Subculture (27 page)

‘Now where shall we put the tenth one?' the doctor queried, using the implement to trace the earlier hot lines it had emblazoned.

‘How about on your cock, sir?' Lisa said. In truth she didn't want anything to mark that cock, or put it off its thrusting. She wanted it to pleasure her needy core.

‘Such a rude girl. You must really enjoy being tawsed,' Dr Landers replied. He pulled the strap back, and Lisa's bottom flinched of its own volition. Laughing, he lowered it, then raised the implement again. ‘That bum must know it's been bad. It's very nervous,' he murmured, voice holding a smile.

‘Might just be taking dancing lessons,' Lisa said quickly.

‘It'll dance on the end of this leather in a moment,' the doctor said.

The herbalist wanted action, not words, wanted the final stroke to be over so that the man would make love to her. ‘Spare me the play on words,' she muttered, looking briefly around. God, he looked wonderful, his dark eyes sweeping over her clothed and unclothed extremities, his black hair falling across his brow.

‘You'll be using sweetly submissive words when you're begging for my cock,' her almost-lover warned, playing the punisher through his hands and staring at her bottom.

‘Maybe I'll just ask for Don Muscat's cock instead,' Lisa said. Then she felt the tawse's lash and she rolled over onto her back and yelled at him. ‘Aaah, you bastard. That last one was really hard.'

‘Something to remember this correction by,' the man kneeling between her thighs said sweetly. As if she would ever forget...

But now she wanted - no, needed - a more direct sexual touch. ‘Please untie me so that I can hold my punished bum,' Lisa whispered raggedly, keen to hear his reaction.

‘No need,' said the man, ‘I'll soothe it for you instead.' He looked down at her as she wriggled upon the quilt. ‘Roll over onto your tummy again, love.'

‘You won't thrash me any more?' Lisa begged. Much as she'd loved being held down and dominated, there was only so much her poor buttocks could take.

‘No, you've been punished for tonight. I'm always fair,' her boss replied.

Trusting him, Lisa rolled over then put her head to one side, watching his movements. She gazed at his palms as he gently rubbed the chastened flesh. ‘Later I'll put cold cream on you,' he promised gently. ‘But I want you to stay nice and red and tender whilst we make love.'

Beyond words, Lisa spread her thighs apart, scissoring them so widely that her feet reached towards the beds lower corners. She wondered if Michael would ever bind her ankles to the sturdy posts.

‘Move over onto your back again. I want your heated bum rubbing against the bed as I enter you,' Michael said. Lisa closed her eyes as new lust swept through her. Quickly and silently she obeyed. Moaned as she felt his fingers stroke apart her labial leaves, exposing the opening. ‘Jesus, sweetheart,' he whispered, ‘you're so hot and wet.'

‘Maybe that's because I've been fantasizing about other men,' Lisa whispered back, but her tone was teasing. She wanted this particular man so very much...

Again she tugged at her bonds. It was exciting not being able to use her hands like this, but it was also frustrating. She wanted to cup his naked arse and weigh his balls in her hands until he groaned with ecstasy. Not that he was naked yet - which gave her an idea. She could ask for permission to undress him. That would be a sweetly submissive act.

‘Sir, if you were to untie my hands I'd be honoured to take your clothes off,' she murmured smiling up at him, eyes dancing with mischief.

Michael Landers sat back on his knees between her parted legs and looked at her consideringly. ‘I suppose you could be trusted to do that,' he said after a moment's hesitation. ‘Though if you scratched me by mistake you'd have to taste the tawse all over again.'

‘Short nails. See?' Lisa parried, holding out her tethered tanned arms. She looked at him hopefully, then watched with satisfaction as he started to unknot her bonds.

When he'd finished taking off the necktie which held her wrists, he massaged them both then kissed the warm pulse spots. Lisa got carefully up so that she was kneeling close to him, her head beneath his. Staring at his chest, she unbuttoned the white shirt from collar to waist, then slowly peeled it from his torso. Looked at the suntanned flesh and dark swathe of body hair and felt further sparks of sensation stirring in her groin.

Submissively she bent her head and suckled at his nearest nipple. Then she moved her lips to his other nipple and did the exact same thing. She wrapped her newly-freed hands around his waist as she did so, exulting in the warmth of his skin.

‘I love your scent,' Michael murmured, and the herbalist wondered if he was referring to the rose oil perfume she'd re-applied in the cab to her pulse spots, or to the unique odour of her arousal. Luxuriating in the moment, she moved her hands to his belt and unbuckled it, her fingers fast. She'd waited so long to be on a bed with him alone like this. She could hardly wait. Pushing the leather strap out of the way Lisa unbuttoned Michael Landers suit trousers and carefully unzipped them. The doctor moved his body into a sitting position on the edge of the four poster, and Lisa adjusted her torso so that she could pull his trousers and socks from his feet.

Now the only garment which remained on his seated body were close-fitting pure white underpants. They were clearly outlining his thick hard phallus and as Lisa edged the garment down his manhood jerked free. The glans were already shiny with evidence of his arousal. As she tugged the cotton over his thighs, she could see that his balls looked taut.

‘There, doctor - you're naked,' she said with some satisfaction. ‘Do you want me naked too?' She sat back on her haunches, confident that he would soon pull her top and bra off. Instead, fresh yearning flooded her triangle at his next shaming words.

‘No, I want you to keep your T-shirt on. It further accentuates your hot rotundities,' he said, staring into her eyes till she could no longer bring herself to confront his.

‘Maybe I should have left your briefs on at half mast to further outline your penis,' she quipped.

‘Angel, I don't think it needs underlining, do you?' the doctor replied, looking down at his rigid length.

Inwardly Lisa acknowledged how swollen and stiff it was. But her body would soon milk him of his lust and vigour. Feeling more sure of herself, she lay down on her back and scissored her sex-slicked thighs apart.

‘No, I want to fuck you doggy style,' Michael said. How did the bastard know it was her favourite position? She loved the humbling feeling of her bottom sticking up into the air, her breasts dangling forward like silky pendulums. Her ex-husband had sometimes shafted her that way, and she'd shivered with delight at his long slow cock thrusts. Had hinted that she'd like to be shafted that way more of the time.

You didn't have to hint with this man. He just took charge. He ordered and spanked, and her submissive sexuality responded.

‘Make me assume the position,' she challenged throatily. Then she thrilled as Michael's hands encircled her waist and he flipped her over before moving her onto her hands and knees.

‘Any more taunting from you and that red bum gets a refresher course,' he warmed, squeezing both tender hemispheres. Lisa writhed and groaned.

‘Put it in me,' she begged.

‘Put what in you?' Michael enquired.

Was he really going to shame her some more? Lisa searched for some coy words that would make her answer less humbling. She found none. She was going to have to talk dirty to the man.

‘Please drive your cock up me and shaft me hard,' she muttered, staring glassily down at the pillow. Her breasts swelled with unprecedented excitement. Her sex centre was just one yearning dripping gape. Was he looking at her labia as he knelt behind her, or was he staring at her chastened nether cheeks?

‘I suppose I might as well shove my cock in this hole now that I'm here,' Michael said coolly.

A slight excitement in his tone betrayed his words. Lisa knew that he wanted this consummation as much as she did, if not more. ‘Shall I guide you in, sir?' she murmured breathlessly.

‘Such thoughtfulness,' Michael mocked, skimming his palms over her pelvis. ‘But I think I can cope.'

The herbalist felt him probe at her entrance. God, that felt good. She held her breath then let it out as his phallus pushed all the way in.

‘Aaaaah,' she gasped frenziedly as rapture spread its way up her oiled interior.

‘Did you say something my dear?' Michael murmured. ‘I'd like you to enunciate properly.'

‘Fuck you,' Lisa said, trying hard to keep up the pretence of hating him.

‘I thought it was the other way round,' Michael sparred. She felt him partially withdraw from her quim and moaned at the loss of contact.

‘Please,' she whimpered, pushing her hips back against him with unashamed desire, ‘keep it all the way in.'

‘I wasn't sure if you needed... I didn't want to be presumptuous,' her lover murmured.

‘I need it right up me,' Lisa said. She liked to play word games, to keep the man guessing, but she didn't want the source of pleasure to be taken away.

To her relief, the doctor pushed his skilful manhood deep inside her again. His hardness stimulated her glistening walls, re-sensitised the rim of her vulva. She could feel the top of his shaft near her cervix, close enough to fill her fully yet not so hard against her vaginal top that it gave her pain. As for the pain in her bum, it had dulled to a beautifully warm tingle which began to grow as Michael pushed forward and his belly slapped against her hips and backs of thighs.

‘I'm looking down at your sore bum as I fuck you,' he taunted. Lisa felt her clitoris give a little twitch. The spanking and tawsing had taken her so close to coming that she could hardly bear it. It would take so little stimulus to send her over the orgasmic edge.

‘You used the tawse so hard,' she whispered, remembering.

‘It's for the good of staff relations,' the man retorted. ‘I had to teach you a lesson you wouldn't forget.'

‘Couldn't you just give a verbal reprimand like other bosses?' Lisa countered, shoving her hips back against his stomach.

‘No,' Michael Landers answered. ‘But I can withhold your satisfaction instead.'

He stopped thrusting. The herbalist tried to push her sex centre back so that he again filled it to its limit. Laughing low in his throat, her lover held her by her waist so that she couldn't move. ‘No more cock till you stop being rude,' he teased mercilessly.

Lisa stiffened on her hands and knees. Her loins quivered with long built frustration. Six months ago she'd never have believed that she would beg for a shaft like this. Most of her sexual pleasure had come from her own or Reece's fingers, aided by her fantasies. She'd rarely orgasmed from intercourse itself.

But intercourse preceded by a spanking and a tawsing was a different chain of events. Lisa's mind played around the word chain, and she remembered the necktie Michael had used to tie her hands in front of her. Her bottom had been so exposed...

‘I'm being polite. I'm asking nicely for more cock,' she whispered ingratiatingly.

‘Don't just ask,' the doctor corrected, circling his cock around her quim but not thrusting it further up her, ‘beg.'

Damn it. Lisa throbbed upon his ungiving shaft. She'd let him thrash her bare bum and position her on her hands and knees. She might as well go the whole way and resort to begging.

‘I beg ever so sweetly for your cock, sir,' she gasped raggedly.

‘Beg for a single inch,' Michael murmured coolly.

Lisa felt new tremors of lust sweep through her half-bared frame. ‘I beg for even a centimetre of your beautiful hardness, sir,' she amended softly, feeling her nipples lengthen as if stroked by her own humiliating words.

Then she cried out as the man pushed his maleness all the way in. It felt as if he'd given her six or seven thick stiff inches. Lisa felt her fingers tighten on the pillow as her libido soared. If he'd only thrust rhythmically for a moment or two, she'd ascend...

But the bastard seemed hell-bent on keeping her simmering rather than letting her reach her sexual heat.

‘Easy,' he murmured. ‘Let's take it nice and slow, dear.'

‘I need it,' Lisa gasped. ‘I need it now.' He might have learned self-restraint through endlessly caning and baiting his staff of submissives, but this much pleasure was all new to her.

‘Need what, exactly?' Michael derided.

Lisa forced her naked hips back. ‘Oh don't start that again.' She exhaled hard and long as Michael obliged by pushing his manhood inside her from head to root.

‘Did you see all the punishment implements I have?' he asked as he thrust up her inner core. Not sure if she could trust her voice, Lisa nodded. ‘I wonder,' he continued, ‘which one we'll try out on you next?'

‘But I haven't done anything wrong,' she said gutturally.