Life with Livvie
Copyright© 2007 by SBW
Chapter 3: Punishment
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Punishment - The story of a young couple in New York who hire a 19 year old girl to be their personal servant.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant BiSexual BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Torture Group Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Food Enema Spitting Needles School
After an hour of great sex, I got a great kiss and he was off. Thoughts flooded my mind at what I should do to my new toy and I knew punishment was the first order of business. I wanted to be rough with her. She made me a bit jealous, maybe jealous of her body or jealous of watching my husband use and abuse her. I am not regretting this at all. I have been hornier this morning than in ages and I have seen him with plenty of other women but this seems different. I am so attracted to her and I know he can't help but be. Anyway, I will use this bit of jealousy to spice things up. As I enter the room, there she kneels, still looking queasy but with head bowed. I grab her (bacon) greasy hair and pull her to her feet. "How are you feeling, Livvie? You may speak freely."
"A bit queasy, Ma'am."
"So if I were to punch you or kick you in the belly, you would probably puke, wouldn't you?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"Hands behind your back and stick out your belly." She moved into position without hesitation. I was impressed. I took a blindfold and covered her eyes. I waited two minutes and smiled as she sweat involuntarily. Then I removed the blindfold and smiled. "I am not into the puking thing so you are safe."
"Thank you Ma'am"
"We do have the manner of punishing you for your hesitation. Why did you hesitate?"
"I was just taken aback by the order.
"Well, what I would like to do is heat up that poker and use it on your pussy but that would scar and we promised not to so we will do something else."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Crawl to the closet and bring out the blue stool."
"Yes, Ma'am." She crawled and returned with the stool, a simple high one with a 2 inch hole in the seat. I fit the poker in so it stuck up about 2 inches. I took some lube and covered the end and then smeared some in her hair.
"Have a seat dear, poker in your butt."
"Thank you for the lube, Ma'am," she said sitting before realizing it was a stinging, burning lube mixture that causes the hole to contract and spasm.
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