Continued from Schoolgirl Punishment (part 4).

Where we left off in the previous installment is that I had gotten my bottom spanked by first Tracy and then by her husband John, and then Tracy had laid into me with a dozen strokes of the giant nasty paddle. I thanked her, and then I sat on John’s lap and thanked him also, and made my “special request”, which was asking them if John might possibly fuck me…

You must understand, I had planned this in advance. It was what I intended to do tonight. I had discussed it at length with my husband (more for my sake than his as he was all for me experiencing this from the get go). It had previously been a line I told myself I would not cross, but I changed my mind (a woman’s prerogative I have been told).

Certainly there has been subtle pressure from Tracy to involve John more and more, with the obvious end play of “wife swapping”, or a foursome, or whatever swingers call it. And there was “pressure” from david telling me if I wanted to I should just go for it. I think had I felt any pressure from John, I likely would not have done it; but, ironically I got no pressure from him at all, nothing but respect for me as a woman and him bending over backwards to respect my wishes, which I found very sexy. His good looks and fine cock did not hurt either.

When Tracy had come over to play with david and me, we had worked out a sort of “cuckolding” motif where we would compare david sexually with John (unfavorably!) and imply that I might get a fucking from John in future, which I “pretended” to want. Tracy made a big deal how of I would likely have to beg him for it and how he would expect me to deep throat him on my knees beforehand as the “price of admission” (which she actually made me do!). Truth be told, this talk of my sexual submission to John under Tracy’s guidance turned both me and david on. It was for sure a blurring of play and reality.

After that, there had been a very explicit discussion between Tracy and david where she asked him if I was allowed to have sex with John, and what my feelings about it were. He said that he was encouraging of it, but that I had not yet made up my mind. They also had a very frank discussion about birth control and STDs. She held out the carrot, which david relayed to me, that if I had sex with John, she and John would be willing for her to engage in an “anything goes” threesome with me and david. And that last actually made me feel better about it, because if I was going to give it up to John, I would feel crummy unless david got the same consideration from Tracy. In fact, being the MC for the fucking of Tracy by david was exciting to me given what I was planning.

So, in retrospect, there was little doubt that I would be the slut and give it up to John (it’s in my nature to be the slut!)

Mind you, I had not told Tracy or John about my decision until the moment it would happen, keeping them a little off-balance as a result. Plus, I was mixing sex into the Daddy – Mommy – Daughter roleplay, which knowing that they parent two younger girls no doubt kept them off balance as well. Evil, I know. But for some reason it delighted me, not the least of which is that fantasy Daddy – Daughter sex play is a bit of a hot button for me, and John made a beautiful Daddy.

They did seem a bit shocked when I announced, bare ass sitting on Daddy’s lap, front of skirt held high by John, no panties, that what I really needed was a good hard punishment fucking from my Daddy. In fact, it knocked them out of the scene and they needed to double check with me that I had meant what I said. When they realized I was serious, including no condom and a spunking, Tracy got back into her Dommy persona and told me that I could get fucked by her husband, on condition that I first took a belt whipping from her. Way to go Tracy!

Now I know what you all are thinking. What am I thinking having unprotected sex with a strange man??? I don’t recommend it in general, but I went pretty far back with Tracy and we were pretty good work friends for a while, and they were responsible parents to two daughters after all, and had been tested before they had kids and not fucked around after. And it had been explicitly discussed, so I felt I had my bases covered. And this is what I wanted. In my mind, I wanted John to cum deep inside of me, and I wanted Tracy to have to lick it out! And damn it, you only live once, and if I was going to do this I was going to do this right! Life’s a risk. You be as careful as you can be and then you take your chances for something worthwhile. And excuse me for being such a libertine, but this is the definition of “worthwhile” for me at this time.

I pretended to protest Tracy’s suggestion of a belt whipping, but was sort of excited that she had turned it this way. As all you readers know, I had a history of teasing my real-life father with my body when I was a teenager, and a belt whipping from my mother was exactly what I had deserved back then! Pulled off dad’s lap, thrown across the back of the couch in only my short T-shirt and panties. Mom getting the strap and beating my ass across the seat of my panties, underneath my cheeky panty line, and down my thighs. Dad saying, “now dear, aren’t you over-reacting?” as she smacks my ass raw, my big sis looking on with glee, “it’s just normal teenage behaviour.” Mom: “You will dress and behave modestly around your father from now on, young lady, are we completely clear yet?” Me: “YES MOMMY! YES!!!!”

So I genuinely hoped justice would be served and I would get a good hard one, despite my already impossibly sore ass from my naughty-girl spankings and paddling; and despite the fact that I was pretty well certain that my regressed sixteen-year-old pussy would get the pounding of its lifetime from my surrogate Daddy!

So it was on as soon as Tracy said, “get off my husband’s lap you little tart. John you get up too. Kneel on the Ottoman, Julie, ass nice and high. John, give me your belt…”

Holy fuck I was excited! I got on my hands and knees on the Ottoman with my already well-beaten behind sticking out, my soon to be violated pussy prominently displayed so Tracy would be reminded of why she was giving me the strap, and John could feast his eyes on that which he would soon possess so completely.

Forgive me for my poetic license in describing this affair, but it’s a once in a lifetime thing (for the sake of my relationship with david I was definitely not planning to make a habit of it).

Tracy took John’s belt. She said (ha ha) that he wouldn’t be needing it to keep his pants up for much longer. I was pleased that Tracy was having fun with it, teasing John and I both.

She doubled it up and snapped it, like she had done in the store. I turned my head to look at her. “So, you want a fucking from my husband, do you? First you have to earn it,” she said. And with that she hauled back and whipped my ass hard with the belt. She was good with the belt, she had mucho practice last time I got belt-whipped by her! The very first stroke burned my backside, and the rest were more of the same.

She kept up a good pace while I writhed in distress, kneeling on that Ottoman, trying desperately to hold position. She whipped my low ass cheeks and my thighs, whipping perilously close to my holy of holies! I was very brave and just stuck my ass out even farther for the next one and the next one and the next one. I remember wanting my pussy to be the center of attention. I remember thinking to myself “I’m ‘gonna get fucked, I’m ‘gonna get fucked!” as I stuck my ass out there for my well-earned belt whipping from Mommy thinking “Daddy’s going to give me a hard fucking while Mommy watches!”

I like getting into character. It’s “The Method” – like Brando. I took her whipping. I knew I could take it. I had taken worse by now. And I needed to take it, I needed to earn John’s hot cock in my soppy wet puss.

Tracy paused and said “stick it out”. I did so. Eagerly. But oh my ass was on fire! She played the belt gently all over my bottom, up and down the cleft, onto my pussy lips. Then I felt a gentle belt whip right on my pussy. I think she was using just the single tail. “mommy, no…” I said, breathlessly. I got another, and another, and another as I writhed around, ass high, desire obvious, completely humiliated by my own behaviour.

“Take your clothes off, John,” she told her husband. Oh shit. Shit was getting real! I stuck my pussy out further, if that was even possible. I was going to be fucked. Fucked by a strange handsome man.

“Come here,” said Tracy, dragging me by the arm of the Ottoman, putting me on my knees in front of her husband. He was naked. Bare naked. His cock was already hard. “In your mouth,” she said. “Suck it.”

Holy smokes. She had been serious!  Not only did I have to take the belt whipping, but I would have to suck him, and no doubt try to deep throat him, to “earn” his cock. She had alluded to this before, when we played with david, but I imagined it was role play talk. Not so much. She had meant it. That was kinky! And believe me, I am the Queen so I should know.

I lifted my hands to his cock to guide his member into my mouth.

“No!” said Tracy. “Hands behind your back.”

I put my hands behind my back and with only my mouth took him into me and sucked.

“Deeper,” said Tracy.

I went deeper onto his hard cock. As deep as I could. A little gag. Another. I came up for a breath. And then went back, trying to engulf his entire member with my mouth, my throat. I bobbed back and forth on his cock, keeping it as deep as I possibly could, backing off for a breath when I absolutely needed to, and then back in again. I was conscious of my throat making strange gurgling sounds as I impaled my mouth on his cock. Nobody was making me. There was no hand on the back of my head. I was doing this myself. I gagged. Came out. Recovered, and went back in again as deeply as I could and bobbed on him some more, making rhythmic little throat sounds as I moved my head slightly in and out and in and out.

“Good,” said Tracy, praising my efforts. “Very good.”

“Come here,” she said again, taking me by the arm and putting me back on all fours on the Ottoman where I had started. My skirt was down, covering my ass and pussy.

“Go ahead, John, enjoy her,” said Tracy.

Enjoy me? I guess so. But I would enjoy him too! I could feel John stepping behind me. I could feel his hands at the hem of my skirt, lifting it high up my back and leaving it there, baring me. Then the tip of his cock. Bumping against my pussy lips. Running up and down. Teasing. Bumping. Then I felt the tip barely penetrating me. ‘Ohhhhh,” I moaned. It was the first strange cock near me in over ten years. It was frankly exciting! He grabbed my hips, he moved his cock around, just the tip inserted. I was about to get fucked!!!!

“Yes, Daddy, please fuck me,” I demanded.

“How do you want it?” he asked of me in a breathless voice. “Slow or fast? Deep or shallow? Hard or soft?” As he asked me, he kept the tip inserted and sort of moved it around, just barely penetrating me.

“Hard, deep, fast” I said, knowing that is what I needed to say. Hoping that was what he wanted to hear.

He tightened his grip on my hips, and he pushed into me. All the way in, deep. to the hilt. Oh my gosh! I wasn’t ready for it! He was so big and so long. It hurt. It hurt good. He pulled out pushed in again, burying himself in me. Owww! The thrusting became rhythmic: hard, fast, deep. His hands were all that held me up. Pulling me deep into him. I loosened up and it got easier on me to take him. But he just banged and banged and banged!

This was a different experience than with my darling david. John was stronger. Bigger. More insistent. david would have already cum. A while ago! My pussy was not used to this!

“Yeah Daddy, fuck me!” I yelled out and he intensified my screwing. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Teach me my lesson, Daddy. Teach me to be not such a slut!”

“I’ll fuck you hard,” he said. “As hard as you want.” He matched actions to words as he jack-hammered my poor punished pussy into submission.

Tracy meanwhile grabbed me by my hair and lifted my head to look her straight in the eye. There was a look of lust on her face as she watched me take it hard from her man.

“Had enough?” she asked.

“Yes, Mommy,” I said. “Please let Daddy come inside of me.” I had plans for that cum.

“Go on, John,” said Tracy to her husband, “Cum inside her cunt.”

She said “her cunt”. I remember that clearly. She was always super polite. She would never refer to a woman as a “cunt”. At the time I felt as if when she said it she meant I was nothing but a “cunt”. A random female’s cunt. Not a girl he loved. Not his wife. A random cunt for John to fuck and cum into. Take his pleasure from. But she had read it right. I wanted to be nothing but that dirty little cunt!

John slowed his pace, and went at his own rhythm. Then he got faster and faster, and then slowed right up. I grabbed onto his cock with my pussy, squeezing as tight as I could. I felt him get bigger and harder as his cock pulsed against my vagina and I felt a soft warm wetness deep inside of me. I’ve never, ever, felt an ejaculation like that before. John grunted and moaned as he spermed deep into me. FUCK!

He stayed inside of me as he softened, and then slowly pulled out. I immediately put my hand against my pussy, squeezing my lips together so as not to make a mess on their Ottoman. My pussy felt sore. Well used. I pushed myself up to standing, breathing hard. I moved my other hand down to my pussy to help out.

“John, undress me,” I ordered.

As I stood there holding my pussy shut he took my clothes off without question. I moved one hand away at a time to allow him to remove my clothes, while keeping my pussy clamped shut, unwilling to let a single drop of his precious ejaculate escape. He undressed me to naked and stood behind me, running his hands up and down my body and across my breasts. I turned to face him, and gave him a slow kiss on his cheek and said a soft “thank you.” I moved away from him towards Tracy, who was watching the show. I went to her and kissed her flush on her mouth, penetrating her with my tongue. She grabbed me and kissed back.

“Get undressed,” I told her, now ignoring John, “and then you and I are going up to your bedroom. You’re on cleanup duty.”

Oh yes she was!

To be continued in Schoolgirl Punishment (part 6).
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