Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

A Boy and a good (bad) Girl — Part 2
OR
A lesson in loving

Continued from A Boy and a Good (Bad) Girl (Part 1)

Eve asked, “May I undress you, Sir?” I thought about that, and as I did, my penis showed signs of coming back to life. “Go ahead; I warn you, your punishment isn’t over.”

“I know, sir….”

“What remains, Eve?”

“I broke a serious rule twice, Adam would cane me severely.”

“As I will. You may undress me, and then fetch me the canes.”

Eve undressed me as gracefully as she did everything; every time she turned her back to me I had to admire her beautiful red arse. Running my hands over her so-hot bottom was very arousing.

By now my arousal was prominent. Eve looked at me and smiled. “Sir, you like me, don’t you.”

“I would say that’s fairly obvious.”

“Would you like me to deal with that?” “Not yet, you have considerately more pain to suffer, before your receive the benison of this within you. Did I not tell you to fetch those canes?”

“Yes sir, sorry sir, right away.”

She went to an almost invisible cupboard next to the fireplace, opened the door, clipped to the door there were six canes of different diameters. Eve looked questioningly over her shoulder at me. “Bring them all,” she collected all of them, “and put them on the table and clear away the coffee things. Good. Now tell me about these canes, starting with the thinnest.”

“Yes, sir. The ‘girl’s cane’ really stings and lights a fire and it turns me on no end; a fun cane! The ‘boy’s cane’ stings more: I can take fifty or sixty without any real damage. The ‘senior girl’s cane,’ is a real punishment cane: thirty or forty and I know I’ve been whipped! The ‘senior boy’s cane’ is Adam’s favourite: thirty with that and I’m sleeping on my tummy for a couple of nights! The penultimate one is the ‘junior penal cane;’ when I did something really bad I received twelve, and I hope never to experience that again, the penal cane, Adam gave me six moderate strokes to taste it, the pain lasted for three days and the welts for more than a week.”

I looked round the room for a good place to cane Eve, espied an ottoman behind an armchair: it looked solidly built. “Help me pull this out,” I instructed her, and we pulled it out in front of on of the sofas. “Eve, lie lengthways over the ottoman, no, that’s not quite right; take two of the seat cushions from the sofa and pile them on the ottoman … now lay down with your chest and belly on the cushions, that’s right, reach down and hold the front legs with your hands … good … now put your feet by the rear legs, that’s perfect. I want you to stay in position: break position and you will earn three extra strokes, do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Eve, eighteen strokes,” one, gasp, two, gasp, by the time six were taken, Eve was breathing hard. I moved ‘round the other side to balance out the strokes: seven, eight, ahh! … by the time twelve was reached, Eve’s legs were kicking with each stroke.

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“Only six to go, you are doing very well,” I told her, and then started again: thirteen, oh shit!, fourteen, fuck!, fifteen, oh god!, sixteen, jesuuuus!, “Hang on,” I warned her, “The last two will hurt….” Number seventeen was hard across her sit spot: her body jerked. I thought she would let go, but she didn’t. Eighteen was just below the last one almost as hard as I could, this time she shrieked … but she didn’t let go!

Eve was lying there sobbing and moaning, although the moaning wasn’t all pain. I raised her to her feet, “Girl, I’m proud of you! That was very well taken! Here, let me clean you up.” Eve put her arms ‘round me, “Where did you learn to cane like that?”

“Oh … I was trained by an expert! Do you have anything to put on your arse to help with the swelling?”

“No … but I’m beginning to like the way I’m feeling…. Oh! Talking about swelling, I see you still have a problem….”

“You could say that. Eve, where is your bedroom?” She took my hand and led me upstairs. “Would you like to shower first?”

“No. Kneel on the bed, girl, present yourself!” I stopped to think. “Hang on. Do you have any rubbers?” In response she pointed to the bedside table, “In there.” I took out a small handful, they would do for the moment.

I tore the packet open and rolled the rubber on, I tapped Eve’s thighs wider, ran my hand gently over her pussy: she was very wet and her labia were swollen … like the weals on her arse, and my cock. I slid my fingers through her inner labia, found the entrance and slid a wet finger in; Eve moaned. With my left hand I searched for and found her clitoris, it was already poking out of its hood and very erect. I slipped another finger into her and start to gently finger-fuck her. Meanwhile my left hand was playing with her clitoris stroking and pinching; suddenly Eve gave a great shudder, her fluids gushing over my hand. Her head dropped to the bed and she was still.

After a few moments, Eve lifted her head and looked at me, “Are you ever going to fuck me, or do you intend to play with me all night?” I laughed, slapped her bum hard, “All in good time greedy girl!”

“Ouch!” was her response, but she shook her reddened bottom at me.

I stood behind her and slipped my tool between her lips, lubricating the Johnny with her spending. I entered her slowly: she was very tight. As my hips smacked her arse, I reached forward and grasped her breasts. Eve was gasping and sobbing, desperately trying to speed me up, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I love simultaneous orgasms, and I wanted her to come at the same time as me, so taking my left hand off her breast I started playing with her clit, her breath became faster and her body tensed up. I speeded up my strokes, wrapped my left arm ‘round Eve, and as she shuddered and shrieked we both came; the force of her orgasm almost drove me out of her! She collapsed onto the bed and I on top of her.

After a couple of minutes I remembered my manners, and took my weight onto my elbows. We lay there for a while recovering our breath. Looking down at Eve, I saw she had the silliest smile on her face. Feeling suddenly tender, I took her in my arms and cradling her to my chest lay down; we fell asleep like that.

I awoke in some discomfort, my left arm was asleep. Eve was sleeping on it – we hadn’t moved all night. As I gently tried to move my arm from beneath Eve, her eyelids fluttered and she awoke, looking at me she at first seemed a little puzzled, and then I saw memory return.

“Good morning, Paul,” she said as her lips curved up with a sleepy smile. “Good morning, Eve,” I replied, “Could you just roll off my arm for a minute, I’m going to have a bad case of pins and needles!” As she rolled off my arm onto her back, she winced, “You did a good job on my bum last night!”

“I know; you earned it.”

“Mmm, but was I good after that…?”

“You were a very good girl.” As I said that I kissed her; she put her arm round my neck and lifted herself to return the kiss. In so doing she rubbed against my morning stiffy: her eyes widened, and she slid her hand under the sheet.

She rolled on top of me. “Do you mind if I’m on top? I’m still a little sore….” Kneeling, she inserted me into her morning-warm pussy: she felt so good. Taking her weight on her hands she started moving her hips. I’ve never been that fond of the cowboy position, so I soon rolled her onto her back and we really started fucking.

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I was playing with her nipples and thrusting hard, and with every thrust Eve was wincing. I tried turning her over and raising her onto her knees, entering her from the rear. Eve started playing with her clit, and I reached forward to play with her breasts. Eve came with some vigour – which made me suddenly realise I didn’t have a rubber on! I quickly withdrew, Eve pushed me onto my back and took me in her mouth, two minutes later I came powerfully and Eve swallowed the lot.

I jumped out of bed, “I need the bathroom,” we said at the same time, and laughed. We both made for the bathroom, and, gentlemanly I waved Eve through. “Don’t be silly” she giggled; there were two basins and two crappers and a big enclosed shower, so I stood while she sat, and we made beautiful music together.

We examined her arse: there were clearly defined welts, and I’d crossed over a couple of times. Eve looked and whistled, “Boy! You really do know how to use a cane!”

“Yes,” I said bitterly, “I was taught by a master.”

We showered; in all my life I had never known such luxury, as much hot water as we wanted, a huge natural sponge, and wet handfuls of Eve.

I shampooed her hair and washed her from head to foot, every nook and cranny, she returned the favour and then some. Just as I thought we had finished, Eve looked down at my awakening tool, “Pity to waste that!” She knelt down and once again took me in her mouth, “Golly,” I thought to myself, “that girl has a taste for cock!”

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She made me hard, opened a rubber and rolled it on, climbed up my body, and put her arms round my neck and her legs round my hips, and thus slid onto me. I fucked her against the wall, this time it took longer, by the time I came my legs were shaking and we both were sweating. We showered off again and this time made it out of the shower and dried each other.

I dressed, Eve put a house coat on, and we went to the kitchen. Eve cooked us a combined breakfast/lunch: I was starving.

As we ate, Eve said, “Paul, will you come back?”

“Of course, Eve! You are a dream, but understand … I lust after you something rotten, but you have a man – whether I can love you or not, I don’t know, but if this is enough for you, I’ll come back.”

Before I left Eve asked me to spank her. It wasn’t a hard spanking, more an affectionate one, and perhaps a reminder. She kissed me goodbye and we parted.

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That was the end of the beginning. I saw Eve regularly. Adam always informed her when he was returning, and her bottom was always unblemished when he returned.

Eve taught me most of what I know about women; Mel used to say that she owed Eve a debt of gratitude. Eve always said that I had a natural talent – I knew better than to argue, but even if I had talent, Eve most certainly honed it!

Adam and I dined together once each visit, after three years Adam was made deputy chairman of his fathers company, shortly after that Adam married Eve. I was an honoured guest.

We were close friends all our married lives.

Adam was my best man, and Eve, Mel’s Matron of honour.

Adam died ten years ago; Eve survived him by a mere nine months.

THE END
© Paul 2008

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