Courting & Serving Her Collection

Chapter Five-3

She slid out of her panties and knelt at the edge of the bed. “Three rules: one, none of that had better get on me.” She swung her leg over, straddling him with her knees above his shoulders. “Two, finish at the same time as me. Since you’re doing it, you have no excuses.”

Alex nodded. Kimberly sat back on his chest. Her dark curly hair hovered just past his chin.

“And three, while you’re enjoying yourself, don’t let your mouth falter. Stay focused on pleasuring me. If you break any of my rules, I will spank you again. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Kimberly kissed him again then slid up the bed, covering his mouth.

Alex waited until Kimberly seemed absorbed by his movements under her, till she began sighing and panting, gyrating above him, then he closed his hand, dipping his fingers into the pool of lotion in his palm, spreading it over his hand. He ached to feel himself but worried that the slightest touch might put him over the edge, so he waited, paying close attention to the rhythm of Kimberly’s body that he was learning to predict.

When he finally did reach for his member, she knew immediately. Her eyes opened, and she grinned down at him. She bounced harder against his lips, moaning seductively. Alex sighed back. He slowed his hand, loosened his grip, holding himself at the brink of release, and tried to keep his mouth in tempo with Kimberly bouncing and grinding against him. Her breath released, and Alex pumped himself hard, climaxing with her. His orgasm, after being forbidden through the erotic stretch of days, surpassed anything Alex had felt even in the most vivid s*x dreams of his youth, but he continued moving his mouth against Kimberly, following rule number three.

She climbed off, lay next to him, and looked back at his stomach. Alex had used the towel as a shield, careful not to violate rule number one, but now he quickly wiped himself. The way Kimberly grinned down at his slippery stomach embarrassed him. She sent him to clean up and told him to leave the towel in the bathroom.

Back in bed, she curled against him and kissed his shoulder. “You made the cutest face when I let you finish. At least the part of your face I didn’t have covered.”

“You won’t paddle me, then?”

“Nope. You followed my rules.” She lifted her leg onto him and her calf rubbed against his member. This was the first it had felt her skin and it immediately grew. She moved her leg but didn’t notice. Or she pretended not to. “What did you think of your first paddling?”

“I think it hurt.”

Kimberly giggled. “It was supposed to.”

“I think it still hurts.”

“Turn over. I want to look at your cute, spanked butt.”

Alex rolled onto his stomach, and Kimberly laughed again. Her hand, rubbing his back, alleviated his humiliation.

“It should still hurt tomorrow,” Kimberly said. “A good spanking will hurt for two or three days.”

“That wasn’t a good one?”

“Oh no, that was me being nice. That was me taking it easy on you.” She smiled, leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Alex knew she was teasing. He could tell she was proud of him for how he took the paddling by the way she talked to him, by her quick and frequent touches, and her closeness. He did remember, though, about the long and thin, smooth piece of wood he had seen on her dresser when she first showed him the paddle, and wondered what more Kimberly had to show him.

She placed his hand on her head. “You will be taking a lot of spankings in this relationship, Alex. I hope you can handle that. I really like to spank.”

Alex didn’t say anything. He hadn’t really been asked a question, but his hand moved, with all the love he felt, through his mistress’s hair.