Sister Wife

Chapter Two-3

Evelyn felt a very parallel set of feelings. Her guest didn’t seem as young as she knew him to be, and she felt herself melting inside in a very pleasurable way as she slipped into her long-practiced submissive role. Whenever a good dom took charge of her, she fell into what she called her sub trance, not inclined to speak very much or to initiate any attempt to control what was going to happen to her. The turn on was in giving herself over to the will of another, full knowing that a big part of that will was to subject vulnerable private parts of her body to very challenging experiences that she knew she would find appalling while they were happening to her regardless of how fiercely they aroused her. In fact, by this age she had reached the point where only such stimuli could get her off powerfully, as her masturbatory orgasms even when lost in her ‘go-to’ b**m fantasies were pallid things compared to how she got off when being topped. And she had a feeling that regardless of his relative youth, this gorgeous hunk of preternaturally self-assured manhood was going to take her exactly where she needed to go.

The equestrienne found herself standing as ordered, her huge blue eyes catching the slate grey ones of her dom for the moment with a combination of heat and fear as she untucked her cowboy shirt. The bone-inlayed snaps were released one by one to reveal her trim, muscular torso as she shrugged it off with a coquettish gesture that thrust her breasts forward. They were exactly as Jason had learned he preferred in his on-line explorations: barely B-cup, quite firm enough to require no bra, and with prominent dark n*****s and areoles that were floridly erect. He ordered her to step close to him and she obeyed as he reached up to gently cup them, his eyes on her face to register her pleasure as he sculpted them with both hands, getting a feel for their texture and heft, avoiding her n*****s at first. After a minute as she stood shivering slightly in the warm air, his thumbs and forefingers found the sensitive tips of her breasts and made her moan as he rolled them gently, and then more firmly. He spoke,

“Aren’t these lovely? But I mustn’t get distracted...you may proceed with your striptease, naughty girl. But stay close to me so I can touch everything else you are revealing to me.”

Evelyn undid her belt, thinking about whether it would be used on her bottom as she had requested, a prospect which engendered a wave of warm excitement between her legs. Then she unzipped her Levi’s and held Jason’s smoldering gaze as she slipped her thumbs under heir waistband and seductively lowered them over her muscular hips, wriggling them a bit lasciviously as she went as though to facilitate her tight pants’ passage. She had chosen her favorite pair of panties for the evening after her careful shower and meticulous toilette, black silk string bikini bottoms whose crotch would be less revealing of their current very moist state than any of her colored undergarments. She also liked how they contrasted with the healthy ivory pallor of her carefully sun-shielded body. Its remarkable youthfulness was the product of decades of sustained attention to diet and exercise and strict avoidance of things that would age it prematurely like sunbathing, tobacco, and alcohol beyond an occasional beer. As she kicked out of her Levi’s Jason took a deep sniff of the atmosphere and remarked drolly,

“My goodness, it seems like a certain very naughty girl is already getting ahead of herself, judging by a particular earthy scent being emitted from a certain very hungry little mouth...I guess the prospect of a very long and hard spanking is not at all disagreeable to her, am I right?”

Evelyn flushed deeply, this time the vivid red mottling her chest and breasts much more vividly because of their much lighter background than her suntanned facial cheeks. She smiled a bit uneasily as she almost moaned,

“Yes, Jason, I’m very turned on by everything about you, especially including what you are planning on doing to my ass.”

The young man had read extensively in the sexology literature in his usual obsessive compulsive preparation for anything that mattered to him. So he knew that many women reached the peak of their s****l potential in their late thirties and early forties. The authors thought this was because their hormones had not yet started their perimenopausal decline combined with having worked through many of the inhibitions that limited them at younger ages. Whatever the reasons, it was clear to Jase that his inaugural s****l (let alone b**m) experience was taking place with a very responsive partner. He smiled a bit predatorily as he went on,

“Speaking of that spectacular derriere, let’s get these panties off so I can get my formal introduction to what we both suspect will be the star of this evening’s festivities...”

He then watched with evident avidity as her thumbs repeated the seductive gesture that all men delight in of an attractive and willing woman hooking her thumbs in whatever was clothing her lower half and removing it with erotic intentions. This time she took the process quite a bit more slowly, delighting a bit in tantalizing the young man whose enthusiastic genital response was sticking out like a sore thumb within his fiercely tented khakis. The hips and crotch revealed could not have been more lovely, her short cropped sandy-haired pubic bush matching the similarly practically shorn hair on her head. Evelyn’s lovely genital flower, hardly concealed at all, was overtly suffused quite pinkly with the engorgement of her arousal, as well as clearly glistening with the liquid evidence of that state. Jason wanted ever so much to lean forward and kiss it, as he had felt about her breasts, but his usual restraint kicked in and he waited in the service of executing his plan as he spoke rather hoarsely,

“Isn’t our bad girl just as lovely below the waist as she is above it...turn around, naughty one, and let’s have a look at the place about to receive the bulk of both of our attentions quite soon.”

After his perfect introductory handling of her breasts, Evelyn had presumed Jason would similarly explore her p***y once it was revealed and barely two feet in front of his face. She suspected this would not be the last surprise in this evening any more than it had been the first as she did a slow graceful pirouette (she had, after all, studied ballet for ten years as a girl before her parents gave up on feminizing their tomboy and gave in to her passion for horses). As she executed this movement with casual competence, her intrigued observer reminded himself that she was after all a professional athlete.

The backside revealed once Evelyn came to rest facing the fireplace was every bit as spectacular as Jason had imagined when seeing it through her Levi’s. It was more generously feminine than her breasts, but fiercely toned and heavily muscled from many thousands of hours posting in the saddle (which had equally perfected her thighs). The skin was the same slightly ruddy ivory of the rest of her skin save her neck and face, and each perfect nether moon was almost spherical, her bottom and thighs being devoid of a hint of cellulite or a single blemish or crease other than the one dividing each buttock from its thigh. Jason sighed as he reached out with both hands to stroke her ass, gently following its taut curves from her trim waistline to the sensitive hollows behind her knees, which tickled her slightly when he touched her there, making her quiver for the first time. He liked forcing an involuntary movement out of her, and decided to go off script (which would have been to make her masturbate as he had promised) and declared, his voice a bit more husky from his desire,

“Spread your legs as wide as you comfortably can while keeping your balance, naughty girl, and then bend forward and place your palms on the floor so you won’t fall while I take my fill of exploring you thoroughly.”

Evelyn did this with a repeated flush, somehow mortified by the sudden forced revelation of absolutely all of her charms. This position was quite physically comfortable for a woman whose daily yoga practice was a vital part of her program to avoid the injuries to which professional riders were so prone. But psychologically, offering all of her intimate parts (since her inverted breasts dangled seductively quite within his reach) to this strange domineering young man sent a bolt of fear through her. This was, of course, followed immediately by a stronger jolt of arousal, in that reflexive connection between fear and joy that all submissives know only too well. She could see him clearly from her head’s position resting on the tile floor, and caught his eyes with all of her current complexities etched into her fevered gaze.

Jason leaned forward slightly and allowed his hands the first full freedom in his life of a woman’s backside. His subject moaned and sighed in a combination of pleasure and mortification as her new dom’s competent fingers gently explored her taut-stretched thighs first, taking liberal measure of their strength and firmness as well as the smooth beauty of their ivory skin. He remarked to her obvious concern,

“I hope very bad girls know that I consider these beauties to be a totally legitimate part of her bottom, as subject to punishment as her delightful buttocks. Those, of course, will still be our main focus together. Mine first, because I regard that part of a woman to be ideally constructed by their Intelligent Designer for the purpose of receiving chastisement. They are highly sensitive by virtue of being an erogenous zone. As well, their baring is piquantly embarrassing by virtue of their private functions as well as their proximity to their owner’s genitalia. And most practically, they are usually well enough padded by subcutaneous fat even in the case of someone as trim and fit as our very bad girl, without any bones near the surface of the lower parts where they are most tellingly spanked. This means they can tolerate a long and severe spanking such as I promise them without sustaining more than superficial damage that can heal in a few days.”

Jason was allowing his hands free reign to explore the glorious nether moons he was discussing while delivering this cheerful monologue that he had carefully researched during his Human Biology course. He had taken this even though it was primarily for premed majors because he was always trying to understand his strange fascination with spanking. After all, wouldn’t the anatomy and physiology of the body part he found so captivating be worth knowing in as great a depth as possible? He went on,

“Of course, naughty Evelyn, they will be your focus as well because, as I know from my own boyhood adventures with corporal punishment, when one is receiving a spanking it is impossible to think of anything else but the immediate painful intersection between hard leather or wood or a palm and very tender buttock flesh!”

As he was growing accustomed to his subject’s backside, our hero found himself powerfully drawn to the most private territory rudely splayed wide open by her wide straddle and deep bend over. He allowed an index finger to wander down her bottom crack from the top, enjoying the somewhat frantic efforts of her muscular bottom cheeks to protect the territory they usually concealed at the very bottom of the rather deep crevasse made by their owner’s unusually muscular rear end. These largely involuntary twitches increased as his tantalizing finger drifted slowly downward until it reached her most private nether orifice. Jase noticed that her anus was surrounded by fine blondish hairs, and he encircled it barely touching them. She moaned as her sphincter contracted violently, he suspected in a very primitive reflex designed to protect a very vulnerable bodily opening against insect invasion in primitive times. He continued circling it until the reflexes extinguished, enjoying this little physiology experiment as he murmured,