Spilt Milk

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ISBN:  9781780800523
Author:  Sarah Steel
Word Count:  71,118
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He felt the rubber-gloved fingers encircling, then gripping, his massive length. The harsh staccato of the spanking hand continued to bark aloud across his crimson buttocks, and the gloved hand milked him rhythmically. Burning and squirming in his shame and pain, the milkman tensed and jerked his bottom up, as if desirous of harsher discipline. His neck strained against the hand that pinned it down and he squeezed his thighs together, screamed a smothered cry of anguished delight and came, squirting his liquid release noisily into the plastic jug...

A milkman's work is never done - what with all those ripe young housewives begging for an extra delivery. Sometimes it seems they just can't get enough. And when he's invited in to Number Nine to find a total of four scantily-clad women with just one thing on their mind, he knows he's going to have a job fulfilling their orders...

From the daily grind of the milkman's lot to the delicious punishments inflicted on an Edwardian lady's maid, from the unashamedly erotic treatments dispensed at an exclusive health farm to the lascivious rites of Aphrodite's priestess, the sex stories in Sarah Steel's latest erotic story collection are a sizzling celebration of lust in all its artful guises.

He struggled up to his feet, swayed and was forced down by firm hands, one taloning set of long fingers cradling and squeezing his balls. They propelled him belly-down across a leather-topped stool, gagging his mouth and binding his wrists tightly together behind him. Heavy buttocks - the grey-eyed blonde - pinned him down as she straddled him. He shuddered, delighting in and yet dreading their soft warmth on his back.
   'Warm him up,' the ringleader barked harshly.
   The onlookers stepped back to observe his chastisement as the grey-eyed blonde, sliding her bottom towards his neck, lowered her breasts into him as she sank her face down to inspect his buttocks. He writhed as he felt her hands cup and spread his cheeks apart, felt her supple thumbs prising his cleft painfully wide. Despite his fear, his thick shaft dug into the leather stool, twitching and pulsing as her fingernails scraped his anal whorl. She sat upright - he felt the swell of her perched buttocks ripple - to accept a short leather belt from the brunette. He clenched his cheeks in a spasm of anguish as she dangled the tip of the belt across his rounded buttocks, dipping it into his cleft.
   Crack, crack, crack. His upturned cheeks jerked in response to the withering lash. Crack, crack, crack. The grey-eyed blonde bounced as she delivered each stroke, her damp slit saluting him with a Judas kiss each time she plied the leather. Seven more times, in furious, merciless succession, the cruel length of hide cracked down, snapping onto his rump and blistering his cheeks. She drew the belt up to her lips to kiss and tongue it feverishly, then tossed it aside, returning her cruel hands to ravish his crimsoned flesh. He came, grunting thickly, as her nails raked the crown of each punished cheek.
   'Watch him,' barked the dominant brunette, hauling the blonde away. 'Look.'
   Sliding down from the stool, his belly smeared with his own sticky warmth, the milkman groaned softly as he saw the four faces peering down at the tell-tale sheen on the wet leather.
   'I'm not going to get my full pint at this rate. Take his gag off and make him lick it up.'
   A hand reached down, grabbed his hair, dragging his face into the warm silvery puddle. His gag was whipped away. He refused to lick.
   'Use the belt.'
   Whimpering slightly as another hand snatched up the belt and plied it across his defenceless buttocks four times, he lapped up his own warm mess.
   'Now get me a bottle,' the brunette barked, flexing her yellow gloves impatiently, 'and put that gag back on.'
   A willing pair of hands sprang to obey both commands. As the gag was roughly applied, he glimpsed the yellow rubber-sheathed fingers of the brunette's right hand closing around the empty milk bottle.
   'Up,' she ordered.
   He knelt up and shuffled back from the stool. She strode forward and sat upon it, her heavy bottom dimpling the shining leather. She nodded, parting her thighs. Two pairs of hands assisted him to his feet, pushed him towards her and guided him across her knees. He shuddered as the wet knout of his throbbing shaft grazed her inner thigh.
   'Hold him down while I position the bottle.'
   Pinned down, from his inverted viewpoint he saw her yellow-gloved hand guiding the empty milk bottle down the tip of his extended shaft. He grunted as she tried to sleeve him with the cold glass, writhing as she gave the bottle a deft twist.
   'It's no good. He's too thick for a bottle. Pass me that jug,' the brunette instructed, retrieving the bottle.
   A plastic jug from the food mixer was positioned on the cork tiles beneath her parted thighs. She scooped it up and placed it at his throbbing length, instructing a naked accomplice to kneel and hold it.
   'And now we milk the milkman,' she laughed softly, taking him firmly in her rubber-gloved hand. 'We shall get our pint.'
   He closed his eyes and shuddered.
   'Commence,' came the crisp command.
   Opening his eyes in a reflex of alarm, he found himself staring directly into the bobbing breasts of a bending nude. The breasts were slightly pear-shaped, the flesh smooth and silky. The strip of neon up above illuminated the swollen outer curves deliciously and gave the deep cleavage an inviting shadow. Despite his fear, his erection twitched. The yellow rubber-sheathed fingers grasping it tightened their dominant grip.
   'I am going to spank you,' the bending nude whispered, cupping and bunching her heavy bosom so that her peaked nipples brushed his perspiring face. 'I am going to spank your bare bottom very hard, you wicked young man. My daughter-in-law has confessed everything to me. And she too has been punished, although I intend to keep a very strict eye on her from now on. But this morning, it is time for you to suffer.'
   His eyes flickered up, finding no mercy in her stern gaze. Rising, she briefly crushed her stubby nipples into his eyes. Seconds later, she was bending down over his upturned buttocks, her left hand pinning his neck firmly, her right hand palming his cheeks in preparation for the rain of pain to come. He tensed, squeezing his cheeks together tightly. The gloved fingers around his shaft responded painfully.
   'Relax your buttocks, milkman,' the brunette controlling him across her lap instructed. 'My friend prefers to spank a soft bottom.'
   He refused, keeping his cleft a tightened flesh-crease. The yellow glove released his shaft and, as it cupped his balls, slowly became a fist. He yelped and instantly surrendered his bottom up to its doom.
   The flurry of harsh spanks rang out loudly against the shining tiled walls of the kitchen. The firm, flattened palm of the punishing hand swept down harder after the ninth searing swipe, and faster after the thirteenth. Grunting and cursing into his restricting gag - but rendered immobile by the rubber glove at his balls - the bare-buttocked milkman suffered severely as his reddening cheeks seethed.
   'I'm milking him now,' his tormentress announced, her tone primly clinical.
   He felt the rubber-gloved fingers encircling, then gripping, his massive length. The harsh staccato of the spanking hand continued to bark aloud across his crimson buttocks, and the gloved hand milked him rhythmically. Burning and squirming in his shame and pain, the milkman tensed and jerked his bottom up, as if desirous of harsher discipline. His neck strained against the hand that pinned it down and he squeezed his thighs together, screamed a smothered cry of anguished delight and came, squirting his liquid release noisily into the plastic jug.
   Eager faces, their wide eyes sparkling with shocked delight, peered under his belly at his pulsing, glistening glans as five more savage spanks cracked down across his cheeks. His orgasm spasmed and ceased, though the edge of the plastic jug scraping across him to catch the last sticky pearl caused him to hammer his hips in helpless abandon.
   'Not much from that one,' the grey-eyed blonde opined doubtfully, holding the jug aloft in triumph and squinting into it. 'I make it 8cc. It's going to be a long job getting the full pint.'
   'We have all the time we need,' the cruel brunette whispered, absently plucking out a wiry black hair from his pink anus.
   'No, please, I'm sorry. I'll do anything, anything—' His words, his pleas for pity were genuine. But they went unheard, being merely another muffled moan to the ears of his implacable punishers.
   'Next,' the brunette commanded.
   A faint trace of Orange Water announced his second punisher.
   It was the blonde, the grey-eyed blonde who had measured his first contribution to the plastic jug.
   'I want him kneeling on the floor,' she announced.
   Her victim was positioned, thighs slightly apart, to her satisfaction.
   'Give him the jug. He can hold it himself, this time.'
   The milkman, his hands released from their bondage, clasped the jug reluctantly at first, but an imperious tap from a warning fingertip had him angling it correctly so that it received his flaccid member.
   Standing directly behind her kneeling victim, the blonde guided her left foot between his parted thighs and tapped his balls with her pink-varnished toenails. He clamped his thighs together, trapping her foot. She steadied herself; her left arm stretched out to grip his shoulder.
   'Open up,' she snarled softly.
   The jug trembled as he obeyed - and trembled again as she continued to toe his sac in slow, sweeping circles with her upraised foot. Peering briefly over his shoulder, she glimpsed his manhood thickening and arrowing into the waiting jug.
   The other nudes watched, their eyes vicious slits of eager expectation. 'Keep going,' the brunette whispered, flexing her gloved fingers slowly. 'Almost there.'
   The grey-eyed blonde suddenly withdrew her foot, knelt down behind her victim and called aloud for a wooden spoon.
   'Butter the handle,' she instructed.
   The pale pear-wood spoon, its thick shaft glistening with a daub or butter, was supplied. The blonde brushed the concave bowl of the spoon against her slit, then returned the pale pear-wood to her wet heat to bruise it deliberately, causing her to snarl in pleasurable pain.
   'Don't spill a single drop, milkman,' her voice curdled. After a brief silence, the wooden spoon spoke, harshly swiping his right buttock. With her left hand still gripping his shoulder, she sensed his body tense, sensed his gathering climax and the approaching ejaculation.
   Both in response to the swiping spoon across his rump - and the cool touch of dominance at his shoulder - his naked body spasmed in her absolute thrall. Judging him to be only seconds away from release, the blonde twirled the spoon deftly in her hand as she sank to her knees and rammed the buttered shaft in between his cheeks. Probing the anus, she pumped him wickedly. With a loud groan into the choking gag, he slumped, emptying himself with a splatter into the plastic jug. As his seed spurted, the wooden shaft pumped rhythmically. His buttocks clenched to trap and contain it - but her skill with the buttered wood was too much for him.
   'That gives us 17cc so far,' the brunette chuckled, holding up the jug and examining the clouded fluid. 'Give him a quick shower, some slow humiliation and half an hour's rest.'

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Highly Stimulating Chastisements Of Male and Female Submissives
Saturday, 4 August 2012  | 

This is a collection of short stories detailing the erotic chastisement activity of a number of dominant females, given punitive access to the nether parts of a variety of submissive subjects, some female and (rather more) male. Sarah Steel manages to construct a wide variety of stimulating scenarios in which the recalcitrant victims of their mistress' dominant will are subject to the sharp impact of hands, leather belts and canes, usually finding release in the punishment of their sensitive rears. Teachers, governesses, nuns, housewives and business women demonstrate their liking for applying their fustigations. An excellent collection.


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