The Wicked Stepmother

The Wicked Stepmother
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ISBN:  9781780804071
Author:  Imelda Stark
Word Count:  51,270
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Lillian gasped at the pain of bearing her weight on her punished bottom, though the residual ache spurred a jolt of arousal as her masochistic sexual reflexes began to reassert themselves. She marveled at herself in the mirror, her wine-colored hair wild about her head and shoulders, her cheeks flushed with arousal, her breasts jutting forward as the restraint device pinned her arms behind her, and her legs held wide...

After his wayward father abandons them, a handsome young man discovers his beautiful stepmother insists on spanking his bare buttocks for routine discipline. His elfin girlfriend becomes involved too, and eventually the enigmatic tutor who taught the wicked stepmother everything she knows about corporal punishment enthrals them all in a complex world of BDSM.

She was greeted in the foyer by a couple, striking both individually and by virtue of their contrasts. Her host was well over six feet and powerfully built, with piercing dark eyes and short dark hair elegantly graying at the temples. The handsome man strode forward with a welcoming smile and enveloped her hand in his, making her feel petite as she encountered his warm grip and looked up into his chiseled features.
   'Lillian, I'm Richard, and I'm thrilled to meet you,' he said in his cultured baritone. 'Please let me introduce my wife, Penelope.'
   His companion glided forward, a slim blonde with ice-blue eyes and a dazzling smile of welcome. 'Muriel has been dear to us for many years, and to have the chance to host her beloved student is a real treat for us both. She spoke so positively of you, and if her report of your beauty is any measure, she may have been too modest.'
   Lillian was totally charmed by the warmth of her reception, which served to disarm the natural reticence she felt. 'I hope I can continue to live up to my advance billing,' she said shyly. 'But I also can't thank you too much for your hospitality during a difficult time as I get my mum settled.'
   Richard beckoned their guest into an intimate dining room, and the trio proceeded to enjoy an informal supper served by a demure woman introduced as Letitia, whose lilting accent suggested she was Jamaican. The trio chatted amiably, the conversation skillfully guided by Richard and Penelope to draw their guest out, but also tempered to put Lillian further at ease by revealing humanizing information about the wealthy couple. After dessert had been cleared they sat sipping rare port when the mood suddenly changed.
   The Viscount turned to his wife with a knowing smile and asked, 'Pen, what were you thinking about our guest when looking at her just now?'
   The lovely petite blonde smiled mischievously. 'Richie, please!'
  Her husband looked somewhat sternly at her. 'Do you really wish to add uncooperativeness or dishonesty to the transgressions for which you might be called to atone?'
   His wife sighed and slumped slightly in resignation. 'No, I suppose not,' she said. 'Very well then, as I'm sure you suspected I was imagining how it would look and feel to have her lovely mouth between my legs while you were spanking her spectacular ass.'
   Lillian blushed in shock at this sudden turn of events, including such a frank statement from the poised woman. She also noted an immediate flood of moisture between her legs at the graphic scenario her hostess had so casually invited them to picture.
   Richard turned to address her. 'I see our guest is not unmoved by my wife's presumption, as our communication from Muriel suggested. Am I right, Lillian?'
   Her complexion darkened further as she found herself responding to her powerful host. 'I suppose I am a bit, shall we say, affected by her imagery.'
  The tall aristocrat observed her calmly through amused eyes. 'Well then, it seems it's time for a little post-prandial entertainment. Only I'm afraid my naughty wife will be providing the centerpiece for the first act.' He reached for the bell on the table, summoning the maid who had served dinner. 'Letitia, would you please help Penny out of her clothing? You may position her to be spanked on the ottoman, and then bring me the small paddle.'
   The maid smiled wickedly, clearly used to such instructions. 'Of course, sir. Facing which direction?'
   'Bottom towards the mirror,' her master replied. 'My slutty wife let her imagination run to fantasies of her pussy being eaten by our guest while watching Lillian receive a spanking, so I'm reversing the scenario, if the victim of Pen's dirty mind is willing to participate.'
   He spoke with an eyebrow cocked inquisitively towards Lillian, who barely thought before answering with her own mischievous grin. 'Ah well, in for a penny in for a pound,' she said. 'I am at your disposal, though I fear at least parts of me might regret that.'
   Richard grinned back. 'I suspect so, but I promise other parts of you will be more than pleased.'
   As this exchange was going on Penelope was standing with her arms at her sides while Letitia unbuttoned her stylish evening dress and slipped it off her shoulders to reveal a taut figure with small, naked breasts. She wore a burgundy thong that set off her pale skin beautifully, but was slipped off by the efficient hands of the maid to reveal closely trimmed blonde curls barely concealing an engorged and glistening pussy. Lillian sighed at the compact loveliness of her hostess' frame, and murmured to her host, 'Your wife couldn't be more exquisite... where and how would you like me?'
   The Viscount observed his guest closely. 'Letitia, please remove Lillian's underthings, then position her in the armchair so she may best observe Penny's bottom getting its just desserts while having her pussy eaten by the penitent.'
   Letitia guided the guest to her feet, then knelt while looking up with a suggestive glint in her dark eyes as her cool, competent fingers felt their way up her thighs to hook into the top of her pantyhose. They were efficiently peeled down to Lillian's shoes, and then the maid's nimble fingers made their way more slowly and lasciviously back up the naked flesh to grasp her panties, which were more slowly eased down to join the puddle at her feet. Next the shoes were unclasped, and after her feet were gently released and guided to step free Lillian stood naked from the waist down, except for her pleated linen skirt. Letitia then led her to the spacious leather chair placed in front of the mirror and sat the aroused guest down, pausing to position the large matching ottoman a few feet in front of her.
   'Please slide your bottom to the front of the chair, ma'am,' the maid said, and once Lillian complied she took each foot and guided them up and over the chair arms, splaying her thighs. Her skirt was then flipped up to reveal her erotic core.
   Richard and Penelope were observing all this with great interest, the latter sighing appreciatively. 'My goodness, she's just as lovely as I'd hoped. Don't you agree, dear?'
   'Absolutely, darling,' her husband concurred. 'Just as Muriel promised, and remarkably like her in so many ways. Now let's get your face between those thighs, and see to properly punishing that impudent bottom of yours.'
   Following more instructions the maid took her mistress by the arm and led her to the ottoman, where she was helped to kneel and then to spread her knees as wide as possible. 'That's right, mistress,' Letitia said, 'you know the master is going to want your bottom as opened as it can be so he can spank every inch of it.'
   The uniformed servant then guided her mistress to bend forward over the padded leather, supporting her weight with her hands on the floor, then leaning forward to tentatively kiss the displayed pussy, causing Lillian to moan with pleasure as Richard and Letitia looked on. Lillian looked up into the gilt mirror, in front of which she and her hostess were strategically positioned.
   The sight that greeted her eyes was an erotic spectacle, as she had a clear view of her hostess' parted buttocks and trim thighs, framing her lightly furred pussy.
   'May I support the mistress during her spanking?' the maid asked, and Richard nodded. She placed one hand on the small of the blonde's back, with the other she cupped her mistress' sex, and Lillian felt Penelope moan into her pussy as the maid's thumb began massaging her clitoris. Then the blonde groaned louder as one finger snaked inside her vagina.
   Richard took a position beside his wife, on the opposite side to the maid, placing his right hand atop her buttocks as he drew back the paddle in his left, and began darkening the lovely cheeks with carefully placed spanks.
   Lillian found the scenario incredibly sexy, especially Penelope's squirming under the paddle, which translated to the lips and tongue avidly engulfing her clitoris. Within twenty spanks she exploded into a moaning, writhing climax, her hips convulsing, her hostess struggling to keep her mouth glued to her juicy pussy.
   The master kept up his steady rhythm of spanks while enjoying their new plaything's first orgasm. 'Dear Lillian comes so delightfully,' he commented. 'Such a passionate girl, just as Muriel told us. But unfortunately for my saucy little slut of a wife, she has been too effective in her oral ministrations. I intended this spanking to last until both she and our guest got off, but now I'm afraid it will have to go on until Lillian is brought to a second peak. Poor little bottom cheeks; I believe they'll be truly on fire by then.'
   The supplicant blonde moaned in distress, but her pussy responded differently as the casual promise of a long spanking triggered her into her own first climax. Her husband celebrated by rewarding each spasm of her hips with a particularly fierce blow to the junction of buttock and thigh. Once his wife's orgasm had subsided he resumed distributing his blows randomly around the quivering moons, and expanding his target to include the backs and insides of her thighs, succeeding in drawing more muffled moans and writhings from her.
   Lillian found it all so erotically transporting a second orgasm was quickly triggered, which in turn sent her hostess again over the edge, and the drawing room resounded to the sounds of two women climaxing as the paddle issued its final blows before finally relenting.
   'Letitia,' Richard said, as the maid guided her mistress to shaky feet, 'help our guest out of her clothes so we can have a better look at her.'
   Just as she had done for her mistress, the maid helped Lillian to her feet, positioned her in front of the mirror, and then Lillian stood and watched herself being undressed.
  'Muriel has never led us wrong before, and she certainly hasn't now,' Richard mused. 'Our guest is nothing short of spectacular; what a perfect womanly body, so robust but without an unnecessary ounce, every curve perfectly padded.'
   Lillian was totally enthralled by the proceedings and the lavish praise being heaped upon her. 'I'm yours, it seems,' she said, 'so you may as well do with me what you wish.'
   'Oh and we will, my dear,' Penelope said huskily, 'we most certainly will. I've felt how responsive you are to my mouth, and I'm sure you'll be equally so.'
   With these enigmatic words the petite blonde began running her gentle fingers over Lillian's ass, while her husband engaged their guest in a searching kiss as his hands explored her breasts. After several minutes of languid enjoyment the aristocratic couple traded places, the blonde pinching Lillian's nipples and wringing moans and squirms from her.
   'I cannot wait a minute longer to take the paddle to this spectacular ass,' Richard vowed, and Lillian felt herself being guided by the competent hands of the maid to kneel in a wide straddle on the ottoman. She was facing Penelope, whose naked loveliness was positioned just as Lillian had been, her legs spread over the chair arms to offer her succulent pussy to their plaything.
   Letitia then guided her to bend forward, and soon Penelope was happily writhing and moaning to the expert attentions of her guest's fingers, lips, and busy tongue. Then Lillian felt the maid's hands support her hips from behind and in front, just as they had her mistress, fingers busy within and without the guest's sopping sex.
   Richard observed for a few minutes before taking up the small paddle that had so effectively chastised his wife's buttocks, and sighed in appreciation of the loveliness of the canvas upon which he had total liberty to compose his next masterpiece of erotic torment.
   The first spank shocked Lillian out of her sexual reverie, the pain immediately forcing her back from the brink of another climax as a circle of molten fire riveted her attention to her left buttock. Quickly that focus was split as an identical blow was delivered to its twin, and the guest's first spanking of the new relationship was underway.
   Richard delighted in the smooth pale skin and kept up a steady murmuring as he proceeded to replace their current color with a much darker one. 'Oh, Pen, they're so lovely, just as precious as yours. See them wiggle so fetchingly, poor little buttocks, as if they could escape one iota of what I have planned for them. I can hardly wait to fuck them, and wouldn't delay a minute more if this weren't such damned fun.'
   His wife enjoyed her husband's commentary, and replied dreamily. 'I so agree, dear, she's such a treasure, I don't know how we'll possibly thank Muriel appropriately. Though I suspect our gratitude will probably be expressed by her painful access to my own bottom, as usual. And our lovely guest is a wonderfully cunning linguist as well, though I do believe her attention has wandered somewhat since the spanking began. Perhaps you could punish her thighs a little to chide her for such a lapse.'
   Distracted, Lillian moaned as the Viscount complied with his wife's request, and as the exquisitely tender region of her bottom came under fire she frantically resumed with her tongue and fingers, Penelope convulsing into an orgasm as her husband resumed his more leisurely spanking of Lillian's buttocks. For her it was a submissive dream. Eating the lovely blonde while her husband paid painful attention to her bottom and the maid skillfully masturbated her was a pinnacle of pleasurable pain. Her orgasm was as powerful as any Muriel had orchestrated, and the thought that a butt-fucking was in the offing made her even more excited. After her climax had passed and the spanking was over she heard the Viscount undressing, and raised her head from Penelope's pussy to watch. By the time his boxer shorts hit the floor her breath was taken by the powerful male frame revealed, his cock as large as Randy's. She moaned as he anointed it with lubricant, then resumed her position with her head between Penelope's legs to brace her bottom for the promised invasion.

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