Count

Your submission I must see
Knowing you belong to me
As I take you over my knee
Now count as I spank,
“one…two…three…”

You’re craving your fix
Of pain and pleasure intermixed
Getting your forty licks
Now count as I spank,
“four…five…six”

In fate’s grand design
The stars were aligned
When you became mine
Now count as I spank,
“seven…eight…nine”

Can I hear an amen
When I get to number ten
You lose count and then
Count as I spank,
As we begin again

©AC Elliott, 2015

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Essence #126

He longs to discover
the side that she keeps hidden,
locked away and out of the sight
from fear of getting hurt,
because, he knows,
that is where he will find
the beauty of her soul.
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 9-Jul-18

An Exercise in Patience

She kneels, waiting,
wanting His touch
needing
a simple affirmation,
that she belongs to Him.

The need, overwhelms her
she can feel her heart
beating,
pounding with anticipation,
eager for his touch.

She wonders, does He know
the depth of her
desires
and how the slightest touch
of His hand elevates her?

So, she waits, kneeling
hoping He will see her…
obedience
and patience exercised
waiting for His touch.
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 29-Jun-18

A Sticky Situation (Part 11) (Mature 18+)

Spreading her cheeks, I watched as the lubricant rolled over her rosebud of an anus. Slowly, I began massaging the liquid around her asshole, and then gingerly I pressed my index finger into her tight hole. She moaned as my finger slid into the first knuckle. Pulling it back slowly, I applied more lube and began working it around her sphincter.

I slowly stretched her asshole, starting with my index finger and then adding another finger as she relaxed and became accustomed to the invasion. Throughout the entire time, she alternated between moaning in pleasure and begging me to stop. She tried to wiggle away from me once, but a quick smack on her already sore ass brought her back in line quickly.

When I felt she was ready, I stepped behind her, holding the butt plug between my fingers. I eyed her asshole, and then looked at the butt plug. Having another idea, I dropped the butt plug to the floor and squirted lube into my hand. Wrapping my hand around my hard cock, I massaged the oil into my skin, making me slick and ready. Once I was ready, I flipped her over onto her back roughly so that she was laying on top of her bound hands.

“Oh, no, Todd… please, no,” she said as her eyes growing large as saucers when they beheld my shiny, slick cock.

Shoving her a little further onto the bed, I spread her legs and stepped between them. Pinning her legs with my shoulders, I guided my cockhead to her slick asshole and pressed it against her. She was mewling like a cat in heat as I firmly pressed my cockhead against her asshole, and slowly began pushing into her.

“Look at me,” I growled when she tried to look away.

Her head snapped back, locking eyes with mine. I wanted to see her eyes as I continued to push into her rectum. Before it was all said and done, I wanted her to realize exactly who was in charge in this house, and it certainly wasn’t her.

Chelsea’s mouth opened wide as the crown of my cockhead slipped past her sphincter ring. I felt her muscles snap around my shaft and grip me as tight as a vise. Pausing, I let her get accustomed my thick cock being in her rear passage. When I thought she was ready, I began pushing slowly into her, taking my time and pausing as needed in order for her to be ready for more.

Throughout the entire time, she kept her eyes locked on mine. Keeping her legs pinned by with my shoulders, I reached down and grabbed her nipples between the fingers of each hand. Pinching them between my digits, I twisted and pulled on them. Enflamed by the look of pure lust that entered her eyes, I pushed all the way into her, filling her young ass with my hard cock.

“Oh my g-g-g-awd,” she moaned, licking her lips as I continued to assault her nipples with my fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Chelsea,” I told her calmly, hearing a satisfying assent of a moan slip from her mouth.

I began slowly at first, pulling back until I could feel the crown being held by her asshole. When I was almost all the way out, I began pushing back inside of her slowly, pulling on her nipples as I slid deep into rear end. Continuing this way for several strokes, I savored the slow feel of her tight asshole as my cock slid in and out of her.

Satisfied that she used to my thick rod being in her rear passage, I began increasing the pace of my strokes. I ramped it up slowly, enjoying the feeling of bottoming out in her rear end repeatedly. Her moans grew louder and longer with each hard thrust, it was like her moans were urging me to take her harder and faster. I did so with no problem what-so-ever, continuing to thrust into her until I was a blur of movement.

Releasing her nipples, I grabbed her legs and spread them as wide as I could possibly get them. Looking down, I watched as my hard cock slid effortlessly into her asshole repeatedly. Her body bounced with each hard thrust, her breasts waving in small circles as I assaulted her rear end. The closer I got to my pending orgasm, the harder I thrust into, until the sounds emanating from her turned from moans to screams of pleasure.

“Who’s in control?” I growled at her.

“Oh, fuck, you are…” she moaned.

“Who is going to be a good girl?” I asked her breathlessly as I bottomed out in her ass.

“I am, fuck, I will do whatever you say… just don’t stop…” she pleaded.

Releasing her right leg, I reached between us and began rubbing her clit hard. I listened to her screams as they continued to get louder, signaling her impending orgasm. Thrusting deep into her as hard as I could, I held myself there just as she began thrashing her head, her young body wracked with orgasmic bliss. As her asshole tightened around my thick shaft, I exploded, filling her rear end with spurts of my hot seed.

“Oooooh,” she cried out as I dumped load after load into her tight ass.

As my orgasm subsided, I pulled out of her rear end with a satisfying “pop”. Collapsing on the vacant chair, I watched as my young trussed up lover lay panting on the bed. After resting for a few seconds, I stood up, flipped her over onto her stomach and undid the ropes binding her hands.

“Get out of here,” I ordered. “Don’t you ever, ever, think of doing what you did to me again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned, her eyes blinking back tears as she slowly made her way to the door.

“Oh, and Chelsea,” I said.

“Yes?”

“I expect you to be in my room every morning for the next week. When you come in, I want you to drop your drawers and bend over my knees. Then I will spank you, and if you are a good girl, I might even let you cum. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she mewled, tears running down her cheeks as she left my room.

“Now,” I said aloud to myself. “What to do about the other ladies in the house…”
(To be continued)

A Sticky Situation (Part 10) (Mature 18+)

“Get off,” I mumbled into the pussy that was still firmly against my mouth.

Somehow I managed to maintain a solid grip on her hair with my right hand as she scooted her cute ass off of my face. Struggling slightly, I managed to sit up, yanking her to the foot of the bed. Holding her there, I demanded that she undo the bindings on my feet. Reluctantly, and partly because I was dragging her, she climbed onto the lower portion of the bed and undid the bindings holding my feet.

The first thing I did with my free hand was dislodge the damned butt plug from my rectum. All of the moving was making me more than a little uncomfortable and it just had to go. Grasping it with my fingers, I pushed slightly with my anal muscles and popped it right out. It felt good sliding out of my sphincter, and I couldn’t help but moan slightly when it slipped past my sphincter ring.

The next thing to go was the cock ring. Not that I minded it, but I was ready to cum and it was preventing me from doing so. Pulling Chelsea by the hair, I drug her to the side of the bed, and forced her head down until she was eye level with my throbbing cock. Wrapping my left hand around my shaft, I began pumping myself furiously, keeping my cockhead firmly pressed against the side of her face.

“Open wide, Chelsea,” I growled. “Or else I am just going to cum all over your pretty little face.”

She did as commanded, opening her mouth wide and accepting my cock between her lips. No sooner had my cockhead slipped into her mouth, than I began to cum. It felt so good to unload my heavy balls into her mouth as she struggled to swallow the seemingly never ending stream of cum. Yet somehow she managed to swallow every bit of it.

When I was finished unloading myself into her throat, I pulled my still hard cock out of her mouth and slapped it against her face. Holding her hair tightly with my fingers, I slapped her face with cock several more times. Tiring of that game, I pulled her off the bed and onto her feet. I was angry, and even more so, I was tired of the games she and the other women of her family were playing with me.

“Lean over the bed,” I ordered her, as she lay face first on the bed, “and put your hands behind your back.”

When her hands were at the small of her back, I grabbed her wrists roughly with my left hand. Holding her tightly in place, I finally released my hold on her hair. Grabbing up the rope that had previously bound my feet, I tied her hands tightly behind her back. The knots were so interwoven and tight, there was no way she was going to break free. Unlike her daddy, I really did know how to tie a knot.

“Now,” I stated matter-of-factly, “this is more like it.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Chelsea began to sob.

“Hmmm… what was it you said a little while ago?” I asked sarcastically. “Oh, yes. I remember now. ‘You and I are going to have soooo much fun today.’ Well, at least I am…”

I left her lying on the bed, face down, with her hands tied behind her back and went to search in my dresser drawer. Smiling, I pulled out my old hairbrush. It was just what I needed. With the long wood handle, and wood backing, it made the perfect paddle. Now, it was time to punish her for her little games.

“Oh, Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea,” I said soothingly, as her eyes grew large as saucers when she saw the makeshift paddle. “You know what your problem is?”

“What?” she sobbed, as I stepped closer to her caressing the wooden brush.

“You are spoiled,” I replied. “You have never, ever, been properly disciplined.”

“Ohhh, god,” she began to cry, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, little girl,” I soothed, patting her plump rump with my hand. “I will take care of that little problem you have. When I am done, you will be begging for me to let you be my good little girl.”

Helping her to a standing position, I half walked, half drug her to the chair she was previously sitting in. I sat down in the chair, and patted my knees expectantly. I am not sure if she was confused, or trying to be flippant, but instead of lying over my knees she tried to sit on them. As she cuddled up to my neck, batting her once more innocent looking eyes, I once more grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back.

“Bend your pretty ass over my knees, now,” I growled. “Or, it will only be worse for you.”

She yelped as I released her hair, jumping up and quickly coming to stand next to my legs. I helped her bend her upper body over my knee, her abdomen draped over me. I could feel her soft breasts on the side of my leg, and my semi-erect cock was pressed firmly against her side.

I’ll admit, it was a bit awkward at first, but I was determined to make it work. Pulling her tied hand up slightly, to get them out of the way, I surveyed her plump ass. It looked so inviting to me, just begging for me to begin spanking it. Placing the brush on the small of her back, I caressed her ass lightly with my bare hand, feeling her firmness and exploring her soft mound of flesh.

When she was least expecting it, I pulled my hand back and brought it down hard on her exposed cheek hard. Once again she yelped, but this time in pain, as I drew my hand back and smacked her again on the other cheek. I continued on this way for several minutes, smacking her ass with my bare hand and then caressing it. At some point tears actually began flowing from her eyes, as she begged me to please stop.

When my own hand began to sting, I stopped. Her ass had red welts, and raised areas in the shape of my large hand. Throughout the entire time I hadn’t spoken a single word to her. My only focus was on spanking her ass, and feeling myself becoming more turned on by it with each smack on her ass. Her soft side felt so good against my erect, pulsating cock. But, I wasn’t ready to fuck her just yet.

“Tell me,” I said to her, once more caressing her ass. “Tell me, that you have been bad and deserve this.”

“I have been bad,” she sobbed.

“And…” I pressed.

“…and nothing,” she cried out defiantly.

I picked up the brush from the small of her back, hefted it in my hand, getting a good feel for the makeshift paddle. Rubbing it against her exposed cheeks, I gave her one more chance to admit that she deserved the spanking she was receiving. When it didn’t come, I pulled my hand back and brought the paddle down hard against her ass.

The paddle made a soft “whirr” as it flew through the air, followed by a solid “thwack” as the wood struck her ass. I watched as her cheek bounced from the impact, and listened as she cried out in pain. Then I pulled it back and whacked the other cheek just as hard. If I thought she was crying before, she was now crying hysterically, trying to pull away from my legs.

Grabbing her roughly with my left hand, I yanked her back, hard against me. Now she was really fighting it, but I wasn’t going to give her an inch of wiggle room to escape. Still trying to keep her hands out of the way, I brought the paddle down on her ass several times in succession, alternating between both cheeks.

“Say it,” I growled, pausing briefly.

“I am a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished,” she cried out.

“Very good,” I replied soothingly, resting the paddle against her ass and rubbing it in small circles. “Now, tell me thank you for the punishment.”

“Th-th-thank you,” she managed to stutter out.

“Thank you, what?” I prodded, rubbing her ass a little harder with the paddle.

“Th-thank you for punishing me, sir, and I deserved it,” she replied, sucking the tears and snot back into her nose.

“Very good,” I replied again. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it?”

I helped her stand up, and then led her back to the bed. Pushing her forward, I had her once again lay face down on the bed. Grabbing up the lubricant, and butt plug, I eyed her red ass thoughtfully. Picking up a discarded t-shirt, I wiped the butt plug clean, and stepped up behind her.

“Now, how did this work again? Oh yeah, I remember now,” I said, as I squirted the lube between her asscheeks.

(To be continued)

A Sticky Situation (Part 9) (Mature 18+)

While I may not have struggled when she was shaving me, I definitely began to struggle when she climbed between my legs holding the lubricant and butt plug. The last thing I wanted was that thing being shoved into my ass. So, I began thrashing around as much as possible, trying to make it difficult for her to achieve her goal. What I didn’t count on was just how resourceful, and determined, Chelsea was.

She straddled my waist, facing away from me, with her pussy pressed hard against the underside of my cock. I wouldn’t have thought she would be able to restrain me, but I was surprised at just how strong her legs were when she tightened her legs around my waist. It felt like I was locked in vise grip, as she dribbled the lubricant on her fingers and began rubbing it around my anus.

Her fingers deftly worked my asshole, pushing inwards and stretching me slowly, almost lovingly. I hate to admit it, but my cock grew ten times harder every time her nimble fingers penetrated my sphincter. After a while, I just relaxed and let her continue her probing, shamefully moaning as she rubbed her pussy lips up and down my hard shaft while fingering my asshole.

She must have felt I was lubed up enough, because I suddenly felt the hard tip of the rubber butt plug press against my asshole. I bit my lip and cursed to keep from struggling as she slowly inserted the toy into my ass. To say that I had never felt so stretched before would be an understatement. It felt like I was being invaded by the largest object imaginable. Thankfully she took her time, and once it worked past my sphincter ring it was a little more tolerable.

“There,” she cooed, patting the butt plug playfully. “Now, don’t try to push it out, or I will just have to put it back in… and I promise I won’t be nearly as gentle the next time. Ok?”

When I didn’t answer her straightaway, she tapped the butt plug hard and repeated her question. That time I answered, not wanting the invading object to inadvertently be pushed too far inward. Kneeling, she grabbed my hard shaft and pulled my cockhead towards her moist opening.

“If you behave,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me. “I will let you have more of this.”

With that, she slid down my shaft, wrapping my hard cock with her tight, wet pussy. It felt fantastic, having her squatting over me, her ass pointed in my direction as she began slowly riding my rigid cock. She bounced on my several times, bottoming out hard on me, all the while playing with the butt plug she had firmly pressed into my rectum.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “God, you feel so good inside of me. When I let you cum, it will be fantastic.”

Once again she brought me close to the brink of cumming, and then popped off my cock. My shaft twitched in the air, still ready to explode. She wrapped her fingers hard around the base, squeezing me and holding me until the urge to cum passed.

“Not yet, Todd,” she laughed wickedly.

Dismounting me, she stepped over to the array of toys and picked up the cock ring. Using the natural lubricant of her pussy juices on my still slick cock, she slid the ring in place. The closer to the base of my cock it got, the tighter it felt. She was doing everything she could to keep me hard and from cumming when she didn’t want me too.

Next she picked up the candle and the lighter. My eyes grew wide as she lit the candle and once more straddled me. This time with her ass on my chest, with her pussy pressed hard against my flesh, leaving a trail of juices as she slid up my body until her beautiful cunt was pressed against my face.

“Eat me,” she demanded.

I did as commanded, snaking my tongue into her folds and lapping up her juices. She must have sensed my inability to dive in as much as she wanted because she scooted back and pressed her pussy hard against my probing tongue. Now having full access to her young cunt, I began sucking and licking at her earnestly. Partly because I wanted to taste her juices when she had an orgasm on my face, and partly because I was hoping by doing so she would let this end quicker.

With my tongue deeply buried inside of her, I felt the first bit of hot wax fall on my raw ballsack. My scream of pain was muffled by her pressing even harder against my face. The more I fought, the more wax she dropped on my sensitive balls. The pain was intense, and I felt great relief when the wax stopped falling and she began blowing gently on my balls.

Throughout all of this she continued to rub her pussy back and forth on my mouth, as she neared her own orgasm. I was experiencing a mixture of pain and pleasure that I had never experienced before. With each bit of pain I pulled hard at my restraints, until finally I felt the binding on my right wrist begin to give some.

While she continued to ride my face and drop wax on my balls, I worked at my right wrist, pulling and shifting it. I was beginning to become doubtful that I was going to ever break free. However, when she began cumming on my open mouth, and her juices began covering my face, it finally slipped free. She sat up straight, threw her head back and moaned loudly. While she was lost in her rapture, I managed to undo the other binding just enough to slip my left hand out.

When I reached up and grabbed her hair with both hands… she screamed…

(To be continued)

A Sticky Situation (Part 8) (Mature 18+)

Janet and I had already eaten supper, so I decided it would be best to stay to my part of the house the rest of the night. My head was doing flip-flops as I wondered if I were imagining things, or if I really had something to worry about. In the end, I decided it was just my imagination. After all, what could an 18 year old girl do to me that I couldn’t handle?

“Todd,” I heard Janet call up the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you come down and join us? The girls have made us some drinks. It is safe to come down, no one will bite you.”

I heard titters of laughter coming from the twins, obviously sharing in some inside joke. Deciding it wouldn’t due to be stand-offish, I went ahead and joined them. I found a mug of Hot Toddy waiting for me when I got there. Surprisingly it was actually decent.

Shortly after we finished drinks, I was suddenly feeling even more exhausted than I had been feeling. I was beginning to wonder if I were coming down with something, as tired as I had been lately. Bidding my good nights, I lumbered back up to my room, disrobed and collapsed on my bed.

“Why is the world spinning so much?” I asked myself just before I passed out.

~~~~

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. The sun was shining through my open curtain and I wondered how it had gotten opened. I remembered closing it the morning before. When I tried to bring my hand to my eyes, I found that I couldn’t move it. In fact, I couldn’t move either of them, nor my legs. That was when I noticed the ropes binding me to headboard and footboard.

“Good morning, lover boy,” I heard Chelsea say from the corner of my room.

I turned my head to see her sitting in the chair that I usually sit on to put my shoes on in the morning. She was completely naked, pinching her nipples between her fingers and pulling on them, hard. I hate to admit it, but the sight of her stretching her nipples out as far as she could had an immediate effect on me. My cock began to twitch reflexively, growing to its fully erect state.

“Chelsea,” I growled, pulling at my arms and legs fruitlessly.

“Oh, you aren’t going anywhere,” Chelsea said with a wicked grin. “One thing my daddy taught me, was how to tie a knot.”

“Your daddy?” I asked, shaking my head. “You mean…”

“Yeah, the oily bastard may be a queer, but he was my queer.” Chelsea snarled. “Then mama left him, and brought us here. I thought, wow, a new man to break in. Things were going so well too, before mama got in the way again.”

“Got in the way?” I replied hesitantly, wondering what she may have done with Janet.

“Oh, don’t worry about her,” Chelsea said, standing up and crossing to my bed. “She is fine. She is working right now. Oblivious to what is going on here. You on the other hand, well…”

Her hand caressed my chest, running down my abdomen until she reached my crotch. She ran her fingers through my thick mass of pubic hair playfully, before wrapping her soft hand around my throbbing cock. Truthfully, I wasn’t certain if I should be worried, turned on, or both.

She released my shaft, and left the room, coming back with a can of shaving cream, a towel, a razor and a bowl full of steaming water. Placing the towel down between my legs, she pumped the shaving cream into her hand and spread it all over my crotch.

“Toddy, needs a shave,” she said in a childlike voice, taking the razor to my privates and slowly shaving me bald.

It took a long time too, and she had to change the razors twice to just get it done. I could have fought it, but I thought it wasn’t the best idea to fight her while she held a razor near my cock and balls. So I just lay there, trying to urge her to stop verbally, but definitely not fighting it physically.

When she was done, she washed me clean. I don’t remember the last time I had felt so naked, as she looked down on my freshly shaven crotch. I mean, she didn’t leave a stitch of hair on me!

“Much better,” she exclaimed, happy as little girl could be. “You and I are going to have soooo much fun today.”

She climbed up on the bed between my spread legs, pressing her cheek up against my balls and still throbbing cock. She ran her face up and down my ballsack slowly, like she was savoring the feel of a cleanly shaven sack. It was odd, yet extremely intimate at the same time.

I watched as she grabbed my shaft, pulling it back with her hand until it was standing straight up from my body. She licked her lips wantonly, and then slowly ran her tongue from the base of my cock to the head. Her tongue flickered all around my taut skin, teasing me as she explored my shaft like she had never done so before.

I couldn’t help but moan as she pulled me into her mouth and began eagerly sucking on my thick cock. Helpless, I just lay there and moaned as she deep throated me, stroked me, and fondled me until the pre-cum began to ooze from my cockhead. At the first taste of my pending release, she stopped, letting my cock slap back against my abdomen.

“I don’t think so,” she cooed, slipping off the bed and leaving the room as I cooled off.

When she came back in, she was carrying a small bag. Clearing off the table next to my bed, she opened the bag and began laying out everything inside. I watched as a variety of objects appeared from the bag. She lay out feathers, candles, a lighter, nipple clamps, and cock rings. My eyes really got large, however, when she pulled out some lubricant, a butt plug, and finally the largest strap-on dildo I had ever seen.

“Where shall we begin?” she asked me questioningly as she caressed all her toys lovingly.

(To be continued)