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I always tag stories with the main themes, please check them out before reading. Note that this story involves a very submissive guy being slowly trained by a dominant older woman. If things like that turn you off then you’d be happier just moving onto something else.
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She found me waiting, as requested, outside the library at six thirty on Friday. I heard her unmistakable footsteps on the granite behind me and when I turned there she was with the late afternoon sun streaming through her auburn hair.
“Hello Tim,” she said warmly.
“Hello Miss Autumn,” I replied. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her hair blew gently in the breeze and when a few strands fell over her eyes she flicked them out of the way with her hand. She made even that tiny movement seem erotic.
“I’m parked in the staff car park at the rear of the library,” she said as she turned toward the path that led down the side of the building. “You know the way don’t you?”
Her teasing smile left me no doubt that she was referring to the time she’d caught me secretly trying to spy on her. I mumbled yes and followed behind her.
About a dozen cars occupied the car park and I spent a few seconds guessing which was hers before we stopped at a silver Audi A3 convertible.
“Hey Miss Autumn, this is a nice car,” I said, wondering whether a librarian’s salary would cover it.
“Thank you Tim, I’m not an expert by any stretch of the imagination,” she replied breezily, “But I’m a thorough researcher and I know what I like when I find it.”
As we stepped in my heart missed a beat as I saw the necklace I’d given her catch the sunlight. I was elated that she was still wearing it. We took our seats but before she started the engine she took a hair band from the gearstick and tied her hair back into a pony tail. The action of pulling her hand behind her head pushed her breasts out and up. She noticed me staring.
“I can’t bear having it flap around when I’m driving,” she explained, but she held her pose much longer than necessary. Her eyes fell to my crotch and it was obvious what she was doing to me. She reached down and placed her hand on the thigh of my jeans, the tips of her fingers resting on my stiffening member, and looked me in the eye.
“Did you perform your required exercises?”
“Yes Miss Autumn.”
“How many times?”
“I don’t know. Maybe four times yesterday and a couple of times the day before. It’s kind of difficult doing it at home when everyone’s on my back all day.”
“Are you finding it gets easier?” she said, drumming her fingers on my hardness.
“No. Not at all! It’s agony holding back each time. I hate it.”
She looked at me over her glasses. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Huh?” I said, then “Oh. Miss Autumn. Sorry Miss Autumn.”
“Don’t forget in future. Remember your punishment last time you forgot what I told you?”
“Yes Miss Autumn.” My ass still remembered. When I’d checked in the mirror that night I was fascinated by the artistry of the three perfectly aligned red stripes no matter how much they still stung.
She patted me sharply on the thigh and started the engine. We drove for about 20 minutes to the outskirts of town, chatting about my University studies. She knew a lot about history, philosophy and poetry and she questioned me quite hard on some of the modules I’d taken that year. All too soon we were pulling into a side turn that led into a winding unmade road between the trees. Shortly we reached a small single storyed clapboard house nestled under the trees.
She was about to open the car door when I stopped her by placing my hand on her arm. She looked at it in surprise and then at me.
“I’d like to say something before we go in Miss Autumn.”
“What is it Tim?”
“Do you remember when I asked you if it was normal to like being whipped?”
The faintest smile appeared on her lips. “Yes.”
“I think I liked what you did to me Miss Autumn. Liked how I felt, I mean. I didn’t like the pain of the belt at all but while you were doing it I felt weird inside. We were doing something really wrong but no-one else knew about it and that made it thrilling. And then after it was over I felt really sad that it had stopped.”
“Go on.”
“It was like this time when I was a little kid I used to sneak down when everyone was asleep and eat one spoon of ice cream. Just one so on-one would notice and then I’d run back to bed. Then one night there was just one spoonful left and I realised that if I ate it, then it would be over and mom would find out. So I left it and every night I’d lie awake thinking about that last spoonful and what it would taste like.”
“Surely she noticed?” laughed Miss Autumn. “Moms aren’t stupid.”
“Yeah. She noticed one day when we had family to dinner. But she blamed my dad! She never imagined it could be me.”
“How did that make you feel?”
“Guilty. bursa otele gelen eskort But excited that I’d got away with it.”
She put her hand on mine. “What are you trying to tell me?”
“I don’t know Miss Autumn,” I said in a faltering voice. “Just that I liked that feeling and when I looked into your eyes after I could see that you liked it too, really liked it. And that made me want to keep doing it. Am I right? Did it make you feel good when you whipped me?”
“Oh Tim, my pet,” she sighed and her hand clasped mine. “I think you know full well how good I felt and how wet you made me. You and I are very compatible. You are a natural submissive with a lust for the forbidden and that turns me on more than anything else in the world. Even the thought of you at my feet makes my clit tingle.”
I stared at her, open mouthed. She laughed. “Keep your mouth like that and you might find something shoved into it, like a nice pair of damp panties. Mmmm you’re such a gorgeous pet.”
We got out the car and I took in the location as we walked the front door. The house itself was in the shape of an L with one leg painted cream, the other green. The windows had pretty curtains and there were several flower beds planted with a seemingly random assortment of flowers, none of which I knew the names of. The area was quiet apart from the sounds of the woodland: birdsong, the hum of insects and the rustle of the wind through the trees. It seemed very peaceful.
I followed her through the door into a dark hallway that smelled faintly smokey. She held her hand up to stop me going any further in.
“Tim, you need to understand the rules,” she said with a serious look.
“Okay Miss Autumn, I kind of guessed you might have some.”
“This is my house. No-one comes here except me… and now you. I live alone and I’m not in the habit of inviting people into my home. I have made an exception for you.”
“Thank you Miss Autumn.”
“While you are here you will obey my requests, without fail and without delay. Outside I may overlook your mistakes but here there is no forgiveness for your failings. Transgressions will be punished. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Miss Autumn. I’m ready do anything you ask. Anything.”
She nodded. If she was amused my by naive eagerness she didn’t show it.
“I demand your complete devotion. You may think you understand what it takes to serve someone like me but you don’t. I have very particular tastes. It will not be easy for you but I am generous with my rewards when they are earned.”
“Miss Autumn, I am totally devoted to you already. I think about you all day and dream about you at night. I’ve never met anyone like you before and I can’t get enough of you. The last two days without you have been agony.”
“As it should be,” she said, “But don’t kid yourself that your childish crush is devotion. I’m talking about something far beyond sexual antics in the back room of a library. In time, if things go well, you will understand what I mean. But only when you have experienced it.”
I nodded.
“Be mindful too that I am not and never will be your girlfriend. But in any case you will never find a girlfriend that will do the things I shall do. We will kiss, suck, fuck and abuse every inch of one another’s bodies but at all times I will be in control. This is not a relationship of equals.”
It hurt me to hear her deny the possibility, but I swallowed it down and nodded again.
“Now, practical matters,” she looked me up and down. “You will be naked whenever you are in this house. Your clothes can be put on that table by the door when you enter.”
She fell silent, waiting. I got the hint and quickly stripped off my clothes, folding them neatly into a pile. I stood in front of her, not really sure what to do with my hands but certain that she wouldn’t approve of me using them to hide my crotch.
“Good. Also, whenever you are in my presence you should be on your knees unless I have said otherwise.”
I dropped to my knees and looked up at her.
“Mmmm I love how compliant and keen you are Tim,” she smiled. “Come this way.”
She led me through a doorway into a bedroom, hers I presumed. My impression was that it was decorated in tans and cream, the furniture was rustic and wooden. Rugs were scattered over varnished boards. She sat on the edge of the bed and indicated a spot at her feet which I took.
“Remove my boots and attend to my feet, they’re tired.”
I took one boot in my hand and kissed the top of it, indulging myself in its scent, before sliding it down her leg and foot. I repeated it with the other one and arranged them neatly beside us. She work black stockings with a rose pattern that led the eye upwards under the darkness of her dress. I took each foot in turn in my hands and rubbed it with my thumbs, making small circles on the sole.
“Feels good Tim, you’re getting better at this.”
“Thank you Miss Autumn.”
She bursa eve gelen escort bayan leaned back, taking her weight on her hands as she relaxed, enjoying the the foot massage. I kissed her toes through the material of the stockings, enjoying the feel of it rubbing on my face. My hands rubbed along the side of each foot and massaged her ankles while I kept applying kisses to her toes and upper part of the foot.
Before meeting Miss Autumn I’d never been turned on by lingerie, being more interested in the contents of a woman’s panties than their look or feel. But having performed several foot rubs and got very familiar with her stockings I was finding myself getting more aroused every time. I wasn’t sure what it was yet but there was some combination of the look of them on her feet, the texture and the smell that resulted in a tiny erotic bombshell every time.
“Thank you Tim, I think that’s enough for now, although I really could enjoy that for quite a lot longer.”
She sat up and put her feet between my knees, forcing me to open my legs a little. My needy cock was prominently standing to attention again. She prodded it with her toes.
“You are not to touch yourself without permission, do you understand?”
“Yes Miss Autumn. I said I could control myself and I will.”
“Hmmm. I’m not so sure. But you do look sweet when you’re so desperate and it has been a couple of days. I might let you spurt tonight if you are very good and have attended to all my needs.”
“I will Miss Autumn. Thank you.”
“Undress me, then we’ll take a shower.”
I helped her out of her dress and underwear, enchanted by her voluptuous naked body. I removed her leaf necklace and place it safely on the dresser and then she led me through another door into a small bathroom attached to the bedroom. It contained a basin and toilet and a very large walk-in shower with a large overhead spray and multiple smaller attachments.
We stepped in and let the spray play over our bodies for a while. It was mesmerizing watching the water gush down her body and around her luscious hips. I soaped her chest, sliding my hands over her naked breasts, slippery and pliant under my hands. Her nipples were light brown and prominent against the chalk white curves. I spent a long time massaging her there, stroking across and around her nipples, running them between my fingers. She stood under the water with a dreamy look on her face and allowed me all the time I wanted.
I lathered her hips and thighs and then pressed my hand between her legs, opening her and penetrating her with my fingers.
“Ohh!” she moaned gently as I swirled my fingers inside her. I reached behind her and slid my fingers down between her buttocks and across her anus. I stroked back and forth with that hand and pushed inwards with the other stimulating both of her holes at once. The fingers in her pussy sought out her sensitive clit causing her to gasp.
“With your mouth pet,” she purred and pushed me down to my knees. The water cascaded off of her magnificent breasts onto my face. I took hold of her rear in my hands and crouched beneath her parted thighs, seeking out her clit with my tongue. I found my treasure and licked its tip sending tremors through her. I flicked my tongue back and forth, my nose pressed into her dark fur, a river of water flowing down and around my mouth.
“Keep going Tim my pet, keep going. Tongue my clit harder.”
She leaned back against the wall of the shower and lifted one leg over my shoulder, opening herself to me. I sucked at her clit like a tiny lollipop. In response she started murmuring something that sounded like “la vash” repeatedly under her breath.
I pressed one finger against her anus and entered her a little way. She thrust her crotch harder into my face and I could feel that she was close to climaxing. With delight I swirled my tongue around her clit and frigged her asshole with tiny movements.
“La vache. Je jouis,” she gasped and every part of her shook with the force of her orgasm. She lifted her head up toward the roof, crying out wordlessly as it ripped through her. One advantage of living in the woods! I stayed on my knees as she leaned back against the wall to catch her breath. Her chest was flushed and heaving but she continued to knead her breasts firmly while she recovered. She even pulled on them a bit and I wondered whether she too had a degree of fetish for pain.
I took up the washcloth and washed her feet and then made my way up diligently so that I had cleaned all of her body. She watched me closely while I washed myself, gingerly touching my cock so she could see I wasn’t trying to make myself cum.
We left the shower and I dried her before drying myself. As I helped her on with a very soft bath robe I approached her, stupidly trying to take her into my arms. It caused my cock to press firmly against her hip and I felt a bolt of pleasure shoot through it. I pushed further against her, liking the feel of it. She shoved me back frowning.
“I told you no touching yourself without permission,” she admonished. “That includes using my body to stimulate yourself with. You should have more respect for me than that.”
“I’m sorry Miss Autumn, I didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident.”
“We’ve barely started and you’ve earned yourself a punishment already. That’s very disappointing. Finish up in here and join me in the bedroom to take your punishment.”
Devastated to have disappointed her already I finished drying myself and entered the bedroom to find her sitting at the end of the bed.
“Place a towel on my lap and then lie across my knees,” she said sternly. “I don’t want your disgusting mess on me.”
I’d seen enough porn to know the setup for a spanking. I wondered how hard it was going to be and whether I was going to like it as much as being whipped with her belt. I took my position, my groin pressed hard against her knee. I held my breath in anticipation, wondering whether she was also getting excited by this.
“This is your punishment for breaking my number one rule and for disrespecting me. Twenty spanks of your buttocks. You need to learn that I’m not a piece of meat for you to hump against.”
I felt I ought to protest against a spanking even though I was secretly looking forward to feeling it. “It really was an accident Miss Autumn, I don’t deserve this.”
“I told you not to touch your desperate cock and you did. That’s a rule break.” She put her hand on my shoulder to steady me. “You will thank me after every fifth spank, if you forget then we will repeat all five. If you squeal, complain or try to avoid any of them then I will add two more. Do you understand?”
“Please don’t Miss Autumn,” I said, with more conviction than before. This sounded like it could get to a lot more than twenty spanks.
“Hold still. If you wriggle then it will hurt much more.” She tapped me on the top of my thigh. “If I hit you here instead you’ll be howling in no time. Head right down, put your hands on the floor and open your legs wider.”
I moved as she directed so almost all of my weight was on her lap. Being in this position made me feel strange and childlike but also very needy of attention. It didn’t help that she was old enough to be my mother. I turned my head so I could watch her while she delivered the spanking. I wanted to see how much she enjoyed it.
She placed one hand on my hip and leaned forward so her arm rested on my back, holding me down. Her right hand was raised and she caught my eye. She didn’t look amused at all, instead she looked very determined. I had a sudden sinking feeling that this wasn’t going to be as enjoyable as I’d hoped.
The hand swung down and landed across the centre of my butt. It wasn’t a playful smack but a full palm slap using the full strength of her arm. It was like someone had sprayed paraffin on my butt and thrown a match on it.
“Oh fuck!”
Miss Autumn tutted. “You’re at twenty one now.”
“I know! It fucking hurt worse than the belt!”
“You now have five more for not addressing me correctly. Twenty six remaining.”
“Shit! Sorry Miss Autumn.”
She rubbed her hand over my cheeks, raised it up and spanked me again.
“Garrr!” I blurted through gritted teeth.
“Twenty seven. We could be here all night pet.”
The hand fell again and I managed to keep silent even though it felt like someone was running a blowtorch over my ass.. Another slap and then another. She hesitated for a second and I realised she was was testing to see if I’d remembered the instructions.
“Thank you for spanking me Miss Autumn,” I said quickly.
She settled into spanking me about every three seconds, nearly always across both my buttocks but every now and then she’d target just one of them. I remembered to say thank you twice more and then thing started to get fuzzy and I lost count. The pain in my rear was roaring constantly but seemed to have plateaued and her hand was keeping it at that level, giving me no respite.
“That was twenty and you forgot to thank me. I’ll have to redo those last five. You had six remaining, now you have eleven.”
“Please don’t Miss Autumn. I mean thank you Miss Autumn. Thank you.”
“Thirteen now for complaining. Do you want more?”
“I kept quiet and endured the remainder of the spanking in silence, thanking her after five and then ten. I thanked her right after the last one too just in case she took that as an opportunity to deliver some more. I could barely feel my butt, it was just one raging pit of flame. My cock had finally gone soft, probably because all the blood had rushed to my butt.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes Miss Autumn. I shouldn’t have rubbed my cock against you. I will respect and worship your body from now on.”
“Good. I hope you do, otherwise you’ll start at forty spanks.”
She ran her hand over my sore backside and down each thigh before slipping between my legs and wrapping her fingers around my ball sack.
“Mmmmm. Swollen and full, just how I like them,” she teased, squeezing with her fingers to make it bulge upwards. “Tell me, how long is it since you last had an orgasm?”
“Two days Miss Autumn.”
“And why is that, pet?”
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