captionedgoddess:..an intimate moment An Intimate Moment“Does this bother you a little, Lauren
captionedgoddess:..an intimate moment An Intimate Moment“Does this bother you a little, Lauren?” Emily asked as she unceremoniously pulled my cheeks apart.“Yes, ma’am,” I admitted, trying to limit my squirming, “Quite a lot, actually.” I hoped that switching to ‘ma’am’ would let her know that I intended to obey her completely. Emily was well aware how shy I was, and how immediately humiliated I got, over anything involving ‘back there’ (not my buns, my cheeks – the other ‘back there’). “And you know what I’m going to do, back at the room?” she asked.“I think so, ma’am, yes…”“And I think you’re right.” Just as unceremoniously she placed her fingertip right there – as I squirmed (couldn’t help it!) I couldn’t look around to see if there was anyone to watch – I was pretty sure there wasn’t (though I would have liked to check!).“And are we going to have a problem with that?” she asked and I felt her thumb (the thumb of her other hand) graze me as the finger edged inside (!!!).I had already thought about this. Usually she only tongues me there after a bath, when I feel completely clean (though I’m still ashamed from the start, and by any pleasure I experience). “No, ma’am,” I assured her. After all, (though it’s gross to think about) extended swimming without bottoms ought to have me as clean as a bath… and I showered before I came out…“That’s good,” she says. It feels like she’s trying to open me up and I can tell from her voice that she’s ‘sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong’. I try not to resist, not clench… (it’s hard!). “I can’t very well beat you… you’d have to wear tights all weekend and we don’t want that, do we?”“No,” I shiver. When she wants me to tongue her… like that… she always ‘motivates’ me extensively and it leaves marks and bruises for days…“And my other options seem rather harsh…”Oh, they’re harsh all right… pinches in extremely sensitive places (and not just a nip or two!), mostly, or nipple clamps (tight and twisted)…“But we won’t need those, will we, Lauren?” In a moment her finger is going to be up my bottom, in public, cheeks spread, right under her nose…“Ahhh… whatever you think, ma’am.”“Oh? Well then maybe we should…”To be honest, the threat has my front side responding… why? I know I hate it…“Will you be needing the hairbrush? When we get home, of course,” she asks. I have often asked to be spanked over my embarrassment of doing things like this… at least, when she does them to me. I speak my thought out loud, despite knowing where it might lead… “If you keep going like that, ma’am… then that would be good, yes, I’m afraid.”It’s still just the tip (trying to get inside), with another fingertip circling…“Double?” she asks (the usual, for this).“Please, ma’am,” I reply. (What does that even mean? Yes? No?)“We’ll see,” is all she says as she continues to tease…***Towel around my waist we go to the room… on the bed on my back, she lifts my legs… cheeks spread, the rudest of postures, right in her face… she begins to lick… Starts to use her fingers, higher up (clean from the pool, I tell myself)… she wants me to climax from this (!)… while I blush and squirm, cover my face… hoping to pretend that it isn’t happening… will she punish me if I do? God knows she should! Oh no – these thoughts have me sopping… and she knows, she can’t miss it… Oh, God… -- source link