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#192 · Edited by: begging
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I lay on the hotel sofa bed in my pyjamas patiently waiting for Sophie to emerge from her bedroom. I was not allowed to get up on my own, and always had to wait in bed till she was up, and being a teenager, she liked her holidays *****!
At last her bedroom door opened, her bare feet padding on the tiled floor and she strolled into the living room. My eyes burned into her gorgeous body lustfully. Her hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, obviously to keep it from her face as she lay in the sun by the pool, but it gave her the look of a true stern dominant female. The only other thing she wore was a skimpy silver bikini, which did little to cover her perfect youthful toned flesh. I tried to fight it, but I felt my erection grow, thankfully hidden under the bed sheets.
Her eyes locked on mine for a moment, her face showing off her new found confidence, and arrogance. There was no question in her young mind now, that she had this adult male at her beck and call. Someone she could control, and humiliate. Her play thing. To someone so young, who had been used to following adults rules, to suddenly have the upper hand, total control over an adult male, well, I could only imagine the power that made her feel.
I averted her gaze. She walked across the room and picked up a tub of suntan lotion.
"We had good night out last night," she said, walking back in front of me. "You wife and Chris make a real nice couple," her lip curled into a cruel smile. "His hands were all over her on the dance floor. Bet you wish you could have seen, but the hotel dance hall is for adults only...." Her voice trailed off, and her smile broadened at the obvious implication that I was not considered to be an adult. "I bet Chris gave her a right pounding back in the hotel room later on."
My erection grew even more at the thought of Chris fucking Julie. Fucking my wife. Fucking his woman now.
"Dose that excites you?" she asked, tilting her head. "Thinking about a real man taking your wife, looking into her eyes as she comes on his cock? A bigger, better man taking your wife for his own? How could you let it happen? How can you just stand by and let another man take you wife from you? And all you can do is get excited by it all?" a small frown creased her otherwise perfectly smooth forehead. "What kind of person allows that to happen? Allows a sixteen year old girl to dominate and humiliate him?"
Her cutting humiliating words only feed the fire of my rampant cock, my cheeks blush with both excitement and ***********. I want to grab my erection, play with it, but of course, I dare not touch it with this girl's permission.
"Get out of bed and take off you pyjamas," she instructs.
I look at her alarmed, but do as she says. Will she be cross when she sees I have an erection in her presence?
Looking from my face to my throbbing cock, to my face again, her expression remains emotionless. "Knell," she says at last. "Why are you so hard?" she asked. "Is it at the thought of Chris fucking with your wife? Or is seeing me standing here in my skimpy bikini?"
I swallow hard, my mouth dry, but do not answer.
"I bet you want to show him don`t you Cuckie? Show Chris that you are a real man? I bet you want to push me onto the bed, pull my bikini bottoms to one side and slide you cock into me, ripping my bikini top off to get hold of my tits. Biting my nipples. Making me cry out as I cum on your cock?"
My cock twitches, and she lets out a little laugh. "That would show him wouldn't it? He has your wife, but you have the sexy teenage babysitter? Would you like that Cuckie?"
She takes off the top of the suntan cream. "Hold out your hands," she instructs as she pours a blob into my palms. "Would you like to rub suntan cream into my soft smooth skin?" she asked in a husky sexy voice.
I nod my heart pounding.
A raised eyebrow. "Pardon?"
"Please, Miss Hawley. Please may I have the honour of rubbing suntan cream onto your beautiful body?"
"Hmmm, not a very manly way to ask is it?" she mocks me, taking a step closer. My eyes are level with her belly button now, only inches from my face. "Would you like to touch?" she inquires.
"Oh God, yes please," I whimper.
Her hand strikes my face, making me jump and cry out. "You dirty old pervert!" She hisses. "Wanting to feel up a young teenager! How disgusting!" She steps back from me, and laughs at my startled expression.
Pouring some cream into her own hands she looks back into my eyes. "I will rub my own cream in thank you very much. However, you may play with yourself and watch, but don`t you dare cum, and don't you dare stop till I give you permission! Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss Hawley," I whimper.
As she stands before me slowly rubbing lotion into her smooth firm thighs, I begin to play with myself, the lotion she had put in my hands adding to the enjoyable sensation. My breathing quickens, and I feel my balls begin to tighten, and with alarm I realise that I will not hold out from ejaculating for much longer.
Her hands are on her chest now, her flesh glistening with the lotion. She smiles at me. "Enjoying yourself?"
With my pulse racing, I nod, but in truth I am not any longer. I need to cum so badly, but know I must not. And not being allowed to stop is *******, it is no longer a joy, but frustrating, trying to stop myself from shooting my load at her bare feet. I slow down as much as a dare, without actually stopping. But even that is becoming too much.
"Want to cum?" She asks, her body looking even more beautiful now it has its glistening shine.
"Yes please, Miss Hawley," I beg.
"You may cum, but it will cost you 100 lashes of your belt later this evening. Or you may stop now."
I moan with frustration. The pleasure of coming now would be ecstatic, shooting at her feet, and humiliating myself by licking it up, but would it really be worth a 100 lashes of my belt later? Miss Hawley was no amateur with the belt any longer.
Gritting my teeth, I drop my hand to my side, leaving my purple cock throbbing for her amusement on its own.
"Good decision," she tells me. "Now you will only have to suffer 50 lashes tonight."
"50," I exclaim.
She nods. "Yes, you're a very naughty little boy, lusting after your baby sitting, fantasising about fucking her like a real man, wanting to rub suntan cream onto her,"
I open my mouth to protest, but think better of it. Don`t want her adding more to my punishment.
Walking over to the table she returns with a pad of paper and pen. "Now, whilst I am down the pool with Julie and Chris, enjoying the sun Want you to write some line for me. I want you to write `I must not lust after my babysitter. ` I want the lines to be neat and clear. I expect at least 10 pages, which will be a 1000 line by the time I return. However, if you reach that before I return I expect you to carry on till I do return. Understand?"
"Yes Miss Hawley," I say defeated, taking the pen and pad from her.
"Better get started then," she says, tucking a beach towel under her arm. "This is a great holiday you are paying for by the way," she smiles at me over her shoulder as she leaves the hotel room, leaving me on my knees with a throbbing erection I am not allowed to touch, and 1000 lines to write......
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