Miss Trickett's lesson

Bent over in the stocks in front of all her laughing staff, stark naked, tits swaying as she wriggled against the wooden planks that held her, Miss Trickett seethed and fumed as countless escape plans ran through her head. None of them were any good. She was stuck fast, caught by both the magic of Ben's X-Ray Spex and by the medieval punishment device that the clowns had wheeled out just for her.

She felt his hand on her bottom, stroking, soothing, then suddenly stinging as it came down in another angry slap. She howled in pain as the mocking laughter of her underlings rang in her ears, the lights of the carnival mercilessly illuminating every tiny detail of her torment. Ben pinched her bottom, and said "Naughty girl."

Then he let his hand slip between her legs, fingertips lightly brushing her labia, teasing, gently tracing the contours of her lower lips. She gasped as the heat in her seat mingled with the fire between her thighs, merging into a blazing tense continuum of pleasure and pain, completely unable to hide the fact that her pussy was soaking wet.

"I'll ask you one more time," said Ben, as a troupe of incredibly sexy lady acrobats in harlequin costumes cheered him on. "What was that about my dick?"

"You don't even know how to use it..."

"Wrong," said Ben, and Trickett's lips parted in an indecent moan as she felt his cock slide inside her, filling her up. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look directly into the eyes of the cheering, gawking carnival crowd as he began to fuck her. She groaned and bucked her hips as he slapped her ass again, unable to resist the shivers of pleasure that each thrust of his cock sent through her body as the clowns wolf-whistled and the harlequins chanted Ben's name.

She came four times before he did. That was carnival magic at work.