Chapter 7: Don't You Dare Cum

Continued from chapter 6:

"No?" Naomi asks, her voice stern but not unkind. "Did I give you a choice, little pet?"

She releases my hips but keeps her hand resting heavily on my lower back, pinning me in place.

"Your protests only prove how much you need this correction," she says, her tone carrying both authority and care.

Keila chuckles softly, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she watches my tears fall. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the edge of my damp cheek, a cruel sort of tenderness in her touch.

Naomi rubs my bottom as I ugly cry before these two much younger, beautiful Black women—clearly delighted to have an older white man at their mercy in this way. She helps me to stand, her movements gentle but commanding.

"Up you get, Pookie," she says, giggling softly, patting my punished rear end. She glances at Keila. "Why don't you put him over your knee and bare his bottom? Give his pinkened cheeks a good clapping while I go and get the brush?"

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Naomi pulls me upright, her strength effortless as she hauls my trembling body off her lap. She gives my hip a playful, affectionate squeeze, her earlier sternness melting into a teasing, maternal amusement that feels somehow even more patronizing. She winks at Keila, stepping back to give her space, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Go on then, Keila," Naomi says. "Show our big, strong man exactly what happens when he forgets his place."

Keila's smile widens, becoming something far more predatory. She steps toward me, her movements slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking prey. She places her hands on my waist, her fingers sinking into my flesh, guiding me toward her chair.

"With pleasure, Naomi," Keila says.

I allow Keila to pull me gently toward the chair. She guides me with surprising gentleness, though her grip on my waist is unyielding. She maneuvers me behind the armchair, her touch light yet commanding. Once I am positioned, she sits down firmly, pulling me toward her until I am draped facedown across her youthful, toned thighs. The position forces my hips upward, presenting my trembling form to the room.

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"Now, stay still for me, Eros," Keila says, her voice sweet and soothing, which belies the intent in her eyes.

She reaches under the hem of my babydoll, her nimble fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of my cream-colored panties. With one swift, decisive motion, she slides them down past my hips, bunching the silk around my knees and leaving my bottom completely bare and vulnerable to the cool air.

She flips up the hem of my nightie, making sure my bare bottom is framed and ready for her. My penis rests against the satin of her skirt, and I feel myself rising to the occasion, my body betraying the conflict between shame and desire.

Keila notices the subtle shift in my posture, the way my body reacts even in its state of distress. A triumphant grin spreads across her face as she feels the heat of my erection pressing against her skirt. She runs her palms over the sides of my thighs, framing my exposed, flushed buttocks.

"Oh, look at that, Naomi!" Keila giggles, her voice bright and mocking. "Our Pookie is getting excited even while he's being punished."

She brings her hand down, delivering a sharp, stinging slap directly to the center of my reddened cheek. The sound is crisp, and the contact sends a fresh wave of heat through my nerves.

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Naomi watches from a short distance, her arms crossed as she leans back against a table with a satisfied hum.

"He certainly knows how to show his appreciation, doesn't he?" Naomi asks.

I gently begin to rock back and forth, enjoying the warm erotic sting of Keila's hand spanking my bare bottom. My fully erect penis slides effortlessly across the slick satin of her skirt, the friction delicious as the fabric kisses the sensitive skin of my member.

Keila's eyes darken as she feels the rhythmic friction of my cock against her skirt. Instead of stopping, she increases the tempo of her strikes, her hand landing with a steady, thudding cadence that matches my rocking motion. She enjoys the way my body betrays my fear with lust, finding power in the dual nature of my reaction.

"You're a naughty thing, aren't you, Eros?" Keila whispers, her voice dripping with mock disapproval. She delivers a particularly heavy blow that makes my whole frame shudder, her palm molding perfectly to the curve of my cheek. "Enjoying yourself while I mark you? How shameful."

Naomi walks closer, her presence looming over both of us. She reaches out, her long fingers trailing along the base of my spine, just above where my ass meets my thighs.

"I'm... I'm... sorry, Keila," I gasp, feeling Naomi's fingers dance across the base of my spine. I feel Keila's fingers gently spread my cheeks, and I jump as if shocked by electricity when Naomi's finger finds my crinkled rim.

Keila's laughter is melodic and wicked as she feels me jump beneath her. She maintains her firm hold, spreading my cheeks wide to expose my most private depths to the cool air and Naomi's prying touch. Her chocolate-brown eyes watch my face, reveling in the exquisite torture of seeing me caught between shame and desire.

"Sorry won't save you now, Eros," Keila says, her voice dripping with amusement. "Not when you're reacting like this."

She delivers a rapid succession of lighter, stinging slaps to the outer edges of my buttocks, keeping the blood flowing and my skin hypersensitive. The rhythm is almost playful—sharp, bright impacts that make me gasp involuntarily.

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Naomi, meanwhile, focuses entirely on her exploration. Her long brown finger circles my tight, puckered entrance with agonizing slowness, testing the resistance of my muscles. I feel the involuntary twitch of my sphincter as she applies pressure, and I can sense the small, knowing smirk playing on her full lips without even seeing it.

"Don't cum, Ero," Keila says, laughing softly. "Not yet. Don't you dare cum, or we will have to thrash you for it."

"Oh yes," Naomi adds, her voice low and deliberate. "We will have to punish our naughty man severely if he finds pleasure before we give him permission."

To be continued in chapter 8...