A great seat

You don't even quite realize but somehow the hour passes in a flash. Somewhere, deep in the depths of your mind, this was what you wanted, what you craved when you couldn't resist ogling Miss Locke despite her being nearer the age of fifty and you being so much younger.

You lose yourself in the sensation of feeling the weight of Miss Locke on your back, you adjust yourself to be the best seat you can be. The spankings seems less a punishment and more a reward, becoming something you crave, need and want.

From the sadistic chuckles of Miss Locke it seems she can feel your submission deepening and being less and less ****. Miss Locke is transforming in your mind from Miss Locke to Mistress Locke..

All good things end and when Miss Locke rises from your back with a final slap on your ass. Yet you find yourself oddly disappointed. However you focus quickly when Miss Locke clears her throat, commanding your attention.

"Well boy, it seems you have a natural talent for being my seat."

Miss Locke grabs a firm grip of your hair and drags you to your feet, smiling sadistically as she notices your cock dripping and throbbing with your heartbeat.

"Oh my slut boy, you do have a natural talent for this, don't you?"

Miss Locke grabs a firm hold of your balls and squeezes firmly while still maintaining her grip on your hair, forcing you to meet her eyes. You moan as the agonizing yet pleasureful sensation grips you. Your cock throbs even faster and you begin to lose yourself and your self control.

"I said I would reward you my slut.. come for me now!"

Your world explodes in pain and pleasure as Miss Locke forcefully releases your balls and raise her knee to crush your balls against your pubic bone. Somehow you remind standing in the the grip of Miss Locke while you have the most intense orgasm of your young life.

"Well, well. It seems you made a pretty big mess slut, best clean it up.."

Miss Locke forces you back on your knees while you are still disoriented and living through your high. With the guidance of Miss Locke you clean up every inch of your salty cum. Finally Miss Locke drags you back up and give you sadistic smile.

"Good slut, now, I believe you have a date you don't want to miss."

"Make sure they plough you nicely, I have big plans for that boypussy of yours."

You stammer out an agreement, still in the throes of submission.

"Yes, Miss Locke. I will, Miss Locke."

Miss Locke smiles at you, almost gently.

"You look thirsty, boy. You should have a drink before you go."

As you open your mouth to reply, Miss Locke grabs your jaw, forces it opens and spit in your mouth. As you by instinct swallow the fluid Miss Locke gives you a firm slap to your cheek.

"Now get your clothes and go, better hurry up slut. Clock is ticking."

Without thinking you jump to obey, getting your clothes and as you still savor Miss Lockes spit you rush to the park. Behind you can hear Miss Lockes sadistic laughter and you think you hear something more.

"You're mine now boy!"