Sam gets a thorough spanking

"I'm sorry, Ms Black!" Sam stammers. He tries to lean back towards your aching cock, his mouth open wide and desperation in his eyes, but your hand in his hair holds him back, despite the simmering temptation to just shove his face down your shaft and fuck his tight throat hard. The silly boy needs to learn he even pleases you only on your terms. You don't intend to offer him even a sliver of control in what happens to him when you're together like this. "Please...just give me another chance!" His wet, blue eyes flicker to your face, filled with longing. "I'll do it right next time!"

"Yes you will, little slut, I'll make sure of that." You growl. "But first, you need to be punished. Both for disobeying me and touching that pathetic thing between your legs and now for being such a terrible cock-sucker. Not a good start. It seems I'm going to have to be rather hard on you." His pretty face falls, and you feel the urge to cheer him up. Holding him up by the hair with one hand, you reach down and slap him gently across the cheek. A hoarse little moan escapes his lips, his pale cheeks flushing even pinker. "Do you know what happens to naughty little sissies like you?" You ask with a hungry smirk. Sam shakes his head, but the way he squirms and gasps for air on his knees in front of you suggests he's very eager to find out. "They get taken over the knee of the women who own them and have their naughty, bare bottoms spanked good and hard."

Sam lets out a noise that's somewhere between a whimper and a moan. You watch with amusement as his pretty face flickers between nervousness and longing anticipation, his large, blue eyes swimming with desire at the prospect of firm, thorough discipline from the woman he adores. Letting his hair go, you buck off the couch and pull your underwear back up over your straining erection, then button up your jeans, ignoring his gasp of disappointment as your aching cock is hidden from him once again. As this is the first of many punishments you're intending to give your new toy, having him naked while you're fully clothed represents a rather nice starting point. Leaning back on the couch, you give him a hard, expectant look and firmly pat your knee. He stands on trembling legs, his tiny dickie twitching with longing and dribbling a few pathetic drops of pre-cum as he stumbles over to you.

Spanking boys is something you've always very much enjoyed. There's nothing quite like the intimate power rush of taking a boy over your knee, his naked butt bared to your punishing hand. It took a lot of cajoling and prodding to ever get your stubborn ex in such a position, but the best sex you ever had was always after you found some kinky excuse to punish him despite his protests. Now though, your newest toy is eager and willing, trembling with anticipation as he lies himself down over your lap, bare and ****, his slight weight resting on your muscled thighs. It's a position you're going to make sure he finds himself in rather a lot so long as he's yours to play with.

You take a moment to admire the sight of his naked body laid out for you. It's still kind of hard to believe he's a boy from this angle, with that tiny, stiff dickie of his rubbing against your leg. The way his slender waist curves out to his hips, the smooth softness of his pale flesh as you run a possessive hand down his back, and finally the plump mounds of his bare bottom, all so very girly. He moans and shivers as you give each round cheek a few firm pats, watching how his pale flesh quivers and bounces enticingly under your palm. Your swollen cock throbs and aches with desire at the delicious sight. Ever since you started fantasizing about Sam, you've dreamed of having him in this position, like a naughty schoolgirl over the headteacher's lap. Now you do, you intend to take full advantage.

Purring with lust, you raise your hand, then bring it down hard across your new toy's plump buttocks. His shrill squeal sounds rather shocked. You guess he thought you were going to go easy on him or something. The thought makes you smirk wolfishly as you draw your hand back and slap him again, on the other side this time. Pausing a moment, you watch with amusement as his pale, quivering flesh prickles up into a delightful pink welt the shape of your hand across the center of each trembling buttock. Shivering with lust, you continue. Your palm rises and falls in a slow, even rhythm, switching from cheek to cheek, those plump, soft mounds bouncing and jiggling under each hard spank. Soon your living room is filled with the delightful sounds of a naughty boy getting what's coming to him, the sharp cracks of palm on flesh, Sam's whimpers and squeals as his lovely bottom is thoroughly smacked, and your own hot pants of lust. Your cock is like an aching rod of iron against your leg, begging to be shoved into one of his soft, tender holes, but you don't intend to pause and satisfy yourself just yet, not when giving this boy his spanking feels so very good.

"Oh, Ms. Black!" Sam gasps out suddenly between helpless squeals and whimpers. "Oh...I'm sorry...I'm really sorry!" He's squirming and bucking against your thigh, his legs twitching on the couch. You think he's just struggling with a sore butt, but suddenly his moans take on a rather frantic note, his hips thrusting and quivering helplessly as your hand cracks across his clenching buttocks. Just as you realize he's rubbing his stiff little dickie on your jeans, something warm and sticky spills across your leg, a few pathetic dribbles soaking through your jeans. You pause, hand still hovering in the air above his trembling butt. Did he just cum...from a spanking? Your lips curl into a cold smirk. Was he enjoying his punishment that much? Well, you'll just have to be even harder on him then.

"You naughty little sissy! Did I say you could cum?" You snarl, emphasizing each word with another hard smack across his already glowing buttocks. "Well?"

"No, Ms. Black!" He squeals, writhing helplessly across your lap. "Oh please, I couldn't help it!" You ignore the whimpering and continue to thoroughly tan his adorable bottom, your hand bouncing off his quivering cheeks. With his desire newly spent over your jeans, the poor boy feels each smack all the harder. His squeals and sobs grow shriller, the kicking of his flailing legs even more **** as he struggles with the pain of a very sore butt that you just keep smacking. You don't intend for him to be sitting comfortably for a while now he's been naughty enough to actually cum on your leg. Your hand arcs down before cracking across each plump cheek in turn, sending ripples through his tender flesh. His hips wriggle and buck, but your hand on his back keeps him firmly pinned in place for a long, thorough spanking that leaves every inch of his wobbling butt a lovely shade of red.

Finally, you pause, panting hot with simmering lust. Sam is slumped over your lap, sniffling and whimpering. His legs feebly twitch behind him, his body limp and helpless across your thighs. Your hand rubs over his sore butt, cupping and squeezing each soft cheek in turn. Under your possessive palm, his smooth skin glows with heat. You shudder with desire, your aching cock throbbing underneath his twitching body. Doing as you please with him just feels so good you think you're going to be addicted soon. His soft sniffles and sobs fill your ears, the sweet sound of a freshly-spanked and very sorry boy sending warm tingles through your needy body. As delightful as it all feels, it's also a welcome reminder that you'd really better make sure he's still okay with what you're doing to him before you take this even further.

"Oh dear, Sammie." You purr, gently rubbing at a few of the sorer spots. "Was that all too much for you? I've hardly even started with you, so if you want off I'll give you a chance. Just say the word now and I'll let you loose, no more contract. You don't have to belong to me any more." The whimper he lets out at that sounds more miserable than any of the adorable noises he made during his spanking.

"N...no! Please don't!" He stammers out between hoarse sniffles. "I still...this is what I want, Ms. Black." His voice trembles, but even through the sobs there's a strength to his words that rather surprises you.

"Are you sure?" You ask, leaning over his body. Your hand gently strokes along his shivering back, your voice as soft and undemanding as you can make it now. "I know you said you wanted this, but this is what it's going to be like for you if you keep telling me I can do what I please."

"Yes, I'm sure." The boy gasps. "I want to be yours, and...I promise, I really like how mean you're being." You chuckle roughly at that, his own soft giggle joining your laughter. "I'm serious about this, Ms. Black." He continues, raising his head from the couch. There's a wet patch under his face where his tears have stained the couch, but he sounds rather happy through the sniffles as he continues. "This...is like a fantasy to me, only it's real and it's with you so it's so much better. Just do what you want with me, please...whatever you want."

"Good boy, Sammie." You smirk, giving his sore rump one last tender rub. He whimpers with delight at your praise, wriggling on your lap as you soothe his poor butt with the same hand that left it so red and hot. "Well then." With a firm shove, you push him off your lap. The boy lands in a heap on the floor, before hurriedly squirming back up to kneel between your spread legs. His pretty face is streaked with tears, his body trembling, but as he stares up at you there's only willing, eager submission in his glistening, blue eyes. "You'd better clean up that naughty mess you made on my jeans. With your tongue." He pauses, glancing at the few pearly drops his dickie dribbled on your thigh. While he's eagerly drunk down every drop of cum you've fed him, there's a definite **** on his face as he leans down and sticks out his tongue to lick up his own. Well, it isn't any fun if he enjoys everything you make him do. "We're going to have to do something about that little dickie of yours, Sammie." You growl roughly, as he laps away at your leg, his busy tongue hurriedly cleaning up each drop of watery cum. "You're here for my pleasure, not your own, okay? I don't want you cumming like that again without my permission."

"I'm...really sorry, Ms. Black." He whimpers, sounding genuinely upset. "I just...it hurt a lot, but...it also felt really good. I couldn't...stop myself."

"Don't worry your silly little head about it." You pat him firmly. "I'll find a way to make sure you're kept firmly under control. For now though." You reach down and grab his chin, lifting his pretty face up from your thigh. His wet, blue eyes meet your hungry gaze, your aching cock straining in your trousers as you stare down at your new toy. "I'm taking you through to my bed, it's time for you to learn how to please me."