her touch

Once I had showered and shaved, I looked at my naked body in the steamy bathroom mirror. I had done a good job with the shave. It helped that I wasn’t blessed with much body hair to begin with, so there wasn’t a whole lot to remove.

Kneeling on the floor, I slid the plug into myself. It was harder than usual without any lube, so I used plenty of spit. With the plug finally in, I stood up and walked back to my room. Every step made it shift inside me; the sensation was strange and arousing all at once. The thought of standing in front of Loona again in just a moment made my semi-hard cock stiffen even more. I probably should have jerked off in the shower after all.

Loona was still sitting on my bed, though her hair was tousled now. She looked up, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.

"Ah, there you are. Come here. I want to see if you did a good job."

She ran her hand over my freshly shaved skin.

"Good. I like that."

She smiled at me, and my heart missed a beat. I would do anything for that smile.

"Now get on your knees. Ass up, face and hands flat on the floor."

I scrambled to obey her command.

"What are you planning?" I asked, my face pressed against the floorboards.

I heard her get off the bed and walk toward me. A metallic clinking—that had to be her belt buckle. My mouth went dry. A hand touched my ass, stroking gently across my cheek until a finger reached the plug, sending goosebumps down my skin. Loona pressed lightly against it, and my cock turned rock-hard instantly.

She took a step back. I heard a whoosh of air, and then pain. I flinched hard as Loona's belt struck my ass with full force.

"Fuck!" I gasped, glancing back over my shoulder at her. "What was that for?"

"Face on the floor, I said!"

Her voice was razor-sharp, her eyes flashing.

"You forgot to address me as Mistress. That was rule number one, so let me show you right away what happens when you forget."

Damn it, she was right. What a great start. With effort, I tore my eyes away from her and pressed my forehead back into the floorboards.

"Now repeat after me: I submit myself to you, Loona. I am your little perverted slut. I’m not worth the dirt beneath your feet. Please beat me, because I don’t deserve anything else. Your turn. Go on, repeat it word for word."

Before her voice had even faded, her belt cracked across my ass again, making me flinch. As if in a trance, I began reciting her words. After every sentence, the belt whistled through the air again and struck home. My ass was burning by now; red welts had surely formed where the leather lashed my skin.

When I finished, the blows stopped. Still, I didn't dare move, terrified of doing something wrong again. I heard the bed creak, and then I felt her bare feet resting on my ass. Her big toe pressed against the plug.

"I hope you had fun today. It certainly looked like it. I’m sorry you almost got caught, though."

Her voice sounded sincere, but it felt as if she were smiling as she spoke. My thoughts raced, pulling me right back to the school bathroom—sprinting frantic and naked across the floor toward the stall. My cock grew even harder, and I felt a bead of pre-cum forming.

"Seems like everything went well in the end, though. Now, I won’t keep you from your duties any longer."

With that, she stood up, shifting her weight forward and digging her toe deep against the plug in my ass. She ran a hand over my rear, lingering at the base of the plug.

"So tell me if you liked it. After all, I want you to have fun with this too."

She gave the plug a tug, pulling it almost all the way out before shoving it back in.

I cleared my throat, keeping my face pressed against the floor.

"Yes. I had fun."

"Did you find it arousing today? Did my little boy have a sexy day, hmm? Did it make you hot being my puppet?"

Her pace picked up; she was practically fucking me with the plug now. The drop of pre-cum that had gathered on the tip of my cock dripped onto the floor.

"Yes, I did, Mistress. Thank you."

"Good boy. You may lie back and jerk off, John. I want to watch, but your eyes stay glued straight ahead at the wall, understand?"

With those words, she shoved the plug firmly into my ass and let go. I heard her settle onto my bed. I didn't need to be told twice; the situation was still utterly insane, thrilling, and humiliating all at once. Nobody had ever hit me before, let alone whipped my ass with a belt. But I had jerked off to that exact fantasy countless times—and now it was actually happening, and with Loona, my hot stepsister, no less.

I swallowed hard and pushed myself up. My ass stung with every shift of my skin, but the pain was manageable. My right hand wrapped around my shaft, and I began to stroke.

"Not too fast, little one. I don't want you blowing your load right away. So hold off on cumming until I give you permission, understand?"

Her voice sounded arrogant and teasing at the same time. I nodded and slowed the rhythm of my strokes.

*Whack.*

Pain flared across my back as her belt landed across it.

"I can't hear you, little two-pump chump."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress," I stammered.

"Good boy."

I heard the click of her nails tapping on a phone screen.

"By the way, I was texting Timo. From your phone, that is. He's a really attractive guy, you know."

A pang of jealousy shot through me, but immediately my thoughts spun out of control, picturing her meeting up with Timo. Her body pressed close to his. His large hands gripping her tight ass, pulling her against him.

*Fuck, what am I doing right now? Pull yourself together, man. She’s here with you, not with Timo.*

Another drop of pre-cum welled up, and I couldn't hold back a low groan. Loona let out a quiet laugh. It sounded bright, pleased, genuine, and faintly mocking. She was so damn sexy; I wanted to look at her so badly. To see her lips part into that laugh. My mouth went dry.

"Timo thinks you fucked me, little one. I confirmed it for him and sent him a few hot pictures of myself. From your WhatsApp, of course. You're very welcome, my little quick-shot."

My mind completely spun out. She had sent Timo pictures of herself and told him we had sex. My heart was pounding frantically, like I was in the middle of a marathon.

"I'm almost there," I managed, slowing my hand down even further.

I heard the bed creak again, and then her right hand wrapped around my cock, taking over the strokes. Her grip was tight; her slender fingers clearly knew exactly what they were doing. It felt divine. Her hair brushed against my back as she leaned forward, her lips hovering right next to my ear.

"Cum for me, John. Surrender to me!"

Her other hand pushed against the plug from behind, and my seed shot in a high arc across the hardwood floor. Loona's hand kept working, milking every last drop from my relentlessly twitching shaft.