the penalty for a prohibited act

Anna lay completely overcome on the lounger, her legs spread wide, her freshly trimmed bush glistening with wetness. The suction cup pulsed relentlessly against her swollen clitoris – sucking, licking, almost like a real, warm tongue. Jamal knelt naked between her thighs, his three thick fingers fucking her deep and hard, repeatedly thrusting against her G-spot. His huge, black cock stood straight up, thick veins pulsing, the glans already glistening with precum.

“Oh God… oh fuck… I’m coming… I’m coming again!” Anna screamed loudly. Her body tensed, her heavy tits jiggled wildly, her plump arse lifted off the lounger. The orgasm hit her like a wave – fierce, deep, overwhelming. Her cunt clenched spasmodically around Jamal’s fingers, and she squirted again, a powerful, long gush of clear fluid shooting out and splashing over his hand and forearm.

In the midst of this climax, completely out of control, it happened.

Anna reached down with her right hand, grasped Jamal’s thick, hard black cock and squeezed. Her fingers closed tightly around the hot, throbbing shaft, as if she wanted to feel him inside her immediately.

Jamal froze instantly. He jerked his fingers out of her dripping cunt, stood up and took a step back. His cock slipped out of her hand.

“No. That’s not on,” he said calmly but firmly.

At that very moment, Leonie returned to the relaxation room. She had seen everything through the hidden camera. Her face was suddenly stern; the professional warmth had vanished.

“Mrs Berger!” she hissed sharply. “What on earth was that just now?!”

Anna was still lying there, twitching, the suction cup still on her clit, her body glowing with shame and the afterglow of orgasm. Reality hit her like a blow. She turned ashen, then bright red.

“I… I… I’m so sorry!” she stammered in panic, sitting up hastily and pulling the towel over her bare breasts. “I don’t know what came over me… I was just so… so horny… please, I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to… I lost control…”

Leonie crossed her arms; her voice was cold and authoritative.

“That is strictly forbidden here. No guest touches the therapists. Ever. Normally, that’s grounds for immediate expulsion. You’d never get an appointment here again.”

Anna covered her face with her hands, tears of shame welling up in her eyes.

“Please… please don’t! I’m so sorry, Leonie… Jamal… it was a mistake, a huge mistake. I swear it’ll never happen again. Please… I need this… I can’t go on without it…”

Leonie was silent for a moment, then she sighed.

“We have an internal policy here with penalties for such breaches of the rules. For first-time offenders like you, there are five strokes with the paddle on your bare bottom. After that, you must apologise personally to the staff member. The penalties become significantly harsher for repeat offences – some ladies simply don’t learn their lesson or even provoke it on purpose. So… do you agree to the punishment? Or would you rather be expelled?”

Anna trembled. Her plump arse was already tingling at the thought. But the idea of never coming back here again was worse.

“I… I agree,” she whispered in a choked voice. “Please… punish me. Five strokes.”

Leonie nodded with satisfaction and pulled a wide, black leather paddle out of a drawer. It was heavy and flexible.

“Then get on all fours, Mrs Berger. Bump up nice and high.”

Anna obeyed, trembling. She knelt on the couch, her plump, large bum stretched upwards, her heavy tits hanging down, her face flushed with shame.

Leonie took a swing.

Smack!

The first blow landed loud and hard on her right buttock. Anna screamed, her whole body jerking.

Smack! Smack!

Two more blows followed in quick succession, left and right. The skin immediately turned bright red.

“I’m sorry, Jamal… I’m so sorry…,” Anna whimpered with every blow.

Smack! Smack!

The last two blows were the hardest. Anna’s plump arse burned like fire, the marks of the paddle clearly visible. She sobbed quietly, but her cunt was dripping tellingly again.

Leonie put the paddle away.

“Now apologise properly to Jamal.”

Anna was still kneeling on all fours on the lounger, her plump, fiery-red arse held high, the marks of the paddle clearly visible on her large, soft cheeks. Her body glowed with shame, yet her cunt still dripped tellingly onto the lounger.

In a trembling voice, she asked softly: “How… exactly is the apology supposed to go?”

Leonie looked at her sternly. “You’ll have to ask Jamal that. He’s the one affected. He decides how you apologise.”

Anna turned her head towards the naked, muscular black man. Jamal was standing right in front of her, his thick, black cock still half-hard and hanging heavily downwards. He grinned broadly, self-assured, almost a little meanly. Without a word, he raised a hand and pointed first at Anna’s heavy, swaying breasts, then slowly at his cock.

Anna turned as white as a sheet. “That… that’s going far too far!” she blurted out, her voice shrill with shame. “I’m supposed to… use my breasts…?! That’s not an apology, that’s…”

Leonie cut her off coolly: “Those are the rules here, Mrs Berger. The person concerned decides how the apology is made. If you don’t accept that, that’s it for the subscription. Then you’re out.”

Anna swallowed hard. Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes. “But… I don’t want any cum… I’m not on the pill… I can’t risk…”

Leonie laughed softly and stepped up beside Jamal. She reached between his legs with one hand, lifted his heavy scrotum and showed Anna a small, barely visible pale scar in the skin fold beneath.

“Look closely, Mrs Berger. All the men here have had a vasectomy. No sperm. No risk. Just a lovely, intense orgasm – and that’s it. Don’t worry.”

Anna stared at the small scar. Her face turned even redder than her already burning arse. The shame burned hotter than the blows. She opened her mouth, closed it again… and finally nodded almost imperceptibly.

“I… I agree,” she whispered in a choked voice.

Leonie smiled contentedly, pressed a bottle of warm massage oil into Anna’s hand and stroked her cheek briefly once more. “Good. I’ll leave you both alone now. Make it nice for him, Mrs Berger. And remember: this is your apology.”

Then she left the room and quietly closed the door.

Anna knelt down properly, her heavy breasts hanging down heavily. With trembling hands, she poured oil onto her plump breasts until they glistened and dripped. Jamal stepped closer, his cock now fully hard and throbbing again. He placed it between her oily breasts.

Anna cupped her large, soft breasts with both hands, pressed them tightly around his thick black shaft and began to move them slowly up and down. The oil made everything slippery and loud. Jamal groaned softly and thrust his hips forward, fucking her tits with deep, slow strokes. The thick glans kept reappearing between her breasts, glistening with oil.

“Just like that… apologise properly,” he murmured hoarsely.

Anna went faster and faster, kneading her own tits tighter around his cock, her nipples hard as stone. The humiliation and the lust mingled into a burning sensation. Jamal’s breathing quickened, his hips thrusting harder.

Then he came.

With a deep, animalistic groan, he ejaculated – thick, white spurts of hot semen landed in long strands on Anna’s neck, over her tits, onto her cheeks. There was a lot of it. Warm. Sticky. It ran in thick streams down her skin.

Jamal didn’t pull his cock out straight away. Instead, he took his large hands, spread the cum over her tits, massaging it in as if it were a cream. He rubbed it over her hard nipples, over her stomach, deep into her skin. Then he reached deeper – spread her thighs a little and rubbed between her legs too, spreading the cum over her freshly trimmed bush, over her swollen labia and even a little into her still-wet cunt.

Anna was trembling all over, her eyes tightly shut, her face glowing red with shame. Her plump arse was still burning from the blows, her tits were splattered and smeared with his cum.

Jamal took a step back, his cock still glistening.

“Apology accepted, Mrs Berger,” he said calmly. “Hopefully you’ll be better behaved next time.”

Anna just knelt there, covered in cum, oiled and humiliated – and felt her cunt twitch tellingly at the thought of next time.

“Good. Punishment accepted and served. Next time you’ll be clean again – and we’ll wax you completely so you can finally get the tongue you want so badly. But don’t you dare touch a cock again.”

Anna just nodded, her burning arse still thrust up in the air, the shame deep inside her – and at the same time a new, forbidden lust that frightened even her.