Chapter 11: Let's Get You Dolled Up

Continued from chapter 10:

Turning on her heel, she saunters to my mother's lingerie drawer, rifling through the contents with a critical eye.

After a moment, she selects up a pair of shiny satin red panties with full coverage, complete with black lace trim and black polka dots, holding them up with a wicked grin.

“What do you think, Ero? I'm thinking these for you…”

She giggles.

“These should do nicely, don't you think? Now, be a good boy and present yourself to me.”

I swallow and quickly pull out a pair of bold yellow satin panties with matching lace trim and bows.

“And these, these are for you, Vivienne. Put them on, and then panty me up. I'm ready to see what a panty spanking feels like, my love.”

Chapter 11:

Her eyes widen appreciatively as I present the bold yellow satin panties, a delighted laugh bubbling up from her throat. Vivienne takes the offered garment, running the silky fabric through her fingers admiringly.

“My my, aren't you full of surprises,” she coos, setting them down, and holding the red panties up to my waistband with a critical eye.

“These will look absolutely sinful on you, Ero. A perfect canvas for me to work with.”

Sashaying over to the bed, she hikes up her skirt, and slips on the yellow satin panties, smoothing them over her curves with a satisfied hum. The vibrant color contrasts stunningly with her porcelain skin and makes her legs look a mile long.

She lets her skirt fall with a flutter, and they disappear from sight.

“There, now I'm ready to mark you as mine,” she declares, picking up the red panties.

My excitement rockets as she approaches, grinning, ready to feminize me.

Vivienne stalks toward me, her hips swaying hypnotically, the red panties dangling from her fingertips. Her eyes rake hungrily over my body, zeroing in on my straining erection. She licks her lips slowly, deliberately.

“Mmm, looks like someone's excited,” she purrs, circling behind me.

“Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you. Gonna make this a spanking you'll never forget.”

Vivienne presses herself against my back, her warm breath ghosting over my ear as she reaches around to stroke me teasingly.

“First things first… let's get you dolled up, shall we?”

Deftly, she slides the lacy red panties up my legs, the cool satin a shocking contrast to my heated skin.

Our roles are now reversed. She is dressed for power, an incredibly cute and innocent schoolgirl, ready to spank the naughty boy who has landed himself in detention, dressed in a pair of red satin panties to further his humiliation.

I am having the night of all nights. I have spanked Vivienne Delacourt and made her orgasm, and now I am naked except for a pair of satin panties, my cock throbbing and impossibly hard, as I lay face down over her lap.

She runs her palm possessively over the curve of my ass, relishing the way the satin yields beneath her touch. Leaning down, she murmurs in my ear, her hot breath fanning over my skin.

“That's it, baby. Such a good boy for me already,” she praises silkily, giving my rear a firm squeeze.

“Now, let's see how many spanks it takes to make you squirm and beg so sweetly for me, hmm?”

The first smack lands with a resounding crack, the sting blooming deliciously across my sensitive flesh. Vivienne sets a steady rhythm, alternating cheeks, each blow precise and purposeful. She varies the intensity, sometimes delivering a stinging slap, other times rubbing soothing circles over the abused skin.

Vivienne Delacourt is spanking me. The crisp spanks as they land on the seat of my panties do nothing to diminish my arousal. I begin to squirm and grind against her naked thighs, her skirt riding up with my every movement.

She giggles wickedly, watching me writhe and grind against her thighs. Increasing the **** and speed of her spanks, she is determined to push me to the brink.

“Oh my, what a needy little thing you are,” she taunts breathlessly between smacks.

“Humping my leg like a dog in heat, all **** and wanton.”

She punctuates her words with particularly sharp blows, reveling in the way my body jerks and twitches with each impact.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you love this, how much you crave my touch. I want to hear those pretty pleas falling from your lips. Beg for it like you mean it!”

“Oh Vivienne! I can't believe how good this feels. My bottom was made for your hand. Please spank me. I've been such a bad boy. A naughty boy. A panty boy. Please spank me, Vivienne.”

Throwing her head back with a throaty moan, Vivienne spanks me harder and faster, drunk on the power and my **** pleas. The obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, punctuated by my whimpers and gasps.

“Yes, yes, YES! That's what I wanted to hear,” she hisses triumphantly, grinding her own arousal against my thigh.

“Such a perfect little panty boy, so eager for my discipline. I'm going to redden this ass until you can't sit comfortably for days. Until every step reminds you who you belong to.”

True to her word, Vivienne rains down a flurry of vicious spanks, the satin providing delicious friction against my burning skin. She pauses only to hook a finger in the waistband and snap it sharply against my flesh.

“Count them out for me, Ero.”

She spanks, and I count. The satin rubbing my cock as I slide back and forth across her lap is driving me wild.

“Vivienne! Oh, Vivvy! Vivienne! It feels so good. I can't hold it in. Vivienne, please... Vivvy I think I'm going to…”

Her eyes flash with sadistic glee as she hears the desperation creeping into my voice, feels my body tensing and trembling on the verge of release. Vivienne doubles her efforts, spanking me with ruthless precision directly on my sit spots and perineum.

“That's it, baby, let it happen,” she urges darkly, reaching down to rub my aching cock through the drenched satin.

“Cum for me like the obedient little slut you are. Paint these pretty panties with your release. Do it NOW!”

I scream with delight as I erupt into creamy white pops of pleasure, spurt after spurt of my orgasm, so intense it hurts, explodes from my tip and floods the front of my panties.

Vivienne shrieks with victory, her face wide and triumphant as she spanks me in time with each spasm of pleasure, feeling the warm wetness smearing her thighs as I let go. She talks me through it, spanking me to the end, teasing me, scolding me, owning me.

Panting heavily, Vivienne continues to spank me through the aftershocks, drawing out my pleasure until I’m reduced to a boneless, babbling mess. She grinds the heel of her palm against my spent cock, working the last drops of cum into the saturated satin.

“Mmm, yes, that's my good boy,” she croons, voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

“Look at the mess you've made, cumming so hard just from my hand. I've never seen anything so deliciously humiliating.”

To be continued in chapter 12...