How bad can such a punishment and apology get?

A few days later, Leonie’s mobile rang. It was Anna. Her voice was quiet and uncertain.

“Hello, Leonie… I wanted to ask… well… if I were to… overstep the mark again… what would the punishment be?”

Leonie sighed audibly at the other end of the line. She sounded almost a little amused.

“Mrs Berger… we don’t generally say that in advance. The punishment is determined on a case-by-case basis, depending on the severity of the offence. But I’m afraid… you’d probably enjoy it. More than you should.”

Anna blushed immediately. She clenched her thighs together.

“Are there… any other options? I mean… perhaps actual sexual intercourse as an apology? Or…”

Leonie cut her off immediately, her voice turning stern and cold.

“Under no circumstances. This is a spa, not a brothel, Ms Berger. Penetration by the therapists is strictly forbidden. That would lead to immediate expulsion. Perhaps Jamal would accept more than an intense apology with your mouth and your tits… but you’d have to find that out for yourself right now. I strongly advise you not to risk it.” Anna was silent for a moment. The words echoed in her head. “I see… thank you,” she murmured and hung up.

Anna arrived at her next appointment with her heart pounding and her thighs already damp. She knew she would give in again – she’d already felt it on the bus.

Leonie greeted her much more coolly than usual this time. “Get changed. Sauna first. Jamal will be looking after you.”

The sauna was small, hot and intimate. Jamal was already waiting – completely naked. His thick, black cock was already half-hard and swung heavily between his muscular thighs with every step. He sat down directly opposite Anna on the wooden bench, his legs slightly apart, so that she had to look at his cock the whole time. Sweat ran down his toned body, the veins on his shaft becoming increasingly prominent.

Anna sat there, covered only by a tiny towel that barely concealed her heavy tits and plump arse. She couldn’t take her eyes off Jamal’s hardening cock. The longer the sauna session went on, the stiffer it became – until it finally stood thick, throbbing and pointing straight up.

After twenty minutes of hot, sweaty silence, Jamal led her into the massage room. Anna was already so horny that her baby-smooth pussy smacked with every step.

She lay down on the massage table – and then it happened.

Before Jamal could even put a single drop of oil on her back, Anna suddenly turned round, sat up and literally pounced on him. With both hands she grabbed his hard, thick cock, gripped it tightly and tried to pull it between her legs straight away.

Jamal reacted in a flash and took a step back.

At that very moment, the door flew open. Leonie stood there, her face contorted with anger.

“Mrs Berger!” she snapped at her. “This is really the last straw! You’re pouncing on my employee like a bitch in heat?! That’s it. Ten strokes with the paddle. And actually, I should send you home right now – without any treatment. Your membership is hereby cancelled.”

Anna lay trembling on the couch, her legs still slightly spread, her smooth pussy clearly wet.

“I… I’m sorry… please don’t…,” she whispered desperately.

Jamal leaned towards Leonie and whispered something in her ear. Leonie listened, raised her eyebrows and finally nodded slowly.

She turned back to Anna, her voice icy:

“Jamal has another idea. We’ll give you one more chance. But only if you accept the punishment and the subsequent treatment without objection. Yes or no?”

Anna nodded immediately, her voice hoarse with shame and lust.

“Yes… I accept everything.”

Leonie fetched the heavy leather paddle. “Ten strokes. Bump your arse up.”

Anna knelt on the couch, thrust her plump arse upwards and spread her legs. With each of the ten hard, loud strokes she cried out – and grew ever more aroused. Her arse glowed deep red, the marks clearly visible. It was already dripping between her legs onto the couch.

Afterwards, Leonie led her to a special treatment couch in the corner of the room. The couch had wide leg restraints and leather straps.

“So you can’t get handsy again,” Leonie explained coolly.

Anna was laid on her back. Her legs were spread wide and firmly secured in the restraints, her ankles and thighs strapped tight with wide leather straps. Her arms were pinned to her sides. She now lay there completely helpless – her cunt wide open, her arse still burning, her heavy tits swaying.

He stepped closer again, this time with a large bottle of warm oil.

The massage began.

He massaged her for two full hours – thoroughly, slowly, professionally. Every inch of her body. Her neck, her shoulders, her back, her plump arse, her legs, her feet, her stomach, her sides. He kneaded her heavy tits extensively – only her nipples did he never touch. He massaged her inner thighs, her arse cheeks, even her outer labia – but never her clitoris or inside her cunt.

Those two hours became one of the longest and most agonising tortures Anna had ever experienced.

Jamal poured warm, fragrant oil generously over Anna’s entire body. It ran in glistening streams over her heavy breasts, pooled in her cleavage and continued down over her stomach to her wide-spread thighs. He started at the top: strong, warm hands kneaded her neck, shoulders and back. Then he moved round her restrained legs and worked on her plump arse. He pulled the cheeks wide apart, massaged the oil deep into the cleft, circled her anus with his thumbs – but never inside.

Anna was already whimpering softly. Her baby-smooth cunt lay completely open before him, the inner lips swollen and glistening. She tried to move her hips, but the leather straps held her fast, mercilessly. Jamal ignored it. He massaged her thighs, the inner thighs, until his fingers were just millimetres from her labia. Then he withdrew his hands.

“Please…,” Anna whispered after just twenty minutes. “Please touch me there… just a little…”

After 30 minutes, Jamal now devoted himself entirely to her heavy, plump tits. He cupped them with both hands, kneading the soft, yielding flesh slowly and thoroughly, squeezing them together, pulling them apart, lifting them up and letting them fall again. The oil made every movement glide perfectly. Anna’s nipples were rock-hard, dark red and practically begging to be touched – yet Jamal never touched them. Not even with the tip of his finger.

He circled round and round the areolas, very close, so that Anna could feel the warmth of his hands, yet direct contact remained elusive. She began to whimper, her body twitching in its restraints.

“Jamal… my nipples… please… I can’t take it… they’re already hurting with desire…”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he simply blew warm air very gently, almost playfully, over one of her stiff nipples. Anna let out a soft cry and tugged at the straps.

Now he turned his attention to the area that was driving Anna almost mad. Jamal massaged her groin, the skin right next to her outer labia, the underside of her stomach and the insides of her thighs right up to the base. His large, oily hands came so close to her dripping, slick cunt that Anna could feel the heat. Once he even brushed the outer edge of her labia very lightly with the back of his hand – only to pull away again immediately.

Her cunt was now a complete mess. Thick, clear strands of her juices ran continuously from the open slit, dripping onto the couch and forming a small puddle beneath her arse. Her clitoris was swollen thick, dark red and visibly throbbing. Anna was now crying softly in frustration.

“Please… just my clit once… just one finger… Jamal, I beg you… I’m so empty… I need it…”

Jamal just smiled silently and carried on massaging – agonisingly close, but never where she needed it.

The last thirty minutes were the worst. Jamal went through it all again: tits, arse, thighs, groin – alternating over and over. He was even slower now, even more thorough. Sometimes he would simply stop for minutes on end and watch as Anna’s cunt cramped and twitched without him even touching her.

Anna was now just a whimpering, trembling bundle. Tears ran down her cheeks, saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth because she could no longer speak properly from sheer lust. Her whole body was drenched in sweat and glistening. Her plump arse, still red from the paddle, twitched with every attempt to brace against the restraints.

“Jamal… please… I’m going mad… my cunt… it’s burning… I need an orgasm… I’ll do anything… please…”

Her voice was nothing but a hoarse, broken plea. She had lost all dignity. The two hours of edging had transformed her into a pure, horny, begging creature.

When the two hours were finally over, Jamal took a step back. His hands were glistening with oil, his thick cock stood hard and throbbing upwards, yet he did not touch Anna once in the forbidden places.

Jamal slowly approached the restrained Anna. He leaned low over her, his hot breath brushing her ear, whilst his thick, hard black cock pressed heavily against her thigh.

“I love it when women are tattooed and pierced,” he whispered softly and darkly. He reached beside the lounger and pulled out a thick, black marker pen. Anna’s eyes widened in shock and a new, humiliating arousal. With calm, precise strokes, he began to write – deliberately so that the writing would only become properly legible when she moved, her dress slipped, or the fabric became damp.

On her left breast, exactly at the level of the deep neckline of her summer dress, he wrote in large, clear letters:

**“I love giving tit jobs.”**

On both buttocks, just above where the short dress ended:

**“I never wear knickers.”**

On the front of her thighs, clearly visible the moment she took a single step:

**“Only without a condom.”**

And then, directly above her baby-smooth, still-dripping cunt, in large, bold letters stretching across her entire lower abdomen:

**“Queen of Spades”**

Beneath that, even larger and unmistakable:

**“I ❤ BBC”**

He took a step back, surveyed his handiwork and nodded with satisfaction. Then he stood with his legs apart between her wide-spread, bound legs. With one hand, he slowly drew his swollen glans through her wet, swollen labia – once from bottom to top, very slowly, the thick tip parting her slit. He plunged just the very first centimetre into her hot, dripping opening.

That was enough.

Anna came immediately. Her whole body arched up in the restraints, a loud, broken scream escaping her. Her cunt clenched convulsively around the tiny tip of his cock, and she squirted violently as she came uninhibitedly.

Jamal didn’t pull out. Instead, he slid his cock between her oily, heavy tits, fucked her hard a few times between them, and then came with a deep groan. Thick, white spurts landed on her face, her neck, her tits, and over the freshly inscribed ‘I ❤ BBC’ on her stomach. It was a massive load.

He spread it all over with both hands – rubbing the warm cum thoroughly into her skin, especially over the fresh lettering, over her tits and deep between her legs. Two fingers slid briefly into her still-twitching cunt and spread his cum inside there too. The humiliation, the writing, the brief contact of his cock and the rubbing made Anna come a second time – a quiet, whimpering, almost sobbing orgasm, whilst she hung helplessly in the straps.

Jamal stepped back, pulled up his trousers and left the room without another word.

Shortly afterwards, Leonie came in. She smiled knowingly, almost a little amused, when she saw the woman covered in writing and cum.

“Well, look at that… Jamal has really done a thorough job.” She slowly undid the leather straps on Anna’s arms and legs. “By the way, he gave me a note with his private number. You’re to write to him as soon as you’ve completed his ‘tasks’. But there’ll be no sex here at the spa – never. That all stays outside.”

Leonie handed her the small note and helped her to her feet.

Anna pulled on the thin, light-blue summer dress with trembling fingers. The fabric immediately stuck to her cum-smeared skin everywhere. The white stains were clearly visible, especially over her tits and on her stomach. Because the cum made the fabric see-through, you could clearly make out the large “I ❤ BBC” and the Queen of Spades symbol right above her pussy. With every careless movement, the other slogans flashed into view: “I love giving tit jobs” at the neckline, “I never wear knickers” on her buttocks, “Only bareback” on her thighs.

Her hard nipples pressed unmistakably through the thin fabric. A mixture of her own juices and Jamal’s cum was slowly running down her thighs between her legs.

She looked like a walking porn fantasy.

Leonie opened the door and smiled coolly.

“Have a nice walk home, Mrs Berger. And remember: Jamal is waiting for your message as soon as you’ve finished his tasks.”