Sarah's Submission

Mr. Michaels still had the phone pointed at her to record her striptease. She felt excited and terrified. She ran her hands over her body again. She really didn't have a lot of clothes to take off. She had on a tight t-shirt that hugged her chest, cut off at her midriff and a pair of jeans with more holes in them than material. Her ass cheeks hung through the big sections of denim missing right below the back pockets. She had made those sections bigger that afternoon to let Mr. Michaels saw her ass cheeks as they hung down through the holes.

She grabbed and slowly squeezed her breasts. Then brought her hands down to grab the bottom of her shirt and inched it up over her head slowly. Here tits stood out defying gravity with her nipples fully engorged. She pinched her nipples again, taking a minute to twist them one way and then the other. She moaned loudly at the intense energy released by her fingers. She started swaying her body to nonexistent music.

Her hands dropped to the button on her jeans, and she pulled them apart, lowered the zipper and then slid them down her legs, bending at the middle to take them all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of the jeans and then turned with her ass pointed at him. The only thing she had left was the thong riding up between her ass cheeks. Without standing up and her head still down by her ankles, she closed and crossed her legs and reached up to slide the panties down her legs. She knew she lowered them slowly, but it still felt lightning quick with her heart beating a mile a minute.

Her pussy had so drenched the thong that it clung to her pussy lips as she tugged them down stretching the thin material. It finally released and fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and raised herself back up, bringing one hand to cover her pussy and the other hand and arm to cover her tits. She turned back to Mr. Michaels and continued to sway back and forth for several minutes before dropping both hands to her side. Then she waited.

"You're such a sexy young woman Sarah," Mr. Michaels complimented with obvious awe. His comment made her feel so good that Sarah could feel her cheeks flush. "I've wanted to grab you and feel you since the first time I met you. Get over here and let me see what I have been waiting for," he commanded.

Sarah complied and moved over to Mr. Michaels to stand right in front of him. He shifted to the edge of the couch and reached up to put his left hand on her cheek. His hand felt warm against her skin, and he entangled his fingers in her hair. His right hand came up to her breast and squeezed it. His thumb started to circle around her nipple slowly and gently. Sarah felt electricity course through her body at his touch. His touch being deliberate and confident in how he handled her. Different from the boys that would paw and squeeze too hard and too quickly.

He pulled her toward him and as her chest neared his face, his tongue started from the underside of her breast and slowly licked up toward the top, rolling over her nipple. It felt unbelievable. His tongue circled the outside of her areola until finally his whole mouth closed over her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth with increasing intensity. And his teeth slowly closed over her nipple. Rolling it between his teeth, he expertly bit down just enough to start hurting, but still making the overly sensitive nipple throb with pleasure. She marveled at his masterful technique, and it all felt like heaven to her. She couldn't have told him how to do it any better. She felt a drip creep down her thigh from her pussy as his fingers lightly caressed the outer lips. His mouth moved over to the other breast and his fingers slid deeper between her pussy lips tickling the entrance.

Sarah put her hands around his head and ran her fingers through his hair. She felt like a novice in his hands. A finger slid into her wanting pussy, pressing against the back of her honey hole. This allowed room for a second finger to slide into her well lubricated pussy. Involuntarily, her legs spread wider as the fingers started to work faster and faster into her pussy. He still hadn't touched her clit and she ached for it to be played with. But she knew better than to say anything. He clearly controlled the situation, and this would be at his pace.

He started to bite down even harder on the nipples. Sarah couldn't explain it. It hurt a little, but an underlying pleasure spread through her as well. Her moans grew louder. Finally, the finger fucking started to slow as his thumb started to circle her clit in an ever-shrinking circle. When he started to push against her clit directly, she could already feel her orgasm rising. Her moaning became a pant and then a single long groan.

Just as she started to cross the point of no return, he pulled his mouth off her tit and his thumb off of her clit. The fingers in her pussy pulled out and the middle two fingers went back in with the outer fingers pointed toward her ass. The middle fingers curled and stoked along her g-spot. She had never felt this before. No boy she had been with knew enough about a girl's anatomy to touch her this way. It sent a deeper tremor through her pussy. Very different from clit stimulation. Her pussy clenched as the fingers pressed harder and harder along the ridged skin on the roof of her vagina. This man knew his way around a vagina! An even bigger orgasm built quickly, but different then her normal climax. "Oh my GOD!!" she screamed. Just as before, right on the precipice of full release, he stopped and pushed her back.

Confused she could only look at him while her hips ground against the air looking for something to grind against. He pushed her back a step and stood up. "We are going upstairs. You don't get to cum until I tell you that you get to cum, understand?" he commanded.

"I understand," she replied somewhat dejected.

"I understand, SIR!" he stated again very forcefully.

"I understand sir!" she repeated. She had to remember that, or she knew it would mean trouble. He turned her and as she started to walk forward, his hand came up on her right ass cheek in a strong slap. The sound surprised her, but then the pain overtook her and shot across her ass. Her butt cheek felt instantly hot.

"Start learning the rules or I will have to punish you," he stated. Sarah had begun her education. The proof being the hot handprint on her ass. He followed behind her as they climbed the stairs. She felt lightheaded. The quick transition from intense pleasure to sharp pain had been hard for her to process. Nobody, not even her father, had ever spanked her ass before.

As they entered the room, Sarah noticed a small duffle bag beside the bed. He told her to sit down on the edge of the bed. Her butt still hurt from where he spanked her, but it felt more warm than painful. He reached into the bag and pulled out a large paddle. Made of leather, it had holes all through the middle of it. Sarah's breath caught in her throat. There could only be one use for a paddle like that. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "Stand up and

lay over my lap," he ordered.