The Sweet Mrs. Rodgers reviles her story Chapter 2 part 2

The Sweet Mrs. Rodgers reviles her story
Chapter 2 part 2

"UH!" Simon grunts out again, this time with a little more pain in it. He tenses up just as quickly and tightly. And now I feel him wiggle his hips gently.

He's not in my favorite position for spanking guys. I prefer them, to turn me over my knees and pin their cocks between their pubes and my thighs. I can feel Simon's cock hanging against the outside of my thigh. It feels like it's a nice cock, too. And now, it feels something that it didn't when he went over my knees. It feels like it's as hard as steel.

I've felt that against my thigh far too much to mistake it.

I am pretty sure that Annie is roughly behind me. It's more of a sense.

That and a slight whiff of her favorite perfume. I use my hand to point at cock, making a quick, sharp jerking point with my thumb as the paddle is rising for the last stroke.

The paddle snaps down for the third stroke. It lands just as powerfully, tensing him up instantly. It gets another grunted "UH!" from his, too. By the strain in that grunt, I'd guess one or two more strokes might bring a squeal from him. He is trying to "take it like a man." But I can tell the strokes are hard enough that they hurt.

I hear Simon grunt at the same time I hear a tiny giggle from Annie. I guess she must have looked to see what I was pointing at. And saw it.

That's the thing about guys. It's so easy to tell when they're liking something!

It takes him a full second to relax after that third stroke. It leaves his bottom a very angry shade of light red. A shade that is definitely stinging him like a zillion needles and burning like fire. A shade that tells me he is going to be suffering that sore bottom for an hour or two. But by morning, there won't a sign of the paddling left to be seen.

"On your knees!" I snap firmly, in a very crisp and stern voice. But I don't raise my voice to him. I keep it to my normal softness. I don't wait for him to decide if he wants to get on his knees, either. I grab his shoulder and yank hard to pull him up. He's much heavier than a woman. It takes most of my strength to pull him, sliding his chest over my thigh, and drop him onto his knees.

For a split second, he looks up at me with slightly moist eyes. Eyes that I can see a pang of hunger in. Excited eyes. Then he makes his next mistake. He starts to speak!

I very quickly slap his face. It's a pure "bitch slap." it's a hard one, too.

It sears a nice pink handprint onto his cheek. And he has enough cheek for my little hand to have some untarnished flesh around the handprint it leaves. It's enough, and it takes him by surprise, to slightly toss his head to the side.

"I didn't tell you to speak to me, bitch!" I scold him harshly. And I still don't raise my voice to him. "I said get on your knees! Now shut up and kneel, bitch."

He stays put. But his eyes are all over the room, darting back and forth in his head until he finds Annie. And he sees Annie standing there, smirking wide, and almost giggling as she looks down on him.

Maybe that's all he needs. Maybe he's smart enough then to figure out that this was a setup. Annie is making at least a part of his little fantasies come true. Right now.

As he kneels, his pants are stretched around the middles of his thighs. It's far enough down that his cock is standing out straight, its tip just above his pants. And it is as hard as a rock. But it lets me see that Simon's cock is on the good side of average. I'd say it's about 6 ½" long and about 1 ¼" across. Plus, it's circumcised, which lets me see every bit of the spongy soft light-pink head atop the steely shaft.

I can see enough to tell that he has dense black curls on those pubes.

But not running up onto his stomach. And that the tops of his thighs have a light fur of black hairs.

Definitely not a gorilla. Those thighs look well-toned with some strong, prominent muscles to them, too. I'd hope so. He is a firefighter, and those guys work hard. They kind of have a rather hunky reputation, too. I admit I like hunks. I like his cock, too. It's not the biggest, but it's enough for me to have some fun with.

I stand over him, close in front of him, and now somewhat able to look down upon him. I stare right into his eyes. They quickly stop darting around the room and focus on me. "Aren't you just the little freak-ooid!" I say with a teasing, almost giggling note in my voice.

"You are just such a creep that you can't even behave while you're being spanked. But, no, you have to go and have naughty little horny boy thoughts. Don't bother lying about it! That stiff little dick is answering for you! Obviously, you need to learn a good lesson in behaving when you're surrounded by pretty girls.

Especially pretty little virgins like my slave girl. Don't you know it's just so rude to be ogling girls with a hard-on like that? Oh, well. Luckily I have plenty of time to teach you a lesson you'll never forget while I have my tea with my friend."

I let my evil grin creep onto my face. If he doesn't recognize it yet, he will soon enough. It's a warning that he's in for it. "Here is what you are going to do, creepy. You will stand up. You will take all your clothes off. You will put them in the bag my slave will put at your feet.

You will strip absolutely, completely naked. You will not try to cover anything, especially that too-eager little dick of yours. Once all your clothes are in the bag, you will very politely ask Ms. Deaver’s to hold your clothes for you. Otherwise, you will not speak. You will strip. You really don't want to misbehave anymore. Otherwise, you're going to have some explaining to do tomorrow in that locker room. Like telling all those strong, manly firefighters why your bottom is so bruised from my paddle. Is that clear, creepy?"

"Uh... yeah..." Simon starts to answer.

It earns him another hard slap to his face. This one on his other cheek. Now they match. Both have cute little Pepper handprints on them. "That's for being such a rude bitch, creepy! Didn't your mommy teach you any manners?"

"I'm sorry. Yes, Ma'am," He, says quickly, a light trace of excitement in his voice that he's clearly trying to hide.

"Good boy. Now get on those feet, face us girls, and strip like a worthless creep, creepy."

"Yes, Ma'am." Simon starts rising to his feet.

Sophie opens a paper grocery bag and sets it about two feet out from his toes.

I take a couple of steps back. It has me standing next to Annie. All three of us are now watching Simon. "This shouldn't take long. You didn't tell me he was such a horny little boy!" I sweetly say to Annie, my voice like a girl gossiping with her girlfriend. "We can have our tea while creepy here learns what horny is."

"OK..." Annie agrees. I can hear the faint giggle in her voice. But I doubt Simon does. Men just don't tend to pick up on little hints like that. It tells me that so far, Annie is pleased with the scene. I think she noticed Simon eyeing Sophie over. What woman wouldn't want her guy spanked for eyeing another woman? He totally deserves it!

Simon doesn't pay too much attention to us girls. Maybe just one ear to listen to us with. And one eye to keep on me, lest I might decide he deserves another spanking.

To be continued