Date: Sat,  8 Aug 2009 21:34:47 +0200 (CEST)
From: trevormaytum <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: SEDUCTION OF AN INNOCENT Chapter Four to conclusion

Concluding the story SEDUCTION OF AN INNOCENT...


SEDUCTION OF AN INNOCENT
Chapter Four


  "Perfect!" I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her long and
passionately and then releasing her. "First I am going to spank you."
    I led her over to the bed and ordered her to touch her toes. She did
so. I delivered around half-a-dozen smart smacks with my right palm to her
nicely presented bottom. This brought a nice pink glow to her cheeks. She
accepted them silently for they were not hard. I then asked her to climb
onto the bed and get on all fours facing the headboard. I caressed the warm
skin and slyly tickled her bottom-hole and gave the lightest of touches to
her newly-shorn cunt. She was already moist.
  "Well, well, well." I said. "What have we here?" I think this naughty
girl deserves a more severe spanking. I can see she enjoyed that last one a
bit too much. It's obvious she is very excited about being spanked by an
older woman."
   I picked up the plastic spatula from the bedside table and flexed it
between my hands. I tapped her right buttock with it. "Come on, Becky,
don't slouch. Let's have that naughty bottom in the air so I can spank it
properly."
   Again she obeyed, dipping her tummy and jutting her posterior higher to
make the perfect target. I then gave her another half dozen smacks, three
on each fleshy summit, slowly, methodically. This time each whack was met
with a sweet little sigh of appreciation.
  "Am I being too lenient with you, Becky? Is it too enjoyable for you?
Should I do it harder?"
  "Yes, Aunt Kate. I think I can stand it a bit harder."
  "Excellent." I checked her wetness again. "You really are a sticky little
madam, aren't you Becky?"
   She didn't answer.
  "Do you realise that you're absolutely soaking, you little whore?" I
wanted the derogatory remarks to sting her emotionally, as well as excite
her sexually.  "Touch yourself. See what an insolent little whore you have
become already."
   She did so.
  "Now lick it. Lick your fingers and taste it." She appeared reluctant to
do this, so I exchanged the light, whippy spatula for a fairly meaty wooden
spoon and cracked it hard across her right buttock. She yelped
delightfully. "Do as I say, Becky. Don't defy me or I'll really give it to
you."
   She complied, licking and slurping at her wet, glistening fingers. "Do
it again. Scoop up more juice and eat it."
   She did.
  "Now masturbate for me. It will help link the pain I'm about to give you
with something pleasurable. I'm going to give you twenty really hard spanks
with the spoon and I want you to keep masturbating while I do it, okay?"
  "Okay," she nodded.
  "But you mustn't cum yet. It is only to be a spoonful of sugar to help
the medicine go down."
  "Okay."
  I ordered her to start and waited until she was into a steady rhythm
before I commenced hitting her again. This time I was quite but not
severely hard on her, but her bottom reddened quickly and beautifully and
was slightly bruised at the end. She kept her side of the bargain, bearing
up stoically and continuing to masturbate all through the spanking. She
gave a delightful little yelp as each blow landed. It was music to my ears
-- the splat of wood on her flesh, followed by the little yelp, and
occasional sigh. I was almost wetting myself.
   I hauled her to her feet and again took her to the mirror so she could
witness her wounds. Her whole bottom was a glorious palette of stripes and
blotches, pinks, reds and faint purples. I would have to warn her about
exposing herself until the marks had faded. What on earth would her mother
and father think? Try and explain that away. A little bit tricky I think.
   I took her back to the bed, pushed her onto her back and tied her to the
four corners, tight enough to secure her, but allowing her some liberty of
movement. All the while I was tying her down she looked into my eyes
adoringly. I hadn't expected it to go this well. I'd secured her legs in
such a way that would give her a certain range of movement, while still
keeping her legs separated enough to expose her sweet cunt and leave it
vulnerable to attack. That sounds nastier than it really is. Vulnerable to
attack in this instance meant, open to abuse and delicious sexual tease.
   In fact I started on her right away, tickling her with a goose feather
that I always carried in my travel bag. Without the encumbrance of pubic
hair it was easy to affect a maddening tickle around the exterior of her
vagina which had her squirming and giggling deliciously. I stopped to let
her rest after about five minutes of sustained torment and took my
light-blue twin-set off. First the cardigan and then the top so that I was
just in my bra. It was hot work exciting a young girl to the point of
orgasm, and torturing her to the point of insanity.
   I then took up the feather again, carefully parted her pussy lips, and
started work on her internally. When I passed the feather lightly over her
clitoris her body jerked as if subjected to a sudden electric current. Her
legs yanked at their bonds and her torso arched and writhed in a bid for
freedom, but it was futile. I had secured her well, and satin is quite a
resilient material. She pleaded for me to stop but I ignored her and
pressed on. The juice was running freely from her vagina. It looked so
inviting I would not for long be able to resist partaking of her delicious
honey.
  Her cries were becoming increasingly vociferous. I decided it would be
safer to gag her. I didn't want any of my neighbours getting nosey.
   I got my soiled panties from the drawer and teased her with them,
rubbing them into her face, forcing her to sniff them, especially the
gusset. Then I pinched her nose close so that eventually her mouth came
open and I rolled the panties into a ball and stuffed her mouth with
them. I tied another length of ribbon around her head to keep the gag in
place and then I resumed my tickling of her poor defenceless pussy. I was
really turned on by her frantic writhing and squirming as I took her to the
very limits of madness and orgasm and then when I judged she'd could not
take any more I tossed the feather aside and went down on her, my tongue
taking over where the feather had left off, only this time I teased and
stimulated her with an end in mind. Becky smelled and tasted divine,
despite the traces of disinfectant I had applied earlir. Several times I
took her to the very edge and then made her wait, but finally I allowed her
cum, her juices running freely and soaking my chin. I could hear her
muffled, joyous cries of relief as her pelvis arched. I scooped my hands
under her sore bottom and pressed her cunt against my mouth and sucked the
sweet fluid from her. There was an almighty shudder through her body as her
long awaited orgasm consumed her.
   She lay panting and red-faced. I let her rest and took my bra off and
started kissing her mouth and whispering endearments into her pretty
ears. Then when I judged her to be sufficiently recovered I clamped her
nipples with two pink plastic clothes pegs. I could see her gasp behind the
gag as the pain took hold. "Relax," I told her. "Your body will adjust to
the pain in a moment or two and then you'll enjoy it."
   When she had come to terms with the pain of pinched nipples I removed
the gag.
   I took my skirt and panties off so I was just in stockings and
suspenders and straddled her, leaning forward from her pelvis so that my
breasts tipped enticingly towards her mouth.
  "Kiss them, Becky. Thank me for letting you cum."
   She took each nipple in turn into her mouth and suckled me. It was like
having a baby at my breast, feeding from me. I even felt a little broody
for a moment. I had never had children. The sensation made me incredibly
wet. I smothered her momentarily with my boobs, making her fight for her
breath. I don't know why smothering with one's breasts is such a turn-on,
but it is.
   I then relented and edged further up her body until my bush was tickling
her cute little pointed chin. I rubbed myself against her as she fought to
turn her face away. But my thighs locked her head and I was able to bring
my pussy over her lips and nose. I hovered there, taking the weight on my
knees, teasing her. "Smell, me, Becky. Smell your aunt's juicy cunt. I want
you to lick me, the same as I did for you. After all, it's only fair, don't
you think?"
   She struggled briefly again to turn her head away to safety, but I held
her face clamped uppermost and gradually lowered myself onto her
mouth. "Lick me, Becky. Be a good little girl for your aunt." She fought
for breath as I smothered her mouth with my hairy pussy.
  "Paahh!" She spat against my pubes. "I can't do that, Aunt Kate. I just
can't. Please don't make me."
  "Look, you little whore... you'll do as you're told, otherwise I'll pinch
your poor bruised nipples some more."
   I can be very persuasive when I have to be.
   To feel her sweet lips in contact with my wet pussy lips was such a
triumph for me, and so delightful. I moved around on her face, grinding my
stinking snatch against her lips until I felt her tongue at last penetrate
me. I pulled on her hair to control the intensity of her nipping teeth, her
caressing lips and her diving tongue and also to keep her at it. I rode her
mouth all the way to a tremendous orgasm that virtually jack-knifed my body
in half and soaked her pretty face into the bargain.
   I slid back down her body and began showering her with wet kisses, her
mouth, her breasts, her belly and her gorgeous cunt.
  "I love you! I love you, Becky so much. You have made me so happy!"
  "Oh Aunt Kate... have I really? Have I really made you happy?
  "Oh, yes, sweetheart, happier than I can ever tell you. You will come to
me again, won't you? I mean when the vacation is over. You will visit me at
my home in the fall?"
  "Of course, Aunt Kate. I could't bear to be without you for long."
  "How do you feel? Not too sore or hard done by I hope?"
  "Just a little tender, but I kind of feel it's the price I had to pay to
belong to you."
  "And belong to me you shall, sweetheart." And with that I untied her and
we made sweet and tender love for an hour before we eventually tore
ourselves away from each other, dressed, freshened up and I saw her safely
home.
  "Remember what I said about keeping yourself covered up for the next few
days!" I said, kissing her goodnight and squeezing her hand.
  "Of course, Aunt Kate. I'll be careful. I love you so much. Please can we
do this again real soon?"
  "Of course," I said. "When you're fully recovered I'm sure I can invent
some more exciting adventures for us. Perhaps next time I'll introduce you
to one of my very special lady friends?"
  "What? Why do-?"
  "Never mind just now, sweetheart. I'll keep it as a nice surprise for
another day. Sleep tight for now and I'll see you tomorrow."
   Becky blew me a kiss from the end of the corridor before she went inside
her parent's holiday apartment. It had been an eventful day, and a very
satisfying one. I wondered what my friend Martha would make of my sweet
little niece? I did owe her one hell of a favour after all. But that's
another story.

				  THE END