Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2013 02:24:35 +0100
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Toni and the panties ch 5 M/teen f

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Chapter Five


Billy Mason ran his hands over my little, little bottom, encased in panties
and, I wanted to groan with pleasure.

I'd learned a lot of myself in less than just over twenty-four hours. I had
worn white panties, for sn older boy, who dominated, humiliated and hurt
me. And, what was worse was that I had enjoyed it.

And, there I had stood, as instructed, legs splayed, bottom raised, arms
outstretched and hands against the wall, my little willie so hard it been
painful.

"Yes, with a body as girly as yours, Toni suits you?" Billy had sneered, as
he stepped back, to enjoy looking at me.

I'd looked at him, standing there with his hands on his hips, his arousal
evident from the bulge in the front of his jeans.

'Billy James wants me?' I'd thought, my guts going flippity-flop at the
thought, as I'd watched him licking his lips.

Abruptly he'd snapped out of his reverie, to look at me with a grin on his
face: "I'm going to the lounge to get something ready for you?"

I'd blinked at that, as I'd felt, rightfully so, that it did not bode well
for me, at all.

"Now there's a rag in a bucket below the sink that you'll use to clean up
your mess. If you don't do a good job, I'll have you using your tongue,
alright?"

Looking at Billy with tears in my eyes I'd nodded. "Yessir," I'd sort of
whimpered.

"And, once you're finished, I want you to wash up thoroughly, then join me
in the lounge. Alright?" He had asked of me, in a very demanding tone.

Again I had nodded and then, sniffled.

"You won't hurt me, will you sir?" I'd begged of Billy James, in a small
hurt voice.

"Don't you ever back chat me!" He shouted, eyes blazing with anger. Then he
drew his right arm back and, suddenly it had shot forward and, he'd punched
my left thigh, real hard.

I'd yelped with the pain, then fallen to the floor, all curled up, as I'd
held my aching thigh and Billy walked away, still muttering, "Fuckin stupid
little fuck. He's just got to like taking pain from me?." And, as I lay
there looking at Billy James I had wondered whether he was right, as my
little willie was hard inside the lovely white panties, that I'd worn, for
him.

He had opened the door to the lounge and, then turned to look at me, lying
curled up on the floor, whimpering like a whipped pup.

"Now, get your cute ass moving, I want you before me on your knees in ten
minutes; or I'll kick you black 'n blue all over. You hear me?"

"Yessir?" I'd answered through my tears, totally shocked 'coz my little
willie had twitched at the idea of being kicked by Billy James.

"That's sick!" I'd told myself a few minutes after Billy left me alone and,
I'd cleaned up the mess I'd made was Billy James had roughly face-fucked
me. And, I hadn't been referring to the mess I cleaned up. I'd meant that
it was sick, that I kinda liked the idea of being kicked black 'n blue, by
mean Billy James.