Word count = 503 ; Category = First/Last
With thanks to a friend with an idea that inspired
me.


Copyright 2004 by asparkle2 at yahoo dot com.  All rights 
reserved (except for SSC stuff).

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=====by sparkle=====

"I like to watch you."

Beth moaned, lifting up her hips provocatively, 
inviting - begging - him.  Obliging, he slid two 
fingers deep inside her sex and watched her 
helplessly jerk, the muscles of her vaginal walls 
clenching responsively.

"Oh yes, I do like to watch," he continued, 
withdrawing his fingers and contemplating the 
juices coating them.  "I even like to watch your 
disobedience."

Beth shuddered, aroused beyond her control.  She 
couldn't say how long he'd been stretched out 
beside her, touching, teasing, stroking, pinching, 
rubbing, caressing, lightly smacking.  Everywhere.  
It might have been days.  Had she been disobedient?

Her hips went up again, and her thighs spread even 
wider.

"Naughty girl," he chuckled softly, wiping his 
fingers over the inside of her thigh.  "I told you 
- you're to lay still and enjoy the fondling.  No 
fucking back."

Beth was enjoying it.  Beth was dearly loving it.  
She gripped her fingers in the blanket and tried to 
rest her hips, but when she held them still, her 
chest lifted up, offering her breasts.  

"You do need punished, don't you?"  The question 
was whisper-soft against her hair.  He drew her leg 
wider until her right knee was trapped between his 
two, much stronger, legs.  Patiently, he trailed 
his fingernails down her labia and into the cleft 
of her bottom, and tapped against her rosebud when 
she clenched the globes and lifted again.  "I do 
believe that was a yes."  

He paused, then pulled her left knee up, guiding 
both her arms around it.  Instructing her to pull 
it tight against her stomach, he watched Beth press 
the upper part of her knee between her breasts.

With a smug smile, he'd told her she could orgasm 
anytime she wished this evening.  Beth didn't know 
now whether to laugh, curse or beg.  Wondering 
wildly if the punishment - whatever evil idea had 
occurred to him - would be enough to push her into 
a climax and out of this sea of desperation, Beth 
exhaled a soft groan.  She was beyond words.  

Clucking his tongue twice, he drew his hand away.  
Suddenly bereft, Beth's groan changed to a pitiful 
whimper.

"Now, now," he comforted, rustling behind his back, 
"I'm here.  You know," he continued, "If you need 
to orgasm, you're welcome to.  I told you - cum as 
much as you want.  Just don't touch yourself."

Beth gasped.  He trailed the tips of a short 
flogger over her stomach, teasing with the thin 
leather tails.  She instinctively knew its purpose, 
couldn't help the anticipation.

The flogger landed directly over her labia, the 
ends smacking at the sensitive skin where her ass 
ripened into her vulva.  Because of her spread 
labia, the pain was exacerbated by the tails 
snapping against her juicy inner flesh.

He missed her clitoris.

Beth expelled a desolate, quiet wail.  

Not that it mattered.  The flogging continued until 
she wept with painful urgency.

Only then did the flogger land obligingly against 
her throbbing nub.  Then Beth's cry was no longer 
desolate, but euphoric.