Master And Baby

An eBook By J J MacGuire.

"How would you punish me for embarrassing you in front of your friends, I wonder...?"

"Never, Master! You never would embarrass me. I don't know what my punishment should be, Master." Our eyes locked and I know a look of puzzlement had crossed my face and a horrible thought occurred to me. "You don't mean…" I whispered.

Master's voice startled me from my thoughts. "Put your hands behind your head and interlace your fingers. Don't you dare lower your hands until I say so. Good. Now spread your legs." He moved his foot between my knees as I hastened to comply with his commands. I well remembered the consequences of disobedience, even of delay. "Wider," he said as I knelt in front of him, my heat just inches off the floor, naked, vulnerable, open and trembling with fear and with desire.

I knew that, between my gaping thighs, my moistness betrayed my true feelings about my punishment. I could, in my shame, feel the small trickle of dampness slowly creep down the soft flesh of my inner thigh.

could smell the faint, but distinctive, odor of my arousal and I closed my eyes. I was mortified when I felt his index finger touch that trickle of dampness and he simply stated, "You love this, you know".

I blushed furiously at his truthful declaration, then gasped as that index finger slowly, tantalizingly moved further up my quivering flesh. When it reached my engorged, open and soaking wet pussy lips, it lovingly traced the outline of the outer folds of skin. Struggling to obey his earlier injunction to keep my legs wide apart, I shuddered with soaring lust. When his finger touched my clit, roughly rubbing it back and forth in my juices, I moaned deeply in my throat, almost a cat-like growl, and began to shake uncontrollably. My breath quickened and became shallower. My hips thrust forward, trying shamelessly to impale itself on the intruding finger. I groaned with frustration as he ceased touching of my most intimate places.

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