Letters to Penthouse XXXII (10 page)

I’ve trained James well, so when he goes down on me he does it exactly the way I like it. When we first entered into our relationship,
his tongue would just flail around, randomly hitting my pussy in spots that sometimes felt good, but more often fell short
of the mark. I had to hold his head steady and direct his tongue to the exact location I wanted. James caught on pretty quickly.
Now when he does zoom in on my clit, I go wild and start producing juices like you wouldn’t believe, and this excites him
even more.

The first time he dined on my cunt, he started stroking his cock. I knew that pussy worship turned him on, but he had to be
stopped. I wanted his undivided attention!

I rose quickly, knocking him aside in the process. He looked up at me guiltily, with his hand still wrapped around his dick.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I yelled, swatting at his wayward hand. “Do you want to lose your jerking-off privileges
for a whole month?”

“I’m so sorry, Mistress. I promise not to do it again,” he said, dropping his hands to his sides.

“That’s enough for now. Go sit in that chair,” I said, pointing to a wooden dining-room chair. He immediately scurried over
and sat, and even though my pussy was aching with arousal, I went to fetch the rope from the closet. Its only purpose is to
tie him up, and I only do that when he’s been particularly disobedient.

Silently, I went about securing his ankles to the legs of the chair and his wrists behind his back. He looked so sexy sitting
there with his dick standing at attention that I got even more horny. When I lightly dragged one finger from the base of his
cock up to the crown, he moaned. I ran my fingertip across my outstretched tongue, moving as slowly as I could, then I flicked
my fingernail against one of his erect nipples before taking it between the tips of my fingers.

His moans started getting louder and were distracting me from appreciating his body. I spied a bowl of apples sitting on the
table and, suddenly inspired, grabbed one. I pushed it between his parted lips and he obediently bit down on it. “That should
shut you up,” I barked. “And don’t you dare drop it.” Leaving his hard
cock bobbing in the air, I dragged over an ottoman and perched myself on it in front of him, spreading my legs so he could
look at, but not touch, my pussy.

His eyes bulged as I fingered myself, letting my feet rest against the tops of his thighs. I put on a show for him, digging
my toes into his legs as I fucked my pussy. Part of me wanted to climb on top of him and ride his cock to orgasm, but I knew
that wouldn’t impart a proper obedience lesson, and his training comes first above all else. Besides, teasing him is almost
as much fun as fucking him, and there’d be plenty of time for that later.

As I slammed my fingers in and out of my hole, I said, “Are you still going to insist on stroking your cock even when you
know that I own it, and I am the only one who can allow it to be touched?”

James’s first response was a garbled moan; I’d almost forgotten about the apple. I leaned forward and took it out, noting
the bite marks with satisfaction. I could tell he was aching to come. “I’ve learned my lesson, I promise, Mistress. I will
never again think about my own needs until I have made you come as many times as you desire. If you, in your infinite wisdom,
choose to make me wait, then I will do so,” he said.

“That’s more like it,” I replied. With a few more thrusts of my fingers inside my slick hole, I came with a loud roar. His
eyes were filled with longing. I knew that missing my first orgasm of the night was a big disappointment to him.

I rose from the ottoman, feeling my juices dripping out of my pussy, and untied him. “I’m going to give you one more chance,
and if you do it right, you just may be allowed to climax tonight.”

All I can tell you is that his confinement had served James well. He pounced on my cunt, eating me like he’d been starved
for days. His tongue pushed inside my pussy, then came out to play with my clit. I knew there was no way he was touching himself
because one hand was playing with my nipple and the other was finger-fucking me. He had two fingers shoved in my hole as his
tongue worked over my clit. He brought me to one powerful orgasm and kept going until I had another.

Only then did I allow him to jerk off, and, not surprisingly, he came with only a few strokes of his hand. I’m glad he learned
his lesson, but I also look forward to his future training. Teaching him how to behave is just so much fun!

—Ms. Colleen F., Grand Rapids, Michigan
     

One of my favorite things about the fall is getting to break out my schoolgirl uniform from the far reaches of my closet.
Nothing gets my boyfriend, Tony, harder than seeing me prance around in the plaid skirt, white
button-down shirt, knee socks, and perfect little sneakers, with a lollipop in my mouth and a look of wide-eyed innocence
on my face. He loves it because he knows that in real life I’m far from innocent. I love to get into trouble and then have
him “punish” me for it, and playing student and teacher is one of our favorite forms of role-play.

Last week, while cleaning our closets, I decided to surprise him when he got home from work. Instead of cooking dinner, I
donned the requisite outfit, then set about spreading the rest of the closet’s contents all over our bedroom floor. When he
walked through the front door and called out, “Hi, honey,” I didn’t answer; I pretended that I hadn’t heard him. “Hello?”
he called wonderingly as he made his way up the stairs. To make sure I got a good spanking, I’d left off my panties and began
rolling around on the floor amid all the clothes, which is how Tony found me. “Now, Steph, what on earth do you think you’re
doing?”

I winked at him as I lay down on my back, and then spread my legs wide, enough for him to see my freshly shaved pussy. Even
from across the room, I could see his cock swelling underneath his jeans. He moved closer to me, already unfastening his belt.
“Young lady, you’re supposed to be doing your homework!” he barked, slipping right into the stern teacher role that never
fails to send shivers up my spine and tingles to my cunt. He flipped up my skirt so it flopped above my waist. “And no panties—you
know we’ve discussed
this. There’ll be no more excuses, this time, you’re really going to get it!” he said sternly.

He pulled me up and sat me down on the bed. I was hoping he would take me across his lap and make my ass nice and red with
some solid spanking, but he had another plan in mind. “Since you didn’t do as you were told, you’re going to have to go stand
in the corner. But first, take off your clothes,” he ordered, and trembling with excitement at the severity of his tone, I
did as he commanded. I gave him a puppy-dog look as I unhooked the button of my skirt and let it fall to the floor, then
I undid my blouse and dropped it as well.

I was standing before him wearing only a simple white bra, my knee socks and shoes, with my hair done up in two symmetrical
pigtails. I licked my lips as I reached my arms behind me to unhook the bra, peeling it off me as sensually as I could to
give him a taste of what he was missing the longer he held off from touching me. Even though I knew it had to be an effort,
he maintained a straight face as I flung my bra at him. I faced the corner and obediently placed my crossed wrists behind
my back.

I was tempted to turn around, but knew that Tony wouldn’t approve, so I faced the wall and tried to ignore the way my pussy
ached just from having him watching me stand there naked. I could feel small droplets of my juice dribbling down my thigh,
and I was sure that he could smell my arousal. I chanced a very quick peek behind me and saw that he had taken
off his clothes, too, and was jerking off. I waited, patient and still, before he finally walked up behind me. “Your grades
have been slipping lately because you’ve spent so much time misbehaving. I can’t seem to leave you alone for any length of
time without you disobeying the rules, and you know what happens to girls who break the rules.” His voice was thrillingly
menacing, and I wasn’t surprised when he suddenly grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me in one fast thrust without
any warning. “That’s right, I’m going to fuck you for as long and hard as I want, then let you go,” he said as he tugged my
hair, making my head tilt back. He then let go of my pigtails and pinched my nipples roughly, making the already-hardened
buds tighten even more and sending shock waves straight to my cunt.

I love to be fucked roughly, and as Tony kept toying with one nipple, he pulled me back by the hip so that his cock could
completely invade my cunt. I shuddered against him as my orgasm rolled through my body, dragging itself out for as long as
possible. His cock continued to plumb my pussy’s depths, pushing into me until he finally came, spurting his hot juice inside
me as I leaned against the wall for support.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, missy,” he warned, as I collapsed onto the floor in happy, sated exhaustion. He was looking
down at me with a severe expression on his face that excited me. And when he sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his
lap, I knew that I
was finally going to get my much-needed spanking. I didn’t want to look too eager, so, as befit a naughty schoolgirl, I hung
back in the corner. He slapped his thigh harder. “You know what that signal means, young lady,” he chided me. I walked slowly
toward him, as if I had not been dreaming of his hand falling across my ass ever since I started rummaging in the closet.
I lowered myself across his lap, and he really let me have it!

He started off with a bit of a warm-up, his hand slapping the fleshiest part of my ass with just a hint of harshness. Then
he upped the ante, and his strokes got faster and harder so that I barely knew where one ended and the next began. My ass
cheeks burned with the heat of his smacks, and my pussy even more so, because each time his hand connected with my flesh,
my pussy gave a corresponding pulsation. “You are such a terrible student, Stephanie, sometimes I wonder if you’ll ever pass
my class. It’s almost as if you like being spanked like this.” His voice trailed off, as he pulled my ass flesh tight with
one hand and smacked it hard with the other, making the reverberations flow right back to my cunt, all the more focused.

My head drooped toward the floor as he kept up this rhythm. I felt his hard cock pressing into my stomach and knew that as
soon as he decided I’d learned my lesson, I’d get to feel him inside me once again. I wiggled against his erection, not because
I wanted him to stop spanking me, but to show him that I knew and
appreciated his stiffness, but he was on to me. “Don’t think you can get out of this by rubbing up against me. Those methods
don’t work with me. I know all too well what a naughty girl you are,” he said, punctuating each word with a harsh smack that
made my pussy quiver.

Finally, when I was approaching my limit, he stopped, rubbing his hands over my hot cheeks before dipping lower and stroking
my sopping pussy. “You didn’t like that at all, did you?” he asked, his voice melting as his fingers sank into my wetness,
sliding easily inside me as I tightened automatically around them. He pulled them out and I heard him noisily sucking my juices
off his hand before he lifted me up and laid me on my back on the bed. Again, he shoved into me in one quick jolt, but this
time without quite as much urgency. In fact, after that initial thrust, he pulled out almost all the way, leaving only the
tip of his cock in my cunt while I arched my hips upward in a silent plea.

So this was how he was going to get back at me, by withholding the cock he knew I needed more than anything. Fine. Since he
already thought I was a spoiled brat, I reached down and began playing with my clit, pinching the hard nub between my fingers
just as he’d squeezed my nipples earlier, enjoying the ripples of arousal that zapped their way inside my cunt. I knew it
couldn’t be easy for him to hold himself steady while my pussy clenched around his cockhead, and within
mere seconds, he was again shoving into me. He slammed his cock deep inside my pussy, and I could feel the tip of his dick
pound against my cervix in a way that had me coming again. He lowered his entire body onto mine, covering me before he nipped
at my lower lip, sucking it between his teeth as he erupted inside me, bathing my already-wet pussy with his juice.

Afterward, he set me down at our desk and told me to write “I will be a good girl” one hundred times. I felt the continuing
warmth on my ass as it pressed against the wooden seat. As I finished this latest homework assignment, I knew that soon I’d
be misbehaving all over again. After all, how could I let my favorite outfit go to waste?

—Ms. Stephanie T., Columbus, Ohio