Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia by A.L. Bryce Page B

a little more force. Then the real treat began as Sophia brought her full strength into the swings and gave Willow a mighty fine paddling, turning the creamy white skin to hot pink. Sophia observed how Willow’s juices were sliding down the girl’s thighs and allowed herself a little smile of satisfaction. Then she turned the paddle over and began again.
    Willow’s head was about to explode with joy. Her mistress had liked the outfit, had strapped her into one of her favorites, the spreader bar, and was now whaling away on her with a new paddle. How could things get better? But they did, they did, because Mistress had paused and then began again with the other side of the paddle, this side rough, so that the pain and pleasure Willow felt now blended into an indescribably delectable feeling that took her breath away. She was dangerously close to coming.
    As if sensing this, Sophia stopped spanking Willow and walked away.
    “Remove the spreader and come to me.”
    Willow reached down, unbuckling the spreader, then went to her Mistress, her nipples bursting out of the red latex peephole bra.
    Sophia reclined on the bed, pillows propping her up.
    “Step closer and lean down.”
    Willow stepped to her mistress and leaned over her. Sophia licked Willow’s left nipple while her hand tugged at the right one. Willow stood as still as she could as her body surged with a tidal wave force climax. She lifted up slightly on her toes and swallowed back a moan as it rippled over and over, causing her hips to jerk slightly even though she willed her body to be still.
    Sophia was pleased. She released both nipples, picked up the new clamps, then applied them to Willow’s nipples. Then she took one of the little protruding sticks in her mouth and tugged gently. The clamp bit down into Willow’s titty and Willow went rigid. Sophia did the same with the other nip. Willow was on the slippery slope of too much pain, but she wanted so much to please her Mistress Sophia, she refused to ask for less punishment. After a moment, she found she could take the pain.
    Sophia got on her hands and knees on the bed and thrust her ass up high, exposing her beautiful bald pussy, the lips pink, moist, swollen.
    “Eat me out. And Willow, this time, don’t follow protocol. Eat me any way you wish. Make me happy.”
    Willow started. She was amazed. No tick tock metronome licking? And her mistress waxed bare! Just for her? Just for her. This was really something new. Willow moved shakily to the bed and began to lick Sophia’s perfect lips and thighs and ass. Tentatively, she circled her asshole, unsure of what pressure to use, what techniques would please…then she decided to please herself, what else could she do? She’d eat out her mistress as she’d always fantasized about eating her out. Fully. Deeply. Roughly. And she hoped with all her heart that her Mistress would approve.
    Her tongue dove into that asshole and she pushed as hard as she could, fucking Sophia deeply. She swirled around and out and in again. She spread Sophia’s cheeks roughly with her hands, opening her up, making her more accessible, and then she fucked in and out with her tongue like a little dagger. After several strokes, she pulled out, made her tongue flat, and lapped at the puckered asshole. Next she moved down and lapped flat-tongued against her mistress’s beautiful cunt. She rolled her tongue up and over the exposed pink lips, savoring every drop of juice. Then she pulled away and started in again with the softest of tongues, gentle licks on Sophia’s ass cheeks, then little nibbles, barely bites. Sophia raised her ass up just a fraction, and that was all Willow needed to know her mistress was enjoying herself. Willow nibbled some more, then lapped, then she reached her hand up and spread Sophia’s lips wide open. She laid her tongue in the folds and dragged it, full-length, along Sophia’s cunt. Sophia bucked against Willow’s tongue, then flipped over and pulled