Over the Lap of Luxury Pt. 07 – End

Literotic asexstories – Over the Lap of Luxury Pt. 07 – End by RainyDayPen,RainyDayPen
The following story concludes a series about the spanking and humiliation of servants kept under contract by billionaires in a near-future dystopia. The first story can be found here. This chapter contains every possible pairing of spanking as well as femdom sex/edging scenes. All characters over 18. If you hate fictional total power exchange / contracts then please skip this entire series.

Over the Lap of Luxury Pt. 07Asher bucked over Portia’s lap, tears starting to form in his eyes as his punishment continued. He’d been warned, and he knew this would happen, but he didn’t quite realize how hard she’d spank his bottom when the humiliation was so intense on its own.

They were outside a ladies’ clothing store in the private, adults-only shopping village used exclusively by the wealthy locals. Just a moment ago he was caught whispering to his female counterpart Molly. He couldn’t speak a word in his defence as Portia pulled him outside by his wrist, right to the nearest bench. “Sorry!” he tried, when it was already too late. Portia swiftly lowered his uniform pants and briefs to his ankles as he pleaded for mercy. “Oh please not here, ma’am! Please, I’m sorry!”

“Right here, Asher! Bend over!”

She emphasized her request with a strong tug of his arm. So before he knew it, he was over her lap, bottom up and bared for his discipline. Asher squeezed his hands into fists and grimaced intensely, the shame so deep it hurt in its own right. On the sidewalk! In front of everyone!

Portia spanked him by hand first as the afternoon shoppers shamelessly gathered to enjoy the drama. It was Friday, so there was twice as many people as usual. Asher squealed helplessly as his backside was meticulously reddened.

It was so embarrassing to be spanked like this in the village with a blue smart-band, signifying he was a fully trained servant. Everyone knew he’d been naughty even when he knew better. Normally he was obedient and submissive to a fault, which was what attracted him to the position in the first place. Well, that and Portia, and the way she so easily dominated him and turned him over her knee to spank him. But there were different types of spankings and not all of them were fun in the moment. Most weren’t, actually. And this one was searing hot, mortifying, and truly punishing.

He tried so hard to stay still, as was expected of a servant receiving discipline, especially a male servant. But as soon as Portia pulled out the little blue paddle from her bag, he lost the internal battle. She continued the rapid-fire assault to his rear with the harsher implement, and Asher began to scissor-kick like a little boy. The whispers and soft laughs rung in his ears up until his scolding.

“I expect better of you, young man! You know the rules!”

“Yes, ma’am! Ahh! I’m so sorry! AHH!”

“Naughty, naughty boy!”

“Aahh!” he squealed. His hand automatically tried to cover his sore bottom, but Portia pulled it behind his back just as soon as it ventured out. Then she draped one leg over both of his, making the poor servant boy squeak with the realization that he was fully trapped.

“You’re going to be feeling this spanking for a long time!”

“Nooo!” he begged. “No more! Ahh! Owww! Please no more!”

The little blue paddle made of a stiff leather-like material wasn’t nearly as bad as the wooden paddle, the implement that so far held the record as being the only one to truly make him sob his heart out. So Asher was spared the further humiliation of breaking down in front of all these strangers.

But Portia didn’t have his comfort in mind today, and thoroughly spanked every last inch of his backside and upper thighs. All Asher could do was attempt to wiggle in vain, and even that barely moved his trapped body an inch.

To top it all off, she ended his sound spanking with a good dose of the Stay-Red lotion. So that was what she meant by him feeling this spanking for a long time. The concoction was a very recent invention that ensured a naughty servant’s bottom would be hot and stinging for hours. And, as the name implied, remain just as red as the moment it was applied.

She rubbed the cream into his smarting skin, which normally might be a soothing and calming sensation after a good paddling. But Stay-Red felt as though it were internally heated, which seemed to only enhance the work she’d put into his punishment.

Still, his mistress’ hand was caressing him now, and he certainly didn’t take this job offer due to hating the idea of spankings. It had been a week since he’d been out of chastity, and just as long as his last sexual release. The memory flickered through his mind now, Portia behind him, pegging him hard with her strap-on, then reaching around to rub him with her free hand until he exploded, groaning and gasping.

He rapidly grew aroused, just like that, bent over her knees. When she stood him on his feet, his erection bobbed shamefully before him. Those still watching tittered over the sight, but Portia rolled her eyes and shook her head a little. “Honestly.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“You realize that was a punishment, yes?”

“Yes, ma’am. It really stung.” The servant boy was now blushing terribly red, doing his best not to count each and every member of the small audience gathered on the sidewalk.

“Stand against the wall,” she told him, pointing to the brick exterior of the clothing boutique. He saw Molly wince in great sympathy upon hearing his further sentencing, but she could do nothing to help.

Asher obeyed once his pleading whimper was met with nothing more than a stern cross of his mistress’ arms.

He stood with his hands crossed over his head and his spanked bottom on display to all. Worse yet, anyone looking from a side angle would get an even more explicit view. The outside air brushing against his exposed genitals only served to maintain his embarrassing hardness, now pointing to the wall.

“I hope this serves as an example to you, Molly.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said.

The two waited there, Portia probably with one eye on her phone and one eye on Asher’s shameful display. He’d been stood in the corner or against the wall enough times to know the drill by now, though never before in such a public venue. Today he was left there long enough for the first crowd to dissipate right along with his erection. But it was also long enough for new shoppers to walk by and enjoy the infrequent sight of a public punishment in progress.

“He must’ve done something!” noted a passerby. Others muttered how naughty he’d been or compared the colour of his cheeks to various shades of red.

Asher was so ashamed he tried to hide his own face by lowering it as much as he could. Not that it mattered. This ultra-wealthy community was small enough that they’d all know him through his mistress. Many of these people would be at the big party tomorrow night at Mrs. Bennett’s house. He was sure of it. Almost certainly there’d be eyes looking his way and hushed whispers hidden behind cupped hands.

At last, Portia stepped up behind him and told him he could pull his pants back up. She wasn’t quite done scolding him though. “You know better. It’s worrying you did it anyway. Just what was so important, Asher? Tell me what you said to her.”

He sighed as he buttoned and zipped his pants, at least glad to see the end of the most mortifying corner-time he’d ever experienced. “I told her I was nervous.”

“You told her you were nervous?”

She looked at Molly, who nodded her agreement. “Asher told me he was nervous, ma’am.”

“About tomorrow?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Asher. “About tomorrow.”

“Just what was Molly going to do?”

A surprising amount. She was always so kind to him. Sometimes she’d hold his hand, reassure him, let him be the little spoon, or rub his back. But in that moment, nothing. Maybe her fingers would touch his fingers for a second and maybe that would have been enough. “I don’t know, ma’am. But we saw a video of a judicial punishment a while ago. And… and… I’m just very nervous.”

Portia gave him a hug of forgiveness. “Well, it’s no wonder you’re so nervous. You shouldn’t have watched that. But I promise that I’ll do everything I can to keep you both safe. You just need to trust me completely tomorrow and do exactly as I tell you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

She stroked his cheek with some affection, and even gifted him with a slight smile. “Alright. You’ve been punished enough. Let’s go.”

He walked stiffly beside Molly and a couple of feet behind his mistress as they headed back to the car. Asher winced hard when he sat in the back seat on his incredibly sore bottom. Then every bump in the road thereafter made him grimace, whine, or squeal.

The Stay-Red lotion meant he’d feel freshly spanked for hours. It wasn’t a typical addition to punishment for simply speaking out of turn, but Portia was on edge today, even if she wouldn’t admit it. It was just that her anxiety came out quite a bit differently than Asher’s did.

“Tomorrow I’ll be sure to settle your nerves before we go. Both of you.”

That could mean any number of things, but Asher and Molly both decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, politely thanking her instead of inquiring further.

o0oBoth servants were restless the night before their big mission at Mrs. Bennett’s party. They snuggled together under the covers, sleeping in the same bed as they’d done for weeks now. Sadly, sleep was all they were allowed to do in bed.

“Are you still nervous?” asked Molly.

“So nervous.” As he knew he should be. As far as tomorrow would go, he had a far more dangerous job than Molly’s.

For a while she rubbed his back, just like he hoped. Then her hand slipped over his pyjama bottoms, rubbing him there too. “Does it still sting?”

“Only a little,” he said. “The lotion’s been fading since dinner.”

As it usually happened with his more serious punishments, once he had a little time and distance, the memory of it stimulated him intensely. Spanked in front of everyone, made to stand against the wall right there outside… Portia had such power over him. Thrilling. Just the thought made him want to moan. And now Molly’s hand rubbing circles over his slightly stinging cheeks only made him harder.

“If we pull this off tomorrow night, do you think she’ll reward us?”

“I don’t know how. She already gives us everything we could want.”

“There’s one thing I want that I can’t have,” said Molly. She slid a hand over the front of his pyjama bottoms now. He was already so hard, which amused Molly into a soft laugh. She stroked him with just her teasing fingertips. It had been eight or nine long days since his last release, and Asher was helplessly panting under her touch.

He rolled over to face her. They kissed for a while like teenagers again, knowing it wouldn’t and couldn’t go any further, but stealing what little moments of pleasure they could. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands went up her shirt.

“Mm, Asher,” she moaned, his palms softly squeezing the underside of her plump breasts. “I want you so much.”

“I want you too,” he said, pulling back from her mouth just long enough to catch his breath. Then he went back to kissing her, now slipping his hands down the back of her panties.

Molly squeezed and groped his ass too, pulling him closer and closer, until he helplessly rubbed himself into her thighs, even daring to grind between her legs. Just as soon as Molly began moaning loudly against his lips, he felt himself twitching, about to lose all control. He pulled his head back suddenly. “Oooh my God – no, no… wait!” he cried.

Molly was wise enough to listen, and she scooted back so they were fully separated, panting and staring longingly at one another. Once he was sure the moment had passed, Asher kissed Molly’s forehead the same way Portia often did to the two of them.

“One day,” she said, stroking his curly waves of hair.

“One day,” he agreed with a sigh.

Sleep was their only reprieve from frustration.

o0o”Close call last night,” said Portia, looking at her phone. Those wicked little smart-bands recorded everything.

Asher looked down, and both servants apologized.

“What happened?”

“We kissed, ma’am,” said Molly.

“And who instigated that?”

They both instigated that, but Asher found himself suddenly saying, “I did!” It may as well just be one of them who had to take a punishment, he decided.

As Portia tended to give punishments that fit the crime, he worried she’d rub the burning hot cream into his genitals again. It turned out she had other plans for his genitals, and rubbing them wasn’t part of it. “Couldn’t wait for this afternoon? I’ll teach you a lesson about waiting…”

She took him by his arm and pulled him into his bedroom.

“Please, no! I’ve been- I’ve already been waiting over a week, ma’am!”

Portia began stripping him, pulling off his shirt. “Apparently not, Asher.”

“But-”

“Hush,” she told him, continuing her work, unbuttoning his pants. “Do you need to be gagged as well?”

“No, ma’am.”

Once he was naked, she lay him on his side on his bed and cuffed his hands behind his back. Asher whimpered as she left the room, knowing she’d be back with something that would punish him. Being a submissive was always such a confusing mix of feelings, especially as far as taking real punishments.

He only waited two long minutes before her high heels preceded her entrance. At first it seemed as though she’d only come back with Molly by her side, but then he saw the plug in her hands. From experience he knew it would only hurt slightly, and only as it penetrated him, but this wasn’t about pain. She’d already said as much. This was a lesson about waiting.

Portia showed him a tiny remote control as he squirmed, cuffed and naked on the bed. “I’m going to set this to tease and leave it that way for a while.”

She had no confidence in his ability to orgasm from nothing more than stiff breezes. Asher was pretty sure she’d be the only one learning a lesson this afternoon – about what guys in their early twenties were capable of with the least amount of stimulation. Even after he was rolled to his stomach and felt the oil dripping over his hole, he felt sure that he’d finally get his long-awaited release in mere minutes.

Then came the first finger, pressing into him, sliding past his tight opening. Portia attempted to loosen him up, and he couldn’t help moaning with every thrust. There was no feeling like it in the world. Domination manifested into a physical sensation. Asher was panting in seconds.

A second finger filled him, his tight hole clenching around both, the slightest burn of the invasion settling into him. It felt so good. He was sure that if she kept doing this, fucking him with her fingers, he’d shoot his load just from that alone. His hips pushed his stiff manhood against the mattress only thrice before a sound spank lit up his bottom. “Stay still.”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

The plug slid in most easily after the tantalizing warm-up. That alone, his small hole being spread so wide to accommodate it at its thickest girth brought new waves of pleasure. He froze up, groaning just from being plugged at all, and then Portia used her remote to turn the device on.

It sent the lightest vibrations up through him. Too light. Instantly he had an urge to push the wicked little plug further inside of himself. It was far under where it needed to be, and too short to reach his prostate. The vibrations were also too weak to reach it, so Asher found himself squirming and tugging at the cuffs around his wrists.

Portia smiled at him, all wickedly, and Asher whimpered pathetically in response. She pat his head and told him to wait there, rolling him onto his side so that he couldn’t attempt to rub himself into the bed again like a naughty boy. Then she was off a moment. He only heard the sink and some doors opening and closing. Asher was already becoming frantic with his need for release. He whimpered like a dog upon seeing Portia come back inside.

“Not now, Asher,” she scolded him. “You’re still learning a lesson about control and discipline, aren’t you?”

He shut his eyes as he nodded, panting and beginning to perspire a little from his forehead.

Then she turned to Molly, putting some toys down on the end of the bed.

“Your turn, good girl. But you won’t need to wait. In fact, you can come as soon and as hard as you like. Again and again if you’re able.”

Asher watched, feeling very sorry for himself right now. He was in such a humiliating position with his filled bottom and hands cuffed behind his back, and as he watched Portia undress his beautiful girlfriend, it made matters even worse. He was dying for attention now, hard as a rock.

Molly lay back and moaned as Portia massaged some arousing oil into her full, heavy breasts. Her hands caressed the submissive girl up and down, easily sliding over her slick, oiled skin. It made one of her most beautiful features even more attractive.

Asher was so frustrated now already that he began to squirm and wriggle like a hooked worm until he ended up on his back, once in a while pushing his hips into the air as though some supernatural invisible force might stroke him.

“Oh, look at poor Asher,” cooed Portia. She slid an oily hand up his thigh and lifted it just before it would have touched his twitching erection.

“Pleeeeassee,” he panted. “Please, ma’am, pleeeease!”

“It’s only been ten minutes, sweetheart. How would you learn your lesson if I ended it so soon?”

He struggled against his binds again, both his wrists now tucked between his back and the bed. “I’ll be good, I’ll be good from now on!”

“All truly good boys should know by now that ladies come first,” she said, lifting up Molly’s skirt and lowering her panties, removing them.

Portia gently spread Molly’s legs and began to slide her lubricated fingers right over her hard button, making her moan loud. Then she took out a dildo, looking like a rigid man’s cock not dissimilar to Asher’s right now, and slid it over Molly’s lips until she opened her mouth to greedily receive it.

“Good girl,” said Portia. “Don’t you wish this was you, Asher? Being sucked hard, Molly’s tongue stroking you?”

“Aaahh, pleeeease,” he squirmed and writhed.

She removed the rubbery dick from Molly’s mouth and slid it down to her vagina, swirling it against her wet entrance. “I bet you’d like this even better, wouldn’t you?”

“Ooh!” he groaned, and Molly’s squeaky gasp of intense pleasure matched his pitiful complaint. Portia slid the dildo gently inside her, and began a gradually increasing series of deep thrusts. With her free hand, she first enjoyed more of Molly’s breasts, stroking her and playfully pinching her nipples, before sliding her hand back down to rub two fingers in circles over her clit.

“Aahh!” moaned Molly. “Oooh! Yessss, ohh don’t stop, oh please…”

Asher couldn’t look away as Molly writhed under her touch, getting her pussy filled harder and harder with the toy, her panting moans haunting him, making him burn with need.

“Do you want to watch her come, Asher?”

He whined his misery out openly, not caring how pathetic he must look now. He knew he was sweating, all pink and flushed, constantly stuck wiggling as he couldn’t help but repeatedly try to free his bound hands. It was torture, this dimly vibrating plug just keeping him teetering on the edge. It was like an aching, an itch, a pressure, building and building. Every passing minute he found himself somehow more aroused, more on the edge, than the minute before.

Now Molly was making those sounds he’d grown so familiar with, her little squeaky gasps growing closer and closer. Her back was arched and her toes curled. “Please, please can I come,” she begged her mistress.

“Yes, sweetheart,” said Portia.

“Ah!! AH! AH!” she began a series of high-pitched squeals that devolved into intense, hard panting. She shook with the pleasure.

Beside them both, Asher’s poor cock was now just leaking, something it only did rarely, in the most dire of moments. His rectum was somehow getting used to the soft vibrations of the teasing plug, so it was even less likely to draw him over the edge. He thought that if Portia didn’t attend to him and allow him to come that he might actually start to cry from the pure frustration.

“Was that good, dear girl?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” she said, still all trembly.

“Do you want that again?”

Asher whimpered hard, his leaking erection just twitching in the air.

Molly looked at him with such pity. “Well… yes… but Asher-”

“Don’t worry about that naughty boy. He’s not going anywhere, is he?”

Portia adjusted the plug in him, twisting it, turning it, and pushing it in and out. That alone had him moaning loud and begging for release once more. She flipped the vibrations up one level, but left him again, unattended, his manhood achingly untouched.

Now he was heading back to hovering just before the edge again with the increase in sensation, and Portia was pulling out another vibrating toy, but for Molly. “You’re such a good girl,” she told Molly. It was the way to the servant girl’s heart, telling her things like that. She was blinking up at Portia with such pure affection. “You’ll come again, and then it will be Asher’s turn.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said, and then moaned hard as the vibrator pleasured her recovered clit. Women had it so much better as far as refractory periods, Asher decided. If he was one, he’d never leave the bedroom.

This time, instead of the dildo, Portia slid her oiled fingers into Molly’s wet opening, which made both Molly and Asher moan hard. Every new thrust in made Molly gasp and groan, pushing her hips up.

He couldn’t help but hope she’d come fast and hard, like he most certainly would the very second he had the chance. Molly was enjoying all Portia’s attention, and also seemed to enjoy watching her teased, tied, and plugged boyfriend squirm around in his intense unfulfilled desire.

“Oooh, oh my God,” she said. She closed her eyes again as the sensations built in her. At this, Portia adjusted the remote by her side, turning Asher’s plug’s power on to a slightly higher level. He felt the pulsing, deep pleasure engulfing him. She seemed to increase the power on Molly’s toy simultaneously, judging by her sudden sharp little squealing gasps.

Asher was sure he’d just explode over the edge from the vibrations inside him, but if anything it just edged him harder. Now a tear or two slid down his flushing pink cheeks as he begged pathetically, “Please, ma’am, please, I can’t take it anymore, plleeeeasse, please, I’m begging, I’ll do anything!”

“Aw, poor boy needs to be milked,” she said, but still her hand didn’t reach for him. “Are you just dying, sweetie?”

“Yeesssss!” he cried out dramatically, wiggling like mad over the comforter.

“Shh, you’ll get your turn eventually.”

He gasped and moaned pitifully, trembling with the combination of being internally overstimulated and externally very under-stimulated.

Molly writhed as much as he did now, her second orgasm building hard, as though her first was only practice. Her muscles were taut, her skin pink with arousal, her head thrown back. Her moans were turning into frantic little screams as she neared. She begged, “Please, can I-”

Asher begged too, right over his lovely Molly’s request, “Please, ma’am! Please!”

“Come for me, Molly,” she said. Asher screamed his frustration out through gritted teeth, and Molly screamed her pleasure openly. It was a long orgasm, with a long build, and she was gasping and clutching the comforter, lost in her intense climax.

As soon as she stopped spasming hard between her legs, Portia settled her down, kissed her hair, and then moved to Asher. This time she drizzled that oil right over his desperate, ignored and aching rock-hard dick. He twitched just from that. The hand that just helped Molly come so hard, twice as he watched, now reached for him, stroking him up and down. “There you go,” she cooed, milking him expertly. She massaged his full length in her warm hand as he lost himself to the pleasure, his eyes rolling back as he moaned loudly.

It felt so unbelievably good. Barely seconds had passed before Asher felt himself about to tip over the edge he’d been so precariously kept balanced upon for so long now. He asked his permission in a garbled and nonsensical string of syllables mixed with panting moans.

Portia understood, likely just from his body language alone. She hugged him close and milked him even faster, “Come, Asher.”

He obeyed that command easily, the long-awaited orgasm charging through him like a freight train. His moans were nearly screams as he tensed his muscles, coating his own stomach as the spasming waves peaked.

He was weakened into sudden sleepiness by the end, panting at the ceiling. Portia leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Bet you weren’t worrying about tonight that whole time.”

She was right, as usual.

o0oThey had been left to their own devices once they were cleaned up. Portia needed to join Nick in preparing for the party. So Asher and Molly comforted one another with warm snuggles.

“She did that to me before too you know,” said Molly. “Edged me like that. It feels like the worst thing ever until it’s over and then it turned out it was actually the best thing ever.”

Asher’s stomach was going all fluttery again. This moment felt a little like edging too, waiting and waiting for relief. This time he needed relief from the anxiety, relief that it was all over, and that he wasn’t going to prison or to be judicially punished. Or worse, both.

“I hope it’s the best thing ever when it’s over,” said Asher. “I don’t care that much about rich people blackmailing each other, but at least Sean’s contract will be legally broken and he’ll be safe.”

“I want Sean to be safe too.”

“Are you worried about you and Sean and Mr. Darrow tonight?”

“Oh, don’t remind me!” whined Molly. Nick was going to spank her tonight at the party, and it would be humiliating in front of so many guests. But it was just part of their plan. Nick needed her as a gateway to get Sean over his lap – or more precisely, he needed Sean’s wrist and smart-band hidden completely under his own hand. Pairing him up for a joint punishment with Molly would make it justified and somewhat expected.

“Sorry,” said Asher. “If it helps, the last time I was spanked unfairly, at the grocery store, Mrs. Darrow gave me an entire week of extra pay. Maybe you’ll get more since it’ll be even worse than that.”

“That does help,” said Molly. “And Mr. Darrow spanking me is kind of exciting. He’s so, you know, powerful. But I’m still nervous, though. I don’t want us to be judicially punished if we screw this all up.”

Asher kissed the back of her shoulder and made a promise. “We won’t be! We had so much practice. We can do this.”

“We can do this,” she agreed.

“And Mrs. Darrow wouldn’t really let that happen to us, would she?”

“I don’t think so,” said Molly. “No, she wouldn’t hurt us like that, or use us, right?”

“No,” decided Asher. “No, never.”

o0oMr. and Mrs. Darrow and both servants were stood just outside Mrs. Bennett’s mansion, on a literal red carpet that had been rolled out to greet her and all the other esteemed guests.

Portia dusted them off like two statues. Asher figured she was nervous now, fawning over them like this. If they didn’t pull this off tonight, even without being caught, they might not have another big chance for months.

“Ready?” asked Portia.

Asher and Molly nodded.

There was a tiny, folded slip of paper hidden between Asher’s socked foot and the inside of his polished uniform shoe. It had all the information he’d need to steal the right videos once he had the chance. Every little step up to that mansion’s huge front door reminded him of what was on the line tonight. It felt like stage fright.

For the first hour, Asher stood there beside Molly, gathered with the dozen other servants. Their backs were to the wall, and they could only amuse themselves by taking in their surroundings. The mansion itself was old-fashioned, full of jewel-tones and gold. Oriental rugs decorated the floor and expensive, unusual trinkets adorned every nook and cranny. One would think vampires dwelled here.

Asher tried to distract himself by watching the guests. It proved to be less amusing than he’d hoped. Billionaire parties were nothing but clumps of well-dressed people murmuring and holding wine glasses and poorly pretending to laugh at one another’s quips.

Finally, the catering team asked Asher, along with all the others, to serve trays of hors d’oeuvres. The normal and benign request made his heart skip a beat. This was the cue for Sean and Molly to start phase one of the plan.

Asher’s pulse raced as the billionaires picked over the contents of his tray. His eyes drifted over to Sean and Molly, watching them secretly coordinate with little glances behind their backs. The two were purposefully positioning themselves to back up into each other, with Nick at the centre of the future calamity. It was something they’d never had a chance to practice with each other, and if this part of the plan failed, the entire plan would fail in turn.

Asher practically held his breath, waiting, and then… bang! The clatter of metal trays colliding was so loud that Asher jumped, nearly dropping his own entire tray on an unsuspecting woman. That was not part of the plan, so he raced to correct the problem, apologizing repeatedly in terror. Luckily, not one pate landed in anyone’s lap, and everyone was busy turning their heads to watch the actual drama play out.

“Molly!” said Nick. “And you, boy! Look where you’re going!”

He had to pretend not to know Sean’s name, as there’d be little reason for it. The Darrows did plan this out to the minutest detail, which was a comfort, considering what would happen if they were caught.

The two servants at once got on their hands and knees, assuming the most subservient pose not only to pick up what had fallen, but to plead for mercy. “I’ll watch where I’m going from now on, sir!” said Molly.

“You’ll be watching the corner for the rest of the hour!” declared Nick. “Same for you, young man!”

“Sean, you’re in deep trouble! You bad, bad boy,” said Mrs. Bennett. She fished into her bag for his paddle, making the poor thing cower, picking up the fallen food even more quickly.

Nick’s dominance was a natural sort, the kind most successful businessmen have. He made sure to take control of the situation long before it could get out of hand. “No need, no need. I’m going to take care of their punishments myself,” he stated, leaving no room for debate.

“Oh please,” begged Sean. “Please no, sir! I really am sorry!”

One needn’t be surprised by Sean’s Oscar-winning performance, looking at the sheer size of Nick. His whole body was large, the strong sort rather than the hefty sort, and his hands were no exception. The servant boy’s anxiety over his impending punishment was genuine.

This might also have been what allowed Mrs. Bennett to accept the situation. She knew Nick would be more than capable of disciplining Sean to the fullest extent. And, in her mind, she almost certainly thought that being spanked over a man’s lap would be the ultimate humiliation for a young male servant. Portia had once divulged that Mrs. Bennett had no inkling her servant boy was gay. It was her own lap that brought Sean pure shame and no pleasure.

“Ladies first,” said Nick. He pointed one finger to Molly and pointed to his lap. “You know what to do.”

Any murmuring groups were now silent, watching as Molly lay over Nick’s large lap. She sighed in resignation or fear, or both. And that was her only utterance of complaint.

Usually the wives spanked all the servants while the men busied themselves with their own dalliances, so the guests enjoyed the novelty of this moment. It was a rare sight to behold.

Molly was such a petite young woman that she looked particularly helpless over Nick’s muscled legs and wide lap. Her hands just barely found the rug below to grip for dear life. It wouldn’t be a fake spanking she’d endure, as it would be far too obvious to the attendees with servants of their own. Molly looked pained already, her eyes squeezed shut.

Nick lifted her skirt and couldn’t help but to mug a grin to Portia, the usual disciplinarian. Then, in front of all these party guests, Nick slowly slid her panties to her ankles, baring her before a far worse crowd than even Asher endured at the shopping village. Molly moaned out her shame. Agreeing to something didn’t necessarily prevent humiliation.

“You’ve got to look where you’re going, girl,” Nick scolded her, rubbing her bottom in preparation for her chastisement. “I quite like this suit! And you’ve probably ruined it!”

Molly’s voice was shaky. “I’m sorry, sir!”

Nick rose his hand up and spanked the centre of her bottom, both cheeks smacked at once. It drew a little surprised squeak. Again and again his large hand rose and came crashing down to deliver another sound spank to her posterior. He spanked slowly but shockingly soundly. Molly kicked and struggled within seconds, and her bottom began to go a bright pink.

“I’m sorry, sir! Ah! Please! AHH! I’m sorrrrry!”

“Let’s make sure of that,” said Nick.

Sean was left to stand there anxiously by Nick’s side, waiting in line for his own turn over the man’s knees. That too was a type of little misery and Asher knew it well. Yet another reason to feel sorry for the guy.

Asher’s heart also went out to Molly, who was not handling her spanking well at all. She flailed and writhed under Nick’s strong grip, now kicking hard. Her cheeks had turned a real red under his hand, no longer a blushing pink. She tried to wiggle free, more instinct than intent. Every fresh spank drew a new yelp, and after a while, it became obvious to all that Molly was crying her heart out.

It didn’t take too long to get her bottom the shade of dark red it was now, and Nick finished up by rubbing her, as though attempting to fix the damage the whole purposeful scene had caused the poor girl. “Alright,” he said, his voice tinged with a little sadness. No one wants to make a girl cry. “Alright, you’ve learned your lesson. Get into the corner, Molly.”

“Yes, sir!” she sniffled. Portia helped her along the way, keeping her in the main room and leaving her in a fairly conspicuous spot. Eyes on Molly’s perky red bottom were eyes that wouldn’t be on Portia, tapping strangely on her phone as her husband spanked a servant boy.

“Hands up, boy,” said Nick, unbuckling Sean’s belt.

Once the servant boy’s hands were above his head, he was embarrassingly stripped below the waist for all to see. His pants were yanked down and Nick had no qualms about lowering his underwear as well.

At some point during this, the whole scene became rather paternal. Nick helped the younger man position himself over his lap, and then scolded him just as he’d scolded Molly. Calm but firm. Sean became stoic now, only agreeing, Yes, sir or Sorry, sir to each of Nick’s admonishments.

Nick spanked him even more soundly than Molly, and all for a good reason. He needed the normally unflappable servant to break down and cover his bottom with his hand. But not so soon as to draw suspicion. So, for what seemed like an entirely too long thirty seconds, Nick disciplined the poor guy until he was wiggling and yelping. Asher was sure it was genuine, as Nick delivered such firm spanks that each one reverberated through the large room like a gunshot.

A short distance away, Miles was watching. Asher had only met Mrs. Bennett’s personal assistant once before, discovering then that he was also Sean’s secret lover. The young man stared, unblinking, his eyes affixed to the scene in horror. It seemed he felt every spank Sean took, as he winced with every last one. A true sign of his deep affection, his own fate was forever tied to Sean’s. Watching him suffer under Mrs. Bennett’s hand must have been a daily nightmare.

“I’m sorry, sir, please no more!” said Sean, at last covering his bottom with his free left hand.

“I’m not through with you yet, boy!” shouted Nick. “Stay still!” Playing out his plan, he took Sean’s entire wrist, hiding his soon-to-be flashing, syncing smart-band safely under his meaty paw.

Portia had only tapped her phone once or twice, certainly unnoticeable to most guests. So far, everything had gone swimmingly. But now they had to wait until the data sync was complete, and the whole while Sean would be spanked just as hard as before.

His wall of silence broken, Sean whined and squirmed now as Nick continued the stinging slaps that turned the servant boy’s bottom an angry, hot pink. Sean appeared determined to free his hand, the one thing that would save him from ever having to be spanked this hard again. His body seemed to have a mind of its own, forgetting the grand scheme, trying to flee Nick’s lap. Luckily, Nick was more than capable of keeping even a bucking young man locked in place to receive every last spank.

Asher became worried as Sean’s bottom began to glow red. It seemed to be taking too long. All of it – Sean’s severe spanking and the syncing data alike. He fretted that something had gone wrong with the little program Molly and he had designed. Maybe they hadn’t tested it enough. His heart raced again, picturing himself over that sloping padded bench he saw in that video, getting his sensitive bottom severely thrashed by a professional judicial punishment officer.

At long last, Portia relayed her quick signal to Nick, adjusting her sitting position to cross her legs. He stopped a couple of spanks after that, leaving Sean limp over his knees. His entire backside was as red as a tomato, and he was sniffling. Heartbreaking as it was, this might have been the only reason why Mrs. Bennett didn’t insist on punishing him as well. She did make him stand right beside Molly, though, making sure he felt the full extent of his post-spanking disgrace.

It was a relief that stage one was complete, but this meant at any moment Portia would spring the next part of the plan on Asher. She’d set his smart-band off, and he’d have to try his best to act as well as Molly and Sean just did, faking a fainting spell.

For now, the party resumed. There came the din of murmuring crowds again, and Molly and Sean stood posed against the wall in their humbling positions. His appetizer tray was soon picked clean, so he was heading to stand by the wall when a familiar voice made him turn.

“Hey, Asher.”

Remie. His old private school classmate. The girl who sat across from him in chemistry, teased him now and then, and then married a billionaire twice her age.

“Hello, ma’am,” he said, remembering his place. Everyone aside from other servants was to be addressed as such.

“Have you been a good boy for your mistress, hmm?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Not what I heard. You got spanked outside a dress shop yesterday.”

He swallowed, going pink, but didn’t want to cause trouble. It was best if eyes were off him completely until his big moment later on. “Yes, ma’am. I was spanked yesterday.”

“Pretty embarrassing for you, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His eyes searched for help. Portia, Nick, or Miles. He’d take any help he could find. No one was coming to rescue him, however.

“Poor boy,” said Remie. She leaned close, practically hugging him. Her hands slid down his back, then rubbed his backside teasingly. Shuddering, Asher licked his lips. A little part of him enjoyed this mistreatment by one of the top contenders for prom queen back in their high school days. Her lips breathed hot against his ear, and then whispered something most peculiar and unexpected. “Miles told me the password has changed. The same one as before but backwards.”

When she backed away, she pinched his cheek. This time, the one on his face. Then she patted his head, and his own bright pink blush told the rest of the story to any onlookers. It sure looked like his old classmate just came to gloat over their dramatic difference in status.

“I hope you’re a good boy tonight,” she teased.

“I’ll be good, ma’am,” he said, soft and embarrassed.

The password is backwards. Why didn’t Miles tell Nick or Portia? All Asher could suppose was that none of the closest co-conspirators wanted to be seen talking privately to one another tonight. Miles was particularly skittish about that.

Eventually, so long into the night that a few couples had already departed, it seemed enough time had passed since the last time a servant from the Darrow household caused a major scene. Portia looked over her shoulder at him, checking him. Twice now. Sean and Molly had long since returned to their positions by the rest of the servants at the back wall, fully clothed but still looking shamefaced. Asher’s hands felt shaky already. This was it. Any second now.

Portia had her phone out, appearing to remind Nick of some event using her camera roll. And then, quick as could be, she ran a little hacked applet Molly created, signalling a false medical emergency in his smart-band. The thin strip of silicone on his wrist began to buzz and flash bright red, beeping loudly. Several servants nearby startled, but Asher could only do what he’d rehearsed again and again. He swayed a little, rolled his eyes up, and forced himself to go down fast and hard, only hoping Sean would be quick enough to catch him.

Sean tried, but Asher went right through his arms on the way to the floor. About a dozen witnesses gasped in shock, and he wanted to join them all. It really hurt to fall that hard, especially due to the way he landed directly on his shoulder. But he held back his cry of pain. As he lay as still as could be, he decided that it probably looked even more realistic.

Things happened quickly after that. Asher heard heavy, fast footsteps coming his way. “Don’t worry everyone,” said Nick. “He does this sometimes. Has womanly fits.”

After that embarrassing phrasing, Nick came over to make it even worse. He stuck one muscled arm under Asher’s legs and another under his upper back. With some horror, Asher realized Nick was going to bridal-carry him. All he could do was stay completely limp as Nick all too easily scooped him up, bringing him to another room.

“Hurry,” said Nick, just as soon as Asher was deposited onto something soft. “I don’t think you’ll have much time. The old bat looked suspicious.”

He opened his eyes now that the coast was clear, taking in his surroundings. It was a small room, lit by only one lamp, featuring some armchairs and couches and a mirror-topped liquor cabinet. They were far enough away from the party that he could barely hear any of the fake laughter at all now. “I’ll hurry,” he promised. “Is there a Mr. Bennett? I haven’t seen him all night.”

“A few years ago the man escaped with his life, bless his soul, but she refused to sign the divorce papers. Now go, boy, you won’t have a better chance than now. She’s busy saying all her goodbyes.”

“Yes, sir.”

Nick stayed with him for just long enough to show some concern for his supposedly ailing servant boy. He crossed his arms and watched as Asher began his practiced routine, using the paper hidden in his shoe to find every event at the right date, time, and camera location. He saw that Portia’s assistant Raj, the one who wrote all this out, had left him a little message in his neat cursive. You’ll do great! That kindness brought him an extra bit of courage and hope.

With the password Miles provided, and knowing it was backwards now thanks to Remie, getting into the security system was easy. The only difficulty was how long it took each file to download. The cameras recorded videos like they were going to be released for theatres. Needlessly large files.

“It’ll take twenty to thirty minutes,” guessed Asher. Nick sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Alright,” he said. “Keep going. You absolutely can’t miss a single one.”

“Sir…” asked Asher. He couldn’t help but notice that the very first video he downloaded didn’t depict Sean being punished too severely, but instead featured some kind of conversation between Mrs. Bennett and some decrepit old man.

“Yes?”

“Is this really about Sean and-”

“Obey your orders, boy,” he said cooly. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your mistress.”

“Yes, sir,” he said, contrite and quiet again.

Asher focused on the downloading files, mentally willing them to hurry. More and more people were leaving the party, now in little groups at a time. He heard the occasional increase in volume as guests headed past his room and out the main entrance.

Twenty-five minutes passed like this, his heart speeding simply while watching blue bars with increasing percentages. The current file was taking forever to download, and there was still one more video to find.

Then he heard the footsteps.

High heels. Usually it signified Portia was on her way, but all the ladies were wearing them to this party. The door swung open, and Asher slid the phone and slip of paper into his pocket. Mrs. Bennett peered in at him, her hands on her hips.

“I know what you’re doing in there, boy.”

He looked up at her, stricken with horror. How did she know? Someone ratted them out. They must have.

“You have quite a scheme going. How do you do it? Hold your breath until the smart-band goes off? Then you fake a collapse and get to lounge around for as long as you like.”

He looked down, hiding his relief that she didn’t quite understand. Unfortunately, he now saw his phone creating a glow through his pants. If she grabbed that phone to see what he was doing, it would all be over.

The only idea he had was reckless and stupid and if this wasn’t about helping Sean like he thought, and about some more petty billionaire drama, he’d be risking it all for nothing. Too many of the videos showed cryptic visits with people he didn’t recognize. But why would Portia keep the truth from him? What was she hiding?

“Well boy?” asked Mrs. Bennett. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Um,” he cleared his throat. “Well, ma’am…”

He thought of Portia. What kindness she’d shown him and Molly both, even when she punished them. Would she really just use him after all that? Would she so maliciously deceive him?

Maybe he was being naive, but Asher decided she wouldn’t.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said quietly. “You’re right. I did it on purpose. I held my breath. My legs were so tired standing there all night and I just-”

“I’ve heard enough!” she scolded him. “Portia clearly doesn’t spank you very hard if this is how you act. So I’m going to teach you a good lesson about playing sick. Come with me!”

This couldn’t happen now, he knew. He had to get the final file. Nick said he couldn’t miss a single one. His plan wasn’t great, and would get his bottom into even more hot water, but it was all he had.

Asher suddenly pushed past Mrs. Bennett and took off, as though in childish terror of his punishment. Now he was running blindly through the mansion, his shoes sometimes slipping over all the ornate carpets, knowing Mrs. Bennett was going to send someone after him. Ladies like her didn’t run or give chase, especially not in heels.

Only two turns at this speed made him lost and disoriented, and he drew attention to himself with all the running. The caterers, cleaning in the kitchen, looked up at him. It seemed to them that he was a thief, as they began yelling, “Stop! Stop!” He turned another corner, finding himself in a dead end. The best place to hide was by a couch, so he rolled himself right under it, yanking his phone and paper from his pocket to finish the last download.

He scrolled the dial to August, as footsteps neared. Then he flicked a finger up only once to the second day of the month. Voices sounded. “Where is he?”

“He has to be in one of these three rooms. I’ll check the bathroom.”

His fingers shook a little now, but he found the one p.m. time slot, and now just had to choose the camera. There were at least fifty different cameras indoors and out, and they weren’t in alphabetical order. He had to keep scrolling. Dining room, dining room… he repeated in his head, scrolling through the list.

“There he is!” he heard.

Someone grabbed him by his ankles, and he fought against them to find that last surveillance recording and complete his job. Clinging to the foot of the couch with one hand, his free hand finally found the right camera. He pressed download and clicked his phone’s screen off. Then he slid everything back into his pocket and rolled out from under the couch, surrendering himself.

The caterers that helpfully chased him down soon had his hands pinned behind his back, frog marching him away from the kitchen area and down the long corridor again. Nobody paid any attention to his phone or his pocket. “We got him!” called the head caterer.

There were very few people left, as hardly anyone could suffer Mrs. Bennett’s company for long. Only the Darrow household remained, alongside Sean and Miles.

“Asher,” said Portia. She sounded disappointed, but her eyes didn’t truly agree. “You were malingering? Running from your spanking? Pushing Mrs. Bennett? Is that all true?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, playing along.

“Well! I am truly sorry for my servant boy’s insolent behaviour, Prudence. The moment we get home, I’ll get his paddle and teach him some manners.”

“He ought to be thoroughly thrashed. Right here and now! Then the judicial officers can do with him what they will.”

Asher paled, and it was very real this time. But no brief bout of unconsciousness would come to blanket him into safety. He swivelled his head from Mrs. Bennett to Portia to Nick. No one spoke a word in his defence. After all that, after all he risked to help them out. He trusted the Darrows, and this was going to be his repayment?

Mrs. Bennett had taken him by the arm, and before he knew it he was being bent over the couch. Her hands were around his belt, unbuckling, and then unbuttoning and unzipping so rapidly. She had quite a lot of practice with poor Sean. All too quickly his pants and underwear were around his ankles, and the cool air kissed his shivering skin.

Her foot kicked his legs wide apart, and her hand pushed him down further against the couch cushions. His bottom was up prominently now, and his legs spread to an embarrassing degree. All his possible dignity drained out of him. He was nothing more than a helpless servant boy at her mercy.

“Sean, fetch the heavy cane!”

There was a strange, uncomfortable silence for a few long seconds, before Sean acquiesced. “Yes, ma’am.”

Asher then felt the sting of Mrs. Bennett’s flat palm delivering sharp spanks to his posterior. It burned hot, and still paled in comparison to the betrayal sinking past his heart and into his stomach. Hot tears began to spill down his cheeks, and before he knew it he was weeping through a simple hand-spanking, before the cane had even once touched his flesh.

A loud ding broke through the heavy moment, startling Mrs. Bennett into freezing her hand over his bottom instead of adding another spank to his rosy cheeks.

“What was that?”

“Asher!” scolded Portia. But that was Molly’s phone, he was sure of it! How unfair, yet again. “I told you that if you didn’t mute that phone during work hours, you’d lose it for a month. I’ve absolutely had it with you today.”

She fumbled around his pants, pooled at his ankles, and retrieved it. The whole confusing event only made him cry harder. He remembered how she’d given the expensive phones to him and Molly both to settle them into their new roles. It was like a promise that life wouldn’t be so bad there with her, as long as they behaved and listened. Now she’d taken that little security away, and he was left confused and frightened and more alone than he’d felt in ages. His stomach began to ache from all the sobbing, though it didn’t seem to stop Mrs. Bennett from continuing to warm his backside. Nothing made sense to him anymore.

Sean’s arrival was marked with a scolding and another break in his spanking. “What is this? Sean! That’s the lightest cane we have. I said he was due for a real thrashing. You can just bend over the couch beside him. Miles! Get the heavy cane!”

The man, mild-mannered and just as dapper as Portia’s own personal assistant, didn’t obey his order. There was no Yes, ma’am and no footsteps.

“No,” said Nick. “He won’t.”

“The boy needs to learn a lesson. His behaviour tonight was abhorrent!”

“He’s done nothing wrong,” said Portia. “Aside from pushing you out of his way, for which he’s just been soundly spanked, he was following my orders.”

Asher looked up at last, seeing his mistress through a veil of squirming tears. The pain in his heart began to ease as he prayed his ears were hearing what he thought and hoped. She must have only taken his phone earlier to ensure he’d downloaded all the videos.

“Following orders?” she gasped. “Explain yourselves.”

“Come here, Asher,” said Portia, ignoring Mrs. Bennett for the time being.

The servant boy was so relieved that scampered to her side whilst pulling up his pants. The two ignored Mrs. Bennett, flustered and floundering. Portia hugged Asher tight and stroked his hair and pat his back. “There there,” she soothed him. “You’re safe, sweetheart. My good boy.”

Now all his tears were ones of pure relief. He bent his head forward to lay it on her shoulder, soaking up her gentle touches. Through all of his own weeping, he had trouble taking in what Portia said next. It was a long string of names, most of which followed “Senator” and “Representative” and even once or twice “Justice.” From what he could gather, some were victims of her blackmailing enterprise, and some were helping provide her with the videos or pictures.

Mrs. Bennett made very little reply, quietly crossing her arms. “You can’t prove any of that. These are all completely unfounded allegations! Get out of my home!”

“Gladly,” said Nick.

Asher couldn’t quite believe it, that they were just going to leave and let her find a way to cover it all up again, but he knew better than to disobey by now. So he just followed along, and Molly took his hand to comfort his intense emotions even further.

Just outside the mansion, they were met with a couple of agents who looked about as official as it could get. Asher guessed maybe they were from the FBI, especially considering that Mrs. Bennett wasn’t the only one with connections. Nick and Portia apparently had such confidence in their servants that they called them in advance.

The men brushed past them as they headed into the still-open front door.

o0oThe next morning, Sean and Miles sat at the kitchen table across from Molly and Asher. The two young men held hands as they ate, enjoying their newfound freedom and safety.

Portia had hired them onto her own estate, especially considering how much help they were to the cause. After their day off today, Miles was going to organize her staff and take the extra responsibility off of her own personal assistant Raj, and Sean would no longer be a servant, but just a handyman the Darrows would keep on call. If anyone ever spanked him again, it would only be Miles, and only with all his permission.

The plan last night had been a complete success, down to Miles giving a lot of the blackmailing evidence over to the agents, aside from a couple now-destroyed pictures of Nick Darrow and a floor cleaning bot, of course.

Now that the videos were uploaded to the proper authorities, Asher had the hard, rectangular security blanket in his hand once more. All was made right again in his world. Though, not so much in Mrs. Bennett’s world.

It was all over the news already that she’d been arrested. First it was listed that she’d been charged with abusing her servant. Now, this morning, the headlines were updated to include her blackmailing scheme. The political world was a mess, and Asher wished he understood more about that and what it would mean.

He planned to find Portia to inquire more after breakfast, but she found him and Molly instead. “My darlings,” she said, kissing their heads. “You did so well. Have I told you that already?”

Twice since last night. But they thanked her for the third time.

“Ma’am, was this your plan?” asked Asher. He showed her an article from a news site, and Portia squinted at it to look. The piece spoke of talks to repeal a lot of the laws that allowed for the Robotics Revolution to get so out of hand, causing so many jobs to be decimated in such a short period of time. Many of those who voted for them were caught up in the scandal in some form or another.

“Well, Asher, all I know is that depressions are very bad for business. Even Darrow-Tech. And if the government has a good excuse to reexamine what led them to this point, then who am I to stop them?”

That was as close as she’d get to saying that she, like Asher, didn’t at all enjoy watching people starve, go homeless, and become violent. She patted his hair and quickly moved on to more personal matters instead. After all, she had a reputation to uphold.

“Now, we need to talk. Just us three.”

Sean and Miles took the cue to head outside for a stroll on the sprawling estate grounds. It seemed impossible for either young man to let go of the other’s hand.

“So, you know by now that you were hired under false pretenses. I needed you to do this job, and you did very well with it. But now it’s done. So if you do not wish to remain in servitude here, Nick and I both understand. We’ll break the contracts, offer you a severance package, and Nick can return you to your old jobs at Darrow-Tech. But you’re also invited to live here just as before, continuing your five years as my servants. By that time, surely the country will be in a much better place. Either way, the choice is yours.”

Molly and Asher looked at each other, not taking considerably long to think it over. Both went to their mistress and snuggled under the embrace of her open arms. “I want to stay,” said Molly first, and Asher repeated the same words directly after her. Portia cuddled them both close until all three had had their fill of affection.

“But,” said Asher. “Maybe uh- maybe with a slight change in our rules?”

“Just a couple of rule changes?” asked Molly sweetly.

“I’m listening…” said Portia.

o0oMolly and Asher were under the covers, naked, pressing their hot flesh against one another and locked in an endless kiss. Their moans were no softer or less enjoyable now that their expression of love was fully allowed.

He rolled on top of her, kissing her breasts, his tongue rolling gently over her nipples. Molly’s head was back, her eyes shut, and she pushed herself against his warm mouth.

One hand slid down between her legs, and he stroked soft fingers over her hairless mound, finding her clit to tease as his tongue continued lapping at her pillowy breasts. She was moaning as he worshipped her, doing his very best to please her. His erection lay ignored and twitching.

Her slit was soaking wet now, and two of his fingers easily slid inside. She cried out loudly as he thrust them inwards slowly, building momentum, simulating what his neglected cock might do if finally allowed.

“Mmm, Asher, ooh,” she moaned.

Hearing his name on her tongue was a lovely sound, especially the way she panted it out. He kissed down her stomach and dutifully pleasured her with his tongue now, trying to hear that sweet sound again.