:: Spanking Belinda {"position":"150,3090"} You stare down at her bottom which the little tease has the audacity to be wriggling around on your knee. You start off with some warmups with an open, flat hand both to prepare her and your hand<> and to lull her into a false sense of security<>. She just makes some low throaty moans<> and you can feel the wetness from her crotch on your thigh<>. You gradually start increasing the force of your blows, alternating cheeks, until her butt starts turning nicely pink under your hand. She moans and <>the wetness on your thigh increases<>you can feel the dampness from her crotch on your skin through your <>sweatpants<><>slacks<><>dress<><>. You get harder and harder until she starts squealing and yelping. You thrill to the sound of her applause; the little tease knows she's getting spanked now! You know you haven't hurt her much yet, but your hand is getting a little sore, so you imagine she's feeling a nice burn in her buttocks. "Okay, stand up," you say. She stands up so her back is to you and you can admire your handiwork. "Is that all, Mistress?" <>"Not even close. Now I want you to lie the other direction so I can use my left hand," you respond. She seems to shudder a bit, but the strong aroma of wet pussy coming from between her legs tells you that she can still take quite a bit more. When she drapes herself across your lap again, you start up with your left hand. Her squealing gets louder, the pink glow of her cheeks starts turning red under your hand, and her ass muscles start clenching even more than before. When she seems to need a little time to recover, you run your hand through her drooling pussy lips and wipe it off on her ass. She winces a bit. "All right, you tease," you say. "Now for the hairbrush." You relish her sharp intake of breath. You still remember the way Belinda treated you when you were a boy, teasing you and pushing you toward becoming a girl. Okay, maybe she was right and you are better off as a girl, but what gives her the right to make that judgment? You lay into her with the hairbrush and she puts up quite a howling, even half-heartedly struggling a little, though you're easily able to keep her on your lap. After a couple of dozen with the hairbrush, you stop. You can hear her quietly sobbing and you wonder if you went a bit too far. You let her off your lap and can see that her face is streaked with tears. Her eye makeup has run and she looks a bit like a raccoon: an extremely sexy raccoon. She throws herself into your arms and you quietly stand up and steer her onto the bed, stroking her hair gently and murmuring to her how proud you are of her. She's really crying hard now and says, "I'm so sorry, Mistress." You're surprised by this. "Sorry for what?" She buries her face in your chest and through her sobs, she says, "Well, I realized that you weren't punishing me for teasing you just now. You were punishing me for teasing you before. You know, when you were a boy. And I deserve it! I was very mean to you and I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be mean, you know. I just wanted what was best for you, but I just didn't think about how you must have felt. Please forgive me, Mistress." "Shh," you say. "Of course I forgive you, Belinda. I wouldn't have come out with you tonight if I didn't." "Oh, thank you, Mistress. You're too good to me, better than I deserve," she sniffles. "Don't be silly, Belinda," you say. The two of you make out and Belinda helps you out of your clothes.<>You stroke her ass and she flinches a little, but it's obviously not that bad. "I think so," you say. You stand up and she turns around. The two of you make out and she helps you out of your clothes. When you're nude, you steer her to the bed where the two of you make out some more.<> Belinda orally worships your body, discovering nerve ends for you that you had no idea you had. She eventually maneuvers you so you're sitting astride her face facing her feet in a classic 69 position while she licks your pussy with her nose buried in your ass. You wonder if she expects you to reciprocate, but <>you've never had your pussy licked before and Belinda is obviously quite expert so you decide to just enjoy yourself<>the attentions of Belinda's expert tongue invading your private parts is too intense for you to be able to concentrate on anything else<>. You pet her softly, rubbing her tits and stomach, while she labors beneath you.<><><><><> Soon, she rips an earth-shattering orgasm out of you, your body going into convulsions on top of her and you're even a bit afraid you might hurt her. When you finally manage to open your eyes, you notice that Belinda is furiously frigging herself with both hands. You watch in awe both at her speed and her precision. In less than a minute, she gives out what you think would have been a very loud cry, if it hadn't been muffled by your pussy, when she comes. You dismount her and look down at her face, smeared with tears, mascara, and your fluids, but smiling beatifically. "Was I good, Mistress?" she asks <>nervously<>teasingly<>. "<>Very good<>I've had better<>," you <>say earnestly<>tease her back<>. "<>Thank you. I'm glad,<>You lie!<>" she <>responds<>says, laughing<>. The two of you cuddle together until you both fall asleep.<><> [[Continue.|Sleep Night 3]]