The heavy woman grabs you be the arms and flips you over onto your stomach. The room sways slightly at the sudden motion thanks to the drink still coursing through you. You are quite certain, however, that when the bed sags, it isn’t from the headiness of the wine. Helga grabs your ankles and pulls you over her lap, eliciting a squeal of surprise. Helga’s thick legs are warm beneath your muscular stomach, while your hands and legs hang loosely off her lap. Her gut presses into your side like a large pillow. Turning your head, you feel oddly meek beneath the stern gaze of the older woman. Helga grins, revealing what she had been holding in her hand. You suck in a quick breath between your teeth.
It’s a paddle.
Helga smiles as she slowly raises the paddle high. With a clap she brings it down sharply on your ass, causing you to jolt in shock, but hold in any cries of pain.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” Helga scolds, raising the paddle and bringing it down again. “A very,”
Smack
“Bad,”
Smack
“Girl!”
As she cracks the paddle particularly harshly against your reddening cheeks you cannot help but cry out. Your tormentress laughs at that and resumes her ministrations.
Helga continues to spank you for some time after that, alternating between harsh and soft strikes. Eventually, the pain begins to fade and is replaced by pleasure. It’s so gradual; you don’t even realize you’re moaning until you catch yourself in the middle of one.
You flush in humiliation while Helga slowly puts down the paddle. “Oh! So, you like that hmm? I’m not surprised. After all, you are a slut, lusting after my husband. Trying to seduce him with that tight little whore suit of yours. If you’d gotten him into bed, you’d have probably gotten him to do the exact same thing as I am.”
“N-no! I mean…”
“Shhh, quiet now,” Helga says. She squirts some oil she had brought onto her palms before gently beginning massaging your sore ass cheeks. The act is undeniably demeaning. Yet, as that cream is slowly rubbed into your cherry red rear you can’t help but groan at the cooling feeling. Your face heats up as the weighty woman slides a finger along your crack, leaving a trail of the cooling cream all along it.
Noticing this gives Helga a strange smile, and she gently slides you off of her lap and back onto the bed. The weighty woman lifts herself up, mattress heaving as its relieved of its burden. She turns to face you, hands planted on her hips, one still holding the paddle. “It seems a good spanking isn’t going to teach you much, except how much of a little slut you are. No, looks like I have to try something else…” she says. You squirm uncomfortably. Your addled mind finds It difficult to place the look that comes into her eye, but you have a feeling you won’t like it.
At least, not at first. |