"But you mustn't cum yet. It is only to be a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down."
"Okay."
I ordered her to start and waited until she was into a steady rhythm before I commenced hitting her again. This time I was quite but not severely hard on her, but her bottom reddened quickly and beautifully and was slightly bruised at the end. She kept her side of the bargain, bearing up stoically and continuing to masturbate all through the spanking. She gave a delightful little yelp as each blow landed. It was music to my ears -- the splat of wood on her flesh, followed by the little yelp, and occasional sigh. I was almost wetting myself.
I hauled her to her feet and again took her to the mirror so she could witness her marks. Her whole bottom was a glorious palette of stripes and blotches, pinks, reds and faint purples. I would have to warn her about exposing herself until the marks had faded. What on earth would her mother and father think? Try and explain that away. A little bit tricky I think.
I took her back to the bed, pushed her onto her back and tied her to the four corners, tight enough to secure her, but allowing her some liberty of movement. All the while I was tying her down she looked into my eyes adoringly. I hadn't expected it to go this well. I'd secured her legs in such a way that would give her a certain range of movement, while still keeping her legs separated enough to expose her sweet cunt and leave it vulnerable to abuse and delicious sexual tease.
In fact I started on her right away, tickling her with a goose feather that I always carried in my travel bag. Without the encumbrance of pubic hair it was easy to affect a maddening tickle around the exterior of her vagina which had her squirming and giggling deliciously. I stopped to let her rest after about five minutes of sustained torment and took my light-blue twin-set off. First the cardigan and then the top so that I was just in my bra. It was hot work exciting a young girl to the point of orgasm, and teasing her to the point of insanity.
I then took up the feather again, carefully parted her pussy lips, and started work on her internally. When I passed the feather lightly over her clitoris her body jerked as if subjected to a sudden electric current. Her legs yanked at their bonds and her torso arched and writhed in a bid for freedom, but it was futile. I had secured her well, and satin is quite a resilient material. She pleaded for me to stop but I ignored her and pressed on. The juice was running freely from her vagina. It looked so inviting I would not for long be able to resist partaking of her delicious honey.
Her cries were becoming increasingly vociferous. I decided it would be safer to gag her. I didn't want any of my neighbours getting nosey.
I got my soiled panties from the drawer and teased her with them, rubbing them into her face, forcing her to sniff them, especially the gusset. Then I pinched her nose close so that eventually her mouth came open and I rolled the panties into a ball and stuffed her mouth with them. I tied another length of ribbon around her head to keep the gag in place and then I resumed my tickling of her poor defenceless pussy. I was really turned on by her frantic writhing and squirming as I took her to the very limits of madness and orgasm and then when I judged she'd could not take any more I tossed the feather aside and went down on her, my tongue taking over where the feather had left off, only this time I teased and stimulated her with an end in mind. Becky smelled and tasted divine, despite the traces of disinfectant I had applied earlir. Several times I took her to the very edge and then made her wait, but finally I allowed her cum, her juices running freely and soaking my chin. I could hear her muffled, joyous cries of relief as her pelvis arched. I scooped my hands under her sore bottom and pressed her cunt against my mouth and sucked the sweet fluid from her. There was an almighty shudder through her body as her long awaited orgasm consumed her.
She lay panting and red-faced. I let her rest and took my bra off and started kissing her mouth and whispering endearments into her pretty ears. Then when I judged her to be sufficiently recovered I clamped her nipples with two pink plastic clothes pegs. I could see her gasp behind the gag as the pain took hold. "Relax," I told her. "Your body will adjust to the pain in a moment or two and then you'll enjoy it."
When she had come to terms with the pain of pinched nipples I removed the gag.
I took my skirt and panties off so I was just in stockings and suspenders and straddled her, leaning forward from her pelvis so that my breasts tipped enticingly towards her mouth.
"Kiss them, Becky. Thank me for letting you cum."
She took each nipple in turn into her mouth and suckled me. The sensation made me incredibly wet. I smothered her momentarily with my boobs, making her fight for her breath. I don't know why smothering with one's breasts is such a turn-on, but it is.
I then relented and edged further up her body until my bush was tickling her cute little pointed chin. I rubbed myself against her as she fought to turn her face away. But my thighs locked her head and I was able to bring my pussy over her lips and nose. I hovered there, taking the weight on my knees, teasing her. "Smell, me, Becky. Smell your aunt's juicy cunt. I want you to lick me, the same as I did for you. After all, it's only fair, don't you think?"
She struggled briefly again to turn her head away to safety, but I held her face clamped uppermost and gradually lowered myself onto her mouth. "Lick me, Becky. Be a good little girl for your aunt." She fought for breath as I smothered her mouth with my hairy pussy.
"Paahh!" She spat against my pubes. "I can't do that, Aunt Kate. I just can't. Please don't make me."