Trevor nods again, this time smiling like a man with a plan. "I do. But first, let's give her a good pussy paddling." He stands up and runs upstairs, leaving me and Jocelyn alone for a moment.
Even with him gone, Jocelyn doesn't get off the floor; she looks at me excitedly. "Do you know what he's going to do to you?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "No, but I've got a good idea." A smile splits her face from ear to ear. "I'm glad it's you doing this, Nate," she tells me. "This is gonna be really exciting."
"Do you two do … this … a lot?" I ask, a little afraid of the answer.
"Not much," Jocelyn answers. "Most of the time I just answer the door, naked under the robe. People see a little more flesh than they were expecting and go on their way. But if they want to touch me or do something to me, I have to let them. Trevor says it's to teach me humility."
I nod, beginning to understand. "The ones that do touch you – do they make you come?"
She shakes her head vigorously. "You're the first."
Trevor comes back with a plastic stool and a little black bag. He sets the stool down in the middle of the living room; Jocelyn immediately stands up, slips the robe off, and sits on the edge of the stool with legs spread wide enough to bare her clitoris to the world.. Once more, I see her bald pussy, and now I see her trim little stomach and small but very real breasts, crimson nipples hard and pebbly. I can see the Oriental-style fish tattoo on her ankle, and the nipple piercing she's never shown me. It's the first time I've ever seen my cousin naked, or that I've ever really wanted to, and I drink in the sight of her.
Seeing me, Jocelyn blushes hot and I see her thighs move; I think she wants to close her legs, but she doesn't.
Trevor, meanwhile, sets the black bag down on the coffee table and takes out a white piece of plastic that looks something like a round kitchen spatula with a particularly long handle; I conclude this must be the special paddle he had mentioned. The hitting surface of it has little holes cut out for maximum velocity. I pick the thing up and give it a few flicks in the air. The handle seems solid, though the plastic is surprisingly light and springy, so that it whizzes through the air with a sound as sharp as I imagine its contact would be. I set it down and look at Jocelyn with a grin, and say, "I'm glad it's you getting hit with that thing and not me."
"Gee, thanks, Nate," she says sarcastically.
Trevor takes out a little block of wood wrapped in leather; Jocelyn automatically opens her mouth. Trevor puts the bit in her mouth and takes up the paddle. "Usually," he explains casually, "I find the best angle for this is to stand behind her and paddle downward. Do you want to do it first, or me?"
I look at the paddle, then at him, then at Jocelyn. "You show me how it's done," I answer. I sit down on the edge of the couch, ready for my first lesson in paddling my cousin's pussy.
Trevor stands right behind Jocelyn and puts one hand on her un-pierced breast, squeezing it and rolling the nipple between his fingers. "You want to get your balance like this," Trevor continues to explain. With the other hand, he brings the paddle down to touch her pussy, then raises it up about a foot away, and then brings it back down with a forceful smack.
Jocelyn closes her eyes and cries out through the bit, but keeps her legs spread. "The plastic is fairly whippy, so if you hold the handle at the end
and
put some wrist into it, you'll get a lot more force in your smack." He paddles again, and again, and again. After a few moments, I lose track of how many times Jocelyn's pussy has been smacked, though her labia and clitoris are looking particularly red and tender now.
After a minute, he stands and hands me the paddle. To her credit, Jocelyn's legs are still spread, and I wonder briefly how much disciplining was required to achieve that effect. I grab the paddle and take the same position that Trevor had, though I grab the pierced breast and rub its soft flesh. Jocelyn makes a little moaning sound and I whisper into her ear, "
Whore
." She nods, humiliated but acknowledging, as I position the paddle above her pussy, take as precise an aim to her clitoris as I can eyeball, and smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of the plastic hitting her tender flesh is almost enchanting, as is the feel of her naked back leaning against me as she tries just a little to inch herself away from the punishing tool.
I don't keep track of how many times I abuse my cousin's whorish pussy, but after a minute or two, I stop. Jocelyn is breathing hard again and tears are running down her cheeks, but still her legs are spread. By now, I imagine, it's probably less painful that way. I brush her cheek and smile, and, through the bit still in her mouth, she smiles back.
I sit back down and just look at her as she leans back, writhing in pain that to her is pleasure. Trevor stands up and takes the bit out of her mouth. "Tell your cousin how much you appreciate his attention to your slutty flesh," he orders.
Jocelyn smiles with tearstained, freckled dimples. "Thanks for paddling my pussy, Nate. I know I'm a worthless slut and that I need people better than me to punish me for being what I am." Part of it seems like rote recital – something she's said a million times before for Trevor's entertainment – but she says it with such apparent sincerity that part of me thinks she's telling the honest truth.
Trevor looks at me. "For not telling you she wasn't allowed to come, I'd thought about making her suck you dry. Or, I suppose, if you wanted her ass, I couldn't say no. Does that sound reasonable, or is there something else you'd prefer?" He asks it like a waiter telling me the sides my meal comes with.
I'm not willing to push my luck and try to think of a just punishment on my own; despite being her my cousin, and temporarily my toy, I bear in mind that Trevor and Jocelyn see my cousin as Trevor's property. Still and all, I answer, "I'll fuck her mouth if I can shoot my load onto her face. Otherwise, I think I'll take the ass, instead."
Trevor shakes his head amiably and grins. "She hates facials. So – by all means, proceed. Hell, I've made her sponge bathe in mine before."
Something in me shakes, and I raise an eyebrow. "I didn't need to know that." Jocelyn is, after all, still my cousin.
Trevor holds up an apologetic hand. "Sorry. Do as thou wilt."
I stand in front of Jocelyn, who's looking up at me with the same adoration I've seen her show Trevor. "I really do hate facials," she says with a broad smile.
"Great," I reply. I look down expectantly. "Do you mind getting it out for me?"
Jocelyn leans forward and undoes my jeans. She slides them down with my boxers, so that my entire package is in front of her face. I don't know how I stack up against Trevor, but right now, I feel ten feet long. It's been hard for a while now, and a little bit of pre-come drips from the head. With one hand, I wave it across her face, giving her freckled cheeks a trail of semen.
While sitting on the stool, my waist is just a little above her head, and so she has to look up at me to put her mouth on my cock. Jocelyn puts her lips around the head and I have to struggle not to shoot my load there and then. Her lips are slick and her mouth is warm, and she moves her mouth all the way down the shaft to take the whole thing in. She doesn't just suck like a vacuum, but alternates licking it and kissing it – as well as alternating gazing up at me and focusing on my cock in her mouth – like a professional. She moves her lips down the scrotum and takes one ball, and then the other, in her mouth, before licking along the entire length of the shaft again. I don't stop to wonder how much practice with how many different recipients she's had. I put one hand on her head and grind her against my cock viciously back and forth, and she responds admirably before I let go and let her resume her work.
Jocelyn's good at what she does. I stay hard and well cared-for by her mouth for several minutes, until I finally decide to be done with it. Putting my hand back on her head, I pull her mouth off my cock and take my piece in the other hand. I rub it slightly and release myself on her face violently. Streams of white goo cover her mouth, chin, and cheeks. I finish by putting some on her nose like the whipped cream on a sundae. Jocelyn, good little submissive that she is, carefully licks my cock clean and puts my boxers and jeans back on me.
Trevor looks at me with a pride I still find a little strange. "Satisfied?"
I can't help but not be. "I must say, it's been an interesting visit." I go out on a limb by adding, "We'll have to do it again some time."
Trevor beams. "We'd both really appreciate that." He turns to Jocelyn; she's still sitting on the stool, her pussy's still red, her face is still covered in semen. "Jocelyn, what do you say to your cousin?"
Jocelyn smiles. "Thanks for using me, Nate! And thanks for returning the book!"
