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E034: A present for Emma? And the seventeenth pearl is earned
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E034: A present for Emma? And the seventeenth pearl is earned Saturday morning, they both wake somewhat early, well rested and ready for the day ahead. Donald has big plans for how they are going to spend part of the day. A special shopping trip for Emma. While he had planned this as part of her training, he is spurred on pursuing this from reading the last entry from Emma’s mother’s diary. “Emma, we are going shopping this morning for something for you,” he tells her as they lay in the bed cuddling. Emma can’t imagine what it would be. He has bought her so many clothes already, she hardly needs anything more. She just looks at him quizzically. He sends her for her first morning tanning and massage, which will be how she starts each day she wakes at the Professor’s house. She is amazed that Julie is there to help her out of the bed and onto the table. Julie explains though that when Emma presses the start button on the tanning bed, they receive a message so to come to be ready. This is how they receive all requests for service. Like the one Donald had pressed by her bed. Other rooms of the house have different signals, so they know where they are needed. Emma finds herself curious about this arrangement and Julie tells her more as she massages her. She and Julie usually clean the main parts of the house either during the night or when the Professor is out teaching so not to be a disturbance. They both enjoy the terms of their employment and the benefits. They do most the grocery shopping, Donald keeping an ongoing list on an app they use when shopping. He pays for the groceries they buy for themselves also when they are shopping for him. Or have some of the meal they prepare for him for themselves later. Emma wants to ask about other “subjects’ before her but is a bit hesitant. Julie seems to know what she is wondering and continues to explain. “Since we arrived two years ago, the Professor has only had a couple others before you. Both were only around for a few weeks, and neither was ever allowed to stay overnight. He was very analytical with both and seemed more interested in their reactions to different stimulation than anything else.” Julie chattered on, “He seems so different with you. Wanting sheets cleaned quickly after you two have used the bed. The meals he has fixed for you, he never ate or drank with the others at all. They would only be here a couple hours at a time, and he really showed no feeling about either. He was actually rather indifferent about them.” Emma sighs in part from the kneading of Julie's strong fingers on her back, but more so learning that the Professor does seem to have feelings for her. Finished with this new morning ritual, she climbs into the shower and begins to wash her hair when she feels a hand running up and down her spine. She jumps a little startled, but then she feels Donald step close to her, his hands moves his hands to caress her breasts. Now, this is even a better morning ritual. He takes over washing her hair, and then soaping her whole body, taking time and care to do so. Emma in the return does the same to him. Rinsed off they step out of the shower and towel each other off. Then Donald takes charge and with care and attention dries and styles her hair, then apply perfect makeup for a day out. Emma smiles in the mirror to him to let him know she likes the results. Her hair has a lift to it and swings some as she walks. Which isn’t the only thing swinging as she walks now. Donald’s clothes are laying on the bed which is now made with clean sheets. ‘Karen must have been here,’ Emma thinks as she smiles. Donald puts on his boxers, khakis and polo shirt. Emma kneels in front of him and puts his socks on and help him slip into deck shoes. Looking up at him Emma is mesmerized by how handsome he is to her. He helps her stand and sit on the bed as he gets her outfit for the day. Today she is wearing a rose-colored low-cut bra, and matching thong underwear. She has never worn anything like this before. The string sitting in her crack pulls at her some, and the small about of cloth in the front she feels reveals rather a bit of her snatch. But Donald is smiling at the results of this lingerie on her. The garter of the same rose he tucks on her has the straps hanging between her thighs and over her hips so her uncovered ass is still on full display. He brings out another rose dress, just a shade darker than the one she wore before, and in a different, more casual style, but rather a low cut. He lifts it over her head and pulls it down over her. The soft fabric against her bare ass is rather provoking. Donald looks down on her as she stands in front of him and likes the view of her chest and breasts that are on display. Not exposing her nipples, but just the hint that they are right there, and he enjoys that Emma is aroused enough that they are hard, pushing out of her bra and dress to be on display. The stockings and shoes are soon added to her attire. She is rather a vision of loveliness, a rare flower waiting to be plucked. He gathers himself together and takes them to his car. As she climbs in the quick slap on her ass which is so welcoming to her, then him leaning over to put her seatbelt on. Such a sweet act of concern for her. The drive takes over an hour and a half. The go to a small community tucked out of the way and for many overlooked. Which for their shopping trip is just how it needs to be. Donald parks on the main street helps her out of the car and they walk down a side street in the town. This street seems to be hidden away in the same way, and the sign over the door of the shop they enter does not really say what it sold there. When they go inside the front of the shop holds different woodcraft and leather items. The<b> owner </font></b>seemed to know Donald and expecting him. He immediately leads them to a back private showroom. There in the front room at the back of the shop is a table which has many wooden paddles of all shapes, sizes, different woods, and whose handles are all handcrafted in different patterns and carvings. Donald leads Emma to the table as he begins looking. Emma looks up behind the display table and sees all colors and hues of soft leather hanging, along with what looked like it could be thin padding. An older man is working on a paddle at a nearby worktable. Donald turns Emma’s attention back to the table of paddles and looking closer Emma gasps a little as she realizes most handles were shapes as phalli, with different sort of ridging, width and length. Others have assorted designs with the same differences in size. The one that worries her the most, but her eyes keep going back to, is the one which is over nine inches long and well over five inches thick. Just looking at it, Emma shivers, thinking about where, if being spanked, it would most likely end up much of the time. Donald must sense her concern as he pats Emma’s behind and points to another paddle. Emma looks at the paddle and handle size and design, and sees it is just the right one for her. About seven inches long and three inches around, not the biggest, and not any way the smallest. Donald does always know. Donald takes it to the workman at the table and asks him to take down several of the rosiest leathers. He holds each against Emma. For two of them, away from the workman’s and owner’s views, he lifts the back of Emma’s dress, holds them against her bare ass deciding. When he was sure, and Emma’s dress back in place, she isn’t sure what he is going for. At least it isn’t the reddest rose, but it is a deep one, close to the blush which is unwillingly rising to Emma’s cheeks. When Donald sees her blushing, he holds up his final choice to compare, and said, “Yes, I knew I made the right choice.” The rose almost matches Emma’s dress, a little darker. Remembering what the dress reminds her of, and what they are buying, she blushes even deeper. She hopes Donald doesn’t notice and choose a darker shade of leather. He talks with the workman about padding one side a bit but the other he says the thickness of the leather would work fine. He sits Emma down on the bench across from the workman and tells her to watch as the workman makes their “new friend.” He would be back shortly as he and the<b> owner </font></b>walk to another room at the back. For the next hour or so, Emma watches as the workman first polishes the handle and all the wood surface to a glowing shine. He then works the leather, so it is soft and supple. He also adds more oil to the leather and works it in. Emma can tell someone does this to the hanging samples regularly as they all seem soft and well cared for. The workman then cuts the padding, placing one thin layer on one side, then looking at Emma and smiling, added a second little thicker layer and winks at her. On the other side, which she knew was to have no padding, he again added just a layer and winks at me her again. It is then that she realizes she has been leaning forward, her arms on her knees, watching his work. She blushes deeply as she gathers the view he must be having of her breasts. She sits upright and shyly smiles at him. He covers the whole paddle head with the soft deep rose leather and stitches it all securely in place. Emma can tell that this paddle will last forever. And finds for some reason, watching it be made, the anticipation of what is to come, and her pearl necklace around her neck, she realizes she is dripping wet. Emma acknowledges that she wants to feel this paddle used on her as soon as possible. But she also knows that Donald’s sense of ethics would never let him spank her for nothing. She will have to misbehave in some way to result in him feeling it is appropriate to use the paddle on her. But what can she do to make this happen? She is just so happy with everything happening between them that she doesn’t know how she could be bad. Separately, but as if they are both thinking the same thought, as Donald finishes paying for some other special items he bought, he is wondering also about how to make a situation arise to test out the new paddle on Emma. Could he push her in some way to make her be defiant or misbehave? As the final rub down of the paddle is finished, Donald returns to Emma’s side. He can tell by the look on her face that she has been enjoying watching her new paddle being made. He also knows that the crotch of her panties is probably soaked. The image in his mind of this makes him harden a little. He shakes his head to remove such thoughts, for now. Emma sees that he has a rather large bag which he holds very closed. She ponders what could be in that too. Donald has already paid for the paddle so when finished he brings it to Emma to see for the first time up close. She feels the soft leather face of the paddle and her wetness increases. It is such a lushest supple feel and the thought of it spanking against her ass cheeks sends rushes through her. For the first time, she looks closely at the carvings on the handle and she sees what it is. The end of the carving is a perfect glans. Rounded and a slight slit in the end. But the rest of the paddle’s shaft is carvings of men and women in different sexual positions. As she feels the shaft, she realizes that the groves of the carvings will add additional pleasure wherever Donald chooses to insert it in her. She instinctively knows, considering her position over his lap when the paddle would be used, where this handle will mostly be put. The paddle is put into another shopping bag and Donald tells her it is hers to carry now. Standing with the excitement of what had been happing and her anticipation, she is a little shaky for her first few steps until she composes herself. They leave the shop and walk to the main street where the car is parked. Donald leads her to a pharmacy near where they are parked. Inside he tells her to wait by the door as he shops for a few things. Emma goes over to the magazine rack there and just looks over the covers. Shortly, a man about her age comes in and walks over to her. “Excuse me for bothering you, but do you know the way to Route 23 from here?” Emma laughs in reply, “I am not really sure where I am right now either, I was driven here and didn’t pay that much attention. So, I guess we are two lost souls. Perhaps someone else here can help you.” The man, amused by her response, and the magnificent view he has looking down on her, seeing she lovely breasts rise and fall with each her statements, chats and jokes with her a little more. This interchange is not lost of Donald as he pays for his purchases. He is torn between the satisfaction that Emma has developed the confidence to chat and joke with men, and the throbbing anger that another man is invading his turf. A few deep breaths Donald walks up to them and puts his arm around Emma’s waist as he asks the man if he could help him, calms him a good bit. He gives directions to the man and steers Emma out of the store. This is the first time Emma has felt her Donald’s arms around her waist, and the sense of ownership she realizes is being displayed. She is awashed in pleasure at the sensation. He walks her down the street only a short way and they enter an older independent hotel which only small towns still seem to have. It is after one o’clock, so as he steers her to their dining room, she is more than ready for lunch. They are set in a corner booth, the table spread with draping white tablecloth, fine crystal for water and wine, and sterling silverware are at each of their places. ‘Yes, this is a rather grand hotel,’ Emma thinks. The waiter comes and asks if they would like drinks. Donald orders for them. The drinks are there in a moment, also in fine crystal. Then a steaming bread basket, freshly churned butter and lovely china side dishes placed before them. Each time the waiter brings something, and he seems to have to return a lot, he looks lustfully at Emma and hovers where he can see down her dress. And Emma realizing the attention she is getting just smiles at him. Donald watching is not amused. And Emma notices he is rather short with the waiter as he places their order. The scent of the freshly baked bread is too much for Emma and she opens the basket and takes one out. But then endears herself to Donald, even more, when she holds it over his plate, to serve him first, with a questioning look. He just smiles and nods to her. She cuts and butters his roll before taking and doing the same for herself. This act of simple servitude warms Donald’s heart. Though he still is not really pleased about the lustful attention Emma is getting, and her naïve encouraging response to it. Their dinners begin to be served, and they chat as they eat each course. It is only as they are finishing their main dish that Emma begins chattering about what she had forgotten to tell him Thursday. She relays to him about the bank president’s visit and the value of the bills, how much has been added to her mother’s stash. It is only as she gets to the part about the president asking her out to dinner, along with the waiter returning and the large smile Emma gives him as he clears their plates, that what neither of them could have imaged being able to orchestrate happens. Donald has had enough. What is Emma becoming? Men right, left, center lusting after her, and she seems to encourage the attention. It has only been two weeks since she came to him the shy, unexposed, virginal woman. And after just a week of opening her to her sexuality, she is throwing herself at any man who interacts with her? He knows he is being irrational, and also realizes it is mostly due to finding a reason to spank Emma with her new paddle. But he cannot help himself. He refuses the suggestion of dessert offered by the waiter and gruffly tells him to bring their bill. He turns to Emma and tells her that this has been enough. She looks at him uncomprehending. “Emma, while I will in the future want you to expand your horizons, this display today, and you telling me about the bank president is too much.” Still, Emma is confused. “You cannot so display yourself, bending forward, squeezing your arms together as men look down on you or flirt so with others. Perhaps it is time to try out your new friend, so you begin to understand” Still a little confused about how she has misbehaved, but the thought of oh yes, feeling it soon, she just lowers her head and whispers she is sorry. The luncheon bill paid Donald leads her to the hotel registry desks and has her stand next to him as he arranges a room for them. During this time, Emma begins to comprehend what Donald accused her of and realizes that yes, she perhaps had led some of these men on. But wasn’t that how Donald dressed her to be? But she doesn’t care, soon, even sooner than if they had to drive home first, she will be over the Professor’s knees and oh. They take the elevator up, and they are soon in the room. Donald lays his packages on the couch and takes her bag from Emma. He brings out the paddle and sits on the bed. Emma knows to stand in front of him right now. He lays the paddle on the pillow and tells her to take off her dress and lay across his lap. She meekly does as he instructed, including kicking her shoes off as she lays on the bed, her ass cheeks centered for what is to come. How she is laying she can see the paddle in front of her to look at until it is used. The thong does give him open access to her ass cheeks which he begins to spank with his hands. Emma feels the first crack against her right cheek, and another on her left. Donald continues at a rather rapid pace at first back and forth getting her primed for what is ahead. She moans with each spank, and there are so many of them. Not really that hard yet, but enough to sting and make her juices flow. After about five minutes of this, and she can feel the heat starting on each cheek, she watches with anticipation and Donald reaches for the paddle and takes it in his hand. She sees him grip the handle and then feels him rub the paddle all around each ass cheek. The softness of the leather being rubbed against her is in itself arousing, but when Donald lifts the paddle and the first spank from it hit her, she almost spurts her juices. She feels bad that she is really messing on Donald’s pants, but she can’t help herself. This is even better than she imagined as she watched the workman stitch the paddle together. Over and over the spanks with the paddle come. Tears are running down her face, her legs are kicking, and her ass rises to accept each new blow. After about twenty spanks all over her ass cheeks and thighs she can’t hold back anymore and her body shutters, her back arches up, and she cries out in rapture. Donald realizes what is just overtaking Emma, as he has been feeling more and more of her milky girl cum on his leg for a while now and know his pant thigh is soaked with it. He spanks her a few more time to let her totally complete this unique way of cumming for her, and then lays the paddle aside and rubs her ass cheeks which are now the color of the paddle. Emma just whimpers as she descends for the summit she just peaked at. Donald’s hands now caressing her feel so wonderful. The paddle is wonderful. Her tears flowing is wonderful. The pain and pleasure she feels on her ass and thighs are wonderful. Everything for her right now is wonderful. Donald runs his other hand on the back of her neck and feels how damp she is, and further realizes the intensity of her orgasm. When Emma has calmed, he helps her stand and he takes the thong panties off her and tells her to lay on the bed on her stomach. He stands as she lays down and chuckling tells her that he needs to do something about his trousers. She hears him go to the bathroom and the running water. When Donald returns, he is naked and has a small bottle of lotion from the bathroom. She sees that he is at attention. The spanking must have provoked him also. He sits beside her and drips the lotion over her cheeks. The coolness of it feels nice. But when his hands begin to softly rub it in, she feels herself moving to a second peak. At this moment she wants Donald so bad. And in realizing this, understands how her mother must have felt each time. And Donald is feeling this need for Emma at the moment too. He lifts her ass, so she is on her knees and he moves behind between her legs. He spreads them wide, and while wanting, needing to be deep inside her as soon as he can, he savors the view of her dripping vulva, the redness of her labia dripping with her sweet nectar only makes him harder. He slowly runs his glans up and down her wet slit, lubricating it, as Emma just moans in anticipation. He controls himself, so he can tease her some now. Is this just a bit more of her punishment or to bring her maximum pleasure? Then remembering the men he saw her flirting with, and her reporting of the bank president’s lust for her, he rams into her deeply. Yes, he is who gets to experience Emma’s tight love box, only him. No others can have this pleasure, nor will only if he decides to allow them. He thrusts and thrusts over and over into Emma. She screams with joy, then presses her face into the pillow so not to be so loud as she realizes it is only late afternoon and they are in a hotel. The feel of Donald all up in her, pressing with each thrust against the back of her vagina is taking her to a new peak. This one even higher than the others. Could it be possible? She moves in harmony with him and starts to clench against him with each new thrust. This increasing passion climaxes shortly with them both crying out in elation. They fall to the bed together and after some clutching and kissing, Emma lowers herself to Donald’s dick and balls and licks and sucks them clean. He moans with delight as she does so. Donald pulls her back up to his side and together wiggling and adjusting they pull the covers down and up over them. They snuggle together, and Donald tells her that when they get home, she will get her seventeenth pearl, but now let them just sleep for a little. |
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