Finally got around to writing the sequel to my first story ([Skinny Dipping Gone Wrong](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hbqyz4/repost_skinny_dipping_gone_wrong_humilation_pet/)).
Let me know what you think. DM/PMs are always welcome.
**The story**
When Tiffany woke up early the next day she was in shock. Did she really do what she thought she did or was it just a dream? She couldn’t imagine why she would go skinny dipping in Mr. Green’s pool. What if his wife or kid caught them? And why did the things that pervert make her do to win back her clothes make her so horny? Previously she never thought she would be the type of girl that enjoyed being told when she was allowed to cum. She was absolutely blown away by the fact that she agreed to play fetch with him.
And yet, Mr. Green’s deep, smug voice continued to echo in her head.
“Feel free to come back for a swim at any time.”
“I couldn’t,” the more sensible part of her mind repeated to herself in an increasingly harsh tone. Yet as she lay in her bed, her “dirty little cunt” started to become wetter and wetter, and she knew that voice wasn’t strong enough to stop her.
She just kept thinking about Mr. Green’s deep blue eyes looking at her and how his deep commanding voice that turned her into putty. She also couldn’t forget how close his bulge was to her face and began wondering what she would have done if he took it out.
She got out of bed and put on her favorite bikini. He didn’t say she had to be naked to use his pool. Nor did he say anything about his wife not being around . . .
Her heart began to race as she walked over to Mr. Green’s pool with a towel and a novel. “Are you even sure this is a good idea?” she thought to herself. However, her feet kept moving until she was in Mr. Green’s backyard. She grabbed a pool floaty and carefully lowered herself in the pool.
And once again she was floating in Mr. Green’s pool, but this time she didn’t feel nearly as relaxed. Rather tense she laid in the pool, pretending to read her book and waiting to get caught.
Finally, the sliding glass door opened and out walked Mrs. Green, looking rather confused. Tiffany continued to pretend to be deeply interested in her book, when she heard Mrs. Green say “Um, Tiffany, what are you doing here?”
Tiffany casually looked up and saw Mrs. Green in her scrubs waiting there for an answer. She quickly deduced that she was on her way to work at the hospital. While Tiffany didn’t consider herself a lesbian, she wasn’t blind to the fact that Mrs. Green was a rather attractive lady. Her curves and ample bosom were barely hidden in her not-so-flattering scrubs, and her functional ponytail put her red lips shaped in a frown, her cute, small, pointed nose, and her piercing, confused, brown eyes in full display.
“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t notice you. Your husband said I could use your pool whenever I wanted.” Tiffany responded slyly.
With a quick jolt in shock, she muttered “Don’t go anywhere,” and walked briskly into her house. Tiffany could hear Mrs. Green’s heated voice, but couldn’t make out the words. Shouting was followed by mutters and then silence. A few moments before she returned with a pleasant, slightly embarrassed, smile.
“Tiffany, why didn’t you lead with the fact you were going to be our maid?” she said shaking her head, “negotiating pool privileges as part of your compensation, I have to admit I am a bit impressed. Just make sure the house is clean before I get back from my 12-hour shift. Oh, and next time wear something a bit more conservative. I have a teenage boy after all. You’re lucky he had a sleepover last night or he would be out here gawking at you”
Then Mrs. Green walked to her car, continuing to shake her head for a few moments, and drove off. The glass door slid opened a second time, and Mr. Green came out of the house. He didn’t look thrilled. Mr. Green was wearing a nice fitting flannel shirt, slightly-worn jeans, brown leather belt, and matching brown shoes. Despite the fact high school teachers didn’t have to be presentable in the summer, he always seemed to be somewhat put together.
“Are you trying to be a homewrecker?” he asked in a stern voice.
Tiffany gulped and remained silent. He did say anytime? Despite being nervous, she couldn’t help but look him up and down a few times. His muscular chest puffing in and out in anger and his neatly trimmed beard bent downwards as he frowned. A light breeze caused his short brown hair to rustle as he glared at her through his glasses with his angry blue eye.
“Get out of my pool, dry off, and get your ass in my house,” he said, voice shaking in anger as a rather noticeable bulge began to grow in his pants. Then he turned around, walked back into his house, and closed the door.
As she continued to float in the pool in awe, her heart felt like it was going to erupt out of her chest. “Did he really just accuse me of being a homewrecker and then invite me into his fucking house? What a hypocritical pervert?” she thought furiously.
Holding her novel above the water with one hand, she used the other to slowly paddle herself to the pool ladder and then carefully climbed out. “Lecturing me on acceptable behavior, after what he did to me last night when his wife was fast asleep.” she muttered to herself rather annoyed and trying not to think about her own boyfriend. “And now I guess I’m supposed to clean her house while her cheating husband is lusting after me. Poor, Mrs. Green”
Once she was dry, Tiffany walked into Mr. Green’s home, ready to give him a piece of her mind, only to be silenced by his piercing blue eyes. He was sitting on a wooden chair, next to the dining room table, and facing the door.
“Took you long enough. Close the sliding door behind you, pull the curtains, and bend yourself over my knees” he instructed with a mischievous smile.
“What do you think you are doing?’ She meekly protested as she felt her pussy begin to get a little wet.
“I think you know exactly what I have in mind. Now don’t make me repeat myself,” he said with a commanding voice.
She positioned herself over his knee and planted her hands on the ground to stabilize herself. She felt his muscular legs underneath her stomach as his bulge pressed against her side. An odd excitement started to brew in her loins as her vulnerable, barely covered bottom was on full display.
Her ass was soon greeted by Mr. Green’s wandering hand. They gently ran up and down her spine, groped her hanging breasts, and then started gently caressing her bottom. He then used his other hand to grab her damp hair and pull her head up so he could whisper into her ear.
“So you thought you could just wear that skimpy bikini and float in my pool, and then tell my wife I gave you permission. I am not sure if you’re more of a child or a slut. Either way, I am going to have to teach you some discretion”
He stopped talking for a while and his hands continued to gently caress her ass, circling sometimes around to her entire bottom, sometimes around each cheek. Then he said something that Tiffany felt should have disgusted her, but instead made her pussy feel achingly empty.
“From now on, when we are alone, you’re going to call me Daddy. Do you understand slut?” He asked with a chuckle
Enjoying all the attention that her behind was getting, Tiffany turned her head upwards so she could look Mr. Green in the eyes, and with a shit-eating grin she said “This doesn’t seem to be much of a punishment, daddy.” She couldn’t believe she was taunting him, but it was worth watching the lust in his eyes begin to mix with rage.
He once again grabbed her by the hair and directed her head downwards, forcing her to look at the floor. Voice shaking Mr. Green said, “you are going to regret that.” His hand continued to caress her bottom for a few more moments before she felt it slowly leave. She tried to turn her head to see where his hand went, but his firm grasp prevented her head from moving. She found out soon enough as her bikini-clad bottom was met with Mr. Green’s firm hand.
She yelped in pain as she felt the painful thudding sensation and her ass reverberate. Her cries couldn’t cover the loud smacking sound that echoed through the dining room. His hand then returned to caressing her burning, stinging ass.
At this point, she wasn’t awfully surprised by her growing arousal. There just was something about how this pervert took charge that excited Tiffany to her very core. However, the fact that the pain added to this pleasure was an unexpected bonus.
“I am going to turn your ass the prettiest shade of red, princess. Then maybe you will learn not to float in my pool in a sluty bikini for the whole world to see.”
Despite not being nearly as shocked, Tiffany yelped again, as he spanked her a second time. She felt the blood rushing both to her bottom and clitoris. Again, he went back to caressing her bottom. Tiffany bit her tongue to stifle a moan. She did not want him to stop this punishment.
“I want you to count to fifty,” Mr. Green authoritatively ordered.
“Fifty?!?” her mind screamed with a panicked excitement. The shock caused her to take a few moments to get her composure before she meekly said “One”
“One, Daddy.” he corrected as he spanked her again, this time hitting her the underside of her bottom, making it jiggle forwards and back. Another electric charge of pleasure jolted through Tiffany and caused her to squirm.
“Now start over,” he said sternly.
Tiffany obeyed and with meek excitement said, “One, Daddy”
SMACK.
“FUCK!, Two Daddy.” ‘
SMACK . . .
With each count, his hand seemed to land harder and harder on her normally pale bottom. The duality of pleasure and pain became more pronounced each time he struck her. When she reached forty, she wasn’t sure if her hips were bucking from pain or longing. However, she knew the tears running down her cheeks were definitely from the pain. Yet she couldn’t make herself stop counting because each spank filled her body with a jolt of excitement, each better than the last.
Finally, she reached fifty. After the final spank, Tiffany let out a sigh of relief. Despite this so-called punishment awakening something in her, she needed a break. His hands went back to caressing her warm, stinging bottom. She felt herself sniffle as she meekly asked “Is my punishment over Daddy?”
Mr. Green let go of her hair, allowing her head to move freely again. When she looked up, she was met with hungry eyes and a wicked smile. He replied with a chuckle and said “Well, let’s see if your bottom is the right shade of red.”
Tiffany’s heart skipped a beat as she felt her bikini slide down her legs. The thought of him being able to see her burning ass and rather aroused pussy caused blood to rush to her face. She turned her eyes back to the floor not wanting to see his reaction.
Immediately noticing the mess she left in her bikini bottom, Mr. Green let out a pronounced and long sigh that made Tiffany’s face burn even hotter. As she waited for him to say something, he went back to caressing her naked bottom. As she began to catch her breath, the shame and pain began to slowly dissipate. As Mr. Green’s talented hands massage her smoldering behind, a strange giddiness begins to fill her.
“You fucking enjoyed being spanked, you dirty little girl. Well lucky for you, I think your ass isn’t quite red enough.” He said as his finger started sliding up and down her slit.
She moaned in pleasure, hips thrusting backward hoping his fingers would slide in. Out of nowhere, she found herself looking up at him smiling, with barely contained giggles. Then she said as sweetly as possible “Maybe you could fuck me when you make my ass a bit redder, Daddy” However, she knew her smile and sweet tone didn’t mask the frustration distorting her face nor hid her hips desperately bucking backward.
Mr. Green stopped playing with her slit and rustled her hair. He then affectionately said “My dick is a privilege that you need to work for. If you want to feel my cock stretch your tight young pussy you need to be a good girl. The same goes for orgasms”
“Well what do I have to do to be a good girl, daddy” she pathetically whined.
He beamed back at her and warmly said “Don’t you worry princess, I’ll teach you” Then her pussy felt satisfyingly full as one of his fingers slid in and started making a come hither motion.
She let out a moan of pure gratitude and said “Fuuuuuuck. Thank you, Daddy. . . Yes, Please don’t stop”
“Hmmm, it looks like you are learning your manners. That’s a good start” Mr. Green enthusiastically replied.
His finger then started sliding in and out, causing her to stretch and able to accept more and more. Her heart started to race again with excitement, as one, two, and three fingers entered.
Feeling a little bold she said with a moan, “Thank you, Daddy, that feels so good. Please, play with my clit too.’
For once, he listened. She felt his fingers leave her pussy and move between her legs. Her brief whimpers from the aching emptiness between her legs quickly turned to rapid cries of bliss as his finger began circling her clit. He slowly but surely worked his way up to just the right pressure and tempo. Mr. Green was clearly paying attention when he watched her touch herself the night before.
Her arms started to shake as she felt herself buck involuntarily backward. Trying to steady her arms, she forcefully cried out “Ahhhh. Thank you, Daddy.”
“Well, don’t thank me yet, I never gave permission to cum,” he said slyly
“Goddamn it”, she thought to herself. “Is he going to just bring me to the edge a few times before he lets me cum again like he did last night?”
With growing desperation as she felt herself get closer and closer to the edge. Wanting to cum, she tried her best to choose her words carefully.
“Fuuuuck. Yes, Daddy Ughh, I’m sooo close. Pleeeeease let me cum, daddy. Ahhhh. Pretty please let me cum.”
“Sorry princess, this is a punishment after all,” Mr. Green said with a strange mixture of pleasure and sympathy as his fingers slowed to an agonizing pace.
“Nooooo. I need to cum so bad, Daddy, Please” Tiffany moaned. Mr. Green responded by grasping her hips. Holding her still, he bent over and sunk his teeth into the left cheek of her ass.
“Oww, that hurts Daddy.” she whimpered in pain and frustration, talking about both her aching, unstimulated pussy and the piercing teeth marks he left on her bottom.
“But you enjoy pain, don’t you princess?” Mr. Green asked sweaty, as he gave her ass a quick peck and sat back up.
“Yes, you kinda do.” she thought to herself, but her desperately empty pussy modified her answer causing her to whine “I don’t know, maybe, but I also want to cum, Daddy please.”
“Maybe after you are punished,” Mr. Green said with a chuckle. ”Now let’s make your ass the perfect shade of red
SMACK. Her ass ounce again shook from the force and she let out a scream of pain and frustration. The excitement that electrified her body just made her feel more empty and desperate.
“Come on, please, just fuck me” she whimpered, as she felt his hand land down on her ass another time, causing the burning sensation to return with a vengeance. What followed became a blur. Mr. Green would spank her a handful of times, tease her pussy by running up and down her slit and circling her clitoris and the perfect tempo, as he would bite and kiss her ass. And every time she reached the edge he would pull away and go back to spanking her again, causing her hips to buck with longing and pain.
No matter how much she pleaded or offered to let him do dirty and degrading things with her, he just wouldn’t let her cum. Tears went down her face from pain and frustration as her ass and pussy ached more and more. During the fifth round of this torture, she felt her arms begin to give, causing Mr. Green to stop and grab her hair so she wouldn’t faceplant. After the tenth round, or was it the eleventh, the electricity that ran through her body caused her heart to practically come out of her chest. Tiffany’s rapid breathing and desperation eventually turned her pleading to absolute gibberish.
Finally Mr. Green said, “Well I think your ass looks red enough, princess.”
The room was spinning. Tiffany sniffled and hissed “Huffff. Daddy. Huffff Cum. Huffff. Now. Hufff. Daddy. Huffff. Please!!!”
Mr. Green pulled up Tiffany’s bikini bottom hiding her shamefully red ass and desperately horny pussy. She responded by weakly whimpering. Then he put his hands under her armpits and tried to help her stand up, but Tiffany’s legs began to shake.
“Easy there, easy, princess,” he said, quickly giving up and sitting back down, letting her sit on his lap to rest. When her burning ass landed on his noticeable bulge she winced in pain. Dizzy, another tear fell down her face as she began to fall back. Mr. Green quickly caught her before Tiffany gratefully leaned back against his muscular arm. He then used his free hand to gently play with her hair when he looked into her eyes
“Sorry, princess but this is the only way you will learn,” said Mr. Green with remorseless sympathy.
She enjoyed his gentle petting as the pain in her bottom faded and another wave of giddiness returned. She couldn’t help but give him a dopey smile as she admired his caring blue eyes, well-trimmed beard, strong jawline, and gentle smile. As the room slowly stopped spinning she couldn’t help but squirm from the butterflies in her stomach and monster between her legs. No one has ever possessed her this way before.
As she continued to calm down, she started to realize how sweaty she was and felt a shiver run through her. Mr. Green responded by pulling her inwards, causing her breast press against his warm, muscular chest and her head to nuzzle between his head and shoulder. As he continued to stroke her damp hair, starting at the top of her head and moving down to the bottom of her neck. She couldn’t help but blush a little, knowing her sweat was being absorbed by his clothes and that she must smell something fierce. But the color soon left her face as Mr. Green continued to unconditionally comfort and warm her, not saying a word.
Finally, she felt calm enough to speak. The bulge pressing against her sore ass didn’t remotely help her aching, denied pussy. So feeling a bit daring again, she moved her lips to his ear.
Blushing like the smitten little girl she was, Tiffany amorously whispered “Now will you please fuck me, Daddy? I would like nothing more to have my next orgasm on your cock.”
She immediately felt his cock twitch underneath her bottom and Tiffany let out a small gasp. He then pulled her head from his shoulder so he could look deeply into her eyes.
“Do you promise to be a good girl, princess?.” Mr. Green asked as he looked into her soul.
“Just tell me how, and I’ll do it, daddy.” Tiffany affectionately replied.
He gently brushed the remaining tears and sweat from her face and said “Ok, princess. First, I want you to go home and get yourself washed up. Then put on something presentable, come back, and clean my house. If you do a good job and listen to any orders I give you, I will personally see to it that your next orgasm is on my cock”
Dejected, she looked at him and said “Yes, daddy.” Tiffany couldn’t help but feel disappointed. “Why didn’t he pick her up and bend her over the dining room table and just fuck her?” she sadly wondered. However, Tiffany also wanted to make Mr. Green happy so she didn’t protest.
So she walked home, periodically checking to make sure her burning ass was well hidden underneath her bikini bottom until she was in the privacy of her bathroom. Her dirty little cunt had an itch that only Mr. Green’s cock could satisfy, and she planned on giving it a thorough scratch.
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Love love love ??? thank you for continuing to post!
Oh I can’t wait for the next part!!!