Cake Fantasy

We are on our way to a friend's birthday party. Delilah is famous for her spectacular and spectacularly delicious cakes. i, however, am on a diet and so Sir reminds me before we get there that i will have to politely refuse cake when it is offered to me. All goes well until my friend's husband, Jake, asks me to come into the kitchen to light the candles and start the happy birthday song parade out to Delilah. When i enter the kitchen, Jake is awkwardly working to light the candles and rearrange them. he is hopeless at it, so i ask him if he would like me to take over and he gratefully sighs yes. As i am working to rearrange and light the candles on the cake, i get some frosting on my finger. i absentmindedly lick the frosting off. My eyes roll heavenward as the soft, rich chocolatey frosting melts on my tongue and that is when i see that J is standing in the doorway watching me. "krys, i thought you told me you were on a diet and that you weren't having any cake today." i blush from the top of my forehead down to my throat and i swallow before attempting to explain, but he cuts me off before i can say anything. J grabs my wrist and asks Jake if we can use the laundryroom. Jake says something about the cake, but J, to my dismay, is leading me into the adjoining room and hollering back, "you can punish her for the delay after i am done with her." "Take your time!" i hear Jake yell back at J. i am mortified, but speechless. J leaves the door open and glares at me. "Take off your clothes," he says, impatiently and i do, even while i am begging him to wait until we get home. "No," He says. "This is important. you gave me your word. you told me it was important to you and then, at the first opportunity, you threw the plan away. you need immediate correction." i can feel that Jake is listening in and in fact, the entire party has gotten quiet as Sir has been lecturing me. He seems completely unfazed and focused on the task. "Face the wall," He tells me and i do. i press my arms to the wall and thrust my ass out, like at home. He has removed his belt. "Ask for it," He tells me. "Please correct me with Your belt, Sir," i say. He places one hand in the small of my back and with the other begins whipping my ass with forceful strokes. He is slow and deliberate, making me feel every stroke. He catches my pussy, which is swelling with arousal, and i moan and thrust my ass higher. i hear the noise of the party guests crowding around the doorway, but J is never distracted. When He is finished, He merely stops and replaces His belt. He turns me around and hugs me. i see the crowd over his shoulder and i feel humiliated, but grateful that He has punished me, as well. He breaks the hug and turns back to the party guests. i look around for my dress, but J says, "oh, no, krys. you have lost the privilege of clothes until the party guests are satisfied. i believe you owe Delilah an apology. i look from my Master to Delilah, whose mouth is hanging open. i look at her and say, "i am sorry Sir had to punish me and that you had to wait for your birthday cake, Delilah. i am sorry i was a bad girl and disrupted your nice party." J asks Delilah if she is satisfied with my apology and she twists her mouth and looks down, disgusted. "I'm really not, J." "I don't blame you," He says to her. "This is your day, but SOMEONE had to selfishly steal the spotlight." He looks at her with pity and then goes to her and takes her hand. "And you spent so long on that birthday cake. Can you tell me how you made it?" "Well," she begins, tentatively, "of course it is entirely made by hand." J takes her hands and rubs them. "I have a new use for those hands, Delilah." They both look at me. Still holding her hands, he tells me, "go get a chair so Delilah can sit down, krys and be quick about it." i rush into the other room, not covering up my nakedness, but just grabbing the first chair i can find and bringing it to my Master. He tells me to set it down and he seats Delilah in it. He lays me across her lap and He positions me so that my head is almost facing the ground. He shows her how to clamp her legs around mine so i can't move, but He warns me not to move for good measure. "Whenever you are ready, Delilah. Spank that selfish girl until you are satisfied she has paid her debt. Don't worry if she cries or begs. She can be a little con artist sometimes." Delilah doesn't need to be told twice and she starts spanking my ass with hard fast strokes. He tells her to spank in one place if she really wants to get my attention and he asks her more about how she prepared the cake. "I had to bead the eggs with a spoon," she says, with a devilish smile. J asks someone in the kitchen to get him a wooden spoon. In between the slaps Delilah is landing on my already sensitive ass, i hear laughter and appreciative gasps and footsteps hurrying to the kitchen to get the spoon. i do start to cry because i hate the spoon so very much. The humiliation is the least of my concerns anymore as i start to whimper and then cry and then scream out as she lands the blows hard and slow and deliberate. "i'm sorry," i cry, but Delilah seems to take that as fuel and she begins striking the same spot over and over and over again with the spoon. i try to move, but she is mush stronger than i ever noticed and i have so remain and take my punishment. "How long did you have to beat those eggs, Delilah?" J asks her and she replies, "until they formed stiff peaks," she says, never missing a stroke. J tells Delilah to stand me up to everyone can see if "stiff peaks" have formed. i am standing, a bit wobbly, in front of all the guests and i can see that some of the women are flushed and some of the guys are trying to rearrange their hard-ons. J asks Jake to grab a soft spatula and a helpful guest hands one to him. "Jake," J says," would you believe my little slut here actually gets turned on by this kind of attention?" Look at her tits. Maybe they aren't "stiff" peaks, but i bet we can correct that. He tells me to stand up straight and stick my tits out and then He tells Jake how to spank my tits until they get nice and hard and stand at attention. i look straight ahead as Jake begins and i feel myself getting more and more aroused despite myself. J tells Jake to continue, but that He and Delilah are going to serve cake to the guests who "Have had to wait long enough!" He says, and lands a particularly hard strike on my left ass cheek as He goes. "Thank you, Sir," i say, automatically, but He just leads Delilah out to the kitchen. Jake continues striking my tits, excited by the response he gets from my body as he does so. J comes in and takes the spatula from Jake. Everyone, by now, has a plate of cake and is moaning with pleasure as they dig in. They all eat in front of me, but one guest apologizes and says that the cake is too rich, that she can't finish. She goes to throw it away, but J tells her to throw it away on me. "Don't put it in her mouth," He tells her, but you can put it in her cunt or up her ass, or just smear it on her. Don't worry about making a mess. krys is going to clean everything up when we are all finished with her. The guests get into put their uneaten cake on me and in me and other guests enjoy "second helpings" of cake eaten off and out of my body. After the guests leave, i am allowed to shower and then clean up after the party.

The Entitled Slut Gets What she Deserves

She walked into the shop and I knew she was going to be trouble. It never fails that when things are going smoothly on a nice quiet day, I get a clueless, entitled princess who demands all my attention. She strode in on stiletto heels rocking a mini skirt and halter top. She wasn't bad-looking, but I was waiting on one of my regulars, Dave, at the counter. She looked around and after no one welcomed "her majesty" to the store, cleared her throat and asked, "Can somebody please help me?" Benji, the new kid, came lumbering out from the back to ask me something, took one look at her, and gawked shamelessly. He looked at me and I nodded. He loped up to her, like a puppy. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked him up and down. I continued waiting on Dave and kept one ear perked up in case Benji needed something. Her voice cut through the air like a mockingbird's. From what I could tell, she needed wheel covers, but she had no idea what size her tires were. Typical. Dave shook his head, obviously having listened to the exchange between the girl and Benji. "She needs a good spanking, is all." I chuckled and added, "I'd volunteer for the job. That is one spankable ass." Pretty soon we were all turned looking at her. She looked up, aware that she was the subject of the laughter and leers, but unsure why. "Excuse, me," she said, helped by Benji, holding her package in her hand, "can someone please tell me what is so fucking funny?" At that the shop got quiet as a church. We cut up in my shop, but rough language is just not tolerated. Anyone who is a regular knows that and it has never been a problem with my customers. "Miss," I said, losing it, "I run a respectable shop here and that language is not acceptable in this establishment. Dave here had suggested that you needed a good spanking and I have to say that I couldn't agree more. Your attitude since you walked in has been rude, self-entitled and demanding. Now, as soon as I am done with my customer who has been waiting patiently, I'll be happy to check you out." I turned back to Dave, and handed back his change. Out of nowhere we began to hear her blubbering. Again, we turned to see her, wiping her eyes and moaning. "I'm sorry," she whimpered. "You are right. I was rude and I probably do need a good spanking. I haven't had one since my boyfriend left me last week. He used to take care of all this, this car stuff..." she dissolved into a pool of tears as Dave walked over to her and set his hand on her shoulder. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry I was rude to you, Sir." She seemed like a new girl, but we were all knocked on our heels when she asked Dave tentatively, "WOULD you spank me, Sir? I know it would help my attitude." Dave nodded once, curtly as he sent Benji for a chair from my office. Dave took hold of her hand. "Tell me what you need, Sweetheart." She finished wiping her nose and took a deep breath and smiled a quick smile. She looked almost relieved. "Sir, I need you to spank me as you see fit for my rudeness and my insensitivity. I came in here demanding service like a bad little brat and I need an attitude adjustment." Benji had brought the chair and Dave sat on it and asked the girl if she was sure. She said she was. Dave pulled her across his knee and positioned her so that her head was almost touching the floor and that ass was pointed toward the ceiling. He wasted no time and soon the sounds of the smacks on her ass mixed with her moans. The fellows and I watched Dave working away on her naughty ass. After a while, Dave flipped her skirt up so that it lay on her back and he had her stand and take her panties down. He had obviously spanked his share of bad girls in his time and she obviously knew the drill. It was a thing of beauty to behold her ass growing a deeper and deeper pink and then a deep red. When Dave smacked the very top of her ass cheeks, close to her back, she seemed to scream the most and when he told her spread her legs, and she didn't comply immediately, he stopped and told her that she had earned an extended session with the belt. She cried without shame, nodded and spread her legs. Dave checked her pussy and reported to us that she apparently was enjoying her punishment a little too much. He called Benji over for collaboration. Benji padded over and thrust his mitt into her muff. "Oh, Shit!" he looked at me. "Boss, she is soaked." Dave pulled her up and walked her over to the counter. "Now, Missy. this is not funtime. You asked to be punished and here you are, soaking my trousers. I see that we need to step things up a little. Bend over the counter." She was openly crying now as Dave told her to bend over and put her arms across the counter. He told me I'd probably have to hold her down. I grabbed her wrists and held her down as Dave took his belt off and began whipping her ass. She was screaming and crying, begging to be let up, but Dave worked her over, striping her ass over and over, a determined expression on his face. "I just can't abide a self-important little bitch." After a time Dave and I switched places and it felt good to wallop her ass and thighs. She cried and pleaded, offering to suck our cocks and take our cocks in her ass. She must have said she was sorry 50 times or more. Finally I felt like she had taken enough and I stopped. Her body shook with tears and she stood up, when I told her she could and she turned to me and collapsed in my arms. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she cried into my shoulder. I looked over at Benji, who had been stroking himself unashamedly behind the counter. "Go help that poor boy out, Missy. Suck his cock and we'll call it even." She nodded and walked, in a haze over to Benji. He stood up and she knelt before him. She hungrily took his erect cock into her mouth up to the hilt and cupped his balls, as he grabbed the back of her head and began fucking her mouth. Dave and I retired to the back office as we heard Benji finishing inside her mouth and we agreed that it had been a very nice day, indeed.

The Corporate Event

After work the other day, i came home and played with myself as i fantasized about being used at a corporate event as a part of their team-building exercise. i was kneeling naked except for a collar and lead in the corner until i was tugged up by the leader of the seminar and brought over to the members of the team. i was introduced as the toy and the first man demonstrated how i was to be used. It was like he was presenting a product and he was saying things like, "you can do whatever you want with her. You can touch her, poke her, pinch her, spank her, whip her, have her blow you, whatever you want!" as he grasped my tit and turned me around to show off all my "features". He was really sleazy and he said to the members, "just keep it down, okay? We do have several items on the agenda today," and went about his business presenting the strategy for the team. i was led to the fist member's chair and draped across his lap. He started spanking me, holding my neck down and talking casually to the team leader. My being there was completely incidental and the first guy seemed almost bored. I eventually was passed down the line, sometimes lying across someone's lap and sucking off another member of the group, sometimes holding a pose if a member didn't want to spank me. One woman was really reluctant and another team member whispered to her and encouraged her to "just try it." Of course as soon as she started, she lit up and said, "this is kind of fun!" under her breath to the guy who had encouraged her. He said, "well, she isn't the best toy we've had, but budget cuts...what can ya do?" The entire time, the meeting went on like normal with members discussing various bullet points or action items. i came super hard as i fantasized about this and i think this fantasy has a million possibilities for the future.

i went out with friends (mostly men) this evening and i noticed that if i sat up straight with my tits out i felt more sexy. i caught a couple of guys looking at me and then looking away quickly when i caught their eye. One guy sat next to me and keep leaning in to whisper to me--nothing sexual at all, but it did seem like he wanted to be close. Of course his breath on my neck got me wet beyond belief. He'll never know how hot i got, though, but it is nice feeling pretty and sexy and having this burgeoning knowledge inside me.