Extract from Temper Tantrums

As she locked the door she bent a little, pushing out her own neatly rounded bottom. Her trousers were tight, showing off her shape very nicely indeed. She was small, no doubt, and very slim, but her cheeks turned under nicely, making the most of what she had. Generally I like to be dominated by women who're bigger than me, but what Julliette lacked in height and strength, she made up for in attitude. She was also younger than me, and again if somebody is going to take charge of me I prefer them to be older. Still, she was really too good to miss. It was also a chance to restore my pride in my own appeal, which was a little dented by Jo's rejection.

'I'll finish your hair,' she said, stepping back to the cupboard. 'Then you are to turn over.'

That was the end of my doubts. If she'd said please, or sounded doubtful, I might not have done it. As it was, she had spoken a calm, easy order, given as if there was no possibility whatever that I might refuse. She didn't say a word as she finished my hair, but she was quite rough with me, ringing it in her hands and turning the hose on full, and cold. That left me shivering and vulnerable, and as soon as she was finished I rolled around, pushing my bum up through the suds.

Looking back, I could see my cheeks, pink, glossy and covered with bubbles. The smack marks really stood out, and for the first time since it had happened I felt good about the beating. I'd known I would, but not so fast. Now I was the punished girl, small and vulnerable, presenting her bare bottom for creaming, because that was what Julliette had taken from the cupboard.

I watched as she squeezed a thick worm of cream into her palm. It was a big bath, and my position was a little awkward, half floating with my bum stuck up high. That just made it better, because I had to make an effort to show myself. The pose also left my cheeks a little open, and I knew Julliette would be able to see down between them, to the pinky-brown knot of my bottom hole and the rear pouch of my pussy.

Her hands found my bottom, smoothing the cool cream out over my bruised cheeks. I winced a bit at the touch, but relaxed and sighed as she began to rub. It was nice, so nice, not only soothing, but sexy too, with the constant ache of my bruises keeping me firmly in mind of what had been done to me. There was a lovely sense of surrender too. I was stark naked, my most intimate details on show, spanked and sorry, and if it wasn't the woman who had punished me who was rubbing in the cream, then it was a woman who had a strong interest in doing just that.

I had shut my eyes, allowing her to do as she pleased, in a state of blissful submission. Sure enough, her hands began to move outside the smacked areas of my bum, feeling my cheeks and thighs, kneading gently and opening them. I pushed it up and set my knees a little apart, offering her my sex, unreservedly. At that her fingers started to come down between my bottom cheeks, into the crease, teasing me until at last a finger nail touched my pussy lips.

She began to tickle, first my sex, then my anus, making me giggle as my muscles jerked to her touch. If she was going to frig me off in the bath she was very welcome. I pushed myself right up, on my knees, lifting my bum clear of the bath and parting my legs as far as they would go, making a thoroughly rude display of myself.

I love kneeling, it's so open. It just makes me want to be penetrated, to be touched up, or spanked, anything as long as my rear gets plenty of attention. My boobs were in the water too, just, so they felt cool while my nipples were still hot. Julliette patted my bottom, just firm enough to remind me who was in charge. I hung my head in response, my hair dangling in the water, showing that I would be obedient.

'Good girl, now pee,' she said.

My bladder wasn't all that full, but I tried, pushing until I felt a warm trickle start to run down my leg. She was watching, which added to the delicious humiliation as I wet myself deliberately. Looking back between my thighs I could see the yellow piddle dripping from my pubes. I pushed harder, and a little squirt came out, splashing into the bath water. Julliette's hand came down between my thighs, cupping my sex and rubbing in the last of the pee. Her hands were creamy, and I felt it squash out over my flesh.

I sighed as a finger invaded my pussy, then another, deep in, opening me up. A third went in, then all of them and I realised that she was going to fist me, from behind. The pee was still trickling from my sex as her hand burrowed in, stretching me wide. Something cold touched my anal skin, cream, and a moment later her thumb left my vagina and pressed down on my anus. I heard the rude, squelching noise as my bottom hole gave in and I gasped.

She began to massage my insides, her fingers in my vaginal mouth and her thumb in my ring. It was good, really good, and it wouldn't have taken much to make me come, just a touch to my clit. I reached back, but got my hand slapped for my pains, leaving me feeling more submissive than ever.

I was dizzy with pleasure by the time she pulled out her hand. My sex felt warm and swollen, my bottom hole wide and vulnerable. Julliette had paused to squeeze out more cream, onto both her hands. I wiggled my bottom, invited her to finished me off and earning myself another gentle pat. Her hand found my sex, cupping the mound, her palm pressing to my clitoris, her thumb going into my vagina. A finger found my anus, teasing the hole and sliding deep up, until I could feel her knuckles pressed in between my cheeks.

'Tu es sale,' she said, just that, no more, but enough to give me a pang of humiliation so sharp that I winced in response, my anus tightening on her finger.

She began to rub and I held the thought, thinking of myself, stark naked, spanked, utterly surrendered to her. I'd undressed for her, let her feel me, peed in the bath so that she could watch. Now there were fingers in my body, up my pussy and in my bottom, right up, exploring me. I was hers completely, nude and vulnerable, my dirtiest, most embarrassing secrets open to her. She was dressed, completely, not a thing out of place, cool and dominant as she casually brought me off under her hand.

I came, crying out as the orgasm hit me, so, so aware of my rude pose, of the penetration of my holes, of what she was doing to me, that I needed the toilet and she knew. It was great, long and slow, with her palm working on my clitty and my holes clamping on what was inside them. In my head was a welter of physical ecstasy and utter humiliation. She kept on, too, waiting until my gasps and heaves had run their course before pulling out her fingers with a sticky, wet sound.

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