Chapter 3
At first, Thelma was strongly tempted to confront her husband with the tape recording. But she decided that it might be better to hold it in reserve when, some day, she consulted a divorce lawyer. Moreover, an event soon occurred that caused her to completely forget about the tape for the time being.
One afternoon when she had just returned from a shopping trip, the telephone rang unexpectedly.
"This is Mr. Gole, the manager at the Upper Drive Shopping Center," an impersonal masculine voice at the other end of the line informed her. "It's imperative for you to see me at once!"
Thelma's heart instantly began pounding and her stomach did several flip-flops. They found out, she told herself with a sinking feeling. Oh, no! For several years, she had been reducing her household expenses by discreetly shoplifting items from the shopping center where she frequently shopped several times a week.
"You mean right away?" she spoke in a faltering voice, after several moments of stunned silence.
"Right away!" Mr. Cole responded. "I'm sure you know what I'm calling about," he quietly added before abruptly hanging up.
Thelma's mind was reeling. For a moment, she was tempted to flee although she realized that that was out of the question. There was no choice but to face her accuser and see what happened. The attractive housewife was so upset that she nearly ran two stop lights on the way to the nearby shopping center.
It took her several minutes to find the manager's office, and she was shaking like a leaf when at last she was escorted into his private office. Mr. Cole did not bother to rise from his comfortable seat, and merely glanced up momentarily from some papers he was reviewing. He was a dark-haired man who appeared to be in his late thirties, and his manner appeared quite severe.
"We've had the store security people watching you for some time!" he spoke quietly.
Thelma felt her knees go weak under her, and for a moment she was afraid she was going to faint. She wanted to say something but her tongue seemed to be tied.
"I'm prepared to sign a complaint against you!" Mr. Cole went on.
"Oh, no, please, I'll ... I'll make it up. I'll pay you back!" Thelma stammered in a halting voice. "Please, give me a chance. I've never been in trouble before."
Mr. Cole gave her a quick once-over, his observant eyes quickly discerning the shapely figure that was displayed by her form fitting orange knit dress. Although she had no way of knowing it, Thelma of course was by no means the first female shoplifter he had confronted, and he had worked out his own ways of dealing with such cases!
"The management of the store has given me a certain discretion in these cases," he said. "For example, a hardship case might require some sympathy. But I'm afraid I can't feel too sympathetic with you."
"I'll pay you back. Honestly, I will!" Thelma spoke in a highly agitated voice. "Please, just give me a chance!"
Mr. Cole shook his head. "A woman in your position can't expect to do this and get away with it," he said. "It just isn't right. No, you'll have to be punished in some way or otherwise you'll keep doing it. Don't you agree?"
Thelma was finding it almost impossible to think clearly. "I ... I suppose so," she lamely agreed. "But sending me to jail...." her voice trailed off desperately.
Mr. Cole nodded understandingly. "Jail would be very severe," he agreed. "What you need is something less severe but still quite effective. Have you ever heard of spanking?"
"Spanking?" Thelma found her mind going almost completely blank. What in the world was he talking about?
"Some shoplifters prefer to submit to an old-fashioned spanking rather than be prosecuted!" Mr. Cole explained, his tone of voice indicating that he seemed to think that that was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Thelma was completely flabbergasted by what he seemed to be saying. "Spanking?" she repeated. "You don't think I would...." she sputtered. "Why, I'm thirty years old!"
Mr. Cole seemed totally unimpressed. "Even older women have gone through it," he replied. "It's up to you, of course. The alternative is to be prosecuted. Your name will be in the paper!"
Thelma gulped hard and tried to think. "Let me understand what you're saying," she spoke in a stammering voice. "Are you saying that you would...." she paused and could barely bring herself to utter the next word...."spank me? But where, I mean...." She knew her face was beet red.
"There's a soundproof room right there!" he said, pointing to a door behind his desk. "It'll take just a few minutes."
Thelma was trying to gather her thoughts as best she could under the circumstances. "And you're saying it would all be straightened out if I...."
Mr. Cole nodded quite convincingly. "That would be the end of it," he told her.
There was no choice but to swallow her pride and go through with it, Thelma told herself. "All right!" she heard herself saying in a tiny voice. Blushingly, she lowered her eyes to the floor and didn't dare raise them.
Mr. Cole immediately arose and stepped over to the door that led to the soundproof room. "This way!" he told her, opening the door.
Taking tiny steps in a futile effort to stall off the inevitable, Thelma slowly walked past him into the room. Even in her perturbed state, she was quick to discern that the room had been set aside for apparently just one purpose. The only piece of furniture in it was a heavy wooden, armless chair placed directly in the center of the room. It reminded her of an electric chair.
"This way, Thelma!" Mr. Cole spoke in a quite pleasant voice as he took her by the arm.
She wanted to hang back but didn't dare. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer and she was becoming clammy with fear. She became even more horrified when she realized that he had really not explained in detail what he intended to do!
"Do I have to bend over that chair or what?" she nervously asked.
"Oh, no, I'm going to sit on the chair and take you over my knees!" Mr. Cole replied. "It'll be just a regular old-fashioned spanking, Thelma!"
"Over your knees!" Thelma exclaimed in an incredulous voice. "Don't you think I'm a little too old for that?"
"Not at all!" he replied, seating himself on the stout chair.
Without further ado, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her face down over his lap!
"OOOOOH!" Thelma screamed with surprise and alarm as she suddenly found herself in that humiliating position over the store manager's knees. Realizing that her fashionable short dress had ridden up, she hastily grabbed at it to try to yank it back down.
Mr. Cole looked at the struggling woman across his lap and liked what he saw. Her form-fitting orange knit dress outlined a pair of very spankable hips, buxom and full but not overweight. Her dark brown stockings enhanced her shapely legs, which at the moment were waving rather uncertainly in the air.
"Hold still!" he directed, grabbing her right arm and twisting it behind her back to bring her under control.
"Oh, don't, you're hurting me!" Thelma protested, a grimace coming over her hotly flushed face. She tried to look back over her shoulder to communicate with him.
"Hold still!" Mr. Cole repeated. "It'll take a few moments for me to get you ready!"
"Get me ready?" Thelma cried out in a horrified voice. "What in the world are you talking about?"
Mr. Cole did not reply. Instead, he calmly grasped the hem of Thelma's brightly colored dress and began pulling it upward!
"EEEEK!" Thelma emitted an ear-piercing scream and nearly fainted when she realized what he was doing. "OH, NO, DON'T YOU DARE! STOP!" she protested, wildly thrashing about in a manner designed to defend herself.
Easily holding his horrified victim with her wrist pressed tightly against the small of her back, Mr. Cole proceeded to pull her dress up. The results by far exceeded his expectations. First into view came the two darker bands of her clinging brown nylon stockings, followed by garter belt clips and milk-white thighs. Her black garter belt suspenders contrasted vividly with her carnation-white flesh, and the appealing view was more than enough to inspire a throbbing erection.
"OH, NO, DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU DARE! STOP IT, OH, HOW AWFUL!" Thelma screamed at her tormentor. It was hard to believe that something so indecent was actually happening to her! "STOP IT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THIS TO ME! STOP IT, I MEAN IT!"
Despite her struggles and outraged screams, Mr. Cole kept working her dress up to reveal more and more of her fascinating body. Within moments her black panties, trimmed at the legs with white lace, came into view. The figure-hugging garment fit her beautifully rounded buttocks like a glove, but could barely contain them. In fact, the lower slopes of each cheek were peeking out saucily, revealing pink-white flesh that was quivering quite invitingly.
"PULL MY DRESS DOWN!" Thelma shrieked at the top of her lungs when she realized that even her panties were exposed. The modest housewife had never felt so humiliated in her entire life! "OH, THIS IS JUST DREADFUL! I'VE NEVER BEEN TREATED THIS WAY IN MY LIFE!"
She tried to wrestle free of his grip, but her efforts only caused painful pressure on her wrist. Instead, she had to resort to kicking her nylon-clad legs wildly back and forth, thereby unintentionally creating an even more stimulating effect on her disciplinarian. Ignoring her outraged comments, Mr. Cole carefully arranged her dress above her panties and paused for a long moment to survey the enticing combination of plump feminine buttocks adorned by black panties and shapely legs enhanced by dark brown nylons held up tautly by a black garter belt. The inspiring sight made his rigid prick pound all the more furiously.
"Oh, I'll get even with you for this!" Thelma muttered between clenched teeth. Tears of humiliation welled in her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder and saw how immodestly she was exposed. "You can't get by with something like this!"
Pausing for a moment for dramatic effect, Mr. Cole boldly slipped his hand into the elastic waistband of her black panties, his knuckles brushing against her silky smooth feminine flesh! He was fully prepared for the explosion that followed.
"OOOOOH!" Thelma shrieked with unspeakable horror at the indecent assault. He wouldn't dare do such a thing to her! "OH, DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU DARE! STOP! STOP THIS INSTANT! STOP! OH, YOU FIEND!"
Thoroughly enjoying the humiliation he was inflicting on the aristocratic woman, Mr. Cole slowly peeled her panties down as if he were unwrapping a Christmas present. His reward was even greater than he had anticipated. Her voluptuous buttocks were perfectly sculptured, the two pink-white mounds of delicate, satiny feminine flesh forming a pair of lush, quivering hemispheres. Her bottom was big, but not too big, and beautifully suited for what he had in mind.
"DON'T YOU DARE TAKE THEM DOWN! STOP!" Thelma continued to scream although the deed was done. "OH, THIS IS THE MOST HUMILIATING THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME! I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! NEVER!" Tears of shame were trickling down her hotly blushing cheeks. And she was outraged to think that her completely bare bottom was horribly vulnerable and defenseless, and nakedly exposed to the eyes of this complete stranger.
Mr. Cole carefully pulled the wretched woman's panties down below the tops of her dark brown stockings. Framed by her garter belt and nylon hose, her quivering and flexing buttocks made a perfect target for discipline. She was desperately holding her shapely legs very tightly together, but he could see the shadow of fine crop of luxuriantly brunette pubic hair.
"OH, THIS IS HORRIBLE!" Thelma continued to express her indignation in no uncertain terms. Twisting like a worm on his lap, the brunette housewife took a quick look back over her shoulder and nearly swooned at the sight of her plump buttocks sticking up obscenely naked! "OOOOOH ... OH, THIS IS TERRIBLE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HUMILIATING THIS IS? OH, THIS IS JUST DREADFUL!"
Sizing up the voluptuous target carefully, Mr. Cole raised his right hand in the air and took careful aim. SMACK! His open palm landed squarely across the crevice of Thelma's bare buttocks, momentarily flattening both plump cheeks.
"YEOWWW!" Thelma shrieked with pain and surprise as his sturdy palm landed right on target. Her brunette head snapped back to reveal a pained grimace on her face, and her shapely legs swung reflexively back and forth. The totally inexperienced woman had never dreamed that it would sting like that! "OWWWWW!"
Mr. Cole let his hand rest right where it had landed, his palm and fingers enjoying the velvety smooth feminine flesh.
"OH, TAKE YOUR HAND OFF OF ME!" Thelma screamed at him. Nothing could be more humiliating than having a stranger's bare masculine palm resting familiarly right on her bare bottom! "TAKE YOUR HAND OFF OF ME!"
Mr. Cole was more than willing to oblige. Lifting his hand in the air, he aimed the second swat at the writhing woman's right buttock. SPLAT!
"OWWWW!" Thelma screamed as his sturdy hand flattened her tender ass-cheek and felt as if it were going to slam right through it. Once again her brunette head snapped back and her legs swung as if being pulled on strings. The pain brought tears to her eyes, but at the moment at least the unbearable humiliation was much greater than the physical discomfort. "STOP IT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THIS TO ME! YOU TRICKED ME!"
"You have only your own foolishness to blame, my dear!" Mr. Cole laconically informed the irate woman. Lifting his hand, he took aim at the opposite cheek.
SMACK! Mr. Cole's rough masculine palm crashed down hard against Thelma's left ass-cheek, sending rippling flesh reverberating in both directions.
"OWWWW! OH, YOU BEAST!" Thelma yelled. "STOP IT! OH, THIS IS JUST AWFUL!" She instinctively twisted in various directions in an effort to avoid the painful blows, but he was much the stronger of the two and easily held her in position over his lap. "I'LL GET EVEN WITH YOU FOR THIS!"
Smack! Splat! Whack! Mr. Cole brought his open palm down repeatedly on Thelma's buxom, satiny soft buttocks, aiming each blow carefully but following no particular pattern. Each resounding whack produced a loud scream of pain from the miserable housewife, who repeatedly bucked up across his lap with her brunette hair tossing in various directions and her nylon-clad legs swinging merrily back and forth. Her spaciously curved bottom quickly became a bright red on both sides, and the hot, prickling flesh continually kept flexing and puckering in anxious expectation of future mistreatment. Smack! Splat! Whack!
"Owwww! Oooooh, no! Stop! It hurts! That's enough! Owwww! Ooooh, no! Owwww!" Tears clouding her vision, Thelma howled and pleaded as the painful and humiliating spanks left her buttocks burning with a deeply penetrating heat. "Owwww! Stop it! This is dreadful! Ooooh, no! Please, it hurts too much! A woman is tender ... Owwww! Oh, this is horrible! Owwww! Oooooh, noo! Owwwww!"
"Just remember why you're being spanked!" Mr. Cole reminded her.
Whack! Splat! Smack! As the repeated blows to her highly sensitive posterior became more and more painful, the miserable woman no longer worried about safeguarding her modesty. She frantically began kicking her shapely legs hard and wide, revealing her lush brunette bush and vivid coral cuntal lips to her assailant. Sobbing and breathless, she was all too aware of how much she was exposing herself, and was absolutely convinced that she was simply going to die of shame! Whack! Splat! Smack!
"Owwww! Oooooh! Oh, this is horrible! I'm suffering! Ouch! Owwww!" Thelma's pained outcries became more and more intense. "Ouch! Owwww! Oooooohh! Please! Stop! That's enough! Owwww! I've learned my lesson! Owwwww! Oh, this is awful! Ouch! Owwwww! Stop, please!"
Smack! Splat! Whack! Smack! Mr. Cole's eyes were feasting on the lewd display that Thelma was involuntarily providing him, and his blood-engorged cock was starting to ache with lustful intent. He was confident that she would soon prefer a much less painful form of punishment, and continued applying his open palm with ringing whacks that landed first on one side and then the other. Whack! Smack! Smack! Splat! Whack!
"Owwwww! Please! Oooooh! Oh, this is just dreadful! Owwww! OOOOOH! OWWWWW!" Thelma found herself becoming quite carried away. "OWWWWW! OUCH! OWWWWW! OH, STOP, I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE!"
To her complete dismay, the suffering and humiliated housewife started to realize that the burning heat and shame caused by the spanking was having a thoroughly stimulating effect on her! Her clitoris had swollen to the point where it felt as if it were about to burst, and gushes of slippery pussy juice were dripping between the legs! She had never been that aroused before, not even on her honeymoon.
What's the matter with me? I can't understand it. I must be crazy! Oh, my clit is starting to drive me insane! I'm going to have to do something about it! Good Lord, I never dreamed I'd go for something like this!
Smack! Splat! Smack! Mr. Cole continued applying his meaty hand right where it would hurt most. Kicking her stockinged legs wildly back and forth, Thelma frantically tossed about on his lap. Becoming aware of the erection that was forcing a firm tent in his slacks, the wretched woman found herself becoming even more aroused! Smack! Splat! Whack! Smack!
"Owwwww! Please! Please, stop! Owwwww! Please!" Thelma tearfully begged for mercy. "OOOOH! OWWWWW! OOOOH! OOOOOH! CAN'T YOU PUNISH ME SOME OTHER WAY?"
Why did I say that? I can't help myself! I can't stand this pain. I have to do something! Oh, I never dreamed I'd be into something like this!
Mr. Cole was waiting for the opportunity. "Of course!" he told her, his hand abruptly stopping in the middle of another blow. Instead, he brought it down gently with his extended middle finger probing directly into her wet furrow!
"OOOOOH!" Thelma screamed with a mixture of indignation and arousal as his finger separated her cuntal groove and explored the interior. "OOOOOH!"
"My, aren't we wet?" Mr. Cole tormented the highly agitated woman. "From the looks of things, you're going to need a lot more in there than my finger!"
As he spoke, his exploring finger pressed against her swollen clitoris, sending salacious Shockwaves surging throughout her entire body!
"OOOOOOH!" Thelma shrieked. She was torn between a furious desire to resist and to surrender, and was totally dumbfounded by the fact that she was so sexually excited by a man she despised so much. His roaming finger was sending her body temperature into orbit, and she was thoroughly ashamed of the quantities of pussy juice that were bubbling up so enthusiastically, but she was utterly helpless and could do nothing to gain control of her traitorous body.
"You have a marvelous cunt, my dear!" Mr. Cole informed the sobbing woman.
"Oh, how can you talk like that?" Thelma protested indignantly. "Oh, I'm so ashamed I could die!" A fresh wave of sobs overcame her.
"Let's get these panties all the way off, Thelma!" Mr. Cole told her. "And then we'll see if we can't solve your problem for you!"
He quickly peeled the weeping woman's panties down to her ankles, paused to remove her high heeled shoes, and then finished removing her panties. Instead of tossing them on the floor, however, he stuffed them into his pocket to provide himself with a souvenir of the occasion.
"Up on your feet!" he instructed, holding her dress up to the waist so that it would not fall down.
"What are you going to...." Thelma asked between sobs as she awkwardly got to her feet. She tried to push his hands away from her upraised dress, but could not put too much strength into it. Her clitoris was still bloated and itching furiously, and to her own dismay and discomfort she was practically ready to get down on her knees and beg for it.
"You'll see, you'll see!" Mr. Cole assured her. "Now bend over the back of the chair!" he instructed, getting to his feet and turning the chair around. "Come on!"
"No more spanking, please!" Thelma pleaded as she embarrassedly obeyed.
"Don't worry, your fanny is red enough!" Mr. Cole replied. The sight of the attractive brunette bent over the back of the chair with her bare and freshly spanked bottom sticking up higher than the rest of her body, and her shapely legs displayed in dark brown nylons, made his stiff and hotly throbbing penis twitch lewdly inside his pants.
Holding the seat of the chair with both hands, Thelma could not hold still for a moment. Anticipatory contractions were shooting through her cuntal walls, making her squirm and twist with sensuous movements, while at the same time foaming quantities of hot, sticky pussy juice were oozing through her labia and trickling down the insides of her thighs. The entire area felt almost unbelievably hot.
I must be losing my mind or something, the tormented woman thought to herself. I've never felt so cock-hungry in my life! I'd do anything to get it inside me! I'll never be able to look anyone in the eye again!
An expectant smile on his face, Mr. Cole proceeded to unzip his fly, reached into his undershorts, and hauled out his red-crested and stiffly erect prick. Thelma told herself not to look, but her ever-present curiosity got the better of her. The first glance made her nearly swoon! Capped by an absolutely enormous glans, his purplish, blood-swollen harpoon measured a full nine inches from tip to stern and was as thick as an oversize sausage!
"Oooooh!" Thelma could not restrain the admiring gasp that escaped through her lips. At the same time, her pussy began to twitch all the more restlessly at the prospect of having all that hard meat inside.
Well aware of the effect he was having on his attractive victim, Mr. Cole stood directly in front of her with his erection jutting lewdly outward.
"Perhaps you'd like to hold it in your mouth for a while?" he suggested.
"OH, WHAT A FILTHY IDEA!" Thelma burst out, twisting her head out of the way at the revolting suggestion. "OH, HOW CAN YOU...." her voice trailed off. Yet, at the same time, at the back of her mind there was a barely conscious notion that she would really like to try it some time. The idea made her feel all the more guilty and ashamed.
Mr. Cole enjoyed a hearty laugh at his victim's puritanical reaction. "You ought to consider yourself lucky to be allowed to chew on something like that!" he told her.
"OOOOOH...." Thelma was shocked at his crudeness to be able to think of a suitable reply.
Mr. Cole stepped around behind her back. "Spread your legs, honey!" he instructed.
Although it was humiliating to be bossed around like that, Thelma quickly obeyed. Her plump, still-red buttocks were twitching and flexing in anxious expectation of the impalement to come, and the nerve-ends in her vaginal canal were tingling at the prospect of coming into contact with sleek manmeat. Her lust-starved clitoris was bloated to the point that it was downright painful.
His eyes lighting up as his victim's bright pink and plump cuntal lips came into view, Mr. Cole quickly stepped forward and aimed the sleek crown of his wildly pulsating cock into the pink, wet furrow. Thelma's body tensed and then shuddered violently as male and female meat came into contact.
"Ooooooooh!" Closing her eyes and gripping the seat of the chair, Thelma tried to prepare herself for the harpooning to follow. The fact that a virtual stranger was about to violate her in that bizarre position, for some reason, seemed to make it all the more thrilling.
"Now just relax, Thelma, and I'll give you what that cunt of yours is just drooling to get! Mr. Cole told her.
Resting his hands on her hips, he pressed the tip of his lust-swollen member between the two slippery outer folds of her cunt, pushing them apart and poking into the lushly wet interior. His oversize cock-head slid between the inner labia and entered her vaginal tunnel.
"Ahhhhh! Ooooooh!" Thelma could not restrain herself as she felt her sex-hungry pussy being dilated by his powerful harpoon. "Oooooh! Ahhhhh!"
Mr. Cole was in no hurry. As one gush after another of warm, oily pussy juice washed over his intruding prick, he penetrated slowly. Bent far over the back of the chair, Thelma twisted and squirmed like a snake as she felt his thick hunk of meat burrowing into her eagerly awaiting cunt-hole. Each thrust forward sent shivers racing through her body, and she was so hot that she felt like yanking her clothes off.
"Ooooh! Ooooh, my! Ahhhh!" she repeatedly gasped in a husky, breathless voice. "Ooooh! Ooooh! Ahhhh! Ooooooh, my!"
"Just let yourself go!" Mr. Cole told her. "You really need a good hard fuck and that's what you're going to get, I can assure you!"
As more and more wetly clinging cunt-meat surrounded his hotly throbbing tool, the salacious store manager drilled inward to the hilt and came to a halt with his turgidly throbbing cock nearly out of sight.
"There!" he announced. "That's what your cunt needs, isn't it?" he asked confidently.
"Y-y-yes!" Thelma admitted with an obvious stammer.
Although the young matron was thoroughly ashamed of herself, she could not deny that she was thrilled to the marrow of her bones by what was happening. Bolts of lightening were shooting through her cock-expanded cunt, spreading hot waves of pleasure in all directions. Her clitoris was in full bloom, swollen to the point where it felt as if it would burst at any moment. Her voluptuous breasts were becoming so taut that her brassiere felt decidedly uncomfortable.
"Oooooh! Ahhhh! Oooooh! Ooooooh!! " she gasped again and again although she was ashamed to let him know how excited she was. "Ooooooh! Ahhhhh! Ooooooh!"
Working her dress up over the waistband of her black garter belt, Mr. Cole grasped her narrow waist at each side with his hands. His firm grip gave Thelma a powerless feeling of being completely under his control, and she found herself thoroughly relishing the submissive role that was being thrust upon her. The muscles that controlled her vaginal tract began contracting inward with hungry sucking movements, as if trying to pull his thick sausage all the way inside her.
"Mmmmmm, that cunt of yours has a mind of its own!" Mr. Cole remarked.
Holding the helplessly excited woman firmly at the waist, he began thrusting back and forth in a deliberately controlled fashion. Tantalized by the thrusting masculine member, Thelma's hot cunt responded with voluminous squirts of feminine dew that thoroughly soaked the virile intruder. Unable to hold herself back, she twisted and thrust her hips with sensuous undulating movements. She was all too well aware of the fact that she had never behaved in such an uninhibited manner before.
"Oooooh! Ahhhhhh! It feels so wonderful!" she admitted. "I have to have it! Oooooh! It's so hard! So hard! Ooooooh! Ahhhhh! Ooooooh!"
With his pumping movements established, Mr. Cole permitted his hands to roam over her bent figure. Stroking the tops of her nylons, her sleek thighs, and playing with her garter belt, he pushed her dress up farther and worked his hands under her to cup her well-filled black brassiere. Feeling the two voluptuous mounds beneath the figure-defining garment, he began squeezing and kneading in a none-too-gentle fashion.
"OOOOOH! Ahhhhh! Oh, my! What are you doing?" Thelma cried out breathlessly. "Oooooh! Ooooooh! You're driving me crazy! Oh, your hands, please! Oooooh!"
"Jeez, you got great tits!" Mr. Cole lewdly remarked to his squirming victim.
Continually tormenting her with both hands, he gradually began thrusting at a faster pace. Time and again his elongated tool drove its way to the nether depths of the writhing woman's cunt. Thelma kept pace with him, wriggling and thrusting her plump hips from side to side while employing her pelvic muscles to achieve a suction effect. She never realized that she had so much pussy juice inside her. It seemed to be pouring out in gallons, totally soaking his prick and spilling out of the lips of her defenselessly quivering pussy.
Oh, I've never been so aroused before, she told herself with considerable dismay. I can't believe that I'd be carrying on like this! It's shameful but I simply can't help myself!
Mr. Cole kept pushing her dress up until it was hanging down nearly over her head, leaving the black straps of her brassiere standing out against her white flesh. Without missing a stroke, he undid the clasp in the middle of her back and pulled the cups free of her pendulous breasts. His hands quickly surrounded the two voluptuous, 39-inch mounds, squeezing them in a rough manner and twisting them in all directions.
"OWWW! Oooooh! AHHHH!" Thelma cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he manhandled her melony breasts. She thought she would faint each time his fingers brushed against her taut nipples. "OOOOOH! AHHHHH! Oooooh! Ahhhh! Ouch! Oooooh!"
"You love it and you know it!" Mr. Cole tormented his writhing victim. "Don't you?"
"Y-yes!" Thelma shamefully admitted with some difficulty. "Oooh! Ahhhh! Owwww! Ahhhhhh!"
Draped over the shapely brunette's bent-down figure Mr. Cole kept thrusting his impaling red-hot poker back and forth inside her drooling cunt while simultaneously fondling her voluptuous breasts in a lewd, rough manner. Although at times it was downright painful, Thelma found the new experience wildly stimulating and exhilarating. Her entire body seemed to come alive with rich, vibrant feelings that she had been totally unaware of before. Electric-like shocks kept emanating from her lust-driven clitoris, sending wave after wave of sensuous enjoyment racing through her nervous system.
Thelma could scarcely believe that it was all happening to her. It seemed quite impossible that she could be enjoying such raw, rough sex! Although she was too worked up to analyze it at the moment, she realized that the humiliation and the pain of the spanking had unleashed passions that she hadn't known herself capable of. I'll never be the same after this, she thought to herself.
Thrusting repeatedly back and forth in the shapely brunette's pink tunnel, Mr. Cole's madly pulsating organ built up a raging fire in Thelma's sex-starved cunt. Instinctively she was constricting her vaginal walls, sucking and grabbing at the masculine invader, trying to pull it farther and farther inside her. The nerve ends along her vaginal canal had become raw from the friction, and each thrust produced violent shudders. Her supply of drooling pussy juice seemed totally unending.
Her voluptuous breasts felt like two hot, glowing coals. His hands never quit tormenting them for an instant. Squeezing, grabbing, twisting, pulling and generally abusing them, he quickly worked her into a frenzy of discomfort and lustful arousal. Totally breathless and nearly sobbing in a distraught manner, she tried to pull his abusive hands away from her but did not really want to succeed.
"OH, YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!" she finally screamed at him. "PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER! FUCK ME! REALLY PUT IT TO ME! PLEASE!"
"You really have to have it, don't you?
You're a real bitch in heat!" Mr. Cole tormented his hapless victim.
"OOOOOH!" Thelma tried to ignore his cutting remarks. "PLEASE, I'M IN SUCH A STATE! I NEED HELP! OOOOH, THIS IS JUST AWFUL! I'VE NEVER FELT THIS WAY BEFORE!"
"You're going to get help all right!" Mr. Cole promised with an amused laugh.
"HARDER! HARDER! PLEASE, DON'T MAKE ME BEG FOR IT! OH, I'M SO ASHAMED! OH, THIS IS JUST DREADFUL!" Thelma's voice mixed self-pity, pleading and deep sexual arousal. "OOOOH! OUCH! OH, YOU'RE HURTING ME! PLEASE! OOOOH! OWWWWWW! AHHHH! OOOOH! MY BREASTS, MY PUSSY ... OOOH! AHHHH! OOOOH!"
Although he was still holding himself back, Mr. Cole stepped up the cadence. His thrusts were firm and hard, relentlessly drilling his turgid cock deep into her helplessly yielding cunt-hole before drawing back until just the crown was inside. Each thrust produced a loud gasp from the panting woman, who kept undulating her buxom posterior in all directions to get the most out of each stroke. Her cuntal contractions were becoming more severe and forceful, and at times she squeezed his masculine harpoon in an almost painful vise.
"MORE! KEEP DOING IT! OOOH, MY! OOOOH!" Thelma was too beside herself to think about what she was saying. The words spilled out automatically, at times making very little sense. "OOOOH! HARDER! OH, THIS IS ... OOOOH ... MY CUNT IS DRIVING ME OUT OF MY MIND! DO SOMETHING! OOOOH! A WOMAN CAN ONLY STAND SO MUCH OF THIS! OOOOH! AHHHH! OUCH! OOOH! THIS IS ... OOOOH...."
"So a woman can only stand so much, huh?" Mr. Cole asked in a belligerent voice. "Well, we'll see how much you can stand!"
Squeezing his writhing victim's voluptuous breasts as hard as he could, he began pumping as furiously as possible. His powerful, virile thrusts forced Thelma up on tiptoes and at times lifted her feet right off the floor. Sagging precariously over the back of the chair and doubly tormented by his almost brutal hands and jackhammer-like thrusts, Thelma found herself in heaven and hell at the same time. Her cunt was burning like an out-of-control forest fire, and her bloated clitoris felt on the verge of exploding.
"OOOOH! AHHHH! AHHHH! I'M GOING TO CUM! OOOOH! OOOOOH, MY! I LOVE ... OOOOH!" Thelma's voice was hysterical and her words were much less intelligible than they appear in print. "OOOOOH! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER! OOOH! MY CUNT, MY CUNT, MY CUNT ... OOOOH! I CAN'T BELIEVE ... OOOOH! AHHHH! ... OOOOH! OH, MY! OOOOH...."
Mr. Cole continued to manhandle her tormented body in a sadistic fashion. His blood-filled, aching prick repeatedly jammed its way to her cervix, dilating her hotly drooling pussy. His fingers began pinching her taut nipples in a deliberately cruel manner, causing her pain and ecstasy at the same time.
"OOOH ... AHHHH ... OOOOH! I'M GOING TO CUM! AHHHH ... OOOOH ... OWWW! IT HURTS BUT I LOVE ... OOOOH ... AHHHH ... OOOOH...." Thelma was on the verge of a volcanic eruption. "OOOOH ... AHHHHK ... OWWW ... THIS IS TOO ... OOOOH! I'M GOING TO ... OOOOH ... AHHHHH...."
Maintaining his brutal grip on her, Mr. Cole slammed his red-hot prick into her with all the strength he could summon up and exploded like a howitzer! An artillery barrage of thick, hot masculine cream suddenly blasted the interior of Thelma's overheated cunt, mixing with her swirling pussy cream in a wild celebration of lustful pleasure. The powerful blasts sent her vaginal walls into convulsions, the spasms grabbing and sucking greedily on his exploding prick.
"OOOOOOH...." Thelma emitted a blood-curdling scream as she began experiencing a completely shattering, overpowering orgasm. For several moments, she nearly blacked out as the spasmic convulsions in her pussy and clitoris spread their voluptuous waves of raw, physical rapture through her wildly twitching body. "OOOOH ... AHHHH ... OOOOH!. . .
I can't believe it, I can't believe it, the inexperienced woman repeatedly told herself. I never dreamed it could be like this! This is heaven! I just can't believe it! I just can't believe it!