The General Pays a Visit

As we wait, I don't speak – just sit sipping my scotch on the rocks. You don't talk either. We just wait there in silence on either side of the living room. Me in the armchair, you nervously upright on the edge of the sofa – dressed in your finest blouse and skirt. You glance repeatedly at the clock on the wall.

And finally, we hear the knock on the door. The knock that signals that the game is about to begin.

You open the door and let the general in. He's an elderly gentleman - tall and gaunt with grey hair, dressed in his dark, heavy military uniform, epaulets on his shoulders, a row of medals on his chest, black leather gloves on his hands. Both of you stand in the middle of the room as he calmly looks you over, his face devoid of any expression.

You know what I'm about to say – but still, you wait to hear the command.

"Take your clothes off," I finally say.

You sigh, wincing slightly, still somewhat uncomfortable about undressing right in front of the general. But those are the rules – and you have to obey.

Slowly, you remove your blouse, your skirt, your bra and panties. The General follows the process intently until finally you stand in front of him, naked and beautiful. Your blonde hair just reaches your shoulders, your firm, round breasts point straight at him. The mound of your pussy is carefully trimmed, just revealing the dark pink lips. And at the end of your long, slender legs, your feet are dressed in an elegant pair of high-heeled shoes. You are just gorgeous – and my cock begins twitching at the sight.

I let the two of you stand there in silence for a while. He must be able the smell your skin – the sweet scent of female flesh – the scent that drive men wild – that drives me wild.

"Please," I say. "Have a seat, Sir."

The general walks around you, pulls out an upright wooden chair, and sits down. From there he has a lovely view of your back and your curvy behind. I let him enjoy the sight for a while as I take another sip of my scotch.

"Right, honey," I say. "The general would like you to lie on his lap. Face down."

You hesitate slightly – then walk to his chair. Carefully, you place yourself across his uniform pants – your legs on one side of the chair, your arms on the other. You turn your head slightly to look at me, biting your lip in anticipation.

"Well, Sir," I say slowly. "As you know, my wife has been a very naughty girl. And for that reason, she has demanded to be punished by you."

The general nods. I wait for a second before giving the official order:

"The punishment may begin – now!"

The general raises his gloved hand and slaps your buttock hard.

Smack!

You wince – and he slaps you again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

With great precision, he keeps spanking you – in a calmly measured rhythm, every single slap delivered from exactly the same height with exactly the same velocity – alternating from one buttock to the other, gradually turning them a dark pink. I hear you whimpering quietly.

"Yes?" I say. "You like that, don't you?"

Shivering, you shake your head.

"Don't be silly," I reply. "Of course you love it. You're a dirty little girl, aren't you? I bet you're getting wet already ..."

Hesitantly, you nod, your eyes filling with tears.

"Please ..." you whisper.

I feel my cock stretching to its full length inside my pants. I'm so aroused – so incredibly aroused. If you're as excited as me, your juices must be soaking The General's uniform pants. I sip my scotch and decide to give you the permission you want.

"Very well," I say. "You may touch yourself. Sir – keep up the spanking."

The General nods – and lands slap after measured slap on your delicious little butt. Your trembling hand reaches for your pussy – and a shiver of pleasure goes through your entire body as your fingers make contact with your clit. It must be all hard and swollen by now – swimming in the juices of your lust.

"Ohhh!" you gasp.

"Look at me!" I order. "Look at me when you masturbate."

You stare straight into my eyes, sobbing in ecstasy as your fingers stroke your clit. I can't imagine how wet you must be now – but I know that every stroke of The General's gloved hand brings you closer and closer to orgasm.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Your mouth falls open as you gasp for air.

"Are you coming?" I ask sharply.

"Aaah!" you reply. "Aaah – yes – aaah!"

You thrash about on the general's lap as the climax hits you. He places his other gloved hand firmly on your back, holding you still as he continues to spank you. You go limp, and your hand drops to the floor as you savor your orgasm.

"No!" I say. "Don't stop. Keep going. I want you to come again."

You whimper more loudly this time. Your trembling fingers find your clit again and you clench your eyes shut in pleasure and agony as you resume masturbating. I could order you to keep looking at me – but it's more important that you come again. A wet patch forms on the general's dark uniform pants – the juices most be gushing from your cunt. I can smell your arousal from here.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Your buttocks grow a deeper red as The General keeps spanking you. I sip my scotch again and put the glass down. My cock is completely, even painfully, erect, poking against the fabric of my pants. I unzip and let it out. It stretches, twitching, its bluish head hot and swollen. You've opened your eyes at the sound of the zipper, and your mouth falls open, gasping at the sight of my throbbing member.

"Now," I say. "Get those fingers inside your cunt. Fuck yourself."

You gasp loudly – and I can actually hear the wet, rhythmic sounds from your pussy – telling me you're obeying.

"Ah!" you gasp. "Ah! Ah!"

Your face is flushed with excitement, your whole body quivering as another climax approaches. You're so beautiful, the sight of you is almost enough to make me come. I grab my cock in my fist and slowly begin to masturbate.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Aaah! Aaah!"

You scream as you come again. You squirm uncontrollably on the general's thigs, almost falling to the floor. He grabs the back of your neck and holds you in place to receive a few more blows. I stand up, my hard cock bouncing in front of me as I prepare for the second part of your punishment.

"On the floor!" I order. "On your back."

Your body is still shaking, and you struggle to obey me. Exhausted, you stumble from the geeral's lap and lie on your back on the floor. I stand above you, my eyes focused on the sight of your succulent pussy. It's still trembling from your latest orgasm – so pink, so wet. The very thought of entering your soft, velvet flesh makes my cock jump with excitement. I can't wait to fuck you. The general calmly puts his hands on his knees and just sits there, looking at you. But – is there a hint of a bulge beginning to grow inside his pants?

"Spread your legs," I grunt at you, my voice unsteady, out of breath.

Again you comply, spreading your slender thighs. Your cunt gapes at me – ready for my cock, ready for penetration. I bide my time and slowly kneel between your legs, grinning at you wickedly as I slowly masturbate. Looking into your eyes, I spit on my cock and spread the saliva all over my throbbing shaft. It feels even better with you watching.

"So," I whisper. "Exactly how naughty have you been?"

"Oh," you gasp, your naked body writhing on the floor in front of me. "I've been so bad. Really bad."

I grab the root of my cock and guide it towards your cunt. My mouth waters – I'm almost drooling with lust.

"Yes," I reply, breathing heavily. "You've been a bad girl – a naughty little slut. Now take ... this!"

In one powerful thrust I plunge my entire shaft into the depths of your flesh. You scream.

"Aaah!"

And you scream again, as I start hammering my cock into your soft, slippery cunt. I fuck you like a madman, as you thrash about on the floor, crying out with pleasure:

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!"

Feeling the pressure building inside my shaft, I grit my teeth. But it's no use. I'm too aroused to hold back much longer. I thrust deeper and deeper into your succulent flesh, and as your eyelids begin to flutter in ecstasy, I realize you're close to yet another orgasm.

"Yes!" I yell. "Come on! Come on!"

"Aaah!" you reply.

You lift your pelvis off the floor, pressing hard against mine and begin to move in a circular motion. I grab your buttocks hard with both hands – they're still burning hot from the spanking – and bury my already jumping cock inside your sopping wet pussy.

"Hunh!" I gasp.

With incredible force my cock releases the first jet of spunk inside you. I almost black out with pleasure. As I fire again, you scream as the climax surges through you.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!"

I let go completely. Spurt after spurt of piping hot semen forces its way through my shaft and bursts up into your quivering pussy. We collapse on the floor, both of us senseless with ecstasy – my cock pumping spunk into you as you thrash about deliriously.

Eventually, our orgasms subside and we just lie there on the floor. I wrap my arms around you, feeling the sweat on your hot skin. Our hearts beat like mad.

Now the general stands up and walks over to us. He unzips and pulls out his cock. It's long, hard and veiny – a tiny drop of clear liquid falls from its tip onto the floor. You sit up, opening your mouth, and he guides just the swollen head in between your lips. He closes his eyes, and immediately I see his shaft start to contract in a most familiar rhythm – he's already ejaculating into your mouth. You swallow again and again. The general never makes a sound – just closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of coming inside your mouth. I know what that feels like – it's almost better than coming inside your pussy.

The general's cock keeps pumping – much longer than I'd expect from a man his age. As his orgasm subsides, he grabs a handful of your hair and forces the entire length of his shaft in between your lips. You don't fight it – don't even gag. He holds still for a while, and then pulls out – his member glistening with your saliva. As his cock begins to grow soft, he stuffs it back into his pants, and then zips up. He stands to attention, then briskly walks to the door and lets himself out.

"Was it good?" I ask you.

You nod eagerly.

"Promise me one thing," I say.

You look at me earnestly.

"What?" you ask.

"Don't ever stop misbehaving."

You giggle.

"I won't," you say quietly, lying naked on the floor. "Don't worry. I won't."