Mr. Henry 3 / for 'D'

You remained face down after the caning. The pillow underneath your cunt was damp. Your ass glowed. While you’d been rubbing yourself, the hard strokes of the cane kept you from achieving release.

“You may need to rest a moment, D.” Mr. Henry said gently, sitting down on the bed. He placed his hand on your lower back. It felt calm, and reassuring. “You took a pretty strict caning.”

You were exhausted, and in a different state of awareness. The pain of the bruises on your bottom were offset by the comforting hand on your back. You were aware where several tears had flowed, but you were also smiling and happy. A part of you felt degraded, while another part of you felt proud that you had completed your punishment.

“Poor D.” Mr. Henry cooed.

You slowly rolled onto your side, and looked up. One hand pushed down on the bed while your other hand reached up and pulled Mr. Henry’s face down to yours.

You became aware of a familiar scent. Mr. Henry wore cologne. Nobody wears cologne anymore, right? The guys who did tended to drench themselves in it, and it was far from a turn-on. Mr. Henry’s scent was subtle and sexy, and enhanced by the fact he’d warmed up a bit while caning you. It took you right back to high school English.

The initial kiss was a gentle peck on the lips, one of those ‘I hope this is okay’ kisses. It was returned with a second, deeper kiss, answering ‘yes, just fine’.

Mr. Henry’s kiss felt like the poetry you had studied in his class. He’d been able to take dry lines from a book and explain them in a way that brought them to life and made you feel them. Kisses came in a lot of flavors and shades, and this one was perfect for the moment.

Your hand slid down to Mr. Henry’s pants. He was hard. You rubbed it gently. You could feel Mr. Henry’s breathing shift as you kissed. You didn’t want the kiss to end.

“Mr. Henry, can I suck your cock?”

“D.” Mr. Henry’s tone was slightly authoritarian. “Isn’t that ‘May I?’”

You both chuckled slightly. After all, he WAS an English teacher.

“May I suck your cock, Mr. Henry?”

“You may.”

First, the belt. Simple enough. It was like opening a gift. Both hands to undo the button at the top of his trousers. You shifted a bit to grasp the zipper, and were met with a soreness in your bottom. That’s right, you’d just been spanked, paddled, and caned…. The soreness only enhanced the moment.

“May I?” You smiled, tugging at the top of Mr. Henry’s pants.

“Yes, you may.”

Briefs. You’d always wondered. His cock was straining underneath the fabric, and you rubbed it a bit as you lifted up for another kiss.

Mr. Henry did you the favor of pulling down his shorts.

That first real look had always been something special to you. Your eyes were always drawn to that part of a guy. Never mind that half the population has a cock and balls, they’re all individual and attached to different guys. You needed to take in the view before even touching.

You’d seen bigger cocks. Different colored cocks, even. But Mr. Henry’s was perfect for him.
And you were about to make love to it with your mouth.

So many different options, aren’t there? Lick the head. Kiss the head. Go down immediately. Tease. Not tease. Hold the base. Hold the balls. No hands at all…

You placed your mouth over the head of Mr. Henry’s cock, then stuck out your tongue to lick the underside of his shaft. You were met with an appropriate groan. Slightly deeper. Fingers underneath the balls. Gentle squeeze. Much deeper. Then back to the head only. Stroking with a thumb and two fingers.

You settled into a comfortable rhythm. You’d had this fantasy in high school dozens of times. It was now reality. You felt Mr. Henry’s hand settle on your neck, just behind the ear. It wasn’t even really a matter of making him cum, you just wanted him to feel pleasure. You weren’t all that far from an orgasm yourself.

Mr. Henry’s hand gave a slight slap on you ass, which amplified the pain that was still lingering from your beating. Your shout was muffled by the cock deep in your mouth.

You dove deeper and were met by Mr. Henry’s gift.

To be honest, you were more of a ‘spitter’ than a ‘swallower’. But the injection was so deep and so simple it was just easier to drink it down. Plus, you wanted to make a good impression.

Mr. Henry returned the favor after he recovered. His kisses moved down to your breasts, down your belly, and teased your inner thighs before finally focusing on your pussy.

“My, you are a naughty wet girl, aren’t you?” Mr. Henry chided, adding: “I like naughty girls.”

Mr. Henry took you to the edge and back several times before finally granting you release. When you did come, he eased off just that right moment, then stuck in two fingers and gave a harder lick that tapped into a second orgasm waiting inside. That sensation skipped like a stone a half dozen more times until there was nothing left inside you.

Aftercare. Cuddling, and a glass of water. Some lotion on your bottom. ‘Poor thing’.

“If you’d like to return late tomorrow afternoon, D, I have a friend coming over. I think you might enjoy aiding in her discipline.”

“If that will please you, Mr. Henry.”

“It would, very much.”