I wasn’t technically supposed to be kissing her, but to be fair she had initiated it.

I was just taking a little longer than necessary to make her stop. Okay, a lot longer than necessary, as I reveled in the feeling of her soft body pressed against me, our breasts rubbing together just as her tongue met mine.

I wanted to get lost in this moment, to take her to the floor and make her come until her thighs were quivering, but unfortunately, I was in the middle of a session and that wasn’t what she — or her husband — was paying me for.

Just then he cleared his throat from across the room, and I mentally rolled my eyes. Heaven forbid the ladies get carried away and forget to entertain him.

Simply to make a point, I pulled her tighter against me and deepened our kiss for a moment longer. He may have just been a spectator in this scene, but I wanted him to know that I was in charge.

I took the woman, Marie, by the shoulders and pushed her back abruptly.

“What the fuck was that, you little slut?” I snapped. Before she could answer, I continued, “Your husband brought you here so that I can treat your infidelity and make you a proper wife again, and you have the gall to try to make out with me?”

She started to stutter an apology, but I slapped her across the cheek before she could get it out. There’s something delightfully taboo about slapping a woman, even when they’ve specifically told you it turns them on. It had taken me months to overcome the urge to pull back at the last minute and avoid a proper impact. This slap was hard enough to make her head whip to the side.

“You are not to speak, slut.”

I continued my commands to her: “Strip down to your underwear. Slowly. Give your husband a good show.” I pointed to the man on the throne across from us.

Marie did as she was told, slowly removing each layer of clothing, moving her body erotically as she did so. She knew exactly how to show off her assets.

“Now bend over the table and take your punishment.”

She bent over the leather spanking bench, wiggling her ass at me flirtatiously, the little pink bow on the back of her thong peeking out between her generous cheeks.

“Whose ass is this?” I asked as I smacked both palms hard against those plump cheeks.

“Yours, Mistress!” she exclaimed, breathing heavily as I continued to spank her in lazy strokes.

I stopped spanking, and she thought she’d given me the right answer. I picked up a leather paddle, rubbing it against her upper thighs menacingly.

“Wrong answer. This ass belongs to your husband. And only your husband. You will stop offering it up to everyone like a little whore and focus only on his pleasure.” I punctuated my lecture with sweeping strokes of the paddle, alternating between smacking her cheeks and the sweet spot at the top of her thighs. She squealed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

We continued her punishment, progressing through a pile of implements that her husband selected and was handing to me one at a time. The heavier the implement, the more she moaned, until I noticed she’d slid a hand underneath her and was trying to get herself off.

“You are fucking hopeless! This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about his.”

I pulled her hair hard, dragging her head around to look at her husband.

“Enough punishment. Show me you can please him with your body. Give him your best lap dance or I’ll be forced to use the cane on you next.”

I took a seat on the bench and watched as she gyrated and rubbed herself against him. Once he was hard, she turned her back to him and ground her ass against his erection. Even through his pants, she clearly knew how to ride a dick.

She was going through the motions with him, but her smoldering eyes were on me as she slipped a finger into her mouth and sucked on it suggestively.

She was going through the motions with him, but her smoldering eyes were on me as she slipped a finger into her mouth and sucked on it suggestively.

Marie slid that wet finger down across her collarbone and into her bra, pulling the cup back to expose her pink nipple. She pinched it with her fingertips, sighing as she rolled the hard bud between them. She continued sliding her hand down into her panties, obviously rubbing her clit as she thrust back against her husband. She pulled her panties to the side, showing me her trimmed pussy, spreading her lips with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She whimpered as her motions became frantic, sweeping across that bundle of nerves with total abandon.

I probably should have forced her to stop, but I wanted to see what she looked like as she came. She finally broke eye contact as the orgasm overwhelmed her, closing her eyes and tossing her head back. Even from across the room, I could see her empty pussy clenching rhythmically, craving something inside. I wished I could fuck her, but our session had come to an end.

The intercom on the wall crackled to life.

“Excuse me, Mistress Scarlett. Your session has ended.”

I pushed the button and replied, “Thank you.”

Turning back to the couple, I said, “I’m going into the bathroom now to get cleaned up. It might take me a few minutes. Under no circumstances is Marie allowed to suck your dick and get you off while I’m in there. That would be against the rules.”

I winked and watched them smirk before closing the bathroom door behind me. I washed my hands and checked my phone, waiting until I heard the husband groan before reemerging. I was just in time to see Marie swallow as he put his dick back in his pants.

“In the future,” I told her, “I hope you’ll please your husband without all this punishment.” Then to him I said, “But do bring her back anytime she needs a refresher course.”

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