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E044: The next morning
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E044: The next morning Closing the door to Emma’s room, tears form in the corner of Donald’s eyes. His sweet , so sad right now. He wants to rush back in and cradle her in his arms, wipe away her tears. But he knows he must complete this punishment for her. He goes to his study and turns on her room monitor and watches her wiggle in her sleep, turn and reaching out for what is not there. He smiles at himself some imagining all that she told him happening with Sasha. He does make a to the Spa and changes who will be working on Emma for the future. He does not mention why he wants the change or makes any accusations against Sasha. He truly can understand the passion which overtook her with Emma. Emma is so capable of doing that, without even realizing it. He spends the evening just watching Emma sleep and reading a bit of a book he has for a few hours. Around eight o’clock he makes a confirming arrangements for tomorrow. It is rather funny in a way what happened today, considering what he has planned for Emma tomorrow. But he is glad to know that Emma will be open to it, at least the start of it, after her time with Sasha. He does wonder what feeling Emma has for Sasha, which is why he stopped Sasha from being the one to work on Emma. He wants to keep Emma as his private pet, and only shared when he allows it. Donald falls asleep in his chair. It is five in the morning when he wakes, he watches Emma sleeping for a few minutes, only then realizing how stiff his trousers are from her dried cum on his thighs. He smiles some at that. He goes to his room, undresses and showers. He then quietly goes to Emma room and slides into bed next to her and pulls her close. His arm around her he hears her breathing calm as if in her sleep she knows he is holding her. Donald wonders if she will still be red bottomed in the morning? He falls asleep now, back where he wants to be. Around eight-thirty Emma wakes, she has slept for over fifteen hours and feels famished. But what she feels more is Donald’s arms around her and him close next to her. She is happy. Donald stirs awake and sits up. He pulls Emma across his lap and lowers her panties. Emma gasps and wonders if he is going to spank her again? He just rubs her now slightly pink ass cheeks and asks if she is going to be a good now. “Oh, yes, sir. I will not be disobedient again sir,” Emma solemnly swears. Donald turns her to be sitting on his lap now, “That is what I want to hear from my pet.” Emma hugs and kisses his face and neck. “Now young lady, something is going to transpire today. I have had this planned and scheduled for over a week, so do not think it is happening because of what you did yesterday. So, go start getting ready for today,” Donald tells Emma. As she turns to crawl to the edge of the bed to get up, he does swat each of her cheeks once. She yelps but she knows these spanks are with affection, not punishment. She hurries to the tanning bed and then smiles at Julie as she climbs on the table. She ponders how easy it is to be naked in front of different people. Donald, Sasha, and now Karen and Julie. Will she be so to do this with other people too? And what is Donald alluding to for today? Again, the bath is run when she returns to the bathroom and he repeats yesterday morning attention before she ruined things with her afternoon behavior. She is so grateful that Donald has not sent her away and seems to still care for her. She wonders again about what Sasha had asked her yesterday and her answer. What is her relationship with Donald? And then worries as he never really answered her about casting her off. As she leans her back against his chest as he slowly soaps her breasts she dares to ask, “Donald, I realize you are no longer mad at me about yesterday, I hope, but if I do something wrong, will you send me away and not see me anymore?” Saying this, tears start to well in her eyes, so afraid of what his answer will be. He puts his arms around her and holds her tight. “Emma you would have to do something very, very bad for that to happen now. And I can think of nothing which you could do that would be so bad. Don’t worry, I not going to banish you. I should have told you that last night, but I was still upset and a bit angry with you then.” Emma flops over sending water spilling from the tub as she hugs his neck and kisses him and thanks him. She slides down under the water and takes his cock in her mouth and begins to suck him. She does have to surface every minute but dives down again and continues over and over to arouse him to total stiffness. Donald just leans back amazed at what she is doing to him. When he is hard, she raises herself and slides his firm cock up into her moaning with delight as she does. Donald gasps at the swiftness she accomplishes this and feels her throbbing against his prick immediately as she kisses him so fully and deeply. Pulling away from him from time to time to tell him, “thank you, thank you, thank you”. She bounces up and down on him, more water slopping out of the tub but who cares. Her sudden sexual release amazes Donald but he can’t really think about it as he moves closer and closer to climax. Seeing her underwater sucking him, and now this up in her as she bounces on him is more than he could have ever expected in response to what he told her. Is she so tied and committed to him now that the thought of them parting, then being reassured it would not likely happen to bring her to such a state? He wonders if perhaps his plans for the day perhaps should be put off until Emma is in a more stable frame of mind. But then he cums, and she too in response, and after, as he calms himself, he thinks, no Emma is in the perfect state of mind for what is ahead for her. Both back down to earth from that sudden explosion of lust, he helps her from the tub and dries her. He does her hair in an upsweep style today, exposing her lovely neck fully, and uses the darker shades of makeup to compose an exotic look for her. Emma is puzzled a little over these choices as it is only morning. And when he<b> dresses </font></b>her in a very low cut in both front and back deep purple dress, with garter, fishnet stockings and matching lingerie, she is rather confused. He leads her to the kitchen where there is a hot dish of cereal, toast and champagne waiting for them. All Emma can think is ‘a drink this early in the day?’ He wraps a towel around her neck like a bib and takes her in his lap and feeds her spoonful after spoonful of the hot cereal. The and cream on it make it very enjoyable. And the sips of champagne he gives her adds to the meal. She is adoring the attention he is giving her as he feeds her. His other hand is finding its way up her dress and into her panties. Stroking her clit and pressing into her cunt. It is hard for her not to moan at his administrations. Especially as she feels his cock again harden under her. Pressing against her ass cheeks. When the bowl of cereal is finished, and she has nibbled some on the buttered toast, Donald dabs her lips and wipes her chin a little to take away all vestiges of her breakfast from her face. He unties the towel on her and tells her she looks perfect. He instructs her to sit on the couch in the living room while he<b> dresses. </font></b>In leaving he hands her a book to start reading. It is The Golden Age of Lesbian Erotica: 1920-1940. She wonders a little at his choice but is soon absorbed in the first story. And she feels herself starting to drip some from it. Donald comes back into the room his dress is rather conventionally, dark pants, white shirt and a grey tie. His hair is combed and almost slicked back some. She likes his look but loves his hair when it flows freer. “How far have you gotten in the book Emma? Are you enjoying it?” he asks her. “I’ve finished the first rather interesting story and starting the second. It is different but enjoyable. It reminds me of a few of the Anais Nin stories,” Emma replies. Donald smiles at her in response. And then the doorbell rings. |
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