Extra-curricular... (Cosmic Knight)

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Alice was chewing gum as she knocked on the door. Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, the blonde was taking full advantage of what was left of summer. At 18, she was still enrolled in the local high school, and her youth was evident in her unblemished skin and perky tits, made all the more obvious by the clear absence of a bra. Her flat stomach was briefly visible beneath the hem of her top as she shifted her weight, looking bored as she tapped a message into her phone.

She was at her boyfriend's house, although he was out of town on a football tour. The disadvantage of dating one of the school's star players meant that he was away for stuff like that quite a lot. No, she wasn't here to see him, she'd come round to grab some stuff she'd left the last time she'd stayed over. Thank god Max's dad wasn't complete prudes like her parents were. Although it wasn't like Max left her struggling to stay quiet when they had sex.

He was just so… boring…

In truth she wasn't sure how much longer the relationship had legs at all, but dating Aaron, undoubtedly the hottest guy in school, definitely gave her a boost in popularity. She could just dump him when she went to University, surely there would be someone there that could actually turn her on in any way other than by looking good.

Glancing at the time on her phone, she sighed and reached up to knock on the door again.
 
Brandon Jackson was in his bedroom, working on an article for a magazine when he heard the knock at the door. He ignored it, guessing that it was probably someone selling magazines, or some such useless artefacts.

He was now a 40 year old widower, his beloved wife Carla having passed away three years earlier, and he was currently quite content with that, although he was well aware that you could never be sure what might be just around the corner.
He looked across to the four poster bed that held so many fond and erotic memories of Carla, and the fun times that they had shared on and in that bed. It was not the same now though, he had removed the restraints, and put them into a small suitcase in the attic, with the floggers, paddles, nipple clamps and other toys that they had both loved.

He heard the knock again, and he sighed, but this time he did respond, he looked out through the bedroom, window, and saw his son’s girlfriend Alice outside, looking barely dressed, as usual, with her bountiful tits on display again.But Brandon had to
admit though, they were very inviting tits. He sighed once again, remembering, and wondered if Aaron was treating Alice right, not just fucking her, but making her feel like a real woman, he doubted that somehow.

Turning off his Mac, Brandon made his way down the stairs to the hall, and opened the door slowly, he glanced at Alice’s face, and then her tits, before speaking to her.

“Oh, hello Alice, err, if you are looking for Aaron then I am afraid that he is not
here, but come on in, you know that you are always welcome here. Aaron will not be back for another two weeks I think he said. Did he not tell you that?”
 
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Alice slipped her phone away into her back pocket when the door finally opened. Aaron's dad, Brandon, clearly recognised her as he opened the door, but she didn't miss the glance towards her tits. She had great tits, if a little small, and she certainly didn't mind showing them off, even if it was to her boyfriends dad.

She made a point of glancing up and down him in return before answering his question.

"Yeah I know he's not here. I left some stuff last time I was over."

She looked past him into the house. "So… is it OK if I come in and get it? Or are you just going to leave me out here all day?"
 

"Yeah I know he's not here. I left some stuff last time I was over. So… is it OK if I come in and get it? Or are you just going to leave me out here all day?"


My immediate thought was that she certainly was a sassy one, and in need of a little discipline even, I looked at her while wondering what she could have left behind here, her panties maybe. Then I smiled, thinking that it certainly was not her bra, again I glanced at her tits, having already noticed that this did not freak her out.

”Sure Alice, go right ahead, you seem to know where his room is, and as it is a warm day, in fact very warm, I wonder would you like a cold drink when you are done?
You know a Coke or a Pepsi maybe, if so I will join you and have a beer, give me a chance to take a break from writing for a while. You OK with that Alice?”
 
"OK thanks."

Alice neatly stepped around Aaron's dad, heading into the house and calling over her shoulder as she did so.

"Sure, a cold drink would be great"

She paid him no more mind as she began climbing the stairs, her shorts and the incline showing off her ass. She had chosen those shorts for just that purpose after all. Alice was a beautiful girl, and she knew it.

It didn't take her long upstairs, grabbing the hair brush and compact she'd left behind last time, before heading out of Aaron's room and back down the stairs.
 
I watched Alice as she slowly passed by me and walked up the stairs to Aaron’s room, was she deliberately swinging her hips and accentuating her every movements?
It sure did look that way, and for a fleeting moment I started to have thoughts about what I would do to her if she was mine, in an overtly sexual way, before almost telling myself to stop, I was old enough to be her father.

I walkedvto the kitchen, shaking my head, almost in disbelief at Alice’s display, before getting myself a beer and a Coke for Alice, I poured both drinks into glasses, and plced them on the counter in the kitchen.

Moving to the foot of the stairs and I looked up as she came down, her tits swinging softly beneath her top, I could almost imagine and feel her nipples hardening as they rubbed against the material. Even my slack cock was beginning to respond.
I just had to say


“The drinks are in the kitchen Alice”


I stood almost mesmerised by her as she descended slowly, and then I spoke again,

“I have to say this Alice, even though you are almost a grown woman, if you were my daughter, and you went out dressed like that, breasts bouncing, and shorts so
small that they hardly cover your privacy. And I would do this Alice, I would put you

across my knee and give you a good spanking. And do not think that I would not, my wife Carla loved a..., no no, not going there. Come Alive, get your drink and tell me about school.”
 
"Thanks."

Aaron's dad was staring at her again, and Alice would have been lying if she had said she wasn't enjoying the attention. She enjoyed having men wrapped around her finger, under her control. Her body had that effect. Boys at school would fall over themselves to get her stuff from the canteen, and would do stupid things in class to get her attention.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs as Brandon lectured her. She smiled flirtatiously, wiggling her hips just a little. "I guess it's a good thing that you're not my Dad then."
 
"Thanks."

And then she wiggled at me, making her tits wiggle too.

"I guess it's a good thing that you're not my Dad then."

I had to laugh at her flirty behaviour, she was certainly a lively one, and again I thought of my late wife. She too had been very flirty in private, and loved to play, although in public she was diametrically the opposite of Alice.

So I smiled at her,

“into the kitchen now you little minx, and behave, or you know ehat will happen. Oh, and I just have to pop upstairs for something, it wont take me long, so just make yourself at home Alice.”

I said as I laughed again, and tapped her on the ass cheek as she passed by me.
 
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Alice knew that Brandon wouldn't act on his threats. What man would dare take a girl over his lap, especially not his son's girlfriend. That would be insane. She did the same thing to her friend's dads, flirted harmlessly, teased a little, dressed provocatively. They never did anything, even though she could see the lust in her eyes and she enjoyed the power that gave her.

What she hadn't expected was to feel a hand tap her ass as she passed. She didn't say anything, but she did rise onto her toes in shock at the actual physical contact from Brandon. None of the other dad's had ever dared do that.

Thinking that maybe it had just been an accident, or a thoughtless action, she wiggled her ass and tried to continue into the kitchen like nothing had happened, grabbing the ice cold coke on the side as she slid onto the bar stool.

"Ok, I promise I won't trash the place while you're up there!"
 
"Ok, I promise I won't trash the place while you're up there!"

I noted her reaction when I tapped her on the ass, I knew that maybe I should not have done it really, but it was light hearted fun, that was all.
I soon reached my bedroom, and removed a small bag from the secret compartment that was built into my four poster. I had found what was inside the bag upon my return from a four day trip recently. And what I had found had confirmed to me that Aaron had been fucking Alice in my bed while I was away.

Did it bother me? No not at all, that bed had been built for enjoyment, and Carla and I had made good use of it before she died. I slipped the bag into my pocket, and went back to the kitchen.
I smiled at Alice as I sat near her, and slowly sipped my beer before speaking,

have something of yours here Alice, I found it in my bedroom, when I returned from my trip last month.”

I watched her intently as I took the bag from my pocket, opened it, and tipped a peach colored thong on to the counter.

”Tell me Alice, did this sweet peach thong once cover your sweet peach????

If it did, and you are going to play in someone else’s bed, you need to take more care. Now I think that maybe you do need a good spanking Alice, or should I just call you mom or dad and let them know?”


I could see that she was more than a little uncomfortable with my comments, so I smiled and touched her arm.

”Have no fear Alice, I will not be calling your parents, but .....”
 
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Alice sipped on the coke as Brandon disappeared upstairs. She frowned to herself. What was it that she could have left? And why hadn't he just put it in Aaron's room so she could collect it at some point?

Her curiosity did not have to be maintained for long. Brandon had returned, producing a small bag from his pocket. Alice shook her head, beginning to speak. "That's not mi…"

She stopped when she realised that the item inside the bag was the one that belonged to her. The thong that the older man had deposited onto the counter was definitely hers. She'd actually been missing it for a few days, but hadn't made the connection that it was the one she'd been wearing when Aaron had pushed for them to have sex in his dad's bed. She'd gone along with it in the hope that it might make the sex more interesting. Beyond the mild thrill of breaking the rules she had been disappointed.

She definitely didn't want him to call her parents though. "Please don't call my mom and dad, please. They'll lose it."
 
"Please don't call my mom and dad, please. They'll lose it."

I listened, and took a drink of my beer, as Alice sat there, not exactly trembling, but certainly looking fotlorn. And I suddenly had that feeling, the one that I had missed since Carla died, that feeling of power, knowing that Alice was in a very awkard position, and that her future might well be decided by what happened in the next few minutes in my kitchen.

“You can relax Alice, I will not be making that call, I too was 18 and horny as hell once. You may only be 18 going on 19, but you are a grown woman now, with a womans desires and needs, that nuch is obvious.”

I smiled at her, and took another sip before continuing.

” I was annoyed though Alice when I discovered your thong in my bed. Not because of what you and Aaron had done, no, it was because that bed is very special to me. It was our getaway from the world, Carla and I would play there for hours, using the restraints and toys that we had. So many memories Alice, we had that bed specially made, with many secrets, secrets of which Aaron has no knowledge.
Now the Alice,if Carla had left her panties in our bed, she would have known that she would be have to be punished, by way of a spanking across my knee.”


I let that sink in for a moment before speaking again.

”Have you ever been spanked Aloce, or even wondedered what it feels like?”
 
I was tensed, worried that Aaron's dad was going to turn me in. It wasn't as if my parent's were oblivious to the fact that I was now having sex, but they would certainly frown on me having sex in my boyfriend's fathers bed. Respect was an important thing for them, and I was beginning to wish that I had been a little more considerate of that when Aaron had suggested it.

Relief came at Brandon's next words however, he was not going to tell on me, although the things he went on to say made me at least a little concerned. Talking about my needs, none of my friend's parents had ever talked about my needs before.

He continued, now telling me more about him and his wife. Not just about him and his wife, but about how they used the bed that Aaron and I had fucked in last week.

He left a moment of silence in which my mind raced. Was he going to spank me?

"Uh… I… I've never been um… spanked."
 
"Uh… I… I've never been um… spanked."

I smiled, and nodded at her.

”Spanking per se has different connotations to different people Alice. Most immediately think of spanking a child, as they did in the past, a very cruel punishment I might add. That is not the spanking to which I refer, which is a far more delicate form of punishmenu, between two consenting adults.

Depending upon the frame of mind of the recipient, it can be very sensual, and arousing also, of course the person administering it must be aware of how far to go, or not to go, as the case maybe.

Do you deserve a spanking Alice, for fucking my son in my bed?”
 
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I wasn't sure what to say. I was, quite literally, speechless. That never happened. I always had some sort of response, some answer. I had nothing for that.

He knew exactly what Aaron and I had been doing. I'd thought he would be mad, but he wasn't. He didn't even seem annoyed. Everything about him was controlled, which was probably why I responded automatically in the way that I did.

"I suppose I do..."
 
"I suppose I do..."

I smiled at her, and decicded to try to reassure her.

”Well then Alice, if you suppose that you do, then it would be remiss of me to disappoint you would it not. Have no fear my dear, I will not cause you great pain, and believe it or not, you may even thank me afterwards.”

I stood, and moved to the dining table, where I pulled one of the dining chairs out, turned it to face the counter, and sat down.

Stand up and come here Alice, you will apologise for fucking in my bed, in your own words, and ask for my forgiveness. When I decide to forgive you, you will loosen your shorts, and lay face down across my knee, with your butt to my right hand side.”
 
Strangely, I felt myself standing and moving towards Brandon before I hesitated. I hadn't thought I would have been interested in such an offer, to spank me. Yet here I was walking towards him. After the hesitation I kept walking, loosening my shorts as he'd told me to.

"Ummmm… I…. I'm sorry for uh… fucking in your bed when you were away."

I stopped in front of him, shifting awkwardly and pulling at the hem of my top in discomfort. "Will you forgive me?"

Leaning forwards, I lay face down over his lap, leaving my bottom in the air, and totally exposed, save the thin covering of the shorts I was wearing.
 
To be honest, I never really expected Alice to comply, I thought that she would just apologise, and try to laugh it off, how wrong I was!

As Alice lowered herself across my lap, all the memories of Carla came flooding back.
How she loved to be spanked, and how wet just the thought of it would make her, and the cumulative effect of Alices tits touching my thighs, and the thought of a wet glistening pussy gave me a semi hard on. I could not help it, and I knew that when I started to pull down her shorts, and caress her soft but firm ass cheeks, it would lead to one thing only, a rock hard rigid cock pressing against Alice.

Casting these concerns aside, I tugged on her shorts, slowly but surely revealing her ass cheeks, and the thin strip of her thong. A strip that led directly to her pussy, would it be wet I wondered, and even, would I dare to find out?
I placed my left hand on her back, gently holding her down, while my other hand caressed her cheeks, before raising my hand a little and softly slapping it against her left cheek, followed by the right cheek. Next I slapped her a little harder, three times, each slightly harder that the previous one.
I stopped spanking and start to massage her cheeks, each time sliding a finger along the strip of material of her thong. First just grazing her star button, then a liitle further, pressing against her ass, then over her lips, before pressing lightly into the cleft between her swollen pussy lips.
My voice was now deep and husky as I caressed her lips through the tight thong.

”Does Aaron play your body like this Alice, or does he just grope you I wonder?
Maybe you need a real man to teach you a few lessons, what do you say Alice?”
 
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Alice yelped with each blow, they were sharp, sudden, and sent fiery flashes of pain through her body from her buttocks each time his hand made contact. He might have started more gently, but by the end his hand felt like a piece of wood being slapped against the raw skin of her ass.

There was a sudden moment of relief as he began to gently massage the cheeks of her ass, his hands kneading and stroking the abused, reddened flesh. Then his fingers wandered. She stiffened as she felt one finger brush over her asshole, relaxing a little as it moved away, thinking maybe it had just been an accident. Then his fingers moved to her slit.

That had been deliberate.

There was a gentle pressure against her lips, her wet lips. She couldn't deny it, but something about this had excited her. She could feel a heat beginning between her legs, and a moment later she realised something hard was pressing against her side, where her body met his. His cock?

She woke up from her strange reverie, realising for the first time that Brandon was talking to her. "I… he… I don't know…"
 
She had not screamed, nor had she cried rape, but she had answered my question in a way.
I decided not to continue with this, in fact I was concerned that maybe I had even gone too far. I did decide though, not to apologise, there was just something about Alice. She came across as very sensual, and I just knew that if the right person could show her, and open up her sexuality, then she would have a good life.
I eased her shorts back over her ass cheeks and patted them softly, then I smiled at Alice, saying,

“So now you know Alice what happens if you are a naughty girl, I hope it was fun for you and not too uncomfortable. But if you are naughty again, I will be waiting.”

I smiled again, and let her know that I was fine with what she and Aaron had done, although privately I doubted his prowess.

“Anytime you want to call in Alice, is fine by me.”
 
Aaron's dad had stopped, his finger withdrawing from the thin strip of her thong. Maybe soon enough that he hadn't felt the heat and dampness starting to emanate, but maybe not. Some part of her was hoping he'd noticed how strangely excited she had been at his touch.

At least she was properly dressed right now, although she couldn't help but feel naked under his penetrating gaze. He smiled again, and it took all of her strength to prevent her legs from shaking under the force of his eyes.

"Y-yeah… Sure…"

As she made her hesitant way towards the door, she'd already made up her mind. She'd be back, and before Aaron was home.

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Alice had spent the last few days thinking about Aaron's dad, about his hand on her ass and the strangely possessive way he'd looked at her. She'd liked that. It had sparked a heat between her legs and weakened her whole body. Something in her wanted that again, even if she wasn't sure why.

That was why she was outside the door once more, rapping out a tattoo on the wood.
 
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I was not sure if Alice would come back before my son returned home, but one thing that I was sure of was that the Alice who left my house was a different Alice to the one that had arrived earlier that day.

When she was across my knee, I was aware that she was getting aroused, the heat between her legs, and the growing damp patch on her thong. Maybe if I had continued we might have gotten a little more involved, but on reflection I was right to stop when I did.
Yes I was attracted to Alice, but she was my sons girlfriend, although I seriously doubted his sexual prowess. But, I knew that if she came back, before Aaron came home, it could only be because she wanted more.

And now, a few days later, here she was, knocking on my door again. Opening
the door I welcomed her, with a broad smile of approval.

“Hey Alice, how lovely to see you again, please, come on in and let me know how I can help you, or have you been a naughty girl again?
 
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Brandon was smiling as he opened the door, I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, especially considering how my last visit to his house had ended. He'd been stern then, at first, but it had also been obvious that he had enjoyed dealing out my punishment. At least judging by the hardness I'd felt under her when she laid across his lap.

I'd only been waiting at the door for a moment before he came to it, and in that brief time I'd almost turned tail and run half a dozen times. I hadn't though. I'd held my ground, and right now was regretting it.

I steeled myself to respond to his question, running over the words I'd come up with one last time before finally forcing them out between my lips. "I was here, and you mentioned that I could drop in any time."

I stepped into the house, moving close, very close to Aaron's father, and letting myself brush against him just a little. Once I was inside I turned back to face him. I was wearing a strappy black top, a very short skirt, and once again, no bra.

"Ummmm… about last time…"
 
I was delighted to see her, and smiled broady as I ushered her inside, not failing to notice the not so accidental brushing past me.

As soon as she mentioned her previous visit I interjected.

“Oh yes Alice, last time, it was great fun was it not? I know that I enjoyed, as did you if what was under my fingers really was a little dampness.”

I ushered Alice into the lounge this time, watching her cute ass wiggle, as I followed.

“it could be Alice, judging by the way your nipples are trying to escape from your top, that it surprised you, and you came back for more. I hope so Alice, because I am always here for you, if you need me, for anything, anything at all.”
 
I laughed awkwardly, through discomfort rather than actual amusement.

"Fun? I… uh…"

Had it been fun? I wasn't sure if that was the word I would have used. I had basically been groped by my boyfriends dad, and yet here I was back again. He was right, I had been excited by it, my panties had been more than damp by the time I'd gotten home, but surely that didn't mean anything?

Except maybe it did. O looked down at my chest as he commented on it. Maybe not wearing a bra had been a mistake. If I'd worn one then at least my raised and hard nipples would have been less obvious. As it was through the thin fabric of my top they were a blatant signal of the heat that I could already feel flushing through my pussy.

"Anything?"

She bit her lip in just the way she knew got guys hot.
 
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