Chapter Seventeen

As the door clicked shut and Rafe threw the dead bolt, he and Christina eyed each other searchingly. Each was well aware how turned on they both had been by the nearly four hour ordeal they had subjected their miscreant subject to. But the Foreman was certainly not going to make any kind of first move in an erotic direction with his powerful (and ravishingly pretty, especially in her fiercely aroused state) Boss. Whatever direction their relationship was going to take was to be initiated by her, and guided at every turn by her wishes and preferences. That was, until she gave him explicit carte blanche to take over the reigns (actually, his ironic thought was 'whip hand').

Estela knew what she wanted, and suspected from Rafe's own flushed face and dilated pupils (as well as the very promising bulge in his Levis) that he was available for whatever erotic adventure she wished. They had three hours until they were due to resume her wayward daughter's rehabilitation, and that seemed like just about the right amount of time to give her all of the various experiences she suspected she needed. So she held her ravishingly handsome Foreman's gaze and declared: ‘Let's go back to my study. I think everything we need for your next rehab assignment will be there, and we have enough leeway before we need to get back to Christina to get a good start on what will be necessary.’

Rafe felt a surge of butterflies in his stomach and blood to his already rock hard erection as he realized that his dream was about to come true. And his imperious Mistress felt exactly the same sensations, save her jolt of erotic energy went straight to her clit and fiercely erect nipples. She walked ahead of her lean muscular companion, wanting him to get a good view of the backside he was going to have his way with as she allowed a lascivious wiggle to enter her usually more sedate stride.

Estela knew that she was competing, in an odd sense, against the male cultural ideal of a gorgeous teenage rear end that they both had watched squirm fetchingly for the entire morning. She hoped (rightly, as it turned out), that the hunky object of her desires was more drawn to her mature feminine charms than the twenty-years younger perfection of her wayward daughter. The hotly aroused Foreman appreciated this, noting the subtle difference from any other time he had been behind his Mistress. He indeed found himself imagining the unclothed vision of the buttocks hinted at under the demure white linen skirt into which was tucked a conservative sky blue silk blouse. Perhaps he would have the opportunity to make them dance in both pain and pleasure, but either of the two would be just fine. And if he was allowed to tap that perfect mature feminine ass being shown off for his benefit, so much the better...

Once they were back in Estela's office, she held her handsome Foreman's gaze unashamedly as she engaged the deadbolt, a purely symbolic act since the only other person on the property was locked naked into her prison suite. With both the dark heat of her brown-eyed gaze and this gesture of locking out the world, there was no doubt what message the lovely older woman was sending. Rafe took the hint, and leaned back against the desk with a wicked smile while he asked: ‘So, tell me, Mistress, have you been bad?’

The beautiful Mamacita flushed, understanding the route things were going to take at long last, suffused with both excitement and fear at the prospect of extreme experiences about to transpire for her nether regions. She hung her head in genuine shame and almost whispered: ‘I think we both know I have.’ Her merciless inquisitor went on: ‘And what do you think should be the consequences for a Mother who has been that bad?’ Estela looked up at Rafe with her giant eyes brimming with emotion: ‘I think my own bottom should suffer exactly the same punishment as my daughter's just did.’

‘Very well, then. Your wish, as always, shall be my command,’ responded the thoroughly delighted Foreman. ‘You may assume the position, but first, you must remove all of your clothing save your panties, so you may be just as humiliated by your nakedness as Christina was. Then I will bind your hands, just as hers were, and we will see to properly disciplining that naughty rear end once it is properly bent over the desk right where hers was.’

Estela well understood that Rafe was having her strip solely for his erotic enjoyment. And in fact, she desperately wanted him to see her naked, confident in the desirability of her body. It was far more femininely curved than her daughter's, but perfectly toned by a lifetime of careful diet and daily exercise and strenuous horseback riding. So she smiled brazenly as she calmly unbuttoned her blouse, discarding it to reveal a sexy lacy black silk brassiere that barely contained her generous C cup breasts. Next came the white linen skirt that had so nicely shown off her bottom during their walk back from locking up her daughter. Beneath it, she wore only a lacy black silk pair of bikini panties. The sophisticated underwear, which her pleased observer correctly reckoned cost hundreds of dollars, complemented the untanned dusky ivory perfection of her skin, always carefully shielded from the sun in the interest of maintaining its creamy youthfulness. Finally, she took pains to flaunt her décolletage as she reached behind her back to undo the bra clasp, tossing that black lacy garment aside with the rest of her clothes and boldly inviting Rafe's gaze as she faced him standing calmly with her arms at her sides.

The body he saw could not have been more desirable to the highly aroused Foreman. She was tall, nearly six feet, and rangy in her build, with long slender arms and legs and a trim waist that could not have measured more than 24 inches around. But unlike her more boyishly figured daughter, Estela had large, firm breasts with bold, dark-brown areoles and large fiercely erect nipples sticking out like fingertips. And her generous hips flared out sharply from her slender flat stomach, a brazenly feminine statement of raw fecundity. Rafe nodded his approval, murmuring: ‘You couldn't be more lovely, Mistress, but duty must come before pleasure, I'm sure you'll agree...now let's get you bent over the table and have those hands secured, since if we give you the same consequences for your badness as your daughter suffered, I will need to...stimulate...certain parts intensely enough that I guarantee even your locally famous will power would not suffice to resist the impulse to protect the areas being attended to...’

This lightly taunting patter was as arousing to its nearly naked recipient as it could possibly be. She had not actually been spanked since her Nana followed Mamacita's tradition to cease corporal punishment of girls once they passed into womanhood with their first menstrual blood. But, as was the case for most of the women in her ancient lineage, their founding Mother's character-building regimen ended up eroticizing their bottoms. This was most often in the direction of enjoying being turned over a strong man's (or woman's, in several discreet cases) knee to be spanked as a prelude to sex. Estela had tried to hint to early boyfriends that she was bad enough to deserve such treatment, but they were either oblivious or uncomfortable with such a counter-feminist activity.

Her husband, once she summoned the courage to suggest that she needed a spanking, looked at her like she was crazy and suggested somewhat disdainfully that she see a therapist. He was initially willing at least to honor her request to fuck her in the ass (she came to suspect, because he felt it humiliated her, and he always felt inferior). Especially when he was brutal and it hurt, this somewhat addressed her need for challenging attention to that part of her body. But by the time their marriage started to fall apart, there came a time when she got the lubricant from their bedside table and turned onto her stomach and raised her hips in their silent signal that she wanted that sort of attention. He drunkenly thrust her away and screamed at her that she was trying to turn him into a faggot. Thus, even that small remnant activity left her sexual menu for good. Not coincidentally, so did her ne'er-do-well playboy husband shortly thereafter.

So, as the gorgeous thirty eight year old bent over her very own desk, her naked skin feeling its cool polished surface for the first time, her heart was pounding in excitement. It had been several years since she'd had sex of any sort, during which time her strong libido had been addressed by nightly masturbation sessions in which she had fantasized about this very man doing exactly what he was about to do to her robust womanly bottom (both punitively and pleasurably, she dearly hoped). Her dream was coming true, unless she was sorely mistaken, and Estela couldn't have been more thrilled at the prospect of realizing her dearest secret wish. The fact that her pleasure also accomplished the purpose of addressing her very real guilt for her failures as a Mother only redoubled the piquant anticipatory joy she was feeling as Rafe secured her wrists to her office chair just as her daughter's had been that entire morning.

The dom sighed as he approached the gorgeous female derriere bent for his delectation. A lifetime of serious riding had given his Mistress a large firm pair of perfectly spherical buttocks the like of which he had not seen since witnessing the interrogation and eventual breaking of the stunning Iraqi bomber years earlier. He delighted in the thought that this rear end was his to do with exactly as he pleased and desired for the next several hours (and much longer, he fervently hoped, if his efforts hit the spot, so to say, for both him and his more-than-willing subject). He stepped to the left side of the bent and bound beauty and asked one final question: ‘When I started Christina's rehabilitation, I explained that I would not be touching her sexually with any part of my body. What is your wish in that regards, Estela?’

She smiled broadly, appreciating the intent behind the offer and its carefulness about obtaining her explicit permission before crossing any threshold in their relationship. Then the older woman turned her head to catch and hold his smoldering brown-eyed gaze and replied: ‘My wish is that you do touch me sexually, as much as you want, with any part of your body that you wish to touch me with, in any manner that pleases you, whether gentle or...challenging, and on any part or...orifice...of my body that you wish to...stimulate. I hope that's clear enough, Rafe dear?’

This last was pronounced with both her most salacious smile and a broad wink that provoked an unsummoned laugh from her partner at her boldness and clarity. He grinned back and responded: ‘Very well, then, Estela. We can proceed, and I will not be asking your permission for anything else that is about to happen to you, though you are still welcome to request additional...stimuli, as you so discreetly put it, as the desire for such things comes to you. As for wishes for me to...moderate...anything I am doing to you, do you want to have a safe-word you can say to halt anything that is past your limits of tolerance?’ Estela considered this with her usual level of thoughtfulness, and replied: ‘I don't recall Christina having that option during her spankings this morning. So I will place myself in your hands with the complete trust you have earned working for me over the past many years, and most especially this morning in your conduct of my daughter's punishment. No safe-word will be in force.’

Rafe was touched by this trust, and happily admitted so: ‘Very well then, dear Mistress. I will do my best to continue to earn that trust. Even if you beg me to stop, your bottom will be receiving exactly what your naughty daughter's did. My OCD brain recalls exactly how many spanks from precisely which implement on just what part of her rear end I dispensed. The only difference will be that in your case I will be administering both the...rewards...and the punishments...well, by hand...or other appropriate appendage, rather than with the solution we used on Christina. And judging by the stain in the crotch of your panties, I suspect I will not have to exert myself overmuch to administer the first such reward. Let's get on with your hand spanking, and see whether that telltale wet spot grows or recedes, shall we?’

As he pronounced this declaration of the rules of engagement, his right hand had begun gently stroking the perfect womanly ass it was about to belabor far more violently. Its owner moaned at the delicious touch on her most eroticized part, feeling her already hair-trigger arousal peak even further after almost four hours of incredibly exciting activity. And then at last her Foreman drew back his powerful right arm and administered her first spanking in over 25 years. He actually took less time administering the hundred swats per buttock that she had coming than he had with her daughter, since there was no psychological reason to prolong her agony. And unlike Christina, Estela did not complain or beg or in any way behave with the least lack of dignity in taking her painful medicine. She was shocked at how much his hard hand hurt, far more than she remembered Nana's worst hair brush spanking. But all she did was to emit a single cooing alto cry of pain...’Aaah!’ with each smack, and allow the tears to run from her gigantic brown eyes.

In fact, the Mistress' arousal mounted higher with each painful collision between Rafe's adamantine palm and her tender buttock flesh, hardly screened at all by its scant silk covering. And when her spanking was complete, and her erstwhile tormentor musingly remarked: ‘My goodness, it seems like our naughty Mother rather fancies being punished on her bottom cheeks...why, these panties are absolutely soaked! Let's see how long it takes her to come if I touch her adorable little pussy through the fabric it has so shamelessly saturated with its juices...’

Estela was too much of a Catholic not to feel a thrill of shame at this characterization of her most intimate responses, which kicked her arousal into an even higher gear. And when her handsome Inquisitor's index finger lightly massaged her clitoris through its covering, she vaulted into a writhing, shrieking, totally undignified orgasm within a few seconds. Her lithe body convulsed on her own office table for the better part of a minute before its soul-shatteringly pleasurable spasms subsided. All was again silent in the still afternoon air of the study in which she had heretofore been the unchallenged Mistress of her realm. Of course, the discretion of her predecessors was such that she could not know that she was far from the first Mamacita to be bent over that very desk in that very spot for punishment and pleasuring.

Rafe could not have been more pleased with the responsiveness of his new submissive. He continued stroking her now-quite-inflamed bottom cheeks as she settled, and then spoke up: ‘Well, these panties, however adorable, will have to come down, I'm sure you'll understand. After all, just as with your daughter, we are in the business of punishing you and not your underclothing...So let's slip them down to your knees, where they will keep you from kicking as much as you might wish during your hairbrush spanking. Christina ended up taking a hundred and twenty swats from that implement on each of her bare buttocks, so that will be your dose as well.’

Estela felt far different than her daughter had about both her arousal and her baring of both her body and true nature by the long-time object of her desires. There was no ambivalence at all about him seeing and knowing everything about her, and she wanted him to look at her pussy, and her bare ass, and the secret crevice that divided it...but all in good time. Right now, she was thrilled to feel her panties bind her knees as she pulled them apart against the restraint, savoring the sexiness of bondage that she had until this day only imagined as she read her BDSM erotica and got herself off with her trusty vibrator (or sometimes two, one for each lower orifice).

Of course, as with her hand spanking, the actual experience of receiving erotic punishment was a total study in ambivalence. What her pussy delighted in, her bottom cheeks hated. They squirmed and clenched and danced involuntarily just as she remembered when her Nana had administered hundreds of such occasions when she was small. This second spanking on her bare behind, her cries were louder and less modulated, as the wooden hairbrush delivered a far more concentrated and fiery intersection between its surface and her naked buttock flesh. Her weeping also became more frantic, and she even found herself sobbing out her contrition just as her wayward daughter had: ‘I'm so, so, sorry! I've been so very bad, and I'm so, so, so, sorry,’ over and over again as the dom methodically distributed his blows to cover the entire surface of her nether moons. But the Mamacita never once even considered asking for mercy.

At last, the final spank fell, and she was silent once again. Her ass felt enormous, throbbing madly with each beat of her racing heart, all of which seemed to send jolts of electricity straight to her clit. If anything, Estela felt even more turned on than she had after her hand spanking. And this only increased when Rafe declared: ‘Time to get these panties off so the rest of your punishments can be delivered to a truly naked penitent. And we'll need to bind these legs far apart so we can reach everywhere we need to with your strapping, I'm sure you'll agree.’

In point of fact, his besotted Mistress actually did agree whole-heartedly, though she was equally sure that once the terrifying strap started its work on her never-before-spanked thighs, this opinion would change. But she wanted to be spread and totally displayed for her adorable new lover, yearned for him to see everywhere and touch and fuck everywhere. This new bondage was more than welcome since it opened the gates, so to speak, for just the invasions she had longed for all these lonely years of secret masturbation. And soon her ankles were each taken lovingly in her gorgeous hunk of a Foreman's competent hands and tied firmly to the leg of the priceless hardwood table on which the Mamacitas had worked for generations. She wondered if she were the first of them to occupy this position on this piece of furniture (she was not), and whether any of her predecessors had been as in love as she was at that moment (they had, but not often).

And then Rafe knelt before the lovely dark-furred pussy whose inner lips had been drawn wide apart by their owner's splaying, inhaling its musky aroma, so rich and complex compared to the lighter scent of her daughter. He sighed, taking in the circumstance with all of his senses as he blew teasingly on his Mistress' most private parts, until she begged: ‘Rafe, please...’ He laughed at this little victory, and retorted: ‘Why, nothing could please me more, dear Estela!’ At last, he leaned in and took her aroused genitalia in his mouth, suckling them as his tongue gently laved its way from her introitus to her clit, encircling it once before she exploded. Her second orgasm came hot and hard, enhanced both by her fearsome hairbrush spanking and by the sexiness of her bondage for the deeply submissive older beauty.

But this time, he did not stop his oral ministrations to her erotic core when her climax subsided. Instead he continued lovingly encircling her clitoris with his tongue and slipped first one and then two fingers into her vagina, finding her G spot with practiced ease. Then one of the fingers, once her juices had properly lubricated it, was slipped out and into her back passage. This delightful surprise took his bound Boss immediately into an even more convulsive second orgasm. She was in fact more anally eroticized even than Nicole had been. A finger up her ass sent Estela into erotic orbit, her body straining against its bonds with the intensity of her climax, one that seemed to go on forever. She was almost insensate with pleasure when he relented several minutes later, both of them feeling incredibly fulfilled even though his own cock remained untouched for the entire erotic powerhouse of a day.

Rafe sighed and declared: ‘Well, wasn't that an exciting little interlude! But work must take precedence over play, and it's time for a certain pair of inner thighs to have a very long and stimulating conversation with my razor strop. I don't suppose you have heard any of the stories about how it was employed by my predecessor, have you, Mistress?’ She suspected that he well-surmised the thoroughness of her mastery of her domain, and replied: ‘I'm sure you well-know that I knew exactly what went on from time to time in the tackroom. If I had any suspicions that any of the groomswomen truly did not want to have their backsides bared and bent over the saddle horse to be beaten and fucked, I would have intervened. He was always careful to subject only the willing ones to his private little disciplinary measures. I often wished he would dare to take me into that room and give me exactly what he gave them, but he never got the hint.’

While she was recounting this knowledge, her loving tormentor was gently stroking his impending target area, his large hands turned totally loving as he teased each nerve ending in this vulnerable region to its maximum sensitivity. He then took up the strop and remarked: ‘I wonder if old Ben was kinky enough to tie his subjects' legs apart and beat their inner thighs as well as their ass cheeks...Well, I suppose we could ask the chief Groom, since she was his favorite and has dropped some pretty broad hints that her own equally broad bottom could use that sort of attention from the new Foreman...But in the meantime, let's get back to work here, since we have a great deal of ground to cover before our naughty Mother has earned her next reward...’

Estela's girlish curiosity about what the groomswomen experienced under the old Foreman's tender mercies was at long last satisfied. The strap was a terrifyingly effective dispenser of focused burning pain. It curled efficiently around her thighs as her implacable punisher worked his way from the appallingly sensitive hollows behind her knees to the even more exquisitely vulnerable triangular patch of skin at the intersection of each buttock, thigh, and her pussy. She yelled and squirmed quite enthusiastically, abandoning all pretense of control as her spanking was taken to a new level of intensity for the full hundred and twenty blows to each side. The last dozen were administered to that vulnerable intersection defined by the tender crease between nether moon, thigh, and pudendum. Their recipient this time not only yelled, but actually begged: ‘Please, Rafe, I'll be good, I promise, if only you'll stop!’

Of course, if he had heeded this plea, his victim would have been terribly disappointed. But there was no chance of that, and her own voluptuous backside received the exact number of spanks with the strap that her wicked daughter's had. But then, the two parted company rather dramatically. At last, the Foreman decided the time had come for his own raging libido to be expressed. While his gorgeous subject was catching her breath, he silently unzipped his Levis, and took out his slavering cock. He could not recall the last time he had dispensed this much punitive attention without gratifying his own needs, and his erection had achieved adamantine hardness. Its head had a dollop of pre-come exudate emerging from its tiny orifice, and without saying a word he began rubbing it up and down Estela's widely splayed slit, gathering its copious moisture. Their next moment of truth had at last arrived.

The naked bound and splayed raven-haired beauty could not have been more pleased with the implication of this wonderful sensation. She practically yelled: ‘Oh, God, yes, Rafe, please fuck me, please fuck the shit out of me right now before I die of the anticipation of it!’ He loved her profane invitation, and growled back: ‘Very well, Mistress, your wish shall once again be my command!’ And then he drove into her welcoming warmth and wetness, delightfully tight after many years of hard work restoring her pelvic floor tone after her early pregnancy. He could have come immediately, but was well in control of such impulses, and slowed his pace when he felt his arousal nearing the point of no return. His delighted partner needed no such restraint, and found herself rapidly vaulting into orgasm at the sheer joy of being stretched so deliciously and deeply for the first time in many years. By her third climax, he allowed the delicious sensation of her inner spasms of sexual release to take him over his edge. He gripped her inflamed buttocks fiercely (and painfully, but delightfully so to his deeply submissive Boss) and roared out his pleasure as he spent an enormous load of semen into the passage Mother Nature designed for just such activities, to the ecstatic enjoyment of both participants.

But all good things must come to an end, so to say, and a final spanking remained for the penitent Mother. Rafe sighed as he withdrew from Estela's delightful pussy, and put his cock away as he took up the oven shovel that had inflicted by far the most telling anguish on her daughter's quivering buttocks. The bound, bent, and bared beauty's poor throbbing nether moons had been given a respite during her strapping, save for their tender undercurves, but that boon also was destined to pass away. Fortunately, the two grownups both recalled that only two repetitions of two dozen spanks per side had been required to wring every bit of information and repentance out of the blonde miscreant, so Estela's next ordeal seemed destined to be substantially briefer than the three previous spankings.

And indeed, the fearsome paddle collided with her already inflamed buttocks just the prescribed number of times, darkening them only slightly more than the dusky purple they had already been painted by their afternoon's adventures. But after the wicked implement had been discarded to clatter on the tabletop, Rafe paused. Then he spoke: ‘I know you consented to exactly the same punishment as Christina, Estela dear. But the thought occurs to me that the Mother in such circumstances has an even greater share of responsibility for what becomes of her neglected offspring than does the victim of such a shameful loss of focus by the responsible party. I wonder what your opinion might be in this matter, before we move on?’

Estela had been settling into relief about the end of by far the worst spanking of her life. But her handsome lover's (she guessed she could think of him that way now, given what had transpired between them this fateful afternoon) solemn question jolted her back into her guilt about her own culpability in her wayward daughter's predicament. She thought awhile as he idly stroked her fiercely throbbing buttocks, loving the gentle touch but realizing that their ordeal was probably not yet quite at its end, so to say. Finally, she sighed and said in a very small voice: ‘I suppose you're right...what else do you suggest for such a very bad Mother?’

Her Foreman nodded his approval as he caught her solemn dark-eyed gaze and picked up the one implement he had brought that hadn't yet been employed. To her dismay, it was the riding crop, an item she had fantasized about getting flogged with ever since reading some Victorian pornography when she was a college freshman. In the piece that had caught her fancy, a noblewoman who had gone against her husband's wishes and taken a jump he deemed to dangerous was ordered from her saddle in a country dell and made to bend over a fallen tree. Her riding breeches and underclothes were lowered, and her enraged spouse had administered a dozen fearsome stripes to her voluminous quivering buttocks followed by a good rogering, to their mutual eventual ecstasy. Perhaps Estela's own impending experience could have an equally happy ending, so to say, she could only hope.

Rafe spoke: ‘Well, I think two dozen of my best should suffice for your naughty bottom cheeks, my dear. But then I will administer a special coup de grace, after which I plan to take my own special reward for all of my diligent efforts on behalf of both of the ladies of this household in a certain other private passage that seemed to be quite enthralled with a friendly visit from my finger some time back. You realize the crop will leave marks on you back there, ones that will endure for several days, right?’

The Mamacita was so excited at the thought that this gorgeous man was going to administer the sodomization that she had so longed for that the implications of her impending encounter with the fearsome crop seemed insignificant. She was soon to regret this oversight, but that seemed to be true for every punishment she received: extreme objection during its administration followed by the best orgasms of her life immediately following. There was no reason to suspect that the proposed spanking with Rafe's riding crop would turn out any differently, after all. So she simply smiled beatifically and replied: ‘I'm sure you know best in such matters, dear man.’

And so our heroine received an even two dozen horrifyingly painful stokes of the crop. Each fell across both of her buttocks, causing her to scream more hoarsely than she had ever in her life. The experience was different from the other spankings, as the fearsome implement made an audible 'whoosh' through the air before the horrible 'snick' of its contact with her helpless behind. Then there was a fraction of a second before the initial lightning bolt of pain hit her nervous system, after which there was a second wave of deeper ache as the impact filtered down to tissues underlying her skin. The combination was both enthralling and appalling, and by the last spank she was both frantic with pain and extremely turned on.

But then matters took an unexpected turn. Rafe knelt behind her and declared: ‘Time for your coup de grace! It will both culminate your punishment and prepare a certain secret passage to experience its fucking as intensely as possible!’ And then she found herself screaming even more uncontrollably as six horrible swipes of the crop fell directly down her bottom cleavage. This heretofore inviolate territory was unimaginably sensitive, and to receive such a painful kiss a half dozen times down its entire length from the top of her crack to her perineum took her to realms of frenzy that she had never imagined. But endure them she did, her hoarse voice begging for reprieve with no chance of deflecting her implacable punisher from his intent until the prescribed dose of bitter medicine had been fully administered.

And then, everything changed. Her erstwhile torturer became her perfect lover, as he knelt and carefully tongued every welt on her splayed behind. Once they had all been soothed and anointed with cooling saliva, his tongue found its way to her tormented bottom cleavage. Rafe laved it carefully from top to bottom until for the first time in her life she experienced the unique sensation of his tongue first encircling and then penetrating that secret orifice. By then his fingers had found her clit and G spot, and she was coming like a madwoman for several minutes as he enjoyed the sensation of her anal musculature convulsing around his tongue where he knew his cock soon would be.

Once the dom decided his overwhelmed subject had experienced enough of the current scenario, he ceased his oral and manual ministrations and stood up. His own erection had returned full force, and he wanted to make one change in the setup. He had noticed that behind Estela's desk was a framed mirror that enabled her office to be brighter by reflecting the panoramic view she had from her workspace. This prompted an idea, which he voiced: ‘So, Estela, if I untie your hands, do you promise to be a good obedient girl and do just what I tell you, even if that means enduring some rather challenging stimulus to a part of you that has not yet been...explored...in that manner?’

The sex-saturated older woman, her nervous system totally abuzz with the potent neurochemical soup of hours of painful stimulus alternating with the dozen or more by far best orgasms of her life, responded almost without thinking: ‘Of course, Rafe...anything you want of me, I'll do my best to cooperate with...and I mean anything at all!’ She was a bit embarrassed by the effusiveness of this response, since the powerful Mamacita had always been one to play her cards very close to her chest. And she suspected, quite correctly, that her chest was exactly the region which was in question. She wanted him to be rough with her tits, yet another secret desire than none of her lovers nor her husband had taken the hint about.

Her gorgeous captor came round and undid her wrists from their bondage to her office chair. Then he helped her to rise up and support her weight on her hands, after which he leaned in to kiss her on her mouth for the very first time. This turned into a minutes-long, very slow but increasingly passionate, exploration of that territory, each of them delighting in the intricate mirror dance that kissing had the potential to be. And while their mouths were engaged in this pastime, Rafe's hands took the liberty of exploring the heavy, firm breasts now offered up for his enjoyment. He took his time there as well, starting off with gentle caresses and massage of their contours, avoiding the large areoles and fiercely erect nipples as he explored the territory that was going to be his to enjoy in whatever manner he chose. By the end of the kiss, he was gently rolling these central regions between his thumbs and forefingers, a their owner moaned in excitement, hoping he would get a great deal rougher very soon. She had several pairs of powerful nipple clamps that she used during her nightly masturbation sessions for many years, finding that the more she hurt that part of her, the more powerful were her orgasms.

Rafe broke off the kiss and his manual explorations of Estela's spectacular décolletage and stood up. He stepped aside and invited her to look at her reflection, remarking: ‘I want you to watch the woman in the mirror...See how flushed and lovely she is after her spanking, how prettily her tits dangle from her chest...How dilated her pupils are from her excitement about what's about to happen to her...I'm going to step behind her and fuck her well-spanked ass very hard for a very long time, and you'll be able to watch me doing it, and see just how she responds to taking my big cock up there...And you'll also get to see how she reacts to my hands being very, very rough with her perfect breasts, especially the most sensitive parts of them, which I plan to torture mercilessly until she screams with the intensity of it...These are the things I want you to watch, but I also want you to see what I look like when I'm taking advantage of a helpless woman whose legs are tied apart so she can't protect her most private passage from being brutally fucked by the kind of man who would enjoy exactly that situation more than anything else in the whole world...’

Estela absolutely loved this dialogue, delivered with a piquant combination of sincerity and irony as they held each other's gaze in the mirror. And then the dom stripped off his clothes so she could see him naked for the first time, causing her to remark: ‘Jesus Christ, you look like your body has been photoshopped, Rafe!’ He laughed at the compliment, retorting: ‘Well, I've spent the last few years sublimating the energy of having a fearsome crush on my gorgeous Boss into my workouts, so I suppose you could say that the condition of my body is your own damned fault, Mistress!’ The still-fiercely aroused bound brunette beauty watched a bit hungrily as the large muscular naked man she was rapidly falling in love with moved around her desk towards his goal.

This was the first time the Mamacita had seen the cock that had fucked her so satisfyingly in the normal way a couple of spankings earlier, and the eight inch phallic masterpiece made her positively swoon with anticipation. It was nearly twice as big as her ex-husband's rather measly equipment, to her almost unalloyed delight. This meant that uncharted ground was about to be broken, so to say, in terms of the size of the organ about to assault her back passage, which had remained inviolate save for her pencil-thin five inch vibrator for over a decade. Could she take something that large up that private passage without tearing something and permanently damaging her? She was both excited and a bit scared to find out, which was happening very soon no matter what she wanted. And that last fact was shockingly exciting to the woman who otherwise exalted in her iron control over her domain.

Rafe produced a tube of Vaseline from his discarded Levis and coated his erection somewhat lasciviously as its intended recipient watched intently in the mirror. Estela was mesmerized by the veiny glistening weapon that was soon to sheath itself in her most secret scabbard. And then she moaned as her naked Foreman worked a fingerful of lube into her recently-spanked anus, which was still throbbing from its terrifyingly painful encounter with the riding crop. Even his callused index digit was far larger than the little vibrator she routinely employed to enhance her masturbation, and it felt horribly, deliciously invasive as he swirled it around, reveling in his unchallengeable domination of her most private parts.

And then he guided the nose of his cock against its target, which quivered in fear at its impending invasion after having already experienced both the most painful and most pleasurable experiences of its life in the past half hour. Its owner moaned as Rafe pressed slowly, inexorably forward, dilating her tight anal ring to a rapidly frightening extent. As she was stretched past all previous limits, her moans rapidly devolved into gasping shouts. An oddly observant part of her recognized these sounds as identical to the animal noises she had made while giving birth to the daughter whose own bottom had spent the morning enduring its torment in exactly the spot Estela was now occupying. Another part of her was fascinated to watch herself in the mirror, her pendulous breasts wobbling quite sexily (both she and her equally rapt sodomizer thought) as her body writhed in its extreme discomfort.

Over about three minutes, her handsome Foreman worked the head of his cock inside his Boss' frantically quivering pelvic floor until it was completely inside. By this time, she was actively yelling: ‘O, GOD, RAFE, PLEASE, IT'S TEARING ME IN HALF, PLEASE!’ He held her well-spanked ass (which burned nicely beneath his hands) and stayed right where he was, murmuring: ‘Please indeed! I can't tell you how deliciously pleasing it is to feel you spasming around my dick head, Estela...Oh God, your ass feels so good to fuck, I think I could spend all day every day spanking it and fucking it, and maybe I will do just that!’

Something about this cheerful rejoinder seemed to calm the agitated older beauty, and her body began to relax as it accepted that this apparent emergency wasn't turning out to be quite as dire as it had worried. And as the Mamacita calmed in the face of her inevitable fate, her delighted violator eased the remaining seven inches of his phallus inside her. Her screams had dropped back to moans, still gasping, and with this thrust those coarsened into a throaty shout, until she suddenly felt the delicious coolness of his thighs and hips against her burning buttocks. Her poor abused ass was at last fully impaled on his enormous cock, and it actually felt rather nice up there now that she was growing steadily more used to it.

Once Rafe sensed this, he leaned forward and growled into her ear: ‘Now it's time for you to be butt-fucked into oblivion while those gorgeous tits are going to get the rough treatment they deserve, Estela. And until I'm done with you, my only thought is going to be for my own pleasure, no matter how much it hurts you...in fact, I think the more it hurts you, the better I'm going to like it!’ And then he took each of her breasts in one of his giant powerful hands, his suntanned darkness contrasting beautifully (a detached aesthetic part of both of them noticed) with her ivory naked loveliness.

The rampant Foreman proceeded to maul his Boss' juddering tits mercilessly as he drove in and out of her ass like a piston in a railroad engine, each stroke making her shout with pleasurable invasion. His hands kneaded and pinched and mashed her poor breasts, sending fierce jolts of electricity straight through her ovaries to her clit with each painful invasion of their unprotected vulnerability. And soon she was coming, like never before in her life, her screams of ecstasy filling the still air of the room as her pelvic floor musculature contracted around his cock in the inimitable (and unfakeable) spasms of female orgasm. This went on for an unmeasurable and impossibly pleasurable infinity of ecstatic release for Estela as they both watched her uncontrollable writhings in the mirror for the better part of half an hour. At last, her half-dozenth orgasm milked his spend from him, as his hands clamped on her tits even more convulsively while he bellowed his pleasure and pumped his load into her back passage. They both collapsed on the table in a sweaty, heart-pounding, heavy breathing heap, each spent beyond any level previously imaginable.