said.
'Why don't you come over here?' Matthew said.
Miranda got up and went over to his chair. He made her sit on the floor right next to Beth.
'Have you seen her body?' Matthew asked.
'She showed me a picture once, where she was wearing only her knickers.'
'Did you like that?'
'Yes, she has great tits.'
'Would you like to see them again?'
'Yes,' said Miranda quietly.
'Take her top off,' Matthew said.
Miranda pulled Beth's t-shirt over her head.
'Now the bra,' Matthew said.
Miranda stared at Beth's bare breasts.
'Touch them,' said Matthew.
Miranda put out a hand and stroked Beth's right breast, then pinched the nipple slightly. The two girls were looking into each other's eyes. Matthew watched them intently. After a while he invited Miranda to climb up onto his lap. She did so, putting her arms around his neck.
'Do you think Beth will be jealous if you kiss me?' Matthew said to her.
''I don't know,' said Miranda. 'But I'd like to.'
'Do it,' Matthew said.
Miranda kissed him firmly on the mouth. It crossed my mind that no one had asked me if I minded, but in fact I didn't. It was clear that whatever might go on between Matthew and Miranda would be largely for Beth's benefit. He wanted to see how she would react.
The kiss went on quite a long time. I watched Beth to see her response. I couldn't tell much from her expression.
Matthew finally pulled away from Miranda. 'How would you like it if I spanked you?' he said.
Miranda giggled. 'That would be naughty,' she said.
Matthew pushed her down over his knee. He pulled up her skirt and pulled down her knickers.
'That's a pretty little bottom,' he said. He looked up at me. 'Don't you think so, Annabel?'
'Yes,' I said. 'It's the sort of bottom that cries out for a spanking.'
It was. Miranda's bottom was different from Beth's; rounder, plumper, softer, less trim, but inviting. Matthew raised his hand and brought it down sharply. Miranda gave a little cry. Matthew did it again. Beth moved round to sit by Miranda's head. She bent and kissed her as she was being spanked, as if to reassure her that everything was OK. It was a rather touching gesture.
The spanking went on for a while, Miranda making little noises and wriggling around, but it wasn't anywhere near the maximum of what Matthew was capable of. At last Matthew told Miranda to go and join me on the sofa. I had her lie across me, face down. I pulled up her skirt again and bared her bottom. It had flushed a delicate shade of pink. I stroked it gently while we watched Matthew with Beth.
'Beth has been a good little girl,' Matthew said. 'And as a reward I'm going to let her suck my cock, which she very much enjoys. Don't you, Beth?'
'Yes, sir,' Beth said. She moved to a position between Matthew's legs. He allowed her to unzip him, reach in and pull out his cock; it was erect already; I knew that spanking Miranda would have aroused him greatly. Beth took his cock in her mouth and began to suck eagerly. Latterly, it had been established by Matthew that sucking his cock was a privilege for Beth, not a right. He knew that she enjoyed doing it as much as anything, and so, always looking to further tighten the reins, he had put her on restriction. Now she could suck it by invitation only; she wasn't even allowed to ask to suck it and often the sucking would be curtailed. Beth loved to suck until he lost control and flooded her mouth with his semen. But Matthew very rarely allowed that. Increasingly, as time went on, he ejaculated with her less and less, whether during intercourse or fellatio, or when she used her hand on him, which he sometimes required her to do. Withholding himself served to increase his power. By demonstrating self-discipline he showed her that his control was
'Why don't you come over here?' Matthew said.
Miranda got up and went over to his chair. He made her sit on the floor right next to Beth.
'Have you seen her body?' Matthew asked.
'She showed me a picture once, where she was wearing only her knickers.'
'Did you like that?'
'Yes, she has great tits.'
'Would you like to see them again?'
'Yes,' said Miranda quietly.
'Take her top off,' Matthew said.
Miranda pulled Beth's t-shirt over her head.
'Now the bra,' Matthew said.
Miranda stared at Beth's bare breasts.
'Touch them,' said Matthew.
Miranda put out a hand and stroked Beth's right breast, then pinched the nipple slightly. The two girls were looking into each other's eyes. Matthew watched them intently. After a while he invited Miranda to climb up onto his lap. She did so, putting her arms around his neck.
'Do you think Beth will be jealous if you kiss me?' Matthew said to her.
''I don't know,' said Miranda. 'But I'd like to.'
'Do it,' Matthew said.
Miranda kissed him firmly on the mouth. It crossed my mind that no one had asked me if I minded, but in fact I didn't. It was clear that whatever might go on between Matthew and Miranda would be largely for Beth's benefit. He wanted to see how she would react.
The kiss went on quite a long time. I watched Beth to see her response. I couldn't tell much from her expression.
Matthew finally pulled away from Miranda. 'How would you like it if I spanked you?' he said.
Miranda giggled. 'That would be naughty,' she said.
Matthew pushed her down over his knee. He pulled up her skirt and pulled down her knickers.
'That's a pretty little bottom,' he said. He looked up at me. 'Don't you think so, Annabel?'
'Yes,' I said. 'It's the sort of bottom that cries out for a spanking.'
It was. Miranda's bottom was different from Beth's; rounder, plumper, softer, less trim, but inviting. Matthew raised his hand and brought it down sharply. Miranda gave a little cry. Matthew did it again. Beth moved round to sit by Miranda's head. She bent and kissed her as she was being spanked, as if to reassure her that everything was OK. It was a rather touching gesture.
The spanking went on for a while, Miranda making little noises and wriggling around, but it wasn't anywhere near the maximum of what Matthew was capable of. At last Matthew told Miranda to go and join me on the sofa. I had her lie across me, face down. I pulled up her skirt again and bared her bottom. It had flushed a delicate shade of pink. I stroked it gently while we watched Matthew with Beth.
'Beth has been a good little girl,' Matthew said. 'And as a reward I'm going to let her suck my cock, which she very much enjoys. Don't you, Beth?'
'Yes, sir,' Beth said. She moved to a position between Matthew's legs. He allowed her to unzip him, reach in and pull out his cock; it was erect already; I knew that spanking Miranda would have aroused him greatly. Beth took his cock in her mouth and began to suck eagerly. Latterly, it had been established by Matthew that sucking his cock was a privilege for Beth, not a right. He knew that she enjoyed doing it as much as anything, and so, always looking to further tighten the reins, he had put her on restriction. Now she could suck it by invitation only; she wasn't even allowed to ask to suck it and often the sucking would be curtailed. Beth loved to suck until he lost control and flooded her mouth with his semen. But Matthew very rarely allowed that. Increasingly, as time went on, he ejaculated with her less and less, whether during intercourse or fellatio, or when she used her hand on him, which he sometimes required her to do. Withholding himself served to increase his power. By demonstrating self-discipline he showed her that his control was
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