Adventures of Little Miss Notoriety Read Free

Notoriety's knee, just as she was told to do.
    “Good girl.” H er lips touched the accountant's cheek, lifting her knee higher to grind into her pussy. “Go on... fuck your cunt down on my boot. That's it.” Anything else she might have said was drowned out by Linda's panting with need.
    “Please Mistress … please don't stop! Please … hurt me.” Linda begged in that deep sultry voice of hers. She could have definitely been a phone sex operator if the accounting gig didn’t work out for her.
    How the story changed with just a grind of a knee into her dripping wet snatch.
    “OK.”
    And just like that, Linda hung there, panting for breath, and whimpered in an attempt to get her Mistress' attention. Belle made her way to the bench where all her items of punishment lined up in an orderly fashion. .
    “You think the Shagville Heights Paddle tonight?” The word SHAGVILLE carved into the finely crafted wooden paddle.
    “ Nooooooooooooo... please not that.” She cried out, yet her hips dry humped at the air with urgency.
    Interesting.
    Poor thing has no idea that she's always telling on herself. Belle knew what to listen for, what to watch for in her play things. Just like Joseph knew when his little fuck doll was or wasn't having a good time. Miss Notoriety might've used blackmail to get them there, but they continued to c ome back of their own free will; they just hadn't realized it.
    “Now make up your mind dear. Do you want me to hurt you or not?” Belle teased, and her thigh high boots clicked across the tiled floor. She'd made her way back to her delicious treat on the cross. Her right hand brushed the lettered side of the paddle over Linda's firm, tight ass.
    “Hurry up slut!” Belle exclaimed. “If you pick wrong the only one cumming tonight's me.” The hollow sound in her laugh told of the devilishness inside the woman, but really what fun would that be if the naked whimpering woman wasn't allowed to orgasm?
    “Hurt me...fuck me, please Mistress.” She screamed out just as Belle's knee once more brushed her bare ass, and slipped between her thighs, and roughly she ground her knee up into Linda's juicy slit. Her left hand snaked around the accountant's  hip blazing a fiery trail right to the honey hole, and her fingers slipped inside her crevice. Linda's hips thrashed back and forth, not sure which sensation's going to get her off first.
    “Five swats with the paddle , and then you get to cum?” Belle’s lips brushing the side of her delicious treats neck. “Deal?” She then licked at the ear of her victim, pressing her own body right into the small of Linda's back. “Say it, or you can hang there all night long, slut.”
    “Yes...yes fuck yes, Mistress please spank me. Please make me your Shagville Heights bad girl.” Linda's voice cracked when Belle shoved three fingers inside her cunt, her tight walls instantly closing around them like a greedy little slut.
    Belle stepped back, her fingers dutifully worked the woman over, while her right arm lifted and swung for the fences!
    Crack!
    The loud sound of wood on flesh mixed with the cries of Linda were like a finely tuned violin playing the sweetest notes she’d ever heard. Barely under control before another smack of the lettered side of that paddle came crashing down into her pale white skin, leaving the words imprinted in red and slowly beginning to welt up.
    In and out Belle jabbed her fingers inside that tight dripping hole, her thumb finding her clit, and strummed over it each time the woman's hips pummeled down onto her waiting digits. Each smack of the paddle drove her further and harder down onto the blonde's waiting hand. Last but certainly not least, the fifth swat came right dead center of the woman's divine ass.
    Crack!!!
    The chains rattled, the wooden cross creaked, and Linda's body slumped forward as she heaved for air. A blood curdling scream poured from her, but it's one of splendiferous eroticism and orgasmic bliss. Linda's