This time her daughter

Background. – (Full story in Body Art 1 & 2 written by me as G W Brash)
Frances was a beautiful snob in a sexless marriage. Her pleasures were flaunting her husband’s wealth and influence and building her own ego by putting people down.
She and her daughter, Kathy, joined an art class run by Jack, a talented art student. Initially Frances had tried to intimidate and humiliate him.

Over a month she changed. She changed because she recognised Jack’s talents as an artist and teacher, because she started to laugh at his jokes, because she was jealous when Jack flirted with her friend. She changed because for the first time in 15 years she had an irresistable sexual desire.

When Frances and Jack met in a bar Jack realized that Frances was his to do with as he wished. He liked her, she attracted him physically, but he wanted to get rid of that snobbish superiority.
Two months later Frances had enthusiastically accepted Jack’s sexual control.
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“You do realize my daughter is in love with you?” said Frances.
“It’s getting boring listening to her. ‘Isn’t Jack handsome’, ‘Doesn’t Jack know so much about art’, ‘Isn’t Jack such a good painter’.”
“It’s three months since we started going to your classes. She started her crush on you in the first week. It has kept getting worse since then.”

Frances was reclining on Jack’s sofa where she had been for almost all of the last three hours. She was leaning against an arm, totally naked, her legs spread wide with her shaved genitals openly exposed

In her 35 years Frances had never contemplated being so uninhibited, so confident and relaxed in her sexuality and femininity.
But now here, with Jack, 12 years her junior, who totally dominated her sexually, she wanted for nothing else than to luxuriate in his worshiping gaze. He made her feel like some primitive sex Goddess.

This had been one of Jack’s “Worship the body of Frances” evenings. It was justified. Although she was 35 Frances had a body many a 16 year old would envy. Jack marveled in every inch of her. The evening had started with him massaging her all over her body. She had reveled under his delicate touch, her skin and muscles were still singing.

She had discovered that almost all of her body, from her forehead to her toes, was an erogenous zone. The massage made her desperate to have his cock inside her. Anywhere inside her..

Jack had never left her body alone for those three hours. Sometimes he had brought her to orgasm with his fingers titillating her clitoris or G spot, sometimes with his lips and tongue and gentle nibbles.
He had probed her anus with his tongue. God, two months ago she couldn’t even think about anal sex without a shudder of disgust. Now her anus was still twitching with delight from his last rampant entry and trace of Jack’s semen oozed down her thighs

“Mmm,” said Jack, her art tutor turned sex tutor, as he massaged her foot.
“Kathy is so, so beautiful, just like her mother and such a vibrant, lovely, talented girl. I would dearly love to bed her.
“But two problems. She is an 15 year old virgin and I don’t want to her mother to be jealous.”

“Jack, would you like to kiss my breasts as I talk?” He did not need a second invitation, and lay on his back, his head on Frances’ lap and sucked her brown aureole with its hardened nipple.

“First me. It would be my fondest dream come true for you to have both of us. But, that’s your choice. If you leave me for my daughter, I will be absolutely devastated, but I would be happy for her.”
Leaving Frances was not part of Jack’s game-plan, but he saw no reason to give her that reassurance. Instead he nibbled her left nipple, enjoying her squirm of pleasure.

“Any decision about her body is up to Kathy. Because I had been a virgin until I married, I always tried to persuade her to be the same. Now I know that was the biggest mistake of my life. You showed me that, my gorgeous Master.” She stroked his hair.

“Since you have transformed me into what I used to describe as a sex maniac,” she fondled his penis and tickled his testicles, “I have said to her that it’s her choice.
“I have seen her with boys and I don’t think she will wait much longer. But I don’t want her first to be when she is so pissed she doesn’t know what she is doing or who she is doing it with.
“I would prefer it if it wasn’t with some pimply kid who knows nothing about sex, or with some lout who has no concern for her needs and emotions.

“I know you don’t like to talk about this, but you are such a giving, generous lover as well as so very, very exciting. I know you get as much delight from my orgasms as your own. And as I said, she has this enormous crush on you. Who better for my daughter’s first time?
“And one other thing, when our gynecologist examined Kathy a couple of months ago, she removed her hymen to help with her periods.

Jack said nothing and enjoyed the delights of Frances’ magnificent mammaries.

“But Master, please,” she hesitated as she knew she was treading into dangerous territory. “You won’t put her through that Dog’s Bollocks routine or beat her, will you?”

Jack sat up.
“How much have you told Kathy about us?”
“Absolutely nothing, but two weeks ago she told me she knew we were bonking. I denied it outright but she said she could tell from the way we talked and looked at each other.”
“So she knows nothing about the discipline and nothing really about our sex?”
“Not a thing.”

“Thanks Frances.” He paused for some time, thinking. Then he reached his decision and put an end to Frances’ nervous wait.
“Next Thursday at 7pm at The Dog’s Bollocks.” Frances looked in anguish, but said nothing.
“Kathy is to wear that satiny green blouse with buttons all down the front. And that light green mini-skirt, you know, the one that isn’t too tight.
“And you Frances, your yellow blouse and the skirt you wore here tonight.”

Jack’s face became stern.
“Frances you know that you must never tell me what to do when it comes to sex.”
She nodded, she had been expecting this.
“Don’t ever tell me how to treat your daughter. You know what to do.”

Nervously she went to the kitchen to get the spatula. She knew she could leave freely if she wanted to. But that was not an option she even considered, even though the imminent pain frightened her.
She gave him the spatula and knelt on the floor, shoulders flat on the floorboards, knees together, her bum pointing almost at the ceiling.

In one part of her mind she found the position and her consenting submission totally humiliating. She was one of fashionable society’s ‘movers and shakers’, her husband was wealthy and influential and here she was, poking her ass in the air to be spanked painfully by a bloody student.
But another part of her mind loved being dominated by Jack as this had opened her to this new world of sexual ecstasy and delight.

Frances, who was such a strong, dominant person in all other aspects of her life, was sexually aroused at being dominated by this man she loved. She could feel her cunt become more sodden as she knelt and her vaginal muscles were clenching and relaxing in sexual anticipation.
She knew that punishment was usually followed by frenzied, totally uninhibited fucking. Her mind was a mixture of humiliation, fear, but most of all, sexual excitement.

THWACK.
The spatula sounded like a gun shot on her buttock. The pain was unbearable and brought tears to her eyes. It took all her will-power not to sob.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” she choked. “I shouldn’t tell you how to treat my daughter. Do with her as you will, I know she will love you for it.”

Jack knelt down behind her. One hand gently stroked the inflamed buttock, the other reached to fondle a nipple.