Collage of Agony and Ecstasy part 3
As Montagne climbed out of the van, his legs felt wobbly, and he was sure his face was still flushed from their encounter. The neighborhood was quiet, the only sound the distant bark of a dog. He watched as Miss Seoid put the van into drive and pulled away, the tires crunching on the gravel.
He had the entire evening to think about her offer, and it had consumed his thoughts. It was like a siren's call, and he couldn't resist. The next day, at 7:30 AM, while his family slept, he tiptoed out of his room, grabbed his bike, and pedaled the short distance to Stella's house. His heart raced in his chest, his palms sweaty on the handlebars.
The house looked even more inviting in the early morning light, the pink paint standing out like a beacon of promise. He parked his bike in the driveway and approached the door, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. Before he could knock, the door swung open, and there she was, dressed in a sheer pink negligée that left little to the imagination.
"Montagne, you're early," she purred, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She didn't bother to hide her delight as she grabbed the collar of his white T-shirt and pulled him inside, the door slamming shut behind them. The house smelled faintly of vanilla and something else, something that made his stomach flutter.
Once in her bedroom, she didn't waste any time. Her movements were swift and sure, a stark contrast to the gentle strokes she had given him in the van. She yanked down his gray and white drawstring pants and tighty whities, revealing his already erect penis. His socks followed, leaving him naked from the waist down. The coolness of the air was a stark contrast to the heat of his arousal.
Her room was a candy-coated dream, with sunflowers adorning the walls and a white dandelion-patterned carpet beneath her feet. She led him to her bed, the gold bedposts gleaming in the early morning light. The lime green plaid sheets and covers looked like a warm embrace waiting for them.
With surprising strength, Stella tied his wrists to the posts with black stockings, her expression one of pure, predatory satisfaction. He was hers now, bound and exposed. She stepped back, her eyes roving over his nakedness before settling on his erect penis.
"Let's see how much you've missed me," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire.
Her warm breath ghosted over the tip of his cock, making him jump. And then she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him like a tornado, leaving no part of him untouched. He watched in amazement as she worked him over, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. It was only a matter of seconds before he was on the edge again, his body arching against the restraints.
He let out a strangled cry as she reached down to scratch his inner thighs, her nails digging into his sensitive flesh. It was too much, and he came, his semen filling her mouth. She didn't miss a beat, swallowing it down greedily as she continued to suck and lick him clean.
When she released him, his dick was glistening and his legs were trembling. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "That's just the start, baby. Now let's see how much more you can take."
Her hand moved to his testicles, her nails lightly scratching at the base of his shaft as she took his balls into her mouth. The sensation was almost too much to handle, and he lasted only 19 seconds before he was coming again. She didn't miss a drop, her mouth engulfing him once more, ensuring her hair remained pristine.
Determined to suck him dry, Miss Seoid continued her ministrations on Pwoteje’s privates. She alternated between penis and testicles. Also, to drive him even more crazy, she would moan and slurp around his shaft, the vibrations making him scream like a slaughtered lamb.
‘How do you like that? You’re mine, little boy’ Stella thought wickedly to herself. The beautiful seductive teacher reveled in the sight of her student convulsing on the bed, as if having a seizure, and his whimpers, whines, and groans were music to her ears. She would only stop sucking when her bladder was full and she was forced to relieve herself in the bathroom. The woman always made sure to wash her hands before rushing back to the bedroom and getting back to work, as hygiene was essential, especially in an intimate context. The gray curly-haired lady didn’t want her buffalo-haired pupil to catch her bacteria and get sick.
After eight intense, earth-shattering orgasms that had his entire body trembling, she noticed his manhood was raw, red, and painfully swollen. Stella’s eyes widened with a mix of concern and satisfaction. She knew she had pushed him to his limits, but she hadn’t intended to cause him pain. She had to think fast, her mind racing with ideas of how to keep their little session going without causing him any more distress.
With a gentle smile, she pulled away from his bruised cock and leaned back, her eyes raking over his exposed body. She had never seen someone so responsive to her touch, and it was a heady feeling. "Looks like we're going to have to change things up a bit," she murmured, her voice a soft purr.
Her nimble fingers began to dance across his skin, starting at the base of his neck and moving down to his armpits. Montagne squirmed and giggled, his body jolting with each tickle. Stella's eyes lit up with mischief as she watched his reactions, her mind racing with all the new ways she could push his boundaries. She had wanted to explore this side of him, and now she had the perfect opportunity.
Moving on to his elbows, she flicked and poked at the sensitive skin there, her tongue darting out to lick the salt from his skin. He squirmed and wriggled, his laughter turning into gasps as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. His cock, though sore and swollen, twitched in response to the new sensation, and she took note, filing away the knowledge for later use.
Stella moved down to his knees, her fingers and tongue tracing the sensitive skin behind them before moving on to his inner thighs. She knew from experience that this area could be incredibly ticklish, and Montagne's reaction didn't disappoint. He bucked and kicked, trying to escape her touch, his eyes squeezed shut in a mix of pain and pleasure. But his teacher's black stockings held him securely to her bed, and he was helpless.
“You’re not going anywhere cutie pie!” His teacher exclaimed in a sadistic tone of voice.
Stella shifted her focus to Montagne's bare feet, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He had always had sensitive soles, and she knew that tickling them would drive him wild. She began by tracing the arches of his feet with her fingertips, watching as he writhed and giggled in response. His laughter filled the room, a sweet sound that made her feel powerful and alive.
Her hands moved with purpose, targeting the most ticklish spots on his feet. His toes curled and uncurled as she touched them, his body jerking against the stockings that bound him to the bed. The sound of his giggles grew louder and more frantic, his cheeks flushing a deep red as he tried to pull away from her. But Stella was relentless, her fingertips dancing across his skin like a pianist playing a favorite tune.
When his laughter had reached a crescendo, she paused, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Then she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste his salty flesh. The sensation was electric, and Montagne's eyes shot open in shock. She licked the arch of his foot, her tongue tracing the sensitive lines with the precision of a master chef tasting a new dish. His giggles turned to moans as she worked her way to his toes, her mouth closing around them one by one.
"Mm, so yummy," she murmured, her teeth grazing the soft skin of his big toe. He squirmed and bucked, trying to pull his foot away, but she held it firmly in place, her grip surprisingly strong. Her mouth moved to the next toe, her teeth teasing and nipping gently. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain that had him panting, his cock jerking with every flick of her tongue.
When she had paid enough attention to his feet and toes, Stella moved back up to his stomach. She placed her mouth on his belly button and began to blow raspberries into his skin, the vibration causing Montagne to laugh even more. The sound of her lips against his flesh echoed in the quiet room, a symphony of pleasure and torment. He couldn't decide if he wanted her to stop or to keep going, his body a battleground of sensation.
After two minutes of this delightful torture, she switched tactics. Stella's tongue darted out, and she began to lick his belly button with a newfound enthusiasm. The sensation was intense, the wetness of her tongue a stark contrast to the dryness of the air. She swirled it around the small indentation, exploring every crevice with the enthusiasm of a child discovering a new toy. Her eyes locked with his, the hunger in them unmistakable.
The sudden sensation was like lightning striking his belly button. Montagne's body jerked, his laughter turning to a wild cackle as he squirmed and bucked against the stockings. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had been set on fire, the pleasure-pain sensation sending him into a frenzy. His abs clenched, his hips thrusting upward in a silent plea for more. He had never felt anything so overwhelming, so all-consuming.
"Alright, little man, that's enough for now," Miss Seoid said with a wink, her voice husky with desire. She went to the hallway closet and pulled out a bottle of aloe vera-scented bodywash, along with a clean washcloth.
“You go clean up in the shower, and I'll get you something to eat. You're going to need your energy for the rest of the day."
Stella untied the black stockings that had restrained Montagne so firmly to the bed. As he stood, his legs wobbled slightly, unused to the sudden freedom. He took a shaky step toward the bathroom, his body still buzzing from the intense tickling and the aftermath of his numerous orgasms.
With a swift movement, she slapped his bottom, the sound echoing through the room. Montagne yelped and jumped, the pain from his already bruised skin making him see stars. The boy looked back at his teacher who grinned mischievously back at him. She had told him in the van that she would slap his bare bottom in her house whenever she felt like it, and she wasn't one to break her promises. The sting from her palm was a stark reminder of their new dynamic, one that thrilled and terrified him in equal measure.
Backing away from her, he managed to make it into the bathroom, his legs feeling like jelly. He closed the door and leaned against the sink, his heart racing as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated with a mix of fear and arousal. His cock was still hard, despite the punishment it had just received. He couldn't believe what had just happened between them, his thoughts swirling like a tornado in his head.
Montagne tried to convince himself that he should feel revolted and violated, that his teacher had taken advantage of him. But every time he thought about the way she had touched him, the way she had made him feel, his body betrayed him. His dick twitched at the memory of her soft thighs, his mind playing back the feel of her skin against his.
“She asked me if my ding-a-ling felt good between her legs and I said yes. She asked me if I wanted the hand job and I said yes. She asked to kiss my butt literally and I said yes. I unclenched my anus like she told me to when she was about to finger fuck me. And when she invited me to her house offered me a blowjob and said I’d have to keep my pants and underwear off, I still went along with it.”
These thoughts swirled through Montagne’s head as he turned on and stepped into the shower, the non-scalding hot water cascading over his bruised and sensitive skin. He felt like he was in a daze, his body still humming with the aftermath of their encounter. The aloe vera body wash Stella had handed him smelled heavenly, and he took his time lathering it up, the cool gel providing a soothing contrast to the heat from his spanking. As he washed himself, his hands couldn’t help but drift down to his still-hard cock, replaying the feel of her mouth and tongue.
He didn’t know what the day had in store for him, but the thought of being under her control, of being her plaything, was both thrilling and terrifying. He whispered to himself, "Miss Seoid is like a dessert. I can’t resist her."
The sweet scent of the aloe vera washed over him, and he felt a strange sense of comfort in the knowledge that she had chosen it to soothe his bruised skin. He lathered it over his body, paying special attention to his tender bottom, his mind replaying her gentle kisses and the way she had whispered sweet nothings into his ear. The water stung his skin, but it was a pain that he had come to associate with her, and it only served to heighten his arousal.
“Miss Seoid, how long do you want me to be in the shower?” Montagne asked Stella. She responded, “10 minutes should be long enough, baby. You can leave before then if you want to. I know how relaxing showers are, and I want you to relax.”
As Montagne continue to wash away his impurities, Stella picked up her remote control and turned on her TV. She surfed through the channels, eventually, settling on a 24 hour news channel, and sitting down on her bed to watch it.
Miss Seoid had a devilish smile on her face as she thought about the various scenarios she had planned for the rest of the day. She knew that mixing the mundane with the erotic was part of the thrill. She could see him helping her with chores around the house, his bare bottom wiggling with each movement, a constant reminder of his submission to her. She pictured him folding laundry with her, his hard cock standing erect like a soldier, her hand occasionally brushing against it as they worked side by side.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower turning off. She checked her watch and saw that it had only been five minutes. She chuckled to herself, knowing that Montagne was eager to please. She called out to him, "I’ll get you a towel, sweetheart. The ones you see inside they are mine.”
As the door to the bathroom opened, a cloud of steam billowed out. He stepped out, his body glistening with water droplets, and reached for the plush pink towel she held out. It was emblazoned with the face of Hello Kitty, a stark contrast to the seriousness of their situation. He dried off, taking care to avoid the tender areas of his bottom. Once done, he tentatively pulled his shirt on. Montagne’s pants and underwear were still crumpled in a pile on the floor in Stella’s bedroom.
When he came out of the bathroom, Miss Seoid was waiting for him, her hands on her hips. She leaned in close, inhaling the scent of the aloe vera on his skin and hair. "You smell so fresh and clean, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. Then, without warning, she spun him around and gave his bare bottom another firm smack. "Let's get you downstairs," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
The basement was a world unto itself, a bizarre mix of function and whimsy that mirrored the woman herself. The turquoise carpet looked plush and inviting, though it was marred by the stark presence of the metal exercise equipment scattered throughout the room. A boiler room and laundry room were tucked away in the corners, their industrial noises a strange backdrop to the scene unfolding.
Stella took him by the hand and led him downstairs, the smile on her face a blend of excitement and authority. "Let's see how much you've learned, Montagne," she said, her eyes shining. She pointed to a yoga mat in the center of the room, and he obediently took his place, his bare bottom cold against the plastic.
Her eyes raked over his naked lower half, the curve of his ass begging for her attention. She couldn't resist giving it a gentle pat, her hand lingering longer than necessary. "Now, I want you to start with fifty push-ups," she instructed, her voice firm. He nodded and began, his muscles straining with each dip and rise. She watched him closely, her breath hitching in her chest as she took in the sight of his body moving beneath her.
He managed twenty before his arms started to wobble, his breath coming in short gasps. Stella stepped forward, her hand landing with a sharp smack on his left cheek. "You can do better than that," she said, her voice a mix of encouragement and reprimand. He flinched but continued, pushing himself up and down with renewed vigor. Despite the sting of her palm, he felt a strange thrill at her touch, his body responding in ways he couldn't explain.
Next, she had him lie down for 50 sit-ups, his bare feet flat on the cool floor. She stood over him, her pink negligée fluttering around her legs as she watched his abdominal muscles flex with each movement. When she thought he was slacking, she didn't hesitate to make him get on all fours smack his ass, her hand connecting with a sound that echoed in the basement. The pain spurred him on, and he pushed through the burn, his body bending and straightening like a bow being drawn back and released.
Stella then had him do 50 jumping jacks, followed by 50 curl ups, 50 lying knee raises, 50 touch your toe exercises, 50 pull-ups on her pull-up machine, 50 jogs in place, and 50 step ups on her wood box step up. Whenever he fell as though he couldn’t carry on, Montagne’s beautiful teacher encouraged him with her slender but powerful palm. The pain it inflicted on his ass was a great motivator.
Miss Seoid's slaps weren't always consistent. Sometimes she gave him just one firm slap to keep him in line, while other times she rained down a dozen, her pal
He had the entire evening to think about her offer, and it had consumed his thoughts. It was like a siren's call, and he couldn't resist. The next day, at 7:30 AM, while his family slept, he tiptoed out of his room, grabbed his bike, and pedaled the short distance to Stella's house. His heart raced in his chest, his palms sweaty on the handlebars.
The house looked even more inviting in the early morning light, the pink paint standing out like a beacon of promise. He parked his bike in the driveway and approached the door, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. Before he could knock, the door swung open, and there she was, dressed in a sheer pink negligée that left little to the imagination.
"Montagne, you're early," she purred, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She didn't bother to hide her delight as she grabbed the collar of his white T-shirt and pulled him inside, the door slamming shut behind them. The house smelled faintly of vanilla and something else, something that made his stomach flutter.
Once in her bedroom, she didn't waste any time. Her movements were swift and sure, a stark contrast to the gentle strokes she had given him in the van. She yanked down his gray and white drawstring pants and tighty whities, revealing his already erect penis. His socks followed, leaving him naked from the waist down. The coolness of the air was a stark contrast to the heat of his arousal.
Her room was a candy-coated dream, with sunflowers adorning the walls and a white dandelion-patterned carpet beneath her feet. She led him to her bed, the gold bedposts gleaming in the early morning light. The lime green plaid sheets and covers looked like a warm embrace waiting for them.
With surprising strength, Stella tied his wrists to the posts with black stockings, her expression one of pure, predatory satisfaction. He was hers now, bound and exposed. She stepped back, her eyes roving over his nakedness before settling on his erect penis.
"Let's see how much you've missed me," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire.
Her warm breath ghosted over the tip of his cock, making him jump. And then she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him like a tornado, leaving no part of him untouched. He watched in amazement as she worked him over, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. It was only a matter of seconds before he was on the edge again, his body arching against the restraints.
He let out a strangled cry as she reached down to scratch his inner thighs, her nails digging into his sensitive flesh. It was too much, and he came, his semen filling her mouth. She didn't miss a beat, swallowing it down greedily as she continued to suck and lick him clean.
When she released him, his dick was glistening and his legs were trembling. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "That's just the start, baby. Now let's see how much more you can take."
Her hand moved to his testicles, her nails lightly scratching at the base of his shaft as she took his balls into her mouth. The sensation was almost too much to handle, and he lasted only 19 seconds before he was coming again. She didn't miss a drop, her mouth engulfing him once more, ensuring her hair remained pristine.
Determined to suck him dry, Miss Seoid continued her ministrations on Pwoteje’s privates. She alternated between penis and testicles. Also, to drive him even more crazy, she would moan and slurp around his shaft, the vibrations making him scream like a slaughtered lamb.
‘How do you like that? You’re mine, little boy’ Stella thought wickedly to herself. The beautiful seductive teacher reveled in the sight of her student convulsing on the bed, as if having a seizure, and his whimpers, whines, and groans were music to her ears. She would only stop sucking when her bladder was full and she was forced to relieve herself in the bathroom. The woman always made sure to wash her hands before rushing back to the bedroom and getting back to work, as hygiene was essential, especially in an intimate context. The gray curly-haired lady didn’t want her buffalo-haired pupil to catch her bacteria and get sick.
After eight intense, earth-shattering orgasms that had his entire body trembling, she noticed his manhood was raw, red, and painfully swollen. Stella’s eyes widened with a mix of concern and satisfaction. She knew she had pushed him to his limits, but she hadn’t intended to cause him pain. She had to think fast, her mind racing with ideas of how to keep their little session going without causing him any more distress.
With a gentle smile, she pulled away from his bruised cock and leaned back, her eyes raking over his exposed body. She had never seen someone so responsive to her touch, and it was a heady feeling. "Looks like we're going to have to change things up a bit," she murmured, her voice a soft purr.
Her nimble fingers began to dance across his skin, starting at the base of his neck and moving down to his armpits. Montagne squirmed and giggled, his body jolting with each tickle. Stella's eyes lit up with mischief as she watched his reactions, her mind racing with all the new ways she could push his boundaries. She had wanted to explore this side of him, and now she had the perfect opportunity.
Moving on to his elbows, she flicked and poked at the sensitive skin there, her tongue darting out to lick the salt from his skin. He squirmed and wriggled, his laughter turning into gasps as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. His cock, though sore and swollen, twitched in response to the new sensation, and she took note, filing away the knowledge for later use.
Stella moved down to his knees, her fingers and tongue tracing the sensitive skin behind them before moving on to his inner thighs. She knew from experience that this area could be incredibly ticklish, and Montagne's reaction didn't disappoint. He bucked and kicked, trying to escape her touch, his eyes squeezed shut in a mix of pain and pleasure. But his teacher's black stockings held him securely to her bed, and he was helpless.
“You’re not going anywhere cutie pie!” His teacher exclaimed in a sadistic tone of voice.
Stella shifted her focus to Montagne's bare feet, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He had always had sensitive soles, and she knew that tickling them would drive him wild. She began by tracing the arches of his feet with her fingertips, watching as he writhed and giggled in response. His laughter filled the room, a sweet sound that made her feel powerful and alive.
Her hands moved with purpose, targeting the most ticklish spots on his feet. His toes curled and uncurled as she touched them, his body jerking against the stockings that bound him to the bed. The sound of his giggles grew louder and more frantic, his cheeks flushing a deep red as he tried to pull away from her. But Stella was relentless, her fingertips dancing across his skin like a pianist playing a favorite tune.
When his laughter had reached a crescendo, she paused, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Then she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste his salty flesh. The sensation was electric, and Montagne's eyes shot open in shock. She licked the arch of his foot, her tongue tracing the sensitive lines with the precision of a master chef tasting a new dish. His giggles turned to moans as she worked her way to his toes, her mouth closing around them one by one.
"Mm, so yummy," she murmured, her teeth grazing the soft skin of his big toe. He squirmed and bucked, trying to pull his foot away, but she held it firmly in place, her grip surprisingly strong. Her mouth moved to the next toe, her teeth teasing and nipping gently. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain that had him panting, his cock jerking with every flick of her tongue.
When she had paid enough attention to his feet and toes, Stella moved back up to his stomach. She placed her mouth on his belly button and began to blow raspberries into his skin, the vibration causing Montagne to laugh even more. The sound of her lips against his flesh echoed in the quiet room, a symphony of pleasure and torment. He couldn't decide if he wanted her to stop or to keep going, his body a battleground of sensation.
After two minutes of this delightful torture, she switched tactics. Stella's tongue darted out, and she began to lick his belly button with a newfound enthusiasm. The sensation was intense, the wetness of her tongue a stark contrast to the dryness of the air. She swirled it around the small indentation, exploring every crevice with the enthusiasm of a child discovering a new toy. Her eyes locked with his, the hunger in them unmistakable.
The sudden sensation was like lightning striking his belly button. Montagne's body jerked, his laughter turning to a wild cackle as he squirmed and bucked against the stockings. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had been set on fire, the pleasure-pain sensation sending him into a frenzy. His abs clenched, his hips thrusting upward in a silent plea for more. He had never felt anything so overwhelming, so all-consuming.
"Alright, little man, that's enough for now," Miss Seoid said with a wink, her voice husky with desire. She went to the hallway closet and pulled out a bottle of aloe vera-scented bodywash, along with a clean washcloth.
“You go clean up in the shower, and I'll get you something to eat. You're going to need your energy for the rest of the day."
Stella untied the black stockings that had restrained Montagne so firmly to the bed. As he stood, his legs wobbled slightly, unused to the sudden freedom. He took a shaky step toward the bathroom, his body still buzzing from the intense tickling and the aftermath of his numerous orgasms.
With a swift movement, she slapped his bottom, the sound echoing through the room. Montagne yelped and jumped, the pain from his already bruised skin making him see stars. The boy looked back at his teacher who grinned mischievously back at him. She had told him in the van that she would slap his bare bottom in her house whenever she felt like it, and she wasn't one to break her promises. The sting from her palm was a stark reminder of their new dynamic, one that thrilled and terrified him in equal measure.
Backing away from her, he managed to make it into the bathroom, his legs feeling like jelly. He closed the door and leaned against the sink, his heart racing as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated with a mix of fear and arousal. His cock was still hard, despite the punishment it had just received. He couldn't believe what had just happened between them, his thoughts swirling like a tornado in his head.
Montagne tried to convince himself that he should feel revolted and violated, that his teacher had taken advantage of him. But every time he thought about the way she had touched him, the way she had made him feel, his body betrayed him. His dick twitched at the memory of her soft thighs, his mind playing back the feel of her skin against his.
“She asked me if my ding-a-ling felt good between her legs and I said yes. She asked me if I wanted the hand job and I said yes. She asked to kiss my butt literally and I said yes. I unclenched my anus like she told me to when she was about to finger fuck me. And when she invited me to her house offered me a blowjob and said I’d have to keep my pants and underwear off, I still went along with it.”
These thoughts swirled through Montagne’s head as he turned on and stepped into the shower, the non-scalding hot water cascading over his bruised and sensitive skin. He felt like he was in a daze, his body still humming with the aftermath of their encounter. The aloe vera body wash Stella had handed him smelled heavenly, and he took his time lathering it up, the cool gel providing a soothing contrast to the heat from his spanking. As he washed himself, his hands couldn’t help but drift down to his still-hard cock, replaying the feel of her mouth and tongue.
He didn’t know what the day had in store for him, but the thought of being under her control, of being her plaything, was both thrilling and terrifying. He whispered to himself, "Miss Seoid is like a dessert. I can’t resist her."
The sweet scent of the aloe vera washed over him, and he felt a strange sense of comfort in the knowledge that she had chosen it to soothe his bruised skin. He lathered it over his body, paying special attention to his tender bottom, his mind replaying her gentle kisses and the way she had whispered sweet nothings into his ear. The water stung his skin, but it was a pain that he had come to associate with her, and it only served to heighten his arousal.
“Miss Seoid, how long do you want me to be in the shower?” Montagne asked Stella. She responded, “10 minutes should be long enough, baby. You can leave before then if you want to. I know how relaxing showers are, and I want you to relax.”
As Montagne continue to wash away his impurities, Stella picked up her remote control and turned on her TV. She surfed through the channels, eventually, settling on a 24 hour news channel, and sitting down on her bed to watch it.
Miss Seoid had a devilish smile on her face as she thought about the various scenarios she had planned for the rest of the day. She knew that mixing the mundane with the erotic was part of the thrill. She could see him helping her with chores around the house, his bare bottom wiggling with each movement, a constant reminder of his submission to her. She pictured him folding laundry with her, his hard cock standing erect like a soldier, her hand occasionally brushing against it as they worked side by side.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower turning off. She checked her watch and saw that it had only been five minutes. She chuckled to herself, knowing that Montagne was eager to please. She called out to him, "I’ll get you a towel, sweetheart. The ones you see inside they are mine.”
As the door to the bathroom opened, a cloud of steam billowed out. He stepped out, his body glistening with water droplets, and reached for the plush pink towel she held out. It was emblazoned with the face of Hello Kitty, a stark contrast to the seriousness of their situation. He dried off, taking care to avoid the tender areas of his bottom. Once done, he tentatively pulled his shirt on. Montagne’s pants and underwear were still crumpled in a pile on the floor in Stella’s bedroom.
When he came out of the bathroom, Miss Seoid was waiting for him, her hands on her hips. She leaned in close, inhaling the scent of the aloe vera on his skin and hair. "You smell so fresh and clean, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. Then, without warning, she spun him around and gave his bare bottom another firm smack. "Let's get you downstairs," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
The basement was a world unto itself, a bizarre mix of function and whimsy that mirrored the woman herself. The turquoise carpet looked plush and inviting, though it was marred by the stark presence of the metal exercise equipment scattered throughout the room. A boiler room and laundry room were tucked away in the corners, their industrial noises a strange backdrop to the scene unfolding.
Stella took him by the hand and led him downstairs, the smile on her face a blend of excitement and authority. "Let's see how much you've learned, Montagne," she said, her eyes shining. She pointed to a yoga mat in the center of the room, and he obediently took his place, his bare bottom cold against the plastic.
Her eyes raked over his naked lower half, the curve of his ass begging for her attention. She couldn't resist giving it a gentle pat, her hand lingering longer than necessary. "Now, I want you to start with fifty push-ups," she instructed, her voice firm. He nodded and began, his muscles straining with each dip and rise. She watched him closely, her breath hitching in her chest as she took in the sight of his body moving beneath her.
He managed twenty before his arms started to wobble, his breath coming in short gasps. Stella stepped forward, her hand landing with a sharp smack on his left cheek. "You can do better than that," she said, her voice a mix of encouragement and reprimand. He flinched but continued, pushing himself up and down with renewed vigor. Despite the sting of her palm, he felt a strange thrill at her touch, his body responding in ways he couldn't explain.
Next, she had him lie down for 50 sit-ups, his bare feet flat on the cool floor. She stood over him, her pink negligée fluttering around her legs as she watched his abdominal muscles flex with each movement. When she thought he was slacking, she didn't hesitate to make him get on all fours smack his ass, her hand connecting with a sound that echoed in the basement. The pain spurred him on, and he pushed through the burn, his body bending and straightening like a bow being drawn back and released.
Stella then had him do 50 jumping jacks, followed by 50 curl ups, 50 lying knee raises, 50 touch your toe exercises, 50 pull-ups on her pull-up machine, 50 jogs in place, and 50 step ups on her wood box step up. Whenever he fell as though he couldn’t carry on, Montagne’s beautiful teacher encouraged him with her slender but powerful palm. The pain it inflicted on his ass was a great motivator.
Miss Seoid's slaps weren't always consistent. Sometimes she gave him just one firm slap to keep him in line, while other times she rained down a dozen, her pal
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