prettypennytraining
good-girls-edge
She was shopping when she got the message from Sir.
“You have five minutes to edge.”
She blushed and looked around. Seeing that nobody was close by she squatted down and slipped her hand in her tights.
I had no idea he’d known where I was – having sent me on the errand himself, after all – and had bribed the store’s guard – an old friend – to copy the security footage for him and then scrub the original. Frankly, in my state at that moment, I didn’t even think of a security camera. I just needed to edge and obey so badly I couldn’t stop myself.
That night, when we settled in together for what he said was a super sexy movie, I think he really enjoyed my shriek, and the way I curled into a little embarrassed ball of nothing against him as I covered my eyes from what I saw on the screen. Until he took my wrists in his powerful hands and made me watch myself openly masturbating on the screen.
Once he had me watching, he rewound to the beginning, making sure I saw every last second of my humiliation. My face must have been red enough to light the darkened room as I saw myself take his call, and look around quickly, and then crouch down and spread my legs, right there in the aisle, and start touching myself out in the open.
It was totally obvious onscreen what I was doing, the way my arm moved so furiously, my breath coming faster, my head bowed in singular focus. I had been so lost in trying to get myself off for him there in the store that I hadn’t even noticed a few customers walking by. A couple old lady’s who gawked silently for a few seconds before moving along, tut-tut-tutting to each other. And young woman who started to turn down my aisle and then immediately pivoted on her heel and grabbed her husband or finacee or boyfriend or whatever by the arm and marched him right over to the napkin section. I’d had no idea, and would have died right there without even cumming if I had.
It turns out that, including the minute to end the call, and another to look around and check both adjacent aisles first, I had taken six minutes not the four I remembered – time is very hard to keep track of when I’m lost in my need, but I really thought I had made it.
Of course he punished me for my mistake, taking more than my five allowed minutes. He spanked me all through a second viewing, keeping me down on all fours like a naughtly little puppy, with my now-bare bottom raised nice and high for the strong smacks of his hand, making me watch it again while he painfully punished me and made me edge while I was spanked, just like the little slut in the movie. And then a slow, deep, romantic ass fucking still in my spanking position, watching myself masturbate in the linens store for a third time. Of course he didn’t reassure me about his pal erasing the original to ease my further embarrassment until after he came in me. He likes the tight feel of my ass around him when I’m nervous or afraid.
But I’m actually still not so sure about that original. How good a friend is this guy, really? He might enjoy the feel of ass fucking me for quite awhile, with all this on my mind now.
