Now His Milk Cow (A Lactation Fantasy) (3 page)

“What are you going to do when we’re done?”

Heart pounding, breath short, Clara answered fast, “I’ll apologize. I’ll thank you.”

“That’s right,” he said, only to begin her spanking.

The first blow landed. It thundered through her body like an earthquake. Clara managed to keep her lips sealed. She refused to let him know how much that heart. Little kids, when they got paddled, probably felt more humiliated and ashamed because someone in a position of authority insisted on reminding them how to behave. For Clara, she felt herself wiggle and shake, readying herself for the next spanking.

He smacked her bottom again, hard enough to make her flesh turn a bright shade of pink. Heat and pain reverberated through her flesh. It echoed and made her swallow back as her eyes started to tear up.

He struck twice more, alternating between her cheeks. He left handprints each time, and she was left to grip the Ottoman. “You know, you could just tell me to stop.”

“No, I won’t. I’ll do this,” she breathed, almost whimpering. “I’ll live up to my end of the bargain.” When Clara shook her head to strengthen her resolve, she heard the collar’s bells jingle as though she were some sort of cow.

“You realize this is just the beginning, right?”

Clara shut her eyes for only the span of a single heartbeat. She felt the pulse run through her body along with images of what he could do with her and to her. Simply walking into his dungeon meant stripping her clothes. She had lost some of her dignity as well. Clara never imagined herself as the girl who actually ended up spread over a piece of furniture, naked, and ready to be spanked.

But this was the only way things could go. Clara had made such a monumental mistake at work. Now she had to pay for it.

She deserved to be punished.

The moment passed, and she said, “Yes. I know this is the beginning.”

“Good girl. But hey, if you decide you like being chattel, I’m sure I could find you a spot.”

Responding was a bad idea, but she couldn’t stop herself. “No. You get me for the weekend. Then we’re done.”

“If you say so.” Eric sounded completely unconvinced. She could picture him shrugging, as though the animal’s position really didn’t matter. But then he stroked her enflamed bottom again, teasing her skin. Clara tried not to react, but a little groan of pleasure escaped her lips. “See.”

Before she could scramble toward some response, he smacked her ass again. He struck harder this time. The force shook through her body. She tightened her grip and waited for the next, and the next after that. They came in a haze, each blow sharp. He wanted her disciplined. He wanted her to feel the heat spread throughout her body. The welts prickled up.

He stopped, yet by then her breathing had turned ragged as her heart pounded behind her ribs.

“Did you like that?”

“No!” she gasped, too flustered to lie or dissemble. It didn’t matter if an honest response got her in more trouble. Clara simply couldn’t think straight. If she tried, she probably would have messed up a math problem as simple as two plus two.

“Really?” he asked, his solitary word pumped with something close to genuine curiosity. Eric slid his hand down between her legs. On instinct, she jerked her haunches into the air, exposing her slit for his inspection. Without hesitation, he touched his finger to her lower lips, sliding along the length. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

Face bright red with shame, Clara obeyed. She had known something like this would happen this weekend, but she had no idea it would be so soon. He slipped his finger inside the folds of her slit. She tried not to moan or make a sound. Her attempts failed as those primal sounds vibrated from her chest.

He was turning her animalistic. She clamped her eyes shut, and her brow furrowed with concentration, but she couldn’t deny the heat gathering along with every stroke of his fingers, every movement and motion. A big and growing part of her wanted to start to move her hips. She craved the sensation of feeling him inside of her. She would have enjoyed his manhood more than anything, yet his fingers could do just as well.

Eyes open now, Clara berated herself. Where had that thought come from? Eric was humiliating her! She shouldn’t have desired him, yet the passion and longing swirled through every inch of her skin.

He explored the depths of her body, teasing her. Within seconds, he found her clitoris and started to stroke it lightly, just enough to make her nervous system vibrate with anticipation.

“Tell me the truth.”

“I like it.”

“Be specific.” Eric spoke like an old-time schoolmaster.

“I like it, okay! I like it when you spank me!” As soon as those words left her mouth, Clara knew they were true. She couldn’t deny it. He had gotten her so wet! It happened without her even really noticing. The pain of his spanking must have masked the sensations, she thought, not that this theory could do her any good.

“And what lesson have you learned?”

“I’ll be good. I won’t lie. I’ll tell the truth.”

“And?”

Clara bit down, wishing she didn’t have to go through the next part. Her heart thumped faster, and she tried to think of some other solution. When nothing came, she forced the words out, “Thank you, Master. Thank you for spanking me.”

He kept stroking her between her legs. He ran his finger up and down the length of her slit, teasing her body until she thought she might orgasm right there. No, no, no she kept thinking, hoping she could resist her body’s obvious inclinations. Her skin had gone pink to bright red, especially around her buttocks. Worse, Clara could feel the spring of desire just to come. She wanted it. She needed it. But she refused to do it. She wouldn’t let him dominate her body so easily.

Yet he kept it up. Eric kept petting her. He ran his fingertip in little patterns, tracing lines and circles and ovals. Her lips parted more and more for him. She was getting so hot and so wet! Clara bit down, fighting the urge to orgasm. He wouldn’t get her so quickly, nor would he demean her by making her body do something she wished to avoid.

Clara strived to think unsexy thoughts. Unfortunately for her, she blanked. Nothing came to mind. She couldn’t picture anything but the shape of Eric’s body, the width of his shoulders, and worst of all, his patronizing smirk. He had her, and he knew it. Clara kept trying to deny this, but she couldn’t.

“Beg me to let you come.”

“No!”

“Okay,” he said and pulled his fingers free from her slit.

Instantly, Clara felt his absence. Before, she had clung so hard to her sense of self. Her determination fled in a blink. Tightening her grip on the Ottoman’s legs, Clara gritted her teeth, but the groan of frustration got out anyway. She wanted him. She wanted to touch herself or feel him inside of her. She didn’t quite care how it came about.

Desire clawed at her like an inflammation, this need simmering throughout her body. It started at her core and spread out with every beat of her heart. She wanted him. Her throat went dry, and she couldn’t think.

The instinct to move almost overpowered her until he smacked her butt again. Clara practically jumped at the blow. It brought her back to her senses even as she grimaced through the flush of pain.

“You said no. Remember?” he mocked. “Sometimes, I’ll be kind and allow you to have an opinion. Ashamed of how easily he manipulated and taunted her, Clara forced herself to remain silent, perfectly aware that nothing she did or said could really affect what happened next.

He started to pet her butt again, caressing her enflamed cheeks. She didn’t want to enjoy his touch, especially because it seemed condescending somehow, as if he could turn a light touch into a reminder of her humiliation.

“Are you ready for the next part?” Eric asked lightly, but then he didn’t wait for her response because it really didn’t matter. “Roll over. On your back. Same position.”

Clara swallowed, wondering what would happen next. Having her butt perked up had been difficult and embarrassing, only she started to suspect this would be worse. She tried to brace herself, steeling her mental defenses as she sat up and switched position.

Clara lowered herself onto her back. She reached her hands over the edge of Ottoman. Bending her elbows, she managed to grip the top of the legs. She held on tight for one reason. With her feet planted firmly on the floor now, her legs were spread, her slit exposed and open and practically pulsing for him.

With a start, she realized something. The scent of her excitement had wafted onto the air. If she could smell it, then Eric certainly could as well. Clara grimaced, wishing she could do something about it. Maybe if she managed to distract him, except one glance at his expression made it obvious that he wasn’t about to lose interest in his little sex slave.

Clara closed her eyes, wishing she hadn’t thought those last two words: sex slave. He had already seized control of her body. Granted, it was only supposed to last two days, yet something in his gaze made her think he would always possess her. Perhaps not literally, but these moments belonged to him, so in a sense, she would always be his as well.

Those thoughts and ideas scattered when he ran his eyes over her, appraising her. “I don’t think you’re quite ready yet.”

“Ready for what?” she asked, timid.

Rather than answer, he smirked down at her, clearly savoring her trepidation. She wiggled a bit, almost as though she wished to struggle against invisible bonds. Only he didn’t have her restrained by anything but a little blackmail.

He reached down and grazed her pubis. He touched her dark pubic hair, running his fingers through the course strands until he took a handful and tugged, simply to prove he could. As much as she may have wished to deny it, Clara shut her eyes and groaned, obviously enjoying the treatment.

Releasing her pubic hair, he ran his fingers up her abdomen to her sternum. He took a moment to examine her breasts. Considering the ordeal of getting stripped and put on display for a man who had once been her coworker, it made sense that she hadn’t noticed the subtle changes in her own body.

Eric, however, spotted those differences with ease.

First off, she had become much more responsive. He didn’t need to know her previous sexual history to recognize the unbridled lust rushing through her body. That was only one effect of the drug he gave her.

Second, and more important to Eric, her breasts had engorged themselves. He reached down with both hands. At first, he only traced his fingertips around those glorious mounds. Her breasts barely moved. They had swollen, and he couldn’t wait to empty them. He wanted to milk this girl. He drank in the sight of her tits, her pink little nipples, and it took all of his self-control to keep from squeezing right then.

Instead, he placed his palms over her nipples. He didn’t quite touch her, yet he didn’t need to. The simple movement of air and heat over her terribly sensitive flesh made those pleasure buds stiffen into pert little nubs.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

She gasped out the answer, “Yes.” Anything more had become too complex for her. That worked fine for him. His animal really didn’t need to be articulate, so long as she produced.

He obliged her request, pressing his hands down onto her breasts. He started to knead her globes, working her flesh back and forth. He pressed down, making her hiss with a mixture of pleasure and pain. She kept her eyes closed, yet her expression betrayed her hunger nonetheless.

“Do you want me to fill you up? Do you want me to mount you like an animal?”

“Yes,” she said, more reluctantly. At the same time, he couldn’t help but notice an absolute lack of hesitation. “Yes, please.”

“Not quite yet,” he said and grinned at the sound of her frustrated moan. He reached back and stroked her slit again. She was practically dripping with the desire for him. She had proven herself quite responsive. She was almost ready.

Almost. But not quite.

He worked her breasts harder now, squeezing and pushing, kneading them back and forth. Her softly warm flesh yielded beneath his touch even as her muscles clenched. She did her best to remain still, yet she kept wiggling beneath him.

“Stay perfectly still. If I hear your bells jingle, we’ll have to go back to the spanking and start all over.” He smirked at the aghast look of shock that flashed across her pretty face. “Can you do that?”

She bobbed her chin back and forth very quickly. In another frame of mind, he might have marveled at how quickly and easily a young woman could be turned into this simpering ball of nerves. Her training would require longer, but parts of her had already surrendered to him.

Eric continued to massage her breasts, working them until she groaned. He glanced at her once or twice, simply to make sure she remained still. She had pretty much frozen up, only making the occasional sound. Each one primal and animalistic, she sounded hungry and desperate.

It took less than three minutes, but he felt raw exultation when it happened. The dribble of white liquid started to drip down her breasts. They must have tickled her skin because her eyes opened.

What was happening? She didn’t understand it at first. She wondered if something had leaked onto her, but if there had been leak upstairs or something, then the water should have been cold. And it should have been water. This stuff was white.