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E026: Tuesday Evening Reading

Emma and Donald enjoy the diary some more

Both now sated, so happy to be together again, Emma and Donald just lie in each other’s arms, the after-throbs running through them.  It is not even an hour since Emma arrived.

After their breathing calms, and the adrenaline slows in them both now, a deep sigh comes from Emma.  Donald, so holding himself in reins, keeps himself from doing the same.

Emma whispers in his ear that she brought the diary with her for him to see.  He kisses her forehead and tells her to get it and meet him in the living room.  He will get something for them to eat and drink and they will look at it. 

Watching her stand and hurry to her suitcase, he is in awe of her glistening mons, covered with their combined cum.  And the slight trickle which is running down her thighs from her cunt.  Such a lovely sight to watch.  He takes his time getting out of the bed, so enjoying this after-show.

He goes to the kitchen and gets the large bowl of pasta he has ready, and the bottle of wine.  The glasses are already waiting in the living room.  He arrives to find Emma sitting cross-legged on the couch, her gleaming cunt just tempting him.

The diary is on the coffee table as Emma waits for him.

He sits down next to her, pours wine in their glasses and lifts a forkful of pasta to her lips.  And then, he lifts the same fork to his own mouth, loving that her mouth has been on it.

“Emma, do you want to start reading the next entry to me?  I will feed us both as you do.”  And with that, before she answers, he lifts another forkful to her lips.  Then lifts the wine glass for her to sip.

And as she begins to read more of the diary, this is how it goes on.  He will eat and drink a little, and as Emma pauses in the story, feed her some too. And lift her drink to her lips.  They spend the next few hours like this, both so engrossed in her mother’s story unfolding, before moving on to the next level.

Emma begins to read to Donald the next entry in the diary now dated three days later, covering what happened from after her first night of being spanked.

April 21, 2018

What a few days this has been.  Only now have I found time to record it all.

Edward drove me home after our wonderful evening, my ass still stinging some from his discipline, but my pussy was also throbbing from what happened afterward.  It was close to three a.m. when I got home, he walked me to the door, kissed me, and then as I turned to go into the house he swatted both my cheeks one last time.

The juices just started flowing out of me with that.

Luckily my parents were well asleep and didn’t hear me sneak in.  I went to my bedroom and undressed, and I must confess I stood in front of my mirror and looked over my shoulder to see the fading pink hand marks on my ass. 

I so now understand how I need Edward to keep me in line, make me the perfect wife I need to be for him.  As I climbed into bed and started to try to sleep, all I could do was play over him spanking me so well, and then the feel of him throbbing in me afterward.  Yes, as he said, I am his wife now.

Friday

In the morning I heard my parents moving around in the kitchen and I got up.  Dressed just in a robe, I went into the kitchen.  Both looked at me quizzically, I guess I still had a smug, so satisfied, look on my face.  Before I could start to say anything, the phone rang.  I answered it and it was Edward.  He greeted me good morning and told me to tell my parents just the basics of what we have planned.

I so wanted to talk more intimately with him, but my parents were right there so all I could reply was yes, that I understood.  He told me he would come to pick me up at six that night after he got off work.

I just told my parents that Edward and I had reached an understanding and want to be married as soon as possible.  My father irrupted with concern, asking if we had to get married for such a rush of things.  I assured him it was not that at all, just that we reached a point where being together was all that mattered.

Somewhat reassured, he and my mother started gushing over the impending nuptials.

I went and dressed after breakfast, but all I could think of, and lust for, was Edward’s touch on me again.  In any way.

It was a long day for me.  I don’t work; Mom and Dad wanted me just to be near them and not be concerned since I graduated college.  This is probably how I have become so spoiled and bratty as Edward mentioned. I went over my flaws all day and thought that I did so want Edward to make me learn how to be a proper and polite wife.  Each time I thought of some of the sins I have committed I imagined his hands spanking me to make me realize my mistakes.

What a strange day for me, but I could feel myself as I dripped into my panties.

Six o’clock came and I was out front waiting for him.  As soon as he pulled up I jumped into the passage seat of his burgundy 1973 Thunderbird.  The smile Edward gave me melted my heart.

Edward last night was the first man I had intercourse with.  At twenty-eight now, I had in the past my share of boyfriends, but we never went beyond me jerking them off.  Edward was now thirty.  I knew he had girlfriends before and had sexual intercourse with a few. But this now between us made none of that matter.

Edward drove us to an excluded place at the lake and told me to get in the back seat with him.  I did not know what to expect, but the seats are wide there, so anything is possible.  I had worn a loose dress, which was a little low cut, but not as much as what I had worn last night.  My legs were bare as the weather is starting to warm.

In the backseat, Edward undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down to his thighs.

“Charlotte, to be an ideal wife for me, there is something you need to learn to do and perfect doing.”

With that, he placed his hand behind the back of my head and pressed me down until my lips were just over his glans.

“Open up, Charlotte, and show me what a quick learner you are.”

Now Deep Throat had come out a couple of years ago, and everyone now did know about blow jobs and sucking cock.  I had seen a clip of the ending of the movie, so did in a way know what to do.  I opened my lips and took his glans into my mouth and began to suck on it.

The immediate sound of Edward's enjoyment encouraged me along.  I took more and more of it in my mouth, as much as I could, until I began to choke a little.  I pulled back some and ran my tongue up and down his shaft, and as he patted my head, I went and took first one ball and then the other into my mouth and sucked on them.

Back to the glans and trying to take more of him in without gagging.  I did get three-quarters of him in my mouth and was sucking hard on him when Edward pressed more of him up in me.  I felt him in the back of my mouth, moving into my throat. I tried to breathe around it and through my nose, but it was gagging me being there.

I got a rhythm then. I would pull back, get a breath, press it up in me more and suck for about a half a minute until needed to pull back some to breathe again.  Edward seemed content with this maneuver, and I soon tasted the first of his precum.

What a wonderful taste.  I had never tasted cum.  Oh okay, I did occasionally lick my fingers of my juices after masturbating, which was interesting to me too.  But Edward's scent and taste were intoxicating.  I sucked and sucked at him as he moaned with pleasure.

Edward took my hand and guided me to squeeze his balls over and over, and then my other hand to hold the base of his shaft and jerk him when I pulled away a bit.  It seemed he thought I got the hang of things pretty quickly.  I would never tell him, but I had jerked guys before.  But that was as far as I would go.

After I had been squeezing his balls for a while, he took my hand again and led them to his taint where he guided me to press my fingers against it to bring pleasure for him in his prostate too.  I soon had that timing going also.

After a while, Edward let out a great moan, and I felt his cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat.  I had to back up a little so I could swallow it all.  A little did drip on my chin as I lifted my head after he was spent.

Edward just smiled at me, ran his finger over my chin to catch it all and put that finger in my mouth which I just sucked on to clean it.

He took me in his arms and kissed my head, and then slowly worked down over my eyes, my ears, my face and finally on my lips to kiss me deeply.

In a hoarse voice, Edward said to me, “Charlotte, you did that excellently.  If I didn’t know better, I would think you have done that before.”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a velvet ring box. 

“Charlotte, you are going to make me an amazing wife, with some training and discipline.  This is for you.”  He opened the box and a five-carat diamond in a beautiful setting gleamed up at me.

He took it from the box and placed in on my finger.  It fit perfectly.  I just grinned at him unable to say anything.  Instead, I just leaned toward him and kissed him fully.

We were officially engaged.  I knew it would not be for long, but it felt so wonderful to be his intended.  Even if we both knew we are already married in spirit to each other.

We climbed back into the front seat and he drove us to an exclusive restaurant for dinner. 

After, he took me back to his apartment again, undressed me and had me lay on my back on the bed.  He undressed too, and kneeling beside the bed between my legs, he pulled me to him as he spread my legs.  And then it happened.  I felt his lips kissing my inner thighs, then his tongue running up and down them.  Moving closer and closer to my pussy. 

I could not believe this was happening.  Never have I felt this before, and it did feel so good.

His lips ran up me more and more, he took one of my outer lower lips in his lips and sucked on it over and over, then the other doing the same.  I felt them swelling as the blood rushed into them.  When he told me they were now nice and rosy like my bottom yesterday, he spread the lips as shivers ran through me as he ran his tongue up and down my slit.  He licked up all my juices which had been dripping out of me.  He murmured 'umms' and 'awes' at each swipe he took.

It was all wonderful, and my moans and whimpers of pleasure let him know I was enjoying this so. 

His tongue first found my vag and slipped up into it as far as he could go.  Running it round and round in my cavern.  I gasped and moaned at this new feeling.  But as wonderful as that was, and I did not want it to stop, when he licked up my slit to my clit and began to polish it with his tongue a loud cry came from my lips, and my hands held his head and pressed his lips closer on me.

When I did not think it could get any better, as he licked and teased my clit, I felt two, then three of his fingers up in my vag now, pressing, looking, finding my g-spot.  I was in ecstasy, and the moans and cries coming from me let Edward know he was doing everything right for me.

And then it happened. My back arched, and a guttural moan came out of me, and I clutched his fingers in my cunt hard as I came.  Oh, how I came.  I knew Edward had cum hard in the car, but I think what I was feeling at the moment far surpassed that.

Edward lifted his face off me when he realized how hard I had come.  He climbed up on the bed next to me, and just caressed my face and shoulders.  He leaned and kissed my neck and whispered in my ear how delicious I was, and how well I responded.

I was drained.  And he could tell.  He tenderly dressed me and then himself, and took me home.

At the door after kissing for a good while, he told me he would be over tomorrow afternoon to talk to my father about our marriage.  Just hearing those words 'our marriage' sent electric shocks running through me.

 

That part ends, and the pasta is down to a few more bites. Emma is overwhelmed with what she is reading.  Her parents?  But the story so far is making her lust so much more for her Donald, her Professor, her teacher, leader, into this wonderful new world.

She passes the diary to Donald and says in such a husky voice now, “Could you read the next part?   I’m not sure I can.”

Emma slides down between her Professor’s legs, spreads his thighs and takes his glans into her mouth to suck and lick.  Running her tongue back and forth over his slit and then sucking the glans until it starts to redden.  Her fingers on his shaft jerking up and down on him brings Donald to full salute quickly.  Her other hand caresses his balls.  Donald leans his head back and sighs deeply.

Emma slows her pace and just caresses him with her fingers, lips and tongue as he begins to read the next part of this entry.

 

Saturday

I was up early for me as I realized to be Edward's excellent wife I could not be sleeping in late each day and needed to train myself.  I showered and got dressed, picking out an outfit that I thought Edward would enjoy and approve of.

At three o’clock he arrived.  I greeted him at the door and did see him glancing down my V-neck top admiring my breasts. It brought a tiny smile to my face as he lifted his eyes, took me in his arms and kissed me good.

I took him into the living room where my parents were sitting.  They know Edward rather well now and greeted him fondly.  After the basic beginning conversation was dispensed with, he asked my father if he could speak to him privately.  This surprised me some, as I thought we would all talk about what he and I have agreed on together.

Instead, he and my father went to the den, closing the door.  While they were gone, Mother saw my engagement ring for the first time and admired it and commented that Edward had to have spent a good deal on it.

“He must truly treasure you, my dear; something this valuable is only given when a man genuinely cares for a woman,” my mother told me.

I felt shivers running through me at that statement, thinking about what Edward is coming to treasure about me.  I just hope I can be all that he expects.

It was almost an hour before Edward and my father came back into the living room.  Smiles on both their faces. 

“Well, it looks like we have things to celebrate tonight.  Go get your things, girls; I am taking us all out to dinner,” my father announced.

We were soon at a very nice restaurant in the next town.  Edward and I rode in the back seat, and he just caressed my arm in such a way that lightning bolts ran through my body, leaving me very quiet for the ride.  My hand found a way to his thigh and knowing my parents could not see, stroked it up further and further until he placed his hand over mine and moved it, whispering to me, “Baby, no more or I will not be able to get out of the car.”

I just smiled as I realized what he was telling me and just kissed his chin.

At the restaurant, my father chose a smaller square table for us to sit at, having Edward and I sit across from each other with my parents on each side of us.  This made me pout a little as I wanted to sit next to my beloved.  The warning glance from Edward made me stop immediately.

Champagne was ordered and served, and as my father lifted his glass to make the first toast, I felt something between my legs.  I jumped a little at first but realized that Edward had slipped his foot out of his loafer and was working his way to my pussy with it.  I sighed behind my champagne at the touch from his toes.  It felt so different and delightful. 

I slipped off my shoe and lifted my foot to lay on his thigh.  He reached down and caressed it before directing it over his cock entrapped in his pants.

We spent the whole dinner this way.  Me, dripping through my panties, probably soaking his sock in the process.  He, lifting my foot away from time to time when he got too hard.  My parents babbled on and on but we answered mostly in monosyllabic replies.  How we maintained our outward composure is still a mystery to me.

All in all, it was a very nice dinner with my parents.  They did seem to really like Edward and accepted our desire to marry very quickly.  My mother was a little perturbed about this as she wanted me to have a big, over-planned wedding, but my father assured her it would still be nice, and enough people would be there. 

Then she was distressed if people would think we had to get married.  This made me smile broadly as Edward told her, “We do not plan to have children for a year or two, so they can think it for a while, but when there is no evidence that Charlotte is showing or no baby in less than nine months, they will just realize what fools they have made of themselves.”

We all laughed at that and my father poured more champagne.

Back at the house, my parents left us to talk in the living room and headed to their bedroom.  Edward held me tight, stroking my head and back, in between sweet kisses. 

“Charlotte, you did pout some at the restaurant but you did stop right away.  As long as you are good tomorrow, since you did toe fuck me so nicely, we will let it pass.  If not, you know what is ahead for you tomorrow afternoon.

“I should probably go now, though I do hate leaving you anymore. I will be here for you tomorrow morning to go to church.  After, we will talk with the preacher about our wedding.  May 4th seems like a good day for it.  You will have some time to prepare and invite people,” Edward continued.

Then he kissed me and taking my clinging arms from around his neck--I did so not want him to leave either--he gave me one last kiss, and left.

I went to bed and lay there and imagined his toes and feet pressed against my wet cunt over and over.

 

As Donald reaches that ending in the diary, Emma is sucking him so hard, jerking him faster and faster from hearing the foot-play part of his reading that he throws his head back, moans loudly and cums.  Emma takes it all into her mouth, swallowing as much as she can.  He is speechless for several minutes.

Then he pulls Emma up on the couch, kisses her gently and tells her she did a very good job.  Hearing his praises is music to Emma’s ears.

Donald hands her the diary and tells her that it is her turn to read again.  As she begins, he falls between her thighs, spreads Emma’s legs and starts a slow process of kissing and licking her inner thighs as he heads closer and closer to her prize.

Her reading of the next part of this entry in her mother’s diary is interrupted again and again as she sighs and moans from the attention Donald is paying her.

Sunday

Edward was here to get me before we had even finished breakfast.  As I completed getting ready he had a cup of coffee with my parents and chatted.  They would follow in their own car to church.

He had told his parents about asking me to marry him before he came over yesterday and called them this morning to tell them the date we decided on.  They would be at church too.

We all arrived and hugs and kisses were shared with congratulations and best wishes.  I found myself so excited with the warm welcome I received from Edward’s parents, I found myself wiggling and squirming all through the service.  That is, until Edward leaned to my ear and told me to behave and sit properly.  And then leaned to me again to say, “After we meet with the minister, I think we need to go back to my place for a while; someone has earned herself a spanking today after all.”

Just the mention of what was ahead for me made me start to drip, and it took all my willpower not to squirm more from that sensation.  Edward took my hand in his and squeezed it when I got myself better in control.  Needless to say, most of the sermon was lost to me.

After church, as had been arranged, we met with the minister to arrange for the church and him for May 4th.  We were with him for over an hour, he gave us some pre-marital counseling and arranged the specifics for the day.  We decided we would only have one witness each so not to have to plan too much. 

That finally done, Edward took my elbow and led me to his car.  I felt myself becoming adrenaline-charged thinking where I would be in just minutes.

I knew we only had about three hours now until we were to meet our parents at the country club for dinner and planning.  Between our mothers, they know everyone in town and have special status from their positions in the community as the wives of the bank president and local judge.  So I know the two had been planning and scheming since we left them.

Edward was aware of the time too.  He led me to the couch immediately and had me stand next to it, facing him as he sat down.

“Charlotte, it will be important for you to tell me before your punishment what you have done wrong to earn it.”

“Edward, I was bad yesterday to pout when I didn’t get what I wanted about sitting next to you.  But you did make sitting across from you enjoyable too.  Now knowing that, it was even worse that I acted in a spoiled manner then.  And today in church I did not sit quietly or properly during the service.  I was so excited about all that was ahead I did not present myself with proper decorum.”

Edward pulled me across his lap and lifted my dress to above my waist.  He struggled a bit to lower my pantyhose and panties to my upper thighs.  And then the pre-rubbing of my cheeks began as he repeated what I did wrong and why I was being punished for it.

Without real warning, Edward raised his hand and spanked both my cheeks hard.  I could feel the initial sting.  Then again, and again.  His hand rained down on me spanking me over and over.

Spank, spank, slap, spank, slap, spank, spank, spank, smack, smack, slap, slap, spank, spank, spank.

Tears were dripping from my eyes, but just as much or more, juices were dripping from my cunt.  The tingles running through me with each spank were both painful and exhilarating to me.  My cries were combined with moans of pleasure.

When Edward slid his other hand to run his fingers up and down my slit and found how wet it was, he mumbled, “My, my, my young lady.  I would think you are enjoying this some besides being punished for improper behavior.  I will have to keep that in mind.”

“Edward, I am learning my lesson, but yes, something else comes over me as you spank me, it seems.”

With that, Edward spanked me for a few more minutes before having me stand.  He pulled my stockings and panties off me and brought me to his lap to hug and kiss me and tell me he knows I will try my best to be good.

Then he led me to his bedroom and had me undress him slowly.  Only then did he remove my dress and bra.  He had me lie on my back on the bed with my legs hanging over the side.  He pulled up a footstool and sat on it between my legs.  He spread my legs.

Edward began kissing and licking my inner thighs. It felt so good.  Then, as he had Friday, he took one of my lower lips in his mouth and sucked it until it was swollen and red as my ass.  Then the other.  Then the same treatment to my inner lips.  I was breathless as he did this.

This was becoming a new and wonderful adventure I was on, and I realized I could have this over and over again with Edward.  When his tongue then ran up and down my slit I yelled in happiness.  My juices were flowing so much, even with him licking them away, more just poured out, dripping down to my crack and over my still stinging cheeks.

That feeling of a little pain was erased by the pleasure I was experiencing.

Edward lifted my calves so my heels were now pressed against my ass, and then bent them wide and aside so I was in a frog-type position.  Well worth it when next he pressed his tongue up into my vag as far as it would go and licked the sides, sopping up all the wetness he could.  I felt his nose press against my clit as he did this.

I moaned with delight.  I felt tingles up and down my spine as he did.  Then to make me even giddier than I already was, he moved his tongue to circle and lick at my clit.

He teased at it until I was whimpering for more, and then when he started to buff it with his tongue, and three fingers went up my cunt to press in and out of it, it did not take long until my back was arching, my vag clenching at his fingers, and I cried out in orgasm.

He slowed and removed his touch and tongue as I panted and started to calm a little.

But he did not let me too much; instead, he pushed me back on the bed, climbed up between my thighs, lifted my legs to his shoulder and plunged into me hard and fast.  Both our panting increased as our passion now grew together.

He rode me in and out as I continued to clench against his cock.  It was almost like I was locked in a throbbing mode that could not stop.  He looked down on me with such desire now, his face, neck and chest as bright red as my ass must have been.  We were in a state of bliss, not caring about time or anyone but just us.

It did not take long though before we both cried out in zeal as we came together.  He collapsed on me and rolled us so we were lying on our sides.  His kisses of infatuation made me slightly cum for the third time. 

After about fifteen minutes of us just in each other’s arms, enjoying this mesh now between us, Edward told me to go clean up and then we needed to dress to go meet our parents.

A half hour later, we both looked very close to how we did when we left the church earlier.  My ass was still stinging some, but it was a reminder for me.  As we walked to the car, Edward did place his hand on my ass cheek, and when he opened the door for me to get in, he gave each one more playful smack.

I opened my purse to get out lipstick to freshen up and saw another crisp one-hundred-dollar bill there. 

As Emma reads this part of the entry Donald is still down between her thighs.  When she gets to the part about her father licking and sucking her mother, Donald begins reenacting what she reads.  She slows her reading through this part, as his touch on her is getting her into the same state her mother reached.  He does wait for her to finish reading before he turns her on the couch and fucks her the same way which was just described.

They end in the same way also. 

But, rather than tell her to go clean up, he lifts her off the couch, and carries her to her bedroom where they spend the night touching, licking, sucking, kissing, caressing and much more, besides some sleep.  It is rather late when they do just cling together to fall asleep for the night. 

Donald thinks that though they did not work on a new pearl tonight, that will come soon. The intensity of this evening together was worth every moment of it.

 

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