Page 41 of Shamefully Trained

“I’m a very different sort of man,” he said. “You do not need to impress me by pretending skill you haven’t been taught.”

He kept his voice soft, but I could hear a hint of threat there that went straight to my clit, though my rational mind couldn’t have explained why. Porter’s dark eyes seemed to menace Gowry, but also somehow to menace me, too—as if I could find myself with the cane across my bottom if I confused the two of them.

He continued, and his words brought a deep crease to my forehead.

“You need to listen and obey.”

My eyes burned again. He had offered me a kind of comfort, but the lingering soreness in my backside told me that if I failed to obey, my inexperience wouldn’t save my ass from further discipline. To my horror that ambiguous promise affected me at a much deeper level than any simple threat could have.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“Good.” His thumb brushed my lower lip once. “Now take me in your mouth again. Only as far as you comfortably can. Let your lips soften around me.”

This time I obeyed with less panic. I let the head of his cock settle on my tongue. The taste and weight of him almost constituted too much information at once. I felt clumsy and innocent and deeply, scorchingly embarrassed. But when I glanced up through my lashes without meaning to, I saw only concentrated attention on his face, not ridicule.

“Better,” he said. “Eyes down, though.”

I let out an involuntary, tiny whimper as I obeyed, returning my gaze to the wiry curls at the broad base of his rigid penis. Without thinking about it, I put my left hand behind me to touch my spanked bottom, as if to remind myself of what happened when I didn’t remember my sponsor’s rules.

His voice came again from above, patient and didactic, but now with an undercurrent of hunger that made me feel a little faint.

“Now use your hand with your mouth. There. That’s it.”

He repositioned my fingers lower on the shaft, so I did not need to take all of him. I moved as best I could, mouth and hand together, and his breathing changed immediately.

“That’s very pretty,” he said softly.

The praise sent a helpless pulse of hot need through me.

He let me do it for a little while, coaching me in low tones on how to perform this mortifying service.

“Relax your jaw… more saliva, now, so it feels nicer… that’s it… yes, use your tongue there… no, honey… slower than that. Now a little more pressure… that’s it… just like that. That feels so good on my cock. Good girl.”

Each instruction steadied me even as it humiliated me further. I was learning. On my knees. Naked. With a rich, exacting man teaching me how to suck his cock properly because it pleased him to train me.

After a few minutes he withdrew completely, pulling my head off his length.

I blinked up at him, lips swollen, breath unsteady.

“Eyes down,” he said, though his tone sounded forgiving, as if he understood how hard a command this might be to remember. With a hot blush, I obeyed, and I saw how his hardness glistened with the way I had tried to please him in my mouth.

“I’ve decided I want to take my time with you,” he said, as if from far above.

My whole body reacted to those words as if they held some charge I couldn’t untangle.

“So I’m going to come in your mouth. I’ll have your pussy later.”

My stomach lurched. I almost looked up again, the urge to beg him not to demand such a mortifying thing rising almost to my throat. His next words, though, brought a deep shudder to my limbs.

“Before I come, though,” he said slowly, as if intending to judge my reaction, “I’m going to fuck your face a little.”

A hot, frightened throb went through me between the legs.

He must have seen it. “Just a little. Enough for you to learn. I’m not interested in scaring you out of your senses, which would only make you less likely to please my cock today or in the future.”

He moved his hand back into my hair and gathered it, not cruelly, simply preparing.

“Before I go deep, you’re going to learn how to breathe. Listen carefully.”