Tuesday, August 1, 2017

August Treat: Ken Charles presents "BILLY AND MISSY"

     Billy awoke to the sensation of warmth. Missy had a bowl of warm water and two washcloths, one wet and soapy, the other still dry. She carefully washed his cock then rinsed it, and gently patted him dry. She smiled when he opened his eyes.

     The blinds were lowered, but the room was plenty bright. Billy groaned. “It can't be morning yet.”

     Missy shook her head. “No, it's definitely not morning. It's 2:15 in the afternoon.”

    “You're kidding.”

     “Nope. We didn't go to sleep until half past three this morning.”

     “How's your aura?” Billy inquired.


     Billy met Missy on a late night sex chat phone line. They had talked half a dozen times in the past couple of weeks. Usually, they'd skipped any small talk, and go straight to phone sex.

     This week was different. They actually started talking to each other, rather than at each other. Missy had complained and moaned for several days that her aura was dark and cloudy. Although he had no clue what she was talking about, he recommended several times that she try to change it. Missy preferred to grouse. By the third day, his recommendations turned to warnings. On their fourth call in as many nights, Billy threatened to adjust her aura with the back side of her favorite wooden hairbrush.

     The line went silent for the better part of a minute. Billy thought she hung up, and was about to do the same, when a tiny voice replied, “That's exactly what it needs.”

     It was already after 1:00 a.m., but they agreed to meet at a twenty-four hour diner. Although he was better than ninety percent certain that she wouldn't show up, he used the restroom, brushed his teeth for the second time in an hour, dressed, and drove off to meet her. To his surprise, she was waiting for him when he arrived. To his greater surprise and pleasure, she invited him home after they finished their coffee.


     Missy stood in front of Billy, her hands clasped behind her head. He tapped the palm of his hand with the oval wooden brush. He noted, with appreciation, her well-filled, plain white blouse.

     “Do you know why you're here, young lady?”

     “Yes, sir.”

     “Your behavior has been unacceptable. It is going to change, starting right now. Do you understand?”

     Missy whispered, “Yes, sir.”

     Billy nodded, and forced himself not to smile. Her nipples were clearly outlined beneath the blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra.  He set the brush down on the night stand between his chair and the bed.  “All right then. Let's get started. Over my knee.”

     Missy placed herself face down over his knee as instructed. This time Billy allowed himself a smile. She was as impressive from the back as she was from the front. He ran his hand over the tight seat of pants. “You've had this coming for a while, girl.” He raised his hand, then gave her bottom a sharp smack. Without giving her time to react, he raised his hand and gave her a second firm swat. This time he paused to gauge her reaction. Satisfied that she was serious, he continued. Left, smack. Right, whack. Center, smack. He continued to give her several dozen firm spanks before ordering her to stand up.

     Missy stood. Her face was red, but she wasn't crying. She was about to rub her bottom, but stopped abruptly when Billy barked, “Hands on your head, young lady!” She put her hands back behind her head.

     Billy reached over and unzipped her slacks. She inhaled sharply as he lowered them to mid thigh, but left her panties up. “Back over my knee.”

     “Oh,” she half-heartedly objected.

     “Silence, girl. You have a long way to go yet.”

     Missy resumed her place over his knee. Billy noted the soft, smooth pink flesh just below the bottom of her panties. Pink, not yet red. She had a long way to go. Without a word, Billy gave her a dozen more smacks to each cheek.

     He paused, and asked, “Up or down?”


     He gave her a sharp smack on the back of her left thigh eliciting the first of many “Owwww”s.

     “I don't like to repeat myself. Up or down?”

     “Sorry, sir. I, uh, up, I guess.”

     Billy grabbed her panties and pulled them deep into the crack of her firm, round ass, baring both pinkened mounds. He gave each cheek a firm squeeze, then resumed the spanking. Left, whack. Right, smack. Center, whack. And repeat. Every couple of rotations, Billy gave one thigh or the other a hard smack just to keep her attention. 

     As Missy's bottom grew warmer and redder, her breath grew shorter. As expected, the spanking was proving to be a real pain in the ass, but the smacks on her thighs really stung. Billy gave her three hard smacks on the right cheek, then squeezed and rubbed her bottom several times. Missy became acutely aware of the wedged panties, particularly where they rubbed across her tingling mons.

     For the first time in several minutes, her butt cheeks unclenched. Billy took that as a good sign. He gave her six blistering smacks, three on each thigh. Missy burst into tears.

     “Stand up.”

     Missy rose unsteadily. Billy helped her up, then stood himself. He took her by the left ear, and pulled her, shuffling along in tiny steps, over to the corner. She stood there sniffling with her nose pressed to the wall and her hands behind her head.

     Billy walked uncomfortably over to the side table and picked up the brush. He brought it back over to Missy. He took her hands from behind her head, and crossed her arms behind her back. He placed the brush in her left hand. “Do not drop it.”

     Billy walked back over to the night stand. He emptied the pockets of his jeans, setting his keys, a small pocket knife, some change, and a pair of foil wrapped condoms on the stand. He opened his jeans, reached into his briefs and adjusted himself. It provided a small modicum of relief. He expected to become much more uncomfortable in the next several minutes.

     He walked slowly to the bathroom. He took a moment to drink a paper cup of cold water, then returned to his chair in the bedroom. “Come here!”

     Missy started at his command. She hurried, as best she could with her slacks around her knees and her arms crossed behind her back, back over to the chair. She stood in front of him and waited for the next instruction.

     Billy reached over, and lowered her panties, noting with satisfaction that the gusset was as moist as his briefs. He nodded, pleasantly surprised to find her trimmed, but unshaven. Although it was exactly the reaction she wanted, Missy still blushed watching him inspect her.

     “Hand me the brush, then back over my knee.”

     Missy took a deep breath to center herself. She exhaled slowly, handed him the brush, and took her place back over his knee. She trembled, waiting, dreading, wanting.

     Billy let her wait. The view was magnificent, and he was in no hurry. After a full minute, he gave her the first smack without warning.  Missy screamed.

    Whack! Crack! Smack!

    The brush was merciless. He delivered a dozen blazing cracks to each cheek, leaving her kicking and sobbing. Missy tried to protect herself with her right hand, but Billy grabbed her wrist and pulled it up behind her back. “That will be quite enough wriggling, young lady.” He raised his right leg and crossed it over hers, pinning her into place. Satisfied that she wasn't going anywhere, Billy resumed with a dozen firm whacks on her thighs that left her wailing.

     Billy stopped to examine his handiwork. Missy's mounds were deep red. Several small lines and abrasions marked the edges of the brush from several strokes. He was tempted to leave well enough alone, but she had been quite insistent at the diner. She needed to be well marked. Billy always tried to give a woman what she wanted. He raised the brush, and gave her the first of twenty-five cracks right across both cheeks.

     A dozen more thunderous cracks to each cheek followed. Billy paused to peruse her purpling puppies. He had definitely given her what she asked for. He set the brush down on the small of her back, and gave her a moment to compose herself.

     “Have you learned your lesson, young lady?”

     “Y-y-y-yes, s-s-sir,” she whimpered.

     “You are going to get five more cracks. You will ask for each of them, and thank me for them. You may ask for the first.”

     “P-please, s-sir. May I h-have the first.”


     “Owowowow! Thank you, s-sir. M-may I have the s-s-second?”


     “Ooooooh! Th-thank y-you, huh, huh, sir. May I have the third, s-sir?” 


     “Ow! Thank you, sir. M-may I have, uh, uh, the fourth! The fourth, sir?”


    “Oooooow! Th-thank y-you, sir. May I, uh, uh, uh, h-have the l-last one, s-sir?”


      “Omigod! Owowowowowow! Th-thank you, sir.”

     Billy set the brush down on the night stand. He traced several rubescent weals with his finger. She would be well marked in the morning, as requested. He lifted her off of his lap.



     Billy picked up the brush “Do we need another session?”

     Missy opened her mouth, then shut it without saying a word. She walked back over to the corner, and stood with her nose to the wall sobbing, her hands behind her head, and her rosy red rear on display for Billy's viewing pleasure. Billy thoroughly enjoyed the view for several minutes.

     Missy's corner time was as hard on Billy as it was on her. When he couldn't take it any more, he walked up silently behind her. The sobs were reduced to sniffles. He leaned close to ear, and asked softly, “Have you learned your lesson, young lady?”

     Missy flinched, then replied, “Yes, sir.”

     Billy put his arms around her. “Are you ready for some forgiveness?”

     She leaned back against him. “Yes, sir,” she answered, a little more enthusiastically.

     He leaned down and kissed her neck. She attempted to take hold of his head, but he warned her to keep her hands behind her head. He licked her ear. She moaned.

     Billy ran his hands up and down her sides, then slid around and cupped her breasts. He squeezed both of them, then pinched her nipples. Reluctantly releasing the nipples, he unbuttoned the first button on her blouse. He kissed the other side of her neck as he undid the second button.

     He slipped his right hand into the blouse and cupped her left breast. He found the nipple once more, and rolled it under his thumb. His left hand slid down her side until it reached her bare thigh. It slid around to the front. He gathered the curly hair in his hand and gave a soft tug, before seeking out the soft folds of skin beneath. She gasped as his middle finger sought out and found her throbbing pleasure nub, and gently teased it.

     He finished unbuttoning her blouse, and slid it off. He cupped both breasts, and helped her step out of her slacks and panties.

     He turned her around. He reached around her and grabbed her hot bottom with both hands. He kissed her. She opened her mouth and let his tongue sweep inside. He released her bottom and reached up and took her hands and placed them around his neck. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed.

     Billy set her down, then freed himself long enough to strip off his shirt, and unbutton his jeans. Missy took over and unzipped and lowered his jeans and briefs. He stepped clear, shed his socks and rejoined her on the bed.

     He took her breasts and pressed them together, allowing him to take both of her nipples in his mouth at the same time. He rolled them back and forth under his tongue. Missy sighed, then yiped as he gently nipped them.

     She took his cock in her hands and stroked him. She cupped his balls, then reached between his legs  and teased his anus with one long pink french nail. It was Billy's turn to gasp.

     Missy giggled, then released him. She reached over to the night stand and grabbed the condoms. She ripped open the top package, and pulled out the condom. She grinned as she slid it on Billy's waiting shaft. “I want you inside me. Now!”

     “Your wish is my command. But you've been a very naughty girl. And your punishment isn't over yet. Turn over. I want your head down and your naughty bottom raised up. That's it.”

     “Yes, sir. I've been such a bad girl. Please fuck my naughty ass and teach me to behave.”

     Billy noticed a pump bottle of skin repair lotion on the night stand. He pumped a large glop into his hand, then rubbed it into the crack of her ass. He placed the tip of his throbbing cock at her rear entrance and pushed forward. There was resistance, but he managed to force the swollen glans inside. He pushed steadily forward and slid in an inch. Missy exhaled, relaxing, then pushed back against him. Billy met her push with a thrust of his own, and slid all the way in.

     Missy was so tight and hot.  He pulled back, then slammed forward. He was so close.

     She reached underneath herself and slid a finger inside. She rubbed herself in time to his thrusts.

She was so close.

     He grabbed a handful of hair, and lifted her head. He slapped her thigh as he drove into her. Missy yelped, then shuddered as the climax that had been building for the last half hour washed over her. Billy gasped, and joined her.


      “How's your aura?” Billy inquired.

     “Bright and shiny blue. Thank you,” Missy beamed.

     “My pleasure. I'm glad I could be of service. How's your ass? Turn around.”

     She set the bowl and washrag on the side table. She turned around and wiggled her well marked ass in his face. “You know, you could be of service again.”

     “Oh, really? And how may I serve you this afternoon, young lady?”

     Instead of answering verbally, Missy leaned over and took his flaccid penis in her mouth. Billy stirred instantly. She swirled her tongue over it twice, then popped it back out. She took the rising member in her left hand and stroked it gently while she ran her tongue up and down the underside. She cupped his balls in her right hand and squeezed gently. 

     Billy was almost fully erect. Missy ran her tongue down the length of the shaft, and across his balls. He moaned, eliciting a high pitched giggle from Missy. “You like that, don't you?” she cooed.

     “Oh, yeah. That's very nice.”

     Missy swept her tongue back the other way, and proceeded up the shaft. When she reached the top, she put him back in her mouth, and bobbed up and down several times to ensure that he was as hard as he was going to get.

     She lifted her head clear, but continued stroking him with her left hand. She reached over to the side table and picked up the last of the condoms that Billy had brought. She ripped the foil packet open with her teeth, then put the condom in her mouth. She leaned over, and slid the condom over his turgid rod using only her mouth.

     Missy clambered over him, then faced and straddled him, and slowly impaled herself, singing softly to herself something like “Dum-de-de-dum-de-de-dum”. When he was fully inside her, she stopped and enjoyed the sensation of being filled. Billy reached up and squeezed her breasts. She closed her eyes, and began posting up and down, slowly and rhythmically to the music in her head. She continued to mouth the words silently, but occasionally gave voice to some of the lyrics, something about going into the city to save a horse.

     She continued to post. Each time she started down, Billy thrust upwards to meet her halfway. He rolled her nipples back and forth, then mashed her full breasts together. He pinched the nipples. Missy gasped, and smiled and said something about gigging frogs.

     “I'll gig your frogs, baby.” He pinched her nipples again. “Frogs. That's a new one to me. Jugs, boobs, honkers, tomatoes, melons, tits, knockers, sure. Frogs. Nope. That one is new.”

     She giggled, then went back to mouthing her lyrics. She continued steadily lifting herself up, then slamming back down. Her breathing quickened. Billy squeezed her breasts together, did his first abdominal crunch of the day, and licked both of her nipples. 
     “What? What?”

     He dropped back against the pillow. “What?”

     When she didn't answer, Billy reluctantly released his grip on her right frog, and gave her a sharp smack on her bruised bottom. Missy yelped, then threw her head back and screamed. “Yeeeeeeeeeehaw. Way to go, Cowboy!” Billy thrust upwards just as Missy threw her weight back, practically doubling the heat and pressure on the top of his driving piston. Billy threw his head back in the pillows, and came hard as well.

KC Copyright 2013; Moral rights for Ken Charles to be identified as the author of Sex Tales From West County: Billy’s Tale asserted worldwide (including in Great Britain in accordance with Sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patent Act of 1988)

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