Max heard the door close, and it grew quiet.

Maria was still washing off his face with tenderness.

“It was courageous of you to allow me this privilege, Max.” She told him.

He looked into her eyes and saw…sweet affection.  She had his heart in her hand now.

“Thank you, Miss, but it was also selfish.” He told her.

“Oh, explain.” She didn’t ask; he could tell she knew how to wield authority when needed.  With six little brothers, she had to learn.

He cleared his throat as these words were difficult to say.

“Because…because I heard you wish me to fail with your velvety voice, almost begging me to lose control.  You said you’d enjoy it very much.  I… I will enjoy this very much, too, Miss.  I wish…to submit…to you.”  He tried hard to choke those last words out.

Maria’s eyes grew soft and liquid.  “That might be…the most lovely thing a man has ever said to me, Max.” She leaned forward and softly kissed his lips.  “It deserves a reward.”

“Thank you for the kiss, Miss.” He whispered.

“Oh, no, not that.  That was just…me being me.” She giggled.  “No, this is what I mean.”

Maria pulled him off his knees to sit on the couch while she slid to the floor.  Kneeling before him, she began to unbutton her blouse.  His eyes were glued to her movements.

She wore a beautiful, see-through, black lacy bra.  Maria was easily a C cup in size, so it was spectacular to see her breasts.  Her nipples were already erect.  “See?  You’ve already aroused me, and I’ve not even started your paddling yet.”  

Reaching behind her, she unlatched the bra and let it fall off her shoulders.  “You have bared your heart to me.  It’s only fair I bare mine to you, Max.”  Maria took his right hand and placed it between her breasts.  “Feel it beating?”

He did and nodded.  “Yes, Miss.”

“Feel it grow faster as I confess this to you.” She took a breath, closed her eyes, and then opened them.  “As soon as I saw…you…and your cock straining to get to me?  I prayed and still pray Mistress will allow me the joy of… submitting to you, Sir.” She leaned forward.  “Kiss, please?” She begged.

Max leaned forward and kissed her.  This was no gentle kiss as she raised herself up to put her slender arms around his neck.  Her tongue met his and invited him to play.  She was being submissive in her kiss!

It seemed…natural for Max to plunder into her mouth then as she moaned into his.  They kissed like that for a long minute before she knelt back onto her heels.  “There.  Now you know my truth.  I know I will be submitting to Mistress.  I can feel her interest in me, and I am curious.  I wanted you to know it is you I hope to submit to in my heart.”

He nodded.

Maria stood up, and her eyes flashed as she smirked.  “Now, down, Boy.  You’re in my spot.” She told him.

Just like flipping a switch, she was his Domme once more.  He knelt quickly.

Maria made no move to cover her breasts or put on her blouse again.  As she sat, she looked at him.  “Should I pull up my hem like Mistress?  You prefer to feel Miss’s soft thighs?” Her purr was back and caressed around his ear.

“Yes, please, Miss?” He begged.

She giggled.  “I thought so, naughty boy.  Up and over.” Maria leaned to the side and produced the most prominent and thickest wooden spoons.  “I picked this one special.  I wanted to make a very good first…impression on you.” 

He moaned, but not at her humor.  He moaned for her wicked voice and meaning.  She was going to enjoy paddling him!  It was weird, but that meant a lot to him. It made this…easier.

He went over her lap, and she was good at settling him into place. “Now then, remind Miss. Why are you being punished?” She tapped the spoon end on his bottom with each of the last five words.

“I came without permission.  I made a mess you had to clean up, Miss.” He told her.

“That’s correct.”  She agreed.

THWACCCKK!!  

He cried out as she hadn’t held back.

“I didn’t appreciate having to clean up your mess.” She scolded.

THWACCCKK!!

“I’m sorry!” He bleated.

“You will be very soon.” She warned him with some amusement in her voice.

THWACCCKK!! THWACCCKK!! THWACCCKK!!

Max’s paddling had commenced.

Maria’s scolding didn’t stop as she went on about him having proper control and how dare he embarrass her and Mistress with his display.

Max was crying before the pain threshold had even been reached because she sounded so angry with him!  It was…was…amazing!!

Maria grew quiet as she sped up his paddling.  Her stamina was impressive even for her young age.  Max doubted he’d sit for two or three days without whining, whimpering, or groaning.  Sobs wracked his body now.

The point was reached where he just hung there and took whatever she wished to give him.  He submitted to her entirely and melted across her lap.  Bawling like a naughty little boy, Max was entering into subspace now.

Maria seemed to sense or feel him hit the point of breaking.  She slowed, then stopped.  Her hand became rather aggressive as she rubbed his bottom with vigor.  It hurt badly at first, but as she rubbed faster, it warmed up.

A general warmth came over his bottom as he relaxed and calmed.

“Miss is also trained to be a massage therapist, Boy.” She told him.

“Mmm…yes, Miss…thank you, Miss.” He murmured.

“For?” She asked.

“My paddling, your strictness, and your…affection, Miss.” He took a chance.

Her hand stopped, but then she patted his bottom.  “Who does this belong to now, Max?”

“You, Miss, and Mistress.” He answered without pause.

“That’s right.  Hmm…there’s something I always wanted to try.  Now I have a boytoy I can play with, don’t I?” She sounded curious and more than a little aroused.

“Yesssss, Miss…I am happy…to be your boytoy.” He told her.

“That’s good.  That’s very good.  Hold very still.” She warned him.

He did so and began to wonder what she was doing, then Max heard her sucking on a finger or thumb very wetly. 

“Need to get this nice and wet and soft.” She explained, then kept going.

Why? Max wondered, and then an idea hit him.  No.  No, Maria?  She seemed way too…young? Sweet?  Innocent?

Her index finger of her right hand began to trail down his back from his lower down further to the top of his ass crease.  “Hmm… let’s see what this does.” She let her finger go down further and began to rim his anus.

“Ohhhhh, Misssssss.” He hissed and squirmed and moaned.

“Should I stop, BoyToy?” She asked and did.

“No, no, no, please….” He swallowed.  “Please, don’t stop, Miss?”

Maria continued with a little more pressure.  “Is there something else you’d like me to do, Max?  Anything at all?” Her enjoyment of teasing his ass was evident to hear in her voice.

Oh, God.  Oh, dear God, she would make him beg for it!  It was both good and bad that Max had so recently come because he would have messed her up.

“Yes, Miss.” He whimpered.  “Miss?”

“Yes, Max, my good boy?  What is it?” She asked.

He groaned and felt his balls move.  “Please, please…oh…God… please, fuck my ass with your finger, please, Miss?”

“Why, Max!” She smacked his bottom.  “What a thing to beg for.  A man begging to be fucked like a woman in his ass?  Am I hearing right?”

He groaned now as she rubbed his nose into the humiliation of it.  “Yes, Miss.  You are…and…I wanted to be…fucked in the ass…like a woman, please, please, Miss?” He begged harder.

“Well, since you were so honest.  How could I refuse?  But who will this orgasm belong to…IF…I allow one?” She asked.

“You, Miss.  You.”  He whined.

“Mistress may punish you severely for telling me that.  I will need to let her know.” Maria warned.

“I know, Miss.” He whimpered and whined.  “Don’t care.”

“You still beg me to fuck your ass anyway, Max?” She drove it home one more time.

“I do, Miss, please, please, I’ve begged like a good boy, haven’t I?” He began to get more desperate now.

“Well…yes…you have.  Arch up that ass for Miss, like a proper anal slut.” She commanded.

“Yes, Miss.” His cock reported for duty.

Her finger rimmed around and then entered him.  How she knew what she was doing so well would be something Max might learn later.  He really didn’t care in the moment as she was fucking him very good.  Her pumping began, and her fingertip reached his prostate and tickled it.

“Ohhhh, MISS.” He warbled.

“Tell Miss.  Tell her all about it, Boy.” She crooned.

“Sooo good…so good you are.” He told her.

“Thank you, Max.  I’ve just started.” She sped up and curled her fingertip.

“OHHH.” He cried out as his balls assured him they wanted to release. “Please, please, please, let me come?” He begged.

“Mmm…no.  Not yet.  I don’t hear enough…desperation.” She teased him with a giggle

“Ohhhhhh, ohh, dear Miss.  Please, please, please, please, let me come on your finger.  Let me call out your name!  Let me let me…submit my ass to you?” He begged in true desperation now.  She played him like an expert musician.  Where the hell had she learned this???

“You will call out my name.  My true name…this will belong to Maria and it is Maria who will own your ass, Max.” She exclaimed.

“Yes,  yes, yes, I promise. I promise!!” He begged harder now.  “PLEASE.”

“Mmm…yes…come because I wish it, Max.  Come and call my name and give me this orgasm and more to come in the future.  Miss Maria will enjoy fucking your ass over…and over…and…” She told him.

Max knew she knew it was sending him over the edge now as she vowed to deflower him over and over!  A young woman…owning his ass?  The humiliation of it and the depth of submission he felt for her right now!

He cried out in pain and pleasure as he came.  Maria lifted his hips a little so he began to splash onto her thighs.  It wasn’t much since he’d come just a few minutes ago. He really didn’t care.  “Thank you, Miss Maria…this belongs…to you as does my ass.  I swear it!”

“Mmmm…good, naughty boy.” She told him. 

Max felt limp as a dishrag when he finished.  His ass was a distant throb at the moment but he knew the pain would return in a rush.  

“Kneel.” She commanded.

He slid off and knelt.

“Now, now, what did you do to Miss’s thighs, Naughty Boy?” She asked him and showed him the mess he’d made.  “You better clean this up and do so with vigor.”  She arched an eyebrow.  Her meaning was clear.

He leaned over and began to lick his own cum from her thighs as quickly as he could.  

Maria sighed and leaned back on the couch.  Her thighs began to part.  “Don’t you dare stop, Boy.” She murmured.  “I heard you say you wished to lick me…so do so when you finish cleaning.”

“Yes, Miss…with pleasure, Miss.” He told her between licks and slurps.

Soon, he was up to her pussy as she moved the skirt more out of the way.  Maria was trimmed very short and pretty.  Her taste was different but delicious, and he plundered it.

“Ohhhh, Madre de Dios!  Mistress didn’t lie!!  Oh, keep going.” She told him.

He did, but somewhere in the middle of it, he felt a change in her.  It was subtle, but it was there.

Her body became…more plaint?  Her voice sounds softer and submissive.  

“Please, please, please, don’t stop, Max….don’t stop, Sir.” She begged.

Sir?  He nearly stopped in shock.  

She whimpered.  “No, no, no, no, please,  I begged like a good girl, didn’t I, Sir?” She murmured to him.

“Yes…yes you did…Good….girl.” He tried out the words.

“Oooo, thank you, Sir.” She writhed under his mouth.

Mmm.  This was…different, but not…bad, he thought.  Max went with it.

“Don’t you dare come without permission.” He commanded.

“No, no, I’d never do that, Sir.  I know my place…it belongs…to you, Sir.” She began to moan faster and he began to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue.  “OH GOD, YES.  Right there, please, pretty please, please, please, please??” She begged and sounding close to tears. 

“No, not yet.  I don’t think you want it badly enough yet.” He responded.

A sharp, sexy giggle came out of her.  “Mmm. Sir uses my own words against me.  What a wicked man.  As you wish, Sir.” She began to beg, and this time, there was a teary-eyed sound to it.  He looked up to see little tears start to fall from her eyes.  She wanted it that badly?

“Yes, yes, now come for me, my sweet girl…my sweet slut.” He told her.

“Mmm…I am your slut, Sir.” She wriggled and moaned.  Her hips thrust up, and he pushed his tongue deeper.  “Oh…OH…OH!!!”

Her hips bucked, and her thighs tightened around him as she came.  She giggled as she cried, then sobbed, then whimpered.  It was the most glorious feeling Max had ever had to this date.  He’d won her orgasm as his own!  It WAS a powerful feeling!!

Maria came back down then looked deep into his eyes.  “You know I’ll have to tell her about all of this, right?”

He nodded.

“And you don’t care?” She asked.

“I do in that I never like making her mad or disappointed, but I also wouldn’t trade any part of this first time together for the world or any amount of paddlings or whippings, Miss.” He returned to steadier ground.

Her eyes searched his.  “I believe you, Max.  That is a great gift you give me.”

“You gave me a greater one…Miss.” He almost forgot to add.

“Debatable.  You gave me your ass.  All I gave was my pussy.  Doesn’t seem a fair trade, but it will have to do…for now.” She grinned.  “Now, on all fours, face the corner.”

He transitioned and obeyed.

THWACCCKKK!!

“Off to the corner.  Crawl.” She commanded.

Maria paddled him all the way there.  His body was so confused!   Max teetered on subspace again.  The switch back was jarring for him!  

“Stay on your knees.  Nose into the corner.  Hands on head.  Yes, that’s it.  Good boy.” She praised him.

“Thank you, Miss.” He told her.

“Oh, I’ll let you hold onto this.  Mistress may want it handy when she gets home and finds out what you did, you wicked, naughty boy!” She sounded close to laughter.  Maria really enjoyed putting him on tender hooks.

Hold on to what…OH. He felt her insert the handle of the spoon into his anus far enough it stayed in place.  “Don’t let that drop, or else I’ll be cross.  What will happen then?” She cajoled him.

“Miss will paddle me again?” He guessed.

“Such a smart boy.  Stay here while I get cleaned up, dressed, and inventory the kitchen for a grocery run later.” She patted his bottom, and he heard her walk away towards the kitchen.

Max’s whole body now tingled, throbbed, and ached, but it was glorious and worth anything Mistress could do.  He paused.  That might not be true.  She was a very wicked Mistress.  He had better not hold onto too much hope.

Still.  Worth it? Oh, God, yes!!

That’s all for a little while…had to get it out while still in my head.