RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

Knock!

Knock!

There were two knocks on my door. Calmly, I stood up from my desk and opened it.

My gaze fell on Martha, who stood at the doorway.

She held a wide, white leather shopping bag and wore a smile that stretched across her face as she saw me.

"Oh, good. You're already awake, and it seems you slept very well this time."

"Yeah, I did."

"You weren't home when I checked on you last night, so I was worried," the woman said, pushing me out of the way as she made her way in, heading toward my desk.

Noticing the books scattered across it, she placed her bag on one side and began taking out its contents.

"I have chicken with waffles, and pancakes with bacon. There's also a fruit smoothie. Which one do you want?"

"What kind of fruits?" I asked, walking toward her.

"Berries, lemons maybe, I bought the smoothie", Martha shrugged.

"I see you're really enjoying this role of caring for me." My hand reached for her rear.

Focus on your books. Don't you have tests today?"

"I do, but I also have a hard problem."

Martha gulped, already knowing where this was going, and I didn't disappoint.

Moving away from her, I took off my clothes, standing naked, then waved her over.

"The food will get cold," she muttered, standing before me, her hand already stroking my soft meat.

"You're a bad liar," I said, as she pressed her body to mine and we kissed.

Martha wasn't shy about bringing her hands to my chest and squeezing it. My hand didn't hold back either, slipping beneath her nightgown to grab large amounts of her ass.

Today, we had both woken up early, and we had time to spare.

"Remember I said I was going to punish you, right?"

"That was yesterday," Martha blinked.

"Yeah, I was busy, so we've moved it to today. Get on the bed."

There was surprise on the female's face, but under my lead, she crawled onto the bed. Her body was tense, and she couldn't help glancing back at me.

"What are you going to do?"

"Are you scared?"

Martha stayed silent, her eyes narrowing. I lifted my hand.

"I'll be using just my palms."

It was a novel experience for the woman, as she was about to surrender herself to discipline. And while I could see she was hesitant about the idea, just like every other female in the world, there was excitement and curiosity that burned within her at the thought of this new experience.

[Daddy's palm has been activated]

"You know what you did. How many hits do you think you should receive?"

"Three," Martha quickly said, and I nodded.

Pushing her black nightgown forward and exposing her large rump, which bore thick black panties, I massaged her flesh more deeply.

"Okay, that will be four."

Smack!!

Smack!!

Smack!!

Giving my sentence, I didn't delay in carrying it out.

Like they say, there's no better work than the one you enjoy and I deeply enjoyed the sight of my palms leaving red prints on Martha's butt, sending waves of ripples across it.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!"

On the second strike of my palm, Martha had bitten back an exclamation of pain. But when the third hit landed, she screamed out loud and, with speed, crawled forward, scampering away from me.

I could have caught her legs and pulled her back, but the sight of the mature woman's ass flying left and right as she made her rapid escape was too thrilling.

Reaching the other side, Martha jumped to the ground and then turned to me. Her eyes were red and watery, and her face was tight as she held back tears.

"You still have one left."

"No, this is enough," Martha argued.

I shrugged. "You have 10 seconds to bring your ass over here or I'll be increasing the number of spanks."

"You can't do that."

"Do you dare?"

I had said 10 seconds, but it took Martha much longer than that before she moved over to me and climbed back onto the bed.

"It hurts. Please be a bit more gentle." She looked back at me, pressing her upper body to the bed, her massive ass raised high.

"You know that's not possible."

Smack!!

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

Another cry left Martha with that hit. Pushing up, she scampered away again, though this time she remained on the bed and turned to me, tears falling from her eyes.

"You hit too hard," Martha accused, unable to stop the waterfall from her eyes. Her hands were on her butt, thoroughly massaging the area that had been hit.

"Still one more left."

"No, that was the last."

"You delayed, remember."

"Daddy, please..." the mature woman pleaded, and I let out a breath, my shoulders falling.

"Come."

Though a bit fearful, Martha moved on her knees toward me. Taking her into my embrace, I locked lips with her.

The woman melted into my arms in complete surrender as I sucked and bit her lips.

When my hand went down to her panties, she obediently spread her legs. Pulling them down, my fingers invaded her snatch.

"Since you begged, I'll consider sparing you the fourth spank, but only if you understand that tomorrow, you'll be getting three hits."

"Nooo..." Martha cried, looking at me pitifully, but my expression didn't budge.

"The decision is up to you." My hands moved to her boobs, grabbing them through the milf's loose gown and kneading them.

"Tomorrow," Martha muttered, her body shuddering.

"Good idea." I pecked her cheek, a grin on my lips, and then pressed her head down.

"Get to work. I don't have all day."

Martha didn't waste time wrapping her lips around my dick. Locking most of it in her mouth, she pleased it until it was at full mast, then surrendered her head as I fucked her mouth.

Massaging my balls, the woman succeeded in getting me to cum in good time.

"You have so much milk. Did you ever feed some to Valera?" I asked, sucking on Martha's titties while she ground her dripping pussy against my dick.