SOUNDPROOF

"Kathy's not at home," Mr. Kent said quietly, his eyes roving over the slim body of his daughter's friend. 17 year old Marie had always tempted him sorely, with her long slim legs, short skirts and penchant for wearing tight clothing.

"Thanks Mr. Kent," Marie said softly, her green eyes boring into his as if she could read his mind. "Would you mind if I waited for her? We really need to talk." Without waiting for his reply, she sauntered past him, her Obsession perfume filling his nostrils, her black skirt riding over her hips as she planted herself firmly into his armchair in the corner. She wore a blue tank top that exposed most of her upper body, including the gold ring on her belly button. Her long red hair made a charming contrast to her pale skin and black skirt.

Mr. Kent shrugged and walked into the kitchen, trying to hide the bulge that was beginning to grow beneath his pants. Her mixture of insolence and arrogance had always been maddening, and yet arousing to him. He had always feared that she was a bad influence on his somewhat straight-laced daughter Kathy, who seemed to hang onto her every word. He had never quite understood what kept them together, but he had certainly enjoyed having Marie around. The reaction she provoked within him was proof that his wife's death a year ago, and his isolation, hadn't deprived him of his manhood. For the past year, his entire life had been caring for his patients at the prestigious hospital where he worked. He had hardly looked at any girl…. well, except for Marie. He thought, his face going red, as he struggled to adjust his still expanding penis beneath his trousers…He could suddenly feel rising panic, as he heard Marie's footsteps coming towards the kitchen. She couldn't see his excitement!

"Mr. Kent," Marie said, now coming into the kitchen behind him. "Can I help you with something here?" He was about to answer when he noticed that she was leering straight into his eyes, a knowing look in her eyes. "Mr. Kent," she continued. "Did Kathy tell you that I got a new tattoo last week?"

"No, I guess not," Mr. Kent mumbled, wondering where this was heading.

"Would you like to see it?"

"I guess so..why not?" he said slowly, a sudden thought coming into his mind, then his eyes bulged, as Marie raised her short black skirt, halfway up her thighs, her white skin suddenly bared to his hungry eyes. Her thighs were angular and slightly fleshy, and Mr. Kent suddenly noticed that in addition to her bellybutton ring, there was a small tattoo of a bird there. "You mean this?" he asked, a sudden bravado coming over him, as he ran his fingertips over the tattoo on her belly.

"No silly," Kathy giggled, raising her skirt still higher until Mr. Kent could see another tattoo at the corner of her left thigh, tantalizingly close to the pink silk panties that he could suddenly see clearly.

"Wow," Mr. Kent ran his fingers over the tattoo of a small penis. "This is kind of naughty, isn't it, Marie?" he asked, slowly going completely to his knees, as Marie raised her skirt still higher.

"What's naughty?" Marie asked, her voice suddenly husky. "the tattoo or what you're doing?" she sat down on the wooden chair in the kitchen, her skirt now raised completely to her waist, her panties totally exposed, as Mr. Kent, his breathing now heavier began to caress both her thighs and her belly button.

"Don't you think it was naughty to show me a tattoo that was so close to your panties?" Mr. Kent asked, now nuzzling his nose against the black panties that barely covered the juicy flesh beneath. He could see that the panties were wet, stuck to the white skin, evidence that Marie had been playing a game right from the start. He slight musky odor from beneath the panties inflamed him, and he rubbed his nose even harder against the panties.

"Ummm Mr. Kent, but you don't seem to be interested in the tattoo at all," Marie gasped, as she felt Mr. Kent's fingers run lightly, and then more forcefully over her private parts, through her panties.

"Like you didn't know what I would be interested in, when you started this whole game." Mr. Kent said, a sudden measure of confidence in his voice, as he began to massage and maul Marie's wet cunt beneath the panties.

Marie said nothing, even when Mr. Kent slipped her panties entirely off her and stuck his tongue deep into her. He ran his fingertips against her vaginal lips, teasing them, opening them, biting them and licking them until Marie's sighs and gasps filled the room. Mr. Kent knew had been nervous initially, but he was now in complete control. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to eat pussy. Soon Marie began to hold his head, her ragged gasps the room as he found her clit and sucked on it, his fingers at the same time sinking deep into her essence, thrusting inside and outward until he located her G-spot. Marie screamed loudly, bucking against him and shuddering, covering his face with her pussy juices, as a huge orgasm wracked her body.

Mr. Kent held her until the orgasm subsided, then stood up, his penis rock hard, now level with Marie's face. She immediately got out of the chair and fell to her knees, licking, nibbling and swallowing, until Mr. Kent pushed her away from him suddenly.

"What_ _?" she stared at him in surprise, her eyes questioning.

"You didn't think you'd get away with just a blow job, did you?" he asked sticking his still erect penis back into his briefs, going to the wooden cupboard in the corner, his eyes still on Marie, while his hands searched within.

"What do you mean?" Marie asked, then her eyes bulged as she saw the long leather belt he was holding.

"You've been teasing me for months, showing me your legs, your panties, and finally making me eat your pussy…and you think the only thing you'll only have to do is give me a blow job?" There was a stern look in Mr. Kent's eyes he folded the belt and lashed it together, against his palm.

"Mr. Kent, I don't _ _" Marie began, backing away, a look of fear in her eyes.

"I know you don't usually get spanked," Mr. Kent said. "And that's why you behave the way you do, dressing like a slut, corrupting my daughter, and now daring to corrupt even me. But you'll get your comeuppance now. I hope the orgasm was worth what you're about to get. Strip everything, remove ALL your clothes."

"Mr. Kent, you can't do this to me," Marie's eyes darted around the room like a frightened rat. "KKKathy could be back any minute, " she stammered. "I'll tell Kathy, I'll tell my dad."

"Kathy is away for the day, and won't be back till night, and you won't tell her anything, because you know she looks up to you, and she would STOP looking up to you if she knew what happened today. As for your dad, from what I know about him, it's my bet that he would probably be too embarrassed to hear something like this from you, and he would never believe anything like that. Besides we both know you won't do anything like that, because you thrive on your tough girl reputation." He paused, his face suddenly hardening. "I've had enough talk, Marie, Now STRIP!!"

A resigned look on her face, Marie slowly removed her skirt. "Can't I keep my top on?"

"No. Almost everything is already exposed in that tank top, anyway. You're not showing much more."

"But I'm not wearing a bra underneath," she whined.

"That's your problem not mine," Mr. Kent said impassively. "You should have thought of that before coming here to seduce me. Come to think of it, not wearing a bra was probably part of your plan, anyway, so you gotta live with it. EVERYTHING OFF!!" He slapped the belt against his palm, and Marie hurriedly removed her tank top, exposing her round breasts with their rather large pink nipples, which she tried to cover.

"HANDS OFF!" Mr. Kent shouted, and Marie's hands dropped to her sides, a crimson blush beginning to spread over her face and chest.

"Feeling embarrassed are you?" Mr. Kent said, a satisfied look coming to his face. "That's what happens when you behave like a slut…though you probably can't help it….just like I can't help what I'm about to do to you."

"Wwhat are you gonna do to me?" Kathy moaned, unconsciously wringing her hands, then trying to use them to cover her private parts.

Mr. Kent ignored the motion. He knew that by the time he finished with her, modesty would be her least concern. "Go into the guest room, climb onto the bed on your hands and knees and stick up your ass for me, NOW!"

With a pleading look in her eyes, Marie slowly obeyed, and seconds later, she screamed loudly as the first lash struck her exposed behind. "SHIT!You bastard, do you wanna kill me?"

"One extra stroke for insolence," Mr. Kent said quietly, pushing down her back, forcing her dancing buttocks to stay in place. "the more attitude you give, the more strokes you'll get," A loud scream filled the room, as he struck Marie again on her buttocks, noting with interest, that a red welt had appeared where he had previously struck. Marie's ass danced around in pain, but obediently stood up again, after he warned her. Again and again, he struck her buttocks and her thighs, ignoring her loud screams and pleas, relishing the power he felt, in making her accept what he was doing to her. When the ass was a mass of cross-crossed red welts, he stopped. By now, Marie was sobbing quietly, her voice hoarse from the screaming she had done. Mr. Kent slowly ran his hands through her hair, his face softening. "Didn't quite go as planned, did it?" he said quietly.

"No," she mumbled. "I didn't know you would be such a beast."

"Neither did I," he replied apologetically. "But you said it. You awakened a beast within me. And though you're weeping, your body doesn't exactly seem to have hated what I did.
"What do you mean?" she began, then gasped, as he stuck two fingers around her vaginal lips and brought them back soaked in her juices.

"You're soaking," he said triumphantly. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

She mumbled something, and he laughed. Well, now that we seem to have discovered a number of common points, I think I can pamper myself a bit." Removing his swollen penis from its confinement in his briefs, he climbed onto the bed directly behind her and thrust deep into her essence. For the next few minutes, the bed took a pounding it never had, and the entire house was filled with loud moans and groans of pleasure. It was a good thing that Mr. Kent's house was soundproofed.