Learning Curves


He lowered Princess to the side of the bathroom sink and held his hand for the fur coat. She started to ease down into the basin.

“So, should I come back in a minute or five?” he asked.

“You’ll stay right there while I figure out how to use this thing as a toilet,” she said, “and to pick me up off of this freezing porcelain the instant I’m done!”

“Oh,” he agreed.

She stepped carefully to the center, terrified that she’d slip and stub her entire foot against the metal lip of the drain plug. Finally, she stood with a food on either side of the drain, bent her knees… And froze.

She was freezing, bright light bounced off the sink to come at her from every direction, and a giant was watching her make tinkle. Her bladder refused to cooperate. “I, uh… I can’t seem to…”

“I have an idea,” he said. Blessedly warm fingers wrapped around her and lifted her slightly. Water flowed. She turned to see him adjusting the faucet. “How’s that?” he asked.

She worked one arm free and reached into the flow. It was almost exactly the tempterature she preferred for showers. “Great!” she said.

He lowered her again, keeping a hand by her until she was steady under the flow. She was warm, she was wet, it seemed quite natural to release, then. And any telltale yellow stream was lost in the water flowing over her.

“As long as I’m here,” she called up to Fred. “Can I get some soap?” He held a bar under the water for a moment, then worked up some suds with one fingertip. He held it before her and she leaned out of the flow to lather up.

“Oh, promise me I’ll never have to use a wet-wipe again,” she purred as she rinsed off.

“I can’t promise,” he said, “but I will try.”

“Thank you, Fred,” she said.

He pat her dry with a clean washcloth before wrapping her in her coat. Just as he turned to leave the bathroom, Tyler stepped into the doorway.

“Did she use the sink? Now I can’t use the sink! MOOOOM! I can’t brush my teeth because of Fred’s sylph!”

“Just let the hot water run for five minutes,” Fred told her. “You’ll be fine, then.”

She frowned but ran off to fine the kitchen timer. Mom’s voice could be heard, trying to calm Tyler down.

Fred returned to his bedroom.

He sat on the bed once more, regarding the tiny woman in his hand. “Now, where were we?”

“I was a naughty little pet and you were going to discipline me firmly, Master,” she purred. She lay back in his hand and opened the coat, baring her body to his view.

“Yes, well, roll over little naughty sylph,” he said, keeping his voice low so as not to crack.

She rolled onto her belly, kicking her feet up a few times. He placed the ruler against her ass, pushing down to see how the cheeks spread under the pressure.

She moaned a little bit, writhing. He put a thumb across her, the tip at her tattoo, pinning her in place. She pushed back, knowing it was useless, just to feel the strength the giant held in one little finger.

Then he cocked the end of the ruler with his other thumb and THWACK!

“EEP!” she cried, fists clenching in the lining of her coat, feet kicking against the heel of his hand.

“Now, I don’t want to have to do that again,” Fred said. “Your ass is so lovely and pale, I hate to see it red.”

“I’ll be ever so good, Master,” she promised.

“Really?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she gushed. She rolled onto her back, cupping her breasts. “Let me do something to prove it to you.”

“I, uh, I have been thinking… About… Well, I think it’d be called a body job,” he said.

“OOooh, MASTER!” she cooed.

He undressed one-handed, awkward but quick, while gripping her carefully in the other. Then he threw back the covers and lay down.

His hand moved to his waist and she slipped down onto his stomach. She crawled to the base of his cock, trying to decide which angle would be best.

Then she realized, they had nothing but time to try them all. She turned her back to his face, rolling her hips slightly to accentuate her ass.

Then she wrapped her arms around Fred’s cock and began to pump him, up and down, squeezing and licking, rubbing her boobs against him, pressing them into his skin.

He throbbed under her touch, his pulse pounding up her arms to shake her whole skeleton.

He began leaking immediately. She rose up a little higher, grabbing at the flow to slick up her hands, stroking him, her fingers gliding smoothly over his skin.

God, he was so very hot, and so firm, and so gigantic. And it was all hers. She smiled and did her best to please her big, strong master.

Her big, strong, virginal master didn’t last very long, crying out and heaving under her. Now she held on to avoid being thrown across the bed.

His fingers picked her up at the last moment, lifting her away from his cock as he turned to his side and came on the sheets.

She wiped her hands on another corner of the same sheets when he put her down.

“Very good, Princess,” he said. She smiled at the gratitude in his voice.

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Index

82. Punishment

84. Centered and Grounded (N)