Who's Paylin Nailin'?
By The Timid Freshman
When Serra Paylin catches Levi with her daughter, she decides to give him a taste of his own medicine.  But all bets are off when she becomes too aroused by her own disciplinary methods!


"Oh, Levi, I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby."

The two teenagers gasped and moaned in youthful pleasure as they made tender
love on the overstuffed sofa. Snow clung to the windowpanes above them as
their bodies slowly moved against one another underneath a soft, warm blanket.
The room was illuminated only by the warm sunbeams of the brilliant Alaskan
sun, streaming in through the gaps in the frosty snow. After months of
gradually intensifying foreplay, the two young lovers had finally consummated
their relationship two days ago. Since then, they had only made love a very
few number of times, and as a result, they were still getting the hang of it.
Levi prepared to take the plunge once more, and Bristill eagerly held her
breath as her boyfriend slowly began to enter her. Each little sensation was
an unparalleled joy, the feelings and emotions still brand new to both of
them.

As their bodies trembled with excitement, Levi slowly began to slide inside of
Bristill. She sighed with pleasure as the tip of his tumescent penis breached
her labia, penetrating into her inner sanctum.

And just then, the door flew open without warning.

They both jumped with surprise and fright. Levi abruptly pulled out of
Bristill, falling against the back of the sofa. Bristill sat up frantically as
her mother, Governor Serra Paylin, strode nonchalantly through the door.

She was absolutely captivating in a striking teal blue suit, which consisted
of a very well-fitting, yet extremely tight miniskirt, and a matching blazer.
She wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, and the first button of the
tight-fitting blazer was positioned below the bustline. The effect was a deep,
plunging neckline that highlighted her glorious, gravity-defying cleavage. As
a result, her lavender push-up bra was just peeking out underneath the blazer,
barely able to contain her massive twin breasts. The hemline of the skirt
ended halfway up her thighs, and displayed the beauty of her long, shapely
legs, muscular but still exceedingly feminine. She was wearing her familiar
horn-rimmed glasses, which gave her a sort of "sexy librarian" look, and had
her hair up in the fashion she'd been wearing it for most of the campaign.
Beige, pointed, stiletto heels rounded out the ensemble, adding an
intimidating factor to her mature sexual energy. In total, she was a vision of
terrifying beauty that easily eclipsed anything else in the room, including
her mortified daughter Bristill, who was struggling to hide her nakedness
under the blanket. But it was too late. Serra had seen the two teenagers
entwined in each other's arms. She froze in her tracks, her eyes smoldering.

Immediately, Levi felt his blood freeze in his veins. His heart skipped a
beat, and then another, and for a moment, he feared that it would stop beating
entirely. He had good reason to be as terrified as he was. Governor Paylin
already disapproved of their relationship; in her opinion it had the potential
to hurt her chances in the upcoming election. She had allowed Levi and
Bristill to be together on one condition: no funny business. Serra had warned
Levi in no uncertain terms—any funny business would result in severe
consequences—she had made that abundantly clear. And now she had caught them
both engaged in the funniest of business. Her virtuous daughter had lost her
virginity to this freewheeling upstart. She had no idea, of course, that it
had been Levi's first time as well, but somehow he doubted if she cared. He
could tell that she was only seeing red right now. With the election coming
up, he could only imagine how furious she must be at the sight before her. His
whole body burned crimson with embarrassment, and as he and Bristill huddled
naked under the blanket, he found himself wishing that the earth would open up
and swallow him. But he would have no such luck.

"Now, what in the blue heck is all this malarkey?!" demanded the Governor,
devastatingly beautiful in her righteous rage, her hands planted squarely upon
her shapely hips. Her sizable bosom was heaving in fiery anger as she observed
the debauchery going on right before her eyes, and despite his abject fear,
Levi could not help but notice the way her bountiful breasts rose and fell
with each steaming breath.

"Mom!" shouted Bristill shrilly, tugging the blanket up to her chin. "Mom, I
can explain--"

"Oh, I just betcha can, young lady!" Serra fumed. "You!" she continued,
pointing an accusing finger at Levi, who found himself shrinking under her
thunderous glare. "You little stinker! I warned you, Mister! No funny
business, I said! Don'tcha know better than to cross a mama bear, young man?
I'm gonna make you pay for defiling my daughter!"

"Mom!" shouted Bristill in response to her mother's accusations, frantic to
defend her boyfriend. "Please, it's not like that! We're in love!"

"Oh, you can just hush up now, little girl," growled Serra, a scowl crossing
her beautiful features. With a blustery sigh of exasperation, she stormed
across the room, her high heels clik-clakking loudly on the hardwood floor.
Her angry breasts bounced with each step as she strode purposely towards the
gun cabinet on the other side of the room.

Bristill, well versed in her mother's rage, realized her destination at once.
"Mom!" she shouted again, her eyes widening in horror. "What the hell are you
doing?!"

"I said, hush up!" Serra snapped, yanking open the glass door so hard, it was
a wonder it didn't shatter right then and there. "And you watch your mouth,
little lady! You're just asking for a good cleaning out, aren'tcha?"

Bristill clammed up at once, clasping both her hands over her mouth. She
suddenly thought of her mother's "punishments." If she was a dirty girl, then
she would be cleaned out with an intense punishment enema; she was sure of it.
But on the other hand, she couldn't just let her mom shoot her boyfriend, whom
she had willingly given her virginity away to! Once again, she dared to open
her mouth in protest, but Serrra cut her off before she even got a word out.

"You just stay out of it, Missy, or you'll get it while the gettin's good!
This is between me and the boy!"

"Mrs. Paylin, please," Levi pleaded, huddling against his girlfriend under the
blanket as Serra examined her rather sizeable gun collection. She finally
decided on a large automatic rifle, and pulled it out of the case. It was a
massive military-grade cannon, nearly half the size of her entire voluptuous
body. It was long and coal-black, and it gleamed in the brilliant Alaskan
sunlight streaming through the windowpanes.

"You call me Governor in this house, Buster!" Serra scolded, and much to the
horror of both kids, she lifted her rifle and pointed it right at Levi's
chest. "Now come on outta there!"

"Mom, please, no!" protested Bristill weakly, but Serra shook her head and
stormed over to the couch. Leaning forward, she gave them both a generous view
of her considerable cleavage. Holding the rifle at her side in one hand, she
reached around Levi's neck with the other and grabbed a fistful of hair on the
back of his head.

Serra pulled his head forward, until it was practically buried in her ample
bosom. He could not stop himself from marveling at the beautiful breasts that
surrounded his face, as Serra turned to address her daughter. "I'll deal with
you later, Missy!" she fumed, and standing up straight, she dragged a very
embarrassed, very naked Levi Johnson out from underneath the blanket and off
of the couch.

As he stumbled forward, bent over in Serra's iron grip, Levi's cheeks burned a
deep scarlet from a combination of pain and embarrassment. Both sensations
began to increase as Serra dragged him out of the room. As she marched him
down the hallway, she continued to angrily scold him. "You messed with the
wrong mom today, kiddo!" she lectured. "Do you really think you can just
monkey around with my little girl in my own house?"

"No..." Levi grunted.

Serra stopped in her tracks and pulled Levi's hair back, causing him to bend
backwards, looking up at her. Then, using a combination of her leverage and
her own angry MILF strength, she turned him towards her and brought him in
closer, so that their faces were inches apart, and her big breasts were now
pressing against his naked chest. His body trembled as she glowered down at
him.

"No, what?" she demanded.

"N-No ma'am," he stammered, suddenly recalling Serra's house rules of respect
and etiquette. He was to call her "ma'am," at all times, he now remembered.

Serra stared down the terrified boy for a few more seconds, and then resumed
her wrathful march, dragging him towards her study at the end of the hall. The
door was already opened, and she shoved Levi inside. He stumbled forward,
rubbing the back of his head where she had nearly pulled his hair out.
Remembering his state of nudity, he did his best to hide his private parts
from Serra as she closed and locked the door behind them. Levi stood before
her, trembling in the middle of her study, his hands cupped over his groin,
doing his best to shield his shame. But Serra just raised the gun in her arms,
and once again pointed the barrel right at him, only she was not pointing it
towards his crotch, not his chest.

"Hands on your head, mister," she commanded. "I don't want any more monkey
business. Let's have a look-see at what you've been putting in my daughter."

"Governor, please..." Levi begged in a hoarse whisper, his skin flushing an
even deeper crimson. In response, Serra simply pulled the bolt back on her
rifle. The noise was deafening in the small study, and Levi's heart pounded in
his ears as she stepped closer to him. She lifted her eyebrows, her silence
speaking volumes. Now was not the time for dignity; not with a massive rifle
pointed at his vulnerable balls. Now was the time for unquestioned obedience,
and he realized he had no choice but to obey the dominating Governor.

Swallowing hard, Levi slowly did as she had ordered him to do, taking his
shaking hands away from his private parts. Shivering with terror and shame, he
slowly lifted them and put them on his head. He had now revealed everything he
had to the furious Serra Paylin.

Serra stared at his swinging dick and balls, and gave a short, cruel laugh.
"Is that all you're packin'?" she smirked, causing Levi to feel an even deeper
shame. Taking another step forward, she lowered the barrel of the gun,
sticking it up under Levi's flaccid penis. He flinched violently as she
touched the cold metal to his dangling organ, using the muzzle to lift it up
and away from his quickly retracting testicles. His body was shaking so much
now; he thought he might fall over.

"I should just shoot this little thing off, dont'cha know," she whispered,
enjoying the abject terror on Levi's face.

Tears were now beginning to stream down that face. "No...." he whimpered, his
voice catching in his throat. "Please, Governor, please don't...."

Serra laughed at his submissive fear. The power she wielded over this
frightened boy was beginning to turn her on, ever so slightly. Still, she was
here to discipline him, and discipline him she would. "You have no idea how
much trouble you're in, buddy-boy," she sneered. "You've never been in doo-doo
this deep; I can tell ya that right now. I'm gonna tan your naughty hide, and
that's only the beginning. You better pray I don't get too trigger-happy." She
accentuated her words with another nudging of his limp penis with the cold gun
barrel, and then slowly and deliberately, she pressed the muzzle into his
hanging testicles, one at a time. Levi was sobbing quietly now, tears dripping
off his chin and the end of his nose, falling down onto the barrel of the
rifle.

"Y-yes m-ma'am," he cried softly.

Serra enjoyed his fear for a few more moments before she finally backed off,
though she kept the gun trained squarely on his genitals. She began to
absent-mindedly tap one of her high-heel shoes against the floor. "You've been
a very naughty boy, and you deserve to be punished, don'tcha? Now, what do you
think your punishment should be, young man?" she demanded.

Levi's mind raced, but all he could think about was the gun pointed at his
drooping genitals. "I--I don't know," he stammered.

"Well, you're crying like a little sissy boy, aren'tcha?" she laughed. "So I'm
gonna treat you like a little sissy boy. Now, what did your momma used to do
to you when you were a bad little boy?"

"I dunno..." he sniffed. He tried to think of a lie, but he was so terrified
that all he could think of was the truth. He thought back to the punishments
he endured at the hands of his mother in his own childhood. "I got a spanking,
I guess...." his eyes suddenly widened in realization. "Are you gonna spank
me, Governor Paylin?"

"Oh, you betcha," Serra grinned. "I'm gonna give your butt such a whoopin',
don'tcha know! When I get through with you, I betcha you'll think twice before
trying any more hanky-panky!" Lifting the rifle, she used it to point towards
her desk on the other side of the room. She indicated that Levi should march
over there. Sniffling and shaking, he obeyed, slowly shuffling over to the
desk. His legs felt like they were made out of rubber with each step, but
after a few long moments he reached his destination. "Second drawer down on
the left side," she ordered, indicating the right drawer with the muzzle of
her rifle. "Open it up, Levi, and tell me whatcha find inside."

His hands trembling, he opened the required drawer. Looking down at the
contents within, he realized in horror that he was staring at a single shiny
pair of handcuffs. What were those for?

"What's in there, Sugar?" Serra demanded.

"Um..." he muttered. "A pair of handcuffs..."

"Put 'em on, why don'tcha?" Serra ordered.

He hesitated for only a second before remembering the high-powered automatic
weapon, which was now pointed right between his tightly-clenched butt cheeks.
Attempting in vain to swallow the growing lump in his throat, Levi retrieved
the cuffs. Slowly and deliberately, he fastened one of them around his right
wrist. He was just about to cuff it to the other wrist when Serra shook her
head.

"Uh-uh," she interrupted, and he turned to face her. "Oh, no you don't. You
can cuff those dirty hands behind your back there, buster."

Trembling in even greater fear, Levi had no choice but to obey her, and he
struggled to bend his arms behind his back and cuff his own hands together.
After a few moments of twisting and turning, he managed to succeed, leaving
his hands bound and immobile behind his back.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently incapacitated, Serra relaxed her tense body
and lowered the rifle. Her manner more at ease, she moved carelessly over to a
chair on the other side of the room. Hiking up her short skirt and sitting
down, she set the gun down beside her. Raising a finger, she beckoned Levi
across the room, her other hand patting her shapely, bare thigh. "Over my
knee, little boy," she ordered sternly. "You've been naughty, and it's time
for Momma to give you a good spankin'!" She laughed as Levi slowly approached
her. Having no choice in the matter whatsoever, he was completely subject to
her whims. Serra Paylin was the undisputed mistress of Levi's fate, a fact
that turned her on even further. She watched him closely as he walked towards
her, taking the opportunity to give him the once-over. He really was very
cute, she thought—Serra could see why her daughter liked him so much. He was a
good bit younger than Serra's husband Tod, of course. Normally she didn't find
herself attracted to such young boys, but in spite of herself she couldn't
help but notice that he was remarkably well-developed for his age. She found
her eyes wandering again and again to his swinging dick, which she secretly
appreciated more than she had let on before, when she had made fun of it and
threatened to shoot it off. Serra knew in her heart that she could never shoot
off such a glorious specimen of manhood. She was going to enjoy disciplining
this boy, she decided. This diversion was just what she had been needing—the
campaign had been very stressful up until now, and she was looking forward to
blowing off some steam at the expense of her daughter's terrified boyfriend.

Finally Levi closed the distance between the two of them, and attempted to
obey her command. With great effort he tried his best to position himself over
her knee. Without the use of his arms, though, it was proving to be very
difficult. Serra watched him with amusement for a few moments, and then
finally sighed, tired of waiting for him to get it right. Without warning, she
seized him by the hips and pulled him right into her lap. He was now draped
over her legs, his body bent at the hips. His feet touched the floor on
Serra's right side, and his head was hanging low on the other. His arms, of
course, were completely immobile behind his back, and his pelvis was perfectly
centered across Serra's thighs, so that his penis dangled down between them.
Then, suddenly, she brought her legs together firmly, trapping his soft,
supple penis tightly between her bare thighs. Levi's eyes bulged at the
sudden, unexpected intimate contact, and then bulged again with pain when
Serra began his spanking.

It hurt even worse than he imagined it would. His teeth and his butt clenched
involuntarily as she brought her open palm down, hard, against his tender
skin. "You better loosen up that bottom!" Serra commanded. "If you don't, I'll
just keep going!"

Levi struggled to do as he said, and it just made his spanking hurt all the
more. Each smack of Serra's bare hand on his tender naked rear end sent shocks
of sharp pain reverberating through his skin. He was unable to keep himself
from thrashing in her lap, but because of his position, he could not move very
much at all. Serra had him exactly where she wanted him. All his thrashing did
was create friction between Serra's shapely thighs and his trapped penis, so
that it was pulled and rubbed in between them with every smack. For her part,
Serra contributed to this by rubbing her own thighs together ever so subtly,
kneading Levi's penis between them. Even as the spanking caused him great
pain, the constant stimulation of his cock between her juicy thighs was
beginning to cause him great arousal, and his member began to expand between
her legs. He had never been so confused.

Serra gave him fifteen good smacks on his rear end. Finally, when she was
finished, she released her hold on him, opening up her thighs ever so slightly
and letting his penis free. Levi struggled to will it back down to a
completely flaccid state, but she wasn't about to give him the chance. Seizing
him once again by the hips, she pulled him off of her lap and set him back on
his feet. His hands still secured behind his back, Levi was unable to hide the
condition of his penis; the friction it had endured between Serra's lovely
thighs had brought him about half way to full erection; his cock was now
longer and fatter, and bobbing up and down at about half-mast.

"What is this malarkey?" she demanded. Then, to Levi's continued horror and
astonishment, Serra reached up and seized his half-erect penis in her hand,
squeezing it hard. She then began to tug and pull on it vigorously, causing
Levi even more pain and humiliation.

"I'm sorry!" he howled. "I didn't mean to, it was an accident!"

"How dare you point that thing at me!" she scolded. "This is how you respond
to a good old-fashioned spanking, huh?" Levi groaned through his teeth as
Serra dug her sharp fingernails into his sensitive skin. "I guess you still
haven't learned your lesson, have you, young man?" she demanded, twisting his
penis first one way, and then the other.

"Yes, ma'am!" he protested, wincing in a mixture of pain and unexpected
arousal. Never before had he experienced anything like this. "I've learned my
lesson, I promise, please!"

"Nothin' doin', buster," she sneered. "Actions speak louder than words, and
your pecker is shoutin' to the rafters right now." With her free hand, she
picked up her gun and stood up. Once on her feet, she gave his captive penis
another good tug, causing him once again to cry out in pain. "It looks like
I'm gonna have to step it up a notch, don'tcha know! I've been too easy on
you, but not any more! No more Mrs. Nice Mom!" Tightening her grip on his
exposed member, she began to stride back over to her desk, dragging the
frightened boy behind her by his penis. It wasn't until they crossed the room
that she finally, let him go, but his punishment was far from over. Once again
she lifted the gun in both hands, pointed it right at him. "Now, open the next
drawer down," she commanded, "and hand me what you find inside."

Levi turned his back to the desk, struggling to blindly find the drawer handle
with his cuffed hands. After a few moments, he managed to locate it, and
leaned forward, tugging it open behind him. Crouching down slightly, Levi felt
around inside the drawer, searching out the contents within. He felt his hands
moving over something long and smooth, cylindrical, about the width of a fat
cigar. He had no idea what it was that he was feeling. The long cylinder
seemed to be attached to a series of straps sending in a series of buckles.
Levi was at a loss to describe what it was that he had found, but he had his
orders. Taking hold of it, he straightened back up, pressing his naked ass
against the drawer in order to close it behind him. He turned back around,
turning his back to Serra so that she could take the mystery object out of his
hands.

"Don't turn around," she ordered. "I wantcha to bend over my desk like a good
boy." Levi wondered if he was about to get an even harsher spanking, though he
had no idea how the object he had retrieved would play into such a scenario.
Nevertheless, he had no choice but to obey her, and he bent over as low as he
could, finally resting his chest on the top of Serra's desk. "Spread those
legs," she ordered, nudging at his ankles with her feet. Slowly, taking care
not to fall over, Levi followed her orders, spreading his as widely as he
could while still standing up. He was now completely prone over the desk, his
chin just hanging off the edge..

"Are you gonna spank me again?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"No way," Serra answered, and began rummaging around in her other desk
drawers. Setting her gun to the side, she retrieved two more pairs of
handcuffs. She bent down, and proceeded to cuff each of Levi's ankles to the
legs of the desk. "You enjoyed that spanking just a little too much! I'm gonna
have to use my harshest discipline on you, buster!"

"It wasn't my fault," he wailed. "Your legs were rubbing me!"

"Oh, that's rich!" Serra laughed out loud. "You can't control your perverted
urges, so you blame the woman?" Serra snorted. She leaned over him, and Levi
could feel her laying across his neck what felt like some sort of leather
strap. He couldn't see what she was doing, but somehow or another she was
securing it tightly to the table, so that his head was held in place. He could
no longer stand up, no matter how hard he tired. As Serra strapped him in, she
continued to lecture him. "Now, isn't it just like a man to blame the woman?
But that's a crock of horse hockey, don'tcha know! You men are all the same!
But when I'm president, you betcha I'm gonna put all of ya' in your proper
places. But I don't have to wait to show you who's the boss. You're gonna find
out right now, honey!"

"I-I don't understand," said Levi, fear in his voice.

"That's just the point, kiddo," grunted Serra. Levi could tell she was busying
herself with something, and he thought he could hear the slightest rustling
sounds of clothes being dropped, though he was certain Serra was still wearing
her blazer and miniskirt. He could also hear the snapping of buckles, and
supposed that the mystery object she had ordered him to retrieve was now in
play, though he had no idea what that meant. In the meantime, Serra continued
to lecture him. "You don't understand what it's like to be a woman, don'tcha
know," she said, "and I'm gonna set that right."

"What do you mean?" he asked, becoming more afraid every second. How could she
possibly make him understand what it was like to be a woman? Even as he
wondered, he knew that he didn't want to know. And even as he knew that, he
knew that it didn't matter, and Serra was going to do whatever she liked to
him, whether he liked it or not. He was helpless to defend himself against
her.

Serra answered him. "You need to know what it feels like for my daughter to
get cornholed by your dirty little pecker, honey," she said.

"What?!" cried Levi, panic in his voice.

Serra said nothing else, but instead crossed around to the front of the desk,
where Levi's head was hanging off. She then stood directly in front of him,
her pelvis at eye-level. What he saw next horrified him to no end. Staring him
right in the face was a shiny blue dildo. He now realized that the gentle
rustling sound he had heard was her panties dropping, and the snapping of
buckles was her strapping herself into the harness. Serra Paylin was wearing a
strap-on. It protruded boldly out from under her hiked-up skirt, and an awful
realization dawned on Levi Johnson. Serra Paylin was about to fuck him right
in the ass!

"NOOOOO!" he cried, thrashing in his bonds, but it was no good. He was
securely bound to the desk, and wasn't going anywhere. Serra's plan had been
foolproof, and Levi was now completely at her sadistic disposal.

"It's no use, Darlin'," laughed Serra, patting him condescendingly on the
head. "You're just gonna have to take your punishment like a good little boy."
She lazily strode back around to his prone buttocks, absent-mindedly trailing
her hand through his hair and down his back. "Go ahead and fight if you want;
that'll just make it more fun for me. I'm about to stuff you like a
Thanksgiving turkey!"

Levi continued to strain and struggle as she crossed back around behind him.
Serra watched with satisfaction as Levi fought against his bonds, knowing that
he was only wearing himself out. She had done more than a good enough job of
strapping in securely, long before he even knew what was about to hit him.
Opening up the topmost drawer on the right-hand side of the desk, Serra
retrieved an unopened condom. Her thighs trembling in anticipation of what she
was about to do to this poor boy, she opened the package and began to slowly
roll the condom over the dildo. This would keep it clean, as well as giving
her a smoother ride. The strap-on was designed to give the wearer the ultimate
amount of pleasure, and on the inside, a shorter dildo faced inward, now
hidden up inside of Serra's soaking wet pussy. Her lips quivered, and her
vagina contracted and released repeatedly around the inner dildo. Slowly, she
placed her hands gently, almost lovingly, on Levi's hips. He began to fight
even harder, but the restraints were more than enough to hold him in. He
wasn't going anywhere. Serra pulled herself closer to him, and he screamed as
he felt the end of the dildo pressing between his tightly clenched butt
cheeks, nudging up against his asshole. Slowly and deliberately, Serra pulled
Levi's ass cheeks apart. Then, just as slowly, she pushed her hips forward,
and the dildo pushed right up into him.

Levi began to cry uncontrollably, his shaking body rocked with humiliation and
pain. He had never felt anything like this before. He was being impaled from
behind, violated in a way he never thought possible. Serra continued to thrust
her hips forward, and soon she had the dildo buried completely inside of Levi,
and her bare thighs were pressed flush against his shaking buns. Levi grunted
in discomfort as she deeply penetrated him, and allowed himself a small sigh
of relief when she began to pull out. But his relief was short-lived, and
moments later she had pushed back in, faster this time. She began to ass-fuck
him in earnest, her artificial cock jamming repeatedly in and out of his ass,
and his entire body moving in time with her violent thrusts. As the outer
dildo moved in and out of Levi, each thrust of Serra's hips caused the inner
dildo to move deeper back and forth inside of her, and she was becoming more
turned on with each passing thrust. She could feel her sensations increasing
as the dildo moved in and out of her, and she knew that it would not be long
before she would be ready to begin climaxing. She allowed herself to moan in
unrestrained pleasure, her bosom heaving as she rocked her hips back and
forth. In and out and in and out of Levi's ass she went, and it was the most
horrifying, humiliating, degrading experience of his entire life. The dildo
was sliding in and out with ease now, and Serra was fucking him faster and
faster. Even worse, each thrust of the dildo into his violated hole caused the
tip to press up against his prostate, squeezing it each time. The sensation
sent unmistakable signals to his penis, and to his horror, he was unable to
keep it from once again stiffening under Serra's extreme discipline. Before
long, it was fully erect and knocking against the desk with each subsequent
thrust! Once again, pain and pleasure, humiliation and arousal were mixing
inexplicably inside of Levi's mind, and he had never been more confused,
angry, or (to his horror), turned on.

Serra moaned and gasped, crying out in pleasure as she violently raped Levi.
Each frantic thrust was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She was
quickly losing control, and losing herself in ecstasy. Bending down over Levi,
so that her breasts (which had by now bounded free of her blazer, though they
were still inside of her bra) pressed against his back, she reached underneath
Levi's body and seized his penis, which she was delighted to find had become
fully tumescent. Levi gasped in pleasure as Serra squeezed his shaft, and she
squealed with delight. The little pervert was just as turned on as she was,
despite his girlish crying! Right then, Serra knew that she had to take things
to the next level. She was no longer content to pound his sexy little ass with
the dildo. She was a fully grown, sexually mature woman, and she had womanly
needs! The inner dildo felt great inside of her, but it was no match for a
rock-hard cock! And that was exactly what Levi was sporting! This little punk
was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Serra Paylin was going to take
full advantage of that fact! With a final pulling back of her hips, Serra
yanked the dildo out of Levi's ass. It slid out with a greasy pop, and Levi
breathed a sigh of relief. But it wasn't over yet. Hurriedly and frantically,
Serra unbuckled the strap-on, pulling it off from around her hips, and letting
it clatter to the ground. Quickly she dropped her miniskirt, and it fell to
the ground, leaving her completely naked from the waist down,. She stepped out
of the skirt, her soaking pussy dripping with her sex juices. With reckless
abandon she then ripped off her blazer, tossing it aside. The bra came next,
and within seconds she was completely and totally naked, just as Levi was.
With one hand she seized the office chair and pulled it towards then in one
swift motion. With her other hand she unbuckled the leather strap that held
Levi against the desk. She then yanked hard on his hair, pulling him up and
away from the desk and slamming him down into the chair, his hands still
cuffed behind his back, and his ankles still binding him to the desk. He was
still completely helpless; her prisoner and now her sex slave. Levi stared up
at her glorious nudity in astonishment, taking in the magnificent sight of her
powerful, voluptuous naked form. Her breasts were more spectacular than he
ever could have imagined, massive and pendulous, with large, circular areolae,
and perky, erect nipples. Her skin was completely, perfectly smooth. Her pubic
hair was perfectly trimmed as well, but Levi barely got a look at it. Wasting
no time, Serra swung her leg over his waist, straddling him. Levi looked up
into her wild eyes, his own eyes registering his complete and utter shock, his
penis rock-hard and pointing straight up. Licking her lips and staring at him
with ravenous hunger, Serra plunged down onto his lap, impaling herself on his
rock-hard cock. Levi cried out in surprised pleasure as he felt his penis
plunging deep inside Serra's hot, wet, love canal. Her massive breasts
enveloped his face, bouncing and smashing against him. He couldn't believe
that after being anally raped by Governor Serra Paylin, he was now being
conventionally raped by her as well! And he couldn't believe how much he was
now enjoying it! He could see nothing but her creamy, voluptuous breasts, and
he suddenly felt one of her perky nipples pressing against his lips. He seized
upon the opportunity, and wrapping his mouth around Serra's nipple, he sucked
it like he had never sucked anything before. Serra cried out in ecstasy,
grinding against him, thrusting her hips up and down on his pole. Together
they groaned and moaned and gasped in unexpected rapture. Both of them were
seconds away from orgasm, and sure enough, moments later they exploded
together in thunderous climax, their bodies shaking violently against one
another, Levi's dick shooting hot wads of cum deep inside of Serra's body,
jolts and bolts of pleasure pulsing through his penis like he had never known.
For a long moment they continued to climax, Serra's vagina contracting
violently around Levi's cock, squeezing and wringing every last drop of cum
from it. Finally, Levi slumped under her, completely spent, his lips still
gently sucking on her erect nipple. Slowly and carefully, Serra pulled herself
off of him, and his penis slid out of her with a barely discernable pop, not
unlike the sound her dildo had made when she had pulled it out of his ass.

Levi slumped on the edge of Nirvana, his chest heaving, staring up at Serra
with total bewilderment in his eyes. She placed her hands on her shapely naked
hips and grinned down at him. She was an alpha predator, and he was her prey.
She had completely consumed and conquered him. It was an exhilarating feeling.
She stood proudly over him, surveying her handiwork, brazen and naked, and her
own massive breasts heaving in time with her own ragged breaths.

Finally, she spoke. "Well?" she asked, leaning forward, so that her naked
breasts hung down, swaying back and forth. "Did you learn your lesson, young
man?"

Breathing heavily, mesmerized by Serra's swaying bosom, Levi responded, "Yes,
ma'am."

Serra nodded her approval. "Good," she said, "Because from now on, whether you
like it or not, school is in session. Governor Paylin's got all kinds of
lessons to teach you, and you're gonna be a model student, don'tcha know, or
else." She winked at him, letting him no in no uncertain terms that he now
belonged to her. He was now her property, her slave, and there was nothing he
could do about it. He had been broken and conquered, body and soul, by this
exotic Amazon.

Levi had no choice but to nod in obedience, knowing that from now on, his life
had radically changed. This powerful, beautiful creature had completely
dominated him, and from the sound of it, the domination was only beginning. He
didn't know how he would explain this to Bristill, but in the end, it didn't
matter. Serra was mistress over them both, and they had no choice but to
succumb to her every whim. He was now part of the family, although his
assimilation had happened in the most unexpected way possible. Staring up at
his powerful naked mistress, there were only two words in the world that he
could say. "Yes, Governor."