Strict Feedback from the Owl

I have just emerged from the shower after my workout when there is a knock on the door. I am not expecting anyone -- my plans for the evening are limited to binge watching Netflix series on my own. So, I'm a bit confused when I open the door and see a young woman standing there.

"Are you Alex031991?" she asks. I don't answer, because I am too busy processing what I am seeing. The woman is wearing what appears to be a Halloween costume based on the avatar of a popular language learning app. A rather skimpy, adult-rated version of the costume. She's dressed like a sexy owl, is what I am trying to say here.

On top of her mane of red curly hair, she's wearing a bright green cap with large owl eyes and pointy owl ears. Her own eye make-up is green and excessive. The woman is scowling, I can tell despite the make-up.

"Are you Alex031991?" she asks again. Her voice is low and surprisingly un-owl-like. Given my experience with the language learning app, I was expecting something squeaky.

"Am I who?" I ask confusedly. I look her up and down. She's wearing a short green jacket with owl feathers attached to the arms and hem. The jacket hangs open, and underneath she wears nothing but a lacy green push-up bra which pushes her large creamy breasts up and out into a breathtaking cleavage. Further down, I see a toned stomach, and then a very short green skirt with more feathers attached, a glimpse of creamy white thigh, and green stockings. High-heeled shoes, also green, and a feathery bag, green, complete the hot language app avatar experience.

I laugh out loud. "Are you here to trick or treat, love?" I ask.

"In the language app." She sighs, which makes her chest heave interestingly. "Are you. Username. Alex031991. Or not." She speaks quite slowly now, as if dealing with someone who doesn't really speak the language.

"I guess so," I answer guardedly. "Could be."

"Right." She checks something off on an iPad with a bright-green cover she has produced from her bag. "And you have signed up for our Stern Feedback programme." That's a statement, not a question.

"Your what?" I ask. The young woman steps inside. I notice with interest that she has amazing legs and that her skirt is too short to cover her backside. The bottom halves of two lovely naked bum cheeks peek out from underneath. I close the door behind her.

"The Stern Feedback programme. On the app. You signed up. The 'Real Life App Integration' checkbox? You checked that as well. Don't deny it, my system is never wrong." She marches on, hips swaying enticingly, towards my bedroom.

"Signed up? Yes, I might have. But that was just to get rid of the nagging messages. And it was months ago." I hastily follow her. "Where are you going?"

"Whatever the reason, you signed up." She sits down primly on my bed. Her breasts jiggle. "When was the last time you have used the app?"

"The app?"

She sighs and rolls her eyes, looking very cute doing so. "The language app."

"Well, I went to Spain three weeks ago, so it must have been before then."

She consults her iPad. "That checks out with our data. So, no recent streaks. Did you use a streak freeze?"

"A what? No. I just stopped."

"You just stopped. Even though you had signed up for the Stern Feedback programme. Did you not read the terms and conditions?" She rolls her eyes again and holds up her hand. "No, don't say anything."

I am getting a bit impatient. "Look, this is all very funny, but what do you want from me?"

"I'm here to give you the Stern Feedback, of course, Alex031991. Let's see, you were studying Spanish. You were in Section 3, unit 33. Bronze league," she tuts and shakes her head. She really has lovely curls, I realise. And the ridiculous owl mask and extravagant eye make-up cannot hide the fact that her face is quite pretty, with beautiful brown eyes and full lips.

"All right," she says, coming to a conclusion. "We will have to start with a recalibration session to see what level we can put you in. You may lie across my lap."

She takes off her jacket and rummages in her bag. I am briefly distracted by the hypnotising sway of her tits in the push-up bra, then I twig what she just said. "I may what?" I ask in alarm.

"Over my knees. The Stern Feedback, remember? Oh, of course, you didn't read the fine print. Doesn't matter now. I don't have all day, come on." She pats her lap invitingly. She really has gorgeous thighs. And amazing tits, I notice again when my eyes make their way up to her face.

"Look, you can play dumb for as long as you like, but this is not going to go away. You might as well cooperate." She smiles at me, for the first time.

Suddenly, the situation is turning me on. Here I am, in my bedroom, with a very sexy woman dressed like a hot owl, and she is obviously initiating some kind of kinky game. I decide to play along with her requests, at least for now. "Well, okay."

I slide across her lap, my upper torso and legs resting on the bed, my bottom in the air, and my erection, I am a bit embarrassed to say, poking against her smooth legs, just above her stocking tops. "Like this?"

"Just like that," she says, and I feel her fingers tugging down the hem of my tracksuit bottoms.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"The small print again." She sighs again. "Why doesn't anyone ever read the small print? Lift those hips for me will you, like a good user." With a deft movement, she bares my behind. She opens her smooth thighs a bit and my hard cock slides between them. She rubs her legs together and I moan, which makes her laugh softly. "I see you're getting into the spirit of things."

"Right." She picks up her iPad. "Let's start the lesson."

The lesson? I'm getting worried now. Here I am, lying with my bottom bared over the knees of an attractive young lady, and she is going to give me a Spanish lesson?

My apprehension is justified. "Before we start, let's practice some key words," she says. "Hermano."

"What?"

"Hermano. What does it mean?"

"Eh... Brother?"

She makes a ping! sound, like the app would if you answered a question correctly. I start laughing, but then she flexes her thigh muscles. The movement gently milks my cock. I stop laughing and I moan.

"Hacer."

"To... make? To do?"

Ping! And another thigh caress of my cock. So far, I like this test.

"Cada."

"Eh..." I take a while, and I notice her getting impatient. "Each?"

Ping! My cock gets another reward.

"Another correct solution would be 'Every'. Breakfast."

"What?"

"Breakfast," she says. "In Spanish, please."

"Eh... Desayudo?"

"Meep." She mimics the app's 'wrong answer' sound quite astutely, which makes me laugh again. But my laughter dies out quickly when I look back and see her produce a green leather paddle from her bag.

"Uh oh. The small print?" I say wearily.

"The small print. It's Desayuno. One smack on each cheek for the first mistake, two for the second, and so on. Until you run out of hearts."

"Run out of hearts?" My contribution to the conversation is annoyingly one-sided, limited to confusedly re-iterating her last words with a question mark at the end.

She ignores my question. Smack! Smack! The paddle lands on my upturned bottom. Oof. She is not holding back.

"Right. Now for the exercise. Let's see how far you get. Translate these sentences: How do you feel today?"

"Como.... te sientes... hoy"

"Ping! Very good." My hard cock gets a nice rub from her thighs. "Any accents or punctuation?"

I never paid attention to accents or punctuation in the app. "I... don't know?"

"There's an accent on Cómo and you forgot both the question marks. Three smacks on each cheek. But you lose no hearts because they're only small mistakes."

"Wait, what? But..." Smack! Smack! Smack! The paddle has already started landing on my bottom. Smack! Smack! Smack! Oddly, I find the whole situation rather exciting -- the risk of making mistakes, the submissive way I am sprawled over her knees, it's all turning me on quite a bit. The fact that each smack drives my hard cock between her thighs helps too. I moan again.

"Concentrate, will you? My husband loves listening to Spanish music."

"What?" I wasn't paying attention at all.

"My husband. Loves. Listening. To. Spanish music."

"Right, errr... Mi esposo... le.. gusta... listen to.... what was that again? musica, that's with an accent, española."

"Is that your answer?"

"Wait... wait... Mi esposo... le gusta... listen to I don't know, sorry, música española. Yeah, sorry, that's all I can come up with."

"Meep." Just as I expected. "Meep. Meep." Uh oh.

"A mi esposo." Smack, smack, smack, smack. It's my second mistake, so I get four smacks, two on each cheek. I realise with fright that if I keep going like this, I am going to rack up a painful spank count very quickly.

"Le gusta, no. Le encanta. Loves." I groan and brace myself for the six smacks. She delivers them with gusto to my rear end, driving my hard cock deeper between her thighs with each impact.

"And finally, 'listen to': that's escuchar. Ring a bell?" I nod, but it does not save me from the eight rather hard smacks she delivers to my back side. My behind is starting to tingle, and I'm sure my cheeks are reddening. I supress the urge to look because she is already presenting me with the next sentence.

"Where can I try on this shirt?"

"Donde, no wait. Upside down question mark, Donde," I must admit I am actually learning something here, "Dónde is with an accent on the o, puedo probar... esta camiseta?"

I am rather proud of my attempt and already expect a ping and a nice thigh massage on my cock. But to my dismay, my sexy owl mistress makes two 'meep' sounds. "Dónde was right, but it's ME puedo probar. And it's a camisa, not a camiseta. Pay attention, will you?" She rubs the paddle on my bum cheeks. "That's ten plus twelve, so twenty-two spanks. What's twenty-two in Spanish?"

"Veinti.... dos?"

"Spell that for me."

"V-e-i-n-t-i-d-o-s."

"Not bad, but you forgot the accent on the o. Two more spanks, that makes twenty-four. Oh, and you're out of lives. Do you wish to replenish your hearts?"

I groan wearily. "What happens if I don't?"

"You really haven't read the small print, haven't you?"

"Okay, okay, I'll replenish my hearts. How can I do that, watch an ad?"

She chuckles. "No, in the Stern Feedback programme, we have more... creative ways." She reaches into her green bag and produces two sleek metal anal plugs. "Do you want the large plug for ten lives, or the smaller one for five? I would advise the large one."

I groan again. "You would, would you? I think I'm taking the smaller one, thank you very much."

She shows me the plug again. Even though it's the smaller one, it looks more than large enough to me. The rhinestone on the end that is meant to protrude from the backside is shaped amusingly like an owl's head. Of course it's green. She makes me kiss and suck the plug, "to drive the lesson home" as she says. Then she takes a bottle of lube from her bag and lubes up my bumhole and the plug. With surprising care and gentleness, she slowly works the plug into my bottom, caressing my cheeks until the plug sets. "There, your hearts are all replenished. Now, the spanks."

I rest my head on my arms and try to relax as much as possible. I have never worn an anal plug before and the sensation is fascinating, to say the least. My bottom, which was already tingling from the sixteen paddle spanks I have received so far, is now also feeling quite full. It's not a sexy feeling per se, but the fact that this hot Owl Domina is making me wear it adds a deep dark layer of submissive eroticism to the experience.

"Right. Twenty-four spanks. Veinticuatro azotes con la paleta."

I moan when the paddle lands on my bum the first time. I immediately understand the attraction of wearing an anal plug now. The plug seems to transform the spank into an erotic thrill that I feel in my entire body, especially in my cock when it rubs enticingly against her naked thighs.

Smack!

I moan again.

Smack!

"Ohhhh...."

By the time she reaches twenty spanks, I am bucking and writhing on her lap, positively humping her thighs like a thing in heat. She laughs and delivers the final four spanks. Then she puts her hand in the small of my back to stop me from trying to ride her legs. "You're enjoying the Stern Feedback programme, aren't you." It's a statement, not a question, so she makes no errors with her question marks, upside down or otherwise. "I thought you would. So many young men do, you know. And young women."

I am so horny now that I hardly register what she is saying, but I do notice when she gives me the next sentence, because she squeezes my stinging bum cheek to get my attention. "You also feel happy."

"Errr... I do... More horny than happy though... Ohhh... I see. Tú, with an accent, right... Tú tambien te sientes féliz. There's an accent on the e."

"Meep. Meep. Two small mistakes. También has the accent, feliz does not. That's three spanks. Per cheek." I notice with some relief that the replenishing of the hearts has also reset the spank count, otherwise I would really be in trouble now. I take the six spanks like the happy man I am and bravely manage to suppress the urge to keep fucking her thighs when she stops.

"Do you want to go to Germany in the summer?" She asks, and I'm briefly confused again. Then I realise it's another sentence. Right.

"Upside down question mark. Quierres. Ir. En Alemaña. En el... Fuck. I forgot what summer was. En la nevara." I carefully spell out each word.

She laughs. "Meep. Meep. Meep. Meep. Meep. Five mistakes in one sentence. You're out of hearts again. I told you to take the big plug, didn't I?"

"Five mistakes? What?" I'm confused, worried, and, let's face it, horny as hell.

"Quieres, one R. A Alemania, not En Alemaña. That's two more, so three. El verano. La nevera, and you should know by now it's la nevera, not la nevara, is the fridge. Plus, you forgot the closing question mark. How many spanks will you get?"

I groan in frustration. Now she's also given me a math test. Where was I? I already had one and two spanks, so these errors would be three, four, five, six, and... seven? That's...

"Oh don't bother." I can practically feel her roll her eyes. "Twenty-five spanks per cheek." She massages my behind to drive the point home. "And you will need to replenish your hearts again."

I moan. "The big plug?"

"No, it's too late for that. But there's another service you can provide. It's all in the small print." She smacks my bum and I squeal. "On your knees in front of me."

She lets me slide off her knees. My hard cock, free from her thighs, points upwards accusingly as I kneel before my bed. She hikes up her skirt and spreads her legs, planting them securely on either side of me. I stare at the tops of her thighs and her pussy. The gusset of her green thong is soaked. There's an actual picture of the owl avatar on the front of her knickers. This makes me laugh. "Corporate swag undies?"

"No jokes," she says matter-of-factly. She slides her thong to the side and grabs my hair to pull my face into her glistening folds. I know immediately what my task is this time and start licking and sucking as if all five lives depend on it. She holds my head, pushing me into her crotch. Within minutes, she comes violently, gushing her juices on my face.

She keeps my face pressed to her pussy while she recovers, and I keep planting small licks and kisses on her labia to prolong the sensations. Then, she pulls me up again. Her face is flushed, and her nipples are rock-hard. "Get back over my lap, Alex031991."

I eagerly comply, moaning as she once again traps my cock between her thighs, which are soaked with her juices. She absentmindedly rubs my upturned bottom and fondles the plug. "Now, where were we?"

"A new sentence?" I try, but she laughs and smacks my bum.

"You still need to pay for your mistakes, user. Twenty-five on each cheek. Count from twenty to twenty-five for me. In Spanish."

"Veinte, veintiuno, veintidós, with the accent, veintitrés, another accent, veinticuatro, veinticinco."

"Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!" Each ping is accompanied by a delicious milking movement from her thighs. "Well done! We'll take away five spanks on each cheek for those good answers."

She rubs her green leather paddle on my cheeks. I risk looking back, and indeed, my bum is already quite red, colouring rather nicely with the green paddle, all the green in her costume, and the red of her hair. I moan as I watch her spank me once, twice, three, four times.

Smack!

She pushes me back down so my head rests on my arm again.

Smack!

The anal plug continues to concentrate the sensations, as if it creates a direct pathway from the spanks to my cock, which rubs against her thighs with each impact again. I moan, and I hear her laugh, flexing her thigh muscles to enhance the friction.

Smack!

"Ohhh..."

Smack!

"Hmmm..."

I am bucking and writhing on her lap, raising my bum to receive the spank, and then driving my cock as deep as possible between her legs when the paddle hits.

"Yessss..." I moan, "Yessss..."

"I suppose you mean Sí?" she asks, spanking me even harder than before.

"Sí..." I moan, "With an... ohhh.... accent... Ohhh, SÍ!!!"

She moves her thigh muscles again as a reward. Smack! Another spank lands.

Too soon, we reach the end of my punishment. My behind is stinging and burning, and I don't think I can take much more, but I am also more aroused than I have ever been. I am panting and moaning over her lap. My hips keep making small rocking motions to keep the delicious friction of her thighs on my cock going. If only she'd spank me some more, then I might be able to come. "Ohhh...."

"Well, Alex031991, we have almost reached the end of this Stern Feedback session. One more sentence. Are you ready?"

"Is that the sentence?"

She laughs. "No. That was just me asking if you were ready. You look a bit... disheveled." She massages my stinging bum and I moan again, bucking my hips.

"The sentence is: I am very cold, you are very thirsty."

Wait, aren't those two questions in one? I am too far gone to complain about the unfairness. Besides, I am sure I know this one. Let's see....

"Tengo mucho frio, tienes mucha sed. Frío! With an accent on the i!" I blurt out just in time. I am exceptionally pleased with the fact that I have caught the hidden trick question as well: the mucho/mucha conundrum. I arch my back, submissively offering her my behind for whatever rewards or punishments she wants to dole out based on my answer.

"Ping! Ping! Very good!" She exclaims, squeezing her thighs around my cock with each ping.

I moan, and try to buck my hips again. I'm almost disappointed that there are no more spanks, already missing the delicious friction on my cock each time the paddle lands.

For a moment, she has me idly wondering what the next challenge will be, but there are no more sentences. Instead, "Tah-daaah!!!", she mimicks the sound of achieving a level.

'Great', I think. 'She's going to make me watch an ad now.'

But I'm wrong. Apparently, I have earned a reward. She helps me up from her lap and makes me sit down on the bed. I wince when I register the combined sensations of sitting on a thoroughly spanked bottom and an anal plug. She, meanwhile, quickly sheds her bra, her skirt, and her thong. The owl cap and the thigh-high stockings stay on.

Then, she crawls onto my lap and mounts me. My hard cock slides into her eager pussy. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. "Well done, Alex031991. Good user."

We both moan as she rides me towards a glorious orgasm. She pulls my face against her full round tits. I kiss and suck her hard pebbling nipples. This is what I call a reward, indeed. Within five minutes, we both come, with me only seconds behind her.

We collapse onto the bed, her on top of me, and both start laughing uncontrollably.

"Wow, that was.... different," she says.

"It was, babes. It was incredibly hot, admit it. Thank you for trying this out for me."

"I was a bit sceptical at first," she chuckles. "The outfit and all.... I couldn't stop laughing when I tried it on. But you were right. Wow. This was hot."

I kiss her again.

"I guess that means you'll take your Spanish lessons a bit more seriously now?"

"Well... Maybe. Whatever it takes to avoid that large anal plug."

She laughs again.

"And you?" I ask her. "How is your French course coming along?"

"Not so good," she admits with a blush. "I might need to sign up for the Stern Feedback programme as well..."