8 comments/ 79235 views/ 14 favorites Bridget By: adsfghjkl123 Everyone in this story is at least the age of 18. Please rate and comment if you would like me to continue the series! ++++ Ever notice how some girls just have perfect blowjob faces? How, from the second you look at them, you know that their face would look so much better covered in your hot, sticky cum? Bridget was one of those girls, and John stared at her from across the room, imagining that he was receiving that blowjob and giving that facial. Her dark brown hair had streaks of lighter brown, and fell from her head in tight curls that ended at her shoulder blades. Her tits were nicely sized, perhaps a large C cup, but more than adequate. In John's eyes, her figure was perfect: not too skinny, and curvy without being excessive. She wore a bit of mascara to accent her brown eyes, but it wasn't really needed. Today, she was wearing a tightly-fitting sweatshirt with a white tank top underneath. Her sweatshirt was unzipped, and she was displaying an impressive amount of cleavage an 18 year old high school senior. John rearranged his cock in his sweatpants so as not to draw attention to it – even in the back of the room, it wouldn't have been difficult for someone to notice its arousal if they had glanced at him, especially with a cock that was more than 7 inches long. He scolded himself silently for thinking in such a way about his sister's best friend, but he had really noticed how she had developed into a beautiful woman in the last couple years, but tried to suppress such thoughts. He knew it was very unlikely that she would even entertain the possibility of spending any time with him. After all, she thought of him almost as a brother, or so he thought. John glanced back at his teacher, and resumed paying attention as she began describing the class's project. In partners, they were to write and act out a play that was abstract and unusual. The teacher posted the list of partners on the door as the bell rang, and the class rushed to the door to see who they were working with. John fought his way through some shorter guys and looked the list down, scanning for his name. His heart leapt as he saw that he had been paired with Bridget. This should be a good way to spend some time with her, John mused. Bridget approached him and smiled. "Hey, John, looks like we're going to be partners," she said. "Yeah, I guess so – too bad for me, huh," John joked. Bridget tried to replace her smile with a dirty look, but didn't quite succeed, and John laughed. "When do you want to meet up to work on it?" "Well, I have field hockey practice after school. How about at like 5:00 at my house?" she suggested. "Sounds fine to me. I'll be there," John said as the two parted ways and headed to their next classes. ++++ As the bell rang signaling the end of the day, John strode out into the student parking lot. He removed the helmet from the back of his Honda sportbike, and strapped it to his head before swinging a leg over the bike and flicking the starter. He wasn't sure if he was going to make it through this study session – it would be very hard for Bridget to ignore his inevitable signs of his arousal. He felt his cock stirring in his pants as he turned out of the school parking lot toward his house. ++++ Bridget walked off the field from her field hockey practice exhausted. She stepped into the team's locker room and quickly removed her uniform. She quickly walked to the shower wearing just her sports bra and her nylon shorts that she wore under her plaid field hockey skirt. The showers frequently ran out of hot water, and if you weren't among the first in, you would be freezing and have to wait until you got home. She hung her towel on the rack by the entrance to the ring of shower heads, and turned on one. AS she waited for the water to warm up, she removed her sports bra, freeing her luscious tits. She had always been quite proud of the C cups. They hung from her chest nicely, barely sagging at all. Her large, dark brown nipples grew impressively hard when she was aroused. She gave the doorway a quick glance before briefly feeling herself up, and pinching her nipples between her fingers, feeling them tighten into little nubs. Hearing her teammates approach, she stuck her hand under the water, and stepped into the shower. Only her friends, Katherine and Kristen had decided to stay for showers. Katherine had long red hair that reached the middle of her back, and Kristen's blonde hair went just past her shoulders. Neither girl had their tops on, and both wore spandex leggings that reached mid-thigh. Katherine's tits were slightly smaller than Bridgets, and were capped with little red nipples that had screwed themselves into knots, presumably from the cold of the locker room. Kristen's breasts were even smaller. They had literally no sag, and were capped with bright pink nipples. Bridget acknowledged her friends as she removed her spandex, exposing her smoothly shaven pussy. She grabbed her shampoo and began washing her hair. As the soap ran down her skin, she took the opportunity to discreetly rub her own pussy, which was already wet and begging for attention. Though she definitely was interested in men, she had to admit that her teammates were pretty hot. She guessed it was also partly because of her anxiety for her meeting with John earlier. She had always liked him, and couldn't imagine how he had missed her more-than-obvious displays of her affection. Oh, well. She moved aside as Katherine and Kristen joined her under the shower head. They had also removed their clothes, and the shower consisted of a fair amount of grabbing and giggling amongst the girls. Bridget excused herself after she finished washing up. She ran the towel over her body as she walked back to her locker, where she kept her outfit for later. Her perky nipples were standing out prominently in front of her, and the tweaked them with both fingers and sighed with pleasure. No, she said to herself, she'd have to wait until later for that. She removed her clothes from her locker, and pulled her white lacy thong up her legs. The back of it settled nicely into the crack of her ass, which she had been told was perfect. Personally, she thought it was a bit large, but if guys liked it, she didn't mind. Her denim miniskirt came next, not even covering half of her tanned legs. Finally, she pulled on a lacy white bra, and a tank top that barely contained her tits. Turning to the mirror, she applied a bit of makeup, and dried and brushed her hair. Satisfied, she grabbed her car keys and left the locker room, anticipating her "study session" with John. ++++ John walked up the steps to Bridget's house, and was about to knock on the door when it opened. Bridget was wearing a tye-dye tank top that the tanned tops of her large tits, and a very short denim miniskirt. John felt his cock stir in his pants as he looked her over, and knew it was going to be a very long day. "Hey, John, come in!" Bridget said happily, holding the door open for him. "Thanks," he said, stepping into the palatial house. To his right was a living room furnished with a thick red carpet and large, white leather couches. Bridget turned toward this room and led him in. "What's up?" she asked, plopping her round ass down on a seat and crossing her legs instinctively. "Nothing much," John replied, "How have you been?" "Pretty good. Field hockey was horrible today," Bridget responded, "we had to run 3 miles." "That's not too bad," John said, an accomplished cross country runner himself. "Hah, well it was for me," she said. "What makes things worse is that our coach is such a pervert. When he makes us run, he always stares at our butts and our boobs." Laughing, she added, "I guess he doesn't think that we notice, but it's pretty gross." "Well, I could hardly blame him for watching you run around," John replied teasingly. Bridget smiled and blushed. "Well, it's not as bad if you're not 20 years older than me." "Well, that's good. So what were you thinking for our project," John asked. The two discussed the project for almost a half an hour, by which time John's cock physically hurt. Bridget's top had begun sagging, revealing more and more of her tits. He could almost see the tips of her nipples when she bent down the right way. Also, her skirt had been riding itself up higher and higher on her ass, to the point where crossing her legs was almost pointless. Bridget, on the other hand, had noticed the huge bulge in her best friend's twin's pants, and his eyes as they covered her body. Her own pussy had dampened her panties with anticipation of what she knew was going to happen next. She had noticed that his flirting had gotten bolder as he grew more confident and turned on. By this point, the conversation had drifted far away from their project. Nervously, Bridget decided to take the plunge. "Alright, well I think we've gotten a lot done today. Do you want to stick around for a while and just hang out? There's a hot tub out back that we could have a nice time in..." John's erection surged in his pants as he responded, "That sounds great! Do you want me to go home and grab a swimsuit?" "You can just wear your boxers. I usually don't wear anything when I go in, but I suppose I'll go change," Bridget said. "Okay, I'll wait here for you to change," John said, eagerly awaiting seeing his attractive friend in a swimsuit. Bridget ran up the stairs to her room, where she stripped out of her clothing. She looked in her mirror, seeing her erect nipples on the ends of her large, supple breasts. A hand trailed down between her legs, making sure her pussy was still as smooth as it had been that morning when she had shaved the stubble that had grown. Satisfied, she turned to her closet, and removed her sexiest, tiniest swimsuit. The bright red bikini had little triangles that barely covered her brown nipples, but exposed almost all of her darkly tanned tits. The bottoms were thong-styled, with tiny fabric that ran around her waist and down the crack of her ass, enlarging to a wider portion that covered, but clung to the lips of her pussy. She pulled on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and grabbed two towels on her way back down the stairs. "Hey, you ready," Bridget asked John. "Sure am," John replied, standing up and following Bridget out onto her back patio. She removed the cover from the hot tub, put the towels on the patio table, and turned to John before removing her sweatshirt. John's jaw dropped, and his cock surged in his pants as he saw what she was wearing. The tiny red bikini barely covered her nipples, let alone the rest of her huge breasts. As she turned around and removed her sweatpants, John saw her fantastic ass and the tiny strip of red fabric between her cheeks. Bridget smiled at John, seeing his huge cock straining at his pants, and knew she was driving her crazy. Knowing that she was the one who was turning him on caused her pussy to dampen more, and she knew it had probably already formed a wet spot on her skimpy bikini. John removed his shirt, exposing his tanned torso, and then removed his shoes. Nervously, he unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. His 7" of cock sprung out of its captivity, eagerly pointing outward and tenting his boxers. "Ohh, yummy. I think I'll take that as a compliment," she giggled before climbing the steps into the hot tub. John followed, his cock swaying between his legs. Once he was submerged in the bubbles of the hot tub, he was immediately more comfortable, knowing his arousal wasn't as obvious. He looked over at Bridget, and couldn't believe what was happening to him. Her nipples had formed obvious points in the fabric of her top, which clung to her, hiding very little. "So John. I think we should play a game," Bridget said with a sly smile. "Sounds good to me...what do you want to play?" John asked. "How about truth or dare," Bridget said. "How could I refuse an offer like that," John said, "why don't you go first." "Okay. Truth or dare?" "Truth," John said, not knowing how far Bridget wanted the game to go. Bridget thought for a minute before thinking of a question. "What's the furthest you've ever gone with a girl?" John laughed and blushed a little before answering. "Junior year I lost my virginity to Jane Sonesky at the junior prom after party," he said. "Really?! You and Jane?! No way!" Bridget exclaimed. "Yeah, I know, right?" John laughed. "Okay, your turn. Truth or dare." "Truth." "What's the furthest you've been with a guy," John said without hesitation. "Last summer Billy McDonald fingered me at a party. He wanted to fuck me but I wouldn't let him," Bridget said, smiling at the memory of Billy's disappointment. "Your turn. Truth or dare." "Dare," John said, wondering how far Bridget was willing to take the game. Immediately, Bridget responded, "give me your boxers." John lifted his ass off of the seat of the hot tub to remove his boxers. He passed them across the hot tub to Bridget, who smiled and ran her fingers over them. "Your turn," John said. "Dare." "I dare you to give me a lapdance," John said with a smile. Bridget laughed, and suddenly felt nervous. "What if he doesn't like it," she thought to herself. She rose from the seat of the hot tub, and moved across to John. Turning away from him, she sat down on his lap, moving her ass back and forth on his legs as a tease of what was to come. She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back to his cock. She felt it immediately, and began rubbing her ass against it, feeling it between her cheeks. John's hands wandered up her sides, and cupped her tits. John felt her tits before moving his hands to her back and untying the top. It fell into the water as John began feeling her tits and pinching her nipples sensually. Bridget moaned as she felt John's ministrations on her tits, and rubbed her ass harder onto his huge cock. "Turn around," John said to her. Bridget spun around, and began rubbing her smooth pussy against John's cock. As she ground her pussy harder and harder onto John's bare cock, she felt John's lips on hers. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, darting it in and out. The sensual kiss lasted for ages. John kissed Bridget passionately as she continued to grind her crotch harder and harder against his raging hard on. Her tits filled his hands, the hard nipples between his fingers. John broke the kiss and rose to sit on the edge of the hot tub, with just his legs in the water. Bridget knelt on the seat and grabbed his cock with her hand. Sensually, she kissed and playfully licked the head of John's cock while pumping up and down with her hand. Gradually, she began to suck his cock, and take more and more of it into her mouth. John groaned with pleasure as she began giving him a blowjob. He could feel her swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as her head bobbed up and down on his crotch. Bridget could feel the end of John's cock poking at her throat, and she pressed harder and harder, trying to take as much of it as she could. "Ohhhh, Bridget, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," John moaned, "let me cum on your face," he begged, thrusting his hips up and down to match the bobs of her head. Bridget felt John's cock grow bigger in her mouth in the seconds before he came. After she felt the first spasm of his jizz hit the back of her throat, she pulled the cock from her mouth, and let the remaining spurts cover her face and her tits. After he finished cumming, John looked down at Bridget as she stared up at him. Her face was covered in his sperm, and it was running down her cheek. Her tits had also been sprayed by his powerful eruption, and she looked exactly like he had fantasized. She swallowed, and began wiping the sperm off her face and tits with her hands, licking it off her fingers. John slid back into the pool, and exchanged places with Bridget. As she sat down, she slid the bottoms of her panties down, and spread her legs wide, encouraging John to lick her. He knelt where Bridget had moments ago, and began licking up and down her thighs, nearing her pussy but never touching it. Bridget moaned, feeling her pussy burning for attention. She was begging John to pleasure her, but he refused, insisting on taking his time. John reached up, and used his hands to pull apart her pussy lips. He began tonguing Bridget's clit, occasionally taking between his lips and sucking on it. His face already covered with her copious juices, John took his tongue and began plunging it in and out of her tight, virgin hole. He inserted a finger, then two, and continued licking her clit and lips eagerly. Bridget was moaning uncontrollably, and felt her orgasm building. When she reached the opint of no return, she began screaming with pleasure, bucking her hips against his fingers and pulling his head into her pussy with her hand. When she came, she did so violently. Her whole body was spasming, and John felt her pussy contracting against his fingers. "Oh, John, I want you in me, I want you to fuck me." Eagerly, the two teens jumped out of the hot tub and ran inside. Bridget's pussy dripping wet, she lay down on her back on the couch. Her perky tits poked up in the air, and her legs were spread wide, exposing her hot pussy. John's cock swung back and forth between his legs. He climbed over Brdiget, his cock swinging down and hitting her stomach as he lay down. Passionately, the two kissed, their bodies pressed together. John felt her tits being pressed into his chest, and his cock pressing into her stomach. With his hand, he began cupping and toying with Bridget's sticky, wet cunt, before she broke the kiss. "Oh, please, John, please fuck me," she begged. John raised his hips, and Bridget positioned his cock at the entrance to her virgin slit. Slowly, John began pushing his cock into her. Her pussy gripped him so tightly, he almost came as soon as the head of his cock entered her. He continued slowly entering her until he felt the top of his dick press against her hymen. John looked down at Bridget questioningly. She nodded, giving him permission to break her cherry. With one swift action, John pushed his cock all the way into her, feeling hymen break way, and the tight walls of her vagina squeezing his dick. Bridget cried out in pain as she felt John's monstrous cock tear through her hymen and lodge itself deep within her pussy. She felt tears streaming down her face, and begged john to wait, and let her adjust to his massive cock. John kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue, and feeling hers react and dance with his. Bridget felt the pain that was surging from her crotch slowly turn to pleasure, and began begging John to fuck her. Slowly, John began plunging his cock in and out of her pussy, removing it all the way, and then burying it until his pubic bone was pressed against her. He began fucking her faster, and his balls began slapping against her ass. Bridget was moaning, louder and louder, until she came violently. John felt her pussy walls clenching onto his dick as he continued to fuck her through her mind-blowing orgasm. Bridget couldn't even control herself as she yelled loudly, feeling her body lose control and thrash about through her intense orgasm. The two stopped, and collapsed on one another, exhausted. ++++ Please comment and rate if you want me to continue this series! Bridget At It Again Bridget was in college and working on a final project for her class. She was getting frustrated as she could not figure out the code she needed to make her project work. She done some research online and found an instructor that could help her out. She sent Fed the instructor her problem and he told her for a small fee he could help her out and fix the site for her. Bridget immediately sent a payment over to Fred and within minutes he had sent her the code she needed. She inserted the code in her project and low and behold the site worked. She was so relieved to have her site up and running she never thought about what she had just done to get it to work. As the night moved on Andy her husband had come home. Andy asked Bridget how her day went and if she had worked on her homework like he had asked her to do that morning as he left for work. Bridget hugged Andy and told him yes she had finished her homework. Andy gave her a playful smack on the butt as he hugged and kissed her. That night as they lay in bed talking Andy asked her how much more homework she had to do. Bridget told him she had a lot to do yet but she was finally getting the hang of coding. Andy smiled and told her he knew she could do it. The next morning Bridget and Andy arose. The sun was shining and it was a new day. As Andy left for work he again told Bridget to work on her homework and try and get a head in class. Bridget told Andy she would do her best. Bridget set down at the table and began her class work. Once again she was stuck on a code to make her site come up and work. Well she thought Fred helped her yesterday maybe he could help her out again today. She emailed Fred and of course he would help her all he could. Bridget sent Fred her problem and sure enough Fred knew how to code it. Fred told Bridget for twenty dollars he would send her the working code. Once again Bridget sent a payment to Fred and he in turn sent her the code. She got the homework done and turned in. Soon it was time for Andy to come home from work. They had another relaxing evening talking about their day. That night as Bridget listened to Andy sleep, thoughts of what she had done started to get to her. Bridget started to feel guilty for asking Fred for help. It wasn't just the help it was paying him to do her work for her. She knew she could do the work. That night Bridget decided she was going to buckle down and try harder to understand the code and how to make a website work. Morning came and once again Andy left for work and Bridget sat down to do homework. Once again she was stuck. She looked at examples in her book on how to do the code to make her site work. She was so positive last night she could do this and now she was once again frustrated. She rationalized contacting Fred again. What would it hurt to ask him for help one more time? She talked herself right into emailing Fred. She knew once Fred sent her the code and she looked at it she understood exactly what it was she was doing wrong. So again she paid Fred for the code to get her website to work. Andy got home from work and found Bridget cranky. Bridget was starting to feel very guilty for paying Fred to help her. She was so guilty she was taking it out on Andy. When Andy asked Bridget how her day went and how homework was going, she snapped at him and told him everything was fine why did he always have to ask how her homework went? Immediately Bridget was sorry for lashing out like she did to Andy. Andy took Bridget by the arm and walked her over to the dining room table. He undone her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. Now young lady put your hands on the table. As she done so she heard his belt come off. Smackkkkkkkk, smackkkkkkkkkkkk, smackkkkkkkkkkkk, smackkkkkkkk, smackkkkkkkkkkkk Andy told Bridget to turn around and look at him. Bridget got up and looked at Andy. Do you care to tell me what that was all about young lady? Bridget just looked at Andy. I-I-I'm sorry Sir. It was just a bad day today. I didn't mean to take it out on you. Andy smiled and hugged Bridget. Can I put my belt back on now or do you need more? You can put your belt back on Sir, she stated and pulled up her pants as well. As they lay in bed talking that night Bridget thanked Andy for spanking her. She told Andy that is just what she needed and was better. Andy hugged her and asked her again if she was alright. She assured Andy she was fine and fell asleep on his chest. As the next few days went on Bridget was feeling guiltier for asking Fred for help. She was so consumed in guilt and her thoughts she didn't hear Andy come in the house. Andy walked up to Bridget and she jumped. Andy held out a billing statement and Bridget froze. She knew from just viewing the name on the statement what was next. Bridget, would you mind telling me who Fred is and why you sent him three different payments? Bridget just stood there looking at Andy. BRIDGET, Andy's voice brought her back to his attention, whose Fred and what are these payments for? Bridget found her voice. Fred is a friend of mine and he was helping me understand my coding assignments. You paid someone to do your homework, stated Andy? N-n-o-o-o sir, it isn't like that sir. Why don't you tell me what it is like then young lady? Bridget lowered her head. She had felt guilty for days and now she had been caught. I am waiting for an answer young lady. Bridget turned and walked to their bedroom leaving Andy holding the statement wondering what was really going on. Andy sat down and told himself Bridget needed a few minutes alone to think and he needed a few minutes to calm down. One thing Andy never done was punish Bridget in anger. Bridget was in their bedroom. She was so filled with guilt she walked over to the corner, lowered her pants and panties to her knees and placed her hands on her head. She stood there thinking. Her mind was going in a million different directions. She knew what she done was wrong and she knew Andy deserved to know the truth. She also knew she deserved to be punished. Fifteen, twenty, thirty minutes had passed and Bridget was still standing in the corner. She was not ordered to go to the corner she had done this on her own. Andy was in the living room and had calmed down and decided he should go check on Bridget and get to the bottom of what was going on. He walked in their bedroom and was surprised to see Bridget standing in the corner with her pants and panties down. Andy had never seen his wife do this before. He walked up behind Bridget and asked her to turn around and look at him. Bridget obeyed and turned around. One look at Bridget's face told Andy she was hurting and ready to break. I think we need to get the hairbrush and have you lay you over my lap don't we, stated Andy? Yes sir said Bridget. Andy picked up the hairbrush that was beside them on the dresser and sat on the bed telling Bridget to come over to him and lay across his lap. She walked over to Andy and lay over his lap. Smackkkk, smackkkkkk, smackkkkkkkkkk, smackkkkkkk Andy swatted the left cheek then the right cheek smackkkkkkkk, smackkkkkkk, smackkkkkk, smackkkkkkk Bridget had started to kick as the smacks landed one after another, one smack to the right cheek, one smack the left cheek, right, left, hard smacks kept landing on her bottom. Bridget had kicked her pants and panties off, her bottom was burning and she started to beg Andy to stop spanking her. I'm sorry, stop please stop. Andy set the hairbrush beside him and told Bridget to kneel in front of him. She slid off his lap and knelt before him. Now, look at me. Bridget looked up at Andy. I want to know what is going on and I don't want any beating around the bush do you understand me young lady? Yes sir she said. Explain to me who Fred is and why you paid him. Bridget started from the beginning telling Andy she was lost in her homework and didn't mean to get in as deep as she was. She told him she had felt guilty for days about paying Fred for helping her understand code but she just couldn't bring herself to tell him. I see said Andy. Is that why you came in here to the corner? You knew you deserved to be punished and couldn't ask me to punish you so you came to the corner knowing I would come in and take over? Yes sir she said lowering her head. Andy took his hands and lifted her chin up to meet his eyes. You know you will be punished severely for this don't you? Yes sir. Strip and go back to the corner but this time I want you kneeling there with your hands on your head. Bridget stood up and took off her clothes and walked to the corner and knelt down placing her hands on her head. She could hear Andy move about the bedroom but did not know what he was doing. Andy walked up behind Bridget. He reached around her and clamped her right nipple with the clamps he had. Next he clamped her left nipple. He picked the chain from the clamps up and moved it to her lips. Put this in your mouth. Do NOT let it fall out of your mouth. He walked away to finish getting his implements out that he had planned to punish her with. Fifteen minutes had passed. Andy again walked up to Bridget, this time with a bowl of warm soapy water and a syringe. Young lady, I want you to back up away from the corner place your hands on the floor and remain kneeling, butt out for me and do NOT let the chain come out of your mouth. Slowly Bridget done as instructed. She moaned as the chain pulled on her nipples but she did not let it drop from her mouth. Andy filled the syringe and inserted it in her butt hole filling her up. After inserting her bottom with the soapy water 6 times he placed a butt plug in her bottom. He told her she was not to move out of position. Andy got up and emptied the left over water in the bathroom sink leaving Bridget as she was on the floor. He knew he was hard on her but this time he had to be. He walked back over to Bridget and told her he would not tolerate cheating of any kind and paying someone to do your homework was definitely not acceptable. I am going to teach you a lesson you will not soon forget young lady. Bridget just knelt there in position afraid to move for fear of losing the butt plug or dropping the chain from her mouth. Andy reached down and moved the butt plug in and out of her slowly. Bridget began to moan. Do you have to use the bathroom young lady? Bridget motioned her head yes. Andy smiled although Bridget could not see it. He shoved the butt plug hard in her bottom and told her good, you're being punished. You will remain in this position for another 10 minutes and if you're a good girl and don't drop the chain and leave the butt plug in your bottom I might just let you up to go potty. If the plug comes out or the chain drops we will begin again understand? She just nodded her head. Andy walked over to the bed and sat down. He hated to be hard on his wife but this time he had to be. Seeing Bridget kneeling in the corner struggling not to let the plug come out or chain drop he knew was true punishment for her. He had never had to punish his wife in this manner before. Sure they had fun using the nipple clamps and fun enemas before but this time was different. Ten minutes had passed and Andy walked over to Bridget and told her to stand up and not let the butt plug come out or chain drop. Slowly she stood up. Andy took the chain from the clamps and pulled off the nipple clamps. Bridget let out a yelp and went to rub her nipples but Andy grabbed her wrist and stopped her before she could do so. I wouldn't even think of rubbing your nips right now young lady unless you want to have the clamps on you again only for an hour this time. Yes sir is all she said. Now would you like to go to the bathroom? Yes please. He walked Bridget to the bathroom and told her to bend over and he would pull out the butt plug. As he done so she sat down fast and expelled herself. Andy stood there and placed both of her nipples between his fingers rolling them around and feeling how hard they were. Please Sir, can't I even go to the bathroom without you in here? Andy lifted his hand smackkkkkkk down it landed on her right thigh. Owwwwwww. Do you have anything else to say to me? No Sir she said. Again he placed his fingers on her nips and rolled them around. They were tender from the clamps but he was making her horny and he knew it. He also knew this was punishment and she was not allowed to cum while being punished. Andy stopped and walked out telling Bridget when she was done to lay on the bed she was getting canned. Bridget got up and went to the bed. She just wanted this over with. She lay down on her stomach Andy told her to get up. He propped 4 pillows under her hips and told her to lie across them. She knew better than to argue and done as she was told. Andy took the butt plug and inserted it in her bottom. He told her she was a bad girl and would wear the plug all night. He picked up the cane and swoooooooooshhhhhh, down came the first stroke across her bottom. Now young lady, you are getting 20 strokes across your thighs, if you move out of position we will start from one again do you understand me? Please Sir not that many. Swoooooooooosh, excuse me? Do you make the rules? No sir. What did I just say? Swoooooooooosh another crack across her bottom. I was getting 20 strokes across my thighs. Swooooooooosh, swoooooooosh, owwwwwwwwww swooooooosh, stop, swooooooosh , I'm sorry sir swooooooooooooooosh, one stroke after another landed across her thighs. Swowwwwwsh, swooooooosh, please stop. Andy ignored her pleas and continued to lay the strokes on her thighs swooooooooosh, swoooooooosh, swoooooooooosh. After all 20 strokes had been given Andy picked up the paddle and as she remained laying over the pillows he sat next to her and began to paddle her bottom. Smackkkkkk, smackkkkkkkkk owwwwwwwww Bridget began to kick her legs smackkkk, smackkkk, smackkkkkkkkk stop please Andy held her down and continued to lay the paddle into her bottom smackkkkkkkk, smackkkkkkkk Bridget soon stopped fighting him and just broke down and cried. Smackkkkk, smackkkkkk, smackkkkkk She was sobbing and didn't realize Andy had stopped the paddling. He picked up the lotion and rubbed some lotion on her tender bottom as she lay there calming down, massaging her back and thighs and bottom until she was totally relaxed and calm. Andy lay beside Bridget and hugged her tight. Thank you sir she told him. Why did you do it Bridget? I don't know Sir she told him. I know I can do the work, I just got scared that I would fail and wanted to make sure I understood the work. I did learn from the code he sent me Sir. I don't want you to pay anyone for answers again do you understand me? Yes sir she said. Is that butt plug still in you tight? Her face turned red as she said yes sir. Good girl. You can think about your actions while you sleep with it in you tonight. In the morning you can get up and stand in the corner and think about your actions lately. When you think you can remain positive about class you can take the plug out and work on homework. Understand? Yes sir. With that they fell asleep in each other's arms.