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Discipline

By: Sexecclectic





I grabbed a fistful of hair, my other hand locked around her upper arm. I pushed her into the dark room. The only light that coming through the door from the hallway.

"If you wanna play that bitch game baby, I've got you covered, no problem you little shit." With that I spun her firmly to the right, slamming her into the wall. The air gave a "whoosh" sound as it left her body. I could feel her weaken a bit, her knees giving the slightest hint. But not so much that she couldn't attempt to break from my grip and try to slap me. She's kind of strong. I caught her wrist in mid-flight.

"Nasty little bitch," I smiled at her.

She struggled a little more. I tightened my grip on her wrists as she called me loving little names. "Fuck you, son of a bitch." I could feel the spittle on my cheeks.

So, I slammed her quickly and unexpectedly with my whole body pinning her against the wall. She moaned as I pressed into her. That made me hard. I clamped my mouth over hers and the little bitch bit my lip. 

I thrust my hips into her almost as hard as I could. And while she gasped for air I threw her around me 180 degrees, using her own weight for momentum to toss her on the bed. She had no time to react as I hurtled through the air only inches behind her own flight, landing right on top of her chest. One knee on either side of her ribs.

Locking me knees tight against her to stop any squirming, I pinned her left arm with mine. My free hand grabbed the rope tied to the bedpost and lashed off her wrist. I like to keep the ropes on the bedposts just in case of situations like this. Almost every lady requires discipline at some point. I repeated the process on her right wrist.

With wrists secured I slid down past her hips onto her upper thighs, while she sneered at me. "What are you doing to me you bastard? Gonna try to get it up and fuck me? You ain't man enough."

I leaned forward and licked her gently on the cheek as I chuckled. Then I reached back towards the footboard and took the rope from that post, tying her left ankle. Then the right one. I pulled her legs as far to the outside edges of the bed as possible. She had little room to move them.

"Big macho fuck, huh? What are you gonna do now? My jeans are so fucking tight you'll never get them..." She stopped cold when I flicked open the Buck skinning knife. The light from the hallway glistened along its blade. I crept back up her body and leaned into her neck. She squirmed and thrashed as best as she could in the darkness of the room. But she couldn't escape my mouth as I bit into the side of her neck again. She moaned louder, I just get harder. I know where this little bitch lives. I sucked on her neck. Licked it. Bit her more. Pulled the skin into my mouth as hard as I could and gave her a nasty hickey. "If you don't want more of this, you'd best keep that foul mouth of yours in check."

"Fuck you!" she screamed out. "Fuck...you!" I tore into the base of her neck on the opposite side. I bit, pulled, sucked, chewed and made a mess of it. Her hips were beginning to have a life of their own. They were trying to grind against me. I raised my body to keep her from using me for pleasure. I'd be the one doing the using tonight. 

I leaned over and turned on the light on the nightstand. Her eyes instinctively narrowed. But then widened as I put the knife in front of her face. Rotating it and showing her it's simple yet beautiful shape. I could feel her swallow nervously. I grabbed the neckline of her sliky pullover top, then put the blade to it, running from top to bottom like cutting butter.

"You fucking asshole! I spent $50 on that!"

I leaned down to her with my mouth at her ear and whispered "You'll be begging me to take that $50 as a down payment for tonight when I'm done with you." I ran my tongue up the side of her face for a taste. She tried hard to catch it with her mouth. "And you want it so bad don't you?"

I began to slowly grind my hips into hers. She returned the action. I bit her neck again. I chewed on her a little, pulling on the piercings. I crammed my tongue into her ear as deep as I could. She began to buck, moan and breath deep. "No, no, my little slut. Not just yet. You wanna make fuck don't you. Not now. Maybe not at all. Unless I want it. You're here for my use. Do you understand?"

"You bastard."

"That will never do. Try saying 'You're a bastard, master.' Try that."

"Fuck that. Nobody tells me what to do."

"We'll see about that, won't we?"

I sat the blade down on the nightstand. I didn't want any accidents. Who could say what sort of frenzy the sight and smell of blood might send me into.

I returned to her shirt, pulling back the sides to expose a lacy white bra. It held a pair of very large, sweet tits. I sat up straight and massaged them for a few moments until the nipples began to spike. I pinched them through the material, quick, light pinches. Taking the knife in hand, I slide the flat of the blade under the bra between her tits, then I quickly jerked the blade upward, cutting the material in half. Those incredible, lush melons sprung free as though they'd been waiting for me all along. I know they had been. They craved my work. I let the material slid off her chest to either side, on top of the slashed blouse.

"Damn it, motherfucker!" she screamed. "Do you know how hard it is to find a bra that nice to fit these tits?" 

Taking the knife I put the blade right under a nipple. Goosebumps jumped out all over her areola. She gasped. "You best watch your foul mouth bitch. I don't know or care how hard it is, but I'm worth the effort. You'll buy more." I flicked the blade upward. Then I pulled the nipple, stretching the skin a good inch above the titmeat. Then I dove down and sucked, she loved it. I pulled the nipple into my mouth and rolled it between my teeth, biting, pulling and sucking. Her hips were moving again. What a slut. 

When I'd gotten that nipple worked up to my satisfaction, I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out two clothespins. Her eyes widened. I grabbed the well-lubed tit with one hand (it wasn't easy), and squeezed enough to make the nipple jump up. I clamped the pin on it. She groaned and rolled her head to one side. Her breathing was getting deeper. Then I doctored up the other tit until it was ready for the same treatment. I leaned back and looked at the sight. Those awesome tits lay low and to the side of her chest while the clothespins went out at 45 degrees away from her. The nipple skin stretched upward into the jaws. 

I moved farther down the bed until I was on the bottom edge of the bed. I unzipped her pants. She lifted her hips to help me out. "You little fucking slut. Who asked for your help? I'll tell you when and what to do. Don't you fucking move again until I tell you to. Got it?" All I got in response was a moan. "I get very unhappy when I'm not listened to. Don't make me have to be a hardass with you." I reached up and grabbed the clothespins, giving them several short, quick pulls. She looked me in the eye. "Don't look at me. Look to the side and answer me. I'll tell you what to do, do you understand?" She rolled her head to the side and moaned, wanting me to work those clothespins no doubt. I did. I used them like two joysticks. I pulled them side to side, pulled them up and pushed them down, twisted and twirled them. She loved it. "You didn't answer me, do you hear me? I'm losing patience."

A quiet yes slipped past her lips. "No, no, no!" I shouted. "Answer me properly! Yes, MASTER."

"No one is my master, fuck you." Oh, but she knew otherwise, soon she would break. There was no conviction in her words at all. 

I yanked the jeans down as far as they would go over the wide, womanly hips. She snapped her head up and looked down at my work. I pulled out the knife once more and nodded my head at her. She only let her head flop back down on the pillow. She wanted and needed this. The fight was going out of her. I cut the stonewashed material from the zipper to the belt line. Free. I pulled each side down onto her thighs. Good enough.

I leaned into her V. I inhaled. Oh yea. Oh yet bet. Like an aphrodisiac. What a scent, the girl must be oozing under those blue satin panties. Like a desert baking in the oven. I inhaled deeply. I love the scent of pussy. Especially when its aching for me. I put a finger to the panties and pushed. I felt the wetness immediately. I kept on going, pushing the blue material right into her. I watched it disappear. Then I pulled it back out. Put my finger in again. Out, in again. I like to fingerfuck. I lowered my head right on top of her button. I searched with my tongue until I found what I wanted. I had to work those panties pretty good to open her folds and get the toy between my lips. But I did. I pulled it into my mouth and sucked hard. 

When I had her moaning out loud, I let go. She groaned in disappointment as I stopped. Her hips had been bucking, she was pushing into me and just flat-out enjoying the thing too much. I clutched the front of the panties and her head popped up, anticipation in her face. I leaned my head to the side as though to say "Is this what you want?" She blinked hard. Again. "Please."

"What did you say, I couldn't hear you?"

She gulped. "Please take them off."

"Try it again, bitch."

"Please take them off...master."

I nodded my head. And I yanked those panties off with a vengeance. She flopped back on the bed. I put the panties over my first two fingers and began the push it in. I worked the material in little by little. My other hand went to her clit. I massaged it gently. Getting her going. Then I increased the pressure while stuffing more of the panties into her. She was going now. Like a train engine, wanting to pick up steam and thunder down the tracks. But I'm the engineer. She's forgetting that. I finger that clit. I push until every last bit of the panties is in her.

"Talk to me bitch."

She couldn't. She could only moan. "Talk to me or I stop."

She moaned louder. I stopped. I pulled the panties out of her. That did it. "Please master, don't stop. I want more."

"You'll talk when I tell you to. And when I told you to you didn't." I slid up her body, lying atop her. I brushed my lips past hers. She tried to kiss me. I sucked on her neck. I sat up and put a finger on her chin, pulling it down until her mouth was wide open. I stuffed the panties in her mouth.

"Since you haven't learned to speak when you're told to, you'll won't speak at all."

I reached into the nightstand drawer again. I removed the big, bright blue vibrator. It was covered with little nibs. I gave no warm-up, I pushed it right into her. Turned it on. Then I got off the bed. "I'll be back." I left.

When I returned about fifteen minutes later, she was writhing and thrusting her hips upwards, her eyes closed as she moaned and bucked. She was quite a sight lying there trying her damnedest to pleasure herself. I couldn't have that any longer. I walked into the room and sat the bowl on the table. Her eyes opened and she looked pleadingly at me. Aw, poor slut. "You need to come don't you?" She nodded her head submissively. "Is it good to look your master in the eye when you address his questions?" 

She looked at me for a moment. I could see she was thinking once again of rebelling. Then her eyes lowered and she shook her head lightly. "Do you need something from your master, do you need help?" She nodded while keeping her eyes down.

"Not today. I'm taking the pleasure cruise today, and you're my ride."

I returned to my spot between her legs. I worked the vibrator in and out a little more until I had her going full blast, hips rocking and a smooth rhythm. I pulled the vibrator out with a quick jerk. Her pussy gave a loud smacking sound. She fell to the mattress, motionless.

I took the vibrator and put it against her clit. I rubbed it up and down. Pushing it up into the top fold of her outer lips over and over. She began to move again. And I let her go farther this time. She began to moan loudly through the panties in her mouth. Her hips got moving like a true slut. She loved it. Within a minute I had her peaking. The hips rose higher in the air. The moans were becoming a wail. I took the toy away. Her eyes flew open and she stared at me. She was beside herself with heat. I have the plan.

"Pick up those hips, you're not done. Now!" She lifted them from the bed. I picked up a towel from the floor, beside the bed. Doubling it up I placed it under her ass.

Reaching into the large bowl, I took out a long sliver of ice. I put the tip against her pussy opening. Her head fell back again. I worked it over the lips and into the pussy. Alternating, going back and forth. Then I pushed it in. I reached for another and put that in. And another. I stood on the floor and took my pants off. My turn. I walked around to the side where her head rested on the pillow. "Ready you bitch? Ready to receive cock?" With eyes closed she gave her most vigorous nod yet. I reached to her mouth, pushed it open with a finger and then removed the panties. Grabbing a handful of hair I pulled her head to my cock, she opened wide and willingly. I jammed that prick all the way in. She choked, but kept her composure and began to suck like a greedy little baby that hadn't been fed in so long. "That's right little slut, suck me good. We're in for a long night." 

Discipline



We meet as arranged on the 23rd of March. I'm excited and nervous. I've looked forwards to seeing you again for so long. I yearn for the touch of you. The taste of you. Your kisses. To be used and enjoyed again.

Were in the pub now. It's much busier than I expected for a weekday lunch time. Which makes the room uncomfortably warm. You place my drink in front of me and sit down close beside me. You thigh is pressed against mine. It makes me tingle, right up the inside of my thigh, to my throbbing clit. You have me half naked. You made me undo the zip of my coat as far as my cleavage. I know it's secluded in our corner but I'm so very conscious that you can clearly see the naked swell of my tits. That every time your eyes dip to them, my nipples tighten. That when that happens the taught buds graze the inside of my coat. Even in my embarrassed state I wish you would slip your hand inside my coat and pinch my aching nipple. My pussy is naked. I can feel it getting damper as the hands on the clock tick by and it gets closer to the time we leave the pub and are alone together. I hope that when I stand there is no telltale wet patch on the back of my skirt where I've dripped with arousal.

You have made me ask for what I want in detail. When I tried to be less than explicit. You stopped me. You made me say it again, using all the dirty words you know make my cheeks scarlet. If I lowered my voice or my eyes, you spoke my name softly to ensure I looked at you. To push me to say these things. My admission of my need. Asking for the things which I know only you can give me. The things I know you understand I crave. 

You start to speak now. Your turn to tell me a little bit of what will happen when were behind closed doors. I have upset you more than once since the last time we met. The reasons behind it don't matter now. The fact is I did. You joke about how you thought you might have to make up reasons to spank me. But that for this meeting you have genuine reasons to discipline your sub. To teach her a lesson that she won't forget. To ensure she thinks long and hard before she allows her selfishness and her sulky mouth to be unleashed. This time you will make sure that she knows that although we don't meet often, your memory is long and that I will receive the chastisement I deserve for the pain I have caused you.

I gulp and look at you to see if you mean it. You look at me steadily, confident, assured. My Dominant. My Sir. I know you have no intention of letting this go and that when we go to our room I have to accept what's coming to me.

You ask me what the time is. Its 12o'clock. "Come on then Tink " you say "time to make a move. " I know that you can see my hand tremble just a little bit as I raise my glass and drain the last of my drink.

You hold my hand as we leave the pub to make the short walk to our room. You stop me just outside the pub. You chuckle as you take me in your arms. "So quiet Tink? "You say. You life my chin. You kiss me. A long deep, sexy kiss. So possessive. You make me feel completely yours in just one kiss. We walk to the hotel, my hand in yours. We check in, are given the key. We climb the stairs to our room. You unlock the door and then close it behind us. You put ours bags on the sofa. You move the chair into the middle of the room. You remove your coat. You sit down. You call me over to stand in front to you.

"There is no safe word Tink. Discipline is just that. It's not fun. Although knowing you, you might enjoy it" you laugh again. 

"Take off your coat"

I unzip my coat, remove it and put it over the arm of the sofa. I know you're looking at me, my naked tits and I know my nipples are responding yet again. 

"And your skirt please."

I can't believe how calm and controlled your being. I unzip my skirt and let it slid down. Naked now. You tell me to stand up straight and put my hands behind my back. It makes my tits stick out. You know how much I hate you just looking at me. I start to squirm under your perusal. And you tell me firmly to keep still. You get up and walk slowly around me. I could curl up and die I feel so uncomfortable. Your behind me and I can't see what you're doing. I can hear you moving. It sounds like you getting on the bed. Settling yours self, propping yourself up on pillows, getting comfy.

"Come here Kim. Lie over my lap. I want your bottom raised and ready"

I crawl over your knee. The memory of the last time you spanked me for pleasure. So intense. So very painful, much more that I'd expected. Somehow it feels so much more intense this time. I'm naked. Your dressed. My pussy is level with your cock. I want to grind myself against it. How can this fear make me so horny? You run the flat of your hand over my body. From my shoulder, down my back, over my buttock, the back of my thighs.

"Open your legs" there's a certain something in your voice which make me obey instantly. "Wider". I do. "Kim I said wider, I don't want to have to repeat, myself again"

I spread my thighs again. No my cunt is exposed. I know my slit is wet, I can feel it. I know my pussy hair will give me away, so damp. I wonder if you can smell my wet cunt. I can feel myself whimper again, God how I want you to touch me. You take my wrists. Draw the rope out of your pocket. Beginning to bind my wrists. Why does the feel of rope make me so excited? Is it that extra feeling of helplessness? Of being yours. I wonder what I must look like. Naked over your lap. Wrists tightly bound. Bottom poking up in the air. Legs spread. Cunt wet and exposed. Waiting. Wanting. Ready. You have moved this along so slowly. The anticipation of the inevitable growing to a painful ache.

"Tell me why you deserve to be disciplined Kim?"

This is so painful for me. I'm so ashamed of my behaviour and how I have made you feel. But I tell you I deserve it because. I'm a selfish sub. Because I behave like a child when I'm upset. Because I verbally kick out at you when I'm in emotional pain. Because I upset you. I also say I'm very sorry.

"I know you are Kim" you hand rests lightly on my bare bottom. "But you need to be disciplined and well spanked. So no safe word, this ends when I say so. You can beg and cry and squirm. You will however not scream and shout." You lay my soiled panties on the bed next to my face. You had made me give them to you in the pub. "Too much noise and these will be used as a gag"

And then it starts. Your hand brought down sharply on my bare flesh. 6 or 7 rapid hard spanks which take my breath away. I'm shuddering and writhing already. You place your hand on my back. 

"Keep still. Raise your arse!"

I do, tentatively, timidly, submissively. The spanks are slower now, a steady thud which, land on either buttock, slow and solid but always in the same spot, because you know how much it hurts when you do that. The pain goes past the string, past the burn, its deeper, its consuming. You stop. My breathing is heavy, I'm trying so hard not to move away ,not to beg you to stop. To take my punishment. I gasp and take deep breaths trying to compose myself.

This time when you spank me I can't keep quiet. I'm begging you to stop, to please, please stop.

You do, but only to pick up the panties which lay beside me. You pushed them between the soaking lips of my cunt, stuffing them into me, forcing them inside with your fingers. Even with the fire burning in my bottom I find myself pushing against your fingers, wanting to feel that penetration. But the wet material is quickly removed and instead inserted into my mouth. I can taste wet cunt in my mouth.

"Now Kim. You will be quiet. Your bottom is very red; I know it hurts like it's never hurt before. And I'm almost sure that your punishment will soon be over. I want you to take 10 more for me Kim. They will be hard. Very hard. I don't want you to scream. I want you to keep your arse raised; I want you legs spread so I also get the pleasure of viewing you slutty cunt. Kim take the last 10 for me and I'll know you're sorry"

The pain lay dull and heavy in my bottom but I knew as soon as the spanking recommenced then every sensation would be reignited. Just 10 more, just 10. I adjusted myself slowly over your lap. I parted my thighs to display myself, I raised my bottom. My shoulders and my wrists ached from being restrained. The taste of my cunt was in my mouth. Although it hurt it was obvious that from the smell of my wet cunt I remained turned on. I waited. Just 10.

With every spank I felt I raised my ass more. With each searing pain from your hand I felt more yours. By offing my ass to you I felt I was showing you just how sorry I was. I groaned and grunted into my soggy gag. At the 7th spank, the tears had begun to flow, by the 10th I was sobbing.

Your hand softly touched my red, bruised bottom. You removed my gag. Untied my hands. Eased me off your lap until I lay next to you. Your wrapped your arms around me and held me while the tears subsided.

"Do you have anything to say Kim?"

"I'm so sorry Sir!"

"Good Girl" you whispered



Discipline



It was all Michelle could do not to laugh out loud as she made her way to the Headmistress's office. She had worked it all out. Her behaviour for the year hadn't been the best and she'd already had several detentions. According to the school rules she would now be suspended for a couple of days.

Michelle's parents had appointments for the next couple of days so they wouldn't be around to supervise. It was going to be a case of hullo, concert. She had her ticket already, and it had cost her plenty. All she'd needed was a reason not to be at school and a suspension fit the bill neatly.

Pausing outside the office Michelle managed to put on a contrite look and knocked.

On entering, Michelle found the Headmistress regarding her with the sort of look usually reserved for checking your shoe when you step in something soft and squishy. She didn't beat about the bush making her displeasure known.

"You never seem to learn, do you, Michelle?" she snapped.

"I'm sorry Mrs Frobint," said Michelle, apology oozing from every pore. "I just get carried away at times. I don't mean to cause trouble."

"Matter of opinion," retorted the Headmistress. "You seem to go out of your way to get into trouble at times. One would think you'd have learnt that there are consequences.

You do realise that you're not eligible to just get a standard detention, don't you?" 

"Yes, Mrs Frobint," sighed Michelle, while mentally punching the air and shouting YES.

"Normally in a situation like this we would just hand out a suspension of a day or two," continued Mrs Frobint, "but in this case we've encountered a problem."

"No, no, no, no, no," screamed Michelle internally. "No problems, please. I've worked this out thoroughly."

"Ah, problems, Mrs Frobint?"

"It seems that your parents won't be able to supervise you at home for the next couple of days. I suggested that just staying home by yourself should suffice but they disagreed. I then suggested that we suspend you for the first two days of next week."

Michelle felt sick. "Not next week. Tomorrow, I need tomorrow," she screamed to herself. It couldn't go wrong now. It just couldn't.

"Your parents were not too enthralled with that idea, either, so we had a further discussion about alternative punishments."

Michelle suddenly deeply distrusted the malicious little smile on Mrs Frobint's face.

"It was your mother who recalled that we still theoretically do corporal punishment here. Both you and your parents agreed to it when you signed off on the school rules. You do remember reading the school rules and the guidelines regarding punishment, didn't you?"

Michelle nodded dumbly. Of course she did. She'd studied them carefully. That's why she knew she'd be getting a suspension this time. Her stomach churned as she recalled the paragraph on alternate punishments.

"So with your parent's permission we have agreed that you should get a good spanking, to be administered by myself. By a stroke of good fortune I still have the old paddle we used to use."

A shocked Michelle could only stare in horror as Mrs Frobint reached down and picking up the paddle from where it had been resting, laid it on the desk.

"B-but you can't spank me," protested Michelle. "I'm eighteen. I'm an adult. You'll need my permission."

"We have your permission," pointed out the Headmistress. "Your signing off on the school rules grants us that permission."

Now Michelle really felt sick. She was recalling that little clause that once a punishment had been decided upon and announced the student couldn't revoke permission. 

Mrs Frobint was nodding agreeably. 

"I see that you do remember the rules and punishments. It's nice to see that our students study them before signing. So many people just sign off on things and express surprise at what they've agreed to."

"When does the spanking take place?" asked Michelle in a very small voice.

"I see no reason why it shouldn't take place right now," she was told. "Deferring it to after school will just leave you fretting about it all day long and spoil your concentration in class. Bend over the desk."

Swearing to herself, Michelle stepped forward and leaned over the desk.

"Put your hands on the desk in front of you," she was instructed. "It will deter you from trying to put them over your bottom and getting your knuckles hit. That would probably hurt worse than the actual spanking."

Gritting her teeth and thinking nasty thoughts about sadistic headmistresses and heartless parents, Michelle did as instructed.

She wasn't too surprised when Mrs Frobint lifted her skirt and tucked the hem into the waist. She'd been expecting that. What she hadn't been expecting was Mrs Frobint's "Tch" of annoyance.

"These," Michelle was told, feeling a hard finger poke her buttock, "are not proper school approved panties and I'm sure you know it."

Michelle had nothing to say to that because they weren't and she did know it. No way was she wearing those awful bloomers that the school recommended.

"To be expected, I suppose" grumbled Mrs Frobint. "I doubt there's a girl in the school who wears the approved bloomers after the first day. I told the school board they were being ridiculous. Bunch of dried up old women, the lot of them."

Michelle almost laughed, hearing Mrs Frobint's opinion of the school board. The seriousness of her situation stifled the laugh at birth. She suspected that laughing would just increase the spanking.

When Mrs Frobint took her panties and peeled the down, Michelle squeaked in alarm.

"Oh, stop being a cry-baby," snapped Mrs Frobint. "You haven't got anything that I haven't and I feel a little embarrassment improves the quality of the spanking and helps drive home the lesson.

Now, are you ready?"

Not having much choice, Michelle nodded, and then squealed as the paddle came down hard on her bottom.

"For goodness sake, be quiet," came the firm command. "We've only just started and I'm not having you bouncing up and down and squealing all the time. Just grit your teeth and consider yourself lucky you won't be missing the test tomorrow."

Lucky? She was getting beaten with a big stick. She was going to be at school for a blasted test and she wasn't going to be going to a concert for which she'd shelled out a hundred dollars for a ticket. Any more luck and they could roll in the undertaker.

Michelle found she was lucky to a certain extent. After only a few hard spanks with the paddle Mrs Frobint's phone rang. 

Grumbling, she answered it.

"I thought I wasn't to be disturbed until after I had finished speaking to Michelle," she snapped down the line.

"I see," she continued after getting a reply. "I'll be right there."

Turning to Michelle she explained.

"There has been a slight accident and I need to go and make sure everything is alright. You will remain where you are until I get back, then we will resume this session. I should only be about ten minutes."

As soon as the door closed Michelle was standing up straight, hands rubbing her bottom and practically dancing on the spot.

"Ow, wow, wow," she seethed. "God, that hurts. And she's coming back to finish it shortly. Why me?"

Hearing a noise in the corridor Michelle groaned and hastily bent forward across the desk again, waiting like the good little girl she was not. Just in time, as the door opened and someone entered.

The first inkling Michelle had that something was wrong was when a hand closed over her mound. She'd been standing with her legs separated, giving easy access to her more personal parts.

Before she could open her mouth to protest she felt strong fingers separating her lips and a very large object sliding past them and into her.

Michelle jerked half erect, head spinning around to see who the hell was behind her. Only half erect, because a hand on her back was holding her bent forward while a cock was sliding slowly but smoothly into her.

Twisting around Michelle managed to identify her visitor as Sam Ogilivie, the PE teacher.

"M-Mr Ogilivie. "What do you think you're doing?" she squealed.

For answer, Sam pushed a little further in.

"The way you were bent over I assumed you were waiting for someone to test your virginity," Sam said blandly. "I'm always willing to help in these little things."

"Not so little," thought Michelle, feeling him pushing even deeper. "Just how big was he, anyway?"

"I'm not," she gasped. "All you had to do was ask. Stop it, please."

Sam continued pressing home.

"Don't be silly," Michelle," he chided her. "I've gone this far, I might as well continue."

"Mrs Frobint will be back at any moment," Michelle wailed. "You have to stop this."

"That," said Sam, giving one final little push, "is a chance we're going to have to take. Goodness me. The way you're carrying on anyone would think you didn't want me."

"I don't," squealed Michelle, feeling Sam withdrawing slowly.

She squealed as he drove back in hard. 

"Stop it. Stop it now," she wailed.

"Stop worrying about it," Sam said. "You'll find you want it soon enough. Just relax and go with the flow."

Michelle was gasping, feeling Sam thundering back into her again. She had to admit that his cock had certainly seized her attention, but this was still wrong. She was here to be spanked, not fucked.

"Mr Ogilivie, Sam, you have to stop. This is rape and you know it."

"Rape is just a word," said Sam, pumping hard, smiling as he felt Michelle starting to move with him. "Say yes and it's no longer rape. Say no and it's rape again. The word is meaningless. Now be quiet and push against me. If Mrs Frobint is coming back soon we'd better hurry."

To Michelle's despair she found her body moving enthusiastically in concert with Sam. She had to admit that he certainly knew how to use his equipment. He was building her excitement levels and didn't even seem to be trying.

Michelle groaned, swaying back and forth under Sam's powerful lunges. She cursed him weakly as she felt her blouse pulled away from her waistband and a pair of large hands push her bra roughly up off her breasts. The hands then clamped upon her breasts, massaging them and teasing her nipples while he continued to drive into her.

Sam continued to drive into Michelle, moving faster and harder, eager to bring her to fulfilment. She was writhing nicely under him, her bottom bobbing up and down in a familiar rhythm as she responded to his urgent loving. He drove in even harder.

Michelle was gasping, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop was happening. If pressed, she'd have admitted she no longer wanted it to stop. She knew what was on the way and was quite eagerly bouncing of Sam's cock in her hurry to get it.

Her climax was rushing down upon her and Michelle hastily jammed her hand into her mouth. She would not scream she told herself. Having someone come in to find out why and she would just die. Then she did scream, squeaks emerging from around her hand as she climaxed, shuddering and clinging to Sam's cock as he ejaculated inside her.

Lying there, propped up by the desk, Michelle could sense Sam moving around but was feeling to done in to stir herself. She started when she felt something damp rubbing against her pussy. Twisting to see what was going on she saw Sam was wiping her down with some wet-ones tissues.

Sam gave her a friendly slap on the bottom and left, closing the door behind him. Michelle stayed where she was, leaning over the desk. A sudden thought and she stood, repositioning her bra and tucking in her blouse again. Sighing she leaned back across the desk.

Moments later the door opened and Mrs Frobint entered.

"Ah, Michelle," she said, and Michelle could just hear the laugh in her voice. "Shall we continue?"

Michelle gritted her teeth as the paddle came down hard on her bottom. A few more spanks with the paddle and Michelle had a horrified epiphany. 

Each spank was sending little vibrations deep into her. Sam's friendly little visit had left her excited and extra sensitive. The spanking was starting to build on her tensions and excitement and Michelle was very much afraid of what was happening.

"What," she wondered, "is Mrs Frobint going to do when I orgasm while she's spanking me?"



Discipline



This is a discipline story, pure and simple. If you're looking for sex and orgasms, look elsewhere. That said, if crime and punishment is your thing, then enjoy! -Kyla  

***** 

Shit. I did it this time. I could have waited until he got home, but noooo. Why? I knew this would happen if I came without permission, especially at work. How was I stupid enough to cum FIVE TIMES? And LIE to Him? Why in fucking hell did I lie to Him about it? Shit. Shitshitshit. 

He wasn't pleased. Not that I'd really expected Him to be. His jaw was tense and his neck was tight—that was never a good sign. He didn't speak, but merely snap-pointed to the floor. I dropped immediately, knees spread, each hand grasping the opposite arm, back straight, head down in shame. 

"Look at Me. See the disappointment in my face." 

He wasn't letting me out of this easy. I looked up, wishing I could cry when things like this happened. I felt like crying. My eyes were dry, my throat was dry, and I had the kind of headache that preludes waterworks. But I could never seem to cry when I was being punished. I didn't know why, but I hated it. 

He sighed and crossed His arms, bringing my thoughts back to the present. "You do know how upset I am, don't you?" 

I tried to speak, but my voice wouldn't work. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yes Sir. Your slut knows." Damn, why can't I cry? Why can't I show Him how much I hate this, how much I want to be His good girl? 

"Good. And you knew how upset I would be when you did this, didn't you?" 

"I... guess I didn't really think about it, Owner." 

I instinctively flinched from his glare. Shit. Wrong answer. 

"Uh, I mean, I knew you'd be disappointed, or I guess I would've known, if I'd stopped to think, but I didn't stop to think. That is, it's not like my break is very long, You know, and I was really horny, and I didn't stop to think, 'How is this going to affect Sir?'. I just... did it, Master. But then after I knew you'd be mad, so I really didn't want to... tell... You. Um." I should really stop talking now. He looks even more pissed. I should definitely stop talking. 

He took a deep breath and spoke, each word carrying as much sting as a whip. "Slave, what are you wearing?" 

"I, um, nothing, Sir?" I glanced down to make sure I hadn't left my panties on by accident. "Um, nothing. Except my collar, I guess." 

"You guess?" 

Shit, that voice hurts. "Nothing except my collar, Owner." It was taking all my willpower to keep meeting those angry eyes, especially since I only seemed to be digging myself a deeper hole with every word that came out. I desperately wanted to go to bed and try this again tomorrow. That's the price of misbehaving, girl. 

As if He could read my thoughts, He lifted an eyebrow and paused for a moment before continuing. "And what does that collar represent?" 

"Um, that I'm your property, Owner? Your toy, your pet, your submissive,—" I swallowed, although my throat was bone dry, and whispered—"and your good girl, Owner." 

"And what does that entail?" He asked, sticking His hands in His jeans pockets. 

Fuck, why does he have to look so sexy? No, focus. You're in trouble, don't think about His sexiness. Not like He'd reward you with His body or—well, anything right now anyway. Think about the question. 

He shifted His weight impatiently, prompting me to hurry up and answer, "It means obedience, Owner. And safety. And trust. And being completely honest with you, all the time. And—I guess getting used however you want me to be used. But it also means that you'll care for me, and protect me, and let me trust you and be vulnerable to you. Completely vulnerable. And you'll be the same to me. Sir." 

He nodded. "And did your actions today uphold any of that?" 

"No Sir," I whispered, dropping my gaze, then looking back up at Him. Fuck, why can't I cry? 

"Do we cum without permission? Do we disobey orders?" 

"No Sir. We ask for Master's permission and obey like a good girl." 

"Do we lie? Ever?" 

At this point, my eyes did start watering as I whispered, "No, Master. We tell the truth, even if that means we'll get in trouble." 

He nodded and, without another word, wrapped his fingers in my hair and dragged me to the dungeon, ignoring my cries of pain as I struggled to keep up. Once in, he threw me to the floor and closed the door behind him. 

I caught my breath and kneeled upright, trying not to flinch away from Him as He came towards me. He stopped in front of me, arms crossed. He assessed me for a moment, His jaw still tight, then turned away, taking his shirt off and tossing it into a corner. Without looking at me, He pointed to a nearby sturdy, wooden table that had some odds and ends on it. 

"Clear that off, then sit on it." While I cleared the table, He went to the dresser full of toys, pulled out the ouchy-things drawer, and stood there for a moment, clearly thinking. The table clean, I sat on it facing the middle of the room, away from the area where we kept our toys and restraints. I heard His footsteps as he made his selection and walked back towards me. 

He set something down on the table and stretched, turning this way and that, stretching his shoulders and arms. Shit. I'm in for it. I glanced down at the implement He'd chosen and felt my eyes widen in fear. Fuckin' hell. I'm definitely in for it. Holy fucking shit! 

After stretching, He spread my thighs as wide as possible, then scooted me so my knees were flush with the end of the table. He pushed on my sternum, indicating that I should lay down, and told me to put my hands over my head as he used some rope to tie my ankles to the table legs. The position left my thighs, pussy, stomach, and breasts completely exposed, and partly exposed my ass. 

He picked up the switch. When He'd first gotten it and tested it on me, after only one strike, I'd begged him with tears streaming from my eyes to never use it on me again. I thought He'd gotten rid of it or forgotten about it. I'd clearly been wrong. This, more than anything else, told me how serious my infraction had been. 

Before He could swing, I blurted: "Can I safeword during punishments?" 

He paused, then answered. "You may. But it won't get rid of the punishment. And if you're doing it just because you don't like how it feels, and not because something is actually wrong, we're going to have significant problems. Understood?" 

"Yes, Master." 

Without further ado, He swung the switch—and a thin line of liquid fire slashed across my left breast, just to the right of the nipple. He swung again. Another line appeared, this time to the left of the nipple. 

It felt like part of my brain was removed from the situation, standing outside of my body and wondering who was screaming. 

He swung again. And again. And again. The screams got louder and my back arched off the table, tears finally streaming down my face. Suddenly, the lashes stopped. Someone was speaking. Who? Who was speaking? And why was someone crying? I blinked through tears to look at Him. 

"Did you hear me?" A note of worry crept into His voice. "Slut?" 

Oh. He was speaking. I answered, my voice sounded wavery, pathetic, and far away. "Yes Sir? I didn't hear You, Sir, I'm sorry." 

"I was telling you not to move." 

"Oh. Sorry, Master." 

"Don't let it happen again." 

I forced my back to lie as flat as possible against the table, imagining that my spine was made of lead. The next slash was across the inside of my thigh. If He hadn't tied my ankles to the table, I don't think any amount of willpower could have kept me from kicking out at the pain. The switch was pure agony. You deserve this, though. Agony I deserved. 

The beating might have kept going for hours. That's how it felt, anyway, as seemingly hundreds of strikes rained down on my tits, thighs, sides, and stomach. My throat went hoarse from screaming, but that didn't stop my body from trying. Every time I spaced out, He paused and waited for me to return to the present, to fully feel each strike. It was torture, and it dragged on and on. 

Finally, He paused. He didn't say anything, just stood there with his arms crossed, one hand holding the switch, looking me over. For once, I didn't question the reason behind His actions. I was just grateful for the chance to catch my breath, to try to stop crying, even if for just a moment, so my eyes and runny nose could have some relief. 

Without warning, He uncrossed His arms and lashed out, sending the switch arching in one hard, brutal strike to my clit. The world went fuzzy as I screamed and curled up in pain, completely forgetting His orders to stay still, forgetting to take my punishment well, forgetting everything except the searing pain that was lacing through my clit. 

Ignoring my screams and sobs, He untied my ankles, grabbed me by the hair, and rolled me over. He bent me over the table, holding me down with one hand, while He delivered five fiery lances of pain that began at the top of my ass and marched their way down to just above my knees. 

When He finished, He let go and allowed me to slide to the ground and curl into a sobbing ball on the cold, concrete floor. Everything was blurry. My brain didn't register much of anything except for the terrible, excruciating lines that crisscrossed my body. Through a haze, I vaguely remember Him inspecting the switch, then putting it back in the drawer and returning to stand over me, arms crossed. 

I tried to uncurl and lick His feet, or at least the floor at His feet. I definitely tried. I don't remember how far I got, but I didn't succeed before He said in a flat, emotionless tone, "When you can crawl again, meet me in the living room." The words sounded distant and distorted to my overwhelmed brain. By the time I pieced together what He'd said, He was already closing the door behind Him. 

Left alone with my guilt and my abused body and the terrible, wracking pain that stemmed from each, I lay there on the floor and sobbed.



Discipline Abandoned



You surprise me when you come in that front door in the middle of your work day, set a bag on the table and reach to give me a hug.

You hold me close, wrapping me in your strong arms in the most surprising and gentle of hugs, then catch my hand in yours, lifting it to your lips to kiss my finger tips. It is with some distress I see your expression change from tender to disappointment. Sniffing my fingers, you have caught a hint of my juices on them and ask of it in a very disappointed tone.

"You masturbated today. I told you not to, Slave." 

It is with a guilty heart that I suddenly recalled I do recall your injunction now that I am reminded.

Dropping to my knees, I lower my head at your feet and beg forgiveness, knowing that explaining I had been falling asleep, exhausted from our passions of the night before when you told me and had simply forgotten is not an excuse for my disobedience.

"I am so very disappointed in you, Slave. I am home early because I had a surprise planned for you today. Do you remember what today is?" 

As I struggle with my own disappointment in myself, and in trying to think what you refer to, I forget about the bags you have put on the table. I can't recall what today might be.

I am not surprised when you say I will have to be disciplined for my disrespect but I certainly am surprised when I find myself defiantly backing away from you. I can't understand my own reaction as I back away when you bring the crop out. I can't imagine what has inspired me to break discipline this way after what must be a year in training with you. I guess I am startled and fail to remember my lessons in trust with you. I am yet more shocked to find myself defiantly telling you to try it! 

To my further dismay, you back away, putting the crop out of sight and I know I have really blown it. You have never just quit during a lesson and my fears go wild, wondering if you will give or trade me away to another Master. It is your right, and I know I must obey if you decide I am no longer worthy of your attention. When you walk silently away from me, I just want to beg, scream, cry; anything to make you know I am able to be the slave you have taught me to be, any penance you can ask of me to earn back your love and trust. But I don't understand just what I have done until you quietly say, "What a hell of a greeting this is, on the first anniversary of our contract." 

I am certain I can't possibly feel more miserable until you tell me you have made dinner reservations and that I should get myself ready. Your voice is so quiet and distant when you speak to me. You hand me the bag from the table after pulling something out, and I find it contains an exquisite, nearly see through gauze gown in my favorite color.

As I start to dress, you sternly tell me to be still, then reach around my nude body, placing a butterfly against my clit and fastening it in place. I didn't think I can feel any less worthy of you until this moment. It is difficult to follow you out the door minutes later, dressed so fine, my nipples just visible through the very thin gown. I shiver in the cool breeze outside, the slit side of the gown exposing my thighs to the top, nearly to my panties.

You are still stern with me on the way there, remaining silent and not touching me in the cab. When we arrive at the restaurant, I am yet again terribly disappointed with myself when I hear you tell the waiter you are there to claim your reservation. You tell him to cancel the hired entertainments and services and that we will dine in the common area with the other patrons. I follow you meekly to the table and am glad you still pull out my chair to seat me before taking your own. I don't deserve even this courtesy and I know it, but am thankful you don't decide to humiliate me in public with my failures.

I have only just sat down when I see you move your toward your pocket. Seconds later, I am jolted upright in my seat when the butterfly suddenly kicked on at full power, vibrating intensely right against my clit. It is all I can do to sit down and try to appear normal, there being other diners at tables all around ours. It is with extreme relief that I feel the level go down gradually until it is just buzzing at a level guaranteed to leave me tense and distracted but not frantic. I will be able to enjoy the rest of the evening just the way things are. When the waiter comes to take our order, he approaches, and you quietly stare me in the eye sternly and ordered me NOT to make a sound or a movement to betray my feelings. Returning me to a very early level of discipline you taught me, I know what to expect next. As the waiter looks at me to take my order, I feel the butterfly smash rolling pulses of sensation in sudden waves, the intensity going up and down rapidly and randomly both, throwing not just my vagina but my entire nervous system into spasms. Struggling not to flinch or speak jerkily, I manage to just pick the first thing I see on the menu as you silently manipulate the remote control. It is with extreme relief that I watch the waiter turn, apparently unaware, to take your order next. The smile on your face is somehow not reassuring in spite of being the first I have seen this afternoon.

As the waiter leaves after taking your order, I am gratified to see your smile turn to me as you give me a tiny award, turning the vibrator back to a low buzz and quietly telling me I have done well. You tell me further, that you are pleased to see I have not forgotten all you taught me. 

As we wait for the dinner appetizers to arrive, you give me a look I am not sure how to interpret and then quietly order me to remove my panties and place them on the table. In the year you have been teaching me, never have you asked such a thing of me, to abase myself such in a public place.

"Here? You mean go to the bathroom and bring them back?" 

"No, I said exactly what I meant, Slave. You will remove your panties, and place them here on the table top so everyone here can see just how I train disrespectful slaves. You know how to do this, or do we need to relearn those lessons as well?" 

Answering him, "No, Master. I understand", I stop questioning and move to obey.

Even as I reach under the table cloth to try and remove them with the least fuss possible, I notice a man and woman at the booth beside us watching me, and none too discretely. They smile back and forth with each other as I raise my gown under the table and shift my hips on my chair. I have some difficulty pulling them off my hips and markedly more trying to get them down past and around the garter and hose. Careful not to dislodge the butterfly and risk displeasing you again, I lean down, slip the panties over my high heels and place them on the table. I am rapidly dismayed both to note how loudly my purple panties clash with the white table cloth, there for all to see and simultaneously note the wide grins and whispers from the watchers on the next table over. When I notice the wet crotch is visible and move to fold them up, you quickly turn the dial up full blast and order me to leave them as they lie.

When the waiter returns with our meals, you give him a smile that says don't ask and put a $20 bill on the table, pushing it toward him. Nodding, he picks it up, turns away with a wide smile and moves on as if he hasn't noticed a thing. The rest of dinner is a torment of watching people walk past and stare at my wet panties, watching the stares, looks of humor and a few outright leers and it is only half way through my plate that I realize it can't be coincidence that every single table there has managed to walk past and stare. When you see the look dawn on my face, you smile at me so cattishly I nearly giggle, only to have you burst the butterfly back on high yet again, jolting me into a quick struggle against orgasm.

For awhile, I think the dinner will never be over with. After leaving another substantial tip for the waiter, we rise and I follow you to the door where a taxi waits to take us home, snagging my panties off the table as I rise. You tell me to carry them in my hand, forbidding me to hide them in my purse when you notice gestures toward that end. Walking is absolute torment by now, every nerve in my vagina is jangling and pleading for a release I know is not going to be found soon with the errors of my ways this day. In the taxi, you sit on the bench next to me, tweaking my nipples just beyond the comfort range all the way home.

We enter our home, and as the door closes, your demeanor changes to the stern and yet loving master I know and I realize my lessons are far from with over this day. Without looking at me, you order me to undress and assume a position on my knees. It is with both relief and trepidation that I see you gesture to the exercise mat used for long trainings. I strip quickly, taking care to hang the gown carefully over a chair before going to the mat to rest with hands and elbows on the floor, my buttocks raised to expose me to whatever punishment you have decided I merit. Fearing I will break discipline again, I close my eyes and rest my head on my hands, awaiting my fate. I don't have long to wait. I hear your soft steps approach me and remain still with eyes closed, awaiting the first sting of training.

It is with extreme surprise I feel something pressing into my vagina instead of the whipping I know I have earned but I can quickly tell this won't be a pleasure. My tissues, already overly sensitive and swollen from the hours of teasing from the butterfly are less than receptive of this large intrusion and I moan at the sting as you press the dildo home. I feel you doing something with the butterfly, then jerk in near agony as it turns back on high and I realize you have placed replaced the batteries with new ones. When you turn the vibrator on high as well, it is all I can do to not break training and cum all over myself right there and then.

I don't know what to expect but am still extremely surprised when I hear you do the one thing I had not considered and just walk away, leaving the machines to torment my tissues on their own. I open my eyes wide and watch as you cross the room, picking up your novel from the table and settle down next to the window to read. Looking up from your book, you speak to me just one time.

"You will not move, you will not moan, and you will not cum until given permission, Slave. You will make no contractions and allow no physical responses that in any way move, dislodge or otherwise disturb your training devices". 

With that, you turn your attention back to your book and appear to forget I exist.

I don't know how long I am there, on my knees and elbows, struggling my own internal war not to let my body win over my mind, not to allow the orgasms that repeatedly rise to the surface under the constant intense vibrations in, on and throughout my pussy. I try focusing on your reading but watching the pages turn seems to make the time much longer. I try focusing my attention on my own body, only to find the need to orgasm so intense I can't possibly hold out as you ordered if I do. Finally settling on paying attention to the exact pressures and textures of the mat beneath me, my knees beginning to ache, I lose myself in concentration.

I don't really know how I miss you leaving your seat and moving near me but the first swat with the wooden paddle brings fast tears of pain and surprise to my eyes. I jump with a start, only to be reprimanded for moving against orders and you begin rapid swats striking full length across both cheeks, one swat following the next. To my shock and horror at the complete loss of discipline again, I find myself helplessly in the throws of the most intense orgasm of my life and am soon screaming in rhythm with your blows, matching each sting blow to my cheeks with a shuddering roll of orgasm racking my entire body.

Just at the point I truly believe I will lose consciousness from the intensity of the prolonged orgasm, you put down the paddle. Kneeling behind me, you quickly bare your hard penis and in a quick stroke, remove the dildo and sheath yourself to the hip in my pussy in one sudden push. As you press into me and back out again, I scream out yet again in orgasmic ecstasy and with two thrusts, you are cumming with me, both screaming to the winds with the overpowering sensations rocking our bodies and forever melding our souls once again.

As the torrent subsides, you collapse on top of me and we both gently ease our exhausted bodies to the ground, you curling your body protectively around my back, your hand wrapped over and around me to cup my ample breast. Just as I begin to drift off to sleep in your arms, I stiffen slightly as you whisper in my ear.

"Slave, that was fabulous. Tomorrow will have to be soon enough to do something about that stolen orgasm." 



Discipline and Consequences



She paused outside the door to his office, hand on the doorknob. She knew there was no way to avoid what was about to happen, and she really wasn't sure she even wanted to avoid it, but that didn't keep the butterflies in her stomach from making her pause a few seconds. Finally, swallowing hard, she turned the knob.

"You're late," he said, with an even mix of disapproval and authority. She flinched, and stopped just inside the door. 

He was seated behind his desk, leaning back, his hands folded beneath his tie and an idle expression of condescension on his face. She wasn't able to meet his gaze for long, and when he didn't say anything else immediately, she began fiddling with the hem of her skirt. Somehow her normally chaste school uniform never seemed to fit well in his presence. In his class, when she felt his gaze on her body, suddenly her skirt felt too short, and her blouse too snug on her chest. She cursed silently that he had this effect on her; this was exactly why she kept getting into trouble. 

"Do you know why you're here?" he asked, with obvious forced patience.

"I... because..." she muttered, not really sure.

"Because you cannot seem to resist flirting in class," he interjected as he rose and came around his broad desk. He took her upper arm in his hand and pulled her forward, towards his desk. It was a light touch, barely holding her, but she jumped nonetheless when he touched her skin.

He guided her forward until she was standing before his desk and released her arm. Her mind raced, simultaneously trying to guess what he was going to do, and to think of something to say in response.

"Um, well I wasn't meaning to flirt, I promise!" she finally responded. He was standing behind her and it was making her nervous, but she knew if she turned around without permission it would only make things worse. 

"Lies. It would be one thing if you were flirting with another student, one might say only natural. But flirting with your instructor is a serious breach of conduct, young lady," he mused, still behind her. "More disappointing yet, this is not the first time you've done this, is it?" It was clearly rhetorical and she held her tongue. "Yes, it seems our last meeting didn't quite have the desired effect."

She remembered that all too well. Two weeks ago he had called her into his office after class. After a stern lecture about the proper behavior expected of a young woman, he had beckoned her over behind his desk. Without thinking, she had obeyed, and before she knew what was happening she was lying across his lap with her skirt flipped up and her panties exposed. 

His hand had fallen so suddenly she was only able to squeak in protest at first. She had never been spanked before, and the surprise of it was almost as stunning as the sting of his hand striking her bottom. Of course immediately she began to struggle and fight him, but he had only calmly caught her wrist and pulled up to trap it behind her back. That proved to keep her infuriatingly helpless. He continued to land swats on her backside, and it didn't take much of this to reduce her rebellious attitude to desperate gasps and pleas for him to stop. He did not for some time.

Finally, when he felt like she'd been sufficiently chastised, he had stopped spanking her, and given her another stern lecture while keeping her bent over his lap. This had turned out to be the worst part yet. She could barely follow his words, and just did her best to contritely nod and whisper "yes" when she thought he expected it, because her attention had been stolen elsewhere. After he had stopped spanking her, he had rested his hand on her bottom. His palm was on her cheek where her panties ended, but his fingers were casually curled down somewhat lower, coming to rest right on the sensitive mound between her legs. 

At first he did nothing but rest his hand there, which had been bad enough. Then, as he continued sternly with this very personal lesson, his hand began to move. It was so slight at first that she thought she might be imagining it, but soon she could feel his fingers moving softly, almost as if he was doing it absentmindedly, right against her the lips of her pussy, through her panties. She didn't know what to do, and settled for trying to pretend it wasn't happening. He was still holding her wrist behind her, so there was little else she could do.

Before long the stroking was insistent, and her breath was coming as fast as it had been when he was spanking her. She could tell her panties were soaking wet now, and blushed, realizing he must know exactly how aroused she had become. Then something else drew her attention almost completely: she felt something pressing against her from his lap. It was his cock, she thought with a gasp! She bit her lip as she imagined what was hidden in her instructor's pants right now, quickly growing harder beneath her. She stopped thinking of anything besides his fingertips playing across her panties and the pressure of his erection beneath her. She was embarrassed, but undeniably horny.

Eventually, he had let her up, and she left his office quickly. The need between her legs didn't go away all afternoon, and that night she had lied awake in bed desperately rubbing herself and thinking of her instructor. She had always thought he was distractingly attractive; that was why she had thought it would be fun to flirt a little with him in class, but now it was a desire she could neither resist nor even understand. Despite how aroused she was, she couldn't get herself off; she imagined kissing him, undressing him, but it wasn't working. Then she had a more wicked thought.

Quietly, trying not to think about how late it was, she went to the closet and put her school uniform back on. She felt quite silly, but too excited to care as she went back to the bed. Rather than getting in, she knelt down on the floor and laid herself over the edge of the bed face-down. She thought back to this afternoon and reached back, lifting her skirt up exactly as he had done to her earlier. Finally, she brought one arm behind her and imagined him catching her wrist. Then the memory of the afternoon came back in a rush, and instantly she felt herself tighten inside. 

She imagined herself back on his lap, feeling his insistent touch, and desperately she addressed the burning need between her legs. She thought of his cock against her and began to touch herself softly over her panties just like he had, but she could only take it for a minute before her fingers found their way under her panties and she suddenly climaxed. She moaned into the sheets trying to stay quiet as she writhed in ecstasy. Afterwards, as she drifted off to sleep, she basked in the inner glow of pleasure and tried not to dwell on exactly why she had done that, or why being disciplined and then molested by her instructor had made her so unbelievably aroused.

The next day in class, she had been unable to look him in the eyes during class, and fidgeted each time he walked by her. He had acted like nothing had happened, though, and soon she relaxed a bit. Still, the mild attraction she had had for him before he had spanked her was nothing compared to the almost instant flush of desire she felt now in his presence. And that had been why she had made the mistake of flirting with him again. And now she was back in his office. 

"I said, young lady, what will it take to make you behave properly in my class?" he demanded, the undercurrent of anger growing in his voice. She cursed herself for drifting off while he was talking, for now she was in more trouble. 

"I... Please, I didn't mean to be disrespectful, sir. It's just..." she stammered, "it's just that you, uh... when you... well..." she trailed off, not daring to try to explain how she felt.

"I think I've been far too lenient with you so far. Don't worry, miss, I won't make that mistake again," he said, and the false concern in his voice was unconvincing. "It seems you require something a bit more severe than last time."

Words failed her. Another spanking? She didn't think she could handle it. Oh god, what if he started touching her again. She started to sweat as her nervousness jumped to new heights. 

"Now, please move up to the edge of my desk and lay yourself down" he continued. The tone of command in his voice brooked no objections. She moved forward instantly, but hesitated at the edge of the desk, finally mustering the courage to look back at him questioningly. 

"Now, young lady!" he barked, and he stepped up behind her, effectively trapping her against the desk. She was about to sputter a question when she met his eye. His glare was startlingly intimidating. There was something there in his eyes that wasn't there last time. Anger? No. Desire? Eagerness, maybe? Whatever it was, it was thoroughly predatory, and she caught her breath, a little scared as well as nervous now. 

Without another word, he put his hand against her back and firmly pressed her down. She had no choice but to do as he had instructed and laid herself down on his desk, catching herself with her hands. Then it took everything she had not to tremble. As she felt the weight of his hand continue to hold her down, she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how anxious she was. She steadied her breathing and told herself she could take anything he would dish out. Plus, their last meeting hadn't been all bad, and the way he was leaning over her was making her pulse quicken. 

"That's better," he said patiently, "Now, the last time we did this, you had some difficulty in remaining still, so I think a precautionary measure is in order." She heard a clinking sound behind her, but he kept whatever he was holding just out of her sight.

"Place your hands behind you." He ordered casually. She reluctantly obeyed, focusing more on trying to hide her apprehension than considering what was about to happen. "Good," he offered as he took one of her wrists lightly. 

She felt him doing something, but was distracted by how close he had moved behind her; his thigh were pressing up against hers. Then some material was wrapped around her wrist, and a bit too late she realized he was putting some kind of cuff on her wrist. 

"What is that? Wait!" she breathed excitedly, and tugged a little against whatever he had put on her. When it didn't yield, she started to turn on the desk. 

"Be still," he said sharply; it was not a request. "Your behavior last time showed me that this is necessary, and your attitude right now is proving me right." He already had her other wrist in a solid grip. "These are just simple restraints, they won't hurt you, they'll just keep you from struggling."

And that was it. Her other wrist was soon secured as well, and she tentatively tested her bonds. He was right, they didn't hurt. She couldn't quite see what he had put on her, but it was some sort of padded cuffs. They were snug, but comfortable enough. Her fingertips explored but found nothing helpful within reach. 

"I also seem to remember you making quite a bit of noise at our last meeting," he continued. "So we'd best take care of that as well." She thought she could hear a distinct note of triumph in his voice now. The bastard was enjoying this! Then he bent over her, pressing more firmly against her backside as he did. Maybe she was enjoying it a little, too, she wasn't sure.

"I have just the thing to keep young ladies quiet," he said right behind her ear. He was so close, it was all she could do not to gasp aloud. Then he held something in front of her face. At first she didn't know what it was, then she recognized it.

Oh shit! She knew what that was! It was something she'd seen in a bad movie once. He was holding a gag! This wasn't happening. She turned her head away and squirmed under him, but as close as he was, and with her arms behind her back, she couldn't get away. Then he put his hand on the back of her neck. His grip was hard, and it seemed to take the fight out of her. 

"Open..." he said softly, still very close to her. She pursed her lips tight as he moved the little ball to her mouth. "Open." He said again more firmly. She whined through her closed lips when she felt him press the gag against them. She tried to turn her head again but his grip on her neck prevented even that. 

"Nhh uhh!" she murmured desperately through her teeth, "Please, no... mmph!" That was all the opportunity he needed, and he deftly pushed the ball into her mouth. He wasn't rough, but he gave her no room to struggle as he fastened the strap that held the gag in place behind her head. 

"There we are." He cooed infuriatingly when he finished and stepped back. She tested the gag with her tongue, realizing that she couldn't budge it. She tossed her head and jerked in the cuffs. She tried to beg for him to let her go, but everything she said now came out as muffled whimpers and grunts. Embarrassed, she lowered her head and blushed, realizing the scene she was making for him. He was just watching her, now. 

As she adjusted to her helpless state, she became frustratingly aware that she had become quite turned on. She had never felt this vulnerable before in her life, and she was forced to consider that it might be contributing to her humiliating arousal. She gave thanks for small graces that he had put her face down, so he couldn't see her hard nipples pushing through her blouse. At least she would be spared that indignity. Her relief was short-lived, however, when he returned to her side and began to lift her skirt up. 

"Now, let's see what we can do about correcting your wayward manners." He said. She braced for what she knew was coming, but she still jumped and squealed when his hand landed across her panties. He swatter her a couple times more, then paused. 

"I think this will be more effective," he mused, and she felt his fingertips slide to the waist of her panties. 

What was he doing? Oh no! Not that! She cried out into the gag, and desperately squirmed as much as her situation would allow. Her mind raced as he delicately slid her panties off her waist and down over her ass, exposing her completely to his view. She couldn't see behind her, but she knew he must have a complete view of her, and it would be impossible not to notice her soaking crotch.

While she continued to protest unintelligibly, he resumed punishing her. Without her panties, it stung even more, and she yelped with each fall of his hand. Then he paused, and she could only catch her breath. 

"Young miss, that is not appropriate behavior. You will be still. Now!" 

She was confused, what was he talking about? Then she turned bright red as realized she had been grinding her hips quite lewdly. He wasn't even touching her, why couldn't she stop herself? With an effort she forced her body to be still. The gag turned a desperate sigh into a lusty moan. This was too much to bear. 

"This is a serious problem, young lady. And don't think I didn't notice how wet you were the last time, either," He went on. She flinched when he touched her backside, but it wasn't a slap, just a light touch. She held her breath as the touch traced down her bottom, to her inner thigh, and then up to her slit. She did everything she could to stifle the needful whimper that nonetheless escaped from her as he slowly stroked up and down, his fingers barely teasing her. 

"Yes, we're going to have to take care of this little problem before we continue. What shall we do?" Now he was tormenting her, and clearly enjoying it. 

Once again he bent down to lean over her, and his crotch pressed flush with her naked privates. This time, she could feel a distinct hardness pressing against her. She gasped, realizing how much disciplining her was turning him on. Suddenly, she didn't care about hiding her arousal from him anymore. She pressed back against him, moaning suggestively. She was rewarded by a soft grunt on his part before he mastered himself and continued.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked, holding a pink shaft in front of her eyes. She did, one of her girlfriends had a dildo. Watching her expression, he chuckled, "I thought so." He held it suggestively in front of her for a moment longer, making it clear what was about to happen, and then he rose and started stroking her again between her legs.

This time it was the smooth head of the dildo moving against her lips, and she groaned in frustration, just wanting him to put it in. She pulled at her cuffs, but he patiently teased her for a while longer before almost tenderly inserting the pink shaft. She let out a carnal groan of satisfaction at the feeling of finally having something inside her, and he worked it in and out of her a few times with a cruel look on his face. 

"There we are, good girl," he teased. She was beyond caring. "Now, let's continue."

With one hand he held the dildo inside of her, and with the other he resumed spanking her. Each time his hand fell, she couldn't help but clench around the dildo. It no longer hurt, the swats had become mere spikes in a wave of pleasure mounting inside her. The hand holding the pink shaft was also brushing against her clit as she jerked on the desktop, and she could feel her inevitable climax coming. A small voice in her head took stock of her situation, aghast that she was about to have an orgasm like this: cuffed, gagged, exposed, and cruelly fondled by her school teacher. Fortunately for her, that small voice was drowned out by the chorus of her urgent need.

He stopped spanking her when she came. He had to; she started bucking so wildly as the clenching pulses of pleasure ran through her that he had to hold her still until she calmed down. She was almost glad she was gagged because it stifled what would have otherwise have been screams on her part. When the powerful climax subsided, he had already taken the dildo out and the gag, too. She lay, still cuffed, exhausted and panting on his desk. He laid a hand on her hip almost reassuringly.

"Consider that your punishment, young lady," He whispered. "But there's one more lesson you need to learn before you leave my office," he continued softly.

"Please, I can't..." she breathed. She swallowed and looked back as she heard what could only be his belt-buckle working. 

"Shhh, stay quiet or I'll have to put the gag back on you," he warned. "You are in my office today because of your suggestive behavior during my class. You've been punished, but I also intend to teach you exactly what the natural consequences of that kind of conduct are."

Her arousal was returning at a startling rate as she realized what he must mean. Still, she struggled to turn around on the desk and rise. He wouldn't go through with this, would he? Did she even want him to stop? She had fantasized about her young teacher before, she couldn't deny it. Never like this, though. But he wasn't giving her the choice, and he stopped her twisting efforts with a firm grip on the link between her cuffs. 

She froze as his cock come against her. At first it was just a hot pressure along the outside of her. Then he maneuvered himself so his head was just pressing against her, parting her just slightly. She tensed in anticipation. 

"Please..." she breathed, barely a desperate whisper.

"Please what?" he responded, almost just as breathily.

"Please... hurry," she moaned. 

He finally entered her, but he didn't hurry, and she cursed him as he took his time. Her eyes widened and she breathed in shallow gasps as he made her feel every inch of his dick going in. He savored the tight spreading sensation as he moved deeper. Finally he came to rest with his cock filling her; his pelvis resting against her ass. She waited for him to start moving, not sure if she could stand it.

Instead of thrusting like she expected, he released her wrists and held her by her shoulders. Then he pulled her up so she was standing, pressed against the desk, still completely impaled by him from behind. 




Discipline and Consequences



"I've watched you since you started my class," he growled in her ear. "Don't pretend you haven't put on quite the little show. I've certainly enjoyed it." He held her to him with one hand, and his other began to explore. He cupped her breasts, gently at first, then harder. He grunted in frustration and began unbuttoning her blouse.

She fidgeted but tried to keep still. She could barely stand having him so hard inside her, but it was impossible not to react as he touched her. The combination of the incessant, tight pressure inside her, and the soft, delicate way he was undressing her was intoxicating. 

"Yes, you are a very attractive young woman," he continued as he finished opening her blouse, "but I will not have you flaunting yourself at me during class." Then he slipped her bra up and began to tease her naked breasts. She didn't bother to try to stay quiet; it felt too good. 

"Mmm," he moaned, unable to stop himself now, and he started to thrust slowly, drawing himself out a little and then driving all the way back in a relaxed but strong rhythm. "but in my office, there are different rules..."

It was the last intelligible thing either of them said, and as his self-control slowly eroded, he began to thrust harder and faster. He was now pinching her nipples as he groped her urgently. She was trapped against the desk and his body, and she arched back against him, wanting only to be touched more. Eventually his hand drifted down her tummy and slipped under her skirt. He stroked her lips as they spread around his cock, and found her clit. After that it was only a matter of time before she was having her second orgasm of the hour, and as he felt her body tense, he joined her. 

As she collected her wits, he undid her cuffs and tucked himself back into his pants. Neither of them said anything as they straightened their clothes. She was spent, and felt a dizzy mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion. She wasn't sure how to feel about what had just happened, but unbidden, a small wicked smile crept across her lips as she turned to leave. When she reached for the door, he addressed her and she turned back. He was once again behind his desk, leaning back, hands folded, though now his clothes were not so cleanly pressed. 

"I hope your in-class behavior will change for the better, young lady," he warned, then paused, "but if you are having trouble controlling your urges, I encourage you to come to my office hours so we can, er, work on your self-control." He had almost managed it, but an evil grin had broken his attempt at authority. She left with him still smirking behind his desk, covering his mouth with his hand in a half-hearted attempt to regain composure, and she suppressed a giggle just long enough to fumble the door shut behind her.



Discipline and Love from the Office



Brandy Parker was a self-made and a very successful woman. She had started from scratch and created a very successful business. Her employees whom were all female were dedicated to her and contributed to her success as well as their own success. Many young women who had trained and worked under Brandy Parker became very successful in their own right. Both men and women executives were glad to hire someone trained by Brandy Parker.

Brandy Parker had many ventures including real estate, investing, and served on the board on several corporations. Many of her employees and staff benefited from these contacts as they moved up the executive chain. Brandy was a very generous boss and loved to help her people climb the ladder of success and they loved her for it.

In addition to being a successful business woman, Brandy was also a very beautiful woman as well. She stood 6' 2 inches tall, a brunette with dark eyes, and a figure that was 38 24 38. She worked out all the time so her 36-year-old body was in perfect shape with no signs of fat or abuse.

Brandy also dressed like the successful woman she was. She managed to walk that fine line between dressing like a successful businesswoman but adding a touch of sensuality. She also had an air of self-confidence that radiated from her body and her demeanor. When you met her there was no doubt Brandy Parker was in charge. 

Brandy demanded perfection from her employees but also would go out of her way to help them succeed. When they worked for her she controlled every part of their lives for their benefit. She insisted they take care of their bodies including exercise programs. They were to eat right, sleep right, and avoid smoking and excessive alcohol. She also encouraged them to further their education often paying for them to advance. They were also paid well and in exchange she expected them to produce. Brandy believed the successful woman leads a disciplined life. Any woman who was trained by Brandy Parker was always the better for it.

There was one other aspect of working for Brandy Parker that kept her women in line and helped them to develop. Brandy strongly believed in physical discipline as well for employees who did not perform. Each of the women who worked for her signed a contract with her agreeing to be disciplined by her when their performance was sub par.

The women submitted to this contract because they knew the total benefits out weighed the disadvantages. Down deep all of the women who worked for her admired her and wanted to be like her. They also learned that when she disciplined them it was out of love for them and genuine concern for their well being.

Pam Johnson had only worked for Brandy Parker for about a month. She worked in the investment part of the firm and was partly responsible for investing Brandy's Money in certain parts of the stock market. It was her job to make good sound decisions and invest the money wisely. Unfortunately she made a rather large mistake on one stock that created a substantial loss for Brandy.

Brandy's administrative assistant, Sharon Watson, summoned Pam to Brandy's office on a Friday afternoon. Pam knew she was in trouble. She waited in Sharon's office nervously awaiting her fate. Sharon had the same confident attitude her boss had and at 34 was also a very beautiful woman. Sharon enjoyed the confidence of her boss and on occasions was permitted to discipline employees who got out of line.

After waiting for 15 long minutes, Pam was finally admitted to Brandy Parker's office. Brandy wasted no time in getting right to the point with Pam about her mistake and how much it had cost her. Brandy told Pam that it was more then just them money that concerned her. If Pam did not learn to avoid those mistakes it would hinder her own personal development. Pam was upset not only because of her mistake but also because she had disappointed Brandy Parker.

Brandy liked Pam and thought she had a great future. Pam was 23 years old, had just graduated with honors from college, and was very bright. She also was a very attractive young woman, blonde and blue eyes that could melt your heart. She was 5' 5" tall and had a perfectly shaped body. Brandy knew that she would eventually turn into a beautiful mature woman who if trained right would be very successful. In order for that to happen she would have to learn discipline. 

After they had talked for a few moments, Brandy told Pam she would have to be disciplined for her own good. 

"Yes ma-am," Pam responded. 

Brandy then told the young woman to be at her house at 7:00 that night to receive her discipline. "I will be there," Pam responded obediently. She dared to hope that once she had received her discipline she might work her way back into Brandy Parker's good graces. She was however totally unprepared for what would happen later that night.

Pam showed up right at 7:00 promptly, knowing better then to be late. Brandy ushered her into the living room. She poured two glasses of wine and they sat and talked. Brandy took the time to explain to her that she thought a great deal of her and she had tremendous potential. However for young woman to develop they need to be punished when they screw up She asked Pam if she understood and Pam assured her she did.

Pam was totally mesmerized by Brandy who was compassionate, loving, and yet firm. Pam knew she deserved to be punished and knew that Brandy Parker was the right woman to give it to her. Pam did not know it but she was already taking the first step in submitting gladly to the strong will of Brady Parker.

Brandy Parker stood up and said simply, "come her Pam."

Pam did as she was told and stood in front of Brandy. Brandy looked into Pam's softy blue eyes and said, "Pam, it is time for you to be disciplined by me. Your lack of judgment was child like and so you are going to be punished like one, do you understand?" 

"Yes ma-am," Pam responded looking down.

" Look at me when I am talking to you Pam," Brandy demanded.

Pam looked into Brandy's eyes as her punishment was announced. "Pam, I am going to strip you naked and then I am going to take you up to my bedroom and you are going to receive a good sound spanking from me."

Pam gulped hard as she heard the words not quite believing them. She had not been spanked since she was a child. She instinctively wanted to protest but Brandy's psychological control over her left her speechless.

Brandy left her no time to respond and was already removing her blouse. Pam was almost shell shocked but did not move and stood there helplessly as Brandy now removed her skirt. Brandy also kept her eyes on Pam's eyes the whole time she undressed her. Brandy's dark eyes almost mesmerized Pam as she yielded to her boss. 

Brandy told Pam to get out of her red high heels and Brandy then pulled down Pam's panty hose until she had them off. Once they were off she told Pam to put her high heels back on. Brandy loves to see women in high heels, especially when they are naked, because it makes the curves in their bodies stand out more.

Brandy now reached behind the attractive young blonde Pam and undid her bra and let her succulent breasts and nipples come into view. Her breasts were not as full as her own but nicely developed with gentle swooping curves and nipples that jutted straight out. Pam instinctively tried to cover them with her hands but Brandy told her to put her hands at her side. Brandy now lowered Pam's panties until the young 23-year old blonde woman stood in front of her completely naked except for her high heels.

Brandy appreciated a beautiful body on a woman and Pam certainly filled that bill. If she wasn't a 10 the she was a 9 and 7/8. Pam did not realize it yet, but Brandy wanted her naked not just for discipline purposes but also to enjoy the beauty of her young naked body. Somehow Pam seemed to sense that Brandy appreciated her naked body, which kind of pleased her

Pam had not expected to be stripped naked but was also unprepared for what happened next. "Take my clothes off Pam," Brandy commanded.

"Are you sure ma-am?" Pam asked in almost shock.

"Do I have to tell you a second time?" Brandy asked impatiently. 

"No ma-am," Pam responded. Pam was unsure of herself but for some reason she could not explain, she wanted to see Brandy Parker's naked body. 

With trembling fingers Pam began to unbutton Brandy's blouse and take it off. She tried not to stare but for some reason her eyes focused on Brandy's skimpy bra that held two full breasts with a deep cleavage. Brandy smiled to herself knowing the young woman was admiring her breasts but told her to keep going. Pam undid the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor and then picked it up. The beautiful 36-year-old Brandy Parker now stood in front of her in just bra, panties and high heels.

While Pam was still apprehensive her mood was changing somewhat. She was now eager to get Brandy's bra and panties off to see what this beautiful successful businesswoman would look like when completely naked. With fingers still trembling she unhooked Brandy's bra and let those two magnificent breasts come into full view. Pam marveled at their beauty and had the urge to touch them but thought better of it.

With almost a reverent feeling Pam inserted her fingers into the elastic of Brandy's panties and slowly but surely lowered them. As he knelt down to take them off her eyes couldn't help but focus on Brandy's neatly trimmed V patch that covered Brandy's love channel. That V patch was nestled between two perfectly formed firm and yet soft thighs.

Pam got back up and was in total awe as she viewed the absolutely gorgeous naked body of her 36-year-old boss Brandy Parker. Pam did not know it but Brandy was also excited about the young supple naked body of Pam Johnson. Pam had almost forgotten about her spanking but Brandy had not. In true Brandy Parker fashion, business first, and the younger attractive 23 year old blonde Pam Johnson needed to be soundly spanked for her mistakes.

Brandy took Pam by the hand and led her across the room, up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. The bedroom was very elegant and tastefully decorated. In the center of the room sat a simple straight-backed chair. Brandy led the younger woman over to the chair and sat down in it with Pam standing by her side. Brandy looked Pam over one more time admiring her supple young naked body. She knew she had to discipline her but she was also looking forward to having the feel of her young naked body against her own naked body.

Brandy reached up and took her by the arm and pulled her naked body down over her bare thighs. Secretly she thrilled to the touch of Pam's naked body against hers and she looked so young and beautiful lying submissively over her bare thighs. Pam also liked the feel of Brandy's naked body against hers but she would soon have more to think about then those pleasant feelings.

Brandy raised her hand and brought it down quickly landing with a loud smack on poor Pam's bare behind. Pam's naked body reacted immediately and she squirmed and wiggled uncomfortably. Brandy gave her no time to settle down and quickly landed another smack on those tempting bottom globes that begged to be spanked, and spank them Brandy would.

Brandy began to land crisp hard smacks on poor Pam's upturned and unprotected bare behind. Pam's naked body began to squirm and wiggle in earnest as her bare behind started to turn a bright red. Pam hoped her squirming would avoid or lessen the impact of the smacks landing on her bare behind but Brandy was too experienced for that. Pam could squirm and wiggle all she wanted to but Brandy would never miss a smack landing on Pam's bare behind. The sounds could be heard throughout the room, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack

Pam did not realize it but Brandy loved to have Pam's naked body squirming and wiggling against her own naked body as she spanked the young beautiful woman. She knew how much she was getting through to her by how much she squirmed and wiggled and it also caused sensual pleasure to occur in her own naked body. For Brandy it was a dual treat. She could give this young woman the discipline she needed and feel sensual pleasure at the same time. 

Brandy would lay on over two hundred smacks on Pam's behind before she paused, but only to pick up the wooden paddle that lay beside the chair. Pam had been spanked as a child but she had never been paddled, so her naked body was quite shocked when the paddle landed on her left bare bottom cheek. Her head snapped back, her left leg kicked up, her hips twisted and turned ands she hollered "owwwww."

Once again Brandy wasted no time and began to land crisp hard smacks of the paddle to Pam's bare behind. Pam's bare behind was still young and firm so the paddle bounced off of it every time it landed. Pam was crying now and hollering ow and ouch with each smack of the paddle that landed. It did not take long before Pam's shapely legs began instinctively to kick back and forth and from side to side as the paddle continued to warm her bare behind.

For Brandy it was a beautiful sight and feeling as well to have this beautiful 23 year old naked blonde squirming and wiggling and kicking her legs uncontrollably as she paddled her. Sometimes Pam would kick her legs wide apart and Brandy could see her love channel with her aroused eyes. It was often difficult for Brandy to keep her mind on the important discipline job when the young blondes naked body acted so provocatively However, Brandy kept her cool and gave the young Pam a good 200 swats of the paddle.

Brandy finally stopped paddling the young naked woman to Pam's great relief. Pam assumed that her discipline was over but was she ever mistaken. Total shock and a painful surprise occurred when the first smack of the hairbrush landed. Pam could feel the pain shocks throughout her entire naked body as the wooden backed hairbrush landed with a loud smack. Any squirming and wiggling Pam had done before would pale in comparison to what was about to happen.

Brandy commenced to land a steady pattern of smacks to Pam's poor unprotected bare behind covering every square inch of it over and over again. Pam had never even dreamed such pain was possible and her naked body reacted accordingly. Her beautiful naked body thrashed around wildly over Brandy's firm thighs and again her legs were kicking wildly in all directions as she cried and hollered loudly. For her part Brandy knew Pam deserved a good sound spanking at that is what she was going to get no matter how beautiful she looked.

Pam could stand it no longer and finally broke down completely and began to beg and plead for mercy.

" Please no more ma-am please, please Ms. Parker I'm so sorry, please Ms.Parker I've learned my lesson honest, please ma-am I won't screw up again, please ma-am, I can't take it anymore." 

Poor Pam continued to beg and plead but the hairbrush continued to land all over her bare behind. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

One thing has definitely changed for the moment. Any sexual urges Pam had were lost in the pain of the moment. For Brandy Parker it was a different story. Although her prime goal was to discipline this beautiful young blonde woman, she could not deny certain strong sexual urges building within her own naked body.

Finally, Brandy decided the young woman had enough and put the hairbrush down. For a few moments she let the younger woman lie naked over her bare thighs and cry her heart out. As Pam sobbed, Brandy began to feel compassion for her knowing full well how much pain she had endured. It was important that Pam also see the other side of Brandy as well.

Brandy let her get up and sit on her lap as she was still crying. Brandy put her arms around her and began to comfort her, telling her "it's over now and I know you will do better next time." Brandy began to massage Pam's back gently as her other hand rested on Pam's thighs. Pam was glad to be back in Brandy's good graces again.

After Pam settled down Brandy let her get up and said' lets take care of your bruises". Brandy led her over to the bed and told her to lie down on her stomach. She picked up some soothing ointment and began to rub it gently on Pam's very sore bare behind. Pam whimpered softly as she enjoyed the gentle touch of Brandy's hand. The very hand that had brought her pain was now bringing her pleasure.

Brandy continued to work in the ointment, which also happed to be perfumed and was pleasing to the smell as well. Brandy also rubbed some on her thighs as well and then subtle changes began to occur in Pam. As Brandy massaged the backs of Pam's thighs, Pam began to open her thighs just a little. Brandy responded by rubbing ointment on her soft inner thighs as well. As she did so Pam opened her thighs even more, exposing herself to Brandy. Both women now began to feel strong sexual urges.

After rubbing Pam for about 10 minutes, Brandy lay down on the bed beside her and said, "I hope that makes it a little better." 

Pam turned on her side facing Brandy and asked, "You don't hate me then", Pam asked. Brandy turned towards her and said, "of course not, I gave you the discipline that you deserved because I care for you." 

" Are you sure?" Pam asked tearfully.

"Of course I 'm sure," Brandy responded, "come here Pam."

Brandy pulled Pam close to her and put one arm under her neck and the other over her side. Pam instinctively pushed her beautiful naked body up against Brandy's relishing the comfort she was getting. Pam looked up at her and said, "I won't screw up again." 

"I know honey," Brandy said and gently kissed Pam on her forehead. When she did so Pam squeezed even closer to her. When Brandy pulled Pam close to her, Pam's hands were in front of her about chest height. Now that Pam was even closer Pam's hands were resting on Brandy's full breasts and nipples. As Pam moved her hands slightly Brandy could feel them on her breasts and nipples.

Brandy kissed Pam one more time on the forehead and Pam looked into Brandy's eyes almost in gratitude. As they looked into each other's eyes their faces moved towards each other as if it was meant to be. Their passions were now mounting and what happed next seemed to natural. Brady pressed her lips against Pam's sweet lips and they shared their first kiss. They lingered briefly on each other's lips and then kissed each other several times almost as if teasing each other.

Finally Brandy took the lead and kissed Pam passionately pulling her as close to her as possible. As they kissed Pam's hands which had been clinched tight opened up right on Brand's full breasts and nipples. Pam closed her hands on them almost as if hanging on as Brandy's tongue explored her inner mouth.

After exchanging several deep kisses for almost 10 minutes they pushed a little apart so they could begin exploring each other's naked bodies with their hands. For over 30 minutes they contented themselves with exploring the wonders of the others naked bodies occasionally kissing on the lips and other parts of their bodies. They both found the pleasures of kissing each other as they caressed their partner's breasts and nipples. They likewise found the pleasure in sucking on the other persons breasts and nipples and then having theirs licked and sucked on.

Before long their hands wandered down between each other's thighs and found that special spot. Brandy gently massaged Pam's special spot as she had one hand on Pam's left breast and kissed her on her lips passionately. Pam's naked body twisted and turned as she moaned softly until finally her naked body erupted into a wonderful climax.

Pam now wanted to repay Brandy in a special way. She began to kiss Brandy starting at her breasts and nipples and worked her way down her beautiful naked body. When her tongue got down to her thighs she gently pushed Brandy onto her back and separated her thighs. Brandy began to breathe heavily and moan as Pam's tongue found it's way between her spread thighs and to her sex spot. It took very little time for Brandy's naked body to explode with a massive orgasm.




Discipline and Love from the Office



For the next two hours the beautiful 23 year old naked blonde Pam Johnson and the 34 year old beautiful naked brunette Brandy Parker played with each others naked body like two kids enjoying Christmas. After they both were contentedly tired, Brandy pulled up the comforter over them and Pam lay her head on Brandy's breasts and nipples as Brandy put her arms lovingly around her.

Before they drifted off to sleep, Brandy said to Pam, " you know if you screw up again, I will have to discipline you again?"

"Yes ma-am I know," said Pam snuggling closer to Brandy's naked body. They both drifted off to sleep in each others arms, Pam glad she was out of the dog house, and Brandy wondering how many times she would have to discipline the young beautiful blonde, Pam Johnson. She hoped a lot.

As Bandy started to dream, her dream began to focus on that 20-year-old sexy redhead Kelly Miller who had just started at the office. Brandy knew it would be important to get Kelly started on the right foot. Brandy smiled in her sleep somehow knowing it would not be long before she would have Kelly lying naked over her bare thighs and soundly spanking the sexy young redhead.



Discipline and Respect



I am the principal of a young ladies college. The students range in age from ten to nineteen with each age group having their own special problems. The best (and worst) are the older girls. They think they know everything and a teacher can find it difficult to handle them if they get out of hand.

I've always found the best way to handle the older girls is to treat them like adults, giving them respect and letting them know where the lines have been drawn. Respect and discipline are the watchwords.

You can understand that I was feeling a little annoyed to be approaching one of the senior grades and hearing what sounded like a mini riot taking place. I could see Miss Beryl Henderson trying to regain control and not succeeding too well. It looked like I was going to have to have a little chat with Miss Henderson. Again.

I stopped in the doorway, looking in, not smiling and not frowning, just assessing the situation. Girls started spotting me and whenever one of them looked my way I'd meet their eyes. It was amazing how fast they started sitting down and shutting up. What I was actually looking for was the ringleader to the little debacle and I spotted her soon enough. Melissa was the culprit. Why didn't that surprise me? She had had a few warnings before this. Now it was time for some active retribution.

The room was dead silent as I sauntered over to Miss Henderson, who was watching me and blushing sightly.

"Miss Henderson," I said softly, "do you think you can find time to come and see me in my office after final bell. Bring Melissa with you. Thank you."

She stammered some sort of acknowledgement and I turned, gave the class a killer look, and went on my way. That killer look would keep the class in order for a while, and the end of the period wasn't too far off. A new class and a different teacher would help keep them calm.

About fifteen minutes after the final bell rang Miss Henderson and Melissa showed up at my office. I invited Miss Henderson in and suggested to Melissa that she might like to sit outside and wait. From the look on her face she didn't like, but sat anyway. 

I had Miss Henderson sit down and then I very politely ripped into her. I pointed out that the mini riot I'd interrupted was not the sort of behaviour I expected at the school. I emphasised the discipline and respect mantra. If she imposed the discipline and showed respect for the students, self-discipline and respect would develop in the students.

I didn't give a damn about the modern attitude of free expression and letting the students decide what was good for them. As far as I was concerned the students were here to learn and we, by god, were going to teach them. Miss Henderson's classes did not appear to be learning. I'd been reviewing the results of the classes she was teaching and I was not happy. She was going to pull her finger out and do things my way or she could request a transfer to another school.

Miss Henderson blustered a little, but it's hard to argue when the results of her free-teaching style were on paper, and they were not pretty. She was going to tighten up discipline and that was final.

"I have an ideal subject for you to practice tighter discipline on," I told her. "You might have been wondering why Melissa is waiting outside?"

At her nod I continued.

"Sweet little Melissa was orchestrating that riot in your classroom. Something that you should have spotted and stopped before it started. Now we're going to have a little chat with Melissa, I'm going to recommend a specific punishment and you're going to go ahead and deliver it."

With that I called Melissa in. I'd like to say she entered fearfully, quaking in her shoes, but she didn't. She waltzed in as though she'd called the meeting, all youthful arrogance. I smiled at her. She smiled back. The duel was about to commence.

Briefly, I told Melissa that her behaviour was beyond the pale and that the riot she'd instigated was going just a little too far. She sweetly pointed out that she hadn't started the fuss. It was spontaneous, she told me, and I couldn't prove otherwise.

"You seem to mistake me for the legal system, Melissa," I said. "I'm not. You did it and now you're catching it. As you know, we're allowed to practice corporal punishment in this school. We rarely have to but in your case I'm willing to make an exception. Miss Henderson is going to administer a spanking, and I hope it will teach you both something."

"You're kidding," came from two directions, one voice horrified and the other laughing. Miss Henderson, the believer in freedom, was the horrified one.

"You can't make me do that," protested Miss Henderson. "You'd need parental permission for a start."

"I have it. It's part of the rules signed by the parents at the start of each year. It is also in the rules that Melissa read and signed when she turned eighteen. Please proceed."

"You're kidding," Melissa repeated. "You really think Miss Henderson is going to spank me?"

"Yes, I do," I acknowledged. "If necessary I will show her how it's done, using her bottom to demonstrate. If she has a choice between getting spanked herself or spanking you, which option do you think she'll pick?"

"You wouldn't dare," Miss Henderson said, sound quite shocked.

"If it means stopping you and Melissa turning my school into a free for all then yes, I most certainly would dare. Melissa is not leaving this office without being punished. If you want to have the same punishment, that's your choice."

There was a bit of to and fro between Miss Henderson and myself but I was adamant. Finally Melissa put her piece in.

"You might as well, Miss Henderson," she said with some exasperation. "It looks as though I'm going to cop it no matter what and I'd sooner have you spank me than him."

Talk about a schmozzle. I could not believe that a woman in her twenties didn't have the faintest idea of how to go about delivering a spanking. 

"Have Melissa bend forward over the desk, lift up her dress and smack her bottom," I told Miss Henderson. "How hard can it be?" 

Melissa bent over the desk. Check. Miss Henderson lifted her dress. No check. It promptly fell back into place. Eventually she got the idea to tuck the hem into the belt and the dress stayed up out of the way. OK, check. Smack her bottom. Hell's bells. Someone teach the woman the difference between pat and smack. Pat is what you do to a pet, not a bottom. (Melissa was biting her lip. To stop herself laughing out loud, I was sure.)

I sighed and walked around to stand next to Miss Henderson. I looked at Melissa, bottom on display, non-regulation panties also on display. I pulled the panties down. Both Melissa and Miss Henderson squeaked at that.

"This is what you are doing," I told Miss Henderson, patting Melissa. (I have long arms. Maybe I over-reached a little, because the pat didn't land on Melissa's bottom. Ah, well, accidents happen.)

"This is what you should be doing," I added, talking over Melissa's squeak of protest, and delivering a firm spank to Melissa's bottom. (And yes, I did land the spank on her bottom.)

"Now, do you think yourself capable of doing this?" I asked, stepping back and indicating she should proceed. "If I have to demonstrate further it will be on you."

Face red, Miss Henderson delivered a firm spank to Melissa. Melissa squealed and Miss Henderson apologised. Apologised, for crying out loud, because a spank might have hurt. I'd had enough.

"Beryl, I think you'd better take up position next to Melissa."

"Wh-why?"

"Because, Beryl, it's plain I'm going to have to educate you both. You need to learn that discipline may be painful at times but it is necessary. Melissa is going to learn that retribution will follow if she pushes hard enough. Now bend over."

I'd changed the formal Miss Henderson to the informal Beryl, effectively reducing her to another student. Perhaps she saw it that way herself as she bent over next to Melissa, casting little looks back at me. She gave a little squeak when I lifted her dress up out the way and a louder one when her panties went down.

"You're not really going to spank me?" she protested, not quite believing it.

"You tell me," I said, my hand coming down sharply. 

Beryl gave a sharp squeal which was immediately followed by a similar squeal from Melissa as I gave her a decent spank. 

As I spanked I explained to them their shortcomings. It's hard to argue when anything you have to say is interrupted by a hand landing very firmly on your bare bottom. All the girls could really do was squeal and protest and get their bottoms warmed up. 

It seems that it's been so long since I've had to spank anyone that I've grown into a rather careless spanker. For some reason a number of spanks seemed to land on a pair of pussies, stinging them. Entirely accidental, of course, but fortunately they tended to be lighter spanks. Still and all, it seemed to me that both young ladies were getting aroused by the spankings. (This wasn't exactly a guess. Standing where I was I could see everything the girls had, and one thing they seemed to have in common was labia that were swollen and spreading.)

With the spanking effectively complete, I decided to finish off. Standing between the two young women I let my hands close over their mound, a finger delicately probing between each set of lips. Not to my surprise, Beryl was not a virgin. Rather to my surprise, Melissa was.

Both girls protest volubly at what I had just done and I was laughing as I let them go and stepped back.

"OK, you can stand up, Melissa. Please remain like that for a moment, Beryl."

Melissa stood up and turned to face me. She was reaching down to pull up her panties but I stopped her.

"Not yet," I said quietly. Reaching over I lifted the front of her dress and tucked it up into her belt, leaving her exposed. She hastily crossed her hands in front of her pussy, blushing when I laughed. I turned to speak to Beryl.

"Tell me, Beryl," I said softly. "You believe in giving the girls a well rounded education?"

"Yes," came the muttered reply.

"Then, if Melissa doesn't object, we should be able to assist her in catching up on a class she missed."

I started rubbing Beryl's pussy. 

"I noticed that you're flagged as having missed the sex education course," I said to Melissa. "You don't mind if Beryl now gives you a quick rundown on it, do you?"

Melissa was watching as I rubbed Beryl, her hands not so much cupped in front of her pussy as gently rubbing it. 

"No," she said in a husky sounding voice. "I don't mind."

"There you go," I told Beryl, my fingers slipping between her lips and testing the waters, so to speak. (In this instance, the waters were hot and wet.)

I withdrew my hand and pressed something else up against her. Melissa's eyes went wide and she was watching hard, not wanting to miss a stroke. Beryl's attitude was a little different.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "You're not really doing that are you? Oh, fuck me, you are. You really are."

While she was asking what was going on I was sliding steadily into her. For some reason, spanking two pretty little bottoms had got me all aroused and my erection was a veritable flagpole. 

I pushed steadily forward, my cock moving down a tight hot passage, nicely oiled to facilitate my entry. Beryl commented the entire time I was pushing home, wanting to know if I was mad, did I know what I was doing, how could I do this? I didn't bother answering until my groin was pressing firmly against her pussy, my cock up her as far as it would go.

"No, I'm not mad. I'm not even cross any longer. It should be obvious to you that I know exactly what I'm doing. I find I can do this quite well. Any other questions? If not, how about we demonstrate to Melissa what sex is all about?"

"What, Melissa? Oh my god. Melissa is watching. Oh my god."

I shrugged (mentally) and started to move, withdrawing and plunging back in hard. Beryl might have found the situation a little strange but she hadn't told me to stop, so I saw no reason not to continue. After driving in a couple of times I paused.

"Beryl, you're supposed to move with me. You're going to give Melissa a poor idea of how to handle a man if you can't handle one yourself."

Beryl said a rude word but when I thrust into her again she lifted her bottom, pushing to meet me. I took it slowly at first, letting Beryl get used to her unexpected treat and also making a bit of a performance of it for Melissa's benefit. (I didn't give a commentary. She should be smart enough to work out what was happening.) 

After a while I started picking up the pace. Beryl adapted to the new pace, her bottom bobbing up and down. It was a great temptation to start smacking it as it bobbed, but I nobly refrained. It wasn't long before Beryl was giving out eager little cries as she bounced against my cock, her arousal full on and her excitement growing in leaps and bounds. 

I continued to pace myself. I didn't want to climax yet, but I didn't mind driving Beryl around the bend. It wasn't long before Beryl was ready to go. I held her like that, right on the cusp, pleading with me for release. 

"Are you sure?" I asked her, laughed when she swore, and pressed in a little harder, just enough to let her climax without spilling my own load.

Beryl had a relatively quiet climax, shaking and shuddering beneath me before slumping forward over the desk, spent. I looked over at Melissa. She looked as though she was fascinated by the whole thing and she also looked highly aroused. Good thing, too. She was next.

I disengaged from Beryl and turned to face Melissa. Her eyes promptly dropped to where my erection was still standing firm. She didn't actually look at me as a person until I took her arm and started backing her up against the table.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Practical work," I told her. "Let's see how well you understood what we did."

"You can't," she gasped. "You just did it. Men can't do it twice just like that."

"A base calumny bestowed on some men by lesser men," I told her. "It should be obvious to you that some men can." 

"But you can't do it to me," she protested.

"Why not? You have to learn sometime and it seems that this is as good a time as any."

I reached down and cupped her mound. I could feel the heat in it and her lips were practically kissing my hand, they were so eager.

"What I'm going to do," I said softly, "is move your lips apart and slowly insert my erection into it. I'll go easily and we'll see how it goes. I'm taking you from the front so you can see me entering you. OK? If you're going to say no, you'd better say it now."

With that I started. I reached down, parted her lips just a little, and pressed my erection against her. As soon as my cock had passed between her lips I let them close around me, moving my hand so she could see what was happening. Melissa was breathing hard, looking down at what was happening, not commenting, too fascinated by what she was seeing and feeling.

I pressed a little further in, hearing Melissa squeak with excitement. Then, unfortunately, I was pressing against her hymen.

"OK, Melissa, here's where you get your cherry popped." 

She went slightly pale and looked at me, visions of sudden pain going through her mind. 

"Yes, it may hurt," I admitted. "But it will be over quickly."

She swallowed and looked down at where I was pressing into her. She was tense and expectant, but she was waiting to see what was going to happen.

I started pressing more firmly against her, and I could see her nerves screwing tighter as the pressure slowly increased. The trouble was I didn't want to push in harder, wanting to take her through it slowly. I was thinking she might start to panic as the pressure increased with nothing happening, but then she gave a gasp and I felt myself surging forward. 

She looked at me, her eyes wide, looking rather surprised, but then her attention switched back to where the interesting things were happening. I pushed against her, slowly sinking in, while Melissa watched.

So did Beryl. I felt a hard thump on my arm and turned to see her glaring at me.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at me.

"Educating Melissa," I said quietly. "This is her practical exam."

"You can't do that," Beryl insisted.

"Melissa doesn't seem to mind," I pointed out, my cock nearly fully in her.

I gave one last little push and slid fully home. I held myself there for a moment, letting Melissa adjust and get accustomed to what was happening. Finally I started pulling back, paused and pushed back in, moving firmly but not too fast, letting her see and feel me sinking back in. Then I repeated that, watching her to see how she reacted. 

When I started driving back in the second time I could see Melissa pushing back against me, encouraging me to sink in faster. With that I stopped worrying about how she would handle it and started taking her properly. Still moving fairly slowly I pumped into her, enjoying the friction of her passage clinging to my cock.

I kept it nice and slow for a while, Melissa moving happily against me. Eventually I could see her urgency was building and started moving faster. It wasn't long before I was really driving into her. Melissa was ignoring me as a person. What she was concentrating on was what was happening to her, moving against me with great enthusiasm.

She was gasping and squeaking, starting to ask for more, wanting me to take her harder, faster, her gasping please seeming to condense down to a wail for "more, I need more."

I was quite happy to give her more. I was still pacing myself, wanting her a lot closer to a climax before I started really letting loose. I was hitting Melissa hard and fast now and she was responding marvellously, eager to take everything I could give her. I was enjoying my task. Sometimes teaching students is a joy in its own right and this was one of those times.

I could hear that Melissa was hitting the high notes with her gasps and little cries, her excitement and passion plain to hear. It would only be the act of a gentleman to help her over the edge and I showed my true colours. 

I took her into the final run, driving in harder than ever, grinding my groin hard against her. She lasted for a few more lunges then gave a sort of groan and climaxed, wailing softly as pleasure raced through her body, shaking her to the core.

Afterwards, when we'd all tidied up our clothing I had the girls sit down. Beryl looked a trifle worried. Melissa looked dreadfully smug. All things considered I thought I should handle the aftermath on a one-on-one basis. I asked Beryl to wait outside for a moment while I spoke to Melissa.

"You," I said as soon as Beryl had closed the door, "had better behave in future. You received a light spanking earlier. If I have to discipline you again you'll find out just how light it was. And the spanking would be all you get. Understand?"

She nodded. She understood. Make trouble and it would be a spanking and no side benefits. 

"OK. However, if you think you need another lesson on sex education, feel free to drop in and see me after school tomorrow. I will be quite happy to further your education."

She didn't say anything, just looked thoughtful. I dismissed her with a final warning about her behaviour.

She paused before she opened the door and looked back at me.

"What would another lesson in sex education entail?" she asked. 

"Erogenous zones, where they are, and how they make you feel," I said blandly, keeping my face straight.

She looked even more thoughtful, opened the door and departed. I strongly suspected that she'd be back. Some subjects need that additional study.

With Melissa gone Miss Henderson came charging back into the room.




Discipline and Respect



"How dare you?" she demanded. "It was bad enough that you chose to rape me but to then go ahead and rape poor Melissa. I'll have to go and see her and give her counselling."

"For a start, I didn't rape you," I pointed out. "You didn't tell me you didn't want it. As a matter of fact you seemed quite eager once we started."

Miss Henderson went bright red, wanting to defend herself but not knowing what to say. Ignoring that, I forged ahead.

"As for Melissa, I gave her the opportunity to say no but she didn't want to. Quite frankly, Melissa has been seeking to get laid for a couple of months, just not quite getting up the nerve to do so. She's quite happy with what happened and I'd expect her to get laid again in the very near future."

(Hopefully, tomorrow, by me.)

"You'll also find that now her tensions have been eased a little she'll be a lot easier to handle in class. I expect you to concentrate on instilling some discipline into the classes you take. You'll find the class will actually learn a lot more if they have to actually do the work."

Miss Henderson blushed again. We both knew that her classes hadn't been going too well. 

"To assist you, I'm going to have Mrs Thompson sit in on a few of your classes. She will not be taking part in the teaching but just having her sitting at the back of the class will help you with your discipline problem. After each class she will probably be willing to give you a review of how you're going and supply you with a few tips, but only if you ask her to."

(Mrs Thompson was affectionately known as Mrs Attila the Hun. She didn't have discipline problems in her class.)

Miss Henderson considered the idea of Mrs Thompson in her class and appeared to have mixed feelings. Too bad. She'd do as she was told. It would be better for her and the school in the long run and that's what I wanted.

"Now, was there anything else you wanted to say?"

Miss Henderson shook her head and I relaxed. I stood up and she did likewise. I strolled around my desk to stand in front of her. Then I started undoing the buttons on her blouse. She promptly slapped at my hands.

"Just what on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Ah, undoing your blouse," I said, "which will be followed by the removal of your bra. After that I intend to play with your breasts for a while before I proceed to take off the rest of your clothes. Subsequent to that I'll be coaxing you down onto your hands and knees, head down, bum up, while I take you most enthusiastically from behind."

Beryl just started at me, looking slightly shocked, but also slight aroused. I resumed unbuttoning her blouse. This time she didn't try to stop me.



Discipline And Therapy For Annie



My parents had sent me to stay at my uncle's as a punishment. Well I had been a bit naughty, and I needed to revise for my A-level exams. I think they thought that by sending me away from my friends and other distractions, I would have no reason for not getting on with schoolwork. So I was banished to my uncle's house for a few days, or a week or two- the time was not specified. 

I think they just wanted me out of the way.

My Uncle Dave is my mum's younger brother. He is much younger than she is. At 28 he is only 10 years older than me. He is slim and just above average height. He has light brown hair which is wavy, and he is an architect. He lives on his own and he is dishy. If only he hadn't been my uncle then I would have fancied him. A lot! 

I don't know what my parents were thinking of in sending me to stay with him. He has soft brown eyes and big eyelashes, like a girl's. And a husky voice. You couldn't help but fancy him. 

I was wearing huggy jeans and a loose top when I arrived at his door. He was dressed casually when he answered it. 

'Hi, Annie. Come in,' he said as I flung my arms around his neck. He hugged me a bit reluctantly.

We went inside, and he offered me a cup of tea.

'Well, it's good to see you Annie.' He looked at me quizzically and asked me about school, and how I was getting on and all that sort of boring stuff. I answered him without saying too much. Then he looked hard at me, and I felt a bit embarrassed by it.

'Well,' he said, 'I must say you are looking good!'

'Thank you,' I said, blushing at this unexpected compliment.

'You have turned into an attractive young lady.'

I blushed some more.

'Your mum says that you have also turned into a naughty young lady.'

'Oh. What did she say?'

'She said that you been avoiding your school work. Is that true?'

'Well, yes it's a bit true. I am sure I can catch up.'

'But there's worse. She also says you stole some money from her purse. Did you?'

I squirmed and avoided his eyes.

'Did you, Annie?'

'Yes,' I muttered and looked downwards.

'Why?'

'Well, they stopped my allowance and I was desperate.'

'I see!' He looked thoughtful. 'Your mum has made me promise to be very firm with you while you are here. I have to restrict your freedom and ensure you behave yourself, and get on with your schoolwork. I am to punish you if you misbehave.'

'Oh.' I could feel tears coming to my eyes. 'And will you?'

'Yes, I must do as she says. So you had better behave yourself.' He smiled. 'Come on, I am sure we shall get along. Let's get you unpacked, and then we'll have something to eat.'

I was staying in the spare room. As I snuggled up in bed I thought about the day. Uncle Dave had said I was attractive! That was something. The evening had been quite okay, he had been very polite and proper, and I had managed not to think too much about the upsetting stuff.

I had caught him looking at me. I wondered what was going on behind those smoldering eyes. Was there more to it- did he fancy me like I fancied him?

He'd said he would bring me a cup of tea before he went to work in the morning. He'd also said I could use his PC, but not to go into any private stuff. That made me think.

I pulled off my nightie and decided to sleep just in my knickers. The fresh clean sheets felt delicious against my skin. I curled up with one hand on my breast, softly against my nipple. I put the other hand down the front of my knickers, and pressed on my pussy. Gosh I do fancy him, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to hear a knocking on the bedroom door.

'Come in,' I said sleepily. Uncle Dave entered with my cup of tea.

'Wakey wakey,' he said 'here's your tea.'

'Thank you.' I propped myself up in bed. He stared at my naked breasts. They are a B-cup, and my nipples were erect. I had been dreaming of my uncle.

'Oh,' he said looking nonplussed, ' Excuse me. I didn't realize you wore nothing in bed.'

'I've got knickers on,' I said, and pulled the bedclothes over me.

'Okay.' He still looked fazed as he retreated from the bedroom.

He'd said I could call him Dave, and not to worry about the uncle bit. I thought that made it easier to fancy him. If I wasn't thinking of him as my uncle then it was okay. Hmm.

I was on my own while he went to work. And I started off quite well, diligently doing school stuff. It was boring but I had to do it. So I applied myself. Well for a while, I managed it and felt quite worthy. I needed to use his PC to get some information. It was quicker than my laptop. That was when I got distracted.

I noticed a folder on the desktop, entitled 'private'. Well that was irresistible. I am only human. I had to try opening it. If he didn't know he wouldn't mind.

Inside it there were several folders, each with a girl's name. I tried one called 'Sally'. It was full of pictures of the person I assumed was Sally. And she was pretty; slim and leggy with blonde hair. I have blonde hair. Maybe blondes were his thing.

In a lot of the pictures she had her clothes on. Then there ones where she was posing naked. Quite demurely naked in some, and in others she was doing quite sexual things with a pink plastic dildo. In some she was holding a short whip, like a riding crop. So that was what turned Dave on! I suppose I should have been shocked, but I wasn't.

I checked another folder, this time one called 'Lisa'. It too had pictures, this time of Lisa, who looked remarkably similar to Sally, with blonde hair. He definitely had a type! And there were some of her naked, and some quite sexual again. 

My head was in a whirl. He liked blondes! And I am blonde, so maybe he would be turned on by me! Maybe I would have to find some excuse for exposing my body to him. Well I had already started that this morning.

When Dave got home I made us cups of tea, and asked him about his work. He was working on the design of a luxury villa. It was a normal civilized conversation and I felt quite grown up. Then he asked me about my day. I told him except I didn't tell him about the stuff I'd seen on the PC.

The conversation moved on and he asked me about myself. Had I got a boyfriend? I confessed that I was between boyfriends at the moment. Then I asked him.

'Is there any one special in your life? Have you got a girlfriend?'

'No, there's no-one at the moment.' 

I was surprised. I thought that there would be some one in tow.

'What sort do you go for, Dave?'

'What sort of girl do you mean?'

'Yes, do you have a type?'

'Well I like a strong personality, but otherwise, no particular type.'

'Oh, I'm surprised.'

'Why is that? Do you think I have a type?'

'Yes,' I said, without thinking, ' I thought you went for blondes.'

Suddenly it went very quiet, as he looked at me with a stern expression.

'Why do you think that, Annie?'

I blushed. I couldn't tell him I'd been looking at his private files. I stammered.

'I, err, I don't know.'

He looked at me with a face of thunder.

'You've looked at my private files, haven't you?'

I looked at him. I felt scared.

'Haven't you? Come on answer me!'

'Yes,' I said in a little voice.

He sat back and looked away from me. He appeared to be reflecting on his next move.

'I am disappointed in you,' he said. 'Well your mother said I must be strict with you and punish you when you are naughty. And you have been very naughty, haven't you?'

'Yes, Uncle Dave.'

'So you must be punished.'

With that he grabbed me and put me over his knee. Then he gave me a sharp smack on my bum. I was wearing jeans, but it still hurt- but not that much. Then he told me to stand up. I was surprised. I was expecting more than one smack.

'Now, go to your room. I will call you when it is time to eat.'

In my room I decided to get changed. It was quite warm so I put on my summer dress. It has a high waist and flares out. And it is quite short so it makes my legs look longer. I put on a bit of eye make-up and lip gloss.

Last night we had had a bottle of white wine, but there was no more in the fridge. So I thought it would please Dave if I went out to the corner shop and bought some. The trouble was I had no money.

I opened the door and looked out. I could see Dave's coat hanging in the hall. Maybe there would be some money in it. I crept out, and put my hand in the coat pocket. And there it was, Dave's wallet. I pulled it out and extracted ten pounds. That should be enough for a standard Chardonnay.

I suppose I was being foolish to think I would get away with it. Well, I didn't. Dave appeared and caught me red-handed. 'Oh fuck', I thought, 'now I'm in trouble.'

'What are you doing, Annie?'

'I. err, I was going to go out and get you a bottle of wine.'

He looked oddly calm.

'I told you to stay in your room.'

'Yeah. Sorry.'

'Now I find you not only disobeying me, but also stealing my money.'

'I wanted to please you by getting some wine.'

'Not good enough Annie.'

'Oh. Am I in trouble?'

'Yes. Deep, deep trouble.'

'Look I'm sorry.'

'An apology is not sufficient. You must be punished. Here, come with me.'

He led me into the sitting room. He sat down and I stood before him with my head bowed. I was full of apprehension. But I found I was also excited by the possibilities.

'Firstly, how much did you take?'

'Ten pounds.'

'Put it on the table.' I placed the money on the table as he had instructed.

'Now you must confess. You must say you've been naughty, and deserve to be spanked.'

'I have been naughty. I deserve to be spanked.'

'Very naughty. And on your bottom.'

'I have been very naughty, and I deserve to be spanked on my bottom.'

'Hmm,' he considered me thoughtfully. 'Now turn around.'

I turned so that I was standing with my back to him.

'Lift up your dress, so I can see your bum.'

I lifted my dress and stuck out my bottom. I was wearing frilly light blue knickers. He put his hand on my right buttock and stroked it. I caught my breath.

'What a nice little pink bottom you have.' He put his left hand on my left buttock and continued stroking. It felt nice. I let my breath escape.

'Yes, that's a very sexy pink bum. Do you like it when I touch it?'

'Yes, Uncle Dave,' I said in a very small voice.

'Oh, do you indeed! So you are wicked as well as naughty'. He ran his fingers under the elastic at the top of the knickers. 

'I think you want me to spank you. Do you?'

'Yes,' I croaked.

'Then ask me to do it, because you are naughty and wicked.'

' I am naughty and wicked. Please spank me on my bottom Uncle Dave.' 

'On my little pink bottom!'

'Please spank me on my little pink bottom.'

'Now turn round and lie on my lap. Assume the spanking position.'

I did as he said, and positioned myself on his lap. He was wearing cotton trousers. I could feel his erection pushing against them. Not only was this business turning me on but it was charging him up! 

He lifted my dress up to expose my knicker-clad bottom. He paused then suddenly there was a whoosh of air as his hand came down and I received a hard painful smack on the buttocks.

'Ouch'.

I was expecting another but there was a pause.

'One is not enough, is it?'

'Please spank me again, Uncle Dave.' 

So he did. In all he smacked me six times. And it hurt. Then he stopped and told me to stand up.

'This is not right,' he said.

'What do you mean? Are you saying it is not right to spank me?'

'Oh yes, it's right to spank you. After all you asked me to do it.'

'So, what is it?'

'It should be on your bare bottom. We are going to have to do it all again.' 

I gulped.

'So ask me!'

'Please spank me on my bare bottom Uncle Dave.'

'Little pink bottom.'

'Please spank me on my bare little pink bottom.'

'That' s better. Now take your knickers off, and resume the spanking position'.

I slipped off my knickers and got back onto his lap. I could feel his erection was even harder. And my pussy was all moist through being turned on.

He pulled my dress up and ran his hands over my buttocks.

'What a nice bum. It's all pink and soft'. He ran his fingers over the crack of my arse, and down to my pussy.

Then he raised his hand and brought it down with a loud thwack on my buttocks. I cried out. Then he did it again harder. Six times he smacked my naked bum.

'Now your bottom is red, rather than pink. Stand up and say thank you.'

I stood up and thanked Uncle Dave.

Then he led me to the dining table where a meal was ready. He made me stand up throughout it, and I was not allowed to put my knickers back on. There was wine- it was a red Rioja. I drank two large glasses.

Then he looked me in the eye.

'I am going to have a shower and get changed. You are to stay here. You can have some more wine if you like, and watch television. I am going to leave the money on the table. If it has gone when I return I shall know you want more punishment.'

'Okay.' I sighed, 'Can I sit down?'

'Yes, if your bottom is not too painful.' With that he left me to it, taking my knickers with him.

My bottom was sore, and it tingled. I felt all hot and throbbing. I wanted to sit down on the settee. But I was all turned on, and my pussy felt damp. It was going to need attention. I went to the kitchen and got some kitchen roll, and placed it on the settee, so that I could sit down without leaving a damp patch. See how considerate I was getting to be!

My hand found its way down to my pussy. I let my finger move up and down. Soon it was all moist and easy. 

I thought about Dave. He had been really turned on by spanking me, especially on my bare bum. I could feel his hard cock pushing at his trousers. It had taken a lot of self control not to stroke it through the cotton fabric. I felt pleased that I could have such a sexual effect on him. And that really turned me on.

I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. I was not sure how long I had. But I wasn't just going to rush. I let my fingers push a little inside my pussy, spreading the labia. God that was nice. Then I let them stray to my anus. He liked my bum, I was sure of it. Maybe that was what turned him on. I let my fingers go their own way pushing into my arse hole. That felt deliciously wicked.

But my clitty was crying out for attention. I love my clitty. It felt all swollen and hard. I ran my finger along its little length. Then I began to caress it with two fingers, round and round. Would he hear me if I made a noise? Did I care? 

Soon I was using my whole hand to grind my clitoris. This was going to be a good one. My breath was coming in gasps, as I panted my way to a climax. Yes, oh fuck, yes. I let out a whoop as I came.

Well, indeed, it was a good one! I lay back and tried to gather my wits. I'd better tidy up. I stood up and cleared up with the kitchen roll.

Some more wine went down a treat. I tried the television, but there was nothing I could concentrate on enough to watch. Then I had a thought.

Spanking me had turned him on! Maybe if he did it again, he would act on his lust. I needed him to touch me. Before I had time to contemplate the pain this might involve, I had gone to the table, and picked up the ten pounds. That would get him going!

When Uncle Dave re-appeared I was surprised to see that he had not dressed in daytime clothes but was in his bathrobe. It was a silky navy blue number. As far as I could see that was all he was wearing. He looked sexy and ready for action. He had my knickers and was dangling them from a finger.

'Well, Annie, do you want these back?'

'I guess..'

'Do you deserve them? Have you been good?'

I said nothing. He rubbed his hand on his smooth chest inside his robe and looked thoughtful.

'Nothing to say Annie?'

I looked down, avoiding his eyes.

'Your silence is making me suspicious,' he said, rubbing himself some more. I noticed his hair was still damp from the shower.

'You can keep my knickers,' I said at last, 'as a memento of spanking me.'

'Why thank you marm,' he said, giving me a bow. His bathrobe did not hide much and I could see the outline of his cock. It twitched.

'I am beginning to think you probably have not been good. What have you been doing?'

I blushed. Had he heard me masturbating? 

'You've been naughty, haven't you? I can tell. What have you done now?'

He went over to the table where he had left the ten pounds. It was gone.

'Oh dear Annie, you've taken the money. Haven't you?'

'Yes,' I whispered.

'I can't hear you. What did you say?'

'I said yes,' I croaked. He looked pleased, and then changed his expression to a stern one.

'Stand up, and come here.' I got up from the settee and stood before him with my head bowed.

'You've been very naughty again. You must say it.'

'I've been very naughty.'

'And?'

'I deserve to be punished.'

'Yes. How?'

'You must spank me.'

It looked to me as if his cock was becoming interested, judging from the shape pushing at his robe.

'How?'

'You must spank me on bare bottom.'

'Little pink bare bottom! And ask me nicely.'

'Please spank me Uncle Dave. Please spank me on my little pink bare bottom.'

'You must resume the spanking position.' He sat down and I lay myself across his knee. He lifted my dress to expose my bum. He placed his hand on my right buttock and squeezed it gently. I could feel his cock pressing against me.

'You have a very pretty little bum. It is not as red as I expected. Maybe I have been too gentle with you.' His hand was rubbing between my arse cheeks, touching my pussy. And then my anus.

Then he brought his hand up and gave my bottom a sharp smack. I caught my breath. Then he paused.

'This wont do!' he said. I gulped, wondering what he had in mind.

'The punishments must escalate in severity if they are to work. This is the same as last time. Get up.'

I stood before him.

'Take your dress off.'

'What?'

'I said take your dress off.'

'But, I'll be naked.'

'Precisely. Now do as you are told. And thank me.'

So I pulled my dress over my head. I didn't do it too quickly, in case he wanted a good look. I wiggled my hips, and then placed the dress on the settee. I stood before Uncle Dave, naked.

'Thank you for letting me take my dress off Uncle Dave.'

'Put your hands on your head. Now wait here while I get something.' Then he walked out leaving me standing there. He returned after a minute or two carrying a toilet bag and what looked like a short whip. He sat down.

'Now, resume the spanking position.'

I lay across his lap. His cock was definitely getting hard. He placed his hand on my bum, and pushed my cheeks apart.

'Such a nice, pretty, soft, pliable bottom, with hardly a mark on it-what a pity I am going to have to use the horse crop on you.' His fingers were running against my pussy and up to my anus.

Then he moved his hand away and paused. Then I heard a whoosh of air and felt a sharp extreme pain across my bum. I let out a yelp. It really hurt. I could feel tears coming to my eyes. This was much more painful than last time.

He whipped me two more times, each more painful than the last. I think I was sobbing by the time he finished. I was just thankful it was only three strokes.

'Now get up.'

I got up and stood before him.

'Say thank you.'

'Thank you for whipping me Uncle Dave.'

'That's better. Now resume the position.'

'What!' Was I to be whipped again? I felt really frightened.

'Just do it.' 

Fearfully I lay across his lap again.

'Now I have to rub it better,' he said. I felt a cool liquid being poured onto my buttocks. I looked round to see baby oil. My, I was relieved, and excited.

'We can't have such a pretty little pink bottom with marks all over it, can we? This oil will make it feel better.' With that he began smoothing the oil into my right buttock. God it felt soothing, and sensual and so erotic! 




Discipline And Therapy For Annie



'Doesn't that feel better, Annie?'

'Yes, it does,' I gasped. He moved his hand to my left buttock.

'Say thank you.'

'Thank you for rubbing my bottom better.'

Some more oil landed on the small of my back. Soon a firm hand was spreading it around and moving between the cheeks of my bottom. A finger moved lightly across my anus and down to my pussy.

'I think I had better rub the oil in quite deeply. Would you like me to do that Annie?'

'Yes, please rub it in deeply,' I gasped.

He inserted a finger between my pussy lips and moved it up and down slowly. I was very moist. He pushed in two fingers and moved them in and out.

'How deep would you like me to go Annie?'

'Oh, as deep as you can.'

He pushed his fingers right in and rotated them inside me. It was exquisite. 

'I need to be more comfortable,' he said and loosened his bathrobe so that it fell open. His hard erect cock sprang out. It looked big. I squirmed round to put my hand on it.

'Later, Annie.' I took my hand away.

'What would you like me to do?'

'Well you should thank me for this deep therapy to your cunt.'

'Thank you for going deep into my pussy Uncle Dave.' I was gasping and panting, so I could hardly get the words out. He was breathing heavily too.

He removed his hand and placed a finger on my anal entrance.

'Would you like some more deep therapy Annie?'

He wanted my arse! I had sensed that he wanted my private place. And I wanted him to want it. His cock was twitching. This was going to be a new experience for me.

'Yes.'

'So ask me properly. Would you like therapy in your arse Annie?'

'Yes, I'd like therapy in my arse please Uncle Dave.' I was panting.

He brought out a tube of KY jelly, and squeezed some out. I felt him smearing it around my anus. It felt nice and oh so wicked.

'How is that?'

'Feels nice, Uncle Dave.'

He began pushing one finger into my bum hole. Then he pulled it out and dolloped some more KY jelly into the entrance. He re-inserted the finger and it slid in easily.

'How deep would you like the therapy, Annie?'

'Please give me deep therapy. Please give me deep anal therapy Uncle Dave. Please.' 

I could feel myself becoming quite lost in the sensations of it. His finger was sliding smoothly in and out, and as I relaxed more, he placed a second finger inside me. With two fingers he rotated them round, then moved them in and out.

He moved his other hand round to my front, and began to massage my clitoris. I was very, very close to climaxing. Then he increased the rhythm, round my clitty and in my bum. There was no holding back. I convulsed with an enormous orgasm which left me curled up, twitching and quite breathless.

I snuggled up on his lap and lay still for a while. Then I put my hand on his very hard cock.

'How did you like your discipline and therapy, Annie?'

'I liked it. A lot.'

'So say thank you.'

'Thank you Uncle Dave for giving me discipline and therapy on my bum....on my little pink bottom'.

He smiled and kissed the top of my head. I took his cock in my hand.

'Would you like me to help you with this, Uncle Dave?'

'Yes, I think I would.'

'Do you want it inside me? You could put it in my mouth, or my pussy, or even in my bum...'

'Oh Annie, I can't put it in your pussy. That would be incest.'

'Oh.'

'I would like to make use of your pretty pink bottom, and maybe the next time I have to punish you, then that is what I shall do. So be warned. If you misbehave, you know what will happen.'

'I think I am quite likely to misbehave, in that case,' I said in a very quiet voice.

He smiled, and kissed the top of my head again.

'For now Annie, you may use your mouth.

So I knelt down before him and engulfed his beautiful thick hard cock in my mouth. He lay back and closed his eyes. While he wasn't watching I took the KY jelly and smeared some on my finger. Then I began to rub it on his arse, until I could begin to push my finger in. He sighed as my finger slid inside. I moved it slowly in and out. It didn't take him long to cum. I guess he has a thing for anal