Saturday, July 22, 2023

The Little Schoolgirl : Mr. Matthew's Classroom

 
The halls of the high school were quiet as Jonathan Matthews headed back to his classroom. It was getting late and the sun had set early, leaving the windows dark and cold. The faculty meeting had run a little longer than he’d originally expected, with a number of the teachers wanting to discuss changes to the school’s corporal punishment policy. Jonathan hadn’t really cared all that much. He wasn’t quite as sadistic as the freshman English teacher, Ms. Temis, or as perverted as the History Teacher, George Mason. Hell, even Coach Hampton was a bit more vicious than Jonathan Matthews. 

Jonathan whistled to himself, his dinner swinging in a paper bag, clutched in one hand, while the oversized cup of diet soda was held in the other. After the meeting he’d left just long enough to hit up a fast food sandwich shop and grab something to go. His intentions were simple. Relax in the quietness of an empty classroom, eat his dinner, and grade papers. His students were gone for the day and this was his opportunity to grind through some of the more mundane tasks educators were often burdened with. He had to transfer the cup to the crook of his other arm as he pushed on the door handle that opened his classroom, and he heard the sound even before the automatic lights flickered on.

There was a motor running. High pitched, but strangely muted.

After being a teacher for 5 years, Jonathan Matthews had been exposed to some rather wild things. The inventiveness of students rarely caught him off guard. And honestly, he couldn’t say he was surprised to find the little schoolgirl in his classroom. She had something of a reputation, though as a freshman in the middle of her first year, Jonathan had only seen her on rare occasions. Still, finding her in his classroom, well after hours, in the dark, was… different.

Someone had pushed four of the student desks together near the back window and she was laying on the table tops, twitching. Her pale white skin seemed to glow under the bright fluorescent lights and she blinked as her eyes struggled to adjust. Brown nylon rope had been used to tie her down at the shoulders and her legs had been spread all the way out to the sides of the desks. Her knees dangled down, as did her hands, and a rather haphazard tie had been used to keep her in place. Her uniform was folded neatly in a pile a few feet away, shoes, stockings, skirt, and blouse. But the most interesting thing to Jonathan was the fact that the floor beneath her exposed and nicely quivering slit, was spotted with moisture, as if she had spent the last hour or two having repeated and constant orgasms. Hell, there were still fluids dripping down both legs to her bare little toes!



Jonathan let out a sign and set his drink and dinner down on the desk. The humming motor sounds were easy to identify. He spotted the control fob laying on his desk and with a roll of his eyes, he picked it up. It was set to maximum and he turned back to the little schoolgirl as he slowed the incessant vibrations of the motor, but didn’t turn it off.

“Well, hello there,” Jonathan said politely, smiling as her wide blue eyes finally focused on him. She let out a groan, her face a mask of exhaustion, satisfaction, and even need. “I’m Jonathan Matthews. You’re in my classroom. Might I inquire how you got here?”

The little schoolgirl licked her lips. “Please?” She moaned softly. “Please untie me?”

Jonathan nodded agreeably. “I will. I assure you. But you need to answer my question first. Why are you in my classroom, naked, tied to these desks?”

The blush on the girl’s face was delightful and Jonathan knew that she wasn’t here unwillingly, or at least, she hadn’t entered the room unwillingly. He glanced around, then went back over to the door. The classroom’s metal trash receptacle was there and sure enough, three spent and filled condoms were lying on top of the day’s detritus. Obviously she had entertained three of her fellow students, who had then rewarded her for being a willing fuckslut by leaving her tied up, stuffed solidly with a vibrator, and left for whomever found her. Jonathan frowned. Housekeeping would have eventually come in and released her, but she would have been left bound to the desk for three or four full hours, instead of the two she’d already endured. He took a deep breath, then walked over to the little schoolgirl's pile of clothing. He thumbed through it for a moment, then realized what was missing.

“Were you wearing a bra and panties when you came in here?” Jonathan asked curiously.

“Wh-what?” She breathed, still twitching. Clearly the vibrator in her pussy was affecting her cognitive processes. Jonathan snagged the fob controlling the toy inside her and got close again. 

“Panties. And a bra. They aren’t with your clothes. Did the boys take them?” He asked, articulating his words more clearly.

She blinked and shook her head, eyes fogged with pleasure. “Bra? Panties?” She closed her eyes. “No.”

Jonathan let out a deep breath. “Of course. I’ve heard about your penchant for violating school rules.” He shook his head, then went back to his desk. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a small packet. Then he went back over to the bound little schoolgirl, standing between her outstretched thighs. He lifted the fob and the humming motor went completely quiet. 

The little schoolgirl let out a sob and Jonathan set the packet down on her tummy, only to run his fingers downward, right into her slit. She was soaked and jerked as his touch bumped over her clitoris. Then she groaned desperately as he dug inward, his fingers curling to clutch the egg shaped plastic toy buried in her cunt. He pulled it out of her, the entire thing dripping with goo, and he set it down on the desk near her right hip. Then he wiped her own effluvium on her thigh, leaving a glistening trail of wetness to shine on her soft, cream colored skin. Jonathan picked up the packet and tore one side of it open. 

“Before I release you, we have to address the violation. You are aware that panties and a bra are required when you are here at school, right?”

Her eyes focused more clearly on him and she nodded, gulping. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, lifting her head. 

Jonathan’s hand went to his trousers and he tugged the zipper of his pants downward. “And can you tell me what the punishment is for not wearing a bra?”

She let her head fall backward and she closed her eyes. “Twenty strokes, sir. To my breasts.”

Jonathan pulled his cock out of his pants. The rubber slipped from the opened packet and he began sliding it over the full length of his very firm and large shaft. “That’s correct. Though I feel I should warn you that at tonight’s faculty meeting, a decision was made that it had to be twenty strokes to each breast. It can be delivered with single strokes across the full chest, or double strikes against individual tits.” He gripped the base of his cock and aimed it, right for the gaping open slit of the little schoolgirl’s pussy.

“And what’s the punishment for not wearing panties?” Jonathan asked, even as he moved forward. The tip of his member grazed the petal of her sex and she gasped.

“Twenty spanks!” She blurted out. Jonathan slid into her fully, in one solid, strong thrust. 

“Precisely. Twenty strokes. I have one of the school issued leather saps in my desk,” he said, starting to pump. His hips pressed against her soft open thighs and her body rocked as he began fucking her vigorously. He grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him and the creaking of the desks beneath them emphasized the levels of force and energy being used. “And don’t worry, I intend on punishing you in a moment,” he said as he banged her. “But before I get the sap, we need to discuss the other decision made at tonight’s faculty meeting about sensitization.”

The little schoolgirl lay there, eyes closed, clearly loving the sensation of Mr. Matthews’ prick sliding in and out of her sopping wet and oversensitized pussy. She’d endured multiple orgasms that afternoon, two with the boys and then another set left tied on the desk, the huge vibrator buzzing along inside her. But honestly, Mr. Matthews’ cock was exactly what she wanted. Thick and long and adult. It burrowed through her loins and delved into the aching crevasse, satisfying her needs. The pleasure made it difficult to focus.

“What? Sensitization?” She managed to mumble. 

Jonathan nodded, still pumping. He loved the way she tightened around him, clutching and squeezing his throbbing prick. “Exactly. The list of potential stimulation techniques was enlarged tonight. I hadn’t really thought about it, but under the circumstances, I’m kind of glad.” He slowed his thrusts and let out a soft groan. “Damn, you feel incredible,” he muttered. “I’m kind of torn,” he added, making slow, deep thrusts. “I’m personally fond of the TENS unit. I have one of the portable versions and frankly, the idea of sending little jolts of electricity through your nipples while I fuck you stupid sounds absolutely amazing.” 

The little schoolgirl let out a mewl, shuddering. 

“But Ms. Temis managed to get binder clips approved tonight, and the idea of one of those metal clamps crushing each nipple, wiggling back and forth, sounds pretty darn good too.” He jammed himself deep and hard, holding himself inside her. “Do you have a preference?” Jonathan asked.

The little schoolgirl looked up at him, mouth partially open, clearly on the cusp of orgasm. “Whatever you want to do to me, sir!” She breathed.

Jonathan smiled and pulled out again, but only until just the tip was still inside her. Then he began pumping once more. Gentle, steady thrusts. They must have been driving her banana crackers. 

“I like that attitude,” he admitted. “And while the binder clamps certainly are appealing, I think I’ll go get my TENS Unit instead.” He pulled his cock out of her dripping slit and turned away as she whined, her pussy convulsing as it was left empty. With his shaft bobbing, Jonathan walked over to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a box. He brought it back over to the table, setting it down on the little schoolgirl’s tummy. Then, without a word, he slid his rubber covered shaft back into her grasping, clutching cunt. 

A spasm rippled through her as he penetrated and her eyes closed again. Jonathan opened the box even as he began another round of steady thrusts, and he extracted a device the size of a television remote. It was white, with an LED screen, multiple buttons, and two dials. The little schoolgirl didn’t seem to care as he set the box aside, laying the device on her tummy just above her belly button. Then he leaned over and pulled two sets of white wires out of the box. 

“So I used to have a pair of those sticky stim tabs,” Jonathan said simply while he pumped his hips. “But I replaced them with these school sanctioned clamps. Simpler to use, even if it does restrict where you can put them.” He leaned forward, driving his cock deep into the little schoolgirl’s depths, even as he pinched both of the clamps open. He rubbed the plastic and metal pincers back and forth across her nipples and in just seconds they stiffened into taut little points. Jonathan smiled and then let the clamps close on each tip. The little schoolgirl let out a gasp, eyes snapping open, only to groan in delight. 

Jonathan laughed. “Yes, I’ve heard you seem to like the sensation of being clamped. I’m shocked I didn’t find you with clothespins jiggling from your tits.” He pulled back a bit and plugged the wires into the device on the little schoolgirl’s stomach. “Let’s see. Pulse I think, and for frequency, let’s do two pulses per second.” He pressed a few buttons. “And now for intensity. I think level three is a good place to start sensitizing you. It’s right on the borderline between a firm pinch and someone sucking on your nipple.” He turned both dials and the little schoolgirl stiffened, her pussy tightening up around his shaft. Her back arched a bit and she let out a little croon, though whether it was discomfort or pleasure, Jonathan couldn’t tell.

“Here’s the thing,” he added, his hands once more going to her hips. “There is no way you could have been tied like this without a ruckus. Which means you were totally complicit. You wanted to be tied up and fucked. The question I have is whether this was just some random room, or whether you meant to be here.”

The little schoolgirl looked up and for the first time, a very different look crossed her face. It wasn’t one of sexual delight, or confusion. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled in a way that made Jonathan’s cock quiver. “Which will get me more punishment, sir?” 

“Oh, you naughty little vixen!” Jonathan cooed. He grabbed the TENS Unit and turned the dials up another notch to level four. The little schoolgirl yelped, clenching her teeth and shuddering as the electricity now zipped across the tips of her breasts. “What does that feel like?” He asked curiously.

“P-p-pliers,” she hissed. 

Jonathan blinked. “Pliers? Someone has used pliers on your tits?”

She nodded quickly and Jonathan found himself getting even more aroused. “Wow. Now there’s something for the imagination.” He swung his hips, thrusting hard into her body and he found her panting, squirming form. Suddenly he felt the pressure building, his lust solidifying into a full formed object. He grunted as he began hammering himself into her, her fluids splattering his loins and wetting his balls. He gritted his teeth, much the same way she was doing, and the tightening of her pussy around his cock sent waves of pleasure streaming through him. He reached his climax and thrust himself deep, holding himself inside her as streams of cum shot up through his shaft, filling the small reservoir at the end of his prophylactic.

With a groan, Jonathan pulled out, sighing in relief and the little schoolgirl let out a squeal. He ignored her quivering, jerking hips and the way her loins jumped around, pussy convulsing as her unmet needs overwhelmed her. He pulled off the condom and as he passed his desk, he reached into the bag with his now cold dinner, and grabbed a napkin. He wiped himself off, the excess fluids staining the paper dark and he tossed all of it into the waste bin. He zipped himself up as he turned back to the quivering girl, stopping at his desk for only one more item.

The leather sap felt very solid in his hand and he walked up to the little schoolgirl, his eyes focused on the wet, pink slit his cock had just been in. He paused, trying to decide whether to punish her breasts or pussy first. She twisted on the desks, her arms and legs pulling the cordage that held her open, her face contorted into a grimace. Jonathan put the sap down and picked up the silent sex toy he’d found her stuffed with in the first place.

“I don’t want your cunt getting ignored while I beat your tits,” Jonathan said simply, pushing the egg shaped vibrator into her sex. She groaned as it went back in, tightening around it desperately. He picked up the fob and turned it on, but only to its lowest setting, not wanting to push her any closer to the edge than she already was. Then he picked up the TENS Unit, shutting off the electrical jolts going to her nipples. She mewled as the pain subsided, then mewled as he removed the clamps. With a wicked grin, Jonathan set one of the clamps on her clitoris. She gasped, thrusting up, her buttocks tightening and he turned the TENS unit back on, sending pulses of lightning through the tenderest nub of her body. Jonathan turned the dial upward, from level three to level four, and when the only response was her sudden intake of breath, all the way up to level five.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” The little schoolgirl cried out, jerking her loins as the bursts of energy fried her clit. Jonathan set down the TENS Unit and picked up the sap. The little schoolgirl whimpered, teeth clenched, her bottom half twitching madly. Jonathan wondered if the jolts felt like someone pinching her clit with a pair of pliers, or whether it was something worse, like someone shoving a red hot needle through her clitoris. Then he turned his attention to her left breast. With his left hand he grabbed her tit, bunching it up as she whimpered and quivered. Then with the sap, he began slapping the leather down on her turgid, raised nipple. 

The blows were not viciously hard, nor were they teasingly soft. Jonathan knew that the stinging heat had to be affecting her and when her mouth opened, head tilted back, and a heart wrenching shriek came from her lips, he knew that the pain was exactly right. He counted silently, steadily spanking the large, dark pink target until the entire top of her breast was pink and flushed and hot. 

The little schoolgirl blinked tears from her eyes, only to see Mr. Matthews move from one side of her body to the other. He grabbed her right breast this time, plumping and squeezing it, his thumb going back and forth across the tip, only to raise his leather sap and bring it down with a flurry of blows that left her screeching. Her entire body, including her pussy, tightened down, unable to cope with the overwhelming sensory overload. Her heart pounded, almost in time with the shocks being delivered to her clitoris, and when the heat and hurt of the final stroke of the paddle against her chest seemed to fade, she shuddered in relief.

Jonathan moved back down to the little schoolgirl’s sex and he turned off the TENS unit. He removed the clamp, but left the vibrator inside her. Even before lifting the leather sap, he used the fob to turn up the vibrations to maximum, and the corresponding blubber of acute pleasure that came from her mouth was like music to his ears. 

“I hope I don’t have to remind you that having an orgasm during punishment is strictly prohibited, and could result in further discipline,” he warned her teasingly. She didn’t respond, or at least she didn’t respond with anything other than the desperate thrusting of her hips. Fluids dripped from her slit and Jonathan had the distinct feeling that were he to rub his fingers over her clitoris, just for a few seconds, she would pop like a water balloon tossed in a cactus garden. He raised the sap and with eyes locked on her swollen, perfect little nub, brought the leather paddle down with a sharp flick of his wrist. 

That was all it took. A single blow. The little schoolgirl’s back arched and her toes curled as she yanked hard on the ropes holding her down. Her thighs rippled with energy as the climax surged through her little body. Cum squirted out of her pussy, splattering the front of Jonathan’s pants, as well as the paddle as it swung back down to strike her clit a second time, then a third. She screamed, eyes closed, fingers clenched into fists as wave after wave of orgasmic energy rushed through her tormented and bound body. Jonathan noticed, but didn’t let it stop him from swinging again. And again. She screeched, thrashing on the desk as the sap continued to snap down in steady beats, sending shock waves through her shuddering, rippling body. 

Jonathan hesitated, the leather paddle in midair, just inches from her now well spanked pussy. She lay panting on the table, a veritable river of cum dripping from her slit, soaking the edge of the desk, falling to the floor and running down her outstretched legs to her toes. Her eyes were glazed and she lay there, mouth open, a line of saliva falling from the corner of her mouth. She had another fourteen strokes coming to complete the full twenty, but for some reason Jonathan Matthews took pity on her. With a sigh he set the paddle down and began untying her. Finally he turned off the vibrator and removed it from her sodden slit.

It took her a moment to collect herself, to slide from the euphoric bliss of sexual climax to something resembling coherency, but when she finally sat up, blinking in confusion, Jonathan was already sitting at his desk unpacking his dinner and laying it beside a stack of papers.

“Umm… sir?” She asked softly, not bothering to cover up her still pink breasts, her skin still slightly inflamed from the spanking. 

“Yes?” Jonathan asked. 

“Um…” she said uncomfortably, wincing a little. “I don’t think you gave me all my spanks.”

Jonathan looked at her directly. He was somewhat surprised that she’d had the mental wherewithal to even count. But he kept his face blank. “Is that so?” 

She nodded, even more sure of herself. “Yes sir.”

Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich and chewed, leaving her to stew. “How many do you think I missed?” 

This time she didn’t hesitate at all. “Seventeen sir,” she replied. 

Jonathan gave her an amused look. “So, you’re saying I can’t count?”

Her eyes widened and she gasped. “What? No sir! That’s not… I mean… I don’t want to imply…” 

Jonathan waved his hand. “I appreciate your willingness to accept the full punishment, but I think you’ve had enough for the day.” She blinked and then looked like she was about to protest, but Jonathan cut her off. “Are you aware, however, of the consequences of having an orgasm when you’re supposed to be suffering punishment?”

She licked her lips and slid down from the desk. She stood in front of him, totally oblivious to her nudity, one foot cocked at an angle. It was an incredibly provocative pose and Jonathan, to his surprise, felt himself hardening again. She nodded, almost eagerly. “Yes sir. In-School-Suspension. I’m to be tortured. Stimulated, I mean. Sexually. But not allowed to cum. And if I accidentally cum, then I’m to be subjected to forced orgasms until it's time to go home and I have to stay in ISS a second day getting stimulated, presuming I don’t cum again.”

Jonathan smiled. “Well, you might as well report there tomorrow morning, because I will be letting them know you are coming.”

She grinned. “I’ve already cum sir. And probably will again.” At that Jonathan laughed. She moved to the very front of his desk, her sweet hips practically dancing in front of him. “But what about the other spanks sir? The seventeen strokes? For not wearing panties?” 

Jonathan hesitated. Her pussy was clearly well used and God only knew how many cocks she’d taken that day. Could she handle any more?

She licked her lips. “If you feel like I need a break sir, I could… I could use my mouth to pleasure you, until you can sensitize me again.”

He felt his shaft suddenly shift as the blood rushed into it and let out a groan. “Or I could just stuff you with the vibrator again and watch you squirm.”

The little schoolgirl’s eyes widened, but then she blushed. “Yes sir. You could do that.”

Jonathan smiled. “Or both. Get the vibrator from the desk and put it in.”

She whirled, the grin on her face infectious, and she grabbed the plastic egg-shaped vibrator. Spreading herself wide for him, she rubbed it along her petals with a groan. Jonathan took another bite of his sandwich as he watched her push it in, and once it was inside her, she plucked the control fob off the desk and handed it to him. He turned it to the lowest setting and a fresh spasm rippled through her as she brought her thighs together. She licked her lips as he gestured for her to come around and she obediently moved between his legs. Then she knelt down and crawled under the desk.

He felt her fingers on his bulge, tugging at the zipper. Then she pulled on his pants and boxers. He lifted up, letting her remove his clothing, freeing his now bobbing shaft. Then she grabbed hold of it, her tongue swirling. Jonathan let out a soft groan as she teased him, licking and sucking the tip. Then, without warning, she took his entirety into her mouth, deepthroating his cock. It was an intensely powerful sensation and his cock jerked. He moaned, leaning back, realizing that his dinner was going to have to wait. He was just to horney, and she was just too perfect. His fingers grasped the control fob to the vibrator and he twisted the knob, hearing the motor spin up inside her, all the way to full power. 

She gasped, but continued to suck and slurp and swallow his cock. It only took a minute or two more and Jonathan scooted back, his hands reaching for her. He pulled her up off his shaft and pushed her up on his desk, spreading her legs. Her eyes widened as he produced the paddle once more and she leaned back, arching her spine. He raised it up and held it above her grasping, wanting, trembling little cunt. 

“What happens if you cum again?” He asked. “While I’m spanking you?”

She sat there, her bare feet on the edges of his desk, knees bobbing in the air, wide open and vulnerable. Her hips rolled and she kept thrusting, desperate and wanton. She licked her lips, chest heaving, nipples taut and raised. 

“Well sir, I suppose a second day of torment in ISS would be appropriate.” Then she smiled. “Or I could come for afternoon detention sometime, for another punishment?” 

Jonathan laughed and brought the paddle down hard on her sweet, perfect little slit. A flurry of sharp, hard spanks landed as she squirmed and squealed on the desk, fluids splattering over his dinner, the papers that needed grades, and his bare loins. He counted out the fourteen strokes he truly owed her, then another half dozen. She screamed, knees bobbing as she lost control on the last stroke and he tossed the paddle away, his fingers digging into her pussy, plucking the vibrator out of her smoking hot cunt. The shaking, rumbling toy fell from his hand to go rattling across the floor and without another word he jammed his rock hard cock into her wet hole, pounding her with fury as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from the desk and settling back down into the chair, the panting, luscious limbs of the little schoolgirl clutching him tightly. 

He felt her cry out, her surge of wetness, and then he came inside her. 


***

The little schoolgirl planted a kiss on Jonathan Matthew’s cheek and turned away. She was wearing the school required uniform  blue plaid skirt and white blouse, and her cute little feet had been tucked into the knee high socks and flat trainers. She gave him a little grin as she stopped by the door.

“Don’t forget,” she said simply. “In-school-suspension. They won’t let me in unless you complete the disciplinary form.”

Jonathan laughed. “I won’t forget. I promise.”

She held up two fingers. “And it’s for two days. Not just one. So I have to not cum on day one, and then not cum again on day two.” She gave him a wry smile. “Though I suspect I’ll be in there for a week.”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright! Alright. Go on. It’s almost seven o’clock. Go home!” He shooed her out and as she walked out, her hands dipped down and lifted the back of her skirt, flashing him her amazing ass. Jonathan shook his head. He hadn’t even spanked her bottom! With a sigh he looked down at the remnants of his dinner as the door shut and with a chuckle, he reached for the ungraded, girl goo splattered papers.

Two hours later he stood up and stretched. He felt amazing, but then realized he had one more thing to do. He completed the disciplinary request form on his computer and sent it in. Two days in ISS, struggling to reach climax and not being allowed, unless of course she managed it, would certainly serve the little schoolgirl right. And maybe, just maybe, she’d learned her lesson about wearing panties and a bra. He stood up, grabbed his dinner trash, and headed down the hall. He saw one of the janitors pulling a bag out of one of the hall bins.

“Evening Mr. Li,” Jonathan said cheerfully. But then he froze. The bag, which was translucent, contained a shape. Jonathan froze and then pointed. “What is that?”

The janitor opened the bag and reached in with his gloved hand. A bright pink bra came out, exactly the size and shape of the little schoolgirl. He held it out and a familiar vanilla scent came from it. “There’s a pair of matching panties in here too,” said Mr. Li. “Do you want them as well?” He teased.

Jonathan let the bra fall back into the bin, his mind reeling. “No. Not tonight. Whomever had these taken from her, won’t really need them again. I’m almost certain.” 

As he headed toward the exit, he smiled again. “No,” he whispered to himself. “I’m totally certain she won’t be needing those ever again.”

 


Sunday, November 20, 2022

Sexcapades of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Volume 2!


 Michael Alexander Stories is pleased to announce the coming release of Breanne Erickson's latest novel: Sexcapades of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut, Volume 2. The second in her newest series, chronicling her seemingly never-ending adventures of bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. Available for pre-order, Sexcapades of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Volume 2 will be out for release on Thanksgiving 2022!  

Here is just ONE "juicy" excerpt!

Lucille sighed and stood up. “Jennifer, I’m afraid that Breanne, for a change, is in no condition to endure another punishment. I’m going to have Beth draw her a bath and then let her soak until it is time for her to go home, which is in about an hour and twenty minutes.”

Jennifer looked crestfallen. “But… she disobeyed you.”

Suddenly Beth looked up. “Mistress? There is one torment… I mean punishment… that you could inflict on Bre, right now.”

Lucille looked down at Beth. Then Lucille nodded. “I suppose under these conditions,” she mused. Then she nodded. “Very well.”

Beth rose immediately and Jennifer grinned. “Can I help?” She asked.

“As a matter of fact, you can.” Lucille went over to the coffee table, picked up the remnants of tea, and deposited the entire thing on the nearby sideboard. “If you’ll help me get her on the table?”

I didn’t resist, mostly because I was still out of it, as the two women grabbed me by the wrists and ankles and hauled me up. They only had two or three feet to go and suddenly I was on my back, staring up at a crystal chandelier, the hard surface of the oval table beneath me. I groaned and Lucille produced two lengths of chain, handing one to Jennifer. “Right wrist to left ankle please.”

My arms were pulled outward and bent at the elbow, so my hands were under the table. Then my legs were spread obscenely wide, cum dripping down and pooling on the wood. I groaned as my feet were pulled up, my knees bent, my heels touching the underside of the table. 

Bound and helpless.

Lucille tucked a tiny pillow under my head and then Beth showed back up, holding not one, or two wireless massagers in her hands. But three. Lucille took two, handed one to Jennifer, and then nodded at her guest. “You may do the honors.”

“Mmmm…wwai…” I managed to mumble, but before I could articulate my thoughts, Jennifer switched on the massager to full power, sat down on the couch, leaned over, and pressed the buzzing, shaking rubber tip right against my swollen, sore, distended clitoris.

I let out a garbled shriek, my head coming up, but then Beth pressed her wand against my left breast. Lucille joined in and my already overloaded body, sensitized and raw and barely functional, interpreted the new stimulation like I was being cut with glass. 

Wait. Did I say “cut”? I meant fucked. Fucked with sharp, broken glass.

I’m not a stranger to forced orgasm. I’ve been fucked non-stop for hours in slow, sensuous bliss. I’ve been run through my paces, cumming over and over in a whirlwind of pleasure. I’ve even been brought to orgasm after a hard orgasm. But the torment of the birdcage, after the clamps of the morning, the pussy whipping I’d endured, not to mention the torments of the previous two days, had left my sex stinging. And with the vibrator on full power, I pulled on my bonds, feeling the wrist and ankle cuffs tighten around my limbs, unable to stop, I began thrashing back and forth. It made it hard for Mistress Lucille and Bethany, but Jennifer had no problem keeping her buzzing toy on my pussy as I went frantically nuts. My toes curled and I arched my back, yelling helplessly as the three women pushed me right back up the fucking mountain, tormenting me wildly, only to force me to the edge and push.

“PLEASE! PLEASE! I CAN’T!” I cried out.

“Nonsense,” Mistress Lucille said, “of course you can.” Then she turned the vibroballs back on.

And I screamed.

Jennifer gasped as my cum bubbled out over the end of the bulb and I realized that she’d actually jammed it into my pussy, forcing my petals wide apart. It wasn't deep. Not like a dildo, but it was more than enough. She laughed delightedly as I turned to jelly, hips jerking, once more lost and almost unconscious. She pulled the massager away as I began whimpering, eyes unfocused, a bit of drool dripping from my mouth.

“No,” Lucille said, pointing. 

Jennifer gave her a quizzical look. “No, what?” She asked.

“Don’t stop.”

Jennifer’s mouth fell open. “What? Again?”

Lucille nodded. “Again. It’s the definition of forced orgasm.”

For a second Jennifer considered this. “I still want her whipped,” she said firmly.

Lucille nodded. “I will make arrangements to drop by the Crossfire site tomorrow as part of my regular inspection. I’d like to look over the grounds anyway. While I’m doing that, you may, with Beth’s assistance, give Bre that whipping.” 

“Really?” asked Jennifer with excitement. “Where?” 

“You have an office at Crossfire, right?” Lucille asked.

“I meant, where on her body?” Jennifer said, pointing down at me. “Where will I be able to hit her?”

Lucille blinked. Then she laughed. “Oh. Anywhere you’d like, but if you need a specific target…” She pointed. 

Jennifer jammed the massager back between my legs, the rumbling bulb pressed to my poor, brutalized, over-sensitized clit. I screeched again, jerking, back arching as my toes curled and my fingers tightened into fists. I thrashed back and forth, overwhelmed, my pussy on fire, and freezing, and tightening, and burning. It felt good and bad and hot and cold and wet and dry. My blood began boiling and I heard a thumping under the table as my heels kicked hard against the wood. 


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Sunday, September 18, 2022

The Little Schoolgirl - The Offer

 Paul Mason was sitting at his desk, two separate stacks of papers in front of him. One pile, dwindling, was ungraded history tests, while on the opposite side were a stack of red marked documents, each bearing a grade. In total, he wasn’t dissatisfied with his students’ performance. The general scores were in the upper eighties and low nineties, with some of his more stellar students hitting high A’s. It was enough to keep the few murmurs of a needed “curve” at bay and he smiled to himself as he looked up at all of the empty desks and chairs across from him. Soft jazz played from his computer speakers and he sighed. Sometimes, the relaxing moments came when the students had all headed home for the day.


He had just finished writing out a somewhat exasperated note with one student’s ill-conceived answer to a question when the door of his classroom creaked open. He glanced up, at first irritated at the interruption, but then his expression softened as the little schoolgirl stepped through the partially opened portal. She was a petite thing, at least height wise, though the swell of her bosom pressing against the white, taut fabric of her uniform blouse made it very clear that she was very much a woman. Her hips, clad in the required blue and white plaid skirt, swished with each step and Mason couldn’t help putting his pen down and appreciating her fully as she turned, closed the door, and then… locked it.


Mason’s right eyebrow went up and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile.


“Good afternoon, Mr. Mason,” she said politely, turning toward him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her knees came together, the white knee high socks touching. “I was wondering if I might have a moment with you to discuss my grade.” Her eyes flickered down to the stack of tests on his desk and Mason let out a disappointed huff.


“Actually,” he said in all honesty, “your test score was a ninety-three. There’s not really any need to…”


She moved deliberately, her flat pumps crossing with each step as her hips swayed provocatively, until she was right up next to him, the hard tips of her breasts even with his eyes. “I meant my overall grade sir,” she breathed deeply. “I’ll do anything to bring it up, even if it’s just a few points.” 


Mason winced. It wasn’t that he was opposed to her offer, but she didn’t need it. “You’re already making an A, which admittedly is surprising considering how often you’re given detention, but…” His voice trailed off as her hand slid down the front of her chest, pressing the material tightly against her bosom. She cocked one hip and lifted the heel of her foot, adopting a distinctly sensual and erotic pose. Mason swallowed, then gave her a look of admonishment.


“Careful young lady,” he said clearly, but with a teasing grin. “That sort of behavior isn’t appropriate and you wouldn’t want me to be forced to conduct an undergarment check, would you?” 


The little schoolgirl blinked. Then she took a step back from him, as if a little unsure of herself. But then her smile returned and to Mason’s astonishment, she reached with both hands under her skirt and snagged the blue and white striped panties with her fingers. Drawing them down her pretty legs, she stepped out of them, lifted the tiny bit of material up, and dropped it on his desk with a wicked grin.


“Okay,” she said willingly. “I’m ready for the panty check.”


Mason’s jaw dropped as she adopted the correct position as per the school policy; legs spread wide apart and fingers interlaced behind her head. “You are aware of the consequences of this finding, correct?”


She nodded immediately, still holding her position. “Of course, sir. I’m to be immediately stripped of my uniform, to give you the opportunity to check my other body parts for the correct clothing. Then I’m to receive corporal punishment on the offending parts of my body that were incorrectly covered. But before I get my required spanks, those parts are supposed to be intensely sensitized so that the corporal punishment is more effective.” 


“I suppose that as often as you have failed this particular exam, you’d be intimately familiar with the punishment,” he allowed. 


“If you can call it punishment,” she replied saucily. She arched her back, which caused her breasts to press even harder against the material of her blouse. Mason was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra either. He gave her a knowing look, then moved his chair forward and put his hand between her outstretched thighs. 


Their eyes met as he lifted his hand and then he was touching her, the soft wet petals of her flower pressed against his fingers. For a moment he just felt her heat and wetness, but then he began stroking softly, spreading her moisture across the folds, caressing her with gentle motions. She gasped as he stroked her, then moaned as he wriggled his middle finger between her labia, pressing deeper and deeper. She rose up on tiptoe as his entire digit settled inside her and when he curled it, she let out a desperate whimper. It was far more than was needed to check a student for panties, not that he needed to, since the little schoolgirl’s underwear was laying on his desk with that day’s grading. He probed her deeply, her sodden slit pressing into his hand in rhythmic thrusts as he elicited a little chorus of sounds that only proved her desperate arousal.


“You are indeed not wearing panties,” he confirmed, adding a steady in and out pumping motion to her wriggling, teasing finger. She groaned, eyelids fluttering as her chest rose and fell deeply. “While I finish the panty check, you need to unbutton your blouse. If you’re wearing a bra, then it will only be your sweet little cunt that gets a whipping. But if your nipples are showing when you unfasten the front of your shirt, then I’ll punish your breasts too.”


The little schoolgirl smiled wickedly and began unbuttoning her blouse. Fresh, pink skin started to show and a moment later Mason knew that he was going to have even more fun. “I’m a naughty girl,” she agreed, fingers fluttering between her full and perfect breasts. The decolletage between the hills was smooth and when the material was pulled asunder, Mason saw that the tips were rosy and raised, enticing in her excitement. She slipped the uniform blouse off her shoulders, leaving the tie hanging down from her bare neck over her sternum. It was deliciously naughty and contrasted her creamy white skin perfectly. 


“Skirt too,” he ordered, his hand moving even more energetically between her sweet thighs. The blouse fell to the floor and even as Mason continued to finger her slit, she unclipped the skirt. It slid downward, hanging on his arm and only with reluctance did he pull his hand away from her sex. His finger glistened wetly as he let the skirt fall. As it did she moved forward, her bottom against the desk. He realized she was about to sit on his papers when he grabbed her, pushing her downward.


“No,” he growled. “Not yet. I want something else first.” 


For a second, the naked little schoolgirl gave him a confused look, but as his hands went to his belt she nodded obediently. She dropped to her knees as her tongue came out, licking her lips. Positioned between his legs, her fingers went to his buckle, then the zipper of his trousers. It took only a second to free his member from the boxers beneath and her narrow, delicate fingers wrapped around the thick meat of the history teacher’s shaft, stroking it tenderly. Mason groaned as she toyed with him, stroking and squeezing. Then she bent her head, brown hair cascading down around to hide her face as her sweet, delectable mouth surrounded his shaft. 


The first sensation was the fluttering of her tongue working around the edge of his tip, teasing and enticing him. Her hand slid down to the base, tightening as he felt the first pull of suction, her pliable mouth forming an almost perfect circle in which to encompass him. She bobbed her head, taking an inch, then half of him, then almost all of his length, a steady swallowing motion rippling through her throat as she struggled to take as much of him as possible. His hand came up, caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples as she slurped and swallowed, her expert fellatio falling into a rhythm. There was the light, tickling teasing, her tongue flicking along the tip. Then came the delicate suction of her sucking on just the head as her hands slid up and down him. Then she went deep, taking his entire manhood down her talented throat, until her nose was pressed against his belly. She would come up, gasping, only to do it all over again. 


Mason groaned, feeling his testicles tighten, his hardened cock throbbing with need as she gobbled his meat. Her fingernails caressed his scrotum and her thumb and fingers tightened around the base of his shaft until he felt himself getting close to release.


“Now,” he grunted, pushing her mouth away. His cock bobbed and he rose from his chair, his trousers falling. Her hands helped as he kicked off his shoes, then stepped out of his fallen trousers and boxers. Her face turned upward, her mouth still open, questing, as if she wanted him to face fuck her once more. Instead he reached down and took her hands, pulling her up. She came willingly, obediently, even as he lifted her up onto the desk, her ass pushing aside the ungraded tests. She laid back, lifting her arms and spreading them along the upper edge of the surface and then to his utter delight, she raised her feet into the air straight up, giving him a visage of perfection; her delicate and glistening slit peeping out from between her thighs. This lasted only two or three seconds before it got even better, and she spread her legs wide, holding herself open.


Her pussy was perfectly shaved, wet and ready and her clit was a pink little exposed bump at the top of her gash. Cock bobbing, Mason suddenly felt a different urge and without a word he sat back down in his chair, scooting forward to put his mouth right on her exposed nub. She gasped, legs trembling as he suckled her, stabbing at her clit with his tongue until he could feel her thrusting up against his chin. He let go of the apex of her sex and then moved downward, tasting the tangy perfection of her depths. She quivered and moaned as he licked his way through her crevasse, and when he finally came up for air, he could tell she was just as much on the edge as he was. 


“I will now start the punishment,” he warned her, even as he reached down to his fallen trousers. His fingers snagged the flexible, supple leather belt and pulled it free of the material. The buckle rattled, but it was the other end that he grasped, the final eight or so inches of hide, that flopped back and forth as he rose up above her. Her eyes found the end of the belt and she sucked in a breath, bracing herself for the fire that was about to befall her. Mason moved the end of his makeshift strop above her beautiful cunt and stroked her clit and petals gently, teasing her to within an inch of desperate hunger. And when the expression on her face moved from pleasure to frustration, he snapped his wrist downward in a flurry of hot strokes, to leave a blistering bevy of blows on her beautiful bud. 


The little schoolgirl squealed, teeth clenched as her pussy tightened in scorched fury, the heat and sting of the beating blistering through her. But even as the pain seared its way up to her synapses, the underlying sexual tension and stimulation ate at the agony, twisting it around and using it to fuel her insatiable lust. She felt her hips roll, her mons rising as she thrust upward into Mason’s strokes and when she was on the cusp of losing control, one way or another, he stopped. She froze, unsure if she was going to explode or fizzle out, only to cry out again as his mouth came down once more, licking and nibbling on her clit and folds. Pleasure swirled through her and she almost lost control. Her fingers clenched and curled, grasping at some unseen force, and just as she was about to cum, his mouth once more lifted and he raised the belt.


“Yes!” She whimpered desperately. “Hit me!” 


For the first time the teacher obeyed the student and he brought the belt down hard and fast, a flurry of biting blows that smashed at her folds, opening her flower to expose the tender and delicate inner linings. It struck her clit, mashing and crushing it, slapping it wetly back and forth, until she screeched. He hesitated, thinking that perhaps he’d gone just a bit too far, when she looked up at him with a frantic, desperate expression.


“PLEASE?” She begged. “MORE? HARDER?” 


The next dozen blows left marks and she cried out with each of them. Only the splattering wetness and the ragged breaths of her need told him that she was converting the agony into ecstasy. Her petals seemed to swell, darkening roughly from the torment inflicted upon them, until Mason almost felt… guilty, worrying for her wellbeing. He stopped again, to give her time, space, a moment just to breathe, but his throbbing cock was suddenly too hard, too desperate, and he tossed the belt aside, to slide his entire quivering length into her freshly pounded pussy.


The noise she made as he entered was part cry of satisfaction and part wail of physical violation. It wasn’t that she was opposed to him fucking her. Not in the least. But the act of being opened, penetrated so deeply, after just having a belt smacked viciously and violently against her pussy, was a dichotomy her mind wasn’t quite prepared to accept. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she felt her body swirl and spin. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. She had to cum. And yet… it was as if this moment wasn’t the right one.


His hands moved down her legs and up to her breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds, his fingertips flicking and rubbing at the distended tips. The little schoolgirl’s mewls of pleasure incited Mason and he felt his cock thickening, pulsing as he thrust himself within her. His fingers tightened on her nipples, pinching the delicate points until she cried out, back arching. Inside himself he felt the pressure rise to the bursting point. He struggled to hold back though, and he let go of one breast to grope for the belt again. Finding it, he grasped the end once more, leaned over her body, his sword buried to the hilt in her depths and he flicked the flexible leather strap down against her nipple. 


It wasn’t enough for the little schoolgirl and her eyes found his as she brought her hands up to her bosom. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them, plumping them and raising the tips up for Mason’s belt. He obliged her, watching as flickers of pain flashed across her visage. He slapped the end of his belt down on one breast, then the other, each stroke accompanied by the brutal and overwhelming thrust of his cock through her sex. Her eyes suddenly went unfocused and she clenched her teeth.


“MORE! HARDER! RIGHT ON THE NIPPLE!” She begged roughly. 


Mason obliged, a fast flurry of strokes slashing down, spanking the points of her breasts as he switched back and forth between them. Her jaw clenched and she tightened around him, thrashing on the desk as he continued to spank her bosom, until her legs dropped and suddenly surrounded him, ankles crossing behind his ass.


“YES! OH YES! I’M GOING TO…”


“Don’t…” Mason gasped, himself on the edge. “Don’t cum! Cumming… during punishment…  earns you… another… punishment.” 


“OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING!” She cried out, her entire body trembling. Mason felt her tighten around his shaft, the fluctuations in the muscular walls of her sex massaging his member beyond tolerability. He jammed himself hard against her groin, fitting his probe into her socket. Her hands had moved, her own fingers now pinching and twisting her nipples as her back arched. 


The plaintive need in her voice, the vision of her before him, the sweet wetness of her sex, was too much for him and he groaned, ribbons spooling from his distended member, filling her womb. His cock pulsed, throbbing as it extruded the creamy white lines of fluid. She quivered in the throes of her own ecstasy, her face looking for all the world as if she were in agony. But Mason knew that what she was feeling was the same as his own climax. He found himself pumping into her accepting and perfect form, his fluids mingling with hers. He pressed deep and held himself in place, until his breathing slowed and he felt himself beginning to soften. Beneath him she shuddered, twitching as her own burst of adrenaline faded, replaced with the quiet euphoria of utter satisfaction. He drew his cock out of her cunt, the skin wet and sticky and he fell back into his chair with a shuddering sigh. She lay on the desk limply, arms and legs splayed out, her sauced slit dripping jism, and he stared at the well used pink slit with a smug look. 


It was several minutes before she sat up, lifting herself from the wooden desktop with a smug and self satisfied look on her face. Her chest barely held the marks of his belt and she gave him a knowing grin. She scooted to the edge of the desk and then stepped down, scooping up her blouse and skirt in the process.


“That was amazing,” Mason said simply, admiring her curves as she slipped back into the uniform blouse and buttoned it, but not all the way. She left most of her tits showing. The little schoolgirl smiled, eyes twinkling. 


“It was,” she agreed simply. She picked up her skirt and began stepping into it.


“You know you aren’t supposed to cum,” he said, giving her a knowing look, eyebrows going up and down. 


She let out the most adorable laugh, light and airy and girlish. “Are you going to punish me?”


Mason sat back in the chair with a sigh and shook his head. “I should,” he replied. “But I’m not sure I’ve got it in me to do it properly.” He grinned. “You drained me quite completely. Maybe tomorrow.”


The little schoolgirl pouted. “Ohhhh,” she frowned. She moved up to him, her fingers reaching down to his still exposed, yet very soft manhood. “Are you sure?” She asked, touching his cock, picking it up and then gently squeezing it. “Because I’m absolutely sure I could get you back in the right mindset to punish me.”


Mason closed his eyes, but then shook his head, gently taking hold of her wrist. “No my dear, I’m in my fifties and not the man I was.”



“But all the man I need,” she whispered. She sank down to her knees and to Mason’s delighted shock, bent her head down, mouth open. Just as before, the warm wetness, soft tongue, and gentle suction enveloped him. For a moment, he lost himself in the sensation, the pure pleasure, but then the realities of his libido, not to mention the stack of ungraded papers still sitting on the desk, caused him to push her gently away.


“Not now,” he said patiently.


She looked up at him, her dark brown eyes focused and huge. Then she nodded. She pushed herself up using his knees and then finished buttoning her blouse. She looked around, found her panties, and picked them up. 



“Now, about my grade?” She asked, straightening the material so she could put the cute little pair of panties back on. Mason laughed.


“Your grade?” He asked, then shook his head. “Tomorrow there will be a random panty check of several of the girls in my class. If you happen to be one of them, and you’ve made the appropriate choice about following the school rule about wearing undergarments, then maybe…” he raised a finger, grinning. “Maybe I might consider raising your grade.”


She stood there, her panties in hand. “Another panty check?” She asked carefully, her own white and blue striped panties in her hand.


He nodded.


“In front of all the students,” she queried. “And with public stimulation and punishment too I suppose?”


Mason shrugged. “That would be expected under those circumstances,” he agreed.


The little schoolgirl smiled, her hands dropping and she gave him a little wink. “Well then,” she said, pinching one bit of material and holding her panties out over Mason’s desk. “I guess I won’t be needing these then, will I?” And she let the panties fall, landing on the stack of ungraded papers. Then she leaned over, kissed Mason on the cheek, and turned tail heading toward the door. 


“See you tomorrow, Mr. Mason!”