Another date with Sir

"Bend over the desk."

I quickly complied. There was a nervous knot in my stomach, but also a thrill of excitement working its way through my body.

"Don't move. I shall be with you shortly." He remained at his desk. I stayed still, my hands out flat in front of me, breathing deeply, trying hard to contain the excitement that was building inside. I wondered what he had planned for today. He'd simply told me to report to him after class.

I waited. An eternity passed. I grew frustrated as I longed for his touch. I wondered if he would spank me again. Despite the pain it caused, I wanted to feel his hand on me.

"Last week's punishment seemed to have little effect, so I thought I'd better reinforce the message." His voice brought my wandering mind back to reality. He walked over to me as he spoke. He pulled my skirt up around my waist and removed my underwear exactly as he had the week before. Then he moved away again. I could feel the cool air on my newly exposed flesh.

SWISH!

I automatically turned around and looked for what had made the sound. As soon as I'd done it I knew I'd made a big mistake. For two reasons; firstly because the look in his eyes informed me that I'd now made things a whole lot worse for myself by moving from the position he had required. Secondly because I saw that he held a long, thin cane in his hand.
I froze and my blood ran cold as I slowly realised; he was going to hit me with that cane.

I returned to my position as quickly as I could, cursing myself for being so stupid. "For not following orders your punishment has been doubled. You were to receive 'six of the best', as they say. You will count your twelve strokes." His apparent complete disinterest made everything he said seem twice as horrible. He spoke in such a businesslike way.

He took a couple more practice swings at mid air. Then he stood behind me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

SWISH!

I heard it coming, then felt it impact. "One," I got the word out quite steadily. Luckily I managed it before the burning hit me and spread across my body, bringing tears to my eyes.

SWISH!

"Two;" just below the first mark the cane tore into my skin again and again there was a slight pause before the pain hit me. A tear broke free from my eye and rolled slowly down my cheek. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly, turning my knuckles white. My legs were weak.
On the third stroke I had to stifle a cry; I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he was hurting me. I knew that was what he wanted; to hear me scream.

Each time he struck me he moved his target slightly lower, barely a millimetre beneath the mark of the strike before. He gradually worked his way down my ass in this way, reaching the tops of my thighs. I knew he did this to maximise the area of pain, slowly enlarging it; he was slowly increasing the burning pain I was feeling and slowly decreasing my ability to hold in my cries.

By the time he reached ten I'd bitten my tongue and my bottom lip as hard as I could and I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. Counting was becoming almost impossible as my voice wavered and cracked. It took all my concentration and will power to keep it strong enough. I hated myself for allowing the pain to come through in every word I spoke. And yet, once again, I could feel a growing dampness between my thighs. I hated myself even more for being unable to hide the fact that I was aroused by his punishment.

SWISH!

"Eleven." I heard my voice breaking as I spoke.

SWISH!

"Twelve." With this last word I finally let out one small groan. I relaxed my grip on the table and fell onto it; my shaking legs could no longer hold my weight. I was exhausted. Bringing my trembling hands up to my face I tried to wipe away the traces of my tears on my cheeks.

He stepped back from me. I waited for him to say something, but instead I felt him bring his hand to my body, nudging my thighs apart and running his fingers across my pussy. I helplessly let a tiny moan escape my lips as I felt him sink his hand into my dripping cunt. But as quickly as his fingers had touched me they were gone. He ordered me to stand up and turn to face him. I did so, forcing my legs to allow me to stand, and resting my hands on the table behind me for support. He still had the cane in his left hand. He moved up his right hand to my mouth, holding it just in front of my face, compelling me to breathe in my own scent.

"You've made my hand wet." There was still no expression of feeling in his words as he pushed his hand closer to my mouth, pressing his soaking fingers inside, stretching my lips around them and forcing me to clean my juices from them. I felt a wave of humiliation washing over me as I stood there with his hand invading my mouth.
Then, removing his fingers, he looked deep into my eyes, running the forefinger of his right hand down my cheek, clearly following the track of a tear from my eye. What I read in his eyes scared me. He didn't need to speak to reiterate his earlier threat: he would make me scream, no matter what it took. I shivered. Fear and excitement fought for domination of my feelings. I realised that by remaining strong and withholding from him the satisfaction of hearing my pained screams I was only pushing him to increase my torture. Something would have to give in the end...

A lazy Sunday morning

Shafts of sunlight lay across the bed. I looked at him, fast asleep next to me. The duvet, screwed up, showed glimpses of his naked flesh. The sight caused a slight shiver to move through my stomach to my pussy. I leaned over him to lightly kiss his smooth chest. He stirred a little. I watched him. God he looked so beautiful sleeping. I brushed his hair away from his eyes, bringing my lips to his. An almost imperceptible moan told me he was half waking. I smiled, then kissed him again, moving slowly down from his lips to his neck, his chest, his stomach. Light kisses on his thighs.

He moaned softly, still only semi-conscious, murmuring my name ever so softly. I brought my lips to his cock, gently tracing my tongue down his now stiffening shaft. I circled his balls with just the tip of my tongue. Planted feather light kisses on his delicate skin. I kissed every inch of him. I could spend my life doing this. I adjusted my position slightly on the bed, kneeling beside him, bringing my mouth down to him, welcoming him inside, swirling my tongue across the tip of his cock, enjoying the sweet taste of the single drop of pre-cum, lowering my head further to take him deeper into my mouth; holding him there.

He lazily reached up a hand to stroke the soft skin of my lower back. A shiver ran all the way down my spine. I slowly brought my head back up, sucking as gently as I could, my movement accompanied by a long, low groan pulled from his throat. As he trailed his fingers down my ass and thigh I moved my mouth back down around him. And out again with another long, gentle suck. This time, as I lowered my head again he took a light grip on my hips, pulling me across the bed slightly, and moving one leg across to the other side of his body. Understanding his intention I adjusted my position again, allowing him to softly kiss my clit.

I continued to slowly suck his cock, almost silently whispering his name as he lapped at my pussy, kissing and licking with a lazy ease that perfectly matched my own movements. I rocked my hips with his rhythm, moaning as he fucked me with his tongue, drifting my own tongue along the length of his cock, sucking him gently as he took my clit between his lips.

I felt his fingers searching for mine, finding them, tangling our fingers together, both of us breathing harder, maintaining our gentle rhythm. I tried to concentrate on his pleasure; but I could feel my own orgasm building. Our hands gripped each other more tightly. Still moving slowly up and down I sucked a little harder. His tongue flicked against my clit more firmly.

Amazingly we both came at exactly the same moment, waves of pleasure overwhelming my body, drenching his tongue with my cum; his cock exploding in my mouth, drenching my tongue with his.

I fell back onto the bed beside him, still holding his right hand in mine, the sunlight dappled on our hot bodies.

Walking Home

It's late and totally dark. I'm holding onto your arm as we walk home. I've had that nice amount to drink; a little fuzzy but I still know what I'm doing. We're laughing, talking about God knows what. Half way home and we get to the little short cut through the woods. You grab my hand and pull me down the path. We don't usually use the short cut at this time of night, but it's ok, I'm safe with you.

We walk quickly; you've still got tight hold of my hand. I have to jog to keep up with your long strides. Then you push me off the path towards a bench. One hand still grips mine, the other grabs my hair at the back of my neck. Reaching the bench you keep pushing, scraping my knees against the rough wood. The force of your hand on my neck bends my body forwards. I haven't screamed. I'm barely remembering to breathe.

You lean over me, whisper in my ear; "Stay there bitch". Even if you didn't say it I don't think I'd be able to move right now. I stay frozen as you take my scarf from round my neck. You pull it in front of me and tie it around my wrists, binding them to the bench. "Kneel on the bench". I do as you order. I'm scared of you right now; dripping wet, but scared.

It’s only now I realise that you've planned this. You pull two lengths of cord from your jacket pocket. Each wraps tightly around one ankle and the bench; I can't move. You complete your preparations: pushing up my skirt around my waist, ripping off my underwear, shoving it in my mouth to gag me. I try to catch your eye but you're not even looking at me. You move behind me, I can't even see you now. I close my eyes, try to breathe deeply. However turned on I am being under your total control, bound and gagged, unable to stop you from doing whatever you like, knowing more than anyone else the danger of your mind, my mind is thinking only of the outside dangers; being seen, being caught. The way you've tied me I'm completely exposed to anyone who might pass by, half naked, my legs spread. I've never felt so vulnerable; and yet I've never felt so hot in my life.

I shudder as you softly bring your fingers to my pussy. You laugh as they sink easily inside me. I know what you're thinking: what will it take? How far can you push me before I break?

As quickly as they entered, you remove your fingers. I'm almost disappointed. Seconds later however you plunge your cock mercilessly into me. I moan into my gag. You continue relentlessly. One hand grips tightly onto my hip, driving you further, deeper inside me, the other wraps around a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. Every inch of my body screams in protest at my position except deep in my cunt, where every thrust you make shoots pleasure through me.

I'm practically fainting with pleasure by the time you cum. You pull back from me, slapping my ass hard. You walk a few yards off. Your cum drips slowly down my thighs.

A few minutes pass and I can feel you watching me. Surely you're going to let me go now, before someone does happen to use this path. I know the thought thrills me but I really don't know what I'd do if someone saw me like this.

You come over to me and begin to untie my ankles. You stop suddenly. I freeze too. I hear laughing, shouting and footsteps coming nearer. They can't see us yet but any second now they will.

They stand in shocked silence. You step back from me. I can't see them but they can certainly see me. Humiliation washes over me.

Then the laughter and the shouted crude comments begin. They're drunk. There must be about five of them.

"Alright guys? Fancy a bit?" My whole body tenses. That's your voice. No way. I know you know it’s my fantasy but no, you wouldn't, not really.

Yes.

They're a little hesitant at first, even in their drunken state. But you encourage them. The way you talk about me is horrible. You persuade them easily. Then you move away, get a good vantage point. Get comfortable to watch me suffer. Intrigued to know what they will do to me.

In spite of my objections to this sudden turn of events I'm intrigued too. Scared of what a stranger could do to me in such a vulnerable position, but wondering, wanting to know. I can hear them behind me, trying to make each other go first. They’re telling each what to do. It's almost frustrating waiting for them. Then one loses patience, "Fuck it, I'll show you how it’s done you fucking pussies". I breathe hard. He slaps my ass hard. "Alright bitch". He grabs my hips and thrusts his cock inside me. It’s easy. Now I know why he's the big mouthed leader of the group; making up for what he lacks. He fucks me hard, clearly enjoying himself. Occasionally he slaps my ass. Soon enough he's done.

But before he's even moved away one of his friends has moved in front of me. "Nah mate, too easy, you got her like this you need to make the most of it". He grabs my hair and my head, forcing my mouth down on his cock. I gag. I'm not used to taking so much. This only pleases him though. "Suck it hard now, you love it you fucking slut". He fucks my mouth, driving his cock down my throat. I'm struggling to breathe, gagging every time he reaches deep.

Soon I can't even think about it though. I'm feeling light-headed from the lack of air. And another of them has decided to fuck me now. He has a bigger cock and I'm not expecting him so it isn't so easy now. My body is aching from being tied like this for so long, I feel like my jaw is going to break. I don't know how much longer I can take it, but he comes then, filling my mouth. At the same time his friend comes too. As they withdraw I relax slightly, look over at you. I’m pleading with you. I don't know how much more I'll be able to take. This isn't fair. You smile slightly.

My eyes close and my body jolts. There are new hands on my body again; a new cock pushing into my tired cunt. He's big this guy. He forces my body to stretch around him. It hurts this time. But he doesn't mind that. If he even realises. He pounds into me regardless. Tears start to roll down my cheeks. I can hear his groans of enjoyment, and yet all I can feel is him tearing my delicate flesh. My mind floats away and the laughing voices fade into the background. It won't be much longer.

I'm right. It's not long before he moves away satisfied. Just one more I tell myself. Then please God they'll go and you'll free me. There’s just one more. I let myself float, hoping it will numb the pain, willing time to go faster.

The last guy isn't going to let me off so easy though. "Guys, you've totally missed the point. What a fucking opportunity!" With that he forces himself deep into my ass in one quick thrust. My scream is audible even through my gag. I've never felt anything like it. It feels like he's completely ripped me apart. He's happy though. "Oh God that ass is tight. Fuck yeah." The tears are streaming down my face now. My body lies limply over the bench. I'm completely finished. All I can think of is the pain of this big, strange cock deep in my ass. He thrusts without mercy, no thought for me at all. At least the new experience makes him cum quickly.

And when he does, you come over. "That's your lot guys." They leave, laughing, talking loudly. You untie me, pull me off the bench, and take my gag from me. It's time to go home.