My Naughty Little Secret by Tara Finnegan

I heard a swish and something stung. I mean really stung. I fought the urge to screech and I heard the swish again. Fuck. And again, ten times in total. The cane was deathly silent but deadly effective. The noise danger was me. Again, he lectured through my punishment, pointing out the error of my ways.
    “Stop, stop, enough,” I begged. Michael the schoolmaster at last! I recalled my dream and realised it had been déjà vu; not the schoolmaster as such, but the disciplinarian. I could feel ten stripes of agony across my buttocks and I was fairly sure there would be marks the next day; he’d never left marks before. I reached my hands back to protect myself. I could feel the raised welts. So why the hell was my pussy soaked? I should be outraged, not gasping for it.
    “You’re not done yet,” he warned, moving my hands away.
    “Please, Michael, I can’t keep quiet if you keep that up,” I begged, half hoping he’d ignore my pleas. Some crazy submissive part of me desired more, I just didn’t have the courage for it. Often after a spanking I felt like that, like I wanted him to force more on me than I thought I could take. For him to push me to my limits. I honestly think deep down I was hoping for the cathartic release of being brought to tears, which had never yet happened.
    “Keep your hands under your tummy; no more caning, but I’m not finished punishing you.” My clit jumped with his words and my sex was warm, wet, and so demanding.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” I shouted as I felt something cold squirted on my anus. I tried to wriggle, but Michael was sitting on my legs by now.
    “Shush, just relax,” he advised. “I want to try something.” His voice was soothing and commanding. I was unable to resist his coaxing. My spanking had already assured him of my obedience. I settled as best I could. I could feel him gently rubbing the opening of my anus. Circling round and round. My very senses resisted. I could feel all of my muscles clench their objection.
    “Relax, Shiv,” he coaxed again and I tried to obey. I felt his finger push its way in, just a little bit. I tried to force it out, but he kept pushing and pushing against my resistance. There was absolute agony in the spasms that tried to force out his finger, and the humiliation was like nothing I had ever sensed before. But then it was in, not very far, but in nonetheless. And when he had breached the taboo and the “cherry” so to speak, he felt I was punished enough. He worked the clit with his other hand and very gently worked his finger in and out until the pain and humiliation were replaced with a hunger and a need. He withdrew his finger.
    “You’ll have to do the condom,” he ordered. “On the locker.”
    I sat up and obliged. I briefly kissed the feather-soft helmet—engorged beyond anything I’d seen before—causing him to moan in ecstasy. His throbbing penis was a deep dark purple. He was at a different level of arousal, something new, more basal. It was obvious that had been an extreme high for him. I sucked on it for a few moments prior to rolling the latex along his hard hot shaft. But I knew not to go too far; he was near exploding point and I didn’t want him to lose control, not until I’d felt that arousal inside me.
    “On all fours,” he ordered. “I want to see that beautiful behind, with those red stripes.”
    He roughly forced my legs apart with his knees and fixed himself in a kneeling position between them. “Guide me,” he ordered and I dutifully took his hard cock in my hand, placing it on my waiting feminine slit. He entered swiftly in one merciless shove and my body jerked back to meet him with an urgent need. We thrust hard and fast; I felt the fullness of his extreme arousal as we became the beast with two backs, to borrow Shakespeare’s phrase. Moving together, rocking our bodies as one, joined in a single purpose. Half of a whole. I came and came and came again. Michael couldn’t hold out