from beneath
its protective hood, and I snapped the crop up against it. If she
was so eager to be punished I was willing to make sure she got what
she was looking for. The whipping seemed to go on forever, and
finally I tore a word from her throat, choked out around her
sobs.
“Please…”
“Please what?” Snap , I brought the
crop down again.
“Please stop.” Snap . “Sir.” There was
desperation in the word 'Sir'.
“Are you going to behave?” Snap.
“Yes sir.” Her cunt had swollen more under
the sting of the crop. The inner and outer lips opening to reveal
the entrance to her vagina. Her hymen was intact. She was a
virgin.
“Homework in on time?” Snap .
“Yes sir. Please sir.”
“Well composed, well written, properly put
together?” Snap.
“Yes sir. I’ll be so good for you sir. Please
stop.”
“No more reading in class?” Snap.
“No sir, no sir, I’ll be good, please stop,
please please…”
I gave her one last stroke, drove it hard up
between her legs so the shaft of the crop split her labia and the
tip snapped against her clit. She screamed then, her cunt visibly
pulsing under the impact as she shuddered hard, and it may be that
she climaxed. I paused to breath. My cock was ready to burst and I
wanted nothing more than to drive it up into that tight, wet, pink,
and vulnerable hole. Instead I tossed the crop down and collapsed
into my armchair. “We’ll see on Monday, just how good you’ll
be.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” She stayed in
position, crying softly. Her ass was a solid mass of red welts.
She’d have trouble sitting for a week. Her pussy was swollen and
slick with her desire.
I tore my eyes from her display. “Get up.
Go.”
She stood up and turned to face me, her tear
stained eyes begging for comfort. I just pointed to the door. I
didn’t want to build intimacy with her, I wanted her to understand
that she was in too deep, that she couldn’t handle what she thought
she’d seen at the Club. She couldn’t have been in my presence for
more than five minutes, but it had seemed like forever. As soon as
I hear the door close I hauled out my cock and started
masturbating. It took me under a minute to finish, spurting huge
globs of white hot sperm over my hand, my balls contracting so hard
they hurt. The image of her tight, virgin cunt was burned into my
brain. I was shaking at the end of it, and her vision filled my
dreams that night.
Saturday dragged and Sunday dragged slower.
She had me hooked though I didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t just
her body, it or her eager innocence. Part of it was her
intelligence and maturity, so far in advance of her peer group, but
there was more than that too, something deeper, something darker
that showed in her eyes when they looked up into mine.
I understood when I thought about that, when
I thought about her, how it was that she’d found herself at the
Club. She was bored, not just with the advanced daycare centre we
call high school but with her entire world, with the entire way of
life in this bucolic little suburb, revolving as it did around
shopping malls and high school football and the top ten shows on
cable. A lot of girls in her situation discover drugs, use the high
to lower their bar, submit themselves to the inexpert fumblings of
half drunk jocks. Not her, she was too smart for that.
How many nights had she lain in her bed,
surrounded by cute frilly things given to her by relatives who
didn’t understand the first thing about her, masturbating to
visions of trial-by-ordeal? She would know how to defeat the
parental controls on her computer and surf the darker corners of
the internet. She would know what was available, and she craved it
and she had sensed in me that I had exactly that to offer, though
with only the vaguest of idea of exactly what that was in
reality. She had followed me and found it, and decided she wanted
it, screwed her courage to the sticking point and found a way to
get it.
The way to
its protective hood, and I snapped the crop up against it. If she
was so eager to be punished I was willing to make sure she got what
she was looking for. The whipping seemed to go on forever, and
finally I tore a word from her throat, choked out around her
sobs.
“Please…”
“Please what?” Snap , I brought the
crop down again.
“Please stop.” Snap . “Sir.” There was
desperation in the word 'Sir'.
“Are you going to behave?” Snap.
“Yes sir.” Her cunt had swollen more under
the sting of the crop. The inner and outer lips opening to reveal
the entrance to her vagina. Her hymen was intact. She was a
virgin.
“Homework in on time?” Snap .
“Yes sir. Please sir.”
“Well composed, well written, properly put
together?” Snap.
“Yes sir. I’ll be so good for you sir. Please
stop.”
“No more reading in class?” Snap.
“No sir, no sir, I’ll be good, please stop,
please please…”
I gave her one last stroke, drove it hard up
between her legs so the shaft of the crop split her labia and the
tip snapped against her clit. She screamed then, her cunt visibly
pulsing under the impact as she shuddered hard, and it may be that
she climaxed. I paused to breath. My cock was ready to burst and I
wanted nothing more than to drive it up into that tight, wet, pink,
and vulnerable hole. Instead I tossed the crop down and collapsed
into my armchair. “We’ll see on Monday, just how good you’ll
be.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” She stayed in
position, crying softly. Her ass was a solid mass of red welts.
She’d have trouble sitting for a week. Her pussy was swollen and
slick with her desire.
I tore my eyes from her display. “Get up.
Go.”
She stood up and turned to face me, her tear
stained eyes begging for comfort. I just pointed to the door. I
didn’t want to build intimacy with her, I wanted her to understand
that she was in too deep, that she couldn’t handle what she thought
she’d seen at the Club. She couldn’t have been in my presence for
more than five minutes, but it had seemed like forever. As soon as
I hear the door close I hauled out my cock and started
masturbating. It took me under a minute to finish, spurting huge
globs of white hot sperm over my hand, my balls contracting so hard
they hurt. The image of her tight, virgin cunt was burned into my
brain. I was shaking at the end of it, and her vision filled my
dreams that night.
Saturday dragged and Sunday dragged slower.
She had me hooked though I didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t just
her body, it or her eager innocence. Part of it was her
intelligence and maturity, so far in advance of her peer group, but
there was more than that too, something deeper, something darker
that showed in her eyes when they looked up into mine.
I understood when I thought about that, when
I thought about her, how it was that she’d found herself at the
Club. She was bored, not just with the advanced daycare centre we
call high school but with her entire world, with the entire way of
life in this bucolic little suburb, revolving as it did around
shopping malls and high school football and the top ten shows on
cable. A lot of girls in her situation discover drugs, use the high
to lower their bar, submit themselves to the inexpert fumblings of
half drunk jocks. Not her, she was too smart for that.
How many nights had she lain in her bed,
surrounded by cute frilly things given to her by relatives who
didn’t understand the first thing about her, masturbating to
visions of trial-by-ordeal? She would know how to defeat the
parental controls on her computer and surf the darker corners of
the internet. She would know what was available, and she craved it
and she had sensed in me that I had exactly that to offer, though
with only the vaguest of idea of exactly what that was in
reality. She had followed me and found it, and decided she wanted
it, screwed her courage to the sticking point and found a way to
get it.
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