Thanks to yourwordsplease for choosing this image when reblogging Treasure Hunt. I love seeing what pictures people couple to my stories, having written them, I’ve my own mental images of each story scene, so it’s fascinating to see how others interpret them. If you’ve an image that captures how you imagine a scene, do send me a link…
“Fiona, you’re next. Stand up! Come up here!” the strict voice commanded. “You know what to do. Skirt off, knickers down, legs apart so the rest of the class can see.”
There was the familiar faint whisper of clothes being slipped off.
Those two words always made her clit ache. She imagined a nimble, athletic girl slowly leaning forward to touch her toes, making her buttocks swell, then part, revealing the secrets within.
There was a swoosh, a whack and stifled moan. Then another. The rhythm of the caning made her mind wander, her imagination painting in what she could not see. Whereas the first girl yelped with every stroke, this girl sounded like she was enjoying her experience. She imagined her pushing her bum out to meet each strike, her clit hard, her slit wet and glistening, taunting her teacher to do her worst. Each successive whack was louder than the last, until eventually the moans gave way to whimpers.
“Wicked girl!” the voice chided when the caning eventually stopped, “Now go and sit down, a thousand words on why naughty girls deserve sore bottoms.”