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This was the second story I posted here. There is a backstory behind this particular piece of writing that only two people know, which makes it special to me.

Message in a Bottle

This was the second story I posted here. There is a backstory behind this particular piece of writing that only two people know, which makes it special to me.

Message in a Bottle

Lexi’s Story

This was submitted to me by email a while ago, its author is mysterious, going by the name of Lexi, and the email account from which it was sent is now silent. But perhaps that was her intention, to weave an erotic mystery, to leave your imagination wondering: what happened next? I present it here for your enjoyment. And to Lexi, wherever you are, I hope you are well, and thank you.


I wanted to write and tell you what effect your stories have had on me.

Now this might sound rather crazy – but I’ve started this thing with a girl. This is partly why it took me a bit of time to write to you, as I wanted to see how things worked out between us. The girl in question, Sophia, is actually a friend of my friend’s. I’d met her a few times before and I had heard she was bi (even now, my friend still doesn’t know what happened between us).

So I just contacted Sophia and we hung out for a day. I had honestly never flirted with a girl before, so it felt strange at first. But it grew more natural. I consider myself a straight gal, but Sophia is a beauty. She’s got soft blonde hair and blue eyes, and a very pretty face, which is important, I could never flirt with someone I didn’t find attractive.

We had fun in each other’s company and started to hang out more. Then one night we were messing around flirtatiously, and she showed me some girl on girl porn. I must have given out the right signals, because then she told me it was my turn to show her something that turned me on. By this stage I was trying to pick her up, and wanted to appear sophisticated, so I told her I like to read stories rather than watch porn. That’s cool, she said, show me a story then.

That flustered me. I wracked my memory, trying to remember a suitable story. One that wasn’t too weird or too full of cocks. One in particular popped into my mind and wouldn’t leave, but I was still worried about sharing it, it was incredibly kinky, downright filthy in places, it never failed to leave me soaking when I read it. I just wasn’t sure if she’d react to it in the same way.

But I decided to risk it, and sent her the link to Punishment Panties. She read in silence for a few minutes, I watched her anxiously, hoping she wouldn’t consider me some kind of pervert.

“Kinky!” she announced at last, “Maybe I’ll read the rest of that later, when I go to bed…”

So after knowing her for a couple of weeks, things are going well between us, and I’m wondering how to get myself alone with her. We both have flatmates though, so obtaining privacy is tricky.

But as it happens, my aunt owns a summer house, she’s never there, so is always encouraging me to head out there and make use of the place. The cottage is a bit secluded, and takes a while to drive to, but it’s a perfect getaway from the stifling city – and my aunt had given me the keys and told me I could visit anytime. The cottage is even a few miles away from a lake. (I’m not kidding! It’s oddly coincidental.)

So the next time I saw Sophia I asked her if she fancied a long weekend in the countryside. She greeted my idea enthusiastically, and soon we were making plans and buying provisions for a few days away. I drove us there on Friday evening, and we got there before the sun set, unpacked and settled in. We were in separate rooms, of course.

Saturday dawned as a beautiful hot summer day.  After breakfast we put together a picnic and set out to walk to the lake, strolling through the empty country lanes provided us with a chance to talk more about our lives and we grew a lot closer. She kept tucking her hair behind her ear and laughing, I guess those are good signs? Anyways, I was mostly excited for the lake. We got there and I recalled the part of the story where Penny and Alice are alone together. It was quiet except for the two of us and our towels.

“Come on Lexi. Lets get in.”

I think I was a bit anxious about stripping off in public, but Sophia sensed that and reassured me.

“It’ll be fun! I promise.” She took my hand and led me to the edge of the water. Her fingers were soft and eager.

I hesitantly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down my jeans. They rested in a perfect pool beside me along with my flats. I undid the clasp on my bra and pulled my panties down. When I turned, I saw Sophia doing the same thing. I’d never seen a girl/woman my age fully bare. It was exciting! We stared at each other for a little while.

“You look great!” Sophia stuttered finally.

“You too.” I agreed.

She approached me and whispered for me to close my eyes. I obeyed her, and I felt her lips gently opening my own. It was very different from kissing a guy. Her lips were softer and more gentle in parting mine. My arms wrapped around her slim soft body and her hands rested on my butt. She started tickling my face with her lips and I found myself laughing.

We waded into the lake which was much colder than I anticipated. And after the two of us had ducked under the water we came together in a more shallow area. I sat in Sophia’s lap and her fingertips explored my body and stroked me. She was grazing my precious areas and squeezing me. God, my dream was coming true. It felt so strange and yet so good and so beautiful at the same time. I got to squeeze her breasts and lay on top of her in the fairly shallow part of the lake. It was all a teaser, all a preview for what was to come. I couldn’t believe it. Somehow it feels so different from having a man touching you.

I truly felt as naughty as Alice and Penny. Naughty. So, so, SO naughty.

It was a hot day, so we walked back wrapped in our towels – fully naked underneath, holding our clothes.

When we got home we cooked dinner then sat down to drink some wine and watch a bit of a movie, but I was distracted, I wanted to look at something else. I don’t know if it was the wine talking, but I decided to risk it.

“I had a great time today, it felt like the start of that story…” I ventured.

“Yes!” she laughed.

“It was a marvellous story, it got me very excited. I’ve read it a few times now.”

I didn’t know what to say in return, I think I just smiled with relief.

“Do you like being spanked, Lexi?” she asked coyly.

The abruptness of her question surprised me, I couldn’t think how to respond, so I just smirked and nodded.

“Then go to your room, young lady!”

I gawped at her, shocked but delighted by this sudden turn of events. I stood and hurried from the room. We were staying in a single-floor cottage so reaching my bedroom simply involved a short walk down the hallway.

By the time I reached my room I was very aware of my own wetness, so I lay back on my bed and flipped up my dress, pulling my panties forward with one hand as I checked my wetness with my other. I ran my finger up and down my slit experimentally, feeling it slide easily between my lips.

I wasn’t really masturbating when Sophia entered my room, that was just what it looked like.

“Lexi! What are you doing! You naughty, naughty girl!”

“Yes I am. I’ve been very naughty, Sophia. Will I have to be punished?”

“Oh, oh. Of course! You naughty girl you.” she said, stifling a giggle, obviously still finding her feet when it came to roleplaying.

I took my fingers away from my waist and awaited her verdict.

“You deserve a good hard spanking young lady!” she announced in her strictest voice. It was amazing.

“Come on, on all fours, missy!”

Wow. I knelt on my bed as she directed, bending over with my arms outstretched and my bum raised in the air. I widened my stance so my legs spread apart, and Sophia rolled up the hem of my dress to the small of my back. Then she pulled my panties down very slowly. I truly felt the nervousness and excitement that Alice must have been feeling, that I’d been fantasizing about ever since I’d read your story. I was going to get a real spanking from a woman’s hand.

Sophia placed her hand on my bum and gave me a couple of tiny pats. And then, smack!

oOh.

And again, and again. Harder each time. The tempo quickening as she established a rhythm.

She spanked my bottom until it was pink and stingy and I could feel the moisture between my legs seeping. I was so aroused, more tingly than I’d ever felt before. I felt my gap glistening, and she could see it too.

“Oooo, Lexi you’re so wet!” she giggled. “Should I stop?”

“No!” I insisted from my bent position, “Naughty girls deserve sore bottoms!”

My spanking suddenly stopped, and without an explanation Sophia left the room. She returned moments later and retook her position behind me, and I felt something cool and hard tapping against one of my sore cheeks.

“Very well Lex. I think you deserve my hairbrush!”

I could hear her chuckle as she delivered her first smacks with her brush, they were much more painful than the slaps from her palm, and soon my cheeks were burning hot.

She made me count my last 10 smacks out loud, and then she put down her brush and began to inspect the effect of her spanking.

“Soaking wet, young lady. I know what you deserve…”

I turned around to look over my shoulder at her, catching her eye – I could tell exactly what she had in mind.  

“Off the bed, and let’s get you undressed young lady!”

I let my panties off slip to the floor, then pulled off my dress and unclipped my bra. Then she rummaged in my suitcase until she found a pair of stretchy cotton panties.

"Come here…” she motioned.

I nervously strode towards her while she grinned wickedly. It was lovely.

“It’s time for your punishment panties.” she told me.

“Anything but those!” I protested, with fake horror.

She held them open for me to step into, and then slowly pulled them up, which truly made me feel like a little girl (except for you know, having boobs and a butt).

She tugged them up harder and harder until they were tight between my cheeks and pressing hard against everything between my legs. It was very, very painful in a naughty sort of way.

“Ouch!” I complained.

“Quiet girl! This is your punishment.” she said, slapping my bottom with her palm.

“Sorry Miss. I‘ve been so naughty, I deserve to have my panties pulled.” I told her as I felt the cotton bunching and twisting into a band between my legs.

“Yes, you’re a very naughty girl.” she winked.

I could feel my clit tingling and quivering now, and my panties moist between my thighs. Like a good girl I even pulled my cheeks apart to allow Sophia to arrange my panties better (i.e. tighter). I wanted to rub so badly but I knew that I couldn’t.

The window of my bedroom had a decorative grill on either side of a central bar that had been set into the alcove. It was perfect for what Sophia had in mind for me. She took the belt from my dressing gown and passed it behind the central band of my panties, then directed me to stand beneath my window.

“On tiptoes missy.”

I did as I was told, and she tied the belt behind the bar of the window, pulling it tight.  I felt my panties stretch and pull so hard into me. I was on my tiptoes and I felt the urge to drop immediately, but if I came down off my tippy toes, the panties dug deeper. My hands fled behind me to try and loosen my predicament, but she told me off and made me clasp my hands in front of my waist where they couldn’t interfere.

With me tied up and dangling she took a step backwards and admired her handiwork.

“Now let that be a lesson to you, Lexi. You earned that sore bottom and your time punishment panties too.”

She took out her phone and played around with it as I hung there with my panties pulled tight between my legs. She took a couple of photos of me from my waist down too, something to enjoy tonight in bed perhaps. I grew more tired and as I fell from my toes, the snug panties worked their way even deeper into my slit and bottom crack. I could feel the fabric against my vagina rubbing and intruding.

She left me dangling there until my calves ached, and the soles of my feet had begun to touch the floor. Then she showed mercy and untied me.

“How was that?” she asked.

“Really sore. But amazing!”

“Then you can keep your panties like that until you go to bed.”

I didn’t complain, although it felt like I had a burning pain beneath me, the continuing sensation against my aching, throbbing clit was incredible.

And so we went back to our film, I was allowed my dressing gown, but I was bare apart from my punishment panties underneath. I actually found the film much more interesting sitting on a sore bottom and a wet slit. I found myself imagining kinky backstories for all the characters. I’ve no idea what actually happened in the film.

After supper we kissed goodnight, and Sophia put me to bed, slowly pulling down my panties and examining the bright red stripe between my legs it had given me. I slept naked, the cool cotton sheets feeling so good against my stinging bottom and my aching folds.

I touched myself all night that night – rubbing in slow circles, parting my lips, touching all the places that were tender and sore, exploring myself like never before.


The next morning Sophia and I laughed about last night’s kinky fun over breakfast. It was clear we’d both woken up very horny.

“Feeling hot?” she asked me as I felt my cheeks flush. I nodded back.

“Then why don’t you take your clothes off?”

I began to undress. She watched me, and soon I was completely naked. I casually retook my seat at the breakfast table.

“Lexi, your body is seriously hot.” I turned bright red. Hearing that made me extremely embarrassed, but immensely proud too.

Then she stood up, undid the buttons on her long shirt and wiggled it off her shoulders, it fell to the floor, revealing she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath.

“Ooops” she said.

She walked over to the couch, and beckoned me to join her. We sat across from each other and my eyes kept wandering to her bare slit and her perfectly suckable nipples. She was certainly looking at me too.

She came closer to me and sort of fell on top of me. I didn’t protest. Her body was warm and soft and gentle. Her hair tickled my chest and the smooth skin between her legs brushed between my thighs. Her breasts pressed against my body and I felt her nipples sliding against my skin. They were small enough to be pert, but bouncy and plump to the touch. I wrapped my arms around her waist until my hands found the cleft between her legs. I grasped her upper thighs tightly with my fingers brushing her folds, and found her nice and moist.

Then, I felt her tongue. She was sliding down me and soon enough, her lips discovered my right nipple. Trust me, I was breathing very roughly and getting goosebumps. I could feel my chest rising and falling beneath her. I had never been this intimate with a woman before.

“Relax.” she breathed. The warm air tickled my nipple which made any concentration exceedingly difficult.

Her soft lips opened and I felt her tongue slither out. Ahhh I started getting wet. Her smooth lips started sucking, suckling, and pulling my nipple. I was groaning and my hips were starting to slide up and down. She sucked harder and moved to my left nipple as well. She felt every curve and I was dizzily satisfied.

I was very, very wet now. And I felt her moving lower and lower… her lips gliding down my body like it was smooth ice.

Her tongue snaked out and started to part my lips. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before- the warmth, the way she opened me, the wetness. It was way better than I had ever imagined. I tried so hard not to cum then, I didn’t want the experience to end. Then she stopped and sat back to look at me, I must have been an arousing sight, lying on the couch with my legs open my chest rising and falling so quickly.

Her body pounced on to mine, and we rolled to the floor. She told me to lie on my back, and I obeyed her, and let her open my legs with her palms. She told me to put my feet up on the seat of the sofa, so I was in the “giving birth” position, with my knees bent and my vagina nice and wide and slick. 

She sat on the floor beside me, her back to the sofa. And I felt her fingertip touch my open lips. Stroking and exploring. I kept getting wetter and wetter now. She slid it in a little bit and I opened my legs farther hoping she’d push it right in, more, more…

“Say you’re a naughty girl Lexi.” she ordered.

“I’m a naughty giii…ohhhh….”

One finger became two, and she slid them in further, in and out, until my hips rose and fell with the movement. I was groaning wickedly.

Just when I thought my climax was inevitable, her fingers cruelly withdrew and she rubbed my thighs and my outer folds instead, moving in slow circles on my my sensitive spots as she smeared my wetness all around. Then the focus of her massaging shifted again, next to my legs then her hands fully cupped my breasts. One in each hand, so she could squeeze and fondle me, pushing my mounds together and upwards and then rubbing.

And then she slipped her slender fingers into me and back out again, in and out, shallow and deep. I felt my body clenching against the intrusion. Trying to keep her fingers inside me.

And then I felt both of her thumbs circling my pearl. I knew I was desperately close now, I could feel the tingly quivering start, just behind my clit, that was how all my orgasms seemed to start, the fuse running to my firework.

She rubbed me more, and more, until I could hold out no longer, and I was convulsed by a wave of blissful spasms. It was phenomenal.

I lay on the floor in a daze until I’d recovered my senses, then Sophia helped me off the floor and back onto the sofa. She was smiling very brightly.

“I’ve wanted to do that to you since I met you!” she laughed.

“Then perhaps you’ll indulge me, there’s something I’ve wanted to do ever since I met you…” I told her.

She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling.

And I knelt between her legs, parting her thighs, my mouth watering at the prospect of tasting her nectar.

I licked her until my tongue ached, until her thighs clenched around my face, until she cried out my name as she came.


After we’d recovered, we showered and went outside to dry out in the sun. Which meant we were both naked, of course. So it wasn’t long before I was very horny again.

After lunch, I bent provocatively over the sofa with my bum sticking out and my legs spread.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“It’s time for my punishment.” I told her with a grin.

“Oh yes! Naughty Lexi. Sexy Lexi.” she giggled.

She came over and patted me, then I felt her palm smack me. Ouch! It felt so good.

I got wet all over again as she smacked some more until my bottom was slightly pink. Just what I deserved for being a little tease…

When she was done, I could tell there was something on her mind. I tried to elaborate what I thought she was thinking.

“You want it too. Don’t you?”

She nodded. I was right.

Without me needing to tell her, she bent over, touching her toes. Her body was delicate and beautiful. Her long legs spread apart so I could examine her up close. Her slit was tantalizing. I opened her a little wider and explored with my fingers. She was breathing hard and I actually felt her getting wetter while my fingers played between her legs.

“Time for your punishment young lady?” I whispered over her shoulder.

“Yes.” she breathed.

And for the first time ever, I spanked a girl. I my hand first, smacking her splendid bottom softly at first, then progressively spanking harder and harder. I heard her muffled giggles and cries getting louder as the force of my smacks increased. Sophia was clearly enjoying my discipline, it wasn’t long before her puffy pink slit was nice and shiny.

I delivered her spanking as if she’d been a naughty little girl. My hand slightly stung, so I fetched the hairbrush she’d used on me, and she did a cute little bend over dance, hopping from foot to foot. I smacked her until her bottom was red, but she bravely kept her position with her hands on her ankles all the way through. Afterwards I examined her, teasing and fondling her warm pink cheeks, still spread open to reveal her perfect little puffy carriage.

For a little while, I just watched her standing there with her legs wide open.

“What happens after naughty girls get their spankings?” I asked.

She didn’t say anything, just moaned and wiggled her bum at me.

“Punishment panties for you, girl.” I chided, slapping her arse one more time.

Sophia gasped. “No please, Lexi. Not that.” But her pleas were unconvincing.

I took her by the hand and led her to her room, and found a nice clean pair of cotton panties. I made her slip them on, then ran her through the drill until her panties were very tight between her cheeks and she was on her tippy toes by the window dangling like I was.

She tried her best to stay on her toes rather than slide downwards and feel her panties slipping farther in. But she slowly drooped until her panties were yanked up nice and tight between her legs. It looked so good, I was very jealous.

“How’s that?” I asked.

“Sore. But incredible!” 

“My turn!” I announced eagerly.

I took her down and untied her from her position but left her panties pulled up. She wasted no time in finding panties for me, and I stepped into them eagerly.

But instead of hanging me up by my panties, Sophia pulled them tight with her hand and made me get into bed for a nap. She left me in bed to squirm for a while, returning with a pitcher of iced orange squash. She poured me a tall glass and I drank it eagerly.

It was only a matter of time before I had to use the bathroom.

“I have to use the bathroom Miss!” I cried.

“No, no, Lexi.” she told me. “Good little girls finish their naps and wait for their misses to tell them when they can go.”

She slid her fingers under the covers, making sure my panties were still pulled tight. I groaned with my growing discomfort.

I lay back and restlessly waited a little longer. Soon I felt my bladder fill with the squash I’d been so eager to drink. I crossed my legs under the covers, cradling my tummy, desperately hoping I wasn’t going to wet the bed.

“Phiaaa…” I pleaded. “I need to…”

She just shook her head.

It was all getting rather unbearable.

“Phia! Please!” I whined.

“Very well. Come with me.” she said eventually.

I lept out of bed and obediently followed her as she strolled towards the bathroom at what felt like a teasingly slow pace.

But then surprisingly she stood in front of the toilet and told me to step into the empty bath and kneel.

I looked at her imploringly, she still had her own punishment panties on, tight between her cleft like the skimpiest of thongs. I found myself wondering if I’d be able to shove her out of the way and get the loo. But I felt I ought to play along with her game.

I climbed into the bath and knelt down on the cold shiny surface, Sophia told me to spread my legs and put my hands on my head, and then slipped a small basin between my legs.

“There, now naughty girl can go potty!” she teased.

I pouted and whined, and in response she picked up a nearby bathbrush, whose long handle made it possible to spank my bum. I must have got a dozen spanks, each one sapping my ability to hold on. I felt tender and achey and like I needed to go so bad.

“Aghhh!”

I felt my bladder full to bursting. And with the basin between my legs I couldn’t even cross my legs, and with my hands on my head there was certainly no way to pull my panties down.

“Tell me you’re a naughty girl with a spanked bum who’s about to pee her panties.” Sophia smiled.

“NO way!” I protested.

“Okay…” she moved to leave the bathroom.

“WAIT! Okay! I’m a naughty girl with a spanked bum who’s about to pee my panties.”

“Again.”

“I’m a naughty girl with a spanked bum who’s about to pee my panties!”

Just saying the words seemed to make it so. I felt the liquid coming out. It was slow at first, but suddenly it rushed out and I was wetting my panties, the first drips trickling out into the basin at first, which then quickened into a stream.

My shame of wetting myself was accompanied by something else, a surge of relief that ran up my spine making me quiver. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, it lacked the waves of bliss I usually got when I came, but it still felt amazingly good.

“Such a naughty girl!” she scolded, but I could hear the delight in her voice. I’d never ever felt anything like that. The hot calmy wetness between my legs still dripping, and the humiliation burning on my face.

After a few minutes Sophia allowed me to stand up and pull my sodden panties down. I ran my spoiled underwear under the tap, then Sophia pulled down her own tight panties, and we mutually admired the red stripes between our legs. We entered the shower together soon afterwards, taking our time to soap each other up, and wash each other’s intimate places. 

I’d barely rubbed myself with my towel when Sophia took me by the hand, down the hall to her bedroom. I lay on her bed and she knelt over my face, and we kissed the tender stripe between each other’s legs better.

Afterwards we dressed in clean underwear and we both made sure they were pulled up nice and tight against our clits.

“We’ve been bad girls Phia. Which means both of us have to wear our punishment panties all day long.”

She laughed, nudging me conspiratorially.

“Yes, and then tonight, we should really have our bottoms smacked nice and hard until we’re both red.”

We both put on long summer dresses, our panties tight underneath, and admired ourselves in the mirror. Two naughty little girls stared back. Two newly established partners in crime.

“You do know what we need…?” I said at last.

“… a Governess…”

But that’s another story.

You see what you’ve done to me?

My method of enjoying your stories is as follows – I start reading, stroking my pussy from time to time, till I can feel it is soaking wet through my panties. Then I pull them down and insert my dildo. When reading I sometimes make a few thrusts with a dildo, so that I can remain aroused all the time. And when I can’t stand anymore, I find my favourite part in the story and put my index on my clit. And I come gloriously. By far I experienced the most intense orgasms with Punishment Panties.

I do like the notion of reading as far as you can, and then finding your favourite part of the story to finish. And why not, there’s no reason why you can’t dip into a story – or immerse yourself deeply, depending on your mood. 

Thank you for your message, I have enjoyed imagining what section of Punishment Panties might provide you with such pleasure…

My method of enjoying your stories is as follows – I start reading, stroking my pussy from time to time, till I can feel it is soaking wet through my panties. Then I pull them down and insert my dildo. When reading I sometimes make a few thrusts with a dildo, so that I can remain aroused all the time. And when I can’t stand anymore, I find my favourite part in the story and put my index on my clit. And I come gloriously. By far I experienced the most intense orgasms with Punishment Panties.

I do like the notion of reading as far as you can, and then finding your favourite part of the story to finish. And why not, there’s no reason why you can’t dip into a story – or immerse yourself deeply, depending on your mood. 

Thank you for your message, I have enjoyed imagining what section of Punishment Panties might provide you with such pleasure…

Inevitably

An anonymous reader writes:

Oh my!

I’ve just finished the new story!

I don’t know where to begin or what to describe first!

How wet it has made me!

How badly I want to be in that room!

Unable to speak, unable to move, no way to change my fate or do anything except experience the sensations of him spanking me and thrusting deep into my bottom! 

I hope that it is inevitable that I come more than once. For hoping is all I can do. I hope it is inevitable that he thrust a fifteenth time.

I hope that it is inevitable that he continues to bring me to orgasm anally until my consecutive orgasms are so close together that only the sensor and the man inside my bum know when one ends and the next begins and juices are flowing out of my cunt and onto the floor.

I hope it is inevitable that he pulls out of my bum and after my orgasm ends he tells me the statistics of my fucking…

I hope it is inevitable that I’m shocked by the number of orgasms he informs me that I have just had.

I hope he tells me that it has always been inevitable that he now will thrust into my dripping cunt. That it will inevitably receive the same invasive treatment.

And I hope it is inevitable that he thrusts into me until I’m so absorbed in the pleasure that even after he pulls out I continue to cum – until eventually he leans over me, and whispers into my ear the number of times I’ve cum like a naughty little girl.

 

Inevitably

An anonymous reader writes:

Oh my!

I’ve just finished the new story!

I don’t know where to begin or what to describe first!

How wet it has made me!

How badly I want to be in that room!

Unable to speak, unable to move, no way to change my fate or do anything except experience the sensations of him spanking me and thrusting deep into my bottom! 

I hope that it is inevitable that I come more than once. For hoping is all I can do. I hope it is inevitable that he thrust a fifteenth time.

I hope that it is inevitable that he continues to bring me to orgasm anally until my consecutive orgasms are so close together that only the sensor and the man inside my bum know when one ends and the next begins and juices are flowing out of my cunt and onto the floor.

I hope it is inevitable that he pulls out of my bum and after my orgasm ends he tells me the statistics of my fucking…

I hope it is inevitable that I’m shocked by the number of orgasms he informs me that I have just had.

I hope he tells me that it has always been inevitable that he now will thrust into my dripping cunt. That it will inevitably receive the same invasive treatment.

And I hope it is inevitable that he thrusts into me until I’m so absorbed in the pleasure that even after he pulls out I continue to cum – until eventually he leans over me, and whispers into my ear the number of times I’ve cum like a naughty little girl.

 

Limbo

An anonymous reader writes:

 

Sigh. They’re back.

Just moments ago I had to drag myself reluctantly from my bed, quickly throwing on a top and stepping into a skirt. Now I’m sitting in front of my laptop, typing, so if they knock on my door to say hello, it’ll look as if I’ve been diligently working all the time they’ve been away. My typing will make it seem more convincing, maybe it will even help mask my frustrations.

Because I haven’t been working at all, I was lying naked on my bed reading your delightful tale.

But I didn’t have time to finish it.

So I remain in a reader’s limbo. Unable to advance in the story, unable to discover what happens next. I remain marooned at a particular moment, one so tantalizing I’d been forced to stop reading because of the delight building between my legs. My indulgence ultimately consumed my remaining time to read. Thus I remain stuck, not knowing how the story ends.

It’s my own fault really. I shouldn’t have been so easily distracted…

I was picturing young Stephanie alone in her room in a position I myself have occupied on several occasions. I could feel the same wetness between my own freshly groomed folds (I’d trimmed and shaved right before reading). I could picture her quietly whispering her teacher’s name as she pictures him pleasuring her.

It is now that I feel I must admit I’ve had similar fantasies for my former history teacher. He always seemed to have a bulge in the front of his pants. I would oft let my mind wander during his lectures. Imagining what was hidden behind the fabric, how he looked naked, how he would sound in the heat of the moment.

Just thinking about it has my intimate areas getting hot and soft again. I haven’t had time to put on new underwear, my panties are still under the covers, sticky and wet, where I urgently tugged them off. Now I can’t help but long to be put into the same compromising position as Stephanie.

To have Sir instruct me to undress in front of him.

To be made to pull down my own underwear and admit my sins.

To be at eye level with that bulge as I bend over to reveal myself over and over and over.

To admit that I masturbate and be made to describe exactly what I do.

To describe to him the way I caress my breasts and pinch my nipples before running my hands over my body, imaging that they are the hands of my lover.

To tell him about how I position my pillow between my legs and imagine it is a man thrusting into my wetness.

To admit that I imagine him running his hands over my body and him thrusting into me.

To see his face as he watches my wet panties pull away from my bare mound and to admit that he is the reason for my arousal.

He would put me over his knee for sure. And spank me like the naughty girl I am. Hard and slow, until my bum is hot and pink. Until I’ve spilt all my sordid secrets. I’d tell him how I think about him late at night in bed, keeping me behind after class on some pretense. I imagine him inspecting me, the thrill of being so intimately scrutinized by such a meticulous mind.

i am typing with one finger now, picking out letters as my other hand strays beneath my skirt. time to go – i think you can guess what is going to happen next

Limbo

An anonymous reader writes:

 

Sigh. They’re back.

Just moments ago I had to drag myself reluctantly from my bed, quickly throwing on a top and stepping into a skirt. Now I’m sitting in front of my laptop, typing, so if they knock on my door to say hello, it’ll look as if I’ve been diligently working all the time they’ve been away. My typing will make it seem more convincing, maybe it will even help mask my frustrations.

Because I haven’t been working at all, I was lying naked on my bed reading your delightful tale.

But I didn’t have time to finish it.

So I remain in a reader’s limbo. Unable to advance in the story, unable to discover what happens next. I remain marooned at a particular moment, one so tantalizing I’d been forced to stop reading because of the delight building between my legs. My indulgence ultimately consumed my remaining time to read. Thus I remain stuck, not knowing how the story ends.

It’s my own fault really. I shouldn’t have been so easily distracted…

I was picturing young Stephanie alone in her room in a position I myself have occupied on several occasions. I could feel the same wetness between my own freshly groomed folds (I’d trimmed and shaved right before reading). I could picture her quietly whispering her teacher’s name as she pictures him pleasuring her.

It is now that I feel I must admit I’ve had similar fantasies for my former history teacher. He always seemed to have a bulge in the front of his pants. I would oft let my mind wander during his lectures. Imagining what was hidden behind the fabric, how he looked naked, how he would sound in the heat of the moment.

Just thinking about it has my intimate areas getting hot and soft again. I haven’t had time to put on new underwear, my panties are still under the covers, sticky and wet, where I urgently tugged them off. Now I can’t help but long to be put into the same compromising position as Stephanie.

To have Sir instruct me to undress in front of him.

To be made to pull down my own underwear and admit my sins.

To be at eye level with that bulge as I bend over to reveal myself over and over and over.

To admit that I masturbate and be made to describe exactly what I do.

To describe to him the way I caress my breasts and pinch my nipples before running my hands over my body, imaging that they are the hands of my lover.

To tell him about how I position my pillow between my legs and imagine it is a man thrusting into my wetness.

To admit that I imagine him running his hands over my body and him thrusting into me.

To see his face as he watches my wet panties pull away from my bare mound and to admit that he is the reason for my arousal.

He would put me over his knee for sure. And spank me like the naughty girl I am. Hard and slow, until my bum is hot and pink. Until I’ve spilt all my sordid secrets. I’d tell him how I think about him late at night in bed, keeping me behind after class on some pretense. I imagine him inspecting me, the thrill of being so intimately scrutinized by such a meticulous mind.

i am typing with one finger now, picking out letters as my other hand strays beneath my skirt. time to go – i think you can guess what is going to happen next

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