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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Lovely Back
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Story Fragment
Darryl watched curiously as Amanda Forthright disappeared into the bushes near the university laboratory. Amanda was one of the hottest girls on campus, and that she was sneaking into the tall shrubs and trees that surrounded the three-story brick building quickly got Darryl's attention.
He looked around to see whether anyone else noticed the blonde cheerleader as she slipped into the greenery. Off to Darryl's left was the library, and a group of students were kicking around a small yellow sack filled with beans. They were too intent on their game to pay attention to Amanda's disappearing act. To his right was a long sidewalk, shaded by ancient oak trees. It was in-between classes, so the sidewalk was largely empty of people. Only a few squirrels chattered at him from the safety of branches too high to reach. Straight ahead was the laboratory, and to Darryl's back there was a brick wall that had been painted white.
He looked back at the heavy wall of greenery surrounding the laboratory. Darryl knew from experience that there was a narrow pathway between the edge of the bushes and the building. The pathway was there so that the university's maintenance crew could work on the building when necessary. Darryl had only seen maintenance people actually plow through the bushes on a couple of occasions, and that was when the pipes in the building had broken during an exceptionally harsh winter. He didn't think anyone had gone into the area since then, and that really piqued his curiosity: Why would Amanda be going into the bushes?
As he looked at the heavy stand of bushes and trees, Darryl knew that no one could see the cheerleader. If he hadn't been watching, Darryl would have walked by the spot and been none the wiser that Amanda was lurking somewhere within the bushes.
There was only a scattering of people around the campus and none seemed to be looking in his direction, so Darryl sidled up to the heavy growth and slipped between two huge bushes. He moved quietly, but quickly, stopping just short of the edge of the building. He stayed just within the bushes so that Amanda wouldn't see him.
But he could see her.
She was about 20 feet away from his position, and standing on what looked like a small wooden crate. Amanda had her fingers hooked on a window casing and was peeping just over the window sill through the glass at something inside the laboratory.
I had a good view of her, streched up on her tiptoes. She was wearing her cheerleader's uniform - a short blue and white skirt with a white ...Darryl watched curiously as Amanda Forthright disappeared into the bushes near the university laboratory. Amanda was one of the hottest girls on campus, and that she was sneaking into the tall shrubs and trees that surrounded the three-story brick building quickly got Darryl's attention.
He looked around to see whether anyone else noticed the blonde cheerleader as she slipped into the greenery. Off to Darryl's left was the library, and a group of students were kicking around a small yellow sack filled with beans. They were too intent on their game to pay attention to Amanda's disappearing act. To his right was a long sidewalk, shaded by ancient oak trees. It was in-between classes, so the sidewalk was largely empty of people. Only a few squirrels chattered at him from the safety of branches too high to reach. Straight ahead was the laboratory, and to Darryl's back there was a brick wall that had been painted white.
He looked back at the heavy wall of greenery surrounding the laboratory. Darryl knew from experience that there was a narrow pathway between the edge of the bushes and the building. The pathway was there so that the university's maintenance crew could work on the building when necessary. Darryl had only seen maintenance people actually plow through the bushes on a couple of occasions, and that was when the pipes in the building had broken during an exceptionally harsh winter. He didn't think anyone had gone into the area since then, and that really piqued his curiosity: Why would Amanda be going into the bushes?
As he looked at the heavy stand of bushes and trees, Darryl knew that no one could see the cheerleader. If he hadn't been watching, Darryl would have walked by the spot and been none the wiser that Amanda was lurking somewhere within the bushes.
There was only a scattering of people around the campus and none seemed to be looking in his direction, so Darryl sidled up to the heavy growth and slipped between two huge bushes. He moved quietly, but quickly, stopping just short of the edge of the building. He stayed just within the bushes so that Amanda wouldn't see him.
But he could see her.
She was about 20 feet away from his position, and standing on what looked like a small wooden crate. Amanda had her fingers hooked on a window casing and was peeping just over the window sill through the glass at something inside the laboratory.
I had a good view of her, streched up on her tiptoes. She was wearing her cheerleader's uniform - a short blue and white skirt with a white ...
He looked around to see whether anyone else noticed the blonde cheerleader as she slipped into the greenery. Off to Darryl's left was the library, and a group of students were kicking around a small yellow sack filled with beans. They were too intent on their game to pay attention to Amanda's disappearing act. To his right was a long sidewalk, shaded by ancient oak trees. It was in-between classes, so the sidewalk was largely empty of people. Only a few squirrels chattered at him from the safety of branches too high to reach. Straight ahead was the laboratory, and to Darryl's back there was a brick wall that had been painted white.
He looked back at the heavy wall of greenery surrounding the laboratory. Darryl knew from experience that there was a narrow pathway between the edge of the bushes and the building. The pathway was there so that the university's maintenance crew could work on the building when necessary. Darryl had only seen maintenance people actually plow through the bushes on a couple of occasions, and that was when the pipes in the building had broken during an exceptionally harsh winter. He didn't think anyone had gone into the area since then, and that really piqued his curiosity: Why would Amanda be going into the bushes?
As he looked at the heavy stand of bushes and trees, Darryl knew that no one could see the cheerleader. If he hadn't been watching, Darryl would have walked by the spot and been none the wiser that Amanda was lurking somewhere within the bushes.
There was only a scattering of people around the campus and none seemed to be looking in his direction, so Darryl sidled up to the heavy growth and slipped between two huge bushes. He moved quietly, but quickly, stopping just short of the edge of the building. He stayed just within the bushes so that Amanda wouldn't see him.
But he could see her.
She was about 20 feet away from his position, and standing on what looked like a small wooden crate. Amanda had her fingers hooked on a window casing and was peeping just over the window sill through the glass at something inside the laboratory.
I had a good view of her, streched up on her tiptoes. She was wearing her cheerleader's uniform - a short blue and white skirt with a white ...Darryl watched curiously as Amanda Forthright disappeared into the bushes near the university laboratory. Amanda was one of the hottest girls on campus, and that she was sneaking into the tall shrubs and trees that surrounded the three-story brick building quickly got Darryl's attention.
He looked around to see whether anyone else noticed the blonde cheerleader as she slipped into the greenery. Off to Darryl's left was the library, and a group of students were kicking around a small yellow sack filled with beans. They were too intent on their game to pay attention to Amanda's disappearing act. To his right was a long sidewalk, shaded by ancient oak trees. It was in-between classes, so the sidewalk was largely empty of people. Only a few squirrels chattered at him from the safety of branches too high to reach. Straight ahead was the laboratory, and to Darryl's back there was a brick wall that had been painted white.
He looked back at the heavy wall of greenery surrounding the laboratory. Darryl knew from experience that there was a narrow pathway between the edge of the bushes and the building. The pathway was there so that the university's maintenance crew could work on the building when necessary. Darryl had only seen maintenance people actually plow through the bushes on a couple of occasions, and that was when the pipes in the building had broken during an exceptionally harsh winter. He didn't think anyone had gone into the area since then, and that really piqued his curiosity: Why would Amanda be going into the bushes?
As he looked at the heavy stand of bushes and trees, Darryl knew that no one could see the cheerleader. If he hadn't been watching, Darryl would have walked by the spot and been none the wiser that Amanda was lurking somewhere within the bushes.
There was only a scattering of people around the campus and none seemed to be looking in his direction, so Darryl sidled up to the heavy growth and slipped between two huge bushes. He moved quietly, but quickly, stopping just short of the edge of the building. He stayed just within the bushes so that Amanda wouldn't see him.
But he could see her.
She was about 20 feet away from his position, and standing on what looked like a small wooden crate. Amanda had her fingers hooked on a window casing and was peeping just over the window sill through the glass at something inside the laboratory.
I had a good view of her, streched up on her tiptoes. She was wearing her cheerleader's uniform - a short blue and white skirt with a white ...
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Latex Girls
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
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I love that Ass!
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Friday, October 28, 2011
A Proper Domme
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I know what you're thinking. But for now, I'll keep that to myself. Feel free to leave comments and complaints. I deal with everything in the same way.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Sorry it's been so long
Life has been challenging lately. And I almost let it overwhelm me. But I'm back, and I'm writing. This is the next part of the Heather and Misty story. Sister Mary has already caned Heather. Now she wants to see Misty. This is what I have so far.
Misty's Punishment - Heather's Girlfriend gets Caned
Heather shook herself awake and rubbed her still tender backside. Dawn was breaking and thin shafts of light speared through the young woman's windows. Both the sun and the pain in her ass cheeks had awakened Heather earlier than normal. Sister Mary had caned her the day before, and while the whipping had left Heather bruised and sore, the orgasm that had swept her body after the beating had more than compensated for the pain. Indeed, Heather was of a mind that the caning had actually made her own orgasm more intense.
Heather sat up in her bed and shifted her sore buttocks back and forth against the cool sheet as she reflected on the day before when the nun had so forcefully applied the cane to her backside. Heather had spent the entire week prior dreading the punishment, even though she wasn't sure what punishment would be applied.
Two weeks ago, Heather had laid out of school. She had skipped every day thinking the nuns at Our Lady of Grief wouldn't notice her absence. She had been wrong. The week that Heather decided to skip school was the week that a new Head Mistress had taken office at the Catholic school: Sister Mary Ignatius.
Just the thought of the nun sent a frightened shiver through Heather's body. But even though that tremor carried fright through her flesh, Heather also felt lust and desire. The nun, Heather remembered, wasn't a young woman, but neither was she old. Sister Mary was about 40, with a hard and lean body underneath her nun's habit. The nun had a violently lovely face – angular, with smooth creamy skin. Sister Mary's eyes were icy blue and nearly clear.
When the nun found out that Heather had laid out of school for a week, she sent a note to Heather's parents threatening expulsion. Heather had managed to intercept the note. When she read the contents, Heather was horrified. She had already failed a year of high school and at 19 was the oldest girl in summer school. Heather needed those classes to get into college. So she pleaded with Sister Mary not to be expelled. Heather had promised the nun that she would do anything to stay in school.
And when Heather made that promise, Sister Mary responded with a second note, delivered during her classes. That note carried the promise of punishment. Heather remembered part of the note so clearly:
If you would like to remain in school, you will report to my office this Saturday at 7 a.m. I will punish you at that time, applying the same punishment that I would to any other student in this school. Be prompt, and wear your uniform.
For a week, Heather wondered what the nun meant by “the same punishment that I would to any other student in this school.” Those words were especially ominous, as the Heather knew that boys in the school were punished with a cane.
“She can't mean the cane,” her friend and lover, Misty had said at the time. The words were meant to reassure Heather. But the breast to breast hug that they shared in the hallway as Misty tried to comfort her friend was more about their afternoon dalliances with one another than true comfort. “That's a boy's punishment,” Misty had said.
But Misty had been wrong – so very wrong. When Heather had arrived for her punishment at the appointed time, Sister Mary had stripped down to a form-fitting, black body stocking to give her a freer movement than the nun's heavy black and white habit allowed. Then the nun had sent Heather to select her own cane from the cabinet and then bend over a straight backed chair. From that point on, Heather was blurry on the details, but remembered that she had been caned on her bare backside. She remembered the whistle of the cane as Sister Mary had drawn it back, and then the sharp crack as the cane came into contact with her buttocks. Heather had to count each stroke, and she remembered at least six of them, laid in like stripes across her smooth ass.
She also remembered that after the caning, the nun's fingers found their way into Heather's pussy. Sister Mary's thumb had twiddled with her clitoris, asshe jammed two more fingers deep inside of her. The pain in her ass combined with the shivers that the nun's fingers caused had sent Heather into a near delirium of lust.
But most of all, Heather remembered the nun's final words. Sister Mary knew that Heather and Misty were lovers, though that wasn't what bothered the nun. It was where the girls expressed their affection for one another that disturbed Sister Mary. School, as far as the nun was concerned, was sacred. Students were not allowed to let their hormones run wild and paw one another in the hallways. Heather and Misty had broken that rule, and Sister Mary was aware of their lustful lunchtime games.
“About this girlfriend of yours,” Sister Mary had said on Saturday, as she worked her fingers inside Heather's pussy. Heather remembered spreading her legs wider to give the nun easy access. “When we're finished here,” the nun had said. “You will go to Misty's house and tell her that I want to see her in my office next Saturday at 7 a.m.”
Heather remembered the rush of orgasm that had smashed full into her body as she thought of Misty – her friend and lover – naked and bent over, awaiting the cane.
Misty's Punishment - Heather's Girlfriend gets Caned
Heather shook herself awake and rubbed her still tender backside. Dawn was breaking and thin shafts of light speared through the young woman's windows. Both the sun and the pain in her ass cheeks had awakened Heather earlier than normal. Sister Mary had caned her the day before, and while the whipping had left Heather bruised and sore, the orgasm that had swept her body after the beating had more than compensated for the pain. Indeed, Heather was of a mind that the caning had actually made her own orgasm more intense.
Heather sat up in her bed and shifted her sore buttocks back and forth against the cool sheet as she reflected on the day before when the nun had so forcefully applied the cane to her backside. Heather had spent the entire week prior dreading the punishment, even though she wasn't sure what punishment would be applied.
Two weeks ago, Heather had laid out of school. She had skipped every day thinking the nuns at Our Lady of Grief wouldn't notice her absence. She had been wrong. The week that Heather decided to skip school was the week that a new Head Mistress had taken office at the Catholic school: Sister Mary Ignatius.
Just the thought of the nun sent a frightened shiver through Heather's body. But even though that tremor carried fright through her flesh, Heather also felt lust and desire. The nun, Heather remembered, wasn't a young woman, but neither was she old. Sister Mary was about 40, with a hard and lean body underneath her nun's habit. The nun had a violently lovely face – angular, with smooth creamy skin. Sister Mary's eyes were icy blue and nearly clear.
When the nun found out that Heather had laid out of school for a week, she sent a note to Heather's parents threatening expulsion. Heather had managed to intercept the note. When she read the contents, Heather was horrified. She had already failed a year of high school and at 19 was the oldest girl in summer school. Heather needed those classes to get into college. So she pleaded with Sister Mary not to be expelled. Heather had promised the nun that she would do anything to stay in school.
And when Heather made that promise, Sister Mary responded with a second note, delivered during her classes. That note carried the promise of punishment. Heather remembered part of the note so clearly:
If you would like to remain in school, you will report to my office this Saturday at 7 a.m. I will punish you at that time, applying the same punishment that I would to any other student in this school. Be prompt, and wear your uniform.
For a week, Heather wondered what the nun meant by “the same punishment that I would to any other student in this school.” Those words were especially ominous, as the Heather knew that boys in the school were punished with a cane.
“She can't mean the cane,” her friend and lover, Misty had said at the time. The words were meant to reassure Heather. But the breast to breast hug that they shared in the hallway as Misty tried to comfort her friend was more about their afternoon dalliances with one another than true comfort. “That's a boy's punishment,” Misty had said.
But Misty had been wrong – so very wrong. When Heather had arrived for her punishment at the appointed time, Sister Mary had stripped down to a form-fitting, black body stocking to give her a freer movement than the nun's heavy black and white habit allowed. Then the nun had sent Heather to select her own cane from the cabinet and then bend over a straight backed chair. From that point on, Heather was blurry on the details, but remembered that she had been caned on her bare backside. She remembered the whistle of the cane as Sister Mary had drawn it back, and then the sharp crack as the cane came into contact with her buttocks. Heather had to count each stroke, and she remembered at least six of them, laid in like stripes across her smooth ass.
She also remembered that after the caning, the nun's fingers found their way into Heather's pussy. Sister Mary's thumb had twiddled with her clitoris, asshe jammed two more fingers deep inside of her. The pain in her ass combined with the shivers that the nun's fingers caused had sent Heather into a near delirium of lust.
But most of all, Heather remembered the nun's final words. Sister Mary knew that Heather and Misty were lovers, though that wasn't what bothered the nun. It was where the girls expressed their affection for one another that disturbed Sister Mary. School, as far as the nun was concerned, was sacred. Students were not allowed to let their hormones run wild and paw one another in the hallways. Heather and Misty had broken that rule, and Sister Mary was aware of their lustful lunchtime games.
“About this girlfriend of yours,” Sister Mary had said on Saturday, as she worked her fingers inside Heather's pussy. Heather remembered spreading her legs wider to give the nun easy access. “When we're finished here,” the nun had said. “You will go to Misty's house and tell her that I want to see her in my office next Saturday at 7 a.m.”
Heather remembered the rush of orgasm that had smashed full into her body as she thought of Misty – her friend and lover – naked and bent over, awaiting the cane.
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