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MAGGIE'S IMPURE THOUGHTS His eyes get wide when he realizes I'm wearing a sheer, front opening bra. He unclasps my bra, and runs his hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples. He takes one in his mouth as I unbutton and unzip his jeans I pull his underwear down partway and his cock springs free. "Are you crazy?" he says. Then starts to suck the other nipple. "Mmm. Maybe. But it's kind of exciting, isn't it?" "I'll excite you," he says hoarsely. "With my hand warming your bare butt." He puts his hand down my shorts and stops suddenly when he realizes my pussy is shaved bare and I'm not wearing any panties. His fingers play with my outer lips and he teases me about how hot I'm getting. "You want me to spank you, don't you? You want me to pull down your shorts and turn you over my knee. You want me to see your naked pussy, all hot and ready for me." "Yes, oh yes." He leads me to a fallen log, and sits down. Then he pulls my shorts off and pulls me over his lap. I can feel his naked cock pushing into me. He spreads my legs, and strokes the inside of my thighs and on up into my hairless slit. He slides a finger inside me, in and out, in and out. I move against his leg, and try to meet his thrusts. Then he pulls his finger out. "I'm going to punish you now." I hear the smile in his voice, and know that this is going to be an erotic spanking. Not much pain, but just enough fire to get mike pussy warmed up and ready. (Like it really needed warming up.) SmackSmack SmackSmack. He goes on for several minutes, stopping only to tell me that my bottom is getting cherry red. Then he resumes his (my) spanking, all the while telling me how bad I'd been to deceive him, how I really must have wanted to be spanked. I have to agree, I'm getting so turned on, all I want is for him to get inside me. When the spankings stop, I get up and start to straddle his lap, facing him. "No," he says, leading me to another tree. "Lean on this, brace yourself with your hands. And stick your butt out. I want to see your nice red butt and be able to finger your pussy while I'm plowing into you." "I don't care how you do it, just stick your cock inside me!" That earns me another ten swats. By this time, I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get some action soon. It it's a great relief when he slips his cock inside me, and start thrusting. The sensation on a hairless pussy was unbelievable! Especially when he starts playing with my clit and massaging my pussy lips. I started to shudder with release, and he quickly replaces his cock with two fingers so he can kneel down and suck all the cum out of my pussy. And boy, does he suck. Hoover's got nothing on him! His fingers wet with my cum, he sticks them into my butt. First one, then the other. The he pulls then out, and gently works himself inside. It's uncomfortable at first, but then I begin to relax and enjoy the sensation, the movement of him inside that particular hole. I can almost feel him getting bigger, even inside me. He leans forward just enough to tell me he's going to come, then I feel spurts of semen. It feels wonderful. He pulls himself out. Both of us are spent, hot, and sweaty, and in my case, sore. We quickly dress, and I kiss him deeply again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on him. "I already had my tonsils out, thank you very much," he says. "Don't you ever get enough?" "Not lately. But I think I can hold off until tonight." "Maybe I should have used a stick on you instead of just my hand." "Maybe," I say with a smile. He picks one up, swings it experimentally, slaps it against his hand and his jean clad leg. "This'll do." "Promises, promises." He grins. "You just wait until tonight." He kept that promise. The next thing I feel is a warm washcloth over my pubic hair and shaving cream. "Don't move," he says. I don't. There's something highly erotic about being blindfolded, tied up, and shaved. I feel wetness in my pussy, and am trying desperately not to move. It feels so good! "OK. We're done now. You can move." "Please," I ask. "I need you inside me. Now!" He laughs, and runs his hand and fingers over my now bald pussy, slipping a finger inside. "Please!" I feel him go between my legs, feel his hot breath, and his tongue invade my pussy. He licks and sucks and drives me wild. He licks the outside of my pussy and sticks a finger inside. I writh and squirm and thrust myself into his hand, feeling an orgasm building deep inside. "Please! Your cock!" I hear him unzip his jeans and feel him between my legs. A quick thrust, and he's in, pumping and thrusting so hard that it hurts. Ten thrusts, and I come, crying out with the ecstasy of release. (Pretty good, huh? Maybe I ought to write romances!) I lie quietly for a few minutes, recovering. Then he says, "I'm going to untie you. Do not take off the blindfold." He helps me up and leads me out into the living room. "Remember what we talked about last week?" "We talked about a lot of things last week." "Maybe this will refresh your memory." He leads me over to the chair, and sits down, pulling me over his knee. It definitely refreshes my memory. I'm about to get a birthday spanking. Lying over his knee, with my skirt up, I can only imagine how I look, how my newly shaved pussy looks. I begin to get wet again. His hand begins to smack my butt cheeks, rythmically alternating. It stings a lot, but then warmth and wetness begin to spread, and I can feel pussy juice running down my legs Occasionally, his hand would brushes against my pussy, but always stops short of entering. I feel myself ready to come again. Smack! "Eighteen." Smack! "Nineteen!" Smack! "Twenty." Smack. "Twenty-one." Smack! "Twenty two." "Oh, god. Don't stop!" He chuckles.. "Can you believe she wants more?" I gasp, for the first time realizing that we aren't alone. "Allow me," said a voice. My roommate's boyfriend. "Another twenty-two?" he asks me. "You might want to use this," says his girlfriend. "You have to guess what it is," she tells me. "You get two chances. If you miss, you get an additional twenty-two from whoever else is in the room. If you guess correctly, the swats get softer. Sometimes instead of spanking you,we will put something up your pussy. Same rules apply." He begins to swat. The first hit feels like fire. So does the second and the third. The fourth brings back memories--me in school, my mother a teacher, trips to the bathroom for a barebottom spanking with the wooden spoon she kept in her purse. "A wooden spoon," I guess. Immediately, the swats get softer, more arousing than painful. I shift, in order to rub myself on my boyfriend's knee, and come again. "Do you want to keep going?" My boyfriend asks after the second twenty-two have been delivered. "Yes." "We'll stop anytime. Think of a safeword." "Red light." "Red light it is then. Next?" Bracing myself to be spanked again, I am somewhat surprised to find something inserted in my pussy instead. It sort of curved, and my pussy lips closed over it greedily. "A banana." "Correct." The next items are a tongue (I had to guess whose--I got it wrong and earned twenty-two spanks with a hairbrush), a carrot, a piece of celery, a candle, and a dildo. By the time we finish, I 'm weak in the knees (and other places!) I am told to sit up on the sofa and spread my legs, showing off my newly shaved slit, and letting whoever wanted to lick, suck, or insert fingers. Only then am I allowed to take the blindfold off and look into the faces of my smiling friends. "There's one more surprise," my boyfriend says with a grin. "We got it all on videotape. Close ups and everything!" I look at him. "You're crazy!" "No, I'm not." He smiles again. He's very good looking, tall, with light brown hair and although not muscle-bound, he obviously keeps in shape. "Come with me." He holds out his hand, and I accept it, and go with him to his office. "What are you going to do?" I ask. "Paddle you so you can see what it's like. With minor variations, of course." "Of course," I murmur, wondering what in the world I've gotten myself into. "Relax, it won't kill you. You might even like it." I lean over the desk, assuming the position. Then he lifts my skirt up, and pulls my panties down. "What are you doing?" I screech. "One of the variations." He rubs his hand over my bottom, almost, but not quite touching my pussy. "Very nice." Smack! His hand comes down on my bottom. I yelp in surprise. Smack! Smack! First on the left cheek, then the right. Smack! Smack! He rubs my butt and tells me it's beginning to get rosy. Smack! Smack! Smack! It stings. In spite of myself, I beginning to see what he means. My pussy is getting warm and wet, and I ache to be touched there. Smack! Smack! Smack! He stops abruptly. "This isn't working." "Believe me, it's working fine." He shakes his head. "I want you over my knee." He sits in his chair, and pulls me down over his lap. "Comfy?" He asks wickedly. I nod, uncomfortably aware of how wet I am, and wondering if he's noticed. I vaguely hear a drawer open. "Now it's time for the paddle." He re-warms my backside a few more times with his hand (as if it needed it!) Then brings the paddle down." "Yow!" The paddle stings horribly. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! I squirm, trying to get away from the sting. "Be still," he says. "How many did you give the senior?" "Twelve. No, ten." "You said twelve first. That's how many you're going to get." Whack! Whack! Whack! The paddling continued. I started to squirm again, but this time it wasn't from pain... Whack! Whack! Whack! "We're halfway there." He put his hand between my legs. "Do you realize how wet you are? How hot and wet?" His sticks a finger inside me, and I move against it. He pulls it out almost immediately. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! He stops. "No, don't stop, please!" I beg. (Is this really me?) "I'm going to come!" He obligingly paddles me again and again. Until I shudder against his leg. Then he slips two fingers inside as spasms rack my body and I climax, feeling pussy juice run down my legs. Worn out, I continue to lie across his lap, halfway hoping he'll start all over again. "Does that answer your question?" He asks. "What question?" I ask stupidly. "On why you seem to be spanking the same seniors over and over again." "Yes." I stand up, and my skirt falls into place while my panties slither the rest of the way down my legs. "Do you think we could do this again sometime?" There are minor variations to this fantasy. Sometimes I stay bent over the desk, after which he licks and sucks my pussy. Sometimes he rams his hard cock inside me and his thighs slap against my freshly spanked bottom. Sometimes he catches his secretary watching us, then we both get to spank her. Ms. Stewart (the school marmish one) says "Please sit down. My security officer here, (she points to the large woman), has told me that she witnessed you pocketing some merchandise. Is that true?" I think, for a moment, about the ramifications of telling the truth and decide to do just that with an excuse attached to it. "Yes it is true, but I fully intended to pay, I just forgot about it." "Is that so?" Says Ms. Stewart. "Yes, it is." "Well, young lady, that's not what our camera shows us." I began to get nervous. "Well..." Ms. Stewart cuts me short and says, "We prosecute to the fullest extend of the law for shoplifters. There is one other option available if you do not want to be prosecuted." I look up, somewhat hopeful. "You must submit to punishment for a period of two weeks." "What kind of punishment, I asked almost timidly. You must report here to be spanked on the bare bottom, every day for two weeks. If you should miss one day or refuse the spanking, you will be sent to jail." Since I didn't want to go to jail I consented to go through with the punishment. Ms. Stewart turned to the large security woman and said "I want her searched and positioned." Ms. Stewart left the room temporarily. The large woman said in a german accent "Take off your clothes." "All of them?!" "Take them off now!" I couldn't believe it. I started undressing as she watched every movement I made. When I had completed the task she came over to me, put her hand on my shoulder and escorted me to the desk Ms. Stewart was sitting at. "Bend over the desk." She said gruffly. I did as I was told and heard her put on rubber gloves. "Spread your legs." I did and she parted my lips and pushed her finger into my pussy, and made a point of keeping there and turning it around a few times. Then she pulled her finger out of my pussy and put lube on it and parted my cheeks, sliding her finger in my butt. She did the same thing there, but this time put one hand on my upper back and moved it in and out a couple of times. "Clean up and put on panties and shirt only." She left the room and I thought about making a run for it, but was too scared. After I had cleaned off the lube, put my panties and shirt on Ms. Stewart came into the room with the large woman. "It time for your punishment now." She took a riding crop out of her desk and told me to stand facing the wall. "Hold up your shirt." The large woman came over and pulled my panties down to my knees. Then Ms. Stewart proceeded to give me about 30 strokes with the riding crop. My butt was positively raw when she was finished and I have to admit I cried because I had never felt anything so painful. "Now get dressed and be here tomorrow morning at 10a.m. and every day for the next two weeks at 10:00 a.m. and remember, if you do not show then I will notify authorities and you will go to jail." The following morning I arrived right on time. Ms. Stewart was dressed the same except instead of the wool skirt, she had on wool slacks. She instructed me to take off my jeans, and bend over her lap. This time she pulled a wooden paddle with holes drilled in it. It measured about 12" long and 3" wide. Once over her lap, she pulled my panties down and began spanking me with the wooden paddle. If I thought the riding crop hurt, the paddle made it feel like a feather. I was in agony. I screamed and cried and really tried to get loose, but the large woman stepped in and took me forceably into a position where my bare bottom was exposed and the spanking continued. When she had finished I was a sobbing, crying mess. I wondered if I it would actually be easier to go to jail and have a record in England than to endure this. The next day Ms. Stewart was wielding a great leather paddle. My bottom hadn't actually recovered from the day before. She informed me that I would be laying on a table today for my spanking. I was ordered to strip naked. The large woman helped me climb face down on a table. I was ordered to spread my legs and soft restraints were applied to my ankles. Then the large woman came around to my head and pulled my arms out in front of me and held onto them firmly. "There will be no more flailing about." Said Ms. Stewart. "But I ..." "Stop behaving like a child. You committed a crime and should accept your punishment." With that she began a very hard spanking with the leather paddle on my bare bottom. Again I cried. Things went on like this for days. She was using the hardest instruments of spanking and I was getting the most severe spankings. Finally, I decided I would tell her I'd rather go to jail. When I went in though she said to me "Today you will bend over my lap and I will give you a thorough hand spanking." I decided that maybe, just maybe she would give me a break and so I would stick with the punishment. What happened next would renew my love of spanking. This particular day as I bent across Ms. Stewart's lap I felt something in her crotch and knew that she was wearing a strap-on dildo. She pulled my panties down and began to hand spank me, not so hard. Then she would stop and rub her hand over my bottom and into my pussy. To show her I was receptive to this I spread my legs and arched my bottom just a little. She inserted her finger and finger fucked me for several minutes. Then began the spanking again, only this time harder. When my bottom was quite sore and she had spanked me for several minutes, she reached down and pulled my panties all the way off. "Come on now, bend over my desk like a naughty girl and take me in your bottom." I did not hesitate, but raised myself off her lap and then bent over the huge wooden desk. "I've heard that naughty girls like it up their bum." "Yes Mam." She unbutton her trousers and they fell to the floor then she pulled some lube from the desk and put it on her dildo. When she finished she grabbed my sore cheeks and pulled them open and pushed her dildo up to my hole. She took her hand and rubbed the dildo over my hole and then gently slid it into my behind. The sensation was exciting. She grabbed my pelvis and pulled me back and forth while I rubbed my clit and finally had an explosive orgasm. When it was over the large security woman was standing there smiling and Ms. Stewart said to me, "This my dear is how the rest of your sessions will go. You shall receive your spanking and it won't always be as light as today and then you will have the dildo up your reddened behind. "Yes mam." was all I could manage to get out. As I was leaving I nearly ran into a woman about my age who was walking up to the office looking at her watch. She looked scared. "Hi," I said to her. She looked at me and nodded, still looking terrified. "I'm going for tea at the place on the corner, if you'd like to join me after." She looked puzzled about why I would be saying any of this to her. "I think I understand how you feel, and if you'd like to talk I'll be there in an hour." I waited outside the door for several minutes until I heard the spanking begin. She was crying and screaming out for relief. I walked away hoping that she would meet me after. We could talk about this weird experience and she was cute, maybe she'd want to do other things as well. At just about noon in she walked with a slightly red and puffy face. It was clear she had been crying and went she sat down, it was very tenderly. I had a feeling I was about to embark on a very unique relationship with Ms. Stewart and one of her students. Before we get started with the workout, he asks me why I've come to him and I admit it's because I don't excercise on my own. No self-discipline. He gets me started on a weight machine but gets frustrated because he can't tell what my muscles are doing through my sweat suit. He tells me to strip down and when I protest he becomes impatient and reminds me that we only have an hour and that he is, after all, a professional trainer. So I strip down to my panties and bra and the work out continues. Being me, my attitude is iffy at best and not at all as serious as he would like it to be. He scolds me several times but I just laugh him off - - I mean, hey, I'm paying him, right? I'm thinking his attitude is sort of funny and deciding what I'll tell my friends about him and blowing off his request to do ten more sit-ups when the next thing I know, he's sitting on the mat and he's pulled me across his lap. I struggle to get up but he's much stronger than me and he slaps my butt a few times and then takes down my panties - - he just pulls them right off and tosses them across the room. I'm screaming and swearing and threatening lawsuits by this time, but he ignores me and calmly and enthusiastically starts beating my ass with his firm, calloused hand. "You said you need more discipline" he reminds me, "and obviously, you are right.". "I said self-discipline," I sob, but he keeps on smacking me. It goes on and on and I think I'm going to die. I'm crying in earnest and still struggling. I try to swing a foot back to kick him but he just catches my legs between his so I'm laying over his left leg and under his right. I can feel his hard on pushing into my side, and even though I'm in incredible pain, I realize I am also getting hot. Finally, I can't take any more. "I'll be good!" I'm screaming and he stops and pulls me up onto my hands and knees and takes me from behind. His body slams into my sore ass magnifying the pressure building inside of me. When I finally cum, it's with amazing intensity and it feels like a flood has been released. I feel the liquid poring down my legs and I'm consumed by the waves of pleasure. Even my toes feel good. He cums right after me and we both collapse, me on my stomach and him on top of me, still inside me. I can feel him as my vagina spasms with the last vestiges of pleasure. He's murmuring sweet things, mostly about what a nice ass I have, into my ears and it tickles when his breath moves my hair. I would be happy to lay there the rest of my life, but after a few minutes, he makes me get up and get back to work...naked now. After that, I see him once or twice a week. Work out, spanking, great sex. I never do bother buying excercising clothes. After the first week, we don't bother with clothes at all. By the way, this is also my weight loss fantasy. Why not kill two birds with one stone? |
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