Jenny's Schoolgirl Training
by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com
She couldn't wait. She began reading one of my stories I wrote about her
discipline sessions as soon as she got home, still dressed in her office attire.
She started out in front of the computer rubbing her pussy through the fabric of
her skirt. In short order the crotch rubbing was not enough. She hoisted her
thigh-high miniskirt to her waist and removed her red thong panties. She was
wearing thigh-high hose so she now had full access to herself. She slouched in
her chair and propped her feet up on either side of the keyboard. She kept on
her ridiculously high heels... and let her fingers do the walking.
I unexpectedly entered the room and found her in that shameful position,
engrossed in a tale of her own punishment. I stood silently for a moment before
I gave out a slight cough which got her attention in a hurry. Removing her hand
from her hairy pussy and dropping her feet immediately to the floor, she quickly
pulled on her panties in a futile attempt to hide what she was doing. She jumped
to attention in front of me, trembling with embarrassment and fear.
"Sir, I'm so ashamed of myself. If a 10-year old schoolgirl was caught doing
what I did she would have hell to pay," she confessed.
"Why should it be any different just because you're 23? You've still disobeyed
me just the same as if you were a schoolgirl in uniform," I asked her, letting
her ponder the question.
"Sir, do you think even at my age I really should be punished like a naughty
schoolgirl who plays with herself?" she asked as she had been trained to do.
This was her way of requesting punishment when it was deserved. She knew better
than to argue that she was innocent of whatever allegations I made, or to
protest impending punishment. "sir, the story was just like reliving my
punishment. I was just fantasizing about my next session that you promised me."
Her fingers were still sticky and smelled with my female juices, which I
confirmed by picking up her hand and holding her fingers to my nose. "You know
what this means, don't you, Jenny?" I asked softly, without any trace of
emotion.
"Oh yes, sir, yes, I understand. I was being naughty just like a naughty 10-year
old schoolgirl. And I know I deserve to be treated like a 10-year old schoolgirl
found playing with herself... school uniform skirt up, regulation panties
removed and fingers inserted where they shouldn't be. Yes, sir, I know what
happens to naughty schoolgirls who disobey instructions. Just please have mercy
on me, sir. I beg you!" she whimpered at the end of her recital.
I grabbed her auburn hair and dragged her into the kitchen. In the center of the
kitchen I forced her to her knees. She assumed her kneeling position of
attention: knees apart, back straight, hands clasped behind her back in the
"parade rest" position, head lowered.
"You are to remain in that position until instructed otherwise, Jenny. Is that
clear?"
"Yes, sir. Oh please don't make me kneel long, sir, it hurts my knees at my age.
Oh please, sir."
To prepare her for her scolding, I raised her miniskirt and tucked it up at her
waist. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it back over her shoulders so it was
hanging down on her arms in back. She was not wearing a bra as usual. I pulled
her panties down so the elastic waistband was at mid-thigh, panties inside out,
with the crotch still tucked in at your pussy. Sort of like an "A" shape. Her
bare asscheeks and pubic hair were now properly on display for me. Ignoring her
pleas, I did a few odds and ends around the kitchen as she knelt there alone,
contemplating her predicament. After about ten minutes I took an 18" red ribbon
and laid it across her now erect nipples on her huge F-cup breasts.
"Now, young lady, you will keep that ribbon on your nipples at all costs. That
is MY ribbon, and I expect you to care for it as if it were your own. If it
falls, you will pay dearly. Understand?" I asked as I gently draped the shiny
half inch wide ribbon over the tops of her breasts, resting across the nipples,
ends hanging to either side. The only way she could make certain it stayed there
was to jut out her tits to give the ribbon a stable place to rest. With her
hands still behind her back and her knees wide apart, she had to maintain her
balance for as long as I decided to leave her in that position. With my fingers,
I gently lifted her head so her eyes were fixed on me. I didn't want her looking
down in a psychological attempt to escape the present moment.
I knew this position would get Jenny's attention. I knew what she was thinking
to herself as she knelt there, blushing with shame, praying no one would come to
the door while she was there being scolded. That had happened twice before, and
she was thoroughly humiliated as I carried on casual conversations with delivery
men while she was forced to maintain her position. She knew better than to try
to escape and hide.
Jenny prayed silently: I'm kneeling here as positioned. How humiliating! My
miniskirt up to my waist; panties askew; breasts stuck out obscenely; making
sure I don't drop the ribbon; HIS ribbon; his DAMN ribbon! I hope no one sees me
as I am; it is so humiliating, especially at my age. And my knees! How they
hurt! I'm not used to kneeling. Please let me up! My back hurts from having to
thrust my breasts out so far. Oh, how I want to masturbate again.
After fifteen minutes, I removed the ribbon from her large milk-swollen breasts.
Grabbing her by her ear lobe, I raised her to her feet. She tried to pick up her
panties, but I slapped her hands away and ordered her to leave them as they
were. I led her back through the living room, down the hallway to the spanking
room. She tried to hurry along with me the best she could, hobbled by her
panties still around her thighs.
Arriving at the spanking room, I placed her in the center of the room. As she
stood there rigidly, I dragged over the heavy wooden chair, straight backed and
armless. A perfect chair for discipline. I ordered her to remove her clothing,
folding each piece neatly as she removed it. When she was finally naked and had
her clothes in a neatly folded pile, I made her present her clothing to me using
both hands. This offering her clothes to me served to remind her that she was
now relinquishing all her modesty, and that I would control how exposed she
would be at any given time during her punishment session.
"Open your mouth," I commanded. When she did so, I inserted my thumb and grabbed
her lower jaw with my fingers curled underneath. I led her to the chair, making
her kneel on the seat facing the low back. I pulled her head down so she was
bent at the waist over the top of the chair back. Using leather straps, I
buckled her wrists to the rear legs of the chair, noticing how her breasts were
hanging down between her chest and the chair back. I secured her thighs to the
back of the chair, then her calves to the chair seat along with ankle cuffs
secured to the front chair legs. After double checking all the leather straps to
be sure she was secured, I was ready to begin. I selected an elongated polished
wooden paddle with holes drilled down its length and her name, "Jenny" stenciled
onto the surface in flowing black script. I returned to the naughty girl.
There is nothing I can do secured as I am, she admitted to herself. I know my
buttocks and tender thigh backs are all too readily accessible to the damn
paddle embossed with Jenny. Suddenly she realized she had to pee. I'm almost
sure to pee when that paddle starts impacting my upturned bottom. In this
position I feel as if I'm all ass and again curse myself for not loosing some
weight. Please, sir, not too hard. I'll be a good girl. I need to pee. Please
don't make me suffer the indignity of wetting myself like this. Oh please, sir,
spank me as you wish, but please let me visit the bathroom so I may save some
dignity. Please, sir, please! Surely neither of us want me peeing on the floor
like an infant. It'll only take a minute; then do with me as you will, Jenny
prayed silently, knowing enough not to beg to be released once secured for a
spanking. I could see the familiar look in her eyes. Yes, she probably had to
pee badly by now.
"Oh, Jenny, stop your childish begging with your eyes! I know what you want. And
yes, I would LOVE to see the little yellow stream of pee running down your
thighs as you quiver in fright! Which would be grounds for further punishment as
you know. You ass would then be mine for punishment, of course," I taunted my
little captive schoolgirl.
She finally began to beg and squirm. She's desperate now, with tears rolling
down her cheeks streaking her makeup. Then the first warm yellow drops start
their journey down her naked thighs. It gets heavier and finally she loses all
control, crying like a baby and urinating like one as well. She floods the chair
and then the floor. She's so ashamed.
"Look what you made me do you BASTARD!! I hope you're happy now that I've wet
myself."
Not surprised at her outburst, I nonchalantly replied, "Too bad, you snotty
bitch! I see you've got to learn more about not breaching discipline, though."
I placed a large diaper between her legs on the chair to soak up her disgusting
urine incontinence. Undeterred, I took the paddle and brought it around to her
face, offering it to her. Now that she had regained her composure, she kissed
the smooth surface before I took my position behind her, feeling, tasting and
smelling the finish of the paddle.
SMAAACCKKK!!! SMAAACCKK!!!! SMAAACCKK!!!
She blubbered and cried and begged until ten stinging pops were laid across her
bared butt cheeks. She wiggled and squirmed to try to get out of her bonds, but
to no avail. I stood behind her and watched with satisfaction as she writhed
with burning pain, her most intimate parts on shameful display. I wasn't worried
about her peeing anymore. She was empty for now, so I knew I could continue with
spanking the "brat" out of her. After her paddling, I let her remain secured to
the chair, burning ass on display. I admired my handiwork as I stepped back a
few paces. God, I loved seeing her bound helpless like that, cheeks rosy from a
proper spanking!
Finally, I unfastened first her legs, then her arms. I led her over to a wall,
where I made her stand with her legs wide apart, hands on her head, fingers
interlaced. I buckled straps around each of her thighs and attached wrist cuffs
to each wrist. I brought her arms down to her sides, clipping the wrist cuffs to
the thigh straps, which caused her to bend slightly forward with her wrists
pinned to her thighs. I grabbed her hair and bent her over at the waist, so she
was now eye-to-eye with a huge 10-inch rubber cock staring at her, affixed to
the wall. I forced her head forward.
"Now open your mouth and suck on that dildo! Take that cock all the way into
your mouth until you gag! Wrap your lips around it! There, that's very nice,
Jenny."
I spread her legs apart and told her to hold that position... legs spread, bent
at the waist, mouth sucking on a big thick cock, hands pinned to her thighs. I
took my position behind her.
"Now don't move! I don't want to see your mouth come off of that cock,
understand?" I used my hand this time, cocking back my arm...
SLAAPPP!!! SLAAPPP!!! SLAAPPP!!! SCHWAACK!!! SCHWAACK!!! SCHWAACK!!! SCHWAACK!!!
SCHWAACK!!! SCHWAACK!!! SCHWAACK!!! SCHWAACK!!! SCHWAACK!!! SCHWAACK!!!
I busted her ass and reddened both cheeks with twenty of the hardest hand blows
she had ever experienced. All the while she was wiggling and squirming, but
never once moved her feet out of position or removed her mouth from the dildo.
Each spank caused her to lurch forward, giving the appearance that she was
sucking that cock feverishly. Finally, I stopped the spanking at that point.
She's taken all her spankings like a good, brave girl so far. Let's see how well
she does next. While the spanking was going on, Jenny's mind was filled with
protest and humiliation even as she obeyed me.
Jenny complained to herself: What an awful position, bending with my wrists
bound at my thighs. The dildo makes me gag. I hate having to give a man head;
why do men like it so much? The rubber tastes God awful, but at least it didn't
cum in my mouth. God, I hate that filthy act! What a spanking! This is the
hardest hand spanking I've ever had and it sets my butt aflame again. How
humiliating sucking on the rubber dildo.
When the spanking was finished, I pulled her back by the hips, pulling her mouth
off of the dildo. Gasping for air, she straightened up as much as she could,
restricted by the wrist cuffs attached to her thigh straps. Her boobies swung
back and forth with her erect nipples scribing little arcs in the air beneath
her chest.
"All right, Jenny. Now comes the last part. Are you going to take your final
punishment like a big, brave girl?"
"Y... yes, sir," she stuttered, fearfully contemplating what lay ahead.
I led her by the arm to the opposite wall, where several straps were hanging
from eye bolts in the ceiling. Unclipping her wrist cuffs from her thighs, I
raised her hands one by one to attach them to the hanging straps. I pulled the
opposite ends of the straps to extend her arms outward and above her head, until
her feet were barely touching the floor. I took a spreader bar, adjusted it for
about a four foot spread, and locked her ankle cuffs to each end. She was now
hanging there with her torso in the shape of an X, spread wide and completely
exposed to me. She was wholly vulnerable to whatever punishment I decided to
inflict upon her. I moved around her slowly, inspecting her breasts, spreading
her pussy lips apart and noting her wetness seeping to the outer lips, and
finally spreading her buttocks and tapping her anus a few times, noting the
reflexive clenching of her tight hole. Good, I thought, still nice and
responsive.
"What a painful and undignified position for a woman my age. Naked, exposed,
vulnerable. Please just let me bend over and touch my toes and take my medicine.
I'll stay in position, sir, I promise! This hurts... this really hurts spread as
I am at my age, sir," she begged.
"Tough luck, young lady! You knew what you would receive when you diddled your
clit like a moonstruck 13-year-old. Now it's happening... with ME!!"
I selected a strap from the wall in front of her, flexing it to be sure it was
supple enough for the task at hand. I extended my arm with the strap and laid it
across both her bare asscheeks to be sure they would both be covered on each
stroke. She felt the smooth leather... cool... waiting.
I instructed her to ask for each stroke, and to count each stroke BEFORE I
delivered it. That way she would be telling me exactly when she wanted each
stroke.
She craned her neck around to see what I was doing, but she couldn't see or hear
anything. I raised my arm back.
"Please give me the strap, sir! ONE!" she yelled out.
And the first thing she felt was the sharp sting of my strap raising the flesh
of her exposed asscheeks.
CRAACCKKK!!
"TWO!" CRAACCKKK!!!
"Oh God, THREE!!" CRAAACCKKK!!!
After every time she counted, the strokes rained down on her poor, vulnerable
ass, making her squirm and twist violently against the straps; crying and
moaning, but no one heard her or could help her.
The mere feel of the strap on her bare butt sent chills through her body as she
contemplated her strapping. The first stroke felt as if the burning fires of
hell had been embedded into her poor buttocks. God, you sure know how to put a
girl in her place, sir, she thought. The second stroke was worse than the first
and so on. She ached all over. Her legs were spread so wide that they were
involuntarily shaking on their own.
Please, sir, I've learned my lesson... please, no more! she begged silently.
Finally Jenny counted to ten, just barely screaming out the last count, tears
running down her cheeks. She just hung there limply, out of breath, waiting for
the next thing to happen to her, knowing there was no way she could resist
whatever I had in mind.
"Oh, thank you, sir. I feel much better now... I feel I've paid for my errors.
Please forgive me, sir!" she wailed.
"Very well, Jenny. You've taken your spankings like a big girl. You know I
punish bad girls, but I also reward good little girls. Don't I?"
"Yes, sir. Please forgive me! I took my spanking just like you wanted me to!"
Jenny watched me pick up a feather, long, soft and black. I began at the tip of
her nose, and ran the feather down over her lips, over her chin, down her
throat. I continued it down her chest, making light circles around each breast,
and finally brushing it back and forth over each nipple. Despite trying not to
become aroused, I watched with pleasure as her nipples hardened and came
prominently erect.
I continued down her tummy, below her navel, finally poking it between her
spread legs, up into the slit of her pussy. At the feather's touch, the nub of
her clit jumped and I could see the pink wetness surrounding it. Jenny moaned
and threw her head back, but she could not pull away from me. I continued
running the feather between her legs, up her backside, tickling her little brown
pucker which was flexing like a target between her reddened asscheeks.
That damn feather has me hot; my nipples are rock hard and ready to pop. I so
hope you don't hurt them, they're so tender, you know. The air is filled with
the odor of my sex. Oh God, everything about me is totally accessible for
whatever you desire; inner thighs; sex; under arms; breasts; butt, she thought
feverishly as she felt the feather move around her as she stood helplessly in
front of me.
I moved over to her right side, facing her. I straddled her outstretched right
leg, coming close to her. She could feel my hard cock pressing against her
thigh. I extended my arms so my right hand was above her tits and my left was on
her back, just above her shoulder blades. I slowly began to lightly stroke my
hands down her body, front and back. My right hand moved across her tits, taking
her nipples between my fingers and squeezing. I pulled them out and made them
even harder and more erect. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger...
embarrassing her by making her close her eyes and moan at a time like this. I
ran my hands down your spine to her burning buttocks, my front hand making a
trail down her belly, lower abdomen, coming to rest on her pubic mound. While my
left hand moved across her sensitive asscheeks raising goose bumps, my right
hand fingers tickled and teased her pubic hair for a moment. She wiggled and
squirmed in spite of her efforts to avoid showing how much this turned her on.
Finally, my left middle finger entered the cleft of her buttocks and found her
asshole. With some teasing and wiggling, I inserted my finger past her asshole,
then all the way up into her rectum. She tried to resist, but it was no use. I
took the middle finger of my right hand and slid it up into her wet pussy,
cupping her clit in my palm when my finger finally reached its full insertion.
I moved my face close to her right ear and whispered to her.
"Who cares most about your good behavior, Jenny?"
"You do, sir!"
I tightened my grip on her pelvis.
"Who has taken the time and effort to correct your naughty ways, Jenny?"
"Oh, you have, dear sir!"
I inserted my fingers all the way now, almost lifting her up by her crotch.
"Who has complete control of your two most private body openings right now,
Jenny?"
"It's you and only you, sir!"
After satisfactory answers to all my questioning, I began rubbing her clit as I
stroked my middle finger in and out of her pussy. My left middle finger was
withdrawn slightly so only the tip of my finger to the first knuckle stayed
inside her rectum, twisting and wiggling to match the rhythm of my right hand on
her clit.
Jenny's senses were overwhelmed at this point, her mind going in a thousand
different directions all at once. 'He's running his hands all over my fully
accessible body; touching, fondling, groping, poking, pinching anything and
everything he wants. I feel like an old cheap whore. It is so painful when he
mercilessly squeezes my nipples, yet they still respond involuntarily, becoming
hard as a stone. It takes my breath away as his finger violates my quivering
asshole. The least he could have done was have the damn decency to use a
lubricant besides my pussy juice! No man has ever been so deep up my ass! And
then he violates my steamy, sticky, slimy sex; his finger ravishing me, going
where my own fingers visited for pleasure; pleasure that earned me this
punishment session. Oh God, what will he do to me next, the cruel bastard? she
thought to herself.
While she was still strapped spread-eagle in an X shape, my fingers continued to
play with her clit. I pinched and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. Her
pussy juices were flowing heavily, embarrassing her mightily. My rear finger
slowly pumped in and out of her anus. I could feel her squeezing my finger every
time I wiggled it around. Soon I replaced my pussy finger with a vibrator. I ran
the vibrator along her hairy pussy lips, all swollen and flushed with excitement
now. I finally ran it up her slippery slit, until I found her clit. I vibrated
her clit back and forth as my other finger slipped in and out, and flexed up
inside her rectum. Occasionally I would withdraw my finger and begin lightly
spanking her already well-spanked ass.
As much as she tried to hold back, the feelings eventually overcame her and I
brought her to a tremendous body wrenching orgasm. I watched her writhe and
thrash against her bonds, and scream with pleasure. I didn't let up, making her
cum again two more times in succession, until she hung before me like a damp
dishrag. I finally unfastened the straps from her wrists and ankles and let her
collapse on the floor. She tried to bury her head in her arms, trying to hide
her shame at such an out-of-control exhibition before me. I raised her chin and
forced her to look at me.
"Well, Jenny, have we learned our lesson?"
"Yes, sir," she reply tearfully.
"Did the little girl do her penance for masturbating without permission?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you for punishing me. I deserved it. I was a naughty little
girl. I'll be good now, I promise!"
"Very well, Jenny. You may go to your room now. Lie on your bed with both
pillows under your hips, face down. I will be in in a moment to spread some
salve on your sore asscheeks."
She went as I ordered, knowing that she was now forgiven. She resolved in her
mind to be a much better girl from now on. When I entered her bedroom, I found
her in position: face down, legs spread, arms at her sides, buttocks raised atop
a pile of pillows. Although I knew she could hear me enter, she did not move a
muscle. I smiled at her naked, prostrate form as I quietly opened the bottle of
Bactine, thinking about her final punishment: my cock raping her tight little
pussy until she couldn't walk the next day!
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The End
© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com