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Subject: {ASSM} School's In: m/f, cons. bd/sm
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School's In!
06/16/00
The day started as any other workday. The alarm went off. The snooze button
hit a couple of times. Sara finally got out of bed dragging herself to the
kitchen for coffee.
As she passed the computer, she saw she had email. She stopped to check it.
The email was just a simple note. A reminder of sorts. "I'll be waiting for
you.
See you at 3 pm. I would hate for you to be late."
Sara smiled and laughed to herself. He knows me too well.
Grabbing her cup of coffee, Sara rushed upstairs to get ready for work.
A shower and a quick shave of her pussy to make sure there were no unwanted
hairs lingering.
Sara dressed quickly and as she was walking out the door she remembered to grab
her overnight bag that she had packed last night before going to bed.
Sara's morning was dragging along. It seemed that the clock on the wall had
stopped. She was not really concentrating on work. But on the events that would
take place tonight. As she thought about this, she found herself getting wet.
Just then her phone rang and brought her back to reality.
Finally, lunchtime came. Just as she was about to leave her office, she heard
her email announcement. " You have mail." Sara walked back to her desk and
clicked on the email icon. " I know you are getting ready to go to lunch, I
want you to remove your bra and panties while on your lunch break. I will let
you know when or if you can put them back on. - Just then there was a knock
on the door and someone calling to Sara to hurry up. Sara grabbed her purse
and left the office.
Back at the office, after lunch, Sara -(TM)s boss came in to ask her to do some
typing for him.
Sara was sitting at the computer banging away at the keys when she received
another email. -oeOnly two more hours. - Sara looked at the pile of papers
she still had left to type. There was more than an hours work left to be done.
Sara went to her boss to remind him that she was leaving early that day. He
told her that was fine, but he really needed the stuff done before she left.
Sara rushed back to her office and typed as fast as she could.
Ten minutes until 2. Another email message came in. -oeI know you are getting
ready to leave. Remember the clothes. See you in one hour. -
Sara finished the typing not caring if it was correct. It was now 2:30. She
knew it took at least half an hour to drive to his house.
Sara rushed to the time clock to punch out. She walked at a fast pace to her
car. She jumped in and put the car in gear. She was going to be late. She
knew she was in trouble.
Driving as fast as the other cars on the street would allow her. Sara finally
reached the small gas station half way between work and his house. She jumped
out of the car and made a mad dash to the bathroom. She opened her overnight
bag and began taking out the clothes he had told her to wear. She stripped off
her work clothes, bundling them up in a ball. Thinking to herself, I will send
them to the dry cleaner next week. She put on the white thigh high stockings
and slipped on the plain black high heels. She removed her bra. Will he know
that I did not take this off at lunchtime? There was no time to worry about
that now. She would find out soon enough. She slipped the short navy blue
skirt on. She put on the thin white shirt. Before buttoning the shirt she put
the nipple chain on. It hung down slightly pulling at her nipples and then she
pulled her hair back into one ponytail.
She took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror. Had she not known
better she would have thought that she was on her way to school? In a way she
was though. He had told her that it would be a teaching/learning experience
today.
Sara walked out of the ladies room. There were a couple of those good old boy
types sitting on the back of their pickup truck. They whistled and cat called
at her. As Sara got in the car, she made sure to not do it ladylike. She put
one foot in and sat down in the drivers seat, spreading her legs wide so they
could see up her skirt before pulling her other leg in. Sara smiled and waved
to the two men as she speeded out of the parking lot.
Sara was excited and a little nervous as she pulled up to his house. She was
late. She went to the door and knocked lightly. No one answered. She knocked
again a little bit louder. No one answered. She knocked a third time.
Someone on the other side of the door said, -oe I -(TM)ll be right there. - Sara
stood there and waited. She sat down on the porch and waited some more.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the door opened.
Sara walked in.
Sara could hear his voice, but did not see him in the shadows of the room. He
told her to come in and stand in the middle of the room. He wanted to look at
her and to inspect her. He moved out of the corner and slowly he walked around
her. He looked her up and down. He smiled since she had dressed exactly as he
had told her too. He lifted her skirt. No panties and a slight hint of
redness showed on her ass from sitting on the warm concrete of the porch.
He reached up and felt her breasts. He tugged at the nipple chain. Sara let
out a slight moan. He knew how much she liked having her breasts played with.
He walked across the room and sat in a straight back chair. He motioned for
Sara to come over to him. Sara started to walk to him. He put up his hand to
stop her. Sara stopped. He pointed down. Sara dropped to her knees and
crawled the rest of the way to him. When she reached him, he reached down and
grabbed the nipple chain and pulled her up to face him. He told her, you know
you were late, don't you? Sara shook her head, Yes. He pulled her across his
lap. He reached inside Sara's shirt with one hand pulling on the nipple chain
to hold her still, he spanked her with the other hand. Sara knew she was in
trouble for being late. Now she just hoped that this punishment would be
swift. Her nipples ached and her pussy was dripping wet. She was on the verge
of cumming just because of the anticipation she had to endure waiting for this
day to come. He continued to spank her, and with each smack he pulled on the
chain a little more. He knew what he was doing; he wanted her nipples to be
tender and sensitive. After 20 slaps to her ass, he was happy with the color
and humiliation that Sara had taken. He told Sara she could get up. As she
left his lap, Sara wiped at her eyes. She did not want him to see that she had
tears welling up in them.
He stood up and walked out of the room leaving Sara sitting on her knees,
because she did not want her bottom to touch anything at the moment. He
returned carrying a leash. He reached down reached down and unbuttoned her
shirt and attached it to her nipple chain. He led her down the hallway to
another room. When he opened the door, Sara could see there was a desk and a
chair sitting in the middle of the room. He led her to the desk. He told Sara
to stand and bend over the desk. He walked around to the other side of the
desk and wrapped the leash around Sara's wrist making sure to take up any slack
in the leash as he did. He walked back behind Sara. He lifted her skirt to
expose her ass. He told her, remember I said this was going to be a learning
session. Well, we are going to start your anal training today.
Sara gritted her teeth. She knew this was going to happen one day, and now it
was. He said, this might be a little bit cold as he spread her ass cheeks and
dropped a dab of KY on her hole. Sara grimaced a little knowing that something
else was about to happen. She heard the sound of something being opened. But
could not turn to see what it was. The next thing she felt was a finger
playing with her asshole, spreading the KY slowly as the tip of his finger was
inserted. Sara jumped a little. His voice was telling her to relax. That he
would work at this slowly. And ever so slowly his finger found its way into
her. After the first finger went in, he worked another in. Satisfied that she
was ready, he slowly inserted a butt plug. Sara was so wet she knew that if
her legs were together her juices would be running down her thighs.
He told her to stand up and that she could let go of the leash now. Not
thinking, Sara dropped the leash from her wrists. He pulled at her nipples
with a sudden jerk. Sara almost screamed out from the sudden pain she felt.
I told you to remove your bra and panties at lunch, why did you not obey me?
Did you think that I would not notice the creases your bra left around your
breasts and ribs?
Walking around the desk and still holding on to the nipple chain, he pulled
open a desk drawer and brought out a bungee cord. Snapping one hook in a
drawer handle, the other hook grabbed hold of the nipple chain and tugged
fiercely.
Reaching into the same drawer, he brought out several short pieces of rope.
Within minutes, Sara had been tied down to the desk top, with her hands and
feet bound to the desk legs and her chest pinioned by the tight bungee cord.
Unzipping his pants, her Master brought out his hard dick. Something about
just seeing his cock and balls outside of the pants made the whole scene
surreal and more erotic. Grabbing her hair, he lowered her head until her
tongue started licking the tip and down his penis shaft as well.
Once she had him fully in her mouth, she could see him undo his belt buckle and
pull the belt free of the loops. And then, she closed her eyes as she waited
for the smack on her ass from it.
Sure enough, it came, not too bad considering how engulfed she was in her
sexual excitement, but he increased the velocity of his blows until each hit
left a vivid stinging sensation in it's wake in rhythm with the bobbing of her
head.
This continued for several minutes until Sara thought she could feel his dick
swelling in preparation for his explosion, but at the last minute, he stopped
and pulled free of her mouth.
Walking behind her, he reached down and removed the butt plug from her ass and
just as swiftly, replaced it with his larger cock. Sara couldn't stop the moan
that left her as she felt her anus being stretched and felt the fullness deep
in her rectum as he fully inserted himself into her.
Quickly, he started a slow stroking motion that became heavenly to her despite
the warmth and stinging on her ass and back from her strapping
Oh yes, such a wonderful lesson in pleasure and pain, she thought.
To be continued.........
MastrKink and "V"; June, 2000.
MasterKink
"The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."
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