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Subject: {ASSM} Cassie Daniels in "Detention: Part Two" (M/f spank voy sex non-cons mast)
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Date: Sat, 06 Oct 2007 10:10:02 -0400
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This story is fictional, and part of a series about Cassie Daniels and her
adventures. Usual disclaimer, "don't try this at home, kids" etc.
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SMACK!

Mr Edwards' rough hand cupped Cassie's bottom, giving her time to reflect on
the pain of the first blow, then it departed, and flew through the air to
connect with the opposite cheek, with another resounding SMACK! There it
paused again, cupping her tender cheek.

Mr Edwards drew his hand away again and spanked her a second time on her
right cheek, lingering briefly before rising once more and falling on her
left cheek. As he delivered Cassie's fifth spank she could hold it no
longer. She began to sob, totally aware of the recently punished older girl
whom Cassie could only presume was now taking comfort in a perfect view of
Cassie's own punishment. It was so unfair! She had tried so, so hard to
ignore Jessica's spanking only moments earlier, and Mr Edwards had placed
her so cruelly on display. Even so, her protests remained unvoiced, and Mr
Edwards spanked on.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! - an even eight spanks now warmed Cassie's bottom
beyond the comfortable warmth of a radiator on a cold day, and left a
lingering sting worse than any nettle or wasp - SMACK! SMACK!

Mr Edwards was getting into the swing of it now, scarcely pausing between
spanks, connecting again and again with Cassie's burning bottom. Each stroke
was harder and delivered more swiftly than the last, and the sting in her
rear end was almost overwhelming. No longer did Cassie sob, but cried
openly, wailing as the tears cascaded down her face. SMACK! SMACK! The
seemingly never-ending rain of spanks continued; SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Somewhere in the pain, in the burning and aching, in the crying and praying,
Cassie felt the butterflies in her stomach fluttering. As Mr Edwards spanked
her with full fury, she focused on the comfortable feeling that had plagued
her in his presence before. *SMACK!* The spanking broke through into her
thoughts again, but instead of quelling the butterflies, it stirred them on.
Fluttering inside her like a miniature hurricane, the butterflies spiraled
downwards, between her legs. Confused and ashamed as she felt her loins
begin to heat up, well on their way to matching the warmth in her rear,
Cassie cried harder than before, and Mr Edwards took this as a signal to
stop. She felt his relatively cool hand through her knickers as he smoothed
them out. The butterflies were calmer now, but still flapping their wings
delicately as his fingers brushed her thighs.

Tears subsiding, Cassie began to wonder if her spanking was really over -
and what was coming next - when Mr Edwards' fingers trailed up over her
burning cheeks and over the elastic of her waistband. "No!" she squealed,
echoing Jessica's earlier pleas, "Please, sir, please, I'll do anything!"
Her hand flew back to protect her knickers and dignity.

She should have known better; she should have remembered the fruits of
Jessica's labour earlier, but she was afraid of letting him know what he was
doing to her - and afraid that even if he didn't realise, Jessica would. A
sharp slap landed on her left thigh. The shock of pain where there had been
no pain before caused her to jerk, and her arm recoiled, exposing the
waistband of her knickers. With lightning speed, Mr Edwards grabbed her arm
and slid his fingers beneath her knickers. He tugged at them gently, slowly
exposing her red cheeks. He didn't stop once her cheeks were exposed,
instead pulling further, his fingers trailing down the crack between her
cheeks. Cassie tensed her thighs nervously as his fingers slipped down
underneath her bottom and the tip of his middle finger brushed gently
against the thin hair covering her pussy. Her legs parted reflexively, all
tension released from the point of contact, and he lowered her knickers to
her knees. Then all that Mr Edwards touched was her left wrist, still
holding her arm behind her back.

Cassie had been transported to another level of experience, and when Mr
Edwards' hand connected with her bare bottom she did not cry in pain, but
moaned gently. He spanked her again and she let another moan escape her
lips. Each time he spanked her the butterflies whirled, and since that brief
touch her pussy had seemed on fire. Now, as Mr Edwards spanked again and
again, she felt moisture - to quell the fire - building up just inside her.
Five or six spanks in, she realised the noises she must be making, and when
Mr Edwards spanked her again - SMACK! - she tried to mask her pleasure with
a grunt of pain, but she felt the moisture begin to lubricate the lips of
her pussy and knew she couldn't keep the pretense up for long.

Mr Edwards spanked and spanked, and smack after smack made Cassie wetter and
wetter. She was breathing so heavily now, she was sure it was obvious, but
Mr Edwards did not stop spanking her - perhaps this was what he wanted. The
combination of the building pressure in her pussy and the numbing sting in
her bottom was slowly drowning out any other demands her body made, and she
soon wondered whether, if she so dared, she could move if she tried. With
some difficulty, she focused on the movement of a finger, but was distracted
by another mighty SMACK! She stopped trying, stopped counting, stopped
thinking, only reveled in the feeling Mr Edwards gave her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and then a hard, stinging /SMACK!/ that hurt her
through the pleasure and numbness so that she squealed. Mr Edwards' hand
held her cheek, and she thought she felt a gentle squeeze before he let her
go and delivered an equally powerful /SMACK!/ to her other cheek. This time
he grabbed her cheek roughly, squeezing it and sending shocks of pain and
pleasure up Cassie's spine, and down again to the eager butterflies. His
rough hand roamed over her bottom, stroking and squeezing her, and she made
no efforts to stop it as it slid over her thighs. Then, at last, she felt
his middle finger rub over her slippery sensitive pussy. At this touch his
hand disappeared and Cassie breathed heavily, aware of total silence. Then
Mr Edwards tugged gently on her knickers, pulling them down over her calves
to the floor, where he picked up each foot in turn to remove them.

"Stand up, Cassie." his strong voice commanded. Shakily, leaning heavily on
the table, Cassie heaved herself upright, facing rigidly forwards. She felt
his hand on her back, applying gentle pressure, and she bowed to his will,
letting herself be led into the corner opposite the door at the back of the
room. "Hands on your head." Cassie's hands flew to their ordered position.
Mr Edwards lifted her skirt again and tucked the bottom of it into the
waistband, leaving Cassie's bare bottom exposed. "You will not move, do you
understand?" Cassie nodded several times. Then she heard and felt him moving
away from her, back to his desk.

Eyes facing but not focusing on the walls in front of her, Cassie heard
Jessica begin to grunt again, but there were no spanks. Then she recognised
the grunts for the same noises she herself had made when she had made the
transition from pain to pleasure. What was Mr Edwards doing? Other than
Jessica's grunts - pleasured, yes, but somehow objecting at the same time -
there was no noise in the room. Jessica began to sniff small sobs among her
grunts, and Cassie heard a belt unbuckled and the noise of a zip being
pulled down.

Eyes wide, Cassie now knew what was happening. She heard Jessica moan as Mr
Edwards slid his cock into her, and then cry out - "Ah!" - in pain. Cassie
supposed this might be the impact of Mr Edwards' hips on her bottom. She was
buzzing with feelings. Pity for Jessica, who seemed only to be enjoying
herself on a primal level, but envy too, for she wanted so much to feel Mr
Edwards inside her. And resentment, because Mr Edwards had known she wanted
him and deliberately left her.

As Jessica's moans became longer and louder, Cassie heard Mr Edwards
grunting, and the sound of flesh upon flesh. Her bottom stung and her pussy
dripped, and her hands twitched away from her head to satisfy at least one
of the demanding body parts. "Don't - Move, - Cassie." Mr Edwards grunted.
Jessica was grunting too now, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" and there was next to no pain or
displeasure in her voice. Cassie wished fervently that she could be a part
of this; she could feel what they felt - and as all noises sped up her pussy
began to ache from want. Then Mr Edwards let out a low groan, and the
flesh-on-flesh noise ceased. Jessica's moans slowed too, and then they
stopped. There was silence for a moment, then shuffling, and a zip pulled up
and belt buckled.

"Have you learnt your lesson, Jessica?" Mr Edwards asked, his voice rasping
and mildly out of breath.
"Yes, sir." sniffed Jessica.
"You are dismissed."
Then Cassie heard Jessica hurriedly stand and run out of the classroom, the
door slamming shut behind her. She heard Mr Edwards' footsteps as he crossed
the distance to her corner.
"And you, Cassie." he whispered behind her, "Have you learnt your lesson?"
"Y-yes, sir." Cassie stuttered.
He untucked her skirt, and with a smile in his voice, said, "You can take
your hands off your head now." She did so, but kept them by her sides so as
not to let on how she felt. Then Mr Edwards' hand clasped hers, as he gave
her back her knickers. "You may go, Cassie. I hope this time your behaviour
will improve."
Cassie scampered out of the room without looking at him. Once in the
corridor, she headed to the nearest girls' toilets - "please let them still
be open" she thought - and as she rounded the corner and had the door in
sight, she saw Jessica stalk out and, with a glance at Cassie that held
fear, anger and mistrust, exit the school by the side doors just next to the
toilets.

Cassie scurried into the toilets and sat in a cubicle, hoisting her skirt
quickly out of the way. Her pussy was still wet, and she rubbed it roughly
with her index and middle finger, emulating Mr Edwards' touch, and thinking
about her first Detention, and hoping for more, more, more...

When she had come, Cassie wiped her pussy and put her knickers back on. Then
she left school and walked home.
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