Steffi nodded and looked directly at him. I will comply with your conditions to keep my scholarship. Just some preventive measures to help keep you out of further trouble. And having your own apartment would normally be considered a reward for good behaviour, rather than a punishment for bad behaviour. I gave an undertaking to the police that you would be severely punished, and you will be, but I will come to that later. However, firstly I have to tell you that as your Moral Tutor I will be writing to your parents in due course to advise them what has happened. You cant. It would kill them. They would only worry.
Fiction Experiment Chapter 1 She had tried the online spanking personals but found only a lot of men interested in imposing their own usually physically improbable fantasy. What she wanted - needed - was erotic punishment and the humiliation of it being witnessed, critiqued She needed her limits pushed and exceeded. So she decided to embark on a journey of tantalizing and painful auto eroticism, increasing the pleasure through pain and releasing the long long past through accepted punishment. Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. Chapter one; it begins.
He'd instruct his victim-on-call John to kneel at the bottom edge of the bed, face down in a pillow, ass in the air, legs spread wide. It was humbling, this hole-exposed-for-punishment position, and just being in it could cause both great apprehension and anticipation, not to mention some tears and pleads for leniency. Mike didn't mind tears, or crying, or begging -- expected and rather enjoyed them, in fact --and John fully understood that they had no effect on reducing the severity or duration of his ordeal. John knew that as long as his buttocks were moving and it was only his buttocks because he knew better than to move out of position , his strapping wouldn't officially begin. But he couldn't help it. His ass would desperately weave up and down, side to side until, exhausted by the futile effort, he was finally still. Only then came the official start of his punishment, the rapid and steady strokes of the strap directly onto his exposed asshole. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty. After every ten strokes or so, Mike would stop to prove the hole, causing his victim to squeal and buck under his hand. Mike used what he thought of as the building block technique of punishment, with each step contributing to the pain factor of subsequent steps.
They had arranged to meet at the apartment…. When they last spoke, he instructed her not to stimulate herself in any way during the day prior to their meeting…No nipple play, no pussy play, and certainly no clitoral play. He wanted her to be very horny when he arrived. She reluctantly agreed but he could hear in her voice that she wouldnt obey. He knew that she would shower for him right before his scheduled arrival. She knew how much he loved the scent of her freshly showered body, unspoiled by lotion, perfume or cologne…It added to his pleasure to take her from that fresh bathed scent to the intoxicating aura of sweat and passion that invariably develops as their time together progressed.