Again, if you find my stuff to be fictitious, I’m really not interested in your comments. I know that every word I write is true, and that’s good enough. If you have a problem beleiving it, well, it’s your problem, not mine. I realise there are trolls here as on the rest of the internet, but you won’t succeed in bullying me off this forum. I’m not done with it yet. So, this is a FANTASY. It came as a result of much thought and started making me feel good, so I just let it play out as I touched myself. Pain and pleasure are closely linked. The expression on a face when a person cums has been described as “beautiful agony”, and some people use pain to get themselves off. Especially pain in erogenous areas. So, new nipple piercings are settling down nicely, although I’m still acutely aware of them if I happen to catch them in a bra or something.
My closest friend and I often text or phone. We tell each other absolutely everything, and she was jealous beyond words when I told her of my nipple piercings. During the phone call, though, she blew me away by admitting to me that she has had a brief affair! It was what she told me that led to my masturbatory fantasy. “It didn’t last long...just over two weeks, but oh, it was everything I could have ever wanted. He didn’t seem to give a damn about his own orgasm, but he wanted me to explore everything I had ever thought about but never actually did. Well there’s somethings I just couldn’t tell even him but...... I asked him to spank me one night. It started out just as a game, but I realised that bent over his knee with my skirt up, I liked it. I liked it a lot. I don’t see how girls say their pussies press against a guys knee and shit like that. My tummy was over his legs and my thighs against his right thigh. My clit and puss were nicely hidden away and safe. Anyways, I realised that I was getting a warm feeling between my legs with each slap, and that I wanted it harder. I also knew I was getting real wet. Anyway, he slapped me until I was begging for him to fuck me. Land it went further. I got him to use a cane. I’ve never felt more sexy” So, that’s what she said, and like most things in life aspects from my own life coupled with it. Sister Margaret, for example, and her paddle. She would I suppose tap us on the ass. A hard tap, but it was also humiliating, and that’s what Sister Margaret did it for, not the pain, although it did hurt a bit. And so the fantasy. In it, I imagined not Sister Margaret, but an imaginary monk. Brother Thomas. In my mind, he was the classic pervert. Upper middle aged, fat, and liked looking down our tops as often as he could. He also had a paddle, but either Thomas used it differently. I imagined I was in his class and has been caught messing around. He called me to the front, and said in his broad Irish accent “oil not have he girls feckin’ around in moy class.” Then he bent me over the desk and flipped my skirt up. The rest of the class gasped as my cheeks burned with embarrassment at showin my panties and ass. Then he paddled me. Hard. Each stroke caught me just on the border of panties and ass. I could feel a red welt forming, and he hit me in exactly the same place each time. Was it the being spanked that turned me on so much, or me showing myself to the class? I don’t know, really. All I do know is as I thought about this, I felt really sexy. I so wanted to experience one of those “spanking turns to fucking” scenarios, but my mind now was in control. Bent over the desk, I imagine I could see a bulge forming under his habit. The dirty cunt was getting off on this! But then So was I....what does that make me? Slap. Slap. Slap. Each hit brought a sudden sting of pain. Each sting brought a squirm, and each squirm pressed my thighs together on my pussy lips which in turn made me wet. ”Oh look” I imagined a girl saying “she’s getting wet. Dirty bitch likes this” And then, back in the real world, I couldn’t contain it any longer, I had to flip over on my back and masturbate as I continued the fantasy with Brother Thomas making me stay there, red ass, wet panties, for all to see as he gave a warning that the next time a girl messed about in his class, the paddling would be on the bare ass. Just as I decided to fuck about on purpose so it would be me, I had a delicious orgasm. I've never been spanked in my life, either disciplinarily or for fun, and I don’t know if I would even like it. Some things that work in fantasy just don’t cut it in the real world, do they? Still....maybe if I find the right person, I might give it a go.
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