Bewitched, Buggered, Beaten And Purring!

As I write this, I’m reliving the events of the last hour and a half. My back stings deliciously, between my legs is a hot mess and my bum feels delightfully stretched. 

But then again, so does Dani’s.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. 

I’ve discovered I enjoy pain. Only now and then, and only rarely, and I never know when that particular urge will come. I do, however, know its symptoms. My orgasms go from full-on, weak at the knees, head-spinners to, well….simply ‘meh’. They happen but they are nothing in comparison to how they usually are. The reason is something is missing. I begin to enjoy those little moments of pain we all get from time to time. Eventually, the penny drops and I realise oh yes….I’m ready. 

Beating, caning or whipping oneself is not something that works for me. I am submissive by nature sexually, and I much prefer it to be done to me. 

Emily being away at the moment, that leaves the lovely Dani to pick up the slack and boy, that girl is psychic. Oddly enough, we aren’t in one another’s panties on a daily basis, in fact, any form of sexual activity between us is maybe once or twice a month at the most. Anyway, Dani has other love interests….well, sex interests…and yes, that is plural. But she knows me well, and she knows when one of these moods falls upon me. Apparently, one of the symptoms is a marked increase in my vulgarity at home. Makes sense I suppose.

So when she came into my den to find me swearing copiously while going through a long and detailed letter from the planning department, she smiled secretively and took the tray, but returned a few moments later with a thin cane, the type you see in old movies about school, and a large carrot. She just stood in the doorway in her navy blue dress and my heart leapt. I knew, and my body knew, that this was exactly what I needed. 

Dani can be quite strict when she wants. “Stand up, and take that dress off…and your panties.” Slowly, I complied. “Now…on your knees, you dirty little slut.” I can’t tell you how wet I was already! I sank to my knees as ordered. “Well? Come here! I’m not coming to you! I crawled towards her feeling deliciously vulnerable and it began to feel like I was being punished in some extreme version of my old school. I have no doubts some of the older nuns would a) loved to have caned us, and b) would have loved to have humiliated us like this too. One hears tales of such humiliation being meted out to young nuns in enclosed Orders. 

As I crawled towards her, Miss Brain gleefully joined the party and made me speak. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to have done, Sister Mary.” Dani was all over this in a heartbeat. “You know what you’ve done, my girl. Leading the other girls astray….sitting on the field, flashing your panties. And Sister Angus tells me you openly….interfered with yourself….in her class this afternoon.” (I’d told Dani of the times I’d get myself off in class, and she nailed it. It’s well known that no nun can even say the word ‘masturbate’, or any derivative of it.)

“Now, bend over that chair!” I crawled over the arm of the chair with girl cum now running freely down my thighs. The first stroke of the cane was hard. Visciously hard, and it left a line of white hot pain across my bum. It also made me flood even more. This was exactly what I needed. Several strokes later, I was mewling with desire and then, with no preamble, she quite simply pushed the carrot into my vagina. “Ohh Sister….no…please….I’m a virgin!” 

“Virgin? Well, you’re not now!” Two pushes. That’s all she gave me and then, slowly, oh, so slowly, she withdrew the carrot leaving me feeling empty inside. Another swish of the cane, this time on my back. Believe me, I was on fire, both with the thin tendrils of pain and what felt like a volcano of fire between my legs and in my gut. 

Then I felt pressure on my bum hole. Slow, inexorable pressure. I clamped myself…resisting….”But Sister, you said sexual intercourse other than by way of the vagina is the Devil’s work.” The pressure increased, and the carrot slipped inside me….fuck….that white hot sting of pain as you accommodate something up your bum…..what a feeling! “I have no doubt that you’ll be doing that, so we might as well start now. Now, play with yourself. Go on! Get a hand between your legs and play with your clit.”

I tell you…even I was surprised when my hand slipped between my thighs. I am capable of copious wetness, both before during and after orgasm, but this….I must have really needed this. Dani timed her strokes with the cane to perfection and the orgasm was like a sun going super-nova. Oh, I came, I squirted, I peed…..all of the above and more. 

By the time I had regained control over myself, the carrot had gone and both my cunt and my bum felt cavernously empty. 

But we weren’t done. Dani had ‘the look’. Oh come on, don’t look at me like that. Everyone knows ‘the look’. That look that says “I’m ready” Some call it ‘come-to-bed eyes’. 

“Take it off.” Wait…who said that? Oh…me! Dani unbuttoned her dress with almost painful slowness. 

“Now the bra.” Again, lice ages past before it fell to the floor. 

“The panties” I’ve seen girls wet panties before, but if Dani had actually peed in them they wouldn’t have looked this wet. The damp patch was very large, and her fragrance mingled on the air with my own. 

“Be nasty” two words. She uttered them so quietly I almost missed them. “Please” Oh, the desperation in that single word! 

I walked around her. “You filthy little cunt.” I allowed the cane to rub across her tits, her belly and her thighs before walking round her back and touching her bum with it. “At your age…(Dani adores age play)….and I find you….touching….yourself?” Don’t you thing you’re too young for all that?” (This is where Dani herself picks the age she wants to be. Always it’s teenage, sometimes older teenage, sometimes younger. It’s absolutely her call.) “No….I’m 18 now. All the girls are doing it.”

“Well, not in my school. Get across that chair. No, not like that. Kneel on the seat, and get your tits over the back of the chair. Now push your arse out towards me.” 

The cane whistled through the air and raised a red welt on her bum. Dani couldn’t wait. Her hand shot between her legs. Another stroke, and another and another and she was panting with desire. My turn with the carrot now, still glistening from being in me, I pushed it against her bum. Not for a second did I think she could take it, but surprise, surprise, slowly it slipped in her. “Mr. Scott…..no…not like that….fu….fuck my cunt.” 

“I’ll fuck you any way I choose girl.” (Swish)

A few more thrusts of the carrot and I said “I’m going to cum up your bum.” 

Dani beat the imaginary Mr. Scott to it by cumming loudly and forcefully. 

Afterwards, we rubbed some antiseptic cream into the red marks and I said “So…Mr Scott?” 

“Oh, he was a teacher my my school. I had such a crush on him! I…played with myself every day thinking about him. I wanted him to be my first so much!”

“And when did you first take a shine to Mr. Scott?”

“You’ll think me awful…..I was….13. I was always tall for my age and physically way ahead of my peer group. I could even get served in a pub - no questions asked. (Hmmm that’s a point. Must make sure my staff ask for ID.) I guess I was just, you know…I’d got through the ‘boobs, pubes and periods’ stage and by 13, I was…well….horny. A lot. I just really fancied Mr. Scott like crazy. Like I said, I’d play with myself imagining him doing all sorts to me. And me to him. Well, you know what it’s like.”

I do indeed, and she had just given me plenty of material for our next encounter. 

What I didn’t know at the time, was how soon that would be!