Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle Two (4 page)

As soon as she could move again, Sylvia
reached up and untied his arms. Flopping back against his chest,
she cuddled close. His arms wrapped around her, holding her
close.

"Damn baby, I have to admit, that was a
great Christmas present."

Snuggling closer, Sylvia murmured her
agreement.

"Although I do have to wonder two things.
One, what do you have in mind for New Year's Eve? And two, are you
planning to untie my feet anytime soon?"

Grumbling good naturedly, Sylvia sat up and
stripped off her nightgown, then attended to his remaining bonds,
while he slipped off the robe and tossed it to the other side of
the bedroom.

As they settled back into each other's arms,
Devin tried again. "So what's planned for New Year's Eve?"

Sylvia just grinned, thinking about the bag
she had hidden under the kitchen sink.

* * *

Arianna leaned against the counter and pursed
her lips. Tracing the pouting lines with a layer of gloss, she
pressed them together and leaned back. Finally satisfied at her
appearance, she headed towards the basement where her husband
waited for their newest game. Although she knew her part, she
wasn’t quite certain what awaited her.

Hurrying down the carpeted steps, she opened
the door and stepped into a mock classroom.

“So nice of you to join us Ms.
Bradford. Have a seat so we can get started.”

Swaying her hips subtly, Arianna crossed the
room and took the only seat available. Her pleated skirt barely
covered her cheeks, and the tops of her thighs touched the cold
wood of her desk chair, causing her to gasp as she sat
down.

“Now class, last night’s homework
was to study the scientific method. Let’s see who studied and who
didn’t.” Moving to the chalkboard, he wrote a big number
one.

“The first step is? Anyone?
Anyone?”

Arianna slouched down in her seat,
struggling to remember her old high school science. She knew what
was coming, Neil had told her all about his fantasy.

“Ms. Bradford, how about you.
What’s the first stage of the scientific method?”

Blushing, Arianna stuttered, “Um sir, I don’t
know.”

“Didn’t you do your homework last
night?”

Sliding further down into her chair, Arianna
shook her head. As Neil turned and walked behind his desk, she
could feel her pussy quivering with anticipation. This was it; this
was the beginning of the fantasy.

“Come here Ms. Bradford. Class,
the rest of you are dismissed.” Grinning since no one else was
actually in the room, Arianna almost giggled at his words until she
saw what he pulled from his desk drawer. Twelve inches long, the
paddle reminded her of ones in books about corporal punishment,
back when that was allowed in schools. Reaching into his desk
drawer again, he pulled out a wooden ruler. Soon a switch and a
belt joined the pile on his desk.

Stepping around to the side of his desk, he
waited, his hand caressing the leather of his belt.

“Um, Nnn, um sir, I,” she
whispered, hesitating a few steps away. Uncertainty warred with
need.

“Now, Ms. Bradford,” he barked,
stepping to the edge of his desk.

She gasped as he pushed her down over
it.

“I’m tired of your lack of
attention to your school work. Your parents pay good money for your
education, and you’re throwing it all away.”

Keeping his hand in the small of her back, he
pushed down harder, the hard wood of the desk digging into her
tender breasts. Nipples erect with desire, Arianna wiggled slightly
trying to ease the pressure.

“I think it is time for us to go over last
night’s lesson. The first stage of the scientific method is
identifying the problem.” He paused.

Arianna caught her breath in
anticipation.

“Now, as I see it, we have two
problems: How to make learning fun, and how to punish you for not
doing as you are told.”

His hand on her back, he flipped
the tiny skirt up, baring her milky white cheeks, with a thong
string between them. Pulling it away from her flesh, he snapped the
thong bikini’s string and slipped the torn material from her
body.

“You can’t do this to me.”

Neil responded by pressing down
harder against her back. Raising his other hand, he smacked
Arianna’s tender ass, a red handprint springing to life.

“Ouch! You can’t do this!” she
squealed.

“Mmmm, yes I can. You see Ms.
Bradford, you parents are fed up with your antics; staying out late
with boys, skipping classes, failing grades. They’ve given me leave
to do as I will to improve your learning. Now, repeat after me, the
first stage is to identify the problem.”

Pressing her lips together, Arianna refused to
say what he ordered. Several moments passed in silence.

Smack!

“Ouch!” Arianna wailed. Clenching
her legs together, she struggled to focus on the pain and not the
delicious tingle working its way throughout her body. She needed
this. She needed to give Neil their fantasy, to prolong every
naughty moment.

“Say it.”

“No.”

Again his hand smacked her flesh, rosy with
his attention.

Moaning softly, she whispered what he
demanded.

“Good. Now, the second stage is to
hypothesize the result. The problem as stated is your lack of
attention to schoolwork. I hypothesize that by the time we’re done
here today, I will have found a way to focus your attention on your
lessons.

“Now Ms. Bradford, I think for our second
stage a belt is appropriate.”

She could see out of the corner of her eye as
Neil grasped the smooth leather, gripping the buckle in his fist.
Snapping it lightly in the air, he snapped it again, this time
blazing a fiery path on Arianna’s bottom.

“Ow, shit!” she yelped.

“Such language will not be tolerated.”
Snapping the belt again, he crisscrossed his earlier line, creating
a stinging x across her ass.

“Ohhh, sorry sir,” she whimpered. Her pussy
clenched with the need for his cock, but still she held back. Her
ass already on fire, she couldn’t imagine it getting any
better.

“Repeat the second stage.”

“To form a hypothesis, sir.”

Gently he stroked his hand over
her cheeks, with his other hand pressed firmly against her spine.
“Good. The third stage is to create a procedure, a plan of action,
and to experiment. Just like now I plan to experiment with the
paddle. I think you’ll like this one, Ms. Bradford. It will cover
so much territory and make it hurt all that much more.”

She turned her head and watched as
he set the belt aside, and firmly grasped the paddle. She could
hear a faint whistle of air followed by a solid crack as it
connected with her ass. The dull thud of it hitting her flesh was
misleading, giving the impression that it wasn't going to hurt.
Arianna relaxed as the paddle pulled away, only to have an intense
spark of pain radiate throughout her cheeks as the delayed reaction
kicked in. Her ass-ring clenched in anticipation as Neil swung
again. This time, she was prepared for the exquisite pleasure-pain
the paddle wrought.

“Ohhh,” she whimpered, her juices trickling
down her inner thighs, adding a glossy sheen to her creamy
skin.

“Yes Ms. Bradford, I think that was lovely
too. Now say it.”

“Plan and experiment.”

“Good. Now for stage four.” Again he selected
another object to experiment with. “Let’s try the switch this time.
This might sting a little more Ms. Bradford, but remember this is
for your own good. Four is to organize and analyze your
data.”

With a hollow whistle, the switch landed
against her ass.

“OUCH
!” she gasped. Wiggling, she
struggled to move out from under his hand.

“We must always try something more than once
before we decide that we don’t like it.” Neil rained a light blow
to her pussy. "Sometimes we have to repeat our experiment before we
can move on to step five."

Arianna sucked in a quick breath
at the unexpected contact. “Sometimes Ms. Bradford, things don’t
always go as planned. Now I think that was unexpected. Let’s try it
again, shall we?”

Another hollow whistle and the switch landed
against her pouting nether lips.

“Ummm,” she whimpered, her hips arching back
for more.

“Interesting. Definitely
unexpected, Ms. Bradford. Stage four is all about our data,
analyzing it. But since I’m busy, you’ll have to do it for me. What
have we observed so far?”

Fighting the urge to beg for his cock, Arianna
struggled to put to words what he wanted.

“Stage one is to identify the
problem.”

“No, no, no,” Neil returned, tapping her pussy
lightly with each word. “Don’t tell me the stages; tell me the
results of our experiment.”

“Oh, um,” pausing to lick her
lips, Arianna began again, “I um, liked the paddle and your hand,
but the belt hurt. The switch is nice against my pussy, but not my
ass, and there is one more stage to go, as well as one more object
to experiment with, sir.”

“Very good Ms. Bradford, I think
you are learning quickly. After our lesson, we’ll have to see about
some extra credit work to make up on your lost assignments. I think
you could easily become an A student.”

She trembled as he gently stroked
his hand over her ass. “The last stage is to draw a conclusion and
communicate our results. So, let’s draw our conclusion, shall
we?”

“Yes,” she
whispered, breathless with anticipation. She knew what was
coming–the wooden ruler, the last object to try.
As for his other plans, he had better intend to
fuck me senseless soon,
she
thought
.

“Now, what’s the last stage?”

“The conclusion, sir.”

“Very good.” A sharp whistle followed by a
delicious sting. Gasping, Arianna trembled. Her spine arched, his
hand unconsciously popping her back.

Again he smacked the ruler against her ass. A
zing of pleasure accompanied the swat, racing from her pussy to her
nipples.

“Oh yesss,” she moaned. Collapsing against the
desk, she enjoyed the rapture of his remaining three
swats.

She knew by now her cheeks must be
a bright shade of red. She resisted the urge to step out of
character and rush to the bathroom to see them firsthand. She had a
feeling they looked delicious against her creamy skin.

“Yes Ms. Bradford, I think this has gone very
well.” Removing his hand, Neil moved over to his chair and
collapsed in it. Quickly unzipping his slacks, he pulled his cock
free. Arianna almost wept in relief; he was finally ready to fuck.
She was more than ready, had been from the first smack of his
hand.

“Come here Ms. Bradford. I want to examine the
result of our experiment, to make sure all of the variables have
been sampled.”

Her legs trembling, Arianna stood up and
slowly moved around the desk. She had a very good idea what a
newborn foal felt like, trying to take its first steps. Every flex
of her ass as she walked rekindled a trail of fiery pain along her
cheeks.

Standing before him, Arianna bent
over, baring her ass and, indirectly, her dripping pussy to his
view. Neil slipped a finger between her wet lips. Arianna could
feel her juices leaking down her thighs. She couldn’t believe she
held out as long as she had; every nerve in her body was screaming
for more.

She moaned and swished her hips as she sought
to drive his thrusting finger deeper.

“Uh uh, Ms. Bradford, I have other plans for
you. Open my desk drawer.”

Regretfully, Arianna pulled away from his
finger and stood up. Sliding the drawer open, she saw only one
remaining object, a plastic graduated cylinder with the base filed
down so that it was as smooth and rounded as the bottom of a test
tube.

Cocking an eyebrow at him, Arianna asked a
silent question. “That’s right Ms. Bradford, pick it up and hand it
to me.”