Staying With Erin - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Staying With Erin - Chapter 7

... left. “Especially when you came so hard,” Erin piped from behind me and pinched my butt cheek, “that you pissed yourself.” “I...” My color deepened. Did I really do that? But there was no mistaking the suddenly empty feeling in my bladder. I closed my eyes, mortified. Bridget was right next to me. “You remember what I promised?” she whispered into my ear. I swallowed hard and nodded. Of course I did. “But that’s going to come later. Next is Mrs. Somerset, and she’s going to punish you for pissing around in front of others.” A tremble raced over my skin. The wicked crop would soon be dancing over my helpless body, but after the harsh treatment they had given my pussy last evening, a kinky part of me couldn’t wait for the painful touch of its leather. Before that started, though, Bridget adjusted the ropes holding me. Pulling here, giving some slack there, she soon had my upper body tilted slightly backwards without altering my pose itself. “All done,” she declared, clapping her hands. Mrs. Somerset slowly approached, and I recognized what the shift of position meant. Standing in front of me as she was, she could reach every part of my front side easily. She had, at one point, shed her skirt and panties, but this didn’t make look any less intimidating. That she still wore the blouse, little that it covered in its unbuttoned state, upheld the teacher image. Naked from the waist down, the riding crop held loosely in her hand, she ...

... beckoned towards Erin. “Let us make a little game of this,” she suggested, pointing to the ground in front of her, and Erin eagerly went down on her knees in front of our future teacher. “While little Erin here shows me how skilled she is in the oral department, I’ll let my little leather friend caress your body for five minutes. If she manages to make me come in that time, everything is fine. If not, you will have to pay a little penalty.” “Me?” I gasped. “Yes, you. It is all about you tonight, don’t forget that.” She smiled sweetly. “I have brought a few wicked little clamps that you’ll then wear for the rest of the evening. And… let’s say, one with the crop to each pussy lip would be fair, don’t you think so?” “Fair?” I shot back in disbelief. “Don’t you trust your friend Erin to give her best?” she asked with a lopsided grin. “Not when it involves kinky stuff like this,” I admitted, which drew a giggle from Erin, who was planting small kisses up Mrs. Somerset’s creamy thigh. “That’s too bad. You’ll be a good girl and play the game anyway, won’t you?” Her question left no doubt. And I had to be honest with myself. The idea of having my pussy lips slapped with that devilish looking implement terrified me somewhat, but a rational part of me also knew that she wouldn’t do any permanent damage. And the kinky, submissive side of me still on the forefront of my mind adored the thought. I swallowed. “Yes, I will, Mrs. Somerset.”