Staying With Erin - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

Staying With Erin - Chapter 8

... my pussy and made be wiggle like mad. “Time!” Bridget proclaimed from the side, and it took me a few seconds until I understood the meaning of the word. Erin had failed! Mrs. Somerset gently pushed Erin’s head away and looked me up and down with a hesitant, calculating expression. I stared back, daring her. If she was going to use that wicked thing on my pussy, she was going to do it right or not at all. The corners of her mouth quirked upwards. “You’re eager, young miss.” “Quit the banter and hit my pussy,” I demanded. “Uh-oh,” Erin piped in. “Someone’s getting herself in trouble.” Our future teacher stared at me with blazing eyes. I almost giggled when I saw the fury at my cheek. Yes, this was going to hurt like hell. She swung the crop back and forth a few time, readying herself, and my anticipation rose. I couldn’t say when exactly the idea of being hit there had turned from something to dread to something I yearned for, but I recognized the same heedless arousal that I had felt near the end of Bridget’s caning that day in the barn. The crop whistled, and its impact echoed like a gunshot. My whole body seized and a numb feeling spread between my thighs. Then the numbness gave place to a heated pain that shot through my body and took my breath away. Tears shot in rivers over my cheeks, but I kept staring at Mrs. Somerset, whose chest was heaving hard. “Fuck!” I finally cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The cane slowly swung back, but then stayed there for a second... two... ...

... three. There was the tiniest narrowing in Mrs. Somerset’s eyes, and then another crack sounded across the yard and I danced in my ropes. The heat between my legs turned into an inferno. If anything touched me there, I’d come, despite the pain - or because of it. I wasn’t sure. I sniffed and tried to blink away the tears. Erin grinned brightly at me and winked. The minx knew exactly what was going on inside me. Mrs. Somerset stepped close again and ran a hand over my cheek. “I’m going to enjoy blistering that impertinent bum of yours once lessons start,” she promised in a whisper. “I can’t wait,” I whispered back defiantly. “You didn’t forget the little decoration I promised you, miss?” From somewhere behind her, she procured two small, black, lace bows, but when she held them up, lines of jagged metal teeth stared at me. “Uh-oh,” I whispered, knowing instantly where these would go and flinching at the thought. She grinned and held one of the clamps to my left nipple, just touching it and letting me feel the cool steel. I did my best not to flinch away, but I couldn’t contain the shudder that raced through my body. “Afraid?” she inquired. I nodded. “You’ll survive.” Click by click, the wicked implement closed around my nipple. At first it was just a gentle pressure, but that soon turned first into a soft burn, then into a sharp pain. “Stop!” I gasped. “Please!” “Does it hurt?” I nodded again, not trusting my voice. It stung like hell! “Then this won’t make it any better,” she ...