The School Play - Sex Stories

The School Play

... spanked, across Mr. Bell's lap. Jenny looked back and said, "Mr. Bell, I know this is what is best for me. I need you to spank me. I' sorry I ever questioned this. I need you to give me a really good spanking. I need to be thinking about being Sandy, only being Sandy. You can help me to do that, I know you can. Now spank my bottom, Mr. Bell, spank me hard." After gently rubbing his right hand over the milky white cheeks laying across his lap and giving each a playful squeeze, Jim Bell came down with a torrent of firm smacks on the young girls pretty white bottom. Her legs kicked, just a little at first, but as the speed and firmness of the spanking grew, her kicking became higher and harder. She let out a series of ow, ow, ow, ow and began to violently rock back and forth, as Jim struggled to keep the young girl positioned properly, while continuing to provide the spanking she had requested. Finally, Jim slowed the spanking to a few easy taps as Jenny settled down. He then tenderly rubbed her now pink bottom and gently tried to pry Jenny's legs apart. Jenny did not resist opening her legs for Jim. Indeed, on her own, she was able to prop one knee up onto Jim's desk, in order to provide him ...

... as full a view as possible, of her now very wet pussy. "Sandy," Jim said, "It's a lucky thing we had you take your panties off before the spanking, it appears they would be far to wet to wear, at this point." "I know Mr. Bell, now I need you to watch me play with my wet clit, can you see what I'm doing Mr. Bell?" "Yes Sandy, I can see your fingers working up into your cunt. I see you have three fingers buried inside your pussy. I want to watch until you come. Take as long as you need. I will keep you safe on my lap, just work your fingers up into that wet cunt as long as you need to." Jim watched and listened intently to the squishing sound Jenny's fingers were making as they trust in and out of her wet cunt. Her breathing became louder, her eyes squinted as she continued to work her fingers, her body now began to rock and roll uncontrollably and finally she began to scream, "I'm coming, I'm coming Mr. Bell, watch me come, can you see me coming?" Finally spent, Jenny rested on Mr. Bells lap for several minutes. Jim helped her get back to her feet and reassemble her cloths. When she looked put together, Jim asked, "How do you feel, Jenny?" "I'm Sandy, Mr. Bell. You helped me become Sandy."