My First Caning - Sex Stories

My First Caning

I was now settling in to my new role of pleasing Miss Susan and was also getting used to Chantelle's winks and comments in the office. I was no longer so concerned about wearing stockings and suspender belt under my shorter skirts, even though the breeze on my bald, knickerless pussy served to remind me of my position. By now I had had my second visit to Miss Christine at the beauty shop; my pierced nipples were progressing well and my pussy had been waxed again.

Miss Susan was studying hard, with first year exams coming up before the summer break, but she was still finding plenty of time to be with me. She had moved some of her things to my apartment and had space in my third bedroom cum office for studying. Our toy collection was growing, with a selection of clamps, weights, paddles, floggers and so on. I had been introduced to the "pleasures" of labia and clit clamping, my nipples not yet being deemed healed enough to be clamped and my arse was, by now, accustomed to both crop and paddles. I could scarcely believe how turned on I was by these activities, something that was clearly shared by Miss Susan! We always ended up cuddling and making out afterwards; I was falling for her in a big way; fortunately for me, it was mutual.

I broached the subject of what she was planning to do over the summer and she informed me that she had an internship lined up with a local firm of solicitors, so I suggested that she move in with me. She grinned at that, saying that it was an ...

... excellent idea as she would be able to keep a closer eye on me and, of course, I would now be in a position to do her laundry. Her place in the halls of residence was paid up till the end of term, but she decided to move in more-or-less straightaway, instructing me to be ready to help her move her stuff on the Saturday.

The next day was a Tuesday and time for my monthly appointment with Miss Christine at the beauty shop. Firstly she checked my nipples, saying that they had healed beautifully and that Miss Susan had chosen something other than the barbells I was now wearing for them. These turned out to be thicker rings, which had to be forced through the holes in my nipples and closed with a spiked ball. Might just be a little obvious with no bra! After my waxing, Miss Christine told me that I could use the barbells for the office, but that I was expected to wear the new rings at all other times. I was then sent on my way, acutely aware of the rings in my nipples and wondering if I would ever get used to wearing a mini skirt without knickers.

Miss Susan was busy with her studies till the Friday, when she was coming round to my apartment, prior to our visit to the club. After work, I accompanied Chantelle to the usual Friday afternoon drinks with the girls and stayed for my usual one drink. Shortly after I got home, Miss Susan arrived and, as she now had her own key to the apartment, let herself in. I was, of course, naked, as she expected of me and we kissed passionately ...