Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... her under the quilt, turned out the light and left. Claire was asleep before he closed the front door. She slept soundly right through the alarm clock at 6:30 a.m. She didn't stir at all when Mrs. Lester knocked or when she cracked the bedroom door to look in on her. Finally, her eyes slowly opened around half past ten in the morning.

CHAPTER 12: WAITING FOR THE SHOE TO DROP

Claire knows punishment is coming but not when or what.

As she slowly came out of the deep sleep and looked at the clock, Claire realized with a small panic that she'd already missed two classes and would miss another before she could hope to get to school on her bike. And that was assuming she'd be able to ride her bike. At the moment Claire doubted she'd be able to walk to the bathroom, which was something she very urgently needed to do. Her whole body was incredibly stiff and sore and more than anything she wished her bladder had a tube running to the toilet. She actually found herself idly scanning the bedside tables for any kind of suitable container into which she might be able to pee. No luck.

Groaning, she sat up and gingerly slid herself to the bedside. She gathered her resolve and slowly began to stand. Her stomach muscles were unbelievably sore, like she'd done a couple hundred sit ups.No, just a couple hundred orgasms she smiled. But then she recalled arching herself on the couch back several times and realized that might have something to do with the sore belly. Again she smiled ...

... ruefully.I'm lucky I can stand at all. And with that she began shuffling across the room to the bathroom off the living room.

Her next surprise came when she flicked on the bathroom light. As she turned to position herself for sitting on the toilet she saw her reflection in the mirror.

"Dear Mother of God!" she gasped. Her tits were a riot of red, blue and purple welts, bruises, and rope burns. She could hardly make out her nipples, as even they shared the violent discolorations marking her entire chest. But even as she looked on in shock at what had been done to her, she felt her cunt growing wet. Claire didn't know whether to laugh or cry, either at what had happened to her, or at the arousal she was feeling right now just from looking at the marks. Ironically, the savage beating her tits had endured had caused her body to pump fluid into the injured flesh for protection and healing: beneath the bruising, her tits had never looked fuller or more firm. And Claire knew if a man walked in the door that minute wanting to flog her breasts, she wouldn't hesitate to hold them up for the beating if that's what he demanded. It simply wasn't in her nature to refuse.

And it was right then that Claire remembered the early final in Mr. Lester's class. She'd intended to study the previous three nights but her service Tops had been non-stop. She'd meant to tell Mr. Lester that she needed a break to study, but somehow, she'd never gotten around to making the request. Consequently, ...