Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... ankles to the cross. Once free, Mrs. Lester moved to where Claire had been lying and picked up the vibrator and began massaging her own gaping cunt. Claire stood against the cross as Mr. Lester tied her into place.

CHAPTER 14: OKAY, FOR SURE NOW, RIGHT?

Claire is confident she will finally be punished for blowing off her tests.

This is it. He's going to take me apart for missing that final.

Claire was almost looking forward to this beating. She'd been waiting for the hammer to drop for four days and was sure this would be the occasion. She had freedom to get all the sex she wanted but her responsibility was to make sure Mr. Lester knew when she needed time to prepare for classes. She'd blown it big time missinghis fucking test, of all things, even though she'd made it up and was set to ace all her other classes. The guilt weighed on her. She actually wanted this punishment to take away the burden she was feeling for having disappointed Mr. Lester.

And then she was facing Mr. Lester.He doesn't look angry. Yeah, but he never does. Claire knew he was disappointed in her. Well, whatever. It was time to take her punishment.

The first lashes bit hard, like they always did, but Claire just breathed through the initial pain and started feeling the rush hit.

God it's getting quicker, easier to take pain.

It took only a few lashes before the floaty feeling started in; the fusion of the pain with her cunt getting wetter and open. She felt sure that if she let ...

... herself, she could cum just from the whipping. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. Still, she liked the buzz that was starting as he worked her breasts with a single tail. She closed her eyes and drank in the impacts, letting them fuel her arousal, all the while breathing carefully to keep a lid on the warm feelings that were building in her cunt and in the pit of her stomach.

And before she knew it, he was done.Goddamn it! What the fuck is he doing? Claire couldn't understand.If this isn't going to be it, what the fuck is he going to do? She hung from the ropes, tears forming. She wanted him to really hurt her, to fucking punish her for screwing up.No way he's just letting this go by. What am I going to have to do to make this up to him? What the fuck is he doing!?

Mr. Lester smiled inwardly. He could see Claire's eyes shining from the unspilt tears; her look of confusion and disappointment.Good. The stewing will do her good. Claire's failing was to his mind a monumental issue that could not be addressed within the simple ritual of her weekly maintenance beating. He'd come to the conclusion that it would not entail a beating of any kind, actually.I've got to find a way to make her choose! Choose to be responsible for her path forward, or risk simply defaulting to utter carnality. Claire had to find a limit to her lusts; an anchor of some kind that would constrain her libido; a replacement for the fear that had dominated her existence up till this point and given ...