1. My Punishment


    Date: 1/26/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Joanna86, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    attention to but this was a whole new experience. “Oh my god, that feels good,” I moaned. No sooner had the words left my mouth when the cracking sound of Tony’s slapping my right arse cheek with the slipper echoed through the room and I winced in pain. There was no time to recover as Miss Davis’s slipper landed on my left cheek. Two seconds later tears were streaming down my face again as Tony hit his target again, followed immediately by Miss Davis doing the same to my left cheek. My thighs tensed as the vibrations from the egg intensified inside me and I started to contract hard in response. I closed my eyes, trying hard to control myself, my mind screaming, don’t you dare fucking cum Jo. Even the searing pain of their third slaps did nothing to stem the building sensations radiating from my pussy and arsehole. Suddenly the eggs pulsated even harder. Was I groaning with shame, pleasure or pain, when following Miss Davis’s fourth and last slap, I started to climax. I expected the eggs to shoot from both holes as I began to squirt but instead, my juices tricked steadily onto the pee stained desk. Mentally and physically, I was exhausted and didn’t think I could take any more. Watching Miss Davis strip, being undressed by my Miss Davis, it felt so good and was so turned on. Despite the pain of being slapped and the humiliation I felt from piddling on the desk, it added to the sense of exhilaration washing over me. I felt my arse cheeks was being licked, soothing my ...
    burning sensitive flesh. From intense pain, I began to feel intense pleasure and smiled as I moaned, thinking that my punishment was turning out to be very enjoyable. I wondered if I was going to be fucked but just as I had that thought, they pulled away and the vibrations stopped. Tony unfastened the cuff from the right side of the chair as Miss Davis did the same to the left but instead of releasing me, she fastened the cuff and me, to her right wrist. “On your feet Joanna,” she demanded. The desk and floor were drenched from where I’d cum and piddled, so as I got off the desk, I was careful not to slip. As I put my feet down onto the floor, my knees buckled a little. The strength had been drained from my body and was forced to focus all my energy into standing upright. Miss Davis allowed me a few seconds to regain my composure before she started to lead me out of the room. Within seconds, we were outside in the cool early evening English air. It was bitterly cold, the frost becoming thicker, the freezing ground making my bare feet burn and nipples seeming to harden even more as the cool breeze on my wet thighs and pussy made me shiver. I was off the table, handcuffed to Miss Davis and outside walking away from School House, both naked but hadn’t given any thought as to what we were doing. Should I have protested or refused to go any further or did I want the humiliation or enjoyment to continue. Either way, I made no effort to stop walking. My actions gave the answer to my ...
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