02-07-2020, 12:07 PM
I slapped myself harder.
"More. Harder."
I slapped myself as hard as I could. I gasped as the stinging in my bum cheeks increased. I glanced down to see that my breasts were swinging about wildly as I marched and punished myself. Neil had noticed this too. He stood in front of me and began to slap each breast in turn, giggling to himself as he did so. I gasped with shock but carried on marching and slapping. My breathing had become ragged as the exercise continued my bum was stinging from the self-inflicted blows and my breasts were still being slapped by Neil.
After a couple of minutes he said, "Stop." I did so at once of course, gasping for breath and rubbing my now blazing bottom cheeks. Tears were rolling down my face.
"That's the way to do it in future, Al. Make her smack her own fat arse! Did you enjoy that?"
"No, I didn't."
"I'll bet your pussy's wet though, isn't it? Bend over and spread your lips I want to have a look."
I bent over, reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart. Of course, I knew what he would find. He ran the tip of one finger right along the length of my pussy. I shuddered as the finger neared the entrance to my hot tunnel. He slipped his finger in easily and chuckled to himself as he did so.
"Soaking." He announced. "Absolutely fucking soaking. You going to finger yourself off again?"
I didn't answer. He smacked my hot bottom hard. I squealed in pain and stood up, rubbing at my bum cheeks again.
"I said 'are you going to finger yourself off again'?"
"Yes, probably."
"Get on with it then, or shall I see if any of your students are still around first? I'll bet they'd love to watch."
"No!" I gasped. "I'll do it now." I practically threw myself into a chair, spread my legs as wide as I could, then started to stroke my hot, wet pussy. Every time I made the slightest move my bottom cheeks complained in a delicious reminder of my punishment and humiliation. The same was true of my breasts. Whenever I stroked or caressed them I was reminded of the slaps Neil had rained on them.
"So, you used to fantasise that your brother would make you do this while he watched?"
"Mmm."
"Did you want him to see you?"
"I don't know."
"Did you ever do anything with him, touch him, fuck him?"
"God no! I never wanted to do anything like that. I just wanted someone to dominate me I suppose."
"Before the end of term, you're going to have to do this for some of your students, you know. I'll make sure you do. Imagine that, the prim and proper young teacher sitting on a desk in her class room, knickers off, skirt up round her waist and fingers buried deep in her hot little cunt while your teenage students sit and watch. I will make you do it. That's my promise to you."
A thrill of fear ran through me. I didn't doubt Neil on this. It was only a matter of time before I was made to masturbate in front of my students. I wanted to do it at the same time as dreading it more than anything I could imagine. I felt anxiety and excitement at the same time. Both feelings increasing rapidly. I felt my heart beating wildly, my fingers increased the speed of their movements on my pussy, I felt panic start to rise in me, and then my climax hit me and I clamped my legs together on my hand, gasping and sobbing.
"OK. You can go to bed now. I might want you in the morning."
Having been dismissed like a naughty little girl I staggered to my bedroom and fell into bed exhausted.
"More. Harder."
I slapped myself as hard as I could. I gasped as the stinging in my bum cheeks increased. I glanced down to see that my breasts were swinging about wildly as I marched and punished myself. Neil had noticed this too. He stood in front of me and began to slap each breast in turn, giggling to himself as he did so. I gasped with shock but carried on marching and slapping. My breathing had become ragged as the exercise continued my bum was stinging from the self-inflicted blows and my breasts were still being slapped by Neil.
After a couple of minutes he said, "Stop." I did so at once of course, gasping for breath and rubbing my now blazing bottom cheeks. Tears were rolling down my face.
"That's the way to do it in future, Al. Make her smack her own fat arse! Did you enjoy that?"
"No, I didn't."
"I'll bet your pussy's wet though, isn't it? Bend over and spread your lips I want to have a look."
I bent over, reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart. Of course, I knew what he would find. He ran the tip of one finger right along the length of my pussy. I shuddered as the finger neared the entrance to my hot tunnel. He slipped his finger in easily and chuckled to himself as he did so.
"Soaking." He announced. "Absolutely fucking soaking. You going to finger yourself off again?"
I didn't answer. He smacked my hot bottom hard. I squealed in pain and stood up, rubbing at my bum cheeks again.
"I said 'are you going to finger yourself off again'?"
"Yes, probably."
"Get on with it then, or shall I see if any of your students are still around first? I'll bet they'd love to watch."
"No!" I gasped. "I'll do it now." I practically threw myself into a chair, spread my legs as wide as I could, then started to stroke my hot, wet pussy. Every time I made the slightest move my bottom cheeks complained in a delicious reminder of my punishment and humiliation. The same was true of my breasts. Whenever I stroked or caressed them I was reminded of the slaps Neil had rained on them.
"So, you used to fantasise that your brother would make you do this while he watched?"
"Mmm."
"Did you want him to see you?"
"I don't know."
"Did you ever do anything with him, touch him, fuck him?"
"God no! I never wanted to do anything like that. I just wanted someone to dominate me I suppose."
"Before the end of term, you're going to have to do this for some of your students, you know. I'll make sure you do. Imagine that, the prim and proper young teacher sitting on a desk in her class room, knickers off, skirt up round her waist and fingers buried deep in her hot little cunt while your teenage students sit and watch. I will make you do it. That's my promise to you."
A thrill of fear ran through me. I didn't doubt Neil on this. It was only a matter of time before I was made to masturbate in front of my students. I wanted to do it at the same time as dreading it more than anything I could imagine. I felt anxiety and excitement at the same time. Both feelings increasing rapidly. I felt my heart beating wildly, my fingers increased the speed of their movements on my pussy, I felt panic start to rise in me, and then my climax hit me and I clamped my legs together on my hand, gasping and sobbing.
"OK. You can go to bed now. I might want you in the morning."
Having been dismissed like a naughty little girl I staggered to my bedroom and fell into bed exhausted.
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