Me and Mulder. Completely horrible as fanfic, not so bad as erotica.
When I got home Mulder was making dinner. To my surprise my dildo was sitting on the kitchen table.
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“Go upstairs and undress.” He said, not turning to look at me. “Wait for me in the bathroom facing the mirror in front of your sink.” I hesitated by the table, wanting to take the vibrator and throw it out, or at least hide it again. It felt so out in the open, like anyone could see it. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do to me. He didn’t seem angry really, but his instructions didn’t give me a warm feeling inside. He finally turned around and looked at me. At first he seemed stern but softened when he saw how worried I was.
“Kate, it’s okay,” he came and gave me a hug, and then pulled back to look at me. I avoided his eyes, so he cupped my face in his hands and made me look at him. “I love you.”
“I, I love you. I’m sorry.” I said. My eyes brimming. He wiped my eyes with his thumbs, and then kissed me on the forehead.
“I know. It’s all alright, but I want you to obey me now.” He said, with a bit of an edge to his previously comforting voice.
“yes, sir” I said, lowering my eyes. He gave my butt a reassuring squeeze and pushed me off toward the stairs. I went upstairs and put my backpack in the study. Then I went into our bedroom and undressed quickly, leaving my clothes in a pile by my dresser. Usually I’d have folded them or put them down the laundry shoot, but I was nervous and I didn’t know how much time I had before he’d come up. I wanted to be in position, so I took off my jewelry, except my watch, and then went into the bathroom off of our bedroom.
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He came in and stood behind me. He put his left hand on my hip and trailed the vibrator down my front, from my throat to my slit. I shifted my weight nervously, pushing back into him, away from the vibrator. He pulled me snug against him, nudging my legs wider with his knee. Then he moved his left hand to my vagina lips and parted them using his middle and pointer finger. “Tell me how you used it.” He said, holding the vibrator in front of me at belly button level and looking at me in the mirror.
“I…it’s just that, you were gone for so long…”
“Kate” he said warningly, “I know what I’ve been doing the last month, now it’s time to find out what you’ve been doing. How did you use it.”
“I, I used it. Damn it, Fox, you know how I used it.” I said, avoiding his eyes again.
“Did you put it in your pussy?” he said breathily into my ear. He ran it lightly over my open lips, “did you play with your clit?” he circled my clit, and then clicked it on, making vibrating circles around my exposed clit.
I moaned and rose up on the balls of my feet. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do,” he mused, as he let the tip of the vibrator slide up onto my clit and held it there firmly.
“Fox…I can’t think when you’re doing that,” I said and tried to push his right hand away.
“Kate, don’t try to stop this. You know I don’t care if you masturbate, but you should have told me.” He said sternly. Then he set the vibrator down on the bathroom counter and turned me around to face him. He took off his tie and tied my wrists together. He picked up the vibrator again and guided me over to the full length mirror. He stood behind me again and put the vibrator down on the counter before lifting my hands over my head and then over his own head so that they were hooked around his neck and I couldn’t move them to interfere with anything he did. He ran his hands down along my sides and then forward over my pelvis and onto the tops of my legs. It tickled at the spot where my legs met my torso and I couldn’t help squirming. He smiled at me and ran his fingers lightly back and forth the crease at the top of my legs and along my sides.
“No, no, stop!” I said, in between laughing uncontrollably and bouncing and struggling as much as my current position would allow. He knew I could barely stand to have my hands tied and not be able to move them. He did stop tickling me though.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But you’re hands are staying were they are until you climax. Now tell me what to do with your new toy, or we’ll be standing here all night.”
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She was already flushed from my tickling, but she blushed even more when I told her she had to tell me how to touch her. It’s hard for her to ask for what she wants, or talk about sex without getting embarrassed. She’s not frigid by any means, we actually do quite a lot of different things, but I always have to instigate it and pay attention to what she likes so I can do that again later. She definitely likes for me to take charge.
I felt bad for her being alone in the house for a month. Of course she was allowed to get a vibrator if she wanted, though I did wonder at how she’d gotten it exactly. I couldn’t imagine her actually purchasing it, as she about died of embarrassment just purchasing condoms.
It actually excited me to no end to catch her at having such a toy. If I could convince her it was alright to have needs, but that she shouldn’t be scared of telling me what they are then maybe she could stop feeling guilty for enjoying sex. I know she has a wild wonton side just under the surface, but she keeps that part of her bound up tight. I usually only see it once I’ve already got her thoroughly aroused, and she can’t seem to help herself from doing what feels good. Even then, I’ll catch a blush, or her eyes closed trying to lose herself in the moment and avoid eye contact with me.
Not that I want her to lose all of her school-girl ways. She is just adorable when she blushes, or when she is trying to get me to do something without actually asking outright.
My most recent discovery was that she likes to be spanked. I was working on some maps in the study and went rummaging for a ruler. I found one and was using it when I noticed a label on it with Kate’s full name printed out “KATHERINE WILCOX.” She was sitting at her desk with a book for her bio-class, she had an exam at the end of the week, but she’d been online for the past hour, occasionally halfheartedly rereading the same page she’d been on since I’d come home. I turned and held it up to her.
“What on earth, Kate, are you scared I’m going to steal your ruler?” I said, amused.
She looked up, and startled slightly when her eyes came to rest on the ruler, “Oh, no, Fox. That’s just an old ruler from school, is all.” She said, quite distractedly and then looked back down at her book quickly.
What on earth? I thought, what’s got her all jumpy about this ruler? I decided to press further. “From school? You don’t strike me as one of those girls that had everything just so. With all your folders labeled, and your name on every pencil.” I said coming over and leaning on the edge of her desk.
“N-no. Sister Madonna just made us have everything labeled for her class. She taught music theory.”
“Oh?” I said, turning the ruler over in my hand. I noticed on the back there were several notches scratched into the wood. Kate has precious few things she’s hung onto, I wonder why she’s kept this ruler all these years. “What are these tally marks for?” I asked running my finger along the grooves.
“Well, um, if a girl got in trouble, Sister Madonna would um…you know…” She said, nodding at the ruler.
“She’d what?” I said, feigning ignorance. Inwardly my stomach flipped that she’d kept a ruler used for punishment. I’d thought she might have a slight kink in this area.
“She’d use your ruler on you.” She said plainly. She was a little squeamish but she was looking me in the eye.
“But what are the tally marks for?” I asked again.
“Well, after she finished with you, and after you apologized, she made you make a tally on the back to keep track.”
“Jesus, Kate, there must be over eighty on here! You must have been over her knee every other day!” I said,
She laughed at my alarm, then smiled smugly, “ninety nine to be exact. But it wasn’t over her knee, just over her desk,” I continued to balk “ and even that was only on the fifth mark.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, and she must have sensed my confusion, “the fifth time you got in trouble, she said indicating one of the slash marks through the bundles of five. “The other times she just smacked your hands,” she said.
“How on earth did you get in trouble that much?”
“Well, I had music theory for four years, so it’s not that bad really.” She said, taking the ruler from my hand. “Albeit only once a week,” she added softly.
“Once a week?!” I said, and did some quick figuring in my head, “for four years, that’s only about a hundred and thirty classes,” I said, in true amazement.
“Well, freshman year I was horrible at getting up on time, and it was my first class, at 7 am no less. So I was late almost everyday. And then often I’d forget to do the assignment.”
“Tsk tsk” I said, in mocking disapproval.
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“What would Sister Madonna think of you surfing the net when you have an exam in two days?” She flushed slightly and looked down at her bio book.
“She would not be pleased.” She said.
“No, I don’t think she would be,” I said, tapping the ruler on my palm twice. She pressed her legs together at the sound, and looked up at me biting her lower lip. I knew she wanted me to go on with it, the way she was moving her knees against each other, I could tell she was getting aroused just seeing me with the ruler. “Don’t you think you should know how to handle your time better now that you are in college?”
She put her book down and was squeezing her hands in her lap, her head still down slightly, but she had her eyes on the ruler. “Yes, Sir. But it’s hard sometimes without the structure I used to have.”
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“Well, I’m going to put some of that structure back into your life right now.” He said, I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach, but I knew I wanted it to happen. “Stand up,” he said, and I did, my eyes still slightly downcast. I was looking at his neck; I couldn’t quite bring myself to look directly at him. He pulled my chair out from the desk and sat down. He looked at the ruler again and my eyes followed his to the last bundle of four marks. “This is your fifth time in trouble, Katherine.” His voice was so stern, it gave me goose bumps. “What do you think your punishment should be?” I looked into his eyes at that, a little thrown. I shrugged my shoulders. “Young lady! I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.” He said sternly.
I looked at him, biting my cheek. “I, I deserve a spanking?” I said, a little unsure of myself now. Was this too weird to ask of him?
“Yes, I agree. Alright then,” I stifled a grin, I could tell he was a little out of sorts, not exactly sure how to go about spanking me. I decided I could help him a little bit, after all, I’d been through this scene plenty of times, just with a cranky old nun instead of a handsome man like Fox who loved me.
“Are you going to spank me on the bare, Sir?” I said, eyes down again and flushing something horrible. I was less worried about asking for something he didn’t want to do, as I could practically see his cock jump at my question. To his credit he managed to remain stern.
He cleared his throat and then continued, “Yes, young lady, I am. Now lay across my lap.” I lowered myself over his lap with his help. Once I was down I grabbed onto the rung of the chair to steady myself. Then he readjusted me so my butt was better situated. That made me a little nervous, but it was too late to go back now, I thought. Then his voice softened and he said, “Are you sure you want me to do this, Kate?” I felt a surging in my chest at his gentle words, he was so loving. I couldn’t talk right away because I didn’t trust my voice, so I nodded my head ‘yes.’ “Alright then,” he said, and he lifted my waist slightly with his left arm and pushed my pants down my thighs and then pulled them off my legs completely. Then he pushed my underwear down to mid thigh. I held my breath when I felt his hands on my underwear, pulling them down. Then I braced myself for the first smack. But it didn’t come. His left hand was on the small of my back and his right hand was resting on my bottom, lightly rubbing it. It felt nice, but I hoped he wasn’t going to not go through with it now, after all the lead up.
I turned to look at him, “Fox?” I said questioningly raising an eyebrow.
“Eyes forward!” he said, sternly, and I snapped back around. “I’m waiting for you,” he said.
“Fox, I-”
“Katherine,” he said in a warning voice.
“I mean, Sir, I, I’m ready?” I wasn’t sure what he was waiting for.
“Why are you being spanked Katherine?” Oh geese, he was pretty good at this for being his first time.
“For wasting time when I should be studying.” I said and then, “Sir” as an afterthought. “Please give me the punishment I deserve, Sir.” And with that he started spanking me. It was his hand, but it hurt more than I remember the ruler hurting, at least in Sister Madonna’s hands.
He started slow, but he was hitting h-a-r-d. The first few I was shocked at how much it hurt. The fourth spank, I let out an “Ow” and then I bit my lip to keep quiet. It was difficult. His hand was so big, it was like a big paddle, it covered my entire butt with each smack, and it STUNG! After about ten slow methodical spanks he started picking up speed. I didn’t last long before I was moaning with each slap of his hand.
SPANK “ow” Spank “mff” spank “Oh” spank “OW OW, fuck, that hurts!”
“Katherine, I will not tolerate that kind of language!” he said sternly and gave me six rapid fire spanks, three on each cheek.
“OW! OW! OW!” I yelled, “I...” SPANK, “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to” I said, tears rolling down my cheeks now. He kept up a steady rhythm. I started kicking my legs uncontrollably, but he tightened his hold around my waist to keep me from moving around, and then, to my surprise he stopped spanking me.
“Alright, Katherine, it’s almost over. I just have to use the ruler now. How many times should it be?” he said and then softly, “I don’t want to overdo it, Kate.” He stroked my bottom softly, which made me clench my buttocks and squirm. “Is it too much? I can stop now, and we can…” and he trailed off, his hand going lower down to my pussy, which despite myself was quite wet.
I was sniffling and crying, but I got control of myself. “No, I’m okay. I…I think ten will do it…sir.”
“Okay,” he said, and gave me a minute to calm down while he rubbed circles on my lower back. Then he gave me the first stroke with no warning SMACK “OH!” SMACK…and on for ten. Then I lie there calming down, when I realized it was all over, I reached back to rub the sting out of my ass, but Fox slapped my hands away. “Uh uh, it’s my turn now,” he said, and I felt his hands press against my cheeks. I sucked in breath, it hurt, but it felt so good too. He squeezed my cheeks and then leant down and kissed my right cheek. “mmm…honey, they’re warm.” He said, nuzzling his cheek against my butt. I inhaled sharply as his not quite clean shaven face rubbed against my tender hind side.
“yeah, well, it’s not surprising after you practically killed me!” I said, dramatically, but not really angry. The opposite of angry, really.
“Shh…you be quiet now, or I’ll just start spanking again,” He teased, but I knew he wouldn’t, he was kneading my cheeks now, and I was squirming a little at how good it felt, Then I felt his thumb rubbing my pussy lips and positioning itself at my entrance.
“Hmmm…Fox, ooh,” I spread my legs wider and tried to push back on his hand, but he kept me from impaling myself.
“Just slow down there, young lady, who’s in charge here?” he said, laughing at me.
“Fox! Don’t tease me!” I said looking back at him, my eyes glazed over with lust. Just then he plunged his thumb deep into me, and hooked it inside me. He worked my lips and clit with his pointer, middle, and ring fingers.
“Oh, god! Mmm” I yelled out, and then turned around again, holding on to the chair for support. He got his hand nice and slick and then pulled his thumb out and started spreading my juices up to my anus. He held my cheeks open with his left hand and poked against my tight bud with his slick thumb.
“mmm, you’ve got a real tight ass,” Then he sounded concerned, “is this okay, Kate?”
I realized I needed to make it clear it was okay, he hadn’t done anything to me there before. “Yes! Yes, Fox! Put it in! It feels good. God, Fox, it’s so good.”
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I laughed at how desperate she was, and leaned down and kissed her left cheek again. Cupped my hand and ran it through her dripping pussy, getting her juices all on my fingers and rubbed into her crack and then nudged my thumb in there again. I ran the pad of my thumb over and around her pucker, just barely dipping in for a while until her body was fairly trembling over my knee, and then I forced it into her past the knuckle. Despite all the natural lubrication present, it was a tight fit, and I felt her clench tight around my thumb, her back arching, and a small cry coming from her. Then she was wiggling across my lap, but not trying to get away, almost pushing back onto my hand.
“Oh, Fox, nnngg…” her thighs were shifting, and she was bucking slightly, which made my thumb pop out of her.
“Hold still, Kate,” I said, putting my left hand on her left shoulder, holding her down, and pulling back on her shoulder as I pushed forward with my thumb again, sinking it all the way in. She bucked again, but then steadied into more of a subdued humping motion against my leg. With my thumb still in her ass, I pushed my middle and ring finger into her pussy, deep in, hooking them in her. I then started pumping my hand in and out of both her holes.
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I’d been rocking myself against his leg, stifling my moans, but when he started pumping my ass and pussy at the same time, I lost it again. I jerked, and closed my legs around his hand, moaning, almost crying, it felt so good, and so out of control. He’d fingered me before, but the sensation in my ass at the same time made the feeling seem to shoot through my whole body, and I couldn’t control it, couldn’t concentrate enough to calm down.
I felt his left arm move around my waist, holding me still, and his other hand kept pumping in and out. “Keep your legs open for me, Kate,” I heard faintly as I started over the edge, my moans and cries becoming more insistent and pathetic.
I opened my legs again, and he thrust forward deeper than before, “Oh! ooo!” My feet found purchase on the floor, and I strained my legs against the floor, keeping them open and tensed, pushing my ass up off his lap a little. He kept pumping into me, and I felt myself slipping over into orgasm. He felt it too as I started spasming and clenching around his fingers uncontrollably. He kept going as I collapsed over his lap, my body limp, but my pussy and ass still spasming. I felt him pumping still, and then slow, and then withdraw. I turned in his lap. As I turned over I saw him put his fingers to his mouth and lick them. He smiled at me and I bit my lower lip, embarrassed now that he was looking me in the eye.
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I saw her eyes dart to the side, “No, no. Look at me, Kate. Look at me. Here, taste yourself,” And I put my fingers to her mouth, pulling her lip out of her teeth and smearing her snatch over her lip. She licked at it and looked at me, but moved her head down again. I caught her chin with my thumb and pushed the fingers into her mouth, making her head stay up and looking at me, “That’s it, Kate, clean them off.” And she did, blushing slightly, but sucking them clean as I gently, slowly moved them in and out of her mouth. Then I drew them out and kissed her, sucking gently on her tongue.
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“Go upstairs and undress.” He said, not turning to look at me. “Wait for me in the bathroom facing the mirror in front of your sink.” I hesitated by the table, wanting to take the vibrator and throw it out, or at least hide it again. It felt so out in the open, like anyone could see it. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do to me. He didn’t seem angry really, but his instructions didn’t give me a warm feeling inside. He finally turned around and looked at me. At first he seemed stern but softened when he saw how worried I was.
“Kate, it’s okay,” he came and gave me a hug, and then pulled back to look at me. I avoided his eyes, so he cupped my face in his hands and made me look at him. “I love you.”
“I, I love you. I’m sorry.” I said. My eyes brimming. He wiped my eyes with his thumbs, and then kissed me on the forehead.
“I know. It’s all alright, but I want you to obey me now.” He said, with a bit of an edge to his previously comforting voice.
“yes, sir” I said, lowering my eyes. He gave my butt a reassuring squeeze and pushed me off toward the stairs. I went upstairs and put my backpack in the study. Then I went into our bedroom and undressed quickly, leaving my clothes in a pile by my dresser. Usually I’d have folded them or put them down the laundry shoot, but I was nervous and I didn’t know how much time I had before he’d come up. I wanted to be in position, so I took off my jewelry, except my watch, and then went into the bathroom off of our bedroom.
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He came in and stood behind me. He put his left hand on my hip and trailed the vibrator down my front, from my throat to my slit. I shifted my weight nervously, pushing back into him, away from the vibrator. He pulled me snug against him, nudging my legs wider with his knee. Then he moved his left hand to my vagina lips and parted them using his middle and pointer finger. “Tell me how you used it.” He said, holding the vibrator in front of me at belly button level and looking at me in the mirror.
“I…it’s just that, you were gone for so long…”
“Kate” he said warningly, “I know what I’ve been doing the last month, now it’s time to find out what you’ve been doing. How did you use it.”
“I, I used it. Damn it, Fox, you know how I used it.” I said, avoiding his eyes again.
“Did you put it in your pussy?” he said breathily into my ear. He ran it lightly over my open lips, “did you play with your clit?” he circled my clit, and then clicked it on, making vibrating circles around my exposed clit.
I moaned and rose up on the balls of my feet. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do,” he mused, as he let the tip of the vibrator slide up onto my clit and held it there firmly.
“Fox…I can’t think when you’re doing that,” I said and tried to push his right hand away.
“Kate, don’t try to stop this. You know I don’t care if you masturbate, but you should have told me.” He said sternly. Then he set the vibrator down on the bathroom counter and turned me around to face him. He took off his tie and tied my wrists together. He picked up the vibrator again and guided me over to the full length mirror. He stood behind me again and put the vibrator down on the counter before lifting my hands over my head and then over his own head so that they were hooked around his neck and I couldn’t move them to interfere with anything he did. He ran his hands down along my sides and then forward over my pelvis and onto the tops of my legs. It tickled at the spot where my legs met my torso and I couldn’t help squirming. He smiled at me and ran his fingers lightly back and forth the crease at the top of my legs and along my sides.
“No, no, stop!” I said, in between laughing uncontrollably and bouncing and struggling as much as my current position would allow. He knew I could barely stand to have my hands tied and not be able to move them. He did stop tickling me though.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But you’re hands are staying were they are until you climax. Now tell me what to do with your new toy, or we’ll be standing here all night.”
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She was already flushed from my tickling, but she blushed even more when I told her she had to tell me how to touch her. It’s hard for her to ask for what she wants, or talk about sex without getting embarrassed. She’s not frigid by any means, we actually do quite a lot of different things, but I always have to instigate it and pay attention to what she likes so I can do that again later. She definitely likes for me to take charge.
I felt bad for her being alone in the house for a month. Of course she was allowed to get a vibrator if she wanted, though I did wonder at how she’d gotten it exactly. I couldn’t imagine her actually purchasing it, as she about died of embarrassment just purchasing condoms.
It actually excited me to no end to catch her at having such a toy. If I could convince her it was alright to have needs, but that she shouldn’t be scared of telling me what they are then maybe she could stop feeling guilty for enjoying sex. I know she has a wild wonton side just under the surface, but she keeps that part of her bound up tight. I usually only see it once I’ve already got her thoroughly aroused, and she can’t seem to help herself from doing what feels good. Even then, I’ll catch a blush, or her eyes closed trying to lose herself in the moment and avoid eye contact with me.
Not that I want her to lose all of her school-girl ways. She is just adorable when she blushes, or when she is trying to get me to do something without actually asking outright.
My most recent discovery was that she likes to be spanked. I was working on some maps in the study and went rummaging for a ruler. I found one and was using it when I noticed a label on it with Kate’s full name printed out “KATHERINE WILCOX.” She was sitting at her desk with a book for her bio-class, she had an exam at the end of the week, but she’d been online for the past hour, occasionally halfheartedly rereading the same page she’d been on since I’d come home. I turned and held it up to her.
“What on earth, Kate, are you scared I’m going to steal your ruler?” I said, amused.
She looked up, and startled slightly when her eyes came to rest on the ruler, “Oh, no, Fox. That’s just an old ruler from school, is all.” She said, quite distractedly and then looked back down at her book quickly.
What on earth? I thought, what’s got her all jumpy about this ruler? I decided to press further. “From school? You don’t strike me as one of those girls that had everything just so. With all your folders labeled, and your name on every pencil.” I said coming over and leaning on the edge of her desk.
“N-no. Sister Madonna just made us have everything labeled for her class. She taught music theory.”
“Oh?” I said, turning the ruler over in my hand. I noticed on the back there were several notches scratched into the wood. Kate has precious few things she’s hung onto, I wonder why she’s kept this ruler all these years. “What are these tally marks for?” I asked running my finger along the grooves.
“Well, um, if a girl got in trouble, Sister Madonna would um…you know…” She said, nodding at the ruler.
“She’d what?” I said, feigning ignorance. Inwardly my stomach flipped that she’d kept a ruler used for punishment. I’d thought she might have a slight kink in this area.
“She’d use your ruler on you.” She said plainly. She was a little squeamish but she was looking me in the eye.
“But what are the tally marks for?” I asked again.
“Well, after she finished with you, and after you apologized, she made you make a tally on the back to keep track.”
“Jesus, Kate, there must be over eighty on here! You must have been over her knee every other day!” I said,
She laughed at my alarm, then smiled smugly, “ninety nine to be exact. But it wasn’t over her knee, just over her desk,” I continued to balk “ and even that was only on the fifth mark.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, and she must have sensed my confusion, “the fifth time you got in trouble, she said indicating one of the slash marks through the bundles of five. “The other times she just smacked your hands,” she said.
“How on earth did you get in trouble that much?”
“Well, I had music theory for four years, so it’s not that bad really.” She said, taking the ruler from my hand. “Albeit only once a week,” she added softly.
“Once a week?!” I said, and did some quick figuring in my head, “for four years, that’s only about a hundred and thirty classes,” I said, in true amazement.
“Well, freshman year I was horrible at getting up on time, and it was my first class, at 7 am no less. So I was late almost everyday. And then often I’d forget to do the assignment.”
“Tsk tsk” I said, in mocking disapproval.
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“What would Sister Madonna think of you surfing the net when you have an exam in two days?” She flushed slightly and looked down at her bio book.
“She would not be pleased.” She said.
“No, I don’t think she would be,” I said, tapping the ruler on my palm twice. She pressed her legs together at the sound, and looked up at me biting her lower lip. I knew she wanted me to go on with it, the way she was moving her knees against each other, I could tell she was getting aroused just seeing me with the ruler. “Don’t you think you should know how to handle your time better now that you are in college?”
She put her book down and was squeezing her hands in her lap, her head still down slightly, but she had her eyes on the ruler. “Yes, Sir. But it’s hard sometimes without the structure I used to have.”
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“Well, I’m going to put some of that structure back into your life right now.” He said, I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach, but I knew I wanted it to happen. “Stand up,” he said, and I did, my eyes still slightly downcast. I was looking at his neck; I couldn’t quite bring myself to look directly at him. He pulled my chair out from the desk and sat down. He looked at the ruler again and my eyes followed his to the last bundle of four marks. “This is your fifth time in trouble, Katherine.” His voice was so stern, it gave me goose bumps. “What do you think your punishment should be?” I looked into his eyes at that, a little thrown. I shrugged my shoulders. “Young lady! I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.” He said sternly.
I looked at him, biting my cheek. “I, I deserve a spanking?” I said, a little unsure of myself now. Was this too weird to ask of him?
“Yes, I agree. Alright then,” I stifled a grin, I could tell he was a little out of sorts, not exactly sure how to go about spanking me. I decided I could help him a little bit, after all, I’d been through this scene plenty of times, just with a cranky old nun instead of a handsome man like Fox who loved me.
“Are you going to spank me on the bare, Sir?” I said, eyes down again and flushing something horrible. I was less worried about asking for something he didn’t want to do, as I could practically see his cock jump at my question. To his credit he managed to remain stern.
He cleared his throat and then continued, “Yes, young lady, I am. Now lay across my lap.” I lowered myself over his lap with his help. Once I was down I grabbed onto the rung of the chair to steady myself. Then he readjusted me so my butt was better situated. That made me a little nervous, but it was too late to go back now, I thought. Then his voice softened and he said, “Are you sure you want me to do this, Kate?” I felt a surging in my chest at his gentle words, he was so loving. I couldn’t talk right away because I didn’t trust my voice, so I nodded my head ‘yes.’ “Alright then,” he said, and he lifted my waist slightly with his left arm and pushed my pants down my thighs and then pulled them off my legs completely. Then he pushed my underwear down to mid thigh. I held my breath when I felt his hands on my underwear, pulling them down. Then I braced myself for the first smack. But it didn’t come. His left hand was on the small of my back and his right hand was resting on my bottom, lightly rubbing it. It felt nice, but I hoped he wasn’t going to not go through with it now, after all the lead up.
I turned to look at him, “Fox?” I said questioningly raising an eyebrow.
“Eyes forward!” he said, sternly, and I snapped back around. “I’m waiting for you,” he said.
“Fox, I-”
“Katherine,” he said in a warning voice.
“I mean, Sir, I, I’m ready?” I wasn’t sure what he was waiting for.
“Why are you being spanked Katherine?” Oh geese, he was pretty good at this for being his first time.
“For wasting time when I should be studying.” I said and then, “Sir” as an afterthought. “Please give me the punishment I deserve, Sir.” And with that he started spanking me. It was his hand, but it hurt more than I remember the ruler hurting, at least in Sister Madonna’s hands.
He started slow, but he was hitting h-a-r-d. The first few I was shocked at how much it hurt. The fourth spank, I let out an “Ow” and then I bit my lip to keep quiet. It was difficult. His hand was so big, it was like a big paddle, it covered my entire butt with each smack, and it STUNG! After about ten slow methodical spanks he started picking up speed. I didn’t last long before I was moaning with each slap of his hand.
SPANK “ow” Spank “mff” spank “Oh” spank “OW OW, fuck, that hurts!”
“Katherine, I will not tolerate that kind of language!” he said sternly and gave me six rapid fire spanks, three on each cheek.
“OW! OW! OW!” I yelled, “I...” SPANK, “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to” I said, tears rolling down my cheeks now. He kept up a steady rhythm. I started kicking my legs uncontrollably, but he tightened his hold around my waist to keep me from moving around, and then, to my surprise he stopped spanking me.
“Alright, Katherine, it’s almost over. I just have to use the ruler now. How many times should it be?” he said and then softly, “I don’t want to overdo it, Kate.” He stroked my bottom softly, which made me clench my buttocks and squirm. “Is it too much? I can stop now, and we can…” and he trailed off, his hand going lower down to my pussy, which despite myself was quite wet.
I was sniffling and crying, but I got control of myself. “No, I’m okay. I…I think ten will do it…sir.”
“Okay,” he said, and gave me a minute to calm down while he rubbed circles on my lower back. Then he gave me the first stroke with no warning SMACK “OH!” SMACK…and on for ten. Then I lie there calming down, when I realized it was all over, I reached back to rub the sting out of my ass, but Fox slapped my hands away. “Uh uh, it’s my turn now,” he said, and I felt his hands press against my cheeks. I sucked in breath, it hurt, but it felt so good too. He squeezed my cheeks and then leant down and kissed my right cheek. “mmm…honey, they’re warm.” He said, nuzzling his cheek against my butt. I inhaled sharply as his not quite clean shaven face rubbed against my tender hind side.
“yeah, well, it’s not surprising after you practically killed me!” I said, dramatically, but not really angry. The opposite of angry, really.
“Shh…you be quiet now, or I’ll just start spanking again,” He teased, but I knew he wouldn’t, he was kneading my cheeks now, and I was squirming a little at how good it felt, Then I felt his thumb rubbing my pussy lips and positioning itself at my entrance.
“Hmmm…Fox, ooh,” I spread my legs wider and tried to push back on his hand, but he kept me from impaling myself.
“Just slow down there, young lady, who’s in charge here?” he said, laughing at me.
“Fox! Don’t tease me!” I said looking back at him, my eyes glazed over with lust. Just then he plunged his thumb deep into me, and hooked it inside me. He worked my lips and clit with his pointer, middle, and ring fingers.
“Oh, god! Mmm” I yelled out, and then turned around again, holding on to the chair for support. He got his hand nice and slick and then pulled his thumb out and started spreading my juices up to my anus. He held my cheeks open with his left hand and poked against my tight bud with his slick thumb.
“mmm, you’ve got a real tight ass,” Then he sounded concerned, “is this okay, Kate?”
I realized I needed to make it clear it was okay, he hadn’t done anything to me there before. “Yes! Yes, Fox! Put it in! It feels good. God, Fox, it’s so good.”
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I laughed at how desperate she was, and leaned down and kissed her left cheek again. Cupped my hand and ran it through her dripping pussy, getting her juices all on my fingers and rubbed into her crack and then nudged my thumb in there again. I ran the pad of my thumb over and around her pucker, just barely dipping in for a while until her body was fairly trembling over my knee, and then I forced it into her past the knuckle. Despite all the natural lubrication present, it was a tight fit, and I felt her clench tight around my thumb, her back arching, and a small cry coming from her. Then she was wiggling across my lap, but not trying to get away, almost pushing back onto my hand.
“Oh, Fox, nnngg…” her thighs were shifting, and she was bucking slightly, which made my thumb pop out of her.
“Hold still, Kate,” I said, putting my left hand on her left shoulder, holding her down, and pulling back on her shoulder as I pushed forward with my thumb again, sinking it all the way in. She bucked again, but then steadied into more of a subdued humping motion against my leg. With my thumb still in her ass, I pushed my middle and ring finger into her pussy, deep in, hooking them in her. I then started pumping my hand in and out of both her holes.
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I’d been rocking myself against his leg, stifling my moans, but when he started pumping my ass and pussy at the same time, I lost it again. I jerked, and closed my legs around his hand, moaning, almost crying, it felt so good, and so out of control. He’d fingered me before, but the sensation in my ass at the same time made the feeling seem to shoot through my whole body, and I couldn’t control it, couldn’t concentrate enough to calm down.
I felt his left arm move around my waist, holding me still, and his other hand kept pumping in and out. “Keep your legs open for me, Kate,” I heard faintly as I started over the edge, my moans and cries becoming more insistent and pathetic.
I opened my legs again, and he thrust forward deeper than before, “Oh! ooo!” My feet found purchase on the floor, and I strained my legs against the floor, keeping them open and tensed, pushing my ass up off his lap a little. He kept pumping into me, and I felt myself slipping over into orgasm. He felt it too as I started spasming and clenching around his fingers uncontrollably. He kept going as I collapsed over his lap, my body limp, but my pussy and ass still spasming. I felt him pumping still, and then slow, and then withdraw. I turned in his lap. As I turned over I saw him put his fingers to his mouth and lick them. He smiled at me and I bit my lower lip, embarrassed now that he was looking me in the eye.
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I saw her eyes dart to the side, “No, no. Look at me, Kate. Look at me. Here, taste yourself,” And I put my fingers to her mouth, pulling her lip out of her teeth and smearing her snatch over her lip. She licked at it and looked at me, but moved her head down again. I caught her chin with my thumb and pushed the fingers into her mouth, making her head stay up and looking at me, “That’s it, Kate, clean them off.” And she did, blushing slightly, but sucking them clean as I gently, slowly moved them in and out of her mouth. Then I drew them out and kissed her, sucking gently on her tongue.