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Soon Tom forgot to feel guilty, and focussed completely on Stephanie's lips, lips and tongue. In fact, her use of her mouth was so persuasive that he even forgot to be cautious. He had had too many bad experiences in similar circumstances, so something was only to be expected.
As it happened no one came, no one interrupted them, so Stephanie had time to show off her skills regarding this kind of activities.
Tom had to bite his lip in order not to cry out loud. And soon he was unable to hold it back, even if he may have wanted to.
When they were done, and his precious member was back in its confinement, Stephanie looked up at Tom, and smiled.
'Steph,' he sighed.
'I know,' she purred.
'I don't know what to say.'
'You don't have to say anything.'
'But...what about you?'
'What about me?'
'I mean, what about you? How are you...I mean, don't you want...?'
'No, that's quite all right, I'm happy if you're happy.'
'I feel like I should, you know, do something for you.'
'If you really want to do something for me...'
'Yeah, I do.'
'There is something you could do.'
Stephanie rose up, but instead of standing up, she seemed to slip over his knees, in a slithering, very soft moment, until she was lying on his thighs.
'Is this what I think it is?' Tom said.
'I think it is.'
'But Steph, you have just been caned.'
'I am healing well.'
'Are you sure?'
'I am sure.'
'But why would you want to...you know...?'
Tom stared at Stephanie's bottom, clad in her regulation skirt.
'With my hand, then?' he asked.
'If you haven't brought anything sharper.'
'No, I don't think so.'
'If you want, Tom, you could always use your belt.'
'Yes, you know, your belt, the thing that holds your trousers up.'
'Oh, my belt.'
'Yes, your belt.'
'Do you really want that?'
Tom hurried to unbuckle his belt and pull it from his trousers. He held it in his hand, and saw that he could actually get a good swing with it.
'Are you sure?'
'Ready, but you're forgetting something.'
'Oh.' Tom lifted Stephanie's skirt. He was suddenly very embarrassed since his member reacted to the sight of her knicker-clad bottom. He hadn't expected that, having exhausted it just recently.
'Well then...,' he said.
'We're not ready yet.'
'Oh.' Tom took hold of Stephanie's knickers and pulled them down. She obediently lifted her hips to help him.
'Now, then, ready?'
Tom hesitated. He looked at Stephanie's bottom. There were still some bruises and marks left, but somehow it seemed as if she was right, that she was healing well. Tom still wasn't sure if he should really.
'We can't wait all night,' Stephanie said.
'All right, then, here it comes. How many?'
Then he smacked her. Stephanie jumped, and let out a moan.
Saturday, 31 March 2012
'How did I do?' Tom asked Amanda, as they walked together from the Dungeon. The other girls had left before, so they were alone, as Amanda locked the door and they left together.
'You did well,' Amanda said, 'brilliantly.'
'I wasn't too harsh?'
'No, not at all, she deserved it.'
'I kind of got carried away.'
'You liked it, then?'
'Truth to be told, Amanda, I think I did. And I feel bad about that.'
'It seems wrong to enjoy such a thing.'
'Why would that be wrong?'
'She was in pain, and I just...enjoyed it.'
'Everybody's happy then!'
'What do you mean?'
'What do you think I mean?'
'She can't have...I mean...she really can't...can she?'
'She knows the rules.'
'I wouldn't enjoy it, not like that.'
'We're all different, let's leave it at that.'
'Perhaps that's for the best.'
'Let me put it like this. I know, for a fact, that you have got yourself some admirers. And that your actions haven't really helped preventing the breaking of rules.'
'I don't understand your lot.'
'You mean us, or girls in general?'
'Both, I think.'
Amanda was smiling as she left. Tom stood for a while, watching her leave. He was strangely pleased with the sight of her, how she moved, the silent confidence, or was it happiness, that her almost skipping walk revealed.
'Tom!' a voice came from the darkness of the cloister.
'Yeah, it's me.'
'What you're doing there?'
'What you're doing with the weird girls?'
'I don't know, Steph, truth to be told, I don't know.'
'They're a creepy bunch.'
'I wouldn't call them creepy. Weird is all right, but not creepy.'
'That Amanda Tilly girl, she is strange. And her friend, the red haired one...'
'Perhaps. Anyway, she was stripped by GPS the other night, and she was given detention. She deserved it, silly girl!'
'It was FDF, actually.'
'You know a lot about that.'
'Talking about stripping...'
'Are you serious?'
'I'm always serious. Let's sneak into the garden.'
'Is it safe?'
'As safe as it gets, around here.'
'Sorry about the Tower.'
They found a secluded corner in the Garden. Tom sat on the stone bench, with Stephanie beside him. She wasted no time. Her hand slipped down his trousers.
'What have you been up to?' she giggled.
'Oh, nothing much.'
'Was it because of seeing little me?'
Tom hadn't realised how aroused he had been when whipping Annabelle, and now he didn't want to tell Stephanie about it.
As Stephanie's fingers gripped his member, his thoughts wandered away to the meeting in the Dungeon, to Annabelle's naked body, her round and fair bottom, and to the vicious cane in his hand, and to the sound of it as it travelled through the air, towards its encounter with her soft buttocks.
He felt a little guilty for thinking of Annabelle at the same time as Stephanie helped his sex out of the confinement of his trousers, and how she, still with her fingers around it, slid down on her knees, and let her lips move to embrace it.