Tom's School Days 24

I get so preoccupied with this story so I forget I can write something else. That is, something else fit for the blog. Maybe I should take a break and write something different? I don't know.

Tom was a little hesitant in the beginning, being a little overwhelmed by the sound of the leather of his belt against Stephanie's soft bottom. And the sounds of distress she uttered. She didn't protest, or say anything so he kept on.

He got into a pace of smacking her, and sensing her wriggle in his lap. In a way he found that he actually enjoyed the sensation of her body moving against his. It encouraged him to smack a little harder, to increase the frequency.

Soon he was smacking along, in a good, steady pace. Stephanie was panting, and sighing, and giving out small pathetic sounds of distress. In his current state of mind, those sounds only made him want to spank her more. So he did.

Tom stopped to take a breath, and happened to look down on Stephanie's buttocks. They were now not only bruised from before, but had taken on a very active red colour. Suddenly Tom felt bad about spanking her.

'Maybe,' he said, hesitantly, 'maybe we are done.'

Stephanie didn't reply.

He put down the belt, and stared at her bottom for a while. Then he gently touched her right buttock. Stephanie let go of a strange sound, like a sigh. Her skin felt hot.

The next thing he knew, he was caressing her buttock, sensing the skin under his hand. Stephanie wriggled in his lap. He extended his attention to the other buttock. He was captivated, and thought that he should, perhaps, not do this, but since Stephanie didn't protest, he decided to continue.

In his exploration of Stephanie's buttocks, he happened, accidentally to let his fingers slip in between them, and was surprised by the reaction he got. Stephanie moaned. First he thought that perhaps she was in pain.

Then he couldn't help himself, so he did it again. This time she wriggled. The third time she whimpered, and began to squirm. He was quite surprised by her reaction.

With a sigh, and a wriggle, she slipped off his lap.

'Oh, did I hurt you?'

He didn't get a reply. Stephanie's body began to shiver, and Tom was convinced she was in pain. Then she looked up at him, with tears in her eyes.

She wasn't sobbing, she was laughing.

She struggled for breath, she was laughing so much. Tom was confused. He stared at her, and didn't understand a thing.

Stephanie was still laughing as she got to her feet, and pulled her knickers up.

'I...I got to go,' she had a hard time talking, she was sobbing with laughter.

'What's the matter, did I do something wrong?'

'No, Tom, nothing wrong, that was great. You're such a silly boy, at times. But I love you for that.'

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then she went away. Tom was left on the bench, with his belt by his side, and his mind more confused than ever.

Tom's School Days 23

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.'

'Really?'

'Really!'

'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.'

'Any time.'

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...?'

'Don't ask.'

'All right.'

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.'

'My belt?'

'Yes, you know, your belt, the thing that holds your trousers up.'

'Oh, my belt.'

'Yes, your belt.'

'Do you really want that?'

'Mmmm.'

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?'

'I'm sure.'

'Ready?'

'Ready, but you're forgetting something.'

'What?'

'Skirt?'

'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.'

'You mean...?'

'Yes.'

'Oh.' Tom took hold of Stephanie's knickers and pulled them down. She obediently lifted her hips to help him.

'Now, then, ready?'

'Yes.'

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?'

'Your call.'

'All right.'

Then he smacked her. Stephanie jumped, and let out a moan.