Friday, 27 April 2012

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.


Anonymous said...

wonderful that you are till going..


Anonymous said...

Me delectat :)
The stories are great. Maybe some more Roman legions. U know the Romans had lots of slaves. And lots of whipping too... Just throwing it out there :P

Paul said...

I can understand Tom's confusion,
Girls are confusing, I think that they do it deliberately.
Love and warm hugs,

Anonymous said...

Always enjoy reading your stories; this one was nice, but, as you said, may have run its course.

Public whipping stories were excellent; perhaps, return to those when you are so inclined?

Anonymous said...

My dear -- write what moves, amuses or arouses you. YOU. What's the point, otherwise?


Janice said...

Dear Recidavist, long time, no see, good to hear from you. Hope you are well and happy.

Dear Anonymous, I do like the idea of Romans, and Roman slave markets and that sort of thing. Why not naked Egyptian temple dancers...? :-)

Dear Paul, I think we are...:-) And we do. And I think these girls know what they are doing.

Dear Anonymous, the public whippings are always hits, it seems.

Dear Wystan, I never thought of betraying that idea. Thank you for your support...:-)