Message-ID: <2042eli$9707111707@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Pellaz har-Aralis" Subject: [REPOST] Naughty Games, Ch2 - (BDSM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199707111928.MAA25335@f7.hotmail.com> _______________________________________________________ Get Private Web-Based Email Free http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------ If you can't separate fact from fiction, please go away! The following text was not written by me, it is fiction, and I am only reposting it. Be aware that possesion of this text might be illegal if you are too young, too old or if there are seriously weird decency laws where you live. ------------------------------------------------------------ From: an55148@anon.penet.fi (Hazer) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Naughty Games, Ch2 - (BDSM) Message-ID: <153357Z17011994@anon.penet.fi> Date: Mon, 17 Jan 1994 15:28:01 UTC Naughty Games by F. M. Hazer Chapter 2: Transgression The girls were giggling loudly as Amy drew her caricatures of the high school basketball players. It was still lunch break before first afternoon period, Miss Edwards' class, was to start. Amy and the three other girls were the only ones in the room waiting for the start of her class. Amy was at the blackboard with her back to the three other girls while she drew her "artwork." She drew stick figures with the heads in proportion to their egos. The giggling turned to outright laughter when Amy started to draw the heads in elongated shapes in relation to just how big a "dick head" each player was. The coup de grace was a picture of John Goldman who was the handsome leader of the basketball team. He also thought that he was God's gift to women. Amy's picture was a large upright penis, complete with circumcised head, short legs, and arms. The girls were roaring with laughter. Amy was just finishing the beady little eyes on the penis head when the laughter abruptly stopped. Amy turned around and felt the blood drain from her head when she saw Miss Edwards standing there watching. Miss Edwards said in a commanding voice "Erase that!" Amy quickly erase her masterpiece. Miss Edwards then said "See me after class." Amy sat through class contritely with a knot in her stomach. She knew that she was in big trouble. After class was over, she waited until all the other students had left and then walked up and stood in front of Miss Edwards's desk. She kept her eyes downcast and did not look at Miss Edwards. Miss Edwards said in a stern voice "So, you're quite and artist!" Amy didn't say anything. She just stood there with a somber look on her face; her eyes were on the floor just in front of her feet. Miss Edwards picked up a piece of paper and said with her cold-voice-of-doom "I'm going to write a note to your parents telling them about the dirty pictures that you like to draw. Have them both sign the note and bring it back to me tomorrow. If you don't bring the note back tomorrow, signed, then we'll take this little matter to the principal's office. Do you understand?" Amy said quietly "Yes Miss Edwards. Except, I don't have any parents." "Why not?" Miss Edwards asked. "They're both dead" Amy replied. Miss Edwards was saddened to hear that this beautiful girl was an orphan. Miss Edwards said in a somewhat softer voice, "Then have your foster parents sign it." Amy said "I don't have any foster parents." Miss Edwards replied "Well, you must have a legal guardian?" Amy said "Yes, my sister." Miss Edwards asked "How old is your sister?" Amy said "She's ten years older". Miss Edwards replied "She's TEN years old!!??" Amy said, "No, she's ten years older; she's 24." "What's her name?" Miss Edwards asked. "Judy" Amy replied. "All right," Miss Edwards said "then have Judy sign the note." Amy finally looked up at Miss Edwards and said "Oh no, please. It would just kill me for my sister to find out about this." Miss Edwards replied "I'm sure your sister won't kill you." Amy, now in a panic, said "No, you don't understand. She thinks I'm a real good girl. Oh please Miss Edwards, don't tell her. I'll do anything, PLEASE! Just don't tell her." The words "I'll do anything" rang through Miss Edwards' head. She could feel the moisture in her vagina. She had a vision of Amy turned over her knee while she spanked her naughty bottom. Could she maneuver Amy into such a situation? Did she dare try? Miss Edwards knew she was playing with fire. She felt like a moth being drawn to a flame, a flame named Amy. The flame was enticing and she knew that if she got too close that she could get burned. Miss Edwards proceeded cautiously and asked "What would your sister do if she found out about your dirty pictures?" Amy's eyes were again downcast and she replied in a barely audible voice "She'd spank me." There it was, an open invitation to Miss Edwards desires! Miss Edwards had difficulty maintaining her composure and controlling her breathing as she felt her sexual urge rise. The flame was now irresistible! Miss Edwards plunged ahead and asked "Do you think that would be an appropriate punishment?" Miss Edwards now saw a flush on Amy's downturn face as she meekly said "Yes Miss Edwards." With controlled breathing, Miss Edwards said "All right then, report to my office after school at 3:45. Go now." Amy picked up her books and walked out the door. Miss Edwards' next period was a free period. Her last class of the day was after that. She felt like a child the night before Christmas. She could hardly wait until 3:45. She got up and went to her office. She closed the door enough so that no one could see her from the classroom but so that she could hear if anyone came in. She removed her pantyhose and placed them in her purse. She then sat down at her desk, pulled up her skirt, and put her right hand down the front of her panties. She slid a finger into her wet slit and slowly massaged her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it was going to be like to have Amy draped over her knee. She would, at the very least, spank her over her skirt. She wondered if she could get away with lifting Amy's skirt and spanking her on her panty covered bottom. At least then she would be able to see Amy's buttocks redden during the spanking. She could feel the heat of the flame as she "flew" nearer. How far could she go before she got burned she wondered. She knew that what she really wanted, to spank the beautiful girl on her bare bottom, was out of the question. She would never get away with that. Still, a chance to spank Amy, even over her skirt, was irresistible. Miss Edwards was sitting at her desk in the classroom when Amy arrived. Miss Edwards said "Well, I see that you're right on time." She got up, went to the hallway door and locked it. She then escorted Amy to her office and locked the office door. Miss Edwards wondered if Amy could tell that her panties were wet. Miss Edwards said to Amy "Are we agreed that If I give you a spanking then I won't tell your sister about your dirty artwork?" Amy's eyes were again downcast and a visible flush was on her face. She said "Yes Miss Edwards." Miss Edwards placed an armless chair in the middle of her office, sat down and said "OK, over my lap." Amy moved to the right of Miss Edwards lap. Just as she was about to lay over Miss Edwards' lap, Amy reached up under her skirt with both hands, pulled down her underpants, quickly stepped out of them, and threw them out of sight behind Miss Edwards. She then laid down across Miss Edwards' lap, reached behind her and flipped up her skirt exposing her lovely bare bottom. Miss Edwards felt a surge of moisture in her vagina. Her mouth was dry as she stared at the lovely globes of Amy's backside. She knew now that the flame would immolate her. She didn't care, she was too far gone with lust. She raised her hand and brought it down with a solid smack on Amy's soft white left hemisphere. Amy let out a squeal. The reddening flesh outlined where her hand landed. Miss Edwards then smacked Amy's right cheek. She looked at the two red hand prints and could feel the gushing wetness in her panties. She then proceeded to spank Amy with alternating smacks to each cheek. Her deepest sexual desire was at last a reality. She covered the whole of Amy's bottom trying to remove all of the white until there was only flaming red left. She smacked and smacked as her breathing became labored and she could feel her orgasm growing within. Amy was breathing heavily too. Miss Edwards marveled that Amy could take such punishment without screaming or making a real fuss such as trying to squirm off of her lap. Miss Edwards was slapping with rapid strokes as her orgasm neared climax. Amy was now wiggling her bottom in all directions and kicking her legs around. However, she still did not cry out. Miss Edwards was wondering if she could climax quitely so that Amy wouldn't know about her perversion. As Miss Edwards was about to explode, she noticed as Amy was kicking her legs about, there were fingers working away rubbing the clit between the girls legs. Miss Edwards realized that Amy had put her right hand down between her legs and was masturbating. The sight was too much for Miss Edwards; her climax exploded in unison with Amy's. The two girls gasped as their bodies experienced orgasmic spasms for several seconds. Then, Amy slowly slid off of Miss Edwards lap and knelt quitely on the floor, breathing heavily. Miss Edwards stood up from the the chair and looked down at the lovely girl thinking "My God, what have I done now!" Amy looked up a Miss Edwards with a warm look in her eyes. Amy then reached up under Miss Edwards skirt, grab hold of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. As Miss Edwards yelled "Amy no!", Amy gently pushed Miss Edwards back down onto the chair. As Miss Edwards ankles were "bound" together by her own panties, she could not maintain her balance and was forced to sit. Amy quickly pushed Miss Edwards skirt up her legs as far as she could, pried her legs apart, and placed her face firmly into the black curly hair between Miss Edwards' legs. Miss Edwards again yelled "Amy! NO!" and placed her hands on the girls head. Amy's tongue started to work. Miss Edwards said yet again "Amy, no!". However, Miss Edwards made no attempt to physically removed Amy's head from between her legs. As Amy's tongue found Miss Edwards' clit, Miss Edwards verbal admonishments turned to swoons "Oooooo, Amy no." Miss Edwards quickly came; and came; and came! It was an Earth shattering orgasm. As Miss Edwards orgasm subsided, she began to think more clearly, with her head now instead of her clit. She was amazed at Amy's reaction to the spanking. Amy had been excited by the spanking to the point of orgasm. And, Amy was so excited that she "went down" on Miss Edwards. Miss Edwards was thrilled by Amy's reaction. However, allowing a student to perform cunnilingus on her would certainly not be considered "professional behavior" for a school teacher. She realized that all was lost. She had flown into the flame, except the flame was a bonfire and it had consumed her. She knew that her teaching career was over. She would never again be able to teach children. She would most likely have to register as a convicted sex offender, a child molester, wherever she moved. She might even be sent to prison. It was a heavy price to pay for a few moments of bliss! With great sadness, Miss Edwards looked down at the beautiful girl. Amy was wiping the wet secretions from her flushed face. Her greatest sorrow was that she would never see, no, she would never be able to "touch" this lovely girl again, when they found out. "WHEN they found out" she thought. "Why should anyone find out?" she wondered. There are only two people in the world who know what just happened. Certainly Miss Edwards herself would never say anything. "Could she maneuver Amy into not telling anyone?" she wondered, "Would it be fair to Amy to do such a thing?" As Miss Edwards was looking at the lovely girl, kneeling at her feet, trying to formulate her "battle" plan, Amy looked up at her with pleading eyes and implored "Oh Miss Edwards, I'm terribly sorry. Please don't tell anyone about this. Please. PLEASE!" Miss Edwards suddenly felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders; this was too easy. She said "I won't tell anyone if you promise not to tell anyone." Amy said with great relief "I promise I won't tell anyone. Oh thank you, Miss Edwards. Thank you." Amy jumped up and threw her arms around Miss Edwards' neck and hugged her. Miss Edwards returned the embrace. They now held a mutual secret, the initial bonding of what was to follow. Miss Edwards realized that the hour was getting late and the janitor would be coming soon to empty the waste baskets. She stood up, pulled up her wet panties, and stepped behind the chair to retrieve Amy's panties. She picked up Amy's panties and handed them to her. She started to say "Here, you'd better put these ba..." when she suddenly recognized the familiar cold sticky wetness in Amy's panties. Amy's panties were as wet as her own. No wonder Amy didn't want her to see them. She was turned on by the idea of being spanked, before it happened. And, then she actually "came" when it happened. Miss Edwards felt like she had just won the lottery. She had found a one-in-a million jewel, a precious gem; her name was Amy. She handed Amy her panties and said with great care and tenderness "You'd better get these out of sight. The janitor will be here soon." Amy put her panties back on while Miss Edwards went to the hallway door and unlocked it. 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