Message-ID: <6358eli$9802222001@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: kate1533@yahoo.com X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: New episodes: Incorrigible 2 & 3 M/F Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6co73m$jmp$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> I've had some trouble with the machanics of posting. This is my third try. This is still a work of fiction. You still shouldn't read it if you aren't old enough to know better. Don't read it if you don't like reading it, either. If you do like reading it, I'd like to know. Also helpful criticism is, well... helpful. Kate Episode 2 The phone rang and she picked it up. “Hi, Candy, it’s Mike. I said I’d call and I had a few minutes between classes. You don’t mind if I call you Candy? It seems to suit you.” She laughed a little breathlessly, and answered, “No, I’m delighted you called at all!” It had been four days and she had begun to doubt he would. “Are you?” he said it in the light voice that went with the warm smile. She didn’t answer. “Good. Are you alone right now?” When she affirmed it he said in a quiet command, “Take off your clothes for me.” She giggled but agreed and did it. “Now, are you standing in front of me naked?” “Yes” and to her surprise she felt she was. She blushed as he gazed up and down her body and when he asked if she had enjoyed it when he “toyed with her tits” , the left nipple hardened as if it had its own memory. She confessed she had and he asked if her nipples were erect, now. “Just the left one, the one you hurt.” “Touch it. Is it still sore?” “No, Mike, it feels fine.” “Good. Then let’s attend to the other. I’m going to tell you what to do to it, okay?” “Yes” “When I tell you to, you’re going to use your free hand to pinch it very hard, pull it out, and then twist it.” “Mike!” “Do it! Pinch it! Are you pinching it?” “Yes” “Are you pinching it hard enough? Does it hurt? Make it hurt.” “Oh! Yessss. I’m hurting it for you, Mike.” “That’s good, Candy. Now pull it out. Pull on it so you’re holding the whole tit’s weight by the nipple.” Her sharp intake of breath told him she’d complied. “Candy, you’re being very good! It’s almost over and then I’ll reward you. Twist it hard, now. Hold it the same way you have been and turn your wrist. There! Now let it go. It’s all over.Release it and immediately put your finger in your pussy. You can play with it, now. Is it wet? Tell me if you’re wet.” “Yes, I’m wet, it’s very wet.” “What is, Candy? Tell me what’s so wet.” “My vagina? My vagina’s very wet.” “No, it’s your pussy, Sweetie. Tell me how your pussy feels.” “My pussy is very wet, Mike. It--my pussy feels good.” She felt a little soiled by the dirty word. “Take some cunt juice and spread it on your nipples so they’re shiny and wet. ...Feel good?” His breath was becoming ragged and she could hear a rhythmic swishing of hand against trouser fabric. “Mmm h’mmm.” It felt wonderful! “Back to your pussy. Play with your clit very hard and fast. Very hard....faster....harder....now dip into the hole....go deep...smear it all over the lips and clit...now pinch your nipple....now finger fuck yourself...two fingers... faster... harder...cum, cum for me...cum for me...now...arghh!” The classic male grunt was heard and she realized it was over. The “window of opportunity” had closed. He laughed and said, “We’ll have to get you up to speed. Supper Thursday?” “I’d like that.” “Wear a skirt!” He clicked off. She gently stroked herself for some time before giving up. Episode 3 She got to class half an hour early on Thursday. She was wearing a full skirted flouncy two-piece dress in which she looked about sixteen. Her girlfriend called it her communion dress. Mike was there and walked over to her at the door. He twisted the knob to make it self-lock and then took her wrist and led her to a spot where they couldn’t be seen through the door window. “You look lovely” he said and bent her belly-down over a desk. She started up again but he held her down with one hand at the neck. “Ssh! I owe you this.” Then he took both her hands and held them behind her by the wrists together in one of his. “Not a sound!” he admonished as he tossed up her skirt and pulled down her hose and panties. The smack that followed astonished and frightened her. “This is for not cumming when I tell you to,” he said on the third resounding swat.”I wouldn’t do this if you didn’t need it. I will do whatever it takes to get you to focus your attention.” He continued with a heavier punishment than she had ever had as a child. “Stay still and take what you have coming to you. “ She had been squirming, in spite of herself. While she wanted to obey him (for no reason she could quite understand) she couldn’t control her reflexes to deflect and protect herself from the blows. When he experimentally released her wrists he saw with satisfaction that they fell limply to her sides.She didn’t even try to get up and he was grateful that the worst of her struggle was over. He ached all over (though particularly in his cock and balls, he thought ruefully) for the emotional upheaval she was enduring, but he knew it was for the best. She’d been a very brave girl and he was delighted with how she had tried so hard to please him. She couldn’t know about the pantyhose. He would probably have to come right out and tell her about stockings. Ultimately, he had to feel honored that she had chosen him as her first master, and was deeply impressed with the responsibility he had to nurture, guide and train her. So he sat down next to her and gently caressed her hot stinging cherry cheeks. Soothingly he said to her, “It’s all over now. You’ve been a very good girl, my little Candy.” As he stroked her hot little bum, he continued,” No one could expect you to do better your first time out, but you understand we have a long journey ahead of us.” When her first tear oozed out, he bent over and licked it off her cheek. “It’s okay to like it, sweetie,” he murmured when he saw her shudder, and now he included her snatch in his long comforting strokes. Her thatch of dark red hair felt sticky, he noted with pleasure, though the hair itself would have to go. No more than six minutes had elapsed since she walked through the door, but he knew that other students would be knocking at the door in less than ten minutes. He slid his middle finger between the lips and up to her little clit where he rested it, pressing, feeling it respond in surges. When he knew it was extended and hoodless, he firmly rotated it, persistently. She shifted, thrusting it at him and he told her to lie still, but it was the sign he’d been waiting for. He gave her credit for the few seconds she managed it, while he relentlessly flicked the powerful little switch, but was not unhappy to see the inevitible spasming begin. It gave him the excuse he needed to complete the first lesson. When he was quite sure that the chain reaction explosion was well in train, he thrust a finger deep into her hole and flexed it to and fro, while he resumed the spanking. To his immense gratification he saw that each time his now stinging palm met her sweet ass she quivered in newfound mysterious ecstasy. It was just the jolt she seemed to need to send her into further paroxysms. Yes! He had indeed discovered an important new talent! She was a natural, there was no doubt of it! When this had gone on for several minutes and he was convinced it would last as long as he allowed, he also saw that they were out of time. He withdrew from her and raised her back to the vertical and kissing her on the forehead, “You’ll want to freshen up in the lavatory before class. I know, I do.” So saying, he left the room and it can only be assumed he made it into a stall before he too exploded. She pulled up her panties and hosiery, feeling more than a little dazed and sore, confused and happy. A quick trip to the ladies room made it clear that any damage was internal, and she slipped into a seat, wincing a bit, five minutes before class was to start. The woman next to her smiled in sympathy and mentioned that her husband had back trouble.She shifted her weight around before deciding that she was sore all over and would have to put up with it. She sat through class in a stupor. When the others had left, Mike said, “You look a little peaked. Care for some barbecue?” “I’d love it, “ she answered, “but I need a quick trip to the ladies room, first, okay?” Once ensconced in a stall, she quickly stripped and redressed, stuffing her bra and panties into her shoulder bag. She puzzled over the pantyhose for a moment before she ripped a large hole in the crotch. Then she donned them after making a sizable contribution to the city’s fluid waste disposal. Hiking her skirt she had stood over the toilet; she really hadn’t wanted to sit on the hard seat. Fortunately, he had a big old American car, and it would be like riding on the livingroom sofa. Then she grimaced at the thought of the only slightly padded restaurant chairs. Was this going to be a constant consideration for the future? 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