Chloe’s game 4

Posted on August 13, 2014 by jaime

Chloe stood and faced me, still with her hands on her head. I wanted to step out of role to check that she was all right, that her consent was real, to reassure her. But that would only be about reassuring me. Chloe had shown me what she wanted, she’d taken a brave risk, relying on my response, and so I swallowed my doubts and tried to be worthy of her.

Yeah, I felt ridiculous. It was like I was channelling this. (I think this is a British music-hall comedian called Jimmy Edwards, by the way.)

Mr Mortimer the strict teacher might be ludicrous, but I could be him, and he could do this. He said, “Well, Miss Sendak, Miss – what the hell was her name? – Laffers or something says that you have been a Very Naughty Girl.”

“Miss Laforge is silly.”

Mr Mortimer also felt slightly silly, but he did have an erection.

He realised that he did have a script for this game. There were any number of literary sources. He said, “I think you’ll find, young lady, that you’ll think twice before you say that again.”

“Hah.” Chloe put her tongue out.

If I were not already in love with her, I’d have fallen at that moment. I wanted to multiply into many men, like Krishna with the Gopi girls, to fuck her in every way simultaneously. I wanted to whip her mercilessly and caress her gently. I wanted us to dissolve in mist and merge. She was my fellow pervert, she was brave, beautiful, clever and generous.

And, of course, she was as cute as a baby panda, if one were to put its hands on its head and poke its tongue out.

Chloe’s game 3

Posted on August 12, 2014 by jaime

I opened Chloe’s desk drawer. There I found a long and heavy leather strap, three inches wide and nearly five feet long. There was a buckle at one end, but it was too big to have been a belt. Chloe later told me it had been part of an old suitcase.

The drawer also contained a wooden hairbrush and a heavy wooden ruler, and a jar of something that said on the lid that it was Dubbin. I assumed Dubbin must be lubricant, Chloe for the buggering of. Ignorant sod that I was.

Chloe had collected these items from her parent’s home, along with her old school uniform. She’d worn that uniform in earnest just five years earlier. Somehow, in the intervening time, it had turned into a sexual costume. It was a self-mocking costume, like a naughty nurse outfit or a French maid’s costume. But once all the layers of irony had been duly acknowledged, she still looked sexy.

I picked up the belt. I’d only hand spanked Chloe, apart from a couple of occasions I’d used the back of her hairbrush. A strap seemed much more serious.

I folded it and hit my palm experimentally. It gave a slow and heavy impact, more of a thud than a sting. And a satisfying clap.

Chloe winced. I supposed she must have already tested the leather on her leg, to see how it would feel.

I felt, again, that familiar rush of power and sexual energy. “All right, girl.” I coughed. “All right, girl. Stand up.”

Chloe’s game 2

Posted on August 11, 2014 by jaime

I took this in, astonished, and Chloe met my gaze with embarrassment that was no doubt genuine, though it suited the role she was playing. I knew what role-playing was, but I wasn’t sure I wanted it. We had serious things to talk about, hadn’t we?

Anyway, the closest I’d come to role-playing was as Ostler (one line) in a school production of Henry IV Part I. I was nobody’s actor. And the note was to Mr Mortimer, who seemed a very authoritarian sort of fellow. I wasn’t sure I could do him. I wasn’t authoritarian, back then. I might provide pain, for sexual purposes, but I didn’t give orders.

Where did all this come from? I wondered what would happen if I just said, “Anyway Chloe, so how was your day?” I laughed, briefly, at that thought. Chloe’s face fell.

Not quite like this, but the same general effect.

Christ. I lent down and kissed her forehead and whispered, “No, darling, you’re … I wasn’t laughing at you. Sorry. You’re fine.”

Straightening, I said, “So, Miss Sendak, it seems you’ve been a naughty girl.” I sounded nervous. I might be a fearsome disciplinarian, but I didn’t seem to have the voice for it yet.

Chloe said, “Miss Laforge is mean, and I bet you’re mean too. And I’m not sorry, and I’m not scared of the strap, anyway.”

“Strap?” I forgot to be Mr Mortimer. “What strap?”

“It’s in the drawer.”

Chloe’s game 1

Posted on August 10, 2014 by jaime

I was talking about teacher/schoolgirl stories and roleplays. I mentioned that I’d learned how to go deeper and darker, as a dom, than I’d ever been before, by playing that game. It’s a silly scenario, but it did turn out to have more power than I expected.

Here’s the story: (an excerpt from a book I’m trying to sell, as it happens):

Chloe’s game 1

The message was from Chloe, inviting me to visit. It was odd she hadn’t called my mobile. I supposed she’d wanted to leave a message without talking to me. There was something odd in her tone. She sounded very earnest. She didn’t answer, on either phone, when I called her back.

So I drove round and warily walked the path to her room. Chloe must have heard my approach, because the door was open for me, despite the cold. She sat, an extraordinary sight, on a wooden chair she must have borrowed from the elderly couple she was renting from.

She wore a white shirt, top buttons undone, and a tie with bottle green and emerald green stripes. The blazer was green with a shield and a Latin motto; hardship led, as it so often does, to the stars. The skirt was bottle green, pleated, and tiny. I stared stupidly at her.

Chloe said nothing, but passed me an envelope she’d been holding in both hands.

I took it, and she placed her hands on her head, fingers interlaced.

The envelope contained a folded note in Courier font:

Dear Mr Mortimer,

Chloe Sendak, the bearer of this note, has been late for school three times this week despite repeated warnings. She had been caught vandalising school property and stealing from other girls. Worse, she has made up an extremely improper poem about poor “Chalky” Carstairs. I have spoken to Chloe about her misconduct but she responded quite insolently. I have referred her to you because of your reputation for strictness. This girl requires firm corporal punishment on the bare buttocks, though you have my consent to remove her clothing altogether. Please punish Chloe extremely severely, and then keep her in overnight.

Yours faithfully,

Rowena Laforge

Form teacher, Upper Sixth Girls

Rowena Laforge didn’t exist, as far as I knew, but she’d signed her name in spidery green ink.

Probation Officer #223: A night with Ana 15

Posted on May 16, 2014 by jaime

Ana looked at me querulously. A red stripe was forming down her left buttock. “What was that for?”

“Warning for you. If you let my cock slip out of your mouth before I’ve come, I’ll give you, I don’t know, a least a dozen before you get my cock back. Understood?”

“Um. Oh-kay…”

“And when I come, you’re going to..?”

“Swallow it all.”

“Good girl. Course you are. And if you didn’t, what would you get?”

“Your belt.”

I lowered her head onto my cock. It was a perfect world, her mouth and tongue. We’d had a busy night, but this was the first time she’d had her mouth on my cock.

Except, maybe, for that night with Sa’afia. I shook my head. I didn’t know what had happened that night, and maybe I never would.

Ana looked up at me and smiled, keeping her mouth, technically speaking, on my cock. “Your belt across my bum. You’re a mean man.”

Ana brought her arms forward, resting her upper body on her elbows and caressing the shaft of my cock with her fingers, while her lips took care of the head. Her mouth was still slightly cool from the ice-cream. I said, “That’s right.”

Probation Officer #222: A night with Ana 14

Posted on May 15, 2014 by jaime

Ana had cushions under her hips, keeping her ass in the air. Her hands were tied behind her back, with my belt. She could probably get out of that, if she tried. It was the position she’d been in when we’d last fucked. That was about midnight. It was one in the morning.

I was feeding her strawberries and ice-cream – with my hands – and she was hungry, so she had no reason to try to move. All good things were coming to her.

We hadn’t stopped to have dinner, and now we weren’t going to. Eventually she finished the plate I’d brought her. I said, “good girl.” I’d checked with her, that she liked being told she was good, when she was. She was good, when she wanted to be, and she liked my approval.

I held her wineglass – filled with water, now – to her lips and tilted. Ana drank. Eventually she nodded her head, so that water spilled down over the pillow. I smacked her bottom, because of the spillage, and then gave her my hand to lick clean.

She spent a long time on my fingers, once she’d got the white mess of my palm. There was symbolism going on there. Ana was demonstrating a skill.

I said, “All right.” I reached over and undid the belt, freeing her hands. Ana made a small protesting noise. She’d liked being tied. I said, “you’ll need your hands.”

“Mfffff?”

I put my knees on the pillow, on either side of Ana’s face. I took a handful of hair and pulled her head up. Ana opened wide, without being told. But I smacked her bottom with the belt anyway. Hard enough to fill the room with impact noise and make her left buttock shake.

Probation Officer #221: A night with Ana 13

Posted on May 14, 2014 by jaime

A little later I knelt between Ana’s thighs. Ana took my cock in her hand as I lowered myself onto her body, and squeezed me hard enough to make me gasp before she guided me into her.

Though we wanted to merge, it was our first time and it had to be savoured. I stopped, just inside her, because this was a moment.

I looked down at Ana. She was darkly golden, rounded and firm, and she was looking back up at me. I can’t possibly have been as beautiful to her as she was to me, but she liked what she saw.

That mystified me, made me think I was getting away with something. But I forget that miracle a second later, as I always do, and I moved forward, taking a few more centimetres of her. Ana closed her eyes. I watched her mouth settle into what looked like a relaxed and forgiving half smile, and I felt a moment of absurd cock pride. (“This cock is making you happy. And, girl, I got more. Wait till you have all of it. Hey!” Well, I told you it was absurd.)

I’d paused, and then slipped in a little further into warm wetness. Ana shook her head gently. She said, “Oh, this is so about time.” She sounded smug.

It’d been about eleven months, from the first time Ana and I had desired each other to this moment. That thought reminded me that there had been and still were good reasons for not fucking Ana. I said nothing, but moved forward again. Her cunt was honeyed, it held me, it was heaven. Our pubic bones touched.

All of my cock was in her. I could feel my glans pressing up against her cervix. We should be careful about that, and we wouldn’t be. We’d fuck as hard as we could, I knew that.

Ana reached up and touched my face, then put her hands above her head, reaching back for something to hold onto. She found the end slats of my bedhead and held them. I could imagine, for the time being, that her body was mine.

I moved in her. Ana sighed again. I stopped having thoughts.

Probation Officer #220: A night with Ana 12

Posted on May 13, 2014 by jaime

I finished taking my pants off, and then put my knees on the edge of the bed. I leaned forward and put my hands under Ana’s ass, and lifted her a few centimetres.

Ana made a little strangled noise. I suppose she may have thought I intended to use my belt on her inner thighs. I edged further forward, pulling her down the bed so that my face and her cunt met like a greedy man and a quarter of watermelon. Ana snorted through her nose when my tongue entered her, and her head fell back onto the bedcovers.

For a while she lay passive while I tongued her, and it wasn’t until she began to make answering micro-movements of her hips that I rewarded her by putting two knuckles inside her cunt, and concentrated my tonguing on and around her clitoris. With that she wax roused and rutting, fucking my face with some desperation and determination.

Shj\e made the sound of a woman yowling with a leather belt in her mouth. I stayed with her while her movements sped up, and her stomach muscles tightened, and the yowling intensified, and took a questioning tone. I realised, when everything seemed to be moving fast and wetly all around me, that I’d told her not to come without permission, and also that I’d told her not to speak.

I said, “Yes, little Ana love, yes, of course you – ”

That was all I needed to say on that topic. Ana’s thighs closed on my face, held me hard and then opened as wide as she could. I put my hands back under her buttocks and squeezed as hard as I could, meaning to hurt her a little. Her orgasm was muffled by the belt, but it shook her hard.

Ana lay back, puffing, with her mouth open, and the belt staying in place because of gravity more than anything else. Still, it hadn’t left her mouth. I kissed sweet skin just beside her cunt. I grinned, immensely pleased with her. “Good girl.”

Probation Officer #219: A night with Ana 11

Posted on May 12, 2014 by jaime

“In case you don’t behave.”

Ana frowned, looking up at me, then at the belt, then at me. Eventually she nodded. She believed that if she displeased me I’d strap her, and for the time being she thought that was sexy, if not exactly reasonable. Sex is strange, and so is politics.

When I’d thrown the belt I hadn’t meant much by it – when you take off a belt it has to go somewhere – but Ana had made it an item with meaning. So I had to come up with a use for it, short of walloping her with it.

I said, “Take the belt and hold it in your mouth. Still folded. Like a dog fetching a leash.”

Ana complied. It took her a couple of tries, but she found it easier once I told her she wouldn’t need to speak.

“Good girl. Now, would you like a really hard whipping, one that’s no fun at all?”

Ana’s eyes were wide, and she shook her head emphatically, the buckle rattling as it waggled from side to side.

“Good choice. Then don’t let the belt slip out of your mouth. And don’t bite on it. No toothmarks, or I’ll be … cross. It stays in your mouth until I need it, or I say you can take it out. Understood, girl?”

Ana’s mouth worked for a second, before she remembered to nod rather than try to speak. I smiled at her. “Good girl. Now spread your legs.”

Probation Officer #218: A night with Ana 10

Posted on May 11, 2014 by jaime

Eventually she turned her head to look up at me. “My god. Fuck. What the hell was that?”

I didn’t answer, because there were things I could say about what had happened, but they were technical, boring and out of place. Instead I pulled at her right hip. She understood and turned, so she sprawled face up in my lap, though we were still a shambles.

I gathered her up in my arms, and she put her arms round my neck and said, “carry, carry” while I took her to my bed, and deposited her onto her back.

She looked up at me, only raising her head. “God, you’re still dressed. Hadn’t you better..?”

“Ah.” I took off my tie and worked my way down my shirt buttons.

She watched me with apparent critical interest, her spirit returned. She was trying to make me feel uncomfortable.

I undid my pants and took my belt off, looking back at her. I folded the belt double, and tossed it so it lay beside her. She regarded it with the wariness with which she might look at a snake.