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New Year’s Resolutions
The afternoon sun had warmed Jenni enough that she no longer needed the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The rising temperature was a good thing, since a number of vehicles had slowed down considerably as they passed, the drivers staring openly at her as she moved briskly down the sidewalk. Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if they had some bizarre expectation that she would throw open the blanket to reveal a beautiful and extremely naked body. She smiled to herself, toying with the idea, but discarded it after thinking it through. No matter how arousing the concept, there could be unintended consequences.
She folded up the blanket and tucked it up under an arm. Once exposed however, the ultra tight blue-colored shorts and crop top made for few changes in speed from passing motorists. If anything, the skimpy outfit made it worse. Now they slowed down to stare at the barely dressed girl, undoubtedly concerned about the fact that she was somewhat undressed for a quite cool New Year’s Day, or more likely, marveling at the exquisite curves wishing they could see more of her. Her chest was unusually well rounded for someone of her petite size and the shape of her hips and ass were almost as exquisite. Some drivers didn’t even pick up speed after passing her, undoubtedly staring in the rearview mirror at her bottom, half of each delicate cheek exposed by the lack of covering.
She had slept in late and then Ms.Temis had kept her past lunch. It had been a difficult night trying to sleep with the vibrating egg buzzing around inside her, but she’d managed to nod off, her dreams filled with the memories of New Years Eve. The things Ms. Temis and Mr. Styne had done to her, inflicting a panoply of torment on her bound body, only to express dismay as practically everything they did to her, no matter how painful, only pushed her right back toward another orgasm had been amazing. She’d slept restlessly, her hips twitching constantly, her sex tightening with incessant longing as she relived the experience in her dreams, waking up so desperate that when Ms. Temis, holding her leather paddle, had ordered her to lie on the kitchen table, legs spread, she’d eagerly accepted.
Jenni had cum quickly before their late breakfast, crying out in ecstasy. But then, instead of the expected flurry of excruciating strokes, Ms. Temis had pulled her blows, leaving a series of half-hearted love taps on Jenni’s pussy and breasts. Jenni didn't understand why Ms. Temis hadn’t given her the searing spanks Jenni was used to. The kind she wanted. It had left her feeling churlish, and despite trying very hard to hint that she needed more severe correction, Ms. Temis had ignored her. After letting her up and feeding her, Ms.Temis had offered to drive her home, but Jenni had adamantly refused, slipping into her clothes and heading out the door, only to look back at Ms.Temis’ concerned face.
“Go straight home!” Ms.Temis had ordered, face pinched with concern. “You can deliver the blanket some other day.”
Jenni took a deep breath. She could feel herself shaking. She wasn't scared though. Far from it. The shaking she felt stemmed from an entirely different source. She turned at the familiar driveway and walked up to the single story bungalow and rang the doorbell, just as she had done the day before. A moment later Mr.Styne opened the door. He looked a little ragged, wearing just a tee shirt, shorts, and a blue bathrobe. He paused, reflecting on the sudden appearance of one of his naughtiest students, and ran his hand through his thinning hair.
“You know,” he said conversationally, leaning against the door frame with a wry smile. “I didn't expect to see you until the first day of school. After the punishment inflicted upon you last night, I figured you'd need a week to recuperate. Hell, I'm surprised you are walking.”
“Thank you for your concern, sir.” She slung the blanket around and held it out. “I needed to return your blanket.” Styne took the cloth and tossed it inside the residence.
“I appreciate that,” he said politely. “You do realize that by coming here, again, you've just committed another violation of the district's policy against students visiting instructors at their private residences? It means that I'm within my rights to pull you in here, strip you naked, and give you another twenty strokes.” His eyes narrowed. “In any spot I want.”
She nodded in total agreement, her innocent face only revealing her thoughts about that idea with an alarmingly eager sparkle in her eyes. “Yes sir. I realize that my actions have consequences.” She gave him a sheepish look. “Which is why I'm also here to return your vibrating egg toy.”
Styne blinked. “You have it?” He exclaimed. He let out a snort. “I've been searching everywhere for that damn thing.” He held out his hand. “Well, give it to me.”
Jenni’s hand swung around to her rump and she produced a pink box tugging it out of her elastic waistband. The connecting wire led down the front of her shorts, making it rather obvious where the rest of the device could be found. She held the control box out and Styne took it, checking the setting.
“Medium?” He scoffed. “That seems a little tame for you.”
Jenni blushed and looked down with embarrassment. “I started the vibrations on high, but I accidentally had an orgasm on my way over here. I wasn't sure if that one would count against me as unauthorized, so I figured I should turn it down and let the pressure build back up.”
Styne lifted an eyebrow and looked down. It wasn’t terribly obvious, but now that he knew to look for it, he could see where her shorts had darkened slightly at the crotch. He sighed with a shake of his head. “Why would an orgasm experienced while walking in public, dressed like a tart, using a stolen sex toy, not count?” He asked wryly.
She lifted an eye and batted her lashes. “Exactly, sir. That’s what I thought too.”
Styne stared at her for a moment, then his thumb slid against the controls. Jenni’s eyes widened and she gasped, even as her denim clad hips twitched at the increase. The stronger vibrations made her entire sex tighten up. “Well?” Styne demanded. “Are you going to return it?”
Jenni hesitated. “Here, sir?”
Styne glanced around and snickered. “I doubt anyone will notice, but even if they do…”
Before he even finished the directive, her fingers had slipped into the waistband of her shorts and shoved it down, revealing her panti-less state. Styne watched as the shorts dropped to her knees, and then with a cute little ass wiggle, all the way to her ankles. Then she stepped out of them and her flip flops at the same time. She didn’t even look around, afraid someone might see. Public nudity was not something that bothered Jenni.
Jenni took hold of the wire. “Sir? Before you take the vibrating egg back sir, there is just one more thing. Last night's final punishment...” To his surprise, she took a step, spreading her cute little bare feet ridiculously wide. She still didn’t bother to look around, as if her blatant nudity on his doorstep was totally acceptable.
Styne looked down at the apex of her slit and noted that her sex looked relatively undamaged. Sure, her clit was still swollen, and there was that fetching little bruise along her left labia, but for the most part she appeared healthy. Of course he could see the wetness coating her petals. She must have been seriously aroused, but then what did he expect? She’d admitted to cumming once on the walk over from Agnus’ place. And she’d even left the vibrations on.
“What about last night’s punishment?” He asked, his thumb playing with the level of the vibrating egg, switching the intensity of the vibrations from high to medium, then down to low, only to push them up to high again. Her eyes widened and she let out a soft gasp, her hips thrusting forward in response to the surges of sexual stimulation. She stood there on his stoop, trying not to react as the now varying buzz of the vibrating egg, combined with the thrill of exposure, made her tremble. She licked her lips, her mind already starting to short-circuit from the pleasure and anticipation racing through her. Finally she managed to put a coherent thought together and articulate it.
“I was only given nine of the twenty strokes I earned,” she said, already trembling with lust. “That doesn't feel right.”
Styne’s eyebrow went up again, his thumb still playing with the controls. “You feel gypped that you didn't get a full twenty strokes of a dragontail whip to your pussy?”
She nodded. “What's right is right, sir.”
Styne crossed his arms, staring at the half naked, sexually voracious, gorgeous girl, standing with her legs wide apart on his doorstep, a pink wire running from the control box in his hand to the massive vibrating egg stuffed in her pussy. “Let me get this straight. You show up at my door barely dressed, earning a punishment of twenty strokes, only to confess you are stuffed with property belonging to me and taken without my consent, thus earning a second, similar punishment, while confessing that said property operated by you caused an unauthorized orgasm on the way over here, earning a third punishment. And finally, you want me to finish the eleven strokes you earned but didn't receive last night?”
She nodded, smiling steadily. “Yes sir,” she said eagerly. “I'm so close to popping now sir, I'd appreciate it if you used the dragontail on my pussy as soon as possible, before I accidentally cum.”
“Jenni, if I let you in, that’s seventy-one strokes! Every single one on your pussy!”
She nodded, then bit her lip, giving him a sly look. “Technically, I’m also not wearing a bra or panties, sir. And since receiving my earned punishment from last night makes this a school function, I should be punished for those violations as well.” She paused and licked her lips. “That would be another twenty to my…” she paused, blushing crimson again, only to point at her vibrating, soaked crotch and thrust it forward. “And twenty for my breasts.”
Styne blinked. “Take off your shirt,” he ordered. She pushed her shirt up, exposing her bare breasts, again not caring that she was still standing on his doorstep, in complete view of anyone passing by. Styne looked at her impressive chest, her boobs firm and full and the size of freaking grapefruit. The flogging he'd delivered to her tits the night before had left her chest a rosy pink color, some which still remained.
“You,” he added, “are incorrigible.” He declared as she peeled the material off over her head, her long brown hair falling free. Now she really was completely naked, legs spread wide, her hips already rolling from the sexual stimulation she was enduring. She dropped the shirt on the ground next to her shorts and flip flops.
“Yes sir,” she agreed immediately. “That's why I deserve to be punished.”
Styne tugged on the wire leading to the vibrating egg and she gasped, then allowed herself to be pulled across the threshold, leaving her clothing and shoes on the stoop. He let the door swing shut behind her.
“You know,” he said roughly, “The rules also state that before I deliver any corporal punishment, I’m required to thoroughly sensitize each target zone.”
She nodded, the excitement running through her. “I understand, sir. And I’ll try my best not to accidentally cum while you sensitize me.”
Styne shook his head. “Cumming while being sensitized is also a violation.”
“Yes sir,” she replied immediately, following him willingly as he continued to pull her forward by the wire going to her sex. The mattress upon which she’d been bound the night before was still laying on the floor, the white fitted sheet showing the stains of the numerous unauthorized explosions she’d failed to control. The tray full of objects she’d been fucked with was sitting on the nearby coffee table, and both Mr. Styne’s leather paddle and the dragontail whip lay on the floor, discarded after they’d been used. Mr Styne maneuvered her onto the mattress.
“Turn around, get on your hands and knees, and stick your ass high up in the air,” he said. She gulped eagerly, turned and then dropped down. He held the control box that went to the vibrating egg in her pussy as she got in the required position and he marveled at the exquisite beauty of her body. He squatted down for a moment, getting closer to her sex. With the better angle he could see the rippling pattern from the previous night’s punishments, marks where she had been struck between the legs. He turned the vibrating egg up to full power, noting the way her sex tightened as he straightened back up.
“Spread your legs,” he told her, setting the control box down. She moved her knees a few inches further apart. “More,” he added.
She licked her lips and her bottom dropped a bit, but the total exposure of her pussy was well worth it.
“Now put your right hand between your legs, underneath your cunt.”
“Sir,” she said, her voice somewhat strained. “If you don’t punish me soon I’m going to explode.”
Styne nodded, picking up the battery operated massager. “I have no doubt,” he said with a grin. “But we both know that such an action is because of your inability to control yourself, and constitutes another violation of the school disciplinary code. Now, get your hand down between your knees like I told you.”
She closed her eyes. “Yes sir.” She could feel the tension in her thighs, her legs spread, knees bent, and the incessant vibration of the giant egg shaped sex toy in her pussy was driving her crazy. She moved her right arm outward and then down, under her hip until it rested on the mattress, just beneath her pussy. She tried to focus on her breathing. She wanted to touch herself, but didn’t dare, not with him standing right there.
He pushed something into her hand and her fingers curled around it. It took only a moment for her to realize what she was holding.
“You will press the massager to your clitoris, holding it there, counting down audibly from thirty. When you get to the end, you will pull the massager away from your cunt and I will deliver the first stroke. You will then immediately press the massager back to your stinging pussy. Do you understand?” He reached over and picked up the dragon tail whip.
Jenni sucked in a breath, excitement streaming through her. “Yes sir!” She exclaimed. Her thumb quickly turned on the massager, the bulbed head rumbling to life. She lifted her hand, pressing the tip to her pussy, and gasped as the double set of oscillations surged through her sex. She began counting backward from thirty as waves of ecstasy rushed through her, though it wasn’t easy. For some reason her brain was having trouble with something as simple as counting. Her ass moved in a circle as she continued to stimulate herself, pushing the sexual pressure to an intensity that threatened release. She was almost grateful when she finished counting. It was so intense she didn’t even notice Mr. Styne moving around her until his feet were straddling her shoulders, whip raised in expectation.
“One,” she panted, her pussy trembling violently, lust surging through her. She pulled the massager away even as he flicked the dragon tail whip downward, perfectly lining it up with the crack of her ass.
The long leather whip landed exactly where Mr. Styne had wanted it. The flat, flexible end that extended a foot past the braid curled around Jenni’s quivering ass, digging into her bottom and then pulling up to snap against her pulsing, creaming cunt. He hadn’t even swung hard, but the squeal that came from her mouth as the whip bit into her pussy, made it clear that even the smallest force had big consequences. Pain shot through her sex and her knees buckled. She began closing up, but Mr. Styne quickly bent down and smacked her bottom.
“No! The massager. Put it on your cunt! Now!”
Panting, Jenni jammed the massager back into place.
“Get your legs open again,” Styne insisted. She wriggled, moaning as her buttocks tightened even more. “Good. Now count down from thirty.”
Jenni once more began counting out loud, her pussy a riot of sensation. Already the pain of the stroke had disappeared into a wash of heat and pleasure, so strong that her pussy was quivering. The vibrating egg still in her pussy was still wobbling, and the combined palpitations of the massager only overloaded her sensitive nerves, pushing her closer to the edge. She got to zero once more, pulled the massager away and tensed.
She knew it was coming and it did. The dragontail whip snapped down, hitting her bottom at the same time that it curled up through her groin, licking viciously at her petals. She let out a shriek, once more dealing with the involuntary response of her body trying to protect itself from harm, closing up her legs and almost falling over to the side as the burning torment seemed to slice through her. Still, she remembered and mashed the massager back up against her sex and groaned loudly as her brain began to short-circuit.
“Don’t forget to count,” Styne warned her again. “Or the next stroke won’t either.”
Jenni shuddered. “Thirty…” she gasped, her pussy contracting and pulsing. She felt a fresh surge of wetness. “Twenty-nine…”
Styne watched her young body twitch as her brain was forced to process two very different sensations at the same time, all while counting backward. There was the mind-numbing pleasure, threatening to swamp her at every second, and then the acute brutality of the whip stroke, biting in exactly the same spot, leaving a terrible stinging burn that should have left her screaming in anguish. As she had the previous night, the dichotomy of the two sensations merged and mixed in her fucked up, little brain, turning them both into something she could handle.
Insane arousal.
“ONE!” She screamed, pulling away the massager.
He hit her again, the third of eleven strokes, and her response was almost exactly the same. She buckled, legs slipping from their required position, her knees coming together, only to stop as her hand, clutching the massager, was jammed against her smarting folds, relieving the immediate pain and changing it into acute pleasure.
“S-s-sir!” She hissed, quivering. “I’m… I’m c-c-close! I’m going to c-c-cum!”
“Don’t you dare,” Styne snarled. “Count faster!”
She mewled. “Thirty! Twenty-nine! Twenty-eight! Twenty-seven!” He stood there, ready to swing as she plowed through the numbers. Her ass swung, twisting as the pleasure became the torment.
“Faster!” Styne urged. “Don’t you dare cum or what I do to your pussy next will leave you sore for days!”
He felt her touch his foot and looked down. Her left hand, the one not holding the massager, had slipped outward, stopping against his ankle. To his surprise, it was shaking about as intensely as the vibrator inside her. He listened to her continue to count downward, then lifted the whip as she hit her final count.
“Aaaggggghhh!” She wailed as the leather strand curled through her groin. It opened her pussy, caustically digging into the soft, pink, hot valley, only to impact on the swollen, sensitive tip of her sex. This time she lost position, falling over to the side, eyes shut as her body rippled with spasms, her nervous system overloading. Styne watched her fall over and he dropped the whip with a snarl, grabbed the massager from her limp fingers, and jammed it up against her sex.
Jenni screamed again, her hand going to her groin, trying to cover herself, but Styne wouldn’t move. He ground the bulbed tip over and around her clit, making sure to pinch it between the shaking tool and her own body and in the process he flipped her over, legs flying by his ears. She tried to close up but he managed to pin one knee down as both her hands shot down to her groin. Her body curled, then convulsed and suddenly she brought her hands up to her huge breasts, thumbs and fingers grabbing hold of her nipples, pinching them wildly.
“I’m cumming!” She shouted. “I’m cumming! Oh God! I’m cumming!”
Fluids shot out of her pussy, splattering Styne’s hand as he continued to hold the massager against her flesh. Her toes curled as her hips thrust up against him, her back arching as she continued to pinch, twist and tug on her own breasts. For almost a full minute she quivered beneath his body, lost in the ecstasy of her combined stimulation and punishment. Slowly she calmed down, letting go of her poor nipples, hips rocking against the teacher as he continued to press the massager to her clit.
“Mister… Mister Styne!” She mewled, eyes opening to look down at him. “Please… just… can I have… a moment?” She begged.
He looked up and pulled the massager away, much to her relief. “Why? Do you think you deserve to be spared?” He lifted up and got on his knees. “Spread your legs this instant. Arms out and above your head.
Jenni blinked, still dazed by the euphoria of orgasm, but her natural inclination for obedience, for submission, was so powerful that she began to comply before actually thinking about it. She moved fully onto her back, spreading her legs to either side of him and lifted her arms above her head. Her chest heaved as she continued to experience the after effects of her orgasm.
Styne looked down at her. How freaking incredible! He shook his head. “Four. You made it through just four strokes before cumming.” He looked down at her sex. He could see where the dragontail had struck her petals, but her flower was still so sweetly beautiful he licked his lips hungrily.
“I’m… I’m sorry, sir.” She breathed.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. She moved her feet even further away from his knees and he lifted the massager again. The pink wire leading to her exposed sex, powering the vibrating egg, shifted along her thigh. “Do you know what’s going to happen next?” He asked.
Jenni took a deep breath. The vibe in her pussy, still rumbling at full power, was highly distracting. “I’m going to be punished for cumming sir?”
Styne laughed. “That’s right. You are. Right on the pussy. Again. But do you know what we need to do before I can give you the required strokes?”
Jenni lifted her head, looking down over her spread and vulnerable body. Their eyes met. “I have to be sensitized,” she said simply. Her bottom clenched, pushing her pussy up toward him.
“So what should I do to sensitize you a second time?” Styne asked. His free hand went out to her right foot, his fingers stroking the soft curve of her arch. She let out a soft groan. “Huh? What will properly bring you to the correct state of mind for correction?”
She didn’t hesitate even a second, her eyes sparkling. “You should spank my pussy, sir. With the leather paddle.”
Styne blinked. “I said sensitize. Paddling your pussy is a punishment.”
Jenni smiled wickedly and laid her head back on the mattress. To his astonishment, she spread her legs even more. It took her right foot out of his reach, but the way her petals opened up in front of him spoke volumes. Styne’s eyes flicked downward to the wet, pink slit, just begging for attention.
“Unless she likes it,” Jenni added softly. “I’m a very, very, bad girl,” she added, just a touch more urgently. She slid one hand down her body as Styne’s eyebrow went up. Her fingers found her slit, opening it up, displaying her clitoris. “This is the spot that needs to be spanked.” She began rubbing the sensitive nub in a circle. “Right here.”
Styne’s voice was thick when he spoke. “Do you have any idea what we are going to do to you this last semester?” He rose up, moving closer to her outstretched legs, his eyes going down to her pussy.
Jenni moaned softly, her fingers continuing to rub. “Punish me, sir?”
“Damn right, we are,” he whispered, his fingers fumbling with his shorts. “And we are going to fuck you. Over and over.” He grabbed the wire for the vibrating egg and pulled the tumbling, shaking toy out of Jenni’s pussy. She let out a gasp, lifting her head in confusion.
“Oh,” she said softly as he moved into position. Styne gritted his teeth and thrust, his rock hard shaft finding its way into her hot and slippery depths, delving fully. He groaned, thrusting, only to move on top of her. Suddenly his face was even with hers and she looked up at him, eyes locked on his.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me, hard. I deserve it. I want it.” Her hips began thrusting up against him. “Cum in me, Mr. Styne? Fill my pussy up before you spank it?”
His hips churned, his cock sliding through her softness rapidly. “I’m going to punish you in front of the class. I’m going to whip your tits and your ass. I’m going to strip you in front of your peers and humiliate you,” he groaned. “I’m going torture your sweet little cunt for the entire period, watching you bounce up and down, clothespins on your tits, whimpering and crying until you cum. And then? Then I’m going to make you come back after school, for detention, where I will stretch you out and…” his voice faltered.
“And?” She gasped, closing her legs, hooking her feet behind his pumping ass. “And what? Whip me between the legs? Clamp my clitoris? Cane my tits? Fuck me in front of the other students? Send me to In School Suspension? Please! Please? What are you going to do to me?”
But Styne’s trembled as the pressures within him broke and burst and he pulled out even as the ribbons of jism exploded from his cock to shoot across her loins, splattering upward over her belly. Jenni let out a groan of frustration as Styne sat back against the couch, looking a bit dazed, his shaft quickly going flaccid.
“Sir? Mr. Styne?” She whimpered. Finally she sat up and looked at her Economics Teacher. A smile crept across her face and she ran a hand through a smear of his cum on her tummy. She lifted it to her mouth and licked at it, humming softly. Then she put both hands down, scooped up the remnants, and began rubbing his jism into her breasts and belly. “Feel better, sir?” She asked, her skin glistening
Styne let out a light laugh. “I wasn’t planning on that,” he admitted ruefully, watching her hands. “I was a little overcome.”
Jenni nodded and glanced around. Her eyes spotted the dragontail whip and she grabbed hold of it, pulling it over. Then she leaned over the tray and picked up the vibrating butt plug. Styne’s eyebrow went up.
“Well sir, what I recommend is putting this in my bottom,” she said, holding up the anal probe and then running it through the wetness on her skin. It began glistening. “Then you can use the dragontail whip to give my rear a nice punishment.” She settled down on her knees again, adopting a submissive pose, mouth parted, eyes bright. “While I suck your cock back to full hardness. If you want, sir.”
Styne blinked and after a moment, took the whip. And the plug. “Turn around, all fours.” She grinned and whirled, presenting her ass and pussy to him. He lifted the plug and thrust it up against the small, tight button of her bottom. She gasped, but pushed back against him, almost seating it completely herself. Styne pressed and the full thing disappeared into her ass. She began to move, clearly wanting to get in position for him to use the dragontail, but he grabbed her hip.
“Hold there for just a moment,” he ordered.
She turned her head and looked back at him. “Yes, sir.”
Styne grabbed the vibrating egg, pulling it toward him, along with one other item from the tray of toys. He lifted the oblong toy, ran it through her petals, and felt her shudder.
“You want it, don’t you,” he asked, teasing her. He pulled the control box over by the wire and turned it on low, feeling it shake in his fingers, as well as against her pussy. Her head dropped, her breasts dangling beneath her like ripe fruit.
“Yes sir,” she whispered. “But I need to be punished.” He pushed the egg vibrator into her cunt and her folds locked around it, tightening.
“Punishment,” he replied. “We can do that. Brace yourself.” Then he let the clothespin he was holding bite down right on her clitoris. Jenni yelped, but then groaned, her rump shaking. Styne lifted himself up off the floor and onto the couch. “Now, turn around.”
Jenni, her bottom half rippling from the renewed torments being inflicted upon her bottom, pussy, and clit, rotated around on her knees. She moved completely off the mattress, half crawling over to where Styne sat. She put her hands on his legs, pushing his thighs apart. Their eyes met for only a moment before she opened her mouth and engulfed his flaccid cock, sucking hungrily, bobbing her head.
It felt incredible. Styne closed his eyes, revelling in the softness of her mouth, the wet swirl of her tongue, the way her left hand came up and began stroking his scrotum softly. Then her head came up, a daring look in her eyes as her mouth curled up into a wicked smile.
“Don’t forget,” she teased, her ass swinging back and forth. She gave his cock a quick lick. “You’re supposed to be punishing me.”
Styne lifted the whip. “Indeed I am,” he said. And with that he swung the dragontail, the leather end snapping against her bottom, curling downward between her buttocks. It delved deeper, the final eight or so inches swinging upward, catching her pussy and then flicking against the clothespin on her clit.
Jenni yelped, eyes widening as the sting burned through her. She hissed, eyes flickering with the pain. Styne looked down at her, already raising the dragontail whip back up. Then she smiled.
“That,” she said mischievously, “was perfect, except for one thing.” And she bent back down and once more sucked his cock into her mouth.
And Styne swung the whip.
