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Chapter 2: Befriending her
It was Monday and sitting again in Mr. O’Brian’s class, I caught Amy glancing in my direction and turned to meet her gaze. I smiled and winked at her and she smiled back. I thought back to last Friday when she told me her story about how she let her tutor consensually spank and humiliate her. My cock instantly grew hard again from just thinking about it. After she had finished telling me her story, I had hugged her and thanked her for confiding in me. She had cried softly in my arms. We didn’t get much studying done that night, but I had asked her to a movie the following night and she agreed. We went to watch a chick flick, which she loved, and at the end of the night, I took her for a walk at a remote park and kissed her.
I had asked her if she had kissed anyone before and she had told me she hadn’t. When I questioned her whether her tutor had ever made romantic advances on her, she replied that he hadn’t, much to my surprise. How could he have had just dark fantasies and carried them out, but not have used her sexually? I decided that she had to be lying.
We ended our romantic night with more kissing but my mind was still working out how I could her to submit to me. I knew that firstly, I would have to get her much hornier.
For the next week, I noticed that Amy wore shorter skirts, made an effort to look as good as possible, and seemed happier. I would talk to her occasionally when I saw her but would appear as nonchalant as possible. Towards the end of the week, after several days of my casual attitude towards her, her happiness looked diminished and her attitude towards me seemed angry and cold. It was then, on Friday just after school ended, when I told her that I really enjoyed my time with her last weekend and especially liked kissing her. She smiled and any doubts she had about my feelings towards her melted. I asked her if she wanted to hang out now. She said that she would love to.
On the way to my car, she asked where we were going and I told her it was a surprise. I drove to an isolated woods and entered into the thick, dark woods on a trail that ran off from the main road. As I drove further on the trail, we heard flowing water and taking a turn off the trail, I went towards the sound of the water. I parked my car where we had a clear view of the flowing river but also sufficient privacy amongst the tall trees.
“This is gorgeous,” she exclaimed.
“I thought it’d be nice to spend some time alone, do you want to move to the backseat?” I asked her with a mischievous smile.
She nodded and slid between the two front seats to the back. I watched her ass in her short, pleated green skirt as she wriggled her way to the back and caught a glimpse of her panties, which were white with cute, dark blue stars on them. I followed her to the back and sat down beside her. We started making out and then I got on top of her and started grinding my hips against her. I could tell she was getting aroused now because she was breathing faster. As I sensed her need to orgasm getting more urgent, I slowed down and then stopped.
“Wait, Amy, I think we should go slower. I don’t want us to jump into anything we’re not ready for.” She looked guilty now, feeling as if she was responsible for seducing me when the reality was anything but that.
“I’m sorry, you’re right.”
I asked her to come sit in front of me so that her back was now against my stomach and her ass nestled my crotch. I was able to freely explore her body and she could do very little in her position. I kissed her neck and earlobes and could see that she was getting very turned on by this.
“You like that?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said coyly.
Excellent, she was very horny now just like I had wanted.
“Amy, when you told me about how Fred had punished you, it seemed you were turned on by the things he did to you. Were you really?”
She looked uncomfortable again, “Why do you ask?”
“I just wanted to know more about you and more about your relationship with him,” I answered.
“Umm, yeah, some of the things he did to me did turn me on and it was something he realized very early on as well. I felt terrible for feeling that way towards my punishments; I always felt that there was something wrong with me.”
“Did he do anything when he realized that he was unintentionally turning you on?”
“Yes. After the first time he punished me, he said that I would need to be punished regularly if I had any hope of improving. He said that from now on, whenever I sat down to study with him, I had to take off my skirt and panties and then kneel on this wooden chair so that my chest and stomach pressed against the back of the chair and my bum was vulnerable for him to spank as he felt necessary.”
As she spoke, I continued kissing her neck lightly, undid the top two buttons of her shirt and placed my legs over hers and spread her legs apart so that her skirt rode up and her clearly damp panties were now visible to me. “Keep going Amy, did you obey him?”
Her voice was shaking now, “Yes, I followed his instructions the next time I came and once I was in position, he said that every time made a mistake or got distracted he would get his cane and hit me with it. Because I felt so embarrassed from the position I was in, it took almost no time for me to get distracted and for me to get my first hit. I hated the cane much more than the belt because the pain was so much more intense and focused. Within an hour, he must have caned me at least 12 times and now I was sobbing in pain and clearly not focusing on anything else.”
I unbuttoned her shirt completely by now and was fondling her breasts through her bra. “Take off your bra, Amy, I want to see your breasts.”
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and removed it. Her pert breasts, which looked like cup size C were now visible to me and I squeezed them and pinched her nipples. “Go on, babe, did he stop then?” I asked her intently, my erection starting to throb uncontrollable again.
I could sense the excitement mounting in her as well, “Yes, he asked me if I wanted relief from the pain and I said that I did. He then asked me to take off the rest of my clothes lie down on the carpeted floor and raise my legs off the floor and towards my chest so that my knees were touching my breasts but that my knees were as far apart from each other as possible. I put myself in this position using my hands to support my knees and felt blood rush to my face from the humiliation of being so exposed. He told me to stay like that until he returned. It took several minutes to come back and he had a bowl in his hands. He lay the bowl down in front where I couldn’t see it and sat down in front of me. I couldn’t see what he was doing but felt a wet coolness on my bum and realized he was rubbing an ice cube on my bum. He continued doing so for a long time until most of the heat generated in my bum from his caning me, dissipated. He then rubbed the ice cube...down there...and it melted almost instantly from all the heat I was generating.”
On cue, I played with her breasts with one hand and brought the other down to her soaking wet panties now and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. “He touched your pussy, Amy? Like this?”
She was softly moaning in between her words now, “Yes, like that. He continued rubbing me with his fingers and I became more and more aroused. I had never touched myself there before and the feelings he was giving me were new and felt strange but I wanted him to keep going. He didn’t though, after some more time he stopped and asked me if I was enjoying my punishment. I shamefully told him that I was. This angered him and he started spanking me again in the position I was in with his hand. I cried again from the guilt, humiliation, and pain. Finally he stopped and told me that he had to stop me from getting any pleasure from my punishments. He instructed me to review my lessons and that he would be back soon.”
I reached under her panties now and slid a finger inside her. With half of my index finger in her sopping pussy, I was met with resistance and she grunted in pain. She was still a virgin. I withdrew my finger and rubbed her pussy lips instead and over her clit. “What did he do when he came back?”
“Ahh. He was gone for a while and came back carrying a belt. He said that he would lock this belt on me to prevent me getting distracted and only he would have the key to take the belt off. He strapped it around my waist first, then let a strap over my crotch, and finally attached two more straps to both my legs just underneath my crotch and placed several locks on the straps. He told me that the only this belt would come off was during my teaching sessions with him that if I was a good girl and studied hard, then he would touch my pussy as he done earlier.”
I was still rubbing her pussy but lightly now; I didn’t want her to cum just yet. “So you always wore this belt? Wasn’t it uncomfortable?”
Her eyes were squeezed shut now like she was trying to concentrate. “It was at first but I got used to it. The belt had small holes so my urine could get out but it would still get messy sometimes.”
“And you haven’t worn it since he left?”
“No, he actually let me keep the belt but I saw no use for it.”
She was definitely on the edge of an orgasm now. “When was the last time you came, Amy?”
“Mmmm. I don’t masturbate often so it’s been a couple of months now. This feels so good.”
I sped up the movement of my fingers now and with the other hand, massaged her breasts and kissed her neck at the same time. She was moaning softly constantly now. Right when I knew she was on the verge of cumming, I stopped.
She jerked open her eyes and asked what was wrong.
“I’m sorry babe, I had lost all track of time. I have to go home now.”
She looked vastly disappointed but was trying to process this. “It’s okay, it is getting late.”
“Listen, I feel sorry for leaving you like this. Do you want to get together tomorrow and we can pick up where we just left off?”
“That sounds good.”
“Amy, I want you keep these panties on till I see tomorrow, ok?”
“But they’re dirty.”
I looked right at her now and said, “I like them and want to see them on you again tomorrow.”
She gave me a quick smile and agreed.
“One other thing. Do you think you did worse in school after you stopped seeing your tutor?”
“I did. I’m not nearly as disciplined now as I was with him.”
“Ok, we should get going now but I’d like to talk to you about this some more tomorrow.”
“Sure, if you like.”
I smiled at her, gave her a passionate kiss, pet her pussy once more through those cute and dirty panties, and watched her blush.