The Submissive Schoolgirl

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Chapter 1: Confiding in him

I snuck a long, sideways glance at her while Mr. O’Brian droned on about the invaluable merits of the scientific process and about the practical application of the process in all our lives. She sat on the other side of the classroom to my right, wearing the same white shirt and pleated green skirt as all the other girls but hers rested on her knees and wasn’t folded up like most of the other girls. The brunette’s hair was tied back in a ponytail and as usual, she wore no makeup. Amy was only average looking, she didn’t have a voluptuous chest, an anorexic build or a model’s long legs but she did have a pretty face, and a decent physique. Her personality stood out even less than she did-shy, quiet, and with no close friends.

I was studying her closely for a reason. My best bud Charles and I were hanging out at his rich parent’s mansion, joking around after consuming several beers, about all the loser chicks in our class and how they’d never get laid. It was in the middle of this conversation that he dared me to hook up with one of these losers but I told him it was childish and too much work. He then upped the ante and told me that if I had sex with one such loser chick, Amy, by my sixteenth birthday, which was only two weeks away, then he’d buy me the best seats at the next UFC event. Since I had nothing to lose, I agreed and the more I thought about it, the easier it seemed to me. I was a tall and handsome guy who was popular in school, without even being a jock. I was also considerably experienced with girls, having had several girlfriends and gaining a decent reputation for being good in bed, which all put me at an advantage.

The class was finally over and it was time to carry out my plan. I followed her to her locker and watched as my pal, Charlie honed in on her.

“Hey Amy, how are you babe?” I overheard him saying.

“Fine, what do you want?” she replied curtly.

“Why do you have to be rude, babe? I just wanted to know if you’d like to come over to my place later on? My parents are out of town so we could have some drinks and I could show you a good time.” It was obvious to me that he was being a jerk to her with his hands around her and cornering her to the wall. She tried to resist him and told him that she wasn’t interested but he kept persisting.

I walked by them, and her eyes locked with mine. She looked desperate, begging for help to get her out of this predicament. Perfect. I slowed down, kept looking at her and walked past them, then turned back and walked back towards them.

“Hey Charlie-boy, we’re still on for UFC, right?”

“Oh hey, buddy.” He seemed a little angry for being interrupted but the situation was now diffused. “Yeah, we’re still on. Listen Amy, you think about what I said and I’ll get going now, my driver has been waiting a while now. Catch you later, dude”

“Later.” I winked at him as he left, our plan was going well so far and now it was up to me.

“Hey, Amy, right? It looked like he was being a little rough on you.”

“Hey, thanks so much for stopping him. I kept telling him to go away but he wouldn’t, he was just being a jerk.” She looked so grateful and oblivious that I deserved none of her gratitude.

“Yeah, he’s just a rich asshole who thinks he can get away with anything. Listen, you live close to me right, can I give you a ride?”

“That’s very kind of you, thanks.”

We walked to my car, a Navy blue Acura EL, a beauty that had accommodated so many of my best ‘conquests.’

As we were getting close to her house, I seized my opportunity. “Do you have any plans for the weekend Amy?”

“No, I mean I was planning on studying for that Biology test Mr. O’Brian’s giving us next week but nothing else.”

“Oh yeah, I had forgotten all about that test, do you want to come by tomorrow and study together for it?”

She seemed surprised by this, like no one had asked her on a study date before. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Great, I need all the help I can get. Can you drop by at 5?”

“Ok, see you then.”  She left with the most innocent of smiles on her face.

       The Next Day

Fortunately my parents were out of town this weekend and being their only child, I had the house to myself. The doorbell rang and I was ready to make my move on her.

“Hey, come on in, make yourself comfortable.” She had worn a knee-length skirt and an unflattering top.

“Thanks, your parents have a really nice house.”

“Thanks, they’re away for the weekend. I hope you don’t mind but I’m a little hungry so I’ve gotten some food out for us before we start studying.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

I heated some pizza up and brought out some punch and spiked it with a copious amount of alcohol. If I was to succeed in this bet, I’d have to make sure she was much less inhibited than usual.

I turned the TV on and fed her pizza and several glasses of punch, without revealing the alcoholic content in it. After about three glasses, I saw she was considerably looser now.

“Amy, mind if I ask you a question? What do you think of me?”

She smiles. “I think you’re a good looking guy and I like you.”

“Thanks, I like you too,” I said, returning her smile. “Have you had a boyfriend before?” I asked her coyly. She seemed reluctant to answer me, perhaps she wasn’t drunk enough yet. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, it’s alright, I’ve just had some bad experiences with men, haven’t ever had a boyfriend though.”

She had my interest peaked now. “What do you mean bad experiences?”

“I haven’t ever told anyone about that before.”

I moved in closer to her, and took hold of her hand, “It’s alright, you can trust me.”

She took a deep breath and started telling her story. “A couple of years back, I was struggling a lot in school and so my parents hired a tutor for me. His name was Fred and I had a small crush on him as soon as he started tutoring me. I’d walk over to his house every weekend to be tutored by him and I always wore the shortest skirts, hoping he would notice me. At first, he never seemed to and was only interested in teaching me. Despite all my tutoring, I continued doing badly in school and then, one day I actually failed my science test. When I went to see him the following and told him about this, he became very angry with me and told me that I was a big disappointment and that he was wasting all his time teaching me for nothing. I felt awful and told him I’d be willing to go to any length to improve. He seemed pleased to hear that and told me that from now, I’d be punished severely for my failures, starting with this one, and that these punishments were not to be revealed to anyone else. I was scared to hear this but I really liked him and didn’t want him to stop teaching me, so I agreed. He told me that for my first punishment, he would spank me with his belt.”

My eyebrows stretched upwards with surprise and disbelief at this. She must have noticed because she paused and seemed too embarrassed to continue.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I’ve never confessed this to anyone.”

“Listen Amy, it’s alright. I’m not going to judge you on your past, you can trust me. Was that the first time you were spanked?”

“Yes, it was and I was hesitant to comply with him but he told me sternly that this was for my own good and I’d be a useless failure unless he helped me and I believed him.”

“How did he spank you?”

She blushed again and replied slowly, “He made me take off all my clothes and asked me to take my position by bending over his desk, grabbing the end of the desk with my hands, and spreading my legs. When I did so, he told me to count out to twenty loudly as he spanked me and that if I took my hands off the desk, he would punish me further. He then took his belt off, folded it in half and aimed for my bum.”

She seemed reluctant to continue but I wanted to hear all the remaining details and was rock hard from her story so far. I quickly glanced down to make sure that my pre-cum hadn’t stained the front of my shorts and it hadn’t.

She tried to change the subject, “We should do some studying for the test.”

I went along with her request, “Alright, here let me refresh your drink and get my books.”

“Wow, I’ve had so much punch already, it tasted great by the way. May I use your bathroom?”

“Absolutely, here’s some more of my great punch and let me show you to the bathroom upstairs.”

I showed her my room next with all my posters of elite sports cars and NBA teams.

“Nice room,” she complimented.

“Thanks, make yourself comfortable.” I was starting to lose my erection and wanted to get her to continue with her story. “You know, I’ve been spanked a few times by my Dad when I was much younger and they used to hurt like hell. Was it bad for you as well?” I was hoping that relating to her situation and the combined effect of all her drinks so far would facilitate the continuation of her storytelling.

And indeed, it did, “Yes, it really was. I remember I was shocked by the force of the first blow as it hit me but counted out ‘one’ and kept my hands down, as he had instructed me. He kept going with the same amount of force, and I started breaking down and crying by the time he got to ten. By fifteen, I was crying so much and in so much pain that I stopped counting and asked him to stop. He told me again that I deserved this and finished the last five spanks, counting them out himself and holding my hands away from my bum. He told me that he was disappointed that I didn’t take my punishment and he would have to punish me further for that.”

I looked surprised again, “He punished you more after all that?”

“I was already in a lot of pain and regretting that I had agreed to his first punishment but told him that I couldn’t possibly take any more spanking. He told me that he wouldn’t spank me anymore but that this punishment would involve humiliation instead of pain.”

I was so hard by now that I wished I could take out my cock and stroke it or just excuse myself momentarily and relieve myself but I wanted to hear the rest of her story. “How did he humiliate you?”

“I’m too embarrassed to continue.”

I stood up, hoping that her glance wouldn’t fall on my tented shorts, sat next to her, and squeezed her hand in mine. “It’s alright, you don’t have to go on if you’re not comfortable telling me.”

She squeezed my hand back and smiled. “No, I do feel comfortable talking to you. For his next punishment, he instructed me next to kneel on top of the desk, place my knees at the two long edges of the desk that were nearly two feet apart, and put my hands behind my head. I did so but had never felt so exposed and embarrassed in my life. He went out of the room and left me in that uncomfortable position with my knees hurting and back strained. He returned with a jar in his hands and went behind me and started rubbing a cream on my sore bum. The cream felt cool on my hot skin and served to further humiliate me. He continued rubbing on the cream for a long time. After a long time, he took away his hand and stopped. He told my punishment was over, and that I should put my clothes back on and come back tomorrow and if I didn’t work hard from now on, that my punishments would get more severe. I shivered at hearing that, it scared and thrilled me at the same time.”

I was glad that she had finished because my dick would explode into pieces if she continued with her story. “You didn’t feel awful after the punishment then, you said it thrilled you?”

Her eyes were cast down, “Perhaps what he did was wrong since he was molesting me and I was young at the time but I had secretly fantasized about making myself vulnerable in front of him and after his punishments, I went home and fantasized about more punishments.”

I had to ask her, “did he get you off during his punishment?”

“When he was rubbing the cream he did touch me...down there...and I got very aroused. I hadn’t ever orgasmed before so it all felt new to me but as I was approaching my climax from his stimulations, I think he sensed it and intentionally stopped.”

“You never told your parents about what he did to you?”

“No, you’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Did he continue to punish you afterwards?”

“I kept going to him for about a year until my parents decided I didn’t need a tutor anymore and he kept punishing me whenever he felt I deserved it.”

I couldn’t believe that she had continued being a victim to his dark fantasies for so long and wondered how many other stories like this she had to tell! I couldn’t wait to hear more of her stories and already I was hatching a plan in my mind to find a way to make sure that she continued receiving her regular punishments.

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.