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The School Mistress – Part XI

catherine — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 03:13:56 +0000

Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine. If you’d rather listen than read, just go to the Bedtime Story page.

All characters in this story are fictitious and the naughty schoolboy is, of course, over the age of 18. Perhaps if he’d paid more attention to his school work and less attention to his school mistress, he may not have been kept behind…

The naughty schoolboy lay, panting, over the knees of the School Mistress. His body shuddered in aftershocks from the force of his orgasm and he kept his eyes closed – delaying his return to reality as long as he could. His afterglow didn’t last long! The School Mistress stood up abruptly, tumbling the boy to the floor where he lay helplessly – legs still weak and trembling from his uncontrolled spurting; bottom still sore and red from his spanking. “Just look at the disgusting mess you’ve made you filthy boy!” The School Mistress shouts at him. “I really think there must be something wrong with you – stand up so I can look at you!” The boy struggles to his feet, pulling up his pyjama pants as he does so, and stands sheepishly in front of the Mistress. He flinches as her arm shoots out, but she only places her hand on his forehead. “Yes,” she says “Your forehead is quite hot, your face is flushed and you seem to be constantly in some state of arousal.” The boy is speechless with indignation. Of course he’s in a constant state of arousal – how can he be any other way around her?! For once, he wisely decides to say nothing and hangs his head in a manner he feels sure will go SOME way towards placating the angry School Mistress – fighting the urge to mutter obscenities under his breath. “Yesss…” she says again “I really think you should pay a visit to the new School Nurse – let her examine you and see what she thinks”. The School Mistress ignores for the moment the sticky mess on her smooth thighs and sits down to write a note which she thrusts into the boy’s hand. “Here take this to the Nurse and I’ll call her to tell her you’re on your way – so no detours!” The boy is in such a state of confusion that he merely takes the note, nods and plods off on quivering legs towards the Nurse’s office.

The sight that greets him as he opens the office door is a little disconcerting – perhaps he should have knocked first. His first view of the new School Nurse is of her ample bottom! She’s reaching across a desk, the navy blue dress hiked up, showing opaque black stockings and an expanse of smooth white thigh and the lower edge of round buttocks. The boy coughs nervously and the School Nurse straightens up and turns around. “Ah there you are!” she says “I’ve been expecting you – strip!” The schoolboy takes in the the sight of the nurse in her rather right uniform – breasts straining behind a white starched apron, pale blonde hair scraped back under a white cap starched quite as savagely as the apron, and realises he has no choice but to comply. He stands there, pale and shivering as the Nurse looks him over – from every angle! Only his insolent cock shows no sign of embarrassment and betrays his appreciation of the Nurse’s womanly curves. As he waits for the next stage of the examination, he hears the door open behind him and the unmistakable click of the School Mistress’s high heels. He feels the remaining blood in his face drain – and we know exactly where it goes, don’t we? He groans inwardly, but whether in dread or in anticipation or a combination of the two, even HE doesn’t know. “Oh good!” says the School Mistress with undisguised glee – you haven’t started yet – I wouldn’t want to miss anything! Please carry on as if I weren’t here.” “Oh yes” says the Nurse “You haven’t missed anything at all – I was just about to take his temperature – now then boy, bend over!” The naughty schoolboy hears the snapping on of rubber gloves behind him and, as he takes a deep, but rather shaky breath, the sound of the School Mistress saying “Ooooh – that’s a big one! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a thermometer THAT big before!” “Yes” says the Nurse “It’s a rather special one I had custom-made for just these cases – it will probe his prostate at the same time – I DO think that’s so important, don’t you?” The school boy closed his eyes tightly as he heard the School Mistress chuckle evilly. He, of course, knew exactly what that meant…

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The School Mistress – Part VII

catherine — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 20:11:43 +0000

The School Mistress – Part VII – an erotic bedtime story by Catherine

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The naughty schoolboy had been left – once again – frustrated and shaking. On trembling legs he managed to dress himself and get back to the dormitory he shared with the other boys before throwing himself on his bed and bursting into tears of frustration and disappointment. His hard cock felt as if it would never subside but he knew there was no time to take care of it now. It was difficult enough to find any private time for masturbation and he didn’t want any of the other boys to come in and catch him stroking. He couldn’t help giving himself a little squeeze, however, and caught his breath as his penis throbbed in response.

Little did he know that he had already been observed. Through the crack of the half-open door, the School Mistress had seen his outburst – and the squeezing of his cock. A small smile appeared on her face before it resumed its habitual ice-cool expression. The sight of the boy’s tears had moved her in a way that might have surprised him if he’d known about it. The School Mistress tucked away the memory of those tears in the back of her mind, to be taken out and savoured at night in her cool, white bed. Her mind held many such memories of boys tortured and tormented and one of her greatest pleasures was to relive them as she lay naked and alone touching and stroking herself with an abandon that would have shocked the boys in her charge. She tiptoed quietly away, thinking all the time of what the boy’s next suffering might be.

The next morning, despite a night haunted by dreams starring his cruel Mistress – dreams of a quite filthy nature – the boy was confident that he was going to keep a low profile and not allow himself to be caught up in the School Mistress’s game again. He DID decide that he should wear the “punishment panties” under his school uniform – but only because he didn’t want to give the Mistress any reason to punish him again. She might just decide to do a spot check! Yes – that was the only reason. It had nothing at all to do with the way the silky fabric felt against his penis and balls. The boy managed to keep his head for most of the lesson that day. Managed not to be TOO distracted by the sight of the School Mistress walking up and down the classroom as she read to the boys. Not TOO distracted by the sight of her silken legs and feet in their fine stockings and high-heeled shoes. Although, when he closed his eyes to avoid looking at her, the slight susurration of her stocking tops as she walked past him almost undid his resolve – as did the sound of her cane as she tapped it absently against her calf. The lesson continued and the boy felt that he might just make it to the end unscathed and even allowed himself an occasional glance at the Schoolmistress’s trim figure as she walked about the room. Unfortunately, a piercing glance in his direction was enough to cause his cock to betray him once again. He felt it stiffen inside the silky panties as her eyes transfixed him. “Oh yes” she said to him “I almost forgot – I wanted to congratulate you on your essay this week. I think you should come out to the front of the class and read it aloud to all of us!” The boy felt himself blush but thought that he could handle this. After what he’d been through the past few days, reading in front of the class was nothing! Now if only he could get his cock to recede a bit. He made his way slowly to the front of the class and stood there facing the other boys – confident that his semi-erect cock was not discernible. The School Mistress, of course, had other ideas. “Oh no, boy – not there – I want you to stand up here on this chair”. The boy had little choice but to do as she indicated, but as soon as he was on the chair the School Mistress laughed in that soft, dangerous way she had. “Oh dear – what’s this? Do you have something in your pocket?” Now this was an awkward question – how best to answer it? Because he had nothing in his pants except for his hard cock and his frilly panties – so what should he say? As it happened, his throat was suddenly so dry that he could say nothing at all, but his face blushed a bright shade of red. A sort of smacked-bottom shade of red one might say. A ripple of laughter travelled around the room and the boy flushed even more. “Well, since you won’t answer, I think we’d better see for ourselves – drop your pants.” The boy felt his chest tighten. He couldn’t drop his pants – couldn’t let the other boys see what he wore underneath. “You’d better drop your pants if you don’t want another lesson in discipline…” the School Mistress told him. Reluctantly, with his head hanging in shame, the boy dropped his pants to a rising tide of laughter and derision from his classmates and finally stood there will the frilly pink panties clearly displayed and his cock – that ever-traitorous member, betraying his true feelings about such humiliation! “Well”, said the School Mistress – a wicked grin lighting up her face “What are we to do about this? Perhaps you need a lesson of a different sort. Yes – I’m thinking a demonstration for the rest of the class…” The poor schoolboy’s heart sank, even as his penis rose, and he wondered (not for the first time) just what she meant by THAT?

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The School Mistress – Part V

catherine — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 19:29:25 +0000

Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine

If you’d rather listen than read, just click here…

The naughty schoolboy stood in the corner, trying to hide his face and his hard, throbbing cock. The other boys had left the classroom and he was alone again with the School Mistress. He was acutely aware of her presence in the room, her movements, her fragrance the sound of her high heels on the hard floor. He knew that at any moment his state of arousal would be exposed again. He still wore the pink, frilly “punishment” panties although the wearing of them could hardly be considered punishment since the effect was so pleasurable. He was a little worried though about what the School Mistress would say when she saw that his cock was so hard again after his recent caning. His bottom was still red and sore, the sting of the humiliation before his classmates was still fresh in his mind and yet, perhaps in defiance, his cock was swollen and throbbing again. Perhaps the School Mistress would leave him standing there, giving him time to compose himself? Perhaps not. He heard the click of her heels approaching him, felt her body close to his. She came to stand behind him, so close that the tips of her breasts touched his back. He could feel the heat from her body, her warm, fragrant breath on the back of his neck. He shivered convulsively. She didn’t speak – just stood there overwhelming him with her presence. She stepped back a pace and with the tip of her cane, lightly traced the line of his body from the back of his head to the crack of his red arse cheeks. The schoolboy shivered again. His cock was still hard but now any sense of defiance was gone. Instead it seemed to be pleading for attention, greedy for more pleasure. The voice of the School Mistress cut through the silence, “I see the problem has arisen again”, she whispered in his ear, her lips so close that the words formed a kiss against his earlobe. “Yes, Miss” the boy replied. What else could he say? There was no hiding the state of his penis through the fine fabric of the panties. He fought to control his breathing and his thoughts. He wanted, he wanted… what DID he want? He wanted some kind of fulfilment, some kind of satisfaction, but it seemed that the more attention his cock received, the more it wanted. The School Mistress was having similar thoughts. “It would seem that more drastic measures may have to be taken!” she said sharply. “Come with me over to my desk”. The boy followed the School Mistress across the room, transfixed by the sight of her bottom through the closely-fitting skirt, the shape of her thighs clearly visible. “Now then, boy, I think it’s time you learned some control. Take off the panties”. The boy did as he was told and stood before the School Mistress feeling a mixture of fear, embarrassment and pride at the size of his erection and speculation about what punishment might await him now. “It’s getting a little warm in here, don’t you think?” asked the School Mistress. The boy could only swallow hard in response. Whether the heat in his body was as a result of the temperature of the room or the close proximity of this woman was beyond his ability to decide. The School Mistress slowly unbuttoned the jacket of her suit and slipped it off. She was wearing a white silk shirt so thin that her hard nipples showed clearly through the fabric. She perched on the edge of the desk, legs crossed, one shoe dangling negligently from her toes, and studied the boy, taking in the hardness of his penis, the redness of his face and the sly glances he was giving her, in spite of his predicament.

“Yes, more drastic measures, I think” she said as she reached forward and, without warning, took the boy’s hard penis in one hand. The boy gasped with surprise and pleasure. He closed his eyes and groaned as the School Mistress held his hard, hot cock in her cool hand. This was the first time any woman had touched his cock and the feeling was almost too much for him to bear. The feeling was so exquisite that he cared nothing for what might be to come and had only enough presence of mind to control the urge to release into her hand. He opened his eyes at the sound of the School Mistress fumbling for something in her desk drawer. She held a long wooden ruler in the hand not holding his cock. “Now then, you stubborn boy, six strokes I think, and then we’ll see” and she brought the ruler down hard across his cock as she held it in her palm. The pain, coming so suddenly after the exquisite pleasure, was a shock to the boy but his cock remained hard and throbbed against the woman’s hand. At each stroke he whimpered and groaned but as the pain grew, so did the desire, leaving him craving release. His head was filled with the image of himself pushing the School Mistress back onto the desk and throwing himself on top of her. She read some of this in his eyes and, standing up, grabbed the hair on the back of his head forcing it back, bringing her face close to his. Looking directly into his eyes she said, “I know what you’re thinking, boy, but you won’t win this battle. Today’s lesson in control has only just begun…”

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The School Mistress – Part IV

catherine — Tue, 05 May 2009 10:40:50 +0000

Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

If you’d rather listen than read, just click here…

“You filthy, disgusting, loathsome boy! Just look at the mess you’ve made on my desk!” The boy looked, of course. How could he not? He looked at the sticky mess on the edge of the desk and wondered if all women were like this. He’d been teased, caned and aroused to the point of orgasm at the hands of the School Mistress and now she berated him for having ejaculated against the edge of her desk! Still, young and inexperienced as he was, he knew that he’d never meet another woman like this one. He still trembled and panted from the force of his orgasm and waited to see what would happen next. The School Mistress’s own breathing was returning to normal. The “ice queen” mask was back in place. No one must ever know the intense pleasure she derived from punishing the boys in her charge.

“Get something to clean that up with!” the Mistress told the boy. “Yes, Miss, but may I get dressed?” he replied. “Well,” said the Mistress, “You may pull up your panties but leave off your pants.” Now as much as the boy had enjoyed wearing the so-called “punishment panties”, he didn’t want the other boys knowing about them, so he tried to clean up his mess quickly. He was on his knees, cleaning the edge of the desk, wearing only the flimsy panties and his school shirt, tie and blazer, when he heard the sound he was dreading – the sound of the other boys coming back to class. He made a small whimpering sound and paused in his work. “Why have you stopped? Carry on, you’re not finished yet!” the Mistress snapped at him and prodded him sharply with her beautiful italian leather, stiletto-heeled shoe. The pointed toe caught him just behind the balls and caused the boy to flinch and yelp in surprise and pain. Behind him he heard the boys beginning to troop into the classroom. They fell silent as they saw him kneeling there – his red bottom showing clearly through the sheer fabric of the panties and the cheeks of his face a matching red. The boys took their seats and, now that they’d recovered from the surprise, began to snigger and jeer at the boy – laughing and pointing at his poor, sore bottom. The School Mistress allowed this to continue for a few minutes, noting the increasing redness of the boy’s face, and then quelled his heckling classmates with a hard look and the merest tap of her cane against her leg. “You may finish now, boy” she told him. The boy stood up, which caused another gale of laughter when the other boys saw the front of his panties and his sticky little cock – still semi-erect and showing through the soft, silky material. He made as if to leave the room but the School Mistress stopped him. “Oh no – your punishment isn’t over yet. You must stand in the corner for the rest of the lesson, so that everyone may see you.” Miserably the boy obeyed, thankful that at least his face couldn’t be seen but acutely conscious of his red arse cheeks – exposed and glowing through the frilly, girly panties! For the rest of the lesson he stood there and endured the stares of his classmates. The humiliation and shame made his eyes prickle with tears. Only the thought of even more humiliation kept the tears from falling. As time went on, however, he became aware of another sensation. Every time the School Mistress walked past him, every time he smelled her perfume, heard the click of her high heels, the casual swish of her cane, his penis responded. Responded to the sounds, the fragrance and to the memory of that caning and its climax. By the time the class ended and the other boys had left the room, his cock was as hard and throbbing as it had ever been. What would happen when the Mistress saw it? He’d been wondering what would happen with the other boys when he returned to the dormitory they all shared, but now at this moment, all he could think about was his throbbing cock. His throbbing cock and the School Mistress…

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The School Mistress – Part II

catherine — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 17:35:44 +0000

If you’d rather listen than read, just click here…

The School Mistress – Part II – another erotic bedtime story by Catherine

The next day the boy was in class as usual, but wearing the panties under his school uniform. He was finding the experience quite enjoyable. He’d had a most satisfying dream the previous night. In this dream the Mistress had been wearing the panties before removing them and passing them to him. The panties were still warm and the boy had pressed them to his face before putting them on himself. Yes. A MOST satisfying dream… He woke from his reverie at the sound of something falling to the floor. The boy was immediately on his knees but found his eyes drawn to the sight of the Mistress’s shoe, dangling negligently from her toes. His nose was close enough to detect the aroma of the Mistress’s highly-arched foot, mingled with the scent of her silk stocking and leather shoe. He inhaled deeply and felt pleasure seep through his body – right to his hard little cock! He fumbled around on the floor for the dropped pencil without taking his eyes from the Mistress’s foot, unless it was to look as far as he could up her skirt. The way her legs were crossed, if he tried really hard, he could just see the edge of her stocking-top. A sharp tap from the tip of the School Mistress’s cane brought him back to reality and he was able to retrieve the pencil and return to his seat. It was far from a comfortable seat, however. The boy’s cock was so hard, so insistent, that he was unable to resist the temptation to touch himself. This, of course, only made the situation worse! As did the sight of the Mistress pacing back and forth, cane in hand, as she read aloud from a slightly risque French novel. She tapped the cane lightly against her leg as she walked and the boy was, once again, lost in erotic reverie.

At the end of the lesson the boy was told to stay behind. He trembled as he stood before the Mistress. “Well? Did you follow my instructions?” “Yes, Miss, I did.” said the boy. “Then drop your pants and let me see!” The boy did as he was told – again feeling the shame of having his little hard penis so exposed but also excited by the sensation of wearing the pink panties. “That’s very good,” said the Mistress “but I’m afraid you will have to be punished again for your behaviour today. I saw what you were doing – I saw you touching yourself – and that behaviour is simply unacceptable in my classroom!” Now the boy was young and inexperienced, but not stupid, and it occurred to him that if the School Mistress really didn’t want boys to become aroused, then perhaps HER behaviour (not to mention dress) should be modified. Of course, he didn’t express this thought. As I say, he wasn’t stupid! He hung his head and stayed silent. Thinking that perhaps he’d be forced to wear the panties for another day which was hardly a punishment at all. However, the Mistress was having other thoughts. “Now then, because you’ve still not learned your lesson, I’m afraid your punishment will have to be more severe. Bend forward across my desk!” The boy was horrified! Surely she wasn’t going to cane him? Not for having an erection that she’d caused! Apparently she was. The boy quivered as he did as he was told. Tears of shame and humiliation welled in his eyes – not to mention fear as he heard the Mistress flexing her cane – swishing it through the air. “Are you ready?” the Mistress asked him. Now the boy was far from ready, but could hardly say so and anyway the Mistress seemed not to expect an answer because she struck him hard across his pantied buttocks. The pain startled a yelp from the boy and a strange heat surged through his body. He whimpered at the second stroke, but by the third stroke he was aware that the heat was having a profound effect on his penis. Precum seeped from the tip and wet the front of the panties. He found himself grinding his cock against the hard edge of the desk, wishing it were something softer. This time he merely groaned. “That will do” said the Mistress – her voice soft now, throaty – as if something were caught there – as if her breathing were restricted in some way. The boy stayed where he was, panting, with wet face and wet panties and waited to see what would happen next…

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Catherine’s Cream Buns Contest Update (and other musings)

catherine — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 15:44:28 +0000

I just had to let you all know about the response I’ve had to my “Cream Buns” contest. It’s been quite surprising to me! Not only have I received quite a number of entries, but the quality has been gratifyingly high. I expected that the entries would consist of a few words – a couple of paragraphs at the most – but some of you have written in great detail about how you would like to see the Apprentice punished. It’s going to be very difficult to decide on a winner! Originally, I thought that I’d be given a couple of general ideas upon which to base a story (to be used as the Bedtime Story on the birthday edition of the Magic Bus) but some of the entries have been complete stories in themselves. I have to say that I’m most impressed! Some of the entries have come from regular passengers on the Magic Bus and some from chatters I’ve encountered in our chat rooms. I know that many of the Magic Bus passengers are also avid listeners to the other kinky sex radio shows to be found on cockradio.com and even though my show is recorded, there is plenty of live mistress radio to be found on cockradio. There’s still time to enter my contest – see the details in my blog “Catherine’s Cream Buns Contest“.

Speaking of the Magic Bus, I have to thank one of the passengers for starting a thread on teasemania.com. It seems that some of you would like the opportunity to download past episodes of the Bus and tommy has started a thread with that in mind. I’m most flattered and pleased that so many of you enjoy our weekly journeys through the psychedelic highways and byways of my mind. Or, to put it another way, I’m happy that you enjoy me inflicting my musical taste upon you! Having said that, I’m always happy to consider any requests you might have or dedications you’d like me to make. I say consider – because you won’t necessarily get what you ask for – I am, after all, so fond of tease and denial…

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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Hard Day, Hard Night

catherine — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 17:58:31 +0000

If you’d rather listen than read, just click here…

NB: This story was written by little x – a favourite of mine from chat.

“I arrive home to find you on your knees, naked except for a small apron, your head bowed. I kiss the top of your head lightly as I drop my things on the floor next to you. Taking your chin in my hand, I raise your face up to meet my gaze. “It pleases me to see you waiting here just as I have instructed you” I murmur, “but I have had a very hard day so I’m afraid you’re going to have a hard evening”. Still holding your chin, I smile and then slap your face slowly and deliberately once, twice, three times. I see you trying to smile up at me through the tears that have sprung to your eyes and I watch with satisfaction as the redness from my slaps spreads all across your left cheek. “Put my things away and bring me a drink” I tell you as I turn and walk toward the living room. I know the sound of my high heels clicking on the ceramic tile floor gives you a special thrill as you scurry to do as you’re told.

After a very few minutes you reappear next to my chair holding a small tray and offer me my Irish whiskey just the way I like it. Although inwardly I marvel at how quickly you have performed this little service, I arch an eyebrow and demand that you get back on your knees with your face to the floor. After a long delicious swallow of my drink, I stand and walk around to inspect your upturned bottom. I see some faded marks from older punishments and a few distinct reddish lines from the short caning I gave you the day before yesterday. Making my choice quickly, I reach for the black riding crop from among the canes and other implements protruding from the umbrella stand next to my easy chair. Without hesitating, I slash the crop down on your bare backside five or six times in rapid succession. The sudden sharp pain takes your breath away, and you have no time to process the sensation or recover from one blow before the next one lands. I step back and smile as I see red blotches the shape of the spanker tip of my crop appear and then deepen in colour. Among them are three red lines where the braided leather of the rod made its punishing contact with your buttocks. I hear you whimpering softly, but you say nothing. The rush of dominance I feel from inflicting this punishment is so pleasurable that I place the palm of my left hand on the small of your back and bring the riding crop down across your bottom again and again, this time more slowly and deliberately, leaving three or four seconds between the strokes. Although this may seem to the uninitiated like a small kindness, I know that it multiplies your suffering by allowing you to feel the impact of each stroke more fully without giving you enough time to recover from the pain. Now you are crying although you still have not said a word since I began to punish you.

Placing the riding crop back into the stand, I sit back down in my chair and take another sip of my whiskey. “You may rise and thank me, Little One,” I say softly, and I watch with great satisfaction as you stand painfully and wipe the tears from your face before kneeling in front of me and expressing your sincere thanks for the punishment I have inflicted on you. “How else may I serve you, Mistress?” you ask with shining eyes. “My feet require your attention now,” I respond, and you immediately kiss the toes of my black stillettos. “May I take them off for you, Mistress?” you plead. “Of course, darling boy,” I reply. After you remove my high heels, your eyes drink in the luscious spectacle of me raising my skirt high enough to unfasten the garter straps from my black stockings and tantalizingly peel the stockings down my long shapely legs. I drop them in front of you. Your cock, hard ever since your physical punishment began, now rages even harder at the sight. You scoop the stockings up and raise them to your face, breathing in the intoxicating scent for just a second before taking my right foot in your hands and caressing it lovingly. You repeat this act of devotion on my left foot and then you begin the ritual you know I require of you. Slowly and sweetly you kiss and suck each of my toes until you hear me moan out loud with pleasure.

“That was very nice, pet,” I tell you, “and now it is time for the cane. Go and bend over the spanking horse. Would you like me to strap you down, or can you hold still tonight without being bound?” I am pleased to hear you decline the restraints, even though you know my question means that I intend to cane you long and hard, and that your answer means that I will require you to hold your own arse-cheeks apart for me to direct my cane vertically down your tender crack, including your most private little rosebud in the punishment. The combination of your humiliation, pain and submission will be intoxicating for me and perhaps unbearable for you by the time I have finished striping your backside until the welts have merged into a shiny red glow across every inch of your bare bottom. “You may cry all you want, little one, but can you bear it for me without trying to escape?” I ask without expecting a reply. We shall see, I tell myself with another shiver of sexual arousal, and so I begin again…”

little x

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom – strap-on training , or cuckolding for instance – then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus (my erotic radio show) at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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A Ride on the Magic Bus

catherine — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 13:57:45 +0000

This story was written for me by a regular passenger on The Magic Bus, chastized, and I liked it so much that I wanted to share it with you all.

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I was comfortably seated on The Magic Bus, listening to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young singing Helpless, one of my favourite tunes of all time. I had my eyes closed, and I was digging the words “yellow moon on the rise, big bird flying across the skies, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless” when all of a sudden I heard the most intoxicating voice with a British accent whisper into my ear. My eyes flew open and there was the lovely and exquisite Empress Catherine. “What?” I stammered in surprise, “I’m sorry, Empress, I didn’t hear you. She gave me that look. The one that makes me melt, and get excited, and scares the bejesus out of me, all at the same time. I knew I was in deep trouble. She stared at me for a few more seconds and then said, “Chastized, you know how I hate to repeat myself. What I said was that we have serious business to conduct. You volunteered to perform a service for me, and I am holding you to your promise. The Magic Bus will be arriving at our destination soon; I wanted you to be mentally prepared.” My mind was racing. What promise? What did I have to do that required mental preparation? Oh hell!!! The Bus came to a stop. I stood up and looked around…

There was no one else on the bus except for Empress Catherine and myself. Who the hell had been driving the bus? Is The Magic Bus really magic? Empress Catherine began to make her way to the exit and I followed. We immediately entered a huge room that had the appearance of being a courtroom. I looked around and saw a bench, a witness stand, a place for the jury to sit and two tables. It was indeed a courtroom. Out of nowhere two beautiful deputies approached me. I recognized them immediately as Empress Cassidy and Princess Heather. I began to think I was just dreaming. Suddenly Princess Heather grabbed my arm and pushed me down on the ground. I hit the carpeted floor hard. Her knee landed in the small of my back and I was handcuffed with my hands behind my back. Princess Heather and Empress Cassidy, help lift me up so that I can stand and Empress Cassidy begins to pat me down. I am so surprised and caught off guard with everything, I forgot to enjoy the patting down. Satisfied that I’m not carrying any weapons, they escort me over to one of the tables, which has been conveniently marked “Defence”. I am told to sit, which I do right away. It’s plain to me that Empress Cassidy and Princess Heather are in no joking mood. They are pure business. As I wait patiently for what’s to come next I hear Empress Samantha’s sexy voice announce in a loud, authoritative tone, “The Honourable Ms Ally, all rise!” I stand up and sure enough, there’s Empress Samantha, also dressed in a deputy’s uniform complete with badge, handcuffs, baton, bullets and one of the biggest pistols I have ever seen. She is super-intimidating in her outfit. Entering the courtroom from the right of the bench is Ms Ally wearing a black robe. She takes her seat behind the bench and begins looking at the files which were left there. “Be seated,” Empress Samantha commands, and everyone sits down in their chairs. Ms Ally is holding a file and says in a loud commanding voice, “The Mistresses of LDW versus Chastized.” Empress Samantha says, “Would the defendant please rise.” I stand up. Ms Ally continues, “Chastized you have been charged with the following crimes against the Mistresses of LDW. The first charge is unauthorized masturbation. The second charge is failure to properly commit to a long-term denial plan. The third charge is failure to adequately secure your manhood into a chastity device. How do you plead?” What could I say? They had me dead to rights. It was all true. Even as I was contemplating the severity of my crimes, I still didn’t fully grasp the gravity of the situation. I mean, what would the punishment be? Should I plead not guilty? Would someone come to my defence? Ms Ally interrupted my chaotic thoughts with a bit of impatience. “Chastized, we do not have all day to wait on you. There are only two possible answers, guilty, or not guilty. Again, Chastized, I put it to you. How do you plead?” I gulp. I swallow. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I look at Ms Ally. She has never looked lovelier. Sitting behind a big desk, on a raised platform, she was looking at me with a questioning look. It’s almost as if she was daring me to say, not guilty. I looked at Empress Samantha for some guidance but there was none forthcoming. I looked back to Ms Ally and proclaimed, “Guilty.” Ms Ally nodded her head and said, “Let the record show that the defendant has pleaded guilty as charged. The court is now ready to pass down sentence. The second charge will be addressed first. Failure to properly commit to a long-term denial plan. This is a very serious breach of the LDW Cock Control creed. I hereby sentence you weekly contact with the Cock Control Mistress of your choice. You must call at least once per calendar week. The third charge of failure to adequately secure your manhood into a chastity device is a personal failing, and must be corrected this very day. The deputies will install your chastity device and entrust the Court with the keys. Your initial sentence is three months, and each subsequent sentence is to be a minimum of three months, with a maximum not to exceed three years. And now for the first charge and the one I consider the most serious. Unauthorized masturbation is a personal affront to the Mistresses of LDW. It cheats you of the opportunity and privilege of managing that nasty little habit of yours. The wearing of your chastity device will certainly keep you from committing this offence in the future; however, it is not punitive enough to satisfy this Court. Therefore, I am sentencing you to ‘six of the best’ to be delivered by the Court appointed official disciplinarian.” I heaved a huge sigh of relief. The sentence wasn’t that bad. I liked wearing a chastity device anyway and to call the Mistresses at Cock Control once a week wasn’t exactly a punishment. Of course I could withstand ‘six of the best’. All in all, it was a very light sentence. Then the whole world changed, and my stomach sank, and I began to sweat. I heard Ms Ally say, “Empress Catherine has just returned from her trip to the U.K. While there she managed to purchase twelve canes. ‘Six of the best,’ with each individual new cane on the bare backside to be delivered with the utmost strictness and harshness in full view of all witnesses here in this court. This sentence is to be commenced immediately. Please secure the prisoner to the whipping bench.”

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