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…

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Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

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…

When the naughty schoolboy awoke early that morning, he found that his customary morning erection felt even more urgent than usual – despite the explosive release the night before. Or perhaps BECAUSE of that release and the fantasies leading to it. He crept from the dormitory without waking the other boys and tiptoed through the silent early-morning school to the room of the School Mistress. He had no idea what he would do when he got there, but the compulsion to seek her out was overwhelming. So it was that the School Mistress was awakened from her own feverish dreams by the sound of scratching at her door. Hastily pulling on a thin silk robe to cover her nakedness she slipped from her warm bed and swiftly crossed the room and opened the door. Even before she opened it she knew what she’d find and the sight of the naughty schoolboy kneeling there in his school-regulation striped pyjamas made her smile inwardly. His face was turned up to her in mute appeal as she hissed at him “What are you doing here – what is it you want?” The truth was that the boy didn’t really know what he wanted and the sight of the School Mistress with her hair in disarray, her partially exposed body rosy from sleep, her breasts threatening to spill from the barely closed robe all caused his tongue to swell in his mouth – rendering him incapable of speech. He merely attempted his most winning smile which, in the rather strained circumstances, came across as a pathetic grimace. “Get in here you silly boy, before someone sees you!” the School Mistress hissed at him again. The boy found that his legs had apparently turned to jelly and so shuffled into the room and across the floor still on his knees. The Schoolmistress stood over the boy kneeling before her and asked him again “What is it you want?” The question was purely rhetorical of course, since she knew better than he did what he wanted. The boy was rendered inarticulate. His eyes were almost exactly level with the point at which the top of her thighs became more interesting – mesmerised by the flashes of cunt exposed to him through the gap in the robe as the School Mistress moved. The woman allowed her smile to flash too and, seizing the boy by one ear, dragged him over to a low chair. She sat down, causing the robe to slide open, exposing the full length of her long, slim legs. “Now then young man, tell me what this is all about.” The boy was transfixed by the sight of the Mistress’s elegant bare legs and feet and could do no more than form mumbled, incoherent sounds. “Cat got your tongue?” she chuckled, evilly. “Well then, since you refuse to explain yourself, you’ll have to be punished – drop those pants and turn yourself over my knee”. As if in a dream, the boy obeys with trembling hands and throbbing cock. As usual, his face flushes with embarrassment as the School Mistress looks directly at his hard cock. “I see we have the usual problem” she remarks drily. The boy is almost grateful for the opportunity to hide his face as he tips himself over her lap and gasps aloud at the sensation of his hard cock pressing against the silky-smooth flesh of his Mistress. He shifts position slightly and his cock slips easily between her thighs and he’s unable to resist sliding his cock spasmodically back and forth. His breathing becomes harder, faster as the Mistress runs her hands over his exposed bottom – slowly, caressingly. The boy fights to maintain some level of composure – and some control over his cock – as he feels that first hard SMACK of the woman’s hand on his arse. Again and again she strikes him – watching with great pleasure as his little bum reddens and glows. The boy can control himself no longer – the combination of the pain, the firm thighs pressing his cock, the intimacy of the bare-handed spanking is too much! The hot pain spreads from his buttocks into his hard, already-burning cock, culminating in an explosive orgasm between the thighs of the School Mistress. For a moment he simply groans ecstatically – basking in the orgasmic glow – not allowing himself to think about the penalty for such lack of control…

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or, if you’d like to get to know me a little first, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com and join me for Cock Whisperer on Thursdays at 9pm EST. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some cool tunes and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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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…

. . . → Read More: The School Mistress – Part VIII]]>

Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

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 stood there in front of the entire class – his trousers around his knees – in just his school shirt and tie and the “punishment panties”. Of course, truth to tell, the “punishment panties” had ceased to be any kind of punishment some time ago. This, however, was a whole new, fresh hell. The heat in his blushing face was matched only by the heat in his cock. How could this be? The more the other boys sniggered and whispered, the redder his face became and the more painfully stiff his cock became! He felt his body overwhelmed by a wave of humiliation. He hung his head and watched his cock pushing (quite cheerfully it seemed to him) against the fabric of the silky pink panties. Bad enough that the other boys had seen the panties – but his erection! The boy began to feel faint with embarrassment when he heard the School Mistress addressing the class, “Now keep the noise down boys – I know he looks funny to you – standing there in that condition – but he’s about to demonstrate the correct procedure for dealing with an erect penis. Aren’t you, boy?” What? The boy’s mind whirled – she couldn’t possibly be serious, could she? Surely this was some kind of joke? He looked at her face and while he was able to detect a trace of amusement – there was certainly nothing to indicate any kind of joke. He swallowed. Hard. “Now then,” the School Mistress continued, “Perhaps you’d like to begin by explaining why you’re wearing those girl’s panties under your school uniform?” The boy struggled to answer, “Please miss, you told me to wear them.” “I told you to wear those panties today – is that what you’re saying?” “Well, no Miss, you didn’t tell me to wear them today…” “No – I thought not. So you’re wearing them just because you felt like it?” The boy found that he had nothing else to say on the matter and stood silent. “Cat got your tongue?” the School Mistress demanded. “Well then, you’d better proceed”. Proceed? Proceed with what? Surely she didn’t expect him to stand there and wank in front of his classmates. Apparently she did. Suddenly the classroom was quite silent. Not a boy spoke but all eyes were on the naughty schoolboy and his insistent cock.

The boy gave his cock a sort of experimental squeeze and was dismayed to feel it’s instant response. A sigh rippled around the room and the boy was slightly emboldened. He slid his hand inside the panties and gave his cock a firmer squeeze and began to stroke it with a slow, teasing rhythm. Best to just get it over with quickly perhaps. In another second he’d almost forgotten about his audience. All except for one member. The School Mistress had moved closer to him and her eyes were focussed on his hard, throbbing cock. His stroking quickened and his breathing matched it. He began to pant and moan and an echoing moan could be heard from the other boys. By now every cock in the room was hard. The School Mistress’s intent gaze was almost enough to push the boy over the edge and into orgasm. His mind filled with images of her. Unspeakable, filthy images. There was an overwhelming impression of panting, clutching, sweating bodies. Of hair, lips, tongues… The boy cried out in his agony and ecstasy and as he was about to plunge into the oblivion of his orgasm, the School Mistress said sharply “Very well – that’s enough now!” Enough? Enough! It wasn’t enough for the naughty schoolboy! “But Miss!!” cried the boy, “Never mind – I’ve decided I don’t want any mess in the classroom. We’ll continue this another time. I think that perhaps I should give you another punishment”, she said with a sinister swish of her cane. The boy could have wept from frustration; could have struck the School Mistress in disappointment. But wait, she’d said “another time” – what did she mean by that? Hmmmm – I wonder…?

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or, if you’d like to get to know me a little first, 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 and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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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 . . . → Read More: The School Mistress – Part VII]]>

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

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…

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

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?

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or, if you’d like to get to know me a little first, 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 and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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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 . . . → Read More: The School Mistress – Part VI]]>

THE SCHOOL MISTRESS – PART VI – Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine

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…

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

The naughty schoolboy stood there in only his shirt, his hard penis jutting out. The School Mistress’s hand was gripping his hair, forcing his head back cruelly. She had just told him, “Today’s lesson in control has only just begun…” and the boy trembled to think what that might mean. His cock was still sore and throbbing in a mixture of lust and pain from the application of the School Mistress’s ruler. His “punishment panties” lay on the floor where he’d dropped them at her command. Pointing at them now the School Mistress told him to pick them up and pass them to her. As he did so, he felt a sense of relief. Well, if he only had to wear the panties again, that was really no punishment for him. Not any more.

However, the Mistress had other ideas. To his horror, she took the panties from him and began to tie them over his mouth, tightening them and gagging him. The pink fabric which had seemed so pretty and delicate was now cutting into his flesh and making his eyes water. The School Mistress saw this and gave a sort of laugh. Yes, a SORT of laugh. Not the sort that makes you think of bright, sparkling sunshine and flowers. More the sort that makes you think of small stuffy rooms, the warm, dark velvet of night, of promises and secrets. “If the gag makes your eyes water, then I can’t wait to see what effect the next part of your lesson will have. Anyway, no one will hear you now.” The School Mistress glanced down and was secretly pleased to see that the boy’s penis was still hard and upright – like a puppy begging for attention – but the boy was not to see her pleasure. “Bend over my desk, filthy boy, the lesson’s about to begin.” The boy did as he was told. Really he had no choice. By now he was unable to do anything but follow the School Mistress down whatever path she led him. No matter where that path might end. He bent over the desk again and braced himself for another caning. Every nerve in his body felt alive and tingling but instead of the sound of his Mistress’s cane, he heard the silky whisper of clothing. What could she be doing? Surely not undressing? Suddenly he felt her press against him, felt the silk stockings, her warm smooth thighs against his. Felt the heat from that place he’d dreamt of so often, the slight tickle of hair and something else – something he couldn’t identify. Something hard and smooth. The School Mistress backed away a little, leaving him panting, almost weeping with anticipation and longing, even though at this point he was barely aware of what he longed for. He cried out through the gag as he felt the touch of his Mistress’s finger tracing the contours of his smooth young bottom, still burning from the caning he’d received. The finger slid between the cheeks, finding the tight, puckered opening, and probed gently but firmly. The boy was shocked and thrilled to the core. What was this? He’d heard of such things between some of the older boys in the school but the idea that a woman might do this had never occurred to him. She slid her finger out, leaving him dizzy and confused. Was that it then? It was not. He felt the School Mistress lean forward, over him. Felt her hard nipples pressing through her silk shirt, through his shirt and into his back. Felt her warm breath against his ear, betraying her excitement. Somehow, this frightened him more than anything. He felt her parting his buttocks with the fingers of one hand and that hard, smooth something pressing against his little virgin arsehole. He screamed through the gag as the thing pressed harder. Surely it would split him in two? The pain was excruciating and yet, and yet… Deep inside him a dark blossom of pleasure began to open. He stopped struggling and, without even realising he’d done so, gave up his soul to the School Mistress. His hard, throbbing cock dripped with precum and he no longer felt the need to restrain himself. Waves of bliss began to wash over him. The Mistress’s voice broke into his head “Well then, that’s enough for today!” and the probing thing was withdrawn and he felt her stand upright and move away. The boy groaned and sobbed through his gag. The tears ran down his red face and he turned to his Mistress – love and loathing showing clearly in his eyes. All the hate, all the love, all the frustrated desire. He saw the thing she had used on him. It looked like a large penis made of plastic or rubber and she was putting it away into a bag. Without even glancing at him she started to walk away saying, “And that, my boy, is control…”

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me  or 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 and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

Empress Catherine 800-601-6975
www.phonesexteasing.com and www.cuckoldfantasycalls.com

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…

If you’d . . . → Read More: The School Mistress – Part V]]>

Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine

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…

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…”

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 and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

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The School Mistress – Part III – Another Erotic Bedtime Story by Catherine

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 . . . → Read More: The School Mistress – Part III]]>

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

The School Mistress – Part III – Another Erotic Bedtime Story by Catherine

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 was still bent over the School Mistress’s desk. Panting, with wet face and wet panties, waiting to see what would happen next. He was acutely aware of only two things – the heat pulsating from his buttocks to his hard penis and the closeness of the School Mistress. She, too, was breathing rather heavily. The panties hadn’t shielded his tender bottom from the caning and the boy was sure his bottom must look red and swollen through the sheer fabric. The only sounds now were of his own breathing and that of the Mistress. He didn’t dare move – she’d said nothing since she stopped caning him. He still pressed his hard cock against the edge of the desk, but furtively – afraid to anger the Mistress in case she decided to strike him again. He wasn’t able to prevent a low moan from leaving his lips. “Oh you poor boy!” said the Mistress in this new voice – this voice so different from the one she normally used in class. “Have I hurt you?” Now as I mentioned previously, this boy was far from stupid – only inexperienced and naive – and so recognised this as a rather foolish question in the circumstances and thought it better not to answer. He felt the Mistress’s hand begin to caress his bottom through the panties – those panties he was supposed to be wearing as a “punishment”. His sharp gasp was misinterpreted by the School Mistress and she said “Oh dear – I really have hurt you!” Her smooth, cool hand slipped beneath the fabric of the panties, gently stroking and soothing his inflamed buttocks.

The boy groaned again – this time from sheer pleasure. The coolness of her hand assuaged the burning pain but did nothing to lessen his raging erection. The Mistress began to peel the panties down over the boy’s bottom until they slipped around his ankles. “Yes” she said “Your poor bottom’s all red and sore-looking – perhaps I should kiss it better…”. The boy could hardly believe his ears – had she really said that – more to the point, was she really going to do that? Apparently she was. He felt her warm breath on his bottom and braced himself for the kiss in a way that he hadn’t for the cane. Her soft, moist lips touched his burning flesh, her tongue traced the outline of the welts and the boy moaned again – and kept moaning as he continued to thrust his cock against the hard desk. His entire body quivered and trembled. Just as the boy felt he could stand no more, the Mistress’s tongue slipped into the hot, dark crevice between his arse cheeks. This pushed him quite over the edge – all the fear, the pain and the desire burst from him in an explosive orgasm. His cock throbbed convulsively, spurting hot cum onto the desk and leaving him shaking and panting – his heart pounding in his chest. “There!” said the Mistress in the low, soft voice “Feeling better?” The boy was barely able to nod. “But look what a mess you’ve made – you naughty boy! What’s to be done with you?” The boy sighed and smiled to himself. Was he to be punished again…?

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 and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings or the Pub Lunch on Wednesdays at 1:00 pm.

Empress Catherine 800-601-6975

http://www.voxerotic.com/main.php?action=show&tease=138

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

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 . . . → Read More: The School Mistress – Part II]]>

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

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

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 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…

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 and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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

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

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…

Some people – older, sophisticated people – might wonder how a school mistress in a boys’ boarding school could afford such sharp Italian suits, such fine hand-made shoes, but the boys in her charge could only watch, entranced. Those same people (cynics, shall we call them?) might wonder what exactly it is she teaches? Perhaps it’s English literature – she does read excerpts from books – literature she calls it. “Smut” those cynics might call it.

On this particular day the boys were not thinking of these things at all. Half of them were barely aware she was even reading to them. They merely drank her in with their eyes, inhaled her fragrance and absorbed her essence through their very pores. It was the last lesson of the day and the warm spring sunshine and the mesmerizing tone of her voice made all the boys feel sleepy. Well, sleepy except for one particular part of their bodies. That part was very much awake! The School Mistress would always wear her hair tightly coiled around her head. The boys would wonder how it would look loose and tumbled around her shoulders. It was the subject of many a masturbatory fantasy as they lay in the dormitory at night. In fact, it would only take one of the boys to mention the School Mistress for all the cocks to stand to attention as the boys lay in their narrow little beds. So it was that some of the daydreaming boys were a little startled when the Mistress asked for a volunteer. One boy in particular was so startled that he quickly took his hand away from his hard little cock (where it had been “resting”) and raised it above his head without even knowing what he was volunteering for. “Congratulations – you’re now the Pickup Monitor” he heard the Mistress say as she smiled at him. “Pickup Monitor? What’s that?” The other boys laughed as the new Monitor’s face turned beet red. “Well,” said the Mistress “If you’d been listening instead of daydreaming, you would know. You must watch me very closely and every time I drop something on the floor you must get down and pick up up for me – think you can manage that?” The boy was fairly certain he could manage the first part, and the second would surely follow. The new Pickup Monitor didn’t have long to wait to begin his duties. The School Mistress dropped a pencil on the floor as she sat on the edge of her desk, reading aloud, and the boy immediately fell to his knees to pick it up. Of course in that position, he couldn’t help but notice her beautiful feet and ankles in their high-heeled stilettos. From there his eyes naturally travelled upward just as, coincidentally, the Mistress crossed her lovely legs. The sight made his already hard cock grow perceptibly and his face reddened. His face and his cock remained in the same state for the rest of the lesson. When the lesson ended, all he wanted to do was to leave and take care of the situation in his pants. However, the School Mistress had other ideas and made him stay after the other boys had left. The other boys whispered to each other – jealous that he’d been singled out and envied him being alone with the Mistress. “Now then you grubby little boy – I saw you looking up my legs when you were picking up that pencil. I hope you’re not going to take advantage of your new position? I hope you’re not going to make a habit of such behaviour? In any case, you must be punished.” “Yes Miss” said the boy, wondering what the punishment might be. The Mistress had a habit of leaving a long, slim cane lying on her desk as she read to the boys. This cane was the stuff of legend. Every boy knew someone, who knew someone who’d been caned by the Mistress and many tales were told about these canings, but no one seemed to have had any first-hand (or should that be bottom?) experience. “I was going to cane you – but that might be a little harsh for a first offence. I’ve decided that instead you will wear these…” With that the Mistress pulled out a pair of very pink and very frilly panties from her desk drawer. “The next time you come to class you will wear these under your uniform – they will remind you of how you must conduct yourself.” The boy swallowed hard. This was bad. This was humiliating. Still, it could have been much worse – no one need know. He was about to turn away when the Mistress spoke again. “Not so fast, young man. I want to see you put them on – just to make sure you don’t disobey me.” “What?” said the boy “You mean you want me to drop my pants and put these on here?” “That’s exactly what I mean!” said the Mistress with a wicked gleam in her eye. The boy’s face reddened even more as he reluctantly dropped his pants. Now the Mistress would see his secret (or not-so-secret) hard-on. As if in response to this thought, his traitorous little cock became even harder at the thought of being seen by the Mistress. The boy hung his head in shame as he struggled to get the frilly panties over his unruly penis as the Mistress coolly watched his every move. He stood there for a moment as she gazed openly at his cock, bulging from the tight panties. “That will do for now” she said “You are dismissed.” The boy quickly pulled on his pants and scampered from the room, breathing a sigh of relief.

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 and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

Empress Catherine 800-601-6975

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