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…?

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Is it fear or desire that trembles your hand as you pass me the cane? I tilt your face towards me, look into your eyes and the answer is there. You swallow visibly. Your heart beats so hard, so fast, that it too seems palpable as you kneel there, naked. Well, not quite naked. The stiff leather collar chafes your neck and I can tell you’d like to adjust it, to relieve the irritation even just a little. But you don’t. You don’t dare. And here we are again – back to that age-old paradox. If you disobey or displease me, you know your punishment will be harsher. And yet you seek that punishment, crave the pain. So what would the punishment be? Would it be more intense pain, or would it be pain withheld? You never really know do you? Of course at this stage you can think of little else but the desire to be bent over my knee, your hard cock pressing against my firm, smooth thigh; your arse throbbing from all the welts arranged there by my cane. Your body becomes one all-encompassing throb doesn’t it? The pain and the desire mingling until your heart, your cock, your burning buttocks throb in unison. But perhaps today you’ll be denied the warmth of my lap. Today your additional punishment might mean that you’re tied to the whipping bench. That cold leather offering no comfort, but perhaps an added piquancy to the agony inflicted by my cane. But for now you are content to be under my control. Your ego included in the power-exchange pact. How is it that when you become this little boy, awaiting punishment and absolution at the hands of your Mistress, you feel more of a man than at any other time? Perhaps there’s no need to solve this mystery of desire, perhaps you need only take a deep breath and allow yourself to be swept away. I sit, flex the cane and give you the signal to bend over my lap. When you’re in place, I trace the tip of my cane down the length of your spine, lightly marking the outline of the welts I plan to make on your bottom. Your cock pulsates against my stocking top, making me smile, and your balls tighten as you take that deep breath and surrender yourself completely to me and to desire.

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You struggle to the surface of a deep, dreamless sleep to feel me fumbling between your legs. Your warm, soft cock raises it’s sleepy head to greet me as I take it in my hand. Too late you feel the cage encircle and confine your stiffening penis. Before you can protest, you’re distracted by my finger gently sliding into your arsehole, penetrating, probing, relaxing it and you moan softly, smiling, your eyes still closed.

Suddenly I push you onto your stomach, pressing your face into the pillow. You try to raise your head to breath, but I force your face into the pillow again. At the same time I’m forcing your thighs apart with my bare knees. I grab your cheeks in both hands and force them painfully apart, exposing your vulnerable arsehole and begin to press the tip of my largest strap-on at the entrance to your arse. You try to protest but your cries are muffled by the pillow, and I slap your bottom hard – first with my hand and then with my hairbrush. Over and over again with the hairbrush. “Shut the fuck up and take it bitch! Did you really think you were going to get away with it?” It’s hard to concentrate on anything but what’s happening at your nether regions, but you try in vain to think of what you’ve done to make me this angry.

No lovemaking this, no playful scene. The only passion I’m feeling is anger. This is just pure unadulterated fuck. Punishment fuck.

The sight of your bruised buttocks only fuels my passion and I drive the full length of the dildo into your arse and start riding you fast and hard. Stabbing you painfully before your body can adjust to this intrusion. I grab the back your head – gripping your hair – and force your head back painfully. You can barely catch your breath. Your cock is painfully confined, beating against the cock cage even as your heart pounds in your chest. The pain and the fury of my invasion of your arse combine to make your cock harden and swell to the limit of its confinement. There’ll be no release for you this night. No release of any kind.

You beg and plead for me to stop. Even as you do so, you realise that this only spurs me on to greater violence. Still, you can’t help yourself. Just as you think you can tolerate no more, I stop and withdraw the dildo abruptly – spitting into the crack of your arse as I do so. I use my foot to push you off the bed and onto the floor, telling you, “You can sleep there for the rest of the night” and I snuggle down into the bed with a sigh of contentment, leaving you a shivering, whimpering, sobbing heap on the floor. Your cock and your arse throbbing with pain. You still don’t know what you did…

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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

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You should have been more careful. You should have noticed the gleam in her eye when you said you’d do anything for her. You should have known it was a warning sign. Now look at you. Look at 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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You begin to shed your clothes the moment you walk through the door. I smile when I see the panties you wore all day. You’ve worn them since I handed them to you still warm from my body. And yet still you say you are not mine.

I stand in the middle of the floor waiting for you. You drop to your knees, naked except for the panties, and begin to crawl across the floor on hands and knees towards me. You bend and kiss my booted feet. As you do so you feel my other foot on the back of your neck and pure lust flushes your body. You think of me every moment of the day and night. Even in your dreams I’m there. While you’re making all those big important decisions in your office, I’m there in your head. The sound of my name pulses constantly through your veins. You count the minutes until you can spend time with me. Any kind of time. Yet still you say you are not mine.

I move my foot and allow you to sit up. My strap-on looms large in your face. I hold it out so that you may kiss, suck, engulf the hard rubber. Your own cock responds as you feel the dildo hit the back of your throat. Your eyes are closed but you hear the sound of my cane slicing the air and your heart begins to pound so hard that I can feel it from where I stand. Can you endure another caning? You still wear the scars from the last time. Even as you ask yourself this, you know that you will suffer any pain for me. Still, you say you are not mine.

I slide the dildo from your mouth and you begin to shake with anticipation. The sweat beads and runs down your body. Your breathing becomes hard and shallow. I grab you fiercely by the hair and hold your head steady. You moan softly. You feel me close to your face, my warm breath on your cheek, and you brace yourself against the coming pain. But the pain does not come – yet. Instead you feel something warm, soft, wet and sweet against your lips. My tongue slides between them and fills your mouth. Your penis throbs and pulses. Your soul dissolves and floats away. You are undone.

Do you still say you are not mine?

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It starts in your belly. The thick sweet tension. The desire. It spreads in a warm wave throughout your body until you’re sick with it. Your head spins, your mouth is dry, your tongue, surely, twice it’s normal size. Your heart is in your throat. You want the feeling to stop but even as you tell yourself this you know you’ll do anything to have it continue. Anything.

You’re on your knees before me. I lower my leather-gloved hand close to your face for you to kiss. The scent of the warm leather just adds to the tension. The tension that’s building inside until you feel you’ll burst. You kiss, inhale. I pat your head with my gloved hand. A sharp thread of joy runs through the desire. Under your breath – pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. What do you beg for? For me to stop? Or to continue? All you know is that you must have release. You hear me laughing softly, the sound of my cane slicing the air and your stomach turns over. It feels as though a thousand butterflies have just been released inside you. Butterflies that sting like bees. The pleading becomes sobbing as the first blow is struck. At last! All the feelings coalesce into a burning, throbbing ball in the pit of your stomach. I strike again and again at your exposed buttocks. You know how the stripes please me and your mind takes a step beyond sexual hunger and suddenly it’s all too much – too overpowering. The heat, the music, the perfume, the flickering candlelight, the pain. Your Mistress knows this. I stoop to kiss the raised welts. A kiss, a blow, a kiss, a blow. Which is more exquisite – the kiss or the blow? Which tortures your senses more? The sensations mingle – you can’t tell them apart. And finally, finally at a touch from my hand, the release! And all the burning, tearing, biting confusion inside you is gone. I take you in my arms and all passion is spent. There’s only stillness. The room has become a warm dark sanctuary – a world where only you and I live. A world of secrets. A world where words are seldom spoken. You feel my heart beat and feel yours match the rhythm – and you turn your face towards me…

“Embrace the night

don’t let me go

whispering ‘tomorrow, tomorrow’

to times gone by

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