What you are about to read is a role playing game, born in an Italian forum I frequent spanking ( The Board ).
L. I said I can play, provided that each time you publish any disciplinary action that the Board provides a teacher for me.
This afternoon I had the honor of playing with Professor Grozny. He made this session a delicate mix between spanking and BDSM and sober, in my view. I liked it, I hope you like it too!
A little background: Taken from the summer heat, I and other college, we have requested the ability to reopen the pool of college. Since permission was granted there would be only if we ourselves have to clean up the pool, we decided to work around the problem by calling a cleaning company. The cost we charged to stolen credit cards to a teacher. And once the cleaning is done, we gave a party alcohol poorly tolerated by the body decent. And then each of us has received the right punishment separately.
Mine is this.
-afternoon, late-
calculating the distance between earth and moon, divide it by half the radius of a circle X, adding catheter and hypotenuse, and intensified throughout the air of this college ... I have a good chance to meet Professor Grozny in 2024 along the corridor of the lunchroom. By then he maybe 98-99 years, and it will certainly be forgotten that in 2010 was to punish me!
But while they are in my backyard to make very precise calculations, a voice coming from my shoulders I invest: "You know that was the mind of all that happened last week?".
A cold shiver runs through me back: I know that voice!
The unpredictable happened.
Professor Grozny stands with one hand on the side to observe without expression.
Stammer an answer any "Emmm ... Do not imagine that an enthralling .. I had no idea of \u200b\u200bcombining all this chaos. "
"Well, answer me-first act must always think of the consequences, but it seems that you apply this rule. Follow me in my office. "
are incredulous. I overestimated. I dreamed of escape, but my own My legs are bringing in the very room of Professor babbles calm as I ear that he intends to apply to my case, an exemplary punishment.
The study of the teacher is wonderful. Lined with history books and literature. A true heritage.
Prof. stopped talking, and I take this opportunity to remind him that this is my first punishment, hoping to get some 'leniency, but in response telling me to undress.
This is really too much for me!
"No I'm not counting! - Protested vociferously, is a pure injustice, I threw an idea, if others have the library that it my fault?"
"Miss - he answers with a non-patient tone is an injustice. You pay for having the idea and have incited other students to violate the rules of the college. "
mount a deep hatred I feel the calm of this man!
Okay-I think to myself, if I want to punish, to make facciamoglielo quickly, and start to undress.
off your shoes and socks, via the tie, blouse, skirt. I do it slowly. I fold everything so picky. Accurate. But this does not seem to give him any trouble. He waits without saying anything, as if he had all the time in the world.
I take off my bra and then, the last bastion of my modesty. Off my panties. I
is taking everything, but I have no intention of giving satisfaction to issue a single groan lasted throughout the punishment.
I are instructed to direct me to a pillory which is supported at the bottom of the wall.
My heart jumps in my throat, and helps me to slip inside his head and wrists, only to be restrained by a padlock. Not I've never been so linked, just realize that for no reason I can not defend is invested in panic. Sudo
cold. And
him, he notes.
is approaching, and I support his warm hand on her back: "Do not worry lady ... is in good hands ... stay calm, which will last much less than she thinks. "
His voice is like if I tore my bad thoughts, takes me back to earth in that room, and I am hoping that is true what he says.
I gently caressing her hair to make me calm again, and at the same time leads me next to the desk and makes me bend in order to have the sit well exposed and her breasts falling on deaf ears.
I feel my heart beat wildly again, I said, maybe, maybe I just thought "I'm ready ..".
And in reply I sense whisper in his ear: "Stay calm and try to relax ..".
's anger melts first, I feel tamed by her voice. From his command.
And when I close my eyes to take a big sigh, and putting down the tears that are coming up to me in the eyes, a dull pain comes suddenly.
Professor Grozny applies two clamps with weights to my nipples.
"aaaaaah!" The determination not to scream went up in smoke before it began, surprised as they are.
"You know why I put small weights?" He asks.
And while the pain does not appear to fade I try to resume a bit 'of self-confidence and boldness: "... umm ... I ... I'm missing right now ... ladies ...!".
"'It's the tradeoff for the weight of your words ..." sentence quietly and disappears behind my back. The lesson
pseudo Dante I do not enjoy it, and meanwhile the professor back next to me holding something behind his back, but I do not see what it is.
I turn around. A. Two. Three times.
heard his steps in his room and the beat of my heart in my head.
I'm back in front, barely touches the weights and they begin to sway back and torture her breasts. All around is silence
lazy August afternoon and I was surprised to think, please hurry up, punish me, I can not have more! But the pain increases.
"Noooo ... bastaaaa!" I say, not withstanding the strong and sudden numbness in my buttocks were lashed by a whip something ...!
"I never thought of making noise, I dispiiiiaceeeee" I complain after hearing the first shot.
"Miss I said to think before speaking," says tonelessly.
"This will cost you 5 rounds ... more
...". And the whip strikes two more times on me.
What situation am I in? Immobilized, naked and sore.
I think I will not open his mouth more for the rest of the day, and that I will never think of stupid ideas to propose to my companions, and are bent forward, careful not to move too.
I feel marked by other shots in succession: buttocks and thighs are not spared from punishment.
Then suddenly nothing.
Only time goes slowly by burning it slowly disappears, the professor starts to impose upon me. My eyes swollen with tears, are in a situation so complicated that I would want to break out to cry.
"How are you?" He asks.
And me, I'm confused by that question, and I slipped a "good" in response, even though no good nothing.
me through two fingers, which I think are wet to the skin. The passes gently on the signs of the buttocks and legs.
automatically stiffen it and I feel I whisper: "Do not worry. It 's almost finished ...".
And as I speak, strikes again exposed my buttocks with his open hand, so strong, deeply, with great violence.
I do not know if I would do more harm than the snap of his hand or kick receiving my poor little breasts, and I find myself crying.
Perhaps strong, or perhaps soundlessly, I do not know.
But I know that the teacher will move closer to my face, and collects my tears with her fingers and then pass them on the signs that he himself has left on me. My tears burn.
resumes to spank me again, and then stops.
He sits in his chair and looking into my eyes wet still speaks to me: "Miss ... how are you?".
But this time, I can not say anything, I have a whole world of emotions that I scrape the throat, and pain that I reaches the brain, and brain is empty ... and the look in your eyes, as if to say there sees an answer in there?
find an answer in my eyes. And while I slam my eyelids thin collapse to the ground my tears, and I apologize, I would ask him if he has forgiven me ...
He looks at me, I look good, and reach out your hand to me.
I loose the clamps. A new pain comes over me, and I know that is the last, I know that there will be others.
him, back to turn myself around, stands behind me an incalculable time, my heart beats slower now, where fighting has been dropped his whip, and back in front of me, frees me from the hands and neck clamp of the pillory, and I do not it only a physical weight. I feel good, tired, sore but fine.
"Stand still," he warns.
And I can not make others do his bidding, even though I have nothing that binds me. I want to stand still, still as a statue. Just because I'm asking him.
Suddenly, it's like inside me, it was done off a deep sense of respect for this person who guided me in so hard and difficult times so sympathetic, and always taking my moods dark. It seems to me to see with new eyes now.
"Young lady, dressed and go back to his room. I hope I have understood the lesson ...".
I would tell him that I understood, I would throw my arms around him and tell him that I understood very well, but I do not say anything and just shake my head in a million SISISISISI. As a horse crazy.
And then, recovery inserting my clothes quickly, then take the road to the door as quickly as possible. I meditate to thank him before leaving, I should go make me a hint as simple as that, and while I have my hand on the doorknob.
But, instead of opening the door I'm pulling.
The professor draws me close to him, and I mess my hair. And suddenly whispered in my ear: "Miss ... is allowed to cool to its parts reddened. "
My cheeks turn red with embarrassment, but I lose a smile. For his good deed for his statement that he broke the silence.
I look at him in His eyes and say, "Thanks." Thanks a load of so many things that only people who have been in this room can understand.
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