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Floating Fantasies II

i have another school fantasy.

In this one, at the end of each day, after their baths but before bed, the students line up to receive any punishment they may have earned during the day. These are adult students you know, not children.

They line up in the hallway, about 15 students at a time, but there are three rooms, and quickly they’re dispersed, five to a room.

Ada gets the middle room, she hates the middle room. The Master in the middle room is the harshest of them all, and he seems to enjoy it the most. He’s young too, and really nice-looking, and she might have a little bit of a crush on him, which just makes it worse.

The drill is the same every night. He reads the list of infractions for each student, one at a time. There are rewards too, things they get points for, so sometimes a student might get off with only a few licks.

Ada thinks she must be the most disobedient of them all. Tonight, she is going to get 20 licks, but her ass is still sore from the night before, and the night before that. This is her third night in a row to earn more demerits than rewards, and she is humiliated that it has been with this Master each time.

“Ada,” he says, sounding surprised,, and reproachful. “I thought you told me you wouldn’t be back for a while. What happened?”

Ada drops her eyes, she can’t face his kindness. ”I can’t keep my mouth closed,” she says. ”I just ~ I get smart. I can’t seem to help it.”

“Well, bend over,” He says, “and let’s pull your skirt up. There you go. Yes, you still have some marks from yesterday. I’m going to use the ruler tonight. But I’ll wait, I’ll save you for last. I want you to just stay right there and think about what’s coming to you while I take care of the others.”

Ada waits, bent over the back of the couch, while he administers the licks to the other students. She can hear them squealing and whimpering, some of them cry and beg him to stop. She wiggles a little, knowing it will be her turn too soon.

She wonders if the other students have the same problem she has ~ when the Master punishes her, it makes her ~ well, it makes her hot. Hot between her legs, and wet too. When she goes back to her room, she always touches herself there until she feels a big rush of pleasure. She’s never told anyone this, and doesn’t think she ever could.

At last, all the other students have been disciplined and sent on to bed. Ada can feel her cheeks tightening at the thought of the whipping she’s about to get. Instead the Master tells her to stand up.

“Look at me,” he says, “Ada, The Masters agreed in our staff meeting today that the usual punishment does not seem to be helping you correct your behavior. Rather than keep doing what doesn’t work, we’ve decided to try a new strategy. We talked about expelling you…” he pauses, and Ada gasps, imagining the disgrace of being sent home.

“Yes,” says the Master, “But we didn’t want to give up on you just yet. Rather than going that far, we’re going to try a more radical punishment. Instead of whipping your backside, we’re going to whip ~ well, your front side.”

He pauses to let this sink in, and the flush on her face deepens as she begins to suspect what’s in store in for her. ”My ~ my front side?’ Her voice trembles.

“Yes, Ada,” he looks almost as if he feels sorry for her, but, “Between your legs, on the inside of your thighs, and your most delicate parts too. But don’t worry, I won’t harm you. We just want you to learn to be properly obedient. A good girl.”

“Now,” he says, and his voice is brisker, “Hop up here on the table. There’s a step stool here, you can use it.”

“But ~ but ~” she hesitates ~ no, really he can’t be serious.

“Come now, quickly,” he says, “Or I shall have to call for some of the other ~” and he breaks off as the door opens. One of the other Masters and a Headmistress come in.

“Giving you a hard time, is she, David?” asks Mistress Jane.

“Just a bit,” he says. ”I think she’ll do fine once she realizes we’re serious. Now, Ada, no more dawdling. Up on the table.”

Thinking she might die of embarrassment, but not sure what else to do, Ada steps up and seats herself on the edge of the long rectangular table. Master David says, “No, turn this way, yes, now scoot down a bit, yes, like that, now lie back,”

and she does as he directs her to do, finding herself on her back with her legs dangling off the end of the table. Her skirt has scooted up in the back, but is covering her thighs in the front.

Quite suddenly, Mistress Jane grabs Ada’s skirt at the hem and flips it up so Ada is completely exposed. At almost the same moment, Master David grasps one of her feet and the other Master, whose name she does not know, takes the other. With a quick movement, they push her knees back toward her chest.

Horrified, Ada realizes her private parts are totally exposed, and there is no escape from what is about to happen.


Wait ~ i don’t even know where that whole last part came from ~ that’s new for me. Yikes!

Also, i had a ton of visitors yesterday ~ thanks to Bonnie, at My Bottom Smarts, who was kind enough to mention me {waves…} Thank you very much ~ to Bonnie, and to all the people who visited.

This entry was posted in punishment, spanking on March 28, 2013. Edit

Floating Fantasies

There’s a school room fantasy.

i should tell you, i had these fantasies long before i was involved in kink, long before i imagined that i would be with someone who would really spank me.  i have always used them as part of the path to sexual satisfaction, {um, orgasm} but secretly for most of my life.  So i have lots of long standing fantasies, snippets of scenarios.

i’m not all about spanking, don’t get that idea.  i’m into power exchange and other aspects of BDSM, but it’s like Sir says, spanking is truly a fetish for me.  Here’s a bit of fantasy:

A student is told to come to the front of the room.  She’s in trouble for something she did earlier in the day.  The teacher can be male or female, it doesn’t matter. He or she is holding a pointer, about the length and diameter of a curtain rod.

They instruct the student to bend over a desk, which is there for that purpose.  She has to lean across the desk, and grasp the other side of it.

The teacher uses the pointer to raise the girl’s skirt.  She is not wearing panties.   Not allowed to.

The teacher slaps the pointer against their own hand a few times, and says, “Class!  This student refused to follow directions.  She was disobedient and talked back to a Master this morning.  I’m sorry to have to interrupt your lessons to punish her, but disobedience and rudeness are unacceptable.”

“She will get 20 licks and remain on display for about an hour, until our 2:00 break.”

The pointer whistles a bit as the teacher swings it, right before it lands on the student’s ass.   A red line appears almost immediately, and the teacher waits until the mark is visible before drawing back for the next strike.


Hmmm.  i guess that’s another exhibitionist one, isn’t it?  i don’t know what Sir will say about that.

It’s funny ~ i had a blog before, and Sir didn’t read my posts, at least He hardly ever did.  Now He does, and i like that a lot, but it makes me wonder how He’s going to react.  It doesn’t make me write anything different, i’m not censoring, it just makes me wonder.

Things that Could Happen

Sofia is on the computer, as she so often is.

Sir is coming down the hall ~ He enters the study.

“Sofia,” He says.”

“Mmmmhmmm,” she says, barely glancing up.  She doesn’t notice the look on His face.

His voice is mild.  “Are you working on something important?” He asks.

“No, Sir,” says says, still typing, “Just making a comment on this post on Facebook.  Nothing important.”

“Stop,” He says.

“Ok, but ~ ” she looks up then.

He’s watching her, intently.  She can’t read the look on His face.  Not angry, no, but stern, maybe?  Solemn?

“Yes, Sir?” she says, one eye still on the computer.

“Who am I?” He asks.

“Who are you?” she’s a bit baffled.  “Why, you’re Sir, of course,” and she smiles.  “My Sir.”

But He doesn’t smile back, and now she’s a little nervous.  “Right?” she says. “My Sir, um, my Master?”

He nods, “Yes,” He says.  “And who are you?”

“Your submissive,” she says, a note of uncertainty in her voice.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir,” she says earnestly, “You, of course, Sir.”

He nods, His face softening a bit.  “Yes, you do.  You belong to me.  So when I say ‘sofia,’ what do you think i want?”

“My ~ oh,” her face falls as she realizes where this is going, “My attention, Sir.”  It is a whisper.  “You want my attention.”

“If you’re in the middle of something important,” He says, “A work thing, or something you’re writing, I can understand it taking a minute for you to refocus.  But Facebook?”

“I’m sorry,” she says, quckly in a rush, “i’m so sorry, i wasn’t thinking, i really am sorry.”  And she is.  This is the man she loves, her Master, who gives her so much and is patient and loving and really, she really is sorry.

And He knows that.  So He smiles, “I know.” He says.  “it’s ok.  I know. So drop your pants.”

“Oh!” she flushes then, she feels the red in her cheeks and her neck, but He is watching and there is no argument to make.

She stands and reluctantly pulls her pants down.  The air is cool on her ass, and her pussy is bare too.

“Go get the paddle, please,” He says, “and bring it to me.”

“O, but ~ yes, Sir,” she says, clutching her pants with one hand as she heads down the hall.

“Scurry!” He says, and she moves faster, grabs the paddle and hurries back, still holding her pants in the appropriate place.

“Good girl,” He says, taking the paddle.  “Now let go of the pants and bend over.”

There is really only one place to “bend over” in the study ~ a two-drawer wooden file cabinet ~ so she bends at the waist. placing her elbows on the top of the cabinet.   The cabinet only reaches to her thighs, so her torso is lower than her hips.  Her ass seems very exposed.

He puts a hand on the back of her neck and pushes her head down.  This seems to raise her ass further.  With one foot, he nudges her to spread her legs wider.

“Seven,” He says.  “And each time I want you to say ~ no,” he pauses, “You tell me what you’re going to say.  What are you going to do differently from now on?

“Pay attention, Sir,” she says.  Her voice seems muffled with her face down, away from Him.    “i will pay attention.”

“Let’s make sure you’ve got it right,” He says.  “Here’s one for practice.”

The paddle lands with a thud, and she bites her lip.  “I will pay attention, Sir,” she says.

“Very good,” He says, “But what about ‘thank you, Sir?’  Aren’t you always supposed to say that?”

“Yes, Sir,” her voice trembles.

“Let’s try another practice one,” He says, “This one doesn’t count either.”


The paddle lands, and she almost jumps, but doesn’t, and “Thank you, Sir!” she says it quickly, “i will pay attention!”

“Much better,” He says.  “Now we can begin.  This will be One.”


Theoretically, that could happen at my house, but it doesn’t.  Not because i’m always as attentive as i could be, but because Sir doesn’t hold me accountable for things like that.  i’m not sure He notices, really.   If He does, He hasn’t said anything.

But it’s important to me that i’m attentive to Him.   So i do try to be.  i try to look up and attend to Him when He’s talking, try not to be distracted by other things.  i guess i feel like it’s a rule.

But it’s my own rule.  He doesn’t enforce it.  Probably doesn’t even know it’s my rule.

So if it matters to me, i have to enforce it, live up to it, myself.  Sometimes, i wish He’d be responsible for more things like that, but He’s probably not going to, i don’t think He even thinks that way, i don’t think He would say to Himself, “she needs to pay attention to me when i speak!”

But i think it’s important.  i don’t know if that’s submissive, or just a way to show love and respect.

Or maybe i just want more spanking.  It’s hard to say.