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PADDLED BY THE TEACHER
The Spanking Experiments 1
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Chelsea Anderson has entertained fantasies of being
spanked and paddled all her adult life. But until she found an ad on a BDSM
site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope
of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. Intimate relationships haven’t
worked out for Chelsea. She feels like a freak because of her secret desires,
and because of her poor body image, she doesn’t believe herself lovable.
EXCERPT
He kisses me, tongue and all, and I’m lost in the
dizzying sensation of strong arms enfolding me while that magical mouth works
over mine. His dick is rock hard again, and I move my hips against it, rocking
them forward and backward, until I’m so damn wet the juices trickle down my
thighs.
“Chelsea…” His whisper sends shivers down my spine.
That incredible mouth moves to my neck, where he plants tiny bites up and down
my jawline. I want to fuck him so badly I taste it.
“Where do you want to be for this? The cross again?
One of the benches?” He grasps my breasts and dips his head, licking the
nipples with long, slow strokes. “I can’t wait to see these clamped.”
“Wherever you want me.” Thinking is impossible.
Breathing is difficult. Speaking is a chore.
“Come with me.” He takes my hand and leads me
toward a bowed leather bench. I’ve been intrigued with this one since spying it
when I first came into the room. “This might be too intense for you since
you’ll be restrained and completely open to me.”
“I’ll be all right. Thank you for asking.”
The expression on his face is tender. “Your care is
my concern.”
I like this. A lot. “Is it really this easy?”
Confusion fills his eyes. “Is what really this
easy?”
“Being a submissive.”
“Everyone’s dynamic is different. If you were my
sub, we’d work new things in over time, once you were ready. But of course,
that would depend on what you enjoyed, and what didn’t do it for you.”
“What about you? What does it for you?”
Every time he grins, I want to get on my knees and
beg him to fuck me. Hard. “I’ve already told you my two favorite things,
Chelsea, and we’ve done them both. The rest is icing on the cake.”
After he assists me into a comfortable position on
the bench, and both my wrists and ankles are restrained with soft leather, I
understand what he meant about this being intense. It’s that, plus it puts me
into a vulnerable position. My arms and legs are spread wide, and my hips are
arched upward slightly. The bench itself can be raised or lowered, lending all
sorts of decadent possibilities to what he will do with me and to me.
He makes a show out of circling me on the bench,
that sexy grin on his face. When he pulls gently on his cock, I yell in
frustration. “Please…”
“What do you want, Chelsea? Tell me.” The movement
of his hand up and down his shaft grows faster. Tiny beads of pre-cum are
visible at the tip. I lick my lips. “Tell me in detail what you want me to do
to you, or I will stand here and beat off in front of you.”
“Oh!” This isn’t just teasing. The truth is in his
eyes.
“I told you. I mean what I say, and I say what I
mean.”
Speak now, fool! “Flog my nipples. With a softer
flogger, please. Hit them. With … with your hands, and with a soft toy. Put
clamps on them. Flog my pussy. Paddle my pussy.”
A huge, wicked grin slowly spreads over his face as
I confess my secret desires. “What else? You’re not done. There’s more in your
eyes.”
Shit. I have to say it. There’s no way around this.
He senses it, and will make me tell him, or this will stop. “Fuck me,” I
whisper, as huge tears spill over my lashes. “Fuck me, Slade. I want … I want
your dick inside my pussy.”
Satisfaction and lust fill his eyes. “Finally. I’ve
been waiting to hear that since the second you walked in here.”
Thank you so much! <3
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