There’s a new fetish store opened not far from my college, and I just couldn’t resist a visit. The site of all that leather and PVC gave me the raging horn and after buying a gorgeous leather paddle, I couldn’t wait to get back to college and try it out.
My favourite strict Headmaster was eager to hear me use it as well, telling me I’d been such a dirty bitch and needed some serious punishment. He’s so masterful, he gets off on Spanking a saucy little arse until it blushes, he loves CP as much as I do, so before he’d even bent me over his desk, I knew my white cotton knickers were going to be soaking.
So there I was, bent over, my knickers at half-mast while he spanked my cheeks until they were red raw. When he ran his fingers over my pussy lips, I knew straightaway I was in for more, because I’d gotten so wet while being thrashed so hard. That’s when my new paddle was christened. It felt so good, slapping across my vulnerable cheeks as I cried and begged him for forgiveness, promising to be a good girl for now on and do as I was told.
I should have known better than to do that, and earned myself a whopping 30 strokes of the cane across my naughty little nates. God, I was so sore! I can still feel those welts now and the soreness in them is making my cunt so juicy. I’m such a naughty girl aren’t I? Maybe I need another strict Master to drive the lesson home…………………. Call me!
Yours Summer x