Monday, 29 August 2016

Mrs Fey's Class - Part 3 - The Dunce

Mrs Fey's Class Part 1
Mrs Fey's Class Part 2


Eliza Coupe

As the girls filed into the classroom, those who had spent it outside were taken aback by the two additional glowing bottoms at the back of the room next to Genevieve. Eliza though had watched the whole thing. She saw everything, and by that she means EVERY THING. They must be humiliated, completely on display for everyone to see, it was barbaric, it was the final straw for Eliza. She was going to escape this wretched place, they were going too far. In the beginning when Eliza first heard about school and rules she thought it was ridiculous then, well not it's gotten ten times worse.
However, Eliza isn't lacking common sense, she's not going to stand up in class, call her teach a stupid bitch and try and jump out of the window. Paris Hilton, her former class mate already tried that and Eliza hasn't seen her since or have any idea where she might be, but she has a sneaky suspicion that it won't be anywhere good. She is on the other hand lacking in intelligence, or at least effort, probably a bit of both to be honest. Her last two grades have been E F, when she did her homework last night, she convinced herself it was ok, but not that she's sat down waiting for it to be passed around, she suddenly realised just how poor it actually was.
And the look on Mrs Fey's face when she dropped her exercise book on her desk with a big red F on it told the story. She was going to be in a lot of trouble. And no sooner had she distributed everyone's homework back did she come and grab Eliza out of her seat by the arm, taking her to the front of the class. Eliza was terrified of a spanking after the afternoon she had witnessed, and her fears were amplified when Mrs Fey pulled down her knickers and hooked up her skirt. She stood embarassed and helpless facing the rest of the class. Mrs fey turned though, and went into the cupboard behind her desk and pulled out a very tall stool and a large coned hat. No one had ever seen these before.
Mrs Fey placed the stool at the front just to the side of her desk and dragged Eliza towards it. Eliza climbed up onto the high stool, and Mrs Fey spun her round so her bare bottom was facing the rest of the class. Then she grabbed the cone, the words DUNCE now clearly visible to her and suddenly she realised. Mrs Fey plonked the cone on her head and went to her bag.
She came back with something in her hand, but Eliza couldn't tell what it was.
'Suck your thumb, now, Dunce,' Mrs Fey demanded. The rest of you open up your science books to page three and start reading the text. You three girls can also come and sit back down. I suggest you so quietly.'
The three girls moved silently and awkwardly back to their seat, each wincing in turn as their red bottoms touched the hair wood of the chair. Eliza sat sucking her thumb, peering at everyone behind her. The Mrs Fey approached from behind and put her hand on her bare bottom. She tried to peer behind her, but couldn't really see, then she felt something on her butt hole.
'Don't you dare move or take that thumb out Dunce,' Tina warned her. Eliza did neither but sat trepidly as something slowly pushed inside her asshole. She could feel it expanding, opening up for whatever it was. It was so uncomfortable, she wished that she could just get a spanking, she closed her eyes and wished. Further and further the thing pushed into her butt, and then when it was half way in, Tina shoved it in fully.
'Ow!' Eliza yelped, her hole stinging a little. But it wasn't too bad, and it was over at least. Mrs Fey went back to her desk and started to write something in marker pen, she couldn't really make it out until she picked it up. It was plastic board attached to little chain, she carried it over and hung it from her little butt plug. Eliza had no idea that it read 'I am stupid'.
'Put your hands up if you have finished reading the chapter.' No one had just yet but after a minute January Jones rocketed her hand up in the air.
'Come here then January,' Mrs Fey beckoned. 'Don't worry you're not in trouble.'
January cautiously approached Mrs Fey at the front who was standing next to Eliza, watching from the corner of her eye. Mrs Fey pulls her hand out from behind her back and hands January a hairbrush.
'Our Dunce here is giving our classroom a bad reputation now and she's letting everyone down. So it's only fair that you all get to punish her for it. So away you go January.'
January couldn't believe her luck, she lifted the brush up straight away. Eliza looked at her eyes wide open, begging her not to. January smiled. Then swung it as hard as she could across her right cheek. Eliza's scream was muffled by her thumb and the ripple to her cheek made the dangling chain rattle. It rattled again and again as January beat her like a dusty carpet that had just murdered her dog. Eliza felt tears rolling down her cheek as her buns were roasted by someone ten minutes she thought was her friend. After just over thirty seconds someone else put their hand up, and Mrs Fey had to snatch the hair brush from January's grasp after she almost refused to stop.
'Good girl January,' Mrs Fey smiled, January looked the picture of pride. 'Come on then Miss Portman.'
Natalie made her way to the front. She did not appear to want to do this to Eliza but Mrs Fey wasn't giving them a choice. She gave her an empathetic look and then she struck again and again. By the time the exercise was finished, Eliza's bottom was glowing red.
Eliza was so sore and angry, but non so more than with January, for although everyone gave her a good thrashing, January was the only one who not only enjoyed it but didn't even try to hide her enjoyment. But Eliza new a secret, Eliza knew that it was January who told on Nicky and Julia. So she sat there, thumb in her mouth, crying, with a bottom redder than Rudolf's nose and a sign hanging from a butt plug inside her, just waiting till she can have her revenge.
The hour of normal school hours was from 3pm until 4pm. Eliza still wasn't allowed to move though because there no point in dunces trying to do spelling. Mrs Fey announced to the class she had a game for everyone, the winner would compete in the inter class spelling competition the following week and would also win a special prize from Mrs Fey. But everytime someone was eliminated they would get a number of straps from her depending on how may they got correct.
Each girl therefore had their knickers down and the skirt up ready in case the lost and each were knelt upon their chair.
The first girl was Abigail, who was asked to spell disentangle. She got it wrong and received thirty whacks with the strap. Natalie Portman then went next and got hers correct. Julia Stiles almost cried when she got hers wrong by one letter, and had to receive thirty whacks to her already red bottom. Genevieve breathed a sigh of relief when she got hers correct. Alicia Keys got hers correct, Ashanti though received thirty for her incorrect answer. Jamie Lynn Sigler also was on the end of the strap, aswell as Janina Gavinkar. January get a huge smug grin when she got hers correct, and Nicky nearly jumped out of her skin when she got thirty fresh whacks to her butt. The dunce also got thirty for being too stupid to compete.
Into the semi final, playing for twenty whacks. Natalie Portman gets hers wrong much to her dispair and receives her strap. Genevieve swiftly follows her with a poor effort for hers, she lets out a large yelp as her buns have their tan topped up. Alicia Keys also gets her incorrect much to everyones dismay and her bottoms pain and finally January gets her spells hers correctly and wins the tournament. With then minutes left in the lesson, Mrs Fey announces that January has won the right to pick any student who to spend the rest of the lesson going down on her. January chooses Janina Gavinkar, but before she does she asks Mrs Fey if she can spank the Dunce again first. Mrs Fey allows it but without the hairbrush this time.
Eliza's blood boils as hot as her bottom. January doesn't care in the slightest though and smacks her bottom with her palm with a smile from ear to ear. After five minutes and a thorough effort, with the dunce in tears, January goes back to her seat. Janina angrily kneels down before her and begins to lick her out until the lesson finishes. By the end of the lesson, there's not a single person who doesn't want to bring January down a peg, and when Mrs Fey announces the Dunce, Genevieve, Nicky and Julia need to report to detention at Mrs Britton's, she wonders if she will get the chance to plot their revenge.

Late - Genevieve


Genevieve Cortese

Tina Fey

Genevieve skipped lunch again that day. She knew she shouldn't have, but she wanted to meet with Alaina so badly she couldn't resist. They met in the field near the water-tower and in just seconds they were kissing and she was pawing inside her skirt. Terrified that someone would see her returning from lunch dishevelled and dirty, she made her wait while she carefully dis-robed.
Wearing just her underwear she came back to her and Alaina spread her legs. Her pussy looked so wet and juicy, her eyes burned with desire and she knelt and kissed it, looking up at her with her eyes shining. She knew what she wanted but there was no way. She wanted to feel something inside her, deep inside her but there were no boys to speak of. So instead she buried her tongue in her makeshift girlfriends snatch on him a little until she was about to burst. Then they swapped over, and Genevieve felt a little ecstasy, she wanted to scream it felt so good and so bad.
It was over in seconds, it seemed. It had been that long for her. Like a really good amusement park ride it never seemed to last long enough. They kissed and Alaina reminded her that they couldn't be late getting back to classes. She ran off towards her class and Genevieve dressed as quickly as she could and headed for hers.
It was a ten-minute trot back to the school and Genevieve was worried she'd be late. With only a half-hour for lunch it was nuts to meet Alaina this way. But evenings were so regulated that it was almost impossible to get away for any length of time that it seemed lunch was the only opportunity they had.
Genevieve knew before she arrived at the school she was late. The hallways were deserted and that could only mean one thing. She quietly opened the door to Mrs. Fey's Mathematics class and tried to slip into her seat unnoticed. It didn't work.
"I see you finally decided to join us, Ms. Cortese. How decent of you." Mrs. Fey's voice dripped sarcasm. "Isn't this your third tardy this month?"
"I-I'm not sure, Mrs. Fey. I'm terribly sorry. It won't happen again."
"I'm sure you are sorry, dear, but that will not take the place of proper discipline. To the front of the class girl! Assume the position."
Genevieve did not move.
Come dear, or I shall send you to Mrs Britton”
Genevieve jumped out of her chair.
Her heart sinking to her ankles she slowly walked to the front of the class. Her face burned and she tried to ignore the snickers from the other girls. Genevieve had tasted Mrs. Fey's punishment just over a week earlier for this same infraction and knew that this time it would be worse. Mrs. Fey hated her class being disrupted for any reason, and she loved to inflict harsh discipline.
At the front of the class Genevieve lifted up her skirt and Mrs Fey hooked it in place by the back of her collar. Mrs Fey then quickly yanked down Genevieves knickers and placed them on her desk. Unsure how she was to be punished, Genevieve was surprised to find Mrs Fey forcing her down onto all fours before her, with her bottom facing the rest of the class and her waist between Mrs Feys legs. Mrs Fey's calf’s were pressing against her ribs firmly but not painfully, holding her still. She could feel every single eye in the classroom staring at her two holes. Her face was blood red with shame as she could hear the giggles from the class, especially that January Jones. Genevieve hated her.
"You are going to remember this time, that you are not to be late.”
Her heart pounded in terror and Genevieve waited, dreading what was about to come. Her bare bottom faced the class and she had never felt so humiliated in all her life. She cursed Mrs. Fey in her mind and she cursed Alaina for getting her into this. Thinking of her made her sex stir, however, and Genevieve realized that kneeling before the class was arousing her.
So if you open up your text books to page fourteen..”
But what was happening? Mrs. Fey was continuing the maths lecture as though Genevieve wasn't there. She squirmed and waited. Mrs. Fey continued, rambling about coefficients and other nonsense. Genevieve felt her cheeks flushing as she waited, her sex tingling. Here she was, naked in front of her friends, waiting to be punished. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Time passed. Genevieve almost became bored, but she definitely did not want the time to go by faster. Each second that ticked by brought her closer to her punishment and she dreaded whatever Mrs. Fey was planning.
Finally, at five minutes to two o'clock Mrs. Fey stopped lecturing and gave the next day's homework assignment. Then she bade the class to put away their books and observe. Genevieve had no doubt that it was her turn to be the centre of attention and she was not excited about it at all.
"Well, Genevieve, I trust you've had plenty of time to think about your behaviour?"
Genevieve nodded, tears already forming in her eyes.
"Good. Now I want you to remember this punishment, Genevieve. There is no excuse for being late to my class! Three times in two weeks! Unforgivable! And I believe I already smacked your bottom once for this infraction. This time it shall be double! And to make sure you remember, I'm going to give use the paddle.”
Genevieve almost died at the thought of it. Now it made sense, the position she had standing over her, she had a perfect angle to swing the paddle down.
With those words the teacher left her for a moment, giving her a quick chance to glance behind her at her eager eyed classmates. She instantly regretted looking back. Mrs Fey took a large wooden paddle from her desk drawer and stepped back over Genevieve. Holding the paddle firmly with both hands she lifted it high above her head.
I want everyone to count to twenty, but Genevieve I want you to say thank you Mrs Fey after each one.”
She swung down hard, slamming the paddle onto Genevieve's bottom from above
'One,' the girls chorused
ow ow ow, thank you Mrs Fey,” she yelped. The pain was already too much.
The second loud smack echoed throughout the room making it sound more horrible than it was but still pretty horrible.
Wham! It came down again, each time worse than the last and always having to thank her as her classmates counted in giggles, Wham! Wham! Wham! came three in a row. Genevieve couldn't help but flop down onto her stomach sometimes, the force on her bottom was just too much and she could feel it burning.
Thank you Mrs Fey.”
Genevieve wept silently.
Taking a step back Mrs. Fey took her time with the next one, swinging it as hard as she could. WHAM! The sound was deafening, and Genevieve cried out it hurt so much. She choked back her cries and wept miserably, knowing that this was just the beginning. She still had nine more to go. She didn't know how she was going to take that.
I hope you are learning your lesson.”
Genevieve felt Mrs Feys hand grab beneath her stomach lifting her up onto her feet and tucked under her arm. She felt the paddle land again, not as hard this time, but still bad. She couldn't take any more, it was too much! But she knew that an alternative punishment would be even worse. She had to obey Mrs. Fey and cooperate.
"Like I said, Genevieve, you are going to remember this lesson. This *will* be the last time you are tardy, do you hear me? If you are late again you will not only get double what you get today, but you will be having lunch by yourself in this classroom for the rest of the year, do you hear me?"
Genevieve nodded furiously. She would not be late again. She would be early for Mrs. Fey's classes from now on. No question.
Genevieve gasped as she rained eight final whacks to her sore bottom and then heard it land on the desk with a clunk. She breathed a sigh of relief as she gave her final thanks. Yet something was wrong, she was still firmly gripped in place. A sharper sting landed on her bottom, it was the unmistakable feel of an open palmed hand smacking against her bottom. She could hear the whispers of the class as everyone marvelled at this progression. They came hard and they came fast! She tried to keep up with her thank you's but she couldn't, but it seemed like she wasn't supposed to now.
Many of the student started feeling quite sorry for poor Genevieve as the bell for final break rang.
Mrs Fey abrubtly stopped spanking her, Genevieve continued to cry though as she hid away from the class under Mrs Fey's arm.
Time for break, all of you out and I expect you all back on time,” the girls scurried out whispering frantically as Genevieve remained gripped in place. When the last of the girls left the classroom, Mrs Fey eased up on her hold. Genevieve stood upright, rubbing her sore bottom. But once more Mrs Fey grabbed her, this time by the arm and dragged her around her desk to her chair. She sat down and pulled Genevieve down not over her knee, but laid up her knee so that both her thighs rested either side of Mrs fey's right leg and her bare snatch was on the top of her knee. Mrs Fey did not waste any time.
SMACK The first was just as bad as the last and they continued hard and fast once more. Mrs Fey was spanking her that quickly she managed to get three spanks in every second. She gasped, tears flooding her eyes. The pain burned from her flesh, stinging deeper and deeper as though it she was sat on a red hot radiator.
She gripped Mrs Fey tightly, it was all she could do to not reach around and grab her ass. Genevieve's body was covered with a film of sweat as she gasped and struggled to carry on. She didn't think could take any more, but more came and she took it. She had no choice.
Genevieve reached a point when she was crying and screaming out so loud that she reminded herself of a small child who had just been told she wasn't allowed any ice cream. She was kicking, and crying and acting like a toddler, not a thirty four year old woman. She knew already she wouldn't be sitting comfortably for at least a week, maybe if she stopped wailing, it might be over.
And sure enough, as she laid their silent and still, Mrs Fey gradually slowed and came to a stop. Mrs Fey gripped Genevieve and lifted her onto her feet again marching her across the room to the corner. She placed her facing it with her hands placed on top of her head and then left the room. Genevieve immediately gasped and rubbed her bottom ferociously. That was the most painful thing she had ever experienced and all for a few seconds of pleasure. Never again.

The End

Friday, 27 November 2015

The Birthday Girl

1 - Jennifer


Jennifer Morrison


Olivia Wilde

The first orange dots of sunrise broke through the curtains and scattered across the tidy and spacious double bedroom. Only soft simultaneous snoring and the gentle lapping of the shore could be heard as the two girls slept. Gradually the balls of light expanded their expedition, daring to venture into the darkness.  A patch of light grazed the edge of the nearest single bed and slowly crept up the purple sheets. 

Jennifer moaned, her slumber weakened by the bright light seeping through her eye lids. 
An aggressive wave crashed against a weathered rock and slowly her eyes began to open, her beautiful golden hair falling sideways across her face as she glanced at her clock. She stroked the hair away from her beautiful eyes that were as blue as the ocean that stirred her. 

She banged her fist against her pillow when her eyes came into focus. It was yet another hour before she needed to get out of bed, birthday or not Jennifer needed her sleep. Her eyelids closed once more, tightly locked. In the far corner of the bedroom the door handle turned discreetly, and light slowly enveloped the darkness. A large smothering shadow extinguished the light, tiptoeing into the room. A gigantic figure, generous in mass slowly crept into the room to the foot of Jennifer’s bed. It dropped down to it’s knee’s, dipping it’s head under the sheets and sliding up.

Jennifer’s eyes shot open as her bare legs were slowly parted. Her head rocked forward and saw a bulge in the sheets hovering above her waist. She moaned as a tongue took an elongated slide up the length of her wetness. She grasped a short head of hair in her right hand and bucked her hips up towards him.

‘Oh, Jake!’ She gasped quietly as his tongue twirled and twisted inside her.

She glanced consciously to her right to check Olivia was fast asleep. Her eyes closed in relief and pleasure. She crushed her pillow with her free hand and pushed his head down further inside her. His tongue flicked up, down and around her, she stifled her moans of pleasure. Arching her back, the sheets slipped down from her chest exposing her ample bosom to the gentle chill. Her nipples hardened at the touch as her skin surrendered to a swarm of goose pimples. She shivered softly and gripped the sheets at either side of her waist, her legs stretched out, her toes pointing forwards. 

Suddenly the pleasure erupted loudly from her as her body shook uncontrollably. Her legs clasped shut short of Jake’s head firmly attached to her below. Her hip bucked forwards towards him, as her legs shook. She bit her lip softly, stroking his head as he slowed down his tongue to a stop. She lay panting softly, his head buried beneath the sheets began to advance up towards her. His hands worked their was up beside her. A bead of sweat trickled between her bosom. 

His sandy blonde hair poked out from beneath the sheets and turned upwards, his charming smile stretched upon his young and handsome face. She lay a hand gently upon his cheek and stared into his matching blue eyes. She jolted upwards against the headboard and shifted down towards him, her lips pressing against his. His hand slid round to her back and gently guided her head back down onto the pillow. His stomach pushed between her legs and she parted them in and instant. His lips unlocked from hers and pressed against her neck as his large length entered her. She gasped. Slowly, he rocked his hips up and down, pushing himself further inside her, kissing her neck.

She wrapped her hands around his back, holding him tightly as he gently drove his full nine inches deep inside her. She couldn’t help but moan softly but casting nervous glances to Olivia every time she did.

His hips began to pick up speed, driving his cock deep inside her rhythmically. The little wooden bed began to shake, gently banging against the wall. Her moans started to get a little louder, she grabbed his head and kissed him to suppress herself. His thrusts became so hard that his legs left hers momentarily until his hips slammed against hers, almost withdrawing his full length each time he pulled back every split second. She drove her nails involuntarily into his skin, making him thrust harder. Their tongues danced round each other until she could hold it no more. 

‘Oh!’ She gasped breaking lips, ‘I’m coming!’ 

He thrust deep and hard into her slowly for a few moments more while she climaxed beneath him. She gripped him tightly as she panted into his neck. On his final thrust, he shot his load within and collapsed on top of her, his head falling onto the pillow beside her. They lay for a few moments, chests moving in unison at they caught their breath. She lay and watched him wondering if he was asleep. She glanced behind her and saw a motionless Olivia. She turned back to face him and his eyes were open. He smiled. She pushed forward and kissed him. 

He grabbed her by the waist and rolled onto his back, lifting her into air and down over his crotch, facing away from him. She glanced back at him as he shuffled up the bed against the head board, keeping hold of her. She placed her hands on his firm ripped stomach and gently guided his stiffness back inside her. His hands grasped at her cheeks as they bounced slowly up and down. Her legs knelt either side of his waist, springing up and down as she lifted her thighs from her calf’s to ride his length at her own pace.

She revelled in the control, she had always enjoyed being more dominant in previous relationships. Slowly she rocked herself up and down his shaft, keeping herself stable by pressing against his firm abs. She moved her fingers over the gaps between then, just the touch of them drove her wild. It had been a year since his last visit, exactly one year ago. 

Jennifer glanced to her left this time and then back. She glanced again quickly not realising the bed was empty. Where was Olivia? Struck with panic she snapped her head back and flooded with anger as she saw her naked bosom smothering his chest and her long brown hair concealing his face.

Quickly she jumped from his body and stepped off the bed. She grabbed a handful of Olivia’s hair and pulled her away from his face, kneeling her on the floor as she stood naked before her.

‘Hey!’ Olivia protested, checking her hair.

‘Get out!’ Jennifer yelled.

‘Jen, come on,’ Jake gestured for her to rejoin him.

‘No Jake, it’s my birthday, it’s not fair.’

‘Oh come on Jen, let me join you.’ Olivia gave her puppy dog eyes.

‘No Olivia, get out,’ Jennifer persisted.

Olivia stood up in a huff and gathered her pyjamas together then slammed the door behind her as she left.

Jennifer hopped back onto the bed and sat back of him, this time facing him. She pushed her hands up his stomach to his matching hill like chest and pushed herself back down, taking him inside her once more. She started to gently rock again, bouncing lightly up and down. She stared at him with his head laid back on pillow, hands clasped on both of her butt cheeks enjoying every second. But the moment seemed to have gone for her and she couldn’t escape a thought that overwhelmed her.

‘Do you think she’s prettier than me?’ Stopping her movement.

‘What?’ Jake replied looking up at her. 

‘Do you think Olivia is prettier than I am?’

‘What do you mean?’ 

Jennifer’s blood began to boil slightly at this obvious evasions.

‘It’s a simple question Jake, do you think Olivia is prettier than me?’

‘No of course not,’ he assured her, ‘I think you’re all beautiful.’

Jennifer stepped off him and sat on the edge of the bed looking away from him. She felt so angry, she missed being romanced properly. She knew Olivia was attractive and she knew that Jake was the only man in the new world. But she still wanted to be seen as the only woman he desired. She felt him sitting up and he moved across the bed to sit behind her, his legs coming down either side of her own and his body pushed up against her bottom and back. She made to get up but his left arm wrapped softly around her stomach and his right hand gently massaged her shoulder as he kissed her up her left shoulder to her neck. 
‘I can’t go around saying that I think some girls are more beautiful than others, as upsetting as that might be to you, imagine how someone might feel if they overheard me say that.’ 

His words, logical or not just didn’t sooth her. She turned her head away from his.

‘Bur Jennifer, look at me,’ he demanded, she turned and their eyes met. ‘I promise you with all my heart, there is nowhere i would rather be and no person i would rather be with, than right here with you now.’ 

She looked into his eyes and saw sincerity with in and it warmed her heart. She knew she could never be enough for him, this plague that had spread among men had driven them sexually mad. Jake was only half way there before he managed to stop the spread fully to himself, but his sex drive was still unmanageable for one woman. He needed to release between ten to fifteen times a day and even though the plague had affected women’s sex drives too, it was still way to much for her. All she wanted was a bit of romance when the time came along and Olivia had ruined that but at least he had his moment to take her off her feet.

She stepped onto her feet and turned around, lifting her left leg up over his left and her right over his right. Sitting on his lap, facing him she kissed her way up his chest to his face as he gently lowered her back on to his cock. Together they bounced in unison driving him inside her, her hands rested on top of his strong shoulders. His hand cupped beneath her bottom, lifting her up and down him. 

His head buried into her bosom, she moaned as he gently bit her nipple. She grasped tightly to his head and rode him faster and faster, using this firmness of his head and neck to lift herself up and down quickly in his lip. Her legs wrapped around his lower back, her bottom always hovering in the air. She bit her lip and stifled a moan and then let herself go, seeing Olivia’s empty bed.

‘Oh! Oh! Yes!’ 

She felt herself coming closer to another climax and jumped a little as he jolted her into the air. She felt more excited as all the weight left her and she hung in the air lifted only by his hands beneath her butt. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist and locked her hands around the back of his head, as he bounced her quickly, her dripping pussy sliding up and down his shaft. Her lips locked onto his, their heaving breathing interchanging. 

‘Oh, faster!’ She begged.

He obliged, she felt his muscles, firm and tense begin to harden more as her grabbed her tight and thrust her. He walked her forwards, bouncing her she felt her bottom land on a soft but cold cushion. He gripped the back of her hair with his left hand and the small of her back with his right and he quickly drove himself into her. She spread her legs wide in the air as she balanced on the tall stool. With each thrust he gave the stool felt like it was to fall over or break. Her heart skipped a beat each time it’s legs left the floor. Her bosom began to shake and bounce freely as he shook her entire body.

‘Oh, I’m..I’m..’ She cried.

Jennifer was overwhelmed with sensation as he thrust himself into her, she gripped him hard and came, the sound of her voice echoing around the room. She felt him cum inside her for a second time. 

She felt his cock withdraw and a warmth began to cover parts of her as her shot the remnants of his pleasure onto her chest and below. They rested for a few minutes trying to catch their breath. Jennifer closed her eyes as she rested her chin on his muscular shoulder. She awoke from a short nap and stared at her clock until it came into focus, it was now 7am.

‘I need to get ready for school,’ Jennifer whispered in his ear. 

‘I wish you didn’t have to go,’ He mumbled.

She tried to stifle a laugh but couldn’t.

‘You don’t think I wish I didn’t have to go this stupid school?’ She snorted, ‘I’m thirty six!’

‘So..don’t go then.’ He pleaded.

Jennifer jumped down off the stool and turned her body to show her butt to him.

‘Do you like this ass?’ she asked, looking over her shoulder at him seductively.

‘Oh hell yes.’ He replied, his large cock stiffening.

‘Well so do I,’ she replied walking towards her walk in shower, ‘which is why I don’t want to see it red again.’

She stepped into the shower and closed the door after blowing him a kiss. She turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature to her preference instead of Olivia’s annoyingly cold one. Once it was ready she stepped under and washed the sweat and love away from her body. She felt so exhausted she wished she could sit down. She heard the door open and a body connect with his from behind. 

‘What are you doing Jake?’ Jennifer asked, eyes closed shielded from the water pouring onto her face.

‘What does it look like?’ Jake asked, reaching around. Her eyes shot open as his fingers found her button. 

An excerpt from Jake's Fantasy Land.

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

The Graham Family Chapter 2 - Eliza's First Day


Naomi Watts - 46

Janine Lindemulder - 46

Eliza Coupe - 34

2 - Eliza

That morning they were walked to school by the eldest girls of the Heather Graham family, Sarah Chalke and Tara Reid, before they themselves left for school under instructions from Heather. Elizabeth was outraged and insistent she was old enough to walk on her own but her protests were cut short from the fear of a red bottom. Eliza Coupe could still feel the sting of her own. Nicky Whelan, Elizabeth Banks and Eliza were all put into the same year group and Kerry Bishe was on her own in a younger one.

The three girls found their own small section in the crowded grounds of the old school. They looked around at some faces they recognised and some that they didn't. Elizabeth pointed out some of the really A-List celebrities that were around her and giggled.

When the large clock hanging just above the main doors ticked eight o'clock an older looking woman came outside ringing a large bell. She was quite tall, slender and black with long black hair. Elizabeth didn't recognise her either but Nicky leaned in and whispered in her ear that it was 'Jessica Pearson' from Suits, the TV show. Eliza had never seen it and Nicky didn't know her real name.

'Jessica' took a deep breath elevated above them by the steps leading up to the schools doors. A ripple of murmurs erupted among the crowd of girls below. She looked out at them with a frightening glare until they fell silent. Satisfied she gazed down at the clipboard in her hands and read out a list of names.

Eliza's name was called along with Nicky and Elizabeth and a few others she recognised. They were instructed to follow a smaller blonde lady stood just to the side of 'Jessica' that Nicky instantly recognised.

'Oh that's a fellow Aussie lass!' She whispered as they proceeded forward. 'It's Naomi Watts.'

'What's she like?' Eliza whispered quickly before they approached the congregated women at the door in a forming queue.

'I met her once, she's nice.'

Calmly and quietly they shuffled in through the large double doors at the front of the school, in single file they marched down the corridor into a large hall. The hall was quite barren but for a few benches, the rest was just wooden flooring. Naomi veered to the left side of the hall, on each side there were three doors spaced evenly apart, Naomi opened the third and furthest away. The walls next to the doors were mostly large glass windows with blinds on the either side blocking anyone's view.

As they entered the room Naomi instructed they were going to be seated where she told them, by consulting a piece of paper she held in her hand. Directly through the classroom door sat a very large oak desk with a large chair and a blackboard on the wall behind it to the left. To the right spread out evenly were twelve individual much smaller desks with chairs placed behind them positioned in two horizontal rows of six. Elizabeth was positioned at the back of the room to the left, sat directly next to the window. Nikki sat in the desk in front of her, she turned around giving her a nervous look but didn't dare keep it for long and spun back around. To her right was a girl that she didn't know but later would discover to be Anna Kournikova. She glanced around and saw Elizabeth was sat at the other end of the room on the same back row.

When they were all settled down, Naomi began her introductions. She explained what they were going to be studying that year, this would be their regular classroom and the importance of it all. Eliza, never much of a great student, zoned out after a few minutes and started watching the other classes entering the hall through a crack in the closed blinds. Eliza didn't really understand what was going on anymore. She had memories of being a successful actress but they were blurry and vague. She was getting a strong case of de ja vu, like she had done all this schooling before but she couldn't really remember it. She stared out of the window and caught her own reflection looking back and everytime she saw it, it confused her. Why did she look like a girl in her mid thirties but feel like a teenager? Looking around with a puzzled expression she saw everyone else as women in their mid thirties. Deep in thought she started to dream of a time when she was on a tv show, it was backstage and she was stood chatting with her co-stars. Kerry Bishe her new house sister was there along with Sarah, they were laughing at something funny that Zach Braff had said during filming.

Suddenly she snapped out of her trance. Eliza glanced round and saw the rest of the girls in the room lifting their table tops that were hinged at the rear. They started pulling out a textbooks, notepads and stationary from the belly of their desk and placing them on top. Eliza copied them.

'....and if you'll open them to page three, I'd like you to read through the text up until page five and then we will discuss what we have learnt afterwards.'

Eliza looked down at the old Maths textbook and released a loud sigh that caught a few glances from around the room.

'Is there a problem Miss?' Naomi asked walking across the room.

Eliza's first instinct was to say 'no' and do her work but she paused for a moment. There was an air of silence as Naomi took the path down the lane of desks on the far left towards Eliza. She folded her arms while leaning back in her chair defiantly. Staring at the small blonde woman approaching her, she began to question her blind obedience. Why was she doing what this woman said? She wasn't much bigger than her, she didn't look very intimidating at all. She was nothing like Heather at home who Eliza actually feared.

'Erm..yes actually there is,' Eliza replied quietly.

'Well what seems to be there matter?' Naomi asked leaning towards her with her hands on the desk.

'I don't see why I need to do this work.' Elizabeth mumbled looking down.

'What was that young lady? I can't hear you when you mumble.'

Eliza raised her stare directly to meet Naomi's angry face and in the uncomfortable tension, repeated the same words.

Naomi, bent forward at the waist with a stern look on her face, turning a shade of red.

'Now listen here young lady, I have told you the importance of what we are doing here. You will do as you are told or you will be punished. Am I understood?' Naomi asked thrusting her index finger into her personal space.
Eliza said nothing for a moment, a pondering look on her face while the girls surrounding them whispered excitedly from their chairs. Eliza smiled and slowly unlocked her folded arms, raising her right forearm, presenting Naomi the back of a closed fist.

The room gasped as she extended her middle finger.

'Up you get.' Naomi quickly snapped.

Eliza stayed in her seat.

'Come on, get to your feet, pull down your underwear, lift your skirt and bend over your desk young lady.'

'No!' Eliza yelled. 'You crazy bitch.'

By now the entire class was watching in awe of her courage, Eliza was red in the face. Naomi marched to the far end of the class around to the other side of her desk. For a moment Eliza thought she might have won. She watched as Naomi reached under desk and then sat down in silence.

'Everyone else, get on with your work.' She barked in frustration.

Some of the girls like Anna to her right obeyed her but some, like Nikki decided to wait and see what happened. There was movement outside of the window to her left that caught Elizas eye, she swung her head and saw a woman marching quickly towards their classroom from the other side of the hall.

There was a knock on the door.

'Please come in,' Naomi shouted.

The door opened and a tall woman of intimidating physique entered the room. She had long mucky blonde hair and clad in light denim Jeans a white blouse. Eliza thought she recognised her at first but couldn't place her. She walked with a commanding presence, Eliza held her breath.

'Is everything OK Mrs Watts?' She asked entering the room.

Naomi rose from her seat to stand next to her and she paled in significance. This woman looked like she could snap Naomi with her bare hands and Eliza watched as she timidly approached her.

'No, there's a naughty young lady at the back who refuses to do her work and she won't accept my discipline.' Eliza dreaded every word that she spoke trying to find an argument. 'And then she gave me the finger and called me a bitch.'

'I see,' the stern lady replied through gritted teeth, 'well that didn't take long but I guess sooner is better than later, which one is it.'

'It's the girl on the back row to the right next to the window.' Eliza's heart stopped beating when the giant woman pointed at her. 'Yes, that one.'

Eliza shrunk into a tiny being beneath her desk and the terrifying woman reached her. She felt a strong grip latch on to her bicep, pulling her up to her feet causing, toppling her chair backwards. The grip tightened on her as she was dragged from her area towards the front of the class. Eliza felt no choice but to walk closely behind this scary woman as she passed Nikki's sympathetic stare.

Without so much as a word they left the room and walked across the hall to the room residing directly opposite. She was pushed into the room and jumped as it slammed behind them.

'My name is Mrs Lindemulder,' she began.

Eliza began to shake uncontrollably, her heart was racing, she couldn't remember ever being this terrified before. The teacher pulled out a chair for her and she collapsed in fear. She glanced around the deserted classroom panicking. Eliza tried to adopt a defiant smile but even she wasn't falling for it.

'My job in the school is to collect naughty girls like you and bring you to this room for discipline. When your discipline is over, I'll take your naughty ass back to your classroom if you promise to behave. If you won't make that promise or you misbehave again you will remain in this classroom and I will be your new teacher. But I don't teach Maths, Science and History, I teach obedience. I don't use chalk, I use my hand.'

Eliza listened intently and gulped. Suddenly, she was grabbed her by the ear, she felt a sharp pain. Eliza tried to keep her head close to where she was guided. They rounded the desk and the teacher sat up high on the edge. She reached out and grabbed Eliza by the waist and lifted her up in the air. Eliza felt all the weight leave her as she raised into the air. She landed flat on her stomach across her lap. She hung so high in the air that her legs and arms swung freely she beated her fists against the powerful thighs beneath her and shouted.

'Let me go!'

A swarm of goose pimples covered her thighs as her skirt was lifted up over her back, she shivered as her white cotton panties slid down to her ankles.


Mrs Lindemulder's hand hit her right butt cheek, then her left, then her right and then her left. This continued over and over.


She left about a second in between each time her hand slapped against her sore bottom. Every time it landed, it seemed to feel harder and harder.

'STOP IT!' Eliza squirmed. 'STOP IT RIGHT NOW!'

'You're going to learn obedience.'

Mrs Lindemulder was holding her with her left arm tightly wrapped around her waist, gripping her right arm pinning it to Eliza's stomach. She tried kicking her legs but it didn't seem to help. One after another, the teacher kept raining down slaps to her bare bottom from cheek to cheek.


Eliza soon felt so sore and exhausted she gave up on the fight. Her bottom was stinging so much that she didn't know if she could take any more. She stopped kicking and squirming and shouting and lay in motionless mercy, tears streaming down her face.

After what felt like an hour but a glance at the clock showed only a few minutes. The teacher finally relented and gripped her by the waist. She raised her up in the air from her lap and onto her feet before her. Elizabeth immediately clutched her sore bottom and rubbed.

Mrs Lindemulder grabbed her skirt and unclasped it leaving her naked from the waist down.

'You can have this back at the end of the school day.' She stated bluntly.

Eliza could nothing to stop her while she watched Mrs Lindemulder drop it to the floor.

Springing off the desk she grabbed Eliza by the arm again and quickly led her outside. Eliza became extremely conscious that she was out in the chilly hall with everything from beneath her shirt down to her socks and shoes exposed. She felt so embarrassed as the teacher dragged her reluctantly across the hall and knocked on her classroom door.

'Come in!' Mrs Watts voice called from within.

The teacher opened the door and all the eyes were upon Eliza. She was mortified. She tried to cover her front with her hands but the pull on her arm kept tearing it away. She knew full well that her red bottom was there for everyone to see as the two of them approached Mrs Watt's desk, facing away from all the girls.

'I think that should resolve the issue, we had a good talk about it, isn't that right Eliza?'


'Yes what?' The teacher shouted, smacking her bare red bottom where she stood.

Eliza's knees bent as she tried to suppress the sting from her rear.

'Yes..Mrs Lindemulder,' Elizabeth added as a guess.

'Good girl.'

'Thank you Janine,' Naomi said as the disciplinarian left.

She turned to face Eliza. 'Go and take your seat, you can catch up at break time.'

Eliza walked with her hands overlapped shielding herself from view towards her seat. She felt their eyes inspecting her naked bottom half, she heard their whispered giggles at her bottom. Nikki gave her a look of sympathy as she passed her but Eliza tried to avoid eye contact.

Eliza lowered herself slowly down on to her seat, the sting of her bottom grew as her cheeks touched the hard wood. She tried to lean to one side, avoiding as much contact with her bottom as she could. Eliza was still aware that there were eyes upon her so she kept one hand covering below as she opened her textbook.

Monday, 10 August 2015

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Teen Wolf

Hunter, Werewolf or Banshee,
Or any supernatural fancy,
when behaving quite rotten,
just smack their bottom.
It works, as you can see.

Crystal Reed (left), Holland Roden (middle), Gage Golightly (right) from the TV series Teen Wolf.

New Fake

Sandra Bullock Spanking Sarah Silverman