The Red Widow Part 1

It was the sound of the twittering birds that woke Sarah up on the Monday morning as she snuggled against her partner, and she relaxed in her waking reverie as the dawn light crept across the bed. It’s so good to get back to normal after the recent incidents in our lives, and I’m thankful for the help that I received at home with the family. The people here are just as much family though, as they are equally important in my life. Thoughts ran through her mind of her return to the USA and the couple of missions that she had completed since then, which showed that she was back on her form.

As she lay there, her rest was interrupted as a peculiar feeling in her stomach appeared, and she knew from experience what was going to happen next. It can’t be, that’s the third time that I’ve felt ill this week. I’d better hurry to the toilet before I’m sick. She left the bed and exited the room as the feeling of nausea as queasiness built up inside her, and she just about made it to the toilet and put her head over the bowl when the inevitable happened.

After she finished and raised her head up, there was a voice behind her. “A glass of water to clear your mouth of anything that remains, and here’s some milk to remove any residual taste.” The woman stood up, turned around and saw Brian there with two glasses.

“I’m so sorry Brian, I didn’t want to wake you up this time.” Sarah said as she took hold of the glass of water, and took a large sip which was swirled around the inside of her mouth before it was spat into the toilet bowl. This was repeated several more times by the lady, who flushed the bowl so that the contents were disposed of.

“Sarah, there is no way that you could left the bed without waking me up. Even if you were at the other end of the room and completely quiet, I can still know that you were moving and where you were. It’s part of our joint heritage, so to speak.” He took the glass of water from his love, and handed her the milk which she sipped in small amounts, so that any taste of bile in her mouth could be countered. “Maybe it’s time that we should contact Miss Smith, as this is the third day in a row that you have been sick, so we can’t put it down to the last curry that you had enjoyed. Could you have been called back to active duty too early, and it has put undue stress on your body?”

“I’m fine, my love, and I only throw up once in the mornings, so it cannot be that.” Sarah said as she embraced her partner and noticed that he was wearing his black boxers. “However, it would be good to arrange a meeting with Miss Smith, just to make sure that everything is okay. I know that she will be at the laboratory all day, and she still looks for a way to better control my condition amongst her other research. The best time to call her will be after nine o’clock, because that’s when she starts work. Perhaps you can leave a call on the answer machine at her lab, so that she knows that we will be coming in today.”

The glass of milk was handed back to Brian, who went downstairs to make the telephone call while Sarah made her way back to their bedroom, and she moved a photograph that was hanging on the door before entering and sitting down on the bed. That should be a sign for some fun when Brian comes back upstairs. There was the sound of her partner’s voice as he made the call, and when it was completed, she could almost sense his movement back up the stairs, with a pause that was just outside the bedroom.

Even though he moved without noise and she had her back to him, she knew that he moved to the drawers and picked a few items up from the top before he made his way towards her, which caused her to tremble in her anticipation of the game to come. She turned her body and head away from Brian so that he would be able to approach the bed without her seeing him, and he stopped about six inches away from her.

“Who’s there, what’s going on- ulp!” Her questioning was silenced as a large rubber ball was inserted into her mouth, and in an instant she found herself pressed face down on the bed with her arms pinned to her sides as he knelt on top of her. You and Chloé are the only people who can truly make me an actual captive, and I feel so helpless right now. The straps of the gag were pulled around the sides of her face, and tightened to their fullest extent before they were buckled together at the back of her head. As she closed her eyes, a length of cloth was placed over them which was tied off at the back of her head so that it would act as a blindfold.

The arms that were pinned by her side were placed so that the forearms were parallel to each other, which created a form of box shape and a rope bound her right wrist to her left elbow, along with her right elbow to her left wrist, before it was cinched and tied off. A very long piece of cord was used to bind her upper arms to her chest, above and below her breasts, and this tie was cinched between her arms and her body so that the loops would be more secure. The helpless lady was turned over so that she was on her back, and she was positioned so that her head was on the pillows before her legs were spread wide apart so that her ankles could be secured to the corresponding corners of the bed.

This is always so wonderful, I am helpless and at your mercy, and the process of binding me has already left me greatly aroused. Even though she was blindfolded, she could almost see where he was on the bed and the woman gasped as he planted little kisses on her neck while placing soft caresses on the mounds of her breasts. Soon, the kisses migrated down her chest and between her breasts while the tips of his fingers traced a path down to just above the Mound of her intimacy. Her heartbeat hastened as kisses tantalised the mounds of her left and right breasts, and she attempted to arch her back in order to offer her body to him as he applied a stroking pressure to her Mound of Venus.

More kisses were landed on the bound lady’s areola, with them creating a circle of pleasure as there was a gentle touch along the tops of the ridges of her valley, and moans escaped her gagged lips as the fire of her lust was enflamed. There was a deeper exploration of her valley with his fingers as the tip of his tongue teased her erect nipples, which caused her to writhe on the bed in her pleasure and she hoped that he would satisfy her soon. There were little twitches in her hips as he caressed her depth, and the playful biting and sucking of her nipples caused her to try and force her body against his so that she could obtain the release that she craved so much.

Just when it seemed that the helpless lady was about to explode with pleasure, Brian stopped and pulled back from Sarah, leaving her in a state of extreme denial. Please, my love, I need you so much! Don’t leave me suffering like this, right on the edge of bliss. The captive struggled as much as she could in her bondage, but she was unable to get any of the strength that she could use to free herself as her lover watched.

You are the only man in the world who can do this to me, as anyone else would have succumbed to my charms by now. Please fulfil me! There were shrieks through the gag as Sarah communicated her plight to the man who had complete control over her, and she thrust her hips up in the vain hope of pressing herself against him. There was another feeling at the ridges of her valley, and she screamed with pleasure as he filled her cup of joy which was followed by a gentle sliding of his staff in and out of her.

More, faster, harder! The thrusts by Brian increased in speed and intensity as time went on, and she responded as best she could by pressing her hips up in unison with his movements so that she could gain the maximum pleasure from their joining. Soon, she reached the point where she was right on the edge, and another increase in the thrusts from her lover was enough for her to reach the peak of her desire. Oh yes, Yes, YESSSS! All other senses and feelings were ignored as the pure joy of orgasm swept through her body.

Sarah was roused from her reverie by the smell of meat in the air, meat that had a little extra something added by Brian that made it the most delicious meal in existence, and she noticed that her gag had been removed so that she would be able to eat. She accepted the first morsel which was chewed and swallowed before she realised just how hungry she was. “More, my love, I need more.” It wasn’t long before all of the meat had been devoured, and even then there were still small pangs in her stomach because her hunger wasn’t yet sated.

“Oh my-. Sarah, something’s happening! I think that we need to get you to Miss Smith as soon as possible!” There was a fumbling at the back of Sarah’s neck as the knot of her blindfold was untied, and it took a few seconds after the cloth was removed for her to see what was happening.

The pheromone lamps were glowing pink.

“I think that waiting until noon to see Miss Smith may not be a good idea, so I will call the answering machine again and let her know what is happening.” Brian said as he removed the ropes that held the love of his life captive.

“I’ll call Anne and Chloé, as they’ll want to know about any changes that are going on.” Sarah said, and as soon as she was free, Brian went downstairs to call the laboratory while she picked up her smart-phone. “Anne, it’s Sarah here. Could you make your way to the lab please? It’s just that something has changed and we need to get it checked out. Is there any possibility of you picking Chloé up from the school? I think that she starts early today and she normally keeps her phone off when she is in the library. Thanks, I’ll tell you the details when we meet you there.”

“I’ve called the lab so that Miss Smith should be expecting us when she gets to work.” They got dressed in a speedy manner, with Brian dressing in white shirt, black trousers, socks and shoes, while Sarah dressed in her grey jogging suit with pink trim and pink trainers.

As they made their way to the black car in front of the farmhouse, Sarah said “I hope that it’s not bad news, especially after the dial going black that time.”

“I’m sure that it will be okay, Sarah. Anyway, we can face it together.” The couple embraced before they entered the vehicle and made their way to the laboratory in the middle of town.

Miss Smith was wearing her hazard suit as she looked at the monitor that contained the readout. “This is puzzling. I am getting conflicting readings from you, and I think that I will only be able to find a result with a chemical analysis of your blood.” Anne was watching from an adjoining room which had a glass partition with the laboratory, while Brian and Sarah were sitting next to each other with Brian hugging his partner with his right arm. The worried woman was rolling up her right sleeve while the doctor took a new syringe and needle out of a sterilised package, and Chloé wondered around the room in an agitated state.

“I hope that this won’t hurt much, Sarah.” The doctor said as she inserted the needle into the woman’s arm and withdrew a quantity of blood.

“It doesn’t hurt at all, it’s just a pinprick, and I’ve suffered a lot worse.” Sarah smiled at Miss Smith who placed a swab of cotton wool over the hole which was held down by the patient. The sample was taken over to an unusual looking machine and the blood was injected through a small hole in the device, before the syringe was placed down on a table.

“What is that thing, Miss Smith?” Chloé asked as she took a close look at the new analyser.

“In plain words, it analyses the chemical structure of any material put into it, so it’s similar to a spectroscope but a lot quicker and more effective.”

The librarian took an even closer look at the machine as it started to whirr, and she didn’t notice that she put her right hand down right on top of the syringe, with the needle penetrating her skin. “Will this tell you what is wrong with Sarah?”

“No, but the full chemical readout will give me the ability to make a full diagnosis.” Miss Smith said as she opened a new screen on her monitor so that she could observe the results.

Several minutes passed, and the tension grew with Anne pacing up and down in the next room and Chloé standing to the right of Sarah. The sudden beep increased the nervous feeling in the room, which rocketed up when Miss Smith said “This is impossible! It’s impossible but it’s happened!” She stood up in her chair and turned to face the trio as their faces turned pale.

Sarah was trembling. “What is it Miss Smith, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Sarah. You are in perfect health, at least perfect health for a woman who’s going to be a mother. I think that congratulations are in order.”

This came as a massive surprise to the woman, as this was a result that she had never considered. “You mean that I’m preg-, that I’m pregnant? Are you sure about the results?”

“Quite sure, in fact I was led to almost the wrong conclusion because of some conflicting chemical information, that’s why I had to double-check it with the new analyser. Not only are you expecting, but as far as I can tell, it’s going to be twins, a boy and a girl.”

Chloé developed a puzzled look at her face from this information. “Sarah, you said once that your line only produced a single female? It seems that something has changed, and if one thing has changed, maybe other things have as well.”

Anne looked through the screen and smiled at the mother-to-be. “That’s wonderful, Sarah. Maybe the break in England did you the world of good.” The FBI agent looked puzzled for a moment before she said “That explains it!”

“Explains what?” Sarah asked.

“The night of the- of the rescue. Your watch was alternating between pink and green. I originally thought that there was a malfunction, and the pink was actually supposed to be red. Looking back on it, Brian had calmed you down recently, so that was the moment when you had become pregnant.”

Miss Smith looked at the FBI agent and thought for a moment. “I hope you understand that Sarah cannot go on any missions that involve risk until she has given birth. She has a great responsibility to her children that cannot be ignored.”

“I understand, doctor, I’ll make a report and send it off right now. As soon as I’ve finished, I’ll be up at the farmhouse to congratulate you properly.” Anne walked to the far end of the room, opened up her notebook and started work on typing her report that would be sent to her superior.

By this time, Chloé had her arms around Sarah in a warm hug. “I am so happy for you, as I thought that this was something that was impossible given that you both have altered DNA.”

“It seems that Sarah was the lock and Brian was the key, so they were compatible in that way.” Miss Smith said as she prepared to pull the zip down on her hazard suit. “Anyway, I should give you a congratulatory hug as well.”

“Wait!” Sarah said as she looked down at her watch which was starting to glow red, and this startled the librarian who pulled away from the woman. After a few seconds had passed the watch returned to pink, and the doctor removed her suit, showing her black trousers and white blouse.

“That was probably just a hiccup, you will most likely have changing levels as the pregnancy continues.” Miss Smith said as she gave Sarah a big hug. “I will visit at the end of today, but I have more work to do now, so if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay doctor, we shouldn’t be in your way. Let’s go, Sarah, we have a lot of things to work out.” Brian said as he walked towards the door, with his partner walking beside him.

“Chloé, what have you done to yourself?” Miss Smith said as she pointed to the drop of blood on Chloé’s right hand. “You stay here and I’ll treat it for you. Goodbye for now, see you later.”

The parents-to-be left the laboratory and Miss Smith walked over to a bright light next to a pole that ran from the floor to the ceiling. “Over here please, Chloé, so that I can treat you. I’m just going to switch off the intercom so that we will not disturb Anne while she’s working.” A switch was flicked by the doctor, and a beep indicated that the intercom to the next room was off, before she picked up a packet of sterile plasters. “Place your hand out, please, Chloé.”

The young lady did as she was requested and a plaster was used to cover the tiny wound left by the needle. “There we are, one perfect young lady kept safe from infection.”

Perfect young lady? You talk as if I am someone who is very special.

Miss Smith picked up a wide roll of white microfoam tape and pulled the end free. “Now, I just have to make you very safe, as you should be.”

You are behaving in a most unusual manner, Miss Smith. Why should I need to be made safe? There was a gasp from the girl’s lips as her hands were grasped by the doctor, and her wrists were crossed before the tape was wrapped about ten times in horizontal and vertical winds around her wrists. “What are you doing to me, doctor?”

“I am making you safe so that you cannot hurt me.” Miss Smith said as she forced Chloé to stand with her back against the pole, and placed the bound hands above the girl’s head before binding her wrists to the pole with more of the tape.

“Miss Smith, stop this! Please let me go.” The librarian’s words were useless as her ankles and knees were taped to the pole by the doctor, who seemed to be almost possessed in her actions. “Help! Someone, please helf-MMMMMM!” Her cries were halted in mid shout as a strip of tape was placed over her lips, and the captive felt as if all of her strength had left her as two more pieces of tape ensured her silence.

“Now that you are unable to attack and eat me, I will mate with you and pleasure you.” Miss Smith planted kisses over Chloé’s gagged mouth as the helpless young lady struggled against her bonds in a futile effort to get free.

Miss Smith, what is wrong with you, you are acting as if I am Sarah. Non, you are acting as if I am The Pink Widow and if I am, it will destroy your mind! That red glow, was it I who caused the change? ANNE, SARAH, BRIAN, HELP!

Prelude to The Red Widow

"The Red Widow!" is the first sequel that I have ever written for one of my stories which was "Dominated By DNA"

However, KPPresents has been so kind as to write great stories based on a few very mediocre ideas of mine, and there are six important tales between "Dominated By DNA" and "The Red Widow"

The Widow's Shadow Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

An Education: The Storyteller

The Gentle Touch Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Heidi and the Extra Credit

Heidi's Nightmare

An Education: BFF

After these stories comes The Red Widow, when the lives of Sarah, Chloe, Brian and James are changed forever.

Sara: Reversal of detention Part 3 of 3

Sara grunted through her gag as the first smack landed on her bottom, and she only just managed to suppress crying out again as she bit on her scarf when she received the next five. They weren’t as hard as the ones I had to endure before, but this is meant to be erotic rather than a true punishment. The torment will be later when I am probably on the edge. A sigh escaped the lips of the tied-down teacher as her bottom was caressed by the young man who had just spanked her.

Maybe I’ll be lucky and you’ll fulfil me by spanking alone. “NGF!” The pain from this spank radiated through her cheeks and this time she echoed the blows are a cry from her lips. After this half-dozen, the smoothing felt stronger and the state of arousal in the woman increased as she writhed on the desk.

The next six blows on her pink posterior were stronger again, but there was a feeling of pleasure as well as pain with every blow, and she gave a long moan as the red marks were smoothed over by her captor. I hope that you hit me harder next time. Again, the lady had to endure the next six spanks, but a few of them seemed to be enjoyable instead, and this time, not only was her bottom caressed, but the petals of her flower were included as well. Please, another spanking and smoothing will do it for me.

Sara screamed out as each of the six spanks left its mark on her cheeks, and she awaited the caress and touch of her intimacy that would smash the dam that held back the flood of fulfilment, so she waited for his smoothing fingers.

Nothing happened.

Please no, you can’t leave me like this, I’m really right on the edge. I just need one caress from you and I can revel in bliss. There was a touch at the back of her neck, and the scarf that acted as a gag was unwound from around her face.

“Not one word from you, unless you want to be punished the same way that the lady in the story has to be treated. When I am ready, I will take advantage of you, but you will have to wait silently until then. Nod if you understand.”

The captive woman nodded as she squirmed on the desk in her torment of denial. This is so mean, and using the threat of punishment from the book means that you have robbed me of the chance to beg and plead for you to take me. I just hope that you will take me before too long. She watched as the student who left her in this predicament sat back down at his desk and continued to read his book, knowing that she mustn’t do anything to attract his attention. Come on, I’m here and available for you. What is wrong with you, don’t you want me?

Time passed, but Sara’s lust didn’t lessen and she was driven to distraction by the need for release inside her. You’re doing this to tease me now, and this is the worst thing that you’ve done to me. I think that you have no intention of carrying it out and you just want to see when I break.

“You’ve teased me enough by now, just come over me and take me.”

Allen looked at the bound woman and she realised that she had miscalculated the situation. “I did warn you that there would be a punishment, and the lady in the book suffered it because she didn’t stay quiet.” As he walked around Sara’s desk, he pulled two items out of his left jacket pocket, and the captive trembled as she looked at them. The first object seemed to be a jar which contained some kind of clear liquid, and the second was a long and narrow metallic cylinder with a bullet shape at one end.

You’re not bluffing, you’re actually going to do it to me There were struggles from the captive teacher as the student walked around behind her, but this was just an exercise in futility. My only chance to beg you not to put that thing in me! She tried to turn her head to face Allan and she put on the biggest puppy dog eyes that she could. “Please Allan, you can’t use that vibrator on me like the man does in the book. It goes right up my-.” The captive couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “I can’t take it up that way, I’m too narrow and it will tear me apart.”

“You will take it just fine, it is narrow enough and it will easily slip in with lubrication.”

“Allan, please no no no, I’m begging you not to do this to me!” Sara tried to look at what the student was doing, but it was impossible at her angle.

“Are you going to keep begging until I stop?” Allan asked.

“Yes, I’m going to carry until-ulp.” The woman’s sentence was cut short as something was forced into her mouth, and her scarf was wrapped around her face so that it covered her mouth, and tied off before she could work out what was happening. Her tongue had been pushed back by the item, so she prodded the material to find out what it was, and she became shocked by her situation. You’ve stuffed my own panties into my mouth as a gag!

The new gag didn’t prevent the lady from whimpering and whining, so she continued with this, happing that it was save her from her impending torment. This didn’t help her, however, as he leant over her, placed his hands under her body and pinched her nipples between his fingernails. The girl shrieked as he whispered into her ear “I can stay like this for the next hour or so, or you can accept the vibrator. The vibrator will be quickly and far less painful.”

OW! please stop it, I’ll do it! Sara nodded in the hope that the torture of her breasts would be halted and the young man released her nipples.

“I’m glad that you see things my way.” Allan said as he took some lubricant out of the jar and smeared it over the vibrator. “There should be only a little discomfort at first, and you will most likely enjoy it after a little while. There, that should be sufficient.”

Please don’t let it hurt, please don’t let it hurt. Sara squealed as she felt his fingers pull the cheeks of her bottom apart, and the was the inevitability of the touch of the head of the vibrator touched against her ‘star’. A few seconds later she screamed as the device penetrated her bottom, inch by slow inch, providing an experience that was best described as ‘intense’.

“There we are, there’s an inch or so still sticking out, and you don’t seem to be suffering.”

I thought that it would be much worse, there was a little pain at first, but it feels so unusual at is it filling my-. She writhed on the desk as she tried to get used to the device that pressed into her posterior, but each movement provided a new and weird sensation.

“Just one more thing to do now, and you should enjoy this.” Said James as he pressed a button on the base of the vibrator, and the buzzing sound meant that it had very much come to live inside Sara.

OMG, OMG, it’s teasing the entire area, and I won’t be able to find any relief for this. The tormented lady pulled and strained against her bonds as she moaned, but this just served to amplify the sensations in her body, and it wasn’t long before her desire and lust encompassed her entire being, with her losing all sense of anything external...

“I think that it’s time to take advantage of you now.”

How long has it been since you pushed the vibrator into me and switched it on? All I know is that I want you inside me so that I can be free of the torment of pleasure. There was a sound of a zip being pulled behind her and Sara screamed with joy a few seconds later as she flower was filled with the evidence of his lust for her. The thrusts into her cup of joy were slow and gentle at first, but she cried out with each move, but they became faster and stronger as time went on, with the feeling that she was finally going to achieve her fulfilment.

Faster, quicker, harder, make me climax. The thrusts into her became harder still and Allan’s body was pressing against the vibrator which added to the sensations that took her closer and closer to the edge. Oh yes, Yes YES! The dam broke, and Sara knew nothing but joy as her body was engulfed by orgasm which was intensified as her continued to slide in and out of her. When Allan exploded inside her flower, it served to prolong her feeling of ecstasy...

After she came to notice the classroom again, she realised that the ropes that held her feet wide apart were untied and her captor was binding her legs together at the ankles, below and above the knees, and at the mid thighs. The long rope that bound her chest to the desk was untied and she was lowered so that she was sitting down on the floor, which pressed the still buzzing vibrator into her bottom. Her knees were bought up to her chest, a length of blue rope was wrapped around her chest and upper legs binding them together, and the ends were knotted together behind her back.

The end of another length of cord was tied to the bonds that restrained her ankles, her knees were bent as much as possible, and the other end was bound to the rope that encircled her wrists which left her immobilised as she leant against the desk. If I remember correctly, the stories say that this is a ball-tie and I will be very lucky if I am able to move. It seems that you are determined to keep me as your prisoner for as long as possible.

“By the way my luscious lady, my parents are away until Monday so you are going to be my captive in bondage for the weekend. I am going to get a piece of equipment so I can take you out of here. Don’t go anywhere until I return.” Allen walked up to the door and exited the room, leaving Sara giggling as she stayed by the table.

Go anywhere? How can I go anywhere like this, the only movement that I will be able to make is falling over. It’s going to be amusing to see how you are going to get me out of here. There may be no surveillance in this classroom, but there are cameras in every corridor, and they are set for motion detection. I think that a ‘nude’ woman who’s bound and gagged will stick out like a sore thumb. Even if you get me out of here undetected somehow, you still have to take me through town, which will be no easy task with your pickup truck.

After five minutes, the helpless teacher listened to a sound that seemed to indicate that something was rolling across the floor in the corridor. I presume that this will be my ride out of here, but I hope that he doesn’t cover me with a sheet as the CCTV also work on close infra red and thin cloth can be penetrated in that spectrum. The sound was just outside the door, and Sara’s eyes grew wide as Allan entered the room, pulling a large black rectangular travel trunk with four castors on the left side and three latches along the front.

The captive had reached a strong state of arousal after her orgasm, due to her restrictive bondage and the vibrator inside her varying its pressure with each little movement of her body, and the arrival of her method of transportation, added a large jolt to her sensations. I’m going to be wheeled down the long corridors and out to your truck in the trunk, and all people will see is the container, not the ‘nude’ bound, gagged and kidnapped woman inside of it. This is going to be one hell of a ride, but I daren’t let you know that I want it because you’ll use it against me.

Protesting sounds were emitted from the helpless lady’s gagged mouth, with was accompanied by a shaking of her head as she put on a fake struggle against her bonds. “That is going to do you no good at all and you are going in the trunk no matter how much you protest, my sweet hostage.”

The chest was wheeled over to where Sara continued her little struggles and the top was opened wide so that she could be placed inside. I know that’s the lid, but as it’s on the castors it’s acting more like a door that opens on the left. She made more mock protests as her captor half-dragged and half carried her to the trunk, but the vibrator caught for a moment on a strip on the floor which caused her to moan with pleasure.

“I see that you like your new toy, so it’s going to go with you on your journey.” Allan said as he placed his captive in a sitting position on what be the ‘bottom’ of the trunk for the time being. “There is no escape and you will remain in here until we reach my house.”

Sara gave the student one last pleading look as the lid of the chest was closed, and the locking of each latch sent a thrill down her spine as she came to terms with her new level of captivity. It’s like a double bondage as I’m not only bound and gagged, but I’m locked it a trunk as well. This is going to end up being the most erotic evening of my life. Her little struggles inside the trunk continued to increase her state of arousal as the vibrator worked its magic, and each little dip in the tiled floor that the castors clicked over amplified the effect of the device that was buried inside her.

At this rate, it won’t be long before I achieve my release on my own. The captive increased her wriggling inside her containment, not in the hope of breaking free but so that she could reach ecstasy. Each little squirm, each little dip, increased her enflamed desire and it wasn’t long before she felt as if she was on the edge.

I can’t be there already, I thought that it would take, Oh YESSS! Sara gave a long scream inside the container as an explosion of pure pleasure occurred between her legs and she convulsed in her own little world...

“Having your own little party in there?” Allan asked as the trunk began to move again. “We were nearly at the entrance when you had your fun, and I am about to take you outside. I’ve already driven the truck to the doors, so it will be a simple matter of lowering the small lift at the back of the truck.”

there was a large bump as the trunk went over the entrance to the building, and Sara felt herself at an unusual angle which meant the she was going down the wheel char ramp. That’s safer than the steps, but it would have been interesting to find out what the vibrator would have done to me. The chest stopped, there was a whirring sound before the captive felt a short forward movement, and then there was a feeling of moving into the air. That must be the lift taking me onto the truck.

There was a little more forward movement, and there was an unusual rasping sound against the trunk. “I’m strapping the trunk down, as I don’t want there to be any chance of you tipping over as we travel. The last thing I want is for you to be hurt.”

The buzzing in Sara’s bottom was already making her aroused, and the thought of being taken through town with only the container that held her preventing the world from seeing her true state, gave her a feeling of exhilaration. At this rate, I’m going to explode before we even reach your house.

“I’ve finished placing the straps now, so I’ll drive away in a minute. I hope that you enjoy your bondage joyride.”

This is going to be an incredible journey. I just hope that no one realises what is happening. After a minute, there was a forward motion as the truck began its journey, and each little imperfection in the road’s surface added to the pleasure of the helpless woman. I hope that I can keep better control of myself as we have to go through town, and I don’t want anyone to hear me in this chest.

Even though Sara tried her best to control the increase of desire in her body, it proved to be a losing battle as her situation and the road seemed to conspire against her. The final straw was the road leading to a set of traffic lights, and there were a series of sensor strips across the road that caused a series of bumps in rapid succession which forced the vibrator against her. The lights turned red and the truck stopped just as the woman in bondage let out a loud scream as she orgasmed in the chest.

“Om my God! Did you hear that!” Sara was shaken out of her reverie by a voice to the right of the vehicle. “It sounded as if there was a girl in the trunk and she climaxed!”

“I hear it, but it’s obviously a trick. I girl inside a trunk of the back of a pickup who just happens to orgasm as we pass by? It’s quite clear that this is a hidden camera stunt, and we are supposed to fall for it. Let’s go on.”

The nude captive sighed with relief as the voices faded and the truck moved forward, taking Sara to her weekend of helplessness. That was a really close one, if only you knew what was actually happening, but you’d have called the authorities.

As the journey continued, the feeling of arousal built up inside the bound teacher and she was soon on the verge of orgasm, when the vibrator stopped working. Oh no, not now, please not now! Instead of cries of pleasure, the lady in bondage screamed in frustration as her climax was denied her as she struggled as much as possible in the vain hope of finding release from that action.

Even the fact that the vehicle had come to a stop and the engine had been switched off did nothing to help her calm down, as she had become frantic in her movements in order to try and obtain her fulfilment. The straps were removed, and the trunk was lowered, but the captive was caught up in her own world of need and denial, and she was unable to pay attention to anything else.

“I’ll just let you out in a minute, so that you can see my bedroom.” The latches were flicked up and the trunk was opened, letting light stream into the enclosed space. “There you are-, wait did the vibrator stop on you? Now wonder that you are in such a bad way, I’ll get you out of there now.”

Help me, PLEASE HELP ME! I can’t stand this anymore! The bedroom was luxurious, but Sara paid no attention to that as she screamed through her gag as there was only one thing on her mind and it definitely wasn’t the aesthetics of interior decoration. The student took a knife out of his pocket, cut the ropes that tied Sara’s ankles to her wrists and the bonds that held her knees to her chest, pulled her from the trunk and placed her in a standing position before a set of drawers.

The lady who was still pleading for her ecstasy bent over the table and she sighed as she heard the sound of a zip being pulled. At last. His first thrust into her elicited a scream from her gagged mouth, and she cried out each time as he slid and out of her flower, taking it ever faster as he knew that she was already on the edge.

Soon, there was a single long scream as Sara reached the peak of joy, and she convulsed as he continued to pleasure her with his thrusts...

In her post orgiastic reverie, the captive was vaguely aware of being carried to the bed and made to lie on her front, before her heels were pressed against her bottom and a rope was tied from her wrists to her ankles which placed her in a hogtie that allowed very little movement.

Allan lay down on the bed next to her right, and the teacher in bondage was turned around so that she could face him. “I think that you need a few hours rest before we continue tonight’s entertainment, so we’ll just stay here for a while.” He said as he cuddled the woman who gave a look which indicated that she was bound with far more than just ropes. “There will be time enough to discuss about what to do when we go back to school on Monday, but just relax for now.”

Sara was starting to drift away on the sea of sleep, with one final thought going through her mind. I actually did my best to fight against this when it started...

The End

Sara: Reversal of detention Part 2 of 3

The helpless lady felt his left arm grip around her waist as he released the embrace with his right arm. Here it comes, the first part of the punishment. I hope that I can stand up to it.

Allen looked at Sara. “Why are you in your present situation?”

The bound woman refused to answer knowing what this would lead to, and she grunted as six hard slaps landed on her bottom, causing her to grunt from the discomfort. Oh my, that felt bad and good at the same time, but the next six will cause me more pain. The question was asked a second time, but she still refused to answer and she was unable to prevent herself from making little cries as the half-dozen stinging blows impacted on her posterior. I think that the I’m going to have to answer after the next spanking. The cuffed captive refused to answer for the third time, and she squirmed against her grip of her captor’s left arm as she attempted to escape from the very painful strikes that she was experiencing.

“Please no more, I’ll answer. I’m bound and helpless because I am a very naughty teacher who has been extremely misbehaved.”

“What should happen to naughty teachers?”

Again Sara refused to answer, but the six stinging spanks that her cheeks felt persuaded her otherwise. “They should be thoroughly punished.” It was at this point that she noticed the arousal in the intimate area of her body. That must have started when you spanked me earlier to confess about my fantasies.

“How should such people be punished?” Allan asked.

Sara blushed at this point, and her embarrassment prevented her from answering, so she cried out as six harsh blows landed on her derriere. “Okay, they should be bound, gagged, stripped and spanked.”

“Before all of that though, I think that the bad teacher should be made to kiss her student.”

“I can’t kiss my students.” Sara said as she looked down. “That is a serious breach of- Ow! OWOW! All right, I’ll kiss you.” The right arm of her captor held her around the waist as she lifted her head up so that she would be able to kiss him. The captive closed her eyes, pushed her face forwards and her lips brushed against his in a first intimate meeting of their bodies. A thrilling sensation ran through Sara’s body as she kissed the young man who had taken her prisoner, and the lady hoped that it would be the first of many such experiences that evening.

Oh wow, this is very naughty, making me kiss you rather than you controlling me and kissing me. As the kissing continued, the woman noticed that Allan was just as passionate in response, and soon she felt the pressure of his tongue against her teeth. It’s going to become even more intimate with you then. After she parted her mouth, the lady felt the exploration of her mouth and there were sweet little caresses of her tongue before it intertwined with his, locking their mouths together in an embrace.

After a few minutes, Allan pulled back. “I’m going to make it a little more interesting for you.” He reached into his right jacket pocket, pulled out a strip of thick black cloth, and the teacher responded by opening her mouth wide. “No, Sara, it’s not to gag you with, but you will have to close your eyes.”

You’re going to blindfold me with it, that’ll make me even more helpless and you will still be able to kiss me. Sara closed her eyes and the pressure of the cloth was felt across her face as the ends her taken along the sides of her face and knotted off at the back of her head. Even if I was left alone, I would have no chance of escape as I would be unable to see where I was going. A moment later, the captive shivered with excitement as she received her first kiss while blindfolded and it wasn’t long before their closeness was as passionate as before, with the cuffed teacher losing all track of time.

“I think that it’s time for your punishment to be taken up a step.” The kissing stopped and Sara could feel the untying of the long scarf that hung around her neck before it was pulled away from her.

I presume that I am going to be gagged now. The teacher opened her mouth wide in preparation for her captor’s action, and the scarf was taken around her head twice, with the material going between her teeth. The ends were taken around to the back of her head and pulled so that her lips were distended to a small degree before the gag was knotted into place. That does feel a little odd, but it does add to my general helplessness.

“I’ve got a few things to get, so don’t go anywhere.”

Sara giggled at her captor’s comment. Don’t go anywhere? I’m bound, blindfolded and gagged and I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to. At the moment you could put me in a dictionary with the quote “Woman in Bondage”. She twisted and tugged at the cuffs that restrained her, but his was more to tell herself that she was a genuine captive instead of making any attempt to escape.

As she waited in her captivity and darkness, the teacher heard movement in front of her, but she had no idea what was happening even though her reflexes caused her try and look at the locations of the sound. You must be up to something, but it is annoying to not know what it is.

After several minutes had passed, she was embraced from behind by her captor and there was a whisper in her ear “It’s time for the badly behaved teacher to be stripped of her clothes and be exposed to the world.” This elicited a shiver from the captive who was anticipating and fearing this process in equal measure, but she had not foreseen what her captor had planned for her.

“I am going to remove your blindfold so that you can see.”

Why would you want to do that? I would have thought having me stripped while blindfolded would be much more preferable. She could feel the untying of the knot as the cloth strip was removed and she prepared to open her eyes.

As she did so, she trembled as she saw the face of a gagged woman staring back at her on the computer screen that had replaced the old writing board. As she took in the rest of the person, she realised that she was looking at her own moving image. What the-, I’m up there on the board! How have you managed to-, there’s a video camera on top of a tripod to the right of the screen, with a cable connecting them together. There is a red light on the camera, which means that you are recording my bondage and punishment!

“Nof, pleafe nof!” Sara said as she shook her head in an attempt to plead to her captor. It’s not enough that I am going to be embarrassed when you strip me naked, but you are going to humiliate me by filming the entire process as well.

“There is no escape from this, Sara. You have no choice but to watch as I undress you and bind your body with rope.”

As the captive looked up at the screen, she saw that his hands had moved to the top of her blouse and the watched as the button was pressed through the hole as so that a little more skin was exposed. This continued down her blouse and she was unable to take her eyes away from the image before her, with there being an additional thrill as each button was released. After a few more minutes, the teacher’s blouse was undone, and she writhed a little as the feeling of arousal grew between her legs.

Allan took hold of the sides of the blouse and pulled the garment back until it slid down her arms and rested on her handcuffed wrists, which left her black bra as the only item left that was protecting her modesty. In a minute, I’m going to end up topless, with no means of covering my breasts.

“Time for the grand uncovering.” The student said as he placed his fingers on either side of the front clasp which held her bra in place. The vertical hook was lifted up and detached, the cups were pulled back to reveal the breasts and erect nipples of the captive, and the bra was pulled back so that it was placed with the blouse. He cupped the mounds of her breasts in his hands, and the helpless teacher moaned as she experienced for the first time the touch of a man on an intimate area of her body while she was bound and gagged.

I didn’t know that it could feel so good, oh, that’s very nice. Her nipples ware held between the thumb and forefingers of her captor, and they were twisted and pulled a little, which added more fuel to the flame of her desire. Don’t stop, keep going.

“Your stories say that you’re not fond of this, so I should add this as a punishment and a warning.”

A loud squeal escaped from the captive’s gagged mouth as each nipple was pinched in an almost vice like grip and her attempts to struggle free only added to the pain as she shook her head. Please, no more, that’s far worse than being given a hard spanking. There was a release of the pressure and Sara sighed with relief as the pain stopped.

“See, I can control you easier with this than spanking you. However, I need to bind your upper body.” The bound teacher was turned to the left, and she looked at the image to see her right side as Allan reached for a large bag and took out several coils of blue rope. One of the lengths was picked up and Sara gasped as her elbows were brought together so that her forearms were almost parallel before several loops were wound around her arms just below the elbow. After six loops were placed and put so that there was no gap between them, the remainder was wrapped between her arms which had the effect of tightening the original loops, and a secure square knot was added which would prevent the rope from coming loose.

If I remember correctly from my stories, the act of winding the rope between my arms is called cinching, and it even seem to have brought my elbows closer together. There was the sound of metal against metal, and a moment later the cuff that encircled her right hand had opened, which was followed by her left wrist a moment later, and the clothing was removed from her arms and placed in a blue cloth bag.

Another length of blue cord was picked up and six loops were taken around her wrists before it was cinched by another four turns, with a knot secured at the top of the ropes so as to be out of reach of any prying fingers. Even though it’s rope and not metal, I don’t think that I have any chance of escape in these bonds. A large coil of rope was taken and this was wound around her upper chest and arms, with equal loops going above and below her breasts, and the cord was pulled tight so that her upper arms were forced against her back. After this was tied off, the captive was turned to face the screen, and he stood behind her as he wrapped a small length of cord between her breasts around the upper and lower chest ropes, which had the effect of pressing the cords against her breasts.

It’s almost like having a bra made of rope, and every little movement that I make gives a little caress against me which feels so good. She was turned to her left again, and another long piece of cord was taken around her lower arms and waist, with several cinch loops wound between her body and arms, locking them together. Wow, I am, really in bondage now.

Allan walked around to her front. “Do you like it? I think that your nipples say that you do.”

Sara nodded and moaned from the increase in lust that she felt between her legs. I can’t believe that I actually fought against you earlier, when you placed the handcuffs around my wrists and spanked me. It feels great to be in this situation. She was surprised when he embraced her, pulled her against him and pressed his lips against hers in an intense kiss. That kiss feels even more passionate than the previous ones, even though our mouths can’t be as intimate as before. A kiss landed just below her lips and each new one was lower and lower, travelling down her neck and chest until they were just above her breasts.

The topless captive shivered as a line of sweet little kisses were placed along the mound of her right breasts, and she discovered that she was unable to suppress a moan as this was repeated on her left breast. More, please more. His tongue traced around the areola of each breast in turn and this was followed by a circle of kisses that teased the woman who was unable to hasten the proceedings by touching herself. It felt like an electric shock when the tip of his tongue made soft presses against the tips of her electric nipples, and she wondered if she was going to achieve her release by these caresses alone.

Moments later, she moaned as he took each nipple in turn into his mouth, and there were playful sucking and biting which served to increase the erotic feelings within her body. After a few minutes of this had happened, Allan pulled back, and Sara made complaining noises at the withdrawal of such pleasurable actions as she was turned to face the screen again. That was marvellous, and you just stopped when it was great.

“There’s more to come yet, and I can’t low you to become too excited at this stage of the fantasy. I’m going to be fast in doing this part of your undressing, so that I can provide you with more entertainment.”

She looked at the screen as he stood behind her and gripped the top of her black skirt, and with a steady motion it was pulled down to her ankles, leaving her in just her panties, boots, stockings and garter belt. In a moment, I’m going to be essentially naked when I’m robbed of my panties. The hands of her captor had taken hold of her panties and a smooth and fluid motion, the garment that covered the last of her modesty was at her feet as a sensation shot through her body at the exposing of her Mound of Venus. What’s happening to me? Has bondage turned me into some kind exhibitionist? I know I am wearing a few items, but in every way that counts, I’m bound, gagged and nude.

Her breasts were again cupped by the student who was in complete control of her, but his right hand traced a path down to her Mound and drew little figure of eights over the surface. The actions and her ‘unveiling’ were so strong that she felt as if she was going to explode with pleasure on the spot and she cried out with the delight of her teasing.

“It’s not going to happen that quickly.” Allan said as he took his hands away from her body. “We have a little way to go yet, before I will allow my bad teacher to enjoy her fulfilment.”

Please can’t you just let me climax! It would make this evening the most wonderful that I have ever experienced. Another long piece of rope was uncoiled, and one end was tied to the rope that was looped between her breast. Office Duty! You’re going to tie me up in the same way that is described in the story. This is getting better as time goes on.

“Face your desk and bend over it.”

Yes, this is just like in the story. Thank you for fulfilling my biggest fantasy. The ‘nude’ captive shuffled around in a half-circle, moved up to her desk which was hip high, and pressed her exposed chest against the wood. There should be a hook attached to the other side of the desk, under the top. I’m guessing that is where you will tie this rope. Sure enough, the cord became tight as it was looped around the hook and tied off, and the captive found that she could only lift her chest by a few inches. Even this will be impossible after the next part of bondage is added.

The cuffs that restrained the teacher’s ankles together were unlocked, and she offered no resistance as her skirt and panties were removed from around her feet before the end of a length of cord was tied to her left ankle, with another piece bound in the same way to her right leg. Here we go, I just hope that I’m flexible enough for this. There was a pull of her left leg from the rope, and her foot left the floor of the classroom as the other end of the cord was looped around the left desk leg before it was knotted off, leaving her foot in the air. The rope that was bound to her right ankle was taken around the right desk leg and pulled so that she was no longer standing, and she was lying on the desk with her legs wide apart.

This is such an exposed position, and I am unable to put me feet on the floor in order to steady myself. As she looked to her left, she saw that the student had disconnected the camera from the screen and tripod and it was aimed at her as he walked around the desk.

“This is Sara, a naughty woman who has been punished with nudity and bondage.” Allan walked behind the woman. “However.” He said as he gave the petals of her flower a stroke, which elicited a loud moan from the ‘nude’ teacher. “As you can see, this little fox is literally dripping with lust.”

Please stop with the teasing and slam yourself into me. I’ve never been more ready to be taken in my life. Sara wiggled her hips in order to signal to her captor that she was available.

“Not so fast, my lusty wench.” The student said as he took the tripod to the right of his captive, and reattached the camera so that it took in the woman in bondage before walking over to her left side. “The next part of your punishment will continue in a moment...”

Sara: Reversal of detention Part 1 of 3

It was a Friday afternoon, and the bell had just rung for the end of the school day, so Sara was walking towards her classroom to host tonight’s detention, which was to be held in her classroom. It was unusual for there to be detention at the end of the week, as even the most misbehaved students wanted to be away to enjoy the Friday evening, but even more surprising was the name of the person who had to attend.

Allan Johnson was an eighteen year old student who could be classed as a ‘model pupil’, as he was always well behaved, well dressed and very efficient at turning his schoolwork in. The detention slip that was printed out was very unusual as there was no mention of why he had to attend and the name of the teacher who had authorised this was missing.

As she made her way down the corridor, Sara looked at the slip again. “My guess is that one of the teachers is jealous of you and wanted to have you placed in detention for their personal enjoyment. I wish I could let you go, but if someone finds out, we could both get into trouble. Anyway, spending an hour in a room with you is not a bad way to spend Friday evening.” The teacher paused outside the door to the classroom and looked at herself in the mirror by the door, checking that nothing was out of place with her white long-sleeved blouse, black figure hugging above-the-knee skirt, black stockings and patent calf length leather boots. She fiddled a moment with the white scarf around her neck, checked her large black and took a deep breath before entering the room.

Allan was dressed as usual in his black trousers, jacket and white shirt as he sat at one of the desks, reading a book on poetry and he looked up as Sara entered the room.

“Hello Miss Skeens, I’m very sorry about this, but I have no idea about why I had to go to detention this evening.”

“I don’t think that you have done anything wrong, Allan.” Sara said as she sat down at her desk, putting her bag to her left. “Given the lack of any information about who wrote this out and why you are here, I will speak to the principal on Monday morning and have this removed from the record. It must be someone’s idea of a bad joke as you are the best behaved pupil I know.” The teacher leant over, opened her bag, checked that she was taking out the right book, and placed it on the table before opening it.

Not that I have any intention of reading this, but I have to appear as if I am doing something while I daydream. It’s a good thing that I took the right book out, as I once picked up the other one, but I managed to put it back before anyone noticed what I was holding. The woman looked at the book, but she had no interest in what was written on the pages as she stole the occasional glance at her student while her daydream formed in her head. It’s good that no one knows what I think, or what are on my personal files on the server, or I could face major disciplinary action.

It wasn’t long before her daydream was in full swing, with her lying across Allan’s lap from right to left, with her hands bound together behind her back and her arms bound to her body. Her legs were tied at her ankles and knees, her panties filled her mouth with her scarf covering her lips so that it kept them in place, and her gag muffled her screams as her exposed bottom was spanked time and time again by the student.

I know that I shouldn’t have these fantasies about you where I am bad and you punish me for it, but I can’t help it. I’m must remember to write this daydream down on my computer so that I can enjoy it again and again. After you have gone, I must read the other book with the story ‘Office Duty’ in it, but I hope no one finds out what I have altered. How would I explain that I have changed the story so that the two characters have our names?

The fantasy intruded fully into her mind and she found herself bent over a desk as her clothing was cut away, leaving her essentially naked at the hands of her captor. Behind her, there was the sound of a zip being pulled down and the helpless teacher knew that her intimacy would be impaled, which would bring her to the heights of bliss...

“Are you alright, Miss Skeens?” Allan asked as he stood to her left.

“Y- Yes sorry, I was just miles away.” Sara answered as her cheeks became a pale shade of pink. This is embarrassing, and I hope you don’t work out that it was about you. “Is there a problem?”

“Well, it’s a passage in this particular poem called “Andromeda” and I have trouble understanding it. I wonder if you could help me with this.” Allan placed the book in front of Sara so that it covered her own and he pointed to a particular quartet of lines.

Sara could feel the heat in her cheeks as she read that part of the poem which describes how the princess Andromeda was chained naked to a rock, in order for her to await her fate. The first piece of poetry you ever ask me about, and it involves nude bondage. This is going to be one to explain.

She put her hands on the bottom corners of the book in order to steady herself before responding to the student. “W- Well, it seems to be obvious what is happening in that she is being prepared for sacrifice. I think that what the poet is attempting to achieve though, is that by describing her plight and her naked beauty, he is making the reader sympathise with her and maybe even find her attractive as she is made helpless.”

“So you think that a helpless woman is even more attractive?”

“That is what the person is implying. Wait, what are you doing?” Sara was taken by surprise as the student took a firm hold of her wrists and brought them behind her back before she could even respond to what was happening to her. A single hand held her hands together, there was a rapid clicking sound, and the feeling of cold steel around her wrists caused to realise that she had been restrained with handcuffs.

“Allan, stop this at once! You’re not supposed to handcuff your teachers.” At this point, she was lifted out of her chair and made to stand, her feet were put side by side, and more clicking sounds let her know that her ankles had suffered the same fate. This can’t be happening, I’m bound hand and foot and you have complete control over me. Why have you done this? The bound woman took a deep breath before she continued to talk.

“I know that what has happened to you is unfair, owing to you having been given a wrongful detention, but it is just as unfair to treat me in this manner as it’s not my fault.” She tried making a few experimental tugs against her bonds but the woman knew that she would remain in these restraints until they were unlocked, and she was turned around so that she faced her captor.

“Actually, I was the one who arranged for the detention to happen so that we could be together after school ended.”

“You? How did you manage that, and why? Was it so you could handcuff me as a joke?”

“I’ll explain later, but all you need to know right now is that you are a very bad teacher and you are going to be punished for it.”

“Punished? Punished for what? I haven’t done anything wrong.” A shiver went down the captive’s spine which was part fear, but mainly excitement as she thought about what was going to happen to her. You are sounding as if you walked right out of one of my fantasies, or that you have read my mind.

The helpless teacher was turned around so that she faced the desk, and Allan’s left hand pressed against her back which pushed her body down against the cold wooden surface. You can’t be planning on spanking my bottom, we could both get into trouble.

“Please stop, Allan. You will be in trouble over this when I tell the principal about what you are doing.”

“I don’t think that you are going to tell anyone about this detention. Anyway, I am going to ask you three questions, and you are going to answer honestly. If you fail to do so, I will have to decide that you are being bad and punish you in the way that should happen to all naughty ladies.”

You are going to spank me, this is very wrong and you mustn’t do it. “Allan, if you stop and let me go right now, I’ll forget about all of this and put it down to hi-jinks on your part.”

“First question: Do you read books which have stories of women in bondage?”

I can’t possibly answer that kind of question, but I’m wondering if you already know the answer. Maybe I should just bluff and hope that you accept it. “I have never read any such books in my li- OW!” A smarting sensation spread from the spot on the teacher’s bottom where she had just been spanked. “I wouldn’t even dream of looking at, OW OW!” The two smacks were of greater intensity than the first one, and the captive wondered how much further she could go on. These are more painful than I imagined, but I suppose that’s fantasising for you.

“Look, I don’t know where you get the idea that I would do such a thing, but I can tell you that-.” The three strikes that followed were harder still, and they were each accompanied by a cry of pain from the captive.

“Okay, okay, I read stories where the ladies are bound and gagged. Is that enough for you?” There was a different sensation on Sara’s bottom as a hand gently caressed and smoothed her cheeks. This feels so good after the pain that I had to endure, but you know that I like bondage stories. What else are you going to ask me?

“See, things are better when you are honest. Now for the second question, and the punishment will be worse if you lie: do you fantasise about being bound, gagged and spanked?”

How much do you know about me? I think that I am in deep trouble, but I just can’t let you know about my deepest thoughts. “I would never fantasise about such things in a million years. Allan, what are you doing to my skirt?” Another shiver went through Sara’s body as a hand gripped the hem of the skirt.

“I did warn you about your punishment.” The bottom of the teacher’s skirt was pulled up until it was lifted above her bottom, which exposed her lacy black panties. “It would be a good idea for you to be honest with me, unless you wish for the punishment to continue.”

Could you be right about that, is there a part of me that really wants you to spank me? That is impossible. “There isn’t any way that I would ever want anything like that to happen to me. Free me at once.” Sara braced herself for the inevitable blow which she expected to be stronger because the cloth of her skirt no longer protected her, but she was taken by surprise by the six smacks that she received on her cheeks which were followed by the same number of yells.

“I tell you, I’m not into such things. No, please don’t.” She screamed another six times as her derriere was struck a half-dozen more times.

“If you keep in with this pretence, you have only yourself to blame for your suffering.” Six more spanks were enough to make Sara squirm on the desk.

“I’ll say it! I love the idea of being bound, gagged and spanked by someone. Are you satisfied?” At this, Sara’s bottom was again smoothed, and she breathed a sigh of relief as it caress had an almost magical effect on her feelings. After the pain of the last few minutes, this is pleasurable and arousing.

“Time for the final question, but given your previous responses I shall prepare you first.” There was a squeal from the captive as the student took hold of her panties and pulled them down to her thighs, which showed off the colour of her cheeks. “You have a lovely pink bottom, and knowing your reluctance to tell the truth it will be red before you answer the third question correctly.”

You’ve pulled my panties down, so you must really be serious about this.

“Third question, do you write stories and have fantasies about me placing you in bondage and taking advantage of you.”

“Allan, even if that was true, I could never admit to such a thing. Ow, no please OW.” Blow after measured blow landed on Sara’s unprotected posterior, and she had a fear that it wouldn’t stop until she told the truth. “Please stop it.”

“Answer the question.”

It wasn’t long before the teacher was writhing as the spanking continued and she begged and pleaded for him to stop, but every effort proved to be futile.

“Yes, yes! Now, please stop spanking me.” The blows halted, and her cheeks were caressed in an effort to reduce the pain of her punishment. “I’ve had fantasies about you binding and gagging me, and taking advantage of my helpless body from the moment I saw you. I have a big crush on you, and I’ve always wanted you to put me in bondage.”

Sara felt relief as her panties were pulled back up over her bottom, her skirt was put back into place, and she was turned around so that she faced Allan. He embraced her around the waist and as she looked into his eyes, she blushed as she realised that he must know a lot about her desires.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had bondage fantasies about me?”

“If I did, I would most likely get into severe trouble for mentioning it as you could have gone straight to the principal. Anyway, how do you know so much about me?”

“Well, it started on a day that you took the wrong book out of your bag, It was called “Bound for a Spanking” and I think that I was the only one to see it. You left your bag behind one lunchtime, and I managed to take a good look at the stories.”

Sara groaned at the fact that Allan had found the alterations. You must know all about Office Duty then.

“I came across one story in the book that had the originally names crossed out, and they were replaced by you and me. I also noticed that you had “password: allanjohnson” written on the back page, so I attempted to log into your server account with it. What I found there was very interesting. Just to let you know, I had my phone record the confessions that you just made, so I have a lot of information about you.”

“So, what are you going to do with this? Have me arrested and thrown in jail for my desires? You already have me restrained in bondage, and you have the capacity to blackmail me in order to get what you want.”

“What I actually want to do is fulfil your desires, Sara.”

The captive teacher blushed at this offer. “But I can’t go along with that, I’m the teacher and you are my student. If this came out, my career could be ruined, and I could even face prosecution.”

“If it does come out, I will simply say that I kidnapped you and blackmailed you into doing whatever I want. I will even say that I planted the stories on the server, which will absolve you of any blame. Now, I have to deal with my naughty teacher.”