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Naughty Games (3/15) [ff, bd, sm, ws, teen]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Naughty Games
by F. M. Hazer
Chapter 3: Secrets Revealed
Miss Edwards and her young student, Amy, sat down next to each
other on her office sofa. Miss Edwards said "That spanking
excited you, didn't it." Amy blushed, looked down and said
nothing. Miss Edwards could see that Amy was embarrassed. Miss
Edwards took hold of Amy's right hand with her left hand, gently
squeezed the young girl's hand and said "It's OK, you can tell
me." "Yes" replied Amy in a low voice. It took a lot of gentle
coaxing to get Amy to open up. It was obvious to Miss Edwards
that she was treading in Amy's "secret garden," Amy's deepest
fantasies. But Miss Edwards did not want to trample on the
precious flowers, she wanted to admire them; she wanted to share
them with Amy. She knew that the two of them had much in common.
After much persuasion and reassurances, Amy finally confessed
that the spanking had excited her. Miss Edwards said "It's OK
Amy, it excited me too." Amy looked up up at her teacher with
wonder and said "Really?" Miss Edwards said "Spanking is a very
common sexual fetish." Amy again said "Really?" Miss Edwards
again reassured Amy "Yes it is." Amy asked "Do you fantasize
about spanking?" Now it was Miss Edwards turn to blush. It was a
fair question given the intimate probing questions that she was
asking Amy. Miss Edwards said "Yes, I do." Amy said "For real? I
always thought that I was ... weird for having such thoughts."
"No Amy, your not weird. As I said it is a very common fantasy."
Miss Edwards again reassured Amy. Amy then asked with all
innocence "Do you ever dream about spanking me?"
Miss Edwards could feel the blush deepen across her cheeks; now
Amy was invading her "secret garden." Miss Edwards looked
directly into Amy's wide eyes and said "Yes, I love to fantasize
about spanking you." Amy said "WOW, really? Tell me about it." As
Miss Edwards told of her favorite fantasies, the defenses fell.
They both now opened up to the mutual invasion of their privacy.
It was an intellectual game of "I'll show you mine if you show me
your's."
When Miss Edward finished with her fantasies, she asked Amy about
her spanking fantasies. Amy confessed that she had always been
excited by idea of being spanked on her bare bottom. Miss Edwards
asked "How does it feel when Judy spanks you?" Amy blushed again
and said "I lied, Judy has never spanked me. In fact until now,
I've never been spanked." Miss Edwards was smiling; she was
amused by the realization the she had been maneuvered by Amy into
spanking her at the same time that she was trying to maneuver
Amy. Yes, they had a lot in common.
Amy said that the actual spanking wasn't as stimulating as she
thought it would be. She said "I don't think you hit hard
enough." Miss Edwards looked at her sore hand, shook it and said
"My hand is still sore." Amy said "Really? It didn't feel that
hard. Maybe you could use a paddle or something next time." The
words "next time" stuck in Miss Edwards' head. Miss Edwards could
not believe her good fortune. Amy wanted to do it again! She said
"Yes, I'll use my correction strap next time." "Correction
strap?" Amy said. "Yes, it's about this long and made of
leather." Miss Edwards said while holding her hands apart the
appropriate distance. Amy said "Oh, I can hardly wait. When can
we get together again?" Miss Edwards said "Not here, let's try
for my place. How about Friday afternoon after school?" Amy said
with great enthusiasm "OK! I'll bring my reform school uniform."
"Reform school uniform?" asked Miss Edwards. Amy smiled teasingly
and said "Yes, I had to wear it when I was in reform school."
Miss Edwards looked at Amy with a look of "Come on now, I don't
believe that!" Amy finally stopped teasing her teacher and said
"I made it myself." Miss Edwards said "Oh, I'd love to see it.
Please bring it."
Miss Edwards asked more questions trying to probe into Amy's
psyche. Amy said that her mother's favorite expression when Amy
did something wrong was "Nice girls don't do things like that.
Only naughty girls do that." The first time she heard that
expression when she was about 5 years old and was exploring her
naked body with her fingers. It was an act of childhood
innocence. She was laying on her bed. She found the special spot
between her legs. She was massaging her clitoris when her mother
walked into the room. Her mother's reaction forever set the
course of her sexual fantasies. Her mother got very upset and
chastised Amy saying her favorite reprimand "Nice girls don't do
things like that. Only naughty girls do that." Amy knew it felt
good. If nice girls don't do that then they must not have much
fun. Naughty girls have all the fun. Her mother added "And
naughty girls get spanked, on their bare bottoms." From then on,
Amy masturbated while fantasizing about what it would be like to
be spanked on her bare bottom for being naughty. She even tried
spanking herself several times. However it was awkward trying to
spank herself.
When she was about 10, there was a discussion in the newspaper
about a nearby nudist colony. Amy asked, in all innocence, what a
nudist colony was. Her mother said it was a place where everyone
goes around naked. Amy asked "Do you mean both men and women
together?" Her mother said "Yes" and then added her favorite
reprimand "Of course, nice girls don't do things like that. Only
naughty girls do that." Oh boy, another fun thing that only
naughty girls do. Amy could hardly wait until the next time she
was alone in the house. She went to her bedroom and undressed.
She stood in front of her mirror looking at her body, trying
imagine what it would be like to run around in public that way.
She ventured out of her room and explored the house, buck naked.
It felt good and naughty. She rubbed her clit as she walked
around. She finally went outside, naked. The cool air on her bare
skin felt wonderful. She jumped into pool. She loved the feeling.
She got out but did not dry herself; she waited for the water to
dry by itself. It felt cool and stimulating. She finally
masturbated herself to an orgasm, outside. It was her first
"naughty game." After that, she would always undress whenever she
was alone in the house.
When she was about 12 and just starting to mature, she read
something about "lesbians" and "cunnilingus." in a magazine. Amy
asked her mother what the words meant. Her mother wouldn't tell
her. She would only say "It's something that only naughty girls
do." Amy had found a new fun thing that only naughty girls do!
She had to look up the words in a dictionary. She finally put the
two together and figured out what it meant. The next time that
she was alone, she undressed, opened the door of her bedroom
closet and positioned it so that she could see herself as she
laid on the bed.
She laid back on the bed with her vagina pointing at the mirror
and placed a pillow under her head so that she could see. She
held her vagina open with her left hand as gently ran her a
finger from her right hand over her inner lips and clitoris. She
imagined that her finger was a girls tongue. She explored,
determining just how good it would feel to have a girl's tongue
licking at her private parts. Amy smelled and licked her fingers,
wetting them. She continued rubbing her vagina with her fingers.
She said the orgasm that she experienced was "mind blowing." It
became one of her favorite "naughty games." Sometimes, she would
imagine that her finger was her own tongue licking another girl's
vagina. She would practice her cunnilingus technique that way.
Miss Edwards asked "Did you ever really do it to another girl?"
Amy said "No, not until you spanked me. Sorry, I just couldn't
resist." Miss Edwards said "You have nothing to be sorry about.
In fact, You must have done a good job with your 'practice'. It
felt pretty good." Amy smiled at Miss Edwards. She was happy that
she had given her teacher pleasure. Miss Edwards said "I don't
suppose you've ever had another girl do it to you?" Amy said
"No." Miss Edwards said, "Well, we'll have to fix that, on
Friday." Amy's eyes opened wide and she said "Ooooo, would you do
that?" Miss Edwards said "Just try to stop me." Amy threw her
arms around Miss Edwards and kissed her. Miss Edwards embraced
her young student and returned the kiss.
Amy confessed that she always felt like an outcast when whe was
with her school friends. The other girls always talked about
boys. Boys did not interest her. She was ashamed to admit her
real feelings to her friends. Miss Edwards tenderly hugged Amy.
Yes, they had a LOT in common.
Miss Edwards asked more questions about Amy's favorite fantasies.
She said that one of her all time favorites is being whipped
naked in public. She said "I'm either in a convent, or an all
girl reform school, or in a 17th century puritan town. In any
case, I've been real naughty and I'm taken outside to someplace
public where everyone can see. I'm stripped naked, tied, and
whipped." Amy then took hold of her crotch and said "It's makes
me wet just thinking about it."
Amy told Miss Edwards about some of the "toys" that she had made.
She had a pair if wrist restraints, which she had made from
leather belts, that she would use to tie herself up while
pretending that she was being whipped. She had made her own
cat-of-nine-tails. She said that she had tried whipping herself
several times. She'd look at herself in a mirror while pretending
that she was tied up being whipped. Her whip made nice red marks
on her back. But she couldn't hit herself hard enough to be
really stimulating.
"Another favorite fantasy" Amy continued, "is that I'm a slave to
a beautiful queen or princess. Of course, I'm always naughty and
have to be disciplined by whipping."
Miss Edwards asked Amy about her parents and how they died. Amy
explained that they died together in a plane crash. They had
charted a plane and was touring the country on business when one
night it flew into a mountain. There was a big lawsuit filed by
their, Amy's and Judy's, lawyer. Amy said that she and Judy got a
big settlement.
Miss Edwards asked about Judy, Amy's sister. Amy got nervous. She
said that Judy is quite "normal" and Amy didn't want her to find
out anything about Amy's fantasies. Miss Edwards said "Are you
saying that we're not normal?" Amy said "No, well, ..., oh you
know what I mean. She thinks I'm a real good girl. It would just
kill me if she ever found out. Please, don't ever let her find
out about what I've told you. Promise me." Miss Edwards said "I
Promise." It was an easy promise to make. Telling Judy about
their secret was the last thing Miss Edwards would ever do.
The two girls heard the outer classroom door open. It was the
janitor. They both got up off of the sofa, Miss Edwards sat down
behind her desk, smiled and said in a low voice "I'll see you on
Friday." Amy smiled back, waved, and walked out the inner office
door. As she went through the doorway, she said in a loud voice
"Thank you for all your help Miss Edwards." Miss Edwards yelled
back "Your welcome Amy." Amy walked passed the janitor and said
"Hi Mr. Wade." The black janitor looked up and said "Hi, ...
Amy!" pointing a finger at the young girl. Amy smiled at him and
continued out of the classroom.
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