Spanked in a Straitjacket: The Schoolgirl's Punishment
Abby has always been a troublemaker; that's why her parents sent her to one of the strictest colleges around. One day, Abby finds out just how strict it really is. After getting into serious trouble, she finds herself bound in a straitjacket in a padded cell. She then receives a visit from the beautiful and cruel Ms. Sparks, and realizes her bondage adventure is only beginning... More
Abby Weathers has always been a troublemaker; that's why her parents sent her to one of the strictest colleges for women around. The school is famous for its no nonsense approach to discipline, and one day, Abby finds out just what that means. After a fight with her roommate ends violently, Abby is hauled away to a hidden part of the school where she ends up bound in a straitjacket in a padded cell. Still reeling from the shock of this barbaric treatment, she gets a visit from the beautiful and cruel Ms. Sparks, who has a briefcase full of toys she's eager to "reprimand" the young girl with. Abby realizes her bondage adventure is only beginning...
WARNING: This short story (apprx. 9,500 words) is for adults only, and contains spanking, bondage, sex toys, and a cruel, kinky Mistress who loves punishing naughty young girls!
A harsh tug on the collar forced her to fall forward, landing flat on the ground. She felt a high heel prod at her hip.
"Come on. Hips up. Keep your head down."
Keeping her cheek against the floor, she slowly folded her legs so her hips were pushed slightly in the air.
"Higher." The heel jabbed at her again, and she pushed her ass higher in the air. "Now legs apart."
Heart thudding furiously, she slowly managed to slide her legs apart. She felt utterly exposed.
"I think getting my point across will require a bit more than the paddle this time."
She didn't dare to move from her subservient position as she heard Ms. Sparks rifling around in that damn briefcase again. She trembled lightly. What could be worse than the paddle?
She cringed when she felt rough leather smooth across her backside, and at first she wasn't sure what she was feeling.
"Let's see how you like the riding crop."
Her blood ran cold. Riding crop?! Against her already sore bottom? That was not going to feel good.
Ms. Sparks didn't heed her protests, and she squealed as the crop hit her left cheek with a resounding thwack. She squirmed, trying to get away, but the collar kept her in place.