An extract from
"Only Her Plaything" a novel by Susan Strict.
Linda had decided it would be highly amusing to have Matt dress up in her old school uniform. Matt was not particularly keen on it, and has just had a highly embarrassing few minutes when Linda's friend Angela came in and saw him half dressed in Linda's clothes. Angela departed, laughing. Linda had insisted on continuing, and Matt agreed only because he knew that if he went along with Linda's unusual requirements he would be likely to be rewarded later...
He wobbled uncomfortably in her school shoes. They did not have particularly high heels; that would not have been allowed with school uniform, but they were narrow and pinched his toes terribly. The cuts she had made in them to allow her to force them onto his feet were only enough for just that.
The skirt was far too short for him, and far too tight. She had moved the fastenings as far as the width of the material would allow, and still the skirt felt as though it was no more than a belt that had been buckled at least three notches too far.
It was odd, particularly when he felt so uncomfortable with everything else, but the feeling of the tights on his feet and legs was unaccountably pleasant.
"Now what?" he asked awkwardly.
"Makeup?" she suggested. "I have some lipstick that would be just right for you."
"That's going right over the top," he said.
"Are you refusing to obey me, you naughty little girl?" she demanded to know in a remarkably headmistress-like manner. "I do hope not. Naughty girls are punished, you know."
"Ha, ha. Very funny," he said without a trace of amusement in his voice.
"Don't be cheeky with me," she told him. "We do not tolerate impoliteness at this establishment, young lady. You would be well advised to remember that."
When he did not reply, she picked up the garden cane. "We call that dumb insolence," she said. "There's not excuse for that. We always administer an immediate punishment. Bend over and grasp your ankles."
He tried. "I can't," he said. "It's not possible in these clothes."
"Uh... Oh." This was not part of her plan. She could see it really was impossible for him. She had to come up with a new strategy.
"Across my knees," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hurry up. Don't keep me waiting."
"Is this what your headmistress did to you?" he asked as he obediently positioned himself across her knees.
"Not at all," she said. "I think she might have liked to, if the school governors had allowed it. I think it's illegal in schools now, isn't it? It's a shame, really. So many boys and girls would be so much better behaved if they had a caning from time to time."
"So now you do it to men instead. I expect your old headmistress does it to them too!"
"I only do it to one man," she pointed out. "You. And I haven't done it yet. As for my old headmistress, I doubt it. She was a lesbian. We might explore what she might have done if she had the chance, but not right now."
She pushed the school skirt up, pulled down the tights, and then the panties. He wriggled uncomfortably.
"Keep still," she warned, "Or I'll give you twice as many."
"You haven't said how many you're going to give me anyway," he muttered.
She ignored him, considering the swimsuit-covered buttocks. She slapped them with one hand experimentally, and decided that the result was not satisfactory. She almost regretted making him wear that swimsuit underneath everything else, even though the discomfort it was causing him delighted her.
It took her a moment to figure it out. It was simple. She had only to grasp the edges of the swimsuit material stretched over his buttocks and pull them together into the cleft between. The slap with the flat of her hand on his bare flesh produced a far more satisfying result.
She took the short cane in her hand, and raised it. He tensed, anticipating the sting on his buttocks when it descended, but he was quite unprepared for just how painful it actually was.
"Ah! Ow! Stop! Stop!"
She did not stop. Time after time she brought down the cane on him, with no regard for his yelps and shouts, and no concern at the raised, red marks she left on him. With her other arm she held him steady on her lap.
Finally she stopped and pushed him away. He fell to the floor and lay moaning. "I can't believe you just did that to me," he groaned.
"It's what all bad little girls should have," she said unemotionally. "Perhaps you'll do what you're told without being cheeky next time."
"There won't be a next time," he told her angrily. "I'm going home right now, and I won't be back."
"You could have stopped me if you had made the effort," she said. "No matter. I'll help you out of those ridiculous clothes."
He stood up unsteadily, and she took off his shoes and removed the tights and panties. The skirt proved a little difficult. It was so tight that the zip had become jammed. Between them they forced it down eventually, and she unbuttoned the school blouse and removed the bra. He stood in front of her wearing only the swimsuit.
"It makes your body very smooth," she said, running her hands up towards the shoulder straps.
"It makes me very uncomfortable," he snapped.
"Honestly?" she asked. "You don't enjoy it at all?"
Her hand stopped its upward travel towards the straps, and moved rapidly down to where his manhood bulged. Her touch had an immediate effect, and her other hand came up to find his nipples through the smooth material. She squeezed, gently, with the fingers on both her hands.
"Stop it," he demanded. "I've had enough of all this."
He made no move to stop her.
"So have I," she agreed. "It's no good, is it?"
"No, it's not... ah."
He broke of what he had been about to say as her hand rubbed swiftly up and down the material covering his manhood. At the same moment she moved closer to him, pulled at his nipple through the swimsuit and then moved her mouth to it. Holding it through the material with her teeth, she worked vigorously at it with her tongue.
"Oh! God! Stop!
He squirmed, but it was not in pain.
"Enough?" she asked, breaking contact with his nipple. "What about down here?"
She bent down and then knelt in front of him. With finger and thumb either side of the swimsuit-covered bulge of his hardness and squeezing rhythmically, she worked up and down the material with her tongue.
"I don't..."
His eyes were closed. "You have to stop!" he muttered.
"Let's take this off," she suggested, standing up and pulling the straps from his shoulders. She peeled the swimsuit down, with a small smile at his obvious pain as the pressure of it on his testicles was released.
His legs were trembling. She pushed him backwards and he fell, hit the bed with some force and lay there on his back, shaking.
She did not give him the chance to stop her. She sprung on him and took the pulsating hardness deeply into her mouth in one huge gulp. He gasped, and the next few seconds were filled by far the most pleasurable sensations he had ever experienced.
And then she stopped.
He groaned.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Don't stop."
"Don't stop what?"
"Don't stop what you were doing. Please..."
"You're going home. You've had enough. You're not coming back. You
said so."
"Yes. No. Just
please don't stop what you were doing."
"Oh. This?"
She lowered her head to him again, her mouth open. He shut his eyes as her lips closed around him.
She bit him. He screamed. She let go and laughed.
"Pain comes with pleasure," she told him. "It's all part of
control. What would you like me to do next?"
"For fuck sake, don't bite!" he squealed.
"It hasn't done you any harm," she said, taking his still-hard manhood in one hand and examining it. "It looks to me as though you're even more excited than before. I bet it works as well too."
She encircled his hardness with her fingers and began a steady up and down pumping motion.
"No, don't..." he tried to tell her to stop, but the words failed him. Her persistent fingers brought him to a climax in no more than twenty seconds.
"Go home," she said. "I will see you tomorrow night, won't I?"
"Of course you will," he said as he carefully put on his own clothes, wincing when the material touched the bruised rawness of his buttocks...
"Only Her Plaything"
