A considerable Naughtiness

[SarahGirl]

Ok this is not a romance or even just plain old girl-girl sex.






Not suitable for Minors





This is certain to get quite naughty.


It is 'inspired' by the various spanking threads that have appeared from time to time on the board but it is likely to get quite heavy as it progresses

It will involve non-consensual acts, bondage and possibly other activities

- you are warned




Story follows below















After the party.

It was one of those parties, friends and friends of friends, all female, end of the college term, a couple of weeks before Easter. Someone had the idea that we should hire a Youth Hostel, a complete small one, for three days, which sounded boring but was fantastic fun, we go out to the local on the first night to eat and drink, then bring more drink back to the hostel. At three in the morning, only the wildest and wiliest of us are still up and conscious and the conversation – well the drunken talk – is getting more and more vulgar. I am describing just what I would like to do to this girl I fancy, involving some chocolate paint, some strawberries and a little ice cream, when Jilly says, ‘Sarah, some one should wash your mouth out, suggesting that at your age’. I giggle and reply, ‘You and whose army. Try it and you will get a sore btm for your troubles’.

Now Jilly is someone I only met for the first time on this trip, she is a little older than I am, has long blonde hair (yummy), is maybe five inches taller than me, with equally yummy legs and certainly has a more impressive set of boobs. But she doesn’t look all that strong and she certainly doesn’t look the kind of girl that has actually had to fight or wrestle anyone – not like me then, always tussling with my sisters and brother. I don’t expect that anything will come of my remark, but I am totally up for it, if she gives me an excuse .... and she does!

‘Oh! yes’, she says, starting to rise to her feet, ‘Come and try it’. Now, she should have waited until she was up and balanced before she made that remark, because I am already squatting, poised, balanced on me heels. As she speaks, I dive forward, grabbing her, pushing her down onto her back, putting her into a classic schoolgirl pin, arms above her head, hands held in one of mine, knees pinning her upper arms, one hand free. Since we are both wearing dressing gowns, nighties and knickers (and nothing else in my case at least), there is a lot of leg on show from both of us at this point.

All she has to do is a simple bridge and she can throw me off, but, as I suspected, although she struggles hard, she hasn’t a clue how to get rid of me. I run my spare hand over her belly, fingers spidering and get a scream, is she normally ticklish or is it the situation. Less than a minute later, she is helpless with laughter, giving me time to reach over, grab a handy pair of long socks and use one tie her hands together. ‘What are you ..... urrrggggg’, she squawks as I pop a handy pair of knickers, drying by the fire, into her mouth and tie them with the second sock. ‘What am I doing? I am getting ready to warm your bottom for you’, I say laughing.

I slide off her sideways, push her arms down in front of her, roll her quickly onto her tummy, hands underneath and sit in the middle of her back, hard, knocking the breath out of her a little. Then I pull up her dressing gown and nightie, exposing her knickers, pinning the clothing with my knees. ‘Now, six of the best .... on each side.’

I rub my hands together, as she tries to buck me off, too late now, then I rub both hands gently across the exposed bottom, clad in a simple white bikini pair, that expose more than half of each buttock. I enjoy the transition from cloth to flesh, then a lift my left hand and strike the centre of the exposed part, not hard, but enough to feel and to produce a loud thwack and a little jiggle from her buttock. ‘One’, I say.

I aim a little further out, at the same height and smack again, more wobbles this time and a little squeak through the gag. ‘Two’, someone else has joined in with the count. The third lands slightly inwards of the centre, a little harder, ‘Three’ say the voices of four of the other girls in the room. They are gathered round now, watching, fascinated. Four lands on the clothed region, five a little lower down, then I gently rub over the whole insulted bottom, building the anticipation before the last blow lands, in pretty much the same spot as the first but quite a bit harder, producing a pretty good squeak as the room chorus’s ‘Six’.

‘And now for the other side, you can count them this time, Jilly, but if you lose the count or make any other sound but the count, we shall just start from one again, is that clear?’. ‘She is nodding’, someone says, removing the gag for her. I lean closely over her, rub my hands gently over her right bottom, building the tension, prolonging the pleasure and pleasure it is, I am pretty sure, for her as well as me, judging from the scent, which is rising from between her legs. ‘You know, this would be a lot easier, if we took your knickers down’, I say, teasing. ‘No’, she squeaks, ‘Please no’, as the rest of the girls immediately agree that this would help. ‘Well, since you said please, we will leave it – this time’. As I speak the last word my hand descends thwack, making her squeak and then she gulps and says ‘One’. That, so easily identifiable scent is already getting stronger.

[jilly01]

keep going!!!!!!!!

[SarahGirl]

‘Did she squeak?’, I ask the rest of the girls, who nod and grin, ‘Oh! Well start again. One!’, my hand descends firmly on exactly the same spot. Jilly is silent this time. ‘Did I hear you count? No? Oh dear! We have to start again, again. Now remember to count from one this time, ready?’. There are broad grins on the faces of all the girls in the room, grins that match mine. I am delighted to see that Jilly actually nods this time, she is still playing. Of course, she probably doesn’t quite understand the game she is having played with her, she thinks that six spanks will get it over with, some chance! I am certain that I can prolong this spanking, just as long as I want too, yet never exceed the count of six. Moreover, I hope I can get Jilly to co-operate more and more with the process. I rub my hands gently over both her buttocks, apparently preparing for the next blow, actually trying to raise her excitement level. ‘This can’t be a very comfortable position for you Jilly, would you prefer to do this in a more comfortable way?’, I ask reasonably. ‘She’s nodding again’.

‘Right, can you pull that chair over? If you want to be more comfortable, you have to promise me that as soon as I let you, you will move straight to the chair and lie over it, face down, then hold your own ankles for all six smacks, OK. Do anything else, let go of your ankles, fail to count or make any other noise and the count starts over.’ I can feel the vigorous nods myself, not surprising as my weight must be making her very uncomfortable in itself. I stand up, she struggles up herself, then places her tummy on the chair. ‘A bit further forward please, legs further apart and forward, around the chair legs’, she moves forward a little, then a little more, so that her bottom is up in the air. I untie her hands and she immediately grabs at her ankles, pulling herself tight around the chair, bottom perfectly presented, legs somewhat apart, her private parts now clearly visible through her, now quite wet and somewhat see-through, white panties. I smile and point out the wetness to the others. If any of them thought, for a moment, she had peed herself, the aroma, which is rising more strongly every moment, should convince them otherwise.

We begin again, just gentle swats on the outside of the right buttock, “one, two, three”, then my hand, rubbing her bottoms strays into the cleft between them and causes her to jump and release an ankle. The next series stops at three again, as I manage to ‘brush’ up against her nightie, which she has pulled as far over her back as she can, causing it too fall right forward, forming a little frill around her neck, exposing her boobs. Her hands fly to clutch them, ‘Ankles, don’t worry about us seeing your breasts, Jilly, you know we all have them’, I say in a commanding voice. ‘Not like those, you don’t!’, someone says. As Jilly moves her hands obediently back and I get a clear look at her I have to admit, I totally agree. There is nothing wrong with my little boobs but little they are, while Jilly’s are a perfect knock-out, quite large and very shapely and so beautiful, so vulnerable looking as they hang, upside down, from her frame, made more exciting by the frill of nightie that should be covering them. I spend a couple of minutes enjoying my view of them, then transfer my gaze to the even more transparent knickers, rubbing my hands over her bottoms, deciding my next target. I gently smack just to the inside of the right bottom, ‘One’ and again ‘Two’ and a shriek as someone’s fingers dance up her tummy. ‘Not fair’, I say, with a grin, ‘Not fair at all, but rules are rules, we start again’.

Jilly’s breath is coming in short gasps now, she is has flushed patches on her breasts and chest, her eyes are closed, her legs tremble from time to time and none, none, of this is due to her being in pain, because all, but the first few swats, have been really quite gentle, play spanks, no Jilly is ‘suffering’ from something else entirely and I think its time to finish it. I swat her three more times on her outer bottom, then ‘accidentally’ brush her right nipple with my knee as I move, causing an even more outraged squeak than normal. ‘Oh Dear!’ I say, ‘You really do need to concentrate’. Then I whisper in her ear. ‘You know, I can keep this going, just as long as I want to’. She shakes her head, more in protest than denial, I think. ‘Just think, you have never got beyond three yet. Do you want it to finish?’ I am astonished to see she is actually undecided about this ..... perhaps we have reached the critical point? ‘If you do, then you have to let me finish you too, you have to let me make you cum?’. Now she is nodding, nodding vigorously, oh yes, I have her exactly where I wanted.

I scoot up much closer to her bum, closer than is convenient for spanking really close enough so no-one else in the room can be quite sure what my hands are doing when I rub her bottoms, then I deliver three quick, soft swats to the outside, then a harder one to the centre. ‘Oops, a bit hard that one’, I say in a crooning tone, beginning to rub her bottom with the palm of my hand, my fingers pointing towards me, towards her cleft. With my other hand, I play with her nightie and then her hair, but the fingers of the hand, supposedly massaging her bottom, are massaging elsewhere now. She is soaking wet, her clit standing rigid, is so easy to find, to tickle through the slick layer of cloth, easy now, not yet, not yet. ‘Ready for five?’, I ask and deliver a gentle swat to the outside, then six land pretty much in between her buttocks, my fingers snake down, ‘Six, ooooh’ slide into her, then forward and she is moaning and writhing beneath me. Sweat pours down her body, her chest is heaving, making her breasts perform the most delightful swaying motion, she is flushed, her face is picture of ecstasy. ‘Well, finally we made it’, I say, pretending to be talking about the sixth swat, ‘you made a noise, but only after counting six, so we can let that go, I think’. I stand up, at last and look at the others, grinning at their smiles. They all know she has cum but they don’t know quite how it was done or at least I don’t think they do.

I find a glass of wine, someone helps Jilly up and gives her a drink and she eyes me ruefully. ‘Now, you know better than to say you are going to wash my mouth out’, ‘Hum! You caught me by surprise that time, that won’t happen again, you wait and see’. ‘That time’, I think to myself, ‘Promising’. So I say, ‘Well, if you can catch me, then I am ready for whatever you choose to do in revenge, Jilly. But you have to catch me first, maybe you had better drum up some help’. There are laughs and nods from the rest of the room and one or tow speculative looks that suggest that, if she asks, she might well find the help. If that happens, then I could well be on the receiving end of a spanking or worse tomorrow, otherwise I expect I will get to play with Jilly again. ‘We shall just have to see what tomorrow brings’, I say laughing as I head to bed, thinking, ‘and enjoy it, whatever it is!’

[JD]

Can't wait until tomorrow.....

[SarahGirl]

[jilly01]

ooOOoooo sarah keep it coming, that is awesome!! love it!!!

[*w-e-t*]

Sarah. Is. AMAZING.

[jinjin]

Excellent story Sarah.
Titillating in more ways than one.

[Confused Chick]

That's crule.

[Hornyforu123]

its amasome so far, cant wait until the next part

[SarahGirl]

Part 3

I am sharing a double room with Emma but she hasn’t arrived yet, so I have the room to myself. Careful use of a chiar prevents anyone slipping in during the night and taking advantage, not that they didn’t try! The next morning, breakfast is a little quiet, some people have clearly heard something about the late night entertainement and are curious but don’t actually want to ask. Of those who were there, I am probably the only one who is comfortable about speaking about what happened, Jilly is a little abashed at her experience and the others more than a little ashamed by how much they enjoyed it.

We go out to the coast, paddling as it is too cold to swim, playing silly games in the beach, all squeals and giggles but nothing untoward happens, although there are several huddles, which fall silent, whenever Jilly or I go near, the story is getting round.

We get back to the town nearest the hostel at about 3, supposedly to pick up Emma from the station but it soon transpires that there is a second reason, we are going to be dressing up for dinner this evening. There are several suggestions, the usual sci-fi and monsters and tarts, then, in a move that seems somewhat orchestrated, someone suggests picking up the wrestling theme, someone else suggests porn starts and they settle on naughty female characters from films, Oh! They want to play. Jilly objects, ‘I have never seen anything like that’, which produces a huge burst of giggles, ‘Honey you were staring in “something like that” last night’, Laura says. Jilly goes rather quiet. ‘So, tomboys, schoolgirl outfits, goths, short skirts and cropped tops, dykes whatever’., Jenny suggests. I suggest that I can just come as myself, but this is shouted down. I wander into a charity shop, see a little pink skirt and a little girl top, I shall go as the revolting little girl from the Just William books.

By the time I get back to the van, Emma has been collected and ferried back to the hostel, I get back just in time to change for dinner, which is relatively early, ‘too leave lots of time for fun and games afterwards’. Dinner is simple, a casserole, well actually three casseroles, a beef one, a chicken one and a veggie one, which is the largest. We start with half pink grapefruits glazed with brown sugar and we end with heaps of fresh fruit, or fresh fruit salad and cream or apple tart and custard or, in my case, all three. All washed down with ample supplies of the rather shabby supermarket wine or the excellent local beer. I see that my glass is being filled regularly, not a surprise, but I manage to stay at least as sober as everyone else. We play games, card games, something I have never played before, which involves forfeits. Each forfeit can be a peice of clothing coming off or it can be chosen by the person next to you.

I get an early forfeit and choose to loose a an item of clothing, my pink shoes, Jilly does the same and then Jenny has a cardigan she is wearing as a girl-next-door, to remove. I get another and loose the white tights, then it is Emma. I haven’t really looked at Emma during dinner, when I do I get a real treat – she is dressed as a full-on female dominatrix, long black leather boots with high heels, PVC corset which laces up the front, something which looks a bit like a whip but turns out to be a riding crop. The corset is laced tight under the bust, forcing her breasts up, so they are almost spilling over the top of the garment. She has a little ‘bag of goodies’ with her, she has come prepared to play. There is nothing impromptue about this game at all! The only problem is, she has planned and dressed for winning, there is little she can shed, easily, without spoiling the image. So she says, ‘Well I guess you guys get to choose the forfeit then’. We draw for the priviledge, my friend Ellie wins! I often think Ellie must be able to read my mind, she certainly chooses exactly the same forfeit as I would have. ‘I think the dominatrix should be dominated’. I see Emma take a deep breath and flush a little, she doesn’t seem upset at all but excited. We settle on ten minutes of domination, to be carried out by Ellie, assisted, at her request, by me. ‘Come over here’, Ellie commands Emma, as she complies, I take the riding crop out of her hand. ‘Across her knee’, I say, then pull her further forward, kneeling in front of her for a perfect view of those mounds, telling her, ‘Put your arms outside the chair legs, reach back and clasp your ankles, now pull as tight as you can’. This separates her legs a little, puts her bottom in a perfect position for Ellie to spank and at the same time, causes her bosom to heave even further forward, until I swear I can see the edge of the aureole. As Ellie begins to rub her hands across Emma’s bottoms (yes she has been on both ends of spankings with me), separating them a little, I guess, sliding her fingers up the crack, aiming for maximum embarrassment, I begin to toy with Emma’s breasts with the riding crop. I rub it over the globes, use it to touch and push them, talking dirty to her all the time. ‘What a slut, exposing her breasts like this, showing them off, thinking that we get a kick out of the sweaty great globes, she really wants them to come out completely, she wants to swing free, the dirty little girl ........... ‘ I tap the crop against one breast, just gently, not aiming to create pain, just to shake and wobble the flesh, then dig the crop below the boob and use it to scoop the breast free of it, so it flops forward, causing Emma to squeak in protest, for the first time. I run the crop under the bottom of the breast, slide it across the nipple, lift it back, as though to strike. ‘Uuurrg’, then dive it beneath the other breast and drag that into the light too. ‘Crop’, orders Ellie and I hand it over. During my play, Ellie has first fondled Emma’s bottoms, spanked them gently all over, then pulled the costume hard upwards, outlining the whole of her most private area through the PVC. Now she takes the crop and begins to apply it gently to each buttock, while I take my targets in my hands, weighing and dismissing them. ‘Not much now’, I say, ‘Not without the support, just floppy sacks of jelly, mostly nipple and nothing else really, too much sucking ........’, while I speak of the nipples I roll them in my fingers, half pleasing, half teasing and watch the shock in Emma’s eyes, shock that becomes more profound as the crop follows the line of her crack, pressing in wherever it can, finding every hole and dimple, then stroking, stroking, threatening to strike, right across her clit, it pulls back and Emma moves to escape as Jenny calls ‘Time’. Ellie and I exchange dirty grins and say to Emma, ‘Chicken!’.

She rolls off Ellie’s lap and goes to stuff herself back into her top. ‘Not fair’, says Jenny, of all people, ‘We don’t get to put clothes back on, you don’t get to dress either’. All the girls agree, of course, so Emma sits there, boobs sitting over her corset and we play another hand. I loose. There is a clamour for me to let them choose a forfeit, ‘You called me chicken, lets see your courage’. I laugh. ‘I’m all yours girls, all yours’.


As you can guess a long way to go with this. The request for the riding crop is fulfilled (although not finished with, I have a request for someone to be tied up, which follows but not necessarily in the next section) and other kinks you want to exercise - feel free to pm if you don't like to announce them here!

[*w-e-t*]

Wonderful, Sarah, wonderful. And how about everyone ganging up on one poor innocent girl and forcing her over the edge as many times as possible, maybe while being forced to do the same?

[SarahGirl]

How do you read my most closly held desires