Short Stories

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Visiting Erica

"Do you want to play a game?", asked Erica.

I had not seen her in six months. We were not close friends, but would see each other at the gym or mutual friend's parties. I secretly admired her, and at the gym would love to stare at her lean, tall and curvy body. She was married and had a son, three years old. A few months ago they left and moved to Colorado. I was taking time off my trip to Colorado to catch up with her and her family. Her husband was on travel for work.

"Do you want to play a game?", asked Erica. She had just put her son to sleep. The question surprised me.

"What type of game?", I asked.

"Oh, a game of cards. German Whist, best of five hands", she replied. "The winner gets to fuck the looser", she added with a wicked smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What?!", I stammered.

"I know you stare at me, even though you are sneaky about it", she said. "Don't you want to take a risk and see me naked?"

"Well, I ... I am sorry for staring. Yes, I would love to play", I said.

"Great! So, we will play five hands, and the one who wins three gets to fuck the winner. In the ass. Agreed?", she asked.

"Okay", I said, my heart beat faster, an tingling ache spread in my crotch. She fetched the cards and dealt them out. At first, I found it hard to concentrate on the game. I was too nervous to think clearly. I lost the first hand. Erica smiled. "You will need to do better", she said.

That woke me up. Yes, I could not afford to loose, and I really wanted to see her naked. I won the second hand. She dealt the cards again. She won the third hand. It was now 2-1. "Ohh ... just a hand away from a fucking!", she laughed, as she dealt the cards for the fourth hand. I was getting really nervous. My heart beat fast, and my palms were sweating. I could hardly focus on the game, and her smiling and giggling made it even worse.

She won the fourth hand, winning the game 3-1. It was time for my fucking.

"Oh no, time to get naked!", she laughed. "Come on, take off your clothes while I get my strap-on", she said. My heart beat wildly. We were in her kitchen, the shades open and a clear view from the neighboring houses.

I slowly took off my clothes, my cock rising up in a hard and taunt erection as I pulled off my boxers. I felt ashamed of my excitement, but that made matters worse. My erection just got harder, my face feeling hot with shame.

"Whoa, big boy!", laughed Erica, as she walked in and saw me naked and erect. "You won't have much use for that!", she said, pointing to my cock. She was fully dressed, with a huge, thick red strap-on, belted on her waist, bouncing around as she walked towards me. "Come on, grab that chair and bend over, and spread your legs."

I bent over, shamefully aware of my naked ass facing her. I closed my eyes. She lubed the dildo, pushing it into me. The pain was unbearable as the dildo popped into my ass. I winced as it slid in, desperately wanting her to pull it out.

"I hope you are ready", she laughed, as she pushed the dildo deeper. Slowly at first, but picking up pace she started to fuck me. The feeling was intense, as she rhythmically pushed the dildo in and out. My insides were on fire, my crotch ached and my tummy tingled as she thrust harder and harder. Soon she was fucking me hard, her body slapping against my ass as she thrust deep into me. My cock jerked around as she fucked me, and I had to hold the chair tight to avoid falling down.

As my fucking continued, my breathing got shorter and faster, moaning as I felt an orgasm build. I was both ashamed and excited as I felt my cock strain to blow its load. Erica laughed, hearing me and seeing me arch my back and close my eyes as I got closer. She grabbed my shoulder and thrust harder and faster. I was delirious, all my feelings concentrated around my cock and balls. I could hold it no longer, and with a loud moan blew my load, my cock twitching as it spurted cum all over the chair and the floor.

Erica stopped for a moment. "I am not done yet", she said, "stay as you are". She pushed the dildo deep into my ass again, the rhythmically fucking me once more. My ass was now on fire, and I could feel each thrust, as it painfully slammed into my body. My cock, spent and limp, felt raw as it bounced around shamefully.

After what seemed like an hour she finally stopped.

"How was it, sweety?", she asked, smiling, as she pulled out the dildo. "You seem to enjoy a cock up your ass, don't you?"

I did not answer. I stood, hanging my head in shame, avoiding her eyes. My ass and back ached. "You can get dressed now", she said. I picked up my clothes.

"I better leave", I said, once dressed. "Yes, you better", she laughed. "And better luck next time!" I have not seen her since.

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The Panty Exchange

I was sitting in Starbucks, waiting to see if he would show up. My heart was beating fast, and my face was flushed with anticipation. It was a week since I had agreed to meet Sam, or that's what he told me his name was, at Starbucks. When I first wrote my Craigslist ad about exchanging my panties for twenty dollars, I did not expect anyone to respond. I should have known better. I got hundreds of emails, from guys who mostly sounded like creeps. Many sent me pictures of their cocks, some offered to fuck me and others offered even more money. Sam seemed the sanest of the lot, and I agreed to meet him for the "panty exchange".

As I nervously sipped on my coffee, a tall athletic looking guy walked in, looking around. His eyes met mine, he smiled and came and sat opposite me. "So, should we do it?", he asked.

I felt my throat constrict at the thought of going through with the deal: I was to go to the restroom, take off the panties I was wearing and give it to him. In exchange for twenty dollars. "Yes ... I think so", I stammered.

He smiled. "How about I make you another deal", he said. "I would pay you another hundred dollars for panties in which you have been fucked"

"What? What do you mean?", I asked, not understanding what he was getting at.

"Oh, what I mean is that I go with you into the restroom, fuck you while you are still wearing your panties, and then you give them to me", he smiled wickedly. "After all, I want them soaked in as much of your juices as possible".

His directness shocked me. My crotch ached and I could feel myself getting wet. My hormones had taken over, and although my brain wanted to refuse and just walk out, my body ached to have a hard, thick cock in my pussy. I really wanted him to fuck me.

"Well, I ... I don't know", I replied, hesitating. "I guess I could do it", I said, my face now blushing red and my eyes unable to meet his.

"Great!", he said. "Lets go to the restroom. Don't worry no one will notice. Just act normal".

I followed him to the back of the store and quickly stepped into the restroom, closing the door behind us. My heart was beating wildly, not sure if someone had seen us go in together. As soon as the door was shut, Sam caressed my crotch gently, and with his other hand grabbed my boobs. I did not want to push him away, but unbuckled his trousers, feeling his erection under his boxers. I pushed his pants down as he put his hand below my T-shirt, reaching for my boobs.

I was delirious, wanting him inside me. I pulled off his boxers. His cock, hard and erect now, bounced out. He was not very big, but seeing his hard, erect cock made me moan in pleasure. I grabbed it, and stroked it slowly. His smooth, hard cock felt delicious in my hands.

My breath was getting faster now, and he quickly pushed down my jeans. I was now standing there, with my T-shirt disheveled, my jeans around my ankles and only my black, silky panties covering me. He stepped out of his pants, naked and erect. He pushed me over the sink, and as I bent forward I felt his hands push my panties a little aside so he could get to my pussy. I was dripping wet by now, and could smell my own juices soak into my panties. I moaned as I felt his cock slide into me from behind. He felt good, stuffing me nice and tight as he pushed deep inside me.

With slow rhythmic thrusts he started to fuck me. I felt him go deep into me, pull out and thrust in again. Each deep thrust sent tingling electricity from my toes to my crotch. He fucked me faster, grunting. I closed my eyes and was moaning in pleasure, not caring if anyone outside could hear us. Lightning bolts of pleasure were shooting up from my crotch and for the moment all my existence was concentrated in my pussy. His fucking got faster and his breath shallower, as he came close to blowing his load inside me. Hearing him, and feeling his thrusts now slam fast, hard and deep into me, his skin slapping into me as he fucked me, I felt my orgasm build. I knew I would not last long.

His fucking got ferocious, and with a loud grunt he pushed hard, exploding inside me. I moaned and yelped in pleasure, as his thrusts pushed me over, sending deep bolts of pleasure from my crotch into my tummy. I moaned as the orgasm passed into me, filling me completely with waves of pleasure.

He pulled out of me, and got dressed again. "Okay, hand me your panties", he said.

I took them off and handed them to him. They were soaking wet and smelled musty from my fluids. He reached into his pocket and handed me a hundred and twenty dollars. Opening the door, he quickly stepped out, leaving me behind half-naked, with the hundred and twenty dollars in my hand.

I pulled up my pants and walked home, feeling like a cheap slut, a whore, who sold her modesty to a total stranger. For a hundred and twenty dollars and a nice, hard fucking.

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i definitely enjoyed both stories.

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Talking in Class

"Ray, you are always talking in class", said Miss Jessica.

"Sorry, miss", you say, laughing and making a face.

Miss Jessica is furious. "I will teach you a lesson, you brat! Come up to the front of the class", she shouts.

You go up front. The class is silent. All the boys and girls, frightened by her anger, stare at you.

"I want you to clean the chalk board. Without using your hands and without getting your clothes dirty", orders Miss Jessica.

You wonder how you can do it. "Well, get to it, hurry. Rub off the chalk with your body", she yells. "I want the chalk dust all over your body, and *not* your clothes, got it?"

You still hesitate, not knowing how to do it. "Oh, come on, you stupid boy", says Miss Jessica. "Take off your uniform, climb on the chair and clean the board."

"No, Miss", you cry, "Please, Miss, I won't talk again. Please, I am sorry!"

"Too late for being sorry", says Miss Jessica. "Do you want me to undress you myself? Come on. Take your clothes off, or I will force your friends to hold you down while I strip you naked."

You are crying now. You know you have no choice. You undo you belt and pull it off. You take off your tie, unbutton your shirt, taking it off and putting it on the teacher's desk. You take your shoes off and slowly, with tears in your eyes, pull down your trousers. You are now standing in front of the class, in your underwear, with Miss Jessica's eyes on you.

"Face, the class, and take off you underwear", orders Miss Jessica. "Did I not tell you that you have to be naked?"

You sob as you face your friends. All of them, the girls and boys are staring at you. Some of the girls are giggling. As you hesitate, Miss Jessica goes behind you and with a sudden tug, pulls down your underwear. You grab your crotch, as the class bursts into laughter, seeing you humiliated. Miss Jessica pulls off your hands from your crotch, exposing your cock to the class. You hang your head in shame, tears in your eyes.

"Come on, step on the chair and start cleaning the chalk board", says Miss Jessica. "The faster you do it, the sooner you can get dressed"

You climb up the chair and start to rub off the chalk board with your body. The white chalk power starts to cover your face, your tummy and your legs. You rub your cock against the board, and is soon covered in chalk dust.

"Turn around and now clean with your behind. I want all of your body covered in chalk dust. Front and back".

You turn around. Many kids are taking pictures with their phones and some are even recording. Soon your naked pictures will be all over the school.

You rub the board with your ass, the movement jerking around your cock and balls, making the girls giggle, and the boys laugh. You do your best to clean the board fast, shaking your ass and body as quickly as you can.

Soon you are done. You get down from the chair, naked, covered in chalk dust from head to toe. You are still crying and sobbing, shamed and humiliated in front of your friends.

"Here, clean off the dust and get dressed", says Miss Jessica, handing you a wash cloth. You clean yourself, and get dressed again.

"I am sorry, Miss", you say as you go back to your seat. "I won't talk in class again".

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Spanking Katie

I was having dinner with some friends. There were five of us, including Katie. It was the first time I met her. She is a young poet, in her mid twenties. The conversation turned to schools. "I attended a Catholic school", I said, "Where corporal punishment was common".

"What type of punishments?", asked Katie.

"Oh, the usual. Caning, paddling or forced exercises", I replied.

"Really? Did you ever get caned on your behind?", she asked.

"Yes, all the time. I never thought much of it", I said.

The next day I got a text from Katie, asking me if I wanted to get coffee. Over coffee she asked me about corporal punishment again. "Tell me, how does it feel to be spanked?", she asked.

I laughed, "You seem very curious!"

She blushed, looking down at her steaming mug. "I ... I, was just wondering", she stammered.

"Well, you should try it yourself", I suggested.

"What? I mean I can't spank myself, can I?", she asked.

"Well, I can spank you if you want", I suggested with a smile. Looking down, her face blushing red, avoiding my eyes, she said, "Okay, I really want to try it."

We went to my apartment. Katie was silent as we walked. She seemed nervous.

After we reached my apartment I told her to grab my chair and stick her butt out. She dutifully obeyed. I got a long thin stick, and told her I would give her "best of six". I asked her to count aloud.

I hit her on her ass. She winced, and shouted out, "One!". I hit her again. "Two!". This time she reached behind and grabbed her butt to ease the pain. I hit her again. "Three!", she shouted. I stopped.

"Well, you know it is not very effective if I cane you while you are still wearing your jeans", I said.

"What? What do you mean?", she said.

"If you really want to feel the pain, I have to hit your bare bottom", I replied. "Come on, pull down your jeans".

She hesitated, but slowly obeyed, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them to her ankles. Only a black lacy panties covered her bottom. "Good girl", I said. "Let resume".

I hit her hard on her almost naked ass. She screamed, "FOUR!", and grabbed her ass, trying to ease the pain. She bent over, and I hit her again. "FIVE!". "Last one", I said, "it will soon be over".

I swung as hard as I could, hitting her, the cane biting deep into her ass. "SIX!", she screamed. Her butt was now turning red, and welts were forming. She had tears in her eyes.

"You can pull up your jeans", I said. "So what do you think of corporal punishment now?".

"I ... I think I would be terrified in your school", she replied. "But I liked the experience. Thanks for doing this".

She got dressed and we walked back to work. We have not talked about it since.

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Aftermath of Failure

I knew I had not done well that semester, and I knew that I should have worked harder. But, to fail in all subjects? Even in my darkest dream, I had not expected this singular dishonor. Mr. Roberts, our class teacher was furious. He called me in front of the class. "You, failed in EVERY subject?! How can you be so stupid, Julia?", he yelled at me.

I was ashamed, and hung my head, unable to answer him. I knew he would punish me, but nothing prepared me for what came next. "Not only have you shamed yourself, but also brought shame to me and your classmates", he said, "I will teach you a lesson you will never forget".

I stood there, my face hot and flushed in anticipation, unable to meet his or my classmate's eyes. "Take your clothes off, young woman", ordered Mr. Roberts, "Strip naked".

Strip naked! I could not speak and my heart thumped in shame and fear. I started to sob, tears flowing down my eyes. "Please, Mr. Roberts", I begged, "I am sorry. Please do not make me strip".

"Sorry? Yes, you should be sorry", he yelled. "And you will be even sorrier when I am done with you. Come on, strip, or else I will have to ask your friends to tear the clothes off your body".

Crying and sobbing I took my uniform off. I undid and slipped off my dress and then pulled off my shoes and stockings. I was now standing half-naked, in just my bra and panties in front of Mr. Roberts and my class. Everyone was silent, watching my humiliating punishment.

"Come on, get naked!", said Mr. Roberts, "do it fast. I want your bra and panties off. NOW!"

I slowly undid my bra, taking it off and dropping it on the pile of my other clothes. I removed my panties. I was completely naked, red faced and humiliated, standing shamefully in front of my class.

"Face the class", ordered Mr. Roberts, "and move your hands to your sides. Let everyone see your shameful body.".

I stood facing the class, my hands by my side. I knew everyone was starting at me, the boys enjoying the sight of me naked, the girls giggling and smiling wickedly. Some were taking pictures with their phone. I knew I would on everyone's Facebook feed in a few minutes. Shame overcame me, and I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.

"This is how a looser looks like, class", said Mr. Roberts. "I am not done with you, young lady. No, your punishments have just begun. As you have shamed not just yourself but your class, you will go to each one of your classmates and ask them to write on your body."

"Class", said Mr. Roberts, facing my classmates, "punish her by writing on her. Punish her by spanking her. She must be taught a most severe lesson, so she never fails again".

"Go you stupid girl, go to each one of your friends and beg them to punish you", Mr. Roberts ordered me.

I went from student to student, asking them in a low and shameful voice, sobbing "Please, punish me".

My friends wrote on my body. One wrote "SLUT", one "DUMB BITCH", another "STUPID SLUT". A few of my friends asked me to get down on my knees, and slapped my face before writing on my body. Some asked me to bend over so they could spank my ask with their hands. My face was red and hot from the beatings, my ass stung. One girl drew an arrow on my tummy, pointing downwards to my pussy, writing "GOOD FOR FUCKING ONLY". A boy wrote on my boobs with a dark red pen, "FAILURE". Many boys put their hands between my thighs, feeling between my legs, fingering my pussy.

It took almost an hour for every kid in the class to punish and humiliate me. My body covered in humiliating insults, my face wet with tears, my ass red and stinging in pain, my pussy fingered, I returned back to the front of the class. I anxiously waited for Mr. Roberts to end this ordeal. It was not to be.

"Well, I see you have been punished well, just like you deserve", said Mr. Roberts. "Now I want you to clean yourself up before I let you get dressed again".

I looked hopeful. Perhaps my punishments were done?

"So, you will go to the girl's locker room, shower and wash off all the writing on your body", ordered Mr. Roberts. "Once you are clean, come back and you can wear your uniform again".

How was I to get to the locker room? It was on the second floor. I realized, to my utter shame and humiliation, that I would have to run to it, naked, with all the kids in the school starting and laughing at me. I sobbed as I begged Mr. Roberts to please let me wear my clothes. He refused and pushed me out of the classroom.

My heart pounding, I ran down the passage. There were many students around, moving between class. Seeing me naked, my body covered in humiliating insults, they laughed, some recording my shame with their phones, other hooting out obscenities. Some even tried to grab me, spanking my ass, or grabbing my boobs as I ran.

I ran as fast as I could into the girls showers, and finding the first empty one, turned on the water, washing off my body. Some of the kids had written on me with permanent ink, and I had to scrub really hard to wash it off. Clean, I dried my self, facing the daunting prospect of getting back to my class.

I peered out, seeing if there was anyone around. The passages were mostly empty. I ran as fast as I could, not bothering if anyone saw me. All I wanted was to be back in class.

"Good, girl", said Mr. Roberts, as I ran into the class. "You can get dressed now. I hope you have learned your lesson, and will work harder next semester. Or else I will have the whole school punish and humiliated you."

I got dressed and, my head hanging in shame, unable to look at my friends, went back to my desk.

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