AI art by me.

Another in the series of Erotic Audio Clips from the lovely Selene Brandt. Script by me. She’s sweetly asked me to provide more scripts so, of course, I will oblige.

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I was nervous as I squirmed on the hard chair outside his office.

Ooooooo…[sound of sucking on lower lip] this was torture.  It should please me since I’m a wickedly professed pain slut.  I sigh and try to find a comfortable spot for my bottom.

I hear the door opening and my tummy flips, yes, and my pussy clenches.

OH.  MY.  GOD.  Does he know how he looks?  He has to know.  Cold as ice, blue eyes of a beast.  Is he a beast? Mmmmm…I shake my head to clear it.

“Miss Prince?” He asks, though he damned well knows who I am.  I’ve been flashing my legs…and more from the front row for three weeks now.  He’s been watching, too.  A girl knows.

“Yes, Sir.” I say in my most respectful tone. 

“Come.” He turns and leaves the door open.

He leans back in his chair as I approach after closing the door, and he intertwines those long, strong fingers. Hmmm….

“You know why you’re here?” He breaks me from my sensual reverie.

“Yes, Sir.” I bob my head to my lord.

“Tell me.” He commands.

He’s like that is he?  Makes a girl have to tell on herself, delicious.  “I’ve been a naughty girl and not studied as I should.”

“And?” He arches an imperious eyebrow.

Mmm.  My nipples wake up and press against the silk cup of my tiny bra.  “And I am failing your class, Sir.” I slightly whimper.  Why do I feel tears?

“Is that all?” He asks and I know it’s not.

I shake my head, “No, Sir.  I’m not passing any of my classes.” I feel like shit as I see the disappointment in his eyes.  

“That first paper you did for me, Miss Prince.  It was so good!  It showed so much intelligence and articulation.  Where did that girl go?” He asks and raises both eyebrows.  I hear the passion in his voice.

“I…I…” I stammer.  How could I tell him that paper was my love letter to him.  Explain the roles of Dominance and Submission in Taming of the Shrew?  Didn’t he understand?  I was Kate, kneeling at his feet with my hand under his shoe “to give him ease.”  Oh, fuck it!

“That paper…” I sighed and  blushed hotly.  “That paper was my honest feelings about those roles, Sir.  I identify as a submissive, you see.  You…well…you strike… [I almost giggle here]…me as a dominant so that’s why.”

There’s silence.  I ache to look up and see what he is thinking.

“Do you know what caning is, Miss Prince?” He quietly asks.

My head snaps up.  

“I do, Sir.  I attended a proper Catholic School, Sir.” I answer.

“And were you…caned?” He asked.

My bottom muscles wriggle.  “I was, Sir…several times.”  I gasp out as my heart is in my throat.

“Did it help?” He asks.

Welllll…truth is it didn’t but that’s NOT what I want to tell him.  “It works quite well, Sir.  I respond well to strict discipline.  I…I’ve been lacking that 

for a while now.”  There…I’ve set the play…will he follow my lead?

“I can see that. Look to your right.” He commands and I obey.

In the corner, I see a copper brolly can but no brollies in it.  Three thin expanses of wood or..is that bamboo for one of them?

“Fetch me the Nursery Cane.” He tells me as he stands up.

Ohhhh OHHHH.  Hot flashes hit me as my feet move obediently.  That would be…yes, the bamboo-looking one.  The whippy one.  I’ve not felt its like since I was thirteen, ten years ago.

I turn and he is standing by the desk.  I walk over and hand it to him then bend over his desk until my elbows rest on it.

“Lift your own damned skirt.  It doesn’t have all that far to go” He says snidely.  

That’s because I know you like them short, Sir! I snap in my head.  I reach back and bring up the hem until it rests on my lower back.  He actually puts a heavy paperweight on it to keep it there.  

“At least your…knickers…won’t be in the way…for now.” He growls.

I have on one of my g-string-more-than-thong pieces.  I came prepared, just in case.  

“Yes, Sir!” I whimper openly now and tears start from both eyes.  Before my caning?  OH I am so LOST with this man.

The cane taps the center of my mostly bare ass.

“Six of the best for now.  Tiptoe, no flinch, no clench, if the paperweight falls, break any of those the count starts over.” He says and I can tell I am NOT the first naughty co-ed over this desk!

THWWWIIPPPPP!!!

“OOOOOOOoooooooo….mmmmm, ONE thank you, Sir, may I have another?” My voice breaks in pain and pleasure.  Can he hear it?

I have no time to wonder as it strikes again…and again…and again!! He is done.

I’ve counted and begged as I should but I’m panting like from a race.  He’s putting me through my paces is what’s going on!

“Good girl.” He coos and my pussy throbs in answer.

“Thank you, Sir.” I whisperingly whimper.

I gasp as I feel his hand boldly begin to caress the welt lines.  Slowly, he squeezes.  “We’re not done yet.” He simply says.

“I hoped not, Sir.” I breathe out in arousal.

It’s all he needed to hear.  Two of is fingers now penetrate my sopping sex and he fucks me as I writhe and beg then come over his desk.  My first lesson with him…not in any way my last…we weren’t done yet.