back to school

Back to School, Part Four

I asked Flint if he’d hurt me and he suggested the big menacing rubber thing he’d been giving The Librarian bruises with. I agreed, if he promised to maybe give only about half the force behind each swing he’d been giving her.

He sat me down in a chair and a little pocket of people started to gather around as he began smacking my thigh with the tool. It made a wet, rubbery sound each time it hit, like a suction cup being applied and then torn away very quickly. An oval rose on one of my thighs, turning pink first, then red. The bruise began to protrude as well, bulging slightly from my thigh like an extra swell of quadricep.

A girl came over and put a sticker on my cheek for taking it so well, and we ended up having a conversation while Flint hit me to distract from the pain.

“Somebody said you’re actually a teacher,” she said, gesturing to my outfit.

I nodded, “uh huh, yeah. I’m a teacher.” It made my get-up feel a little silly and a teensy bit degrading.

“You’re probably the hot teacher,” she grinned. “Actually, you’re definitely the hot teacher.” At first, I didn’t realize why she’d started laughing, but it dawned on me that I’d just started conspicuously blushing.

When Flint finished, he asked if I needed aftercare and I severely underestimated how many endorphins were running through me, so I shot up from the seat. Instantly, I collapsed right back down and the girl who had been talking fetched me water, somebody else came back with some cheese and crackers. I put my head against Flint’s thigh and sucked in a deep breath, proud of myself for taking it.

“That’s going to hurt a lot tomorrow,” Lida said, inspecting the bruise.

She wasn’t lying.

Back to School, Part Three

As part of a means of breaking the ice, we all had little sheets of stickers. If you liked someone’s outfit, you could give them a sticker. If somebody said something clever, you could give them a sticker. If you were too shy to flirt: sticker.

The Librarian had started up with hitting people with a ruler over some matter with the stickers, and it was clear that she was going to get her just deserts. Flint had twisted one of her arms up her back and was hitting her with a threatening-looking flap of rubber. Bruises were darkening on her skin already, but she was taking it like a champ.

“Hey,” Lida said. She and I and one of Flint’s other partners were sharing an armchair. She’d snatched a whole book of stickers from somewhere and started applying them to my cleavage.

A little earlier, she’d been shy about talking to a pretty girl I know and I’d pretty smoothly introduced them before dipping seamlessly out of the conversation. I figured maybe the chest full of stickers was partially a thank you for that and partially a demonstration that she wasn’t upset over how hard I’d spanked her.

“Where’d you get those?” I asked.

Lida shrugged, “just took ‘em.”

Back to School, Part Two

Flint and I were hanging around on the couch while I was recovering from having my ass whacked with a wooden spoon and having half a party of mostly strangers see my ass and pussy. Lida came over and was being adorable, but totally forgot to say “please” when she asked for something even after I’d taught her. So, I asked Flint if I could give her a spanking and he said it would be fine.

Lida laid across my lap and I flipped her skirt up. Underneath, she was wearing a cute little pair of panties, and I noticed that her stockings were being held up by a garter belt. I didn’t know what kind of schoolgirl wore garters, but I wasn’t about to complain.

I set to spanking her, alternating between sharp hits and lighter swats. She squirmed and whined under my hand while I chastised her about being so impolite. A small group of people had gathered to watch, probably amused by one small lady dressed like a schoolgirl beating down on another small lady dressed like a schoolgirl.

Looping my fingers under her garters, I pulled them up and let them snap against her thighs. She leapt against my legs, squealing, and a few of the people watching chuckled. Shooting them a smirk, I slipped my fingers under the garters once more and snapped them.

I’m still so awkward about the whole domming people thing, and I honestly felt I needed aftercare after I’d done it because I felt so bad for making her hurt so much. Her ass and thighs were bright red when I finished, and I kissed her after and made sure she was okay with the whole thing.

“Are you serious?” Flint laughed, “she loves this stuff.”

Back To School, Part One

A couple in the poly/kink community in my city threw a back-to-school themed party for their non-monogamous and kinky friends. It was totally just supposed to be a meet and mingle kind of thing, but let me preface by saying all the wooden spoons and rulers in their house ended up broken, and I left with a massive bruise.

(Yeah, this is how behind I am. I’m finally writing about something that happened TWO months ago.)

I’d opted to channel a little “Baby One More Time”-type look, complete with pigtails, and carpooled over with The Librarian, who had gone for a teacher-type look. The ride over was, confessedly, a little awkward. She and I shared two partners (Flint and Nilla) and she’s the ex of my pizza friend, and we basically only knew each other vis-a-vis these people. So, while we tried to sort of get to know each other in the car, things were wholly pretty awkward. This is what happens when you live in a relatively small city with a poly/kink community, I guess.

When we arrived, I noticed that several other girls had (predictably) picked up on the whole Britney Spears schoolgirl thing and were wearing similar outfits, including Lida. But, while I’d chosen to wear little oxfords, she’d opted for these absurdly tall heels that made her already tall frame sway and teeter whenever she walked.

I ended up sticking with Flint and Lida and one of their other partners I hadn’t met before at first, feeling a little shy and not really knowing a whole lot of people at the party. Flint was dressed like a teacher as well, down to a tweed jacket with patches on the elbows.

As an icebreaker, the hostess had us write two truths and a lie on an index card and then walk around, trading cards and trying to guess lies. While this was going on, The Librarian had started wandering around with a ruler and was playfully tapping people on the ass. Eventually, other people had joined in, hitting each other with everything from metal rulers to wooden spoons from the hosts’ kitchen.

“Wow, she’s out of control,” a guy joked to me, pointing to the Librarian as she was whaling the now bare-assed host (who’d been dressed like a lunch lady, and his partner as the headmistress/principal figure) with a ruler.

I smiled. “Yeah, that’s why I’ve been taking certain measures.” I gestured behind me. To protect myself, I’d been standing with my ass against the table with the refreshments.

The guy tapped the wooden spoon against his hand. “That’s cheating.”

I shrugged.

“Oh, do you want to hit her?” Flint asked, coming over and pulling me away from the table. He looped one arm around my waist, while he went to tug the back of my skirt up.

“Stop!” I squealed, my hands flailing behind me to try to catch the fabric of my skirt and tug it back down. Flint moved the arm around my waist up my back, forcing me to bend over. “Flint, you’re going to show everyone my-”

“Hey Ivy,” the hostess said. “Maybe your lie should’ve been ‘I’m wearing underwear.’”

I have to finish grading some of my students’ papers.

But instead I’m going to a munch first and having a stiff drink.

Because priorities.