Boy in the Attic Part 6
They had to be freshly cut to better utilize the flexible, whip-like property.
Reaching over, she selected a switch from the vase and brought it down on her bare thigh. A soft moan escaped her lips upon the sound and feel of impact. Using her toes, she tilled the mirror downward until the gapped pinkness of her vagina reflected up at her; a little trickle of arousal fluid had begun trailing down through the blond curls of pubic hair to the pink rosebud of her anus before suspending down between her cheeks onto the towel below.
She brought the switch down across her thighs a second time, a little harder, just enough to sting but not enough to raise welts like when her aunt and uncle used to switch her across the backside and the back of her thighs.
Once the stage was set, she pushed the tip of the vibrator against her pelvis bone just above the clitoris, so hard she felt the vibrations throughout her body; her eyes closed as she focused inwardly to bring her fantasy to life, up in her old room in the Attic the young football captain would be waiting for her, listening for the sound of her footsteps on stairs just as she had left him on her last visit, suspended naked from the ridge beam.
In her mind, she saw his body tense as she entered the room; his eyes widened when he saw the vase of switches in her hand. He was a well-endowed young man, and it hung down between well-developed masculine thighs. Maturity had come so quickly that there were faint stretch marks at the top of each thigh where they tapered into his abdomen. Her whole body trembled with excitement, and a trickle of fluid on her thigh testified to her state of sexual arousal.
Setting the switches down, she tried to calm herself and control her breathing so she could speak, but her voice came out broken and stammered as she explained what was expected. He had to “Hold his Semen,” if he disobeyed, what would his punishment be to correct his behavior? She knew he already knew, but it was part of the ritual she had heard many times before as she dropped her panties and bent over the back of her aunt's chair.
Moving in close, she bent forward and took each of his nipples between her lips; her hands reached down and fondled between his legs, cupping his testicles in the palm of her hand as she lightly stroked his limp penis into simi erection with the other. She smiled inwardly as his nipples stiffened in her mouth before brushing her lips up the side of his neck and nibbling his earlobe as she whispered, “You know what happened last time when you didn't behave.” He gave a slight moan in reply as her lips worked their way down over his stomach. The downy hair on his lower abdomen tickled her lips, and the smell of his manhood caused her nose to wrinkle.
She watched in fascination how his rib cage expanded as she circled the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue as her fingertips feather danced over his testicles. She knew it wouldn’t take long as she reached up and tweaked his nipples gently and took the head of his cock into the warmth of her mouth. Her inexperience caused small nursing sounds; his cock almost doubled in size and was sticking up at a sharp angle from his muscular abs. It was all over quickly; she didn't like the salty taste of the semen that flooded her mouth before she could pull away, and it triggered the gag reflex in her throat and protected her lungs.
Gasping for air, she watched in fascination as her hand moved back and forth, milking every last drop, feeling his cock pulsation as it jerked and spurted semen on her small breast. Reaching up, she wiped his cum from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand as she continued to suck air into her lungs. She never really liked that part, but it gave credibility to why punishment and discipline were needed.
Her eyes narrowed as she stood up and sternly glared at him. “Now look at what you've done.” “You know the rules!” She said in the plural, as her aunt used to say, “For your own good, we can't let this go undisciplined.” Her whole body tingled with excitement as she reached down and selected a switch, her tongue wetting her lips. The blank look in her eyes resembled a cat with a mouse under its paw.
She had always been on the receiving end and knew all too well the most effective way to use a switch. She remembered the time when she had thrown an eraser at her teacher, and the principal paddled her butt. When she got home, her uncle was waiting with a switch in hand. He had her bend over the sofa with her panties around her ankles and her bare bottom in the air. He explained that although he was impressed with the job the principal had done. He felt it was his obligation to contribute further discipline as he was determined to get her behavior back in line.
She went right to work just as her uncle had done to her, starting at the very top of his butt; she placed each stroke an inch lower than the previous. Unlike with the paddle, which was limited to just the bottom, she did not stop at his thighs. She kept going down to just above his knees, then reversed and filled in the blanks on the way back up. Suspended from the ridge beam, his feet barely touching the floor, his body twisted and turned with each stroke, and he begged forgiveness.
Which only excited and aroused her more as she bent to the task. Each red welt triggered neurotransmitters in her brain that communicated with every erotic nerve ending through her body, bringing her closer to orgasm. She wasn't sure when it began; she was on her third switch, and the white flesh on the back of his muscular buttocks and thighs was a solid mass of welts; she went into orgasm.
Her body stiffened out in her chair, a foot kicking the mirror as her legs jerked and twitched. Moaning loudly, she shoveled the entire length of the vibrator into her vagina, brought her knees up, clamped her thighs tightly around it to keep it in her, and used both hands to squeeze her nipples, moaning loudly, the pain heightening her orgasm. It only lasted a few seconds, but it seemed to go on forever as the muscles tightened her thighs, with each pinch of her nipples triggering a fresh supply of dopamine to surge through her body.
It took a few minutes to recover and become aware of her surroundings afterward. Her eyes were still glazed as she removed the 7-inch vibrator from her vagina. Sighing with satisfaction, bathing in the afterglow of orgasm, she slowly stood up with a smile wrinkling the corners of her mouth.
Within minutes, it was all forgotten, and she quickly went about restoring order. She tossed the damp towel, which bore signs of her passion, into the washer on her way to a hot shower. Afterward, she slipped into her flannel PJs, let the cat in, and curled up on the couch with her before-bedtime cup of hot chocolate. She breathed another sigh of contentment as the cat jumped up on the sofa beside her, started purring, and reached for her new book, “Discipline Desired.”
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