Life of Angela Ch. 03

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Alfamann
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I desperately waited for another twenty agonising minutes until I heard her stirring. Quickly I knocked on her door, my legs crossed to ensure I didn't accidentally wet myself.

When I heard no response, I desperately yelled though the closed door, "Bridget, please can I pee. I need to go real bad."

"Are you naked?" was her response. "Yes," I responded in desperation, thankful that I had elected not to wear my pyjamas.

"Well, yes you can pee," was her response and it was music to my ears as I dashed to the toilet, promising myself never to go asleep again with a full bladder.

After using the toilet, remembering to leave the door open, I was going to jump in the shower but thought I had better ask for permission again. So hesitantly I knocked on her door again. This time Bridget opened her door, attired in a long tee shirt that she wore for sleeping. It teasingly came to just below her pubic region, and I couldn't help but briefly fantasise as to whether she was wearing knickers or not. I was almost oblivious to the fact I was totally naked.

Bridget obviously noticed me staring. "Can I help you or have you come for a look?"

I felt like an idiot. "Can I shower, please," I requested bashfully, still very much ill at ease having to ask permission to do every day tasks.

Bridget gave her blessing, accompanied by a grin. She was very much enjoying her new found control over me, and even though I was not getting the same satisfaction, I was at least thankful it seemed to be taking her mind off Darren.

During the day in classes I found it hard to keep focused, my mind wandering back over the previous night. I couldn't help but wonder what might be in store for me this evening. When classes finished I went to the library and tried to finish an assignment but gave up after a fruitless hour as I couldn't concentrate. When I got back to our bedroom and bathroom unit at the boarding house I found Bridget was not home yet. After closing the door to our unit I quickly began to undress. Already my heart was pounding ruthlessly in my chest, as I felt the intoxicating mix of dread and excitement rushing through my veins. Soon I was naked apart from my knee high socks and shoes.

Sitting down at my small desk, I switched on my laptop and waited for my emails to download. There was a message from my twin brother Steve, but the one that made me gulp was from Bridget. I desperately wanted to read it, but her specific instructions were not to do so until I had finished my study for the evening. Forcing myself to ignore her email, I quickly read the message from Steve and responded. He was going on a sporting trip with his college team in 3 weeks time and was going to be playing in our city, and therefore wanted to catch up with me. I made a commitment to catch up, and said I would definitely come and watch him playing.

Forty minutes later I had managed to struggle through the school work I needed to complete for the next day. Nervously I opened Bridget's email:

'Hi Angela I trust you had a fruitful day and worked so hard to keep top of the class!! Since you are now reading this email I know you are naked and have finished your studies. I will be home a little after 5.30pm. When I get home you are going to get twenty spanks before dinner. I want you to find something suitable for me to spank you with. Something that is going to hurt more than my hand. When you have found something I want you to be waiting at the door, in the doggie position, holding the spanking implement in your mouth. C u darlin'

I shuddered as I read the email through a second time. Bridget had underlined key words to reinforce her message, which only served to reinforce my dread. I looked at the clock and realised it was already 5.25pm. I panicked as I realised Bridget could be home any minute. I tried to think rationally about what I could find as a suitable spanking implement. Again I shuddered at the thought of the spanking I was going to receive.

Quickly I searched through my wardrobe and found a wooden coat hanger, but it seemed far too fearsome. I settled for a wide leather belt, which still looked as if it would hurt like hell but I had no more time to keep searching. Hastily I made my way to the front door of our dual bedroom unit and crouched down on all fours, and arched my back as instructed, pushing my buttocks upwards. I placed the belt in my mouth and closed my teeth to hold it in place.

It was already 5.30pm and the minutes continued to slowly click by. My back began to ache because of the way I had arched it, plus my saliva was beginning to dribble out the corner of my mouth. I desperately wanted to sit up and take a break from my doggie position, but found I was totally fixated on doing exactly as Bridget had requested. I would have been mortified if she had opened the door and caught me sitting up and not doing as she requested.

Finally I heard the key in door and I suddenly forgot my pain, arching my back even further like an obedient puppy. When Bridget entered she quickly closed the door, before giving me a smile that made my heart melt. She reached down and rubbed her hands through my hair, and it felt wonderful. She took a tissue out of her pocket and wiped the saliva away from the sides of the mouth, before removing the belt from between my teeth. She doubled the belt over and then did a practice swing onto the palm of her other hand, and seemed content it would do the job.

"Shall we get it over with now?" Bridget smiled.

There was no way I wanted to be spanked, but a guessed if I have to endure it I might as well get it over with now rather than waiting in dread.

I nodded my head.

"Good, follow me into my bedroom."

I went to stand up.

"You are a doggie. Follow me on all fours."

Obediently I crawled behind Bridget into her room.

"Get up on my bed and assume the doggie position again," she directed. "That way I can get a better swing at you." Reluctantly I did as requested, thrusting my buttocks out. The pain from my belt was worse than the hand spank I had received yesterday. Twenty well aimed blows landed on my poor buttocks. I wanted to scream out loud but was conscious of being heard by the other girls that lived on our floor. I gritted my teeth and tried to repress the groans of pain as they rushed from my throat as each new blow landed on my backside.

By the time I had received the twenty spanks tears were rolling down my cheeks and my nose was running. Bridget placed the belt down and taking a tissue from the box beside her bed she wiped my nose and the tears. She then gently kissed me on my cheek.

"Good girl," she whispered gently, "You have taken your punishment well. Now go and get dressed for dinner."

Her positive comments made me glow despite my buttocks being on fire. Gingerly I climbed down from her bed and went to my bedroom to dress for dinner, which was on the ground floor in the dining room where all the girls went to eat.

When we got down to the dining room I went and sat with the small group girls of girls who I was friendly with. I never sat with Bridget or her friends, as they were considered glamorous and above us mere mortals. Especially as I was considered somewhat of a misfit, which was made worse because I was successful academically and also excelled at athletics. As I sat down with my fellow misfits I could not help but wince as my tender buttocks got squashed on the hard wooden chair.

Emma, who was probably my closest friend, even though I knew little about her, enquired if I was okay and I made a weak excuse about period pains and they all nodded in sympathy. If they only knew the real truth.

After the meal was finished I returned to our rooms to find Bridget already there, lying on her bed with her laptop. I quickly undressed again, and as I passed the mirror I sneaked a quick glance at my buttocks. Even though they were still pink they did not look as bad as I had expected. I did not feel like sitting so I lay on my bed and started reading the novel I was part way through. Even the simple act of reading, something I love to do, was proving difficult as my mind kept wandering to the spankings and humiliation I had endured. Just the thought of it was playing havoc with my hormones and I could feel a warmth radiating through me. Lying on my bed stark naked was not helping.

As if sensing my turmoil, Bridget called out to me from her room next door. I stood awkwardly at her doorway.

"I want you to lie on my bed in your diaper position while I use the bathroom and get ready for bed."

Without further prompting I climbed onto her bed, lay on back, opened my knees wide and then pulled them up close to my chest. I felt so degraded and exposed, but being like that in front of Bridget somehow made it seem not quite so bad.

I lay in the diaper position for almost fifteen minutes before Bridget returned from the bathroom, and for the whole time my nipples remained rock hard and the warmth continued. She sat down and briefly checked her laptop, acting as if having a naked girl exposing herself on her bed was the most natural thing in the world.

Finally she stood up and slowly began to remove her school uniform in that seductive manner that females can do when they are confident about their beauty. My gaze was locked on her, as she removed her clothing until she was only wearing her panties and knickers.

As she stood beside me in her underwear, combing her long blond hair, I was conscious that my labia were swelling and peeling open, forced apart by my wide open knees. Almost unconsciously I forced my knees even wider apart, as if I was trying to reinforce to Bridget my subservience and the pleasure it was giving me at that moment.

Incredibly Bridget reached behind her and removed her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free. Even though they were not as big as I had fantasized, they were certainly bigger than mine and to me seemed perfect, not that I was any expert on women's breasts. Clad only in her knickers she sat down on the bed beside me, so close I could feel the warmth of her body.

She smiled. "Would you like to touch yourself while I sit beside you on the bed?"

My first reaction was one of total shock. Yes, I was undeniable sexually excited. One look at my nipples and pussy revealed that amply. But touching myself! Yes, I have masturbated many times in the privacy of my bed, but could never contemplate doing it in front of someone else. But then, Bridget was not someone else, and the current predicament I was in was so far removed from anything I had ever experienced before.

Despite incredible initial reservations I found myself nodding slowly to Bridget, whose smile seemed to give me courage.

"Have you got something you want to ask my permission for?" she asked mischievously.

I swallowed. "Please Bridget, can I have your permission to play with myself." The request made me go beet red.

"Of course you can, sweety. Would you like me to play with those rock hard nipples of yours while you play with yourself down below?"

"Oh, yes please," I swooned, flushed with incredible excitement about the thought that Bridget would even want to consider touching my nipples.

"Do you think you can bring yourself to orgasm for me? I have never seen another girl bring herself off."

"I will try," I stuttered. In truth I was not good at bringing myself to orgasm when I masturbated, but then I had never been in a situation like this before.

Being sure to keep my legs wide apart, I placed my hand between my legs and was instantly amazed at how wet and swollen I was. I had never known myself to be so lubricated. Not even when Darren fucked me. Initially I was shy and hesitant about stroking my pussy, but then I felt Bridget's fingers gently squeeze my nipples and this gave me the courage to slowly run my finger up my labia.

After stroking my labia several times my fingers ventured in and I found my swollen clitoris. It was like a lightning bolt of pleasure, and I was aroused beyond belief. With Bridget squeezing and pulling my nipples, and my fingers flicking my clitoris back and forth I was in seventh heaven. In no time at all I could feel spasms of pleasure rippling through my lower body and at that point I knew I had nothing to worry about reaching the orgasm Bridget wanted to see. While I continued to tease my clit I drove the fingers of my other hand deep into my very wet vagina. The orgasm hit me like a double decker bus and I went rigid with ecstasy.

When I finally managed to open my eyes Bridget was still sitting beside me, gently stroking my hair.

"That was just beautiful, my little darling," she whispered. "Now off to bed you go as we have to be up early in the morning for the college trip to the prehistoric caves."

I didn't want it to end so quickly but knew she was right. With some effort I stood up and went leave the room, before stopping and turning back to Bridget.

"Thank you for being so wonderful to me. And I know I deserve to be punished and I will try not to complain too much. But it does hurt ever so much."

"It is meant to hurt, you know. Otherwise it wouldn't be a proper punishment would it?"

"No, I guess not," I pouted. "Oh, and can I please have your permission to use the bathroom. I need to pee and I think I might need a shower," I blushed.

"Certainly pet."

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PancakemixPancakemixover 5 years ago
Re-reading again

Love coming back to this story

AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago
Welcome back--

I have truly missed your stories

starovastarovaabout 13 years ago
Crime and punishment

Bridget made the most of her opportunity to get even with Angela. Her humiliation was complete. I thought it was excessive, but that's what these stories are about.

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