OTHER TIMES WITH MISS BESS
I did date of course but never contemplated intercourse with any of them. Miss
Bess did inform me that the boys I was dating would not want to engage in anal
intercourse as they wouldn't understand and that unless she gave me permission
oral was not allowed.
I guess I was known in high school as miss goody goody but that didn't bother
me. I competed in competitive swimming, track and golf and generally enjoyed my
school days. Only once did I get into a bit of a bind. I was on a date and it
got a bit further then I had intended with kissing and all. He had managed to
get his hand under my dress and finding I was wearing a garter and stockings
instead of panty hose he quickly took advantage of the situation to start
groping my pussy.
He was a bit rough, not on purpose but through ineptitude so he was not arousing
me a great deal. On the other hand HE was aroused and had put my hand on his
crotch so I could feel "his thing" as he called it.
Well he was hard and he was asking for me to touch him and trying to get inside
my panties with his fingers. I had these wild thoughts of putting his penis
inside me and putting an end to this virgin thing of Miss Bess's but a cold fear
of what she would do stopped me and I'd NEVER convince her that he was that
"special person". He was getting a bit out of hand so I had to think of
something.
I got his pants open and his penis out, which was only about 5 inches, and
quickly lowered my head to it. I started softly licking the head, tasting the
sticky pre cum leaking out of it. I didn't have a warm towel but figured this
wasn't "business" so I licked down the shaft, then up the underside when he
erupted in a white gush of cum that splattered his shirt. I took his now soft
penis in my mouth and sucked out the last of his cum, licking up the mess on his
cock.
He was as red as a cherry and I kept my head down so he couldn't see me smiling
at what had happened. He quickly got his thing put away and he took me straight
home with neither of us speaking to each other. He never asked me out again and
seemed to try to keep his distance from me, thank god it was my senior year so I
didn't have to see him for very long in the halls at school.
I knelt in front of Miss Bess and confessed what had happened. She was upset
but not as angry as I thought she'd be. She was understanding of the situation
and even laughed at the boys inability to sustain himself. My punishment was
actually light and consisted of cold showers for the weekend I stayed with her.
Miss Bess really became angry only once during my time with her. I was spanked
with both hand and belt made to stand naked in a corner but the spankings
weren't generally that hard and I found the feeling of being punished actually
pleasurable and it generally sent a nice tingling feeling radiating up inside
me. What was really punishment was that I had failed to please Miss Bess, I
would rather be punished then not please her. Only once did I really get
punished in anger for something.
That was when Miss Bess and two of her friends were at her house enjoying
themselves and me. When people think of children being molested it is generally
by men, but women do in fact practice it. One of her friends wanted me to lick
her ass and stick my tongue inside her, which wasn't the problem. I had been
taught to do this and didn't mind it but the fact that she had a large ass that
was quite hairy and she wasn't particulary fastidious regarding personal
hygiene.
I balked at it and if I would have quietly told Miss Bess the reason why I'm
sure I would have been allowed to clean her with a damp cloth. But at 15 and
being actually bored trying to get this overweight housewife, with the hairiest
pussy and ass crack I'd ever seen, off so they would leave I could do something
much more fun I simply told her to "learn to wipe your ass properly and I will"
in a loud contemptuous voice.
Miss Bess was furious, she moved faster then I could have ever suspected and
grabbed my pony tail, pulling me over on my back and literally dragging me over
to an empty chair. I was screaming and trying to roll away and the truth be
known I was big enough and in good enough shape to have probably been able to
physically protect myself though I was not mentally prepared to do so.
I was yanked to my knees with quite a bit of my weight being held by my hair and
she slapped me hard across my face several times, which would have knocked me
down if I wasn't being held up by my hair. The pain from the slapping and the
shock of it since she had never done it before was bad enough but the look on
Miss Bess's face would have frozen water.
"You fucking ungrateful bitch", she spat at me holding my face just inches from
hers as she shook me by my hair. "You insult my friends after all the things I
have done for you".
By this time I was crying and struggling to pull away and protect my face and
trying to apologize all at the same time. The pain from my scalp was horrendous
and my face felt like hot water had been thrown on it and tears and snot were
running down my face.
I was thrown onto my back and Miss Bess stood over me, panting and trying to
control her anger as best she could but her face showed an anger that I felt
would melt my soul. I laid there and curled into a fetal position, covering my
face and crying and gulping for air. I heard the other ladies voices but was
too shocked to be able to comprehend much of what they were saying but the gist
of it was that I wasn't very well trained.
I was ordered up from the floor and when I wasn't as quick to move as expected I
was kicked hard in the stomach by the women I had offended. The two women
pulled me to my feet and held me up as I was trying to catch my breath, holding
my arms behind me and pulling my red tear stained face up to meet Miss Bess's
icy stare.
She grabbed my by the throat and holding me firmly put her face inches from
mine, "your going to regret humiliating me in front of my friends you little
cunt", and with that she spit into my face and told the women to bring me to the
dining room.
Without much talking I was tied face down across the dining room table, legs
spread wide and my ankles and wrists encircled with leather cuffs. The cuffs
were then secured to the table legs with rope leaving me laying across the table
with my arms and legs held tightly and my pubic bone resting against the edge of
the table.
With that done each friend was allowed to give me twenty strokes with a belt
across my ass, back and thighs, with each stroke I was to thank them and beg to
be allowed to lick there ass holes. I was crying out for them to please stop,
that I would do anything they wanted me to do.
The two of them took there sweet time to give me the forty total strokes, it
wasn't a wap wap wap, but smack and a long wait before the next one. I bucked
pulled at my bonds and was desperate to ease the strain on my shoulders and
hips. Each stroke brought a searing pain to my body that seemed to run right up
to my brain. It felt like fire each time the belt landed on my unprotected
flesh.
Sometimes they would land one exactly in the same spot which, would magnify the
pain from the first one, other times it would be my ass then back so I never
knew where the belt would land. Several of the strokes landed on the inside of
my thighs and caught my outer lips and there were even some aimed at my
defenseless pussy which caused me to scream out but mostly I grunted and groaned
between each stroke praying they would finish up as I tried to thank them
properly after each stroke.
When they were done Miss Bess had them spread my ass cheeks painfully apart and
using a small leather whip painfully and expertly used it on the tender area
between my cheeks, making sure that she worked the whip down the passage and
landing many of them directly on my sensitive and now burning ass hole and
pussy. I'm not sure how many times she did this but I was thrashing around and
crying and begging her to stop. Begging to be allowed to satisfy them in any
imaginable way I could.
Finally her angered abated, I was left on the table for several hours and when I
was released I slumped to the floor and tried to massage my tender hot ass. I
was ordered to my knees, then very dutifully begged to be allowed to clean the
persons wonderful crack and shit hole. As they watched I knelt down between
those two huge white cheeks, spread them apart and looked at her hairy ass crack
and dark brown hole. I then proceeded to give her the tonguing of my life,
making sure I licking her hairy butt hole, sticking my tongue as deep inside as
I could and tasting her shit and sucking and licked between her cheeks and all
over her rancid cunt. I gagged on the taste but spent at least forty five
minutes at my chore while she grunted and came covering my face with her sticky
mucus.
When they left Miss Bess had me shower in cold water which seemed to sooth the
pain in my back but my muscles still felt sore from being tied up and my tongue
and jaw were quite sore from my oral activity.
She took me to her room and laid me face down on her bed and used some cream to
cover my ass back and between my cheeks. I winced at her hands touching me but
the cool cream felt good after awhile. Miss Bess talked to me in her soft voice
assuring me that she loved me and that what I had done was not proper conduct
for a young lady in my position. I apologized between sobs and told her how
sorry I was that I had humiliated her in front of her friends.
That night she had me stay in her bed and held me close to her kissing my neck
softly and even though my pussy was sore she gently rubbed cream on it and I had
several small orgasms. I would have thought my back was scarred for life but
the next day most of the redness was gone and there were only some very thin
lines where the edge or tip of the belt left a mark. My butt hole was still
sore the next day and my pussy were red and swollen a bit but that also went
away and within three days there wasn't much left to show for what I had went
through.
