As You Awoke, Your Brain Was Foggy. The Accompanying Splitting Headache Was The Least Of Concerns As

As you awoke, your brain was foggy. The accompanying splitting headache was the least of concerns as you felt a crushing weight on your chest.

I dare say the well wrapped tape gag you were enduring didn’t help in your desire to breathe. As you tried to focus through cloudy eyes, the shimmer of red was all you could see. You looked up and saw Miss Hall, the demure teacher from your son’s school staring down at you, her expression cold as ice.

The last time you were in each other’s company was at the parent’s evening. A difference of opinion turned into a blazing row about your boy’s less than ideal behaviour. Miss Hall was laying the blame at your feet while you passionately defended yourself. The confrontation was quite a spectacle until you ended it by criticising her educational ability and called her out on her flirting with you earlier in the year. Humiliated, she stormed out of the school and you turned to the headteacher and carried on your tirade.

On the following weekend, you saw Miss Hall in the local coffee shop and you apologised for your actions. She was calm and said she understood your point of view, but the accusations of her conduct earned her a suspension and possibly more. You felt wretched and promised to go to the headteacher and take it all back, pleading her case. Miss Hall smiled, her serious and studious look softer once she took those glasses off. She was actually very pretty and those pale blue eyes hinted at something a little more as you flirted gently with each other…..

The afternoon turned into evening as you spent more time in her company, before the unexpected invitation to her house for a few drinks. And this is where we pick up the tale. Having changed into something more appropriate, Miss Hall’s leather thighs are resting on your sternum, her hot pussy inches from your well packed and taped mouth.

Her persona of concerned educator has now been replaced by a vengeful bitch who’s going to make you suffer, before you beg the headteacher to lift the suspension. You should relax, she’ll make sure you leave relatively unscathed….besides, what’s better than a sexy girl repeatedly rubbing her leather crotch over your face?

Just take a breath if you can.

Into (and Out of) the Woods

Okay, I have wine and a tale to tell and I am in the mood for a little writing.

p took his cropping quite stoically. I know I hurt him because he was shaking a little by the end; he also had to stuff tissues down his pants as his bum was bleeding a bit and it would have seeped through to his jeans! Nevertheless, he didn't make a fuss and he sounded sincere enough when he thanked me.

I stuck to my decision not to give him any cuddles and took him into the woods near my place to press his buttons and test his submissiveness. I sought out a little space where we were unlikely to be disturbed by families out on their Sunday walk and when I thought I'd found it, I made him kneel in front of me.

I removed his glasses and made him put his face down on the muddy earth, then I put my boot on the back of his head and ground his face into the mud. It was deliciously satisfying and I enhanced the effect by giving him a good bit of abuse while he was down there; telling him what a piece of shit he is, that sort of thing.

I pulled him up by his hair and took a good look at him. He looked like the world's worst soldier in really crap camouflage. I wanted to smile but turned it into a sneer. I told him he was pathetic and spat in his face; not just once, but over and over, then pushed him back down and ground his face in the mud again.

I felt no resistance at all. He just let me do it, as though he believed he deserved whatever I felt like doing to him. In his eyes, there was just resignation and obedience. I got him to repeat back the horrible things I was saying to him and his voice didn't even waver; he just did it. I had him say repeatedly that he was "just a slave".

I told him to lick the toes of my boots and he fell upon them with gusto, like he was trying to impress me with how energetically he could obey. 'Let's see how long he can keep that up', I thought, and sat down on a tree stump while he continued lapping. Eventually, I tried him on the rest of the boot, including the muddy sole.

I couldn't really fault him - though I continued to abuse him mercilessly anyway. Eventually, we heard the sound of children shouting through the trees and I decided it was time to go. p meekly rose and walked along with me in silence, as if ready for anything else I wanted to do to him.

When we got back, he cleaned himself up and finished his chores as normal. He cooked me dinner and I made him eat his from a bowl at my feet, duly blessed with more of my saliva and covered in liberal helpings of salt, pepper and tabasco sauce for flavouring. I even had him lick the bowl clean and he did it without a word.

In the last half hour, I told him his punishment would be lifted when he got home. He clearly wanted to throw himself at my feet in gratitude, but he couldn't as I'd told him not to move. He did his best to keep his sh*t together, but tears still slid down his cheeks and he trembled as he thanked me.

I dismissed him as coldly as I could, telling him to let himself out. I think my coldness toward him is the hardest thing for him to cope with, but he handled it well. I think the time has come now to put the poor guy out of his misery. I will ring him in a minute to check he got home safely and that he's okay. He'll be so happy to know that I care.

N x

[As is often the case, I was unable to find pics that accurately represented the events recounted - I wasn't crawling naked, N wasn't dressed like that and she didn't make me eat any grass - but hopefully they give a 'flavour'. I've included a pic below which gives a better idea of how N was dressed for our outing (add sunglasses).

I think the first two pics (second with c*ck edited out to pass the censor) were from a Russian site whose name escapes me; the third is obviously from a Princess Brook film. p]