So, a bit reluctantly, I decided pc and I needed to wrap up this month's chastity game a bit early.
But I didn't want to just yank the plug. It's been some long, hard, playless weeks for the both of us and I thought it was time for something fun.
It started with a game, a little bet based on an old story called "The Lady or the Tiger". In the story a man accused of a crime is put in an arena in the center of the city. At the end of the arena stand two doors. Behind one is a beautiful woman. Behind the other is a tiger. His trial is choosing between the doors, proving his guilt or innocence by whether he is wed or eaten.
Inspired by the story, I chose three pictures and had pc choose between them (without seeing them, of course):
(A)
(B)
(C)If he chose A, he'd get a spanking but then be free of chastity for the rest of December.
If he chose B, he'd get a spanking and stay chaste for the rest of the month.
If he chose C, he'd be free of chastity with no spanking.
He chose B, so I packed up and headed down to his office, bag of wicked silent implements in hand and an added evil surprise boiling in the back of my brain.
You see we had another little bet between us and I thought it was time we settled it.
He stood in front of me, face full of dread, while I undid his buckle and lowered his pants. Then I made him stand facing me as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. You see, he claimed that when about to be spanked he'd be far too nervous to even notice my state of undress, let alone be able to enjoy it. Unfortunately, the Pinocchio nose sticking out between his legs proved this a lie.
He bent over the chair in the center of the room. I crossed behind him, rattail in hand, and began whipping him slowly, striping his bottom from waist to thighs. The erection slowly melted away, shrinking a bit with each burning lash as he whimpered and wiggled.
Finally soft enough, he was at last in a proper state to continue. I sat down on the chair and put him across my knee. I spent several long moments painting the pale skin between his stripes bright red with my paintbrush whip. The whip stings a bit, but it's not particularly harsh.
Next came 20 quick licks with the heart of fire, just enough to let him know this was a "real" spanking even if I did deliver it topless. They came quick, in a random pattern that kept him guessing about where the next would land.
pc stood slowly, looking down ruefully at the implement while I rubbed a coat of lotion onto his bottom. He told me once again just how much he hated "that thing". But, I had something waiting he was going to hate even more.
I owed him a paddle swat from a mistake he'd made during the game. He asked to take it today, and after discussing it we concluded that one loud out of context sound wouldn't be too much of a tip off to others in the building so I agreed.
Unfortunately, my large school paddles didn't fit in the bag, so I had to bring the small pocket paddle I bought while little bunny was here visiting. This meant a swat on each cheek in quick succession rather than one across both at once, but it was the best we could do.
pc bent over and held his breath. I delivered the swats rapid fire, both done and paddle out of sight again before the pain of the first one really hit. He gasped and dropped down to the table top, panting and staring wide eyed from the shock of them.
But it was over. He had survived and now he just has this last dry week to make it through.
If he chose B, he'd get a spanking and stay chaste for the rest of the month.
If he chose C, he'd be free of chastity with no spanking.
He chose B, so I packed up and headed down to his office, bag of wicked silent implements in hand and an added evil surprise boiling in the back of my brain.
You see we had another little bet between us and I thought it was time we settled it.
He stood in front of me, face full of dread, while I undid his buckle and lowered his pants. Then I made him stand facing me as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. You see, he claimed that when about to be spanked he'd be far too nervous to even notice my state of undress, let alone be able to enjoy it. Unfortunately, the Pinocchio nose sticking out between his legs proved this a lie.
He bent over the chair in the center of the room. I crossed behind him, rattail in hand, and began whipping him slowly, striping his bottom from waist to thighs. The erection slowly melted away, shrinking a bit with each burning lash as he whimpered and wiggled.
Finally soft enough, he was at last in a proper state to continue. I sat down on the chair and put him across my knee. I spent several long moments painting the pale skin between his stripes bright red with my paintbrush whip. The whip stings a bit, but it's not particularly harsh.
Next came 20 quick licks with the heart of fire, just enough to let him know this was a "real" spanking even if I did deliver it topless. They came quick, in a random pattern that kept him guessing about where the next would land.
pc stood slowly, looking down ruefully at the implement while I rubbed a coat of lotion onto his bottom. He told me once again just how much he hated "that thing". But, I had something waiting he was going to hate even more.
I owed him a paddle swat from a mistake he'd made during the game. He asked to take it today, and after discussing it we concluded that one loud out of context sound wouldn't be too much of a tip off to others in the building so I agreed.
Unfortunately, my large school paddles didn't fit in the bag, so I had to bring the small pocket paddle I bought while little bunny was here visiting. This meant a swat on each cheek in quick succession rather than one across both at once, but it was the best we could do.
pc bent over and held his breath. I delivered the swats rapid fire, both done and paddle out of sight again before the pain of the first one really hit. He gasped and dropped down to the table top, panting and staring wide eyed from the shock of them.
But it was over. He had survived and now he just has this last dry week to make it through.
