Message-ID: <16931eli$9811061400@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16931.txt> From: JennieK@selin.com (Jennifer K.) Subject: ~ABPES/B/D "Punished Breasts" (Story) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <36298d98.299376673@news.friend.ly.net> "Punished Breasts" by Jennifer K. (JennieK@selin.com) (http://www.peopleofkink.com/punish) Yesterday T and I went down to the water to do the seafood thing. You can't take ten steps without knocking a tourist down but the best seafood will be out of season along with them soon. They say the salt air does things to a guy's libido (probably more like being locked away aboard ship without women all that time!) but I found out it turns a Mermaid's head around too. That's what T calls me, a Mermaid. It makes me smile because he looks at me in a certain way when he does. And I'm no tiny little thing either. Plus he uses it sometimes when he's making some part of my body absolutely scream, pushing me to feel alive, and it's just weird enough for me to like the weirdness. "Such a pretty Mermaid," and THWACK the crop comes down on my inner thigh right when the smile at the sweet name is starting on my face. So it was hard to judge him when I heard his voice at the outside table rise a little louder than the street noise down by the water. "Mermaids shouldn't tempt sailor-boys" he said, and I realized that he was watching, after all. The crisp white sailor suits are hard to avoid looking at, and they do keep those boys buff, you know? When I looked down at where T. was looking, I guess a little part of me was surrised to see that I'd let the peasant blouse slide more than I'd've guessed. Yeah, later on he did help me realize that I probably did know how likely it was to do that when I wore it outside my shoulder points. And yeah, he was right when he brought me to the point of admitting out loud that the camisole I'd worn would take advantage of that wide open top a lot. They plump when you cook them! But see before anyone thinks too much about the crop and the quirt coming down on the tip of those same breasts later on, you'd have to know what a good job T (and later on A., when she learned to trust how sincere he was in wanting my training to be good for ME) had done in making me respect myself more over the last year. A year ago I'd have NEEDED to put my damn'd chest out there in on the boardwalk just to have a decent day at all. I mean, it would have been my main event just making sure I got noticed and got a bunch of horndog guys to pretend they knew me just to stand next to me for half an hour and breath beer fumes into my hair. Yeah, I lost track of all of that for a while, when he released me from the X frame and I just knelt like a puppy at his feet, my nipples burning like you'd never believe, my pussy clenching on it's own around the quirt-strokes that had stopped, and him stroking my hair and all. He has this thing of running one finger around the outside of my earlobe in the same rhythm as he's reassuring me after a punishment, drumming it in with a sensation. Whoah. But you know a little while later, thinking back on how natural it'd been to forget my self-worth and slide into giving away what should be a treasure, as T. puts it, there was that real immediate reminder from the still-burning feel of my reddish breasts and nipples that wouldn't soften, and I don't know how the punishment could fit the crime any better than that. I didn't learn until later that T. had been in the Navy too, and that quirting off the clothes pins (like Indiana Jones, showing off with his whip!), right at the end, had been specifically for all the girls like I'd used to be, who'd sucked up HIS interest for the wrong reason back then, made HIM feel shitty for liking it when they traded their tits for reassurance. It was all pretty intense, and luckily T. has as much fun accepting my apology as I do offering it. :) Jennifer --- Jennifer Knoll JennieK@selin.com * Jennifer's Punishment Corner http://come.to/punish.me -OR- http://come.to/be.punished punish@peopleofkink.com * Creative Punishment Mailing List: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/punish Barely tamable, so you'll have to try hard! ;P~~ Very affectionate once tamed though. Bring your whip, a chair and Belgian chocolate! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>