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 Archive name: season11.txt (ff, teens)
 Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
 Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 11 of 13


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 Copyright © 1996 Linda B. -  This story is written for
 adults and involves a consensual relationship between
 two older teen girls. If you are a teenager, we as
 adults don't think that you should read this even
 though you are sexually mature and probably have much
 more sexual desire than we do, but we are merely
 jealous of your sexual virility. Please leave us alone
 to *fantasize* about being your age once again. I'm
 sorry but you'll have to wait until you're at least 18
 before you can have your own fantasies. Preferably you
 should wait until you're at least 30 or older, that way
 you can really have something to fantasize about: your
 very own teenage years! 

 I would appreciate any *positive* feedback about this
 story, including your feelings as you read the story.
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 The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 11
 by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)



 I often used my mother's absence as an opportunity to
 browse through her latest "reading material". It wasn't
 long after Jenny arrived, that we found ourselves
 sprawled out on my bed amidst a vast array of sexy
 magazines and catalogs. 

 Because there hadn't been enough time to sort through
 them, I ended up with some pretty heavy duty stuff. 

 Jenny dug up one that was buried at the bottom called
 "Submissively Yours: Adult Toys Catalog for the Women
 who needs to be put in her place." Mmmmmm! I thought,
 *playing* could take on a whole new meaning with some
 of *those* toys! 

 "Lookie hear!" She gushed, pointing to some pushup
 bras with "optional" nipple clamps, similar in many
 respects to the ones I fantasized about. Then she held
 the catalog away from me so I couldn't see it. "OOOH-
 OOOH they have a *leash* that you can attach...no way!
 A *vibrating* leash! 

 "Get out of town," I snickered, grabbing at the
 catalog, trying to pry it away from her. 

 By then she was giggling out of control, rolling
 around on the bed while fighting off my attempts to
 wrestle that thing away from her. Vibrating leash all
 right! We'd see about that! But the mere *thought* of
 such a device was enough to send tingly sensations
 spreading out all over me. In any case, one thing was
 certain. I wanted one and I wanted it *now*! 

 "What *other* goodies do they have? Let me see."
 Hoping my new approach would get her to hand over the
 catalog. No way! 

 "It's mine," she teased, waving it just in front of
 my face. "*I* had it first! Oh I bet you've never seen
 one of *these*." 

 Of course I hadn't! Not with *her* hogging the darn
 thing! 

 "What is it? Come on tell me." 

 "A choker, I mean a *collar*, that's what it really
 is. MMMMMMM, *so* submissive in this thing and I'm not
 even wearing it...yet! It says here it's guaranteed to
 bring out the "weak and helpless" in *every* woman. I
 could imagine it would, with that little miniature
 *padlock* dangling out in the open like that. And it's
 loaded with *darling* little d-rings. 'One size
 *forces* all'! 

 D-rings? What were those, I wondered. I was instructed
 that they were for *attaching* various things. Things
 like leashes. Oh, *those* kinds of things. 

 Eventually I managed to wrestle the magazine away her
 for more than five seconds. Just long enough to get a
 look at the previously discussed hardware. In reality
 the leash did not exactly vibrate, but delivered a mild
 electrical stimulation, according to the advertisement.
 I could feel the electricity flowing into my nipples
 already, and we hadn't even hooked it up yet! 

 The ad went on to say how the "corrections" could be
 administered by a control on the end of the leash and
 how it was an effective "tool" for training. 

 "Oh look Jenny, it says that these are good for...
 for...training?" Acting like I had absolutely no idea
 what in the world they were talking about. Yeah, right!
 I knew all about *slave* training, to be precise. 

 Jenny answered with a restrained smirk. "I *think* I
 know what they mean. We played something like that at
 a party I went to last year." 

 Two questions. She did what?! And why wasn't I invited?
 Wait a minute here, I thought. She was obviously trying
 to get me going again so I played along with her little
 party game. 

 "So...How *do* you play that game anyway?" 

 "Well, each person finds a partner. It works best with
 couples, you know, boyfriend and girlfriend." 

 "Sounds *fun* already!" I blushed. 

 She went on to tell me how one person would be the
 train-er, and the other the train-ee. Then some cards
 with different "activities" were passed around. When
 I asked her what the cards said, that little stinker
 told me she couldn't remember! Now where's that
 electric leash? 

 One of my favorite items in the catalog was the "soft"
 rope for "all your basic bondage needs." According to
 the ad, it takes the rope burn out of struggling. It
 went on to say that there's nothing quite like a good
 struggle, just to let you know you're not *about* to
 get away. An ever-present reminder that someone *else*
 is in charge. And, of course, a good rope should be
 gentle, but *very* firm! 

 We looked at each other when we saw the order form in
 the back, neither knowing exactly what to say. Should
 we order something? And if so, what? Wait a minute,
 HOW?! Mom would freak out if she found out that...
 Hold on here, Isn't *she* the one who had it in the
 first place? Why should *I* feel guilty? 

 "Ummmmmmm...I need your exact street address, Jenny." 

 "No...uh...I think yours would be better! My dad's a
 cop, he'd probably arrest us or something." 

 "Yeah," I added, "And then he would have to thoroughly
 test the *evidence*!" 

 Jenny's face changed to serious. "You should hear him
 go on about all this pornography and *drugs*, Oh, he
 has this thing about drugs. He's on a crusade to rid
 the world of them." 

 I agreed that whatever we ordered should be delivered
 to my house. As long as my name was on the package, it
 would probably be all right, though I ended up leaving
 very specific instructions on a note attached to the
 order form. There was to be *absolutely* no return
 address on the package, which would require no less
 than *two* layers of packaging tape. Yet, still I felt
 uneasy about the whole thing. Mom did, after all, have
 her "nosey" side. 

 Jenny was already busy, anxiously filling in the
 blanks. 

 "What have you got here?" I asked. "Come on now. Let's
 not be bashful!" After some token resistance, she was
 persuaded to show me. 
 
 "Oooooh! I like this! You getting a...a *strap-on*
 vibrator! Let me read about this." I cuddled up next
 to her and proceeded. "'Butterfly strap-on vibrator...
 In fact...*the only* strap on with wireless remote
 control?!' No way! 'Has the the range of a garage
 door opener?  And three times the fun'?!" Jenny's
 blushing face was now covered with her hands, but I'm
 sure she could still hear me. "Look Jenny! It says
 right here that it's *great* for those long walks on
 the beach! I hope you ordered two!" 

 And speaking of ordering, there were a few items on
 *my* shopping list as well. Like for instance, some
 of that "soft" rope, maybe a hundred or so feet. And
 I just *adored* the back velvet choker, you know, the
 one with miniature padlock? But for the next part,
 some advice was needed. 

 "Oh Jennnnn...eeeeee! Jenny sweetie!" She shook her
 head, giggling through a veil of fingers. "Jenny, I
 need to know which *nipple* clamps you think would
 be the best. I don't want anything with *teeth*, like
 these ones here." I pointed at the picture, not that
 she was *even* paying attention!

 The ones called "vice-grips" didn't sound too
 appealing either. Then I found them. "Comfort clamps".
 Just like the soft rope, they claimed to be the
 comfortable solution for restraining problems. 

 It was no surprise at all to me when I noticed how
 *wet* things had been getting under my panties, but
 the thought of having to wait for the "goodies" to
 arrive was depressing. Even more depressing was how
 I felt about myself and my appearance.

 Sitting down at my dresser, I examined my face. Then
 Jenny's appeared with that contagious smile of hers
 as she walked over. She motioned for me to get up
 from the chair. Before I even knew what was happening,
 she was sitting in the chair pulling me down onto her
 lap, holding me tightly against her body. Things were
 getting more exciting by the second as I contemplated
 my fate. 

 Jenny winked at me in the mirror. "I just want you
 to know that I saw that *carrot* of yours on the
 floor. Have you been a *naughty* girl? Tell the truth
 now." 

 Shock waves went through my body as I wondered how
 anyone could be foolish enough to leave such
 incriminating evidence out it the open like that? Or
 did I? In any case, it was too late. The truth had
 been discovered. She stared at me in the mirror
 waiting for an answer. Slowly I nodded my head, ready
 to confess my awful deed. "Yes...I've been *very*
 naughty!" 

 With her lips pressed to my ear, Jenny whispered
 softly, "What *should* we do with you? Do you think
 you should be punished? Yes, that's right," she added,
 nodding in agreement with herself.*Punished*! You
 *do* understand that you *must* be punished." Oh I
 understood, all right! First I would have to *ask*
 nicely if it wouldn't be too much bother to start my
 punishment right away. I pretended to look ashamed
 of myself for doing such a naughty, naughty thing
 such as pleasuring myself with a carrot. 

 "Please punish me, Jenny." I pouted, hoping that
 pleading guilty might somehow lessen, I mean lengthen
 my sentence. Each of those words drove sharp spikes
 of delight into my vaginal crevice and its punishment
 receptor, the clitoris. 

 Jenny again made eye contact in the mirror. "*Give*
 me your hand!" 

 I did. 

 Then more instruction followed: "*spread* your legs."
 Hopefully I heard that right. Jenny assisted me in
 the process just in case. I slumped back helplessly
 in the chair with my neck stretched over her naked
 shoulder. She giggled and whined something about my
 hair tickling her bare skin. Oh, what a *poor* thing!
 Shouldn't *I* be allowed to complain too? Especially
 with the previously threatened punishment about to
 begin? 

 My hand was grabbed tightly and directed between my
 legs. A little token struggling went a long way toward
 putting me into sexual overdrive. Not that it was
 really necessary! 

 Jenny guided my hand to it's final destination. In
 ever tightening circles around my eroginous zone she
 made me feel the touch of my own fingers. "Masturbation
 is *bad*," She councelled. "You've been naughty! Don't
 you agree?" Of course I agreed. It was either that or
 risk the consequences. I was in big enough trouble
 already! 

 I felt Jenny tugging at my pants' zipper, exposing
 my panties with a single quick and forceful jerk.
 Next her hand gave mine a guided tour of what was
 under my wears, stopping occasionally to twirl a
 strand of pubic hair here or rub a special spot there.
 Jenny told me again how naughty it is to play with
 oneself. Talk about a mixed message! 

 For the next part, my index and middle fingers were
 selected, pulled apart from the rest, and pushed
 slowly up my slit. It took forever reach the top. No
 doubt this was the intention of the one who was
 controlling them. 

 "I don't think you understand *just* how bad you've
 been," lectured Jenny, pushing my fingers around my
 clitoris in a circular motion. Suddenly it all started
 to make sense as I groaned with understanding. 

 She whispered, "What *are* we going to do with you?" 

 I did have a few ideas but they were inappropriate
 for discussion at that point. 

 Meanwhile, my fingers, which seemed to have a mind
 of there own, probedendlessly in search of my clitty.
 There was no real way for Jennifer to tell exactly
 where it was except when I jumped, or moaned, or said
 "mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm". It was strictly a "hit or miss"
 proposition. 

 But her aim seemed to improve as we went along, making
 me squirm with delight every time she hit the target.
 The warmth of her breath on my neck could only mean
 one thing: kisses were to follow. With my neck in such
 a vulnerable position it was no surprise. The kissing
 lips traveled right up my neck until they reached my
 earlobe where they changed into sucking and wet
 licking. The kind of wet when your face gets too close
 to a *very* friendly puppy. 

 "Repeat after me," they said. "I will *not* masturbate
 any more. I will *not* masturbate any more." Every
 time she said the word "masturbate" my fingers were
 pressed firmly into my clitoris, driving me wild with
 intense stimulation. 

 I got the impression that it was my turn to speak. "I
 will...not... masturbate." Speech was difficult under
 the circumstances. That was *before* Jenny started
 *french* kissing my ear!

 Then it was impossible! But my lesson was far from over
 with. No-no-no! There were other sentences I would have
 to repeat. Ones like "I am a naughty girl" and "I
 deserve to be punished for being so dirty", for
 example. That's about the time when things started
 getting a bit fuzzy. 

 Jenny had my fingers circling madly around my clitty
 while she used her other hand to demonstrate how those
 nipple clamps were going to feel. My nipples were
 receiving quite a work out as they were pulled,
 squeezed and rolled into submission. 

 "Are we learning our little lesson now, Sarah dear?"
 
 "Mmmmm-hmmmm," I mumbled as my body started twitching
 uncontrollably in the chair, jumping each time I felt
 my fingers being manipulated into position. My skin
 felt like it was crawling with electric pulses. My
 legs went numb. 

 "I'm taking off Jenny. Hold me. Please don't let me
 go!" 

 The intensity of pleasure just kept spiraling upwardly,
 out of control like some carnival ride gone haywire.
 Each time I was sure I was going to climax, the
 intensity would only go to next level higher. 

 "Make me cum, please." I begged, while she played my
 fingers as if they on a musical keyboard, taunting and
 teasing my pussy over and over again. Then I was
 informed of the need for more repentance on my part
 for being such a "dirty", "naughty" girl and touching
 myself. She was *clearly* enjoying that part, you
 could tell. Why else would she say it so many times?
 And pretending that I should feel guilty for the
 incident was turning me on just as much. The next step
 in my punishment was a little spanking session for
 which I led over to my bed and then had my ass bared
 for the procedure. 

 "Stand on your tippy toes, bend over and lay over on
 your bed," Demanded Jennifer, pushing me into
 compliance. Lying on my bed with feet still touching
 the floor and my back end sticking out, just begging
 to be punished, was super exciting. 

 "First your going to get a nice little spanking, just
 like you deserve." 

 She hit me just hard enough to be exciting and yet
 *very* embarrassing. 

 Each time her hand touched down on my buns she would
 say "Bad girl!", "*naughty-naughty*", or something
 similar. 

 "Are you ready to be a good girl?" She asked. 

 "Yes," I whimpered as I attempted to get up. 

 "I'm not done with you yet! You stay right there, and
 no peeking!" 

 I couldn't imagine what was coming next, hopefully me!
 She had brought me so close to orgasm more times than
 could be counted. Weak and warn out, I was desperate
 to be "finished off". Jenny was getting *something*,
 but what? 

 When she got back my legs were again pulled apart and
 back like I was about to be searched, *strip* searched!
 Then hands worked there way to my vagina where my lips
 were spread apart. 

 "I believe you used *this*..." 

 Uuuuh! I felt something slowly being pushed into my
 pussy! 
 
 "...To *masturbate* with! I think you had *better*
 admit that *right* now!" 

 I immediately recognized what she had inserted into
 my pussy, it was the carrot all right!  And from the
 feel of things, I was about to get it... and get it
 *good*! 

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