Heather at School (OWWH 5)
Copyright© 2025 by CW
Chapter 7
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Jess, Aaron, and Heather return as Heather goes off to college.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian BiSexual Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Public Sex
I bent over to pick up my shorts and was rewarded with a swift slap on my wrist from the ruler.
“Ow, fuck!” I cried out, rubbing my wrist. I was rewarded for that outburst with a slap on my thigh. I controlled the urge to scream - fortunately she didn’t slap me anywhere else.
“Leave them right there, young man,” Michelle said. Again, she was clearly younger than me but whatever. I turned and headed toward the door she indicated.
Marge opened it, revealing the plain room behind it. There were piles of books stacked on the floor, numerous filing cabinets and the sight that stopped me in my tracks - four different women at desks who all looked up as I entered.
I only stopped long enough to get swatted in the ass with the ruler yet again. I stumbled forward, my bouncing cock leading the way. I tried to cover myself with my hands but it didn’t do much to hide the erection there. I’m not very well endowed but I don’t have huge hands either. The fact that I was naked from the waist down was obvious to everyone.
All of the women stared but didn’t seem overly surprised. A couple smiled, the other couple giggled. One of them addressed Marge.
“Hi, Marge. I see you have another offender,” she said with a smirk. The nameplate on her desk read “MANDY C.” Michelle replied to her.
“Yep. And as you can see from his erection,” she tapped my hands with the ruler, “he didn’t learn his lesson. So he’s coming back here to reflect.” She turned to me. “Over there, in the corner like the naughty boy you are. Hands on your head and facing the room, though. Let everyone see that naughty cock that you are so proud of.”
I walked over to where she indicated, paused, and put my hands behind my head. My erection pointed at the ladies accusingly.
Marge headed back out front, leaving me there under the gaze of Michelle and the other girls. Michelle sat down on the edge of Mandy’s desk, kicking her feet idly while watching the show.
And that’s how I stood for what felt like an eternity but according to the clock on the wall across the room, was about ten minutes.
Mandy stood up and walked over to me, then looked at my backside.
“I see you got the ruler, eh?” she asked. I felt her fingers run over a welt.
“Yes, I did,” I replied...
“And that’s what made you so hard? You enjoy being spanked?” she asked. Before I could answer her, she reached down and touched my rod, letting her hand wrap around it.
“I, I guess so,” I replied softly. She gave me a few tugs.
“Look, Ariel,” she said to one of the other girls. “He’s so excited he’s ready to cum already.”
I looked down - ready to cum was a stretch but there was indeed a bead of pre-cum leaking from my tip. Mandy touched it with her finger, watching as it pulled away in a thin, wet string, before wiping it off on my balls. Then she started giving me a few more tugs but much too slow to build up anything down there.
Marge returned and saw Mandy playing with me. Then she looked at my still hard cock which, thanks to Mandy, had gotten even harder than it already was.
“Well, I see this isn’t working at all,” she said. “You are still aroused!” She seemed to be completely ignoring the fact that I was being masturbated by one of her coworkers.
She walked over to another desk, this one with her name on the plate (last initial H), and opened a drawer. She reached in and pulled out a white tube. I recognized it as something we had at home - a menthol sore muscle cream called BioFreeze.
Also in the drawer was a box of gloves. She put on two, flipped open the tube, and squirted some into her palm.
Mandy released my cock and backed away as Marge stepped in front of me. With her free hand, she stuck a finger into the green gel and scooped some up. The finger went straight to the rim of my cock. It was cool but not “freezing” - but I also knew better.
Heading behind me, I felt fingers spread my ass cheeks followed by the same cool gel smeared onto my asshole. And she gave a slight push so a little got shoved inside me. Then she stripped the gloves off and threw them into the trash barrel near her desk before turning back and waiting.
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