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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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