Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Night Class MF, mdom, bdsm, cons)
Date: 16 Sep 1995 02:53:54 GMT

			     Night Class

	I had signed up for the night class to improve some of the
skills I needed for work. Class was Thursday nights from 6 to 9
meaning I'd have to go straight from work to class with enough time
for a quick bite of fast food and a few pages of reading.

	I arrived a little early and sat in the back. The other
students started arriving soon after. Things seemed fairly normal for
the first day of class. Grading, homework, overview of material, etc
were all covered by the instructor.

	Class went on normally for a while and then this young lady up
front started asking questions. I'd noticed her when she came into the
room. I had always been fond of redheads and I tended to prefer women
on the rubenesque side over Twiggys. She'd also arrived about five
minutes late. I didn't mind the first couple of questions, but the
continual questioning was becoming disruptive. I could tell the
instructor was not very happy and neither was the rest of class.

	About halfway through the three hour class we had a fifteen
minute break. I was hoping that she'd settle down after break and we
could get some work done. No such luck, she was as disruptive now as
she was before the break. This continued through the rest of class. I
just hoped next week would be better.

	Next week was just as bad. It looked like a few students had
dropped the class. I couldn't blame them, if this was how the rest of
the course was going to go. I sat there thinking that the way things
were going I was going to end up wasting a lot of time.

	Then I got an idea, if I was going to have to suffer through
her disruptive questioning and comments I might as well plan on having
some fun. I started thinking more about this and made my plans for the
next class.

	For the third class I made sure I was prepared and arrived
early. I had two sterilized thumbtacks colored to match the chairs. I
arrived first, as usual and placed them on her chair and went back to
my normal seat. I pulled out my book and read while waiting for
things to happen.

	She arrived five minutes late as usually and then I got my
surprise. She sat down and instead of jumping up and yelling she just
kind of went uuuhhhh. That was the only reaction I could see from the
back of the room where I was. The only other thing I noticed is she
was very quiet and well behaved at least till the break. She did seem
to wiggle more then normal.

	I watched carefully when she got up from her chair for break.
I could clearly see the tacks stuck in her bottom. I joined the rest
of class in the move to the rest rooms, keeping an eye on her as much
as possible until she went into the ladies room.

	I got back to my chair as quick as possible and waited for her
to return. She had this odd smile of satisfaction on her face when she
came back. When she turned around to sit down I could see the tacks
still stuck in her bottom. The second part of class was as quiet as
the first.

	For the next class I prepared two tacks and a note. The note
simply said "Two tacks is a low price to pay for a quiet and
productive class," and signed it TACKMAN. This was all typed of course
so there would be no handwriting samples available for comparison.
This time I didn't bother coloring the tacks, although I did take the
shine off them so they weren't too obvious.

	I arrived first and set the tacks on her chair and went to my
chair to wait. She arrived on time for class and definitely looked at
her chair. She had to see the tacks. She just sat down, this time
without any reaction at all beyond a quick breath. She was quiet and
non disruptive this class as well.

	When she got up for both break and at the end of class the
tacks were still in her bottom. As I was leaving I noticed she had
left a piece of paper behind, then I saw TACKMAN written on it. No one
was paying any attention so I retied on of my shoelaces and picked up
the note. She'd written: "The tacks are amusing, but two is definitely
cheap and I am certainly not cheap, perhaps you can do better in the
future," and had signed it "MS INSATIABLE".

	For the next class I used four tacks and left another note: "I
always endeavor to please, I am just concerned with overwhelming you
with abundance. In case you're wondering I do sterilize the tacks,
safety first and always. If you have other requests just leave them
here," and again signed it TACKMAN.

	The reply after that class was, "You are beginning to satisfy
my bottom, but I have other parts that need also need satisfying. MS
INSATIABLE."

	I responded by doubling the number of tacks to eight and a
package of itching powder which I had re-labeled "breast powder". When
she came back from break she was certainly wiggling her top a little
more then normal. The note that night was signed MS LOOKING FOR MORE.
I was being careful to arrive extra early to drop the stuff off, but
made sure that I `arrived' for class with other students.

	I followed that up with eight tacks and two packages of
itching powder. One labeled "breast powder", the other labeled "panty
powder". She arrived a few minutes early, picked up the note and the
packages and disappeared with out sitting down. A couple of minutes
later she returned and sat down. She did a lot more wiggling during
this class and didn't leave the room during break. Tonight's note was
signed MS I'D LIKE MORE.

	At the next class I left a note telling her to arrive five
minutes early and bring both a vaginal and anal plug to the next class
and left ten tacks and the itching powder. She left a note indicating
saying she would. She also asked for more intense treatment of her
breasts.

	I responded by leaving ten tacks on her chair and four on her
desk as well as a note and two small vials of stuff. One was labeled
vaginal lube and the other anal lube, both said apply liberally to
plug. The vaginal was a mixture of tiger balm and Ben-gay, the anal
was toothpaste and Ben-gay. I had also left some itching powder. She
arrived five minutes early, picked up the note and stuff and
disappeared into the ladies room. When she returned she definitely
walked a little differently and sat very carefully. She took a breath
and then leaned forward pressing the tacks into her breasts.

	We continued in this manner for the rest of the semester until
the second to last class. This time she asked for something extra
special and intense to celebrate the end of the semester. I thought
about it and added two drops of turpentine to both lubricant mixtures.
I prepared twenty tacks for her chair and ten for her breasts. I had
been using small tacks and sharpening them, but for this `special' I
hunted for some larger ones and cut the length back.

	She arrived a few minutes early as usual, picked up the note
and other stuff and disappeared into the ladies room. When she came
back I could tell that the new and improved lubricants were working.
She was wearing a dress which was also unusual. She paused and took a
couple of deep breaths. As she sat down she flipped up the back of her
dress and I could clearly see she had nothing on underneath.

	Her top was one of those short things that tend to leave the
middle bare and are held out from the body by the women's breasts. She
took a couple of deep breaths and then leaned forward on her desk. At
almost the last moment she let her top ride up as the tacks went into
her breasts. When she sat back up the tacks were gone, hidden under
her top.

	I figured this was it, the end of the semester fling. I didn't
expect to ever see her again, except by the most remote chance. After
class I picked up the note she had left and read it before leaving the
building. She wanted me to meet her in the student center. She
mentioned looking for some assistance in clearing her `bulletin' board
of `old' notes.

	I took a few minutes to think about this. I had never planned
or expected to actually meet her and I had a certain amount of
trepidation. I finally decided, what the heck, nothing ventured,
nothing gained and set off to the student center.

	I spent a few moments checking the situation out before
walking over to her table. "I understand you're looking for some help
with a bulletin board?" was my opening line.

	She looked a little surprised and replied, "You're TACKMAN?"

	I looked around and responded, "Who were you expecting, Rambo,
Conan, Han Solo, or maybe Darth Vader? If you're waiting for one of
them, I'll be on my way." I paused a moment and when she seemed to
accept that I sat down.

	We talked for a little while, not to mention exchanging names,
Hers was Linda. She did seem a little antsy and did a fair amount of
wiggling in her chair.

	"You must be sitting in a broken chair."

	"What makes you think that?" she asked.

	"You're wiggling around like that chair's about to fall apart
or is maybe short a leg," I replied and smiled.

	"I'm just a little nervous, I have a sensitive bottom and the
chairs are hard," she replied demurely.

	We talked for a while longer and then went back to her place.
When we got to Linda's place she started to excuse herself, but I
interrupted and told her to think about what she'd like to do for the
next couple of hours. I could pluck her bottom and breasts and then we
could take it from there or we could play some more games, if she felt
up to it. While she was in the bathroom, I looked around her apartment
a little to get the lay of the land. I noticed several hanging plants
with seemingly stronger than needed hooks.

	She reappeared without clothes, but with a cute mischievous
smile, pirouetted, and asked, "What's the next game?" All the tacks
appeared in place as far as I could see, though the plugs were gone.

	"It depends on what you feel up to." I had brought a small bag
of tricks with me and started unpacking it.

	Her eyes glowed with glee as she watched me slowly unpack the
small assortment of toys. I had brought a few paddles and straps from
light items for breasts to a couple of heavy bottom tenderizers. The
thing that really got her attention was the package of map pins, you
know the ones with the round plastic head. "How about something
involving these?" she said with a mischievous smile.

	"OK, stand there, legs spread, hands behind your back." She
did so and I carefully removed the tacks from her breasts and placed
them in their container for later cleaning. She smiled the entire time
and seemed to be getting very aroused.

	"Now, MS Tuff Tits, how'd you like to get the tacks out of
your bottom?"

	"Sure, that's easy," she said as she started to reach for the
first tack.

	"Uh, UH, not that way. The rules are simple. You take one of
the map pins and place it in your breast and then I'll remove a tack
from the bottom cheek on the same side. If you want I'll place the
pins in your breasts, but If I do it I'll put in two pins to remove
one tack from you're bottom. If you'd like to think about it a while
I'll find some encouragement. Simple."

	She paused and thought about it a moment and smiled, "How
about some encouragement?".

	"Get the plugs would you and make sure they're clean and ready
to use."

	While she was doing that I went to the kitchen and got all two
trays worth of ice cubes, quickly rinsed under luke warm water to dull
the edges.

	When we had both returned I said, "I think you're a little
hot, so we'll start off by cooling you off." I had her bend over the
back of a stuffed chair and hold its arms. I prepared the butt plug
with the extra hot lube and then shoved all the ice cubes that seemed
to readily fit up her ass and then inserted the plug. She ooohd and
aaahd and wiggled a bit as I did this. I lubed the other plug and
shoved the rest of the ice cubes up her cunt followed by the cunt
plug.

	"How's that for some encouragement? Until the pins go in the
plugs stay in." I figured she would sooner or later want to visit the
bathroom.

	"It's certainly cooling me off, but it's not a lot of
encouragement." She pouted.

	"I'm sure the encouragement will grow on you, but since you
want more, stand up with your hands behind you neck and stick out your
breasts." I selected a light paddle and announced, "I think twenty
swats per breast for a start, If you fail to maintain position the
swat will be repeated. You get to count and erroneous counts will not
count either. Count after the swat lands."

	"Let's go," she replied eagerly.

	I started on her left breast. I paused after the first swat
for her count, but she was silent. So that's the way it is I thought
and started swatting at about five second intervals. It was sometime
after the tenth when she started counting. Tears of pleasure/pain were
starting to come from her eyes and she was definitely turned on. she
took about thirty swats per breast for the first round. I let her rest
for a couple of minutes while I put some music on.

	"Would you care for some pins now or more encouragement?"

	"Oh definitely more encouragement," she eagerly replied. I
figured ice cube enema was starting to work from the way she was
rotating her hips.

	"Spread you legs far apart and keep them spread. I think a
count of fourteen is about right. If you close your legs or move your
hands we start the count all over again."

	I selected a medium/light narrow smacking strap and gave her
seven from in front right up into the crotch. Right after the seventh
she very deliberately closed her legs and the opened them again while
giving me a somewhat devilish smile. I repeated the seven but this
time put more vigor into them. She was not smiling after the seventh
from the front. I stepped behind her and gave her seven more with a
lot more vigor.

	"Would you like to pin your breasts now or some more
encouragement?"

	"I think I'd like them pinned. why don't you do it? I'm
feeling a little lazy at the moment," was her reply.

	"If I do it it's two to one remember."

	She mischievously replied, "OOOHHH, I definitely remember."

	I proceeded to pin her breasts. I'd put a map pin in each
breast and then remove a tack from her bottom. She had at least one
orgasm during this procedure. She was definitely looking a little worn
by the time I'd placed the pins in her breasts and removed the tacks
from her bottom. She stood there for a few moments enjoying the
torment and then announced, "I've got to visit the bathroom."

	"Hold on a bit there, I didn't give you permission."

	"Please may I go to the bathroom?" she asked demurely.

	"I think it's time for me to get some relief and you have the
nicest mouth. My lollipop needs attention first. One moment while I
prepare."

	I took off my pants and indicated that I was now ready. She
was pretty good and I came soon after she started. "Make sure the
lollipop is nice and clean, don't make a mess," I admonished her.

	She swallowed everything and asked, "May I use the bathroom
please, I really have to go." She was now getting somewhat anxious, so
I allowed her to go.

	It was getting late by this time and we both needed to get
some sleep and get to work on Friday. I removed the pins from her
breasts and we made a date for Friday after work. She gave me a key to
her apartment and said to stop by at 6:15 and she'd have a surprise
ready for me, but that's another story for another time.