Annie had everything but a boyfriend. As the ‘cool’ social star amongst her friends and at college, she had a crowd of male admirers to choose from, but whenever she did, disappointment seemed to follow her like curse. Just like with Mike, the most recent example, who began to frustrate her almost as soon as she started dating him. Intellectually, he was not really a match for her and sexually, in spite of all his projected masculinity, he acted clumsy, lacked any erotic skills or sophistication, and seemed only interested in himself. What was it with guys these days? Why was there no decent alternative to socially unacceptable singleness?
Not that Annie wanted to be single anyway. She saw herself as a confident 19 year old, free spirited and comfortable with her sexuality, who yearned for a steamy hot romance. So what exactly was it about the relationship mess in her life she seemed unable to figure out? Then, at the start of their second year in college, her best friend Bianca kicked off with Pete, a boy she met in college, who was quite unmistakably a ‘dork’ in Annie’s eyes. She tried her best to talk some sense into her best friend. And in turn had to listen to Bianca raving about her new found erotic pleasures with Pete, how sweet he was, and how he gave her the most amazing sexual satisfaction.
It was almost too much for Annie to bear. Her envy was one thing, she couldn’t really begrudge Bianca her sexual success, but why did it have to be with a dork? All her fashionable cool in-crowd lovers had been a total loss sexually and then some dork comes along and had his act together? Infuriating and unbearable she fumed to herself.
But Bianca rebuffed all her concerns and insisted with dreamy eyes that Pete was great and good for her. For all the strength of her feelings, Annie did not want to loose her best friend. First she took it out on Pete. How dare he, this nobody, to so corrupt her best friend? Then she had to acknowledge that he obviously had ways of satisfying Bianca and making her happy. And ways to making her tingle and climax. How on earth did he do what none of the guys she had dated ever could?
In a moment of desperation, she grabbed Pete in a class they shared to find out his secrets. Which did not get her what she wanted either. But to her great surprise, she actually liked him. He seemed genuine and interesting and she’d gotten a little flirtatious with him. But only just briefly – Annie wanted her very own boyfriend, not steal Bianca’s.
And so Annie’s sexual and romantic frustrations kept mounting, not helped by daily reminders from Bianca that happiness and satisfaction was no dream but for real and attainable. Then, one day out of the blue, Annie found a card in her bag. It was a plain card which said:
“You are due for your corporal punishment on Friday at 5.00pm in the Greek literature section of the library. Lateness will not be tolerated.”
Who had given her this? Friday was four days away. And what was meant by ‘corporal punishment’? To her surprise, she could not ignore the card. Her thoughts kept coming back to its message. Surely this couldn’t be real? Some kind of code? Who had given this to her? Was this nuts, a weird joke?
That Friday, she amazed herself by actually going to the library at 5.00pm as she had been told, assuring herself that she only went to satisfy her curiosity. After some searching, she eventually found the Greek section in a remote wing of the large library. There was no one to be seen. Ha! She knew it. Just a stupid bad joke. Annie was about the leave when she heard a voice behind her.
“You are late. Don’t turn around and put on the blindfold on the desk in front of you.”
The voice was male and vaguely familiar but reassuringly calm. But definitely somebody male and her own age. Annie felt an unfamiliar kind of excitement that compelled her to obey his instructions. She hesitated at first but then decided to check out what game he was playing here. Being in such a public space felt reassuring and she picked up the blindfold and slipped the silky material over her head until it covered her eyes.
“Good,” said the calm voice. “Now bend over the desk.”
The command jolted her. How dare he to command her, Annie? She was one of the most assertive girls around, the queen of cool. Whoever he was …! How dare he? But her excitement with this situation was quite undeniable and her curiosity got the better of her. She stepped up to the desk and slowly bent herself over the desk top, her bottom pointing straight out, her mind in a state of utter disbelief.
“Very good Annie. Now, I want you in the proper position for this. Reach across the desk with both hands and grasp the opposite table edge firmly.”
As Annie bend over the desk in front of her, she sensed a little itch building between her thighs. This is ridiculous she thought, I am getting turned on by being commanded around. Bend over the desk, she felt the soft sensual jersey fabric Kolej Escort of her tight body-con skirt stretched around the enticing curves of her shapely round bottom. I must look a right sight she thought which strangely gave her another tingle of excitement. She sensed movement behind her and then, without warning, a hand hit her butt with a smack. Annie squealed a little, not so much from any real pain but with shock and humiliation.
How dare he she silently raged but made no attempt to escape or challenge him. Instead, she felt her butt involuntarily raising towards her punisher. A bittersweet cocktail of embarrassment, rage, humiliation, pleasure and excitement engulfed her and send shivers up and down her body. Annie felt utterly confused …! Just as his hand slapped her for the second time. It was indeed not painful at all. Gentle and teasing but so humiliating and arousing nonetheless. And again, he did it again …! Then she heard his voice.
“This is no good. Pull up your skirt,” he commanded.
Annie had never known such confusion in her life. She felt the blood rush into her face. I must be scarlet red she thought. And oh, how she wanted to submit to his command. And wanted to turn around and give him a piece of her mind. How dare he …! ‘What panties am I wearing’ shot through her head. At that thought, she felt her heart sink when she remembered pulling on one of her slinky wafer thin silk panties that morning.
“What are you waiting for?”
His calm but stern voice interrupted Annie’s tumbling thoughts. Almost against her will, Annie found herself reaching for the hem of her skirt. She pulled the fabric up. Up and over her round butt in a wanton display of submission and exhibitionist spectacle. Annie felt insufferably exposed. And yet, quite bizarrely, this peculiarly outlandish situation excited her at the same time. She could not remember when she had last felt this vulnerable or this amazingly vibrant. How extraordinary. His voice once again disrupted her jumble of thoughts.
“Now, spread your legs apart.” Slowly, Annie inched her feet apart.
“Further.” She spread them wider. She could feel his eyes upon her behind, wishing more than anything in the world that she could cover up whilst relishing the pulsating excitement she felt at the same time. She sensed, or maybe even heard, his reaction which pleased her. ‘You like my butt don’t you’, she thought with deep satisfaction.
“You have a very pretty bottom, Annie.” She heard his voice say.
‘Yes. you do like my butt’ she thought with satisfaction. And felt his hand slap her exposed butt. Once again. Annie felt beside herself with humiliation and arousal.
And heard his voice say, “pull down your panties.”
Something in his voice told her that he was as aroused as she was. Without hesitation, she pushed her flimsy panties over her hips and down her thighs. He could see everything now, of course. She was certain. She was mooning him with her bare buttocks and from behind, he’d be able to see her exposed genitals in the gap between her thighs, her entire backside naked. And felt his hand slap her bare and utterly exposed ass again. This time, he followed his slap with a gentle stroke upwards before hitting her with another slap.
Was she imagining it or were his fingers really trailing up her butt crack? Annie barely suppressed a sigh. She didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. And again another smack. This time there was no doubt that his finger stroked up the crack of her ass. And lingered briefly at her anus. Annie could not suppress a little shiver. And then it was all over. She heard his voice saying.
“Right, that’s enough for today. Behave yourself better and a repeat won’t be necessary.”
Then she heard him move away. Annie could not pull herself off the desk just yet. She could not believe what just happened. She Annie, the social star of the college, had submitted to a spanking. Spanked by a complete stranger in a public library. This unknown man had spanked her with her skirt pulled up and her panties down to her knees. Spanked her bare ass. And she enjoyed it. Well maybe not exactly enjoyed but she certainly just had the most erotic experience that ever happened to her.
And here she was, bend over a desk with her skirt bunched up around her hips and showing her bar ass in a college library. And what if somebody found her like this? She hastily got up, pulled the blindfold off and with some regret, pulled her panties up and her skirt down as she rearranged her clothing. She looked around but this part of the library was completely deserted. Annie sat on top of the desk and her hand slipped under her tight skirt. Her panties were wet and she pushed aside the flimsy triangle of silky fabric. It only took a few moments of rubbing her bean before she was shaken by an amazing orgasm.
Lying in bed at night, her thoughts returned to what had happened in the Kuzey Ankara Escort library. Annie relived her excitement and arousal when she recalled her sensations and feelings. What on earth was wrong with her? Then she remembered her assailant’s finger, on her butt and in between her ass cheeks. Oh my god she thought, that was the most enticing touch. Her finger strayed between her legs, she was trembling. Her lips were moist and opened to her touch. Then her finger strayed further, found her way in between the soft cheeks of her butt and was magically drawn to her backdoor. The first moment of contact jolted her and she sighed.
Annie began to circle her finger and spread her legs further. But her arousal demanded more. Without conscious thought, she lubricated her finger from her dripping vagina and then returned to this newfound pleasure spot. This time she pushed while circling and her finger slipped inside. If only this was her assailant’s finger. Annie moaned louder. Her second hand also landed between her legs and a finger was rubbing her bean. Moments later Annie was shaken by convulsions.
Annie felt utterly confused. The discovery that her butt was such a powerful erogenous zone had come out of the blue. Did this mean that she craved anal sex? Annie had always thought anal sex a bit weird, a boy fantasy. But she had certainly enjoyed her ass being touched and stimulated. Annie felt depraved and confused. She longed to speak to Bianca. But she could not bring herself to confide in her best friend.
She found herself wishing for another meeting with the stranger and kept checking her bag for a note. Two days later, he obliged her with another card. Again he wanted to meet in the Greek library section and set the following day. In the morning, Annie agonised about how to dress. In the end, she went for another soft body-con skirt that moulded itself alluringly around her feminine curves. And chose a G-string underneath. I’ll show I can play this game and if that doesn’t give him a hard-on, nothing will, she thought.
When she arrived at the library, no one was in sight. But the desk sported another blindfold. Without hesitation Annie blindfolded herself. Even that simple act of submission and vulnerability gave her a rush. Should I prostrate herself over the desk or wait she wondered. And decided to await his arrival. Then she heard and sensed footsteps behind her. Her heart was beating like crazy. Oh god, let it be him and not some stranger she thought.
Then she heard the familiar voice. “You are on time today, Annie. Now raise your hands above your head and stand facing the shelves.” The relieve she felt that he had kept this appointment made her obey without hesitation. Annie received a gentle slap on her ass, almost like a reward, she thought. This is such a turn-on.
“You look very pretty in this outfit,” she heard his voice again.
“But underneath your cute skirt you are a horny little minx, aren’t you?”
Annie trembled with anticipation and had to suppress a sudden impulse to squeeze her thighs together. She noticed her breathing getting heaver, and so would he, she thought. And as humiliating as it was, Annie wanted him to know how turned on she felt.
“Pull up your pretty skirt and show me what is underneath.”
With only a brief hesitation, Annie obeyed. Her hands found the hem of her tight skirt and she pulled it up with tantalising slowness. She heard or sensed his breath when the fabric hem slipped over the soft curves of her ass and barred her shapely butt to his eyes. Well almost completely bare. The little string disappearing between her buttocks covered nothing really, just made her butt more tantalising.
Unless she bent forward at least and the cleft between her buttocks opened. That visualization brought a shiver of anticipation. Then her skirt was all the way above her hips. She, Annie Wyndham, standing in a library with her skirt pulled up in front of a stranger, baring her ass in only a G-string. She felt her deep blush and trembles of anxiety and arousal. Another gentle slap on her ass. But then both hands cupped her butt cheeks. Annie felt his breath in her neck. He smelled good.
“You enjoy this don’t you my little minx?” Annie gave in to her impulse to widen her stance.
“Oh yes, you do enjoy this,” his voice dropped to almost a whisper while he caressed the soft skin of her bare buttocks.
Then a finger strayed into her crack. Annie stopped breathing.
“Ah, this is what you like,” he commented her obvious reaction.
“But then, your choice of panties for our meeting today speaks for itself.” She felt a finger stroking up and down her crack and responded by pushing a little backwards.
“But then we don’t really need all this clothing in the way, do we? Drop your pretty panties,” he commanded and took his hands away to give her access.
Annie felt utterly confused. No boy had ever managed Maltepe Escort to read her signals, or sensed anything she desired. They had always been too busy with themselves. And now, this stranger acted as if he was reading her most secret thoughts. She’d better give him what he wanted she thought and reached down to push her G-string over her hips.
“Ah, now this is so pretty,” he said. “You have the most gorgeous ass in college Annie.”
He went on and began stroking her naked butt again. His compliment made her heart jump. A finger slipped in between her cheeks.
“Everybody knows you are the hottest girl in college but what nobody knows is about your pleasure spot here.”
His finger in between her buttocks found straight away this most delicious spot. A sigh slipped out before Annie could prevent herself. Well, he seemed to know anyway without her confirmation.
“Ah yes, you do enjoy your backdoor don’t you. Why don’t you lie over that desk again,” he directed her.
He took one of her hands to guide her blindfolded body but kept his finger in between her buttocks, right on her starfish, with gently pressure pushing her towards the desk. He stopped her just before she hit the desk and guided her gently as she bend forward to lay with her chest across the desk.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed her and when she complied, he massaged and caressed her buttocks. His fingers spread her bottom and returned to her starfish and Annie whimpered softly.
“Deep breath.” Then, his wet finger thrust into her butt.
“Uuuuuhh…!” she called out, gasping, raising her head, raising up onto her toes, shivering, twitching.
“Oh. my. God. Ooohh! Please. Yes!”
It was a feeling like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life. It was hot; it was deep and unlike anything she’d ever experienced thus far. It was humiliating to be seen like this with a stranger’s fingers inside her bottom, inside her most private recess. How could this ever have come to be?
She tried desperately to tune out what was happening to her, but couldn’t. On the contrary, she could think of nothing but. Her attention zeroed in onto his finger as it twisted and turned inside her. She could feel its tip press against her inner walls, making her feel as though he was reaching inside her very innards. There was an uncomfortable and unusual sensation of pressure at every point at which he pressed. It was a feeling she’d never experienced before.
“Ooohh.” she whimpered very quietly.
“Do you like this Annie?” he asked. “Answer me”
“Yes,” she stammered, red in her face, wanting to disappear into the ground, and yet wanting more of these delicious sensations, wanting him to know how much she wanted him to continue. Please don’t stop she thought and then realised she had said it aloud. Annie was mortified by her revealing slip. She sensed the stranger moving behind her, the mounting pressure of his finger, felt his lips on her neck, kissing her.
Annie turned her head sideways and her lips met his, their tongues entwined, and his finger finally entered her butt. Annie gasped with pleasure and arousal. She threw modesty and pretend overboard, he knew what she wanted anyway and perhaps better than herself, and let herself drown in the waves of her pleasure. Her hand involuntarily found the way in between her legs and she furiously rubbed her bean while his finger played in her butt.
No boy had ever managed to stir her in such a way. Annie felt a huge wave building up, cresting, she was panting and gave in to the convulsions that raced through her lower body as she climaxed. When her senses returned, he kissed her gently.
“Meet me here tomorrow at the same time”.
Then he was gone. Annie took her blindfold off with shaking fingers, pulled her panties up and her skirt down and sat on the desk. She could not believe what had just happened. The best orgasm in her life in the hands of a complete stranger fingering her ass. A boy who could read her sexual desires like an open book. Who was this guy?
The following day, Annie decided it was time to provoke him. Could she get him to loose his composure? She selected a back garter belt with black stockings, French silk knickers and a red Ra-Ra miniskirt that just covered her stocking tops. She was already aroused when she arrived at the Greek library at the appointed time. The blindfold was waiting for her and she put it on eagerly.
“Hello Annie,” she heard his voice behind her. “Is it not a little warm for pantyhose?”
He stepped closer behind her.
“Okay then, lift up your skirt and let me see what you have got for me today.”
Obediently Annie reached down and ever so slowly lifted up the hem of her skirt. She heard his breath change and smiled to herself, knowing that she had breached his control. Eventually her lacy panties and the black strings of her g-string and garters were fully expose.
His voice sounded a little shaky when he spoke again. “My my, aren’t you a little tease my gorgeous minx. But I have got a surprise for you too. Bend over the desk.”
Her searching hand found the desk and she assumed the position. She felt his strong hands gently caressing her butt and tracing the cleft between her buttocks. Then he pulled her panties down.