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Few knew her story - at least how it all began. As we drive through the nice little suburbs - no one knows the truths behind the doors - or the things that will affect us throughout our lives.
As Emma sat across from me, a wife, a mother, torn by her needs, and the triggers from her past, she now works to understand when her body has demands and her mind shuts down.
As her story came out, i wrote..
Her father passed when she was young, and when her mom remarried, over time she would come to hear, and later on would witness her mothers discipline, and finally how she was developed to please and thank her new husband.
He told both women that discipline, and learning to please a man was the most important thing. It wasn’t long before Emma not only watched her mother undress to be punished, but also hearing her plead to thank him in a variety of ways. What Emma didn’t understand, that her mom struggled to explain, was that her mothers body responded in arousal to the punishment and the exposure.
Soon both mother and daughter were disciplined together - the reasons varied. Emma struggled at first to thank her new step-father as her mother did, but over time, the two women knew the rules, the process, and to Emma’s shame, her body began reacting the same as her mother’s body.
Daily there were reasons to undress, to feel the different sensation of a new implement - the touching of her body, seeing her mother reacting, and over time, with other men over, both mother and daughter punished together, as the men watched.
As her mother would say to her, as taught by her new husband - it is the body’s way of saying what they must really need - or at least what they deserve. Emma struggled to understand her body, but could not deny how it reacted.
The most intense memory for Emma, was when a note came home from the math teacher, stating her was worried that with Emma’s grades slipping, she was not focused on her studies. Her step-father told Emma he would take her to discuss the issue with her teacher.
Emma’s stomach knotted - when in the car, prior to getting out in the school parking lot, her step-father told her to remove her panties and her little bra. Red faced and trembling, she followed him in to the school, and to her math teachers classroom on the upper floor.
Emma was told to sit, as her step-father met and appraised the teacher. He was in his mid 30′s - and spoke of his concerns about Emma’s grades. Her step-father pointed to her, and said that even at home, she and her mother at times, struggled to focus. Emma listened as he asked her teacher, if he felt that punishment helped a student focus on her work.
The teacher nodded and told her step-father that he did believe in punishment, but that in today’s world, parents and the school district frowned upon that type of motivation these days.
Emma froze as her step-father went to the classroom door, locked it, and then came back and asked the teacher if he had a good, thick wooden ruler.
With a bit of a quizzical look on his face, the teacher went to his desk, and pulled out a thick wooden ruler, and showed Emma’s step-father the implement.
In a fog, Emma heard her step-father tell her to get up, and to go to the desk, and to bend over.
Months of discipline at home, and knowing was ignoring her step-father would mean to her, or her mother, or both, she went over her math teacher’s desk.
As her step-father came around, he lifted Emma’s skirt and told her teacher, “see? she knew she needed to be punished, and purposefully came here, with nothing on underneath, isn’t that right Emma?”
There was no other answer except, “Yes sir”
“Emma” he asked, “based on the grades you have been getting, what is it you deserve now from your teacher?”
Nearly choking, she whispered, “to be punished sir”
“See” her step-father told her teacher. “She understands that a young woman needs help and focus at times.. she is just like her mother. So, please, I would appreciate it if you would help me out, and use that ruler, and remind her what she should be doing”
With her bottom exposed, Emma shamefully braced herself for the punishment.
At first tentative, the strokes were nothing like she got at home. Her step-father bid her teacher to really teach his step-daughter a lesson.. “you know” he said, “spare the rod, spoil the child”
Losing track of time, Emma began to sob a bit from the increased strokes of the ruler.
After a bit, her step-father said, “spread your legs Emma”
Shamefully she parted her legs under the watchful eye of her math teacher, and felt her step-father run his finger between her legs, telling the teacher, “See, like her mother, you cannot go too easy on them. Even tho’ you think you are being firm with her, you can see how wet she is and that her body thinks it is just like foreplay. Please, give her 50 very hard strokes to teach her how important your class is...”
The teacher did not disappoint. By 20 strokes Emma was crying, and by 50 she was pleading to them both that she understood how important her grades were.
After the teacher set down the ruler, Emma’s step-father told her to stand up, and to thank her teacher.
“Thank you sir, for helping me”
Thinking her day of humiliation was over, she froze when her step-father pointed to her teachers mid-section, and asked her what she saw.
Shaking her head, she said nothing - with fear creeping in to her mind.
“Emma, do you need to be punished more?”
“No, sir.. please no..”
“Then tell me what you see”
“my.. my teacher, he, is.. “
“What Emma”
“hard sir.. “
“And whose fault is that young lady”
“Mine.. sir..”
“Why is it your fault Emma”
“because, because he had to punish me - and saw my body”
“Saw your body what Emma - be specific”
“my body, react. like a naughty girl”
“So what you are saying is, that since he had to punish you, and even with a hard spanking, he saw a naughty little girl’s body needing and wanting it”
“yes sir...” Emma said as she hung her head.
“So, how do you apologize, and make it right, for your Teacher?”
Looking at her teacher, who had stood quietly, unaware that Emma’s responses had been developed for months are home, listened as she said, “Sir, i am sorry i caused you to be hard.. may i please apologize properly and make it right?”
As he numbly nodded, he looked at Emma’s approving step-father as his young student undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his achingly hard cock out.
Trying to understand the last 60 minutes, of this lovely young girl, long legs, hard nipples through her shirt, bare exposed bottom, and wet from his punishment, now took his cock in her mouth, and not knowing trained to do so, Emma put her hands behind her back, and took her teacher in her mouth.
As Emma worked to use her mouth and tongue to please her teacher, to thank him as she was trained at home, her drool began cascading down her chin, onto her shirt, and to the floor.
Not knowing how long it had taken, Emma braced herself when she felt her teacher stiffen, and then like the good girl she had been trained to be, she dutifully took all of her teacher’s cum down her throat.
As she got up to leave, unable to make eye contact, she heard her step-father tell her teacher, “Her mom and i appreciate you helping to guide her through her class. If you would please, let her know, and she will tell me.. the one day a week she can stay behind for a weekly reminder from you, and to thank you for help in her class.
Emma told me from that day on, at least once a week, she stayed after in class, and not only did her math teacher punish her, and make her thank him with her mouth, but at times other male teachers, the vice principle, and even the custodian watched her being punished, and that it was her fault that all of them had become aroused, and then later having to tell her step-father that she properly thanked them all.
She said on the ride home that day, when she got in the car, her step-father reached between her legs, and finding her wet, told her that he knew this is what she needed.
Driving home, she told me he pushed the seat back, and guided Emma to unzip him, and to take him in her mouth, As he flipped up her skirt, not caring if others could see into the car, he proceeded to swat her periodically on her already tender bottom, and then would finger her, while her mouth worked to please him.
She told me he told her if she came by his hand, before she made him cum with her mouth, that she would get the leather strap when they got home.
There was no need to go further - as I knew she got the strap.
To this day, she is a prisoner of his training and development - and now married to a man who would never understand his wife’s background and needs.
After college - she had moved away.
She married for a normal life - now with the fear that normal will never work for her.
One can “move” away from some one - but many times, one can never move away from their past. What advice would you give Emma?
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Few knew her story - at least how it all began. As we drive through the nice little suburbs - no one knows the truths behind the doors - or the things that will affect us throughout our lives.
As Emma sat across from me, a wife, a mother, torn by her needs, and the triggers from her past, she now works to understand when her body has demands and her mind shuts down.
As her story came out, i wrote..
Her father passed when she was young, and when her mom remarried, over time she would come to hear, and later on would witness her mothers discipline, and finally how she was developed to please and thank her new husband.
He told both women that discipline, and learning to please a man was the most important thing. It wasn’t long before Emma not only watched her mother undress to be punished, but also hearing her plead to thank him in a variety of ways. What Emma didn’t understand, that her mom struggled to explain, was that her mothers body responded in arousal to the punishment and the exposure.
Soon both mother and daughter were disciplined together - the reasons varied. Emma struggled at first to thank her new step-father as her mother did, but over time, the two women knew the rules, the process, and to Emma’s shame, her body began reacting the same as her mother’s body.
Daily there were reasons to undress, to feel the different sensation of a new implement - the touching of her body, seeing her mother reacting, and over time, with other men over, both mother and daughter punished together, as the men watched.
As her mother would say to her, as taught by her new husband - it is the body’s way of saying what they must really need - or at least what they deserve. Emma struggled to understand her body, but could not deny how it reacted.
The most intense memory for Emma, was when a note came home from the math teacher, stating her was worried that with Emma’s grades slipping, she was not focused on her studies. Her step-father told Emma he would take her to discuss the issue with her teacher.
Emma’s stomach knotted - when in the car, prior to getting out in the school parking lot, her step-father told her to remove her panties and her little bra. Red faced and trembling, she followed him in to the school, and to her math teachers classroom on the upper floor.
Emma was told to sit, as her step-father met and appraised the teacher. He was in his mid 30′s - and spoke of his concerns about Emma’s grades. Her step-father pointed to her, and said that even at home, she and her mother at times, struggled to focus. Emma listened as he asked her teacher, if he felt that punishment helped a student focus on her work.
The teacher nodded and told her step-father that he did believe in punishment, but that in today’s world, parents and the school district frowned upon that type of motivation these days.
Emma froze as her step-father went to the classroom door, locked it, and then came back and asked the teacher if he had a good, thick wooden ruler.
With a bit of a quizzical look on his face, the teacher went to his desk, and pulled out a thick wooden ruler, and showed Emma’s step-father the implement.
In a fog, Emma heard her step-father tell her to get up, and to go to the desk, and to bend over.
Months of discipline at home, and knowing was ignoring her step-father would mean to her, or her mother, or both, she went over her math teacher’s desk.
As her step-father came around, he lifted Emma’s skirt and told her teacher, “see? she knew she needed to be punished, and purposefully came here, with nothing on underneath, isn’t that right Emma?”
There was no other answer except, “Yes sir”
“Emma” he asked, “based on the grades you have been getting, what is it you deserve now from your teacher?”
Nearly choking, she whispered, “to be punished sir”
“See” her step-father told her teacher. “She understands that a young woman needs help and focus at times.. she is just like her mother. So, please, I would appreciate it if you would help me out, and use that ruler, and remind her what she should be doing”
With her bottom exposed, Emma shamefully braced herself for the punishment.
At first tentative, the strokes were nothing like she got at home. Her step-father bid her teacher to really teach his step-daughter a lesson.. “you know” he said, “spare the rod, spoil the child”
Losing track of time, Emma began to sob a bit from the increased strokes of the ruler.
After a bit, her step-father said, “spread your legs Emma”
Shamefully she parted her legs under the watchful eye of her math teacher, and felt her step-father run his finger between her legs, telling the teacher, “See, like her mother, you cannot go too easy on them. Even tho’ you think you are being firm with her, you can see how wet she is and that her body thinks it is just like foreplay. Please, give her 50 very hard strokes to teach her how important your class is...”
The teacher did not disappoint. By 20 strokes Emma was crying, and by 50 she was pleading to them both that she understood how important her grades were.
After the teacher set down the ruler, Emma’s step-father told her to stand up, and to thank her teacher.
“Thank you sir, for helping me”
Thinking her day of humiliation was over, she froze when her step-father pointed to her teachers mid-section, and asked her what she saw.
Shaking her head, she said nothing - with fear creeping in to her mind.
“Emma, do you need to be punished more?”
“No, sir.. please no..”
“Then tell me what you see”
“my.. my teacher, he, is.. “
“What Emma”
“hard sir.. “
“And whose fault is that young lady”
“Mine.. sir..”
“Why is it your fault Emma”
“because, because he had to punish me - and saw my body”
“Saw your body what Emma - be specific”
“my body, react. like a naughty girl”
“So what you are saying is, that since he had to punish you, and even with a hard spanking, he saw a naughty little girl’s body needing and wanting it”
“yes sir...” Emma said as she hung her head.
“So, how do you apologize, and make it right, for your Teacher?”
Looking at her teacher, who had stood quietly, unaware that Emma’s responses had been developed for months are home, listened as she said, “Sir, i am sorry i caused you to be hard.. may i please apologize properly and make it right?”
As he numbly nodded, he looked at Emma’s approving step-father as his young student undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his achingly hard cock out.
Trying to understand the last 60 minutes, of this lovely young girl, long legs, hard nipples through her shirt, bare exposed bottom, and wet from his punishment, now took his cock in her mouth, and not knowing trained to do so, Emma put her hands behind her back, and took her teacher in her mouth.
As Emma worked to use her mouth and tongue to please her teacher, to thank him as she was trained at home, her drool began cascading down her chin, onto her shirt, and to the floor.
Not knowing how long it had taken, Emma braced herself when she felt her teacher stiffen, and then like the good girl she had been trained to be, she dutifully took all of her teacher’s cum down her throat.
As she got up to leave, unable to make eye contact, she heard her step-father tell her teacher, “Her mom and i appreciate you helping to guide her through her class. If you would please, let her know, and she will tell me.. the one day a week she can stay behind for a weekly reminder from you, and to thank you for help in her class.
Emma told me from that day on, at least once a week, she stayed after in class, and not only did her math teacher punish her, and make her thank him with her mouth, but at times other male teachers, the vice principle, and even the custodian watched her being punished, and that it was her fault that all of them had become aroused, and then later having to tell her step-father that she properly thanked them all.
She said on the ride home that day, when she got in the car, her step-father reached between her legs, and finding her wet, told her that he knew this is what she needed.
Driving home, she told me he pushed the seat back, and guided Emma to unzip him, and to take him in her mouth, As he flipped up her skirt, not caring if others could see into the car, he proceeded to swat her periodically on her already tender bottom, and then would finger her, while her mouth worked to please him.
She told me he told her if she came by his hand, before she made him cum with her mouth, that she would get the leather strap when they got home.
There was no need to go further - as I knew she got the strap.
To this day, she is a prisoner of his training and development - and now married to a man who would never understand his wife’s background and needs.
After college - she had moved away.
She married for a normal life - now with the fear that normal will never work for her.
One can “move” away from some one - but many times, one can never move away from their past. What advice would you give Emma?