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Story-Bad Girl

  • Posted on August 11, 2012 at 1:29 AM

I’m posting this, but I’m adding this warning to it.  If extreme or edgy stories tend to freak you out, because of past experience or some other reason, don’t read this story.  If you like dark or edgy stories, if some or all of your own fantasies go the extreme, then have at it!
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Bad Girl

She wasn’t just a naughty girl, she was a bad girl.  She was lazy,
stupid, inconsiderate, and deserved to be beaten.  Not spanked.  Naughty
girls got spanked.  She didn’t deserve that.  So she made sure she got
what she deserved.  She pushed and needled and tormented him until he
pushed her down on the bed and beat her with his belt.  So much more
than hard, it was brutal.  But she needed it.  Had to be purged so she
wasn’t the bad girl anymore.  After the belt he pulled her roughly up
off the bed by her hair and screamed at her until her ears were ringing.
Good, she thought, she didn’t deserve kind words, sweet whispers.  She
wasn’t worthy of special treatment.  She should be treated like the dirt
she was.

She needed the pain he was so willing to give her.  She needed to be
clean again, and needed the heat of the pain to burn away the bad part
of her.  All the guilt and anger and hurt. So she pushed harder, cursed
him as if she hated him, to get him to hurt her.  He pushed her against
the wall, pinning her there with his body as he told her through
gritting teeth how he’d make her suffer for what she was doing.  He
backhanded her across her face, and it stunned her for a second.  Her
mind reeled.  This is what bad girls get, she kept thinking.  She let
the thought fill her mind until it was her only thought.  It was right
this way, right that she be treated so awfully.

He held her there against the wall, holding her arms above her head with
one hand, beating her mercilessly with the riding crop with the other,
all over her body.  Vicious cuts across her breasts and thighs, arms,
legs, everything he could reach.  He whipped her till she screamed, beat
her till she could barely breathe.  Soon there were no thoughts in her
head, just the pain, crowding out the guilt and the hurt, overriding the
anger.  She screamed till she was hoarse, and then the tears came.  Hot
stinging tears, as hot as the cuts from the crop.  Tears that burned
away the bad girl, and left the good girl in her place.  She collapsed
against him, and he carried her to the bed, laying her down, and lying
next to her.

As he cradled her, the heavy sobs turned to whimpers and she fell asleep
in his arms.  I’ll never understand why she needs this inhuman treatment
sometimes, he thought to himself as he kissed her forehead.  He just
knew that she did, and not getting it was worse, because it seemed to be
the only way to get it out of her system.  She’d be fine when she woke
up later, be his sweet love again.  She hurt somewhere deep inside, and
only the extreme pain was able to reach in there to calm her again.

He wrapped his arms around her, protecting her, and fell asleep,
exhausted from the ordeal.

To post or not to post?

  • Posted on August 11, 2012 at 1:00 AM

With all the story harvesting I’ve been doing on Google, there’s one that I found that I had totally forgotten about.  It’s dark, sort of extreme, and edgy.  It wasn’t something that I was looking for really, but I could understand the need behind it back then.  I’ve changed over the years, and I don’t feel that anymore.  I can still understand the need, but only because I’d almost been there before, but I don’t think I could handle that kind of session now.

What I’m wondering is if I should post the story?  I know that some people will find it hot because they like extreme play, or they like dark fantasies.  It’s the people who would be upset by reading a scene like the one I wrote that make me undecided about posting it.  So, I’d like some feedback.  Should I post it the way I always do, with a small explanation at the top, post it with a warning as part of the intro, or not post it?  It’s M/F, consensual, but to a level that might squick some people.

Story-Morgan’s Discovery

  • Posted on August 11, 2012 at 12:39 AM

I wrote this twelve years ago as an attempt at a schoolgirl story.  I had no experience with schoolgirl scenes, so I had to go a different route.

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Morgan’s Discovery

Morgan’s attention drifted from the front of the classroom to the
window.  It was too nice outside to be stuck in a classroom.  Why couldn’t
they have class outside, where she could breathe.

She was so caught up in her daydream that she didn’t hear Mr. Lewis ask
her a question, didn’t hear it repeated, and didn’t see him stride
angrily toward her.  He brought his hand down hard on the desk, and
Morgan jumped.

“Y-yes, Mr. Lewis,” she asked, looking up at him.

“I assume that whatever is going on out there is much more interesting
than the Revolutionary War, but George Washington and I request your
presence in here at the moment,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” Morgan said quietly.

“You know the rules, Morgan.  To the front of the room with you,” Mr.
Lewis said, pointing to her doom.

Morgan’s eyes went wide.  Oh no, she thought, he can’t.  I’ll be
humiliated!  She was panicked, trying to think of a way out of getting
spanked.  It wasn’t unusual, it happened occasionally, but never to her.
She’d always made sure of that.  She’d never been spanked.  The problem
was, she wanted to, very much.  But if it happened now, he’d know. Know
what a naughty girl she really was.  It just couldn’t happen!

“Please, don’t make me go up there!  I can’t!  Pleeeeease,” she pleaded,
tears already forming.

Mr. Lewis pointed again, silently, and Morgan got up and walked slowly
to the front.  At the last second she ran out the door, and stood crying
in the hallway.  When Mr. Lewis came out of the room, she was still
there.  She barely realized that he stood there watching her.

When he put his arms around her, she melted into sobs.  He knew that a
scene like that would be difficult to explain, so he led her into an
empty office nearby.

“Morgan, what is it?  You can’t be this upset by the threat of a little
spanking.”

Somehow the truth came spilling out of her.  How she’d always felt
different because the idea of a spanking made her insides melt.  How
she’d never been spanked, but dreamed of it.  Everything she’d ever felt
or thought about it.

Finally she stopped.  “You think I’m horrible, don’t you.  Some sick kid
who needs help,” she said flatly.

“No, Morgan.  I think what you’re feeling is normal for you, and there
are others who feel the same way.  I do think you need to wait until
you’re older to act on those feelings, but I don’t think you’re sick to
have them.”

Morgan looked at him, shocked.  She’d just told him her worst secret, and
he wasn’t yelling or saying she was bad.  “Thank you,” she said, with a
weak smile.

“You’re welcome.  I AM going to have to think of a different punishment
for you.  I don’t want you confusing discipline with pleasure.  Now go put
some water on your face, and come back to class when you’re ready.”

Later………………..

Dear Diary,

Today I found out I’m NORMAL!!!! I’m so RELIEVED!!!!