Kinky Moments: Seven Kinky Short Stories

By Kelly Addams

Seven kinky short stories in one bumper edition. Corporal Punishment - The Sitter - Sable - Sarah's Selfies - Natalie The Nudist - Naughty Night Nurse Jade - Private Nurse Jade. Get all these books at less than half normal price, featuring lesbian action, submission and spanking, exhibitionism, age difference, interracial etc... Something for everyone!

• Language: English
• Publisher: PMO Publishing
• Release date: Aug 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370543106

Kelly Addams

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Chapter 1

Dawn stifled her pain by biting down hard on the pillow, he was impatient, or uncaring? The question blanked instantly in her mind as he thrust hard again, her head filled with the sharp discomfort. Squirming she pressed her pussy down into the mattress, her body's attempt to escape his attentions. It was only now that she regretted suggesting he try Viagra, his normally malleable cock had transformed into a steely weapon of punishment, and it had grown far beyond the proportions that her memory had promised. Always when he had fucked her before the break up she remembered him to be modest in length and girth, and mostly on the comfortable side of hard. But now he straddled her and forced a weapon beyond comprehension into her tight virgin ass.

She had squealed.

He had laughed.

Was he punishing her for what he saw as past injustice?

He had suggested they cool the relationship! Which had been a very thinly veiled way of saying that he wanted to screw around. She had accepted his suggestion with one small clause of her own, sure he could see other girls, as many as he wanted... but if he wanted to feel her pussy again, the price would be constancy, and a commitment!

Now she wondered if his smooth talk had been nothing more than an act. It was their first night together since the reconciliation, he had complained of stress that adversely affected performance, she had talked to a friendly chemists assistant, a friend from way back when, a small blister pack of pills had been secured... and now!

Now the bastard is tearing my ass to shreds! Dawn knew that she exaggerated, but it certainly felt that way, and something about the way he had entered her had screamed spite almost as loudly as she screamed herself. He had spread her cheeks and spat? That had hurt almost as much as his first savage thrust. He had spat on her... where was the affection in that act? Where was the love and tenderness?

Fucking slut! he groaned, This ass is mine now, understand?

Dawn began to gather herself for a cutting reply, who the fuck did he think he was? But all that escaped her lips was another shuddering moan as he drove back into her tight virgin passage.

Say it slut! he demanded as he drove deep and held position, his solid cock quivering, every muscle in his body tensed with the effort. Dawn cried out, but was it pain? Or was it pleasure? She wasn't sure, the two had melded into a single entity.

Say it. he hissed menacingly.

Dawn felt her orgasm building to a crescendo of crashing waves and blinding lights, she abdicated pride and self worth as his words spoke directly to her soul. Dawn felt her will break, and as she was carried away on a wave of ecstasy she sobbed and obeyed.

Yes, she groaned, My ass is yours.

And I can do whatever I want with it! Again he rammed deep and Dawn groaned, Say it. he insisted.

You can do whatever you want with me! Dawn couldn't see the grin that formed on his red flushed face, she had slipped, he had demanded the ass, she had promised the whole... and he hadn't missed her words.

Good, he snapped and pulled out swiftly, Now show me that you mean what you say, he grasped her hips and with powerful hands he flipped her over onto her back. Suck my cock clean you dirty little bitch.

A tear trickled down Dawn's cheek, but beyond her comprehension she felt herself nod, and obediently, she opened her mouth.

Chapter 2

Submissive!

That is what she had become. Except you don't just become! She rebuked, I must have always been that way, he just brought it to the surface. Thinking back, maybe the signs had always been there? She would always back down from confrontation letting the other party take an easy victory. Her mother had suggested that she was timid, she had dismissed the notion, she just didn't like to argue. But there had been her years in school, it had never occurred to her until he had released what was trapped, and denied, inside her. She had relished the strong words and authority of her teachers, they were the usual mix, those who coaxed the best from their pupils with kindness and a friendly disposition, and there were those at the other end of the scale, the stern and overbearing teachers. Teachers who demanded respect, teachers who basically didn't give a shit if they were liked, to be obeyed was all that they asked. It had been the stern teachers that she had respected most, she understood their thinking, she resented the soft ones, those who wanted to be friends, the jokers. Her headmaster had terrified her and thrilled in equal measure, he had strutted around the school maintaining discipline in his own inimitable way. Old Master Jackson had walked the corridors in a severe black suit with a severe black expression upon his pinched yet handsome face. Under his arm was always tucked a flexible thin cane, a threat that he never actually used, but only because corporal punishment in schools had been outlawed. He rued the day that the stupid law had been passed, now he could only use his favourite tool for intimidation. Dawn smiled, she suddenly understood him, and she understood herself for the first time. She regretted her lack of comprehension, he had yearned for a return to the days when he could bend an errant pupil over and lay a few well aimed stripes across a tender backside.

Oh that he had known how willing I would have been.

I wonder? She shook her head in an effort to dismiss the idea that had begun to blossom. He's probably still there. She realised that it made sense, she had only been out of school for two or three years, of course the headmaster would still be in residence, she pictured him striding along the long passage that led from his study to the gymnasium, the route that passed most of the classrooms, he would be there hunting for truants and wrong-doers.

I couldn't, could I? The question refused to fade away as she ate lunch. She had cut a plate of sandwiches and carried them to her room, now she sat on her bed and gazed into an open wardrobe. There hung a white cotton shirt with an embroidered logo on the breast pocket. The stitched word School made her shudder, she had a crazy plan, and she wondered if she had the courage to carry it through.

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Dawn glanced at her wristwatch, two o'clock. She tried to remember the schedules, twelve thirty until one thirty, lunch and break. The bell would have rung at one thirty five as a warning, Old Master Jackson would be about to leave his study, and heaven help any tardy child that he discovered on his rounds. Trembling she straightened her burgundy and green plaid skirt. She had thought that she would never wear the uniform again, yet now it felt almost like a second skin.

You can do this Dawn. She whispered bolstering her flagging courage. She paused at the double doors that led from the wide playground and into the main corridor, from there she wasn't sure what to do, she would be safe from random discovery until three twenty, then she would have to make a hasty exit if old man Jackson had not found her. I just get to the toilets, I can wait there until I hear him coming.

While she ate her sandwiches the uniform had called out to her, she stared at the shirt, she remembered the fear that the headmaster had always instilled, she pictured the cane and shuddered, why does he still carry something we all know he can't use? She already knew the answer and it taunted her, but if he should catch someone pretending to be a pupil, an ex student, then it wouldn't be a case of punishing a child... besides, I'm eighteen now, legally an adult, it wouldn't be against the law. Filled with anticipation she had buttoned the blouse and tugged up the zip on the side of her skirt. Looking in the mirror carried her back to dark and dreary mornings when she had waited for the bus to collect her, she had never looked forward to seeing her school more than she did at that moment.

Now she found herself turning a handle polished by thousands of tiny hands. Was she breaking any laws? She didn't know for sure, but if she was, surely it wasn't that serious!

Holding her breath she closed the door behind her, a quick glance left then right had confirmed that she was alone, and she wasn't surprised to note that in just over two years, the place hadn't changed one little bit. Okay, get to the toilets she encouraged herself and began to tip toe, it seemed like miles as the corridor stretching out into the distance. She understood that it was only nerves, and that she planned to get caught, yet her heart beat like a drum.

Almost there, she passed the passage that led left and to her old classroom, only six doors more and she would be outside the girls wash room, a place to hide for the rebellious kids, a place to smoke a sneaky cigarette through an open window, or apply a heavy layer of make-up for those playing truant to meet older boyfriends in the town. She had never been one of those kids, she had always been too scared of authority to set a foot out of place, so her current actions felt liberating. Maybe I'm doing this because I regret being so frightened before, possibly I want to get caught so that I can feel good about myself, maybe I don't simply want to get caned, I think there is more to it. Dawn moved on creeping closer to her goal, five doors, four, three, she could see the screen printed aluminium notice screwed to her target door, GIRLS it declared in bold capital letters, two doors now stood between her and safety, she hurried on, now only one, she passed, the notice read UTILITY, a room that she had never entered, always locked, but filled with only mops and brooms she had been assured by Ruth her more adventurous best friend.

She reached forward