Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
In her left hand she had her handheld, and I knew from experience that on it she could see the data feed from the sensors between all our legs. She raised it up to call our attention to it.
“I want to see all these lines going up, girls, but don’t forget that you may not orgasm.”
My heart raced as I processed Miss Frieda’s command. Bend over and masturbate? In front of everyone? I glanced around the circle, seeing the same mix of shock and reluctance on the other girls’ faces.
“Now, girls,” Miss Frieda said sharply, her green eyes flashing. “I won’t tell you again.”
Slowly, hesitantly, we began to move. I turned, placing my hands on the soft mat beneath me, my bottom raised in the air. The position left me feeling horribly exposed, my freshly waxed pussy on display for the beefy, uniformed guard who waited at the door of this training room, if he cared to glance over.
“Eyes open,” Miss Frieda reminded us. “I want you looking at each other.”
I forced myself to lift my gaze, immediately locking eyes with Jenna across the circle. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her lower lip caught between her teeth. To my right, I could see Zoe, her hand already moving between her legs.
Taking a deep breath, I slid my own hand down my belly. My fingers found my clit, and I had to bite back a gasp at how sensitive it felt. Three days of constant arousal and denial had left me on a hair trigger.
“That’s it,” Miss Frieda murmured, her heels clicking on the floor as she began to circle us. “Show me how eager you are to please your future daddies.”
As I circled my clit with trembling fingers, I tried to focus on anything but the growing warmth between my legs. The smooth mat beneath my knees. The whir of the air conditioning. The quiet gasps and whimpers of the other girls around me.
But it was impossible to ignore the sensations coursing through my body. Every brush of my fingertips sent sparks of pleasure radiating outward. My nipples tightened into hard peaks, and I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs.
Miss Frieda’s heels paced around our circle, the sharp sound punctuated by the occasional beep from her handheld device. My eyes darted nervously between her stern face and the other girls’ flushed expressions.
To my left, Megan’s hips had begun to rock subtly against her hand. Her eyes were half-closed, lips parted as her breathing quickened. Across from me, Jenna’s fingers moved in quick, desperate circles.
“Remember, girls,” Miss Frieda’s voice cut through the tension, “you are not to climax. This exercise is about control and obedience.”
I bit my lip hard, trying to slow my movements. But my body seemed to have a mind of its own, chasing the pleasure that had been denied for days.
Suddenly, Miss Frieda’s pace quickened. She strode purposefully toward Zoe, whose face was contorted in a grimace of desperate concentration.
“Zoe!” Miss Frieda’s sharp voice cracked like a whip. “Hands off. Now.”
Zoe’s eyes flew open, a whimper escaping her lips as she reluctantly pulled her hand away from her glistening sex. Miss Frieda loomed over her, the punishment strap dangling ominously from her grip.
“Bend all the way over,” Miss Frieda commanded. “Present that naughty bottom of yours. The rest of you, watch carefully.”
With trembling limbs, Zoe complied, her flushed cheeks and heaving breasts betraying her arousal. Miss Frieda wasted no time. The strap whistled through the air, landing with a resounding crack against Zoe’s upturned backside.
Zoe yelped, her body jerking forward. But Miss Frieda was relentless, raining down blow after stinging blow. The room filled with the sharp sounds of leather meeting flesh and Zoe’s increasingly desperate cries.
“This is what happens to bad girls who can’t control themselves,” Miss Frieda lectured, punctuating her words with vicious strikes. “You will learn discipline, Zoe, one way or another.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. My fingers still moved between my legs, my body responding traitorously to the sight of Zoe’s punishment. The way her flesh reddened under Miss Frieda’s strap, the involuntary twitching of her little bottom… it aroused me so much that my own control gave way.
My eyes remained fixed on Zoe’s punished bottom as Miss Frieda continued her merciless assault. Each crack of the strap sent a jolt through my body, and I found my fingers moving faster against my clit. The sight of Zoe’s flesh rippling with each impact, the way her hips jerked involuntarily, the desperate whimpers escaping her lips—it all combined into a dizzying mixture of shame and arousal that flooded my senses.
I could feel the heat building between my legs, my pussy clenching and unclenching as I teetered on the edge of release. My breath came in short, sharp gasps, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. The room seemed to fade away until all I could focus on was the rhythmic slap of leather on skin and the pulsing need in my core.