He said: Amber Gets it in the End

Amber was becoming one of the biggest discipline problems I have to deal with. She almost never attends class and often dresses totally inappropriately. I had been informed that the caretaker had caught her smoking a joint behind the school and when he had told her he was going to inform me she had offered to give him a blow job if he'd keep his mouth shut. I couldn't call her parents because she over 18, officially an "adult" student because she had failed so many courses.

She flounced into my office and dropped into my chair. White blouse tied under her impressive breasts, short plaid skirt, the very picture of a naughty schoolgirl. I knew that if I didn't get the situation under control her behaviour would become more disruptive. As I closed my office door I instructed the secretary that I should not be disturbed.

Amber had her feet on my desk and was chewing gum, acting like the insolent little bitch she was. I surprised her by grabbing her shoulder simultaneously ordering her and pulling her out of the chair and leaning her over the edge of my desk. I flipped up her skirt and gave her three good hard smacks on each ass cheek. Her sharp intake of breath showed that I had gotten her attention. After a few more smacks on each cheek my hand was getting sore I decided it was time to switch to the riding crop. I pulled down her panties and she meekly lifted each foot as I commanded her to facilitate me removing her panties. I cropped each cheek but she didn't make a sound. She was a tough one. As I continued to crop her bare ass I told her that good girls get fucked in the pussy and bad girls get fucked in the ass. Time for another change, I put down the crop and removed my belt which I applied to her red butt cheeks.

With my belt off it was a simple matter to drop my pants and move to her head. Grabbing her hair I told her to suck my cock so it was good and hard. She complied with my instructions, opening her mouth and sucked me like the slutty schoolgirl she was. While she sucked I squirted some lube on her ass and worked first one, then two and finally three fingers into her backside all the while telling her how a bad girl like her deserved to get fucked in the ass. When my cock was as hard as a poker I removed my fingers from her ass and moved between her spread legs. I told her to spread her cheeks for me as I rolled on a condom and lubed up my cock. I pressed the head of my cock on her pucker and pushed forward.  It slipped easily into her ass. I looked down and saw her hands clench as she softly said "It hurts". At first I thought it was part of the role play but then I realized that V had broken character. I held steady to allow her to relax and after a few moments she gave me the all clear. I pumped her ass with vigour while she moaned and writhed below me as I told her what a nasty slut she was and that if she wanted to get fucked in the pussy she needed to improve her behaviour. I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts and rolled down her bra, twisting her nipples. After a few minutes of ass fucking and breast abuse I couldn't hold back any longer and came.

Afterwards as V and I cleaned up we decided that her schoolgirl outfit had come in quite handy for helping to pass the time while her piercing healed and her whohaw was off limits. We both agreed that it was our most successful role play to date.

She said:The Naughty Schoolgirl

I was dressed for the part.  Short sleeved white shirt, open and tied just below my breasts, cleavage bared; very short plaid skirt, barely covering my white-cotton-pantied bottom.  White stay-up stockings with bows at the tops and sensible black shoes completed the outfit.  I wandered down the hall, chewing my gum, my face the picture of bored indifference.  I knocked on the door marked "Principal's Office".

"Come in." I heard faintly from inside.

I walked in and plopped down in the guest chair, propping my feet up on the desk.  I looked at him enquiringly, taking in his stern disposition.

"I've been expecting you Amber Aslut (like ass-slut).  Mr. Johnson, the caretaker, has been here and told me what he caught you doing outside. " 

"The name's Aslut (like az-loo).  It's French."

I looked him in the eye as he continued, "He even told me that you offered to perform...."  Here he broke off, clearly uncomfortable.  He rose from his chair and cleared his throat before proceeding - "...oral sex...on him if he didn't report you.  Your behaviour, Miss, is unacceptable."

"Whatever."  Like smoking a joint was the end of the world.  I can't believe that caretaker would rather report me than get sucked off.  I continued to be more interested in chewing my gum than anything the Principal had to say, despite the fact that he towered over me beside the chair now.  He rapped his hand on the desk beside me to get my attention and instructed me to throw my gum out, motioning toward the waste basket. I removed the gum from my mouth and stuck it to the bottom of his desk, before looking up defiantly.

Exasperated, he grabbed me by the upper arm and pulled me up out of the chair. "You're going to be sorry you did that, Amber.  Your attitude is disgusting and you need to be taught a lesson."  He bent me over the side of his desk and administered four or five sound spanks to my unseasoned ass.  Outraged and determined not to let him get the better of me, I rudely asked, "Done now?"

Apparently not.  He reached for a nearby crop and proceeded to deal blow after blow to my ass.  The pain was intense, but I refused to cry out.  Asking if I was learning my lesson, I muttered, “Fuck you.”  I suppose he heard, since he eschewed the crop for the belt he pulled free of his own pants and resumed the lashes.  Brandishing it between strokes as he lectured me on my “slutty” ways, he became suddenly quiet.

Slipping his fingers in the waist band of my panties, he pulled them down to my ankles, then ordered me to lift one foot, then the other to step out of them.  Worried now, I asked what he was going to do.  I heard the sound of his zipper as he came across to the side of the desk.  “I think the best lesson I can teach you will involve making you a member of the ‘Principal’s Club”.

“What’s that?”, I asked warily.

“Something I reserve for only the hardest cases - I’m going to fuck your ass, young lady.” 

I whimpered and started to cry.  Downing his pants and guiding his cock with one hand, he fisted my hair and forced my mouth to his cock with the other.  “Suck my cock and make me hard.”


My neck strained as I tried to comply.  Not wanting to increase his ire, I tried to pull back slightly to ease my neck, but continued to lick and run my tongue around the head of his cock.  That didn't work for long, as he would pull me back in and admonish me each time.  He finally decided he was hard enough.  He squirted some lube on his fingers and lubed up my ass, then made me watch as he lubed up his cock.  He then stepped around behind me and holding me down with one hand, guided his hard cock into my virgin ass with the other.


"It hurts!  Wait!", I cried out. "Amber" was scared but defiant and very tense.  "I" really needed to relax, but we were so immersed into the characters that I didn't even think to use our safeword.  Finally L realized that it was me, V, that needed him to stop for a moment.  I took a few deep breaths and felt the tension of being Amber melt away.  I didn't even say anything to L, he felt it too and knew it was okay to go ahead.  Gripping my hips, he pressed into my ass.  Comfortable now, I ground myself back into him and met him stroke for stroke.  It was fucking awesome.  I was so wet, my juices were running down my thighs and soon after muttering how tight my ass was, L came.


As he pulled out, he laughed.  "What's so funny, Sir?", I asked.  


He walked around the side of the desk I was still sprawled over.  "I think that was the best role play fun we've ever had."  I have to agree.

L's NPotW - Peekaboo

You probably have already read V's post about getting pierced. V likes to keep her coochie hairless so the three weeks of vertical clit hood piercing healing have been agony to her, not because she had any pain, but because our friendly neighbourhood piercer banned any visits to the waxer! I had to really Dom down on V, not only insisting that I would be posting a pic of her clit piercing, but also talking her off the ledge because the picture included a little bit of hair - it's not that bad.  My cock has made numerous appearances on the blog, but this is V's coochie debut!

V says: Holy crap!  I've been hairless for so many years, I had no idea I have some grey pubes!

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We said: Thank You!

“The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter.

The rules are stated below.
*Thank the person who presented you with the award.
*Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.
*Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 250 words or less.
*Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.
*Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.
*Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog."

Recently we received the TMI Blog Award from the author of A Husband of Two Sexual Minds. It was completely unexpected, but at the same time, very appreciated - thank you!  L and I have never been nominated for or awarded any kind of Blog Award before and we're quite thrilled about it.  We're quite proud of our little blog, but we're also realistic - our content is not appealing to everyone.  Yes, we are a Sex Blog, but we are also part of that subset that are identified as Infidelity Blogs and I've definitely read numerous comments on other blogs about their distaste for that type of situation.  One blogger even felt it necessary to advise me that she wouldn't be "following" our blog in return (when I started to follow hers), for that very reason.  By and large, that kind of reaction has been very minimal however and we have greatly enjoyed and appreciated the support and camaraderie of our fellow bloggers and their comments to the blog and we'd like to take this opportunity to thank you also. We write the blog as an outlet for ourselves - it's not like we can share the enormous enjoyment we get from each other with friends and family. All the same, we do greatly enjoy reading your comments and feedback.

Now we're supposed to share an awkward and embarrassing story in 250 words or less.  Very difficult.  Not only are there so many great stories I could tell you about that would fit the bill, but also because I tend to be rather verbose, it's going to be a struggle to come in under 250 words!  I guess I make up in writing for what I don't do verbally!  After discussing with L, we decided on this incident:

L and I had had an evening with our rope friends and were heading back home. We had left one vehicle in a mall parking lot and we had driven into the city together. I find playing with rope an extremely sensual and arousing thing and it's truly difficult to say goodnight to L and head home without some kind of sexual interaction. It's even harder to lie in bed alone at the end of the night and think about his hands and the rope sliding over my body....anyway...back to the point. I wanted to suck L's cock while we were driving home, but since there was a lot of traffic despite the hour, we decided to wait. Back at the mall lot, I quickly took him into my mouth. L is in charge of paying attention to the surroundings while I do my thing, so when he said that someone was pulling into the lot, I judged his voice for urgency. Since there was none, I continued. By the time he communicated to me that it was a police car and that the officer had gotten out of his vehicle and was approaching ours, there was no time for me to make it appear that things weren't as they appeared. I was acutely embarrassed as L lowered his window and talked to the cop who chastised us not only about our actions, but even mentioning that "at our age" we should know better. I'm deeply ashamed to this day - not for my actions, but that I buried my face in L's shoulder while he held me and dealt with the cop alone - I feel like I let him down by not accepting my share of the blame, which was considerable. Months have passed and though I’ve tried, I’m still unable to write a post about this incident – I find it far too upsetting. Awkward?  I think so.  Embarrassing?  You bet!

The next thing we're supposed to do is the most difficult task of all.  We are supposed to choose 5-10 other blogs deserving of this award.  I'm a voracious reader and in addition to other reading I do, I follow over 150 blogs.  L follows just over 100 and though some of those overlap with mine, many don't.  I review my blogroll every couple of months.  I remove defunct blogs and regularly add new (to me) blogs of interest which I often find by exploring the blogrolls of my favourite blogs, so my list is freshened up often.  The five blogs from my roll alone that I would have chosen for this Award have all already been recipients from other bloggers in recent weeks, so we've decided to forego this part of the exercise, satisfied that we wouldn't be shortchanging anyone.  The fact is that if you are on my blogroll, then I find your blog a great read and thanks should go to all of you for keeping me entertained and inspired.

TMI Tuesday - 4/24

S-E-X, Again! 

 This week’s TMI Tuesday questions are on a subject near and dear to our hearts (and some other body parts, too). It’s all about SEX!…Yes, again.

1. What is your sexual personality?
a. The Controller – initiating sex, twisting your lover into positions you want, and driving scene play by play b. Sex Slave – You love to be used and at the mercy of your lover. You don’t initiate but follow and do as you are told. You love to be used.
c. Daredevil – Sexual adventure and sexual thrills are what you are all about. You get off on the risk factor. d. Subdued – Sex is a necessary part of the relationship so you are available when needed.
If I had only to choose from these options, I am mostly b although I can be a little bit of a and c from time to time.

2. How many times have you sneaked away from party guests to have sex in another part of the party venue. Where did you sneak to? Were you ever caught? For example, at a wedding reception you sneaked to have sex in the coat room. At a party, you sneaked to have sex in a bathroom or closet.
I've been at a public event and felt like doing this, but have never actually done it.

3. Your sex partner that you are mad crazy for has requested you do one of the following, which one would you grant consent to do:
a. Bondage/light restraint with your hands, legs tied while having sex
b. A sexual spanking that leaves light marks
c. Record the two of you having sex
d. Have sex in a mirrored room where you can see yourselves having sex from every angle
L may do any of these things and more, because I trust him implicitly.  No other sex partner I've had has ever been able to garner that level of trust, however.  If that level of trust wasn't there, then I'd have to choose d.  It seems to be the option that allows me to rescind the least amount of control while also allowing for the least possibility of coming back to bite me in the ass.

4. Do you act out your sexual fantasies (select one)? Why?
a. I act out all of my fantasies.
b. I act out many of my fantasies.
c. I act out some of my fantasies.
d. I act out very few of my fantasies.
e. I don’t act out any of my fantasies.
f. I don’t have any fantasies.
L and I share our fantasies with each other.  This doesn't mean that we run out and try and reproduce each others' fantasies, but it does often allows us to extrapolate and foresee similar situations that may also fulfill that fantasy.  There are also times when a situation comes up that allows us to do something to incorporate a fantasy.  Some fantasies are not to be acted on - they are too dangerous, are physically or logistically impossible, cross a line or are possibly not to the others' taste.  However, there's nothing wrong with acting out our fantasies sometimes too.  I'll go with c.

5. How important is sex in your life (select one)?
a. I could hardly survive without it.
b. It is very important.
c. It is somewhat important.
d. I could live without it.
e. If it were up to me, sex wouldn’t even exist!
While I'm inclined to go with a, I have gone years without sex and survived.  Though at times, it was very difficult for me, I know it's possible for me to survive without it, though I'd never want to do that again.  Aw, heck...I'm going with a after all.  I'm a greedy slut!

Bonus: Finish the following phrase. Sex is AWESOME!!

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She said: V is for VCH

Well, I finally went and did it. For the longest time, I've been toying with the idea of getting some kind of genital piercing or another tattoo...or both. I was already both pierced and tattooed (though very discreetly, for the most part) so I guess it wasn't much of a stretch either way, except that if any of my family found out, they'd be scandalized. They already view me as the wayward child and surely any additional fodder to add to that view would not bode well for me, either with the parents or my immediate family.

Last year, L and I went to a tattoo parlour, rough drawing and ideas in hand and discussed a tattoo for me, but I was not happy with the resultant drawing or the pressure to proceed and opted to "think about it" to get out of there. I ultimately decided to put that idea aside for now and get a piercing instead. I researched different types of piercings, how they could affect stimulation for both L and I, healing times and various other aspects and narrowed the choices down to two options - either a Triangle or a Vertical Clitoral Hood (VCH) piercing. Nearly everyone can support a VCH, but ones anatomy has to be just so in order to be able to accommodate a Triangle piercing.

Next step was to find a place to do it. I wanted a piercer with a good reputation and lots of experience. Who would think that could be so difficult! I searched and searched both online, in FetLife and through word of mouth and only one name came up multiple times. Six. That's his name. I called and chatted with him, asking questions I already knew the answers to just to feel him out. He was articulate, intelligent and more than willing to answer all my questions fully and consult with me prior to doing the deed...AND he discouraged me from proceeding if I wasn't absolutely certain. I liked him already.

Now to get things sorted with L. I had mentioned to L about wanting the piercing before and he had been finding pics and information for me online while I was researching and in true L fashion, he was as interested in the process and finding someone reputable for me as I was. We talked about possible negative effects of the piercing with our interactions with each other, not to mention abstaining for several weeks during the healing time. When everything was aligned and I was completely satisfied that we had worked things out, I went back to him and explained that I was certain I wanted to proceed and that now that my mind was made up, I didn't want to wait...I wanted to do it as soon as possible....AND I wanted him to come with me. He gave me a couple dates and time ranges on those days that would work for him, since we had to do this during the daytime hours, and I called to make my appointment.

Six was very accommodating, making my consult and piercing appointments at the same time, rather than having to travel to his studio twice, as it would be about a 40 minute drive for us. L and I drove down, found parking and arrived at the studio just a couple minutes past our appointment time. Traffic was bearable, but finding parking had been a bit of a struggle and I also had an unfortunate run-in with the parking machine!

A young man came over and introduced himself as Alex, Six's apprentice, and asked if it would be okay if he came into the room with us to observe and learn. I agreed that that would be fine, joking that I hoped he appreciated my alacrity, as I don't show my girly bits to "just anyone". I was asked to disrobe from the waist down and lie on the examination table. Six and Alex then proceeded to inspect my bits to determine if my anatomy would support one or both of the piercings I was interested in having. At one point I glanced down and it was more than a little disconcerting to see only the tops of their two heads bent over as they got up close and personal with my clit. Since he was in teaching mode, I got to listen to Six explain the different approaches they could take to do the Triangle piercing, then in each case, to explain further why each wouldn't work with my personal anatomy. He then went on to the same process with reference to the VCH piercing, however with a positive end result. I could accommodate it.

While they gathered the items required to perform the piercing, I completed the waiver form. I could tell I was nervous because I was very silly and chatty, making jokes about the many statements I had to read and initial, including asking if I had to use my real name, lamenting that if they screwed up I'd have no legal recourse, etc. I passed the completed form back and then waited the interminable seven minutes while all the tools and components were sterilized in the mini-autoclave. Finally, it was time.

Before laying back on the table, I explained to Six that I'm a big fan of the "one-two-three-DO IT!" methodology. He countered that by explaining that he's a fan of the breathing method and that when he says it's time, I'm to take a deep breath and then exhale as he pierces. Seems we have the same method, just call it something different. :) During the 1-2-3, I breath in deeply then exhale to work through the pain of.....whatever. Works great for waxing and beatings...why not piercings?

I lay back down on the table. L took my hand in both of his - very comforting and supportive of me always. There was lots of uncomfortable poking going on - it felt like he was poking my clit with a very sharp needle....which in retrospect was probably not far from the truth. Six explained that lining things up could cause a bit of discomfort. I wanted to ask L to talk to me to focus me elsewhere, but I didn't want to be a wuss. Instead I asked for - and got - a kiss. When Six was ready to go, he told me to take a deep breath and I experienced a mild panic and a sudden revisiting of whether I should do this or not. I asked him to hang on a sec, gathered myself and then gave the okay.

I took a deep breath in, then exhaled it fairly quickly, assuming that the piercing tube would be through in just one or two seconds. This was not a good assumption and I wished I had asked about this when we talked earlier - it seems I ran out of breath before I ran out of pain to process. It actually took more like 5 or 6 seconds and I likened the pop I experienced as the tube went through the far end to the feeling of a dull awl pushing through old shoe leather. I am no longer a tender young chicken, but I certainly didn't expect that! I have to say I was more than a little disappointed in myself that I needed to emit a clenched-jawed sustained growl for the the remaining 3 seconds it took to complete the bore. 

Once it was all done with the jewelry in place, I experienced such a sense of euphoria! I remember telling L how excited and happy I was that I had done it. I have to say that the piercing has been unbelievably great to live with during the healing process. Not only do I absolutely love, love, love the way it looks, but from the moment the tube popped through to now, there has been no pain whatsoever - not even any residual soreness. I had been concerned with parking too far from the shop, but experienced no issues walking or moving around afterward at all. Sitting...standing...walking...it's all good!  I'm very excited for the healing period to be over so that I can test drive it with L to see if it makes any difference to either of us, good or bad.  I'm hoping it's something we'll both enjoy.

L's NPotW - Bottoms Up!

I debated on whether to post this one or not. Do you think I have old man balls?

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