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Teaching Shannon - Part 5
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The following story is purely fictional. It is copyright © 1993 by its
author, Honi Soitqui Malypense, who grants to the public the right of free
replication for non-commercial purposes only, provided that no changes are
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WARNING
This story contains profanity, sex (m/f), domination of a girl by a man, and
violence. If you do not enjoy such things, please do not read it. If you
do, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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TEACHING SHANNON
Chapter Five
Shannon worked hard the next day, and our "quiz" went much more easily for
her. Her ass was very sore, and I realized that she was not going to be able to
sit through her classes if I kept it that way, so I whipped her thighs instead.
She cried, but did not lose her grip as she had on Saturday. I congratulated her,
and laid out a schedule for getting her through her courses. Except for classes,
meals, exercise, and "quizzes", she was to spend essentially all her time studying
to pass her finals.
I got to work on her papers. My biggest problem was not to write too well;
I didn't want her professors getting suspicious. Fortunately, I had her old papers
as models, and I was soon able to produce a pair of "C" papers that she could have
written. I required her to study them, and quizzed her on them, before I let her
turn them in.
We had "quizzes" every day, and I alternated between the front and back of
her thighs. Shannon was continually sore. She got better at studying very quickly,
but she was really not too bright; though I restricted myself to the most modest
sorts of questions, I was forced to whip her at least some nearly every time. I
had to be careful not to break her skin, or we could have had serious problems.
During this period I did not push Shannon sexually or psychologically. I
needed her to concentrate on her work, and I could not punish her much more than
I was doing already. Besides, our quizzes were doing the psychological work I
needed done, habituating her to the idea that her body was mine to do with as I
would. I got a lot of blowjobs, as her soreness made Shannon an unresponsive
partner no matter what position we had sex in.
Finally it was over. I gave her an incomplete in my course, and she got a
"C" in English and a "D" in history. She was appropriately grateful, and thanked
me effusively. I made her admit that she had needed our quizzes.
We were in bed after her last final, and I was sitting on top of her, my hands
pressing her breasts together around my cock. "Come on, now, Shannon," I said
insistently, moving my fingers to pinch her nipples, "I want to be properly
thanked for whipping you." I pinched both her nipples at once, and she drew her
breath in sharply.
"Oh! Oh, thank you."
"Say `Thank you sir.'"
She looked at me with surprise; I had never insisted on this before. "Say
it," I repeated, and pinched her again, clamping down quite hard, but slowly.
"Thank you---unhh---sir," she breathed as her body twitched from the
compression of her nipples, and then a long "ohhh..." as I let them expand again.
I felt a tingle in my balls at the sound, and a rush of pure lust ran from there
to my brain. My breathing became quicker, and a little pre-cum showed on the
end of my cock.
"I'm going to tit-fuck you, Shannon," I said, and pressed her tits together
around my cock again. Her hands reached up to help, and I began fucking her.
After a moment I stopped. Her eyes flew open.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," I answered. I reached into my bedside table and brought out a
tube of K-Y jelly. I rubbed it between her breasts and returned to my position
atop her. She sighed again and stroked my cock as it slid along her chest.
"Press them together, Shannon," I said. "Make your tits a cunt for me." Her
hands came up and pushed her tits together around my cock. They were big enough
to envelop it completely. I began fucking her, first slowly, then faster. It was
much easier now with the K-Y, and the sensation was beginning to get to me.
"Harder," I ordered, speeding up, "press them harder." She pushed a little more,
and made a little noise of unhappiness. "No," I said, my voice, as usual, hoarse,
"Hard! I don't care if it hurts." She went a little farther, and I began to yell
at her as I abandoned myself to the orgasm, fucking frenziedly. "Harder, goddamn
it, harder! Make it hurt! I want to hear you cry, you bitch, you cunt, you
goddamned cunt." I heard a little cry escape her as she pressed her tits together
hard. "Oh, oh! Oh god, keep it there. Oh, yes, oh yes, oh shit I'm coming." I
came hard, my cum squirting up onto her neck and face, still yelling. "Harder,
you bitch, harder, oh god... ." I pulled loose from her tits and gave her my cock
to suck. She took it in her mouth, but was unable to get more than a few drops.
I wiped the cum from her neck and let her lick it off my fingers. When we were
done we lay silent for a few minutes, and then Shannon asked a question.
"Umm---can I ask you a question?"
"Yes." She turned onto her side, but I didn't move to face her.
"Why do you like to hurt me? I mean, why does it make you hard?"
"Hmm. I've actually thought a good deal about that," I answered. Now I did
turn to face her. "I've been having fantasies of hurting and humiliating women
since I was about thirteen. When it started, I didn't think about it much, and
then later I thought I must be a misogynist, but now I don't think so."
"A mis...what?"
"Oh, sorry. A misogynist, someone who hates women. I don't think I am
one, because I don't have any desire to hurt women to whom I'm not attracted
sexually. That is, if I hate women, I certainly don't hate all women. It has
occurred to me, of course, that if I'm not sexually attracted to someone then
I can't think of her as a woman, and then maybe the definition would apply
again... ."
"Huh?" I had lost her, musing aloud.
"Never mind. Anyway, I don't think I hate women; I don't even think I hate
you. I just get off on hurting you."
"But how come?"
"I think the answer has at least two parts. The first has to do with
ownership." I reached out and stroked her hair, then brought her mouth to mine.
After the kiss I said, "I don't want to lecture you... . Well...okay. The only
comprehensible theory of ownership I ever heard was that you only really truly own
something if you are free to destroy it. I don't want to destroy you, but the
idea is the same: you're really mine if I can do whatever I like with you." I
glanced over at her, but she wasn't looking at me, so I couldn't see her
expression. I grabbed her upper arm and squeezed it, and again brought her to me
for a kiss, a more passionate one this time. I was getting reheated; my cock was
already half hard. I ran my fingernails lightly down her back. She shuddered,
and I remembered that she had not yet come. I leaned back and continued my
lecture, caressing her the while.
"The second part of the answer has to do with domination. Most sex, at least
good sex, is about domination, one partner dominating the other. I am definitely
a dominant type, and so I need a submissive partner. You, on the other hand---"
My hand brushed her left breast, and her nipple stiffened. I moved closer to her,
my hand sliding slowly down toward her crotch. I whispered the last phrase in her
ear, punctuating it with kisses. "---are very much the submissive type. You
see---" My cock was hard again now, and both of us were breathing hard. "---sex
wouldn't be any good for you unless you understood implicitly that I was in
control." I pinched her nipple hard as I said the last word. She gasped and
brought her face up to mine.
"Oh god yes," she said. My finger entered her cunt, and she cried out.
"Oh yes, oh god, oh fuck me baby oh fuck me." She began fucking my hand, but I
pulled it part way out.
"Say `please'," I breathed.
"Please, Please," she said, seeking my finger with her cunt.
"No," I said, still in control, "say `please master fuck me'."
"Oh, god, I want it. Unhh---please, master, fuck me, please."
"Good girl." I put my middle finger in her cunt and bent my thumb to rub
against her clit. She began bucking and thrusting against my hand, and emitting
little cries of pleasure.
"Oh god, oh shit, oh baby, oh god oh god... ." She wrapped her arms around
my neck and came, crying out louder than she had done since the first time we had
fucked. I hoped it was the circumstances, and not that she liked my finger better
than my cock. She kept her arms around me and her face against my shoulder after
she had come, and in a moment I felt wetness on my chest. She was crying, and
again I knew why. I held her close, my right arm around her back.
"There, there," I murmurred, "it's okay. It's perfectly normal." Shannon
said nothing, but kept crying for quite some time, after which she lay silent, my
arm still around her.
After about twenty minutes I realized that I was not yet satisfied. We had
been having ordinary sex for too long, and I needed violence. I began to caress
Shannon again, running my fingernails up and down her back and playing with her
breasts, still slippery with K-Y. Her nipples hardened and she began to breathe
faster as my hand went between her legs. When my finger entered her cunt again
she began to moan, and her hips began to rotate. Her arms went around my neck
again, and she began to breathe in my ear, "Yes, yes, oh yes, oh yes, unhhh... ."
I had other things in mind, however, and withdrew my finger.
"No, Shannon, that's not what I want now. I want something new." I ran my
hand back up to her breasts and rubbed my middle finger in the jelly between them.
"Turn over," I ordered, pulling at her shoulder. She looked at me, her eyes wide.
I repeated, "Turn over," and she turned slowly over. I reached down and ran my
finger up the crack of her ass, and she shivered. I found the entrance with my
finger, and began to shove it in, my cock stiff as a rod as I thought about what
I was about to do. I had fantasized about fucking a woman in the ass for years,
and I could hardly believe that it was finally going to happen. My cock brushed
against Shannon's side, and I felt the slippery pre-cum on its end.
Shannon wriggled and moaned as my finger went in, and I could tell that she
found it uncomfortable. When it got all the way in, she was bucking slightly as
though trying to get it out. I left it still for a moment, then began slowly
moving it in and out, fucking her with it. She made a little noise and moved up
on the bed to get away from it, but I grabbed her hair. "No, bitch," I said
harshly, "stay still. This is nothing; wait till you feel my cock in your ass."
She wriggled harder, and I withdrew my finger. When I leaned over to get the K-Y,
Shannon tried to turn over. "Turn over!" I said, "Get your ass in the air." She
whimpered and pawed at me, trying to embrace me, but I turned her over roughly.
"Do you want me to spank it before I fuck it?" I asked.
"No," she whispered. I smeared more K-Y on my fingers and reached for her
ass again, this time pushing two fingers in up to the the first knuckle. She
cried out now, and said, "It hurts, it hurts. Please, I'm afraid of this,
please."
"Yes," I said, "Yes, I know it hurts." I put my arm across her back to hold
her in place and slowly pushed my knuckles past her sphincter. She twisted around
and tried to dislodge my hand with hers. I pulled my hand out and said, "Okay,
bitch, that's enough. You asked for it." I sat up and threw my leg over the
small of her back. She understood what was coming.
"No, no, I'll be good. Please, no." I ignored her and brought my hand down
hard on her ass. "No, no," she cried, "I'll be good, really, really, don't spank
me, oh, ohhhh... ."
"You should have thought of that before, bitch," I replied, and brought my
hand down again. A satisfying red patch appeared on her left cheek, and my cock
swelled to even greater stiffness. Shannon began to cry.
"Oh god I love spanking you," I said in a whisper. I began spanking in
earnest, and Shannon cried harder. I did not go on long, however; the sight of
Shannon's ass, red and quivering with each stroke, was too much for me to bear.
I soon climbed down and lay beside her, pushing her up to face me. Her face
was wet with tears.
"Are you ready to behave now?" I asked hoarsely.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Apologize," I ordered.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I'm sorry, sir," I insisted.
She repeated it meekly. "I'm sorry, sir."
"Now turn over."
"Yes, sir." She turned over, exposing her now red but still beautiful ass.
I smeared K-Y on my cock, and climbed between her legs, dizzy with lust, a noise
like the rushing wind in my ears. I kneaded her ass cheeks for a minute, my
cock jerking up and down with anticipation. Finally I took my cock in my hand
and ran it up her crack. When I found her asshole, I pushed the tip of my cock
in.
"Oh!" she cried. I pushed in a little farther, and Shannon began to
complain. "Oh! Oh, it hurts. Oh god, no, no farther, no, please, oh no,
please." She was crying again, and her hands came around to push me away.
"Oh yes," I said, my voice full of need, "Oh yes, Shannon. I'm going to fuck
your ass, your beautiful ass, oh god, oh, god. I've waited long enough for this,
I'm not waiting any longer." I pushed myself in farther, and Shannon began to
make little squeaking noises of pain. My cock was so stiff that the area just
behind the glans was actually numb.
"Please no, please, you're hurting me, please," she cried. Her entreaties
only made me hotter, and I pushed in more. Though I was crazy with desire, I did
not want to damage her, so I was taking it slowly. Nevertheless she howled with
pain.
"Oh, god, you're too big, you're killing me, please stop, please stop." She
tried to turn over, bringing my cock nearly all the way out.
"I will kill you if you don't hold still," I growled. I pushed her shoulders
down hard on the bed and put my hand on the back of her neck. "I'll fuckin' kill
you, bitch, I'll kill you." I pushed myself back in to about the level I had
reached before, Shannon crying out and shaking with pain. I had to stop moving
for a minute to keep myself from coming; then I began fucking her ass, slowly,
controlling the depth of my penetration by keeping my left foot flat on the
mattress with my knee bent. I kept it up for a few minutes, trying to let her
get used to the sensation. Then I let her rest, my cock still inside her. Her
shoulders shook as she cried into the pillow.
I knew I could not wait much longer, even without moving. Shannon's ass was
the tightest, hottest place my cock had ever been. The white noise in my head
grew louder, and I reached underneath Shannon to grab her tits. I squeezed and
kneaded them for a minute, and then could wait no longer. I squeezed her tits
hard and pulled them downward as I hunched myself up suddenly, pushing all the
way into her ass. As I felt my balls touch her ass Shannon screamed briefly,
and the sound drove me into a frenzy. My hands moved to her shoulders, and I
began fucking her wildly, my head spinning as my cock moved in and out, my hips
thrusting hard against her ass. I heard Shannon crying out as I drove against
her, but I could not listen; I wanted only to shoot my cum into her beautiful
white ass.
It did not take long. Shannon screamed as I bucked like a horse, my
fingernails cutting into her shoulders, trying to drive my whole pelvis into her
asshole. The feeling of my balls slapping against her ass made me grimace with
pleasure, and my cock was so hard that I could not think of it as a part of me.
My cum shot out with such force that I was sure she would taste it in her mouth,
a cum and shit cocktail. It was the best orgasm I had ever had.
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