A Fantasy Revisited

I have my first date with Doc this afternoon, following church. As such, I've chosen my outfit and my panties with great care.

It happens that the particular pair of panties I chose (a white cotton thong) bring to mind a fantasy I've long harbored.

As I revisited this fantasy this morning, I thought of Ichthy and shared it with him.

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An inherently subby and very compliant individual, I can't even begin to fantasize a starting point this, but that is neither here nor there. Not having a clear idea in my fantasy what it could possibly be, it is enough to know that I have been bad. Very, very bad.

Ichthy is in a suit, looking all authoritative and powerful. I happen to be wearing a rather short skirt and simple blouse.

Ichthy tells me what a very naughty girl I've been and how it pains him to have to go to such lengths, but nothing else has been sufficient to correct my behavior. Corporal punish is being used as his last resort.

Ichthy is sitting in a straight back wooden chair behind a large desk. There is  something very principal/student about the whole affair. "I'm going to have to put you over my knee," he tells me as he slides his chair back. "Please assume the position."

I kneel next to him and lean forward across his lap. I can feel his hard cock through his dress pants and it excites me. I'm instantly wet and I worry that my pussy juices will shortly be running down my thighs.

Very, very slowly, Ichthy raises my skirt above my hips, exposing my ass. I'm wearing a white cotton thong because though I like pretty things, deep down I really am a very good girl. I don't do naughty or dirty things on purpose. I've tried so hard to be good and do everything right and the intensity of my desire to be pure is most clearly reflected in these simple, white, cotton panties.

The dichotomy presented in the fact that these panties are a thong is a testament to the way Ichthy shakes me up inside and refuses to allow me to hide from my desires or deny their power through the use of clinical language when he makes me tell him how my body responds to him, his voice, his words.

Ichthy takes a moment to consider all of these things as he looks at my ass. then, he caresses me. He caresses my ass, stroking it lightly with his hand, trailing his fingers over my skin.

I whimper in pleasure and think perhaps he's position me in this way just to scare me. Perhaps he's decided to see if he can make me comply with just the threat of punishment.

He continues to touch and stroke my ass. It feel so good I'm beginning to relax across his lap as I whimper and gasp with quickly increasing desire.

Out of nowhere his hand strikes my ass so hard I can hear the impact of it reverberating around the room. It's stingy and powerful and my brain goes all fuzzy and I go completely quiet, and all I can think is, "Oh, God yes! MORE!" And he does give me more.

Ichthy continues to spank me, slapping each cheek in turn. This is no simple swat; no quick succession of swats. This is a spanking old-school style, when it wasn't considered so bad to leave a hand print on an ass now and again when such punishment was truly earned.

He stops spanking me and I begin to rise, thinking our time together has come to an end. "I didn't say I was finished with you," Ichthy says, using one hand to hold me torso across his lap.

My mind races as I can't even begin to imagine what he'll do next.

He begins to caress my ass again, murmuring soft words of apology for having to be so hard on me, but we both know I deserved it.

Then, he carefully pulls my thong to the side and, seeing how wet I am, he slides one finger between my labia. "Tell me how much enjoyed this," he demands, as he begins to stroke my clit.

I try to speak but all I can manage is a moan. Ichthy stops playing with my clit and instead slips one and then two fingers inside of me as he begins to finger fuck me.

I'm going to cum. I'm not going to be able to stop myself and I do not yet have Ichthy's permission to do so. "Please!" I scream in desperation.

Ichthy knows what he's done to me, how close I am, how once it starts I won't be able to stop, permission granted or not.

Immediately he withdraws his fingers and stops touching and stops touching me entirely. "Please what?" he asks. But now that his fingers are not inside of me I can think in words rather than just desperate aching images of all the things he makes me want every single time he touches me.

I take a deep breath and steel myself to tell him exactly what I want, because I know he'll make me say it baldly anyway. "Please, bend me over your desk and fuck my ass until I cum," I tell him. "And continue to finger fuck my pussy while you do so."

"Very well then," he replies. "Assume the position."

I rise, step in front of him, and lean over his desk. I hear the chair scrape the floor as Ichthy stands and moves it farther back. I hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He slowly peels my panties down my legs and leaves them around my ankles. I feel his cock against me, prodding my exposed pussy, and I'm ready to cry in frustration and deed.

"I will fuck you in the ass," Ichthy assures me. "I just need to make sure my cock is wet enough for you first." And when he's used my pussy juices, which by this point are running down my inner thighs, he spreads my ass cheeks and enters me with his cock.

I cry out in pleasure and press back, seeking to have the full length of him inside of me.

Ichthy chuckles at my eagerness before reaching around my hips and beginning to finger fuck me again while he hammers into my ass with his cock. I reach between my legs and begin to stroke my clit. "Please let me CUM!" I cry out in need.

"Now," he says to me. "Now, you may cum" And I do. Hard. Moaning and keening and crying with release.

Ichthy's own orgasm follows quickly and the feeling of his cum oozing from my ass and mixing with my own pussy juices makes me consider once again doing whatever it is that earned me this 'punishment' in the first place.