Pigtail Tales Part 3
This story is the follow up to "Pigtails." and "Pigtails and punishment." It is easily read on it's own but if you want to read similar stories along this theme feel free to read the other two chapters mentioned, thank you.
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I know I shouldn't be here right now, fingers buried between my sweet pussy folds, my eyes trained upon the video playing across my computer screen. I know I should be cleaning and tidying and not masturbating, but when I get that tingling feeling in my pussy I can't concentrate on anything else until it is appeased. My husband would not be happy, I'm supposed to be saving myself for him, building up the desire and waiting for him to fulfil my need.
I've managed it for two days so far, but I was more than a little bit pissed off last night when he came home from a late meeting and went straight to bed! So today I have changed into my schoolgirl uniform, ready for my husband's home coming so he'll not be able to resist giving me some relief!
The only problem being that the swish of my pigtails as I move, the constriction of my tight white top squeezing my boobs and sweeping over my nipples has gotten me so hot that my mind is filled with lust and the husband is late coming home. So here I am, watching a naughty young lady being spanked with a ruler over the teachers desk, her skirt flicked up, her panties around her knees, her bottom already ruddy pink from her punishment and the close up shots showing the juices already slick on her inner thighs.
My thighs are just as slick, if not slicker in fact, I can feel an orgasm just a quick finger stroke away, when suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder, making me jump and yelp,
"And what do you think you're doing?"
Kev is standing directly behind me, he spins the black office chair round so I am facing him, the file still playing on the computer screen behind me.
"Erm, Research?" I smile at him cheekily, my cheeks red with the thrill and embarrassment of being caught.
"I think you were masturbating! Were you?" His fingers tap out a rhythm on the back of my chair, and I know he is annoyed at me for not doing as we arranged,
"No, no, no, no. I wasn't masturbating, I was just researching new ideas in school uniform, Sir."
I drop my gaze to the floor, where my toe dances nervously in a figure of eight, the knee high sock slipped down to mid calf.
"Stand up!" he barks and I respond without thought, knowing not to mess with him any further.
"Bend over!" He turns me round to face the computer screen then presses down on the small of my back till I bend over, resting my hands on the edge of the desk, Just in front of the keyboard.
With one easy motion he flicks up my skirt and tuts loudly,
"Still not wearing knickers! Slut. I see I shall have to buy you some, or you'll always be walking around bare arsed under your shorter than regulation skirt!"
Silence falls and I hold my breath, letting it out in a long drawn out moan as his finger slides down the centre of my moist crack,
"Liar!" He roars and brings his hand down on my buttock hard, once, twice and again in quick succession making me yelp and flinch.
"You are such a slut, you couldn't even wait two days for your carnal pleasures could you, slut." He emphasises the word slut, with a hard slap across my tingling butt flesh, making my pussy ooze yet more of it's juices down my already sticky thighs.
Rolling my eyes I can look up to the action carrying on, on screen, the clip has returned to the beginning and the teacher has just pulled down the young porn star's panties and has raised the ruler into the air, readying it to drop onto her fat, juicy buttocks.
"Now, that is a good idea!" Kev chuckles and then rummages in the desk drawer beside me, I grip the cool, smooth edge tighter as I realise what is to come.
The snap of the hard stiff wooden ruler on my backside is like nothing I have ever felt before, the intense stripe of pain makes me squeal and the second, laid almost on top of the first, makes me yell out my discomfort.