Just My Random Perverted Thoughts

Chatting with TW about various play scenarios she revealed that her really hot fantasy is the risk of being caught during alfresco play. Mix in some bondage, spanking and humiliation for the perfect scene.

I remembered a footpath down by the river, so I took another look. I thought that I could make it work so I took TW for a walk by the river.

There’s a small ash tree just off the path, nearly, but note quite, hidden from view. As we approached I grabbed TW’s arm and pulled her over to the tree. I leant against her pinning her to the tree. I took some tape from my pocket and taped her to the tree. I wound the tape around her shoulders and around the tree; then around her ankles and the tree. I lifted her dress and pulled her knickers down. More tape held her wrists to her waist and the hem of the dress up. I took out my knife and cut through her knickers and pulled them off and stuffed them in her mouth. More tape gagged her mouth shut. Four reels of tape and she was helpless.

I wandered off looking for some coppiced ash or hazel, I wanted a thin whippy switch. Funny how you can never find just the right switch when you want one. I did eye up some stinging nettles but changed my mind. Eventually I did find a suitable coppiced hazel and cut two switches, one thin and one slightly thicker.

Back at the tree TW was trying to look around but the tape held her firm. I slapped her bottom with my hand a few times then applied the first switch. Thin and whippy; I slashed it across her bum a dozen times. The skin turned a delicate pink. She shuddered and writhed with each stroke. I discarded the thin switch in favour of the thicker one and gave her six hard strokes. It left six stripes on her bottom.

I removed the tape from her face and pulled her knickers out of her mouth. She was breathing hard.
“Listen.” She said, “I can hear voices, someone is coming.”
I turned around and looked down the path.
“Let me go please.” she pleaded.
I could see a couple being taken for a walk by a large dog. The dog was pulling them along the path as they called out to him to heel. Fat chance. The couple were walking away from us, so if they had seen anything it was already too late. No need to tell TW…
“No, you can stay put.”
“Please let me go, you’re not playing fair.”
“No!” I glanced over my shoulder, feigning concern that fast disappearing dog walkers might see.
“You bastard, you’re enjoying this.” She looked daggers at me.
I picked up the thin switch and I slashed her across the bum six times. She screamed out loud.
“How DARE you call me a bastard.”
“Sorry but..”
I ran my hand between her legs, she was slick. I rubbed gently for a while then stopped.
“Oh.. you stopped.”
“Want me to continue?”
She nodded.
The voices of the dog walkers returned. She looked scared. I stood in front of her and gently rubbed her cunt as the voices grew louder. I expected a cold wet nose to make an inquisitive intrusion at any moment. The voices faded. TW was shaking and squirming as I rubbed. She gasped and moaned and shuddered as she lost control. My hand was soaked.
“Lick my fingers.”
I held my hand up to her mouth, she licked.
Slowly I pulled the tape away, releasing her in stages until she was free. She tugged at the hem of her dress to hide her bare bum.
She lent against me and nuzzled up to my neck, kissing me gently.
“Shall we find a more secluded place to continue?” She suggested. “I want to do stuff to you now…”

Regular reader will recall that I was persuaded, against my own better judgment, to try an afternoon of School Play. So a few days back I went back to school. It did not go well…

First problem was I did not have a complete uniform. I had the shirt, trousers and socks but I lacked the tie. I had a tie but I gave it to Naughty Eliot. So I wore a ‘Denis the Menace’ tie instead.

The school is in a friend of OO’s and TW’s garage. All set out as a 1960 style schoolroom. Blackboard, desks, chairs, the whole thing. One teacher, five girls and two boys arrived for lessons. Maths and English.

The other boy, who I guess was about 35 to 40 years old was a total swot. He even looked a swot. Pens in his shirt pocked, he had a slide rule for the maths and a huge English dictionary for the English.

The other three girls (apart from TW and OO) were thirty something, kitted out in pleated skirts and while blouses with regulation school ties, white socks, the whole thing. One even has a satchel. These guys take this seriously. My first reaction was what the fuck am I doing here, I HATE school scenes. However I was determined to play along and not spoil it for the others.

I got into trouble in the first few minutes for incorrect uniform, teacher, I’ll call her BBB (Big blond and busty!) smacked my bum with a slipper, over my trousers, half a dozen times for not having a tie.

We started with maths. I am good at maths. The Swot was good at maths. The girls were not. Logarithms. Ever done logarithms, multiplication and division with log tables? Tedious in the extreme. Much to my surprise I got them all right. Who’s the swot now? The girls just cheated, used their cellphone calculators, passed each other notes, and generally messed around. By the end of maths they had all been slippered several times, over their knickers. Swot got most of it correct as well. We exchanged smug smiles as the girls got spanked. OO was bottom of the class and had the cane over her knickers.

A short break while we chatted and had tea and biscuits, but still in character.

Then English. My English is OK I suppose. Precis and dictation. Not good, not good at all. Big failing of pen and paper is there is no spell checker. I had lots of mistakes. Swot was doing very well, the girls were again playing up. OO and TW got separated by BB and made to sit opposite ends of the room. Two of the other girls totally set up the swot and pretended he had pulled their hair. A fight broke out with much slapping and hair pulling. Swot and the two girls all ended up getting the cane on their bare bums. Not terribly hard but they made a lot of fuss.

The result of the English lesson was that I was bottom of the class and has my bum caned, over my trousers. Surprisingly painful. TW also got caned for using her Cellphone in class to take pictures of me being caned.

Quite a lot of the time was just us all doing the lessons while teacher explained things. It was a bit odd.

Then it was all over. I had played along as best I could. The others all thought it was good and had a nice time. Except me.

Once we were home TW asked “Did you have a good time.”
“Not really.” I replied.
“Didn’t you enjoy watching the girls getting spanked and caned.”
There she had me, yes I did, very much. BUT I am still not going back.

Anyone need a school uniform, complete apart from the tie?

It’s been quiet on this blog because I have been busy on a vanilla project and just have not had the time to write smut.

Project over; I can concentrate on important stuff. Pery blogging!

I found this on Richard Windsor’s site. I thought it was kind of fitting.

..and you know how we fix an attitude problem around here. OUCH!

If you follow me on Twitter you will know that I have been complaining that I have to wear a tie to my job. This is a temporary job until September. On my last day I intend to ritually burn a tie in the office then run.

When I mentioned the tie burning my friend Eliot she got upset that I was going to destroy a perfectly good tie. Apparently she has a ‘thing’ for ties.

So we struck a deal.
I would send her the tie if she used it in an HNT picture. Just to make it more interesting we decided we should both use the tie in an HNT picture. I photographed myself with the tie then air mailed it to Eliot. She photographed herself with the tie and so for your voyeuristic pleasure Miss Eliot Bodem presents the ‘Tie HNT’.

We hope you appreciate the ridiculous and complex activities that we do to make an HNT shoot possible.