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MrStrapwell -> The Piano Lesson (9/21/2004 7:13:02 PM)
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Once upon a time, in a land far off and in a time which is not our own, lived a beautiful young lady named Natalie. She captivated people with her beauty and charm, and all were fond of her. Beneath her jovial laughter and captivating smile lay a passionate drive, and desires, some of which might be called secrets. She became interested in taking a man as her lover, but not just any man.
Natalie spent much time polishing and refining her talents in both dance and music. In her pursuit of a professional career in the performing arts, she took weekly piano lessons to cultivate her talent for musical instruments. Every Wednesday she would arrive at the home of her music teacher, Master Todd (whom she affectionately addressed as Todd) in eager anticipation of her lesson. Natalie was always buoyant in the company of Master Todd, and although they passed many hours together in close company, their relationship was strictly Platonic, centering around Natalie's lessons. Each looked forward to the weekly lesson, and when it was over, felt a sadness at their parting, each not understanding that their affection for one another had grown mutual. As she said her goodbyes to Master Todd, Natalie's brilliant and sparking eyes would grow moist, and in her head she counted the 7 days until the two would keep company for another brief hour.
One day, a day not out of the ordinary, except that the sun shone very hot outside, upon arriving at the home of Master Todd for her weekly lesson, something would transpire in the innocent and carefree life of Natalie, which would change her forever. Natalie was alone in the study, as Master Todd had gone to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of cool water. He seemed to be taking his time. Impatiently scanning the study with her gaze, she noticed upon a bookshelf a strange object. As she drew irresistibly closer, it instantly registered in her mind what this object was for. It was unequivocally a slender school spanking strap. As she stared upon it, she experienced a wave of dread and curiosity like nothing she had ever imagined. In her hypnotic trance, she hadn't recognized Master Todd enter the room with her glass of water. As he gently called out to her, she startlingly turned her gaze from the mesmerizing and barbaric leather instrument, to face her piano teacher. Master Todd politely offered to Natalie the glass of cool water. Staring into the water, still lost in trance, she closed her eyes and took a long drink, wishing it would cool her fervid brain.
Nothing was spoken about the strap. It was as if Master Todd was oblivious to Natalie's having stared at it. He engaged her charmingly, guiding her through the lesson, though Natalie's mind was not on the piano, but on the spanking strap resting upon the bookshelf. As she mechanically played the notes, her fervid mind grew possessed of dread, curiosity, and a sense of sexual arousal unlike anything she had experienced before. With all her effort, she prayed she could banish the thought of the strap from her head, before Master Todd would begin to think there was something seriously wrong with her. At the piano, everything became a blur - the intimate closeness of her teacher, the recurrent vision of the strap (and the thought of whether he would ever use such a barbaric instrument on her), and the heat, both in her groin and in the room, began to overtake her senses. She felt dizzy, and tiny beads of perspiration formed all over her skin. The time dragged slowly through the piano lesson, and as thoughts of the strap and her teacher grew to a fevered crescendo in her brain, Natalie was barely in touch of the reality of the piano lesson.
After a brief eternity had passed, Master Todd commended Natalie on her lesson. Moist with perspiration, and barely able to rise up, Natalie stood and summoned whatever little composure was left in her exhausted body to exchange farewell pleasantries with her newly mysterious teacher. Gliding into the summer afternoon air, she felt the fire in her groin persist as started toward home, her head off in another world.
Natalie arrived home in a tizzy. Feelings of dread and curiosity of Master Todd and his strap co-mingled with sexual arousal, ricocheting around in her brain. She immediately sought the sanctuary of her locked bedroom. Flinging herself onto the bed, her left hand drew up the front of her dress, while the right hand intently dove beneath her panties, satisfying her raging desire. Rubbing herself, she came almost instantly and with a deep sigh, eased into a state of soothing tranquility, fingering and frigging herself. Her brain was in a twilight. As she lay there, fingering her engorged clitoris and frigging her cunt, she closed her eyes and imagined Master Todd. In these fantasies, Master Todd was kind and loving, as she knew him, yet had informed her that she was to be disciplined. She had made too many mistakes at her lesson, and Master Todd grew impatient. She is asked to rise and Master Todd explains to her that lazy girls who don't practice their lessons get disciplined. She imagines the blood leaving her face. He stares lovingly, even slightly devilishly, into her eyes belying the gruesome nature of what he has promised. "And the way I discipline naughty pupils under my care is with spanking." Master Todd further announces. Natalie imagines how she would almost die upon hearing this, overcome with terror, longing, and exquisite desire ...
Natalie's mind grew ever more fevered by thoughts of Master Todd and his spanking strap. She schemed of how she could be naughty, to provoke Master Todd to discipline her. She knew that she would have to do something very naughty indeed, to warrant her piano teacher spanking a 19-year-old pupil! Natalie reasoned that there was hope. He must use the strap on occasion with his pupils, as it was sitting out in his study. So why wouldn't he use it on her, if she did something seriously naughty?
Natalie invented misdeeds in her head, all calculated to draw Master Todd's disapproval. She imagined coming to her lesson unprepared, or even skipping a lesson altogether without informing Master Todd. All of these thoughts brought her closer to the piano, where her mind further drifted into fantasy over her teacher, while her practicing subsided to a trickle of notes. She imagined Master Todd becoming cross with her lack of preparedness. She savored, in her mind, the chilling shock of his pronouncement of a spanking as punishment. She wondered, would her piano teacher actually transform her, a 19-year-old lady, to a disobedient adolescent and apply such a shameful and infantile punishment as a spanking? With all her heart, she prayed this could happen.
Natalie counted the days, and the minutes, until her next piano lesson. She calculated every conceivable turn of events which might lead up to her spanking. On the day of the lesson, a doubt entered her mind. What if Master Todd is modest and respectful, and takes me over his knee only to spank me over my dress, or over my panties? That idea did not pose the same electrifying thrill of being over his knee, humiliatingly bared, with her femininity vulnerably and shamefully exposed. She decided on a bold and direct plan to assuage her doubts. Selecting a clingy black skirt from her closet, one which drew attention to her athletically refined physique and which would easily rise up her hips with the least provocation, she dawned the skirt and wore no panties.
Natalie stood flirtatiously before the mirror, posing seductively, turning this way and that. She flipped her hip and gazed at herself admiringly. Time had passed quickly during this afternoon, and Natalie had become neglectful of the passing of the hours. All the while an impending hour drew near. The clock began to chime. She turned, and fixed her gaze on the hands of the gold pendulum clock atop the bureau. 3:30 . The ring of the clock began to resound in her head. By the third chime of the clock, she was held fast by an almost catatonic paralysis and could not move, her eyes fixed on the hands of the clock. Only 1/2 hour before today''s lesson. Fear, mingled with anticipation, returned, and the image of Master Todd’s spanking strap once again drew forward from the corner of her imagination to center stage. She reminded herself, "Piano lesson in 1/2 hour", and resignedly whispered the words "I've hardly practiced all week". The stage was set for today's lesson.
Natalie's heart raced, while her face grew pale, and cold. 3:30 had dawned, and 4:00 was fast approaching - too fast she now worried. Her palms began to sweat, as she nervously and mechanically began flinging the music for today's lesson into her book bag. All the while a fire grew in her nether regions which could only be sated by the fulfillment of a single desire - to be stripped from the waist down, and laid across the knee of Master Todd. She imagined the view this would afford her Piano teacher, of her virgin femininity and tiny rosebud, laid before his unflinching gaze. She imagined the sound of the barbaric leather spanking strap noisily whipping and stinging her blushing buttocks, a melody in counterpoint to the strident verbal lecturing of her impassioned Piano teacher. She envisioned herself squirming on his lap, her naked thighs rubbing against his woolen trouser pants, her legs apart, her labia flush and swollen from the arousal which has building for a week now, since her eyes first met the crude leather spanking strap in Master Todd's study. An object so terrifying, and yet which inexorably called to her.
To be continued.
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