Rafael s Piano A Love Story
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They were in bed later, talking quietly and generally.
‘Please move in with me, Rafael!’ she said to him. ‘Let’s make this our home. I promise, promise that I’m not trying to hem you in or tie you down. I do.’
‘Our home! Yes,’ he said. Then added: ‘Go ahead, tie me down, hem me in!’
‘I love you,’ she said softly, and he kissed her.
‘And I need you to know,’ she went on, ‘This doesn’t change any part of my declaration, any part of my desire to be a slave, sex slave especially, to you. It doesn’t change any part of it. I promise to go shopping and have an outfit for the party on Saturday that will cross their eyes, and make you proud.’
‘My Catherine!’ he said, kissing her.
‘And,’ she continued, ‘If you want me to let Bonnie do me, I promise that I will. Can I ask that you watch?’
‘I wouldn’t be kept away from it for all the world,’ he said.
The next morning she made coffee, had some fruit and cereal set out for breakfast, but at 6:45 AM, she was naked and next to the kitchen chair in the living room.
‘Ready?’ he asked.
‘Yes, sir, and I want you to know that Catherine your servant is sorry for being mouthy!’
‘I would never want Catherine my servant to stop being mouthy,’ he said.
‘That wish will probably be granted,’ she replied, as she settled herself over his lap and waited for the spanking.
‘Catherine, Dr. Little, Professor Little, I will never, ever get used to seeing you draped over my lap this way, lovely, lovely ass on a lovely, lovely lady!’
‘Your total slave!’ she said.
‘Better and better,’ he replied, and said: ‘Then there’s this!’
With that he began the spanking, enjoying her wiggling and moaning and crying out but ending it all with her on his lap, glued to him and her lips seeking out his.
‘Time for a blow job before you have to go?’ she asked.
‘Time!’
‘Goody!’ she crowed, as she got down from his lap and knelt between his legs.
Later, just before he was leaving, she said to him: ‘No classes today for me, I’m off to the mall for my sexy outfit. I’ll model it for you later today.’
She went back to the mall store where they’d shopped for undies for her and some other outfits. They gave good personal service there and Catherine was happy to have the help.
On this occasion, an older woman, probably early 50’s, grayish hair, severe looking but very pleasant asked if she needed help.
‘Do I ever!’ Catherine said.
The woman smiled and Catherine told about the party coming up and the need for her to be ultra sexy.
The woman smiled again and said: ‘This is for the one you wear the slave bracelet for?’
Catherine got red, and the woman broke in with:
‘Come tell me, we want to be just precisely right about this.’
If it was her tone or what, Catherine wasn’t sure but she responded:
‘Yes, it’s for the one that I wear the slave anklet for, he is Rafael.’
‘The wonderful looking one you were with the other day?’ the woman asked.
‘Yes,’ Catherine said.
‘Does he taste as good as he looks?’ the woman asked, giving Catherine a penetrating look.
‘Even better,’ Catherine said with a blush and a smile.
‘Well, let’s help you then,’ the woman said. ‘Come with me.’
She led Catherine toward the back into a place where there were a few out of the way dressing rooms.
‘This is my private dressing room, for my customers, Ms uh?’
‘Catherine,’ was the reply.
‘Yes, Ms Catherine. But first I need you to take off your slacks and sweater so that we can see what we have to work with.’
Catherine was taken aback and hesitated, she just wasn’t sure about how she should be reacting but the woman solved it for her:
‘Come, girl, do as you’re told or we can’t get anywhere,’ the woman said.
‘Yes, ma’am,’ Catherine said.
‘Better, Catherine, now strip for me,’ the woman said next.
Never taking her eyes off of her, Catherine pulled the sweater up and over her head and off, handing it to the woman, who folded it and laid it aside. Catherine’s bra was a pale blue one that she’d purchased there on the last trip.
‘Now the pants, Catherine,’ the woman said, ‘Or should I just say to you: ‘Take your pants off, Catherine!’?’
‘Yes, yes,’Catherine stumbled to say, ‘That, uh, that’s fine.’
‘Good, then do it!’ the woman continued and Catherine obeyed, feeling now like the animal in the headlights, she unbuttoned the waist band of her slacks and took them off, handing them to the lady.
‘Don’t dare cover yourself,’ the woman said and Catherine made sure that her hands were down at her side.
‘You are nervous about this, correct?’ the woman asked then.
‘Yes,’ Catherine said.
‘Okay, call him, I’ll talk to him,’ was the next order and Catherine did.
‘Rafael,’ Catherine said, ‘I’m at the store, the one where we shopped the other day. The woman helping me wishes to talk to you.’
She held out the phone for the woman who introduced herself as Donna and spoke to Rafael, explaining that Catherine was now down to her underwear and seemed to be unsure about what was being asked of her. She then put the phone on speaker and Rafael said:
‘Catherine, love, do what the woman wants you to do, and be sure that you tell me all about it later,’
‘Yes, sir,’ she said and they rang off.
‘Better?’ the woman asked?
‘Yes, I’m very sorry to be a trouble,’ she replied.
‘Far from being a trouble,’ the woman said, ‘You are just gorgeous. Now stand with your arms in the air.’
Catherine then went through a series of positions that had her arms in the air, and then had her bending from the waist, and the like.
The woman laughed: ‘Most of that, Catherine, was for my own pleasure. And I want to tell you that you needn’t fear me. I understand the significance of your ankle bracelet, and wouldn’t interfere with the prerogatives of your master. But I think I know what we need here. You stay here and I’ll bring you what you need.’
He was playing the piano, when she swept into the room. It was Gershwin tonight and he rolled into ‘the stripper’ without missing a beat. It made her grin from ear to ear.
She wore a pair of heeled sandals, which were 5 inches, a white pleated mini skirt a good 4 to 5 inches above the knee and a leather vest, which had a gold chain that held it together in the front. At the side panels you could see her part of big tits from the side. She stood there with her hands above her head and twirled around for his examination.
‘Professor is hot!’ he said. ‘Professor looks happy!’
‘Professor is happy!’ she replied.
He stopped playing and got up from the piano bench to kneel in front of her and then remarked:
‘Professor is going to be eaten now!’
Catherine squealed in delight as he raised her skirt and kissed the front panel of her beige nylon panties, barely hiding her pussy hair. She threaded her hands behind his head, as he pulled the panties down and off, beginning to eat her pussy for real now.
‘Ohhhhhhh,’ she sighed as his tongue reached her pussy lips. ‘For you anything, anything at all for you, my Rafael!’
‘Brash promises, Professor!’ he said.
‘True promises, exact promises, my promises!’ she replied. ‘Please, please believe me, my Rafael, Rafael.’
‘I do that!’ he said, going back to the work of licking at what was right then the center of her world.
They were ready for the party that following Saturday and about to set out. Catherine asked Rafael one last time, if she looked okay.
‘Smoking hot!’ he said appreciatively.
‘I’m nervous,’ she said to him, draping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
‘Bonnie can be a handful but we just won’t let her get out of line and if she does, we’re out of there,’ he answered,
returning the kiss.
‘Mmmm,’ she whispered, ‘Maybe we should just stay here and I can be ravished.’
‘Not a bad idea but I really, really want to parade you in front of Bonnie, she doesn’t have a clue in the world,’ was his answer.
‘Anything for my lord and Master!’ she said.
‘Sarcasm, dear?’ he said.
‘Oops!’ she answered.
‘Tomorrow morning 9:15 AM . . .’ he said severely.
‘Yes, I know, Master, me naked and a kitchen chair in the living room with me standing next to it,’ she answered. ‘This slave didn’t mean to be mouthy but is very nervous.’
‘Stick with me, kid and we’ll be fine,’ he answered.
They arrived after a number of people had already arrived. Entering place with its jumble of people, they didn’t see Bonnie right away. But Catherine’s presence with Rafael, and the way that she was dressed, including especially her final and secretive touch of a velvet black ‘dog collar’ choker around her neck with an ‘R’ dangling from it, caused an immediate stir. People were whispering all over the room and a number of them were waving at Catherine and Rafael and saying ‘hellos’.
It put Catherine at ease. She walked around with her arm through Rafael’s arm, and just smiled and greeted people.
Then Bonnie saw them.
‘Rafe!’ she said, as she spied him and didn’t at first recognize Catherine. ‘Who is . . .’
She never finished but instead said with a huge amount of surprise in her voice:
‘Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! Is that . . .is that Dr. Catherine Little?’
‘Hey, Bonnie,’ Rafael said, ‘Ignoring for the moment her calling him ‘Rafe’, and realizing that she had already had too much to drink.’
‘Bonnie,’ he said slowly, smiling. ‘You know Catherine Little, don’t you?’
‘You prick!’ she crowed at the two of them. ‘You did it! You god damn did it! She looks like a fuckin’ sex bomb!’
‘Bonnie, calm down!’ he said to her.
‘Calm down, fuck!’ she replied. ‘Here you are sporting the perpetually overlooked Catherine on your arm, newly made Professor, and looking here like tonight’s randy hooker and you tell me to calm down!’
She hesitated and took a drink of the wine she had in her hand.
‘And look at the fuckin’ chocker, and shit almighty! She’s wearing a slave anklet! Damn, damn, damn, damn!’
Everyone was watching by then, and listening. Some smirking, some embarrassed by what Bonnie was doing.
Then Bonnie turned to Catherine and said:
‘So, someone finally made a cunt out of the perpetually overlooked Catherine, what was it, girl, were you running out of time? Internal clock and all that. I can’t believe I’m seeing the perpetually overlooked Catherine here at the party as a cunt!’
Rafael said silently to Catherine at that point:
‘We’re leaving.’
But before anything else could happen, Catherine slapped Bonnie’s face, she slapped it hard enough to knock her head sideways.
Bonnie, totally stunned by the slap, just looked on with huge eyes, as Catherine blazed forth in her best professor voice:
‘That’s right, I’m his cunt, you cunt! And you’re not! And you’re not going to bed with him tonight or with me! And I am going to bed with him tonight! And you know what, cunt? You know what?’
‘What?’ Bonnie said in a very tiny voice.
‘First of all I’ll wet his cock, it’s really big, Bonnie, with my mouth, then he’ll put it in my pussy and then he’ll switch to my ass, and finally, after he cums in my ass, he’ll go to my mouth, so that I can clean him. You know why, cunt? Do you?’ By then Catherine was right in the cowed girls’ face.
‘Why?’ Bonnie asked, again in a tiny voice.
‘Because I’m Rafael’s sex slave, that’s why! And tomorrow morning, since I was sassy earlier, at 9:15 AM, I will take a kitchen chair and put it in the living room and stand by it naked, so that, when he’s finished with the breakfast that I’ve made him, he can come in and drape me over his lap, play with my ass just a bit and then spank me.’
Catherine was red faced and furious. Then she leaned in for the final shot:
‘And when we leave here, do you know where we’re going, Bonnie Cunt, and where you’re not? Do you?’
‘Where?’ Bonnie’s tiny voice asked then.
‘We’re not going to my house, Bonnie Cunt, we’re going to our home, Rafael and my home!’
She turned then and took Rafael’s hand and, in front of them all, knelt and kissed his hand, saying:
‘Forgive your slave for this outburst, Master! I’m ready.’
‘Then we’re out of here,’ he said without looking back. Over his shoulder he shot back at Bonnie:
‘And don’t call me Rafe!’
Catherine was trembling but fine until they got into the car. In the dark of the street by the party house, she just began to cry bitterly.
‘I’m sorry, Rafael,’ she said, ‘I lost my temper, I’m sorry.’
‘No sorries, no sorries, Catherine, my love,’ he said kissing at her tears, ‘Sorries are for when you’ve done something wrong. You were magnificent, just magnificent.’
He held her then and let her cry it out. When she was calm, he asked:
‘Ready to go home?’
‘Ready!’ she said.
‘You meant all the things you said,’ he asked, ‘Not just speaking in anger?’
‘Meant every word, sir,’ she answered, kissing his hand again.
‘Hot time in the old town tonight!’ he said.
‘You’ve got that right, says the lady who’s going to get fucked!’ she crowed at him.
They went home. Once there they settled down and Catherine got them each a glass of white wine. They sat to talk it over just a bit. There was no rush for their love making, they knew that they had each other and had the time.
They were interrupted by the door bell.
‘Who in heck?’ Catherine asked going toward the door.
She turned then to Rafael and said:
‘It’s Bonnie!’
‘I’m coming,’ he said, ‘We’ll both do this.’
She opened the door and Bonnie stood there looking miserable and in tears. Without saying anything else at all she launched into a kind of speech:
‘I was so jealous! I’ve wanted you, Dr. Little for so long and as much as I’ve wanted you, I’ve wanted him, and I played the bitch, when I saw that you were not only together, but looking so happy about it, and you looking like a Saturday night wet dream and him as creamy as he always is. I lost my head . . .’
Here she broke down and cried bitterly.
Catherine gathered Bonnie into her arms, and pulled her into the house, holding the sobbing, crying woman close.
‘I’m so sorry,’ Bonnie said into Catherine’s shoulder. Then she added:
‘I’ve already apologized to the whole crowd at the party, and I just wanted to come and apologize to you.’
Bonnie moved away and then moved toward the door.
Catherine shot a glance at Rafael, who understood immediately and merely shook his head ‘yes’.
‘Come and have a drink with us, Bonnie!’ Catherine said.
‘It’s Bonnie the Cunt, I’m afraid!’ Bonnie said miserably.
‘Not now it’s not,’ Catherine said softly to her, ‘Not here it’s not.’
Bonnie cried again then, and leaned into Catherine as she did. Rafael joined Catherine in holding the sobbing woman until Bonnie was calmed down.
‘This is the difference,’ Bonnie said, ‘I was bitchy and here you are so nice and caring! I feel so bad about what I did.’
Then she looked at the two of them and said softly:
‘But you two have been the heart and soul of my sexual fantasies for so long, and ending up with each other and, you, Dr. Little looking so hot! I didn’t know what to do.’
‘I’ll tell you what to do, Bonnie,’ Rafael said, ‘Stay here, have a drink, this is a house where fantasies come true, isn’t it, Catherine, love?’
‘It sure is,’ ‘Catherine agreed.
Bonnie was still crying and Catherine sat her down on the couch and held her. Finally, Bonnie looked up and C
atherine knew, that she was going to kiss the crying girl.
Catherine said softly: ‘Rafael, may I?’
‘Yes, surely, love,’ he answered.
Bonnie’s head came up at that point and she said: ‘Hey, what just happened here?’
Catherine answered: ‘I just asked Rafael permission to kiss you!’
‘Permission?’ Bonnie asked wide eyed, ‘You mean, the anklet, the dog collar, what you said, all true?’
‘Completely,’ Catherine said. ‘He’s, in addition to being my best friend, my lover and room mate, is my Master! I’ve made it plane, and told him outright that I will do whatever sexually he wants.’
‘Wow!’ Bonnie said but her ‘wow’ was cut off my Catherine’s lips, which by then were pressed against Bonnie’s lips, softened by the crying.
‘Ohhhhh,’ Bonnie moaned, through the kiss, ‘Ohhhhhh!’
The kiss broke and Bonnie said to Rafael:
‘You like this, don’t you?’
‘Sure do!’ he said, ‘My bitch licking lips with another beauty! What’s not to like?’
‘Your bitch?’ Bonnie said.
‘Exactly,’ Catherine answered, and kissed Bonnie again.
Then Catherine said:
‘Talk about the fantasies!’
‘Well,’ Bonnie began, getting just a little red in the face.
‘Bonnie, it’s me, it’s Rafael, no need to get nervous,’ Catherine said.
‘And beside, Bonnie,’ Rafael said, ‘Tonight is the best of all possible worlds, as Voltaire would say,’ he nodded at Catherine then as he said that, and she nodded back.
‘By that I mean that tonight you get to sleep with me and with, what do you call her, ‘the perpetually overlooked Catherine’.’
‘Ohhhh,’ was all that Bonnie could manage.
‘We’ll show you that Catherine isn’t overlooked perpetually or at all,’ he concluded, adding:
‘Wait until tomorrow morning at 9:15 AM!,’ which caused Catherine to get up and go give Rafael a kiss.
‘Oh,’ Bonnie said, ‘You mean the spanking, can I watch that?’
‘Sure,’ Rafael said, and Catherine had her turn to blush.
‘Now fantasies!’ Catherine said.
‘Yes, teacher!’ Bonnie quipped. Then she said:
‘They normally begin with me and you dancing, slow and sensuous.’
Then Catherine got up and said to Bonnie:
‘So now dance with me!’
‘Ohhhhh,’ Bonnie said, ‘This is really going to happen.’
In answer, Catherine held out her hand and Bonnie got up to dance.
‘I can’t believe that your skirt is shorter even than mine, Dr. Little!’
‘Catherine,’ Catherine answered, ‘You were just licking my front teeth a bit ago!’
Bonnie giggled and said: ‘Catherine.’
Then the room was filled with Sinatra and Catherine held out her hands to Bonnie, who went to her arms.
They danced, arms intertwined. Catherine broke in and said:
‘Make sure that you up-date the fantasy for me.
‘Well, in the fantasy, uh . . .Catherine, you wouldn’t be wearing even the sexy skirt.’
Without a word, Catherine unbuttoned the waist band button of the skirt and let it flutter to the floor. She bent away from Bonnie, on purpose, to pick it up, showing her magnificent ass, held in barely by her beige panties.
Bonnie put her hand on Catherine’s ass and let out a loud breath, murmuring:
‘Better than I ever hoped!’
‘Isn’t that the truth,’ Rafael said. Catherine air kissed him and he responded.
Then she was back to holding Bonnie in the dance. She took Bonnie’s hands and pulled them downward until they were resting on her ass cheeks.
‘Fantasy realized!’ Bonnie said languidly.
‘Mission accomplished?’ Catherine asked.
‘Totally!’ was Bonnie’s answer.
‘What else?’ Catherine asked.
‘The gold chain holding the vest together isn’t necessary!’ Bonnie said.
‘Remove it, and come on in, honey,’ Catherine said, and Bonnie took the opportunity to do just that.
With the gold chain gone, that held the vest front together, Catherine opened the wings of the vest and Bonnie nestled herself inside, licking Catherine’s nipples before settling her head against the upper part of Catherine’s chest.
The music ended but more came on right away.
‘Vest off, Catherine,’ Rafael said.
‘Yes, sir!’ Catherine answered, and, as Bonnie eagerly watched, she shed the vest and was ready for the next dance naked except for her shoes and panties.
They danced that way intertwined, and Bonnie kept sighing.
When the music ended, Rafael said:
‘Okay, next dance only panties for Bonnie, take her clothes off, Catherine.’
This time, Catherine was joined in her ‘yes, sir,’ by Bonnie saying one also.
The sight for Rafael was truly exciting. Bonnie wore only a black thong and heels, Catherine with her beige panties and heels.
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My name is Mike, I’m seventeen and if you’ve read what’s happened to me before you’ll know I tried to give up taking piano lessons a year ago but my parents made me continue. Worse still, Miss Edwards got their permission to punish me if I’d failed to practice properly. Mum and Dad were away and my piano lesson was at 6.30 p.m. If it wasn’t for my Mum reminding me to go I would have regularly been late but today it was down to me. I was enjoying my time alone in the house when I realised with...
SpankingHe watched her from behind, her small body gracefully moving in the dance of a trance, her hands alive with a life of their own, as they touched the ivory keys. Her fingers curved slightly as they glided from note to note; the soft murmur of sound enticing and inviting. As he listened, images flashed in his mind from subtle shades of memory to the more familiar sensual passion. Sublime echoes were created then built with the ascension of the notes. Her hands gracefully shifted as her long...
Wife LoversWhen you love an artist, sometimes you feel as if you are loving alone. The love they have for their art wells up inside of them, expands and nothing else can remain. That is what makes them what they are, extraordinary, with gifts that only God can hand out. Then there are times when the love they have for you becomes focused. It is overwhelmingly beautiful and beyond the imagination. When an artist loves, he loves so deeply and profoundly. They can touch you or just look at you in such a way...
Love StoriesI was spanked by my piano tutor once. She was a middle-aged housewife type. Overall, a very sweet lady, but as I found out she could be quite vicious when she was angry. I think she felt that a spanking was justified because I went to a Catholic school that still used paddling. If my teachers could do it, why not my piano tutor as well? Ha. You’d think that the threat of spanking would have motivated me to practice, and I guess it usually did, but I could be awfully lazy sometimes too. I was...
A Piano Maid The first sensation to return to Chris was a slow, deep throb in the back of his neck. Each breath hurt, but the pain was neither sharp nor overwhelming. His neck also had a full range of motion, which in a semi-conscious way he recognized as he rotated it in a circle. In his dizzied state, he was still certain somebody had knocked him unconscious. The second sensation to come to Chris's attention was the ache in his crotch. In his muddled state, he couldn't...
Looking back now, I can hardly believe that my parents agreed to me being spanked by my sexy piano teacher. I chose to learn the piano when I was 11, thinking I would soon be able to play all the latest pop music. I was still being made to play proper piano pieces and it wasn’t cool for a 16 year old boy to play the piano so I decided to give it up. My Dad had other ideas and insisted that I continue with the lessons as it would be another ‘positive’ on my university applications. I might have...
SpankingJen walked gleefully down the hall to greet her favorite pupil. The thought of spending this regular hour with Greg always had her virtually skipping towards her door, a feeling that went beyond her appreciation of his boyish good looks and gentle, personable, manner. “Hey there Mr. Guitar.” She smiled her usual greeting to him, a gently ribbing reference to his first instrument. “Hi Teacher.” Greg beamed back as he followed her into the house and closed the door behind them. ...
Straight SexTo say Rachael was angry at her mother was just an understatement.She was furious at her,twice in a row had she...
Jen walked gleefully down the hall to greet her favorite pupil. The thought of spending this regular hour with Greg always had her virtually skipping towards her door, a feeling that went beyond her appreciation of his boyish good looks and gentle, personable, manner. “Hey there Mr. Guitar.” She smiled her usual greeting to him, a gently ribbing reference to his first instrument. “Hi Teacher.” Greg beamed back as he followed her into the house and closed the door behind them. He...
Sarah woke with a start to the sound of her mobile phone chiming. A new text message from Baz, her internet lover had come through. Check your email it said. Sarah pulled her laptop off the bedside cabinet and switched it on. What could be so important that he’d wake me up so early on a Saturday morning she thought? There was only one message in her inbox – A Little Night Reading was the title in the subject box. Any thought of a stern rebuke was instantly forgotten as she clicked to open her...
As you can read in part one I was made to undress totally before being given the cane by my piano teacher Miss Edwards and then she spanked my cock because I got an erection. I couldn't help it, she's slim, young and very attractive even though her glasses make her look a little strict. Two weeks later I was a little early for my piano lesson and a very pretty dark haired lass, not much older than me, with puffy red eyes, was leaving in some distress. I realised I wasn’t the only one getting...
SpankingI’m a piano player, not a pianist. I started as a pianist when I was eight or nine, but then I heard Honky Tonk Train Blues, or something. I heard James Booker and Professor Longhair, all the New Orleans guys, and it struck me. I had to sound like that. I never will, but I keep on trying. They’re the greatest piano players ever. The rhythm, the music. Spiritual music. A sound like that can heal a broken heart. And Ragtime. I love that too. Still piano players. All the styles are linked. You...
Love StoriesI arrive late from the office, tired from the long day at the office, looking forward to seeing her, as I slip quietly in the front door, I hear the sounds of the Adagio from Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata being played on the piano in the music room, Marina is a classical trained pianist. I walk slowly over to her, say nothing, but place my hands on her neck and give a little squeeze - she turns to look over her shoulder, smiles, then returns her attention to the piano. She looks so beautiful...
Saturday Morning and it is time for my lesson..............I had decided I needed to expand my horizons and decided to learn how to play the piano.I have scoured the web and found a very talented lady who also, truth be told, always dressed well and got my cock twitching............Normal attire for you was skirt, hosiery (stockings or tights to be determined - however either always please), lovely smelling hair, a figure hugging blouse or T-shirt and low heels.I knocked on the door of your...
It is my final piano lesson before my recital on Sunday. This will will be the end of my piano lessons. I am not too sad about that. My piano teacher, Mrs. North, is at the hospital sitting by her sick aunt's bedside. She is terminally ill and has only a little while to live. Her husband, also an accomplished pianist and teacher, is subbing for her. He sits beside me on the bench. I run through my recital program. I can't help but notice as I glance down at the keys that he is wearing walking...
From outside the French windows, I had spied on a 17 year old girl, the same age as me, as she was made to strip by the piano teacher, Miss Edwards and then I saw her caned. Just ten minutes later Miss Edwards caught me watching and forced me to undress in front of the girl, Jenny, before she punished me with a cane. At the end of my ordeal Miss Edwards suggested to Jenny that she should stay behind after her next piano lesson to watch me being punished again. So, here I was, a week later and...
Looking back now, I can hardly believe that my parents agreed to me being spanked by my sexy piano teacher. I chose to learn the piano when I was 11, thinking I would soon be able to play all the latest pop music. I was still being made to play proper piano pieces and it wasn’t cool for a 16 year old boy to play the piano so I decided to give it up. My Dad had other ideas and insisted that I continue with the lessons as it would be another ‘positive’ on my university applications. I might...
When my husband left me, saying he has fallen in love with another, I felt numb. I couldn't believe it. But, I had no time to wallow in the pain I felt. I had two kids now to take care of, alone, full-time. I decided a part-time job, along with the job I already had was the answer. I could do it at home as well. Piano lessons had always brought me joy. I let it slip as the children got older, focusing more on them. * Now it is a year later, my husband is now my ex, my kids are stable, happy...
MILFThis story begins in 2006. I was coming up on a move from Anchorage, Alaska to Columbia, South Carolina. I decided to use some online dating sites to maybe lay some groundwork to hook up with some women in SC. I had started talking to this (as I saw in photos) extremely cute, busty 18 year old girl. We shall call her Diane for the sake of anonymity. We talked casually for a few months via Yahoo messenger and grew to know quite a bit about each other. She was a big fan of my favorite band...
As soon as Rachael reached her home that night after losing her virginity to her piano teacher,she went straight away to her bedroom before making a 'headache'excuse to her mother.Rachael locked the door of her room and stripped down naked.She spread her legs and looked at her pussy.Her vaginal lips were swollen making them appear more pink than usual.Rachael saw a hint of blood on the insides of her vagina,she wiped it clean with her ruined panties.Her pussy was still very sensitive and...
I’m a piano player, not a pianist. I started as a pianist when I was eight or nine, but then I heard Honky Tonk Train Blues, or something. I heard James Booker and Professor Longhair, all the New Orleans guys, and it struck me. I had to sound like that. I never will, but I keep on trying. They’re the greatest piano players ever. The rhythm, the music. Spiritual music. A sound like that can heal a broken heart. And Ragtime. I love that too. Still piano players. All the styles are linked. You...
If you read Painful Piano Lessons - Part 4, you’ll know that I watched Alison being caned stark naked before she helped ‘Miss’ cane me in a most embarrassing way. As she was leaving, Alison pushed a note into my hands and made it perfectly clear that she would like to meet up with me again. I was not going to turn down that offer. I called her and we chatted for a while before I suggested we meet up. Alison told me that her parents were away for the weekend so I could go over to her house. I...
SpankingAll of my stories are based on real events that occurred in my life. However, I reserve the right to embellish, modify, add, or omit anything. Enjoy!I could feel my hands tensing. My back and arms were aching. All I could think about was pleasing him as I kept pushing the limit of my body. The room echoed with sound, louder and louder. Until he reached over my shoulder, closed the piano book, and said "I think that's enough for today." There was a subtle hint of disappointment in his voice. I...
Suggested music - Depeche Mode - World in my eyes / Policy of Truth / Duran Duran - The Man Who Stole a Leopard.The smell of perfume was so thick that it could intoxicate you alone, save for the expensive alcohol-filled bottles, carefully lined up on the bar shelves, like museum pieces, shinning from the small lamps placed under them, meant to draw your attention and seduce you into each and every one of them.I made my way to the end of the room, opposite of the entrance door I had just come in...
Love StoriesDISCLAIMER:The following story is purely fiction and should not be taken any further than being read as erotic literature. As a contribution to the erotic literature community, I offer this story intended for a mature audience only. The views expressed in this story are not my own, and if such sexual topics offend you, please do not read on.Story codes: mf hardcore, preg, intr, feet, rom, petite, creampieSynopsis: A radiant young piano teacher encounters someone of ambiguous dark ethnicity and...
I closed my eyes, letting the beautiful melodies of the classical piece wash over me. The bay window was openin front of my grand piano, and a cool late evening breeze was floating into the room. A smile quirked my lips as my fingers flew over the ebony and ivory keys, playing the last notes of my beautiful creation. Perfect. Starting up a new, softer tune i stared out my window at the soft pink and blues of the sky. The breeze ruffling my long black hair slightly. I turned my head slightly,...
ReluctanceThe Piano Teacher and Student ( Author's note : A couple of yearsago I went to see a French movie called ?The Piano Teacher?. It was one ofthose moody French movies that seem to go nowhere, and yet you always remember.This told the story of a repressed spinster, who was a piano teacher. She takeson this handsome young student, Walter. She is very authoritarian and is quiteinsulting to him and his talents. Just as you are wondering where this willgo, in a scene near the end the woman confesses...
Then she added: ‘Seven AM tomorrow morning, sir! I’ll be there and ready!’ ‘You’d better be,’ was his answer, and he watched her, he suspected what was coming next. ‘But, sir,’ she said, ‘I don’t know what to do, I mean about any of this, I just don’t.’ ‘Well, first of all, Catherine, my own personal slut,’ he began. She had a thrill of outrageous proportions at his use of the word ‘slut’. He noticed and broke off what he was saying: ‘You liked being called that, didn’t you?’ ‘Oh, yes,...
As you can read in part one I was made to undress totally before being given the cane by my piano teacher Miss Edwards and then she spanked my cock because I got an erection. I couldn’t help it, she’s slim, young and very attractive even though her glasses make her look a little strict. Two weeks later I was a little early for my piano lesson and a very pretty dark haired lass, not much older than me, with puffy red eyes, was leaving in some distress. I realised I wasn’t the only one getting...
Monica’s piano students were mostly younger beginners, but she did teach a few very committed and talented high-schoolers and one or two grads. One of her brightest stars, Josh, was about to turn 18, and for some time now, he had shown a boyishly awkward, obvious crush on his gorgeous 31-year-old teacher.She found it, and him, absolutely adorable, and after a time, his attentions even boosted her erotic daydreams. It never got in the way of the lessons, as once they got concentrated on the...
She hadn’t been touched for a long time. Sure, there were hugs from friends, kisses on the cheek in greeting at parties, massages at the spa, playfights with her roommate. But the hurt of her marriage, her shattered trust, had drawn a protective mantle around her that now she seemed powerless to shed, and she would not get close to a man. She met plenty, was invited for drinks or dinner by a few. She always said no. She laughed with the regulars in her local bar, and often it turned to flirting...
I closed my eyes, letting the beautiful melodies of the classical piece wash over me. The bay window was openin front of my grand piano, and a cool late evening breeze was floating into the room. A smile quirked my lips as my fingers flew over the ebony and ivory keys, playing the last notes of my beautiful creation. Perfect. Starting up a new, softer tune i stared out my window at the soft pink and blues of the sky. The breeze ruffling my long black hair slightly. I turned my head...
Lois sat in the living room, sighing as she flipped through the latest catalogues from the Quahog Mall. Every weekend they would be delivered, and every weekend she’d see some new clothes or accessories that she could do with. Her current purse was falling apart. It had a broken zipper, a clasp that wouldn’t click shut, and a small hole forming in one of the corners. Yes, it would have been nice to have something new for a change. “Damn it,” she muttered, “Peter never buys me anything anymore....