Archive-name: Bondage/niteclas.sm
Archive-author: Richard Shetron
Archive-title: Night Class


Copyright (c) 1992 by Richard Shetron.  May be freely distributed
or archived via eletronic means as long as it is not done for profit.
Permission is granted for anyone to make a hard copy for thier own
personal use.

                                NIGHT CLASS

I had signed up for the night class to improve some of the skills I
needed for work.  Class was thursday nights from 6 to 9 meaning I'd
have to go straight from work to class with enough time for a quick
bite of fast food and a few pages of reading.

I arrived a little early and sat in the back.  The other students
started arriving soon after.  Things seemed fairly normal for the first
day of class.  Grading, homework, overview of material, etc were all
covered by the instructor.

Class went on normally for a while and then this young lady up front
started asking questions.  I'd noticed her when she'd entered the
room.  I had always been fond of redheads and I tended to prefer women
on the rubenesque side over Twiggys.  She'd also arrived about 5
minutes late.  I didn't mind the first couple questions, but the
continual questioning was becoming disruptive.  I could tell the
instructor was not happy and neither was the rest of class.

About halfway through the three hour class we had a 15 minute break.  I
was hoping that she'd settle down after break and we could get some
work done.  No such luck, she was as disruptive now as she was before
the break.  This continued through the rest of class.  I just hoped
next week would be better.

Next week was just as bad.  It looked like a few students had dropped
the class.  I couldn't blame them.  If this was how the rest of the
course was going to go, it could be a waste of time and money.

Then I got the idea.  If I was going to have to suffer through her
disruptive questioning and comments I might as well plan on having some
fun.  I started thinking more about this and made my plans for the next
class.

For the third class I made sure I was prepared and arrived early.  I
had two sterilized thumbtacks colored to match the chairs.    I arrived
first, as usual, and placed the tacks on her chair and went back to my
normal seat.  I pulled out my book and read while waiting for things to
happen.

She arrived 5 minutes late, as usual, and then I got my surprise.  She
sat down and instead of jumping up and yelling she just kind of went
uuuhhhh.  That was the only reaction I could see from the back of the
room where I was.  The only other thing I noticed is she was very quiet
and well behaved at least till the break.  She did seem to wiggle
around more then normal though.

I watched carefully when she got up from her chair for break.  I could
clearly see the tacks stuck in her bottom.  I joined the rest of class
in the move to the rest rooms, keeping an eye on her as much as
possible until she went into the ladies room.

I got back to my chair as quick as possible and waited for her to
return.  She had this odd smile of satisfaction on her face when she
came back.  When she turned around to sit down I could see the tacks
still stuck in her bottom.  The second part of class was as quiet as
the first.

For the next class I prepared 2 tacks and a note.  The note simply said
"Two tacks is a low price to pay for a quiet and productive class." and
signed it TACKMAN.  This was all typed, of course, so there would be no
handwriting samples availible for comparison.  This time I didn't
bother coloring the tacks, although I did take the shine off them so
they weren't too obvious.

I arrived early and set the tacks on her chair and went to my chair to
wait.  She arrived on time for class and definitely looked at her
chair.  She couldn't miss seeing the tacks.  She just sat down, this
time without any reaction at all beyond a quick breath.  She was quiet
and non disruptive this class as well.

When she got up for both the class break and at the end of class, the
tacks were still in her bottom.  As I was leaving I noticed she had
left a piece of paper behind, then I saw TACKMAN written on it.  No one
was paying any attention in the rush for the door, so I retied one of
my shoelaces and picked up the note.  She'd written "The tacks are
amusing, but two is definitly cheap and I am certainly not cheap,
perhaps you can do better in the future." and had signed it "MS
INSATIABLE".

For the next class I used four tacks and left another note:"I always
endevor to please, I am just concerend with overwhelming you with
abundance.  In case your wondering I do steralize the tacks, safety
first and always.  If you have other requests just leave them here."
and again signed it TACKMAN.

The reply after that class was "You are begining to satisfy my bottom,
but I have other parts that also need satisfying.  MS INSATIABLE".

I responded by doubleing the number of tacks to eight and a package of
itching powder which I had relabeled "breast powder".  When she came
back from break she was certainly wiggling her top a little more then
normal.  The note that night was signed MS LOOKING FOR MORE.  I was
being careful to arrive extra early to drop the stuff off, but made
sure that I 'arrived' for class with other students.

I followed that up with eight tacks and two packages of itching
powder.  One labeled "breast powder" the other labeled "panty powder".
She arrived a few minutes early, picked up the note and the packages
and disappeared with out sitting down.  A couple of minutes later she
returned and sat down.  She did a lot more wiggling during this class
and didn't leave the room during break.  Tonights' note was signed MS
I'D LIKE MORE.

At the next class I left a note telling her to arrive 5 minutes early
and bring both a vaginal and anal plug to the next class and left ten
tacks and the itching powder.  She left a note saying she would. She
also asked for more intense treatment of her breasts.

I responded by leaving ten tacks on her chair and four on her desk as
well as a note and two small vials of stuff.  One was labeled vaginal
lube and the other anal lube, both said apply liberally to appropriate
plug.  The vaginal was a mixture of tiger balm and bengay, the anal was
toothpaste and bengay.  I had also left some itching powder.  She
arrived 5 minutes early, picked up the note and stuff and disappeared
into the ladies room.  When she returned she definitly walked a little
differently and sat very carefully.  She took a breath and then leaned
forward pressing the tacks into her breasts.

We continued in this manner for the rest of the semester until the
second to last class.  This time she asked for something extra special
and intense to celebrate the end of the semester.  I thought about it
and added four drops of tobasco sauce to both lubricant mixtures.  I
prepared twenty tacks for her chair and ten for her breasts.  I had
been using small tacks and sharpening them, but for this 'special' I
hunted for some larger ones and cut the length back.

She arrived a few minutes early as usual, picked up the note and other
stuff and disappeared into the ladies room.  When she came back I could
tell that the new and improved lubricants were working.  She was
wearing a dress which was also unusual.  She paused and took a couple
of deep breaths.  As she sat down, she flipped up the back of her dress
and I could clearly see she had nothing on underneath.

Her top was one of those short things that tend to leave the middle
bare and are held out from the body by the women's breasts.  She took a
couple of deep breaths and then leaned forward on her desk.  At almost
the last moment she let her top ride up as the tacks went into her
breasts.  When she sat back up the tacks were gone, hidden under her
top.

I figured this was it, the end of the semester fling.  I didn't expect
to ever see her again, except by the most remote chance.  After class I
picked up the note she had left and read it before leaving the
building.  She wanted me to meet her in the student center.  She
mentioned looking for some assistance in clearing her 'bulletin' board
of 'old' notes.

I took a few minutes to think about this.  I had never planned or
expected to actually meet her and I had a certain amount of
trepidation.  I finally decided, what the heck, nothing ventured,
nothing gained and set off to the student center.

I spent a few moments checking the situation out before walking over to
her table.  "I understand you're looking for some help with a bulletin
board?" was my opening line.  She looked a little surprised and replied
"you're TACKMAN?".  I looked around and responded "Who were you
expecting, Rambo, Conan, Hans Solo or maybe Darth Vader?  If you're
waiting for one of them, I'll be on my way."  I paused a moment and
when she seemed to accept that, I sat down.

We talked for a little while, exchanging names, Hers was Linda.  She
did seem a little antsy and did a fair amount of wiggling in her
chair.

"You must be sitting in a broken chair"

"What makes you think that?" she asked.

"You're wiggling around like that chairs about to fall apart or maybe
has a short leg." I replied and smiled.

"I'm just a little nervous, I have a sensitive bottom and the chairs
are hard" she replied demurely.

We talked for a while longer and then went back to her place.

When we got to Linda's place she started to excuse herself, but I
interrupted and told her to think about what she'd like to do for the
next couple of hours.   I could pluck her bottom and breasts and then
we could take it from there or we could play some more games, if she
felt up to it.  While she was in the bathroom, I looked around her
apartment a little to get the lay of the land.  I noticed several
hanging plants with seemingly stronger then needed hooks.

She reappeared without clothes, but with a cute mischievous smile,
pirouetted, and asked "What's the next game?"  All the tacks appeared
in place as far as I could see, though the plugs were gone.

"It depends on what you feel up to?"  I had brought a small bag of
tricks with me and opened it up.

Her eyes glowed with glee as she watched me slowly unpack the small
assortment of toys.  I had brought a few paddles and straps from light
items for breasts to a couple of heavy bottom tenderizers.  The thing
that really got her attention was the package of map pins, you know the
ones with the round plastic head.  "How about something involving
these?" she said with a mischievous smile.

"OK, stand there, legs spread, hands behind your back"  She did so and
I carefully removed the tacks from her breasts and placed them in their
container for later cleaning.  She smiled the entire time and seemed to
be getting very aroused.

"Now MS tuff tits how'd you like to get the tacks out of your bottom?"

"Sure, thats easy" as she started to reach for the first tack",

"Uh, UH, not that way.  The rules are simple.  You take one of the map
pins and place it in your breast and then I'll remove a tack from the
bottom check on the same side.  If you want, I'll place the pins in
your breasts, but If I do it I'll put in 2 pins to remove 1 tack from
your bottom.  If you'd like to think about it awhile,  I'll try to find
some encouragement.  Sound good?"

She paused and thought about it a moment and smiled, "How about some
encouragement?".

"Get the plugs and make sure they're clean and ready to use."

While she was doing that I went to the kitchen and got a tray of ice
cubes, quickly rinsed under luke warm water to dull the edges.

When we had both returned I said "I think you're a little hot, so we'll
start off by cooling you off."  I had her bend over the back of a
stuffed chair and hold its arms.  I prepared the butt plug with the
extra hot lub and then shoved all the ice cubes that seemed to readily
fit, up her ass and then inserted the plug.  She ooohd and aaahd and
wiggled a bit as I did this.  I lubbed the other plug and shoved the
rest of the ice cubes up her cunt followed by the cunt plug.

"Hows that for some encouragement?  Until the pins go in the plugs stay
in."  I figured she would sooner or later want to visit the bathroom.
"It's certainly cooling me off, but its not a lot of encouragement."
she pouted.

"I'm sure the encouragement will grow on you, but since you want more,
stand up with your hands behind you neck and stick out your breasts".
I selected a light paddle and announced "I think 20 swats per breast
for a start, If you fail to maintain position the swat will be
repeated.  You get to count and if you make a mistake, the swat won't
count.  Count after the swat lands"

"Lets go" she replied eagerly.

I started on her left breast.  I paused after the first swat for her
count, but she was silent.  So thats the way it is I thought and
started swatting at about 5 second intervals.  It was sometime after
the tenth when she started counting.  Tears of pleasure/pain were
starting to come from her eyes and she was definitly turned on.  she
took about 30 swats per breast for the first round.  I let her rest for
a couple of minutes while I put some music on.

"Would you care for some pins now or more encouragement?"

"Oh definitly more encouragement", she eagerly replied.  I figured the
ice cube enema was starting to work from the way she was moveing her
hips.

"Spread you legs far apart and keep them spread.  I think a count of 14
is about right.  If you close your legs or move your hands we start the
count all over again."

I selected a medium/light narrow smacking strap and gave her 7 from in
front right up into the crotch.  Right after the seventh she very
deliberatly closed her legs and the opened them again while giving me a
somewhat devilish smirk.  I repeated the 7 but this time put more vigor
into them.  She was not smiling after the seventh from the front.  I
stepped behind her and gave her seven more with a lot more vigor.

"Would you like to pin your breasts now or some more encouragement?"

"I think I'd like them pinned, why don't you do it, I'm feeling a
little lazy at the moment." was her reply.

"If I do it its two to one remember"

She mischievously replied "OOOHHH, I definitly remember".

I proceeded to pin her breasts.  I'd put a map pin in each breast and
then remove a tack from her bottom.  She had at least one orgasm during
this procedure.  She was definitly looking a little worn by the time
I'd placed the pins in her breasts and removed the tacks from her
bottom.  She stood there for a few moments enjoying the torment and
then announced, "I've got to visit the bathroom".

"Hold on a bit there, I didn't give you permission"

"Please may I go to the bathroom?", she asked demurly.

"I think its time for me to get some relief and you have the nicest
mouth.  My lollipop needs attention first.  One moment while I
prepare."

I took off my pants and indicated that I was know ready.  She was
pretty good and I came soon after she started.  "Make sure the lollipop
is nice and clean, don't make a mess", I admonished her.

She swallowed everything and asked, "May I use the bathroom please, I
really have to go."  She was now getting somewhat anxious, so I allowed
her to go.

It was getting late by this time and we both needed to get some sleep
and get to work on friday.  I removed the pins from her breasts and we
made a date for Friday after work.  She gave me a key to her apartment
and said to stop by at 6:15 and she'd have a surprise ready for me, but
that's another story for another time.
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