Role Play / Discipline  
	I was hunched over my desk, typing away studiously on a research paper for English class when a firm hand closed over my shoulder. I jumped and turned to see my Daddy standing behind me, His arms folded over His chest, looking stern if not pissed off. ÒYou forgot to turn in your homework assignment from last night. May I ask why?Ó
	ÒDaddy, I--Ó
	ÒYou will address me as Sir, boi, nothing else,Ó
	ÒYes, Sir,Ó I acknowledged, explaining, ÒI was out with my Daddy last night, Sir, and we didnÕt get back until late.Ó
	ÒHah! A pointless excuse, boi, considering you couldÕve finished it this morning before you went to class! On your knees, boi, give me your back!Ó
	ÒYes, Sir,Ó I responded, diving out of my chair and scrambling to kneel in front of Daddy with my back to Him.
	ÒCount, boi. Show me that you respect Me as your teacher.Ó
	I nodded and held my breath, waiting for the blow of His cane on my back; I was met with the sting of it all too soon. I think I counted fifty sometime before he turned to the paddle on my ass as I leaned forward with my forehead on the floor. I lost count when the slaps grew deafening and my cheeks started to grow numb and tingly. I loved this part, after he stopped and began to admire His handywork with His gentle hands that could turn rough when they needed (or wanted) to be.
	ÒGood boi,Ó He muttered quietly, while my body stirred as one of my biggest fantasies was about to be realized...my Daddy morphed into a professor. Eeek! I didnÕt have much time to process the black three piece suit that my Daddy fit so well in, especially considering how officious He looked in His glasses.
	ÒPut your hands behind you, boi,Ó He ordered, grabbing them and hiking me up so that my upper body was splayed on the desk, shoving aside the keyboard and my papers. I clasped my hands together and struggled to keep my composure as I felt a jolt of excitement and a thrill of fear when His hand slapped against my boxer-clad ass. ÒSome bois actually behave themselves, boi, and finish their work on time.Ó
	ÒYes, Sir.Ó
	Another spanking changed to the slap of a ruler across my ass cheeks and He gripped my wrists with one of His long-fingered hands. I think He wrapped His tie around them and spun me around to sit on the desk as He stripped my shirt and shorts off. 
	I winced as He tweaked a nipple and stared into my eyes, gathering me against Him in a crushing kiss that left me struggling for oxygen. ÒDo you love me, boi?Ó
	ÒYes, Sir,Ó I whispered, avoiding His dark eyes when He snagged my chin in His hand, and grunted in struggle against what I was usually not allowed to do. 
	ÒItÕs not a trap, boi,Ó He said softly, grinning toothily and stepping between my legs to press a hand against my damp boxers. ÒYouÕre going to do your assignment right now, little one, and itÕs going to be completed before you do anything else.Ó
	ÒYes, Sir,Ó I accepted, struggling to remember the assignment from yesterday, and couldnÕt draw up much more than Daddy...in a three-piece suit...
	ÒBoi, pay attention. Do you remember what your assignment was?Ó
	ÒNo, Sir,Ó I admitted with blushing embarassment, shrinking down toward His feet and crawling over to kneel beside His left boot. ÒIÕm sorry, Sir,Ó
	ÒYou were supposed to polish My boots for one thing; for another, you were told to write another fantasy. Good thing IÕve read your journal and know exactly what you wanted for your next plotline.Ó
	Uh-oh, I thought, knowing where He was going with this one as I recalled the general gist of my ramblings three nights ago.
	ÒGet dressed, boi; weÕre going out.Ó He said as He breezed out of the room trailing a crooked finger toward the bedroom.
	WeÕre standing in the back alley of some goddamn restaurant --I donÕt know where we are, you just said we were going for a walk and then we ended up here. ThereÕs a single naked bulb hanging from the back doorway of a brick building --and the light of the moon, but other than that, itÕs dark. Somehow, though, I can still see your beautiful face with its round cheekbones staring down at me as you push me to my knees on the asphalt.
	ÒYou know what to do,Ó
	I swallowed and reach tentatively to your fly, struggling with the idea of getting caught, but my clit still goes hard beneath my own dick. ÒYes, Sir,Ó I agree and bring out your cock, which (of course) is bigger than mine, raising up to bring my mouth over the tip as I close my fist over it. You growl as I force it against you and bring little pangs of pleasure through your body; IÕm consumed with sucking this implement before me as if it was really a part of you. 
	Finally, you pull me up by the front of my shirt, turn me around, and press me against the wall, deftly unbuckling my belt and pushing my jeans to my knees. Your spit-slathered cock  slides into my hungry ass with a pop and I groan, especially when you close each hand over mine and hold them against the bricks above my head. Each thrust brings a grunt to your lips, leading me to believe that youÕre quite satisfied with this position, and I feel your hard nipples through the thin cotton of my t-shirt. This reminder of your girl-boyness turns me on even more, and I fire back against you, waiting desperately to touch myself.
	ÒBoi, are you going to act properly or do I have to do it for you?Ó
	IÕm startled by the growl in your voice just as much as the slap of your hand against my ass when you remove them from mine. I obey, shyly reaching down to wrap my fingers around the dildo so I can rock it against my clit. ÒSir, IÕd like it if you did it.Ó I requested.
	You continue to fuck me, deep in-and-out motions that are nothing like youÕve done before, and bring your fingers roughly to my nipples, pinching and rolling them even past my desired pain-pleasure point. Tears well in my eyes and I jump when I hear footsteps coming toward us, but you donÕt let me move. Your body holds mine against the cold brick while you order, ÒStay where you are. Continue,Ó
	Desperately, I cry out, angry that you would subject me to some voyeur. 
	ÒBoi!Ó You growl and palm the back of my head, still thrusting.
	ÒYes, Sir,Ó I acquiesce and groan when something takes hold of my cock. I look down to take in a girl-dyke with spiky pink hair and combat boots, her lips wrapped around my attachment in a salacious show of deep-throating. Nervous at the appearance of this new stranger, I start to pull away.
	ÒBoi, mind your manners,Ó You say, fingers firmly wrapped around the nape of my neck, ÒAllow her entry.Ó
	Wide eyed, I open myself to the fingers that curve into me, rubbing the washboard gently. I groan and feel my legs grow weak, thankfully supported by your strong arms around my midsection, nearly climaxing before you can grant my release. ÒSir, may I?Ó
	ÒNot until I do,Ó You answer tightly, a sure sound that youÕre nearing your own peak, ÒAnd you will also give her release as well,Ó
	I nod and am a little surprised when the girl stands up, pulls up her skirt, and lifts herself onto my hardness. She wraps her legs around my waist, now forced against the wall and pleasured by the secondary thrusts in my ass. I begin to fuck her, this perfect stranger who seems so wet and ready to burst in a hot shower of cum. With you behind me and her in front of me, IÕm firmly ensconced in sex and bodies, the scent of cunts quite apparent and a seeming aphrodisiac. I groan and press my face against the bricks, wincing with the grinding motion of our sex.
	ÒGood boi,Ó You put in, body jerking behind me even as the one in front of me increases in speed. IÕm left in the middle, desperately holding my own orgasm in until the groans from the other women taper off. The girl climbs off down from her playground and you withdraw from me, eliciting a loud grunt of protest from your now-empty boi. ÒFuck yourself,Ó You order, stepping back to watch.
	I grind my teeth and wrap one hand around my cock while the other slips beneath my harness, into my wetness. I turn so that I can lean against the wall as I pinch and roll my clit, jacking off as hard as I can, until you kneel between my feet and reward me with your fist. It hurts at first, not that I care, and then you begin to rock me; the girl stands over you, level with your mouth, and I protest --thatÕs mine. With a grin, you acknowledge this and slide her down so that she returns her mouth to my dick. This, I donÕt expect, but IÕm certainly enjoying the hell out of it, feeling as though IÕm being serviced now.
	Seconds later, my body tenses and clamps around you, showing you that I can overcome my fear of exposure if it means getting to be fucked.  I guess IÕm more of a little sex monkey than I thought I was, but thatÕs not necessarily a bad thing when IÕm left sated and sore.<<G>>