I'VE DISCOVERED MY NAUGHTY SIDE!
S
omethings been bothering me: I don’t think I’ve ever found
my kink, maybe I don’t have one. But something Naomi, one of our waxing specialist team, said the other day got me thinking.
Naomi was off to a naughty schoolgirl fancy dress hen night. She wasn’t thrilled with the idea, dressing up isn’t her thing (in or out of the bedroom) and she’s not that much into girlie nights out either, so it came as no surprise to her to find herself sitting at home with her partner way before midnight. What did surprise her was the sex she had with him as they played out the role the schoolgirl outfit was made for. Totally unexpected. Totally mind blowing.
With my interest piqued I thought this may work. I recalled once trying this role play with Mr Hot Wax; it had started promisingly
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but it seems that the pigtailed, lollypop sucking schoolgirl with the squeaky voice was probably a decade younger than I was supposed to be acting. Te night, I recall, ended in a hot cup of cocoa and a good book.
I realised that it was probably no good trying the role play again with Mr Hot Wax, but how could I find out if this was my thing? Te first thing that sprang to mind was to enlist one of our hunky bare- chested clients, but no, that probably would take the client / therapist relationship beyond acceptable levels.
Ten I heard about the services of Head Master Bates (geddit?) and his Correctional Institute. Now I’d already experienced being a Head Mistress dominatrix and I’d been whipped during a fetish night, and whilst enlightening, neither experience had lit any burning desire to repeat the experience. I didn’t think that this would make much difference. So I was surprised to find myself sweaty
palmed and excited as I sat on a hard backed chair outside Head Master Bate’s office waiting to hear my crime and punishment. Te not-knowing-waiting method was certainly working.
Inside his office I was confronted with my crimes. I had been caught smoking in the loos, I had failed my exams and I had been bullying some of the younger girls. Now, as a person who has never smoked, never failed an exam, never bullied anyone in her life and been a down right goody two shoes, the injustice I felt was overwhelming “NO! I didn’t do it” I actually felt a lump in my throat and then tears welling up. I now know how the convicted, condemned but totally innocent person feels. Protests fall on deaf ears, you become resigned to the punishment, you accept your fate.
In full cap and gown the Head Master bent me across his knee, and he pulled up my grey school uniform skirt (Tesco £4.99) exposing my navy knickers. Te
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