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•ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER•

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“Agh, I just don’t understand it Cal, it’s too confusing!”

I screamed into my hands. My temper was the only thing that was stopping the stinging tears from falling from my eyes. I was frustrated, the test was tomorrow and I was nowhere near close to understanding most of the equations. Cal grinned that same grin each time I got into one of my moods and straightened the papers in front of him.

“Lisa, don’t stress, once you grasp this one the rest will fall into place.”

He nodded calmly, holding my hand in some semblance of comfort. Usually, just his touch would send happy shivers down my body and kill my anger but it wasn’t working this time. I pulled away from his touch and screwed up the paper with the horrid questions on it and threw it to the corner of the room.

“Obviously I can’t grasp it Cal, I’ve been stuck in your stuffy room for five hours and I have to get this all before tomorrow or I will fail the class. This is serious.”

The doom in my own words made me want to cry even more but something in the strange expression of my boyfriend stopped me. It was a look of mischief… and anticipation.

“Do you want to learn this?”

He asked, his tone serious but a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth hinted at a smile. I frowned at his new tone and nodded slowly in reply.

“Will you do anything to learn it, no matter how strange or… extreme.”

That twitching smile broke forth at the last word. I frowned deeper and nodded once again, this time more energetic. He had an idea? I waited as his eyes blazed towards me and he stood up.

“Well, then the only thing that’s missing is drive.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, my anger stroked.

“I have plenty of drive Cal, I have-”

He cut me off before I could finish my scathing remark.

“You need something to push you.”

I breathed hard to calm myself and listened to what he had to say.

“Your virginity.”

He grinned. My mouth opened but no sound came out and I closed it again. I was speechless by the unexpectedness of his words. He continued on, taking my silence as a means to continue.

“You will fight for your virginity. I will write things… on a few pieces of paper and put them in a hat. Each question you get wrong you will pull something out of the hat, and whatever is written on that piece of paper, you will do, or…”

He grinned wider, “or I will do to you.”

It took me a full minute before I was able to answer, but during that minute there was a lot of head shaking and heavy blinking. Not the prettiest sight.

“No! What is wrong with you Cal, I can’t, you know I’m not ready… I…”

My spluttering came to an unproductive end and my face by that time had turned a deep shade of scarlet. Cal smiled one of his deep warm smiles that I knew so well and took both my shaking hands in his large comforting ones.

“It’s ok Lisa, it was just a funny idea, but if you don’t want to then that’s ok, I won’t force you.”

His words made my heart jump a little but I couldn’t help but glance the small flash of disappointment that left his face as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the warm smile that had always made my legs shake. He frowned at me when I didn’t answer him back, worry colouring his easy grin. I was thinking. Hard. We had been dating for seven months through high school, and he had waited for me to feel ready before we even attempted anything. I had turned 18 two weeks ago and still, the fear of losing my innocence kept me physically apart from him. Was I ready? No. But that would help to push me and force me to get this right. But what other things was he talking about? The thought of it filled me with fear… and something else… anticipation? I shook my head of the thought. Cal was still looking at me worriedly. He was about to talk but I did before he had the chance.

“Ok.”

I said, my voice determined.

“What?”

He almost choked with the speed he spoke that single word. His surprise rose a smile to my lips.

“I will fight for my virginity.”

It was his turn to look shocked and speechless.

“But I have some conditions.”

I continued, he nodded and his easy grin found its place once more.

“I have 12 things to learn, right? Well, you can make your little hat of punishments, but you will not be able to take my virginity until each and every piece of my clothing has left my body.”

I watched the frown touch his eyes as he tried to understand my meaning. I continued.

“I’m sure you will have a few things you want to try in the hat, so if I get something wrong then you have to choose whether you want to pick from the hat, or take off a piece of clothing off.”

He finally grinned at my meaning and an almost look of determination crossed his eyes. He was game.

“But, if I get a question right then I get to take a piece of clothing off you. But remember, if I’m not totally naked by the 12th question, then the deals off, I stay pure.”

I laughed at the smile that that last word brought to his mouth. He stood up Kepez Escort abruptly and grabbed for some stationary. He looked up to me and pulled me in for a long and surprising kiss before he almost ran down the stairs, getting ready for our game. I smiled at the excitement of it all but at the same time, a small coil of panic rested at the bottom of my belly as I tried to ensure I had made the right choice.

I looked to the ominous hat sitting on the bedside table filled with crumpled papers each holding some kind of punishment. Breathing in a long breath I sat down with him on the opposite side of his desk and waited for the game to start. He shuffled some papers and handed me the one he was looking for.

“Ok first one is a geometry one, you are good at this Lisa so don’t panic.”

He squeezed my hand reassuringly and I smiled despite my panic. The fact that he was encouraging me despite what he would get if I failed made me calmer. I nodded my head and he set the timer. He was right, I was pretty good at geometry, and I was confident I could work out the answer fairly easily. Once I finished I huffed and handed the paper to him. He stopped the alarm and looked over the sheet. He smiled.

“Perfect. I suppose a little push was all you needed.”

I breathed out a long sigh as I let my speeding heart slow down. I grinned at him and pointed to his shirt. He stood and pulled at the hem, imitating a mock striptease, finishing with a sultry bite of his finger. I laughed at his performance and clapped gallantly. I was on a high from my first win and seeing his bronzed chest and well-earned washboard abs sweetened my victory. But before I could celebrate we were onto the second subject for my extremely frightening end of year maths exam, that had lead me to play a game of wits that gambled my virginity. Calculus. My heart sunk, and for good reason. As I handed back the paper his expression told me everything I needed to know. I was wrong. He showed me what I had gotten wrong and I wanted to kick myself. I had been pretty close and I saw my error before he had even pointed it out.

“Panties.”

He said with a gleam in his eyes. Despite it all I chuckled at his first request. My underwear was halfway down my legs before I caught the hungry expression on his face. My breath hitched at the power of that look and it made a shiver run down my spine and a strange heat traveled down my body to unspeakable places. I blushed and hurried to get the piece of clothing down my legs holding my skirt down to protect my modesty… for now. I smiled and threw it at him, hitting him squarely in the chest. He grinned at the action and draped the white fabric around his neck triumphantly.

I crossed my legs carefully as he continued shuffling papers. Next up, another geometry question. I finished and handed it in, ready to point to his pants and start the show again but that never happened. I had got it wrong. I was stunned and I was stuck. Which part of my body would I show next? None was the answer. He was choosing the hat. I winced at the decision, I had no idea what ‘punishments’ were there. I reached for the hat slowly and pulled a piece of paper out. I closed my eyes and prayed it wasn’t something horrible, then I opened my eyes and passed it to him, unable to read it myself. He read it and showed me. My heart flipped flopped. What was written was the single word ‘spank.’ I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous word. He took that as a good sign as he went on to explain the action. I imagined that light tap on the bottom you gave a toddler if they tried to touch the oven, but his words brought new images to my mind.

I shuddered as he led me to the large bed and lightly touched the small of my back to guide me across it. My panty-less ass was in the air and I squeezed my legs hard together so that my uprising skirt wouldn’t reveal too much. I waited… and waited, and yet I waited some more. Till suddenly I felt his large warm hands touch my thighs. A slight shudder ran up my flesh as his fingers trailed higher till he reached my unclothed bottom. He cupped the pert flesh and I heard him groan slightly. My breathing had picked up and my breasts pushed harder into the unyielding mattress. He brushed against me for a second and the touch made my body tingle violently. In that second I felt him, felt the unyielding and upright part of him against my unprotected backside, heard him sigh at the slight touch. A tickling feeling covered my body, then suddenly there was this loud slap as Cal’s hand landed right on the sensitive skin of my naked ass. I squealed, but as quickly as the pain came it went, and the warm feeling of his hand soothed the smarting area. He continued to slap then sooth, slap then sooth and I was almost dizzy with the strange feeling coming over my body, that unfamiliar heat pooling where he was touching me.

I could tell he was enjoying himself, his breaths were labored and his hands were becoming more bold. His last slap was the hardest of all of them and it was aimed in the exact area I was trying to hide. I moaned at the feeling that took hold and all too quickly it was over. I bit my lip and I felt Escort Kepez rouge colour my cheeks. I felt almost ashamed that the experience was in some way pleasurable. I shook my head of the thought and he helped my shaking body up. But before he let me go he held me close, his face nuzzling my neck as he pulled me towards him. I sighed at the feeling of him against me, but the spell was broken when I felt his deep need through his jeans again.

I smiled awkwardly and stepped out of his embrace, smoothing my clothes. He cleared his throat at the awakened parting but within seconds everything was back to normal, like I hadn’t of just been bent over his bed and spanked like a bad porno. We finally settled ourselves and got onto the next question. The strange tension dissipated when his warm smile that I had fallen in love with had blazed across his face. I breathed and readied myself for the next question. He handed me the sheet of paper and I answered it, this time more carefully. This game was getting dangerous. What I had left on was my skirt, bra, and my shirt. I had nine questions left and it would only take three wrong answers to expose me to my final punishment. He looked over the sheet and smiled in encouragement. Correct.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief, but I caught the flash of disappointment across Cals eyes. I frowned, but the smiling happy Cal was back again cheering me on. It wasn’t a subject I had been good at but the stakes were high. My heart was beating so fast. He handed me the next question. I answered it quickly, dead confident. That was my mistake. It seemed when I wasn’t cocky I got them right, but in my haste I had miss calculated. His face said it all. I was wrong. I breathed in shakily as I waited for his choice.

“Shirt.”

He said simply. I slipped it off, but as I watched his hooded eyes, the small breath that escaped his lips as I lifted the hem, I couldn’t help but do it slowly. I played with the hem, lifting it slowly, watching him with wide eyes, watching his body reacting to my show. I twisted my body, arching my back as I slowly pulled the shirt over my head, my breast straining over the materiel as I pulled it off. He was breathing deep and I couldn’t help but smile, watching how he looked at me. It also made me feel strange. The way he was close to panting, the way his eyes raked over my body like I was a cool glass of water and he hadn’t taken a drink in a long, long time. I supposed that was true. He had waited so long for me, and not once had he complained.

That thought warmed me from the inside and I blushed towards him. I dropped the shirt to the ground and sat back in my chair, as if I hadn’t just strip teased my boyfriend, but not before I imitated his comedic finger bite. He chuckled before he cleared his throat, his face flushed as he tried to straighten the paper in front of him, getting ready for the next question. The next two questions were hard, but surprise coloured my face as he told me I got them right. I got him to remove his jeans and his socks. He was a little confused at my last request but seeing him standing there in just his jocks and baseball cap was a hilarious combination. Plus, the thought of exposing him completely made my stomach turn, and I was worried about the implications of that. I had seen him fully naked before. But never at my command, and never so close. Perhaps it was also that I had seen him naked before, I knew just what he looked like downstairs and that was a monster I was not ready to unleash. I stopped my train of thought and just focused on the fact that I had gotten two questions right, two questions that I had had so much trouble with in the past.

The game was working. I had five questions to go. But two wrong questions and he could take my virginity. As I did the math in my head, confusion wracked my brain as I realised that the thought didn’t bother me so much. The thought of losing my virginity had scared the hell out of me at the beginning, but the closer I got to the end, it was almost like I was feeling completely different about it. Almost like I wanted it. As I watched him look at me with those wanting eyes, a warmth pooled down below and a yearning of my own pumped through my blood. I remembered earlier when his hands were on my ass, and his hardness brushed against me, stiff and wanting. It made me hot all over. Looking at him now, tan sculpted body, a cut-glass jaw and piercing green eyes. Shaggy long blond hair so effortlessly messy, yet styled to perfection. The V of his hips made me swallow as I wondered what would happen if my next choice would be his underwear. Next question. I handed in the completed question and he shook his head. I had gotten it wrong. The same disappointment I had gotten with each wrong answer didn’t feel so desperate anymore. I waited for him to make his decision. Clothing, or punishment. A smile touched his lips but it wasn’t the same cheeky grin I was used to. Now there was a more urgent hunger that resided there. I didn’t need to guess what that look meant.

“The hat.”

He replied huskily. The sound made me breathe in harder and I reached for the hat. I looked down at the words on Kepez Escort Bayan the paper and I looked to him confused.

“I don’t understand?”

I frowned at him, showing him the paper. The look in his eyes at reading his own words almost frightened me. What was written on the paper was ‘Kegal Ball- 15 minutes’. He grinned and almost blushed.

“It’s a small metal ball that you have too…”

He paused and I almost screamed at him to finish but he continued on before I had to. The anticipation was eating me up.

“You insert them, and you have to hold them there for 15 minutes.”

He finished slowly, almost laughing at my shocked expression.

“Insert them?”

I asked, but from his expression, I knew exactly where they were to be inserted. I swore under my breath and sighed heavily before standing up. He laughed at me and stood up as well, walking to where he found and took out a small metal ball and walked back towards me.

“And what happens if I can’t keep them there for 15 minutes?”

I asked cautiously. He grinned again and I sighed at the expression.

“Well, you get punished of course.”

He answered simply, as if it was obvious. I rolled my eyes at him and put my hands on my hips.

“How?”

I ground out, the frustration coming out through my teeth like a hiss. He passed me the ball and I almost winced at the cold metal thing held now in my fingers. Imagining how it would feel inside me. The thought didn’t chill me like I expected. Strangely a weird excitement bubbled through my chest. This actually turned me on? Sticking metal balls inside my vagina? Perhaps I would find myself to be more of a sexual deviant than I ever realised I’d be. He was close to me now, the temperature of his body mingling with mine and I couldn’t stop myself from falling into his arms.

His strong hands held my half-naked body close to his. His lips touched me so softly at first, but in only a short second he was pushing himself hard into me, and I let him. I reveled in the fact that my body made him go so wild. That my flesh drove him to this crazy state of desire and lust. It fuelled my own desire. After a long while, the kiss was broken and it was back to business, but that didn’t stop the tingles running through my body at his touch. He made me as wild as I made him. His lips were near mine, his eyes so close to my own. I saw him pick up the ruler that was lying innocently on the desk beside us.

“If you fail. I will use this on you.”

I shuddered, but not in fear. The strained desire coming through his words made my pulse quicken and not even his words could scare me now. All I could do was chuckle.

“I didn’t realise you were so kinky.”

He laughed along with me, winking in response. I got to it, breathing deep for courage. With his instruction, not that I needed it, I reached under my skirt hesitantly and touched the small metal ball at my entrance. I gasped at the feel of it. Cold. Unyielding. I closed my eyes and pushed, gasping as it went slowing into my depths. It was so strange, feeling something inside of me. I had always been a timid thing when it came to my sexuality, and had never once explored my nether regions… so feeling the cold metal deep inside me felt so strange and foreign. It had hurt just a little, but it wasn’t long till my insides stretched just enough to hold the ball.

That is what frightened me most of all. If it hurt having this small thing in me, imagine Cal. Deep inside me, his large member pushing past my boundaries. I shivered at the thought and looked into his eyes. He had that look as he watched me. A shudder took his body as it had mine and that hungry look never left his eyes. He motioned me to walk around and I frowned shaking my head, but at his insistence, I was forced to walk around. I screwed up my forehead, concentrating intently on keeping the thing inside me. I felt it moving and I concentrated hard on shaky legs to stop it from moving but it was only a matter of time. The ball moved and before I could pull my legs together it fell mid-stride between my legs and clattered to the floor. I swore and stamped my foot at myself, before I looked up to Cal who was unsuccessfully trying to hide his delight at my failure. He motioned to the bed and I slowly walked to my fate, bending over it as I had done before, my head facing the wall.

I waited for him but instead of footsteps heading my way with the sinister ruler, I heard him walk out of the room, a tap turn on then off, and finally footsteps towards me. Before I could question him about his little adventure I felt his wet hands on my trembling bottom and then with one quick thrust the newly washed and wet ball was pushed inside my entrance. I gasped at the familiar quick sting as it pushed up into my tight opening. I started to speak, to ask what he was doing but he quieted me with an explorative hand, kneading and feeling my backside, grazing against my sensitive flesh. I moaned at his sensual touch, feeling his fingers all over me. When he finally stopped his assault I moaned again in annoyance, wanting him to touch me again. But before I could start to complain vocally about his absence there was a sharp ‘whack’ as the ruler I eyed earlier slapped across my newly wanting flesh. I cried out from the sudden slap, feeling the ball jolting inside me. The extreme feeling of pain and pleasure had me crying out for it to stop, and at the same to for him to keep going.

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