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I've Discovered My Naughty Side...
16/11/11
Something’s 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 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. The 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? The 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.
Then 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. The 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. The first few whacks smarted and the tears over-flowed. I could feel friction of my knickers against the nylon of his gown - I was concerned we would combust I was wiggling so much. The hand spanking stopped and was replaced by a short thin cane which hurt even more, but a strange thing happened - discomfort was replaced by the kind of excitement I wasn’t expecting. As he repeated my crimes over and over again, my brain, in its heightened state of excitement, started to believe I’d been this naughty, I actually started to enjoy the thrill of being naughty, of having being caught, of being punished.
The punishment ended just at that point. I was heady from what felt like unfinished business. As requested, I apologised for my bad behaviour, promised it wouldn’t happen again and thanked the Head Master for being so lenient. My brain and body were totally confused by the experience - upset, sore, sexually excited and totally frustrated all at once. The drive home was interesting, I found every pothole in the road from High Wycombe to Norwich on purpose (and that’s a lot of pot holes). Mr Hot Wax is away on business so I’ve stored away the schoolgirl uniform and gift wrapped a cap and gown I bought off the internet along with Head Master Bates Role Play Guide to Correctional Behaviour Administration for his birthday in a few weeks time. If at first you don’t succeed… try again, and again, and again. It’s worth it if I’ve finally found my kink.
Fannie Annie x
Wax Facts: Role play is big business, you only need to look at the outfits in Anne Summers to know that. So what tickles your pickle in the dressing up stakes? Got an interesting story, email me at hotwax@outlineonline.co.uk. All responses will be kept anonymous (unless you prefer to go public!)