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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Author: Farleven
Title: Getting Some Tail
Keywords: mc, nc, MF, tf, furry

Disclaimer: this story contains representations of graphic sex acts,
if you find such material objectionable or you are not an adult do not
read any further. This story may be archived or distributed through a
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Getting Some Tail (mc, nc, MF, tf, furry)
Farleven ( farleven )
May 2002
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"You know, Tom, all guys want is sex."

That was Patricia Olen commenting in her normal dry way the sorry state
of the world to Tom, perhaps the closest thing to a friend she had.
Patricia, and you did have to call her Patricia, was one of those
people, the kind that could find something wrong with a beautiful
spring day and was disgusted by the cuteness of kittens and babies.
This of course didn't make her an entirely popular young woman, not
that she minded. It suited her just fine to be able to avoid all the
simpering masses anyway.

Tom just shook his head in reply. It wouldn't do any good to try
talking to her in one of these moods. Sometimes he wondered why he put
up with her. Then he remembered she was about the only person in the
world that ever showed any interest in him at all. Tom Warston was one
of those people who fell through the cracks of modern American culture.
He was bookish, smart and completely uninterested in anything that guys
were supposed to like, such as cars and sports. The only exception was
women, not that it did him any good, with the slight exception of
Patricia, and there wasn't a girl alive that had ever even seen him.
Unfortunately, for Tom, Patricia wasn't so equally interested in men,
but Tom was a safe confidant, and since he had no where else to turn
she accepted his presence. Tom understood the rule as well, not that
he wouldn't have enjoyed moving beyond it. Patricia wasn't a
supermodel, but she was nicely built, especially for someone who didn't
seem to care about her appearance. She had a cute smile too, though
Tom's only memories of that smile were when she had the most wicked
twinkle in her eyes. Still, Tom really didn't like her attitude some
of the time, but company to a lonely guy was like water in a desert,
you didn't turn it down.

"I'll take that as an agreement." Patricia huffed at Tom's silence.
She had just had to fend off another college guy who thought that women
were just supposed to drop their pants and spread their legs when they
saw a man coming. She wasn't as against the idea of sex as she
sounded, she just didn't like the idea of showing weakness to anyone.
Her own early experiences with sex had shown how hard it was to keep
her emotions safely concealed, and that meant she had to avoid it to
keep from showing she was human.

"Like I'm going to argue with you." Tom whimpered back. Of course it
wasn't something you could argue if you wanted to, it was just natural
for a guy to be after sex. That Patricia didn't like basic biology
wasn't something that Tom was going to worry about.

"Sometimes I forget you're just another guy under all those books. I
suppose it can't be helped." Patricia laughed. Tom could almost see
the edge of her lips turn up into a smile. He wondered just what she
was talking about but didn't stop himself from taking in her harsh
beauty for a moment. Her face was soft and round, with just the cutest
little nose. She wore a pair of those stylish black glasses that
nicely hovered over her brown eyes. This whole image was framed by her
long black hair, which fell over her shoulders almost to the center of
her back. If it wasn't for the near scowl she always wore, she would
have been very attractive.

"Well, are you still up for that little experiment I wanted you for?"
Tom asked. He was a student in the graduate program for genetic
engineering and was always working on experiments in his own lab at his
home. It had taken almost a year of research, and almost as much
coaxing to have everything ready for the experiment with Patricia. The
hardest part was getting her to do it without letting her know just
what he intended to do.

"Okay, fine, when do you want me to come over?" Patricia had been a
student as well, but now she was just living on the trust fund that had
been set up for her after her parents' death in a car accident. She
wasn't quite ready to move on to the working world, mostly because she
couldn't fathom putting up with the idiocy of bosses and coworkers.
School had been a good way to avoid it, and now she just rested while
she figured out what to do next. Patricia wasn't entirely sure what
Tom's experiment was all about, but she didn't have anything better to
do, and for some reason she felt like she owed the poor guy.

"This Friday after four will be great." Tom replied. Given that
Patricia didn't have anything else going on in her life made it very
easy to make plans this way. Tom had to fight to suppress his smile as
he thought of the experiment. It really wasn't as experimental as he
made it sound. He'd already tested the procedure, and was very pleased
with the results. Patricia would be the first person to undergo the
procedure though.

"All right, I'll see you then." Patricia said and strolled off. Tom
wondered sometimes just what she did when they weren't together, but he
didn't worry much about it today. He had just two days to make the
final preparations to his lab and then he'd have plenty of time to
enjoy the experiment.




Patricia woke up to the feeling of cold air over her naked flesh. Her
eyes flashed open and she went to sit up only to discover that her
head, hands, waist and feet all seemed to be strapped down. The last
thing she remembered was taking a drink of tea that Tom had offered
before they were going to start the experiment. She felt herself get
extremely tired and the next thing she knew she was tied up and naked.
In her attack on her bonds she also noticed that she had IV's stuck
into her arm. Obviously, she was supposed to be here for a while.

"What the hell is going on, Tom?" Patricia screamed, glad that at least
her voice still seemed to be free. Whatever kind of sick joke Tom was
playing, he'd regret it as soon as he let her up.

She heard the sounds of footsteps going down stairs to her right,
though she couldn't turn to see who it was approaching her. Patricia
knew she was in his lab though, and lamented that fact. Some of his
equipment was very loud, and for that reason he had extensively sound
proofed his entire basement. No one would hear her yell for help, even
if she felt like trying.

"Hello, Patricia, how are you this morning?" Tom asked. He walked up
to her with an almost business like tone. This wasn't what Patricia
expected at all. Tom had always been a nice guy, too nice of a guy
really, and this wasn't like him at all.

"Just great, Tom. I'm naked and strapped to a bed, just what every
girl dreams about." Patricia snapped back. She wasn't about to show
weakness at a time like this. Perhaps she could even work up enough
fear in him to let her go before he did anything more to her.

"Not completely naked, I left you glasses on. I like the look." Tom
pulled a small tray over to the bed and picked up a rather large
syringe. "I don't suppose anyone's ever told you that you look angelic
when you're sleeping. I do have to wonder what kind of dreams would
make you smile so widely though."

The thought that someone had watch her sleeping, and that she'd let her
guard down both combined to give Patricia a feeling of vulnerability
that surpassed her physical predicament. She had long since given up
worrying about being ogled, her soul, however, was her own domain, and
not something for others to casually explore.

"Tom, If you don't let me up right now, I'm going to make sure you
won't live to see next week." Patricia barked. Anger was the way, it
always had been, and Tom was so pliable. He might have been able to
strap me down while I was asleep but he would never be able to actually
keep his wits while I barked at him, Patricia thought. It wouldn't be
hard to get him to see the error of his ways. She'd still have to make
him pay for this, but just getting free was a good goal for the moment.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this scared before, Patricia. I'm
sorry but you did agree to help me with my experiment." Tom said as he
filled the syringe from a large beaker.

"I didn't agree to any of this! Now let me go, Tom." Patricia sniped
back. She was feeling a twinge of worry. Tom had never been this
determined before. Patricia didn't want to admit it, but he seemed
adamant on doing what ever it was he had planned. That filled her with
a new concern, just what was in that syringe he was preparing.

"Well, I did think our arrangement was rather open ended, but no
matter. You're here and I'm here and everything's ready. It would be
such a terrible shame to stop now." Tom felt kind of melodramatic with
his mad scientist routine, but it was kind of fun playing with Patricia
after all this time. The most enjoyable part was the flickers of
honest emotion that ran through her eyes. Patricia always liked to be
in control, and this was about as far from that as she could get.

Patricia bit her lip to keep from saying something she'd regret as Tom
tied a strap around her arm and started probing for a vein. This
wasn't something she'd ever prepared herself to endure, and it wasn't
easy to maintain control as she felt the cold metal tip of the syringe
touch her skin.

"Just what are do you think you're going to do to me?" Patricia
snapped, doing her best to keep Tom from being able to stick her with
the needle, but her arm had been strapped down too well to allow her
much room to maneuver.

"Well, I think it'll be more fun for you to discover that on your own.
Certainly better for my research too. Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt
much if my earlier tests are any indication." Tom replied as he stabbed
into Patricia's arm. Patricia couldn't stifle a whelp at the burning
pain that ran through her veins as Tom emptied the syringe into her.

"Don't worry now, you'll take a nice nap and we'll be ready for the
next stage." Tom said smoothly, taking the opportunity to fondle one of
Patricia's ripe breasts. She whimpered a bit, still in shock from the
injection. Already she could feel herself drifting asleep again.
Patricia tried to fight it, but her eyes kept getting heavier until
finally she drifted off.




Patricia awoke some time later, curled up in a ball on a small bed of
pillows. She felt groggy again, and her body was tingling all over.
Patricia quickly noticed that she was still naked, but was very happy
not to still be tied down. She sat up and looked around. She was in a
moderate sized room that was fairly empty. Aside from the bed of
pillows, the floor was covered in a soft looking carpet. A small round
edged table was bolted to the wall and a television sat behind a glass
opening in the far wall. The walls on two sides each featured large
windows that gave an unobstructed view of the entire room, and the
other wall had a mirror across it's entire length. The final touch was
a small sink and toilet over in the corner by the television. There
wasn't the least bit of privacy for either and Patricia just felt
nauseous thinking about using the toilet like that.

Patricia considered for a moment a way to hide her nudity, but quickly
considered that she would look far more pathetic trying to use the
pillows than not. Patricia knew there wasn't much point anyway, Tom
had likely fondled everything he'd wanted to already. She shuddered at
the thought, but she wasn't the least bit surprised. Men were pigs,
even ones who seemed as nice as Tom had before all this.

With covering up basically impossible, Patricia got up and walked over
to the door. It was locked naturally, but she knew she had to try the
easy way first. With that resolved, Patricia picked up a pillow and
proceeded to punch the window as hard as she could. The weird wobbling
sound she heard told Patricia that the windows were all plexi glass,
and that left her without any easy way out. She went back over to the
pillows and sat down, doing her best to cover up her nudity and wait
for whatever Tom had planned next.

"Hello, Patricia. Feeling better now? I'm sorry I can't let you out
but for now you'll just have to suffer. Feel free to watch whatever
you want on TV, there's a control right under it." Tom greeted, walking
down with a tray of food. He slid the tray through a hole in the door.
"I'm sorry I can't give you any utensils, but I'm sure you'll be okay,
it's all designed to eat easily without them."

"Tom, what do you think you're doing? What kind of experiment is this
anyway?" Patricia asked coldly, not making any move for the food.

"I said I didn't want to spoil the surprise, and I won't. If you need
anything just yell and I'll come over." Tom finished and walked away.
It would be at least another day before any noticeable effects of the
treatment happened and till then there wasn't anything he could really
do. Certainly he enjoyed Patricia's nudity, but the deep scowl on her
face was a ready turn off. He'd come back after she'd fallen asleep
again and then watch her. She was far more pleasant then.

Patricia just followed his retreating form with her eyes and then sat
still again for a while. Finally her own hunger overcame her
reluctance and she went over and gobbled down the meal Tom had brought.
She quickly retreated back to her pillows and just waited. She didn't
know what was going on, and it worried her. Not only was she trapped
and naked, but her entire body was still tingling in such a strange way
that she couldn't even hold her thoughts straight. There wasn't
anything she could do though, and she knew it, all that was left was to
just sit and wait.

Her sitting had turned to a nap and then a long sleep before she knew
it. She awoke the next day, or what she assumed was the next day, with
an even stranger feeling. Patricia looked down at her body and gasped
in surprise, her entire body was covered in short brown fur. She ran
her hand over her skin and just shivered in odd delight at the touch
and the downy feel of her fur covered body. The only exceptions seemed
to be a patch of light gray fur over her belly and breasts and her
head, which was fully normal from the neck up.

Patricia stood up and looked in the mirror. If it wasn't for her own
two eyes, she would never have believed this was happening. Even more
unnerving was the fact that she couldn't keep from rubbing her hands
over her body, and gasping at the wonderful sensations her fingers
coaxed out of her flesh.

"Enjoying yourself, Patricia? You do look fabulous." Tom smiled,
looking in at her from the window.

"Get bent." Patricia snapped back, though her hands didn't stop their
explorations for a moment. She was a bit unnerved by that, but even
more from the thought that popped up in her head as she saw Tom. A
part of her actually wanted him to come in and pet her! Patricia just
shuddered again, both in revulsion and attraction to the unwelcome
thought.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it in time. I do find it fascinating
to watch at this stage though." Tom commented. He had noticed both a
slight blush on Patricia's cheeks and a shudder from her body.
Undoubtedly, the treatment was going as planned, enhancing her senses
and dampening her resistance. Tom wondered just how long she could
hold out. He figured Patricia would last through nearly the entire
process, she was both reserved and strong willed. Still, strange
circumstances could do anything to a person's mind, and there was no
way to tell for sure what would happen.

With every ounce of strength she had, Patricia stopped caressing
herself and turned around to face Tom directly. Just as soon as she
looked at him, she felt another flush run through her. She could feel
herself getting aroused just being this close to a man. She did her
best to stand firm while Patricia questioned her own sanity and self
control. Just what has he done to me? Patricia asked herself.

"Am I supposed to be some little sex toy for you or something, Tom?"
Patricia sniped, crossing her arms over her very sensitive nipples.
She had to fight off a delighted moan from the unexpected pleasure she
received from rubbing over them with her arms.

"May be, why do you ask?" Tom prompted. He could see in her reaction
just how she was feeling, but he certainly didn't expect her to admit
to it yet. Patricia wouldn't give up control easily, and that promised
a good show.

"Bastard." Was all Patricia could say in reply. She quickly turned
away from him an closed her eyes when she felt a sudden wistful thought
of how good it would feel to have his cock inside her. She bit down
and concentrated, this wasn't her thought and she had to keep it out of
her mind. That had to be it, she was going to be some weird sex toy
for him, Patricia thought. The idea filled her with dread, but also a
faint hunger. She fought to maintain her composure rather than just
sink into a whimpering ball. She wouldn't give him that pleasure.

After another bit of watching Tom left. He came back a few more times,
and they traded barbs as he left more food for Patricia. When he
wasn't around, Patricia took the time to examine herself. The fur she
was growing was just wonderfully soft, and it felt wonderful running
her hands over her body. Her thoughts seemed under control again too,
and she did her best not to think about Tom. Any time she did, she
found herself thinking about increasingly indecent things she could do
with him, and the almost anxious need she felt about the thoughts
scared her as much as they excited her. Patricia knew he'd done
something terrible to her, and trembled at the thought that she was
slowly coming to accept it. In the end she went back to sleeping, not
feeling like watching TV or doing anything else for the moment.

Waking up for her third day was another unwelcome experience for
Patricia. The worst thing was that she felt wonderful, and she knew it
was all because of what had been done to her. She noticed with
pleasure that her coat was coming in nicely, and her body was still
wonderfully sensitive. There were a few more additions besides that.
Her ears had changed, becoming more cat like, and were pointing out of
her still long black mane. Her hands and feet had changed as well.
They were stubbier, rounder and her thumbs had drifted into her
fingers. She realized that they were becoming paws, and looked at them
in wonder. The final addition was the one she liked the best, a nice
fluffy long tail that fluttered behind her. Patricia looked at herself
in the mirror after her immediate examination and just smiled at the
reflection, not even wanting to suppress the pride at how wonderful she
looked.

Patricia spent a good while just concentrating on her tail as it
flicked behind her. She found that it did seem to have a mind of its
own, though she could feel it and control it a little. She strolled
around the room and watched it snake behind her seductively as she
walked. Patricia enjoyed her reflection for a moment before she really
thought about it and cursed herself. She'd been walking like some kind
of horny slut. She tried to walk again normally, but it didn't feel
natural, certainly not like it should have. Strutting along with a
nice pump and grind felt perfect though, especially with the tail
whipping across her ass. She cursed this change as well, but only
half-heartedly, it felt too good to fully hate.

She turned around when she heard clapping and found herself looking
wantonly at Tom. Patricia had never felt so suddenly aroused in all
her life as she did when her eyes landed on him, and she found herself
suddenly thinking about how she could best coax him in so they could
play.

/What am I thinking?/ Patricia chastised herself and tried to stamp out
the thought. It wasn't quite that easy now though. She even felt a
twinge of guilt at trying and couldn't suppress the notion that it was
a shame to let her pussy go empty. Patricia whimpered at the flurry of
strange thoughts running through her mind. Every one she stamped out
seemed to leave behind two more, and she was quickly running out of
energy or the desire to fight it. Rationally, she knew they were all
the result of Tom's treatment, but they seemed so natural and proper
that it was hard for her to keep the will to fight off the feelings.

/He is making me into some kind of sex toy!/ Patricia winced before her
own mind added the next thought. /It'll be fun too!/

"You look wonderful today, Patricia." Tom complimented the squirming
cat woman standing on the other side of the glass. He could see her
inner torment, the battle between his programming and her own thoughts.
The sight of her erect nipples and glistening slit told him which side
was winning for the moment. Tom knew it would be a tough process, but
she'd find a balance, and he expected it to be quite an enjoyable one.

"Oh, thanks, Tom." Patricia beamed for a moment, unable to resist a
compliment. She knew she looked like one sexy little kitty, and was
almost proud of it. It took a second for her to realize what she'd
done and snap back at him. "What have you done to me you bastard?"

"Just a few slight improvements. I've always had a thing for fur and
tails, and I wanted to be sure I could enjoy it." Tom answered. He
wanted desperately to go in and play with her right then, but the
programming hadn't taken complete hold yet. Patricia was always
dangerous when she wanted to be, and right now he knew she would be a
demon if she gained enough control. One more day and she'd be ready,
and then they could have a nice little romp.

"So you had to turn me into some sex crazed cat woman? What kind of a
sick pervert are you?" Patricia sniped back, fighting off the feeling
of honor she felt at being made to please Tom. The feeling of her tail
wagging fiercely behind her distracted her though, keeping her off
balance. She even found herself pressing out her breasts and giving
him a slight profile before she pulled herself together again. The
final insult was the growing heat from her pussy, and Patricia knew she
was getting herself nice and wet on the odd chance Tom wanted to play
with her. No amount of concentration seemed to stifle it, much to
Patricia's dismay.

"One that I'm sure you'll enjoy very much, Patricia." Tom smiled. Her
reactions were perfect, and he knew she couldn't last much longer.
A new series of perversions ran through Patricia's head as she
considered just how much she could enjoy a pervert like Tom. She
shuddered and moaned as she squeezed her perky breasts openly, wishing
they were Tom's hands. A moment later she whelped and turned away,
forgetting the full mirror on the wall for a moment. It was all so
crazy, she felt this burning need, both to please and to be used.
Patricia couldn't help herself, her body felt so good, and these
perverted thoughts seemed so right that it was hard to muster a
defense.

"Please, Tom, let me go. I won't tell anybody about this." Patricia
whined. It had taken all her strength to do it. Not only was it
showing weakness, but it was asking for something from Tom. It was her
job to please Tom, not the other way around, at least that's what her
new feelings told her. She fought that notion down, but Patricia knew
it was only under control, not gone, at least for now.

"Well, I haven't worked out a reversal procedure yet, so I don't think
you'll have much luck fitting in right now. Besides, I don't think it
would be very good to see you raping some poor man on the evening news
in a day or two. You'll be much better here, under my care." Tom
replied. He'd almost expected her to break down sooner, and was
pleasantly surprised she'd fought this long. There was still a long
way to go, he knew, but she was already well down the path.

That filled her with dread. Another day like the last two and she'd
just be a simpering little sex toy, Patricia thought. Even now she
couldn't deny that the idea sounded tempting, even though she knew how
artificial the feeling was. With the last of her strength, she
strutted over the pile of pillows and sat down, carefully positioning
herself so that all he had a view of was her back and her new tail.
Patricia couldn't bear to look at him anymore, she hated him, and at
the same time wanted to ravish him. It was almost more than she could
take, and ignoring him was the only thing she could think of that could
help for the moment.

Tom just watched the tail in fascination, wondering just how much
control she had over it. It looked delicious too, waving across her
plump little ass. He hoped she enjoyed it as much as he'd programmed
her too. Soon, her resistance would crack and they would both get to
enjoy the new Patricia.

Patricia sat there for a long time, not even wanting to risk turning
around to see if Tom was still there. The inner turmoil only seemed to
grow more intense, not less, the more she tried to fight down the alien
thoughts that were consuming her. The thoughts Patricia knew where her
own seemed all the more alien every moment, usurped by the thoughts Tom
had obviously planted in her mind. She knew she was rapidly becoming
his toy, his pet, and every moment made that idea not just tolerable,
but desirable. Patricia could hardly think about any of what was
happening without her thoughts turning to Tom. From there all she
could think of was how much fun they could have playing together.

Keeping her hands still was another chore for Patricia. The storm in
her mind was amplified by the near overwhelming arousal seeping through
her entire body. She knew just how good it felt to fondle herself, and
this new body seemed even more wonderfully sensitive than her old flesh
had been. Patricia fought down the urge to fully explore her new fur
covered form, afraid that she would quickly descend into a frenzy of
self love that would further break down her already weak defenses.
That didn't change the call from her steaming pussy or lust hardened
nipples, they wanted to be caressed, fondled and rubbed, and they
didn't care about such things as modesty. Patricia didn't know how
long she could hold out, but she tried her best not to give in any
sooner than she had too. Rationally, she didn't know what it could
gain her, but surrendering to Tom's perverted fantasy hardly seemed a
desirable end to this either.




Eventually Patricia drifted off to sleep again, somewhat worried about
what changes she would wake up to, but her eyelids finally won their
battle and she fell into a deep and restful sleep. She was exhausted
mentally and physically from the steady state of arousal and her
resistance to her implanted thoughts. In the end, she slept for half a
day, curled up into a little ball of fur with her tail comfortably
resting over her nose to keep it warm.

Patricia awoke on her back with a cry of ecstasy crossing her lips.
Her legs were spread widely with one of her paws vigorously rubbing her
pussy while her other paw massaged a tit. She had been having the most
wonderful dream about being ravished by Tom, and she pulled back to the
waking world with a wonderful orgasm. She could feel her tail swishing
across the pillows, echoing her own excitement. It felt so naturally
wonderful, and only wished it hadn't been a dream.

No sooner had the fog of her release began to lift than Patricia sat up
in shock. She could barely believe what she'd just done, and was only
glad that Tom hadn't been there watching. Still, she had to struggle
to pull her paws away from her most tender areas, it was just so
wonderful a feeling. Her next shock was just how completely her hands
had become paws. They looked like perfectly scaled cat's paws, with
the notable exception of not having claws. Still, their pads were
sensitive like fingers and she felt like they were far more
controllable than Patricia would have thought. The next change she
noticed were her breasts, not only were they far more sensitive, they
seemed to have filled out some and were topped by lovely puffy nipples
that just cried out to be sucked on. Patricia just shuddered warmly at
the thought of Tom wrapping his lips around them and sucking. Finally,
Patricia turned her attention to her pussy. She spread her legs and
looked down in amazement at the pussy staring back. It was no longer
just a hair covered little slit she was used too. Her fur conveniently
ended at the edges of her mound, and her pussy was now a pair of fleshy
pink lips that seemed to cry out that she was in heat. Patricia sent
one of her paws to touch herself again and gasped as she ran over the
tender lips. Her outer lips felt wonderfully smooth and inviting, and
her exploration sent sparks of pleasure as they ran over her welcoming
gates. Her entire pussy seemed as sensitive as her clit had been
before, and when her paw trailed over her clit, Patricia cried out with
an unexpected orgasm.

Patricia fell back and panted as the pleasure ran through her. Her own
thoughts returned again as her release cleared her mind. There was no
doubt now that her body had been changed for sexual pleasure and she
felt an honest smile cross her lips at the thought. The objection came
a moment later, but it was more expected than honest. Patricia knew
this was all Tom's doing, but the thought of resisting the changes was
nearly as foreign an idea to her now as becoming Tom's pussy cat was
only a few days before. Her mind still rattled with the struggle, but
it was more a fighting of propriety versus reality. She was Tom's
sexual pet now, just like he'd wanted, Patricia knew this wasn't right,
that she shouldn't want it but that didn't matter now. She realized
that she'd accepted her fate the day before, as she sat fighting back
the ocean. She knew it was only time before she'd be overwhelmed, and
now it had happened. A rational element was still angry about what had
been done to her, but the rest of her being loved it just like she was
supposed to. All that was left was for Tom to come in and claim her
and Patricia found herself bubbling with anticipation.

Tom looked in at the smiling cat woman with his own grin. This was it,
she wasn't fighting anymore he observed as she openly moaned and gasped
from self-exploration. This was the moment he'd been waiting for.
"Hello, Patricia, you look happy this morning."

"Oh, Hi Tom! I feel great!" Patricia beamed, filled with a sudden joy
at having gained her owner's attention. She quailed a bit at that
thought, but stifled the resistance, she was his pet and thus he was
her owner, just like it should be. She turned around and gave him a
friendly wave while showing off her breasts at the same time. Her
already hot pussy surged with more heat as she hoped he'd come and play
with her.

"Why don't you come in so we can play with this new body of mine? I've
already been trying it out and it's wonderful!" Patricia invited not a
sign of any doubt in her sweet smile. She was facing Tom now and
making no attempt to hide any of her curves from his wandering eyes.
Her tail whipped playfully behind her, a final sign of her happy state.
The feeble remains of her resistance rattled around in her head, trying
to keep her from further enticing Tom, but passion was flowing through
her veins leaving her unable to control herself. Worst of all,
Patricia knew that she wanted just what Tom had to offer.

"Are you sure?" Tom asked. He had no real doubt as to her willingness,
in truth he wanted to see just how she reacted to the question.
Besides he was enjoying the view at the moment, and his already hard
shaft would have plenty of fun soon enough.

"Of course! How else could you try out my new pussy?" Patricia twisted
around and fell back onto her plump rear with her legs spread, showing
off her new pulpy pussy lips that were already sparkling with her
juices. She ran a paw over the sensitive lips and let out a satisfied
rowrl as pleasure rippled through her. "It's all hot and juicy too,
and I bet you made me nice and tight so I can really give you a nice
fuck, didn't you Tom?"

"Do you mind?" Tom asked as he crossed into Patricia's room. The first
thing he noticed was the thick smell of feminine musk filling the air.
Patricia was radiating passion, and Tom felt his cock twitch in
response. There wasn't any doubt that her transformation was a
success, all that was left was to enjoy the rewards of all his hard
work.

"Not really, I know I should, but the thought of you just pounding into
my pussy has me incredibly hot. Isn't that what you wanted?" Patricia
asked almost innocently while her paw continued a relaxed rubbing of
her new mound. The honesty felt refreshing to Patricia, she could
remember all the things she'd hidden from people in the past, and it
felt incredibly good to just tell Tom how she really felt.

"Of course, I'm just glad that you don't mind." Tom replied, closing
the door behind him.

"Oh my, you smell nice!" Patricia moaned as Tom's scent wafted into her
nose, interrupting her earlier thoughts. She was momentarily surprised
she even noticed, she'd never smelled a man this way before, and Tom
did smell wonderfully aroused. Stranger still was her reaction,
Patricia was overwhelmed by the need to mate just at the smell of a
willing male. Her pussy churned and all thoughts of resistance flew
from her mind. She jumped up from her pillows with the grace of
skilled gymnast and was leaning her fur-covered breasts into her
owner's chest with only a few quick jumps. She quickly ran her hands
over his clothing, deciding which article to pull from him first. "Now
why don't we get you out of those stuffy old clothes so we can play?"

Tom didn't need to say anything, Patricia was stripping him before she
even finished asking the question. It wasn't like her owner was going
to turn her down now, that wouldn't have made any sense to her if he
rejected her now. Patricia disrobed Tom quickly but with a sensuous
flare, rubbing up against him and leaving lingering caresses as she
pulled off his clothes. In mere moments, she was the better dress of
the two as she was still wearing her dark rimmed glasses.

"This is much better!" Patricia mewed as she pressed her fur-covered
body into Tom's naked flesh. It wasn't long before she noticed his
hard shaft pressing into her stomach. She pulled back with a
devilishly sweet smile and looked down at his swinging member.
Patricia smiled again and descended until she was kneeling with Tom's
cock right in front of her nose.

"Oh, wow, you're so big!" Patricia gasped. She had never been very
sexually active, but Patricia thought she had a good impression of what
a normal cock was like and Tom's surpassed anything she'd anticipated.
Her pussy just quivered in anticipation of being stuffed with such a
tool. Patricia also felt a new curiosity strike her when she licked
her lips hungrily, she wanted to know how he tasted. Without a moments
pause she bent forward and gave Tom's shaft a long lick from the base
of his shaft to the top. In that instant Patricia noticed two things.
The first was how wonderful Tom tasted and the second was how much
longer and more sensitive her tongue was. Another feature for her
owner no doubt, and Patricia was already looking forward to servicing
Tom like this in the future.

Tom moaned at the wonderful feeling, pleased that not only did
Patricia's tongue turn out perfectly but that she'd done it on her own.
Still, Tom wasn't in the mood for a blowjob right now. He'd spent the
last several days looking in on her naked flesh as it transformed into
the lovely creature kneeling before him and he wanted nothing more than
to ravish her. He also wanted to try out his new cock, a gift to
himself after Patricia's transformation proved so wonderfully
successful. Tom hadn't been small before, but figured that more
couldn't hurt, and Patricia was designed to take even more than he
could offer now.

Tom reached down and grabbed onto her upper arms and pulled her up.
Patricia frowned for a moment, unhappy that she wasn't licking him
anymore, but then perked up as she looked into his smiling face. She
felt a new flush of arousal flow through her as Tom took a long look at
her fur-covered flesh. Patricia let her own eyes wander Tom's body and
wondered how much longer he would wait to ravish her.

"You've turned out better than I could have dreamed! Your fur is just
perfect and you're every bit as beautiful as I knew you were." Tom
beamed, letting his hands roam freely over Patricia's coat. He smiled
as she shuddered at his touch, gratified that even so cursory a caress
could captivate her.

It didn't take much of this petting before Patricia closed her eyes and
felt a strangely satisfying rumble inside. It took her a moment to
realize she was purring.

"Oh, Tom, listen! I'm purring!" Patricia gasped, placing a paw on her
chest and taking in the amazing sensation. She would never have
believed it if she wasn't hearing it. Tom's fingers continued to dance
across her and she felt her purr become a roar inside her as she
savored his touch.

"Of course you are, you're my little kitten, Patricia." Tom smiled. It
was amazing to watch and listen to the cat girl purring right there
before him. His cock was at full attention again, and he considered
for a moment if it wasn't time to satisfy that desire.

It didn't take much for him to decide what to do. He quickly pulled
his purring kitten to him and lifted her up by her plump little ass.
Patricia wrapped her arms around his neck and mewed as her breasts
bounced against his chest. Tom walked to the pile of pillows and set
Patricia down and laid her on her back as he lay down beside her.

Patricia purred for another few moments before deciding to act. She
quickly straddled her owner and leaned forward, dangling her breasts
right over his chest while her steaming pussy ran across his stomach.
She reached down and scooped up his hands in her paws and cupped them
over her breasts and yowling at the sudden pleasure. "I just love
these new tit's, Tom! They're so sensitive I bet you can make me cum
just by pinching my nipples! They're so full too, I bet you just love
watching them bounce!"

Tom just grinned in ascent and squeezed on the fur-covered orbs. These
were also everything he had hoped for, full, round, and firm as well as
sensitive. He took Patricia up on her challenge and firmly pinched
each of her hardened nipples. Patricia whelped and shuddered and Tom
felt her pussy juices suddenly flood onto his stomach. She was indeed
very sensitive, just like he had planned.

"Oh, yes, that was wonderful!" Patricia sighed as she recovered from
the rush of pleasure. She silently wondered just how good fucking
would be if just having her nipples pinched gave her such pleasure.
The thought of fucking set off another yearning from her still empty
pussy. Patricia had never before wanted sex like she wanted it now.
If Tom wanted a sex pet, he was going to have to learn how to care for
it, and that would have to include plenty of good hard fucks.

Patricia let out a rowrl and grabbed onto Tom's shoulders. With one
smooth motion she rolled onto her back, and brought Tom along with her.
She quickly spread her legs and presented her pussy, it was time to
fuck.

"Okay, Tom, quit teasing and fuck me!" Patricia coaxed as she ran her
paws over Tom's naked back. He was just smiling like a man who had
found heaven, and Patricia did her best to get his attention back on
her own empty channel. The sense of anticipation was already welling
up inside her, the sensitive new body she had was going to love this,
Patricia knew, and she couldn't wait to find out how much.

Patricia cooed as she felt the tip of his cock nudging into her folds
and fought to keep her hips still so he wouldn't miss his target. Time
seemed to slow to a crawl as she took in the sensation of her pussy
lips being parted and Tom's huge cock slipping into her. Patricia
moaned into Tom's lips as he kissed her, letting herself be swept away
by the sensation. Tom thrust into her with one long smooth motion and
Patricia could feel every bump and vein in his cock as it sank into
her. Finally, she felt his sack press between her legs and she knew he
was fully inside her. Patricia rippled her pussy in welcome to the
invader, marveling at just how deeply filled and stuffed her pussy
felt. She could remember feeling tight in her past encounters, but
this was wonderfully comfortable and it felt like she was filled all
the way into her belly.

"How do you like it, Patricia?" Tom asked as he rested with his girth
inside a woman for only the second time in his life. He could tell she
was awash in pleasure just from the way her furry body was quivering
beneath him, and Tom especially enjoyed the thorough caress her pussy
was giving his cock as he rested inside her. Tom was glad he'd given
himself greater control over his orgasms when he'd made the other
changes or he'd have already came just from Patricia's welcoming hold.

"Oh, it's just wonderful, Tom, you are nice and big! I feel so nice
and full with you stretching me out!" Patricia purred. She was already
beginning to hump into him as she waited for Tom to begin fucking her.
"Now, use that new cock of yours and fuck me good!"

Tom wasn't about to hesitate now, and quickly began plunging in and out
of Patricia's steaming pussy. He was relishing everything now, not
just the wonderful feeling of her perfectly molded pussy, but the
softness of her fur as they pumped into each other and the wonderful
mix of feline and feminine sounds coming from her as they bucked
against each other. This was exactly what Tom had wanted when he began
the project and Patricia had become the perfect sexual partner.

Patricia was enjoying her new form as well, savoring the wondrous
sensation that each new plunge of Tom's cock brought. She would never
have guessed that sex could be like this, and she was completely
enthralled by the sensations. Not only was she being fucked but she
was engulfed in Tom's presence, his scent filled the air and Patricia
ran her paws over his flesh with lustful abandon. It was more than she
would ever have expected and Patricia could find nothing left inside
her willing to resist.

It wasn't long that Patricia felt a new sensation boiling up inside
her. Every thrust of Tom's shaft seemed to add to her heat. She had
never felt something like this before, and Patricia fucked Tom back
even harder as she felt the passion inside her grow even hotter.

"Oh, Tom, harder, fuck me harder!" Patricia cried out, doing her best
to help him. He obliged as best he could and Patricia felt herself
nearly overwhelmed as his cock plunged even harder into her. "God,
Tom, oh, god, oh, oh oh, ooooaaaaoooh!"

Patricia felt her entire being explode with sudden passion. Her body
quaked and fire seemed to leap from her pussy to her nipples. She was
wondrously aware of how full her passage with Tom's shaft and how her
nipples were playing across his chest, his every motion just adding
sparks to the overwhelming pleasure she was engulfed in. Patricia just
let herself sail away and enjoy it while Tom continued to enjoy her
flesh.

Tom resumed fucking her as she drifted back to only a highly aroused
state. Her eyes rolled back down and she smiled the cutest smile at
Tom.

"Oh, Tom, that was wonderful! Thank you!" Patricia purred as she
realized she'd just been given her first orgasm. She had never worked
herself up to one before, and she could only imagine just how much her
new form amplified the pleasure over anything she could have received
before. She squirmed under him for a moment, realizing that she still
had Tom's wonderfully hard cock inside her and decided to see if she
couldn't have more fun with him.

Tom bent down and kissed her, which Patricia returned passionately.
She was already fucking him back again, instinctively knowing that she
could coax more than a few more wonderful orgasms out of him before
they were finished. Tom was enjoying himself as well by reaching up
and playing with Patricia's breasts. She had certainly become exactly
what he'd hoped, and he knew he'd have the whole afternoon to play with
her.




Patricia drifted awake and then felt something strange and constraining
all around her and she shot up. I took her a moment to realize it was
only a bedspread that had been covering her. Not for the first time in
recent days she felt strange, and she looked down at herself. What she
saw surprised her more than anything else, she was back in her own
body. She was completely naked and totally human again, right down to
her badly manicured nails.

Patricia shirked off the rest of the confining blanket and let this
change sink in. In truth, she wasn't sure if any of what she
remembered had actually happened. It was almost like a very real
dream. She'd had wet dreams before, but she had no idea where getting
turned into Tom's fuck kitty had come from. Patricia could smell her
musk in the air, a testament to just how hot the dream had been. May
be she'd been wrong about Tom, Patricia thought, he could use a bit
more feminine attention and if her dream was telling her anything, she
was needing some male attention.

She recognized the room as one of Tom's guestrooms. Patricia didn't
know how she'd ended up here or why she had been sleeping in the nude.
She did remember she'd came over to help Tom with one of his
experiments, but could only bring up that bizarre dream when she tried
to remember what happened after she'd arrived.

Tom pushed open the door with his back and came in carrying a tray full
of breakfast for Patricia.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" He laughed as he twirled around and took in
Patricia's fully nude body lying onto of the bed.

"Excuse me!" Tom yelped and turned back around, having to fight down a
smile at what he'd just seen. There wasn't any doubt that Patricia was
one lovely woman.

Patricia smiled at Tom's overt shyness and then surprised herself by
not instinctively reaching for her sheets. In fact, she didn't even
feel any need to cover herself. She was a lovely young woman, and any
man would love to see every inch of that beauty. Besides, Tom was her
friend and if she couldn't be open with him who could she be?

"That's okay, Tom, you can turn around." Patricia giggled, not sure if
it was because of Tom's shyness or the fact that she was about to give
him a free peak when he turned around again. She watched him intently
as he twisted back around and smiled as she saw his wide eyes taking in
her naked body again.

"Are you okay, Patricia? Don't you feel a little exposed?" Tom asked,
doing his best to keep his excitement from overwhelming him.

"I'm fine, Tom, don't you like what you see?" Patricia threw her head
back and lifted one of her knees in a classic pinup pose for him. She
could hardly believe she was doing this, but it felt so natural, just
like her submission in the dream.

"You're beautiful, Patricia, and you're sure you don't mind being
naked?" Tom probed again.

"I know it's different, but it's kind of fun, and I bet you're enjoying
it too." Patricia giggled, looked down at the outline of his member in
the crotch of his pants. She felt herself warm a bit at the thought
that she was turning him on. That was strange too, Patricia thought,
she was acting so weird right now, and her thoughts turned back to
Tom's experiment.

"It wasn't a dream was it?" Patricia asked, not feeling upset, but
wanting to be sure. Somehow it just wasn't possible for her to summon
up any anger towards Tom, and she didn't really mind how she was
behaving. All Patricia wanted was to know the truth.

"What dream, Patricia?" Tom asked, not wanting to give anything away to
her. He also wanted to here her version of the experience so he could
judge how to react.

"The one where you turn me into a nympho cat girl and we fuck away
until we were to tired to move. It really happened didn't it?"
Patricia asked. Her eyes locked on Tom's, waiting for him to lie to
her.

"Yeah, it happened, that was my experiment. I hope you aren't mad
about it." Tom replied, setting the tray of food down beside her.
Patricia was certainly acting mellow so far and he felt it was a safe
risk. He hadn't known how long it would take the whole process to
reverse, or if it would entirely.

Patricia was a bit surprised that he admitted it so freely. She
thought about her feelings as well, she knew she should be mad. Tom
had obviously used her, turned her into a fuck toy for his own
pleasure, though she had to admit she'd enjoyed it too. Still, she
couldn't summon up any anger, just like her sudden lack of modesty. "I
should be, Tom, but I suppose your little experiment still has me as
your docile little pet, even if I don't have that beautiful fur coat."

"All the direct effects of the experiment should wear off in the next
couple of days. You'll be fine." Tom replied, surprised by her
apparent fondness for her temporary form.

"I don't know I feel pretty normal now, Tom." Patricia stated. She
knew she wasn't acting like herself, but she didn't feel weird about
it. In fact being so close to Tom had her fondly remembering the time
they'd spent together in his little observation room.

"Well, lets see how you feel in a could of days, then we'll see." Tom
replied.

"Alright, I don't have anything better to be doing anyway." Patricia
smiled. "Do you still have the nice big shlong of yours?"

Tom simply nodded in surprise at her question. He wondered for a
moment if she meant what he wanted her to.

"Great, and since I know you're a sexist pig, I know you won't mind if
we spend these next couple of days in bed then, will you?" Patricia
giggled, pulling Tom to her and rubbing her nose to his. He'd been a
very good partner in his lab room, and she hoped he wasn't about to get
shy now. She knew this was still very out of character for her, but it
didn't bother her. Patricia was far more interested in the good
fucking she was about to coax out of Tom. "Just think of this as
extended research for your little experiment."

Tom wrapped his arms around her and gave her a passionate kiss. He
couldn't have guessed this reaction from her but as Patricia rapidly
disrobed him, he wasn't about to turn her down.




It was three days later before they emerged from the bedroom for more
than visiting the refrigerator or bathroom. Tom was nearly worn out,
not that he regretted a single moment with Patricia. She was still
quite the little tiger in bed and they had plenty of fun proving it.

Now they were sitting on the couch in Tom's living room, Tom in a robe
and Patricia still naked.

"I have to love that stamina of yours, Tom." Patricia sighed wistfully.
He didn't go down unless he wanted to, and since she'd been willing,
she could swear he stayed hard for almost the entire three days they'd
been in bed. Patricia had loved every moment and was very pleased with
herself for prompting their little party.

"And you were a little tiger in there, Patricia!" Tom smiled at the
slight blush that rolled across her. It amazed me that after all this
she could still be embarrassed. "What's there to be blushing about?"

Patricia smiled shyly, a sight that Tom would have never believed only
a week ago, and she looked so lovely that he could barely control
myself.

"I liked it." She whispered.

"What, the last three days? I know it was great!" Tom reveled in the
wonder that they'd shared in just those few days.

"No, silly, I liked being your little kitten." Patricia whispered
again, her voice quaking with obvious embarrent. That time in his
lab had been the most freeing, wonderful experience of her entire life.
She had tried to reassert her old notions of propriety since returning
to her old body, but she couldn't forget how wonderful it had been.
The old Patricia could never have something like that, and she knew if
she followed her old path, she would never know such joy again. Beyond
anything else, she couldn't bare the thought of going the rest of her
life without that kind of pleasure or intimacy.

"You mean the experiment? Really?" Tom asked. He was shocked Patricia
would say something like that. He'd been waiting these last few days
for the old Patricia to reassert herself and soundly beat him up for
what he had done. To have her say something like this now was just
unbelievable.

"Yeah, I know I should be upset about it, and we both know you
shouldn't have done it, but I've never felt so alive, Tom. Do you
think I could do it again?" Patricia asked, a strangely desperate hope
lacing her every word.

"Sure, if you really want to, I still have all the supplies. I can't
believe you want to do it again." Tom replied. This was too good to be
true, he thought, he might actually get his own cat girl after all.
Certainly, he'd know he could have just kept Patricia in her cat form,
and she wouldn't have objected, but as much as he wanted to indulge his
fantasies and prove his theories, he knew he had to return her to
normal. To have her ask to change back was beyond any expectation he
had, and Tom wasn't about to turn her down.

"That's great. So, how about we get dressed up and go to a nice dinner
to celebrate, then we can come back and make me into your perfect pet
again, sound good?" Patricia smiled running her hands over her sides.

"Perfect." Tom answered, more than ready to get moving.

"I can't wait to have fur again." Patricia sighed and rolled off the
couch and stood up with her legs spread. "How about one more quickie
before we go?"

Tom stood up and pulled open his robe without another word. The
thought that she would soon be his perfect little kitten again filled
him with renewed vigor. He stepped up behind Patricia and sank his
shaft into her with a mutual grunt of satisfaction. This certainly had
been more than he could have ever expected from her, and he let his
thoughts drift towards the future as he fucked his new pet with
wonderfully full strokes. Life was good, and for Tom, he knew it was
only getting better.

The End

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Hot Indian Porn Sex story

Summary: How a relationship evolved into an exciting role-play adventure.
Keywords: F/M, spank, femdom
Author: Rickoh
Title: Katrina

Story: Katrina F/M (cons)

We were in the pancake house having a leisurely Saturday morning
breakfast. I looked across the table at Katrina's face and reveled
in the beauty of her innocent look. She looked into my eyes, reached
her hand across the table to hold mine, and said, "I'm going to give
you a good paddling this morning. And later today, I'll use the
strap." She said it in a way that told me the decision had been made
and was irrevocable.

Even though we had been together for almost a year, I got that funny
feeling in my stomach, like "butterflies" - the same feeling I had
when we undressed each other the first time we had sex.

"Why?", I asked, knowing that she didn't really need a reason.

"Because your reaction to being spanked gets me so hot," she replied,
half whispering, with a coy smile.

There definitely would be a reaction from me during the paddling and
strapping. When she paddles me, I'm totally undressed, and bent over
the back of a chair. A paddling is never over-the-lap. She uses the
hairbrush for over-the-lap spankings. When she applies the strap,
I'm either bent over the back of the chair, or face-down on the bed
with pillows underneath to raise my hips. If we're role-playing, I
may lean across her desk, while she, as the stern principal, punishes
me, the naughty student.

My thoughts then went to the usual routine of the paddlings. I
retrieve the paddle from the closet, and hand it to her. She watches
me in silence while I undress. She positions the chair in the middle
of the living room, and I lean over the back of the chair. Katrina
never announces to me how many strokes she will give. Her formula is
simple: SHE decides when to stop. While the first few swats sting
(her motto: make every stroke count), it is usually after six or
seven strokes that the cumulative buildup of the pain is so intense
that I don't believe I can take any more. She hears me pleading with
her to stop; she sees my wiggling and squirming; she sees me doing
all I can to stay in position and not stand up, because I know I'll
get extra strokes for each time that I get out of position. I beg
her not to paddle so hard. She keeps on. And keeps on. And keeps
on. When she stops, she does not say anything. I stay in position
until she tells me I can stand up.

The scene has a few differences when Katrina gives me the strap. She
places the pillows, covered with a towel, on the bed, while I undress
completely. Then she retrieves the strap and announces "It's
ti-i-i-i-i-me!" A slight smile is on her lips as I position myself
face down. She walks to one side, does some fingertip tickling of my
buttocks, and then, without a word, starts wielding the strap. She
pauses for a moment after ten to twelve strokes, and then gives
another set. Sometimes she will prance to the other side of the bed
and deliver a few sets of strokes. Each stroke gets a vocal reaction
from me, accompanied by wiggling when she has delivered a set or two.
You can imagine the effect of a strapping after a paddling. This is
usually a role-playing event in which the paddling is "at school" and
the strapping is "after I get home from school".

I thought of how this had all begun.

I remembered how nervous I was at first, bringing up the subject of
spanking, and how I'd peppered little hints through our
conversations. I remembered the first time she was curious about the
scene, and offered to experiment; how I rather clumsily positioned
myself over her lap after handing her the paddle. Then I told her
how to use it. A few light strokes. I told her I could hardly feel
them, and that she should use the paddle with more force. Eventually
she placed a few medium strokes on my bared buttocks. Then she
wanted to go over my lap to know what it felt like. Although I
applied the paddle with much less force than I would have wanted her
to use, I occasionally gave a sharp smack. After a few more swats,
she said she'd had enough, and got up. She was aroused, and we went
to the bedroom. As time went on, I talked her into using the paddle
a few more times, then a strap. In the beginning she was very
concerned about "hurting" (translation: injuring) me. I took her
aside and told her that it makes me happy for her to do that, and
that as long as there is no permanent injury, I'm okay with that. I
told her that it's okay to give a severe spanking, and that even
severe spankings, done right, don't leave permanent effects. I told
her that I'd "train" her to give me spankings, and that I thought she
would come to enjoy the scene.

Katrina did start to like those adventures, saying that it was a
great way for her to relieve a lot of frustrations. I taught her how
to use the hairbrush on me. I always got turned on by getting across
her lap for a hairbrush spanking. She has incredible legs. Later on
the paddlings, strappings, and hairbrush spankings got to be
something she looked forward to, and she began to get more confident
in assuming a dominant demeanor in our relationship. I introduced
her to the rattan cane. She really liked using the cane on me. The
sessions became more severe as Katrina became knowledgeable about my
limits. And, she wanted to, and often did, extend those limits.

One noticeable characteristic of the discipline I get from Katrina is
that the more severe the whipping, the greater the reward afterward.

We finished our breakfast and got home after an errand or two. A
little while later, she called from the other room. I entered her
study to see her standing there, holding a Spencer paddle. She
started to speak in a firm voice.

"So, you've been disrupting class again, have you? Apparently you
didn't learn from your last paddling. I'm going to see to it that
you remember this one. I've already called your governess, and she
gave me free reign to punish you as hard as I think you deserve. Oh,
and she also said that you're going to feel the strap tonight. But
what your governess plans to do has no bearing on what I'm going to
do. Now, you have one minute to get completely undressed, with your
clothes arranged neatly in the corner, and to get into position bent
over the desk."

I quickly complied, grasping the other end of the desk as I got into
the desired position.

"You'd better not let go, or you'll get extra."

I didn't have long to wait for her to begin.

Katrina stood to my left as I was bent over her desk. She held the
polished plywood paddle firmly in her hand as she prepared to paddle
me.

"I'm going to give you a good, hard, red-hot paddling. When I'm
through with you, you're going to be nicely prepared for your
governess' strap that she promised to give you tonight."

Then it started. The paddle always hurts a lot more than I expect,
and after a few strokes I start to give a vocal reaction. After a
few more strokes, I'm kicking and writhing, all the while desperately
trying to stay in position so I won't get extra strokes. Katrina
rarely gives fewer than 45 to 50 swats. When she tries to extend my
limits of endurance, she gives a lot more.

There are times during the paddling when I don't think I can take any
more without standing up. I'll try to get her to stop by pleading
with her, interspersing my pleas with phrases such as "Oh, God,
Katrina, no more!" and "Stop, Katrina, stop! Just for a minute,
stop!". But she doesn't stop. She never stops. I know that she is
getting intensely aroused as the paddling progresses. There were two
paddlings when I did get out of position. After I got back into
position and she finished, she was true to her word. I got extra
strokes, but not with the paddle. She used a narrow strap, giving me
twenty strokes as hard and as as fast as she could deliver them, for
each time I got out of position.

I remembered how much those extra storkes hurt then, so during
today's paddling I held on to the other end of her desk so tight that
my knuckles were probably a pale white from the effort. I begged and
I pleaded, knowing that my pleading was very sweet music to her. I
kicked and writhed, knowing that she became further aroused at the
sight. But I kept my bare bottom just where she wanted it for the
whole time.

When Katrina finally stopped, I stayed in position, knowing that I'd
be punished more if I stood up before she said I could. She then
started to "handle" my testicles until I naturally showed a reaction
by getting a good erection. After playing like this for several
moments, Katrina told me to get dressed.

Most of the afternoon went as usual with no mention of what was to
come. When I walked, or when I would sit, I got a definite reminder
of what had transpired that morning. A little later in the afternoon
Katrina came to me with a firm look on her face and said, "I had a
little talk with your principal today. She told me that she was
going to give you a good paddling. I told her to give you as much as
she wanted, and further, that you'd get the strap when you got home.
Since I'm your governess I'm going to make sure you learn your
lesson. Go get the strap, get completely undressed, and lay face
down on the guest bed. I'm going to give you a strapping that you're
not likely to forget."

I did as she ordered, with a combination of excitement and fear in my
stomach. I wondered how much I'd be able to take after this
morning's paddling. This was probably one of those times when she
wanted to extend the limits of my endurance. A few moments later
Katrina came in, picked up the strap, and started to powerfully wield
it, interspersing the strokes with phrases such as, "You're going to
have to learn to behave at school, young man."

Now, the guest bed was a single bed, which means that Katrina can use
the strap from either side. She usually gives several sets of
strokes from each side of the bed. During this severe leathering
session she in fact did apply strokes from one side, then pranced
over to the other side of the bed and delivered several sets of
strokes, alternating like that every few moments.
I knew that Katrina was of course getting very aroused by my
reactions to her attentions. I begged her several times to stop,
while she encouraged (warned) me to stay in position, and she
delivered stroke after stroke of the strap to my very reddened bared
bottom. There were times that I did not believe I could take any
more. When Katrina sensed this, she would slow down the tempo a bit,
while placing one hand somewhere on my back to "hold" me in position
while still delivering the strokes. As always, she was the one in
control, and she was the one who decided when to stop.

It was a very severe session, and it was one of the times when she
used a session to extend my limits of endurance by considerably
lengthening the duration of the punishment.

I stayed face down on the bed when Katrina stopped. A few moments
later she entered the room and proceeded to lightly massage my
well-punished backside with a soothing lotion. After a while, she
told me to turn over.

I saw that she had brought two glasses of wine - my favorite claret.
And she was completely undressed. We sipped some wine, and then,
with a look of wide-eyed excitement, Katrina draped her body on top
of me.


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