SSC: Final Exam

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SSC: Final Exam

(***, F/M, Intense, Kind, d/s)

A dominatrix-in-training has to pass her final exam. (Approximately 489 words. Originally published 1997-07.)

"This is it!" thought Barbara. Her heart trembled wildly. Four months of training, six years of dreaming, and a lifetime of yearning were about to be put to the test.

She opened the door.

Mistress Margaret was there, dressed impecably in her usual leather thong panties and narrow halter, coiled whip at her hip. She motioned to the only piece of furniture: a straight-backed chair. On the chair was an elegant hairbrush, the wood so polished Barbara could see her face in it.


Barbara sat.

A naked man was brought in by a topless girl. His arms were bound tightly behind his back. A dark hood covered his face. At a nod from the Mistress, the girl pushed the man into a kneeling position. She knelt in front of him, taking his penis in her hands and tickling it to a polite stiffness before she slipped her lips around it.

Barbara watched as the man quickly orgasmed. The girl continued and soon he came again. But the girl still didn't stop, working for nearly fifteen minutes until he came a third time. She pulled away, exhausted, the man's dick hanging limply.

"He is ready," said Mistress Margaret. The naked girl left.

The Mistress turned to Barbara. "This is your final exam: using _only_ the hairbrush, spank this man to orgasm. You are not permitted to touch him. You have five minutes."

Barbara's heart collapsed. This wasn't fair! She didn't even know this stranger. How was she supposed to understand his needs, his secret desires, learn what turned him on?

But the Mistress was pressing a button on a stopwatch. Quickly Barbara stood to her feet, smacking the hairbrush hard into her left palm.

"You there, you miserable excuse for a man! Get up. Come here. I'm going to give you the spanking of your life, you naughty boy!"

The man lurched awkwardly to his feet and stumbled forward. His cock had grown noticeably. Grinning, Barbara made him kiss her toes through his hood. She scolded him constantly.

"You should be ashamed of yourself! Who was that girl? You let her take your tiny dick into her mouth, didn't you! Answer me, you pig!"

"Yes, ma'am," gasped the man, his voice muffled.

Barbara dragged him by the ear to the chair and across her lap, scratching his bottom roughly with the bristles of the brush.

"I'm going to paddle your wretched ass so hard that just _thinking_ of being naughty again will make you cry!"

The man groaned, rocking against Barbara's thighs. She laughed at his misery, turning the brush over and patting his cheeks.

"This is really going to hurt," she confided softly, her voice apologetic. The man believed her, shrinking in terror.

Barbara lifted the brush.

"Ah!" cried the man. Suddenly he was spasming in her lap, warm come oozing over her legs.

Barbara smiled at the Mistress. "How'd I do?"

The End