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I was having a hard time with the scene in that basement. Here was this nice high school girl in her strange state of undress, and I knew she was going to talk about some provocative topics.I had a sudden attack of prudishness. She seemed to understand what I was thinking. “You know, Hank, let me put my skirt back on. I get the feeling that the sight of my bare crotch is unnerving you a bit.” Odd, being half-dressed doesn’t seem to be unnerving you in the slightest. She also pulled her blouse back down, and then she sat up with her legs crossed. “Should I also put my panties back on?”Now I felt I should go in the opposite direction. “Ah, no that’s not necessary.”She smiled at me. “You don’t know what you want, do you? Come on, sit up, I want to talk to you about a couple of things. We have some wine left, so let me pour a couple of glasses.” Then she asked me a question I hadn’t expected. “Have you ever had a wet dream? The technical term would be a nocturnal emission. I mentioned that before, didn’t I?”“That’s kind of a personal matter.”“Come on, Hank, put away your reserved side. You can be blunt with me, you know that.”“Okay, no, I never have had a wet dream. I think I would remember it.”By this time, Margery would say just about anything. “And I know why; you masturbate too much to have one! Hey, don’t blush. After all, we’ve just done it in front of each other, right?”“I wonder what other guys actually dream about, assuming that they have such dreams?”“I wouldn’t know, and maybe you’ll never know either. Well, ask your buddies Mark and Dan, they might know.” I had a hard time imagining talking to them about that. She continued, “Knowing those guys, they probably whack-off as much as you do.”“Wouldn’t I be doing it less now that I’ve met you?””Aw, that’s sweet of you, but no, I bet you’re doing it more now.”As usual, I was impressed with her insight. Now that I was learning something first-hand about female sexuality, including what women’s bodies felt and looked like, my fantasies had become more vivid.She asked me, “Did you think about me on that day you met me? Or really, that night?”Does she have to ask me about this? “I’ll admit, I did think about you.”“So what were we doing?”I figured I might as well answer, “The way I pictured it, you were on top of me, and you were naked except for white knee socks.”“Wow, that is pretty hot. I must have made quite an impression on you that day. And are you also going to think about that halter-top lady tonight, the one we saw earlier?”Her again? Do I have to answer that one too? It seemed like a good time to turn it around on her. “You haven’t told me about any of your fantasies yet.”“All right. I have had one, just recently in fact. I’ll tell you about it if you want to hear it. And, sorry, it wasn’t about you.”It was just a fantasy, no big deal. “Go ahead, I’ll listen.”I expected to hear that it was about Ben or one of the other guys in the neighborhood, but I was wrong. She went into some detail about it, and the upshot was that she had imagined herself as a student at a Catholic school. One of the nuns had caught her masturbating in the girls’ room and had punished her by paddling her bare behind as Margery lay across her lap.I asked her, “And what color knee socks were you wearing?”“I can see how your mind works. These same red ones, of course. And my panties were red too.”I could quite vividly imagine that. “Was this at Mount St. Ursula?” That was the high school near Dan’s house.“I think it was. While standing against the wall doing my corner time, this nun came up behind me and started rubbing my sore behind. You want to hear the rest of this?”“You started it. Yeah, of course, I do.”“She said that I had taken my discipline well and that I deserved some comforting. One thing led to another, and then she was fondling me, and I was fondling her, and finally, we licked each other to our climaxes.”“What do they wear under those habits?”“Well, they are starting to loosen up their dress codes a bit recently, as you may have noticed.”“I mean, whatever they had about six or seven years ago.”“I don’t know, Hank, so I just made it up. This one had a petticoat, I Sex hikayeleri guess you’d call it, and these ample white bloomers. Well, those bloomers didn’t last long on her, as you might imagine.” She noticed the expression on my face. “You’re looking at me with something like awe. You have no idea what women really think about, do you?”“I guess I’m learning that from you.” Man, I wonder if all women have the kind of imagination that this one does?Then the implications of what she had said started to strike me. “Wait a minute, where did you get all these ideas from? I mean, for your fantasy about being with a nun?”“You should know. There’s a lot of stuff in those magazines that you haven’t seen yet.”“Are there nuns in them?”“Oh yeah, a few, the clergy is a theme in them. And that’s been an erotic interest of people for a couple of centuries at least.”“Not real nuns, I suppose.”“Of course not; it’s easy enough to get the costumes for a porn shoot.”More implications came to me, and I expressed my curiosity. “The bigger thing is – you thought of having sex with another woman. I mean, licking each other, as you said.”“I was wondering when you were going to get to that. You’re a bit slow today. I saw that in a magazine too, although I don’t have that one right now.”“So it had girl-on-girl action?”“It’s called lesbianism, as you might know.”“Of course I’ve heard of it.” However, it wasn’t in my fantasy repertoire yet. “So, you liked looking at it, I mean the pictures?”“Obviously, I did have a fantasy about it. Although, as Kinsey said, most of us are at least a bit bi-sexual. You know who Alfred Kinsey is, right?”“I’ve heard of him too. So what was in this magazine? I mean, what do women do with each other, besides, well, going down on each other?”“That’s called cunnilingus; it doesn’t matter if a man or a woman is the one doing it to the lucky chick getting her pussy licked.”I told her the truth. “All right, I don’t know that term.” The “health ed” class I had taken in school the previous year didn’t go anywhere near that level of detail. Probably the large majority of my classmates didn’t know the word either. I was certain I had never heard Mark or Dan use it.Margery said, “So you asked what other acts women do each other? Well, I’ve seen photos of this, so you’ve asked the right person. They could use dildos on each other. Or, there is this thing called a strap-on. It’s basically a dildo that a lady can strap around her waist and then, of course, she can fuck another lady with it.”“So why not just get some guy to bang you?”Margery was slightly impatient with me, “Because, they don’t want a man, but they still want to come from having something pushed up their vaginas.” She could see that I was confused. “I know it sounds counter-intuitive, but that’s the way some women are. By the way, many men are just wild about seeing lesbian porn. You obviously are barely aware of its existence.”I shrugged, “I’m sure I’ve never seen it.”“That’s okay, you didn’t know much about anything until you saw those other pictures. But there’s something else you missed.”“So what is that?”“That she paddled me, and I liked it. I suppose you’ve never heard of BDSM, have you?”“Is this something else in those magazines?”“Oh yeah, especially some of those from Britain, but they are hardly the only nationality who are interested in it. In fact, I’m beginning to think it’s such a common fetish that it hardly qualifies as one. Would you like me to explain it a bit? I mean, I don’t have any pictures to show you about that either.”I agreed, and she gave me a condensed but still fairly complete treatise on the whole subject. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by what she was telling me.I asked her, “How did you know that you’d like it, I mean, this nun paddling fantasy?”I should have known how blunt she would be. “Because of the results. I had an orgasm while imagining it; that’s pretty good evidence, I would say.”She looked down at my crotch. “You came right back up again, I see.” She rolled over and stretched. “My lips are going to be chapped from all of the work I’ll have to do on you.”“Oh, poor Margery. Now you’re going to Sikiş hikayeleri have to wear Chap-stick as well as lipstick.” She found that funny. “So, are you going to do that no-panties-in-the-street-bit again sometime?”“If I’m not wearing jeans or trousers that day, sure, it’s no problem.”*********In the day or two after that particular basement session, I was pondering my developing relationship with Margery. It occurred to me that I was always responding to her beck and call, and that maybe I should pretend to be busier than I really was. I can’t let her take me for granted; maybe I should make myself scarce for a bit and let her chase me for a while.I don’t know how I figured out that insight on my own but eventually, through some trial and error, I discovered that maybe I was on to something.Sure enough, she called me the next day and asked me to meet her outside her building – for exactly what, I wasn’t sure. It was in the afternoon after school, and I just made up an excuse about why I couldn’t see her on that day. I said, “I’m sorry, I’ve got this paper I have to write and I really should get going on it.”I listened carefully to her voice to see if I could detect any reaction to my refusal, but she seemed to accept it. I couldn’t see her expression of course, which would have been helpful for what I needed to know.Three days went by and neither one of us contacted the other. I was starting to miss her a bit, but I resolved to stay on my course. She’s not going anywhere; if anything, she must be missing you too.****On Saturday, I relented on my plan, and I asked her to go with me on the Circle Line the next day. That company ran excursion boats in the rivers surrounding Manhattan. I had only been on the ride once before with my family years earlier, and Margery had never been on it. She agreed to go.When we got to the waterfront at West 42nd Street, she had a little surprise for me. For whatever era, the Circle Line always charged a substantial fee to ride their boats. It was not like there was a competing company on the same route. Anyway, she offered to pay for her share of the trip.Neither one of us had jobs, but my parents had always given me, on an ad hoc basis, a little cash for carfare and such. Now that they knew I had a girlfriend, they were giving me a bit more, but they never mentioned that it had anything to do with Margery. I wondered if perhaps her family was doing the same for her.I shrugged and I agreed to go Dutch with her. I had no idea how boat rides fit in with dating protocols.We stood up for almost the entire trip and leaned on the port side railing. I remembered that my one previous time on that line had been around 1964; I was sure I was still in elementary school back then.One of the biggest changes at the time of that later trip was that the World Trade Center was under construction. The two towers had topped out their steel frames, and the outer cladding was mostly up on the north building and partially up on the south one.A little later, we were going up the East River, and I looked over at Margery to my left. It was a mild day, and she was casually dressed in a short-sleeved blouse, jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was tied up behind her head.It struck me that she looked so young and innocent at that moment. Nobody seeing her could imagine the kind of sexuality this girl was capable of, but I’ve seen it first-hand. In fact, I’m just getting started with her.She turned and looked over at me. I almost flinched from the gaze of her dark eyes, but I held my position and continued my perusal of her.Rather abruptly, she said, “So, what are you looking at? What is it that you see in me?”I tried to pass it off as a random incident. “I don’t know, nothing in particular.”But she was very sharp about such things. “I know what it is. You’re trying to figure me out. I mean, based on the way I look, I’m not the way you expected me to be.”That was almost it. I somehow knew that about her in the earliest moments of that first day when she was mouthing off to me on the sidewalk. She looked young and inexperienced, yet I had wanted her almost instantly. I also knew that Erotik hikaye I could have her if I made a move on her. Yet I didn’t want to admit on the boat that she had read my present thoughts so well. “Something like that, I guess.”She simply scrunched her face a bit and nodded. Yeah, Hank, I’ve got you down pat.******Eventually, we went up the East River and then the Harlem. Then we turned south on the Hudson River for the final leg of our trip. We had maybe a half-hour to reach the pier at 42nd Street.We were now on the starboard side of the boat. Margery and I were looking at the New Jersey Palisades when she suddenly said, rather quietly. “So Hank, I’ve been thinking about a little role game for us to play; I mean, I’ve been planning it. You obviously don’t know what a dominatrix is, do you?”It sounded familiar but I wanted to hear her explanation. “Well, tell me what I need to know.”“All right, there are a lot of men who are so eager to have a stern lady spank or paddle them that they’ll pay a woman – a sort of prostitute, you could call her – to punish them. Usually, they’ll make up some pretext or maybe there is something really bothering them.”I wanted to know how she knew all that. Instead, I revised the question as, “Why would they want that?”“I don’t know, there’s probably a whole psychology of guilt and punishment and desire that goes back to the – well, to the Oedipal Complex maybe.”Wow, it’s really cool that she can so casually throw around the term Oedipal Complex in a conversation. I didn’t say that, however, and she went on. “How about you? Maybe you’d like to try it yourself. I mean, maybe you can imagine me punishing you.”I acted confused even though I mostly understood what she was getting at. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Oh yeah? I think you do get it. I’m thinking about a scene where I do something to punish you. I want us to play roles and be directly involved with all this. Are you at least curious to hear about it?”I was, but I protested, “But I haven’t done anything wrong.”“That’s not the point. We’ll invent some misdeed.”“So it’s playacting then.”“Except, the spanking will be very real.”It felt weird, but I was suddenly intrigued by her suggestion. Just how perverse am I? Just how perverse is she? “All right, tell me about it; I’m listening.”“Okay, what’s about the worst thing that ever happened to you in school, I mean, the worst trouble you ever had with a teacher, a female teacher?”“I guess there was a time when one of them accused me of cheating on a test. I mean, she gave me a hard term verbally, but that was it.”“So imagine if I was that teacher. There are still states where it’s legal to spank or paddle a high school student. Yeah, it’s usually a teacher of the same gender, but – we’ll be creative!”How did she know those details? “But you’re too young to be a teacher.”“We’re making it up, so it doesn’t matter. You can call me Miss Carlin. Do you see where I’m going with this?”“Not yet, I don’t. And you’re the one making this up, not me.”“Okay, say, I’m the teacher and I make you come into the classroom after school is over. That’s called detention, of course. I would make sure that the door is locked during this.”“That never happens at my school.”“It’s probably not even legal in this state, but you’re being too literal-minded. So I’ll tell you what you did wrong – rightly or wrongly, let’s assume that it has something to do with cheating as you said. Thus I’m going to chide you for being a bad boy and that you deserve everything I’m going to dish out.”“And what exactly are you going to dish out?”“I just told you. As your teacher, I’m going to put you over my knees or over the desk or maybe both. Then I’m going to spank you – on your bare backside.” She smiled at me. “Maybe you’ll start claiming that you are going to be good from now on. But that’s not going to deter me from my purpose. Does any of this sound interesting?”I didn’t know then how common, almost to the point of being a cliché, that naughty student-stern teacher trope was. The detention idea was a sub-trope, perhaps. I looked around the boat’s deck, but no one was that close to us. However, I could imagine the older people on the boat looking at us and thinking, I wonder what that nice young couple is talking about? They’re talking about staging a kinky sex scene, that’s what.I asked something in protest again. “And why do you get to do this to me?”
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