Kitty Pryde, Pete Wisdom, and Excalibur and all characters therein are trademarks of Marvel Comics. This story is an unauthorised work done purely for my personal enjoyment, and is not intended to infringe on any of their rights in or their profits from these characters. But this story is copy write to me.
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Please note : this story contains matters of a sexual nature, and features spanking. If such subject matter is offensive to you, or is illegal where you live, or you are under eighteen years of age, PLEASE DO NOT READ! You have been warned!
Notes
This story is a direct sequel to 'Arrested Developments', and follows a couple of weeks later.
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St Pete's School for Wayward Girls - part 2
Pete took his time resuming the spanking. He didn't want Kitty to feel that he was pressuring her into doing something she didn't want to do, or pushing her to go further than she was ready to. But he had to admit, he had enjoyed the session so far. It was such a contrast, the Kitty everyone else knew, the self-sufficient, independent young woman who would stand up to anybody if she felt it necessary, and the Kitty in front of him now, dressed as a schoolgirl cheerleader, bottom bright red all over. He could barely restrain himself from pulling her back over his knee and resuming proceedings. But he'd decided to do things a bit differently the second time round.............
Kitty felt the glow in her backside slowly subsiding - a little to her disappointment. She'd enjoyed feeling that hot, stinging sensation in her bottom from Pete's spanking. Not that she intended this to be a regular occurrence - she didn't - but she certainly wouldn't raise any objections if Pete suggested it in the future.
To be honest, Kitty was relishing not having to be in control all of the time. As a member of the X-Men first of all, then of Excalibur, she'd always been expected to be 'the strong one', the one who could bounce back from whatever life threw at them, the one who always retained her sense of humour and cheered up everyone around her. And some of the team thought she had leadership potential, she could lead Excalibur or the X-Men in due course. But, for all her self-possession, Kitty wasn't a control freak (unlike some X-Men who shall remain nameless - Author) and didn't always want to be in charge, or even to have to exercise self-control all of the time, she needed to be able to relax, drop her control and just go with the flow. And, for the life of her, Kitty couldn't think of anything more inclined to make you relax your self-control than being spanked over someone's knee - so long as it was done with love, not cruelty. It was so plainly not for real, just a game, and a damned sexy one at that! Especially since Pete made it obvious that he didn't mind her being in charge at other times, so it wasn't as if he suddenly wanted her to change into Little Miss Subservient - at least, not if he wanted to stay in the land of the living......
Pete decided he'd waited long enough. "Okay, girl, your second part's comin' right up! An' I think I'll try a variation on a theme this time. So, this time, I want you on the chair, kneelin', an' bendin' over th' back of it. "
Kitty gave him a bemused look, then moved to comply. She knelt on the chair, as instructed, then leant forward until her stomach was resting on the back of the low chair, as she reached over to take hold of the back of the chair, her hair falling forwards and down to the ground. Pete grinned - in this position, Kitty's bottom was thrust outwards as if begging for a spanking, the pert, reddened cheeks rounded and firm. It was just too inviting a sight for the thin Englishman, who put down his glass of whisky and walked over to stand behind her. He reached out and ran his hand over the hot skin, feeling the warmth radiating from the small, well-spanked buttocks of his young lover. His other hand came over to join in the caresses, and he spent several moments kneading the firm flesh, using his strong fingers to prise apart the firm mounds and run his fingers between them, gently caressing Kitty's tight asshole. She responded by thrusting her backside backwards, towards him, so that one of his fingers slipped into her anus, where he tenderly stroked the sensitive skin and penetrated her, moving his finger in and out.
"Uh, sir? I - I thought you were going to spank me some more, sir?"
Pete blinked, and came back to himself. <Yeah, that's right mate, you were goin' to. An' since she's said nothin' about me stoppin', nothin' about not wantin' t' take it any further, I guess I'll have ter keep me word. Oh, it's such a hard life bein' a teacher, 'specially when you're the one the 'eadmaster sends the naughty ones to fer a good spankin'! If this is what bein' a teacher's really like, where do I apply?!> He pulled his finger from Kitty's anus. "Right them, me girl! Yer've got another five minutes o' me hand comin'. Then I take the ruler to your lovely little bottom. So, since you've cooled down a bit, 'ere's where I warm yer up again!"
And so saying, he raised his hand to shoulder height - <not too hard, remember mate?> - and swung his hand down in a sweeping arc, to land fairly and squarely on Kitty's left buttock.
* SMACK! *
Kitty let out a moan of pleasure - she'd been waiting eagerly for this!
* SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! *
Her hips were moving, bucking, in time with the rhythm of Pete's hand on her buttocks. The glow suffusing her backside was growing again, lighting a fire within her, as she thrust her backside backwards towards him in invitation. Yes, she thought, this was most definitely not like the other time! <For one thing, that time with 'Emma' wasn't with someone who cared. For another, I didn't get any satisfaction out of it, unlike now, where, if Pete keeps this up, I'm going to come! Wow! I guess all those stories in the magazines about how a spanking can make you feel sooooo sexy were right after all!>
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Pete stepped back and admired his own handiwork. Kitty's slim bottom was a bright red all over, and she was gasping as she lay over the back of the chair. During the latter part of the session she had spread her knees apart, giving him a good view of her open wet lips. It was absolutely obvious to Pete just how much Kitty had been turned on by the spanking - and she wasn't the only one. Pete's erection was straining at the front of his trousers, and he knew that he couldn't last much longer - that in a short amount of time, he was going to have to bury himself in her. He reached to cup her bottom in his hand, the heat plainly obvious to him, as she moaned in pleasure at his touch.
"Right, me girl! I'm nearly finished now! Only thing left t' do is the ruler. I promised you six smacks with it, an' that's what yer gettin'! So, up you get, an' out of yer clothes!"
Kitty stood, and turned to face him, her skirt falling back over her rosy bottom. "Sir? You want me to take my clothes off?" She batted her eyes demurely, then opened them in a most impressive display of feigned innocence. "Whatever for, sir?"
"Just take everything off - except your socks!"
"My socks, sir?"
"Jus' do it, girl!"
And with that, she did, first removing her skirt, and her long-sleeved top, and finally her sports bra, leaving her naked apart from her red, ankle-length socks. Pete couldn't keep the leer from his face. Seeing his beautiful young girlfriend like this! Naked apart from socks and training shoes, the colour of which matched the colour of her bottom if she were to turn round. Her thick, chestnut hair fell in curling waves down her shoulder and back, with stray strands dropping down her chest to brush her pink, swollen nipples. Her rich brown eyes fixed on him, her expression eager and hungry. <God, that she should want to go through this fer me, after what 'appened that time before! You don't deserve her, mate, yer really don't!>
"Good, now bend over th' desk!"
The slender brunette lay down across the desktop, wriggling as the cold wood touched her nipples, and spread her legs wide as she gripped the far edge of the desk. It was as obvious an invitation as if she had announced the fact, and Pete fully intended to take advantage soon. But first things first, he decided, and walked over to pick up the plastic school ruler he'd bought just for this occasion. Then Pete walked round to stand beside her, admiring the clean, svelte curves of his lover's form as she lay across the wooden desk, naked and vulnerable.
He raised the ruler. "Right, count em' girl!"
* WHACK! * First the left buttock.
"One, sir."
* WHACK! * Now the right.
"Two, sir."
* WHACK! * Then right across the middle.
"Oh! Three, sir."
Pete paused. She'd exclaimed at the last stroke, maybe he should stop. Kitty looked round at him. "Three to go, sir." He gave a sigh of relief - she really wanted him to go on! He wasn't being too hard on her, it was supposed to be erotic, not a real punishment, but he hadn't been sure she'd go along with the ruler as opposed to the hand. But, if she insisted..............! He pressed the tip of the ruler into the cleft between her buttocks, stroking her tight asshole, as he teasingly ran his left hand along her spine, tickling her.
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Kitty was moving her body again, rubbing her aching nipples against the desktop as she waited for each successive smack from the ruler. It stung a bit more than Pete's hand had, but not enough to be unpleasant. In fact, it was almost as sexy as Pete's hand on her bottom - not the sting so much as the feeling and intent behind it, the love and desire. She moaned again with suppressed arousal, barely able to contain herself, eager for Pete to bury himself inside her.
* WHACK! * Full across the centre again.
"Oh! Five, sir!"
"Last one then, girl!"
* WHACK! * Right where the last one landed - dead centre.
"Ooh! Six, sir!"
Pete set the ruler down, and regarded the gorgeous sight in front of him. Kitty's legs were wide apart, and her arousal obvious in pink, swollen lips as in the action of rubbing her breasts against the desk. "Right then, girl! You can get dressed an' go now. Yer punishment's over."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Pete! Don't just stand there - do it to me, now!" Kitty's voice was half-pleading, half-threatening.
He needed no further invitation. Dropping his trousers, Pete stepped up behind her, his erection springing forth as if it had a mind of its own. He grasped her slender waist and, with a groan of sheer pleasure, drove into her hot, wet opening. Her hot, sore buttocks pressed against his belly as he drove into her, and for a split second he was worried as to whether her wrigglings were of discomfort, but then her moans of sheer, sexual delight reassured him otherwise, as her slim, naked body writhed on the desktop. He reached round to cup her breasts, pinching the erect nipples and squeezing the soft, firm mounds of flesh, burying his face in her sweet-smelling, cascading, velvety-soft hair.
Kitty squeezed her vaginal muscles to clasp his thick, throbbing penis within her, her breasts pushing themselves in to Pete's grasp almost of their own volition, and she drove her hips back and forth to match his own rhythm.
It couldn't last long - and didn't. Kitty cried aloud Pete's name as he ejaculated within her, his hot seed spurting deep within her wet opening. For a few moments they were posed like that, her stretched across the desk, gripping the edge as if her life depended on it, head thrown back in ecstasy, his face a mask of sheer pleasure, his belly pressed tight against her bottom as he drove himself as deep as he could into her. Then, slowly, they both collapsed, spent.
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Pete levered himself up, not wanting to put his weight on Kitty any longer than was necessary, especially on her sore, red bottom. Kitty groaned as he moved, and pushed herself off the desktop, turning to face him as her hands reached round behind her to rub her buttocks. "You okay, love?" he asked, "not too sore I hope."
"Course not, silly! Stop worrying! If I wasn't enjoying it, believe me, I'd have told you!" She looked at him from beneath lowered lashes. "Okay, Pete, my turn now. Get the rest of your scruffy clothes off and lie down!"
"Wot?? Lie down? Why?!"
"Because, idiot, I'm going to be on top this time. Now, lie down dammit!"
He did as he was told - her voice and tone brooked no argument. She knelt down next to him, and took his penis in her firm, warm hand, stroking and caressing it until it began to rise under its own power. Then she swung her leg over his body to straddle him, guiding him inside her as she did so, her head thrown back. He reached out to grasp her hands in his, and he held onto her as she began to ride him, rocking forwards and back on top of his prone body. He could feel the heat still from her well-spanked bottom as she rode him, her eyes shut in overpowering ecstasy, her breathing growing more and more ragged and laboured as she went on. His hands gripped hers and he pulled her back and forth in time with her own exertions, feeling her growing wetness as she approached climax for the second time.
Then she reached the point of no return, and came, crying aloud, head thrown back, and Pete's own orgasm came a second or so later. Kitty fell forwards onto his chest, and his arms reached up to enfold her.
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"So, love, no regrets eh?"
"Regrets?" Kitty was baffled. "Why should I have regrets?"
"You know, about bein' sore."
"Course not, Pete. I enjoyed every minute of it - being over your knee, being spanked, being smacked with the ruler - and, of course, what followed. Sure, it's not something I'd want to do every time we make love. But I sure won't object trying it again in the future!" She giggled at his relieved expression, then added, "Pete?"
"Yeah love, what is it?"
"Next time we try it, it's your turn to be on the receiving end!"
Pete laughed. "Sure love, no trouble."
"Well, just one problem....."
"What's that, Kit?"
"I think you're too big to go over my knee, so how're we gonna do it?"
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