Bridget's Awakening

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Bridget's Awakening

Part Twelve

By Chris

She had not made but a couple of steps before she felt Ivy behind her and she felt Ivy's hands go the zipper on the back of the sun dress that she was wearing. Bridget slowed her steps feeling the zipper go down to her lower back. Ivy's hands went to the straps on her shoulder pushing them off. Bridget felt the dress falling off the shoulders and she put her hands to her sides. She stopped to allow the dress to fall to her feet and she stepped out of it. She took another step feeling Ivy's hands at the back of her bra, unhooking it before pushing the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Bridget pulled it down her arms letting if fall to the floor a couple of steps away from her dress.

By this time she was at the doorway of the bedroom, she felt Ivy's hands back at her hips. She came to a stop allowing Ivy to pull her panties on down her hips to her thighs. She sensed Ivy getting down to her knees pulling her panties down her legs. Bridget felt Ivy giving soft tender kisses to her asscheeks, making her pussy start to get moist. When she felt her panties reach her ankles, Bridget stepped out of them leaving her naked and feeling of arousal was overcoming her. Bridget felt Ivy's hands back at her hips and she felt Ivy getting up. She felt a kiss to her left shoulder and then her right shoulder. A moment later, she felt Ivy's warm breath at the back of her left ear.

"Close your eyes baby..." She heard Ivy whispered into her ear.

Bridget closed her eyes feeling a surge of sexual excitement surge through her body making her nipples tighten and her pussy pulse. She felt Ivy kiss her left shoulder and then she felt Ivy's hands on her hips urging her forward. Bridget took a small tentative step forward and then another and another until she felt Ivy stopping her.

"Climb up on the bed and lay on your back," Bridget heard Ivy whisper into her left ear. Bridget noticed that Ivy's voice was a little deeper and had a tint of lust to it. That voice put a shiver into Bridget's body.

Bridget leaned over until she felt the bed with her hands. She proceeded to climb onto the bed lying down as close to the center as she could without being able to see where on the bed she was. She spread out her legs putting her arms out so that she was in a spread eagle position that she knew Ivy would need her to be in and in the position she wanted to be in.

Bridget heard Ivy moving beside of the bed and then she felt something soft being laid upon her stomach, a cloth of some type. Bridget was more than a little confused as to what Ivy was doing. A moment later another piece of cloth was laid over her breasts. It only took a moment for Bridget to realize that it was Ivy's bra that was now lying across her breasts and she smiled. A few seconds later she felt something across her thighs and she immediately knew that it was Ivy's jeans. In her mind she was seeing Ivy standing beside her bed in only her panties and she was imaging those panties were at that moment being pushing off Ivy's hips and down her legs.

Bridget soon felt something brushing across her face and she smiled knowing that Ivy was teasing her with her panties. She felt the edge of those panties touch her nose and then go across her lips. She felt the panties go across her forehead before they were placed over her face. She immediately noticed a distinct scent of Ivy's arousal from those panties.

Bridget felt Ivy begin to put a cuff around her left wrist; Bridget felt a shiver surge through her body. She then felt Ivy pulling up on her wrist and also pulling her to the left. Bridget helped Ivy move her to the center of the bed. She didn't have to move much so she had gotten close to the center just by feel. Ivy tied her left wrist before Bridget felt Ivy's hands on her right ankle. She felt Ivy pulling down on it a little before putting the cuff around it and tying that ankle in place. Bridget was beginning to feel secured to the bed. Ivy went over to her left ankle pulling on it before putting the cuff on it and tying it down.

All that was left was her right wrist. Bridget expected to feel Ivy at that wrist but instead she felt Ivy taking her clothes that she had laid upon her body off. Bridget felt Ivy getting onto the bed and she so wanted to open her eyes to see what she was going to do but then this was becoming erotic, not knowing, so she kept her eyes shut. Bridget then felt Ivy lying on top of her with Ivy's hips lying upon her hips. She could tell that Ivy's pussy was very moist as was her own. Ivy's breasts were pressed against her own breasts and Ivy's nipples were as hard as her own. Ivy's left hand slid up her right arm to her wrist which was still un- cuffed.

"Mmmm shall we cuff this wrist or leave it uncuffed..." Bridget heard Ivy musing and Bridget sensed that Ivy was thinking aloud or rather was teasing her. She was sure that Ivy had long since decided the answer her own question. It was a matter of when Ivy would let her in on the secret.

"Ahhh... I see that you don't have an answer for me so I guess I'll just have to make the decision myself..." Ivy whispered into her ear.

For a moment Ivy didn't move but then Bridget felt Ivy shifting her body. She felt both of Ivy's hands at her right wrist and the cuff being put upon it. She felt her wrist being pulled toward the corner of the bed and she was completely secured. Bridget couldn't help but to smile.

"I see that met with your approval," Ivy said with her voice deep and full of lust.

"Yes it did," Bridget replied.

"I thought so but now I got another problem..." Ivy said. "What shall I do to you first?" then to make her point she began to ground her hips downward moving her pussy against Bridget's pussy.

Bridget could only reply by letting a soft moan slip from her lips. Ivy began to kiss her while grounding her pussy against Bridget's pussy. Bridget did her best to push her hips up against Ivy's pussy but she was limited. Ivy hadn't tied her as tightly as she had in the past giving her some movement of her arms and legs but not much. And definitely not enough to get the friction against her clit that she wanted. She could feel Ivy's juices mixing with her juices.

Bridget was beginning to get very aroused when Ivy rose up off of her. "Nooo..." Bridget moaned.

"Yes," She heard Ivy replying that Bridget knew was accompanied by a mischievous smile even though her eyes were still closed.

Bridget knew that Ivy was up to something and it would be fun but Ivy seemed to be in the mood to tease so it would be sexually frustrating too. But then that was fun too.

Ivy gave a light kiss to her lips and then another lingering kiss but just as lightly. While Ivy was kissing her, Bridget felt Ivy's fingers lightly touching her left breast. The fingers moved around the base of her breast before going to her right breast where they circled around the base. They made a circuit or two before stopping and moving up the far side to her nipple. Bridget sucked in her breath while Ivy let her fingertips caress and tease her hard nipple. Ivy was still lightly kissing her lips but Bridget's mind was on Ivy's fingertips and what they were doing to her nipple. Ivy didn't seem to mind that she wasn't returning the kissing as much as she normally would. Ivy's fingertips left her super hard and super sensitive nipple to go down her breast and slowly caress her skin on its journey over to her left breast. The fingers slowly moved up the slope of her breast to her nipple. Bridget moaned into Ivy's lips as Ivy began to tease her left nipple. Bridget pulled on the ropes connected to the cuffs that Ivy had placed on her wrists and ankles. She didn't want to be free; she just needed to squirm while she moaned and Ivy teased her nipple.

Ivy's fingers then gave her nipple a pinch that made Bridget groan from pleasure but also the little bit of pain that the pinch to her sensitive and rock hard nipple gave her. Ivy's fingers went back to the skin between her breasts but it didn't go back to her right breast, instead it paused a moment before it began to go down toward her stomach. Bridget felt her pussy spasm as it waited for Ivy's slow moving fingers. Those fingers moved all so slowly and Bridget could feel her pussy getting wetter. Just as Ivy's fingers got to the skin just above her pussy, they stopped.

Bridget waited for a second for them to move but they didn't. She could feel those fingertips just resting lightly on her mons, not moving, not even creasing her in a teasing manner. But then just by staying there all so close to her pussy and clit, Ivy was teasing her unmercifully.

"Please Ivy, I need..." Bridget moaned softly.

Bridget felt Ivy moving a little and she wanted to open her eyes to see what Ivy was about to do but she resisted that urge even though it was great. A moment later, she felt Ivy's lips on her hard left nipple kissing it all so lightly.

"Oh goddd..." Bridget moaned feeling her body shiver and her pussy leak more of her juices. Ivy's fingers stayed in place, still not moving and that was killing her.

"Ivy touch meeee... pleaseee..." Bridget moaned moving her hips as best as she could while being restrained to the bed as she was.

Finally she felt Ivy's fingers moving and move they did. They went directly to her clit, rubbing it hard and fast.

"Fuck!" Bridget cried out as her clit exploded with such pleasure that she was sure that she was dying. Her mind could only feel that feeling of release that only Ivy could bring to her. She felt her soul leave her body and float above her mortal body as the orgasm surged through her body while Ivy's fingers continued to tease her clit.

When she felt her soul return to her body, she felt Ivy tenderly licking her pussy and she got a scent of Ivy's pussy as a very strong aroma was going through her nose. She opened her eyes to see Ivy's pussy just over her head and it was very wet. Ivy had put them in a sixty-nine position and was busy licking her pussy. Bridget noticed that Ivy had put a pillow under her head and she was just able to run her tongue along Ivy's wet and swollen pussy lips.

Ivy moaned as she lowered her pussy just a bit more so that Bridget could do what she loved to do, lick Ivy's pussy and drink in her juices. She heard Ivy moan louder as she pushed her tongue between Ivy's swollen lips going in deep as she could licking the inside of Ivy. She felt a surge of juices coming from Ivy and she pressed her lips around Ivy's entrance sucking hard. She sucked long and hard before moving to Ivy's clit so that Ivy could get the release that she knew Ivy needed. All the while, Ivy was licking up her girlcum and making Bridget produce more juices for Ivy to lick up.

Bridget went up to Ivy's swollen clit where she began to lick making Ivy groan and she felt Ivy pushing her clit against her tongue. Ivy moaned more and louder until Bridget felt Ivy's pussy squirt out her girlcum upon her chin as she came. She felt Ivy's mouth lock down on her clit and Bridget let out a moan of her own as she too came with Ivy.

When Bridget came back to life, she felt Ivy lying on top of her. She could just reach Ivy's pussy with her tongue and she gave it a lick causing Ivy to stir and let out a soft moan. She licked Ivy's pussy for a moment as Ivy came back to life but then Ivy took her treasure away from her by getting up on her hands and knees. She turned around in the bed lying down beside of her.

"That was nice," Ivy moaned before giving Bridget a kiss. Bridget pulled down on her arms so that she could hug Ivy back however she was still tied up.

"Untie me baby," Bridget whispered to her when the kiss ended.

"Mmmm... I think I'll leave you tied for a while," Ivy responded with a wicked grin before kissing her again.

Bridget kissed her back letting Ivy have her way besides she liked being tied onto Ivy's bed and Ivy kissing her. They kissed for a few minutes and Ivy caressed Bridget's body all so sweetly. Ivy then put her head onto Bridget's shoulder and they both drifted off to sleep.

Bridget woke up sometime later, feeling the tea that she had drank when they ate putting lots of pressure on her bladder. She felt a moment's of panic knowing she was tied to the bed when she really had to pee. She started to say something to wake up Ivy when she realized two things at the same time, Ivy wasn't in the bed with her and that she was no longer tied to the bed. She then heard Ivy in the bathroom and she smiled as she realized that Ivy had felt the same pressure that she was feeling.

When Bridget got to the bathroom, Ivy was just getting up from the toilet so Bridget sat down to relieve the pressure that the tea was causing her. "Oh that feels better," Bridget sighed making Ivy laugh.

"Had to go I see," Ivy said with a smile.

"Yes and I was about to panic when I woke up thinking that I was still tied to the bed." Bridget said grinning.

"Well when I woke up needing to go, I figured that you would to so I went ahead and untie you," Ivy said leaning down giving her a kiss.

"Thanks," Bridget said as she finished peeing.

"Want a cig?" Ivy asked.

"Love one," Bridget said with a grin before she got some toilet paper to wipe herself.

"Meet you on the balcony," Ivy said going out of the bathroom.

When Bridget got to the glass door leading to the balcony, she saw that Ivy had a robe laid out for her and she saw that Ivy was already puffing on a cig. Bridget put on the robe on before joining Ivy for that cigarette. Ivy also had some water for them to drink as they smoked and talked.

As the next couple of weeks went by, Bridget's mind began to form a way to make her fantasy come true. The thought scared her more than a little but it also excited her in a way. Not a sexual way but in a way that made her feel like she could make that last break from her prefect good girl past. She could finally do something that most every other teenager had done; do something wrong and being punished for it. She didn't remember ever being punished for anything because that had never done anything to be punished for. She knew she was one in a million and she didn't want to be included that club anymore. She couldn't change her past but she could change it a little in her mind and that was what this was all about. Slowly she began to form her fantasy in her mind.

It was on a Thursday when they were smoking in the old boiler room that Bridget knew the time had come. She didn't talk much and Ivy seemed to let her be quiet. When they got to the top of the stairway at the door to Ivy's floor, Bridget gave Ivy a letter telling her to read it before she came home. She saw the worried look on Ivy's face so she leaned in and give Ivy a quick kiss before opening the door and ushering Ivy through the door. When the door closed, Bridget realized that her knees were shaking as well as her hands. She knew that she had set the fantasy in motion and there wasn't a way to stop it. She went over the letter in her mind as she knew that Ivy would open and read the letter as soon as the door had closed.

Ivy,

The time has come for you to help me make my fantasy come true. I want you to go to my apartment tonight and stay there. Don't come up to your apartment and I won't come down to see you tonight. I am arraigning things there for tomorrow night.

Here is the scenario that I have made up. I'm a senior at a private girl's school. I have been kicked out of several other schools before I was placed into this one. I'm smart but have a smart mouth that I can't seem to learn to control. I also like to skip classes that I don't like or think I know more than the teacher does. I haven't done anything really bad, just lots of minor stuff that has quickly added up.

You are the head master and you are fed up with talking to me about my behavior in class and want to put an end to it. You believe that I can go far if I would just listen and learn what the school has to teach me. You are pissed at me and intend to show me what happens when you have reached your limit. I don't want you to barely tap me, I want this to be real and I know it will hurt but that is what I want. Show me what happens to bad girls at your school. If I don't shed any tears then you didn't fulfill my fantasy.

I don't want you to hug me or caress me after you are finished. Send me out of your office and back to my room to think about changing my behavior. Lecture me first then paddle me.

Come up to your apartment at six and go directly to your bedroom. Your computer desk will be in there for you to sit at. Don't say anything until I knock at your bedroom door and don't look for me. I want you to put on that black pantsuit that your mom bought you (I know you hate it but wear it for me.). The paddle will be in your right desk drawer. I will have my school folder lying on your desk for you to go through. I will let you decide how many licks to give me.

I love you baby and I appreciate you doing this for me,

Bridget

Bridget had to steady her legs before she could go on up the stairway to her floor. She was nervous and it took her a moment to calm her nerves. She was just glad that she had another minute to two to do that before her next class started. But once she began to teach, the fantasy went to the back of her mind and she didn't think of it again until she started for home.

She went straight up to Ivy's apartment where she got out of her school clothes and put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. She fixed a salad for dinner and then she set out grading the pop quizzes that she had given that day. That took a couple of hours and then she set about moving Ivy's desk to Ivy's bedroom. She had to move the dresser over a bit and it was heaver that she realized. But she was determined to get it moved and she did thought she had to pull the drawers out of the dresser to get it moved across the carpet. Ivy's computer desk was lighter so it was easier to move but she also had to move it further to get it in place. Once she had everything in place, she had to make some minor adjustments to get things the way she wanted. The bedroom didn't look like a real office but it would do. But then a fantasy did require one to use some imagination to make it work. The last thing that she did was to place her paddle into the drawer for Ivy to pull out.

Bridget took a long shower before going out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. Up to that point, she had been so busy that she really hadn't missed Ivy not being there but now she did. She and Ivy always smoked a cigarette together before bed and she missed having her there to talk to. She was tempted to just go down to her apartment to have that cigarette with Ivy but she decided that she had set this up for them to be alone tonight, not so much for Ivy but herself. It gave her time to think things through and make sure that this was what she wanted and give her time to back out. She didn't think she would and this time alone proved that to her. It would also give Ivy some time to think about her fantasy over since up to this point, she had kept Ivy in the dark except for when she had first told Ivy about it.

She didn't have as much trouble going to sleep that night as she figured that she would. She tossed and turned but the thought of finally being thought of something other than a perfect daughter helped her into slumber. She had forgotten to set Ivy's alarm since when they were sleeping in her bed Ivy would set the alarm. So when she woke, she had less than a half hour to get ready and leave for the school. So she really didn't have time to think that morning and during lunch, she stayed at her desk eating a pack of crackers which was about all she figured she could keep down on her nervous stomach. But what she wanted most was a cigarette. She wondered if Ivy was having a smoke. She suspected that she wasn't, but then that might have been the romantic side of her not wanting to think that Ivy would do something that had become sort of their little thing. She thought about asking her later that night but then she decided that maybe it was better just to not ask and imagine that she was right. Before she got too far along with that thought, one of her calculus students came in needing some help so put her teacher hat back on and returned to work.

When the last bell rung, Bridget felt the butterflies begin to form within her stomach. She had to force a smile as her students filed out talking to each other and really not paying much attention to her. That was the good thing about Fridays, none of her students wanted to stay and talk about homework or a test, their minds were already on the weekend and what they planned to do or not do as the case may be. For Bridget this would be a special weekend, she would become the bad girl that she had always wanted to be but was too afraid or submissive to do. She gathered up her things and headed for her car. Once in the parking lot and was relieved to see that Ivy's car was already gone. She didn't want to see or face her at that moment and Ivy must have figured that already.

When she got to Ivy's apartment, the first thing she did was to go out to the balcony to smoke yet another cigarette. She had already smoked two on her short drive home but she needed another to calm her nerves. When she stubbed out her cigarette, she figured that she was as calm as she was going to get. She went back to Ivy's bedroom putting the last touch to Ivy's "office". She cornered off Ivy's desk by setting up a closet rod that she had found that would just reach from the floor to the ceiling, putting it just in front of Ivy's bed. She then pinned a couple of white sheets from two of the walls to the rod. It made for a small "office" but big enough for her purpose. She then pinned a few pictures that she had printed off from the internet of a private school. She stood back and looked everything over and after a few minor changes; she felt that she had everything perfect.

She went from there to the bathroom where she had her own outfit. She stripped out of her clothes and jumped into the shower. She took a long relaxing shower taking the time to get herself into her fantasy. She shaved her legs and pussy making herself feel as pretty. Once she had her hair dried, she applied her makeup going a little heavier than she would normally. She wanted to make herself look like the preppy girls she remembered from her high school days. She then put on her white bra and panties. Next came the red checkered skirt that went down to her knees and a white blouse. She put a black school tie on, tightening it up. She looked into the mirror and she thought that something looked wrong. It took her a minute before she realized that a bad girl wouldn't have her blouse buttoned up to the top nor her tie tight, so she loosened her tie and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. That gave her more of a bad girl look, a look of a girl who had authority issues and didn't care what anyone thought. She also pulled her blouse up a little from her waist.

When she looked back into the mirror, she liked what she saw and she also began to feel like the girl she wanted to be in her fantasy. She messed her hair up just a little just to add to the look. She sat down on the toilet lid to put on her white knee socks and black shoes. She had just stood up when she heard the front door open and then footsteps coming down the hall. She hoped that Ivy didn't have to pee or anything, she felt her heart stop when the footsteps stopped near the bathroom and was relieved to hear those footsteps turn to go into the bedroom. She listened closely and she heard Ivy say "Oh my!" That made her smile but it also signaled that things were about to get real. And she also realized that she really had to pee. Bridget quickly lifted the lid, sitting down before she peed on herself. She didn't have to pee much but she did really have to pee.

When she got back to the sink, she readjusted her outfit and adjusted her makeup putting on a bit more black eyeliner to make herself become the bad girl that she was for this evening. Bridget took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly before opening the bathroom. She saw that the bedroom door was closed and she walked to it. She took in another deep breath and as she exhaled, she let her shoulders slouch and she got this cocky attitude to her exterior though her insides were a bundle of nerves. But after a moment, she made those nerves go away and she let the bad girl in her fantasy become her. She felt like she was the one in control and no one could tell her what to do or say. When she had completely become the bad girl that she knew she was in her heart, she knocked on the bedroom door.

She heard nothing for a moment and was about to knock again when she heard Ivy say "Come in." However it wasn't Ivy's normal happy fun voice but one deeper and one that seemed to be in control, a voice coming from a woman who was used to dealing with girls like her.

Bridget opened the door and slandered into the room putting on the look of a girl who didn't have any fear of authority and that was the way that she felt. Her face showed the look of distain that she had for the authority that the head of the school represented. She looked at Ivy who was sitting behind her desk. She saw that Ivy had on the black pantsuit as requested but she had gone further than that and Bridget was proud of her lover for doing this for her. Her hair was put up in a severe bun on the back of her head. She also had a pair of those reading glasses on with the half lens which had an old fashion chain connected to each ear piece so that Ivy could let them hand around her neck when not wearing them.

When Ivy didn't say anything, Bridget started the fantasy, "You wanted to see me?" in a voice that showed her contempt for the woman sitting in front of her.

"Sit!" Ivy ordered not looking up from the papers that she was reading, the papers from the folder that Bridget had set up for her listing the bad things that she had done.

"Yea... okay," Bridget said as she plopped down in the chair, letting her knees spread out and her shoulders slump down.

Ivy looked up from her folder and Bridget saw her staring back at her with eyes that showed her disappointment in her. Bridget smirked back at Ivy enjoying this little game that they were playing.

"Is that the way you were taught to address an elder and the way that you were taught to sit?" Ivy asked her showing her disapproval in Bridget and her attitude.

"Pretty much," Bridget said again with that smirk in her voice and her expression.

"Humppp..." Ivy uttered and Bridget had to smile knowing that she had won the first round.

Ivy's eyes went back to the papers in the file seeming to be reading them while Bridget waited impatiently and showing her impatience by sighing loudly and often.

After several sighs, Ivy finally looked up at her, staring her into her eyes with an intensity that actually scared Bridget a little, it was a look that she had never seen in Ivy's eyes before.

"You got somewhere better to be right now?" Ivy asked as she stood up while taking off her glasses, letting them fall to her chest.

"I know a lot of better places to be than this fucking office," Bridget said to Ivy not concerned in the least about anything that the head master would or could do to her.

"Well then I guess we had better get this over with so that you can get to those other places," Ivy said with a smirk of her own. She then reached down opening the right hand drawer of her desk. She pulled out the paddle that was there.

Bridget's eyes locked onto the paddle and she felt her heart begin to pound. "Whattt... what you going to do with that?" Bridget stuttered out.

"I'm going to see if we can't adjust your attitude and behavior," Ivy said coming around her desk and then leaning back against it.

"You can't paddle me, I'll tell my father!" Bridget protested loudly.

"Oh I just had a long conversation with your father and he agrees with me," Ivy told her and Bridget could see in Ivy's eyes that she was telling the truth, at least as far as the fantasy went.

"I don't believe you! He would never let you paddle me!" Bridget protested loudly.

"Call him youself," Ivy said pulling her cell phone from her pocket. She handed it to Bridget to see.

Bridget looked at the phone and saw the last call made, the contact had it as "Bridget's father" and while the number was unfamiliar it did have a Boston area code. The call had lasted for thirty minutes making Bridget admire Ivy for really doing some planning of her own.

"He wouldn't..." Bridget said letting her head fall to her chest.

"Yes he would, he's as tired of your behavior as I am," Ivy told her a stern look that would tell a student that she was in big trouble now and Bridget felt just like that student as her hopes faded.

"Can't you just suspend me or kick me out of school?" Bridget asked as her feeling heart pounded harder.

"I don't believe in suspending my girls, they can't learn anything if they aren't in class. And I don't believe in passing my problems on to someone else to solve. I like to believe that I can solve my own problems. You're my problem and I plan on resolving this problem today." Ivy told her looking her square in the eyes and Bridget felt like she needed to pee again but she wasn't about to say anything to her head master.

When Bridget didn't say anything, since she was suddenly incapable of saying anything, Ivy went on. "I'm going to review all of issues we have had with you in the short two months that you've been in this school. For each of these incidents, you'll receive one swat of the paddle."

"Okay," Bridget mumbled.

"And that's another thing, when you leave here today, you'll address me as you were told and speak plainly as a young woman should. You're an intelligent woman who could go a long way in this world if you'd learn when and where to open that mouth of yours." Ivy told her.

"But you told us the first day I was here that we as women need to speak our minds and that's all I'm doing," Bridget said as a last line of defense in hopes of staving off the paddling as any girl would.

"No you're just back talking and using foul language. Speaking your mind means saying something and being able to defend what you're saying. It's knowing what you are talking about and know what you're doing then doing it. You just act like a spoiled little brat and in a couple of years; none of your little friends will be around to look up at you. You'll be in a world that you're wholly unprepared to face. I don't intend to let that happen. Today starts your real education. Now stand up and bend over. Put your hands on your knees and grip hard for this will hurt, I assure you." Ivy told her.

"Isn't there any other way?" Bridget pleaded.

"No young lady, now get up and get into position." Ivy ordered, leaving no room for Bridget to argue.

Bridget felt her eyes start to tear up as she got up on shaky legs. She bent over grasping her knees which did help steady her knees.

"I'm going to list each of your indiscretions and once I'm done, I'll start to paddle you, one lick for each indiscretion." Ivy said to her.

Just as Ivy began to speak, Bridget put her mind into what Ivy was saying, letting herself imagine each thing and letting herself believe that she had done each of these things. She made each misdeed her own, letting her vivid imagination work of her so that the fantasy became reality.

"1) The first day of class telling Miss Judith to go Fuck Herself when she asked you to be quiet in class."

"2) Second week of school you skipped PE so that you could sneak off to the mall to shop."

"3) Again the second week of class again telling Miss Judith to Fuck Off when she caught you smoking behind Miles Hall."

"4) Getting into a fight with Barb because you thought that she looked at you wrong, or some stupid reason."

"5) Mmmm smoking again. Don't you know that is bad for you and very unlady like?"

Bridget didn't answer as she was feeling good inside about all the bad things that she had done and was proud of each and every one. She knew she could take the five licks for the things that she had listed on her paper that she had given to Ivy; however Ivy didn't seem to be through as her eyes stayed on the papers in front of her.

She had obviously added some things to the list on her own. Bridget let herself believe that she had done the next items; she started to regret them more as each was listed. These other things just added to her punishment but they also made her that much more of a bad girl and she was proud of these bad things that she had the guts to do.

"6) Painting "Fuck the world" on the soccer field the night before a match. You do like the word Fuck don't you young lady." Ivy stated to her and Bridget knew not to answer.

"7) Putting a laxative into Miss Rachel's coffee thus making her miss a day of classes."

"8) Turning in a book report on an internet story about lesbian, an erotic story that you made sure to mention all the explicit parts instead of "The Grapes of Wrath" for which you were assigned."

"9) Putting pink dye into the washer when you were made to wash the girls soccer teams practice uniforms as punishment for painting what you did on their field. You got something against the soccer team or what?"

"10) Nailing my door shut from the inside this past weekend so I couldn't get into my office this morning. Didn't think I knew that was you did you? But what you didn't know was that I have a video camera set up in my room just for devious young women like yourself. That was the final straw that brought you into my office today."

"Now that would have been the end of it but you decided to add an eleventh lick by using that F word in my office and not addressing me properly nor sitting properly in your chair, choosing to sit like some slut and not the young lady you will become." Ivy told her.

Bridget now knew that she was in big trouble. She had done a lot of bad things, some of which she had thought that she had gotten away with but obviously not. Her head master was about to make sure that she regretted them all.

"Prepare yourself young lady," Ivy said forcefully and Bridget heard the chair that she had sat in when she came into Ivy's office being moved.

Bridget gripped her knees tighter and a moment later, she felt the paddle that she had Frank make light upon her ass. For a split second, she didn't feel anything but then she felt the pain sear across her ass and explode in her head. Ivy did as Bridget had wanted and she didn't take it easy on her. Bridget had to gasp for her breath and then she felt the second lick. It was just has hard and if possible even more painful. Her eyes began to water and she so wanted to reach back to her ass but she didn't. She just gripped her knees harder and waited on the next lick of the paddle which came all too quickly and equally as hard. She began to cry and she felt the gusset of her panties get a little wet and she knew that she had dribble what little pee she had in her onto them.

Ivy gave her the forth lick and then the fifth and she was now crying. Her ass was on fire and she was sure that she'd never be able to sit again. Ivy paused for a moment and Bridget was afraid that Ivy would stop and as much as it hurt, Bridget didn't want her too. She had finally been a bad girl and she wanted it all. However she didn't have to worry as she heard the paddle whish through the air and land on her ass, exploding with pain and making her tilt up on her toes. When her heels touched back down, she was rocked with another lick. The next three came one after the other and Bridget felt like she was never going to survive this punishment but she was intent on doing so. She had been a real naughty young woman and she was getting what she deserved.

"One more young lady!" Ivy said and Bridget gripped her knees even harder. She only had to wait but for a second before she was rocked with the last lick, this one seemed to be the hardest of them all and she was sure that Ivy used both arms to swing the paddle.

"Ohhhh..." Bridget moaned and she reached back to her ass that was on fire rubbing those sore cheeks.

"Put your hands down young lady, there'll be no rubbing of your bottom in here." Ivy said forcefully.

Bridget immediately dropped her hands down to her side as she straightened up. She could barely see Ivy going behind her desk and sitting down while putting the paddle on the desk in front of her.

"Now sit down like a proper young women and thank me for helping you correct your behavior," Ivy instructed her.

The last thing Bridget wanted to do was to sit down on a hard chair but she did all though slowly and carefully. She then crossed her legs which put more pressure on her sore ass. "Thank you ma'am for helping me see that I've been a very bad girl," Bridget said meaning it but in a different way than the words she was saying indicated.

"You're welcome Bridget," Ivy said putting a smile on her face, a smile that a head master would who had gotten through to a student the hard way.

"The next time you're sent to see me, you'll get twelve licks, one for each of your previous discretions and one for whatever new discretion that you committed. Do you understand me?" Ivy asked.

"Yes ma'am," Bridget said as the tears kept falling down her cheeks, tears that smeared her eyeliner.

"Are you planning to return?" Ivy asked arching her eyebrows and giving her that stare that said that she meant business.

"No ma'am," Bridget said seriously but then after a pause she added softly, "At least not for a while..." Then she saw Ivy crack a smile for half a second but then the stern expression returned.

"You may leave now and behave," Ivy told her as her eyes returned to the papers on her desk though she forgot to put her reading glasses back on.

"Yes ma'am," Bridget said getting up and wanting to put her hands to her bottom that was stinging to badly.

She walked to the door opening it and she stepped out. She took a last look back at Ivy and she saw the concern on her face, a worried look that Bridget appreciated.

As soon as the door closed, Bridget's hands went to her sore ass and she said quiet loudly "Fuck! That hurt!"

"You want twelve more young woman?" she heard Ivy yell through the door stilling playing her role as head master.

"No ma'am!" Bridget yelled back as she rubbed her sore ass and the tears returned feeling the pain in her ass.

Bridget stood there rubbing her sore ass and letting the tears fall feeling good about how her fantasy had been so real. She felt like the bad schoolgirl she had secretly wanted to be but couldn't make herself be. She closed her eyes thinking it all over and remembering how she felt as Ivy listed the bad things she had done and how it felt to be good and also how good it felt to be punished for those imaginary things.

She wasn't sure how long she had been standing there before she sensed Ivy standing in front of her and felt Ivy wrap her arms around her. Ivy pulled her in against her body allowing Bridget to nestle her head against Ivy's shoulder. She cried softly as Ivy caressed her back before her hand went down to very tenderly caress her very sore bottom.

Ivy held onto her long after the tears had stopped and then intense pain eased ever so slightly. Bridget eased back from Ivy's arms and she said softly, "I could use a cigarette."

She saw Ivy's eyes light up for a fraction of a second and Bridget just knew that Ivy wanted to say something but then she just as quickly changed her mind saying only, "Me too, come on baby." Ivy said taking her hand in hers.

Ivy led her first to the kitchen getting them both a bottle of flavored and vitamin enriched water before heading to the balcony. Ivy shook a cigarette from the pack handing it to Bridget. However Bridget's hands were still shaking and Ivy quickly took it back. Ivy lit the cigarette before taking it from her lips and putting it to Bridget's lips.

"Thanks," Bridget said before taking a long pull on the cigarette.

They were both silent as they smoked giving Bridget time to get her legs back under her and for her hands to stop shaking enough for her to take a long drink from her water.

"So was it all you wanted it to be?" Ivy asked as she took her thumb to wipe some of Bridget's mascara that had run down her cheek off.

Bridget smiled, "Yea it was perfect. I really felt like I had done all those things, even those that you added."

"Well when I saw the things that you had written down, I thought that maybe you need a little help at being a bad girl." Ivy said with a grin.

"You didn't happen to do anything of those things did you?" Bridget had to ask.

Ivy grin grew bigger before she said, "Well the hockey team did have a little rivalry going with the soccer team. So we might have done a thing or two to them but then they also did a few things to us."

"I thought so," Bridget said with a smile.

"I'm glad that I could help you make it real for you," Ivy told her caressing her cheek.

"Oh it was real, I even peed on myself as you paddled me," Bridget admitted blushing as she said it.

"Seriously?" Ivy asked as she face lit up.

"Yea, it wasn't much since I was smart enough to go before we started." Bridget told her.

"Let me see," Ivy said stubbing her butt out and she reached down to the front of her skirt.

Bridget had a cigarette in one hand and the bottle of water in the other so all she could do was yell, "No Ivy don't!" But then she felt Ivy's fingers at her damp panties.

"You did!" Ivy said with a grin as she dropped the skirt back down.

"I said I did you fool," Bridget told her but she couldn't help but to grin at Ivy. Then she yelled "Ivy!" as Ivy put her fingers to her mouth licking them clean.

"I think you're the one that needs a paddling, that's nasty," Bridget said though for some reason it really wasn't all that nasty to her.

"I don't know, your pee taste pretty good to me," Ivy said with a wink. Then she lit them both another cigarette with Bridget now able to hold her own cigarette though she did let Ivy light it for her.

They both became quiet for a bit. Bridget drank on her water and smoked her cigarette, inhaling deeply on each puff. The cigarette tasted good and it relaxed her. Her ass was still hurting but that too felt good in a way. Bridget reached back to her ass and lightly rubbed it.

"Your ass still hurting?" Ivy asked a very obvious question.

"Yea but I don't mind..." Bridget said to her.

"Come on, let me put a little cream on it," Ivy said to her.

"It's not numbing cream is it? I don't want that." Bridget asked wondering if Ivy might have thought ahead and gotten something to ease the pain.

"No it's just cream, I promise." Ivy replied with a soft understanding smile.

"Okay that would be nice," Bridget told her.

They both quickly finished their cigarettes and then Ivy took her by the hand leading her inside where she took Bridget to the bathroom.

"Let me clean you up," Ivy said softly and Bridget knew what Ivy was doing. She was trying to make up for paddling her so hard.

"That would be nice," Bridget replied.

Ivy ran some warm water into the sink, as it filled; she got some bath wash from the bathtub. She put a washcloth into the warm water in the now filled sink. Bridget watched as Ivy' hands went to her school tie, loosening it and pulling it out of her collar of her blouse. She pulled the blouse out of Bridget's skirt before she began to unbuttoning it. Ivy had a soft smile on her face as she opened the blouse and pushed it off of her shoulders. Ivy leaned forward giving a soft kiss to Bridget's lips that Bridget welcomed. Bridget felt Ivy's fingers at the back of her bra. When Ivy ended the brief kiss, she leaned back pulling Bridget's bra with her. Bridget watched as Ivy pulled the bra off her shoulders and down her arms. Ivy dropped the bra to the floor. Bridget was a bit surprised that Ivy didn't attempt to kiss her breasts or caress them. But then Bridget realized that Ivy was being true to her wishes, not making this about sex. This was just Ivy showing her love for her. Ivy's hands went to her skirt, unhooking the clasp before unzipping it. Ivy pushed the skirt down over her hips letting it drop to the floor.

Ivy went down to her knees, putting her hands to Bridget's hips. Bridget watched as Ivy began to pull her panties down and she was grateful that Ivy used her fingers to pull the back of her panties away from her ass thus not pulling it down across her sore ass. She pulled the panties down to her ankles and Bridget stepped out of both her skirt and panties. Ivy stood back up and Bridget saw that she was now standing in the bathroom in nothing but her knee socks which Ivy had left on her.

Ivy reached down getting the washcloth from the sink ringing it out before putting a little bath soap upon it. Bridget closed her eyes when she saw Ivy bringing the washcloth to her face. Bridget felt Ivy all so carefully began to wipe her cheeks that were stained with her mascara that had ran down them as she cried while being paddled. Ivy worked slowly as she cleaned her face making Bridget feel so loved. It was so sweet of Ivy to work so slowly and carefully. Once she was done with her face, Ivy did give her a light kiss making Bridget smile as she opened her eyes when the kiss ended.

Ivy went next to Bridget's body, gently washing her chest and letting the warm wash cloth go around and then over her breasts. This did make her nipples harden a bit. Again Ivy passed up the chance to tease her or kiss her nipples. Ivy washed her stomach before going down to her abdomen. Bridget opened her legs when she felt the washcloth get close to her pussy, Bridget opened her legs up enough for Ivy to wash her there. Again, Ivy passed on caressing or teasing her, instead she just washed the pee from around it. Ivy went on down her legs to where her socks were and she stopped there. Bridget knew there was something about her kneesocks that Ivy liked.

Bridget had kept her eyes closed the whole time so when she felt Ivy's hands on her shoulders, Bridget turned around. Bridget then heard Ivy let out a little gasp and she knew that her ass must look as bad as it still felt. She hoped that Ivy wouldn't regret what she had been asked to do. She waited for Ivy to beg for forgiveness but she didn't. Ivy soon began to wash her shoulders and then her back. When Ivy got to her sore ass, Ivy used even a lighter touch, barely touching her but it did feel nice even if it hurt a little.

"Come on baby, let me put some cream on that ass of yours," Ivy told her once she was done with the back of her thighs.

"Okay," Bridget replied as she opened her eyes and she turned around. She saw the worry in Ivy's eyes so she gave her a soft kiss to show that everything was just fine.

Ivy took her to the bedroom and while Bridget was getting onto the bed, lying on her stomach, Ivy was getting some of her cold cream that would take the heat off her ass but leave the soreness. Ivy came over to the bed but before she got up on the bed, she removed her clothing. Bridget wasn't sure what Ivy was up to but she did like that Ivy would be nude too. Plus she was sure that Ivy wanted to get out of that pantsuit and let her hair back down.

Ivy put the jar of cream down by Bridget's right hip before getting up on the bed. Bridget felt Ivy's hands at the back of her knees, opening them before she moved between them. Bridget again closed her eyes while Ivy opened the jar of cold cream.

"Oh that's cold," Bridget moaned feeling the dab of cold cream that Ivy put on her each of her ass cheeks.

"So tell me about painting that soccer field," Ivy said to her in a soft voice.

"What?" Bridget replied wondering what Ivy was talking about, that was just something that was made up during the fantasy that they played out.

"I never had the guts to do something like that, what did it feel like to be so bad..." Ivy said to her.

Bridget was still confused as to what Ivy was talking about, she wasn't bad and she had never done anything like that, Ivy was the one who actually had pulled that prank. Bridget was about to open her eyes and look back at Ivy who had yet begin to rub the cream onto her ass. There were just the globs of cold cream sitting on the center of her ass cheeks.

Then it hit her as to what Ivy was after, she was making the fantasy continue. Ivy was pretending that they were back in her room at the boarding school and she was telling her roommate what she had done and how she had done it. Ivy was keeping quiet which gave Bridget time to come up with a story. She put her mind back to the spanking and what she was thinking when Ivy had listed that as one of the things she was about to be punished for doing.

"Well you know how those girls on the soccer team are just a bunch of bitches, thinking that they rule the school just because they haven't lost a game in two years." Bridget said getting back into the fantasy. Ivy then began to spread the cold cream over her ass.

She felt Ivy's fingers begin to rub the cream in and Bridget let out a little moan. "Oh those girls are just bitches, Barb bumped into me the other day knocking me down and she just laughed as she walked on with the other soccer bitches." Ivy said trying to make her voice sound young. She didn't pull it off but Bridget appreciated the effort.

"Yea they are, anyway Ivy and I snuck out in the middle of the night going to the shed where they keep the paint to paint the lines on the field." Bridget said bringing Ivy into the fantasy and she was sure that Ivy was smiling at her doing that though she didn't look back to see for sure.

"Before that night, they had never kept it locked so I just opened the door and walked on in," Bridget said before letting out a little moan from the soothing cream that Ivy was very tenderly rubbing onto her butt cheeks.

"I bet they locked it after that," Ivy said giggling a little to add to the fantasy.

"Oh yes, but anyway, I found the paint and the little machine that they used to make the lines. I had watched them earlier in the day to see how they did it. Still it took Ivy and me a few minutes to get it to work. Of course it didn't help that Ivy was beginning to freak out afraid that we'd get caught by taking so long." Bridget said.

"Ivy was just being a pussy," Ivy said to her.

"Yea but she did have the guts to help me so..." Bridget said in young Ivy's defense.

"So anyway, once we got the machine working, we took it to the center of the field. I used the machine as Ivy directed me where to go. I wanted it to look as professional as possible and we did keep the lines pretty straight considering we were working in the dark in the early morning hours." Bridget told her feeling Ivy's gentle fingers putting more cream on her ass cheeks and she started to rub that into her sore ass cheeks.

"So did you show up the next day to see the soccer girls discover what you had done?" Ivy asked while casually spreading Bridget's legs further. She did it so carefully that Bridget almost didn't notice but she did notice.

"No I didn't have to; it was all over the school the next day. Plus I just happen to be near the soccer girls on Monday morning and just hearing them fussing about having to change their home game to an away game because they couldn't get the paint off in time for the game.

"Oh I bet you loved that!" Ivy said in a happy tone of voice.

"I loved it!" Bridget said giggling herself over the fantasy.

"So tell me about nailing the head master's door shut, I want to hear about that," Ivy said while her fingers went lower down her ass cheeks making her squirm a little as her ass was really sore there but also Ivy's fingers were getting close to her pussy.

"Well Ivy decided that we had got away with the soccer field thing and she didn't want to take a chance, so I did that one alone." Bridget said to her.

"But how did you get in her office and then out once you had nailed the door closed?" Ivy asked moving her fingers up to the top of her ass before working her way back down.

Bridget had to pause for a moment to think this one out and slowly an idea came to her, not that it mattered, it was all make believe and Ivy wouldn't question anything she came up with.

"Getting in was easy, you know all the buildings here are old and so are their locks thus picking the lock was easy enough and I was in. I had practiced a little on nailing nails into boards so I was able to get enough nails into the door to make sure that it wouldn't open easy. I bent more than a few though," Bridget said making the story seem more real.

"But how did you get out since her office is on the top floor of the building?" Ivy asked throwing her a curve.

Bridget frowned and she had to think a bit and Ivy let her. She just moved her hands and fingers around her sore ass and also those fingers were now moving nearer to her pussy which made her squirm.

"Well you know how those old building have ledges, so I went out her window, remembering to shut the window. Then I edged my way around the building until I found a window that I could open. I slipped inside and went back through the building and back outside." Bridget told her feeling good with her story.

"Cool... so tell me..." Ivy said bringing up the next thing on the list of bad things that she had done.

Bridget made up stories to those things that she had gotten punished for. However as she got to the last of those things, Ivy's fingers seemed to have forgotten about putting the cold cream on her sore ass cheeks. Rather her fingers seemed to be more interested in the area of her ass closest to her pussy and even to the edges of her pussy while never touching her there. But then she didn't have to, just getting close and delicately touching the sides of her pussy was enough to start getting her aroused.

"So what was it like to be bent over in the head master's office, gripping your knees as she paddled you?" Ivy asked just as Bridget felt Ivy's fingers touch her pussy lips.

Bridget was startled by the question and also Ivy's fingers touching her pussy just as she was getting so aroused. Bridget didn't know what to say or how to respond. So she did what came natural, she moaned. As it turned out, Ivy didn't intend for her to say anything else other than moan since she was doing all the talking.

"I bet you felt so good as she read off all those bad and naughty things that you did, you were such a bad, bad girl, a very naughty girl." Ivy said and Bridget moaned as Ivy's fingers started to move up and down her rapidly becoming wet pussy lips.

"I did feel good, I was a bad girl!" Bridget heard herself moaning.

"Oh yes you were, you were such a bad girl. And when she started to paddle you, did that hurt?" Ivy asked and Bridget felt two fingers enter her hot pussy.

"Oh god it hurt! It hurt so bad..." Bridget moaned while bringing her knees up so that her hips went up off the bed and thus opening her pussy to Ivy's fingers that were now fucking her.

"But it was worth it wasn't it, you love being a bad girl and being punished for it don't you!" Ivy said louder.

"Fuck yes, I loved being bad and being paddled for it!" Bridget moaned. "Fuck me harder Ivy!"

"Yes my naughty, bad girl. I'm going to fuck you hard!" Ivy said.

Bridget felt Ivy's fingers going in deeper and harder. Bridget then felt the fingers of Ivy's other hand light upon her clit and she cried out.

"Cum for me my bad little girl... cum hard!" Ivy said and Bridget felt Ivy pinching and rolling her clit, sending her to that other world where only she could feel pleasure along with a very sore ass.

When Bridget came back to life, Ivy was laying beside of her, brushing the hair from her forehead. Bridget gave her a smile and got a soft kiss in return.

"Is it okay that I turned this fantasy into a sexual thing?" Ivy asked her softly.

"You didn't," Bridget said to her and got the confused look that she expected. "The fantasy that I wanted ended once I left the head master's door; what just happened was our little fantasy."

"Oh okay, so did you enjoy our fantasy?" Ivy asked.

"Mmmm... very much..." Bridget said with a smile. She then got Ivy to roll onto her back and she laid her head on Ivy's shoulder, letting Ivy enfold her in her arms.

Ivy caressed her back with her fingers as Bridget nestled in her warm arms. It felt so nice and Bridget could only let out soft cooing sounds. She loved how things had turned out and while she had to pay a price for pretending to be bad, it felt good. For a short period of time, she wasn't that good little girl that always did what everyone told her to do, her mother, her priest... everyone.

"Did I paddle you too hard?" Ivy asked breaking the nice silent moment that they were sharing.

Bridget got up on her right elbow and looked at Ivy who had this very worried look on her face. "I... I bruised you a little..." Ivy went on and Bridget could see that Ivy was about to cry.

"Oh honey no, you did it just right!" Bridget said quickly and then she kissed her softly on the lips to reassure Ivy, this was the opposite of what normally happened, that being Ivy reassuring her.

"But I..." Ivy said to her.

"Ivy, if you had just tapped me with the paddle then it wouldn't have been real to me. Anything less would have been us playing and I wanted this to be real. I wanted to feel like I had done those things and the hard paddling was the only thing that would have done that. If a few bruises are the price I had to pay to make it real then it was worth it and I'd do it all over again, in a second." Bridget told her.

"You sure, you're not just telling me that are you?" Ivy asked.

"No I'm not, I swear. You were perfect; I really thought that you were the head master at some school that I was attending. You pulled it off better than I could have ever dreamed." Bridget told her.

Ivy finally smiled but then she frowned, "what?" Bridget asked of her.

"I so wanted to make it real for you, I really thought about what I thought you wanted me to be. I bet I read your letter a thousand times trying to get into your head. By the time I got up here, I felt like I was a head master of an all girl school. Then seeing you dressed as you were just set me off. As we got started, I just became the part." Ivy told her and then Bridget noticed that Ivy was blushing a little.

"Did you enjoy paddling me?" Bridget asked.

Ivy hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes I did, I actually got..."

"Aroused?" Bridget asked.

"Yea, I'm sorry..." Ivy said and Bridget could see that Ivy felt bad about that. "Then when I saw your red and slightly bruised ass I feared that I had gone over the top."

"You didn't baby and I'm glad that you got aroused, that means that my fantasy became real for you and that's good." Bridget told her.

"But you said that you didn't want it to be sexual," Ivy said.

"I didn't want it for it to be sexual for me; I didn't say anything about you. You kept it that way so it's cool." Bridget said.

"Maybe next time we can make it sexual for both of us..." Bridget told her with a grin, "You know me being bad again and you giving me the twelve that you promised only this time the bad girl has to strip and the head master molest her after giving her twelve light licks..."

Ivy's eyes lit up, "Oh my bad girl is becoming kinky."

"Yes she is," Bridget said giving her a kiss. "But now the bad little girl has to reward her head master for making her see the errors of her ways."

"And how is my bad little girl going to do that might I ask?" Ivy asked.

Bridget just smiled and gave her a sexy wink before kissing her. She let the kiss linger but for a brief moment before rising up onto her hands and knees. She smiled down at Ivy who was looking back up at her with a desire in her eyes. She saw Ivy's left hand reach up under her toward her pussy, Bridget slapped it away shaking her head at her. Ivy grinned but she did take her hand back away. Bridget moved back so that she was at Ivy's left side.

She leaned down giving a kiss to Ivy's already hard left nipple and then she gave a kiss to the right one making Ivy let out a moan. Bridget moved her mouth back to Ivy's left nipple, this time she sucked it into her mouth, while she sucked, she used her tongue to tease the nipple. Bridget put her left hand to Ivy's stomach feeling Ivy's stomach ripple a little. Slowly Bridget moved her hand toward Ivy's pussy. She saw from the corner of her eye, Ivy opening her legs for her. Bridget's fingers gently caressed Ivy's clit making her let out a long moan however she didn't keep her fingers there long, but moved them on downward until her hand was covering Ivy's wet pussy.

Bridget gave Ivy's pussy a gentle squeeze before she began to run her fingers up and down her slit with her middle finger moved along Ivy's slit as her other fingers slid along the outer lips. Ivy was letting out soft moans and groaning when Bridget nibbled on her left nipple. Bridget kissed her way down that breast and then up to the right nipple. She gave it a tender bite before she began to suckle upon the hard nipple. She slowly let her middle finger part Ivy's lips going inside of her. She began to finger fuck her pussy going slowly at first but then increasing her speed when Ivy began to lift her hips up wanting more.

Bridget slipped a second and then third finger into Ivy's pussy feeling it squeeze down on them. Bridget was now going back and forth between Ivy's nipples, sucking on one then going over and biting on the other. She felt and heard Ivy began to pant and her face was getting red as she got close to her orgasm. Bridget slipped her wet fingers from Ivy's pussy getting a groan but then a moan when she started to rub those wet fingers against Ivy's hard little bud. She pressed down hard, wanting Ivy to cum hard and she did. Ivy arched her back and she let out a whimper when the orgasm washed over her. Bridget rubbed Ivy's clit for only a moment more not wanting her to get too sensitive but enough to make the orgasm much more intense.

Bridget lifted her fingers off Ivy's clit, putting them to her mouth wanting to taste Ivy's juices. She then moved around so that she could get to Ivy's pussy so that she could lick up her girlcum. She was licking gently upon Ivy's pussy when she felt Ivy start to stir. A moment later, Bridget felt a soft hand lying on her still sore ass.

"I'm in the mood to lick a bad girl's pussy, know where I might find one?" Bridget heard Ivy ask.

Bridget had to raise her head up from Ivy's pussy to let out a giggle before she replied, "I might..."

Bridget then moved her hips over and then she swung her right knee over Ivy's body. She felt Ivy's hands on her sore ass, guiding in downward until she felt Ivy's tongue begin to lick upon her own wet pussy. Ivy's hand began to squeeze her sore ass cheeks causing her some pain but to Bridget's surprise, it also made her even more aroused. Bridget dropped her mouth back down to Ivy's pussy using her fingers to spread Ivy's lips open so that she could lick deeper and harder. She pushed her tongue deep into Ivy's pussy licking inside of her.

She would move her mouth to Ivy's clit sucking hard on it until she felt Ivy really gripping her ass causing her more than a little pain but Bridget also felt her pussy get wetter and her need to cum grow. Before she let Ivy have that orgasm, she went back to her pussy, licking in deep and using her fingers to spread Ivy's pussy wider. They were going at it hard, with Bridget causing Ivy a little pain by spreading her so wide and Ivy squeezing her sore ass cheeks as she licked her pussy. They both went at it hard until they were at the point that they couldn't handle it anymore. When Ivy began to suck and lick at her clit, Bridget moved her mouth to Ivy's clit attacking it with the same vigor. It was only a matter of seconds before Bridget felt her release come and she cried out. She put her mouth on Ivy's clit sucking her hard until she felt her jerk beneath her. Bridget then gave herself over to the orgasm that was starting to surge through her body.

When Bridget came around, she was lying on top of Ivy with her head lying upon Ivy's wet pussy. Bridget gave Ivy's pussy a little kiss before raising up and turning around so that she could lie on Ivy. Bridget felt completely drained and as soon as her head was against Ivy's shoulder, she began to drift off. She did feel Ivy's arms move around her in a soft embrace before she was lost in her erotic dreams.

When she woke sometime later, she saw that it was now dark outside and Ivy's hands were softly caressing her arms and back. Bridget moved up on her elbows and in the moonlight, she could see Ivy smiling up at her.

"I'm hungry, fix me something to eat," Bridget said giving Ivy that innocent girl look.

Ivy let out a hearty laugh that made Bridget laugh with her. "You are?" Ivy asked.

"Yes I am, so go fix me something to eat." Bridget told her grinning this time.

"Well I guess I'd better get up and find something to feed my bad little girl," Ivy said.

"Yes you do..." Bridget said seriously but then she grinned as she added, "Pleaseee..."

"Well since you added please, I guess I can go find something for you to eat," Ivy said before putting her hands to Bridget's cheeks.

Bridget let Ivy bring her head down for a kiss as that was what she wanted and needed as much as Ivy wanted to give the kiss to her. They kissed for a few minutes before Bridget finally pulled away. She got on up off the bed before helping Ivy up.

They stopped in the bathroom first where Ivy peed first and then Bridget went to the toilet. She put her hands to the seat and she slowly eased herself down upon the seat.

"Still a little sore?" Ivy asked the obvious question.

Bridget grinned, "Yea a little but I like it."

"You're weird," Ivy said with a laugh but then she leaned over and gave her a kiss before finishing drying her hands.

"So what you want to eat?" Ivy asked when she got to the bathroom door.

"Mmmm... pancakes?" Bridget asked.

"Okay, I mix, you cook?" Ivy stated.

Bridget laughed, "Sure." Bridget knew that Ivy was terrible at flipping pancakes, always making a mess so she didn't mind doing helping her.

Bridget cooked them both a small stack of pancakes. Then Ivy insisted that Bridget sit sideways on her lap so that her ass didn't have to sit on the hard kitchen chairs. Bridget fussed only a little before doing what Ivy wanted. Ivy also insisted on feeding her. Bridget thought that Ivy was going a bit far until she began to drip syrup onto her breasts. Ivy further insisted on cleaning Bridget's breasts... with her tongue of course. Soon Ivy was dripping more syrup upon her breast than actually feeding her. But Bridget didn't care as with each lick, she was becoming more aroused with her pussy leaking it's juices upon Ivy's thigh. This obviously lead them back to the bedroom for more lovemaking.

Ivy did baby Bridget the rest of the weekend and Bridget let her. She knew that Ivy needed to do that, and she enjoyed Ivy applying the cold cream to her ass several times a day even though the soreness in her ass was quickly fading away, but then it felt so erotic to her that Bridget didn't want Ivy to stop doing it since her fingers were soon rubbing her pussy and not her ass which led them to an intense lovemaking session.

However there was a second part to the exoticness of Ivy applying the cold cream. She would also make Bridget describe how she had been bad and she even made up new things that Bridget had done thus keeping Bridget on her toes. It kept the fantasy alive and brought something new to it. Bridget would get so wet as she told her made up stories of being bad and Ivy's fingers moving down to her pussy added to that wetness. And Bridget began to love to having Ivy call her "Her little bad girl."

By Monday, her ass was back to normal and so was their lives, however the applying of cold cream to each other's asses had become a part of their love lives. Bridget enjoyed doing it to Ivy and she sure loved Ivy doing it to her. However they did get some strange looks when they bought several jars of cold cream at a time which only made them laugh at the stares that they got.

End of Part Twelve.

To be continued...

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