The Fort Part 3- Looking Back
Chapter 19- Roleplay
© L 2025
Despite everything, our fort weekend had somehow got off to an amazing start. We had just eaten pizza quite successfully without dropping everything all over the bed we would be sleeping in. After our pizza you beckoned me to sit between your legs and you brushed my hair, being gentle. Again it was all part of my aftercare.
As you did, we just talked, I finally told you how my week at work had been. I actually had some exciting news. I had been asked to lead on the latest project in my team. It would mean more work for me, but after a discussion we both agreed I could manage it.
Now before the feminists start thinking, she has a right to do what she wants. Or those Dominants who believe a sub has an equal, or more powerful voice on what they do, listen- you aren’t us! Our dynamic, our relationship has taken years to build, to get right, again for us! We took time putting my contract together, agreeing the terms of my submission, and we review it, its as fluid as our dynamic. So yes, if I am about to take on more work, J needs to know. He was there when I was working three jobs and putting myself through university. He saw me become exhausted, and he won't see me do that to myself again.
As I sat leaning against your bare chest, your hand slowly stroking my arm my mind wandered to the early days of us playing, I couldn't help but think back to the first time you caned me, I asked if you could remember, and you said 'vividly', it was in a roleplay/ discipline session...
I was at university in and out of lectures, thinking of you. We only played as Top and bottom, and we hadn't played in several weeks. I was horny, I wanted to feel your hand across my ass and your cock in my pussy. I had a free evening, and so I sent you a harmless flirtatious text.
'How is your day going? Thought you might want to know my pussy was starting to feel lonely. So I showed it some special love last night, thinking of you'.
You immediately messaged back;
'It is okay I feel slightly jealous? What are you up to'?
With a smile on my face, and feeling myself getting more horny, I couldn't help but tease you further. I wanted to know how you would react.
'I'm so so bored, sat in class and not paying attention to a single thing. Because right now, I'm being a very bad, naughty girl, texting this cute boy when I should be paying attention'.
Please, please, please take the bait, I thought as I anxiously awaited your reply. It would either say something generic like 'have a good day, I will leave you to your studies', or you would reply in some way inviting me over to play. My phone pinged and my heart raced when I saw your name.
'Hmm, yes, you have been naughty! Very naughty in fact. You will come and see me immediately after school, as soon as your last class finishes (the principal)'.
'Yes Sir'
Is all I responded with, as I practically orgasmed in my seat, my knickers soaking as I began to imagine a wonderful school discipline roleplay session we would do later that day. I pull my mind back to the lecture that hasn't moved any further forward, as the room discuss the aesthetically pleasing qualities of the colour yellow. At 5pm I finished my final lecture, gathered my books, my bag. For a while I stood chatting with my friends, it started with us going over our notes, but quickly turned to us discussing evening plans. Not that I shared mine, telling the group I knew semi well that I was about to be spanked and fucked for being horny during class wasn't something you just dropped casually into conversation. But, eventually just before 6pm telling my friends I wanted to get a head start on some study, I declined their offer to go out to dinner with them, and headed straight to your home. You had left a note on the front door. Let yourself in, lock the door behind you, which I did. Inside you had laid out a school girl outfit for me, that I saw at the bottom of the stairs. A note on it said - put me on and come to my office when ready. You loved seeing me dressed up in various outfits, school girl was definitely a favourite. My stomach genuinely was starting to churn, I knew this is what I wanted, but thinking about it, and actually doing it, were two different things. When I got to your office I knocked and waited. Eventually you opened the door, 'In, and stand there', you said in a tone that made me know I was in trouble. Oh fuck yes! I thought as I moved to the spot you were pointing to in front of your desk. You slowly walked back round and sat down. Fuck, I've never wanted you more than when we roleplayed. But this was the first time we had ever ad-libbed without discussing what we would do first. So I had no idea what punishment or discipline I would be facing. It was truly exciting and terrifying at the same time, I was in heaven. The only problem was because we hadn't discussed our play session, I was nervous. When I get nervous I can't help but awkwardly smile. You knew why I was smiling but you didn't break character. 'Oh, you think this is funny? You think this is a joke'? You sounded more and more serious, and strict with each word. 'You have the audacity to message while you are in class saying you are bored and horny'. You paused for dramatic effect, before leaning forward resting your arms on your desk and asking, 'tell me, why do you go to school'? You were good, in that moment I genuinely felt like a naughty school girl. But I wasn’t prepared for questions, so despite the simple question, with an obvious answer, I stuttered 'I...um...well..to learn Sir'. You smirked slightly, 'really, you don't seem too sure? Were you learning while you were texting'? Fuck you were sounding more and more pissed by the second, and my underwear was saturated. 'No Sir', is all I replied. 'What time did your final class finish today'? You say sitting back in your chair, staring at me, with a very unamused expression. For a second your question threw me and I replied '5pm Sir'. '5pm, you say?, and yet you didn't knock on my door until nearly 6.30pm'. Shit! Roleplay or not, this was one of your rules, you gave me an order to come to your home as soon as my class finished, and now we both know I didn't. 'Sir, I'm sorry, after class I was just catching up with my friends, we were...'. You hold your hand up to signal me to stop talking. You then pointed to a small chair in one corner of your office. 'Naughty girls are sent to stand in the corner to think about their behaviour. Very naughty girls bend over'. You ordered me to approach it, bend down resting my palms on the side rests, and lean forward. I did as you directed, my position making me bend at the waist, my bottom stuck out, just as you had intended it to. You got up from your chair, walked to me, lifted my skirt and pulled down my underwear, took it off and slipped it into your trouser pocket. Then you returned to your seat. My bare bottom was on display, it felt humiliating, being left in that position. Humiliation was definitely something I enjoyed, needless to say despite my very real predicament, I knew how wet I was becoming. Until now you had seldom used humiliation when we had played. Well the corner time definitely worked, I daren't look around, I couldn't tell if you were still working, or if you were shuffling papers as part of the effect of the roleplay, my mind ran over what might be coming next, probably pain before I was offered the sweet release of pleasure, at least I hoped I would be feeling pain, but I genuinely had no idea, and that was more exciting to me than I could describe.
Eventually you got up, collected something I couldn't see from your desk draw and approached me. You rubbed a wooden flat stick over me. Hmm, this was new. Still, a delightful shiver ran through me, I knew what it was. I had seen a thick wooden ruler amongst your toys on a few occasions. With its rounded edges, dense wood and intricate words- Sorry Sir J carved in beautiful italic writing into it, it was one of a few impact implements you had specifically made for you. Well, I wanted a good spanking, though I would have personally chosen your paddle.
Your strokes were strong, intentional, and hard. Across each of my buttocks, across the backs of my upper legs. My legs shifted, my knees sagged after some of the strikes. I cried loud each time, gripped the chair. I received a respectable 15 strikes, and dam was my bottom sore, you could clearly see the outline of ruler in several places on my backside, that I could only imagine was already bright red. Still, a good spanking for a naughty girl, hmm I remembered thinking, I should be naughty more often, along side definitely adding ruler to the list of impact toys I kinda liked.
Then you returned to your desk and sat down. You typed something onto your keyboard, I heard a pen click and a book shut. Then you stopped, you retrieved something else from you desk area, and one swish made my heart skip a beat, it was your cane. I remembered thinking why would I be getting the cane? You had never used the cane on me. In a roleplay like this, once a spanking had occurred you generally fucked me. Why wasn't it over? 'So you think it's acceptable to text while you are in class, When you are supposed to be paying attention'? You said your tone somehow even more serious. No this wasn't part of the plan, you should be fucking me, dam I was aching to feel your cock. 'I...I...No Sir', I stammered as a realised the ruler was simply there to warm me up. 'You work a stupid amount of hours to pay for your classes, you work all day, study all night. I do worry it is too much, but then I get text messages that suggests you really don't take your classes seriously'. 'I do, I'm sorry Sir', I said genuinely meaning it. This might be discipline during a roleplay, but it is also punishment for getting distracted during class. 'Do you know, how many words were in your first message to me'? 'Um, no Sir', I said starting to regret my decision to tease you into punishing me, I could have just sent you a text asking if you were free for a play session. '28'! You say breaking me from my thoughts. Oh god, I can't, I can't be cained 28 times! Fuck, this was supposed to be a bit of fun. 'Count, thank me after each stroke, and as long as you don't keep me waiting I will halve the number you will receive, you naughty school girl'. I had only ever been caned a handful of times, it was on my soft limit list, but we had talked several times about introducing it, we even discussed a roleplay session not too dissimilar to this. When we were getting to know each other you were impressed with my soft and hard limits, nothing frustrated you more than a submissive telling you they had no limits. Though given your cane is one of your favourite impact toys, you were slightly disappointed to see it there, this was a somewhat fun way to bring it finally into play. You did tell me I had my safe word to stop you. With that, you proceeded to cane me for texting during class, this was a medium strength caning, it wasn't enjoyable, but I knew it could have been worse. I gripped the chair for support, each swish and crack of the cane felt like a fire cracker exploding against my skin. Each time my knees buckled, but the terrifying thought of 28 ensured I did as I was told, counted and thanked you all the way up to 14. At the end of my caning you stood back admiring me. You could almost see each individual stroke, its own tally on my red behind.
Oh how I wanted you to fuck me, something I naturally assumed was coming next. You gave me an order to return to your desk and I did so quickly, eager to fuck your cock. 'Well little girl, now you know what happens when you're naughty at school. I thoroughly enjoyed teaching you a lesson, so by all means, act up at school again, you know what will happen'. You gestured me to leave your office, and I did, thoroughly scolded, and more horny than I had felt in a long time.