An student's dream

Dominants rarely organize mutually convenient sessions in the morning. For me, these visits only happen during the day and it made sense to organize them in the morning, especially considering the subject.
I called at the appointed time to a neat but discreet address in the center of Trier. When I got to the top of the stairs, a beautiful blonde was waiting for me at the entrance to her beautiful home. The welcome was very friendly and we chatted a lot before the actual session. On this day, Lady Patricia chose a black leather suit, a leather top and a long black leather skirt, beautifully highlighting her beautiful and feminine body and long shiny blonde hair. During our conversation, I slowly broached my topic and he put it into action through a role-play with real awesomeness.
When the game started, I was sitting empty in the room, and he came in and laughed like a psycho.
"How many meetings are there today?"
I happened to say the third. So the thread continued. He told me why he insisted I be naked now. I couldn't find an answer, so he sat me down on a chair and spread my legs. Then she came closer to me, lifted my skirt and rubbed her warm socks against my legs. Just then he leaned over and told me that he secretly caught me following him to the bathroom during our last session. I watched through the keyhole as she removed her panties and stockings from under her skirt. God, Patricia really made me go.
I slipped almost automatically into the role of the nervous but lustful and greedy patient, and in response to his intelligent questions I gradually confessed my own infidelity. Finally, he whispered softly in my ear.
"You must understand that you must be punished for this, yes you idiot!"
At one point he reached between my legs and my son and his sensual touch gave me a strong erection. Now that is clear to me. Of course, a psychologist had to respond to my lewd behavior. Psychotherapy was no longer paid for by health insurance companies; now everything had shifted to individual patient care. In this way, he guided me into the depths of my unsettled and sexually awakened soul.


Now I'm back across the bridge of *punishment* and *bastard* to elementary school. At that moment, my favorite elementary school teacher, Mr. Grünstedt, came to mind. I wore leather shorts and suspenders like most boys at school at the time. They are caned for even the slightest disruption in class, which means a mixture of longing for love and despair.
Mrs. Patricia has adapted very well to the role of a primary school teacher and, in practice, has: I dreamed of being punished, or rather, my bare ass. Now she was my teacher, Mrs. Patricia, Mrs. Grünstedt. My heart was in my throat when he entered the room with the instruments of punishment. I had to lie on the other side of the penalty area. First the blonde woman stood right next to my head and said that now she was going to spank my ass like a naughty child. Yes, I wanted that. I held her hand, which looked so fragile, and kissed it. Then it started. Since I started with just light strokes, I thought it would be easy to increase the level of punishment. Then I was surprised to see how hard the experienced woman was hitting. My cheeks were extremely red because the woman's delicate hands had drawn so much lusciousness into the flesh of the chair offered to me. He then immediately used leather oars, one of which was padded to break violently with each stroke. The thoughtful use of this percussion instrument brought joy to all of us, lifting our spirits. As a result, Gruanstette *has also rushed to the criminal turnover. Therefore, I learned not only two trees and plastic modifiers, but also the strengthening of thin and harsh drivers and injured clothes. I really felt like a little boy who got a lot of punishment from his cute blonde teacher. And few rulers can actually relate to such RPGs. Moreover, despite his desire to beat me, he made sure that I showed no signs of returning home.


In the next session we would like to explore this further. Because Miss Patricia knows that I too dream of being a schoolgirl in panties, stockings and a school uniform. How did the session end? This will remain a secret between myself and Mrs. Patricia. Anyway, my school dream came true with the beautiful, sensual and fierce Miss Patricia.