windar
Teller of Tales
Something a bit different
: Alice321 is a new member here. She read a few of my stories and asked me to write one based on an interest of hers.
By way of background, not that long ago, masturbation, for both genders, was considered not only a sin by various religions but as a very serious health problem by the medical community. Various "cures" were used, including corn flakes (yes, corn flakes), which were invented by Dr. John Kellogg, a Seventh Day Adventist, who proposed that a diet of them would reduce the urge to masturbate (he might have been right about that
). This story describes Alice's experience with a more rigorous cure for that habit....
The story has 3 parts, here is the first
It was July, and the night was hot, with barely a breath of wind. As we all know, heat rises, and Alice's bedroom was a converted attic space at the top of the house, so it was stifling up there. Alice lay tossing and turning, unable to sleep, listening to her parents down below, brushing their teeth, saying their prayers, the rustling of the sheets as they got into bed. She hoped desperately that they would go straight to sleep, because she ached with desire that needed to be satisfied, but dared not do anything about it until she was sure they were no longer awake, because Alice's mother was very good at sneaking up the stairs and surprising her at the most awkward moments.
The first time was a couple of months ago. Alice had felt desire welling up inside her, demanding to be satisfied. It had been a cool spring night back then, so she had kept her nightgown on as her hand crept slowly under the hem and up her leg, her fingers parting her labia.
Soon, one finger, then a second found their way inside her. It felt so good to feel filled up, the muscles squeezing down on the penetrating digits. Her thumb, which trailed behind her fingers, brushed ever so gently against her clitoris. An electric shock went through Alice’s body. She gasped at the overwhelming sensation, her knees shaking.
Seeking more pleasure, Alice placed her thumb back against her engorged clitoris. Suddenly, she heard footsteps on the stairs and saw her mother’s head appear in the opening to the attic space. Reluctantly. Alice pulled her hand away from her genitals and out from under her nightgown.
“You filthy girl! I saw what you were doing!” her mother cried as she reached the top of the stairs and charged towards Alice’s bed. “Masturbating is a sin that you will burn in hell for; do you want that?”
Alice shook her head, though she wasn’t completely sure that the pleasure was not worth suffering eternal damnation.
“I should tell your father about this, but I am so ashamed of you. He would whip you for sure. Would you like that?”
Alice shrunk back; she had been whipped a few times by her father for various transgressions, only a few lashes, and she suspected this would earn her many more based on how mad her mother was. “No, mother, please don’t tell him.”
“I won’t this time,” her mother responded. “But I am going to talk to Pastor Johnson and have him explain to you what a terrible sin this is. And if I ever catch you again, I will have no choice but to tell your father.”
Alice was very upset by having been interrupted before she had reached her orgasm and also by the confrontation with her mother. She was strongly tempted to complete her self-pleasuring, but decided against it. It took her a while to fall asleep.
The next afternoon her mother took her to see Pastor Johnson, the Minister at their church. Alice’s family was very religious and they looked to the Church for guidance on every aspect of their lives. That was why Alice still lived with her parents despite having been an adult for a few years and, like her mother and sister, didn’t work outside the home. It was a restricted life, but it was all Alice knew and she would stay there until she was married off to a member of their Church.
Pastor Johnson was a sour-looking man around her parent’s age, with slick-backed hair and beady eyes. He tried to hide it, but Alice felt he was enjoying talking with her about masturbation. “Alice, you know that the Bible says-it’s a sin to stimulate yourself. You don’t want to burn in the eternal fires of Hell, do you?” he asked.
Alice shook her head. “No Pastor Johnson,” she said, though the thought of flames licking her body and especially those secret places caused her to feel a tingling in her groin.
“God wants us to save that part of our lives for marriage. If you keep doing that, no man will want you, because he will be afraid that he won’t satisfy you like your own hand does. I hope you understand and won’t do that again,” he continued.
“I do understand, and I won’t do that anymore,” Alice replied. She hoped she sounded convincing to the minister, because she didn’t quite believe it herself.
“Good,” the minister said. “I’m glad we got to have this little talk.” He winked at Alice and when she stood to leave, he hugged her for quite a long time.
Alice really did try to keep to what she had promised and succeeded up until about a week ago. It had been a warm night, perhaps not as quite as hot as tonight, but still very warm. Alice lay in bed sweating; her nightgown was soaked through in spots and stuck to her skin. Finally, it became too uncomfortable and she pulled it over her head. She was going to put on a new nightgown, made of thinner material, but the air felt very good against her naked skin.
She got out of bed and tiptoed softly to stand in front of the full-length mirror on the door of the closet. Alice admired her figure-her firm breasts, her flat belly, her strong thighs framing the triangle of hair and the slit below it, capped at the top by the clitoris, the small bud of most sensitive flesh that felt so good when she had touched it.
The sight of her nakedness made her excited. ‘Would God have given me a body with the capacity to feel pleasure only to forbid me to enjoy it?’ she wondered. That didn’t make much sense.
Alice lay back down on her bed, her whole body tingling with excitement. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the flesh resisting, yet yielding. She stroked her thighs, letting her hands move up slowly towards her vagina. She traced a finger along each of the labia, up and down, slowly, not daring to touch her clitoris yet.
Finally, Alice could wait no longer. Carefully, she spread some of the copious secretions that were seeping from inside her onto her two middle fingers and then began slowly circling the two well-lubricated digits around her swollen clitoris, reveling in the divine sensations that ran down her legs and up her spine.
She continued circling her clit, the tension in her legs mounting, her breathing now coming in fevered gasps, her eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations. She could sense a great explosion building up inside of her about to break loose.
Alice was so lost in her world of pleasure that she didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs. She did, however, hear her mother shouting, “Alice, you stop that this instant!” Alice knew she should stop, but the pressure inside her was too strong. She circled her fingers around her clitoris one more time and felt the most incredible rush of ecstasy flowing all through her body. She moaned and her legs shook and she almost blacked out.
Her mother stood over Alice watching the shameless orgasm shoot through her daughter’s body. “You disgust me!” her mother spat. “Just wait until I tell your father about this.”
And true to her word, Alice’s mother did tell her father. The next evening, after the family had eaten dinner and the dishes had been cleared, he had Alice bend over the dining table in front of her mother, her brother and her sister. “Masturbation is a terrible sin and a disgusting habit that I will not tolerate in this house,” he intoned, as he lifted Alice’s skirt and lowered her underpants to her knees.
Then, he took the whippy cane that he kept next to his desk, raised it high in the air and slashed it down with all of his weight across Alice’s bottom. She gasped in shock at the pain. A nasty looking wheal rose on her skin. He waited perhaps fifteen seconds, then slashed a second stroke just below the first. By the third stroke, Alice was bawling, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing through the pain, her hand gripping the table for dear life, for she knew that trying to get up would only earn her more lashes.
By the sixth stroke she was howling in agony, her legs shaking just as they had when she had orgasmed.
Her father delivered a full dozen, leaving Alice limp on the table, her buttocks striped with wheals that were turning various shades of black and blue. “Let this be a lesson to you all,” he told Alice’s brother and sister, before dismissing them.
Now, it was another hot night and Alice’s nightgown was damp with sweat as it had been on that other night. ‘I don’t see any harm in taking it off. But I won’t masturbate’ she thought, because she could see the light filtering through the joints in the floorboards from her parent’s bedroom right below. ‘Mother must be reading in bed again, listening for any sounds from up here, hoping to catch me."
Alice lay there feeling the cool air on her skin. She thought back on her punishment. Even though it had hurt dreadfully, she found thinking about it exciting. She had paid for her pleasure with pain and that seemed somehow just. She ran her hands over her ass cheeks and felt the ridges from the cane that were still there even now. It hurt when she touched them-not a lot anymore, but enough that she felt the juices flowing in her vagina.
‘Do I dare risk it?’ Alice thought. The light was still on, but surely her mother must have fallen asleep by now. She began stroking herself, as she had before, sticking a few fingers inside and then gently stroking her clitoris. She tried to suppress it, but the stimulation felt so good, she couldn’t keep from moaning.
Alice sensed that the orgasm was approaching. She sped up her motions, eager to finish while her mother slept. But, before she could reach the climax she so desperately needed, she heard the steps on the stairs.
Alice had to exercise all of her will power to pull her hand away without satisfying her aching desire. No matter, it was too late!
“That’s it Alice!” he mother yelled. “I’ve had it with you. Tomorrow we go see Dr. Sterling. He will take care of this problem permanently.” Alice had never been to see Dr. Sterling, but she knew him from their church. He was a large, nasty looking man, who was always ogling the women in the congregation. She wondered what his “cure” for her masturbation would be.
“In the meantime,” Alice’s mother continued. “We’ll stop this nonsense for tonight.” She went into Alice’s dresser and found some handkerchiefs. She took hold of one of Alice’s hands and stretched her arm over her head and tied her wrist to one of the bedposts. Then she did the same with the other wrist and Alice’s ankles.
“Now let’s see you masturbate, you filthy girl,” her mother said, looking very satisfied with herself, before she turned and descended the stairs. Alice lay there, frustrated. Her vagina was tingling, aching to be touched, but her mother had tied strong knots. Eventually, towards morning, Alice fell asleep.
: Alice321 is a new member here. She read a few of my stories and asked me to write one based on an interest of hers.By way of background, not that long ago, masturbation, for both genders, was considered not only a sin by various religions but as a very serious health problem by the medical community. Various "cures" were used, including corn flakes (yes, corn flakes), which were invented by Dr. John Kellogg, a Seventh Day Adventist, who proposed that a diet of them would reduce the urge to masturbate (he might have been right about that
). This story describes Alice's experience with a more rigorous cure for that habit....The story has 3 parts, here is the first
It was July, and the night was hot, with barely a breath of wind. As we all know, heat rises, and Alice's bedroom was a converted attic space at the top of the house, so it was stifling up there. Alice lay tossing and turning, unable to sleep, listening to her parents down below, brushing their teeth, saying their prayers, the rustling of the sheets as they got into bed. She hoped desperately that they would go straight to sleep, because she ached with desire that needed to be satisfied, but dared not do anything about it until she was sure they were no longer awake, because Alice's mother was very good at sneaking up the stairs and surprising her at the most awkward moments.
The first time was a couple of months ago. Alice had felt desire welling up inside her, demanding to be satisfied. It had been a cool spring night back then, so she had kept her nightgown on as her hand crept slowly under the hem and up her leg, her fingers parting her labia.
Soon, one finger, then a second found their way inside her. It felt so good to feel filled up, the muscles squeezing down on the penetrating digits. Her thumb, which trailed behind her fingers, brushed ever so gently against her clitoris. An electric shock went through Alice’s body. She gasped at the overwhelming sensation, her knees shaking.
Seeking more pleasure, Alice placed her thumb back against her engorged clitoris. Suddenly, she heard footsteps on the stairs and saw her mother’s head appear in the opening to the attic space. Reluctantly. Alice pulled her hand away from her genitals and out from under her nightgown.
“You filthy girl! I saw what you were doing!” her mother cried as she reached the top of the stairs and charged towards Alice’s bed. “Masturbating is a sin that you will burn in hell for; do you want that?”
Alice shook her head, though she wasn’t completely sure that the pleasure was not worth suffering eternal damnation.
“I should tell your father about this, but I am so ashamed of you. He would whip you for sure. Would you like that?”
Alice shrunk back; she had been whipped a few times by her father for various transgressions, only a few lashes, and she suspected this would earn her many more based on how mad her mother was. “No, mother, please don’t tell him.”
“I won’t this time,” her mother responded. “But I am going to talk to Pastor Johnson and have him explain to you what a terrible sin this is. And if I ever catch you again, I will have no choice but to tell your father.”
Alice was very upset by having been interrupted before she had reached her orgasm and also by the confrontation with her mother. She was strongly tempted to complete her self-pleasuring, but decided against it. It took her a while to fall asleep.
The next afternoon her mother took her to see Pastor Johnson, the Minister at their church. Alice’s family was very religious and they looked to the Church for guidance on every aspect of their lives. That was why Alice still lived with her parents despite having been an adult for a few years and, like her mother and sister, didn’t work outside the home. It was a restricted life, but it was all Alice knew and she would stay there until she was married off to a member of their Church.
Pastor Johnson was a sour-looking man around her parent’s age, with slick-backed hair and beady eyes. He tried to hide it, but Alice felt he was enjoying talking with her about masturbation. “Alice, you know that the Bible says-it’s a sin to stimulate yourself. You don’t want to burn in the eternal fires of Hell, do you?” he asked.
Alice shook her head. “No Pastor Johnson,” she said, though the thought of flames licking her body and especially those secret places caused her to feel a tingling in her groin.
“God wants us to save that part of our lives for marriage. If you keep doing that, no man will want you, because he will be afraid that he won’t satisfy you like your own hand does. I hope you understand and won’t do that again,” he continued.
“I do understand, and I won’t do that anymore,” Alice replied. She hoped she sounded convincing to the minister, because she didn’t quite believe it herself.
“Good,” the minister said. “I’m glad we got to have this little talk.” He winked at Alice and when she stood to leave, he hugged her for quite a long time.
Alice really did try to keep to what she had promised and succeeded up until about a week ago. It had been a warm night, perhaps not as quite as hot as tonight, but still very warm. Alice lay in bed sweating; her nightgown was soaked through in spots and stuck to her skin. Finally, it became too uncomfortable and she pulled it over her head. She was going to put on a new nightgown, made of thinner material, but the air felt very good against her naked skin.
She got out of bed and tiptoed softly to stand in front of the full-length mirror on the door of the closet. Alice admired her figure-her firm breasts, her flat belly, her strong thighs framing the triangle of hair and the slit below it, capped at the top by the clitoris, the small bud of most sensitive flesh that felt so good when she had touched it.
The sight of her nakedness made her excited. ‘Would God have given me a body with the capacity to feel pleasure only to forbid me to enjoy it?’ she wondered. That didn’t make much sense.
Alice lay back down on her bed, her whole body tingling with excitement. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the flesh resisting, yet yielding. She stroked her thighs, letting her hands move up slowly towards her vagina. She traced a finger along each of the labia, up and down, slowly, not daring to touch her clitoris yet.
Finally, Alice could wait no longer. Carefully, she spread some of the copious secretions that were seeping from inside her onto her two middle fingers and then began slowly circling the two well-lubricated digits around her swollen clitoris, reveling in the divine sensations that ran down her legs and up her spine.
She continued circling her clit, the tension in her legs mounting, her breathing now coming in fevered gasps, her eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations. She could sense a great explosion building up inside of her about to break loose.
Alice was so lost in her world of pleasure that she didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs. She did, however, hear her mother shouting, “Alice, you stop that this instant!” Alice knew she should stop, but the pressure inside her was too strong. She circled her fingers around her clitoris one more time and felt the most incredible rush of ecstasy flowing all through her body. She moaned and her legs shook and she almost blacked out.
Her mother stood over Alice watching the shameless orgasm shoot through her daughter’s body. “You disgust me!” her mother spat. “Just wait until I tell your father about this.”
And true to her word, Alice’s mother did tell her father. The next evening, after the family had eaten dinner and the dishes had been cleared, he had Alice bend over the dining table in front of her mother, her brother and her sister. “Masturbation is a terrible sin and a disgusting habit that I will not tolerate in this house,” he intoned, as he lifted Alice’s skirt and lowered her underpants to her knees.
Then, he took the whippy cane that he kept next to his desk, raised it high in the air and slashed it down with all of his weight across Alice’s bottom. She gasped in shock at the pain. A nasty looking wheal rose on her skin. He waited perhaps fifteen seconds, then slashed a second stroke just below the first. By the third stroke, Alice was bawling, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing through the pain, her hand gripping the table for dear life, for she knew that trying to get up would only earn her more lashes.
By the sixth stroke she was howling in agony, her legs shaking just as they had when she had orgasmed.
Her father delivered a full dozen, leaving Alice limp on the table, her buttocks striped with wheals that were turning various shades of black and blue. “Let this be a lesson to you all,” he told Alice’s brother and sister, before dismissing them.
Now, it was another hot night and Alice’s nightgown was damp with sweat as it had been on that other night. ‘I don’t see any harm in taking it off. But I won’t masturbate’ she thought, because she could see the light filtering through the joints in the floorboards from her parent’s bedroom right below. ‘Mother must be reading in bed again, listening for any sounds from up here, hoping to catch me."
Alice lay there feeling the cool air on her skin. She thought back on her punishment. Even though it had hurt dreadfully, she found thinking about it exciting. She had paid for her pleasure with pain and that seemed somehow just. She ran her hands over her ass cheeks and felt the ridges from the cane that were still there even now. It hurt when she touched them-not a lot anymore, but enough that she felt the juices flowing in her vagina.
‘Do I dare risk it?’ Alice thought. The light was still on, but surely her mother must have fallen asleep by now. She began stroking herself, as she had before, sticking a few fingers inside and then gently stroking her clitoris. She tried to suppress it, but the stimulation felt so good, she couldn’t keep from moaning.
Alice sensed that the orgasm was approaching. She sped up her motions, eager to finish while her mother slept. But, before she could reach the climax she so desperately needed, she heard the steps on the stairs.
Alice had to exercise all of her will power to pull her hand away without satisfying her aching desire. No matter, it was too late!
“That’s it Alice!” he mother yelled. “I’ve had it with you. Tomorrow we go see Dr. Sterling. He will take care of this problem permanently.” Alice had never been to see Dr. Sterling, but she knew him from their church. He was a large, nasty looking man, who was always ogling the women in the congregation. She wondered what his “cure” for her masturbation would be.
“In the meantime,” Alice’s mother continued. “We’ll stop this nonsense for tonight.” She went into Alice’s dresser and found some handkerchiefs. She took hold of one of Alice’s hands and stretched her arm over her head and tied her wrist to one of the bedposts. Then she did the same with the other wrist and Alice’s ankles.
“Now let’s see you masturbate, you filthy girl,” her mother said, looking very satisfied with herself, before she turned and descended the stairs. Alice lay there, frustrated. Her vagina was tingling, aching to be touched, but her mother had tied strong knots. Eventually, towards morning, Alice fell asleep.
