Excitement in a New Way

And just like that, I could feel the way everything changed and even the air around me felt, full of energy, of static, it was invigorating; what wasn’t was the way in which I could feel the cold around me. My city wasn’t exactly Minnesota, but one could feel the cold almost all around the year, but it was sudden and made certain parts of my new anatomy wake up in ways I wasn’t ready for.

Opening my eyes I could see why I was feeling colder right now, which was weird and at the same time appropriate in a way I couldn’t fathom. Instead of my rather unflattering jeans and long sleeved grey shirt with the school logo in it, my whole attire had been exchanged for something that couldn’t look out of place in a fetish film.

I had short gloves, not the overly long ones that reached the elbows and looked so completely silly due to being so rubbery looking, I also had an awesome top with a metal ring right over my chest doing some sort of cleavage window and a jacket on top, followed by what I could imagine was a mini skirt and the boot that a second ago I had in my hand was now encasing my feet alongside its twin.

The stiletto boots weren’t even uncomfortable as I heard my mother complain about, and the best part of it all? There was no rubber, no latex, just pure freaking leather, everything was leather and it looked awesome and I cannot believe how amazing it looks and this is so freaking amazing and I’m just rambling and in shock OHMYGOD.

I was obviously freaking out, but just a deep breath and my brain was working once more, opening my eyes after letting the air leave my lungs I could see that Ginny was looking at me with worried eyes. I guess my mental shock was bad enough to make her stop and drop the naughty schoolgirl act. I guess it was bad enough that maybe she wanted to take care of me and let the sexy time behind us… like hell! Not with how my nipples were rubbing against the top or how the whole outfit was so snug and weird in such awesome way.

Maybe it was… empowering? Because right now I didn’t care what had happened or who could hear it, I only had eyes for Ginny and there was something, right on my stomach, something burning and I could swear I was turned on, but it wasn’t like when I was a guy, you know, the stiffy and all that; this was a heat, slowly travelling through my body, an all-encompassing heat was just made several new muscles clench and relax. Was this how a woman felt when horny? Or at least when they are sexually stimulated.

Something must have been clear on my face because the worried looks Ginny was throwing my way disappeared and instead, her eyes changed, her body signals did too; instead of being ready to leave the bed and maybe help me calm down, she was now visibly relaxing, lounging back as her eyes were starting to dilate; there was some hunger behind her eyes that I was sure was present in my eyes too. Let’s get this show on the road.

I just had to move, I had to act, do something or I was going to burn, turn to ashes with the way my body was feeling; I had to touch her, I had to be with her. I don’t know when I moved, but the next second I was on the bed, my body on top of hers, Ginny still on her knees and hands, with my body flush against her. I could smell something sweet, something intoxicating in Ginny’s neck and I was pulling her head back by the hair just so I could indulge myself on that amazing aroma.

The sound she made when I pulled her hair was just so freaking cute! I wanted to hear it again and again! She was just so perfect and I wanted to touch her, to smell her, to taste her, but no, I had to do what I wanted to do since I saw her back at the hospital, maybe not across my knees, but still, she had been a naughty girl, and naughty girls had to be taught discipline.

I could feel it in my right hand, a weight that for some reason seemed almost comfortable to hold and I had to smirk at what it was; indeed, my beautiful little girl granted my wish because this was one excellent instrument for this night. The first thing that came to my mind when i saw it was a cricket paddle, a long wooden flat instrument, but it was so much more; it wasn’t thin, in fact I could feel the weight on my hands, after all, I wished for an unbreakkable paddle, the weight was substantial enough that I was sure I wouldn’t have been able to use it effectively before, but now, with this body, with this new strength in my arms, my legs, my whole body, oh, this was going to be a treat.

“Oh, my sweet little girl, I thought you would have preferred a padded one first,” I whispered in her ear as I pulled once more on her hair, once more receiving that little yelp, of surprise, pain and enjoyment that I knew I will grow addicted to hear in no time.

“I didn’t want to make things easier… for either of us,” she answered back, with a voice that just made things tingle even more somewhere between my legs. She sounded breathless, as revved up as I was right now. She wanted this as much I did at the moment, who was I to make such a beautiful girl wait for it?