Civil Obedience: An Anticipation Guide

In the education world, there a multiple steps to a lesson plan. To start off, the teacher must list out their objectives: what they intend for their pupil to learn, how they intend to teach the material, and, finally, how they will measure the effectiveness of the lesson. Next, they list out their required materials - rulers, or tape, or rubber bands, or perhaps video equipment. Finally, the teacher then outlines, step by step, their lesson. Almost always, teachers start out with what is known as an anticipation guide, or an anticipatory activity. This can range from a class discussion on themes and topics to be covered, to videos and pictures, to questionnaires, to hands on activities. Then there is the lesson itself, and ultimately, some form of evaluation.

It seems that the lesson plans used in a school setting are not too different from the plans used when introducing someone, a submissive someone, into the world of BDSM. Don't yell at me, ladies and gentlemen. I sure as hell wasn't around when the modern school system was formed. I rarely even write lesson plans. I'm willing to bet, though, that the founding fathers of education had a bit of kink behind the bedroom door.

My teacher, my partner in crime for this sexual exploration, T, is going to give me a lesson tomorrow afternoon in BDSM. I'm sure he has done some studying on the subject to prepare, and planned out his lesson with extreme care. Last night, he ordered me to address him as "Sir," and gave me a taste of online role playing - telling me what it means to be a good girl, giving me ideas of ways he intended to use me, hinted at things he planned to teach me. To help plant this new concept in my mind, he sent me links of photos, gauging my reaction to each: "how would you like me stretch you like that?" Unfortunately, he wasn't here to feel for himself my true reaction, but after some reminders, I responded, "if it pleases you to do so, sir." He gave me a list of school supplies needed for tomorrow's lesson, which included lube and non-latex gloves. The possibilities suggested by these items made my breath catch in my throat. My teacher also gave me a required uniform: a skirt. Before the first lesson, I had even managed to earn my first punishment, for chatting with O on IM without Sir's permission. The temptation, however, was too great, and O knew he was causing me to earn a punishment (perhaps he'd like a photo of my red ass to reward him for his efforts?).

I've already had my first homework assignment. My task? To strip down, keep my face pressed in the pillow, and to thrust my ass in the air, spreading my cheeks with my hands. Sir instructed me to stroke myself, my wet pussy (which, by this time was quivering wet) and my asshole (a tight rosette, even as I tried to relax). He was very clear, however, that I was not to penetrate myself. That, in itself, was torture, as penetration is pretty much the only way I can get off, and is something that I enjoy immensely, even if I don't cum. I was also told to blog about my experience. As you can see, I am trying to be a good student. Actually, the stubborn little monster inside me wanted to defy him, to test his limits, to not blog. But a delicious fear is keeping me in line, at least somewhat.

As I knelt, ass-end up, all I could think about was what it would feel like when he punishes me tomorrow. Will he use his hand? A flogger? The back of the hairbrush on my vanity? Will it feel good more than hurt, or hurt more than feel good? Will any of the blows fall on my pussy, on my taint? Despite the trepidation (or perhaps because of this fear) I find myself trembling even now as I type - and by no means in a bad way. As my fingertips danced over my anus (icy fingertips, the real reason why I caved and turned on my heater), I found it hard to believe that it would stretch to accept a plug (and wondering on his plans for the gloves). As I traced the lips of my pussy (trying to avoid my clit, why tease, if I can't fill that void?), I remembered his fingers in me, spreading me, last Friday.

Sir told me to expect him around six tomorrow evening. I have always been a good student, very diligent in my studies and eager to learn. My grades have always been above average, and in the final years at university, pride prevented me from accepting less than A's. And as a result, I have gotten very cocky. My next post should be very entertaining, given these circumstances.