Black Stiletto Diaries

“January 2, 2005”

“Dear Diary,

I don’t know how came to this. I don’t know how my feelings for this man came to pass but I think of him all the time, and I feel guilty but it’s only a fantasy right? I’ve always wanted to experiment with other types of sexual experiences and since my thoughts of this man makes me feel guilty, I feel I want to be taught a lesson. I mean I feel I deserve it.

Dressed in a short plaid skirt that shows my cute little ass, stockings, stiletto heels and a bra, with my hair in cute pigtails, something he can pull on if I’m getting a bit too grown for my britches. Beside me is a ruler, long and wide, and handcuffs. I sit at my desk after school because I was too rowdy during the lesson and got too smart with teacher.

He comes dressed still in his suit, his tie perfectly placed as his hair, not a piece outta place. He stands in front of his desk with his ankles crossed over each other and arms folded. He just stares at me with fire in his eyes and waits for me to apologize for disrupting his class yet again, but I’m button lipped. He raises his eyebrow and tells me to come forward and I do, standing right in front of him. He asks me do I feel I need more discipline, and say no with an attitude and roll my eyes. He says ok and he writes something down on a pad with his back turned to me. I look at his ass hungrily and want to touch it so bad.

I do it and he slowly turns around and looks at me with disapproval. I said what are you gonna do about it huh? You can’t tell anyone who would believe you? He nods his head telling me I was right and tells me he’ll set up and appointment with the school’s counselor and now I’m frustrated. He extends his hand letting me know it’s alright for me to leave. Huffing I turn around and say fuck you, surprised by my outburst I begin to leave when I feel a very hard smack against my ass. The skirt to high to protect my skin flies up higher on my back from the wind the hit made. I scream in pain as I lean over my desk in shock.

I feel my pigtails being pulled roughly tugging my head back enough to see teacher’s face. I’m going to teach you a serious lesson he tells me. He’s calm not flustered and that got my panties wet already. He pulls me to my feet only to twirl my body against his desk. On my back he rips open my blouse revealing my breasts already flushed and nipples hard urging to be sucked. He pushes me down on my back taking the bouncy flesh in his mouth, biting and sucking lapping like a dog on his bone.

My body squirms and I beg him to fuck me over and over. I feel his hands at the crotch of my panties, he rubs my lips making me about to cum but he stops and I protest. He looks at me again with disapproval and rips my panties off and flips me on my stomach. I hear the click of what seems to be handcuffs and I whimper at the tight pinch of them clasping onto my wrists. I try to see what’s he doing but my head is quickly put back down on the desk and I’m told not to move or I’ll add to my punishment.

More clicking I feel the cold steel of more cuffs this time attached to my ankles and I’m getting a little nervous. I can’t move although I could always use my powers but something compels me not to. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing and I begin to get more nervous until I feel his hands rubbing the globe of my ass specifically where the ruler hit. I flinched the sting still burning. He tells me ‘don’t move’ and I try my best.

He tells me how nice my ass looks and how good it feels in his hands and he gives me a hard smack with the palm of his hand. I yell out in pain and I receive another and another in the same spot. Not obeying I still make noise letting him know it hurts. ‘I see you’re still not learning your lesson. You’ll receive a lash for every noise you’ve made, for every word you’ve said since I came in, better yet, he leans down and looks in my eyes, how about three lashes for every syllable you’ve said since I came in and I’ll have something special for that ‘fuck you’ also.’

Scared and horny I try to figure what I said and my mind begins reeling as I hear him go behind me and pull my shirt over my head showing my back. He unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt pulling it and the shirt off of me stretching my shoulders farther than I preferred. Naked and vulnerable I wait for the first hit. ‘Let’s see, he says, you , his, voice goes low counting, ah yes that will be 63 lashes with the ruler.’ My body beings to squirm in protest as I feel the whack of the ruler across my ass. Biting my lip trying my screams from being heard I receive two, three…….ten…twelve in a row. I can hardly see, my tears burn my eyes as the stream down my face. I want to beg him to stop, but if I do I’ll get more added to the count. I hear him pull out his chair and he sits in front of me. His thumbs wipe away my tears and he pats me on the head consoling me. ‘You still have a lot to learn Missy.’ He kisses me on the lips so gently I almost forget about the pain my ass was bearing and quickly he returns to the disciplinarian.

Smack!!1 I try to count but my mind is lost in the pain. ‘Your ass is so red Missy.’ Smack, smack, smack!!!!! I can’t hold it in I cry in pain, the count can’t go fast enough. ‘Oh Missy you’re dripping wet. I take it you like it?’ I was wet, I was getting off on this, I couldn’t believe it.”

‘I can’t believe Jean wrote in this thing again and now she wants to be spanked and punished by a teacher, I wonder who it is?’ said Scott shaking his head.
‘Well we won’t know until ya finish it. You know she does attend my martial art class, Scotty boy,’ Logan said with a chuckle.
‘Fuck you Logan!’
‘It’s not you who wants me.’
‘Boys please, get back to the story Summers,’ said Bobby growing impatient.

“I felt something hot and smooth playing with my pussy. His tongue would play with my pussy, licking at the juices and hairless lips making me want to beg for more, but only pushing my ass could be my only gesture. It felt so fucking good I want to cum in his mouth. ‘Not yet Missy, pain before pleasure.’ I felt him stand again and he inserted two of his fingers inside me and I moan in delight as they begin to stretch against my throbbing walls, then another whack came down on my ass. The tingling of my ass and the pulse of my pussy, I scream no longer in control I begin to rock my ass against his hand only to receive several more hard smacks against my overly sore ass.

The hit and the way his fingers lightly played with my dripping pussy had my emotions all over the place. I begin to rock against his hand raising my ass only to receive several more smacks to my ass. My moaning grows louder as I feel myself about to come. I hear him say 63, my punishment finished my ass is sore and so red, touching it makes me wince but the fluttering of his fingers make me forget. I feel it coming, then he snatched his fingers away leaving me wanting, begging for them to invade me again.’

‘Man I can’t believe her…’
‘Scott shut up!!!’ said several of his teammates.
‘Fine! I can’t read anymore. Logan you finish it since you love it so fucking much!!’

The book was tossed across the room and Logan caught it with ease, found the page and continued.

“I raised my ass again inviting him, to hit it, rub it whatever he wanted I just needed his touch again. I jumped at the cold of the ruler rubbing against my moist lips. ‘Do you like that, the way the ruler rubs against your swollen pussy Missy?’ It trails to the crack of my ass gliding up only to be brought back down giving me a soft smack against my clit. I jump at the sensation, then again he gives it another smack, and again and again. Moaning for more the ruler finds its home stimulating my clit, catching my cum slicking the wood more splattering cum all over my swollen lips, my thighs. I yell ‘I can’t take it anymore!’ and teacher stops.

‘I see you still haven’t learned you’re lesson.’ I hear him moving not sure what he’s doing and I try to brace myself with the next hit and then I feel it. His hands push my cheeks apart while lifting my hips and he enters me slow and hard. He gives me only a few pumps of his huge cock then he coldly expel it from me. I grunt in annoyance at the department only to get a slap on my numb ass for being disobedient again. My ankles become unshackled and I’m forcefully turned around on my back. ‘Naughty little girl can’t obey the teacher.’ he says to me. My hands become uncuffed and I’m pushed out the door. ‘Next time do as you’re told and you’ll get rewarded.’ The door slams in my face and I’m left wanting a little more lessons from teacher.

Signed
Jean
Fantasy….

‘Oh my fucking G.. ho man I can’t believe it!!!’ yelled Bobby.
‘Man you just can’t catch a break can you dude?’ said Kurt hanging on the wall
‘Shut up guys!!

Scott went for the door and when he opened it he saw his loving brother and gave him a hard left hook to the nose and stepped over him flaying his arms in the air yelling obscenities. Alex go up and staggered into the office.

‘What’d I do?’
‘Apparently you’re a very good teacher at teachin’ lessons,’ Logan laughed
‘What?’
‘Take a look at this,’ Logan handed him the book.
‘Holy shit in a hand basket. Didn’t know she like me like that. See why Scott’s got his panties in a bunch.’
‘Now boys, stay calm this is only the girls’ fantasy. There’s no need to be so rowdy, said the Professor.
‘C’mon Chuck you’re just waitin’ fer ya turn, admit it,’ said Logan.

The group laughs and they hand the book to the next person ready for the next entry.


‘I guess I’ll give it a go since I starred in the last one,’ Alex said giving a wink.
‘Man you’re brother needs to lighten up. Don’t he know Jean’s been here the longest and is probably the most wanted chic here,’ said Warren stretching a wing.
‘He’ll be like that until the day he dies or until someone else besides Jean gives him a little.’

The book was open to the next entry and Alex sat by the fire giving the story a little mood.

“January 2, 2005”
“Dear Diary,
Since apart of the team I’ve several lustful feelings for many of the men here, but there is one that will always stand out. I’m in love with one but I want to fuck another. The one I’m in love with will always have my heart but, I just need the night of unbridled passion from the other. I see him everyday and I’ve always wanted him to just attack me, his intelligence and demeanor are such a turn on for me. Despite his disability, such a harsh word for a strong man; I just want to know what it would feel like to have my pussy a top his hard cock as he’s in control of the others. The way he uses all of his senses and abilities not letting anything get in his way. I have no respect for authority, and to have him make me obey is the object of my fantasy.

Back from a mission, I disappoint him, make him frown upon me. He pulls me away from the others, mad, yet kindly asks to see me. I relent then I feel the pull of my mind, and my body as I reluctantly go to him. A room, somewhere in the mansion, new, dark, unknown to the others. I feel upset that I’ve been manipulated, yet curious to see what will happen. I move forward only to be held in place on the floor, magnetized. I try to use my powers but they are gone, no longer in my control. Click, click, my hands are bound by chains raised above my head. I’m made vulnerable and open, what is this I think to myself. Still dark I cannot see what is in front or behind me. My heart quickens as a hand graces softly across my face.

It comes across my cheek, a finger traces my lips. I fight my tongue from touching it, tasting it between my lips, then I feel it, a hard slap across my face. The other hand, hard and swift. My head jerks to the side, stinging and burning, I feel on fire. Anger seeths through me, another slap. No words from me nor the person before me, only darkness. Was my behavior that wrong, that bad that I deserved this? Yes, it was, and I enjoyed every moment. Shaking, awaiting the next move, I hear something tracing along the floor, then a sharp stinging blow to my back. I feel my skin turn to fire as what seems is a whip lashing at me. It strikes again like a serpent’s bite. Ten…twelve…fifteen, unrelenting lashes to my back, thighs and ass. My screams, no one comes to my rescue, no one above, below hears me.

His voice alerts me, ‘Now you will pay for your intolerance to the X Men’s code. You never use your powers to hurt only to help.’ His voice is soothing, calm, understanding, as he is everyday, everyday since I came to him in need. My body is lowered to the floor, still shackled still under his control. On all fours like a dog, I’m demanded not to move. My body shakes as I try to control the ache of my backside. His hands rubs my wounds lovingly, as if admiring his work, they lead to my face. My chin guided up to look at his face, still dark and unknown I know finally the touch of his lips.
Soft, warm, inviting. Gently they touch, dance together in a melodic twirl. It stops, I’m pushed to the floor on my back, the cool surface aiding in my healing, it feels so good. Ripping and tearing, my uniform no more than threads of material draped across my body. I feel his hands spreading my still shaking legs apart. Obscenely wide for my tormentor, fingers glide roughly along my wet lips spreading them wide. A hot wet tongue enters my pussy playing, teasing me with it. Long deep strokes along my clit tensing my inner walls, feeling them pulse, ready for my orgasm. Lapping over and over, I feel it building, the chains restrain my hands from touching him, scratching at his body urging him for more.

I give a moaning scream as he enters me hard. His body covers mine. Hips thrusting roughly against me, inside me, driving his cock deeper, expelling my cum all over him, slipping out of me, frustrated grips my hips in place and pummels me again and again. I cry out in the delicious pain he gives me, grinding inside my cunt until and can no longer take it. I scream his name until my voice is dry, my breasts heave as I try to catch my breath. The shackles were released from my ankles and wrists, too tired to get up on my own, rather taken in the arms of my leader, floating on air in his arms. Sleep takes me and I dream of another encounter, another lesson of in loyalty from my leader….
Signed
Lorna
Fantasy…

‘Oh man I don’t fuckin’ believe this shit!’ yelled Alex.
‘What who is it? Who’d she write about?!’ Remy asked reaching for the book.

He saw Alex toss the book to the floor before he could get his hands on it and watched him storm out the room just like his brother did previously.

‘Remy, who is it, the Professor? Is it?’ asked Kurt bamfing beside him.
‘No, mon amie, it is his own mon frere.’
‘Such irony can only be called bittersweet,’ said Hank cleaning his glasses.
‘Alright my turn to read,’ Bobby said turning the page.

Alex lurked the hallways to find his brother not knowing what he would say to him when he saw him, but he knew he would say something. Walking past a window he saw Scott working on his bike in the driveway. Running down the hall, skipping steps he stormed out the door and grabbed Scott by the collar.

‘I hope you’re happy!’
‘What the hell are you talkin’ about Alex?’
‘Lorna! Lorna wrote an entry about you!’
‘Ha, now you’re all angry and upset. I was told it was only fantasy.’

Alex landed a punch to his brother’s chin only to result to him being blasted into the house landing inside the playroom where Lorna was reading a book.

‘What the…!’

She ran over to Alex to help him up and saw the look in his eyes. Smacking her hand away he stood up on his own and grabbed her by the arms.

‘Scott! Scott! Of all the people in this house why Scott?’
‘What are you talking about Alex?!’
‘You know what never mind.’

She watched him trod off to wherever leaving her confused and a big mess to clean up. He knew if he blabbed to her about the diary all the girls would be furious and he didn’t need that with this on his mind. In the Professor’s office he was already at work blocking what happened from Lorna’s mind and getting the walls fixed on the house. He let Bobby continue, and still secretly hoped he was mentioned by one of the girls in the book.

*Sorry this took so long I have a 4 month old who takes all of my attention....enjoy. Remember requests wanted.

“January 3, 2005”
“Dear Diary,

I really don’t write my feelings like this down so anyone can see, but I’ve fantasized about a certain man that I’ve befriended for years now. I don’t know why I’ve had these secret feelings but I guess this is the best way to come to terms. I’ve always been the type of girl that did her own thing and didn’t much care how others felt about my way to go about things. I find that in battle I like to let loose and do some damage. With all the stress of school and all of Scott’s rules it gets annoying, so when we go out to save the world I like to let my hair down.

I let loose a little too much and damaged a building….part of hospital to be exact and I get lectured for it. Those eyes so determined and condescending only make upset when he spews those holy words of right and wrong. That strong chin so tight the muscles strain as he sees me roll my eyes in defiance. Ordered to the Danger Room for more training I go but am requested on to wear shorts, a bra top and tennis shoes no socks. Upon entering the door locks with a hiss and click and the lights go dim. A program begins showing Sentinels everywhere and I cut loose. When I finish with the last one all the lights come on and Mr. Know-it-all stands in the middle of the room commanding I come forth in front of him.

Before I can protest, my hair is pulled and I’m yanked down to the floor. My knees slam on the cold hard tile and my head is thrust to look him in the eye. They bore into mine, him not saying a word, weird I think to myself, because he can never shut up. A sinister grin lurks his face as another program begins with only a table in the middle of the room. I’m thrown a top the table and before I could move my hands and feet are shackled making me unable to move. I yank at them as hard as I can but it’s no use only my hips are able to move. I use my powers to try to release me but they don’t work. I look over and only that smile remains his communication.

He walks behind me standing over my head and a blindfold covers my eyes. I yell what is he doing and his hand covers my mouth letting me know that talking isn’t allowed. I bite my lip awaiting the next move then I hear the door swoosh open. Scared, I don’t want someone else to see me like this. I squirm the best I can but to no avail, I cannot free myself. Whispers of two men standing next to alert me that I know the other and I feel absolutely defenseless and embarrassed. Was this intentional? Was this all a plan or will my trainer get in trouble for treating his student this way? My questions reel in my head until I feel a hand graze across my stomach. Fingers lightly tracing the lines of my stomach muscles.

Defiant, I ask what’s going on and they both hush for a long while. Annoyed I begin to struggle and then I feel hands on my shoulders alerting me to stay still as they dig deep into my skin. The pain causes me to do as I’m told and I keep still. ‘Still very insolent I see, well I think I can change that,’ says the voice. Sounding stern and angry I feel my body quiver because I know that I’m about to be dealt with in a manner I won’t like. ‘What is this about?!’ I yell, and I find not a slap across the face, but a hot wet tongue lingering across my breast. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as I feel my body begin to quiver with excitement. It laps and flicks slowly over my pink nipple, bringing it to a hard nub. I begin to squirm under the soft torment and quietly mew accepting what is being done to me.

Breaking my solace, the ‘boss’ bends down to my ear and tells me since I can’t keep quiet the real torture will begin. ‘Always obey your commander whenever he tells you an order‘, he tells me, ‘you spoke out of turn and now comes your lesson.’ I feel him move away and the licking stops. Whispers between them again. Moments later I feel hands on my knees spreading them apart. I try to tighten my legs but it’s no use. My impulse to scream is faded when I feel again a hot tongue, this time around my pussy. I’m already wet from the previous ‘abuse’ of my tits if you will.

I bite my lip trying to hold back the scream of pleasure, I only let out soft whimpers and long moans. My clit is being harshly grinded by rough fingers causing my hips to rise and rock side to side, the orgasm builds inside my stomach waiting to explode. A tongue again delves between my moist lips tasting the juices flowing down between my ass. A sharp gasp escapes my lips from the sudden invasion of my puckered virgin asshole. His finger invades me, then another, then another. Spreading them wide they move in and out, fucking my ass, and I can’t control myself any longer. His finger and thumb pinching and rubbing my clit, tongue lapping and lips sucking my pussy lips, fingers fucking my ass, no longer can I hold it.

My orgasm rocks my body into wild convulsions, my voice echoes through the entire Danger Room, my wrist are aching from the tugging I’m doing desperately trying to grab at the man between my legs wanting him to fuck me so bad. I need more than his tongue licking my pussy I need his cock inside me ripping me apart. Another wave crashes over me, I hear laughter from the ‘boss’ and then this overwhelming fulfillment takes over. I feel something huge, long and rock hard push pass my lips into that empty void, filling every inch of me. I let out a scream of pain and a hand covers my lips, the smell of me fills my nostrils and I’m euphoric.

The pain was intense, he never slowed down, the next thrust was as hard as the last and all I could do was scream. It felt so good to be fucked like this, like I was some kinda whore. Being dominated because I did wrong and being deliciously punished for it. His pace and thrusts quicken to the point my tits are boucin’ and my body rocks against the table. I bite his fingers hard wanting him to go faster and pump harder. I feel his drops of sweat on my belly as he leans forward taking my right tit in his mouth devouring my flesh like a hungry beast. The sensitive sensation riddles down my body to pussy again bringing another orgasm forward. He takes his hand away from my muffled screams to hear me. I know he’s smiling even though I can’t see him, but I know he is. My pussy is racked with a glorious pain, I tighten up making his thrusts more intense as his hands grip my hips. Slamming into my frail body I hear him grunting his orgasm shooting through him into me spurting his hot cum all over us.

As quick as he entered me he releases his hold on me and snakes his way out of my beaten pussy not saying a word. I’m left panting like a dog, my body on fire my pussy throbbing for more, then the blindfold is removed. I blink seeing Logan and unchains my wrists and helps me off the table. He wraps me in a blanket and I look to see the person who made calm, cool, me lose it. I walk away from Logan on unsteady legs to touch him, and Logan tell the computer to turn simulation off.

I’m given a lesson of self-control and how to obey or I’ll be ‘punished’. I hope I lose it again, battlefield or otherwise. Before I leave Logan puts his hands on my shoulder and turns me to face him. ‘Now, next time it might not be the computer who fucks ya ‘til ya can’t take anymore.’ He walks pass me and I feel another tingle between my legs and follow him like a puppy.

Signed
Jubilation ‘Jubilee’ Lee
Fantasy…..


The book dropped to the floor with a thud and everyone looked at the window in shock and the only response was a throat being cleared, then Bishop picked up the book looking still with his eyebrow in the air.

‘Wow! I never thought that anyone…well I mean…you’re our….I guess….’ Scott stammered.
‘Again it’s only fantasy Scott, get a hold of yourself son,’ replied the Professor.
‘Yeah Slim get a grip, I mean c’mon you think just because he’s like the ‘dad’ ‘round here that none of the girls think of him that way?’ asked Logan.
‘No I mean he’s like our father in a way, that’s kinda sick,’ replied Scott.
‘And Lorna fantasizing about you ain’t?’
‘No!’
‘But she’s like your sister bro,’ Bobby said shaking his head.
‘Aww shut up!!’
‘Yo Bishop, read man before Scott adds another window again.’
‘Sure Logan, sure, heh heh.’