This is the first in a series of 12 Ally stories. It introduces the characters and premise. A student and faculty profile is also available.  Beatnik

Ally’s Art Class: Ally’s  (Story #1)

By Beatnick  ( [email protected] 

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Ally’s first night at class:

Dear Diary: When my girlfriend invited me to her art class, I had no idea that it would lead to a life-long obsession with causing pain to men in a way that would always make them beg for more.

I don’t know why I went to Daphne’s art class that night? I suppose it was because there was something in the tone of her voice that made it sound like a worthwhile diversion. I was recently dumped, and it was either art class or another evening of binge and purge on cookie dough.

When I arrived in the spacious loft there was the smell of exotic teas and incense mixed with the volatile and intoxicating scents of oil paints. It was a distinctly erotic atmosphere with statues and sculptures of nakedness perched in every nook. The exquisitely beautiful teacher smiled broadly at me and said in an utterly proper English accent, “So this is Ally?” She said smiling. “Daphne has told me so much about you. My name is Jane. I’m sure your just going to love it here.”

“But, but I don’t paint. I’m not really…” I stopped as the teacher gently took me by the arm and led me to a work station with a canvas and easel.

“There’s not to worry dear. We’re all here just for the fun of it.” She said in an absolutely disarming way.

I was a bit taken aback by her familiarity, but loved the warmth of her tone. I looked around and couldn’t help but notice that every woman in the place was stunningly young and beautiful, almost as if chiseled from delicate marble.

Two cousins Jillian and Julianne, had the finest longest red hair I had ever seen. Their complexions were filled with fiery freckles, and they moved like they were floating on air. Mercedes was the most beautiful of all with skin the color of light chocolate, and cheeks blushed with red. She was in fact a model as many of the girls here were.

Elizabeth was also English and had brown hair and dark piercing eyes. In her colorful paint stained oversized frock (That was more than slightly unbuttoned), she looked as though she had just stepped off the pages of a men’s magazine doing a piece on sexy artists.

“Don’t worry Ally.” Daphne said to me. “All of the women here were specially invited to be here just like you were. You’ll fit right in! You’ll see.” She said in her cockney English accent trying to reassure me as I held in my stomach.

It was at this point Jane went to the raised platform at the front of the class opened up the curtains. Out from behind the curtains stepped a tall, handsome, athletic man in a bathrobe.

Ally could see under his half open robe that his stomach muscles were rippled as though he were a Greek statue! Ally could also see he was naked and blushed a bit. She covered her face with her small hands hoping no one could tell. She turned to Daphne with a big schoolgirl grin on her face wanting to giggle but not daring to! I just wanted to scream: “Hey that man is naked!”

Daphne and Ally went into a giggling fit trying not to laugh.

Jane helped him off with his robe. I couldn’t believe it! This young man was naked. There just a few feet from my face was an enormous cock and two of the largest testicles I had ever seen hanging in a long stretched sagging scrotum. “He looks so calm standing naked in front of a dozen woman” Thought Ally.

I don’t remember much about the class that followed except that it seem to be over in a blur as I scribbled and drew feebly with my chalk at my canvas. Then all too soon Jane announced to the class that we would be meeting next week at the same time and we were all to bring a treat. I looked around and figured with this crowd that “a treat” must have meant carrots and ex-lax. Then Jane said.

“Those of you staying for the empowerment workshop please circle in closer if you please.”

Empowerment workshop? Oh dear god. I thought. It must be one of those stupid women’s assertiveness training seminars? Ally rolled her eyes looking for the exit.

Then Jane went on stage and Julianne and Jillian brought out sort of a medieval looking chair-device. It had a split seat to help expose his genitals. Ally also took note that almost all of the students had slipped out of their pants and skirts.

Ally looked around and saw that most everyone was wearing an oversized white shirt as a frock, and white panties and stockings. Ally actually felt a bit uncomfortable. She didn’t know whether to slip out of her jeans or not?

Surprisingly the male model quite willingly sat on the wicked looking chair and spread his legs. His amply endowed genitals hung loosely between his legs as the two redheads bound his hands and feet. His cock began to rise.

Jane then said glancing at me, “To those of you who are new, this is a seminar in cock and ball torture, we are starting with the basics. We will start with ball spanking.

My heart began to pound so hard I thought my chest would burst. Did I hear her right? BALL SPANKING? Daphne glanced at me and smiled as she squeezed my arm with the zeal of a little school girl about to be kissed for the first time. I know my mouth was open but I couldn’t help it. I stared riveted on the large genitals of the willingly helpless model.

“Ally.” Jane said in a firm tone. “Come here.”

I nearly died! I was paralyzed with fear. I looked to Daphne as I was being yanked away but she just motioned for me to go along with it!

Elizabeth helped me up to the stage and there we kneeled on each side of a naked man who seemed to be willingly and waiting to have his balls spanked and punished.

Elizabeth was the classroom assistant and a stunning beauty. Like Jane she had long shiny brown hair and a gorgeous smile. Ally didn’t think she had ever seen such a disarming smile. Ally also noticed that Elizabeth’s chest was considerably larger than Ally’s flat boyish bosom. In fact it was magnificent!

“Ally, I am going to give you and Elizabeth instructions, and if you don’t follow them to the letter I will make you repeat your exercise and add more punishment. Do you understand.” She asked? I shook my head yes, but I was really at a loss. I must have looked bewildered because then she said kindly. “Just follow Elizabeth. She has done this all before.” She smiled.

“I want you each to spank this slave’s balls 10 times, starting very softly. And with each new slap I want you to hit just a little harder! Land a slightly harder blow each successive time. This way you will find the level of pain that this slave can endure!”

Elizabeth began with a firm but soft slap that didn’t even cause a wince or a flinch to the slave. Then I looked around nervously. Daphne nodded and motioned her hands like I was to slap him too. I hardly dared! I didn’t know this young man and I had not even spoken to him? Now I was going to slap his testicles! They looked so fragile and helpless. Still? I was dying to know what it was like?

I landed a weak blow. I instantly blushed. I felt his balls squiggle! I thought I noticed the model smile at me a bit, and I felt better.

Then Elizabeth landed a harder slap. A slightly wicked smile appeared on her face as she saw the slave react.

This time I was much less hesitant. I gently rubbed his balls to see if I could get that squishy feeling in my hands again? I was very excited by knowing that he could do nothing about it. I saw his legs strain at the ropes.

I landed a blow equal to Elizabeth’s. She smiled that big smile of hers at me and I smiled back nervously biting my lower lip.

“Ally.” Said Jane softly behind me touching my shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll tell you if it is too hard. Now: Slap him harder!”  Jane said very authoritatively.

I instantly repeated my last blow only this time I made sure it was harder than before. It felt too hard to me, and I was waiting to be warned. The slave exhaled softly and looked right at me as to say he liked it and was asking for more.

Then Elizabeth looked at me and then slapped him much much harder than I had done!

“That’s what Mistress Jane meant by harder Ally!”

“Mistress Jane?” I wondered? What had I gotten myself into?

Our blows now got hard enough to register on the face of the slave with obvious pain. When we got to number six I was surprised at just how hard Elizabeth’s next slap was. I looked at Jane and she urged me to likewise. I closed my eyes a bit and grabbed the slave’s right leg for balance. Then I let go of a hard slap. I felt his testicles press into my hands and I loved it. I heard him gasp!  I could instantly see the pain register on the face of the model. There were definite sounds of approval from the class.

Then without hesitation Elizabeth tossed her hair back, shook her beautiful head and pushed her tongue into her cheek as she let loose with another even harder slap, and then she smiled at me as though to dare me to match her. I don’t know what came over me but I didn’t hold back I matched her slap and waited to see if Elizabeth would match it.

It was harder than I would have spanked his ass and yet I could hardly believe it was a pair of man’s balls! And more incredible still was the fact that was he wanted more!

Elizabeth grinned wickedly and then really hit him hard. I mean really hard! It was the kind of hard that would put a man down on the ground screaming in pain.

The model gasped and moaned. I don’t know what came over me, but when Elizabeth flashed me that mischievous grin of hers I acted instantly. Almost as a reflex, before I knew what I was doing, I did the same. The model was now panting. I could see his sculpted stomach moving in and out. Sweat was dripping down from his face. I loved it. I was hoping Elizabeth wouldn’t wait for him to recover but she paused.

I was certain this was the end of our fun and Mistress Jane would stop my hand. But she didn’t. Then Elizabeth said: “If you wait the pain builds!” she smiled.

Then for our final slap there was a hesitation. Elizabeth was making the model wait for it. The slave waited nervously. Elizabeth really wound up and the effect was enormous!

I felt a gasp of orgasmic satisfaction from the crowd of woman as the slave closed his eyes wincing and soaking in pain. “Yes!” One of them shouted. “One more! One more!”

His chair had rocked clear off the floor! He put his head back and looked at the ceiling, and then he obediently looked down at my hands.

Just like Elizabeth I paused: but not to let him recover. Like Elizabeth I wanted him to suffer! I could see his pain rising inside of him. I felt his nausea!

“Now its your turn Ally.” Said Jane encouraging me. “Go on. Just like Elizabeth. Don’t hold back. You’ll do just fine.” She stepped back and waited patiently almost like a parent waiting for their kid to go potty for the first time.

I wound up and holding on to the back of his chair with my left hand for balance, I let loose with a slap that was harder than all the others before it. I was amazed at how uninhibited I had become. I was ecstatically high, and I looked around at the cheers and claps of my classmates. “Thank you Mistress.” He said to me.

I totally blushed! Mistress? Me?  My heart pounded. He thanked me! I blushed again when I automatically said” “You’re welcome.”  And everyone laughed.

Elizabeth stood and slipped out of her tight jeans, and reached to me to do the same. I took this as a hopeful sign that the games weren’t over yet.

Wearing nothing but a white thong underpant, I out of gratitude and pity kneeled down and began stroking the writhing slaves large cock. I felt like I was living a fantasy. I felt sweat beading up on my face and chest. I could now smell the odor of this man’s fear as he realized I had all the power and the will to cause him great pain. I used both hands to enlarge his cock. It was nearly a foot long and as thick as a French baguette.

Jane Asked. “You know how good that very last slap felt Ally?”

I nodded. “ That’s how hard I want the next ten slaps all to be.” Then she gently ran her soft hands through the hair of the slave and said quietly to him as she stroked him. “If they are not all perfect I will make Ally repeat them until she gets them all right. Do you understand slave?” He nodded and said. “Yes Mistress.”

I gulped. My eyes must have been the size of teacups? “Are are you sure …” Ally hesitated calling her Mistress.

“Yes Ally. I want ten perfect slaps!”

I began, and just as before I could here shouts of approval from my classmates and my best friend Daphne. Then I released blow after blow of non stop agony to this man’s testicles. I scarcely remember and probably had my eyes closed.

Mistress Jane began shaking her head.

“No, No! Dear.  The tempo is all wrong, you musn’t let him know when the next slap is coming! And you’re being much too kind. This isn’t about his pleasure Ally. It is about your pleasure! Take time to savor your actions!  I’m afraid luv that there is much work you need to do. Yes, Yes I think there is much work to be done here!” She chided.

“Ally! I’m afraid you are going to have to start all over again, only this time there is no room for mercy. You must concentrate. Now again ten more, and then ten more as extra punishment.” Elizabeth stood up and took a supervisory position.

I looked shocked. “I, I, thought it was I who would be punished?”  Said Ally bewildered.

Mistress Jane laughed. “Did you think we would spank you Ally? Oh you poor thing.” Mistress Jane said as she kissed Ally’s frustrated, sweaty, bewildered face. “Yes girls get punished here too, but not on their first night of training dear.” Jane said smiling so sweetly.

“Oh no deary. Here it is the slave who gets punished for your mistakes.” Mistress Jane put her two hands gently on the slave’s face and kissed him on the forehead. Then she  put her hands gently on him holding his head sweetly.

 “We could just let Ally go with a warning couldn’t we slave?”

He nodded.

 “But that wouldn’t right would it?”

 He nodded. And looked down Mistress Jane’s blouse to see two perfect breasts.

 “We do want to do things exactly right don’t we slave?

 He nodded.

 "Or should we let her get by with being inadequate?"

"No Mistress." He said. "She must do it right."

“Then tell her!” She commanded making sure her breasts rubbed his face, and her perfume fill his senses.

“Please do as she commands Mistress Ally.” Said the slave to Ally.

Again I blushed at that name."Mistress?"

“Do it right or she will  keep you on your knees all night!” He looked at me in earnest. I wouldn’t want you to get a cramp Mistress.” He added kindly

I looked directly into the slave’s eyes. He nodded as a sign of approval to be as brutal as I wanted. I could at that moment feel his complete essence given over to me. He no longer had a say in what I chose to do to him. It was absolute power. My heart pounded!  “I was in control of his fate no matter how severe!”

I began again. This time I tried to muster as much force as I could in each slap. I became immune to his moans. I made each hit count. I grabbed his stiff cock and was brutally severe with my grip. I pulled it up far out of the way!

I pressed hard into his balls after each blow with kind of a follow through action like I had seen Elizabeth do. I told myself that by being cruel I was really being merciful. With each blow I squeezed and felt his testicles squish and squiggle. I slapped my hand into his sack harder than I had ever dared with any man before!

I finished my ten slaps, then I started on my next ten. Each blow was flawless and merciless. Then when I finished without hesitation Jane calmly said,

“I’m sorry Ally but I’m afraid that one of your blows was not hard enough! Again Ally! Twenty for the lesson, and twenty for the punishment! The slave will count to forty for you Ally! Remember Ally they all must be absolutely perfect!”

I looked up at Elizabeth in total shock? I had been utterly merciless. Each blow was devastating. Why was I being given more punishment to administer?

Then Elizabeth shrugged and smiled. “It doesn’t matter how well you do it Ally, it will never be good enough for Mistress Jane. She’s a bit of a perfectionist at these things! Also it’s a math test. If you want to be a proper Mistress, she needs to see just how high you can count.” Elizabeth laughed. Ally smiled too. 

It was then I noticed that the redheaded cousins were jerking the man off. Despite his pain he could not resist the charms of the two girls.

Jillian whispered: “When he cums Ally, hit him even harder and faster. It will make him cum even more!” 

Jullianne chided her cousin Jillian. “You just luv it when they cum don’t you?” she said disapprovingly in a charming English accent. “You know I do Jules! I can’t help it!”

Ally was in a state of shock. Was she really going to hit him forty more times and then (gulp) maybe even eighty more times?

Elizabeth held the slaves balls out for display. She took Ally’s small hands inside hers and made her grab his balls. She whispered into Ally’s ears: “If your going to squeeze them this is how you do it.” Said Elizabeth who must have noticed her gently ways with his balls.

Elizabeth clamped Ally’s hands so hard the slave gasped and screamed. Elizabeth kept Ally squeezing until she said: “When I let go you make him scream on his own. If you don’t I’ll make you redo it over and over!” She said playfully.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Very Very good Ally! You’re a natural.” Said Mistress Jane. “I expect to see you here every week as our newest student!”

Ally looked at Elizabeth and mouthed the silent words: “Thank You!” 

“Next week it’s darts luv and , Oooh you should see how good I am at darts. I’m the pub champion back home!” There was applause from the audience. Now don’t take too long we all get a go you know." Elizabeth said urging me on.

I hesitated, and then grabbed his balls like I was milking a cow. I  pulled and stretched his scrotum as the girls jerked him, the slave started to let loose with an enormous load of cum.

“It will hurt even more now!” Said Elizabeth.

 I don’t remember but Daphne insists I said: “GOOD!”

I joyfully began my punishment of the slave with forty more blows. I made double sure I was completely inept and pitiful! Now if only I can count to a 160 !

Then I wondered  as I began striking his jewels… “  What will the next class be like?” Then I realized that I was just in the beginner’s class! I remember Daphne saying that Jane’s Art school was a four-year program.

 I had a long, long way to go before I graduated Mistress Jane’s Art class!

I couldn’t wait !!!

From Ally’s Diary