PRIVATE SCHOOLING

BY ARAVIS

I am the 52 year old headmaster of a very private school set in the lovely hills near Lausanne in Switzerland. Our pupils come from all over the world and are aged from five to eighteen years. The thing that links all of these youngsters is that they come exclusively from very wealthy backgrounds. Their parents are the kind of people who lead very busy, self-centred lives and who do not wish their lives to be cluttered by having children to deal with. They expect us to house, educate and control their off-spring without caring to much how we achieve this.

The school is a nineteenth century building - quite beautiful, set in its own parkland. With one hundred and twelve pupils we do occasionally have disciplinary problems and for nine years now it has been my pleasure to deal with them.

On this particular autumn morning there was a knock at my office door and Miss Turner my secretary entered. She is an attractive, elegant 47 year old an dedicated to her job. 'Excuse me headmaster but the girl Rachel is outside. Shall I bring her in?' 'Yes please do Miss Turner.

Rachel was a lovely 11 year old girl with silky, long, light brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. She was wearing our school uniform of black skirt and blazer with its yellow crest and a crisp white blouse. She had been seen by a male member of staff (I've always thought that phrase was so appropriate for a man who looks after young women!) being kissed and fondled by one the boys from the local village - something that is strictly against our rules.

Miss Turner brought the girl inside and closed the door behind her, staying their as if on guard. In fact I always insisted on having her present when I interviewed female pupils - you have to be so careful these days. Rachel looked rather forlorn but oh so beautiful. Her honeyed skin slightly paler than usual and her slim figure looking ever so young as she stood before my teak desk.

'Girl you do realise do you not that your behaviour has been inacceptable? That if you are to behave like a slut outside this school then you can only expect to be treated as one within its walls? The little girl nodded, clearly on the verge of tears. At the door Miss Turner watched us intently her slightly glossy lips parted in anticipation.

I slid open a drawer on my desk and brought out the leather strap that I had brought with me to this job from Sotland and placed it on the desk. The girl blanched and bit her lovely lips in fear. My penis was already fully erect in my dark pants. 'Remove your blazer and tie girl and be quick! I demanded. Rachel slipped the jacket and tie off and I moved behind her. My large, strong body towering over the gorgeous child. Her glossy hair smelt fresh and clean. I reached around and slowly unbuttoned her white blouse and exposed her satiny starter-bra that just covered the perfect new mounds of her budding breasts. I caressed one of her tiny breasts for a moment through the silky material of her bra, the mound so small and soft in my hand.

Then I slipped both my warm hands inside the little cups of her bra and finding the nipples dug my thumbnails cruelly into the tops of them. Rachel screamed out in pain. 'This will show you Rachel how we deal with little whores at this school'. The girl was crying quietly now and purple welts showed on her lovely young breasts. My cock was almost bursting in my pants now and as I glanced over at Miss Turner I saw that her slim hand was inside her lilac silk panties her tan stocking-tops revealed under her slim skirt.

I slipped my hand under Rachels skirt. Running my hand up her smooth firm leg until I reached the silky little panties panties stretched over her taught bum. My fingers gripped the slightly plump mound of her pussy through the flimsy material. Then I forced her head down onto my desk and lifted her skirt up over her childish hips. The sight of her new white panties on her perfect form almost had me gushing into my trousers but I controlled my desire. I reached over her and tore her blouse down over her slim shoulders her little titties already showing where I had slipped her bra down. Then removed those lovely, white panties.

I looked down at her slit, so vulnerable looking small and fresh and perfect with just the new silky down of light-brown hair around it. The pink pucker of her ass just winking an invitation. I picked up the hard old strap and lashed at her pale bottom with the full force of my anger. Rachel screamed again with the shock and terrible pain of it. Her small body writhing in agony. 'Miss Turner. Please hold this wicked girl down' I said, my voice thick with lust and anger. Miss Turner moved from her station at the door and moving behind the desk took Rachels slim wrists in her hands and held her tightly.

I continued to thrash her little arse deliberately letting the tip of the strap catch at her delicate little cunt. After six blows I stopped; the girl was sobbing desperately and her bum was red and purple with the weals of my punishment. I freed my cock from my trousers it was thick and rigid and the foreskin slid back easily from the dripping, purple head. I masturbated slowly spreading my pre-cum around as I probed her little slit with my thick finger. She was soft there as young girls are and slightly slick with her natural wetness. I forced my finger deep inside her and felt her little quim grip my finger as she gasped in pain. Then I moved my wet cock to her 11 year old slit and slowly with a little rubbing up and down forced it inch by long inch into her cunt. I was losing control now and I raped Rachel powerfully her cries only bringing me closer to orgasm. I briefly looked up from the sight of my big cock entering the young girl to look into the eyes of Miss Turner who had a look of almost indescribable pleasure on her face. At that moment I lost control and my thick come spurted deeply into Rachels sweet pussy.

After coming I rested a moment stroking the young girls silky hair. then I slid wetly from her ravaged little cunt and after wiping my cock on her panties. I told Miss Turner to realease her. 'You may go now Rachel' The lovely young girl picked up her come-soaked panties and turned towards the door. Her face showing that her last illusion about life had gone.