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POWER AND CONTROL - LUCY SCOTT [ part 2 ] Warning : This story is the second of a series which I hope will appeal to the connoisseur of man/dom humiliation and degradation of girls. They will all involve non-consensual situations. It is pure fantasy. If you don’t like reading this sort of material or if you’re under 18 - go away. It had been just over three weeks since Eric Saunders, Headmaster of St. Saviours School for girls, had fitted attractive little Lucy Scott, age 15, with her leotard. He decided it was time to see her again and Friday was a good day because she had physical education. It was a double period which incorporated morning break so the lesson actually lasted from 10 a.m. until 12.05 p.m. He told his secretary he didn’t want to be disturbed and rummaged in his desk drawer for the bag containing Lucy’s confiscated underwear. Eric took out her tights and knickers and already stiff with anticipation, he turned the knickers inside out and sniffed deeply at the gusset. Even after three weeks, sealed in the bag, the knickers had retained her personal odour. He located Lucy’s photographs on his mobile phone and settled down to enjoy the memory. He sniffed the feet of her tights and masturbated until he ejaculated into the gusset of her knickers. The time was just after 10.15 a.m. as he wiped himself dry on Lucy’s tights. He rubbed the seamen well into the gusset of her knickers and zipped himself up. He put the underwear into one of his jacket pockets and the plastic bag into another and, as he left his office, he told his secretary he’d be back in about an hour. Lessons were in full session as the Headmaster made his way to the changing rooms. He often spent an enjoyable time smelling the girls clothes on a Friday morning. He was amused by the fact that the girls always seemed to want to hide their underwear by putting it at the bottom of their bags. This time he enjoyed sniffing the brassiere, tights and knickers of three of his favourites..... Rebecca Steven’s..... Verity Sharp..... and Alicia Phillips and then he found Lucy Scott’s bag. He had a good sniff of her brassiere but thought he would save today’s tights and knickers for another time. He put them in the plastic bag he’d brought with him and replaced them with the underwear he’d just soiled and which he’d confiscated from Lucy some three weeks ago. Everything was going to plan. Mr. Saunders entered the hall to the obvious discomfort of the 15 and 16 year old girls who were vigorously exercising under the guidance of Mrs. Thompson. “Carry on as you are girls. You know the Headmaster likes to watch.” Eric beckoned her over. “I wont be stopping today Paula, I need to see Lucy Scott. Will you send her along right away please..... as soon as she’s showered,” he whispered. “Of course Headmaster.” He left the room. “Everyone over to the vaulting horse..... Lucy Scott, you can have an early shower and report to the Headmaster’s office. Don’t leave anything in the changing room,” Mrs. Thompson added. Lucy’s heart was pounding and she felt sick..... what did he want she wondered..... she had to ask..... “Did the Headmaster say why he wanted to see me, Mrs. Thompson?” “No, he did not Lucy, but I wouldn’t keep him waiting longer than necessary if I were you.” “No, Mrs. Thompson..... thank you.” 20 minutes later she was standing nervously in front of the Headmaster’s desk as he scrutinised her from head to toe. “I thought it was about time we had another little chat Lucy. Are you all nice and clean, after your shower?” “Y...yes, Sir.” “Gooood....... are your tights pulled up properly?” “Y...yes, Sir,” she was starting to feel very uncomfortable as the memories of her last ‘little chat’ with the Headmaster flooded through her brain. “Well they don’t look as if they are to me,” he said, “Put your hands on head.” Mr. Saunders got up and walked round to where Lucy was standing. He reached down and began to lift her skirt up. Instinctively Lucy’s hands went down to stop him. “Oh..... please Sir, don’t do that.” The Headmaster was furious and reacted by yanking her skirt up at the back and by delivering a hard slap to the back of her thigh. “I’ll do what I like Lucy Scott and I’ve told you before what will happen if you challenge my authority. You’ve just qualified for a punishment.” Lucy was petrified and immediately put her hands back on her head. With tears in her eyes, there was no resistance from her this time as Mr. Saunders lifted her skirt right up to her waist. “Hold it up girl.” She did so and the Headmaster took hold of the waistband of her tights. He pulled them up with so much force that the gusset cut right into her and made her feel very uncomfortable. “That’s how little girls tights need to be,” he announced. “Have you been masturbating?” “N...no Sir,” she stammered. “Don’t lie to me girl..... I can smell you have.” “I haven’t, Sir.... honestly.... I haven’t.... I don’t do that.” “Well what’s that smell then? It’s coming from your knickers.” He bent down and sniffed her crutch as if to confirm and emphasise the fact. “I don’t know, Sir..... I really don’t. Mr. Saunders gave her another hard slap on the back of her thigh and said, “I’ll teach you not to lie to me Lucy Scott.” The pain and shock brought more tears to her eyes. “Let your skirt drop.” The Headmaster started unbuttoning her blouse. “We’ll see if a smack on the breasts helps to improve your memory.” Lucy was physically shaking as the tears started flowing. He pulled the blouse out of her skirt, opened it up and pushed it back, off her shoulders, pinning her arms behind her back. Then, he pulled the cups of her brassiere up, exposing both her little breasts and gave each one a hard slap. Lucy was crying uncontrollably. “Now Lucy, I’ll ask you again..... have you been masturbating?” “Ple...please... be... believe me, Sir... I hav... haven’t... I’ve nev... never mas... masturbated.” Eric Saunders was enjoying this. “I’m not convinced Lucy, but I hope you’re telling me the truth because girls at St. Saviours enjoy an honest reputation.” “I a... am, Sir... I rea... really am... wh... what ca... can I... s... sa... say to make yo... you be... believe me?” “You’ll say and do, Lucy Scott, whatever I tell you to. That’s what you’ll say and do..... Is that clear?” “Y... yes, Si...Sir.” The Headmaster unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. “Look at me girl.” He produced his mobile phone and took a full frontal photograph, just as the redness, from the smack, started to appear on her breasts. Putting the phone down, Mr. Saunders got hold of the waistband of her tights and in a quick, sharp movement, he pulled them down to her knees. He then took hold of her knickers and in an instant they too were pulled down to her knees. He got hold of her shoulders and turned her round to face the door. “Stay just like that Lucy. I’m not used to little girls questioning my authority.” He returned to his chair and began to masturbate himself through his trousers. Gradually Lucy’s crying abated and an air of restrained calm returned to the office. Her stomach was still churning from the indignity and unfairness of her situation of course and she obviously felt totally and utterly degraded and humiliated standing there, facing the door. What was Mr. Saunders doing..... what if someone came in? Mr. Saunders was relishing the sight of the little 15 year old girl standing there with her tights and knickers pulled down and her arms pinned behind her. The back of one of her thighs was red from the two smacks he’d given her and he knew there was no possibility of any of his staff coming in when he had specifically forbidden it. “Face me Lucy..... we’ve got to talk about your sanitary protection haven’t we? Look at me girl..... are you still using towels?” “N... no Sir, I changed last time,” she snivelled. “Yes, I thought you might,” he said sarcastically. “Tell me how you got on using tampons for the first time.” Girls at St. Saviours were not permitted any modesty whatsoever and Lucy was made to disclose every little embarrassing detail. Mr. Saunders recorded in his book that she used ‘non applicator’ mini tampons for a light flow and that she changed them every 4 to 8 hours throughout her period. “Let’s get you undressed then, shall we?” He loved using the rhetorical question. “Come round here.” Lucy stepped out of her skirt which lay at her feet and shuffled round to the Headmasters side of the desk. He lent forward in his chair and took her shoes off. First one, then the other. He sniffed inside them before putting them on his desk. He had a thing about little girls shoes and always kept his subject wearing them for as long as possible before finally making sure the shoes remained ‘on view’. Quite often he would use them to masturbate into. It was the same with all their clothes really, he would always ensure the ‘stripping process’ was prolonged for as long as possible. He made her turn round and undid the cuffs of her blouse. He pulled it, quite roughly, down and off her arms. He unhooked her brassiere and told her to face him as he pulled that off too. The evidence of restriction was clear to see with red marks all around her upper arms and back and across the top of her breasts. Without ceremony, he pulled her tights down to her ankles and off one foot, then the other. Finally, he pulled her knickers down and made Lucy step out of them. She was naked. “Look at me girl..... you know how you’re expected to stand, don’t you? That’s right.” He made sure her knickers were not turned inside out and stood up. “You are not to move Lucy Scott. Do you understand me?” “Y...yes Sir.” “I want you to smell these disgusting knickers for yourself.” He carefully put the garment completely over her head so that the inside of the gusset coincided with the length of her nose. Then, he got her tights and using them as a ligature, tied them round her head and under her nose to hold the gusset of her knickers in place. Eric was in a state of ecstasy, as the 15 year old girl was forced to breath through the knickers he had masturbated into. The only choice she had was whether to inhale the aroma through her nose or taste the tang of his stale semen through her mouth. His penis was bursting to get out as he once again sat down. “They’re not very nice, are they Lucy?” “N...no, Sir.” “Do you fully understand the extent to which your personal hygiene fails to meet the standards of my school?” “Y... yes, Si... Sir.” “In future I want you to wear these inside your knickers.” He gave her a box of Bodyform light liners. “I shall be checking. “Do you understand me Lucy Scott?” “Y... yes, Sir,” she said quietly. He untied the tights and removed the knickers from her head. “Do you remember what I’ve told you about not tolerating smelly girls?” “Y... yes, Sir.” “I’m going to have to check to make sure you’ve had a proper shower then..... aren’t I Lucy?” “Y... yes, Si... Sir... I sup... suppose... so.” He pulled his chair right up to her and started sniffing under her breasts. He sniffed her little nipples and her areolae and he kept sniffing as he worked his way down her stomach to her groin and eventually to her pubes. He turned her round and sniffed her bottom and then Lucy suffered her worst nightmare as he parted her cheeks and sniffed the whole length of her crack. Mr. Saunders stretched her buttocks so far apart she cried out in pain and then, unbelievably, she felt his nose actually touch her anus as he sniffed in deeply. Lucy tasted the bitter dregs of shame, such as she never thought possible. Mr. Saunders masturbated himself some more while he kept her cheeks apart with the fingers and thumb of his left hand. Eventually he was ready to continue. He worked down the back of one leg, then the other and then he made her bend each knee in turn so he could sniff the soles of her bare feet. He smelt in between the toes of each foot and then he turned her back to face him again. He made her place each foot in turn on his knee as he examined her toe nails and worked his way up the front of each leg, back to her groin. Then to her amazement he produced a potty from under his desk. “I think it would be a good idea if you had a wee wee now Lucy..... I don’t want to see any little accidents when I punish you.” Lucy was incredulous, surely he didn’t expect her to do it in front of him. “O... oh pl... please, Sir,” she grizzled, “I ha... had o... one b... before I sh... showered.” “Nevertheless Lucy I think it would be sensible to err on the side of caution.” He made her spread her legs wide enough for him to be able to get the potty in between them. Lucy’s vulva spread open and the Headmaster was treated to an unrestricted view of the 15 year olds clitoris. The tears were in full flow again as he told her to squat down a little. In the fullness of time Lucy once again managed to gain control of herself, and shamefaced she did a wee wee. Not very much, but the quantity was unimportant, she had suffered the indignity and Mr. Saunders had achieved his objective. “Gooood..... now we can put the potty away and wipe you clean, can’t we Lucy?” He produced a Johnson’s moistened cloth. Lucy endured even more degradation as the Headmaster spread the little cloth over his hand and proceeded to cup her mons pubis. “There’s a good girl,” he ridiculed as he rubbed his hand backwards and forwards between her legs and gradually worked his middle finger into her slit. “We need to get right in here Lucy, so just squat down again will you?” He encouraged her by pushing down on her shoulder with his left hand. Lucy was mortified as he pushed his cloth covered finger right up into her vagina. Eric delighted in the fact that he was fingering such an attractive girl. Slowly he withdrew his finger from her. “That’s nice and clean now, isn’t it Lucy?” “Y... yes, Si... Sir,” she said hanging her head in humiliation. “Look at me girl..... I hope you’re beginning to understand what I mean about school standards.” “Y... yes Sir.” She was forced to watch him fold the little cloth inwards and seal it in another plastic bag labelled with her name and class number. “That just leaves your bottom then..... Doesn’t it Lucy. When did you last empty your bowels?” She looked down at the floor, swallowed hard and managed to answer, “F... first thing this morning, Sir.” “And are you a ‘once a day girl’?” “Y... yes, Sir.” “Gooood.” The Headmaster pulled her across his lap and manoeuvred her body about on the pretext of getting her correctly positioned for her next ordeal. He took another Johnson’s baby wipe out of its wrapper and once again spread the cloth over his hand. His left hand slid underneath her to cup her right breast. This was the first time Eric had felt her little breast and as he gently mauled it he thought to himself, it will not be the last. He began wiping her bottom cheeks and gradually worked the cloth into her crack. Imperceptibly he pushed his finger up into her anus. Lucy was frightened by the discomfort and embarrassed beyond belief. She pleaded with him to stop, but Eric was enjoying himself. “Just a little further... it will soon be over..... there’s a good girl,” he mocked. He forced his finger up into her bottom until it was up to the knuckle and then he eased it out. “Gooood..... now you’ve got a nice clean bottom..... haven’t you Lucy?” “Y... yes, Si... Sir,” she stammered. “Up you get..... face me..... look at me girl..... that’s right.” He folded the cloth inwards again and saved it in the plastic bag with the one he’d used for her vagina. “I’d like to look at your leotard before we get on with your punishment. Is it in here?” The Headmaster picked up the kit bag Lucy had brought in with her. “Yes, Sir, inside the towel” He turned the leotard inside out and sniffed deeply into the gusset. It was damp with perspiration. He loved the smell of little girls sweaty pubes. He put the leotard and towel back in her bag. “Pupils at this school are punished in a variety of ways Lucy Scott. I like to consider all the material facts and act in a fair and reasonable way. This is your first punishment and I hope your future behaviour will determine it to be your last. It is my prerogative as to how I position you and what part of your body I chastise. I also have to decide whether to use my hand, a slipper, a strap or a cane. Do you have anything you wish to say?” Lucy was becoming more and more agitated and fearful of what was about to happen to her. “No, Sir, only that I’m sorry and I’ll try to improve in the future.” She thought it would do no harm if she tried to appease him. “All right Lucy, I’ve decided to be lenient with you this time and I shall smack your inner thighs by hand. The session will last for 15 minutes and the time will start immediately after the first smack.” The Headmaster walked over to a five foot trestle table which had not been there when she last visited the office (it was erected when required). “Come over here and get yourself up on this table. I want you on your back, right in the middle.” Lucy had been naked now for quite some time and to some extent she had resigned herself to the fact that she had nothing left to hide. Nevertheless, the words of the Headmaster and the realisation of what was to come caused her renewed embarrassment and she coloured up as she did what she’d been told. “I’m going to blindfold you with your dirty knickers, and hold them in place with your brassiere and tights Lucy. I hope that any smell that permeates from your knickers will act as a reminder to you of the need to raise your standards of personal hygiene in the future. “Is that understood girl.” “Y... yes, Si... Sir.” The Headmaster did exactly what he had said and satisfied himself that Lucy couldn’t see a thing. She wondered what was going on. She could here movement but the Headmaster was not saying anything. Eric was taking photographs and had at last been able to release his penis from the confines of his trousers. He played with himself in anticipation of the next 15 minutes of bliss and positioned himself at the end of the table close to Lucy’s feet. He smelt her toes and thought to himself how he’d like to masturbate between them. “Draw your knees up Lucy and hold onto them..... now pull your legs apart as far as you can. Gooood.” Eric took some more photographs from various angles and then he delivered the first stinging smack to Lucy’s right inner thigh. She cried out, as much in shock as pain. “The clock has begun Lucy Scott..... don’t you dare let go of your knees or I will increase the severity of your punishment..... and remember to keep your legs wide apart.” Eric walked round to the other side of the table and administered three hard smacks to her left inner thigh. He circulated the table, indiscriminately smacking one thigh or the other and in a very sort time, Lucy was crying uncontrollably. Between smacks he masturbated at leisure and took additional photographs as her thighs turned a delightful shade of pink. He enjoyed watching her little breasts heave up and down in unison with her rapid and exaggerated breathing. All too soon from Eric’s point of view the time approached 15 minutes and he would need to conclude his masturbation. Experience had taught him that by the end of a session the subject would hardly be aware of the spatter of semen on their body. What part of her body should he chose. Her breasts looked inviting but so too did her feet and pubis. He decided on her pubis and delivered what he knew would be the final two smacks to her left inner thigh. Eric picked up one of her shoes from his desk and positioned himself at the end of the trestle table. He sniffed into her shoe and enjoyed the uninterrupted view of what the attractive teenager was displaying between her parted legs. He would have liked to have seen more of her bottom but there was always another time. A final reminder was called for. “Keep those legs wide apart Lucy.” He held her shoe over his nose and masturbated to climax ejaculating all over the 15 year olds pubis and tummy. Eric squeezed the final drops of semen into her shoe and replaced it on his desk. He took the final photograph and reached for the Johnson’s wipes to clean himself up before moving on to Lucy. “All done Lucy..... I’ll cool you down with a Wipe..... you can lower your legs now. Let’s get this blindfold off and then I’ll call Mrs. Rawlins.” The Headmaster made the call and Mrs. Rawlins was soon in attendance. Lucy was still lying naked on the trestle table and crying inconsolably but Mrs. Rawlins was used to little girls in various states of distress and knew exactly how to calm them down. “Have you thanked the Headmaster for helping you maintain the high standards that are required of the pupils at St. Saviours, Lucy.” “N... n... n... no, M... M... Mrs. R... R... Rawl... Rawli... Rawlins.” “Please do so then.” “T... th... than... thank... Y... Y... You, S... Si... Si... Sir.” “I hope I won’t need to see you again Lucy..... now hurry up and get dressed.” The brassiere, tights and knickers that had been used as a blindfold had disappeared and in their place the Headmaster had provided clean ones. Mrs. Rawlins, as always, signed the attendance book to show she’d been present throughout the punishment and then she led Lucy away. |