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STORY.14
The Master Chris Collection
SPECIAL SCHOOL FOR DISCIPLINE (4 of 5)
___________________________

	It is late afternoon and you are just about complete
with your day at the school. You are the headmistress of a very
special school for young people who are being initiated into the
joys of B&D sex. It is probably the most enjoyable job you have
ever had.

	The last order of business for the day is dealing with
one of your instructors. Margie is a petite, shy woman who has
been one of the special 'Trainers' that have worked for you for
the past couple of weeks. You have noticed that the way she has
been interacting with the students has been detached. In
particular, she has not been forward with either the girls or
boys about sex and has carried out her duties like an automaton.
It is time, you think, to change all that. One of your duties as
headmistress is to make sure that even the instructors are
turned on all the time. You certainly are. You have been
thinking about what to do with her all day and the thought of it
has your pussy slippery with your own juices. You call Margie
into your office.

	She walks in and stands in front of your desk. You look
her up and down. She is wearing what has become almost a uniform
for your female personnel: a light, white skirt, a short sleeved
silk blouse and white pumps. Her face is flushed and she is so
nervous that she is trembling. She has been told that she is to
be disciplined today and you are sure that she is wondering what
form that discipline will take. You let her wait a little longer
before you speak.

	"Hello Margie", you say, "Do you know why you are here?".

	Margie's keeps her head down as her voice becomes like a
ten year old girl, "Yes. I'm here because I've been bad. I
haven't been sexy enough."

	"That's right Margie.", you say, "And do you know what
we are going to do to you?" Margie shakes her head slowly. "We
are going to make sure that you like your body.", you say, "When
was the last time you had an orgasm?"

	Margie looks up at you hesitantly. Her face is a deep
red. She is evidently embarrassed at the question. You are now
sure that she is simply embarrassed about sex. "About ten days
ago.", she says.

	You smile at her. "Please remove all of your clothes
immediately.", you tell her. Her face becomes even more flushed
and you can see her hands shaking as she begins undoing the
buttons to her blouse. It is soon removed to reveal two
beautiful breasts. Margie is a petite woman and her breasts are
not large but they are very firm and are topped with wide, pink
nipples. 'Someone is going to enjoy licking and biting those
nipples today', you think.

	Her skirt follows and you see that despite your standing
instructions, her pussy is not shaved. It is, instead covered a
blond furry patch of hair. A moment later she is standing again,
now completely naked.

	"Please place your hands above your head.", you say.
Margie does so. Her breasts are now stretched against her body
and her nipples have begun to get hard, sticking out from her
firm mounds. You get up and begin walking around her. Her ass is
perfect. It is round and firm and you run your hand across it
carressingly. Margie gasps at this first touch. As you walk in
front of her, still standing with her hands clasped on top of
her head, your hand moves to her breasts. You gently stroke the
left one, your fingertips barely touch the now turgid nipple
which sticks out from her body about a half-inch. It rises a
little further into your hand and Margie closes her eyes as she
enjoys the sensations. You grasp the right nipple gently between
your fingers. As you look closely into her face, you slowly
begin squeezing it harder and harder looking to see her
expression. Her breathing gets harder and harder until she is
gasping. You let go of her nipple and look to see it dark pink
and hard like a little penis sticking out from her right breast.


	"How do you like your nipples pinched Margie?", you ask
her, "Do you like it gentle or hard?".

	Margie's voice is almost a whisper as you hear her say,
"I like it very hard." You smile.

	You sit back down at your desk and ring for Andrew.
Andrew walks in immediately. He is a huge black man standing
easily 6'2". He looks like he should be playing football but he
is, in fact, one of the best masseurs you have ever met. Margie
is mortified by his presence. She goes to cover herself up with
her hands.

	"Put your hands back up on your head young lady!", you
say. Reluctantly, she does so. Andrew smiles as his eyes seem to
eat the young blond up.

	"Andrew, I say, "please take care of Margie. Her pussy
is to be shaved and I want you to give her a thorough massage."

	"Yes Miss.", says Andrew.

	Margie is led over to the massage table in the corner of
the room and lies down on her back. Andrew fastens leather cuffs
to her wrists and ankles and quickly and efficiently restrains
her to the table so that her hands are stretched to the top and
her legs are wide apart.

	"She is already wet Miss.", says Andrew. You look down
and see that it is true. Margie's own juices have soaked her
long pink pussy lips and the hair that covers them. Margie is
humiliated beyond belief. She turns her head to the side in
shame. 'Your treatment seems to be working', you think to
yourself.

	Andrew quickly cuts most of her pubic hair away with a
pair of scissors and then gently lays a towel soaked in hot
water on her pussy. Margie gasps as the heat soaks into the
already warm area. When that towel becomes cool, Andrew replaces
it with another. Within a couple of minutes, Margie's hips are
squirming slightly on the table. Andrew removes the towel and
begins shaving her pussy with a razor. Margie cannot help
squirming as his large black hands manipulate the sensitive
area. She gasps quietly as he pulls first one then the other lip
tight to allow him to shave everywhere. Soon it is done.  Her
prominent mound is beautiful. It frames her long, pink inner
lips perfectly. They are now hot and dark from the manipulations
they have received.

	Andrew releases her legs from their restraints and turns
her over on the table. His fills his huge hands with oil and
begins rubbing her back in long full strokes. His hands move
down from her neck and up from her feet until she is covered in
warm oil. Margie has been moaning contentedly with the sensation
of this massage and is now thoroughly relaxed.

	Andrew slowly and sensuously rubs oil into her white
buttocks, clearly defined by her bikini tan line. His hands
delve deeper into the cleavage between her cheeks and his strong
fingers soon find her puckered hole. She gasps and her head
raises up as Andrew penetrates her bottom with one long oiled
finger. The hot oil has its effect, however, and soon his finger
is sliding in and out of her ass in long, full strokes.  She
doesn't resist as his hands gently spread her legs.  Standing
behind her as you are you can see her pussy perfectly framed
from behind. Andrew's hands move lower and soon he is oiling her
large pussy lips from behind.

	Andrew rolls her over and begins massaging her breasts.
Margie is openly moaning now. You can see that her eyes are
closed and her body continues to wriggle on the table as she
feels herself being touched by this large, virile man. He pulls
her sensitive nipples over and over again with his slippery
fingers and she arches her back to get them closer to him. His
hands move over her belly and down to where she now wants them
to be.

	"Please let me come.", she says. Andrew looks at you and
you shake your head. He now starts a kind of teasing. He rubs
her pussy lips and occasionally slides a slippery finger across
her clitoris. It feels to Margie like her clitoris is on fire.

	She pulls at the straps around her wrists trying to get
free. Her clitoris is now covered in a mixture of her own juices
an oil and whenever Andrew touches it, it is like rolling a
marble around in a pool of oil. Margie's hips buck upwards in an
effort to get the relief she craves but whenever she gets close,
Andrew stops. The action is almost too much for you.  Your hands
have been playing with your own pussy and nipples since the
beginning and you have had about 3 orgasms so far.

	You hand Andrew a thin vibrator and he gently inserts it
into Margie's bottom. She lets out a little cry and begs you to
turn it on. You take your own vibrator and begin sliding it in
and out of your own soaking pussy. Andrew now removes his own
clothes and gets up on the table. His cock is huge but in the
state Margie is in, you are sure it is just what she wants. His
cock pauses at the entrance of her white shaved pussy, just
touching the lips. Margie is pleading with him to push it in. He
slides the large knob of the head into her, parting her long,
pink lips to the side with it. Margie gasps at the feeling and
closes her eyes. Andrew looks over at you for the final ok to
give her the relief she is begging for.

	You reach down under them and turn on the vibrator now
lodged firmly in her bottom and tell Andrew to go ahead. He
starts pumping into her for all she's worth and Margie screams
in pleasure. She begins coming almost immediately in an orgasm
that will last for a couple of minutes. The contrast of his
ebony black cock sliding into her pristine white pussy is too
much for you. You pump your own vibrator into your pussy for
your fourth mind-blowing orgasm of the day. Andrew comes a
moment later and soon you have all calmed down and are sitting
on the floor of the office having a drink. You are all
exhausted. Margie is still covered in oil and is leaning against
the wall.

	She looks right at you, no longer concerned about her
nakedness, "Thank you.", she says, "I had no idea that it could
be this good. I think I'm going to like the rest of my stay here
and I want you to know that you can 'discipline' me anytime."
You all laugh as your mind turns to what adventures tomorrow
might bring.

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