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The New Head of St. Bartholomew's - Book 2
==========================================

After a very long delay, the second part - very long and slow - you
have been warned!

Chapter 1 - The biology teacher and the tape
============================================

I'd barely had time to gather my thoughts when there was a knock at the
door and without waiting to be prompted, Miss Wilson, the biology 
teacher, entered my office. Miss Wilson was a tall, slender, blonde 
woman in her mid-thirties. She was always smartly dressed and had an 
air about her which could sometimes intimidate people. Perhaps this was 
just down to the combination of her good looks and cool manner, who 
could say?

Whatever the reason she intimidated others, there was a good reason 
why, at this moment, she intimidated me. She had after all, in her 
possession, a video tape showing me and the games teacher, Mr. Cooke 
in a compromising situation with a naked, 14 year-old pupil of the 
school. I decided there was nothing for it, but to listen to what she 
had to say and do whatever she asked, within reason. If that tape got 
out to a wider audience both myself and Paul would be in serious 
trouble.

"Hello headmaster," she said, closing the door behind her and smiling 
as she walked towards the desk.

"Miss. Wilson, a pleasure to see you again."

At this she smiled even more and sat down in the chair across the desk
from me. 

"I can see that you're worried," she said, crossing her long legs and
leaning forward to put the video tape on the desk, "probably about 
this."

"Well..." I stammered unable to think of what else to say, "yes."

"I just want to try and convince you that you don't have to be worried 
about me," she continued calmly, "that's why I'm here and that's why 
I'm giving you the tape back. Don't worry, I haven't copied it."

"Miss Wilson," I replied, trying to find a foothold in the 
conversation, but still floundering.

"Please, call me Nicky."

"Er, okay, Nicky, I...you've clearly seen the tape and that means that 
we're completely at your mercy, but you said some, er...unusual things 
on the phone.  Perhaps you can tell me what you want from me?"

She smiled again at this and leaned forward slightly as though 
whispering to a co-conspirator, "quite simply, I want in."

"You want in?" I asked, knowing that she had said this before, but 
still unable to believe it.

"Yes," she replied, "I watched the tape and at first I was shocked, but 
only because of the surprise, not at what I was seeing. I found what 
you and Mr. Cooke were doing on the tape with Louise extremely 
exciting, but as I said before - it could have been a lot better."

She looked like she expected me to say something, but I was lost for 
words so she continued.

"Let me explain. You'll probably be surprised to hear that I was 
excited by the tape. Now it is not just because I like to see 
naked, cute schoolgirls, although of course that's not unpleasant. 
It's quite a complicated combination of things for me. I love their
innocence and purity and their trusting nature. I love their young
bodies and smooth skin and the way that they try and pretend they are
older than they really are and know more about the world than they do.
What really gets me though is when you combine all of these factors and
then bring men into the picture. Take an innocent young girl,
just starting to come of age, not yet aware of how men are starting to 
look at her. Combine this with an environment where the girl doesn't 
get to meet many males other than authority figures who she both fears 
and looks up to. Add clothing which reinforces all of the features I've 
mentioned and then put that girl, with dozens of her friends in an 
isolated location with just a few men (and okay a few women too) in 
charge of them. Just thinking about how the men must feel in that 
situation, imagining what they want to do with the girls, gets me very, 
very excited. The thought of actually being around and helping when the 
men act out their fantasies for real makes me feel...well I think you 
can probably guess how it makes me feel."

Nicky paused again before asking, "What do you think?"

I wasn't sure what to think. What she was saying just sounded too good
to be true. Here was a beautiful woman saying that she wanted to help
out with whatever plans we devised to enjoy ourselves with the girls.
More than that, she was getting off just on the idea of it. As she was
explaining her motivations to me her eyes were shining and one of her
hands fluttered over her lap, seemingly wanting to relieve some of the
excitement she was describing.

Still there was a part of me which was screaming not to trust her, but 
the temptation of having Nicky involved the next time we decided to 
"punish" a girl was just too great. I could already envisage how much 
easier it would be to persuade the girls to lose their inhibitions if 
the instructions were coming from a female teacher.

Nicky simply smiled at me as these thoughts raced through my head. We 
both knew there was only one answer I could give and so I gave it,
"Okay, Miss Wilson, you're in...although I'm not sure what that means,
for either of us!"

She leaped to her feet at this, taking me by surprise, "Excellent! 
Believe me headmaster, you won't regret it, we are all going to enjoy
this so much!"

"So, what happens now Miss Wilson?" I asked.

"Well, I have a few ideas," she answered, "and please call me Nicky,
except when we're around the girls of course. I don't want to take
over Headmaster, I think you should be in charge - it is your job
after all, but why don't I think on it for a while and let you know
when an opportunity arises?"

"Okay, Nicky, that sounds like a plan." I said, trying to give the
impression that I had regained some control of the situation. "Do
you want to tell Paul or should I?"

She cast me an amused look as she turned to leave, "I think I'll tell
him. It was great fun breaking the news about the tape to you, I'd
like to do it with him too, okay?"

"Fine by me," I answered. As the door closed behind Nicky, I 
collapsed back into my seat and let out a huge sigh. What was I getting
myself into? Getting caught by Nicky so easily had been a stupid 
mistake and now I had to completely trust her to not to make a mistake
that would land us all in deep trouble. Despite all these worries my
cock was straining inside my trousers at the thought of Nicky helping 
me and Paul with the disciplining of the girls.

Chapter 2 - The chairman of the board
=====================================

The next day I was almost late for work after a restless night spent 
dreaming about Miss Wilson supervising and getting very excited as I 
spanked numerous naked and wriggling girls. Paul had phoned me 
in the evening to recount how Nicky had told him about the tape,
enjoying every minute of his discomfort, but promising him that he
wouldn't regret her finding out about it.

My mind was still awhirl when my secretary stepped into the office to 
run through the day's appointments so it didn't register immediately
that she was telling me that Emma's father had requested an urgent
meeting with me that afternoon. Another momentary panic passed until my 
secretary gave me more details. Apparently Dr. Williams had 
reached the end of his tether with his daughter misbehaving and causing
trouble and he wanted to discuss the problem with me. I was immediately
intrigued by the situation and decided to speak to Nicky about it to 
see if she had any ideas.

Over coffee I told Nicky the story of how I had given Emma a brief
spanking and the effect this had had on both her and Louise. Deciding 
that there wasn't much point in keeping any secrets on the matter I 
also told her that Paul and I had made the girls go through their gym 
lesson topless as additional punishment. Nicky was enthralled by this 
and when I was finished told me how much she would have liked to have 
been there to see it. If I had still had any lingering doubts at this
point, then the way she said this dispelled them completely.

Together we slowly hatched a plan for that afternoon which would allow
us to test the water with how far we would be able to go with the
beautiful Emma. 

Everything was in place when Dr. Williams arrived for his appointment
later in the day. Nicky had brought various bits and pieces up to
the meeting room adjoining my office. As I showed Dr. Williams
through to my office, Nicky left to fetch Emma from her class.

Taking seats in my office I asked a very tired-looking Dr. Williams 
what the problem was.

"Well, where should I begin?" he answered. "I just don't know what
to do with Emma any more. She's rude and surly, she treats both myself
and her mother like dirt. When she comes home at the weekend she
stays out till whenever she feels like it with her friends. The list
goes on, but the basic problem is that I think we've spoiled her too 
much and now she thinks she can get away with anything."

He let out a long sigh and paused before continuing.

"One of the reasons I was so keen on awarding the Head's position to
you was because of your record as a strict disciplinarian and I 
thought that perhaps..."

He paused again and I decided to help him out, "...you thought that
perhaps I would be able to help you out with your own discipline
problems with your daughter?"

Dr. Williams hesitated as though he didn't want to admit it, but then
nodded and said, "yes, you're right, I thought that maybe you
would be able to help us out."

"Dr. Williams," I said, "I think I might just be able to help you
out with your problems, but it is not going to be easy and it is 
probably not going to be quick. How badly do you want to sort out
your problems with Emma?"

At this point, Dr. Williams actually looked as though he might 
start crying, but he took a deep breath before anwering.

"If truth be told, my marriage is in serious danger because of the
rows Emma is causing at home and my work is suffering as a result.
I know it probably sounds ridiculous for a man in my position to
be caused so many problems by a teenage girl, but ..." He stopped
talking again and let out another long sigh.

"I don't think it is ridiculous at all, in fact it is surprisingly
common. It sounds to me like we need to do something about Emma's
behaviour and do it now. The only question I really have is how
far you're willing to go to sort out the problem?"

"Well, as far as it takes to be honest," he answered.

"Okay," I said, "but I must warn you that some of our punishment
techniques might seem unusual..."

"What do you mean unusual? I don't want anything to hurt Emma."

"No of course not," I reassured him, "nothing we do here will hurt the
girls in the long term, but to address some of the discipline problems 
that we encounter we find that often some short term discomfort 
produces the best results. We combine this with an approach which 
provides a subtle element of payback for anyone who has been upset by 
the girl's behaviour. Subconsciously when the girl next meets the person 
she has wronged she seems to sense this, reinforcing her punishment and 
helping to prevent her from misbehaving again."

Dr. Williams leaned forward slightly in his chair at hearing this - 
exactly the reaction I was hoping for. The approach I was describing was 
one that Nicky had proposed to me this afternoon, but to get it to work 
I had to try and persuade Dr. Williams that it was a tried and tested 
means of getting results. He seemed to have perked up considerably as 
a result of my brief description of the punishment. I decided to 
continue.

"I can see that you're perhaps still not convinced and I can understand
that it might sound slightly strange, but in my previous post we had
remarkable success in helping girls with problems much worse than 
Emma's."

"Well, it does sound...er...unusual," he answered, "but I suppose if it 
works it would be worth trying. What exactly does it involve?"

"At its heart it is basically corporal punishment, spanking and so 
forth.  However, as you pointed out earlier, most modern girls are 
spoiled by their parents and in many cases have rampant egos which make 
them very hard to control. We find that if we combine the physical 
punishment with some form of moderate psychological humiliation then 
this helps to break down the built-up lack of respect for authority."

"Humiliation?" Dr. Williams asked, looking slightly less certain than 
before.

"Well, perhaps that's too strong a word. Maybe 'conditioning' is a 
better one. No, on second thoughts, humiliation is the right description. 
We use techniques to make the girl feel humiliated that she is being 
punished.  Combined with the temporary pain of the spanking this creates 
a very strong impression on a young girl's mind which reinforces the 
message that the disciplining is trying to convey. The girls are never 
keen to come back for a second lot of punishment, although often it 
takes many sessions before the worst cases show improvement."

"I see," he said, still clearly having second thoughts, "and the 
element of payback that you mentioned?"

"The payback element is achieved by having whoever the girl has 
offended involved with the punishment. Sometimes actively involved, in 
a manner which doesn't allow the girl to see who it is who is punishing 
her. Sometimes passively involved as an observer, it depends on the 
individual circumstances."

I could see immediately that Emma's father was once again intrigued by 
my suggestions. It seemed that as well as wanting his daughter taught 
a sense of discipline, he wouldn't mind getting a bit of his own back 
for all the pain that she had caused him over the years. This was 
going just as Nicky had predicted it would!

"So, Dr. Williams, I think we need to draw this discussion to a close. 
I have a simple proposal for you. My colleague Miss Wilson has gone to 
fetch your daughter from her classroom to be punished for various acts 
that she has committed over the last few days. She will be punished in 
the room through that door." I pointed to the door behind him and 
continued, "I propose that we leave the door slightly ajar so that you 
can see what is happening. As part of her punishment we will be 
blindfolding Emma so there is no way she will know that you are here. 
Once we've started I'll signal you and if you want you can come into 
the room and participate, if not you can either continue watching or 
close the door. Whatever you choose though, I must insist that once we 
begin, you allow us to continue through to the natural conclusion.  
What do you think?"

A few moments passed in silence as Dr. Williams considered what I had 
just said and then he slowly nodded before answering, "we have to do 
what is best for both me and my daughter, however difficult it might be. 
I will entrust her to your care Headmaster."

"Thank you sir, you won't regret it. Now let us get in position as Emma
should be here any minute now."

Chapter 3 - The chairman's daughter
===================================

Five minutes later, a defiant Emma was standing before me in the next 
room.  In the days since I had punished her at the gym it seemed that 
her behaviour had worsened dramatically. She had been involved in fights 
with other girls, had been rude to various staff members and had finally 
been caught stealing from the school tuck shop. Various minor 
punishments had been dealt out by other teachers, but ultimately it was 
inevitable that she would be brought to my attention again, behaving 
like this. It was tempting to think that perhaps Emma had a secret 
desire to be properly punished again after the effect that her initial 
spanking had on her. Looking at the cold stare on her face pushed this 
possibility to the back of my mind - it seemed that perhaps she simply 
needed putting in her place.

I met her stare and looked her up and down slowly and calmly. She 
really was a remarkably beautiful girl, her blonde hair drawn back into 
a pony tail, her blue eyes daring me to say something, her pretty mouth 
alternating between pouting at me and trying not to smirk. For some 
reason she seemed to think that because Nicky was here with us then she 
was safe. Emma had her hands clasped behind her back and was bouncing 
up and down on her toes, revealing that perhaps she was not as confident 
as she was trying to appear. She was wearing the standard uniform, but 
modified slightly to try to appear rebellious.  Her school tie was tied 
to be very short and her pleated blue skirt had been altered to be 
several inches above her knees. Her white blouse was loose rather than 
tucked into her skirt as it should be. I looked down at her long legs 
and noted that her white socks were also rolled down rather than pulled 
up smartly. Her appearance was topped off by a pair of fashionable
trainers rather than the school-issue plimsoles. Overall her appearance 
was perfect for what we had in mind - she stood before me dressed as the 
typical rebellious schoolgirl, not knowing that she was about to be 
taken down a peg or two.  From this perspective it was hard for me to be 
angry about how she was dressed, but I had to try.

"Well, Emma, I see that you don't appear to have learned very much 
since your last punishment in the gym."

As I said this she immediately seemed to lose some of her 
self-confidence, obviously not thinking that I would mention this with a 
female member of staff present. She pulled herself together though and 
looked at me with a hard stare.

"I don't know what you mean sir."

"I think you do Emma," I replied, "and this time I'm afraid you're 
not going to get away with it so easily. No, I'm sorry, but this time 
you have gone too far."

Now she looked a little bit afraid, but also puzzled. Clearly she still 
expected nothing more than a telling-off. She opened her mouth to 
speak, but I cut her off.

"I'm not interested in hearing any of your excuses young girl. You've 
been nothing but trouble for the last two weeks and now you have the 
temerity to turn up in my office dressed like a tramp. I'm sorry, but it 
simply won't do."

"But sir..."

"No!" I shouted, "I don't want to hear it." I stood up and walked 
around the desk towards her. She looked nervously over her shoulder at 
Nicky, seeking some reassurance.

"It's no use looking at me Emma," Miss Wilson told her, "I agree 
completely with the headmaster. You've gotten too big for your boots and 
the only solution is for you to be properly punished. You're fifteen years
old for goodness sake, you should know how to behave by now."

The fight seemed to almost immediately leave Emma at this point, a look 
of fear coming into her eyes. I walked over and stood right in front of 
her. The top of her head just about reached my chin so she had to tilt 
her head back to look up at me when I stood this close. 

"Sir, I'm sorry..." she said, dropping her gaze and looking at her 
feet. 

I reached out and gently raised her chin so that she was looking at me 
again.  "Emma, you have been an extremely disruptive influence over the 
last two weeks.  It's good that you say you're sorry, but it's not 
enough and I'm not sure I even believe you when you say it. No, this 
time you're going to get the punishment that you deserve."

She tried to back away slightly when I said this, but I held her chin 
tightly to prevent this. I smiled in response to her frightened gaze. 

"This time you're going to get a proper spanking."

"What?" she cried, this time breaking free and turning to look at Miss 
Wilson, "but Miss, you know that's not allowed, you can't let him do 
this."

"Hush Emma," Nicky told her, "it's for your own good and he's the
headmaster - he can do what he likes."

Emma gasped in disbelief on hearing this and stuttered, "but...but it's
not allowed."

I grabbed her chin again and turned her head firmly to face me, "Emma, 
it is allowed and it's going to happen. You have two choices, either 
accept your punishment and get it over with or fight us and have it take 
twice as long and be twice as bad."

Tears were welling in the corners of her eyes as she hissed at me, "I'm 
going to tell my father about this, he'll tell the school board and 
you'll get sacked."

"Emma, I've told you before. I have the full backing of the board and 
your father and they approve of my methods of punishing disobedient 
girls.  In fact just to ensure that you finally come around to believing 
this, I have a surprise for you. A member of the school's board of 
governers will be joining us shortly to witness your spanking. He will 
be reporting back to the board on the effectiveness of the new approach 
to discipline here."

Now her eyes opened wide with shock. Not only was I going to spank her 
in front of another teacher, but now another man was going to come in 
and watch too.

"But...how...who?" she finally managed to ask.

"You don't need to know that," I told her, "and to ensure that our 
observer remains anonymous you will be blindfolded for the duration of 
your spanking."

"No, you can't do this!" Emma cried.

"Emma, you're starting to sound repetitive," I chided her, "I've 
already told you what is going to happen. I will not be argued with or 
contradicted by you. If you insist on talking back to me then we will 
spank you longer and harder, until you get the message that you must do 
what you are told.  Do you understand me?"

She looked at me in silence and disbelief so I prompted her again, this
time more loudly, "do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," she whispered. I let go of her chin and she dropped her head
to look at the floor.

"Excellent," I told her, "right let's get started. Miss Wilson, would 
you come over here and see about getting Emma blindfolded please?"

Chapter 4 - A naked schoolgirl
==============================

Emma turned to look at Nicky as she approached, "please miss..." she 
began, but Nicky cut her off abruptly.

"Turn around Emma and be quiet unless you are spoken to."

Emma turned to face me again. She had now lost all her earlier 
confidence and appeared to be about to start sobbing. I gently took hold 
of both her hands and leaned back on the edge of the desk behind me.

"You have to be a brave girl now Emma," I told her, "get this over and 
done with and everything will be okay again."

She let out a small sob at this point and started to look up at me, but 
then Nicky positioned the blindfold over the young girl's eyes, drew it 
tight and fastened it behind her head, tugging gently to ensure that it 
wouldn't slip.

"That's good Emma," I said, quickly waving a hand in front of her face 
to see if she would flinch. She didn't so I felt sure that she couldn't 
see through the blindfold.

"Now, I'll just leave you with Miss Wilson for a moment," I told Emma, 
"she will finish getting you ready."

"What do you mean?" Emma whispered, her voice breaking into a sob.

"You'll see," I said, gently stroking a few loose hairs away from her 
pretty face.

I walked over to the doorway where Dr. Williams was observing 
proceedings.  He was watching intently through the small gap between 
door and frame.  I pushed the door open wide and whispered to him, 
"okay to continue?"

He looked at me then glanced over my shoulder with eyes widening and 
nodded silently. I turned back to see what had grabbed his attention 
and saw Miss Wilson unfastening the final button of Emma's blouse. 
Emma struggled slightly and Nicky leaned to whisper something into her 
ear. Whatever it was that she said, The result was that Emma became 
still and Nicky took hold of her by the shoulders and gently turned
her so that she faced the doorway. Nicky then reached around in front 
of Emma and slowly opened her unbuttoned blouse.

I watched with Dr. Williams as Nicky slowly opened his daughter's 
blouse, pulled it back over her shoulders and slid it down her arms. 
Emma's small, but very shapely breasts were covered by a white, cotton 
bra and her loosened tie hung down between them. I was incredibly turned
on by the sight and we had only just begun. Nicky finished removing
Emma's blouse, rested her hands gently on the girl's shoulders and 
smiled at me - she knew how much I was enjoying this. 

Emma was visibly trembling and her head was down, whilst beside me I 
could hear her father breathing more heavily. It seemed like maybe he
was going to really enjoy this as well. I turned to him and whispered,
"I know this seem a bit odd, but it is perfectly natural for you to be
aroused by the punishment. In fact that is the usual reaction and
nothing to be embarrassed about."

He looked at me, nodded silently and then turned to see what would happen 
next.

What did happen next was that Nicky reached for the clasp of Emma's 
skirt and unfastened this. Emma moaned quietly and looked as though she 
was going to try and resist, but didn't. Nicky looked up at me as she
unwrapped the young girl's skirt and slowly slid it out of the way.
Emma was now standing there in just her white bra and knickers, school
tie and white ankle socks and trainers. I was slightly disappointed that
her rebellion had not stretched to more exotic underwear, but on the 
other hand, seeing her dressed like this, reduced to an innocent, 
little girl from teenage rebel was a beautiful sight. I
risked a glance at Dr. Williams' crotch and noticed that he was very
visibly aroused by what he was seeing too. I caught Nicky's eye and
so she leaned forward and whispered something else in Emma's ear.

"No, miss, please, don't," sobbed Emma, but she didn't fight as Nicky
unfastened the clasp on the girl's bra and slipped the straps down her
arms. As the bra fell away, this seemed to be too much for Emma and,
she moved her hands to cover her breasts from our view. Nicky noticed,
but I liked the image it presented, of the teenage girl desperately 
trying to cover herself. I shook my head and Nicky seemed to understand
what I meant, laying the bra on top of the small pile made up of Emma's 
discarded school uniform and letting the girl cover herself. The brief
glimpse of her breasts that we had seen before Emma covered them caused 
my cock to get even harder.

I decided that it was time to increase Emma's discomfort and 
whispered to her father, "shall we go in?" He looked at me with a 
glazed look in his eye, swallowed and nodded. I made a point of
noisily pushing the door wide open and walked in (with some difficulty
due to my excitement). Dr. Williams followed sheepishly behind me,
clearly not wanting Nicky to notice his excitement.

On hearing us come in Emma began to sob again and tried to curl herself
up so that we couldn't see her.

"Careful, Emma," I said, forcing my voice to be calm, "you'll bang 
your head on a desk or something and that's not the sort of
punishment we want, is it?"

Nicky reached and grabbed Emma under her arms, pulling her back to her
feet. She stood, just in front of us, her hands still covering her
budding breasts.

"That's better," I said, "now Miss Wilson, I think we should dispense
with the knickers too, they'll only get in the way."

"Noo, please, don't!" cried Emma, finding her voice at last. She grabbed
for the waistband of her knickers with one hand, trying - and failing - 
to keep both her breasts covered with the other.

I stood admiring her, waiting for her to calm down slightly. She was 
twisting about as though caught in a trap, but was too afraid to 
actually move from where she was standing. It was captivating, watching
this slender, young girl, twisting from side to side, trying to get up
the courage to move, her every movement showing off more of her body.
As a result of her predicament she was using her right hand to cover
her left breast and trying to use her arm to cover her right breast.
She was holding the waistband of her knickers tightly in her left hand
and as a result had pulled the material tightly up between her legs.
Her right breast occasionally slipped free as she moved, revealing to us 
her small, hard, pink nipple.

Once she had stopped wriggling so much I mimed an action to Nicky who
was still standing behind her. Nicky nodded and quickly gave Emma a 
single, hard slap on her bottom. The unexpected nature of the slap must
have increased its effect as Emaa shrieked and immediately gave up
trying to hide herself, instead grabbing her injured bottom with both
hands.

"Grab her hands," I said to Nicky,who immediately did so, pulling Emma
upright, her sobbing now louder than ever before. Now we had a perfect
view of her firm, teenage breasts with nipples that looked incredibly
hard. Emma started trying to fight Nicky's grip, twisting from side to
side. I shouted at her to stop and then again, louder. This did the
trick and she stopped fighting, then, breathing hard, looked in the 
direction that my voice had come from.

"You can't do this, you perverts!" she said, "I'll go to the police."

"Now, Emma, I thought you had decided to take your punishment as the
young adult that you are rather than acting like a spoiled child."

"You can't..." she began again.

"Yes, we can," I interrupted, "and if you don't stop fighting me then
your punishment will be far worse. If you don't like the idea of 
being punished in front of myself, Miss Wilson and our esteemed 
observer from the board then how do you like the idea of us repeating
this punishment with the whole school watching. I think many of your
little friends would enjoy the high and mighty Emma Williams stripped
naked up on the school stage and spanked for all to see."

"You wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't I?" I interrupted again. You keep forgetting that I have the 
full backing of the school board and the prime reason for giving me the
job was to control young tearaways like yourself. Now, you may find the
punishment embarrassing and painful, but that is why it is called 
punishment." 

"We don't enjoy this any more than you do," I lied, "but believe me when
I say that the harder you fight me, the more you will be punished. Now
stop fighting and stand still!"

I shouted this last command at her and she froze then started to tremble
again.

"Good," I said, "it seems that we finally understand each other."

"Yes sir," she whispered,"but, would...would you really do that?"

"Do what?" I asked her.

"Make me go up on stage naked...in front of everybody? All of the
teachers and everyone?"

"Of course I would," I answered, "don't doubt that for a minute. For
now though the rules are more basic. For each instance that you don't
obey me or if one of us asks a question and we don't think that you are
answering quickly enough or truthfully we will give you ten additional
strokes of the paddle. Do you understand?"

Emma had her head down again and seemed suddenly pre-occupied.

"Emma, if you don't answer me immediately then it will be ten more 
strokes of the paddle for you. Do you understand me?"

"I think so sir, but I don't know what a paddle is," she answered quickly.

"That's better," I said, "you'll find out what a paddle is very soon. 
Now, the first thing that's going to happen is that Miss Wilson is going 
to let go of your hands and you're not going to fight any more are you?"

"No sir." This time without any delay.

I nodded to Nicky and she let go of Emma's hands. Emma immediately
brought her hands up in front to try and cover herself then seemed to 
think better of it, her hands fluttering in front of her naked breasts
for a moment before eventually settling by her sides.

"That's good Emma," I told her, "now, we're going to spank you. It will
hurt, I'm not going to lie, but it will be over quite quickly. In order
for us to do this properly we need to do it with your knickers off, so 
please remove them for us now."

Emma hesitated again at this command.

"This is the last time I will ask you to do something twice," I told her,
"the next time it will mean a longer and harder spanking for you."

"Okay," she whispered, "I'll do it." With this she hooked her fingers 
inside the waistband of her knickers and quickly pulled them down. She
then kicked them off, stumbling slightly as they caught on one of her
trainers. As Emma stood again, hunching slightly in embarrassment, Nicky
bent over and picked up her knickers.

"No need to be embarrassed Emma," I told her, "you're a very pretty 
girl."

Emma visibly tried to relax and forced her hands to stay by her sides,
but she was still trembling and moving her head from side to side as
though this would help her work out what was going to happen next.
We gazed on her almost naked, teenage body for a moment.  The blindfold,
loosened school tie, white ankle socks and white trainers covered 
nothing and in fact just served to emphasise the rest of her body:
the long, slender legs; the sparse covering of fair hair over her pussy;
her petite breasts with noticeably erect nipples. Emma's skin was
pale and smooth and her long, blonde hair was tied up in a pony tail.
The urge to touch her was overwhelming, but I forced these desires away.
Her father next to me seemed to be almost salivating as he looked at
her. I hadn't expected to see such an extreme reaction from
him, but even though he was clearly enjoying things I imagined that
his mood might change quite quickly if I started to touch his daughter
in an overtly sexual way. It turned out that this assumption on my part
was completely wrong, but I wasn't to know this at the time!

"Okay," I said, breaking the spell, "Miss Wilson, can you lead Emma over
to the desk here and hold her hands for me?"

Emma whimpered when she heard this, but she allowed Nicky to guide
her over to the desk that I had indicated. Nicky positioned Emma so that 
she was standing flush up against the desk and facing it. She then
placed a hand on the young girl's back and pressed forward. Emma took the
hint and leaned over, reaching for the surface of the desk with her hands.
The desk was just about perfect in height as it forced Emma to stand
slightly on tiptoes in order for her to comfortably lean over it.
Emma tried to make herself more comfortable by supporting herself with
her hands, but Nicky walked around the other side of the table, took
hold of both of her hands and pulled her arms gently straight so that
Emma's body was resting flat against the table and her bottom was 
raised slightly, forcing her to stretch even more onto her tiptoes.

I motioned to Dr. Williams to walk around to Emma's right-hand side,
where he would have a good view. He walked slowly around the desk,
trying to hide the very obvious bulge in his trousers from our view.

With a lingering look at the naked girl stretched across the table I 
turned to pick up the paddle I intended to use.

Chapter 5 - The spanking
========================

I placed the paddle gently against Emma's pert, upraised bottom and she
flinched as it made contact.

"Okay Emma," I said, "we will begin with 5 strokes of the paddle as
punishment for the way you have flouted school uniform regulations."

Without giving her any time to think about it I drew the paddle back and
slapped it across her bottom. I didn't use very much force for the first
stroke, but she still let out a cry and hunched up as much as her 
position and Nicky's hold on her hands would allow. As soon as she had
recovered from the shock, Emma began to relax slightly and at this point
I hit her with the second, slightly harder stroke. The sound of the slap
and Emma's cry of "Ow!" echoed around the room.

Now that she had become slightly accustomed to the spanking I delivered
the next three strokes in short succession, all of them with slightly
more force than the first two. The plan was not to spank Emma too hard
as this would mean that we would have to stop too soon. Instead I was 
aiming for a larger number of moderately painful strokes.

When I had done, Emma was sobbing gently, but after a single deep breath
she seemed to get herself back under control. I stepped nearer to have 
a closer look at her bottom. It was turning a pale shade of pink, but
otherwise was undamaged and still looked perfect. I looked over at
her father who seemed to be trying to get a closer look so I beckoned
him over. He took a couple of steps nearer to his naked daughter and
admired her pink bottom, her buttocks and upper thighs stretched taut by 
the slightly uncomfortable position she was in. Amazingly Dr. Williams
moved as though he was going to touch the gently glowing skin, but 
stopped himself. I swapped a quick glance with Nicky - it seemed as
though we might be able to take this further than I had imagined.

"Now, Emma, can I expect to see you wearing the correct school uniform
from now on?"

"Yes, sir," she answered in a quiet voice, letting out a deep sigh and
relaxing slightly. The poor girl thought that we were finished.

"I'm just going to check that we haven't caused you any damage before
we continue," I said.

"Continue?" she asked, her voice wavering.

"Oh, yes, I'm afraid we are far from finished yet."

Emma let out a little moan upon hearing this bad news. She then 
flinched again as I finally did what I had wanted to do ever since 
Nicky had started to strip her, and reached out to touch her naked 
body. I gently rested the palm of my hand on the cheek of her bottom,
feeling the warmth raised by the earlier spanking. I stroked her
bottom very gently, marvelling at the softness of her skin as I looked
over the young girl's naked body to Nicky who was still holding Emma's
hands to keep her from moving. Emma made a slightly different noise
as I gently stroked her exposed flesh.

"And if our observer would like to double check that everything is okay."
I said, turning to Dr. Williams. He looked briefly stunned, but only
hesitated for a split second before placing his hand next to mine on
his daughter's naked bottom. Emma wriggled slightly and very quietly
gasped something that might have been "Oh no" under her breath. Her
father stroked her for a moment as I had done, his breathing loud and
his excitement obvious.

"Time to continue," I said and stood back. Dr. Williams reluctantly 
did the same and returned to where he was standing previously. 

"No, don't, please," begged Emma, "I'll behave, I promise."

"Too late for that, I'm afraid," I told her, "the next five strokes are
for stealing from the tuck shop."

Before she could protest again I began with the next five strokes. 
Again these were hard enough so that she would definitely be feeling
them, but not hard enough to really hurt her. Emma flinched with
each stroke and her bottom began to glow a slightly deeper shade of
pink. Her naked body arched slightly each time the paddle made contact.

Once I had finished I again stepped forward and ran my hand over her
smooth, warm, skin. Her father moved forward without prompting and did
the same. Emma's quiet sobs were again punctuated with a couple of 
small gasps as each of us placed a hand on her.

After a minute or so we stepped back again and I administered another 
five strokes for another of her offences and we repeated the 
"examination" again. Now, a change in Emma's reactions was becoming 
more apparent. She was still sobbing with the pain I was inflicting on
her naked behind, but as each of us placed a hand on her rosy skin
and gently stroked she made an audible gasp and flexed her legs,
raising her bottom even higher for a moment. Clearly this was an
involuntary response, but it showed me what I was hoping to see.
Emma was getting excited about the situation and even though the
spanking was hurting her, she was enjoying it. 

Suddenly things clicked into place for me. Her reaction to my threat to 
spank her, naked in front of the whole school and the way she was 
getting excited now told me that it was probably a combination of the 
spanking and being exposed that was exciting her. I glanced again
at Dr. Williams, gently stroking the naked behind of his fifteen 
year-old daughter, his trousers tented with a huge erection. I looked
at Nicky and saw her looking back at me with shining eyes. She was
really enjoying this too, but she had told me about what she really
wanted to do with the young girl, given the opportunity. I decided
that we should risk taking Emma's punishment to the next level.

"Okay Emma," I said, "just five more strokes, then we can move to the 
final part of the punishment, okay?"

She didn't respond so I gently slapped her bottom with the palm of my 
hand. Her firm flesh rippled appealingly as I did this and she flinched,
but answered very quietly, "yes sir."

We stepped back and I finished her spanking with the five promised
strokes. I couldn't help myself and made the last one quite a bit harder
than the others. She squealed as the blow landed, tugging hard at
Nicky's grip, but was held firmly in place.

Chapter 6 - Humiliation and pleasure
====================================

"Well done Emma," I said, "that's the first part done. We'll give you a
moment to think on what has just happened and then we'll come back and
finish off."

"But sir," the girl sobbed, "it hurts and I've learned my lesson, I'll
do what I'm told, I promise!"

Normally, hearing these words uttered so pitifully would have wrenched
my heart, but currently my cock was doing my thinking and the sight of
Emma stretched naked over the desk as she pleaded to be spared further
punishment was so arousing that there was no way we were going to stop.

"I would love to believe you Emma," I told her, but if we stop now then 
I think you'll soon be back to misbehaving again, "no, it is important
that we finish the rest of your punishment."

"So," I continued, "I want you to stay exactly where you are when
Miss Wilson lets go of your hands. If you move you will get another
spanking as well as the rest of your punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she sobbed.

As she said this Nicky let go of Emma's hands and the young girl relaxed,
letting them flop onto the desk. She turned her blindfolded face away 
from me, resting her head on the desk. I could hear her breathing
deeply, trying to get a grip on whatever emotions she was experiencing.

I walked over to the edge of the room the other two followed me. From
there we could keep an eye on Emma whilst we talked.

"So, how are you finding it, okay?" I asked Dr. Williams.

"I, er..., I don't know what to say," he stammered, clearly very
uncomfortable with the fact that we could tell that he was obviously
loving it.

Nicky stepped in at this point and put her hand on his shoulder.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she told him, "Emma is a 
very beautiful young girl and I think we are all very excited by what
we are seeing."

"Umm, okay, I suppose so," he responded.

"However," Nicky continued, "the next part of the punishment is the 
humiliation part. I am usually a fairly good judge of how to proceed
with this for a particular case and I think for Emma we need to make
the humilation sexual in nature."

"Wh...what does that mean...sexual?" he asked.

"Well, I'm not talking about intercourse, if that's what you're worried
about, but rather giving Emma some strong sexual stimuli whilst
concentrating her mind on the problems she has been causing. We may
reinforce this with some more, milder corporal punishment, but overall
she will be experiencing very powerful emotions and I think this will
help reinforce the message that what she has been doing is wrong. You
do need to be aware however that we may need to touch your daughter
in order to do this. Will you be comfortable with that?"

"I...I...suppose so," he said and then added, "do you think it is okay
if I stay for that?"

"I think it is more than okay," I answered, "it is a critical part of 
the process."

"Okay," he agreed, "what do you have in mind."

"I think it is better if we show you rather than explain," Nicky 
answered.

"I agree," I said, "shall we get on with it?"

They both nodded and then followed as I walked back to the naked 
schoolgirl, bent uncomfortably over the desk. She lifted her head 
and turned towards the sound of our footsteps as we approached, giving 
us another glimpse of her cute breasts. I would have loved to suck on 
the hard, little nipples, but I was sure that wasn't something I would 
get away with now, even with Dr. Williams being as aroused as I was.

Nicky retrieved a sports bag from under a nearby desk and placed it
on a chair. She opened it and took out a few items, placing them
carefully on the desk next to Emma. She then stepped up to the girl
and gently brushed her blonde hair away from her pretty face before
leaning forward and saying softly to her, "stand up Emma."

Emma pushed herself unsteadily to her feet. Nicky took hold of her 
arms and turned her so that she was facing Dr. Williams and myself. 
This time Emma seemed too stunned to try and hide herself so I feasted
my eyes on the beautiful, naked fifteen year-old. She looked a perfect
picture now, her hair was slightly unkempt, her school tie was hanging
loosely between her little breasts. There were a couple of red marks
across the top of her thighs from where she had lain over the desk,
but she still looked gorgeous.

"It is time for some questions and answers Emma," I told her, "and
I remind you of what I said earlier - if you don't answer quckly and
truthfully then there will be more punishment for you, okay?"

"Yes, sir," she answered in a wavering voice.

"Good," I said, "now to begin, please put both of your hands on the
top of your head."

She hesitated briefly, but just as I was about to say something further
obeyed me. The position lifting her breasts slightly and making her look
even prettier.

"Now, hold that position until I tell you you can relax. Okay, now 
the first question is - have you enjoyed your punishment today?"

"What?" she asked in an amazed voice, some of her earlier rebelliousness
resurfacing, "of course not!"

"Are you sure?" I asked, "you're sure you didn't enjoy being stripped
in front of myself, Miss Wilson and a member of the school board?"

"No," she said, "it's horrible."

"I see," I continued, "so you're telling us that you didn't enjoy
the fact that there are two men looking at your naked body? And you
didn't enjoy me spanking you?"

"No," she whispered, her head lowered.

"Hmm, interesting," I said, "you really don't enjoy the fact that right
now we are looking at your beautiful breasts and long, shapely legs,
your flat stomach and...everything else? Think carefully before you answer."

She paused and then whispered, "No sir."

"That's okay," I told her, "but I think we need to be sure that you're
not lying to me. Miss Wilson if you please."

Nicky knew what I meant and stepped up so that she was right next to 
the young girl. She placed her right hand flat on Emma's stomach. Emma
flinched, but held her position. Nicky started to slowly stroke the naked
girl's stomach. "Place your feet slightly wider apart please Emma," she 
said to her. Emma slowly obeyed, shuffling her feet until they were a 
few inches apart.

"More than that please," said Nicky, continuing to stroke Emma's stomach,
her hand now roaming slightly further afield. I smiled slightly looking
at the expression on Nicky's face. She had told me one of her fantasies
involving Emma and was now getting to act it out. Nicky was staring at
Emma's face as she continued to stroke her and Emma slowly shuffled her
feet until they were just wider than a shoulder-width apart. Nicky
now stroked her hand through the top of the fine hair just over Emma's
pussy. Emma whimpered when this happened, clearly not understanding what
was going on. 

Nicky made more and more passes of her hand through the fine, blonde
hair and then placed her left hand in the small of the girl's back to
hold her in position.

"What are you doing Miss?" Emma asked.

"Shush dear," Nicky replied softly, "I'm just going to find out if you
have been answering the headmaster honestly."

A couple of seconds passed with Nicky continuing to stroke the girl and
then Emma realised what she meant.

"Wait, no," she began, but this was Nicky's signal and her hand
immediately dived between Emma's legs and cupped her pussy. 
Emma tried to wriggle free, but amazingly kept her hands clasped together
on top of her head. Nicky held her firmly in placed with one hand
and clasped her other hand tightly to Emma's young sex.

"Ooh, miss!" Emma cried, "what are you doing?"

Nicky, kept her hand in place for a moment longer and then removed it.
She glanced down at her palm and then held it up for us to see - her 
hand was glistening wet.

"Oh dear," I said, "it looks like you have been lying to us Emma. You
know what that means don't you?"

"No, please," Emma begged me, "don't hurt me."

She squeezed her thighs together to try and hide the evidence from us,
but there was a shiny streak across one of her legs where Nicky had
trailed a finger as she remover her hand. Anyway, there was no denying
that this schoolgirl was enjoying what we were doing to her.

"But you lied to us," I told her, "after I had warned you several times."

"No, well, I didn't mean to," she stammered, her breasts jiggling as she
anxiously moved from side to side, "I don't like it when you hit me and
I didn't want this to happen, but it just did."

I looked at Dr. Williams at this point and noticed that he was staring
fixedly at his daughter as he leaned back against the desk behind him,
his hands clasped over his crotch.

"You didn't want what to happen Emma?" I asked her.

"This, you know..." she said nodding her head towards her pussy.

"No, I don't know what you are talking about," I said, trying to increase
her discomfort, "please explain."

"I...well...my," she stammered, her face glowing red, "it just got wet
before and I don't know why. I'm trying to make it stop, but I can't."

"I see," I said, "and when did this happen?"

"When Miss took my clothes off," she sobbed, "I'm sorry."

"But it was ages ago when Miss Wilson helped you undress," I said, "surely
any effect should have passed by now. I think you're lying to me again!"

"No, I'm not - really. It started then, honest, and I thought it would 
go away, but I kept thinking about you all looking at me and then 
someone touched my bum and then Miss touched my tummy and everything 
just seemed to...just seemed to..."

"...make it wetter?" I prompted her.

"Y..Yes," she replied, "I don't know what's causing it?"

"Hmm, okay, perhaps you're not lying then," I said, "but tell me Emma,
has this happened before?"

This time she hesitated before answering and then she said, "yes."

"When? Be honest now."

"When you spanked me before. Then when I had to do gym with no top on
that made it worse."

"Did it ever happen before then?" I asked her.

"Sometimes yes."

"Like when? Tell me all the details."

"Sir, do I have to say? It's too embarrassing."

"Yes you have to say! You're being punished here Emma. Stop being 
evasive and answer my questions."

I was actually intrigued now and wanted to hear what this beautiful
young girl was getting up to to get herself excited and I also wanted
to know what she did when this happened. Surely she couldn't be as
innocent as the first girl I had punished? Emma seemed so much more
worldly-wise than Louise. I was almost sure that she wouldn't be a 
virgin, but perhaps I would be proved wrong again.

"It has happened sometimes when I lie in bed thinking about boys,"
Emma said, clearly hoping that such a general answer would placate
me, but I sensed that there was something more to be told.

"And has it happened when you have been with any boys?" I asked her.

"A couple of times," she said.

"What were you doing then?"

"Just kissing, honest," she answered.

"You know that we can tell if you're lying don't you Emma, are you still
a virgin?"

"Of course I am!" she said, "I've only ever kissed a couple of boys and
I've never let them go any further - though they always try."

"Okay," I said, "I'll believe that for now, but tell me again. You've
found that you have got into this excited state when thinking about 
boys when you're lying in bed. Any other times?"

"Well...yes...er...some."

"I want you to tell me about these times," I said, "but I also want you
to tell me - what do you do when you find this is happening to you?"

"I...er...this is terrible..." she answered, visibly cringing, her bare
breasts bouncing, "I er...touch it."

"Touch what Emma?" I asked.

"My er...my er..."

"Go on, you can say it," I prompted.

"My er...my pussy," she finally said.

It was so exciting hearing this naked schoolgirl say this to me. I had
expected her to use some silly euphemism like Louise, but no, there
was no nonsense from Emma.

"I see," I said, "I think we need to hear more about this Emma. You're
going to have to tell us what exactly you like to do when your...pussy...
gets wet like it is now."

"Sir, please, I can't," she begged.

"We'll see about that," I told her, "Miss Wilson, I think we need to make
Emma a bit more comfortable don't you?"

"Yes, headmaster," said Nicky, going to the small pile of items that she
had placed on the desk earlier. She opened out a large bath towel and
spread this over the desk just behind Emma. Then came and took hold
of the young girl's elbow and said, "step back a bit now Emma. You're
going to sit on this desk that is just behind you. You can put your arms
down for now if you want to."

Emma perched herself on the edge of the desk, using her hands to 
position herself.

"That's it, now just jump up so you're really sitting on it," Nicky
prompted her.

Emma pushed herself up and sat nervously on the edge of the table. She
was breathing more heavily again, probably having guessed what was 
coming next.

"Now lean back and lie on the desk Emma," Nicky instructed her, taking
the girl's shoulder and gently pushing back. Emma was reluctant, but 
she did allow herself to be slowly pushed back until she was lying 
flat. Nicky assisted her in shifting herself back a bit so that she
was lying in the centre of the desk. Emma had raised her knees so
that her feet were flat on the surface, her hands lying by her side.
She looked delicious and I wanted to see all of her, but first I stepped
over to Nicky's desk and picked up a small digital camera that was 
lying there. I handed this to Emma's father and he took it with a
puzzled look on his face. I pointed to him where to stand so that he 
had a good view of what was going on, but was not near enough to get
in the way. At this point I didn't want him to try and interfere, or
even perhaps to go too far and do something he might regret. I also
had an ulterior motive that I definitely didn't want him to know about.
He obediently moved to where I had pointed. From there he had a
clear view of his naked daughter.

Now for the bit that I was really looking forward to. I moved to stand
just by Emma's feet whilst Nicky stood next to me. I nodded to Nicky
and she put a hand on one of Emma's knees whilst I did the same with 
the other.

"Okay, Emma," she said, "I think we need to see exactly what it is that
happens to you in situations like this."

"No, please miss, I can't, it's too much," the schoolgirl pleaded.

"Emma," I said, "do you want to be spanked again?"

"No sir!" she cried, starting to sob again, "but I can't let you see
that."

"Open your legs girl, or it will be 10 strokes of the paddle for you
and they will all be as hard as the last one you received!"

Emma didn't say anything else, but she moved her knees slightly apart,
her head turning from side to side in embarrassment. Nicky and I
applied a bit of pressure to help her and within moments she was lying 
with her legs wide apart, feet together. Being young and flexible she
could get her knees all the way down to the surface of the desk in 
this position. It was such an open and vulnerable pose and with her 
hands by her side there was no way that Emma could hide the thing that
was causing her so much embarrassment - her beautiful, pink pussy.

Emma's pussy was framed by a light covering of pale-coloured hair. 
Her pussy lips were pink, parted and shiny, betraying her excitement
to us. She was so wet that a small droplet of her juices was forming 
and looked ready to join the small drip that was already visible on the
table.

"My, my Emma," I said, "what a naughty girl you are. Here you are 
naked in front of two teachers and a strange man you've never seen
before and you seem to be enjoying every minute of it."

She didn't answer and just turned her head far over to one side to 
try and hide her face.

"The next phase of your punishment is to give you something that will 
remind you that you have in fact been punished. Something that will last
at least a couple of weeks. We're going to remove the hair from your
pussy!"

"Oh, no," whispered Emma, but that was all that she could manage. The
fight seemed to have gone completely out of her now.

Nicky went over to the table and fetched a small tube of cream, opened
it and leant over the prone teenager. I was surprised not to see a 
razor, but then realised that this was a very sensible move. I wouldn't
have been able to use a razor without nicking the young girl at the 
moment - my hands were shaking too much.

Nicky squeezed a generous portion of the hair-removing cream onto Emma's
soft hair and then spread it around with a spatula, making sure that
all of the hair was covered.

"Five minutes," Nicky said, looking up at me, "then she'll be lovely and
smooth and it should last for at least 2 weeks before anything grows
back."

Emma moaned at this point and, pretending to think that she was scared
I moved my hand further up her leg from her knee to her thigh and 
rubbed gently. 

"There, there," I said, "I know that in some way this can be worse than
the spanking, but it is important that you take all your punishment 
like the growing girl that you are. Besides this isn't going to hurt."

I squeezed her thigh gently as I said this and she let out another very
low moan. Clearly she had gone beyond worry to actually enjoying this.
I decided that we should increase her embarrassment levels again.

"Emma, you also need to know something important," I told her, "for this
part of the punishment our observer is going to be taking photographs of
you."

"What?" she gasped, "no please...I don't want anyone to see my like this."

"Well, we'll see about that," I said, "but over the next few minutes
just think about the fact that someone will be taking pictures of you
spreadeagled, naked on this table and they'll be taking some nice 
close-up pictures of your pussy as well as the rest of you. Who knows,
perhaps if you misbehave again we can think about showing those pictures
to some of your friends, perhaps even emailing them to people 
anonymously. Would you like that?"

"No!" she cried, "no, I'll be good I promise, Ooh!"

This last moan was caused by me moving my hand a few more inches up her
leg and squeezing her thigh again. 

Prompted by my description of what he was supposed to be doing, Dr.
Williams lifted up the camera, focussed, with obvious difficulty and
took a full-length shot of his fifteen-year-old daughter, lying on the 
desk, her legs apart, naked apart from socks, trainers and school tie
and with her very wet, young pussy surrounded by hair-removal cream.
He then moved forward slightly, focussed more closely between her
legs and took another picture. Somehow I think he would be looking 
for a copy of these pictures.

Emma heard the camera beep with each photo and moaned again. I stroked
her thigh gently this time, enjoying the wonderful feel of the soft 
skin over muscles stretched because of her wide-open legs.

"Okay, Emma," I said, "whilst waiting for the cream to work, let's go
back to my earlier questions. You told us that your pussy has become
wet when you have been lying in bed thinking about boys and that it
has become wet on some other occasions. You also told us that you 
like to touch your pussy when it is wet. Is that all true?" I squeezed
her thigh again to ensure that she would answer. Nicky, not wanting to
waste the opportunity put a hand on the inside of Emma's other thigh
and started to gently stroke her.

"Ooh...yes sir, that's true," she said.

"Good, now tell us in detail about these other times that your pussy
has become wet. What has caused it and when has it happened?"

We both continued to stroke Emma's legs as we waited for an answer. 
Her face was now becoming slightly flushed and her breathing noticeably
heavier. If it would have been possible for her perky little nipples 
to become any harder I'm sure they would have done, but they were
already very erect. Looking at her small, firm breasts I decided that I 
had to at least touch them and feel the nipples between my fingers and
hope that I would be able to go further on another occasion, if there
was one.

Dr. Williams seemed to be too far gone to protest anything. He was
moving around, taking pictures of his daughter being stroked by her
two teachers as though his life depended on it. If he didn't slow
down the camera memory would be full soon. I was about to indicate to
him to slow down when Emma spoke again and what she said stopped him
in his tracks.

Chapter 7 - Emma's confession
=============================

"It's when I argue with my father," she said.

"Sorry what was that?" I asked, thinking that I had misheard.

"When I argue with my father, my er...pussy sometimes gets wet."

"Tell me more," I said, looking at her wide-eyed father as he
stared down at her in amazement.

"The first time was when I had a new skirt on which he thought was 
too short." she began.  "I was wearing it because Melanie had got one
the week before and she had dared me to get one too. It wasn't 
anything special, just a black mini-skirt, but he went wild and told
me I couldn't go out looking like a slut."

She paused and moaned again as both myself and Nicky found our hands
roaming inadvertently higher along the young girl's thighs.

"So, did you like it when he called you that?" I asked her, trying to 
stop my voice from wavering.

"No, well, I don't know. Something inside me seemed to snap at that
point and I went from being angry with him to something else and I
felt it happen between...between my legs."

"Your pussy became wet?"

"Yes, oh sir!" she moaned. Nicky had ventured onto the soft flesh
on the inside of her upper thigh and obviously hit a sensitive spot.
Emma appeared to think that it was me.

"So, what happened?" I prompted her, looking at her father who seemed
bewildered by what she was saying.

"He made me change into something else so I took the skirt with me and
changed back into it round the corner. I was scared that the other
girls could see what was happening with my pussy, but they didn't
notice 'cos I was very quick."

"Was this the only time?" I asked, knowing that it wasn't and astonished
that this was why Dr. Williams was having such a problem when Emma
was home for the weekend.

"No," she said, "the next weekend I wore a different skirt, a bit
longer, but very tight and this time I had some high-heeled shoes 
that I'd borrowed from Melanie. Dad went even crazier than last time
and called me all sorts of names and it happened again."

Emma seemed to be getting into telling the story now and she went into
further detail without me prompting her.

"When I went upstairs to change, I had to change my knickers too. It
felt...weird."

"In what way?" I asked.

"I was angry because we had been arguing, and I knew I was doing wrong,
but I had this tingling feeling and when I...when I touched my pussy
it felt so nice."

"Any other occasions?" I asked her, looking at her father who by know 
had a little smile on his face and was nodding.

"Yes, there was one time a couple of weeks ago," Emma answered, "I just
started to feel a tingle before I even got changed to meet Melanie and
so I put some stuff on that I knew would piss Dad off."

"What did you wear?" I prompted.

"I put the first short skirt on again, the high-heeled shoes and
a very tight top. I had some bright red lipstick from Melanie and
I put that on as well and I was going to try and go out like that,
but..."

"But, what?"

"But then I just got this urge and so I took my knickers off and went
downstairs without them on."

My cock throbbed hard as she said this. Our Emma really was a bit of a
slut and she enjoyed acting it, but was somehow still a virgin!

Her father's expression had changed again, going from "I remember 
you doing that" to "you weren't wearing any knickers?" in an
instant.

"Did he notice?" I asked Emma.

"No," she said, breathing heavily, but with a slight smirk, "he just
called me a slut again. I sat down opposite him and crossed my legs
and I could see him looking, but I'm sure he couldn't see. I was
squeezing my thighs together 'cos it felt so nice and I was provoking 
him into calling me more names. In the end he got so mad that he said
I couldn't go out so I went up to my room. When I got to the landing I
took all my clothes off and stood there whilst I listened to him
stomping around in the kitchen..." 

"Go on..." I prompted hre, my heart racing.

"I couldn't help myself," she continued, "I was rubbing my pussy 'cos
it was so wet and I walked half way down the stairs doing this. I was
really scared that he would see me, but it was such a buzz. Then I heard
him coming so I ran up the stairs and into my room. Oh god!"

Nicky had just tested the cream as Emma finished speaking and it seemed
that even the breeze caused by her hand passing near the young
girl's pussy was enough to trigger a reaction - she was so turned on.

"She's ready," said Nicky breathlessly, obviously as turned on by the
story as me.

"Thank you for being honest with us Emma," I said, "now we're going to 
finish removing the hair from your pussy. Then I think we'll have to 
come back to the subject of you touching yourself."

Nicky began to scrape the plastic spatula over Emma's pubic region, 
carefully removing all of her hair. The friction was obviously creating
interesting sensations for the young girl as she wriggled about as
it was happening. Nicky completed the job then went to fetch a cloth
which she ran briefly under the warm tap in the sink in the corner
before returning and wiping away the remnants of cream and Emma's
pubic hair. As the cloth touched the pink, swollen lips of her pussy
Emma wriggled again and moaned. It was starting to look as though she
wasn't far from having an orgasm. Before that happened I wanted to 
put a couple more ideas into her head for later.

"Emma," I said, squeezing her leg to get her attention, "I want you to 
think about the things that have happened here today and what lessons
you have learned, okay?"

I couldn't resist it and as I asked her this I slid my hand up to the
top of her leg and rested it very gently against the side of her
pussy. The heat coming from her skin was amazing and my fingertips
immediately found the small pool of pussy juice on the table top
beneath her. 

"Oh god," she cried, "it's too much!"

I didn't mind that she hadn't answered, but I wanted to get one thing
imprinted on her as I thought that it might lead on to interesting things.

"We'll be done with you soon Emma," I told her, "but first I want you
to promise me something, okay?"

"Yes, anything, I promise! Oooh!" she cried as I moved my hand slightly.

"You've been misbehaving recently. What you have been doing around 
school has been very disruptive and what you have been doing at
home has also been very rude and difficult for your father. However, I 
don't think we should try and fix everything at once. What I want you
to do is whenever you get the urge to misbehave then you should do so
in the way that you have been doing with your father. Dress up a bit
in a way that you know will annoy him and carry on doing what you 
have been doing to relieve the feelings that it causes you. It is 
still very bad of you to do this, but it doesn't hurt anyone."

Dr. Williams was looking at me in amazement now, but I was pretty sure 
he didn't mind what I was saying. Somehow I thought his reaction would 
be different the next time his daughter presented herself to him in 
a revealing outfit. Though of course he would have to pretend to react
the same way for her benefit!

"Do you agree with that, Emma?" I said to her, my little finger very 
gently probing the edge of her pussy lips.

"Yes sir, I promise, I'll be good," she said, arching her back
slightly as I touched her. Of course, I was hoping that perhaps she
would be bad, but in a good way - only time would tell.

"Good girl," I said to her, sliding my little finger along the edge
of her wet lips, "so, Miss Wilson let us finish Emma off shall we?"

"Yes headmaster," said Nicky, retrieving a small bottle of baby oil
from her desk.

Chapter 8 - Punishment complete
===============================

Nicky opened the bottle and gently dribbled a few drops onto Emma's
now completely hairless, pink pussy. She then slowly spread the oil 
over Emma's pubic region, giving her young skin a very attractive
shine. 

I had never been as turned on as I was now. I just wanted to take my
cock out and pound it into the naked, young schoolgirl lying on the
desk before me, looking so vulnerable and pretty, but I knew it wasn't
going to happen yet.

Emma was breathing really heavily now and I decided that we should 
make her perform the final embarrassing part of her punishment herself.
I beckoned to Nicky to pass the bottle of oil to me and took it as she
passed it over. Nicky continued to rub the oil into the area around
Emma's pussy, being careful not to touch any of the glistening pink
flesh in the centre. 

Dr. Williams came closer and began to take pictures with one hand, his
other hand now openly squeezing his cock through his trousers. I wasn't
sure he was going to get any good images that way, but I didn't think
I'd be able to persuade him to stop!

"Emma," I said to her, "show us what you do when your pussy is wet, do
you make yourself come?"

"Yes, sir," she breathed, this time not even hesitating. Her hand
began to move down her body of its own accord before she realised what
she was doing.

"That's okay Emma," I told her, "you want to come and we want to see it.
There's no point in stopping now."

She didn't need much persuading at this point and moved her hand down
to her pussy. As she did this I opened the bottle of oil and dribbled it
onto her budding breasts. She gasped as the oil hit her just as she
trailed a finger over her own slippery pussy.

"That's a good girl," I encouraged her, "you've taken your punishment
very well today, haven't you?"

"Yes sir," she cried and then cried out again as I pinched a nipple
between my finger and thumb, slowly working the oil into the hard 
little nub. Nicky saw what I was doing and immediately grabbed Emma's
other nipple and began squeezing it the same way.

"Oh, god!" Emma cried as we worked her nipples. I then cupped her 
teenage breast with my other hand and gently squeezed it as I continued
to work her nipple. Again Nicky copied my gesture.

Dr. Williams moved closer still and, this time holding the camera with
both hands, took a couple of close-up shots of his daughter's finger
sliding along her pussy lips.

Emma clearly knew what she was doing when it came to playing with herself
and she next began to work her clit, her breathing starting to get 
heavier and heavier. I began to think that perhaps I was just going to
come in my trousers, my cock was throbbing so much as I played with
the breast of this incredibly hot teenager.

It seemed that she was getting very close to her orgasm now, so as I
continued to play with her I spoke to her to reinforce the moment.

"Emma, you're fifteen years old and here you are naked and masturbating
in front of us."

"Oh god," she said, "her fingers moving more quickly."

"You're naked and masturbating in front of two teachers and a strange
man."

"Oh yes," she gasped.

"A strange man who is taking photographs of your naked body."

"Yes, yes."

"Are you going to come for us as we watch you?"

"Yes sir!"

I swapped one last look with Nicky and Emma's father and then said,
"when you come I want you to apologise to your father for what you
have done and then your punishemt is complete, okay?"

"Yes, okay."

"Say it then," I ordered her.

"Sorry daddy!" she cried, one hand working furiously at her clit,
her other hand joining in to slide more fingers up and down her smooth,
dripping pussy.

"Keep saying it," I ordered her.

"Sorry Daddy!  Oh, god, sorry Daddy!"

"That's good," I told her, squeezing her hard nipple harder, "now come
for us as you say it."

"Oh god, oh god, I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry Daddy...aaaaah!"

With this last cry the naked schoolgirl arched her back, pressed her
hand hard against her pussy and came. Her father captured the moment
with trembling hands trying to hold the camera steady. I watched
Emma twitching beneath us then looked up at Nicky to see
her smiling back at me. It looked as though maybe I could trust her
after all.

After a short while Emma stopped twitching and relaxed, laying back on
the table with a long, deep sigh.

"Oh, god," she said, her punishment complete.

Epilogue - No rest
==================

Half an hour later I was nursing a double whisky in my office trying
to calm down. I had had to leave shortly after Emma's orgasm as looking
at the naked, sweating teenager made me worry about losing my self-
control and doing something stupid. I helped a visibly stunned
Dr. Williams out of the room and left Nicky to clean Emma up and get
her into a state suitable for returning to her classes.

After a quick whisky Dr. Williams had left after rather sheepishly
asking me to send a copy of any pictures from the camera.

The camera was sitting on the desk in front of me along with the two
video tapes from the hidden cameras that had recorded everything. Tapes
that now showed the chairman of the school board eagerly photographing
his naked underage daughter as she masturbated. I unzipped my
trousers thinking that life was actually pretty sweet and that I 
deserved a release from all the excitement. 

Just as I had taken out my almost painfully swollen cock there was a knock 
at the door. I hurriedly zipped myself up and shouted enter. I was
astonished to see Louise enter the room and close the door behind her.

"Sorry for interrupting sir," she said, "I know it is late."

"What can I do for you Louise?" I asked, thinking that having this
pretty little girl in my office was the last thing that I needed at 
the moment.

"Well," she said, bouncing on her toes and looking at the floor, before
continuing breathlessly "it's just that my hair down there has started to 
come back and it is all itchy and when I scratch it I start to get excited 
again and I remembered what you said before about coming to you for
release so...I thought I'd come and ask if you wouldn't mind helping
me to have another orgasm..."

I put down my whisky glass and smiled at her. "I wouldn't mind at all,"
I said, "in fact we can do it now if you'd like."

She smiled back at me and said, "yes please sir."

.....

To (probably) be continued in Book 3 

If you'd like to read any more then mail and let me know. All 
feedback and suggestions welcome!

T.
toast_world@123mail.org

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