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There was no doubt about it, Evelyn was a expert at giving head she suck
and sucked. As her head bobbed up and down her tongue slowly massaged my
maleness, I felt like exploding, however I clinched hard on my cock and
started to count slowly. This took away from my immediate desire to cum.
It was incredible ,the woman I just spanked was giving me a blowjob and
with such gusto. She was now sucking harder and harder. I could feel her
cool saliva running down my testicles. The sight of her head bobbing up
and down, the sucking, the spanking of Lynne and later her mother was
all to much for me. I exploded, my organism , I thought would never end.
Evelyn kept swallowing every drop. She must have been working overtime.
I was pushing as hard as I could against her face hold it in place with
my hard. I could hear the slurping noises echo in my office. When it was
over, I was thoroughly exhausted from the experience. I dropped back in
my chair, Evenly got up looking at me with a knowing gleam in gleam in
her eye. We smiled at each other. She bent over(exposing her wonderful
posterior and much to my delight and surprise it still carried the red
marks of my paddle) and pulled up her panties. She came to were I was
resting and planted a sweet lingering kiss on my lips. As she parted she
said she would need some more discipline inordere to become a good
mother figure for her daughter and I was to discipline her daughter for
any minor infraction of the rules...I knew this was going to be a great
job. We left my office and joined the rest of the parents attending the
festivities. I saw Ann, the headmistress and was wondering if she
suspected anything. After looking at her for a moment I knew I was
alright. I had never spanked a fully grown woman before and the mental
images were getting me hard again. Evelyn positioned there with her
gorgeous ass and me and my paddle. Ann noticed I was hard and asked what
had happened with Miss Colewell. I told her about discipline her
daughter Lynne and was thinking of Lynne's ass and how cute it was. I
dare not tell her of spanking Miss Colewell as well. She the said maybe
we should talk care of that problem. Knowing fully what she ment. I had
no problems and followed. Soon we were in Ann's office when she bent
down and started to suck on my dick. Suddenly, there was a knock on the
door. There was a scramble and I got my dick back in my pants. The door
open and in came one of the guests. Ann and the new stranger hugged and
exchanged social kisses. Ann introduced me to Mrs. Wellington as the new
assistant headmaster. Ann told me she was the mother of Jamie Wellington
one of our most accomplished student. I had never seen her thou, she was
never on "the list". Mrs. Wellington started to tell me what a problem
child Jamie was and how Ann had brought her to her senses. She described
in great detail how Ann disciplined her daughter while she was there.
She started by telling us how James was made to bend over the desk in
Ann's office. She told us how Ann made little Jamie lift her skirt and
pull down her regulation cotton panties and expose her tiny heart shaped
butt. I could tell there was something very odd Mrs. Wellington
breathing had changed and her cheeks were blushing. I tell she was
getting excited. She continued about Ann taking the paddle and paddling
Jamie's butt until it was beet red and how Jamie was howling with each
stroke. I was getting my third hard on of the day. Mrs. Wellington had
tiny sweat beads on her forehead.
Ann suddenly interrupted and called Mrs. Wellington by her first name,
say "Victoria, that isn't the whole story. Why don't you tell Mr. Hazel
the whole story. Mrs. Wellington, Victoria turned several shades of red.
Ann said sternly. "Well Victoria, should I." Victoria look down on the
floor and said "Mr. Hazel, I was a wanton mother, I didn't know how to
discipline my daughter. After Ann excused Jamie from the office Ann and
I had a talk." Looking at Ann I saw she was enjoying this. Victoria
continued, she told me inordere to discipline my daughter, I had to have
discipline myself. At first I didn't know what she ment. I asked for
further explanation. Ann told me about rules and the consequences for
breaking them. She asked me if I was disciplined as a child and I said
"No". Victoria said she wasn't ready for what was about to transpire.
She said Ann told her inordere to be a good disiplinarian she had to
discipline first hand and that she haqd no idea what she ment. I was
shocked and horrified at what happened next. She told me to remove my
dress, for some unknown reason I did as she told me. There I was in my
blue laced panties wearing my panty hose, high heeled shoes and my
blouse. I watch Ann as she went over to her chair, She picked up the
foot stool. I had no idea on what she had in mind, I thought she was
going to sit on it. Ann placed it in the middle of the floor. Thank God
for carpeting. Ann told me to come here, to the middle of the floor and
she pointed to the stool. I didn't understand. The a stern voice she
said "On you hands and knees." I was numb and did as I was told. I got
down on my hands and knee and positioned the stool as comfortably as I
could moo knees were dangling because the stool was too tall. I noticed
she was getting a pillow. Ann then dropped it on the floor and placed it
under my ankles and feet.
Again in a stern voice Ann said remove you panties. As a grown woman
already in a compromised position I said "No" emphatically. I looked up
and saw Ann looking at me disapprovingly. I didn't know what to do. Ann
got down on her knees next to me. I could feel her hand rubbing the
small of my back, pretty soon I felt her hand under the elastic of my
panties. I was trebling all over, for a woman never did such a thing to
me. I felt the left side go down, then the right side. Soon my panties
were at the folds of my knees. I felt like dying, no man had ever done
this to me, yet a woman was doing this. I tried to imagine how I looked
with my panties at my knees and my rear end in the air and my knees
dangling. Ann left me for a moment to ponder my situation. I thought to
myself "A fine mess I got myself into now.". Suddenly Ann voice brought
me back to reality say "Are you ready?" I didn't know how to respond I
looked up helplessly. She was walking back to her desk and got a paddle
and riding crop. I fear was increasing, my body was sweating like never
before. I didn't know what was awaiting me. As my body was getting
warmer and warmer I could feel the air condition cooling off my rear end
and pussy. It felt good. Then Ann asked if I was ready a suddenly chill
came over my body. The moment of truth arrive. Ann again in a stern
voice said "First I will spank you 25 times with my hand, then you will
receive 15 with the paddle and finally five with the riding crop. Do I
make my self clear?". I didn't know what to do. Get up and leave or
stay. I choose to stay. I head the tools drop to the floor, the riding
crop brushed up against my dangling feet and came to rest on the floor
beside. Ann then got on her knees, I was looking over my shoulders, when
Ann suddenly and harshly told me to look forward. I did as I was told. I
heard her hand swoosh thru the air it landed on the right side of my
butt. I felt the stinging and let out a muffled moan, then a second fell
on my left mound. I was trying to contain myself. My butt was getting
more sensitive with every "hit". At twenty five Ann stopped. Boy was I
glad. MY butt was burning. Ann again said "Are you ready?". I could see
the paddle in her hand. "this is going to be a bit different. You will
count out the fifteen paddles out loud". I look at her and was promptly
told to face forward. Once again I did as i was told. I was Ann hand
rise and moments later the paddle landed on my sensitive butt. I let out
a scream and counted one. I repeated this until the fifteenth had
landed. My ass was aflame the cool air conditioning felt good blow up
and down my crack. I knew Ann could see everything. The pain had
subsided and I was getting moist. Looking over at Ann I could see she
was reliving the whole experience her skin was flush, her pupils were
dilated, hard breathing was rapid and tiny beads of sweat were visible
on her face. She look rather good slouched down on the couch like that.
Victoria, Mrs. Wellington continued her story... Ann let me rest for a
little while. I could feel my juices running down my legs. Ann spoke and
I went into a trance. I remember her picking up the riding crop and
telling me to spread my legs I did this immediately. This exposed even
more of me, the air conditioning was setting multiple tiny orgasms in
me. I didn't know why, with this person about to whip me with the crop.
Ann got up with the crop. I was looking at Ann. She was looking me right
in the eye and said "This is going to hurt like no other pain you have
experienced before.". I took a deep breath and said "Really ten?". Ann
smiled and said turn around. Again I was looking forward and at nothing
in particular. The first one landed right in the middle and across both
mounds. I let out a scream like I never did before. The room was
spinning and getting dark and red. My butt was stinging, I could feel
the welt raising. I was going to pass out, but I didn't. The second one
feel and I relived the experience again. By the forth "hit" i was
bawling like a little girl begging Ann to stop. They just kept on
coming. My feet were flying everywhere, my ass was wiggling in every
direction. Ann had developed a sweat. Finally, relief the last one had
landed and my ordeal was over. I was still sobbing like a little girl
bent over the foot stool. I stayed still for a long while. Ann was
admiring her handy work. Needless to say I hard a major hard on Ann
looked ready and Victoria was flushed with embarrassment about the story
she just told. Ann getting up asked Victoria if she wanted another
session while she was here. Victoria quickly agreed. Ann smiled and said
the was a new twist. Victoria was surprised and asked what that was. Ann
with a smirk said I was going to administer her discipline. Victoria was
appauld but could do nothing. She went over got the stool and placed it
in the middle of the floor bent over, lifted her dress and stopped.
Asking meekly she said "May I keep my panties on?". The obvious answer
came from Ann a resounding "NO". SO Victoria pulled her pants to her
knees. Ann went and got the riding crop and told Victoria she must be
very quite because of the school activities out side. Ann walked over to
me and gave me the riding crop. Victoria was facing forward. Ann told me
she was ready now. I walked behind Victoria and admired her ass. I was
really turned on by the laced panties bundled up in the panty hose. Ann
told Victoria to spread her legs as wide as they would go. Victoria did
as she was told. I was viewing her womanliness with gusto. I swung the
crop hit my other hand with a loud noise. Victoria jumped, looking at me
with her percing blue eyes. Ann said no more then ten and to begin. I
landed the first one across her mounds, she let put a muffled scream. I
could see the welt raising across both mounds of her ass. Pink at first
and then bright red. Ann said hurry up. I started and could stop. By the
time I got to the tenth "hit" Victoria was crying like a little girl. I
must say I have to admire Victoria. Thru the whole thing I only heard
muffled screams and now her crying was muffled. I let rest on the stool.
I was not prepared for what happened next. I turned around and the was
Ann with her dress and panties on the chair. She had a rather well
shaved bushed. I had a raging hard on on. Victoria was still sobbing
silently on the stool bent over with her ass in the air. Ann told me to
sit down while she prepare... I thought this woman was going to have to
endure more? Ann causally walked over to her lock filing cabinet and
open it. I must admit I was shock by what she took out. I had see them
in movies and magazines but not in real life. There it was a strap on
dildoe. Ann was putting on herself then she took out two small jars. The
first she applied to the dildoe. Taking both jars she sat down to a
still sobbing Victoria and open the other jar. She rubbed the cream all
over Victoria's ass. I could see the criss crossed welts subsiding. Ann
was massaing Vicki's ass. Soon Vicki stopped sobbing. The criss cross
welts were still there. Then I saw Ann open the other jar put some on
her finger and start messaging Victoria asshole, soon her finger was
inside her. She moved it back and forth a few times and took it out. The
next scene was the most incredible I have ever witnessed. Ann took her
hand and thoroughly lubricated the 10" dildo. She put it up against
Victoria ass and rhythmically started pushing it in. I thought she was
going to spilt her in two. The dildo must have been two inches round.
She pumped back and forth each time the dildo went in about half an
inch. Back and forth until a good six inches where Victoria's ass. Then
Vicki asked for Ann to stop and not go any deeper. At this point Ann
stopped, I got up to get a closer look. I got down on my knees and touch
Victoria's ass it was still very hot from the thrashing I had given her.
I was really turned on the dildo half in have out. Ann reached down and
held the expose part of her fake prick. She started to pump again but
very slowly. She would pull it almost all the way out and push it back
in up to her hand. Victoria was moan with pleasure, her ass was still
burning to my touch. Ann pumped away like this for a little. Then
Victoria said "I want more inside of me.". Ann then pushed a little more
of the fake cock in her. Victoria seamed a little uncomfortable but
managing okay. It was probably eight inched in her. Ann was very
carefully pumping back and forth. I move infront of Victoria and watched
her face. Her face was flushed with desire as Ann pumped away. Sighs of
pleasure were coming from her mouth. Ann said "Here we go now" pushing
her strap on as deep as it would. Victoria arched her back to receive
the monster in her ass. An was pushed up against Vicki's ass. She pulled
back and Victoria let out a muffled moan of pleasure. Ann was picking up
the tempo back and forth. Soon the dildo was moving like a piston. Ann
was pulling it out and jamming back in as hard as she could. She was
using the whole length too. I could see Victoria loving this. This was
incredible one woman ass fucking another in my presence. Ann and
Victoria were covered in sweat. Victoria was about to cum! She was
shaking, sweating and moaning. Soon her head dropped and she arched her
ass even more. I saw her hand spread her ass even more say "Fuck my ass,
I cumming". This was the only clue Ann needed. She was pumping back and
forth like there was no tomorrow. Victoria came for minutes. To
exhausted to get up. Ann slowly removed the dildo from her ass, leaving
a gaping hole exposing here sphincter muscles. It was a lovely sight.
Ann got a towel from god know where and started cleaning Victoria.
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Richard Hazel was delighted that he had been selected from among several
applicants to be the assistant headmaster, or in this case assistant to
the headmistress, of one of the most exclusive girl's school in the
country. The entire staff of Greenwich Academy was female, except for a
very elderly biology teacher and, now, Richard. Fresh from school,
himself, having just received his master's in English literature,
Richard had been looking for a teaching position. An interview over
lunch with Greenwich's lovely headmistress, Ann Henderson, had clinched
the job.
"You know the assistant head acts as the school disciplinarian." Ann had
said grinning broadly, "I wonder if you are aware of that." Richard was,
indeed, unaware of that part of the job and Ann had explained the
discipline practices at Greenwich.
"Girls are sent here by very conservative families who want them to
behave in a traditional way. Therefore, they insist on old-fashioned
discipline and give us written authorization to administer it." Ann
Henderson laughed when Richard continued to look puzzled. "We use
corporal punishment, Richard," she said. "In addition to teaching them
literature, you will have to spank them - that is the younger ones.
Girls 16 and older are put over a punishment horse and a rattan cane is
applied to their bare bottoms."
She smiled at his obvious embarrassment. "You'll get used to it. There
is always a female there to help you, usually me, and we do all the
bottom baring that is necessary. All you have to do is apply the
punishment."
At the thought that he would be spanking bare female backsides, Richard
had blushed deeply. Then, as he cooled off, he noticed that the
conversation was really exciting his new superior. "Ms. Henderson," he
said finally, "I'll try to do the job properly." She had insisted on his
calling her Ann and, when they shook hands to seal their new
relationship, her hand had lingered on his arm squeezing it warmly.
That had been a few weeks ago before the beginning of the new term. Now,
the school year was well under way and tonight was his first experience
as disciplinarian. With some hesitation, he walked toward his office
exactly at 8:00 P.M., the time set for the week's punishments. There
were three girls waiting for him on the bench outside the office, their
eyes averted and obviously distressed as they anticipated their fate.
One of them, apparently the oldest, looked quite adult and well
developed notwithstanding the school uniform that she wore. For a moment
their eyes met and the girl blushed deeply as she recognized the man who
was about to discipline her.
Ann was already in the office preparing for the evening session. She had
placed a straight backed chair in the center of the room and rolled the
horse out of a closet, firmly locking its wheels in place after it had
been set in an open area of the office. It was the kind used for
gymnastics with a padded leather top.
"We start with the youngest." Ann said,"that gives the older girls a
little more time to think about what's coming and they appreciate the
lesson all the more. This paddle is what we use on the youngsters." She
handed him a thin wooden paddle through which several smooth round holes
had been drilled.
At a signal from Ann, another female teacher who was assisting brought
the first girl into the room. She was a very nervous 12 year old who had
been caught stealing . "Well, Doris," said Ann, "you're going to get a
spanking and I hope you learn not to take other people's things. Now, go
and place yourself over Mr. Hazel's lap."
The young girl, tears already beginning to roll down her cheeks, begged
to be spared the painful punishment. "Please, Ms. Henderson, I don't
want to be..to be spanked. I'll never do it again."
"Nonsense, Doris, you deserve a spanking and you're going to get one. If
you delay, it will only be harder for you."
Crying loudly, the girl lay across Richard's lap as he adjusted her
small body so that the child's buttocks were properly positioned under
his right hand. Ann lifted Doris's school uniform jumper out of the way
and lowered the white cotton panties to a point just under the curve of
the bottom cheeks completely exposing the spanking area. Taking the
paddle, Richard applied it to the round cheeks firmly, alternating from
one to the other.
"Yike........yeow......oh......ouch." The hapless girl yelped as the
paddle struck her resiliant bottom cheeks, each solid smack leaving a
red blotch on the girl's round backside. As Doris kicked her legs
vigorously, Richard realized that the paddle was imparting a painful
sting even though he was not swinging it very hard. A simple snap of the
wrist brought the wicked instrument rushing through the air to hit the
exposed bottom with a loud report. The howl from the young student
testified to the pain it must be causing.
After a few minutes, the young bottom had been reddened considerably and
the well-spanked child was tearfully promising ideal conduct. Richard
looked at Ann who nodded her agreement that Doris had been sufficiently
punished. Richard released the girl, who quickly pulled up her panties
and ran from the room. "Very well done," said Ann, "you did that quite
well and knew when to stop." Ann's own face was flushed with excitement.
"I have difficulty with that and, since we don't want to punish the
?girls excessively, I prefer that the assistant head do it, although
this is the first time we've had a man.
The next girl to be ushered into the room was a 15 year old who had
violated the school's smoking rules several times. Ann recited the
various incidents to her and announced the punishment. The young lady
blushed furiously as she realized that she was to be spanked and
hesitated before taking her place across Richard's lap.
"Come, young lady," Ann commanded, "get over there. Next year you will
feel the sting of the cane. I think you would prefer the spanking."
This time the regulation panties were lowered to reveal a very well
developed female bottom. The girl's twin cheeks were exquisite and
Richard could not resist admiring them before he began to spank the
lovely mounds of bottom flesh. Nevertheless, he administered the
spanking as objectively as possible causing the cheeks to wiggle and
squeeze as the sting of the paddle penetrated into the soft and yielding
flesh.
"Ouch..........oh..........don't...........Yeow..... please
stop..............Agh." The teenager's howls mingled with the sharp
smacks of the paddle as the girl's legs kicked and waved in the air
giving Richard a delightful view of her vulva and pussy lips.
It seemed to Richard that spanking a lovely young girl was not
altogether unpleasant. He could feel his own excitement stiffen as the
girl bounced and wiggled over his lap, rubbing against what he hoped was
not an obvious bulge. Richard was more than ready to terminate the
punishment when the reddened bottom cheeks and the penitent wails of the
teenager indicated that the lesson had been learned.
When released from her humiliating posture, the young girl stood, her
panties at her ankles, exposing the furry thatch of her pubic mound as
well as her chastised bottom cheeks which she rubbed vigorously.
Richard, slightly embarrassed by this display, began to blush. This
seemed to amuse the females present, including the punished student who
slowly, and somewhat painfully, wriggled into her panties while
affording Richard another vivid view of her rosy twin mounds.
When the young girl left the room, Ann walked over to Richard and,
bringing her face close to his, whispered so that only he could hear
her. "Don't be upset. It's perfectly natural for you to be stimulated by
these girls. We'll discuss this later. Now, it's time to see what you
can do with the cane"
At Ann's signal, the other teacher escorted the last, and oldest,
student into the room. She was the very mature 17 year old whom Richard
had noticed before and, obviously, in her last year at the Academy. Her
well developed figure made even the school uniform look delightful and
the short jumper revealed lovely legs. As a senior, she was priveleged
to wear pantyhose and shoes with moderate heels, all of which added to
her erotic appearance.
"My dear Alice," said Ann addressing the girl, "last year you were a
chronic curfew violater and you seem to be getting off to the same start
this year, but this time with a twist." Turning to Richard, Ann
continued. "You are aware of Edgewood, the school for boys at the end of
the road. Unfortunately, it's too close for our comfort. Last week Alice
was discovered in a boy's room over there. The headmaster brought her
back to us and assured me that the boy would be properly punished. Since
they have the same discipline policy as we do, I assume he is paying for
his fun in the same way that our Alice will."
The girl's face reddened as she responded. "I was just visiting and lost
track of time. I didn't do anything wrong - nothing happened - believe
me. We were just talking."
"I'm sure," said Ann sarcastically, "then how did your panties wind up
on the floor of his room."
Alice, thoroughly embarrassed by this confrontation, and the dreaded
chastisement in store for her, began to sob. "We.. ..we were just
[sniff].....oh, I don't see why I can't be treated like an adult. I'm
almost 18.
"You were just about to say that you were starting to have sex when you
were interrupted," suggested Ann. "You should consider yourself lucky
that you were. When you are 18, you can do what you wish. However, you
are not there yet and it is my obligation to see that you are maintained
under discipline."
The ladies escorted the tearful Alice to the horse and bent her over it
so that her backside was uppermost on the padded top and her feet barely
touched the floor. Leather cuffs hung from the frame of the device and
these were used to imprison the girl's hands. Smiling, Ann lifted the
jumper out of the way and lowered the hose and the panties underneath to
expose a well form pair of bottom cheeks already wriggling with
embarrassment and anticipation. "Very well, Mr. Hazel, let's see if a
dozen strokes will improve Alice's behavior.
Grasping the rattan cane firmly, Richard tested it once by whipping it
through the air. The reaction of the young lady whose bare bottom was
exposed for punishment suggested that she had heard its sound. Again he
brought the rattan through the air but this time he applied it smartly
to the twin cheeks before him.
Instantly, a red welt appeared on the quivering mounds accompanied by a
moan of pain. Alice gasped again as Richard laid on a stroke. Pausing
briefly, he again wielded the cane placing a stripe almost immediately
below the first one.
"Yeow..", Alice shrieked, kicking violently with her feet and managing
to drum on the floor with the tips of her shoes as the sting spread
across her naked backside. "Oh....please, it hurts terribly."
Richard studied his target for the next stroke. The girl's buttocks were
raised high and presented perfectly for punishment. Not only were the
bare hillocks in evident view, but the humiliating posture also exposed
a substantial part of the intimate area between them. Richard found
himself becoming aroused by the sight of the pussy lips, surrounded by a
furry thatch of pubic hair, and hidden in the cleft betweeen the
quivering bottom cheeks.
Nevertheless, Richard recalled himself to the job at hand and continued
to wield the cane on Alice's wiggling and naked posterior, pausing
briefly between each stroke to allow the full effect to be felt. Alice's
shrieks served to reassure Richard that his performance was effective
just as the reddening stripes, criss-crossing the pale mounds of Alice's
bottom, gave proof that the punishment was being well applied.
By the 8th stroke, Alice was howling hysterically. "Oh...,
please............oh this is awful.......it hurts....yeow.........I
promise I'll never do it again."
When the final strokes had been applied without mercy to the wailing
Alice, the hand restraints were removed from the sobbing young lady. She
remained over the horse, however, bawling miserably and seemingly
unwilling to endure the humilation of facing her tormentors. Instead,
for a few minutes, she continued to present an erotic display of bottom
cheeks covered with fiery red welts and, as she wiggled and bounced with
pain, a furry cunt visibly moist from her exciting ordeal.
It seemed to Richard that he had an erection that could not be calmed as
he contemplated the ease with which he could insert his stiff manhood
between those wet pussy lips. Embarrassed, himself, Richard quickly sat
down as the ladies helped Alice dismount.
The girl removed her hosiery and panties, not wishing to endure the
friction of underclothes against her chastised backside, and with a
quick and wistful glance at Richard, fled sniffling from room, her
jumper skirt barely covering her red bottom.
Ann dismissed the female assistant with a nod, then locked the office
door. Smiling, she approaced Richard, aware of his embarrassed
situation. "She was cute, I must admit," Ann said.
Ann knelt in front of Richard and, to his dismay, unzipped his pants and
freed his tormented cock from the clothing which had imprisoned it. "Now
relax," Ann murmered, "these sessions get me horny too, so I suggest we
simply do what is neccessary to obtain relief. Do you agree"?
Richard could only moan in response as Ann inserted his stiffend cock
between her red lips. In a few moments, his delighted sighs filled the
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Parents' weekend at Greenwich Academy is always a chaotic experience.
Parents and their daughters mill about the campus, in the dorm rooms and
the recreation areas. While there are formal activities designed to give
the them an idea of the school life, parents usually try to see faculty
members to inquire about the progress being made by their darlings.
To avoid this kind of confrontation, Richard Hazel, assistant to the
headmistress of Greenwich, and the school disciplinarian, spent Saturday
afternoon in his private study marking papers. This was not the office
which he generally occupied, but the room used for punishment. Of
course, there were no discipline sessions scheduled which give Richard a
free afternoon. At least until a knock on the door intruded on his
solitude.
With a sigh, he went to the door and, opening it, stood staring at the
lovely woman in the doorway. Richard's visitor had the face and figure
of a fashion magazine cover. Her beautiful blond hair, blue eyes and the
hint of firm and ample breasts under the jacket of her elegant suit
caused him to pause as if paralyzed.
She smiled at his discomforture. "May I come in," she said, "I'm Evelyn
Colewell."
Richard stammered an unintelligible response, but he backed away from
the door and waved her in. He directed her to a chair, watching her
exquisite legs moving under the short skirt of the suit. "Please do.
Won't you sit down."
As she entered the room, he realized that she had a teenage girl in tow,
obviously her daughter. Of course, Richard thought, Lynne Colewell, a 14
year old and something of a smart aleck, according to the other
teachers. Richard had not been called upon to punish the girl as yet,
but her continued misbehavior had been brought to his attention and he
certainly expected to see her very soon.
"You know my daughter Lynne, I believe," she continued. "We're sorry to
intrude but Ms. Henderson told me you were the one to see."
Richard had to pull himself together to keep from staring again. The
lady had to be in her 40s, but she looked 25. He glanced at the daughter
who was a smaller version of her mother but without her parent's charm
and graciousness. The girl had not come here willingly and was grumbling
and muttering under her breath.
"What can I do for you, Mrs. Colewell," he said finally.
"You may be aware that my daughter has not impressed her teachers with
her good manners. I understand from my discussion with the headmistress
that Lynne is very likely to be sent to you for discipline.
"That is true. She is probably going to be on the next list." Richard
wondered if Mrs. Colewell was fully aware of the nature of the
punishment administered at Greenwich Academy. From the look on Lynne's
face, it was obvious that the teenager knew what to expect.
"I became quite upset," Mrs. Colewell continued, "when I discovered this
while I was putting some sweaters in her dresser drawer." Opening her
purse, Mrs. Colewell drew out a pack of cigarettes nearly empty but with
about 8 or ten remaining. "Am I correct in assuming that smoking is
against the rules"?
Before Richard could respond, Lynne became agitated. "Oh, you bitch, why
can't you mind your own business," she snapped.
Ignoring her, Richard addressed his lovely visitor. "Yes, that is a
serious infraction."
"So Ms. Henderson indicated when I mentioned it. Frankly, Mr. Hazel, I
am not pleased with Lynne's attitude and I believe she requires
immediate correction. That is why I brought her here. I want her
punished right now."
Noting Richard's hesitation, Mrs. Colewell continued. "I realize that we
are talking about a spanking, Mr. Hazel. It is something that Lynne has
needed for some time, but it is beyond my ability and her
father,...well, we're divorced, so I have been raising her by myself."
"Very well, Mrs. Colewell, we'll begin right now."
Reaching into his desk, Richard extracted a wooden paddle, slightly
larger than a table tennis racquet, through which several holes had been
drilled. He moved toward the teenager and led her to a chair a few feet
from the one in which her mother was sitting
The topic of the discussion and the sight of the paddle had increased
Lynne's apprehension. "Oh....please....no....... Mother...," she
shrieked as Richard seated himself and pulled the terrified girl over
his lap. Lynne was dressed in the school uniform so that her regulation
jumper skirt rode up above her hips as he adusted her position across
his knees, exposing her ample bottom filling the white cotton panties
which Greenwich girls were required to wear. Holding her skirt well
above her waist, Richard applied pressure to the small of Lynne's back
to hold the squirming girl in place. He paused as he contemplated the
wiggling backside still covered by the panties.
Glancing at Lynne's mother, he became aware of her delightful and amused
smile. "Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Hazel," she said, "go ahead and lower
her panties."
Richard smiled in return and pulled the teenagers brief panties to a
point below her knees baring her well formed twin mounds and shapely
thighs. Lynne squeezed her cheeks together as much in an effort to
reduce the exposure of her nearly mature feminine cleft as in
anticipation of the dreaded punishment. The girl had stopped protesting
and began to whine softly as she awaited the spanking.
Lynne did not have to wait very long. Within a few moments, the paddle
was rapidly spanking the resiliant bottom-cheeks, each smack landing
with a loud report on the soft female flesh. The wriggling teenager
began to shriek with pain as she felt the fiery sting. "Ouch.....oooh.
ow........agh...... please..no...don't."
Richard looked up for a moment as he paused to inspect the reddening
backside bouncing on his lap. Lynne was waving her legs wildly in the
air, no longer concerned about displaying the furry cleft and soft pussy
lips each time her thighs parted in her effort to avoid the punishing
strokes. Mrs. Colewell sat as if fascinated by the scene. Her legs were
tightly crossed with a hint of white thigh above her stocking tops. Her
face was flushed and her nostrils flared with excitement.
Returning to the bare bottom lying on his lap, Richard applied himself
to the punishment of the bare bottom lying on his lap. Lynne was crying
loudly as the continued sting and humiliation of the spanking broke down
her reserve. "Oh.. help,this is awful.........Yeow........I'll be
good...... Ouch.........oh.........please."
When He was satisfied with the red hue of the tormented girl's bottom
cheeks, Richard helped her to her feet. Tearfully, Lynne hopped from
side to side as she rubbed at the pain in her bottom, oblivious to the
soft curly tufts of her pubic mound which she was now revealing. Her
panties remained around her ankles for several minutes as she massaged
her hot posterior. Then, sniffling into a tissue supplied by her mother,
the teenager stepped out of her panties and stuffed them into hand.
"You can probably go back to your room now, Lynne, if it's all right
with Mr. Hazel. I will be along later to say goodbye before I leave the
school"
Richard nodded and the girl, now somewhat calmer, looked at Richard then
at her mother. Smiling briefly, she left the room still carrying her
panties in her hand.
When Lynne had closed the door behind her, Mrs. Colewell walked over to
Richard who was still seated. Putting her arm on his, she smiled warmly.
"Thank you very much. I'm sure Lynne will benefit from that."
Richard, feeling himself like a schoolboy in the presence of this
elegant and beautiful woman, stammered a response, hoping that Mrs.
Colewell would not notice the erection bulging in his pants. She
continued to speak, softly and, Richard thought, in musical tones.
"Richard, you must call me Evelyn, please. I do hope we will be friends."
"Certainly," he said. "Evelyn, I'm sure that your daughter has learned a
lesson and will improve her behavior. Have you had much trouble with her."?
"No, actually, just recently. Since her father and I divorced. I believe
she blames me for the difficulty, but we married very young. He was the
first man who...well, you know what I mean. Anyway, Lynne's respect for
me diminished and I allowed her to get away with it. I have even
continued to spoil her hoping that would restore our relationship. I
guess I messed things up out of a sense of guilt."
"A child needs a firm hand in a situation like that," said Richard.
"That's particularly true of adolescent females."
Evelyn laughed. "What about their mothers. Don't you think they need a
firm hand as well. I think I have been as bitchy as Lynne these last few
months. Perhaps I need a spanking myself."
"Well," Richard quipped, "you've certainly come to the right place.
That's what I do here."
"Very well," said Evelyn huskily, "let's get it over with, please."
Evelyn removed her jacket exposing perfect breasts, jutting outward
without support, their nipples already hardened. She folded the jacket
and placed it over a chair. Then, unzipping and stepping out of her
skirt, she stood in front of Richard wearing only a garter belt and
bikini panties. Her long legs were encased in sheer stockings held up by
the garters and ended in a pair of high-heeled shoes which contributed
to the erotic effect. "Shall I get across your knee?" she asked,
whispering softly.
Richard was too excited to reply. Instead he guided the Evelyn's lovely
frame into spanking position and lowered the panties to a point well
below the curve of her unblemished twin mounds. Their dampness confirmed
her arousal as did the moist pubic hair surrounding her delicate pussy
lips, visible between the lady's shapely thighs. With a gasp of
appreciation, he ran his hand over the smooth bottom cheeks. "This ass
is almost too good to spank."
She giggled, looking back at him from her humiliating posture. "Go ahead
and spank it anyway."
Richard began the spanking slowly, applying the paddle smartly to the
firm cheeks and alternating the smacks so as to impart a uniform glow
the the area. Then he applied a flurry of strokes, each leaving its
stinging mark on the punishment place.
"Oooch............yeow." Evelyn emitted a yelp of pain after each smack
but, unlike her daughter, seemed to be deriving more satisfaction that
distress from the chastisement. She kicked her feet in the air wildly
and ground her hips into his lap as she squeezed her thighs together.
By the time Evelyn's bottom had taken on a satisfactory shade of red,
this friction was certainly contributing to the hardness in Richard's
cock. He felt that he was suffering nearly as much as the spanked woman
lying on it. Concerned that he might embarrass himself by cumming in his
pants, Richard ended the spanking and helped Evelyn to her feet. She
smiled, rubbing her bottom sensually for a few moments. Then, she leaned
over and kissed him fervently.
Pulling him to a standing position, Evelyn knelt before him, unzipped
his slacks and released the stiff and tormented tool. Richard breathed a
sigh of relief which turned into a cry of delight as she began to
minister to his maleness with her lips and tongue.
"You must have an awful time, spanking those young, sweet bottoms," she
murmured. But Richard's reply was lost in his loud moan as her mouth
enveloped him.
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Richard Hazel had settled in comfortably as a teacher and as assistant
to the head of Greenwich Academy, an exclusive private school for girls.
To his delight, he discovered that the primary function of his
administrative job was the spanking of those young ladies who violated
the school's strict rules - a responsibility which he handled very well
and which was sexually stimulating to him. The spankings were also
stimulating to Ann Henderson, his boss and the school's headmistress, a
required witness to each of the bare bottom chastisements. As a result,
he found himself the happy object of Ann's attentions after each friday
night punishment session, with his cock nearly buried in the lady's
eager mouth or between her equally hungry pussy lips.
As the school term advanced, however, the demands on his disciplinary
skills abated. After the first few weeks, the pain and humiliation of
the first few miscreants seemed to serve as an object lesson for all of
the girls. Although each spanking was privately administered, the sound
of the paddle or the cane followed by anguished cries could be heard by
other girls on their way to the school store, club meetings or other
evening activities. Undoubtedly, also, the sight of a sniffling teenage
girl walking uncomfortably back to her dormitory, while rubbing at her
stinging posterior, sent a message to her peers that inappropriate
behavior was dealt with severely at the Academy.
So it was that Richard's mind was not on disciplinary duties on the
particular afternoon that Ann walked into his office. He had been
grading papers and looked up at the interruption.
"Richard, my sweet," smiled Ann, "we have a problem on our hands and I
want you in on it. Mrs. Harris just had a report from one of her 9th
graders. Apparently, the child's roommate has a badly bruised backside
and she was worried about it. Someone has been walloping her. Have you
been practicing your spanking after school?"
Richard ignored the jibe. "This fits in with what I've heard before. I
think we have some sort of secret organization operating in the Upper
School. Some of my students have suggestted it, but noone is willing to
talk about it. I'm told it's called the Ladies of the Evening because
they meet at night, after lights out, and they like the joke which the
name creates."
"I intend to get to the bottom of this," said Ann angrily. "I won't have
that kind of nonsense in my school. If anyone is going to smack ass, it
will be me. Or you, dear," she said, softening and bending to kiss
Richard. "I will send for the girl immediately and bring her here."
About 10 minutes later, Ann returned to Richard's office followed by a
reluctant teenager. Ann smiled as the girl declined an invitation to be
seated. "Betty," she said addressing the nervous 14 year old, "I
understand that you have been smacked around a little. How did it happen?"
"It's nothing, Ms. Henderson," the girl mumbled.
"Nevertheless, you will tell me...about that and about the Ladies of the
Evening." $H? The reference to the secret organization definitely struck
home and a flush crept over the girl's face. "I...I can't talk about
it," she said.
Sternly, the young headmistress seated herself in one of the chairs and
pulled the surprised Betty over her lap. In a moment, the girls uniform
skirt had been raised and her panties
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