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JT Stevens wrote:
> Thanks for postings nikki do you have part 4 of this one ??
> The Girl's School 4 (MF Mf M+F+f+ FF ff F+f+ bdsm span fdom cons)
By: Connard Wellingham
Chapter 4 - The Punishment (MF sm)
For the rest of that day, Adam was in bit of a daze and went through his
teaching duties mechanically. What was really troubling him was that, deep
inside, if he was to be brutally honest with himself, part of him was
actually
looking forward to the experience. He became more and more keyed up and
only
nibbled at his tea. He kept looking at his watch - partly wishing it
was time
and partly wishing it was all over.
At a quarter to seven he knocked on Anne's door. Anne had already got
preparations well under way. In a side room off her office a strange
wooden
device was set in the middle of the floor. It had two supporting posts
about 3
feet apart with two horizontal bars between them. The lower one was
fixed but
the upper one could be raised or lowered and was heavily padded and
covered with
leather. From the lower bar, two short spars protruded with hand-grips
at the
ends. Adam looked at it in puzzlement.
"I'll explain what happens," said Anne. "The delinquent enters the room
and removes her skirt. She will not be wearing tights or stockings.
Depending
on the offence, she is sometimes required to remove her pants as well.
She will
be told how many strokes she is to receive and with what implement will
be used.
She pointed at her desk. On it was a thick leather strap, a paddle a
bit like
an outsize ping-pong bat, a whip with a short handle and numerous long,
fine
strands and an outsize plastic ruler. Adam shuddered at the sight of these
barbaric implements of punishment.
"She steps up to the 'gate', places her feet on the marks, bends over the
bar and grips the handles on the far side. The top bar can be adjusted to
support her waist. She is required to keep her feet perfectly still,
hold onto
the handles at all times and to count the strokes. Failure to do so adds 5
strokes. I should add that strokes are to be delivered only to the
buttocks.
"The punishment is designed to be both painful and humiliating - but not
to cause permanent damage. As these girls have been flaunting their not
inconsiderable charms, I think they should be required to remove their
skirts,
pants and blouses. Let's see how they feel when they really have to
show their
stuff. I also think we should use the 'tickler' - she picked up the
whip-like
implement. This stings like fury but doesn't last that long. We want to
dissuade them from improper behaviour, not punish them for a major
crime. 20
strokes should be enough.
"You need the correct action to get the best effect. Bring it down
sharply but, just before it hits, flick your wrist. I'll show you."
She raised the whip and brought it smartly down. The multitude of strands
whistled out behind. At about waist height, she abruptly jerked her wrist
upwards. The strands continued downwards and then changed direction with a
sharp 'crack' - a bit like flicking a wet dish towel. It sounded frightful.
"Now you try."
Cautiously, Adam raised the whip and took a practise swing. The effect
was limp, to say the least.
"Come on, Adam, but some life into it," Anne scolded.
After several more attempts, Adam managed to approach the correct action.
Anne glanced at her watch and then at Adam.
"OK? Let's get them in."
She opened the door and summoned Veronica. The girl stepped tentatively
into the room and the gasped as she saw Adam.
"Ms Henderson," she protested. "He shouldn't be here. It's not right."
Anne looked at her sternly. "I don't think you're in much of a position
to object, Veronica. After all, it was in Mr Hazel's class that you were
misbehaving."
"But I didn't do anything," Veronica wailed.
"You weren't trying to disrupt Mr Hazel's lesson?"
"No, Miss."
"Oh? Tell me how you were dressed today?"
"In school uniform, Miss."
"I see. What sort of shoes did you have on?"
Veronica looked at the floor. "Black ones."
"What sort of black ones? Describe them."
"They were just black shoes."
"You mean they weren't patent leather and they didn't have 4-inch heels?"
Veronica was silent.
"Well, Veronica? Were they the shoes you were wearing today?"
"Yes, Ms Henderson," admitted Veronica very reluctantly.
"And what about your skirt?"
"What about it?"
"It could be described as short?"
"Yes, Ms Henderson."
"Very short?"
"I, I suppose so."
"And underneath your skirt you were wearing stockings? Sheer, black
stockings? With a garter belt? Is that right, Mr Hazel?"
"I didn't really notice," Adam stammered.
"And your pants were - what colour, Mr Hazel?"
"Black ... lace," he croaked.
"And on top, Veronica, what were you wearing?"
"A white shirt, Miss."
"And underneath?"
"Underneath, Miss?"
"Yes, Veronica. What were you wearing underneath your white shirt?"
Veronica stared fixedly at the floor, her face pale.
"I'm waiting for your answer, Veronica."
Veronica remained silent, her fingers twisting nervously.
"Can I take it your silence means that you were wearing nothing under your
shirt? You will answer, Veronica."
"Yes, Miss."
"Yes, what, Veronica?"
Veronica looked up in a sudden act of defiance.
"Yes I was wearing nothing under my shirt."
"So, Veronica, today you turned up for class dressed in a white shirt with
no bra, a very short skirt, black stockings and a garter belt, and
patent high-
heeled shoes. Am I correct?"
"Yes, Miss Henderson."
"Why did you dress like that?"
"I dunno. Because I wanted to, I suppose."
"You suppose! The reason you dressed like a tart was, quite simply, to
provoke Mr Hazel and disrupt his class? Isn't that so?"
Veronica stayed silent with bowed head, the toe of her right foot tracing
small circles on the carpet.
"Well, Veronica, we're both eagerly awaiting your answer."
"I suppose so, Ms Henderson," the girl finally, reluctantly admitted.
"You know that sort of behaviour is unacceptable. It disrupts Mr Hazel's
excellent lessons and is not fair on the rest of the class. If you want to
seduce Mr Hazel, you must do so outside the classroom." Both Adam and
Veronica
gasped at this statement. Adam looked at the girl who gave a him a
quick, sly
glance, then returned her attention to the floor.
"You will cease dressing provocatively as of now. To remind you, you will
receive 20 strokes of the 'tickler'. Please remove your skirt, pants
and blouse
and take your place. You, I'm sorry to say, are familiar with the
procedure."
"Please, Ms Henderson, don't make me strip. I'll take more than 20 but I
don't want to take my clothes off in front of Mr Hazel."
"Veronica, you were quite prepared to show off your charms to Mr Hazel
earlier today so why not now? No arguments, girl."
Very reluctantly, and blushing furiously, Veronica began to unfasten her
skirt and pull it down. Adam, being a gentleman, stared fixedly at a
painting
of a vase of flowers, trying to remember if it was Van Goch or Gaugin
who had
painted sunflowers, as she slowly and grudgingly stripped.
"Mr Hazel." Anne's voice interrupted him.
He blinked and looked round. Veronica, dressed only in her white, lacy
bra was now bent almost double over the whipping frame. Her small,
round bottom
was high in the air, proffered blatantly for it's abuse. The muscles in
her
slender legs were tense and trembling from her bent-over position. The
knuckles
of her hands were white where she gripped the hand-holds and her long,
black
hair trailed on the floor. Between her parted thighs her labia, covered in
soft, dark hair, was wantonly displayed. Adam felt himself grow
uncomfortably
warm.
Anne handed him the whip. "Carry on, Mr Hazel."
Adam cleared his throat. "Now, Veronica, you know why you are being
punished?"
"Yes." A small voice.
"Tell me," he said, playing for time.
"Because I upset you."
"I'm not upset, Veronica. That's not why you're being punished."
"Because I disrupted your class."
"That's better. And how did you disrupt the class?"
Beside him, Anne was nodding in approval.
"By distracting you."
"And how were you distracting me?" Adam was getting into his stride, now.
"By the way I was dressed."
"And ... A bit more than that, I think."
"And by letting you see up my skirt."
"That's better. Any more?"
"And letting you look at my breasts."
Adam was beginning to feel a stirring in his loins and decided he had
better get on with it.
"Good. What are you going to do from now on?"
"Dress properly." Veronica paused briefly then continued, "And seduce you
outside the classroom."
Anne clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle as Adam flushed.
"I don't think that's quite the idea," he said, hastily. "How are you
going to be punished?"
"Twenty strokes with the 'tickler'."
Adam cleared his throat. This was it. He couldn't put it off any longer.
"Remember, Veronica, to count each stroke and keep still," Anne said,
sternly. "Five extra every time you miss."
"Yes, Ms Henderson."
"Right, Mr Hazel. In your own time. Even strokes if you please."
Adam positioned himself and slowly raised the whip. He could feel his arm
trembling. He looked down at the smooth, round, up-thrust cheeks.
Would he
have the nerve to go through with it?
"Whenever you're ready, Mr Hazel," said Anne, sharply, right beside his
ear.
Startled, he brought the whip sharply down and, at the last moment,
remembered to jerk his wrist upwards. The strands whistled down and
flicked
perfectly against the girl's skin. They almost seemed to kiss it but she
flinched and cried, "Ow. One."
He raised his arm brought it down again.
"Oh, ouch. Two."
"Just count, Veronica, and never mind the histrionics," said Anne.
To Adam the experience took on a dream-like quality. Here he was, in the
Head Teacher's study whipping the bare bottom of a lithe and sexy
teenager girl.
As he laid on the strokes, her bottom started to grow first pink, then
red. He
was not an expert and sometimes the strands laid across the tense flesh and
sometimes they barely kissed it. Throughout, the girl kept up a steady
count
and remained rooted to her position, despite the fact that she was
sobbing, the
tears dripping from her eyes.
After the 20th stroke, Adam lowered his arm and stood back.
"Right, Veronica. That will be all. Get dressed now, please," said Anne.
As the girl straightened, stiff from bending over and sore from the
beating,
Adam suddenly noticed small drops of moisture on the soft brown hair of her
mons. He was shocked. Surely Veronica hadn't found the punishment
stimulating?
What a disturbing thought.
The girl pulled on her blouse and skirt - but not her panties - and stood,
sniffling, eyes downcast, clenching and unclenching her fists at the
pain in her
bottom.
"You may go, now."
"Yes, Ms Henderson. Thank you Ms Henderson. Thank you Mr Hazel," said
the girl, almost curtsying.
"Get some cream from the dispensary, Veronica," said Anne as she opened
the door to usher Veronica out and Melanie in.
They same procedure with Melanie - with almost the same result. At first
the girl denied any wrong-doing but finally admitted, when pressured,
that she
had been deliberately exposing herself to Adam in class. She, too, was
told to
strip to her bra. Unlike Veronica she made no objection but, after a
sly look
at Adam, quickly removed here skirt, blouse and panties. Melanie was more
developed than Veronica; rounder and with a fuller figure. Her breasts
swelled
up from the confines of her white bra, her hips were broader and her bottom
rounder. She took her place at the 'gate' and Adam definitely felt his
cock
stir at the sight of her rounded bottom sticking up into the air with
the plump
peach of her mons with its covering of red hair exposed below.
Adam raised his arms and laid on the first stroke. Melanie hissed as the
strands bit into her tender flesh and clenched the cheeks of her bottom but
otherwise made no sound except to count "One". She repeated this at every
stroke. It was an incredibly erotic sight - the young girl bent over
the bar,
squeezing and relaxing the cheeks of her bottom. Adam's cock grew
stiffer and
stiffer. He also became aware that Melanie was definitely being turned
on by
his ministrations as the lips of her pussy softened and moistened. He
realised
that she was increasing the sensation by squeezing her vaginal muscles
as she
clenched her bottom.
By the end of the twenty strokes, he was red and sweating - a fact not
unnoticed by the girl who gave him a sly, knowing look as she put on her
blouse
and skirt. To his bewilderment, Anne, too, seemed to be affected by the
performance. She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling
noticeably beneath her formal, white shirt and she had trouble
controlling her
voice as she dismissed the girl.
~~~~~~~
If Melanie had a good figure, Felicia had a outstanding one. She was also
brazen and made no attempt to deny the offence. Her only comment was
that 'he'd
enjoyed looking'. Indeed it was Felicia who had troubled Adam the most.
She
had been the most shameless in class and it was she who most frequently
haunted
his night-time erotic fantasies - Felicia with her pouting lips wrapped
round
his cock; Felicia lying with her legs wide apart begging him to fuck her
blonde
snatch; Felicia moaning and writhing in the throes of ecstasy as he
pumped his
cum into her. The problem was that she was sexy and she knew it, played
on it.
She had the classic 'look but don't touch' demeanour. In short, she was a
tease.
She removed her clothes without comment. In fact 'stripped' would be a
better description for her manner verged on the impertinent as she
unfastened
her blouse and let it slip slowly from her shoulders and smoothed her
hands down
her thighs before unzipping her skirt with one hip thrust out. Adam was
very
aroused and felt sure the girl knew it - and knew just what effect she was
having on him. He was having difficulty breathing as she bent herself
over the
bar with a provocative wiggle of her perfect, twin globes.
As Anne positioned the waist bar and he noticed she gave the globes a
surreptitious caress.
He took his position and raised the whip with a trembling arm. His first
blow was ineffectual and the strands just laid across the girl's bottom
without
any force.
"Mr Hazel," said Anne sharply.
"Sorry," he muttered.
His second stroke was perfect. The lash whistled down, his wrist flicked
at exactly the right moment and the strands flicked across the tense,
rounded
cheeks. The girl moaned, but not just with pain, and rotated her buttocks,
seductively. He applied another blow with the same result. Amazingly,
Felicia
was actively enjoying this.
Suddenly, something inside Adam snapped. He would stop the teasing. He
would break through that conceited, arrogant, sexy veneer and make her
feel.
This time he brought his arm down with more force and flicked the whip
up with a
sharper snap. The strands cut across the perfect flesh with definite
bite and
the girl jerked and whimpered. He struck again and she cried out - not
with
pleasure but in real pain. This was not fun any more. Adam felt a
surge of
glee. He was winning. He was getting through to her. For the first
time since
he had started, he had power. He laid on the remainder of the strokes
unaware
that his face had drawn into a maniacal grin. He was unaware of the
look of
concern on Anne's face: of her half-started attempts to restrain him.
By the final stroke, the girl was sobbing loudly, barely able to maintain
the required count. Her bottom was a fiery red where the lash had
crossed and
re-crossed the skin of perfect globes. She straightened, tears
streaming down
her face and looked at him reproachfully from her big, blue eyes. Even
when
crying, he noticed in wonderment, she was utterly beautiful.
Adam lowered the whip and let it fall from nerveless fingers. He was
sweating and panting and simply stood as Anne hustled the bruised girl
into her
clothes and out of the door.
As she was leaving, Felicia suddenly stopped and turned towards him.
"You didn't have to hit me so hard," she said in a small voice. And then
she was gone.
Anne came back and stood in front of him.
"You were a bit hard on her, you know," she said softly and stoked a hot
hand down his cheek.
He dropped his head. "I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what got into
me.
She just provoked me too far."
"She is a very provocative girl," said Anne.
He raised his head and met Anne's gaze. Her eyes were hooded and hot.
Her face was flushed. Her lips, red and full, were parted. Without
thinking
about it he bent and kissed her. Instantly, her free hand was around
his neck,
her tongue snaked into his mouth and she thrust her body against him.
A wave of lust overwhelmed him. His hands roved her back. He pulled her
fiercely against him, feeling her large breasts squash against his chest
even
through the layers of clothing. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and
mashed
his lips against hers. He dropped his hands to her buttocks and pulled her
tight against him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. She moaned
beneath
the kiss and squirmed in his embrace, rubbing herself against him
rolling his
rigid cock across her belly.
The kiss ended and they started at each other with lust-filled eyes.
"Anne ... ," he began.
"Yes," she said in a harsh whisper. "Do it."
Then they were frantically tearing at each other's buttons and zips and
catches. Adam pulled open her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders.
He tore
at the buttons of her shirt, pulling two off in his desperation. He
fumbled for
the catch of her bra. "The front, Adam. At the front," she prompted
him. He
got the catch open and pulled the cups apart and grasped her large
breasts in
his hands digging his fingers painfully into the soft, resilient flesh.
She
threw her head back and moaned. He tried to stoop to kiss them but she
pushed
him away. She pulled his tie loose and tore at his shirt buttons,
pulling the
tail free from his trousers. She ran her hands up and down his chest,
scoring
it with her nails. It was his turn to moan. Then she was struggling
with his
belt and trouser buttons. He sucked in his stomach to help her. She
pulled
down his fly zip and thrust a hand down inside his underpants.
He reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist. He
started to pull down her panties but she cried, "Don't bother. Just
push them
aside." She was frantically pushing at his trousers and pants, trying
to get
them down his legs over his rampant cock. His cock sprung free at last
and she
took it in both hands and tried to guide into to her vagina. Adam looked
frantically around. Half lifting her under her bottom and half pushing, he
hobbled over to Anne's desk, his trousers and pants working their way
down to
his ankles. He lifted her and sat her on the edge of the desk, sweeping
away
papers and folders. She hunched her pelvis forward and pulled his cock
towards
her. He bent his knees slightly as she lined him up and pulled the hard
length
into her wet, eager cunt.
As the hot tip of his rod met the soft wet heat of her cunt, they both
moaned. Then Adam pushed forwards and slid his hard length deep into
her. She
parted her legs as wide as they would go and clasped her arms around his
neck as
he, without any preliminaries, began to shaft in and out of her as hard
as he
could.
Her heavy breasts bounced against his chest and her hard nipples seemed to
burn hot trails across his skin. Her head fell against his shoulder and
she
gasped, "Oh, God. Oh, yes. Do it. Do it. That's good. Harder.
Harder," as
he rammed into her as hard as he could, flexing his knees to give
himself extra
purchase. She curled her legs around his waist and crossed her ankles. He
could feel the nylon of her stockings brush against his skin. She began
to hump
up and down on the desk, moaning and panting and swearing. He put one
hand at
her bottom and one in the middle of her back to pull her even more
tightly to
him. His cock was now completely embedded in her cunt, their pubic hairs
rubbing together, and was able only to move fractionally in and out.
But her
up-and-down motion was making her cunt squeeze his cock delightfully and
he knew
he would cum soon.
Anne's movements became even more frantic and she muttered, "So close.
Don't stop. So close. Oh, yes," in his ear.
Suddenly she went rigid, her cunt seemed to grip him like a vice and she
bit savagely into his shoulder. He never even noticed. Then she
relaxed and
sighed and he felt a deep warmth surround his cock as she came. That
triggered
him and he felt his balls tighten.
"I'm nearly there. Don't stop," he growled and jabbed his cock into her
even more deeply and fiercely.
She tightened her legs around his waist and said, "That's right. Come
inside me. Come deep inside me."
With a noise between a growl and a moan, he stuffed his cock as far up her
crack as he could and pumped his semen into her in long, deep spurts.
Spent, he slumped back and they hung onto each other, panting and wheezing
for a long moment. Then, with a low moan and a small cry of
disappointment from
Anne, he pulled his sticky cock out of her cunt. He helped her down
from the
desk and they staggered over to the settee where they collapsed in each
other's
arms.
After a timeless moment - minutes or hours, Adam groaned and stirred.
"Adam ... ." "I'm .... ." They started together. They looked at each
other and smiled, suddenly shy. Anne ran a gentle finger down Adam's cheek.
"I don't know if I should apologise or crow," he grinned.
"Oh, don't apologise," said Anne, softly. "In some ways it's I who should
apologise to you."
"Whatever for? I'm the one who lost control."
"Yes, but..." she drew a breath and the soft look was replaced with
something harder. "It doesn't matter. Did you enjoy that?"
"What?" He looked surprised. "The beating or the sex?"
"Don't be ingenuous," she said a trifle tartly, then grinned. "I meant
the session. I know you enjoyed the sex."
He thought for a moment then answered soberly. "It disturbs me to say
that I
haven't been so aroused in a long time. I've always believed that
hitting young
people was wrong - that a teacher shouldn't need the threat of violence to
maintain discipline. But this wasn't like that. They weren't
'children'. That
wasn't 'corporal punishment' - at least not in the way I thought it did."
"No. You're right. Our punishment sessions are not corporal punishment
in the traditional sense. But they do serve a purpose." She seemed
about to
say more but stopped and sighed. "Now, Adam, we've done our duty as
disciplinarians and had our pleasure as adults but I'm afraid my
responsibilities as headmistress need to be attended to." She pushed
him away
and climbed to her feet. She stretched her stiff muscles, lifting her
arms over
her head. Adam thrilled at the way her magnificent breasts stood
proudly out
from her chest. He felt he could make love to this beautiful woman for
ever and
still not get enough. He wondered if he was falling in love. She began
putting
her clothing in order and, reluctantly he stood up and did the same.
At the door of the office she kissed him deeply and lingeringly. "I think
this is just the beginning," she murmured as she ushered him out.
END of Chapter 4
>
> <Nikki@P.U.> wrote in message news:10kmp1us5v4jq9b@corp.supernews.com...
>
>>The Girl's School 5 (MF Mf M+F+f+ FF ff F+f+ bdsm span fdom cons)
>>
>>
>>By: Connard Wellingham
>>
>>Chapter 5 - Aftermath (MF)
>>
>>It was with some trepidation that Adam greeted the next morning.
>>Something momentous had occurred yesterday, he was certain - although
>>what, he
>>wasn't sure. He felt he had passed some milestone; some point from
>>which there
>>could be no return, and he smelled bridges burning furiously behind him.
>>Somewhat to his surprise, the world was no different: the sun still
>>shone, the
>>wind still blew, the flowers still bloomed and nodded in the breeze and
>
> the
>
>>sparrows still chirruped in the ivy. He glanced up at the old, grey
>>building
>>before him. Its ivy-clad walls, normally so mellow and friendly, seemed
>>to loom
>>disapprovingly this morning. Behind the deep-set windows, a host of
>>probing,
>>knowing eyes scrutinized his progress and grinning mouths exchanged arch
>>remarks
>>between giggles. He gave himself a mental shake and told himself he was
>>being
>>foolish. Still he could not dispel the mood of apprehension and he was
>>he was
>>somewhat distracted when he faced his first class.
>>
>>Fortunately for his sanity, his first few classes were with the younger
>>girls. They behaved with almost disappointing normality and he slowly
>>began to
>>relax into his normal groove. He thought, briefly about avoiding the
>>staff room
>>at break but knew that would be out of character. Again, almost to his
>>disappointment, everything seemed normal. Jacqueline and Marcia were
>>discussing
>>a TV programme from last night. Barbara was reading with Evaline sitting
>>quietly beside her sipping her tea. Helen was not present and, thank God,
>>neither was Anne. He breathed an inward sigh of relief. Although he
>>knew he
>>would have to face her some time soon, but he was thankful that it was
>>not now.
>>
>>As he poured himself coffee, Jacqueline came up behind him.
>>
>>"So what's with the girls this morning?"
>>
>>He felt himself flushing, "Sorry?"
>>
>>"Don't tell me you hadn't noticed?"
>>
>>"Er... Well, they do seem a bit quiet, that's true."
>>
>>"A bit quiet!" Jacqueline exploded. "They're positively comatose.
>>Especially the 5th. They're like refugees from a convent. Veronica and
>>Melanie
>>are positively out of sorts and Felicia hasn't showed up at all."
>>
>>He gave a start. "Oh? Nothing serious I hope?"
>>
>>"No idea. She just wasn't in class."
>>
>>"Oh. Well I have them after break. We'll see then."
>>
>>Jacqueline had a sudden insight. "They haven't been disciplined, by any
>>chance? That would explain it."
>>
>>Adam swallowed in a dry throat. "Er... It's possible, I suppose. They
>>were getting a bit out of hand."
>>
>>"I thought so," she said, triumphantly. She looked at him, shrewdly.
>>
>>"You didn't have anything to do with it, by any chance?"
>>
>>Adam's heart sank. "Well, um, it's possible. I did mention a couple of
>>things to Anne and... er... well..."
>>
>>Jacqueline nudged him sharply and leered. "Well that explains it.
>>They're always a bit down after a disciplining. They'll be back to
>>normal in no
>>time. Not fair, though, Anne having all the fun and not telling us."
>>
>>Adam spluttered over his last mouthful of coffee and flushed. "Er, well,
>>I'd better be getting back."
>>
>>He hurried from the room and didn't see the strange look Jacqueline gave
>>to his retreating back.
>>
>>~~~~~~~
>>
>>As the 5th year filed in, he searched their faces anxiously but covertly,
>>looking for some sign - what sort of sign he didn't know. They entered
>>quietly.
>>They were down as Jacqueline had said. Veronica and Melanie seated
>>themselves
>>rather gingerly, he thought, although it could have been his imagination.
>>Felicia was not with them. He looked up now, trying to control his
>>thumping
>>heart and hoping his voice would not croak. He noticed that they were all
>>dressed very demurely: no deviations from the regulation skirts and
>>blouses.
>>Somehow, this gave him confidence and he launched into the lesson.
>>
>>They were subdued. They seemed to pay more attention, to listen to his
>>words carefully. He was aware of four pairs of eyes fixed upon him as he
>>explained a particularly obscure calculation. For some reason this was
>>both
>>extremely disconcerting and immensely erotic. His delivery almost
>>stumbled but
>>he managed to finish his explanation and set them a problem to solve.
>>He sat
>>and looked at their sleek, young heads bent over their books.
>>
>>Then, in a flash, it came to him; they were scared of him - no, scared
>>wasn't the right word - wary, cautious, even respectful. He tried to
>>think it
>>through. The answer came to him in a flash. It was obvious. He had
>>severely
>>chastised three of them - thrashed them soundly. They had been forced
>>to expose
>>their bare bottoms to him and allow him to beat them severely. It was
>>debasing,
>>humiliating. They had accepted his authority: accepted that he had the
>>power to
>>compel them to expose themselves; accepted his right to punish them.
>>Of course
>>they would be obsequious. He almost laughed aloud with sheer
>>exhilaration.
>>Miranda glanced up from her work. He grinned at her and she quickly
>>returned to
>>her task. He breathed deeply, savouring the moment.
>>
>>The rest of the lesson, and, indeed, the rest of the day, passed quickly.
>>Adam wanted to test this new-found power - to see how far he could use
>>it, and
>>in what directions. He realised that the situation that had led to the
>>punishment no longer disturbed him. It wouldn't bother him if they came
>
> in
>
>>half-naked. He also realised that he would readily discipline them
>>again - in
>>fact he might be rather glad of an excuse. But first, he needed to
>>determine
>>some limits and make some plans. He went to find Anne.
>>
>>~~~~~~~
>>
>>She was in her office.
>>
>>"Adam... , she began, coming out from behind her desk as he entered.
>>
>>Without conscious thought they were in each others' arms and kissing with
>>passionate abandon. He could feel those magnificent breasts pressed tight
>>against his chest, the nipples growing hard. He ran his hands through
>>her hair,
>>up and down her arched back, cupped the cheeks of her bottom and pulled
>
> her
>
>>fiercely to him. She clutched at his shoulders and his head as she
>>thrust her
>>tongue into his mouth and wriggled it around lewdly. His cock swelled and
>>stiffened and she rubbed her belly against it shamelessly.
>>
>>"Oh, Adam.. ," she gasped when they parted at last.
>>
>>"Anne, I'm so glad..."
>>
>>"I didn't know... I wondered..."
>>
>>"I know. I didn't know either until just now..."
>>
>>They held each other tightly, touching, cuddling, caressing; lost in each
>>other in a haze of lust.
>>
>>"Anne, what's happening to us?"
>>
>>"I don't know."
>>
>>"I can hardly tell you what you make me feel. I want to kiss you and hold
>>you and rip off your clothes you and fuck you senseless and do all sorts
>
> of
>
>>dirty and beautiful things with you."
>>She shivered and giggled. "And so you shall. We'll do everything and
>>then some."
>>He put his hands on her shoulders and held her away from him. "It's all
>>wrong, though, isn't it?"
>>"Wrong?"
>>"This! Us! You're the Headmistress of a very respectable girl's school
>>and I'm just a hired hand. What would happen if it all came out?"
>>She looked at him very seriously as if seeking the answer to some unspoken
>>question.
>>
>>"I don't think you need worry about that," she said slowly and seriously.
>>"For the moment, let's just enjoy this and each other. I don't think
>>there'll
>>be any problems in the long term."
>>
>>"But..."
>>
>>She put a finger to his lips. "No buts. Trust me. As your Headmistress
>>and your lover. It'll be OK."
>>
>>He shrugged. "You're the boss, lady. I shall enjoy every steamy moment."
>>
>>Then, suddenly, the reality of the last two days came crashing down on
>>him. The real truth hit him like a sledgehammer. The dreams of power,
>
> the
>
>>insights in the classroom were fantasies, chimeras. The scales seemed
>>to slip
>>from his eyes and he stiffened in her embrace.
>>
>>"What's the matter, lover?"
>>
>>"I... Oh... Oh, shit..."
>>
>>She caressed his cheek. "Talk to me. Somehow I don't think I'll be
>>offended." She smiled.
>>
>>He looked down and into her big brown eyes. "Can we sit down? There's
>>something I must tell you."
>>
>>They sat side by side on the leather settee, knees touching, holding
>>hands. He took a deep breath and searched for the right words.
>>
>>"It's about yesterday," he began.
>>
>>"The punishment?"
>>
>>He nodded. "Yes. It's difficult to find the words, so please bear with
>>me. You see, before yesterday I had never hit anybody - oh, except for
>>the odd
>>playground scrap at school, but that doesn't count. What I mean is that
>>I've
>>never deliberately caused someone pain. And yesterday I purposely and
>>calculatingly whipped the bottoms of three teenage girls - girls who
>>were in my
>>trust and care. I beat them and hurt them - one of them possibly
>>seriously."
>>
>>He stopped and looked at her, his face drawn in distress.
>>"But, Adam, you knew that you might have to do that when you took the
>>job. I
>>thought I made that clear at the interview."
>>
>>"I know, I know. But saying you'd do it and the reality of actually doing
>>it are two completely different things."
>>
>>"Well, if that's how you feel about it...," Anne said stiffly. "But I
>>must say I'm most disappointed."
>>
>>He shook his head miserably. "No. No. You don't understand." He looked
>>at her earnestly. "It wasn't the punishment itself - they deserved it
>>and I can
>>now see why you have a policy of corporal punishment. No. My problem
>>worse than
>>that - much worse." He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Punishment
>
> is
>
>>punishment. You give it because it is merited - whether it's a punishment
>>exercise, detention or, or a spanking. The thing is it's impersonal -
>>the child
>>breaks the rules, there's a laid- down punishment, you give it. You
>>don't get
>>involved in it. Do you see what I mean?" Anne was looking at him with
>>concern
>>and trepidation. He hurried on, "The thing about yesterday is, and I'm
>>deeply
>>ashamed to admit this, that it wasn't impersonal. It was one of the most
>>enjoyable and intensely erotic experiences of my life. If you hadn't been
>>there, I don't know what I'd have done. I don't think I could have
>>controlled
>>myself.
>>
>>"No!" he held up his hand to prevent her speaking. "Please let me finish
>>this. Then you can decide what to do.
>>
>>"This morning, I was really troubled. I felt... I don't know what I
>>felt. I felt ashamed and guilty. I was not looking forward to meeting
>>the 5th
>>again. And when Veronica and the others came in I nearly bolted. But
>
> they
>
>>behaved very strangely - they were very proper and sat and listened and
>>worked
>>diligently - oh, and they were dressed appropriately. Well, I couldn't
>>figure
>>it out for a while - no hint of rebellion, no sulking, no sly
>>uncooperativeness.
>>I was flabbergasted. And then, suddenly, it dawned on me. They were a
>
> bit
>
>>apprehensive, naturally, but mainly they were respectful, even
>>deferential. I
>>realised that I had taken them on; called their bluff - and I had won.
>>
>>"I realised that the threat of punishment gave me complete power over
>>them. That, for all they knew, I could call them out - any one at any
>>time -
>>and mistreat them, beat them, humiliate them - and they couldn't do
>>anything
>>about it. The thing was, Anne... The thing that really shocked me was
>>that I
>>revelled in that feeling - gloried in it - of the knowledge I could do
>>exactly
>>that - spank them, beat them, thrash them."
>>
>>He looked up at her, pleadingly.
>>
>>"And, God help, me Anne. I sat there in that classroom and knew with
>>complete certainty that I wanted to take each and every in of them and
>>bend them
>>over and bare their round, teenage bottoms, and whip them hard and make
>>them
>>squeal. What's worst of all is that, after I had done all these
>>terrible things
>>to them, I wanted to shove my cock deep into their teenage twats and
>>fuck 'em
>>senseless. Every single blessed one of them from little Sophie right up
>>to Miss
>>Flirt herself, Felicia Romiss."
>>
>>He took a deep, shuddering breath. "I am sorry, Anne, I know these are
>>terrible thoughts to have and terrible things to say and I'll..."
>>
>>He broke off and looked at Anne's face. She was regarding him seriously
>>but not disapprovingly.
>>
>>"Adam, I'm very glad you've unburdened yourself to me like this. I want
>>to assure you that your thoughts and feelings are not abnormal nor, you
>>may be
>>surprised to hear, unusual. So the first thing is that you mustn't feel
>>guilty.
>>
>>"I suspect you were about to tender your resignation. I won't hear of
>>it.
>>The very fact that you recognised your reactions and were more then
>>willing to
>>confess them makes me sure that you are the right man for the job. So,
>>not one
>>more word about resigning. Okay?"
>>
>>Adam nodded, mutely astonished.
>>
>>"I say with total certainty that I know exactly how you feel and that your
>>feelings are neither unusual nor abnormal." She paused. "Now I want
>>you to
>>answer me this question - how do I know exactly how you feel and how can
>>be I be
>>certain that it's not abnormal?"
>>
>>He gaped at her as the penny slowly dropped. "You mean..."
>>
>>She nodded, smiling. "Yes, say it."
>>
>>"You mean you have the same feelings too? That you, too, are turned on by
>>the thought of beating girl's bottoms? Oh, my God."
>>
>>Anne beamed at him. "Yes. It's true. Couldn't you tell from my reaction
>>yesterday?"
>>
>>"Oh," he said. "I'm a complete fool. I've been so caught up in my own
>>guilt trip that I stopped thinking... I'm sorry. What must you think
>>of me.
>>."
>>
>>"Adam, dear heart," she laughed. "You're not a fool. You're just caught
>>up in something you don't understand yet. I know it's difficult to deal
>>with."
>>
>>He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them gently.
>>
>>"Actually I'm rather glad to know that you feel the same as I do." She
>>looked at him intently. "Kiss me."
>>
>>With a startled glance, he leaned over and brushed her lips with his.
>>This was not what Anne wanted for she took his head in her hands and
>>kissed him
>>thoroughly and deeply.
>>
>>"Now," she said. "Did you think that what happened between us yesterday
>>was a fantasy? That I was just pretending to please you or tease you?"
>>
>>"But... But... No, of course I didn't think it was a fantasy. It's just
>>that I didn't dare to hope that after I'd said my piece you'd think of
>>me as
>>anything other than worthless trash."
>>
>>Without another word they were in each other's arms, lips and teeth and
>>hands roaming each other's bodies. Frantically, they tugged at buttons
>>and zips
>>trying to get rid of their clothes without losing contact with each
>>other. They
>>fumbled with each other's buttons, shaking their arms loose from their
>>jackets
>>and shirts. He tugged at her tight skirt while she fumbled at his belt.
>> She
>>pushed his trousers slide down his legs fumbled his rampant cock from his
>>underpants. They half fell, half slid onto the floor. She spread her
>>legs wide
>>and he crawled between them. He pulled her panties aside and she
>>guided, almost
>>pulled, his cock him into her, lifting her hips to meet him. He thrust
>>into the
>>hot, wet, depths of her cunt, marvelling again at how tight it was.
>>With her
>>feet planted flat on the floor and her knees spread wide apart, she
>>lifted her
>>hips up off the floor, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his downward
>
> stroke,
>
>>clutching at his back and moaning and panting in his ear.
>>
>>Then he was hammering into her with long, fierce strokes. She threw her
>>legs around his back, drumming her heels against his bottom to urge him
>
> on.
>
>>"Yes," she panted in time to his thrusts. "Oh... Fuck... Yes... Oh..."
>>
>>He was a mindless fuck engine, aware of nothing but his cock pounding in
>>and out of her cunt; of the soft flesh of the hot, eager woman
>>underneath him
>>who was urging him to fuck her harder, spurring him on. He couldn't
>>last and
>>neither could she. Soon - all too soon - before, it seemed, he had
>>really got
>>started, he felt his balls tighten.
>>
>>"Oh, God, I'm going to cum."
>>
>>"Yes! Yes, cum in me, darling. Cum in me hard. Make me feel it."
>>
>>He jabbed with short, sharp strokes, probing deep into her cervix,
>>groaning and growling as he felt the cum swell his balls and then burst
>>from his
>>engorged prick in a torrent and spurt deep inside her cunt. She hugged
>
> him
>
>>fiercely, thrusting and wriggling her hips, gripping his cock with the
>>muscles
>>of her vagina to milk him of every last drop.
>>
>>"Oh...," he gasped as he slumped on top of her. "Anne, Anne, Anne..."
>>He planted a hundred little kisses on her face and neck as she gently
>>caressed
>>his face. At last, with a groan, he rolled off her, his cock slipping
>>stickily
>>from her cunt and releasing a flood of sperm which trickled down her
>>crack onto
>>the floor.
>>
>>Suddenly a great feeling of well-being swept through him and he laughed
>>aloud. "This is absurd, " he said, gesturing at their dishevelled
>
> clothes,
>
>>tangled hair and cum-stained bodies. "You know we can't go on meeting
>
> like
>
>>this."
>>
>>Anne joined in. "You're right. The dry-cleaning bills alone will ruin
>>me. Seriously, lover, we don't need to, now." She took his hands in
>>hers and
>>gazed up at him lovingly. "Now that we know how each other feels we
>>don't need
>>to hide. I want to feel you close to me; to wake up each morning with you
>>beside me."
>>
>>"That would be the most wonderful thing in the world. But there are
>>probably a few proprietaries to observe. And, what's more, don't you
>>still have
>>a school to run?"
>>
>>"I hate you for reminding me but yes, you're right. I've still got a ton
>>of work to do." She eased herself out from under him and stood up with a
>>groan. "I'm getting too old for the floor."
>>
>>He clambered to his feet and watched her, marvelling at how beautiful she
>>was even though she was a total mess. He snuggled up behind her and
>>nuzzled her
>>neck.
>>
>>"Oh, Adam," she murmured, arching her back against him. "Stop it." She
>>pulled herself free of his embrace and shooed him to the door. "Come
>>on. Get
>>out. I've got work to do."
>>
>>He left, feeling he had conquered the world.
>>
>>~~~~~~~
>>
>>He sneaked back to his apartment to shower and change. He felt light-
>>headed and euphoric and confident. With Anne's support, he knew he
>>could do
>>whatever he desired and began to make his plans. First there was
>>Felicia. He
>>was, surprisingly, genuinely concerned that he had caused her a serious
>>injury.
>>
>>~~~~~~~
>>
>>"Felicia's fine," said Helen dourly when he found her in the library.
>>"She won't be sitting particularly comfortably for a few days but she
>>has no
>>serious injuries. Some bruises but no cuts." She looked up at him
>>disapprovingly. "I'm really a bit disappointed in you, Adam. I had you
>>marked
>>as a civilised man. One who wouldn't succumb to this nonsense. You
>>hurt that
>>child quite badly, you know."
>>
>>He looked down at her. "I take it you don't approve of corporal
>>punishment, then?"
>>
>>She sniffed. "I've nothing against a rap on the knuckles or a slap on the
>>bottom. But, really, Anne takes it too far. All these whips and
>>paddles and
>>things - and all the other stuff..."
>>
>>She stopped abruptly and flushed. Adam regarded her calmly, his mind
>>racing. "So you've never paddled one of the girls, or whipped her?"
>>
>>"No, never," she said indignantly.
>>
>>"Never been tempted?"
>>
>>"No, of course not. It's a most uncivilised way to behave. To be bent
>>over and have your bottom exposed... Utterly humiliating."
>>
>>"So why do you stay, then? Someone with your experience could surely find
>>a job elsewhere?"
>>
>>She flushed. "Oh, someone's got to look after these poor girls and make
>>sure they're not permanently damaged," she flustered.
>>
>>Adam got a sense of skeletons in closets and, wisely, decided not to push
>>but he couldn't resist one more dig.
>>
>>"And you've never been tempted, yourself... To be on the receiving end?"
>>Adam asked.
>>
>>Helen gasped, clutching her hand to her bosom. "The very idea...
>>Disgusting..." she spluttered. But he saw there was something in her
>>eyes. He
>>had a sudden vision of her tall elegant form, nearly naked and bent
>>over, bottom
>>exposed. Heard her whimper and plead as he lashed at her small, taut
>>buttocks.
>>
>>He gave her his most charming smile. "Oh, well. I'm glad Felicia is
>>going to be okay. Thanks."
>>
>>He turned and left and didn't see her blink with surprise and then follow
>>his retreating back with a strange look.
>>
>>~~~~~~~
>>
>>He found Felicia in her room. She was lying on her bed on her side
>>dressed in a sheer, powder-blue, baby-doll nightie with matching
>>panties. She
>>made no attempt to cover herself as he entered but simply flushed and
>>looked
>>away. He stood and drank in the curve of her hip, the swell of her full
>>breasts, the silkiness of her skin.
>>
>>"How are you, Felicia?"
>>
>>"You know how I am. You hit me hard enough," she said petulantly.
>>
>>"I did, didn't I. Actually that's why I'm here. To apologise."
>>
>>"Oh, yes," she replied with a voice she could hardly control.
>>
>>She looked up as he pulled up a chair beside her bed. "Yes. I shouldn't
>>have hit you so hard."
>>
>>"You hurt me very badly."
>>
>>"I know," he said, nodding seriously. "I didn't mean to."
>>
>>"I still can't lie on my back or sit down. My bottom is very sore."
>>
>>He took one of her hands in both of his. "I know it is and I'm very
>>sorry."
>>
>>She looked up at him now. "You really didn't mean to beat me so hard?"
>>
>>"No, I didn't."
>>
>>There was a look in her eye - of hope? Of triumph? She sniffed as if
>>fighting back tears. "So you've come to say you're really sorry?"
>>
>>He nodded.
>>
>>"Sorry that you made me bend over that awful contraption and hit me?"
>>
>>"Oh, no!" He looked shocked. "You fully deserved that punishment, young
>>lady. Your behaviour was abominable. No. I haven't come to apologise
>
> for
>
>>punishing your misbehaviour. But I have come to apologise for doing
>>something I
>>shouldn't have done."
>>
>>"You mean thrashing me within an inch of my life?"
>>
>>He smiled. "I don't think I hit you quite that hard. No, something more
>>serious than that."
>>
>>"It's serious enough to me."
>>
>>"Indeed. But more important than that is why I beat you so hard."
>>
>>"What do you mean?"
>>
>>"Think about it. Why were you being punished?"
>>
>>"It was most unfair. I didn't do anything to deserve a punishment."
>>
>>"Come now, Felicia," he said severely. "Stop playing games. Why were you
>>punished?"
>>
>>She sniffed. "For breaking school rules. For disrupting your class."
>>
>>"Right. And did you deserve to be punished? Now..." he held up his hand
>>as she was about to make a quick retort. "No games."
>>
>>"Yes," she said in a small voice. "I suppose I did."
>>
>>"And did you deserve to be punished so severely?"
>>
>>"No," she cried. "You were most unkind."
>>
>>"Why, then, do you think that happened. That I hurt you more than you
>>deserved?"
>>
>>"Because you're a sadist. You enjoyed it."
>>
>>"Oh, no. I can assure you I'm not a sadist. I admit I did enjoy spanking
>>your beautiful bottom. But I did not enjoy causing you so much pain.
>>Would I be
>>here apologising to you, if I did? Wouldn't I be gloating about it and
>>wanting
>>to do it again? Because I could, you know."
>>
>>Felicia was puzzled by this. "I don't know. Are you really, truly sorry
>>you hurt me so much?"
>>
>>"My dearest Felicia. I am deeply and truly sorry for that."
>>
>>"Then why did you do it?"
>>
>>"Because I lost control. That's why I hit you so hard. And that's far
>>more serious than the beating itself."
>>
>>"I don't understand."
>>
>>"Okay. What would happen if you were late for class?"
>>
>>"You'd give me a row, I suppose."
>>
>>"And if you were always late, even after I'd given you a row?"
>>
>>"Well, you'd give me a punishment exercise or detention."
>>
>>"Okay. What would you think if, the first time you were late I spanked
>>you?"
>>
>>"I'd think you were a sadistic beast."
>>
>>"Now suppose that Veronica was late, too, and I didn't do or say anything
>>at all to her?"
>>
>>"I'd hate you. I do now, you know."
>>
>>"And if I always treated you more harshly than the other girls?"
>>
>>"I would hate you utterly."
>>"And you'd hate me because I wasn't being fair and you couldn't trust me."
>>
>>"Yes."
>>
>>"So would decide that I was a complete bastard and it wasn't worth trying
>>because I was always out to get you."
>>
>>"Yes."
>>
>>"In other words - you wouldn't trust me, isn't that so?"
>>
>>Felicia pondered on that. "Yes. I suppose it is."
>>
>>"Now think about yesterday. Being spanked or whipped is a serious and
>>painful affair - much worse than a detention. So if you can't trust me
>>to act
>>fairly - then what?"
>>
>>"Oh. I think I see what you mean."
>>
>>"What would happen if you smacked your pet dog every time he did anything
>>wrong and never gave him any love or petting. He wouldn't trust you or
>>love
>>you, would he."
>>
>>"No. He'd hate me and probably try to bite me."
>>
>>He smiled. "I don't want you to bite me, Felicia. I want you to love me
>>and trust me just like your dog. That's why I'm apologising to you and
>>making
>>you a promise that I will never lose control again. If I punish you -
>>spank you
>>or whip you - it's because you know it's right and accept it. In fact,
>>relish
>>it. So will you accept my apology."
>>
>>She smiled wanly. "I don't know that I liked that last bit - but, yes, I
>>accept you apology."
>>
>>He stood and smiled down at her. "Good. I'm glad about that. Now, I'll
>>see you tomorrow in class." It was more of an order than a suggestion.
>>
>>"Yes, sir," she said.
>>
>>~~~~~~~
>>
>>Felicia returned to classes the following day. Like the rest, she was
>>properly dressed in regulation school uniform. She sat at the back with
>>her
>>head bowed. She only looked up when addressed directly and responded
>>briefly to
>>questions. But he noticed that she was watching him with a strange
>>expression
>>on her face whenever she thought he wasn't looking. He smiled inwardly.
>>
>>Adam was still on a euphoric high. It was evident in every word, every
>>gesture. The girls watched his performance in silent incredulity and
>>exchanged
>>looks with raised eyebrows.
>>
>>Just before the end of the lesson, he stopped, perched on the front of the
>>desk and surveyed them silently. They stopped work and waited.
>>
>>"I want to say how sorry I am that things got to the stage that we had
>>that, er, unpleasant incident the other day. But I'm very pleased with
>>your
>>response. I think the point has been made and the lesson learned." He
>>paused
>>and smiled brightly at them. "You have responded exceptionally well and
>>been
>>exemplary in dress, demeanour and behaviour. Your example, I'm pleased
>>to see,
>>has been followed throughout the school. Thank you. As a result I
>>think we can
>>consider a relaxation of the dress code from now on." He looked from one
>>astonished face to another and leered. "I must confess that I rather
>>miss the
>>view. So you have my permission to be, shall we say, inventive. Mind."
>> He
>>held up an admonishing hand. "Dress code only. I expect you to
>>maintain the
>>same standard of behaviour that you've shown you can achieve. And I will
>>maintain that very firmly."
>>
>>He had timed it perfectly for, as he finished speaking, the school bell
>>rang. Mute with astonishment, the girl's filed out, breaking into an
>>agitated
>>chatter as they clattered off down the corridor. Behind them Adam let
>>out a
>>broad guffaw. The first step in his plan had been executed.
>>
>>END of Chapter 5
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