his shaft, sliding
back and forth to produce thick slippery suds that increased he
pumping action.
The headmaster rested back against the tiled wall, his feet
parted and legs braced with his hips pushed forward. He closed his
eyes and moaned as the sweet little hands soaped and rubbed his
cock to a thick creamy lather. Her light and angelic touch was a
sheer delight to experience, the little bitch even flicked her
thumb back and forth across the eyehole of his cock to draw loud
moans of appreciation from him.
Eagerly the slut rubbed and wanked him, one hand cupping his
balls and her mouth closing often over the huge bulbous head of his
cock. Her need was great, desperate even and it showed in her
greedy fondling and sucking. She knelt before him, hungrily
devouring his thick shaft with her mouth before pulling back to
wank for a moment and then to resume her sucking again. Faster she
wanked and sucked him as her arousal grew, the slut whimpered
contentedly as she felt and held his heavy cock.
"Enough," the headmaster said at length and pushed past her to
walk out and back into the changing area. He pointed to a long
wooden bench and issued the command.
"Face down on it slut, grip the end with your hands and be
quick about it."
The young woman hurried to comply, straddling the low and
narrow bench close to the end with one leg on either side. Her
hands gripped over the end and she lay face down with her breasts
pressing down on the wooden slats, her arse presented high and
buttocks stretched wide. The girl laid there, like a rider on a
motorcycle her public mound pressing down on the hard
surface.
The headmaster took a cane from the staff cupboard at the end
of the line of lockers; he swished it menacingly in the air several
times before the slut's face.
"Count the strokes loudly, slut, fail to do so and we start
again from the beginning."
The whole bench jolted as he lashed in and the woman screamed,
the cane cut down harshly down across the swelling rounds of her
buttocks.
"One!" she wailed in pitiful agony.
"Slut," he panted excitedly and raised the cane
again.
Swish; Thwack.
"Aaaaagh! Two."
"Louder you little whore."
The headmaster slashed in again with the cane in a brutal
assault on her soft flesh, smashing the thin cane down hard to
raise thin red welts on her pale skin.
The woman screamed loudly under each hard lash of rattan on
her soft body. Her hands gripped hard on the end of the bench and
her body jerked forward under each stinging lash to scrap her
clitoris over the grainy wooden bench.
Swish, thwack.
"Oh God, Three, four, Aaaarrrgh, five!"
The headmaster lost control; he launched a most ferocious and
sadistic attack on the wailing girl, lashing rapidly in his high
excitement to beat her backside and back with savage lashes of the
cane. He was flushed red and panting hard as he swung down time and
again. The swipes began more brutal as his climax built and her
pitiful wailing pushed his level of excitement higher
still.
The woman's cries lessened, turning more to grunts of
acceptance as she ground her aching pussy harder down onto the
bench to gain the heady sensations of the pain and pleasure
mix.
Eighteen lashes stung her little body before he tensed his
whole body and lowered the cane to his side. He stood motionless,
savouring the sensations as his thick sperm jetted out to splash
down over her reddened back and shoulders. He grunted his
satisfaction and used one hand to milk his cock of every drop of
his thick come and to add to the sense of command he felt over
her.
"Perhaps you are right," he panted, "maybe I should visit the
cottage more often."
Chapter 6
In the late evening in his private quarters the headmaster
read the agenda of the coming Board of Governors meeting; the
proposal to make his position permanent was clearly typed in and
topped the list of subjects to be voted on.
"Does that reassure you enough to let us join in tonight?"
Henry asked hopefully.
The headmaster
back and forth to produce thick slippery suds that increased he
pumping action.
The headmaster rested back against the tiled wall, his feet
parted and legs braced with his hips pushed forward. He closed his
eyes and moaned as the sweet little hands soaped and rubbed his
cock to a thick creamy lather. Her light and angelic touch was a
sheer delight to experience, the little bitch even flicked her
thumb back and forth across the eyehole of his cock to draw loud
moans of appreciation from him.
Eagerly the slut rubbed and wanked him, one hand cupping his
balls and her mouth closing often over the huge bulbous head of his
cock. Her need was great, desperate even and it showed in her
greedy fondling and sucking. She knelt before him, hungrily
devouring his thick shaft with her mouth before pulling back to
wank for a moment and then to resume her sucking again. Faster she
wanked and sucked him as her arousal grew, the slut whimpered
contentedly as she felt and held his heavy cock.
"Enough," the headmaster said at length and pushed past her to
walk out and back into the changing area. He pointed to a long
wooden bench and issued the command.
"Face down on it slut, grip the end with your hands and be
quick about it."
The young woman hurried to comply, straddling the low and
narrow bench close to the end with one leg on either side. Her
hands gripped over the end and she lay face down with her breasts
pressing down on the wooden slats, her arse presented high and
buttocks stretched wide. The girl laid there, like a rider on a
motorcycle her public mound pressing down on the hard
surface.
The headmaster took a cane from the staff cupboard at the end
of the line of lockers; he swished it menacingly in the air several
times before the slut's face.
"Count the strokes loudly, slut, fail to do so and we start
again from the beginning."
The whole bench jolted as he lashed in and the woman screamed,
the cane cut down harshly down across the swelling rounds of her
buttocks.
"One!" she wailed in pitiful agony.
"Slut," he panted excitedly and raised the cane
again.
Swish; Thwack.
"Aaaaagh! Two."
"Louder you little whore."
The headmaster slashed in again with the cane in a brutal
assault on her soft flesh, smashing the thin cane down hard to
raise thin red welts on her pale skin.
The woman screamed loudly under each hard lash of rattan on
her soft body. Her hands gripped hard on the end of the bench and
her body jerked forward under each stinging lash to scrap her
clitoris over the grainy wooden bench.
Swish, thwack.
"Oh God, Three, four, Aaaarrrgh, five!"
The headmaster lost control; he launched a most ferocious and
sadistic attack on the wailing girl, lashing rapidly in his high
excitement to beat her backside and back with savage lashes of the
cane. He was flushed red and panting hard as he swung down time and
again. The swipes began more brutal as his climax built and her
pitiful wailing pushed his level of excitement higher
still.
The woman's cries lessened, turning more to grunts of
acceptance as she ground her aching pussy harder down onto the
bench to gain the heady sensations of the pain and pleasure
mix.
Eighteen lashes stung her little body before he tensed his
whole body and lowered the cane to his side. He stood motionless,
savouring the sensations as his thick sperm jetted out to splash
down over her reddened back and shoulders. He grunted his
satisfaction and used one hand to milk his cock of every drop of
his thick come and to add to the sense of command he felt over
her.
"Perhaps you are right," he panted, "maybe I should visit the
cottage more often."
Chapter 6
In the late evening in his private quarters the headmaster
read the agenda of the coming Board of Governors meeting; the
proposal to make his position permanent was clearly typed in and
topped the list of subjects to be voted on.
"Does that reassure you enough to let us join in tonight?"
Henry asked hopefully.
The headmaster
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