The Impure Schoolgirl by Pussy-Willow Penn Page A

and length of his
male organ – and how it looked when she referred to it in her mind
as a kind of member of parliament – hi s “upstanding male member ” . These thoughts made her wet between her
legs so quickly that reaching orgasm had become a quick and easy
exercise . Before being
sent to this exclusive College by her parents and meeting Tim Paul
one orgasm had taken as long as the three she could now achieve
when accompanied by her lustful thoughts .
    He patted his
knee. “Sit down, Suzy! We must talk”. Tense with arousal, she did
so. She was aware of his eyes taking in every detail they could see
through her night-dress. This hardened her aching nipples even
further. And the contact between her vulva and his naked thigh made
her so weak, she could barely concentrate on the predicament she
was in. Was he really going to punish her? Would it hurt? There was some degree of
fear in her tension – but also, as she recognised with some shame,
anticipation.
    “I am disappointed
in you, you know?” he started.
    “ Are you , sir?” she gasped.
    “You are
everything that is wrong for this school. You are disobedient,
impure, a bad example, shameless – indeed, in a nutshell, a slut!”
    “ No sir”, she cried out. “No, I’m not , believe me !”
    “ T hen what ?” he said, adding “I can feel the wetness
between your legs on my thigh right now! My guess is this isn’t the
residue from your recent self abuse; I think it’s more to do with
you being turned on by the idea of being physically punished for
your sins – am I right? ”
    ” N o, no Sir – really, I ’ m not that wet, not – “
    “Open your legs!”
he commanded. She was appalled, but did as he ordered. He slid his
hand up between her thighs and quickly found the entrance to her
vagina. She breathed in sharply as if a bolt of electricity had
passed through her body, and then groaned deeply.
    “ Sodden!” he said. “It’s pouring
from you.”.
    “ B ut I can’t help it, Sir – really,
it just happens.“
    “No, it doesn’t
just happen. It’s lack of will-power. It’s you voluntarily giving
way to lewd thoughts. It’s the slut inside you that you make no attempt to control. And
as a result you infect others and they fall into sin and bad ways
too. But you will change, you will definitely change – or you will
leave the school in disgrace!”
    “No, sir, please
sir – never that – my father - !”
    “ I know – the old story – your reputation with your parents – but how else - ?”
    “I ’ ll do anything, sir – whatever you
feel is best. Anything rather than – than that!”
    “Well, let’s start
right away with a tried and tested – and prolonged - programme of
punishment before I tell you exactly what you will do. Get up!”
    She did so.
    “ Turn round; bend over my knee;
reach forwards for this pillow and place your face in it. I do not
want to hear any cries of pain, or pleading for me to stop, you
understand ? Quite apart from waking others, it will only make me more determined to thrash
some sense into you. “
    Trembling with
fear, tinged with clear arousal, she did as she was told, holding
onto the pillow for dear life ,
and burying her face in it.
    Gently he pulled her nightie up over her buttocks
and lowered it down on to her back. He pulled her a bit
closer to him, and suddenly she felt his erection against her
thigh. Her flesh melted right through her , as he gently caressed her buttocks for a
moment.
    “ S o white and smooth! ” he said, almost to himself, “but
in an hour or so, they will be so reddened, inflamed, and marked by
your punishment! Your rear will burn you as shame should burn your
conscience, but in your case I have no doubt it will more likely
arouse you. So I tell you
now a golden rule of this punishment regime – every time I sense you having an orgasm
while here being punished, you will earn another similar programme
of punishment in a few days hence. The more abandoned