A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica)

A Most Wicked headmaster

By

Jay Merson

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Chapter 1

The little slut was simply delightful. Her crisp white school
blouse pulled tightly around her slim waist and harshly under the
swell of her ample breasts. At the open neck and front, the blouse
buttons were pulled under pressure by the thrust of her orbs
creating tempting little peepholes of firm cleavage. Through the
thin material the outline of her lacy black bra showed as a pretty
little harness about her lovely slim body. Her short pleated skirt
in navy blue finished high up her slender thighs to show her lean
legs to best effect and at the back it hung teasingly from the
jutting rounds of her taut buttocks. She arched her back and held
her head high to further emphasise the swell of bust and her
backside, so aware of her body and the effects it could have on
men. The little bitch had styled her blonde hair to fall around the
sides of her cheeks, framing her face as a mask of child-like
innocence tinged with a raw sexual alluring. Her full and
red-painted lips however, belied this appearance, they seemed
designed especially to fit around a stiff cock and her wide blue
eyes held a hidden knowing.

The headmaster sighed inwardly and his cock stirred into life
within the confines of his trousers. He looked down on her as she
stood in the grounds at the front of the school, watching the games
session and blissfully unaware of his secretive ogling. His thick
and long cock hardened as he imagined the little slut naked, her
silky youthful skin would be a delight to touch and to press his
cock against. Beneath her little panties her pussy was sure to have
a downy covering of wispy blonde hair and he sighed wistfully as he
visualised the slut bent over and ready to receive the cane. He
gripped his hardening cock through his trousers and squeezed it in
several long and lust filled grasps, he looked longing down from
the first floor widow of his study at the teasing little slut
below. A wicked smile creased his face and he began to chuckle
softly.

The beginning:

The entire school was gathered on the sprawling lawns at the
front of the building in welcome. All girls were in full uniform
and lined up in their forms and year grades; they wore white
blouses, navy-blue pleated skirts and polished black shoes with
white ankle socks. Staff members stood close to each form of girls
in supervision as they all awaited the arrival of the new
headmaster.

The rambling Victorian building, set in the huge estate
grounds was a most ideal setting for the school. Private but
costly, the school attracted only the best of pupils, if not
academically then certainly from high income parents that paid
heavily to give their daughters a worldly-wise education. Previous
reputations though had not been maintained and both standards and
results at the school had slipped to a most worrying level. The
Board of Governors had at last acted and pinned their faith now in
the new headmaster that they had appointed.

The car swept majestically down the long driveway and swung
noisily on the gravel of the turning circle and halted. The driver
alighted and dutifully opened the rear door to allow his passenger
to step out.

Tall and thin, the man stood erect and confident, his piercing
black eyes and hooked nose giving him a strict and slightly evil
appearance. About him he carried a most commanding air that
transmitted itself over the distance to all present, this aurora of
self-confidence preceding him. He silently and quickly scanned over
the girls of the lower forms and moved his gaze rapidly to the
older sixth form girls. He stared at the eighteen-year old
beauties; the horny little sluts that had the fully developed
bodies of women yet were so wonderfully inexperienced in knowing
about and using them. That then, was his mission, to educate these
little sluts, to help them to know and to come to terms with their
developing bodies. He felt his cock jerk and he broke a wry smile,
it was a challenge that he relished very much - oh, how he loved
his work.

***

Twelve staff members sat in the common room, seated in a
semi-circle facing his chair. Three male and nine female but only
four of those could be rated as fuckable the headmaster thought as
he was introduced to his staff. Two were very nice but couldn't
even begin to come close in comparison to the delights that the
young girl pupils could hold for him. He contented himself with
ogling their legs, their thighs and breasts as the mundane speeches
of welcome droned on.

At last it was his turn, he had listened to the drivel and the
many weak excuses offered in defence of their failure for long
enough. He stood to assert his authority and pushed his chest out,
the headmaster paced back and forth in a slow and deliberate
pacing.

"I have listened to much this morning, of reasons and excuses
as to why the standards here have dropped and I have to tell you -
that I accept none of them."

He turned to face them, fixing the group with a withering and
set stare that simply challenged disagreement.

"Things will change and change swiftly," he said in a low and
even tone. "The sixth form groups represent the final stages here -
and the examination results by which we are gauged. I will, as from
today, take over control of all sixth form groups and add my
teaching experiences to them."

He turned back and began pacing the room, his impatience and
displeasure obvious in his manner.

"All staff in turn will meet with me in a private interview
during which I will assess you and your abilities. Afterwards, I
will repeat the same with each and every pupil of the sixth forms
groups."

His voice rose both in volume and in venom.

"I am a strict disciplinarian - both with my pupils, and with
my staff. Failure should be rewarded I believe, with the most
severe punishment."

Silence filled the room, not one dissenting voice was heard as
the headmaster looked at each of them in turn. His manner and stare
defeated all and pre-empted any objections.

His voice rose and his mood brightened.

"Good! Now I will settle into my study and will see the first
of you later this afternoon, the others will be seen over the
coming days. Times will be issued for you to attend your
assessments."

He walked to the door, paused and turned.

"Be warned though, I am a stickler for
punctuality."

He pulled the door open and walked out, his cock beginning to
rise to erection at the prospect of the pleasure to
come.

***

About twenty-eight he guessed her to be, a fairly recent
addition to the staff there and certainly a good-looking young
woman with a slim and shapely body to match. She wore her black
hair down the sides of her face as he liked and her full red lips
were painted with a bright and glowing red lipstick that
highlighted her mouth as the focal point of her face. The sluts
dressed well too, sober enough to be acceptable in her teaching
position but had chosen tight-fitting clothes that left no doubt
whatsoever as to the shape of her body beneath. Her tight skirt
hugged her narrow hips and thighs beautifully; the hem ending just
a little above the knee to show a tantalising hint of thigh when
she sat. She was a teaser; a wanton whore that led two lives he
felt, one life a façade for the school days and another in private.
In that private life he could imagine her as a sex hungry slut that
enjoyed flaunting her looks and body to gain her thrills. She
looked demure enough now before him, but experience told him that
she would like nothing better than to offer her body to tease and
taunt men. The bitch was aware of her looks, of her body and the
fact that men wanted what she had between her legs. She was unsure
of herself in her work though, in awe of her seniors and pliable,
on a probationary period and anxious to succeed, simply perfect as
his first conquest. He would enjoy playing with the slut, verbal
fencing at first, taking control and then making her squirm, now in
embarrassment and later in pain.

He stared silently at the woman as she sat on the dining chair
placed a little back from and in front of his desk, she fiddled
nervously with her fingers as his gaze roamed her from head to
foot. He made much of the fact that he was inspecting her, using
long and slow leering gazes and pausing on her thighs and the
points of her thrusting breasts as they pushed against the inside
of her thin jumper. He delighted in the way her face flushed
knowingly as he mentally undressed her but she was too polite and
nervous to object.

It was right, he felt, to instigate command and control from
the outset and not always via words, for looks and silences could
achieve much, words then were far more effective when added
later.

"Stand up please," he said with a firm but inviting
tone.

Her eyes flicked up to his face momentarily and then she
returned her gaze to downcast and to her knees, after a moment's
hesitation she slowly stood.

An electrically charged atmosphere hung in the room as he
ogled her, she knowing that he was looking and leering, him knowing
that she knew. His cock stirred and hardened as the little slut
stood passively with her hands clasped behind her back, her head
down and cheeks flushed red.

"You are inexperienced," he stated to further her
submissiveness and his command over her.

Her big brown eyes flicked up again to note his leering smile
and stare then she instantly averted her gaze.

"I've only been here for three months," she pleaded in a
little soft voice that further portrayed her nervousness, "it's my
first teaching post since qualifying."

"Is that why you were late for this interview? I warned that I
punish such laxness and discourtesy."

"Only by a minute or so," she protested weakly.

She started in shock as his great hand slammed hard down on
the desk to rattle the penholder and to spill the paper
clips.

"Don't argue with me," he growled in a menacing
tone.

Her bottom lip began to quiver; the young woman was shaking
visibly and close to tears.

The headmaster softened his tone to one of soft reassurance
and coaxing.

"From reading your personnel file your early days here have
not been a huge success have they?"

"No," she said almost inaudibly.

His tone lightened again, filled with certainty.

"But, I think that you hold much potential as a teacher and in
time will progress to become one of the best teachers at this
school."

Her head lifted and she broke a smile, her eyes sparkled
hopefully like a little puppy seeking praise from its
master.

"You will need much guidance and tuition to achieve it though
and that, I am ready to give. For your part though, to retain your
post here and to become a fully fledged and experienced teacher, I
need total commitment and loyalty from you."

"Yes," she said instantly and took a half step forward, her
hands now clasped in front of her, "I will be... I am loyal and I
am committed.