A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) (3 page)

The headmaster drooled over the swelling mounds as he moved
around behind her and to her side; he delighted in the way she gave
an involuntary little shiver of fearful expectation.

"What are you?" he demanded.

The woman turned her head to look at him
questioningly.

"Why, a teacher of course."

Her hips jerked forward under the impact, her back arching as
the thin cane stung across the taut mounds of her buttocks.The
thwack of the cane on her skin resounded around the otherwise
silent room and she cried out as the burning pain seeped deeply
down into her flesh.

"A slut!" he raved loudly, "a teasing slut that is worthy only
of being abused and used."

She didn't reply but rubbed with both hands at the angry red
welt forming on her buttocks.

"Stand still," he shouted, "hands by your sides and head
up."

She complied, arching her back and standing like a soldier at
attention. Her body jolted under the next cruel lash of the cane
that stung at the top of her buttocks, slicing down from above to
cut painfully across both at cheeks at the same time. The woman
began to cry, tears ran down her cheeks, streaking her mascara in
long black lines.

The cane sliced hard in again and again.

Thwack.

"What are you?"

whack.

"Aaaah, A school teacher," she uttered defiantly.

Swish - thwack.

"What are you?" he repeated.

The woman hung her head and sobbed, her shoulders heaving as
she cried her misery. Her head hung down and the volume of her
sobbing became louder, her body jolting under the impact of each
hard lash. Her backside had turned a reddish-mauve under the brutal
lashing. Finally she broke, blurting out her words in an effort to
avoid further punishment.

"A slut, I'm a worthless slut."

Thwack.

"That you are, bitch.

Whack.

"And a little whore."

"Yes, a whore and a slut but please...ouch!"

A last he relented and paused, his throbbing cock pressing
uncomfortably against the insides of his trousers. The headmaster
was panting hard in his excitement, his face flushed and eyes
blazing sexual need.

"Take the rest of your clothes off but leave the shoes
on."

The woman bore the sting of the cane on the outsides of her
thighs, the ceaseless cutting lashing continued as she removed her
bra and then slipped her panties down to her ankles. She kicked
them aside and then once again stood to attention as was required
of her, whilst he beat at her thighs alternately. Naked and proud,
she flinched only now as the burning pain warmed her outer thighs
and radiated down into her muscles.

He could sense her excitement through the pain, it added to
his own to raise the level of sexually charged thrill higher still.
The bitch was building, heading toward an orgasm as she stood naked
and crying whilst he beat her. He had been right in his judgement
of her, she was every bit a slut but better still, she was a
submissive slut.

"Walk," he commanded and lashed at the backs of her
legs.

The woman began walking, in long loping strides with her head
up and back straight. She proudly displayed her body, her jiggling
breasts and rolling hips, the fact that her hairy covered pussy was
now fully on displayed seemed to add to her own
excitement.

"Turn," he instructed.

She did so, facing him now and shuddering as the waves of
pre-orgasm gripped at her insides. The woman tottered unsteadily,
her eyes half-closing as her climax rushed toward her. The savagely
hard swipes with the cane to her already bruised and beaten
backside seemed now to have little effect on her, sexual pleasure
overcoming even pain. Her legs tensed, slowing her walking, and
stiffening her thighs to seem as though she wanted to pee. She gave
a great sigh as the thunderous jolts of pre-orgasm gripped her and
she cried out. Her head threw back and her hips thrust forward, the
woman screamed as she came. She stood as she was, her naked body
jerked and convulsed like a puppet on strings as the tremors tore
through her.

The effect that the sight of her in orgasm had on the
headmaster was profoundly thrilling. He dropped the cane and ripped
at his trousers in heated urgency to free his pulsing erection. In
two long strides he was behind her, pressing is hard cock into the
warm firm cleft of her buttocks. One hand gripped her hair and
pulled her head back onto his shoulder, the other hand circled
around her front to cup her pussy and to rub frantically at her
hard clitoris.

The young woman cried out as she was lifted onto tiptoe, the
head of his cock slipped up between the backs of her thighs and up
into her wet pussy from the rear. Her whole body was bucked and
jolted upward as he lunged frantically into her, ramming his cock
hard into her body and slamming his hips hard against her buttocks
in his urgency. She was battered and buffeted, forced again and
again up onto tiptoe as his cock slid back and forth inside her
wet, warm pussy. She cried out on each inward thrust as the head of
his cock rammed far up toward her cervix in a brutal race to sate
his need inside her. The woman screamed as the pounding became more
frantic; his orgasm approaching seemed to increase his strength and
passion. Her hair felt as though it would be ripped from her head
under the powerful grip and the crushing fingers on her delicate
clitoris was bordering on painful.

They danced around the floor, her little naked body pummelled
upward unmercifully from behind by the force of his thrusts, her
screams were loud and pitiful as she endured the ferocious
assault.

At last he tensed and came, squirting his hot seed far up
inside her youthful body, emptying his ball sac totally into his
latest conquest. The headmaster groaned aloud in pleasure as he
slowed his thrusts and lengthened the strokes of each to inject
every last drop of his come into her. His vice-like grip on her
relaxed and when finished, he eased out of her and pushed her away
like a cast-off rag. He then used her blouse to wipe his softening
cock clean and threw it at her as a sign of his
displeasure.

"Lesson number two is Wednesday evening at the same time and
you will perform much better than you did tonight," his voice
dropped to a low and threatening tone. "Or suffer for it you most
certainly will."

He left her, curled up on the floor, naked and sobbing her
misery into the carpet.

Chapter 2

He sat in on the class, assessing the woman teacher's
abilities and taking the opportunity to ogle the giggling young
sluts of the first stream sixth form. From his seat at the rear of
the class he was treated to a row of tempting backs, through their
thin blouses he could clearly see the tight bra straps that hugged
their wonderful bodies to support the delightful array of firm,
billowing breasts. Lower down as they sat were the swelling
buttocks and hips as their little skirts pulled harshly across
their backsides and when each of them stood in turn to say her
piece he was treated to a cock-jerking display of long legs and the
backs of their slender thighs. The hems of their little skirts rose
teasing high at the back, some even to show the beginning of the
swell of their buttocks. He sighed inwardly, imagining himself
feeling up the little skirts, touching their youthful flesh and
slipping his hand inside their tight little knickers. Of his
fingers stroking the silky smooth skin on the pubic arch and then
onto the soft downy pubic hair and...

"Headmaster?" the teacher repeated to break his
thoughts.

"Sorry?" he muttered and looked to the front of the
class.

She was blonde, with a well-maintained body and looks for a
woman in her early forties.

"Would you like to comment on the geography lesson so
far?"

"No thank you, my task to day is simply to
observe."

She was a tart, an over-dressed ageing tart that applied her
makeup far too heavily to try to retain her youth. She had the body
that was for sure and in her time must have been a most attractive
woman but now those looks were fading and she knew it. The slut
would be easy, a different approach with her would be needed, one
of flattery and coaxing reassurance, but get her he would. She
would be grateful, extremely so, for few hot cocks came her way
these days that much was certain. He contained a smile as he
imagined her tied to the bed, with pillows pushed up under her
backside and a huge dildo sticking out of her pussy as she wailed
in pained pleasure. The woman would serve as light entertainment
and nothing more, the younger sluts, the pupils, were his goal and
they simply had to take preference.

The headmaster sat out the lesson, ogling his intended prey
and mentally forming his plans to ensnare and to abuse the tempting
little harlots seated before him.

***

She stood before his desk, the bright-eyed little slut that he
had looked down on in the grounds and she was delighting in his
hungry looks. The teasing little slut pushed her chest out to
emphasise the swell of her breasts and her knowing smile
acknowledged his lustful gazes. The tall blonde stood with her
hands clasped behind her back, confident and a little too
self-assured. She was pretty and knew it; she was using her looks
and body to try to gain control of the interview.

The headmaster referred to the notes in the manila folder on
his lap, snapped it shut and threw it casually onto the desk. He
lounged back crossing his legs lazily in readiness. This was the
part he loved, deflating the little sluts' egos and bringing them
down to earth with a thumping crash. The beginning of the process
whereby he would turn the tables on them, bring them to heel and
eventually, punish them for their wanton ways. This one however,
the first pupil, he would deal more directly with. Straight for the
throat and no messing, his full ball sac and stiff, aching cock
made it necessary for it to be that way.

"Your course work and exam results are abysmal," he stated in
a cold and disinterested tone, "there is no place for you here any
longer, you will leave forthwith."

Her face dropped and her bottom lip quivered, tears welled up
in her eyes and she fought back the urge to burst into tears. The
girl stepped forward placing her hands on the desk, her manner one
of imploring and begging.

"But sir," she pleaded mournfully, "my parents will be
devastated. They will...the shame...the..."

"My mind is made up, all failure should be rewarded with
punishment, and this is yours."

"Please, no. Please," she wailed.

She began to cry, her slight body shaken by the heaving sobs,
a wonderful performance designed to tug at his
heartstrings.

He sat watching her impassively as she went through her act;
once her sobbing had reduced he spoke again, a deliberate
entrapment that he felt sure she would walk into.

"I will not change my mind," he hesitated and then added with
a hopeful air, "unless..."

Her head whipped up, her pleading eyes searched his face and
waited for him to continue.

"Unless?" she prompted hopefully and sniffed heavily as she
dabbed at her tears with a tissue.

"Unless you prefer to accept the cane; twelve of the best, and
then continue in your studies here as normal - but with better
results."

"Yes!" she almost shouted and then straightened hesitantly,
her expression one of questioning. She pondered a moment, her eyes
flicked to meet his, her look one of sexual knowing. "Yes," she
said softly, "I accept the cane."

"On your backside?"

She nodded slowly her acceptance.

She was hooked and committed; now he would push
further.

"Your bare backside?" he asked in a thick and excited
tone.

Her stare and expression were now serious, transmitting to him
her understanding of his hidden meaning, her voice cracked as she
replied.

"Yes, on my bare backside." She hesitated and then asked in a
simpering little voice, "Does it have to be the cane?"

He gave a wry smile.

"Perhaps not, just get over my lap and then we can
commence."

Her knowing smile and look were all the answer he needed; he
felt his cock jerk within his trousers at the simpering little
half-smile the slut gave him.

"Lock the door," he said and moved his chair back a little
from the desk.

The headmaster watched as the long-legged girl walked to the
door swinging her hips, she turned the key and then faced him, a
broad smile now creasing her face. He gave a low groan as she
walked back toward him, hoisting her little skirt up around her
waist to stand dutifully by the side of his chair. The slut was
delightful, the way her little panties pulled up into her crotch to
make her slender thighs seem even longer than they were and the way
the gusset of her panties pulled up to part the lips of her pussy;
the shape of it beneath clearly defined beneath the thin
material.