by Powerone
She was almost pleased with herself as she gripped the chair, his voice praising her. She could not see behind her but she knew that her skirt had already ridden high up over her butt, his hand gently patting bare skin. She felt his large calloused hands on her legs, running up between them before gripping each inner thigh; her body suddenly trembled with lust as his hands came dangerously close to her sex. God, how could this be making me sexually aroused! But it was, her body quivered as his hands pushed outward on her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs further apart, knowing how exposed she was making herself as she shifted to please his demanding hands.
"More, Mary Bridget, until you reach the arms of the chair. I want you spread wide open for me,” his hands urged her compliance, squeezing the tender thigh flesh tightly with his powerful hands when she hesitated, her body jumping instantly to his masterful touch.
How he loved young girls, their bodies and minds so pliant, so willing to be manipulated by a powerful authoritative figure. Her hips touched the edge of the chair, the gap between her legs over a foot and half, her inner thighs now open and exposed should he desire to punish the tender flesh. More important, her panty-covered crotch was so brazenly exposed, the tight white panties molding to every nook and cranny. He could almost make out a faint trace of wetness on the virginal white panties. Could she actually be enjoying her submission to him, already? She looked so inviting, her ass raised up high, offering young flesh for the painful spanking he would administer to her, her back curved downward, kneeling so submissively on the padded chair, her legs spread wide.
He chose a large leather paddle and moved in front of her so she could see the instrument that would soon inflict such pain on her body. He laid down two other paddles on the table near her, similar but one with holes in it to create a more powerful swing and the other with metal studs on it, a very formidable weapon. He noted the terror in her eyes and bent down very close to her. “If you were a good girl, I wouldn't have to do this to you,” he admonished her. “It's your own fault. Maybe next time you will do what I tell you to do without question."
Resigned, she braced herself for the paddling, her butt raised up high in submission, knowing that she couldn't stop him. She would suffer her fate and take her punishment. She felt his hands on her hips, gripping tightly, knowing that her skirt had already pulled up high, her panties her only protection now.
"Now let's get this pesky skirt out of the way,” he chuckled, slowly pulling her skirt up until it lay high on her back. He admired the view, her taut buttocks stretching her white panties tightly, the slit down her backside visible. “So much better, Mary Bridget. You have such a nice ass,” his hands ran sensuously over her arched ass, feeling her clenching muscles as she suffered his fondling.
She gripped the rung tighter as his fingers took liberties with her upraised butt, unable to stop him. She was embarrassed as she imagined how she looked, knowing that her panties barely concealed her sex to him but unable to stop him from having his way with her. She feared what else he might do. She also feared what he was doing to her now. She noticed an unfamiliar tingling between her legs as his powerful hands gripped her cheeks, trembling as he moved closer to her sex but never quite touching her. It was as if she was being teased, yet here she was, waiting to be paddled, not something she would expect to get sexually aroused over. She was confused. When his hands left her, her breathing stopped, knowing what was going to happen, but not knowing how it would feel. She didn't have to wait long, the whooshing of the paddle swinging through the air made her body tense up in expectation, her ass cheeks tightening in anticipation.
It was worse than she had expected; her body unable to assimilate the pain as the paddle slapped hard against her upper thighs and catching the lower part of her buttocks. Her body pushed forward, her hands gripped the rung tighter. She yelled, biting her lip from the pain as it shot up her spine. It was terrible; her skin was on fire! She arched her ass back again, positioning her bottom for the next strike, afraid of further punishment if she did not obey.
Michael was pleased as she moved back into position, offering up her ass for the next hit. His hand roamed over her upper thighs, feeling the heat generated by the large leather paddle, feeling her body cringe as his touch ignited a fresh batch of pain. “Good girl, raise your ass up higher for me,” ordering her to expose herself more to the paddle, wanting her to get used to obeying all commands, no matter how painful they might be.
Mary Bridget obeyed, her ass arched higher, her legs still spread wide, braced for the next painful hit. She was not disappointed; Michael hit her squarely on her twin buttocks, the leather paddle sinking into the young flesh with a powerful jolt that rocked her body again. This time she didn't move, her body braced for the impact. She silently screamed in pain, her lips clenched tightly, not wanting to raise Michael's ire any more than it already was. She felt the hand again, casually rubbing over her clenched cheeks like a lover might do, rubbing the pain away, but Mary Bridget knew he was only preparing her for the next hit. She received a total of six strokes with the paddle, the last one with the studded paddle, the metal studs leaving deep gouges in her cheeks, a reminder of what Michael could inflict in the future. She was sobbing now, tears covering her face, her butt a mass of pain.
"Are you ready to obey me now, Mary Bridget?” Michael looked at her, pleased that she still stayed in the proper position.
"Yes, Headmaster Michael,” her eyes begged for the end of the punishment.
"You've been a good girl. You took your punishment well. Now I want you to stand in the corner, your back to the room and hold your skirt above your waist. You will do this for a half an hour.” He watched as she quickly got up from the chair and rushed over to the corner of the room. She lifted her skirt high above her waist, looking back at Michael for approval.
"That's good, now face the wall,” he ordered her, sitting down at his desk and began to work. He looked up at Mary Bridget every few minutes, his cock hard in his pants as he saw the delectable ass cheeks exposed to him. Finally thirty minutes were up; Michael rose from his chair and moved behind Mary Bridget. He felt her body tremble as his hands reached out and touched her buttocks, grasping the firm flesh in his large palms, squeezing the taut cheeks. His finger slid up and down her crack, making her feet fidget as she was rudely fondled.
"Turn around,” he ordered her, “but keep your skirt up."
Mary Bridget did as she was ordered, her skirt held high above her panties, the silky material having already crept between her pussy lips, embarrassed as how she looked, her pussy lips outlined in the white material. She looked in his eyes and then down to his hand as it moved to the front of her panties. She shivered when his fingers lightly touched her panty-covered pussy.
"Spread your legs for me. I'm going to make you feel good. You want that don't you, Mary Bridget?"
She hesitated only for a second before her legs began to shuffle outward, wider and wider until she saw acknowledgement in Michael's eyes, her legs now open over three feet wide. “Feel good, Sir?” She was confused at what he had meant but when she felt his fingers begin to move up and down her slit she understood.
"Have you ever masturbated, Mary Bridget?"
Her face turned crimson in shame; he was asking her the most intimate question. Should I lie or answer truthfully? If she lied and he found out, she knew she would be severely punished. Not wanting to take that chance she blurted out, “yes, Sir."
"I'm going to masturbate you, Mary Bridget. I want your eyes staring directly into mine. I want to see the look in your eyes as you cum for me. You want to cum for me, don't you, Mary Bridget?” His fingers moved between her pussy; powerful fingers pushing back the puffy lips, pushing her satin panties in the gap, sawing up and down her slit.
She shuddered as he touched her pussy, her eyes staring directly into his, seeing the lust as his strong fingers began to masturbate her. She shuffled her feet, allowing him to push in deeper, trembling as she felt t
he wetness between her legs. She turned red again, knowing that he could feel the same thing.
"You're getting wet for me, Mary Bridget. That pleases me.” His hand clutched her sex; his fingers still snuggled tightly between her pussy lips, in the heat of her body as she moved back and forth, his masturbating fingers sexually arousing her body.
No one had ever touched her like this before, especially as he was doing. Forced to stand there with her legs parted, allowing the Headmaster complete access to her sex, her hands clenching her skirt tightly as she endured the humiliation. But she also felt a deep arousal between her legs, a need that only his masturbating fingers could make go away.
His fingering of her pussy slit became more urgent, faster, soaking her silk panties in her own juices as she became more aroused. Her hips began a gentle motion, back and forth, pushing her sex onto his fingers. He looked into her eyes, seeing a glossy look in them as if she were hypnotized by him, staring almost blankly. “Are you enjoying my fingers, Mary Bridget?” His fingers moved higher, rubbing lightly over her clit, her eyes opening wide as he touched the sensitive button.
"Ooh,” she moaned softly, ashamed at how her body was reacting, gently fucking his fingers. “Yes,” she whimpered, seeing the smile on his face as she humiliated herself for him.
"I want to feel your naked pussy, Mary Bridget.” His fingers slipped from her pussy, her eyes opened wide in disappointment, her hips trying to find the fingers that were giving her so much pleasure. He moved both hands up to the top of her panties, gripping the edge of the satin material, pulling it from her body. He slipped a hand into her panties, touching her naked abdomen for the first time.
"God,” she shuddered as his hand touched her naked flesh, her panties trapping his fingers inside them, embarrassed that things had gone this far. “Please, don't,” she begged, but her hips were already beginning to fuck back and forth again, searching for the touch of his hand on her pussy. She didn't have to wait long; Headmaster Michael eagerly sought out the hot, wet pussy hidden by her panties, his fingers running through her sparsely covered bush before finding her slit again, this time his fingers touched her hot, wet pussy, without panties hindering the feel of her body. She shuddered, afraid that she would cum from the touch of his hand. No one had ever touched her like this. No one.
Headmaster Michael's finger slipped between her pussy lips, pushing apart the lips slick with her juices, his finger gliding up and down her slit. He felt her bow her legs out, spreading them wider, giving his finger access to her pussy. “I like that, Mary Bridget. I like when you open up yourself to me,” his eyes stared into hers, his finger circling the opening to her vagina, feeling the tightness of her body. “You're a virgin, aren't you?” he questioned her.
She pushed her hips forward, wanting his finger to find her opening, wanting him to explore her vagina. “Yes,” she replied, “no one has ever done what you are doing to me."
He pushed his finger into her vagina until he felt her hymen, a gasp from her lips at the sudden invasion. Her pussy clenched on his digit, her small opening struggled to receive him, her juices flowing freely. His thumb moved up to the top of her slit, searching out her clit, finding the swollen bud. He tapped it lightly with his thumb, her hips pulling back in shock at the feel of his finger.
"Oh God,” quickly pushing her hips forward again, her clit found his finger, her hips began a gentle rotation, her vagina received his finger fucking, her clit rubbed back and forth over his calloused finger, her legs shook as she was ready to cum.
"Do you want me to make you cum, Mary Bridget? Are you going to cum all over my fingers?” He wanted to force her to say it.
"Yes,” she cried out, “make me cum,” her arousal at a fevered pitch, unable to control herself any longer. “Please!"
He shoved two fingers inside her tight pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit back and forth, his calloused finger rubbing the sensitive skin harshly. But, that was exactly what she needed. All that she needed to drive her over the edge. He looked into her eyes and could see it. The lust.
"Yes! Yes!” Her legs almost gave out, his fingers inside her pussy kept her upright, pushed upward, forcing her to rise up on her toes as he speared her virgin pussy. She shook her hips back and forth as she soaked his fingers with her juices, the wetness running down the inside of her thigh. She felt his powerful hand and fingers draw the orgasm from her body, unable to control her wanton response. She trembled and shook as a second, more powerful orgasm hit her, her pussy clenched tightly on his fingers. God, what would it feel like if it was his cock inside her? The thought prolonged her orgasm. Just when she thought she was finished his fingers twisted and turned inside her, reaching and touching unexplored territory in her virgin pussy sending one more, lesser orgasm through her body. She slumped against him; his other hand circled her body, holding her close to him. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh, wishing that it was deep inside her.
He liked the way she came for him, her body betraying her, his fingers soaked in her juices. He pulled one hand out of her panties, his other gripping her ass cheek, pulling her pussy against his rock hard cock, making it jerk. He moved his fingers up to her face, her eyes watched as they moved toward her mouth, her juices glistening on the tips. “Open your mouth. I want you to taste your juices,” his fingers demanding, forcing themselves into the corner of her mouth until her tongue hesitantly began to rub over the fingertips inside her mouth.
She liked the taste, slightly salty. She sucked his fingers in deep, her tongue bathing them, licking off her juices. His other hand still held her pushed against him; she could feel his hard cock twitching against her pussy, throbbing in desire. His hips began to rotate, his steel cock rubbed up and down her slit, feeling huge. He stared into her eyes.
Headmaster Michael pulled away from her, his cock needing satisfaction, but today would not be the day with Mary Bridget. He wanted to break her in gradually. “Be in my office tomorrow at three o'clock. We will have another session.” He pushed away from her, moved back to his desk, dismissed her, yet watched as she hurriedly rushed to fix her clothes, the look of the schoolgirl returning, except her flushed face that revealed her secret.
Mary Bridget rushed from the room, embarrassment taking over, humiliated at cumming in front of him, fearing another day tomorrow with him. What did he mean by “session?” Would he punish her again?
Mary Bridget was barely able to sleep, the thought of what Headmaster Michael had done to her flashing into her mind. She imagined how she looked when he masturbated her and came all over his hands. How could she have let him do that to her? But her hand slipped silently beneath the sheets and into her panties, turning over onto her stomach, her hand trapped between her legs, her face smothered into the pillow to silence her as her fingers began to rub. She imagined Headmaster Michael's hard cock. It felt so big when he pushed it into her pussy. Would he make her touch it? Would he put it inside her? The thoughts made her fingers work faster, moving up and down her slit, her ass rising up and down in the bed, fucking the fingers beneath them. She silently screamed into the pillow when she came, her body shuddered in ecstasy as she soaked the sheet beneath her with her cum.
She couldn't pay much attention in classes, her thoughts in the room with Headmaster Michael, taking liberties with her body. Doing things that no one had ever done to her before. The bell rang, the last class ended; time to go to the Headmaster's office again. She knocked on his door, his voice boomed.
"Come in."
Mary Bridget saw the Professor from her last class in the room with the Headmaster, who stopped talking as she entered, as if she had interrupted a private conversation.
"Thank you, Professor. I will take care of it.” The Professor left the room as Mary Bridget came to stand before him. She looked even lovelier than yesterday. Her orgasm seemed to have given her face a permanent flush.
"The Professor tells me you were very inattentive today, staring off into space. I thought our sess
ion yesterday would have taught you a lesson, but it seems that you need a stronger reminder,” he harshly lectured her.
It wasn't as she thought it would be. After the way he had masturbated her, his gentle touch, she thought he would be different, more lenient, more attentive. But he was yelling at her.
"I'm sorry, Headmaster Michael. I kept thinking about what you did to me yesterday,” she blurted out, almost immediately knowing that she shouldn't have said it.
"So it's my fault that you can't pay attention? I tried to be nice to you and now it's my fault!” his voice became louder. They always did this, he thought. Just because he made them cum, they thought that they could do anything; that things had changed, almost as if they thought of him as a lover. No, he was their disciplinarian and Mary Bridget would learn that the hard way today. He enjoyed this part of the game. It made them so vulnerable when they found out the reality of their situation. It would make her so much more willing to accept the things he would do to her today.
"No! I'm sorry Sir,” she stammered, his angry voice expressed his disappointment in her. Just when she thought she was doing so well in pleasing him.
"You will be sorry when I'm finished with you. Stand over here.” pointing to his large, ornate desk. “Back straight, don't slouch. I can't tell whether you have any breasts or not.” He watched, as she stood up taller. “Take off your jacket. I can't see a damn thing with that on,” he ordered her, his impatience showing. She quickly removed it; Headmaster Michael threw it over into the corner. “That's better. Your breasts are a little small, you will have to arch you back and stick them out for me. Try to be a good girl for a change."
