The Hollister School for Girls

by Powerone

  Brandy didn't want to think any further then the moment, her pussy sated, she now had to please the Chancellor. The Chancellor's juices were almost sweet, her nectar abundant, filled her mouth with her taste. Her fingers pulled the lips back, big puffy lips that were easy to grip, pulled harder than necessary, felt a bit of power over the Chancellor as she ate her pussy.

  "Such a good girl, now make your tongue hard and push it into my vagina. Tongue-fuck me. Oh God, it feels like a little cock inside me,” Brandy eagerly tried to please her. “Up and down my slit. Don't forget to go all the way back to my asshole. I want you to rim me, push that thick hard tongue up my asshole. Keep your fingers busy as you do."

  She no longer cared what she was doing or how distasteful it was, her only desire was to please the Chancellor. The word Mistress suddenly came to mind. Did she suddenly become the sex slave of the Chancellor; was the woman now her Mistress? Her fingers slid down to the pussy, played with the slit again, up and down the wet lips, the thought of what she was doing aroused her again. She curled her tongue, made it rigid and pushed hard on the Chancellor's anus, forced her tongue inside the rectum, felt the heat, tasted the slightly murky flavor, drove the thought of where her tongue was from her mind, her only thought to please her Mistress.

  The Chancellor saw Brandy masturbate herself again, even after just cumming. Her tongue seemed to come alive, drove such pleasures from her body, surprised at how eagerly she began to rim her, afraid that she might have to be forced to provide such sexual services. She stroked her head, “you're such a good girl, Brandy. I think I will keep you around as my little sex toy. Would you like that, Brandy? Servicing me with your tongue and hands whenever I desire you. You know it excites me to hurt you sexually. Will you submit to me?"

  Brandy looked up, her eyes wide, heard what would be required of her. She could only nod her head, her face moved back down to service her Mistress with her tongue and fingers, hoped to please her.

  The room almost shook noisily as they all came. First Ashley, her pussy filled for the first time with hot cum, the fluids shot into her like a fire hose, his semen bathed her insides. She clamped down on his cock, pulled his cum from his balls as he came inside her, his fingers drove an orgasm from her body, pinched and twisted her nipples and clit hard. She looked over to see the look of ecstasy on the Chancellor's face as her best friend so intently buried her face into the older woman's pussy, sure that her tongue visited every nook and cranny in her body. She was surprised to see Brandy so openly masturbate, cumming at the same time, oblivious to those around her. For someone who was used to always being in charge, she certainly took to the submissive role that the Headmaster and the Chancellor had put them into.

  Ashley was finally released from the bondage furniture, her body drained of all strength, the Headmaster held her tightly against his naked body as though she was a little girl until she regained enough strength to stand. Brandy was involved in a deep, passion kiss with the Chancellor, their tongues mixed into each other's mouths, the Chancellor's juices moved back and forth between them.

  "On Friday I want both of you to report to my office. A few members of the Board would like to avail themselves of your bodies. You will be required to engage in girl sex while the members watch and then they will want to take you sexually, it will be their decision as to which orifice they will visit with their cocks. I expect you to perform for them and avail them of everything your young bodies have to offer. If not you will suffer punishment under the Chancellor and myself. Do I make myself clear?

  They both nodded as they dressed, unable to stop the Headmaster any longer, resigned to be used sexually at his whim. “I will teach you Ashley, I will teach you how to eat pussy,” Brandy whispered.

  CHAPTER 5

  Shaving Elizabeth

  Coach Jorgenson sent Elizabeth to Headmaster Michael and now she stood before him, a pretty little thing, not like a girl who would be in such trouble. Another “scholarship” girl, Elizabeth was bright and streetwise, but hadn't been doing well academically. This was her last chance at college. Her mother had passed away over ten years before, her father attempted to raise her, but had his difficulties with her. He was in the military, a General, where soldiers followed his orders without question. With Elizabeth, it had always been the opposite. He had been brought up with the classic old style of discipline. When her mother was alive, she took care of Elizabeth's punishments. When she passed away, the job had fallen to him and he did it the way he had been raised. Elizabeth suffered spankings at an early age, increasingly more severe as time passed. When she was younger, it had been over her clothes, but as the years went by things changed. Elizabeth found herself over her father's lap, skirt pulled up to be spanked on her panties. The spankings progressed until finally she was smacked on her bare ass by her father. She hadn't thought anything wrong with it, he was The General after all, and her father and he had that right.

  She stood before Headmaster Michael because she had been caught fighting with another girl in the gym. She was from one of the wealthiest southern families, a powerful family, her father a United States Senator. As the “scholarship girl,” Elizabeth would have naturally received the blame, but it was probably the black eye the other girl suffered before the coach pulled her off the other girl that really did it.

  Michael sized her up, a bit of a tomboy, but still all female. She had light brown hair that she kept short, green eyes that seemed to see through you, a small nose and a smile that kept you wondering what she knew that you didn't. He could just barely make out her breasts beneath the blazer, a slim waist, very athletic. He had once stood behind her in the hall and determined she had the cutest ass in the school, her hips swayed sensuously as she walked without any effort on her part, her pert cheeks pushed out her skirt in the back and topped with a pair of tanned, muscular legs.

  Elizabeth watched the Headmaster stare, his eyes moved up and down her body, and he spoke not a word. She grew a bit self-conscious; his was the look not of an administrator, but more of a man checking her out. She fidgeted with his silence. She'd heard the rumors that raced through the school. The Headmaster was a stern disciplinarian, and some girls already had the marks to prove it. There were also the other rumors, rumors that, besides being disciplined, Headmaster Michael had also touched them sexually. She looked at him, handsome in an older man type of way, big hands like her father's. While she had been punished by her father, what she'd heard of Headmaster Michael was far more severe, a fate she hoped not to share with the others.

  Elizabeth was still a virgin, boys didn't really interest her. She'd traveled a lot with the army, never really putting down roots. She always had trouble meeting new people her own age, and in fact, older men she'd met at parties her father had thrown as a General where Elizabeth acted as his hostess always seemed interested in her. They always eyed her, especially as she became older and her figure filled out. In the last few of years, some of them became bold-usually those of higher rank than her father-they would hug her, hold her tightly against them for long periods of time, Elizabeth felt their hard cocks pressed up against her, or behind her, into her tight ass. Hands would “slip” from her waist to brush across her ass, always complimenting her on what a beauty she was, what a lovely figure she had, how sexy she had become. She even began to believe them, sought out older men, flirted with them, not stopping them if their hands began to roam. One night she even found herself out on the patio, a congressman's hands in her panties as he pressed up against her from behind, his cock jutted into her ass, masturbated her as she stood there with her legs parted until she came. She liked that, older men paid so much attention to her, no strings attached, expected nothing, just the moment. They were not like boys, they knew exactly what they wanted and they knew how to play her body, not just for their satisfaction, but to please her. She liked powerful, strong men, even if they were older. Maybe it was because they were so much like her father.

  "What am I to do with you,
Elizabeth? Have you seen Delyssa's eye? It's turning black. What do you think her father is going to say if he finds out?"

  She knew she shouldn't have done it, but the bitch was so stuck up, thought she was so much better than everyone else, especially Elizabeth. All of a sudden she had just punched her, knocked her down. Coach Jorgenson raced over and separated them or rather, just stopped Elizabeth from kicking her ass. “I'm sorry, Sir,” used to the title, always having called the General, Sir, not dad or father.

  "I'm going to have to expel you, Elizabeth. The Senator's friend is Doctor Lenox, a distinguished board member of Hollister School for Girls. He has already called me twice today; I have been putting him off until I could talk to you. I can't defend your behavior.” Michael looked at her as she fidgeted before his desk.

  "Please, don't expel me, my father would kill me. He threatened to disown me if I didn't do well here. Please Sir, my mother died a long time ago, my father raised me. It would be devastating to him.” She gave him a sad look, one of her looks she learned to use on older men.

  "Your father is a General, isn't he, Elizabeth?"

  "Yes, Sir, he is."

  "You would think he would have disciplined you better. Haven't you ever been spanked before?"

  "Yes Sir, all the time. The General believed in punishment, severe punishment. I was spanked all the way up into high school."

  "Surprising, then, that you act this way. What did he do, lightly tap you?"

  "No Sir, he would use his big hand on my butt. It hurt when he finished."

  "How much could it hurt spanking you through your skirt and underwear?"

  "No Sir, he would put me over his lap and pull my panties down and spank my bare butt."

  Interesting He also noticed that she tried to play him. Did the little girl play older men? “You didn't seem to learn very well from the spankings."

  Where was he going with this conversation; was he priming her to punish her like the other girls? She had heard from the rumors flying around that he liked corporal punishment, much more severe than she was use to. Is that what he wanted? “You could punish me, Sir. Like the General does.” She waited, tried to determine his thoughts from his expression. He looked up at her, his eyes brightened as if he just had a revelation.

  Maybe there was another way out of this. Doctor Lenox wanted a girl. He wanted to shave her, shave her pussy bald. And, maybe play with her a bit, or make her play with him. Maybe a trade could be devised. “Would you submit to being punished if I did not expel you?"

  Her eyes lit up, “Yes, Sir” she said instantly, not even caring what the punishment might be.

  "Don't answer so quickly. There are certain conditions to the punishment."

  "I don't care, Sir. You can do anything, anything to keep me from being expelled and disappointing the General."

  "That is one of the conditions, it wouldn't be me doing the punishing; it would be Doctor Lenox. I think that is the only way I could get him to convince the Senator not to have you expelled. He is very persuasive if he has a reason to be so. You would have to give him that reason."

  This was different. Doctor Lenox was about 65, a real lecher. If that was the only way, though, she would have to do it. “I agree to let Doctor Lenox punish me."

  "There's more, Elizabeth. He has an unusual request. It is not a spanking he wants to administer."

  Uh oh, here it comes. What does the dirty old man want? “Then what, Sir?"

  "He wants to shave a young lady like you"

  "Shave? I don't have hair on my face, why does he want to shave me?” Then it dawned on her. “You mean ... down there?"

  "Yes exactly, Elizabeth. You still have pubic hair don't you?"

  The only way he could shave her down there was if she was naked in front of him. And she would have to spread her legs for him, let him see her sex. And it wouldn't be for a few seconds, it would be long minutes while he shaved her down there. And, she was sure he would be touching her down there. Could she really let him do that to her? No boy except the General had ever seen her naked below her waist. She answered his question with a nod.

  "Would you be there, Sir?” She wasn't sure why, but she knew she would feel better if, it wasn't him doing it, at least if he would be there.

  "No, you would be alone with Doctor Lenox, though I would probably look in and see the results,” smiling as he told her. He would love to see her pussy shaved like a baby.

  "And that would be it, Sir? Nothing else besides shave me?"

  "I'm afraid not, Elizabeth. It would be up to Doctor Lenox as to what your punishment would be. Shaving would be part of it, but he would decide if you would have to submit any further."

  "Submit, Sir?"

  "Yes, you would have to willingly submit to him."

  This went farther than she had thought it would. First, being shaved, then she would have to submit-she was not sure what he meant, but it sounded ominous, especially for a virgin. “I don't know, Sir. I don't know if I could do that."

  "I understand, Elizabeth. It's a difficult decision for a young girl like you. I understand if you decline. You can go back to your room and pack up your things. I'll have my secretary call the General and make arrangements for him to pick you up tonight."

  Things moved way too fast. He talked about her leaving this instant. “Can't I think about it this weekend and give you a decision on Monday?” she played for some time.

  "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I would be more than willing to give you the time, but I put Doctor Lenox off all afternoon. I can't leave him hanging all weekend. It's Friday night. You must make your decision now. If you agree to submit, I will send for Doctor Lenox. He will be here in an hour, which gives you time to freshen up and take a shower. I'm sure that you will want to be clean and fresh for him. I won't kid you, Elizabeth. It will not be over in an hour. Doctor Lenox will look to exact his punishment from you. Punishment can be in many forms, not only physical, but also psychological. Humiliation is an excellent form of punishment. Submitting to let Doctor Lenox shave your pubic area is going to be very humiliating; he will make sure that it is. I'm sure that he will place your body in some very revealing and degrading positions and take his time. If you agree, you must remember to keep your composure and submit to all his requests. You do not want to anger him, otherwise the deal will be off and you will have submitted for nothing. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

  She hadn't thought of it that way. He would see her body naked, something no one else had seen. And he would do it to punish her, to humiliate her, to degrade her. Would she be able to submit to all of it? Her foot tapped on the floor, her mind raced as she tried to decide. If she could only think about it, maybe find another way out. She looked up, Headmaster Michael waited for an answer.

  "Well, Elizabeth, who should I call, Doctor Lenox or the General?” He wanted her to decide quickly, decide without too much thought. It would be better that way, especially with Doctor Lenox coming in an hour, no time to change her mind.

  "Doctor Lenox."

  "Are you sure, Elizabeth? I want to make sure you make the right decision. Don't feel pressured into doing this.” He could already imagine her, her legs spread wide, her pussy as bare as a baby's, her lips parted, her pussy open for his gaze. Then there would be her anus; Doctor Lenox would never forget to trim the hair back around her tiny wrinkled opening. He would remind him of it, if he did. It wouldn't be hard to convince the Senator to let Doctor Lenox do this to Elizabeth. After all, it would be almost as if he was there, he would get the first copy of the tape, the tape showing Elizabeth submitting to spread her legs and have her pussy shaved. And anything else Doctor Lenox would decide to do to pretty Elizabeth.

  "Yes, Sir, I'm sure. I appreciate you looking out for my interests, Sir. You did say you would look in on me, Sir? Make sure I'm OK, while Doctor Lenox is with me?"

  "Why of course I will, Elizabeth. I hope it doesn't embarrass you. After all, you will probably be naked with your legs spread.
"

  She hadn't thought of that, or maybe she had but tried to put it out of her mind. It sounded so obscene when it was spoken out loud. She tried to put the mental image out of her mind. “No, I want you to,” sounded different than what she meant. She wanted him to look in on her, not see her naked sex.

  "Let me call Doctor Lenox now and see if I can convince him. I want you here to agree to everything. If I say something, nod your head yes. If you nod no, I will tell him you don't agree and I will call the General to pick you up. Is that agreeable, Elizabeth?"

  It was back to either agree or get expelled and have the General find out, neither one a very good choice, but the General finding out the worst. At least with this it will be over today, with the General it would just begin. “Yes Sir."

  Michael picked up the phone and called Doctor Lenox. He knew that he would jump at the chance without any encouragement, knowing that the whole session would be filmed. It was not that the Senator really cared that much, his daughter was such a pain in the ass. The call was mainly to get Elizabeth primed as to what would happen to her. And he would enjoy the look on her face, the humiliation as he repeated out loud everything that would be done to her lovely body by Doctor Lenox.

  "Sorry I took so long to get back to you, Doctor Lenox. Yes, an unfortunate incident. Yes, I thought about expelling the student. Her name is Elizabeth, a very lovely young girl,” a smile to Elizabeth as she stood before him and listened to the one-sided conversation so intently, without knowing that Doctor Lenox barely spoke, Michael handled both sides of the conversation. “I agree, Doctor, something must be done. It requires very severe punishment. But I thought of an alternative to expelling her, a punishment that would be more suitable to the crime. Remember your desire to shave a young lady's pussy,” another smile as he used that word loud enough for Elizabeth to hear and to cringe when he said it. “What if Elizabeth submitted to it as punishment, Doctor? Yes, I know that it is not very severe, Doctor, but that wouldn't be all of the punishment,” Elizabeth received a look that appeared as though he really tried to help her. “Would you be able to use the chair in the punishment room? Michael put his hand over the telephone, “we have an antique chair in the other room. It was used in olden days for maidens. It has stirrups on the armrest where their legs would be placed, spread wide and a basin underneath them, used for washing or shaving females while they were spread. He wants to put you in it. Your legs would be strapped in, but not your hands. Should I say no and call the General?"