by Powerone
It sounded worse then any mental image she had conjured up, but the mere mention of the General's name was all she needed, a nod of no, a whispered, “no, I will agree,” already she resented her decision.
"OK, Doctor. You also want to shave around her anus?” another look at Elizabeth, the distress showed clearly in her face, the thought of his fingers on her anus as his looked at it frightened her.
She again nodded her acquiescence.
"Yes, Doctor, she has already agreed to strip for you,” then whispered to her, “you did, didn't you? After all, you have to be naked in the chair."
She turned red, nodded her head yes. She was already humiliated and it was only a phone call.
"Yes, Doctor, she has agreed to submit to you. Yes, you may punish her also. I don't know, what would you like to do to her? Yes, I think spanking her would be suitable punishment,” watching Elizabeth's eyes. “She would already be naked, so it would be on her naked skin."
"Spank her pussy? I don't know that sounds rather severe, don't you think?” He made a gesturing motion to Elizabeth, her eyes wide open in fear at the thought of her sex being spanked. “I know I said she should have a severe punishment, Doctor.” He put his hand over the receiver, again. “Sorry Elizabeth, I don't know what to say, I did say severe. What do you think?"
Once the General found out she had been expelled, her life would be a living hell, a nod, agreeing again.
"Yes Doctor, she agrees. Yes, humiliation is a very severe punishment, also. Yes, you would have her naked and spread to shave her pussy and anus. That is very humiliating already. Yes Doctor, that is also very humiliating for a young girl. Yes Doctor, forcing her to do that would be humiliating,” Elizabeth's eyes questioned him to find out what they were talking about.
"What?” Elizabeth whispered, needing to know.
Michael ignored her for a few minutes more, made her suffer the painful wait. “I'm sure that she has done it before, but it would be very different if you did it. Yes, there are things you could use to do it with. Yes, I have some here I could give you."
He put his hand over the telephone again, a pause before he spoke, as if he hated to even tell her. “I think you should decline. I'll call the General and you can go home. I think he is going too far, you have to decide somewhere along the way that it is going over the line."
"What, what?” she begged.
"He wants to masturbate you and make you cum while he has you in the chair. And, he wants me to give him some toys to do it."
"Toys, what kind of toys?” the thought of a dirty old man, his hands all over her body and making her cum disgusted her.
"Vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps, anal probes, you know the usual things,” he matter-of-factly said. She had used vibrators before, but the thought of nipple clamps and anal probes frightened her. She took a deep breath. You've gone this far, he already has you naked and shaved. “OK."
"Are you sure?” Michael gave her a look, as if he was surprised, full well knowing that she would submit, the thought of the disappointment on the General's face a fate worse than death.
"Yes."
"Yes, Doctor that would be fine. What? I think that is going too far, Doctor. I realize that you are not getting anything out of it. But that, I don't think she has ever done that before. Yes, that would make it an excellent punishment, but it is so degrading. Yes I realize the state you will be in. Yes, it would be her fault. Yes, she would be taking care of what she caused. I think it has gone too far, but she is standing here, so I will ask her, but I will advise her not to. Hold on while I put it to her."
"Now what?” She exclaimed, hearing only one side of the conversation, not wanting to hear the other side.
"Well I think you should say no and go home to the General,” giving her the out he knew she would not take first. “I think that he is taking advantage of a lovely young girl and you should not submit to it."
"What, what does he want now?” God, wouldn't this ever be over? The decisions were bad enough, what would performing them be like?
"I'm not even sure how to say it to a nice girl like you."
"What?” Elizabeth grew impatient.
"He says that shaving you and spanking your pussy will make him sexually aroused and that it would be entirely your fault. It's kind of a mixed logic, yes, if you didn't get into trouble, then he wouldn't be able to punish you, then he wouldn't be sexually aroused."
"What does he want to do, fuck me?” She blurted it out.
"Shh, don't let him hear you. Calm down, Elizabeth. Don't yell at me, I'm advising you against this whole thing. If you could control your emotions, you wouldn't be in this fix. If you don't want my help, fine, I'll tell the Doctor no and you can go home to the General. And watch your language young lady, it's not proper."
"I'm sorry, Headmaster Michael,” noting his anger. She couldn't help it. She should have just said yes. She didn't need to hear all the details ahead of time. It made this much worse. And the Headmaster was worried about her using the word fuck when he is arranging her to be stripped naked, shaved and pussy spanked. “What does he want me to do?” answering calmly. Take a deep breath.
"He wants you to perform fellatio on him and swallow.” Michael waited, enjoying the look of disbelief on her face.
Elizabeth took another deep breath. God, he wants me to suck his cock. Not only that, but he wants to cum in my mouth and have me swallow it. “Tell him, yes,” she said calmly, glad it was over. “I'm going to take a shower. I'll be back in an hour. You'll be here when I get back, won't you?” Her eyes pleaded with him, she did not want to start off with the Doctor alone.
He whispered to her, his hand on the phone, “of course, as long as I can stay without making the Doctor nervous,” returning to the Doctor on the line as Elizabeth left the room, her sexy ass made Michael's cock hard.
Michael laughed into the phone, “she'll do anything you ask. She agreed to all that I said, just threaten her a little, mention sending for the General and she will obey like a puppy. Yes, you can have her all night, though I might stop in every once in a while. I think it will really humiliate her if I'm there, especially if you are masturbating her, or when she cums or when she is sucking your cock. She'll be here in an hour, see you then."
Elizabeth hurried back to her room, quickly stripped off her clothes and jumped into the shower. The hot water ran down her naked body, hoped the shower would sooth some of the uneasiness about meeting Doctor Lenox in less than an hour. She thought about Headmaster Michael, different from what she thought he would be. With the rumors of him punishing some of the girls, he seemed to want to avoid that with her, often telling her not to submit to Doctor Lenox.
And he was handsome, even though he was older. But he seemed to know her so well already, she somehow felt safe with him. She realized that he would probably see her naked tonight, even maybe while she was engaged in some degrading acts that Doctor Lenox would force her to perform. She would feel embarrassed by them, especially performing them in front of him, but it also seemed to excite her that he would watch her. She wasn't sure why. She let her hand slip down between her legs, one finger in her slit, the warm water hit her pink lips. She looked at the clock on the wall, only twenty minutes left. She turned off the water, toweled herself off quickly, caught a final glimpse of her bush-the next time she was in her room, her pubes would be bare. She tried to imagine how that would feel.
She dressed quickly in a short skirt that hung low on her hips and a tee shirt that left her midriff bare, her stomach flat from an exorbitant amount of sit-ups. Her bra and panties were a pale blue, no thong tonight; she would be naked soon enough. She looked good. Why not tease them a bit? Especially, Headmaster Michael.
Michael heard the knock on the door, Doctor Lenox already in the “punishment room” would make this arrival Elizabeth's. He had wondered if she would show up, always a chance, though small, that she might change her mind. She was an interesting girl, different from some of the ot
hers. He wondered how she would do tonight in submitting to Doctor Lenox. “Come in.” He was a little taken aback by her dress; this was not the tomboy schoolgirl who had been in his office only an hour ago. This young lady had dressed to show off her body and had done it well.
Elizabeth smiled when she saw Headmaster Michael's expression as he gazed at her body when she entered the room. Hell, pretty soon he would probably walk in and find and her naked and spread open, this was nothing. He seemed to be unable to say anything; only able to stare.
"You look very sexy, Elizabeth."
"Thank you, Sir. I'm ready for my punishment."
"This way,” they walked towards the punishment room, Elizabeth in front of him, his eyes glued to her ass as it swayed in front of him.
Elizabeth was surprised by the big room, the mirrors on one wall, the ominous furniture covered with thick blankets. But what caught her eye was the chair. It was a heavy wooden chair, the wood stained from ages of use, the legs and arm rests thick beams of rough hewn wood. The seat was only a tiny slat at the back of the chair; the rest of it held a black iron bowl embedded in the seat. The most imposing part of the chair was the twin black iron stirrups that shot out from the armrests toward the ceiling, weathered brown leather straps hung from the edge to secure the current victim's legs. Cranks turned the adjustment screws, the stirrups able to move in all four directions, but most importantly, able to rise up. She caught a glimpse of someone else in the room, Doctor Lenox.
"So you are Elizabeth."
"Yes, Sir.” A man in his sixties, his hair a salt and pepper, but mostly gray. He had a pretty good build for someone his age, about five feet, ten inches. No one she would be attracted to, a Headmaster Michael he was not.
"Did you learn your manners from the General?"
"Yes, Sir. He was very strict; I was raised in a military life.” He seemed to know a lot about her, Headmaster Michael must have told him.
"I hope he taught you to obey well. I wouldn't want to have to call the General to come and get you. I'm not going to have to do that, am I Elizabeth?"
"No Sir. I will obey. I don't want the General to find out.” She knew that life would be hell if the General found out she had been expelled for fighting.
Doctor Lenox looked at Michael, “thank you Headmaster. Elizabeth and I will be fine. You may stop in later to check to make sure that she is still obeying.” He dismissed him to the dismay of both Michael and Elizabeth.
Michael had no choice but to leave, Elizabeth's eyes pleaded with him to stay; the door closed behind him.
"You certainly are a lovely creature, Elizabeth. Why don't you step closer?"
Elizabeth moved to him, walking by the frightful chair. She stood in front of him, her hands hung uselessly by her sides, her feet together. He sat in a chair in front of her, his eyes looked up at her, started at her face before moving down to glance at her breasts and finally down to her legs.
"Such a beautiful body you have, Elizabeth, I'm going to enjoy it immensely. Why don't you slip out of your tee and bra for me?” he said as if he was asking her the time of day.
Her hands moved up to pull the tee over her head, felt his eyes on her even though she could not see them, quickly disposed of the shirt. She was more embarrassed to strip off her clothes than if she had already been naked, the act humiliating, especially in front of a strange older man. His eyes were glued to her bra, her breasts pushed up high, her cleavage tanned.
"The bra now, Elizabeth, I must see those nice tits."
She unsnapped the bra in the front, her hands covered her breasts as the bra fell to the side, wishing she had not agreed to this, it being more difficult and embarrassing than she thought it would be. One arm covered her breasts, her flesh warm, the other hand slid the bra straps down one at a time. The bra slipped to the floor, her two palms covered her naked breasts. She felt her pointed nipples poke into her palms. How could they betray her so quickly? Doctor Lennox was pleased at the look of embarrassment in her face as she stood before him, her hands covered her naked breasts, the cleavage still visible. He let her stand there, liked the way she shivered in her humiliation. “Remove your hands, Elizabeth,” he ordered her, just like the way the General did.
She closed her eyes, she did not want to see the expression on his face as she let her hands lower, the cool air of the room and the heightened suspense made her nipples so hard they ached. They felt like hard pebbles, unable to look at them, afraid that her body betrayed her. Would he think that she was enjoying this forced sexual submission? She heard only their breathing in the room, her eyes still clenched tight, waiting for another order from him, but there were none, only silence. After long minutes she opened her eyes, saw his eyes still glued to her breasts. She had been right; her nipples were over an inch long, the pink flesh capped her pert breasts, surrounded by her dark areolas.
He stood in front of her, her eyes drawn down as his hands moved up to her breasts, hers clenched into fists as he made contact with her tits. He felt her tremble as he encircled each perfectly shaped breast in his hands. He heard her suck in a breath as her nipples hardened beneath his palm, hurting as the pointed tips pushed into his hand. He squeezed, heard a slight moan come from her lips as he compressed the resilient flesh, released, then squeezed again, delighting in the way the felt beneath his fingers. He loved the touch of a young girls’ breasts, the flesh so firm and smooth, nature's gravity not yet taking over, the nipples still pushed out hard into the air. And Elizabeth was no different, her breasts high on her chest, her nipples pointed proudly out. “You have very beautiful breasts, Elizabeth,” his fingers moved to the tips, one finger skimmed each areola, watched tiny goose bumps appear. “So sensitive,” two fingers grabbed her nipples tightly between his strong fingers, crushed the hard rubbery flesh and twisted them around. He saw her lips clench together, but she made no attempt to stop him, which provoked his fingers to tighten more, pulled the nipples out, her breast jutting out over three inches. “Good girl, we're going to get along quite well."
The pain in her nipples sent a delicious rush through her body, especially between her legs, a familiar tingle began. How could this happen to her, how could she be getting aroused by this man abusing her breasts, especially her sensitive nipples? She had often pinched her nipples while masturbating, but this was different, a stranger was doing it to her, unable to stop him, free to do it as hard and painful as he liked and his fingers seemed to test her resilience to the pain. She stood there while his fingers played with her nipples and breasts, free to explore them at will.
His hands slid down her naked stomach, felt her muscles tighten, toned muscles flat and hard. “You take lovely care of your body, Elizabeth,” his hand moved over her abdomen until he reached her low slung skirt. He moved his hands around her, grabbed at her skirt-encased butt, felt her body jerk forward as his hands cupped her tight buttocks. He let his hands roam over her ass, her feet planted tightly on the floor as he continued the exploration of her body. His fingers slid up and down the split in her butt, felt her attempt to escape the probing fingers, her hips moved forward, his cock pressed up against her pussy. “Yes, I like that,” as he ground his cock into her pussy, her body jumped back again to escape the cock rubbed up against her.
She felt his cock push against her, his fingers took too many liberties with her ass, her cheeks clenched tightly against the probing fingers trying to find entrance between her cheeks. She felt his fingers move up to the top of her skirt, find the button, the zipper slid down noisily, signaled the release of the garment to fall on the floor onto her feet that left Elizabeth clad only in her light blue panties. She looked down between them, saw his cock bulging out his pants, only inches from her panty-covered pussy, his hands and fingers returned to her ass, sought out her taut flesh. She braced her hips, not wanting his hands to drive her pussy onto his cock, fought the urge to escape the fingers that again began to clench and massage her trim buttocks in his hands.
The fl
esh felt so wonderful beneath his fingers, the smooth, silky panties only enhanced the touch of her firm flesh, his cock jerked in anticipation of this lovely girl. His hands rubbed all over her butt, felt the sharp divide between them, knew that it hid her anus. Soon he would have her in the chair, unable to stop his hands and fingers, all of her orifices open for his exploration, a tightly clenched anus his favorite target among the young girls that he had a chance to molest. His fingers were often the first to explore the depths of their asshole; the girls long remembered his probing fingers. He let his hands move around to her hips, guided her back onto his cock, rubbed up against her panty-covered pussy, the fabric pushed in by his protruding cock. He finally moved away, looked at her face somewhat expecting a look of fear or loathing in her eyes, but instead, found one of arousal. He often found that in the girls. Once they reconciled to what they would have to submit to, their bodies often submitted and even relished the feelings that were aroused by the submission and humiliation they were subjected to. Elizabeth appeared to be no different from the many others that had come to the punishment room. He sat down again, looked at her half naked body. “Take off your panties for me, Elizabeth. Slowly, like you were doing a strip tease. Tease me with the sight of your pussy."
