The little school girl was only marginally surprised to discover that she wasn’t the only student who had been ordered to report to the Principal’s office that warm Saturday morning. A bench with several seats sat along the opposite wall from his office, occupied by two girls. She recognized Ann immediately; a popular sophomore whose small, shy smile was enough to make hearts melt. Ann wore a pleasant summer dress; white with little blue flowers that went well with her shoulder length brown hair. The bosom of the dress was elastic and pulled tight, emphasizing Ann’s impressive bust. The little school girl suppressed a moment’s jealousy as she admired the large curves that Ann’s dress framed well. The little school girl’s own bosom was nothing compared to Ann’s and she felt the lack acutely. It was like comparing apples to cantaloupes.
Sitting two chairs further down was Liz, a spitfire of a girl with a bad attitude and enough black eyeliner on to qualify for her own line of cosmetic products. Her sable colored hair obviously came from a bottle, the dark locks going well with the punk rocker – Goth look Liz was going for. A silver ring flashed at Liz’s nostril, with a matching piece of hardware in her lip. There were odd little bumps where the tips of her breasts pressed against her shirt. The little school girl’s eyes widened as she took in Liz’s ripped fishnet stockings, a black leather skirt, the combat boots with green neon laces, and the loose and half torn tee-shirt that hung off of one shoulder, sporting the words “bad to your boner” between the outlines of the pierced nipples. The meaning couldn’t have been clearer.
The little school girl blushed after reading Liz’s shirt. She herself had also been selective about her clothing. A pair of tight, blue denim shorts cupped her cute bottom and a light pink halter top covered her chest. There was a strip of bared belly, no wider than two or three inches, the lightly tanned skin matching the long legs that went down to a pair of simple flip flops that graced her feet. She wore no jewelry except for a pair of sapphire colored studs that pierced both earlobes.
For a moment the little school girl considered sitting down between Ann and Liz, but decided instead to remain standing. She leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms as Liz looked up, a speculative look in her eye. The little school girl wasn’t exactly intimidated and she met the Goth girl’s gaze directly, a sort of trial of wills, until a series of muffled shrieks emanated from behind the closed door of the principal’s office. She couldn’t help tearing her gaze away from Liz and looking toward the office. The frosted glass windows prevented her from seeing in, though she thought she saw some sort of movement. Then there came a few half-strangled sobs, as if someone were crying while stuffing a hand down their own throat. The little school girl glanced over at Ann, whose eyes were wide. The blush on the girl’s cheeks spoke volumes and Liz was grinning, eyes bright with speculation.
Another five minutes passed and then the principal’s office door opened. The little school girl straightened as he appeared, tall and muscular, wearing his impeccable shirt and tie. He stepped aside, as if to let someone leave, and the little school girl gasped as Miss Fontaine, the new freshman literature teacher came out. Her makeup had run, leaving several dark streaks down her cheeks and her dress was askew. There were several white globules of fluid splattering her neckline, all the way down to the collar of her dress, which had an unusual smear of wetness. She hurried past and from the way she was walking, the little school girl could tell she was in pain. Miss Fontaine left hurriedly, her hands going down to cup her own bottom as she entered the hall outside the office.
“Let’s go. All three of you,” the principal said. Liz rose first, fast and confident, leading the way as the little school girl followed. Ann brought up the rear, clearly uncomfortable and nervous. He moved around them as they followed his direction and entered the office. A collection of nature photographs hung on the walls and to the right was a comfortable looking leather sofa. His desk, along with a pair of chairs, dominated the opposite end of the room and together they walked right up to it.
Ann gasped. Lying upon the top of the desktop were an assortment of whips, paddles, saps and freshly cut switches, all looking devilish and painful. The principal leaned against the desk, idly picked up one of the canes, and then nodded at the line of girls.
“Remove your shoes,” he ordered them. The little school girl merely slipped her feet out of the matching pair of flip flops and glanced at the others. Liz was forced to kneel as she untied her boots, while Anne still had to unbuckle the two inch heels she’d elected to wear. Liz took the longest since she was wearing a skirt that made movement difficult. Finally Liz straightened, her feet still encased in the ripped fishnet stockings. The principal pointed at Liz.
“Pick up everyone’s shoes and put them by the door,” he told her.
Liz’s eyes narrowed. “Why me?” she demanded.
The principal’s response was lightning quick. The cane he was holding snapped out, striking her left breast through her black shirt. Liz gasped and jumped backward, her arm coming up in self-defense.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed. Anger flashed across her face. She opened her mouth to say something else, but the little school girl saw the expression on the principal’s face, the same as Liz did. The punk Goth girl wisely closed her mouth and bent over, hurriedly gathering the assorted shoes and carrying them to the door. Liz put them all in a pile and then returned to the line, a look of dark consternation on her face.
The principal took a deep breath. “I will say this just once. You are all here to be disciplined by corporal punishment. For those of you who have been here before, you know the drill. I expect deference and courtesy.”
The little school girl nodded, though mostly to herself. She was a frequent visitor to the principal’s office, almost daily in fact, and he himself had been the one to tell her that her consistently perplexing choices of attire merited more intense correction. She had responded to that observation by wearing something even more provocative the next day and hadn’t even made it to her first class before being sent to the office.
“B-b-but I thought…” Ann suddenly sobbed, fresh tears spilling down her alabaster cheeks. Like the little school girl, she hadn’t worn any mascara or eyeliner.
The principal eyes her coolly. “You were caught providing oral satisfaction to not one, but two boys in the men’s locker room, Ann. At the same time.” The well-endowed brunette blushed crimson and let out another sob as both Liz and the little school girl glanced at Ann in surprise.
Liz caught sight of the little school girl’s looks of shock. “Oh, give me a break princess,” Liz snorted. “You’re always dressed like a ten dollar whore, what with your short shorts and those skirts you wear. And the halter tops with your tits half hanging out. Everyone knows you come here for a daily fucking.” She pointed toward the principal.
The little school girl gasped, her eyes widening, but before she could say anything, the principal lashed out again with the cane, this time striking Liz’s right breast. Liz gasped, her hand coming up to cup herself as the glare of the principal silenced her. Ann glanced over at the little school girl, who was blushing, but didn’t seem surprised, or even outraged at the accusation.
“And you Elizabeth? Would you care to care to share why you are here?”
Liz’s look of anger faded into a wicked grin. “I wouldn’t dream of denying you the opportunity,” she replied. The principal didn’t reply, refusing to take the bait. The silence lengthened until Liz sighed in exasperation and looked over at Ann and the little school girl.
“I was having sex with a teacher,” she explained.
The little school girl blinked in confusion. At this school, that wasn’t an offense. That was practically a daily event.
“What’s so bad about that?” Ann asked in bewilderment.
Liz smirked. “Because he’d agreed to fix a grade for me,” she replied.
The principal was unfazed. “And because you left him tied to a lab-table, spread-eagled, with dry ice burns to his chest and genitals after you were done riding him.”
Now both Ann and the little school girl looked shocked.
Liz actually blushed. “I got burned a little too,” she pouted. “Right here.” She lifted up the front of her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her well rounded bosom came into view. She touched the tip of her right breast, a silver barbell stud piercing the pink tip. She wiggled it around, staring at the principal and her tongue came out to lick her lips. No one said anything and she lowered her shirt again.
The principal shook his head, rolling his eyes. Then he focused on Ann. “We will now begin. Remove your dress.” He tapped the cane against the palm of his hand and for half a second it looked like Ann was going to protest. The brunette girl’s eyes darted left and right, hoping for a reprieve, or for Liz or the little school girl to volunteer. But then fresh tears appeared in her eyes and she grabbed hold of the hem of the dress and with a single pull tugged it off over her head.
The little school girl had always known Ann was curvy, but as a large pair of soft, white breasts came into view she had to admit that Ann’s bosom was impressive. The nipples were huge and perfectly pink, the tips already hardening as the flesh contracted from exposure and fear. Ann’s belly was flat and smooth and led straight down to a well-trimmed sex that sported only a tiny bit of hair. Her bottom was also impressive, a wide hipped fanny that had been hidden under the flair of the dress. Liz snorted as Ann folded her dress and held it to her middle, still crying.
“Pretending to be all wholesome and innocent, yet you show up not wearing a bra or panties? What a slut!” Liz taunted.
Ann glared at Liz with an angry grimace but then was quiet as the principal stood up. He put down the switch and pulled a five foot long, black leather cord from his pocket.
“Turn around, hands behind your back,” he told Ann. She complied, but only after handing her folded dress to the little school girl. In seconds Ann’s wrists were bound behind her, pushing her prodigious breasts upward. The principal laced the thong higher, brought the girl’s elbows inward, and then marched the curvy brunette to the middle of the office, near the sofa. There was a steel ring embedded in the ceiling and he positioned Ann directly beneath it. Then the principal moved around to Ann’s front.
Liz and the little school girl watched in astonishment as another long strand of leather thong appeared. The principal grabbed hold of Ann’s breast and began wrapping it at the base. Each loop tightened around the soft and pliable mound, changing the shape from a smooth, white curve capped with pink, into a taut, darkening bulb. Ann moaned as he tied off the thong and began doing the exact same thing to the other side of her chest. The little school shifted jealously as the principal finished binding Ann’s bosom, taking the loose ends of the leather thongs and threading them through the steel ring above her head. He pulled on it, making Ann gasp and pulling her breasts upward. The little school girl knew it had to be uncomfortable because Ann went up on tip toe, her bare feet arched and moving, struggling to help her keep balance as well as to prevent her own weight from pulling on her breasts. The principal tied the leather strands off and Ann was forced to stay up upon her toes, calves burning, or risk hanging from her breasts.
The principal returned to the desk and picked up the willow switch, giving it a quick swing as if to test its suppleness. Ann looked at the principal in frantic terror and the little school girl tried to imagine what the sound of the switch striking Ann’s boobs would make.
But it wasn’t to Ann the principal went. Instead he turned toward the little school girl, eyes dark and impenetrable.
“Strip,” was all he said, his face cold and impassive. It didn’t matter to the little school girl. She was glad to be next. In seconds her halter top was on the floor, her small but shapely breasts exposed like Ann’s. Even Liz couldn’t help smiling in appreciation, licking her lips as if the little school girl were a scrumptious tidbit to be devoured. The shorts came next, exposing a blue and white striped thong. This was peeled down and the little school girl noticed that the crotch was wet. The scent of her arousal was strong and she wondered if he could smell it.
The principal looked upon her nudity for a long moment, clearly just appreciating her form. He did this every time she’d been in his office before and she knew that he was a connoisseur. Finally he pointed to the black leather sofa against the far wall.
“Sit on the sofa and spread your legs wide,” he told her.
The little school girl moved gracefully to the couch and sat down, the leather cool under her bare bottom. She leaned back and brought her feet up, propping her heels on the seat next to her. This bent both legs, but also forced her to spread herself open like a butterfly, her legs the finely shaped wings. Her sex, wet, shaved, and pink, opened widely in that position, enabling all of them to see deep into the petals, which blossomed until a dark crevasse appeared, beckoning to be filled.
Again the principal studied her, his eyes locked on the rose colored flesh between the young girl’s legs. Moisture trickled from the little school girl’s sex and she couldn’t help rolling her hips a few times as her body’s incessant need for sexual satisfaction once more took priority. The principal reached down and ran a single finger through the little school girl’s sodden folds. She let out a gasp, then shuddered as he dipped into her well, a single frustrating inch, only to pull out and put the now wet digit in his mouth. He said nothing, but went back to his desk, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a massive, pink colored vibrator. He tossed it to Liz who caught it in surprise.
“Get her on the edge,” he told Liz, who grinned wickedly and went straight for the little school girl.
“Oh sweetie,” Liz said softly as she knelt down in front of the little school girl, her face only a foot away from the little school girl’s exposed clit. “You are about to beg me for release.” She lifted the vibrator, turned it on, and pressed the tip against the little school girl’s sex. The effect was instantaneous. There was a sharp gasp and the little school girl’s body tightened as Liz pushed on one knee, opening the little school girl up even more. The tip of the vibrator began circling one specific spot and in short order the little school girl’s hips were rolling as her apple sized breasts heaved with need.
Meanwhile the principal had returned to Ann holding the switch. It whistled through the air, cutting sharply until its forward momentum was impeded by Ann’s bottom. She let out a shrill cry that startled both the little school girl and Liz, even as Ann jerked forward in pain. She was held upright by the bindings on her breasts and both sides of her bosom darkened noticeably in color to an engaging shade of purple. Her feet danced as she struggled to relieve the pressure on her bound breasts, her toes dark. The principal swung the cane again, leaving a second line of scarlet fire across Ann’s buttocks. Ann sobbed and swung madly.
The little school girl tried to count the strokes the principal gave Ann, but Liz had doubled down on her efforts, running the buzzing vibrator into the little school girl’s recessed opening, pushing inward for a few inches, only to withdraw without satisfying the desperate need. Another rush of pure bliss followed as Liz’s hot pink tongue darted out, lapping at the little school girl’s clit. She cried out, thrusting her hips forward and it was then Liz drove the phallic toy deep.
Ann’s cries of continuing anguish did nothing to quell the rush of exquisite pleasure that exploded through the little school girl’s veins. It was orgasmic in nature, powerful and strong. Liz continued to push on the little school girl’s knee only to begin suckling the girl’s clitoris, seeming to devour it in one long, sweet pull. Through it all the swish of the switch against Ann’s rump punctuated the moans and slurping sounds as Liz pleasured the little school girl, a sharp contrast to Ann’s pain ridden please for the principal to spare her.
The little school girl sucked in a breath of air, her body shuddering from the influx of adrenaline and dopamine. She felt amazing, but also shocked. She’d never, ever, had sex with another girl before and Liz’s mouth had felt so good! The vibrator was still inside her, wobbling from the off-set motor embedded within. To the little school girl’s surprise, she was still aroused, despite the orgasm, and could feel another wave building inside her.
“Keep your legs open!” Liz said sternly, slapping a hand against the little school girl’s inner thigh, less than an inch away from her stuffed pussy. The flesh smarted and caused the little school girl to yelp in pain.
“Having problems?” the principal asked, tearing his attention away from the sobbing Ann, whose weight was almost totally being supported by her massive breasts.
Liz straightened up and then used a single finger to flick the little school girl’s clit sharply, eliciting another desperate cry as well as another jerk from the little waif. “She won’t stay open,” Liz complained dishonestly, lying through her teeth. “She keeps trying to close her legs.” She flicked the little school girl’s clit a second time, hard and cruel, the involuntary spasms making the spread open legs seem to close. The principal smiled, obviously aware that the little school girl’s issue of staying spread stemmed not from misbehavior, but from Liz’s manipulation. He quickly went to his desk, opened another drawer, and pulled out a collection of Velcro straps and D Link carabineers. He dumped the entire mess onto the sofa next to the little school girl.
“Here. Bind her open, but be quick about it. She’s next.” He said. “Make sure that most of her ass is still visible too.”
Liz grinned and used the palm of her hand to jam the vibrator as deep as it would go into the pink gash in front of her. The little school girl tensed and cried out, her hands coming up to grasp her own knees, pulling herself wide. Liz laughed and grabbed the little school girl’s hand, pushing it down to hold the vibrator.
“Here. Keep the pressure on. No pumping or I’ll hurt you. Keep it in deep.” And with that the little school girl was holding the vibrator in her own slit. Liz began sorting through the pile of straps and a minute later began wrapping one around the little school girl’s leg, just above the knee. “Oh… the options!” Liz muttered with delight.
Across the room the hum of another vibrator began and the little school girl craned her head to the side to see the principal press another pink phallus against Ann’s clit. Her choked sobs began to subside and suddenly her hips began to thrust forward as Ann began to rub herself on the vibrating toy. Meanwhile Liz had secured two separate straps to the little school girl’s legs, midway up. A pair of steel eye hooks were mounted in the walls on opposite sides of the couch and Liz used them to their full advantage. She pulled the straps until the little school girl’s legs were obscenely spread, bent at the knee, petite bare feet hanging in the air. Liz grabbed hold of the other wrist, bringing both hands down to the little school girl’s vibrator stuffed pussy, and bound them together, tying off the last strap. Then she lifted the little school girl’s hands upward as she threw the strap behind the couch. Cooperating, the little school girl moaned as Liz rooted down underneath the sofa and managed to get a hold of the last strap. This she tied around the sofa leg.
Liz barely caught the vibrator in time as the pulsing wetness of the little school girl’s sex squeezed the pink phallus out. Liz laughed, reaching up to tweak a rose colored nipple before running the tip of the soaked and gooey vibe across the little school girl’s clitoris.
“And where should this go next?” Liz asked rhetorically. She dragged the tip of the vibrator downward, through the wet and open petals of the little school girl’s sex, down even further to the tiny star shaped opening of her bottom. The little school girl whimpered, but there was little she could do tied open, her body canted upward, spread wide and prepared like a feast. If Liz wanted the vibrator in the little school girl’s bottom, then that is where it would go.
“Now hold that in, Ann.” The principal’s voice was loud and he pulled his hand away from Ann’s loins. The massive end cap of the thick vibrator he’d been holding now stuck out perhaps half an inch from the pouty and full petals of Ann’s sex. She shook, which was quite a trick considering how tightly she was tied. He plucked the willow switch from off the floor and laid it lightly across Ann’s swollen and purplish breasts.
“N-n-no! You c-c-can’t!” she gasped, shaking with both fear and the tumbling vibrations of the vibrator stuffed into her sex.
“On the contrary, ten strokes will be administered to your tits,” the principal announced. “Unless of course that vibrator comes out of your body. Then we start over, which would be unfortunate for you.”
“B-b-but it’s on high!” Ann squealed.
For the first time the little school girl heard the principal laugh. It was cruel and dark.
“Trust me,” he said softly. “You’ll have more problems with the switch distracting you than what level the vibrator is set at.”
The little school girl’s attention was suddenly pulled from the tableau in front of her by Liz, who moved next to her on the couch, ducking under one of the straps. Sitting next to her as if they were both at the movies, Liz brought the slick vibrator down between the little school girl’s legs and jammed it once more into the wet and open gash. The little school girl heaved a sigh of relief, even as she felt the exquisite pleasure of the penetration. She had been half afraid the vibrator was going to be stuck into her bottom! Liz leaned against the little school girl and began pumping the vibe in and out, flicking the poor girl’s clit with her thumb each time the full length was embedded in the little school girl’s cunt.
Just in front of them the principal let his first stroke fly and the little school girl could see it was more of a flick of the wrist than a swing. With Ann’s breasts so tightly bound, even a light tap would feel insanely strong. The thin length of the flexible branch crossed both of Ann’s bound breasts, creating a white line across the pair of taut purple globes before turning a dark shade of red. Ann’s eyes were closed and her head thrown back as she cried out, almost screaming. She struggled to stay balanced, the vibrator tightly pressed inside her and kept in place by her thighs. She danced on tip toe, her chest heaving from both the exertion and the pain. Her nipples were hard bumps, standing out like rocks in a stormy sea. Shades of blue began to appear across the flesh of her bosom. The vibrator stayed in.
“Did you like that?” Liz whispered into the little school girl’s ear. Liz left the vibrator in and quickly took hold of the little school girl’s clitoris, twisting it sharply and eliciting a shrill cry from the bound open girl. “You know you’re next right? And from the way he wanted you tied up, I’m guessing your cunt is going to get the worst of it!” Liz let go of the little school girl’s clit and once more grasped the vibrator, pumping it in and out with hard, forceful thrusts. The little school girl began hyperventilating, clearly approaching orgasm.
“Oh no. No you don’t. Not again!” Liz whispered. “He didn’t notice the first one, so let’s not test our luck today, right?” She yanked the vibrator out and moved it three inches lower. The little school girl squealed.
“No! Please! Not there!” she begged. But it didn’t matter. Liz pushed and the tip penetrated a full inch into the little school girl’s ass before she managed to clench tightly.
“Oh yes. Fight me,” Liz hissed, pinching her nipple hard with her other hand. “Make me force it into you. Please!”
With those words the little school girl tried to relax, opening up for the thick, cock-like object. Slick with her own cum, the phallus slid in once she readied herself. The second inch wasn’t bad but then there was an excruciating pain as her virgin bottom was rammed open. She let out a hoarse cry and threw her head back as Liz backed the vibrator out a bit, only to push deeper on the next thrust.
The sound of the switch striking Ann’s bosom filled the air but did nothing to distract the little school girl from the pain in her ass. Ann cried out, jerking wildly as the principal landed a flurry of strokes upon the poor girl’s tits, light red lines crisscrossing the bulging breasts. Liz brought her other hand over and began rubbing her fingers across the little school girl’s nipple, teasing the hard bump mercilessly. A loud clatter interrupted the caning of Ann’s breasts and then all of them looked down on the floor as the vibrator Ann had been stuffed with shook its way across the carpet.
The principal leaned down and picked it up. “You had four left,” he said simply “Now you have ten.” Ann let out a wail even as he pressed the tip of the vibrator in between her legs, holding it to her clitoris. She began bucking once more as he toyed with her, finally managing to slip the full length of the oscillating sex toy back into her depths. Ann let out a choked groan, her hips wiggling back and forth violently. Her thighs came together as he removed his hand and then he lifted the switch back up. The next three strokes fell fast and hard, leaving Ann breathless.
The little school girl was also recovering, though from an entirely different kind of abuse. Her bottom had been thoroughly rammed open by Liz, who had slipped from the couch and was now kneeling on the floor, one arm draped across the little school girl’s thigh, her fingers flicking the little school girl’s raised and swollen clitoris, while the other repeatedly thrust the vibrator into the little school girl’s freshly opened ass.
“Bet you like that?” Asked Liz. “Don’t you? Do you like how that makes you feel? I’ve seen you walking around, dressed like a slut. Except you’ve been a cock-tease, haven’t you? It’s all for him? Is that really what you want? Coming here for your strokes each day?” She pulled her right arm free and instead bent down, pushing her head back between the little school girl’s legs. Liz’s tongue darted out, once more lapping at the little school girl’s clit. The pleasure was incredible and the little school girl suddenly realized her bottom wasn’t really hurting anymore. She thrust upward, trying to mash her sex against Liz’s mouth.
“Oh no. Not like that, pet. You have to stay on the edge because when he gets to whipping your cute little pussy I want you so desperate that you want it. You beg for it.” She licked the little school girl’s clit again, like a cat lapping milk. A series of shudders shook the bound open girl, her toes curling. She came dangerously close to another orgasm and Liz pulled her mouth off the little school girl’s sex. Her chin was glistening with juice and she grinned wickedly.
“I’d rather you dress like that for me,” she whispered. “I’d hurt you in ways he couldn’t imagine!”
The little school girl’s eyes darted wildly from side to side. “It’s not just…” she gasped, “…about the hurt.”
Liz laughed delightedly. “Oh I know. It’s about what the hurt becomes!”
Behind Liz, Ann screamed. The principal’s hand whizzed through the air delivering the final stroke to Ann’s bosom. Red lines peppered the taut and swollen breasts and as she sobbed into her arm he reached up and loosened the knot tying her to the ceiling. She sank back down, her knees shaking as he allowed her to stand flat footed. The little school girl watched, her own body desperately craving release, as the principal held Ann in a tight grip. Ann shuddered, crying into his shoulder. From what the little school girl could tell, the vibrator was still inside the well-endowed brunette.
But then the principal let Ann go, letting her slump slightly, her weight still on her bound breasts. Another strand of leather appeared and he reached down to grab one of Ann’s ankles. Drawing up her left leg, he wrapped the leather around her limb, just above the foot, and then pulled it backward and up. Ann cried out as he tied the leather thong to her wrists. Ann’s toes curled and her foot rotated around desperately. Her thighs, which had been pressed tightly together, now wanted to open and only pure desperation kept her legs together despite the new position.
“If this falls out one more time I’m adding ten strokes to the ones you already have coming to your ass,” the principal warned Ann. She groaned as he patted her bottom. He moved around behind her, enjoying her struggle to stay upright and balanced on only one foot, especially with the task of keeping the vibrator in. For a moment the little school girl though the principal was going to start hitting poor Ann’s bottom, but she realized that the thong binding the brunette’s foot was in the way.
And Ann’s sole was the target.
Fast, short strokes followed and Ann yowled, twisting violently as she sought to escape the cane. The sole of her foot almost immediately turned red, showing the thin, harsh lines of the switch. The principal finished in under twenty seconds, and then released her leg, letting her gain her balance once more. From the way she was standing, favoring the right leg, it was relatively apparent to the little school girl that the bottom of Ann’s foot was hurting.
Despite Ann’s intriguing torment, the little school girl was lost in her own sexual trial. Liz’s fingers did amazing things to the folds of the little school girl’s exposed and presented sex, while simultaneously ass fucking her with the vibrator. Tongue and fingers were both used and the little school was squirming with need, lost in the waves of pleasure that rocked through her. A moment later she was panting, so close to orgasm that she began to beg.
“Please! Please Liz! Yes!”
“Don’t you dare cum, you slut!” Liz declared, yanking the vibrator out of the little school girl’s bottom and tossing it aside. Liz reached back down and pinched the exposed clitoris hard, eliciting a cry of anguish from the bound girl, who twitched violently in her bonds. The principal glanced over sharply from where he was untying the leather thong from around Ann’s ankle.
“Orgasm and it will mean thirty extra strokes,” he warned. Liz glanced at him, her eyes bright and she turned back toward the little school girl. She drove three fingers into the little school girl’s sopping hole and began finger fucking her rapidly.
“Oh. Well in that case…” Liz said with disdain.
“For both of you.” The principal’s voice was hard.
Liz’s eyes widened and she yanked her hand out of the little school girl’s snatch. “The hell with that. Don’t cum.”
But it was too late. The little school girl tensed, eyes closed as her mouth opened soundlessly. She shuddered hard, clearly in the throes of intense orgasm.
“Damn it! Stop! Stop!” Liz shouted. She began spanking the little school girl’s open sex, her palm slapping the sodden swamp, but that just seemed to make things worse. The little school girl’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and spurt of clear fluid shot out of the little school girl’s sex, splattering Liz’s shirt and face. The raven haired beauty blinked in shock as the little school girl’s tiny cries of release filled the air.
“Oh. Oh shit!” Liz slumped down in defeat and looked back that the principal who gave her a wry smile. Then he bent back down and began wrapping Ann’s right ankle with the leather strap.
“Please! Please NO!” Ann begged as the principal began to pull. Her weight shifted to the side and she was suddenly standing on the foot he had just caned. Her face betrayed how much pain she was in, but her now thrusting loins made it clear that she was feeling something else as well. He tugged her foot higher, the bondage forcing her to spread her legs and this time nothing Ann could do kept the embedded vibrator nestled in her sex. It fell, clattering to the floor.
“Liz, please take the vibrator and hold it to Ann’s clit. Rub her with it,” the principal demanded. Liz crawled forward and picked up the vibrator, leaving the little school girl dazed, bound and open, still dripping with the euphoria of massive orgasm. Ann squealed as Liz pressed the tip of the violently shaking toy against her clit and in seconds the bound brunette was bucking, thrusting her hips back and forth, working herself into a froth on the vibe. Liz made a satisfactory hum. The principal raised his switch and brought it down hard on Ann’s right foot. Immediately a hard crimson line appeared and Ann’s entire body jerked. Liz grabbed hold of her, keeping her steady, the vibrator rubbing up and down over Ann’s clit even as the next stroke fell.
It took every ounce of Liz’s strength to keep Ann from twisting away from the horrible lines being drawn upon her tender instep and arch. Each fall of the switch bit into the delicate flesh and in short order ten fresh lines of scarlet welted Ann from toe to heel. Most had bitten into the soft flesh in the center of the foot, leaving Ann sobbing with pain even as Liz had her close to orgasm. Again her leg was dropped and almost the moment her toe came down the budding explosion within Ann crested. Liz gasped as a fresh sluice of girl goo erupted onto her clothing, spotting her shirt with a second splatter of slut sap. Liz dropped the vibrator with a disgusted frown as she backed away.
The principal moved fast at that point and in seconds Ann was free of the overhead hook. She fell to the ground and curled up into a ball, twitching with the after effects of both the punishment and the subsequent orgasm. Liz stared at Ann with disgust until the principal tapped her on the shoulder with the switch.
“Stand up and disrobe,” he ordered Liz.
“What?” she protested. “You said she’s next!” Liz said, pointing over at the little school girl who sat on the couch with a dreamy smile upon her face, eyes barely open, still bound tight.
“That was before you let her orgasm,” the principal explained patiently. “Now you’ll do what I say. Strip.”
Liz glared at the man but stood up with a defiant look in her eyes. She grabbed hold of the shirt and almost ripped it off over her head, exposing a very nice set of breasts, both nipples pierced with steel barbells. Then she jammed her thumbs into the leather skirt and shoved it downward. She was wearing a black lace thong that looked more appropriate for a lingerie catalog than the principal’s office. She gave him a wicked look and turned to show her ass to him as she peeled it downward.
The stockings came mid-thigh on both legs and she left them on, her expression daring him to tell her to remove them. But evidently the principal liked the look because instead he stepped up to her.
“Put your hands on the desk behind you and lean backward,” he said darkly.
The little school girl smiled. That was the very first position she’d ever been forced to adopt with him too. She remembered it vividly; being asked to spread her legs, the whipping of her breasts and sex were brightly colored and intense memories. The little school girl had heard the stories, the corporal punishment that had started with Tami Edwards and was now a school institution. She’d taken five safety pins and temporarily hemmed her skirt four inches higher than normal. And that had been enough. She’d been sent to the office for corporal punishment and the orgasm that came with it.
Almost every student tried it at some point. The boys were sent to Ms. Rutger, the vice principal, who supposedly fondled their cocks while strapping their bottoms. The little school girl on the other hand went to him. He’d used a leather belt on her breasts and sex, only to order her to bend over his desk. His hand had delved into the hot wetness of her bared sex, her breasts pressed against the cool leather of his blotter as the strap licked at her rump. It didn’t take long before she exploded into his palm. It had been a wild and amazing thing. That night she’d used her mother’s sewing machine to permanently hem two of her four skirts. She brought one decent pair in her bag to change into after being sent to the principal’s office a second time. It had become almost a daily routine.
Liz glared over at the little school girl’s smiling face, not realizing that it was her own memories she was reliving and not pleasure at seeing Liz get her comeuppance. Liz leaned back and then spread her legs in a wide stance, her palms flat upon the desk behind her. The principal placed the tip of his cane against her knee and pushed, forcing her to widen even further.
“You’re next bitch,” Liz snarled at the little school girl, who blinked in shock. The principal looked over at the little school girl, but then glanced down at Ann.
“No. Don’t untie your breasts,” he suddenly said to the girl on the floor. The little school girl looked down and noticed that Ann was picking at the leather straps binding her breasts tight. Ann let out a choked sob.
“Please! They hurt so much!” She begged.
“Good. That’s the point. Now I will give you a chance to avoid the ten extra strokes you earned by dropping the vibrator,” the principal said, nodding toward the little school girl. “Go over and lick her clit, but do not let her cum,” he said, pointing at the little school girl’s still swollen clitoris. Ann blinked but quickly got on her knees. She didn’t even hesitate and pressed her face into the little school girl’s sex, her tongue finding the swollen and sensitive clitoris. The little school girl let out a tiny moan as suddenly her clit was sucked into Ann’s mouth.
“There,” the principal said, turning back to Liz. “Now, we can begin your punishment.” He put down the cane and picked up one of the rubber floggers. He swung it experimentally a few times and then braced himself, raising the whip to strike.
Liz bit her lip but then thought better of it and clenched her teeth as he swung. The rubber flogger snapped forward, smashing the thin rubber strands against her pierced breasts and leaving an immediate pink sheen to the skin. Liz gasped, her head going back as she sucked in another breath. He struck again, and then a third time, the flogger making a terrible sound as it bit into her bosom. The tiny barbell piercings danced and jiggled as her breasts bounced and a moment later she pushed herself upright and covered her boobs with her hands, squealing. The principal waited until she had collected herself and then went right back to abusing her breasts, turning the fully formed globes hot and heavy. Liz didn’t complain. There was no cussing, no moans, no cries of anguish. Just the steadily increasing intake of breath that bespoke the strain she was under. She began to tremble slightly only near the end, her stocking covered legs spread wide and taut. After he had given her ten full strokes, he stepped back.
“Do you want the extra ten I have to give to your breasts now? Or after I’m done with your other parts?” the principal asked.
Liz wavered, as if the wind had been taken from her sails. “Whatever,” she moaned, waving her hand. That was all the principal needed to hear and he laid into her bosom hard, making her breasts jump back and forth with each strike of the whip. The flushed pink color of her bosom changed into a darker red and Liz’s chest heaved as the pain grew. Her hips began to pump as her body strained under the torment and then the principal stopped, the extra ten strokes delivered as promised.
The little school girl’s eyes were locked on Liz even as Ann licked, suckled, and nipped at the little school girl’s clit. Already there were stirrings inside the little school girl, urges that could only be attributed to Ann’s oral skills. The well-developed décolletage of the brunette girl was still harshly bound, but Ann was clearly recovering. Ann suddenly lifted her head up from the swollen petals before her and twisted, looking around for the vibrator that Liz had dropped. She found it behind her, still slick with her own juices and she brought it back around to the little school girl’s sex.
Adding the vibrations made it all coalesce for the little school girl and as Ann rubbed the violently shaking tip against the distended clit the little school girl suddenly realized how precarious her own position was. The two previous orgasms hadn’t relieved her of the pressure. The fires were still smoldering, threatening to burst into another blaze and Ann was not only adding fuel, but heat and air as well. The vibrating tip skittered across the little school girl’s clit only to plunge fast and hard into her ass. And then Ann reached for the other vibrator, the one Ann herself had removed from her own dripping sex. She turned it on and began rubbing it against the little school girl’s slit, a toy in each hand, until the little school girl couldn’t even stay still.
The principal wasn’t watching though. Instead he brought the flogger up in a powerful underhanded swing that impacted heavily into Liz’s sex. She cried out, going up on tip toe, her stocking covered calves straining as it seemed as if he were trying to knock her to the moon. He swung again, once more eliciting a sharp cry that the Goth girl bit off, panting with exertion. Stroke after stroke came up between Liz’s legs and her knees began to buckle. Her sex, wet and moist, the folds thick and wide, went from peach colored to vermillion and he continued to smack the rubber flogger hard against her loins. Soon she was wincing with every blow, twisting, yet always seeming to find the necessary strength to once more open her legs, exposing herself to him. Her knees trembled as she braced herself for the last stroke, her eyes staring at him as spasms rippled up through her body. He swung his arm as if pitching a softball and the rubber strands impacted wetly between her legs. She cried out, this time folding up and collapsing to the floor like a puddle of wet noodles.
Over at the couch the little school girl barely noticed. Ann had slid both vibrators into each gaping hole and was pumping them wildly, in no particular rhythm as the little school girl’s chest heaved. The principal left the fallen Liz on the ground, grabbed hold of both the cane and his leather sap, and hurried over to where the little school girl sat twitching.
“Good Ann. Keep her like that for just a moment longer,” the principal said. Then he grabbed the big toe of the little school girl’s right foot, raised the cane, and began laying a series of sharp lines across the sole, keeping most of them on the tender arch. The little school girl let out a wild cry and her leg jerked. The principal was forced to hold onto the bucking girl as she went mad with the pain. Ann jammed both vibrators in at the same time and even pinched the little school girl’s clit until the principal finally let go. The little school girl sobbed, her hips rolling wildly as Ann started the steady thrusting movements once more. The principal moved around Ann and grabbed the little school girl’s other foot.
“No! Please! No!” she gasped, but it was too late. He swung the cane and it bit into the tender flesh. The cane bashed its way along her foot, tenderizing her skin and leaving wheals of fire hot agony along her instep. The principal reached down, grabbed hold of Ann’s wrist, and stopped the thrusting movements.
“Take both of those over to Liz and put them inside her. Make sure the one in your right hand goes into her pussy.”
Ann blinked, but then nodded, ignoring the cries of need from the little school girl. Ann pulled back, taking the vibrators with her, and began crawling across the floor to Liz, who still lay in a fetal ball by the desk. The little school girl looked up at the principal with a desperate hunger, the soles of her feet still burning hot, and watched him put down the cane and pull out the sap. He raised it above his head and then swung, catching her spread and soaked petals with one expressive stroke that made the little school girl cry out in agony, head thrown back in both rapture and regret.
Liz whimpered as Ann pushed her legs apart and began the penetrative process. “No! I’m too sore!” Liz protested as Ann rubbed the first vibrator across the Goth girl’s sex. Liz reached down and tried to take the vibrators from Ann.
“Sir! Liz won’t let me!” Ann whined.
The principal was right in the middle of his second swing and he only turned toward Ann and Liz after the little school girl let out a piercing squeal, twisting violently on the couch, her sex burning from the impact of the rectangular leather paddle. He glanced back and shook his head.
“Liz Davis, open your legs right now or you’ll spend next week in detention!” Liz let out a gurgle and then hesitantly opened her legs. Ann didn’t waste a moment and jammed the first vibrator into Liz’s beaten sex. Liz gasped and lifted her hips as Ann began trying to work the second vibrator into the Goth teen’s bottom.
The little school girl was oblivious to the drama unfolding on the floor in front of the principal’s desk. All she knew was that her sex was on fire, scorched from the burning heat of the sap. He hit her again, a third time, and the scarlet petals of her flower turned white from the pressure before the blood seemed to rush back into the stinging, scalded folds. Again her loins jerked lewdly, her body becoming confused as the pressure and heat warped into something not unpleasant. He rubbed the edge of the soft leather paddle against her clit and gash, making the little school girl suddenly mewl with need.
Liz suddenly cried out, her body bucking as Ann managed to drive the second vibrator deep. It became a wrestling match, with the larger, buxom brunette on the top, one leg swung over Liz to keep her down, holding the vibrators in. Liz shuddered, giving up and Ann began pumping the two toys slowly. The principal nodded in satisfaction and then turned back to the little school girl and struck her again between the legs.
The little school girl gasped, hips thrusting wildly, her eyes glazing as he worked her into a sexual froth through the liberal application of the leather striking her wet slit. Then, as it became clear she was close to orgasm he once more plucked up the cane, moved to the side, and with a single whipping motion, brought the sharp stick horizontally against her upturned bottom.
The little school girl cried out, kicking madly against her bonds, not that it did any good. He slipped back between her legs and smashed the leather sap down on her clit again, watching as she bucked. The high pitched whines coming from her throat went up in volume and he sliced another picturesque line of crimson across her buttocks. Again the sap flew, smashing her sodden folds downward and as he lifted his arm to hit her again with the cane, she opened her mouth and let out a wail so heart wrenchingly pure that he could only think of one thing to do. He hit her again with the sap.
The little school girl’s orgasm was so powerful that her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she didn’t even rouse when he laid another smashing blow to her swollen and distended clitoris. The principal stood up, panting from the exertion of her punishment and tossed aside his tools. A quick check of her pulse told him that she had merely passed out and he breathed a sigh of relief. He gathered up the cane and sap and returned them to the desk, eyeing Ann and Liz in the process.
Liz was moaning, her body twitching as Ann stayed atop her. With his foot, he nudged Ann. “Get off her now.”
Ann nodded and climbed to her feet, wincing and cupping her still bound breasts. The moment she let go of the vibrators in Liz they slipped out. The principal had a satisfied smirk on his face and tapped Liz lightly on the ass with the switch.
“Turn those off and stand up,” he ordered. Liz rolled slightly and looked up at him with undisguised hatred, but she pushed up off the floor. Liz turned her gaze to Ann and gave the busty brunette a similar glare. It took her a moment to turn off the toys and Liz left them on the floor. The principal put both the cane and the leather sap he’d used on the little school girl back on the desk.
“Ladies, please bend over, breasts pressed to the wood.”
The little school girl let out a moan as she came to on the other side of the office but the principal paid her no heed. Instead he focused on the creamy and luscious bottoms of Ann and Liz. Ann’s was wide and plump while Liz sported a well curved but trimmer model, her thigh high black fishnet stockings making an amazing contrast with her white skin. The little school girl could see both girl’s pouting wet petals through their thighs.
The principal selected the paddle from the remaining assortment of instruments on the desk. It was the typical school paddle; heavy, made of solid oak, and sporting a series of evenly spaced holes to make it sting more. He moved to Liz’s side, took aim, and then swung the oaken butt buster against Liz’s ass. The crack it made was almost as impressive as the pressure wave that radiated out through the girl’s buttocks. Liz gasped, her breasts coming up off the desk as the explosion of heat blew through her.
Ann received the next stroke and the principal did not spare her in any way. She cried out in agony, even as a hot flush of heat appeared across her wounded posterior. Her breasts, still bound with the leather thong and sporting a myriad of crimson welts, appeared as she twisted and the little school girl could only imagine the pain Ann was in. The principal examined both girls’ bottoms, even placing his hand on each luscious, spanked derrière before delivering the next brutal set of strokes.
The little school girl watched with increasing discomfort as the principal steadily deepened the shades of red both Liz and Ann sported. Pink became rose, which turned to red, to darken into wine colored vermilion. Neither girl could remain still as the tenth stroke was finally delivered.
Ann was sobbing when the principal touched her shoulder. “Ann? You are finished. You may untie your breasts, dress, and leave,” he told the well-rounded girl. She straightened up, her hands immediately going to her tightly bound bosom. As she tugged at the knots he picked up one of the vibrators and turned to Liz. “You still have another ten strokes coming, but I will be generous. If you’d like, I can turn this on and put it inside you, or up against your clit during the rest of the spanking. Your choice.”
Liz glared at him but the little school girl saw the wetness in her eyes. She could tell that Liz was in a lot of pain. The Goth girl rose up on tip toe and spread her legs just a touch more, enabling the principal to slide the now rapidly buzzing sex toy deep into her slit. The moment it was firmly embedded she closed her stocking covered legs and readied herself.
Ann had managed to free one breast and was working on the other when the principal began Liz’s extra spanking. With each fresh impact of the heavy wooden paddle the noises made by the raven haired beauty became more passionately pained. Her buttocks rolled and tightened, the skin hot and blistered from the principal’s corrective beating.
Ann finished first, finally freeing her other breast and she scurried for her clothing, shucking into her dress as fast as her tormented body would let her. She slipped on her shoes but didn’t even bother with the straps. Tears still rolled down her face as she fled, opening the office door without a glance backward. A moment later she was gone.
The little school girl, still bound open on the sofa, watched as Liz took the last few strokes with silent grace. Yet when the principal finally put down the paddle Liz let out a pain wracked sob and straightened, both hands cupping her bottom.
“You may go now, Liz.” The words were a definite dismissal and Liz nodded. She reached between her legs and pulled out the vibrator, shutting it off with a twist of her fingers. She set it upright on his desk, the pink plastic glistening with her juice, and then padded across to her pile of clothing. It took her several minutes to get dressed, the little school girl watching her intensely. At the desk the principal began putting his tools away.
“What about her?” Liz suddenly asked, pointing at the little school girl. “Isn’t she going to get spanked?” The cruelty in Liz’s eyes was shocking. The principal scowled and shook his head.
“While her punishment is not over, she has already been caned across the buttocks, thanks to the position you tied her in. She also received a rather intense pussy spanking with the sap. Do you feel as if she has gotten off lighter than you?” The words were menacing, but to the little school girl, the revelation that her punishment wasn’t over was the catalyst for a fresh surge of wetness between her legs.
Liz shook her head and finished dressing. As soon as she slipped on her combat boots she took the three steps and stopped in front of the little school girl. They stared at each other for a long moment, and just as the principal began to say something Liz bent down and ran her finger through the little school girl’s sex. Wet folds parted easily and the little school girl gasped, jerking lightly. Luz brought her glistening finger up to her mouth and sucked the little school girl’s juices right off it with a sensual and wicked grin. She glanced back at the bound girl on the sofa.
“See ya round,” Liz said, then winked. A moment later she was gone. As soon as the door shut the principal went to the little school girl and began untying her. She groaned as her legs were freed, followed by her arms. She rubbed at her limbs, stretching to restore circulation.
“Get on the floor, kneeling.” His words seemed strained and tense to the little school girl. She did as asked though. It actually felt good to be up. Her body still ached, but it was the good kind and she was still aroused.
He sat down on the sofa, taking her place and he dug a hand into his pocket. “Come closer,” he told her, drawing a silver chain from his trousers, capped at both ends with clover clamps. The little school girl’s eyes widened but she pressed herself against his shins and even leaned forward. His hands were steady and sure, stroking the tips of her breasts with his thumbs until both nipples were hard points. The steel pincers closed around each nub and the little school girl let out an astonished gasp.
The clamps felt amazing. The tight discomfort combined with just a hint of pain made the ripeness of her sex burst with fresh moisture. Each breath now seemed like an act of sexual need, stirring her wanton list with uninhibited greed.
He began to unbuckle his trousers and she didn’t wait for his fumbling fingers. Her hands darted out, grabbed hold of the black leather belt, and then almost tore his pants open. He rose up enough to allow the little school girl to pull his pants down his legs, the material pooling at his ankles. Her questing fingers dug into the silk boxers he wore, easily finding his rock hard manhood. Grasping it with one hand she brought it toward her mouth, leaning forward.
A musty scent filled her nose, the scent of another woman. The little school girl blinked with the realization that she would not be the first female that day to have the principal’s cock inside her. She thought back to Ms. Fontaine and suddenly smiled. It was kinky and perverted, but the thought that she was, in a way, getting to have sex with the freshman English Literature teacher was too delicious to ignore. She opened her mouth wide and took a long lick of the principal’s Fontaine flavored dick. The pungent flavor only lasted a minute as she sucked his cock clean, but in the back of her mind there was an imagine of Ms. Fontaine naked, sitting in her chair behind her desk, while the little school girl knelt submissively between her legs, lapping eagerly at the woman’s clitoris.
The fantasy disappeared as the principal gasped and tapped her on the head. She rose up, licking her lips as he handed her the condom. He had made her put them on his cock before, so she knew what to do. Her fingers coveted him easily and she rose up, placing a knee on the couch beside him. She swung herself across his lap, his manhood brushing her bare thigh. His fingers found her hips, guiding her into position. The tip of his shaft grazed her sensitive petals, slipping through the moisture of her arousal. He thrust upward, but she moved with him, wanting control of the penetration. He groaned with frustration and grabbed hold of the chain hanging from her breasts. Before she could lower herself in a controlled manner he pulled her downward by the breasts and the hand on her hip. The little school girl cried out as she was fully impaled, his thick pillar rising into her loins. For several minutes they fucked spastically, rocking back and forth, working each other into a sexual froth. But then he pulled her to the side, tipping her over. The little school girl cried out, not wanting his member to leave her.
“You still have to be spanked,” he said gruffly. “Lay across my lap, but keep my cock inside you.”
She did as he asked, though it felt awkward and the position was not easy to get into. It took over a minute to settle and she felt as if she weren’t properly full, despite the fact he was clearly still inside her. His left hand twined around the steel chain connecting the clover clamps, holding her down on the couch, while the other traced a few of the cane welts he’d left across her ass earlier. He squeezed and kneaded her buttocks, then probed her anal opening with a finger, penetrating up to the second knuckle. She cried out, arching her back, which only caused the clover clamps on her nipples to tighten diabolically as the chain held her down. Her entire body trembled and she couldn’t help but to pump her hips, sliding herself up and down his pole.
He lifted his hand away from her rump, raising it unto the air. Then with as much force as he could bring to bear, he slammed his open hand into her bottom. The little school cried out as the harsh spank burned through her buttocks. But it was the force of the blow that drove her solidly down onto his cock that really drove her outburst. She clamped down on him, but the very nature of their position caused her to again rise up. And once only a few inches of his length remained inside her he once more brought down his hand to blister her butt.
One spank became two which became three. She counted silently in her head, half expecting him to stop at ten, but like the sapping of her sex, he kept going. Soon her bottom felt as if it were alight, broiling under an open flame as each blow of his hand drove her back down upon his shaft. She began to kick, unable to take the fury of the spanking, her hand moving to her bottom to cover the burning flesh. He grabbed her wrist and delivered two more stinging blows before pushing her off him, letting her fall sobbing to the floor.
He was atop her in seconds, rolling her over onto her back, spreading her legs. He was massive compared to her, their body sizes disproportionate. The little school girl gasped as he pressed his cock against her petals, yet still wet and open from the English style spanking she had just received, they accepted his shaft easily. He groaned, trembling with need as he pinned her to the floor of his office. His loins pistoned, driving his granite like member through her sex.
Despite the penetrative depth of his thrusts, which seemed to reach into her very core, the little school girl whimpered with renewed lust. Her excoriated bottom rubbed against the industrial carpet even as his weight seemed to crush her. Each full stroke of his cock sliding through her brought her closer to another mind blowing orgasm and she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. With one hand he grabbed the chain clamped to her nipples and pulled hard, sending white sparks of pain down her body that tightened her sex around him. He let out a harsh grunt and he shook violently, throwing his head back and moaning with each powerful thrust. She felt the spasm within her and felt herself taut as a bowstring, his orgasm itself the final masterstroke in pushing her own body over the edge. She bucked against him as his condom clad cock continued to pump and her fingers tightened into two fists. But then, just as she was about to cum, he yanked himself out of her, rolling away with a sigh of relief.
The little school girl’s eyes snapped open and the wail of frustration that left her mouth made it very clear she had been terribly close and had not been given satisfaction. She twitched, looking at him with burning eyes, but the principal ignored her, eventually rising to don his trousers and straighten his tie.
He said nothing to her and after a moment the overwhelming need receded to become nothing more than a terrible itch, a deep seated urge that she could work around. Slowly she got to her feet. Using the same towel he had wiped his hands with earlier, she cleaned off the excess fluids that coated her thighs. She found her clothes, gingerly pulling her blue denim shorts over the reddened curves of her buttocks. A moment later, wearing her halter top and flip flops, she stood in front of his desk.
“Is there anything else, sir?” She asked demurely. She posed coquettishly, one hip raised, the waistband of her shorts pulled low and barely hanging on her hips, her right foot arched with the heel up. She half hoped he’d order her to strip again for another sapping, but she could tell he was sated. With a sigh he put her foot back down.
“Not today. I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” he said, shaking his head. He didn’t even look at her. She bit her lip, but knew that nothing would make him take her again, even if he were up for the task. With a sigh she nodded and headed for the door. Well, it would just mean that Monday morning she’d wear the super short skirt. She twisted the knob and left him there, sitting behind his desk, already pulling out paperwork. She let the frosted glass door shut behind her.
The little school girl had only taken two steps when she heard Liz’s voice. “Well, that was certainly an adventure, and from the looks of you, not a very satisfying one.” The Goth girl stepped out from around a corner, her arms crossed over her chest. She studied the little school girl intensely, eliciting a blush.
“Yes. I think you’ll do nicely,” Liz said. She pointed a finger at the little school girl. “Why don’t you spend the night at my house? You know, a sleep-over.” Liz held out a small piece of paper and the little school girl saw that there was an address on it.
The words themselves were innocent, but the tone that Liz used made it clear to the little school girl that the upperclass-woman had no intention of leaving it innocent. The little school girl paused nervously. Had Liz asked at any other time, the answer might have been no. But then, at that moment, with the itch now tearing at the little school girl’s nerves, all she could think about was being sated.
“Uh… what do I need to bring?” She asked, not realizing she’d already made her decision as she reached for the paper. Liz laughed as the little school girl took the note out of her hands.
“Oh, a toothbrush and a comb will do,” she said, leaning forward and looking the little school girl directly in the eye. “Just don’t bother bringing pajamas.” Then Liz whirled and began walking away. The little school girl stared, her sex brimming with sensation as the anticipation started to bubble. She watched as Liz was just about to the door of the school when the Goth girl looked back over her shoulder.
“Because you won’t be wearing anything,” she teased. Then she disappeared through the glass door.
The little school girl smiled. With a deep breath she headed for the door, knowing she needed to get home. She needed a shower, and to do her nails, and to shave again. Because, after all, she had a sleepover she didn’t need to pack for.