A Scandalous Affair (Closed)

[sandmartin]

OOC: Sandra is 18 years old from an upper class family and currently at a private and very exclusive, not to mention expensive, college for girls. Life at the college is not very exciting as the girls are rarely allowed off campus, so what entertainment they get is generally self-made...

IC:

'Oh Shit!' I thought, sitting outside the Senior Principle's Office. I would never dare air such a thought, nice young ladies didn't talk like that, though I actually felt like screaming it out. Not because I wanted to offend anyone, and it would, but mainly because I was scared silly.

Two of my friends and I had been caught drinking wine in the dorm shower block, The Dorm Shower Room - it should have been safe! But it wasn't, Creepy Creed the Senior Principle had walked straight in and caught us red handed. I was shocked to say the least, how did he know we were there and what we were doing, I mean we could have genuinely been taking a shower when he just marched right on in!

Mr Creed had marched the three of us straight to his office. Jenny had been summoned inside first, as soon as the interview was over she had been dismissed and sent back to her dorm. Mr Creed stayed until Jenny had gone, then taken Claire into his office. They had been in there ages, goodness knows what was going on but a sense of foreboding told me I was in deep trouble. It all hinged on whether my friends would spill the beans on me and tell Creepy Creed that I had supplied the wine. Leaving Campus without permission was a serious offence. The school would notify my parents that I had broken the rules, and may even decide to make an example out of me by expelling me.

Needless to say I was worried. 'Oh Shit!' My mind screamed, again and again.

The big door opened, I tensed, sitting bolt upright on the hard wooden bench outside Mr Creed's office. Mr Creed held the door open and fixed me with a very serious gaze. Claire was weeping as she stepped out of his office, she didn't look at me which struck me as a bad sign - 'Claire?' I wanted to scream. 'Oh Shit! Oh Shit!'

 

[Vikingboy]

Cornelius Creed, Principal

OOC: Cornelius "Connie" Creed has been in education for 20 years, since his professional baseball career ended in a serious injury. At age 45, he still carries himself like an athlete, and at 6'3", 235, has an athlete's build, though it is often hidden beneath his conservative business suits. He has been Principal at St. Millicent's College for Young Ladies for 5 years, long enough to have a well-established reputation for accepting no excuses and being very no nonsense. His secret life is not even whispered about, although each year several young ladies are severly chastised in his private office.

Mr Creed is aware of the nickname "Creepy Creed" that he got because he seems to be right where trouble is happening. One of the benefits of having had pinpoint surveillance cameras put it various "hotspots" like the dormitory shower rooms. Though Connie enjoys spending time "voying" the naked girls, he truly relishes catching them in incriminating situations. Like today.....

IC: I had struck quickly, surprising the trio of underage drinkers redhanded. I had been watching all three, Jenny, Claire, and Sandra, for a while, aware that they were planning something. I had really enjoyed Jenny and Claire's recent showers sessions... watching girl's "jill off" was fun. But today, when the threesome had snuck the wine into the shower room, I had been watching. When I saw the wine bottle, I was up and across the campus to the dorm in no time.

I simply walked in and said, "Ladies, enjoying yourselves?" They had nearly dropped the wine, and Claire, who had been swigging from the bottle of blush, had spewed it all over herself and Sandra. They meekly followed me to my office. I suspected that Sandra was the ringleader and decided to break them down by "divide and conquer". Jenny had spilled everything, that Claire dreamed it all up, that she had provided the money for the wine, and that Sandra who looked more mature, had snuck off campus and made the buy. I sent Jenny back to her dorm with a stern warning.

Next was Claire. She denied everything that Jenny said, but she let slip enough to convince me of her guilt. I grew angry and threatened a cal home. Claire then broke and fessed up. I ordered her to return to her room, contemplate her fate, and report to me the next day for punishment. She knew that this probably meant a long-term suspension. She was on the verge of tears when she left.

I walked into the alcove of the office and glared at Jenny. She rose and came in. I held out the wine and said, "Who bought it?" She looked at me, momentarily ready to deny her guilt, but then she flinched as if something had struck her.

"You know I did, Mr. Creed," she whispered, then began sobbing, "Please don't throw me out! Daddy would just kill me and Mama would die if I got tossed!"

I looked at her, sternly, with a plan forming in the back of my mind. "Jenny, you've broken three major rules: drinking on campus, have contraband material on campus, and leaving campus with neither permision nor escort. Any one of the three is sufficient to expel you. Your Daddy and Mama didn't send you here to learn to break rules, did they?

"No they did not. I have to be severe with you, set an example." I lifted the receiver on the phone. "I need to call your parents about this, now!"

I was only a little surprised when she reached out and grabbed the receiver.

 

[sandmartin]

"Please don't do that Mr Creed." My heart was racing, I really didn't know what came over me. I could hardly believe that I had disconnected the telephone before he had even started to dial. "I won't do it again - I promise. I'll be very good."

He looked me straight in the face. "Three major rules Sandra. I let you off and I'll have the whole school thinking they can do just as they please."

I noticed his eyes bouncing from my blouse to my face and glanced down to discover two of my buttons had popped. I was showing a little more cleavage than was proper.

"Please Mr Creed. I promise I won't do anything like it again. Is there no other form of punishment you can give me that would satisfy disciplinary procedures and still keep me in school?"

 

[Vikingboy]

Cornelius Creed, Principal

When Sandra looked up at me, I saw that her blouse was coming unbuttoned. I couldn't help but glance down at her cleavage. Sandra was a slim girl, but she had full rounfd breasts. I felt my cock becoming aroused.

"Please Mr Creed. I promise I won't do anything like it again. Is there no other form of punishment you can give me that would satisfy disciplinary procedures and still keep me in school?"

"Well, there is, but it's pretty irregular, Sandra. We have allowed some select students to pay their debt by corporalpunishment." I walked around her. Nice ass, I thought, tight firm. It should feel good under my hands. I wonder what....

She interrupted me with a question, "Corporal punishment? What do you mean by that?"

I grinned at her, looking down on her barely 5 foot self. "Why, spanking, of course. Unless you'd prefer something harsher." I looked at her, wondering how she'd respond.

 

[sandmartin]

Sandra:

’A spanking!’ I had never been spanked in my life before. I suddenly had visions that this was going to be extremely painful, that I would hate it and that it would most likely bruise me. I really didn’t like the sound of it at all.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest. I really didn’t know what to do. If I refused his punishment of spanking then he would tell my parents and I would be thrown out of school – Oh the humiliation of it. My parents would never let me forget it, the shame of it, all their friends and neighbours would be bound to hear about it and… well, it just didn’t bear thinking about. On the other hand Mr Creed had a glint in his eye that told me he would like nothing more than to give me a sound thrashing – get even with the rich bitch!

Perhaps that’s why Claire had left his office in tears. Maybe he had given her a similar ultimatum and she had opted for a spanking. Perhaps it was better to endure a few minutes pain rather than suffer the full wrath of my parent’s fury, not to mention the humiliation of being expelled.
“You’re not really going to hurt me are you?” There was a slight nervous quiver in my voice as I addressed him. “I mean not seriously sir – you won’t hit me with a stick or anything like that sir will you?” My voice had dropped to a barley audible whisper as I glanced nervously around his office in search of the weapon.

 

[Vikingboy]

“You’re not really going to hurt me are you?” There was a slight nervous quiver in my voice as I addressed him. “I mean not seriously sir – you won’t hit me with a stick or anything like that sir will you?”

I smiled slightly. "Hurt you? Don't you think you deserve to be hurt? I think you need to feel the pain you've caused others, by the dsappointment in a 'good' girl like yourself." She was definitely scared, but had not puylled a Claire and walked out in tears. This one has spirit, I thought. This could be more than interesting!

"I won't use anything that will leave permanent marks, Sandra. At least not THIS time, I won't. But today only clears one offense, sneak drinking on campus. Later, we'll deal with the other two, more serious crimes you committed. For now, please lift your skirt and lower your panties, Sandra."

I almost laughed at the expression on her face. She was truly shocked that I would administer a spanking on her bare ass. The better to get you hot, my dear I thought. I looked at her as she silently decided.

"Come come, Sandra. You get one chance. Either comply or go back to the dorm and begin packing."

 

[sandmartin]

All I could do was stand there imitating a fish. My mouth kept opening, but no sound would come out. I was dumb struck, then I was angry – this was outrageous, how dare he suggest such a thing to me that I should lower my panties and let him smack my naked bottom! I could hardly believe my ears!

"Come come, Sandra. You get one chance. Either comply or go back to the dorm and begin packing." And that really was the cruces of it, I either allowed him to spank my bare bottom or I went and packed my things - some choice. I felt like I had been kicked in the chest or something, my stomach was hollow and my legs seemed to have turned to jelly.

I turned away from him so I wouldn’t have to face him watching me as I lowered my briefs. Gathering the hem of my skirt straight down beneath my hips, I was able to raise the edges of my skirt to reach my panties. The rest of my skirt still hung down in front and behind me, thus preserving my modesty as I tugged my panties off my hips and down to my knees.

He had his answer, I would comply. My head twisted toward him, but I couldn’t bring myself to raise my eyes to his. I had lowered my panties, signalling my willingness, albeit reluctantly, to accept my punishment, all I needed to know now was where I should go in order to receive my spanking.

 

[Vikingboy]

I moved quickly now, before my nosey, slut of a secretary could barge in. If she came in before I'd started, I wouldn't be able to pull this off because Sandra would flee. If she came in after I'd started, though, all that could happen was that Melanie would watch...and then our meeting later would be even hotter than usual.

Sandra's panties puddled on the floor. Her ass would look wonderful. Tight, round, and firm. And by the time I was done, her lily white ass would be bright hot red. "Come over here and bend over my desk. Grasp the edge, Sandra. That will work best."

As she walked past me, I stopped her. "Don't look at the floor, girl. Look at ME!" I lifted her head by putting my hand under her chin. Tears stood in her eyes, but not of sadness. She was furious with me and blushing a deep red. It figured, another spoiled rich girl who thinks she's better than stupid "old creepy Creed". I smiled at her. Before we're done, your tears will be for something besides anger, little girl. I thought.

Time to give her another choice. "You will tell me how many of strokes & with what, girl. 15 with my bare hand or 10 with the paddle. You choose and quickly, or I'll choose the type & the number will double."

With that, I smacked her ass hard with my strong thick hand to make her move to my desk. As she went and positioned herelf at my desk, I checked the aperture on the mini-cam and set it running. A record will help me later, I thought.

"So, what will it be, Sandra?" I approached her as she bent at the waist and spread her legs.

 

[sandmartin]

Sandra:

"Hand!" I answered decisively. I had no idea what a paddle was and I sure as hell didn't want to find out too late.

I bent forward and grasped the edge of his desk, shuffling my feet apart as far as my panties gathered around my ankles would allow. I made no effort to lift my skirt, with luck I would be afforded its protection, though I knew it wouldn't be the case.

I waited, bracing myself for the impact that would follow...



OOC: I'm away until Monday so won't be able to post. Have a good weekend and I'll see you on the otherside - Sandy

 

[Vikingboy]

She looked so delicious bent over at my desk. I moved behind her and secured her skirt in its belt so that it would not fall. Then I ran my hand over her silky white flesh...taut and firm, just as I expected. Not a blemish anywhere.

And under it was her pretty peach, slightly open, rimmed with the slightest bit of fuzz. I tapped her thighs, moving them apart and then slipped one finger down and up her sex. A bit of arousal there, I thought. This will get more interesting as we go along.

She demured to my touching, objecting only mildly. I silenced her with a quick "Don't tell me what I can do! You're not in charge here, girl!"

She subsided and I felt her begin to relax as my hands slipped up to stroke her butt once again.

"Very nice, Sandra," I said. "Now for sneaking into the shower area and drinking, 15 spanks. Then we'll go from there. The ground rule are simple...no whining or crying aloud. But you will count each stroke and do it loudly. If you do not, we go back to zero and start again."

I struck, my handprint quickly appearing as the first spank echoed through the room. I waited for her response before going on.

 

[sandmartin]

Sandra:

I heard him move up behind me and didn’t dare to look back and face him, in case he caught me blushing. I felt the back of my skirt ride up, uncovering my naked bum. I could almost imagine his eyes staring down at my bare backside as he tucked the hem of my skirt into my waistband, and then I felt his hand run across my naked bottom and a little shiver passed through me.

He tapped on the inside of my thighs insistently, commanding me to open them. My panties were stretched to breaking point between my ankles, so I simply bent myself over further and offered up my naked rump, feeling my cheeks parting for him and just as I realised the display I must be presenting, I stiffened as though an electric shock had just passed through me. In fact his finger had just run across my most secret place.
“Don’t… please… that’s not…” He cut me short with a harsh word about it not being my place to protest.

His hand played across my naked bottom and it was all I could do not to squirm and wriggle beneath him. I only half heard his compliments and instructions before he struck…
“One!” I cried aloud, taken completely by surprise.
“Two.” And my other cheek suddenly blazed…

 

[Vikingboy]

She was trying not to move, not to show any arousal, but her body was giving her away. After the third and fourth blows, her ass was bright red and her little peach shaped sex was beginning to glisten. Her counting was still there, but it was dropping in volume.

My hands weren't stinging yet, but her ass was. I stopped before striking again and I stroked her ass and sex again. This time, my finger came back slightly wet and her scent was noticeable. Young Sandra seemed to enjoy being spanked.

I muttered to her to be very still. Then I knelt and slipped her panties over one foot, leaving then dangling from her ankle. I spread her legs further apart and, as I rose, let my hand cup her sex. When she renewed her protest, I warned her. "Object again and I'll have you up on insubordination. That's REALLY serious."

Then My hand crashed down, spanking her three times more, bringing her cries up in volume.

So it went, until we reached twelve. Three or four blows, thn a break to let her recover. With each blow, her sex seemed to get wetter, until I stopped after the 12th blow and walked around to look her in the eyes while I retrieved something from my desk drawer.

 

[sandmartin]

Sandra:

Instead of a smack, he stroked me, but he might as well have spanked me for I jumped involuntarily at his touch just the same. His hand roved down across my blazing cheek to brush against my sex, only this time I did squirm when his finger pressed inside the outer lips. My breath locked in my throat as I waited. I heard him mutter that I should remain perfectly still – what was he going to do?

He crouched down behind me, urging me to lift my foot. I raised it off the floor and he freed my panty from my ankle before pushing my feet further apart. I felt his breath against my soft sensitive skin as he surveyed his handiwork, exposing more of my sex to his view.

His hand closed across my sex. I couldn’t stand it, “No don’t…”
"Object again and I'll have you up on insubordination - that is really serious." He growled before slapping my naked bottom extra hard.

He continued to beat me as I counted each blow. At twelve he walked about his desk, his eyes fixed mine as he opened his drawer. I averted my gaze, unable to look him in the eye as he withdrew something from his drawer.

 

[Vikingboy]

I wanted her to know what was coming, so I grabbed her hair & tugged it, lifting her herad. She could clearly see the leather cycle-riding gloves and the Polaroid. "I need evidence of your punihment, for the records, Sandra." Then I took one of her face, tears running down her cheeks. I moved behind her and snapped off several more: close-ups of her red ass and her wet open sex, then a more wide focus of her stretched over my desk.

I put the camera down and stroked her ass and sex, but this time, with the leather gloves. Then I spanked her again...each one sounding like it was a whip snap. The redness of her ass increased, seeming to double with each blow. She grunted and gasped, but managed to get the numbers out, "13...14...15". The last was a sobbing cry.

I backed away and said, "you may stand now, sandra, but you may not get dressed again. I want you to tell me what you did wrong & why you were spanked first."

I glanced up and saw the tiny red blinking light of the minicam. I smiled to myself. And this is just round one, pretty Sandra...." I thought.

 

[sandmartin]

Sandra:

I could not believe that he was taking photographs of me; my face, my naked ass and more besides I suspected. His leather clad hand stroked my bare behind, teasing my wet sex before suddenly pounding my naked backside hard three times.
"You may stand now, Sandra, but you may not get dressed again. I want you to tell me what you did wrong & why you were spanked first."

I turned around to face him, my skirt hanging down at the front to protect my modesty, while the back remained pinned up exposing my bright red behind to nothing more than his desk. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye, so fixing my gaze on the floor between us…
“Because I brought wine into school sir, and I asked you not to tell my parents or expel me, but to punish me another way sir…”

 

[Vikingboy]

"You may stand now, Sandra, but you may not get dressed again. I want you to tell me what you did wrong & why you were spanked first."

She gazed at the floor, afraid to meet my eyes. “Because I brought wine into school sir, and I asked you not to tell my parents or expel me, but to punish me another way sir…”

"That is close, but this was for being in the shower area for a reason other than showering. We will deal with the other two infractions during the next two sessions."

I walked back behind my desk and saw her red ass before me. Without thinking, I stroked it again and said, "turn around." I brought up her class schedule on my desktop and saw she had her History class next.

"Hrmmmm, your next free time is tomorrow at 8 AM. You will report here for round two. For now, you are to report to your History class and give your teacher this note. It will excuse you from being late, but NOT from sitting."

I wrote a note, "Mrs. Edmunds, Sandra was in my office for disciplinary reasons. Please allow her to enter your class late. C.Creed."

"By the way, Sandra, you will not speak of this to anyone. And you will be here at 8 AM sharp! Tardiness will result in more punishment. Do you understand?"

I rose and walked behind her. I undid her skirt from her waistband and let it drop. Before she turned to go, I stroked her hot red ass one last time and whispered in her ear, "If you're good tomorrow as you were today, we'll deal with the wetness of your pussy, too, little girl. Now, go!" And I swatted her one more time, sending her out the door. I picked her panties off the floor and tucked them in my desk drawer.

After she had left, I brought up the video feed on my desktop and settled in to review day one....

 

[sandmartin]

Sandra:

"That is close, but this was for being in the shower block for a reason other than showering. We will deal with the other two infractions during the next two sessions."
I could have screamed at the injustice of his so called justice. I watched in silence as he stepped around behind me, a shuddered passed through me as I felt his hand caress my raw behind, but I endured his touch, not daring to move.

He gave me a note for Mrs Edmunds excusing my lateness in attending her history class. "By the way, Sandra, you will not speak of this to anyone. And you will be here at 8 AM sharp! Tardiness will result in more punishment. Do you understand?"
“Yes sir.” I wanted to add… I bet you really don’t want me telling anyone about how you stroked my bare ass and ran your finger inside my pussy.

He walked round his desk and removed my skirt hem from the waistband of my skirt. Before he let it drop back into place, his hand played across my naked buttocks once more as he whispered in my ear…
"If you're good tomorrow as you were today, we'll deal with the wetness of your pussy, too, little girl. Now, go!"

I was shocked by his comment and as I hastened out of his office, I forgot to retrieve my panties.

*** *** *** *** *** *** ***

I spent the rest of the day wondering about what Creepy was going to do to my pussy tomorrow. I had mixed feelings of apprehension and intrigue about what tomorrow’s punishment. My two friends wanted to know what had happened, but I said nothing about what really took place.

The following morning I headed down to Creep’s office and knocked nervously on his door…

 

[Vikingboy]

I'd gotten up quite early that morning, leaving a drowsy Lisa in my bed. Of course, she couldn't get out without the keys to the cuffs I'd used the night before. But, she'd been there before and knew she could get to the spares, if she worked hard enough.

After showering, shaving, breakfasting, and dressing in my best all black suit, shirt, and tie, I packed up my "toy bag" and headed for my office. I got there before my secretary and let myself in. I wrote a quick note to her, Sandra, 8 AM, 60 minutes, no interruptions!. When she came in, she rang the intercom to confirm and said softly, "She's was a very naughty girl...will you need me afterwards?"

"Perhaps...we'll see how far we get today."

Then I set up the camera and taping system, checked all my "toys" and sat back to wait.

***** ***** *****

At 8 sharp, a knock came on my office door. "Enter," I growled.

"Sandra, come in." She was dressed in a peasant blouse and long skirt, very modestly. "How are you this morning? Would you like some coffee before we begin?"

She looked at the conference and I thought she might pass out. Spread out on the long table were two paddles, several floggers, and assorted clamps and cuffs.

"You are here for the second day. Today, we will deal with your drinking on campus. Now, you know our deal. And we will keep it. By the way, I have a document here you should read if you're thinking of turning the tables on me."

I showed her the "Release from Liability Concerning Disciplinary Actions" that all parents signed before their girls came to Saint Millicent's. It essentially removed any blame from myself & the staff when it came to disciplining students. Her face fell slightly.

"Now then...once again, you choose...paddle or flogger today?" The paddles were both pingpong paddles, one heavieer than the other. There were three floggers...one of light snappy deerhide, the second of a heavier elkhide, the third of moosehide was very heavy and nasty looking. "15 each with the two paddles or 10 each with the three floggers. Afterwards, if you're very good, I have a reward for you. Now, choose, please"

 

[sandmartin]

Sandra:

I noted the amused look on the secretary’s face as I knocked on Creep’s door and waited for him to summon me inside. Did she know something I didn’t?

When I entered his office I couldn’t believe my eyes, I had this sudden urge to use the toilet! I couldn’t take my eyes off the collection of bats and straps arranged neatly before me, not even when he showed me the ‘Disciplinary Release Form’ was I able to easily dismiss the collection on his desk.

"Now then...once again, you choose...paddle or flogger today?"
I pointed to one of the ping-pong bats with little idea as to whether my choice was a good one or something I would seriously regret, and I certainly could not imagine what my reward would be for being good or how I was to obtain my reward…

 

[Vikingboy]

She chose the paddle and I smiled an evil grin. Leave it to her to choose the more painful punishment.

"Very well...today you will strip naked and be laid on the table for your beating. And I will take pictures, too, to prove your punishment was fair and properly done."

I watched her eyes, which had grown wide when she realized that today would be far more severe. She was beginning to regret coming here, I saw, but also to feel the arousal of anticipating the pain. I saw her slight dancing steps and then said, "Do you need to relieve yourself before we begin? If you do, you may use my restroom, but you will leave the door open."

My god, what a hot one she'll be. Melanie will be busy this morning, for sure, one way or another, I mused as Sandra decided what to do. I went to my desk and surreptiously opened the intercom button. "Do I make myself loud & clear?" I asked, letting Melanie know that she could listen and should put on her headphones.

 

[sandmartin]

Sandra:

I must be dreaming, this couldn’t be true! I tried discreetly pinching myself just to see – Ouch! I wasn’t dreaming!

As the full reality of Creepy’s words sank in, so did my panic and I had this overwhelming need to use the toilet.

What! But this was outrageous? First he was telling me to undress myself completely for him, and then he was telling me that if I wanted to use the loo, I would have to leave the door open!

I dare not wet myself, not in front of him, and I would, I just knew it. And if I did goodness knows what he would do to me. Blushing bright red I stepped across to the door he indicated. I left the door open and faced it, pulling up the back of my skirt and cautiously lowered my knickers; all carefully done so as not to give him the slightest glimpse of anything above my knee.

I sat myself down and tried to relax. I noted the split in the vinyl floor covering, where the floor met the door jam and the blob of paint that had gone hard after running down the door frame, missed by the decorator when he did the job. The dead fly lying on its back in the corner and a dirty mark on the sink where the cleaner had forgotten to wash. I saw lots of things as I sat there trying to let go and terrified of the steady splashing it would make as it streamed into the lavatory.

Eventually it ran, starting as a trickle that quickly developed into full flow. I didn’t know where to look, and I could feel myself colouring up. Creep stood across the room, arms folded as though waiting for me, but I knew he was watching me. I took a piece of tissue and carefully wiped myself, again ensuring that nothing was put on show.

The toilet flushed behind me as I stepped back out into his gigantic office, and it did seem enormous now, and that I was tiny in it.
“Come on, hurry up – we don’t have all day. Clothes off and get up on the desk.” He waved the ping-pong bat at his now totally cleared desk.

I didn’t know where to start, so I began with my shoes, slipping each one off in turn before bending down to pull my socks off. I stood up, feeling my cheeks blaze as I slowly worked my trembling fingers down the neat row of buttons on the front of my blouse. My blouse front opened to reveal my full white bra as I pulled my blouse from the waist of my skirt and peeled it off my shoulders. From the corner of my eye, I stole a quick glance across at him standing, watching me in total silence.

I popped the button on my skirt and let it fall to my feet, then stooped down to pick it up. Holding both my blouse and my skirt I looked about for somewhere to put them, anything that would delay my having to undress myself further. He waved to the chair that normally sat in front of his desk.

Nervously I reached up behind me and unclasped my bra, feeling the straps relax and go loose. I slipped it off, using my arm to conceal myself as my left hand hung down from my right shoulder. With my bra safely on the chair, I turned my back towards him and slipped off my briefs. I didn’t dare bend down to retrieve them for fear of what I might show.

Cupping my hand strategically before me at the join of my thighs, and my other arm draped across my boobs, I moved toward his table. Realising I wasn’t going to climb up without exposing myself to him, I decided to make a quick job of it. Keeping my back towards him as much as possible I hurriedly lifted myself onto the table and lay myself flat out across it, face down.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Melanie

Melanie sat at her desk and smiled to herself as she watched the young girl enter Connie’s office. She silently chuckled wondering how far little miss spoiled brat would get before she started crying and pleading, to Melanie for help. Melanie had seen her type before, every semester there was some rich spoiled brat who ended up in Connie’s office for ‘Corporal punishment’. Hell, they deserved it. Most of them were nothing but spoiled little rich girls who were sluts at heart. Connie was a smart man. He could tell which girls were true sluts. They all pretended at first, but in the end they all wanted it. Some even came back after they graduated to get some more ‘Corporal punishment’. SLUTS!

"Do I make myself loud & clear?" Melanie giggled hearing Connie over the intercom. As she placed on the headphone she thought, Oh this would be good. After Sandra last visited Connie had been hard as a pipe. Melanie moaned remembering how he drove his hard cock into her wet pussy. ‘Come on Sandra get Connie hot and bother for me’ Melanie said silently to herself as she moved her hand under her short skirt caressing her already wet pussy through her moistened panties as she listened.

 

[Vikingboy]

C. Creed

I watch Sandra try to maintain her dignity. I nearly laughed out loud as she demurely tried to cover herself before mounting the table. Hell, I'd break her of that before we were done. She'd be begging for more before I finished with her. When she got up on the table, I took each hand and pulled it out and cuffed the wrist. Then I attached a rope to each cuff and tugged them so that she was secured. She started kicking and complaining, so I paddled her ass hard.

"Be still or we'll double it, Sandra!" I hissed. "And that one doesn't count!"

I repeated the procedure on her ankles, pulling her legs apart so that I could see her peach nestled between her legs. I moved close and took a whiff. Something besides the sharp tang of urine for sure. She was already a bit excited.

Sandra protested, but I hushed her by showing her a ball gag I had in my bag of toys. "Now then, let's begin. Remember to count, Sandra, or we start all over again."

The first three shots were rapid and hard. The dimpled surface brought a harsh redness to her ass cheeks and she yelped at the blows. I knew that Melanie would be listening, so as I stroked Sandra's ass, I commented, "Very red and hot...you like this, don't you? Getting wet already?" Let my sweet fucking secretary hear that....

 

[EbonyVenus]

Melanie

Melanie moaned listening to the sound of the ping pong paddle striking the tender flesh of Sandra. The slut deserved the punishment. Sandra’s shouts of pain only aroused Melanie more, making her wished she could watch the young slut being punished. Was she crying yet? Melanie loved when they cried, and pleaded with Connie to stop, all the time wanting more. But what she love seeing the most was the moment they realized that they LIKED the feeling of being punished, that they were nothing more then pain sluts seeking attention.

Melanie whimpered as she glided her hand into her panties. She really should wait for Connie but she just couldn’t, the sounds of Sandra’s cries, and the peddle striking tender flesh aroused Melanie too much. Leisurely her long finger eased in and out of her wet throbbing pussy, slowly fucking herself . Her round hips lifting out of her office chair grinding against her hand. She slid one of her milks chocolate breast from the silk blouse. She knew this was a reason she hadn’t worn a bra today. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. When she heard Connie say

‘Very red and hot...you like this, don't you? Getting wet already?’

Melanie knew Connie was talking to her more then Sandra and pushed her finger deeper into her pussy seeing just how wet she was as she continue to listen.

 

[sandmartin]

Sandra:

Creep took each of my wrists and cuffed them. Threading a rope through my cuffed wrists, he rather unkindly gave them a tug and stretched me out before tying the rope off. The cuffs bit into my wrists, causing me to complain, for which he rewarded me with a sharp slap across my naked buttocks.

With a pounding heart I watched him move down the side of the table to reach the end, where he cuffed each of my ankles. I bit my bottom lip as he spread my ankles wide, knowing full well that he was opening up the join of my thighs completely, that he was deliberately baring my sex to his gaze.

After securing my ankles so my legs were held firmly splayed, he moved along the table… and then I heard him sniffing in a huge lungful of air and I felt my face flush brightly.
“Mr Creed! What are you doing…” He cut me off in mid-sentence by menacingly waving a sort of gag contraption in front of me.

Suddenly he hit my poor unsuspecting bottom three times in quick succession. “One, two, three…” I yelped, feeling the hot spread of heat radiate across my bare bottom. His hand gently played across my blazing behind as he said…
"Very red and hot...you like this, don't you? Getting wet already?"

Liked it? He must be mad! I hated it. Well, the smacking bit at any rate, though I had to admit the stroking part was quite nice…