The Impure Schoolgirl

by Pussy-Willow Penn

  The Impure Schoolgirl

  In which the punishment fits the crime.

  By

  Pussy-Willow Penn

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  The Impure Schoolgirl

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  Adult Reading Material

  Also by Pussy-Willow Penn: “A Cry in Vienna”(the end of a volcanic affair)

  The Impure Schoolgirl

  In which the punishment fits the crime.

  By

  Pussy-Willow Penn

  Suddenly the curtain round her bed was pulled back sharply and a torch light blinded her. Hands roughly pulled back her bedding and a sharp intake of breath by all five of the other dormitory members made her heart sink. Her night-gown was up around her waist, her thighs spread as wide as the bed allowed, a hairbrush with no seeming handle fully visible between them, even though her hands tried to cover her naked pussy tightly. She groaned.

  “So - we catch you red-handed” gloated Annabel, the dorm monitor. Several sniggers erupted from the others.

  “Look at her, girls! Suzy James, the posh slut, abusing herself – as she has clearly done every night since she arrived”.

  Suzy could say nothing. She tried to lower her night-gown, but someone stopped her, someone else pulled her hands away, and yet someone else shone the torch fully on to her sopping pussy and then slowly extracted the smooth rounded hair-brush handle from her inner recesses. It was wet and shiny.

  “Yeuch!” said the youngest girl.

  “Exactly, Minnie! Yeuch!!“ said Annabel. ” Diana - wake Mr. Paul, tell him he has a major punishment to carry out. Jane – you and I will drag Suzy to Mr. Paul’s room exactly as she is. Move it, Diana!”

  Diana scuttled out of the dorm and down the corridor. The others heard her knocking on the Head-Master’s door. Annabel and Jane roughly pulled Suzy out of the bed, putting their hands under her armpits and holding her forearms tightly.

  The remaining girls, Minnie, the youngest and most innocent, and shy, deep Carol, gasped as they registered how hard and pointed Suzy’s nipples were and how clearly they showed through the flimsy material of her unofficial night-gown.

  “Back to bed, the rest of you – and think carefully on the wages of sin. The sin of impurity will always be heavily punished. Very heavily! That is why you are at this College. Bear that in mind”. The girls reluctantly climbed back into their beds.

  A few moments later Suzy and her guards reached Mr. Paul’s room, the door was already open and Mr. Paul stood inside, somewhat dishevelled and weary from his interrupted sleep, but still looking stern enough. Suzy felt her heart sink.

  She was placed before Mr. Paul, who also registered her see-through night-gown and the prominence of her nipples.

  “Suzy James! I’ve been expecting this for quite a while. Caught in the act abusing yourself, I understand?”

  Suzy nodded dumbly, trying to conquer her fear.

  “Wearing an unofficial night-gown, which is forbidden; wearing a night-gown that is see-through and therefore designed to arouse others – that is even worse! And I know for a fact it has aroused others!”

  Diana flinched as though she had been slapped in the face.

  “All in all, you are a bad apple, a bad example to others in your dormitory – and I have no alternative – I must punish you most severely”.

  He looked at the others. “Thank-you Annabel, and all of you, for taking such positive action. You were right to do so. Now go to bed, pray to God for a pure heart and body, and go quickly to sleep. Diana – “, he added warningly, “you especially must take a care for your soul. I think it will be necessary for us to have a detailed talk together tomorrow night. Dismissed!”.

  Diana flushed furiously and left quickly, followed by Annabel and Jane, who looked at each other knowingly as they shut the door.

  ***

  Mr. Paul sat down on his bed. His towelling robe was short and his lean and muscular legs were naked below it. As he sat his thighs were revealed, also naked. Suzy groaned to herself. Her inner lust for Tim Paul was what fuelled so many of her night-time orgasms – and they were a closely guarded secret. She told no-one of what went on in her mind, certainly not of her imaginings concerning Tim Paul – her self-created image of his naked body, the size and length of his male organ – and how it looked when she referred to it in her mind as a kind of member of parliament – his “upstanding male member”. These thoughts made her wet between her legs so quickly that reaching orgasm had become a quick and easy exercise. Before being sent to this exclusive College by her parents and meeting Tim Paul one orgasm had taken as long as the three she could now achieve when accompanied by her lustful thoughts.

  He patted his knee. “Sit down, Suzy! We must talk”. Tense with arousal, she did so. She was aware of his eyes taking in every detail they could see through her night-dress. This hardened her aching nipples even further. And the contact between her vulva and his naked thigh made her so weak, she could barely concentrate on the predicament she was in. Was he really going to punish her? Would it hurt? There was some degree of fear in her tension – but also, as she recognised with some shame, anticipation.

  “I am disappointed in you, you know?” he started.

  “Are you, sir?” she gasped.

  “You are everything that is wrong for this school. You are disobedient, impure, a bad example, shameless – indeed, in a nutshell, a slut!”

  “ No sir”, she cried out. “No, I’m not, believe me!”

  “Then what?” he said, adding “I can feel the wetness between your legs on my thigh right now! My guess is this isn’t the residue from your recent self abuse; I think it’s more to do with you being turned on by the idea of being physically punished for your sins – am I right?”

  ”No, no Sir – really, I’m not that wet, not – “

  “Open your legs!” he commanded. She was appalled, but did as he ordered. He slid his hand up between her thighs and quickly found the entrance to her vagina. She breathed in sharply as if a bolt of electricity had passed through her body, and then groaned deeply.

  “Sodden!” he said. “It’s pouring from you.”.

  “But I can’t help it, Sir – really, it just happens.“

  “No, it doesn’t just happen. It’s lack of will-power. It’s you voluntarily giving way to lewd thoughts. It’s the slut inside you that you make no attempt to control. And as a result you infect others and they fall into sin and bad ways too. But you will change, you will definitely change – or you will leave the school in disgrace!”

  “No, sir, please sir – never that – my father - !”

  “I know – the old story – your reputation with your parents – but how else - ?”

  “I’ll do anything, sir – whatever you feel is best. Anything rather than – than that!”

  “Well, let’s start right away with a tried and tested – and prolonged - programme of punishment b
efore I tell you exactly what you will do. Get up!”

  She did so.

  “Turn round; bend over my knee; reach forwards for this pillow and place your face in it. I do not want to hear any cries of pain, or pleading for me to stop, you understand? Quite apart from waking others, it will only make me more determined to thrash some sense into you.“

  Trembling with fear, tinged with clear arousal, she did as she was told, holding onto the pillow for dear life, and burying her face in it.

  Gently he pulled her nightie up over her buttocks and lowered it down on to her back. He pulled her a bit closer to him, and suddenly she felt his erection against her thigh. Her flesh melted right through her, as he gently caressed her buttocks for a moment.

  “So white and smooth!” he said, almost to himself, “but in an hour or so, they will be so reddened, inflamed, and marked by your punishment! Your rear will burn you as shame should burn your conscience, but in your case I have no doubt it will more likely arouse you. So I tell you now a golden rule of this punishment regime – every time I sense you having an orgasm while here being punished, you will earn another similar programme of punishment in a few days hence. The more abandoned you allow yourself to be, the more I shall take great pleasure in my attempts to subdue you. Do you understand?”

  She groaned helplessly.

  “And more – there is more you need to understand. The more you allow yourself to be aroused by my punishment, the more you will arouse me – and my arousal cannot be simply shrugged off. As a man I have ten times the testosterone level you have – and that means ten times the sex drive, ten times the desire, ten times the need to be released from arousal. You will risk earning for yourself this byproduct of punishment, by necessarily becoming my whore!”

  He raised his hand and brought it down hard in the centre of her buttocks making her whole body jump with the shock. A second smack hit the same spot close to her anus, and again her body writhed, but so far her groans were swallowed by the pillow.

  He caressed her buttocks lightly, running his finger down the centre crease.

  “Warming up nicely! I expect you might be feeling the heat here?” and he delicately reached between the buttocks to caress her anus. It flinched wildly and the spasm ran through her genitals like electricity. His finger moved down to her vagina.

  “Still pouring out! It’s running down your leg even. You really are a lost cause!”

  He raised his hand and slammed it down on her right buttock, then on her left, then again on her right, then he paused.

  Her cries of pain were desperate but she still kept them muffled. Her body thrashed uncontrollably but Mr. Paul gripped her tightly with his spare arm and leg. Through the pain Suzy knew all too well that orgasm was close.

  “One to go – on this first six of the best!” he said. “Let’s see how you take it!”

  His hand slapped her bottom right in the middle again and Suzy’s whole body went into a series of convulsions causing her to cry out again and again into the pillow as the orgasm swept through her – leaving Mr Paul in no doubt as to what had happened.

  He smiled to himself and reached for a pot of body lotion on his bedside table.

  “I thought as much” he said, “and with the sheer amount of punishment still to go, I suspect we’ll see a few more orgasms yet”.

  He placed some ointment in the palm of his left hand, scooped some up in the fingers of his right hand and gently applied it to her flaming buttocks.

  She cried out at the abrupt change of sensation and then slowly slumped back down into a relaxed position as Tim Paul’s fingers glided gently backwards and forwards over the ultra sensitive skin of her bottom. He freely massaged her anus as well and she could feel it dilating with pleasure as sensitive spasms shot from it through her whole pulsating body.

  “That first bout of six was to warm you up and was to punish you for your unofficial and over provocative night-wear. You will change it from now on, do you understand? I will arrange spot inspections and I do not expect to see your body flaunted in front of others so blatantly again, is that clear?”

  “Yes sir”, she gasped as he removed his hand from her genitals and sat back.

  “If I ever do, I shall strip you naked then and there and spank you severely in front of the whole dormitory. I do mean that!”

  She knew he did, and she wasn’t at all sure she wanted that.

  “Get up! And sit back down on my knee”, he commanded. She did so, feeling acutely how uncomfortable sitting was following her beating.

  ***

  He looked at her searchingly – and to her awed excitement, she could detect his longing for her. It was true that an enormous erection lay along her thigh, stretching his underpants material almost to the point of damaging it. But it was more than that. His flushed face, aroused breathing, a look in the eyes – even at sixteen there was no mistaking them.

  “You are a disgrace, Suzy James – a wanton, over-sexed, depraved soul, who is clearly lost even in your teens. Rigorous punishment is what you need, and what you will get. The next six strokes will be with a cane – and they will sting your bottom unbearably. You will beg me to stop. You will offer me anything to desist. But I won’t - and I will take everything anyway. You are already mine, body and soul, and my programme of punishment over the year ahead will attempt to break you of this dependence on sexual gratification, to give you enough self discipline and control to say no. And until you say no, until you deliberately refuse an orgasm, I will treat you as the whore you are”.

  Suzy felt faint with fear and longing. She sensed keenly that this punishment would bring her more and more pleasure intermingled with the pain – so much that she would find it quite unbearable, but still want more.

  “Let us start by showing you what you are dealing with”.

  He undid the bow tying the front of her favorite night-time chemise together. She knew Mr. Paul could see her breasts clearly enough and had already registered her extremely erect nipples. As the chemise fell open, his hand cupped one of her breasts and teased the nipple, causing her to groan involuntarily.

  With his other hand he pulled the chemise completely away from her, leaving her naked and defenceless from his eyes.

  “Are you a virgin?” he suddenly asked.

  “Oh yes, Sir, yes, definitely!”

  “I see!” He threw a cushion on to the ground. “Stand up!” She did as she was told, and he too rose from the bed, untying his robe as he did so.

  “Now kneel down!”

  She knelt on the cushion in front of him.

  “This is your true master, young lady! I want you very slowly and carefully to remove my shorts and examine what you uncover”.

  Trembling violently as she did so, she felt behind him first, placing the palms of her hands at the lower edge of his underwear, then sliding them up on to his naked buttocks. She revelled in the surge of feelings that ran though her.

  She then took her hands out and reached for the upper elasticated edge and inch by inch brought it down to the middle of his buttocks. This forced the erection just an inch away from her face into taut relief as the material tried but failed to pull it downwards. She brought her hands round to the front, took hold of the top elasticated edge on either side of the erection and lifted it gently up and over the immense and tremulous penis.

  Her heart pounded frantically and she could feel a fresh seepage of the juices from her vagina. She knew her fantasy dream was soon to be a reality – that glorious stiff pulsating rod would soon slide into her wetness and make her cry out in ecstasy.

  As she slowly uncovered its full length, the sides of her fingers sliding down its shaft as she did so, and saw the two reddened balls held tightly bunched up below it, she noticed the drop of fluid emerging at its top. She had seen this before and recognized it as yet another sign of his arousal. Before sliding his shorts down his legs, she involuntarily leant forward and placed her lips to the shaft of his penis, causing him to gasp as
she had done earlier. Roughly he grasped the hair at the back of her head and pulled her away, even as she managed to push the top of the penis into her mouth, something she’d dreamed of doing with a man for 2 or 3 years now.

  “Oh no you don’t, young woman! You may look on your master just now, but not touch. You will recognize in time that I have will-power and control. I am in command of my responses, whereas you are not. Now – the next stage of the punishment – the thrashing you are due for abusing yourself. Get up! Kneel on the corner of the bed! Arms forward and hold on to the pillow again! You will control your noise, or as before the punishment will be longer and stronger. Is that understood?”

  Trembling with anticipation, she did as she was told, while Mr. Paul produced a two foot long cane from beside the bed. She groaned with fear. She knew this would hurt.

  “Knees well apart!” he commanded. “Further! I will see everything! You can hide nothing from me and you will suffer the shame of your completely indecent position. You have lost all right to your own privacy now. No secrets!”

  Again his hand caressed the already burning buttocks, deeply reddened all over from the first six strokes.

  “So let me tell you this”, he started, and suiting the action to the word, he delicately touched every thing he named, “I can clearly see your vagina, which is stretched open - and the wetness oozing from it, which so points up your depravity. I can see your engorged clitoris, erect, red with blood, begging for my touch. I can see your urethra, from which you pee several times a day, crouched on a lavatory with your legs splayed like any beast of the field. And of course I can see your anus, the hole you use for crapping and farting and, I have no doubt, as a further source of sexual pleasure. I can see everything!”