“What am I going to do with this schoolgirl strumpet?” He wondered aloud, looking at her but only talking about her, as if she were merely an object He owned.
“Give her some candy, and let her do whatever she wants,” she replied tartly, really starting to get into the role.”
“Stand up,” He ordered, waving a hand to indicate she was to rise.
She flounced to her feet, and stood with brash attitude before Him, hands held demurely behind her back, eyelashes fluttering in false innocence. She was playing her part to the hilt, and enjoying every minute of it. She wondered if He was enjoying it as well, but He must have been, since it had all been His idea.
“Now, button up that shirt, young lady. Make yourself decent.” His orders came in a cool and collected tone; He was a man used to being in charge.
“No,” she said, sticking out her tongue again. “I like the way I look, and I shouldn’t have to do anything to change my appearance.”
“You’ll button up the shirt, or you’ll lose it,” He said, threatening her without putting any menace behind His voice. The real menace lay in how well she knew Him.
“Will not,” she shot back. “You’re just a mean old principal. You can’t touch my shirt, or I’ll tell.”
He didn’t say anything further, or even change His demeanor. He simply reached out and grabbed her shirt in both hands, brushing hard against her breasts, causing her heart to flutter in anticipation. Still, she was a naughty little girl, and had to act like one, so she did her best to struggle, wiggling around and grabbing His hands, trying to get them off her blouse.
“Now don’t struggle, or I’ll rip the damn thing off,” He warned her, which caused her to stop and go still right away. She knew He’d do it in a heartbeat, and she didn’t want to lose her blouse. Yeah, it would be hot as hell, but in the end her blouse would be completely ruined. She just stood there patiently, waiting as He undid the few buttons still holding her blouse closed. Rolling it into a ball, He tossed it into a corner of the dungeon.
“You fucking slut,” He said in even tones, with no emphasis, “you aren’t even wearing a bra. You’re certainly not fit to be in school, so I’m glad I brought you back to the office. You need to be punished anyway.”
“What are you going to give me, detention?”
“No, I was thinking along the lines of something more in the way of corporal punishment.”
The way He continued to keep His cool, to tell her He was going to do terrible things to her in such an offhand manner, was really beginning to get to her. This was her Dom, the man she had given herself to, and He was about to do some terrifying, painful things to her. Yet she thrilled at the thought, her pussy getting wet in anticipation of the punishment to come. Her knees were going weak, and it was all she could do to stand.
“What are you going to do, spank me a little bit?” she said, pretending to be bored.
“For starters,” He said, pointing at the dungeon behind her.
She hadn’t had the opportunity to observe the changes He had made to the dungeon while she was being thrown down inside it. He had removed all of the furniture and replaced it with a huge spanking bench in the middle of the room. It was black and padded over every surface, to make sure it would be comfortable for whoever might be bound to it. The middle was wide, able to easily accommodate her lying on her stomach on it. At the head and the foot of the bench were two matching rests, one on each side. This is where her arms and legs would rest. She noticed His regular cuffs attached to the two mini platforms at the foot of the bench, but a pair of bondage mittens were attached to the to platforms on the other end. These were gloves without fingers, simple leather openings into which her hands would go, then be cuffed at the wrist, so she wouldn’t be able to use her fingers.
She stared at the mittens, unsure of why He would want to restrict her hands in such a fashion, but it didn’t take her long to understand. Attached to the supports of the bench were several eye hooks. Running through these, and held together by intervening chains, were sets of clover clamps. He was going to bind her to the bench, then use the clover clamps to hold her painfully to it! This terrified her even as it excited her to even greater levels of sexual arousal.
Knowing how much He was enjoying this, she was determined to keep up her end of the scene, but her resistance and misbehavior had apparently come to an end. As she attempted to turn and address Him once more, she was propelled forward, in the direction of the bench. Before she could recover her balance, He forced her onto the bench, with her laying face down and straddling it with her legs. He grabbed her hips roughly and began to move her backwards. She apparently wasn’t in the proper position, and rather than tell her what He wanted, He simply put her there. By the time she was allowed to settle, her pussy was laying right on the back edge of the bench, making the leather slick with her juices.
Not giving her a moment’s rest, He stuffed first her left hand and then her right into the bondage mittens, securing the buckles and locking her hands away. Then He was at her ankles, and in a matter of moments they too were firmly locked to the spanking bench. He wasn’t content with simply fixing her in place in bondage, with her ass stuck in the air and her pussy completely exposed. No, her torment was to begin now. He pinched one clover clamp onto her left nipple, causing her to cry out in pain. The chain connected to the clamp ran under the front of the bench, through the eye hooks, and attached to another clover clamp, which was placed on her right nipple. Again, she cried out from the cruelty of the torture. Yes, she liked it, but it still hurt.
He noted her reactions to the clover clamps, and the predicament they presented. “Not so defiant now, are we?” He asked.
She was about to reply with meek compliance, but something in her kept true to her naughty schoolgirl role. “I’m just enjoying the feeling of these clamps, Sir. I’m kind of disappointed this is all you’re going to do.” The truth was that the clamps hurt quite a bit, and if she started to struggle at all, they would really dig in, and she wouldn’t be able to hold back her cries.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” He said, and something in His voice triggered warning bells in her head. “In fact, it’s funny you mentioned wanting more, because I was just about to put these on.” He held up a second pair of clover clamps in front of her nose, dangling them before her in a teasing manner. “You see, I have another pair of eye hooks on the back.” He kept talking while He moved behind her, and she could hear the sound of metal on metal, of the chain dragging through the eye hooks. “So you also have this to contend with.”
She had no idea what was coming. Even if she had, she would have had no way of biting back the raw screams that tore from her throat. She kept them up for a while, her body shuddering as her throat gave voice to her agony. He had clamped her pussy lips to the bench! Fire was pulsing through her most tender parts, and it had nothing to do with pleasure. This was pain such as He had never dealt to her, pain she was unsure she would be able to endure. Again and again she felt her body shudder with the pain. Her torment was complete, and He hadn’t even begun to punish her; this was merely the bondage prefacing the punishment.
But as He stood back and watched, she began to realize she wasn’t shuddering with pain any more. She was instead racked with orgasms, the pain transforming into delicious levels of pleasure. Oh, as soon as she began squirming, she knew the pain would become terrible once more. Just for that moment in time, though, it had transcended the punishment and lifted her to heights of ecstasy.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “You’ll pay for that, little girl,” He promised her. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you got off on that.”
Her heart skipped a beat at His threat, knowing how perfectly He would follow up on it. Still, she was gripped in the middle of a magnificent scene, and even though she wasn’t fully conscious of how it was all coming togeth
er, her primal self was satisfied. She was with her Dom, He was enjoying Himself, and so was she.
“Now, what’s the best implement to punish a naughty schoolgirl with?” He wondered aloud. She could feel her miniskirt being raised and folded back onto her hips, leaving her ass completely open for whatever He might do to it. He walked slowly around to the front of the bench, took her chin in His hand, and forced her to look at Him. “Any suggestions?”
“No Sir,” she replied, meekness overcoming any thought of further resistance.
“So now it’s ‘no Sir’?” He mocked gently, laughter at the corners of His mouth. “So much for the naughty schoolgirl. Your compliance comes far too late, however, to save you from this punishment. Let’s see what we have to beat you with.”
At that He walked casually over to the wall, which held dozens of different implements of torture hanging from hooks, all of them dedicated to some sort of impact play. He had whips, floggers, paddles, slappers, and everything in between. She had experienced some of them before, and had favorites amongst them, as well as toys she had no desire to ever see Him wield again.
“Naughty schoolgirls must of course be paddled,” He informed her as He took down a small implement made of dark wood. She hadn’t experienced it before, so had no frame of reference for how awful it might be. “And I think it would be fun to beat you with a hair brush too.” He took down the brush, and she shuddered in her bonds. Being hit with it wasn’t so bad; it was when He used the tough bristles on the opposite side that she truly cringed.
“Yes, these should do for starters,” He told Himself, walking back over to the bench with His toys. “Hold these for me,” He said, setting them on her back. Standing in front of Her, He removed His suit jacket, hanging it on a hook in the wall. His tie followed, stuffed in a jacket pocket. As He began stalking around behind her, she could see Him rolling up His sleeves. Not a good sign.
His hand connected with her ass. It wasn’t a stinging blow, and He was at least going to warm her up before He really began beating the hell out of her. He hit her again, sharper this time. “Do you want to defy me any more?”
“No Sir,” she said, wincing as the spanking continued.
Granted, He had started out with a slow, gentle spanking, but He was starting to ratchet it up. His hands were all over her ass, on one cheek first, then on another, usually striking opposite of where she thought they would strike, the uncertainty making her want to squirm. Then He really connected with one slap, causing her to jump slightly from the sting of it. She regretted her reaction instantly. It felt like jolts of lightning had hit her pussy lips, so much did they hurt, and the clamps tore unmercifully at her nipples. She screamed aloud, brought nearly to tears already, then lowered her head into the bench to try and take it.
“If you’d just lie still, you wouldn’t do that to yourself,” He told her, continuing the spanking.
Her ass was completely on fire by now as He was using His open palms to beat her almost continuously, putting real strength behind the blows. She tried her best to remain still and take the beating, but every once in a while she started to wiggle around involuntarily, which sent pain streaking through her pussy and her nipples. She shouldn’t have been surprised at how her body reacted to pain like this, after having played multiple times, but she was still shocked to find out how horny she was. Her Dom noticed it too.
“Well well, you’re actually enjoying this spanking, aren’t you?” He wanted to know. “You’re as wet as a puddle, little girl. Since you like this so much, I guess it’s time to move on to something else.”
Her opinion on the hair brush changed rapidly. She hadn’t been so thoroughly spanked the last time He had beaten her with the brush. This time, though...this time it was sheer agony. As He laid into her with the brush, she could feel it strike at the individual welts already raised by His hand, and she cringed. This jerked at the clamps on her pussy lips, causing her to gasp, and she endeavored to hold still. He didn’t take His time preparing her; that was what the hand spanking was for. He simply began to hit her, over and over again, all over her ass. She was sure she must be bleeding by now, but He held safety above everything in a scene, so she couldn’t be. Soon, however, all rational thought fled her mind, as she was driven wild by the pain, the tugging at her nipples and lips, the agony it caused, and the beating being dished out on her ass.
He finally stopped beating her, leaving the chastened schoolgirl a sobbing, sloppy mess. Her mascara had run all down her face and stained her cheeks, and it mingled with the splotches of blurred red lipstick. She had to be an absolute wreck by now.
“Oh, is the little schoolgirl crying?” He asked, voice laced with mockery. “Too fucking bad. The little schoolgirl brought this on herself, didn’t she?” When she failed to respond, He grasped her hair and forced her head to nod up and down. “I’ve decided this paddle isn’t big enough to do the job. I’m going to need another one.”
The paddle He took down from the wall was about three feet long, and at least a foot wide. When she saw Him grab it, she cried out in terror, knowing beyond doubt she would not be able to handle it. He didn’t respond, nor did He give any indicators He had even heard her outburst. Instead, He walked back beside her and laid the paddle across her ass, resting it there.
“I’m going to give you ten strokes,” He said, “and you’re going to keep count for me. If you lose track, I’m going to start all over again. Is that clear?”
“Y-yes Sir,” she replied, fear causing her to stammer. Oh great, merciful Christ, how was she going to get through this?
Crack! “One,” she said, her voice wavering. Crack! “Two.” She was weeping openly now. Crack! “Three!” she yelled shrilly, the clamps biting down on her pussy lips as she was pushed forward by the blow. Crack! “Four!” she screamed, weeping harder. The clamps had pulled all the way off her nipples as she had been raised up by the latest blow. Crack! “Five.” She tried to settle back down on the bench, hoping the paddle was making her ass go numb. Crack crack crack! “Six, seven, eight!” she screamed, writhing and pulling at her bonds, not caring about the pain in her pussy lips, so awful were the three quick strikes. CRACK! “NINE!” she howled, and kept crying, over and over again. It seemed as if He had put every bit of His strength behind this latest blow, and it was almost more than she could bear. She was so far lost in the fog of pain she didn’t even realize it was almost over, before He told her.
“One more, you little schoolgirl slut,” He said. “One more, harder than all the others combined, and then I’ll show you how to use a little slut like you.”
Harder than all the others? No way! She’d never be able to endure that! Yet she must. She clung to the spanking bench with all of her energy, willing it to be over, waiting for the final blow to descend. She could feel Him taking a huge windup, and she flinched, expecting the blow to land immediately. Instead He laid the paddle over ass again, and took another windup, only to give another false start. He finally took a huge windup, and she could hear the wind as the paddle cut through the air...and then it barely struck her, causing pain still, yet very little compared to what she had just endured. He had played a mind game with her, making her think He was going to destroy her ass, while only barely hitting it. And the beating was over! The thought made her weep with joy.
She heard Him doing something behind her, and thought she could hear something ripping, but she couldn’t tell what.
“Now, as promised, I’ll make you into a true slut,” He said. She felt Him ram His cock into her pussy from behind, brushing past the clamps and causing them to flare up in pain all over again. As He fucked her hard, without regard to the pain in her lips, His hands dug deep into her ass to pull her back into Him, lighting her ass up with even more pain as his fingernails dug in. He continued to pile drive her, banging her against the bench, her pussy lips screaming, her ass a wasteland of agony, and she
began to fall, fall, fall down, deep into subspace, unable to ask His permission, losing herself to the orgasms...
She awoke on the mat, between the spanking bench and the door. She didn’t remember Him taking her out of her bonds and off the bench, nor did she remember Him walking her to the mat. He was down on the mat with her, though, hugging her to Him, soothing her with His voice. She was nestled down in a blanket. She saw the water on the floor nearby. Yes, her Dom had bound her cruelly to the spanking bench. The rawness of her nipples and her pussy lips would stay with her for some time. And the pain He had dished out onto her ass was unbelievable, and it throbbed even how. Yet He was there, loving her, nurturing her, and she just closed her eyes, smiled, and leaned into His embrace.
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