“I most certainly did young lady.” And he wanted to see more of her too; much more of her, but that would have to wait. Michael allowed himself one more second to grin at her then replaced the smile with a sneer and a cold stare. He stood and moved towards Sarah slowly, an angry expression on his face. Sarah couldn’t hold back a giggle; this was going to be good.
“Do you find your predicament amusing, Miss Walton?”
“Of course not, Sir.”
“Good, because I can assure you, you won’t find anything funny when I mete out your punishment. Now, tell me why I have summoned you to my office young lady.” He picked up a ruler he’d set on the TV in preparation for their little game and smacked it repeatedly against one palm as he circled her. She shifted from one foot to the other, nervously thinking of how much that ruler was going to sting when he applied it to her ass. The sound the ruler made when it hit his hand sent shivers up her spine and a flood of moisture between her legs.
“Don’t you know why?” Sarah batted her eyes and put on a teasing smile.
“Of course I’m aware of your misdeeds; I want to hear them from you. I advise you to start taking this situation seriously Miss Walton. You don’t seem worried by the fact that I’m angry with you, and that’s not very wise. Now tell me girl, why have I summoned you here?”
“I um... I cut class to be with a boy.”
“Yes you did, and yes you were. That is a very serious offense Miss Walton, very serious indeed. You were caught pawing at each other shamelessly. Tell me young lady, do you make a habit of this kind of behavior? You do let the boys do whatever they please?”
“Oh no Sir. I wouldn’t... I mean I never...” Sarah played with her braid and looked at Michael with huge innocent eyes. God he looked sexy when he was all stern and foreboding. He was wearing a crisp white shirt tucked into form fitting black dress pants that showed off his ass to perfection and a tightly knotted tie that gave him an air of sophistication. His fingers were stroking the ruler in a way that made her ache between the legs. She could clearly see his cock straining against the fabric of his tight pants too. He was as turned on right now as she was, and they hadn’t done anything but talk.
“You can stop that ridiculous innocent act right now. We both know better. Tell me Miss Walton, are you still a virgin?”
Sarah wasn’t sure how to respond. Either way could have a very interesting outcome. She decided on playing coy yet innocent. Feigning shock, she stared at him, her mouth a huge round “O”, appalled and stunned by the inappropriate question, but the fire and amusement in her eyes gave her true feelings away. Let’s see what the mean old headmaster would do to the naughty virgin.
“Yes Sir, I’m a virgin. I’ve never let the boys do... that. Just some other... stuff.” This last was said in a whisper as she lowered her eyes. Sarah brought a finger up to her mouth and nibbled on the tip, her little pink tongue darting out to swirl around it as she looked at him through lowered lashes.
“I’ve suspected as much. You’ve done dirty things, Miss Walton, and it’s my job to make you see the error of your ways. I’ve seen you parading around campus with your breasts bouncing and your little ass swaying as you walk, advertising your wares with your short skirts and tight blouses.”
Sarah decided to play her role to the hilt. “Y...you’ve been watching me Sir? Do you like what you see?” She boldly looked him in the eye, thrust her breasts forward, and cocked her head to the side. Sarah couldn’t help herself; she knew her actions would infuriate Michael. He was supposed to be the one in charge here but if she was going to be punished she might as well make it good.
Michael, never being one to disappoint her, reacted immediately. He reached for her, snaked an arm around her hips, and roughly shoved her forward until she was touching her toes. He pressed himself against her ass, nudging his hard cock between her bum cheeks, and hissed in her ear as he yanked backward on her ponytails.
“You would be wise to shut your mouth right now Sarah. That little show of impertinence will cost you dearly. Perhaps the boys you tease haven’t had the nerve to take all you’ve been offering but I am not a boy. I promise you won’t be leaving this office a virgin. You will be well fucked by the time I’m through with you. You’re a tease young lady, and I am going to teach you what happens to girls who act like strumpets and flaunt themselves in front of men. You need to be taught a lesson Miss Walton, a hard painful lesson that will include beating your sweet little ass until it’s on fire, and then fucking you until you can’t walk for a week. Men have needs, and you’re going to service all of mine. Now spread your legs and hold onto your ankles.”
Sarah struggled in his hold but Michael simply moved his free hand under her and pinched her nipple painfully until she stilled. “Stop it, you beast! You can’t do that to me! You can spank me but you can’t put your hands on me! Stop it!”
“Oh but I can Sarah. I can do anything I want. Your guardian signed the discipline waiver before you were admitted to school here. It states I have the authority to do anything I see fit in order to instill proper behavior. You have committed a serious offense Miss Walton. I’m simply doing what’s necessary. This school promised to turn you into an educated and respectable young lady. Good girls don’t sneak off to be alone with boys. You’ve been behaving like a shameless trollop and I must change your ways. The lessons I choose to teach you and the punishment I decide to dole out are entirely up to me. Now shut that sassy mouth, get those hands back around your ankles and spread your legs. I see one of my lessons will be teaching you the proper use for your mouth.”
Sarah did as she was told, bending deeply and spreading her legs wide. Desire shot through every nerve in her body, and her arousal soaked her panties at his harsh words. God he was wicked, and dominant, and oh so sexy, and oh God she needed him to fuck her. He was playing the part of the cruel headmaster to the hilt.
Michael took the ruler and used it to slowly lift the hem of her skirt over ass. He tucked it into the elastic waistband of her panties then ran the ruler up and down each inner thigh as his hand stroked her cotton covered ass.
“Such a sexy little bum you have Miss Walton, just made for a man’s pleasure. I’ll have to fuck you there too after your cheeks are scarlet and on fire. So hot and tight you’ll be squeezing my cock like a vice. It will be such tight fit. Hard to slip in at first, but I’ll do it. There will be some pain, but I’ll make you open up for me. I’ll make you take me deep while you wiggle and squirm. I’ll stretch your little rosebud with my thick cock until I’m buried to the hilt. Then I’m going to spank your quivering ass cheeks and ride you hard Miss Walton. Going to teach you some respect.
“Did you ever have a cock in your ass, little girl? I’m going to fuck your naughty bottom hole and it’s going to hurt until you’ve learned your lesson. There will be no pleasure to take away the pain and discomfort, until I’m sure you’re sorry. You will whimper and cry until you’ve paid for your naughty ways. Then, if you’re a good girl and truly sorry, I’ll go nice and easy: deep strokes in your bum, while I rub your swollen pussy. I'll make you cum so hard you’ll see stars.” Michael stroked her ass repeatedly and tapped the ruler against her needy clit as he whispered his nasty words in her ear.
“Oh God.”
“Silence you little harlot.” Michael swiftly brought the ruler down right where her cheeks met her thighs. The sting of the blow shocked her and she rose up on her toes. Michael quickly put a restraining hand on the small of her back. “You are not to move Miss Walton. First off you will be punished for skipping school. Twenty strokes of the ruler. You are to count each one as it is given. I advise you not to lose count. Do you understand Sarah?”
“Yes Sir.” Michael slowly ran a hand over her cotton covered ass cheeks then slid a finger between her lips. Feeling how wet she was, he smiled and pushed up against the cotton barrier with his finger tip, teasing Sarah, giving her no satisfaction. It took everything in her power not to shift her hips so his fing
ers would stroke her clit. She knew he would wallop the hell out of her if she moved now.
“You’re wet young lady. So very wet and hot. Just dying to have me bury my cock between those luscious thighs aren’t you? I can’t wait to fuck you. Going to be the first man inside you, pretty one. Going to take your cherry and pound you hard. Throw you on my desk and spread those beautiful legs of yours. Going to slide my hard cock deep inside where no one’s ever been; you’ll be mine sweet girl, only mine.”
Sarah bit her lip and grit her teeth, trying not to move. His whispered words were making her melt. Such nasty things he said to her. She needed him to touch her and she needed it right now. His finger made one teasing stroke over her swollen clit and it was Sarah’s undoing. She thrust forward into his hand, dying for him to touch her again.
“Oh God, please Sir.”
“You are a very naughty girl Miss Walton.” Michael brought the ruler up between her legs and sharply rapped her drenched pussy. Sarah cried out in pain and pleasure. One more stroke like that and she’d come for sure. Unfortunately Michael was well aware of that fact and he refused to touch her again. “I’m ready to begin. Now remember, no moving or we start the count over.”
Michael brought the ruler down right across the center of her bottom and Sarah let out a shriek at the stripe of fire it left in its wake. “Oh God, one.” He brought it down again, lower, spreading the fire, “two”. The third hit her low and grazed her swollen cunt; it brought a mixture of pain and desire shooting through her entire body. “Three” Michael rained ten more swift blows over her ass, covering it with red welts that could clearly be seen through the white cotton panties.
Sarah was breathing hard, and her knuckles were white where her hands gripped her ankles. Michael paused, stroking her blazing ass, waiting to see if she’d use the safe word but Sarah remained silent expect for some sniffling after counting the thirteenth stroke. He could smell her desire, and her ass looked incredibly erotic covered by the simple white panties. The combination of sight and scent was driving him crazy. His cock was hard as marble. He quickly delivered the last seven blows then slowly peeled her panties over her blazing cheeks.
“A pure work of art if I do say so myself. What a glorious ass you have, love. Right now it’s a pretty mix of cream and roses.” He bent down and ran his tongue over the welts then blew on them to cool the sting. Sarah hissed and rocked her hips slightly. God she was hot. Michael took a finger and ran it up the insides of her thighs, collecting the juice of her arousal, then moved up to briefly slide a finger inside her. Sarah clenched her muscles, dying for stimulation.
“You’re incredibly tight Miss Walton. Virgin tight, and ready to be taken.” He stroked her inner walls once, then twice, then pulled out, leaving Sarah quivering with need.
“Ahhgggggg...”
“So wet. So very wet. Such a needy little pussy. All this time you’ve been such a tease, and what you’ve needed was for a man to fuck you good and proper. Taste how much you want me naughty girl. Tell me you want me to violate you. Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and nasty down on your knees.” Michael ran his slippery finger over her mouth, painting her lips with her juices. Sarah licked them and groaned. “Tell me you want me to take your virginity.”
“Yes, yes Sir.”
“Yes what Miss Walton?”
“Please f...fuck me.”
“All in good time Miss Walton. Your punishment is far from over.” Michael stood her up, placed her hands on her head, tucked the hem of her skirt in its waistband so her rosy bottom was on display, and then stroked her nipples for a moment until Sarah moaned. He cupped her breasts, leaning forward to kiss each nipple and suckle it through the cotton blouse.
“God Michael, I need you.”
“You... crack... are to call ... crack... me Sir ...crack... Miss Walton, and you will be fucked good and proper when I see fit. Now shut that mouth.” Michael brought the ruler across both thighs just above her knees one more time, and Sarah whimpered then moaned. The pain was sharp but exquisite; any touch at this point sent shock waves
straight to her core. Her entire backside was on fire. He stood back and circled her, rubbing his cock through his pants. She was a sight to behold.
Her bottom and thighs were crisscrossed with pink welts against the creamy skin of her ass and tanned legs. Her panties were bunched mid-thigh, and her blouse strained against her heaving breasts. Her nipples were so hard they looked as if they were about to tear through the material, and her eyes were absolutely wild with passion. Michael wanted nothing more than to throw her to the floor and fuck her sideways, but he resisted. The best things in life took time, and this was going to be oh so good.
“Go to the corner. Hands on your head, nose to the wall. You saw fit to make me wait when I summoned you to my office, now you shall wait for the rest of your punishment. You are to stand there without moving. I’m going downstairs to get something, but I warn you Miss Walton, don’t move and don’t you dare put your naughty hands on your cunt.”
Sarah shuffled to the corner feeling very much like a naughty little girl. A very horny naughty girl, and she was loving every minute of it. God he was an evil man; evil, and sexy, and hot. She heard Michael move away from her and then heard his quiet footfalls on the stairs. After that there was nothing but silence. Time passed slowly as Sarah wondered where the hell he was, and what he was doing. Her bottom burned and itched. She was dying to rub it. She was also dying to rub her swollen clit. Just a few strokes and she’d be over the edge. She was so damn close.
The more she thought about it the worse the ache between her legs became. Every nerve in her body was centered at the pulsing point in her wet pussy. Sarah shifted her legs slightly but it wasn’t enough to find relief. “Michael will kill me if I touch myself so I have to just stop thinking about it. Where the hell is he? God you’ve gone nuts Sarah, standing in the corner, panties at your knees, ass well spanked, juices dripping down your thighs, and talking to yourself. Where the hell is Michael?”
Sarah shifted again. God she just had to touch herself. Just one stroke. Surely she’d hear him if he started up the stairs. Taking a deep breath then holding it, listening for any sound, Sarah slowly brought her hand downward. She silently shifted her feet apart and softly rubbed her belly before sliding her hand down between her pussy lips. When her fingers found her swollen clit she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. One stroke, two, three, almost there, oh God...”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MISS WALTON?”
Sarah squeaked in shock as her hand flew back to its place on top of her head. Michael was right behind her. He must have been in the room watching her the whole time. Damn him and his silent cunning. She’d never heard him come back up the stairs.
“I asked you a question Sarah. What were you doing?”
“I was ... I’m sorry.”
“Not good enough. Turn around and tell me what you were doing.” Sarah turned slowly. This time her look of embarrassment as she bit her lip and looked at Michael from behind lowered lashes was real. Sarah could feel a hot blush staining her cheeks, and cursed herself for it. For a moment she looked up, eyes blazing with anger over her predicament. Michael smiled briefly as well; he knew it was hard for Sarah to override her pride. They held each other’s gaze silently, waiting for Sarah to make her choice, then she slid back into her role and shifted her feet nervously.
“I was t... t.. touching myself Sir.”
“Where, Miss Walton?”
“I was rubbing my pussy, Sir.”
“And did it feel good Miss Walton?”
Sarah’s voice dropped to a hushed whisper, “Oh yes, Sir. It felt very good. I need to cum Sir, please.”
“Have you ever made yourself cum before Miss Walton? Do you play with your little cunny in the dark under the sheets?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Well there will be no cumming for such a nasty girl until you learn your lesson. I’m glad it felt good and
I hope it was worth the whipping you’re going to get for disobeying my orders.” Michael moved closer and slowly stroked her face, pausing to play with one of her braids. “Unbutton your blouse Sarah.”
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