Sara Scott was a sixty year old retired headmistress.
She had previously inherited a vast amount of money from her deceased uncle and now she was of pensionable age she wanted to spend more time doing what she liked to do, and that was dominating naughty young men.
She had always liked to tease the boys at her school but it was on her nights out with her friend Monica that she would snare a younger man and bring him unsuspectingly back to her home for a night of fun. She'd recently converted her cellar for just such nights.
She was always discreet and only targeted young men who she thought submissive. Her instincts had proven correct so far although she was getting tired of the chase as she got older.
Sara was tall, slim with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Most people agreed that she was still a very good looking and classy lady.
Sara lived with her best friend Monica Nelson who was a fifty two year old legal secretary. Monica rented a room from Sarah. Monica was childless divorcee with a wicked sense of humour that Sara appreciated.
During the week Sara was becoming bored being on her own when Monica was at work. She had her swimming and yoga classes that kept her figure trim but other than that she felt she needed a hobby.
A few days before the school half term holidays Sara received a letter from a student asking if he could interview her for his GCSE A Level paper on life after retirement.
'Anything to relieve the boredom,' she thought so she wrote back with her telephone number asking him to call her to arrange a meeting.
On Friday afternoon her telephone rang and she answered, 'Hello!'
'Er.. h..hello Miss Scott,' came a stuttered reply. 'It's Tim Wilson here. I..er wrote to you about an interview for my examination project.'
Sara though he had a cute soft voice and that he was refreshingly nervous. Not wishing to prolong his agony she said, 'Ah, yes Tim. Thank you for calling I would be delighted for you to pop along and have a chat.'
They agreed that he would go round to her house at ten o'clock on Monday morning.
Sara decided she was going to dress up for the boy as she was feeling incredibly mischievous. She wondered if she dare lure him into her sex games.
On Monday morning Sara showered, put on some make up and dressed. She wore a tight crisp white silk blouse without a bra as her breasts weren't that big but her hard nipples pushed against the shiny material. This was tucked into a tight black pencil skirt that was held up by a thin leather belt and had underneath a black silk suspender belt holding up silky black nylons with seams running down the back. A pair of shiny black high heels complimented the outfit.
She stood in front of her full length mirror in the bedroom and admired the look. 'Yes definitely Headmistress material,' she thought.
At ten am there was a knock on her front door. Opening it she was more than pleased to see a good looking young man who nervously stood in front of her. 'Tim, good to see you. Please come in,' she said.
Sara thought Tim was very cute. Floppy blonde hair, blue eyes and a pouting mouth that looked even quite effeminate. He was slim and she towered above him in her three inch heels.
She led the way down the hall to the sitting room. Tim was enthralled by the way her hips rocked to and fro and almost groaned aloud as he noticed the seams on her stockings.
Once in the sitting room Sara motioned for him to sit on one of the couches. He was surprised she didn't sit on the one opposite but instead joined him.
'So Tim, what would you like to talk about?'
They chatted about her role in the running of the school and her involvement in many of the extra curricular school activities but when Tim asked Sara what she missed most he wasn't prepared for the answer.
Sara crossed her legs and as her skirt rode higher up her thighs she said, ' the control.'
'Er..w..what kind of control do you mean?' asked Tim.
'Young men need control. In fact they desire control,' said Sara recrossing her legs as her skirt rode higher up her thighs.
'Ho..how do you mean?' he asked.
'How old are you Tim?' Sara asked.
'Just turned eighteen Miss.' he replied.
Sara smiled that he had called her Miss but was surprised at his age as she thought he looked at least two years younger but then realised if he was finalising his GCE A Level examinations he would be about that age.
'Well you see most boys of your age and a few younger ones think that they are above authority.
They have to be put in their place and I found that by controlling them they went on to be better pupils,' said Sara.
'How did you control them?' he asked.
Sara crossed her legs again and paused for effect. She knew that Tim could see the tops of her stockings and one of the suspender clasps.
'I used to punish them, of course. They would be spanked hard on their bare bottoms until they cried. Humiliation was another good tool if I thought it necessary.'
'Humiliation?' asked Tim, staring at her long legs and the tops of her stockings.
'I used to make them strip completely and stand in front of me. Then I'd walk around them telling them what a naughty boy they had been. Often I would run my fingernail down their back or over their buttocks. Maybe on the inside of their thighs which would create the required effect. They would be standing in front of me sporting an erection which I would take in my hand and slowly stroke. Soon they would be begging me for release. I would then put them over my knee and spank them until they cried and they had lost their erection. That created the humiliation Tim.'
Tim snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his name and he realised he'd wrote none of this down.
'Usually though,' she continued, 'if one had been punished that way I would sit him on my knee and comfort him until he stopped crying then I would play with his cock until it was hard and jerk him to completion.'
Tim was silent. He couldn't believe what he was hearing but he'd never been so turned on in his life.
Sara noticed the bulge in Tim's trousers. She was having so much amusement at the boy's embarrassment.
Of course, none of it was true. She was having a bit of fun with the young man.
She decided to take things further though.
'Maybe you'd like to experience what they went through?' she asked. Tim went bright red and stammered some sought of negative reply, made his excuses and thanked Miss Scott before leaving.
As he was walking out of the door Sara called him back, 'If you want to experience what it is like to be controlled by me I would be delighted to show you. Just ring me and we'll set things up. Purely for research purposes, of course,' she smiled.
