It was an unusually feverish week for Janice Slatter. The nubile young schoolteacher was distracted during classes. She spent much of her spare time working out. Every night she would collapse into bed no earlier than 1:00 or 2:00 am and bring herself off, dreaming about her punishments from the Dean and Mr. Channing, finally falling asleep from exhaustion.
By Friday, another blazingly hot day, she was so distraught her students wondered if she was ill. She had taken pains to get a manicure and pedicure and to dress carefully. At 4:30, she knocked on the Dean's door. He'd been careful to open the window only partway, so it was even hotter than during their first meeting at the beginning of the week. After a lengthy pause, he said in a stern voice, "Come in."
Gingerly, she inched open the door. The Dean raised his arm, pointing to the wall clock, which read 4:40. Surprised, she glanced at her watch to see it was ten minutes slow. "I'm sorry for being late, Dean," she said as she walked to his desk. Despite the heat, a shiver ran through her as she noted a two and a half foot willow switch, a riding crop and a tawse lying along the front edge of the desk, just inches from her groin. She immediately grew excited. He noted the short dark bolero jacket over a sheer white blouse and glanced at the full, pleated dark skirt over gray stockings.
"Make us a couple of drinks on the rocks, Miss Slatter," he said, pointing to the sideboard. "Doubles."
"Thank you sir," she said, walking to the bar.
She prepared the cocktails and walked back to his desk, handed him his drink and he raised his hand to toast. "To knowledge followed by experience." Janice nodded and drank.
"Mmm," she said, "that's refreshing." Her eyes kept darting to the instruments of punishment.
"Yes, it's excellent vodka." She took another swallow of her smooth vodka, set down the glass, unbuttoned the jacket, stripped it off and spread her legs, arms clasped behind her back. Her white blouse was again quite sheer, this time revealing a charcoal gray bra. She looked more stacked than he remembered, about a 35B. And it was obvious that she wore a ¼ cup bra, judging from the large areola and swelling thick nipples, both as dark as the bra itself.
"Well done, Miss Slatter. Have another drink." Gratefully, she swallowed a large gulp. "Have you been beaten with these devices before?"
She shook her head. "No sir, only with a belt and a whip."
"Let's begin. Take off the blouse." She complied, cringing as her heavy tits and arousd nipples were revealed, not in the privacy of her darkened bedroom, but the Dean's office. Inadvertently, he gasped as the perfect, smooth flesh was revealed, with the darkest, thickest and longest nipples he'd ever seen. He imagined her perfection enhanced by whip marks, clamps and chains.
"You are beautiful. Now raise your skirt to your waist and tuck it in. She pulled up the full skirt revealing the stunning legs, thighs and high-top stockings. Like last week, her panties were tight and sheer, the thick labia bulging against the confining lingerie. "Pull your panties down to your knees." There was an obscene sucking sound as the panties were extracted from her wet slit and lowered to knee height. Freed from confinement, the glistening lips hung prominently, begging – along with the incredible nipples – to be clamped, weighted and permanently stretched. She was carefully, thoroughly shaved smooth except for a token strip only two inches high and less than an inch wide. "Lean over on the desk." She rested her forearms on the dark, polished wood, her ass jutting out.
He opened a desk drawer and removed several objects: two sets of clamps, a ball gag and a camera. "Mr. Channing requested photos of our session," he explained. "Have you worn clamps before?"
She nodded. "Yes sir, but never ones as large and heavy as those."
He picked up the tawse, sat on the desk edge and casually and quickly struck her left breast. The black leather smashed into the flesh. She gasped but remained still, a wide reddened mark appearing on the olive skin. He grasped the tit and squeezed it to soothe the pain. She flinched when he touched the tit but her lips soon parted in pleasure. He stood and slammed the thick leather into one ass cheek and then the other, following the strikes with caresses. "Uhhh!" she'd exclaimed when hit. Then he hit her other tit. "Uhhh!" By now her wide mouth was fully open, her entire body coated with a light film of perspiration.
