School Slut

All characters depicted are eighteen or above.

Welcome to the ninth part of my story. I hope you have enjoyed my sordid little tale so far.

You may recall, after extremely hot sex in the kitchen, Miss Davis had led me into a room specifically designed for punishment.

"You know why we're here, don't you Slut?"

Miss Davis stood before me. She was a perfect example, of cruelty and beauty combined.

"To be punished, Miss."

"Undo your blouse," she ordered.

I did as I was told. She admired my breasts then, surprisingly, kissed them. It was almost an act of tenderness. The calm before the storm.

She put her hand up my skirt, and stroked my thighs. Her nails were gently caressing the gap between my pull ups and my red panties. She was looking me straight in the eye. I licked my lips as she brushed her hand against my wet pussy.

"My, my. Someone is getting excited."

She slid two fingers into me. There was no resistance.

"You cunt is like a swamp."

She then went back to stroking my thigh. She surprised me, once again, by kissing me. It was a real kiss. It was delicious, I closed my eyes. I was in heaven, until her finger nails dug into my inner thigh. I would have yelped, but she held onto me. Our lips remained locked. She did it again, this time a lot harder. I took the pain. The pleasure of her kiss overrode the agony.

Finally, we broke away.

"Oh I'm sorry, Slut. Did I hurt you? Let me kiss it better."

She knelt before me. As I held my skirt up, she slid her tongue up and down the inside of my thigh. Once again, a feeling of bliss swept over me.

After a while, she stood up.

"So. What do you think of my special room?"

"I love it, Miss."

"That's good because if things go well today, you could be making more visits."

"I'll do my best, Miss."

I was stood in the room with my blouse open, my thighs wet from her saliva, and my juice.

She walked over to the cupboard, and took out a wooden paddle.

"This, is Roberta. Roberta has had much use. Roberta is merciless, and totally, unforgiving."

She held the paddle up and stroked it tenderly.

"Look how solid it is. Isn't she beautiful?"

I was getting nervous.

"Yes, Miss."

"Now, when I use her, I always impact the buttocks through whatever clothes, my victim is wearing. For example, should I use her on you, you will keep your panties on, and your skirt down. The pain would be too intense if administered to bare skin. It could even result in the recipient passing out." She almost smiled.

"We don't want that, do we, Slut?"

"No, Miss."

"Of course, during normal hand slapping, skirts must be up, and panties, down."

She continued her instructions.

"On the table, is a sheet of paper. Each time you receive a blow, you will read, one line." She continued. "There are ten lines, therefore, you shall receive ten blows. After the fifth, there will be a short break. I shall then, resume."

She held out her hand, she held out the paddle."

"Choose."

"The hand, Miss."

She put the paddle back in the cupboard. I couldn't imagine anyone actually enjoying that.

"Right. Assume the position."

I pulled down my knickers and held up my skirt. I bent over the table.

"I have a little something to do. I shall be back shortly. Remain in that position."

The large mirror was directly opposite me. I would be viewing the whole spectacle.

I watched her in the mirror as she returned.

"Be ready to read."

She slapped me hard on my left buttock. As before, my back arched. Through gritted teeth, I said,

"I am a filthy whore."

The second was harder.

"I'm a worthless slut."

Miss Davis gritted her teeth, and swung again. Once again, the pain was more intense. I gasped.

"My cunt belongs to you, Miss!"

Whack!

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Whack!

"I am your slave!"

I breathed heavily.

"Lie on the table."

I stood up, turned round, and laid on the table. Miss Davis pulled off my panties.

"Open your legs."

For the first time ever, she licked me. I looked down on the top of her head, as it moved slowly over my pussy. I came. She continued licking me. I came again.

She pulled me up, and kissed me. It was a delicious, cunt flavored kiss.

She broke away and spun me round, roughly pushing my head down. She continued with the beating, while I pronounced my self loathing. The final line was, "I deserve to be pissed on."

She pulled me up by my hair. I didn't have to be asked. I whispered in her ear,

"I deserve to be pissed on."

"Follow," she said.

I watched her glorious arse swing, up the stairs. I followed her into the bathroom.

She was in a hurry. She roughly, pushed me onto the toilet seat. She told me to pull up my skirt. She straddled me, and told me to hold her knickers to one side. She looked down on me and hissed,

"You, belong to me now."

She then proceeded, once again, to drip saliva onto my tongue. At the same time she released a squirt of piss, onto my thighs and pussy. She forced her tongue into my mouth as a steady stream, spilled onto me. She then stood up and emptied herself all over my clothes, and exposed tits.

That was it. I had given myself totally to this woman.

"Take a shower and put your slut clothes in here."

She pointed to a black bin liner. She was obviously prepared!

She left. I showered, dried myself off, and put on a toweling night gown.

I wondered if this was now the time, when we spend the night together.

She was stood outside the bathroom.

"This is my bedroom." She pointed to a door. "And this," she pointed to one further down, "is yours."

I walked towards it. On the outside of the door was a sign which simply read,

"WHORE."

"Goodnight, Slut."

"Goodnight, Miss."