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-The Headmaster-
"WHAT am I going to do with you, Miss Connolly?"
I sighed heavily as I pushed my chair away from the desk, dropping Sister Catherine's latest write up of Megan Connolly in exasperation. She was one of the most difficult students to deal with at this school. Bright enough, B+'s and A-'s across the board, admired by her peers and truly a sweet girl. The very same one who baked Sister Brigid cookies and brought flowers when her cat died. But, even at 18, she just could not put up with even slightly strict authority figures, as her latest snarky remarks to Sister Catherine, one of our older school instructors, showed. And having met Mr. and Mrs. Connolly, I could see why they sent Megan off to join us every year.
"I could probably charge them double tuition and they'd pay it in a heartbeat," I said aloud, to no one in particular.
I decided to take a walk to clear my head, or maybe find some inspiration as to how to deal with Megan. I walked out into the beautiful Indian summer afternoon, wandering the sprawling campus. Whether by accident or by design, my legs carried me into a small grove in the wooded area at the western edge of the grounds, a beautiful, sleepy, secluded spot I would come to to escape from my office. I doubted most people at St. Ann's even knew about this place, and I was perfectly happy to keep it that way.
When I got close to the grove, I heard an unusual rustling sound. Concerned it might be some kind of animal, I slowed down and crept gently toward the clearing. What I saw made my jaw drop.
-The Pupil-
God, I was so wet. I pawed my left breast as my other hand ran quick, gentle rings on my clit. I needed to get off so badly, yet I was happy to take my time. Not very often I could draw out a masturbation session like this in the dormitory. I'd been to the brink three times now, backing off the precipice each time. Nothing felt quite as good as releasing all that tension after edging myself like this. Sometimes I'd even see how long I could hold out before losing control. My personal best was 15. I shrugged off my blouse and dropped my bra to the ground, giving myself unfettered access to my medium-large, tear drop boobs. I decided to cool myself down some, and stopped rubbing my clit and gave attention to each breast. Four times to the brink of orgasm now, I thought I'd settle in and see if I could break that record. That changed quickly.
"MISS CONNOLLY!"
My eyes flew open as I sat bolt upright, frantically trying to cover my exposed breasts with one arm as I pulled my skirt back down over my groin. Headmaster Duncan stepped into the clearing.
"Just what do you think you're doing??" He asked angrily.
"I-I-I...n-nothing Headmast-"
"Save it. Do you think this is conduct benefitting a St. Ann's lady? I come here to figure out how to deal with your latest back talk and THIS is what I find?
I felt my skin burning hot and tried to stammer out a response.
"Quiet. You know you have to be punished, yes?"
I nodded sheepishly and looked down.
"Stand up, Megan." I looked back up, eyes bulging.
"Stand UP. Don't make me ask again."
I stood up, using my arms to cover my breasts.
"Please," the headmaster said bitingly, "don't feign modesty with me now. What I just saw was anything but modest.
The headmaster's tone was commanding, I wasn't about to argue. I dropped my arms to my sides, averting my eyes.
-The Headmaster-
My eyes drank in her young, lithe body as she stood there trembling slightly. Long, honey blonde hair framed a classically beautiful face, with big blue eyes and the faintest dusting of freckles. She gnawed her big, pouty lower lip and she stared intently into the dirt. Her big, full, pert breasts stood proud on her slim frame. Short, fat, succulent pink nipples capped off each one. Her long torso had a taut, firm belly that led to the low waist of her "regulation" uniform skirt, sitting askew on her hips.
"What were you just doing, Miss Connolly?"
"T-touching myself, Sir."
I nodded. "Sins of the flesh are tempting, at your age. Why were you touching yourself? You're a bad liar Megan, so don't try to pull anything past me."
Her eyes drifted off into memory. "I was with Bobby Riordan, sir."
"And?" I asked sternly.
"We...kissed."
"You're a bad liar Megan, that includes not telling the whole truth."
"He touched my breasts sir." After a beat she added, "Under my bra."
"And what else?"
"He...he wanted to touch me, under my skirt sir. But I stopped him, honest."
"He tried to touch your pussy." The word seemed an electric shock to her. "Let me hear you say it."
"He tried to touch my...pussy."
"Better. It's good to know you have a modicum of self control. Take off your skirt Ms. Connolly."
She froze.
"Take off your skirt Megan, you won't like it if I do it for you."
That hurried her right along. She wiggled her skirt down to the ground and stood in her simple pink lace cheeky style shorts. They were noticeably darker in front.
"Those too. Be quick about it."
Automatically she reached for her waistband before freezing there, seeming to only realize what she was doing at that moment. I closed in on her and touched her for the first time. Getting right up in front of her, I grabbed the hair at the base of her head and held her face close to mine.
"Listen to me. This is how this goes, I tell you to do something, and you do it. You do it quickly, and with a smile on your face. Do you understand?"
-The Pupil-
I nodded quickly as I looked into Headmaster Duncan's smoky eyes. He released my hair and stepped away.
"Now," he said crisply. "Let's try this again. Take off your panties."
This time I followed obediently, lowering my panties to the ground, trying my best to keep my knees tight together as I stepped out of them. When I stood up I felt his eyes snap to the neatly groomed little nest of dark blonde hair on my mound. He circled me slowly, dragging his gaze up and down the length of my body as he spoke, not seeming to mind if I responded or not to his musings.
"Now I've always felt that sins of the flesh should be paid for and purged through the flesh. Don't you agree? It's very important that we control our urges, and not give in to our...more base sides. I'm going to show you what happens to sluts. Should straighten you right out."
I jolted at being called a slut. Headmaster Duncan seemed amused.
"Oooh, not fond of that name are you? Well what would you call it? Letting boys touch those breasts, and enjoying it so much you have to come outside and touch your pussy?"
Again, I took to long to respond, and he stepped quickly around in front of me, grabbed under my chin and forced me to look at him.
"What would you call yourself, Megan?"
"A...a slut, sir."
"Quite right," he said cheerily. "Now as I was saying, of the flesh and through the flesh. You were very aroused, weren't you, my little slut?"
"I am - was, sir." I was shocked at the Freudian slip, but more shocked to realize that it was completely true. If I was wet before, I was positively dripping now.
The Headmaster
I smiled a wolf's grin as she confirmed what I suspected. She was loving this, even if she was timid about it. I circled her again and unfastened my belt. She tensed at the sound of the clasp. Seeing this, I gently touched her shoulder and said "Don't worry dear, I understand."
My hand slid down her arm as I quickly fashioned my belt into two loops to hold her wrists. I secured them both tightly behind her back. Gripping her by the neck, I guided her over to the flat rock on the edge of the clearing. It was just below her waist level, and I pushed her roughly on to it, bending her at the waist. My fingertips traced the curve of her back delicately, finally reaching her plump, firm ass. Without giving her an opportunity to realize what was coming, I smacked her ass. Hard.
She yelped and tried to squirm away. Reacting quickly, I made sure she knew how this was going to happen.
"Ah-ah-ah Miss Connolly," I said as I pressed down on her back, keeping her pinned to the rock. "If you want to prove that you're a good girl, you're going to stay there and take this." Noticing a bright pink hand print on her beautiful porcelain skin, I gently rubbed it as I continued. "You will stay put, keep your ass up for me, and you'll thank me for the spanks." I pushed her feet a little further apart as I prepped for the next spank.