Though I must apologize to my wonderful readers who are hungry for more "Orgasm Torture" for not posting any installments lately, I hope that this "early work" of mine will amuse and arouse them. There a hundreds of fantasies that take place in all-female academic settings (and that's just in *my* mind!) but hopefully, you will find this one different enough to make it stand out from the rest.
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The Headmaster.
Ever fantasize that you are a teacher at an exclusive finishing school for young ladies? Maybe your charges have been getting into too much trouble - the headmaster had caught some of them - out after curfew, maybe smoking. The headmaster was forced to deal with them quite harshly - taking them to a room that is shrouded in mystery - even fear - among many students. You'd heard that the headmaster would administer a thoroughly spanking or even paddling to the offenders in that room - but you'd never actually seen anything for yourself - just rumors. Even so, the thought of such a thing intrigued you. That, and you had strange feelings for the headmaster - a quiet, studious, yet somehow irresistible tall, dark man.
At times, you imagined yourself having to answer to him for an infraction worthy of the kind of punishment you'd heard rumors of. The thought of it mad you wet between the thighs, and once or twice, you had to hide your blushing face from the headmaster.
You're surprised as a student interrupts your English class with a message that the headmaster wants to see you immediately.
"oooooohhh!" your class whispers.
You quickly quiet them and put one of your student aids in charge of the class. Straightening your skirt, you quickly head to his office, wanting to make a good impression.
"Ms. Smith" he says meeting you at the door to his office."
"Yes Mr. Banner?" you answer quickly.
"Walk with me, we have an important matter to discuss" You follow him down the long hall as he strides to a part of the school you never visit.
Taking a well-worn key from his pocket, he opens a door at the end of the hall and gestures for you to enter. He follows - the door closes and locks behind him.
"Ms. Smith, I'm sorry to say that 5 of your students have been sent to me for discipline over the last month. It seems that you are not making a very ladylike impression on your students. It is your job - yet it seems to say that I needed to make a more tangible impression on them."
"Sir?" you ask, getting quite nervous.
You notice then that the room is devoid of furniture - except for a high padded table with a slanted top in the middle of the room. The rest of the room is bare except for a cabinet of the wall.
"Ms. Smith, you are doubtless familiar with the rules of our institution - disobedience or insubordination will not be tolerated in any form. I assume you are also familiar with the terms of your contract?"
"My contract sir?"
"Of course, I refer to the section that speaks to remedies provided to the administration to ensure that the teachers provide the proper example to the students."
"Why, of course" you say - lying - you didn't read the contract at all.
"Then you'll understand if I have to ask you to accept the prime remedy prescribed for teachers such as you."
"Of course" you lie again - hoping he would quickly tell you what the answer was.
"That would be for the teacher to receive corporal punishment if 3 or more of their students were referred to the headmaster for discipline within any 30-day period."
You felt a cold sweat break out - surely he couldn't expect you to accept a spanking like one of the students!
"Well then" he concluded, walking to the high end of the padded table, and patted it. "Let's get on with it then" - patting the table again - indicating you should take position bent over it.
"But, but, Mr. Banner..."
Now Ms. Smith, let's not make this any more unpleasant than it needs to be" gesturing again.
You screw up your courage and walk to the table - bravely standing on your toes, you lean over the high end of the table, lowering your head and upper body to the padded surface until they are lying lower than your hips. You feel your short skirt riding up - possibly exposing your stocking tops - but you couldn't reach to pull it back down. Mr. Banner stepped behind you and seemed to study the fabric stretched tightly over your quivering bottom. He swiftly lifts your skirt up over your hips and bottom by the hem as you object and try to rise. He pushes on the small of your back, putting you back into place.
"Ms. Smith - now don't be difficult or I'll be forced to attach restraints to you.
The embarrassment of him seeing you bent over with only thin silk panties covering your bottom was only the beginning as you felt him reaching for the waistband and tugging them down.
"NO!" you cry out, trying to stand again as the silk panties are pulled below your knees, then off completely.
"Ms Smith, do I need to tie you?"
"No please, I promise to do better, don't do this!"
He laughed - "You wouldn't believe how many times I hear that same thing said in this very room." 'This is your first visit here, so I won't have to be too severe with you - but one more outburst on your part, and I will tie you down Ms. Smith!"
You lie against the table and resolve to take the punishment - and not to give him the satisfaction of breaking down in front of him. You hear the creak of old hinges as he opens the cabinet on the wall. He fumbles for a moment and returns to your left hip.
"I've selected a soft leather paddle for your spanking Ms. Smith - It will sting considerably, but if you hold still, shouldn't leave any lasting marks. I think 20 or so licks should suffice for a first offense."
Part 2
You feel his left hand firmly - but yet gently on the small of your back again - not so much to hold you in place, more like he's trying to make contact with you. You imagine the view he is getting - your quite bare and vulnerable bottom, framed by the stocking tops and garters. You're bent over fairly sharply - you imagine that from the right angle, he could see between your shapely thighs and cheeks to see the fur-covered lips of your pussy - the pussy that even now is growing wet with excitement. You are surprised and a little embarrassed to think that the prospect of being spanked like a little girl by the headmaster should arouse you so. You feel the gentle touch of the leather paddle touching the skin of your bottom - you jump in spite of the soft touch - ready as you were for a stinging swat.
"Easy Ms. Smith, we haven't even begun yet." he tells you, quite calmly, even charmingly.
"I thought I would make your introduction to the paddle a gentle one - rest assured, I don't do this for the students sent to me."
He continues to gently slide the smooth leather over your bottom cheeks, so softly, cheek to cheek, around each one, top to bottom. You bite your lip to suppress a moan of pleasure. You are powerless to suppress the waterworks being turned on between your thighs however. You are beginning to worry that your excitement will soon become obvious to the headmaster - what would he think of you then?
He draws the paddle back an inch or two and gently slaps it against your bottom. You jump - not with pain, but with surprise. You inadvertently let the moan that was hanging in your throat escape - telegraphing your true state of mind. The paddle is large enough to cover both of your cheeks at once, but the "blow" he delivered left neither sting nor redness.
You relax and settle onto the table while the headmaster draws the paddle back for another spank. Six inches back this time, and brought down a bit harder - Smack! - more noise than pain though. You again jump from all the pent-up adrenaline, but only "MMM" escapes your lips.
You're sure you feel a trickle of your excitement begin to escape your labia now as erotic thoughts fly through your head. Another smack coming - a bit harder again -
"Smack!" across both cheeks - delivering a sharp sting that quickly changes to warmth that seems to course through your pelvis and up through your stomach. The warm feeling between your soft thighs grows steadily as the moisture continues to build.
SMACK! the slightly harder slap causes your bottom to ripple under the headmasters skilled hand. Now you're sure that your lubrication is beginning to overflow from your steaming pussy.
SMACK!! Another blow, just a bit harder than the last. You realize now that the tone of your cries has been anything but distressed. The sound you make reminds you of your excited moans and whimpers as you pleasure yourself late at night - you feel your face warming with a blush as you realize that the headmaster knows you are aroused.
Sensing your total arousal, the headmaster delivers 5 more strokes at the same intensity in rapid succession - to add a bit of pain to your pleasure. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
You buck with each blow, and emit a more suitable "OH!" or "OW" with each impact, though you remember having been spanked much more severely as a youngster. Though heat now exists on the surface of your bottom, the heat from within has far outpaced it.
You feel the headmaster's hand caressing your back now, sliding over the silky garter belt, touching you on the soft naked skin above the lovely cleft between your now rosy cheeks. "mmmmmmm" you moan - uncontrolled, and unmistakably passionately.
"10 so far Ms. Smith - are you learning anything?"
"Yes sir" you answer, trying to disguise the sexy huskiness that has worked it's way into your voice. Once again the paddle caresses your bottom, soothing the built-up heat with it's smoothness.
Your bottom doesn't hurt - it feels energized! You think to yourself that you will have to make a stop in your room after this - not so much to get straighten your clothes, but rather to relieve the desire that has been building between your thighs.
He continues to stroke your now sensitive bottom with the paddle as his left hand caresses your back - almost to the cleft.
"Tell me what you're feeling Ms. Smith," he demands, "and please be honest."
"I, I, um...." you hesitate to say what you're truly feeling, for fear of admitting too much. "It hurts Mr. Banner, but not terribly so." you offer.
"Is that all Ms. Smith?" "ummm Yes" you lie. Suddenly, the leather crashes down on your helpless bottom 5 more times - harder than the last five. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Each blow drawing an honest yelp from you. He quickly places his bare hands on your cheeks - preventing a real burn from developing. You draw your breath in through your teeth as his hands meet the tender flesh of your bottom. He gently caresses the red areas.
"Ms Smith, I've been spanking young women's bottoms for over 10 years, you don't intend to tell me that your honest answer to my question is 'It hurts'. Now, I ask you again - tell me how it feels, and if you aren't completely frank with me, you'll get the next 5 harder still, and some additional strokes for lying."
