Strapped Ch 01

This piece does not have an editor as it is a passion project. That is to say that I care less about the quality of grammar or punctuation and just want it out to share the story with the community. I did my own editing to make sure everything is copacetic however, I can only apologise ahead of time for any grave errors you may come across. Anyone passionate about helping can email to discuss becoming an editor for the series but this story will still come out regardless of if anyone volunteers. Enjoy!

"Ahh, 11 ma'am."

SPANK

"Uhh... 12 ma'am"

I am sprawled over my matron's knee as she gives my ass a spanking. She always makes excuses as to why she has to punish me in her office. This is no different, really and on my part -- it turns me on.

I keep counting as her hand slams hard against my exposed ass. It doesn't help that I like to wear skirts from time to time, meaning she gets to lift it up and then wedge my panties to get as much bare skin as possible.

I know that for my Matron, Miss Woods, this is a turn on for her as well. I'm her favourite girl to punish at the orphanage. Underneath her charity is her desperate need to dominate poor girls like me. I am not the only one to receive her treatment. I will not be the last either, as soon as a girl turns eighteen she becomes subject to more random inspections and more requests to visit her office.

Although she isn't getting any younger, I also have a bit of a crush on her. Her coffee brown skin is soo sexy and her figure (although often hidden in loose dresses) is phenomenal. I know underneath that is a thick black mommy body, even though she's never had kids. Her ass, thighs, and breasts are fat compared to me -- a much smaller girl. I'm sure in between those cheeks is a hairy wet pussy. Especially now as she is spanking my butt.

I still get 20 good spanks of my ass since this is my last day. I've been adopted by a man with whom I've never been acquainted. I will soon.

SPANK

"Ahh 20 ma'am."

"I hope you've learned your lesson Gabrielle."

"Yes ma'am, I'll curtsy whenever I enter your office." A bogus reason to spank me twenty times but I like it just enough to comply. At least for now.

I sit back down on the chair in front of her desk, as she ignores me and scribbles notes. I notice the hand under her desk, clearly rubbing at something.

"What a desperate bitch," I think to myself.

The phone rings and she puts it on loud. Her secretary, Allie speaks up.

"He's here Miss Woods."

Before she finishes telling Allie to send him in. The door opens and a tall man comes in. Now I have a secret to tell, I like girls. It's not much of a secret given that Miss Woods spankings have made me a bit damp. It's more to do with the fact that I also like men. It's just the men I like are the super hyper masculine types, it's cliché and I know it but it's just the way I am.

The reason I need to say this is because this man makes me go from damp to wet in an instant. Strong jaw, sharp eyes, dark hair with broad shoulders and a very stern demeanour.

"Mr Clark, so glad to see you. I have been guiding Gabi here on her adoption."

Ms Woods stands up to shake hands with him. He basically ignores her and looks down at me as I sit on the chair. Wincing slightly from my sore butt.

"Come on, we're leaving now!" He says before opening the door for me.

His no-nonsense attitude makes me wonder if I have been adopted by a retired soldier or sex predator. I'm not scared, if anything I'm excited because I can't design a more attractive man. If he wants to take me to a basement somewhere and keep me there as his pleasure box then I may just accept that offer.

I do as he says, at this point I'll do anything he says. Once we've left the office and got outside earshot of her secretary he grabs my arm. He spins me around and makes me face him.

"Do you want me to punish her?"

"For what sir?" I don't know what to call him, so sir will have to do.

"For spanking you, I heard it and don't ask how."

This has me a bit wide eyed. Enough to make me question just who exactly is adopting me. I take a few moments to think about it before realising that I may be signing a death warrant.

"No sir, it's fine. I don't want you to do that," I have my own plans for revenge one day.

With my response he nods, and we continue going to my room. I open the door and my roommate gives me a hug. Veronica is in tears as she always saw me as her older sister. Now I'm leaving her but I assure her that she'll be fine.

"Take whatever is sentimental to you, leave the rest to her."

I want to ask why but decide against it. I nod and pick up my teddy bear. One of the last vestiges of my mothers memory. Seeing it reminds me of her, and how she died.

Mom was an addict, a sex addict that is and from my earliest memory she was always fucking some random dudes. Every other day or night Mom had a John. Sometimes they'd pay but most didn't, knowing she derived immense pleasure from the most tame male attention. By the time I was a preteen it was multiple at the same time. I never asked about it and eventually Mom died -- I still don't know how it happened. I got a ton of different explanations from different groups of people and I settled on suicide.

I quietly thought about this until we entered the car -- a black SUV. Mr Clark starts explaining things after he tells the driver to go.

"I know this is all sudden, but I hope you're not overwhelmed by how quickly things are changing. In the boot are three suitcases with all your new clothes and other things you'll need."

I warm up to him, "You, you know my sizes and styles?"

"I have been watching you for sometime now Gabi," he says with a smile

He called me Gabi, only my friends call me that. I guess he knows more than I think about me.

"I am sending you to boarding school, I know that you've not had an amazing education so I'm going to change that. I

He tells me that I am going to go to a new school. In high school, I should note that I am 20 at this moment. The orphanage homeschooled so I am a bit behind. Inside the suitcases are everything I'll need alongside some money for any expenses or things I may want.

My heart sinks knowing that this man is not adopting me to be his play thing. Instead he wants to educate me, I don't know why though.

"Sir, If I may ask why are you doing all of this?"

"Oh, it's penance. I do feel somewhat sorry for your circumstances dear."

"You barely even know me, even if you've been watching me. I don't remember ever seeing you at the orphanage or before my mother passed."

He looks away before shrugging then takes a deep breath. It's a calm exhale, one that suggests he's about to drop a bomb and in the moment he turns to me.

"From now on, call me Daddy or Dad okay. I was planning on waiting to tell you but I don't want you think this was some random event."

I blush realising I'm imagining being hard fucked by my dad. He is hot though, even for a man old enough to be my dad. I still can't stop taking glances at him and I smile whenever he looks at me.

We arrive at the school and I am kinda sad that I won't be able to spend more time with him. Even if it's not sex, while I am still slightly open to the idea of being his fucktoy. I am in love with him and I have so many questions about my mom and why they weren't together.

He helps unload my things then gives me a hug. I latch on to him as hard as I can. I haven't been this emotional since my mom died.

"I can't stay, my work has me all over the place and I want you to learn how to take care of yourself. I am sorry it took me this long to find you but I will always be here for you."

He reaches in his back pocket, then pulls something out, "Here's your new phone, it has my number in it and some close friends of mine.

"Wait, how do you know that I'm really your daughter?" I ask in a slight panic.

"I did say that I've been watching you, there's something I saw that made me realise. Also you're just about the same age as when I was with Daphne."

His words clicked, that was my mothers name. I don't know how I could fall so hard for someone I just met. A daddy bae, yet here I am being a big baby. I have had to deal with all kinds of scary people at the orphanage. From violent kids to malevolent matrons. Ms Woods is much nicer compared to some of the witches that stay there. I've developed a thick skin, and it's melting in my Dad's arms.

He eventually leaves and I waltz in, he hadn't given me a receipt or anything to prove I'm a student here. The school office is easy to find and I walk in to find it empty. Yet one lady, she's rather old but is wearing form fitting attire.

"Excuse me, Im."

The woman doesn't let me finish, "You must be Gabrielle Clark, I've been expecting you."

"You know my Dad?"

"Mr Clark told us that he had found his long lost daughter and we just couldn't wait to help shape your mind. Is your father here?" She says, peering behind me.

"No, he left already." I raise an eyebrow, she is awfully excited to welcome me here. That dies down when she learns my dad's not here. I wonder how they know each other.

"Oh, well I am sure he'll be back to see you. Please follow me, and leave some of your bags."

We go to an empty classroom where she sits me down on a desk, then without warning she places a paper on my desk. It's an exam, she hands me a pencil and tells me to answer the questions within thirty minutes. She sits on the desk in front of me and I blush slightly as I get a view of her shapely legs. I also wonder if she isn't teasing me as she gives me a glimpse of her panties, often as she changes one leg to put over the other.

It's hard to concentrate when an attractive MILF is teasing me like this. I also didn't expect the exam, yet I find it easy. Almost childs play, and when I finish she takes my answer sheet. Quickly marks it then gives me another exam with the exact same instructions. The questions range from all topics, English, Math, Social Studies, Science and some more general knowledge ones.

We do four of these papers with the last one being particularly hard. It all looks like college stuff and I don't think I can pass. I watch her mark it then once she is done she looks at me.

"Well, it looks like you just about qualify for our senior class. You'll attend one year here and if all goes well you'll graduate. Some remedial classes or tutoring may be necessary but I'll monitor your progress to see if it is. Is that alright Ms Clark."

I have never been called that, I am used to my mothers maiden name and I have almost forgotten that one as well. "Oh you mean me, yes sorry, yes that's fine."

"Good, let me show you to your room."

We go get my bags and she escorts me to the dorms. I see some other junior girls walking around and they greet her.

"Evening Principal Briggs," they say in unison.

I realise at this moment that I have been dealing with the principal. Not some poor teacher who lost a bet and had to be here on Sunday. Miss Briggs doesn't act like someone who would be a principal. She's a contrast to my previous matron: Miss Woods. Her attitude is a bit more expressive, and jovial. On our walk to my room she goes on and on about the history of the school. Different clubs and athletics teams I can join, and so on and so on.

One thing she does share with my previous matron are the unfettered glances at my curvy body. I am not wearing something too alluring yet this woman can't help but stare at my body as we walk with my bags. Maybe she's trying to make sure I'm healthy, I can't imagine she's into girls. Even if she is, why would she be into me when there are plenty of other pretty girls at the school. We pass a dozen of them and she still can't take her eyes off of me.

After what seems like an eternity, we reach the far side of the dorms. As we are about to reach what I assume is where I'll be staying Ms Briggs tells me an important bit of information.

"Your father insisted on you having your own living space. He is a big contributor to the school so we didn't have much choice in the matter. You will be without a roommate but if you wish you can request to move into the main dorms."

Why does he want me so isolated from the rest of the ladies? Rather strange if you ask me, I just nod and keep moving. When we get there, she hands me my key then opens the door with the spare. Miss Briggs explains how she has spares to all the rooms in case someone loses theirs.

When she opens my door, the view hits me like a glorious hallelujah moment. My room is stunning and luxurious, I have a queen sized bed. Carpeting, a bathroom all to myself and some other extra stuff like air conditioning and a microwave.

"Well you can guess who bought all of this stuff."

Miss Briggs let me be a girl for a few moments as I ogled my room. She silently leaves me in my excitement and I don't notice she's gone until way later. I decide to take a shower first which is when my slightly pink ass reminds me how I started the day. Over Ms Woods lap, the mirror in the bathroom is scaled to the wall and so my entire nude body is right in front of me.

I look at my auburn hair, the red really matching well with my pink cheeks and dark red lips. I have an ever so slightly plump body and well sized breasts. I also get a good look at my tattoos, the ones a friend from the orphanage did on me for free. I am sure seeing my bare ass was the payment for that. He put. Tramp stamp on it said, "Fem Fatale" and a few other creative ones on my upper arms and upper thighs. I have orchards on each shoulder and just below my ass were some inspirational words. The last is a quote beneath my right breasts.

I don't think anyone outside the guy who drew my tattoos and Veronica knows I have them. I kinda wish I showed them to my dad but I didn't get to show him my body. If I did then maybe he would have started by undressing me. Removing the long pleated skirt I have been wearing then taking off the halter top.

My hands reach between my legs to my wet pussy. I have been needing to be touched all day and I have the privacy I need to do it myself. I grab my breast, my nipple is already hard. My breasts are just big enough that I can actually pull into my mouth. I suck hard on my nipples before spreading my pussy lips and tapping my exposed clit. The warm water is adding to the flames of my ecstasy.

What is it about my Dad that gets me so horny. I lean my back against the wall and keep rubbing my nub. Tapping it, stroking it and gently tipping my finger inside. I'm a virgin, I mean it's obvious given most guys just don't turn me on. They don't get me hot or warm. Yet, Dad sends me into the sun. I am not used to doing this, I have only ever masturbated a few times and came once in my life so far (Miss Woods had worn a silky romper that day for some reason). Yet within a few moments of me just teasing myself. With my hand squeezing the life out of my breast it happens. Euphoria hit as my orgasm flew right in. I try to keep my balance and desperately, frantically pinching my clit to extend the sensation.

It slowly dies down and the bliss of hot water on my skin follows.

"Ahh fuck..." I whisper, the first words out of my mouth since Miss Briggs left. I have never cum like that before, or so quickly. The shower is relaxing and has me wanting to sleep. I don't have it in me to do so on an empty stomach.

Just then a loud intercom turns on, it could be heard across the campus.

"Ladies of Excelsa High, time for supper. Don't be late or you won't get to eat."

We passed the cafeteria on my way here with Briggs. I know where it is but have to hurry since I am further away from it than most. I rush to get dressed, opening the suitcase with my new clothes. If I didn't love my Dad before, I am addicted to him now. The clothes inside are just about perfect for me. The size, the style as well. Jean jackets, pleated skirts, Some boots and many more that fit my tastes. He has really been watching, some of these I have tried on at malls during the few field trips we had.

I couldn't get them because they are way too expensive. Now they are mine, and this first introduction to the new school made for a perfect opportunity. I decided to go for a more casual look when it came to the, "what to wear?" question.

Tank top with, with biker shorts and a jacket for the long walk in the cold evening. I jog to the cafeteria and see the line of girls there. It looks like I'm not late as they all gather inside. We grab trays then plates and pick what we want to eat.

This is where I see the entire school, this is one of those boarding schools. They take after more British education, having all the students stay on the premises. It's common for rich parents to send their children here and I guess I have joined the mix. It also seems like this place is fancy, no more of the grub we got at the orphanage. Fine cuisine is being served and in good amounts in case someones tarving.

Which I am, I take as much as I can. Earning odd looks from the more petite ladies around me. My tank top is also sleeveless so my tattoos are there for all to see. I know that girls could range from very kind to rather mean people. The first girl I met is the latter, as she looks at me walking with my tray full of delicious food.

"Welcome to the school pig, do they feed you where your from or does your whole family eat like truck drivers," the girl chuckles at her rude joke

That is harsh of her to say, given she's probably had 2 meals prior to now. I had a mouldy bagel and coffee at around 7am and that's it. Then I had been told to pack my things and once I finished that, Ms Woods called me in for the spanking.

I don't have the energy to argue or fight with her so I simply ignore. The girl, who stood just a few inches shorter with her glammed up shiny hair with highlights. I can tell her superiority complex is at max setting as she stands there judging anyone who passes her. Whilst I eat, I watch her to see she plans to just stand there watching people.

That's all she does the entire time in the cafeteria and just as I am about to ask who she is. A frail young girl comes and sits next to me.

"If you're wondering, that's Fiona Bradley. Her Dad's some rich lobbyist."

I raise an eyebrow, a usual sign of suspicion but also mild confusion.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Well you're new and I thought that since no one wants to like...sit here -- then I'd break the ice."

"Um, why?"

"I'm Deandra by the way, but you can call me Deedee," she says whilst offering her hand.

I shake it, somewhat weirded out by the directness, "I feel like there's something going on with you but you won't tell me."

"Hahahaha," Deedee laughs somewhat awkwardly. "It's nothing like that, I just find you interesting, that's all. Look, I am just trying to show the new girl what's what. I mean you never know who needs help here.

I nod, and keep eating. Deedee sort of minds her own business and keeps quiet throughout the entire period of supper. I note that while she has a normally African American name, her skin is rather pale. It's particularly interesting to note her blonde straight hair. It looks natural, and her face is almost mousy. I mean, she isn't some smouldering beauty. Deandra is simply cute as a button, most certainly could pass for a middle schooler. Her body is petite and small, even sitting I look down at her.

There are a few things that bother me, firstly given that I am the new girl and stand at five foot ten. I am instantly one of the tallest girls in school, yet Deedee even seeing my tattoos is not even bothered by it. I thought she -- even though she is likely a senior student -- will be afraid to talk to me.

I finish my food and leave. It seems here, you can leave the cafeteria as soon as you want. Deedee waits for me to finish. She follows me until she gets to her dorm then says goodbye. I wave back then continue on to my private abode.