This story was written in 2000, annoyingly I am having to transcribe it from a physical copy since that is all I have available. I hope you enjoy it and you think it worth my efforts. This is part one of four or five, since the feedback has been so positive I am cracking on with the rewriting/transcribing with the aim to get at least one part done each week until it's finished.
I'm posting this under my old name because it was written so long ago, and so it probably should be with my older stories. I have more of this kind of story (in hard copy) so I may do some more if people enjoy it and want more.
Check out my newer stories under my new name Robert_Anthony.
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This story is set in a fictional college/finishing school called Maverley Park. Ostensibly the school is reserved for very rich clients, needless to say all characters are over 18!
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In her daze, Jessica had not noticed that Helen had not been at her desk when she left. In fact Helen had not been at her desk from the moment Jessica had been called in by the headmaster.
After Jessica had left, the headmaster opened his door to see Helen just returning to her desk, she looked a little flustered and the headmaster knew where she'd been and exactly what she'd been up to.
"Helen. Five O'clock, I want you in here!"
He slammed the door behind him, saying not another word and leaving Helen to ponder her fate.
The rest of the day passed slowly for Helen as she waited for 5PM to come. She had cum watching the headmaster's exploits with Jessica but she wanted to taste his cock herself and as the hours dragged by she became more and more horny and impatient.
At two minutes before the hour, Helen got up from behind her desk and locked the outer door of the office building. It was nearly dark outside and the car park was almost empty. Despite the fact that it was a boarding school, about half the teachers lived in a nearby town and went home after teaching hours.
Helen felt the radiator by the door, it was just kicking in and there was quite a chill in the air. She walked back towards her desk and then diverted to the door to the headmaster's office. She knocked gently and waited a few seconds for him to answer.
"Come in."
Helen slid her fingers around the door handle, depressed it and slowly pushed the door open. It was quite gloomy in the office, the blinds were closed and only one light was on. The headmaster rose from behind his desk and walked towards her.
"I think you've been a naughty girl today, haven't you?"
"No Sir, I was just..."
"You were just watching the security camera is what you were doing, girl."
Helen felt her stomach flip, she loved it when he called her 'girl' in that particular tone of voice.
"No Sir, honestly I just had to go and see another member of staff about someth..."
The headmaster raised his hand to stop her digging herself any deeper.
"Helen, I simply don't believe you. I'm quite sure the second that door closed you were out of your seat and off into the back room... well I hope you enjoyed the show, because now it's your turn to be punished."
Helen shuddered as he spoke the words, she loved being punished and she loved being forced to take whatever punishment the headmaster deemed necessary.
He walked up close to her, grabbed her roughly by the arm and pushed her towards the chair on the nearside of the desk, the one that had parted Jessica's legs so efficiently. Then he bent her over its back, so that her head was down near the seat and her ass was up in the air.
"Stay there!" He commanded as he walked back round the desk and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out a large leather covered box and placed it on the top of the desk. Opening the lid, he retrieved a couple of leather cuffs, two short lengths of thin chain and a couple of padlocks.
The headmaster then bent down to the foot of the chair and fitted the cuffs to Helen's wrists. Then he wound the chains around the legs of the chair and secured these to the cuffs with the small padlocks.
"There, that should keep you in place while I discipline you!"
Helen groaned with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. She knew that the headmaster was really annoyed with her and was expecting to be severely chastised, she just hoped he wouldn't leave her frustrated at the end of the session.
The headmaster stood up and returned to the box on his desk. He pulled out another item and slipped it into his pocket so that she couldn't see. He looked down at Helen, she had removed her glasses before she came in and her dark hair now fell forward over her face. She was still fully clothed and the headmaster decided that he would address that immediately.
He placed his hands on the back of her silky red shirt and tore it straight up the middle of her back. He struggled a bit when he got to the collar seam, but eventually he managed to rip through that as well. The two halves of the shirt fell from her body and slid down her arms, gathering around her elbows and flowing down to the floor. For her part, Helen let out a soft groan as she felt herself exposed to the air.
The headmaster stroked her back for a moment before unfastening her bra, which fell the same way. He reached beneath her and roughly squeezed her breasts before maliciously pinching her bullet-hard nipples.
"You never learn do you Helen... you never learn to just do as you are told. Do you know why that is? I'll tell you why, because you're a horny little bitch who can't keep her fingers out of her cunt for five bloody minutes."
He was very rough with her nipples, but she only felt pleasure as each squeeze and twist served only to make her pussy even wetter than it was before she came into the room.
"I hope you haven't been playing with yourself all afternoon... there's still work to be done around here, and don't you forget it." warned the headmaster.
He released her nipples and a small moan escaped Helen's lips. Then he ran his hands down her back, over her arse and down her black-stockinged legs.
"Such slutty stockings, anyone would think you were trying to attract other men... is that what you want Helen, other men? Maybe you would like more than one of them at that. You would probably like a whole bunch of them to abuse you wouldn't you? Four or five of them taking turns with your pussy, ass and mouth, eh?"
Helen groaned louder, she was a real slut and she knew it, and the headmaster loved to play on it. He knelt down behind her and pushed her skirt up to reveal her expensive black lace knickers.
"Oh Helen, it gets worse... this underwear can only mean one thing."
The headmaster spanked the insides of her thighs lightly until she moved her legs further apart. He then slid his fingers into the part of the cloth that covered her ass and pulled it to the right. Helen felt his breath on her ass and waited desperately to feel his tongue.
