The Art of Breaing Her

The Art of Breaking Her: Pleasure in Pain

"Ms. Calerdeen, this is the third time this week that you have been signed up for detention. Here at Ridgewood Academy, we do not accept such behaviour!" Ms. Rendell's shrill voice set the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

But that was the only reaction the headmistress got from her. Samantha hated this all-girls academy. Her fellow students disliked her and she disliked them. She was fine with being the odd one out. What she wasn't fine with, was being put in detention for defending herself against their pranks.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Shrieked Ms. Rendell and Samantha nodded. "And what did I say?" The headmistress asked.

"If I don't get my shit together, I will be expelled from this school," she answered defiantly and Ms. Rendell blanched at her brusque choice of words.

"Those were not the words I used," she scolded her. "But I see, that words don't mean a lot to you. Stand up. Maybe some blows with the paddle will remind you to behave yourself."

With a dark grimace Samantha got up from her chair and stepped closer to the desk. She pressed her hands down onto the cool wood and pushed her behind back. This was not the first she had been in this position and it probably wouldn't be the last.

"One," she pressed out between clenched teeth, when the first blow hit her butt cheek. It had been a hard stroke and a dull pain lingered. "Two!" A second blow hit her other cheek and she had to suppress a pained gasp. Ms. Rendell was really mad this time and she made her feel it.

"Three!" The loud thud of the paddle echoed in the large office and the burning sensation of her skin increased. She could feel how her cheeks warmed under the blows and got more sensitive. "Four!" She gritted her teeth even tighter to suffocate any whimper that tried to make its way up her throat and out her lips. "Five!" Her voice almost cracked due to the intense pain, but she quickly caught herself. She wanted to straighten up, when Ms. Rendell's voice haltered her.

"Stay in your position, I am not done with you yet."

Not done with me yet?

Ms. Rendell had never hit her more than five times before. Her stomach clenched slightly at the thought of what was coming.

"Pull up your skirt." The headmistress ordered and Samantha stiffened.

What?

"Pull.Up.Your.Skirt," Ms. Rendell repeated. "Now."

Slightly trembling Samantha reached behind and pushed the fabric of her uniform up and over her sore behind.

"Nice and red already, I see." Ms. Rendell mumbled. "Continue counting." She said and stepped behind her again.

The next blow made her eyes sting with tears and she gasped: "Six." The sharp pain shot through her behind and her breath caught in her throat. She had barely recovered, when the next stroke hit her.

"Seven," she cried out, all of her control forgotten. The biting pain in her ass had hardly subsided when she heard another swoosh of air. "Eight!" She screamed the word, hoping it would help her cope with the pain, but it didn't. Another loud thud echoed through the room. "Nine," she sobbed between tears. "Ten!" The last blow was so painful that her voice was nothing more but a whimper.

With trembling legs, she stood there, hoping that her punishment was finally over. She heard the soft knock on the desk when Ms. Rendell put down the paddle and a wave of relief rushed through her.

She felt her rough hand tilting up her face and her fingers whipping away the tears under her eyes. "Get yourself together, Ms. Calerdeen. Hopefully this time, you've learned your lesson."

"Yes, Ms. Rendell," she croaked and straightened. She was just about to pull the fabric of her skirt down, when Ms. Rendell spoke again.

"Leave it like it is, Ms. Calerdeen. I am sure it will be a good lesson for the other students to see what happens to those who repeatedly break the rules. You may adjust your skirt, once you are back in your own dorm."

Horrified she looked at Ms. Rendell. She wouldn't seriously force her to walk all the way to her dorm like this?

"You may leave now, Ms. Calerdeen." The headmistress said and resumed her place at her desk.

Still in shock, Samantha exited the headmistress's office. The cool air of the hallway caressed her naked butt and slightly soothed the ache she still felt. The first corridor was empty. If she was quick enough, she could make it to her dorm before the bell rang and announced the end of the lesson.

She had hardly finished her thought, when she already heard the cursed bell ring. As quickly as she could she made her way down the second corridor and ran towards the adjacent building where the dorms were located. This corridor -- of course -- was now buzzing with students.

"Ha, look at her!" Someone yelled. "She's got a good spanking." "Can't believe she walks around like this." "Nice butt, Calerdeen."

Her cheeks flushed and she hurried past the laughing students. She ran across the yard and quickly entered the dorm building, closing the heavy door behind her and cutting off the roaring laughter. Never in her life had she felt this embarrassed.

"Wow, this time you really got a good one," a voice drawled behind her and she instantly recognised whom it belonged to: Livia Callahan. Probably one of the richest girls in the entire academy and her personal nemesis. Samantha also suspected that she was the reason most of the students seemed to hold a grudge against her.

"Not now, Livia," Samantha said and tried to push past her, but Livia grabbed her arm, twisting it painfully in her back and pushing her against the closest wall.

"Precisely now," Livia hissed lowly. "I want to take a closer look at this."

Samantha cursed under her breath, when she felt Livia's fingers trailing over her back and downwards. She was taller than Samantha and a lot stronger. As part of the rowing team, she was fit and even though Samantha herself wasn't unathletic, she couldn't keep up with Livia.

"Ouch, that really must have hurt," she murmured almost softly as she let her fingernails softly scratch over the reddened skin. Samantha winced under her touch and hissed in pain.

"Let me go," she pressed out, but Livia held her tight.

"Livia, are you coming? Training begins in five minutes and we can't be late!" One of Livia's team mates rounded the corner and stopped abruptly at the sight of her. "Uh, ouch -- that must have hurt."

"Just what I said," Livia laughed and let her fingers trail up Samantha's bum one more time.

"Come on now, quit toying with her. We have to get going." The other girl urged.

"Lucky you," Livia whispered and let go of her. "See you later." She said as she followed the girl out the door and shot another dirty look at Samantha.

The moment the door fell shut, Samantha rushed up to her dorm room and quickly closed the door behind her. To her relief, her roommate wasn't there yet. She locked herself in the bathroom and looked at her behind in the mirror.

Red streaks were covering her ass and the holes in the paddle had left clear markings on her skin. Angry and frustrated she whipped away the tear that ran down her flushed cheek. As she let the events replay in her head, she felt a faint twinge between her legs.

When she reached down the tips of her fingers brushed against the wet fabric of her underwear. Disbelieving she pulled her hand back, only to shove it down the front of her panties a second later.

She was wet.

Her folds were slick with her arousal and her underwear was drenched. Had her punishment aroused her? Had the humiliation done so?

She let out an incredulous sound. What was wrong with her? How could any of this be arousing? Her fingers were still between her legs, spreading her juices all around and increasing her arousal even more. She could feel herself coming closer and closer to an orgasm. Her legs started trembling as the images of Ms. Rendell and the paddle flooded her mind. The laughter of the other students. Livia's fingers trailing up her behind, sending painful shivers down her body.

Her arousal ran down her thighs and her breath quickened as she increased the speed of her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy. The wet sounds echoed quietly in the tiled bathroom as her fingers moved up and down between her folds. She had to steady herself with one hand against the sink when an intense orgasm trembled through her body and her moan filled the small room.

Exhausted and relieved she let her head sink against the mirror. She couldn't believe she had just masturbated to the thought of being spanked by Ms. Rendell, laughed at by the entire academy and pushed against a wall by Livia Callahan. But she had just done precisely that.