Who am I kidding – I can’t survive a month off!
Day 5 and I am craving to be punished. I really took some heavy beatings in December and am finally healed. I love my job and going cold turkey is not so easy! Especially when my Master is away and I am left to my own devices (not so exciting). My last trip to Brisbane I was gifted a new riding crop and a strap with holes in the middle for less wind resistance. These implements are sitting idle. Gathering dust. I’m back to work February 1st and taking bookings for those interested in seeing me in true pain, wincing after each stroke on my virginal flesh. So I wrote out a fantasy of mine. Bear in mind I do not offer natural services of any kind so this is just a fantasy.
I have been caught masturbating by my extremely conservative father who quickly told my mother whom approached you about punishing me severely. They are acutely ashamed of me and wish to humiliate me as a way of reforming me. I am a great student – always courteous, quiet and well liked with reasonable enough grades. The Head Master likes me a great deal and whilst I have never given him any bother he sets himself to the task of punishing me as per my parents wishes.
He has seen this many times – young girls going through puberty and having their sexual awakenings – exploring their own bodies. Whilst his personal belief is that this natural act shouldn’t be policed the school is extremely conservative and he must act accordingly. He has punished many girls however it is with a hand intended to frighten and deter rather than hurt. He takes me over his knee with a smile that conveys all care will be taken, I understand he does not intend to hurt me only to carry out what is required. I am at ease with this great man and place myself over him, resting my head on the lounge, pelvis perpendicular to his.
I feel his hand rest on the back of my thighs.
He touches me ever so slightly and I am drawn into his limbs, waiting for the first blow. I don’t know why but I find this exhilarating. He finally begins gently laying into my fleshy cheeks with repetitive smacks, murmuring under his breath how young ladies need to control themselves. I find his voice sexy, it is ecstasy for me and I move my bottom eagerly to meet each stroke. The Head Master suddenly stops. This was not part of his plan. The pain of the spanking has made me warm all through and I am aware of a wetness in my panties. He rips aside the gusset and forces his fingers deep inside me, declaring that I am a dirty little girl for getting wet – he makes me clean his finger with my mouth and I am severely embarrassed.
He goes back to spanking me harder than ever before with my panties now removed, constantly checking to see if I have stopped getting wet. He is now hurting me and the safety I felt before had left – he became very stern and although I was aroused I was scared. His pupils dilated and he ordered me over the desk. He ripped his belt off, doubled it over and began to swing at my arse, making a great clap with each stroke. His pants had fallen down and I became aware that he was playing with his penis through his boxer shorts. The strapping went on and on and I was made to count every stroke. He began to berate me for being a horny little girl, getting all wet and making Masters dick hard. I started crying from the pain of the welts on my bottom yet he showed no mercy. He thrust me off the desk onto my knees and stuck his penis in my mouth telling me that is what happens to disobedient little girls who can’t control themselves. He kept whipping me with his belt throughout, every now and then sticking his fingers into my vagina to see if I was aroused, always returning back to me scolding me for enjoying this punishment.
He told me that I needed the hardest thrashing any girl had ever received at our school. My hands were tied in front of me to the desk, legs spread as he selected a cane. He then returned his hard penis to my mouth and told me that I would get one stroke every 30 seconds until I made him cum. In between strokes he would enter my now extremely wet vagina with his penis telling me that if I didn’t make him cum then I was a useless tease and that he would make me go back to class without washing, with deep crimson stripes across each buttock.
I did not make him cum so he made me lie on the floor and masturbate myself while he jerked himself off over my face telling me I did not deserve the pleasures he had afforded me, that I was just another ugly lanky teenager who would never learn. He then proceeded to urinate all over me forcing me to orgasm in the process.
He zipped up his trousers and told me I was to return tomorrow at recess to finish off the job.