A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) (4 page)

"Lay across me then," he instructed her.

The girl paused only to hook her thumbs in the side-strings of
her panties, to slide them down to her ankles before laying face
down across his lap.

The warmth and feel of her youthful body was transmitted
instantly through his trousers and onto his thighs and cock as her
bodyweight added the pressure so necessary in sexual contact. The
little bitch wriggled her hips to become comfortable, drawing
attention to her rounded buttock cheeks at the same time. He
groaned softly as he viewed them, so silky and firm, so soft and
pale, he felt his cock leak pre-lubrication at the thought of
simply touching her.

Her arms and legs stiffened as one, splaying out to beat
wildly in the air as the flat of his hand slapped hard down to make
her backside quiver under the force of it. Her back arched and her
head lifted, turning wide eyed in shock at the stinging pain she
had received. It was on the second slap that she cried out; even in
her pain she had the presence of mind to bite her lip and to stifle
any scream.

With each slap that landed her body jolted pleasingly,
pressing down harder still on his throbbing cock, the firm mound of
her pussy pressed hard into his upper thigh to add a further
thrilling dimension to the situation. Six slaps he gave her before
pausing, the headmaster stroked his hand reverently over the
contours of her reddened buttocks, trailing his fingers to feel and
to savour her vibrant young flesh. He stroked and felt, roaming his
hand freely over her mounds before edging toward the tops of her
thighs.

"Yes," she whimpered as a whisper, "yes, there."

"Where," he asked excitedly, "your pussy?"

Her voice was thick with arousal as she confirmed.

"Yes, please there."

The girl yelped as his hand slammed down again, spanking hard
again on the enflamed areas of her cheeks. Again and again the hand
slammed down, the fingertips now edging toward the puffy lips of
her labia as they peeked out between the tops of her thighs. The
first slap on her pussy lips sent her into a wild thrashing of her
body, her arms and legs flailing as the excruciating pain and
pleasure mix tore through her, and on the second the same was
repeated, her mouth open and gaping, sucking in air to feed the mix
of sensations rushing through her inexperienced body. The third
slap made her whimper and grunt, her body now building toward her
peak. She tensed, her whole body locked rigid and the breath left
her body in one huge sigh, she convulsed and shook and then came to
orgasm on his lap.

Instantly he pushed two fingers up inside here sodden pussy,
feeling her warm interior and her juices as they flowed from her
body. The headmaster shifted his hips, angling them upward to press
his cock hard against her lower belly and then came to orgasm as
she wriggled down on him. Powerful spurts of his come jetted out
into his trousers as he fingered the slut to a finish, he remained
with his fingers up inside her for long afterwards. This was one
dirty little slut he felt, one that he could train and use to good
effect. The cock-hungry slut would be putty in his hands from now
on and he would ensure that she provided him with many hours of
delightful pleasure in the future. The headmaster pulled his
fingers out of her pussy, pushed them into his mouth and sucked
greedily on them to taste what would surely become, a familiar
flavour to him in the coming term.

***

He stood in the gymnasium, a clipboard in his hands scribbling
make-believe notes as he watched them. The little sluts were a true
delight to behold, the athletic young bodies twisting, turning,
bending and leaping to bring his cock to a firm hardness. It was
his favourite session, the one in which they wore the tiniest of
little grey pleated skirts, so small that they covered just their
hips. The frequent flashes of panties beneath, at the back as they
clung to the girls' shapely buttocks and at the front as they
pulled across the mounds of their pussies were the real bonus. The
white ankle socks and the long lean legs were his favourite and the
headmaster busied himself making his selections from the third
stream of the sixth form.

On the beams, the springboards and on the wall bars, the
little sluts flaunted their bodies under is watchful gaze, bending,
stooping, squatting and more, all for his benefit with each of them
trying to out-flash the next girl.

He chuckled to himself as he imagined their little pussies
moistening and their sweet little clitorises firming as their
bodies discovered sexual feelings. The rosy pink nipples hardening
to stand out in most desirable attention; simply waiting for his
mouth to cover them, to suck and to bite on the tender buds. His
mirth grew as he imagined the shock they would experience when
bound and helpless, tasting the bite of the cane for the first time
in their pretty, naive lives. Of the way they would gasp and
whimper as he pushed his enormous cock up inside their tight little
tunnels. The real joy for him though was in fucking the slut's
arses, the shock, revulsion, disgust and discomfort they showed
when he did so excited him more than anything else. The headmaster
completed his list and retired, his pounding erection would surely
be seen if he remained. Not that he minded the sluts seeing it,
that aided his cause but staff members gossiped, that he knew and
he had a position to maintain, he was after all, the school's
headmaster.

***

The male members of staff had all been interviewed, as too had
the non-fuckable female members. He had worked through the list of
them with rapidity, conducting simply a courtesy meeting so as to
be seen to be impartial. He had encouraged and praised, commented
and cautioned but his interests did not lay with them. The next one
on the list was the youngest, another trainee and ripe for the
taking.

The headmaster stood and positioned himself at the window as
the knock on the door announced her arrival.

She was young, not much over twenty he guessed, a delightful
little thing, pretty, petite and so very fearful, it showed as she
entered. The girl was athletic, her body honed by constant
exercise, it showed in her developed thighs beneath the tight Lycra
shorts. Her breasts thrust out pleasingly, not large but ample, the
shape of them clearly defined beneath the thin tee shirt. Her hair
was tied back in a ponytail, mousy brown and not over-long it
formed a pleasing tail at the back, just right to grip on and to
gain purchase he fucked her he mused.

"Ah, Caroline isn't it?" he greeted warmly to put her at
ease.

She confirmed it and sat, wriggling slightly uncomfortably
under his critical gaze.

The headmaster lounged back again the window frame eyeing her
bare thighs and shapely calves.

"The games mistress," he stated.

"Trainee, actually, not fully qualified as yet."

He nodded.

"Yes, working under Mr. James the physical training
instructor."

"Yes."

He walked slowly to his desk and sat down, crossing his legs
casually.

"A great interest of mine, physical activity, it is how I
started out teaching - just like you."

"Really?" she beamed and straightened, her interest
roused.

"Quite an athlete in my time but sadly that is now past. I am
however well qualified to assess you, along with Mr. James'
recommendations naturally."

"Of course," she confirmed with a hint of hesitance in
sounding in her voice.

"Not going well with him?"

She shook her head.

"Could be better."

He used a low and coaxing tone to reassure.

"You will gain nothing other than a fair assessment from me,
please be assured."

Her mood brightened and her eyes sparkled to send a
ball-quivering jerk in his groin.

"Thank you," she said with sincerity.

The headmaster opened the folder on his desk and read the
contents silently for a minute or so.

"Stand please and turn around several times."

She did so, without hesitation, proud to show her
physique.

"My!" he complimented, "you certainly are in top
shape."

She blushed red but turned around, shifting her weight onto
one leg and pronouncing the shape of her hips. The skin-tight black
shorts clung to her body like a second skin, hugging every contour
of her firm buttocks and pulling harshly up into the cleft between
them.

"Face me," he instructed.

She did so, holding her hands at the front to cover the
prominent mound of her pussy, conscious that the shape was so
clearly visible beneath the hugging shorts.

He ogled her slowly and deliberately, his gaze beginning at
her ankles and moving up over each part of her in turn. His stare
fixed and paused on her hips and then the points of her breasts
before lastly moving up to her face. It thrilled him to leer, when
the young women knew of his thoughts and yet did or said nothing
but stand dutifully as he mentally undressed them. All his looks
were sexually loaded, his expressions deliberately complimenting as
he fixed on each part of her body.

"I should like you to perform a few exercises, simple ones, so
as to gauge your flexibility and stamina."

"Fine with me," she responded brightly.

He smiled reassuringly.

"Very well then, press ups please."

The girl got face down on the floor, raised her body on her
arms and began a steady and rhythmic pumping up and
down.

His cock rose to full erection as he watched her, the hem of
her tee shirt had pulled up to reveal the soft but muscular shape
of her waist as bare flesh. The firm bulge of her buttocks was a
true delight to see, the dual mounds and the taut black rounds
rising and falling in a wonderful pumping of sheer sexual
invitation. Her thigh muscles tensed, sculptured muscles standing
out to portray the power that lay within them. Beneath her chest
her breasts hung down delightfully to jiggle and swing in a
hypnotic dance of the sweetest temptation.

"Enough," sit-ups please now."

The girl changed position, her little pleading expression
seeking praise and reassurance from him and she received
it.

"Marvellous," he complimented, "I love the way your body moves
with such a natural ease."

That comment pleased her much and it showed. She positioned
herself facing him with knees drawn up and parted as her upper body
lifted and rested back as she complied. The girl rose and fell in a
great effort to please further, her face flushed and her sensual
lips parted slightly as she grunted softly in her
efforts.

He was as thrilled as her for the presented tight mound of her
pussy was fully displayed to him, the thin material outlining the
shape of her labia and the slit of her pussy. The slut would be
well aware of her offering and of his fixed stare between her legs,
he thought.

"Stand please for the last exercise, and have to say that I am
most impressed with what I have seen so far."

She bathed in the praise, standing slowly with her hands now
by her side and no attempt made to cover the firm mound of her
pussy.

"Turn please with you back to me, part your legs and touch
your hands to the floor."

The girl swallowed hard, her eyes met his fleetingly in a
knowing glance and then she turned.

The headmaster felt his pre-lubrication ooze out of the
eyehole of his cock as the girl bent as instructed. Her slim legs
and thighs were braced, tapering up to the 'V' at the top where her
shorts had pulled even more harshly across her public mound. He
couldn't stifle a moan of pleasure that was greeted with a little
gasp from the girl. She knew, she could feel the heavy sexually
charged atmosphere too and remained there in the full knowledge
that he was inspecting her crotch.

"Stand up now please, the assessment is over."

She straightened and turned, her face now bright red and her
gaze away from his knowing face.

"You are quite lovely," he said.

"Thank you," she answered coyly.

Her interest in him was obvious; she was smitten, taken in
both by his ability to assess physical education and by his hungry,
lustful looks.

"You are ideal, should you need my guidance, the benefit of my
past experience in..."

"Yes! Please."

He smirked at her impulsive response.

"Mr. James mustn't know or he will feel..."

"He won't know," she offered hopefully.

The headmaster paused.

"Very well, do you live on the grounds?"

"No, I have a flat on the edge of the town."

"Excellent, shall we say Sunday - at about eleven?"

"Yes," she answered readily, stumbling her words in her
urgency to confirm the appointment, "Sunday is fine...so is
eleven."

He gave a last long sweep of his eyes over her trim frame,
ensuring that she knew he was looking at her crotch more than her
overall body.