Submission in Seattle (16 page)

“Yes, Headmaster,
I’ll take whatever you think I deserve.  Just don’t tell my parents, please.” 
She was beginning to shiver with anticipation.

“You will follow
my assistant to the punishment room immediately.  Please prepare her to receive
the most severe chastisement, Miss Martinet.”

Amanda meekly
followed “Miss Martinet” down the stairs and into the dungeon.  On its hardwood
floors were several well used pieces of sports equipment and it now resembled a
small school gymnasium.  They passed a pair of uneven bars used by gymnasts and
walked up to a vaulting horse with a smooth, uninterrupted leather top.  It
appeared to be quite real and very old.

She was told to
stop with her hips pressing up against one end of the vaulting horse and Monica
unfastened the padlock that held her cuffs together.  Amanda’s freedom lasted
only a few seconds, as the cuffs were swiftly attached to rings in the far legs
of the horse.  This forced her to bend along the length of the horse, which
had, oddly enough, been set at the precise height for her to accomplish this
with her toes still in contact with the floor.

Amanda did not
offer the slightest resistance.  The compelling nature of her fantasy forced
her to go through the steps as if she were a marionette.  She moved her hips to
allow Monica to slide the white cotton panties down her legs and obediently
lifted one foot at a time so that they could be removed entirely.

She imagined what
she must look like, in her school uniform, with her bottom covered only by her
skirt which could be raised at any moment.  A thrill shot through her body that
made it hard to breathe for a moment.  It seemed that she was back in her
girlhood, magically reliving an intense moment from her past.  She was
determined to savor every second of it.

Another pair of
the ubiquitous leather cuffs was placed on her ankles and they were swiftly
attached to the legs of the horse, forcing her feet well apart.  Her little
plaid skirt rode up in the back, exposing most of her long, athletic thighs. 
Beneath the white knee socks, her calves were stretched into a delightfully
curvy shape by the extension of her feet to reach the floor.

Lying over the
fragrant leather platform, Amanda could feel herself becoming aroused as her
fantasy became reality.  It was like being in an erotic dream.  She heard the
Headmaster, Mr. Cole walk up to her holding the bent handle of a traditional
English school cane.  He spoke to her in a very stern tone.

“Amanda, you’ve
been warned about this sort of behavior before.  You’ve been punished several
times by Mrs. Krebbins and once by myself.  Yet you persist in ignoring your
responsibilities.  We don’t allow that here, you know.”

“I know that
you’re an old bastard who likes hurting helpless girls!  You should be ashamed
of yourself,” she cried out while struggling against the invincible leather
cuffs.

“Now you’ve done
it, you little tramp,” he said angrily, “I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll
never forget, but first we need to keep that naughty little bottom from
wiggling around too much.”

The Headmaster
picked up a long leather belt with a sturdy buckle and wrapped it completely
around Amanda and the vaulting horse.  Positioning it at her waist, he pulled
it tight and secured the buckle.   Amanda’s potential for movement was now
limited to making futile head motions.  Her body was held rigidly in a perfect
position for severe punishment.

She could feel the
cool air on her pantyless hindquarters as her plaid schoolgirl’s skirt was
slowly raised and laid gently on her back.  The Headmaster stood to her left
and placed the rattan cane across her pale rounded bottom to measure the
distance.  The tan lines from her swimsuit helped him align the cane for
optimum impact. He selected a spot just above the moist slit of her womanhood
where the plump bottom flesh could absorb the hardest stroke.  The bending
position stretched her legs and buttocks, which would increase the effects of
her punishment.

Amanda took a deep
breath and tried not to grin.  I haven’t been this turned on in years, she
thought.  The only warning she received was the whoosh of the cane through the
air as it exploded on the lower curve of her ass.  The pain was intense, but a
bit less than she had remembered.  She almost cried out in happiness, but the
next stroke had already been delivered and it traced a line of fire across her
posterior, slightly higher than the first stroke.  She sucked in a large breath
and let it out with a groan.

The next dozen
strokes drew perfectly parallel lines across her white buttocks and each line
was made up of a set of twin red welts.  The pain was beginning to make itself
felt as a warm tingling in her exposed cunt, which was barely covered by her
downy soft pubic hair.  She wondered if the Headmaster could see the wetness
between her forcibly parted legs.

“Is that the best
you can do, old goat?” she yelled over her shoulder.

“I’d say that
sounds like a challenge, you insolent little trollop!   Let me get something
that might create a little more respect,” he said angrily.  “Don’t go away,” he
added in an oddly pleasant tone.

He returned in a
moment bearing a straight cane that was nearly four feet long.  It was made of
a white material that looked like plastic.  Amanda was not impressed.

The Headmaster
took his position to the left of her striped bottom and said in a friendly
voice, “Let’s try this pretty white cane, shall we?  Perhaps you’ll learn to
address me in a more appropriate manner.”

She tried to look
behind her to see him swing the unusual white cane, but her range of movement
was insufficient.  She heard a rather quiet rush of air, much less dramatic
than the rattan cane.  Suddenly, both hemispheres of her proud bottom felt like
they had burst from within and blown themselves to pieces in a white hot
blast.  She was unable to suppress a shrill scream that tore itself from her
throat.

“Ah, I see that
got your attention.  Let me tell you what’s going to happen next, Amanda.”

He moved around so
that he could speak directly to her face and placed a firm hand on her back. 
She could feel the warmth through the white fabric of the simple shirt.  Her
eyes were still wide with shock and she felt a bit stunned.  She thought
vaguely of trying to free herself but had no strength to attempt an escape. 

He was almost
whispering now, “Amanda, I’m going to cane you like a naughty, rebellious
schoolgirl until you agree to submit completely.  I will not stop until you say
that you’ll do anything I ask of you.  When that moment comes, I will no longer
consider you a schoolgirl.  You’ll be a mature, submissive woman and I expect
you to prove it.  I plan to ask you to engage in a sexual act that will require
great trust and total submission from you.”

She watched him
stand up and return to his post at the end of the vaulting horse.  The next
stroke of the terrible white cane landed high on the upper curves of her abused
bottom.  The pain was excruciating, but she was not about to submit to the
Headmaster’s evil demands.  She screamed louder with each blow.  After each one
he asked, “Are you ready to submit?”

After ten of the
agonizing slashes, her will was broken and she began a quiet sobbing.  The
Headmaster dropped the big cane and came around to speak with her again.

“Are you ready to
submit, Amanda?”

“Yes sir, I
submit,” she whimpered wetly.

“I expect you to
do whatever I say.  You must trust me completely.”

“I do sir,” she
nodded her acceptance and waited patiently while Monica and Cole unfastened her
from the vaulting horse.  Her badly bruised bottom limited the positions that
she could assume, but it wouldn’t matter for what was coming next.  They
supported part of her weight as they helped her to one corner of the room where
a leather sling was suspended from the ceiling by four heavy chains.

Following
instructions, Amanda leaned back onto the sling and allowed it to support her
weight.  Her legs were raised so that the ankle cuffs could be attached to the
vertical chains above her hips.   She saw that her legs were held almost
straight up, but spread far apart.  Then they fastened her wrist cuffs to the
other chains above her shoulders, so that her arms lay comfortably beside her
head on the leather sling.

The shock of her
dramatic punishment was starting to wear off and Amanda now felt an endorphin
rush more powerful than any she had experienced before.  This must be what
morphine feels like, she thought.  She was starting to feel relaxed and broke
into a big smile.

Monica was the
first to make contact with her, slowly stroking Amanda’s breasts until her
nipples stood at attention.  Cole sat on a chair between her legs.  He had
latex gloves on both hands.  Amanda could feel that the sling had positioned
her with her bottom hanging completely off the lower end.  If not for the
restraints holding her legs upright, she would have fallen off instantly.  She
was grateful, at least, for the fact that her damaged buttocks were not
touching anything at all.

Amanda tried to
imagine how her exposed genitals must look in this position.  Her most
sensitive and erogenous parts were just hanging there, suspended for Cole’s
attention and she remembered that her anus too, was available for him to use in
any way he pleased.  She was fully prepared to endure anything that he asked of
her.  Her promise of complete submission had been sincere.

As Cole began to
slowly stroke her outer lips, he spoke softly to her, “Amanda, you have a very
beautiful cunt.  You don’t look like a schoolgirl to me.  You are a mature
woman who happens to be submissive.  I’m going to prove to you that you can
submit totally.  I want you to follow my instructions as closely as possible. 
You may wish to have an orgasm or perhaps several.  It would please me very
much if you did.”

As he spoke he was
applying a water based lubricant to his latex clad fingers and allowing them to
warm up.  Using both hands, he began a sensuous massage of her inner and outer
labia that caused the blood to flow into the area, creating a warm, swelling
sensation.  Monica contributed to the sensual symphony by providing a breast
massage that was more erotic than anything that Amanda’s pretty breasts had
ever felt before.

Amanda gave
herself up to the warm, insistent touch of her two playmates.  She could feel
the affection and concern that they both had for her.  After about ten minutes
of the arousing massage, she began to flex her legs, which caused a slight
rocking motion of the sling.  It let Cole know that she was ready to be
penetrated.

“Do you want my
fingers inside you Amanda?  I’d like to hear you ask for it when you’re ready. 
You may address me as Master Cole now.”

“Please, Master
Cole, I’m ready to feel something inside me.  Please put whatever you want in
me.”

He carefully
slipped two fingers of his left hand inside her relaxed and well lubricated
vagina.  As Amanda increased her writhing motion, he massaged her g-spot for a
time, then began stroking her clitoris with the fingers of his gloved and
lubricated right hand. 

Monica was now
running her warm hands softly over Amanda’s entire torso, so she could feel the
muscle contractions that signaled the approach of the first orgasm.  She traded
glances with Cole, who nodded for her to continue.

Amanda took notice
as Monica suddenly switched from a soft stroking to hard nipple pinching and
fingernail dragging across her sensitive breasts.  The additional stimulation
forced Amanda over the apex of lust and into a full, heartfelt climax.  She
could feel the delightful sensation of her own vaginal muscles contracting on
Cole’s fingers as she came.  Before her orgasm had completely dissipated,  Cole
began moving his fingers again with an instruction, “Relax for me now Amanda. 
See how nicely filled you are?  I want to see how much more you can take for
me.”

She felt her
vagina being stretched wider.  Since she had already had an orgasm and there
was abundant lubrication, she felt no discomfort.  There was only a feeling of
greater stretching and fullness.  Another orgasm would be approaching soon, she
knew.  She pushed her hips slightly forward to offer herself more fully to
Cole.