A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) Read Free

fact that they knew, were aware of
him standing watching and they played it to the full. The little
sluts would pose and strut, offering their bodies in profile and
sticking their chests out, bending and stooping more than was
necessary simply to display themselves to him. Like the little slut
that sat to tie her shoelace, she positioned herself with her legs
toward him, her knees drawn up and parted deliberately to show the
dark gusset of her knickers to him. They were whores, teasing
little harlots that were becoming aware of their sexuality, their
bodies and sexual needs awakening and he intended to aid them every
step of the way.
    His cock jerked in involuntary reaction within his trousers as
he made his selection, much as he would like, he couldn't possibly
fuck them all. Only the ripest, the most likely and the most
tempting would go on his list to begin with and then, as the year
progressed, who could tell? Perhaps he might just get to make every
single one of the sluts squeal in pain, to revel in the heady
feelings as their sweet little pussies and backsides were being
violated. At that thought the headmaster pushed his hands deeper
down into his trouser pockets, gripped his cock and groaned his
need for the dirty little bitches flaunting themselves before
him.

 
    ***
     
    At precisely eight o'clock he arrived at the young teacher's
cottage door, knocked and waited impatiently for her to answer,
tapping his foot and sighing loudly. The cottage wasn't that large
and she could now only be hesitating or double-checking her
appearance before answering the door, either way it reinforced the
fact that she was nervous and wary of him, that pleased him
much.
    As the door opened he was most pleasantly surprised, the bitch
had gone to much trouble to dress and present herself for him and
the results were stunning. Her hair had been styled with care to
the way he liked, her face was made up and blood red lipstick,
glossy and sensual, coated her full lips. A tight and long sleeved
blouse hugged her slim waist and pulled harshly over her thrusting
breasts with three buttons open at the neck to give the faintest
hint of the beginning of her firm cleavage. The skirt was tight and
short, finishing mid way up her slender thighs to show the
beginnings of the tops of her black stockings. The woman bathed in
his obvious delight, beaming back a smile as his eyes roamed her
body greedily. That smile dropped from her face as the headmaster
pushed past her and stepped into her lounge without speaking. She
in turn eyed nervously the long thin can he carried in his hand as
she closed and locked the door.
    "Stand here," he commanded in a firm and masterly tone. The
headmaster pointed with the cane to the spot on the floor that he
required her to move to and waited as the woman meekly
complied.
    "Shoulders back, head up and chin out," he snapped in
irritation.
    A little involuntary gasp escaped her lips and she
straightened her body as ordered.
    "You want to learn, is that right?"
    "Yes," she said a little too eagerly.
    He broke a grin and leaned close to bring his face close to
her ear, a move designed to intimidate and to threaten.
    "Your instruction begins tonight then, learn well my teasing
little harlot for I am a most demanding taskmaster when imparting
knowledge."
    He paused and moved around to her front, standing close and
commandingly before the smaller woman. His tongue licked over his
lips greedily and his eyes searched the open neck of her blouse
lustfully. His tone was now one of teaching and
assessment.
    "You like to be controlled, is that right?"
    She tried to speak, her lips moved but no words
came.
    "Answer me!" he shouted angrily.
    The woman started at the suddenness and venom with which his
words were delivered.
    "Yes," she stated nervously and flicked her eyes up
momentarily to gauge the depth of his anger.
    He paused and his smile broadened to a knowing
grin.
    "I thought so. You like to be ordered around and instructed