A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) Read Free Page A

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fulfil menial tasks, is that right?"
    She nodded her agreement.
    "Does it excite you sexually to be manipulated?"
    "Yes," she croaked in a nervous little voice.
    He paused again, watching the woman blush at her admission
that she was subservient; her experiencing shame at admitting that
she became aroused by being controlled.
    "Did you enjoy the spanking I gave you earlier
today?"
    She swallowed and half-nodded.
    "It was embarrassing," she squeaked hesitantly, "particularly
within the school..."
    "Did you or did you not?" he raved impatiently, his face
flushing in anger at her inability to give him a direct
answer.
    "Yes," she almost shouted back in her nervousness.
    The headmaster stood silently, furthering his command over her
and revelling in her trembling fear of him.
    "Learning comes in many forms and punishment always follows
failure to comply fully with my instructions," he
cautioned.
    She nodded her acceptance, her wide eyes staring up at him and
filled with worshipping awe.
    "I will train you, teach and guide you, all you have to do is
absorb that knowledge and comply with everything that I tell you to
do. Is that clear?"
    Again the woman nodded, her reply was little more than a soft
whisper.
    "Yes," she said.
    He nodded and grunted his acceptance.
    "Undo the next few buttons on your blouse, show your breasts
to me bitch."
    Again she gasped, his words, the insult and the demeaning way
he was treating her struck accord deep within her.
    Slowly her hands came up to her blouse, hesitating
tantalisingly at the join at the front. Her fingers trembled,
shaking in her nervousness and excitement; the long red-painted
fingernails eased the buttons slowly open to part the front of her
blouse. As the two halves of her blouse were pulled open the full
beauty of her firm breasts was revealed, the silky swelling orbs
pushed up and together by the little lacy black bra to form a tight
cleft of most appealing cleavage. She stood passively as he ogled
her mounds, his eyes seemed to bore down through into her body so
intense was his interest in them.
    When he spoke again his voice was thick with arousal, his
throat dry and his need great, it was portrayed in the way his deep
voice cracked.
    "The first lesson and the subject tonight is posture. Correct
posture will increase your commanding air and help to build
confidence in you that others will recognise. Remove your blouse
and skirt."
    It took a moment for his last instruction to register in her
brain; the woman only began to comply as his threatening body
movement prompted her to do so. Under his scrutinising stare she
slipped the blouse off her shoulders and threw it aside, instantly
her fingers moved to release the catch on the waistband of her
skirt and it slipped down her body to crumple around her
ankles.
    She stood now in just her underwear and black hold-up
stockings, the sensual black lace and thin wispy nylon contrasting
wonderfully against her pale creamy skin. The thin black bra strap
across her back and shoulders formed a most appealing little
harness that restrained her breasts, the black three-quarter cups
constricting the swelling orbs most delightfully. At the back, the
single thin thread of her panties pulled harshly down between the
cleft of her buttocks, separating them into two most tempting firm
mounds of desire.
    The headmaster drooled over the swelling mounds as he moved
around behind her and to her side; he delighted in the way she gave
an involuntary little shiver of fearful expectation.
    "What are you?" he demanded.
    The woman turned her head to look at him
questioningly.
    "Why, a teacher of course."
    Her hips jerked forward under the impact, her back arching as
the thin cane stung across the taut mounds of her buttocks.The
thwack of the cane on her skin resounded around the otherwise
silent room and she cried out as the burning pain seeped deeply
down into her flesh.
    "A slut!" he raved loudly, "a teasing slut that is worthy only
of being abused and