A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) (8 page)

It was a non-erotic sight to the headmaster, the bitch stood,
her legs parted wide and her knees bent to spread her thighs wider
still. She wiped back and forth with the towel in a grotesque
cleaning of revulsion, he decided at that moment that the bitch
would suffer for reducing his excitement.

"Enough!" he barked. "Strip now and take your
beating."

The woman undressed, her head down and uncertain of her ageing
body as her breasts and oversized belly came into view.

"Seen better days haven't you?" the headmaster stated with a
hint of disappointment in his voice.

The teacher averted her gaze but nodded her
acknowledgement.

He pointed to a stack of white tablecloths to the side of the
room.

"Place your hands on the pile and bend over."

Whilst the woman assumed the position, the headmaster took a
linen pillowcase and wound it into a long and thick flexible club.
He slapped it several times into the palm of his hand to test it
and delighted in her fearful whimper in response to the wicked dull
thud it produced. He positioned himself to the side of her,
weighing the flexible club threateningly and ogling her backside.
The headmaster had to admit to himself that apart from her sagging
breasts and her wobbly belly that the woman was actually possessed
a neat naked form. Her buttocks were tight and firm enough, her
waist and narrow hips a delight to see and the large labia peeping
out between the tops of her thighs made his cock jerk in urgent
need for her.

The dull thud echoed around the silent room as he swung in
with the rolled pillowcase to land a brutal lash on her
backside.

The woman squealed and cried out, her whole body jolted under
the impact and her buttocks tensed as the burning pain seeped
deeply down through her body.

"Oh Christ that hurt, no more please," she said between gulped
breaths as she coped with the agonising pain.

"Silence slut," the headmaster hissed venomously and then
struck again.

Again and again he whipped her, aiming the blows so that the
tailing end of the knotted pillowcase flicked around to sting at
the side of her outer thigh. The bitch would take it; she would
endure the pain, suffering and humiliation simply to receive his
cock up her. He lashed at her harder for it, turning her backside
into a mass of red blotchiness with deeper red contusions to mar
the otherwise pale flesh. At length he paused, panting hard in his
excitement and steadying his rising climax so as to prolong the
pleasure.

"Lay on your back on the tablecloth stack," he
instructed.

The woman straightened cautiously, tentatively touching at her
sore backside but moving over the to waist high pile of white
tablecloths. With some difficulty in her discomfort she mounted the
wide stack, turned onto her back and lay back.

"Spread you legs then slut," the headmaster snapped in
irritation.

The teacher did as she was bid, drawing up her knees and
parting them wide to offer her gaping sex to the man. She rested
her head back, closed her eyes and prepared to accept the
long-awaited hot cock up inside her.

He lashed down with the knotted pillowcase in an overhead
swipe of tremendous force, lashing it down to strike hard on the
jutting bud of her erect clitoris and her enflamed pussy
lips.

Her upper body jerked up, her eyes locked wide as the searing
pain registered in her brain, her mouth gaped open and a gurgle
came from her throat.

"Good?" he chuckled, "I lied, I'll whip your pussy
too."

Again he struck and then again, the headmaster's excitement
went to fever pitch as the bitch began to moan and groan in
pleasure, the initial shock over she parted her thighs wider still
to accept the sweet sensations of pain. Five times he struck her
before he could hold back no longer, he cast the pillowcase aside,
moved in and pushed his cock up into her wet pussy in one forceful
heated lunge.

The woman sighed and grunted, bucking her hips hard back
against him in a frantic rush toward her peak as he pumped his cock
in and out of her. She was like a woman possessed, her hands
gripped at the edges of the stack to grip handfuls of linen, her
back arched and her mouth opened and closed as the heady feelings
rushed through her. She planted her feet firmly on the stack, using
her braced legs and thighs to lift her hips and pussy to gain more
of his cock inside her. She was grunting, animal-like in her high
state of sexual bliss, urging him harder into her on each inward
thrust. The woman cried out as she felt the warm jets of his sperm
being injected up inside her and came to a crashing orgasm, wailing
her pleasure as the tremors of climax ripped through her. She
tensed and flinched, shuddered and groaned before slumping back
fully sated onto the soft linen surface.

"Fantastic," she breathed, "simply fantastic."

The headmaster slowed his strokes, finishing his orgasm in a
deliberate slow pumping and revelling in her obvious delight at the
feel of him. She looked pathetic, grateful and so very pliable, he
would use her again, if not for sex then simply as a toy to abuse
and to endure pain. She would serve him well now as a devoted and
compliant slut that he could abuse and humiliate all he wished -
and the slut would take it all.

Chapter 4

His two guests sat back smugly in the deeply upholstered
Chesterfields in his private study, cuddling their brandy glasses
and grinning at his request.

"But we cannot possibly influence the decisions on the board
of governors," the ageing and balding man protested.

"Oh but you most certainly can," the headmaster countered and
gulped at his brandy. "I have known you both for years, it was both
of you that recommended me for the post here and now I want my
appointment made permanent."

"Impossible," the taller man stated flatly and helped himself
to another brandy from the decanter on the coffee table between
them.

The headmaster shook his head.

"There are, as you know, six seats on the board of governors
and I have gained two votes there already, add your two, and I am
head of this school for evermore."

By their expressions and the way they shifted uncomfortably in
their seats both men though the idea less than exciting.

"We have already helped you in gaining your appointment," the
fat man said and shrugged his shoulders to further display their
unwillingness to assist.

The headmaster gave a wry smile and topped up his own
glass.

"Perhaps an incentive is required?"

"You can't bribe me," the taller man spat in disgust, "no
amount of money will sway me."

"I wasn't thinking money," the headmaster countered
acidly.

An uncomfortable silence followed before the fat man broke
it.

"So what then if not money?"

The headmaster sat back in his armchair and crossed his legs
casually.

"You Henry - and you John, both have certain sexual
preferences. Young girls I believe?"

"Blackmail is it?" the taller man shouted angrily and stood
up.

Unruffled, the headmaster continued in a calm and controlled
tone.

"No, not blackmail at all, an incentive, a sexual
incentive."

The taller man sat back down, his interest now roused, the fat
man edged to the front off his seat, his face flushed and eyes
blazing excitement.

"The pupils here..."

"But they are under age," the tall man protested
weakly.

The headmaster smiled and said in a low and teasing
tone.

"Not the sixth formers though, they are all above the age of
consent."

The fat man was sweating, wringing his hands and breathing
hard.

"You Henry," the headmaster stated, "you'd like to get into
the knickers of some of the older girls here - wouldn't
you?"

The man swallowed hard.

"I've seen you," the headmaster continued, "the way you leer
and ogle those fresh young legs and try to see up their skirts when
they are sitting. You'd love to get inside some of those fresh
young pussies wouldn't you?"

The man cleared his throat and nodded.

"I can make it happen," the headmaster said and
paused.

The taller man spoke first.

"You mean that...you can actually...with those young
beauties?"

The headmaster gulped at his drink and spoke with a casual
ease.

"I can, and with some of the female staff if you
wish."

The two men looked at one another, the taller man again
spoke.

"My!" he sighed wistfully, "That new staff member...the little
petite brunette, now she would be..."

"She's an excellent fuck," the headmaster stated loudly and
then sat grinning. "Had her only last night and what a pretty
little body she has on her too."

The two men stared incredulously, searching his face for signs
of jest and found none.

"You mean that we can..."

"Fuck the little sluts if you vote for me? The answer to that
is an emphatic yes. Get my position made permanent and you can have
lots of fresh young girls to sate your sexual needs."

"And the brunette?" the taller man asked greedily seeking
confirmation that she would be included in the deal.

The headmaster smiled.

"I am even willing to offer her as a taster tomorrow evening,
as a sign of good faith shall we say."

"Yes!" the taller man blurted, "we have a deal."

The headmaster looked to the balding fat man,
Henry.

"And you?"

The man was almost beside himself with excitement.

"Done! Count me in."

***

It was the tiny little brunette, the one with such wide
pleading eyes that her expression seemed permanently one of
innocent naivety. She was flouncing along the corridor ahead of
him, turning her head slightly at odd times so as to assure herself
that her display was being noticed. The slut wiggled her cute
little backside to make her pleated skirt swing from side to side
and to give fleeting glimpses of her upper thighs.

"What are you doing here?" he called after her, "This corridor
is out of bounds to pupils."

She halted and turned, her expression one of joy and was
trying hard to contain a smile.

"Taking a short cut sir."

He moved close, towering over the tiny child and looking down
into her watery dark eyes. The headmaster felt his cock stir within
his trousers and as he caught the scent of her perfume and his cock
pulsed in excited little jerks.

"You are next for the interview aren't you? When is
it?"

"Yes, tomorrow sir, at five o'clock."

He held her gaze silently for many moments, transmitting his
need through his gaze and she responded likewise, a deep and
longing gaze filled with mischief. He started back to the present
and broke the sexually charged spell.

"Don't be late then," he cautioned and smiled.

Without breaking her stare up at him she said
brightly.

"I won't be, sir."

The girl turned and walked away, swinging her hips more since
she had achieved her aim.

He watched her until she turned the corner at the end of the
long corridor, then adjusted his erection in his trousers and went
into the study muttering softly to himself.

***

She was naked and waiting for him inside the open cottage
door, as she had been told to be. The young teacher watched the
headmaster place the holdall on the table and the then closed the
door.

"Close it but don't lock it," he said simply and busied
himself with the contents of his bag.

She stood ready and to attention in the centre of the room,
totally naked but still wearing her high-heeled black shoes. She
gave no protest as from behind he took one of her wrists and began
binding the thick cord around it.

"Did you learn anything from the other evening
slut?"

"Yes," she said nervously, "I have learned to obey you. That
punishment is pain and that it follows failure."

"Indeed it does and so it should. What else did you
learn?"

He bound both her wrists together, crossing them over one
another behind her back.

"That the sex...well, brutal and rough though it
was..."

"But you enjoyed it," he said as he began tying a second cord
around her arm just above the elbow.

"Yes," she admitted softly.

"And the caning?"

She gasped in pain, as her elbows were pulled sharply in
together behind her back and tied securely.

"The caning I didn't like, but the way you control me, order
me around and..."