Please Don't Spank Me, Headmistress!

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Released: 2010-11-28

The board declared the Oxbrook School for Girls “out of control” after the rash of pranks last year, so they installed corporal punishment and hired a beautiful new Headmistress to deliver it! But Abigail, Bonnie,  Rene and Claire decided they would not be so easily cowed and vowed to test Miss Willoughby’s resolve. They soon learned a startling fact: Bad girls got the cane, but good girls got so much more!

A fourth blow fell and Abigail felt her knees buckle but she managed to hold onto the desk. She was sobbing openly now. The Headmistress appeared to take pity on her because she stopped and approached, her fingers lightly stroking her bottom. It felt soothing and Abigail didn’t care how it might look. Anything to keep from being beaten!

“Now, calm down. This will be over soon,” she cooed and Abigail felt herself relax under her ministrations. She was so beautiful, why did she have to be so mean? “Don’t forget to count.”

“Uh… four, thank you, mum,” she snuffled.

Abigail felt the woman’s fingers barely stroke that most private part of her and it had the most extraordinary effect. Instead of being upset, she felt enormous gratitude. It was as if in the midst of pain, she was being given a hint of pleasure and she wanted more of it. So she didn’t move when she felt the fingers return and brush against the folds of skin between her legs.

The Headmistress pulled away and picked up the cane. Abigail groaned.

Whack! Whack! Two more blows fell and she managed to count after each one, although her head was roaring with pain and her bottom danced. She was only half-way done!

This time, when the Headmistress approached her, Abigail was eager to accept her touch. She felt her intimate part open toward her fingers like a flower. When the touch came, she gasped and realized she was growing wet. She felt embarrassment mixed with shame and yet, she wanted more. Anything but the cane!

“Now your bottom is quite well marked,” she said soothingly. “I imagine it will be difficult for you to sit down tomorrow in class. But you can stand in the back and do your lessons. Of course, everyone will know you’ve been punished. They will be full of questions, I’m sure.”

All the while, her fingers were barely brushing her wounds, occasionally dropping down to tease her sex. Abigail found herself becoming shameless and tipped her hips to give the Headmistress freer access to her moist treasure. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her, but it felt very good.

“Just a few more,” she said and pulled her hands away.

Abigail groaned inwardly and steeled herself for the cane. Two more blows fell and she screamed out the count, her thighs shaking with the effort to keep her upright. She clung to the desk as if it were a life raft.

Again the fingers returned, soothing her pain and hinting at the pleasure that could be hers. She pressed back against the hand and was rewarded with a bit more friction before the fingers pulled away. Abigail could tell she was very wet now and didn’t care. The only things that mattered were the count that told her when her ordeal might end and the gentle fingers that gave her a tiny respite.

Another blow fell and another one. She cried out the ten she had received and thought she might make it before collapsing.

“You understand that bad girls get the cane, while good girls get quite a bit more,” she said, her fingers brushing up against her sex again. She nodded and moaned her agreement, even though she didn’t quite understand what Miss Willoughby meant. The fingers were more insistent now, and the pleasure began to swell and rise up into her stomach and breasts. Abigail shuddered and wondered if she might actually climax and wasn’t sure if that was expected of her or not.