Now he was standing next to a student’s desk in the Head Mistress’s office being asked to hold a student’s outstretched hands across the desk while the Head Mistress prepared to administer a spanking for a dress code violation. This was not what he expected when he arrived for his final orientation.
Brad thought this was unusual but then again Hillcrest Academy did pride itself on both academic achievement and discipline in the old English tradition. In fact, the whole campus gave the appearance of a private English high school. Tall brick walls covered with bougainvillea and sweet smelling jasmine surrounded the sprawling tree-covered campus. It was a well-funded school with a few imposing three-story stone covered buildings along with an outdoor pool and a small dormitory for the girls that lived on campus.
The job teaching 16-year-old girls English Literature was everything he had been looking for as a teacher. He had been a substitute teacher in the public school system for the past five years. The pay, the benefits and the potential were so much better here plus he would be teaching to students that wanted to learn. As luck would have it, a friend of a friend introduced him to the Head Mistress at a cocktail party and that was how he found out about the opening.
“Mr. Williams, are you going to help me or not?” the Head Mistress asked sharply, bringing him back to reality.
Brad looked down at the young Asian girl. He noticed her crisp uniform of a white blouse, dark black short pleated skirt, and black knee high socks and black shoes. She had shiny black hair that framed her porcelain colored face. She looked up and Brad got a look at her face. She was simply beautiful. She looked up with pleading almond shaped black eyes and glistening wet red lips. Her face was just inches away from his crotch as he held her hands.
He looked up to answer the Head Mistress and he caught a glimpse of the student’s white panty covered ass and just then felt the student’s hot breath on his crotch. He felt his face flush and his cock begin to stiffen.
“Yes, Head Mistress, I am ready to help. I have the student’s hands in mine,” he answered somewhat reluctantly.
“Ms. Yuko, you know you are being punished for a skirt that is too short. I am very disappointed with you. This is the first violation for you and I hope you will learn a lesson,” the Head Mistress said sternly as she looked down at the young student.
“I’m sorry, Head Mistress,” Ms. Yuko, or Cassie to her classmates, replied.
Cassie had never gotten into trouble before. Her good friend Megan had been spanked a number of times, once even in front of class when the teacher noticed that her blouse had too many buttons undone. It got even worse when the teacher went to remove Megan’s panties and noticed that Megan was wearing white lace panties instead of the required white cotton panties worn by all the girls. The teacher had Megan’s ass facing the classroom as she administered a stern spanking with a ruler. She had never seen the teacher, Ms. Edwards so mad.
Strangely, the whole scene aroused Cassie and she felt her juices flowing as Megan cried out from each stroke. Later that evening while Cassie was applying lotion to Megan’s red bottom, she confided in Megan that she had the urge to be spanked. That is when Megan dared her to wear a short skirt.
Cassie had been in a state of arousal the whole day. Her nipples seem especially sensitive and the urge to touch herself was getting stronger and stronger. These feelings only increased when the teacher sent her to the Head Mistress’s office. Seeing the handsome new teacher just made her youthful hormones worse. Luckily, no one could see her hard nipples through her bra and blouse. She couldn’t wait until she could find a private place to release her pent up sexual desire.
“Mr. Williams, the standard punishment for a dress code violation is six strokes.” The Head Mistress paused and then continued, “More strokes are added if the student misbehaves. Also, the spanking is usually administered via a slap of the hand on bare skin unless more intense punishment is needed.”
Brad’s heart skipped a beat in anticipation and dread on what was about to happen. He tried to look professional and uninterested but he was becoming aroused. He had never seen a spanking before especially of a bare bottom nubile young student. Ms. Yuko wasn’t helping matters, her breaths seemed to be focused directly on his swelling cock now. He discretely looked down and noticed a curious but lustful expression on her face as she licked her sensual lips. Her sexy look, her innocent schoolgirl uniform and her raised up ass generated such naughty thoughts. Ideas he never thought of before, but then again he had never been in this position.
He always wished that he could use some more discipline as a teacher but in the public schools, this type of behavior would be scandalous. Maybe that is why he was required to sign that long non-disclosure agreement earlier. He thought it was strange at the time but now it was starting to make sense. The Head Mistress said the agreement was required from all staff and parents and was meant to limit any outside interference with their outstanding results and teaching methods.
“Spread your thighs slightly, young lady so I can remove your panties,” the Head Mistress commanded, again interrupting Brad’s thoughts.
“Please Head Mistress, not in front of him,” pleaded Ms. Yuko.
The Head Mistress ignored her pleas as she bent down to remove Ms. Yuko’s white cotton panties. Mr. Williams watched with growing lust as he noticed the faint smell of Ms. Yuko’s arousal and got a good view of the Head Mistress’s cleavage.
The Head Mistress was around fifty years old, with a shapely curvy figure and sandy blond hair tied back in a bun. She was dressed attractively with a tight red V-neck top that had drawn Brad’s eyes downward to her large chest and exposed cleavage. Her grey jacket and black pinstriped slit skirt projected an air of authority with just a hint of sensuality.
The Head Mistress finished removing Ms. Yuko’s panties and looked at them with shock.
“Mr. Williams, look at her panties. Are they not damp?”
The Head Mistress tossed the girl’s panties and Brad was able to catch them mid-flight. He immediately felt the heat and the dampness of the panties.
“Yes, Head Mistress, they are damp,” Brad nervously replied as he inhaled their aroma. He didn’t know what to do with the panties so he put them in his pant’s pocket.
“Ms. Yuko, I am disappointed in your wanton urges, four more strokes for you and Mr. Williams will administer them after I am done.”
“That is not necessary, Head Mistress,” Brad interjected.
“Nonsense, plus I can make sure you know how to properly punish your students. Now, Ms. Yuko, remember to count out your strokes.”
The Head Mistress administered a sharp slap to Ms. Yuko’s left butt cheek. It was a hard slap, which pushed Ms. Yuko’s face and mouth closer to Brad’s noticeable bulge. Brad jumped both from the sound of the slap and the heat of Ms. Yuko’s breath.
“One, Head Mistress,” Ms. Yuko yelped.
Another slap, this time to her right cheek, Brad jumped again. He yearned to touch his cock. He glanced down at Ms. Yuko and saw a tear drop in her eye. Her face was flush. Her lips were parted, like they were ready to engulf his throbbing cock.
“Two, Head Mistress,” she dutifully replied.
Then two more quick slaps, hitting each cheek. The force of the slaps increased, the Head Mistress’s bosom jiggled with every slap. Brad didn’t know where to look, at the Head Mistress’s heaving breasts, Ms. Yuko’s exposed ass or down at her mouth inching closer and closer to his growing package.
“Three, Four, Head Mistress,” she quivered.
Brad held her hands tightly in his. He could feel her body shake with every slap. He pushed his body hard against the desk, his cock now less than an inch from her moist red lips.
Two more slaps, these were harder than the first four.
“Five, Six, Head Mistress,” she replied, in an urgent whisper. The force of these two slaps again moved Ms. Yuko closer to his now throbbing bulge. She flickered her tongue against his trousers and Brad clenched his teeth, holding back a moan.
“Only four more, my child,” the Head Mistress whispered soothingly as she caressed Ms. Yuko’s red cheeks unaware of Ms. Yuko’s wicked actions a moment ago.
“Now, Mr. Williams, your turn to deliver the last four strokes.”
Brad released his grip. He felt both women’s eyes on him as he walked to the other end of the desk.
The Head Mistress tried not to notice the large bulge in Brad’s pants. Hillcrest had so few male teachers and this was one of the reasons why, they created a distraction both for the students and the other teachers and staff. However, the Head Mistress was impressed with his youthful enthusiasm when she met him. Now, she was also intrigued with the large bulge in his pants. He was a tall, handsome early thirty year-old man with broad shoulders, dark hair and dark brooding eyes. If she remembered, he was divorced and unattached; at least that is what her friend told her that night at the cocktail party. She felt she could mold him into a great teacher and now maybe even something else, she thought wickedly.
“Mr. Williams, have you ever spanked someone?”
“No, Head Mistress.”
“Well, you want to spank Ms. Yuko right where her thighs and buttocks meet, at the fleshy part. It will create the greatest impact.”
“Yes, Head Mistress, I can see from the redness of her cheeks where you spanked her.”
“Do it with a open hand and the strokes should increase with intensity,” the Head Mistress added.
Brad took a moment to study Ms. Yuko’s exposed ass. Her skin was bright red where the Head Mistress had hit her. This contrasted nicely with Ms. Yuko’s pale creamy white thighs. Brad’s eyes were drawn to her ass crack and then downwards to her exposed asshole and her hair-covered pussy. Her pussy was glistening with moisture, which sent another surge of lust through his body. His mouth was dry; Ms. Yuko’s musky aroma was even stronger. Brad thought it was strange that the Head Mistress hadn’t commented on it before but maybe this had happened with other spankings.
“Go ahead Mr. Williams, spank this naughty girl. Remember, to start a new count, Ms. Yuko,” the Head Mistress commanded.
“Ready, Ms. Yuko?”
“Yes, sir,” Cassie replied.
Mr. Williams slapped Ms. Yuko’s left cheek and then another slap to the right cheek.
“One, Two, sir,” she groaned as her hands clenched the edge of the dress. Cassie felt an orgasm building and fear struck her. Not here, not now, she thought.
Brad could see Ms. Yuko’s body tremble slightly. His own body was tense with adrenaline, power and unfilled lust. Just two more, he thought.
Brad pulled his arm back, remembering that these needed to be harder. His third slap landed on her left buttock and as he removed his hand, it slid over her wet pussy and Ms. Yuko quivered and clenched her legs.
“Three, sir,” she groaned.
“Open wide young lady or you will receive more strikes,” the Head Mistress threatened.
Brad was almost panting as he struck her for the last time.
“Four sir,” she sighed with relief.
Brad waited for Ms. Yuko to get up but she remained almost still except for her heaving chest, lying on top of the desk, her legs again squeezed tightly together.
“Mr. Williams, it is customary and expected that you will now soothe the punished student’s bottom with some lotion.”
The Head Mistress walked over to her desk and brushed Mr. William’s pants “accidently” as she reached for the lotion. The physical contact sent a jolt through his body.
“Sorry, Mr. Williams,” the Head Mistress coyly responded.
Brad took the lotion and warmed it in his hands before gently rubbing it on Ms. Yuko’s firm but tender cheeks. Cassie willingly spread her legs as he spread the lotion and bit her lip as his fingers again flickered across her throbbing pussy. Even with biting her lip, she couldn’t help but let out a low, sexy groan.
The Head Mistress sensed how close both Mr. Williams and Ms. Yuko were to their sexual limits and needed to act fast. She wanted to make the most of this unexpected opportunity.
“Okay, Ms. Yuko, thank Mr. Williams for your punishment and back to class. We don’t want to see you here again, do we, Mr. Williams?”
“No, Head Mistress, we don’t,” Mr. Williams reluctantly replied as he backed away from Ms. Yuko’s inviting young ass and moist pussy.
Cassie got up slowly, she felt dizzy, and her heart was racing. All she wanted was to get out of the Head Mistress’s office without having a massive orgasm. She felt her nectar dripping down her thigh as she got up off the desk.
She took one last look at both the Head Mistress and Mr. Williams. She resisted the urge to grab his swollen cock. At that moment, she knew what she would be masturbating about later that day and she knew she wanted to see Mr. Williams cock somehow somewhere and soon.
“Thank-you Mr. Williams for my punishment. I deserved it,” Ms. Yuko said as she bowed down and backed out of the office.
“Lets finish our conversation now on my office sofa, Mr. Williams,” the Head Mistress said as she closed her office door and sat down on the sofa facing Mr. Williams.
How Brad wished the Head Mistress wasn’t present. He wanted to lick and fuck Ms. Yuko so bad that his cock ached. All he could think about now was how to release his pent up urges.
Brad sat down facing the Head Mistress, their knees almost touching on the sofa. He noticed that the Head Mistress’s skirt had inched up her thighs, the slit exposing the top of her stockings and a glimpse of a red garter belt. Brad’s cock twitched, just as it was beginning to lose its hardness from the spanking.
“Mr. Williams, is something the matter?” the Head Mistress asked innocently.
“No,” Mr. Williams gasped in shock and pleasure as the Head Mistress’s fingers slowly ran up his leg and stroked his hard cock.
“I think you have a problem that I can help you with,” the Head Mistress cooed as she continued to rub his cock.
“Let me see it, pull it out for me,” she urged with lustful desire.
Her touch was electric. He leaned over and kissed the Head Mistress with passion, his tongue flickering inside her warm mouth. She returned his advance and then pushed him away.
“Show me your cock,” she demanded.
Brad, panting and willing to do anything at this point, stood up briefly and dropped his trousers and underwear. His cock sprang free and was waving in the air, like a sword waiting for battle.
It was now the Head Mistress’s turn to moan, “Oh fuck!”
Brad’s cock was a little less than seven inches but it was thick and his balls were full. He had a little more hair than the Head Mistress would like but it would do.
“Sit down, while I strip for you. Stroke your cock but don’t you dare cum.”
Brad gladly sat down as the Head Mistress stood up. She removed her red blouse, revealing a red lace bra…
