(Once written at the request of a fellow fabber, now edited for anonymity for the masses, enjoy.)
…and given the latest plans for expansion of the esteemed University, The headmaster smiled to himself. It was rare for that level of education to demand uniform of its pupils, but the results of its students spoke for themselves. He ran a finger along the edge of the file before him, calloused from years of handling papers and dousing naked flames from his wax seals. The old fashioned way, that was what he liked to think of it; nothing could ever beat bound files, handwritten letters or the many accoutrements of keeping oneself to that fashion. Computers will come and computers will go, but even the physical left behind by troglodytes still stood the passage of time some few thousand years later.
His musings were interrupted by a knock at his door. Almost forgetting where he was, he shook his head free of thoughts, stuttering slightly as he commanded whomever called at his door to enter. It was his secretary who knew better than to walk into his office, instead opting to peak her head around the old, heavy wooden door to advise that his quarry had arrived.
“Thank you Mary, send her in,” he said as he stood upright as he always did; nothing set the tone quite like the imposing dominion of height.
A few seconds later, the door once again knocked and just so, he commanded a faceless visitor to enter. The door creaked open slowly as if it too was wary as the secretary had been to enter his domain. The headmaster turned his head to look out the window as thunder cracked and lightning streaked across the dark, ominous sky. He had hardly heard his visitor enter the room, but the sound of a gentle cough to catch his attention alerted him to their presence. He took a deep breath, still looking out the window.
“Miss Jennifer, you know why you’re here, don’t you?” Silence followed. “We are a prestigious school for the gifted, do you think it important that we not only pride ourselves in our collective intellectual capacity, but also in our presentation to those that wish to become part of such an exclusive University?”
“Y…Yes Sir,” uttered the young woman.
“Then can you tell me why you are even here today? Can you tell me why you’ve taken it upon yourself to, from what I hear, make a mockery of your uniform?”
The young woman’s nervous fumbling caught his ire enough to direct his gaze from the window. He turned, ready to verbally castrate his student, but instead of a tirade of angry words, he was instead dumbfounded by the vision that lay before him. In that fleeting moment, he managed to assess her from head to toe.
There she stood, a little over five foot with long, dark hair divided equally into two, innocent looking ponytails. Doe eyes that could exsanguinate a man’s soul, blood red ruby lips and a figure that would put Old Father Time’s hourglass to shame. She had long, toned legs, crowned by, from what he could tell, a very pert ass…
“Ass?” he asked himself inwardly. Where on earth had his mind pulled such a crass term from? Derrière, behind, rear… and on a risqué day, butt… all almost perfectly acceptable and well-mannered terms, but ass?
He eyed her cautiously, noticing how she had her tie loosened around her neck, its tongue weaving playfully down and across her shirt that had one too many buttons undone to reveal her cleavage. “Such a lucky tie,” he said to himself, again shaking his head at the thoughts that were now forcing their way from somewhere deep down.
Her skirt has been worn in such a way that it was well above the knee. She had stood with a posture that was not quite directly facing him so that he could even make out where her ass met her leg in the most mouthwatering way… again, he scolded himself inwardly, “Gluteus fold,” what kind of spell was this little witch casting on him?
She swayed to the side a little, perhaps retracting a little uncomfortably from his gaze and in doing so, her hem raised that little bit more to reveal her white, cotton panties which covered what little modesty she had left. Their sight was enough to push the headmaster over the edge as his mind descended utterly and completely into the most depraved and debaucherous thoughts. Like a spark to dry kindle causing the most ferocious of fires, so too did this young woman’s presence and appearance awaken something that had been buried so deep, he did not even know it existed. Like long dormant volcano erupting, his mind was aflame with the most animalistic want and desire that he could do nothing to defend himself against it.
He walked around the giant oak table, removing the only divide that kept her from his reach and in doing so, lifted an old pointer which he expertly whipped through the air to find itself mere millimetres from her flesh. “So what’s this?” he exclaimed as the pointer touches her open blouse, its end passing across her skin. She had no time to answer before he again whipped it through the air, this time to rest within a hair’s width of her backside. “And this?!”
She cautiously eyed him sideways and as she opened her mouth to say something, he moved the pointer outward and brought it back toward her, lightly grazing the skin of of her butt through what little material covered it. She let out an involuntary gasp and bit her bottom lip. He did again and this time, something of a moan escaped.
“Well, Miss Jennifer, shall I show you how I’ll discipline you?” he said, lips curled at the sides devilishly.
She read the situation, realising what might next be in store. A subtle grin crossed her face as she gently nodded. He headmaster grabbed the chair from beside her and sat down, leaving his arms to dangle down be its sides. No words were needed. She dutifully approached him and lowered her stomach across his knees, placing her hands on the carpet below. She heard the swish of the pointer through the air as she watched the inanimate carpet beneath her. She felt her skirt being lifted up and laid across her back… but then there was nothing. No movement, no return swish of the pointer. The anticipation began to play with her mind and lit a fire of her own that started deep within her loins. She squirmed a little but it must have been a little too much for in that instant, the swish of that metal pointer slicing through the air pierced the silence and as it met her skin with a loud whip, the burning sensation she had lusted and waited for crossed her buttocks; a sweet yet painful aftertaste.
Again, the sound of the pointer being raised alerted her to the beginning of another strike but instead of it meeting her skin again, she saw it fall just above her hands on the carpet. With barely enough time to register what had happened, she felt the full force of his hand being brought down to her skin. He began to spank her, just hard enough to bring new waves of excitement rippling through her body.
“And what’s this?” he uttered as she felt his hand find its way between her thighs, resting on her crotch. “It feels like you’re enjoying this,” he said in a half serious tone as he pulled her panties to one side and deftly placed his fingers within her. She let out a moan, feeling him explore her with his large hands. It was true, she was enjoying the moment. She had often seen the headmaster walking the halls in his three piece suit and had thought about him on more than one occasion but never had she thought anything could ever come of those fantasies.
A familiar and welcome feeling started to pulsate somewhere deep within as the headmaster stalwartly continued his dexterous onslaught until she could no longer control herself cravings as they gave way to wave upon wave of pleasure. Her legs shook as she buckled over his knees, breathless from his matured, expert hand. She had little time to compose herself before he manhandled her to standing position, lifting her by the waist onto the table. She instinctively clawed for his zipper and within seconds, he had again pulled her panties to the side as she in turn guided his member into her.
They both groaned involuntarily, she in feeling his girth stretch her very satisfyingly and he in feeling the hot warmth of her wrapped around him. They stood still for a moment, revelling in the feeling of each other. What followed next was perhaps the most exciting, invigorating sex either of them had ever had as they moved in unison together, like two rabid creatures intent on devouring each other whole. Like a master blacksmith at craft, every blow they made together created sparks of molten desire. He watched as her skin began to glisten across her chest as she too viewed the same across his forehead. The feelings of want and desire between them both began to well up as she whispered that she was coming. That only acted as fuel to the fire for him as he thrust harder and began to grunt and growl. Their rhythm increased as she pushed her whole body to meet each of his thrusts. What had started as a desperate want now felt like a mad sprint to a finishing line until, in a mix of panting and shaking, they both tensed together as waves of pleasure shook through their bodies like a violent earthquake. With one final thrust, he grabbed her by her butt, impaling her with all his might as she felt him spasm deep within her.
They stayed for what seemed like an age, allowing their bodies to enjoy their hard-earned rewards, and their minds to catch up to their bodies. As the headmaster lent forward into her, his head came to rest on her shoulder. She threw her head back, enjoying the moment but was surprised to hear his hushed tones whisper in her ear, “That’s your first lesson, but lessons don’t let you escape detention. My office, after school, every day this week. And don’t turn up like you did today.” |
