"Erica Schmidt reporting for punishment, Mr. Hopkins!" The words came out slowly and with obvious effort, and it was readily apparent that the attractive teenager who uttered them was having great difficulty retaining her composure.
Seated behind his oversize walnut desk, the Headmaster of Marshall Girl's Academy did not at first look up from the report he was reading.
The office of the chief administrative executive of the exclusive girl's school located in the north of England was quite austere and not calculated to ease the anxiety of the miscreants who were regularly required to report there for discipline. At the moment, the only relief came from a partially opened window, through which drifted a warm breeze that served as a reminder that the spring of 1939 had been one of the most pleasant in years.
"Mr. Hopkins…" The girl's words trailed off in despair. The comely eighteen-year-old knew that the wait was deliberate, and designed to increase her apprehension as well as humiliate her. Her hands clutched nervously behind her back, she could barely stand still. Her dark blue eyes constantly darted around the room, anxiously searching for that whippy, pencil-thin cane that she dreaded so much. For some reason which she did not comprehend, the hateful instrument was nowhere in sight.
Normally, it was prominently on display.
At last, Mr. Hopkins set aside the report and looked up at the obviously troubled teenager who stood in front of him. A hasty glance satisfied him that she had complied with the academy rule that required all girls to report for punishment attired in their full school uniform. This consisted of white blouse, plaid tie, pleated black gym slip held in at the waist by a red sash tied at the wearer's left, black stockings, and three-inch spike heel black patent leather pumps with straps from behind the ankle tied in a bow in front.
The schoolgirl uniform did not conceal the fact that Erica possessed a highly promising figure, buxom and shapely. Her long blonde hair, tied in two pigtails, hung nearly to her waist in back, and the juvenile style required by school rules looked quite incongruous when compared with the obvious fullness of her plump breasts, which proudly pressed outward against the jumper of her gym slip. Enhanced by her black stockings and elegant footwear, her shapely legs and highly arched feet looked absolutely stunning. Her gym slip was hemmed to end a full six inches above her knees, because the archaic and absurd school rules were designed to make the girls feel juvenile and this was supposedly accomplished by requiring them to wear styles associated with young girls.
But as Erica and numerous other girls had discovered, the absurdly short gym slips could create effects quite unintended by their sponsors. For, as the girls had learned, some to their embarrassment and others to their intense delight, the combination of short skirts, black stocking tops and milk white thighs was completely mesmerizing to the masculine eye. By flashing her white thighs, contrasting vividly with her black stocking tops and garter belt, a girl could usually get exactly what she wanted from the opposite sex.
"So we meet again, Erica!" Mr. Hopkins finally spoke. The statement had its obvious implications, and their eyes met with understanding.
"Please, Frank…" Erica spoke hastily, using a form of address that no other girl in the school would have dared employ.
The Headmaster put up his hand in a manner that indicated that such familiarity was forbidden, at least at this stage of the proceedings.
Her face hotly flushed, Erica made no further attempt to speak and lowered her eyes demurely.
Frank picked up the registration form that contained Erica's vital statistics, and read parts of it aloud: "Erica Schmidt. Born 1921.
Native of Hamburg, Germany. Father, an importer currently working in Liverpool. Speaks English and French fluently."
With a shrug, he tossed the form back on his desk. "Let's face it, Erica," he said quietly. "With the state of the world being what it is, you'll go back to Germany this summer and that will be the last we'll see of each other. So this will probably be the last time you will report to me for punishment." He hesitated slightly before pronouncing the last word, as if it were not really adequate to describe what was to transpire between them.
"Please, Frank, couldn't we just skip the punishment part of it," Erica spoke with obvious distress. "Let me… You know what I like to do for you!"
The Headmaster feigned amused indifference to the young girl's statement. "That's surprising," he remarked with the slightest tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "Particularly considering the offense for which you have been sent here!"
Erica's face colored visibly at the reference to her misdeed. Frank reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a confidential and quite detailed report from one of the instructresses regarding a Lesbian incident involving Erica and another girl. The two of them had been caught in the ultimate Lesbian embrace, which the Victorian minded authoress of the report had described in highly critical terms but with what might appear to be an unnecessary attention to detail.
"Their knickers were completely removed," Frank read aloud from the report. "Their gym slips were rolled up above the waist. They were still wearing their garter belts and stockings. The two of them were simultaneously performing a contemptible act with their mouths and tongue, in a pose that is sometimes described as the French position.
Both of them were displaying a great deal of emotion."
Erica wriggled with girlish shame as the details of her misconduct were read out.
"Erica, I must say that I'm shocked to get this type of report about you, of all people," Frank remarked as he set the report down.
"I'm not a Lesbian," Erica defended herself heatedly. "And you know it!
It's just that… around here there aren't many boys, and a girl gets … gets itchy!"
"Yes, of course," Frank replied dryly. "Your fellow miscreant has already been punished," he added. "Six of the best!"
His mind flashed back to the incident, which had occurred only an hour before. Attired in a uniform that exactly matched the one that Erica was wearing, the hapless culprit had been obliged to bend over the back of a straight chair until her rounded bottom was higher than the rest of her body. Frank prepared her himself, slowly lifting the hem of her gym slip to reveal the enticing combination of black stocking tops, white thighs, black garter belt and lush feminine bottom encased in tightly stretched black panties. He pulled the panties down all the way to her ankles, catching a brief glimpse of bright pink cuntal lips as the miserable girl attempted to hold her legs as closely together as possible, and allowing his fingers to brush momentarily against the bows of her high-heeled shoes.
The six cuts of the cane had been applied with deliberate slowness, the highly flexible cane cracking like a twig snapping each time it made contact with her tender feminine buttocks. Although the first application of the cane had produced a loud gasp, the stouthearted girl had managed to bear the correction in a relatively stoic manner. Tears were streaming down her eyes, however, when Frank personally replaced her panties for her and allowed her to depart.
"Not the cane!" Erica pleaded, her knees buckling slightly at the thought of that dreaded instrument.
"But for an offense of this type" Frank began.
"Please!" Erica interrupted with great urgency. "Please! I'll do anything you like! You can degrade me any way you like! Please, but not the cane!" Her pretty face reflected the intense anxiety that she was experiencing.
Frank slowly arose from behind his desk, and placed a straight wooden chair in the middle of the room. Her hands clasped prayerfully in front of her, Erica watched the scene with growing alarm.
"Please, not the cane! Please! I can't stand it!" she implored, her voice occasionally cracking with emotion. "Please, I'll do anything!
Anything!"
"Very well, Erica," Frank replied. "You may have a smacking instead of a cane, if you prefer. But in that case you must agree to accept some private, highly intimate punishment from me! Do you agree?"
"Yes!" the attractive eighteen-year-old answered almost too quickly. The sense of relief flowing through her body was quite apparent.
Frank seated himself on the chair and motioned for her to approach him.
Shamefaced and taking tiny, reluctant steps in her smart high-heeled pumps, Erica advanced toward the Headmaster. Despite her eighteen years and mature, shapely figure, her demeanor suggested that of a very young girl about to receive a deserved spanking.
Taking her by the hand, Frank gently but firmly pulled her face down across his lap. Nearly falling into position, Erica lay with her palms on the floor to balance herself. Her gym slip rode up to reveal a generous amount of black stocking, and her knees were slightly bent.
Knowing what was coming, she was scarlet with embarrassment.
Frank reached down with both hands and, with great slowness, began raising the hem of her pleated black gym slip. Lush, tapering thighs, enhanced by black hosiery, came into view, followed by the heavier portions of her stockings. Then came milk white thighs, contrasting vividly with her black stockings and the black satin garter belt that held them up. The gym slip came up to the waist, slowly bringing into view formfitting black panties that could barely contain her lovely and fully rounded buttocks.
With her stocking tops, bare thighs and black panties on full display, Erica was a picture of feminine embarrassment. Her face was a flaming scarlet and she kept her eyes tightly closed, as if that would blot out the shameful display she was making of herself. Frank paused for a moment to enjoy the breathtaking view, not missing a single detail as his eyes moved from the tips of her nicely shod feet to her blonde head.
Both of them were aware of the erection that the display had already produced.
After a long pause, Frank reached for the waistband of the young girl's wispy panties. Erica moaned and quivered with humiliation as she felt masculine hands committing the final indignity that would leave her totally bare and disgraced.
"Lift up a little, Erica!" Frank ordered her.
Haplessly, the attractive pupil lifted her hips an inch or so from his lap, and Frank slowly pulled the panties down. Erica's breath-catching feminine bottom flashed into view, a beautifully soft mixture of pink and white, and deliciously rounded. The feminine contours were girlishly big but not too big. Erica trembled with humiliation and as she did so, her pretty nates quivered like bowls of jelly. She remembered to hold her stockinged legs tightly together, for the moment at least, concealing her feminine treasure.
Frank finished pulling the panties down below the tops of her black stockings, and paused to enjoy an enthralled look at the lush and tender feminine buttocks that were just waiting to be disciplined. For a moment he thought about undoing her garters, but decided against it. The black garter belt and stockings perfectly framed her spank spot, and there was no reason to disturb such an intriguing picture. Erica moaned and wriggled with girlish apprehension as Frank clasped his left forearm and hand around her waist to hold her in position.
"You have lovely buttocks, Erica!" he told her, knowing that the comment would embarrass rather than please her.
Frank had no intention of rushing things. Slowly he raised his right hand and brought it down lightly upon her right buttock, leaving it in place right where it landed. Her youthful bottom felt velvety soft and resilient.
"Oooh!" Erica's gasp reflected mortification rather than discomfort.
Frank watched the pretty teenager shriveling with embarrassment at the bare-on-bare contact. After a moment's pause, he raised his hand to observe the pretty pink spot that had suddenly appeared. Frank applied the second slap to her right cheek, slightly lower down, and once again allowed his hand to remain in place for a moment afterward. The third smack landed slightly lower than the second. Frank then repeated the procedure, this time making the smacks slightly more forceful.
"Oh! Oh!" Erica gasped, her blonde pigtails flying. "This is awful!
Please, I'm too big for this!"
By this time the attractive pupil was a little breathless and her right buttock was a healthy shade of rose pink, which contrasted sharply with her still-unspanked and milky-white left cheek. After a moment's inspection, Frank set about balancing up the color scheme. Six carefully applied smacks to the left buttock and the task was completed. Erica's lovely buttocks were a pretty pink all over, and the comely teenager was squirming with a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort.
After pausing a moment to admire his own handiwork, Frank began the next series of slaps with a light slap just above the top of her right stocking. Erica moaned and her right foot swung up momentarily. Frank began working up her right thigh and bottom cheek with a light series of smacks, always allowing his hand to remain in place on the cringing feminine flesh beneath his palm. From there, he worked down the left side from her garter belt to the top of her stocking. By this time the entire area between her garter belt and stockings was a pretty shade of pink. He repeated the entire course again, working up, the right side and down the left.
"Please! Please!" Erica pleaded. "Please stop! That's enough! Please don't humiliate me like this! Please, I'm eighteen!"
Once again Frank's solid masculine palm traversed the course, working up one side and down the other. A distressed "Oh!" followed every smack, and her reddening buttocks began to squirm more and more over his lap despite her obvious efforts to control herself. Black patent leather pumps began swinging upward from time to time, and he knew there would soon come a time when she would no longer be able to hold those pretty legs together.
"Ouch! Oh, stop, please! Please!" Erica pleaded, looking back anxiously over her shoulder. "Please, don't! It's so humiliating! Please, your bare hand on my… my bare… Please, it's too humiliating!"
Frank paused once again to admire the scenery. From stocking tops to garter belt, Erica's lush spank spot was a bright scarlet. She was wriggling miserably, her full buttocks continually flexing and puckering in a thoroughly provocative manner. Her pretty face was as red as her bottom, and her distress was all too apparent as she continually looked back over her shoulder. It was time for the bottom smacking to start in earnest.
Frank raised his hand and brought it down forcefully on Erica's buttocks, producing a loud smack as it landed squarely across the crevice.
"Ouch!" Erica shrieked and suddenly burst into girlish tears.
Smack! Smack! Frank's hand began moving up one side and down the other, each smack crackling with a crisp report as it landed on defenseless feminine flesh.
"Ouch! Oh, no! Ow! Stop! Ouch! It hurts too much!" Erica exclaimed, her voice reflecting her pain and shame. "Ow! Ouch! Oh, no! This is awful!"
Shapely legs prettily attired in black stockings and high heels began swinging merrily back and forth as Frank spread the stinging smacks throughout her already-smarting posterior, and the pretty teenager began wriggling furiously over his lap. As she reflexively began jerking her legs hard and wide, bright flashes of pink cuntal lips could occasionally be seen along with an intriguing patch of light brown fleece.
"Oh, no! Stop! Ouch! It hurts too much!" Erica begged, her voice nearly choking with tears. "Stop, please! I'm just burning up!"
Keeping her squirming, bucking body under full control, Frank continued to apply the loud smacks in a lusty, energetic fashion. In his opinion there was nothing much more attractive than a shapely young woman, skirt up and panties down, undergoing correction with her stockinged legs kicking wildly as her pretty bottom turned a bright scarlet. And Erica proved the point once more for him. Shapely long legs in stockings and heels kicked frantically back and forth, and the entire combination of tear-stained face, glowing buttocks and swinging legs was exquisite.
"Oh, please, stop, I can't take it anymore!" the miserable girl sobbed between soprano shrieks of pain. "Stop, please! Pleeeese!"
At last, Frank decided that his suffering victim had endured enough of that kind of discipline. As she lay crying hard across his lap, he finished removing her black panties and tossed them on the floor. His hand slipped between her legs, discerning the heavy dew that was covering her cuntal pubic hair. The lips of her warm teenage pussy felt deliciously soft and juicy, and he slipped a probing finger gently into the wet interior.
"You know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked quietly.
"Yes. Yes, sir!" Erica managed to reply, trying to get her tears under control.
"Kneel in front of me and take it out of my pants yourself!" Frank instructed.
Wiping the tears from her hotly flushed face with the sleeve of her white blouse, Erica meekly slid into a kneeling position between Frank's legs. Her pretty face clearly mirrored the distress caused by the spanking, but Frank could also discern an underlying look of excitement about what was to come. She was quite breathless and her full young breasts were heaving against the front of her school jumper. Her expressive eyes narrowed intently as she focused them on the handsome curve in the schoolmaster's slacks.
"Go on," Frank told her. "Take it out of my pants yourself!"
Her eyes flashed upward for a moment. "You don't enjoy sex unless you're humiliating a girl, do you?" she protested.
"You want to be humiliated, Erica!" Frank reminded her in an even tone of voice. "You want to be degraded. If it were otherwise, you wouldn't have let yourself get caught with your Lesbian girlfriend!"
Erica did not deny the accusation. Very shame-faced, the pretty eighteen-year-old began opening up Frank's fly. Her small fingers worked slowly but showed no hesitation. Leaning back casually in his chair, Frank watched closely. As Erica pulled his open fly apart, his throbbing, bone-hard penis suddenly sprang out into full view. As she caught sight of the solid seven inches of bright red masculine meat, the comely teenager gulped noticeably and involuntarily wriggled with girlish surrender.
"Go on, Erica, you know what you have to do!" Frank told her quietly.
Erica extended her small right hand and encircled the hotly throbbing masculine muscle in a possessive grip. Her smooth feminine hand felt exquisitely pleasant, and Frank caught his breath sharply. Licking her lips with her small pink tongue, Erica slowly formed her pretty mouth into a wide oval. Leaning forward, she eased her pretty mouth down over the crown of his massive blood-distended cock. The full effect of the young girl's hot, wet mouth suddenly hit Frank like a thunderbolt, and his entire body stiffened as if struck by a jolt of electricity.
"That's the way!" he told her in a deliberately controlled voice.
"Perhaps a good meat and cream sandwich will help minimize those Lesbian tendencies you've been displaying lately!"
Erica held the velvety smooth crown of his stiffly erect penis in her mouth and sucked lightly on it, while at the same time her soft fingers played up and down the throbbing trunk of his elongated manhood. Frank watched her intently.
There was no doubt that the young German girl was an expert fellatrix, and despite her protestations she thoroughly enjoyed having a rigid piece of man-meat jammed in her oral cavity. Her salivary glands were working overtime, bathing his pounding member with their warm fluids.
"Just take your time, baby!" he told her. "There's no point rushing things!"
Holding the pulsating cock in her hand, Erica slowly withdrew her mouth from the head and began licking it with her warm pink tongue. Her makeup smeared by her tears and her face hotly flushed, the pretty teenager was obviously quite aroused. Eagerly she allowed the sleek head of his rigid shaft to explore her entire young face, brushing against her cheeks, forehead, blonde hair, chin, throat and even her closed eyes. Dripping with excitement, she could not refrain from running one hand under her gym slip to caress her thoroughly wet cuntal opening.
"Please, I want it in my cunt!" she begged. "Please, in my cunt! Please, put it in my cunt!" As she pleaded, she covered the stiff pulsating lance with hot, eager kisses. "Please, in my cunt! Please! Oh, please!"
"Put it in your mouth!" Frank ordered.
Writhing about in the kneeling position before him, Erica promptly surrendered. Once again forming her pretty mouth into a wide oval, she inserted his rigid maleness between her girlish pink lips and once again drenched it in a warm bath of saliva. Her enthusiasm and excitement were quite apparent as she began working the stiffly erect member deeper into her warmly wet mouth. Frank watched intently as more and more of his painfully throbbing cock disappeared into the pretty teenager's avid mouth.
"Now, just keep it in your mouth and suck it!" he told her in an authoritative voice.
Erica offered no opposition. Kneeling obediently on her knees in front of him, the comely blonde began sucking his swollen organ in an eager fashion. Leaning back comfortably in his chair to thoroughly enjoy her efforts, Frank watched her pretty blonde head bobbing up and down in his lap. Her cheeks were collapsed and he could hear the sucking noises produced by her mouth. The look of strain on her face from having so much cock jammed in her mouth made her look all the more feminine and appealing.
Her mouth continually filled with saliva and from time to time she was forced to pause and swallow it with an audible gulp. Thoroughly aroused, the shapely teenager continued fingering her wet pussy. From his position, Frank could see a feminine finger eagerly exploring between her separated wet cuntal lips. Wriggling her well spanked little bottom, Erica masturbated as she submissively sucked her Headmaster's massive prick.
Frank remained motionless for as long as he could, but the tantalizing sensations produced by her busy mouth and tongue soon had their effect.
Without really thinking about what he was doing, he began moving his pelvis with quick, jerky movements. That ticklish, highly pleasant sensation in his rigid maleness became more intense with each passing moment, and he knew that he would not be able to hold out much longer.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Erica's faraway sounding moans were a mixture of discomfort and sexual arousal.
As his young pupil's mouth tormented him almost beyond endurance, Frank's mind flashed back to the caning and spanking he had administered earlier. As usual, the image of red feminine bottoms, of howls and cries and pleas for mercy, of shapely stockinged legs swinging wildly back and forth, and of feminine charms being unintentionally exposed, was a powerful aphrodisiac. In his mind, sex and pain and pain and sex were inextricably linked, so much so that one was not possible without the other. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" By this time, Erica's moans had a frantic quality about them, suggesting a high degree of sexual arousal combined with the frustration of having her mouth rather than her steaming cunt filled with the desire-bloated flesh. Frank could see her fingers working frantically between her legs, and noted that her fleecy pubic hair was glistening with feminine dew.
Tantalized to the point where he could think of nothing but the incredible sensation in his pounding cock, Frank cupped his hands down over Erica's blonde head and held her in a firm grip. With no thought for the effect it might have on her, he began forcefully moving her head up and down in his lap. Moaning and gurgling on her saliva, Erica docilely submitted to the erotic torment that he was inflicting on her.
Her wet fingers caressed her taut clitoris and served as a substitute penis for her vagina, making her twist and writhe her hips with coital movements.
Suddenly, Frank could hold himself back no longer. Clamping his powerful hands even more tightly around Erica's blonde head, he bolted almost to a standing position. Though prepared for the onslaught to follow, Erica moaned with fear and anticipation. A hot load of thick, sticky fluid smashed against the roof of her mouth, and began splashing around. Erica instinctively attempted to snap her head back, but Frank's hands forced her to remain in position. Another blast of masculine cream sprayed into her mouth, coating her tongue and trickling down her throat.
Erica felt as if a hot fountain of thick cream had been turned on in her mouth. Hot, sticky masculine lava sprayed forth in voluminous quantities, completely filling her teenage mouth. Gurgling and gulping on the virile, salty fluid, the young and comely blonde began swallowing it with loud gulps. Frank could see her voluptuous body quaking as she experienced her own orgasm.
As Frank settled back on his chair, Erica obediently kept his cock in her mouth until it began to go soft. As she straightened up, Frank discerned some residue of viscous white cum trickling down her cheek.
Quickly catching it with her finger, she stuck her finger in her mouth to lick it up, as if she were simply starving for cum. With her gym slip still up over the tops of her black stockings, she made a delightful sex kitten.
"You bastard!" she spoke quietly but with conviction. "I hope you're satisfied!"