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The Headmaster and the Girl 2

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The erotic desires of the new Headmaster are brought to fruition.THE HEADMASTER AND THE GIRLPart TwoThe "new" girls come in, starting today. I have been quite busy supervising preparations for the coming school year, and have had neither time nor material to record in this particular diary, which is devoted entirely to my particular hobby, to wit: the collection of young female bottoms for birching.I must step carefully here, because although I have thought my route out with care, that is not the same thing as following that route through the surprises that must of necessity pop up in my journey.Let me review my map: I must be available today to interview the parents of incoming girls. I have read their files, and am as familiar as a conscientious headmaster should be with each of them.I must be prepared to sound each parent, or couple of parents, as to their position on corporal punishment. I shall let each of them tell me about their daughters, having allocated a half an hour for each interview.After twenty minutes of this, which will give me a chance to study them, I shall tell them that I must discuss the matter of corporal punishment. I then propose to say that I am a firm believer in its efficacy, and that their daughter must expect to receive some physical chastisement during her first half. I shall say that it is essential that they understand my feelings on this matter: that it is no kindness to allow any girl to feel she is exempt. My determination is that every girl in St. Anne's shall be a credit to the Institute on her path to, and after, Graduation.It is needful, I shall say, that the girls grow up as God-fearing women, and that they know what lies ahead of them if they fail to keep their marks or their conduct up to the standards which I know their parents expect. It is possible, I shall say to each parent, that your daughter may escape punishment: but you must not be disturbed if your girl feels the heavy hand of authority, for I will be particularly watchful during the first half, as that is when authority must be established.Speaking with my predecessor, a white-haired old fool of a clergyman who reminds me of Canon Chasuble in Wilde's play, I brought the subject of discipline up casually, saying that I assumed he had found it necessary to impose it on at least some of the students.Oh, no, almost never, he said: but added that he left discipline entirely in the hands of one Miss Trimmingham.I interviewed the lady in question, and received quite a different answer. Yes, she had been responsible for punishments incurred by bad conduct and poor scholarship. Yes, she had found it necessary to impose it, since Canon Chasuble, or whatever his name was, had preferred not to take a hand himself. I got the clear impression that she thought less of him for taking that position, and said that I might have to involve myself in the matter more deeply than the Canon. Miss Trimmingham, a rather masculine-seeming lady of a certain age, seemed quite to approve of my intent, saying that it really took a man to administer punishment in a truly effective manner, and that she would be glad to be in attendance so that no hint of impropriety could be cast on the discipline sessions.This suited me very well; a middle-aged lady of respectable appearance was just what I needed to give a color of necessity to acts which I planned entirely for my own sensual pleasure and erotic release.A knock on the door: I have established already with the staff that it shall be locked, whether I am in my office or out. I say nothing: I shall lock this diary and then lock it again in my desk, and open the door myself. * * *The first interview is over, and I shall take a few minutes to record it.Colonel and Mrs. Stafford entered with their 13-year-old daughter, Emily Marie, an agreeable-looking young woman with very fair skin and dark hair, whose eyes were cast down in embarrassment.After the predictable praise of their daughter had gone on for twenty minutes, I thanked them and began my little catechism of corporal punishment.Mrs. Stafford expressed her complete conviction that my authority must be established immediately. Her husband said nothing, but I caught a look of sadness in his eye."Presumably she has been punished before now," I ventured, looking at her father."By me, of course," Mrs. Stafford said."Very good," I replied, "perhaps that will prove to be sufficient, and we will have no need of further correction. Eh, Emily Marie?" I said, smiling."I hope so, sir," the young lady said, and the Staffords left to meet Miss Trimmingham. * * *The next "new girl" came with only a lady in attendance. Her name was Lelyveld, Christian name Suzanne, eldest daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Moreland, who were traveling in Europe.She was quite a different case than Emily Anne, although the same age. Fair hair, more fully developed of figure, she met my eyes boldly. In the discussion of punishment, she seemed to grow wary. I left it to the lady to communicate my philosophy to the Duchess, and as the two left, I observed a fullness about the hips of Miss Moreland which seemed to augur well for my plans. * * *The third student, a young woman of sturdy build and red cheeks, was introduced as Penelope Jane. Her parents, he a major in an Indian regiment, announced that they were returning to India on a troopship the next morning, and my remarks on discipline seemed thoroughly satisfactory to the Major."Jove, yes, treat 'em like my Gurkhas," Major Roundtree bellowed in a voice more suited to the parade ground than my quiet office. "Let 'em know who holds the whip hand without delay, that's the way to rule wogs and women!"I glanced at his wife, who seemed to have been exposed to this training already, for she said nothing, as though argument or even a bad look might spoil her husband's day, and thus her own. I almost pitied her as they left: India would be unpleasant enough without the Major, and doubtless worse with him. Penelope Jane walked out like a girl who had spent her girlhood on horseback. I could visualize her nether development quite easily, remembering the girls in Sligo who were riders from the cradle; it developed the thighs and buttock muscles marvelously.This notetaking is a bit laborious. I will note the girl's name on another sheet, and mark her 1-5 on a scale entirely based on the response of her parents to my questions regarding discipline. At this time, Emily Anne has received a 2: her father seemed to care more about her than was desirable for my purposes; Suzanne a 5, based on her parents' posting to India and apparent indifference to her fate; and Penelope Jane, also a 5, owing to her father's voiced approval of my philosophy and her mother's air of being broken to harness already. This notebook will be reserved only for my personal notes about the infliction of that self-same discipline. * * *We have admitted twenty new girls in the past two days, allocating five hours for interviews each day. I have discussed with Miss Trimmingham the importance of watching the new girls closely and reporting to me any infraction of "our" rules. I think I detected a useful enthusiasm in her assent. Now we shall see. * * *Three days have gone by, and Miss Trimmingham has brought me the names of my first two victims: both girls had been caught in one bed. They had protested that they were friends, and been comforting each other.I listened to their stories, and said, "You girls were told that two students were not to occupy the same bed?"Yes, but they hadn't been doing anything.I began to realize that I had power indeed over these girls, and my member began to swell."You seem to think that I must accept your word for that?"Oh, yes, please."I am addressed as Master."Oh, please, Master."The other girls in your dormitory room know that you were caught in violation of a rule that you were all aware of?"Yes, but they won't tell."I'm afraid that is not good enough. They know, and will behave or misbehave depending whether you are or are not punished. Is that not right, Miss Trimmingham?""Of course it is, sir. Master." Trimmingham was falling nicely into line.I had procured a heavy prie-dieu which stood in an unimpeded corner of my office. "The minimum punishment for any infraction of rules is six strokes with a limber cane. Martha, place yourself over the prie-dieu in the corner, please."Martha knelt on the prie-dieu. "On your feet, Miss, and bend over. Miss Trimmingham, turn up Martha's skirt, if you please." Both girls were marked in my notes as "3". I would whip them through their underdrawers. More serious offences, committed by 4's and 5's, would call for more severe punishment.The sight of Martha's white underdrawers, which did not succeed in blurring the outline of her buttock cheeks, gave my swollen member a pleasant added pressure against my trousers."Martha, do you understand why you must be punished?"Silence. Her friend looked on, speechless."Martha, silence is dumb insolence, and failure to answer my question has just earned you a seventh stroke."Martha tried to speak and choked."I will ask you again, Martha, and if you are unable to give me a satisfactory answer, I shall begin your punishment and it will continue until you are able to do reply properly."I let a few seconds go by, and brought the limber cane back and down on her delectable little cheeks. She screamed at the pain, and I feared my member would spunk at the sound and deprive me of what I had come to think of in that moment as the bliss she owed me.In a bilked creditor's anger, I struck again, but carefully. She screamed again. "Martha, you must be silent during your punishment. You have just earned another stroke: still six to go, and it is your own fault."No, no, please, no."Martha, I repeat my question, do you understand why you must be punished?"She found her voice. Yes, yes, yes, I do, I do, please."Six more, my dear. Bite your knuckles if you cannot control yourself any other way. Another. Another. Another." I gave her six of the best, as she squirmed on her belly atop the prie-dieu.With great effort, I controlled my ejaculation. "Very good, Martha. Now turn to me." She twisted her tear-stained face towards me. "Now, kiss the rod, Martha, and beg my pardon for your misbehavior."She was ready to swallow the rod and my hand with it. Forgive me, Master, please, she sobbed."Very good, Martha, and I trust you will tell any girl who asks you what it costs to break my rules."Yes, Master, yes. I almost spunked off at the sound of that word on her young lips."Get up, Martha, and stand over there. Victorine?"The second girl came to take Martha's place on the prie-diue. She was unsteady on her feet, but took pains to place her belly on the top, as I had told Martha to do."Miss Trimmingham, if you please."My assistant, and as I was beginning to believe, my willing accomplice, turned up Victorine's school uniform and revealed her white-clad buttocks."I hope, Victorine, that you learned from Martha's example, and will not force me to extend your punishment as she did."Yes, yes. I, I, I learned. Master.She had indeed learned. I stood back, made the cane whistle in the air, and brought it down on her lovely thirteen-year-old bottom. The white-covered young mounds shook like an aspen after my stroke."Very good, Victorine. If you wish to bite your hand to suppress your cries, do so." She did so, avidly."A second... a third... a fourth." Her cries broke through the muffling of her hand, and at the sounds of her misery my male member swelled and came, spunking exquisitely over and over into the handkerchief I had wadded in my underdrawers. I stood in blessed ecstacy, savoring every jet, blissful as I had not been in years, until the last tingling pump was forced out my swollen tip.Victorine had controlled her screams, and with a glance at Miss Trimmingham, who seemed transfixed by the sight of the suffering girl, I brought two deliberate strokes down on the white-draped mounds and stood back."Very good, Victorine. You may kiss the rod and ask forgiveness." She did so, avidly. "Miss Trimmingham, take them away and put some salve on the punished area." I felt she might savor that task. "And girls, remember to tell your classmates what happens when they misbehave."I locked the door behind them, and sat in my comfortable chair, bathing in the pleasure of my sexual half-swoon. Oh, God, I prayed, you are so good, to give your servant what he has worked for so long. * * *Now I would have to pace myself. I had determined that there would be not more than one punishment session each week, on Friday morning at eight, a time when my natural forces would be at their peak. I hoped that the powerful effect of young clothed bottoms being lashed would bring on my release, but knew that it might not always do so.I could experiment, next Friday, in case I had only one victim, with the sin of Onan, and reminded myself to obtain a jar of lard and a supply of napkins. I hoped the effect of a young bottom being whipped, although covered, would bring me to an adequate ecstacy, even though I had to consummate that delight with my greased hand.I felt sure it would; but I was already looking forward to the ultimate sensation: the sight of naked young nether cheeks reddening under my lash which would certainly bring me to climax, especially, I thought, with Miss Trimmingham watching. (end Part Two)