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The Headmaster and the Girl 3

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The Headmaster breaks the spirit of a defiant older girl.THE HEADMASTER AND THE GIRL(Part Three)Two weeks have passed since my first successful harvesting of, not one, but two lovely thirteen-year-old bottoms whipped to orgasm (mine, not theirs) in a row.As Headmaster of St. Anne's in the Field, I had access to fresh country butter, far superior to lard, when I pleasured myself in my quarters, anointing and stimulating my erect male member while reliving the quivering buttocks and the gasping cries of my first two victims. My solitary spasms were not perhaps on the order of the ecstatic spunking I had attained while drowning my manhood in Kitty's womb, but satisfactory nonetheless. I had come into my kingdom, to use the doubly appropriate Biblical phrase, and found it good, very good.But now I must take my sensations to the next step: my long-deprived member must pulse to the spectacle of a nude pair of buttocks reddened by the merciless lashing of a limber willow wand and orchestrated with the delirious music of a nubile virgin squirming in fleshly agony beneath my strokes.Heavens, I wax poetic. Pity I cannot take that religious eloquence into the pulpit on Sundays. But Fridays are my Black Sabbath, with the maiden students my acolytes and Miss Trimmingham my severe but (I felt) approving deacon.Tomorrow is, in fact, the second Friday since my baptismal ceremonies, so to speak, for my flock; and I had suggested to Miss Trimmingham that we must not let too long a time elapse between demonstrations of my authority.She agreed warmly, saying that several of the girls in the upper classes had grown a bit saucy, and perhaps believed that their age put them above the fate of the younger students.This must not be allowed to continue, I said, and perhaps Miss Trimmingham might look more carefully at one or two of the girls in the upper classses to be made example of.She almost smiled with pleasure at my suggestion, saying that she had one or two girls in mind who had become rather free in the preceding session. They had, indeed, almost cheeked her when she warned them about their marks, and she would be glad to inquire of their instructors if their performance seemed to be lagging this quarter.I noted a certain grim pleasure in her response, and thought to myself that no authority was so prone to take offense as that of a middle-aged woman seeing women much younger coming into their sexual bloom.I could depend on Miss Trimmingham to deliver the sacrificial lambs, as she could depend on my punishing them thoroughly in her presence.She had indeed led a fatted lamb to the slaughter this Friday: Constance Edgerley, child of the Earl of Markhampton, a notorious rakehell in the House of Lords, and one who might defile his own daughter if the drunken mood took him.I will report to my unborn readers how the sacrifice turns out tomorrow morning, bent over the heavy oak prie-dieu I can see in the candlelight from my desk. * * *This morning was a definite success. Miss Trimmingham played her part with a vengeance (not an idle figure of speech, I thought.) She led Constance in with a firm grasp on her wrist which led the young miss to scowl and try to pull away.Constance was quite a beauty, her body fully developed and perhaps too lush in its femininity for the somewhat scanty school uniform she wore.I sat behind my desk as Miss Trimmingham brought the indictment."Master," she said, and my ears were pleased with her address, "this is Constance, of whom I told you yesterday. I am forced to tell you, miss, that your high-stomached behavior of last year, which I brought to your attention during that term, has been reported to the Master, and he has been good enough to take my word for your insolence.""Your word!" said the redhaired miss, "your provocation, rather!""Just a moment, Constance," I broke in severely. "If you have a complaint to bring against Miss Trimmingham, it must be soundly based, or I shall add it to the impertinences Miss Trimmingham has already adduced against you. I must warn you that there is a new spirit of discipline in this school, quite different from the one which you apparently felt you could flout in prior years.""So I have heard," she said defiantly. "You have brought new enthusiasm to punishment, I hear. I warn you that I shall not bear it tamely."Well, well, well. Constance perhaps believed that her aristocratic lineage gave her immunity from discipline. This would be interesting and possibly exciting: an overt challenge to my authority, with Miss Trimmingham as a witness.I made my voice as cold and calm as winter. "Young lady," I said in a measured monotone, "you will take it, as I administer it."I had judged Constance well. Her red hair spoke for her now."You do not frighten me, sir. You cannot exercise a punishment upon me that I cannot bear."She would regret that statement. I rose from my desk, "Miss Trimmingham, please lead our young friend to the prie-dieu and prepare her to receive her obviously well-deserved punishment."Trimmingham gripped Constance's wrist and turned her in the direction of the prie-dieu. Maddened by the physical coercion, the girl pulled away, but Trimmingham, with a deftness that I had not suspected, stepped behind her and brought her wrist up between her shoulder blades. Constance cried out in pain but Trimmingham forced her forward, keeping her arm in its painfully wrenched position. The girl had no choice but to lean forward and over the piece of furniture, and could not use her strong legs to resist. Trimmingham held her helpless in the position of the sacrificial victim, and with her free hand lifted the skirt to her waist."Master," she snapped, "is this where you wish the young ... lady to be placed?""Yes, Trimmingham," I said, "but I think that her excessive regard for her own dignity demands some further humbling."I needed to say no more. Trimmingham promptly hooked the fingers of her free hand into the waist of the girl's bloomers, and ripped them down over her bottom."No!" Constance cried, tossing her red curls violently back and forth, but Trimmingham moved to her head, twisting her arm further upward and leaving me a free field to work my will on her handsome bottom. I could now stand behind the lovely girl, a little to her left, and take leisurely aim at her swelling, divided white target.My first stroke brought a strangled scream from Constance's throat."Miss, you have brought this punishment upon yourself. The sentence is six strokes, but if you cannot be silent, that shall be increased. Your insolence shall cost you dearly.""Damn you!" the girl said. "Damn you to hell for a fiend!""My dear", I said, "you are now also guilty of blasphemy, and the torments shall rather be yours than mine," and I struck the willow whip down across her firm cheeks, and again, and again. She screamed aloud, and both feet flew into the air thrashing; but Trimmingham held her down to the prie-dieu, and Constance could get no more purchase than a cat held in the air with a hand under its belly."It is clear," I said to Constance, "that your spirit needs to be broken, as though you were a wild horse," and I methodically lashed her frantically convulsing cheeks three times more; they were now turning blood red under the repeated strokes."Constance," I told the girl calmly, masking my own swelling sexual excitement, "you are increasing your own pain, and for your own good" (ah, God, it felt good to speak that lie) "I must continue until your resistance is quite conquered." Again I carefully but firmly brought the limber willow down on her tossing cheeks once, twice, three, four, five, six times, and stood back to examine the results of my chastisement.The girl was no longer screaming; she gasped for air, and I knew her throat was dry, because she gasped and coughed and wept pitiably, while my pulsing member relieved itself copiously of its burden of spunk in a series of exquisite spasms that left my knees wobbling. I leaned on one hand as I circled my desk and sat down in sated bliss. A little blood was actually flowing down Constance's thigh; the sight drew one last spasm from my masculinity."Miss Trimmingham," I said, "take her to the infirmary and apply some salve to the site of her punishment."Constance rose unsteadily to her feet and almost fell. "And Trimmingham," I went on, "be particularly attentive to Miss Constance's behavior towards you in the next seven days. You may remind her if you wish, during that time, that punishment sessions are held on Friday morning, and I have fresh canes here each week."Miss, have you anything further to say for yourself?"She gasped again. "No."Gripping her wrist again, Trimmingham said grimly, "No, what, Miss Constance?""No... Master." It was music.As the girl left, leaning heavily on Trimmingham for support, I noticed that the blood from her bottom was already staining her white stockings. She would make an excellent object lesson for the other girls as Timmingham led her through the Hall to the infirmary. * * *It is the Sunday evening following my successful campaign waged upon Miss Edgerley's lovely bottom. In the pulpit this morning, I gave an excellent sermon, if I do say it as shouldn't, on the subject of discipline: the necessity for it, as God has placed his ministers in loco parentis for the purpose of bringing the recalcitrant will of the sinner to conformity with His wishes.It was a thoroughly satisfying bit of sadistic hypocrisy, and I watched Miss Constance shifting painfully in her pew through it all. She did not meet my eyes. Yes, Master, I thought in triumph.That knock at my door is the dish of toast and country butter I ordered from the kitchen tonight. I expect to enjoy the greasy substance enormously. (The end of Part Three)