CHAPTER 1. The Job Interview
How could he have known? Danielle was a bright, attractive student who had been brought
before Michael, the Headmaster of the small English college, many times. She had an
obstinate streak in her, most likely learned from her very wealthy parents and she was
often sent to the Headmaster`s office for infractions ranging from disrupting the
classroom, to smoking and slipping off the campus on the weekend. Harbor College, located
in rural England was a small, expensive all-girls college, attended by the children of the
very wealthy. The children were usually not bright enough nor mature enough to get into
England`s very prestigious universities that the rich required of their children. Harbor
was a stepping stone, a place where wealthy youth were prepared to fit into the rigors of
the elite universities.
She was bent over his desk, her skirt pulled up over her waist, the blue plaid material
lying along her back. Her head was resting on the hard, cold wood, her face framed in the
tears running down her cheek, her big blue eyes now searching for relief from the caning
she was receiving. Her blonde hair sat matted on her head, the sounds of her sobbing
broken only by the swish of the cane and the smack as it tore her flesh.
Michael moved behind her red-streaked thighs, the flexible rattan cane having left its
indelible marks on her young flesh. At eighteen, her tight thighs were soft and
sensitive, just right to receive the maximum pain from the unrelenting cane. "You`re
going to have to learn Danielle that you are to obey the rules. We will have many more
sessions like this until you do. Maybe a little humiliation will teach you to obey. Now
hold still," letting his hand run down over the cute white panties that were now
spread so tightly over her ass cheeks. He felt her body flinch as he touched her, then
quickly, his palm hit the panty-covered cheek. "Hold still or it will be the cane
again." He continued fondling her taut buttocks, her sobs increasing, the
humiliation of being so openly fondled overcoming her senses. "Spread you legs open,
Danielle," his foot nudged one of her ankles, "obey me," he ordered her.
She cried louder, embarrassed as the Headmaster fondled her naked flesh. While she did
smoke and had left the campus, she was a virgin and his abuse of her was both frightening
and humiliating. Boys had kissed her and some even tried to paw at her breasts, one
actually slipping his hand between her legs before she tightened her powerful thighs,
stopping him instantly. She was saving herself for her prince, the man that would sweep
her off her feet and give her the life she often dreamt about. Now she had been beaten on
her thighs, the cane biting into her sensitive flesh, drawing cries of pain that rocked
the room.
But the Headmaster didn`t care, he seemed to relish her screams, each blow hitting even
harder than the last, working to drive a louder scream from her throat. At least he had
stopped beating her with the cane, now forcing her to accept the fondling of her virgin
flesh and not sure which was worse. She sobbed as his hand explored her butt, his fingers
moving all over her panty-covered flesh as she trembled in fear and humiliation. Now the
order to spread her legs, his foot insisting on compliance, banging painfully into her
ankle until she obeyed and shuffled her legs wider and wider until he seemed to be
satisfied at the obscene position she was placed in. She could only imagine how she
looked from behind. Her panties pulled tightly over her butt, her legs spread almost to
the corners of the ornate desk she was bent over, her butt arched up higher as if offering
her posterior to him. She could feel the cool air of the room between her legs, knowing
that the gap between her thighs was greatly exaggerated by the spread of her legs.
"Now that is how a naughty girl should be positioned for her punishment," his
hand moved down over her taut buttocks, sliding down lower, hearing her gasp in
embarrassment as his fingers touched her pussy, snuggled tightly in her tightly stretched
panties. "That should teach you some manners, forced to suffer my fondling of your
flesh." He let his fingers move between her thighs, tickling the tender flesh almost
at the vee of her legs. He slapped her ass when she began to move. "Hold still I
said! I won`t tell you again!" punctuating his order with another sharp slap to her
ass cheek, rewarded with another cry of pain from her lips. He returned, his fingers
tickling her sex before lightly tapping against her pussy from behind, feeling her body
shudder. He moved his fingers to both sides of the tiny band of panties stretched across
her pussy, slipping under the band, pulling up on the material, away from her body,
catching quick glimpses of her naked pussy below.
Her panties were pulled out tightly, the Headmaster`s fingers moving the material back
and forth until it was tightly drawn between her pussy lips now pushed outside the thin
material with the rest of her panties between her ass cheeks, buried from sight. His
fingers returned to her flesh, this time his calloused digits finding naked flesh to
touch.
Danielle shuddered with shame as he touched her naked sex, along her closely shaved pussy
and back, his palm rubbed sensuously over her naked buttocks. She had never even let a
boy touch her as the Headmaster was doing, now she was bent over submissively, her naked
flesh harshly rubbed by an older man, under fear of further punishment if she protested.
Michael looked at her naked ass hidden only by a tiny strip of material pushed between
her cheeks, her pussy lips split uncomfortably by her panties. Maybe next time she would
learn not to break the rules. He loved the feel of her ass, her muscles tightening when
he touched them. She would learn to relax her cheeks, allow him complete access to the
split between them and the tight little anus he knew was nestled inside. It would require
some pain on her part, but he would enjoy teaching this one to submit.
He moved behind her again, the small, flexible cane in his hand, the shocked look on her
face making his cock harder. "Yes, you will now feel the pain of the cane on your
naked flesh. I`m going to start with the top of your tender thighs and slowly work my way
up your ass cheeks. You will stay in position," he ordered her.
She screamed and sobbed as he beat her ass with the cane, deep red marks showing on her
previously white, unblemished skin. He stopped, her crying louder now, her ass a burning
mass of pain. "Please, no more," she begged, her face soaked in her tears, her
head hanging submissively down on the desk. But she had stayed in position, her ass
thrust up, her legs spread wide, fearing an even more dreadful punishment if she
disobeyed.
Her body flinched as he ran his hands over her striped ass cheeks, igniting fresh pain in
her body. "Put your legs together. I want to slip your little panties off
you," he whispered to her. His hands reached up to the waist of her white panties,
waiting for her to comply.
"Why?" she begged, but closed her legs, his hands slipped under her body,
urging her ass to arch up higher. She sobbed louder, the humiliation of being stripped
before him now too much to bear, the thought of how she would look from behind once he
completed his cruel task of completely embarrassing her. She felt his breath on her ass
cheeks as he knelt behind her, his face only inches from her as she felt the panties
slowly inch down, the thin material pulling from between her cheeks, the front of the wet
garment pushing apart her pussy lips. She clenched her cheeks–a slap to her caned ass
cheeks forced her to relax her muscles–a loud sob accompanying her humiliation at being
stripped.
Michael watched as the panties slipped down, his hand moved underneath her, pushing
against her abdomen, forcing her to arch up higher as her pussy was slowly revealed from
behind. "Higher, Danielle," forcing her on her toes, her ass submissively
stretched out, her sex now completely exposed from behind as her panties slipped from
between her thighs to fall on the floor behind her. "Step out of them," each
leg moved up to step out of them, her pussy pulling open. "Good girl, now spread
your legs again, Danielle. Real wide, to the corners of the desk. I want your ass cheeks
parted and your pussy lips separated by the spread of your legs. Show me all of your
intimate charms, Danielle."
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