The headmaster of BDSM

Esme tried realy hard to get through the day without thinking about it, and failed. She knew that it was going to be hard. Esme had been ordered by the “head”, to attend his private study immediately after school and wasnt looking forward to it.
The last time that this had happened was just after she had first started at the school and she had had no idea of what was coming. She had known ,Indeed had been warned that the headmaster was a disciplinarian and that whatever else she did she must be very carefull not to upset him. She had had no knowledge of what it was that she had done then to cause his anger, any more than she did now, but she had paid a very high price. She remembered him litterally grabbing her by her hair and pulling her forward and pushing her across his desk and holding her down whilst his free hand had pulled up her skirt and then “yanked” down her panties. The shock of such unexplained treatment hasd stilled her to silence and any form of protest. Esme had simply been too scared to say or do anything.
His hand on her bottom cheeks had caused her a sharp intake of breath, his fingers had been dangerously close to her most private place, yet still she had made no sound, and then his hand removed, followed by a pause before the most nasty stinging sensation had erupted across her bottom. Esme struggled of course, but he held her tight in position across his desk, all that she could do was squirm.
Several minutes later,Esme was struggling for all she was worth, his hand had visited her bottom so many times now that she was crying aND BEGGING HIM TO LET HER GO.
When eventually he did stop and release her, Esme was in so much pain that his last contact in which his fingers had strayed between her legs and squeezed her vagina almost went unnoticed. Then he had “balled” her out , telling her that she had better watch her step in future. Esme had just been glad that it was all over and wanted nothing more than to get as far away from the school as possible. Now, he had summoned her again, Esme didnt want to go, yet she knew that she had no choice, when the “head” ordered then one had to obey.
Esme took a deep breath and “steeled” herself for what was to come as she knocked on his study door. The door opened and he stood there, surveying her, Esme averted her eyes and looked down at the floor. “You, you wanted to see me sir”, she said, shaking all over. “Yes I bloody well do want to see you, get in here”. Esme`s worst fears were confirmed. “Go to the corner over there and place your hands on top of your head and wait untill Ive decided what to do with you, go on”. As Esme walked past the “head” towards the corner he had pointed too, he landed a hefty slap to her bottom causing her to yelp. “Yes and you`ll yelp a lot mre than that when I get going I can tell you”, he said.
Esme stood in the corner with her hands on top of her head, tears ran down her face, she knew now just how angry he was and if anything he seemed more so than last time. Several minutes passed and then he grabbed her, again by her hair, which he twisted into a knot before marching her to his desk.
“Now madam, time for your “cumuppance”, Esme looked at him, “what have i done?” She said. “You what”, he screeched, “you dont even know what you did, how stupid can you get, is it stupidity or are you just playing me for a fool, youy`re playing me for a fucking fool arent you, you little bitch ,how dare you,” his voice rising an octave with every word. Esme tried to protest her innocense, but it was no good.
“I was going to just give you another good hand spanking but its quite obvious that you need more than that, its time you had a proper punishment, over here”. Esme felt herself being propelled towards what was a kind of bench, but it was different to any other kind of furniture she had ever seen, as she was pushed down across it, she realised that the leather straps attached to it could only be for one purpose.
Esme panicked. “No Sir, you cant do this, please dont, this isnt right, Ive done nothing, please” she begged.
But the headmaster was having none of it. “Ill be the judge of that” he said . “This is my school, ,discipline is my responsibility and I have to see to it that it is maintained, now hold still whilst I secure you”.
Poor Esme was beside herself as she felt a belt tightened down across her back, preventing her from moving or straitening up, and then the “head” had hold of her left wrist and was pulling it down towards another leather strap attached to the leg of the bench. Esme tried to fight him but he was too strong, next he took her other wrist and forcibly attached it to the other leg of the bench, now, Esme convulsed into tears, begging him to let her go, promising to be good in future and wanting to make up for it.
“So you want to make up for it do you, well we will see, but first your punishment, one dozen slaps of the medium Lochgelly tawse across your rear should teach you a sound lesson young madam” and with that Esme felt her skirt lifted and then he was pulling down her panties, yet again his fingers perilously close to her private parts, but there was nothing she could do.
Esme cranned her head round to see as he moved behind her, the tawse in his hand, she saw it as he swung through its arc and it implanted itself on her bottom. Esme felt as if red hot fire had been laid on her bottom, her screech almost too high for human ears and then in response she squirmed and kicked and struggled and tugged at her fetters, eleven slaps later, Esme was reduced to a phyisical mess, able only to scream her innocense, her bottom blotched deep red and twitching without her permission.
Then, poor Esme felt what could only be the “heads” hand between her legs, squeezing her labia and then he started rubbing her, his fingers straying between her “cleft”. Esme blushed crimson as she felt her most unexpected arousal, her deep intake of breath must certainly have been noticed by the “head, Esme shook her head, “no for gods sake no, this cannot be happening, please no, and then she knew that she could not control it, hung her head in shame.
Seconds later Esme “jerked” rigid as she felt what she knew must be a male member invading her body, but her body needed it, as it slid into her Esme knew that she was lost.
Esmes orgasm was so powerfull that she laid there sometime unaware that she was no longer fettered , it wasnt untill the “head” ordered her to stand up that she realised that she could now move.
“Right”, he barked, “I want you in here every thursday after school untill I am sure that you know exactly what you did wrong, and next time you will get across that bench without me having to force you and you accept the fetters I place upon you without question, is that understood “?
Esme could hardly believe her ears, “y,y,y,yes sir, whatever you say sir, anything you want sir, Ill do as I`m told sir I promise, please may I go now sir”?
Over the next week Esme tried to think what it was that she could possibly have done to make the “head” so angry, but couldnt think of a single thing. As Thursday approached, Esme became more and more scared, the idea of having to go across that awfull bench and being fixed in position was bad enough, but then to be hit with that horrible tawse just “freaked” her out, and then of course there was the other thing.
It was crazy of course, but Esme hadn`t actually minded that too much, at least it was pleasurable, but everything else, including the “head”, scared her. As the time approached Esme started to shake, she just couldnt help it, she was beside herself with fear, the idea of being “fettered” and punished just made her want to run, yet she knew that if she did, the eventual outcome could be even more brutall.
Five minutes before the time she stood waiting outside his study door, hands clasped tight before her, head bowed, hoping aginst hope that he would be in a bettter mood than last time. As the study door was wrenched open, Esme`s heart missed a beat.
“In here now”, he said. Esme walked into his study on shaking legs, she knew that he would ask what she was to be punished for, and she still didn`t know. “Right, in front of my desk, hands on your head, head up and look at me”. Esme did as she was told, although she didnt like to look at him, his gaze was totally destructive, she could not help but feel guilty. “Now, tell me why you have to be punished”.
Esme looked at him tears stinging her eyes. “Please sir, Im so sorry, I m afraid I just dont know, Ive thought about everything and cant think what I could have done wrong”, her voice quavered with every word. Esme could see in his face the volcano begining to erupt. “WHAT, you mean that you still dont know what you have done, are you stupid, yes you obviously are, very well, then I must teach you to be much more observant must`nt I”? With that the “headmster” took the tawse off of its hook and held it in front of Esme. “Do you see that? In a very short space of time you will also be feeling it, can you see it”? Esme nodded.
Tears flooded Esmes face. On rubbery shaky legs she turned towards the bench, knowing that she had no option she walked over to it, and not wanting to enrage him further, laid herself resignedly across it.
Esme shed even more tears as she felt the leather restraint pulled down tight across her back, and then he was in front of her, the tawse in his hand. “See this, this is what you deserve and I will see to it that you you are properly punished, in accordance with the standards required of this school, do you understand” ? He said. Through tear filled eyes , Esme stared at him pityingly and nodded, hoping that he would have pity on her, although it was just a feint hope and as it turned out, fruitless.
“Now place yours arms down here so that I can “cuff” you”. Esme hung her head and sobbed, then he was buckling her wrists to the bench. Esme waited, she knew that he would lift her skirt and down would come her panties, and then, what, what would he do, would he touch her first or would he resist untill she was hyrting so much that he maybe hoped that she wouldnt notice. His fingers in the waistband of her panties told her everthing as he invaded her in every way possible. Her sharp intake of breath must have been very audible, and the almost involuntary spreading of her legs also very noticeable, “god” she thought, here I am hoping that he “fucks” me rather than punishing me, “am I becoming a slut”?
Even as she thought it his fingers slid deep inside her and she knew that she wanted more. Esme opened her legs wider, a lot wider. The headmaster rtesponded by pinching her clitoris, Esme almost exploded with desire, “please sir, please, for gods sake, please oh please now, nowwww I neeeeed it”, then without warning he stopped touching her, Esme shook her bottom in anticipation, “God ” she thought “I need it so much”.
As Esme turned to look at “The Head”, the tawse inpacted on her bottom with a tremendously “meaty” “Splat”, with one “tail” of it winding in to land shust short of her outer labia. For Esme the surprise was total, one moment she had been enjoying a most superb finger fucking, fully expecting a large male member to slide into her and then the most awfull searing pain that she had ever known, planted upon her bottom cheecks and that nasty little “tail” curling up and between her legs like some kind of aftershock from a dreadfull tsunami.
Esme screamed and “bucked”, tugging for all she was worth at her fetters , legs twisting and shimmying, then it hit her again, and again, and again in quick succession. Esme was “out of it” with pain, struggling and crying with tears staining the floor. By the time the final stroke impacted Esme was kicking out wildly, for that was the only real movement that she had, her bottom and legs bruised and heavily welted and then she collapsed over the bench and stopped moving, her head hanging down chest heaving as she dragged air into her lungs. Almost immediately, Esme became aware of his fingers delving into her and at the same time realised that she just couldnt wait, but she didnt have too, just seconds later his member thrust into her in one precise non stop movement, causing Esme to emit a most sexy high piched squeak as she gasped for air, and then Esme knew that she would not be long reaching, that which she now acknowleded she needed the most of all, as she thought it, it happened. Esme could not control her reaction all that she could do was go with it. The following screach and prolonged “piggy” style “grunt” would almost certainly have embarrased her greatly, had she not been so totally lost to her pleasure, and then she became aware of the most violent thrusting of his member into her, and then she felt her own arousaL HAPPENING ALL OVER AGAIN, “OH GOD YES YES YES ” AS SHE OPENED HER LEGS WIDER THAN SHE EVER THOUGHT SHE COULD, inviting her headmaster to defile her even more than he had already, Esme didnt want it to end, but all too soon she felt him withdraw.
Minutes passed, Esme could hardly believe what had taken place, she couldnt think what had come over her, had she really actually enjoyed that? As she lay there, still fettered, she could feel seamen running down her legs, and then she realised that her legs were still spread wide apart, as she closed her legs her bottom started to throb and she remembered why she had originally been summoned here.
Then he was standing in front of her again. “Now young lady, I want you to tell me why it was necessary for you to be punished today, you surely must have thought of it by now, has the tawse done its job, has it taught you a lesson, come on now speak up “?
Esme looked at him wide eyed, mouth open, slowly shaking her head, “he couldnt be serious, after what had just happened”, she thought. Esme`s breathing increased, her mouth went dry as she tried desperately to understand what it was that he wanted her to say, as she realised that he was indeed serious, very serious .
One week had passed, Esme shook like a leaf, as she walked to her next appointment with her headmaster.
Esme knew that he would punish her again, for she still could not tell him what it was that he wanted to know, she still did not understand what it was that she done that was so wrong. As she timidly knocked upon the door, it was wrenched open before her and there he stood looking down at her.
Esme looked into his face ,her thoughts confirmed. “In”, he stood aside to let her in. Esme walked on leaden legs and stood in front of his desk, placing her hands on top of her head as she did so, she didnt want to make him angrier than he obviously already was. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that awfull bench.
“Right girl, why are you here”? “Because you summoned me here sir”,said Esme.
“Dont get “cute” with me girl,or you`ll regret it I can tell you, now again, why are you here”?
Esme burst into tears, “Please sir, Im sorry, I realy dont know sir, I just cant think what it is that I did wrong sir, please sir I dont want to be punished again sir it hurts too much, please tell me sir, what did I do wrong”?
The headmaster had slowly been getting redder and redder as she spoke, and now he exploded.
“DONT KNOW, DONT KNOW, YOU STILL DONT KNOW, after all this time, you want me to tell you”.
“Ill tell you alright, this time it is just too much, this time you`re coming with me little madam, Im going to take you to my monthly meeting with the headmasters association and have you dealt with in a proper manor, see if they can beat some sense into you, now place your hands behind you so that I can cuff them”.
Esme was terrified,” Ppppp..lease sir Im realy sorry, couldnt you deal with me sir, Ill willingly do anything you want sir”, Esme couldnt believe she was doing this, but fear was forcing her on.
“Oh certainly, of course you will you little slut, like you did before waving your arse at me, seducing me as you did, I suppose youll be inviting me to use your mouth next, huh, I know your sort, what you realy need is a good old fashioned whipping, preferably attached to a good old fashioned post, but for the moment a good dose of the tawse would almost certainly do you good so get yourself over that bench right now”.
Poor Esme stood there mouth agape, tears flooding down her cheeks.
Legs shaking almost uncontrollably ,Esme turned towards the dreaded bench and draped herself across it, placing nher hands as she did so in the “cuffs” and waited whilst the headmaster tightened the strap across her back, then he tightened up her “cuffs” and went around to her rear. Esme knew what to expect so it was no surprise to feel his hand between her legs and his fingers delving into her body. At the same time Esme felt her arrousal, she wanted him so much yet she knew that she would have to endure the tawse first, as his hand was taken away Esme tensed herself.