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A Most Wicked Headmaster JM45 |
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"Your bare backside?" he asked in a thick and excited tone. Her stare and expression were now serious, transmitting to him her understanding of his hidden meaning, her voice cracked as she replied. "Yes, on my bare backside." She hesitated and then asked in a simpering little voice. "Does it have to be the cane?" He gave a wry smile. "Over my lap then." Her knowing smile and look were all the answer he needed; he felt his cock jerk within his trousers at the simpering little half-smile the slut gave him. "Lock the door," he said and moved his chair back a little from the desk. The headmaster watched as the long-legged girl walked to the door swinging her hips, she turned the key and then faced him, a broad smile now creasing her face. He gave a low groan as she walked back toward him, hoisting her little skirt up around her waist to stand dutifully by the side of his chair. The slut was delightful, the way her little panties pulled up into her crotch to make her slender thighs seem even longer than they were and the way the gusset of her panties pulled up to part the lips of her pussy; the shape of it beneath clearly defined beneath the thin material. "Lay across me then," he instructed her. The girl paused only to hook her thumbs in the side-strings of her panties, to slide them down to her ankles before laying face down across his lap. The warmth and feel of her youthful body was transmitted instantly through his trousers and onto his thighs and cock as her bodyweight added the pressure so necessary in sexual contact. The little bitch wriggled her hips to become comfortable, drawing attention to her rounded buttock cheeks at the same time. He groaned softly as he viewed them, so silky and firm, so soft and pale, he felt his cock leak pre-lubrication at the thought of simply touching her. Her
arms and legs stiffened as one, splaying out to beat wildly in
the air as the flat of his hand slapped hard down to make her backside
quiver under the force of it. Her back arched and her head lifted, turning
wide eyed in shock at the stinging pain she had received. It was on
the second slap that she cried out; even in her pain she had the presence
of mind to bite her lip and to stifle any scream. "Yes," she whimpered as a whisper, "yes, there." "Where?" he asked, "your pussy?" Her voice was thick with arousal as she confirmed. "Yes, please there." The girl yelped as his hand slammed down again, spanking hard again on the enflamed areas of her cheeks. Again and again the hand slammed down, the fingertips now edging toward the puffy lips of her labia as they peeked out between the tops of her thighs. The first slap on her pussy lips sent her into a wild thrashing of her body, her arms and legs flailing as the excruciating pain and pleasure mix tore through her. On the second the same was repeated, her mouth open and gaping, sucking in air to feed the mix of sensations rushing through her inexperienced body. The third slap made her whimper and grunt, her body now building toward her peak. She tensed, her whole body locked rigid and the breath left her body in one huge sigh, she convulsed and shook and then came to orgasm on his lap.
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