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would remain spread open while the others
came into the principal’s office for their punishments. He made a few
adjustments, repositioning her left knee and pushing her skirt up to fully
expose her naked bottom half. She watched him the whole time, wanting to run
her fingers through his thick black hair and pepper kisses over his perpetually
tanned skin. He was so wonderfully sadistic.
“Beautiful,” he said. “I must share
this with Eddie.” He peeked out the door and exchanged words with his mentee.
Catherine couldn’t make out exactly what he said, but she didn’t really need to
know.
Eddie followed Master Carlos into
the room, closing the door behind them. They stood in front of Catherine,
studying her bondage. Eddie gestured to her pussy area. “She took all of it?”
Master Carlos grinned. “I told you
she would. What do you think?”
“It’s stunning, as usual.” Eddie
gestured to Catherine’s breasts. “But I think you forgot something.” He opened
the three buttons on her blouse and unlatched the front snap on her white lace
bra, exposing her breasts to their lust-filled gazes. “You get so wrapped up in
displaying the cunt that you forget the tits.”
Master Carlos nodded in agreement.
“They’ll need to be flogged, of course. Bring in the next wayward student. I’ll
deal with him while you turn these tits an attractive shade of red. I’ll want
to hear her screams despite the gag.”
Catherine sucked air through her
nose. She tried to wiggle, to beg Master Carlos to reconsider, but the movement
only served a painful reminder that she had something in her ass that was far
too large for the space. She ended up whimpering. Eddie chuckled, and then he
left the room to get the next bottom in need of punishment.
Master Carlos caressed her cheek.
“You’ll think twice the next time the urge strikes you to masturbate in class.”
Yes, she would, but that most
likely wouldn’t stop her from at least trying, especially if ‘class’ was meant
to symbolize ‘shower.’ Eddie, in addition to being a Dom-in-training, was
friend of theirs, and he often played a part in their public scenes. Catherine
was a smart ass, and Eddie was a frequent participant in doling out her
punishments. Over the past year, his skills had come quite far.
The next appointment came in with
his head bowed. He was big, towering above Master Carlos and Eddie, but his
manner negated his stature. While Carlos talked to the man about his
transgression and expected punishment, Eddie plucked a flogger with long, thin
falls from the wall. Having experienced this one before, Catherine shivered in
anticipation. Being struck with that thing would light a fire on her chest that
would eclipse the one that lingered on her ass after Master Carlos’s spanking.
“Tears,” Eddie said as he swished
the flogger through the air in a few practice moves. “Nothing says you’re sorry
like uncontrolled crying.”
If anybody could take her there,
Eddie could. He pushed her shirt and bra down her shoulders so they couldn’t
slip and get in the way of his blows. Without preamble, talking, or a warm up,
he started in on her breasts. Catherine had a generous endowment, and the way
her arms were bound thrust her chest out, offering it for this service. She
could take a lot, which was good, because Eddie wouldn’t stop until she was
sobbing so hard she was choking on her snot, or until Master Carlos made him.
Fire streaked across her girls,
sending spikes of pain in all directions. It didn’t take long to make her
scream, but her gag made them sound more like moans. Catherine appreciated the
irony, as her screams were fake at this point—a bit of bratty behavior because
she rarely stopped being a smartass while in a scene. Hell, in real life, she
rarely stopped being a smartass.
Sounds of spanking came from across
the room. The man’s cries made Catherine’s seem small by comparison. She rolled
her eyes. Men were such delicate creatures.
came into the principal’s office for their punishments. He made a few
adjustments, repositioning her left knee and pushing her skirt up to fully
expose her naked bottom half. She watched him the whole time, wanting to run
her fingers through his thick black hair and pepper kisses over his perpetually
tanned skin. He was so wonderfully sadistic.
“Beautiful,” he said. “I must share
this with Eddie.” He peeked out the door and exchanged words with his mentee.
Catherine couldn’t make out exactly what he said, but she didn’t really need to
know.
Eddie followed Master Carlos into
the room, closing the door behind them. They stood in front of Catherine,
studying her bondage. Eddie gestured to her pussy area. “She took all of it?”
Master Carlos grinned. “I told you
she would. What do you think?”
“It’s stunning, as usual.” Eddie
gestured to Catherine’s breasts. “But I think you forgot something.” He opened
the three buttons on her blouse and unlatched the front snap on her white lace
bra, exposing her breasts to their lust-filled gazes. “You get so wrapped up in
displaying the cunt that you forget the tits.”
Master Carlos nodded in agreement.
“They’ll need to be flogged, of course. Bring in the next wayward student. I’ll
deal with him while you turn these tits an attractive shade of red. I’ll want
to hear her screams despite the gag.”
Catherine sucked air through her
nose. She tried to wiggle, to beg Master Carlos to reconsider, but the movement
only served a painful reminder that she had something in her ass that was far
too large for the space. She ended up whimpering. Eddie chuckled, and then he
left the room to get the next bottom in need of punishment.
Master Carlos caressed her cheek.
“You’ll think twice the next time the urge strikes you to masturbate in class.”
Yes, she would, but that most
likely wouldn’t stop her from at least trying, especially if ‘class’ was meant
to symbolize ‘shower.’ Eddie, in addition to being a Dom-in-training, was
friend of theirs, and he often played a part in their public scenes. Catherine
was a smart ass, and Eddie was a frequent participant in doling out her
punishments. Over the past year, his skills had come quite far.
The next appointment came in with
his head bowed. He was big, towering above Master Carlos and Eddie, but his
manner negated his stature. While Carlos talked to the man about his
transgression and expected punishment, Eddie plucked a flogger with long, thin
falls from the wall. Having experienced this one before, Catherine shivered in
anticipation. Being struck with that thing would light a fire on her chest that
would eclipse the one that lingered on her ass after Master Carlos’s spanking.
“Tears,” Eddie said as he swished
the flogger through the air in a few practice moves. “Nothing says you’re sorry
like uncontrolled crying.”
If anybody could take her there,
Eddie could. He pushed her shirt and bra down her shoulders so they couldn’t
slip and get in the way of his blows. Without preamble, talking, or a warm up,
he started in on her breasts. Catherine had a generous endowment, and the way
her arms were bound thrust her chest out, offering it for this service. She
could take a lot, which was good, because Eddie wouldn’t stop until she was
sobbing so hard she was choking on her snot, or until Master Carlos made him.
Fire streaked across her girls,
sending spikes of pain in all directions. It didn’t take long to make her
scream, but her gag made them sound more like moans. Catherine appreciated the
irony, as her screams were fake at this point—a bit of bratty behavior because
she rarely stopped being a smartass while in a scene. Hell, in real life, she
rarely stopped being a smartass.
Sounds of spanking came from across
the room. The man’s cries made Catherine’s seem small by comparison. She rolled
her eyes. Men were such delicate creatures.
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