So I’d just told the headmaster I was made to be strapped and spanked. By him. Seems I have a thing for headmasters, don’t I?
o he smiled at me. Because I’d said the right thing. And because he knew perfectly well that I wanted him.
No, I didn’t just want him. I wanted him to be as cruel to me as he could bring himself to be, before he laid me down, spread my thighs and made me feel – all the things I wanted to feel.
I wanted him to walk on me, to pull me around by my hair. I wanted him to slap me, and make me cry for him. I wanted his cock to stretch me until I was so filled up I’d think I couldn’t take him.
I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.