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“You’re a clever girl, aren’t you, Cindy? When you try to be.”   

“If you say so, Sir.”

 He smiled again. “Well, that’s a good answer. Now, we’ve got more time in this session, you and I, because it’s after school. We’ll use our time together to see if we can’t turn you into a better girl. How would you think I’m going to teach you that lesson?”

Cindy looked at the cane on his desk. It looked innocent, and not so innocent at all. She drew in a breath.  

“Oh, no, Cindy. Not the cane.”

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you -” 

“Not yet, anyway.” Cindy swallowed. “No, we’re going to start with you getting a long overdue spanking.” 

Cindy blushed. That was a child’s punishment. “A spanking, Sir?”  

“Yes. A good long spanking. On your bare bottom. Over my knee.” 

 Cindy felt herself trembling. It wasn’t fear. It was … something else. Her pussy was flowing. Her panties would have been wet, if she’d been wearing any. She wanted this. It was something she’d longed for, from the Headmaster. She feared it, too. He’d see everything; he’d know how excited her pussy was. And it would still hurt. His hand landing on her palm had taught her that. He spanked hard. 

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Cindy felt proud. She wanted his praise. It was good to earn it. He took away the hand that had supported hers. “You won’t take your hand away, will you, Cindy?”

Cindy shook her head. “Oh no, Sir.” 

“Good. Because if you do I’ll cane you, Cindy. Before school, and again after school, every day for a week. Is that clear?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“That what’ll happen to you, if you move your hand. But I don’t expect to have to do it. The point is that you’re being taught obedience, and I don’t want you to fail your first lesson. That’s why it’s important enough to cane you for it, and to warn you in advance. So don’t disobey me.” 

Cindy thought about that. Her instincts would make her want to move her hand away. He was giving her a reason, a good reason, to override her instincts and use her self-discipline. The harshness of the threat would protect her from getting any extra punishment at all…

 Cindy said, “You won’t have to punish me, Sir. I’ll keep my hand out.” 

“Exactly. So you will.” He smacked Cindy’s hand again, his palm giving hers a rough kiss. And again.

That was four smacks, and her palm was stinging. But it somehow felt sweet. And her pussy was in bliss. 

 The Master smiled at her. “That was good behaviour, girl. You can rub your hands now.” 

Cindy frowned. “Aren’t you going to smack my other hand, Sir?” 

The Master laughed, a warm sound. “Not at the moment, girl. Now, do you know why you just got smacked?” 

Cindy thought. He’d asked her why she was there, in his office. She’d said it was to collect her panties. Yes, she could see, now, that that was the wrong answer. 

 “You smacked my hand because I didn’t say the real reason why I’m here. I’ve been late to school, I’ve been cheeky to my teachers, and my work is not … going well. So I’m here to have the second session of my punishment.” 

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Finally the Master looked up. “Why are you here, Cindy?”

Cindy thought. She wanted to give a safe answer, that wouldn’t lead to more trouble for her. She tried, “To get my panties back? You said I could collect them after school?”

The Master smiled. “Hold out your hand. Straight out. Your left hand, with your palm upwards. Nice and flat. Now!”

Cindy obeyed. It felt so strange. She was bare-bottomed, and obeying the man who only this morning had stripped, strapped and fucked her. And yet she wasn’t frightened, not really. All she could feel was desire. Her pussy was so wet. She wanted him to hurt her hand, her bottom, wherever he liked. So long as he fucked her afterwards. 

The Master took her hand in both of his. His hands were warm, and strong. He smiled at her again, but it was different, more consoling. He was pleased with her.  He said, “Good girl. Now, you can be brave and obedient for me, can’t you?” 

Cindy felt her heart pounding. Yes, that was right. She wanted to show him her bravery and obedience. He would see it, and be pleased with her. She was born to be a good girl. “Oh yes, Sir. I’ll do as I’m told.”

The Master let one hand under hers, holding and supporting her. He raised his other hand, and brought it down on her palm. “Oh!” Cindy squeaked. It stung. 

He lifted his hand, looking into her eyes so that she had to gaze at his, and smacked her again. Cindy gasped this time, but didn’t make any vocal noise. The Master nodded. “Good girl,” he said again. 

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Something very traditional, this. And not entirely uncheesy. But I do like an adult schoolgirl, and this is by request. Enjoy!

Cindy and the Head 1

Cindy tapped on the Master’s door. She tapped timidly, hoping he might not hear. Or he’d be too busy. Or he’d be out. She felt very strange, with her bottom still hot from her strapping, and her uniform skirt brushing against her bottom, She’d never had to go without panties for a day before, and it somehow felt more naked than if she really had had to take the skirt off too. It was the way the material touched her. 

Some of the other teachers seem to have known that she was bare under her skirt. And that her bottom would be striped and hot. The news that she’d been to see the Headmaster was out, and people made their guesses. 

She remembered how hard she’d screamed, when she’d come for him, helpless over his desk. Maybe people had thought she was getting the cane; maybe they didn’t know she’d had the strap and liked it, and then … Then his hard thing all the way inside her. 

Well, if she stood outside his door all afternoon, people would see her. She knocked a little harder. 

At last she heard his voice, through the panels. “Come!” 

She smiled for a second. That wave of pleasure she’d had over his desk. The one that had made her scream: she’d heard that was called “coming”. If he was telling her to do that again, she’d love to obey him. 

She opened the door. The Headmaster didn’t look up, so she shuffled to his desk and stood there, waiting.  

She looked down at his desk. the strap had gone, mercifully. But the cane was still there, and so was that pink cylindrical thing. She was puzzled by that. It was, surely smaller than his own “thing”, that he’d put inside her. Why would he have something else, something smaller, to put inside her? The ghost of an answer occurred to her, and she abruptly made herself stop thinking about it. 

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