William Cyr - The Headmaster

The other two exchanged knowing glances. Frank, of course, knew that it had been Elizabeth who had suggested the spanking plan. Young Erica Schmidt might dye her hair and have plastic surgery on her face, but there was no way that she was going to change the lush contours in that beautiful ass of hers! Frank had devised the spanking scheme for the express purpose of identifying Erica, but there was no doubt that he was going to have a great deal of enjoyment in carrying it out. And, after the war, it would be quite amusing to tell the story of the eight young American gals who got their bums burned for Old Glory!

"A rather novel idea, I must say," Frank interjected, smiling at his blushing visitor. "And I gather you want me to administer the discipline!" He spoke in a deliberately underkeyed fashion.

"Well, if you don't mind," Donna replied.

Frank's eyebrows came up at that innocent remark. Apparently his attractive guest did not grasp the true nature of spanking, and what it was really all about. Well, she'd learn!

"You see, we wanted an outsider to do the job," Donna went on. "No girl would dish out a really effective spanking because she'd be too afraid of retaliation."

"I understand," Frank told her. "By sheer coincidence, it so happens that I have some unique qualifications for that sort of thing.

He proceeded to tell them in some detail of his duties as headmaster of an English girls' school before the war. Elizabeth, who had only a sketchy idea of his background, sat as wide-eyed and attentive as her companion as he told them of the strict discipline administered to the pupils, even those in their late-teens. Obviously unfamiliar with such practices, they listened with fascination as he told them about the standard practice of requiring girls to bend over while their uniform skirts were raised, their panties lowered, and six or more cuts of the cane applied to their completely bare buttocks. From the way both young women squirmed in their seats, Frank could see that both of them could just feel one of those whippy canes being applied to their unclad posteriors.

"Well, I suppose a cane would be too severe for your tender American bottoms," he remarked with an amused laugh.

"Yes!" both girls agreed in unison.

Frank shrugged to indicate that it wasn't all that important. "I can just use my hand, of course," he told them. "That can be quite effective, too."

"Yes, I'm sure it can!" Donna rather breathlessly agreed. It was clear that she was quite intrigued to be talking to a man who had experience in disciplining the opposite sex.

"However, I do think there should be some sort of ceremony," Frank explained. "Otherwise, the atmosphere would be too much like a birthday party spanking, and the girl wouldn't think of it as punishment."

"That makes sense," Elizabeth supported him. The attractive brunette had allowed her skirt to ride up to give him a full glimpse of the two wide bands at the top of her stockings and a fleeting glimpse of bare white thigh.

"Well, what do you mean?" Donna asked, obviously curious.

"Well, for example," Frank said, pretending to improvise, although he had thought it all through beforehand. "A schoolgirl-type uniform, something to give the impression that she's a big girl being treated like a little girl. White blouse, short pleated black jumper, but worn with nylons and high heels. Pigtails, perhaps."

"Nylons are hard to get these days," Donna objected.

"We can manage," Elizabeth said.

"And perhaps the victim should stand in the corner before and after the spanking," Frank added. "However, we can work out all those details.

Now, perhaps, you two would like to join me in a drink."

"I can't. I have to run," Donna told him.

"I'd be happy to!" Elizabeth replied, flashing him a knowing smile and swinging one pretty leg back and forth as she spoke.

When Donna had departed, Frank poured them each a drink and once again sat down across from his attractive visitor.

"Well, does any of the girls resemble your little Nazi girlfriend?"

Elizabeth asked.

"There are only two of them who could be her," Frank said. "The others are wrong for one reason or another."

"That's funny," Elizabeth told him. "I thought you'd say all seven of them resembled her, just so you could spank all seven of them."

Frank laughed. "I'll admit that that fiendish thought did occur to me," he admitted. "And I'll wager that I wind up spanking all eight of you, anyway!"

Elizabeth laughed, as though the idea were totally preposterous. "That's absurd," she told him.

"But you don't understand how much girls like to see other girls punished," he explained. "Once one or two of them have gotten it, they'll want a couple of more to get it and so on. It'll be contagious!"

From the look on her face, he could tell that she agreed he had a point.

"You better not spank me!" she told him archly.

"Since you're the one who suggested the spanking idea to the girls in the first place, I'm sure there's no way on earth we'll be able to save that priceless bottom of yours!" Frank told her with a laugh.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it!" Elizabeth replied.

"Now, tell me what you've found out," Frank said. "Any clues, suggestions, hints. Anything."

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, obviously embarrassed to bring up whatever was on her mind. "You said Erica had Lesbian tendencies," she remarked, her eyes lowered.

"Well, well," Frank exclaimed, registering surprise. "Well, go ahead and tell me about it."

"One of the girls is a Lesbian," Elizabeth told him, looking quite shamefaced as she spoke. "She and I had, uh… uh a session together!"

"Which one?" Frank asked, leaning forward with obvious interest.

"Jean Wright," Elizabeth said. "Is she one of your suspects?"

"Yes," Frank replied. "Well, go ahead and tell me about it."

Elizabeth looked quite embarrassed. "Please, let's spare the details," she demurred.

"No, I have to know," Frank insisted. "Some little clue that you might not think important might make all the difference."

With considerable embarrassment, Elizabeth began recounting her story.

"It was late…" she began.

The apartment that the eight girls were sharing had been partitioned off into two main rooms. The rear room served as a dormitory where all the girls slept on various beds and cots. The front room served as a combination living and dining room. Unable to sleep one evening, Elizabeth had gotten up from her cot and gone into the front room for a cigarette. It was a warm evening, and she was wearing light summer pajamas, through which the outline of her full figure was easily discernible.

Thinking that all of the other girls were asleep, she was visibly startled when she heard the sound of a key turning in the front door.

Before she could react, however, the door opened and in popped Jean.

"Hi!" Jean exclaimed, flashing a smile at her new roommate. She spoke in a semi-whisper to avoid disturbing the other girls.

"Where have you been?" Elizabeth asked with some surprise, also speaking in a low voice. "It must be two o'clock."

"Looking for some action," Jean replied, sitting down beside her on the couch. "Can I have a cigarette? I hate to bum one when you have to stand in line all day for a pack, but I really need one."

"Okay," Elizabeth replied, handing her a cigarette. As she did so, she discreetly looked over her attractive roommate. Jean was a full-figured young woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. She had jet-black hair with darkly expressive blue eyes that seemed constantly in motion, as if she were searching for something. She had seated herself quite carelessly, allowing her dark skirt to ride up over the tops of her tightly suspendered dark brown stockings. "And how was the night life tonight?" Elizabeth asked.