William Cyr - The Headmaster

"Yes!" Elizabeth quickly replied. "Yes! Yes!" other girls joined in with eager voices. It was unanimous.

"Oh, no!" Betty screamed, trying to struggle but only managing to wave her stockinged legs quite prettily. "No! No! I simply couldn't stand it!

Please, this is too humiliating!"

Her face was a deep shade of scarlet as she haplessly glanced back over her shoulder, and Frank resisted the temptation to tell her that her bottom would soon be as red as her face. Instead, he confined his attentions to the task of getting those fragile panties down out of the way. The baring of that attractive young Washington secretary proved much more exciting than Frank, or any of the attentive onlookers, would have imagined.

While poor Betty screamed and struggled to preserve her modesty, Frank rolled the pink panties down as if he were unwrapping a Christmas present. Everyone stared as girlishly wide and beautifully rounded buttocks, as smooth as satin and a delicious pink white in coloration, came into view. The two lush globes quivered lasciviously as Frank slowly pulled her panties down below the expanded tops of her black stockings.

"Oh, this is horrible! Simply awful! Please!" Betty was nearly beside herself with anger and humiliation. Glancing back over her shoulder to confirm how obscenely she was exposed, the distraught young woman shut her eyes as if to block out the sight and hastily turned her head away.

Once again Frank paused to admire the scenery. Apparently expecting the spanking to begin at any moment, Betty could not refrain from flexing and puckering her lovely buttocks in a manner that was almost outrageously provocative. Although the other girls had been tittering and smirking, they were now quietly staring at those naughty, quivering mounds that were soon going to have to take their spanks from a masculine palm.

Frank was tempted to begin with a real hard smack that would sound like a revolver shot as it cracked against her pretty rear, but he decided against that. Instead, the spanking would start lightly and slowly, letting the heat build up gradually. Like an artist, he was going to paint Betty's gorgeous posterior and upper thighs a flaming red, and he was going to apply the paint very slowly and spread it around very evenly. When he got through with the job, Betty's charming hindquarters were going to resemble a couple of overripe tomatoes!

Frank inspected the quivering target area carefully and raised his right hand in the air. The other girls were watching intently, some of them biting their lips. He could feel Betty's entire body tensing in anticipation of that first spank.

Slap!

Frank applied the first spank lightly and quite low, just above the top of her right stocking.

"Ooohhh!" Betty gasped, more from horror at having a masculine hand in contact with her precious posterior than from discomfort. Some of the other girls also gasped, and it was obvious that they were thinking about what it would be like to be in that position.

Frank left his hand resting in place right where it landed, discreetly allowing his fingers to probe the silken flesh. Betty puckered with embarrassment and instinctively tried to squirm away from the man's hand. Raising his hand and pausing for a moment to admire the light pink spot, Frank administered a second light slap slightly above the first.

"Oooh!" Betty once again jerked her hips as his hand came into contact with her pretty posterior. "This is awful! Please! I'm a grown woman I … I…"

"Take your medicine, you little manstealer!" one of the girls spoke out, and it was readily apparent that she was echoing the sentiments of the others.

"You just wait till you have to take it bare!" Betty retorted hotly.

Slap!

The third light spank landed at the very base of her right buttock, and Frank's exploring hand pressed downward against the almost-unbelievably resilient feminine flesh.

"Ow!" Betty protested. "Don't, please! Please!"

Smack!

The next crisp spank landed squarely upon the surface of her right bottom cheek. The vulnerable target felt velvety smooth and spongy soft beneath Frank's palm, and he could feel the hapless young woman shriveling with humiliation at the intimate contact. The other girls were all watching intently, and Frank could see some of them squirming as if vicariously undergoing the experience themselves.

Slap!

Switching to the left buttock, Frank applied the next spank lightly and quite high on her rotund posterior.

"Ooohhh!" Betty gasped, unintentionally pumping her lush bottom provocatively as Frank's masculine palm pressed down firmly against the softly yielding flesh.

Taking his time about it, Frank slowly worked down her left buttock and thigh to the top of her stocking. Each spank produced a gasp and a pretty wiggle from his attractive victim, who was obviously having considerable difficulty retaining her self-control. By this time, her comely spanking surfaces were a light shade of pink all over and were obviously ready for the second installment.

"Please, this is too humiliating!" Betty implored, twisting around miserably on his lap. "Please, girls! Make him let me go!"

"This has only been the warm up!" Frank informed her. "I think your bottom is ready for a real spanking now!"

"No, please!" Betty sounded thoroughly alarmed. She looked back over her shoulder and twisted about in his lap in a frantic effort to reason with him. "Please! I couldn't take it! Please! Oh, please!"

The fingers of her right hand clawed back in an effort to provide some protection to her exposed posterior, and Frank could feel her entire body cringing in anticipation of the coming punishment. He could see the deep fear in her eyes as she desperately tried to talk him out of it.

Pressing down firmly against the small of her back with his left hand, he raised his right hand high above his shoulder.

WHACK!

Frank's hand cracked squarely across the crevice of her lush bottom with a resounding smack, flattening the resilient flesh beneath his palm.

"Oww!!" Betty shrieked, her pretty stockinged legs jerking backwards with a flash of black nylon. Her full, womanly hips jerked spasmodically and she instinctively struggled to free herself from his grip. "That hurts! Stop! Don't!"

The other girls gasped and some of them shuddered at the crisp sound of a bare man's hand landing squarely upon bare, plump feminine hips. Frank pressed his hand down firmly against the soft, quivering target to emphasize his control over her. Looking back over her shoulder with a look of total distress on her pretty face, she squirmed with mortification as Frank's hand explored her charming gluteals.

"Please, make him stop! That hurts something awful!" she pleaded with her roommates. "Please, you don't realize…"

Splat!

Frank's hand cracked smartly against her right cheek, once again flattening the flesh and inspiring her shapely, nylon-clad legs to swing backwards reflexively. Several of her roommates gasped at the earsplitting crack of bare masculine palm landing on bare, plump feminine flesh.

"Owwww!" Betty shrilled in a high soprano voice, haplessly trying to twist out of range of Frank's punitive hand. "Please, you're hurting me!

Stop! I can't stand it!"

Splat!

Frank applied a noisy spank to her left bottom cheek, flattening the pretty mound and allowing the tips of his fingers to explore the crevice that separated the two lush globes.

"Oww!" Betty yelped, and high-heeled sandals momentarily pointed toward the ceiling. "Please! You have no idea how much it hurts!"

Warm, salty tears were beginning to course down the young woman's cheeks, spoiling her makeup. Her distress and shame were clearly mirrored on her hotly flushed face, and she constantly twisted about in an unsuccessful effort to alleviate her discomfort. Shapely legs outlined in black nylons and garter belt were waving back and forth with her feet rarely touching the floor, and she was beginning to have difficulty holding them together.