William Cyr - The Headmaster

Splat! Smack!

Beginning just above the top of her right stocking, Frank began applying another series of spanks to her comely posterior. Some of the on-looking girls were biting their nails rather feverishly as the extent of Betty's suffering and shame began to register on them, while others were smirking with unconcealed delight that the little manstealer was getting her just desserts. And there were others that Frank was almost positive would have dearly loved to have traded place with the squirming, red-bottomed victim.

"Look how red her bottom is getting!!" one of the girls exclaimed in a voice that mixed dismay with excitement. Others joined in. Most spoke in a low, confidential tone of voice but poor Betty could still hear most of what was said, and words like "red" and "hot" predominated.

"Ouch! Oh, no! This is awful!" Crying quite hard, Betty sounded thoroughly distraught as Frank's solid hand began popping up and down against her unprotected and girlishly tender bottom with dreadful regularity. "Ouch! Oh, no! Please! That's enough! I can't stand it anymore! Please, girls, I'll never do it again! Never!"

"That'll teach her!" someone remarked vengefully.

"Gee, I didn't know a girl's bottom could get that red!" another onlooker added.

As her curvaceous bottom and upper thighs turned a bright, feverish shade of scarlet under Frank's husky palm, Betty miserably wiggled like a snake and kicked her shapely, stocking-clad legs back and forth in an undignified but highly appealing dance of shame and pain. In her growing distress, she could no longer preserve her modesty and her pretty legs were jerking hard and wide, frequently revealing her bright pink cuntal slit and the dark fleecy hair surrounding it.

"Oh, my!" more than one girl gasped as the watching girls realized how much Betty was exposing herself. Nearly all of them blushed prettily at the sight of girlish charms so lewdly displayed, and while some of them reacted with great embarrassment, others showed almost total fascination. Although he really didn't know, Frank was quite sure that more than one pair of panties was filled with feminine cream.

Splat! Smack!

Frank continued applying his open hand to her ever reddening spank spot, carefully distributing the firm applications to keep the color scheme even. Betty's rosy and frantically twitching bottom, her anguished tear-stained face, her wildly swinging, nyloned legs, and indecently displayed coral groove all combined to provide him with a great deal of sadomasochistic gratification. He hadn't felt so exhilarated since his days as headmaster back in England before the war.

"Ouch! Oh, no! Stop! I beg you!" Betty pleaded almost hysterically as Frank unmercifully continued building up the raging bonfire in her comely backside. "That's enough! Please! Oh, pleeeeeeese! I can't take it anymore!"

Frank paused to rest his arm for a moment and to inspect the results. By this time, Betty's delightfully curvaceous feminine bottom and upper thighs were a brilliant shade of scarlet all over and were obviously burning with a deep, penetrating heat. Sobbing quite hard and swinging her legs back and forth in a totally abandoned manner that afforded a wanton display of bright pink pussy lips, the miserably young woman thrashed about wildly in a futile effort to get some relief for her thoroughly scalded buttocks.

"Look how red she is!" one of the girls remarked in a low but audible voice. Others exchanged similar comments that the suffering young secretary couldn't help overhearing.

"Please, no more!" Betty begged although she was almost too breathless to get the words out. "Please! I'm simply burning up! Girls, I promise I'll never do it again!"

Taking a quick look around the room, Frank could see that Betty's roommates were almost hypnotized by the sight of frantically squirming, bright red feminine buttocks and exposed girlish charms. Several of them were positively squirming with what was obviously erotic stimulation.

"One more spank and then it's over to the corner with you, young lady!"

Frank announced.

Whack!

The final spank, the hardest of them all, cracked like a pistol shot as it crashed against Betty's flaming spank spot.

"Ouch!" Betty screamed, her head snapping back and her sandaled feet flying upward.

Frank promptly lifted the sobbing young woman to her feet and forcefully marched her back to the corner where she had been standing when he first entered.

"Hold your skirt up!" he demanded. "Otherwise, you'll get some more of this!" he added, smacking her burning rear to show what he meant.

Sobbing heavily and obviously willing to do anything to save her blistered bottom from further torment, Betty haplessly grabbed the hem of her jumper with both hands and held it up above the waist. Her panties forming a small ring around her ankles, she stood sobbing and sniffling with her beautiful, bright red buttocks on full view for everyone to see. Framed by her black garter belt and stockings, her scarlet spank spot glowed like a brilliant sunset.

To complete her disgrace, all of her roommates applauded appreciatively as Frank stepped back and collapsed into a comfortable seat where he could observe his miserable victim.

"That was beautiful!" one girl told him. "That little manstealer deserved to get spanked clear down to her stockings!"

"Oh, but I'd hate to get spanked bare!" he heard another girl say as the various roommates excitedly began discussing the session. No one left the room and there were frequent glances over at the bare-bottomed culprit sniffling in the corner.

"Bet you could use a drink after that," Donna told him, handing him one as she spoke.

"Thanks," Frank replied, leaning back to enjoy his drink and the sight of Betty standing disgraced in the corner. He listened carefully to the comments of the other girls, and could tell that they were quite intrigued by the system of roommate regulation that he had just demonstrated for them. "There's one souvenir of the occasion I would like," he spoke quietly to Donna, whispering his request in her ear.

"Sure!" she replied, a broad grin on her face. She immediately got to her feet and walked over to her Betty. "Come on, Betty, step out of those panties!" she told the hapless girl. "Your master would like a souvenir."

Amid amused giggles and comments from the watching girls, Betty managed to step out of her pink panties. Donna picked them up and handed them to Frank as if he'd won a prize. Pocketing the wispy garment, be dawdled over his drink for the next quarter hour. When he finally left, Betty was still standing bare-bottomed and humiliated in the corner.

When Frank returned to his apartment, he was rather confident that one of the girls would soon be trailing after him. The spanking session had contained so many sexual undertones that it seemed inevitable. As a result, he was not surprised when he heard a knock on the door. Feeling relaxed and in a rather pleasant frame of mind, he opened the door.

"Bastard! Son-of-a-bitch! I ought to call the police!"

She spat the words out in a furious tone of voice. It was Betty, blushing and enraged!

"How dare you do such a thing to me?" she hissed. "That spanking was just supposed to be some kind of gag. You weren't supposed to…"

Frank smiled at the display of spirit. "Come in, Betty," he told her, standing aside.

The furious young woman lunged at him, and it was only at the last minute that he saw the gleaming scissors in her hand. He grabbed her wrists, deflecting the blow as she nearly fell against him. The scissors nicked his shirt and clattered noisily to the floor. Frank kept his hold on her wrist and she struggled to get away.

"Let me go!" she demanded. "Let me go! You fiend!"

"You little hellcat!" Frank spoke with a trace of amusement in his voice. Holding her wrist and dragging her inside the apartment, Frank kicked the scissors aside and shut the door.