William Cyr - The Headmaster

"Let me out of here!" Betty demanded, still struggling to get free.

Frank released her wrist and she backed up, breathless and glancing warily about. She was still wearing the outfit in which she had been spanked, and Frank noted that the black jumper was a little mussed from being held above her waist for so long. He could feel a powerful erection beginning to form as he recalled that event and gazed at the outraged but inviting young woman in front of him.

"Come on, let me out of here!" Betty once again demanded. "Let me go!"

Perhaps without realizing what she was doing, she reached behind her back with both hands and gingerly rubbed her bottom, which was apparently still stinging from the punishment that Frank had inflicted upon it.

"There's nothing cuter than a well-spanked gal rubbing her bottom!"

Frank told her.

"You bastard! I ought to go to the police!" she told him angrily. "You didn't have any right to completely bare me like that!" Her face flushed a pretty scarlet as she spoke.

"Oh, come off it!" Frank told her, advancing a step toward her. By this time, his developing erection had formed a promising curve in the front of his slacks, and it would only be a moment before she noticed it. "You liked it!" he told her. "It got you all hot and bothered, and that's why you're here!"

"Are you kidding?" Betty flashed an angry glance at him. "Why, I… I never heard of such a thing!"

Without saying anything, Frank took another step forward. Suddenly Betty noticed the threatening bulge in the front of his slacks! Her eyes widened with a mixture of horror and fascination, and she suddenly clasped a hand over her mouth.

"Hey, you're not…" she spoke in a hoarse voice. "Oh, for heaven's sakes! Please! Let me go!" As she spoke, she began backing up with slow, tiny steps, like a cornered animal looking for an escape. "I didn't come here to…"

"Sure you did!" Frank replied, advancing toward her in a confident manner.

"We got laws against rape, you know!" Betty reminded him, continuing to back up.

"Rape?" Frank told her. "You came here of your own free will. No court would ever convict me." A confident gleam in his eye, he watched as she unknowingly backed through an opened door that led to his bedroom.

"Let me out of here!" Betty pleaded, gasping when she was in the bedroom.

Frank stepped forward quickly and grabbed her wrists. The terrified, distressed look on her face made her all the more appealing, and Frank could feel his hot, hard penis pounding with masculine urgency.

"That spanking was just the warm up!" he told her. "Now you're going to get some real punishment!!"

"Please, you're hurting me!" Betty protested, her voice mirroring her distress. She made something of an effort to struggle, but it was readily apparent to both of them that he was much the stronger and could handle her at will.

"Don't fight and you won't get hurt!" Frank replied, keeping a firm grip on her wrists and pushing her toward the bed.

"Let me go!" Betty protested, quickly becoming quite breathless. "Let me go!"

"No point fighting it!" Frank told her. "You know you want it! That's why you came here! That spanking has gotten your little box all steamed up, and you're just dying for it!"

"No! No! No!" Betty protested, almost in tears. "I'll scream!"

"Then I'll have to gag you!" he warned her.

Still holding her wrists, he forced her down on the bed on her back and used his weight to control her body under him.

"Let me go! Let me go, please!" Betty pleaded in a voice that sounded increasingly desperate.

Frank held her down until he felt her heaving, breathless body go limp under him. Her face hotly flushed, she stared up at him like a trapped animal. She had undone her pigtails and her black hair had become quite mussed in the struggle. Her jumper was well up over her knees, providing an appealing display of shapely legs and trim feet attired in sheer black stockings and fancy high-heeled sandals.

"Now, don't fight and you won't get hurt!" Frank told her, releasing her wrists and preparing to disrobe.

Breathing hard and continually looking around as if seeking an escape route, Betty watched as Frank hastily removed his clothes. As he stripped off his shorts to reveal the full dimensions of his huge, desire-bloated penis, Betty gasped hard and stared at it with a mixture of fear and fascination. He could see her eyes drinking in the entire length of his throbbing muscle and the two heavy, swollen balls dangling below it.

"You beast!" she exclaimed, her young body shuddering. "You can't make …"

At the last second, the attractive young secretary decided to make a fight of it. Catching him by surprise, she suddenly came up off the bed and lashed out at him with both arms and feet. With strained gasps, the two of them started struggling. When he recovered from his initial surprise, Frank's greater strength began asserting itself. He forced her back to a supine position on the bed, and in the struggle her black jumper came up nearly to the waist. She had not bothered to replace the panties she had forfeited earlier, and Frank caught sight of her luscious pink cuntal lips in the black vee at the fork of her legs.

"Go ahead and fight all you like!" Frank told her, finding the struggle quite exhilarating.

"No! No, please let me go!" Betty pleaded, almost in tears.

Her efforts were obviously tiring her and her struggles began to subside.

"Quit fighting it, baby!" Frank told her. "You know you want that big cock in you!"

"No, please! Oh, this is awful!" she begged in a desperate voice.

"Please, don't rape me!"

"You're going to love that big meat in you!" Frank told her.

Satisfied that he had her under control, Frank stood up and gazed down lasciviously at her lush young feminine body. Flushed and breathing quite hard, she made no attempt to pull her jumper below her waist. Her black garter belt and matching stockings contrasted vividly with the white flesh surrounding the fluffy triangle of dark curly hair that partially obscured her glittering little jewel of a pussy. His thick, rigid manhood pounding with lustful desire, Frank licked his lips with expectation. He could see that her gorgeous buttocks were still a glowing scarlet from the thorough spanking that he had administered.

"Please don't rape me!" Betty pleaded, looking up at him with troubled eyes.

"You're going to be begging for it by the time I'm through with you!"

Frank promised. "Now take off your clothes!"

Watching him apprehensively, Betty complied. Off came her black jumper and white blouse, and the voluptuous young secretary lay in front of him attired only in steeply pointed white brassiere, black garter belt, tautly suspendered black stockings and elegant black sandals with their neatly tied bows standing out against her trim ankles.

"That, too!" he told her, pointing to the brassiere.

Blushing with girlish embarrassment, Betty unhooked the garment and slowly removed it. Frank's eyes narrowed appreciatively as he gazed at her brightly nippled young breasts. The two plump, saucy mounds jounced with their newly acquired freedom, and Betty ineffectually tried to use one arm to cover them up.

"Please don't hurt me!" she pleaded, her pretty lower lip quivering.

Frank quickly produced a couple of lengths of white clothesline rope from the bureau, and dropped down on the bed beside her.

"Don't tie me up!" Betty exclaimed in sudden alarm. "Please! Please!"

She started to struggle again but only in a token manner. Frank quickly looped one of the ropes around her right wrist and lashed it to the bedpost.

"Please!" Betty pleaded. "Don't!"

"Shut up!" Frank told her. "I can't trust anyone who comes in here and attacks me with a pair of scissors."