William Cyr - The Headmaster

Tormented beyond further endurance by the two young women, Frank thrust his hips with a forceful shove and began squirting his thick, murky semen into Donna's waiting mouth with warm gushes. Donna eagerly smacked her lips as the warm milky fluid splashed against the insides of her mouth. Drawing back she held the mouthful of masculine cream in her mouth as long as she could, swallowing it very slowly.

"Here, let me have a taste of it!" Lois pleaded, dismounting from her position on Frank's face.

Frank watched as the two kneeling women, their bright pink tongues touching, transferred a white blob of semen from one mouth to the other.

"Hmmmm, that does taste good!" Lois remarked.

"Let's trade places!" Donna suggested, smiling at Frank as she spoke.

Allowing their masculine companion only a moment to catch his breath, the two attractive young women quickly exchanged places. Almost before he realized what was happening, Frank found Donna kneeling astride his face with her wet little muff pressed down tightly against him. At the same time, long-legged Lois stretched out at right angles to his body and quickly produced another pounding erection with her wet, hot mouth.

As Donna ground her pussy into his face, Frank employed his tongue on her quivering clitoris to bring her to a climax, while at the same time Lois' pretty mouth produced a similar result on his throbbing prick.

"Wow, I never thought a spanking would get me that turned on!" Donna remarked breathlessly as the three of them stretched out on the bed afterwards.

"Me, neither," Lois added. "What do we do next?"

"Well, I think you'll have to count me out," Frank told them.

"Oh, no, you can still suck!" Donna told him with a knowing smile.

"And kiss better the bottoms you spanked so hard!" Lois added.

The two young women playfully rolled over to show him their bright red bottoms.

By this time six of the eight roommates had been on the receiving end of Frank's bare-hand-on-bare-bottom discipline. As a result, there were six very attractive young women who had learned at first hand, so to speak, of the erotic connotations of good old-fashioned spanking. This, coupled with the acute wartime manpower shortage, resulted in considerable competition for Frank's unique services, and he found himself enjoying one heated bedroom adventure after another.

He was so occupied, in fact, that there were times when he almost lost sight of his basic mission. The party that he and Elizabeth were trying to arrange for Jean was proving difficult to arrange. Jean, whom they were now sure was Erica in disguise, was becoming more wary with each passing day, and the quasi-Lesbian relationship Elizabeth had developed with her was beginning to taper off. Moreover, Jean was spending long hours away from the apartment, and efforts to trail her always seemed to meet with frustration.

However, he was not too concerned about the matter. He had notified the appropriate authorities of his suspicions about Jean, and was sure that she was being fed only harmless or inaccurate information. When the invasion of Normandy went off without a hitch in June of 1944, he relaxed on the assumption that no Nazi spy would be able to accomplish a great deal after that. Yet he found himself with a lingering curiosity to find out if Jean was really Erica Schmidt, the young German girl with whom he had had an affair in what now seemed the distant past. He soon had his answer.

One afternoon following a pleasant spanking and sex session with one of the girls, he decided to take a brief nap. It was quite warm and he was still naked as he stretched out on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

After what seemed like several hours a slight noise awakened him. As he drowsily came to his senses, he suddenly realized that he was tied to the bed!!

"What the…" he cried out, instantly becoming fully awake. He was tied face down by the wrists and elbows in a spread-eagle position. As he yanked futilely at the ropes that held him prisoner, he became aware that someone was standing at the foot of the bed. Erica!

"So we meet again!" she told him, deliberately speaking with a chopped German accent.

"I don't understand, Jean," Frank spoke quickly, pretending not to recognize her. "What is this? Some kind of game?"

"Some kind of game, ja?" she taunted, stepping around to the side of the bed where he could see her easier.

Frank's heart skipped a beat when he saw the gun in her hand, and his wrists pulled futilely at the ropes that held him to the bed.

"Some kind of a game, ja?" she repeated, once again deliberately speaking in a German accent.

"I still don't understand," Frank continued to feign ignorance.

"You know who I am!" Erica told him. "When you first came here, I didn't think you were after me. But then the other day I found out that someone had tipped them off about me, and they've been giving me useless information for months. And that could only have been you!" She brandished the gun in a threatening manner as she spoke.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Frank persisted. Trying not to be obvious about it, he kept working to loosen the ropes at his wrists.

However, they had been tied quite tightly and the task seemed hopeless.

Knowing that Erica had no intention of letting him escape alive, Frank felt his hopes sinking.

"But it was really your girlfriend who gave you away," Erica went on.

"Girlfriend? What girlfriend?" Frank replied, trying to conceal his rising sense of terror.

"You know who," Erica replied contemptuously. "Elizabeth! That fake Lesbian you've had sniffing after me for months! She got a little careless talking to some of the other girls, and I put two and two together!"

Becoming more desperate, Frank jerked against the bonds that held him helpless. "Look, Erica," he protested, instantly realizing his mistake.

"Ah, so you do know my name!" she flashed a knowing smile at him.

"Okay, Erica," he spoke breathlessly and quickly. "Don't get yourself involved in a murder. The war's almost over. If you turned yourself in now, the worst you'd get would be a few months in prison."

"That's what you say!" she spoke derisively, once again brandishing the gun in a manner that made Frank flinch. "No, my friend, I'm afraid I can't let you out of here alive. Others only suspect who I am, but you know."

Frank gulped and tried to think quickly, but fear was beginning to paralyze his mind. His entire body felt cold and numb.

"But first there's something else I'm going to do," she spoke slowly with an undertone of pleased expectation in her voice.

What? Frank wondered but could not bring himself to ask. He relaxed slightly when he saw Erica put the gun on the nightstand. She was looking at him steadily and with amused pleasure, like a cat who had cornered a mouse.

"First, I'm going to punish you!" she told him.

Frank tensed as he saw her unbuckling the wide leather belt at her waist. "Don't!" he burst out impulsively.

"How the tables have turned!" she taunted, removing the belt and caressing it through her hands in a manner designed to increase his anticipation. "The disciplinarian gets disciplined!"

A cruel look in her eye, she raised the leather belt high over her head.

Cringing in expectation of the blow, Frank lay frozen on the bed with his teeth clenched, determined not to show any reaction to the pain that he was about to endure.

Thwack!

The wide belt cut savagely across his back.

"Uhh!" Frank gasped. The air seemed to go right out of his chest, and he felt the fiery pain of the belt starting to penetrate. His arms and legs both jerked reflexively and were abruptly stopped by the bonds at his wrists and ankles.