William Cyr - The Headmaster

"How do you like that?" Erica asked with a laugh.

Frank deliberately refrained from answering.

"Oh, I'll have you begging by the time I'm through," Erica assured him.

Once again the belt sliced across his back, and Frank's entire body jerked with the sudden jolt of pain.

"Take that!" Erica told him. "And that!"

Once again the belt cut unmercifully across his back, sending waves of pain racing through his body. But with the anguish there came a slight ray of hope. As his body jerked against the ropes, he felt the rope at his right wrist loosen slightly. I must work it loose, he told himself, while Erica is distracted with her whipping activities.

Whack!

Once again the belt flicked across his bare back with a lick of fire.

"Ow!" Frank gasped involuntarily, his entire body twitching with an involuntary reflex to the sharp stab of pain.

"How's that feel?" Erica asked. A little breathless, she was obviously enjoying the chance to get even with him. Without waiting for a reply, she drew the belt back and lashed it downward against his exposed buttocks.

Whack!

The sleek leather cut painfully across his bare flesh.

"Ow!" Frank gasped, instinctively twisting in an effort to avoid the full effect of the blow. At the same time he kept yanking at the rope at his right wrist, and could feel it starting to give.

"Take that! And that!" Erica told him, a vengeful look on her face.

"It's about time you found out what it feels like!"

His vindictive former pupil began lashing at his bare hips and upper thighs with the belt. The smooth, supple leather coiled about the curves of his body with burning strokes that cut in deeply. The pain quickly became quite intense and Frank felt himself desperately clenching his teeth and fighting back tears that threatened to blind his vision. But at the same time he could feel the rope at his right wrist becoming loose.

"Go ahead! Whip me, you little bitch!" Frank told her to distract her while he worked his wrist free.

Whack! Whack!

Erica continued applying the belt at various angles, and the pain was becoming almost too unbearable. From shoulder to thigh, Frank's body ached from the effects of the vindictive whipping. But at last his wrist was free and he was waiting for Erica to get close enough for him to grab. In the meantime there was nothing he could do but absorb the punishment she was administering.

"You will die in agony!" she told him with a tone of obvious satisfaction in her voice.

"There!" Frank cried out as he suddenly grabbed her wrist in a tight vise and desperately held on.

"Eeek!" Erica screamed in surprise. "Bastard! Son-of-a-bitch!" With that she lapsed into a torrent of her native German.

As the angry young woman flailed at him with the belt, Frank pulled her toward him so that he could get her under control. Despite her resistance Erica came down on the bed on top of him in a wild tangle of arms and legs. Abandoning the belt she clawed furiously at him with her long fingernails and kicked at him with her high-heeled shoes.

"You little bitch!" Frank exclaimed as he fought to control the wildly struggling young woman.

"Bastard! Schwein!" Erica kept yelling at him in an abusive fashion, but most of what she said was in German.

The two of them struggled wildly on the bed, and Frank's greater strength gradually began to prevail despite the handicap he was under.

He slowly twisted Erica's wrist behind her back and began pulling it up short. Developing his strategy as he went along, he decided to try to pin her body under his while he tried to untie his other wrist.

"Stop! You're breaking my arm!" Erica pleaded, the resistance suddenly going out of her.

"Okay, but start untying my wrist with your other hand!" he told her, keeping an iron grip on her right wrist.

Crying with frustration and discomfort, the young woman haplessly untied his left wrist.

"Now my ankles!" Frank told her.

He kept a firm grip on her wrist as she twisted around to untie his ankles. As she did so, her dark skirt rode up over the tops of her black stockings, providing an intriguing glimpse of bare white thigh and black garter belt suspenders. In a few moments Frank's wrists were free, and he twisted into a sitting position with Erica across his lap, her stockinged legs swinging back and forth.

"Nein! Nein!" she protested, struggling halfheartedly.

"Ja! Ja!" Frank mocked her, holding her firmly in position with one hand and he worked her skirt up with the other.

In a moment Erica's stocking-clad legs, ivory white thighs, black garter belt and panties were on full view. The panties came down slowly to reveal her beautiful, shimmering buttocks. The two lush pink white mounds quivered like bowls of jelly as Frank worked the panties all the way down her legs and off her feet.

"Please!" Erica protested. "You have no right to do this! Please!"

After what he had just endured from her belt, Frank was in no mood to be lenient. "You're going to get what's coming to you, you little Nazi!" he told her in an angry voice. As he spoke he raised his right hand high in the air.

Splat!

Frank's hand crashed noisily against Erica's bare bottom, landing squarely across the crevice and flattening both cheeks.

"Oww!" Erica screamed, her stockinged legs flailing upward and her body bucking up wildly on his lap. "Don't! Stop! You have no right!"

Whack!

Frank brought his right hand down just as hard as he could on her right buttock.

"Yeow!" Erica shrieked, twisting frantically in an effort to avoid the punishing blows. "Stop it! You have no right to…"

Smack! Frank's hand crashed against her left bottom-cheek with a loud report.

"Owwww!" Erica wailed, her shapely, nylon-clad legs waving back and forth and her entire body twisting in worm-like fashion. "Stop! Please!

It hurts! Please, you have no right to do this!"

"You come around here trying to kill me, and now you talk about your rights!" Frank spoke derisively.

Smack! Whack! Splat!

Frank began spreading crisp and noisy spanks around over the inviting target. As the soft, tender flesh quickly turned a bright pink, Erica squealed and wriggled delightfully with her nyloned legs prettily kicking back and forth. Crying with humiliation and pain, she continually looked back over her shoulder with an apprehensive look on her face.

"Ouch! Stop! It hurts!" she protested in a distraught voice. "Please!

I'll do anything you say!"

"I've hardly started with you, young lady!" Frank told her, easily controlling her wildly struggling young body with his superior strength.

By this time he had developed a pounding, thoroughly exhilarating erection and was prepared to enjoy himself thoroughly.

Smack! Whack!

Erica haplessly wriggled her saucy bottom as Frank's husky palm continued to torment her with energetic smacks. With her pretty posterior prickling and itching and burning brightly, the comely young woman simply had no choice but to jerk her shapely, stockinged legs back and forth in a thoroughly provocative manner. From time to time, her pink cuntal slit flashed into view along with the fleecy crop of light-brown hair between her legs.

"Please! Ouch! Oh, no! Please!" she protested between exclamations of pain. "Oh, stop! You brute! Please! It hurts!" Tears were streaming down her eyes, and she was breathlessly wriggling around on his lap in a futile effort to avoid the full force of the blows as much as possible.

Whack! Crack!

Frank continued applying his hand to the lush feminine target, spreading the spanks around to even up the color scheme. As her rotund bottom turned a bright shade of rose, Erica sobbed like a kid and kicked her shapely legs back and forth with uneven jerks that provided tantalizing glimpses of pink girl-meat.