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Taking one long suck of my nipple, he pulled it towards him until I cried out in pain again, whereupon he immediately released it with a loud smacking sound.
“Play with your cunt,” he said. “But don’t you dare fucking cum until the headmaster tells you that you can.” He then positioned his mouth over my other nipple and resumed the long sucks that were making my cunt flutter uncontrollably.
“But… I’m so close,” I protested.
“You are not to cum, Miss Langley,” the headmaster barked. “Let’s see you exercise some restraint. Show Mr Turner that you’re not a hopeless little slut and that you’re capable of at least basic decorum.”
Taking a deep breath, I snaked a hand down between my spread thighs. My fingers slipped almost too easily between my slick folds. I was almost embarrassingly wet. My pussy clenched when I started to stroke my clit. I realised straight away that I was in real trouble here - there was no way I could rub my clit without cumming in seconds.
I moved my hand down so that I was rubbing my pussy slowly against my palm, trying to control the motion, my hand already drenched.
Mr Turner showed no mercy, grinding his crotch against my hand as he worked his mouth all over my upthrust tits. I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against the back of my hand. He started to move against me rhythmically, teasing my pussy, adding friction that I was desperately trying to prevent. He was in full control of my orgasm, pushing my hand deeper into my folds, closer and closer to the danger zone of my clit. And all the while, he continued his delicious assault on my chest.
“Please, Sir! I can’t! I can’t!”
I was right on the brink and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from toppling over into the orgasm that I’d craved all day. I looked frantically over at the headmaster, pleading with him to intervene. He was stroking his thick cock whilst watching the tableau of Mr Turner and me. He met my gaze and shook his head.
I closed my eyes and sobbed, desperately trying to stave off the orgasm that I’d been expressly forbidden to have. Mr Turner was making circular motions against my pussy, forcing my hand against the throbbing nub of my clit. I tried and tried to ignore the sensations that were coursing through my body, every one of them leading me closer to bliss.
In the end, it was too much. Betrayed by my own body, I realised I was powerless to resist. Defiantly stroking my clit - fuck the consequences - I gave in to ecstasy and surrendered to the orgasm that immediately overtook my entire being. My hand was still burrowing in my pussy when my climax shattered over me and I screamed out my release feverishly, a wild cry that I’d never heard myself make. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, heightened by Mr Turner’s mouth, which never left my tits, sucking me in and holding me against him as I rode out my orgasm in a frenzied, chaotic delirium.
My whole body shuddered for long minutes as I recovered from the madness that had flooded my body. Once the physical sensations had subsided, I was aware of the stony silence in the room. Mr Turner had pushed himself off me at some point - I’d barely registered it - and he and the headmaster were looking down on me. I had collapsed back against the desk and I realised that I was spread out, wearing just my redundant skirt - hitched up entirely around my waist, more belt than clothing - and one shoe still dangling perilously off my foot.
In two months of being stripped and inspected by the headmaster, I had never felt so exposed. The silence stretched out, becoming more ominous with each passing second.
“Did you have a nice time, Miss Langley?” asked the headmaster, in a quiet, clipped tone that chilled me to the bone.
I didn’t know how to reply, how to appease him. I was starting to realise just how badly I had fucked up. I’d let myself become consumed by pleasure and had totally forgotten my place. There was no way the headmaster was going to let me get away with this. I tried to reason with him anyway.
“I… um… I’m very sorry, Sir. I couldn’t help myself. Mr Turner…”
“MR TURNER,” thundered the headmaster, “IS NOT HERE TO OBEY.” Regaining some composure, he continued, “You, Miss Langley, are permitted to be in this office solely to observe the rules and to be disciplined. And you have singularly failed to obey the rules this evening, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, hanging my head in shame. “I’m so very sorry, Sir.”
“You’re not nearly sorry enough, Miss Langley,” he replied, “but you will be.”
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