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When he reached the area that still burned hotly from his slap, he grabbed my leg, stretching the skin, emphasising the redness of his handprint on my thigh. He blew softly on it, laughing as I jolted at the sensation. Moving so he was straddling me on the bed, he blew gently across my parted slit, my frustrated clit thrilling at the unexpected sensation.
He carried on, his lips lightly pursed, sending steady jets of warm air across my pussy. My hips rose up off the bed, straining for more.
He stopped, suddenly, and delivered another slap to my other thigh as I yelped in pain once more. âDonât get greedy, Miss Fenwick. Youâll get what youâre given. You obviously still require further bondage to behave yourself. Chapel left restraints at the end of the bed, I gather?â
Reaching under the bed with a triumphant âYes!â of approval, he pulled out the looped ropes that Mr Chapel had, indeed, fastened under either side of the bed. Sebastian passed the loops through each of my ankles and tightened them, so I was spread-eagled for him, my hands still tightly bound above my head.
âThis will do for now,â Sebastian smirked. âAlthough I must say, I do prefer the sight of you wriggling around, desperate for my touch. Youâre a greedy little whore, arenât you Miss Fenwick?â
âYes Sir, I am. I am a greedy little whore for you.â
Laughing again, he said, âThe headmaster certainly has you well-trained, Iâll give him that. I suspect youâre rather better suited to punishment than I am. Now, letâs take a proper look at you.â
He plucked a pillow from behind me on the bed and slid it under the small of my back, angling my pussy lewdly towards him. âMuch better.â
Climbing back between my bound legs, he settled between my thighs, kneeling at the entrance to my pussy and slipping his hands under me to grab my bum. I was already spread wide for him, but his thumbs lightly rested against the crack of my arse as he parted my pussy lips further apart.
âThis really is a beautiful little cunt, Miss Fenwick. Quite magnificent. Itâs recovered splendidly from your pounding by Mr Venables earlier, hasnât it?â
Flushing deeply, I said, âI hope so, Sir.â
âHe really fucked the living shit out of you, didnât he? Of course, you were begging him to, so very sweetly.â
He spat suddenly onto my pussy, a thick glob that landed hard on my clit and then started to trickle wetly downwards, mingling with my pussy juices. Stretching one of his thumbs, he started to circle my needy little clit tantalisingly slowly.
âBut now youâre mine, arenât you, Miss Fenwick?â
âYes, Sir. Oh yes!â
âLaid out for me, displaying yourself to me on this bed. How does it feel, Miss Fenwick, how does it feel to be all spread out for one of your students, to be desperate for him to touch you? Arenât you ashamed of yourself Miss Fenwick? Ashamed that youâre so willing to debase yourself so completely, in return for being thoroughly fucked?â
âI am ashamed, Sir. I am ashamed of what a filthy, greedy little slut I am, Sir.â
âYou know Iâve watched hours of you getting fucked in every hole by nearly a dozen men? Iâve seen you strip for them, offering yourself up so willingly to get caned and slapped and spanked. Iâve watched you guzzle down rivers of geriatric cum from those depraved old perverts.
Iâve very much enjoyed watching you beg to be arse-fucked so hard that I thought your eyes might pop out. And then youâd come straight to your room and masturbate yourself into a frenzy, no doubt reliving every filthy second. I have seen you cum and cum and cum, Miss Fenwick.â
I shuddered uncontrollably against his slowly twirling thumb. The idea of Sebastianâs haughty gaze watching me in the throes of orgasm, whilst being used and fucked and then in my private moments of self-pleasure was bringing me very close to another climax at his hands.
He went on, âChapel doesnât know it, but Iâve watched every second of footage that heâs taken of you since you got here. Including all of those nights that he spends in here. You really love having your pussy eaten, donât you Miss Fenwick? At least that slobbering mouth of his is good for something, I suppose.â
I was lost in silent ecstasy and didnât reply to his question. After a couple of seconds, he withdrew his hand from between my legs and instead delivered a crisp, stinging slap to my spread, exposed pussy.
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