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“Spread your legs a little wider for me, Miss Fenwick,” he instructed. I complied instantly. “Good girl,” he said, with a wink, making my pussy clench. I felt juices starting to pool anew between my legs as he surveyed my naked, bound body.
“You really are quite lovely, Miss Fenwick,” he said, trailing a finger from my knee across my body, lazily circling my nipple with his fingertip when he reached my breasts. I shivered at his touch and he chuckled softly. “You fucking love this, don’t you?” he asked.
I didn’t think he expected an answer until I felt his stinging slap viciously smack against the softest part of my inner thigh. My body convulsed and I cried out in pain and shock, my knees involuntarily curling against my body as I squirmed on the bed, still recovering from the sudden blistering assault.
“Back in position immediately, Miss Fenwick,” Sebastian barked, suddenly quite frightening.
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry, Sir.” Rearranging myself on the sheets, I couldn’t believe how quickly I was submitting to Sebastian, how deeply ingrained in me the headmaster’s training had already become. I had been programmed to surrender to whichever man was disciplining me and now found myself utterly subservient to this indolent student’s every command. And still, my pussy got even wetter.
“I asked you a question, Miss Fenwick, and you are yet to do me the courtesy of answering. Should I repeat it for you?”
“Yes please, Sir.”
“You fucking love this, don’t you, Miss Fenwick?”
“Yes, Sir, I do.”
“Dirty girl,” he said, with a smile.
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. “Don’t get greedy, Miss Fenwick. You’ll get what you’re given. You obviously still require further bondage to behave yourself. Chapel left restraints at the end of the bed, I gather?”
Reaching under the bed with a triumphant “Yes!” 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.
“This will do for now,” Sebastian smirked. “Although I must say, I do prefer the sight of you wriggling around, desperate for my touch. You’re a greedy little whore, aren’t you Miss Fenwick?”
“Yes Sir, I am. I am a greedy little whore for you.”
Laughing again, he said, “The headmaster certainly has you well-trained, I’ll give him that. Now, let’s take a proper look at you.”
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. “Much better.”
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 cunt juices. Stretching one of his thumbs, he started to circle my needy little clit tantalisingly slowly.
“You know I’ve watched hours of you getting fucked in every hole by nearly a dozen men? I’ve seen you strip for them, offering yourself up so willingly to get caned and slapped and spanked. I’ve watched you guzzle down rivers of geriatric cum from those depraved old perverts. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself Miss Fenwick?”
“I am ashamed, Sir. I am ashamed of what a filthy, greedy little slut I am, Sir.”
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