“Now, Miss Fenwick, before we administer the discipline that you so richly deserve, we will commence with a lesson in chastening a wayward pupil, for which you will serve as a model. Get on your feet.”
I stood up and the headmaster pulled my chair away, moving it to a corner of the room. It had dwarfed me, but he made it look like a child’s toy and I wondered again at his imposing size.
“The first thing one must do, when teaching a student a lesson in correction, is to make them realise immediately that they have no power in the situation. Do you understand, Miss Fenwick? It is so much easier to break them down if you remove the illusion of control from them.”
Shocked, I nodded.
“Very good, Miss Fenwick. Now, take off your clothes.”
I blinked hard and stared at him. Surely he hadn’t…
“Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Miss Fenwick.”
I looked from him to Mr Chapel and then at the door. I felt very trapped, suddenly.
“Miss Fenwick, you have 5 seconds to start undressing or this arrangement is terminated.”
“But, Headmaster…”
“FIVE.”
I looked around the room again, panicked.
“FOUR.”
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t possibly go through with this.
“THREE.”
I stared at the floor.
“TWO.”
With a sob, I started to undo my blouse.
“Very good, Miss Fenwick. I hope you’re going to be a good, obedient girl from now on. Hand me each item as you remove it.”
With shaking hands, I held my blouse out to him, then unbuttoned my skirt, kicking off my shoes as I removed it. My bra swiftly followed and joined the pile in his outstretched arms. I faltered then, hoping he would let me leave my knickers on.
“Underwear, Miss Fenwick. Right fucking now.”
Gulping, I shimmied out of my underpants and lay them gingerly on top of my other clothes. He immediately plucked them up between his thumb and two fingers and tossed them over to Mr Chapel, who easily caught them one-handed as they hurtled through the air towards him.
“There you go Tom, I know you’ve been waiting to get your hands on those for a while.”
Mr Chapel merely grinned in response and inhaled the scent of them deeply before stuffing them into his pocket and resuming his hunched stance behind the camera.
I took this in, wide-eyed and revolted.
The headmaster started circling my naked body as I cringed, trying desperately to make myself as small as possible. His eyes roved all over me as he said, “You see, Miss Fenwick? You see the power conferred to me by the simple act of you removing your clothes? This is how you start to break a transgressor’s spirit.”
Shaking, I said, “But, this isn’t legal. It can’t be!”
“Miss Fenwick, there is often a discrepancy between what is legal and what is necessary. All of the parents are aware of our methods here and that our results are undeniable. Every pupil has signed a waiver, agreeing to adhere to our practises, without restriction. It helps that they’re all legally adults, of course. Our school is at full capacity every year, with a waiting list, by referrals alone. So this is what you can, and must, do with any disobedient students that you encounter. Now, bend over the desk.”
When I hesitated, he slapped me sharply across the face. Clutching my hand to my face, I stumbled over to the desk and braced myself against it.
The headmaster came and stood beside me, one hand caressing my ass. “I rarely resort to brute force for its own sake, Miss Fenwick. But a swift one-two of denuding themselves and then receiving an unexpected blow work wonders in teaching rapid compliance. As you yourself just evidenced. Did you get all of that, Mr Chapel?”
“Yes, Headmaster,” came the reply.
“Very good. This was an important lesson, Miss Fenwick, make sure you watch it back a number of times.”
I nodded miserably, defeated.
Still stroking the curves of my ass, he continued, “Now, once you have your perpetrator naked and bowed like this,” he ran his hand down my back as he said this, then settled back over my clenched buttocks, “It’s time to humiliate them sexually. This always produces extraordinarily compliant results in both sexes.”
“There are countless ways to do this, as Mr Chapel knows only too well.” I heard Mr Chapel let out an ugly snigger at this. “But we will start you off with something straightforward that is invariably efficacious.”
Circling my ass cheek with his palm, he said, “Now, your body is quite, quite perfect. Your delicious arse is tight and firm, just as it should be. Your tits are delectable and look very fetching, hanging down as you bend over. And these nipples seem perpetually erect, which is a feast for the eyes.” Keeping a hand on my arse, he reached under and tweaked my nipple with his other hand and I resisted the urge to react to his touch. “Very good, Miss Fenwick,” he said and I felt yet another of those inconvenient, inexplicable jolts to my clit.
“Your pussy is shaved smooth, as a young woman’s should be, and you have tight, firm calves and thighs. But even my praise of these things makes you feel uncomfortable. Human psychology is a curious thing, Miss Fenwick. Even praise can feel humiliating, in the appropriate context.
“Now, were you to be overweight, or fat-arsed, or scrawny, with disappointing tits, or, in the case of our menfolk, an insignificant cock, then I would describe each of your shortcomings to you, in detail, whilst touching the offending area. It is exquisitely effective in breaking down the spirits of even the most brazen of wretches.”
Moving round so he was standing directly behind me, he placed one of his palms on each of my ass cheeks and started slowly spreading them apart. His hands were warm, but I shivered from the shame of having myself so thoroughly exposed.
“Yes, Miss Fenwick. Thank you for demonstrating my point so efficaciously. The anus,” I jerked involuntarily as he ran a finger across my anal entrance, “provides many opportunities to humiliate and subdue the most combative of students. So humbling to have this most private place exposed and violated.” As he said this, his finger wormed around my asshole, slowly stroking its puckered opening.
“First of all, this area is highly sensitive, so the student is likely to display signs of arousal. Let me show you how to check for those, Miss Fenwick.”
Never stopping his methodical strokes of my anal crease, he reached his other hand down and cupped my whole pussy with his hand. Once again, I jumped reflexively at his unexpected touch. “Do try to contain yourself, Miss Fenwick. You are here to learn.”
“I’m very sorry, Headmaster.”
“Oh, you will be, Miss Fenick. Believe me.”
Mr Chapel laughed out loud at the headmaster’s menacing tone. The headmaster increased the pressure of his grip on my pussy, the heat of his hands radiating through my core.”
“Now, Miss Fenwick, in the female, arousal can be detected through the presence of vaginal lubrication. Let’s see what we find here, shall we?”
I felt his middle and index fingers slide between my folds and begin burrowing purposefully through the slick wetness that I was resigned to him finding there. He found his way to the entrance of my pussy and pushed his fingers in roughly, the force jolting me across the desk. The only sounds in the room were the noise of my juices slapping against his hand as he probed the depths of my pussy and the occasional spit of logs from the fire.
“Are you getting this, Mr Chapel? Is the sound of Miss Fenwick’s continued degeneracy being captured for posterity?”
“Yes, Headmaster. Clear as a bell.”
My face flushed at the casual way that the men were referring to my defilement at the headmaster’s hands.
“Good man.” Fingers still deeply embedded in my throbbing core, the headmaster continued his lesson. “So, Miss Fenwick, as you are so ably demonstrating, a subject can become highly excited by the manipulation of their anus. You really are getting quite carried away, aren’t you?” He withdrew his fingers with a final sticky pop and briefly rubbed at my tingling clit as I moaned against his hand, before removing himself entirely from me.
He walked over to his desk and wiped his hands off with an antiseptic gel, the action so clinical and jarring after his intimate exploration of my most intimate areas.
Walking back towards me, he said, “Now, if your subject is also showing signs of arousal in their nipples, as you most certainly are here, draw attention to it, further increasing their discomfiture. Like this, for example.”
Reaching a hand under my body, he started to tug on each of my nipples in turn. “Why are your nipples hard, Miss Fenwick?”
Flustered, I had no idea what to say. My confusion was rewarded with a vicious tweak to the nipple closest to him. I howled out in pain.
“Answer the question, Miss Fenwick.”
“I… I don’t know, Headmaster.”
Another brutal tweak, worse than the last. “That is a wrong answer, Miss Fenwick. Let’s try again. Why are your nipples hard?”
I paused, another tweak, another yelp of anguish from me. I rallied and heard myself say, “My nipples are hard because I’m aroused, Headmaster.”
The Headmaster gave a sigh of satisfaction. “Very good, Miss Fenwick. What fast progress you’re making, given the proper persuasion.” Plucking at my nipples more gently now, strumming at them in a way that was hypnotic and incredibly sensuous, he continued, “Why are you aroused, Miss Fenwick?”
Oh fuck. The man was obscenely good at this. Fearing another agonising twist if I hesitated, I forced myself to say, “Because your finger felt good on my bum, Headmaster.”
“Your bum? We have no room for such playground language here, Miss Fenwick. Did you mean to tell me that my finger felt good in your arsehole, Miss Fenwick?”
“Yes, Headmaster. I’m sorry. Your finger felt good in my arsehole.”
“Much better, Miss Fenwick. In my office, we refer to arseholes, cocks and tits, do you understand? My hand is on your tits right now. Nasty little sluts being punished have tits, not breasts, Miss Fenwick. And it was your filthy little cunt that discharged so copiously onto my fingers.”
“I understand, Headmaster. Thank you very much for the lesson.”
He smiled, then, nodding at his colleague, said, “Please be so kind as to assist in the next demonstration, Mr Chapel.”
Leaving the camera, Mr Chapel walked over to stand beside me and unzipped his trousers, lowering them and his underpants to reveal a thick, veiny cock, straining with an aggressive erection.
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