Nicole, Senior Class President (Part 2)

Posted in Stories with tags , , on March 25, 2009 by controller7

“Good girl.  Now, before we get to your punishment, let’s take a nice, clear look at what you have to offer.  Lay on my desk, face up, hook your knees with your elbows, and pull them as far back and apart as you can.”  Nicole looked at him with big, scared eyes.  “It’s time for your inspection, Nicole.”

He turned on two large desk lamps, and the dark wood was bathed in bright white light. And she was to spread herself… present her vagina… for inspection

Behind her, Ashley giggled.

Nicole slowly walked to the large oak desk, feeling the Headmaster’s eyes on her nude teenage body as she approached her inspection table.

Nicole was a bit of a bookworm, and her sexual experiences so far had been limited.  She’s not a virgin, but she’s only had sex with one boy, and even then, it was always in the dark, under the covers.  She’s never really been seen naked by anyone.  So to stand naked in front of her Headmaster and Ashley the cheerleader, and to be told to get up on his desk and spread herself for a vagina inspection under the bright lights… Nicole wanted to run away.  But she couldn’t.

She heard Ashley giggling as she crawled her naked teenage body up onto the desk, flipped onto her back, and slowly laid her body back on the hard wood.  She took a deep, slow breath… swallowed hard… and hooked her knees with her elbows.

The exposure was even more extreme than Nicole had thought it would be.  She laid back with her knees hooked, and felt the heat of the bright white lights on her completely-exposed vulva.  Tears filled her eyes, and she turned her head away with shame.

“Nicole, I thought I said back and wide apart.”

She cried a little harder as she pulled her knees far, far apart… and felt her delicate flower gently part wider and wider.  “Very good, Nicole.  Stay.”

She looked away with tears in her eyes as he stood before her, his face closer to her pussy than any boy had ever been before.

“Nicole, look at me and smile while I inspect your vagina.”

She sobbed, then swallowed hard, forced herself to look at him… and grinned a big, fake smile through her tears.

“That’s right.  Now, Ashley, come here and help me, would you?”

Nicole whimpered through her smile as the beautiful perky blonde cheerleader bounced into view between her dangling feet.

“I’d like your opinion on Nicole’s vagina, Ashley.”

Ashley did not look at Nicole’s grinning, crying face, just staring at her proferred pussy and back up at the Headmaster.  “Well, Sir, obviously she needs to be shaved.  I think that might help with that smell.”  They both chuckled.  Nicole wanted to die.

Ashley continued, “Overall her pussy’s not as ugly as I thought it would be.  I mean, I’m glad it’s not my pussy, but it could be worse.”

“I agree,” said the Headmaster, also not looking at Nicole’s big fake crying smile as he commented on her pussy as if she wasn’t naked and spread open on the table in front of him, “I think once she’s shaved bald she’ll be almost presentable.  Now, let’s give her the other tests, shall we?”

Nicole smiled huge as he quickly grabbed her soft outer lips, and then yanked them obnoxiously wide open, exposing Nicole even more completely as she grinned with shame.  He leaned down, with his face right in her crotch, and he took a long, deep sniff of Nicole’s gaping vulva.  And then he pulled his head away, and gasped for breath.  Nicole was sobbing now with the smile on her face, too embarrassed for words.

But his fingers kept a tight hold of her labia, kept her spread wide open.  He took another deep breath, leaned back down over her spread twat… and took a long, slow lick, slurping Nicole from her cunt hole to her clit.  The blonde class president shuddered with unwanted pleasure as his tongue gently teased her clit.  It was the first tongue to ever touch her cunny.

He stood up and made a face.  “That bad?” asked Ashley the perky cheerleader.

“Not nearly as sweet as yours, my dear.  I feel bad for Nicole’s future boyfriends, I can tell you that!”  They both laughed at her, at the way her vagina smells and tastes.  She’s shaking with humiliation now, spread wide open under the lights.

Her Headmaster released her lips, and Nicole grinned up at him with shame in her eyes.  “Get your ass off of my desk, Nicole.”  The pretty eighteen year old slowly stood up, incredibly relieved to have her legs closed, her whole body trembling with the humiliation of being judged, and judged to be stinky and taste disgusting.

Her Headmaster sat down in a wood chair with no arms.

“Nicole,” he said to the gently crying class president, “it’s time for your punishment.  Have you ever been spanked before, Miss Stockton?”

Nicole’s eyes filled with tears.  A spanking?  She was eighteen for god’s sake…  “No… no, Sir, I’ve never been spanked.”

“Well then this is going to particularly enjoyable.  Come here, and lay your naked body over my lap.”

Nicole approached him, looked down at his itchy looking grey wool pants, looked away, looked at Ashley… and found no mercy.  She slowly, meekly laid her naked teenage body over her Headmaster’s lap, wedging her pretty hips against his back leg, feeling her perky, sweet white bottom poking up into the air behind her.

“Grab the feet of the chair, Nicole.  Release them and we start over.  Remember, you’re getting spanked because you didn’t strip naked as quickly as I asked.  Hopefully this teaches you a little obedience.  Maybe then you won’t destroy any more school property.”

Nicole grabbed the chair, her fat little C cups squashed to his other leg, her head hanging, clenching her teeth with fear.  She did not want to be spanked.

His palm began to gently stroke in circles around the class president’s tender, jiggling white bottom.  Her ass was perfect, just fucking beautiful, soft with baby fat but toned underneath.  That plus her spoiled, never-before-spanked personality made her the perfect girl for this particular punishment.

Nicole was crying lightly with anticipation now, head hanging over the side of the chair.  But then her Headmaster grabbed her hair, and yanked her head back viciously, making her look straight ahead.  She winced from the hair pulling, and then there was a flash, and Nicole’s eyes shot wide open to find Ashley kneeling in front of her with a camera, and she burst into tears.  She knew her face was streaked with tears, knew her boobies were squashed weirdly to his lap.  It was a picture of Nicole being spanked.

“I want to see that smile on your face, Nicole!” giggled Ashley.  Nicole put on her big, fake grin with tears in her eyes, and Ashley took another photo even as her hand slipped under her cheerleading skirt, and began to knead her own clenching teenage pussy.

And then, with Ashley masturbating and taking her picture… Nicole got her very first spanking.

To be continued…

Nicole, Senior Class President (Part 1)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on March 25, 2009 by controller7

The senior prank had gone all wrong.

The statue of the private school’s founder had fallen in the wrong direction, and instead of falling into the pickup truck they’d brought, it fell on the headmaster’s car, crushing the hood, smashing the windshield.

Nicole was a responsible girl. This was her idea, she told the others, she would take the blame.  None of the other kids had a problem with that, and so Nicole was resigned to face the music alone.

Friday morning, Nicole sat outside the principal’s office, her pert young body tense as she waited and waited. Her pretty, dirty blonde hair dangled around her chin in a bob, and she wore a school sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.  The wood chari was really uncomfortable, she noticed.  She’d never been in trouble before. She had no idea what to expect, but she was most definitely scared.  She’s destroyed the man’s car for god’s sake.  She felt like such an idiot.  She would be off to college in seven months, she’d just turned 18 three weeks ago, finally an adult… And then she played a childish prank like a little kid, and got sent to the headmaster’s office. “It’s lucky I’ve been so well-behaved all these years,” she thought, “the headmaster’ll cut me a break.”

Her name was called, and Nicole walked with an innocent look into the office.  She was surprised to find Ashley Adams already inside.  Ashley was a perky blonde cheerleader type, never friendly with Nicole.  Ashley was in her cheerleading uniform, red and white, sitting in a chair against the back wall.  Nicole had been waiting 20 minutes… What was Ashley doing in here all that time?

The headmaster interrupted her thoughts.  He shook his head at her.  “Nicole Stockton… Always such a good girl… Never in any trouble. Applications in at all kinds of good schools, so much promise… And now you’ve gone and pulled a stupid prank, destroying school property and my personal property. Very, very poor behavior, Nicole.”

Nicole’s beautiful face scrunched up cutely and said “sorry…” nice and cute. That usually worked for her. Ashley snickered behind her.

“I’m afraid sorry doesn’t cut it, Miss Stockton.  There will have to be consequences, young lady. Severe consequences.”

He looked Nicole’s body up and down as he said this, and she shuddered a little at his tone, and his gaze.

“As I see it, Nicole, we can handle this two ways.  You are your senior class president, and we expect more from you, as a leader of your peers.  As such, option one means we make an example of you.  First, I will call your parents and tell them what you’ve done, to the school they pay so much for you to attend, and to my car, which they will have to pay to repair.  You will likely be grounded, and your allowance taken to pay me back.  Second, I will write to every school you’ve applied to, rescind my letters of recommendation, and explain in detail what you’ve done, and what I think it says about your character.  They will reject you, without doubt.  I’ll make certain of that.”

Nicole’s mouth was drawn up into a nervous scrunch, terrified, her eyes full of worry.

“And that’s not all,” continued the headmaster. “I will also write to the parents of all your accomplices, and to all of the colleges to which they have applied, and they will all suffer your same fate.  I have security camera footage that I can use to identify everyone, but I will tell them all that you gave them up.  You will be a social outcast for the entirety of senior year, during which you will have no money and no college prospects.”

Nicole was shaking a little now.  He would lie to them, and make her sound like tattler?

“Does that option appeal to you, Miss Stockton?”

She shook her head, tears in her eyes.

“Well then perhaps Option Two will be more to your liking.  If you choose Option Two, this secret stays in this room.  Your parents will not be called, your colleges will not be notified, and your friends will go free.”

He paused, and waited for Nicole to whisper a meek, “… so… what is option two?”

“I’m glad you asked.”  He walked past her, shut and locked the door.  Nicole swallowed hard.

“Option two, Nicole, begins with you taking off all of your clothes, folding them neatly, and standing at attention for further instructions.”

The room spun.  Nicole didn’t know what to do.   What did he mean, take off her clothes?

“Nicole, let me speed this up a bit.  You have sixty seconds to be standing completely nude where you stand, your clothes neatly folded on the corner of my desk, hands behind your back.  If in 60 seconds you are not in this position, I’ll assume you prefer Option One.”

Nicole shot a look back at Ashley, who was looking at her with cruel eyes.

“Fifty-five seconds, Nicole.  Make a decision.”

Nicole looked at him, and at Ashley, and at the floor, thinking.  Grounded for the year, no allowance, no college, no friends…

“Forty-five seconds, Nicole.”

She looked at him, and tried not to cry, struggling to come up with something to say, to talk herself out of this.  She was the class president for god’s sake…

“Thirty five seconds, Nicole.”

She bit her lip, looked away… and made a decision.

The headmaster watched with a smile as his bright, beautiful star pupil began to strip off her clothes in a frenzy, yanking her sweatshirt over her head, kicking off her shoes, working hard on her button-fly jeans in her tank top.

“Twenty five seconds, Nicole…”

She whimpered and shoved her jeans to her ankles, revealing her cute little polka dot Victoria’s Secret PINK low-cut panties, shivering with shame as she undressed as fast as she could in front of her headmaster.  She yanked her tank top over her head, and then paused, trying not to cry.  She was in her bra and panties.  In front of the headmaster.  And Ashley Adams.  And she didn’t know what was going to happen to her.

“Fifteen seconds, Nicole…”

She reached behind her back and fumbled with her bra clasp, her perky teenage C cups shoved out and jiggling in front of her as she worked against the clock to bare her own breasts…

The bra unclasped, and she closed her eyes as it slid off her shoulders… and her soft, perfect knockers were exposed to a man old enough to be her father.  She was so fucking embarrassed…

“Ten…. nine…”

She yanked her panties furiously down her hips, trying not to look at him watching her pert bottom and fuzzy blonde pubes as she bent to remove her socks.  He laughed as she bounced on one foot trying to yank off her little socks, and then tried to fold her clothes lightning fast and place them on his desk, then run back into position and stand at attention.

The flurry of activity stopped… and Nicole Stockton stood completely naked before her Headmaster, hands behind her back, breasts heaving as she breathed heavily from the sudden rush of stripping naked in one minute.

“Unfortunately, Nicole, that took you one minute and seven seconds.  So I suppose it’s Option One after all… I’ll call your parents…”  He picked up the phone.

“Wait!  No!  Wait I want Option Two I want Option Two!” squealed the terrified, naked eighteen year old.

The Headmaster put down the phone.  “Well, I suppose that we could give you a punishment for being so slow to strip naked… instead of Option One… is that what you want?”

Nicole stood stark naked with her tender breasts thrust out in front of her, looked at the floor, and whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes, what, Nicole?” he prompted.

“Yes… Sir.”  She blushed.

“Good girl.  Now, before we get to your punishment, let’s take a nice, clear look at what you have to offer.  Lay on my desk, face up, hook your knees with your elbows, and pull them as far back and apart as you can.”  Nicole looked at him with big, scared eyes.  “It’s time for your inspection, Nicole.”

He turned on two large desk lamps, and the dark wood was bathed in bright white light. And she was to spread herself… present her vagina… for inspection

Behind her, Ashley giggled.

To be continued…

Emailed Instructions

Posted in Stories with tags , , on March 25, 2009 by controller7

She hadn’t seen him in months.  She thought it was over.  She had stopped jumping each time her phone rang, stopped freezing with fear at each late-night knock on the door.

And then today, an email.

“Tonight, when you get home, you will leave the door unlocked.  You will strip to your bra and panties, whichever you are wearing today.  You will leave on your heels, and any jewelry you already have on.  You will tie a pair of stockings around your eyes.  Then you will stand in the middle of the main room of your apartment, hands behind your back, legs wider than shoulder-width apart… and you will wait. “

He didn’t sign it.  He no longer even bothered to threaten her with an “or else.”  He knew she would do as he instructed.  She simply had too much to lose to risk disobeying.

And so she spent the rest of the day unable to concentrate, thinking only of the night ahead of her, thinking of the humiliating experience that was surely ahead of her.  Her pussy dampened as she stared at the email.  She blushed, hoping nobody walked into her office this afternoon.  It was one thing to do as he said… but to get wet at the prospect…

Five o’clock took forever to arrive.  Her legs shook as she walked to her car, and she drove quickly and in silence, face clenched, squirming in her seat.  She’d been getting wetter and wetter all day, and now, in the car all alone, she could smell her own arousal.  She drove faster, ashamed of her body’s reaction.

She pulled up in front of her apartment building, and had a long, embarrassing ride in the elevator with a cute guy who lives a floor or two above her.  She kept her knees locked together, praying her wet pussy was something only she could smell.  She hurried out as the doors opened, not saying a word to him.

She closed the door behind her, and left it unlocked, as he instructed.  She stood there, just inches inside her apartment, and began to strip.  It was embarrassing, taking instructions from an email sent six hours ago, stripping herself right at her front door, knowing she had no choice.

She was glad she’d worn pretty underwear today.  She’d felt adventurous this morning, and had chosen a pretty black lace demi bra that presented her perky young breasts on a platter, and a matching, lacy black pair of hiphugging shorts.  She kept her shiny black heels on, and had been instructed not to remove her thin silver bracelets nor her pretty little earrings.

She took stockings from her drawer, walked into her main room.  She’d been moving like a robot, doing as she was told… but now it was time.  Time to face her tormentor.

She stood in the middle of the room, swallowed… and tied the stocking around her head, blindfolding herself.  Her body shuddered with fear and arousal.  She placed her hands behind her back, locking her fingers together, and spread her legs, nice and wide.

And then… she waited.

And waited.

She stood still, legs open, breasts on display, her pussy throbbing between her open thighs, waiting.  He kept her waiting all alone like that, obeying in solitude for a full twenty minutes.

When the door finally creaked open, she gasped aloud.  Suddenly she had the urge to cover her nearly naked body, but knew she would be punished for moving her hands.

He closed the door, locked it, and chained it shut.  Her breath quivered as she felt completely locked in.

He approached her, and she felt his presence near her body.  She trembled as he stalked around her, and she imagined him examining her breasts, her pouting, nervous mouth, her half-bare, quivering bottom.

She heard him in the kitchen, in her drawers… and then he was beside her again, and there were scissors against her thigh… and in two quick snips she was no longer wearing panties.  He had sliced them off of her.  Her pussy and jaw clenched hard at her spread-legged exposure.

And then the vibrator.  Her Magic Wand, the one he made her buy.   She jumped as she heard it turn on, and whimpered as he began to run it up the insides of her thighs, from her knee up… up… up…. and stopping just short before switching legs.  He loved to torment her, loved to show her how very much she wanted it, even when wanting it made her nothing more than a complete and total slut…

And then he held it still, just a fraction of an inch from her hot, throbbing cunt, right below her, her whole body tensed…

“Get it, slut.”

She blushed, bit her lip with shame… and squatted.

She settled her wet, naked pussy on the vibrator, and groaned as pleasure shot through her half-naked body, her head dropping back, mouth going slack as she gasped with pleasure, groaning aloud as her hips began to thrust, humping back and forth on her own vibrator in the middle of her own apartment.

He kept it pressed firmly to her cunt as she squatted and made her standing humps for him, ashamed and hating him and the way he made her act…

And then she felt herself starting to cum, and she groaned, knowing he would never let her, not yet.

“Please… Sir… can I please cum… Sir?”   She did her best to be a good girl.

And then his hand was suddenly around her throat, squeezing, and her body shuddered with pleasure as she ground her clit harder into the thrumming wide rubber head of the vibrator.

“No.”  He squeezed her throat harder and put his face right in hers, her half-naked body thrusting and humping, shaking her head, gasping for breath as he refused her orgasm…

But she couldn’t hold it.  She needed to cum… she needed it…

She gasped, “please…. Sir… oh god please…”

“No.  Cum and you’ll be punished.”

But she had no choice.  He held her throat tight, and she thrust and humped her pretty hips into the vibrator harder, harder, harder… and she groaned and shook her head and whimpered a pathetic, “oh god…. I’m cumming… I’m sorry…. I’m cumming… oh fuck….”

Her body shook, her pussy bearing down hard on the dildo in her humiliating squat, orgasm washing over her as she struggled to breathe, hands behind her back as her knees shook hard, gasping, grunting…

And then she squirted.  She felt his face right beside hers, calm and collected as she grunted and squirmed and sweated.  He was laughing as she started to squirt, spurting her juices all over her own carpet, cumming in a spread-legged squat in the middle of her own apartment, blindfolded with her panties cut off of her.

They both knew it was cumming.  This vibrator always made her squirt.  And she hated it, every single time.  It was intensely embarrassing, and he knew it.  And so this vibrator was her enemy, a tool used to punish her with her own reactions.  And as she felt herself making a puddle on her own carpet, she sobbed with shame.

He released her throat and pulled the vibrator away, and she stood there, shaking, trembling, pussy dripping, squirt juices running down her bare, jiggling wet thighs.

He let her stand there trembling and ashamed and unprotected for a moment.  And then he leaned in close, and whispered:

“I thought I told you not to cum?”

She started to cry.  She had disobeyed.

And now she would be punished.

Welcome

Posted in Uncategorized on March 25, 2009 by controller7

Control.  There’s nothing else like it.

It can be as simple as holding her wrists tightly behind her back with one hand.  It can be as easy as threatening to tell a secret unless she performs some small gesture, as long as it’s a gesture she does not want to make.

I enjoy being in control.  And whether you enjoy being in charge or taking orders, I hope you like what you see.

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