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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…

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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.