I am pleased to announce the release of my latest collection - a full novel length set of adventures involving everyone's favorite "Little Schoolgirl".
Jenni's 18 and she's a new student at C.P. Elrod Senior High School. Here, the school rules are inviolate and strict, with corporal punishment serving as deterrent. This works with most students. But there are a few young ladies whose masochistic sexual urges push them to test the boundaries, or outright violate the various regulations of the school code. Jenni is the worst, a stunning brunette with an insatiable taste for the extreme. She's incorrigible, perverted, and very, very naughty. So grab your ruler, and gradebook for the fall semester at C.P. Elrod Senior High!
If you were a fan of "The Little Schoolgirl" series, then this is the collection for you. Over the last eight years there were about half a dozen "Little Schoolgirl" tales released on the blog. Eventually, they were assembled into a full collection, with tons of new material, some fresh rewrites, and a cohesive, overall progression. The problem was that "the little schoolgirl" was nameless, and deliberately ambiguous in description beyond a few basic lines, in order for each reader to give the little schoolgirl a name and face of their choosing. Unfortunately, Amazon's "approval" team have seriously dirty minds and while I pictured an eighteen year old girl in my head, they elected to view her as much, much younger.
Despicable. Right?
So... the little schoolgirl had to be defined to meet Amazon's parameters. In my head, she was always Jenni (mostly because there's a Jenni in my life and I married her!) So... I gave her a name. Then I made sure the school, C.P. Elrod, was a senior high school. Thus... she had to be 18. Problem solved. And sure enough, Amazon accepted it. Thus... Discipline for Jenni - Semester 1.
What's in the book? Glad you asked!
If you enjoyed any of the previous "Little Schoolgirl" tales, then this should be right up your alley.
I hope you enjoy it!
It's available in e-book format from Amazon.com!
And guess what? There's going to be a Semester 2. It's about three quarters written, so don't worry! The little schoolgirl's adventures continue! And just for fun, here's your first taste:
Jenni
She sat nervously in the chair outside the principal’s office, the occupants hidden from view by dark blinds that rattled against the windows. She couldn’t see into the schoolmaster’s lair, but she could listen, and the sounds of someone’s pitiful cries and the sharp crack of the leather strap against soft skin seemed more concrete and real than if she had been forced to watch the regimen of corporal punishment in person. Jenni stiffened in her seat as the sound of the strap changed to a wet slap that elicited an even more fervent cry.
But she wasn’t quite sure if it was the sounds of agony, or ecstasy.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she gripped her bare knees and smoothed down the blue plaid of her uniform skirt. The material barely covered her upper thighs, leaving a great deal of her leg showing, and she wondered again if raising the hem had been a sound decision. Or if switching out the normal white button down blouse provided by the school for a shirt of the same cut, but not the same thickness, had been wise. She crossed her arms over her chest, wishing that the translucent material of her blouse wasn’t quite so revealing. She hadn’t realized just how bad it was until she got to school. Her lack of a bra was pointedly clear, as two raised bumps, centered over easily visible pink discs, were in immediate view of anyone looking straight at her. She kicked her feet nervously, black flats swinging while the white, elastic topped, thigh-high stockings she wore, clearly in violation of the uniform standard, clung to her legs like a second skin.
When the door finally opened, the tear-stained cheeks of another girl appeared, eyes glazed, still struggling to catch her breath. She seemed to have trouble walking, tilting as if her balance were off as she left the principal’s office. Her uniform skirt was askew, as if it had been tucked up into her waistband and only later hastily pulled downward. A little too much was revealed and Jenni couldn’t help noticing the fact that the girl wasn’t wearing panties, or that her thighs glistened with an unusual amount of moisture. Their eyes met for a moment and Jenni saw the vapid, dazed expression and realized that whatever the other girl had endured in the form of corporal punishment, it had left her disoriented and flushed. She walked away, still twitching, then left the main office back into the corridor. Jenni sat there, only to gulp in trepidation as the man himself appeared in the doorway.
The principal’s suit coat was missing and the sleeves of his immaculate and crisply starched white shirt were rolled up to the elbows. In one hand he held the punishment strap, absurdly flexible and darkened along the tip. Jenni could see that the end was soaked, the supple brown leather saturated with moisture. She couldn’t help but wonder exactly what was on that belt! The principal glanced down at Jenni, eyes narrowing.
“And what are you here for?” he asked darkly. Jenni stood nervously, clutching the punishment slip she’d been given, her too short skirt and gauzy blouse making it rather obvious why she had been sent to the principal’s office. She held out the paper to him and he read it quickly, and then took a step back to look at her attire. His mouth turned downward in a frown.
“That skirt is entirely inappropriate,” he confirmed, noting that on her feet, the hem barely covered her bottom. “And as for those stockings,” he lamented, shaking his head. He backed up into the office, motioning her inside. “Well, come along.”
The pffice itself was a bastion of order, the oak desk huge and well organized. A leather blotter stood in the center, while a computer rested on the credenza behind the desk. There were two chairs in front of the desk, and a small sofa was positioned against the wall. Pictures of C.P. Elrod Senior Highschool were framed and positioned in various spots around the room while a hat rack stood in one corner.
Jenni’s heart pounded as she approached the desk, the reality of what was about to happen finally permeating into her brain. She felt herself tighten and tense, waiting, unsure of what was to happen next.
“Stand with your hands straight down along your sides, young lady.”
Jenni nodded and followed his directives obediently. Her fingers touched her bare thighs, just as she knew they would. She had hemmed the skirt herself, shortening its depth by a full four inches, totally in violation of the school’s dress code. Now it barely covered her bottom and she had noticed a few of the boys glancing back up at her when she had walked down the stairs. She knew they were trying to catch a glimpse of what was under her skirt. The principal shook his head, the leather strap dangling from his hand. His eyes went to her thigh high stockings and another flutter of nerves sent a wave of spasms through her. She knew her stockings were also not allowed.
“Stockings and skirt,” he announced. “Arms up, hands behind your head,” he told her. She lifted her arms, interlocking her fingers and placing her hands on the back of her neck. It seemed natural and right, even as the principal set the strap down on his desk, turning to give her a more detailed inspection. Her eyes focused on his face and when his gaze moved to her bosom, she knew that he had noticed the hard tips of her breasts pressing against the fabric of her blouse, the thin material taut. His eyes narrowed and he gave her a quizzical look.
“Are you not wearing a bra, young lady?” he asked curiously.
She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Her nod was affirmation enough and he extended his hand, placing it gently over her left breast, squeezing lightly through the shirt. Jenni gasped as his thumb began swirling around the tight, raised tip, teasing the sensitive nub deliciously. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan.
“An interesting choice,” the principal said, slowly moving his hand into the depression between her breasts. “Not wearing the appropriate underclothes is just as much a violation of the student dress code as wearing a skirt that’s too short,” he informed her. His fingers found the first button and with ample dexterity, he began unfastening the small, white circles and then opened the front of the blouse, pulling it out of her skirt.
Jenni was particularly well-endowed, lush and full. Both mounds were creamy white and capped with huge pink circles that seemed to beg for attention. Her nipples, still hard and puckered, tightened even more as they were exposed to the cool air of the principal’s office. She sucked in a breath as the excitement of her predicament overwhelmed her and she could feel the rush of wetness forming between her legs. It felt as if her breasts were wild doves straining for freedom and the moment her shirt no longer held them back, they burst forward in glorious song.
His other hand came up, both thumbs now gently teasing the tips of her breasts. She opened her eyes, looking up at him as the pleasure practically overwhelmed her. Tingles of excitement seemed to explode in her chest, shooting straight down to her sex and she let out a desperate moan.
“Not wearing a bra has earned you an additional twenty strokes,” the principal told her. “Normally these would be delivered to your bottom, along with the ten strokes you’ve earned for each stocking, and the other twenty for the inappropriate skirt.”
She nodded. She knew that. “Yes sir,” she breathed, barely able to think through the circular caress he was giving her areolas.
“That said, so many strokes to your buttocks could prove overwhelming. I can provide you with another option.”
She looked up into his eyes, staring in wanton lust.
“I can give you the strokes exactly where you have earned them.”
Her breath caught in her throat. It was exactly like she’d been told. She nodded eagerly.
“Then remove your shoes and stockings.” He let go of her breasts and stepped back.
Jenni swayed for a moment, but then kicked off her shoes. They slipped from her tiny feet and she bent down, pushing the elastic stitched top of the white hose downward. Her creamy white skin seemed to glow with perfection and she knelt down on one knee to give herself stability as she slid the stretchy material off over her red painted toenails.
Awkwardly, she took the stocking off the other leg, then stood, holding out the material, barefoot. The principal took the stockings and shoes and set them on his desk.
“Now, you will bend over my desk, resting your chest on the leather blotter.” He pointed down at the polished desktop. She gulped and stepped close, then bent over. She felt a swirl of air around her buttocks.
“Since I will also be giving your bottom twenty strokes, I’m going to lift your skirt and tuck it into your waistband. Then I’ll pull your panties down, just enough to expose your buttocks.”
Jenni stiffened but didn’t respond, even as the principal took hold of her skirt. She closed her eyes, knowing what he was about to say, what he was about to find, and then, what he would have to do.
“Good lord,” the principal declared. “No panties either?” He made a disappointed ticking sound with his tongue, but his hand was already on her bottom, fingers squeezing, groping. “Spread your legs wide.”
She closed her eyes. Every muscle in her body was tense and she widened her stance as much as possible, placing her feet almost to the opposite ends of the desk. Cool air flowed over her sodden slit and she let out a gasp as his fingers delved deeper, through her buttocks and then even lower.
“Failure to wear panties has earned you an additional twenty strokes,” the principal said roughly as his hand suddenly found her sex. She gasped, wriggling as she felt him probe the dripping opening of her depths.
“Yes…” she moaned, thrusting back against his hand. She felt a bit of him inside her, a finger up to the knuckle and she wanted, needed more.
“You’ve already opted to receive punishment on the offending body parts. We can’t change that now.” He pushed and even more of his hand slid into her depths. She felt his fingers curling inside her and she moved one hand to her breast, fingers pinching the nipple.
“Yes sir,” she breathed desperately, waves of acute pleasure rushing through her. He continued to touch and torment her, working her insides to a froth. Whimpering with excitement and need, she squirmed perfectly, bent over his desk, an orgasm already approaching.
Which is when he pulled his hand away.
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