Sexcapades of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Volume 2!

 Michael Alexander Stories is pleased to announce the coming release of Breanne Erickson's latest novel: Sexcapades of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut, Volume 2. The second in her newest series, chronicling her seemingly never-ending adventures of bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. Available for pre-order, Sexcapades of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Volume 2 will be out for release on Thanksgiving 2022!  

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Lucille sighed and stood up. “Jennifer, I’m afraid that Breanne, for a change, is in no condition to endure another punishment. I’m going to have Beth draw her a bath and then let her soak until it is time for her to go home, which is in about an hour and twenty minutes.”

Jennifer looked crestfallen. “But… she disobeyed you.”

Suddenly Beth looked up. “Mistress? There is one torment… I mean punishment… that you could inflict on Bre, right now.”

Lucille looked down at Beth. Then Lucille nodded. “I suppose under these conditions,” she mused. Then she nodded. “Very well.”

Beth rose immediately and Jennifer grinned. “Can I help?” She asked.

“As a matter of fact, you can.” Lucille went over to the coffee table, picked up the remnants of tea, and deposited the entire thing on the nearby sideboard. “If you’ll help me get her on the table?”

I didn’t resist, mostly because I was still out of it, as the two women grabbed me by the wrists and ankles and hauled me up. They only had two or three feet to go and suddenly I was on my back, staring up at a crystal chandelier, the hard surface of the oval table beneath me. I groaned and Lucille produced two lengths of chain, handing one to Jennifer. “Right wrist to left ankle please.”

My arms were pulled outward and bent at the elbow, so my hands were under the table. Then my legs were spread obscenely wide, cum dripping down and pooling on the wood. I groaned as my feet were pulled up, my knees bent, my heels touching the underside of the table. 

Bound and helpless.

Lucille tucked a tiny pillow under my head and then Beth showed back up, holding not one, or two wireless massagers in her hands. But three. Lucille took two, handed one to Jennifer, and then nodded at her guest. “You may do the honors.”

“Mmmm…wwai…” I managed to mumble, but before I could articulate my thoughts, Jennifer switched on the massager to full power, sat down on the couch, leaned over, and pressed the buzzing, shaking rubber tip right against my swollen, sore, distended clitoris.

I let out a garbled shriek, my head coming up, but then Beth pressed her wand against my left breast. Lucille joined in and my already overloaded body, sensitized and raw and barely functional, interpreted the new stimulation like I was being cut with glass. 

Wait. Did I say “cut”? I meant fucked. Fucked with sharp, broken glass.

I’m not a stranger to forced orgasm. I’ve been fucked non-stop for hours in slow, sensuous bliss. I’ve been run through my paces, cumming over and over in a whirlwind of pleasure. I’ve even been brought to orgasm after a hard orgasm. But the torment of the birdcage, after the clamps of the morning, the pussy whipping I’d endured, not to mention the torments of the previous two days, had left my sex stinging. And with the vibrator on full power, I pulled on my bonds, feeling the wrist and ankle cuffs tighten around my limbs, unable to stop, I began thrashing back and forth. It made it hard for Mistress Lucille and Bethany, but Jennifer had no problem keeping her buzzing toy on my pussy as I went frantically nuts. My toes curled and I arched my back, yelling helplessly as the three women pushed me right back up the fucking mountain, tormenting me wildly, only to force me to the edge and push.

“PLEASE! PLEASE! I CAN’T!” I cried out.

“Nonsense,” Mistress Lucille said, “of course you can.” Then she turned the vibroballs back on.

And I screamed.

Jennifer gasped as my cum bubbled out over the end of the bulb and I realized that she’d actually jammed it into my pussy, forcing my petals wide apart. It wasn't deep. Not like a dildo, but it was more than enough. She laughed delightedly as I turned to jelly, hips jerking, once more lost and almost unconscious. She pulled the massager away as I began whimpering, eyes unfocused, a bit of drool dripping from my mouth.

“No,” Lucille said, pointing. 

Jennifer gave her a quizzical look. “No, what?” She asked.

“Don’t stop.”

Jennifer’s mouth fell open. “What? Again?”

Lucille nodded. “Again. It’s the definition of forced orgasm.”

For a second Jennifer considered this. “I still want her whipped,” she said firmly.

Lucille nodded. “I will make arrangements to drop by the Crossfire site tomorrow as part of my regular inspection. I’d like to look over the grounds anyway. While I’m doing that, you may, with Beth’s assistance, give Bre that whipping.” 

“Really?” asked Jennifer with excitement. “Where?” 

“You have an office at Crossfire, right?” Lucille asked.

“I meant, where on her body?” Jennifer said, pointing down at me. “Where will I be able to hit her?”

Lucille blinked. Then she laughed. “Oh. Anywhere you’d like, but if you need a specific target…” She pointed. 

Jennifer jammed the massager back between my legs, the rumbling bulb pressed to my poor, brutalized, over-sensitized clit. I screeched again, jerking, back arching as my toes curled and my fingers tightened into fists. I thrashed back and forth, overwhelmed, my pussy on fire, and freezing, and tightening, and burning. It felt good and bad and hot and cold and wet and dry. My blood began boiling and I heard a thumping under the table as my heels kicked hard against the wood. 

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The Little Schoolgirl - The Offer

 Paul Mason was sitting at his desk, two separate stacks of papers in front of him. One pile, dwindling, was ungraded history tests, while on the opposite side were a stack of red marked documents, each bearing a grade. In total, he wasn’t dissatisfied with his students’ performance. The general scores were in the upper eighties and low nineties, with some of his more stellar students hitting high A’s. It was enough to keep the few murmurs of a needed “curve” at bay and he smiled to himself as he looked up at all of the empty desks and chairs across from him. Soft jazz played from his computer speakers and he sighed. Sometimes, the relaxing moments came when the students had all headed home for the day.

He had just finished writing out a somewhat exasperated note with one student’s ill-conceived answer to a question when the door of his classroom creaked open. He glanced up, at first irritated at the interruption, but then his expression softened as the little schoolgirl stepped through the partially opened portal. She was a petite thing, at least height wise, though the swell of her bosom pressing against the white, taut fabric of her uniform blouse made it very clear that she was very much a woman. Her hips, clad in the required blue and white plaid skirt, swished with each step and Mason couldn’t help putting his pen down and appreciating her fully as she turned, closed the door, and then… locked it.

Mason’s right eyebrow went up and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Mason,” she said politely, turning toward him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her knees came together, the white knee high socks touching. “I was wondering if I might have a moment with you to discuss my grade.” Her eyes flickered down to the stack of tests on his desk and Mason let out a disappointed huff.

“Actually,” he said in all honesty, “your test score was a ninety-three. There’s not really any need to…”

She moved deliberately, her flat pumps crossing with each step as her hips swayed provocatively, until she was right up next to him, the hard tips of her breasts even with his eyes. “I meant my overall grade sir,” she breathed deeply. “I’ll do anything to bring it up, even if it’s just a few points.” 

Mason winced. It wasn’t that he was opposed to her offer, but she didn’t need it. “You’re already making an A, which admittedly is surprising considering how often you’re given detention, but…” His voice trailed off as her hand slid down the front of her chest, pressing the material tightly against her bosom. She cocked one hip and lifted the heel of her foot, adopting a distinctly sensual and erotic pose. Mason swallowed, then gave her a look of admonishment.

“Careful young lady,” he said clearly, but with a teasing grin. “That sort of behavior isn’t appropriate and you wouldn’t want me to be forced to conduct an undergarment check, would you?” 

The little schoolgirl blinked. Then she took a step back from him, as if a little unsure of herself. But then her smile returned and to Mason’s astonishment, she reached with both hands under her skirt and snagged the blue and white striped panties with her fingers. Drawing them down her pretty legs, she stepped out of them, lifted the tiny bit of material up, and dropped it on his desk with a wicked grin.

“Okay,” she said willingly. “I’m ready for the panty check.”

Mason’s jaw dropped as she adopted the correct position as per the school policy; legs spread wide apart and fingers interlaced behind her head. “You are aware of the consequences of this finding, correct?”

She nodded immediately, still holding her position. “Of course, sir. I’m to be immediately stripped of my uniform, to give you the opportunity to check my other body parts for the correct clothing. Then I’m to receive corporal punishment on the offending parts of my body that were incorrectly covered. But before I get my required spanks, those parts are supposed to be intensely sensitized so that the corporal punishment is more effective.” 

“I suppose that as often as you have failed this particular exam, you’d be intimately familiar with the punishment,” he allowed. 

“If you can call it punishment,” she replied saucily. She arched her back, which caused her breasts to press even harder against the material of her blouse. Mason was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra either. He gave her a knowing look, then moved his chair forward and put his hand between her outstretched thighs. 

Their eyes met as he lifted his hand and then he was touching her, the soft wet petals of her flower pressed against his fingers. For a moment he just felt her heat and wetness, but then he began stroking softly, spreading her moisture across the folds, caressing her with gentle motions. She gasped as he stroked her, then moaned as he wriggled his middle finger between her labia, pressing deeper and deeper. She rose up on tiptoe as his entire digit settled inside her and when he curled it, she let out a desperate whimper. It was far more than was needed to check a student for panties, not that he needed to, since the little schoolgirl’s underwear was laying on his desk with that day’s grading. He probed her deeply, her sodden slit pressing into his hand in rhythmic thrusts as he elicited a little chorus of sounds that only proved her desperate arousal.

“You are indeed not wearing panties,” he confirmed, adding a steady in and out pumping motion to her wriggling, teasing finger. She groaned, eyelids fluttering as her chest rose and fell deeply. “While I finish the panty check, you need to unbutton your blouse. If you’re wearing a bra, then it will only be your sweet little cunt that gets a whipping. But if your nipples are showing when you unfasten the front of your shirt, then I’ll punish your breasts too.”

The little schoolgirl smiled wickedly and began unbuttoning her blouse. Fresh, pink skin started to show and a moment later Mason knew that he was going to have even more fun. “I’m a naughty girl,” she agreed, fingers fluttering between her full and perfect breasts. The decolletage between the hills was smooth and when the material was pulled asunder, Mason saw that the tips were rosy and raised, enticing in her excitement. She slipped the uniform blouse off her shoulders, leaving the tie hanging down from her bare neck over her sternum. It was deliciously naughty and contrasted her creamy white skin perfectly. 

“Skirt too,” he ordered, his hand moving even more energetically between her sweet thighs. The blouse fell to the floor and even as Mason continued to finger her slit, she unclipped the skirt. It slid downward, hanging on his arm and only with reluctance did he pull his hand away from her sex. His finger glistened wetly as he let the skirt fall. As it did she moved forward, her bottom against the desk. He realized she was about to sit on his papers when he grabbed her, pushing her downward.

“No,” he growled. “Not yet. I want something else first.” 

For a second, the naked little schoolgirl gave him a confused look, but as his hands went to his belt she nodded obediently. She dropped to her knees as her tongue came out, licking her lips. Positioned between his legs, her fingers went to his buckle, then the zipper of his trousers. It took only a second to free his member from the boxers beneath and her narrow, delicate fingers wrapped around the thick meat of the history teacher’s shaft, stroking it tenderly. Mason groaned as she toyed with him, stroking and squeezing. Then she bent her head, brown hair cascading down around to hide her face as her sweet, delectable mouth surrounded his shaft. 

The first sensation was the fluttering of her tongue working around the edge of his tip, teasing and enticing him. Her hand slid down to the base, tightening as he felt the first pull of suction, her pliable mouth forming an almost perfect circle in which to encompass him. She bobbed her head, taking an inch, then half of him, then almost all of his length, a steady swallowing motion rippling through her throat as she struggled to take as much of him as possible. His hand came up, caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples as she slurped and swallowed, her expert fellatio falling into a rhythm. There was the light, tickling teasing, her tongue flicking along the tip. Then came the delicate suction of her sucking on just the head as her hands slid up and down him. Then she went deep, taking his entire manhood down her talented throat, until her nose was pressed against his belly. She would come up, gasping, only to do it all over again. 

Mason groaned, feeling his testicles tighten, his hardened cock throbbing with need as she gobbled his meat. Her fingernails caressed his scrotum and her thumb and fingers tightened around the base of his shaft until he felt himself getting close to release.

“Now,” he grunted, pushing her mouth away. His cock bobbed and he rose from his chair, his trousers falling. Her hands helped as he kicked off his shoes, then stepped out of his fallen trousers and boxers. Her face turned upward, her mouth still open, questing, as if she wanted him to face fuck her once more. Instead he reached down and took her hands, pulling her up. She came willingly, obediently, even as he lifted her up onto the desk, her ass pushing aside the ungraded tests. She laid back, lifting her arms and spreading them along the upper edge of the surface and then to his utter delight, she raised her feet into the air straight up, giving him a visage of perfection; her delicate and glistening slit peeping out from between her thighs. This lasted only two or three seconds before it got even better, and she spread her legs wide, holding herself open.

Her pussy was perfectly shaved, wet and ready and her clit was a pink little exposed bump at the top of her gash. Cock bobbing, Mason suddenly felt a different urge and without a word he sat back down in his chair, scooting forward to put his mouth right on her exposed nub. She gasped, legs trembling as he suckled her, stabbing at her clit with his tongue until he could feel her thrusting up against his chin. He let go of the apex of her sex and then moved downward, tasting the tangy perfection of her depths. She quivered and moaned as he licked his way through her crevasse, and when he finally came up for air, he could tell she was just as much on the edge as he was. 

“I will now start the punishment,” he warned her, even as he reached down to his fallen trousers. His fingers snagged the flexible, supple leather belt and pulled it free of the material. The buckle rattled, but it was the other end that he grasped, the final eight or so inches of hide, that flopped back and forth as he rose up above her. Her eyes found the end of the belt and she sucked in a breath, bracing herself for the fire that was about to befall her. Mason moved the end of his makeshift strop above her beautiful cunt and stroked her clit and petals gently, teasing her to within an inch of desperate hunger. And when the expression on her face moved from pleasure to frustration, he snapped his wrist downward in a flurry of hot strokes, to leave a blistering bevy of blows on her beautiful bud. 

The little schoolgirl squealed, teeth clenched as her pussy tightened in scorched fury, the heat and sting of the beating blistering through her. But even as the pain seared its way up to her synapses, the underlying sexual tension and stimulation ate at the agony, twisting it around and using it to fuel her insatiable lust. She felt her hips roll, her mons rising as she thrust upward into Mason’s strokes and when she was on the cusp of losing control, one way or another, he stopped. She froze, unsure if she was going to explode or fizzle out, only to cry out again as his mouth came down once more, licking and nibbling on her clit and folds. Pleasure swirled through her and she almost lost control. Her fingers clenched and curled, grasping at some unseen force, and just as she was about to cum, his mouth once more lifted and he raised the belt.

“Yes!” She whimpered desperately. “Hit me!” 

For the first time the teacher obeyed the student and he brought the belt down hard and fast, a flurry of biting blows that smashed at her folds, opening her flower to expose the tender and delicate inner linings. It struck her clit, mashing and crushing it, slapping it wetly back and forth, until she screeched. He hesitated, thinking that perhaps he’d gone just a bit too far, when she looked up at him with a frantic, desperate expression.

“PLEASE?” She begged. “MORE? HARDER?” 

The next dozen blows left marks and she cried out with each of them. Only the splattering wetness and the ragged breaths of her need told him that she was converting the agony into ecstasy. Her petals seemed to swell, darkening roughly from the torment inflicted upon them, until Mason almost felt… guilty, worrying for her wellbeing. He stopped again, to give her time, space, a moment just to breathe, but his throbbing cock was suddenly too hard, too desperate, and he tossed the belt aside, to slide his entire quivering length into her freshly pounded pussy.

The noise she made as he entered was part cry of satisfaction and part wail of physical violation. It wasn’t that she was opposed to him fucking her. Not in the least. But the act of being opened, penetrated so deeply, after just having a belt smacked viciously and violently against her pussy, was a dichotomy her mind wasn’t quite prepared to accept. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she felt her body swirl and spin. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. She had to cum. And yet… it was as if this moment wasn’t the right one.

His hands moved down her legs and up to her breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds, his fingertips flicking and rubbing at the distended tips. The little schoolgirl’s mewls of pleasure incited Mason and he felt his cock thickening, pulsing as he thrust himself within her. His fingers tightened on her nipples, pinching the delicate points until she cried out, back arching. Inside himself he felt the pressure rise to the bursting point. He struggled to hold back though, and he let go of one breast to grope for the belt again. Finding it, he grasped the end once more, leaned over her body, his sword buried to the hilt in her depths and he flicked the flexible leather strap down against her nipple. 

It wasn’t enough for the little schoolgirl and her eyes found his as she brought her hands up to her bosom. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them, plumping them and raising the tips up for Mason’s belt. He obliged her, watching as flickers of pain flashed across her visage. He slapped the end of his belt down on one breast, then the other, each stroke accompanied by the brutal and overwhelming thrust of his cock through her sex. Her eyes suddenly went unfocused and she clenched her teeth.

“MORE! HARDER! RIGHT ON THE NIPPLE!” She begged roughly. 

Mason obliged, a fast flurry of strokes slashing down, spanking the points of her breasts as he switched back and forth between them. Her jaw clenched and she tightened around him, thrashing on the desk as he continued to spank her bosom, until her legs dropped and suddenly surrounded him, ankles crossing behind his ass.

“YES! OH YES! I’M GOING TO…”

“Don’t…” Mason gasped, himself on the edge. “Don’t cum! Cumming… during punishment…  earns you… another… punishment.” 

“OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING!” She cried out, her entire body trembling. Mason felt her tighten around his shaft, the fluctuations in the muscular walls of her sex massaging his member beyond tolerability. He jammed himself hard against her groin, fitting his probe into her socket. Her hands had moved, her own fingers now pinching and twisting her nipples as her back arched. 

The plaintive need in her voice, the vision of her before him, the sweet wetness of her sex, was too much for him and he groaned, ribbons spooling from his distended member, filling her womb. His cock pulsed, throbbing as it extruded the creamy white lines of fluid. She quivered in the throes of her own ecstasy, her face looking for all the world as if she were in agony. But Mason knew that what she was feeling was the same as his own climax. He found himself pumping into her accepting and perfect form, his fluids mingling with hers. He pressed deep and held himself in place, until his breathing slowed and he felt himself beginning to soften. Beneath him she shuddered, twitching as her own burst of adrenaline faded, replaced with the quiet euphoria of utter satisfaction. He drew his cock out of her cunt, the skin wet and sticky and he fell back into his chair with a shuddering sigh. She lay on the desk limply, arms and legs splayed out, her sauced slit dripping jism, and he stared at the well used pink slit with a smug look. 

It was several minutes before she sat up, lifting herself from the wooden desktop with a smug and self satisfied look on her face. Her chest barely held the marks of his belt and she gave him a knowing grin. She scooted to the edge of the desk and then stepped down, scooping up her blouse and skirt in the process.

“That was amazing,” Mason said simply, admiring her curves as she slipped back into the uniform blouse and buttoned it, but not all the way. She left most of her tits showing. The little schoolgirl smiled, eyes twinkling. 

“It was,” she agreed simply. She picked up her skirt and began stepping into it.

“You know you aren’t supposed to cum,” he said, giving her a knowing look, eyebrows going up and down. 

She let out the most adorable laugh, light and airy and girlish. “Are you going to punish me?”

Mason sat back in the chair with a sigh and shook his head. “I should,” he replied. “But I’m not sure I’ve got it in me to do it properly.” He grinned. “You drained me quite completely. Maybe tomorrow.”

The little schoolgirl pouted. “Ohhhh,” she frowned. She moved up to him, her fingers reaching down to his still exposed, yet very soft manhood. “Are you sure?” She asked, touching his cock, picking it up and then gently squeezing it. “Because I’m absolutely sure I could get you back in the right mindset to punish me.”

Mason closed his eyes, but then shook his head, gently taking hold of her wrist. “No my dear, I’m in my fifties and not the man I was.”

“But all the man I need,” she whispered. She sank down to her knees and to Mason’s delighted shock, bent her head down, mouth open. Just as before, the warm wetness, soft tongue, and gentle suction enveloped him. For a moment, he lost himself in the sensation, the pure pleasure, but then the realities of his libido, not to mention the stack of ungraded papers still sitting on the desk, caused him to push her gently away.

“Not now,” he said patiently.

She looked up at him, her dark brown eyes focused and huge. Then she nodded. She pushed herself up using his knees and then finished buttoning her blouse. She looked around, found her panties, and picked them up. 

“Now, about my grade?” She asked, straightening the material so she could put the cute little pair of panties back on. Mason laughed.

“Your grade?” He asked, then shook his head. “Tomorrow there will be a random panty check of several of the girls in my class. If you happen to be one of them, and you’ve made the appropriate choice about following the school rule about wearing undergarments, then maybe…” he raised a finger, grinning. “Maybe I might consider raising your grade.”

She stood there, her panties in hand. “Another panty check?” She asked carefully, her own white and blue striped panties in her hand.

He nodded.

“In front of all the students,” she queried. “And with public stimulation and punishment too I suppose?”

Mason shrugged. “That would be expected under those circumstances,” he agreed.

The little schoolgirl smiled, her hands dropping and she gave him a little wink. “Well then,” she said, pinching one bit of material and holding her panties out over Mason’s desk. “I guess I won’t be needing these then, will I?” And she let the panties fall, landing on the stack of ungraded papers. Then she leaned over, kissed Mason on the cheek, and turned tail heading toward the door. 

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Mason!” 

The Little School Girl : The Media Room

The principal walked into the library and for a moment, paused to appreciate the sounds of studious silence. The normal giggles of little girls gossiping, or the young men bragging to each other between the droning lectures of the faculty didn’t seem to permeate the hallowed stacks of tomes. His eyes paused on a library aide who was dutifully shelving books, taking them off the return cart. Her uniform was impeccable and his gaze slipped from the black flats and white ankle socks, up to the blue and white plaid skirt. The hem line was exactly where it was supposed to be and he appreciated the impressive curvature of the girl’s flank. As she rose up on tiptoe, stretching to place a book on a higher shelf, her white blouse tightened against her bosom, revealing the outlines of her bra. The principal smiled, nodding to himself.

He turned to his right, leaving the aide to her duties, and moved toward the circulation desk. Another aide, male this time, was sitting at the checkout station, laboriously working his way through another pile of books, scanning them into the system. But the principal moved past the young man and entered the narrow hall leading to the library’s labyrinth of media labs, audio storage, the school’s filming studio, and the Librarian’s office.

Which is exactly where he found her.

Ms. Rebecca, the librarian, was sitting at her desk, typing dutifully at her computer when the principal stepped into the small, closet sized room. There wasn’t much space for the man himself and he declined to wedge himself into one of the plastic chairs that had been jammed between the front of her desk and the wall. Ms. Rebecca looked up as he entered, her eyes lighting up as a mischievous and welcoming smile crossed her face.

“Well, well, well,” she said, pushing her keyboard toward the monitor. “And to what do I owe this pleasure?” She stretched provocatively.

The principal smiled and leaned back against the door. Ms. Rebecca was quite an attractive woman. Fully mature, she had a lithe elegance that none of the female students had attained and her every move was languorously sensual. His eyes flickered to her cleavage, which was both impressive in its shape, and visible due to the daring collar of her dress. The material wrapped around her tightly, showing off a trim, lush body that seemed made to fondle. She twisted in her chair, leaning back as she crossed her legs. The slit in the dress exposed almost her entire leg, from the tips of her crimson painted toes, all the way up to her thigh, and even showed a tiny glimpse of her loin. Another inch, and the principal would have been able to see the woman’s most interesting secrets.

He crossed his arms as he looked over at the librarian. “I heard that your new media room is finished and that it is in use.” 

Her eyes widened and the smile on her face seemed to get even bigger. She gave him a sparkling grin and nodded. “It is indeed. Would you like to see it?” She uncrossed her legs slowly, her dress slipping and this time, the principal did get to see her secrets, even if only for a brief moment. The shaved petals were perfectly pink and there was no way to miss the light glimmer of her excitement. Then she rose, the slit sliding back to the front of her right leg and she ran her hands down the material. The principal smiled and as she stepped into the doorway, he turned just enough. She slid past him, the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest, her hand seeming to accidentally brush the stiffening bulge in his trousers. But then she was in the hall, her well rounded derriere swishing back and forth deliciously. 

The principal took a deep breath, pushing back his interest in the librarian, trying to focus on his purpose, but it wasn’t easy, especially since her dress had a second slit, this one at the back of the left leg, which went up so high that a portion of Ms. Rebecca’s perfectly curved buttock was visible. He found himself following her, eyes locked on the flashes of cheek, the feline grace of her step, even the ripple of her calves as she walked. She turned another corner, glancing back over her shoulder at him, easily noting that he was staring at her ass, only to laugh delightedly. Then she stopped in front of a solid wooden door, the plaque on the wall simply stating “Media Room - A108”. She gave him another brilliant smile and pushed into the room. 

It was the sound that hit him first, a mixture of noises that took his brain several seconds to extrapolate, analyze, and then categorize. First came the steady hum of an electric motor, oscillating at a slow pace. But while the hum was regular, there was an interesting increase in volume, as if whatever the central shaft was being forced to turn was resisting in fits and spurts.  Beneath the sound of the motor came an electronic beep, like you might hear in a hospital room, pitched low and repeating every second. Above the beeping sound was another electric motor, this one small, fast, and steady, humming with an intensity that seemed to set his teeth on edge. Complimenting this cacophony, a wet, organic sort of noise underlay it all, a sort of bubbling, pulsing gloppy sound that made him think of his five-year-old son trying desperately to pull his galoshes out of a thick, sucking hole of mud. Lastly, there was another sound, high-pitched and trembling, a muted sort of breathy whimpering that could only have one source. The principal stepped in behind Ms. Rebecca and studied the tableau before him.

The little schoolgirl was reclined in the restraint chair, arms pulled high above her head, her dainty wrists manacled and secured a few inches away from her dark brown hair. Her fingers were curled into fists, the flesh of her knuckles darkly white as she struggled violently to pull herself free. Her sweet mouth was wide open, yet blocked with a dark red ball that was buckled in place. The principal’s eyes moved downward, delighting in the fact that the little schoolgirl’s uniform blouse was open, the buttons unfastened from chin to navel, and both of her full, luscious breasts were in view, heaving as the girl struggled. Each pink nipple was raised, not because of cold, though the room was quite cool, but because the sensitive tips had been clamped, red and black wires trailing down her torso over to the machine providing the hospital-like sounds. 

The little schoolgirl’s skirt had ridden up, undoubtedly because her legs had been pulled wide apart and bound in place, leather straps binding her lower thighs. Additional red and black wires ran to electrostim tabs placed on each thigh and even up to her clitoris. The principal’s eyes slid toward where the girl’s panties would have hidden her charms, except she wasn’t wearing any. Still, he couldn’t see the little schoolgirl’s sex. A bulbed massager on a retractable arm was pressed tightly to the girl’s clitorus, while a massive dildo pumped steadily into the wet, pink depths of her sex. Her feet kicked as the librarian moved closer and she shook her head desperately, eyes frantic with concern.

“What do you think?” Ms. Rebecca asked, putting a hand on the little schoolgirl’s twitching leg. 

The principal allowed the door to close behind him and the scent of the little schoolgirl’s arousal became even more pronounced. He crossed his arms and studied the contraption. Clearly from the splatter on the floor, the little schoolgirl had cum, perhaps multiple times. His eyes flickered over to the Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulator, the device that was the end point for the various red and black wires, and he nodded.

“What setting is the TENS unit at?” He inquired.

The librarian smiled, leaned over, and checked the machine. “Level four right now,” she replied. “I’ve been turning it up a level each time I come in.”

The little schoolgirl gave the librarian another panicked glance, squealing something desperate into the ball gag. It came out unintelligible and the principal smiled.

“Is that why she seems so happy to see you?” He asked with a laugh.

Ms. Rebecca chuckled with a shrug. “Well, that and each time I come in, I’ve temporarily removed both the dildo and the massager in order to give her pussy a decidedly hard spanking with my leather sap.” She reached under the restraint chair and pulled out a black leather paddle. The end was exactly the right size to beat the little schoolgirl’s sex. 

The principal nodded. “Please,” he said expectantly. “Don’t let my presence stop you.” He gestured at the little schoolgirl, who began thrashing ineffectively against the straps and buckles holding her down. The librarian let out a pleased hum and with ease, pulled the massager away from the girl’s groin, leaving just the synthetic cock pumping in and out of her dripping slit. Ms. Rebecca turned off the massager, then flipped another switch and the volume levels in the Media Room dropped significantly as the thick rubber toy came to a stop, still embedded deep in the girl’s body. Ms. Rebecca pulled the machine away from between the little schoolgirl’s legs, eliciting a soft groan from the girl. The principal leaned over the librarian’s shoulder.

“How many strokes have you been giving her?” He asked, looking down at the little schoolgirl’s sex. The petals were bright pink and there were even a few marks that looked as if they came from the edges of the paddle. The girl’s entire groin was a mess, splattered and dripping cum, vaginal fluids coating her loins and thighs. Two sets of small electrostim tabs rested on either side of the apex of her sex. Her clit was engorged, the constant stimulation of the massager, the pulses of electricity, coupled with the beatings having turned the sensitive little nub into a focus of agonizing ecstasy for the little schoolgirl. 

“Ten each,” the librarian said, stepping around the fucking machine and moving into position. “Every ten minutes.” She lifted the paddle and gave the principal a delighted look. “It’s why I made sure that she was going to suffer this torment during our extended period. She’ll have endured a full ninety minutes of vibration, forced orgasm, electro-punishment, and spanks.” And as the little schoolgirl screamed into the gag, the librarian brought the paddle down on the sodden, sweet swamp between creamy, wet thighs.

The sound made by the paddle was exquisite, a saturated smack that was both crisp and marshy, all at the same time. The accompanying screech, even through the ballgag, was bright and dynamic, stirring in its elasticity. The librarian paused, waiting a few seconds for the brilliant sting of her first blow to settle into a vicious heat, and as the little schoolgirl trembled, Ms. Rebecca struck again. 

The principal adjusted his erection as the librarian’s paddle smashed into the little schoolgirl’s pussy, spreading her labia open. He reached up to the bound student’s foot. Her tiny shoe slipped from her toes easily enough and the principal began tugging the little schoolgirl’s sock downward, exposing ankle, then heel, even as Ms. Rebecca left a third blistering blow on the rose-colored gash. Droplets of girl goo flew, striking the principal’s wrist, but he didn’t mind it, his fingers finding the delicate arch of the little schoolgirl’s foot, pushing the cotton material downward, until her dainty toes were exposed. He stroked her sole, feeling her twitch, his hand grasping her, and he felt her body jump as the fourth stroke landed, burning hotly through the little schoolgirl’s sex. The impact left a ripple the principal could feel and he took a deep breath as it was translated into his own body through their touch.

Ms. Rebecca’s eyes seemed to sparkle with delight as the librarian continued the spanking. Each concussive blow, while energizing the little schoolgirl with pain, appeared to charge the librarian’s own arousal. While her right hand wielded the paddle, her left pulled at the slit in her dress, pulling up the material until the librarian’s own dripping sex was visible. Ms. Rebecca rubbed at her own clit as the final strokes of the paddle fell savagely upon the little schoolgirl’s sex, and as the girl’s body tensed and quivered, toes curling near the principal’s grasping hand, the librarian shuddered with her own tiny wave of climactic satisfaction. 

“Impressive,” the principal said softly, his thumb stroking the bare arch of the girl as the librarian stepped back, her impressive bust moving with each deep breath. The little schoolgirl let out a quiet sob, her hips rolling, only to mewl as Ms. Rebecca pushed the fucking machine back into place, the massively thick dildo sliding into the gaping, saturated, freshly spanked hole. The librarian started up the machine and the pulsing thrum of the motor filled the room again as the synthetic cock began pumping like a piston, the full rubber length sliding deep. The little schoolgirl’s eyes rolled back and her body tensed again as Ms. Rebecca grabbed the massager.

“Is the dildo moving faster this time?” The principal asked as the bulbed massager was moved back into place, pressed firmly against the little schoolgirl’s clit.

“Indeed. I increase the speed each session. By the time we’re near the end of the period, it will be like she’s fucking a jackhammer,” the librarian assured the principal. 

“How appropriate,” he replied, still lightly stroking the little schoolgirl’s foot. “I can’t help but notice that she doesn’t appear to be wearing panties or a bra. I presume that you discovered this earlier and that is why she is being punished?”

The librarian turned on the vibrator and the little schoolgirl squealed as the intense oscillations translated directly into the sensitive nub at the apex of her slit. “On the contrary, she is being punished because yesterday I caught her licking the slit of my other library aide, her nose buried in pussy.”

The principal’s eyes widened. “The young lady I saw restocking the shelves?”

The librarian nodded. “Indeed. I’ll be holding her over the next period and she’ll have the opportunity to suffer the consequences.”

“I see,” the principal nodded. “But what about today’s violation? The lack of panties or bra?” He asked, gesturing at the now frantic and panting little schoolgirl, whose delicate hips were now thrusting desperately against both the grinding, pressing thickness of the dildo, and the powerful waves of resonance flowing into her sex.

Ms. Rebecca licked her lips as the little schoolgirl began crooning. “That will be the cause of tomorrow’s punishment. Another ninety minutes in the chair during the fourth period. And I plan on increasing the number of paddle strokes to her pussy to a full dozen.”

The principal thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “If needed, feel free to hold her over through the fifth period as well,” he said politely. “A full one hundred and forty minutes ought to provide a more memorable punishment.” His eyes moved over to the TENS Unit. “What about electro-stimulation? Do you need to turn it up as well?”

The librarian laughed and shook her head. “No. That is on a timer. It increases in level every ten minutes regardless of what else is happening to her. She’s now on level five, which while intense, isn’t painful. Yet.”

The principal’s eyebrow went up. “Interesting. And what is the threshold?”

Ms. Rebecca shrugged. “Somewhere between six and eight. Our little schoolgirl starts to have issues at seven.” 

The principal nodded. “I’m glad to see that you remembered to place electro-stim tabs on either side of her clit. But I do have a request. During tomorrow’s session, I would like additional stimtabs placed on the ball and heels of each foot.”

The librarian smiled. “Oh. Yes. Yes of course I can do that. My focus today was on sensitizing her poor little clit. Over-sensitive even. And it appears she is about to have another orgasm.” She gestured at the thrusting, wriggling loins of the little schoolgirl, who was clearly close to another climax.

“Is that a violation?” Asked the principal carefully, concern written on his face. “Afterall, this is supposed to be a punishment.”

The librarian laughed. “It could be a violation, but watch. She isn’t going to have an orgasm so much as have an orgasm ripped from her body.”

And as the librarian spoke, the little schoolgirl arched her back. With her eyes closed, she screamed into the gag, her muted voice still shrill and ragged. Her entire body seemed to shake violently, then freeze, her sex pushed forward against the pounding of the fucking machine and the incessant buzz of the massager. Suddenly, fluids spurted out from around the synthetic cock, splattering her thighs, the machine itself, and then down onto the floor. The girl’s toes curled, both the bare ones near the principal’s still rubbing hand, and the sock and shoe-covered other foot. The little schoolgirl’s head lolled to the side and a slack jawed expression crossed her face as her body sagged.

“Is she okay?”

Ms. Rebecca snorted. “Not in the least. The euphoria will be temporary, I assure you.” The librarian checked the watch on her wrist. “The stimulation is so intense, that in just a few seconds she’ll be squirming in agony, trying to get away from what was pleasure just seconds ago.”

Indeed, the principal saw that the little schoolgirl was already twitching, her loins pulling away from the massager and still solidly thumping cock. Of course, she had nowhere to go and while the movement might have lightened the pressure on her clit, the oscillations still travelled into her sex. She crooned piteously, then helplessly, then desperately. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she roused from her climax and whimpered. 

“Well,” the principal said, finally letting go of the little schoolgirl’s foot. “I heartily approve. This is clearly an effective means of correcting aberrant behavior.” He took a deep breath. “And after this, you’ll bring the other girl back here and…”

“Strip her naked, tie her down, force her legs open, penetrate her deeply, and then torture her until each and every orgasm is both agony and ecstasy wrapped in one, delicious bite?” The librarian asked.

The principal smiled. “I like how you put that. And what about this afternoon? After the final bell? Will the chair be in use?”

The librarian blinked. Then Ms. Rebecca smiled wickedly. “There’s nothing scheduled,” she said mischievously, turning to look straight at the principal. “Why? Is there someone you’d like to have mounted here?” She ran a hand down to her breasts, pulling the collar of her dress even lower. 

“Stripped naked, tied down, with her legs forced open, only to be penetrated deeply and tortured until each and every orgasm is both agony and ecstasy wrapped in one, delicious bite?” Asked the principal lightly, smiling. “Of course.” 

 The librarian’s mouth curled up into a knowing grin. “That sounds… intriguing. I’ll have to be here for that.” Then her watch chirped.

“Oh!” She declared carefully. “We’ve used up all of our time!”

The principal gave her a confused look. “We have to leave?”

The librarian shook her head. “On the contrary,” she said simply, only to pick up the leather paddle once more. “We’ve reached our next ten minute punishment point.” She held out the sap with a knowing wink. “I’ll pull the fucking machine and massager away from her cunt, if you’ll do the honor of delivering the next set of spanks to her clit and pussy. It will give you some practice for our sessions after school.” Her eyes sparkled at the thought. 

The principal took the paddle and looked down at the writhing little schoolgirl as the librarian once more pulled the massager, then the fucking machine away from her groin. Her dark pink, well sauced and paddled pussy flashed into view and he moved between her legs, raising the leather sap. 

“Just imagine it’s me,” whispered the librarian, grinning mischievously.

He brought the pattle down hard, smacking the sodden wet slit before him viciously, giving the girl a flurry of strokes, all while Ms. Rebecca watched, face flushed, one hand between her legs, pushed through the slit of her skirt. And as the little schoolgirl squealed and cried and struggled, the principal looked over at the librarian with a smug look. 

“In a few hours,” he said teasingly. “It will be.” 

The librarian smiled, pushing the fucking machine’s dildo back into the little schoolgirl.

“Excellent.”