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.”
The great thing about this story is the idea of dishing it out, and then taking it. Whether that means watching someone else submit to it, and getting so worked up you sign up to be next; or a light consequence scene with multiple people, and the loser catches it heavy while others watch.
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