Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule of The Crop

Literotic asexstories – Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule of The Crop by 123z,123z
“Bugger, bugger, bugger, bollocks!”

Just turned nineteen, Louise Craven sat back in her seat in the tall office building on Fenchurch Street and swore under her breath. She looked at the message on her PC again and again.

“Report to Mrs. Wintergreen’s office at eleven precisely.”

Trevor looked over her shoulder and burst out laughing. He summoned Rachel and Billy to join in the fun.

“What’s so bloody funny?”

“Guys. Louise has to see Mrs. Wintergreen! What a hoot!”

The attractive blonde turned in her three-wheeled roller seat and narrowed her eyes.

“So? It’s just my first-year probation review, and she is the head of the department. No problem.”

“Mr. Williams normally deals with those. If you have to go see HER, it must mean trub.”

Billy put his hand over his mouth to suppress more giggles.

“Trub?”

“Trouble. That woman is a real bitch. Hates everyone.”

“Yeah,” agreed Trevor. “She’s a tyrant.”

“No, she’s not.” Rachel held up her hand. “She’s a sadistic tyrant!”

“Right. I don’t even know if she has teeth. Never seen her smile yet.”

The other workers left the young secretary to ponder her fate as she slowly watched the clock tick away the minutes.

Louise needed this job. She had been fortunate to land the position and it had meant she and her boyfriend could afford to rent their first studio flat. If she were fired, it would probably mean she would have to move back in with her parents.

“Sod that. I’ll just charm this Mrs. Wintergreen right out of her shoes.”

x

At 10.55, Louise stood in the lady’s room and checked her makeup. She fluffed up her buttery blonde wavy hair and smiled to herself. Luckily on this morning, she had chosen to wear her grey top that fit close to the body and had extra long sleeves. Also, her short-length high waist black skirt ended at the upper hip area. On her feet were her brand new nude heeled sandals with straps that wound around her lower calves and Achilles tendon.

“Hello?”

She opened the door of Mrs. Wintergreen’s large office and peeked around the empty room. The reception area was small with a desk and sofa on the opposite side. A table separated the two and various outdated copies of Vogue and Cosmopolitan were strewn around on it. She sat on the sofa crossed her shapely pins and looked at her watch. Eleven o’clock. She was dead on time.

“Where is everybody?” she wondered as she sat in the odd silence.

Impatient and slightly bored, Louise went to the office and pushed the half-open door.

“Mrs. Wintergreen? Are you in here?”

The modest-sized room was sparsely furnished and had one big desk and a tall lamp by the very large window. Pictures of various cities adorned the wall and she studied each one in turn. She admired the view from the window and looked down on Fenchurch Street and watched the traffic. At that moment, her eyes were drawn to a half-open drawer in the desk.

“Oh, my!”

Something curious peeked out of the corner and she thought she recognised a horse riding crop. Her eyes went to the open door and saw no one so she pulled the top drawer out and reeled back in surprise. There, Louise found all types of erotic toys, vibrators, anal plugs, fur-lined handcuffs, and a black riding crop. Amid these outrageous devices, there were also several pairs of silk underwear and a pheasant feather. But it was the crop that caught her eye and she cautiously picked it up. It was an expensive, probably a hundred quid, black fleck crop of woven nylon and was about sixteen inches in length. The handle had wrapped leather and sported a big braided cap with a dimpled button. The keeper was also leather and was two inches wide.

“Oh my gosh. Mrs. Wintergreen seems to have some fetish interests.”

“Is that so?”

Louise gasped and came out of her reverie as she was interrupted by a classy woman with flowing auburn hair. Dressed in a business-like manner she had a three-quarter length slim pencil fit dress in blue and white check, and a waist-high top with one button fastened just below the bust. Her navy bra was visible in the deep V of the low-cut look.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m Louise by the way. Are you Mrs. Wintergreen?”

Without a word, the forty-one-year-old woman stared at her as she walked around and around the desk. She casually picked up the handcuffs and toyed with them as she paced the room. Louise ate humble pie as she demurred and hopped from one shoe to the other.

“This is not a good start Miss Craven. Snooping through private property, perhaps you lack discipline? Did you go to school? Do you know right from wrong?”

“Of course.”

“Indeed. Maybe you need to be punished. Taught a lesson in fact.”

We’re not at school now, thought Louise who wondered where all this was leading. She found her eyes glued to the older woman’s curvaceous form in the pencil-thin dress, her bare long legs, and her pouty red glossy lips.

“Discipline is an established practice I have adopted in my line of work. To be regulated. Directed if you will. From my way of thinking I think we can accommodate you in the agency. It seems to be effective.”

Wintergreen looked down her nose at the nervous blonde with a sardonic grin. As she lectured, she paced the room, her navy stiletto shoes clicking on the hardwood floor.

“Now, I used to be a teacher at a private girl school in Kent. And I did NOT spare the rod. There are three types of discipline. One is preventive. Two, are supportive, and three are corrective. Which do you think I should pick with you?”

“Look, Mrs. Wintergreen. I just came here to have my yearly review. I wasn’t expecting this at all. Maybe I should leave.”

As she spoke, Louise remained rooted to the spot with a new feeling that overwhelmed her. In her young life, she had not had any sexual relations with females, and she was definitely not gay. Just bi-curious. She wondered what the woman had planned and the hesitation was etched on her face. The door slammed shut then and she jumped at the intrusion into her thoughts.

“It appears that you might like the crop. Perhaps I should use it, or maybe something bigger. I can show you ways of pleasure through pain you have never dreamed of.”

Wintergreen passed her and rested the leather tongue of the crop on her upper right thigh. Louise shivered as it wiggled on her bare flesh a moment before it was removed. They were so close that their body heat was felt by the pair of them. Louise began to wilt under the stern and direct eye contact made by the other woman.

“You can?”

Wintergreen raised Louise’s chin and gave her a knowing look.

“Oh, yes. And I know you want to try, am I right? You want, I want.”

“Show…show me then.”

“Are you certain? We can continue or I can stop, it’s your choice. Yes? Then hold up your wrists.”

Louise put her hands together and Wintergreen put the cuffs around her wrists and snapped them shut with an acute click. She tested the metal bracelets by tugging on the chain that joined them. They held tight. Part of Louise felt slightly scared but she could not deny the excitement between her thighs.

“All part of the service.”

Mrs. Wintergreen made Louise face the desk and held her in place with her left hand. As she bent across the desk, her cuffed hands came together as if in prayer and Wintergreen used her right to pull the skimpy underwear down to her ankles. In this pose, Louise revealed a half-moon of bare white thigh and the businesswoman patted her behind with a certain affection as she studied the luscious curves of her bare bum. The skin was white and delicate and was a joyous sight and twin dimples were visible above the rounded cheeks.

“Look at these little panties, what a little slut you are. Stay perfectly still my dear.”

Louise felt the hand replaced with the head of the crop which was swept down the exposed crack between cheeks, past the perineum, and down to the upturned base of her moist slit. She flattened the upper half of her body on the surface of the desk as her pussy was touched from behind.

“You appear to be somewhat aroused. That is a good sign.”

Louise bit her lip and tucked in her elbows as she wiggled her posterior on the probing crop and then let out a shriek when she received the initial crack on her left cheek.

“WOW!”

There came four more staccato strokes delivered in rapid succession, two each on either globe. The crop swished through the air as it relayed its message and the beautifully shaped bottom of the young filly displayed a rosy glow that widened and deepened. Despite the stinging, Louise did not attempt to move from her undignified position and kept her enticing backside raised upward.

“How was that? I know it hurts, but it’s a nice hurt, all warm and tingly, and it was exciting yes?”

Louise gulped. Too exciting! The woman soothed her burning rump and Louise admitted her smarting flesh had a sort of glow. Then she felt a warm palm strike her in a swift, flat arc and bounce back off her delectable derriere.

“OWW!”

She remained in position apart from throwing a few wriggles of her smarting rump which caused her panties to toss around her ankles. Mrs. Wintergreen scrutinised the five-fingered imprint that spread across both buttocks and raised the crop once more. She angled the plump and burning bottom of the girl so that it was higher than her head and directly in line for a prime whacking.

‘Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!’

“Oh, fuck!”

Louise pressed her knees together and arched her back as the crop struck. So fast were the strokes that they seemed to overlap with earlier ones. She bore the brunt of the cracking smacks that rang out loudly and moved her hips in rhythm with the lesson. A flood of wetness betrayed her and Wintergreen ceased her ministrations and put her hand on the sublime curve of the ripe cheeks in front of her and then moved between her legs.

“So very wet, my dear Miss Craven.”

One finger was dipped inside the moist labia and pushed in slowly. Then she brought the same digit to her lips and tasted the sweet nectar.

“Remember what I said? Pleasure through pain. Discipline and correction. You’re coming along splendidly.”

She tapped Louise on the shoulder and she stood up straight, her bum still reeling from the corporal punishment.

“Sometimes the seductress becomes the slave and the submissive the seductress as roles reverse.”

As she spoke Mrs. Wintergreen discarded her top to reveal the navy bra that was evidently for attention-seeking rather than practical purposes. She unbuttoned her dress and pushed it down so that Louise could see her matching lacy blue panties. Just in underwear and stiletto heels, the tall woman cut a striking figure.

“The results are the same, it’s all part of the same fantasy, the same discipline. It’s all about the control.”

The mature disciplinarian leaned back on the desk and kicked out her incredibly long legs. Her bottom settled against the edge and then she crooked a finger for Louise to approach. She complied and went to her knees where her head was level with the woman’s thin panty line.

“Lick my pussy.”

Louise lifted her cuffed hands and pushed the gusset aside and looked on a totally shaven quim, the outer lips puffy and the inner pink visible. Without hesitation, the young blonde darted out with her tongue and swiped at the offered folds. Wintergreen responded with a high pitch sigh as she quivered on her out-planted heels. Louise heard the woman moan as her tongue slowly started to slip in and out of the wet pussy in her face and Wintergreen’s hips wiggled from side to side.

“Better, now give me some more tongue.”

Louise inhaled her sex as she planted kisses on her inner thighs. Her nose bumped gently against the protruding clitoris as the inquisitive blonde flattened her tongue and brought it up from the bottom of the tantalising slit to just below the stiffening clit. The juices that soaked the woman’s quim wet the tongue of Louise in a rewarding way and she eagerly lapped up all that was on offer. Mrs. Wintergreen humped against the nineteen-year-olds face as she was eaten and swept great handfuls of lustrous hair from her brow. Her gorgeous green eyes under narrow brows looked so innocent as she ate pussy.

“Yes, yes, like that.”

Louise stepped up and bobbed on her haunches as she licked up and down in broad strokes, sliding perfectly over the unhooded clit as she reached the pinnacle of the pouting pussy.

“I gotta stand up.”

Louise was feeling her legs ache and also rubbed her body to soothe the blows from the crop.

“Very well.”

Mrs. Wintergreen came behind the quivering girl and pressed her body at her back. Her hands came up and caressed her boobs through her soft long-sleeved top and then dragged it downwards hard and helped the blonde step out of it.

“Let me see those tits.”

Louise proudly thrust out her chest and showed off her breasts. She was in great shape with a slim figure, flat abs, lean legs, and sexy buns. The sensation of another female fondling her tits was a new one and Louise felt her stomach tighten and her nipples stiffen.

The department head felt up their weight in both hands and Louise closed her eyes to focus on the soft touch. A spiral pattern was painted with a fingertip on her left areola pulling away before contact with the nipple. The same was repeated on the right as Wintergreen came around to her front and hugged her tight so that both pairs of tits bumped together.

“Yes, these are your best assets.”

Mrs. Wintergreen unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. The generous swell of her natural breasts were unveiled and Louise observed the hard nipples. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her rump as she bent at the waist and thrust out her backside.

“I so love being naked in female company.”

Louise again had her boobs massaged and kneaded and had the hard nipples tweaked between her finger and thumb. They stumbled backward until one pinned the other to the edge of the desk and her sore rump was set on the cool wood. Her hips thus raised her fair-pubed pussy was displayed perfectly at the juncture of her upper thighs. Then a padded blindfold was produced and slipped over the innocent face of Louise.

“I don’t want you to be able to see what I’m going to do next. It will heighten the senses. Just enjoy the show.”

Louise pursed her lips as a hand widened her thighs and she placed her hands palms down on the top of the desk behind her. Seconds passed but it seemed simply ages before finally contact was made. Wintergreen brought the keeper down right on the sweet spot of her pussy with a backhand blow. Louise screamed and a tiny squirt of fluids spat out of her stirred cunt.

“FUCK!”

“Mmm, that good? Hmm? Feel nice?”

Several more pats came directly on her muff while she squirmed on her butt. Unable to see a thing her imagination ran wild and she turned her head from left to right as she awaited the next move.

“Mm-hmm! Stick that cute little pussy out for me, there’s a dear.”

Louise leaned back and raised her hips as she felt the crop trace out a line from her navel to her pussy opening then she shrieked from the pistol crack smack directly on her clit.

“OH!”

Wintergreen made three more slaps on the exact same spot and Louise came with a silent scream.

“Isn’t that exciting? Let me lick you all up.”

Wintergreen leaned in and reached between her open legs and pushed up inside her slit with her middle finger. Louise felt her knees buckle slightly as she was quickly frigged by the long digit. Her breathing became urgent as she bumped back into the desk edge. The finger was replaced by a tongue that ran around her puffy labia and then into her slit on up to her clit. Louise shivered in response as her tiny rosebud was flicked to stiffness. She sighed with delight as a hot mouth smothered her left nipple and sucked it to stiffness. Then her right nipple received the same treatment and she licked her lips in gratitude.

“Holy shit!”

The tongue left her muff and suddenly Louise reeled from two hefty taps on her hard nipples with the nylon braided cap. Swish, swish, swish. Each nipple changed to rosy peaks as she was given quick raps over and over. Her pussy wept juices and an intriguing trickle ran down her ass crack. Each stroke increased in intensity and Louise gave high-pitched squeals in reply.

“You’re so wet, my dear.”

“Uh, huh!” Mumbled the girl as she turned her head.

She heard a noise to her left and then a finger brushed her pussy.

“Yes, no need for lubrication today.”

Louise felt a stiff object at her entrance and realised it must be a silicone dildo. She bit her lip and held onto the edge of the desk until her knuckles went white She sighed at the initial contact and inhaled deeply as it began to intrude inside her cunt. Then she felt a push and incredibly the entire sex toy was inside her all the way. It remained inserted and neither moved a muscle as Mrs. Wintergreen played a waiting game.

“Here.”

Louise blinked as the blindfold was lifted and she looked into the grinning eyes of the talent agent. She lowered her gaze and made gaping motions with her mouth as she saw the strap-on toy sticking in her pussy. It was attached by straps to the woman’s waist and hips. She watched the woman pull back out to within an inch before gasping as the eight-inch dildo thrust all the way up inside her again.

“Fuck this little slut! Let the slut take it all.”

A hand reached out and held Louise by the shoulder as the silicone toy drove in and out. Louise was giddy with pleasure as she began to move in unison with the dildo, each entry thrust being met with a satisfied whimper. Her tits were caressed as she was fucked and her head snapped back as the strokes became more animated.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried as she fast approached her second orgasm.

Mrs. Wintergreen sped up her gyrations with eyes half shut as she fucked the shit out of a delirious young girl. Their wet mounds met and their sodden pubic hair appeared somewhat darkened from their combined juices. Each slap of their loins brought them nearer and nearer to orgasm. Wintergreen’s big tits jiggled from her pounding as the dildo kept on driving in and out.

“Are you close? Are you?”

“Yep!”

Wintergreen brought her arms under the other’s thighs and lifted her bottom clear up from the desk. Louise was surprised by the woman’s strength as she was pulled back over and over onto the eight-inch dildo. The relentless slap, slap, slap of their perspiring bodies on each other reverberated around the office. Louise began to rub her clit with the flat of her fingers as her hips were pulled up harder with each stroke of the false cock.

“Fuck you, gonna fuck you, fuck, fuck, fucking bitch with your big fucking tits, You want me to work for you? You fucking work for me, blond bitch with your big green eyes. Well, take this!”

Louise was tilted up even further so that the dildo was inside her cunt every inch of the way. Wintergreen’s butt was a blur as her upper thighs smacked against the backs of the girl in one final big bang. Louise put more pressure on her clit and then she was coming with a hearty yell.

“Oh, YES!”

“Oh yes? You came, cunt? Fucking cunt!”

The mature female felt her own explosion in her pussy as she let the dildo slip out of the juicy quim and stuffed three fingers up her own. She jammed them in and savoured the welcome contractions.

“Fuck, I needed that. Well, Miss Craven. If you would like to retain your position I’ll agree to new terms.”

Mrs. Wintergreen walked naked around to the back of her desk, her peach of a butt rolling from left to right as her high heels clacked on the floor. She reached into her toy drawer and fished out a blue silicone anal plug which she waved in the air with a wink. Good gravy! Thought Louise as she picked up her things and left in a hurry.

x

After three months as a fully employed secretary, Louise Craven could have kicked herself for finding herself being summoned before Mrs. Wintergreen once more. The young secretary had passed her annual probation despite one or two hiccups along the way. The Head of the Department had seen fit to ‘chastise’ the nineteen-year-old in her unique way. When the strict HoD had been sufficiently satisfied that Louise had been ‘corrected’ things went on as normal. Mrs. Wintergreen took pride in how she cared for all matters relating to the office staff. All feared having to visit her office.

Louise duly reported on the dot of eleven and sat in the outer office in silence. She has chosen to wear a prim and proper navy blue pleated skirt with a crisp white blouse. Although, as was her wont, the skirt barely reached mid-thigh and the blouse stretched tight across her bosom. Her well-shaped legs were bare and she wore her strappy sandals with the three-inch heels. A buzzer sounded and Louise entered the main office.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wintergreen,” said Louise in a low voice.

The stern-looking auburn-haired woman looked over the top of her eyeglasses at the blonde and shuffled some reports on her big mahogany desk. Louise twiddled with a long strand of her hair and looked distressed as she stood on the spot across from the middle-aged woman.

“So, here we are again young lady.”

“It would seem so.”

Louise tried to answer without her voice cracking but failed.

“I’m very disappointed.”

Louise shuffled in her heels as she bit her lip.

“Although…”

Wintergreen looked Louise up and down and brought her glasses lower on the bridge of her nose to scrutinise the girl’s attire.

“Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Craven?”

“Yes.”

“And yet it has come to my attention that you and thing…” Wintergreen studied her notes. “Mister Edwards and you have been fraternising on these premises.”

Mrs. Wintergreen removed her spectacles and sat back in her plush seat.

“I can explain…”

“No need. It matters not the circumstances, but the fact, that you are in my office for the second time in three months. To my recollection, this is the first instance this has happened.”

“I can only apologise, Mrs. Wintergreen. We were just fooling around.”

“IN MY TIME!”

Wintergreen lifted her right hand from beneath her desk and brought her favourite riding crop down on the mahogany hard. Louise jumped and inhaled deeply through her gaping mouth.

“You have two choices here, young miss. Either leave or take the corporal punishment.”

Fuck! What was it with this pervert? Caning and spanking? What was wrong with a written warning?

“Oh, what the hell, I’ll take the crop.”

A wry smile came over the older lady and she stood to her full six feet and moved around the desk to the vivacious blonde.

“Bend over the desk then and put your hands on the far side.”

Louise obeyed without a word lowered herself across the wooden surface and stretched her arms out to the far edge. As her head went low her body moved forward and her cute posterior arched up into the air. Her short skirt rose up the back of her adorable bare thighs and up to the lower curve of her backside. She looked nervously over her shoulder to her right and saw the lady staring at her toned legs, whose gaze went from the arched calves to the bottom of her bum.

“Miss Craven. Hands on the far edge please, and make sure your thighs touch the edge.”

Louise felt her heart beat faster as she waited nervously for the first strike. She felt the tension in the air and then with no warning, she was struck with the first smack to her vulnerable ass.

“Ouch!” Cried the blonde.

Louise went stiff-legged and she shut her eyes in throbbing pain. She felt a hard smack on her right buttock, and then the left. In the space of a few seconds, more cracks followed as the rapier thin crop came down on her rump, leaving thin stripes spread across her twin cheeks.

Mrs. Wintergreen paused in mid-strike and for a second she looked over to the window to see a pigeon perch on the windowsill and seemingly watch proceedings.

x

Ten years earlier.

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Including social etiquette, business etiquette, protocol, and culture;

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Marian Wintergreen had registered as an eager thirty-year-old ex-private tutor for wealthy parents’ girls in the County of Kent. The money was adequate but when she was alerted to the Minding Manners finishing school for girls aged eighteen to nineteen, she applied for a position immediately.

x

A bell sounded and eighteen-year-old Flossie Buchanan entered the office of the Mistress. The feisty girl had broken protocol for the third detention in a week and was summoned before Mrs. Wintergreen once more. Still clad in her uniform of a dark blue pleated kilt and a white blouse, Flossie stood stock still in front of the large mahogany desk. The kilt she wore barely reached mid-thigh and the blouse stretched tight across her heavy bosom. Her long well-shaped legs had white knee-high socks that showed off her sexy thighs.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wintergreen.” Said she in a low voice.

The stern-looking auburn-haired woman looked over the top of her eyeglasses at the blonde and shuffled some school reports on her desk. Flossie twiddled with a long strand of her hair looked bored and shook her hips to and fro as she hopped from one foot to the other. She looked up to see a curious pigeon perching on the windowsill.

“So, here we are again young lady.”

“Guess so,” Flossie answered in her best sweet sweet-sounding innocent voice.

“Late for class, skipping class, incorrect uniform. That kind of thing. I’m very disappointed.”

Flossie knew it was pointless trying to explain the other girls had given her incorrect class times and wrong locations to catch her out. The bitches!

“You know what three demerits in a week mean?”

“Uh, uhh.” Flossie shook her head slowly.

“It’s serious trouble, possible suspension even. Unless…”

“Madam?”

“Unless you agree to take the corporal punishment.”

“Say what? A beating? I’m eighteen, and this is 2013, not 1913!”

Wintergreen lifted her right hand from beneath the desk and brought her favourite riding crop down hard on the mahogany.

“You do NOT raise your voice to me, young lady! You may be at the age of consent but your parents pay ten grand a term for your tutoring. And I believe they should get their money’s worth.”

Wintergreen’s eyes blazed and her nostrils flared. The sadistic lady was now in her element. As a youngster, her parents had believed in hard discipline and the rule of the crop. Something that Marian had embraced as an adult without shame or remorse.

“Oh, what the hell, I’ll take the caning.”

A wry smile came over the older lady and she stood to her full six feet and moved around the desk to the shorter vivacious beauty.

“Splendid. Bend over the desk then and put your hands on the far side.”

Flossie obeyed without a word and lowered herself across the wooden surface and stretched her arms out to the far edge. As her head went low her body moved forward and her bewitching posterior arched up into the air. Her short kilt rose up the back of her adorable bare thighs and up to the lower curve of her backside. She looked over her shoulder nervously to her right and saw the lady staring at her long-toned legs, whose gaze went from the well-shaped calves in the socks to the bottom of her bum. Flossie went wide-eyed as she saw Wintergreen rub her crotch under the tweed skirt vigorously.

“Miss Buchanan, hands on the far edge please, and make sure your thighs touch the edge.”

Flossie felt her heart beat fast as she waited for the first strike, she felt the tension in the air, and then with no warning she was struck with the first smack to her vulnerable ass.

“Ouch!” Cried the blonde.

She went stiff and shut her eyes in throbbing pain. She felt a hard smack on her right buttock, then the left. In the space of a few seconds, more slaps followed as the crop came down on her rump, leaving thin stripes across her twin cheeks.

Then Flossie felt one hand rest at the top of her bum. She felt her buttocks kneaded and squeezed and suddenly came the realisation her pussy was quite wet in her tight navy blue panties! Then her kilt was lifted up and laid over her lower back.

“Er, Mrs. Wintergreen?”

“What’s this, you naughty girl! Are you aroused by this?”

A hand slipped all the way up the inside of her soft thigh and wandered over the panties up to her pubic mound. Then Flossie had her underwear yanked down over the perfect curves of her enticing bottom to her knees and a trickle of fluid appeared between the smooth pussy lips of the blonde stunner. Automatically she brought her right hand back but it was slapped away.

“Keep those hands up there! Look at this!”

Mrs. Wintergreen dipped the middle finger of her hand inside the moist quim of Flossie and examined the dribble.

“Disgusting, this is supposed to be punishment girl!”

Yeah right, thought the blonde. I bet you are just as wet, you fucking pervert.

“This means I have no option but to use my cane.”

She went out of sight to a closet and returned with three canes and laid them on the desk alongside the resting blonde who gulped loudly.

“I think Number One will suffice.”

The woman picked up a beast of a cane, made of willow and well over a yard long and fairly thick. Flossie heard a whooshing sound as the cane was tested through the air. She felt it laid gently onto her offered hindquarters then heard it raised up and down hard.

“EEK!” She exclaimed as the searing pain hit her.

A thick red line appeared on her lovely white skin and it was joined by another as she was struck again. Now a narrow double red stripe showed against the soft flesh, straight and true across both cheeks. Mrs. Wintergreen looked on with pride at her work as Flossie trembled slightly and tensed her buttocks. She stood on tiptoes in her gym shoes and put her head down as far as she could, her ass way up in the air.

THWACK!

“OWWW!”

THWACK!

“WHOAARRR!”

Flossie felt her bum flame up and she gritted her teeth as her buttocks took on a crimson colour. The sadistic woman leaned forward to savour the moment and to study the glorious damp pussy of the young blonde. You wicked bitch, thought Flossie as she became aware of her panties being tugged off over her feet leaving her naked from the waist down.

“Spread your legs apart a little more, Miss Buchanan.”

“Oh Fuck!”

Two more whacks of the cane came almost together and the once peachy flesh of the wonderful posterior of the quivering girl began to swell slightly in response to the impact. The tutor looked at the puffy bald labia beneath the flaming cheeks and rubbed her thighs together in bliss under her tweed skirt.

“Very well, we will leave it at that. You may be excused.”

Flossie felt her breath hiss from her lips as she stood up gingerly and straightened her clothing. Her ass burned, her pussy ached and even her tits hurt from being mashed against the top of the desk. She bent to retrieve her panties and picked them up and raised her right leg in order to put them back on.

“NO! Bring them here.”

Surprised she handed the damp underwear over to the smug-looking woman who sat back at her desk.

“LEAVE!”

Flossie turned to go, naked under her kilt. As she did so she stole a glance over her shoulder to see her panties being given a long and hard sniff by her torturer.

“Gross!”

x

Louise Craven let out another yelp as Wintergreen held up her riding crop and brought the stinger down to the bare target of her twitching derriere. The older woman placed he hand on the reddened cheek she had just made and caressed it warmly.

“How was that, you naughty girl?”

“Well for starters…OOH!”

Louise winced as the crop came down across her pink-hued bare bum and she kicked and struggled to no avail as Wintergreen held her steady. The crop swished and came directly onto the poor bottom of the secretary and she developed a rosy glow on both cheeks. Then again she was lovingly caressed by the sadist who fondled her scorching tushy with a soothing hand. Despite herself, Louise felt warm and tingly between her upper thighs and wiggled her bum.

“Splendid. Are you as excited as I, Mister Edwards?”

Louise looked up in surprise to see the thirty-year-old Kenny Edwards standing behind her.

“How long has he been here!”

“Shush! You are to speak only if I permit you. Is that understood?”

Wintergreen swished the crop to emphasise the point. Kenny had stepped back and Louise saw that he had unfastened his trousers to allow his erect cock to spring free.

“Face Mister Edwards.”

Louise turned as the man stroked his stiff prick. Behind her, Wintergreen tugged at her own blouse and untucked it from her skirt. In an instant, she had shrugged the shirt off and unzipped the skirt so it fell to her high heel shoes. She came behind Louise in just her bra and knickers and caressed the younger girl’s breasts

“These feel very nice.”

Wintergreen held one full breast and squeezed as she pressed her body forward into the younger woman. Then Louise gasped as a hand cupped her wet cunt and a slender digit was inserted into her sensitive slit. Louise turned her head slightly as she felt hot breath on her neck, and then she thrust her hips back at her tormentor.

“What are you doing?” hissed the aroused blonde.

Mrs. Wintergreen wrapped an arm around her trim waist and worked her finger in and out of the girl.

“Do you like watching me frig Miss Craven, Mister Edwards? I see you have a stiff problem there.”

The man took in the taunted blonde he had recently flirted with in the office and wanked his boner. He watched both women as he sat his bare ass in the chair behind the desk.

“Here. Do you want to flirt during office hours? Be my guest.”

Louise was steered to him and was unceremoniously spun around so she faced away from him. Wintergreen lowered her top half with her hand on Louise’s head so that she was leaning forwards with her arms resting on the desk. The stunning blonde breathed faster with steady inhalations, very aware that Kenny had an eye to pussy view behind her.

Then she felt his throbbing cock as he swiped it up and down her wet slit. She desperately wanted to sink back against him and devour his knob up her aching cunt.

“Touch your toes, Miss Craven.”

Huh! Now what? Louise slowly but surely lowered her hands and touched the carpet beneath her shoes. She felt the blood pound through her head as Kenny gazed into the inviting twat in front of his face. He ran his hands over the part scarlet cheeks and held his rock-hard cock at her very damp entrance and then slid on in. He went in as far as he could go and felt her inner walls grip his pulsing member.

SLAP!

Oh fuck, here we go again thought Louise as he smacked her cherry cheeks with his flattened palm. Edwards watched her hips shift and moved his own with hers.

SLAP! SLAP!

Every slap made her moan and her tits bounced under her bent form. Her juices oozed out over his shaft as he pushed up into her tightness and he groaned as she milked his organ with her pussy muscles. Mrs. Wintergreen watched enthralled as she fingered her own twat by their side.

“Fuck the slut hard, Edwards.”

The man was still inside Louise as he reached and held her up so she was impaled on his pole. He gripped her by the waist and bounced her up and down as if she was his personal sex toy. He thrust up hard repeatedly and enjoyed her hot body as it slammed onto his groin. Louise cried out loudly and her hands held onto the desk for leverage as her cunt was speared by the man’s fat girth. Then he reached around and rubbed her lips as he fucked her and she screamed out as her orgasm came over her in a wave of sheer pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Edwards slammed into her harder and harder and smacked her on the bottom with both hands several times. Then he rose from the chair and held the quaking girl down by her head and rammed his strong body at her with brutal force. He dug his toes into the thick carpet for leverage so that she was totally filled by his meat. The insistent slapping of his groin into her rear end made Wintergreen frig herself to climax. Louise gasped with surprise as she came once more.

Two orgasms in one minute!

Edwards looked over at the older woman who salivated at the amazing sight on her desk. She moved quickly as he slipped out of Louise and held his cock up so great spurts of cum burst from his twitching prick onto the ass of the bent-over girl. Wintergreen eagerly lapped up the mixture of sperm, cunt juice, and sweat from the swollen hot bod of the blonde.

“And the punishment is served. If I hear word of you two cavorting on the premises again it will result in instant dismissal. You are both excused.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Wintergreen,” said a sheepish-looking Kenny.

“Thank you, Mrs. Wintergreen,” said a sheepish-looking Louise.

The smug HoD sat back bare-assed in her chair, playing with her riding crop and idly licking her sticky lips.

END