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Shaving Elizabeth

Coach Jorgenson sent Elizabeth to Headmaster Michael and now she stood before him, a pretty little thing, not like a girl who would be in such trouble. Another “scholarship” girl, Elizabeth was bright and streetwise, but hadn't been doing well academically. This was her last chance at college. Her mother had passed away over ten years before, her father attempted to raise her, but had his difficulties with her. He was in the military, a General, where soldiers followed his orders without question. With Elizabeth, it had always been the opposite. He had been brought up with the classic old style of discipline. When her mother was alive, she took care of Elizabeth's punishments. When she passed away, the job had fallen to him and he did it the way he had been raised. Elizabeth suffered spankings at an early age, increasingly more severe as time passed. When she was younger, it had been over her clothes, but as the years went by things changed. Elizabeth found herself over her father's lap, skirt pulled up to be spanked on her panties. The spankings progressed until finally she was smacked on her bare ass by her father.

She hadn't thought anything wrong with it, he was The General after all, and her father and he had that right.

She stood before Headmaster Michael because she had been caught fighting with another girl in the gym. She was from one of the wealthiest southern families, a powerful family, her father a United States Senator. As the “scholarship girl,” Elizabeth would have naturally received the blame, but it was probably the black eye the other girl suffered before the coach pulled her off the other girl that really did it.

Michael sized her up, a bit of a tomboy, but still all female. She had light brown hair that she kept short, green eyes that seemed to see through you, a small nose and a smile that kept you wondering what she knew that you didn't. He could just barely make out her breasts beneath the blazer, a slim waist, very athletic. He had once stood behind her in the hall and determined she had the cutest ass in the school, her hips swayed sensuously as she walked without any effort on her part, her pert cheeks pushed out her skirt in the back and topped with a pair of tanned, muscular legs.

Elizabeth watched the Headmaster stare, his eyes moved up and down her body, and he spoke not a word. She grew a bit self-conscious; his was the look not of an administrator, but more of a man checking her out. She fidgeted with his silence. She'd heard the rumors that raced through the school. The Headmaster was a stern disciplinarian, and some girls already had the marks to prove it. There were also the other rumors, rumors that, besides being disciplined, Headmaster Michael had also touched them sexually. She looked at him, handsome in an older man type of way, big hands like her father's. While she had been punished by her father, what she'd heard of Headmaster Michael was far more severe, a fate she hoped not to share with the others.

Elizabeth was still a virgin, boys didn't really interest her. She'd traveled a lot with the army, never really putting down roots. She always had trouble meeting new people her own age, and in fact, older men she'd met at parties her father had thrown as a General where Elizabeth acted as his hostess always seemed interested in her. They always eyed her, especially as she became older and her figure filled out. In the last few of years, some of them became bold-usually those of higher rank than her father-they would hug her, hold her tightly against them for long periods of time, Elizabeth felt their hard cocks pressed up against her, or behind her, into her tight ass.

Hands would “slip” from her waist to brush across her ass, always complimenting her on what a beauty she was, what a lovely figure she had, how sexy she had become. She even began to believe them, sought out older men, flirted with them, not stopping them if their hands began to roam. One night she even found herself out on the patio, a congressman's hands in her panties as he pressed up against her from behind, his cock jutted into her ass, masturbated her as she stood there with her legs parted until she came. She liked that, older men paid so much attention to her, no strings attached, expected nothing, just the moment. They were not like boys, they knew exactly what they wanted and they knew how to play her body, not just for their satisfaction, but to please her. She liked powerful, strong men, even if they were older. Maybe it was because they were so much like her father.

"What am I to do with you, Elizabeth? Have you seen Delyssa's eye? It's turning black. What do you think her father is going to say if he finds out?"

She knew she shouldn't have done it, but the bitch was so stuck up, thought she was so much better than everyone else, especially Elizabeth. All of a sudden she had just punched her, knocked her down. Coach Jorgenson raced over and separated them or rather, just stopped Elizabeth from kicking her ass. “I'm sorry, Sir,” used to the title, always having called the General, Sir, not dad or father.

"I'm going to have to expel you, Elizabeth. The Senator's friend is Doctor Lenox, a distinguished board member of Hollister School for Girls. He has already called me twice today; I have been putting him off until I could talk to you. I can't defend your behavior.” Michael looked at her as she fidgeted before his desk.

"Please, don't expel me, my father would kill me. He threatened to disown me if I didn't do well here. Please Sir, my mother died a long time ago, my father raised me. It would be devastating to him.” She gave him a sad look, one of her looks she learned to use on older men.

"Your father is a General, isn't he, Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Sir, he is."

"You would think he would have disciplined you better. Haven't you ever been spanked before?"

"Yes Sir, all the time. The General believed in punishment, severe punishment. I was spanked all the way up into high school."

"Surprising, then, that you act this way. What did he do, lightly tap you?"

"No Sir, he would use his big hand on my butt. It hurt when he finished."

"How much could it hurt spanking you through your skirt and underwear?"

"No Sir, he would put me over his lap and pull my panties down and spank my bare butt."

Interesting He also noticed that she tried to play him. Did the little girl play older men? “You didn't seem to learn very well from the spankings."

Where was he going with this conversation; was he priming her to punish her like the other girls? She had heard from the rumors flying around that he liked corporal punishment, much more severe than she was use to. Is that what he wanted? “You could punish me, Sir. Like the General does.” She waited, tried to determine his thoughts from his expression. He looked up at her, his eyes brightened as if he just had a revelation.

Maybe there was another way out of this. Doctor Lenox wanted a girl. He wanted to shave her, shave her pussy bald. And, maybe play with her a bit, or make her play with him. Maybe a trade could be devised. “Would you submit to being punished if I did not expel you?"

Her eyes lit up, “Yes, Sir” she said instantly, not even caring what the punishment might be.

"Don't answer so quickly. There are certain conditions to the punishment."

"I don't care, Sir. You can do anything, anything to keep me from being expelled and disappointing the General."

"That is one of the conditions, it wouldn't be me doing the punishing; it would be Doctor Lenox.

I think that is the only way I could get him to convince the Senator not to have you expelled. He is very persuasive if he has a reason to be so. You would have to give him that reason."

This was different. Doctor Lenox was about 65, a real lecher. If that was the only way, though, she would have to do it. “I agree to let Doctor Lenox punish me."

"There's more, Elizabeth. He has an unusual request. It is not a spanking he wants to administer."

Uh oh, here it comes. What does the dirty old man want? “Then what, Sir?"

"He wants to shave a young lady like you"

"Shave? I don't have hair on my face, why does he want to shave me?” Then it dawned on her.

“You mean ... down there?"

"Yes exactly, Elizabeth. You still have pubic hair don't you?"

The only way he could shave her down there was if she was naked in front of him. And she would have to spread her legs for him, let him see her sex. And it wouldn't be for a few seconds, it would be long minutes while he shaved her down there. And, she was sure he would be touching her down there. Could she really let him do that to her? No boy except the General had ever seen her naked below her waist. She answered his question with a nod.

"Would you be there, Sir?” She wasn't sure why, but she knew she would feel better if, it wasn't him doing it, at least if he would be there.

"No, you would be alone with Doctor Lenox, though I would probably look in and see the results,” smiling as he told her. He would love to see her pussy shaved like a baby.

"And that would be it, Sir? Nothing else besides shave me?"

"I'm afraid not, Elizabeth. It would be up to Doctor Lenox as to what your punishment would be.

Shaving would be part of it, but he would decide if you would have to submit any further."

"Submit, Sir?"

"Yes, you would have to willingly submit to him."

This went farther than she had thought it would. First, being shaved, then she would have to submit-she was not sure what he meant, but it sounded ominous, especially for a virgin. “I don't know, Sir. I don't know if I could do that."

"I understand, Elizabeth. It's a difficult decision for a young girl like you. I understand if you decline. You can go back to your room and pack up your things. I'll have my secretary call the General and make arrangements for him to pick you up tonight."

Things moved way too fast. He talked about her leaving this instant. “Can't I think about it this weekend and give you a decision on Monday?” she played for some time.

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I would be more than willing to give you the time, but I put Doctor Lenox off all afternoon. I can't leave him hanging all weekend. It's Friday night. You must make your decision now. If you agree to submit, I will send for Doctor Lenox. He will be here in an hour, which gives you time to freshen up and take a shower. I'm sure that you will want to be clean and fresh for him. I won't kid you, Elizabeth. It will not be over in an hour. Doctor Lenox will look to exact his punishment from you. Punishment can be in many forms, not only physical, but also psychological. Humiliation is an excellent form of punishment. Submitting to let Doctor Lenox shave your pubic area is going to be very humiliating; he will make sure that it is. I'm sure that he will place your body in some very revealing and degrading positions and take his time. If you agree, you must remember to keep your composure and submit to all his requests. You do not want to anger him, otherwise the deal will be off and you will have submitted for nothing. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

She hadn't thought of it that way. He would see her body naked, something no one else had seen.

And he would do it to punish her, to humiliate her, to degrade her. Would she be able to submit to all of it? Her foot tapped on the floor, her mind raced as she tried to decide. If she could only think about it, maybe find another way out. She looked up, Headmaster Michael waited for an answer.

"Well, Elizabeth, who should I call, Doctor Lenox or the General?” He wanted her to decide quickly, decide without too much thought. It would be better that way, especially with Doctor Lenox coming in an hour, no time to change her mind.

"Doctor Lenox."

"Are you sure, Elizabeth? I want to make sure you make the right decision. Don't feel pressured into doing this.” He could already imagine her, her legs spread wide, her pussy as bare as a baby's, her lips parted, her pussy open for his gaze. Then there would be her anus; Doctor Lenox would never forget to trim the hair back around her tiny wrinkled opening. He would remind him of it, if he did. It wouldn't be hard to convince the Senator to let Doctor Lenox do this to Elizabeth. After all, it would be almost as if he was there, he would get the first copy of the tape, the tape showing Elizabeth submitting to spread her legs and have her pussy shaved. And anything else Doctor Lenox would decide to do to pretty Elizabeth.

"Yes, Sir, I'm sure. I appreciate you looking out for my interests, Sir. You did say you would look in on me, Sir? Make sure I'm OK, while Doctor Lenox is with me?"

"Why of course I will, Elizabeth. I hope it doesn't embarrass you. After all, you will probably be naked with your legs spread."

She hadn't thought of that, or maybe she had but tried to put it out of her mind. It sounded so obscene when it was spoken out loud. She tried to put the mental image out of her mind. “No, I want you to,” sounded different than what she meant. She wanted him to look in on her, not see her naked sex.

"Let me call Doctor Lenox now and see if I can convince him. I want you here to agree to everything. If I say something, nod your head yes. If you nod no, I will tell him you don't agree and I will call the General to pick you up. Is that agreeable, Elizabeth?"

It was back to either agree or get expelled and have the General find out, neither one a very good choice, but the General finding out the worst. At least with this it will be over today, with the General it would just begin. “Yes Sir."

Michael picked up the phone and called Doctor Lenox. He knew that he would jump at the chance without any encouragement, knowing that the whole session would be filmed. It was not that the Senator really cared that much, his daughter was such a pain in the ass. The call was mainly to get Elizabeth primed as to what would happen to her. And he would enjoy the look on her face, the humiliation as he repeated out loud everything that would be done to her lovely body by Doctor Lenox.

"Sorry I took so long to get back to you, Doctor Lenox. Yes, an unfortunate incident. Yes, I thought about expelling the student. Her name is Elizabeth, a very lovely young girl,” a smile to Elizabeth as she stood before him and listened to the one-sided conversation so intently, without knowing that Doctor Lenox barely spoke, Michael handled both sides of the conversation. “I agree, Doctor, something must be done. It requires very severe punishment. But I thought of an alternative to expelling her, a punishment that would be more suitable to the crime. Remember your desire to shave a young lady's pussy,” another smile as he used that word loud enough for Elizabeth to hear and to cringe when he said it. “What if Elizabeth submitted to it as punishment, Doctor? Yes, I know that it is not very severe, Doctor, but that wouldn't be all of the punishment,” Elizabeth received a look that appeared as though he really tried to help her.

“Would you be able to use the chair in the punishment room? Michael put his hand over the telephone, “we have an antique chair in the other room. It was used in olden days for maidens. It has stirrups on the armrest where their legs would be placed, spread wide and a basin underneath them, used for washing or shaving females while they were spread. He wants to put you in it.

Your legs would be strapped in, but not your hands. Should I say no and call the General?"

It sounded worse then any mental image she had conjured up, but the mere mention of the General's name was all she needed, a nod of no, a whispered, “no, I will agree,” already she resented her decision.

"OK, Doctor. You also want to shave around her anus?” another look at Elizabeth, the distress showed clearly in her face, the thought of his fingers on her anus as his looked at it frightened her.

She again nodded her acquiescence.

"Yes, Doctor, she has already agreed to strip for you,” then whispered to her, “you did, didn't you? After all, you have to be naked in the chair."

She turned red, nodded her head yes. She was already humiliated and it was only a phone call.

"Yes, Doctor, she has agreed to submit to you. Yes, you may punish her also. I don't know, what would you like to do to her? Yes, I think spanking her would be suitable punishment,” watching Elizabeth's eyes. “She would already be naked, so it would be on her naked skin."

"Spank her pussy? I don't know that sounds rather severe, don't you think?” He made a gesturing motion to Elizabeth, her eyes wide open in fear at the thought of her sex being spanked. “I know I said she should have a severe punishment, Doctor.” He put his hand over the receiver, again.

“Sorry Elizabeth, I don't know what to say, I did say severe. What do you think?"

Once the General found out she had been expelled, her life would be a living hell, a nod, agreeing again.

"Yes Doctor, she agrees. Yes, humiliation is a very severe punishment, also. Yes, you would have her naked and spread to shave her pussy and anus. That is very humiliating already. Yes Doctor, that is also very humiliating for a young girl. Yes Doctor, forcing her to do that would be humiliating,” Elizabeth's eyes questioned him to find out what they were talking about.

"What?” Elizabeth whispered, needing to know.

Michael ignored her for a few minutes more, made her suffer the painful wait. “I'm sure that she has done it before, but it would be very different if you did it. Yes, there are things you could use to do it with. Yes, I have some here I could give you."

He put his hand over the telephone again, a pause before he spoke, as if he hated to even tell her.

“I think you should decline. I'll call the General and you can go home. I think he is going too far, you have to decide somewhere along the way that it is going over the line."

"What, what?” she begged.

"He wants to masturbate you and make you cum while he has you in the chair. And, he wants me to give him some toys to do it."

"Toys, what kind of toys?” the thought of a dirty old man, his hands all over her body and making her cum disgusted her.

"Vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps, anal probes, you know the usual things,” he matter-of-factly said. She had used vibrators before, but the thought of nipple clamps and anal probes frightened her. She took a deep breath. You've gone this far, he already has you naked and shaved. “OK."

"Are you sure?” Michael gave her a look, as if he was surprised, full well knowing that she would submit, the thought of the disappointment on the General's face a fate worse than death.

"Yes."

"Yes, Doctor that would be fine. What? I think that is going too far, Doctor. I realize that you are not getting anything out of it. But that, I don't think she has ever done that before. Yes, that would make it an excellent punishment, but it is so degrading. Yes I realize the state you will be in. Yes, it would be her fault. Yes, she would be taking care of what she caused. I think it has gone too far, but she is standing here, so I will ask her, but I will advise her not to. Hold on while I put it to her."

"Now what?” She exclaimed, hearing only one side of the conversation, not wanting to hear the other side.

"Well I think you should say no and go home to the General,” giving her the out he knew she would not take first. “I think that he is taking advantage of a lovely young girl and you should not submit to it."

"What, what does he want now?” God, wouldn't this ever be over? The decisions were bad enough, what would performing them be like?

"I'm not even sure how to say it to a nice girl like you."

"What?” Elizabeth grew impatient.

"He says that shaving you and spanking your pussy will make him sexually aroused and that it would be entirely your fault. It's kind of a mixed logic, yes, if you didn't get into trouble, then he wouldn't be able to punish you, then he wouldn't be sexually aroused."

"What does he want to do, fuck me?” She blurted it out.

"Shh, don't let him hear you. Calm down, Elizabeth. Don't yell at me, I'm advising you against this whole thing. If you could control your emotions, you wouldn't be in this fix. If you don't want my help, fine, I'll tell the Doctor no and you can go home to the General. And watch your language young lady, it's not proper."

"I'm sorry, Headmaster Michael,” noting his anger. She couldn't help it. She should have just said yes. She didn't need to hear all the details ahead of time. It made this much worse. And the Headmaster was worried about her using the word fuck when he is arranging her to be stripped naked, shaved and pussy spanked. “What does he want me to do?” answering calmly. Take a deep breath.

"He wants you to perform fellatio on him and swallow.” Michael waited, enjoying the look of disbelief on her face.

Elizabeth took another deep breath. God, he wants me to suck his cock. Not only that, but he wants to cum in my mouth and have me swallow it. “Tell him, yes,” she said calmly, glad it was over. “I'm going to take a shower. I'll be back in an hour. You'll be here when I get back, won't you?” Her eyes pleaded with him, she did not want to start off with the Doctor alone.

He whispered to her, his hand on the phone, “of course, as long as I can stay without making the Doctor nervous,” returning to the Doctor on the line as Elizabeth left the room, her sexy ass made Michael's cock hard.

Michael laughed into the phone, “she'll do anything you ask. She agreed to all that I said, just threaten her a little, mention sending for the General and she will obey like a puppy. Yes, you can have her all night, though I might stop in every once in a while. I think it will really humiliate her if I'm there, especially if you are masturbating her, or when she cums or when she is sucking your cock. She'll be here in an hour, see you then."

Elizabeth hurried back to her room, quickly stripped off her clothes and jumped into the shower.

The hot water ran down her naked body, hoped the shower would sooth some of the uneasiness about meeting Doctor Lenox in less than an hour. She thought about Headmaster Michael, different from what she thought he would be. With the rumors of him punishing some of the girls, he seemed to want to avoid that with her, often telling her not to submit to Doctor Lenox.

And he was handsome, even though he was older. But he seemed to know her so well already, she somehow felt safe with him. She realized that he would probably see her naked tonight, even maybe while she was engaged in some degrading acts that Doctor Lenox would force her to perform. She would feel embarrassed by them, especially performing them in front of him, but it also seemed to excite her that he would watch her. She wasn't sure why. She let her hand slip down between her legs, one finger in her slit, the warm water hit her pink lips. She looked at the clock on the wall, only twenty minutes left. She turned off the water, toweled herself off quickly, caught a final glimpse of her bush-the next time she was in her room, her pubes would be bare.

She tried to imagine how that would feel.

She dressed quickly in a short skirt that hung low on her hips and a tee shirt that left her midriff bare, her stomach flat from an exorbitant amount of sit-ups. Her bra and panties were a pale blue, no thong tonight; she would be naked soon enough. She looked good. Why not tease them a bit?

Especially, Headmaster Michael.

Michael heard the knock on the door, Doctor Lenox already in the “punishment room” would make this arrival Elizabeth's. He had wondered if she would show up, always a chance, though small, that she might change her mind. She was an interesting girl, different from some of the others. He wondered how she would do tonight in submitting to Doctor Lenox. “Come in.” He was a little taken aback by her dress; this was not the tomboy schoolgirl who had been in his office only an hour ago. This young lady had dressed to show off her body and had done it well.

Elizabeth smiled when she saw Headmaster Michael's expression as he gazed at her body when she entered the room. Hell, pretty soon he would probably walk in and find and her naked and spread open, this was nothing. He seemed to be unable to say anything; only able to stare.

"You look very sexy, Elizabeth."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm ready for my punishment."

"This way,” they walked towards the punishment room, Elizabeth in front of him, his eyes glued to her ass as it swayed in front of him.

Elizabeth was surprised by the big room, the mirrors on one wall, the ominous furniture covered with thick blankets. But what caught her eye was the chair. It was a heavy wooden chair, the wood stained from ages of use, the legs and arm rests thick beams of rough hewn wood. The seat was only a tiny slat at the back of the chair; the rest of it held a black iron bowl embedded in the seat. The most imposing part of the chair was the twin black iron stirrups that shot out from the armrests toward the ceiling, weathered brown leather straps hung from the edge to secure the current victim's legs. Cranks turned the adjustment screws, the stirrups able to move in all four directions, but most importantly, able to rise up. She caught a glimpse of someone else in the room, Doctor Lenox.

"So you are Elizabeth."

"Yes, Sir.” A man in his sixties, his hair a salt and pepper, but mostly gray. He had a pretty good build for someone his age, about five feet, ten inches. No one she would be attracted to, a Headmaster Michael he was not.

"Did you learn your manners from the General?"

"Yes, Sir. He was very strict; I was raised in a military life.” He seemed to know a lot about her, Headmaster Michael must have told him.

"I hope he taught you to obey well. I wouldn't want to have to call the General to come and get you. I'm not going to have to do that, am I Elizabeth?"

"No Sir. I will obey. I don't want the General to find out.” She knew that life would be hell if the General found out she had been expelled for fighting.

Doctor Lenox looked at Michael, “thank you Headmaster. Elizabeth and I will be fine. You may stop in later to check to make sure that she is still obeying.” He dismissed him to the dismay of both Michael and Elizabeth.

Michael had no choice but to leave, Elizabeth's eyes pleaded with him to stay; the door closed behind him.

"You certainly are a lovely creature, Elizabeth. Why don't you step closer?"

Elizabeth moved to him, walking by the frightful chair. She stood in front of him, her hands hung uselessly by her sides, her feet together. He sat in a chair in front of her, his eyes looked up at her, started at her face before moving down to glance at her breasts and finally down to her legs.

"Such a beautiful body you have, Elizabeth, I'm going to enjoy it immensely. Why don't you slip out of your tee and bra for me?” he said as if he was asking her the time of day.

Her hands moved up to pull the tee over her head, felt his eyes on her even though she could not see them, quickly disposed of the shirt. She was more embarrassed to strip off her clothes than if she had already been naked, the act humiliating, especially in front of a strange older man. His eyes were glued to her bra, her breasts pushed up high, her cleavage tanned.

"The bra now, Elizabeth, I must see those nice tits."

She unsnapped the bra in the front, her hands covered her breasts as the bra fell to the side, wishing she had not agreed to this, it being more difficult and embarrassing than she thought it would be. One arm covered her breasts, her flesh warm, the other hand slid the bra straps down one at a time. The bra slipped to the floor, her two palms covered her naked breasts. She felt her pointed nipples poke into her palms. How could they betray her so quickly? Doctor Lennox was pleased at the look of embarrassment in her face as she stood before him, her hands covered her naked breasts, the cleavage still visible. He let her stand there, liked the way she shivered in her humiliation. “Remove your hands, Elizabeth,” he ordered her, just like the way the General did.

She closed her eyes, she did not want to see the expression on his face as she let her hands lower, the cool air of the room and the heightened suspense made her nipples so hard they ached. They felt like hard pebbles, unable to look at them, afraid that her body betrayed her. Would he think that she was enjoying this forced sexual submission? She heard only their breathing in the room, her eyes still clenched tight, waiting for another order from him, but there were none, only silence. After long minutes she opened her eyes, saw his eyes still glued to her breasts. She had been right; her nipples were over an inch long, the pink flesh capped her pert breasts, surrounded by her dark areolas.

He stood in front of her, her eyes drawn down as his hands moved up to her breasts, hers clenched into fists as he made contact with her tits. He felt her tremble as he encircled each perfectly shaped breast in his hands. He heard her suck in a breath as her nipples hardened beneath his palm, hurting as the pointed tips pushed into his hand. He squeezed, heard a slight moan come from her lips as he compressed the resilient flesh, released, then squeezed again, delighting in the way the felt beneath his fingers. He loved the touch of a young girls’ breasts, the flesh so firm and smooth, nature's gravity not yet taking over, the nipples still pushed out hard into the air. And Elizabeth was no different, her breasts high on her chest, her nipples pointed proudly out. “You have very beautiful breasts, Elizabeth,” his fingers moved to the tips, one finger skimmed each areola, watched tiny goose bumps appear. “So sensitive,” two fingers grabbed her nipples tightly between his strong fingers, crushed the hard rubbery flesh and twisted them around. He saw her lips clench together, but she made no attempt to stop him, which provoked his fingers to tighten more, pulled the nipples out, her breast jutting out over three inches. “Good girl, we're going to get along quite well."

The pain in her nipples sent a delicious rush through her body, especially between her legs, a familiar tingle began. How could this happen to her, how could she be getting aroused by this man abusing her breasts, especially her sensitive nipples? She had often pinched her nipples while masturbating, but this was different, a stranger was doing it to her, unable to stop him, free to do it as hard and painful as he liked and his fingers seemed to test her resilience to the pain.

She stood there while his fingers played with her nipples and breasts, free to explore them at will.

His hands slid down her naked stomach, felt her muscles tighten, toned muscles flat and hard.

“You take lovely care of your body, Elizabeth,” his hand moved over her abdomen until he reached her low slung skirt. He moved his hands around her, grabbed at her skirt-encased butt, felt her body jerk forward as his hands cupped her tight buttocks. He let his hands roam over her ass, her feet planted tightly on the floor as he continued the exploration of her body. His fingers slid up and down the split in her butt, felt her attempt to escape the probing fingers, her hips moved forward, his cock pressed up against her pussy. “Yes, I like that,” as he ground his cock into her pussy, her body jumped back again to escape the cock rubbed up against her.

She felt his cock push against her, his fingers took too many liberties with her ass, her cheeks clenched tightly against the probing fingers trying to find entrance between her cheeks. She felt his fingers move up to the top of her skirt, find the button, the zipper slid down noisily, signaled the release of the garment to fall on the floor onto her feet that left Elizabeth clad only in her light blue panties. She looked down between them, saw his cock bulging out his pants, only inches from her panty-covered pussy, his hands and fingers returned to her ass, sought out her taut flesh. She braced her hips, not wanting his hands to drive her pussy onto his cock, fought the urge to escape the fingers that again began to clench and massage her trim buttocks in his hands.

The flesh felt so wonderful beneath his fingers, the smooth, silky panties only enhanced the touch of her firm flesh, his cock jerked in anticipation of this lovely girl. His hands rubbed all over her butt, felt the sharp divide between them, knew that it hid her anus. Soon he would have her in the chair, unable to stop his hands and fingers, all of her orifices open for his exploration, a tightly clenched anus his favorite target among the young girls that he had a chance to molest.

His fingers were often the first to explore the depths of their asshole; the girls long remembered his probing fingers. He let his hands move around to her hips, guided her back onto his cock, rubbed up against her panty-covered pussy, the fabric pushed in by his protruding cock. He finally moved away, looked at her face somewhat expecting a look of fear or loathing in her eyes, but instead, found one of arousal. He often found that in the girls. Once they reconciled to what they would have to submit to, their bodies often submitted and even relished the feelings that were aroused by the submission and humiliation they were subjected to. Elizabeth appeared to be no different from the many others that had come to the punishment room. He sat down again, looked at her half naked body. “Take off your panties for me, Elizabeth. Slowly, like you were doing a strip tease. Tease me with the sight of your pussy."

She trembled again, almost naked; his eyes roamed up and down her body and now his order to strip the last remaining protection from his leer. And his orders to do it slowly, to take her panties off for him like a common stripper. To tantalize him like she might do for a lover. She hesitated but then her hands moved down to the top of her low cut panties and slid them down, slowly as he ordered, let the top roll down, lower and lower until finally the top of her bush began to show. She looked into his eyes focused intently on her sex as she hesitantly uncovered her bush, her vulva gradually revealed for the first time.

"Keep going, you have such a lovely pussy, Elizabeth. Such thick labia and so tightly clenched. I am going to enjoy shaving your pubes,” his excitement increased. He had found that girls tended to get more aroused when their Mound of Venus was bald, the many nerve endings no longer hidden by the hair.

The panties pulled from between her legs as she slowly pushed them down, self conscious as her breasts swung beneath her when she bent over to remove them. She kicked them off her feet, her skirt flew with them as she stood up, naked and exposed, her thighs clenched tightly together.

She waited, naked before him.

God, was she beautiful. And, all his to do as he pleased, ready to submit to whatever perverse act he would require of her and do it willingly. “Turn around with your back to me and bend over, I want to see your ass,” he ordered her, relishing her compliance, eager not to show his leering face. Her twin buttocks were near perfect, heart shaped and tight. Her cheeks were tightly clenched, her treasures hidden from his view-for now. But what drew his attention from behind was her pussy, her labia. Her lips were pushed out prominently, large enough to be seen even through her clenched thighs.. The right one seemed to be bigger than the left, very pronounced, puffed and extended, almost bald except for small traces of hair. If she had known how sexy and exposed she was, she would have spread her legs instead. How he would have loved to whip it with his leather riding crop, with close attention to her extended lips that hung down. “Lower, Elizabeth,” humiliated her a little more, welcomed her compliance with pleasure, her head now below her waist, her ass pushed up higher, her labia more pronounced. “Yes, you are so lovely from behind, Elizabeth. You should see how exposed your pussy is."

She kept her thighs tightly clenched, hoping to keep her anus from being exposed, ignoring the fact that it also pushed out her labia from behind and how it must look. The crack of his voice showed his excitement, her arched position afforded him an excellent vision of her puffy lips.

She felt more embarrassed than she could have imagined; her face red as she bent over in submission. She was temporarily relieved when she heard his command to rise and turn around, her relief turned to fear as he ordered her over to the imposing chair. The chair that would expose all of her orifices to his intimate examination, the thick leather straps imposed the discipline on her body that he required.

He moved the straps out of the way as she approached, admired the way her breasts gently swung as she walked, the sway of her hips that enhanced her naked body. “Sit way back in the chair, use that tiny slat to support yourself. The stirrups will keep your body raised up off the chair seat.” It would also keep her exposed from below for his eager hands to explore all of her body.

She lowered herself into the chair, the cold metal of the stirrups struck fear in her heart as she felt how strong they were, realizing how she would no longer be able to close her legs to his probing fingers once she was secured in them. Her legs rested on the cold iron basin, as she waited for the orders she knew would come, but hoped to prolong the inevitable command.

Doctor Lenox lowered the stirrups, pushed them all the way to the front, to start off slowly, to slowly force her body to reveal all of her intimate charms to his eyes and fingers. “Put your right leg in the stirrup for me, Elizabeth."

She looked into his eyes, to plead for rescue, but his eyes were on her sex, to wait for exposure of her charms for the first time. She saw his pants jut out in the front; his erection almost busted the zipper. She put one hand on her crotch and swung her leg out and up, an awkward movement, the rush of air on her exposed pussy a testament to the way her sex opened up. She shivered in fear as her leg hit the cold, metal stirrup, slid into the worn groove, the metal kept her leg secure. She felt his hands fumble with the leather strap, move it around her ankle, felt him draw it tight before he locked it tight. She tried to pull her leg up, tested it, felt the power it had over her, as it resisted her feeble attempt to escape.

"Tight enough, Elizabeth?” watching her try to pull out, pleased at how far it spread her, letting her hand hide her sex from him temporarily, relishing the humiliation she must be feeling. “I'm going to have to help you with the other leg, Elizabeth.” He grabbed her ankle, slowly raised it up towards the other stirrup, heard her groan of pain as he pulled it back behind the stirrup before letting it move forward again until it was locked into the groove. He wrapped the stained leather strap around her leg, pulled the end tightly, watched as it dug into her tiny ankle. He looked down at her, pleased with the position it had placed her in; his cock eagerly awaiting his pleasure in playing with her spread pussy.

Her ass was arched up from the chair, only her back was supported by the tiny slat, the rest fully exposed, her hand still covering herself. Her knees were bowed out, forced into that position by the stirrups on the armrests. If it hadn't been for the slant of the chair back, her hips would surely have been broken, her crotch horrendously split up the middle. The position was obscene, much worse than at a doctor's office. This position was intended to humiliate and leave her unable to protect her sex from anything he desired to do to it. That was what she feared the most. Even though her hands were unbound, they could do little to protect her, unable to reach down very far without increasing the strain on her crotch, her hand barely covered anything. The chair was built well for its purpose, as it left a female totally exposed and unprotected.

Doctor Lenox grabbed her wrist, pulled it away from her crotch, “it won't do much good, Elizabeth. Just relax, there is not much you can do to except lay back and try to enjoy it.” His eyes took in the sight of her naked pussy, the wide expanse of her legs pulled her pussy lips back slightly. Her lips were large, clenched tightly over her vagina. She was probably a virgin. Their lips tended to be closed more, as if they knew they were protecting her precious innocence. He gazed farther down, her anus hidden from his view. He would soon adjust the stirrups, raise her body up and back, her anus would be completely exposed and slightly opened.

"Never, I will never enjoy it!” She would not become a play toy of his, forced to cum against her will.

Doctor Lenox moved away, returned with a pitcher of water, the hot steam rising from the neck of the pitcher. In his other hand he held a tray of various tools and towels, including a straight razor, the sharp blade glistening in the light. He watched her as he slowly poured the water in the basin under her ass, the steam rose to caress her spread pussy. He pushed the washcloth in the hot water, lathered it up with soap

She jumped when the hot washcloth touched her sex, the delicate material felt good, the hot water relaxed her. No, don't let him do this to me. She felt him rub her mound, the soap made the washcloth glide over her skin. He seemed to grip her sex with the washcloth, embracing her mound in the hot cloth. She arched her hips up in response, angry at her own body's reaction.

Doctor Lenox picked up the shaving cream and lathered her mound, his fingers luxuriated in the feel of her vulva. When he had her lathered, he picked up the straight razor. “Hold very still, Elizabeth, I don't want to cut such a lovely pussy,” her body tensed.

She felt his fingers move over her, the razor poised at the top of her sex. She tensed when she felt the metal touch her, drift over the soap, slide effortlessly down, only to return to the top and begin again. She forced herself to remain still, barely breathing as the razor shaved her clean, each time the blade moved down, his fingers, always nearby, stretched her skin.

He pulled out one pussy lip, gripped the puffy flesh with two fingers, let the razor flow along the edge, her body trembled beneath his touch. He shaved her intimately; spread her open, the razor drifted over her skin, removed all of the hair from her mound. Finally he finished, the washcloth returned to wipe the soap off. “Now, that is beautiful, Elizabeth,” his fingers rubbed her smooth vulva, smooth as a baby's bottom.

She was almost excited, his fingers brought about a strange feeling as they glided over her naked flesh, the tiny nerve endings exposed, the hair no longer protected her. She felt him grip her labia, pull back her outer lips, her inner labia pink and exposed. His fingers intimately rubbed up and down the lips, inspected her as if he were a medical doctor, his fingers pinched the flesh, made her jump, felt her begin to get wet. “Yes, I like that, Elizabeth. I can feel your pussy begin to cream for me. Are you beginning to enjoy this?” her hands clenched tight as she endured his fondling of her body. He drew back the other lip; her pussy pulled apart, her pink flesh so exposed. His finger circled her vaginal opening, the tightly clenched muscles glistened with her juices. He pushed his finger against the opening, felt her body fight the intrusion. “You have a very tight vagina, Elizabeth. Have you ever been fucked?” He waited for an answer. He let his fingers sink tightly into her pussy lips, pinched hard.

"Ow!” She screamed as he squeezed her lips.

"I asked you a question."

"No Sir, I've never let a boy inside me.” She felt humiliated answering such an intimate question.

He pushed with his finger, her vagina opened for him, her muscles gripped it as he slid inside her up to the first digit. “Yes, very tight, Elizabeth. You're getting very wet. Too wet. I will make you cum, but not yet. We have one more thing to shave.” He rose, moved to the stirrups, shifted her into a better position.

"What are you going to do?"

"I need to shave your anus. I'm going to raise the stirrups and tilt your hips back a little. Relax now, there is nothing you can do to stop it.” He turned the cranks on each stirrup, felt the heavy metal stirrup move back towards her head, her ass rose high up from the chair. “Now, back a little,” another set of cranks tilted her hips backwards. He looked down, pleased at the position she was in, sat back between her widely spaced legs, again.

She felt her body bent back and up, the hot steam beneath her ass washed over her anus, understood she was grossly exposed. “No!” she screamed when she felt his fingers slowly run up her perineum until she felt a calloused tip touch her anus, her tiny hole quivered and began to spasm.

Doctor Lenox ran his finger over the wrinkled opening, felt it react to the cruel intrusion of his fingers, pushed down on it, it pushed back in response. “You have a very excited anus, Elizabeth.

It seems to dance for me,” his fingers stimulated her back passage, the hole opened and closed, each time his fingers rubbed over the tiny hole. He picked up the washcloth, burnished it over her anus, the soap next, thoroughly lathered between her cheeks. “Hold very still again, Elizabeth, this razor is sharp.” He let the razor slide over her anus, heard her sharp intake of air, felt her shuddered. There were few hairs to shave, just an errant hair here or there. It was more for the humiliation than to shave her. He wiped her clean again, her tiny pink opening glistened in the light.

"No!” she screamed again as his finger returned, this time the fat finger slid inside the pink opening up to the first digit before she could protest, unaware he had used the soapy lather to lubricate his finger.

He felt her sphincter grip, attempt to push it out, his finger massaged against the clenching muscle. “Such a tight, hot asshole, Elizabeth. I know you have never been sodomized before.

Nothing that big could have been into this tiny hole,” laughing as her sphincter struggled against the finger that continued to play inside her, twisted, turned. He pulled his finger out just as the door opened and Headmaster Michael appeared.

"Everything all right, Doctor Lenox? Is Elizabeth performing as she promised?” Michael walked in, his eyes glued to Elizabeth spread so obscenely before him. She saw his look, her face turned red in shame as his eyes took in the exposed area between her legs and her newly shaved pubes.

She was more beautiful than he had expected, her cleanly shaved vulva glistened, her tiny wrinkled anus already a light pink, assuming Dr. Lenox must have already fingered the tiny hole.

The stirrups drew her legs up and back, the plane of her sex quite opened and exposed.

"She is being a very good girl, aren't you, Elizabeth?” Dr. Lenox winked at Michael Her head was down as she mumbled, “yes, Sir."

"I was just getting ready to masturbate Elizabeth and make her cum. Would you like to watch?"

Elizabeth tried to sink further into the chair as the humiliation of the next act penetrated. Now, she would be forced to cum in front of both of these men.

"Only if Elizabeth would like me to stay. Would you like me to stay, Elizabeth? Would you like me to help masturbate you and make you cum?” He wanted to hear her say it, hear her ask him to masturbate her. They both waited for her reply.

"Yes, Headmaster Michael. Would you please masturbate me?” Her face red in humiliation, her eyes closed.

"Look up, Elizabeth,” Michael ordered her, her eyes opened, looked into his. “I want you to watch us masturbate you and make you cum.” He ordered her just as the General would do.

"Yes, Sir,” Elizabeth answered the Headmaster.

"Bring over the toys,” Dr. Lenox said. Michael grabbed some of the toys he had brought in. He watched Elizabeth's eyes widen when he placed them on the table near her, the vibrator with the rabbit ears for stimulating the clit. The anal probe, a long slender shaft with ridges that ran around it at every inch mark, each one progressively bigger down the shaft. Finally, the nipple clamps, the bright shiny metal shone in the light, the chain ran from the clamp, the sharp teeth of the clamp brought fear into her eyes. “These should get her aroused."

"Her pussy is virgin, so I will just stimulate the opening of her vagina and her clit. Her asshole is also virgin, a tight tiny hole. It will do well to accept the anal probe, her sphincter squeezed the blood from my finger when I pushed inside her. She seems to endure the pain on her nipples, maybe even enjoying it a little too much,” laughing at her distress. “It should be easy to make her cum for us."

Elizabeth could only suffer the embarrassment as they talked about her as if she were not there, talked about what they were going to do to her body, how she would react.

Michael sat in front of her, grabbed the baby oil. “You have to make sure you rub her pubes with baby oil, otherwise she will get razor burn.” He poured some into his hands and felt her body jerk when he touched her naked vulva. “Yes, you did a good job of shaving her,” his hands rubbed the smooth skin with the oil, the youthful skin took on a gorgeous luster. He pulled back one of her lips, his fingers slid up and down her inner lips, her body trembled from his touch.

Then the other lip, his fingers felt the silky pink inner pussy, inspected it as he pulled it out, felt how puffy her lips were. His fingers slid down lower, rubbed in more oil as it slid down to her anus, stroked the wrinkled little opening, watched as it fluttered, Elizabeth's eyes open wide as he pressed down.

"Aaaahh,” she moaned quietly, tried unsuccessfully to hide her emotions.

He pushed with his finger, her sphincter unable to stop the slippery digit from entering her rectum, the muscle tightened on the tip of his finger like a pair of pliers. “Yes, she certainly is tight back here,” again twisted his finger inside her, wanting her to feel the power he had over her body. “Why don't you take over here, Dr. Lenox? I think I would like to play with those gorgeous titties.” He got up and stood behind Elizabeth, Dr. Lenox already in place in front of her, the vibrator in one hand already moved up and down between her tight lips, a visible twist of his finger and the sound of vibrator filled the room, a groan from Elizabeth.

"Put your hands behind your head, link your fingers,” Michael ordered her, she quickly complied, her breasts pulled upward, the tips already hard and pointed. “Yes, like that,” her breasts thrust out, his hands encircled the naked flesh, her nipples jabbed into his palm. He squeezed, the flesh compressed by his powerful grip. He released, squeezed again, enchanted by the resiliency in her flesh. “Such nice tits you have, Elizabeth,” he whispered in her ear as he molested her. Dr. Lenox rubbed the vibe, moist with her juices, up and down her slit. “Feels good, doesn't it, Elizabeth?"

She wanted to arch her hips, but the stirrups kept her spread wide. She wanted to push her pussy into the vibrator, her sex damp with her desire. She no longer cared who masturbated her; she only cared that someone would make her cum. The Headmaster's hands on her breasts felt good, though he was especially rough with her flesh. She felt him move to the tips, his calloused fingertips rubbed cruelly over her sensitive flesh. The fingernails ran around her areolas, the skin tender as he continued to circle round and round, but never quite touched her nipples. She thought they would explode before he finally caught one between two powerful fingers and squeezed harshly. Elizabeth moaned silently. “Ahh!” She cried out when he twisted her nipples hard. “Not so hard,” she begged Headmaster Michael, her plea ignored, his fingers pulled her nipples out, stretched the rubbery flesh from her body.

"Does it hurt, Elizabeth? I think you like a little pain, I think it makes your pussy wet."

"NOO,” she cried when she felt her anus speared by the anal probe, Dr. Lenox gave it no time to adjust to its girth before he pushed it in deeper, the rings widened her passage with each new shove. The pain was mixed with the pleasure of the vibrator; Dr. Lenox moved it back and forth over her swollen clit. She felt the probe withdrawn, pushed back in again, this time deeper, her rectum forced to accept the widening probe, her sphincter muscle fought the brutal intrusion.

Why did they keep doing this to her bottom? She had never thought of that place as a sexual organ, yet these men seemed to have a fascination with it. It burned as the probe began to fuck her, the rings coerced her open each time, shrank back down and then forced wide again, each time her anus stretched wider to receive the ever increasing girth.

She felt the Headmaster's fingers become more urgent as he turned and twisted her nipples, pulled them from her body, his fingers never let go on the swollen and sore tips.

"I love how hard your nipples are, Elizabeth. They make it so easy to abuse. I'm getting them nice and tender for the nipple clamps."

"Put the clamps on her tits, Michael, I don't think she will last much longer. Her pussy is soaking wet. Even her asshole is clamping down on the probe as if it didn't want it to leave. She is going to cum soon and I want her to feel the delicious pain of the clamps on her nipples when she does."

Elizabeth was afraid of the clamps. Headmaster's hands were brutal enough, the teeth on the clamps looked sharp, the clamps powerful. She knew that they would tear into her tender nipples and hurt terribly. And, Headmaster would make sure that she felt the pain. She shivered when she felt the cold metal on the side of her breast, the metal glint in the bright light, the Headmaster's fingers pinched the clamps open. “Please, please don't,” she begged.

She watched his hand move down, cup her right breast from below, cradle the silky skinned globe in his hand.

"Shhh, Elizabeth, I'm going to enjoy this."

She screamed, her voice filled the room with the screeching sound of pain as the clamp trapped her swollen nipple between its sharp teeth. She shook her upper body, tried to throw the clamp off, only aggravating the situation when the clamp shook back and forth, and tore at the tender flesh pinched so harshly in its grip. But she did not move her arms, held the pose of servitude that she knew was required of her, feared even harsher punishment if she disobeyed. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaved up and down as the pain gradually diminished from sharp and excruciating to a dull throb in the tortured tip. She looked up, Headmaster Michael smiled down at her, another nipple clamp in his hand, already pinched open by his fingers, the powerful vice ready to inflict the pain on her untouched other nipple. “No, please no,” she begged him, noticed the bulge in his pants, then knew that he enjoyed her pain; knew that her begging would do no good.

He lovingly cupped her other breast, tenderly lifted it, presented her nipple to the clamp. But she knew the pain he would soon inflict on her flesh, bracing her body. She closed her eyes, grit her teeth, waited for the pain. She didn't have long to wait, her hard nipple such an easy target for the metal clamp, captured the pink nipple between its jaws before it snapped closed, the sharp teeth bit painfully into the aroused flesh. She screamed in pain again, not caring who heard her. Her body jerked in pain, like a sword up from her nipple to her brain. She could barely catch her breath, her breathing forced her breasts to rise and fall, the clamps moved, ignited new pain into her body. Finally the anguish became a dull ache that radiated from her chest, her nipples crushed beneath the powerful clamps, the blood squeezed out, tortured.

She opened her eyes, the clamps stuck straight out, the weight pulled her nipples down, the chain hung from the end added to the weight that tugged on her nipples. “It hurts so much, please take them off, please, Headmaster Michael."

"Concentrate on your pussy, Elizabeth; concentrate on the pleasure that Dr. Lenox will give you.

When you cum, I will take them off, but you must cum first.” She saw the look on his face, knew they would force her to cum, even when she was in pain, when she was willing to do anything to stop the continual throbbing in her nipples.

She tried to shut out the terrible pressure she felt on her nipples, concentrated the vibrator playing over her clit. The anal probe was uncomfortable inside her ass, Dr. Lenox pushed it high inside her rectum, the ridges rubbed her anal tract harshly as he fucked it in and out, her sphincter fought the cruel intrusion in her body. She cried out when Headmaster Michael grabbed the ends of the chain on her nipple clamps and pulled up on them, further igniting the pain in the abused tips. He pulled on them, released them, pulled her nipples away from her body, the clover clamps tightened, pinched the crush berries beneath them. She went from sharp pain to throbbing pain, Headmaster Michael smiled throughout her whole ordeal.

"Cum for us, Elizabeth. Concentrate on your pleasure, show us how nicely you can cum for us,”

his head next to hers as he whispered in her ear, urged her to cum despite the pain they inflicted on her young body.

She set her mind on the vibrator as Dr. Lenox slid the vibrating tool up and down her drenched slit, played it over her swollen clit as his fingers kept her clit hood pulled back, her clit now red and swollen in lust. The pleasure overtook the pain, with only occasional lapses when Dr. Lenox would push the probe inside her colon too far, forced a cramp in her stomach or when Headmaster Michael would yank the nipple clamps, made her feel the intense pain he could administer. She moaned quietly, knew that she would cum soon, humiliated to be forced to do it under such extreme circumstances.

"I can see you are getting aroused by us, Elizabeth. Do you like the pain?” She felt him tug on the nipple clamp again, her nipples pinched tighter. She grit her teeth, the clamps felt like they were tearing her nipples off. She had to cum soon, the pain too much for her.

She tried to raise her hips up, to push the vibrator on her clit, the stirrups prevented her. “Please, on my clit,” she begged Dr. Lenox, knew that it was now or never, she had to cum for them.

"Of course, my dear."

She felt him push the vibrator directly over her clit, his fingers pinched the hard button from the side, squeezed the blood to the tip as the vibrator rubbed over it. Another cramp in her stomach, Dr. Lenox pushed the anal probe deeper inside her, fucked her up the backside with the cruel device.

"GGGGODDDD!” she cried out as her orgasm exploded. “Oww!” she screamed as Headmaster Michael released one of the nipple clamps from her crushed tip. Instead of the relief she thought she would feel, the blood rushed back to the clamped tip, ignited an intense pain that almost made her pass out. She screamed as she felt his fingers on the other clamp, she would rather have her tip crushed beneath the clamp then released, the blood rushing to the nipple more intense. If it wasn't for the orgasm, she would have passed out, the pain exploded in her other nipple, mixed with the orgasm that ripped through her sex as Dr. Lenox so skillfully masturbated her young body to an explosive climax, the vibrator and probe treated her orifices to the dual ravishment.

Another orgasm rippled through her body as Headmaster Michael's hands returned to her nipples, rubbed the feeling back into the tip, the vibrator snapped back and forth over her clit as her pussy felt the unexpected pleasure that these two men forced from her untrained body. She finally slumped in the chair, her body drained as the anal probe was pulled from her asshole with a loud pop, her sphincter continued to spasm.

"You came very nicely for us, Elizabeth,” Dr. Lenox smiling at her sweat-covered body, juices flowed from her pussy and dripped down her thighs. He released the leather straps that secured her legs in the stirrups, swung her limp legs from the wide spread, her body slumped down in the chair. “You may leave us, Headmaster Michael. It is time for Elizabeth to suffer her punishment, now that she has received the pleasure. A pussy spanking I believe. You may come back later when she is going to service my cock with her mouth. You can instruct her in the proper procedures.” He dismissed him with a nod of his head.

Elizabeth watched as Headmaster Michael left the room again, almost having forgot the punishment. A spanking was bad enough, but how could he even fathom a spanking on her pussy? Especially now that she had just cum, her sex tender. “Please, spank my ass. Just not my sex, please."

"Nonsense child, you must be sufficiently punished. A mere spanking for a black eye is not enough of a deterrent. Now to suffer a spanking on your pussy would make you less liable to repeat the offense in the future. And, I intend on making you present yourself fully to be spanked, legs wide, ass arched up, your pussy spread and open. Then when I am finished, you can service my cock with your mouth. If you don't perform the fellatio to my satisfaction, we can always go back to another pussy spanking, maybe using a whip the next time. Would you like that? To feel the lash of the leather between your pussy lips?” He laughed at her obvious discomfort, knew that she would do everything to please him.

"Up Elizabeth, over here,” pulled her arm, forced her to her feet, watched her stagger as the numbness in her legs slowly began to disappear. He marched her over to a spot on the floor, a thin mattress in the center of the room, four wooden posts stuck out from the floor. “Lie down on the mattress, Elizabeth. Get your body comfortable. The two posts at the top are for you to grip onto. You're going to have to raise your ass high off the floor. I want your pussy spread before me.” He watched as she sat down, scooted until her head was between the twin posts. He placed a pillow underneath her head. “I want you comfortable, Elizabeth,” laughing out loud, her head comfortable while her pussy would be in pain. He watched her grip the twin posts, her hands turned white as she tightened the grip.

He moved down to the other end, admired her naked body, her nipples red and swollen, though still erect. Her pussy glistened from her juices, lips slightly red from the recent masturbation, her anus temporarily hidden from view. “Your body was made for this, Elizabeth; made for men to use and abuse. Young bodies like yours are so flexible, easily forced into provocative and degrading positions, the most intimate parts of your body grossly exposed for abuse.

He grabbed one of her ankles and moved it to the closest post, slipped her foot into the leather sandal secured to the post. It completely covered her foot in a cris-cross of leather all the way up to her ankle, leather ties secured it tightly to her skin. He moved to the other side, made short work of her other leg, similarly secured her foot to the other post, legs now spread wide. He looked at his handiwork, her legs bent slightly at the knees, her feet flat on the ground but bound to the posts. “Now, you don't have to be so modest, Elizabeth. After all, I shaved your pussy and asshole,” he laughed as she struggled to keep her knees together, looking like she was knock-kneed, trying to protect her pussy from his eyes. He secured each leg with a leather strip, higher up the pole, right below the knee, her legs now drawn up straight, her pussy spread open.

Again Elizabeth found her legs bound and her arms free as she trembled in fear of Dr. Lenox.

She almost wished Headmaster Michael was back. Even with his abuse of her nipples, she still felt safer. Now she waited for a pussy spanking, an idea that revolted her, her sex still tender from cumming. She knew that she couldn't stop him, begging would be futile. “How many, Sir?"

"How many what, Elizabeth?"

"How many times are you going to spank my pussy?” She watched him look down between her legs, her eyes then drawn to the bulge in his pants. He was aroused What man would not become aroused at the thought of spanking the sex of a young girl? She wasn't sure how fast she wanted it over. Though she knew it would hurt when he spanked her pussy, the thought of taking his member inside her mouth and sucking it until he came and make her swallow was almost as bad, if not worse. The only positive light that it would soon be over.

"I don't know, Elizabeth. I have never spanked such a lovely pussy before. And with you presenting it for my hand, it all depends on how long I can go before I need your mouth to make me cum.” He moved his hand down below her butt, “now Elizabeth, be a good girl and arch your ass up for me.” He felt her push up with her hips, his hands able to slide completely under her firm ass cheeks, cup them in his hands as her sex lifted up to meet him. Her back pushed off the mattress as she arched up higher, “yes, more Elizabeth, I want you up higher,” pleased at the way her body rose up. The posts did an excellent job of keeping her body in position, allowing her sex to be the highest point, her legs spread wide. He looked at the other end of the room, noted where the hidden camera was positioned, affording a lovely shot straight up the vee of her legs, capturing her spread pussy, her face hidden from the lens. The other camera, over her head shot down onto her face, poised to catch the look of pain when he began to spank her pussy, the images side by side on the tape, gave the viewer an intimate look of Elizabeth's suffering under his hand.

Her back already ached, her crotch pulled open wide, as if she was being split up the middle. Her hips were at least two feet off the floor, her breasts tumbled back as her body arched. She watched Dr. Lenox rise from the mattress, his hand slipped down his zipper and extracted his large cock. She continued to watch, not sure why. Perhaps she knew that it would soon be in her mouth, her tongue and lips so intimately sucking it to orgasm as she might do to a lover, the curiosity at seeing how big it was, what her mouth was going to have to accommodate. His hand stroked it, the head almost purple, swollen in lust already. It was a couple of inches thick, bigger than she thought it would be for someone his age. It must be at least six inches long, maybe longer, his pants hid part of it.

"Do you like it, Elizabeth?” He smiled at her, her eyes almost mesmerized as he stroked it up and down, his cock grew bigger as he did. “Soon it will be in your sweet, hot mouth. Now, stay in that position Elizabeth. If you move, get back into position instantly, or it will be the whip instead of my hand that will spank your pussy."

He lightly tapped her inside thighs, felt her body tensed up at the thought of the pain he was about to inflict. He moved higher up her thighs, slapped both sides of her thighs, increasingly harder each time, her tender inner thighs already turning pink. He smelled her pussy, wondered if she was aroused at being forced to submit to a pussy spanking. He would soon find out He swung his hand back and forward, aimed straight in the vee of her legs, the palm of his hand slapped hard against her pussy, felt her puffy lips absorb the majority of the blow, but not before a finger slapped between them, tapped her inner lips.

She groaned in pain when the first slap surprised her. It didn't hurt as much as she thought it would, not sure if he was just warming up or somehow if she was enjoying it. Her hips moved down from the force of the blow, her ass pushed up hurriedly, she did not want to displease him any more than he already was. She looked into his eyes, recognized the lust, his cock jerked about at the sound of her groan. She didn't have to wait for long before he slapped her pussy again, the sound of his hand hit harder this time rang out in the room. This time she braced her body, absorbed the full force of the blow without moving. The force of this slap harder, smashed into her vulva with a sickening sound. It stung, his hand returned again to slap in the same spot.

She moaned as her sex throbbed in pain. His hands pushed out on her inner thighs, spread her legs out further, knew that her pussy was opening up wider, knew that he wanted to slap her inner pussy lips with the next blow.

"My hand is getting wet from spanking your hot, little pussy, Elizabeth. I think you are enjoying it too much.” His hand crashed into her spread pussy again, her lips pushed back this time, the brunt of the force hit her inner, tender pink insides.

"God, that hurts! Please stop! Please let me suck your cock now!” eager to perform fellatio, anything to get the spanking over with. The next blow hurt intensely, her pussy suffered under his powerful hand. But he didn't stop, his hand lifted her ass up higher, urged her thighs out, left her sex unprotected for the next blow. He spanked her harder and faster, slapped her inner thighs from time to time, spread her open for the next blow that would come up from the floor and strike her under her ass cheeks and slap her perineum. Her pussy bore the brunt of the spanking, bright red, her tender lips swollen, each time the pain increased. The strange thing was that the feeling that grew between her legs was one of arousal. The pain turned to pleasure, her hips rose up higher as if they wanted to meet the hand coming to strike her, bowed her legs out, hoped that his hand would push back her lips and strike at her inner pussy, even hoped that he would slap her clit.

Dr. Lenox saw the eagerness in Elizabeth, watched her expose her body more to his hand, her legs pulled apart to lay her pussy open to him. He waited for the next time she did that and hit her directly on her clit, made sure at least two fingers beat hard on it. He was rewarded with a sharp cry, pleased that she drew her hips up quickly again, exposed her clit to his hand again. He didn't disappoint and struck her in the same spot again, his hand found her pussy soaking wet. He grabbed her pussy in his strong hand, gripped it tightly. He released it, urged her hips up higher then struck her hard again, felt the heat of her skin touch his palm.

Michael entered the room, pleased that Elizabeth still performed well, Dr. Lenox's naked cock bobbed up and down as his hand continued to plummet her naked sex, Elizabeth groaned and moaned provocatively with each stroke, unsure whether it was pain or pleasure that she responded to. “It looks like you need some relief. Maybe it is time for Elizabeth to wrap her hot lips around your cock and make you cum."

Elizabeth jolted back to reality with the voice of Headmaster Michael. She thought she would almost cum from the spanking on her pussy, her sex drenched, a tingle between her legs that could only be quenched by the touch of her clit, whether it is gentle or hard. She looked up at him, his eyes looked through her as if he knew that she got off on the pussy spanking.

"Do you mind if I give her a few?” Dr. Lenox moved out of the way, Michael took his place between her legs. “Higher, Elizabeth, move that luscious pussy up higher. It seems that maybe Dr. Lenox has been too lenient with you, maybe you need it harder.” As her hips arched up he swung his hand, crashed into her swollen sex with a force that almost knocked her over, punished her pussy with a sickening thud.

Tears filled her eyes as his hand slammed into her pussy with such force that she could barely continue to hold the position. Her pussy burned from the constant barrage of Dr. Lenox, now Headmaster Michael had hit her with such force that it drove the air from her lungs. She barely had time to recover when his hand swung up between her legs again to smack into her pussy, smashed the lips to the side so his hand could beat the soft, tender inner flesh, a scream tore from her lips. Two more slaps left her sex swollen and inflamed, her pussy lips double their size, the twin mons red from the abuse. But deep down, her clit still craved the hand that beat it, not with a gentle touch, but exposed and begging for the pain. She was disappointed when he stopped, knelt down to untie her legs from the post, her legs cramped from their bound position.

"It is time to pleasure Dr. Lenox, Elizabeth. I will show you how to suck his cock. Don't fear, I will masturbate you while you perform and make you orgasm when he dumps his cum inside your virgin mouth. Get up on your knees, Elizabeth,” helping her rise, allowing her to test the muscles in her cramped legs as she rose to her knees. “Kneel up high,” making her straighten her back, her young breasts thrust out, her nipples in a state of perpetual hardness.

Dr. Lenox moved in front of Elizabeth, his cock bobbed up and down, eager to feel her hot breath. “Take it completely out of my pants,” he ordered her, her tiny hands undid his belt and snap, slid his pants down his legs until they reached his knees. Her hands returned again to pull his shorts down, his cock pulled back through the hole in them before they fell to his knees.

“Now stroke it with your hands, Elizabeth, feel how hot it is.” Her hands encircled his cock, her soft hands enticed him as they gripped his hard cock. Her hands moved slowly, almost afraid of hurting him, her hand barely able to encircle his thick cock. “Make sure you rub the head, that is the part men love the most.” He placed his hand under her chin, forced her to look up at his cock.

She obeyed his command, rubbed her other hand over the head, her head pulled back once as if she was burned when she his cock leaked out onto her fingers. She resumed, her eyes stared at his cock, rubbed her finger over the tip, his sticky cum leaking out.

"Grab his balls with one hand, Elizabeth,” Headmaster Michael whispered into her ear.

"MMMM, yes, gently Elizabeth,” her hand cupped his hot, swollen sack, hefted the heavy balls in her hands. “They are full of cum. You're going to have to coax it out,” Dr. Lenox murmured in appreciation.

This was the part she dreaded, listened as Headmaster Michael whispered in her ear again.

"Hold his cock tight and blow on the head. It's going to jerk when you do it, so hold it tight."

She let her hot breath blow on the head of his cock, her hand gripped the shaft of his cock, it jerked with each hot breath.

"Now stick your tongue out and let it run over the tip. You're going to get your first taste of cum, Elizabeth."

Dr. Lenox lifted her chin up again, his eyes stared at her mouth as her tongue slowly slipped beyond her lips. She let her tongue hit his cock head, gripping the shaft tighter when she felt it throb. She couldn't believe that she was doing such incredible things to his cock. Her eyes were wide open, her tongue ran over the tip, pushed into his piss slit, rewarded with two drops of cum.

It hung on her tongue, thick and salty. It almost tasted bitter, not an especially pleasant taste, hated the thick texture, refused to mix it with the saliva in her mouth.

"You'll have to learn to like it,” Dr. Lenox saw the look of distaste for his cum on her face.

“You're going to have to swallow a mouthful of it."

"It's time, Elizabeth. Wrap your sweet virgin lips around the head of his cock. It's time you learned how to suck cock,” Headmaster's hand on the back of her head urged her closer to the throbbing member in her hands. She smelled the murky scent of his cock, the cock head glistened from her tongue wetting the swollen head. She opened her mouth wide, Headmaster Michael pushed her mouth onto the throbbing member until she closed her lips tightly around it, felt it shudder inside her mouth.

"God, her hot breath almost made me cum,” Dr. Lenox groaned.

"See what you do to men, Elizabeth? Now let your tongue run around the cock in your mouth.

Make it throb with delight.” Michael continued to guide her head with his hands.

Elizabeth needed little urging, her tongue ran tentatively over the hot piece of flesh that pierced her lips, felt the cock dance inside the hot confines of her hot mouth. More cum leaked out the head, filled her mouth with the salty, pasty mixture. She didn't think she would ever learn to love the taste of semen, almost gagging as it sat heavily in her mouth.

Dr. Lenox moved Michael's hands aside, gripped her head on both sides, urged her to take more of his cock inside the confines of her mouth. She struggled for a minute, Headmaster Michael reminded her of the penalties for disobeying; the whip on her pussy. She let him have his way with her mouth, his cock pushed out her cheeks, first the right one, then over to push out the left one. It continually jerked in her mouth; her tongue lathered the hot cock, up the shaft, the thick vein running the length. She ran her tongue under the ridge of his cock, felt his shudder when she did.

"Back and forth on his cock, each time take it deeper into her mouth,” Headmaster Michael ordered her. “If you do a good job, he will let go of your head."

She wrapped her mouth tightly around the girth of his cock and began a gentle rocking motion, moved her head up and down the shaft, her tongue continually lathered the cock as she gripped the hard cock with her lips.

"You suck cock like a street whore,” Dr. Lenox released her head as she began to perform fellatio on his organ as though she had done this a million times. “Take it deeper into your mouth or I will force it in,” his voice urgent in lust.

She moved her mouth forward, the head of his cock slammed into the back of her mouth, gagged as it hit the opening to her throat, she almost threw up. She backed her mouth off, Dr. Lenox's hands returned to grip her ears.

"Deeper, Elizabeth. I want it in your throat,” thrusting his hips forward at the same time he pushed her head onto his throbbing cock.

She choked and gagged, her eyes watered, her nose ran as the head of his cock slowly and forcefully entered her throat while she struggled, but she kept her hands at her side, sensed Headmaster Michael's warning presence behind her. She sucked in as much air through her nose as possible while Dr. Lenox thrust her head back and forth, his cock enjoyed the spasms in her throat gripping his cock head like a virgin pussy. She had something new to contend with, Headmaster Michael was behind her, his hand on her back and over her ass, fondling her flesh as she was forced to suck Dr. Lenox's cock. A wet finger touched her anus. Elizabeth attempted to turn and stare at the Headmaster, show him her displeasure, but Dr. Lenox was not to be denied the pleasure of her mouth and throat, yanked her head back onto his cock, which jerked in pleasure as it slid down her throat again, her choking pleasured the throbbing cock.

She could only moan on the cock that split her lips as the Headmaster's finger began to play around her tiny wrinkled hole, teased the muscle with his fingertip as it slowly circled the ridges of her virgin anus. His hand held her hips tight in his grip as he forced her to accept his fondling of her asshole while she sucked Dr. Lenox's cock. His finger entered her rectum, ran around its inside, teased the muscle as it clenched to push the offending digit out. She felt his other hand reach around in front of her between her thighs and cup her sex, one finger split her pussy lips to lay snuggled in the wetness of her inner pussy, and moved back and forth. She was now trapped between the fingers, each drove her body into the other, unable to stop the dual ravishment of her body. Her body rose up a little when his finger slid farther in her rectum, the uncomfortable feeling of fullness present.

"Pay attention to the cock in your mouth, use your tongue on it. Make him cum. Relax your asshole and let me have my way with you.” Michael continued to play with her asshole, his thick middle finger sucked deep into the depths of her bowels, the hot, tight hole clenching on his calloused finger as it sawed back and forth inside her asshole, rubbing the silky insides harshly with his dry finger. He knew that it hurt her, but he wanted her to learn that she would have to submit.

Dr. Lenox could wait no longer, he gripped her head tightly and pulled her mouth over his cock as if it was a sock, his hard shaft slid down as she coughed and gagged while her throat was plugged with his hot flesh. He pulled her harshly back and forth on his cock, “so good, Elizabeth, swallow my big cock.” His head shot up as his balls tingled as he began to cum. He could feel the cum run slowly up his cock into her hot mouth, his hands held her tightly, forced her to drink the load of hot cum that shot out into her mouth. He pulled his cock from her throat, wanting her to taste the hot cum, knowing how much she hated the taste.

His hands held so tight, almost like a band on her head, understood that he was ready to cum. He held her on his cock as she felt it jerk and thrust inside her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the throbbing member. Still it was unexpected, the cum shot out into her mouth was so much, cum ran down her lips as she was unable to contain the copious amounts of fluid in her mouth, afraid of swallowing it.

Dr. Lenox saw her cheeks begin to swell as he dumped his cum in her virgin mouth. “Swallow it, Elizabeth, I have so much more. You'll choke to death unless you swallow it,” her eyes pleaded with him before finally he noticed her throat move, and knew that she began to swallow, enjoying the sounds of strangulation. “Such a good girl, here comes some more,” pulling her back down on his cock as another load of cum shot up from his balls, he felt her tongue run unconsciously over the tip. He shot another load, her cheeks quickly filled again.

How much cum could he have? Just as soon as she managed to swallow the first load of cum without throwing it back up, her mouth was filled again. If that hadn't been bad enough, Headmaster Michael's fingers still drilled painfully up and down her asshole, like sandpaper as the dry finger pushed harshly inside her, her sphincter fought the depraved invasion of her body.

She swallowed again, another final load filled her mouth, this one not as much, swallowed it as it shot out.

Dr. Lenox felt his cock begin to shrink, “clean my cock with your tongue and I will take it out of your mouth,” he ordered her, her sweet face looked up at him, her eyes wide.

She ran her tongue over the head, her mouth already permeated with the foul taste of his cum, hoped to get it over with soon, Headmaster Michael's manipulations still hurt, his finger played with her pussy-the only thing that made it less bearable. She finally felt the cock pulled from her mouth, cum stuck to her lips.

"You suck cock like a cheap whore, Elizabeth, and that is a compliment,” smiling at the shame on her face. He quickly pushed his cock into his pants, no longer wanting anything more from her. “Thank you, Michael. I'm sure the Senator will be forgiving now.’ He left the room quickly.

Michael pulled his finger from her asshole, and allowed her to stand. “Thank you, Elizabeth.

You were a good girl and obeyed well. Now try to stay out of trouble, I would hate to have to bring you back for further punishment.” He slapped her naked ass with a loud smack. “Yes, I would hate to have to punish that naked ass,” laughing as he left her in the room, naked, the taste of cum still fresh in her mouth. He wanted to see how well the video came out.

Elizabeth went back to her room, masturbating herself to an explosive climax, Headmaster Michael and Dr. Lenox forgetting to make her cum, the vision of them taking her in her head as she came all over the sheets of her bed.

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