One of our lady members fantasises about teaching at Royston Hall

Ms Cindy Good looked at the screen and sighed. As white as a virgin arse. That's a simile, she thought but not a very good one for surely virgin arses came in many colours, and shapes of course. Her own arse, for example was the colour of cream rather than milky white and bounced a good deal more than those alabaster arses she had seen in the video.

Ah, but she mustn't think about the video now because there at the top
of the screen was the very important and appropriate title 'Unit Standard 1021- Public Speaking'. This was her very first standard and if she did a good job who knows what rewards might come her way. Goodness, she might even get to teach the Senior English class one day. Ms Good pinched her hand. No daydreaming girl. And then she pinched her hand again, a little harder. Mmmm, that did feel good, lovely tingles running up her legs from her crossed ankles to her tightly closed knees and all the way up her sticky inner thighs to her throbbing clitoris. Ms Good repeated that word to herself, 'Clitoris, clitoris, clitoris.' Hmm, assonance, or maybe onomatopoeia, because it did make that sound when she was really, really wet. And she was really, really wet.

Just thinking about that video made her squirm in her chair, which only compounded the problem because she had foolishly decided to wear the lacy white thong today instead of her sensible regulation knickers. Vanity leads to a fall, she thought. A proverb. My, she was doing well with literary vices, but there was still nothing on that damn white screen.

Writer's block, she thought. I know the cure for that! Free writing. Just let the words flow unchecked as they well from the subconscious and pump through my fingers like a pulsing, throbbing, steaming torrent of desire. Repressing desire can only make it stronger, until it throws us down and overpowers us and takes us against our will and brutally violates our most private orifices. She moaned ecstatically, arching her back as she felt the thong press tightly against her tight little arsehole, and the throbbing spread from her hot little cunt down those sticky thighs all the way to her tightly clenched toes. 'Oh shit! Oh Jesus!' she gasped, as it flowed through the fingers squeezing her nipples. 'Oh God, I'm coming! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'

'A very interesting performance, Ms Good. Very interesting indeed!'

Cindy blinked and shook her head to clear the fog. She was hallucinating. That couldn't possibly be the Headmaster. There wasn't anyone else in the school today.

‘Unit Standard 1021,' read the Headmaster over her shoulder. 'As white as a virgin arse. Clitoris, clitoris, clitoris. Vanity leads to a fall….pulsing steaming torrent of desire….most private orifices.... Very interesting, Ms Good.’

Cindy sat up straight, closed her mouth and pulled her skirt down. Sticky fingers, she thought. How am I going to get out of this one?

'May I suggest you also button up your blouse, wash your hands and wait outside my office.'

Ms Cindy Good made her way to the Staff Toilets-Female with as much decorum as her bunched knickers and crooked skirt would allow. As she opened the door to her temporary sanctuary, she heard the dreaded whirr of the laser printer immortalising her shame.


Arthur Masters MA(Hons) stepped out into the corridor to get a better look as Ms Good hurried away, skirt tucked into the top of her knickers. Now that's something you don't see often these days, he thought. Stockings and suspenders on a young lady. Arthur considered himself something of an expert on matters related to ladies' bottoms. Not in a sleazy pornographic way off course. That would have been quite inappropriate for the Headmaster of  Royston Hall Academy for Girls. Arthur often told himself that he was a connoisseur of the female form, with a specialisation in derrieres. And this was a fine specimen indeed. Well rounded, but firm with a just a hint of a jiggle as poor Ms Good tried to walk, not run, to the safety of the ladies loos.

Since it would take some time for Ms Good to compose herself, Arthur
allowed himself to think about what he intended to do with that fine backside. She would, of course have to ask for the discipline. No question about that. He made a point of consensuality and he had noted that girls wriggled and squirmed delightfully as they confessed their errors and asked to be punished.

No, not girls, ladies, Arthur corrected himself.

Back to that firm little bottom which was clearly begging to be spanked.
It would mark, of course. He imagined the imprint of his hand after that
first, decisive whack. That always shocked the ones who thought it was
going to be a bit of a giggle. He was sure that Ms Good would not giggle. She would gasp and yelp when she felt the biting sting and move
her twitching bottom to meet his palm. He would be very firm with her and afterwards she would apologise for causing him so much trouble. The good girls always did.

Arthur noticed that he was getting rather warm and his palms were tingling. Then his attention shifted to the pressure inside his trousers and he decided that some rearrangement was required to ease the discomfort. Ah, his cock felt good in the palm of his hand, expanding and hardening as he watched it. He never tired of that feeling. Surely a little stimulation now wouldn't do any harm? He tightened his grip on the base of his member, sliding his hand along its length as he watched it straighten and quiver, ready for action. Ah! That did feel good! So hard and strong and powerful. Arthur closed his eyes and recalled the image of Ms Good's firm little bottom jiggling above her suspenders and stockings. His hand began moving faster of its own accord as he imagined pulling down her knickers to fully expose her quivering buttocks.

Arthur stopped just in time, remembering his responsibilities and telling himself that this was not the right time for being selfish. He had made that mistake before with unfortunate consequences, leaving him with the feeling that the young lady had been deprived of the full force of his attention. Arthur had a generous nature and he was not going to gratify his own needs before Ms Good got what she deserved. He gave his cock one last firm stroke for luck and tucked it away with the promise that it would be taken care of later.

Time to get down to the business at hand, he thought as he strode purposefully towards his office.


Cindy leaned against the basin and stared at the running water. That's my career going down the drain, she thought to herself. Why had she come to school today at all? She hadn't really needed to work on the Unit Standard. She had wanted to watch that video again. 'Serves me right for being such a perverted little slut,' she said to the yellow bar of school soap. 'No better than those dreadful fourth-formers.'  She rinsed her hands absently under the tap. At least those girls knew what they wanted and how to get it. A quick root with a boy from the school over the road and back again before the end of lunch. She had even caught them at it behind the bike sheds. The girl bent leaning against the wall with her skirt hiked up and her knickers around her ankles, moaning and panting while that dirty little boy felt her up and then humped her from behind like a stray dog. It was all so crude and disgusting she couldn't get the image out of her head, and now she was no better herself. Pride goes before a fall, she thought, reaching for a paper towel. She'd finally got that proverb right, even if her life was ruined.

Feeling a little braver, Cindy peeked at herself in the mirror. 'Oh God!' She muttered under her breath as she scowled at her reflection. It looked as if she'd been at it behind the bike sheds herself! Mr Masters mustn't see her looking like that. She splashed more cold water on her flushed cheeks and pushed back her hair. Much better. A quick adjustment of the skirt, straighten the stockings and she would be ready to face Mr Masters and convince him that nothing had really happened at all. Oh, shit! The skirt must have got tucked into her knickers when Masters caught her. That meant he'd seen her arse. How could she face him now?  Poor Cindy felt her world come crashing down around her again. She had to find a way to convince him to forget the whole sorry business!

Cindy Good stood outside the Headmaster's office and waited, just as many a girl had waited before her. Was he already in there? Should she
knock? Should she wait until he called her in? Part of her wanted to run
away but the other part knew that she had to accept the consequences of her misbehaviour. Last time she had been sent to the Headmaster's office she had got the strap for talking in class and it had stung for ages. Cindy pulled herself together. She was not a little girl anymore. She had
been to University. She could handle this.

'Well, Ms Good, are you going to stand out there all day keeping me waiting?'

Cindy flinched at the sound of the Headmaster's voice and bit her lip quite hard before finally managing to stammer, 'Oh, Mr Masters, sir! I'm sorry, sir.... I mean.... Mr Masters....I didn't know you were there, sir, andI didn't like to go straight in sir, and....'

'Stop babbling Ms Good. You are using too many words again.'

'Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I'll try to remember, sir. It's just that
sometimes....'

'Ms Good, you will speak when I tell you to speak. Is that understood?'

Cindy started to answer 'Yes, sir,' but then remembered that she hadn't
been given permission to speak, so she nodded instead.

'Cat got your tongue, Ms Good?'

Cindy shook her head violently, feeling totally confused. How could she
possibly please the Headmaster when she didn't know what he wanted her to do?

'Defiance in addition to all your other transgressions? My dear Ms Good, it is clearly time for me to teach you a thing or two about what is
expected of teachers in this school.'

Arthur had been watching the poor girl for quite some time without her knowledge. He liked to take a little time to observe his teachers and plan appropriate advice and guidance programmes for them. He took this responsibility seriously and his greatest pleasure was to discover and fulfil their needs. Ms Good was clearly in need of his services and it
was time to make a start on her further education.

'Don't just stand there looking silly, girl. Come in. I don't bite you know.'

Ms Good took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, looked directly ahead and walked into the Headmaster's office with the decorum that befitted a Teacher of  English at Royston Hall Academy for Girls. She had gotten herself out of sticky situations before and this one would be nodifferent.

Cindy Good had not been in this room before, so she quickly glanced around to get her bearings. A large important looking desk and chair, bookcases filled with leather bound volumes, a trophy case, memorabilia, a pair of old leather chairs and a sofa, everything just as she had imagined it. Except that the Headmaster was not sitting  behind his desk but rather in one of the leather chairs, and there didn't seem to be an obvious place for her to sit. She hadn't expected that, and anyway, she couldn't remember whether she was supposed to sit down or wait to be told to be seated. So she stood, and waited.

'Hands by my side, clasped in front, or behind my back?' she wondered. 'And where am I supposed to look?'

'Stop fidgeting, Ms Good. And if you can't decide which foot to stand on, I suggest you try both at the same time.'

'Oh, I am sorry sir. I just don't know what I am supposed to do, sir. I mean, I usually don't get into trouble, sir, so I'm not sure what I am supposed to....'

The Headmaster laughed. 'Don't usually get into trouble? Surely you mean that you don't usually get caught. But this time you have been caught, Ms Good. You have been caught in the act, behaving in a quite
disgraceful manner in the Staff Workroom. Fortunately for you I am a forgiving man and I am going to give you the opportunity to explain your actions before we agree on a suitable punishment.'

Cindy was relieved to hear the bit about forgiving but she wasn't quite sure how much she should confess. After all, how much had he seen? Then she remembered the sound of the printer. Damn! Documentary evidence. She would at least have to explain that away.

'I came in to school today to prepare a Unit Standard for my Public Speaking class. I didn't quite know where to start, so I just closed my eyes and started typing. I have no idea what I actually wrote.'

'Ms Good, you are a dreadful liar. Try again.'

Cindy bit her lip and thought for a minute. At least the Headmaster sounded more amused than angry with that ridiculous story. Perhaps she could turn this situation to her advantage after all,  but what to tell
him?

'Mr Masters, sir, could I possibly look at the paper, to help me remember?' It was worth a try.

'Better still, Ms Good. You may read it aloud to me, to refresh both our memories.'

Cindy looked at the title and read, 'Unit Standard 1021- Public Speaking.' At least that part was ok. Then she blinked and looked at that last word again. Suddenly she felt very warm. Even worse, a delicious tingling was spreading from her hot, wet cunt and shimmering down her thighs. Cindy squeezed her legs together very tightly, but that only made it worse. She shivered as the sensation reached her knees and bit her lip again to stop herself moaning. This was truly dreadful.

'Care to take another look at the final word, Ms Good?'

For a brief moment Cindy considered pretending to faint or have a fit. She couldn't possibly say that word, could she? She closed her eyes and whispered, 'It says Public Spanking, sir.' There she had done it. And now the heat was shooting up her belly, covering her breasts with fire, and burning her face. Time for desperate measures. She clenched her fists and silently recited the school motto.

Meanwhile Arthur was observing Ms Good with great interest. He liked the way her nipples were pressing against her blouse as her breasts expanded and hardened. And her lips were becoming moist and swollen just like that hot little cunt he had had a good look at in the Staff Workroom. He recalled the way she had been busily working away at it with one hand as she continued typing with the other. Quite extraordinary, really, but then again, he had heard that women could do
more than one thing at a time. Of course, as she came close to her climax she had abandoned the keyboard and grabbed a breast, squeezing the nipple with such violence that he wouldn't be at all surprised if she wasn't still feeling the effects. Arthur himself was also still considerably aroused by the memory of his newest teacher sprawled in her chair, back arched, head thrown back, knees wide open, busily pleasuring herself . Not to forget those silky thighs, of course, and the way they trembled above her stockings, and the suspenders stretched tight over that clenched little bottom as it had been thrust clear off the chair with the force of her orgasm. And now here she was, close to boiling point again. Ms Good was clearly in need of his attention.

'Not so difficult after all, was it Ms Good? Keep reading'

Cindy looked at the next line. This was definitely getting worse by the second. 'As white as a virgin arse,' she read, as quickly as possible.

'Slow down, Ms Good. We have plenty of time. Tell me what is wrong with that simile.'

'Well sir, people are all sorts of colours so arses must be different colours. I mean, there are brown ones and black ones and cream ones and pink ones and....' Cindy could tell from the look of amazement on the Headmaster's face that this was not the right answer

'Ms Good, the way your mind works never ceases to amaze me, but that is not the answer I required.'

Of course, now she had it. 'Oh, I know the answer now sir! It's wrong because its filthy and disgusting and it was very bad of me to write it, sir!' Cindy should have stopped there, but as usual she couldn't help adding a little more 'I don't know what I was thinking!'

Arthur Masters was having serious difficulty controlling himself. He knew perfectly well what she had been thinking and if she said one more silly thing he was sure he wouldn't be able to stop himself laughing and that would ruin the game completely.

'Ms Good, you still don't have the correct answer but we need to press
on. Continue reading.'

Cindy decided to go for it, and putting on her best Speech and Drama voice clearly enunciated, 'Clitoris, clitoris, clitoris. Vanity leads to a fall. Pulsing steaming torrent of desire....most private orifices....'

'Very good indeed Ms Good. Most beautifully read. Your performance was a credit to the English Department.'

Cindy tingled with pleasure. At last she had done something that pleased the Headmaster!  She wanted to please him. Sometimes as she lay in bed at night she imagined ways she could get his attention. She saw herself walking onto the stage to receive an award, his hand stretched out toward her, the look of approval on his face, and then the pressure of his strong thick hand as it engulfed hers. Everyone would be watching and applauding as he looked directly into her eyes. And his rich deepvoice would vibrate through her as he said, 'Well done Ms Good. You are a credit to our school.' The rest of the fantasy was unthinkable in the light of day, because how could she possibly have fallen to her knees and done THAT to him in front of the entire school?

Cindy brought herself back to reality just in time to hear the Headmaster speaking again.

'But what I need you to explain to me, Ms Good, is what this steaming
torrent of prose has to do with the topic you were supposed to be working on.'

Cindy decided that it was time to step off the edge and tell Mr Masters
about the video. She was certain that he would understand after that.

'Well sir, it's like this. Last night I stayed late to look for a video for my Drama class. We are studying Midsummer Night's Dream next term and I thought that the girls should watch it first, so they knew the story and then we could read it together. I mean, lots of young people don't like Shakespeare because the language is so inaccessible to them but the themes are universal really and....'

Arthur sighed. If she was going to continue babbling about Shakespeare he would be forced to put her over his knee and spank her without any further preliminaries.

'Ms Good, that is quite enough. What is it that you really want to tell me?'

'Oh, sir! Promise that you won't be very angry?' Cindy blushed and looked at the Headmaster pleadingly for as long as she could before looking back down at the floor.

'Really Ms Good. You amaze me. How can I tell you how angry I will be until you tell me about the video? I am running out of patience, girl. The video!'

'It was in the workroom, sir. Tucked in behind the others. And I saw the name 'Bottom' in the title, and I thought that....'

'Ms Good. I really don't want to hear any more about you thinking that
it had anything to do with that silly play.'

'But sir....!' Cindy pleaded and looked down at her shoes.

'We both know why you watched it, Ms Good, but you are going to tell me why. You are going to tell me now and you will look at me as you do so!'

Cindy dragged her eyes up from the floor. She couldn't possibly look the Headmaster in the eye but she had to. With a supreme effort she finally met his gaze and immediately felt herself blushing as a familiar warm tingling spread through her body.

Oh shit! She was going to come! Right there standing in front of the Headmaster. How much more trouble could she possibly get herself into?

Arthur watched as Ms Good's lips opened slightly and her eyes lost focus. She was beginning to pant and her little whimpers were getting louder and more urgent. Time to assert his control.

Slap! His hand came down sharply on the leather arm of the chair.

Cindy jumped back and shivered.

'Thank you, sir,' she whispered. 'I can continue now.'

'The video was about spanking, sir. It was set in a girls' school like this one but they weren't really girls. Not schoolgirls, I mean, but they were dressed like schoolgirls with really short skirts and tight blouses. And goodness, if any of our girls dressed like that there would be trouble. If I saw a girl dressed like that, I would send her straightto you, sir....'

'Ms Good!'

'Sorry, sir,' Cindy smiled 'I'm being bad again, aren't I sir?'

'Are you ready to continue, Ms Good?'

'Well, sir, the girls had been bad and they got sent to the Headmaster and he put them over his knee and spanked them, sir. And then they promised to be good but you knew that they wouldn't really because they seemed to like it. The spanking I mean.'

'And how do you know they liked being spanked, Ms Good?'

'Oh, by the way they were wriggling around on his lap. And the things they were saying.' Cindy's voice trailed away as she slipped off into imagining herself starring in the video again.

'You need to be more explicit, Ms Good. How did they wriggle, and what did they say?'

Cindy had a wonderful idea. One that was to change her perspective on life and also give her a great deal of pleasure.

'Oh sir, I know!  I could show you instead of telling you!' She smiled triumphantly.

'Show me, Ms Good? What do you want to show me?' Arthur asked in as calm a voice as possible. He knew that it would be a mistake to sound as satisfied as he was feeling.

'Yes, sir. We can pretend that you are the Headmaster and I am a schoolgirl, or rather I can pretend to be a girl pretending to be a schoolgirl, and you can pretend to spank me and I can pretend to say the things those girls were saying!'

'Or I could just spank you.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Do you want to be spanked, Cindy?'

'Yes, please,' Cindy smiled again. She did want to be spanked. Just like the girls on the video had wanted to be spanked, and she knew that the
Headmaster would do it properly. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world!

'Very well, but there are some rules.'  Arthur was amused by Ms Good's enthusiasm. She was leaping into this with little thought, just as she did everything else.

'Of course, sir. I can follow rules, sir.'

'You will bend over my knee and keep both feet on the floor at all times. Your hands must also remain on the floor. While in this position you will tell me all the naughty things you have done and I will decide how much punishment you deserve. You will not complain or make any
demands and on no account will you use any indecent or profane language.'

'I can do all that, sir. I promise.'

Arthur knew that, like all the other girls, there was no way that Ms Good would be able to follow these rules, but it amused him to watch them try and they certainly enjoyed the challenge.

'Oh, and one more thing. Those knickers you are wearing really are appalling. Look in my desk and find something more suitable.'

Cindy obediently hurried to the desk and opened the drawer. She gasped.

'Oh, sir, these are beautiful! But how can I choose?' Cindy ran her fingers lovingly over soft silk, smooth  satin, heavy lace and fine chiffon. And the colours.  Deep red satin with black lace trim, bright pink chiffon with silk ribbon ties and the softest primrose cotton panties. Why, there were even regulation white briefs!

'Make a decision, Ms Good, and bring them here. Now!' The Headmaster sounded cross.

Cindy considered the white briefs. 'I bet that's what I am supposed to choose,' she thought as she grabbed the cream silk french knickers and ran back to the Headmaster.

'Walk, don't run, young lady,' Arthur admonished in his sternest voice. 'A very nice pair of knickers indeed. I see you have an eye for the finer things in life. Put them on.'

Cindy looked around in confusion. 'Where , sir?'

'On your bottom, you silly girl.' Arthur watched as Ms Good lost her composure once again. It was ridiculously easy to guess what turned her on but it was fascinating to see her understand it for the first time.

Cindy realised that she was going to have to change her knickers right in front of the Headmaster. How embarrassing! 'Oh, but sir....!'

'Just do it, girl.'

Cindy didn't know which would be worse, to face the Headmaster and seehim and know that he could see her cunt, or turn around and show him her bare bum. She chose neither and he was treated to the profile of her long smooth thighs and gently curved ass as she hitched up her skirt, bent to slide down her soggy bunched up thong and then straightened and pulled up the fresh silk knickers.  She couldn't help stroking the smooth silk and feeling the delicious coolness against her bottom and between her legs. She was pleased with her choice.

Arthur leaned back in his chair and watched Ms Good holding up her skirt in one hand and caressing herself with the other. Damn, the girl put on a good show! He suspected that she had more than a little streak of
exhibitionism in her.

'Straighten your skirt girl, and come here!'

Cindy wriggled and tugged at the sides of her skirt and then smoothed it
down. 'All neat and correct,' she thought to herself, as she reached around and gave her suspenders a final adjustment.

'Now, over my knee, as I instructed before. And you may begin your
confession.'

Arthur felt Ms Good's warm soft body sliding down his chest as she bent forward. The cheeky hussy! He guided her firmly to a less intimate position further down his thighs.

Cindy looked down at the carpet and had a moment of clarity. 'What the hell am I doing here?' she thought briefly before she lost herself  in the delicious sensation of the Headmaster's firm hand sliding under her knickers.

Arthur enjoyed a fine bottom more than anything else in the world and he was being presented with a very  fine bottom indeed.  He placed one hand firmly around Cindy's waist, and slid the other over the silk of he knickers feeling her bum tense as his palm glided down and his fingers brushed against the warm dampness between her clenched thighs.

'Spread your legs, Ms Good. There's a good girl.'

First one buttock, then the other was raised and lowered again as Cindy obediently opened her legs.  'The only thing finer than a pretty bottom, is a pretty bottom in motion,' Arthur thought, as he ran his fingers down to the top of a stocking and slipped them inside. Soft warm flesh pressed tightly against his palm as he spread his fingers and Cindy's hot little cunt rubbed itself against his thigh.

'Lift up a little more, Ms Good. Ah, yes. Just like that.'

As Cindy lifted her bottom even higher, the Headmaster slipped his hand around under her hip and held her firmly in place several inches away from that strong muscular thigh she had been enjoying so much. Cindy tried to wriggle back down with little success. Arthur tightened his grip and slapped Ms Good's thigh sharply.

'Stay where I put you, girl!'

'Ow!' Cindy was taken by surprise. 'Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.'

The Headmaster carefully pulled down Cindy's knickers, all the way to her knees. 'Hmm,' he thought to himself as he saw the handprint on her thigh. 'I was right. She does mark easily. I shall have to be careful not to go too far down.' Next he unhooked each suspender to give himself a nice clear surface to work on. One final adjustment to the angle of the hips and he was ready to begin.

'Well, what have you to say, Ms Good?'

'I was masturbating in the workroom, sir, ' Cindy whispered.

Whack! Whack!

'Oh shit, sir' Cindy yelped. 'And that was swearing, sir!'

Whack!

'Owwwwwww!' Cindy's foot jerked up and she reached round and grabbed her bum. 'That one really hurt!'

Arthur allowed Cindy to straighten and rub her stinging bottom. She was rather flushed and several strands of hair were falling over her eyes. 'Prettily dishevelled,' he thought. 'Lets see what she's like when she gets really warmed up! and he pushed her back down over his knee.

Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!

Cindy felt her self-control weaken with each stinging slap.

'Oh, sir!.... Ow, ow, I'm sorry! Oh, Oh, I am so bad, sir! Ouch!' Cindy's eyes were watering and her legs were frantically waving in the air as she tried to twist away from the Headmaster's merciless hand.

Arthur decided it was time to give the poor girl a break, and hoisted her
upright.

Cindy's head was reeling, and she crumpled into a heap at the Headmaster's feet. Her mind was not working very well and all she knew was that his shoe was a smooth cool pillow for her burning face.

Arthur left her there for a few moments, letting her collect her thoughts before stroking her hair and saying soothingly, 'There, there. No need to grovel at my feet, Ms Good. Come and rest your head on my knee for a little while.'

As the Headmaster helped Cindy off the floor, he noticed that her face was almost as red as her bottom. She was still panting, or was she sobbing? He stroked her burning face and, yes, there were large tears rolling slowly down her cheeks. Had he been too severe?

Cindy felt the Headmaster's firm fingers gently push the hair away from her eyes. She turned her face to kiss the smooth, strong hand and felt herself floating in a warm calm sea. She heard a soft voice from over the sea, like the wind murmuring in the acacia branches. 'This is what you wanted....this is what you have been dreaming of!'  Cindy sighed and sank into her acceptance.

We can continue now if you please, sir.'

You want more?' The Headmaster was pleased.

'I need a little more if you don't mind, that is?'

Arthur looked down at Ms Good's blissful smile and was amazed by the transformation. Even though he had seen it happen to many girls it still amazed him. He was glad to be able to help them.

Cindy bent over the Headmaster's knee again, remembering to tilt her bottom as high as she could.

'Any further and you will go head over heels, girl!' Arthur moved Ms Good into a more sustainable position, a little lower, a little closer, and with his supporting hand a little further under her body.
 

Whack!

Cindy jerked forward and encountered the pleasant sensation of the Headmaster's large, strong fingers against her clitoris.

'Ooooooh! Again, sir!'

Whack!
Whack!
Whack!

Cindy humped the Headmasters thigh trying to work his  fingers in harder and deeper as his other hand was punishing her bottom, sending delicious  streams of pain down her legs and up her spine.

Arthur was getting extremely aroused himself as the rhythm of Ms Good's hip against his cock increased in tempo. As he watched her hungry little arse pumping up and down he couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have it wrapped around his cock.  It would be hot and tight and she would beg him to fuck it harder. He could hear her panting and screaming as she pushed back, taking it all inside her, desperately fucking herself with it until he pushed her down and....

Enough! Arthur pulled himself together. That could wait. It was important to keep his mind on the job at hand. He tried to move Ms Good to reduce the pulsing of  her frantic body against his cock. Unfortunately the only effect was to increase the pressure on her clitoris and her determination to take all his fingers inside her. A dangerous pressure was building in his balls and threatening to surge upwards and out of control. Time for decisive measures.
 

Whack!

'Bad, bad girl!'

Whack!

'You are a wicked little slut and this is what you deserve!' Cindy felt the Headmaster's hard fingers thrust deep into her cunt, as he delivered the final blows.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

'Oh, god yes! Oh, shit! That's so good!....Ohhhh.....!

Ms Good slumped over Arthur's knee as he slowly removed his fingers and checked that his wrist was not broken. At least it was a distraction from his throbbing cock. That would have to wait until he had finished with Ms Good's lesson.

'Up you come, Ms Good. Time to make yourself decent again and get some work done!'

'Oh, sorry sir. Of course, my Unit Standard. I had better get started on it, hadn't I, sir?' Cindy quickly pulled up her panties and headed for
the door.

'Indeed,  Ms Good,' Arthur said as sternly as he could. 'But you can't go out looking like that!'

Cindy blushed. Her skirt was still hitched up to her waist and her suspenders were dangling from the tops of her stockings.

'Not quite the standard of dress we expect at Royston Hall, is it, Ms Good? the Headmaster reminded her. You still have a lot to learn. Come here!'

Cindy felt her knees trembling as she slowly walked back and stood in front of the Headmaster.

'Turn around, girl!

Arthur pulled down Ms Good's knickers again and  looked at her bright red bottom with pride. He had done a good job there and she would be feeling it for hours to come. He stroked her bottom gently before carefully pulling up her stockings and fastening  the suspenders.

'You may turn around now, Ms Good.'

'My knickers, sir,' Cindy blushed. 'Can I pull them up now, sir?'

'Certainly, girl. And straighten that skirt!'

Cindy quickly wriggled her knickers up, pulled her skirt down and stood in front of the Headmaster for his approval.

'Much better. Now I expect you to finish your writing and bring it to me
on Monday evening. I expect you to make a good job of it, too!'

'Oh yes, sir. You will be pleased with it, sir. I promise!'

Cindy was confident that the Headmaster would reward her if she did well. She knew that he would be pleased with her work.

'You may go now, Ms Good. And remember, walk don't run!'

'Oh yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Sorry for being so much trouble, sir.' Cindy tried not to giggle, as she realised that she had just curtsied to the Headmaster.

As  she walked decorously to the door she heard the Headmaster say, 'By the way, Ms Good. That simile. It's 'as tight as a virgin arse' and if you are very good girl, one day I might teach you what that means.'

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