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clearly in each of them. When he spoke the
warning contained in his words was all too clear.
"A little insurance in case you should, at some future, date
seek to betray me. The staff and the newspapers would have a field
day with you if they were to receive these."
He replaced the camera in the holdall and pulled out a
multi-stranded lash before walking slowly over to stand in front of
the kneeling woman. The tall headmaster towered over the cringing
girl, exerting his power and authority over the slightly built
young woman, his erect cock level with her face.
Her eyes flicked back and forth from the engorged head of his
enormous cock to the long leather strands of the lash. Her
nervousness and fear of both items clearly showed in her
expression, but his cock held a fascination all of its own for
her.
"Now slut, you will suck my cock. You will do it well and with
pleasure and you will please me or suffer. Is that
clear?"
She swallowed hard and nodded.
"But...I've never...well, done that sort of thing
before."
He chuckled.
"It seems then that you are doomed to suffer much this
evening."
She whimpered and cowered back, her buttocks now resting on
her heels.
"The lesson for tonight," he said evenly, "is respect and you
will now refer to me during training sessions as
'Master'."
"Okay," she said easily.
The move was so fast that she had no time to react and to try
to avoid it. His arm rose and then fell in a savage overhead lash
of the strap, his hand passing over her head and the strap swinging
down onto her buttocks from above. The tails of the strap stung in
multiple agonies on her backside, each of them introducing a
separate burning pain of their own.
"I said, call me master!"
"Yes," she blurted, stunned by the sudden pain,
"Master."
He grunted his approval.
"Now suck me, slut."
She leaned forward, craning her neck and closing her eyes, she
pouted her lips and kissed the tip of his cock, shuddering in
revulsion as she did so.
The headmaster swung down with the strap to land a cruel lash
of the leather strands on her presented buttocks, some of the
strands whipping down onto her exposed pussy lips.
The woman yelped and recoiled, her face a mask of pained
confusion.
"I said suck not kiss, you disrespectful little
whore."
This time she was more eager, her head dipped in, her mouth
open wide and covered the head of his cock with her soft lips. She
whimpered her revulsion and disgust but maintained the grip with
her lips for fear of another hard lash from him.
Again he lashed her, hard overhead swings of the strap that
slapped hard against her firm buttocks and her soft puffy pussy
lips.
Her mouth slid further down his thick shaft in a greedy
sucking to avoid further pain, her head bobbed back and forth in a
natural oral stimulation. Her lips gripped around his shaft and her
tongue worked to rub the sensitive underside of his cock at the
same time.
"Better, bitch," he moaned and half-closed his eyes as the
warm, wet mouth enveloped his pulsing shaft.
The harder he lashed her the more greedily she sucked; her
mouth working like a ravenous animal in an effort to please. Faster
the pace increased, both his lashing and her sucking, the woman
began to moan in pleasure as she became accustomed to the taste of
hot cock. Her backside reddened under the thrashing, the pain
giving way to the warm sensations of sexual pleasure that only pain
can bring. Hungrily she devoured his hard member; slurping noises
punctuated by little sighs of delight came from her as her soft
mouth pleasured her master.
As he built he moaned constantly, thrusting his hips to meet
her welcoming mouth and to force his cock further down the slut's
throat.
"I will soon come," the headmaster muttered, "maintain your
position so that I shoot onto your mouth or it will be the worst
for you should you move."
The woman hesitated.
"Oh God not that, please not that," she said as a muffled plea
with the cock still in her mouth.
She shuddered and