Cheating Consequence

“I suppose it is only right,” she said to him.  

“Right and justified,” he told her.  

“But it wasn’t my crime, it was my daughter’s crime. She did the cheating.”   

“But I’m not allowed to do anything but expel her. And if I do that, she will never find another school to take her.” 

“So, let me ask you a clear question, headmaster,” she paused and took a deep breath. “If I do as you ask, she won’t be expelled, her grade will stand, and no one will ever know she cheated?”  

“That is correct.”  

“And to follow it up, how will I be punished?” 

“You are a mature lady. I will be putting you across my legs and spanking your bottom. I shall follow that up with 24 swots of the strap and six strokes of cane.” 

“You are not any different to the headmistress when I was sent to this school.” A wistful tone in her voice. 

“I wasn’t aware you went to this school.” 

  Sienna Smyth-Taylor gave the principal a little smile. “Yes, it was an all-girl school then. Had I not attended and had such a good education and a wonderful time my   Theresa would not be here. I didn’t want her in a mix school. Her father insisted.”  

  “So, who was the head teacher, Jenna Crabtree?” 

  “Old Crabby grabby, as we used to call her, yes.”  

  Benjamin Johnson suppressed his smile at the nickname. He intended to spank this delicious plump middle-aged woman before him and losing his serious look would compromise that ambition. He had heard stories of the former leader of the school and her tendencies towards older pupils, but reputations tend to get sullied over time. “She was extremely strict I’m told. There are still a few of the teachers left that served under her leadership.” 

  “She was as strict with them as with us, especially the pretty ones.”  

  “Then she must have been super strict with you.”  

  “Mr Johnson, are you telling me I’m pretty.”  

  He blushed, caught out on his back handed compliment. 

  “She was strict with me. I lost count how many times my skirt and panties came off for her in my last years at this school.”  

  Benjamin felt his heat rise. His intention was to bare her bottom, though he wasn’t going to until he had gotten her in a submissive state to accept it. Perhaps, he didn’t have to wait. She expected it. “So, you know what to expect,” he said as nonchalantly as he could.  

 “I do.” She shifted her weight around in the chair. “But I suppose there is no time like now. Unless of course you would like me to do something else to make up for her.” 

  “We’ll start then.”   

  Her skirt, tight around her hips but flouncing outwards, took a twist and a shimmy to open and send down her legs revealing her stockings topped with a suspended belt. Small, thin expensive panties covered her large derrière. Not bothering to cover her modesty she asked, “so where do you want me?” 

  “Definitely across my legs,” he replied openly looking at her gusset.  

  She hesitated, “I’d prefer to be over the desk, headmaster.”  

  “The knees are a little more intimate, but either way.” He had a thought, “if you want to go over the desk, I will bare your bottom.”  

  “I never doubted that headmaster,” she spat out at him. Stretching across the desk till her hands gripped the other side she parted her feet twelve inches and lifted her rear skyward by dipping her back. She had never forgot the position Crabby grabby instilled.  

  Benjamin took in the vision. The curve, the hills, the tightness. The line of the legs, the way the panties clung in all the right places: Everywhere.  

  Doubt crept up on him like an asteroid. Since that first time she had bought the nine-year-old girl to the school he had wanted the woman bent so wantonly across his desk. He had been polite, obsequious, never flirting with her while holding that secret desire. All those years of thinking impossible thoughts that could never be lived. Yet here was a dream in reality.  

  All he could do was stare. His limbs seized.  

  Standing behind her the statue watched her buttocks clench and flicker with impatience. She turned her head and looked at him out the corner of her eye. Crabby grabby used to do the same. She would stare trying to make you break and ask. Make you hope she was feeling grace or doubt. Once you asked, Crabby would double your punishment, using it as an excuse for the grabby.  

  He willed his body to move. His finger ends twitched. His hand stretched. Finally, he crossed the gap till he stood at her side. Looking down at her curve, the bridge her panties made across the voluptuous valley.  

  Placing his hand on her panties he felt the high quality of the cotton, soft under his touch and the firm mound beyond. He heard the air being sucked into her and her flesh tightened and relaxed under his touch. For the first time in reality, his hand moved away and returned. The splat of his hand felt good on her panties. He struck the other side, harder feeling the compression of the buttock. That felt even better. Ever since she had agreed to his suggestion, his penis had been aroused and now it was fully erect, pressing into him under pressure from his tight y-fronts. 

  Twice more, full compression of her buttock each time. A red hue appearing outside the pantie line. He was ready. Bravery rising catching up with the desire. His hand hovering above the thin line of elastic that bordered between boyhood and maturity.  

  His hand landed on each cheek again. The urge was too great. She expected it, he told himself. With just his fingertips inserted inside the delicate line he gently pulled.  

  Sienna let a tiny moan leave her. She had forgotten the delight of submission. Marriage had treated her well, Augustus Taylor was an excellent husband, worked wonders for the insurance company and was well paid for his magic plus many large bonuses through the year. He was gentle and kind, leaving the undignified and sordid side of sex with the whores she knew he took. The animal was satisfied with them and not her. He could not do such things with his wife and mother of his child. At first this disturbed her greatly, but her mother had told her some truths. That the men of his class would do this, and she should be thankful that he could afford the best and the cleanest. That her father was the same. “We are ladies,” Mrs Smythe told her, “We have sex for babies and nothing more. Your husband will expect you to take a lover if you need to. I did. We use discretion, my darling.”  

 Benjamin finally lowered her panties till they stretched right across her knees. The pink cheeks, the deep inlay between magnificent mounds, legs parted and the glory of her vagina fully on show. He wanted to stand behind her, his penis fully inserted, and he wanted her to feel his glorious pleasure explode. His dreams of her had not prepared him for this. 

 He had to spank her. He had to spank her hard. To feel that beautiful flesh, change the colour and make it his. To hold this experience forever.  

  He slapped her cheeks. Slowly moving from one to another. Leaving his hand on her flesh before drawing it back for another stinging strike. After six such strikes, he looked at her face for the first time since she had stretched over the desk. Her mouth open, her tongue lingering on her lower lip, as his hand struck, her mouth moved into a wince, eyes shut. They open again as his hand is placed on the other fleshy cheek. An eye that looks full of water. 

  Sienna was in pain. His hand was hard, landing hard. A groping hand but not in pleasure just a prerequisite to more pain. The pain of the past. The pain that once led her to pleasure. The pleasure that made the pain good pain. Anticipated pain not wanted but wanted. Caught in the confusion, basking in the sunshine burning her body.  

  He had been spanking her for two minutes. His hand was stinging. Her rear was burnished red. He touched with his fingertips, feeling the ripples he had bought to her flesh. He ran his finger inwards to the crevasse, feeling inside, the softness, down, further down. He wanted to stop. He felt he should. To go where his finger was heading was wrong. A step too far. But he could not stop. He had to take that step. Bugger the promise. His finger circled her anus and moved closer. Just a brief stop, as if his finger needed to be given the instruction, before Slipping between her lips. He found a welcome reception, his finger sank right in. This had been in his fantasy. A dream that took over and he fucked her with his finger. 

  Just like grabby, Sienna thought, though not as expert as grabby was. She would give him another minute before she stopped him. It was not repulsive, she enjoyed being touched and it had been a few months since Augustus had shown any interest, and she had never taken a male lover as her mother had suggested. The twice she had tried, one had the inexperience to fully satisfy or had no wish too, the other only seemed interested in her status and her cash – so after a fumble and a kiss, she removed him from her life. Her friends were all she needed, and Augustus would soon desire her again. 

 “Mr Johnson,” she said, “Would you like something more?” 

 “Yes. Yes, I would.” 

 “Sit in your chair,” she said pushing her body up from the desk.  

 He pulled his finger out from her. Moved around the desk and sat in his chair. 

 She let her panties fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Moving round to his side of the desk, she span his chair, so he was facing her. The look was similar to her first lover, “Do you want to see my breasts headmaster?”  

He nodded.  

She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. Pulling it open and, pleased she had chosen a front opening bra, unclipped her bra. She shimmed her shoulders, “Do you like them?”  

He nodded. Vigorously. 

She smiled, dropping to her knees, she reached up to his trousers. “Oh, headmaster, you do like what you see,” she said feeling the tightness in his trousers. He was breathing heavy as she opened his trousers up and lowered his pants till the elastic slipped under his tighten balls. She lifted her head towards the tip. She masturbated him; he was so hard. He ejaculated over her face before she could put his cock into her mouth.  

“You were excited,” she told him as she wiped her face on his handkerchief.  

“Sorry,” he said. “I am not experienced. It is difficult in my position.”  

She looked at his face and she knew. “Have you ever had sex before?”  

He looked down. His head shook giving her the impression his body was answering for him. “Just a very long time,” he muttered.  

“Ok,” she said. “Would you like me to come back tomorrow. You can finish my punishment and after you cane me you can penetrate me. If you promise that you will never say a word, and my girl will never suffer any consequences for her bad behaviour.”  

“Of course.” 

She slid her skirt back up, tucking in her blouse. “I will see you tomorrow, headmaster.” She blew him a kiss as she opened the door.  

“Goodbye Mrs Smyth-Taylor.”