Sexy Skye and Master

I am angry! I'm Dr John Bottomley PhD BDSM DipCP, Headmaster of St Modesta's Special Boarding School for Young Ladies and I've just been woken up late at night to deal with Skye, one of my Year 12 students. It seems that young Skye's been caught out of bounds in the local park having mutual oral sex with a boy from St Lecher's, the neighbouring boy's school. She's been marched back in disgrace and she's been handed over to Mistress Amanda, the Senior Dormitory Mistress. Mistress Amanda has called me and I've ordered Skye to report to my study immediately. I haven't even had time to get dressed properly so all I'm wearing is the brief black satin robe I've hastily thrown on. I've quickly prepared my study for what seems highly likely to be a disciplinary session.

I'm reading Skye's dreadful conduct record when there's a knock on the door. Skye's sweet face peeps around the corner, eyes wide with innocence, but looking a little nervous as she glances up at the beautifully lettered sign with my name on the Headmaster's study door. "Come in, Skye." Skye too has obviously dressed in a hurry and is wearing a blue satin mini-robe decorated with teddy bears and crescent moons. Her robe is really very cute and is almost as short as mine. I point to the chair in the middle of my study. "Sit down, Skye! And put your hands on your head!"

Obeying meekly, Skye starts to talk quickly. She claims she's done nothing wrong and offers all manner of excuses. Harshly, I cut her short. "Skye! I'm really very angry at being dragged out at this time of night to deal with you once again. And it's only a bare two days since youwere caught copying your private parts on the school library photocopier! But despite your appalling record, I'm going to give you a fair go, even though you don't deserve it. I'm going to let you get in first with your version of what happened tonight. But I warn you! It had better be the truth! OK now, what's this all about and who was the boy?"

Skye starts off with a lot of obvious nonsense, so I cut her short once again. "Look Skye, I want that boy's name!" Skye evades the question, but when she sees my anger increasing, she caves in and admits it was Jamie Simpson.

I'm trying to press her further about this Jamie Simpson when there comes another knock at my study door. This time it's Miss Christine, the school receptionist. "Sorry to interrupt Sir, but this letter's just come in from St Lecher's and I know you'll want to see it straight away." "Thanks, Christine. Let's see it."

I scan it quickly. It's a letter from the Headmaster of St Lecher's, giving me the full story. It was one of his Masters who caught Skye with this boy. And he photographed them as well! The boy has already been subjected to CBT and interrogation. He has confessed all. And it's all in this letter! And the boy is Dick Hardbar, not Jamie Simpson! Worse still, attached to the letter is a photocopy found on Dick Hardbar. It bears the mark of my school library photocopier and it shows Skye's genitals, together name Skye framed by a heart. And the photocopy's an exact match of the print Miss Christine found jammed in the photocopier yesterday.

"Thank you Christine. Now Skye, stand up! Turn round and bend over! Panties down to your knees! Now bend right down and touch your toes! Quickly now!"

Bending over and lifting her robe, Skye exposes black lace panties! What's this! Black lace on a schoolgirl! And red fishnet stockings as well! I start to explode in wrath. Skye's been in trouble before for wearing lewd lingerie in the dormitory. But I'll deal with that later. My more immediate concern is that photocopy.

Skye lowers her panties and bends down to touch the floor. Standing close, I hold the photocopy beside her exposed genitals and compare. The match is perfect!

"Right, Skye! Panties up! And stand to attention!"

But Skye denies that the photocopy is of her! Talking fast, she has every excuse in the world. And all of them are absurd. She even insists that Dick had told her his name was Jamie! What rubbish! She knows everyone in that entire school rugby team! And intimately too, the little slut!

But I've made up my mind. My anger rising rapidly, I interrupt Skye. "Skye! I'm not going to listen to any more of your nonsense! Prepare yourself for punishment! Now nothing's worked before, so this time you're really in for it. I want you to know what lies ahead so when your pain feels unbearable you know that there's worse still to come!"

Silent at last, Skye looks at me uncertainly. I continue, speaking with quiet menace.

"You're going to get a sound spanking, just to warm you up and give you a bright rosy glow. I'm going to touch up the glow with the strap! And then it'll be six of the VERY best with the cane! And then I'm going to do something I once did at a boy's school and I've never yet done to a girl. I'm going to thrash you with the carpet beater!"

Skye is plainly horrified. She starts to protest, but I ignore her and continue.

"You'll then go and get what sleep you can. Make sure you have a good breakfast in the morning because you're going to need it! At Morning Assembly in the School Hall, come forward when your name is called out and mount the stage. The stage lights will be turned up full. The Head Prefect will remove your skirt and panties and strap you down over the whipping horse on the stage. In front of the whole school, I will then give you another six of the best with the cane, this time without any warm-up at all. It will hurt like hell over your carpet beating, but that's your problem! And then you will be thrashed once again with the carpet beater! When that's over, you'll be taken down from the horse, led outside and put in the stocks beside the playground. You'll be in the stocks FOR THE WHOLE DAY, including lunchtime. You'll be given one minute's exercise every hour and you'll then be allowed to drink from a bowl on the ground. If you need to relieve yourself, you'll have to do it publicly into the bucket that'll be at your feet all day."

Looking desperate, Skye starts pleading frantically. She even offers sexual temptations that I find extremely hard to resist! But somehow I suppress my natural urges and remain firm.

"No, Skye! There's no escape! I'm really going to make an example of you this time and your bare bottom's going to be on display all day to the entire school."

Skye makes a final bid to wrest the initiative from her Headmaster. Looking down, she boldly says "Ooh Sir! I can see your willy!"

She reaches forward. But before the situation gets completely out of hand, I sternly order "Skye! Down over my knee! Quickly now!"

Skye refuses, but it's no use. I pull her down across my lap and raise her robe.

"Skye! What's this? Black lace panties! You've been in trouble before for having unapproved lingerie in the dormitory, haven't you! Well, down they come!"

I move my hand over Skye's beautifully curved bare bottom for several seconds while I mentally select the area to be spanked. Then I start. Soft, slow slaps at first, punctuated with lots of stroking, occasionally letting my fingertips stray lightly to her exposed pussy and anus. Yes, that cheeky little junior schoolgirl of a few years ago has indeed blossomed into one VERY attractive young woman! And one of my Headmasterly perks is to admire the lovely view in situations such as this.

I spank Skye with increasing force. She yells louder and wriggles more. My cock hardens and her panties slip to her ankles. Reaching down, I slip her panties right off. I now spread her thighs wide apart, one on each side of my knee. She is now much more accessible to my teasing caresses in between the stinging slaps of my hand.

I place my slaps carefully over Skye's bottom, gradually bringing up a beautifully even pink glow. Skye's struggles have caused her robe to slip up further, exposing the bottom edge of a garment which I can immediately see is most definitely not approved for dormitory wear.

"Skye! Stand up!" Skye rises from my knee and her hands automatically go to her burning bottom. "Skye! Remove your robe!" But the headstrong young miss doesn't want to, so I have to force her to take it off. Looking half guilty and half defiant, Skye stands before me clad only in a tiny see-through black top with spaghetti straps over the shoulders. It only comes down barely as far as her crotch, but its length is irrelevant because everything she has is fully visible through the wispy fabric. Skye looks fabulously sexy in this outfit, but of course as Headmaster I have to take strong action.

"Skye! How dare you wear that! Now take it straight off and put something decent on!" Skye meekly removes her flimsy top while I pull a tartan skirt out of my bottom drawer. It's part of the new school uniform that's with me for approval. Only 30 cm long, this sample skirt is far too short for a senior girl (and a grown woman!) like Skye, but at least it's slightly more respectable than the boudoir bait she's just removed.

Skye puts on the skirt. Actually, it fits her very nicely and with her breasts completely bare and her cheeks just peeping out behind, she looks absolutely gorgeous in it. I try to re-focus my mind on my duty, not easy with my cock still hard.

Come on, Skye! Back over my knee!" And I resume her spanking. I'm now striking hard and her rosy glow is becoming more intense. Skye nearly slips off my lap and asks do I mind if she holds on.

"That's OK, Skye! Of course you can." And the cheeky girl reaches back and grasps my cock firmly! This of course poses a slight problem in professional ethics, but it feels so good, especially when she wriggles, that I don't let the ethical aspects bother me too much.

My hand becomes slightly numb so I take a break. Skye stands while I fetch the fur covered strap and then she lies across my knee once again. I alternate between caressing Skye with the soft fur and whacking her hard. Skye writhes on my lap, making sure my cock stays hard. Finally I'm satisfied with the appearance of Skye's bare bottom and I stop to admire my handiwork. The glow is now a deep rose and I'm proud to have got it so beautifully even. Skye has now been fully prepared for the next stage of her punishment.

"Righto Skye, stand up! It's time for you to be caned. Six of the very best! And you're going to assist in the administration of your own caning! For a start, pile up those pillows on the bed and then lie over them."

Skye carefully arranges the pillows and obediently lies over them, her head down and her red bottom high in the air.

I take up my ruler and a piece of blackboard chalk. "Now Skye, hold still while I mark out my target area. Great accuracy with every stroke of the cane is essential when the carpet beater is to follow."

I lay my ruler across Skye's buttocks, and slowly and firmly run the chalk right across her. The chalk drops down into the cleft between Skye's buttocks, and Skye squirms as it runs slowly across her dainty little rosebud. The chalk doesn't leave a strong mark so I have to repeat it. Again Skye squirms when the chalk teases her arsehole. I shift the ruler and move down to the next line. And the next. The last three all run across her pussy, pouting so invitingly between her thighs. And again I have to make several passes to mark the line clearly. Finally Skye bears six evenly spaced lines across her bare bottom.

"Your next duty is to tell me when you're ready to be caned, Skye. And then you will ask me to deliver the first stroke. I will then cane you. When you've recovered, you will count the stroke out aloud and thank me for it. And then you will ask for the second stroke. And so on, through to six."

I take hold of my favourite cane and I indulge in a couple of vigorous practice swishes. Skye winces at the sound. "If you're ready to begin, Skye, say so!"

"I'm ready to be caned, Sir. Please give me the first stroke!" Skye is speaking very quietly now.

I lay the cane along one of the middle lines on Skye's bottom, right in the middle of her sweet spot. I tap her buttocks gently several times. Then, with a flick of the wrist, I lift and strike, bouncing the cane up in the air again. Perfect! Right on target! Skye yelps, squirms, and settles down again quite quickly. She's accustomed to being caned.

"One! Thank you, Sir!" And then, after a pause, "Please Sir, may I have the next stroke!"

Taking my time, I move the cane to an outer line, I aim carefully and strike again, this time a little harder. Again a perfect strike! I keep the ritual slow and deliberate, with lots of tapping to get my aim dead straight, followed by a crisp strike. I take great pride in seeing them all land perfectly, confirming my accuracy with the cane. Eventually, I deliver the last.

"Six! Ooh! Thank you Sir!" Skye is much more subdued now.

"Stand up, Skye! And move over here. Now watch while I demonstrate. Taking up the heavy cane carpet-beater, I move to the edge of the bed, turn about, and pace out my run-up. Turning around, I run three paces to the bed and launch a practice strike with full force onto the pillows.

"Now Skye, you've got some idea of what will be going on behind you while you're being thrashed. I'm going to have one more practice strike and then you'll be on the bed with your bare bottom up high to take all I can give you!"

I measure out my run-up again and turn to face the bed. I can't see Skye behind me as I wind up, but I'm confident that by now she must surely be absolutely terrified! Swinging the carpet beater ferociously overhead, I run up and strike the pillows with full force for the second time.

But before I can recover from the fiercely heavy blow I've landed with the carpet beater, I suddenly hear movement behind me. Before I can look around, Skye has leapt on me from behind and seized me! Caught right off balance, I'm bodily thrown onto the bed. Skye lands on top of me and we struggle briefly. In the scramble, I find Skye's genitals wriggling against my face. It is wonderfully erotic feeling but I don't have time to savour this delicious experience. Skye has overpowered me very quickly. I protest, but in vain. Skye simply laughs at my attempts to regain the initiative. I suddenly escape and dash for the door. But I never make it. Quick as a cat, Skye pounces and drags me back onto the bed.

"Skye! What do you think you're doing! Let me go! You can't do this to the Headmaster!"

"Oh yes I can!" Skye is all sweetness and confidence. This situation is intolerable and indeed ominous. As Headmaster I must regain my authority immediately. I make another attempt to escape and just as quickly I'm overpowered again.

This time Skye drags me by my hair over to the split bench and forces me to mount it and lie along it with my genitals overhanging at one end. This is utterly humiliating! The end of the bench pushes back against my erect cock and forces it straight downwards. With my thighs spread and my knees down on the lower seats, my entire genital area is opened right up and exposed to my tormentor. And it's already obvious that she isn't going to spare me.

Skye buckles me down to the table with heavy leather straps and then ropes me down as well. I'm now totally immobilised. Worse still, I'm humiliatingly exposed in a manner that is extremely undignified for the Headmaster.

Physical struggle has failed. Asserting my authority has failed. So I now try cajoling Skye. But I'm wasting my breath, as she now begins to spank my bare bottom -- hard!

I yell loudly. I try to struggle but my bonds hold me tight. Skye spanks me hard and often, punctuating her slaps with remarks about how she and the other girls have long wanted to do this to me. But spanking's only the start! And there's plenty more to come, says Skye, enjoying my humiliation immensely.

Skye takes a break, toying lightly with my dangling cock and balls. Hey! That's really great! I murmur with pleasure. But my pleasure's all too brief. Skye resumes spanking me, harder than before. Wow! Can she hit! I roar as my poor bottom really begins to burn. Skye's only response is to laugh cheerily. The sadistic creature's enjoying this! As soon as I get out of this fix she'll find herself in the stocks for at least a week! But for the moment I'm trapped and I can't see any escape in sight.

Skye takes another break and amuses herself with more erotic fondling, keeping me rock hard. Then she has the nerve to experiment on MY bottom with MY best strap! And MY paddle too, as she plays with my personal collection of discipline implements. I warn Skye of the terrible trouble she's getting herself into, but she just laughs and passes impudent comments on the vivid colour of my taut bottom and on the appearance of my genitals swinging below.

Skye picks up my phone and I hear her saying something about an electrical fuse. I demand to know what's going on, but she just giggles and says I'll find out soon enough.

"Now, you won't run away, will you!" coos Skye sweetly as she heads out of my study. As if I could, bound to the split bench like this! And my arsehole and genitals are pointing straight at the wide open door! I call to Skye, begging her please to close my study door. But only laughter comes back from the corridor. Hell! What to do now? But there's absolutely nothing I can do but wait. And wait!

It seems like half an hour, but I guess it was really only a minute or two. To my immense relief no-one else passed by, seeing me in this highly embarrassing position.

Then Skye returns. She's still clad only in that tiny tartan skirt and red fishnet stockings, and her pretty breasts are still bare. But there's one BIG difference! She's now wearing a monstrous strap-on dildo! It's a huge, erect, flesh coloured and frighteningly lifelike penis complete with veins, and it juts obscenely out from Skye's crotch! Oh my God! What on earth is she going to do to me with THAT! Transfixed with horror, I watch as Skye advances towards me, her awesome cock swaying ahead of her as she approaches my face.

Smiling confidently down at me, Skye slips a condom onto her mighty cock. Hey! It looks like she really means business! No! Surely she wouldn't dare! Not to the Headmaster! Oh yes, she would! Oh God! She really IS going to fuck me!

I try to turn my face away, but Skye grabs my hair and brutally pulls me where she wants me, thrusting her cock against my mouth and ordering me to suck her cock. Defiantly, I keep my mouth closed. Then comes a terrible whack on my bottom! Strap? Paddle? I don't know. But I involuntarily open my mouth to yell and in surges Skye's cock!

It's huge! It fills my mouth and penetrates my throat. I start to gag, but Skye withdraws and thrusts in again. She fucks my mouth vigorously. I try to plead for her to stop but with my mouth full of cock I can only mumble incoherently. My hair is still held painfully tight, so there's no escape! Every thrust goes right up to the point where I start to gag, and then she withdraws -- and thrusts in yet again! My God that cock is huge!

Suddenly I hear a male voice! Horrified, I realise Skye and I are not the only people in the room! With Skye gripping my hair with both hands and with her colossal cock deep in my mouth, I can't turn my head to look, but out of the corner of my eye I see a workman in overalls, apparently an electrician carrying a box of tools.

He scans the scene in front of him with some surprise. Skye tells him the fuse is in the far corner down near the floor and he heads there. Pulling out his mobile phone he makes a call and I hear snatches of the conversation.

I hear him say "Yes mate, I'll be on my way soon -- it's not a big job. But I thought this was supposed to be a school. It's a fuckin' brothel, mate! You should see what's goin' on! This chick's got this naked bloke tied down and she's got this great cock strapped on her and she's fuckin' his mouth as hard as she can go! I tell ya mate, ya seen nothin' like it!"

At the end of the next withdrawal stroke of Skye's cock, I wrench my head as far as I can and the big cock slips out of my mouth. Quickly I yell for help!

"Hey mate! Help me will you! I'm the Headmaster here, and everything's got way out of hand! Grab her, will you, and untie me! Come on, fella, give a mate a hand, will you!"

But he just grins, enjoying my desperate situation while he salaciously passes further details to his colleague on the phone. I plead even more desperately while he finishes his job, packs up and starts to head out.

"Mate! Help me! Please! For God's sake don't leave me like this!"

Suddenly, everything happens at once and my pleading is abruptly cut off. Another colossal whack lands on my taut tail! Instinctively I start to yell but immediately I find myself gagging as Skye's thick cock plunges straight down to my tonsils. Aaargh! I struggle desperately against my bonds, but I'm trapped on the bench, completely at Skye's pleasure.

The electrician leaves the room. Withdrawing her cock from my mouth, Skye examines my burning arse and decides my colour needs a touch up. Enthusiastically Skye spanks me again, hitting harder than ever. Oow! And OW again! That really stings! And then comes the strap again.

But now I can hear someone else behind me. I crane to see who it is. It's young Amy, a classmate of Skye's and partner in some of her many breaches of School Regulations. Amy is carrying a camera and she and Skye are wickedly giggling together. What on earth are these two up to now? Sharply, I order Amy to release me. But she looks at Skye and then they both laugh outright at me. They're obviously enjoying my humiliation hugely. With a wicked tone in her voice, Skye tells me that they're going to take some photos for the School Magazine. What! How dare they even THINK of such a thing!

I blast these two impudent girls for daring to talk about their Headmaster like this. But they just couldn't care less. They have me in their power and they're obviously getting a huge kick from it! Amy's about to snap some photos of my blazing posterior, but Skye wants still more colour in the picture, so I'm forced to suffer still more spanking. While Amy moves around me, peering straight up my arse and seeking the best camera angles, Skye teases me by lifting Amy's skirt behind. Well at least Amy's wearing school regulation panties! Not that that will save her of course when I settle up with her later!

Skye grabs my favourite cane and lines it up across my bottom, taking careful aim. Oh no! She wouldn't dare take the cane to her Headmaster! But yes, she does! She delivers several swift strokes. Yow-eee!! They really hurt, and I let the world know!

Howling with pain, I'm conscious of the photo flash going off. That young wretch Amy really IS taking photos of her Headmaster's predicament! I order her out of my study, but she and Skye just laugh merrily at me. These two are really having tremendous fun! And at my expense!

Skye grabs other disciplinary implements from my study wall and experiments with them on my poor bottom. She runs the stiff bristles of the hairbrush over my balls. As soon as I start to squirm with pleasure, Skye whacks my arse with the back of the brush, I leap and yell in pain, the photo flash fires again and both girls break out in giggles.

Skye toys further with my genitals while Amy takes more photos. They're sure this year's School Magazine will be a best seller! Not if I can help it, it won't. But there's nothing I can do about it right now.

Removing her strap-on cock, Skye wants to take me downstairs to show me off to the Mistresses and to take more photos. She stands back and views me critically. She thinks my crimson bottom's fading a bit and needs a special touch-up before we go downstairs. So it's more spanking (God, she DOES hit hard!) and then a few whacks with whatever comes readily to hand from my disciplinary equipment collection.

At last Skye's satisfied. "Come on, now Sir! It's SHOW TIME!" she cheerily taunts me as she releases me from the bench at last and whips off my robe, leaving me completely naked. Skye buckles my wrists in leather cuffs and fastens them behind my back. Then she buckles a leather collar around my neck. And then she binds a cord tightly around my genitals, taking a few extra turns around each of my balls, separating them neatly. My swollen cock points the way ahead and, trussed up like this, my balls now protrude forward also. Skye fastens a lead to my collar, grasps my cock firmly and leads me out of the room. I resist of course, but it's hopeless. My embarrassment at being seen by my staff in this situation, naked and bound, is overcome by my relief at the immediate prospect of release. I ask Mistress Raven to release me and to help me grab Skye and Amy. But Mistress Raven is slow to respond. I snap at her to jump to it. Then, to my horror, it dawns on me that she's enjoying the sight of her Headmaster in this predicament! Recognising my danger, I exert my full authority and order to her to assist me. But she sides with Skye and actually helps Skye force me along the corridor and downstairs. Absolutely anyone could see me here! Things are now getting really out of hand.

Skye and Mistress Raven force me into the Staff Common Room. Miss Christine the receptionist is there. Christine is obviously very interested and amused at my plight. Oh God, this is hideously embarrassing!

But Skye and Mistress Raven herd me towards the outside door, forcing me into the school courtyard. And just outside, there's Mistress Mia the Music Mistress! Immaculate in her schoolmistress outfit with her neat blouse, short dark skirt, black stockings and not a hair out of place, she approaches me as if she's been expecting me. That's ominous, but I'm really quite relieved to see Mistress Mia because only a little earlier I was admiring the beautiful varnished wooden case in which she keeps her favourite instruments and I know I can count on her support.

But there's a steely glint in her eye that makes me uneasy. Still, I ask her for help just the same. Mistress Mia sneers at me! How dare I think she might help me! Just to drive the point home she gives my face a hefty slap.

Mistress Mia clouts me again and orders me to kiss her feet. I lean down as far as her crotch and lewdly try to plant a kiss there -- and immediately collect a heavy whack on my still burning arse and another on the side of my face.

I try a different approach. "Look Mistress Mia, couldn't we come to some arrangement?" She is outraged. "Arrangement! With ME! How DARE you!" Mistress Mia accuses me angrily of having planted a used condom in her precious instrument case. In vain I deny it. She produces the condom! I blame Skye. I blame anyone I can think of, but Mistress Mia has a cane in her hand and she's laying it on my poor arse as I jump and yell.

Just as I begin to think I'm facing real trouble, I hear a familiar voice behind me so I spin around. Oh no! It's Mistress Maria the Drama Mistress! And I know she's never had any time for me ever since I caught her behind the far shelves in the school library and tried to touch her breasts. Mistress Maria's advancing on me with a riding crop in her hand and she clearly means business! In her slinky tiger skin dress with its low neckline and high side-slit she looks ever so sexy, but at the moment I'm hardly in a situation to appreciate that!

I now find myself shoved hard up against the outdoor cage and I'm forced to bend over and thrust out my bare arse. Skye comes forward with the chalk and everyone watches with interest while Skye marks out the target area, tantalising me as she carefully chalks my twitching arsehole. Then comes a vicious slash right across my arse. Ow-ow-ow-oooow! Cane? Crop? I don't know. But it sure straightened me up!

Skye seizes every chance she can get to tell all the Mistresses about my brutality in wanting to thrash her with the carpet-beater and put her in the stocks for a whole day. They're horrified and make it only too plain that they're delighted to have an excuse (not that they need one!) to teach me a lesson I'll never forget!

Mistress Maria lashes her crop across my genitals. Yeeow! My cock stings dreadfully, but luckily she missed my balls. I pivot and crouch to avoid the next strike, but that exposes my arse -- much too big a target for Mistress Maria to miss! Yeeow, again! That straightens me up. Mistress Mia slaps my face again at the very instant that Mistress Maria does the same on the other side. With nowhere to move, my head experiences a ringing explosion! Before I can recover, my cock cops another lash from Mistress Maria's riding crop. God! That really hurt! But again my balls escape that murderous crop. Whew! That's twice lucky! But my cock's really hurting!

Mistress Mia and Mistress Maria work me over with riding crop, cane and hand, maintaining a running commentary which leaves me in no doubt that my staff have been waiting for a long time for this great moment! Meanwhile Mistress Raven is putting the odd whack onto me and, with her dainty breasts bouncing, Skye's dancing around the edge happily taking photos for that bloody School Magazine of Amy's.

But despite the pain, I'm determined not to let them have the satisfaction of forcing me to submit. I'll show these sadistic creatures who's boss, regardless of the predicament I'm in. When Mistress Maria moves close enough, I swing both arms out together from behind my back and slip my hand into the high side slit of Mistress Maria's dress. I try to fondle Mistress Maria's shapely bottom, but she moves too fast for me.

Spinning around further, I manage to shoot my hand up Mistress Mia's short, swinging skirt, but again I fail to reach my target. The verbal onslaught and the murderous cuts with cane and crop go up a notch or two -- and then some! Maybe I wasn't so clever after all!

Ducking the onslaught as best I can, I suddenly spot a figure in the doorway. Hey! That's not Mistress Amanda the Senior Dormitory Mistress, is it? She'll fair kill me if she joins this crew! But she disappears before I can be sure who it is. Whew!

My poor cock has taken several vicious strikes from Mistress Maria's crop and is now burning as much as my bottom! Mistress Mia forces me down and orders me to kiss the ground. As a matter of principle, I don't want to obey, but I really have no choice at all. Down on the ground on all fours with my head down, my exposed arse collects still more punishment before I'm finally permitted to rise, sadder, wiser and very sore! After all the violent attention my bottom has been receiving in the last half hour or so, it must surely be quite a spectacular sight by now!

Having taken the photos she wants, Skye grabs my lead and drags me back into the Staff Common Room. Mistresses Raven, Mia and Maria follow closely, obviously reluctant to allow their prey to escape.

Glancing around the Common Room, I can't resist making one final attempt to assert my Headmasterly authority and I declare sternly "This place looks more like a brothel than a Common Room! I'll be inspecting first thing in the morning and I want to see it tidy! Got that?"

Mistress Maria comes straight at me, brandishing her riding crop menacingly. She chops me hard across the cock yet again. Yee-ouch! Hey! That really did hurt! But before they can all tear me apart, Skye hauls me out and drags me back upstairs. Closely following Skye up the steep stairs, I enjoy the lovely view up her tiny skirt as it swings freely. Without her panties, the erotic effect is truly glorious as her red fishnet clad thighs open and close, alternately concealing and revealing her bare pussy. From any angle at all, Skye is indeed one very pretty girl!

Back inside my study, Skye is all smiles. She's been enjoying herself greatly while the Mistresses have been humiliating me. Skye lays a towel on the bed and gets me to lie back on it with my arms still trapped behind me. She whips my condom off and liberally lubricates my entire genital area. Then she begins to fondle my cock, balls and arsehole! I thrill to the fabulously erotic experience of being on the receiving end of such great skill, and I quickly develope a full erection.

"Now, Headmaster!" says Skye, "We're going to play a little game called 'orgasm control'! When you feel you're about to come, just say 'red'. I'll stop for a while and when you've settled down, I'll start again. And again, you say 'red' when you're about to come. And then I'll stop again. And so on. I'll control the timing of the rest intervals and they'll get progressively shorter. And you're not allowed to come until I give permission! If you DO come without my permission, I will punish you VERY severely! And you know I will, don't you! Now, is all that clear?"

With my eager cock pointing straight to the ceiling I'll happily agree to anything! Absolutely anything! Anything just to get her glorious hands back where I so desperately need them! "Yes, yes, Skye! That's fine!"

Skye recommences her magic. I find myself responding rhythmically to her erotic fondling and instinctively I spread my thighs wide to assist her. As my passion rises, I warn Skye "I'm getting red!"

"Oh! Are we now?" Skye smiles at me. But she doesn't stop immediately. Still smiling as she applies several more exquisite strokes, Skye brings me dangerously close to the brink of orgasm. I hold dead still, which makes me acutely conscious of my heavily throbbing cock. But slowly my sexual excitement slips gently off the boil. Whew! That was close! I relax and try to catch my breath.

Then those wonderful hands return! Feels good, then great, then absolutely marvellous! "I'm red again, Skye!" But she doesn't stop! "Red! Skye! RED!" Still wickedly smiling at me, Skye gives me a few more strokes before she finally stops, giggling mischievously. Playing me like an instrument, Skye's obviously getting immense enjoyment from being in complete control over me. Her eyes light up as she watches me hovering on the very brink of orgasm, struggling for control over my cock's behaviour. It may be MY cock but I don't have that control -- but Skye does! And we both know it!

Skye's hands are on me again! This time my passion mounts even more quickly. "Red! Skye! RED! RED !!!" But those fabulous fingers continue! "RED !!! RED !!!" Oh God! I can't stop now! But Skye's hands are still on me, weaving their magical spell! My body goes rigid as my orgasm begins to arrive with a rush.

"Headmaster, you may come now!" I hear the desperately awaited permission only dimly as I roar in ecstasy while I'm overwhelmed by wave after wave of tremendous physical pleasure. Slowly I come down to earth.

"Great! Wasn't it!" laughs Skye, smiling with genuine affection. Too right it was! Skye releases my bonds and we chat for a minute, winding down. We're both sodden with perspiration. That's a measure of the colossal physical effort that Skye has put into our whole session. But it was fun for her too, as well as me, and that does make for a marvellous session.

I shower, dress and I'm ready to go. But Mistress Raven is free at the moment so we chat briefly before I leave, discussing a possible future session. It seems that everyone involved today had fun! And that's rather a lot -- Skye, me, Christine, Mistress Aurora (the electrician), Amy, and Mistresses Raven, Mia and Maria -- eight in all. And that's not counting Leslie and Mistress Amanda who were very briefly part of the audience!

I walk down Cleveland St on air! One VERY satisfied customer!