THE
HEADMISTRESS |
by
Major |
"I'll say it again. Can either of
you explain what this filth was doing in your dormitory?"
The two schoolboys burned red with embarrassment
and stared at their shoes as Martha sat behind her
desk glaring at them. Open on the Headmistress'
table was a pornographic magazine of the worst quality.
Unable to afford anything but the cheapest of models,
the publishers of BITCHES had chosen to overcome
poor photography and second-rate production by specialising
in the extreme vaginal close-up. Skin, hair and
membrane were displayed in such a way that removed
absolutely any erotic suggestion. In one picture,
stubby fingers splayed the lips of a cunt that resembled
a hedgehog roadkill. In another, a middle-aged woman
presented her face as close to an undetermined blood
red orifice as she dared, faking an expression of
lust that looked more like a grimace of disgust.
Martha couldn't blame her. She'd seen gynaecology
textbooks that were sexier than this! Good porn
was evidently hard to find at school.
The magazine was tatty and well thumbed,
having been traded many times. Each owner had annotated
the pages with their own observations. A number
of different hands had written 'Melvin'- the name
of an unpopular new boy, below pictures of the only
man featured in the magazine, sometimes accompanied
by an arrow to avoid confusion. This poor guy was
evidently so unexcited by the idea of frolicking
with two ugly naked women that he was unable even
to achieve an erection and the up close and personal
style of the photography did nothing to disguise
what was clearly a very small dick.
Being the very first female head teacher
of one of England's oldest all-boys schools was
not an easy job and Martha had adopted a tough attitude
from the start. She knew she was unpopular with
staff and pupils and also knew that she had been
given her own nickname: Martha the Muff Muncher.
The "lesbian" photo shoot had her name
under almost every picture, accompanied by arrows,
of course.
"I'm waiting for an answer·
Martha knew that there was no answer and
she was enjoying the boys' humiliation. Andrew Cole
and Ben Palmer were a couple of arrogant little
shits, the favourites of Mr Jackson the sports master.
To help with the allocation of school funds to his
own department, Mr Jackson could often be found
on his knees in Martha's office, his tongue working
busily in the hairy cleft between her thighs. Being
head teacher did have its perks.
They were both good-looking lads who had
matured faster than their 16 year old counterparts.
The traditional school uniform: woollen trousers,
white shirt, school tie, blazer and cap made them
look younger than they were. Despite this, their
enthusiasm for sport had given them the bodies of
young men rather than boys. What they lacked was
any academic ability. Barring a miracle, both were
almost certain to fail all their exams.
The school rules stated that pupils who
were found with drugs or pornography would be immediately
expelled unless the head teacher decided otherwise.
With their poor exam results, no other public school
would take them and the alternative was the unthinkable
world of work. The prospect of having this sorry
tale explained to their parents terrified the boys.
Their only salvation was Martha. They knew it and
Martha knew it. She was going to enjoy this.
"The name 'Melvin' here refers I assume
to Melvin Hughes?"
The two boys glanced at each other, then
looked down and shrugged.
"Why is his name is written here?
·Andrew?"
After a very long pause the boy replied
in an almost inaudible voice: "Because of his
penis, miss".
"What about his penis?"
"It's really small, miss".
Both boys started to giggle. Despite the
gravity of their situation, they both betrayed their
immaturity.
"So you think it's funny do you? Well
we'll see if you find this funny. Drop your trousers
and pants, both of you".
The boys stopped giggling and looked up,
stunned. Martha opened the top drawer of her desk
and took out a two-foot long thin birch cane, the
same one that had been used to beat boys at this
school for the past 150 years. Caning was almost
unheard of now but unlike her state school counterparts
the independent nature of this establishment meant
that even today, Martha still had the legal right
to beat her boys. England could be a wonderful country
sometimes.
"You have a choice. Either you take
a beating or I call your parents to explain to them
exactly why I have expelled you both from this school".
Within a few seconds both boys were bent
forward, leaning against the edge of Martha's heavy
oak desk, their trousers and underpants down, dicks
peeking out from the gap in their shirts.
Martha decided to start with Andrew. She
lifted the cane and waited a good ten seconds, savouring
the boy's fear, before delivering a vicious blow.
The pain was excruciating and the boy immediately
lost control of his bladder, pissing over the floor
and over the clothes bunched around his ankles.
Martha continued the caning, taking her time and
putting her weight behind five more powerful blows.
Each one sent a whimper from his lips as she watched
the angry red welts multiply on the boy's hairless
buttocks.
"Now stand in the corner".
With tears of pain and shame running down
his face, Andrew stood and shuffled into the corner
like a five year old kid. Facing the wall, he was
clearly unsure whether he was allowed to pull his
pants back up. Martha watched his discomfort with
pleasure and said nothing. Andrew chose to leave
the piss soaked trousers around his ankles. Martha
turned to an ashen-faced Ben and spoke to him in
a low voice full of menace.
"As small penises are so distasteful
to you, I want you to demonstrate a big one for
me. Show me how you make yours big. Do it now".
Confused and thinking that he somehow may
have avoided a beating, Ben quickly did as he was
told. Blushing, he lifted his shirt and began teasing
his cock to hardness. Erections come easily to adolescent
boys and despite his fear Ben's flaccid member soon
obeyed and grew to a respectable seven inches.
"I see. You call that big do you?
Well, you seem to have a practised hand when it
comes to masturbation so I want you to continue
doing what you're doing. Don't stop until I tell
you".
Staring straight ahead, the boy gripped
his cock in his fist and started to jerk himself
off in earnest. Martha picked up the cup and saucer
from her desk and sipped her afternoon tea. She
felt a tingling sensation between her legs as she
watched him do in front of her what he must have
done hundreds of times in private. His humiliation
was delicious. She could tell that he was desperately
trying to keep himself from ejaculating in front
of her. Teenagers' cocks being what they are though,
this was a hopeless task. Ben's breathing began
to quicken and Martha spotted the telltale signs
of impending male orgasm. She quickly put the cup
down and handed him the saucer.
"Don't you dare make a mess on my
carpet. Make sure you catch all of it".
Ben craned his stiff cock down and his
legs wobbled slightly as three or four squirts of
thick cum landed on the fine bone china. A few gobs
of cream coloured liquid dribbled down onto his
fingers and he wiped them on his pale boyish thighs.
"I told you not to stop until I tell
you to".
Ben paused for a second, then continued
to gently rub his now extremely sensitive dick.
The look of discomfort on his face was an absolute
picture and she waited until his cock was completely
limp and his eyes had begun to water with pain before
she let him stop. Martha took the saucer of cold,
congealed cum from him and placed it on the floor.
"Dirty boy. Now get on your knees
and lick that dish clean".
The poor boy looked at Martha despairingly.
Although this kind of thing was clearly not in the
school rules, his immature brain could see no way
out. He had to do everything Martha told him to.
She watched as he knelt on the floor, hesitantly
lowered his face and dipped his tongue into the
cold salty goo. Martha smiled as she heard him groan
and gag with disgust. Lifting one slender leg, she
placed a shoe on the back of the boy's head and
pressed his face hard into the plate. Ben gagged
again and Martha removed her foot, concerned that
he was about to puke all over her floor. If he did
she'd make sure he licked that up too.
Martha was about to let him get up until
she noticed with surprise that the boy was actually
continuing with his task. He would take a couple
of deep breaths and then lick the plate from end
to end, smearing cold jizz over his mouth, nose
and chin, careful not to spill any. He would then
pause, take a deep breath and start again. The spectacle
was starting to arouse her and as Ben was facing
his dish and Andrew was facing the wall, Martha
took the opportunity to secretly slip her hand inside
her panties for a few seconds. She ran one finger
along her moist slit until it rested on her clit,
then she gently teased herself as she watched Ben
lapping cum off a dish like some sick puppy. Martha
was getting horny now. It was time to really have
some fun. She took her digital camera from her desk
and quietly snapped a few pictures of Ben on his
knees, ass in the air, as he dined on his own semen.
"Both of you stand over here. I have
to take some pictures for your parents and your
school records"
They obeyed and stood dejectedly, tears
on their faces, trousers around their ankles, all
youthful arrogance crushed out of them. Martha took
numerous pictures of the boys in all their shame.
Like the photos in BITCHES, nothing was left to
the imagination. When she was finished she sat down
at her desk, plugged the camera into her computer
and began tapping at the keyboard.
"I'm afraid I may have misled you
slightly. I could never show pictures as disgusting
as these to your parents. These are actually for
my own little website which now stars nothing but
you two. I'm going to put the web address in a text
message and forward it to a few of your friends'
mobile phones. By the end of today I guarantee you
that every pupil in the school will have seen these
pictures and will know that you are a couple of
perverted little cry-babies who piss their pants
and eat cum".
The full gravity of their predicament began
to dawn on the boys. They had been outmanoeuvred.
This kind of thing spread like wildfire and even
if they left the school they would be laughed at
by literally everyone they knew. Their friends would
desert them and no girl would go near them. They
were well and truly screwed.
"It's two o'clock now. If you both
do absolutely everything I say for the next hour
you may stay at this school and I will destroy these
pictures. If not·
"But that...that's blackmail".
"Correct Andrew. With such knowledge
of the English language I'm sure you'll pass at
least one exam. Now shut up and strip off".
Martha picked up the cane and walked slowly
around the two boys as they took off their school
clothes. When they were both completely naked they
stood like soldiers, arms down, facing forwards,
privates on parade. Andrew winced as Martha slowly
drew the birch rod across the red welts on his buttocks.
Some liquid still glistened on the end of Ben's
limp dick. Martha flicked it with the tip of her
cane then pulled down her white cotton panties and
lifted her skirt, displaying her trimmed black pubic
triangle and a near perfect ass
"I want to see how good you are with
your mouths. Ben, you will lick my cunt and Andrew
you will do the same with my asshole. You'd better
do a good job too".
Stepping out of her panties, Martha stood
with legs apart, bracing herself against the wall
as the two boys got into place. She sensed them
recoil as they realised that both their work areas
were dirty. Only a few hours before, Martha had
been bending over her chair being vigorously fucked
from behind by Mr Wells the Chemistry teacher. Unfortunately,
the clumsy fool had slipped out at the last moment
and shot his cum across her bush and ass. She had
not had time to shower since and as the exertion
of the caning had made her perspire somewhat, she
felt she needed a clean.
They had no choice and Martha soon felt
tentative tongues touching her most sensitive areas.
Although the boys were clearly hating their jobs
Martha was in seventh heaven. She thrust her hips
forward, trapping Ben's head against the wall and
pressing his face deep into her muff. By reaching
around her she could grab Andrew by his ears and
twist them, thus encouraging a more vigorous rimming.
Soon she had two schoolboy tongues embedded as far
inside her cunt and ass as they could physically
go. The dual wiggling and flicking were pushing
her over the edge and she knew she was about to
orgasm. Releasing Andrew from his chores she gripped
her thighs around Ben's head and forced him backwards
onto the floor, sitting firmly on his face and grinding
herself on top of him, his tongue still deep inside
her. Martha squealed with pleasure as she came,
smearing her juices and the remainder of Mr. Wells'
cum on Ben's face. The boy was not having a good
day.
Sweating, Martha decided to change horses
and instructed them to swap over. Andrew took up
his position underneath her. Having already worked
his tongue around a semen crusted and none-too-clean
asshole, Andrew resented his double duty. He opened
his mouth and flicked his tongue inside her inside
her half-heartedly. Martha's eyes blazed with anger.
This kind of slacking deserved a punishment. Pushing
down on him with her full weight, Martha began to
suffocate the boy between her strong thighs. She
felt him desperately fighting for air as she easily
pinned his flailing arms to the floor. Clenching
her pelvic and lower stomach muscles she encouraged
her bladder to relieve itself. She then lifted herself
a fraction, allowing the boy to breathe a tiny bit
whilst still trapping his head firmly. Andrew's
mouth was open like a goldfish, struggling to find
air, and Martha could feel her cunt lips enveloped
by his mouth.
She squeezed her bladder again. First a
small trickle, then a steady stream of yellow piss
flowed from her into the boy's open mouth. His shouts
of protest were muffled and as the urine filled
his mouth he was left with two choices: drown or
drink.
Martha heard him noisily gulping down her
warm piss. She felt it trickle out of the sides
of his mouth and down the inside of her thighs.
When she was finished she stood up, wiping herself
on the boy's hair as she did so. She was starting
to get hot again and sat on the corner of her desk
eyeing the two boys.
"Get on your knees and lick my feet".
Both boys knelt down before her and removed
her shoes. She closed her eyes and savoured the
feeling to two tongues licking around her feet and
between her toes. The feet were really a very erogenous
zone.
"Suck on my big toe. Suck it like
it's a little cock. Give me a toe-job"
Sure enough, she immediately felt lips
slide up and down each of her big toes. The boys'
rhythms were different. One was taking his time
but the other was pumping away like a machine. Martha
opened her eyes. By the look of his erection and
his enthusiastic sucking, Andrew was clearly enjoying
himself despite being drenched with piss. Martha
had a budding foot fetishist on her hands. Sweet
as it was, these boys were not supposed to enjoy
themselves. She pulled her feet free and stood over
the kneeling boys.
"So you enjoy sucking little cocks
do you Andrew? Well let's see how you do with a
big one. Stand up Ben. Andrew is going to give you
a blowjob"
The world stood still. Then Ben got to
his feet. This was the last taboo. The idea of being
blown by his best friend sickened him and his limp
dick hung down between his legs. Andrew had not
moved and was looking at the floor.
"It's up to you. I can have those
pictures on the net in five minutes"
Once again, they knew they had no choice.
Eventually Andrew shuffled over, dropped to his
knees, closed his lips around Ben's cock and started
to suck. Martha watched intently as to both boys'
horror the penis in Andrew's mouth grew to its full
size again. Andrew looked at Martha imploringly,
hoping that this would be enough. Martha nodded
her head and emulated the kind of action she wanted
to see with her mouth and thumb. Tears welled in
his eyes as the boy copied her actions, bobbing
his head up and down, sliding the stiff shaft in
and out of his mouth. He began to cry again, tears
streaming down his face. Suddenly, Ben's cock pulsed
and as the first jet of cum squirted into his mouth
Andrew's eyes opened wide with alarm. Martha had
anticipated what was about to happen however and
she wanted to make sure that neither of them was
going to quit before the money shot. As quick as
a flash she seized Andrew by the hair with one hand
and grabbed the base of Ben's cock with the other,
forcing the spurting head into Andrew's throat for
those critical few seconds. As Ben shot his second
load, his moans were matched by Andrews's gargled
wail as he took a mouthful of hot cum.
As Ben collapsed on the floor and Andrew
jumped up, coughing and spitting, the door opened.
Mr Jackson the sports master stood in the doorway.
The sight of abused naked boys in Martha's office
was something he had seen a few times now. The room
smelled of urine, semen and female musk. His heart
sank as he realised he would once again be obliged
to ass rape some promising pupils for the benefit
of his twisted boss.
As for Martha, she was enjoying her day
tremendously.
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