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  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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