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  He held himself until Belinda began to fidget and then started to fuck her slowly. He slid his hands under her and along her belly until he gripped her breasts, them squeezing them hard with every thrust he fucked her until she squealed out another orgasm before unloading inside her.

  He pulled out and Belinda lay face down on the carpet, but he slapped her thigh and said. “Maintain your position young slut. Mr. Singh has something for you.”

  Belinda glanced behind her to see the bearded figure of her parole officer guiding himself inside her. She gave out a little gasp as his meat filled her. “Oh, yes, fuck me Mr. Singh, please fuck me.”

  “Like I said Rajah, a proper little slut.” The Headmaster watched her face as she panted her way to another orgasm. When Rajah withdrew she collapsed face down on the carpet again, murmuring to herself.

  The parole officer zipped himself up and took the other chair. Belinda turned her head to look up at the two men who had just used her like a piece of meat.

  “Would you like a drink Headmaster, I have a very nice twenty year old Glenfiddich?” Rajah asked. When the Headmaster agreed he nudged Belinda with his foot and told her to fetch the whisky, two glasses and some water.

  Belinda got to her feet and went to pick up her clothes. “Don’t bother with those Lindy, everyone’s gone home. Fetch the whisky.”

  Belinda left the room wearing only stockings and high heels. She returned with a tray and the drinks and Rajah told her to pour their drinks and then stand in the corner, her hands on her head.

  She stood as still as she could. The throbbing in her backside had receded to a nice warm glow, and as she listened to them talk about her as if she was just an object; her excitement began to grow again.

  “That’s some very nice even colouring on her backside, Headmaster. Probably won’t bruise too much.”

  “Thank you, it’s a nice sized arse, she’s lost a bit of weight since I saw her last, but not too much.” He sipped his drink and watched a little tremor go through the girl’s body. Talking about her as if she was just there for their use was turning her on again.

  “Yes, I’m not keen on skinny girls. I like a bit of meat on them, something to grab hold of.” They both laughed. “I’m trying to get some more weight onto Abi, but it’s a struggle.”

  “Knight is nicely proportioned as I remember. Tell me does Smith suck as good as she fucks?”

  “She does indeed, a very good cocksucker.”

  The stayed silent for a few minutes watching Belinda fidget as her arms became tired. “Where are you staying tonight, Headmaster?” Rajah asked.

  “I saw a budget inn not far from here. That’ll do me,” he replied, hoping this was going where he thought it was.

  “Lindy only lives five minutes’ walk from here, I’m sure she would love to offer you a bed for the night. Is that alright with you, Lindy?”

  “Yes Sir, I would love to offer my bed to the Headmaster.”

  “Your bed? You really are a slut aren’t you?”

  “Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”

  “Well thank you Miss Smith, I’ll take you up on your generous offer.” He stood up and offered his hand to Rajah. “Okay if I leave my car here? Don’t want to drink and drive.”

  “No problem, I will be here at nine, you can pick it up then. Belinda, get your stuff and I will see you tomorrow afternoon. I’ll have a cheque to pay you up for the month.”

  Belinda turned around and bent down to pick up her clothes. “You can leave them behind, Miss. That’s company property, you no longer work for me.”

  The girl stopped, a bit nonplussed. Did they expect her to walk home naked?

  “Sir?” she queried.

  “You wore a coat this morning, you can wear that home. I will allow you to keep the stockings and shoes,” he added with a smile. “You also look a mess, go and clean yourself up.”

  “Yes Sir.” Belinda went to the toilet and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was red and her make up was streaked with tears. She quickly repaired the damage and washed herself as much as she could.

  Back at her desk she put her coat on and picked up her shoulder bag. The coat only came down as far as her knees, and didn’t button all the way down. But if she walked carefully she wouldn’t show off too much.

  She returned to the punishment room and stood in front of the two men silently as they examined the carriage whip the Headmaster had found earlier.

  Rajah was explaining the whip’s history. “It was once owned by a Lord Marchent in the late nineteen hundreds. Apparently he used to keep Pony Girls and would drive them around his estate in Suffolk. I would imagine that it is a quite an effective inducement to pull a carriage.”

  “Oh it is,” the Headmaster answered. “Helen had a couple of pony girls before she came to High Heath. I drove a couple at Lady Annabelle Morris’s estate.”

  “Lady Annabelle Morris was happy about this?”

  “Very, Lady Morris was one of the pony girls.”

  Rajah laughed. “I met her once at a charity do; I thought she had a sparkle in her eye. How exactly do you use the whip properly then?”

  The Headmaster smiled and turned his attention to Belinda, who could guess what was coming. “I’m sure Belinda would help with a demonstration.”

  Belinda looked at the whip and then at her two masters, and slowly removed her coat. The Headmaster took her arm and stood her about two feet from the edge of the table, telling her to lean forwards and grip the edge.

  Once he was happy with her position he placed a chair four feet behind her and sat down. “Now, you have your pony in front of you and when you want her to move you flick the handle like so.” He swung the leather end towards Belinda’s quivering buttocks and with a crack the split end landed on her left buttock, making her squeal.

  “It just like using horses, you say move on, or,” he brought the end down on her right buttock, “trot on, if you want to go faster.”

  Belinda gave out another squeal. The impact of the whip was a sharp pain in her backside. Her body began to tremble as she waited for another strike and she felt her juices begin to run down the inside of her thighs. This was further than she had gone for years, but she knew she would take anything her two masters wanted to hand out.

  She kept her head down and gripped the edge of the table as hard as she could as she heard the two men swap places. Seconds later she felt the end of the whip again, in the middle of her back, as Mr. Singh tried to emulate the Headmaster.

  “Not that easy to be accurate is it?” He commented. He swung the whip again and this time hit the side of Belinda’s buttocks and the end wrapped around the strike her belly as well.

  The punished girl forced a, ‘neeegh ‘, sound through her clenched mouth and dipped her knees, trying to absorb the instant of pain caused by the whip. Then she felt a cool hand on each buttock, gently rubbing the weals left by the whip.

  “They leave quite a heavy mark, don’t they?” Rajah said.

  “They do. You have to know what you are doing or the whip can break the skin.” The Headmaster picked up Belinda’s coat and held it out for her. “Well, I think you’ve had enough fun for now Miss. Let’s get you home.”

  He helped her on with her coat and buttoned it up for her, then picked up her discarded panties and held them out as well. “You may enjoy flashing everything at the general public,” he remarked, knowing full well that she wasn’t being given a choice about her clothing, “but you had better put these back on I don’t want to be arrested as a pimp.”

  She put her hands on his shoulder and stepped back into her minuscule panties, standing still as he smoothed them all around her glowing, throbbing backside.

  They left the office and waited for the lift. When it arrived it was already occupied by a middle aged man and Belinda tried to squa
sh herself in the corner. She put her hands in her pockets to hold the bottom of the coat together, but the Headmaster told her to take her hands out of her pockets.

  “Young people today,” he remarked to the other man, bringing his attention to her. “They can be so slovenly.”

  He nodded and opened his mouth to answer but was distracted by the glimpse of panties and the tops of her stockings as her coat opened a little.

  The balding man smiled and said. “It also seems that they don’t know how to dress properly for cold weather.”

  Belinda blushed and dropped her head as he continued to stare at her. An ongoing fantasy she had was of being walked down a busy main street naked, this was almost it. The gusset of her panties was as damp as if she had wet herself. She was shivering, not from cold, but from the excitement of being publically humiliated.

  The lift stopped and they exited together, the Headmaster saying, “I will have to discuss that with her later.”

  He smiled at the man and took Belinda’s arm and led her out of the office building. They stood outside the cold wind lifting the edge of her coat until the Headmaster reminded her that he didn’t know where they were going.

  “Sorry Sir,” Belinda said, she was convinced that everybody who passed them knew she was naked under the coat. “It’s this way, about five minutes walk.”

  She tried to set a fast pace but he looped his arm through hers and slowed them down to a slow amble. He began to ask her inane questions like, ‘Is that building very old?’, or, ‘Do you do your shopping there?’

  Belinda answered in a low voice. Her brain was fogged by lust and need. She wanted to get back to her flat and have the arse fucked off her by this man she had lusted after for years.

  But he had different ideas.

  As they got near to the apartment block Belinda had a company flat in, which she pointed it out with an indecent excitement, he stopped them outside a pub.

  “Let me buy you a meal in here, it’s the least I can do as your’ reputing me up tonight.” Without giving her a chance to object he guided her through the door and up to the bar.

  A young male barman came up and greeted Belinda. “Hi Bel, you’re in early.”

  “Hey Owen,” she greeted him back, a flustered look on her face. She was now meeting people she knew; this day was getting more and more weird. Owen had been hitting on her for ages, she wondered what he would think if he knew she was naked under the coat and had just been fucked by two men twice her age.

  “Hello,” the Headmaster held out his hand, which Owen took, “I’m Lindy’s Uncle. I hope she behaves herself when she comes in here.”

  Owen gave a wide grin. “Oh, nobody talks about the New Year’s Eve incident anymore.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “New Year’s Eve, well we can discuss that later, young lady.” He glanced at Belinda, who blushed again, “meanwhile I’ll have a pint of bitter, Lindy...?”

  Belinda ordered a half of lager and, giving Owen a wan smile, took two menus off of the bar and led him to a booth in the corner. “So, New Years Eve?” he asked.

  She leant forwards as well. “I can guess what you’re thinking Sir. Too much drink, clothes off, dancing naked on the tables, ready to take on all comers.”

  “Well that would be the actions of a slut.”

  “Sorry to let you down Sir, it was a battle with fire extinguishers actually.” There had been too much drink involved, and Belinda had taken home someone whose name she couldn’t remember. But it was pretty innocent compared to the things she used to get up to before she went to High Heath.

  He moved to sit next to her on the plastic covered seat. “But worth at least a spanking don’t you think?”

  “Oh yes, at least Sir.” She began to fidget as he slid his hand up between her legs and stroked the soft skin on the inside of her thighs.

  “Well let’s order this meal and I’ll hold a personal confessional for you.” He took their order to the bar and left Belinda to consider her thoughts while they waited for the meal.

  He moved back alongside her after the meal was finished and the table had been cleared. “You see those four lads over there,” he whispered, directing her gaze to where four young lads sat at a table, “they can’t keep their eyes off you. I believe that they can see underneath the table from there.”

  Belinda gasped and blushed. She looked up to see the grinning boys looking in her direction. “Maybe we should invite them back tonight, for a bit of fun. What do you think?”

  The flushed girl gulped. She was so wet with the humiliating treatment she was getting, but a gang bang?

  She looked into the Headmaster’s eyes. “I will obey Rule One Sir. I will be obedient and obey all instructions.”

  He smiled and put an arm around her shoulders. “Helen is going to have so much fun with you. Let’s get you home, those lads will just have to make do with wanking over you tonight.” He took her hand and led her out of the pub into the street. She took him into her small flat and standing in the centre of the bedsit she removed her coat and put her hands behind her head.

  He went and stood behind her. The livid red marks of the carriage whip stood out on her backside, he rubbed them gently. “So, letting off fire extinguishers, I imagine the Landlord was very upset?”

  Belinda leant back into him. “Actually the Landlord is a Landlady, and Kara started the fight. She has a strong sense of fun.”

  His hands came around to play with her breasts and he felt her shiver. “So you haven’t been punished then?”

  “No Sir.”

  “Do you need punishment?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  He looked around. There was a double bed and a couple of chairs in the one room. A small kitchen and shower room led off the main room. “What shall I punish you with? Do you have a paddle, or a strap?”

  “Sorry Sir, I don’t have anything like that here.”

  “Well we’ll have to improvise then.” He went into the kitchen and returned moments later with a fish slice and a large wooden spoon. “These will do.”

  He led her to the bed and sat her down. Removing her stockings one by one he then peeled her panties down. Holding them up he remarked. “These are very wet, young lady.”

  “Yes Sir, sorry Sir. I am such a slut Sir.”

  He put one hand behind her head and brought his mouth down on her, pushing his tongue down her throat and inserting all the fingers on his other hand into her pussy as far as they would go. Belinda gasped as she kissed him back and he masturbated her to an orgasm.

  “Oh, Oh, Oh, fuck me, fuck me, please.” Her brain whirled as her excitement rose to fever pitch.

  He brought her down again with a heavy slap to her thigh. “Is that any way for a young lady to behave?” He turned her over and putting an arm around her waist he began spanking her.

  As the colour of her skin deepened Belinda began to make a mewing sound, like a cat. “Oooooooh, ooooooh,” she gasped. Belinda was nearing another orgasm. It was so intimate; a hand spanking, she could feel the roughness of his clothes rubbing on her soft naked skin. With the prodding of his solid erection pushing into her stomach, and as the heat built up so she fell over the edge into another gut churning orgasm.

  The Headmaster felt the girl under his hand quiver with her release and stopped his hand spanking, only to pick up the metal ended fish slice. He knew from experience that a fish slice was better for frying food than punishment so he began to use it on the tops of her thighs.

  It made a light, splat sound, and left a pink, oblong mark where it landed. Belinda was almost oblivious to any discomfort as she glowed in her fourth orgasm that day.

  Seeing that he wasn’t getting her attention he released her and rolled her onto her back. Belinda sighed and opened her arms to welcome him, instead he lifted and opened her legs
and made her hold them high and wide.

  “Keep them like that, Smith,” he growled. Picking up the wooden spoon he brought the flat bowl end down on the soft skin at the top of her thighs.

  Ten times the spoon fell, five on each thigh. Belinda began to moan as the pain built up, then he hit direct on her wet pussy. “Oh! Ouch, wait please Sir.” It was a whole different pain being struck there.

  He concentrated back on her thighs again. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it slut? Isn’t this what you need?” Another strike between her legs and she squealed in pain and went to let go of her legs. He stopped her with the words, “If you let go girl, you’ll get twenty of those. Understood?”

  Belinda nodded her eyes wide, tears falling onto the sheets of her bed, and she gripped her legs behind the knees wondering just how much she could take of this.

  He continued to use the spoon on her, five on each thigh and then a hard blow in between her legs, for several more minutes. Finally he stopped and turned her over again.

  He pulled her hips up high and had her grab her knees from the back so her backside was high in the air. He got up and stripping himself naked he looked down on Belinda. Her buttocks were a deep red colour, the inside of her thighs almost as red, and now she was offering the orifice he most wanted to get at.

  He put two fingers deep inside of her, collecting her juices on his fingers and then began to push them into her anus, he did this several times until he was satisfied that she was as lubricated as he could get her.

  Belinda began to tremble a little; she had guessed what was coming. “Please Sir, I’ve never been......”

  “Sodomised, buggered, fucked up the arse?” he remarked crudely.

  She buried her head deeper into the bedclothes and gripped her knees more firmly. If she asked him not to then she thought he would probably stop, but she didn’t want him to be disappointed in her.

  She felt the end of his penis probing at the entrance to her backside and then a spasm of pain hit her as he pushed himself inside.