Hot Cross Buns for Elena

You look at the clock nervously as you are waiting for the headmaster to return to his office. 3:30 PM. You have been waiting almost twenty minutes so far, and you are starting to tremble in anticipation of his fury at you. Only three days since he last spoke so sternly to you about your behavior at his school. He was furious then and scolded you about behaving like a 'naughty girl' and having such 'dirty thoughts' about s-e-x ...

One of your housemates, perhaps jealous of your natural ability to attract and frolic with such fun loving erotic partners, squealed on you when you passionately coupled with your horny lover in the shower. The school rules forbid fornicating on the campus, and most assuredly discourage it elsewhere. Lost in your lusty thoughts that afternoon, you threw caution to the wind, and groped and squeezed your partner's body and opened up to a deep penetrating massage that made you like a savage cat hungering for that satisfaction only found when totally engorged with the dripping hot flesh of its prey. Your orgasm, so intense that you screamed like a witness to bloody murder, attracted the attention of several more than curious housemates. One of them, jealous of the quivers and twitching your body experienced, tattled to the headmaster of your carnal encounter with another housemate. The headmaster warned against any further displays of such perverse sexual engagements. The consequences of such behavior would be dealt with most strictly and unpleasantly.

You shiver from fear of the punishment that is certainly waiting for you.

Why? Why? Why can't I be good like the other girls? They always seem so serious with their studies. Always behaving properly, and never seeming to be tempted by the burning hunger that ignites the lust within me.... I am so compelled to quench the fervent fire that engulfs my very soul as I am to breathe! ...

Your reverie is suddenly broken by his voice. "Thank you, Miss Calloway, you may go to your family now, and enjoy the remainder of what promises to be a most delightfully pleasant afternoon. I will attend to our malcontent misanthropic Miss Elena personally... Miss Elena! Follow me!" he barked at you, thrusting open the door to his office after dismissing his secretary.

You brush past him, standing in the doorway, and smell his anger, feel his throbbing chest heaving as he snorts a fetid gust of his humid breath, sweetly pungent from the pipe he just finished. You feel his hand grope your soft bum, as he pushes you by him, scooting you along into the huge cathedral ceiling room. His office becomes your dungeon.

You can scarcely stand, your knees so weak they can hardly support you as you creep into his dark chamber. You feel like you have shrunk to a fraction of your size, as you stand before his large desk, with him leering over at you, sitting on his huge chair that could easily substitute as a King's Throne. And he, Headmaster Josef, silent, glaring at you with an intense blaze burning in the deep pools within his eyes. Your chin quivers and your body shakes. Tears begin to stream from your eyes, rivulets of salty streaks across your soft cheeks. You can scarcely bear to stand in front of him - and he has not even yet spoken!

"Miss Elena!" he says in a voice that feels to you like a punch in your stomach. "Did I not warn you sufficiently about the severe consequences of your continued feral behavior?"

"Y-yyyy-Yessssss" you whimper in a soft stutter.

Standing up from behind his desk, he approaches you, and drags you to a large gargoyle statue leering down from the wall. Its grotesque arms are dangling down and clutched in its claws are heavy chains and hooks. He produces a long white rope, and binds your hands, forcing you to stare at the frightening face that threatens to devour you it is so life like to you right now. When you struggle, the chains clang loudly, and scare you so much, you try very hard to be still. It is very uncomfortable standing like this, and the Headmaster is now unbuttoning your starched white blouse.

He stands behind you now, and lifts up your skirt, the blazing colors of the tartan symbolizing the passion for learning and striving toward excellence in everything. Now it is a curtain raised for the first act of the Headmaster's perverted notion of punishment. He leans into you and you smell the sweet pungent scent wafting toward you flared nostrils, as he enjoys his pipe. The smoke haze reminds you of the incense burning at the cathedral back home, creating an ethereal setting for your flogging.

A hand slowly massages your bra, groping and feeling the tense nipple already exposed over the top of the lace trim. He pinches and tugs your swollen teat, and pinches it firmly. Another curl of smoke drifts past your nose. It is pleasant and begins to relax you. As you breathe deeply you feel intoxicated with lust once again. The very feelings of wanton desire that got you in trouble to begin with, are beginning to rage within you as you are strapped to the hideous gargoyle, whilst the Headmaster is feeling you up!

His head appears in front of your face, and he presses his thick lips against yours. He exhales sharply, and a rush of opium fills your lungs. You instantly relax, and your mind drifts as though you are falling into a dream world. A wave seems to rush toward your swollen pussy, and flood your inner sex with desire. Desire for him to punish your naughty ass!

He pulls down quickly on your bra, and your 'lil girls twitch as the rush of cool air brushes over them. You feel his slobbering tongue drooling on your stinging teats and his man handling on the soft tender flesh. He squeezes a nipple, and sucks hard on it, making it so hard you moan from the intense pressure you feel. His eyes are closed and he is breathing loud gusty grunts as he pinches your tender nipple and sucks even harder. You gasp from the tense feeling you are building in your body. He moves behind you and gives you a quick slap on your pantied ass.

"ooooooo" you moan, feeling a rush of warmth spread from his sharp spank. Another crisp report of flesh meeting flesh, unmistakable for anything but a deliberate slow spanking, followed by brief moans and cries as the Headmaster alternates firm slaps with soft massaging gropes through your panties. The soft stinging felt is dulled by the intoxicating effect of the drug, yet your passion and desire increases moment by moment.

He picks up the pace, sharply spanking your bum and top of your thighs.

"Owwwoooo" you squeal. The panty sticks to your cheeks from the sweat pouring down your back. The headmaster slides his hand under the tight waistband of your schoolgirl white panty. He gropes your bum and rubs his fingers on your wet bottom. With a slow pull, he drops your panties to your mid thigh, and delivers a sharp wallop to your stinging ass, followed by several more, each harder than the last.

"Ieeeeee" you cry! "Owwww Owwww stop! Please stop!" you whimper.

He picks up a paddle and massages your burning bum with the buttery soft leather side. A cool feeling of comfort soothes you for a moment as he pours a coating of baby oil over your bright red bum, and begins to massage it in to you. His chubby fingers burrow deep into your bum cleft, and follow it downward to the dark mauve puck guarding the entrance to your rectum. It protests as he pushes against it, then gives way to his greasy finger lubricated partly from your own milky excitement sputtering from your wet hole!

"Unnnnnggghhhhh" you moan louder. You are squirming from the fervent fingering he is giving to your soft oily anus, massaging it and pushing the tender swollen puck inward. "Unnngh... no... no! Not push finger in there!" you cry to him.

Your complaining urges him on, pressing his slick finger in further, past the pouty sphincter guarding your virgin bum. "Angggghhhhh" you moan, as you feel a flood rush to your sweet dripping pussy, feeling a firm massage of your insides. Now you relax a little, and his finger pumps you quickly. He begins to moan also, feeling your tight asshole grip his finger and contract as you cry out. The smell of your arousal fills the air, and he is breathing hard on your neck.

"OOOOO! I am close!" you groan. You hear his pants unbuckle and drop to the floor. He reaches under you from the front, and pulls your panties down to your knees, then mounts you from the rear. His thick shaft rubs and massages your bottom, and becomes slippery from your gooey discharges squelching from your frothy pussy. The heady scent of your feral heat makes his cock burn! He rubs your stiff wet clit and pushes his dripping cockhead into your throbbing pussy. You buck your hip against him, and he thrusts his cock in you deeper.

He is humping you quickly like a bunny with rapid short strokes that massage your swollen pleasure spot inside you. Your breaths come quickly and a watery wave builds within you, enveloping your entire body. The pressure in your lusty bottom is so great you are gagging for release.

"Awwweeeeeeeiiiiii" you scream! Your pussy fills with a warm rush of cum, making a tense pressure build up in you. Then the wave contracts you quickly, and your muscles squeeze the orgasm you have been begging for! The headmaster is cuming also, his large balls aching for release, now spit his hot pleasure for you deep in your creamy sex cavern.

"Arrrrrgggghhh" he grunts, as he pumps his boiling hot jizzum in you. "ummmph.... ummmph... ummmph!!!" he grunts again and again, pumping thick ropes of cock jelly in you. Then he collapses, falling away from you, and landing on his chair. He reaches up, and unties you. You collapse also, falling on his lap, and you both sit and massage your sore tired muscles, feeling so relaxed and satisfied by your lusty coupling. He speaks softly to you...

"The lesson I teach you, Miss Elena, is this. There is a time and a place for your lusty aggressive behavior. My campus is not that place. You will deny any urges most decisively, or your punishment will be most severe. The gargoyle's contorted face testifies to the extremes of agonizing pain or beautiful pleasure I can deliver.

"Today, Miss Elena, I have introduced you to the pleasurable reward you will receive when you heed my warnings. I can show you passion and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, as you can see. But I assure you, breaking my rules will bring you back before my grotesque friend here, and your moans and screams will not be signs of enjoyment and ecstasy. Do we have an agreement Miss Elena?"

"Yes, Headmaster Josef!" I will obey your rules and I will serve you as often as you like here in your office. I am a slave to your desires, and I will not disappoint you, Sir!" She was feeling tired from the lusty play they shared, and began to drift off to sleep.

"Very good, Miss Elena" he said, stroking her silken hair, and massaging her. "I think we both will have a great deal of fun together.... " as she sweetly fell asleep.






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