Jo was deep in thought as she graded her students’ homework, with the goal of having it completed and the grades entered before she left school for the day. It was Friday afternoon, and she did not want to be working on this over the weekend. She was startled when the telephone in her office rang. She wondered who would be calling this late on a Friday afternoon, but she picked up the call anyway.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Murphy, Ed Williams here. Can you please come down to my office? Knock on the side door when you get here.”

Mr. Williams hung up as soon as he was done speaking.

Jo was shaking like a leaf as she headed down to Mr. Williams’s office. Mr. Williams was the principal of the high school, and as a first-year teacher, she had had very little contact with him after her initial interview. Once she reached the private entrance to his office, she gently knocked on the door.

Mr. Williams opened the door and motioned for her to enter.

“Please have a seat,” he told her.

As she sat down, she looked at the top of his desk and nearly passed out. Laid neatly on the edge of the desk was a torn black thong. She knew it was hers.

“I see you recognize your thong,” said Mr. Williams as he sat down behind his desk.

“What? That is not my thong,” replied Jo.

Mr. Williams picked up the thong and sniffed it deeply. Jo shuddered at the site, barely managing not to vomit at the sight.

“Oh, but it is. Jake Johnson gave it to me as a bribe to get out of a particularly nasty situation.”

“Just because Jake claims it is my thong does not make it true,” Jo replied defiantly. Deep inside, she knew she was in serious trouble, her fingers grasping the chair as she tried to calm her nerves.

“True, but if I turn it over to the police along with my suspicions, I’m sure they can run tests to prove it is yours,” replied Mr. Williams.

“If you’re so sure it’s mine, why am I sitting here with you instead of the police?”

The way Mr. Williams looked at her made her really nervous and squirm in her chair.  

“Well Ms. Murphy,” he replied, “I thought I would give you a couple of choices on how to resolve this situation.  In just a moment, I am going to get up and leave the room.  While I am gone, you can bolt out the door you just came in and make a run for it.  When I return, I will call the police and file a report.  You may have just enough time to get out of town before the warrant is issued for your arrest.”

“The second choice,” he continued, “is to just wait for my return as you are now.  When I get back, I will call the police and file the report.  You  will just be here and be available for the police  to arrest and can take your chances from there.”  

Mr. Williams stood up and walked to the door leading to the main office. “The final choice and my favorite is for you to strip and be sitting there naked when I return.  I will then dole out what I feel is the appropriate punishment before I fuck you. I look forward to your decision.”  With that he walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.  

Jo sat there in total shock.  She wanted to run from the room but knew that would be futile.  She knew her only choice was to submit to him.  As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the thought of submitting to Mr. Williams turned her on.  Her evening with Jake had been the first time she had ever been bound and dominated, and she had really enjoyed it.  Since then, she had been researching BDSM online and had realized she was a submissive.  

Snapping back to reality, she realized she needed to strip before Mr. Williams returned.  Quickly, she stripped out of her clothes, piling them on the second chair in front of the desk.  She was just sitting back down in the chair when the door opened, and Mr. Williams returned.  

Jo did not turn around, instead she sat in the chair with her arms folded across her breasts and her legs crossed, looking straight ahead.  Mr. Williams did not say anything at first when he entered the room and closed the door behind him.  She then heard the distinctive click as he locked the door.  

Mr.  Williams still did not say anything as he approached her from behind and placed his hands on her shoulders.  “I like your decision,” Mr Williams said as he slid his hands down her chest. As his hand reached her small A cup breasts, he pinched her nipples with each hand and pulled upward.  Jo let out a low moan at the feeling of both the pain and pleasure.  She loved having her nipples played with.  

Letting go, Mr. Williams instructed Jo to stand up and move to the side of his desk.  As she did this, Mr. Williams walked past her, around to the front of the desk and took off his jacket.  Removing his tie and untying it, he told Jo to face him.  

“Lift your hair up”, Mr Williams instructed Jo. Once her hair was out of the way, He wrapped the narrow end of the tie around her neck and tied it in a knot. With the knot tied, Mr. Williams took her arms and crossed them in front of her chest and used the other end of the tie to tie her hands together.  

“Now Jo, be a good little slut and bend over the desk, Elbows on the table.”  Jo followed his instructions as she watched him go over to the wall behind his desk and take a large wooden paddle off the wall.   

“When I was a young teacher, not much older than you, corporal punishment was allowed.  Young girls were also more afraid of their parents finding out they were in trouble than being paddled.  Most of them were even willing to take the paddling with a bare ass or even naked.  I miss those days.  Although, lucky for me, every once in a while a slut teacher comes along, ready and willing to be punished.”

As he was talking, Mr Williams moved around behind Jo and reached between her legs, running a finger between her moist lips.

"Mm, you are wet and ready for your punishment, aren’t you Ms. Murphy?” Mr. Williams asked.  

“Yes, sir,” Jo replied with a nervous quiver in her voice.

“Mm, I like when little sluts are excited to receive their punishment, " Mr. Williams said. “For an indiscretion such as yours, I believe ten swats with the paddle should suffice for today.”

Jo was literally shaking from a mixture of fear and anticipation as Mr Williams slowly rubbed the wooden paddle on her bare ass.  

“You need to count each swat as I hit you,” Mr. Williams continued.  He barely finished the sentence when she caught the motion of the paddle swinging up and down in her peripheral vision

SMACK!  The paddle hit Jo on the lower part of her ass with an intensity she was not expecting.

”Fuck,” she screamed, from the shock and pain of the paddle hitting her.  

With that, Mr Williams reached up and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up as he bent to meet her.  

“A couple of important things, Slut.”  Mr Williams whispered in her ear. “You need to keep your voice down, or I will be forced to shove your panties in your mouth, doubling the amount of swats.  You also need to remember it is your job to keep count. If you lose count or forget to say what number we are on, we will start over. Do you understand?”

”Yes, sir.” Jo replied.

”Good”, was all Mister Williams said as he administered another swat.  

SMACK! This time the paddle hit the middle of her left cheek.  

“One,” Jo managed to squeak out as she tried to adjust to the pain. 

“Ah, you understand.” Mr Williams said before the third hit.

Over the next several minutes, Mr Williams continued to swat her bare ass.  He was careful to move the paddle around to not hit the same place twice.  After about the fourth hit, tears began to run down Jo’s face.  She was trying to come to reason with what was going on.  With each blow, her ass hurt more and more.  At the same time, she was becoming more and more aroused.  What the fuck was wrong with her?

SMACK! 

“Ten”, Jo whimpered with the final blow.  

Again, Mr. Williams ran his finger through her waiting pussy.  This time he slid a finger into her.  “It is a rare girl that gets even wetter with each blow.”  Mr Williams said as he stroked in and out of Jo a couple of times.

Withdrawing his fingers, Mr Williams walked over to the wall and placed the handle back on the wall. Jo watched as he loosened his belt and unbuckled his pants, lowering them to the floor and stepping out.  His boxers came next.  When he stood up and Jo saw his hard cock, she could not believe her eyes.  While Mr. Williams did not have a long dick by any means, it looked to be as thick as a beer can.

Mr. Williams came back behind her, but instead of entering her with that fat schlong, he knelt down behind her. He grabbed an ass cheek with each hand squeezing it hard and reigniting the fire of pain from the paddling she had just received.  Leaning forward, Mr. Williams ran his tongue from the top of her ass crack, down across her asshole and pussy lips, stopping at her clit.  From there, Mr. Williams began to give her a tongue lashing she would never forget, moving between her clit, pussy and butthole.  Before long, she had forgotten the pain and instead concentrated on the pleasure his tongue was giving her. It did not take long for she began to feel an orgasm building in her body. 

“Oh God, please don’t stop,” she cried out.  

Mr. Williams did just that, stopping wh he was doing.  Jo groaned in frustration as Mr Williams stood up behind her.  Before Jo had time to think about it, Mr Williams lined up that fat cock and shoved it to the hilt in her wet pussy.  Jo bit her hand to keep from screaming from the combination of pain and pleasure.   Mr. Williams immediately began fucking her with long hard strokes, slamming his body into her flaming ass cheeks.  It did not take long for Jo to feel an orgasm building again. This time she bit her hand to avoid warning him. When the orgasm hit, she drenched his balls and her thighs with cum.    

As Jo’s orgasm subsided, Mr Williams slowed down his pace of thrusting into her.  He did not however let up on the intensity.  His balls continued to slam into her clit and thighs with each thrust.  After a few more minutes of hard thrusts, Mr Williams reached around her with his hand and placed his index finger against her clit.  His finger aid slow circles around her clit with each thrust.  

It did not take long before Jo to feel another orgasm building. As she could feel her orgasm building, she was sure Mr. Williams was near as well.  His thrusts were becoming more erratic, not always thrusting as hard and losing his steady rhythm.  After a couple more thrusts, her orgasm hit, her juices covering Mr. Williams balls.  Her pussy was contracting, squeezing his thick cock. Willing him to let go of his load.  Finally he moved his hand off her clit, grabbed her hips and began rapidly thrusting into her.  Just as her orgasm peaked, Mr Williams thrust into her one last time, unloading his semen into her.  

Neither of them moved for several minutes as they both caught their breath and reveled in their post orgasmic bliss.  Finally, Mr. Willams pulled out and slapped her ass before bending down to retrieve his boxers and pants.  Jo watched as he dressed and wondered when he would untie her.  Once he was completely dressed, he helped her stand back up and began to untie her.

”The good news is I will not punish you like that again unless the need arises,” Mr. Williams said. “The bad news is you are going to be my little fuck toy until one of us leaves.”

Once he finished untying the tie, he draped it around his neck.  

“Lock the door on your way out,” he said as he walked out the side door to his office.