The two young women standing facing Charles in his office on Wednesday afternoon shared a blank and somewhat downcast expression, but otherwise offered two completely contrasting figures to his searching gaze.
The first, Julie, was a tall, slightly awkward girl, her dark hair tied back in a pony tail behind an open and perhaps even innocent face. She was wearing jeans with a T-shirt tucked in at the waist, her slim figure and hips emphasised by the tightness of her jeans. Charles knew she was quite sporty from the file in front of him on the desk; he also knew she was due to be expelled for persistent disruptive behaviour in classes, the freshness of her face belying some kind of deep anger or confusion which had now made her presence intolerable to every teacher in the college.
She was an orphan, he noted, and it wasn’t clear where she would go when she left them — a very rich uncle was her guardian, but it seemed he had no time at all for his responsibilities.
The other girl, Catherine, was short and stocky, with long red hair and a slightly bookish look. Her round face was dominated by a pair of stylish glasses. She was wearing a summer dress that emphasised her substantial tits and made clear there was no bra retaining them, and open-toed sandals.
Catherine’s file was thinner than Julie’s. Her scholarly demeanour was misleading. She had been caught stealing from one of the tutors, a first offence here, except that she’d only arrived recently after a series of expulsions from other institutions for the same reason, and her parents had told the college that if it happened again she should be returned to them. If that happened they were clear that her next home would be a prison.
Charles made them wait while he considered them, then he pushed the files aside.
‘As you know, there is a new regime at this college,’ he began. ‘This means you two may be either very lucky or very unlucky, depending on how you choose to look at it.’
‘I’m prepared to draw a partial line under disciplinary offences dated before my arrival, which means I may be willing to revoke both your expulsions.’ He didn’t mention that the last thing he wanted was to lose two sets of fees before he’d really begun.
‘However, I also intend to put a new approach to discipline in place that operates more strongly through deterrence, which means I need some early examples of what happens to young women who break the rules.’
‘I’m going to offer you two a choice. You can either accept the expulsion already planned, or you can take an alternative punishment which will become the new standard for anyone disobedient or stupid enough to get sent to me in future.’
‘To give you a clue, that alternative will be a corporal punishment, and I don’t mean fucking you’ — Charles had noticed a glint come in to Catherine’s eye, and this last point extinguished this — ‘in my book fucking is about pleasure for everyone involved, and you’re here for punishment, not pleasure.’
‘So if you take this choice, you can both expect to be spanked, humiliated, perhaps even whipped’ — he motioned to an array of implements exposed to display behind the open door of one of his cabinets — ‘and I will take some trouble to find your most sensitive and painful places.
‘I want you to leave this room not only clear that you never want this to happen again, but also so uncomfortable that you also want to make sure none of your friends come here either.
‘It’s your choice.’ He looked each of them in the eye in turn.
Julie spoke first. ‘I accept,’ she said quietly.
Charles turned to Catherine. She hesitated, then started to cry. She looked up at Charles, pleadingly.
‘You don’t know me very well young lady,’ Charles spoke firmly. ‘Looking for sympathy will get you nowhere. I have a simple philosophy — you can call it tough love if you like — and I will give total support to every woman in this college to fulfil her potential as long as they do their best. Those who cross the line, though, like you two, or who try to wriggle out of the consequences of their actions, like you Catherine — you will be punished. Firmly and fairly – so there is no doubt about right and wrong. But once you’ve been punished, provided you take your punishment well, like a woman, the slate is wiped clean and we will both move on.’
‘I’m going to count to three Catherine — you can either join Julie here and accept my punishment, or you’ll be expelled. And stop crying.’ Charles never enjoyed fucking or playing with weeping women, and he usually stopped BDSM sessions if they reached a point where his partner was crying.
‘One….’ Catherine stopped crying very quickly, Charles noted in passing.
‘Two…,’ he let the word hang in the air…
‘OK, I accept,’ Catherine spoke hurriedly, as Charles’ lips started to form around ‘Th..’
‘Good.’ Charles didn’t try to hide the exasperation in his voice. However, they could now start.
‘You have both chosen to be punished firmly and fairly almanbahis by me. I expect total obedience and submission while you’re being punished — if you hesitate or complain it will just make the whole process longer and more painful for you. In the end though, I think you’ll both find that you’ve made the right choice: you’ll thank me when you look back on this session in a few years’ time.’
‘Do you understand?’
‘Yes, sir,’ Julie spoke instantly; Catherine was a little slower: ‘OK.’
Charles walked over to Catherine and slapped her hard on her bum. She yelped. ‘It’s ‘yes, sir,’ every time. No more insolence.’ He pushed his hand down between her legs and squeezed her pussy through her skirt, and she cried out again. ‘Got it now?’
‘Yes, sir.’ Catherine followed Julie in lowering her eyes to the floor and looking suitably submissive. Charles allowed himself to reach out and squeeze one of her tits for good measure. It felt firm and warm, but his rough squeeze failed to elicit a sound from Catherine, which he noted. He was, though, beginning to look forward now to the rest of this session.
‘We will start with some simple humiliation. Catherine, strip Julie down to her underwear.’
Charles watched as the shorter girl stretched up and lifted Julie’s t-shirt over her head, then removed each shoe in turn, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. Julie stepped out of them, and Catherine knelt down or remove her pop socks.
‘Stay there, Catherine.’ Charles moved forward and put a hand on Catherine’s back, keeping her on her hands and knees. He focused his gaze on Julie, although his hand drifted lazily down across Catherine’s back as he did so, and came to rest lightly on her bum. He tapped his fingers lightly on the plump buttock he could feel through the thin cotton of her dress. She might as well start thinking about what was about to happen.
Julie was wearing a plain white bra and panties. Her head was bowed, her skin white and smooth, her breasts firm and well-proportioned under her bra cups. Her stomach was flat and her hips broadened nicely; her long legs ending in the delectable curves of her cotton panties. There was much pleasure to be had with Julie, Charles thought, and he already felt he would be careful not to hurt her too much if he could help it. She mystified him a little, in fact — so far her behaviour in his presence was almost totally the opposite of what he’d expected from her file.
Catherine, on the other hand, was a different matter.
‘Julie, go and stand facing the wall. You need to contemplate why you’re here while I deal with your companion.’
Charles watched Julie turn and walk the few metres to the wall behind them. Her arse was ripe and round, and he looked forward to pulling those panties down and getting his hands on it. But one of his hands was already on the rather more substantive arse of Catherine next to him. She was also in a position which virtually begged for a spanking, and he couldn’t resist eliciting another yelp with a second firm slap to her backside. He had other more immediate plans though.
‘Stand up and face me.’
Catherine did as she was told. Charles was at least half a metre taller than her and her yellow summer dress ended halfway up her tits and was held in place by two thin straps over her shoulders. There was plenty of flesh on display, but Charles wanted more. He grabbed the material just above each tit and tore it down and apart, ripping the dress down the middle and releasing both breasts completely. Catherine cried out again, while Charles finished the job and threw the dress aside. He followed up immediately and pulled her panties down and off, leaving her completely naked in front of him.
Her arms moved to cover her front, but Charles gripped each forearm firmly and pushed them to her side.
‘Arms stay by your side or behind your back unless I tell you otherwise. And stand still’ He stuck his own hand between her legs and felt for her pussy. ‘Mine, on the other hand, will go where I like.’ He found her opening and pushed into it slightly, enjoying her discomfort and efforts to stay still as he explored roughly. Then he withdrew his hand and slapped each of her tits from the side.
‘Lots to work with. Now you go and stand facing the wall like Julie, while I prepare my tools.’
Catherine did as she was told, and Charles gave himself a few moments to contemplate their rears, before turning to his collection of equipment.
He already had an idea of each girl’s sensitive areas from interactions to date. He placed two large trays on his desk, glancing repeatedly and thoughtfully at each naked back as he laid out sets of nipple clamps and chains on both trays; a ball gag for Catherine; two slim silver remote control vibrators and handcuffs for both; a collar and chain for Julie; a paddle and flogger alongside these, also for Julie; and finally, a full-length riding crop, which he cracked loudly against his armchair before placing almanbahis giriş on Catherine’s tray.
Both girls jumped at this.
‘It’s almost time,’ Charles smiled in anticipation. He could sense the fear and tension in the air, and it was delicious. He moved between the two of them and slapped each behind softly and simultaneously.
‘I have decided to punish Julie first. You must stay where you are Catherine, and you may listen, but you may not look. You may hear me doing things to Julie, but you’ll have to use your imagination to work out what they are — and when you do so, you can think about how they will feel when it’s your turn. If I catch you looking round your own punishment will be doubled, and I can tell you already that whatever you hear me doing to Julie is just a taste for what I’m going to do with you. She needs a firm hand to keep her behaviour in line, but you have committed a crime, and your punishment will consequently be more severe.’
He spanked Catherine’s naked bum once more, just to emphasise his words. This time though, he didn’t hold back, and after the initial sting to his palm, as well as the pleasant feel of her flesh against his hand he had the satisfaction of seeing a nice pink handprint emerge on her bum. She cried out in pain.
‘And we’ll be fixing that noise, too.’ Charles said grimly, and turned his attention to Julie.
‘Turn round Julie, and go over to my desk.’ Charles went and sat on the sofa to watch her. He would definitely make an arrangement to fuck her properly in the next week or two, he thought; he liked the way she held herself and imagined himself exploring those firm tits and her fit body somewhat more gently and responsively that the present situation allowed.
‘Your tray is the one on the right. Pick it up and bring it to me.’ Julie did as instructed and came and stood in front of him. Her arms wide to hold the tray, Charles watched her taut young tits rising and falling slightly in her bra as she breathed. He looked into her face and eyes. Her apprehension and fear made her look even more innocent and naïve close up than he’d noted earlier. Charles reminded himself of her record and need for discipline.
‘Put the tray down on the coffee table.’ He indicated a table to his right.
‘Now take off your bra and show me your tits.’ She reached up and did as she was told. Her breasts didn’t disappoint Charles; firm and full (although half the size of Catherine’s) after a short pause he reached up and tweaked each nipple in turn, eliciting slightly pained gasps that confirmed his suspicion that Julie was especially sensitive in this area.
‘And your panties.’ She bent down and removed them. Charles put out his hand and she passed them to him — he placed them on the tray for potential use later. Then he reached forward and felt for her cunt with his hand.
He’d felt many pussies over the years, but he never lost the sense of pleasure it gave him to touch a woman’s pussy for the first time. Julie’s was unshaved, her pubic hair soft and fine in his palm. She bucked a little as his fingers found her labia and clit, but stifled a cry. He massaged along her labia and pushed his finger inside a little until he met some moistness, then he dragged it up and out and across her clit. She bucked again, but her eyes stayed expressionless and she stayed silent apart from a suppressed moan, which she caught in her throat.
‘Turn round,’ Charles instructed, sneaking a quick lick of his wet finger as she turned. He didn’t want her to see that he was taking any pleasure, not yet.
‘Put your hands behind your back.’ He reached over and picked the handcuffs and collar from the tray, catching her hands with his left hand and then closing the cuffs over her wrists to restrain her. The feel of her delicate fingers in his palms, and the backs of his hands brushing the top of her arse, pleased him. Perhaps he would fuck her tomorrow, before he headed home.
He stood up and fastened the collar round her neck, turning her to face him again as he did so.
‘This is all preparation. As long as this collar is round your neck, you’re being punished. When I remove it you’ll be free to go. Do you understand me.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Good. From now on, this will be getting painful. That’s why your hands are bound, to stop you resisting and getting hurt more. You deserve it, but it will cause me almost as much pain as it does you. You are a bright girl, and you could have a very successful and fulfilling life. I never want to punish you like this again.’ He didn’t ask for her assent, but as he turned to pick the nipple clamps off the tray, he heard her whisper agreement very quietly.
‘No, sir.’
He glanced back at her face, and almost thought he saw something that looked like hope.
This look turned quickly back to fear though, when Julie saw what Charles held in his hands. He reached forward holding a nipple clamp, open and poised between his right forefinger and thumb, and almanbahis yeni giriş held it momentarily over her raised left nipple. Then he released the spring and it snapped shut on her flesh.
‘Graaagh.’ Her cry of pain was barely muffled this time, although Charles was appreciating her efforts. He released the second clamp onto her right nipple and she cried out again.
‘This is still preparation.’ He made sure Catherine could hear him too. Then he threaded the chain from Julie’s collar under the thin chain between the two nipple clamps and pulled it towards him, quite gently — but the effect on Julie as the chain pulled at her nipples was instant: her face contorted in pain, there was another muffled cry, and she leant towards Charles instinctively to try and reduce it. He released the chain and moved his hands to grip each of her breasts firmly from below instead.
‘I love the feel and texture of a nice pair of tits,’ he spoke aloud and squeezed Julie hard with both hands. They were indeed wonderfully firm yet giving, and her flesh pushed back pleasingly against his palms. He squeezed again.
‘Hmmm.’ Charles released her tits and reached for the vibrator with his right hand. His left hand shifted to her cunt, and he noted with satisfaction that she was already somewhat wetter than before. He pressed her cunt lips apart with his fingers and pushed the vibrator carefully but firmly up into her vagina.
‘Still preparing,’ he pressed his lips together as she squirmed. ‘This is a remotely-controlled little toy — designed for desperate and bored women to hide inside their cunts while sitting behind their desks to keep their eyes shining because they’re too frightened to let their boss fuck them.’
‘It has seven settings, but I’ve adapted it by adding seven more. We’ll start you on level six.’ He picked up his phone and brushed his finger across the screen. Julie jerked and closed her eyes tightly.
‘That’s background pain,’ Charles said, and pulled again on the chain as he sat down on the sofa in front of her.
‘Get over my knees now!’ He pulled again on the chain and then used both hands to arrange her arse so he could reach it with maximum effect. He picked up the paddle from the tray and then put it back and picked up Julie’s discarded panties instead. He reached around and stuffed them roughly in her mouth.
‘That’s a concession because you’ve done well so far. I’m going to spank you now, very hard, twelve times. After each blow I’m going to pull on this chain, like this;’ He pulled her nipple clamps taut and she arched her back in response. Then he sparked her twice, once on each buttock, with his open hand.
‘Those don’t count, because they hurt me as much as they hurt you, and also because I’m doing it simply because I enjoy the feel of your arse.’ He stroked each of her arse cheeks tenderly, finally letting his hand drift down the back of her thighs. He pulled his arm back to pick up his phone and swipe the intensity of the vibrator up to 10, then he picked up the paddle.
He paused to enjoy the feeling as the prone figure of Julie squirmed naked on his lap. Then he raised the paddle high and brought it down hard on her arse.
‘One.’ He tugged at the chain and let Julie arch in response. He turned the intensity up to 14 and stroked his finger across her clit for good measure.
‘Two.’ He stroked her reddening arse and squeezed her tit before pulling on the nipple clamps again. Julie’s back bent to escape the pin, her head pushing upwards and her hips down, impossibly constrained by Charles hands and legs — her backbone standing out through her smooth skin.
By the time he reached twelve her arse was comprehensively red and the outlines of every vertebrae in her back were etched into his mind. Her head had dropped almost to the floor, and her body was coated in sweat. Charles laid the paddle aside, turned off the vibrator and reached down to slide it out of her pussy. Her cunt and inner thighs were soaked with more than her sweat, and her juices had made a damp patch on Charles’ trousers. He put the wet vibrator on the tray and returned his hand to her pussy to massage a little more wetness into his palm, then he pushed her off his knees and onto the floor. He could see she was suppressing tears, and her panties still filled her mouth, preventing anything more than a muffled moan escaping.
‘Crawl back to the wall, stand up and stay there.’ He watched her retreating figure, licking her juices off his hand as she went. His nostrils flared slightly and he could feel his cock stirring. He had a strong urge to fuck Julie now. Punishing Catherine suddenly felt like an annoying chore.
It was, however, necessary. He picked up the ball gag and riding crop and walked over to stand behind Catherine, giving her arse a firm spank to let her know he’d arrived. She squealed.
‘It now Julie’s turn to listen to your punishment — so she has an idea of what might happen to her if she steps over the line again – and we’ll see if you can be quite so brave.’
‘I’m not very impressed so far, so I’m going to give you a bit of help. Open wide.’ He thrust the ball gag into her mouth and fastened it round her head. She was already crying, but he ignored this and removed her glasses.