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- Keep those legs together, would you?
In the headteacher’s office Olivia was standing tall and defiant - or rather she was trying to. The girl was holding her pleated skirt up, high enough for her briefs to be in full sight. The underwear’s shape was exposing the space where the tigh met the buttcheek and a little above; the fabric, white and transculent, left little to the imagination. This fashion choice, although complementing Olivia’s body features, didn’t play in her favor this particular day. Headmistress’ wooden ruler had been striking right across this exposed flesh again and again for the last several minutes. How long had it been? Olivia lost count when her bottom started to heat up and lost sense of time completely once she began to feel the stinging increasing so rapidly she couldn’t keep her posture together anymore. Her legs gave in and she started to shuffle them without even noticing. The headmistress however did notice he shuffling and Olivia was convinced that the woman considered it a grave offence, which resulted in strikes so well-measured Olivia couldn’t help but yelp at each and one of them.
- Seriously, what is wrong with you? Keep yourself together! I am not done with you yet!
The woman’s voice hardly got through the heavy haze of humilation fogging Olivia’s mind. Her body already betrayed her. No matter how hard she tried to maintain her composure and unfazed expresion, the best she could do was grit her teeth and hold her breath only to howl like a little wimp in the end. Every time she heard herself she felt yet another heatwave going up to her face. Weaving in place was the least Olivia could do, holding in the urge to outcry a plea for mercy. She and her dignity could still stand just a little more.
The ruler’s strokes were falling down slow and precise, the prolonged intervals stretching Olivia’s agony. It seemed to the girl like the teacher knew exactly what she was doing, aiming at maximizing both her pain and shame. Olivia was thankful to every higher force possible that she wasn’t told to remove her underwear. Even with that layer of false protection on, Olivia already knew that whenever she was going to sit down again she will regret it once the headmistress is done with her. And it seemed like no end were to grace the poor girl soon. The heat she felt on her ass seemed to spread and embrace her whole bottom. With yet another stroke Olivia started to feel something else than pain. She felt tingling where she least expected it. Much to her dismay she realised that the stinging from the ruler paddling was... getting to her, but in a rather peculiar way. And with that realisation the most flagrant noise so far escaped her mouth. She tried to shake it off, much to her teacher’s dismay.
- Olivia, god damn it! - the teacher raised her voice, even though until now she remained somewhat collected. - Keep wriggling those legs and I will smack you right between them! - she threatened. Olivia couldn’t judge if the teacher was being serious. Yet it was enough to make her heart skip a beat and pump her blood through her veins even faster than it was already flushing her strained body.
The room was dead silent except Olivia’s sharp breathing that she tried to control while waiting for another stroke to come. It came much lighter and even more spaced out now, yet for Olivia’s strained nerves it was aleady too much to handle with her usual forced ignorance. She had to fight off her anger, shame, pain and the creeping unwanted arousal. Of course she would still wriggle her legs - and wriggle them one time too much for the teacher to handle.
The woman stepped in front of the girl, weighing the infamous tool in her hand. Olivia, still obediently holding her skirt up, bit her lip and looked down to stop herself from begging the teacher not to fullfil her dready promise. The girl couldn’t stand the heavy gaze. She couldn’t stand any of it anymore. She knew she was inches apart from becoming a weeping, begging mess. No matter how much it might annoy the headmistress, Olivia just had to remain silent.
- Not even gracing me with your words, huh? - the teacher shook her head with scorn, standing so dangerously close the girl could smell her faint perfume. - Open those naughty legs. - she commanded. Olivia’s eyes widened although she didn’t look up. - Now. You hear me, Olivia?
- Yes... - was all Olivia could whisper. The teacher took a stroll back behind the girl and Olivia felt the tip of the ruler patting gently on her inner tight as if to hurry her up. She moved her feet few inches apart and felt tapping a little higher. Insecure, she spread her legs just a little more.
- Ready? - the teacher asked and Olivia could have sworn she could hear the smirk in her voice. The girl swallowed as shivers went down her spine. - Y-es... - she gave a barely audible answer.
First it was just a measuring tap, settled below her asshole, at the base of the opening of her pussy. Then, a sharp blow from below up - and then a strange, dull sensation. Olivia hissed but had no time to ponder as there came another one, and another, and another, and another... This series of five caused her to yelp loudly while trying to escape by jolting her body up. Of course, it didn’t help one bit.Olivia was left there on her tippy toes, clutching the hem of her skirt helplessly, rapidly inhaling and exhaling. The pause made her aware of the dull throbbing between her legs. She could try and deny what it meant, but how she wished she could clamp her tights together now! There was not even a chance, however, as after that while of consideration Olivia was smakcked up another five times, then another. She was grunting to hold the desperate cry in. Her private parts were pulsating terribly with titillation and she felt herself getting moist. Another five smacks made Olivia jump up while trying not to completely lose her balance. The teacher clicked her tongue and reminded Olivia of her deserved position, tapping on the girl’s inner tights. The tingling growing in her untouched clitoris made her painfully aware of her unsuited arousal. It wasn’t going away, even with the pain increasing. And just for a second it occured to her that maybe it was a pity that having her parts hit from the back meant her most important pleasure point won’t get any contact. And just when she was trying not to think about it, about her yearning for even a slightest touch on her clit, another series came and Olivia couldn’t hold her voice in anymore.
In her pitiful state the girl realised the horrible truth: the headmistress could go on and on like this with no virtual effect on her, while Olivia... well, she just couldn’t. Her head was dizzy, her ass was on fire and her soaked panties were clinging to her quivering pussy. It felt like that state was to never go away, as if she was stuck in this desperate state while time went still. She had to break the spell of her broken pride and speak up. “Speak up, Olivia!” she persuaded herself in her thoughts. In reality though, she gave out the loudest moan when the ruler tapped gently her swelled pussy. Olivia gasped at her own responce and imidiately covered her mouth with both hands, causing her skirt to fall down. She heard the teacher walking up to face her and Olivia knew she will not be amused.
- Ma’am! - she exclaimed loudly, fixing her bewildered gaze on the floor. - I’m so sorry!
- It’s good to hear at least that...
- Yes, ma’aam... I'm sorry...
- Does it feel like a lesson learned?
- Yes, it- it feels horrible! - Olivia could feel her cheeks burning again. Surely she learned something new about herself today and it was a lesson hard to forget. The teacher chuckled shortly but procedeed to give Olivia a talk. The girl tried to focus but just couldn’t bear to listen carefully. This lingering sensation between her legs made it very hard to focus on anything else. She didn't know if she wanted to do anything about what she felt in her groin. It will go away after a while, but... maybe... what if... She couldn’t even tell where her mind wandered.
Finally, after murmuring more apologies and justifications, Olivia was excused out of the office, very unsure how to carry on with her day. Thank goodness, she was free to go home now...
In the headteacher’s office Olivia was standing tall and defiant - or rather she was trying to. The girl was holding her pleated skirt up, high enough for her briefs to be in full sight. The underwear’s shape was exposing the space where the tigh met the buttcheek and a little above; the fabric, white and transculent, left little to the imagination. This fashion choice, although complementing Olivia’s body features, didn’t play in her favor this particular day. Headmistress’ wooden ruler had been striking right across this exposed flesh again and again for the last several minutes. How long had it been? Olivia lost count when her bottom started to heat up and lost sense of time completely once she began to feel the stinging increasing so rapidly she couldn’t keep her posture together anymore. Her legs gave in and she started to shuffle them without even noticing. The headmistress however did notice he shuffling and Olivia was convinced that the woman considered it a grave offence, which resulted in strikes so well-measured Olivia couldn’t help but yelp at each and one of them.
- Seriously, what is wrong with you? Keep yourself together! I am not done with you yet!
The woman’s voice hardly got through the heavy haze of humilation fogging Olivia’s mind. Her body already betrayed her. No matter how hard she tried to maintain her composure and unfazed expresion, the best she could do was grit her teeth and hold her breath only to howl like a little wimp in the end. Every time she heard herself she felt yet another heatwave going up to her face. Weaving in place was the least Olivia could do, holding in the urge to outcry a plea for mercy. She and her dignity could still stand just a little more.
The ruler’s strokes were falling down slow and precise, the prolonged intervals stretching Olivia’s agony. It seemed to the girl like the teacher knew exactly what she was doing, aiming at maximizing both her pain and shame. Olivia was thankful to every higher force possible that she wasn’t told to remove her underwear. Even with that layer of false protection on, Olivia already knew that whenever she was going to sit down again she will regret it once the headmistress is done with her. And it seemed like no end were to grace the poor girl soon. The heat she felt on her ass seemed to spread and embrace her whole bottom. With yet another stroke Olivia started to feel something else than pain. She felt tingling where she least expected it. Much to her dismay she realised that the stinging from the ruler paddling was... getting to her, but in a rather peculiar way. And with that realisation the most flagrant noise so far escaped her mouth. She tried to shake it off, much to her teacher’s dismay.
- Olivia, god damn it! - the teacher raised her voice, even though until now she remained somewhat collected. - Keep wriggling those legs and I will smack you right between them! - she threatened. Olivia couldn’t judge if the teacher was being serious. Yet it was enough to make her heart skip a beat and pump her blood through her veins even faster than it was already flushing her strained body.
The room was dead silent except Olivia’s sharp breathing that she tried to control while waiting for another stroke to come. It came much lighter and even more spaced out now, yet for Olivia’s strained nerves it was aleady too much to handle with her usual forced ignorance. She had to fight off her anger, shame, pain and the creeping unwanted arousal. Of course she would still wriggle her legs - and wriggle them one time too much for the teacher to handle.
The woman stepped in front of the girl, weighing the infamous tool in her hand. Olivia, still obediently holding her skirt up, bit her lip and looked down to stop herself from begging the teacher not to fullfil her dready promise. The girl couldn’t stand the heavy gaze. She couldn’t stand any of it anymore. She knew she was inches apart from becoming a weeping, begging mess. No matter how much it might annoy the headmistress, Olivia just had to remain silent.
- Not even gracing me with your words, huh? - the teacher shook her head with scorn, standing so dangerously close the girl could smell her faint perfume. - Open those naughty legs. - she commanded. Olivia’s eyes widened although she didn’t look up. - Now. You hear me, Olivia?
- Yes... - was all Olivia could whisper. The teacher took a stroll back behind the girl and Olivia felt the tip of the ruler patting gently on her inner tight as if to hurry her up. She moved her feet few inches apart and felt tapping a little higher. Insecure, she spread her legs just a little more.
- Ready? - the teacher asked and Olivia could have sworn she could hear the smirk in her voice. The girl swallowed as shivers went down her spine. - Y-es... - she gave a barely audible answer.
First it was just a measuring tap, settled below her asshole, at the base of the opening of her pussy. Then, a sharp blow from below up - and then a strange, dull sensation. Olivia hissed but had no time to ponder as there came another one, and another, and another, and another... This series of five caused her to yelp loudly while trying to escape by jolting her body up. Of course, it didn’t help one bit.Olivia was left there on her tippy toes, clutching the hem of her skirt helplessly, rapidly inhaling and exhaling. The pause made her aware of the dull throbbing between her legs. She could try and deny what it meant, but how she wished she could clamp her tights together now! There was not even a chance, however, as after that while of consideration Olivia was smakcked up another five times, then another. She was grunting to hold the desperate cry in. Her private parts were pulsating terribly with titillation and she felt herself getting moist. Another five smacks made Olivia jump up while trying not to completely lose her balance. The teacher clicked her tongue and reminded Olivia of her deserved position, tapping on the girl’s inner tights. The tingling growing in her untouched clitoris made her painfully aware of her unsuited arousal. It wasn’t going away, even with the pain increasing. And just for a second it occured to her that maybe it was a pity that having her parts hit from the back meant her most important pleasure point won’t get any contact. And just when she was trying not to think about it, about her yearning for even a slightest touch on her clit, another series came and Olivia couldn’t hold her voice in anymore.
In her pitiful state the girl realised the horrible truth: the headmistress could go on and on like this with no virtual effect on her, while Olivia... well, she just couldn’t. Her head was dizzy, her ass was on fire and her soaked panties were clinging to her quivering pussy. It felt like that state was to never go away, as if she was stuck in this desperate state while time went still. She had to break the spell of her broken pride and speak up. “Speak up, Olivia!” she persuaded herself in her thoughts. In reality though, she gave out the loudest moan when the ruler tapped gently her swelled pussy. Olivia gasped at her own responce and imidiately covered her mouth with both hands, causing her skirt to fall down. She heard the teacher walking up to face her and Olivia knew she will not be amused.
- Ma’am! - she exclaimed loudly, fixing her bewildered gaze on the floor. - I’m so sorry!
- It’s good to hear at least that...
- Yes, ma’aam... I'm sorry...
- Does it feel like a lesson learned?
- Yes, it- it feels horrible! - Olivia could feel her cheeks burning again. Surely she learned something new about herself today and it was a lesson hard to forget. The teacher chuckled shortly but procedeed to give Olivia a talk. The girl tried to focus but just couldn’t bear to listen carefully. This lingering sensation between her legs made it very hard to focus on anything else. She didn't know if she wanted to do anything about what she felt in her groin. It will go away after a while, but... maybe... what if... She couldn’t even tell where her mind wandered.
Finally, after murmuring more apologies and justifications, Olivia was excused out of the office, very unsure how to carry on with her day. Thank goodness, she was free to go home now...
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