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The secretaries got spanked and that turned Bonnie on. It also made Dean Perkins very hard. Spanking Julie’s cute tush can do that to you!
Then after the crying girls were sent on their way, mascara running down their faces and hands holding their scorched bottoms, Bonnie needed a poke real bad. With the front of the dean’s pants being pushed out, who was better to ask?
“Bob, I need it now, can’t wait till later. But how do we do it with me in this tight business suit?”
Lucky for Bonnie, Bob Perkins could do it anywhere, and often did. He took her back to the spanking chair and removed her skirt and panties. After giving her pussy and ass cheeks a tongue bath, Bonnie got so hot, she pulled him up and ate his cock until it almost disappeared.
Perkins then had his principal stand astride his lap and taught her to fuck standing up, cowboy style. Still being in school, Bob gave her the silky panties back to stifle her screams. Bonnie rode him hard and her cums were even harder. When her orgasms came, she bit down on the small piece of silk, but Perkins still heard her “ohh, ohh, ohh’s” and felt the waves of ecstasy flowing over her body.
Perkins had agreed to visit her this evening. Bonnie had done him a few times in her office, but it was risky. She planned to fuck him real hard tonight. Living on a quiet street, she could scream her lungs out.
Bonnie had been turned on by the spankings she administered this week and was dropping hints all week about going over the dean’s lap as well.
Perkins hadn’t decided yet whether to spank his boss or not. The idea had been on hold since the aftermath of their first poke after the Dave Smith spanking earlier in the week. Smith, one of Middlesex’s science teachers had to drop his drawers and go over Bonnie’s lap to accept a humiliating and painful hairbrush spanking. Perkins’ presence, as Smith presented his bare buns to the principal, only added to Smith’s debasement.
Perkins had to decide soon. There was no prettier sight than a pair of comely ass cheeks rolling on his lap. Perkins, always looking forward to warming a firm set of buns, would be happy to accommodate her. It would define their relationship.
What intrigued Bonnie was how Smith had orgasmed while over her lap. She didn’t know what caused it but wanted to experience the same thing.
Perkins had been spanking seventeen and eighteen year olds for several years and it was a labor of love. The paddling of the boys was just part of the job. But spanking the bare bottoms of the teenaged girls really turned him on. He was glad Holly had hired on as his secretary when she graduated Middlesex High. She very willingly drained his jism after each spanking that she witnessed, or heard about.
Perkins understood the crying, kicking of feet, and begging for remission. “Please stop spanking me, Dean Perkins. It really stings.”
What confused him was why these pretty young ladies, constantly did things that they knew would earn their pert bottoms a smart spanking over his lap.
Now his boss was blatantly suggesting that she too wanted to go dress up and panties down over his knees. What’s a guy to do?
Did Bonnie really want her buns toasted or was she just cock teasing to get him hard? Perkins didn’t know, but if a pretty lady had to go over his lap, he knew just what to do.
And if that’s what his boss wanted, how hard, how long and how red should he spank her sweet melons? This was a fine line he had to walk.
Perkins pulled up to Bonnie’s house on a quiet street. He noticed the distance to her neighbors and wondered how much they would hear. She must have heard him drive up as the door opened for him. He entered and couldn’t believe his eyes. She was beautiful.
Bonnie was wearing a short red summery type dress. The top had buttons from just under her pushed up tits to her waist. The bottom came very high on her silk encased thighs and flared out a bit. He followed those lovely legs down to her high heels. Just thinking about what was under that dress made his cock hard again.
“Hello, Dean Perkins. I appreciate the courtesy of you coming to your principal’s home to administer her spanking. Having the staff hear it in school would be devastating to my leadership,” she said with a coy smile.
Not having decided how to handle this, he just followed her lead.
“You look beautiful tonight, Miss Anderson.”
“I wanted to look nice for my dean, in case we had some professional matters to attend to. Do we, Bob?”
She leaned into him and kissed him, teasing him with her tongue. She noticed the swelling in his pants and pushed her thigh against it, hoping to ward off the severity of any spanking he was considering. Although Bonnie wanted to go over the dean’s lap, she didn’t need a fire blazing in her bottom all weekend.
“As I told you this afternoon, Miss Anderson, professional people are forced by circumstances to act beyond their desires. Regardless of my personal feelings for you, I am bound to my obligations.”
Looking around the front part of the house, Perkins asked her to meet him in the living room. He picked up a straight-backed chair from the kitchen and followed her. Then he called out, “I almost forgot, Miss Anderson, please bring me your hairbrush. We’ll need it shortly.”
Anticipating an evening of sucking and fucking, Bonnie didn’t like what was developing. However, just as the many young girls who have visited his lap before her, the thought of baring herself while draped over his knees was enticing. Whatever happened, Bonnie was sure it would conclude with plenty of pussy juice flying about.
Bonnie went to her dressing room to get her wooden hairbrush. Just watching her walk was wonderful. The short bottom of her pretty dress swayed around her long black legs as her heels clicked on the tile floor. Perkins pictured being under that dress and between those lovely legs.
Bonnie saw the brush but found it hard to pick up, as if it were hot. She sucked in some air, grabbed it and walked to her man, not knowing what to expect. He was so loving just a few hours before. She entered the living room prancing on those heels again. The last thing she wanted was a hot hairbrush blasting her sweet buns, or did she?
Bonnie was hoping for a light warm hand spanking, followed by as many hot cums as Bob could pull out of her. Only time would tell.
Perkins was standing by the chair, waiting for her to return. It was well placed in the center of the room. He set the chair so Bonnie could watch her spanking in the mirror. Not wearing a jacket, he sat down and started rolling up his right sleeve, very slowly. Bonnie definitely was very apprehensive, but felt compelled to go along with the program. When his sleeve was above his elbow, she stepped close to his right side.
“Miss Anderson, having seen you administer several spankings this week, I believe you know what to do.”
Not sure if she wanted this to happen, she clenched her bottom cheeks and leaned over the dean’s lap. As the bottom of the dress rode up, Perkins got even harder. Tonight she had changed to a red garter belt and panties, contrasting with the black hose. These stockings were different from the pussy stained ones she wore that afternoon.
Perkins lifted the dress the rest of the way to her back and enjoyed the view. He ran his hand along the long black legs and up to her creamy thighs. He dawdled there a while and felt her tremors. The panties, while small, were not the thong type. They came across her round cheeks and disappeared into her crack about half way up. Her lovely thighs had the red garter straps running down both sides until finally clipping and holding on to the hose. He felt the snaps on the front.
Perkins fixated on that panty covered tush for a while and then ran his hand over it. Trying to convince him to do something else, she ground into his hard cock, something he found most girls preparing for a spanking did.
“Miss Anderson, do you know why you are here?”
“Yes, Dean. I made a big mistake when spanking Dave Smith and let him cum while over my lap. My language hasn’t been appropriate for a high school principal, and even well behaved women need a tune up every now and then. Then we had the problem with the secretaries. As principal I accept full responsibility for that, despite the two well delivered spankings we put into their cute buns today.”
“I am glad you understand, Miss Anderson. That will make what I have to do now easier for me to accept.”
He then placed his fingers under the waistband of the red panties and very slowly drew them over her firm mounds. She even lifted herself a bit to assist him. Perkins stopped when he reached the top of her thighs, admiring the perfectly round globes, as they burst forth in their freedom.
Perkins slowly pulled the tiny panties to mid thigh where they contrasted with the black hose, yet still matched the red garter straps. Leaving the panties there, hugging those lush thighs, he returned to that fantastic ass and began sliding around its surface, as if looking for a good place to start his boss’ first spanking.
Not sure of where to go, or even what to do, he continued caressing both sweet buns. This was the type of spanking Bonnie had hoped for.
Then, making up his mind to have the best of both worlds, he announced, “Are you ready, Madam Principal, for your dean to spank you?”
“Yes, Bob, but please be gentle. This is not Julie, or Peabody, over your lap.”
Perkins began with light well-placed slaps. He decided not to hurt her, but give her what he called a “love spanking”, a mere prelude to a night of fucking and cumming. He alternated each round cheek, but kept them very light. If he were right she would start dripping very soon.
After every five or six spank taps, Perkins switched to caresses, occasionally going between the cheeks for more foreplay.
After a dozen, Bonnie knew what he was doing. She raised her head and looked in the mirror.
“Dean Perkins, I am very sorry for my bad behavior and want you to spank me some more. Even the principal needs an attitude adjustment on occasion. That is exactly why I appointed you dean. I expect you to do your duty, Sir. Do you want my hairbrush now?”
“So you believe you need some more, ah, training for your position, Miss Anderson?”
“Yes Dean, it’s the only way to keep our school running properly. No one is above the rules.”
He begrudgingly left the space between her cheeks and began the love taps all over her bottom again. Bonnie made believe that they hurt and rolled and begged him to stop. Kicking her legs out, she cried, “Oh please, Dean Perkins, my buns hurt so much. Please stop spanking my poor tush.”
Now that they both knew this was an adult spanking game and not the real thing, it got much better. There would be five light taps and then a few minutes of hand roving on both lovely orbs.
“This dress is not what a principal wears to school, Miss Anderson, that is unless she wants it lifted for a spanking.”
“I’m sooo sorry, Dean Perkins. Please stop this hard spanking and I will change my clothes.”
“You will change it after I change the color of your bottom, Young Lady.”
“Oh please, Dean Perkins, I promise I will be a better principal, please stop spanking me. My bottom is burning up.”
“You need a dozen more, then we will see if you have learned anything.”
After laying six sweet ones on the right cheek, and caressing it for a minute or two between taps, Perkins stopped. Bonnie opened her legs as wide as the panties would allow. Before continuing, Perkins ran a finger along her wet slit, causing her to squirm and moan.
“There are six more coming, Miss Anderson. Hold on to the chair legs for them.”
“Oh please, no more.” She put her right hand behind her to protect her buns, but it was holding the hairbrush.
Perkins took the brush from her and held her arm behind her back with his left hand.
“You know what that means, don’t you?”
He gave her six with the hairbrush, slightly harder than those with his hand.
Somewhat surprised, she yelped a few times and kicked her feet. Perkins admired the outline of the hairbrush on her round, now light pink buns. Returning the brush to her and releasing her arm, Perkins instructed Bonnie to hold the chair legs again. Difficult to hold both, but Bonnie was in no position to debate the point.
“Yes Sir.”
Once holding on tight, she turned up her pussy to him. Perkins slowly placed his right thumb into her warm vault and began a slow massage. His boss bucked and moaned. He felt pussy juice oozing onto his lap. Before she could climax, he stopped.
“We haven’t finished yet. Miss Anderson. Are you ready to properly receive the rest of your spanking, Madam Principal?”
Then the real last six fell. They were not even spanks. Each time Perkins touched her butt, he squeezed her bottom and let at least one finger drop in the separation. The game playing was over now. She was starting her moans in earnest. When Perkins brushed her anus, Bonnie bounced up.
Knowing what Bonnie wanted, he put a finger in her wet pussy and borrowed some lubricant.
Perkins then slid slowly into her rear door. Having experienced this just the other day, Bonnie knew just how to arch her back and accept the full intrusion. Bonnie twisted her bottom as Perkins slid his long invading finger in and out. A few of those warm insertions had Bonnie quivering very shortly.
“Oh, oh, oooh, Bob, so good,” Bonnie screamed out as a long hot squirt of pussy juice came flying out. When she stopped bouncing and caught her breath, she looked into the mirror and said, “Dean Perkins, you can spank me anytime.”
Perkins always believed that there was nothing sexier that a nice set of buns squirming on his lap and shooting out a warm geyser.
“It’s time for the hairbrush now, Miss Anderson.”
Not believing what she heard, after what he just did to her, she went blank.
“What do you mean Bob? You just gave me a great cum, why do you want my hairbrush?”
“I didn’t say I wanted it Bonnie. You need it to fix your hair after lying on my lap so long.”
She jumped up and kissed him all over his face.
“As your dean, I made a decision that your spanking be consistent with your misdeeds. I doubt you will allow Smith another cum, should you spank him again, and if I can fuck you, hearing the word is no big deal. The secretaries, well the secretaries was our foreplay, right, Boss?”
Perkins went under the short dress and had Bonnie step out of her panties. “You really don’t need these when I’m here; I can’t get enough of your sweet buns.”
Bonnie took them, kissed Perkins warmly, and went towards her dressing room.
They took a break as Bonnie did her hair. Perkins looked around the rooms for the next place to poke her. He had a plan for each piece of furniture. How to decide?
A few moments later she returned with her hair brushed very nicely. Her hairbrush still worked. How nice!
Bonnie looked outstanding in the summer dress, its red color contrasting with her black legs where they met at mid thigh.
Bonnie came to him and he stood up. He gravitated towards her firm tits and kissed their tops, the cleavage clearly showing above the dress. Perkins opened the top few buttons and they popped out. Bonnie was wearing a push up bra that put her tits in his face. This bra was different from the one she wore last time. The front was cut out and her nipples and aureoles were exposed.
He kissed both, licked them with his tongue and then went to work. He took the right one in his mouth and chewed on it tenderly as his right hand rubbed the left nipple until it and its aureole were stiff.
Perkins sat her on his left thigh, removed the bra with his left hand, and went to work on her now freed tits. His right hand rubbed the left one briskly. The aureole looked like a road map. His fingers made it grow like a small cock.
As that firm breast was being caressed, her right nipple was being nibbled and the part inside his teeth licked. Bonnie never had this done before but Perkins knew what was going to happen. He put his left hand behind her and increased the action on her nipples. She didn’t scream but her whole body quivered as another orgasm went thru her. When she calmed down, Bonnie kissed him again and asked, “How do you do that, Bob?”
“I am merely releasing all the cums you’ve built up in that very sexy body, Boss.”
“I should have met you years ago, Bob, I’ve missed hundreds!”
“Well, Miss Anderson, while you’ve been getting your jolly rocks off, my cock is starting to hurt from prolonged erection. I have one more left for you and then we have to get my jism out before I squirt like a teenager. How would the lady like her poke?”
She smiled and removed her dress. Not having her panties on anymore, she stood there proudly in her heels, hose and red garter belt.
“Sweetie, walk to the end of the room and then return to me.”
He adored her prance and admired her sweet ass cheeks bouncing atop those long shiny black legs. His eyes eagerly went from her great ass all the way down to her to sexy heels and back again. His huge cock grew even bigger and almost broke through his pants.
When she returned, Perkins kissed her tummy and then turned her around. Bonnie’s ass globes were full, firm and mildly pink contrasting against the black thigh high stockings. He slapped them a few times, then kissed them and ended with a bite that caused her to yelp.
“Bonnie, let’s use the spanking chair a different way. I have a surprise for you.”
He watched her strut over there and showed her how to bend over the back. He went to her and spread her lips, entering her with his tongue. By spreading her legs widely, Perkins found her clit and went to work. Bonnie was screaming in a moment.
When her cum was over and her ass stopped quivering, Perkins stepped back and again admired her great backside and legs. Beautifully surrounded by her hose and garter belt, they were a sight to behold. Perkins couldn’t believe how enticing she looked for her age.
He wiped up some pussy juice from between her thighs and rubbed it over her perfectly round ass globes. Perkins ran a finger between the glimmering hemispheres and stopped at her anus, applied some light pressure, which caused her to moan and twist. Then he pulled back and gave her a few love taps on each lovely cheek. In between spanks he again separated her firm butt cheeks and teased her anus and pussy lips. Her moans told him she was ready again.
“If the lady wants another poke before I explode, she must tell me how and where.”
Bonnie stood him up, dropped his drawers and starting sucking on that huge cock. After it was nice and wet, she draped herself over the side of the couch, as in her office, and “showed him the pink.” Perkins bent into his work, but gave her the thumb first. He didn’t have much left and wanted to get her off again.
Her G-spot went wild at the touch and she screamed for his cock. Perkins pulled the wet digit out and gave Bonnie a hot beef injection. Very hot and plenty of beef.
It only took a few well-placed thrusts and Bonnie was gone. Not having any school folks to worry about, Bonnie just screamed as each wave of her orgasm swept over her body.
“Ooh, ooh, oooh, oooh,” she squealed, until she collapsed on the couch. Perkins pulled out slowly, trying to save himself for a good cum of his own. As he thought of which way he wanted it, Bonnie slowly got up and came to him. “Bob, that was great. I’ve never been fucked so well before.”
She put him on the couch and took the monster. “Let the principal run the show now, Mister. Just lie back and let Bonnie take care of her man.”
She took a pillow and put it on the floor for her knees. First she squeezed his balls and then began licking the red head of his cock. Grabbing the monster with both hands, Bonnie took it in her mouth and went to work. Perkins felt the rumble start real low and slowly build. As Bonnie stroked him, he felt the cum growing. Besides her hands, her mouth was assuaging those nerve endings in the head of his cock. Between the two, his cum was not far away.
He straightened himself on his back and concentrated on what Bonnie was doing to him. Knowing he would shoot soon, he grabbed the cushions with his fingers and held on tight. He felt the jism working up his cock and arched his back. He exploded again and again. Each time a full burst of jism shot into her mouth.
Bonnie kept stroking away and pumping out the cums. He ran dry at fifteen and collapsed. Bonnie leaned over him with her cum filled mouth and kissed him.
“Was that good, Dean Perkins? Thank you for spanking me. It truly ‘modified my behavior.’ I know I really needed it and will be very good from now on. And if I’m not, well, you know how to lower my panties.”
The dean smiled at his boss; another satisfied customer.
To Be Continued:
Stay tuned for out next segment of blazing bottoms at Middlesex High. First question is, what happens to the secretaries? Thoroughly spanked and humiliated, will they continue working for Dean Perkins and Bonnie? After the weekend, and the initial sizzle passes, how will their bottoms feel and what will they want/need?
Think we’ll ever see the wet panty brigade again, maybe without their panties?
Anyone know how to spank a dozen women at once?
Who would be invited to watch?
Will Julie join the dean’s stable and need a taste everyday? If so, how will Perkins still satisfy Holly and Bonnie? Who knows who will walk into Bob’s office on a given day with a note from their teacher, suggesting the bearer drop her panties for the lesson of the day.
Lest we forget about Bob, how will he handle it all? Even a train stops once in a while!
Rickey Smarts © 2013
Then after the crying girls were sent on their way, mascara running down their faces and hands holding their scorched bottoms, Bonnie needed a poke real bad. With the front of the dean’s pants being pushed out, who was better to ask?
“Bob, I need it now, can’t wait till later. But how do we do it with me in this tight business suit?”
Lucky for Bonnie, Bob Perkins could do it anywhere, and often did. He took her back to the spanking chair and removed her skirt and panties. After giving her pussy and ass cheeks a tongue bath, Bonnie got so hot, she pulled him up and ate his cock until it almost disappeared.
Perkins then had his principal stand astride his lap and taught her to fuck standing up, cowboy style. Still being in school, Bob gave her the silky panties back to stifle her screams. Bonnie rode him hard and her cums were even harder. When her orgasms came, she bit down on the small piece of silk, but Perkins still heard her “ohh, ohh, ohh’s” and felt the waves of ecstasy flowing over her body.
Perkins had agreed to visit her this evening. Bonnie had done him a few times in her office, but it was risky. She planned to fuck him real hard tonight. Living on a quiet street, she could scream her lungs out.
Bonnie had been turned on by the spankings she administered this week and was dropping hints all week about going over the dean’s lap as well.
Perkins hadn’t decided yet whether to spank his boss or not. The idea had been on hold since the aftermath of their first poke after the Dave Smith spanking earlier in the week. Smith, one of Middlesex’s science teachers had to drop his drawers and go over Bonnie’s lap to accept a humiliating and painful hairbrush spanking. Perkins’ presence, as Smith presented his bare buns to the principal, only added to Smith’s debasement.
Perkins had to decide soon. There was no prettier sight than a pair of comely ass cheeks rolling on his lap. Perkins, always looking forward to warming a firm set of buns, would be happy to accommodate her. It would define their relationship.
What intrigued Bonnie was how Smith had orgasmed while over her lap. She didn’t know what caused it but wanted to experience the same thing.
Perkins had been spanking seventeen and eighteen year olds for several years and it was a labor of love. The paddling of the boys was just part of the job. But spanking the bare bottoms of the teenaged girls really turned him on. He was glad Holly had hired on as his secretary when she graduated Middlesex High. She very willingly drained his jism after each spanking that she witnessed, or heard about.
Perkins understood the crying, kicking of feet, and begging for remission. “Please stop spanking me, Dean Perkins. It really stings.”
What confused him was why these pretty young ladies, constantly did things that they knew would earn their pert bottoms a smart spanking over his lap.
Now his boss was blatantly suggesting that she too wanted to go dress up and panties down over his knees. What’s a guy to do?
Did Bonnie really want her buns toasted or was she just cock teasing to get him hard? Perkins didn’t know, but if a pretty lady had to go over his lap, he knew just what to do.
And if that’s what his boss wanted, how hard, how long and how red should he spank her sweet melons? This was a fine line he had to walk.
Perkins pulled up to Bonnie’s house on a quiet street. He noticed the distance to her neighbors and wondered how much they would hear. She must have heard him drive up as the door opened for him. He entered and couldn’t believe his eyes. She was beautiful.
Bonnie was wearing a short red summery type dress. The top had buttons from just under her pushed up tits to her waist. The bottom came very high on her silk encased thighs and flared out a bit. He followed those lovely legs down to her high heels. Just thinking about what was under that dress made his cock hard again.
“Hello, Dean Perkins. I appreciate the courtesy of you coming to your principal’s home to administer her spanking. Having the staff hear it in school would be devastating to my leadership,” she said with a coy smile.
Not having decided how to handle this, he just followed her lead.
“You look beautiful tonight, Miss Anderson.”
“I wanted to look nice for my dean, in case we had some professional matters to attend to. Do we, Bob?”
She leaned into him and kissed him, teasing him with her tongue. She noticed the swelling in his pants and pushed her thigh against it, hoping to ward off the severity of any spanking he was considering. Although Bonnie wanted to go over the dean’s lap, she didn’t need a fire blazing in her bottom all weekend.
“As I told you this afternoon, Miss Anderson, professional people are forced by circumstances to act beyond their desires. Regardless of my personal feelings for you, I am bound to my obligations.”
Looking around the front part of the house, Perkins asked her to meet him in the living room. He picked up a straight-backed chair from the kitchen and followed her. Then he called out, “I almost forgot, Miss Anderson, please bring me your hairbrush. We’ll need it shortly.”
Anticipating an evening of sucking and fucking, Bonnie didn’t like what was developing. However, just as the many young girls who have visited his lap before her, the thought of baring herself while draped over his knees was enticing. Whatever happened, Bonnie was sure it would conclude with plenty of pussy juice flying about.
Bonnie went to her dressing room to get her wooden hairbrush. Just watching her walk was wonderful. The short bottom of her pretty dress swayed around her long black legs as her heels clicked on the tile floor. Perkins pictured being under that dress and between those lovely legs.
Bonnie saw the brush but found it hard to pick up, as if it were hot. She sucked in some air, grabbed it and walked to her man, not knowing what to expect. He was so loving just a few hours before. She entered the living room prancing on those heels again. The last thing she wanted was a hot hairbrush blasting her sweet buns, or did she?
Bonnie was hoping for a light warm hand spanking, followed by as many hot cums as Bob could pull out of her. Only time would tell.
Perkins was standing by the chair, waiting for her to return. It was well placed in the center of the room. He set the chair so Bonnie could watch her spanking in the mirror. Not wearing a jacket, he sat down and started rolling up his right sleeve, very slowly. Bonnie definitely was very apprehensive, but felt compelled to go along with the program. When his sleeve was above his elbow, she stepped close to his right side.
“Miss Anderson, having seen you administer several spankings this week, I believe you know what to do.”
Not sure if she wanted this to happen, she clenched her bottom cheeks and leaned over the dean’s lap. As the bottom of the dress rode up, Perkins got even harder. Tonight she had changed to a red garter belt and panties, contrasting with the black hose. These stockings were different from the pussy stained ones she wore that afternoon.
Perkins lifted the dress the rest of the way to her back and enjoyed the view. He ran his hand along the long black legs and up to her creamy thighs. He dawdled there a while and felt her tremors. The panties, while small, were not the thong type. They came across her round cheeks and disappeared into her crack about half way up. Her lovely thighs had the red garter straps running down both sides until finally clipping and holding on to the hose. He felt the snaps on the front.
Perkins fixated on that panty covered tush for a while and then ran his hand over it. Trying to convince him to do something else, she ground into his hard cock, something he found most girls preparing for a spanking did.
“Miss Anderson, do you know why you are here?”
“Yes, Dean. I made a big mistake when spanking Dave Smith and let him cum while over my lap. My language hasn’t been appropriate for a high school principal, and even well behaved women need a tune up every now and then. Then we had the problem with the secretaries. As principal I accept full responsibility for that, despite the two well delivered spankings we put into their cute buns today.”
“I am glad you understand, Miss Anderson. That will make what I have to do now easier for me to accept.”
He then placed his fingers under the waistband of the red panties and very slowly drew them over her firm mounds. She even lifted herself a bit to assist him. Perkins stopped when he reached the top of her thighs, admiring the perfectly round globes, as they burst forth in their freedom.
Perkins slowly pulled the tiny panties to mid thigh where they contrasted with the black hose, yet still matched the red garter straps. Leaving the panties there, hugging those lush thighs, he returned to that fantastic ass and began sliding around its surface, as if looking for a good place to start his boss’ first spanking.
Not sure of where to go, or even what to do, he continued caressing both sweet buns. This was the type of spanking Bonnie had hoped for.
Then, making up his mind to have the best of both worlds, he announced, “Are you ready, Madam Principal, for your dean to spank you?”
“Yes, Bob, but please be gentle. This is not Julie, or Peabody, over your lap.”
Perkins began with light well-placed slaps. He decided not to hurt her, but give her what he called a “love spanking”, a mere prelude to a night of fucking and cumming. He alternated each round cheek, but kept them very light. If he were right she would start dripping very soon.
After every five or six spank taps, Perkins switched to caresses, occasionally going between the cheeks for more foreplay.
After a dozen, Bonnie knew what he was doing. She raised her head and looked in the mirror.
“Dean Perkins, I am very sorry for my bad behavior and want you to spank me some more. Even the principal needs an attitude adjustment on occasion. That is exactly why I appointed you dean. I expect you to do your duty, Sir. Do you want my hairbrush now?”
“So you believe you need some more, ah, training for your position, Miss Anderson?”
“Yes Dean, it’s the only way to keep our school running properly. No one is above the rules.”
He begrudgingly left the space between her cheeks and began the love taps all over her bottom again. Bonnie made believe that they hurt and rolled and begged him to stop. Kicking her legs out, she cried, “Oh please, Dean Perkins, my buns hurt so much. Please stop spanking my poor tush.”
Now that they both knew this was an adult spanking game and not the real thing, it got much better. There would be five light taps and then a few minutes of hand roving on both lovely orbs.
“This dress is not what a principal wears to school, Miss Anderson, that is unless she wants it lifted for a spanking.”
“I’m sooo sorry, Dean Perkins. Please stop this hard spanking and I will change my clothes.”
“You will change it after I change the color of your bottom, Young Lady.”
“Oh please, Dean Perkins, I promise I will be a better principal, please stop spanking me. My bottom is burning up.”
“You need a dozen more, then we will see if you have learned anything.”
After laying six sweet ones on the right cheek, and caressing it for a minute or two between taps, Perkins stopped. Bonnie opened her legs as wide as the panties would allow. Before continuing, Perkins ran a finger along her wet slit, causing her to squirm and moan.
“There are six more coming, Miss Anderson. Hold on to the chair legs for them.”
“Oh please, no more.” She put her right hand behind her to protect her buns, but it was holding the hairbrush.
Perkins took the brush from her and held her arm behind her back with his left hand.
“You know what that means, don’t you?”
He gave her six with the hairbrush, slightly harder than those with his hand.
Somewhat surprised, she yelped a few times and kicked her feet. Perkins admired the outline of the hairbrush on her round, now light pink buns. Returning the brush to her and releasing her arm, Perkins instructed Bonnie to hold the chair legs again. Difficult to hold both, but Bonnie was in no position to debate the point.
“Yes Sir.”
Once holding on tight, she turned up her pussy to him. Perkins slowly placed his right thumb into her warm vault and began a slow massage. His boss bucked and moaned. He felt pussy juice oozing onto his lap. Before she could climax, he stopped.
“We haven’t finished yet. Miss Anderson. Are you ready to properly receive the rest of your spanking, Madam Principal?”
Then the real last six fell. They were not even spanks. Each time Perkins touched her butt, he squeezed her bottom and let at least one finger drop in the separation. The game playing was over now. She was starting her moans in earnest. When Perkins brushed her anus, Bonnie bounced up.
Knowing what Bonnie wanted, he put a finger in her wet pussy and borrowed some lubricant.
Perkins then slid slowly into her rear door. Having experienced this just the other day, Bonnie knew just how to arch her back and accept the full intrusion. Bonnie twisted her bottom as Perkins slid his long invading finger in and out. A few of those warm insertions had Bonnie quivering very shortly.
“Oh, oh, oooh, Bob, so good,” Bonnie screamed out as a long hot squirt of pussy juice came flying out. When she stopped bouncing and caught her breath, she looked into the mirror and said, “Dean Perkins, you can spank me anytime.”
Perkins always believed that there was nothing sexier that a nice set of buns squirming on his lap and shooting out a warm geyser.
“It’s time for the hairbrush now, Miss Anderson.”
Not believing what she heard, after what he just did to her, she went blank.
“What do you mean Bob? You just gave me a great cum, why do you want my hairbrush?”
“I didn’t say I wanted it Bonnie. You need it to fix your hair after lying on my lap so long.”
She jumped up and kissed him all over his face.
“As your dean, I made a decision that your spanking be consistent with your misdeeds. I doubt you will allow Smith another cum, should you spank him again, and if I can fuck you, hearing the word is no big deal. The secretaries, well the secretaries was our foreplay, right, Boss?”
Perkins went under the short dress and had Bonnie step out of her panties. “You really don’t need these when I’m here; I can’t get enough of your sweet buns.”
Bonnie took them, kissed Perkins warmly, and went towards her dressing room.
They took a break as Bonnie did her hair. Perkins looked around the rooms for the next place to poke her. He had a plan for each piece of furniture. How to decide?
A few moments later she returned with her hair brushed very nicely. Her hairbrush still worked. How nice!
Bonnie looked outstanding in the summer dress, its red color contrasting with her black legs where they met at mid thigh.
Bonnie came to him and he stood up. He gravitated towards her firm tits and kissed their tops, the cleavage clearly showing above the dress. Perkins opened the top few buttons and they popped out. Bonnie was wearing a push up bra that put her tits in his face. This bra was different from the one she wore last time. The front was cut out and her nipples and aureoles were exposed.
He kissed both, licked them with his tongue and then went to work. He took the right one in his mouth and chewed on it tenderly as his right hand rubbed the left nipple until it and its aureole were stiff.
Perkins sat her on his left thigh, removed the bra with his left hand, and went to work on her now freed tits. His right hand rubbed the left one briskly. The aureole looked like a road map. His fingers made it grow like a small cock.
As that firm breast was being caressed, her right nipple was being nibbled and the part inside his teeth licked. Bonnie never had this done before but Perkins knew what was going to happen. He put his left hand behind her and increased the action on her nipples. She didn’t scream but her whole body quivered as another orgasm went thru her. When she calmed down, Bonnie kissed him again and asked, “How do you do that, Bob?”
“I am merely releasing all the cums you’ve built up in that very sexy body, Boss.”
“I should have met you years ago, Bob, I’ve missed hundreds!”
“Well, Miss Anderson, while you’ve been getting your jolly rocks off, my cock is starting to hurt from prolonged erection. I have one more left for you and then we have to get my jism out before I squirt like a teenager. How would the lady like her poke?”
She smiled and removed her dress. Not having her panties on anymore, she stood there proudly in her heels, hose and red garter belt.
“Sweetie, walk to the end of the room and then return to me.”
He adored her prance and admired her sweet ass cheeks bouncing atop those long shiny black legs. His eyes eagerly went from her great ass all the way down to her to sexy heels and back again. His huge cock grew even bigger and almost broke through his pants.
When she returned, Perkins kissed her tummy and then turned her around. Bonnie’s ass globes were full, firm and mildly pink contrasting against the black thigh high stockings. He slapped them a few times, then kissed them and ended with a bite that caused her to yelp.
“Bonnie, let’s use the spanking chair a different way. I have a surprise for you.”
He watched her strut over there and showed her how to bend over the back. He went to her and spread her lips, entering her with his tongue. By spreading her legs widely, Perkins found her clit and went to work. Bonnie was screaming in a moment.
When her cum was over and her ass stopped quivering, Perkins stepped back and again admired her great backside and legs. Beautifully surrounded by her hose and garter belt, they were a sight to behold. Perkins couldn’t believe how enticing she looked for her age.
He wiped up some pussy juice from between her thighs and rubbed it over her perfectly round ass globes. Perkins ran a finger between the glimmering hemispheres and stopped at her anus, applied some light pressure, which caused her to moan and twist. Then he pulled back and gave her a few love taps on each lovely cheek. In between spanks he again separated her firm butt cheeks and teased her anus and pussy lips. Her moans told him she was ready again.
“If the lady wants another poke before I explode, she must tell me how and where.”
Bonnie stood him up, dropped his drawers and starting sucking on that huge cock. After it was nice and wet, she draped herself over the side of the couch, as in her office, and “showed him the pink.” Perkins bent into his work, but gave her the thumb first. He didn’t have much left and wanted to get her off again.
Her G-spot went wild at the touch and she screamed for his cock. Perkins pulled the wet digit out and gave Bonnie a hot beef injection. Very hot and plenty of beef.
It only took a few well-placed thrusts and Bonnie was gone. Not having any school folks to worry about, Bonnie just screamed as each wave of her orgasm swept over her body.
“Ooh, ooh, oooh, oooh,” she squealed, until she collapsed on the couch. Perkins pulled out slowly, trying to save himself for a good cum of his own. As he thought of which way he wanted it, Bonnie slowly got up and came to him. “Bob, that was great. I’ve never been fucked so well before.”
She put him on the couch and took the monster. “Let the principal run the show now, Mister. Just lie back and let Bonnie take care of her man.”
She took a pillow and put it on the floor for her knees. First she squeezed his balls and then began licking the red head of his cock. Grabbing the monster with both hands, Bonnie took it in her mouth and went to work. Perkins felt the rumble start real low and slowly build. As Bonnie stroked him, he felt the cum growing. Besides her hands, her mouth was assuaging those nerve endings in the head of his cock. Between the two, his cum was not far away.
He straightened himself on his back and concentrated on what Bonnie was doing to him. Knowing he would shoot soon, he grabbed the cushions with his fingers and held on tight. He felt the jism working up his cock and arched his back. He exploded again and again. Each time a full burst of jism shot into her mouth.
Bonnie kept stroking away and pumping out the cums. He ran dry at fifteen and collapsed. Bonnie leaned over him with her cum filled mouth and kissed him.
“Was that good, Dean Perkins? Thank you for spanking me. It truly ‘modified my behavior.’ I know I really needed it and will be very good from now on. And if I’m not, well, you know how to lower my panties.”
The dean smiled at his boss; another satisfied customer.
To Be Continued:
Stay tuned for out next segment of blazing bottoms at Middlesex High. First question is, what happens to the secretaries? Thoroughly spanked and humiliated, will they continue working for Dean Perkins and Bonnie? After the weekend, and the initial sizzle passes, how will their bottoms feel and what will they want/need?
Think we’ll ever see the wet panty brigade again, maybe without their panties?
Anyone know how to spank a dozen women at once?
Who would be invited to watch?
Will Julie join the dean’s stable and need a taste everyday? If so, how will Perkins still satisfy Holly and Bonnie? Who knows who will walk into Bob’s office on a given day with a note from their teacher, suggesting the bearer drop her panties for the lesson of the day.
Lest we forget about Bob, how will he handle it all? Even a train stops once in a while!
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