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The Fourth Story
A "b.j. darling" Tale
By
Grace Love
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While this story contains truthful elements, it is a work of fiction and
should not be construed as anything else. Nor should it be seen as
condoning, or encouraging, risky or violent behavior. All relationships
portrayed are of a consensual nature and involve only individuals 18-
years-of-age or older.
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The email identified the sender as Headmaster Smith, a friend of Mr.
Ted's, who planned to be in town on Saturday evening (tonight), and was
told of a naughty schoolgirl who needed both correction and instruction.
The naughty schoolgirl should have a writing desk, gel pens of various
colors, a writing pad, and a ruler.
The writing pad was to be divided into two columns. One column should
have lines written, which said, "i wish i could suck a lot of Cocks," 100
times; the second column should say, "i need Real Boys to fuck me," also
100 times. The page was to be decorated with hearts, Xs & Os, the names
of several boys. And, the handwriting was to be pretty and very girly.
Various, girly colors were to be employed.
The naughty schoolgirl was to be dressed in a schoolgirl uniform and
seated at the writing desk when the Headmaster arrived at exactly 8:00pm.
Lastly, there was to be a wooden dowel, exactly 42 inches in length and ?
inch in diameter. The last requirement caused me to shiver.
Prompt, if nothing else, a knock rapped at the door - exactly at 8pm.
"Please come in, Sir."
A tall man, Headmaster Smith provided dark, dark black skin - much
blacker than i could have anticipated. But, his face showed a beauty i
could not have imagined even if i had known the color of his skin. He
wore glasses, but his chiseled face drew my heart to him despite its
coldness.
He stopped and looked at me. "You should always stand when your
Headmaster enters the room."
i promptly stood, my eyes gazing at the floor. "i am sorry Headmaster."
He slapped me, and it truly stung, a dull throb remaining in my jaw.
"Headmaster Smith. Always Headmaster Smith."
"Yes, Sir. i apologize..." And another sharp slap landed on my face - a
bit harder this time.
"What did I just say?! Are you daft, girl?!"
"i am sorry, S...um...Headmaster Smith. i do apologize."
"That's better." He looked me up and down, appraising who i was. "Step
out from behind your desk and let me inspect you. Our school has very
demanding rules. I expect you to meet each one of them."
Somehow, i expected to fail in his eyes.
He moved first to my desk and picked up the tablet of paper. "What
nastiness is this? So crude. You girls are all alike - thinking only of
having sex with boys. And, your penmanship, it is atrocious, barely
legible."
Headmaster Smith picked up the ruler. "Hold out your hands...flat and
open. Palms downward.
i did exactly as he requested, knowing that i would regret it. And, i
did.
He took the ruler, and without ceremony, smacked it hard across the
knuckles of my fingers. involuntarily, i snapped my hand back to my
chest, covering it with the other hand. "Ow!"
"Put your hands back out. I am not done, yet."
i did.
He snapped the ruler across my knuckles again.
i sobbed. Fuck! Should i use my safe word?! Shit!
"Once more."
i am not sure where the groan came from, but it presented itself, and he
chuckled, and i held my hands out knowing what would happen. And, it did.
And, i howled. And, i doubled over, clutching my hands to my chest.
"Stand up, girl." His stern voice shook me to the core and caused me to
straighten up, still holding my hand to my body. "We're just getting
started.
Oh. my. Fucking. God.
Even worse, my clitty twitched.
He picked up the dowel and playfully swung it through the air, the
whooshing sound causing me to jerk each time it did. He handed me the
tablet, then pulled me further out into the middle of the room so he
could circle me.
"How many lines do you have in each column, girl?"
"There are 100 lines in each column, Headmaster Smith."
"Really? Am I to trust you with numbers?"
"i can count them for You, Sir."
He slapped me again - really hard this time. I started crying, unable to
stop, but keeping it under control.
"I will not tell you again. you know My name. you will use it correctly.
If you don't, this night is only going to get worse for you - and i am
pretty sure it will be plenty bad without extra punishment. Do you
understand, schoolgirl?"
i sniffled, but managed a, yes Headmaster Smith, knowing tears and snot
covered my face. He smiled. "Good girl. Now, I will have you count each
line in each column, until you reach the end. However, you will pause
after each count. Trust me, you will know when to proceed."
i bit my lower lip, but nodded. "Yes, Headmaster Smith."
"you may start."
"One."
He struck me with the dowel, right across the fleshy part of my right
thigh. It was not the most painful thing i'd ever felt, more of an
annoyance, really; but, it did hurt some.
"Continue."
"Two." Another strike to the left thigh this time. He remained silent,
but i guessed i was to continue. "Three." Another strike of the stick on
my leg.
And, so it continued. i incremented the number, He struck some place on
my legs. Front, back, sides - at one point, He forced my feet wider so He
could touch the insides of my thighs. I would have thought the pain would
have dulled through repetition. But, He so skillfully placed each blow,
that they never stopped stinging, and soon, i felt the tears well up in
my eyes once again. When was He going to stop?!
Around the number thirty - I honestly don't remember the exact number -
He paused and stepped up close to me, having my right hand touch His Cock
through the material of his slacks and fondle it. He was so hard. So big
and thick. Despite the stinging of my legs, despite the tears on my
cheeks, despite the fear of the pain never ending, i longed for the Cock
i felt. He could tell.
"How do you like what you feel, schoolgirl?"
"It feels, it feels wonderful, perfect, Sir," i told him, and i meant
every word.
He slapped the living shit out of me - twice! "You are dumber than a
cotton ball."
I was crying. Out and out crying, but it didn't seem to deter Him.
"I have told you multiple times how to address me, have I not,
schoolgirl?"
"Yes, Headmaster Smith."
"Then, I can only assume you are trying to provoke me."
"No, Headmaster Smith!" Terror began to consume me as I realized he was
building up to punishing me. "I promise! I promise that I am not trying
to provoke you!"
"Then, it must be that you simply are stupid. Are you stupid,
schoolgirl!"
"Yes, Headmaster Smith! i am stupid. i am so sorry that I am so stupid!"
He swung the cane through the air and slashed the back of my left thigh.
I screamed - it hurt so badly. "Please stop! i am sorry, Sir."
"See, there it is again." He struck my other thigh, much harder than he
had on the other thigh. "you really are stupid. Stupid schoolgirls
require much more strict discipline than other girls. you will know how
to address me before this night is over."
i sobbed again, not due to the pain, but due to the fear of the pain i
knew i was about to suffer. And, i knew i had painted myself into this
corner...trying to get out of trouble...now i was in worse trouble. He
struck me again, and it felt like a knife slashing across my thigh. He
paused a moment and ran his hands across my legs, both inside and out.
"You have smooth legs, schoolgirl. Is this so that you can attract boys
to fuck you?"
"Yes, Headmaster Smith."
"I thought so. You are a slutty schoolgirl, aren't you??"
"Yes, Headmaster Smith." my crying made it hard to respond. i was out of
breath, but sucked in my breath when he slipped his hand inside my
panties and squeezed my genitals really hard. It hurt so bad, but i had
to admit it was what i wanted from him. i wanted to please him even if it
meant he would hurt me. How fucked up am i?!
He put His hands on my shoulder and pushed me down to my knees. "Show me
how you appreciate perfection, how you appreciate a Real Man,
schoolgirl."
i unzipped His pants and unbuckled His belt and pants. The fly fell open
and wide. i pulled the waistband of His underwear, and just like in a
porno, His huge - and i mean huge - Cock popped out like a surprising
toy.
"May i please suck Your Cock, Headmaster Smith."
"Yes, you may, schoolgirl."
my tongue darted out and caught the underside of the head of His Cock,
right along the glans. i must have caught it just right because he
groaned despite himself. He was trying to be all cool and in control, but
when my mouth slipped over His shaft, i felt Him grow momentarily weak.
But, He recovered quickly and pushed His huge Cock deep into my mouth. i
gagged. He deserved that.
i began to slide my mouth up and down His shaft, slowly, then quickly,
then slowly, feverishly, then slowly again. i could tell i was having a
very serious effect on His resolve not to cum. i felt in control.
Which was my undoing.
He shoved me backwards, onto my ass. i looked at Him, stunned. He just
laughed.
"It won't be that easy, bitch." He laughed. "Turn around and get on your
hands and knees."
i did, knowing He was about to fuck me - without lubricant - my own
saliva the only lube i would know. He pushed the head of His Cock against
my hole, and it fucking hurt as He pressed against my resistance. i tried
to relax, but the head of His massive Cock ripped my ass apart. i knew
i'd be bleeding. He struggled for several minutes of painful Hell, but
the head of His Cock finally broke through. Mercifully, He paused and let
my cunt relax a bit and finally accept His presence. He was so thick. i
realized i was crying. i'd never felt this sort of pain from any Man
fucking me before, and my breath came in gasps as i tried to adjust. i
was being raped regardless my consent. Raped, pure and simple. i couldn't
have fought Him off no matter how hard i tried.
He began to pump, and i kept hoping it would become pleasurable. But, it
never did. The pain was relentless. Finally, He stopped and withdrew His
Cock.
"Clean me up with your mouth, slut."
i did as He instructed, realizing very quickly that He had not yet cum.
His Cock tasted nasty, and i gagged at the mixture of blood and shit.
Shit? i had cleaned myself thoroughly. How was there shit?! But, there it
was, and i used my tongue, mouth, and lips as best i could to clean Him
thoroughly.
My ass still hurt. It would take days for it to recover. i did not
remember any Man who'd brutalized my sluthole more completely. i couldn't
stop crying. i knew there was no point in the tears, but i still could
not stop myself. i whimpered as His Cock probed my mouth.
"Stand up, schoolgirl."
i barely could do so, but i forced myself from my knees. i stood in front
of Him with my eyes lowered and my head bowed. i had no clue what He
would expect next. i feared the worst. He slapped me and laughed. He
slapped me again. He laughed harder. He was a true sadist. i had let
things go too far. He reached down and squeezed my testicles really hard.
i started to collapse, but He held me up solely by my genitals.
"There is no easy out for you."
The tears continued, but my breath did not. Quickly, i felt as if i was
going to faint. But, He let go of me, and i stumbled backward, falling
hard on to the couch behind me. I could not stop crying. He really was
hurting me.
"Did you really think your time with me would be so easy? I am a very
demanding Headmaster. I expect my schoolgirls to offer something special.
I have found nothing special in you - not yet, anyway. But, I will keep
searching." He laughed a hard, evil laugh, and I felt a chill course
through my body.
"On your knees again. See if you can make me cum, schoolgirl."
i did as He instructed, dropping to my knees and immediately drawing His
huge Cock into my mouth, expanding my jaws to accommodate its massive
girth. Part of me feared that my jaw would pop out of place. But, it
didn't, and i kept sucking, trying to focus on His pleasure, sliding my
tongue up and down the underside of His Cock.
After some time, my jaws grew tired, and it showed in the effort i put
out. But, Headmaster Smith had no issue with this. He simply grasped my
head between His two hands and started fucking my mouth - no mercy, no
concern for my welfare - just pounding stroke after pounding
stroke...until I stopped remembering.
Apparently, I blacked out. He slapped me awake, and i gasped for breath,
His Cock no longer buried between my lips. i still knelt in front of Him.
i had not yet fallen to the floor. He stroked His Cock in a masturbatory
frenzy, finally shooting stream after stream of Cum across my face and
chest. So. Much. Cum. So. Very. Much. Cum.
He took out a camera and took a photo. And laughed. A humiliating laugh.
A laugh that let me know my place in the world.
He let me fall to the floor.
"I am glad I am in town this entire week," He told me. "you are in need
of serious remedial training. I am assigning you detention for each night
this week. I will train you properly schoolgirl."
I barely comprehended Him. But, i knew my proper response.
"Yes, Headmaster Smith."
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