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Chapter 1
The pretty 15-year old was clearly nervous as she entered the office of the assistant principal. She didn't know why she had been summoned. She didn't believe she could be in trouble, but this man after all was in charge of discipline at the school. She had heard that he was using corporal punishment on the boys. The boys bragged about the experience and how they had stoically endured Mr. Breen's whippings, much to his supposed frustration.
Breen looked up from his desk. "Oh, Angela, thanks for coming so promptly. Please have a seat," he said. The warm smile on his face assured her somewhat and she sat in the comfortable chair in front of his desk. He wasted no time on preliminaries. "Angela," he began. "I need your help. As you know, the boys in this school are nearly out of control. My whipping them seems to have no effect. It just seems to feed their bravado." Angela nodded. "So, Angela, the principal and I have decided that mere corporal punishment isn't sufficient. We feel that humiliation must be an integral part of the punishment. Do you agree?" Angela nodded her agreement, confused by the tone of the conversation. Breen continued, "We have decided that from now on, the punishment will be administered, not by me, but by a classmate. Not just any classmate, but a female one. Not just a female one, but also one younger than most of the boys. Do you agree that the boys would feel humiliated if they were being punished by a young, girl classmate?"
Angela was almost in a daze. She thought she could see now where this was headed and she was at once excited and nervous. She managed to croak, "yes, Sir, I believe it would." She held her breath as Mr. Breen continued as she hoped he would. "Well, Angela, we want you to be in charge of the punishment from now on. Will you consider doing it?"
There it was! Brenda was thrilled. Here was a chance to humiliate all those macho junior and senior boys who made life so difficult for the sophomore girls with their double-entendres, leers and vulgarities. But she was still confused and needed clarification. She hardly knew how to start, but realized that some appearance of reluctance might be useful.
Shifting with what she hoped appeared to nervousness rather than the eagerness she really felt she asked, "Mr. Breen, what would you expect me to do? What do you mean you want me to be in charge of punishment? Am I supposed to spank the boys?"
Mr. Breen leaned forward. "Well, Angela, that is a minimum beginning of course. But what we have in mind is giving you free reign to devise punishments as you see fit. You couldn't, of course, kill or maim them." He laughed, "We can't have them going to the hospital with broken bones, now can we? But otherwise you will have absolute and final authority to punish each boy in any manner you wish, keeping in mind that the punishment should be both painful and humiliating."
There it was! The opportunity of a lifetime. A chance to live her wildest fantasies. She wondered if Mr. Breen knew how much time she had spent studying Femdom websites. Surely he didn't appreciate how visions of dominating boys and men colored her fantasies as she masturbated.
She thought quickly. He hadn't said she would be in charge of "spanking". He had said she would be in charge of "punishment". Did this mean the opportunity she thought it did?
"Mr. Breen," she said with mounting confidence and authority, "from your phrasing of my responsibilities I infer that I can spank them, but that I can devise other punishments of a humiliating nature. Is that true?"
"Indeed it is. As I said you can do anything as long as we don't have to take them to the hospital when you're done with them."
"Well," continued Angela, "I believe the best way for me to humiliate the boys would be for me to sexually dominate them. That will be allowable?" "Absolutely," nodded Mr. Breen enthusiastically, "that is just what we hope you will do."
"Well, Mr. Breen, I think you can count on me. There will be very few repeat offenders when I am finished with them. Now, how long does a punishment session last?"
"The principal and I had thought that a 30-minute session should work for each boy who has earned 10 demerits."
With finality and almost arrogance Angela stared directly at him and said flatly, "Each session will be an hour. And believe me it will be an hour of pure hell for the boy!"
"No problem," said Mr. Breen nodding eagerly. "Is there anything else?"
"Yes," said Angela firmly. "You will announce that henceforth all boys at the school are to address me at all times as "Mistress." Before Breen could nod she went on. "Failure to do so will incur a demerit. In addition, gross disrespect towards me will earn five demerits. During punishment, hesitation to carry out an order earns two demerits and refusal to carry out an order five. Agreed?"
Breen seemed somewhat startled by Angela's shift in demeanor, but since this was the kind of response he had hoped for, but not expected said "Absolutely, Mistress Angela."
"Finally. There are some boys around here I want to get my clutches on and I'm not willing to wait for them to earn 10-demerits. So I want the right to assign 10-demerits per week in any way I want without cause." Breen seemed to hesitate. Angela went on, "this will instill awe and fear in the boys and that will make me more successful in carrying out the program that you want me to."
He thought for a moment before finally agreeing, "Okay, that should be no problem."
Angela rose haughtily. "Show me the punishment room." Angela no longer bothered with "Sir" or "Mr. Breen". She was the school Mistress. A minor goddess.
Chapter 2The 48 hours since the conversation making her mistress had passed in a blur. In a few moments the first victim would be brought in for a 60-minute punishment session. She had used the time to have the room modified with racks and frames for tying boys in interesting and useful positions. The room was also well stocked with constraints, dildoes, butt plugs, nipple-clamps and cbt devices. She had rulers, paddles, belts, whips and canes ready at hand. When her new role was announced at a school assembly there had been several sneers from the boys, and the most arrogant was from the boy who was now being led in. Jack Thigpen's sneer had cost him a quick five demerits putting him first on the list to be punished. Angela's cunt dripped in anticipation.
The male assistants shoved him into the room. He was bare-chested. There was a shock collar attached firmly to his neck. His legs were shackled to a spreader bar forcing him to shuffle with his legs apart. His hands were shackled in front of him and he was trying to hold up the loose fitting pajama bottoms. But in spite of his awkward condition, he was trying to maintain an air of bravado.
She held the control in her hand. Her finger was poised to send a surge of pain through his body that would force him to his knees in agony. She said firmly to him, "You are here for punishment. Prepare to suffer!" He laughed bravely and said defiantly "you can't hurt me bitch!"
Her finger came down viciously on the control and the shock collar pulsed into action. With a scream and a huge convulsion Jack fell writhing to the floor. Angela kept the shock going just long enough to shout at him "We'll soon see about that, boy. That's five more demerits you've earned for gross disrespect." She let up the control and Jack lay panting on the floor. She continued, "Keep up that attitude and you'll be back here for another session tomorrow."
She gave him only moments to recover. Then with a voice snapping like a whip, commanded, "Stand up, boy!" He struggled to regain a standing position but was hampered by his shackles and his desire to maintain the protection of the pajamas. Eventually he managed a shaky standing position. Angela circled him predatorily, eyeing him arrogantly up and down with her hand poised over the button of pain. Jack's eyes were unable to take his eyes off the control. They were wide with fear.
After letting him regain his composure, Angela sprung her next trap. "Drop the pants, prick!" Naturally, Jack was startled and hesitated, giving Angela a chance to zap him quickly, not enough to drop him but enough to stagger him. The pants slithered to the floor exposing Jack's cock and balls to her view. "That's two more demerits for hesitation. We've only been at this for a few minutes. At the rate you're going you'll be back here every day this week." Jack's hands moved to cover his crotch.
"Get those hands away from your cock. Put them on your head!" To his credit Jack was learning. His hands flew up exposing his equipment to Angela's view. The pain he had felt and the fear he now experienced had caused the natural reaction. His equipment had drawn up into him and was a puny sight. Angela stared pointedly at his crotch. "Not very much there," she said. "And you act like such a stud." She grabbed a camera and snapped a picture of his puny pecker. "I Guess after I share this with the girls, you won't be quite so cocky, pardon the pun." She laughed. Jack was red with humiliation.
"Now it's time for a spanking little boy." She sat in a chair. "Get over my knees." Again he hesitated and felt the zapper. "Two more demerits. You're already to nine. It's almost a sure bet you'll be back tomorrow. Now over my knees, quick." He scurried to comply and Angela now had a cowering boy spread over her lap, his shapely ass ready for the whipping she had in mind. Continuing to hold the zapper in her left hand she pushed down on his back. Then with her dominant right hand she began to methodically deliver stinging blow after stinging blow as hard as she could. Soon he was squirming, and she could feel his cock grinding into her lap. Her cunt was raging. Her juices were flowing copiously.
After about 25 blows with her bare hand, she reached for a paddle and began to use that on his reddening ass. The cracks of the paddle on his ass flesh were loud reports and soon he began to grunt with each blow and his squirming intensified. "Keep still, brat, or I'll tie you down and use the bull whip on you." His squirming lessened, but his grunting began to turn into sounds of pain. She shifted to the cane, and careful not to overlap welts and break his skin she delivered terrific, punishing blows. After only 15 strokes with the cane he began to shriek and blubber, begging, "Please, stop, please it hurts. Please! I'll be good from now on." She gave him an additional ten for good measure, eliciting screams of pain with each one and then disdainfully pushed him off her lap. He crashed to the floor where he lay huddled, unable because of the shackles to reach and comfort his burning ass.
She gave him no time to recover, but began hectoring him "Are you ready to obey now? Are you ready to do what you are told instantly, or do you want another 25 of the cane? Speak up, brat!" "I'll obey, Mistress," he blubbered, tears running down his face. "Then stand up instantly," she demanded.
He struggled to his feet and stood facing her, his hands not trying to cover his genitals. She glared at him. "If I have to have you back tomorrow, everything will be double what it's been. So the rest of this hour had better see you exercising perfect obedience. One more demerit and you'll be back tomorrow. And that won't get you off the hook for today. We'll just start working on the demerits for a third day when everything will be triple. Got it!"
"Yes, Mistress," he said humbly his head hanging in defeat.
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