Chapter 9
"Well, what is it, Miss Perkins. I'm very ... busy...."
Julia stood before Henry Scroggins' sweating face and knew she looked good. Her jeans were tight. Her thin sweater was tight. Her breasts, unfettered by bra or halter were firm and tight. And so was the thin line of her mouth.
"Mr. Scroggins, I think I need your help."
"Oh?" He returned his fountain pen to its holder on the desk and tried to hide the cross word puzzle he'd been working on. "What seems to be the problem?"
"I think you know the answer to that." She gave him a dazzling grin. Instead of sitting in the chair, she raised her foot to it and perched her elbow on her knee. His eyes slithered along the line of her hem,, right up into her crotch. He must have gotten hopelessly lost because he didn't come back out.
"I've been thinking about our conversation the other day."
"Oh yes, that," he said, suddenly waking up. "Well, uh, what about it?"
"You said solutions have a way of presenting themselves. Isn't that what you said?"
He seemed to want to answer, but could stop watching her long enough to think of a reply. She had placed her hands on her breasts and was slowly massaging them.
"Isn't that what you said?"
'"Um ... uh, yes. Yes! By golly. I did, didn't I. Yeah, I sure did...."
Julia was pressing the fleshy mounds harder now. She felt the thin sweater stretch and slid over her nipples. She knew that they outlined the entire shape of her breasts perfectly. She knew that Henry Scroggins was already going hard, probably a lot harder than Mrs. Scroggins
(God, what a life!) had ever gotten him.
"Henry ... " she sang to him. "I've got a bad problem, like I told you," lowering her voice to a whisper.
"Problem ... uh, what's that ... uh, Miss ... uh, Miss Perkins?"
"I've got a real bad ache in these." She gave her breasts a hard squeeze. "They're aching real bad to be touched. To be rubbed. To be squeezed. To be hurt, and bit, and chewed ... to be sucked and licked and fondled ... oh God, Henry, I want someone so bad to play with my breasts ... someone who enjoys ... hurting them ... hmmmm; wouldn't you like that?"
His face went slack when she'd emphasized hurting them. Soooo, she thought. The rumors had been true. Henry Scroggins enjoyed paddling little girls. Of course, as principal, his egalitarian policy of paddling all students with equal justice was condoned, even praised by the sterner types on the Board of Public Instruction. But the rumors persisted. She was willing to put them to the test to get what she wanted.
She walked around and wrapped her arms about his neck.
"You know, when I was a little girl, I can remember when I was naughty, my daddy used to take me into his room, and lock the door, then he'd make me take off all my clothes.
And I'd be standing in front of him naked and he'd look me up and down, then make me turn around and lay across his bed. Then you know what he'd do?"
"W-w-what w-w-would he ... uh, what ... uh, uh, would he ... do?" His voice was a thin little squeak.
He'd rub his hands all over my tight little cheeks. Then he'd take off his belt. And he'd beat me. Hard. And if I cried, he'd beat me some more. He'd make my tiny little buttocks glow bright red and when he was finished, I was always slippery and gooey between my legs. And you know why? Because it made me ... come." She stretched out the last word. He stared open mouthed at her breasts. His cock was hard and stood up straight beneath his baggy pants.
She raised her sweater, not all the way, just so the under curve of her breasts hung out. Henry's bottom lip began to quiver.
"Wouldn't you like to play with my breasts, Henry?"
She raised the sweater a little higher. The brown of her thick nipples appeared, the hardened tips, her full cleavage.
She pulled the tight sweater over her head and pressed her breasts into her face. He started to moan.
Her pussy quivered.
"Kiss them, Henry. Kiss my breasts."
His mouth was working involuntarily. Catching it when it was opened, she fed it a ripe nipple. He sucked, sucked until she thought he would suck the insides right through the hard point.
"It's been years since I was properly spanked, Henry, by a man who really enjoys it ... wouldn't you like to spank me. Wouldn't you like to paddle me? Whip me? Beat me?"
He was slobbering all over her now. She loosened her jeans. So absorbed was he in her tits that he didn't notice until she stepped back and stood before him wearing only her sheer see-through panties. He gurgled.
"Look at me Henry. Look at my body. Look at my breasts, my large, full breasts, so firm, so hungry for a man like you to abuse them. She kept her body in motion so that they swayed lazily from side to side. Then she slipped a finger beneath the elastic band around her thigh, and slowly, ever so slowly pulled it up, across the front of her pussy.
"This is all yours, Henry. You can do anything you want to it. Have you ever whipped a cunt? Does your wife ever let you tie her down on the bed, tie her with her legs spread wide, and three or four pillows under her ass ... does she let you do that Henry? Does she ever spread the lips of her pussy for you, spread them wide and beg you to use a thin leather whip on her clitoris?"
As she spoke, she spread the lips of her pussy. Her clitoris was large and easily poked through her fingers.
"See it Henry? See my clit? Whip it, Henry. Whip my clit. Whip my clit, Henry, I want you to whip my body till I scream and beg you to stop. I want you to tie me to a rack and take a leather strap to my breasts. I want you to tie my hands together and string me up on a hook in the wall and whip my thighs. I want you to tie me with my ass sticking high in the air and then I want you to take one of those paddles you use on the girls and I want you to spank me with it till I pass out from the pain. I want you to make me beg you to stop. I want you to force pleading shrieks from my throat and I want you to ignore them. Only when I've begged you to stop, do I want you to really whip me hard. Whip me Henry. Beat me. Turn me over on my knees, stick your hand in my cunt and lash my ass-hole. Take a strap to me, a cane ... anything you want."
By this time, she'd gotten up on his desk and was crouched down on her haunches. She closed her legs tightly, reached behind her and slipped her panties over her ass.
"I can feel my buttocks now, Henry. I'm running my hands over them. They're exposed.
They're open. Open to you. Open for you."
As she spoke, she worked the flimsy material down her still closed legs.
"You want to know something, Henry. My panties are wet. They're sopping wet. And do you know why? Because my pussy is wet. Juice is oozing all through it. I can feel it deep inside of me, flowing out towards my lips ... would you like to see my pussy, Henry . . .hmmmmm...."
She let her panties fall around her ankles, and slowly spread her legs. Her thighs extended upward at a sharp angle, her calves back down at an equally sharp angle from her knees. Her feet were beneath her ass. She crouched there on his desk, springing lightly on her coiled legs, each time opening her cunt to his wondering gaze. He had said nothing for the past ten minutes.
"See my wide opened pussy . . .do you know why it's so wet? It's thinking of you, it's dreaming of how you're going to whip it and make it come from the pain ... I know you want to whip it Henry. All you have to do is say so."
She slowly started to rub around the outer lips. She trickled her fingers through her moist hair, ran the tips of her fingers through the pink slit.
"Ohhh, I'm so wet. I'm wet because I want to be spanked by you Henry."
He was like a statue. She hardly saw him breathe, as if any false movement and this apparition would vanish from his life. She leaned back on his desk. With her fingers, she spread her cunt wide.
"Look inside, Henry. Look at my dark wet hole. It needs to be filled. It needs your cock. Stick it in me. Take out your cock and stick it in me. Now, Henry."
He was on his feet in a flash. Out with the cock, a few quick strokes to make sure it was good and hard (it was) and then he lunged for her nude body. She stopped him, just as the head of his cock touched her wet raw pussy meat.
"Wait Henry. We have business to discuss."
His eyes were wild. He couldn't speak, only groan in protest.
"That's O.K., leave it there. Rub it through my slit. But you can't fuck me yet."
"What?" he screamed. "Anything!"
She saw that he was about to come and squeezing just behind the head, on the bottom of his shaft, she brought him back, just as she'd done with Steve.
"Do you want to spank me?"
"Yes!"
"How much?"
"As much as I can."
"Say it."
"I want to spank you."
"Say, I want to spank you, you filthy twat."
"I want to spank you, you filthy twat!"
"Well, you can't" and as she said it, she scooted away from him across her desk.
"Wha ... " His eyes were pure torture.
"I want Steve Tanner and Wally Joe Jordham expelled from school. Thrown out. For good. I don't want them to graduate. Promise me right now you'll do that, and I'll fuck you into oblivion. And when you do it, I'll let you spank me. I'll let you do anything you want tome. But do it."
"I can't do that!"
"Sure you can, Henry. You're the principal."
"It's unethical."
"Look at my pussy, Henry. You'll never see another pussy like this as long as you live. You can fuck it, Henry. You can eat it. You can lick it. You can whip it."
He was utterly wasted.
"You don't know what you're asking."
"I know exactly what I'm asking. Plant drugs on them. Frame them. Do anything. You're the principal. You can make it stick."
"But why?"
"They raped me. I want revenge. You can help me. I can help you."
She turned around and stuck her ass high in the air.
"Not the same as the naughty school girls you paddle, is it, Henry. You can't even pull their skirts up, can you. You have to have a witness, don't you? Henry, you can whip me till you turn blue and collapse."
She flipped back around. She spread her legs.
"Come here, Henry."
She eased over to the side of his desk.
"Put your dick in my pussy."
She spread her legs and guided him slowly in. His eyes closed as she did. He moaned.
"Feel it wrap around you, Henry? Feel it grip you?"
She worked the muscles of her inner walls, setting up a rippling flow along his prick.
"Feel it talk to you, Henry?
Gentle waves of pussy flesh rolled along the surface of his prick. His eyes slowly crossed, then turned upwards, vanishing into the upper lids like swollen moons behind a cloud. His tongue was hanging out of the corner of his mouth and no coherent phrase had passed his lips for quite some time now.
He has no idea what's happening, Julia thought. All I have to do is reach up to that shriveled little sac and jussst-
"OW!! ! ! " Henry shrieked.
"Say you'll DO it Henry. SAY it. I want your word." I've got you by the balls you slimy little runt, she screamed to herself in glee.
"Yes. YES. FOR GOD'S SAKE YES!! ! "
She released his balls. She hadn't really hurt him. Just scared the shit out of him. But she had him. He'd promised. Try though he might, he was too spineless a worm to go back on it. He'd have to get through her first. Fat chance.
"Do you really mean it? You'll throw them out of school?"
He was gasping for breath, nearly overcome by the staggering weight of sexual tension. She reached out, and with gentle caressing strokes, slowly led him back to her pussy. She scooted to the edge of the desk, raised her legs up over his shoulders. He fell on her. His aim (lucky shot, she thought) was perfect.
He split her, arrow to apple, spear to its prey. She could not believe that Henry Scroggins could have so much stamina, could thrust so deeply. He was grunting each time he buckled forward with his hips, his cheeks puffed out, his face turned red. Julia rolled with him but for the most part allowed his movement to simply rock her body back and forth, so gently, back and forth. Her breasts flopped loosely to either side.
It was the rippling cunt wall though, that did Henry in. No sooner had she started her lazy pulsing flow over his imbedded meat, than he started up with this . . .really, it was a kind of animal sound. Maybe like a wounded ... she thought of hyena but then settled on goat.
"...ah ... ah ... ah,ah ah ah ah ah AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! ! ! ! ! ! "
Well, that was it for Henry. For the moment anyway. Blew your doors in, didn't I Henry? she thought. Yessir, you bastard.
He let his cock shrink out of her, then stepped back. If he'd just emerged from ten years in solitary he'd have looked no more disoriented. She wasn't sure but she thought his eyes were definitely locked on very non-parallel lines. Now to pound it home.
She stood up full on the top of his desk. Her dark patch of hair was inches from his nose. Reaching down to grab what little hair he had left, she forced his face deep into the wet folds of her twat. He struggled for breath; struggled, but not too seriously . Slowly parting her legs, she pushed his face down and under till' he was right up against her lips forcing them apart with the surface of his face. She rubbed herself up and down on him.
"Henry ... where do you keep the paddle?"
The infamous paddle. Every student had their own conception of what the paddle looked like.
"Why do you ... do you mean it?"
"Get it out. Let's see it."
He fumbled in his bottom desk drawer and produced the heavy flat piece of wood.
"Oh My...." She took it in her hands. She flinched inwardly when she felt its weight, tested its hard surface with a slap into her palm.
She rolled over on the desk.
"Give me five licks. Pretend I'm one of your naughty students."
Without hesitation he brought the paddle down across her warm buttocks in a long swing. The whack it made surely could be heard in the outer office. That should set the rumors off again, she thought, but no longer cared.
He slapped it across her again. God it hurt! But she hadn't been lying about her father's ritual when spanking her, and this harsh burning in the cheeks of her ripe ass ignited a flood of juice in her cunt.
Three more times he swung, three more loud sharp cracks. She moaned a long broad moan.
"Stick the handle in me Henry. Put it up my pussy."
She knew if she got him to do this, he was done for. He'd do anything to get another session like this. Anything!
He worked the paddle's wide handle between her wet cunt lips and she felt the wood stretching her pussy hole. For maybe a minute she let him work on her, then she reached down and pulled it out.
"That's enough. I ... umm ... think you ... get the idea?" She was on her feet again and hopped down with cat-like grace. She quickly dressed.
"There's more where that came from Henry. Don't be a fool. What does this job mean up against this? This is life, Henry. Experience! You have a chance to do something few ever do. Live your fantasy. Think about it. Do what I ask. And I'm yours. No strings attached. For a week. A whole week. Think about it Henry.
And she was gone.
The office was silent as a tomb when she stepped through the door. Not a movement could be discerned. Everyone stared at her. Disbelief gave way to astonishment. My God, she walks. She's real. Ha! Look at them, thought Julia. Hopelessly short circuited. Every tube blown. Out of my way, moles, we just raised the stakes in this game so far past anything you could imagine, it's not even funny.
Their eyes followed her to the door. She turned, smiled sweetly and walked out.
She decided to take the rest of the day off. Unless she'd been badly mistaken in her assessment of Henry, she was in for a hard week.