Chapter 1
Marcy couldn't even think of paying attention in Mrs. Reynold's Math class this afternoon, because she was too busy thinking about how to be bad. She wondered if her redheaded Math teacher had any idea of why she loved being bad.
There were many reasons, for sure. First, and foremost, Marcy happened to hate this redheaded woman, and happened to think that she was one of the most boring teachers that God had put on this earth.
The woman tended to teach right out of the review books that each student was given, and Marcy had always excelled in Math, enough so that she could read the book on her own, and learn everything at night, in her dorm room.
She knew that if she couldn't learn it on her own, she would pay attention, but since she could, there was no reason. Mrs. Reynolds did not teach her a damned thing.
The second, and more important reason, had to do with what happened when she was a bad girl. It happened to most of the others, although Marcy was not sure if the same exact thing happened once each girl passed through the doors of Mr. Morley's office.
For this was Mr. Morley's Private School for Girls, and he was the head honcho, or at least that was the way Marcy liked to think of him. She knew that if she would ever mention that to him, she'd be severely punished.
Mr. Morley was in charge of the discipline, and so far, although the term was still rather new, she'd been sent to his office three times. Each time, the punishment has been more and more severe, and though Marcy had acted like she hated it, deep down, what Mr. Morley did to her, made her pussy tingle with excitement.
For instance, the first time she had been sent to see the handsome blond-haired dean, the black-haired sixteen year old girl had been caught smoking a cigarette in the halls, between classes. Of course, she'd read the list of rules, which had been posted on the back of the door of each dorm room.
"But rules," she'd told Shari, her best friend at this school, "were made to be broken. I mean, why have them if you can't break them and have fun?"
She'd said it just as Mr. Howard, the Science teacher, had walked up behind her, less than two seconds after she'd taken her first drag from the cigarette. In many ways, Marcy had thought the man was something of a hypocrite, grabbing the cigarette out of her hand, and stamping it out on the floor. Because everyone knew that Mr. Howard was a chain smoker, and the second the bell would ring, he'd be out of the class.
Once, Debbie and Lynn had followed him, running right after him, just to confirm the fact that he raced to the teacher's lounge to light up a cigarette the second he thought he was behind closed doors.
"And his hands were even shaking as he tried to light the match," Debbie had told most of the others, late at night, when they were supposed to be sleeping. "I couldn't get over it. It was as if he wasn't going to get it lit, because his nic fit was really taking over for him."
Mr. Howard had actually grabbed Marcy by the ear, pulling her hard, right down the hall to Mr. Morley's office. It had been the first time, and for a few moments, the young girl was somewhat terrified, for she'd heard stories about him.
They had to wait a few seconds, for Mr. Morley to finish his phone call, and then the door to his office opened, and he was standing there.
For Marcy, it was love at first sight. Mr. Morley was like the handsome blond man she had always dreamed about, standing a good six feet tall. He had dimples, when he smiled, which was not often, and a cleft chin.
And though it was the early part of September, his skin was still brown from his sunning during the summer.
She had smiled for a few seconds, because she thought he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. However, once Mr. Howard finished his story, about catching her with the lit cigarette, the expression on her Adonis' face had changed.
"Come into my office, young lady," he'd said, as sternly as possible, and he had slammed the door closed behind him as soon as she stepped in.
She turned to face him, noticing the way he was straightening out his tie. Then he took off his jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and she saw his strong muscular arms, covered with a light coat of blonde hair.
"You've read the rules, and you've broken a major one," he said. "It's quite improper for a young lady to smoke."
"To smoke what?" she'd asked, trying to lighten up the mood.
"Whatever are you talking about?"
"Marijuana or tobacco? Not that I think either one is bad, but ... "
Suddenly, he was reaching for his long, thick ruler, and he smashed it down on his desk, so hard, that the echoing sound sent a shiver of fear through her body.
"You seem to think this is some kind of a joke," he said to her. "And because you do, this first punishment will be as severe as your second would be. Now bend over my desk this very instant, young lady."
She'd always dreamed that her handsome Adonis would be stern with her, and because he was being that way, it turned her on. As she bent over, face forward, she felt him pushing up the hideously ugly skirt that was part of the Morley dress code.
Then, he began to whack her ass hard with the ruler, through her frilly panties.
When she felt the first blow, there was pain, but then, Marcy thought of something. She pressed herself closer to the desk, so that her crotch was pressed against the edge of it, and she could feel something happening in her pussy.
Each time he whacked her, and each one seemed harder, her reflexes would cause her to push herself forward, and soon, her pussy lips were starting to get wet, because of the friction caused as they rubbed against the edge of the desk.
She tried not to let on, thinking that he might get even harder with her.
Marcy counted the whacks. She received ten, and by the tenth, her ass was stinging, and would end up being beet red beneath her panties.
However, by that same tenth ruler whack, her pussy was soaking wet, and although she was feeling much pleasure there, she was a little bit nervous about him seeing the wet stain in front of her panties. She felt that he would be upset.
Luckily for her, he pulled her skirt back down, before telling her to stand up straight, and then, with arms folded across his chest, sternly, he spoke.
"Each successive punishment will be worse than the one before it, young lady. I want you to know that. Ten whacks for the first offense, fifteen for the second, twenty for the third, and so on. I hope this taught you a lesson."
"Yes, sir," she said, barely able to stand because of the pleasure still running through her body, pleasure that made her knees weak as rubber.
In fact, when she thought she might fall to the floor, she leaned back against his desk for support and felt the stinging on her buttocks once again.
She stood up immediately, and thought she saw a sly look on his face.
And that had been all. After that, she'd been dismissed, and sent back to her room, for another part of the same punishment had to do with her missing the three o'clock milk and cookies all of the girls had in the cafeteria.
Deep down, Marcy had been thrilled about that, for as soon as she got back to her room, she closed the door, locked it, then slid out of her panties.
She pulled her skirt up, and turned to look at her reflection in the mirror that was hanging on the back of the door.
Thinking that her true love had caused those red welt marks on her ass turned her on, and while she looked at the ruler marks, she moved her fingers to her pussy. Pressing her palm against her black pubic patch, she started to let her fingers dance over her red cunt lips.
They got wetter, quite fast, and when they parted on their own, she could feel her fingers sliding in between them.
It was not the first time Marcy had masturbated, though it was the first time she'd done it at the Morley Private School for Girls.
She knew how to turn herself on, and this was the first time that she really had some kind of fantasy to go along with it. As she wiggled her stiff love button back and forth, she dreamed about Mr. Morley, standing over her, holding his ruler, watching her pussy play, and adding a whack to her ass every few seconds.
Of course, her fantasy went even further than that.
She dreamed of a bulge forming in the front of his pants, a bulge that would be quite obvious to her, so she would know she was turning him on.
As she started to come harder, her creamy juices dripping down her thigh, she fantasized about taking him out of his pants, and playing with his cock, which would be the thickest, longest cock in the world. She would rub the drops of come from the slit all over his cock head, and he would moan more as his cock head would be fully lubricated. Then, she would point his cock at her cunt.
He would start to come all over her black pussy patch, and she would moan louder, then move her lips to his, and kiss his perfect mouth.
In the end, Marcy let her fantasy take the best of her, and luckily she snapped out of it just in time to hear approaching footsteps. The girls were coming back up to their rooms now, which meant Shari would be coming into their room any second.
She managed to wipe her thighs clean with a towel, and although she didn't have time to slip into her panties again, she did get her skirt back on.
During the next few days, each time she would sit, she would be reminded of the ruler whipping, because it took that long for her ass to heal. However, it was not an unpleasant memory, and during most of those two days, each time she'd be reminded, her pussy would be dripping with wetness.
Her second punishment came just as her ass was healing from the first one.
She had been bored shitless in Mrs. Reynold's Math class, and was thinking, why should this day be different from any others? She started to doodle, at first, knowing that she could just go over the day's lesson in the review book, later that night.
Her doodles started to take certain forms, which at first, she was not at all conscious about.
But as the rigid cock and balls began to appear on the page, she started to draw in a pubic patch. Then, she started to draw a mouth right near the cock, and she was just putting the frizzy hair on when Mrs. Reynolds snatched the paper away from her.
From the look on her face, Marcy thought the woman might never have seen a hard cock before, though she was married.
However, she knew what Mrs. Reynolds was thinking, since she happened to be a frizzy-haired woman herself. Maybe it was unconscious, too, that Marcy was making her Math teacher the cocksucker in this case, but she didn't really know.
Mrs. Reynolds grabbed her by her long black hair, gave orders for the class to go on and do the next three problems in the book, then dragged Marcy out of the classroom and down the hall, toward the large oak office door.
She rapped on it, and a second later, it opened.
Mr. Morley looked at her, as if he was surprised to see her back after she'd had a punishment less than a week earlier.
"What did she do this time?" he asked Mrs. Howard, and the prudish Math teacher thrust the paper right under his nose.
Marcy kept her eyes glued to her dream Adonis' face, and for two seconds, she was positive she saw the man smiling slyly. It was only when he made eye contact with Mrs. Howard that he stopped smiling, and the stern, authoritative look returned.
"Get into this office, now," he commanded Marcy, and she could already feel her knees weakening, for she knew what would happen.
That time, the sound of his office door being slammed shut sent waves of pleasure through her body, for she knew that they were alone.
"And just who is this supposed to be?" he asked her, and she shrugged her shoulders.
He commanded her to bend forward once again, and he pulled her skirt up. The same thing that had happened the first time, happened this time, with her pussy being pressed up against the edge of the desk each time that he applied a ruler whack to her panty covered buttocks; but this time, there were fifteen whacks.
By the time the last one landed, she was having trouble catching her breath, for he'd actually brought her off to an orgasm. Luckily, her panties seeped up all the juices that were flowing from her pussy, because she thought he might be very angry if he saw some cream dripping down her thigh.
The third time she had been punished had been for whistling in the hallways between passing, and she thought it was totally ridiculous for there to be a rule that did not allow whistling during passing.
Of course, Marcy had a dirty song in mind, whose lyrics went like this:
"Let me suck it, then you can fuck it."
"Let me eat it, then you can beat it."
And so on. She imagined that Mr. Ryan, the English teacher who caught her, might have heard some of the girls at the school singing the song, with the lyrics, at other times in his life. The look of joy on her face as she had been singing it, might have made him know she was something of a horny girl.
So she was marched to Mr. Morley's office for the third time, in less than three weeks, but this time, there was a change in the punishment.
After being told to lean face forward over his desk, and after he pushed her skirt up, there was a long moment's pause.
Then, the young black-haired girl felt him moving his hand into the elastic waist band of her panties, and he yanked them down, fast.
"This will hurt you even more, and hopefully, you'll learn your lesson."
She felt a cool breeze blowing over her firm, white buttocks, seconds before the ruler whacked her hard on the behind.
It did hurt ten times more than any of the blows, but because her naked pussy was now pressed against the edge of the desk, she was getting turned on even faster than she had gotten turned on the other times.
Each time he whacked her, she went through what she considered a mild orgasm.
She wiggled her ass around a little bit, and groaned in pain, each time the whip whacked her. It seemed like he was trying to hit one buttock, and then the other, and then both at one time, forming some kind of whipping pattern.
She thought she felt a wetness on her ass at one point, and that brought her down for a second, because she felt that he must have drawn blood.
And it was when Marcy turned around, that she noticed something, for the very first time, out of all three punishments. It was the thing she had been thinking about every since that third ruler whipping.
The bulge in his pants was quite prominent, just like it had been in her fantasy. She hadn't even bothered to look at his crotch the first two times he whipped her, and when she saw the stiff bulge there the third time, it made her regret the fact that she hadn't looked those other times. Because maybe he had been hard then.
Of course, she also thought that he could have gotten hard this time because it was the first time he ever saw her naked ass.
She knew, too, that she happened to have one fabulous looking ass. Her buttocks started out looking nice and white, until he hit her enough times, but even then, with the ruler marks, and welts, it could not change the lovely curve of her ass cheeks.
He caught her looking at him, and turned away immediately.
"Get dressed and get out of here, and let's hope that you don't come back here for the rest of the term," he said.
Deep down, she felt that he was scared of her, or scared of what he might let himself do. She turned around before she bent down to pull up her panties, and thought that she caught him taking a fast glimpse at her pussy.
But he did not turn to face her completely, as if he was scared that she would look at his crotch again and see the bulge, that Marcy was sure was still there.
"I hope you've learned your lesson this time," he said to her.
She was not even thinking about it, as she left his office. Instead, she was trying to think of how many times he had hit her. Supposedly, because it was the third time she was being punishment, he should have given her twenty whacks.
But Marcy was positive he'd applied no more than ten, and then, when he had seen her looking at him, he had stopped.
That afternoon, as she ran up to her room, she was happy that most of the girls were going on an afternoon outing, one which she could not go on, being punished and all.
Because she had more of a chance to dream that afternoon, and she put a pillow under her buttocks, so that there would not be as much pain as there'd be sitting on the mattress, spread her legs, and played with herself.
She dreamed of the bulge she'd seen in his crotch.
She also dreamed of the doodle she'd been punished for the second time, and how it really hadn't been Mrs. Reynolds in the picture, even though the hair had been frizzy.
Marcy now knew that she was doodling a picture of what she thought Mr. Morley's cock would look like, and what she wanted to do with it, though she had never done it to any other cock before in her life.
She closed her eyes and could imagine his long, golden shaft, moving closer to her mouth. She could imagine the head of it rubbing over her lips, and then, her tongue moving out slowly between her lips, tasting the juices that were dripping from the thick slit on the head. One taste would let her know she wanted more, and she'd open her lips wider, and move them down the shaft.
He would be loving it, she imagined, and perhaps he might even be whacking her buttocks as he fucked her face, leaning forward so that he would be able to reach her with his long, solid ruler.
The thought of it had made her juices flow so much, that her pillow had been soaked by the time her fantasies were over, for the juices dripping right down near her ass cheeks, and then right into the pillow.
And ever since that day, she had dreamed of what he'd said.
"Let's hope that you don't come back here for the rest of the term."
Whatever could he mean by that? she wondered. Surely, he had to realize that if she'd been there three times during the first three weeks, she was going to have to end up there at least one more time that term, and maybe even more.
So, this afternoon, while sitting in Mrs. Reynold's Math class, she decided the time had come. Her ass was healed from the last whipping.
It was time for him to whip her again, and perhaps, more would happen.
So, first Marcy yawned, a great big yawn, that was also loud.
"Marcy, what is wrong with you?" Mrs. Reynolds asked, with some hostility in her voice, the same hostility having been there since the doodle incident.
"I guess I just didn't have enough sleep last night," she said, coldly.
"Well, try to get some tonight," the teacher said, and Marcy was upset.
Ploy number one had failed, so she went on to her second ploy.
She ripped a piece of paper out of her spiral notebook, loudly, so that Mrs. Reynolds cast a suspicious glance in her direction.
Then, when Marcy was sure that the woman was not looking, she wrote something down on the piece of paper, and slid it over to Shari, who was sitting at the next desk. She did this when the teacher was looking, purposely.
Shari opened the piece of paper and covered her mouth to keep from laughing, and all Marcy could think about was victory as the teacher stormed down the aisle between their desks, and grabbed the paper.
Shari looked at Marcy, with some fear, but Marcy just winked.
Mrs. Reynolds looked like she was going to die when she opened the paper and read what Marcy had written, in big block letters.
"THIS COURSE SUCKS!"
Marcy was all prepared. In fact, before passing the note, she'd even put her books together so that she could grab them as the teacher pulled her up and started to drag her down the hall, by the ear. Marcy wanted to bite the bitch's fingers off, for though she didn't mind taking her punishment, ear pulling was more than she could handle.
She didn't even tell the students to go on with the next problem because she was so shocked by what she had read.
Two raps were all it took before Mr. Morley opened his door, and before he could even ask, the frizzy haired Math teacher was thrusting the piece of paper into his hand. Once again, Marcy was positive she saw him smile first, but when he looked at the Math teacher, the smile was gone.
"Step inside," he said, and this time, although it was to be her fourth punishment in four weeks, he seemed nicer than the other three times.
He didn't even slam the door, but closed it gently, so that the two of them were alone. Marcy placed her books on the small table near the wall, walked toward his desk, bent over, pulled her skirt up, and her panties down, and waited.
Of course, she had done it purposely. He had not commanded her to do it, like he had those other times but she was thinking about the bulge in his pants, from the last time, and hoped she could get it to form this time.
"Uh, what do you think you're doing?" he asked her.
"Preparing myself. I thought it would be a waste of time for you to have to tell me, and thought you'd even appreciate it if I prepared myself."
"Well, I'm not ready yet. I want to talk," he said, and she had to smile before she turned around, because she knew what she was going to do next.
Marcy just turned around, hopped up on the edge of his desk, and sat there, with her legs spread as wide as she could spread them, considering the fact that she'd lowered her panties down around her ankles, and couldn't stretch her legs too far without ripping her panties right in half.
Of course, by doing that, she was baring her pussy right in front, of him, and she saw now that he looked there, first, seemed to turn red, then looked back up at her.
"Just what does this note happen to mean?" he asked her, and for the first time, out of her three visits with him, she felt like he was talking on a one to one basis with her, even going so far as to treat her like an adult.
"What does it mean?" she asked. "Well, this course, of course, is referring to Mrs. Reynold's Math course. And I think we know what sucks means."
"Don't be snotty with me, young lady," he said.
"I'm not trying to be, Mr. Morley. I really do respect you. I happen to like you a lot, too. But let's face it Mrs. Reynolds is not fit to be teaching Math. I mean, I can read everything right out of the book at night, and know it all. I don't need her there to give me a summary."
"And what about the other students? Do you think they can all learn that way?"
"I don't know. Maybe not. I guess not. I mean, Shari needs to have her explain the shit ... I mean, the stuff. But I don't."
"And what do you suggest I do about it?" he asked her.
"I have no suggestions. Maybe you can get me out of her class, and put me into a class where I'll be challenged. Besides, ever since that doodle incident, I know that bitch ... I mean, that woman, has it in for me. She hates me. She thinks it was her mouth near your cock ... I mean, the cock ..."
"My cock?" he asked her, and she could tell that he was smiling for sure now.
"No, the cock. I mean, I didn't even know it was going to be a cock when I first started to doodle. I was just bored in her class, and that's what came out. The mouth followed."
"All right, now. Now you can bend over," he said to her.
"What?" she asked, for she had expected something else to happen. She had thought that they had been having a good talk, and now, he was just going back to being the strict disciplinarian that he had been before.
It wasn't fair, she thought. She wanted him so bad.
As she bent over, she pressed her pussy against the edge of his desk again. Then, she felt the cool rushing breeze, a second before the ruler hit her on the buttocks. That time, for some reason, it seemed to hurt more than the other times, and when she turned to look, she could see that he was standing even closer to her.
He was also holding a thicker ruler than the one he'd used the other times.
"Nineteen more of these, and that should teach you a lesson," he said to her.
Marcy thought she was going to die this time. She though t that there was no way she would be able to put up with his ruler whipping, and the next time she felt the ruler hit her on the buttocks, she screamed out in pain.
The pain, in fact, was too much for her to handle. Even with her pussy pressed against the edge of the desk, nothing much was happening there. She had managed to build up some wetness before he started to hit her, but once the whipping started, she thought that there was no way she would be able to continue.
Then, there was a pause, and she thought she heard something.
It sounded like the sound of a zipper being opened, and when she turned back, she could see that he was opening his pants. He reached inside, and pulled his hard dick right out, then moved it toward her buttocks.
"Oh, Mr. Morley," she moaned. "You don't know how long I've dreamed about this."
He rubbed his thick cock against her buttocks, then started to rub it against her pussy lips from behind, as gently as he possibly could.
Marcy lifted herself up a little bit more, and slid her fingers down to her cunt lips in the front, spreading them, and moving her one middle finger to her clit. She started to wiggle it back and forth, then felt his pleasure pole sliding into her.
It was the first time she had ever felt a dick in her cunt, though she did not have her hymen, and knew that she didn't have it.
She'd been horseback riding when she was younger, and had lost it back then.
She felt him slamming his cock in all the way, and she started to come around him within a matter of seconds.
She heard him moaning then, and he pulled back. He moved his hands near her breasts and started to fondle them through her blouse. Marcy couldn't get over the way that felt, for his skilled fingers seemed to search out her nipples within a matter of seconds, and then, he was plucking on them.
His cock throbbed a few seconds later, and she felt his cream starting to shoot right into her pussy. He was moaning louder, and he kept thrusting the whole time, his groin slapping against her buttocks.
"Oh God, this feels fabulous," she was moaning. "This feels fantastic."
"Does it?" he asked, and she could sense that he was a little bit upset about it, then thought about the forceful way in which he had entered her, and the way each inward thrust had been rather hard, so his groin was hitting her sore buttocks.
Maybe, she was thinking, he was trying to hurt her by fucking her hard, and she had just opened her big mouth and told him it felt good.
She was even more sure that he wanted to hurt her by fucking her, when after she spoke, he started to pinch at her nipples even harder. He seemed to be twisting them, and she thought that he was going to rip them right off.
However, just then, his cock started to twitch a little bit, and he pulled himself out of her, and turned her around.
Before she could say anything, he was forcing her on her knees.
He moved his semi-limp cock to her lips, and commanded her to open her mouth.
She did so, and felt him ramming his cock into her mouth, hard. As soon as he was between her lips, he moved one hand behind her head, and held the back of her head. She felt his cock starting to stiffen, and since her lips were at the base of his shaft, when that happened, he was starting to penetrate her throat.
She could feel her throat taking him in, because she had no choice, but a few seconds later, when Mr. Morley's thick long, dick was as hard as it could be, she felt the way she was starting to choke around it.
Her eyes bulged out of her head with fear, and he looked down at her and started to laugh in a rather snide way.
"So you thought it would be all fun and games, didn't you?" he asked her. "It isn't. It isn't. A man can really hurt a woman, particularly an impudent one."
He let up on the back of her head a little, pulled his shaft back so she could breathe, then slammed himself in again.
Next, as he held himself in her throat for a few seconds, he reached for the longer, thinner ruler, that her been used on her ass the other times. He bent over and started to whack her ass as hard as he could.
And yet, though she knew he was trying to hurt her, she couldn't help but start to come, because it was just like she had fantasized about.
She slid her hand down to her pussy and began to play with herself, rubbing her wet cunt lips, then sliding a finger in and feeling all this cream dripping out of her. It was, Marcy knew, a combination of his come and her come, and when she started to wiggle her clit back and forth, she was coming all over again.
When she was coming, it wasn't so bad to have his cock stuffed in her mouth. In fact, she started to work her tongue over the underside of his shaft, and she could hear the way that he was moaning softly.
When he started to moan like that, he still whacked her ass with the ruler, but she could feel him doing it with less strength behind each blow. It was as if he was so turned on that he couldn't hit her as hard as he wanted to.
Mr. Morley started to thrust in and out of her mouth faster and faster, and he could feel the way her lips and tongue were doing such a nice job on his cock.
He started to think. He had known that this would be happening soon enough. He had felt something for her the very first time she had come into my office, and he tried to fight those feelings.
For it had happened before, and he knew the consequences.
The last time, he remembered, she had seen his bulge, and he had known that she had seen it. That was why he had turned his back on her.
This time, the little nymph had gone too far, turning him on so much that he just couldn't control himself. And he knew she knew what she was doing.
After all, she had just sat there talking with him for a few minutes, with her pussy bared right in front of him.
She had to know it was turning him on, and he knew what he was trying to accomplish by fucking her face this hard.
He knew what he had been trying to accomplish by fucking her cunt. After all, he was quite sure that she had been a virgin, before he entered her, and he had been hoping that he would rip her apart, break her cherry, and cause her pain.
Instead, he had brought her pleasure, and she had loved the way he fucked her.
Now, it seemed like her feelings were mixed. At first, when he had rammed his hard dick into her mouth and choked her, he thought that she was hating it, and he had even started to slap her ass with the ruler again, to add to her hatred.
He knew, in a second, why she was getting turned on.
He could see that she was frigging her little pussy, fast and hard, and he reached down and grabbed her hand, then pulled it up to his balls, so she could not only cup his hot balls and turn him on, but also, so she couldn't play with herself.
It made no difference, for by that time, Marcy's pussy juices were flowing steadily, and all she had to do was rub her legs together.
Mr. Morley watched her tits, heaving up and down through her blouse, and looked at her pretty face. He could see her light eyes looking up at him, and when he looked at her lips, wrapped around his shaft, he couldn't get over it.
He knew he had a thick cock shaft, and knew that it was something of a strain for her to be able to open her mouth wide enough to take his shaft in. The look of it was quite enough to turn him on, and make him pulse.
He fucked her face faster then, his balls slapping her chin, because she just couldn't hold onto them much longer. As he started to pulse, he started to curse at her, and told her that she was going to have to swallow every drop of his load, because if she didn't, her punishment would be more severe.
Then, when he was going to come, he rammed his cock deep into her throat so the cream first shot there. He could hear her choking, and could see tears running down her cheeks, and he smiled with as evil a look as he could put on.
He reached down and yanked at one of her tits, hard, pulling it and squeezing the nipple, even twisting it a little bit.
Then, after he had finished coming, he pulled out, smacked her across the face with his dick, then pushed it back into his pants.
"Now stand up and bend over," he said to her, and when she couldn't stand up fast enough, because her legs were shaky, he pulled her by her hair.
He pushed her face forward over his desk, and started to whack her ass with the thicker ruler, taking up from where he had left off.
"Three, four, five," he started to moan, as he hit her, and she couldn't believe that he was going to continue, and give her the twenty whacks she was supposed to get.
But he did, and Marcy felt like her ass was on fire by the time he was finished.
As soon as he was, he commanded her to pull up her panties, pull down her dress, and get out of his office, fast.
"And let's hope that this doesn't happen again," he said, slamming the door behind her, hard, so that she almost jumped in the hall.
She started to walk back to her room, more confused than she'd ever been.