Chapter 1
The bad little schoolgirl, Nancy Mermerstein was anything but frightened as she sat in Mr. Mumm's outer office although she knew she was going to be punished severely.
This was the third time that week that Nancy had been sent to the Principal's office, and the first two times her ass has been spanked hard with Mr. Mumm's palm.
The man had held nothing back and had slapped Nancy's perfect ass cheeks as hard as he could, and she loved every minute of it. She didn't know why she loved it.
Nancy never even bothered to ask herself why. She just knew that she wanted more. That was why she purposefully allowed herself to repeatedly get caught in the girls' room smoking.
Nancy knew that Mr. Mumm's harsh spankings made her feel differently than she felt at any other time except for maybe when she was alone at night under the covers trying to get to sleep. Nancy's mother had told her that good girls slept with their hands above the covers and Nancy believed that this was true.
Nancy was an amazingly beautiful girl yet she was only vaguely aware of the effect her sexiness had on both boys and grown men.
Nancy was a very naive young lady hardly the sort that one would expect to enjoy a good spanking. But one must never judge a book by its cover.
Nancy Mermerstein was only sixteen years old and she would have been the very first to admit that she didn't know very much about life.
Nancy had the face of an angel. From looking at her one would think that she had never had a naughty thought and this was true. She had never schemed to hurt anyone in anyway. She did think naughty thoughts, however. Mostly when she was alone at night under the covers. She thought about Mr. Mumm. She thought about the way he spanked her bottom until the cheeks were red. And she thought about the way that made her pussy ache. His spankings made her loins tingle. Her pussy even got a little wet.
One could almost see a halo hovering over her head. She knew that she wanted a strong man. She wanted a man who would be willing to both dominate her and take care of her.
She wanted to be bad and then she wanted to be punished for being bad. Nancy was very much a virgin. The truth of the matter was that she had never even been kissed passionately by a guy.
"Miss Mermerstein, I will see you now," Mr. Mumm said, standing in the doorway to his private office.
No, Nancy was not frightened. But she was horny. She could feel her panties getting wet in the crotch.
Nancy could feel the glands inside her pussy beginning to secrete her natural lubrication. Her cunt ached.
Her cunt juices were flowing steadily. It had gotten to the point where just thinking about getting spanked got Nancy all worked up.
She had dressed very seductively that day. She had gotten in trouble on purpose. She was wearing super-tight designer jeans. They had pinstripes on them.
Her jeans were the sort that left little to the imagination. They looked as if they had been painted on. Mr. Mumm was pleased with those jeans.
The man could not only see the cleavage between her ass cheeks but he could also see the outline of her vulva, and the cleavage between her cunt lips.
Nancy could feel the blood pumping downward in her body toward the pink delta between her lovely legs.
She could tell that both her inner and outer cunt lips were swelling rapidly. Her clit was swelling too.
Nancy could feel her love button growing into an erection at the very top of her virginal cooze.
Nancy could feel the wet spot in the crotch of her panties getting larger with each passing second. This was getting uncomfortable.
Nancy could feel the cottony material of her underwear crawling up into her cunt making her pussy feel as if it were trapped in a cloth trap.
Her cunt could not breathe. She wanted to get naked. r--
Nancy's aching twat needed air. Nancy would never forget the underwear she wore that day. They were skimpy and white--white being symbolic in retrospect for her chastity.
For Nancy was chaste when she entered the private office. She sensed a hunger in the man and she wondered if she would still be a virgin by the time she left that private office.
It was Friday afternoon. Late. Everyone had gone home. Everyone had been anxious to start their weekend. The principal's secretary had left an hour before.
Only janitors remained in the building and they were all drunk. Mr. Mumm licked his lips when he looked at Nancy.
It was Springtime and the weather was warming. Nancy wore a lime green blouse. The top three buttons were unbuttoned.
Nancy was showing off a good portion of her cleavage. She had put on perfume before entering the man's office.
Nancy was wearing some musk oil that a rich friend of Nancy's had lent her. It was very special stuff.
It changed scent depending on the person who was wearing it. On Nancy it smelled hauntingly seductive.
Nancy was also wearing high-heeled sandals. They were black and propped her heels high up off the floor accentuating the shapeliness of her gams.
Her pinstriped jeans were peg-legged. Her hair was as black as a moonless night and she had a dark olive complexion. Her eyes were almond-shaped.
"Miss Mermerstein-"
"Please call me Nancy."
"Miss Mermerstein, this is the third time this week that you have been sent in here for smoking. Is there another reason you want to come see me?"
"No, sir. I don't try to get caught," Nancy said.
"I have reason to think otherwise, Nancy," Mr. Mumm said. His tone softened. Nancy thought he was very handsome. She thought he was handsome enough to be a movie star.
"What sort of evidence?" Nancy asked.
"I think you enjoy being spanked," Mr. Mumm said.
"How can you tell?" Nancy asked nervously.
"Well, for one thing you do not cry," Mr. Mumm said. "I never cry. I didn't even cry when I was a baby."
"You not only don't cry, but you moan with pleasure," Mr. Mumm said.
"I do?"
"Yes, Nancy, and you rub against my lap," Mr. Mumm said.
"I guess I might as well confess everything," Nancy said.
"I just want to know if there is something else you want," Mr. Mumm said.
Nancy wanted to blurt out that she wanted his cock but the sounds caught in her throat and she found herself stammering childishly.
"Would you like a spanking?"
"Very much, Mr. Mumm."
"Okay, but this time it is going to be on your bare fanny!" Mr. Mumm said. The softness left his voice. He became stern as he discussed Nancy's punishment.
Nancy could feel an amazingly intense throb in her clit. She could tell that she was already hornier than she had ever been before.
And he hadn't even touched her yet. She had a feeling that she was going to experience pleasures and pains in that room on that day that she couldn't even imagine.
Not in a million years. Nancy could tell that all of the pink folds of mucous membrane in her sweet virginal poontang were fully engorged with hot blood.
She moaned.
"And I am not going to use my palm either," Mr. Mumm said.
"But I like the way your hand stings me," Nancy said. Besides, the thought of his flesh touching her bare ass made her whole body tingle.
Nancy's eyes were dark brown. They were so dark, in fact, that they looked ebony when viewed in limited illumination. The lights in Mr. Mumm's private office were turned off.
The walls of his office were lined with books. Most of the books were about education, from the titles Nancy could read as she glanced around.
"I am going to use something that stings more," Mr. Mumm said.
"What are you going to use, Mr. Mumm?" Nancy inquired.
"I am going to use a ping pong paddle!" Mr. Mumm said. The man seemed quite pleased with himself. He liked his girls little and Nancy was quite tiny.
Nancy stood only five feet one inch. She only weighed one-hundred pounds on the nose give or take a couple of pounds in either direction depending on what time of the month it was.
"Oooooooh, that sounds like it would hurt a great deal!" Nancy said.
Nancy's dark eyes lit up and her mouth curled into a grin.
"And I have peeled the rubber away so that the surface of the paddle is bare wood," Mr. Mumm said. He pulled the paddle out of the desk drawer. He was smiling too. The man loved to give spankings. He was going to get off on this just as much as she. Mr. Mumm had a sneaking suspicion that things were going to get out of control once the spanking was through. He figured Nancy had a notion of getting his rocks off and he was going to go with that flow. Mr. Mumm figured the foxy teenager might get his rocks off twice if he played his cards right.
"I can feel myself getting all goose-bumpy just thinking about it," Nancy said with a small shiver.
The black haired teenager had eyelashes and eyebrows that were just as black as the hair on her head.
Her eyebrows were plucked neatly and were femininely angular. Her eyelashes were long and curled up at their tips.
Her cheekbones were high and her nostrils were slightly pinched. Her nostrils, however, like to flare wide open when she was excited, as she was at that moment.
Nancy's black hair spilled down to her shoulders. It was parted in the middle and fell onto her forehead in downy bangs, The bangs came almost all the way down to her cheekbones.
"Get those pants down!"
"Yes, sir."
"Pronto!"
"Yes, sir."
Nancy unsnapped the single snap that held her jeans together. She pulled down the zipper and then hooked her fingers under the tops of her pants.
Nancy pushed her fingers all the way down so that they were under the elastic at the top of her white panties. She was going to pull her pants and her underwear down at the same time. She began to wiggle that fantastic ass from side to side.
Mr. Mumm could feel a tremendous ache developing in his balls. He could feel his semen swimming around his swollen testicles impatiently.
Mr. Mumm could feel the hot blood of his manly horniness his sadistic lust pumping into both the head and the shaft of his cock.
Mr. Mumm could feel his cock getting a little bit longer, a little bit thicker, and a little bit harder with each and every beat of his racing heart.
Mr . Mumm could already feel his cock stressing the material of his own underwear. He knew that it wouldn't be long before his cock would feel like it wanted to tear right out of the crotch of his suit pants.
Mr. Mumm stood well over six feet tall and weighed well over two-hundred pounds. He had once played college football for a major university.
Mr. Mumm was only thirty-two years old which seemed very old to Nancy. That was twice her age after all.
Nancy thought that he looked very distinguished. She liked the way his brown hair was graying at the temples. His hair had a salt and pepper effect.
Nancy looked into his cool gray eyes. She could see that his jaw was strong and his chin was firm. There was a dimple in the center of his chin.
Mr. Mumm had a massive upper torso. He had continued to work out even after his jock days were through, and he had stayed in perfect shape. There was no softness around his middle such as is so commonly found in men of his age. He carried no spare tire.
He was all muscle.
Muscle like rock.
He was carved from granite.
Nancy could practically see Mr. Mumm's muscles rippling under his suit. She wondered if she would ever get an opportunity to see him nude.
She hoped so.
She liked the way his body tapered downward sharply to slender hips. His thighs were thick thicker than Nancy's waist. Of course, Nancy's waist only measured twenty-two inches.
Her slender waist accentuated her ass's roundness and the truly extraordinary size of her breasts. Nancy Mermerstein had spectacular tits.
Nancy's jeans were so tight that she had to peel them downward. She kicked off her shoes and pulled the pants and white underwear down over her ass. She pointed her cute toes as she removed the bottoms completely.
"No use stopping. You might as well remove your blouse as well. I would like to see those boobs of yours," Mr. Mumm said. The handsome man was smacking his lips obscenely as he watched her fingers trembling. He looked at her perfect inverted triangle of black pubic hair. Mr. Mumm figured that she had to trim her pubies to make them so perfectly cover her mound like an arrow pointing at the virgin's clitoral foreskin. Only Nancy Mermerstein knew for sure that this was, indeed, the way her ebony short and curlies grew naturally.
Nancy could feel the cunt juices continuing to trickle out of her fig. She could tell that it wouldn't be very long before those juices began to spill down the insides of her thighs.
Nancy knew that her juices were soon to spill like nectar dripping from a split in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach. Nancy could smell her cunt, her lust, her brand new womanly passion, and she was slightly embarrassed by this.
Nancy unbuttoned her blouse all the way with those trembling fingers and pulled it open. Mr. Mumm gasped. Those breasts were splendid as far as he was concerned.
Mr. Mumm could see that Nancy's tits looked even larger because of her diminutive size. He could tell that they were going to fit into the palms of his hands perfectly.
Of course, Mr. Mumm had very large hands. Her tits protruded far from her chest. They did not sag at all, not even a fraction of an inch, in spite of their size. Nancy's tits defied gravity.
Her breasts were perfectly shaped as well, sloping well back into her arm pits. They were rounded at the bottoms, yet sloped on top, so that the nipples pointed slightly upward. Her tits were pert.
Perky.
They were buoys high on her chest. Nancy never wore a bra. She didn't have to. Nature had supplied all of the lifting and separating her tits needed.
Her nipples were large and dark.
They were the color of cocoa.
They were the size of silver dollars.
Nancy pulled her blouse all the way off and walked over to Mr. Mumm. She was naked with the exception of a gold ankle bracelet. She looked like a dream come true for the sadistic man. She needed to be punished. She didn't just want it. She had to have it!
Nancy had a sexy walk, like one might associate with an Italian movie star. She swung her hips from side to side as she walked. Her posture was always perfect. Nancy walked as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her pretty head.
Nancy's mouth was not large, but her lips were full and sensuous. She had cherry red lips that looked a little puffy. She had a pouting expression.
Nancy tended to hold her lips apart and slightly puckered. She looked as if she constantly needed to be kissed very badly. It was ironic that those lips had never know the touch of intimate caress. Her mouth looked as if it were ready and willing to become a living thing when first stroked by the wet mouth of a lover.
Nancy's tits bounced up and down a little bit as she walked.
"Go back and put your shoes back on," Mr. Mumm said.
"Yes, sir."
Nancy slipped her dainty feet back into her high-heeled sandals. The shoes made her walk even more adorable. What an ass. It was round and perfect. The flesh was smooth both firm and supple. Her legs were fantastic as well. Her thighs tapered gracefully like those of a pedigree from her round hips to her smooth knees. Her calves were rounded but not overly muscled. Her ankles were trim.
Mr. Mumm was sitting on a black padded swivel chair. He pushed himself out from behind his large oak wood desk so that Nancy could sprawl across his lap.
Mr. Mumm could feel the head of his cock throbbing intensely. His glans looked as if it were going to explode from the internal pressure.
Mr. Mumm could feel the ache in his nuts getting worse by the second. His glands of masculinity felt swollen to twice their normal size.
Mr. Mumm's balls felt like two recently lit globs of canned heat. He could feel the temperature of his sticky jism rising rapidly.
He felt as if his spunk were approaching the boiling point. He held the striped ping pong paddle in his right hand. He grasped it by its leather handle.
This was not just a run-of-the-mill ping pong paddle. This was the expensive kind, heavier than those used in the basements of most homes.
Nancy could feel the ache in her pussy spreading inward and upward to fill the inside of her cunt and then her lower belly. Nancy began to feel as if she had an itch behind her bellybutton an itch that was in desperate need of scratching.
She got across his lap like a good girl. She could feel his hard cock. She could tell that her pussy was making a wet spot on his suit trousers. She knew he didn't care. Nancy was getting in touch with her libido and gained self-assurance. She now realized that Mr. Mumm LIKED the idea that her cunt was soaking wet.
She could feel his cock throbbing against her right through his pants and his underwear. His cock ached horribly, and the man felt the ache get worse as the naked girl sprawled across him so that he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
He could smell her.
Stroke her.
The man wanted to caress her for a moment before he whipped her butt, but he knew there would be plenty of time for that stuff later. He opted to get on with the punishment.
The man did not have to worry about Nancy's pain stifling her lust. He could tell that the pain in her ass was just what Nancy needed to get her honey pot REALLY boiling.
Mr. Mumm was gripping the leather handle of the stripped down ping pong paddle so tightly in his huge right fist that all of his knuckles had turned white.
Mr. Mumm raised his right arm high over his head and paused. Nancy knew the delicious pain was about to begin. He did not hold back.
Not at all.
He gave it everything he had. He brought that ping pong paddle down across both of Nancy's dark round ass cheeks at the same time. The contact made a sound that echoed off the walls of Mr. Mumm's private office.
SMACK!
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Nancy screamed. The sound of her exclamation seemed to burble up all the way from the pit of Nancy's flat tummy.
Her tits were on her knee, pressed slightly flat. Her legs stuck out in the air, and she kicked with her little feet a little as the pain ripped through her.
The black haired teenager could feel the pain affecting each and every one of her nerve-endings. She could feel her masochistic brain translating the pain into pleasure. The sensation was sent back down her spine to her cunt. Nancy could feel the pink tissues in her pussy's delta beginning to crawl around anxiously as if those mucous membranes had suddenly developed minds of their own or something. Her clitoris was pushing out from under its foreskin.
The fleshy clitoral sheath the hood that usually all but covered Nancy's love button was being pushed up and out of the way by her feminine erection.
Mr. Mumm raised his arm high over his head again. He brought it down again. Nancy noticed that she always heard the sound a split-fraction of a second before she felt the horrible and wonderful combination of intense pain and intense pleasure.
SMACK!
"YES!" Nancy screamed.
Mr. Mumm spanked the little girl until she was squirming with desire on her lap. Her ass cheeks were very red. Nancy knew that she was going to have difficulty sitting down for a few days but she knew also that she would consider that discomfort more than worthwhile in the long run. "SPANK ME HARDER!" she screamed.
"Tell me how you feel," he said.
"I am getting so hot," she screamed.
"Where are you getting hot?"
"In between my legs."
"Say it! Say that word!"
"I'm getting hot in my cunt, Mr. Mumm!" Nancy screamed.
"That's better," Mr. Mumm said. He smacked her one more time and Nancy could tell that the spanking was over. The appeal of the abuse had already climaxed. The nerve-endings in her ass cheeks were getting numb so the pain was not as sharp and delicious near the end.
Mr. Mumm placed the ping pong paddle on his desk and told Nancy to sit up on his lap. She draped her legs across his and rubbed her hot ass against the bulge in his crotch.
Nancy could see that Mr. Mumm's hands and feet were extraordinarily long. So was judging from the throbbing bulge in his crotch another all-important part of Mr. Mumm's masculine anatomy.
"I've never done it with a man before," Nancy said.
"Stop talking like a little girl. Talk like a woman."
"I have never been fucked by a man before," Nancy said.
"There you go. There has to be a first time for everything."
"I've never even been out on a date with a boy," Nancy said.
"Precious. Extremely precious," Mr. Mumm said.
He was running his fingers through her black hair gingerly.
"I've never even been kissed by a man, Mr. Mumm," Nancy said.
"Let's take care of that detail right now, shall we," Mr. Mumm said.
"Let's," Nancy said.
They closed their eyes.
Mr. Mumm wrapped his strong arms around Nancy's slender waist. He had one palm over the back of his other hand at the small of her back.
Nancy wrapped her arms around Mr. Mumm's strong, thick neck. She gave him a little squeeze as their faces moved toward one another.
They paused when their mouths were only fraction of an inch apart. Their tingling lips were so close together that they could feel each other's hot moist breath. Nancy ran the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. The little black haired teenager did this in spite of the fact that her sexually aroused lips were already wet.
Then they did press their lips together and Nancy felt herself shivering as this intimate contact felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to. She could tell that she was making a brand new wet spot on the man's suit trousers from the natural lubrication that was dribbling from her inflamed twat.
They kissed with only their lips for a moment or two. They writhed their lips together. They then offered the tips of their tongues. They pushed forward with their eager tasters at the same time as if the two of them had rehearsed this act many times in the past. They flicked the tips of their tongues together.
In no time at all they were thoroughly exploring the insides of each other's mouths with their tingling tongues. They licked at each other's inner cheeks. They licked at each other's gums. They licked at each other's teeth.
They sucked each other's tongues.
They swapped spittle cheerfully. They drank deeply of each other's saliva. They could both feel their salivary glands working overtime. They could feel their mouths watering. Before the kiss both had noticed that they had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep from drooling.
Nancy's nipples got very hard and erect when she was horny. At that moment her nipples looked like pebbles. She could feel them burning and tingling with a need to be taken into the man's mouth.