“No!” cried Sarah.The headmaster tapped the end of the crop against the pinkness of her abused flesh.“Are you going to keep sticking your finger... down here where they don’t belong?” he asked.“No!” cried Sarah.“And are you going to play with your bottom, or the little nub that you begged me not to punish?” he said.“Please Sir, no more!” cried Sarah.The crop rose up one more time, and she watched in horror, her hands frozen in place as it came down again between her legs. It landed with a sharp. I’ll tell you what to do.” He turned me over, pulled up my dress, exposing my smooth, firm ass. He started spanking me. “fuck, ohh FUCK” I cried out, it hurt, but it was a mix between pain and pleasure. He stopped spanking me, and got up off the bed, unzipping his pants and letting them fall. A HUGE 7-8 inch cock hung from his waist. It wasn’t just long, but it was THICK. “Suck it, slut” He said, grabbing the back of my head. He forced it deep into my throat, nearly making me gag. Tears. .. "We're all set then?" I guess so," Jean confirmed."Okay," Beth enthused. "Can you go shopping with me now?" Well, for a couple of hours," Jean agreed. "Hopefully, it won't take any longer than that." Jean's part-time receptionist position was afternoons, three days a week -- but the days shifted to accommodate the other, more full-time employee. This week it was Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday."I'll get the car..." Beth hopped up and got out of there.Candace reached out and pinned Jean's arm. Fear. I glance quickly into your eyes, afraid of the fire blazing from them, vulnerable. Again, shame at my fear and I look away. ‘No! Look at me!’ Your voice is a command, ragged with emotion. Trembling, I obey, your love is a conflagration, burning away the fear, the doubt, the shame. Yes. I am yours. Claimed by your eyes, you pierce my soul with the thrust of your cock. Tears fill my eyes, a flood echoed deeper below as I cry out in relief, in exultation. ‘Daddy I -‘ My body surrenders even.