FB-157  Beth, Sex Instructor
(Ron Smith)


FOREWORD

As its title suggests, this book is about a subject that has become a 
modern phenomenon: erotic spanking.

That is, the use of spanking as a form of sexual foreplay to intensify 
the enjoyment of the erotic activities to follow. This phenomenon is by no 
means limited to some bizarre cult or a sophisticated few. Today, an ever 
growing number of married couples employ spanking as a form of sexual 
foreplay. Many a blushing bride has learned that a warm spanking can be a 
breathtaking prelude to more intimate adventures. There are even couples 
who spank each other, sometimes quite soundly, as a prelude to intercourse.
In other cases, the wife plays the dominant role and spanks the husband.

Such practices are by no means restricted to married couples. Many 
bachelors and unmarried women participate in various erotic spanking 
activities. Teenagers have also caught on to the fact that spanking has its
sexual connotations, with the result that teen couples often indulge in 
various forms of spanking stimulation. As a result of the growing 
popularity of erotic spanking and related activities, pain has become 
something of a business. The professional sadist or “governess,” long an 
established institution in Europe, has now appeared in this country, and 
contacts with such women can be made with relative ease.

It is readily apparent that the growing interest in erotic spanking is 
one of the by-products of the Sexual Revolution. But one must then ask why 
spanking is such a popular form of sexual aggression. There are severed 
factors that set spanking apart from other forms of sexual aggression.

In the first place, spanking has an appeal to the unconscious regions of 
the mind because the act of spanking is in itself a symbolic form of sexual
intercourse. The hairbrush, or other spanking implement, is in effect a 
phallic symbol which, like the penis in normal intercourse, plays the role 
of aggressor. The punishment is generally inflicted on the buttocks, which 
is the area closest to the genitals. Moreover, the most popular spanking 
position, the over-the-knee position, places the genitals of both parties 
in the closest possible contact short of intercourse. In addition, the 
redness of the victim’s buttocks during the punishment symbolizes the color
of the sexual orgasm, while the victim’s squirming and twisting movements 
are highly suggestive of coitus.

Thus, we can see that spanking is in effect a form of substitute 
intercourse. Moreover, the various stages of a spanking: the undressing, 
the positioning, the initial spanks, the reddening buttocks, the 
progressively faster responses from the wriggling victim and the latter’s 
breathless howls – are symbolically, re-enactments of the various stages of
sexual intercourse. Thus, we can readily see why spanking is such an 
appealing form of sexual aggression.

In this book, the author demonstrates the lure of erotic spanking in all 
of its ramifications, and in the process also illustrates the fact that 
sadism and masochism are but different sides of the same coin. The central 
character of the book is Beth Dietrich, a young unmarried schoolteacher. At
the outset of the book we find Beth frustrated and resentful toward the 
opposite sex, both because of her own personal experiences and because of 
the subordinate role of women in general.

Given the opportunity to administer corporal punishment to an athletic 
young man, Beth goes to it with gusto. But the experience unleashes the 
erotic forces that are always lurking just below the surface in such 
activities, and Beth succumbs to temptation. Given new insights about the 
relationship between sex and discipline, Beth embarks on a career of sexual
promiscuity disguised as strict schoolteacher discipline. But her 
activities are soon unmasked and to avoid dismissal from her position, Beth
finds herself on the receiving end and, to her surprise, becomes acquainted
with the basically masochistic side of her personality. In the end, we see 
how Beth makes the adjustments to live with both sides of her dual and 
complicated personality.

We highly recommend this book to readers from all backgrounds. Although 
the book will be of particular interest to those who are interested in the 
phenomenon of erotic spanking, it will appeal to everyone who desires to 
know more about human psychology and sexuality.

 The Publisher  


CHAPTER ONE

“There can be no doubt of your guilt, Mark!” Beth Dietrich announced in 
an icy voice. “I’ve compared the handwriting of that pornographic note with
several samples of your writing, and there’s absolutely no doubt about it.”
The twenty-eight-year-old brunette schoolteacher adjusted her horn-rimmed 
glasses and once again looked at the anonymous note. Her cheeks flushed 
hotly at the obscene proposition it contained.

“Miss Dietrich, I… ” Mark Reed faltered as he tried to speak to the 
severe woman seated behind her oversize walnut desk. The tall, athletic boy
was sixteen years old and well developed, but it was readily apparent that 
he was worried by his unexpected confrontation with the latest addition to 
the faculty at the midwestern suburban high school.

Beth put up her hand to stop him from answering back. “I’m going to the 
principal and then to the school board if I have to, but I’m going to get 
you expelled from this school even if you are the best athlete in the 
county!” The hostility in her voice was unmistakable.

Mark gulped at the teacher’s threatening words. “Look, Miss Dietrich, it 
was just a dumb kid trick,” he tried to explain with obvious distress in 
his voice. “I was just being smart. But you are attractive… ” Even if you 
do wear horn-rimmed glasses and wear your hair in a bun like an old maid, 
he added to himself. But you do have very nice tits. And terrific legs! 
“Please, Miss Dietrich, if I get expelled I’ll lose any chance of getting 
an athletic scholarship,” the young man pleaded.

Beth Dietrich felt a warm glow of pleasure coming over her. There was 
always something highly pleasurable about making members of the opposite 
sex squirm, and she could see that the young man standing before her was 
quite worried indeed. “You can’t write notes like this to women teachers 
and expect to get by with it,” she informed him disdainfully. “You deserve 
to be punished, and you know it as well as I do!”

“Well, punish me yourself!” the young man blurted out hastily.

Beth Dietrich looked surprised. The idea hadn’t occurred to her. “But 
how?” she asked without even thinking.

The teenager hesitated and then shrugged. “Any way you want!” he said 
hurriedly. “As long as you don’t tell anyone about the note.”

Beth looked thoughtfully at the hapless young man for a few moments. What
an opportunity! What a chance to give the opposite sex a taste of their own
medicine!

Ideas quickly began to circulate in Beth’s head. “All right, Mark, it’s a
deal,” she said in a deliberately restrained voice. “But I must warn you 
that I’m going to make things very hot for you, if you know what I mean!”

Their eyes met. “Yes, ma’am,” Mark managed to say. “I guess… I guess I 
know what you mean!” His cheeks became quite colored and he avoided her 
eyes.

“Very well,” Beth said, once again speaking with restraint. She took out 
a piece of paper and quickly wrote down her address. “Here, this is where I
live. Be there at seven o’clock!”

Seven o’clock found Beth Dietrich in a highly expectant frame of mind. In
her six years of teaching, the brunette teacher had never physically 
punished a male student before. Although her inexperience caused her some 
apprehension she was looking forward to the occasion. It would be wonderful
to work off some of the resentment she felt toward the men, both for 
passing her up in the matrimonial sweepstakes and also for the subordinate 
role they forced on women in general.

She had not given a whole lot of thought as to just exactly how she would
proceed. However, she had taken the precaution of buying an old-fashioned 
wooden hairbrush that was quite large and oval shaped, and had placed it in
a prominent position on her coffee table. In addition, she had cut herself 
a limber switch about three feet in length and had tested it for 
flexibility. She was still attired in what she had worn to school that day,
which consisted of short sleeved white blouse, fashionably short and flared
green skirt, sheer cinnamon-shaded nylon stockings and double strap black 
high heeled sandals.

When she saw Mark’s car pulling up outside, Beth smiled with satisfaction
and equipped herself with the flexible switch. The thought that she was 
going to use implements of punishment like that on a member of the opposite
sex gave her a warmly satisfied feeling. Mark’s knock on the door was quite
timid and quite uncharacteristic for such an athletic young man.

Let him wait, Beth told herself. It was almost five minutes before she 
strolled to the door with switch in hand.

“Oh, I was beginning to think that there had been some mistake!” Mark 
impulsively blurted. When he caught sight of the limber switch in the 
severe young schoolteacher’s hand, the husky teenager gulped noticeably and
looked quite uncomfortable.

“You’re the one who’s made the mistake, I’m afraid,” Beth told him in a 
severe voice. Although she felt slightly nervous, the spinster teacher 
instantly realized that she was going to thoroughly enjoy having that young
man at her mercy. “Come in! And close the door.”

As Mark uneasily stepped inside and closed the door, Beth stood back a 
few feet away and cast an absolutely freezing glance at him. Obviously 
worried and unable to meet her icy glares, the young man apprehensively 
looked around the room. Watching him carefully, Beth smiled inwardly as she
detected the instant look of fear and concern that came over his face when 
he saw the hard backed hairbrush lying on the coffee table.

“Miss Dietrich, I… ” Mark began, his eyes meeting hers only briefly. “I… 
I want to apologize… ”

“Apologies are insufficient for what you did, and you know it,” Beth told
him in a steady but clearly irate voice. “Punishment is what you need, and 
punishment is what you’re going to get!! Otherwise, that note will be 
turned over to the principal and the school board, and that athletic 
scholarship of yours will go down the drain. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mark mumbled miserably.

Bending her switch in both hands to demonstrate its flexibility to the 
already concerned youth, Beth could see that he was genuinely alarmed and 
found herself relishing the power she held over him. This was one high and 
mighty male she was really going to humiliate! “I’m in charge here this 
evening, Mark!” the brunette teacher told the anxious young man in an 
obviously self-satisfied voice. “And to show that you recognize my 
authority, you’re going to get down on your knees and kiss my feet!!”

Mark gulped and stared at her in disbelief.

“W-what?” he stammered, obviously flabbergasted by the humiliating order 
from the severe schoolteacher.

“You heard me, Mark! Quit stalling!” Beth spoke quite irritably and waved
the switch in a menacing movement.

Looking shamefaced and alarmed, the young slowly sunk to a kneeling 
position before the switch-wielding teacher. Despite his embarrassment, the
boy found himself enjoying the close-up view of Beth’s full and smoothly 
curvaceous legs, prettily displayed in her short green skirt, sheer nylon 
hose and trim black sandals that left most of her dainty stocking feet on 
view.

“Go on!” Beth demanded, brandishing the switch as the embarrassed young 
man hesitated.

Mark capitulated to the humiliating order easier than she had 
anticipated. Leaning forward toward her right foot, he placed a kiss on her
nylon-clad foot between the double straps of her sandal. Turning to the 
other foot, he kissed it in the same place once and then again. And then 
again, somewhat to Beth’s surprise.

“Now go over to that corner,” she told him, motioning for him to get up. 
“And do exactly what I tell you, or I’ll make it even hotter for you!”

With Beth flicking the switch lightly against his trousers, the 
embarrassed young man retreated to the corner where he stood with his face 
to the wall like a naughty child. Beth could not suppress a smile at the 
juvenile humiliation she was inflicting on him, and felt pleasantly 
exhilarated by what had already happened.

“Now drop your trousers!” Beth ordered, standing behind him with a 
supervisory attitude about her.

“W-what?” Mark was clearly astonished by the humiliating command.

“You heard me!” Beth replied, slashing at his trousers legs with the 
switch. “Get them down!”

Flinching from the effects of the switch and embarrassed beyond 
description, Mark undid his trousers and let them slide down his legs. Beth
smiled as white shorts and strong masculine legs came into view. She poked 
the tip of the switch against the backs of the red-faced young man’s 
underpants.

“Get these down too, sonny boy!” the youthful teacher demanded in a voice
that told him how much she was going to enjoy his complete humiliation.

“Oh, no!” Mark protested, turning his head around in an effort to address
her. “Please. That’s too…

Slash! The limber switch crackled as it smacked against the backs of the 
young man’s bare thighs.

“Ow!” Mark cried out, grimacing from the biting pain that was more 
intense than he had expected.

“You’re going to get this switch until you get them down!” Beth warned, 
once again slashing the backs of his legs with the whippy instrument.

“Oww! Okay, okay!” Mark hastily gave in. Blushing furiously, the young 
man hastily dropped his shorts.

Watching closely, Beth licked her lips with pleasant anticipation. “Now 
get that shirt-tail rolled up well out of the way!” the severe teacher 
demanded. As she spoke, Beth placed the switch against the young man’s bare
buttocks. “Because that’s the spot that’s going to get hairbrush spanked, 
mister,” she told him in a self-satisfied voice. “And I want it completely 
bare!”

Mark miserably complied with the order, and stood in shame in the corner 
naked from waist to below his knees.

“You should just see yourself!” Beth told him contemptuously. “Now just 
stand with your face to the wall and think about that hot spanking you’ve 
got coming!”

Intrigued by the sight of so much healthy masculine flesh and the young 
man’s obviously deep humiliation, the twenty-eight-year-old spinster 
schoolteacher was becoming intoxicated by the power she was wielding over 
him. She had been planning to make him bend over a chair for the spanking, 
but an even more interesting idea occurred to her. Despite his size, why 
not make him lie face down over her lap like a child?

Surely, that would be the ultimate humiliation for a young man of his age
and size!

And as she slowly backed over to the couch to seat herself, another idea 
occurred to her. Why not torment Mark all the more by sexually stimulating 
him while denying him release? It would serve him right! And it shouldn’t 
be too difficult since his obscene note to her was, among other things, a 
confession that he found her attractive. Moreover, and Beth got a little 
giddy at the thought, it would serve as something of an education for her. 
For although she was twenty-eight, the brunette teacher was virginal and 
really quite innocent as far as sexual matters were concerned.

Beth crossed her shapely legs with a wide arc and made no attempt to 
adjust her short green skirt. Her dark stocking tops, garters and milk 
white bare thighs could easily be seen. The normally modest woman felt 
quite justified in tormenting the young man with the feminine charms that 
were not his to enjoy. In her opinion it was a highly fitting punishment 
for the author of an obscene note.

It didn’t take Beth long to note that Mark had noticed her apparently 
careless display of feminine pulchritude.

The shapely but sadistic teacher found herself thoroughly enjoying his 
torment. With her inexperience, however, Beth did not fully appreciate the 
blinding effect that the sight of tautly pulled stocking tops and bare 
thighs can have on the male. As a result it was only a few moments before 
young Mark Reed, healthily virile despite the juvenile humiliation of 
having to stand bare bottomed in the corner before his discipline-minded 
teacher, found himself with a powerful, furiously pounding erection!!

Although she tried to prolong the pleasurable expectation all the longer,
Beth could not resist the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to spank a 
physically adult male. Uncrossing her shapely legs, she reached for the 
solid hairbrush on the coffee table. The attractive woman made no attempt 
to adjust her pleated green skirt, which had ridden back to reveal both of 
the heavier bands of her brown stockings, the metal clips of her garter 
belt and a tiny glimpse of white thigh.

“All right, Mark, come over here and get across my lap!” Beth ordered in 
a commanding voice.

The young man had already made up his mind how he was going to handle the
situation.

Although embarrassed by his erection, he was perversely proud of it. It 
would show that old maid schoolteacher just what she was missing! Hobbled 
by his lowered trousers and shorts, the young man slowly turned around and 
began making his way over to the couch.

“Oh!” Beth gasped and clasped one hand over her mouth at the sight of the
young man’s impudently erect penis, a solid seven inches of raw, red meat 
capped by a purplish-hued, plum-shaped glans of imposing dimensions! Never 
having faced the reality of a fully mobilized masculine weapon, the 
virginal woman felt a deep, searing shock sweep over her entire body and 
for a moment she felt an insane desire to instantly cast aside her well 
preserved chastity. Her eyes opened like saucers and she blushed a vivid 
shade of magenta clear to her brunette roots.

“Get over my knee!” Beth finally hissed, struggling to control her 
feelings and conveniently forgetting that she had provoked the masculine 
arousal that she now viewed with feelings of fascination and horror. “Why, 
the very idea!” she added, nevertheless staring intently at the elongated 
masculine harpoon and the two dangling red balls below it. Despite her 
conscious revulsion, she could feel small anticipatory spasms inside her 
vagina walls that were preliminary warnings of desires that were longing to
be unleashed.

Embarrassed, but secretly rather pleased with the way he had shocked the 
matronly spinster, Mark stretched out face down over her shapely, 
nylon-clad lap. Both of them were quite aware of his rigid, blood engorged 
penis scraping against the cobwebby stockings that covered her full, 
tapering thighs.

“Young man, you’re really going to get it!” Beth spoke, her voice filled 
with outrage. “First you write me an obscene note and then you… Oh, are you
going to get it!”

Squirming in anxious expectation of the chastisement to come, Mark 
uneasily watched over his shoulder as the shapely teacher firmed up her 
grip on the hairbrush and lifted her arm. SMACK! The first hairbrush spank 
landed low and squarely across Mark’s bare bottom.

“Oww!” the young man gasped, thoroughly surprised that a hairbrush swung 
by a woman could sting that much.

“Hold still and get your hand out of the way!” Beth bossily demanded. 
“You’re really going to get it!”

Smack! Splat! Whack! Feeling self-righteous and fully justified, the 
brunette spinster teacher went to work with the solid wood hairbrush. 
Although she had been somewhat apprehensive at first about her ability to 
administer discipline that caused physical pain, after only a few spanks 
she felt confident and exhilarated about the task. It was going to be a 
real pleasure to set that impudent young man on fire!

“Uhhhh! Uhhhh!” After his initial reaction, Mark was determined to show 
no reaction to the discipline his bare buttocks were receiving. But the 
solid hairbrush sent waves of burning pain racing through his loins, and 
the squirming young man soon found himself grimacing, clenching his teeth 
and gasping for breath. At the same time, he found himself intensely 
aroused by the shapely woman who was spanking him and was thoroughly aware 
of all of her attributes, especially those magnificent thighs against which
his throbbing prick was tightly pressed.

Whack! Splat! Smack! As her masculine victim’s bare buttocks quickly 
began reddening from the effects of the hairbrush she was applying with so 
much gusto, Beth found herself intensely enjoying her new role of 
disciplinarian. There was no reason to sympathize with him because he 
really had it coming! Or so Beth told herself.

“Owwww! Owwwwww!” Mark groaned between tightly clenched teeth. The 
teenager was thoroughly dismayed by the havoc that a hairbrush wielded by a
woman could wreak on his unprotected bottom, and he knew that he couldn’t 
stand much more of it without breaking down and losing what was left of his
dignity.

His entire posterior felt unbelievably hot and each new spank with the 
hard brush proved even more painful than its predecessor. Despite the pain 
and humiliation he was enduring, or perhaps because of it, he felt even 
more abused by the appealing young woman who was punishing him in such an 
unconventional manner.

“Your bottom is getting red, young man!” Beth spoke in a highly satisfied
voice, pausing only momentarily to make the announcement.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Intrigued by the scarlet color that was spreading 
across the boy’s posterior, the brunette teacher continued spanking 
unmercifully. Her short green skirt had worked up over the tops of her 
sheer nylon stockings, and she was ever so aware of that pounding slab of 
hot masculine meat scraping against her. Despite her efforts at 
self-control the inexperienced spinster found herself becoming sexually 
stimulated by the experience. At first, however, the idea that she would in
effect be robbing the cradle and would be giving in to the young man who 
had written such an obscene message to her was sufficient to deter the 
conventionally minded woman.

“Ouch! Ow!! Ouch!” Mark involuntarily cried out. The young man’s buttocks
were burning with the fires of damnation, and he knew he couldn’t hold out 
if the spanking continued a moment longer. Smack! Whack!

“Ouch! OWWW! OWWWW! Oooooh!” His masculine pride dissolving, the boy 
broke down into humiliating tears and began crying like a small child.

Mark’s tears were a source of great satisfaction to Beth Dietrich. It 
served him right! Look at that high and mighty male crying like a kid! 
Instead of relaxing or taking it easy, the vindictive spinster spanked even
harder! The sound of the hairbrush smacking and crackling against bare 
masculine flesh was completely drowned out by Mark’s anguished cries.

“Ouch! Please, stop! Please! Oh, please!” The sobbing teenager had no 
choice but to plead for mercy.

“Ouch! Owww! I’m sorry I wrote that note! Ouch! Stop!”

“You deserve it!” Beth told him. “The very idea of writing a note like 
that to me!” she added, as if she enjoyed a certain exempt status.

“I know. I admit it!” Mark was at the stage where he would say anything 
to avoid further chastisement.

“Please, it hurts! You don’t realize how much! Please!”

The sound of masculine cries of pain combined with the sight of crimson, 
flaming buttocks and the feel of surging male hardness against her thighs 
was having a peculiarly stimulating effect on the twenty-eight-year-old 
spinster schoolteacher. Thoroughly fascinated by the unique opportunity to 
punish a fully developed male schoolboy-style, Beth tried to ignore and 
suppress her feelings at first. But the sexually frustrated, inexperienced 
woman found herself gradually losing her inhibitions and knew that she 
could not be completely satisfied simply by punishing him.

“Ouch! Oh, my God! Owwww! Please! Oh, my God, it hurts!” Mark pleaded 
between sobs and cries of pain.

His face contorted with pain, the hapless young man squirmed miserably 
across his attractive spanker’s lap.

Beth finally stopped. “I’m not through with you yet, young man!” she 
instantly warned him. “Now I want you to go back to the corner where you 
were, and then take off all of your clothes! Now do as I say and don’t ask 
any questions!”

Beth did not bother to pull down her green skirt as the sobbing young man
struggled to his feet. She sat with tautly drawn dark stocking tops, white 
garter belt suspenders and creamy bare thighs provocatively displayed. And 
before making his retreat to the corner Mark, despite all of his anguish 
and humiliation, paused to cast a deeply longing look at the voluptuous lap
which had been his bed of masochistic torment.

Then, stumbling and nearly tripping over his lowered garments, he retired
to the corner and complied with her instructions to disrobe entirely.

Beth watched him with fascination and satisfaction. The sight of a well 
built, completely naked young man standing in disgrace in the corner, his 
buttocks a deep scarlet and blistering from the almost brutal spanking she 
had administered left the sadistic teacher feeling highly aroused. She 
could not entirely refrain from rubbing the front of her green skirt with 
auto-erotic movements. Her entire body felt warm and itchy and her taut 
breasts were quite uncomfortable in the confines of her brassiere.

Sniffling and expecting more bizarre mistreatment from the woman who had 
already hurt and humiliated him beyond description, Mark stood miserably in
the corner. But to his surprise, nothing happened for several minutes. And 
when he cautiously peeked back of his shoulder, the young man could not 
believe the sight that greeted his eyes!

CHAPTER TWO

Slipping out of her black sandals, Beth stood up and slowly began 
unbuttoning her white blouse down the front. Her eyes glazed and fixed on 
the naked young male in the corner, the brunette schoolteacher was 
proceeding mechanically, as if she had no choice in the matter. The blouse 
came open and revealed a well filled white brassiere that molded and shaped
her full breasts into two steep points and stood out vividly against her 
pink flesh.

“Keep your face to the wall, young man!” Beth ordered when she noticed 
that her pupil was staring over his shoulder at her. She was tempted to 
blindfold him, but decided otherwise, although the idea of having a lusty 
young male seeing her most intimate areas made her blush hotly.

Mark obeyed the order but could not resist the temptation to glance back 
over the other shoulder. As he did so, he watched Beth unfasten her green 
skirt and remove it, revealing an attractive pair of white nylon panties 
that swelled with the feminine fullness of her lush buttocks. Attired only 
in brassiere, panties, garter belt and cinnamon-shaded nylon stockings, the
shapely teacher was even more voluptuous than he had imagined. His supple 
young cock rigid and pounding with masculine lust, he could barely stand 
the submissive role she was imposing on him and had it not been for his 
youth and inexperience, he would immediately have assumed an aggressive 
role.

“Don’t sully me with your eyes, Mark!” Beth instructed, although she knew
full well that the young man could not resist the temptations to which he 
was being exposed.

Mark pretended to look away but instead watched with growing excitement 
as the attractive teacher reached behind her back with both hands to undo 
her brassiere. The supportive garment came loose and Mark’s eyes widened as
Beth’s lusciously full, scarlet dipped breasts tumbled from the satiny 
cups. Joyfully escaping from the tight confinement, the two buxom, fully 
rounded mounds jounced seductively before the young teenager’s tormented 
eyes.

Beth was about to remove her stockings but decided that would delay the 
proceedings too much. Instead, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of
her nylon panties and pulled them below her hips. Mark stared avidly as the
rich harvest of luxuriant brunette hair came into view, and watched 
intently as the comely teacher quickly stepped out of her wispy panties. 
Naked except for her garter belt, nylon stockings and horn-rimmed glasses, 
Beth picked up the switch she had discarded earlier and brandished it in 
the air.

“Now get down on your hands and knees, young man!” Beth demanded. “And 
crawl over here!”

Mark wanted to protest but thought better of it. Dropping to his hands 
and knees, he began crawling toward the older woman with a mixture of fear 
and fascination clearly visible on his youthful face. Standing with her 
stocking feet well apart and brandishing the switch in a threatening 
manner, the young teacher found herself thoroughly relishing her dominant 
role. What a pleasure it was to have a young man crawling to her in utter 
servility!

Approaching her, Mark could not resist feasting his eyes on the alluring 
combination of pendulous breasts, lushly brunette bush that did not fully 
camouflage an inviting coral groove, and full, shapely legs enhanced by 
sheer nylon stockings. At the same time, the menacing switch made him 
cringe fearfully, particularly since the fire that was still raging in his 
buttocks warned him that she was quite capable of inflicting pain. He 
crawled as close to her as he dared and stopped, enjoying the close up view
of her glittering feminine gash.

“To shame you, young man, I’m going to make you put your face in there 
and eat it!” Beth told him severely, although she herself was a little 
surprised to hear herself issuing such a degrading order.

Mark’s mouth opened in surprise, but the kneeling youth said nothing. If 
the old maid schoolteacher were under the illusion that she was punishing 
him by making him do that, he was not about to educate her!

“Go on!” Beth demanded, flicking his bare back with the switch in a 
threatening manner.

Wincing from the effects of the switch, Mark slowly moved forward to the 
inviting brunette- bush. Fleecy brunette hairs brushed against his face and
pungent feminine aromas assailed his nostrils. Pressing forward, the eager 
teenager brought his lips into contact with the petulant coral folds, and 
quickly extended his tongue with a servile swipe.

“Mmmmm!” Feeling a masculine tongue in contact with her vulva for the 
very first time in her life, Beth shuddered with sexual pleasure while at 
the same time finding herself quite astonished by the young man’s 
cooperation. A small voice told her that she shouldn’t participate in 
anything so debauched, but the brunette spinster quickly rationalized that 
she had a perfect right to discipline the youthful offender in that fashion
in view of the particular offense he had committed.

“Go on and eat it! You’re a filthy boy and should be punished in a filthy
manner!” Beth told him.

Although not given permission to do so, Mark cupped his hands around the 
shapely teacher’s satiny, exquisitely soft buttocks and lewdly embraced her
delectable pussy. With his face plastered against the rich undergrowth, the
boy sliced his extended tongue lasciviously between the plump, juicy folds.
A lush waterfall of warm feminine syrup suddenly engulfed his face and 
trickled into his mouth.

“Ooooh!” Beth gasped with a mixture of horror and fascination at the lewd
embrace. Keenly aware of the feminine dew that was thoroughly smearing the 
young man’s face, the spinster schoolteacher could hardly believe that he 
would voluntarily caress her in such a wanton, degrading fashion. Her 
entire body stiffened and the totally inexperienced woman caught her breath
and held it as she found herself enjoying the thrill of an impudent 
masculine tongue flicking up and down in her vulvar groove.

His roaming hands molding and caressing Beth’s downy soft bottom cheeks, 
Mark eagerly tasted the honeyed fruits of her feminine temple. Although he 
had often fantasized about the attractive teacher, in his wildest 
imagination he had never dreamed that she would ever permit him the 
slightest intimacy. And now he was actually eating her pussy and she was 
loving it, too! There was no doubt about it. His servile tongue was 
awakening desires in her that had been long suppressed and even 
nonexistent.

“You naughty boy! You naughty boy!” Beth murmured, a catch in her voice. 
“How can you debase yourself like that? How can you?”

Although shocked to her very depths by the wanton caresses, the maidenly 
schoolteacher was fully aware of the raw sensations of physical pleasure 
she was experiencing for the first time.

Her breasts were taut with feminine erectness and her bright nipples were
tingling in an incredibly sensitive fashion that demanded fulfillment. Hot 
gushes of feminine dew were constantly bubbling up from their secret 
source, filling her slit and thoroughly bathing her youthful worshipper. 
Her tiny clitoris was humming like a high tension line, and each time the 
young man’s roaming tongue came into contact with it her entire body 
shuddered convulsively.

“Here, stop!” she finally told him, drawing back with obvious agitation. 
“I almost forgot I was punishing you!”

Still on his knees and wiping the feminine juice from his face with the 
back of his hand, Mark watched curiously as the clearly overwrought woman 
placed a chair along one side of the sideless couch.

“Now, lie down on the couch with your head on this chair!” Beth 
instructed, waving the switch in a menacing fashion.

“What are you going to do?” Mark asked curiously as he started to get 
into position.

“Don’t ask questions!” Beth ordered, flicking his bare leg with the 
switch.

Mark stretched out supine on the couch with his head extended on to the 
chair. As Beth moved over to him and turned her back to him, Mark suddenly 
realized what she intended to do. She was going to sit on his face!

“Hey, no, I won’t be able to breathe!” Mark cried out in protest. A look 
of alarm on his face, the young man could barely refrain from resisting the
bizarre assault with which he was threatened.

Beth spread her legs and, looking over her shoulder at her squirming 
victim, slowly began lowering herself on her human target. The maidenly 
schoolteacher had never dreamed of doing such a thing in her life, and the 
kinky idea had occurred to her in a flash of inspiration. She could sense 
Mark’s fear and concern as he looked upward at the full length of her 
lushly carpeted groove and spacious, womanly buttocks, and truly relished 
her domination over him.

“I won’t be able to breathe!” Mark protested as her feminine charms began
to envelop his face.

A moment later his face was completely buried under Beth Dietrich’s 
plump, satiny buttocks! His mouth and nose were squashed tightly against 
her drooling coral groove, and wet feminine hair and flesh completely 
covered his face. Breathing was almost impossible and repetitive gushes of 
feminine dew made him feel as if he were both smothering and drowning!

“Mmmmmmm!” Mark tried to protest but could say nothing intelligible.

The young man’s efforts to turn his head and seek relief only served to 
make the experience more exciting for Beth. The brunette teacher was 
thoroughly enjoying the bizarre loveseat she had fashioned, and did not 
hesitate to let her weight rest entirely upon the squirming teenager’s 
face. It was just the position for a young rascal who wrote obscene notes 
to his teacher!

“Go ahead and eat me, slave!” Beth demanded in a self-satisfied voice, 
grinding her hips around as she spoke. She had never felt so dominant, nor 
had she ever realized that it would be so exciting to dominate and degrade 
a member of the opposite sex.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmmmm!” Mark tried to tell her that it was impossible for him 
to do much for her in that position. He stuck his tongue between her vulvar
lips, but the quantity of feminine soup that inundated him left him 
gurgling and struggling to keep from drowning. The pungent, smothering 
atmosphere left his lungs aching for air, and he was convinced that he was 
simply going to pass out. At the last instant, however, Beth raised herself
a couple of inches, and the uncomfortable boy quickly sucked in as much air
as he could.

“Please, teach’, I want to eat you but… ugh… ” The rest of Mark’s 
sentence was lost to eternity as Beth once again sat right down on his face
with a deliberate plop! Thoroughly enjoying her dominant position, Beth 
began grinding and squirming her shapely derriere around all over his face,
gradually and deliberately mashing him completely under her feminine 
charms. Although it was impossible to accomplish much, Mark breathlessly 
strove to service both her pink pussy and tiny bottomhole with his tongue.

“I feel like a queen on a throne!” Beth spoke in a pleased voice. 
Glancing back over her shoulder, she noted the young man’s full arousal as 
his tongue washed her feminine orifices.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmmmm!” Mark continually tried to tell her how impossible his 
assignment was, but buried under the avalanche of feminine pulchritude he 
couldn’t get the words out. Once again his lungs began to ache and he found
himself swimming upstream in a swirling current of feminine joy juices.

Realizing that her squirming victim could stand only so much of that 
bizarre mistreatment, Beth once again lifted her royal bottom a few inches 
from its human throne.

“Please, teach, I want to eat you but I can’t in this position!” Mark 
blurted out.

“You obviously need more practice!” Beth said as she finally stood up.

Mark’s face was beet red and was sopping wet with feminine honey as he 
stared up at the dominant teacher who stood looking down haughtily at him. 
In his wildest imagination, he had never dreamed that she would have been 
capable of doing something like that to him!

“Get up!” Beth demanded, brandishing her switch in a threatening manner.

As Mark arose from the couch, Beth quickly seated herself in his stead. 
Spreading her stocking-clad legs wide apart, she leaned back and lifted her
feet until her heels were resting on top of the couch. Mark licked his lips
as he gazed at the lewd display of glittering pink girl meat surrounded by 
wet, tangled brunette hairs.

“Well, go on! What are you waiting for?” Beth asked in a petulant voice.

Without further ado, the young man dropped to a kneeling position at her 
feet. Beth watched as he employed both hands to separate her vulvar folds 
with his fingertips. The two coral petals came open like a flower, and the 
highly aroused teenager found himself staring at a wide expanse of 
delicious feminine meat.

As inquisitive as a doctor, the young man stared avidly at the exquisite 
display of femininity.

Beth did not have to tell him to proceed. The excited youth dived into 
the wet, limpid pool and instantly set to work with powerful, virile 
thrusts of his tongue. The sudden assault caught the maidenly teacher 
somewhat by surprise, and her hands grasped possessively at his head as she
caught her breath. Without thinking about what she was doing, she draped 
her stockinged legs over his shoulders and allowed them to dangle down his 
back.

“Ooooooh!” Beth emitted a long, ecstatic gasp and leaned back to enjoy 
being thoroughly eaten by her young pupil.

Although inexperienced, Mark made up for it with his enthusiasm. Holding 
the two outer folds of her pussy open as far as he could, he ran his tongue
up and down the watery pink interior with rapid, serpentine thrusts. He 
could feel the tremors and gasps that told him that his efforts were 
producing results. Beth’s gorgeous thighs squeezed against his head in a 
lewd embrace, and her pelvis back jerking back and forth with coital 
movements.

“Oooh! Oooooh! Yes, that’s the way! Eat me, slave!” Beth spoke in a 
dreamy, rapturous voice. “Ooooooh!

Yes, just like that! Oooooh!”

Mark’s probing tongue stabbed against her ultrasensitive clitoris and 
poked into her vaginal orifice, producing spasms of intense pleasure and 
hot gushes of feminine fluid. Beth’s entire body became hot and flushed, 
and the maidenly schoolteacher found herself reaching heights of sexual 
arousal that she had never experienced before. Her breasts were so taut 
they actually hurt and her nipples were stiffly erect, like miniature 
penises. Her magic button – and indeed her entire vaginal area – itched 
furiously and felt as if a hot bonfire were burning in it.

“Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, my goodness!” Beth’s breathing was becoming more 
labored and she was panting with loud, passionate gasps. “Ooooh! Oooooh! 
Ahhhhh! Oh, it’s… Ooooh! Ahhhhhh!!”

Her powers of reasoning clouded by the emotional frenzy of sexual 
ecstasy, the brunette schoolteacher was beginning to think the unthinkable.
The notion of having sexual intercourse with that vile young man who had 
written that obscene note to her, an unspeakably repugnant idea only 
minutes ago, was beginning to seem not only desirable but absolutely 
necessary! Her physically tormented, hungry female body was screaming for 
total fulfillment and Mark’s tongue, while incredibly pleasant and 
stimulating, simply wasn’t big enough to meet her needs of the moment. But 
there was his prick, whose dimensions and virility Beth had tried so hard 
to ignore!

I can’t help it! I can’t help it! Beth told herself in anguish. I simply 
have to have it! I simply have to have that big prick in me! He’ll probably
make me beg after all I’ve done to him! It’ll be humiliating but I’II have 
to do it!

Oh, my God, what if he refuses? What if he just laughs at me?

“Mark! Mark!” Beth heard herself speaking in a hoarse, highly agitated 
voice. “Fuck me, please! Please! I have to have it!”

As the young man drew back, Beth stretched out supine on the couch with 
her stockinged legs thrown wide open in wanton invitation.

“Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Beth begged, a little dismayed that 
she was capable of speaking so obscenely. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

After enduring so much abuse from the sadistic teacher, Mark was clearly 
taken back by her sudden change of attitude. Had he been more experienced 
or more capable of self-denial, he might have rejected her or at least 
tormented her by making her beg. But such thoughts did not occur to a 
virile and horny teenager whose swollen, pounding cock was aching for 
release.

“Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me, Mark!” Beth urgently repeated, her pelvis 
squirming with anticipatory movements.

“So you wanna’ get fucked, huh, teach?” Mark asked, wiping his wetly 
smeared face with the back of his hand.

“Yes! Yes! Don’t make me beg for it!” Beth pleaded, a frantic look on her
contorted face.

“You’re gonna’ get fucked all right!” Mark told her, staring greedily at 
her ripe, taut breasts, sopping wet pussy and shapely, stocking-clad legs. 
“You’re gonna’ get the fucking of your life!”

Trembling with fear and anticipation at the imminent loss of her precious
virginity, Beth heard his crude words with a sense of grateful relief. 
Finally in command of the situation, Mark moved into a kneeling position 
between the comely teacher’s outspread legs and leaned forward over her on 
his forearms.

With a hard, muscular masculine body resting on top of her for the very 
first time in her life, Beth found herself being totally swept away with 
sexual passion. Although she wasn’t sure what to do, she slipped one hand 
under him and grasped his rock hard but incredibly sleek masculine spear to
escort it between the heavenly gates.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Beth gasped. “Go ahead! Go ahead! I don’t want to be a 
virgin any more!”

Guided by the excited teacher’s soft hand, Mark’s blood-gorged, hotly 
pulsating cock slid between the plump, juicy outer lips of her vulva. Both 
of them were instantly and most keenly aware of bare masculine and feminine
meat coming into contact for the first time. Resting astride his attractive
partner in lust, Mark pressed forward until the tip of his throbbing muscle
was pressing against the older woman’s hymen.

“Ooooh!” Beth shuddered in anticipation of the loss of her maidenhood. 
Her stockinged legs were hooked around the young man’s bare legs, while her
arms were thrown about his back in a warm embrace.

On the verge of a conquest he had thought impossible, Mark paused for a 
tantalizing moment and then rammed forward victoriously. His rock hard 
shaft shredded the yielding feminine membrane with a ripping sensation that
both of them were aware of, and shot forward in triumph to expand the 
narrow pink tunnel to its full dimensions.

“Oww!” Beth cried out in pain at the tearing of her cherry. The comely 
teacher’s body jerked convulsively and she clung to her youthful conqueror 
with all four limbs. But the pain of her defloration began to ebb almost 
immediately, and the brunette instructress began to enjoy the welcome 
presence of a hard, hot cock in her man-hungry vagina.

“Oh, Mark, it feels wonderful! Wonderful!” Beth exclaimed in a dreamy 
voice. “So big and hard! So hard! So hard! And big!”

“You need a good hard fucking, teach! That’s what you need!” Mark told 
her. He was speaking matter-of-factly and without hostility.

“Yes! Yes!” Beth agreed. “I’m just an old maid schoolteacher who needs to
be… to be fucked!”

Resting atop the older woman’s warmly yielding body, Mark began pumping 
with deliberately restrained strokes.

“Oooh! Oooooh!” The strange pumping motions she was experiencing for the 
first time in her life were a delicious surprise for the inexperienced 
woman, who instinctively began responding with thrusts of her buxom hips. 
“Oooh! Ooooooh! It feels so good! Oh, my! I can’t believe… Oh, Mark, it’s 
wonderful! Your prick feels so good in me!”

“That’s the way to shake your ass, teach!” Mark told her as he continued 
gliding back and forth on top of her.

With Beth eagerly throwing her hips around in various directions under 
him, the husky teenager slowly built up the tempo. Dismayed and delighted 
by the exquisitely pleasurable sensations produced by a hard prick plunging
back and forth in her sex-starved vagina, the shapely teacher began 
reacting with progressively more passionate responses. With each forward 
thrust she threw her hips up to meet him, allowing him to force her body 
down against the couch. At the same time, her clutching fingers worked 
their way down his back and cupped around his hotly blistered buttocks, 
where her long fingernails began serving as spurs to incite him all the 
more.

“Harder! Fuck me harder!” Beth pleaded in a hoarse voice although she was
almost too breathless to speak.

“Harder! Fuck me harder… Harder!”

Spurred not only by the discomfort caused by Beth’s clawing fingernails 
but also by the revived memories of all the indignities she had heaped on 
him, Mark required no incentive to comply with her urgent requests.

Determined to hold himself back as long as possible, Mark began stroking 
with truly punishing strokes that slammed his entire weight down upon her 
with each forward thrust. Breathless and gasping, the two of them struggled
in erotic combat with their bodies tightly glued together.

“Harder! Oooh! Oooooh! Harder! Oh, my! Owww! Ohh!” Beth found herself in 
a growing sexual delirium. Her entire body was hot and glowing with tingly 
sensations of pure delight, and her incredibly wet pussy felt like a 
steaming jungle. Her taut nipples were scraping against the young man’s 
hairy chest, furnishing both of them with deliciously raw sensations of 
pleasure. Knowing that she was deliberately hurting her masculine 
assailant, Beth dug her fingernails deeply into his sensitive hips to spur 
him on all the more.

“Harder! Punish me! Use your prick to punish me!” Beth breathlessly 
begged, although she was too aroused to really know what she was saying. 
“Ooooh! Hurt me! Hurt me!”

“Ow! God damn it, you’re gonna get it!” Mark almost yelled at the 
struggling woman beneath him as her fingernails viciously sliced into his 
throbbing buttocks.

Drawing back until just the tip of his blood-filled, aching prick was 
inside the older woman’s vagina, the young man slammed forward with 
everything and then some. The powerful thrust crushed her soft feminine 
body under him and he could almost feel the air being expelled from her 
lungs. His surging penis drove all the way to her cervix and he could feel 
the walls of her deliciously wet cunt grabbing and snapping at him with 
spasmodic convulsions. Drawing back he repeated the punishing stroke, and 
began repeating it again and again.

“Oooh! Oooooh! Ooooooh! I’m cummmm… ” Crushed under the brutal thrusts 
and breathing with loud, passionate gasps, the maidenly schoolteacher knew 
that she had been totally conquered by the rampaging teenager astride her. 
Struggling to hold on to his wildly charging body, Beth felt herself 
succumbing to the bliss of total sexual fulfillment. Wave after wave of 
sexual rapture began sweeping over her body with cyclonic effect, and the 
totally sex-starved, man-hungry spinster schoolteacher ran up the white 
flag of complete sexual surrender. “Ooooooohhh!” Her orgasmic gasp was 
prolonged and totally ecstatic, and a perceptive listener might have 
detected an underlying tone of self-reproach for so many years of virginal 
respectability.

“Ahhhhhh!” Totally victorious, Mark slammed forward with all his might 
and exploded like a cannon.

Crushing his ecstatic partner beneath him, he began spraying his hot, 
viscous masculine cream into her vagina with the force of a fire hose. 
Caught in the throes of total orgasmic delirium, Beth was nevertheless 
ecstatically aware of the hot gushes that proclaimed the end of her 
virginity.

Neither was in any hurry to disengage and it was several minutes before 
sanity began to return to the breathless pair.

“You can fuck me any time you want, Mark!” Beth told the teenage stud. 
“But you must always let me spank you first! Hard! With the hairbrush!”

Mark looked hesitant for a moment. “Well, I guess a spanking isn’t too 
high a price to pay for a piece of ass like that!” the youth remarked with 
a laugh.

CHAPTER THREE

The episode with young Mark Reed was a revelation to Beth Dietrich. The 
spinster schoolteacher simply relished the idea of disciplining and 
dominating a member of the opposite sex, humiliating him and causing him 
physical anguish as a prelude to exciting and tumultuous bed sex. In the 
weeks that followed she sought out similar affairs with various pupils, and
repeat affairs with Mark and others. With her general physical 
attractiveness, it was not difficult for her to persuade a young man that 
her sexual favors could be well worth the humiliation and pain that she 
imposed first, before fucking.

Under the circumstances it was not surprising that in time word began to 
get around about the attractive teacher who was willing to put out for any 
boy who was brave enough to endure a severe initiatory spanking.

Among those who began to hear the various rumors, some of them rather 
bizarre, was Horace Crandall, the school’s vice principal in charge of 
disciplinary matters. The information about Miss Dietrich’s activities 
interested the forty-two-year-old educator in various ways.

In the first place, as a professional educator he was strongly opposed to
sexual affairs between teachers and highly impressionable pupils. But that 
was not really relevant and was something of a veneer for his true 
interests in the matter. For Mr. Crandall’s private tastes were most 
inventive and included a lingering interest in discipline for young ladies 
that went back many years to the time he had accidentally seen his engaged 
older sister bare bottom spanked by their mother just a few days prior to 
her wedding. He could still vividly recall that intoxicating sight of 
reddening feminine buttocks, prettily kicking legs attired in silk hose and
high heels, and heartbroken female tears and squeals.

Thus, Horace Crandall found the attractive young teacher’s promiscuity a 
unique opportunity. He assembled his evidence carefully so as to have an 
airtight case when he confronted Miss Dietrich with the indictment he was 
preparing. Finally, one spring afternoon the discipline-minded educator 
decided that it was time to make his move.

Beth Dietrich had no inkling of what was ahead when she was asked to see 
Mr. Crandall privately in his office. The bespectacled teacher was in fact 
rather mystified by the request. His face a complete mask, Horace Crandall 
was quite polite as he invited the attractive woman into his office, 
motioned for her to sit down, and carefully closed the door to assure 
complete privacy. He then seated himself behind his walnut desk and looked 
at her with an almost judicial attitude.

“Miss Dietrich,” he spoke quite politely, “I will get straight to the 
point. I have in my possession evidence, totally overwhelming, totally 
incontrovertible, that if released would lead to your immediate dismissal 
from the faculty of this school! Moreover, since the charges involved the 
most serious immorality, you would be blackballed from obtaining any 
teaching position in any other school in the state. Or for that matter, in 
any other school in the country.”

Beth Dietrich stared at her accuser in a state of shock. A deep look of 
shame came over her face as she realized that he was aware of her bizarre 
sexual activities; practices that seemed so exciting in private but which 
seemed so abnormal when viewed in the cold light of reality. The stricken 
woman felt only one glimmer of hope: Mr. Crandall had carefully refrained 
from saying that he was actually going to release the evidence he had.

Horace Crandall paused for a moment to allow the news to sink in fully. 
“I don’t suppose it’s necessary for me to review all the embarrassing 
details with you, is it?” he asked quietly.

Speechless, Beth could only shake her head in a negative fashion. 
Shamefaced and miserable, she lowered her eyes and awaited the verdict.

“Now since you’re still quite a young woman,” Horace Crandall spoke in a 
highly sympathetic voice. “I don’t want to be the one who is accused of 
ruining your life.”

Beth felt a sudden surge of relief flowing through her entire body, and 
permitted herself a timid glance at the older man.

“On the other hand, I feel you must be punished,” he went on. “Otherwise 
these disturbing incidents will continue and you may adversely affect some 
impressionable young boy’s life. Now, I suppose you agree with that.”

“Yes, I… I guess so,” Beth stammered. Her mouth felt horribly dry and she
spoke with great difficulty.

Wondering what he meant by punishment, she realized she was completely 
within his power.

“Very well,” Horace Crandall informed the miserable woman. “Then it’s 
settled. For your sake, I will suppress the evidence I have collected and 
shall punish you privately! Shall I be at your place at, say, seven?”

At first, Beth was uncomprehending. What was he saying? When realization 
slowly dawned on her, the maidenly schoolteacher’s jaw went slack and she 
slumped in her chair as if struck by a thunderbolt. “Mr.

Crandall, you can’t possibly mean… ” she started to speak in a totally 
dismayed voice, but couldn’t finish the sentence. The flicker of a smile 
that played across Mr. Crandall’s face was highly informing.

“You have no choice,” Horace Crandall advised her. “Otherwise I will 
simply give the principal my report and that will mean your immediate 
dismissal.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a sealed 
envelope. “Just so there will be no misunderstanding, I’ve written out some
instructions for this evening. See you at seven! That will be all, Miss 
Dietrich.”

Beth Dietrich was in a state of shock as she prepared for her unwelcome 
visitor. The instructions in the sealed envelope had been and seemed to 
indicate that Mr. Crandall’s interests in the matter were not entire 
professional: For your punishment session please be attired in the 
following outfit: white middy blouse with nothing on beneath it, black 
pleated skirt ending six inches above the knees, regular length black nylon
stockings held up by a garter belt, pink nylon panties, and high heeled 
patent leather pumps. Remove your glasses, undo your hair and tie it in at 
least two braids. Carry your own hairbrush!

Beth knew she had no choice but to carry out the needlessly detailed and 
humiliating instructions. It was a moment of supreme humiliation for the 
brunette schoolteacher when she stood in front of her full length mirror 
attired in the skimpy, provocative discipline uniform that her executioner 
had specified. Her face instantly went beet red and she suppressed a desire
to cover her breasts, the outline of which was all too visible beneath her 
flimsy blouse. At the same time she desperately wanted to tug at the hem of
her abbreviated black skirt, which was a good five inches shorter than the 
prevailing fashions and displayed her shapely legs in a manner that she 
considered simply brazen.

The very idea of appearing in such dress before a member of the opposite 
sex made her shudder with consternation. Despite the mortification she was 
experiencing, the maidenly schoolteacher was not especially fearful. After 
all, she told herself, she was a grown woman, twenty-eight years old, and 
not a mere child. A man wouldn’t dare spank her! At most, she expected some
form of symbolic punishment.

Horace Crandall’s knock on the front door was prompt and forceful. 
Exquisitely embarrassed and slightly weak in the knees, Beth nevertheless 
did not forget to pick up her wooden hairbrush and carried it with her as 
she went to the door.

“Good evening, Miss Dietrich,” Horace Crandall announced, his eyes 
instantly lighting up as he quickly discerned that his intended victim had 
complied with his instructions to the letter.

“Good evening,” Beth murmured almost inaudibly, her eyes averted.

Horace Crandall stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Head 
hanging, Beth stood in shame before the older man. She could just feel his 
eyes feasting on all the shameful details, from her sagging, all too 
visible breasts to her brazenly exposed, stocking-clad legs.

“I see that you seem to have complied with my instructions,” Horace 
Crandall remarked as he seated himself on the couch. Among other things, 
the forty-two-year-old educator noticed that Beth’s pigtails, which had 
been tied with pink ribbons, and youthfully short skirt gave her a much 
younger, almost juvenile, appearance that made her all the more appealing. 
He was already beginning to experience the initial stirrings of a most 
pleasant erection.

“I’m so ashamed!” Beth mumbled. Blushing and hotly shamefaced, she tried 
to stand in profile before him to minimize her embarrassing exposure as 
much as possible.

“You should be ashamed, young lady,” Horace Crandall reminded her. “Not 
only of your present costume, but of the behavior that warranted it!”

Beth did not reply and was desperately hoping that he would not go into 
the details of her promiscuous behavior. To have an older man, a virtual 
stranger, talking about such abnormal activities would be devastating.

“However, I didn’t come here to scold you,” Horace Crandall, looking 
around the room to size things up. “Now bring me some coffee and then go 
stand in that corner with your face to the wall,” he ordered, pointing to 
the very same corner where she had made young Mark Reed stand on that 
fateful occasion.

Feeling horribly self-conscious and thoroughly undignified, Beth did as 
he said. Standing abjectly in the corner with her face to the wall provided
some measure of relief in that her blushing face and shamefully exposed 
breasts were at least concealed from his masculine eyes. Yet there was 
something juvenile about standing in the corner like that and Beth felt so 
absurd, so ridiculous and so miserable that it was hard to hold back the 
tears. And at the same time, she could just feel Horace Crandall’s roving 
eyes enjoying each shapely curve of her nylon-clad legs and the swelling 
fullness of her hips, which were all too noticeable without the discipline 
of a girdle.

And indeed, Horace Crandall was doing exactly what his victim suspected. 
Fully appreciating the incongruity of making a schoolteacher stand in the 
corner, the older man was drinking in every curvaceous detail outlined by 
her abbreviated black skirt and black nylon stockings, especially the full 
roundness of her calves and spacious hips. It was going to be quite a 
thrill to spank those gorgeous buttocks with the hairbrush she herself was 
still holding!

“All right, Miss Dietrich,” Horace Crandall spoke up after a silence of 
several minutes that seemed much longer to the miserable woman in the 
corner. As he spoke, the older man switched to a plain wooden chair.

“Come over here!”

Blushing to the roots of her brunette hair and keenly aware of her 
visibly jouncing breasts, Beth slowly approached her stem-faced 
disciplinarian. The slow beginning had reinforced her original belief that 
the punishment would be more symbolic than actual. It would hurt a little 
and be bitterly humiliating, she told herself, but she would live through 
it.

“I’ll take that,” Horace Crandall said, reaching out for the hairbrush. 
He placed it within reach on the floor beside the chair.

“Please, Mr. Crandall,” Beth found herself impulsively blurting out as a 
last-second panic seemed to seize her. “Please, remember that I’m a grown 
woman. I’m not a child. You can’t treat… I mean there are limits.

You can’t… ”

Horace Crandall was obviously not interested in any last-ditch appeals. 
Reaching out and grasping the young woman’s wrist, he quickly and with 
surprising ease pulled her face-down over his lap. Her pigtails flying, 
frantically trying to keep at least one hand on the hem of her skirt, Beth 
squealed with surprise as she suddenly found herself looking at the carpet 
from across the older man’s capable lap. His greater strength was instantly
apparent, and she suddenly felt hopeless and afraid.

“Oh, no, please, not like this!” Beth gasped. “I’m not a child! I’m not a
child!” Glancing back anxiously over her shoulder, the hotly blushing woman
could see that her short skirt had ridden up to reveal the expanded tops of
her black stockings, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. “Oh, 
please, this is embarrassing!”

Horace Crandall’s body blocked her left arm out of the action, and he 
pulled her right wrist into the small of her back to immobilize her. Apart 
from kicking her stockinged legs and squirming, there was little the young 
woman could do except protest and plead for mercy and reason. After a 
moment’s hesitation to enjoy the situation all the more, the 
discipline-minded educator reached for the hem of the maidenly 
schoolteacher’s skirt!

“OH NO!” Beth screamed in horror when she realized his intentions. 
Flipping like a fish she tried to dislodge herself from his lap, but he 
held her quite easily. “DONT YOU DARE!” she gasped in an outraged voice.

“You can’t do this to me! I’m not a child! I’m a grown woman!”

Bemused by her attitude of outraged dignity, Horace Crandall commenced 
the delightful task of gathering up Beth Dietrich’s black skirt. As the 
miserable woman constantly squirmed and protested heatedly, up came her 
skirt to reveal the two reinforced bands of black nylon, one blending into 
the other, followed by garter belt clips, and creamy white thighs 
vertically intersected by the black suspenders of her garter belt. Each new
item of feminine pulchritude was a revelation to the older man, and he 
paused from time to time to appreciate the scenery.

“Oh, no, stop it! How can you do this to me? Oh, how awful!” Beth 
protested, her face a fiery crimson. The naive woman was just beginning to 
understand her assailant’s true motives, and her entire being reacted with 
fear and loathing. He was a sadist! At the moment it did not occur to her 
that it was her own sadistic activities that had in effect delivered 
herself into his hands.

Taking his time and enjoying himself full measure, Horace Crandall 
gradually and almost lovingly brought Beth Dietrich’s pantie-clad buttocks 
into view. Filling out the pink nylon panties nearly to the bursting point,
Beth’s spaciously rotund posterior was a delicious assortment of plump 
feminine curves.

“Oh, no!!!” Beth screamed with indignation.

The very idea of having her panties on shameful display like that was 
humiliating beyond description. Didn’t he realize how horribly undignified 
it was? “I’m a grown woman!” she protested vehemently, futilely trying to 
employ her right hand to flip her skirt back down.

Horace paused to enjoy the lush scenery. Her black skirt drawn back to 
the waist, Beth lay squirming and miserable across his lap displaying 
curvaceous buttocks encased in delicate pink panties and smooth, shapely 
legs provocatively enhanced by black gaiter belt and black nylon stockings.
The older man had been thinking about that scene for years, and in reality 
it was even more breathtaking than he had imagined.

“Oh, this is awful!” Beth protested, tears of shame welling in her eyes. 
“Please, please don’t humiliate me like this! I’m a grown woman! Not a 
child!” Miserably and quite futilely, the helpless schoolteacher kept 
trying to flip her brief skirt down over her shameful pink panties.

An even worse humiliation, one that she had never even dreamed of, was in
store for the attractive brunette teacher. After a deliberate pause, Horace
Crandall reached for the elastic waistband of Beth Dietrich’s pink nylon 
panties!!

“OH NO! NO! NO!” Beth screamed in outraged horror and instantly began a 
desperate but entirely futile struggle to free herself from her sadistic 
tormentor. “You can’t take a woman’s panties down!!! You can’t!!!

You can’t! Oh, my God!”

But despite her frantic struggles and outraged protests, down came the 
young schoolteacher’s panties! The unveiling of Beth Dietrich’s gorgeous 
buttocks was much more spectacular and thrilling than Horace Crandall had 
anticipated. Pink-white and quivering, the two wide, spacious and fully 
rounded mounds provided a glittering display of feminine flesh and 
glamorous curves. Feasting his masculine eyes hungrily on the ample but 
downy soft feminine spank spot, Horace pulled her pink panties down, 
completely below the tops of her black stockings.

“Don’t you dare take them down!” Beth continued to scream even after the 
degrading event had been completed. “Don’t you dare! Oh, you horrible man! 
Oh, this is terrible!” Breathless from her struggles to free herself, the 
hapless schoolteacher glanced back over her shoulder and shuddered with 
total revulsion at the obscene sight of her completely bare buttocks 
sticking up over the older man’s lap.

Showing his total contempt for the young woman’s modesty, Horace Crandall
gently placed his hand squarely across the crevice. The soft, yielding 
flesh was even more velvety than he had imagined.

“Oooh, get your hand off me!” Beth screamed, completely revolted by the 
very thought of having a man’s hand resting on her priceless bottom.

“From what I’ve heard, this is the same bottom that’s been sitting on 
boys’ faces!” Horace Crandall reminded the hapless woman.

“Ooooooh!” Beth gasped in outrage. So he knew about that too!

“So I think it’s quite appropriate that your bottom should take your 
punishment, Miss Dietrich!” Horace Crandall continued after the 
interruption.

Despite the availability of the hairbrush, the discipline-minded educator
thought that it would be even more interesting if he commenced with his 
hand.

“You must be very ashamed of yourself, Miss Dietrich,” he chided the 
hapless woman as he raised his right hand in the air. “A fully grown woman 
with her big, bare buttocks sticking up over a man’s lap for a thoroughly 
deserved spanking!”

As Beth cringed and shuddered as his words, Horace Crandall applied the 
first spank squarely across both cheeks. SMACK!!!

“Eeeeek!” Beth screamed with pain and outrage as the meaty masculine palm
landed noisily on her completely bare bottom. Pigtails flying, her head 
snapped back and her body bucked up sharply at the midsection, only to be 
restrained by her tormentor’s forceful left hand and arm.

Smack! Whack! Slap! Horace Crandall had been waiting years for an 
opportunity like that, and he immediately proceeded with the task of 
chastising exquisitely soft feminine flesh. Applying his hand with lusty 
swipes, he spanked first one cheek and then the other and then applied a 
third spank directly across the crevice, concentrating all of them on the 
fleshy lower portions of her curvaceous bottom. The flesh quickly took on a
vivid pink-red hue that made the scene all the more charming.

“Owww! Stop! Ouch! You’re hurting me! Owww! Ouch! Ow! Oh, this is awful!”
Beth squealed in a highly distressed voice. “Ouch! Ow! I’m a grown woman! 
Oh, no! I’m a teacher!”

Given no choice by the burning, throbbing sensations afflicting her 
bottom, the hapless schoolteacher squirmed and wriggled in a thoroughly 
undignified fashion and soon began kicking her stocking-clad legs merrily 
back and forth. Flopping about on his lap, Beth knew only too well how much
she was exposing herself. At the same time she was vividly aware of the 
bulge in Horace Crandall’s trousers that made quite clear that he was 
deriving sadistic gratification from the suffering she was enduring.

“Ouch! Stop! It hurts! Ouch!” Beth exclaimed, soon dissolving in tears of
pain and shame. “Ouch! That’s enough! It hurts!”

Horace Crandall was enjoying himself immensely. The spanking was 
providing an abundance of visual delights for his appreciative masculine 
eyes – shapely legs in black stockings swinging prettily back and forth, 
reddening feminine buttocks twisting and gyrating in burning distress, 
frequent glimpses of brunette pubic hair and the enticing coral slit in its
midst, and the appealing sight of a pretty feminine face contorted with 
pain and distress. And, in addition, there was considerable satisfaction in
administering justice to the young woman who, he had been reliably 
informed, always took an unholy delight in sadistically chastising her male
pupils.

“Ow! Stop! Please! It hurts! Ouch! Oh, boo hoo hoo!” Beth pleaded between
hot, wet tears. “Stop it! I can’t stand it!”

Deciding that it was time for the hairbrush, Horace paused and reached 
down to pick up the formidable implement. As he did so, his cheek brushed 
lightly against Beth’s scarlet left buttock, and he could just feel the 
heat emanating from it.

“Not the hairbrush!” Beth squealed when she realized what he was doing. 
“Your hand hurts too much! Oh, not that awful old… ” The tearful 
schoolteacher was completely unmindful of the fact that it was the very 
same hairbrush that she had so gleefully applied to masculine buttocks when
the shoe was on the other foot.

SMACK!!! The hard wooden hairbrush landed with a loud splat on completely
defenseless feminine flesh.

“OWWWW!!!” Beth screamed with anguish at the intense jolt of pain flashed
through her already burning and feverish buttocks. Her brunette head flew 
back and her shapely, nylon-clad legs jerked as if pulled on strings.

Smack! Thwack! Splat! Horace Crandall began applying the solid wood 
hairbrush with firm, wrist-snapping strokes. Beginning on her right thigh 
just above the top of her stocking, he systematically worked upward and 
then down the opposite side. Beth’s shapely upper thighs and rotund 
buttocks quickly became a fiery scarlet under the disciplinary stimulation 
of the old-fashioned wooden brush.

“Ouch! Owwwww! It hurts too much! Owww! Oh, my God, I can’t stand it! 
Ouch!” Each fresh application of the brush produced an anguished scream 
from the suffering woman, who was jerking her stockinged legs hard and wide
in a thoroughly wanton but totally uncontrollable fashion.

“Owww! Oh, my God! I can’t stand it! I can’t! Owww! Oh, please! The pain 
is awful! Please, no more!”

Smack! Splat! Whack! Horace Crandall was thoroughly enjoying the 
attractive teacher’s total breakdown.

Although she possessed the body of a full grown woman, her demeanor was 
that of a naughty child being disciplined for a deserved offense. He noted 
that her words showed no sign of remorse for the activities that had led to
her downfall, but were concerned only with the safety and comfort of her 
precious buttocks.

“Ouch! Owww! Oooooh! Ouch! Oh, how can you do this to me? Owww! Oww!” 
Beth carried on although by this time she was crying so hard that she could
not get the words out distinctly.

To the tormented and anguished woman, it was beginning to the seem that 
the dreadful hairbrush punishment would never cease. As the hairbrush 
continued to pummel her burning buttocks unmercifully, a strange 
transformation began to come over the sobbing teacher. She was becoming 
sexually aroused, powerfully stimulated by the hideous pain she was 
enduring!! Beth could hardly believe it at first. Not her!

Not dominant Beth, who relished dominating and disciplining the opposite 
sex! But it was true! Weeping and nearly in hysterics, she found herself 
experiencing deep masochistic love for her assailant! She wanted to be his 
slave!

“Now I’m not through with you yet, young lady!” Horace Crandall abruptly 
announced, lifting the distraught young woman to her feet. “Hold your skirt
up to the waist and keep it there!”

Sobbing and totally devastated by the emotional impact of what had 
happened, Beth Dietrich was marched back to the corner with the added 
incentive of several vigorous slaps of Horace Crandall’s hand to her 
blazing bottom. Nearly tripping over her lowered panties and futilely 
trying to evade the brisk smacks, the weeping woman pranced over to the 
corner in a totally undignified and partly comical fashion. There the 
spinster schoolteacher stood crying, bare bottomed and disgraced.

“Now stand there showing your red spank spot until you’ve regained your 
composure somewhat,” Horace Crandall instructed the totally humiliated 
woman. ‘Then I think you know what your next assignment will be!”

CHAPTER FOUR

Beth shuddered at the older man’s words. There was no doubt in her mind 
what he meant. Throughout her life up to that moment, Beth would never have
dreamed of performing that particular act for a man. But strangely enough, 
the humiliated and suffering woman found herself actually wanting to go 
down on her knees before the man who had conquered her! She wanted to be 
his sex slave, no matter what abasement that might entail for her.

Horace Crandall returned to the couch and seating himself, leaned back to
enjoy the scenery. The sight of Beth Dietrich standing in disgrace in the 
corner, sniffling and meekly holding her black skirt up to reveal her 
crimson spank spot and shapely, stocking-clad legs, was immensely 
satisfying. He had also noted that feminine moisture had thoroughly soaked 
portions of his trousers, but her arousal did not surprise him.

Having some knowledge of psychology, he had suspected all along that the 
sadistic teacher probably possessed latent masochistic tendencies that 
needed only to be brought out. Had her young pupils been more 
sophisticated, they would have simply turned the tables on her and given 
her what she really wanted all along!

Keenly aware of the masculine eyes greedily feasting on her mortified 
flesh, Beth stood miserably and uncomfortably in the corner. Her throbbing 
buttocks were pricking and burning furiously, and although she found such 
desires unfathomable, her two girlish mounds seemed to be longing for a 
repetition of the mistreatment they had just endured! Having no previous 
ventures that placed her in the masochistic role, the spinster 
schoolteacher simply did not understand such feelings.

When Beth’s sobs had been reduced to girlish sniffles, Horace Crandall 
slowly arose and walked over to her.

AS he did so, he extracted from his pocket a solid red rubber dildo that 
was an almost exact imitation of a human phallus! Dropping to one knee 
behind his attractive victim, he began extricating her feet from her 
lowered panties.

“W-what are you doing?” Beth asked, her voice reflecting the torment of 
mixed feelings she was enduring.

Horace Crandall did not reply. Removing the pink panties and hastily 
stuffing them in his pocket as a souvenir of the occasion, the older man 
gazed lasciviously at Beth’s scarlet-painted buttocks. Leaning forward he 
placed a firm kiss on first one satiny cheek and then the other.

“Oooooh!!” Beth gasped, mildly annoyed but thrilled by her tormentor’s 
base desires.

“Now, hold still!” Horace spoke in a deceptively quiet voice as he 
prepared to insert the dildo in her anal canal.

“W-what are you doing?” Beth asked, trying to look back over her 
shoulder. Had she seen the obscene object in his hand, her reaction would 
undoubtedly have been much more energetic.

“OWWWWW!” The maidenly teacher screamed with pain and surprise as she 
suddenly found herself impaled on the vile dildo! Her entire body writhed 
and her sphincter muscles instinctively reacted to expel the unwelcome 
invader. “What is it? Take it out!” she yelled in a horrified voice. 
“Please, it hurts!”

“Hold it inside yourself and keep it there!” Horace Crandall directed, 
guiding her right hand back to where she could hold the artificial phallus 
herself.

“Oh, no, no!” Beth pleaded, a fresh crop of tears trickling down her 
cheeks. The pain of the original penetration had greatly diminished to be 
replaced by a continual irritation that was mixed with the humiliation of 
being treated in such an unspeakably lewd manner. “Take it out, please! 
Please, I don’t like it!” she pleaded, a look of genuine distaste on her 
hotly flushed face.

“Hold it in there!” Horace demanded in a stern voice. “If you let it drop
out, there’ll be another workout with the hairbrush!”

“Oooooooooh!” Beth’s moan conveyed her genuine distress. The miserable 
woman watched anxiously over her shoulder as her masculine tormentor 
returned to the couch and seated himself.

“Now keep your skirt up and come over here!” Horace Crandall ordered.

Shamefaced and deeply humiliated, the brunette schoolteacher began making
her way over to the couch.

Employing one hand to hold the shameful dildo in her rectal canal and the
other to hold her skirt up to the waist, Beth was only too well aware of 
what a spectacle she was making of herself. However, for reasons that she 
didn’t comprehend she found herself perversely enjoying her own abasement 
and involuntary exhibitionism.

Fully appreciating the display of rippling, stocking-clad legs and 
shockingly exposed brunette bush, Horace Crandall found himself deriving 
intense enjoyment not only from the scenic pleasures involved but also from
the devastating humiliation he was inflicting on the pig-tailed spinster 
teacher. He was seated with his legs well apart, and was rather surprised 
when he didn’t have to tell her to kneel in front of him.

Scarlet with shame, Beth knelt before her lord and master and awaited 
instructions with her eyes boldly centered on the promising curve in his 
trousers. The notion that she was about to have her mouth violated and was 
to become a lowly cocksucker was shattering to her prior self-image, but 
she found the idea thoroughly stimulating and was naughtily wet between the
legs.

“Take it out of my pants yourself!” Horace Crandall ordered the 
submissively kneeling woman.

Beth gulped at the demeaning order but made no objection. Still holding 
the dildo in her rear with her right hand, the blushing teacher reached for
his fly with her left hand and began somewhat anxiously undoing his zipper.
It was not an entirely easy task and Horace Crandall sat passively, 
offering her no assistance whatever. At last Beth worked the zipper down 
and spread open his fly, enabling her to reach inside with her hand.

Both of them caught their breath as Beth’s small, soft hand clasped the 
rigid, hotly pounding masculine meat and pulled it out into full view. 
Beth’s eyes widened and her heartbeat quickened as she found herself 
staring at Horace Crandall’s magnificently erect, twitching masculine 
pleasure weapon. Capped by a mushroom-shaped crown, the bulging, 
purplish-red organ stood a commanding seven inches from meatus to scrotum.

“Put it in your mouth!” Horace instructed.

Telling herself that she really had no choice in the matter, Beth held 
the elongated muscle out at a more convenient angle and leaned forward. 
Extending her wet, pink tongue, she timidly ran it over the velvety sleek 
head with a moist swipe. Recalling only too well that she had always 
considered fellatio a totally perverse act performed only by prostitutes 
and other debased women, the kneeling teacher shuddered at the first 
intimate contact of her tongue with masculine meat. Nevertheless, she told 
herself, the deed was done and she began worshipfully licking the purplish 
glans as if it were a lollipop.

“Ahhh, that’s the way, Miss Dietrich,” Horace Crandall remarked, patting 
her lightly on the head and playing with one brunette pigtail. “I can see 
that you intend to be quite cooperative, and that will make things a lot 
easier for you.” As he spoke, the forty-two-year-old educator leaned back 
on the couch to enjoy having his pounding masculine member eaten by the 
blushing, delightfully shamefaced teacher.

With the massive crown of Horace Crandall’s bloated prick glittering from
the effects of her own saliva, Beth slid her hand downward as far as she 
could and began tonguing the ticklish underside with moist flicks of her 
tongue. As she did so, she could feel the blood pounding throughout the 
vibrantly alive organ and particularly in the vein that stood out in bas 
relief along the underside of the trunk. The nearness of the powerful 
masculine tool had an enormously stimulating effect on her, and she wished 
that she could spare one hand to fondle herself in masturbatory fashion.

“Now I think it’s about time we initiated your mouth!” Horace Crandall 
suggested with a lewd chuckle.

Beth gulped and shuddered with a mixture of revulsion and fascination. 
“It’s so big I don’t know if I… ” she protested mildly, gazing at the 
upright organ in an almost hypnotic fashion.

“You can do it!” Horace told her in an encouraging voice. “Just form that
pretty mouth of yours into a wide oval and pretend it’s a substitute 
vagina!”

Blushing hotly at the obscene suggestion, Beth opened her mouth as far as
she could and held the hotly pounding masculine shaft toward her at the 
best angle. Trying to blot out the recurrent thought that she was 
performing a totally debased act in the manner of a prostitute, the 
shamefaced teacher slowly lowered her mouth over the crown of her masculine
tormentor’s turgid cock.

“Ahhhhh!” Horace Crandall emitted a sigh of blissful satisfaction as the 
warmth and wetness of the young woman’s mouth suddenly assaulted his 
senses. Leaning back comfortably on the couch with his legs hooked around 
the kneeling fellatrix, he watched as more and more of his rigid, 
lust-swollen penis began disappearing into Beth Dietrich’s pretty mouth.

Deeply shamed but exhilarated by the defilement of her theretofore 
virginal mouth, the maidenly teacher gradually worked several inches of 
rock hard cock into her wet oral cavity.

Although the husky dimensions of the masculine tool pried her jaws apart 
in an uncomfortable manner, Beth found that she could handle it much more 
easily than she had anticipated. She was more than a little surprised by 
the sudden hyper-activity of her salivary glands, and the fellatio initiate
was forced to gulp quite audibly to avoid choking.

“That’s the way, Miss Dietrich!” Horace Crandall remarked in a satisfied 
voice. “Just go ahead and enjoy yourself!” he added with a chuckle, as if 
she were performing the submissive act for her pleasure rather than his.

Although she really had no idea how to proceed, Beth began sucking and 
bobbing her head up and down in her disciplinarian’s lap. The 
twenty-eight-year-old schoolteacher felt just like a whore. It’s shameful 
to carry on like this, she told herself. I feel like such a whore. It’s 
filthy to put a man’s prick in my mouth and suck on it. I’m a cocksucker! 
And that thing in my ass! Why did he have to degrade me with that? He’s a 
sadist! He knows I don’t have any choice and simply have to do whatever he 
says!

Despite the recriminations with which she flogged herself, Beth was 
becoming highly aroused by her own debased activities. Her breasts were 
tingling and her nipples tautly alert, while feminine dew repeatedly 
bubbled up inside her steaming pussy in such quantities that it trickled 
down the insides of her thighs to her stockings. And without at first being
consciously aware of what she was doing, she began sliding the vile dildo 
back and forth in her anal canal in a debauched act of self-sodomy.

“Beautiful! Beautiful! You’re going to become an expert fellatrix, I can 
see!” Horace Crandall informed her, patting her brunette head in an 
encouraging manner. Tantalized by the attractive teacher’s wet and 
energetic mouth, he could no longer refrain from thrusting his pelvis back 
and forth with quick, jerky movements.

I can’t understand why I’m becoming so hot and bothered, Beth told 
herself. God knows, I don’t want to use my mouth as a vagina! It’s not 
natural! Only a strumpet would enjoy having her mouth defiled like this!

Wriggling with shame and excitement, the tormented woman soon found that 
she could manage to hold the dildo in her anal tunnel while at the same 
time finger-fucking herself. The thought that her dominant masculine j 
partner could tell what she was doing, and could even hear the slurping, 
squishing sounds emanating from her drooling pussy, was deeply shameful, 
but she was beyond the point where she had any will power left.

“Ahhhh, this is perfect!” Horace Crandall spoke contentedly, a flicker of
a smile crossing his face as he discerned that his kneeling victim was 
fondling herself in auto-erotic wantonness. His hot, madly throbbing prick 
was beginning to itch and tickle with progressive intensity, and he found 
his pelvic thrusts becoming less and less controlled.

Although she was becoming quite breathless, Beth’s brunette head 
continued bobbing up and down in Horace Crandall’s lap with only occasional
pauses to swallow the accumulated saliva. Thoroughly lubricated by the 
young woman’s saliva, Horace’s wildly pulsating masculine member was as 
slick as grease and slid easily back and forth in the substitute vagina.

Oh, my God, I wonder what it’ll be like, Beth asked herself as she began 
wondering about the eruption that was due momentarily. Oh, the thought of 
getting that stuff in my mouth! Ugh! I hope I don’t choke on it! Oh, I 
never thought I would sink to this! It’s a disgrace! I’m just a whore! I no
good whore!

“Oh, wow! This is great! Terrific! Really beautiful blow job!” Horace 
Crandall remarked, his agitated voice reflecting his growing arousal.

As he spoke the vile words that so crudely described the act that Beth 
was performing for him, the lascivious man placed his hands on the young 
woman’s head in a grip that instantly told her there would be no escape 
from the forthcoming explosion. Holding her head firmly, he began moving 
his hands up and down, forcing her to plunge up and down with thrusts that 
penetrated deeply into her mouth and left her fearful of choking.

“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!” Gasping and breathless, Beth meekly submitted to the 
enforced oral intercourse with mixed feelings of guilt, degradation and 
wild, blissful excitement. Both hands were between her legs by this time, 
one sliding the dildo wantonly back and forth in her anal channel and the 
other busily finger-fucking and twiddling with her taut clitoris. The 
latent masochistic side of her personality was now fully revealing itself 
to her for the first time, and she found herself wallowing in her own 
debasement.

Holding the wildly writhing, squirming woman’s head in a vise-like grip, 
Horace Crandall came right up off the seat of the couch and committed the 
ultimate act of defilement. Voluminous blasts of warm, murky masculine 
cream splattered against the roof of Beth Dietrich’s theretofore virginal 
mouth and ricocheted in every direction. The brunette schoolteacher’s head 
instinctively snapped back to avoid the lewd assault, but Horace Crandall’s
firm hands permitted no escape!

“Mmmmm! Uhhhhhh!” Gurgling and gargling and at first nearly choking on 
the tangy, virile fluids that simply inundated her mouth, Beth Dietrich was
given no choice but to take her male disciplinarian’s entire climax right 
in her mouth. Tormented by the strange taste and her own disgracefully 
whore-like behavior, the breathless and struggling woman found herself 
caught in the throes of a deliciously masochistic orgasm.

Swallowing the viscous semen with loud gulps, she frantically 
dildo-stroked and finger-fucked herself to relieve the blissfully torturous
spasms that wracked her entire body.

Completely spent for the moment, Horace Crandall flopped back down on the
couch with a loud sigh of total relief. Although he was no longer holding 
her in position, Beth made no attempt to relinquish his suddenly slack 
penis from her oral grip. Her head resting on his thigh, the completely 
vanquished woman was content to let her conqueror’s masculine spear soak in
her wet mouth. As it became more and more soft, she worked it farther into 
her mouth until it had virtually disappeared.

“Ah, excellent, excellent!” Horace Crandall congratulated the new 
initiate to the art of fellatio. The lascivious educator leaned back to 
enjoy the post-climactic soak in the young woman’s mouth.

Although breathless and temporarily exhausted, Beth was content to remain
in the submissive position. The brunette schoolteacher did not want to 
think about her new role and what it entailed, but preferred to dwell upon 
the physical sensations of the moment. Her own climax, self-induced and 
with her mouth in the role of substitute vagina, had been enormously 
satisfying in a raw physical way, and she wanted to experience those same 
sensations all over again at the earliest possible moment.

As soon as she had recovered enough to make the effort, Beth began 
sucking on Horace Crandall’s inert penis. At the same time, she began 
pulling and stroking on the base with her soft and capable hand.

Although he found the attractive teacher’s efforts quite pleasant, the 
older man was at first inclined to view the matter as a hopeless 
archaeological project. But in a short period of time the blood began to 
flow in the right direction and his prick quickly began to expand and 
harden.

“Mmmmmm!” Beth moaned with pleasure as the elongation and swelling forced
her jaws progressively farther open. Working even more feverishly with her 
mouth and hand, the comely teacher soon found herself with a mouth full of 
rock hard cock. “In my cunt, please! In my cunt!” she begged, keeping the 
expanded crown inside her wet mouth even as she spoke. Her own crude words 
embarrassed and shamed her, although at the same time they seemed to incite
her. “In my cunt! Please, in my cunt!” she repeated.

“Please, I’m begging!”

Horace Crandall was so pleased by the reconstitution of his erection that
he needed a moment to map out his campaign. ‘Take off your clothes,” he 
finally instructed. “Everything but your stockings and garter belt.”

The dildo clattered to the floor as Beth Dietrich stood up and blushingly
undressed with shameless haste.

Slipping off her high heeled shoes, she quickly peeled off her white 
blouse and tossed it aside. As Horace Crandall stared greedily at her ripe,
rose-tipped breasts, Beth quickly undid the side fastener of her black 
skirt and stepped out of it. Naked except for her garter belt and black 
nylon stockings and making no attempt to cover up her breasts or lush 
brunette bush, Beth stood meekly before her master with her eyes glued 
hopefully on his lust-swollen joystick.

Intrigued by the striptease and feminine pulchritude it revealed, Horace 
Crandall disrobed with similar haste.

“In my cunt, please! In my cunt!” Beth begged, her hands folded 
prayerfully in front of her.

“You shall have your wish, young lady,” Horace assured her. “But we’ll do
it my way! Down on your knees and elbows!”

Beth obeyed the command with slave-like devotion. Her long brunette 
pigtails extended in front of her, the shapely teacher knelt submissively 
with her thoroughly crimson buttocks sticking up higher than the rest of 
her body. Her stockinged legs were spread shamelessly open, revealing her 
most intimate areas in all their feminine glory. Blushing and slightly 
breathless, she kept glancing backward over her shoulder as if she were 
afraid that the older man would sadistically deny her what she needed so 
bad.

But Horace Crandall was in no mood to practice self-denial. Dropping to 
his knees between the kneeling woman’s outstretched legs, he quickly 
aligned his turgid, hotly throbbing cock with her juicy cuntal lips and 
thrust forward.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Beth gasped with relief and ecstasy as the masculine harpoon
dilated her man-hungry vagina.

Her back arched sharply and she bit her lip in an effort to control her 
feelings.

Draping himself over the submissive teacher’s back and lasciviously 
fondling her dangling breasts with both hands, Horace Crandall paused for a
moment to savor his conquest. Beth Dietrich’s wet, delightfully tight cunt 
was clutching eagerly at his throbbing cock, as if trying to suck it all 
the way inside her. At the same time hot, oily feminine secretions 
lubricated the masculine visitor, thoroughly preparing it for the task 
ahead.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Beth pleaded. Although humiliated by the animal 
posture in which he had placed her.

the once proud woman was too absorbed by raw physical needs to concern 
herself with such matters. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“You’re going to get fucked all right, sweetheart!” Horace told her, 
pausing to take in a deep breath.

Massaging and kneading her full breasts with his hands, the older man 
began pumping into her with virile thrusts. Beth instantly responded with 
circular movements of her hips and pelvis, and did all she could to hold 
the masculine intruder inside her. Tantalized by her assailant’s roaming 
hands, her breasts became firm with feminine erectness and simply ached for
fulfillment.

“Harder! Harder! Harder!” Beth gasped as her vagina and clitoris 
responded to the pleasant scraping and stroking they were enduring. “Fuck 
me harder! Harder!”

Thoroughly enjoying the young teacher’s lewd abandon, Horace Crandall 
pumped like a jack-hammer. As the older man rammed and banged with gusto, 
Beth at times nearly lost her balance in her efforts to keep up with him. 
Breathless and feeling hot and prickly all over, the young woman felt 
herself building up to a total sexual delirium.

“Harder! Harder!” Beth begged although she was almost too breathless to 
speak.

Squeezing the young woman’s breasts almost brutally with his hands, 
Horace Crandall slammed forward with all might and erupted like a volcano. 
Hot masculine lava began pouring from his lust-bloated cock, and the force 
of his forward lunge threw Beth to the floor under him.

“Ahhhhh! Oooooooh!” Beth emitted an ecstatic scream as a violent orgasm 
tore through her entire body.

The walls of her vagina gave way to intense spasms, locking the masculine
invader in them and sucking inward as if trying to draw every drop of semen
out of him. Although painfully crushed under her assailant’s masculine body
and feeling as if she had been treated like an animal, Beth found her 
climax unbelievably exhilarating and rewarding. The events of the past hour
with all of its pain, humiliation and degradation flashed through her mind 
as a vivid, intoxicating memory, and the overwrought young woman knew that 
things would never be the same again.

CHAPTER FIVE

“You sure she asked for both of us?” Jim Turner asked his friend and 
closest confidante, Mark Reed, as the two of them rode in the latter’s 58 
Chevrolet.

“That’s what she said, old buddy!” Mark replied.

“I don’t know if I can take it,” Jim replied dubiously. “The first time I
went to her place, she blistered me so bad I couldn’t sit down for a week!”
As the remark indicated, the young man was aware of Beth Dietrich’s 
disciplinary abilities from firsthand experience.

“Yeah, but just think of that nice piece of ass you’re going to get!” 
Mark reminded him with a laugh.

The two young men were in for a surprise. As might be expected, Horace 
Crandall’s discipline, if that’s the word for it, had not destroyed Beth 
Dietrich’s promiscuous appetite. In fact, the experience had whetted the 
maidenly schoolteacher’s desires for offbeat sex, and her mind was 
constantly at work with new projects of an erotically tinged nature.

“Well, here goes!” Mark remarked as they arrived at the attractive 
teacher’s home and knocked at the door.

The two teenagers could hardly believe their eyes when the door opened! 
Beth Dietrich, the formerly dominant old maid schoolteacher, stood before 
them dressed like an overgrown child! Her long brunette hair was done in 
two long and carefully plaited braids, which were hanging down in front and
tied with large pink ribbons, while she was wearing a tiny pink child’s 
frock with short, puffed sleeves and high hemline. The only adult items of 
her attire were her black nylon stockings and black high heeled sandals. 
Her horn-rimmed glasses were nowhere in sight.

“Well, w-what… ” Mark stammered. At first he and his companion hardly 
recognized the twenty-eight year old schoolteacher.

“Come in, boys,” Beth said. Her formerly domineering manner had 
completely disappeared and she appeared meek and ill at ease at their 
presence. Her cheeks were hotly flushed and she avoided looking directly at
her two masculine visitors.

Their eyes fastened on the intriguing sight of a fully grown woman in 
juvenile costume, the two boys stepped inside and closed the door behind 
them. Beth’s short, flared frocklet left the two darker bands of her tautly
drawn nylons fully on display, and the two young stags were almost 
immediately displaying promising erections.

“Is this some kind of game… “Jim asked.

“I’ll explain,” Beth replied, motioning for the two teenagers to sit 
down.

“All right, boys, you know how things have been in the past,” the 
attractive teacher began as soon as her visitors had seated themselves. As 
she spoke, Beth tugged rather self-consciously on her abbreviated frock and
then clasped her hands behind her, much in the manner of a naughty girl who
was expecting punishment. Her cheeks became quite flushed. “Well, I thought
tonight we might turn things around! I mean, turnabout is fair play!!”

The two young men were clearly flabbergasted and both sat slack jawed for
a moment.

“Well, what do you say, Jim?” Mark, the first to recover from his 
astonishment, asked. “I never spanked a teacher before!” he added with a 
laugh.

“Is this some kind of trick?” Jim asked, unable to believe the good 
fortune that had suddenly come his way.

“No, no trick,” Beth assured him hastily. “I just feel guilty about the 
way I’ve treated both of you, and thought it would be fair to give you a 
chance to get even!”

“What are we waiting for?” Mark asked with a laugh. “C’m here, teacher!” 
he went on, motioning with one forefinger.

Blushing even more hotly and taking tiny, reluctant steps, Beth began 
approaching the grinning and highly expectant young man. She was keenly 
aware of the telltale bulge in his trousers and kept her eyes candidly 
focused on it. The idea that she was soon going to experience pain and 
humiliation produced a bittersweet feeling of stimulation, and the hotly 
embarrassed woman could feel warmly tingling sensations shooting through 
her pussy and nipples.

Mark grabbed her wrist and pulled her face down over his lap with an 
amused laugh. “What a place to have a teacher, huh?” he laughed, grinning 
at his companion.

Both teenagers watched as Beth’s pink frock slid up to reveal milk white 
thighs that contrasted vividly with the darker bands of her black 
stockings. Pulled well forward over the young man’s lap with her pigtails 
dancing, Beth had no choice but to balance herself by placing her palms 
downward against the floor. As his masculine partner watched with great 
interest, Mark wasted no time flipping the attractive teacher’s frock back 
to reveal deliciously rotund buttocks encased in form-fitting turquoise 
panties. Both teenagers whistled at the provocative display of pantie-clad 
buttocks and stockinged legs.

“Now, don’t overdo it!” Beth pleaded, although she secretly knew that she
definitely required the stimulation the forthcoming spanking would provide.

“Look who’s talking!” Jim remarked from his position of highly interested
observer.

“Let’s get these out of the way first!” Mark said with relish, reaching 
for the waistband of her nylon panties.

“Boy, I never thought I’d be taking a teacher’s panties down for a 
spanking!”

Her face scarlet and her eyes tightly closed, Beth endured the supreme 
humiliation of having her bare buttocks exposed before the two boys. As 
Mark carefully pulled the panties down below the tops of her stockings, 
both teenagers once again whistled appreciatively at the sight of lush 
feminine buttocks quivering and flexing in anxious expectation of the 
discipline they were soon going to absorb.

“Not too hard! Not too hard! A woman can’t… ” Beth spoke apprehensively, 
casting a quick look back over her shoulder at the shameful spectacle she 
was making of herself.

“Look who’s talking!” Mark scoffed. “You sure used that hairbrush of 
yours when you had the chance!”

“Do you want me to get it for you?” Jim volunteered.

“No!” Beth hastily broke in.

“Naw, don’t bother!” Mark said. “I want to use my hand anyway!”

Without further ado the young man raised his hand and brought it down in 
a wide swooping arc. SMACK!

His masculine palm landed on completely bare feminine flesh with a noisy 
splat.

“EEEEEK!!” Beth shrieked, her mouth flying open and her head jerking 
back. Her entire body stiffened as the jolt of pain suddenly spread through
her loins.

From his seated position, Jim rubbed his hands with glee as he watched 
his companion’s palm temporarily flatten the attractive schoolteacher’s 
rotund bottom.

Smack! Whack! Slap! Quickly getting into the spirit of the occasion, Mark
began smack paddling the bare bottomed woman with lusty spanks that 
produced loud splatting sounds. Beth yelped at each noisy application and 
immediately began carrying on like a naughty youngster rather than a fully 
grown woman.

Kicking her stocking-clad legs back and forth in an abandoned fashion, 
the comely brunette squirmed and wriggled like a worm across her 
assailant’s lap while continually looking back over her shoulder with 
obvious concern over the safety of her bottom.

“Ouch! Not so hard! Ow! Please! Ow, not so hard!” Beth pleaded, her face 
contorted with distress. “Ouch! A woman’s bottom is too… Owwww! Ouch! Oh, 
my!”

“Oh, wow, spanking a teacher!” Mark exclaimed. The young man was 
obviously thoroughly enjoying himself.

Whack! Splat! Smack! Mark’s hand continued pummeling Beth Dietrich’s 
totally defenseless buttocks with loud, punishing strokes. The attractive 
teacher’s hips and upper thighs quickly took on a brightly scarlet 
coloration, and the heat and genuine discomfort produced by the punishment 
made the squirming, kicking and yelling woman react all the more 
vigorously. Her stockinged legs began jerking hard and wide, exposing 
herself in a thoroughly lewd fashion.

“Ouch! Ow! Stop! That’s enough! Ouch! Owwww! Ohhhhhh!” Breaking into 
tears, Beth kicked and struggled vainly over the young man’s lap. Despite 
her struggles and instinctive resistance, Beth was glorying in the 
exquisitely masochistic torment she was enduring. She was shamefully wet 
between the legs and her breasts were firm with feminine erectness. She 
could feel Mark’s pounding cock pressing against the front of his trousers,
and although her tears blurred her vision she could see that Jim was 
similarly affected. “Ouch!

Owwww! Stop! Owww! Oh, my! Ouch! Ohhhhhh!”

“Boy, you don’t get to spank a teacher every day!” Mark said, giving 
every indication that he had no intention of stopping for quite some time.

“Owwwww! Ouch! Can’t you see how red it is?” Beth tearfully protested, 
trying futilely to reach back with one hand to protect her flaming 
hindquarters. “Oww! It hurts! Stop! Oh, my God! Ouch! Owwwww!”

From his vantage point of spectator, Jim found himself thoroughly 
fascinated by the attractive teacher’s punishment. It was not just a matter
of feeling vindicated that the tables had been turned on the woman who was 
capable of inflicting so much anguish herself. There was also the aesthetic
pleasures produced by scarlet feminine buttocks, wildly swinging nylon-clad
legs and lewdly displayed cuntal lips. Without really thinking about what 
he was going to do, the young man began disrobing.

“Owwww! Please! That’s enough! Be fair! Ouch!” Beth continued to plead. 
“Ouch! Please, stop! Ow! Ooooh!

Ouch!”

“I’m not through with you yet!” Mark told her. The young man could 
vividly recall how unmercifully she had spanked him.

“Oww! Ouch! I’m burning up! I’m all red and blistered!” Beth pleaded, her
tearful voice filled with self-pity. Out of the corner of her eye, the 
sobbing schoolteacher noted that Jim had completely undressed and was 
preparing to enter the fray. The sight of his magnificent red penis, 
standing as crisp as celery, made her almost swoon with masochistic 
delight.

As Mark’s hand continued to bounce up and down on her throbbing, burning 
posterior, Jim slowly walked over to her. Reaching down with both hands, he
caught her head under the chin and began pulling it up toward his 
lust-bloated, stiffly erect prick!

“Oh, no! No! No!” Beth protested, trying to turn her head aside to avoid 
the fate he obviously intended for her. Despite her previous experiences, 
the maidenly schoolteacher did not want to achieve the reputation of a 
cocksucker among the young boys at the school, and a show of resistance 
might at least help. “Oh, no!

Not that! Not that!”

“Suck cock, teach!” Mark ordered, smacking her burning bottom with gusto.
“Go on!”

“Put it in your mouth!” Jim demanded, pulling her head up remorselessly.

“Ohhhh, no! No!” Beth continued to plead. Despite her struggles, Jim 
easily managed to pull her head up higher and higher. As her warm, tearful 
face brushed against the young man’s powerfully erect, sleek masculine 
spear, Beth found herself torn between mixed feelings of repugnance and 
sexual attraction.

Gushes of wet girl juice bubbled and foamed from her hot pussy, and her 
well spanked bottom jerked with coital movements.

“Go on!” Mark demanded. He punctuated the command with loud spanks that 
sent waves of pain shooting through Beth’s hotly enflamed posterior.

“Oh, you’re forcing me! I don’t have any choice!” Beth tearfully 
protested in an effort to salvage what was left of her reputation.

“That’s right, you don’t have any choice!” Jim told her. “So go ahead and
start sucking!”

Wriggling like a worm across Mark Reed’s lap, the crying and red-bottomed
teacher slowly opened her mouth and allowed it to be impaled on Jim’s 
upright masculine member. Both boys were visibly surprised by the ease of 
her surrender, and watched as the crown and portions of the trunk of Jim’s 
hotly pulsating dick disappeared within the yielding oral cavity.

“That’s the way! Suck cock, teach!” Jim told her, taking in a deep breath
as he experienced the delightfully wet sensations of a feminine mouth 
paying tribute to his phallic prowess.

“I’ll keep her ass heated up for you!” Mark said, giving her red bottom a
playful smack. With that he began completely removing her panties, working 
them down her shapely, stocking-clad legs and off her feet. Next came her 
pink frock, which came off to reveal that she was not wearing a stitch 
beneath it.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!” With her mouth lasciviously encircling Jim’s rigid, 
hotly pounding joystick while masculine hands handled her familiarly, Beth 
found herself becoming highly aroused by the masochistic torment she was 
enduring. The flaming bonfire in her buttocks seemed to spread into her 
pussy, forcing her to writhe and twist with undulating sexual movements.

“We got ourselves a real cocksucker!” Jim remarked to his companion as 
Beth sucked contentedly on his madly pulsating prick, her cheeks collapsing
inward and slurping noises coming from her busy mouth.

Mark quickly peeled off the attractive teacher’s high heeled sandals, and
was about to remove her garter belt and stockings when he decided that she 
would look more sexy with them on. Still holding herself across his lap, he
began lewdly fingering and feeling her wet genital area, rubbing and 
stroking and finally inserting a couple of probing fingers into the 
lusciously wet, pink tunnel.

“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!” Beth moaned and twisted as the young man’s exploring 
fingers scraped her twitching clitoris and titillated her vaginal walls. 
Deeply aroused by the bizarre experience, she worked Jim’s blood-filled 
harpoon farther into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth.

“We might as well give it to her two ways!” Mark announced. “Here, get on
your feet!” he instructed the blushing fellatrix.

“But keep it in your mouth!” Jim added.

Clad only in her stockings and garter belt, the attractive brunette got 
to her feet but remained in a bent over position, her mouth lewdly 
embracing Jim’s rigidly upright prong. Mark took advantage of the moment to
whip off his clothes in record time. Out of the corner of her eye, Beth saw
his turgid, incredibly rigid masculine pole. Finding herself in the 
presence of two hot, hard teenage cocks, the unmarried schoolteacher found 
herself becoming wildly stimulated and completely carried away with 
promiscuous desires. If the boys didn’t figure out what to do with her, she
would give them some suggestions herself!

Holding Beth’s brunette head with his hands to remind her to stay in 
position, Jim began backing toward a nearby chair. Bent over at the waist 
with her pigtails dangling nearly to the floor, Beth meekly followed him 
with her mouth impaled on his stiff pole. As the young man slowly settled 
into his chair, she submissively went to her knees before him without once 
relinquishing his throbbing penis from her delightful oral grip.

“She really loves eating cock!” Jim remarked to his companion.

The two of them watched the attractive teacher performing fellatio with 
obvious relish. Her face hot with shame and sexual arousal, Beth sucked 
with drawn-in cheeks and quickly bobbing head. Performing the perverse act 
with someone watching awakened exhibitionist tendencies that she did not 
know she possessed, and the promiscuous woman found herself simply 
wallowing in her own debasement.

“I can’t get to her very well in that position,” Mark announced after 
watching a few moments. “Why don’t you stretch out on your back on the 
floor?”

“Okay,” Jim agreed. “No, no, keep it in your mouth!” he added when Beth 
started to draw back. “A guy doesn’t get eaten by a teacher every day!”

With Beth keeping her pretty mouth in the right position, the young man 
stretched out supine in the floor.

Kneeling between his outstretched thighs, the comely teacher managed to 
continue her oral servitude throughout the transition.

“Ahhhh! That feels great!” Jim remarked, watching her mouth at work on 
his pounding cock. “Give it to her, Mark!”

His bright red cock jutting outward with pounding masculine vigor, Mark 
hastily dropped to his knees behind the kneeling woman whose freshly 
spanked buttocks were sticking up higher than the rest of her body.

“Mmmmmmm!” Beth moaned but made no protest as she found herself about to 
be impaled in two different directions. The idea of having two pricks in 
her at the same time seemed perverse and bizarre to the 
twenty-eight-year-old woman, and made her vaginal walls alternately 
contract and expand in fretful anticipation. Her tongue constantly at work,
she kept trying to get more and more of Jim’s handsome phallus into her 
mouth to achieve as much penetration as possible.

Mark elapsed the kneeling woman at the waist and moved forward, aligning 
his outthrust spear with her glittering pink labia. Thrusting forward, he 
shoved his turgid, lust-bloated prick into the delightfully wet pink 
tunnel.

“Ahhhh!” the young man emitted a sigh of satisfaction as he felt wet 
feminine meat clinging to his raging penis in loving fashion.

“Mmmmmmm!” Beth groaned with a mixture of excitement and discomfort as 
she found herself trapped between the two hotly virile, elongated pricks. 
Thoroughly soaked in her saliva, Jim’s pounding manhood completely filled 
her mouth and penetrated nearly to her throat. At the same time, Mark’s 
hot, hard teenage cock was providing her vagina with the type of dilation 
that would make any woman drool. The double penetration made Beth feel 
deliciously naughty and whore-like, and she reacted accordingly.

“Isn’t this something?” Jim remarked from his position on the floor. “We 
got ole Miss Dietrich coming and going!”

“Yeah, let’s give her a real double creaming!” Mark said as he began 
thrusting and pumping back and forth from his position at Beth’s rear.

“Mmmmm!! Mmmmmmmm!” Caught between the two husky masculine lances, Beth 
found herself becoming progressively more and more aroused. Although forced
to stop occasionally to swallow her rapidly accumulating saliva, the 
promiscuous woman sucked longingly on Jim’s rigidly twitching cock, turning
and twisting her head so that she could feel it inside her mouth at every 
conceivable angle. At the same time, Mark’s pumping movements inspired her 
to shake her curvaceous buttocks in various directions, while 
simultaneously clutching and snapping with her cuntal walls.

“Boy, we really got her going now!” Jim remarked as he started to jerk 
his pelvis reflexively in response to the comely teacher’s tantalizing oral
caresses. , “We sure do!” Mark agreed. Beginning to pump with more vigor, 
the young man leaned forward and took advantage of the opportunity to 
manually fondle Beth’s dangling breasts. He could sense the erotic tension 
in the two full mounds and crisp nipples.

“Mmmmmm! Uhhhhhhh!” Beth wished she could say something, but Jim’s turgid
prick made that quite impossible and she was compelled to emit animal-like 
sounds that clearly betrayed her deep arousal.

Squirming and writhing with passionate torment, the brunette fellatrix 
did everything but swallow the young man’s madly pounding cock and managed 
to work it in nearly to her throat. While her saliva constantly bathed and 
soaked the masculine intruder, her bubbly girl juices performed the same 
function with Mark’s thrusting shaft.

“Man, is she ever eating it!” Jim exclaimed, astonished at seeing so much
of his throbbing maleness disappear into the comely teacher’s greedy mouth.

No longer holding himself back, Mark began plunging back and forth from 
the rear while at the same time his hands lewdly toyed with and manipulated
Beth’s highly sensitized breasts. After each forceful thrust forward, he 
drew back until just the crown of his almost aching prick was inside the 
lush tunnel and then thrust forward in a hard, commanding fashion. Beth 
responded to the powerful thrusts with frantic twitches of her pelvis, and 
could feel overpowering orgasmic forces beginning to build up from deep 
within her steaming vagina.

“Wow, I can’t stand much more of this!” Jim remarked as he jerked his 
pelvis with quickening thrusts.

“Okay, let’s give her a double creaming!” Mark suggested, pumping all the
harder.

The young man slammed forward with everything he had and sent his hot 
semen cascading into Beth’s receptive vagina. At the same time, Jim arched 
his back sharply and exploded inside the pretty teacher’s mouth with 
voluminous bursts of thick cream. As the murky masculine fluids splattered 
all over the insides of her mouth and trickled down her throat, Beth could 
simultaneously feel hot surges deep into her vagina.

“Wowee!” the two young men cried out exultantly and almost 
simultaneously.

“MMMMM!!! Uhhhhhh!” The bizarre double creaming unleashed the full storm 
of Beth’s impending climax, and her entire body dissolved in convulsive 
shudders and breathless, animal-like cries of sheer sexual intoxication. 
Released by the two young men, the emotionally drained woman lay in a heap 
on the floor trying to recover what was left of her sanity.

“What are we going to do with her next?” Jim asked.

“Why don’t we make her stand in the corner while we have a smoke?” Mark 
suggested. “That’s a good place for a teacher!”

Laughing, the two teenagers lifted the breathless woman to her feet and 
escorted her over to the corner.

Attired only in her garter belt and stockings and feeling more than a 
little foolish, Beth stood meekly in the corner with her face to the wall 
looking more like a naughty schoolgirl than a schoolteacher. Laughing and 
smoking, the two naked teenagers kept a close watch on her.

“Never thought I’d see a teacher standing in the corner!” Jim remarked 
with a laugh.

“Never thought I’d spank a teacher!” Mark added.

“That reminds me,” Jim replied. “I wish I knew where that hairbrush of 
hers was!”

“Just use your hand,” Mark told him. “It’s better to feel that bare flesh
against your hand anyway!”

The conversation made Beth quite uneasy, but she remained standing meekly
in the corner. When the two boys finished their cigarettes, Jim got up and 
walked over to the embarrassed woman.

“Come on, teach,” the young man said with an amused grin. “It’s time we 
got some color back into that bottom of yours!”

“No, please, that isn’t necessary.” Beth pleaded although she made no 
attempt to resist. “I’ll do anything you say!”

Ignoring her pleas, Jim seated himself on a straight chair and pulled the
shapely brunette face down over his lap. Her pigtails hanging to the floor 
and trying to keep her nylon-clad legs together, Beth reached back with one
hand in an effort to protect her still sensitive bottom. However, Jim 
quickly grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the small of her back.

“Okay, teacher, it’s time for your spanking!” he told her, his eyes 
fastened on Beth’s rotund, deliciously quivering buttocks.

Smack! Jim’s hand swooped down and landed squarely upon Beth’s plush, 
satiny bottom with a loud plop!

“Owww!” Beth cried out, her stocking feet flying up toward her thighs. 
With her hand she instinctively tried to protect her posterior, but Jim 
easily held her in a completely vulnerable position. “Don’t! Please! It 
hurts!”

Smack! Whack! Slap! Obviously relishing the unusual opportunity to 
chastise a teacher, especially one who had mistreated him in similar 
fashion, Jim went to work with noisy smacks of his open hand while Mark 
watched with interest. As the young man’s hand re-kindled the fires in her 
rotund bottom, Beth was quickly reduced to tears and wound up kicking and 
squirming like a schoolgirl.

“Owww! Ouch! Please! Ouch! It hurts!” Beth pleaded between cries of pain.
“Don’t! That’s enough! A woman’s bottom is so… Ouch!

Owww! Nooooo!”

Slap! Whack! Smack! Smacking first one spacious buttock and then the 
other, Jim tried to keep the color scheme even as Beth’s bottom quickly 
went from pink white to bright rose. Her stockinged legs kicked prettily 
back and forth, revealing flashes of pink meat and brown hair, while at the
same time the tearful woman squirmed and tossed in a futile effort to avoid
the punishing smacks.

“Owww! Ouch! Owwww!” Beth gasped, her bottom burning and smarting 
furiously. “Owwww! Don’t! Oh, please! Please, it hurts so much! So much! 
Owwwww!”

Despite Beth’s heartfelt pleas for pardon, Jim did not stop until his 
victim’s buttocks were the color of a bright summer sunset and she was 
sobbing heavily. Although her vision was blurred by her tears, Beth could 
discern that the excitement of the spanking had given both boys pounding 
erections.

“What do you say we trade places this time?” Jim suggested to his friend.
“You give it to her in the mouth while I plug it to her from the rear!”

“Sounds okay to me!” Mark said with a grin.

“M-may I-I m-m-make a s-s-suggestion?” Beth managed to stammer through 
her tears.

“Sure. What?” Mark asked, a tinge of surprise in his voice.

“O-o-one of you p-put it in my p-pussy,” Beth suggested, blushing hotly 
at the wanton idea she was about to propose. “And the other in my b-butt?”

“What?” both boys were clearly flabbergasted by the wild idea.

“It won’t work,” Mark said. “Our dicks are too big for your ass!”

“W-well, let’s try it!” Beth persisted.

“If she wants to try it, I say let’s try it!” Jim said. “What do we got 
to lose?”

“Well, okay!” Mark agreed. “Here, I’ll stretch out on the floor!”

As the young man stretched out supine in the floor, Beth hastily knelt on
top of him with her legs spread apart. Grasping his stiffly erect joystick 
in her hand, she guided it between her juicy cuntal lips and started 
setting down on it. As the turgid masculine pole dilated her vaginal 
tunnel, the excited older woman leaned forward into a semi-prone position 
on top of him.

“Okay, Jim, get behind her!” Mark said.

“Do it slow! Do it slow!” Beth said, excitedly looking back over her 
shoulder at the upright masculine spear that was soon going to impale her.

Jim moved into a kneeling position behind her, and employed his fingers 
to spread her bottom- cheeks apart. Catching sight of the tiny pink target,
he moved forward with his jutting erection maneuvering into position.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Beth was gasping loudly in anticipation of her first 
browning. “Ooh! Not too fast! Not too hard!

Oh! Oh! Ooooh!” With one masculine harpoon already planted in her, the 
highly aroused woman was wriggling with coital thrusts.

Jim made the final alignment and thrust forward with a virile lunge.

“Yeow!” Beth screamed with pain and ecstasy as Jim’s massive cock crown 
opened up her smallest channel.

Partially losing his balance, the young man fell forward on top of her, 
squeezing her between the two naked, hard masculine bodies and driving his 
turgid prick deeper into her anal canal.

“Owww! Owwwww!” Beth squealed. “Oh, my God! Owww! Owwwww!” Although the 
pain was intense, the promiscuous schoolteacher knew that it was exactly 
what she needed to satisfy the masochistic hungers that were wracking her 
body.

“God, you’re right! I can’t believe it!” Jim somewhat breathlessly 
remarked. “Your ass is ten times as tight as your cunt!”

“Can you feel Mark’s prick? Can you feel it?” Beth asked excitedly, 
glancing back over her shoulder with a distraught look on her pretty face. 
“Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, I can feel it all right,” Jim replied, resting with about three 
inches of his pounding cock residing in the attractive teacher’s rectal 
tunnel.

“Two pricks in me at once! Two pricks in me at once!” Beth exclaimed. “I 
can’t believe it! Mark, can you feel Jim’s prick in me? Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, I can feel it all right!” Mark replied, his tone of voice 
indicating that he was more than a little surprised by the maidenly 
schoolteacher’s depravity and desire for sexual debasement.

After pausing for a few moments, Jim thrust forward once again to dilate 
Beth’s anal canal to the absolute maximum.

“Owwwww!” Beth’s scream revealed a tortured mixture of physical anguish 
and sexual arousal. “Oh, my God, you’re tearing me apart! Two pricks at 
once!”

Jim lay triumphantly atop the struggling threesome with his madly 
throbbing, bone-hard prick planted deeply in the older woman’s rear end. 
Separated only by the thin membrane, the two hot, hard teenage cocks took 
up all the available space and then some, producing a feeling of intense 
pressure and dilation throughout Beth’s entire genital region. As a result,
her clitoris was enjoying much more stimulation than would be provided by 
ordinary intercourse.

“Two pricks! I can’t believe it! Oh, my god!” Beth exclaimed, wriggling 
between the two young men’s hard masculine bodies. “Start pumping! Please!”

“Okay!” the two teenagers replied.

Jim began first, thrusting back and forth with a deliberately restrained 
fashion that of itself would have been sufficient to send the oversexed 
woman into ecstasy. But in addition, Mark began pumping with motions that 
complemented those of his partner, squeezing Beth in a vise of thrusting 
masculine bodies. And at the same time two pairs of masculine hands roamed 
at will over her body, lewdly tormenting her in every possible way.

“Oh! Oh, my!” Beth gasped, squirming as much as she could in the middle 
of the human sandwich. “Two pricks! Two pricks! Oh, I’m in heaven!” The 
initial pain of the sodomostic penetration had all been converted into 
masochistic pleasure, and the highly aroused woman quickly found herself 
achieving new realms of erotic intoxication. Her breasts felt incredibly 
taut and her magic button was humming like a high tension line. “Oh, my! 
Oh! Ooooh! Oooh, it’s so… ”

“Boy, you’re tight!” Jim remarked. “C’mon, Mark, let’s give it to her!”

“Okay!” Mark replied, thrusting his hips upward against the two other 
participants.

The two young men began pumping with progressively faster strokes. Caught
between them and completely at their mercy, Beth wriggled as much as she 
could and began breathing with loud, passionate gasps. Hot gushes of girl 
juice flooded her overheated pussy and thoroughly bathed Mark’s thrusting 
prick with their hot, syrupy oils. At times the overwrought woman feared 
that the two hotly charging masculine pistons would rip through the thin 
membrane that separated them, and at times the pressure became almost 
unbearable.

“Ohhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!” Beth repeated gasped. “Oh, it’s so… so… Ohhh! 
It’s… Ohhhhhh!” Never quite able to finish the sentences that she 
continually began, Beth found herself succumbing to total sexual 
abandonment. At times fleeting thoughts crossed her mind that what she was 
doing was incredibly perverse and debased, but her physical exhilaration of
the moment enabled her to suppress them. “Oooh! Oh, it’s…

Oh, my! Ahhhh! Oooooooooh!”

By this time, both young men were pumping with hard, almost punishing, 
strokes. As Jim thrust and rammed from the top, Mark bucked and jerked 
beneath them with all the force he could muster.

Squashed and at times nearly crushed between their struggling bodies, 
Beth felt as if she were going to explode. Her clitoris felt afire and the 
multitude of raw physical sensations produced by the two rapidly charging 
masculine weapons left her mind quite paralyzed and unable to absorb what 
was happening to her.

“Give it to her, Jim!” Mark cried out from his position below the other 
two. “She’s gonna’ go off like a bomb!”

“Okay! Okay!” Jim breathlessly agreed.

“Ohhhh! Ahhh! Oh, I… ” Beth was beside herself. This can’t be me, this 
can’t be happening to me, she told herself in one of her few lucid moments.
“Ooooh! Oooooh! Oh, my! Oooh! Ahhhh!!”

Mark began arching his back and lifting his hips high off the bed, 
raising the other two upward and setting the stage for a powerful downward 
thrust by his companion. At times, Beth could almost feel ripping 
sensations deep inside her as the two lust-bloated, rigid slabs of 
masculine meat pounded her at various angles. Totally distraught and nearly
in hysterics, she could feel her impending orgasm approaching with the 
force of a tornado. Lightning-like flashes tore through her body and a hot 
rain of feminine juices poured from her hotly burning pussy.

“Ooooh! I’mmmmmm cummin… ” Beth never finished the sentence.

Attacking like a dive bomber Jim threw himself downward and erupted in 
her anal canal with hot bursts of masculine cream. At the same time, Mark 
thrust with all his might in the opposite direction and sent his virile 
fluids jetting into her with geyser-like effect. Assaulted by the 
simultaneous double creaming, the brunette schoolteacher dissolved in the 
hysteria of a multiple orgasm.

“Ahhhhh! Ooooooh! Ahhhhhhhh!” Breathless, gasping and crying with sexual 
relief, Beth found herself wallowing in the sinful pleasures she was 
enjoying. Their intensity permitted her to suppress the fleeting thought 
that she had become a totally debauched woman.

CHAPTER SIX

His appetite for bizarre sexual experiences whetted by his initial 
experience with Beth Dietrich, Horace Crandall was not about to release her
from the blackmail he had imposed upon her. And for that reason, Beth once 
again found herself seated uneasily in the vice principal’s office with the
door closed.

“It’s time we had another date!” he told the young woman with a knowing 
smile, handing her an envelope as he had done on the first occasion. “This 
time I have a special surprise for you!”

Beth did not reply. The submissive side of her personality was gradually 
becoming predominant, and she found herself morally too weak to resist the 
perverse excitement he was promising her. At the same time, she realized he
was blackmailing her and would do so indefinitely if she did not stand up 
to him.

“Shall we say seven o’clock, Miss Dietrich?” Horace Crandall asked in a 
deceptively pleasant voice.

“Whatever you say,” Beth replied in a resigned manner.

“By the way, there will be another party with me!” the older man informed
her. “But don’t be concerned. It’s quite all right.”

Beth sat stunned. She wanted to protest but words failed her. Who in the 
world would he bring along to such an affair?

Several hours later Beth had her answer. Attired in the special 
punishment uniform specified in the written instructions she had been 
given, Beth embarrassedly opened the door to find Horace Crandall 
accompanied by a comely eighteen-year- old pupil whom she instantly 
recognized. Both females were obviously staggered by the sight of each 
other, and hands flew to two opened mouths.

“Miss Dietrich, I believe you know Connie Blair,” Horace Crandall spoke 
with a mischievous grin.

“Y-yes!” Beth replied, gulping and blushing furiously. He’s got to be 
crazy to get a student mixed up in something like this, she told herself, 
instantly forgetting her own affairs with impressionable teenagers. And 
what does he want another girl for? The idea that the third participant 
might be another female had never occurred to the twenty-eight-year-old 
teacher. How embarrassing for her to see me like this!

“And, of course, you know Miss Dietrich,” Horace Crandall said with a 
tone of underlying sarcasm as he turned to his shapely blonde companion.

“Yes,” Connie replied in a small voice. The cute teenager could not 
refrain from staring with fascination at the older woman who stood before 
her attired in pigtails, diaphanous white blouse that clearly revealed the 
absence of a brassiere or other undergarment, short and pleated red skirt 
that failed to cover the reinforced portions of her black stockings and 
high heeled patent leather pumps.

Beth unwillingly allowed the two of them to enter and carefully closed 
the door behind them. “Horace, I mean Mr. Crandall, I don’t think this… 
this girl should be here,” Beth spoke, trying to convey as much seriousness
as she could.

“On the contrary, it’s quite appropriate for her to be here,” Horace 
Crandall replied, seating himself on the couch. “For she, like yourself, 
has been quite a naughty girl!”

Connie blushed warmly and lowered her eyes at the last remark. The 
attractive blonde teenager was attired in a pink cashmere sweater, white 
pleated skirt that ended just above her knees, white ankle socks and saddle
shoes. She was wearing her blonde hair in a bouffant style that looked 
quite sophisticated, although her appearance was nevertheless quite 
youthful and tender.

“That’s no reason for her to be here!” Beth continued to protest. “People
will find out… ”

“I’m sure Connie is going to be very discreet,” Horace Crandall replied. 
“After all, she wouldn’t want others to find out her shameful secret!”

Connie became quite flushed and bit her lip anxiously, daring an 
embarrassed look at Beth and quickly lowering her eyes. Beth easily 
surmised that the young girl was not exactly a voluntary visitor, and was 
undoubtedly another victim of Horace Crandall’s blackmailing tactics. 
However, she wasn’t the least bit sure she wanted to ask what the exact 
nature of Connie’s offense had been. It had to be rather serious for the 
present circumstances to exist.

“This is going too far,” Beth went on. “I don’t think she should… ”

“Bring the hairbrush!” Horace Crandall bellowed in an authoritative 
voice.

Beth’s knees buckled. “Please, not in front of her!” she gasped in a 
horrified voice.

‘Bring the hairbrush this instant!” Horace repeated in the same tone of 
voice.

Beth meekly retreated to the coffee table, where the solid wooden 
hairbrush had been placed in anticipation of the session.

“Mr. Crandall, please, not in front of her!” Beth pleaded, blushing a 
vivid magenta. “Not in front of her!” The hapless schoolteacher was nearly 
in tears as she abjectly surrendered the instrument of punishment to her 
oppressor. “Oh, no!” she gasped in despair as he quickly pulled her face 
down over his lap in the exquisitely juvenile position that was so 
humiliating.

At first uncomprehending, young Connie Blair’s eyes opened wide in 
astonishment and she quickly clasped one hand over her opened mouth.

“No, please, not in front of her!” Beth protested as her red skirt was 
quickly flipped up to reveal feminine curves enhanced by black panties and 
shapely, stocking-clad legs.

As if he had every right in the world to do so, Horace Crandall wasted no
time hooking his fingers into the waistband of Beth’s nylon panties.

“Oh, no, don’t watch! It’s shameful!” Beth pleaded with the youthful 
witness, who of course could not refrain from simply staring at the bizarre
scene.

In a few moments Beth’s panties were hanging down inside out below the 
tops of her black stockings, and her spacious, generously proportioned 
buttocks were sticking up higher than the rest of her body. Squirming and 
flexing and puckering in agonized expectation of the spanking to come, Beth
was horribly aware of Connie’s presence and the way the young teenager was 
simply staring at her in awe.

“Oh, not in front of her! Oh, this is terrible!” Beth protested.

Smack! Horace Crandall wasted no time going to work with the hard backed 
hairbrush.

“Yeow!” Beth squealed, her pigtails flying and high heeled pumps swinging
in a wide arc.

The hairbrush splatted noisily as it flattened resilient feminine flesh 
and quickly converted its color from pink white to rosy scarlet. Yelping 
and quickly breaking down into tears of pain and shame, Beth wriggled 
furiously and repeatedly kicked her stocking-clad legs back and forth in a 
wildly repetitive pattern. A look of deep shame and distress on her tearful
face, Beth continually looked over her shoulder in obvious concern for the 
safety of her smarting bottom.

“Ouch! Please! Owww!! Oh, no! Stop!” the anguished teacher pleaded 
between howls of distress. “Ouch!

Please! Not in front of her! Ow! Oh boo hoo hoo!”

Connie Blair watched the spectacle with amazement and other feelings. For
the shapely blonde teenager had been caught by Mr. Crandall introducing a 
young freshman girl to the forbidden delights of Lesbos, and was therefore 
the type that could definitely be physically stimulated by the performance 
the unhappy Beth was putting on for her. Indeed, her eyes brightened and 
she naughtily skimmed her tongue over her full, sensuous lips each time the
attractive teacher flashed her a provocative glimpse of pink juicy cuntal 
folds.

“Owww! Stop, please! I’m burning up!” Beth pleaded between hot, salty 
tears. “Ouch! I can’t take it!

Ooooooh!”

Whack! Smack! Slap! Fully enjoying every detail of the sound spanking. 
Horace Crandall applied the hairbrush all over and from every angle. When 
at last he finally stopped, Beth’s buttocks were as red as a stop light and
the attractive brunette woman was sobbing her heart out.

“All right, it’s over to the corner with you!” he announced, getting to 
his feet and forcefully marching the weeping teacher to the corner.

“Oww! Oww! Oh!” Beth cried out as Horace Crandall employed the back of 
the brush to make her step even more lively.

Finally, Beth stood in disgrace in the corner holding her bright red 
skirt up to reveal her equally bright red posterior. His erection jutting 
noticeably against the front of his slacks, Horace Crandall stood for a 
moment to enjoy the spectacle and then abruptly turned his attentions to 
toothsome young Connie Blair.

“All right, young lady, now it’s your turn!” he announced, stepping 
toward her.

“Oh, no!” Connie gasped, realizing only at the last second that she was 
not immune from the extraordinary discipline. “Oh, no, please!”

“Oh, yes!” Horace Crandall mocked her. Grabbing the cute blonde by the 
wrist, he quickly began escorting her to the couch.

“Please, no! Not that!” Connie protested, genuine alarm written all over 
her pretty face. The cute teenager shuddered as she darted a quick glance 
at Beth’s scarlet buttocks. “Oh, please! Noooo!”

Horace Crandall was strong enough to easily handle the reluctant 
teenager. Seating himself on the couch, he easily pulled her face down over
his lap with her right hand twisted into the small of her back.

“Oh, no!” Connie howled as she suddenly found herself helplessly held in 
the horribly juvenile position.

“Please, I’m too old for this! Please! Don’t!”

Without further ado, Horace Crandall began gathering up Connie’s pleated 
white skirt, revealing bare shapely legs and creamy thighs and a cutely 
rotund teenage bottom encased in form-fitting pink nylon panties.

“Oh, don’t, no!” Connie pleaded as she glanced back to see her panties on
view. The hotly embarrassed girl attempted to struggle, but the older man 
was much too strong for her. “Please, I’m embarrassed! Please!”

Pausing for a moment to admire the scenery, Horace Crandall extended his 
fingers lasciviously into the waistband of the young girl’s panties.

“Oh, no!” Connie screamed as she realized that she was about to undergo 
the supreme humiliation of having her panties lowered by masculine hands. 
“Oh, no, don’t take them down! No! Oooooooh!”

Accompanied by a wail of despair and self-pity from their owner, Connie’s
little pink panties came down to reveal exquisitely beautiful teenage 
buttocks. The two downy soft, satiny mounds were girlishly full and 
possessed a delicate pink-white color that made them quite irresistible. 
His eyes drinking in the lush feminine contours, Horace Crandall carefully 
pulled the wispy panties down nearly to the girl’s knees.

“Oooooh! No! This is terrible!” Connie moaned with humiliation as she 
felt the warm room breeze wafting against her precious bottom while 
masculine eyes greedily feasted on her shameful exposure. “I’ve never been 
spanked in my entire life!” the shapely teenager wailed.

“In that case, it’s long overdue!” Horace Crandall spoke in a judicial 
tone of voice.

From her position of disgrace in the corner, Beth could not refrain from 
glancing back at the spectacle on the couch. Although she sympathized with 
Connie’s plight, it was a relief to have a fellow sufferer and she felt a 
rising sense of excitement at the prospects of witnessing a spanking.

Smack! The first smack of the hairbrush landed squarely across the 
crevice of Connie Blair’s tender buttocks.

“OWWW!” The shapely teenager squealed with pain and surprise as the 
hairbrush made its initial impact on her exposed posterior. Blonde curls 
flying, she bucked up sharply on the older man’s lap and had to be forcibly
restrained. “No, don’t, it hurts!” she gasped in a shocked voice.

Smack! Whack! Holding the solid hairbrush in a firm grip, Horace Crandall
went to work initiating the young girl’s ripe, delightfully spacious 
buttocks. Each application produced a loud wail of pain and distress from 
the cute teenager, who did everything she could to evade the hard brush 
that was setting her cute bottom afire.

In but a few moments her buttocks were a bright red on both sides and the
hapless girl had been reduced to tears.

“Owww! Oooh, this is awful! Arrrr! Owww! Ooooooh! Please! Please! Please,
it hurts something awful!”

Connie tearfully pleaded between tears. “Ouch! Oww! Ooooooh! Oh, no, this
is awful!”

Smack! Splat! Whack! During the next few minutes, Connie demonstrated 
that shapely bare legs adorned with bobby socks and saddles could kick just
as merrily, and just as hard and wide, as those attired in nylons and high 
heels. Easily holding the struggling, crying and distraught girl on his 
lap, Horace Crandall applied the brush unmercifully to Connie’s exposed 
flesh. From her position in the corner, Beth shuddered repeatedly as she 
stared at the sight of tender feminine buttocks absorbing so much heat and 
pain.

“Owwww! Ooooooh! Please, I’ll do anything! I can’t stand it!” Connie 
babbled hysterically. “Please! Please!

Anything but this!”

“Very well, young lady, you shall have your wish,” Horace Crandall 
announced, setting aside the hairbrush.

“First of all, I want you to take off every stitch!”

Released from the older man’s grip, Connie Blair jumped to her feet and 
immediately went into a war dance.

Tears streaming down her eyes, she began stamping around the room with 
her skirt up so that both hands could offer consolation to her scalding 
buttocks. Bemused by the spectacle she was making of herself, Horace 
Crandall leaned back and made no attempt to interfere for the next couple 
of minutes.

“All right, young lady, I think that’s enough of that!” he finally told 
her. “Now take off your clothes!”

Blushing hotly and obviously quite distressed, Connie pulled off her pink
cashmere sweater to reveal a nicely filled white half-bra that stood out 
vividly against her bare flesh. Kicking off her saddle shoes and bobby 
socks and stepping out of her already lowered panties, she removed her 
pleated white skirt and tossed it aside. Making a feeble attempt to cover 
her wheat-colored pubic nest, the comely teenager stood naked and ashamed 
before her captor.

Horace Crandall could feel his blood racing as he gazed at the shapely 
adolescent’s generous assortment of feminine curves. Standing up, he made 
no attempt to conceal the bulging erection in the front of his slacks.

“All right, young lady, stretch out on the couch on your back!” he 
directed the naked girl.

Watching from the corner, Beth anxiously wondered what he had in mind. 
The sight of another female, completely nude, was more than a little 
disconcerting, and she tried not to think about what that might mean for 
her.

“Please, don’t hurt me!” Connie pleaded as she obediently stretched out 
supine on the couch.

“Don’t worry,” Horace assured her. “Now knees up and apart!” he directed,
his eyes focusing on the deliciously pink cuntal slit that came into view 
as the embarrassed girl complied with his instructions. There was a light 
film of feminine dew over the entire area, giving it a glittering 
appearance that was quite vivid.

The older man lewdly dipped one forefinger into the sticky tangle and 
then licked it appreciatively. “Mmmm, delicious!” he remarked, licking his 
lips.

He thereupon turned abruptly and walked over to the corner, where Beth 
was still standing in penance.

“Now, you can undress too,” he told her. “Everything but your stockings 
and garter belt!”

“What are you planning?” Beth could not refrain from asking with alarm as
she peeled off her white blouse.

“You’ll see,” Horace replied quietly, watching her disrobe with obvious 
interest.

In a few moments, the attractive teacher was wearing nothing but her 
black stockings and garter belt.

Horace began escorting her over to the couch.

“Come on, I want you two to get better acquainted!” he told the reluctant
woman.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Beth asked in an obviously alarmed 
voice. She was trying to hold back without appearing to resist.

“Come on!” Horace Crandall urged.

Although she tried not to look, Beth could not refrain from staring 
curiously at Connie’s lewdly displayed feminine charms. Still tearful from 
her spanking and obviously quite embarrassed, the young teenager 
nevertheless made no attempt to cover herself up.

“All right, Miss Dietrich, I think you know what you have to do!” Horace 
Crandall announced. As he spoke, he pointed with his forefinger toward 
Connie’s wantonly displayed pussy.

“Oooooooooh!” Emitting a horrified scream, Beth clasped her hand over her
mouth and stared in horror and disgust at the older man. Her knees buckled 
so much that for a moment it appeared that she might lose her balance.

“Go on!” Horace demanded, an almost fiendish look of excitement on his 
face.

“Oh, no!” Beth exclaimed with mounting horror. “Not with another girl! 
Not with another girl! Oh, no, please!

That’s too far out! No, not that! Anything but that! Please, I couldn’t! 
I just couldn’t!”

The horrified woman tried to back away, but Horace Crandall held her with
her arm twisted behind her back.

“Go on!” he commanded, pushing her forward despite her obvious 
reluctance. “Eat pussy! Eat it!”

A naughty look of excitement on her face, Connie watched the struggle 
with obvious enjoyment. The cute teenager spread her shapely legs even more
wantonly apart, indicating that she had no objection to the lewd caresses 
that Horace Crandall was insisting upon.

“Oh, how can you?” Beth protested, tears of distress trickling down her 
cheeks as she gazed with revulsion at the pink cuntal slit so brazenly 
displayed before her. “Oh, please, I’m not… Oh, how could you even think of
something like this?”

“Eat it! Eat pussy!” Horace Crandall demanded, punctuating his commands 
with brisk smacks across Beth’s spank reddened bottom.

“Ow! Ouch! Oh, no!” Beth squealed, her full breasts jouncing 
provocatively as she twisted in an effort to evade the crisp spanks. “No! 
No! No!”

“I guess my pussy isn’t good enough for her!” Connie said with an amused 
giggle.

“It’s good enough for her!” Horace Crandall replied, continuing to smack 
the hapless schoolteacher’s spacious rump with his open hand. “Go on! Eat 
pussy!”

“Oh, noooooooo!” Beth wailed as she involuntarily knelt on the couch at 
Connie’s ankles. The miserable woman hastily looked around the room, as if 
searching for some miracle that would save her from the revolting task 
ahead, and then cast an absolutely martyred look at her masculine 
oppressor. “Oh, please don’t!” she begged in a piteous voice, tears 
streaming down her cheeks.

“Eat pussy!” Horace Crandall demanded.

Deeply shamefaced and humiliated beyond description, Beth Dietrich 
surrendered and tearfully lowered her face into Connie’s wheat-colored 
muff. As wet tangly hairs brushed against her brushing face and pungent 
feminine aromas assailed her nostrils, the distraught schoolteacher 
extended her pink tongue and flicked it along the juicy coral slit. She had
never felt so totally degraded in her life.

“Mmmmmm!” Connie moaned naughtily at the obscene caress, and with her 
tongue skimming her pink lips worked her pelvis back and forth with erotic 
thrusts.

“That’s the way!” Horace Crandalle congratulated the cunnilingus 
initiate. “Make her come! You got to keep doing it until you make her 
come!”

“Ooooohhhh!” Beth gasped with horror at the revolting words.

Although every fiber of her being told her that she should resist 
performing the detestable act, Beth did not lift her blushing face from the
fluffy and moistly sticky grotto that she was worshipping in total 
debasement.

Moving her pink tongue up and down the pink cleft, she began tasting 
feminine dew for the first time in her life and could sense the young 
girl’s pleased responses to her intimate caresses. Her face pressed tightly
against the wet triangle, she began working her tongue between the two 
petulantly plump outer folds.

“Ooooh, wow!” Connie exclaimed in a soft but ecstatic voice. “Never 
thought I’d get eaten by a teacher!”

Horace Crandall was watching the obscene Lesbian performance with 
fascinated intensity, and without really thinking about what he was doing 
began removing his clothes. Like most men, he was quite fascinated by 
Lesbian activities and the very sight of Beth kneeling in oral servitude 
before the shapely young girl was enough to make his cock pound furiously. 
As he peeled off his shorts, Connie’s eyes widened with shock and disbelief
at the sight of his jutting erection.

“Oh, my!” the cute teenager gasped, clasping one hand over her mouth.

Thoroughly aware of Horace’s masculine presence, Beth was more than a 
little surprised and shaken by the sexual stimulation she was beginning to 
experience. Horrified to discover that she must surely possess strongly 
latent Lesbian tendencies, the maidenly teacher kept telling herself that 
she was really being forced to perform that degrading act and would never 
do so of her own accord. “Oh, wow, it feels good! So good!”

Connie exclaimed in a rapturous voice. The attractive teenager 
continually arched her back and twisted her hips with sensuous movements, 
alternately biting her lip and skimming her pink tongue around in imitation
of the linqual caresses. “I’m in heaven! I feel so creamy! Mmmmm! Ooooh!”

“Oh, wow! Ohhh! Ohhhhh! Oh, this feels good!” Connie purred like a 
satisfied kitten. “Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, I’ve never been this creamy before!”

Becoming more deeply shamed but equally more aroused with each passing 
moment, Beth feasted on the young girl’s wet muff with a lewd abandon that 
dismayed her as well as the others. Though breathless and at times feeling 
as if she were simply going to drown in girl juice, she kept her face 
tightly glued against the hot, wet delta and flicked her tongue up and down
with clearly audible slurping sounds.

“Ooooh! Ooooooh!” Connie’s pleased gasps were becoming more intense and 
the cute blonde teenager was squirming in a manner that Beth would 
ordinarily have found quite sinful. “Oh, wow, this is something! Oooh, my!”

Horace Crandall could stand his spectator role no longer. With his rigid 
cock absolutely pounding with masculine vigor, he hastily knelt on the 
couch behind Beth. Moving forward, he elapsed her at the waist with both 
hands and sliced his bone-hard, madly pounding prick into her deliciously 
wet vaginal tunnel.

“Ooooooh!” Beth gasped as the bayonet-like thrust left her impaled on the
turgid masculine harpoon.

“Oh, wow, this is really something!” Connie exclaimed as she observed the
older man moving into the doglike position behind her female lover of the 
moment.

Leaning forward and lewdly fondling Beth’s full breasts with both hands, 
Horace Crandall began fucking with vigorous masculine thrusts. Caught 
between the two of them, Beth excitedly kept her face buried against 
Connie’s creamy pussy and concentrated on her taut clitoris with her busy 
tongue. At the same time, she responded to Horace Crandall’s thrusts by 
undulating her hips in a circular fashion. Bubbly feminine honey from her 
overheated pussy quickly began lubricating Horace’s gliding prick in the 
Same manner that Connie’s girl juices were inundating her face.

“Ooooh, wow! Ooooh! Ooooooh! I’m going out of my mind!” Connie cried out 
in an overwrought voice. “Oh, wow, I never thought… Ooooh! Ooooooh!”

“Mmmmmmmmmm!” Beth found herself in a torment of sexual exhilaration and 
degradation. As Connie’s wet girl meat thoroughly bathed her face in the 
most perverse fashion imaginable, Horace Crandall’s rigid prong rammed and 
banged with thrusts that nearly made her swoon. The young schoolteacher was
totally dismayed that her Lesbian humiliation could provoke such an intense
sexual response. Her vaginal walls began grabbing and snapping at Horace’s 
rapidly plunging shaft with movements that were instinctive but totally 
uncontrollable.

“Oh, I’m cummmmmm… ” Connie screamed ecstatically as she succumbed to the
Lesbian induced orgasm.

Caught in a tight vise between Connie’s lush thighs, Beth could not 
escape the avalanche of feminine honey that accompanied the cute blonde’s 
orgasm. Gurgling and slurping on the flood, the older woman found herself 
giving way to a climax that was even more intense than her feminine 
partner’s. As Horace Crandall rammed forward with all his might and shot 
his spunk into her enflamed pussy with hot bursts, Beth surrendered 
completely and found herself experiencing an orgasm that resembled a fourth
of July fireworks demonstration.

“Oooooooh!” One long, ecstatic moan followed another as the attractive 
teacher wantonly allowed herself to wallow in the lewd combination of 
heterosexual intercourse and Lesbian perversion. Vivid flashes of raw 
sensuous pleasure cascaded through her entire body, leaving her emotionally
drained and unable to think clearly.

“Oh, wow, what a cum!” Connie spoke with adolescent enthusiasm. “What a 
cum! My pussy never got that creamy before! Wow, I can’t believe it!”

As Horace Crandall withdrew from the rear, Beth collapsed on the couch 
and fought to regain her breath.

Gasping and trying not to think about what had happened, she attempted to
keep her eyes averted from the glistening girl bush which she had just 
worshipped in total debauchery. But try as she might, the maidenly 
schoolteacher could not refrain from staring with fascination at the tangle
of wet, wheat-colored hair and the bright pink feminine gash in its midst.

“Now can I…?” Connie addressed the unfinished question at Horace Crandall
although her eyes were fixed directly on Beth’s brunette triangle.

“Of course!” Horace Crandall replied, his voice registering amusement 
that the young girl would even bother to ask.

“No, don’t let her!” Beth protested as her masculine oppressor motioned 
for her to stretch out in a supine position. “Don’t let her! It’s not 
natural!” Her just ended experience had made her even more fearful of her 
latent Lesbian tendencies, and the apprehensive schoolteacher wanted to nip
that inclination in the bud.

“Go on!” Horace Crandall demanded, continuing to motion with his hand for
her to stretch out on her back.

Despite her conscious opposition, Beth felt weak and helpless to resist. 
I’m just a sex slave, she helplessly told herself. I have no choice. I’m 
too weak to fight it. But it’s so shameful and degrading! It makes me feel 
so unclean! Oh, I’m such a weakling! Oh, how can he do this to us? Women 
shouldn’t do such things!

Filled with thoughts of guilt and self-worthless- ness, the brunette 
schoolteacher stretched out supine with her shapely, stocking-clad legs 
drawn back and open with invitation. The look of loving admiration and 
feminine desire that appeared on Connie’s face as she inspected the banquet
that awaited her disturbed and frightened the older woman. The idea that 
the curvaceous teenager was a confirmed Lesbian was highly upsetting, and 
Beth felt quite threatened by her.

“Please, don’t let her!” Beth pleaded with Horace Crandall. “Oh, please, 
it isn’t normal! It isn’t! Don’t, please!”

“Go on, Connie! Eat that box lunch!” Horace Crandall told the young girl,
smacking her noisily on the bottom.

Connie did not have to be told twice. Licking her lips greedily, the 
shapely teenager leaned forward with both hands extended. Inserting her 
fingertips into the squishy outer folds, she quickly separated them with an
expertness that revealed considerable practice. Beth squirmed as she felt 
the small feminine fingers capably at work, and the thought that another 
female was actually touching her down there made her feel highly 
embarrassed and uneasy.

“Please, Horace!” Beth protested. “Don’t let her do it! Oh, please, it’s 
so… so perverse!”

Horace Crandall merely chuckled at the embarrassed woman’s squeamish 
protests, and leaned forward to watch the Lesbian exhibition from close 
range. “Maybe I ought to have you two do a sixty-nine,” he muttered under 
his breath.

Her eyes lighting up at the lush expanse of pink feminine meat that 
appeared before her, Connie dived in without further ado. Her mouth opening
and tongue darting out with snake-like effect, the eager teenager went to 
work eating Beth’s delicious muff with an enthusiasm that clearly dismayed 
both adults.

“Ooooooooh!” Beth gasped with shock and exhilaration as the young girl’s 
slippery tongue flicked and stabbed at her wet cunny in a thoroughly wicked
manner.

“Mmmmm, wow!” Horace Crandall exclaimed, rubbing his hands with 
excitement and watching the Lesbian performance with the greatest 
intensity.

Connie’s busy tongue raced up and down the damp, sticky crease, eagerly 
gathering in feminine soup and tormenting every single sensitive nerve end.
There could be no doubt that she was an expert at the debased Lesbian art.

“Oooooh! Oooooh! Ahhh!” Beth exclaimed, arching her back and writhing 
with erotic movements. Despite her conscious revulsion and opposition to 
the obscene caresses, there was no way the promiscuous woman could deny 
herself the decadent sexual pleasures she was experiencing. Her breasts 
became so taut and tingly that she felt compelled to massage and knead them
herself, although she knew only too well what a spectacle she was making of
herself.

“Mmmmm, beautiful! Beautiful!” Horace Crandall remarked, watching the 
action from close up. Stimulated by the demonstration Connie was putting on
for him, the jaded educator was already beginning to develop another rigid 
erection.

Obviously enjoying herself, Connie ran her tongue down the full length of
Beth’s wet crease and taking no detour, went straight on down to the other 
hole!

“Eeeeek!” Beth squealed as the young girl suddenly assaulted her with the
exquisitely ticklish sensations of analingus. “Ooooh! Ooooooh!” Oh, my God,
how can she do such a thing, Beth shuddered at the very thought. “Oh, stop!
Oh, you wicked girl! Oh, my God!”

The demonstration of total perversity left Horace Crandall staring in 
fascination, and he leaned even closer to watch. After thoroughly reaming 
Beth’s crinkly little bottom hole, Connie eagerly returned to her sopping 
wet pussy and once again thrust her expert tongue between the outer labia.

“Oh, make her stop! I can’t stand it!” Beth pleaded, feeling herself 
remorsely swept along in the swift moving current of Lesbian debauchery. “I
can’t stand it!”

Horace Crandall couldn’t stand it any longer himself. The highly aroused 
educator jumped into a kneeling position astride Beth’s recumbent form with
his balls bouncing against her upthrust breasts and his elongated prick 
aimed straight at her mouth. “Here, put that in your mouth and then you 
won’t complain so much!” he demanded.

Beth was almost grateful for the chance to do something that was at least
heterosexual. Opening her mouth and lifting her head at the same time, she 
submissively allowed her delectable wet oral cavity to be impaled on Horace
Crandall’s rigidly hard, madly throbbing cock. The older man caught her 
with both hands behind her head, and began moving back and forth with 
virile thrusts that sent his turgid ramrod penetrating deeply into her 
mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” Beth moaned with excitement and discomfort as her mouth 
suddenly became a substitute vagina. At the same time, Connie’s hyperactive
tongue tormented her dripping pussy with voluptuous thrusts and flicks and 
teasing stabs. The combination of sensual pleasures quickly lifted the 
brunette teacher to new plateaus of sexual awareness, and she found herself
writhing and gasping in torment.

“Ah, wow! Wowee!” Horace Crandall exclaimed as he forced the squirming 
woman to submit to oral intercourse. As he thrust back and forth, the older
man looked over his shoulder to check Connie’s progress.

The young girl’s vigorous movements with her mouth and tongue never 
ceased to amaze him.

“Mmmmm! Uhhhhhhh!” Beth tried to express her ecstatic feelings verbally, 
but Horace Crandall’s probing masculine member made her words completely 
unintelligible. At the same time, Connie began concentrating on the other 
woman’s highly charged clitoris, flicking at it with her tongue and making 
little sucking movements that nearly worked it completely into her mouth. 
Both females could sense the rigid erectness of the tiny feminine phallus, 
and Connie smacked her lips naughtily as she drank in the voluminous 
quantities of girl juice that repeatedly bubbled up in response to her 
perverse caresses.

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmm!” Beth moaned and gasped as she found herself
tantalized beyond endurance by the erotic delights she was experiencing. 
Connie’s exquisite little mouth and tongue sensed her imminent 
capitulation, and busily went about their conquest. Unable to take it any 
longer, Beth found herself succumbing to an intense orgasm. Just as her 
vaginal walls began their orgasmic contractions, Horace Crandall rammed his
powerful cock deeply into her mouth and exploded. Masculine lava splattered
against the insides of her mouth as her entire body gave way to complete 
sexual surrender. “Mmmmm!

Ooooooh! Mmmmmmmmmm!”

Cradling Beth’s brunette head in both hands, Horace Crandall enjoyed the 
frantic woman’s writhing, twisting movements as their simultaneous climaxes
sent his surging masculine creams jetting into her hotly receptive mouth. 
At the same time, young Connie Blair buried her face completely in Beth’s 
wet pussy and luxuriated in the warm waterfall that completely engulfed 
her. Caught between the two of them, the comely teacher allowed herself to 
wallow in the debased pleasures she was experiencing.

“Ah, that was very pleasant indeed!” Horace Crandall remarked as he 
withdrew and seated himself on a nearby chair to catch his breath.

Gasping and breathless, Connie and Beth waited on the couch like 
actresses waiting for the director’s instructions. Horace issued no verbal 
commands but simply pointed. A moment later, the two females were stretched
out in a standard sixty-nine position with their faces tightly plastered 
against one another’s wet pussy.

CHAPTER SEVEN

As much as she enjoyed the fleshly pleasures to which she had been 
introduced, deep down Beth knew that she had to do something to escape the 
perpetual black mail that Horace Crandall apparently intended to impose 
upon her. Deliverance came to the nearly twenty-nine-year-old schoolteacher
from a totally unexpected source.

Mark Reed’s uncle, Wilton Hawkins, was a businessman who lived in 
Chicago. A bachelor in his middle thirties, he was most inventive in his 
private tastes as far as the opposite sex was concerned. As a result, he 
was most intrigued when, during a visit, he overhead Mark and one of his 
friends discussing some of their exploits with their female teacher. He 
arranged a meeting with her, and was immediately attracted by the 
combination of schoolteacher severity and shapeliness that were perhaps 
best symbolized by her horn-rimmed glasses and fashionably short skirt.

After a circumspect dinner date, Wilton Hawkins was. ready to make her an
offer. “Why don’t you move to Chicago and become my own private secretary?”
he suggested. “It’d be a lot more exciting and a lot more money for you.”

“Well, my goodness, I’d have to think about it,” Beth replied, taken 
completely off guard by the surprise offer.

Despite her surprise, the attractive schoolteacher found the proposition 
appealing. Among other things, it would free her from Horace Crandall’s 
tyranny. Moreover, she liked Will Hawkins’ appearance and obvious 
sophistication. She also realized that his interest in her might have been 
stimulated by what he had heard from his nephew, but that was hardly a 
drawback.

“Why don’t you pay me a visit at my office and we’ll talk it over,” Will 
Hawkins suggested with a quiet smile.

Two days later found Beth Dietrich in the offices of Hawkins Enterprises,
which overlooked the Chicago River and the downtown Loop area from the 
upper floor of the modern office building on North State Street.

“Then it’s all settled,” Will Hawkins said with a smile from behind his 
oversize walnut desk. “You’ll go to work for me next week.”

“All right,” Beth replied, feeling a little giddy at the sudden change in
her life.

“My cabin cruiser is docked just a few minutes away.” Will Hawkins told 
her. “Why don’t we celebrate by taking a few turns out in the lake? I’ll 
have some picnic lunches made and order us some champagne.”

“Fine!” Beth agreed, agreeably surprised by the interesting suggestion. 
“But then I’m not really dressed to go for a boat ride,” she protested.

“On the contrary, you’re dressed perfectly!” Will Hawkins replied, his 
eyes quickly sweeping over her formfitting orange knit dress, sheer dark 
brown stockings and black patent leather pumps.

Fifteen minutes later, Beth was quite dismayed by the size of the cabin 
cruiser which her employer owned. It was becoming readily apparent that he 
was even more well to do than she had realized.

“Perhaps it’s only fair to warn you,” Will Hawkins told her with a 
pleasant smile on his face just as they prepared to step on to the cruiser.
“When I take a young lady out beyond the three mile limit for the first 
time, she has to undergo an initiation just like you do when you cross the 
Equator for the first time!”

Beth’s tummy flipped over and she instantly felt the color coming into 
her cheeks. “Oh, I see,” she replied, trying to make light of the affair. 
The remark immediately confirmed her suspicion that her new employer knew 
more about her than he had admitted. But so what? That would only mean that
her new job was going to be more exciting than she had anticipated!

“Don’t lose your balance,” Will Hawkins remarked as he assisted her on to
the deck. “Just have a seat and a few minutes from now you’ll be seeing the
skyline of Chicago from several miles out in the lake.”

Beth did as he said and it was only a few moments before she was so 
entranced by the scenery that she nearly forgot about the initiation 
comment. It was a bright sunny day and the waters of Lake Michigan were a 
brilliant blue with white caps. On the beaches that grew progressively 
farther away, she could discern various bronzed figures moving to and fro. 
The distant skyline of downtown Chicago was even more impressively 
beautiful than she had imagined.

Several minutes passed before she realized that the cruiser had stopped 
and was idly drifting in the quiet waters. Beth heard the cabin door open 
and shut, and turned to look. “Oh, my!” she gasped, clasping her hand over 
her mouth.

Stripped to the waist and wearing a black pirate eye patch over one eye, 
Will Hawkins emerged from the cabin with a red maple sorority-type paddle 
in one hand and several lengths of clothesline rope draped over his 
forearm! “Come here, you polliwog!” he roared, using the form of address 
usually reserved for young sailors about to be initiated at the Equator.

Beth found herself wildly thrilled but frightened by the bizarre 
situation in which she suddenly found herself.

“You’ll have to catch me first!” she challenged him, slipping off her 
high heeled shoes and backing away.

There was really no good avenue of retreat, but Beth moved around the 
deck in as agile a fashion as she could muster in her stocking feet. Will 
Hawkins took his time about it, thoroughly enjoying the chase and knowing 
that it would only make her breathless and therefore more appealing and 
vulnerable. And so it proved. A few minutes later he caught her against the
railing and grabbed her by the wrist.

“Oh, what are you going to do?” Beth asked with some alarm, although she 
was almost too breathless to get the words out.

“You’ll see!” Will Hawkins promised, setting the paddle aside and 
preparing to tie up his attractive victim with the ropes he had brought 
along.

Beth ineffectually tried to struggle as he looped a length of rope around
her wrist and quickly succeeded in tying her wrists together in the small 
of her back. She was standing right at the railing and at times was afraid 
of falling overboard. Although quite fearful of what her captor might 
attempt to do to her, the brunette spinster still felt a wild surge of 
masochistic excitement at finding herself the helpless prisoner of her 
pirate-clad employer.

“Better get these off before you lose them,” Will said, removing her 
horn-rimmed glasses and setting them aside.

“What are you going to do?” Beth anxiously repeated, surreptitiously 
pulling at the bonds at her wrists and finding them quite firm.

Without replying, Will Hawkins looped a length of clothesline rope around
the railing and Beth’s waist, forcing her to stand right next to the 
railing, and then knotted it behind her back.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Beth asked, looking around with some 
alarm.

“You’ll see soon enough,” Will Hawkins replied. Taking another length of 
rope, he dropped to one knee and paused to enjoy the close-up view of 
Beth’s shapely legs, curvaceously full and enhanced by ultra sheer dark 
brown stockings. His hands brushing against the cobwebby nylon, he wrapped 
one length of rope three times around one trim ankle and then lashed it to 
the lower section of the railing.

“C’mon, I don’t like being tied up!” Beth protested, continually looking 
down to see what he was doing. She was beginning to feel quite helpless and
with good reason.

Without wasting any time, Will Hawkins took another section of rope and 
lashed Beth’s other ankle to the cruiser railing in similar fashion. 
Pausing to admire his handiwork, he noted the vivid contrast produced by 
the white ropes and her dark brown stockings. Next, he fashioned a length 
of rope into a makeshift noose and slipped it around Beth’s neck.

“Hey, don’t, you’ll choke me!” Beth protested, writhing against the bonds
that left her lashed helplessly to the railing.

Ignoring her protests, Will Hawkins began pulling downward in front. 
Given no choice, Beth simply had to bend forward at the waist over the 
railing of the cruiser until her buttocks were jackknifed up higher than 
the rest of her body.

“Hey, don’t! C’mon on!” Beth protested as she found herself looking at 
the deep blue lake water from a much closer vantage point.

Will Hawkins pulled the rope down until Beth was doubled in two over the 
railing, and then tied the rope to force her to remain in that undignified 
position.

“Let me go! Let me go!” Beth repeated, futilely tugging at the ropes that
left her quite helplessly confined.

Will Hawkins stepped back to admire his attractive victim. In the bent 
over position, Beth’s orange knit dress was not only tightly cupped around 
her generously proportioned feminine buttocks but had also ridden up to 
reveal the two wider and darker bands of her brown stockings and garter 
belt clips. Knowing only too well how much she was exposing, Beth was 
blushing hotly and her embarrassment made her an all the more appealing 
bondagette.

“Please! Please!” Beth pleaded, shriveling as she felt her new employer 
feasting his eyes on every provocatively displayed curve of her anatomy. 
The bulge in his slacks was quite discernible and the helpless woman felt a
thrill of fear and fascination at what that would mean later on.

Rubbing his hands with pleasurable expectation, Will Hawkins stepped 
forward. Leaning forward, he clasped the hem of Beth’s orange knit dress 
with both hands!

“Oooooooh!” Beth squealed in outrage. “Not in public! Don’t you dare! 
Stop! No! Stop!”

Paying no attention to his victim’s outraged protests, Will Hawkins 
slowly began pulling up her dress. Above the two darker bands of her tautly
drawn stockings, Beth’s milk white thighs emerged shimmering in the bright 
sunlight. The almost blinding sight made the bachelor businessman pause for
a moment to take in the full effect of tapering, creamy thighs contrasting 
with dark brown nylon stockings.

“Someone will see us!” Beth protested. “Someone will see us! Pull my 
dress down!”

Will Hawkins had a tarpaulin ready to throw over her in case another boat
or a plane ventured nearby.

However, he didn’t plan to tell her that, as he knew that the anxiety of 
thinking that she was on public display would make the experience all the 
more of an ordeal for her. Disregarding her constant protests, he proceeded
to pull her dress up until her pantie-clad buttocks were completely on 
view. The attractive woman was wearing black nylon panties and in the bent 
over position they were stretched as tight as a drum over her spacious, 
fully curved posterior.

“Oh, my God!” Beth screamed when she saw that her panties were completely
on view. “Not in public! Oh, this is awful!” Blushing scarlet, the highly 
mortified woman squirmed and tried to use her fingers to get her dress back
down. But there was no way and she had no choice but to remain doubled over
with her pantie-clad hips on full display.

The sight of his attractive victim bent over the cruiser railing with her
dress raised to display well filled black panties, carnation white thighs 
and shapely legs enhanced by dark brown stockings nearly took Will Hawkins’
breath away. His erection pressing against the front of his slacks, he 
stood feasting his eyes on the delicious assortment of feminine curves and 
undies on view.

“Oh, please, what are you going to do?” Beth asked, becoming more 
distressed with each passing moment.

“Oh, please, let me go! Or at least take me inside! I just know 
somebody’s going to come along!”

Knowing all too well what reaction it would provoke, Will Hawkins 
silently stepped forward and hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband 
of her black panties!

“OOOOOOH!” Beth screamed at the top of her lungs. “OOOOH Nooooooo! Not 
out here! Oh, my God!”

Although she yanked wildly on the bonds that lashed her to the cruiser 
railing, Beth could do nothing to save herself. Down came her panties and 
the humiliated woman suddenly felt the cool lake breezes fanning against 
her completely bare buttocks!

“Oh, no! Oh, this is terrible! Please, this has gone far enough! C’mon 
on! I mean it!” Beth demanded in an insistent voice. “Anybody could see 
us!”

The sight of Beth’s spacious, lush buttocks jackknifed upward over the 
side of the cruiser in total bareness made Will Hawkins step back for a 
better view. What a spankable bottom she possessed! The two fully curved 
melons were quivering and puckering in the bright afternoon sun, the 
gluteal muscles constantly flexing and unflexing in a pattern of rhythmic 
movements that was almost hypnotic.

“Oh, this is terrible! Please, someone will see us! Please!” Beth 
pleaded, tears of shame dripping from her eyes. “At least, take me inside! 
Please!”

Slowly, Will Hawkins walked over to the red maple paddle and picked it 
up. Beth caught a flash of it in the sunlight and nearly fainted. In her 
embarrassment, she had nearly forgotten about that imposing weapon with 
which he had equipped himself.

“Oh, no! Not that!” she gasped, once again futilely yanking at the ropes 
that held her to the railing in that totally undignified and vulnerable 
position. “Oh, not that! I just couldn’t take it! No! Please!”

Ignoring but thoroughly enjoying his victim’s pleas and protestations, 
Will Hawkins stood to her left and pressed the paddle against its intended 
target. The contact of bare wood and bare feminine flesh made Beth cringe 
with fear and anticipation.

“Oh, no! No! No! No!” The helpless woman pleaded in a distraught voice. 
At the very same time, she knew she was completely wet between the legs and
was thoroughly loving her own misery.

Will Hawkins drew the paddle back and took careful aim. Splat! Despite 
the unsteadiness created by the swaying movements of the cruiser, the maple
paddle was truly on course as it landed on Beth’s upturned buttocks with a 
noisy splat.

“Eeeek!” Beth screamed, her body yanking futilely at the ropes that held 
her in position. The paddle felt like a hot branding iron had suddenly been
placed against both plush bottomcheeks. “Ooooh! Oooooooh!”

His eyes quickly discerning the vivid pinkness that appeared as he drew 
the paddle back, Will Hawkins paused, for a moment and then took careful 
aim once again. Moving as much as she could, Beth awaited the chastisement 
with mounting fear. Whack! The second swat landed with equal force across 
Beth’s plump buttocks, temporarily flattening them with its force.

“Owwwwww!” Beth screamed. “Not so hard! Oh, my… Oooooh! Oh, it hurts!”

Will Hawkins was in no hurry and took his time to survey the scenery as 
he drew the paddle back once again. After only two smacks, Beth’s buttocks 
were showing a vivid redness that made her look all the more appealing in 
the helplessly bent over position. The two plump mounds were jerking and 
squirming as much as her bonds would permit, and the erotic qualities in 
those interesting movements were all too evident.

Whack! Once again the sound of maple wood splatting against bare feminine
buttocks resounded through the air.

“Yeow!” Beth screamed, her brunette head snapping back as much as 
possible under the circumstances.

Hot tears trickled down her cheeks and spilled overboard. “Don’t! Ow, 
please! It hurts! Someone will see us!”

Will Hawkins cast an observant look around to make sure the bizarre scene
had attracted no onlookers, for that was one warming party the 
discipline-minded bachelor didn’t want interrupted! Between swats of the 
paddle, his appreciative eyes drank in every detail of Beth’s spacious, 
reddening buttocks and shapely, stocking-clad legs. In his opinion there 
was nothing more attractive than a comely damsel in distress, and he 
particularly enjoyed the sight of a pretty face streaked with tears and 
contorted with pain.

“Please! Please!” Beth pleaded, although the burning, prickling 
sensations in her tingling buttocks left her feeling quite stimulated. 
“Someone will see us! Please, please, oh, this is awful!”

Smack! Splat! Whack! Although the outdoor setting dispersed the sound 
somewhat, each application of solid wood to resilient, reverberative 
feminine buttocks made a crisp, splatting sound. The sorority-type paddle 
gave both soft, downy bottomcheeks equal treatment, and with great rapidity
the color of Beth’s gorgeous buttocks passed from rose to vermilion and 
from there to cardinal and crimson. As the color changed the two hotly 
burning, throbbing mounds jerked frantically against the bonds that held 
her prisoner.

“Ouch! Oww! Oooooh. Owwwwww!” Beth was in anguish. The pain seemed much 
more intense and penetrating than she had experienced before, and there 
were times when she didn’t think that she could possibly stand any more of 
that mistreatment. Despite all of her suffering, however, she was at all 
times acutely aware of her humiliating position trussed up like a chicken 
and bent over the cruiser railing in broad daylight.

Whack! Splat! Whack! The cruiser skipper could not remember when he had 
enjoyed himself more. Beth’s crimson, frantically squirming buttocks were 
nearly spellbinding, and each provocative movement made his fully erect 
penis throb all the more hotly. He had lost count of the number of whacks 
he had administered to those two lush mounds of feminine pulchritude, but 
it didn’t matter.

“Ouch! Owwww! Owwwwww!” Totally distraught, Beth screamed at the tops of 
her lungs. Her buttocks felt like a blast furnace, and each fresh 
application of the paddle was excruciatingly painful. “Owwww! Oh, my God! 
Oh, no! No, please! Owwwwww!” Totally conquered by the paddle, Beth felt a 
deep masochistic longing for her masculine tormentor. “I’ll do anything! 
Anything! Oh, my… ” Will Hawkins didn’t want to bring the paddling to a 
halt, but realized there was no choice. Beth’s voluptuous buttocks were a 
deep magenta and the heavily sobbing woman was approaching hysterics. 
Tossing the paddle aside, he stepped back to survey the results. In the 
bright afternoon sun, Beth’s blazing spank spot was a sight to behold. 
Totally broken down by the severe spanking, the miserable woman sagged 
weakly over the railing and wept with shame and pain.

“Let me go, please! Let me go!” she began pleading but abruptly stopped 
when she realized that her oppressor had stepped forward and was starting 
to undo her bonds.

Will Hawkins worked quickly and in a moment the ropes were all untied. 
Quite relieved, Beth was totally unprepared for what happened next. 
Grabbing her by the ankles, Will Hawkins flipped her overboard!

“Heyyyyyyyyyy!” Beth screamed with surprise. A moment later she hit the 
water and went under. The icy coldness of the water was a terrific jolt, 
and the suddenly shivering woman bobbed to the surface and tried to spit 
out the mouthful of water she had collected. When she collected her wits 
somewhat, she looked around and saw the cruiser only a few feet away. “Help
me! Help me!” she cried out. “It’s too cold!”

Leaning over the side of the cruiser, Will Hawkins quietly watched the 
Hapless woman thrashing about in the water. Her distress and total 
dependency on him gave him a feeling of power that he quietly relished.

“Help me! Help!” Beth pleaded, becoming more chilled with each passing 
moment. “I’m not that good of a swimmer!”

It was several minutes before Will Hawkins threw her a rope and pulled 
her back on deck. Soaked to the skin and horribly uncomfortable, Beth stood
with her teeth chattering while water dropped to the floor of the deck. 
Although she felt totally undignified, she was afraid to protest.

For a long moment, Will Hawkins stood studying his attractive victim. 
Like many men, he found the sight of a fully dressed woman completely 
soaked with water a thoroughly appealing sight. The wetness made her orange
knit dress cling tightly to her figure, emphasizing every curvaceous 
detail, while her wet stockings made her legs appear all the more shapely. 
And for some reason, her totally ruined hairdo made her all the more 
appealing. Finally, he picked up the maple paddle and stepped forward.

Beth immediately went to her knees with her hands clasped prayerfully in 
front. “Oh, please, no more!” she implored, sounding more like a schoolgirl
than a fully grown woman. “No more, I’m your slave!” To show him what she 
was willing to do, she shamelessly crawled forward on her knees and with 
her hands clasped behind his buttocks, feverishly began kissing his firm 
erection through the front of his slacks.

More than a little startled at first, Will Hawkins stood looking down at 
the submissive woman. “Let’s go into the cabin!” he finally told her, 
helping her to her feet.

Although weak and uncomfortable from her ordeal, Beth excitedly 
accompanied her new master into the cabin. Casting interested glances at 
his bulging slacks, she stood quietly as he removed her wet dress and hung 
it up on a hanger to dry. Her panties had been lost in the lake, and Beth 
found herself attired only in black brassiere, matching garter belt and 
dark brown stockings. Wet and shivering, she made no attempt to disrobe 
herself but left everything up to him.

Stepping behind her and drinking in all of her feminine charms, Will 
Hawkins undid her bra strap and pulled the cups free from her pendulous, 
scarlet-tipped breasts. As he removed the brassiere, the lascivious 
bachelor ran his hands through her full, silken breasts and down over her 
midsection.

“Take your stockings and garter belt off for me!” he instructed as he 
hung her brassiere up to dry.

Beth would have preferred to sit down, but her hotly throbbing buttocks 
made that alternative rather unpleasant. Instead, she placed first one foot
and then the other on a leather hassock and then carefully unfastened and 
rolled down her wet stockings. She could feel Will Hawkins’ intense eyes 
watching tan nylon disappear to reveal milk white flesh, and could tell 
that he was quite fascinated by the whole procedure.

Finally, she removed her garter belt and stood wet and naked before her 
captor.

Will Hawkins wasted little time getting out of his slacks and 
undershorts. As he straightened up after discarding the latter, Beth 
immediately bent forward at the waist and took his stiffly upright 
masculine member into her opened mouth. Taken by surprise at suddenly 
finding a deliciously wet, hot feminine mouth encircling his throbbing 
prick, Will Hawkins took a deep breath and held it as long as he could.

“Ahhhhhh!” he finally exclaimed when he at last exhaled.

Looking around he began backing towards an oversize leather easy chair, 
and slowly eased himself down into a seated position on it. Beth kept pace 
by dropping to her knees in front of him without once relinquishing the 
prize she was holding in her eager mouth. Hooking his bare legs around the 
young woman’s naked body, Will Hawkins leaned back to thoroughly enjoy 
being eaten by the comely fellatrix.

Thoroughly stimulated by the mistreatment her new master had inflicted on
her, Beth was quite exhilarated by the heaven-sent opportunity to make love
to him with her mouth.

Turning her head in various directions, the attractive brunette began 
working as much of the hotly pounding, blood-bloated organ into her 
ravenous mouth as she could. The sleek, plum-shaped glans skidded along the
roof of her mouth and penetrated deeply, nearly to her throat. Her salivary
glands immediately went into high gear, saturating their welcome masculine 
visitor with their moist warmness.

“Wow, that feels good, baby!” Will Hawkins remarked contentedly as he 
looked down to discern that a goodly portion of his magnificent prick had 
simply disappeared into the excited young woman’s eager mouth.

Using one hand to stroke and pull on the lower portions of the rock hard 
masculine weapon, Beth began bobbing her head up and down in his lap with 
rapid movements. Little animal-like sounds of hunger and excitement came 
from her mouth along with the slurping sounds created by the abundance of 
saliva. Her cheeks were drawn inward, causing a delightful suction on the 
throbbing masculine member, while at the same time her tongue continually 
flicked with serpentine stabs.

“That’s the way, baby! Eat all that hard meat!”

Will Hawkins instructed the eager fellatrix. The pleasure-minded bachelor
was more than a little dismayed by the skill she was displaying with her 
mouth and tongue.

Feasting on the elongated phallus, Beth could not resist running her 
hands shamelessly over her own body, massaging her breasts and nipples and 
fondling her dripping wet pussy. Although cooled by her unexpected dip in 
the lake, her plush buttocks still burned and throbbed and prickled with 
masochistic torment and she felt a lingering desire for a repetition of 
that bizarre paddling she had endured while draped over the cruiser railing
in total disgrace.

“Beautiful! Beautiful!” Will Hawkins exclaimed in a highly pleased voice.
Tantalized by the shapely woman’s capable mouth and tongue, the bachelor 
businessman was no longer able to sit quietly with blase indifference. At 
times biting his lip to hold himself back, he began thrusting his pelvis 
back and forth with quick, jerky movements that betrayed his growing lack 
of self-control.

Although forced from time to time to pause to swallow the large 
quantities of saliva that kept forming, Beth fellated her older partner 
with mounting enthusiasm. At times it appeared that she was trying to get 
all eight inches of hot, hard cock between her teeth, and more than once 
she had to abruptly curtail her activities for fear of choking. What a 
cocksucker you’ve become, Beth Dietrich, the promiscuous woman told 
herself. A few months ago you would have died at the very thought of having
a prick in your mouth, and now you can’t get enough of it!

“Beautiful! Beautiful!” Will Hawkins repeated. His rigid, feverishly hot 
prick was pounding furiously, and a wildly ticklish sensation along the 
highly sensitive underside was beginning to get the best of him. His pelvic
movements were becoming even more jerky and uncontrolled. “Watch out, baby!
I can’t hold it back!”

The wealthy businessman suddenly stood almost straight up and Beth felt a
hot spray inundating her mouth.

Her brunette head instinctively recoiled from the assault, but she 
managed to remain in position as one warm burst of masculine cream followed
another. The voluminous quantity dismayed her and filled her mouth nearly 
to the brim with the tangy, virile fluid.

Let’s see how long I can keep it in my mouth! I love the taste of it, 
Beth told herself. Her mouth filled with cum, a trace of which trickled 
down her chin, Beth slowly withdrew from the masculine geyser and remained 
on her knees before her master with her mouth bulging. Mmmmmmmmm, it’s 
delicious! So salty and masculine! So warm! I want to swallow just a little
bit at a time!

“Ah, that feels better!” Will Hawkins remarked with a contented sigh as 
he settled back down on the chair.

Beth meekly remained on her bare knees before him, holding her head up 
and although keeping her eyes downcast, taking masochistic pride in showing
him that she was retraining his cum in her mouth. Over the next few minutes
she swallowed it in very gradual stages, and although she lacked the 
courage to look up at him she could tell that he was watching her with 
great interest.

“You are going to make a very satisfactory slave, young woman!” Will 
Hawkins informed the kneeling woman. “There’s a bikini in the closet over 
there if you want to go for another swim. In the meantime, I have to check 
out where we are with this cruiser.”

A few minutes later Beth, attired in a tiny white bikini, was swimming 
lazily in the cold waters of Lake Michigan. Will Hawkins was still naked 
when he came out to throw her a rope and pull her back on deck.

Back in the cabin, Beth noted that he had spread some large towels out on
the floor.

“Come on, baby, it’s time for my lunch now!” Will told her, motioning for
her to stretch out on the towels.

Soaking wet, Beth stretched out supine on the thick towels. Will Hawkins 
knelt and removed her bikini pants for her, while Beth herself removed the 
top. The handsome bachelor licked his lips .with anticipation as he gazed 
at the wet triangle of brunette hair that partially camouflaged her 
enticing pink groove. Quickly pulling her bare, shapely legs well apart, he
leaned forward on both forearms and employed his fingertips to separate the
juicy outer labia. Without further ado, Will Hawkins dived into the wet 
feminine pool, his face smacking against the combination of moist hair and 
meat.

“Oooooooooh!” Beth gasped, her back arching and her mouth forming a wide 
oval. Without stopping to think about what she was doing, she draped her 
wet, smooth legs over his shoulders and let them dangle down his back.

It took her but a moment to realize that Will Hawkins was an expert at 
cunnilingus. His probing tongue found her clitoris as if it were guided by 
radar, and he began concentrating on the tiny love bud with its incredibly 
sensitive nerve endings. Instantly aroused by the lingual caresses, Beth 
began pumping her hips back and forth with coital thrusts and could not 
refrain from running her hands excitedly through her breasts. Feminine 
juices began bubbling and foaming from her secret springs, and her pussy 
started to feel as hot as a witch’s cauldron.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Beth pleaded when she discerned that her new employer
had become rock hard again.

“Fuck me! I love your tongue but I have to have more! More! It’s not 
enough!”

“Okay, baby, you want to get fucked, you’re going to get fucked!” Will 
Hawkins announced, drawing back and pausing to wipe the feminine cream from
his face with the back of his hand. His eyes greedily enjoying the sight of
her naked feminine body spread out before him in wanton invitation, he 
knelt poised over her in full command.

With that he swooped down over her like an eagle attacking a tiny animal.
Beth screamed with a mixture of delight and discomfort as their naked 
bodies smacked together and Will Hawkin’s turgid cock tore through her like
a torpedo. For a moment she felt as if she had been torn completely apart 
inside. The older man’s hairy chest crashed down upon her voluptuous, 
steeply pointed breasts, knocking almost all of the air out of her lungs.

“Owwwww! Ooooooooh!” Beth cried out, pain and joy combining to form 
exultant sounds. “Ohhhhh! Ahhhh!”

The hard fucking that followed was almost brutal at times. Possessing his
second erection in as many hours, Will Hawkins had tremendous staying power
and proceeded to give the former schoolteacher a demonstration of complete 
masculinity and command. Their limbs entwined, the two of them thrashed 
about on the cabin floor like animals, and an onlooker might have had 
difficulty deciding whether they were fucking or fighting. With each 
forward thrust, Will Hawkin’s turgid bayonet plunged the full length of the
wet, pink tunnel, and then drew back to repeat the assault.

“Oooooh! Oooooooh! Oh, my… ” Totally breathless and crushed beneath his 
powerful masculine body, Beth found herself rising to new heights of sexual
abandon. The man could fuck like a stallion! She had never felt so 
dominated, so conquered, so crushed, so punished, so mastered. The walls of
her enflamed cunt constantly grabbed at the masculine invader, but they 
were no match for the rampaging, almost vicious, marauder.

“Oooooh! Ooooooh! I’m… I’m… ” Beth tried to speak but was simply too 
breathless. “Oh, this is… Oooooh! Ahhhhhhhh!”

Will Hawkins repeatedly slammed down on top of his wriggling, gasping 
victim, deliberately crushing her under his weight. Beth fought gamely to 
lift her hips to meet his masculine thrusts, but the repeated hammer-blows 
finally defeated her and left her completely conquered and feeling like a 
squashed bug beneath him. When at last the muscular bachelor slammed down 
on her for the final time and sent his semen swimming into her watery 
vagina, Beth gave way to an ecstatic orgasm that left her totally drained 
both emotionally and physically.

It was well after dark before Will Hawkins brought the cruiser back to 
port. And by that time, Beth had no doubt that he had become her master and
that she had become his slave. Replacing the clothes that had been hung up 
to dry several hours before, Beth meekly accompanied the bachelor 
businessman to his apartment for more instruction in her new role as sex 
slave.

CHAPTER EIGHT

In the weeks that followed, Will Hawkins and Beth Dietrich gradually 
expanded their master-slave relationship. Beth was introduced to all the 
ramifications of bondage, spanking, sexual humiliation, discipline costumes
and the like. In addition to his Chicago apartment, Will had inherited a 
cottage in the Indiana dunes and that location was ideal for weekend 
disciplinary sessions. Under his direction Beth learned what it was like to
spend an entire weekend under restraint while being disciplined and 
dominated by her love master.

Although she loved her submissive role, Beth at times longed for an 
opportunity to play the role of dominatrix. Not that she wanted to rebel 
against her present master. Instead, she wanted to find another male upon 
whom she could vent the sadistic side of her personality. And then one day 
it all dawned upon her with such suddenness that she wondered why in the 
world it hadn’t occurred to her previously.

“Mr. Crandall,” Beth’s voice purred the words into the phone, “I put up 
with your blackmail and now I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with mine! 
After all, I’m sure the local school board would be most unhappy to hear 
about that little affair involving us and Connie Blair! I’m sure you 
remember that. Now, get yourself a paper and pencil to write down my 
address, because you and I are going to have a little discipline date… ”

Horace Crandall was as pale as a ghost when he knocked on the apartment 
door at the address he had been given over the phone. The confrontation was
one that Beth would long relish. For the occasion she was attired in 
elbow-length black kid gloves, sleeveless white satin blouse that disclosed
the black brassiere beneath it, short black skirt that ended at mid-thigh, 
black nylon hose and gleaming patent leather, knee length boots with 
three-inch spike heels. To give her an even more severe appearance, she was
wearing her brunette hair in a tight bun at the nape of her neck and had on
her horn-rimmed glasses.

“Hello, Miss Dietrich,” Horace Crandall finally managed after staring at 
her dominant costume for several moments. His voice was quite unsteady and 
he could not look her in the eye.

“Down on your knees!” Beth demanded as soon as the door was closed.

His adams apple gulping noticeably, Horace Crandall capitulated without 
protest. Nervously glanced around the room, he quickly noticed the various 
items that had been placed on the glass coffee table in anticipation of the
event: a slim limber switch, an ominous looking black wooden hairbrush, an 
ugly but highly realistic dildo, and several lengths of white clothesline 
rope. It was an imposing sight and Beth could discern the anxiety and fear 
that came into his eyes.

“Now our positions are reversed!” Beth told him with a haughty gaze on 
her face. “I’m going to be the queen and you are going to be the slave. And
if there’s any rebellion on your part, don’t think I wouldn’t hesitate to 
tell the school board about that little blackmail business involving Connie
Blair. I’ve a very secure position here, so there’s nothing you could do to
me. So now we’ll get started with the business of your treating me like a 
queen!”

As she spoke, the brunette dominatrix picked the switch up from the 
coffee table and slowly backed over to a couch, where she seated herself in
regal fashion with her booted feet extended. Using the tip of her switch, 
she pointed imperiously toward her brightly gleaming boots. Although she 
said nothing, there was no doubt what she expected of him.

His voice mirroring the emotional strain of the humiliation he was 
experiencing, Horace Crandall meekly crawled over to the younger woman and 
submissively began licking her patent leather boots with his tongue.

“Lack them all over, slave!” Beth directed in a scornful voice. With her 
feet extended so that she could observe him more fully, Beth watched with 
quiet amusement as the once proud educator licked her feet in total 
abasement. His capitulation to her will did not surprise her. From her own 
experiences, she had come to suspect that masochism and sadism were but 
different sides of the same coin. As a result she suspected that Horace 
Crandall, for all his sadistic aggressiveness, possessed latent masochistic
tendencies that only needed to be developed. And as he lay at her feet 
licking her knee-length boots until they were glistening with his saliva 
she became even more convinced that she was right.

“Now take off all your clothes!” Beth instructed, flicking the switch 
across his back to show him she meant business.

Looking thoroughly flustered and embarrassed, Horace Crandall complied. 
Seated with her shapely legs crossed at a high angle that revealed stocking
tops and bare white thighs, Beth watched with an imperious smile on her 
face. In a few moments Horace Crandall stood naked before the youthful 
dominatrix, his penis dangling heavily but in a downward direction.

“Like that it’s no use to me!” Beth scoffed, poking at his genitals with 
the tip of her switch in a manner that made him wince. “Play with yourself!
Make it hard for me!”

Horace Crandall was clearly taken back by the bizarre order and, gulping 
hard, he gazed in disbelief at the severe dominatrix who had issued it.

“Go ahead!” Beth demanded, slashing at his bare legs with her switch.

Looking exquisitely shamefaced, Horace Crandall began complying with the 
deeply humiliating order. As he stroked and fumbled with himself in the 
shamefully school-boyish fashion, his eyes continually feasted on the 
booted, short skirted dominatrix who sat so regally before him, and it 
wasn’t long before he had developed a promising erection.

“Now keep it stiff!” Beth told him. “And bring me that hairbrush from the
coffee table!”

Embarrassedly stroking himself with one hand, Horace Crandall brought the
hairbrush over from the coffee table. Beth could see the deep look of fear 
in his eye, and thoroughly relished her power over him.

Uncrossing her legs she pulled her short black skirt back nearly to the 
top of her thighs to give him a view of the attractive lap where he would 
soon be lying in masochistic torment, and could tell that the combination 
of tautly drawn stocking tops and milk white thighs had an almost 
spellbinding effect on him.

“Over my lap, little boy!” she said, taking the hairbrush from him.

After a moment’s hesitation, the highly embarrassed older man obeyed. 
Beth could feel his stiff erection pressing against her nylons as he 
stretched out over her lap, and opened her thighs to clasp the impudent 
masculine tool between them. Rubbing her gloved hand over his bare and 
obviously anxious bottom just to torment him, Beth got a firm grip on the 
solid hairbrush and raised it in the air. WHACK! The hairbrush crashed down
vengefully against exposed masculine flesh.

“Ow!” Caught by surprise by the unexpectedly severe pain, Horace Crandall
could not hold back the involuntary exclamation of pain that emerged from 
his lips.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Beth asked scornfully.

Whack! Slap! Smack! Eager for revenge against the man who had humiliated 
her in so many ways, Beth wasted no time going to work with the solid wood 
hairbrush. Recovering from his initial surprise, Horace Crandall managed to
take the first flurry of spanks without outcry. However, Beth was fully 
confident that she could break him down and looked forward with relish to 
that moment.

“Your bottom is getting red, little boy!” Beth remarked sarcastically. 
“It’s about time you found out what it’s like being on the receiving end!”

Whack! Slap! Crack! With his backside reddening and obviously beginning 
to burn, Horace Crandall soon found himself having great difficulty holding
himself back. Grimacing and biting his lip, he could not refrain from 
jerking spasmodically each time the solid hairbrush struck his exposed 
flesh. Beth could see that she was making him feel it and spanked all the 
harder, swinging her arm in a wide arc with each and every application.

“Ow!” Horace Crandall cried out. “Ouch! Ow! Oh, please! Owwww! Please!”

“How the mighty have fallen!” Beth exclaimed with obvious satisfaction.

Thoroughly enjoying herself, the former schoolteacher applied the 
hard-backed hairbrush with gusto. Each application produced an anguished 
howl and convulsive twitch from her miserable victim, who at last was 
learning how much damage a solid hairbrush could inflict. His posterior had
become a glowing red and was burning like an autumn bonfire.

“Ouch! Owwww! Ouch! Please! Ouch! Oh, please!” Horace Crandall pleaded, 
setting his masculine pride aside for the moment in the interest of 
self-preservation. “Ouch! Ow! Please! Ouch!”

“Hold still!” Beth demanded. “I’m not going to stop until you’re 
completely blistered!”

The severe dominatrix was true to her word. For the next several minutes,
she compelled her suffering victim to remain over her lap while her gloved 
hand wielded the hairbrush with sadistic efficiency. When she finally 
finished the job, Horace Crandall’s masculine posterior was blistered and 
burning like a forest fire and he was sobbing heavily. Dismissing him, Beth
pushed him off her lap to the floor, where he lay in a heap, crying and 
trying to get adjusted to the emotional stress that she had inflicted on 
him.

Beth, however, was in no mood to be merciful. With purposeful strides, 
she walked over to the coffee table and picked up the dildo. “Okay, on your
hands and knees!” Beth demanded.

Struggling to put himself back together again, Horace Crandall did not 
realize until she last second what she intended to do. A gleam of sadistic 
pleasure on her face, Beth leaned down and vigorously jammed the artificial
phallus deep into his anal canal.

“Owwwwwwww!” Horace Crandall screamed in anguish as the highly realistic 
dildo dilated his rectal channel to thoroughly uncomfortable proportions.

“Hold it in there yourself!” Beth ordered in a pitiless voice. “I got a 
bigger one in case you let it slip out!”

“Ow, it hurts! Please!” Horace Crandall tearfully begged as he haplessly 
reached back to hold the humiliating and painful object in place. “Please!”

“Keep it there!” Beth told him remorselessly. “That’ll teach you what 
some poor girl feels like! And keep playing with yourself! I want you to 
keep it stiff to show me how thrilling you think I am!”

Tearfully kneeling before the sadistic dominatrix and using one hand to 
hold the shameful dildo in his anal canal while using the other to fondle 
himself with school-boyish masturbatory movements, Horace Crandall was a 
picture of masochistic degradation. There was no doubt that he was 
completely within her power, and Beth paused for a moment to gaze downward 
at him with total superiority and contempt. Their eyes met briefly and it 
was a moment neither of them would forget.

Abruptly turning on her heel, Beth went over to the glass coffee table, 
picked up the ropes lying on it and swept the remaining objects off of it.

“Now stretch out on your back on this coffee table,” she directed the 
hapless man, pointing toward it with her gloved hand.

Fearful and miserable, Horace Crandall stretched out supine on the sturdy
coffee table. It was long enough to accommodate him from the knees upward 
although the smooth surface was none too comfortable. Lying on the coffee 
table, the embarrassed man continued to employ his hands in the degrading 
manner his dominant mistress had assigned, and Beth could not refrain from 
smiling imperiously at the spectacle he was making of himself.

Working quickly and efficiently, Beth wrapped a length of clothesline 
rope around Horace Crandall’s waist and under the coffee table, looping it 
three times and knotting it in a manner that left him lashed down against 
the top of the table. She then took separate lengths of rope and tied each 
of his ankles to separate legs of the coffee table. That left him quite 
helpless and she deliberately left his hands free so that he could continue
to degrade himself for her amusement.

Towering over his helpless figure and glowering down at him with total 
contempt, Beth removed her white blouse and then her black brassiere. She 
then quickly undid her black skirt and stepped out of it. She wore no 
panties and Horace Crandall found himself looking up at her glittering 
brunette bush and dangling breasts.

“See what you’d be enjoying if you were a real man!” Beth told him 
contemptuously, casting a scornful look at his masturbatory activities. To 
make herself look all the more dominant, she left on her horn-rimmed 
glasses, long black gloves, garter belt, stockings and knee-length patent 
leather boots. “Now since you’re not good for anything else, I’m going to 
use you as a throne for my royal ass!!”

As she spoke she stepped astride the coffee table with her back toward 
her victim’s face, so that Horace Crandall found himself gazing upward at 
her pink groove and spacious, satiny feminine buttocks.

“No! No!” the alarmed man protested, suddenly trying to struggle against 
the bonds that lashed him to the coffee table. “No, please, I… ugh!”

Horace Crandall’s frantic last-second protests were suddenly drowned out 
as Beth sat right down on his face! Although he attempted to twist his head
to one side, he found his nose slotted into the crevice of her wide 
feminine buttocks while her wet groove covered his mouth. Nearly smothered 
in the combination of pubic hair, genitalia and plump feminine hips, the 
horrified man began a frantic struggle to get enough air to keep alive.

“Now I have you where I want you!” Beth announced with gleeful 
satisfaction, deliberately grinding her hips around on his face as she 
spoke. “Make me come!”

Although nearly breathless and almost overwhelmed by the feminine 
presence over him, Horace Crandall servilely licked the dominatrix’s damp, 
sticky pussy. Under the circumstances it was quite a difficult task, and 
was made more so by the quantities of warm feminine honey that constantly 
inundated his face and at times almost threatened to drown him. Beth 
deliberately held her weight down against him in an almost smothering 
fashion, and at times lifted herself briefly to give him a chance to suck 
in some air.

“That’s the way, slave!” Beth told him, thoroughly relishing the 
opportunity to use him as a human throne.

“Keep playing with yourself! You can come too but you have to do it all 
by yourself without any help from me!”

Horace Crandall tried to protest the totally humiliating order, but Beth 
sadistically squashed her entire weight down on top of him to smother his 
words. Given no chance, the miserable man tongue-washed Beth’s dripping 
pussy while manually fondling his own hotly throbbing erection. Although 
his face was beet red and the sweat was pouring off of him, it was quite 
obvious that he was deriving enormous masochistic gratification from the 
bizarre mistreatment.

“Keep doing it!” Beth directed, bouncing up and down on the human saddle.
“Keep doing it!”

Gasping, groaning and nearly choking under Beth’s grinding hips and 
sopping wet cunt, Horace Crandall frantically fondled himself in total 
debasement and finally erupted in voluminous spurts of white masculine 
cream. Completely triumphant and thrilled by the physical evidence of her 
total power over her new slave, Beth simply sat on his face and wriggled 
around until she experienced her own orgasm. Thoroughly intoxicated with 
her royal position over her helpless male slave, Beth unmercifully sat upon
him until he nearly blacked out.

“That wasn’t too bad for the first time, slave!” Beth told her exhausted 
victim when she finally stood up. “But you’re going to need a lot of 
practice. Before you leave, I want you to lick my boots all over again and 
tell me how much you enjoy being my slave!”

When Will Hawkins returned from the business trip that had taken him out 
of the city, he found Beth lying spreadeagled and naked on the bed with her
wrists tied to the bedposts. A gleaming black leather strap lay on the bed 
ready for use.

“I suppose there’s a good reason why you need to be beaten!” he said as 
he picked up the strap.

“Yes, master!” Beth replied. As the strap began to fall against her naked
flesh and the delicious pain began to return, Beth fully realized the dual 
nature of her personality for the first time. Whether she was receiving or 
administering pain, in her mind sex was pain and pain was sex. “HARDER! 
HARDER!” she cried out. “BEAT ME! BEAT ME!”


THE END

