My pulse starts to quicken as I pull into the driveway of my old school. My parents were living in Lagos at the time, so they sent me to (what I will call) The Old Masters School in Simla. That was years ago when I was 18. Now I have just joined the board of trustees and I am coming back for the first time.Standing in front of the main entrance is Miss Gupta, the meanest teacher when I attended school. She is now the headmistress. She is very young for her position. At the time she was probably around 30, so now I would guess she is about 40. The rumor was that she was engaged, but her fianc\u00e9e called off the wedding after he saw how hot her temper was, and she came here to teach instead of getting married. \u201cHi, Miss Gupta. It is good to see you after so many years.\u201d\u201cThank you, Haresh. My you have grown.\u201d She says formally and leads the way to her office. The same tone she used when I was her student.She is tall and slender. Her back is still ramrod straight as she leads me to her office. Her hands firmly at her side, as if she is walking with a book on her head, the way my nani said we should walk. She is wearing her typical salvar kameez, in blue with some embroidery.She sits behind her big desk when we get to her office. I am sitting in one of the student\u2019s chairs that they keep in her office. How I hated this room. I can feel my mouth getting dry.\u201cWhat can I do for you. I am very busy with the students. I hope this won\u2019t take too long\u201d She says abruptly. \u201cI am here because the board recently received a letter from one of the parents complaining that their daughter was caned. As you know, two years ago the board forbid any corporal punishment. I am here to resolve the situation.\u201d<\/p>\n
She glares at me with those big, round eyes of hers. I can feel her irritation at having anyone second guess her. Her lips are pursed, her nose is wrinkling the way she would when she was angry. \u201cI already explained to the board that Minu was caught stealing, and this was a fabrication she made up. That is all there is to it.\u201d She says firmly.My mind drifts for a second, as she leans forward to make her point and my eyes settle on her cleavage. Very well proportioned breasts. Pert looking under her kameez. The kind that stand up on their own. Coconuts in shape and size. I can almost see the nipples as she waves her hands to make another point. She is getting increasingly angry. \u201cand how dare they send a boy to investigate.\u201d She says.\u201cOkay, lets cut the crap,\u201d I say firmly. \u201cwe both know that you were the one who hit Minu and lied about it. Your choice is simple. One, I can call the board and you will be fired and possibly go to prison. Two, you can submit to my punishment, and maybe keep your job. I am going unpack in the guest cottage. At 8 o\u2019clock tonight I will come to the headmistress\u2019s house. Either I will see your resignation letter on your desk there, and all of your stuff gone, or you will bring me a cane, and you will be ready to begin your punishment.\u201dAt 8, as I walk down the tree lined walkway to her house, I can remember the smells from my days here. I open the door. I see her sitting at her desk. Her eyes are on fire. Her face is set in that intractable position I remember from her class. She gets up. Walks over to me, and slaps me in the face.\u201cHow dare you come into my school and talk to me like that. I won\u2019t stand for it.\u201d She says.I grab her by her arm. Pull her across my lap as I sit down on the sofa in the sitting room. I wrap my right leg over her two legs, and pin her to my lap with my left hand. I flip up her kameez and bring my right hand down with some real authority onto her surprisingly firm, and shapely, backside. Splat, splat, splat\u2026She continues to scream and kick her legs, but I don\u2019t stop. Splat , I go on, until I feel her body begin to concede. After a few more spanks, I let her stand up. <\/p>\n
\u201cThat is punishment for slapping me. Now are you ready for the real punishment to begin, or should I call the movers?\u201dShe is rubbing her bottom. Her eyes betray her fear. I know she will submit. \u201cTake off your salwar and give me the cane.\u2019 She begins to say something, and then thinks better of it. Her shoulders slump as she reaches under the band and pulls off her salwar. She kicks it into the corner.\u201cNow bend over the desk and flip up the kameez.\u201d She does as she is told. I stop to admire the view. A little tuft of pubic hair peeks out from under her panties. I can see the pink glow from the spanking as I walk up.I reach into the elastic band of her panties and pull them down. I hear her inhale quickly, but she doesn\u2019t move. The panties fall to her ankles. Her arse is well proportioned. Round with a definite cleft. A very pronounced crease at the top of her thighs; very muscular, she must be working out. She has a lot of hair on her pussy.Swish, the cane cuts through the air and crack, it hits her bum. A clean white line forms where it strikes, and then it turns an angry red. \u201cNo she screams. She stands up, grabbing her bum. \u201cGet back down this instant. If you get up again you are finished here.\u201dThe next stroke forms a line directly over the first one. Swish, crack. \u201coww\u201d Her legs begin to kick, but she doesn\u2019t stand up..Now I stop. There are 6 parallel lines across her nether cheeks. Her face is flush. She is breathing deeply. She is rubbing her bum.\u201cNow I am going to fuck you.\u201d I say \u201cThat will help keep your temper under control\u201dHer eyes go wide with fear. \u201cBut I have never made love with anyone\u201d she whispers.I reach out and pull off her kameez. She doesn\u2019t fight it. I undo her bra and let her breast out. They are exactly as I imagined. Ripe coconuts, with bid areolas and large nipples. As the cool air hits the nipples they contract and stand up straight. Her belly is flat with a little curve just above her hips. She has wild hair over her pussy \u2013 she has never had a bikini wax. The lips of her pussy are spread, and I can barely make out her clit, standing on it own. Her breathing deepens ever further as I begin to knead her nipples. Her knees begin to buckle. She throws back her head.I take her by the hand into the bedroom, onto her bed. I lay her down on her back and begin to trace patterns on her breasts with my fingers. I see her hips begin to move. I move my hand down to her cunt and slowly make circles around her clit. Her hips are gyrating widely. She is wet.I stand up and take off my kurta. My dick is standing up straight. \u201cplease be gentle she says.\u201dI kneel between her legs. I pull her ankles onto my shoulders and gently insert my purple head into her pussy. It is tight. I can feel the resistance of her hymen. I just move the head slowly so I can feel the virgin resistance. After a few strokes I push through. She grimaces, but then she begins to move wildly. She is on fire. Her hips gyrate like a she is possessed. I am deep inside her. Then she begins to moan and shudder \u2013 her first orgasm, then another and another. Her face looks heavenly as I come deep inside her.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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