Schoolgirl Rene (teen, anal, BDSM) Adults Only, copyright: 2005

   A school girl.  Sweet, innocent, and so pretty.  Just right.

   Don't forget what Mummy told you.  A girl can get into trouble with the
wrong man.  Well, too late for that now.  My digital video record of these
moments will join a collection that contains many happy memories.  I have a
talent for the dramatic; for setting the stage.  The leather of my boots is
so close to your face that you can smell it.  Your gaze is utterly piteous
with fear, which is exactly as it should be for a flower in the presence of
evil.  I don't just want to punish you for smoking; that is immaterial. 
What I want is to defile you, and, most insidiously, to train you to desire
my debasement.  The videos would speak of your peril if I were to show them
to you.  Other pretty things have crossed the viper's path in the years I
have been the headmaster.  They too began their training in innocence-and
ended it enslaved to their own whorish desires, grunting like sows as they
gave their bodies willingly.

   For now you can only sob softly, unable to make any coherent sound
around the gag I have in place.  Your hands are cuffed behind you,
contrasting with the pure white of your blouse.  I step slowly around you,
running the riding crop delicately along your flank.  As your rear comes
into view I smile.  What better sight could there be, but a virginal young
bottom, so feminine, encased in white satin panties.  So inviting, so
yielding, especially as your ankles are clasped into the spreader bar that
makes it impossible for you to defend yourself in any way from whatever
crude, lascivious act I might conjure up.

   "You know you are going to be given a spanking for your behavior.  I
can't have filthy little girls like you stinking up the bathrooms with your
disgusting cigarette smoke." From the back of the gag-collar I attach a
leash and pull you to your feet.  You whine as I do so, since by pulling, I
force the ball deeper into your mouth, almost making you gag.  One end of
the lead is attached to a beam in the ceiling, which after tightening,
forbids you from lowering your head any further.  Such beautiful
helplessness stirs my cock to life, but for now, duty calls.  As I lift
your skirt up to expose your waiting backside, I draw my face in close so
that I can smell the musky scent of you through your pretty panties.  With
that sensory information swimming through my brain I now stand to deliver
the first blow.  The crop will sting rather than bruise, but it will leave
a lovely collection of little red welts I'm sure.  I lower my arm,
gathering speed as I go.

   The smack causes you to jolt your head up in surprise.  "Stay still or
I'll bring this crop down somewhere else." I warn her quietly and with very
little emotion.  With that moment passed, your brain registers the sting of
my first blow.  Your body shakes a little, especially your pretty little
ass.  I love your tears.  I have no intention of spanking you particularly
hard-I prefer tears of fear rather than pain.  You are impossibly gorgeous,
even if you were not bound and utterly helpless.  Completely and totally
vulnerable.  I smile as the first of several blows rains down onto your
tender ass.  Soon the tears break and you cannot stop yourself from sobbing
though the gag.  I decide to let you sob and cry because of the way your
lithe and supple body shakes.  As the blows continue, you begin to cry in
earnest, tears streaming down your lovely face.  Now I notice you trying to
bring your knees together; impossible of course, since the spreader bar is
still in place.  Now your sobs grow louder as I realize with excitement,
the source of your desperation.

   A little wet patch is slowly but surely spreading across the cotton
gusset between your legs.  You are wetting your little panties.  Wetting
your panties, and there is nothing you can do to stop it and your sobs and
tears come from the fact that you know I will show you no mercy.  You will
be forced to stand, legs spread, as you pee your panties like a little
girl. You are now practically screaming as the first trickle of warm piss
worms its way down your creamy thigh.  The crop comes down again, and the
surprise causes the first real squirt, which soon drips to the floor.  Your
sobs continue to wrack you, and your deeper breathing causes your breasts
to heave a little against the fabric of your blouse so that the hardened
tips of your nipples are clearly visible.  Now I know what I want.  You
cannot see what I withdraw from the cedar chest in the corner.  You are
simply relieved that the spanking has stopped.  Up until now you could
pretend that what was happening to you was simply punishment for smoking
cigarettes in the toilet.  But after what I do next, there will be no doubt
of the extent of your peril, or the depth of my depravity....

   You scream beneath the gag.  The tears and piss are flowing freely.  I'm
sure you would like to think that you shame is nearing an end.  That soon
you will be allowed to go and clean yourself.  The box itself is utterly
innocuous, small and black, with a pair of wires leading from one end, and
a small dial by each outlet.  The wires themselves are about three feet in
length, more than sufficient for what I want to do to you.  Now I take you
to the couch, and lay you down on your back.  Your eyes stare weakly into
mine, bloodshot from crying, almost vacant with resignation, but a kind of
sparkle in them.  I know that buried deep inside you is a feeling of
growing power that you are consciously trying to bury.  It is up to me to
bring it out.

   I lower my head between your legs.  There is nothing you can do to stop
me of course; the spreader bars easily keep your pale and lovely thighs
apart.  Your panties have become virtually transparent from pissing in
them, and your shaven cunt glistens in open invitation.  As I lower my face
to your crotch, I can smell more than pee, there is desire too, boiling up.
I am almost disappointed that you are giving in so easily, but from seeing
you before I basically knew you would come to want this.  When I opened the
stall door and saw you sitting on the toilet with that nasty cigarette
dangling from your cherry-frosted lips, and you hands down your panties, I
knew.  I nuzzle you with my nose, inhaling your girlish scent, pushing and
sliding to moist satin against the flowery lips of your almost liquid cunt.
Your breathing quickens, as adrenaline shoots through you and with just a
little more pressure you are fighting to stifle a moan of pleasure.  My
fingers gently work the gusset of your panties aside to reveal the lovely
pink flower of you sex.  I have to taste you.  My tongue laps hungrily at
your plentiful juices.  Now you are truly whining with the realization that
your will power is almost gone.  Your hips begin to grind, pushing your
clit against my long stroking tongue.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Your gasp turns into a long, guttural,
and whorish moan.  Now my mouth moves down, to lick your nasty anus.  My
fingers are splayed across the round globes of your quivering ass, and I
part your cheeks, revealing your puckered rosebud in all its naked glory.
The taste is different, but agreeably so, as I penetrate you with my
probing tongue.  The muscles contract around me but not enough to keep me
from fucking your ass with my mouth.  Now your soul surrenders to the evil,
filthy, lust that you have kept buried.  But as your orgasm approaches, I
change the action, to keep you on edge.

   The little black box has been waiting patiently.  The wires connect to a
shiny black butt-plug, which has two curious metallic strips running down
it on two sides.  My fingers keep your attention focused on your melting
puss, and so you have no idea what is happening.  The first thing you
notice is when the well-greased tool begins to worm its way into your
rectum.  A long satisfied groan wells up from somewhere deep inside your
well-stacked chest and slowly escapes your pretty lips as your ass is well
and truly filled.  Now my little black box blinks to life as my free hand
switches it on.  You still feel nothing because the power level is zeroed.
That will slowly change as my fingers twist the dial.  The current comes on
so slowly that it is some time before you realize what is happening.  My
other hand is working your clit, which is now so hard that it feels as if
someone has surgically inserted a marble under you skin.  Your orgasm is
now oncoming and unstoppable.

   As fast as lightning I free your hands and unlock your feet from the
spreader bars.  You legs drop limply to your side, in the process forcing
the plug even deeper in your bowels.  My cock is swinging free and hard as
steel.  It wants inside you.  You offer no resistance to me as I lower my
cock to your glistening lips.  As I worked my swollen tool into your slut
cunt, I set the box to automatic.  The current will slowly increase its
intensity as I fuck you.  Now the slow progression of this game pays its
real dividends.  Your mind has been so utterly carried away with desire
that all you realize is that somehow you are being fucked in both holes at
once.  What you haven't realized is that your butt-fucking is really
selfadministered, as the increasing electricity forces your anal muscles to
contract around the base of the plug.  The pulse of the box is set to
increase the duration to constant, but for now the rate allows your
sphincter to relax just enough for a steady in-out motion.  I plunge myself
into your willing vagina, feeling the current through the thin wall that
separates the plug from my dick.  As the current increases, every muscle in
your groin contracts with greater and greater force, milking my thrusting
shaft.

   Now the final crest breaks within you and your whole body turns into
sinewy steel as you orgasm around the burning plug and my pumping meat. 
The box achieves its maximum current, contracting your muscles beyond all
control, and you can only shake as the orgasm rips through your entire
body, punishing, ripping, tearing, and damning you in a firestorm of
ecstasy.  You cunt is tighter than even the tightest of asses, milking and
squeezing me with your need for my semen.  With one last thrust I bury the
head of my cock against your cervix and explode, shooting a seemingly
endless stream of cum deep into your sucking womb.  Neither of can ride
this hurricane forever, and as the last vestige of orgasm passes us, the
timer releases, and the current shuts off.  Our bodies do a superb
imitation of death, as the tortured muscles finally stop spasming.  I
collapse onto your heaving chest, feeling my cock slip from the heat of
your semen-soaked snatch.  At the same time, your battered anus relaxes,
and the plug finally slides from your gaping ass.  This is the last
conscious sensation that either of us has, as darkness closes over our eyes
and we drift into oblivion together....