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Authors name: b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)
Story title : High School Punisher

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High School Punisher (fdom/m, teens, nc, rp)
by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)

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Angela is put in charge of punishing naughty high school 
boys.

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Chapter 1

The pretty 15-year old was clearly nervous as she entered 
the office of the assistant principal. She didn't know 
why she had been summoned. She didn't believe she could 
be in trouble, but this man after all was in charge of 
discipline at the school. She had heard that he was using 
corporal punishment on the boys. The boys bragged about 
the experience and how they had stoically endured Mr. 
Breen's whippings, much to his supposed frustration.

Breen looked up from his desk. "Oh, Angela, thanks for 
coming so promptly. Please have a seat," he said. The 
warm smile on his face assured her somewhat and she sat 
in the comfortable chair in front of his desk. He wasted 
no time on preliminaries. 

"Angela," he began. "I need your help. As you know, the 
boys in this school are nearly out of control. My 
whipping them seems to have no effect. It just seems to 
feed their bravado." 

Angela nodded. 

"So, Angela, the principal and I have decided that mere 
corporal punishment isn't sufficient. We feel that 
humiliation must be an integral part of the punishment. 
Do you agree?" Angela nodded her agreement, confused by 
the tone of the conversation.

Breen continued, "We have decided that from now on, the 
punishment will be administered, not by me, but by a 
classmate. Not just any classmate, but a female one. Not 
just a female one, but also one younger than most of the 
boys. Do you agree that the boys would feel humiliated if 
they were being punished by a young, girl classmate?"

Angela was almost in a daze. She thought she could see 
now where this was headed and she was at once excited and 
nervous. She managed to croak, "Yes, Sir, I believe it 
would." She held her breath as Mr. Breen continued as she 
hoped he would. 

"Well, Angela, we want you to be in charge of the 
punishment from now on. Will you consider doing it?"

There it was! Brenda was thrilled. Here was a chance to 
humiliate all those macho junior and senior boys who made 
life so difficult for the sophomore girls with their 
double-entendres, leers and vulgarities. But she was 
still confused and needed clarification. She hardly knew 
how to start, but realized that some appearance of 
reluctance might be useful.

Shifting with what she hoped appeared to nervousness 
rather than the eagerness she really felt she asked, "Mr. 
Breen, what would you expect me to do? What do you mean 
you want me to be in charge of punishment? Am I supposed 
to spank the boys?"

Mr. Breen leaned forward. "Well, Angela, that is a 
minimum beginning of course. But what we have in mind is 
giving you free reign to devise punishments as you see 
fit. You couldn't, of course, kill or maim them." He 
laughed, "We can't have them going to the hospital with 
broken bones, now can we? But otherwise you will have 
absolute and final authority to punish each boy in any 
manner you wish, keeping in mind that the punishment 
should be both painful and humiliating."

There it was! The opportunity of a lifetime. A chance to 
live her wildest fantasies. She wondered if Mr. Breen 
knew how much time she had spent studying Femdom 
websites. Surely he didn't appreciate how visions of 
dominating boys and men colored her fantasies as she 
masturbated.

She thought quickly. He hadn't said she would be in 
charge of "spanking". He had said she would be in charge 
of "punishment". Did this mean the opportunity she 
thought it did?

"Mr. Breen," she said with mounting confidence and 
authority, "from your phrasing of my responsibilities I 
infer that I can spank them, but that I can devise other 
punishments of a humiliating nature. Is that true?"

"Indeed it is. As I said you can do anything as long as 
we don't have to take them to the hospital when you're 
done with them."

"Well," continued Angela, "I believe the best way for me 
to humiliate the boys would be for me to sexually 
dominate them. That will be allowable?" "Absolutely," 
nodded Mr. Breen enthusiastically, "that is just what we 
hope you will do."

"Well, Mr. Breen, I think you can count on me. There will 
be very few repeat offenders when I am finished with 
them. Now, how long does a punishment session last?"

"The principal and I had thought that a 30-minute session 
should work for each boy who has earned 10 demerits."

With finality and almost arrogance Angela stared directly 
at him and said flatly, "Each session will be an hour. 
And believe me it will be an hour of pure hell for the 
boy!"

"No problem," said Mr. Breen nodding eagerly. "Is there 
anything else?" 

"Yes," said Angela firmly. "You will announce that 
henceforth all boys at the school are to address me at 
all times as "Mistress." Before Breen could nod she went 
on. "Failure to do so will incur a demerit. In addition, 
gross disrespect towards me will earn five demerits. 
During punishment, hesitation to carry out an order earns 
two demerits and refusal to carry out an order five. 
Agreed?"

Breen seemed somewhat startled by Angela's shift in 
demeanor, but since this was the kind of response he had 
hoped for, but not expected said "Absolutely, Mistress 
Angela."

"Finally. There are some boys around here I want to get 
my clutches on and I'm not willing to wait for them to 
earn 10-demerits. So I want the right to assign 10-
demerits per week in any way I want without cause." Breen 
seemed to hesitate. Angela went on, "this will instill 
awe and fear in the boys and that will make me more 
successful in carrying out the program that you want me 
to."

He thought for a moment before finally agreeing, "Okay, 
that should be no problem."

Angela rose haughtily. "Show me the punishment room." 
Angela no longer bothered with "Sir" or "Mr. Breen". She 
was the school Mistress. A minor goddess.


Chapter 2


The 48 hours since the conversation making her mistress 
had passed in a blur. In a few moments the first victim 
would be brought in for a 60-minute punishment session. 
She had used the time to have the room modified with 
racks and frames for tying boys in interesting and useful 
positions. The room was also well stocked with 
constraints, dildos, butt plugs, nipple-clamps and cbt 
devices. She had rulers, paddles, belts, whips and canes 
ready at hand. 

When her new role was announced at a school assembly 
there had been several sneers from the boys, and the most 
arrogant was from the boy who was now being led in. Jack 
Thigpen's sneer had cost him a quick five demerits 
putting him first on the list to be punished. Angela's 
cunt dripped in anticipation.

The male assistants shoved him into the room. He was 
bare-chested. There was a shock collar attached firmly to 
his neck. His legs were shackled to a spreader bar 
forcing him to shuffle with his legs apart. His hands 
were shackled in front of him and he was trying to hold 
up the loose fitting pajama bottoms. But in spite of his 
awkward condition, he was trying to maintain an air of 
bravado.

She held the control in her hand. Her finger was poised 
to send a surge of pain through his body that would force 
him to his knees in agony. She said firmly to him, "You 
are here for punishment. Prepare to suffer!" He laughed 
bravely and said defiantly "you can't hurt me bitch!"

Her finger came down viciously on the control and the 
shock collar pulsed into action. With a scream and a huge 
convulsion Jack fell writhing to the floor. Angela kept 
the shock going just long enough to shout at him "We'll 
soon see about that, boy. That's five more demerits 
you've earned for gross disrespect." She let up the 
control and Jack lay panting on the floor. She continued, 
"Keep up that attitude and you'll be back here for 
another session tomorrow."

She gave him only moments to recover. Then with a voice 
snapping like a whip, commanded, "Stand up, boy!" He 
struggled to regain a standing position but was hampered 
by his shackles and his desire to maintain the protection 
of the pajamas. Eventually he managed a shaky standing 
position. Angela circled him predatorily, eyeing him 
arrogantly up and down with her hand poised over the 
button of pain. Jack's eyes were unable to take his eyes 
off the control. They were wide with fear.

After letting him regain his composure, Angela sprung her 
next trap. "Drop the pants, prick!" Naturally, Jack was 
startled and hesitated, giving Angela a chance to zap him 
quickly, not enough to drop him but enough to stagger 
him. The pants slithered to the floor exposing Jack's 
cock and balls to her view. "That's two more demerits for 
hesitation. We've only been at this for a few minutes. At 
the rate you're going you'll be back here every day this 
week." Jack's hands moved to cover his crotch.

"Get those hands away from your cock. Put them on your 
head!" To his credit Jack was learning. His hands flew up 
exposing his equipment to Angela's view. The pain he had 
felt and the fear he now experienced had caused the 
natural reaction. His equipment had drawn up into him and 
was a puny sight. Angela stared pointedly at his crotch. 

"Not very much there," she said. "And you act like such a 
stud." She grabbed a camera and snapped a picture of his 
puny pecker. "I Guess after I share this with the girls, 
you won't be quite so cocky, pardon the pun." She 
laughed. Jack was red with humiliation.

"Now it's time for a spanking little boy." She sat in a 
chair. "Get over my knees." Again he hesitated and felt 
the zapper. "Two more demerits. You're already to nine. 
It's almost a sure bet you'll be back tomorrow. Now over 
my knees, quick." 

He scurried to comply and Angela now had a cowering boy 
spread over her lap, his shapely ass ready for the 
whipping she had in mind. Continuing to hold the zapper 
in her left hand she pushed down on his back. Then with 
her dominant right hand she began to methodically deliver 
stinging blow after stinging blow as hard as she could. 
Soon he was squirming, and she could feel his cock 
grinding into her lap. Her cunt was raging. Her juices 
were flowing copiously.

After about 25 blows with her bare hand, she reached for 
a paddle and began to use that on his reddening ass. The 
cracks of the paddle on his ass flesh were loud reports 
and soon he began to grunt with each blow and his 
squirming intensified. 

"Keep still, brat, or I'll tie you down and use the bull 
whip on you." 

His squirming lessened, but his grunting began to turn 
into sounds of pain. She shifted to the cane, and careful 
not to overlap welts and break his skin she delivered 
terrific, punishing blows. After only 15 strokes with the 
cane he began to shriek and blubber, begging, "Please, 
stop, please it hurts. Please! I'll be good from now on." 

She gave him an additional ten for good measure, 
eliciting screams of pain with each one and then 
disdainfully pushed him off her lap. He crashed to the 
floor where he lay huddled, unable because of the 
shackles to reach and comfort his burning ass.


She gave him no time to recover, but began hectoring him 
"Are you ready to obey now? Are you ready to do what you 
are told instantly, or do you want another 25 of the 
cane? Speak up, brat!"

"I'll obey, Mistress," he blubbered, tears running down 
his face. "Then stand up instantly," she demanded.

He struggled to his feet and stood facing her, his hands 
not trying to cover his genitals. She glared at him. "If 
I have to have you back tomorrow, everything will be 
double what it's been. So the rest of this hour had 
better see you exercising perfect obedience. One more 
demerit and you'll be back tomorrow. And that won't get 
you off the hook for today. We'll just start working on 
the demerits for a third day when everything will be 
triple. Got it!"

"Yes, Mistress," he said humbly his head hanging in 
defeat. 

"I'm going to give you a break, brat. I'm going to warn 
you when I'm about to give you an order that you might 
hesitate over. That way you can steel yourself to do what 
you're told without thinking. Thank me for this 
generosity, brat." "Thank you, Mistress."

"Now are you ready?" "Yes, Mistress." She held the zapper 
in front of his eyes for emphasis. Her voice like a whip 
she commanded, "Grab your puny cock and whack off." 
Surprisingly, though she could see how startled he was, 
Jack grabbed for his cock and frantically began pumping 
it. 

At first he had trouble getting a grip on it because it 
had shrunk so with pain and fear. But it soon was being 
pumped furiously. Again raising the zapper, she demanded, 
"Get on your knees and keep pumping." He sank down not 
missing a stroke.

It was clear that he was not getting very far. His pain 
and fear were overcoming his teenage libido. Angela stood 
before him and arrogantly unbuttoned her blouse. Soon her 
magnificent tits were swinging free, the nipples erect in 
their pink aureoles. The sight of her firm tit-flesh 
inspired Jack's cock and she could see it get bigger and 
harder. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the 
floor. She stepped out of it and, legs akimbo, thrust her 
cunt within inches of Jack's face.

This was finally enough for him and as he gasped with 
pleasure his cock shot a wad of jizz onto the floor at 
Angela's feet. Although she had never seen a cock erupt 
in person, her fascination was not evident to Jack. She 
kept her cool demeanor. Again she held the zapper 
menacingly before him. "You've made a mess. Are you ready 
for your next order?" 

"Yes, Mistress," he said. He swallowed as he spoke, 
clearly anticipating her next whip crack command. "Lap it 
up!"

A defeated Jack Thigpen bent to the floor and his tongue 
snaked out and lapped up the slimy, stinking mess he had 
deposited on the floor. She used her foot to imperiously 
point out stray droplets and he soon had cleaned the 
floor. The sight of this humiliating and degrading 
spectacle was exquisitely arousing. Here was a naked 
senior boy, beaten, defeated and humiliated carrying out 
the demeaning orders of his new mistress. Her cunt was 
ready for worship.

Angela sat in the chair and spread her legs wide. Get 
over here and worship my cunt with your tongue, slave!" 
Jack slithered forward and buried his face in her hairy 
snatch. He began to lick very inexpertly. Angela reached 
for the belt and struck him on the back. She grabbed his 
head with her other hand and moved it until his tongue 
found her clit. 

"That's the spot, slave, lick for all you're worth." She 
struck him again and let the pleasure build and build as 
she reached an orgasm more powerful than she had ever 
known. As she crescendoed she whipped him harder and 
screamed "faster, prick, faster!" She came with a 
shuddering, screaming roar and as she did so pushed down 
on the zapper control. Jack once again convulsed and 
twitched on the floor.

As soon as she had collected her emotions she forced Jack 
to bend over a frame that held him firmly in a doggy 
position, his hands and knees on the floor and his ass 
and mouth at the height of her crotch. "You still have a 
few minutes of punishment left, boy." She used the belt 
on his ass a few more strokes and then viciously struck 
upwards against his hanging balls. He screamed and nearly 
passed out from the pain as Angela laughed demonically.

While he was recovering she stood in front of him and 
made a great show of attaching a dildo harness. She could 
see that he didn't understand what was happening. The 
harness came with an assortment of double-ended dildos. 
She selected the smallest one-only 6-inches long and an 
inch in diameter and fitted it into the harness. As Jack 
realized what was about to happen his eyes got wide and 
he began to whimper. 

"Cheer up, slave, this is a small one. There's a full set 
here. See, this is the biggest." She held up the monster 
of the collection, a 14-inch long 3" diameter dong. He 
nearly fainted at the sight. "Next time you're here we'll 
use a bigger one. Keep coming and you'll eventually get 
this one splitting your asshole."

She put the monster away and with Jack unable to take his 
eyes off her fake cock she said, "Have you ever had a dry 
cock shoved up your ass? I understand it really hurts." 

Jack could only mumble incoherently. 

"What was that, wretch?" Angela snapped. 

"No, Mistress," he managed to blurt. 

"Well I'm going to give you a chance to grease it first. 
Open wide." 

He opened his mouth and she squirted the contents of a 
tube of KY jelly into his mouth. "Don't swallow, you'll 
want to have some left to coat my fuck toy." She forced 
the dildo into his mouth. 

"Make sure it's coated thoroughly, or you'll be sorry."

He made a valiant effort to deposit the jelly on the cock 
by an obscene display of cock sucking. In and out of his 
mouth the cock slid, the friction causing delightful 
ripples in Angela's cunt.

Finally she took it from his mouth. "I hope you did a 
thorough job. Slowly as his head swiveled to watch her 
she moved around to his rear. "Now relax your asshole, 
prick. You're about to be made a faggot whether you like 
it or not. If you relax it may not hurt too much." 

Again she laughed sinisterly. She lined up the cock on 
his anus and pressed it forward. She could feel his 
instinctive resistance. "You're not relaxing. The harder 
you fight the more fun for me, so keep it up. This cock 
is going all the way into your asshole. You are just my 
sex toy, a faggot being butt-fucked." 

She continued the pressure and despite the groans and 
screams from Jack as his ass was violated she drove the 
dildo millimeter by millimeter into his boy-cunt. Finally 
she bottomed out 

"There we go. You're now thoroughly raped. Now let's fuck 
you!" With that she withdrew almost the whole way and 
then thrust forward bottoming out once again. Jack let 
out a "woof" of pain. She repeated the process again and 
then once again. She began to pick up speed. 

The feeling induced in the cunt by her side of the dildo 
was beginning to drive her to another orgasm. She reached 
under jack's leg and grabbed his balls. As her fucking 
picked up speed she began to squeeze his balls harder and 
harder. Jack was now moaning with pain and begging her to 
stop. But she was soon fucking him with a violent fury 
and as she reached her orgasm she cruelly twisted his 
balls so that his screams of pain nearly drowned out her 
screams of pleasure and triumph.

She lay on his back for a moment, his balls firmly in her 
grasp. She pulled out of his asshole and walked around to 
his head. "We have only a few minutes left today. Would 
you like to try again tomorrow or are you going to clean 
the cock that your asshole got dirty?" Completely 
defeated and with tears pouring down his face and sobs 
convulsing his body he took the cock into his mouth and 
began to suck it clean. Just as the hour neared its end 
Angela had a third intense orgasm.

Slowly and deliberately she stepped back from the 
humiliated and defeated boy. She slowly removed the 
harness and put it aside. Then she donned a full-length 
robe and covered her now well-satisfied body. "Will you 
behave from now on, little boy?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Jack whimpered. 

"Well, if you don't I'll have even more fun with you next 
time. And don't forget, you need only one demerit to be 
back here and I can give you one anytime just for the 
hell of it." With that she untied him and with a 
dismissive wave of her hand sent him from the room.


Chapter 3


The next day at lunchtime Angela was eating alone at a 
table in the corner. From the stares she was getting and 
the whispered conversations taking place around her, she 
surmised that the rumor mill was working overtime 
concerning her punishment of Jack Thigpen. Certainly, the 
boys had been very deferential toward her when they 
couldn't avoid giving her a wide and nervous berth. 
Thigpen himself was sitting mute as far away from her as 
he could get with his eyes cast down.

As she was finishing her meal, one of her classmates from 
freshman English came to the table and sat down. Diedre 
was a pretty girl and had taken a lot of grief from the 
likes of Jack and his buddies. 

"Angela", she asked in a whisper, "is it true that you 
spanked Jack Thigpen until he cried like a baby?" 

Angela looked at Diedre and just smiled enigmatically. 

"I wish I could have seen that," Diedre continued just as 
quietly. Angela continued to smile. 

"Better, I wish I could spank the bastard!" Angela 
responded to this, "Why is that, Diedre." 

"That jerk has given me nothing but trouble. He cornered 
me in the hallway the other day while no one was around 
and grabbed my breasts. I hate him!" 

"Oh, he did, did he? Well, we can't let that pass, now 
can we?"

Angela hollered across the room, "Jack Thigpen, get over 
here right now!" To everyone's amazement except Angela's 
Jack quickly rose and came to Angela's table. He stood 
there with his eyes cast down. Quietly, so that no one 
but the three of them at that table could hear she said 
sternly, "Jack, you were naughty the other day and felt 
up Diedre's breasts, didn't you?" 

Jack mumbled, "yes, Mistress." 

Angela leaned closer and pulled his ear to her mouth 
whispering "You'll do what I say now, or I'll give you a 
demerit. Remember that monster dildo? I'd bet you'd 
really scream when I ram that up your ass!" 

Jack quailed.

Angela let his go and continued so that Diedre could now 
hear. "Jack, don't you think that Ms Diedre should punish 
you for pawing her?" 

"Yes, mistress." 

"Then I think you should get down on your knees before Ms 
Diedre, tell her you are sorry and ask her to spank you 
on your bare bottom."

A defeated jack, flaming crimson, sank to his knees 
before the startled Diedre and said "I'm sorry Ms Diedre 
for molesting you. Please spank me on my bare bottom for 
punishment." 

Before Diedre could respond, Angela snapped quietly at 
Jack, "drop your pants and shorts and get over her lap." 
Jack rose, bared his ass and laid himself over Diedre's 
lap. 

"Okay, Diedre," Angela said, "Give him ten good ones." 

Diedre needed no further encouragement. With an 
astonished crowd of kids looking on Diedre delivered ten 
stinging blows to Jack's ass. When she was done it was 
bright red, almost as red as his face. Jack rose and 
pulled up his pants. 

Angela pushed her face close to his and hissed just 
loudly enough for the three of them to hear, "You're not 
done yet. You will show up at Diedre's room tonight at 7 
sharp. You will strip naked and kneel before her and 
whack off. You'll clean up the mess with your tongue and 
then lick Diedre's cunt until she's had three orgasms. If 
she reports to me that you haven't shown up or did a poor 
job, I'll give you a demerit and you already know what 
I'll do to you. Understand?" 

"Yes, Mistress," a defeated Jack said. "Then get lost!" 
Jack scuttled from the room, slumped with dejection.

Diedre looked at Angela wonderingly. "You mean he'll 
actually do that?," she asked. 

"He'd better," Angela said, "or he'll really regret it. 
In fact, do anything you want with him for as long as you 
want. Tell him if he doesn't obey you'll complain to me. 
That will terrify him into being your absolute slave." 

From the look on Diedre's face Angela could tell that 
Diedre was thrilled and that Diedre's cunt was already 
dripping with anticipation. Her nipples where poking 
holes through her blouse.

Angela turned and looked haughtily around the room. The 
girls were staring at her with awe, fascination and 
respect. The boys were staring with fear. She was well on 
her way to godhood. She swept regally from the cafeteria 
to murmurs of awe and fear.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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