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Morgana's Painful Lesson

By: Morganauk



Morgana stood outside the Headmaster's office, nervously holding the note in her hand. She didn't know the contents of the note, only that it was about her and that she was in some sort of trouble. 

At 18 years old she already had a woman's figure and somehow looked out of place wearing the compulsory school uniform. She was short with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her full firm breasts left the buttons of her white shirt straining. She was wearing last year's navy skirt, which was now far short, but her mother said it wasn't worth getting another for only two more terms. Unfortunately for Morgana this meant that every time she forgot and bent over, whoever was behind her got a full view of her regulation navy blue knickers. She was wearing long white socks and black 'sensible' shoes that she hated, but her mother made her wear.

The waiting seemed like an eternity; why didn't he just call her in and get it over with – she knew it couldn't be that bad, as she didn't even know what she'd done. Her class teacher had just said to her that she was going to be a very sorry young lady and to take the note to the Headmaster. 

Now, Miss Robinson was an old battle-axe and a spinster and she had never liked Morgana. She took a dislike to her from the moment, Morgana had got the highest score in an all school sponsored spelling test, staff and students both took part. She had got more than Miss Robinson – an unforgivable offence. When she sent her with the note she seemed to wearing a very smug expression on her face.



"COME IN!" Bellowed Sir's voice from inside his room and Morgana timidly entered the room and sat down. 

"I didn't tell you to sit down Morgana, on your feet and stand in front of my desk." 

She jumped up and said sorry.  She allowed herself a quick glance round the room, as she had never been in the Headmaster's study before. The desk was very large and made of thick wood, but what caught Morgana's eye was the umbrella stand in the corner. Only it didn't have umbrellas inside, but a collection of half a dozen canes and a cat-o-nine-tails. He caught her eye and gave a half smile,

"Let's hope they won't be needed for you Morgana." 

She stared back at him horrified at the mere thought of it.

"Give me the envelope" he said grimacing. Whilst he opened it and read the contents, she took the opportunity to look at him – she had never been to his study before or seen him this close up. He was a sturdy built man with dark hair and a formidable manner. She also noticed what large strong hands he had. 

Suddenly he looked up and met her eyes. She flinched when she saw how angry he looked. "How do you explain this?!" he roared and threw the note at her. "I want you to read it out aloud to me Morgana." She picked it up and read out in a quivering voice read what was written on the note.

"I think that St. Hilda's school for girls is the worst school in the country. The teachers are not fit to teach anyone, especially my sour-faced teacher Miss Robinson. Headmaster Dave thinks he's in charge but the teachers run rings around him. He has got no control and everyone laughs behind his back. I think he should have stopped at his old school."

It was signed...Morgana

"But Sir" Morgana spluttered. "Don't but Sir me!" he shouted, his face nearly purple with rage. "Is this your signature or not?" 

"Well it looks like mine but," he stopped her sentence short. 'Yes indeed it does Morgana. I am very disappointed in you and you will be severely punished for this outrage'.

Morgana was dumbstruck. She knew that she hadn't written the letter, but it definitely looked like her signature. She knew no one would believe her and her eyes filled up with tears. 

"Too late for tears young lady" said the Headmaster and ordered her round to stand in front of him. It took all of her courage to look him in the eye.

"Now I know that you are a senior girl and probably think you are too old for this, but I want you to bend over the desk and lift up your skirt."

She started to protest, but one look at his face sent a chill through her and she decided it was useless to even try.

The desk was empty and she leant over it, looking fearfully at the canes. He saw her looking and explained as it was the first time she had been sent to him, he would be lenient and only use his hand. Morgana knew it would hurt less, but to her it would be so much more humiliating.

He rested his hand on her tight fitting knickers and she could feel her vulnerable buttocks tense against his touch.

"Six smacks for you Morgana and I hope it teaches you something."

"Yes Sir" she replied meekly. 

He raised back his hand and her cheeks tensed in anticipation of what was to come.

Smack! 

Smack! 

Smack!

Morgana screamed out in pain – there was nothing soft about this Headmaster she thought. She stood up in protest and he came closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Get your yourself back over that desk my girl, or it will be twelve on your bare bottom."




She gasped and bent over quickly, lifting up her skirt without being asked. She gripped onto the top of the desk, her nubile body stretched before the Headmaster. Her humiliation was acute and her bottom burning.

"Up on your tip toes Morgana" he said, "so your bottom is nicely lifted up for me." 

She quickly did as she was told and with out any further warning, down rained another three smacks.

Smack! 

Smack! 

Smack!

Morgana bit down on her lip, but could not prevent her tears from rolling down her face. She just lay prostrate over the desk for him, not daring to move. She awaited his next order in complete submission and humiliation. She imagined his eyes glaring down at her panties and she cried all the more. Her cheeks felt on fire, what firm hands he had. She thanked God that he hadn't caned her.

"Now my girl I want you to stand up and you may rub your poor little bottom if you must. It gives me no pleasure to have to discipline someone who really should know better. Have you anything to say for yourself?"

"Please Sir it really wasn't me. I didn't write it, honestly I didn't."

His eyes glowered darkly at her and she saw the anger mounting inside him. She all of a sudden felt very afraid of him. She hung her head and said nothing more.

He said very slowly and menacingly to her, "There is nothing in this world I hate more than liars Morgana. Have you not done enough damage by writing such an impertinent note in the first place, without compounding it with a lie?!"

She took a step back from him, pleading to him with her eyes. She quickly looked down again; she saw no mercy there.

"I have given you the chance to sorry and punished you Morgana, but it seems to me that you have not learnt your lesson at all. Due to the seriousness of this matter and your lack of regret, I am afraid that I have no option but to teach you a painful lesson you won't forget. It is full assembly in 15 minutes and I intend to make an example out of you. Report to the main hall with the rest of your class."

Morgana dejectedly walked back to her classroom rubbing her smarting buttocks underneath her knickers. She went in the classroom, her eyes still red from her tears of pain and humiliation.

She noted a thin smile over Miss Robinson's face. The bell went and all proceeded to the assembly hall, Morgana not being able to imagine what could be worse than what she had already gone through. As soon as they were all in the Headmaster beckoned her to the stage at the front of the hall where he stood.

Morgana stood, head bowed. The Headmaster proceeded to tell the whole school that a lesson needed to learned today and that a naughty pupil was going to serve as a lesson to them all. Morgana looked up at him and even though she was frightened, she admired him and his principles. How she could have ended up in this situation she really couldn't fathom.

"Come here Morgana and turn your back to everyone." On the stage was only a tall podium and he had Morgana bend over and grip it with her hands. She was blushing with embarrassment, but worse was to come. He called Miss Robinson up and instructed her to pull Morgana's panties down to her knees. Morgana was horrified by this. The Headmaster then told her to get on tiptoes and stick her bottom out further. There were giggles from the 'audience' and they could see that her bottom was already red from her earlier punishment.

Out of the corner of her eye Morgana saw the Headmaster wielding a cane. She paled at the sight of it. She was instructed to open her legs a little wider and to her shame she knew that her pussy lips and bottom were exposed for all to see. 

She started to whimper before the Headmaster had even spanked her. He took no notice whatsoever of her large pleading eyes.

"Six for you my girl and you will count out every one out aloud."

Thwack! 

Morgana screamed out the pain was terrible. 'If you shout out you will get the cane again and again until you stop. The first one doesn't count. Do you understand me?!" 

"Yes Sir" she mumbled.

Thwack! 1

Thwack! 2

Thwack! 3

Thwack! 4

Morgana thought she would surely die before this was finished. The pain was incredible, her bottom on fire and her shame overwhelming. But she dare not make a sound and bit on her arm to stop herself shouting.

Thwack! 5

Thwack! 6

"Now pull up your panties and stand there and let everyone note how naughty behaviour will be dealt with in this school." Not a sound came from the assembled pupils, all terrified of receiving some of the same treatment.

Everyone went back to the classrooms, but Miss Robinson waited back for Morgana in the corridor. She said to her, "Well little Miss Clever Clogs that will teach you to show me up in a sponsored spelling test." 

Morgana gasped in horror, "You mean you wrote the letter?" 

"Yes it was quite simple and of course I have many examples of your handwriting for the signature." She laughed out aloud at Morgana's shocked expression. 

Then from out of nowhere a hand appeared on Miss Robinson's shoulder. She turned around slowly and paled when she realised who it was. Headmaster Dave!

"Yes my dear Miss Robinson, I have overheard every single word."

He explained that if Miss Robinson wanted to keep her job, she would report to his office at 9.00am the next morning and would be getting the same punishment as Morgana.

Morgana laughed allowed when the Headmaster said that she could 'assist' in the correction of Miss Robinson.

When she lay in bed that night and thought back on the day's events, she was ashamed to admit to herself that she had rather enjoyed Headmaster Dave's hands correcting her pert bottom. What would he have thought if he had known how wet she had been up on that podium?

But of course the Headmaster knew full well what effect he'd had on her and looked forward to the next time...oh yes there would definitely be a next time.

PART 2

Morgana awoke the next day in a very excited mood. She wasn't a vengeful person by nature, but the thought of Miss Robinson stretched over the Headmaster's desk made her feel very exited. She was going to make the most of it! 

She couldn't help but wonder if the Head would make Miss Robinson take her panties down – she hoped so... She herself still had a painful reminder of her own treatment the day before.

On the way to school she passed by the old bike shed and some of the older boys were there smoking. They shouted of her to come over to them and she obliged them. There were three of them and she knew them all quite well – she even used to go out with one of them. They were always teasing her about her large breasts and she giggled and blushed. 

Then Ray, her ex, asked her to show him her bra. She just laughed, but he persisted. As she was in a good mood she thought, "Oh well what's the harm?" The boy's eyes were transfixed as she undid a couple of buttons slowly, to tease them. She liked the feeling of power it gave her and the boy's tongues were hanging out in anticipation. 

Her bra was bright red and lacy, not at all appropriate for school, especially games, but the wilful Morgana cared not one jot. She grabbed her bra cups and taunted the boys by appearing to bare her breasts but stopping at the last moment.

Ray then asked her to lift up her skirt. Morgana was too excited by this time to say no. She boldly stood in front of the boys, and turned her back to them. She lifted up her skirt and gave them a full view of her regulation navy blue knickers. They asked her to bend over a bit and she did. She thought to herself, 'well they are only looking...' The boys made appreciative noises as they saw her buttocks jiggling in her tight panties.

The next moment she was taken by surprise – she felt her knickers being roughly pulled down to her knees, exposing her still reddened bottom from the previous day's punishment.

Now she knew that she should have jumped up and ran away, but she loved the feel of the cool draft that wafted over bared buttocks and also the thought of the boys gazing admiringly upon her. So instead, much to the obvious pleasure of the boys, Morgana opened her legs farther apart and bent down lower. She knew they would be getting a glimpse of her moist little pussy lips and smiled to herself.

Ray said that she was a very naughty girl and would have to be punished for her wantonness. This of course was exactly the response that Morgana had hoped to provoke. Each boy in turn spanked her bottom, while she wriggled and squirmed with pleasure of it. Of course they were no substitute the firm smacks that the Headmaster had given her, but were non-the-less enjoyable for that.

Whilst one boy spanked her, another slid his hands down the cups of her bra and played with her nipples. Morgana just loved every single minute of it. Her rosy nipples hardened in seconds and made her moan and gasp.

They were all startled as they heard the 5-minute warning bell for school. Quickly the boys ran off, leaving Morgana to pull up her knickers and button her blouse. 

Today had got off to an even better start than she had hoped for.

Her face was flushed with excitement as she raced off towards the school playground. 

Such was her haste; she didn't notice the large figure of a man standing just a little way off from bike sheds. He had watched the whole episode with interest as it had unfolded between Morgana and the boys.

If she had known who it was she would definitely have curbed her wanton behaviour. 

Morgana raced into school and got to the Headmaster's study just seconds before the 9am bell rang – Miss Robinson, looking decidedly ashen, was already there.

The secretary informed them that the Headmaster had been slightly delayed, but had left instructions for them to wait for him in his study. 

Miss Robinson and Morgana didn't speak to each other, but Morgana couldn't help but give a little smirk when her teacher looked over as she was in a naughty mood today.

The Headmaster entered the room looking decidedly stern. 

"Right Miss Robinson", he said, "get over that desk right now". She lay full stretch over the desk and looked very scared. 

"Now then Morgana, I want you to punish Miss Robinson as you see fit – please commence." Morgana couldn't believe her luck and went straight for a cane. She then lifted up Miss Robinson's skirt to reveal a skimpy black g-string - Morgana was surprised to say the least! Who would have thought staid old Miss Robinson would wear that.

She walked round the back of her and let rip with the cane.

SMACK!

Miss Robinson howled in agony and Morgana laughed out aloud. She saw the Head giving her a scowl, but she didn't care, she was going to have her revenge. 

SMACK!

Miss Robinson shouted out again. But the more she cried out, the more Morgana wanted to punish her.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Miss Robinson's bottom was bright red and welts were forming on her bottom. The sight made Morgana smile – it served her right after what she did!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Morgana was out of control. Miss Robinson's screams could be heard throughout the school. Morgana showed her no mercy and ripped her g-string roughly down her legs. If she thought that by wearing a g-string she was to be spared the humiliation of having herself exposed, she was very much mistaken! 

Morgana didn't know what came over her, but she went over to Miss Robinson and forced herself legs wide apart. She stared at her pussy and the thick, dark, curly hair around it – she decided her own sweet shaven pussy was much nicer.

She held back the cane again, ready to inflict more pain to Miss Robinson's tight firm little buttocks, when the Headmaster grabbed the cane and bellowed, "ENOUGH!"

Morgana knew she had gone too far...

Her teacher was instructed to get up – what a mess Morgana had made of that poor woman's bottom. It showed bright red stripes in stark contrast to the milky white skin. Miss Robinson had tears streaming down her face and Morgana for the first time felt remorse.

"I'm sorry Miss," she said quietly.

"IT'S A BIT LATE TO BE SORRY MORGANA!" shouted the Headmaster. 

"You really have gone too far young lady." 

She had never seen him look so angry and felt afraid. 

"You were supposed to be teaching her a lesson for bad behaviour, not unleashing an unwarranted attack! Go and wait outside, I will deal with you in a minute."

Morgana looked into the tearful eyes of Miss Robinson and was ashamed of herself.

"You may go Miss Robinson and I don't expect to see you here under similar circumstances ever again. You will come with me Morgana."

Morgana followed the Head outside and as he made his way towards the bike shed a terrible fear came over her – had he been the figure who had observed her with the boys? If its was she knew she was going to be in BIG trouble.

When they arrived at the shed the Headmaster looked at her and said with a grimace, "Do you have anything you would like to confess young lady?"

"Yes Sir. I was a little bit naughty with some of the boys this morning, in here."

"A 'little' bit?" the Head nearly laughed, if he hadn't been so annoyed. 

"I want you to show me." 

"Oh no Sir, please I'm too ashamed!!"

Without warning the Headmaster smacked her bottom with such force that she fell to her knees.

"Now show me!" he demanded.

Morgana was quite shaken from the blow she had received and looked up to search for some leniency in his eyes. None was there...

"Well Sir, I bent over and pulled down my knickers and showed the boys my bare bottom."

"SHOW ME, I SAID!"

Morgana trembled as she remained on all fours and lifted up her skirt. She slowly eased her panties down to her knees, blushing furiously all the while. The Headmaster walked round to the back of her and feasted his eyes on her innocent young pussy.

"Is that all you did?" he asked.

"Well please don't be too angry with me Sir, but I spread my legs wide open like this." 

The Headmaster felt a bulge straining in his trousers. He loved the sight of Morgana's intimate areas, as yet never been penetrated by a man. She was a delicious specimen of womanhood that belied her tender years. How he would like to finger that tight little opening in her ass. 

He smiled to himself observing her feeble attempts at shaving herself – he would love to get his hands on those sweet swollen lips of hers and do the job properly. 

He turned his attentions to her wet little gaping cunt. He could see that she was as much excited as she was in fear. 

His mind wandered as he imagined plunging into her from behind and giving her a good 'seeing to'. He would love to grasp her hips and thrust roughly into her, over and over again... Then he would listen to her moan as she came to climax, whilst he spanked her with every thrust.


Morgana's Painful Lesson Ch. 2



It was Friday afternoon and the last day of the school year. There was an expectant buzz in the air, as everyone's thoughts were concentrated on tonight's leaving party. Morgana was as excited as everyone else – she had big plans for tonight.

Headmaster Dave had kindly agreed to hold the yearly event in his large country house. Only the older pupils were invited to attend, those that would be leaving St. Hilda's at the end of today. The school had become mixed within the last year, due to falling numbers and this would be the first time that boys would be allowed at the party. To add to the fun it was going to be fancy dress. 

It would be fair to say that Morgana was beside herself with excitement at the thought of it. Her ex boyfriend Ray would be there and she decided that she was going to have some fun with him tonight. She was after all 18 years old and it was high time she had some sexual experience. She had only indulged in minor petting behind the bike sheds and wanted to have some first hand experience of the deliciously, naughty things her friends had talked about. Of course she pretended to her classmates that she had done it all, so as not to lose face, but after tonight her revelations would hopefully be for real. 

She felt a shiver come over her as she remembered what had happened on her last visit to the bike sheds only a month earlier. Her face flushed and her nipples hardened at the thoughts of her spanking at the hands of her Headmaster. She would never forget the humiliation or the pleasure… She found her right hand wandering down towards her pussy, surely she couldn't be wet there already, just thinking about it! But she was and she placed two fingers inside her wet little slit, delving deep inside her before removing them and placing them to her full lips. She loved the smell and taste of her own womanly sex and greedily licked her fingers clean.

The school bell rang indicating the end of the lunch time break and it brought Morgana back to reality with a jump. She looked around guilty, but no one had seen her.

On her way to class she came across Marcia who had the reputation of 'having been round the block a few times.' She was 18 years old, going on 28, and very pretty; what this girl hadn't done wasn't worth bothering about or quite simply didn't exist! Morgana asked her where she going, noticing that Marcia was heading for the school gates. "I'm bunking off," she said. "Hey, do you want to come with me? I'm going to that new sex-shop in town. I looked in the window the other day, they've got some really cool stuff."

Morgana didn't even know of the sex-shop's existence, but told Marcia to count her in. So away they went without a care in the world. Marcia took her down a shady looking back alley and they entered the 'shop', which was no more than a house really with an open front window, displaying some very strange looking implements and dirty magazines. Marcia marched straight in – she'd obviously been here before. There was a grubby looking man sat behind the counter who leered at the two girls. "What can I do for you my beauties?" he sniggered as saliva spilled over his thin lips.

Morgana looked around mesmerised, but then she spotted a smooth, black vibrator. It was only 7 inches long but promised to give an orgasm to die for. The outer packaging said that batteries were included, it was virtually silent and called a Japanese Power Buzzer giving the strongest possible vibrations. "Sounds good to me" she laughed to herself. The temptation was too great, she had heard about these sorts of adult toys and what better time than this afternoon to experiment with one. With any luck it would get her 'in the mood' for tonight's party. She handed over her money and couldn't wait to get home and play. "Bye Marcia, thanks for bringing me", she called after friend. Marcia just laughed in reply shouting down the street, "Get yourself a butt plug next time."

As Morgana approached her bungalow she recognised the familiar car of the Deputy Headmaster Martyn. He would probably be here discussing school business again, as her Daddy was a governor for St. Hildas. 

She would have to sneak in the back door and get to her room without being seen, as school hadn't even finished yet. She slipped in the back door and along the corridor to her bedroom. The living room door was opposite hers but luckily for her the door was shut. She could hear them talking about next year's curriculum as she sat on her bed and took the vibrator out of its packaging. She turned it on and it buzzed away though very quietly. "Good" she thought, "nobody would hear it in here with the door shut."

Morgana took off her school skirt, navy-blue tight panties and her shoes. She felt decidedly wicked already! As she had loved being on her hands and knees for Headmaster Dave she adopted the same position on the bed. She turned her new toy on to a high setting and started rubbing it along her pussy. Mmmmmmmmm this felt so good. Her outer and inner lips tingled as she ran it up and down her sex, from her clit right up to her tight little ass hole. She moaned into her pillow and thought of all the lost time she had to make up for – why on earth hadn't she got one of these pussy teasers months ago?

Morgana decided to lower her body down a little and concentrate the vibrator directly on to her already sensitive swollen nub of flesh. She started to methodically move her hips up and down on it, savouring every delightful feeling. She loved how each time she raised her ass she felt the faintest of breezes wafting over the wetness of her inner and outer lips. 

Her whole body was aroused with desire as she rhythmically continued with her quest to find that point of no return. All of sudden she felt a heat radiating from inside her cunt and spreading throughout her wanton, young body. All her nerves seemed to be on fire and she bucked out of control. "Oh yes! I love this," she whimpered.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!!"

"OH MY GOD, DADDY!!"

She blanched as she turned her head and saw her Daddy and the Deputy Headmaster staring straight into her open sex. Her Daddy had been showing Martyn out and unbeknown to Morgana her bedroom door had silently fallen open. She recoiled in terror on the bed and tried to cover herself up as well as she could. She was terribly ashamed and felt sick and light headed with the shock. Her Daddy hadn't seen her nakedness like this for over ten years when she was just a child.

The Deputy Head said he thought that he had better be going in the circumstances, but to Morgana's horror her Daddy said that she deserved to be punished and asked Martyn to deal with the matter. After all he pointed out it was essentially a school matter, as she had played truant. Martyn agreed wholeheartedly but insisted that her Father stayed and watched over the proceedings.

"You have a choice young lady, either accept a spanking now or don't attend the party this evening." She didn't need time to consider, as there was no way she was going to miss the party and the Deputy Head knew it. "Swine!" she muttered under her breath. "What was that Morgana?" "I said I will accept the spanking Sir." Martyn smiled to himself.

"Right back in position Morgana" said Martyn very seriously. She looked at him in disbelief. 

As if reading her mind he said, "Yes I want full access to that naughty bottom of yours, you will not be forgetting this lesson in a hurry. Get on with it, on your knees, face down and bottom high in the air." He asked her Father to go and stand in front of her in order to restrain her hands while the spanking took place. Morgana's eyes misted over, face burning and her head was bowed, too ashamed to look her Daddy straight in the eye.

Martyn approached her and rested his right hand on her white fleshy cheeks and Morgana held her breath as she waited for the first blow to land. She felt him raise his hand and

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"NO!" she wailed. But Martyn was not about to be distracted from the job in hand. 

He loved the opportunity to get his hands on a naughty girl's bottom and he had to admit that this one was perfect for correction. It was beautifully rounded, soft and yet so firm. His greatest pleasure however was to catch those moist little pussy lips with his fingers as he spanked her. Through his experience he knew the harder he spanked the wetter she would become. She vainly tried to escape the next blows by wriggling her bottom from side to side and kicking her legs. This only encouraged him more to accomplish the task he'd been set. Her legs were now splayed wide open and he feasted his eyes on her gaping virgin cunt, dripping with her arousal. He licked his lips as he stared at her deliciously tight ass hole that looked perfect for a fingering or licking. There was no doubt in his mind that Morgana loved every minute. She was wet already wet after only six strokes; this little lady was one of the special ones…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK!

She felt the sting and heat searing all over her clenched buttocks and cried out uncontrollably, as much with the embarrassment she felt as the punishment she had to endure. "Please Daddy tell him to stop now," she pleaded. "I promise I will never let you down again." "Shall I continue Sir?" asked Martyn. Morgana's Daddy shook his head; he was a gentle person at heart and hated to see his daughter chastised like this. But he also realised that as a caring, responsible parent it was his duty to assert his authority over her when the situation arose, for her own good.

Martyn stood back and admired his work; a delightful pink bottom that he could feel the heat radiating from.

"Get dressed Morgana" her Daddy said "and get some cream to soothe your poor bottom, it looks terribly sore."

"Yes Daddy" she whispered. "I'm sorry." As far as Daddy was concerned, that was the end of the matter and he left the room.

Martyn leaned over and whispered in Morgana's ear, "Don't think I didn't hear you calling me a swine you disrespectful little madam, I still owe you. I will see you tonight."

Morgana sat on her bed somewhat bewildered and subdued, wondering how on earth she had ended up in a situation like this again. It was her second spanking in as many months! As she lay back on the bed applying cream to her hot cheeks a thin smile played on her pouting lips; how she had loved it…

Well three hours later, bottom still warm to the touch, it was time to get ready for the fancy dress party. She knew exactly what she was going to wear. She didn't want to be the same as anyone else so had decided on a slutty schoolgirl look.

She prepared carefully and started by having a relaxing soak in the bath. She was not a quick shower person, but preferred to linger in a candle lit scented bath. Now for the tricky business of pussy shaving, she took the razor and lifted her mound out of the water and started to shave the growth from the last two days. She kept checking with her other hand and was pleased how smooth and vulnerable it felt. She wondered fleetingly what it might be like to lick a shaven pussy like this. The thought did not disgust her, in fact she imagined she would rather enjoy it as well as sucking the nipples of another woman and tasting her soft mouth. Wasn't she already in enough trouble? She dismissed the thought and carried on shaving until she was totally bald from the top of her pussy right underneath to her tight ass opening.

She climbed out of the bath and went back to her bedroom and decided she would have a quick check to make sure she hadn't missed any hair. She got on all fours and positioned herself in front of the long mirror. A job well done she decided. She lingered longer than was necessary enjoying the sight of her own open sex, imagining all manner of things being done to it.

She put all her clothes for this evening on her bed. There was last year's white polo shirt, one size too small so it would strain over large firm breasts and her very short navy-blue pleated sports skirt; but there would be no socks and tight regulation navy knickers for tonight. 

Morgana decided on her most outrageous 3-piece underwear set, never yet been worn; which was deep red and covered all over in black lace. The bra was a half-cup balcony design and barely covered her nipples, but thrust up her heavy breasts deliciously. The suspender belt was six inches deep and boned and to finish was the tiniest of matching thongs. She pulled on her black glossy stockings and attached them to her suspender belt that would leave three inches of tantalising white thigh showing between her stockings tops and the bottom of her skirt. Last but not least her black patent stiletto shoes that were so high she could hardly walk in them, but then walking wasn't what she had in mind.

She admired herself in the mirror whilst she was just wearing her underwear and to be honest knew she looked more like a dancer from the Moulin Rouge than a schoolgirl, perfect… Ray and his mates didn't stand a chance she thought laughing out aloud to herself. Quickly she put on the rest of her clothes and reached for her make-up bag. There would be no point in going for a demure look tonight. She carefully applied her favourite silver eye-shadow, layer upon layer of black mascara and bright red lipstick; she couldn't help but imagine her lips fit snugly around a thick wet cock and licked them at the thought of it. Red nail varnish was her finishing touch and she was ready. 

To avoid any further trouble from her parents she then pulled over an old all-in-one clown out fit. She popped her head around the door and said she was ready. Daddy gave her a lift to the Headmaster's house and waved off his little girl, thinking how sweet and innocent she looked in her outfit. As soon as the car disappeared Morgana went behind one the bushes in the large garden and whipped off the ridiculous clowns outfit.

She walked into the house and straight down the hall into the lounge. As she entered a hush fell over the staff and students and Morgana's mouth fell wide open, for once leaving her speechless.

She was the only one in fancy dress!!!

Ray came right over to her and asked her what on earth was she doing. "Well it's my fancy dress outfit" she mumbled, "a naughty school girl." Ray fell about laughing as he explained to her that the fancy dress bit had been cancelled as so many people complained they didn't have anything to wear. "Surely you heard them announce it in our last lesson this afternoon?" he said. "I bunked off, so I wasn't there" she replied cringing.

The boys from her class swarmed round her like bees round a honey pot. She noticed that the girls tittered and gave her resentful looks, just jealous she determined. Morgana relished every minute of it; she was the star attraction and was going to make the most of it. 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Headmaster Dave and his deputy Martyn looking over and most definitely discussing her. Her cheeks burned as she remembered this afternoon's spanking and she was in no doubt that Martyn was telling the Headmaster every little detail. She smiled sweetly, thrust out her chest and winked at them both; she wasn't going to let them spoil her evening.

Ray was with his two best mates; there was weedy little Roger who wore thick rimmed spectacles and had buck teeth and Sam who was a very good looking black boy. Ray had always impressed her by his confident attitude and he was easily the cutest looking boy in school.

"Come on Morgana," he shouted over the loud music "let's go upstairs and have some fun."

She didn't need inviting twice and the four of sneaked unseen upstairs. They came across a large study/games room that boasted a full size snooker table in the middle. The music played throughout the house from speakers in every room.

"We're going to have our own little party aren't we Morgana?" asked Ray. She looked at his enticing wet mouth and into his dark eyes that shone with lust for her.

"Sure we are," she said in a sexy flirtatious voice. 

Roger piped up "Is she going to suck our cocks Ray like you promised?" "Course she is, aren't you babe?" he asked.

"Not only am I going to suck your tasty little cocks," she replied "I'm going to fuck the one who cums the most for me. Everyone line up next to the snooker table," she ordered. "Now drop your trousers and let me see what you've got hiding in there," she teased. 

They all lined up with their trousers at their ankles. Morgana licked her lips seductively and saw a twitching in their cocks already.

"You first Roger," she said and noticed his glasses were steaming up and his small prick already glistening with pre-cum. She knelt in front of him and licked the tip whilst cupping his tight balls. "Mmmmmm very nice Roger" she said and sucked hard on his knob. Poor Roger was shaking with excitement and shot his load straight away leaving Morgana feeling somewhat cheated. She gobbled up his spunk even so and savoured her first ever mouthful. She could easily acquire a taste for this. Roger looked embarrassed but happy. "Thank you Morgana - you're the best." 

She stood up and moved onto Sam, wondering if it was true what people said about the size of a black man's cock, as his shirt tails were covering his manhood. He smiled at her and pulled up her polo shirt, and stared appreciatively at her breasts that offered themselves to him in her sexy bra. He pulled down the cups and sucked on her nipples hard. 

"Oh yes Sam that feels so good." 

He roughly squeezed her soft breasts and bit into her hardening rosy nipples. She felt her pussy getting damp already as she moaned for him. The other two looked on, wishing it was them. Without warning Sam grabbed her hair and pushed her onto her knees. 


"Now suck it you bitch!" he ordered. 

When Morgana found herself face to face with his prick she thought she might die of pleasure; he was so thick! Not as long as long as some perhaps but that hardly mattered. She indulged herself on that swollen throbbing head. She strained to get him all in her mouth, but down she went sucking for all she was worth. 

All the time he pulled tightly on her hair and moaned "Faster, faster you cock-sucking bitch." 

What a turn on for Morgana, as she held the base of the shaft, wanking him as she sucked. The harsher he talked to her the more excited she became. Her mouth ached as it was stretched to its limits and yet she felt him expand even further as he reached his climax. She grabbed his balls and twisted and squeezed them, as she wasn't going to part with one drop of his love juice. The hot liquid shot down the back of throat and she found herself struggling not gag on it, such was the force with which he came. She swallowed like a professional and even when he finished she kept squeezing his balls and sucking him dry, she wanted it all. 

It was dribbling down her chin as she stood up to face and they both grinned at each other. Morgana feeling wicked as ever kissed him and deposited a saved mouthful of his own cum into his mouth, well it only seemed fair to share…

Wow she thought that would take some beating! Her body tingled with excitement and her mouth sore and aching but she had even surprised herself with how much she had enjoyed sucking cock. 

"Come here," said Ray, "it's my turn now you wench." 

She obediently stood in front of him and wondered if she detected some jealousy in his dark eyes or perhaps it was just lust.

"I want that polo shirt off you right now. Stand in front of me and let me see those tits."

Morgana quickly pulled it over her head and then removed her bra. He grabbed at her full breasts and squeezed them very hard before pinching her nipples and making her jump.

"That hurt!" she complained. 

He whispered into her ear "It hurt me when you made such a show of yourself sucking my mate's pricks, so you will understand that I want to pay you back won't you?"




Morgana's Painful Lesson Ch. 2



She didn't really know what to say and just hung her head. He started to lick and tease her nipples with his tongue and she threw back her head relishing every minute of it. He then sunk his teeth hard into her breast causing her cry out in pain, but within seconds she felt a rush of warmth inside her pussy and longed to be fingered there. Ray grasped her buttocks under the gym skirt and squeezed her rounded cheeks; he loved her ass and wondered why he had ever let her go. 

He then roughly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her down and pulled her face into his crotch. Morgana fell heavily onto her knees and yelped. "Can you smell my desire you horny little slut?" he shouted. Yes, he was most definitely pissed off with her she thought to herself. 

"Sam tie her hands behind her back" he said. Sam got her own polo shirt and tied her best he could. "Right Morgana unzip my pants with your teeth and hurry up about it!" he shouted. She fumbled and fought with zip, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't pull it down.

"You are doing that on purpose," roared Ray. "That's it, get on the snooker table I'm going to punish you!"

As Sam untied her hands Morgana felt afraid and excited all at the same time. She did as she was told and got on the table. "On all fours Morgana and lift up your skirt." When she was in position Ray went round the back of her pulled off her thong, chafing her tender thighs as he did so. She felt all three leering at her nakedness and pressed her thighs tightly together.

"A little bit late for that don't you think Morgana?" said Ray. "Lets not pretend any false modesty here; now spread those knees." She spread them as wide as she could and felt the excitement building within her. She luxuriated in being on show like this.

Ray stood behind her and pulled her ass cheeks so wide apart she felt she might split in two. He told his two friends to look at her tight ass hole and allowed them to finger it and stretch her for a few moments. Then she felt a tongue licking her there. 
 "Oh God, I love that. Please don't stop Ray." His tongue slipped further into her hole, in and out it went, and she started pushing back wanting as much inside her as possible. His two friends came to assist one at each side holding her cheeks apart. It felt like she was on doctor's table being examined and she smiled at thought, not a bad idea. 

Ray's hot wet tongue slid down her pussy now and the other two took advantage of her empty hole and licked and fingered it in turn. Morgana felt she might explode as Ray found her clit. 

All she could manage was, "Yes, yes, yes." Her body writhed with enthusiasm and Roger pulled her breasts and started sucking her nipples, as Sam fingered her tight ass hole and Ray licked her into submission.

"Please don't stop," she moaned "I love it". But they did stop, all of them. She was so hot and ready to come it was like torture. 

"You will suck my cock first you dirty little bitch," said Ray. She scowled at him, but would do anything as long as they started 'playing' with her again.

"OK" she said. 

He told her to stay on the table, as she was, ass in the air so his mates could look at and smell her tasty little cunt while she gave him a blowjob. He came over and got his cock out and made her bend further and she started start sucking. Mmmmmm he tasted so good she knew he would.

Ray started to moan as she licked the tip, tonguing inside the little slit on his knob. Then she took as much of him down her throat as was humanly possible. He took over at this point and started fucking her mouth, steady thrusts to start with then faster and faster. Morgana gagged and spluttered, bravely trying to keep control.

She heard his two friends chanting as they looked on, "Fuck the bitches mouth, fuck the bitches mouth." They had started wanking themselves in rhythm with Ray.

Ray was about to cum, but to her surprise he pulled out of her mouth and ejaculated all over her face. She gasped with surprise; it was all over face and in her hair, with some dribbling down her chin. Simultaneously Roger and Sam shot their load; it went all over the games room carpet.

At that very second the games room door opened. Morgana slowly turned her spunk-covered face and gasped in shock as she came face to face with Deputy Head Martyn and Headmaster Dave.

"OH MY GOD. NOT AGAIN!" she cried.

Martyn leered at her and told her to stay just where she was. "This is the second time I have found myself staring into your juicy cunt and asshole Morgana; not that I'm complaining but just how are you going to explain it this time? I must admit there's nothing I like better than a virgin little slut in school uniform. If you could only see yourself, rounded white bottom, wet cunt, tightly puckered asshole, skirt up round your waist and wearing that vulgar underwear and your black stockings. 

"I'm sorry Sir," she managed to whisper. "Please please don't tell my Mammy and Daddy," she said the fear plain to see in her shining eyes.

Meanwhile the lad's pricks had shrivelled up to virtually nothing! They just stared at the two men, not knowing what on earth to do or say. Headmaster Dave turned to them. "Leave your pants down and all of you bend over the snooker table." They tottered over trousers at their ankles looking as ridiculous as they now felt, their faces burning with shame.

"Please deal with them Martyn," he instructed "you can get the cane out of my games cupboard over by the window. Morgana kept quite still and was eager to observe how these 'men' would take their punishment." She was still in shock at being discovered like this, but even so his words sent an excited burning sensation to her pussy and her nipples hardened; she was going to enjoy this.

"You will each get six strokes of the cane and a letter home to take to your parents." The boy's legs began to shake visibly. "Of course you could always take twelve strokes and no letter," said Martyn smirking; it was obvious which choice he hoped they would pick. The boys muttered amongst themselves, then turned to Martyn and said in unison "Twelve strokes please Sir."

"YES!" shouted Morgana before she could stop herself and a hush fell over the room as everyone turned to look at her.

"Morgana if I were you I should start to worry about your own predicament instead of concerning yourself with others. You won't be given a choice." She cursed her big mouth; she just didn't know when to keep quiet. She was starting to feel uncomfortable in her enforced position on all fours and wanted to wipe away the sticky cum from her face.

"Right boys bottoms out at the ready please and for goodness sake cheer up," said the Deputy, laughing at his own dry sense of humour.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"OW! OW! OW!" The room was filled with screams; they hadn't expected it to hurt anything like this much. The Headmaster looked on severely and glared at Morgana's lustful eyes. She lowered her head quickly but too late, he had seen her.

"Continue Martyn please as I'm anxious to deal with this young lady's needs."

"My pleasure Headmaster, in fact I need to have a little word with our outspoken pupil myself; some unfinished business from this afternoon." Morgana groaned in realisation that by some miracle she'd hoped he might have forgotten her earlier little outburst.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Morgana stared down at the boys and could see tears in poor Roger's eyes. Sam stood firm, but his grimace showed he was fighting the pain. Ray gave her a quick wink, and she smiled back at him, so impressed by his courage. She then noticed something quite unexpected, all their pricks were rock hard; she grinned as she realised they were all turned on by their spankings.

Martyn inspected the bottoms, bright red and weals beginning to form. He hadn't drawn any blood of course; this man was an expert. He reached down lifted up their trousers and Morgana thought his hand brushed against their wooden-like cocks; surely she was mistaken.

"Right disappear you three before I change my mind and send letters to your parents anyhow." The boys couldn't get out of the door fast enough.

"Well now Morgana," said the Headmaster "I feel I have no option than to call your parents over this disgraceful behaviour." He walked over the phone and stood with back to her and rang the number. Morgana could only listen the Head's half of the conversation. "Morgana has disgraced herself yet again and has acted in a lewd and disgusting manner. So you want to place the matter entirely in my hands and deal with her as I see fit? I know you are bound to be concerned with this outrageous behaviour, but I have seen many girls like Morgana her over the years and trust me I know exactly how to deal with her. But you must give a free a hand in order for it work, my methods are somewhat unusual but very effective I can assure you. Yes Sir I understand; you don't want any details just the matter dealt with. I will personally give her a lift home myself right to the front door after her punishment."

The Headmaster walked towards her obviously delighted with the outcome of the telephone call. "Before I deal with you over this evening's little performance, I think that Martyn here has an issue to settle with you."

"Thank you Dave, I most certainly do. This young lady needs to learn how to keep her mouth shut and learn some respect. Keep exactly as you are my naughty little schoolgirl." He went to the 'games cupboard' and brought an unusual looking object. 

"Open that big mouth of yours Morgana." It was then she realised what it was – a ball gag! She had seen one in the shop and asked Marcia what they were.

"Please Sir don't make me wear it," she said with her big eyes pleading. He took no notice what so ever and placed the red ball in her mouth and secured it at the back.

"I am going to spank you until you cry Morgana. Only then will I feel there is any chance of regretting your outburst earlier. Brace yourself."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

She tried to scream such was the ferocity of the blows from his large firm hands. Her ass was on fire! He then rubbed her scarlet cheeks with those same hands and she moaned with pleasure this time, it felt so good. He let his finger trace inside the cleft of her upturned bottom and then slowly progressed towards her moist pussy. She wantonly spread her legs wider and crouched down urging his finger to delve deeper inside. 

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

This next barrage of blows came without warning and she felt them all the harder for it. His slaps caught her open pussy lips as well this time and she felt her knees buckle but managed to keep on all fours. Martyn walked in front of her and looked into her eyes, they were streaming with tears by now. 

"Are you sorry yet Morgana?" he asked. 

She nodded furiously. Even though she was in pain she felt her body reacting in other ways to this punishment. Her pussy felt warm and ached to be filled, her lips and clitoris were swollen with need whilst her rosy pink nipples had never felt so hard. 

"Time for the snooker queue test I think," said the Deputy Head. He picked one up and inserted the tip into her gaping cunt and swirled it around in her juices. He brought it out and showed to the Headmaster. It was glistening with her wetness. If that wasn't humiliating enough, he proceeded to remove her gag and tell her to suck it clean. Morgana eagerly complied with his order; she had always loved the taste and smell of her own scent, since she was a young girl in puberty.

"What a greedy girl you are Morgana" he mocked.

The deputy returned to her rear end again. He bent between her legs and she felt his tongue on her inner thigh.

"Just licking up the juices that are dripping down from your pussy Morgana."

She felt his warm breath on her thighs and that long tongue licking up her shame and couldn't help but press her sex towards him. Then just as quickly the tongue stopped.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Owwwwwwwww!" she squealed. " Please Sir I can't take any more!"

"I will be the judge of that Morgana. Have you got anything you want to say to me?"

"I'm a very sorry and bad girl Deputy Headmaster. Thank you for spanking me but please stop now Sir, I beg you. It hurts too much."

"Well now that's a lot better I must say Morgana. I think you have learnt your lesson for now and of course the Headmaster has yet to punish you for this evening's slutty display hasn't he?"

"Yes Sir," she said resigned to her fate, whatever that may be.

"You may leave us now Martyn," said Headmaster Dave. "One of us best keep an eye on things downstairs at the party and I will have my hands full here, carrying out 'Daddy's' wishes."

With that Martyn went and Headmaster Dave locked the door behind him. He instructed Morgana to get down off the table and ushered to a small antechamber that was in fact a bathroom.

"Lets get you cleaned up girl, you are an absolute disgrace." 

Morgana couldn't be more pleased; she felt sweaty and dirty and would enjoy nothing better than a long soak. She filled the bath and used the rose scented bath oil and was soon luxuriating in an abundance of bubbles.

"Now then where shall we start?" Her Headmaster had followed her into the room. 

"I'm big enough to wash myself now Sir, thank you," she said airily, knowing that he wouldn't take the slightest bit of notice of her.

He ordered her to stand up for him and proceeded to wash her shoulders and neck very gently with the sponge. He moved down and soaped her full upturned breasts, teasing the nipples as he went. Morgana found herself thoroughly enjoying the pampering and relaxed. Further down he went, over her tummy and down the front of her legs; then back up the other side taking his time, almost caressing her bright red bottom with the sponge. She thrust her bottom towards him and opened her legs without being asked. Dave just smiled and washed her back leaving Morgana somewhat deflated, but not for long.

He then had her bend over and hold onto the taps, instructing her to spread her legs. She obeyed without question and groaned as he dropped the sponge and slipped his hand between her legs. His fingers stroked her smooth shaven lips and he very gently inserted two fingers inside her.

"Beautiful," he whispered. Morgana bent further down and was taken by surprise as she felt his thumb playing with the skin around her asshole.

"I'm not sure if I will like," but she didn't get to finish her sentence as he pressed his thumb into that tight puckered hole.

"OH YES!" she moaned, " Oh God I love that Sir" she was whimpering at this point all the while thrusting her red rounded bottom towards him.

Then without warning his fingers roughly pulled out of her body and,

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Ow!" she turned and scowled at him. He chuckled as he explained that he wanted to know if it really did hurt more to be spanked when wet.

"Well I can assure you it does Sir!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Just making he sure," he laughed as her bottom wriggled and jiggled from side to side trying to out manoeuvre him. Of course she stood no chance.

He spanked her over and over as her fingers dropped down and she started playing with her own pussy. The harder he spanked the harder she rubbed her sweet little clit until she screamed out and came; the first time by her own hand. There had been a lot of firsts today.

"Get dried quickly, put on these clothes and come back out into the games room; let the fun commence," he said smirking. "Don't keep me waiting young lady or you will be sorry." Morgana picked up the 'clothes', if you could call them clothes she thought to herself. She looked at the 'top' first; it was made from black PVC material and fastened like a bra at the back. The front was laced right up and only a quarter cut bra held her breasts. She liked it! It seemed to offer her breasts for licking and sucking, her nipples going erect at the thought of it. The bottom was a matching crotchless thong, which gaped open showing off her rounded smooth mound. Then to finish were thigh high PVC boots with heels that must have been at least five inches high. She admired herself in the mirror and couldn't believe how good she felt, more of a young woman than schoolgirl she decided.

"Get your ass in here!" shouted Sir and she hurried after his voice. "Turn around slowly," he commanded "and then come over here." She paraded her body for him in her own coquettish little way and stood in front of him.

He took her hand and they walked towards what looked like a wall. But her Headmaster pressed a button and down came a strange looking cross-shaped contraption. He told her to lie face down it and she looked at him uncertainly feeling afraid of what might happen next.

"Do it!" he shouted and she quickly lay down for him. 

Her head lay at the top of the cross and her arms outspread across the wood. In the slightly thicker trunk of the cross were holes cut out for her breasts to go through, leaving her soft flesh and nipples exposed underneath. Down the splayed legs of the cross went her own legs, leaving her feeling totally defenceless and at Sir's mercy. He reached under the ends of the cross and quickly cuffed her wrists and ankles. 

"Let us begin Morgana. No use in trying to struggle as you can see there is no escape for you. You must take your punishment in the full knowledge that I have your Daddy's express permission to deal with you as I see fit."

"Yes Headmaster," she murmured softly. Although she felt totally intimidated and scared she also felt excited.

"Nipples first I think" he said. With that he kneeled under the cross and sucked her tits until they were hard and elongated; he then attached some nipple clamps and a heavy chain. She groaned with pleasure and pain. What a wonderful feeling, but she let out a sharp grasp as he tightened them forcing her nipples to bulge.

"Next the blindfold." She struggled and tried to stop him placing it over her eyes; she really didn't want to be deprived of her ability to see what he was doing.

"Keep still or I will gag you as well, you naughty girl!" Morgana kept still.

She sensed him walking away to the cupboard and then returning to her side as he began massaging her rounded buttocks. She relaxed, enjoying his gentler touch once again; but it wasn't to last.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"Arrgghhhhh! What was that?" she screamed. 

"This is my flogger Morgana, a faithful friend of mine, perfect for correcting your naughty bottom. Can you feel the leather strands licking at your ass and pussy lips? You have them displayed so nicely for me."

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"Ow! Ow!" she wailed, tears brimming up in her dark blue eyes; but the Headmaster didn't stop. He continued, blow after blow to her soft flesh. She started to feel aroused, couldn't help herself as she felt the leather tips caress the curve of her tender bottom. She strained to open her legs wider and he smiled to himself as directed three gentler strokes directly to her open cunt.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," she moaned. She felt that ache inside her again that made her want her pussy filled. Dave could sense her frustration and thrust a large vibrator inside her and turned it up to full speed. How he enjoyed seeing her youthful firm body buck and writhe in front of his eyes. He knelt between legs and she felt his hot tongue licking at her asshole. Again she pressed back towards him beckoning his tongue further inside that dark musky tunnel. He reached under her and pulled on her nipple chain heightening her feelings of lust, sending tingles of pleasure throughout her hot clammy body. The feelings intensified she was going to cum; an explosion deep inside her womanhood sending delicious sensations spreading outwards reaching every nerve. She was on the brink and yelled, "Fuck me Sir. Fuck me hard!"




Morgana's Painful Lesson Ch. 2



As her body went into spasm he reached under her and removed the nipple chains. "Oh God! I can't take anymore," she shrieked as the blood surged back into her nipples engorging them with the most fantastic sensation. The pain was acute for a few unbearable seconds and then turned into feelings of ecstasy; and all the while she bucked and squirmed on the vibrator.

She eventually came down back down to earth her body aching, her skin damp with her exertions and her pussy dripping, she was so wet. The Headmaster removed the vibrator and blindfold. He walked to her head and got out his prick. She stared at it only inches in front of her face and could see that he was firm already. "Suck it Morgana," he commanded and she obediently opened her mouth. He had a very tasty looking cock, dark curly hair at the base and about 7 inches long but so much thicker than Ray and his friends. He had tight looking balls and she longed to suck on them too. 

He started to thrust with slow determined strokes. She licked the knob but was somewhat restricted by being fastened to the cross. Dave must have had the same thought as her as he withdrew from her lips and then uncuffed her and told her to kneel in front of him. She didn't need any further instructions as she grasped his cock and licked top to bottom, then teased the knob with fast little flicks of her tongue. She felt him growing thicker still inside her mouth and started to gag on him. She fought to keep control but he grasped her hair and pulled her hard onto him and started to fuck her mouth as she spluttered. She felt the length of him down the back of her throat and sucked for all she was worth; something made her want to satisfy this man.

He started to moan and she tasted a drop of his pre-cum, he was nearly there. Her mouth ached but he was couldn't stop now. He spurted his cum deep down the back of her throat and she spluttered and choked but then somehow regained her composure and sucked every last drop out of him whilst gently squeezing his balls. He withdrew from her mouth and lifted her to her feet and kissed her full on the mouth; the first sign of affection he had really shown her.

"On all fours again my sweet little slut." He ordered. 

She got down on the floor and presented her sex to him. He knelt behind her and gave a few spanks for good measure and she groaned appreciatively. She felt his already semi-hard prick nudging at her pussy and then at her ass, as if he couldn't quite decide which to fuck her first.

"I'm going to ride you hard Morgana until you can't take any more and then I'm going to fuck you some more." His words excited her and she opened up really wide for him, ready to take him deep inside her body.

As he pressed at her asshole the music suddenly stopped that had been playing over the speakers. They both groaned with frustration as they heard the Deputy Head, announcing the end of the party and telling that the Headmaster would now give his farewell speech.

The Headmaster couldn't believe it! He jumped up and put away his manhood. Morgana didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed. He told her to get dressed quickly and join him downstairs for her lift home. By the time she got down the speech was over and he stood waiting for her, every bit the strict Headmaster.

She got into the car with him and started to think about what she was going to say to her parents. By the time they pulled up outside the house she felt decidedly uncomfortable. They both got out of the car, Morgana's still face flushed with the aftermath of the luscious sex she had experienced.

Before she knocked on the door he whispered into her ear, "You will report to me at school next week on Tuesday. School is finished but we have some unfinished business Morgana; I am going to fuck your tight ass and your wet little pussy."

"Oh I don't think so Sir," she replied flippantly, "School is indeed finished and I've left so there is little you can do now to make me obey your orders."

"Well I can understand you thinking that my pretty girl, but what you don't know is that I have CCTV cameras in every room and your little exhibition with Ray and his friends is recorded. We wouldn't want Daddy to see his little girl doing that would we? Perhaps you would care to reconsider?"

"Oh you!" she hissed.

"Oh me!" he laughed. "I will take that as a yes. Report to me at 9am sharp. Your little friend Marcia also has some extra work to do for Sir, so she will be joining us."

She rang the bell resignedly and Daddy opened it right away. She went in after goodbyes and blurted out "Oh Daddy I'm so sorry about the phone call from the Headmaster. I didn't mean to be bad."

"What phone call darling? We have been here all the time and the phone has never rang."

Morgana couldn't believe her ears! Of all the low-down sneaky tricks; he must have just pretended to ring her Daddy and now she had the dubious 'pleasure' of a further encounter...

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Thanks to all the people who gave me feedback and took the time to vote for Morgana's Painful Lesson, without your encouragement I wouldn't have had the guts to write part two. If you would like to hear about Morgana's next encounter with the Headmaster please let me know.



Morgana's Painful Lesson Ch. 3



Morgana lay in bed on Monday evening and wondered what the next morning would bring. Her mind had been filled with thoughts of nothing other than last Friday's party. She slipped her fingers inside her pussy and smiled as she remembered the events of that evening. 

The time with Headmaster Dave had been wonderful even though she still felt ashamed of her bare-bottomed spanking and how she had been so wide open for his eyes to feast upon her not so hidden delights. She was to turn up at school tomorrow morning and goodness knows what he had in mind for her, although she could give him a few ideas of her own! She felt good being under his complete control and yet she still had that little part in her that wanted to disobey him. Perhaps she really loved the spankings after all and wanted even more punishment from him. As her mind drifted back she rubbed her little clit and moaned quietly. 

Images of Sam came into her head, what an impressive thick black dick he had. Very tasty too if her memory served her correctly. She had really struggled to take all of him between her welcoming wet lips, yet he had insisted on pushing it right down the back of her throat making her gag on him. Her fingers were working herself really hard now as she approached her orgasm. 

"Fuck me Headmaster! Fuck me Sam!" she screamed into her pillow. 

What a dirty slut she felt at times and smiled at the thought. She licked her fingers, savouring every drop of her pussy cum; she really would have to make up her mind which of these two men she wanted to pop her cherry; that's if she got the opportunity to choose of course. She felt a little sorry for Ray as he was out of the running for now, but if she has got the chance of her strict Headmaster pummelling her from behind whilst slapping her cute ass and getting some tasty black dick, she wasn't about to give it up for anyone.

She drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Marcia filling her tight asshole with a butt plug in full view of the horrible shop owner. Marcia went on to remove her shirt and suck on her tender pink nipples. How good her warm hungry mouth felt to Morgana.

"Ring ring! Ring ring!" went her beside clock and Morgana nearly threw it out of the window!

"Damned alarm clock!" she muttered crossly to herself, "I should lying in today like everyone else instead of having to go to that rotten school." She had never been a happy early morning riser.

To make matters worse, her parents had said the previous evening that if she was going to school for a 'career talk' she was jolly well going to wear her school uniform.

She picked up her school report and wondered how she was going to explain to Daddy that every grade had dropped from the year before. I mean it wasn't like it was her fault that she was a growing girl and other 'things' had taken priority over school- work was it? But would Daddy understand? No he definitely wouldn't. 

The problem was that she needed her parent's signature on it, to prove that they had seen it. Morgana knew she was playing with fire, but thought, 'what the hell' and she forged her Daddy's signature. Her parents were discussing the possibility of her going to college or university and didn't even realise that there was a final report as well as exam results to come – they would never know.

She put on her ridiculously short school skirt, her white blouse and white school ankle socks. There were no navy knickers in her drawer so she put on her tight white panties instead. She hunted around and fastened her scrawny looking red and blue striped school tie round her neck. She hadn't been able to find a white bra and such was her sulky mood she couldn't be bothered to look any further one, so just didn't bother. She had never felt so ridiculous! Didn't they realise she was eighteen years old?

She grabbed her satchel, sneaked the forged school report inside and went to say goodbye to her parents. 

"Oh Morgana sweetheart you look so smart in your uniform, I can hardly believe you will be leaving school and entering the big wide world" said her Mammy. 

Morgana could have been sick on the spot there and then with disgust at her Mammy's words, but even worse followed as her Daddy suggested she wore her blue hair ribbons – he'd always loved to see her hair in bunches.

"You are kidding me, right?" blurted out a horrified Morgana. 

"Don't you speak in that tone to me young lady! You don't want a repeat session of last Friday afternoon and another bare-bottomed spanking do you? And I don't need the help of the Deputy Headmaster either!"

"No Daddy! Please don't spank me. I didn't mean it Sir. I will put them in right away for you. You are right, they look lovely for school." Morgana was so flustered and her cheeks were burning with the thought of it.

"Run along to school then, like my good girl" said her Daddy smiling and away she went before they could think of something else to add to her humiliation.

The walk to school was quite short and along the way Morgana met Roger, Ray and Sam. She waved over to them and they crossed the road to talk to her. 

"Look I'm really sorry about you all getting a spanking because of me the other night," she said, hardly able to keep the smirk off her face.

"Oh you will be," said Sam in his usual cheery fashion. "Where on earth are you going dressed like that anyhow? Talk about 'Little Miss Pigtails', he mocked her. "Schools finished remember." 

"Oh I have to go to see His Lord and Master, Headmaster Dave. Seems like I need a bit of extra tuition!" She winked at Sam who looked less than pleased with her for some unknown reason.

"See you soon then you lot. I don't want to be late for Sir do I?"

"OK Morgana, might be sooner than you think" Sam said with a rather mischievous grin she observed. He was always talking in riddles that black boy.

She decided to call for Marcia on the way, remembering that she had also been summoned. She knocked at the door of a rather rundown looking house; Marcia's mother seemed to sleep all day and goodness knows what she did at night! Well whatever the reason, Marcia had had to grow up quickly and learn to be self-sufficient from a very early age. Morgana couldn't remember ever seeing or hearing mention of her Dad. She knocked on the door again and rang the bell impatiently.

"ALL RIGHT! I'm coming, for goodness sake stop that noise! Marcia opened the front door and immediately fell about laughing when she saw Morgana.

"What the fuck are you wearing Morgana?" 

Morgana blushed scarlet; "Oh shut up Marcia! It's not my idea you know. I don't dare take the ribbons out in case Daddy can still see me."

"I wish I had a Daddy, who wanted me to wear ribbons in my hair for him," said Marcia with a faraway look in her eyes. Morgana felt a pang of compassion for her friend. 

"Anyhow, look at you! You look fantastic," said Morgana changing the subject quickly. Marcia in fact looked more like a prostitute than a schoolgirl; the contrast between the two girls was remarkable.

Morgana had always been in awe of Marcia's dark good looks. Today she was wearing a tight-fitting red satin top and a micro mini skirt to match. She wore black fishnet stockings that showed off her milky white thighs and garters. Her lipstick and nails were also bright red and glistened in the sunlight. 

"Come on then!" Marcia snapped.

Morgana looked up quickly, her mouth watering, from taking in the sight of Marcia's firm half-naked breasts, hoping her friend hadn't noticed her staring. But there wasn't much Marcia missed and she smiled thinking she might have some fun with Morgana later. She teetered out of the door in what must have been at least 5-inch high heels and Morgana gazed longingly at her firm little ass gyrating in her over-tight skirt.

Finally they reached school, by which time Morgana was wondering if she was a lesbian in the making! No. She liked men too much; she decided she was just young and curious and it was natural to want to explore all that life had to offer.

They wandered through the main gates and waiting for the two errant schoolgirls was Headmaster Dave and his right hand man Deputy Headmaster Martyn. Morgana looked at Dave and her tummy flipped as she remembered all he had done to her and all he planned to do. She definitely had a 'thing' for older men.

"Marcia you will come with me and Morgana with Headmaster Dave" Martyn directed them.

"Yes Sir" squeaked Marcia in the most coquettish Morgana had ever heard. 

"You look delightful Marcia," praised Dave. "Morgana take that scowl off your face and come with me."

So away the other two went Martyn and the ass-wiggling Marcia. Morgana had never felt so unattractive and felt sure that Dave must be feeling he had got second best in her. 

"Now let's get down to business young lady, first of all I want to see your signed report from your parents." Morgana sheepishly handed it over.

"What did your Daddy think of this then Morgana? He must have very disappointed indeed, you were doing so well until this last term. Come here and sit on my knee and tell me all about it." Morgana walked over to him and obediently sat down.

"Well he said he was pleased that I would still be able to go on to further education Sir and so it was all right," Morgana mumbled.

"He might be satisfied Morgana, but I am not!" God how it turned her on when he spoke so sternly to her. A shiver went through her and her twin pink buds hardened.

"You have gone down in five core subjects, twenty spanks for each you bad girl! As to your performance in PE, we will get to that later."

"But that's 100 Sir! I can't take all that, I just cant!" she screeched. 

"Let me do something else instead, please Sir," she purred in a low seductive voice.

Headmaster Dave just smiled and started to open her blouse slowly, button by button as she squirmed on his lap and he gasped in mock horror when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. He cupped her full white tits in his big firm hands and flicked his tongue across her ripened teats. Morgana threw her head backwards, revelling in his attentions.

"Oh yes Sir! Keep going, suck me hard Headmaster," she pleaded.

His lust overcame him and hungrily suckled her, whilst roughly squeezing her firm maturing breasts. He held her nipples in his teeth and bit down hard; how he loved to hear her scream for him. It wasn't just pain she experienced, but that bittersweet feeling of suffering under her tormentors hands. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him further down to her breast, encouraging him to take as much as he could in his enthusiastic mouth. For the first time in her life Morgana felt the fleeting feeling of sexual power she held over a fully-grown man and she relished in it. 

"You really are the most adorable little slut aren't you Morgana?" he growled. "Yes Sir," she whispered. "Can I suck on your prick please Headmaster?"

She didn't wait for an answer but knelt down in front of him and reached for his trouser zip and pulled it down eagerly. His cock jerked free, it was so hard for her already. She glanced up at him and saw a menacing stare in his eyes. She felt so deliciously submissive kneeling before him like this.

She cupped his balls in one hand and lightly squeezed them, whilst holding his cock in the other. As she wrapped her warm lips around the tip she heard him gasp and she began her task with enthusiasm. She slowly licked up and down the shaft, whilst peeling the back the foreskin to reveal his sensitive knob. Her tongue licked and flicked over the end and she felt him growing thicker inside her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head firmly down the shaft; now she had no choice in the matter and sucked for all she was worth. She started to splutter and gag as he forced his prick ever deeper down the back of throat. She looked up at him revealing the panic in her eyes but was met by a lecherous grin; he wasn't going to go easy on this wanton schoolgirl slut.

"Suck harder you greedy little bitch!" he warned, "Or you will see just how demanding I can be."

Morgana by this time had tears in her deep blue eyes, desperately wanting to please him, but feeling out of control of the situation now. He continued to fuck her mouth remorselessly, tugging harder on her hair with each thrust. His cock was reaching down the back of her throat as suddenly she felt his hot liquid release. There was so much, some hitting the back of her throat, while the rest spilled over and dribbled down her chin and onto the floor. Dave released her hair and patted her head, like she was a little puppy performing for him.

"That was passable Morgana," he uttered. "It's just a pity you made a bit of mess on the floor."

She glared back him defiantly. "Well thank you for the 'praise' Headmaster," she replied sarcastically. He reached over and yanked her by the hair, pressing her face to the ground.

"I will not stand for any more insolent behaviour from you, now clean this mess up!" he bellowed. Morgana looked around fretfully unsure of what she was supposed to do.

"Lick it up Morgana!" 

She stared at him in disbelief, but as she saw him about to raise his hand to her she quickly crouched down on her hands and knees and started licking. She felt totally humiliated her face aflame with embarrassment. And yet in a strange way she felt contentment, as though it was the right place for her to be, prostrate and subservient at this powerful man's feet, her Headmaster, her Master...

"That will do for now Morgana, its time for your spanking."

"But I did that instead of a spanking!" she wailed. "We had agreed it."

"I don't remember agreeing to anything, now get over here and bend over my knee. Morgana did as she was told but in her mind she swore she would get her revenge.

"The first twenty will be by hand over my knee." 

Her excitement mounted as she waited for the spanking to start. He lifted her skirt and smiled at her little-girl white panties. He started smacking her very hard over those panties and she howled in protest. He administered the first twenty straight off without any let up. Morgana writhed about on his knee, all fours cheeks burning with shame; oh but it felt so good! 

Dave peeled her knickers down to admire his handiwork and was very pleased with this pink rounded bottom in such close proximity to him. Morgana was sure she could feel a bulge in his trousers beneath her. Suddenly she felt him very roughly spread legs wide open and he slid a finger up inside her pussy. 

"Wet already I see my naughty Morgana," he smirked.

"Yes Sir, Sorry Sir."

"Now lick my finger clean." 

She enthusiastically did his bidding, relishing the taste and the aroma of her sexual arousal. If there was ever anything to get her juices flowing it was this. She had hoped he would finger her some more and she raised her hot cheeks up toward him, but it was not to be, he had other plans. 

"Go over to my desk drawer and bring out the cat-of-nine-tails for the next twenty," he said harshly. She teetered over with her white panties round her ankles and brought it back.

"Knickers right off girl! Do I have to tell you everything? Grasp the back of the chair and bend over. What a lovely sight you make Morgana, now up on your toes, I want that sweet ass raised nice and high for me," he chuckled to himself.

She waited in position and for the few fleeting seconds before her punishment commenced, she enjoyed the cooling air on her sore bottom. A barrage of strokes came harshly across her thighs working up towards her buttocks. She stood up sharply after the first ten and grabbed her rosy cheeks. She was jumping up and down rubbing her stinging bare bottom.

"Get back over there at once! I'm only getting warmed," he said in such a severe voice that she felt a lump forming in the back of her throat. I'm not going to cry she told herself, without much confidence. I won't give him the satisfaction. She repositioned herself and waited. He kept her there for a torturous three whole minutes.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

"Arrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhh!" she wailed. Her ass was ablaze now, the pretty pink turning to deeper red.

"Three more to go Morgana, keep still I told you!"

THWACK! This one caught her low; the leather thongs curling round her soft milky thighs. She braced herself for the final two, her knuckles now white with gripping the back of the chair so hard.

THWACK! The thongs went between her splayed legs catching her pussy lips that peeped through. She gasped in pain and yet her pussy was getting wetter than ever.

THWACK! The final blow landed right inside the cleft of her bottom cheeks. She whimpered softly in front of her Headmaster and fell to the floor exhausted with her ordeal.

"Not so bold now are you Morgana?"

"No Sir, its hurts so much. I'm really sorry about my grades, please can you stop now"

"Another sixty to go young lady, and you will receive every single one," he replied. "Go and bring the cane from the corner of the room."

She walked over slowly and brought back the cane. Her bottom lip trembled as she desperately tried to fight back the tears welling up in her eyes once more. She handed him the cane, her head bowed. Dave lifted her chin and told her gently that he was very proud of how she had coped so far, but it was for her own good and his duty to punish her fully. She felt a little heartened at his words and yet couldn't why she was desperate to please him. 

Morgana without being told bent over in the middle of room and grasped the back of her knees. She felt really afraid as she remembered how much the cane had hurt last time. 

"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Owwwwwww!" screamed Morgana as she jumped rubbing the welts on her bottom. "Please Sir! I can't stand it! I cant! I cant!" 

Sir approached her, "Get your wicked little ass in position you slut before I run out of patience! You well deserve this punishment and it's going to be my pleasure to give it to you!"

She stood still again, terrified of the cane. Her tears flowed very freely now and she made pitiful little moans and cries. But even though she was in some distress she still felt her nipples burning with desire and her cunt wet and dripping. She felt so ashamed of herself and a little confused.

"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"No more, I beg you Sir!" she squealed. Her tender cheeks were stinging so much and she was bravely trying not to jump up again, afraid of what he would do if she did.

Dave came over and said he was pleased that she had held her position. He gently caressed those burning cheeks, how he loved to punish this naughty girl. She had the most beautiful body he had ever seen or had the privilege to chastise. Her white rounded bottom was perfect for correction and turned the most attractive shade of pink, before eventually turning an exquisite red. Those breasts of hers were so delicious, firm large and pointing upwards that seemed to make them beg for a sucking. And how he loved her tears...

Dave gently opened her cheeks and she dutifully spread her legs wider for him as he stared at her delicate puckered little rosebud. He stroked his finger down the cleft and she felt her muscles tighten involuntarily, before relaxing once more.

He set about licking her with long strokes across the sore welts on her buttocks. He smiled as she pressed her little bottom towards him, so he might delve further inside. He loved her wanton enthusiasm and used his fingers to open her tight pink hole to stretch her for his tongue. She moaned in appreciation, she loved his tongue inside her bottom, almost 2 full inches were teasing her. He used his fingers and reached underneath for her swollen clit and began rubbing it gently.

The rubbing felt marvellous to Morgana, sending tingling sensations throughout her sex. Sir pushed two then three fingers up her juicy cunt and she unashamedly started to ride them, back and forth she rocked her hips, listening to his fingers slurp in and out of her wetness.




Morgana's Painful Lesson Ch. 3



He stopped licking and pulled her roughly over his knee and started to spank her with his large hands. He continued spanking until Morgana was worked up into a frenzy! She raised her bottom again for him, opened her legs and begged him to keep going.

"Oh yes, I love it! Spank me! Finger my pussy! Finger my asshole too Master! She urged him. 

The spanking with the fingering was almost more pleasure than she could take. The warm feelings inside pussy spread throughout her body as she approached an overwhelming orgasm. Her body shuddered uncontrollably and inner muscles drew the Headmasters fingers further inside her wetness. She started to buck underneath him and still he kept spanking!

"Oh God! Yes, yes, yes! I'm going to cum!

Slowly she came back down from her peak and the Headmaster held her tightly over his knee stroking her burning cheeks lovingly.

"Thank you Sir, that was amazing. I so love your hands on my bottom, in my bottom, well everywhere!" she giggled.

"You are a very seductive young woman Morgana, but you need taming or that wilful streak will always get you into trouble. I want all of and I intend to have all you. I may loan you out to others from time to time for my amusement, but you will not have sex with anyone without my permission. 

After your PE lesson I'm going to fuck your delectable shaven pussy and your tight little rosebud. I know it will hurt being your first time but that is my wish, so you will always remember it and know that you're mine. I will also bring you great pleasure Morgana; you need the experience and guidance of an older Master. Now get dressed for PE, I'm feeling generous all of a sudden your spanking lesson has finished early."

Morgana was speechless. She didn't know what to say to her Headmaster; she loved his harsh but exciting treatment of her but didn't know if she was ready to commit herself to him just yet. She wanted to be controlled and satisfied by him in every way but was she ready to give up all the fun she had planned over the holidays for just one man? Ultimately she knew he was perfect for her but damn it she wanted to be fucked by a few more men than him! She also remembered how he had treated her earlier and wanted to make him sorry. 

She just looked at Dave and muttered "I haven't brought my PE kit Sir."

"Now that is a shame naughty Morgana as you certainly cant do it in your school clothes."

"But then I'd be doing it in only my panties! She protested loudly.

Dave gave one his little sneers he seemed to save especially for her humiliation.

"Get on with it then. I don't like to be kept waiting. I want five laps of the running track and one of the cross-country course to finish."

"But that's outside! I couldn't possibly do it wearing only my panties and ankle socks!"

"Oh but you can and you will," he assured her as he cruelly twisted her nipple and brought to her knees.

She meekly removed her skirt and top and stood before him painfully aware of his piercing eyes, but she tried hard to not let him see how he intimidated her. She stood proud and pressed back her shoulders thrusting her firm young breasts provocatively before him.

"My impertinent little slut, don't think I can't see the insolence in your eyes. I will soon rid of your impudent attitude young lady. Get yourself outside and want to see five laps of the track completed in double quick time! It can make up for your pathetic performance last term when you missed half lessons doing goodness knows what!"

Morgana shyly sneaked out of the entrance and onto the track. Headmaster Dave followed her out, with his leather flogger in his hand she noted.

"Get going miss," he said helping her on her way with a thwack of the flogger.

She looked round the track and was thankful to see no one was around and off she went. Being a big girl her breasts jostled up and down uncomfortably and she grasped hold of them as she ran. That didn't last long though as over the loud speaker came Sir's voice telling her put her arms at her sides. She felt acutely embarrassed, trust him to get a loud speaker to add to her misery.

Half way round the second lap she thought she saw a movement in the bushes, but couldn't make anyone out. She kept going but was already getting out of breath. Each time she passed her Headmaster he 'treated' her to a stinging thwack with his flogger.

Third time round at the far side she had to stop to get her breath. Out of the bushes appeared Alan the caretaker. Morgana covered her breasts and dropped to the ground in a futile attempt to hide her body. Alan was one of those men that when he looked at you made you feel uncomfortable, like he was undressing you with his eyes, well he didn't have to imagine it this time. He walked over to her and leered at her body. Without warning he pulled her up and grasped her breasts, she was horrified!

"I've imagined getting my hands on these little treasures many times," he laughed.

"Stop it! I will tell Sir!" shouted an outraged and shocked Morgana.

"He won't hear you," taunted Alan.

He thrust her nipples together and hungrily sucked one then the other. He was extremely rough but Morgana to her chagrin felt those telltale nipples harden under his tongue. What was wrong with her? She knew the answer of course she just loved sex! She actually felt rather disappointed when she heard the speaker telling her to get going.

Passed the Head again, whack! She seethed underneath; who did he think he was? Back round to the other side had her puffing and panting and she smiled to herself to see that Alan was still waiting. This time she dodged passed him and teased him in mocking voice; "Bet you would like to have to got your grubby little hands on my gorgeous ass!" Alan was infuriated at having missed his chance to get another feel of her abundant charms.

One lap to go and Morgana was red faced and really struggling to keep going. When she got to Dave he explained that when she got to the far side of the track she would go into the little forest and complete one circuit of the cross-country track. His instructions were met by a scowl and for her trouble she got another whack on her sore backside.

"When you are finished get yourself into the shower and then join me in my office where at last I will make you mine."

Morgana's tummy flipped in anticipation, she was finally going to feel a man inside her.

"Yes Sir," she replied timidly, he always had that effect on her damn him!

Off she ran with renewed enthusiasm and left the track just before Alan could get his hands on her. She could see he was livid this time and chuckled to herself; she rather enjoyed having this effect on men.

She started to feel a little apprehensive the further she went into the forest. It wasn't that it was a long way just that it was darker and she didn't like being there on her own. Faster and faster she ran when a sudden movement up ahead stopped her dead in her tracks. 

"Alan is that you?" she called. There was no reply. "Please Alan don't mess about your scaring me."

Out of the bushes jumped the perpetrators.

"Oh its just you lot," laughed Morgana in a heightened squeaky voice. "You just about scared me to death!"

Before her stood Roger, Ray and Sam.

"Well now Morgana you look ready for a little fun," said Sam in an acrimonious voice.

Morgana didn't like the mean look in his eye and felt a bit scared of him. She decided to flee and made a run for it.

"Grab her lads!" shouted Sam. 

"Lets see how sorry she really is for getting us all in trouble the other night."

They easily caught up with her and Roger and Ray dragged her unceremoniously in front of Sam who grasped both nipples between finger and thumb and twisted them very hard making her cry out in pain. How she wished at this moment she was back in the strong arms of her Headmaster.

"On your knees cunt! You think you are so much better than the rest of us Morgana, even here today getting special treatment from Sir no doubt. You arrogant white bitches are all the same, you lead us on but the poor black boy is never quite good enough to fuck your precious pink pussy is he?"

Morgana fell to her knees and glanced around wildly looking for an escape route, there wasn't one. Her eyes filled up and she started to sob, the tears running freely down her cheeks. Sam knelt down in front of her and slapped her face sharply.

"Don't waste your tears, they mean nothing to me slut. You are going to get what's been coming to you for a long time."

"I've never said anything about you not being good enough Sam," she whimpered. Had lead on him a little bit in the past she wondered to herself?

"Oh so you 'want' a black man to be your first fuck do you? Here I was thinking I was only worthy enough for a blowjob to satisfy your greedy little mouth. Well I have witnesses now you piece of white trash; they will say you were begging me for it and by the time I'm through you probably will be."

Roger was too scared of Sam to do anything and Ray was still feeling very pissed off by Morgana's sudden lack of interest, so they both just nodded in agreement.

"I want you to stay on all fours like the bitch dog you are; Ray hold her hands so she cant move. Roger you can squeeze her tits while I fuck her"

Ray duly obliged and Roger's face lit up as he knelt to the side of her grabbed her full soft breasts. Morgana had never felt so scared in her life and her body started to tremble as Sam walked round slowly to her awaiting rear end.

He put his hands underneath her and touched the crotch of her panties. She flinched away from him. He laughed aloud and told the others that she had already creamed her knickers for him. Morgana's face burned with the disgrace she felt. He pulled them down and handed them to Ray.

"If she makes too much noise stuff them in her big mouth."

He roughly spread her knees and made her crouch down even further. She had never felt so deliciously exposed out here in the open. The summer breeze wafted around the wetness of her pussy and sent a warm tingle up inside her.

Sam then roughly thrust his long fingers inside her and made her flinch with the force he used. She became aware of another finger probing her puckered bottom hole, circling around and then plunged straight inside without any lubrication.

"OW!" she screamed. 

"You black bastard!"

"No more than you deserve sweetheart," he said as he plunged into her once more with full force. He withdrew his finger and she felt the tip of his dick pressing at her tight hole. She braced herself for what she knew was about to happen. 

He slammed his dick inside her. 

"NO!" she screamed. "It's tearing me inside Sam, you are too big!"

Sam just laughed, he wanted to punish this arrogant white bitch and he just loved a tight virgin white ass!

"Please stop!" she pleaded. "I can't take any more!"

Morgana's ass was on fire; he was huge! He grabbed hold of her hips and started rocking her backwards and forwards on his thick black dick. 

Each thrust brought renewed pain to Morgana, her tiny asshole stretched wider than she ever thought possible. It stung so badly and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. How she screamed, her voice piercing the silence of the darkened forest. 

"That's right my white little cunt scream all you like, no-one can hear you. You are no longer an uptight prissy schoolgirl, you are a black man's slut bitch. The more you squeal the more I love it and the harder I'm gonna fuck you. I wish you could see this black man's thick dick up that sweet pink hole of yours."

But as Sam continued Morgana started to become more accustomed to his size and the initial pain waned a little. She soon found herself rocking gently with his rhythm in spite of herself. 

Roger continued to play with her nipples and had decided to lie underneath and suck on them. It felt so good to her.

Ray began to kiss her full on the mouth; she had forgotten how sweet his kisses tasted. She kissed him back with enthusiasm, sucking on his long tongue and offering hers to him. She started to feel those familiar stirrings of desire; her pussy began to ache to be filled. Ray withdrew from her mouth and began to unbutton his trousers. His large rock hard cock jerked out only inches from her mouth. He saw Morgana's eyes darken with lust.

"You want this Morgana? If you do then you will have to beg me for it," he teased her, slapping his cock her across her cheeks. He smirked as he saw her unsuccessfully trying to capture him in her mouth.

"Oh Ray please let me suck you. I'm begging you, fuck my mouth with your tasty cock! 

PLEASE RAY!"

He slammed it right down the back of her throat and she spluttered and gagged on him and all the while Sam hammered away at her delicate little rosebud with his huge black dick. She moaned with pain and pleasure. Roger was so excited he bit down hard on nipples and was wanking himself at the same time.

Sam withdrew from her white cheeks and put the head of his dick inside Morgana's pussy. She knew he was teasing her; she needed him inside. Gently he moved just the tip of his shiny dark knob in and out. It was driving her mad; she desperately needed him to fill her aching cunt. She tried pressing back but he moved away.

"Please fuck my pussy Sam! I'm desperate here."

"Beg for it you white bitch!" he laughed.

Morgana knew she was beaten, she had to have him inside her.

"I'm begging you Sam ram your fucking big black dick deep inside my pussy!" She was taken aback at her own words, but she couldn't help herself.

He plunged deep and hard inside her. He felt so thick and filling in her hot wet cunt that she immediately started riding on his wooden shaft. Her muscles contracted pulling him deeper inside. She had never felt so turned on! It was so much better than she had dared to hope for. She was no longer a virgin... The thought turned her on even more and she rode his rock hard cock for all she was worth. 

Roger sucked her tits, Ray fucking her sweet lips with his delicious cock and Sam pounding deep into her needy pussy. She felt like a bitch on heat! All her senses had never felt so alive; the atmosphere was electric. She knew she would cum soon.

Then everything happened at once. Roger shot his load all of a sudden and with such force sprayed it all over big tits and he started massing his cum all over them. 

Ray's cock grew that little bit bigger and he grabbed her hair forcing his manhood even further down her throat. He let out a lusty groan as he came in her mouth. His tasty cum went down the back of her throat, filling her mouth in such abundance that it spilled out dripping down her chin. Morgana greedily lick her lips; she wanted it all.

Sam was riding her like a stallion punishing her sweet pink pussy with every thrust and when he started to slap her rounded buttocks with every stroke she felt she couldn't take much more of this overwhelming pleasure. The more brutal he was the more she loved it.

"Oh Sam I'm going to cum! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" 

Her body started to shudder out of control as she bucked and writhed on his magnificent black dick. Faster and faster he rode her and she responded with equal enthusiasm thrusting backwards on him. Her cunt was soaking wet with her own juices and Sam's pre-cum.

"Oh God! I'm coming! Yes, yes! I love it you black bastard! Fuck my white pussy!

Her orgasm was so intense she felt she might pass out and seconds later Sam filled her with his spunk. He shouted in ecstasy at his moment of release and pumped every last drop of his juices inside her tight cunt.

"It will never feel as good again Morgana, now that you've had a black man's prick inside you," Sam told her.

Morgana lay on the ground exhausted. What a fabulous experience. Once she had got over her initial fright she had loved every sucking, fingering, fucking minute! The harder Sam treated her the more she loved it. She knew she was a lost cause; a slave to her sexual need.

Her mind went to suddenly to her Headmaster. Oh no, what had she done! She was supposed to be going back to see him; he should have been the one to make her a woman. She suddenly felt the need to go and run to him, she wanted to feel safe in his arms. She quickly got up and went to put her clothes back on.

"Not so quick said Sam. We still owe you for getting us all a whipping last Friday night. Drag her over to that tree lads."

She thought about trying to run away from them, but she was so exhausted she knew that it would be a futile gesture. They made her stand up and tied poor Morgana with her back to the tree. Her hands were secured behind her and Sam made her spread her legs before he tied them as well.

"Right Morgana, I want you to think about what you have done," he mocked in his best 'Headmasters voice'.

"You really are the most delicious white slut it has ever been my pleasure to fuck."

With that they the lads turned to go.

"You can't just leave me here!" Morgana screamed after them. "Anything could happen to me, anybody might come along!"

"That's what I'm depending on," laughed Sam with a farewell wave.

"YOU BASTARD!" yelled Morgana after him. But her expletives fell on deaf ears.

She felt incredibly vulnerable yet in a strange way she felt liberated; there was something incredibly exciting about being tied to a tree in the open air like this. Her enthusiasm didn't last too long though as time went on she became stiff and ached. Her already tender bottom hurt even more as it rubbed up against the rough bark.

A cool breeze blew and she felt her nipples stiffen. There was sudden stillness in the forest and Morgana suddenly had never felt so alone.

But she was about to find out to her cost, that she was anything but alone...

To be continued...

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Morgana's Painful Lesson



He quickly gathered himself together – this was not why they here. He was a man in authority and his job was to teach this wilful young girl a lesson in good behaviour.

"Is that all Miss?" he asked.

"Well I don't want to say anymore" she whimpered, "as you are getting so cross."

At this point she started to cry and his heart softened a little towards her, but only for a fleeting moment. He must not show any weakness.

"SHOW ME!" he bellowed again. 

Morgana jumped with fright and he enjoyed watching her bottom jiggle around as she did so. He would soon be making that bottom dance for him.

She knelt up in front of him and undid her blouse – his eyes reflecting the rising excitement he felt. She shyly lifted her pale full breasts out of the cups and played with her nipples. They were lovely rosy nipples and how the Head wanted to tease them between his teeth. He would soon show her some respect. 

"I let each boy touch them Sir, until they went hard and stuck out like this. I didn't intend to, but another boy was spanking me at the same time and it felt so good I couldn't help myself. I know I'm a very naughty girl, but please don't tell my parents Sir as my father will put over his knee and use his belt on my bare bottom. I couldn't bear that to happen"

Her eyes filled with tears again and they spilled down her cheeks as she spoke.

"What am I to do with you then Morgana?"

"Please Sir, would you to punish me and say nothing to my parents?" She stumbled forward and clasped her arms around his legs. 

"Please Sir, I beg you, spank me as hard as you like but don't tell them."

How the Headmaster wished she was not a child in his care, he would do a lot more than spank that delicious rounded bottom...

"Right Morgana, I will do as you say, but by the end of it you may be wishing your Father was dealing with you instead of me. You have not only behaved in a disgraceful manner with those boys, but your treatment of Miss Robinson was unforgivable. You were supposed to teach her a lesson, not brutalise her."

Morgana bowed her head, but she dare not speak.

"Back on all fours young lady." The Head walked around the back of her again and knelt down. He put one arm around her waist so that she couldn't wriggle away and began spanking her bared bottom with his hand. She cried out with each hard smack, and he noted with some pleasure that her buttocks were blushing a nice pink colour already. He tried not to think about the stirrings that he felt in his manhood, as his fingers lingered and fleetingly touched her intimate swollen lips. Her body told him the excitement she felt at being spanked. Her nipples were large and hard and her pussy glistened with the moisture she had produced.

"Please Sir, no more, I will be good now, I promise", wailed Morgana.

"I will decide when to stop!" he shouted. 

"Don't you dare move or we will start all over again."

He then lifted out his cane from beneath his Master's gown and swished it in the air a few times. Morgana paled at the sight of it, but she submissively bent down lower to receive her punishment.

The Head gave her six sharp smacks with the cane in quick succession. Her bottom wriggled and danced as the heat radiated across her buttocks. Red stripes started to form on her youthful mounds and she moaned aloud with pleasure and pain. How he loved watching that plump little ass squirm under his administrations. It made him want to punish her all the more.

"Do you think that's enough?" he asked her. She had the sense to say that he would be the better judge of that.

"The first six were for Miss Robinson, these second six are for your shameful behaviour with the boys." Morgana gasped in dread at the thought of six more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

At least he had executed them quickly. Morgana had screamed with each stroke, as the pain seared through her white reddening flesh. After he had finished, she remained on all fours, not daring to move. He looked down at her and felt somehow proud of the dignified way she had suffered.

He knew it was wrong but as he kindly said to her, "It is finished, my brave little pupil", he gently gave each scarlet buttock a lingering kiss.

Morgana whispered to him, "Thank you Sir for making me a good girl."

As she smiled up at him in admiration and awe, they both knew that this was only the beginning. 

The Headmaster had many more plans for this naughty young lady's bottom...



Morgana's Painful Lessons Ch. 4



Morgana tensed as she thought she heard the rustling sound again, but there was nothing to be seen as she peered around; its probably just my imagination she thought shivering now as the day grew cooler. She reflected upon the morning's events and wondered how it was that she found herself in these predicaments. How many other people ended up tied to a tree naked? In spite of the circumstances she couldn't help but smile to herself; it was rather exciting in a way.

The Headmaster was waiting to deflower her; thankfully oblivious of the fact that it had already been done. She felt bad about him and just wanted to be back at the relative safety of the school. Oh she knew she had been taken by force initially but she couldn't deny, even to herself, that she had begged Sam to fuck her wet little pussy eventually. She wondered whether she regretted it, but no; she had to admit she had loved every delicious slutty minute of it.

Then out of the bushes appeared Alan the caretaker; the last person she hoped to see at this particular moment!

"Oh no, not you," she groaned.

"Oh yes my pretty one," He laughed "and am I going to have some fun with you! You thought you were so smart before running away from me but don't worry I'm about to make up for it now. It's payback time Morgana"

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me you dirty old man. I will tell Headmaster Dave and then you will be sorry."

Crack! The pain stung her cheek as he slapped her hard across her face. She dropped her head quickly to try and avert another blow and her eyes brimmed with tears as her face burned with pain.

Alan then proceeded to 'examine' her naked body. He licked her sore face and kissed her full on the lips. She instinctively turned her head away from him only to receive another sharp slap across her other cheek. This time her tears flowed freely and she saw him smiling as she whimpered in pain and fright.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way you stuck up little bitch; either way I am going to sample your lush body Morgana. It really is up to you. 

"Please Alan, just untie me. I will do anything you say." she cried.

"I knew you would see it my way," he sneered.

He licked the tears off her face only to replace with them with more as he cruelly twisted her hardened nipples between finger and thumb. He continued licking, down her neck and across her shoulders. She felt so helpless and vulnerable and was sorry she had been so cheeky with Alan now. His tongue reached her full white breasts and she gasped involuntarily as he flicked at her tender nipples. He squeezed her soft white flesh and greedily nibbled at her swollen twin peaks. She likened him to an animal as his slaver dripped down his stubbled chin.

"You are so disgusting," she muttered aloud without thinking. Too late, Alan had heard and was not pleased.

"That's it Morgana! I tried to be nice but no one is good enough for you are they? I'm going to redden that plump little ass of yours until you beg me to stop."

He undid two of the ties, one arm and one ankle, but retied her so that now her tummy was up against the tree and her bottom was in full view. He was very rough and her breasts scratched against the bark making her yell. She hated not being able to see what he was going to do to her. She heard him walking around behind her and out of the corner of her eye he seemed to be picking up branches and twigs. She had no idea what he was up to but she was about to find out.

He came up behind her and thrust what at first looked like a bunch of twigs in her face except she noticed they were tied tightly at one end. He grinned at her puzzlement.

"This, my disobedient little upstart, is a birch. You may not be familiar with it yet but by the time I'm finished with you, you will know it well. Now kiss the birch and ask me to spank your bare bottom with it like a good girl."

Morgana stared sullenly at him; lips pursed tight shut. She gasped out in shock as she felt a finger shoved roughly up her asshole.

"Do as you are told Morgana or there is worse to come. Now ask nicely." 

As he spoke his finger worked diligently up and down her crack and in and out of her tight little puckering. It really hurt and although it galled her to give in she would have to do what he asked of her.

"Please Alan, birch my naughty bottom and teach me to be a good obedient girl."

Morgana was smirking as she said the words and her sarcasm was not lost on Alan.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

She cried out, never imagining the pain would be so bad. It felt like hundreds of sharp needles stinging and biting at her soft white flesh.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Ow!" She wriggled her ass this way and that in a futile attempt to avoid the cruel sting of the birch. Alan laughed at her, clearly enjoying the spectacle before him and the delicious glimpses of her pussy lips peeping through her thighs as she squirmed.


Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

She was screaming now, the smirk had long since left her pouting lips. Her bottom was on fire. This was so much more painful than a hand spanking and at that moment once again she longed to back over the knee of her Headmaster.

"Had enough yet slut?"

"Yes Alan, I implore you to stop. Please, I will do anything you say but I can't take any more of that."

"You will beg to suck my dick Morgana won't you? I'm waiting bitch!"

The thought revolted her but she was desperate for release from her bondage and the smarting of her tenderised buttocks.

"I will do it," she muttered resentfully.

"Beg bitch."

"Please Alan allow me to suck on your wonderful cock. I am begging you. Let me kneel before you and suck you off Sir. I will make it good, I promise."

"Oh I know you will make a good job of it because if I'm not completely satisfied I will birch you until you bleed and leave you here."

Morgana trembled at his words but thankfully he untied her from the tree as agreed. She looked at her white breasts now bearing ugly red scratches from the roughness of the bark and she grabbed her hot bum cheeks trying to rub the soreness away.

Alan seized her shoulders and forced her down to her knees, her head at crotch level. He undid his zip immediately and out jerked his cock. It was quite short but very thick. It smelt strongly of his maleness and Morgana was not entirely sure when he had last taken a bath, certainly not for a day or two. The last thing she wanted to do was to put this 'thing' between her full sweet lips. She balked with it being anywhere near her mouth never mind in it.

Alan picked up the birch and threatened to whip her again if she didn't comply. She looked up at him with tearful eyes and he nodded for her to continue. She took a gulp and as she closed her eyes big teardrops plopped down her cheeks. Her mouth opened and she took an inch of him. He tasted of dried old cum and goodness knows what else. She immediately gagged on him. No way was she going to let him fuck her warm little mouth. She thought quickly and bit down hard.

He roared in rage and pain, grabbing for her hair and his cock at the same time, but Morgana was already half way up and making a break for it. She dashed full speed ahead toward the running track scratching her arms and legs in her haste. She heard him howling and then he was making his way in her direction. Blindly she ran onwards, fear giving renewed vigour to her tiring legs. The track was in site. 

Nearly there she thought her legs suddenly feeling like jelly and her chest heaving with her exertions. Alan was closing on her and she was faltering at every step now. She saw the clearing only feet away and was delighted to see her friend Marcia stood there. Alan hot on their heels saw Morgana's friend and halted in his tracks.

She was safe. She grabbed hold of Marcia unable to speak as she crying so much and was so out of breath. They headed towards the school, Morgana not even daring to turn her head and look back at the two beasts from which she had just escaped. If she had she would have seen a furious red faced caretaker shaking his fist at her.

Marcia was full of questions and while they hurried back to the changing rooms Morgana told her tale of woe. Luckily they got inside before the Headmaster or his Deputy caught sight of them.

"There will be some spare gym kit in lost property," said Marcia "but I think we best get you in the shower first."

Morgana walked quietly behind her to the changing rooms. Marcia volunteered to help her and took off her own clothes to enter the showers with her. Once again Morgana admired her dark good looks and opulent body.

Marcia turned on the water and gently began soaping Morgana's pale sore body. When the water first struck her scratched breasts she cried out but then relaxed as the warmth of the water and the gentleness of Marcia's hands soothed her.

"You poor girl," said Marcia as she continued washing Morgana's back. "Men can be such brutes at times."

Morgana sighed contentedly whilst luxuriating in the tepid water and being pampered by these kindly soft hands. She flinched as Marcia reached and soaped her bottom. Her cheeks still burned hot after the birching.

"Get on your knees for me Morgana sweetheart, it will be easier for us both."

Morgana got down on all fours and felt the calming water running through her golden hair, down her back and eventually trickle inside her darkened cleft. It felt so good; she closed her eyes and delighted in the pampering she was receiving. Marcia took her chance, she had wanted to caress her friend intimately for a long time now and see if she responded to the feminine touch.

She was not disappointed. Morgana seemed to drift into a world of faraway rapture; her eyes tight shut as her friend stroked her sensitive red bottom. She licked at the garish looking welts and dared to let her tongue slip down towards that dark tight hole that presented itself in front of her eyes. There was no resistance from Morgana, in fact she seemed to welcome it, so she tentatively prised her buttocks apart and feasted upon her puckered hole. Morgana moaned and groaned with pleasure, caring not one bit that it was a woman who brought her these desirable indulgences, her only hope was that it didn't stop. She was licked and fingered so deliciously that she crouched even lower and thereby enticed Marcia deeper into her greedy hole. For ten full minutes she was pleasured this way.

Marcia encouraged by Morgana's growing lust, whispered softly into her ear that she should turn over onto her back. She reached up and turned off the shower not welcoming anything that might distract her from Morgana's succulent body. She got on all fours on top of her friend and began stroking the full pert breasts. She teased the nipples expertly and as they swelled she sucked ravenously upon them. Morgana was so exhausted after her ordeal that, even if she had wanted to, she was powerless to resist. Her slick and wanton body squirmed and writhed beneath Marcia's covetous mouth. Her friend's hands began to explore forever downward until she reached Morgana's smooth shaven mound. She fingered, stroked and worked on her pussy and became greatly aroused by Morgana's honeyed scent.

She rubbed the pretty blonde's already swollen clitoris and fingered her labia. Morgana obligingly opened her legs even wider as Marcia traced an invisible line down her wet tummy with her tongue until she found that sensitive nub.

"Hold your pussy open for me darling," she cooed.

The dark beauty worked quickly on Morgana whose feelings seemed greatly heightened with the soapy wetness causing her body to tingle all over. Morgana held back her pussy lips as Marcia flicked her tongue rhythmically over her sensitive clit. Marcia slipped a finger into her soaking cunt and another into her tight asshole and began to thrust slowly and deliberately. Morgana thrashed about from side to side; the pleasure was almost too much to bear, but Marcia had her in a vicelike grip and wasn't allowing her to go anywhere. She felt that unmistakable aching deep inside as her orgasm built. She flushed hotter and hotter feeling her mouth growing dry and then she finally got her release as her body shuddered time and again.

"Oh yes. Oh God. Oh fuck!" She screamed. "I can't take any more Marcy. Pleeease."

But Marcia held firm not allowing Morgana to come back down. She brought her to the hilt time and again. It was the sweetest torture Morgana had ever experienced. After much pleading Marcia let her 'victim' go. She crawled back up her damp abdomen and kissed her fully on the lips. Morgana welcomed her and their tongues mingled in a sweet intimacy. The girls held each other tightly then eventually broke away. Marcia was touched to see that her companion was crying.

"It was so lovely," she whispered. "Thank you Marcia. I'm not crying because I'm sad it's because it was so gentle and loving."

"Well sometimes we women have the edge in these matters." smiled Marcia.

"But men do have certain advantages," grinned Morgana at which they both fell about laughing in fits of girlish giggles.

"Was Sam good then?" asked Marcia.

"Oh well he had me begging for it," laughed Morgana. "He's got a tasty big black prick that's for sure and I loved him ramming it in my pussy. He is a bit rough though, not that I'm complaining."

The girls heard voices in the changing rooms.

"Come on we best get dressed Morgana. They are going to wonder where on earth we have been. The Headmaster says we had to report to the gym and that was over hour ago. So we are already in trouble."

When they walked out from the showers the two Masters were there in the changing room. They were talking in hushed tones and stopped when they saw the girls.

"In the gym in two minutes you two. No clothes required." Dave looked really grim and his voice was stern.

The girls got dried quickly and made their way to the gym to join the Masters and held their hands over their private parts in a futile attempt to hide their nakedness.

"You both got terrible grades in PE and now its time to make amends. I will give you some exercises that you wont forget about it hurry."

The two girls looked at each other and for some unknown reason burst into fits of giggles again.

"So you think this is a joke do you Morgana? For a supposedly maturing young woman you really are quite pathetic at times. You act like a child and will be treated like one. Come and stand in front of me, hands by your sides."

She approached him, no longer laughing, with her head bowed. She was feeling very conscious of her nakedness. He stared at her for what felt like an eternity and just by being in his presence her nipples stiffened and pussy moistened. He seemed to have a sad expression that Morgana hadn't seen before today. Dave ordered her to bend over and touch her toes with her legs apart. 

"What happens to naughty girls in this school Morgana?"

"They get their bottoms spanked Headmaster," she replied fully aware of three sets of eyes staring intently at wet slit and puckered asshole.

"Correct young lady and isn't it fortunate that I have two helpers to share in the fun?"

"Yes Sir," she muttered sulkily. "Why is it just me again? Marcia was laughing as well Sir and her grades were equally bad."

"Because I said so Morgana and that is a good enough reason. Don't you dare question my authority again."

Looking upside down through her legs she saw that Martyn and Marcia were grinning and she was sure they were actually licking their lips in anticipation. Each was invited to pick an implement to spank her with from the gym cupboard. Marcia came back with a table tennis bat and Deputy Martyn was holding an old plimsoll that had been discarded. Dave said he would keep to his faithful flogger.

It was decided that Martyn would go first. He placed one hand on the small of her back and showed her plimsoll.

"Kiss it Morgana and ask me nicely colour your bottom with it."

"Please Martyn smack my naughty bottom." She spoke in a very matter of fact fashion and she didn't sound anything like repentant enough for Martyn's liking. He took her nipple and rolled it between finger and thumb. Morgana sighed appreciatively at first but was soon squealing as he increased the pressure and twisted it cruelly. Her hard erect nipple grew red and throbbed.

"Please Sir, it hurts!" She knew that wasn't going to be enough as he subjected her other nipple the same treatment.

"Please Sir, I am a very bad girl and beg you to spank me with the plimsoll and make a good girl. Please may I kiss it Sir?"

"That's more like it young lady, now lets get on!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Morgana lost her balance with the harshness of the blows and fell to her knees. Her bottom was stinging like hell. She got up and started rubbing her bum, hopping from one foot to the other.

"Hands by your sides. Bend over this instant and spread those legs."

Morgana jumped at his words and got back in position quickly. He stroked her bare bottom with his hand steadying her for the next six. In spite of herself poor slutty Morgana thrust her bottom towards his hand; she really couldn't help herself.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Morgana held her position this time, even though her buttocks burned. He had certainly laid it on hard but she would show them; they weren't going to break her spirit in a hurry. 

"Right Marcia, your turn to try and instil some discipline into this naughty girl. I want you to deliver twelve bats to Morgana's bare backside, but you will run round the gym and administer one for each lap. Now get moving young lady or you will be changing places. If you don't lay it on hard enough you will receive twice the amount yourself."

Marcia needed no further encouragement and raced round the gym stopping after each lap to deliver a very hard crack to her friend's tender, exposed cheeks. To think only minutes earlier she had licking and kissing that same bottom. Morgana howled with each blow but still managed to keep bent over and not grab her reddening ass. She felt self-conscious as Martyn and Dave took up position directly behind her, feeling their eyes feast on her intimate areas.

"Bravo Marcia you have excelled yourself. That fine ass of Morgana's looks very rosy indeed. I want you to go with Martyn now and he will teach you a few lessons of his own. I hope you didn't think you were getting away with your bad grades."

Away they went and not many minutes later strange sounds could be heard from the adjoining classroom. It really wasn't clear if they were moans of pain or pleasure. Morgana was sulking big time now; it was always her that got into trouble.

"Stand a moment," instructed Dave. "I'm going to give you a very hard flogging Morgana as this may be my last opportunity and I would like to leave a lasting impression on you."

He went to the game's cupboard and brought back what could only be described as stocks. There was a large wooden base with a thick pole coming from the centre and another thick bit of wood across the top. This had three holes in it, one neck size and two wrist size. It was at height where you would stand up and be bent over in position for spanking or whatever else; in any event it would hold its victim helpless. Morgana was shocked and the colour drained from her face.

"You have got to be joking!" she exclaimed. 

The hostile gaze from Dave assured her it was no joke. He didn't even speak as he motioned her over and lifted the top half and made her get in position. He then clamped down the top over her head and wrists rendering her completely helpless. She could move her legs but there was no escape.

He stood in front of her and taunted her with his flogger as its leather thongs caressed her cheeks. Her face was nearly purple with indignation. She was angry how this imposing man affected her; just a glance or one strict word from him made her excited and want him. He fondled her inner thigh and in spite of her best intentions she whimpered for him and tried enticing him further towards her gaping sex. He smiled indulgently whilst her tracing his finger round her shaven pouting pussy in the knowledge that soon she would belong to him; as long as she passed the test.