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 MF, nc, sad, blackmail, inc

   There are 4 more parts to this story that I will release over the coming
days.  Please provide feedback, I'd love to hear what you think of my story
and please feel free to offer suggestions.

   Mom goes back to school - Part 1 of 5

   Legs spread unnaturally and humiliatingly wide, she screws her eyes
tightly shut and bites down on the cloth gag that is stuffed into her mouth
and prevents her from screaming.  Her toes barely touch the floor, hoisted
up by her hips and bent over the wooden table top as she is; arms stretched
wide apart as her legs and hands tied securely to each ankle.  A half
choked scream ...  moan ...  sob - she no longer knows how to express her
own feelings or even what her feelings are - tries to escape her muzzled
mouth as the standard 12 inch (30 centimetre!), wooden classroom ruler
cracks across her bare buttocks for the fifth, or is it the sixth?  time.
She feels her ass cheeks burning with pain and her legs trembling in their
overextended position.

   "Now Mrs Walsh, do you think you have learned your lesson this week
yet?", he enquires?

   `He' is the principal of the school her son James attends.  He is also a
sexual sadist, a predator, the alpha male lording over the privileged boy's
school at which she mistakenly thought James (and she) would be welcomed.
Wrong!  Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!  How fucking wrong could she be?!

   "I explained quite clearly, Mrs Walsh, that you were to report to me
here with young James in tow so that he could witness your discipline and
learn the correct way to become a man." The ruler was once again forcefully
slammed down across the reddening skin of her buttocks with a loud CRACK
causing her to tense and whimper pitifully as she strained against her
bonds.

   "I can see that I will need to ramp up your training so that you do not
entertain - not even for a second - defying me ever (the ruler cracks down
cruelly on her ass), EVER (the ruler smacks her raw cheeks harder) AGAIN
(she almost faints as the ruler connects with her skin with all the force
he can muster)."

   The sounds coming from her bound and drooling mouth are animal-like and
are a mixture of pain and yes, pleasure.  She is sobbing now; her eyes and
nose steam tears and snot from her upside down face hanging over the edge
of the table and onto the floor.  He crouches down behind her and grimaces
at the mess she is making on the floor.  That will need to be attended to
later ...  once he is finished with her discipline.  He uses the edge of
the ruler to spread the flaps of her labia and uses it to prod the entrance
of her vagina.  He notes her shocked hiss, the sharp intake of her breath
and smiles mirthlessly.  He jabs the ruler at her cunt, it's sharp edges
poking into her soft puffy flesh causing discomfort but not pain.  Removing
the ruler he examines the end and is satisfied to see it is wet.  She is
aroused and leaking from the punishment, which is exactly the effect he has
been aiming for.  The ruler is once again pushed up against her moist
opening but this time he exerts pressure so that it is pushed half an inch
(one centimetre!) into her cunt hole.  He twists it around, enjoying the
slight slurping that movement makes as it moves in her entrance of her
hungry pussy - and the way her hips move involuntarily ...  needfully.

   He pulls the offending (she wants it!) ...  offensive (she wants it
back!) ruler from her pussy and, eyes still tightly shut, she senses him
standing up.  Suddenly the ruler is pressed under her nose.  She smells
before she feels her vaginal slime touching her skin when he smears it
across her top lip under her nostrils.  All she can smell is evidence of
her own arousal.  Is it possible, she wonders as fresh tears drip from her
eyes, to feel more humiliated ...  more subjugated ...  more ...  his?  She
hears him smirk and walk back to his position behind her.  She knows what
he sees: her legs wide and painfully apart, the tendons at her groin
taught; her pussy parted and glistening from her juices, and her beautiful
big tits hanging down next to her face.  She closes her eyes tight again
and takes a deep shuddering sigh; a sigh that is accepting of her need; a
sigh that tells him she has given in, acknowledged her surrender.

   He hears the sign and smiles knowingly to himself.  He moves into
position and very quickly, very precisely and very forcefully he brings the
flat side of the ruler into sharp and painful contact with her quivering
cunt.  The grunt-moan-cry of shock and pain that emits from her stuffed
mouth is very satisfying.

   "Alright Mrs Walsh, I think we are ready to call your son in now," says
the Principal and opens his office door...