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Story title : High School Punisher
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High School Punisher (fdom/m, teens, nc, rp)
by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)
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Angela is put in charge of punishing naughty high school
boys.
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Chapter 1
The pretty 15-year old was clearly nervous as she entered
the office of the assistant principal. She didn't know
why she had been summoned. She didn't believe she could
be in trouble, but this man after all was in charge of
discipline at the school. She had heard that he was using
corporal punishment on the boys. The boys bragged about
the experience and how they had stoically endured Mr.
Breen's whippings, much to his supposed frustration.
Breen looked up from his desk. "Oh, Angela, thanks for
coming so promptly. Please have a seat," he said. The
warm smile on his face assured her somewhat and she sat
in the comfortable chair in front of his desk. He wasted
no time on preliminaries.
"Angela," he began. "I need your help. As you know, the
boys in this school are nearly out of control. My
whipping them seems to have no effect. It just seems to
feed their bravado."
Angela nodded.
"So, Angela, the principal and I have decided that mere
corporal punishment isn't sufficient. We feel that
humiliation must be an integral part of the punishment.
Do you agree?" Angela nodded her agreement, confused by
the tone of the conversation.
Breen continued, "We have decided that from now on, the
punishment will be administered, not by me, but by a
classmate. Not just any classmate, but a female one. Not
just a female one, but also one younger than most of the
boys. Do you agree that the boys would feel humiliated if
they were being punished by a young, girl classmate?"
Angela was almost in a daze. She thought she could see
now where this was headed and she was at once excited and
nervous. She managed to croak, "Yes, Sir, I believe it
would." She held her breath as Mr. Breen continued as she
hoped he would.
"Well, Angela, we want you to be in charge of the
punishment from now on. Will you consider doing it?"
There it was! Brenda was thrilled. Here was a chance to
humiliate all those macho junior and senior boys who made
life so difficult for the sophomore girls with their
double-entendres, leers and vulgarities. But she was
still confused and needed clarification. She hardly knew
how to start, but realized that some appearance of
reluctance might be useful.
Shifting with what she hoped appeared to nervousness
rather than the eagerness she really felt she asked, "Mr.
Breen, what would you expect me to do? What do you mean
you want me to be in charge of punishment? Am I supposed
to spank the boys?"
Mr. Breen leaned forward. "Well, Angela, that is a
minimum beginning of course. But what we have in mind is
giving you free reign to devise punishments as you see
fit. You couldn't, of course, kill or maim them." He
laughed, "We can't have them going to the hospital with
broken bones, now can we? But otherwise you will have
absolute and final authority to punish each boy in any
manner you wish, keeping in mind that the punishment
should be both painful and humiliating."
There it was! The opportunity of a lifetime. A chance to
live her wildest fantasies. She wondered if Mr. Breen
knew how much time she had spent studying Femdom
websites. Surely he didn't appreciate how visions of
dominating boys and men colored her fantasies as she
masturbated.
She thought quickly. He hadn't said she would be in
charge of "spanking". He had said she would be in charge
of "punishment". Did this mean the opportunity she
thought it did?
"Mr. Breen," she said with mounting confidence and
authority, "from your phrasing of my responsibilities I
infer that I can spank them, but that I can devise other
punishments of a humiliating nature. Is that true?"
"Indeed it is. As I said you can do anything as long as
we don't have to take them to the hospital when you're
done with them."
"Well," continued Angela, "I believe the best way for me
to humiliate the boys would be for me to sexually
dominate them. That will be allowable?" "Absolutely,"
nodded Mr. Breen enthusiastically, "that is just what we
hope you will do."
"Well, Mr. Breen, I think you can count on me. There will
be very few repeat offenders when I am finished with
them. Now, how long does a punishment session last?"
"The principal and I had thought that a 30-minute session
should work for each boy who has earned 10 demerits."
With finality and almost arrogance Angela stared directly
at him and said flatly, "Each session will be an hour.
And believe me it will be an hour of pure hell for the
boy!"
"No problem," said Mr. Breen nodding eagerly. "Is there
anything else?"
"Yes," said Angela firmly. "You will announce that
henceforth all boys at the school are to address me at
all times as "Mistress." Before Breen could nod she went
on. "Failure to do so will incur a demerit. In addition,
gross disrespect towards me will earn five demerits.
During punishment, hesitation to carry out an order earns
two demerits and refusal to carry out an order five.
Agreed?"
Breen seemed somewhat startled by Angela's shift in
demeanor, but since this was the kind of response he had
hoped for, but not expected said "Absolutely, Mistress
Angela."
"Finally. There are some boys around here I want to get
my clutches on and I'm not willing to wait for them to
earn 10-demerits. So I want the right to assign 10-
demerits per week in any way I want without cause." Breen
seemed to hesitate. Angela went on, "this will instill
awe and fear in the boys and that will make me more
successful in carrying out the program that you want me
to."
He thought for a moment before finally agreeing, "Okay,
that should be no problem."
Angela rose haughtily. "Show me the punishment room."
Angela no longer bothered with "Sir" or "Mr. Breen". She
was the school Mistress. A minor goddess.
Chapter 2
The 48 hours since the conversation making her mistress
had passed in a blur. In a few moments the first victim
would be brought in for a 60-minute punishment session.
She had used the time to have the room modified with
racks and frames for tying boys in interesting and useful
positions. The room was also well stocked with
constraints, dildos, butt plugs, nipple-clamps and cbt
devices. She had rulers, paddles, belts, whips and canes
ready at hand.
When her new role was announced at a school assembly
there had been several sneers from the boys, and the most
arrogant was from the boy who was now being led in. Jack
Thigpen's sneer had cost him a quick five demerits
putting him first on the list to be punished. Angela's
cunt dripped in anticipation.
The male assistants shoved him into the room. He was
bare-chested. There was a shock collar attached firmly to
his neck. His legs were shackled to a spreader bar
forcing him to shuffle with his legs apart. His hands
were shackled in front of him and he was trying to hold
up the loose fitting pajama bottoms. But in spite of his
awkward condition, he was trying to maintain an air of
bravado.
She held the control in her hand. Her finger was poised
to send a surge of pain through his body that would force
him to his knees in agony. She said firmly to him, "You
are here for punishment. Prepare to suffer!" He laughed
bravely and said defiantly "you can't hurt me bitch!"
Her finger came down viciously on the control and the
shock collar pulsed into action. With a scream and a huge
convulsion Jack fell writhing to the floor. Angela kept
the shock going just long enough to shout at him "We'll
soon see about that, boy. That's five more demerits
you've earned for gross disrespect." She let up the
control and Jack lay panting on the floor. She continued,
"Keep up that attitude and you'll be back here for
another session tomorrow."
She gave him only moments to recover. Then with a voice
snapping like a whip, commanded, "Stand up, boy!" He
struggled to regain a standing position but was hampered
by his shackles and his desire to maintain the protection
of the pajamas. Eventually he managed a shaky standing
position. Angela circled him predatorily, eyeing him
arrogantly up and down with her hand poised over the
button of pain. Jack's eyes were unable to take his eyes
off the control. They were wide with fear.
After letting him regain his composure, Angela sprung her
next trap. "Drop the pants, prick!" Naturally, Jack was
startled and hesitated, giving Angela a chance to zap him
quickly, not enough to drop him but enough to stagger
him. The pants slithered to the floor exposing Jack's
cock and balls to her view. "That's two more demerits for
hesitation. We've only been at this for a few minutes. At
the rate you're going you'll be back here every day this
week." Jack's hands moved to cover his crotch.
"Get those hands away from your cock. Put them on your
head!" To his credit Jack was learning. His hands flew up
exposing his equipment to Angela's view. The pain he had
felt and the fear he now experienced had caused the
natural reaction. His equipment had drawn up into him and
was a puny sight. Angela stared pointedly at his crotch.
"Not very much there," she said. "And you act like such a
stud." She grabbed a camera and snapped a picture of his
puny pecker. "I Guess after I share this with the girls,
you won't be quite so cocky, pardon the pun." She
laughed. Jack was red with humiliation.
"Now it's time for a spanking little boy." She sat in a
chair. "Get over my knees." Again he hesitated and felt
the zapper. "Two more demerits. You're already to nine.
It's almost a sure bet you'll be back tomorrow. Now over
my knees, quick."
He scurried to comply and Angela now had a cowering boy
spread over her lap, his shapely ass ready for the
whipping she had in mind. Continuing to hold the zapper
in her left hand she pushed down on his back. Then with
her dominant right hand she began to methodically deliver
stinging blow after stinging blow as hard as she could.
Soon he was squirming, and she could feel his cock
grinding into her lap. Her cunt was raging. Her juices
were flowing copiously.
After about 25 blows with her bare hand, she reached for
a paddle and began to use that on his reddening ass. The
cracks of the paddle on his ass flesh were loud reports
and soon he began to grunt with each blow and his
squirming intensified.
"Keep still, brat, or I'll tie you down and use the bull
whip on you."
His squirming lessened, but his grunting began to turn
into sounds of pain. She shifted to the cane, and careful
not to overlap welts and break his skin she delivered
terrific, punishing blows. After only 15 strokes with the
cane he began to shriek and blubber, begging, "Please,
stop, please it hurts. Please! I'll be good from now on."
She gave him an additional ten for good measure,
eliciting screams of pain with each one and then
disdainfully pushed him off her lap. He crashed to the
floor where he lay huddled, unable because of the
shackles to reach and comfort his burning ass.
She gave him no time to recover, but began hectoring him
"Are you ready to obey now? Are you ready to do what you
are told instantly, or do you want another 25 of the
cane? Speak up, brat!"
"I'll obey, Mistress," he blubbered, tears running down
his face. "Then stand up instantly," she demanded.
He struggled to his feet and stood facing her, his hands
not trying to cover his genitals. She glared at him. "If
I have to have you back tomorrow, everything will be
double what it's been. So the rest of this hour had
better see you exercising perfect obedience. One more
demerit and you'll be back tomorrow. And that won't get
you off the hook for today. We'll just start working on
the demerits for a third day when everything will be
triple. Got it!"
"Yes, Mistress," he said humbly his head hanging in
defeat.
"I'm going to give you a break, brat. I'm going to warn
you when I'm about to give you an order that you might
hesitate over. That way you can steel yourself to do what
you're told without thinking. Thank me for this
generosity, brat." "Thank you, Mistress."
"Now are you ready?" "Yes, Mistress." She held the zapper
in front of his eyes for emphasis. Her voice like a whip
she commanded, "Grab your puny cock and whack off."
Surprisingly, though she could see how startled he was,
Jack grabbed for his cock and frantically began pumping
it.
At first he had trouble getting a grip on it because it
had shrunk so with pain and fear. But it soon was being
pumped furiously. Again raising the zapper, she demanded,
"Get on your knees and keep pumping." He sank down not
missing a stroke.
It was clear that he was not getting very far. His pain
and fear were overcoming his teenage libido. Angela stood
before him and arrogantly unbuttoned her blouse. Soon her
magnificent tits were swinging free, the nipples erect in
their pink aureoles. The sight of her firm tit-flesh
inspired Jack's cock and she could see it get bigger and
harder. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the
floor. She stepped out of it and, legs akimbo, thrust her
cunt within inches of Jack's face.
This was finally enough for him and as he gasped with
pleasure his cock shot a wad of jizz onto the floor at
Angela's feet. Although she had never seen a cock erupt
in person, her fascination was not evident to Jack. She
kept her cool demeanor. Again she held the zapper
menacingly before him. "You've made a mess. Are you ready
for your next order?"
"Yes, Mistress," he said. He swallowed as he spoke,
clearly anticipating her next whip crack command. "Lap it
up!"
A defeated Jack Thigpen bent to the floor and his tongue
snaked out and lapped up the slimy, stinking mess he had
deposited on the floor. She used her foot to imperiously
point out stray droplets and he soon had cleaned the
floor. The sight of this humiliating and degrading
spectacle was exquisitely arousing. Here was a naked
senior boy, beaten, defeated and humiliated carrying out
the demeaning orders of his new mistress. Her cunt was
ready for worship.
Angela sat in the chair and spread her legs wide. Get
over here and worship my cunt with your tongue, slave!"
Jack slithered forward and buried his face in her hairy
snatch. He began to lick very inexpertly. Angela reached
for the belt and struck him on the back. She grabbed his
head with her other hand and moved it until his tongue
found her clit.
"That's the spot, slave, lick for all you're worth." She
struck him again and let the pleasure build and build as
she reached an orgasm more powerful than she had ever
known. As she crescendoed she whipped him harder and
screamed "faster, prick, faster!" She came with a
shuddering, screaming roar and as she did so pushed down
on the zapper control. Jack once again convulsed and
twitched on the floor.
As soon as she had collected her emotions she forced Jack
to bend over a frame that held him firmly in a doggy
position, his hands and knees on the floor and his ass
and mouth at the height of her crotch. "You still have a
few minutes of punishment left, boy." She used the belt
on his ass a few more strokes and then viciously struck
upwards against his hanging balls. He screamed and nearly
passed out from the pain as Angela laughed demonically.
While he was recovering she stood in front of him and
made a great show of attaching a dildo harness. She could
see that he didn't understand what was happening. The
harness came with an assortment of double-ended dildos.
She selected the smallest one-only 6-inches long and an
inch in diameter and fitted it into the harness. As Jack
realized what was about to happen his eyes got wide and
he began to whimper.
"Cheer up, slave, this is a small one. There's a full set
here. See, this is the biggest." She held up the monster
of the collection, a 14-inch long 3" diameter dong. He
nearly fainted at the sight. "Next time you're here we'll
use a bigger one. Keep coming and you'll eventually get
this one splitting your asshole."
She put the monster away and with Jack unable to take his
eyes off her fake cock she said, "Have you ever had a dry
cock shoved up your ass? I understand it really hurts."
Jack could only mumble incoherently.
"What was that, wretch?" Angela snapped.
"No, Mistress," he managed to blurt.
"Well I'm going to give you a chance to grease it first.
Open wide."
He opened his mouth and she squirted the contents of a
tube of KY jelly into his mouth. "Don't swallow, you'll
want to have some left to coat my fuck toy." She forced
the dildo into his mouth.
"Make sure it's coated thoroughly, or you'll be sorry."
He made a valiant effort to deposit the jelly on the cock
by an obscene display of cock sucking. In and out of his
mouth the cock slid, the friction causing delightful
ripples in Angela's cunt.
Finally she took it from his mouth. "I hope you did a
thorough job. Slowly as his head swiveled to watch her
she moved around to his rear. "Now relax your asshole,
prick. You're about to be made a faggot whether you like
it or not. If you relax it may not hurt too much."
Again she laughed sinisterly. She lined up the cock on
his anus and pressed it forward. She could feel his
instinctive resistance. "You're not relaxing. The harder
you fight the more fun for me, so keep it up. This cock
is going all the way into your asshole. You are just my
sex toy, a faggot being butt-fucked."
She continued the pressure and despite the groans and
screams from Jack as his ass was violated she drove the
dildo millimeter by millimeter into his boy-cunt. Finally
she bottomed out
"There we go. You're now thoroughly raped. Now let's fuck
you!" With that she withdrew almost the whole way and
then thrust forward bottoming out once again. Jack let
out a "woof" of pain. She repeated the process again and
then once again. She began to pick up speed.
The feeling induced in the cunt by her side of the dildo
was beginning to drive her to another orgasm. She reached
under jack's leg and grabbed his balls. As her fucking
picked up speed she began to squeeze his balls harder and
harder. Jack was now moaning with pain and begging her to
stop. But she was soon fucking him with a violent fury
and as she reached her orgasm she cruelly twisted his
balls so that his screams of pain nearly drowned out her
screams of pleasure and triumph.
She lay on his back for a moment, his balls firmly in her
grasp. She pulled out of his asshole and walked around to
his head. "We have only a few minutes left today. Would
you like to try again tomorrow or are you going to clean
the cock that your asshole got dirty?" Completely
defeated and with tears pouring down his face and sobs
convulsing his body he took the cock into his mouth and
began to suck it clean. Just as the hour neared its end
Angela had a third intense orgasm.
Slowly and deliberately she stepped back from the
humiliated and defeated boy. She slowly removed the
harness and put it aside. Then she donned a full-length
robe and covered her now well-satisfied body. "Will you
behave from now on, little boy?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jack whimpered.
"Well, if you don't I'll have even more fun with you next
time. And don't forget, you need only one demerit to be
back here and I can give you one anytime just for the
hell of it." With that she untied him and with a
dismissive wave of her hand sent him from the room.
Chapter 3
The next day at lunchtime Angela was eating alone at a
table in the corner. From the stares she was getting and
the whispered conversations taking place around her, she
surmised that the rumor mill was working overtime
concerning her punishment of Jack Thigpen. Certainly, the
boys had been very deferential toward her when they
couldn't avoid giving her a wide and nervous berth.
Thigpen himself was sitting mute as far away from her as
he could get with his eyes cast down.
As she was finishing her meal, one of her classmates from
freshman English came to the table and sat down. Diedre
was a pretty girl and had taken a lot of grief from the
likes of Jack and his buddies.
"Angela", she asked in a whisper, "is it true that you
spanked Jack Thigpen until he cried like a baby?"
Angela looked at Diedre and just smiled enigmatically.
"I wish I could have seen that," Diedre continued just as
quietly. Angela continued to smile.
"Better, I wish I could spank the bastard!" Angela
responded to this, "Why is that, Diedre."
"That jerk has given me nothing but trouble. He cornered
me in the hallway the other day while no one was around
and grabbed my breasts. I hate him!"
"Oh, he did, did he? Well, we can't let that pass, now
can we?"
Angela hollered across the room, "Jack Thigpen, get over
here right now!" To everyone's amazement except Angela's
Jack quickly rose and came to Angela's table. He stood
there with his eyes cast down. Quietly, so that no one
but the three of them at that table could hear she said
sternly, "Jack, you were naughty the other day and felt
up Diedre's breasts, didn't you?"
Jack mumbled, "yes, Mistress."
Angela leaned closer and pulled his ear to her mouth
whispering "You'll do what I say now, or I'll give you a
demerit. Remember that monster dildo? I'd bet you'd
really scream when I ram that up your ass!"
Jack quailed.
Angela let his go and continued so that Diedre could now
hear. "Jack, don't you think that Ms Diedre should punish
you for pawing her?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Then I think you should get down on your knees before Ms
Diedre, tell her you are sorry and ask her to spank you
on your bare bottom."
A defeated jack, flaming crimson, sank to his knees
before the startled Diedre and said "I'm sorry Ms Diedre
for molesting you. Please spank me on my bare bottom for
punishment."
Before Diedre could respond, Angela snapped quietly at
Jack, "drop your pants and shorts and get over her lap."
Jack rose, bared his ass and laid himself over Diedre's
lap.
"Okay, Diedre," Angela said, "Give him ten good ones."
Diedre needed no further encouragement. With an
astonished crowd of kids looking on Diedre delivered ten
stinging blows to Jack's ass. When she was done it was
bright red, almost as red as his face. Jack rose and
pulled up his pants.
Angela pushed her face close to his and hissed just
loudly enough for the three of them to hear, "You're not
done yet. You will show up at Diedre's room tonight at 7
sharp. You will strip naked and kneel before her and
whack off. You'll clean up the mess with your tongue and
then lick Diedre's cunt until she's had three orgasms. If
she reports to me that you haven't shown up or did a poor
job, I'll give you a demerit and you already know what
I'll do to you. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," a defeated Jack said. "Then get lost!"
Jack scuttled from the room, slumped with dejection.
Diedre looked at Angela wonderingly. "You mean he'll
actually do that?," she asked.
"He'd better," Angela said, "or he'll really regret it.
In fact, do anything you want with him for as long as you
want. Tell him if he doesn't obey you'll complain to me.
That will terrify him into being your absolute slave."
From the look on Diedre's face Angela could tell that
Diedre was thrilled and that Diedre's cunt was already
dripping with anticipation. Her nipples where poking
holes through her blouse.
Angela turned and looked haughtily around the room. The
girls were staring at her with awe, fascination and
respect. The boys were staring with fear. She was well on
her way to godhood. She swept regally from the cafeteria
to murmurs of awe and fear.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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