From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Melissa And The Principal [1/2]
Date: 11 Jan 1996 21:27:54 GMT

			       Melissa
			       Part One

	It all started one hot summer day in the parking lot at John
F. Kennedy Junior High School. One moment Robert Holt was parking his
Dodge station wagon, the next he was mesmerized by the round fullness
of Melissa Huntington's swaying backside.

	She was cutting through the teacher's section of the lot,
taking a shortcut to the gymnasium section of the school, wearing a
knee length but very tight, green cotton skirt. Her neat, straight,
shoulder-length black hair flipped as she hurried and her white, lacy
blouse was buttoned primly to the neck but Holt didn't notice. His
eyes were glued to the distinct, curving connection of the underside
of her buttock cheeks with the crack of her ass. The motion was
almost liquidly smooth, the firm roundness of it all but paralyzing
Holt.

	In that moment he felt his control snap suddenly,
unexpectedly, inexplicably. Forty-two years of being a nice guy, a
good teacher and a solid citizen disappeared in the flash of a synapse
and he could only think, in an erotic flood, of what he would do with
the perfect ass.

	"Melissa!" he called, jumping out of the station wagon and
stepping purposefully toward the girl.

	She stopped and turned to him, blushing pink and guilty.

	Stopping very close to her Holt said, "Students aren't allowed
in this parking lot, young lady. What are you doing here?" Her green
eyes flicked up at him momentarily, then sought the asphalt beneath
his feet. Holt noted, as he had many times in the past, Melissa
Huntington wasn't pretty. He lips were too full, her nose too snub,
her cheekbones just a little too sharp. Still, the large square
glasses magnifying her eyes and the slight overbite somehow made her
attractive, sexy.

	"I'm late," she blurted. "I'm sorry Mr. Holt." He got the
impression she was close to tears but felt no pity, as he normally
might. The raging surge of a lusty obsession left him eager to take
advantage of her meekness.

	"I guess it doesn't matter if you're late or not, Melissa," he
said, "Since you're now expelled from school."

	She looked up with wide eyes, seemingly too stunned to release
the torrent of tears obviously waiting to stream. "But... "

	"That's the rule, Melissa," he said coldly. "You know it.
Everyone knows it. We can't have students trashing our cars every
second day."

	Tears were pooling where the bottom rim of her glasses touched
her cheekbones. "But graduation," she moaned softly. "Graduation is
two weeks. You can't expel me with only two weeks left."

	"I can and I am," he said flatly. "You're expelled. Apply to
the school next year and we'll consider whether to re-admit you or
not."

	Melissa's breath was shuddering through her chest, causing her
breasts to swell and recede under the blouse. Holt knew well enough
she'd been accepted into an exclusive girl's school the next year.
Thoughts of initiations, with paddles, roiled his raw emotions.

	"Please," she begged. "Please, sir. Don't do this!"

	"The punishment has to fit the offence," he said. "Being in
this parking lot is the only thing you could have done in this school
to merit automatic expulsion and here you are, right before my eyes,
flat out defying me."

	"But I wasn't defying you, Mr. Holt," she sobbed. "I was just
late and... and I thought... ". She broke into another cascade of
tears.

	Holt looked down on her, confused with himself. He'd never
been this brutal with a student in all the years he'd been teaching.
The Melissa turned away from him, her hands to her face and he wasn't
confused anymore. He was under the impression her firm ass was
actually pointed at him, being offered.

	"What do you expect me to do?" he said at last, nearly
breathless.

	The girl spun around, looking younger than her fifteen years,
wiping her nose and eyes feverishly. "Some other punishment?" she
asked hesitantly. "A detention?"

	He laughed from deep in his throat. "A detention?" he asked.
"A detention in the place of expulsion? Come on, now Melissa, you're
smarter than that!"

	Desperately she looked up at him, holding back a small glimmer
of hope. "You decide," she said. "Anything except getting kicked out.
I have to graduate!"

	He stood for several moments, silent, considering. It was one
thing to think about the dark actions whirling in his brain, quite
another to actually do them. It was deadly dangerous to do them, in
fact. Holt struggled with overwhelming impulse to let go, let all his
years of suppressed frustration burst upon this young, meek girl.

	Finally he said, almost thinking out loud, "What you really
need isn't expulsion, young lady. That would just ruin your young
life. What you really need is a good spanking."

	It was out, and Holt felt a certain relief. The girl could
shriek, scream, run away. He had the strongest feeling he'd `done his
part' and the decision was out of his hands. Calmly he looked into her
frightened eyes.

	Melissa looked away, not shrieking or escaping. To Holt it
appeared she was calculating, weighing one thing against the other.
"All right," she said, whispering, not looking at him. Holt heard
himself talking, as if it was another man, there in the parking lot.

	"You might be under the impression this is going to be some
sort of symbolic punishment and if you think that, you're wrong,
Melissa. This is going to be all the way and it's going to hurt. You
have to learn you can't defy authority like this and get away scot
free. Do you understand that?"

	"Yes," she whispered, obviously frightened.

	"Everyone should be gone by 5 pm," said Holt. "It's Friday and
even the maintenance staff are gone by then on a Friday. You're going
to be humiliated enough without anyone else knowing a big girl like
you had her bum spanked by the principal. I expect to see you sitting
outside my door."

	"Yes sir," she said to his back as he walked away briskly.

				* * *

	"So, you're here," said Holt from his open office door. "I'm
glad to see you didn't change your mind because I really would have
expelled you." He directed her into the room, his eyes feasting on her
thin waist, swelling hips and the clearly outlined globes of her
buttocks under the thin, green skirt.

	Sweeping past her behind his desk, Holt said, "Bad little
girls stand in the corner before getting spanked. Over there," he
pointed behind her, beside the door. Woodenly stiff, she obeyed
without a word.

	Holt's office was small and cluttered. An old wooden desk
faced the doorway directly. To the left of the door, tight to a corner
were two brown metal filing cabinets. A bookcase full of brightly
jacketed hardcovers took up the right wall, Melissa facing the shelves
at the end of the room. Behind Holt's chair a pair of broad windows
looked down, three floors to a courtyard. It was sweating hot in the
little room for the windows were sealed and the school had no air
conditioning.

	Sitting back in his chair with his feet on the desk, a typical
pose, Holt carefully studied the girl's narrow back, a sweat streak
running down between the shoulder blades, the strap and snaps of her
white bra clearly visible. Sweat was also soaking the linen skirt at
the very base of her spine and her ass thrust back at him, only four
feet away, firm with youth.

	Not taking his eyes away from her, Train fumbled in a desk
drawer and withdrew and cassette tape recorder. Attaching a microphone
he rose up and stood close behind her, convinced he could feel waves
of heat radiating from her behind and washing over his crotch.

	"I've got a tape recorder here," he told her. "Both of us know
I should have expelled you and both of us know this kind of punishment
isn't approved. Therefore I want you to say what you did to end up
here and agree to the punishment."

	Melissa mumbled a few words about being late, crossing through
the teacher's parking lot and getting caught. Eventually she said, "So
I begged Mr. Holt not to throw me out of school... and I said I'd
rather have a spanking... and he told me it would hurt... and I said
OK."

	Clicking the tape recorder off, then secretly on again, he
laid it in the partially opened desk drawer. "Now come over here," he
ordered. "Ask me, nicely, for your punishment."

	Blushing, whispering again. she said, "Please punish me, Mr.
Holt."

	"Speak up," he demanded. "This humiliation is part of the
punishment. Be specific," he said coldly.

	Slightly louder she said, "Please punish me for being bad, Mr
Holt." He waited in silence. Face red, sweating, Melissa added,
"Please spank me." Holt just stared at her. She tried again, "Please
spank me... on... on my bum." Flustered by the man sitting there
calmly, not speaking, she blurted out, "Oh, just get it over with.
Spank my bum, my bare bum if that's what you want! Spank my bare ass!
What do you want me to say?"

	"I wanted you to ask nicely," he said. "But since it seems you
can't, I'm now going to use my belt on that big ass of yours, Melissa.
Turn around and grab the bookcase."

	She turned slowly and stepped over, close to the bookcase.
Reaching out with both hands she grabbed the edges of the case, which
were fairly far apart, gritted her teeth and waited.

	Holt came up behind her and, using his right foot on her legs,
pulled her further away from the bookcase. She was forced to grip the
edges lower down and bend forward, leaning against the solid wood to
keep her balance, just as Train had planned. Her behind was forced up
and out as her back arched.

	Casually, he unbuckled his belt, snaked it out of the loops
and cracked it against his hand once, watching Melissa flinch at the
noise, squeezing her buttocks tight together, then releasing the
muscles with relief when there was no pain. He tossed the belt onto
his desk and, reaching forward with his left hand, held the girl by
the nape of her neck. He raised his right hand high in the air and
swept it down, cupped, until it slapped Melissa's right asscheek with
a muffled thwack. Melissa cried out and ached her back even further, a
spasm that was soon relaxed.

	Twisting slightly to his left, Holt swung his arm again and
slapped her left buttock, almost clinically aroused by the jello- like
shake of the thinly clad globe. He waited for four or five seconds to
pass, then suddenly smacked her left cheek again, carefully watching
the jiggle of it. After another few seconds he landed another slap on
her right cheek. Each time Melissa cried out at the impact and each
time he held her down as she attempted to reflexively rise up.

	Tiring of the game, Holt suddenly rained slaps down on the
upthrust rump, striking alternately for the left and right halves of
the almost heart-shaped target. Seeking the fullest, widest section of
it, he spanked her wildly gyrating bum as hard and fast as he could.
When her jerking, twisting motions seemed to slow down he spanked up,
catching the fullness of her bottom just above the thighs, causing her
to moan in pain.

	His hand began to hurt and he stopped finally, letting go of
the nape of her neck and allowing her to rise, reaching back quickly
to cover her abused bottom with her hands.

	"In the corner," he commanded, wiping sweat from his face.
Keening and crying she moved to the corner, vigorously rubbing her
painful ass. "Let's see it," he said.

	"What?" she turned to face him.

	"Turn around, damn you," he shouted and Melissa jumped to
comply. "Raise your skirt and pull your panties down so I can see
your red ass."

	"Please," she mumbled, but her hands dropped to her sides and
grasped along the seams. "Please," she said again, sniffling, pulling
the skirt up a few inches and stopping. "I don't want you to look at
my bum."

	"Do it!" he demanded impatiently. "You can still get thrown
out of this school." Melissa shuddered, remembering the belt, and
slowly raised her skirt up over her thighs, paused, then continued.
Her white bikini panties with the red trim appeared, clinging
transparently to her round ass, soaked with sweat, hiding nothing.
Holt's gaze molded itself around the inner curve of each cheek, from
the Y at the base of her spine, out and down until they parted and
curved back out to her wide thighs.

	The girl hesitated, then fumbled with her thumbs up and under
the bunched skirt. Because she was reluctant, the effect she produced
was teasing and erotic as she slowly inched her panties down over the
prominent bulge of her bare ass. From a narrow waist the white panties
stretched wide across her hips as they were forced down, the elastic
pulling together again below her hips.

	Her bottom wasn't red. Rather it was a pink, mottled color
with darker splotches approaching a rust color. "Stop," Holt commanded
as the panties bunched just below the undercurve of her buttocks.
"Hold them right there and don't let them drop. Turn around and bend
over the desk."

	Melissa did as she was told, shuffling past him with her eyes
downcast and one hand holding her skirt up around her waist. Levering
her body over the edge of the desk, she allowed herself to fall
forward, breasts squashed flat against the wood, the right side of her
face hard against the smooth surface.

	"Grab the far edge and with your hands and stick your ass out
so I can get a good shot at it," said Holt. Melissa complied, easing
her legs apart so her panties wouldn't fall down. "What's going to
happen now, girl?" he asked.

	"You're going to strap me on my bum... with your belt," she
whispered.

	"Why?" he asked.

	"Because I was bad?"

	"You were bad," he commented, picking up the leather belt and
snapping it against his open palm. Moving behind the prone girl and
slightly to her left, Holt laid the belt across her upraised ass,
sliding it back and forth over the twin, upraised globes. "If you
drop your panties I'm going to take my cock and stuff it up your bum,"
he announced calmly.

	"No!" Melissa moaned, trying to rise. Holt leaned over and
held her flat to the desk with one hand on the small of her back.
Melissa felt her panties loosening and stopped struggling, widening
her legs to hold her underwear up. "Mr. Holt, I've never had it... up
there. It'll hurt!"

	"Keep you panties up or what happens?" he demanded in a
dangerous tone.

	"Nooo," she groaned. Holt raised the belt and swung it down
hard against the widest portion of her buttocks. Melissa jerked with
the cracking sound and exhaled explosively at the burning sensation
across her nether cheeks. "Oh!"

	"I can whip you hard, like that, or take it easy," said Holt,
eyes glued to the reddening stripe which made the flesh around it look
purely white. "What happens if you drop you pants?"

	Melissa felt herself give up. "You'll put your penis in my
bum."

	"And do what?" he prompted.

	"And screw me," she exhaled.

	"Come on," he said, casually slapping her bottom with the
belt. "Kids these days know all the right words. Again," he demanded,
swinging the belt against her flesh a little harder.

	"And... fuck my bum?" she seemed to be asking. He whipped her
right asscheek. "Ow! I don't know what you want me to say," she
complained. "Fuck my ass?" He swung again and the belt wrapped itself
around Melissa's right hip, burning. "Oh, God," she moaned from the
after-sting. "Bumfuck me? Screw my asshole? Come in my bum? Ouch!
Owww! Damn!"

	Pleased to have this all on tape, Holt casually continued to
whip the girl's ass as it twisted and squirmed, contracted and relaxed
under the lash. He wasn't applying much force to the blows, just
enough to make a light cracking noise and she wasn't crying, only
squeaking and whimpering.

	Inevitably, Melissa felt her panties float down around her
ankles, then kick off as she tried to move away from the stinging
leather. Holt stopped the whipping and she heard his zipper, then felt
him close behind her, not touching. She waited, was horrified after a
few moments to feel her legs part of their own volition. As her bottom
throbbed and gave off heat she realized the inside of her thighs were
damp and her ass was rising up, anticipating. From deep in her throat
she heard her own voice saying, "Do it."

	"Do what?" came Holt's voice, wanting it on tape.

	"Fuck me in the bum." A part of Melissa was ashamed, another
part was trembling with anticipation. "Put your cock in my bum. I want
to feel it up my bum."

	"Spread your ass," he said quietly. Melissa reached back with
both hands and pulled her asscheeks wide apart. There was a tingling
sensation as two of his fingers slid into her cunt, rubbed softly
against her clitoris, then withdrew. She felt his touch against her
hot, tight anus, contracted her stomach muscles as a finger penetrated
the taut ring, the walls of her colon gripping the intruding finger.
She let herself relax, felt his finger moving up inside her, further
than she thought possible. Again she tensed, gripping the finger,
feeling slight pain cancelled out by a wildly erotic flood of emotion.

	As Melissa's muscles eventually went flaccid she said, "Oh,
sir. It feels good."

	Holt's finger slid out slowly and again Melissa gripped it
tightly inside her. "Don't take it out," she breathed, feeling herself
relax again. The finger slid up inside her again and she gasped,
feeling his knuckles digging into her sweating assflesh. He began
withdrawing the finger, then jammed it back up her asshole, his hand
slapping her lower asscheeks. "Oh, God, yes," she whispered.
"Fingerfuck my bum."

	His hand began slapping into her as he slid his finger in and
out of her ass more and more rapidly. Melissa's nerve endings were
screaming, became unbearable. Her whole body clenched like a fist for
four or five seconds as skyrockets went off in her head, then she went
limp on the desk, floating in the star-sparked blackness of her first
orgasm. It seemed liked hours later when she returned to sensate
consciousness, her bottom empty but gentle hands tickling raw nerve
endings all over the roundness of her ass. "Thank you," she breathed.

	"Do you want it now?" Holt asked.

	"Oh, yes," she said aloud. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me in the ass.
Please. I didn't know it could feel so good, getting it up the bum."

	"Spread `em," he said, and Melissa reacted instantly, pulling
her hindcheeks apart as far as she could stretch them, instantly
feeling something hot and hard laid firmly over her asshole covering
it and seeming to set it pleasantly on fire.

	"Put it in," she urged, pushing back against him. "Please put
it in me, in my bum."

	Melissa felt him adjust his stance behind her, felt her anus
widen alarmingly as it opened and relaxed in stages, a soft, stiff
warmth radiating up her waiting passage. He pressed against her and
she was plugged by the head of his cock, her asshole gripping the
circumference of it. It didn't hurt, wasn't uncomfortable, but the
mere concept of being stretched so wide gave her a momentary fright.
Finally, she went loose and open and felt his cock slide up the canal
of her ass, up and up and past where his finger had penetrated until
his pelvis was tight against her bottom. She pushed back, crushing her
bumcheeks against him, forcing his cock further up her ass until the
entire length of him throbbed hot, radiating throughout her entire
body, pulsing sensation out of her nipples and ringing heat around her
clit.

	"Oh, sir," she said. "Fuck me now. Fuck my bum hard!"

	The nerve tingling length of his cock withdrew, all the way
out of her, the suddenness producing an ecstatic, voiding sensation,
then plunged up into her again, filling her solidly. "Wait," she
gasped. "Let me feel it." Melissa gripped him tightly, relaxed,
gripped him again, continued the action, milking his cock like a cow's
teat. After a few minutes she stopped, said, "OK, fuck me some more."

	The rigid, warm column of flesh began sliding in and out,
between her taut, fleshy globes, spearing her ass, withdrawing,
jabbing and sliding up and down the length of her asshole. She felt
the tempo increase, felt herself being spanked fast and hard by his
flat pelvis, heard the flesh smacking together, leaned back into the
last, penultimate thrust and willed herself to release the unbearable,
purely sexual tension in her body. As all the muscles in her body
collapsed like a house of cards and as a light exploded in her head
she felt him tense, lifting her feet off the floor as the cock inside
her spasmed and vibrated, swelling as it spit flaming liquid up her
bowels. Dreamily she was aware of Holt collapsing on her back, his
cock jerking far up her ass. In a fog of pleasurable sensation she
felt her ass squeezing his cock, trying to get every drop of his semen
into her bottom.

	After a few minutes both of them realized they were soaked
with perspiration, almost glued together, foreheads dripping sweat.
Holt rose, slid his half-erect cock out of her ass with a pop, swayed
on his feet. Through slitted eyes he viewed the white blouse, as wet
as if she'd gone swimming in it, the skirt bunched at her waist, the
sweet, solid roundness of her buttocks flushed pink, two red stripes
across it forming a sloppy V shape. Her legs were wide, revealing her
open vagina, the glistening wetness on her inner thighs, the light
brown oval of her anus gaping open. Drops of perspiration covered her
from waist to foot. Melissa lay there, breathing deeply, her bared
bottom lewdly offered to him.

	Pulling his cock back into his pants he zipped himself and
went around the desk to collapse in his chair. Raising her head,
Melissa looked up into his eyes from her prone position across the
desk. "You can get up now," Holt told her.

	Melissa pushed herself up with her hands, revealing the dark
circles of her nipples through the thoroughly soaked blouse and bra.
Looking away from him, she adjusted her skirt down over her hips,
tossed her dark hair to straighten it. Glancing at him she said, "It
didn't hurt." He remained silent, watching her. "Your penis in my bum.
It didn't hurt," she repeated.

	"Good," he replied finally. "Get your panties and go home,
Melissa." She glanced at the floor, then walked over and picked up
her underwear, stood there fondling them. Without turning around she
asked,

	"Is that it?"

	Holt turned his distracted gaze from the window and stared at
her back. "Isn't that enough?" he asked.

	"I... " she started. "I want to do it again." Holt just stared
but he felt a stirring in his stomach, a pleasant tightness. Melissa
turned around and walked around the desk to face him. "Can we do it
again, sir?"

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Melissa And The Principal [2/2]
Date: 11 Jan 1996 21:22:11 GMT

			       Melissa
			       Part Two

	He smiled. "Not right away," he told her. "I need time to
recover, to get excited again."

	A puzzled look crossed her face, was swept away by a sudden
thought. "Can I do anything?" she asked eagerly. "Show you my bum? My
bum excites you, doesn't it?" She turned around and raised her skirt,
bent slightly forward to accentuate the roundness. When Holt didn't
move forward to touch her she straightened and swung around, soft dark
hair covering her pubes. Undoing her skirt at the side she let it
drop to the floor and stood there, naked from the waist down. "Do you
want to spank me again?" she asked. "I'll lay over your knee and you
can spank my bum red," she offered, moving closer.

	Holt reached up and took her by the shoulders, forcing her
into a kneeling position between his legs. Unzipping himself again he
fished his flaccid penis out of his pants, pulled her head into his
crotch and said, "Suck it, Melissa."

				* * *

	Naked, on her hands and knees with her legs spread apart, head
down and her ass raised, Melissa was anticipating Holt's hot cock up
her asshole again. He too was stripped and kneeling behind her but the
stiff erection she'd sucked into existence had faded and he was
rubbing his penis in slow circles over the taut skin of her asscheeks.
She gasped as he switched his target, running the semi-erect flesh of
his prick up and down her crack, lingering at the tingling nerves
around her open anus.

	"It's no good," he said finally.

	"Do you want to put it in my mouth again?" she asked, feeling
a slight twitch against her rump.

	"No, I have to piss," he told her, unwilling to rise to his
feet and leave the glowing heat of her hindquarters.

	"Do it in my bum," Melissa said instantly, surprising both of
them. As soon as the words were out of her mouth and in spite of the
shock she felt at saying it, the thought of his hot urine squirting
inside her bottom brought a gush of further dampness to her already
soaked crotch. At the same time Holt felt his cock stiffen slightly,
poking at her ass.

	"Go ahead," she said. "Put it in me and pee."

	He hesitated. "Melissa... " he started to say.

	"It's all right," she interrupted. "I want you to do it. Pee
up my bum."

	Holt felt himself getting harder and used his right hand to
direct the head of his cock against her asshole. As he leaned forward
the length of it penetrated her round bottom and he thought about
pumping her, fucking her again but the pressure to urinate was great.

	Melissa sighed as she felt her asshole filled again, clenched
her anus around the root of his cock. "O.K. Pee now."

	"It isn't that easy," he complained.

	"I want to feel it, right up my bum," she told him, pushing
her hips back, flattening the mounds of her rump against his pelvis.

	"Oh, Jeez," he moaned. "I'm going to fill your arse with piss,
Melissa-Girl. I"m going to give you a pee enema, right up your perfect
ass, you cunt. Here it comes. You want it, don't you, cunt?"

	"Yes, yes," she answered. "Do it. Fill my bum with your pee.
Oh!" she gasped as a hot squirt coursed up her asshole. "Oh, I can
feel it!" Another pleasantly burning, flowing stream of liquid pulsed
deep into her, far further than his cock had managed. Then it was
continuous, providing a strange, very sexy feeling of wrongness, of
events backwards, of fullness. At the very end he pulled out of her
and directed the yellow stream over the sensitive skin of her buttocks
and up the small of her back. A musky, animal smell invaded the room.
Then she felt the process reversing itself and she couldn't stop it,
gave in to the feeling of release as the urine flowing back down her
ass and leaked out her asshole, running down the backs of her thighs
and pooling around her knees. Awash with urine and intensely strong
emotions, Melissa needed a violent release or she felt she'd implode.
"I'm bad. I'm so bad, doing that. Spank me for being bad. Spank my bad
bum!" she insisted, desperately. Holt leaned back and swung instantly
with his right arm, causing his hand to impact on her jiggling rear-
end with an explosive cracking noise. "Again," she shrieked. "Spank
me again and again!"

	Holt's right hand, palm cupped, began a fast, violent
spanking, landing slaps all over Melissa's bobbing bottom cheeks,
reddening the skin of her ass instantly. Although she rocked forward
with every slashing blow and and her hips gyrated from side to side he
aimed carefully and covered her entire ass with stinging slaps. Then
she cried out and fell forward, her hands reflexively seeking her
crotch, grasping and holding it as she collapsed on her side and
rocked around on the floor.

	After several minutes she looked up at Holt with sleepy look
and said, "I want to watch you masturbate. I want to feel you
ejaculate on me." Holt began jerking his still semi-erect penis. "Do
you want to come in my mouth?" she asked, fascinated. "On my boobs? On
my bum! Yes, my bum is burning up. I want to feel you come all over my
bare bum." She could see the effect of her words and continued, "Later
I'm going to let you tie me up and do anything you want to me. You can
spank me for hours, or fuck my bum as hard as you want, for hours and
hours if you want. You can put your penis in my mouth and make me suck
you. You can pee in my mouth and all over my face and on my tits! You
can keep me tied up for days and stick your big cock up my bum every
time you want to pee. And fuck me. And fuck my ass and fuck my ass and
fuck my ass!"

	Holt stopped masturbating long enough to seize the girl and
turn her onto her stomach on the floor. He straddled her, sitting
lightly on her thighs with his throbbing cock hanging down in the
crack of her ass. He began jerking himself violently again, staring
down at the plump roundness of her rump.

	"Are you going to come on my bum?" she asked. "Yes, I want to
feel your hot come on my ass. Then I want to feel you spanking me like
a bad little girl. Then I want to feel your cock screwing way up my
bum. All the way up. Filling it up. Fucking my bum and fucking it and
coming way up my bum."

	Holt gasped in the instant of release, watched the white,
viscous liquid spurt out of the head of his cock and splatter down on
the reddened, bulging, tight skin of her asscheeks. A second spasm hit
him and he sprayed her again, watched to gooey mass slide over the
hump of her bottom and down, into the crack of her ass.

	Amazingly, he was still hard after the paroxysm and, grasping
his cock with his right hand, he used his his left thumb and
forefinger to spread the tight cheeks of her bum and reveal his semen
oozing down over her open asshole. Holt pressed his forefinger through
the fluid and easily into her waiting ass.

	"Oh, yes," said Melissa. "Fingerfuck my bum, sir."

	Holt jammed his forefinger in and out of her hind end for
several seconds, fast enough to produce friction heat.

	"Ah," gasped Melissa. "I love this so much! I want every boy
in the school to put his hot cock in my bum and fuck me hard. How
would you like to see that, sir? One cock after another, sliding in
and out of my ass, one boy after another, cock stuck up my bum,
jamming himself in and out of my ass while I'm down on my hands and
knees, just waiting for it up the ass."

	Slapping her right asscheek hard he pulled her to her knees
and aimed his hard cock at her gaping asshole. "You bitch," he grated
out. "You want a cock up your ass, take this one." He plunged into
her, up to the hilt in a single motion. One hand on each hip he began
fucking her with long, hard strokes, pulling almost all the way out,
then driving into her, pulling her violently back against his pelvis
with his hands.

	"Uh, Uh," she grunted as his cock banged its way up her rear
canal. "I'll go to the boy's gym," she said. "I'll strip myself bare
naked and bend over a bench and tell them, `Fuck my hot ass, guys. Not
in my cunt. Only up my hot asshole.'".

	"You pig," snarled Holt, his cock feeling like a piece of
iron. "I'm going to ream your ass so long and so hard you won't be
able to sit down for a week!"

	"Yes," Melissa agreed. "Ream out my bum, sir. Make my bumhole
so big I can take lots and lots of big, hard, hot slimy cocks up
there. I can feel every inch of you, way up my bum. Oh, no, please.
leave it in my bum."

	Train pulled his softening cock out of her bottom and slapped
her right asscheek with his right hand three times. Reaching over her
back and around her waist with his left hand he held her tight and
moved to her left. "I'm going to spank your bare ass, you pig," he
said. "I'm going to beat your ass till it's purple, then I'm going to
piss in your pretty mouth and make you drink it. Then I'm going to
tie you up and whip your beautiful bottom with my belt. Then I'm going
to fuck you again, Melissa. In you mouth, then under your arms and
between your tits. Then I'm going to fuck your wet cunt, then your hot
asshole again."

	"Yes, do it!" she said. "Make me your slave, sir. Let your
friends spank me and fuck me. Take me to your house and tie me up and
make me suck on all your friend's cocks. Make me walk around naked
when they've all got their clothes on and let them feel me up whenever
they feel like it. Make me bend over their laps so they can spank my
bum whenever they want, as hard as they want. Let them pee in my
mouth and on my face. Make me go down on my hands and knees and fuck
them with my bum, one after another. Make me lay on my tummy and let
them masturbate and come on my bare bum, all of them, over and over
until my bum is soaked with their come."

	"Hosebag," growled Holt, slapping her ass hard.

	"Ouch!" squealed Melissa. "Spank me hard, Mr. Holt. I love it
when you spank my big bum. I love it when you whip my ass with a belt
and I love it when put you big cock into my bum and slide it up and
down my asshole and in and out of my fat ass. I wish your wife was
here so she could watch you spanking me and fucking my ass. I'd like
to lick her tits and suck on her cunt and kiss her all over her bum
and put my tongue in her ass and fuck her up the ass with my tongue.
You could make me bend over the desk and stick out my bare ass and she
could spank my bum as hard as she wanted. She'd probably hate me
because you like bumfucking me so much, sir. She'd be jealous because
you like my ass so much. You like to spank it and whip it and fuck it.

	"She'd probably spank me really hard for a long time till my
ass was just burning - then she'd take a dildo and bumfuck me herself
until I was too sore to take your cock in my ass anymore. She'd make
me suck you until your cock was all wet and slippery, then bend over
and let you put it into her bum instead of mine. I'd like to see you
fucking your wife in the ass, sir. I'd like to see your big cock
disappearing up her bum and I'd like to see you screwing in and out of
her, fucking her hard. I'd help you. I'd hold your cock in my hand and
put it at her asshole and slide it in and watch you fuck her."

	Slapping her ass again and again, Holt asked, "Would you
really let my wife fuck you? Would you? Would you?"

	"Yes, anyone you want, Sir. Ouch. Ow! Ow! Yes, anyone you
want. Your wife, your friends. In my mouth. In my bum. In my cunt.
Oh, I love you spanking my bum like that, Sir. Oh, God it hurts so
much. My bum is just burning up. Please, screw me again."

	"Beg," said Holt, continuing to slap her bare ass.

	"Please, please fuck me," said Melissa. "Put your cock in my
ass, Sir. Slide your prick into my asshole and fuck me with it. Please
fuck me up the bum. My bum is yours, you own it. You can fuck it and
whip it and screw it and come in it. Please use my bum, Sir. Use it
yourself and fuck it hard or sell it to someone else to fuck or spank.
Sell my ass to strangers, Sir. Sell it on the street to anyone. Tie me
up on my knees bare naked and sell tickets. Tell them they can spank
me as hard as they want or whip my bum with a belt or pee on my face
or come in my mouth as long as they take their big cocks and put them
in my bum and fuck my bum and come in my bum. I'll beg, Sir. I'll beg
them to bumfuck me, assfuck me, one after another.

	Holt moved between her legs behind her round, red buttocks.

	"Yesss. Assfuck me, Sir. Assfuck me right now!"

	The door opened behind them and a voice said, "Go ahead, Holt.
I'd like to see this!"

	Both Holt and Melissa, startled, turned to face Hilda Broomte,
Holt's secretary. She was standing in the doorway with a smile on her
face, a slim woman with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes,
wearing a white pantsuit. Pretty, with an outgoing personality and
very aggressive professionally, she and Holt were normally on a very
business-like basis.

	"You're wilting, Holt," observed Hilda, "But maybe I can help.
Think that red bottom of hers could take a few more slaps on it? I've
always dreamed of spanking the hind end off one of these smart-ass
kids."

	Stunned, both Holt and Melissa watched in silence as Hilda
removed the jacket of her pantsuit, then stripped out of the yellow
blouse under it, revealing no brassiere but small, distinctly rounded
breasts with uptilted, pink nipples. She stepped around the two on the
floor and swung Holt's chair out from behind his desk, then sat down.
"Come here, you little cunt," she said to the kneeling Melissa,
patting her lap. "Head down and present that fat little ass for a
serious spanking."

	In a daze, Melissa rose and complied, hanging loosely over the
older woman's lap, her reddened buttocks pointed toward Hilda's right
hand. Holt watched in amazement as his secretary raised her right hand
and began slapping Melissa's offered bottom, very hard with a steady
rhythm, moving up and down from the small of her back to the tops of
her thighs, then left to right and back again, over and over again,
covering every inch of Melissa's already red ass. In tears, Melissa
sobbed and shrieked while Hilda's small breasts bobbed slightly with
each effort.

	After ten minutes, Hilda stopped the spanking and said, "Ah,
that felt good... didn't it Melissa?"

	"Yes," Melissa admitted through her tears, her entire body
flinching with spasms.

	"Well, Holt," said Hilda, her hand sliding lovingly over
Melissa's asscheeks. "Now what? You're not wilting anymore, you're
hard as a rock. Are you going to stick that thing up her bum? Or mine?
I realize I don't have much of a rear end but I like it up the bum
too, you know?"

	"Hilda, bend over the desk," breathed Holt.

	Dropping Melissa casually to the floor, Hilda rose and walked
around the large desk, then flopped over, waiting.

	"Melissa, remove her pants," said Holt. "Everything. I want
her stark naked." Melissa jumped up and fumbled under Hilda's waist to
undo a belt and buttons, then yanked until Hilda's white suit pants
and white panties were at her ankles. Hilda kicked them off into a
corner. Hilda's long, elegant legs rose up to join a small,
surprisingly round, surprisingly wide set of pure white buttocks. Both
Holt and Melissa stood staring for a second, then suddenly Melissa
reached out and slapped Hilda's right asscheek, just once, leaving a
distinct handprint.

	"Owww!" howled Hilda, who jerked her ass around but didn't
rise up. "Holt, you're going to use some lubrication, aren't you?"
she asked, sounding a little worried.

	"Melissa, on the desk beside her," Holt said. In a moment he
had the two women side by side bending over the desk, a study in
contrasts. Melissa's hips were wide, her ass dark red, jutting out and
lushly prominent. To her left, Hilda's hips were much narrower, her
ass white, compact and nicely rounded. Holt moved behind Melissa and
immediately plunged his cock into her soaking wet cunt. Fucking in and
out of her a few times he stopped, then moved to the left behind
Hilda. Spreading her tight cheeks apart he found a tight, pink asshole
and placed the head of his wet cock against it.

	"Oh," he heard Hilda say. "You're not going to do my pussy
first? Just my ass? Don't hurt!" Holt eased the head of his cock into
Hilda's bottom, popped it out and eased it back in again several
times. Moving to his right he slid his penis into Melissa's cunt
again, fucked himself wet, then moved back to Hilda's bottom hole.
This time he eased in the head of his cock and another inch. He moved
his hips back and forth slowly, moving his cock an inch into her ass,
then out, then in again. "Yes," said Hilda. "That feels good!"

	Holt moved again to Melissa, slid into her cunt, then pulled
out and jammed up her ass to the hilt. He slammed into her asshole
several times, then pulled out and returned to Hilda. Carefully he
eased his cock into her bottom an inch, then two, then slid all the
way up her anal canal, his pelvis tight against her bunched buttocks.
Hilda gasped and instantly relaxed and Holt, a hand on each of her
hips, began a long, slow, repeated fucking motion in and out of her
rear. Compared to Melissa, Hilda was tight and her bottom gripped his
cock all the way in, then all the way out.

	"Oh, please, fuck my bum too, Sir," Melissa complained after
several minutes of gasps from Hilda and the slight, slapping sounds of
Holt's pelvis striking her round asscheeks.

	"No," countermanded Hilda. "Stay in my bum, please Sir," she
said, copying Melissa. "I want you to come in my bum. Please." Holt
slapped her left asscheek and said, "Don't be greedy." He moved to
Melissa and easily slid his long cock up her asshole. He began fucking
her up the ass methodically.

	"Thank you," said Melissa. "You like my bum, don't you? You
like fucking MY bum, don't you? Make her lick your cock every time you
come out of my bum, Sir."

	"Good idea," said Holt. "Hilda, get over here and kneel down."

	"Oh, please, Sir" said Hilda as she stood, then knelt to
Holt's left side. "You're not going to put your cock in my mouth after
it comes out of Melissa's bum, are you?"

	As an answer, Holt popped free of Melissa's asshole and swung
towards Hilda. "Out of her ass and into your mouth, slut," he said as
he jammed his engorged cock between her open lips. "Lick it clean," he
demanded.

	"I want to fuck her," announced Melissa, pushing herself up
from the desk. "I want to fuck Miss Broomte all over her body. Here,
Sir, let me fuck her mouth with your cock." Melissa reached down and
carefully grabbed Holt's cock with her right hand. Her left hand
grabbed the rear of Hilda's head and abruptly pulled it toward Holt,
forcing the head of his cock against the back of the secretary's
throat. Hilda emitted a short choking noise but didn't struggle.
Melissa rhythmically pushed Hilda's head forward, forcing Holt's cock
in and out of her mouth.

	"This is sooo sexy," Melissa blurted. Holt just groaned and
Hilda concentrated on not gagging. "I want her ass, now. Can I have
her bum now, Sir? Can I do anything I want with her?"

	"Yes," breathed Holt. "Do what you want."

	Melissa released Holt's cock but her left hand continued to
grasp Hilda's blonde hair. Pulling the slimmer, shorter woman to her
feet, Melissa's right hand reached out and slapped Hilda's unprotected
left breast, catching it just below the pink nipple. "Oww!" Hilda
squealed, moving both hands to protect her breasts.

	"I'm going to tie you up," Melissa announced, pushing Hilda
head first onto the desk. "Don't move!" Hilda obediently remained
still, her small, round bottom upthrust at the edge of the desk. Holt
backed off, watching carefully, slowly stroking his engorged penis.

	Melissa moved to the pile of clothes against the wall and
seized both her leather belt and Holt's. Moving to Hilda she first
made a loop in the belt, then put the loop over both of Hilda's wrists
and pulled it tight. Carefully she laced under the buckle, then
twisted the leather and slid it under the loop several times until
there was only a one inch bit of belt hanging free. There was no way
Hilda was going to get loose, especially with her hands behind her
back.

	"You're a pig, Miss Broomte," Melissa announced. "Always so
nice and sweet and superior when kids are sent to the office. Well,
this time I'm the superior one. Roll over."

	Hilda rolled over with difficulty, her feet were still on the
floor but her tied hands were between her back and the desktop.
Melissa picked up the other belt and folded it in half, holding the
buckle end in her fist.

	"What do you think I'm going to do now?" asked Melissa.

	"Whip my tits with the belt," breathed Hilda.

	"Damn right," said Melissa, moving to Hilda's right. "But
first you have to ask me nice. First, kiss the whip," she said,
hanging the belt a few inches above Hilda's face. Hilda arced her back
and her lips brushed the black leather. "OK," said Melissa. "Now ask."

	"Please, whip my breasts, Melissa."

	The belt snapped down on Hilda's right breast, hard across the
light brown nipple. Hilda winced but the blow was light, causing more
noise than pain. A second snap caught the nipple on Hilda's left
breast.

	"Tell me everything I'm going to do to you," demanded Melissa,
flexing her right arm and landing another, harder, snapping blow to
Hilda's left breast.

	"Oh!" Hilda cried. Melissa began alternating, snapping the
leather against each of Hilda's now bobbing breasts. Holt stood
entranced against the wall.

	"You're... oh!... going to whip my boobs... oh!... ow!... and
spank me, my bum, you're going to spank my bad bum with... ow!... your
bare hand and then whip my ass with the belt, then... yeow!... ow!
ow!... you're going to screw my bum with your... ouch!... fingers and
then in my cunt and... ow!... and then... ow!... I don't know, I don't
know!"

	Melissa stopped the whipping and admired the pink flush
covering all of Hilda's breast flesh, noticed both the pinkish, small
nipples were pointing at ceiling, as hard as pencil erasers. "Get up,"
she ordered and Hilda struggled off the desktop and onto her feet. "No
woman's ever kissed my tits," she told Hilda. "You're going to be the
first, right?"

	"Yes," said Hilda, eagerly bending at the waist, her mouth
seizing the extended nipple of Melissa's left breast and sucking
greedily. Melissa's left hand grabbed the blonde hair at the back of
Hilda's head and yanked the other woman's face close to hers. "Stick
out your tongue," she demanded. Hilda complied immediately. "Leave it
out," said Melissa. She bent forward slightly and licked Hilda's
tongue several times, then stood upright again. Looking into Hilda's
eyes she said, "Where else are you going to lick me, bitch? Tell me
everything."

	"I'm going to lick your nipples and your breasts. I'll lick
your ears and your face and your tongue, Melissa. I'm going to lick
your armpits and your stomach and your vagina, your pussy. I'll lick
right inside your cunt for you. I'm going to kiss your bum all over.
I'll lick it and bite it suck it. I'm even going to kiss your asshole
and lick it with my tongue and I'm going to stick my tongue right up
your ass and lick inside your bum."

	"Good," said Melissa. "But what I really want to do is fuck
you. I want to stick a cock up your little ass and fuck you for hours,
Hilda. I want to rape your asshole. Do you want another woman to rape
your asshole, slut?" she asked.

	"Yes," said Hilda, looking down at the floor. "Rape my
arsehole. I want another woman to fuck me in my arse."

	"Oh, what a pig she is, Mr. Holt," said Melissa. "Will you go
to the gym and get me a ping-pong paddle? I want to paddle her naughty
bum for her!"

	"Sure," said Holt, struggling into his pants and shirt. "I'd
like to see you paddle her ass. Of course, then I'm going to use it on
your fat ass, Melissa."

	After Holt left the office Melissa smiled at Hilda and then
kissed her full on the lips, her tongue lapping at the inside of the
secretary's mouth. "Good, he's gone. I'm going to hurt you now," she
said, spinning the naked woman around and forcing her face forward
over the edge of the desk. "I'm going to whip your ass as hard as I
can until he comes back, Miss Broomte. You can scream all you like."

	"No, Melissa, Please!" Hilda shouted, trying to rise but
hampered by having her hands secured behind her back. Melissa slammed
her belly down onto the edge of the desk.

	"Oh, yes," said Melissa. "I'm going to whip your ass black and
blue, Miss Broomte." Raising the belt into the air she immediately
swung it down with all her strength. The leather cupped around Hilda's
right ass cheek and cracked loudly, followed closely by a heartfelt
shriek from the secretary. A deep, red welt immediately popped up on
Hilda's behind but, as she tried to rise, Melissa forced her down with
a rough hand on the back. "Like that, Sweetie?" asked Melissa. "We'll
see how much he likes your bottom when it's purple and swollen."

	For Hilda it seemed like an eternity before Holt reappeared
with a paddle from the gymnasium. The next cut caught her left ass
cheek and before the unbearable burning eased the next slash caught
part of both of her ass cheeks, just over her asshole and she could
almost feel another welt rising. Lost in pain, she was vaguely aware
that Melissa was methodically whipping every centimeter of her exposed
ass. Literally dozens of blows rained down on her raised behind before
she heard Holt say, "Nice, job, Melissa. Her bum is almost
fluorescent. You're a real trooper, Hilda."

	Melissa yanked her up to a standing position and kissed her
again, tongue probing deep into her mouth. "Thank me," said Melissa.

	Through her pain and tears Hilda found herself saying, "Thank
you, thank you."

	"For what?" asked Melissa.

	"For whipping the hell out of my ass," said Hilda.

	"Can I fuck you now?" asked Melissa. "Or do you want the
paddle?"

	Horrified by the thought of the paddle on her fiery ass, Hilda
answered immediately, "Oh, fuck me, Melissa! Fuck me in my asshole!"

	"Get your cock over here, Holt," said Melissa. "We're going to
fuck her ass till it bleeds."

			       The End