Sadrina wondered why she had been summoned by the headmistress. The note, in Mrs Crooks' own hand, said simply, “Sadrina, meet me in my office after your last class.” The door at the end of the corridor was closed, so she opened it and slipped inside.
Mrs Crooks looked up from her desk and gave a disapproving glare.
“Why didn't you knock? Where are your manners, young lady!”
“Sorry headmistress.”
“You will be. Come in.”
Sadrina swallowed nervously as she closed the door behind her.
“Shoes and socks off. Put them there. I don't like girls getting dirt on my nice carpet.”
The headmistress pointed to a spot beside the door and Sadrina quickly put her shoes and socks in place. The carpet was soft under her bare feet. She was beckoned forwards.
“That's better. Come over here. I believe it's your birthday today, isn't it?”
Sadrina was getting even more confused. It was very rare for a girl to be called to Mrs Crooks' office for something nice.
“Stand up straight. Don't slouch! Hands behind your back.”
The girl complied as Mrs Crooks looked her up and down, taking her time. Sadrina was unable to meet her gaze.
“Sadrina, this school has a tradition for fourteenth birthdays. Do you know what it is?”
“No, ma'am.”
“It involves four gifts. Two from me to you, and two from you to me. Step back. Put your feet apart and your hands on your head.”
“Umm... ok...”
Sadrina did as she was told, by now feeling quite afraid and her eyes fixed on the floor. Mrs Crooks rose and came to stand beside her, her hand brushing against the girl's waist.
“Remind me, have I disciplined you in the past?”
“No, ma'am.”
“Mm. Have any of your little friends told you what I do with naughty girls?”
“No, anyone who's getting it never talks about it afterwards.”
“Good. They're not supposed to.”
“Umm... what happens to them?”
Mrs Crooks moved her hand to press against Sadrina's thigh, just below her hip. Her school skirt was thin enough and short enough that it made the girl feel quite vulnerable.
“Have you ever been spanked, Sadrina?”
“No, this is getting out of my comfort zone, please mistress.”
The headmistress leaned in close and grabbed Sadrina's elbow, making her squeak with fright. She spoke in a dangerous tone.
“I think children, especially young girls, should be spanked very frequently. It's the best way to build character in them.”
Sadrina tried to pull away, but Mrs Crooks had expected that. Her grasp was too strong.
“When they find themselves in my office I correct that lack of character very strictly. I use a wooden cane on their bare bottoms to give them stripes that take as much as a week to go away and hurt so much they can barely sit down.”
The terrified girl kept struggling, now less worried about the consequences of fleeing than the agony that was probably coming. It was no use; the headmistress knew just how to hold a girl in place.
“Stop struggling you silly little girl! You're not going anywhere and the more you irritate me, the more unpleasant your experience will be.”
She wound her fingers into Sadrina's long, auburn hair and tugged hard. Sadrina cried out in pain and writhed, but Mrs Crooks kept pulling and before long her struggles subsided. The headmistress let go and went to lock her office door, pocketing the key. Sadrina was still rubbing her head and whimpering.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
“Yes...”
“Show it to me.”
Sadrina turned away and bent over. The school skirt was short enough that it provided almost no modesty in this position, but she flipped it over her hips to make sure the headmistress could see her underwear.
“Very pretty. Those are your first gift to me. Take them off and bring them here.”
Sadrina gasped, but she was too scared to disobey. She slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She handed over the skimpy briefs, which were hot pink and had 'Naughty' printed on the rear and 'Sexy' on the front. Mrs Crooks set them aside.
“You just took off your panties without a word of complaint. Are you the sort of girl who does that for anyone who asks, Sadrina?”
“You would've hurt me if I hadn't, wouldn't you?”
Mrs Crooks gave an unsettling grin and chuckled.
“I'm going to hurt you anyway. And you didn't answer my question.”
“No, I'm not that type.”
“You're a good girl? Are you still a virgin then?”
Sadrina was too shocked to answer that question. The headmistress clicked her fingers and gestured for the girl to bend over again.
“I'm not going to show you that!”
Her defiance was immediately met with a very hard yank on her hair, forcing her head down.
“You disobedient little bitch. Yes. You. WILL!”
Sadrina screamed, but she did as she was told. She pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could.
“Touch your toes and stay like that. I'm still waiting for your answer.”
“Yes, I'm a virgin.”
The headmistress had brought her face very close to Sadrina's, holding her hair so she couldn't turn away.
“Really? No-one's ever been between your legs?”
“Yes, nobody has. Never ma'am.”
Mrs Crooks slid her hand over Sadrina's bare bottom until her fingers rested at the crease of her inner thigh. Sadrina shivered but stayed in place.
“Your poor little kitty. It must be so lonely. Do you diddle yourself regularly so it gets to have a little bit of fun at least?”
“No, I haven't. Please...”
“Sadrina! You don't even masturbate? What are you, a nun?”
“No, I... I'm just not a girl that does that.”
With a shake of her head Mrs Crooks continued.
“Then today's going to be a VERY educational experience for you.”
The headmistress tucked Sadrina's skirt up as far as it would go, completely exposing the girl's pale backside. Sadrina automatically reached behind her, but Mrs Crooks slapped her hands away. The girl squeaked and began to blush.
“None of that! Grab your ankles and stay still! Don't you dare touch your arse again. Do you understand me?!”
“But I don't want to have sex!”
“But me no buts, little girl.”
Mrs Crooks picked up a thin cane and swished it for Sadrina to watch.
“Wh... what're you doing with that?”
It made a terrible whistling sound each time the headmistress snapped it through the air. Sadrina could feel the breeze.
“I'm going to give you my first gift by beating your bare bottom with it. Fourteen nice fat stripes, one for every year.”
“No! That'll hurt! A lot, oh no ma'am.”
“Of course it will. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Yes!”
Mrs Crooks began to tap-tap-tap the cane very lightly across Sadrina's bare cheeks. The girl flinched and clenched but did not dare to move.
“You don't like the idea? Feeling scared?”
“I don't like this idea and I'm very scared.”
“Well, that's unfortunate. For you, anyway, because I'm the Headmistress and you're a schoolgirl without any knickers on and bent over in my office. Now, ask me nicely to give you your gift of fourteen cane stripes on your bare backside.”
“But I don't... I... don't want this gift.”
Sadrina cried out as the headmistress pinched her cheek to force her to make eye contact. She snarled at the frightened girl. Sadrina's eyes began to dampen and her voice fell.
“Ask. Me. Nicely. Sadrina.”
“May I please get your gift.”
“What gift?”
“Your gift of fourteen stripes.”
“Where?”
“On my... bare backside!”
“Now put it all together and speak up.”
“Please may I get the gift of fourteen stripes on my bare backside. Oh...”
Mrs Crooks put a hand on Sadrina's back and lifted the cane into the air.
“Yes, Sadrina, since you asked so nicely, you may. Be sure to count them and thank me after every single one.”
There were one, two, three, four, five long seconds of silence before the cane cracked down smartly across the crest of Sadrina's bare bottom. Sadrina let out a startled yelp.
“Thank you for my first stripe.”
“You're welcome.”
The girl whined as the second stroke came quickly, a little lower down and harder than the first.
“Thank you mistress.”
“You forgot to count it, so I'll redo that one.”
A third slash of the cane added a new stripe, above the two bright welts already bulging from her smooth skin.
“Thank you for my two stripes, mistress.”
“Better.”
Sadrina yelped loudly as her bottom lit up with fire as the cane cracked down into the crease of her buttocks. She wondered how she could survive this torture.
“Thank you for my third stripe mistress.”
The next stripe fell and Sadrina's arse was beginning to look well covered with ugly marks. She whimpered and forgot to offer her thanks.
“That's already twice you've forgotten. This is going to be a long session if you don't improve.”
Mrs Crooks cracked the cane down once more and Sadrina let out a long squeal.
“Thanks for my fourth official stripe.”
“Official. I like that.”
Sadrina felt the next stroke land at the very top of her thighs, incredibly hurtful in such a sensitive place. She was barely aware of anything but pain and the need to submit.
“Thank you for my fifth stripe.”
As soon as she replied the cane cracked down again. Sadrina heard Mrs Crooks laughing.
“Thanks mistress for my sixth stripe.”
Another lash on her thighs, lower than the last. Her voice was cracking and she was whimpering over and over.
“Thank you for my seven stripes mistress.”
“Halfway there. The second half is always more painful though.”
Sadrina moaned and hissed as the cane clipped one of her welts, flaring additional pain through her body.
“Thank you mistress for my eighth year stripe.”
Mrs Crooks decided to give an extra hard one and swung with nearly all her force. Sadrina bit her lip so hard it almost bled and strained against the fresh agony.
“Th... thank you for... ninth... stripe!”
“It's alright to scream if you need to. No-one will hear you. Cry too if you like. Young girl's tears are delightful.”
A quick smack at the top of Sadrina's thighs brought a yelp, and the first tears dripped down her nose.
“Thank you for my tenth stripe.”
“Your poor arse is covered in marks now; big, juicy ones. They're all puffed up and bruised. You're going to be so sore.”
The headmistress cracked the cane down again, enjoying every sadistic second of this torment. Sadrina was wiggling and clenching and trying desperately to keep her hands at her ankles.
“Thank you mistress for my eleventh stripe.”
Sadrina was really crying now, sobs jerking out of her. The next stroke landed low on her thighs, low enough that her skimpy skirt would probably not hide it.
“Thank you mistress! For my tw... twelve stripes!”
The next lash felt like it left some wetness. Sadrina howled and wondered if her backside, which already felt as swollen as a balloon, was bleeding.
“Thank you for my thirteenth stripe.”
She tried to bring her hands to her face as she wilted, but Mrs Crooks was having none of that.
“No resting your head. In position with your hands at your ankles!”
Sadrina reluctantly got back into position, pushing her arse up as if offering it to the cruel cane.
Mrs Crooks delivered the hardest stroke yet, crashing the cane against the very bottom of Sadrina's cheeks. The force almost knocked the girl off balance. Sadrina screamed and yelped and her whole body quivered as she was flooded with total agony. Her teeth chattered and she could barely get the words out even in a whisper.
“Th-th-thank youform-my... lasssst... st-str-stripe... ohhhh-ow...”
“Last stripe? Wouldn't you like another really hard one to celebrate the coming year?”
“No mistress.”
“I think you do. Why don't you ask me nicely?”
“Will you please give me one more stripe on my backside.”
“Of course, dear.”
The headmistress swung the cane almost as hard as last time, angling it so that it sliced over half a dozen of the previous welts and split two or three of them open. Sadrina fell to her knees. She could feel something trickle over her red-hot flesh and realised she must be bleeding.
“You can stay on your knees and rub your little bum. Feel all the ridges I've added to it. And what do polite young ladies say when someone's been kind enough to give them a gift they enjoyed?”
“What...?”
Mrs Crooks looked down at the distressed girl and gave her a stern glare.
“No, that's not what they say. They say 'thank you' and explain why they're thanking the person.”
“Thank you for giving me my fourteen stripes.”
Mrs Crooks patted Sadrina's head and caressed her cheeks, her smile now kindly as she wiped away tears. She hugged the girl and reached behind to stroke her oh-so-tender bottom. Sadrina whined at first, but the headmistress kept gently rubbing and the hurt began to grow just a little less.
“It was my pleasure, Sadrina. And you were a very good girl as you took them. That's one gift each. Get completely undressed when you've finished soothing yourself and I'll set up for the second.”
By the time Sadrina had finished undressing and was stood with her arms trying to cover her breasts and crotch, the headmistress had maneuvered a tall, padded bench into the centre of the room. It had very sturdy legs which splayed outwards. Mrs Crooks covered it with a towel. Sadrina hoped it wasn't going to be used to hurt her more.
“What is that for?”
“I'll show you in a minute. Put your hands on your head and face me with your feet wide apart.”
Sadrina complied, her face almost as red as her bottom and her eyes swollen from crying. She looked at the floor, very ashamed to be on display like this. The headmistress took her time surveying the naked girl before bending for a closer look.
“Just the sort of girl I like. Narrow hips, soft thighs, breasts coming in nicely. Just beginning to turn into a woman. Hmm, how often do you shave that pussy of yours?”
“I! Half a month. To make sure...”
“Feel yourself and tell me how smooth you are. And check whether you're wet – your cunt hole too, not just the outside.”
Sadrina blushed even darker and gave a quiet whine, but she slid her hand down, brushing over her pussy lips and then fingering herself with two fingers.
Mrs Crooks admired the show and remembered what Sadrina had said before about masturbating.
“I think you lied to me before. No cumming. Don't you dare.”
“Nooo... it's bad to do this, I don't... I didn't lie, I haven't in ages! But, I'm wet mistress.”
“I thought so. And smooth?”
“Very smooth.”
“Good. Every girl should have a silky-smooth pussy at all times. It looks so much more appealing.”
Sadrina let herself be led to the bench and positioned on her stomach, her bottom hanging just over the edge. The headmistress buckled straps around the girl's wrists and knees.
“Wait, what are we doing?”
“A little restraint will make it easier for you. Now hold still.”
“I can barely move! Ma'am I'm scared!”
Mrs Crooks busied herself with something out of sight while Sadrina fretted. She felt very vulnerable with her legs parted and her limbs strapped down. Her bottom was still throbbing and she wished she could rub it some more, but the restraints didn't budge when she tugged on them.
Soon enough Mrs Crooks came back into view. She had removed her skirt and she wasn't wearing any underwear, only a garter belt to hold up her stockings. Instead, a huge rubber penis hung between her legs. It looked as big as a battering ram to Sadrina, and she panicked.
“Nooo! No no please don't please no!”
Mrs Crooks smiled evilly at the bound child and ran her hand slowly up and down the foot long black dildo.
“Who's the Headmistress, and who's the pupil strapped naked to my bondage bench with her pussy exposed?”
“Don't do it please... me.”
“So who's going to decide what happens to you?”
Sadrina shook against her bonds and licked her lips, tears beginning to well up again.
“Hmm? Afraid?”
“Yes.”
“Well you'd better get over it. Suck it and get it nice and wet.”
The tip of the dildo pushed against Sadrina's lips and she opened her mouth to admit its first four inches. The thing was so big that it stretched her lips into as wide an O as they could go and she could barely move her tongue. She hadn't even known her mouth could be so full. Sadrina did her best to lick the rubber cock and coat it with saliva. It glistened when Mrs Crooks pulled it out.
“Not bad. Have you had any sort of cock in your mouth before, Sadrina?”
“No mistress.”
The headmistress stood behind her captive and slid the dildo between the cheeks of her bottom, brushing her arsehole - which made Sadrina gasp – before resting the tip at the entrance to her virgin pussy. While Sadrina knew this was all terribly wrong, some part of her was beginning to feel excited by it, much as she hated to admit it.
“Tell me how much you'd like to be thoroughly trained in cocksucking.”
“I would not! I... yes, I would want to be trained in cocksucking.”
“Well, I'm always happy to teach eager young girls. Now you're going to give me your second gift of the day.”
“My virginity? Ma'am?”
“Yes. Beg for me to take it. Be enthusiastic.”
Sadrina squirmed and wished she could be anywhere else but here.
“Please take my virginity with a dildo? Covered in my spit?”
“No bad. I've heard much more creative pleas from other girls.”
The dildo was much too wide to enter Sadrina comfortably and the stretching of her pussy hurt terribly. She felt it push against her womanhood and moaned. The mental conflict in her was only growing – how on Earth could she want any of this, even for a minute?!
The headmistress paused for a moment before shoving roughly forward to rip Sadrina's hymen open and fill her with as much of the dildo as possible, bumping against her cervix. A few drops of blood leaked from the girl's pussy, bright against the black rubber.
“It hurts!”
“It's supposed to. You've got about nine inches of the dildo inside you. That's more than most can manage.”
“It's stretching too much! Please take it out!”
“No, Sadrina, I'm not going to. I'm going to fuck you with it really hard.”
Mrs Crooks began to pump the dildo in and out of Sadrina's tight pussy, pulling back so far it almost came out and then thrusting forward until it reached the end of her vagina. She thumped in and out at a fast rhythm, ignoring the girl's unhappy squeals. Sadrina kicked her feet and yanked on the straps, but there was no escape. Blood from her pussy began to smear the dildo.
Mrs Crooks reached underneath and pinched Sadrina's clitoris, never stopping her rough fucking. Sadrina felt more pain, but then pleasure began to well up and mix with it. The headmistress could tell fresh wetness was building between the girl's lower lips.
“Ow! Stop pinching me!”
“Why, Sadrina? Why do you want me to stop pinching you? You're enjoying it, aren't you?!”
Sadrina finally gave in to lust and, though she knew she would be thoroughly ashamed later, submitted to the wonderful feelings coming from between her legs. Mrs Crooks was fucking her faster now, pistoning in and out, snarling like a predator, close to her own orgasm as the strap-on ground against her clit.
“Ohhhhh... ma'am ma'am nono please ma'am please yes ohhh ma'am PLEASE YES!”
“That's it, cum for me you little birthday bitch!”
Sadrina came hard, harder than any orgasm she'd given herself, swept away in the surprise and intensity of it. She screamed over and over, thinking of nothing but how amazingly wonderful it felt. The pain and pleasure ramped up even higher as the headmistress began to spank her, first one buttock and then the other, back and forth, viciously pumping the girl's cunt all the while. Sadrina howled as her orgasm just kept going and going.
“Oh yes, oh you little whore, I'm cumming as I fuck you raw. You fucking little whore slut!”
Mrs Crooks shuddered as her own climax rolled over her, thumping herself against the helpless girl, savouring the vibration as the dildo hit Sadrina's cervix and the heat and roughness of the plump arse cheeks under her hard hand. She raked her fingernails down the girl's back and felt her flex at the touch.
Sadrina was soaked with sweat and still crying as she felt herself on the edge of another orgasm. She wanted this to go on and on forever, it didn't matter how much it hurt, she just wanted it. The long scratch down her back was just the right thing and she came again, even harder than her first.
“Cum again. Cum hard! Cum for me Sadrina, my fuck toy!”
By the time the headmistress was ready for her second orgasm, Sadrina was feeling the pain take over again. She badly wanted to keep cumming even though she had cum so much she'd lost count, but she hurt all over and in so many ways. Her clit ached from being pinched and her cunt felt more sticky than slippery. She had strained and twisted so much her muscles burned from head to toe. Her backside was as hot and angry as it had been just after the last stroke of the cane. She was sobbing, her eyes almost swollen shut and her throat was hoarse from screaming so much.
“Hnnng! Yessssss! Good girl good girl. Yes!”
Mrs Crooks pulled out with no slowing or warning and Sadrina was overwhelmed by relief and loss. She desperately wanted this ordeal to be over, but just as desperately she wanted more violent sex. Her mind whirled, unable to process what was happening. The headmistress unbuckled the restraint straps, but Sadrina lay limp and spent.
The headmistress put Sadrina's panties in a drawer with the rest of her collection. She picked up the rest of Sadrina's clothes and tossed them out into the hallway.
“Tell me what you want, Sadrina!”
“M... mooore...”
The headmistress slapped the girl's leg.
“Not today. Happy birthday, Sadrina! Get up. And if you tell anyone about today, know that I WILL find out and you WILL get fifty cane strokes and you WILL get transferred to reform school. Now get out of my sight.”
Sadrina stumbled and crawled before collapsing on her side. Mrs Crooks blew her a kiss before closing the door.