Open Day was approaching. In that, Greenwood Academy was no different from any other school. Open Day involved a vast amount of work that contributed nothing to the education of the pupils and generally disrupted routines all round. Being a small school, there were not the usual orchestras, theatre groups and so on - and anyway the girls' extra curricular activities left little time for these more mundane pursuits. Still, the school had to be spick and span and on best behaviour.
The day arrived and, by mid-morning, the place was overrun with the girls' families. Never had Adam seen such evident affluence. At one point he started to count the value of the cars in the car park but gave up in disbelief when the numbers reached 6 figures.
As it was a residential school, Open Day was also used for parent interviews and Adam spent most of his time in his office making reassuring noises about the progress and abilities of his charges. He was interested, to put it mildly, to meet the parents of the girls he had been fucking and had a great deal of difficulty in maintaining the necessary detached attitude and professional demeanour. He also remarked that there were a number of mothers that were as attractive as their offspring. The attraction seemed to be mutual in some cases for he was subject to an undue amount of exposed thigh and flirtatious glances.
He was sitting at his desk during a short break when the door opened. He looked up, expecting to see one of his colleagues. The girl sauntered casually into the room as if she owned it. She was wearing a long, loose polka-dot half-sleeve dress with padded shoulders and a line of pearl buttons up the front, black stockings, black suede court shoes with 3-inch heels and a floppy straw hat with a band the same material as her dress. Ropes of pearls were wound round her long, slender neck and wrists.
He watched in astonishment and some irritation as she hoisted herself up onto the window ledge and sat, contemplating him from hooded eyes.
"You're probably wondering who I am," she drawled in a slow, slightly husky voice.
"Well, yes, the thought did occur," he said, dryly.
"I'm Amanda Dawson, Leonie's sister and a former pupil."
"Ah, yes." Now she had mentioned it he could see the resemblance.
She was silent again. He shifted in his chair suddenly uncomfortable under scrutiny. Then, as if she had come to a decision, she unfastened the buttons down the front of her dress and pulled it open to reveal a lacy black teddy covering her high, full breasts.
"Do you like my tits, Mr Hazel?"
"Why, yes," he spluttered. "I do. I mean… you are a very attractive girl, Miss Dawson."
"I think you should call me Amanda."
She swung her legs wide apart and hoisted her dress. She had no panties and her pussy was completely bald. The pouting lips stared wantonly at him.
"I've heard you're very good," she husked. "I think you should come and lick me."
He regarded her gravely for a moment then cleared his throat and stood up. He crossed the room to stand directly in front of her. She had to tilt back her head to look at him and he stood silently, contemplating the dark, hooded eyes and full red lips, slightly parted. Then he reached down and took a breast in each hand. They felt heavy and elastic to his touch. Her eyes flew open wide and look of concern crossed her face. He weighed them thoughtfully, rubbing his thumbs roughly across her nipples - which began to respond.
He painted a cruel grin on his face and squeezed her breasts more firmly, digging his fingers into the springy flesh. There was definitely a look of fear now, but mixed with more than a hint of lust. He took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed and twisted them hard. She gave a gasp of pain and astonishment.
"In this school young ladies do not casually stroll into my office and demand that I perform oral sex on them." He tweaked her nipples again, making her wince. "No matter how attractive they are." She was looking decidedly concerned. "It would appear that, whatever else you learned here, good manners was not, I think, among them."
"What… what are you going to do?"
"You were a pupil here under Ms Henderson?" She nodded and he smiled nastily. "I think you'll have a good idea of what I'm going to do, then. Now, go and lock the door."
She flushed bright red and dropped her gaze. He could feel her trembling.
"Please… please don't hit me," she pleaded and raised a hand to cover his.
"You should have thought of that earlier."
He stepped back and she reluctantly got up and turned the key in the lock. He rummaged around in a drawer and found several pieces of rope. He swept all the papers off his desk.
"Kneel up."
With obvious reluctance, she clambered up onto the desk. He grabbed a wrist, tied a piece of rope around it and pulled. She fell forward and put out her free hand to break her fall. He pulled the rope tighter, forcing her head down onto the desk and looped the rope around one of the legs. He repeated the process with her other wrist and her ankles. She was now secured kneeling across his desk with her head down and bottom raised high in the air.
"Oh, what are you doing. Let me go, please. I'll do anything," she begged. She tried to twist around to see what he was doing but the ropes prevented her.
He found a long, springy cane and used it to delicately lift her dress up and expose her bare rump. She wriggled and twisted, making her bottom rotate delightfully. He raised the cane and brought it down sharply on the churning buttocks.
"Aaiieeee," she wailed, jerking her head off the desk, her face screwed up in agony.
He paused. "Now. How many strokes do think it will take to teach you some good manners?"
"Owww. I don't know. Five?"
He sucked his teeth. "Five might be enough to teach you not to enter my room without knocking. But then there's exposing yourself and demanding oral sex. Both serious breaches of etiquette." Adam was thoroughly enjoying himself. "I would think that they would need at least ten each. That would make 25 altogether - plus another five for your general demeanour - not what one would expect from a former pupil of Greenwood."
"Thirty," she cried. "You can't… you mustn't… I couldn't take thirty."
"No? Ms Henderson must have been more lenient in your day. Are you genuinely sorry for your behaviour?"
"Yes. Yes. I am. I am most truly and genuinely sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm sorry I was rude and came in without knocking. I sorry for exposing myself like a tramp. I'm sorry I demanded you lick me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she babbled.
Adam could hardly keep from laughing. "Okay. You do seem to be genuinely so sorry so we'll make it twenty."
"Twenty?" she screeched. "That's far too many. Ten."
"We'll split the difference at fifteen. Okay?"
Amanda, realising she was beaten - and was about to be beaten, gave up.
"Okay," she nodded weakly.
"You must count each stroke. Every one you miss or count incorrectly won't count. Are you ready? We'll start at one."
"But you've already given me one."
"Oh, that didn't count."
"You bastard."
"You're right."
He brought the cane smartly down on her upthrust cheeks.
"Aaiieee! Ow! Ow!"
"I'm waiting for the count."
"Owww. One."
The cane came down again.
"Aaaaghh."
"The count, Amanda. I'm not going to remind you again."
"Ohhh. Two."
And so they proceeded. She only made one mistake which earned her another stripe. By the end her bottom was criss-crossed with red stripes and she was sobbing so hard she could hardly speak the numbers.
She thought her torment was over. He put the cane away and waited till her sobbing had subsided somewhat.
"You can untie me now," she said between snuffles. "You've had your fun."
"Oh, no. I haven't had my fun yet." She looked at him with fear in her tear-stained eyes. "You came in for some oral sex, and I hate to leave a beautiful young lady disappointed."
Before she had time to work out what he meant he had moved quickly to the end of the desk and brought his face down between her throbbing buttocks. As he had suspected the caning had turned her on as well as hurt her. She was dripping. He stuck out his tongue and licked up the length of her crack.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped.
"Mmmm," he said. "There's nothing more delicious than a young girl who's hot and dripping."
He licked again, wiggling his tongue into her cunt. She wriggled her bottom at him.
"Oh, God, yes," she cried. "Don't stop."
He gripped the front of her thighs and applied himself with a will. With tongue and teeth and lips he licked and probed and sucked and bit. Amanda went wild, struggling against her bonds and screaming in pleasure as she came again and again.
When he could do no more, his mouth and jaw being too sore to continue, he released her. She lay limply on the table until the pain in her wrists and ankles forced her to move.
"No-one has made me cum like that before," she said looking up at him with a strange expression on her face as she massaged her wrists.
"Perhaps no-one has known what you need before."
"You are a complete bastard, you know that," she said without heat.
He smiled knowingly as he soaked a handkerchief in cold water and soothed her wrists and ankles.
"Now I think you should thank me nicely, give me kiss and think about what you are going to do for me."
She rose to her feet and melted into his arms.
"Thank you, I think," she said, raising her mouth to be kissed.
The kiss was long and passionate. Adam palmed her breasts, feeling the springy flesh and the hard nubbin of her nipple.
"Now, what are you going to do for me," he said.
"I could spank you," she replied coquettishly.
"That would not be a good idea," he grinned.
" I could do a strip-tease."
"Hmm. Better. But think what your mother would say if she saw you."
"She'd want to join in." Adam raised a thoughtful eyebrow. She giggled. "But that would spoil our fun." Her hand slipped down the front of his trousers and curled around his erection. "I could give you a hand job."
"You're getting hotter."
"So are you," she giggled, squeezing his cock. She sighed theatrically. "I suppose I could take you in my mouth."
"That would be poetic justice," he grinned.
"The problem is," she pouted, putting her mouth close to his ear and whispering, "that I really want you to fuck me."
He dropped his hand to where she was squeezing his cock. "In that case you'd better get on with it."
Her eager fingers sought his zip and freed his throbbing erection.
"But I must kiss it first," she cried, dropping to her knees and clamping her mouth around his cock.
He groaned. She sucked him deeply, her cheeks hollow. Her tongue licked round the sensitive tip and her hand toyed with his shaft. She pulled him from her mouth with a 'pop'. She delicately lifted him and licked up and down the underside, then she blew hot breath over the tip before replacing him in her mouth and sucking again.
He put a hand on her head to stay her. "Do you want to fuck?"
She smiled wickedly, her lips still wrapped around the tip of his cock. "What a question. Yes."
"Then you'd better stop that or you might be disappointed."
"I doubt that," she retorted as she reluctantly released his cock and stood up.
"Lift your skirt," he demanded.
He hoisted her up to perch on the edge of the desk and she winced as her pained bottom met the cool, hard wood. He pushed her knees apart and stood between them, his cock pointing in the general direction of her dripping cunt.
"Okay, get on with it," he glanced down and nodded.
"You're a callous brute," she murmured, stroking his hard cock and pulling it gently towards her.
He gave her a feral grin. "I know what you like," he said.
She teased herself with the tip of his cock, wetting it with her juices and flicking it across her turgid clitoris, and gave a sigh of satisfaction.
"The sad thing is - you're right. You do seem to know what I want."
"Then shut up and get on with it."
She sighed again and pulled him closer, inserting his cock into her vagina. He took a small step forward and thrust his prick fully into her in one smooth motion. She leant back, supporting her weight on her arms and clamped her legs around his waist.
"Now, fuck me."
He began to thrust in and out without preliminaries. She kept her gaze fixed on his as he pounded her. Her mouth parted, her eyes became glazed and her breasts rose and fell enticingly as her breathing became more ragged.
Although he could feel his excitement rising, some part of him remained detached and aloof as if he was watching someone else's cock glide smoothly in and out of this girl's hot, wet cunt. He was rather surprised at himself, fucking a girl he had only just met and would probably never see again. Somehow the casualness of it all made the situation more arousing. He watched her even white teeth worry her full lower lip and her excitement mounted. He rather regretted not removing his trousers so he could feel his skin against her sleek thighs.
"Yes. Fuck, yes. Oh , God. Fuck. Yes," she began to mutter.
He increased his movements, driving his cock deep into her. Her heels drummed on his buttocks. He could see her arms trembling with the strain of supporting her weight.
Then she was there. With a loud cry of, "Oh, God, yessss," she gripped him tightly with her legs and arched her bottom off the desk. Her cunt tightened around his cock, gripping it fiercely. He thrust a few more times, feeling the cum boil up in his balls and spurt into her.
"Ahhhh," he sighed.
They basked in the afterglow for a few moments. Their eyes met and they exchanged a final smile of intimacy before he withdrew and helped her off the desk.
"What now, Mr Hazel?" she asked coquettishly.
"Now, Miss Dawson, I think you'd better be on your way. This is, after all, meant to be an Open Day."
"You certainly opened me." She grimaced. "And filled me up. What am I supposed to do about all this cum running down my legs."
He shrugged. "There's a ladies toilet down the corridor."
She glanced up then grinned. "You know, I might just leave it there. The idea of walking around amongst all these posh frocks with your cum sloshing round inside me rather appeals."
He laughed as he unlocked the door and ushered her out. "I think you might find them less shocked than you might imagine. And I think you might want to visit that toilet anyway. The lipstick smear rather gives the game away."
She gave him a quick kiss on the lips as she passed. "You're a brute and a bastard… but thank you anyway."
"And you're far too forward for your own good, but thank you too."
He watched her sashay off down the corridor, the smug look of a well-fucked woman on her face. Then, with a sigh, he returned to his desk to await the next parent.
Proofread by Beej