My Sweet Degradation (19 page)

‘However,' Miss Grant continued, ‘one thing I can promise you will not have been expecting, Samantha, was to find yourself brought before someone like me.'

Samantha had to concede to herself that this was more than the truth. Over the years she had become an expert at dealing with headmasters and headmistresses. The men were easy. Since she had blossomed into an extremely attractive young woman she had simply abused her sexuality to the point where they had no choice but to get rid of her for fear that they might actually submit to her manipulations and end up in serious trouble themselves. The women were a little harder, but so far they'd been so prim and so righteous that she had ultimately managed to shock them into dismissing her.

But Miss Grant was an altogether new challenge, and she gave the disquieting impression that she was totally unflappable.

‘So what are you going to do?' Samantha goaded with mock bravado, as her heart raced unpleasantly. ‘Expel me?'

Miss Grant laughed again. ‘Good Lord no, Samantha. What on earth would give you that impression? I'm proud to say that in all the time I've served this school we have yet to dismiss a single girl, and trust me, I've had to deal with one or two characters who make you look like a little angel.

‘But clearly I have to punish you; we cannot have our young ladies thinking the rules somehow do not apply to them, now can we?'

Under normal circumstances punishment meant nothing to Samantha. It only served to advance her that little bit closer towards her ultimate goal of expulsion. Detentions were an opportunity to humiliate the teacher in charge, and manual labour gave her the chance to miss classes and skip school all together. This time, however, there was something in the way Miss Grant stared over the rim of her spectacles that let Samantha know things were going to be quite different.

‘Um, what... what kind of punishment?' she asked, desperately trying to look un-phased, but failing quite miserably.

Once more Miss Grant's expression softened. ‘Oh well, it's a little old-fashioned in a way, but I have found it to prove most effective.' Again the discipline officer paused to hold Samantha in her steely gaze, before going on without so much as a hint of embarrassment. ‘I intend to give you a thoroughly good spanking, Samantha.'

‘What?' Samantha blurted with absolute incredulity.

‘Now, now, Samantha, it's “pardon, miss” if you did not hear me correctly. But on this occasion, as it's your first day, I'll forgive your indiscretion, although I do not expect to have to tell you again.'

‘But... but you can't spank me!' Samantha exclaimed, incensed. ‘It's... it's ridiculous. It's against the law and I'll... I'll tell daddy.'

The discipline officer was clearly amused by Samantha's sudden childish outburst, and she only just managed to disguise her amusement behind a crisp white handkerchief and elegant ‘cough'. ‘You really shouldn't be talking of “daddy” now, should you Samantha? If you consider yourself of an age to smoke cigarettes then you should surely be able to face your punishment like an adult too. Besides, your parents are entirely irrelevant here. It is me you answer to, and they cannot assert any influence over this establishment or me whatsoever.'

‘What...?' Samantha began, but she was quickly and silently admonished with a raised eyebrow and a tilt of the head. ‘I mean, pardon miss?'

‘Good girl. That's a start. Now, if you had only taken the time to read the papers you were asked to sign upon joining us at Saint Hilda's, then you would have seen that we view you as being an adult now. If you do not wish to follow our regulations then you are free to leave at any time that you like. If, however, you choose to stay on, then you must obey all of our rules and that, I'm afraid, includes our choice of punishments.'

‘You mean, I can just go?' Samantha asked with shocked wonder, suddenly delighted that she might not need to get herself expelled after all. ‘I can leave here any time I like?'

‘Right this very second if you so choose,' the woman confirmed. ‘I'll even have a driver take you to the station.'

For one wonderful moment Samantha felt utterly elated, and she wondered what first to do with her newfound freedom, but then Miss Grant went on and spoiled things. ‘Though I should probably point out to you, Samantha, that I am party to the – now how should I put this? – the, um, little
arrangement
you have with your father, and remind you that leaving Saint Hilda's on your own accord is in no way akin to you being expelled.'

Samantha's mind whirled with confusion. ‘But... but if I go daddy will cut me off!'

The discipline officer gave a look of genuine empathy towards her charge, and even went as far as to reach a hand across the desk and briefly press it against Samantha's. ‘I know, my dear,' she comforted, ‘but as I say, you
are
a young woman now, and with adulthood comes responsibility.'

‘But a... a
spanking
?' Samantha stammered, her indignation growing as she finally accepted she was beaten.

‘Oh come now, Samantha, it's not that bad. It will be over and done with in no time. I can see by your school records that you're no stranger to physical pain.' She patted the file next to her with a palm. ‘Admittedly it looks as though you tended to be the administrator as opposed to the receiver, but still...'

‘But spanking?' Samantha repeated in a voice barely more than a whisper, and as much to herself as the beautiful woman sitting opposite her.

A moment passed in silence. ‘So, my dear, have you made your choice?' Miss Grant prompted softly.

‘Oh all right, just do it!' Samantha snapped, but then quickly remembering to whom she was speaking, she looked up shyly and added a quick ‘miss'.

The woman nodded sagely. ‘I think that's a very wise decision, Samantha, if I may say so.' She stood and stepped around her desk. ‘Now, come,' she said, holding out her hands and indicating for Samantha to join her, and with a sigh of resignation Samantha reached up and allowed herself to be guided to her feet.

The naughty teenager was led across the room until she was left facing the large marble fireplace. Without the need for verbal instruction, the discipline officer carefully placed both Samantha's hands at shoulder width apart on the cold stone of the mantel. The fire in the grate must have died some time before, but the last vestiges of warmth comforted Samantha's naked thighs as she awaited her punishment.

‘If you will just step a little further back, please Samantha,' Miss Grant directed, and Samantha obeyed until she was forced to support her bodyweight on her arms alone.

‘I see you are wearing heels that contravene our uniform code,' the woman observed, ‘and I really ought to discipline you for that too, but on this occasion I'm going to let it pass so as to make my task all the easier. And besides...' she continued in a conspiratorial whisper, ‘...don't tell anyone I said this, but I must admit they
are
rather nice shoes. Perhaps later on you could let me know where you found them. Now, legs apart please.'

Samantha suddenly felt very nervous. Never before had she been rendered so powerless, so utterly submissive to the will of another. The one nanny who had been foolish enough to raise a hand to her found herself dismissed just as soon as Samantha had run crying to her father. And there she now stood, an independent young woman awaiting the first proper spanking of her life, and she was scared.

‘W-will it hurt, miss?' she asked meekly.

‘Well I won't lie to you, Samantha,' the woman answered frankly. ‘Yes, it will hurt. That's a large part of the reason why I choose this punishment, but it is certainly not the only reason. You will learn the rest soon enough.'

Samantha frowned as she tried to make sense of the discipline officer's words, but she had no time to draw any conclusions as she suddenly gasped at the sensation of her skirt being lifted and left bunched around her waist. Her chest heaved and she drew short, desperate breaths as she waited for the first spank to strike.

But what came next was not the stinging swat of an open palm, although it was no less shocking. Instead Samantha felt her white cotton panties being peeled down her thighs, to be left stretched between her knees. ‘Hey!' she cried, through the shame of her exposure. With her legs strained wide apart, and with her wearing such an extreme pair of heels, she discovered a level of humiliation she had never known before.

‘Oh come now, Samantha,' the austere woman scolded. ‘How do you expect me to administer your punishment properly if your bottom is still covered?' And Samantha was given no time to respond as the first cruel slap suddenly came swinging down against a naked buttock.

‘Ouch!' she squealed, and automatically tried to straighten up, but it only put an increasingly uncomfortable strain on her arms so she was forced to ease back into her previous position.

Again Miss Grant spanked Samantha's bare bottom, only this time on the opposite cheek, and if anything with an even greater force than before. ‘Ow! Stop it, stop it please!' Samantha begged as she felt her flesh burn and throb.

Time and time again she was subjected to the crack of Miss Grant's hand smacking her naked bottom. Clearly the discipline officer was an expert at delivering a thorough spanking, as she moved smoothly and effortlessly from one cheek to the other to leave no area unpunished, swatting upward so that Samantha's cheeks would be lifted and parted ever so slightly with every cruel impact.

Samantha yelped and whimpered in tune with the torment of her spanking. While the physical pain was intense beyond words, soon enough, and somewhat strangely, it was no longer the worst aspect of her ordeal. That dubious honour fell to the simmering frustration that gnawed deep inside, and heightened with each slap from the discipline officer's hand.

She writhed as best she could, tensing and releasing her buttocks, but it was quite useless and the extra strain on her arms only added to her discomfort. She breathed rapidly and desperately, and her thoughts swam with strange emotions. Despite the fact that she was no longer a child she felt silent tears spill down her flushed cheeks, and in a desperate attempt to detach her thoughts from the physical assault, she discovered that it had little to do with the pain she was suffering, but more from an extreme dissatisfaction that throbbed deep within her body.

Each noisy spank of Miss Grant's palm stung just as the first, but in time, and somewhat bizarrely, Samantha found herself accepting the pain, longing for it even, as it offered a brief respite to the unfathomable anguish that swelled within her. She gritted her teeth and growled with the frustration that bit at her every nerve. She cried out and she moaned, yet deeper now and in a way that only added to her confusion. She tested her body further and was utterly perplexed to discover just how tightly her nipples had swollen within the confines of her bra. She looked further still and gasped with the discovery that she had parted her legs that little bit wider, dropped her upper body that little bit further forward, and in a way that meant the discipline officer was able to spank her more fully... and more intimately.

Samantha was a tough girl and she knew just how to deal with pain, but this was different. Her body felt as though it was on fire and she couldn't understand why she almost liked it. She had never before experienced the paradox of pain and desire mixing together. Normally the two emotions opposed one another, yet not here, not now. She found herself longing for her ordeal to be over, yet desperate to experience the next stinging slap that would cause an illicit thrill to charge deep into her core.

Panting heavily Samantha felt her body wind tighter and tighter. She wasn't a stupid girl and she recognised the feelings; it was one she had enjoyed many times over the last few years, but never from an experience so humiliating and certainly not in the company of another woman. While Miss Grant's slaps continued to detonate on her poor punished buttocks, they were slower now, yet in contrast Samantha's tension only grew stronger.

She squealed tiny cries as the sensation of pain merging with pleasure became almost too wonderful to bear. She could feel just how hot and how tight her clitoris had swollen, yet she could not understand why. It was almost as if...

The naughty schoolgirl shut her eyes with absolute shame as the obvious reality finally presented itself. The beautiful discipline officer had been touching her while she spanked her. She knew it was wrong, but just as she had newly discovered that the divide between pain and pleasure was not always as clear cut as once it had seemed, maybe neither was that between right and wrong. But without considering it further she slumped forward to lean her forearms on the cool marble of the mantelpiece, offering her pussy more blatantly still to the bittersweet caress from behind.

The slaps still fell, but gently now. Miss Grant struck upward against the lower curve of Samantha's buttocks, and through it all the girl felt her clit being expertly teased by a fingertip.

‘Are you comfortable, Samantha?' came the soft, comforting voice of the discipline officer, and the student simply nodded her head in response, unable to speak through her joy and disgrace.

In truth she was far from comfortable. Her backside burned and her arms ached, yet that was nothing compared to the confusion that raged in her head. But despite all of this she found it quite impossible to rebel against the exquisite torture she was being given.