BDSM Stories – Schoolgirl Discipline Chapter 1

By Slaveduties

BB-147 A Schoolgirl’s Discipline by Matt Benson

Published 1988 by Greenleaf Classics, Inc.

Chapter 1

“Don’t look so sad, Cindy. You’ll have a great time, and the month will
fly by, I’m sure.”

Cindy Powers nodded at her mother’s words and offered her cheek to be
kissed.

“It’s okay to call if I get lonely, isn’t it?” the girl asked in a soft,
scared voice as her mother opened the car door and got in.

“Of course, dear,” Cindy’s father said from the driver’s seat. “You know
your mother and I will want to know everything that’s happening.”

Cindy took a long look at her parents. They seemed convinced that her
upcoming month at the Steinway Academy for girls would do Cindy a world
of good. Cindy respected her parents and looked up to them.

“Have a good time now, dear,” Cindy’s mother said.

“I’ll try,” Cindy said, forcing a smile across her beautiful young face.

She set her suitcase down and waved halfheartedly as her dad backed the
car around, then tooted the horn. Cindy stared at the car as her parents
started back down the long, winding road.

Cindy’s watch said it was five until nine as she turned and looked at
the high iron gates of the Steinway Academy. Her parents had been
instructed to drop the girl off at five before nine, having been assured
that someone from the academy would be picking Cindy up at exactly nine
o’clock.

The headmistress, a Mrs. Grotten, had explained to Cindy’s mother that
it was better for the girls if they got all their good-byes out of the
way first because it made an easier adjustment to academy life.

Cindy would be starting high school in the fall, and she’d had other
plans for her summer than being packed off to spend a month in some
snotty, uppercrust bootcamp high in the mountains outside of Denver. But
Cindy’s parents had been insistent about the idea, and they’d agreed
that her attending Steinway would be worth a set of car keys next year
on her birthday.

The shapely youngster reasoned that a month of her life would be worth
it to get a new sports car, but Cindy still saw the coming month at
Steinway as a prison sentence, something to be suffered through.

The worst thing about the school, from Cindy’s point of view, was that
there weren’t any boys. With a sigh, Cindy thought about her new string
bikini, which she had planned to wear at the beach all summer.

When her parents’ car disappeared from view Cindy picked up her suitcase
and walked over to the gates.

“This is gonna be some fun, ain’t it?”

Cindy spun around and for the first time saw the wooden bench that was
set about twenty feet to the left of the gates. A girl who looked about
Cindy’s age was walking towards her, tote bag slung over one arm.

Cindy sized the girl up — a sexy face, long black hair, tits much
bigger than Cindy’s, and too much make-up. The girl wore tight, faded
jeans and a T-shirt with the name of some heavy metal band.

“Yeah, lots of fun,” Cindy said glumly.

“I’m Suzie,” the black haired girl said as she pulled a pack of
cigarettes from the back pocket of her jeans and offered one to Cindy.
“Want a smoke?”

“No, thanks,” Cindy said with a shake of her head. “I don’t smoke.”

Suzie lit her cigarette, inhaled deeply, and gave Cindy the once-over.
“You’re not a goody two-shoes, are you?”

“No,” Cindy said defensively, although kids at her own school called her
that. “I’m Cindy.”

She put her suitcase down and offered Suzie her hand.

“Look like a goody two-shoes,” Suzie said as she shook Cindy’s hand and
looked at Cindy’s frilly white dress. My parents had me all dressed up
like that when they dropped me off, but I went behind a tree and changed
clothes.”

“My parents made me dress up, too,” Cindy said.

Suzie blew a smoke ring and walked back to the bench. Cindy followed.

“I guess we’re in this together, kid,” Suzie said. “Great way to waste a
July, isn’t it?”

“You can say that again. If my folks hadn’t promised to buy me a car
next year, I never would have let them talk me into coming.” Cindy
babbled out these personal details because she already felt a kinship to
Suzie, although the dark haired beauty didn’t seem like the type of girl
that Cindy would have hung out with back at home. “Ever been here
before?”

“Nope, and I damn sure won’t be back either,” Suzie said as she casually
swung her legs apart, then pressed them together.

For some reason, Cindy’s gaze was drawn down between Suzie’s legs, where
Cindy could see the impression of the other girl’s cunt straining
against the tight jeans. Cindy swallowed hard and looked at her watch.

“It’s nine on the dot,” Cindy said. “Guess they’ll be here to pick us up
any time.”

“Yeah,” Suzie said as she took a final drag on her cigarette, then
flicked it away. “Might as well get this stupid shit started so we can
get it over with.”

As if on cue, the big gates began to slide open.

“There’s the bell for the first class,” Suzie said as she stood up and
grabbed her tote bag.

Cindy noticed that her new friend wasn’t wearing a bra. Nipples the size
of half-dollars jutted against Suzie’s T-shirt, and Cindy swallowed
again.

The girls stood side by side, neither of them saying a word as the gates
opened and a big black limousine pulled out onto the highway, swung
around in a wide circle, then came to a stop beside them. One of the
rear doors swung open. “Don’t just stand there, ladies, get in! You’re
at Steinway now, so you’d better learn to jump!”

Cindy glanced toward Suzie, frowned, then stepped into the limo. Suzie
followed. The door slammed shut behind her and the limo pulled back
through the gates, which began to close automatically.

The girls were sitting on one of the jumpseats opposite a big
stern-faced woman who was looking through a file folder.

“You must be Cindy,” the woman said. “And you’re Susan.”

“Suzie.”

“At Steinway, we address each other by our proper names, Susan. I
suggest you learn that quickly. Welcome ladies. I’m Mrs. Grotten, the
headmistress.”

“Hello, Mrs. Grotten,” Cindy said weakly.

Mrs. Grotten was a beautiful woman, but she did little to show it off.
Her sharp features were without a trace of make-up, and her blue eyes
seemed to sparkle with cruelty. Her red hair was cropped close to her
scalp. She was in her fifties, but her body hadn’t gone to seed. The
headmistress was in fact built very well, a fact accented by the tight
black leather dress she wore. Cindy noticed that there was a short
leather riding crop on the seat beside her.

“This,” Suzie whispered as she leaned close to Cindy, “is going to be
worse than we thought.”

“Another rule,” Mrs. Grotten said sharply as she dropped the folder on
the seat and picked up the riding crop, “is that the new girls don’t
talk out of turn. Understand?”

Suzie rolled her eyes.

“I asked you if you understand, Susan!” Mrs. Grotten snarled, bringing
the riding crop down across Suzie’s knees.

“Ouch!” Suzie squealed. “You old bitch, that hurt!”

Cindy shrank back into the seat as she watched Mrs. Grotten’s blue eyes
grow wide.

“James!” Mrs. Grotten tapped the riding crop against the glass that
separated the jumpseats from the driver’s compartment. The window slid
down. “Pull over, James! Little Susan here is going to be trouble. We
may as well start breaking her in now.”

“Yes, Mrs. Grotten,” the handsome blond driver said, and the limo veered
onto the shoulder of the road and came to a stop.

Mrs. Grotten touched a button on the control panel, and the door next to
Suzie swung open. The woman struck Suzie with the crop. The girl cursed
again and jumped out of the open door and into the waiting arms of
James.

The big, hulking driver gripped the dark-haired teenager by the
shoulders and threw her roughly to the ground.

“Bastard!” Suzie screamed as she rolled over on her hands and knees and
started trying to crawl away into the trees.

Mrs. Grotten got out of the limo, then turned back to look at Cindy.
“Watch closely, Cindy. You’ll learn what happens to girls at Steinway
when they disobey.”

Cindy’s mouth dropped open, but the frightened girl couldn’t find her
voice. Instead she could only stare at the unfolding scene with a kind
of unbelieving horror.

Suzie only managed to crawl five feet or so before James’ big black boot
came down in the middle of her back and pinned the girl to the ground.

“Fuckers! Oh, you’ll pay for this!” Suzie shouted.

Suzie flailed her arms and legs, but she was trapped and helpless.

Cindy wanted to shut her eyes, to look away, but found that she
couldn’t. She watched as Mrs. Grotten walked slowly around Suzie,
slapping the crop into the palm of her hand.

“Shall I strip her?” James asked in a voice without emotion.

Cindy thought that she saw just the trace of a smile playing at the
corners of his mouth.

James had to be at least six and a half feet tall, and he was powerfully
built. In much the same way that Cindy found herself staring down
between Suzie’s legs as they had waited on the bench, the brown-haired
youngster now discovered that she was staring at the big lump in the
crotch of James’ pants.

Mrs. Grotten was leering down at Suzie. She hadn’t answered James’
question, so he asked her again.

“There’ll be time enough for the full treatment later, James,” the
headmistress said finally. “For now, just pull her pants down around her
ankles.”

“Don’t touch my pants, you big bastard!” Suzie yelled, squirming all the
harder. “You touch me and I’ll kill you, fucker! I’ll cut off your
balls, I swear to god I will!”

In one quick, smooth motion, James took hold of the belt loop at the
back, and jerked the girl cleanly to her feet.

Suzie continued to scream — indeed, the louder she screamed, the wider
Mrs. Grotten seemed to smile — but Cindy saw the fear in her new
friend’s wide eyes.

“Squirm all you want, little bitch,” James said as he undid the top snap
of her jeans and forced her zipper down. “The more you squirm, the more
I like it.”

“Bastard!” Suzie wailed. “Oh, you bastard!”

James’ big hands gripped the sides of Suzie’s faded jeans and worked
them down over the dark-haired teen’s round hips. Cindy saw that her new
friend was wearing skimpy red underwear. When James had the jeans down
to Suzie’s knees, he grabbed the girl’s undies and tore them right off
her body.

“Now get her bent over for me, James,” Mrs. Grotten said.

The big blond chauffeur shoved Suzie down into the gravel by the side of
the road, then hooked an arm around her waist and jerked her ass up in
the air. Cindy could see Suzie’s hairy cunt. James laughed and used his
foot on the back of Suzie’s neck to pin the girl to the ground.

“Time to teach this little slut some manners,” Mrs. Grotten said as she
walked up behind Suzie, raised the riding crop, and brought it crashing
down in the milky white skin of Suzie’s bare ass just as hard as she
could.

Cindy winced as she heard the riding crop smack into Suzie’s skin, and
the dark-haired girl cried out in pain.

“Snotty little cunt,” Mrs. Grotten said as she lashed Suzie again. “I’ll
teach you some respect!”

Cindy could see angry red lines criss-crossing Suzie’s ass as the
headmistress continued to beat her. Tears came to the girl’s eyes, but
Cindy remained motionless, unable to help her friend. Mrs. Grotten
continued to beat the girl until Suzie was begging her to stop.

“Want me to stop beating you, huh?” Mrs. Grotten asked as she mopped the
sweat off her brow.

“Yes!” Suzie moaned. “Please stop!”

“Stop, who?”

“Mrs. Grotten,” Suzie panted, still unable to move beneath James’ shoe.

“Suppose I stick the crop up your cunt instead?” the headmistress asked
as she paced around Suzie and stared down at her with a cruel smile.

“I don’t care, I don’t care!” Suzie panted. “Just don’t beat me
anymore!”

“You’re learning,” Mrs. Grotten said with satisfaction.

She stepped up behind Suzie and used her free hand to part the teen’s
cunt-lips. She spat on Suzie’s exposed pussy, then turned the riding
crop over in her hands and stuck the handle right up into the teen’s
cunt. Cindy gasped at the sight of it. The headmistress eased the riding
crop back some, then fucked a good six or seven inches of it right up
into Suzie’s little cunt.

“Now there, that feels better than getting your ass whipped, doesn’t it,
little bitch?” Mrs. Grotten asked.

“Yes, Headmistress,” Suzie said as she ground her tight teenaged
fuck-hole back against the crop. “Oh, yes!”

“You’ll learn that just as bad behavior is punished, good behavior is
rewarded.”

“Headmistress,” James asked as he rubbed the lump in the front of his
black pants, “may I take care of this?”

Mrs. Grotten arched an eyebrow as she glanced up at James. “Of course.
Little Susan here looks like a real cocksucker. We may as well see how
good she is.”

Cindy watched as James walked around in front of Suzie, unzipped his
pants, and pulled his cock out.

Cindy had never seen anything like it! James’ cock was only about
half-hard, but already the handsome man’s cock must have been at least
nine or ten inches long.

“Tell James how much you want to suck his cock, you little bitch,” the
woman said to Suzie as she crammed more of the riding crop into the
girl’s cunt, which was starting to grow wet. Cindy could see a big drop
of fuck-lube running down the inside of Suzie’s thigh. “Tell him!”

“I want to suck your cock,” Suzie said.

James grabbed a handful of Suzie’s black hair and jerked her head up and
back, causing the teen’s mouth to pop open. Before the girl caught her
breath, James eased his hips forward and used his hand to guide his
cock-head right into Suzie’s open mouth.

Cindy felt a tingle of excitement between her own legs, far up in the
hidden fleshy recess of her unfucked, virgin cunt.

“Yeah, bitch!” Mrs. Grotten growled as she watched James raping the
mouth of the dark-haired beauty. “Suck that cock, you worthless whore!
Eat cock!”

Suzie wasn’t really sucking James’ cock so much as he was fucking her
mouth. A big hand on either side of Suzie’s face held the girl right
where James wanted her. His hips became a blur as he moved his stiff
fucker back and forth in Suzie’s mouth. Mrs. Grotten laughed and
continued to fuck Suzie’s wet cunt with the riding crop.

Cindy’s mouth dropped open in amazement as more and more of James’s
huge, swollen prick disappeared down Suzie’s throat. Cindy could see the
lump of James’ cock-head bulging Suzie’s neck as the blond driver
crammed still more of his cock into Suzie’s mouth. It amazed Cindy that
her friend could even breathe, and she prayed for Suzie not to be choked
to death.

“Cram that big prick down the little whore’s mouth,” Mrs. Grotten said.

The crop was almost totally stuffed into Suzie’s wet fuck-hole, from
which the steamy fuck juices continued to drip, slicking up both of
Suzie’s thighs. It looked to Cindy as if Suzie was turned on, and she
couldn’t believe that her friend could be getting off on the horrible
thing that was happening to her.

“The cunt loves it,” Mrs. Grotten said with satisfaction as she fucked
the girl’s cunt. “What a little whore. We’ll make something of the
worthless cocksucker yet.”

“The kid’s got a hot mouth,” James said, his voice little more than a
moan.

He slammed his cock down Suzie’s throat one last time, then, inch by
inch, he pulled the swollen prickmeat out.

“I’m about to cum, Headmistress!” James panted as he began jacking off
the portion of his cock that was free now of Suzie’s wide-stretched
mouth. “How do you want me to cream her?”

“Rain all over her face,” Mrs. Grotten said. She suddenly yanked the
riding crop free from Suzie’s wet cunt, then once again lashed the
teen’s ass with it. “You want his dirty cum all over your face, don’t
you, slut?”

“Yes!” Suzie cried, and her voice was low and excited, like an animal in
heat. “Yes, Mrs. Grotten, yes!”

Mrs. Grotten gave Suzie’s ass a final smack, then stood back and put her
hands on her hips.

“Here it is, girl! Eat this!” James shouted.

Cindy’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she saw thick, white cum
gush out of James’ cockhead. It seemed that a quart must have fired from
James’ exploding prick.

Groaning with pleasure, James moved his cock around with his hand so
that he painted Suzie’s entire face with his squirting spunk.

For her part, Suzie went wild with passion when the first blast of jizz
hit her. She cracked her mouth open wide to catch as much of James’ cum
as she could, quickly gulping it down. Then the turned-on girl sat up
and used both hands to scoop what had rained on her face right into her
mouth. The sight of it made Cindy feel slightly sick, but at the same
time, her cunt tingled all the more and she could feel it starting to
get wet.

“All right, bitch, get up,” Mrs. Grotten said and to underscore her
words she gave Suzie a hard kick in the ass which sent the girl
sprawling face-first into the gravel.

“Nice,” James said softly as he tucked his spent cock back into his
pants. “I think everyone will like that slut.”

“I’m sure both of them will do fine,” Mrs. Grotten said.

Suzie slowly stood up, hitched her pants, and returned to the car. Her
sweet face was still smeared with half-dry cum.

James started the limo, and they were again on their way.

Mrs. Grotten sniffed the end of the riding crop and smiled. “Welcome to
Steinway, girls!”

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