Thread: The Assistant (Jack Stalker and Lina)

Eight? a twisted grin crossed is features. I had no idea that you could be so vicious Miss Thornberg, especially towards someone like Kristen. Of course it's completely justified and I'm sure it will drive he point home that abuse of my assistant, by students, is not to be tolerated or permitted under any circumstances. by his students, naturally. By himself would be another matter, Robert thought, as he stood watching as Bella moved into position to assist with the disciplining of the other girl. His eyes were focused on her, his peripheral vision dealing with the task of her stripping down Kristen's shorts and panties to expose her ass. He could have seen her slit from where he was standing, but instead let his eyes rape Bella as she stood gripping the other girls hands. He moved to the side, catching sight of Kristens mouthed insult, which caused him to reach out and grab hold of her head. he couldn't affect a good purchase on her short blonde buzz cut, so instead simply pushed her face down against the oak. And an additional two strokes for insolence. he growled, Head down Miss Steward, and mouth shut. he added as he moved behind Bella. Stepping up close to her he knew his massive erection would now be jammed into her ass, revealing to her just how hard he was, something which brought a smile back to his face. Stretch her out. he commanded. He let his hands run down Bella's arms to her hands, gripping both hers and Kristen's together and using his added power to drag the blonde further across the table, until her feet were dangling free of the floor. He then stepped away and back around to the side, lining up the cane and starting to deliver the punishment.. THWACK! a loud crack echoed about the room as he struck her first exposed ass cheek, then the other. THWACK!, THWACK! THWACK! the sound continuing to break the silence as he welted her ass cheeks, one after the other, turning them as red as Bella's hair as she reeled off the count. He paused after each stroke, to allow the flesh to redden and the pain to sink into Kristen's core. All the while he looked at Bella taking delight in each stroke of hard wood as it sank into Kristen's pale skin and darkened it with every viciously delivered blow. There will be no further speculation about what transpires between a head teacher and his chosen assistant. Understand you little whore? he hissed as the final stroke struck against her quivering ass cheeks. Now, get out of my sight. he grunted, taking hold of her arm and dragging her back onto her feet, slapping a hand against her shorts as they were pulled up over her reddened flesh as she was sent stumbling out of the office. He closed the door behind her and turned back towards Bella. Robert tapped the cane against his fingers as he moved back around it to where Bella was, lifting it up to stroke it across her chin as he spoke to her. Now lets talk about the nature of the graffiti which was found. A crude picture of me fucking my assistant and rewarding her compliance with higher grades. I wonder where Kristen got such an idea from? Apparently you two are friends, or were at some point in the recent past? Perhaps such an idea was not pure fabrication on her part, perhaps it was inspired by some girlish talk or gossip? Collusion even? Some fantasy you discussed with her at some point. Is that something you believe goes on Miss Thornberg? Young girls fucking their masters for grades? Sexual favours for advancement and credits? he asked in an amused tone. He lowered the tip of the cane to stroke it down her throat and onto her top, stopping with it teasing its tip against her right nipple, pressing into the red top she was wearing to outline the nub. Wait...If I'm going to conduct an interview into such a serious breach of ethics then it should be done properly. Your own parents signed the required waivers of course. he explained. As he did so he placed a hand on her back, easing it up to take hold of her hair and the back of neck as he guided her around to the front of his desk where Kristen had been standing. With a forceful push he bent her forwards, pushing her down to the desk and kicking her ankles apart in an attempt to position her exactly how Kristen had been positioned. Her tight pencil skirt only allowed so much, however, so he moved his hands down to her tightly covered ass to run them across her cheeks as he spoke. Now... let me explain the way of things Miss Thornberg. Men such as myself are without reproach, pillars of the community. Decent, hardworking and honest men who have to deal with disobedient little whores and sluts every day. Our word is law and we are believed immediately over any little bitch who might try to tarnish our name. I know that I don't have to worry about you though, Miss Thornberg. Surely not. Not after you encouraged such brutal discipline to be given to your friend. I know that you would not encourage her to scrawl such crudeness on the walls, especially if it were true. After all you wouldn't want to draw attention to yourself and your ways of improving your position here. he told her. In fact, now that you have established that you were so annoyed at such graffiti, you are free to begin a more advanced role with me. Now that she will make it known that you are beyond reproach yourself, that you are a honest hardworking assistant who obeys the rules, well... now you are free to take a more enlightened approach at ensuring you get the grades and credits you need to get to the top and stay there. Now you are free to obey my every command with the knowledge that every action you take brings ultimate benefits. he hissed into her ear as he leaned over her. He slapped the cane down next to her, before leaning back and reaching down to squeeze her ass. Now, Miss Thornberg. I want you to take off your skirt and position yourself across the desk just like Kristen was. Then I want you to tell me how many strokes you want... and what you would like me to deliver them with. My hand, my cane... or something else. he grunted, moving up to let her feel his erection, straining against his pants and throbbing against her ass through his suit and her skirt. And you had best not take too long. I would hate to have to bring Kristen back here to assist me, I imagine that she would relish the opportunity to tell me how many strokes to give you. he told her, his words a mix of amused confidence and commanding arrogance as he looked down at her.