CLP-188 The Headmaster by William St. Cyr Foreword ... - OpenDrive

can't you just pick her out yourself?"
Frank shook his head. "No, they've shown me pictures of all the girls and I can't pick her out."
"Then why did they bring you all the way over here?" Elizabeth asked. "It seems to me that she'll
recognize you first and put some strychnine in your tea."
"There's always that danger," Frank agreed. "But I was sent here because I could recognize things about
Erica that others couldn't." He spoke slowly, obviously trying to speak in the most discreet fashion
possible. "She obviously had a face lift, but there are other areas of her body that ..."
"So it's that way?" Elizabeth interrupted as she suddenly grasped the true nature of the relationship
between the headmaster and his former pupil.
"Yes," Frank readily admitted. "And I know what things get her going, what things turn her on. For
example, she has certain Lesbian tendencies that can get the best of her under certain circumstances."
Elizabeth's cheeks suddenly flashed a bright crimson. "You don't think that I'm ..." she fumed.
"You may have to pretend," he told her. "But Erica has an even bigger hang-up. Nothing turns her on
like a good hot spanking!"
For a moment Elizabeth looked at him in an uncomprehending manner, as if she were waiting for him to
finish the punch line of a joke. "So what?" she finally asked. "You just can't go around spanking girls ..."
"I have a plan," Frank told her quietly. "One that I think will work."
"Let me get another round of drinks and then you can tell me about it," Elizabeth told him, giving him a
brief glimpse of white thigh as she uncrossed her legs to get up.
Frank watched her leave the room, noting from the way that her provocative bottom jounced under her
skirt that she was obviously wearing a garter belt rather than a girdle to hold up her stockings. By this
time he found himself with a firm erection that was becoming difficult to conceal. Elizabeth returned with
another round of drinks and, seating herself, crossed her legs with little attempt to control her skirt. Her
stockings ended a little more than half-way up her thighs, revealing carnation-white flesh that contrasted
vividly with the black suspenders of her garter belt. The stocking bands were wide, about a quarter of
the length of her entire thigh, with two distinct shades melding into each other.
"All right, tell me your plan!" she told him, giving him a candid downward glance that indirectly informed
him that she was aware of his erection.
Swinging her leather-clad foot back and forth in a thoroughly distracting fashion, Elizabeth listened first
with disbelief and then with almost unconcealed amusement as Frank outlined his plan to her. "It'll never
work," she told him when he had finished. "These are grown women. In their twenties. They'd never
agree to something that wild."
"Yes, they will," Frank told her confidently. "If necessary, we can tip off some of the girls so that they
can pretend to go along with it."
"Well, we can try it at least," Elizabeth agreed.
The business portion of their meeting obviously having ended, there was a brief silence as each waited
for the other to make the next move.