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

"So, last night we all held a council of war," Donna continued. "We laid down some rules and agreed
that violators were to be punished by spankings." A pretty blush spread over her face as she finished the
sentence.
The other two exchanged knowing glances. Frank, of course, knew that it had been Elizabeth who had
suggested the spanking plan. Young Erica Schmidt might dye her hair and have plastic surgery on her
face, but there was no way that she was going to change the lush contours in that beautiful ass of hers!
Frank had devised the spanking scheme for the express purpose of identifying Erica, but there was no
doubt that he was going to have a great deal of enjoyment in carrying it out. And, after the war, it would
be quite amusing to tell the story of the eight young American gals who got their bums burned for Old
Glory!
"A rather novel idea, I must say," Frank interjected, smiling at his blushing visitor. "And I gather you
want me to administer the discipline!" He spoke in a deliberately underkeyed fashion.
"Well, if you don't mind," Donna replied.
Frank's eyebrows came up at that innocent remark. Apparently his attractive guest did not grasp the true
nature of spanking, and what it was really all about. Well, she'd learn!
"You see, we wanted an outsider to do the job," Donna went on. "No girl would dish out a really
effective spanking because she'd be too afraid of retaliation."
"I understand," Frank told her. "By sheer coincidence, it so happens that I have some unique
qualifications for that sort of thing.
He proceeded to tell them in some detail of his duties as headmaster of an English girls' school before the
war. Elizabeth, who had only a sketchy idea of his background, sat as wide-eyed and attentive as her
companion as he told them of the strict discipline administered to the pupils, even those in their
late-teens. Obviously unfamiliar with such practices, they listened with fascination as he told them about
the standard practice of requiring girls to bend over while their uniform skirts were raised, their panties
lowered, and six or more cuts of the cane applied to their completely bare buttocks. From the way both
young women squirmed in their seats, Frank could see that both of them could just feel one of those
whippy canes being applied to their unclad posteriors.
"Well, I suppose a cane would be too severe for your tender American bottoms," he remarked with an
amused laugh.
"Yes!" both girls agreed in unison.
Frank shrugged to indicate that it wasn't all that important. "I can just use my hand, of course," he told
them. "That can be quite effective, too."
"Yes, I'm sure it can!" Donna rather breathlessly agreed. It was clear that she was quite intrigued to be
talking to a man who had experience in disciplining the opposite sex.
"However, I do think there should be some sort of ceremony," Frank explained. "Otherwise, the
atmosphere would be too much like a birthday party spanking, and the girl wouldn't think of it as
punishment."
"That makes sense," Elizabeth supported him. The attractive brunette had allowed her skirt to ride up to
give him a full glimpse of the two wide bands at the top of her stockings and a fleeting glimpse of bare
white thigh.