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

Her comely and amply proportioned buttocks were sticking up higher than the rest of her body, and her
black jumper was drawn tightly over them.
"Oh, no, this awful!" Betty pleaded. "Please, let me go! Girls, please!
Please!"
Frank grabbed her right hand and held it firmly in the small of her back. With her left hand blocked out
by his body, there was no way that the hapless young woman could defend herself. Although she was
trying very hard to hold still, Betty could not avoid squirming anxiously about on his lap. The next step
was obvious and Frank reminded himself to do it very slowly. As the other girls stood around giggling,
smirking and tittering at Betty's expense, Frank reached for the hem of her short black jumper.
"Eeek!" Betty screamed with horror and flopped around on his lap like a fish out of water. "No! Don't
you dare! Never! Don't you dare!" From the way that some of the other girls screamed and clasped
their hands over their mouths, it seemed apparent to Frank that they had simply assumed that the
spanking would consist only of some swats across the skirt-covered bottom. But hearing objections only
from Betty, he saw no reason not to proceed with his original plan.
"No! Don't! Don't you dare!" Betty screamed furiously. "Girls, don't let him! Don't!"
Taking his time, Frank slowly gathered the jumper back, revealing lovely tapering thighs encased in sheer
black nylon. Trying to prolong the ceremony as much as he could, he pulled the jumper back to the
heavier webbing of her stockings where he could see the snaps of her black garter belt and a glimpse of
white thigh. The assembled girls were all watching intently, and it was apparent that most of them were
quite delighted with Betty's tribulations.
"Girls, for heaven's sakes, this is shameful!" Betty protested, casting a quick shamefaced look back over
her shoulder to appeal to them. "Please, this is awful!"
Slowly Frank worked the skirt up over the tops of her black stockings. Her ivory white thighs, plump
and tapering, made an almost breathtaking contrasts with her black hosiery. Gathering her jumper up
inside out, Frank occasionally permitted his hand to brush against the silken smooth flesh of her bare
thighs. He could feel her shriveling and could sense that she was too ashamed to struggle.
"Please! Please! Don't go any further! Please!" Betty pleaded in growing desperation. "Girls, make him
stop!"
It was obvious that she would get no help from her roommates. Frank slowly pulled the jumper back to
expose her panty-clad buttocks. She was attired in an obviously expensive pair of pink silk panties,
trimmed at the legs with white lace. The wispy garment could barely confine her girlishly plump and
widely rounded buttocks, and the lower portions of her pretty nates were in fact visible. Beneath the
tightly stretched material, Frank could see the exciting muscles in her comely bottom rippling and tensing
in anticipation of the trials to come.
"Pull my skirt down!" Betty demanded. "This is awful! You have no right to do this!"
The highly distressed young woman continued to plead and protest to everyone present as Frank paused
to take a panoramic view of all the scenery on display. It was an unforgettable sight, delightfully feminine
and rotund buttocks encased in pink, lace-trimmed panties, smooth and plump bare white thighs, full
shapely legs in sheer black nylons and the toes of pretty black sandals touching the floor. Snickers, titters
and giggles from the onlookers only served to make the ordeal worse for the blushing and miserable
young woman.