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

"Hold your skirt up!" he demanded. "Otherwise, you'll get some more of this!" he added, smacking her
burning rear to show what he meant.
Sobbing heavily and obviously willing to do anything to save her blistered bottom from further torment,
Betty haplessly grabbed the hem of her jumper with both hands and held it up above the waist. Her
panties forming a small ring around her ankles, she stood sobbing and sniffling with her beautiful, bright
red buttocks on full view for everyone to see. Framed by her black garter belt and stockings, her scarlet
spank spot glowed like a brilliant sunset.
To complete her disgrace, all of her roommates applauded appreciatively as Frank stepped back and
collapsed into a comfortable seat where he could observe his miserable victim.
"That was beautiful!" one girl told him. "That little manstealer deserved to get spanked clear down to her
stockings!"
"Oh, but I'd hate to get spanked bare!" he heard another girl say as the various roommates excitedly
began discussing the session. No one left the room and there were frequent glances over at the
bare-bottomed culprit sniffling in the corner.
"Bet you could use a drink after that," Donna told him, handing him one as she spoke.
"Thanks," Frank replied, leaning back to enjoy his drink and the sight of Betty standing disgraced in the
corner. He listened carefully to the comments of the other girls, and could tell that they were quite
intrigued by the system of roommate regulation that he had just demonstrated for them. "There's one
souvenir of the occasion I would like," he spoke quietly to Donna, whispering his request in her ear.
"Sure!" she replied, a broad grin on her face. She immediately got to her feet and walked over to her
Betty. "Come on, Betty, step out of those panties!" she told the hapless girl. "Your master would like a
souvenir."
Amid amused giggles and comments from the watching girls, Betty managed to step out of her pink
panties. Donna picked them up and handed them to Frank as if he'd won a prize. Pocketing the wispy
garment, be dawdled over his drink for the next quarter hour. When he finally left, Betty was still
standing bare-bottomed and humiliated in the corner.
Chapter 6
When Frank returned to his apartment, he was rather confident that one of the girls would soon be
trailing after him. The spanking session had contained so many sexual undertones that it seemed
inevitable. As a result, he was not surprised when he heard a knock on the door. Feeling relaxed and in
a rather pleasant frame of mind, he opened the door.
"Bastard! Son-of-a-bitch! I ought to call the police!"
She spat the words out in a furious tone of voice. It was Betty, blushing and enraged!
"How dare you do such a thing to me?" she hissed. "That spanking was just supposed to be some kind
of gag. You weren't supposed to ..."
Frank smiled at the display of spirit. "Come in, Betty," he told her, standing aside.