“I expect you downstairs and explaining yourself in ten minutes, ma’am!”
“I’m getting pretty sick and tired of getting a c c u s e d every single morning. I didn’t fucking do anything, Foxxy. Whatever that bitch told you is a goddamn lie.”
Cordelia knew that Madison was getting turned on by the way she spoke, because even though the actress was good at hiding her feelings and emotions, the way she stated that was just what she wanted was slightly shaky. “I couldn’t do that back then, remember? You weren’t eighteen yet.” the headmistress told with a smirk, pulling her skirt down as she kissed Madison and moving to remove it completely before going back to kissing her. “I was a pussy, not gonna fight you on that. But I am going to fuck you so hard tonight that you’ll be sore tomorrow.”
Cordelia let the other touch her, knowing that they’d both want the power that night and that even though she was in clear disavantage— this was the first time she acted dominant in bed— she had to let the girl get what she wanted sometimes. “Cordelia moaned at the hand that sneaked between her legs, moaning loudly before grinning widely. “All for you and this hot underwear I’m going to rip off you soon.” she told as she let the girl grind against her thigh. She moaned in response, then quickly went back to groaning as she felt the girl move away.
Soon she followed the other, watching her take her panties off and taking in the sight. “Oh Madison, trust me when I say that even though Hank was a shitty husband he really knew how to make me scream his name when he fucked me.” she told, moving to the center of the bed too and kneeling behind the girl, putting a hand on her shoulder and making her front press against the girl’s back before pulling her hair aside and start kissing her neck again. “I hope you can make me scream your name louder, or I’ll really have to punish you.” she told, her hands moving to cup the girl’s center. “So wet.” she grinned.
“I wouldn’t have told anyone, Foxxy.” Her words whispered before allowing a soft moan to escape her parted lips. She had been with older suitors before—in fact, a lot of them. But none had quite made her squirm the way the potion maker was at that very moment. Maybe it was because Madison knew her, or maybe it was the complete personality change the blonde had once the clothing had come off. Whatever the case might have been, Madison did not want it to stop. The feeling that was coursing throughout her body and causing the mound between her legs to physically ache for attention.
The feeling of Cordelia’s front pressed into her bareback caused her to tremor a bit, wanting nothing more than to turn around and take the erect nipples between her lips. But the position she was in at the moment gave the headmistress the power, after all, Madison was the one in trouble here. With the challenge of fucking the woman better than her husband spoken aloud, Madison bit down against her lips. “Once I start, you won’t be able to stop screaming.” Her words quick as she felt a hand against her dripping core, causing her head to hang and a slight arch to appear in her back.
Reaching between her legs, she encircled the blonde’s wrist and moved her hips back to force the hand onto her dripping pussy more. She wanted the older woman’s hand soaking before she even began to start fucking her senseless. Moving back and forth, she proceeded to basically hump the woman’s hand getting off a bit before taking back power and throwing Cordelia down against the mattress. “After I’m done with you… you will be too tired to punish me, Headmistress.” Careful to coo the pet name used.
Throwing long gold locks over her shoulder, lips encompassed the erect buds that had just been pressed to her skin, giving them each quality amount of attention before positioning herself between the woman’s legs. “Why on earth would you want a dick when this,” her words stopping as she shoved two fingers inside Cordelia’s opening, “feels so good in your tight, tight pussy?”
The headmistress had always relied on other people to live. From her own motherly figure to her husband, and now her daughter. Cordelia was sure that Madison had seen her as someone weak for years, the girl herself having many more powers than her.
But now she was b l i n d.
She had never seen herself as someone so weak. Even when she was deep down inside her depressive life, even if she had thought she had already hit rock bottom, this had only made it worse. She could hear her mother muttering about how useless she was sometimes, whenever the woman thought that no one could hear her even if she hadn’t closed the door completely. And now that Cordelia didn’t see, she was sure her hearing had heightened. And she did no need to see to know what people thought about her whenever they saw her. Not even her glasses could protect her from truth, and she knew that it didn’t take much for people to notice the scars around the area of her eyes, or the shaky way she held her cane. She was sure that no matter how hard she tried, she’d always be a burden to the coven— and to her daughter.
“Okay.” she sighed as they walked to her bedroom, already knowing that Hank and Fiona waited for them there— if they hadn’t killed each other yet. She was sure they had crossed the door now, and quickly she heard sheets moving and her daughter helping her sit in a chair. “Th—” she was going to start thanking her husband, only to be interrupted by her mother. “Why are there roses in here?”
“Well, thought you might enjoy them—”
“Roses pull in love and romance. That’s not what I’m looking for right now. I need crisantemo, all kinds of them, for strenght and protection.” the headmistress stated. She was in her bedroom, for God’s sake, she did not need anyone to clean for her and mess around it just because she couldn’t see. She turned her face to the girl and squeezed her hand softly. “Just wait a second, sweetheart.” she told with the kindest of tones before letting out a sigh and removing the glasses. “Leave them in the boudoir, please.” she asked. Right now she needed to be with her daughter most of the time, since she did not even trust nor Fiona nor Myrtle nor Hank. She still hadn’t been able to forget the short vision she had had when he had grabbed her hand in the hospital.
Beneath the sadness that overwhelmed her each time she looked at her mother, there was a rage that was constant. It brought all sorts of nasty thoughts to her mind—most likely ones that would have lied with Fiona. But perhaps like the magical abilities, bitchiness had skipped a generation as well. Madison had never been one to resort to violence, but she was quick to attack with her tongue. If there was one thing the potion maker had always taught her it was to stand her ground.
Someone had deliberately sought her mother out and attacked her in the bathroom of a bar. Found a woman who hardly ever left the house, nor was a bother to anyone.
Madison wanted to k i l l the person responsible.
As she kept contact with her mother’s hand, weary eyes glanced up to find her father’s staring directly back. They had never had a good relationship to begin with and the at that took place in the hospital was reassurance enough that he was scum. No, the teenager did not know what exactly had happened, but she could take a very good guess as to what the blind witch had witnessed.
Hank had always been a self-absorbed man who came and went as he pleased. He never had a kind word for the work his wife did for the Coven, nor his own child for that matter. Madison was embarrassed to be biologically related to him and she didn’t keep that a secret from anyone. He had hurt her mother, just like someone else had and the blonde would be more than happy to take out her frustrations on him until they caught the person responsible.
A smile formed against her lips as her mother’s attitude changed completely when she turned to speak to her. Cordelia had never once allowed her child to see her in pain, nor fighting with her husband and for that Madison loved her even more but couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Fingers took hold of the sunglasses placed in her hand and she folded them neatly, resting them on the in table near the door.
“I think you all should go.” Madison suggested aloud, more so towards the man still standing before her.
The older blonde who had been observing the scenario play out in the corner, sighed and trotted across the room to her child. “I’ll go make some tea.” And with that not only her body exited the room but the smoke cloud that followed.
“Madison, now is not the time. You can’t take care of her yourself.” Hank raised his voice out of frustration towards his daughter. “I think you should leave me and your mother for a bit so we can talk.”
“There is no way in hell I am leaving. Fuck you.” She muttered as she down on the chair’s armrest and continued to hold her mother’s hand.
Fingers gripped lightly around the arm as the two women ascended up the unnecessary grand staircase. The only sound coming from the collapsable cane hitting against the hardwood. As much pain as she was feeling on the inside, it was nothing compared to what her mother was feeling.
Hermother.
Her p r o t e c t or.
Her sense of security in the cruel world.
The loving and intelligent woman that would always give before taking. Who loved every human being and always found their positive attributes. Whom had never harmed anyone a day in her life, not even had spanked her own child. Her mother had been burned with chemical acid. The beautiful eyes that never missed anything had been unsalvageable. The soft, glowing porcelain skin now covered in scar damage. Even the oversized black sunglasses could not cover the beast that had attacked the beauty.
“One more step,” Her words spoken softly as they made it to the second level of the house, finding the door to Cordelia’s bedroom already open. With an arched eyebrow and confusion filling her body, she escorted the headmistress inside to find her grandmother turning down the bed and her father in the corner of the room looking through his wife’s belongings. Swallowing the lump that created in her throat, she continued to hold her mother’s hand until she was seated in a chair near the window.
“You look wonderful, Cordelia.” The words escaped Hank’s mouth in a nonchalant manner.
“Of course she does, she isn’t going to to let this thing stop her. She’s a fighter.” Fiona chimed in as she continued to clean up the room. “Delia, I put fresh sheets on the bed to get rid of that god awful smell that was on them.” Her heels clicked against the floor as she moved to the other side of the room, stopping when she neared the man, “Oh, it was your cologne? Looks like you need to invest in something else.”
In a room full of three grown adults, Madison felt like the most mature there and it drove her absolutely insane that even in her mother’s time of need, nobody could seem to get their act together. “
Let’s take off your glasses, okay?” She whispered the suggestion while rubbing the back of the shaking hand.
The way Madison groaned and bit her lip made Cordelia moan, aroused by the thought of how rough this would be. She wanted to make Madison scream her name, all the lust she had surpressed for almost a year surfacing as she moved her lips to kiss the girl’s jawline needily, hearing the door lock and grinning. “Of course I never complained. Do you know how much I fucking enjoy watching you? Specially the day you wore that cute, short blue dress.” she told, smirking a bit. “If we had been alone somewhere in the house for at least one second I would have pinned and fucked you against a wall.” she told more than sincerely, letting her dominant side appear.
She wasn’t lying, Cordelia had dreamed awake more than once, fantasizing of the places and ways she could have had made the girl scream for her. And Madison’s behavior, teasing her whenever she could and trying to make her go crazy whenever she wanted to, it was exhasperating. “Oh, I’m going to teach you…” she purred, moving to nibble on the girl’s earlobe as her hand moved to pull from the girl’s hair at the same time she dug her stilettos on her back.
Cordelia moaned, the pain on her back both making her squirm but arousing her more. Madison was going to make her lose her mind, Cordelia was sure of it. She bit down on the girl’s neck roughly, soothing it after with her tongue slowly. “Fuck, I’m going to have to punish you for that.” she told, rolling on the bed so Madison was on top of her. “I hope you like spankings.” she added.
Hearing the plans that Cordelia had conspired in her head made her knees go weak, if she had been standing she would have immediately fallen. It also caused the intense wetness creating between her legs begin to pool, most likely ruining the lacy pair of underwear she had garnished her body with. “I wore it because I was hoping you would do that.” Madison stated while her hands scoped out the skirt that was remaining against the cream colored skin. Discovering the zipper, she quickly pulled it down and moaned into the kiss, urging the woman to discard it from her body. “But you were too much of a pussy to take what you wanted. I hope that isn’t going to be the case now.”
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as her long golden locks were pulled roughly all while teeth penetrated the skin of her neck. “Oh, no.” Madison’s tone of voice changed to a one of plea, “Anything but a spanking.” As the positions changed, the starlet smirked at the site below her. Throwing her hair over her shoulder, her back arched allowing their bodies to press against each other once more. In one quick movement, she allowed her hand to explore between the headmistress’ legs and gasped at her discovery. “So wet,” she exclaimed with a soft moan as she forced her own her own core to grind into Cordelia’s bare thigh.
Allowing her finger to elicit moans from the woman below, a grin appeared against her lips. As quickly as her finger had made contact it was quick to exit, leaving her with a tease as nails scratched the inside of the opened thighs. Biting down against the lip entrapped between her own hard, she pulled away and moved up to the center of the bed, resting on all fours. “Have you listened to me?” She asked in almost a mocking way, “Admit it, Foxxy. You’ve been thinking of me when you were fucking that low life.” Fingers hooked around the inside of her panties, removing them off her waist and letting them rest at her ankles.
It’s not the first time David’s been called to Miss Blake’s office, but this time, he’s about to get his first taste of corporal punishment. Will it set the unruly teen straight? Find out in “Sent to the Headmistress” starring David Weston and Pandora Blake at Dreams of Spanking.
For today’s detention, the deputy headmistress is not here to help me with the canings and I am a bit in a hurry so I am going to deal with the canings by pairs.
Just enter as usual but two by two. Drop your pants, bend quickly over one of the chairs and I will swap from one to the other with the cane at my pace.
Teachers passing by the Headmistress’ office cannot but to smile when they hear grunts and yells coming from inside.
They perfectly know that this happens whenever a pupil is being caned.
Some of them even wait around trying to catch a sight of the out of breath boy getting out of the office. It’s always funny to stare at the clumsy way they walk while grabbing their buttocks over the trousers.
It was a surprise when I saw Miss Evans, the trainee teacher who had sent me for the caning, waiting for me outside the Headmistress’ office.
- Hi, Johnson, I just wanted to know how went your visit to the Headmistress. I hope she was not too hard on you
- Well, she caned me as expected, Miss.
- Really? Did she? I am sorry about that, Johnson. The class was going a bit out of my control and you were seated in the front row, so I chose you for punishment. That was all, nothing you did especially wrong. It’s was not my intention to hurt you.
- A caning, always hurts, Miss. Especially if the Head delivers it.
- Well, I see it’s not the best moment to chat with you now so I better leave you alone. Just try to sit on a more discreet desk next time.
By the way, are tears what I see in your eyes? Amazing, I didn’t expect senior boys being so sensitive!
Excuse me, Johnson. I think I have misheard you. What name do you say that you called Miss Evans loud in class while she was writing on the blackboard? “Big bum”?!!! Yes, I understand that is a “term of endearment”. That’s why my senior cane is going to greet your bum in a very affectionate way! Drop your pants right now!
My friend William was sent to the Headmistress’ office during the Math’s lesson because he was chatting with me while the teacher was writing on the blackboard. When she heard our whispers and turned round, he was the one she saw chatting so he was the unfortunate one who was sent for the caning.
I perfectly know how you feel after a caning, so I felt sorry about him and decided to wait for him outside the Administration building. I was sure that with a sore bottom, he would appreciate a shoulder to lean on during our way back home.
It turned out that Mrs. Taylor, the teacher who had sent my friend to be punished, came out when I wa waiting for William.
- What are you doing here, Johnson? It’s very cold, you are going to catch a cold standing here.
- I am waiting for William, ma’am. I mean for Anderson, the boy you sent to be punished a while ago for chatting with me, you know. I am afraid he will need a bit of help after being caned by the Headmistress. You know how hard she canes.
Well, mmm…, maybe you don’t know, but she does.
- I understand, Johnson but it that case, you should wait for him inside.
- Mrs. Taylor, pupils are not allowed to stay inside the Administration building unless being ordered to.
- Yes I know, so that’s why I am ordering you to go to the Headmistress office. I don’t want you to get cold and after all, you have just confessed that it was you the one who Anderson was talking with during my lesson, so a warm bottom won’t do you any harm. Well, maybe a bit of harm, but it is well deserved. Isnt’ it, Johnson?
(Grin)
So if anyone asks you why you are inside the Administration building, you have a real excuse now.
It’s Friday afternoon and after lessons I have been summoned to the detention class. Everybody knows what this means; I have collected my third warning during the term and I am due for a caning.
When I go upstairs for it, just in front of me the Headmistress and her deputy are reaching the building too.
They both take charge of the canings. Usually, the Head (on the left) deals with the senior boys like me and her deputy with the younger boys.
Both of them are reputed caners but the cane used on the seniors is heavier and the Headmistress likes to group together all her strikes on the crease, where they become more painful and cause lasting marks.
After one of her canings, the boys’ backsides look really like a wreck though what I noticed going upstairs behind her, is that her own backside looks really amazing.
No matter how many years I have been working as a teacher in this school.
I still get astonished whenever I see a boy from the last year class getting out of the Headmistress’ study hobbling, grabbing his bottom cheeks and crying like a baby.
I wonder how that old woman manages to cane so hard as she does!
I should ask her for some caning lessons before she gets retired.
I have read your file and I see this is your first detention session. That’s a quite unusual fact for a pupil on his third year of the secondary school and it means that you are usually a well behaved boy so I intend to keep you on the right side by showing you that catching three demerits during the term is a mistake that you shouldn’t repeat again. So let’s start this memorable session. While I make myself a bit more comfortable taking my blazer off please put a chair in the middle of the room, drop your trousers and pants and bend over the back of the chair. I have to confess that I was a bit tempted to be easy on you because of your good file but I have decided that I will better show you my most stern side in order to scare you enough to ensure that you will do your best to avoid any other disciplinary visit to this office in the future.
I bet that a dozen cane strokes of the best as your first corporal punishment experience, will work it out.
Look at the headmistress going downstairs. It’s quite obvious she is much older than she looks like. She always goes down the stairs cautious and clumsily.
I cannot believe where she finds such force, speed of movements and agility when she is caning the boys. She moves like an athlete doing it!
We all the senior students started our first day of the school year curious about who would be the new Headmistress who was going to replace Mrs. Adams after her retirement.
When we reached the school we were informed that the person hired as the new Headmistress was Miss Wadlow. She was well known because she had been awarded with the “Golden Cane” last year, so her name had appeared often on the local press.
As you probably know, this award is given yearly among all the teachers to the one who is considered as the most strict and skilled caner of the county.
