Elin came close to where Wesley was sitting on a single upholstered chair near the door. At a loss how to please him she stood before him shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing, sweat running into her eyes, fringe plastered against her forehead.

She lifted her breasts and caressed them.

His expression remained impassive.

She ran her tongue round her bee sting mouth and pouted; batted her eyelids; tried to look little girly, all the time blushing deeply and feeling ridiculous. She turned her back and wiggled her bottom, rubbed her cheeks with her open palms, leaned over and made sure he could see her vulva peeping out between her tightened buttocks, made as if she was inviting him to slap her arse. Elin pulled her cheeks apart so he could look into her crack and view her ring.

'You need to learn how to please me,' he said, 'and quickly!'

Elin backed up and rubbed her arse against his crotch, feeling the size and hardness of his cock. She turned round to face him again and used her right hand to rub the bulge in his trousers while she pleasured herself with her left hand. When her fingers were wet and sticky she licked them as if her juice was as delicious as nectar. She'd imagined Wesley was as hard as he could be but realized the tent in his trousers was getting bigger.

She left off masturbating and pulled down his zip, undid his buttons, drew down his trousers and shorts. She was astonished by the length and thickness of his dick and her shock must have shown on her face. Elin was intrigued by its distinct upward curve and its angry-looking bulbous head. She remembered she'd fantasised about him on occasions imagining he might have a big cock.

 

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Then suddenly he was slowly unbuttoning Ulrika's blouse as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 'I was right about you not wearing a bra,' he said smiling for the first time. He drew the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it onto his desk. 'My goodness,' he said. 'You're a well-developed girl.'

'Thank you sir,' she said blushing deeply.

'I fancy you're bigger chested than your mother?'

'Yes sir.' All she was wearing now were her ankle socks and shoes since she'd surrendered her knickers earlier and was bra-less; skirt and shirt were now added to the pile. He began to caress her breasts with downward strokes of the flat of his hand then tease her nipples with pinching fingers making them grow hard and long. 'They're so gorgeous,' he breathed. 'You've always had a good body and not a bad brain either when you care to use it.'

'Not like tonight. I let myself down.'

'I want you to be very honest with me Ulrika.'

'Of course, sir.'

'Did you leave your bra off for a reason?'

'Yes sir.'

'And what was that reason?'

'To sort of distract you, sir. I'm sorry, sir.'

'You think men like looking at your breasts Ulrika?'

'Well...er...'

'Is that your experience...that men stare at your boobs?'

'Sometimes they do, sir.'

'Of course they do but you shouldn't use that to get your own way, to try to twist men round your little finger.'

'No sir. I'm sorry sir.'

'And your top buttons being undone. That was part of the plan too?'

'Yes sir. I'm sorry sir.'

'Fetch the paddle. I'm going to teach you a lesson.'

The naked girl slipped off his lap, surprised by the sudden change of tone, and retrieved the paddle. She stood meekly before the Principal and handed it to him as if it was part of some ceremony.

Crack! He brought it down hard on her left breast leaving an instant imprint of the paddle's shape. Ulrika leapt in the air and howled with the pain but he thrashed her other breast with even greater force- now twin red oar shapes adorned her boobs.

'Don't flaunt yourself in future. This is a school for young ladies not for tarts.'

'Yes sir. I'm very sorry.'

With the Principal's stern admonishment ringing in her ears, Ulrika was told to get dressed and go back to her dormitory.