A Month With Mr. Martin (A Sequel to The Headmaster's Schoolgirl Wife)

Alexis’ face burned as she bent to place her hands on the carpeted floor.  Her tiny panties were held by her spread knees as Charles Martin sipped tea and “inspected” her bent-over form while relaxing in an easy chair in the salon room.  With the lips of her pussy and the pucker of her rosebud both mere inches from his plate, framed by the whorls of her uniform skirt, it was quite an agreeable view indeed, even aside from the pinkened hills, still recovering from her last encounter with his hand some hours ago.  Her delicate inner lips just peeked out from the clean-shaven outers, and the light shading between her cheeks was clearly visible under the desk lamp he’d turned to aim unerringly at her most private areas. 

Charles Martin had seen all sorts of quim in his day, and in his opinion Alexis’ was among the neatest and finest.  Jack was certainly a lucky fellow!  It looked nice and tight as well, though he suspected the poor old fellow was too wrapped ‘round her cute little finger to make proper use of such a well of delights.  She’d certainly be more free with her marital treasures after his tutelage, Charles vowed as he sipped and considered, after all he owed it to his old friend to teach her a woman’s proper role.

Speaking of which, daily teatime was a fine opportunity to ensure the highest standard of hygiene were being kept up.  She whimpered as he withdrew a wet wipe from the box to her left, while munching a biscuit from a tin on her right.  Alexis shivered as the cold bit of cloth touched her taint, then trailed down her lips to the hood of her clit, before returning to vigorously assault her anus.  She made a face as her bunghole was scoured for any trace of filth.

From his satisfied grunt, the humiliated heiress inferred her meticulously groomed crotch must have passed inspection today, and Alexis was absurdly grateful to avoid a spanking.  She would be left in the untenable position, palms on the floor to give him maximum viewing access, until he had finished afternoon tea, ostensibly to allow her charms time to dry off.  But she knew better, of course.  She could feel his eyes crawling over her as the cup and saucer clinked, and despite the show it gave him, she couldn’t help clenching her pink buttocks as she thought of how many times he’d punished and used the exposed areas, and would again.  Naturally she was required to maintain eye contact from her upside-down vantage between her legs, so when she saw his smile as he guessed her thoughts, she could only look chagrined, not even allowed to close her eyes to his knowing smirk as she’d have much preferred.

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Tears and sweat competed to race down Alexis’ fine features as she endured afternoon exercise time, moans escaping her trembling lips in response to the slaps on her clenching, scarlet buttocks.  She’d chosen this elliptical machine herself during the renovation of the rec room, snidely remarking Charles could use the boost in fitness, laughing smugly when the portly old fellow could only last a few minutes before calling it quits and stepping down.

Now it was his turn to encourage her. “Get that fat bottom moving!” Smack! Smack!  Of course her buttocks were in fact rather lean, particularly after more than a week of strenuous daily exercise, but he enjoyed her look of dismay.

Her nubile form sweated from the exertion as her muscles ached.  She’d been relieved to be allowed put on sports clothes over her naked body this time, even if the tights left nothing to the imagination.  At least her chest had some support as her breasts bounced.  But after a minute or so she’d been made to bare her bottom, the sheer fabric bunching around the tops of her thighs.

Naturally Charles had some novel methods to ensure she got a thorough workout.  Her lungs and tear ducts were certainly put through their paces on every occasion.  Fortunately he only used his hand or a small leather paddle, but it was enough to make her howl and beg by the end, muscles burning nearly as much as her buttocks and thighs.

“Step smartly there!” Smack! Smack!

Unfortunately they had only just started several minutes ago, so Alexis knew from experience she had a lot more athletic training to look forward to, apprehension coiling in her gut at the harsh treatment in her future.  But she’d just have to take what she had coming, there was no escape.  At least Jack would enjoy her newly toned body, she thought wryly, only too aware Charles Martin was enjoying it as well.

She eyed the crusted stains on the digital display, knowing it was likely her fresh tears would soon contribute to the decor again, as she was already misting a bit.  Naturally she was forbidden to clean away this embarrassing lingering physical evidence of her capitulation.   Indeed, the sight was quite inspiring to Charles Martin, particularly as the girl contemplated her fate.

“Faster!  You can do better than this!” Smack! Smack! He quickened his own pace and her complaints rose a notch in pitch and volume.

Smack! Smack! Her slender calves rose and fell, and her breath came in short sharp hitches.  The burning in her thighs was nearly competition for her hot bottom.

“Chin up girl!”  He exulted in her weary expression.  He certainly wouldn’t allow her to hide her misery beneath her hair, particularly on the verge of waterworks.  Smack! Smack!

Smack! Smack!  Alexis sniffled, the combination of fatigue and discipline wearing down her meager defenses.  Smack! Smack!  A tear fell into the crusty display.  Smack! Smack!  Another followed, and another. Smack! Smack!  Alexis’ shame at crying only fueled more.  Smack! Smack! Soon the sprinkles became a steady rain

“Waaaaah!  Oh sir!  Waaah!”

Pleased, Charles left off spanking Alexis to rummage in the back, considerately allowing her to raise her shorts as well, as her legs continued to churn.  He enjoyed her look of dismay beneath drying tears when she saw what he’d returned with.

“A headmaster across the pond was kind enough to share this.  It seems the object has a bit of a history…”  Charles rambled on at length about the offenses and corrections the storied instrument had been involved in as an exhausted Alexis struggled to keep the required pace.  Her tears gradually subsided as he lectured, but she knew this reprieve was only temporary.

Panting, Alexis eyed the 1920s American wooden paddle fearfully.  It was a length of dark, shiny wood twenty inches long at the business end and drilled with a dozen holes worn smooth by the insolent young flesh of countless cornfed buttocks.  She shuddered as he talked, thinking of them bent over and suffering, just as she soon would.

His next words brought her back to her own plight.  “Naturally, all this talk left me a bit curious.  I’d like to try a little experiment, if you don’t mind.”  A chill ran down her spine, even as she seethed with resentment.  She certainly did mind!  She wasn’t a toy to amuse him!  It was ridiculous for her to take another painful spanking just to sate his curiosity.  The nerve!  But she knew better than to say so. 

“Bend over here.  We’ll start you off with six.  You may keep your shorts up.”  Stepping off the machine on wobbly legs, she was only slightly relieved by this amelioration, as the solid wood tapped her heinie, just above her closed thighs. 

“Farther, stick it out.  Hands below your calves,” he further instructed the panting heiress. 

The wood tapped again and he smiled at her wince.  She knew this was going to hurt. 

Smack!  And it did.  She sucked in a hissing breath, still winded. Smack!  The heat seemed to fill her whole bottom, and her head swam.  He gave her a unctuous glance, then laid it in again.  Smack!

“Oh sir!”  Smack!  Oh, how it stung! Smack! The heat from her bottom seemed to reach her very soul. Smack!  The last left her on tiptoe, on the verge of tears.  “Ahhh!”

“There.  How was that?” he asked solicitously, as though he wanted her opinion on a new pair of shoes.

“Uh, very impressive, sir! Oh!”

He pulled his belt free with a dramatic flourish.  His pants did not fall, being quite tented in front, a sure sign Alexis would be required to “thank” him afterward.  “Excellent, let’s see how it compares to my leather belt, shall we?”

Alexis had no choice in the matter.  Thwack!  Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!  Alexis writhed, barely holding her position.  She’d taken his belt several times now and it always stung terribly.  Her bottom felt a thousand degrees beneath the thin shorts.  At least Charles seemed pleased.

“So, young lady… which would you say is better?  The paddle or the belt?”  He might have been asking her opinion on colored chalk, rather than implements that had just set fire to her buttocks.

“They both hurt… I’m not really sure…” she sniffed.  Better?  What did that even mean? Less painful? Or more? Was she supposed to appreciate the pain it caused her poor rear end?  The knowledge he would certainly apply the one she liked least made her more reluctant yet to offer an opinion.

But her dithering came at a cost.  “A little more practice then!” He laid into the beautifully presented buttocks.  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Oooooooooooh!” This time Alexis was nearly shrieking by the last, tears welling.  That smarted!

“And now the belt…”  Six good thwacks had her hissing and whining, waving her aristocratic bottom like a flag in her shorts.  Charles Martin preened, thoroughly delighted at the sight.

“Well, miss?  What do you think now?”

“Yes sir, very good sir,” she answered miserably.  Alexis really had no idea how to respond, she just wanted him to stop.  Please, please let this be the end!

“Well done.  You may stand up, dear.”

“Thank you, sir,” she offered gallantly, straightening, but he only laughed.

“Oh, we are not done.”  With that simple phrase, Alexis’ nascent relief collapsed into a bitter ball of misery, and she knew she’d been pushed beyond her limits again, changed forever.  She would simply accept whatever was next as her proper due.  All was as it should be.

"Pull down your shorts and knickers," said Charles Martin. "I want to try this paddle out on your bare bottom.”

Alexis obeyed wordlessly, already fighting back the sobs ready to surface as she exposed her naked red cheeks for more punishment.  She was afraid to even imagine how much the paddle would hurt on the bare.  But she was too tired to fight, barely able to stand, at the end of her rope.  The shorts fell to the floor to join her spirits.

“That’s it, now grasp your ankles firmly… a little farther apart this time please…"

Complying, she groaned and shuddered, head swimming, but even seeing his pants twitch at the lewd view she offered could barely rouse a whisker of resentment.  And Charles Martin quickly drove all such thoughts from her mind.  SMACK!

“How was that, my dear?”

“WAHHHHHHHH!”

The paddle fell again and again, but the bawling Alexis hardly minded anymore.  The roaring heat in her behind belonged to someone else, a stranger sobbing and gasping.  She experienced her writhing, disgraceful body as if from a distance, content.  It was, after all, only what she deserved.