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

In The Garden Of Eden

The gardener could hardly believe his luck.  When old Mr. Martin had told him what to expect today, he'd assumed the codger was having him on, even though he’d heard the rumors about “Miss Alex” paying a visit to the restored manor house.  But he’d come along anyway, just to see what was what.

As he cautiously opened the study door, his heart beat more rapidly at the awe-inspiring sight revealed, and he recalled the instructions.  "I’ll be gone for precisely two hours, Mr. Randall.  You’ll find a freshly oiled leather strap on the desk.  Thrash her as much as you like… but remember, you mustn't let her know who you are, or the game is up.  The headphones and blindfold will help, but you'll need to be quiet nonetheless if you want to… enjoy your prize."

And what a prize she was!  His jaw gaped as her luscious bare bottom wiggled before him, helplessly bound over the desk and awaiting his attentions.  Smooth and unmarked, he noted.  The guvnor was takin’ it too easy on ‘er!  These headmasters were always been too soft with the girls.  Well, he’d put that right soon enough.  Just below, her spread thighs ensured a lovely view of the same sweet lips he’d gotten a picture of earlier in the year.  Drool dripped down his shirt unnoticed as he contemplated the hours ahead.

For her part Alexis had enjoyed the rare morning without a spanking, trying not to imagine what impending doom this reprieve might foreshadow.  When Charles had stripped her naked and tied her down over the desk, ankles at the posts and wrists against the drawer, she’d expected the usual, but instead she found herself quite effectively blinded, deafened, and left to worry what was next.  It was not the first time she’d been blindfolded, but not being able to hear anything was new and disorienting.  Anything at all could be happening, and she’d never know. It was most disconcerting.

He ran his hands over her soft pale cheeks, as he’d ached to do with wayward girls in the Headmaster’s office so many times, then leaned over to cup a firm young breast where it lay against the table, feeling his own response to the supple flesh.   It was like some wonderful dream come to life.  Naturally Alexis had been expecting Charles, with not a little trepidation, and so was only slightly startled to be so fondled.  She didn’t like it but lay silently as he continued to explore; she certainly knew better than to object.  He ran his hands down her smooth thighs wonderingly, thrilling to the shivers of the long muscles.  He could hardly catch his breath, and had to lean onto the desk, such was his excitement.

Remembering his limited time, Randall finished his appreciation of her form with a few last squeezes, and commenced warming the perfectly presented posterior. The gardener gave one asscheek a slap, then the other, which was also not unexpected, but resulted in a delightful whimper.  Then he gave two to the first, two to the second, then added another, and another.  When he reached the dozenth series of slaps, she was scarlet and yelping, to his considerable elation.  Grinning, he squeezed and rubbed the hot skin, trying to decide if she’d had enough warming up, pulling the cheeks apart to see every hidden detail.  Slap! Slap! Slap! Several more series ensued, each followed by another thorough perusal of her many charms.  Reddening a girl himself was much better than peeking through the window!

Finally he decided she’d had enough light treatment.   Now it was time for her real spanking to begin. He lifted the strap, licking his lips.  "Pity I can't give ‘er the cane as well," he thought.  Well, you couldn’t have everything, could you?  He raised his arm and reached back...

THWACK!  Alexis wailed.  “Please Mr. Martin!  I’ll be good.”  THWACK!  “Oh!” THWACK! “Oh please! Not so hard, Char--Mr. Martin!”  THWACK!  “Ow! I promise I’ll be good!”  THWACK! “I’ll be so good!” THWACK! “No more, please sir, I can’t stand it!” He smiled at the panic in her voice and took aim at a shapely spread thigh.  THWACK!  “Waaah!”  He was going to paint the royal tart from knee to crown!  THWACK! “Ahhh!” Her misery was clear in the tone.  THWACK!  It was only too bad she didn’t know it was him working her over.  He visited her other thigh. THWACK!  “Waahaaa! Oh sir!”

He went slow, giving her a decent interval to appreciate each painful gift before delivering the next.  And so it was quite some time before the gardener found her sobs suitably uncontrollable and gave her a pause to reflect, and longer still before he tired of her pleading entirely and set down the strap, having left overlapping red bands over every exposed inch.  By then she’d blindly promised Charles every sexual favor she could imagine, trying to entice what she thought was the former headmaster with every feminine artifice, if only he’d leave off strapping her throbbing bottom cheeks and scorched thighs.  The former headmaster was quite inured to her pleas, though he’d encouraged her supplications, but the astounding smorgasbord of her entreaties had left Tom with a raging erection, which he now intended to put to good use.

Slapping her sore bottom with his hands to enjoy her moans and quivering, he fondled her nether lips roughly, regretfully remembering Mr. Martin's admonition as he marveled at her wetness, enjoying her squeals when he tweaked her bulging clit.  Her womanhood was to remain inviolate and unpunished.  He’d bet it was a right little vise, too, and practically dripping.  A real pity, he thought as he sniffed his fingers longingly, Jack was certainly the lucky one.  She gasped as he parted her swollen lips wistfully to view the forbidden area.  Taking out a phone he snapped a picture showing deep inside her pink crevice, framed by tender purple folds.  He’d certainly enjoy that for ages, the flesh within forbidden to touch but nonetheless naked to his view.

That left other possibilities, of course.  The small, fresh jar of petroleum jelly sat on the desk just across the room, and the alluring valley between her scorched cheeks beckoned irresistibly, bouncing as her body shook with sobs.  He’d known what he would do with her the minute he’d seen her restrained nubile form.  But first…

Grinning like a madman, Tom Randall stood in front of the penitent socialite and unzipped his pants, guiding the girl to her unspoken task.  Her well-trained lips sought out his manhood instinctively and he groaned as he met Alexis’ mouth on intimate terms for the first time.  If she noticed his member was any different than Charles’, or that the hands on her tits were rougher than usual,  she gave no sign, obediently sucking and licking through her tears.

Jack might have the fortunate life, but this was Randall’s lucky day!

He held out as long as he could, trying to prolong the experience.  He’d been warned it was likely a one-time visit and wanted to make the most of it.  But the sight of her posh lips working to get him off was soon too much to bear, and he began spurting into her choking mouth, stifling his groans to maintain the masquerade.

That’s odd, thought Alexis, dutifully swallowing and hoping the event was over.  Charles tastes a little different today.

Panting, he fell back, repairing his attire.  It took him some minutes to recover, after which he took a break to water the houseplants (his official reason for the visit to this room, should any of the staff ask) and then do some perfunctory yardwork (the glare of sun and smell of freshly cut grass a sharp contrast with the musky scent of the dimly lit study where the girl awaited his further pleasure), while Alexis remained bound, sniffling and wishing for mouthwash, wiggling her tingling naked hindquarters delectably as the headphones hissed white noise into her ears. 

Upon his return, the sight soon had the gardener eager for another trip to Eden.  Now it was time to truly enjoy the little bitch’s reddened ass (the nurse having visited earlier that morning to prepare the ground).  The wrinkled star of her orifice awaited between her red cheeks, ready and lubricated.  It was all for him! He rubbed his calloused hands together in anticipation.  Since he’d already come in her mouth (and on her face, he now noticed), he’d be able to give the posh tart a lengthy rodding, just the kind her sort would benefit from.

He decided the girl needed a little extra warming first.  He approached quietly, on tiptoe, slowly grasping the stsrap, leaving Alexis unaware until leather met flesh with dramatic results.  THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!  

“OWWWWWWWWWWOOOOAAAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAH!”

He grinned at her surprised and dismayed response.  That would teach her not to sneak a smoke bomb into his shower!  Of course he had no proof, but then he hardly needed it now.  He laid it in harder, remembering how he’d scrambled out into the field only to find the entire period’s class in a soccer match, staring and giggling at his nakedness. THWACK! THWACK!  It was only too bad she’d never know it was him spanking her, as he laid it in as hard as he could.  THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“WAHAAA! OH PLEASE!!”

Bottom stinging fiercely, Alexis wailed and promised him the moon as he continued to relight her lunar fires, until he was stiff and ready to invade that succulent moonscape.  This was truly the sweetest revenge of all, he thought smugly as he worked himself into the helpless, sobbing girl.