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

The Final Insult

A miserable Alexis maneuvered herself over Charles Martin’s lap, wincing as he positioned her “properly” on the mattress.  As his private quarters, this was one of the few rooms she had not had the pleasure of visiting before, and she was certain it would not be a pleasure today.

The large master bedroom featured a four-post bed over which, she supposed, she was now to be mastered.  Her naked body shivered, and not just from the cold in the drafty old house, as she considered her imminent fate.  At least it was late enough that this would surely be the day’s last punishment session, she mused ruefully as he pinned her arms behind her back.  Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad, after all he was old, it was late in the day, and he would probably not have the stamina for an extended thrashing.  He’d allowed her to keep her legs firmly together, at least, a not insignificant boon given the nature of the surroundings.

As his hand struck her defenseless bottom again and again he droned on about his lecherous drunkard's ideal of how a young maid ought to best serve an older man employing her, and how badly she had failed to live up to his high standards today.  Sore and throbbing, Alexis immediately began apologizing and swearing to implement every humiliating, belitting suggestion with alacrity and enthusiasm, whether it was dusting more vigorously (thus shaking her mostly-exposed chest, as it happened), or bending at the waist rather than the knees to pick things up (thus sharing a lovely view of her thighs and panties, coincidentally), or “correcting” her posture while she scrubbed the floor (so that her tight butt was proudly presented).

Charles snorted skeptically.  “We shall see, missy! We shall see.”

He spanked her nude cheeks for several long minutes, delighting in every blow and its mournful response.  It wasn’t long before his pleasure became self-evident where she lay over him, and she knew the careful placement of her hips was no accident.  This time, instead of scuttling away from the awful thing as her every instinct demanded, Alexis swallowed her pride and wrapped those slender nude thighs around it instead.  Charles groaned in pleasure as she clenched and pumped her soft hips, milking her tormentor, shaking with self-loathing as she squeezed him through the thin fabric of his slacks.

Slap slap slap! Charles increased both force and pace, and she responded in kind, jerking and yelping as the tears began to fall.  If she could just get him off!  That would put an end to the night, she was sure.  Her excitement built with his, and she could sense his approaching orgasm with almost palpable relief.  Alexis congratulated herself on outwitting the old reprobate.  Any second now, and she’d have escaped the night with only a hand spanking…

But though delighted she had degraded herself for him, and sorely tempted to let her have her way,  Charles Martin had more plans for the evening.  It was with real regret he groaned mightily and lifted her squirming body off his lap, manhood twitching.

“Stand up, dear.  Hands on the floor.  I think you’ll find it clean,”  he added wryly. Of course the floorboards were bloody clean, she’d been on her knees for hours making it so.  She kept her thighs firmly together as she bent.  “Bottom out.”  He patted her red cheeks as she wondered what new castigation would follow.

“And I think you’ll remember our mutual friend.”

Alexis froze as he turned, smiling, and she saw the cane.  Time seemed to stop and she saw spots before her eyes.   The last time she'd had no experience of the thing, but now that Charles had used it on her once before, the sight struck her into mute terror.  He bent the whippy length of bamboo almost whimsically and she moaned in fear, knowing what was coming.  She felt faint and supposed it was good her head was lowered, as she’d otherwise pass out.

Tap! Tap! Tap! “It’s good to see you’ve developed a proper respect for the stick, young lady.”   TAP! TAP! TAP! “No more of your nonsense about ‘paper tigers,’ eh? Would you like a reminder of how ‘overrated’ the application of a cane is?” She moaned from a mouth suddenly too dry to form words.  She’d been so good! Done everything he asked! Surely he wouldn’t!  But she knew he would.

"Perhaps just a few, to refresh your memory.  Up on your toes, girl. "  Oh no! Too cowed to voice an opinion, Alexis began to shake in fear of her upcoming appointment with the instrument.  She winced as Charles tapped her cheeks and chided her.  “Stick it out, now!”

He'd have to do the bulk of the work of putting young Alexis in her place with hand or leather implements-- he had a whole month with the girl's delicious behind, after all --  but the posh little bitch was going to be wearing a few stripes while she took it, if Charles Martin had any say in the matter. 

SWISH -THWACK!  And he did, unfortunately for Alex, who wailed as she re-learned exactly what a stripe from Charles Martin felt like.  The line of fire across her cheeks became her entire world as her back arched and she went on tiptoe.

“Did you feel that, dear?”

“YES SIR! Oh sir please! One was enough!  I’ll be good!”  Tears began streaming from her eyes.

Charles snorted with laughter, drawing his arm back again.

“Only a single line?  I hardly think that will suffice.”  SWISH!  SWISH! TAP! TAP! TAP!  Alexis flinched and moaned pitifully as he practiced. TAP! TAP!

SWISH-THWACK!  He thrust his chest out with pride as Alexis shrieked and began choking back sobs. 

“Oh please sir!  Please, please no more! I’ll, I’ll be so good!” Alexis heard some jingling and zipping, but her attention was completely occupied by the scorching stripes.

SWISH-THWACK!  Alexis’s response was again commensurate with the harshness of the blow, and more tears fell.  She'd certainly preferred striping his bottom for "practice" to having her own naughty cheeks attended to.

SWISH -THWACK!  SWISH -THWACK!  SWISH -THWACK!  Alexis bawled her way through three more stripes, each more painful than the last, and accompanied by sundry promises and inveiglements.  She sensed he was doing something else in between her strokes, but it was a difficult angle to see, and her tear-blurred eyes did not register what it was.  Besides which, she had quite enough to occupy her attention!

SWISH -THWACK!  Alexi howled her dismay at the seventh stoke, right at the crease between buttock and thigh, and knew she had reached her utter limit.  There was nothing she wouldn’t give Charles Martin, nothing at all.  She couldn’t take another, she just couldn’t!  She didn’t care what else he did to her!  "OWWWWWW! Please, I'll do anything!  Wahahahaa!  Anything at all!  Just let me off, please! Waaah!"

"Anything?"  It was just the word he'd been waiting for.   He finished applying the petroleum jelly and stepped closer to Alexis.  Much closer, in fact, she realized.  He was practically leaning against her now.

"Wah! Yes, anything, wahhh! Oh, oh just please... what are you... oh no! not that... no… no… ohhhhh....oh!"

The violation was utterly dismal.  Dimly she remembered now Jack had only promised no other man would get between her legs.  Charles Martin was certainly inside her, there was no doubt of that, but he was technically, she supposed, between her cheeks.  She moaned in despair as he sunk deeper with each thrust, a painful splitting to accentuate her lines of fire.    

No, indeed… she might almost have welcomed that.  But this, this was unthinkably humiliating, and quite uncomfortable.   Part of her punishment, she supposed, alongside her stripes.   Well, it was certainly working, she’d never been so miserable.  Tears poured from her eyes and her face twisted in discomfort as she now learned all too well what the nurse had alluded to.

“Oh sir!” Her voice shook with outrage.

“Unless you’d prefer another set with the cane?”  Alexis only sobbed in reply.

"Yes," he soothed her, "it would be a shame to let your bottom cleaning go to waste, wouldn't it?"  He dug in deeper, causing Alexis to squeal in dismay.  "Oh yes, yes!  Quite a shame!"

He pulled out and she sobbed with relief, but to her horror he merely renewed the coating of lubricant and resumed where he’d left off.   “Where were we? Ah yes… here.”

Her nubile body shuddered at the renewed intrusion. She’d never imagined anyone could feel so violated.   How could Jack have let this happen to her?  Or had he known all along what Charles planned for her “niece?”  Perhaps Jack really thought she needed taking in ass, as well as taking in hand?  Or was it her own fault? Icy fingers walked along her spine as she considered the possibilities. 

She had offered Charles anything, after all.  And he had stopped caning her.  Perhaps it was her own fault, for not bearing up better under the punishment she had, after all, more than earned.  Charles was only a man, she reasoned, he could hardly be expected to resist her luscious young charms.  Only seven, and she’d agreed to do anything!  Why, schoolgirls took more!

“Are you feeling this dear?  I certainly hope so. ”

“Oh sir!”

“It’s for your own good, you know.”

She made a face at this.  Even as he plumbed horrid new depths inside her, her stripes stinging, Alexis had to admit, she deserved this.  The sobbing young woman quietly resolved to take everything she had coming, with no resistance.  She had taken at least a dozen lunges by now, surely he wouldn’t need many more.  Offering maximum cooperation, she lifted her bottom to meet him, and he responded eagerly, impaling her deeper as they both moaned.  Her shame increased further as he reached forward and took her nude breasts in his greedy hands, squeezing hard with each painful, degrading thrust into her, the pressure on her nipples achingly pleasurable.

“That’s a good girl.”

“Oh!  Take me as deep as you like, sir! Oh!” She groaned as he did just that.

Perhaps she’d best say nothing of the matter to Jack, she thought, grunting and pushing Charles’ cock in as far as she possibly could, feeling his swinging balls slap her slit rather pleasurably.  It was definitely better than caning, though she certainly took quite a few more strokes this way, she thought mournfully.  I deserve this, I deserve this, oh Jack…

As she event dragged on, Alexis eventually lost track of how many times he speared into her bottom, and just wished it would end.  She moaned and worked her hips, recalling the nurse’s parting advice.  Rough and long, she’d said.  She grunted at another painful dig and wished she hadn’t remembered that.  Despair overwhelmed her at she thought of her anal humiliation going on and on for the rest of the night.  Charles’ face was red and was sweating profusely, but he didn’t seem at all tired, only slightly out of breath as he reminded her again and again of her place with whispered taunts in her ear to accompany the degrading penetration of her sore bottom.  Even worse was knowing that before it ended, Charles Martin’s spunk would be deep inside her, perhaps eventually joining with what she’d swallowed earlier.  The thought had her gagging with disgust even as she wept.

At least things couldn’t get any worse, Alexis thought, this was the absolute nadir.  But she was wrong.  As a final insult he let go of her hair and drew a small leather paddle from the table, not ceasing his efforts within her in the least, and in between groans told her “Take it!” as he lay into her striped, throbbing cheeks. 

SLAP!  SLAP!  More tears burst from her eyes as her butt was newly inflamed.  SLAP!  SLAP! SLAP!  Alexis’ cute little butt was now suffering inside and out. The painful spanking went on and on, as did his relentless thrusting into her sore behind.  Alexis wailed and sobbed and pleaded for mercy both in and on her ass, but found neither forthcoming. 

Finally, after an eternity of punishing slaps and thrusts, the rhythm of her violation reached a climactic pitch, the heavy desk shaking with his efforts to finish.  He leaned forward to really lay in the paddle, jaw clenched with pleasure.  Alexis wailed at what she knew was coming, namely him.  This was her least favorite part of all, she decided, gamely pushing back to meet his thrusts despite the shame and discomfort, truly desperate to end this.

Suddenly he stiffened and his cock seemed to get even longer and harder as he finally began to empty himself into her.  Alexis learned she could actually feel semen splashing inside her as well as the pulsing flow through his shaft where her sphincter gripped it.  Disgusted beyond belief, she nonetheless involuntarily clenched hard around the ejaculating organ, prolonging and intensifying Charles Martin’s orgasm until he saw stars.   Groaning in ecstatic spasms, he dropped the paddle and squeezed her firm, small tits as hard as he could, leaving finger marks that would last for days, and making her compressed breasts feel like they were about to pop.

Finally he gave a last grunt and collapsed on top of her.  “Well,” he said between breaths, “that’s you put in your place, isn’t it?”  Her choking sobs were the perfect retort, he thought to himself smugly.