The Punishment of Amanda Wood
It's Amanda's first day as a high school teacher! She's excited - but when she causes a big accident in her room, Amanda accidentally stumbles across her new school's secret: a hidden sex dungeon! When Principal Rock finds out, he's angry... and he - along with the help of two of his colleagues - decide it's time to teach Miss Wood a harsh lesson! More
WARNING: This 6200-word story contains (lots of) spanking, flogging, bondage, anal, and severe punishment!
He’s not coming, I thought when I realised school had been over for nearly forty-five minutes. I was terrified – was this their idea of hazing? Making the new girl stand outside for an hour for no reason? Should I go? Or was he just making me wait, would he punish me further if I left? I was frozen to the spot by my indecision.
Fifteen more minutes passed. The classrooms were dark, the last students and teachers long gone. It’s been an hour, I thought. Screw this, I need to get home. I stepped away from the door.
“Don’t you move!”
With one foot still in the air I froze and, wide-eyed, turned to face the source of the shout. Sprinting toward me was the paunchy form of Mike, the janitor. He was a gruff, short man (though he still towered over my 5’0” frame) who had grown bitter and hateful from years of cleaning up after teenagers. Mike looked at me with disdain as he pulled out his key ring and unlocked the door.
“I been sent here by Principal Rock,” Mike grunted. He kicked the door open and beckoned me to follow. Mike pounded a switch by the door, bringing a solitary fluorescent bulb spluttering into life. He pushed past me to stand against the back wall, where he groped for some secret panel hidden behind a ‘wet floor’ sign. A small click, and the wall slid open to reveal the darkened chamber.
He pressed another light switch and the room was flooded, not with harsh fluorescence, but a dim orange glow that threw sinister shadows over the strange furnishings and instruments cluttering the room. I was staring at it in wonder, trying to figure out what the contraption at the centre could be for, completely unaware of Mike until I heard a heavy thud behind me: the secret door was shut, and the janitor was advancing toward me.
“Clothes off,” he said. His voice had completely changed – previously gruff and kind of dopey, he now spoke with a clear and authoritative tone.
I was bewildered. “Mike?”
“No. You will not call me that in this room. You will call me, and anyone else who may come in, Sir. Or Master. Understood?”
“Um, no, I don’t think so.” I could see more clearly as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. There were strange rope-like things hanging from the walls, what looked like metal bars, and... handcuffs? “Mike, what the hell is going on?”
I didn’t even see it coming – the hard blow across my right cheek, whipping my head to the side and making me stumble.
“I told you not to call me that.”
My eyes were tearing as I gingerly brought my fingers to my hot face. “Yes... Master,” I choked out.
“Good girl. Listen to us and that won’t happen again.”
“Now. Clothes off.”
I nodded in a slight daze and unzipped my skirt, letting the soft fabric float down to my ankles. As I stepped out of the skirt, I ran my hands down each leg, gently tugging off my high heels. When I straightened up again and looked at Mike, I was quite pleased to see him staring at me, gaping, while a definite bulge strained against the crotch of his pants. I smiled in spite of myself. It was so against everything I was, everything I knew; it was exhilarating. I tossed my thick brown hair over my shoulders and slowly unbuttoned the jacket I’d discarded my wet blouse for. Letting the jacket fall open, I cupped my full boobs and pressed them together where Mike could see.