School Girl Learns Obedience

Sierra's father hadn't spoken to her during the whole ride to school. The two of them had left the house an hour earlier than usual to meet with Headmaster Andrews. The pair walks in perfect silence as they enter the building.

The hallway is dark, only illuminated by the light coming from the open door to the front office. As they make their way through, Sierra smooths her skirt and tries to ease the knots in her stomach. St. Agnes was considered one of the best schools in the state. It had a high tuition and even higher standards that its pupils were held to. The only way Sierra is even able to attend the school is because of her academic scholarship. She isn't entirely sure why she was called in today with her father, but the worry that she had done something wrong to jeopardize her scholarship made her sick to her stomach.

The headmaster had called the house last night after dinner and asked to speak to her father. Peter Spencer was a quiet and hardworking man. However, Sierra could sense his disappointment as he listened to the phone call about her. As he hung up, Peter looked at his daughter and said, "We are meeting with Headmaster Andrews tomorrow at 6 am. You will be up and ready to leave on time with me at 5:45". That was all he had said to her. Now, as they approach the Headmaster's office, the door opens and the tall man inside directs them to the seats facing his large wooden desk.

"Mr. Spencer, I'm so grateful that you were able to make this morning's meeting work into your schedule. I do apologize for the early hour, but I thought it was important that we addressed the situation as swiftly as possible".

Sierra starts to talk, but is silenced by a hand from her Headmaster.

"Miss Spencer," he says, turning his attention to her, "You are well aware that you are at this school on a scholarship. One would assume that you would understand that your standing here is based not only on your grades, but also on your decorum."

Sierra stiffens at this, fearing she may know what she has done to warrant this meeting. She watches as the Headmaster pulls out a folder. Inside, there are copies of photos taken from security footage of the dumpsters behind the school. A boy with brown hair in a navy blazer faces away from the camera, while Sierra's face is in full view, skirt hiked up, and the young man's hand reaching up it. Another photo shows Sierra on her knees, ass poking out from a skirt that is way too short, giving a blowjob to a different, blond boy.

Her father eyes the photos in front of him before pushing them back towards the Headmaster. He says nothing, but his body language and expression convey to Sierra all she needs to know about his disappointment in her.

"Now, normally, this amount of evidence would lead to an automatic expulsion." Headmaster Andrews explains to the silent pair. "However, I believe that we can work out a deal that will allow your daughter to remain in school on scholarship. Here at St. Agnes, we do use some unconventional methods to ensure the obedience of our pupils. However, many of those who require training end up going on to have long and successful careers."

Sierra eyes her father. She knows how important it is to him that she attends college and becomes the first in their family to earn a degree. His face is unreadable, before he finally responds to the Headmaster,

"You know far more about eighteen-year-olds and discipline than I do." He says, "I trust your judgment in whatever punishment you think is best."

"Excellent," Headmaster Andrews replies. He turns toward the cupboard behind his desk and retrieves a wooden paddle.

"Mr. Spencer, one of the first steps in this process is reasserting dominance over the student. When they start to act out as Sierra has done, it is because they have no respect for the institution that we have within these walls."

Sierra, understanding what is about to happen, starts to panic.

"Dad, you can't possibly be about to let him do this to me! This is barbaric! There have to be laws against this," She protests.

Her pleas fall on deaf ears; her father can barely look at her. A moment passes before he meets the Headmaster's gaze and gives a single nod of his head.

With that, the headmaster quickly pulls the girl to her feet. Before she catches her balance, her chest is pushed toward the table, her ass pushed out toward the headmaster and her father. She struggles to free herself, but finds herself trapped by the firm hand of the large man holding her down.

Without warning, a stinging smack hits her bottom. She yelps in pain at the shock of the paddle coming down so unexpectedly. She is at least grateful that she didn't wear a thong this morning. That is the last thing she would like to add to her current humiliation.

"Miss Spencer, I would like you to count to 5 spanks for me, followed by you thanking me for punishing you." The headmaster interrupts her thoughts.

"Sir..." she stammers as another smack comes down on her lightly warming flesh.

"I will keep going until you decide to cooperate, young lady,"

"Please, Headmaster..." she proclaims. Another slap falls.

The Headmaster reaches around his neck and pulls off his tie. He brings it around and loops it through Sierra's mouth.

"It seems like I won't get obedience out of you willingly." He chides. "This will help so you don't feel such a need to protest."

Headmaster Andrews flips her skirt up and pulls her pale pink panties with lace off her ass. Sierra feels the cool air of the room hit all her sensitive areas, feels the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks. She now has her bare-butt facing right towards her father. She can't imagine what must be going through his head, seeing his daughter in this position. There isn't much time to think about it before the paddle comes down again, this time hitting bare flesh.

Smack

Sierra lets out a cry. She feels the pain all over her cheek. However, she starts to feel another sensation too. Wetness starts to gather between her legs. Sierra's brain is panicking. Surely, she can't be getting turned on by this. Will the Headmaster notice?

Smack

Another smack further reddens her ass, matching them more and more to the cheeks on her face. Sierra lets out a yelp, which ends up coming out as more of a moan, to her further humiliation.

Smack

Sierra can feel the wetness growing between her legs. The sting of the paddle hurts, but her body is reacting more and more to the position she is in, rather than the pain she is feeling. She starts to arch her back even more in preparation for the next swing.

Smack

As the paddle pulls away, Sierra feels the moisture from her pussy stick to the paddle as it comes down again. Sierra knows the Headmaster will notice this, and she is afraid of how she will be punished for this.

Smack

"Miss Spencer, it would seem as though you may be enjoying this punishment a little too much." Headmaster Andrews speaks again.

Sierra feels a finger reach for her delicate folds. She knows that as it is being pulled away, it's dripping with her arousal. She can feel the smugness coming from Headmaster Andrews, the disappointment from her father. She wishes she could do something, anything, to make this situation end.

"Mr. Spencer, it seems as though your daughter may have more extensive issues than I had originally thought. Between the evidence in the photographs and the way she is reacting right now, it would seem as though Sierra has little control over her urges." Andrews addresses Sierra's father as though she is not even there. "For her to have any chance of remaining at this school, it is imperative that you agree to any corrective measures that I want to implement. Do I have your approval?"

There is a heavy silence in the room. Sierra tries to object through her gag, but is quickly silenced by a sharp yank of her ponytail. The only noise in the room is the ticking of the clock on the wall.

"Do whatever you must," Peter says, with very little emotion in his voice.

Sierra felt a wave of betrayal at the words from her father. How could he not know what Andrews was up to? Did he not see that this would quickly head in a terrifying and inescapable direction?

What Sierra didn't know, from her position face down on the table, was that her father was having trouble controlling his own urges. Though his work pants were made of a thick material, they did nothing to hide his own growing arousal. As much as his brain told him this was wrong and to stand up to the domineering Headmaster, his body wanted him to stay silent and continue watching the intoxicating scene unfold.

Headmaster Andrews placed the paddle he had been holding back down on the desk. Reaching for the zipper of his pants, he undid them, allowing himself to spring free from his boxers.

"Sierra hasn't learned that she must obey her superiors, so we must teach her to fully submit to authority. It is often best to start teaching this lesson in a language that is most applicable to them.

Sierra has little time to process those words before she is yanked from atop the desk by her hair. She lets out a sharp yelp behind the tie gag. Led to the floor, she lands on her hands and knees. Headmaster Andrews pulls her hair up, leaving her eye level with his exposed cock.

Sierra's eyes grow wide. None of the boys she had played with had ever been particularly well-endowed. Headmaster Andrews was thick and uncut. Sierra just stared at it, giving Andrews time to reach behind her and release the tie from her mouth.

Before she could react or yell out, he thrust his cock into her slightly parted mouth. Hard. Sierra gagged as he rammed into the back of her throat.

Peter watches this silently, eyes taking in the sight of his daughter in the compromising position. She had always taken after her mother in looks, but he never realized how many ways until he got this unfiltered view of her. Her blond hair was messy from the headmaster's abuse, her lips pursed around his cock, the peek of pale, firm ass exposing itself from her school skirt. He had never thought of all these things before, but now all he could imagine was what her mouth would feel like on him, what it would feel like to cup her round cheeks in his hands.

Despite the size of the headmaster, Sierra was well aware of what to do when giving a blowjob. She didn't have much control over this one, though. The headmaster was using her mouth to fuck himself more than anything else. The sound of Sierra's gags filled the room as the cock in her mouth assaulted the back of her throat.

Headmaster Andrews reached up to the top of her blouse. With a quick pull, the top three buttons of the girl's shirt popped open to reveal her lacy bralette. The headmaster grabs her nipple with her fingers and starts to massage it, invoking a moan from Sierra. It was easy to see through the thin fabric her nipples reacting to the touch and hardening with pleasure.

By this point, Peter Spencer's cock was in his own hand. There was little he could do to deny or hide his arousal now. Not after he had allowed this man to use his daughter right in front of him. To see her small breasts be fondled and hear her moans of pleasure.

"Mr. Spencer," the headmaster says, breaking the father's unwavering stare at his daughter. "For this to work properly, I need you to be fully on board with these methods, including being able to perform them yourself".

The father and daughter freeze. It was one thing to watch something. To convince themselves that they could perhaps go on pretending to be normal after that encounter. This would be a point of no return.

With a last few quick pumps of his cock in her throat, the headmaster lets out a groan, before pulling out and painting the chest of the eighteen-year-old with his cum. He then uses her disheveled ponytail and directs her toward her father. Sierra looks up at her father from on her knees, covered in cum, eyes wide and brimming with tears and mascara. Her father only hesitates a second before directing her head onto his dick.

He is far more gentle than the Headmaster. His hand gently rests on the back of her head, almost as a support rather than a force.

"Sierra, I want you to make sure you please your father. Do to him what you do to the boys out back. Don't be a disappointment at this point."

Sierra starts to actually put effort in, at first out of fear, then with earnest. She takes it deep in her throat, using her tongue to apply pressure and hit all the places the boys she had been with seemed to like.

Peter stares intensely at his daughter. The sight of his cock in her mouth was almost too much for him to even comprehend. His mind swam with arousal and, oddly, pride. She looked so grown-up. Yet her large eyes still looked up at him just like when she was just a little girl.

Sierra's father lets out a groan as she runs her tongue along his balls.

"That's a good girl, Sierra. Oh fuck, baby girl. You make Daddy feel so good. You make him so proud, " her father moans.

As the cock reenters her mouth and she wraps her tongue around it, her father lets out a final groan before releasing his cum into his daughter's mouth. He watches her swallow it, almost wanting to keep going just by the thought of it.

Headmaster Andrews speaks again. "Well, I think we've come a long way in today's session, but our training is nowhere close to over now. For the most effective results, I believe we should meet once a week until further notice."

Sierra looked to her father. His eyes lit with something dangerously excited at this. Her pulse quickened. Still, she couldn't shake the sly feeling that this was only the beginning. An arrangement that promised far more than today's session, for all three of them.