The Nine Punishments of Isabel

An excerpt from The Nine Punishments of Isabel

"Take off your skirt, my dear," Henry said in his stern voice. "Lay it on the chair." Isabel complied numbly, as if in a dream. "Lean over the desk." The girl did so and stood trembling slightly while Henry looked her over with with satisfaction.

Henry Appleby had seen plenty of young girls in this position before, but each one was different. This one was especially delightful. The black stockings and white knickers formed a charming frame.

WHACK! came the bamboo cane on her soft behind. Isabel gasped. The pain was sharp and concentrated, a stinging bar rising on her bottom. WHACK! came the second stroke.

"Oh, please, sir," she begged suddenly, the tears rising and the words sticking in her throat. "Please don't use the cane anymore. Anything else. Please! Anything!" She burst into tears.

But the pretty little delinquent was unprepared for Henry's alternative. "Take down your knickers," the teacher said evenly. Isabel sobbed harder, the tears gushing out of her. But she lowered her white underpants ashamedly. A hot blush burned in her cheeks, making her turn away.

Now Henry had an ideal view: of the rising welts across her buttocks and of her softly swelling pick girlhood. At the very center, on the lower surface of the firmly rounded mound, a pouting pink split peeped thru a sparse covering of soft blond curls.

Isabel uttered a sort of gasping groan as her mind got a firm grasp on what she was doing—and what she was showing. Henry pulled her forward and over his lap. The girl gave a yelp, and ineffectual struggles, as Henry's right hand came down to clasp one slim and silky bare buttock. Henry's manly unit began to respond to the feeling of having this beautiful nubile girl nearly naked across his groin.

The stern man's hand stroked and squeezed... and then SMACKED down. Sharp, crisp smacks met the warm and resilient rump. Isabel gasped and yelped and struggled, but Henry's other arm held firm around her upper body, his legs trapping both of hers. Isabel's lithe, black-stockinged legs wriggled and kicked; her pretty bare buttocks twisted and clenched. Henry smacked on, turning the pretty, pale bottom a uniform bright pink—and raising his manhood to full strength.

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