Shooting pains seared down my arms right from the shoulders, down to where the cheap polyester tie still bound my wrists together behind my back. One side of my face was pressed to the cold floor and I could feel his cum drying and flaking on the exposed side of my face.He was sat in his chair; head tilted back, leaning on the wall behind him with a look of utter bliss on his face. I pulled my legs closer to my chest, too exhausted and humiliated to bother trying to get up. The creaking of his chair aroused my attention but I was too slow to react to his movement.He hooked one of his muscular arms through mine and yanked me up, aggravating my already strained sore shoulders. Though my legs were still shaking I managed to stand. Lessening the tension in his grip on me he roughly took my chin and turned my head so I was facing him.“Twenty fucking years.” He hissed. “Not a day has gone by I haven’t thought about the depraved things I want to do to you. How you’d repay me for not expelling you.”“Please, sir…” His grip tightened on my chin and he pulled me even closer.Through gritted teeth and deep breath came his response.“Don’t. Fucking speak. Until spoken. To.”As he said ‘to’ he unhooked his arm from behind me and dismissively pushed me away by my face. I fell, ass first, onto the cold floor again.“It’s Friday now, no one will be here for days. Heavens knows, no one’s going to come looking for me. What about you Miss Jones?” He smirked as I cowered. “No, didn’t think so.”Taking hold of the collar of my shirt he pulled me to my feet. As he did so the thin cotton of the shirt ripped along the seams cutting into my skin. His hands gently wrapped around my neck holding me upright. The other moved to the zipper at the side of my skirt. Almost delicately he undid the zipper, his eyes never leaving mine, letting the skirt fall to mersin escort the floor in a heap by my feet.There was almost a feel of affection to his actions.It was a fleeting moment. He was like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, the kindness and affection vanished, replaced with a malice that had me clenching my abdominal muscles in fear. He cocked his head and sneered at me, grabbing at the shirt, this time from the other collar and he literally ripped it from my body. A shudder shook through me but my brain still seemed to be confused as to whether it was feeling pleasure or pain. An involuntary whimper came from my mouth.“Remember you are supposed to be a big girl now. I think you played the naughty little girl to get exactly this reaction from me. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? You naughty little bitch, you were probably late on purpose too.” He roared and continued his speech. “I think you’ve enjoyed yourself so far, haven’t you? I want you to beg me for the rest of your punishment.”Standing in the Headmaster’s office, in my slutty red underwear, bound by my old school tie, cum still flaking off my face, being held up by my throat. I should have wanted to leave. Get as far away as possible from this man. All I could think about was his big dick. Words just came tumbling out of my mouth again.“Sir, please sir, honestly I didn’t meant to be late and I know I’ve done horrible things, and I am really sorry. F-for everything. I deserve to be punished. I want you to punish me, please.” My sexual urges had corrupted my rational thought, my body had almost detached itself and I felt mydefenseshad completely worn away.I saw a twinkle in his eye as a satisfied smile spread across his face, he licked his lips and patted me on the cheek with his free hand.“Good girl, you are going to take your punishment like a big girl?”He moved me over mersin escort bayan towards his desk, taking me by the wrists and the back of my neck deliberately moving my face onto the worn surface. Applying a gentle pressure to the back of my neck to keep me in place, he used his free hand to untie me. As the blood rushed back to my arms and hands I breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived as he spun me around, pinning my arms above my head. His mouth moved to my breasts, biting, nibbling and teasing my already hardening nipple urging it out of my bra.The tie appeared again as if from nowhere, one hand reached for my exposed tit. He started squeezing the nipple increasingly harder between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger, twisting it sharply from side to side. Taking a sharp, pleasure filled intake of breath my eyes widened as he pushed me back, binding my sore wrists together, attaching the material to some sort of hook on the wall above my head.My rebellious streak kicked in from nowhere, and with a new found burst of energy I twisted and wrenched my body, kicking out my legs at him. I wanted to get out and home. “Enough!” He shouted. The lust in his eyes intimidated me to my very soul as he gave a pitying laugh at my pathetic attempt of escape. Grabbing a large, sharp pair of scissors from his desk he moved towards me and I stopped still.He ran his free hand lightly right up the inside of my thigh. The look of menace in his eyes mixed with the softness of his touch made my knees start to tremble. His fingers traced a delicate line upwards and I could feel my pussy lips swelling. Reaching the side of my panties he opened the blades of the scissors and in one big snip he cut the red material sideways across my pubic bone. I held my breath as they fell off exposing my shaved pussy. My mouth opened, escort mersin but no sound came out.Licking his lips, he purposefully moved his mouth to my breasts before tracing his fingers up, circling slowly round my breasts, then up to my swollen nipple. He swiftly snipped through the strap and side of the bra. Putting the scissors down on the table he freed my breasts from the destroyed underwear leaving the remains hanging off one shoulder.He put his thumb in my mouth and rubbed it around as he sharply pinched and roughly twisted one of my nipples. I squealed biting down on his thumb but the harder I bit the harder he twisted. My clit was starting to twitch again and I felt a small trickle of wetness again from my pussy I hoped he couldn’t see. I relaxed my jaw and he released my nipple, quickly plunging his thumb up and into my wet, waiting pussy towards my g-spot.As quickly as it had entered me the thumb was out, coated in my hot, wet juices. He smeared them up to my swollen clit and started alternating between circling it and pinching it. I was in another world, completely unaware of what noises I was making or anything other than the intense pleasure that the pain and humiliation were bringing me. Then it all just stopped, I opened up my eyes to see him taking a step back. A low mean laugh filled the room.“Look at you. Dripping on my floor like a dirty little slut. You can’t wait for me to fuck you like the little spiteful bitch you are, can you?”I’d never felt more vulnerable in my life. I couldn’t even cry. I imagined him trying to redeem himself after my prank. The sustained emotional abuse and torment I caused him. Turning his back to me he started digging about at the desk, turning around I could see in each hand, bulldog clips.“Sir, no plea…” My voice was muffled as I found my shredded red, damp panties being crammed into my mouth. The tears came back streaming down my face as he started snapping the clips open and closed as he advanced towards me in a way I could see he was finding comical. I howled when he snapped them on me simultaneously.