MR GREGG GETS HIS

Author: Brian - bfurse@globalnet.co.uk

(In "Dominic's Day", Dominic, an 18 year old student, has insulted his swimming coach, Mr. Gregg and as a result has been sent to the Headmaster who has given him a hard and painful bare-arse spanking. He then goes to Mr. Gregg to apologize, but finishes up across the knee of a buck naked Mr. Gregg, suffering his second hiding of the day. After that he goes home to his father and his elder brother. In the meantime, Mr. Gregg is still sitting, stark naked, trying to control his excitement and lust...)

Mr. Gregg sat there for a few minutes, waiting for his enormous hard on to subside before he got dressed again. But just at that moment, his door swung open and in walked the Headmaster. In the moment that he took in the sight of the swimming coach sitting there naked, the Headmaster felt a quick surge of heat in his loins, which he had to suppress quickly.

"What are you doing?" he asked Mr. Gregg, who struggled to his feet, thus revealing to the Headmaster his large endowment.

"Headmaster, I - I - I've just been talking to Dominic."

The Headmaster secretly though that that explained everything, but said sternly, "I don't think you should interview students stark naked; it seems to me that that's a disciplinary offense."

"Yes, Headmaster, I'm sure it is," said Mr. Gregg, "and I am willing to submit to your discipline if you wish."

"I do so wish," said the Headmaster, getting excited again, "why don't you bend over your desk so that I can give you a good hard whacking on your backside." "And that's not the only thing I would like to do to it," he muttered to himself.

So Mr. Gregg stretched himself out on the desk, taking care to make sure he was not squashing his cock and balls, which hung down between his opened legs. The Headmaster thought Mr. Gregg looked quite splendid, lying spread-eagled, waiting for a good seeing-to, which the Headmaster was determined he was going to get! The Headmaster started by rubbing his hands over the spread arse cheeks in front of him, spreading them further until Mr. Gregg's sphincter opening was revealed to the Headmaster's rapt gaze. Valiantly ignoring the fact of his own rampant hardon as well as the more than suggested hardon being sported by his victim, the Headmaster lifted his arm.

Whoosh! Crack!! His hand came down hard on Mr. Gregg's right buttock, but before the poor guy had time to moan or cry, it had delivered an equally stinging blow to the left buttock. More hard hand slaps rained down on Mr. Gregg's arse which was turning a bright pink, as the Headmaster paused to admire his handiwork. "Thank you, Sir" croaked Mr. Gregg through his gasps of pain, "I really deserve that. I really need some more, Sir!"

"And you're going to get it," said the Headmaster who was of course thoroughly enjoying himself. He bent to his work again with a will, this time raining all the blows on one buttock until it was fiery red and Mr. Gregg was unable to hold back his cries of pain as the stinging blows sent waves of pain throughout the whole of his arse and genitals. Having satisfied himself with the color of that buttock, the Headmaster went to work with a will on the other one until that one was the same color. Mr. Gregg by now was crying with the pain he was having to endure and begging the Headmaster to stop. However, the Headmaster was now well into his stride, and he continued to whack the helpless teacher until he thought that his arse was so swollen and sore that Mr. Gregg would not be able to sit down for a week or more!

At last he let the teacher stand up, which he was able to do only with great difficulty and with yelps and cries as the movement sent yet more waves of pain coursing through his butt.

"You have done very well," said the Headmaster, and you have been adequately punished. All that arse needs now is a good fuck."

"If that is your wish, Sir, . . . " said Mr. Gregg, bending over the desk again as the Headmaster tore off his own clothes . . . .