A Metamorphic Downfall

Without warning he pulled her dress up and let it fall over her back, revealing her white and oh-so-innocent panties. "What are you doing?!" she yelled, the innocent nature of her panties contradicting the guiltiness of the woman wearing them and Ariel felt humiliated to have her underwear exposed to this demonstrably cruel man, however, she hadn't experienced half of it yet. Without responding to her prior objections, the man firmly grabbed her panties and forced them right down with his strong hands, exposing much more than just her underwear to him. Ariel shrieked in shock and embarrassment, instinctively reacting and reaching behind to grab her panties and try to prevent him from pulling them down.

The man, however, stronger and more powerful than her, held her arms back, held her down and barked at her to not move. Miss Anderssen immediately and shamefully obeyed the man she was only permitted to refer to as 'Sir' as a wave of confused feelings washed over her half-exposed body. "I think that a bit of corporal punishment is in order. Given your deviant sexual tendencies, you ought to enjoy this," the brutish man snapped, intent on applying what he deemed to be necessary discipline. Truth be told, even though she did fantasise about such things and evidently watched such pornography, Ariel had never actually tried any of the activities that she often got off to. She didn't know whether she was actually going to like it or not.

He took a step to the side and positioned himself appropriately, almost as though he had done this kind of thing before and knew what he was doing. Before he got started, he unbuttoned the cuff of his exquisitely ironed shirt and rolled up the sleeve, doing the same with his other sleeve until both of his strong, toned forearms were on display, giving him the freedom of movement that he would need. Ariel whimpered when the man rested his palm upon her arse, his skin touching hers. A few moments passed by silently, his hand not moving, before it suddenly alighted from the comfortable cushion of her cheek and came back down even faster and collided with her with a loud smack! She buckled in place, the powerful man steadying her as he pushed up against her body with his own.

The impact and the sting of it were like an electric shock, and the man let another few moments pass by before repeating the motion on her other, equally comfortable and wondrous cheek. Miss Anderssen cried out in pain like those she had watched on video receiving the same punishment had, quickly familiarising herself with how they felt whilst she enjoyed watching them and fantasising about being in their position. It was a unique sensation and unique feeling and Ariel tried to process what she was feeling both physically and psychologically as a range of emotions stirred up inside of her, though it was getting increasingly more difficult to think straight.

The man continued to alternate between her butt cheeks, spanking either one with consistent force, militant precision and a harmonious rhythm; like a slowly working metronome or beat of a drum, and her already radiant cheeks rapidly radiated a deeper shade of pink with each and every beat. It lasted several minutes, as long as those in her porn lasted which she was most familiar with, though it felt longer now that she herself was in the hot seat. Speaking of hot, that was what her arse was feeling like at this moment. Red hot.

The ruthless man paused his punishment, granting Ariel and her poor, beautiful butt respite. "I want you to thank me," he commanded, Miss Anderssen still trying to process her thoughts, feelings and what she was experiencing.

"Thank you..." she uttered, gently writhing in place.

"Thank you, what?" he replied, unsatisfied with her gratitude and manners.

"Thank you, Sir," she wisely corrected herself, forced to be both polite and grateful for her punishment. It was partly perfunctory and partly sincere; Ariel was thankful that she wasn't going to lose her job or career, however, she was also confusingly thankful for what she was finally experiencing, thankful for what he was doing to her physically and psychologically.

Ariel was strewn over the desk with the dominant man's hand rubbing and caressing her sore arse when she noticed an ominous, decorative cane - or at least what she thought was a decorative cane - leaning seductively against the immaculate mahogany desk, and it was something that Ariel couldn't help but fixate on. He didn't use it as a walking aid, but rather as a representation of his power and dominance over all who entered his office. The submitting headmistress had seen many like them in the porn that she often watched in the privacy of her office like the naughty girl that she was.

She was left unattended for a few moments as the man walked back around his desk to retrieve the cane that Ariel was staring at, and as she went to reach behind herself to comfort her throbbing arse the man interjected. "Don't," he said sternly yet coolly, Ariel stopping in her tracks and resting her palms on the cool mahogany. Whilst ruthless, the man had an elegant poise in his actions, even when doing something as simple as picking up a cane. The manner in which he did so was calculated and precise, something that did not escape Ariel's studious gaze.

She knew what was coming next for she had seen it countless times before, and a feeling of trepidation and shameful excitement roused within her. The man did indeed use the cane to walk on his return trip back around the large desk, though simply to clack the cane against the floor and build a suspenseful atmosphere for his visitor. It worked a treat and Ariel stirred gently in place, breathing vocally, her focus now no longer on the pains emanating from her backside but rather on the cane that was being wielded by the powerful, nameless man.

He inspected his work thus far, taking a look at her rosy and wonderful arse and handled her cheeks with a vigour that was not totally unwelcome. She could only imagine what it was he could see, the look upon his face and the thoughts running through his mind with the private and sexual parts of her body that were all within his field of view, including the most private and sexual of all between her legs. How utterly humiliating. The man gave no obvious indication as to his thoughts and simply took a couple of steps backwards until he was a little over arm's length away, then raised the hand which brandished the cane.

It moved toward her crimson cheeks and came to rest perfectly evenly over the inviting crevasse between them, and when it came into contact with her skin, Ariel involuntarily let out a gentle whimper. The man rhythmically tapped the cane against her sensitive backside in preparation for continuing Miss Anderssen's punishment, warming himself up for the first swat. The recipient held her breath in anticipation, expecting it to hit her like a train at any moment.

The cruel man seemingly wasn't one to give people a heads up, and the cane made an audible swish as it cut through the air and hurtled toward its awaiting beneficiary. A loud thwack! echoed around the spacious office, followed instantly by the yelp of Miss Anderssen experiencing her very first cane stroke. Ariel writhed and recoiled in pain, the man not stopping her from moving this time, as long as she didn't writhe too much. She was much too caught up in the sensations to consider whether it was anything like she had expected it to be or anything like she thought it might be based on what she had seen, the pain much more focused, localised and prominent than the hand spanking that had come before.

"Hold still," he instructed, keen to ensure that his strikes were accurate, for both their sake. Hold still she did, to the best of her ability, and after she had regained her composure the second strike struck her like lightning, a thunderous clap piercing the momentary tranquil silence. This time what Ariel felt was much too overwhelming for her to even make a noise, though recoil she still did. It struck her right to the core, Miss Anderssen even able to feel the effects of the cane in a place that made her feel great shame; her pussy.

Her arse throbbed with one sensation, whilst her pussy throbbed with quite another. The punisher could not see her face which Ariel was glad of, for it was rapidly turning as bright a shade as red as her arse was as she blushed with embarrassment at the reaction she was having to her punishment. He repeated his previous command and Miss Anderssen obeyed him immediately. "Good girl," he praised, again tapping the long cane against its target. The good girl was quickly learning what to expect with her caning, though that didn't make it any less unnerving.

The rhythmic tapping stopped and a large vortex of cool air briefly bridged the gap between her arse and the cane before it came crashing down against her burning skin for a third time. A hat-trick of cane marks and welts were sprouting upon her lush plains, though the triad would not remain a triad for very long. This was not what the headmistress expected to be doing when she woke up this morning and she couldn't hold it in, yelling out in pain as the number of welts on her backside continued to increase. Four, five, six; all the way up to ten, she thought. Her brain was frazzled and she had lost count by the time her punishment had concluded.

Ariel had taken every one of them like a champion and like the good girl that she was, and the man put the cane down onto the mahogany tabletop beside the cathartic submissive. He caressed her bottom, examining her backside and what he had just done to it. Sir pushed up against her again to get a closer look at her, and this time Ariel could feel something notably phallic, notably large and notably hard pressing against her and she couldn't say that she didn't like it. "Very good," he commended, massaging her aching arse, "Very good indeed."

Miss Anderssen was almost comatose when she heard the sound of the man's leather belt unbuckling, anticipating that was what she was going to be punished with next. He slowly removed his belt and, instead of taking it to Ariel's lovely arse, he carefully placed it beside the strewn headmistress and next to the cane that was clearly not just for decoration. "Get up," was the order, and not wanting to disappoint him she mustered the energy to do just that. The dress fell back down over her bottom half, covering the reddened moon she was now sporting as well as the other part of her that was also throbbing voraciously.

The caning hurt even more than the spanking did, and the spanking hurt a lot. Not only did it hurt more, but it elicited an even stronger reaction both inside and out. It was painful, shameful and humiliating, but it was transformative for her; a revelation. The reaction that her pussy was having was unmistakable. It was warm and throbbing between her legs, demonstrable signs of sexual arousal that were soon followed by another even clearer one; that of her pussy getting wet. She wondered whether the man had noticed these things, her reactions and her body language, and she felt even more embarrassed.

Despite her clearly aroused pussy now being covered by the dress, in her frayed state a strap of her dress had fallen off of her shoulder and down her arm, exposing one of her breasts due to her opting to forgo wearing a bra. Like her pussy before, he would've done well to not notice this, so he cruelly thought it appropriate to do away with the dress altogether. Gesturing toward her half-exposed bosom, the man told her to take it off and, with slight hesitation, off it came. It came off as easily as it went on first thing this morning, and tossing it on the floor left both Ariel's veneer and body completely and fully exposed to the cruel man. Whilst her career wasn't in tatters, her charade of being a powerful, dominant headmistress was.

"Get on your knees," was his next instruction and Ariel, keen to be a good girl, fulfilled his command. Down she got, her red arse resting upon her heels, and the man proceeded to unbutton his trousers and unzip his zipper. She may have been naïve enough to watch porn using company resources, however, Miss Anderssen was not naïve enough to not know what came next. Her eyes focussed on the bulging phallus beneath his suit trousers, anticipation abound, and the man put his hand down into them in order to release said phallus from its textile prison.

The naked, kneeling woman watched on with eagerness, and her love for such things seemed to be matched by her growing love for the debauched activities she was taking part in. Finally, released from the claustrophobic confines of the fabric, his cock was free. His big cock was a physical manifestation of his power, and Ariel was undeniably fond of his power and the physical manifestation of it. She gawked at it longingly with admiration and lust. She could not deny her love for cock, but there was something about this cock, the fact that it belonged to this man, this strong, powerful, dominant man and was so appropriately big and powerful that made her want it more than she had ever wanted any cock before.

Up she looked, into the piercing eyes of the man towering over her as he looked back at her, and he almost didn't need to say anything to his submissive. Her mouth hung slightly ajar, ready to please Sir in any way that he wanted and in a way that she hoped he wanted. Her hopes became a reality when he opened his own mouth to utter the words "I want you to suck my cock." That was what he wanted, and what Ariel secretly wanted was to do what he wanted. The man took an evocative step toward her, the tip of his bulging dick now only a matter of inches away from her face.

This barbaric man was going to force his barbaric cock right down her throat and there was nothing that Miss Anderssen could do about it, and even if there was, she didn't know whether she wanted to stop it. She waited expectantly and the man nodded with approval for Ariel to proceed. She gulped, nervously excited and anxious about the mighty task at hand then, hands-free at first, the headmistress did what perhaps many young men fantasise about their headmistress doing to them.

She took just the head of his dick into her mouth at first, which was sizeable in its own right, warming herself and her jaw up for taking it in deeper, as well as the numerous inches that followed. Ariel sucked on the head of his dick hungrily for a few moments before she couldn't help but raise her hand and take the rest of his dick into her palm. Whilst her blowjob technique wasn't yet perfect, it certainly wasn't one of a beginner, and she worked his thick, throbbing shaft with her hand whilst her mouth worked to take him farther inside.

Ariel sucked and stroked it like it was what she had been searching for her whole life, with a passion and desire that could not be feigned. That passion and desire aided her in her task to take his most desirable cock farther into her mouth, her lips making their way past the boundary of his swollen head to the far-reaching pastures beyond. Those pastures were teeming with his distinct flavour and Ariel could not get enough of how he tasted, how he felt and how he smelt and she was hungry for more, and she wasn't the only one.

Whilst he was enjoying himself, the man wanted to see just how talented Ariel's mouth and throat were and just how sorry she was for her misdemeanours and told her to take all of it inside her. She vacated her mouth of what she had taken of his dick so far and looked up at him, dumbfounded, still stroking it all the while. "All of it?" she repeated back to him, wanting to be sure that was what she had heard.

"All of it." Ariel would be lying if she said she didn't want to take all of it in her mouth and down her throat, she just wasn't sure whether she could physically manage it. Her mind was willing but she didn't yet know whether her body was, though she was about to find out.

"Yes, Sir..." she acknowledged, looking back at the large cock, all of which she had to get inside her mouth. She released her grip from the man's dick because what needed to be wrapped around it was her mouth and her throat. Miss Anderssen made her start, taking what she had taken before with ease and working past that point, her mouth and, now, her throat, quickly filling with cock.

She backed up abruptly, her gag reflex not the best trained that the man had ever seen, though she didn't let it stop her. Ariel pushed and fought through her body's instinct to gag, Sir's cock slowly but surely disappearing from view. There was a term for this that Ariel was naughtily familiar with being such a keen enthusiast of the genre; deepthroating. Like all of the spanking and caning porn she had downloaded onto her laptop, watched and masturbated to countless times before, deepthroating porn was also among them. In fact, sometimes, the spanking and caning ended with the dominant man deepthroating the submissive woman, and today had thus far played out just like one of her favourite videos.

Ariel's throat was warm and wet, not the only part of her body that was so, and the man was evidently enjoying himself as he looked down at Ariel and into her eyes. The headmistress was a little bit uneasy in her mind. She felt unparalleled shame and humiliation for being punished and made to do these things, yet she was also on cloud nine, in a headspace that she had never been in before. Her mouth and throat had warmed up to the length and girth of the man's dick and she sucked it and deepthroated it at a rhythm and depth that she found hypnotising.

A short time passed by, Ariel worshipping the man's beautiful cock and moaning with pleasure as the soundwaves she created fought to get past the cock that was filling her throat, and a feeling not at all alien to Ariel had crept up on her. The headmistress could shamefully feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, even though she wasn't playing with her wet, puffy pussy or rubbing her swollen clitoris. Simply by virtue of being forced to suck and deepthroat this man's dick, by being punished in the manner in which she had and was being punished, and by being humiliated and embarrassed by him had edged her all the way to the periphery of an orgasm.

But before she passed the threshold and came, the man emptied Ariel's throat of his cock to both her lung's relief and her sexual gratification's dismay. He told her to get up and she did. Her knees were sore but it was of no mind, every sensation that she was feeling at the moment was being registered in her mind as pleasure. "Bend over the desk," he followed up, Ariel sure of what was to come next and it was something that she had never, ever been more ready or desperate for.

Miss Anderssen reassumed the position she had taken previously over the large, expensive desk where she had been punished with spanking and caning a short while ago, however, it wasn't quite right. The man shuffled behind her and directed her to spread her legs, causing Ariel's face to flush bright red. As embarrassed as she might have been she did as the man said, but only to hear the word "Wider," find her ears. It was the most exposing and explicit position that she had assumed all day and she could sense the man looking directly between her now open legs and at her dripping wet pussy.

He had touched her arse aplenty but he had not yet touched her pussy, and when he did Ariel let out a gentle squeal. He inspected the condition that it was in and was delighted by what he discovered, and his fingers quickly became moist with the natural lubricants that Ariel's pussy was producing in abundance. The recent and unprecedented heatwave had caused droughts all over the country, however, there was most certainly no drought here and she was even wetter now than she was in the shower earlier.