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Halloween with the Headmaster is intended to be a lighthearted, somewhat tongue-in-cheek fantasy read. So just sit back and enjoy as Hallie experiences her best Halloween ever at Mrs. Bottom’s School for Girls…
Halloween with the Headmaster
by Cara Bristol
Lightning zigzagged across the night sky. Hallie squinted at the address she’d scribbled on her palm, then at a stone monument outside the massive house. Three five eight. Toilet paper obscured part of the first numeral in addition to some writing on the address marker.
Should she call to verify she had the right place?
No, Jack might get pissed. After last night, she wanted him happy. Her boyfriend complained she didn’t listen, didn’t pay attention. In actuality, the reverse was true. For six months, she’d hinted at what she needed, but he hadn’t picked up the cues.
When she had dredged the courage to confess, “Jack, I want to be spanked,” his reaction had been worse than she had feared. He’d stared at her like she was a bug under his feet. No, like a germ under the bug under his feet.
But the next day he’d called and told her to meet him.
“Are we going to a party?” She’d asked because it was Halloween, her most favorite holiday of the year.
“Yeah, a costume party,” he’d responded. So she’d dressed in her fantasy outfit. Now she wondered if he hadn’t been serious, but sarcastic. Was anything more embarrassing than showing up as the only person in costume?
Hallie pulled up her white knee socks that had slid to her ankles, then smoothed her hands over her white blouse and tugged at her plaid skirt. Just go inside. She nudged herself up the walk and rapped the heavy brass knocker, shaped like a hand. Seconds later, the door was flung open.
A man stood in the large foyer underneath a huge crystal chandelier. Behind him, the floor tile, Italian marble perhaps, continued down a long corridor. Rooms, their doors shut, branched off. But she didn’t see any people.
She’d made a fool of herself again.
The man said nothing, but fixed a quizzical gaze on her face. Hallie wet her lips. “Uh, Jack gave me this address?”
“Do you have the invitation?”
“I’m sorry miss, but this is a private party.”
“She’s my guest this evening.”
Another man stepped into the foyer from behind the massive wooden door. Tall, though not excessively so, he carried authority in his posture and wide shoulders. A welcoming smile eased the intensity of his piercing brown eyes. He wore charcoal gray slacks and a white oxford, the sleeves rolled to the elbows.
“Very well.” The first guy allowed Hallie to enter, then shut the door and disappeared down the hall.
“I’m Con Harris.” Her rescuer’s gaze never strayed from her face, but Hallie got the impression he recorded every detail, down to the number of buttons on her blouse and the scuff on her black patent leather shoes.
“Hallie Blair. Uh, is Jack here yet?”
“There might be a Jack.” He nodded. “I tried to meet as many guests as I could, but I may have missed someone. What’s his fantasy?”
“Fantasy?” Hallie twisted her mouth. Jack’s idea of a fantasy would be missionary position sex with the lights on. “Uh, I wouldn’t know.”
“But yours is to attend Mrs. Bottom’s School for Girls.”
“Mrs. Who?” Hallie clutched the collar of her blouse. Crap. “I’m sorry. I have the wrong address.” She turned toward the door.
“You didn’t come to be spanked?”
Warmth of embarrassment flared to a raging bonfire of excitement. A wild beat drummed in her chest. Jack had listened to her! He did care. He didn’t want to spank her himself, but he’d set this up so she could get what she craved. Or maybe he would do it himself. That he would try it meant the world to her.
She executed a crisp turn. “Why, yes I did.”
“Allow me to escort you to your classroom then. You’ve already earned demerits for tardiness. This way, please.” He beckoned and headed down the corridor, empty of all furniture except a bench outside one of the closed rooms. “The password, by the way, is “Spank or Treat.’”
Spank or Treat? Spanking was a treat. Hallie’s Mary Janes tapped on the tiles. At the last door Con stopped and gestured for her to enter.
Nine women dressed similarly in plaid skirts and blouses sat at wooden desks while another in school marm garb paced and whooshed an elongated a ruler through the air. Behind her, a girl, the backs of her thighs reddened, wrote on a large blackboard, “I will not chew gum in class.”
“I found Miss Blair outside,” Con said. His voice had gone stern. “I’m taking this one on as a personal project. If she causes any trouble, send her to me.”
“Certainly, Headmaster.” The teacher nodded.
Headmaster? Hallie’s snapped her head around. He winked, momentarily breaking his disapproving expression, then exited the room.
“We’ll don’t just stand there gawking, take your seat!”
A woman giggled as Hallie scurried to the nearest desk.
“Perhaps you’d like to share the joke with the class?” The teacher turned a stern eye on the woman. Hallie wasn’t sure what was going on, but a rollercoaster feeling sped through her. This was the most fun thing to happen to her since…well…never.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Bottom.” The giggler hung her head, but her eyes gleamed.
“Front and center, now.”
The woman trotted to the head of the class.
“Over the desk.”
She didn’t even try to mask her smirk as she assumed the position, and her micro skirt rode up to reveal a tiny G-string.
Anticipation swelled, and Hallie held her breath.
Hallie jumped. A beautiful red mark streaked across a pale moon.
Repeatedly, Mrs. Bottom struck. A classmate moaned, a whimper of sexual longing to be that girl, a feeling that echoed deep inside Hallie. By the time the woman’s ass glowed evenly, Hallie had drenched her thong.
The woman returned to her seat, rubbing her bottom, a happy smile on her face. Envy burned like an ember in Hallie’s stomach. The woman scribbling on the chalkboard finished her lines and returned to her seat.
“And now, if there are no further interruptions, let us proceed. Miss Blair, please pass your term paper to the front.”
“On the War of 1812.”
Hallie wiggled in her seat. A quick study, she’d caught the gist of Mrs. Bottom’s School for Girls. Trying to look shamefaced, she said, “I’m afraid the dog ate my homework, Ma’am.” Please, please, spank me too.
Mrs. Bottom tightened her lips into a slash of crimson. “Since history isn’t your forte, we shall switch to English grammar. Please explain what a gerund is and give an example.
A gerund was an I-N-G verb that functioned as a noun. I need a spanking. “Uh, isn’t a gerund a small rodent?”
Her classmates tittered.
“Silence!” Mrs. Bottom snapped the ruler against her desk. “That is a gerbil, Miss Blair,” she said icily. It’s obvious you think this is a joke. You leave me no choice but to expel you—“
Hallie’s stomach plummeted to the soles of her black Mary Janes.
“—and send you to the headmaster. Perhaps he can correct your incorrigible behavior.”
Hallie intercepted the jealous glances of the other women, and her hopes soared.
Mrs. Bottom grabbed a pad from her desk and began to write. “Tardiness, ten demerits. Failure to turn in homework, twenty-five. Disrupting the class, another twenty-five.” She tore off the sheet. “Take this to the headmaster, two doors down on the left.”
Hallie scooted to the front and retrieved the paper. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“You won’t thank me after Mr. Harris is finished with you.”
Hallie gulped as fresh doubts arose. She’d entered a game in which she didn’t know the rules or the players. Maybe it wasn’t even a game to them. Who knew what could happen to her? But Jack had set this up. He wouldn’t send her into a situation that wasn’t safe.
“I’m very disappointed in you.” Con Harris removed a paddle from the wall of a formerly luxurious office that had been redecorated to appear stark, furnished only with a gray metal desk, a rolling chair behind it, and a hard wooden one in front of it.
Hallie clasped her hands behind her back. Anticipation jitterbugged inside, making it difficult to remain still. “I’ll try better, Sir.”
Con shook his head. “You realize this will go on your permanent record?”
It would certainly be indelibly recorded in her memory as the best Halloween ever.
Con settled onto the hard chair and patted his lap.
After a couple of false starts, Hallie laid herself across his knees and steadied herself with her palms against the floor. His thighs formed a hard surface beneath her stomach, which fluttered like a panicked bird. She’d bumped against a different kind of hardness as she’d wiggled into place.
Con pressed his hand on her lower back. Her skin tingled underneath his palm.
“I’m going to lift your skirt.”
“All right.” This stranger would see her almost naked butt, but a shivery thrill trumped embarrassment. Finally.
Cool air caressed her skin.
Seconds later a satisfying fire glazed across her ass. She gasped. Another whack and delicious pain splintered across the other butt cheek.
“In the future you will be on time.” Smack. “Do your homework.” Smack. “And pay attention in class.” Smack.
Again and again the paddle fell.
She couldn’t help writhing and bucking with every searing, glorious blow. She relished it all, the feeling of helplessness, of his body shifting under hers, of the radiating burn that sharpened with each strike, the scold of his voice. She realized that even if Jack had performed the deed, it would have been awkward, nowhere near as wonderful.
She hoarded every spank to be savored later.
And then it ended. Con lifted her off his lap. Her ass throbbed, pulsing to a rhythm timed by her heartbeat. She dashed a trickle of wetness from her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”
“I’m not convinced. I believe that detention might be in order. You’ll report back for the next three Saturdays at 9 p.m. Of course, you’ll be paddled each time.”
She felt as a cork had popped from a bottle of champagne, and it bubbled inside her body. “Yes, Sir.” She nodded as meekly as she could.
“Wait outside my office, and I’ll see you to your car.”
Hallie winced as her ass connected with the hard bench. She couldn’t go back to Jack now. She knew him too well. He’d never allow her to return every Saturday to be spanked. He may have set this up, but probably he’d intended to teach her spanking wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. Except it was what it was cracked up to be. For the first time ever her hunger had been sated.
Her cell signaled the arrival of a text, and she peered at the screen.
Jack! How would she tell him? She opened his message.
Where the hell r u? Intended to tell u in person. This isn’t working 4 me. Sorry.
Meaning seeped into awareness. He broke up with me by text! She shook her head in disbelief at his crassness, but she felt relief rather than pain. Jack had never been right for her.
Con emerged from his office with a large black umbrella, and escorted her down the hall, cupping her elbow in a way that seemed almost possessive. “Did your fantasy live up to your expectations?”
“Exceeded them,” she answered.
He curved his lips into sexy grin. “Good, Mine too.” His smile slipped a little. “This Jack that you mentioned, is he your boyfriend?”
“Ex,” she answered, so grateful it was true.
Con stopped her in the foyer. “I’m not supposed to ask you, but…” He glanced around and then continued in a low voice, “Would it be okay if I called you?”
“I’d like that.”
Outside, a misty rain filled the night sky with sweetness Con held the umbrella over their heads. Water had washed the toilet paper from the sign on the lawn.
American Discipline Association, it read. Five Five Eight. Hallie laughed.
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