A CP fantasy. Part 4. The finale
"Loosen his restraining straps Miss Davies and let him up"
"Yes Sir".
She quickly released wrist, midriff, knee and ankle restraints and moved back round to offer Paul some assistance in dismounting from the caning apparatus if he needed it.
She took both his hands as he somewhat clumsily tried to extricate himself.
He managed to stand up straight with much needed support from Nicolette.
His full on erection now in full flop.
Nicolette wasn't sure what made her eyes divert to the compartment built into the apparatus's cushion, but look she did.
Splattered all over the inside was a small puddle of fresh semen.
The Head hadn't yet noticed it, but he had noticed the grimace on Nicolette's face at something on or in the apparatus.
"Pull your pants and trousers up Mason" he instructed as he moved round to investigate what was troubling Nicolette.
What he saw took him by surprise at first and then annoyance as it sunk in what had happened.
"Wait outside Mason and close the door on your way out.
Stand in front of the belt rack, hands behind your head"
"Yes Sir" he blurted, glad to put distance between himself and that caning contraption.
He moved back into the outer office and wondered if he was going to get away with ejaculating all over the Head's leather bound caning trestle.
It was somewhat ominous that he was directed towards the belt rack as though that's where the next part of this nightmare punishment session was headed.
Was he to pick up that XH belt and move to the punishment circle?
The burning hot heat from his backside took his mind away from such a thought.
He felt his briefs chafing away at the weals and was in a continuous state of discomfort.
He wanted to furiously try and rub the pain away but he knew there'd be a CCTV camera watching him.
Meanwhile, back in the Head's inner office Thompson had invited Nicolette over to the fireside for a fireside chat as they were called.
They both sat down.
"I've never seen that happen - ever" confided Thompson.
Nicolette was as shocked as he was.
"He's either got pleasure from the prospect of a sound caning or was turned on by something else or a combination of both" Thompson speculated.
Nicolette couldn't argue with that logic.
He hadn't directly stated that she herself might have been that second excuse that had stimulated Mason so intensely.
"What are we to do Headmaster" she asked, looking for leadership.
"Well first we'll get him back in here to clean that mess up. Next, I think a yellow slip should address the situation at hand" he speculated.
"Do you want me to belt him just now" Nicolette wondered.
"It would seem appropriate"
"Can I make a suggestion Headmaster?" she asked.
"Go on"
"The poor boy's been severely punished twice today.
Can you issue a yellow slip and I'll defer it till Monday morning?
That lets him recover and spend the whole weekend dreading his first encounter with the XH belt."
Thompson liked the sound of that.
"That's what we'll do" he concluded.
"Send him in with a pack of Dettol wipes and sanitiser spray to start with and I'll issue him with a yellow slip. You can break the good news that it'll be held over till first thing Monday morning" he remarked to Nicolette as he she exited his office.
She was glad to see he was obeying the Head's order and was stood obediently by the belt rack.
She went over to speak to him there.
"You'll get some cleaning materials from the cupboard over there and go into the Head's office and thoroughly clean that mess up and then we'll have those trousers down and inspect that bottom of yours. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss", Paul trotted off, gathered some cleaning materials and went knocking on Thompson's door.
"Come in" he bellowed from behind his desk.
"Sir" he started but was cut short.
"Just get it thoroughly cleaned and sanitised Mason" and stand in front of my desk when you're done".
"Yes Sir", he was as keen to clean it up as Thompson was to see it cleaned up!
He wiped up the bulk of it with kitchen towel and wiped it over with the antiseptic wet wipes.
A final spray of sanitiser and wipe over and it was as good as new.
He moved to the front of Thompson's desk saying nothing.
"You do know I should just issue you with another pink slip and have you back on that block for eight more strokes on Monday don't you?" he jibed at Mason.
Guilt, shame and embarrassment forced him to mutter "Yes Sir".
However, as you've been severely punished twice today I'm in a benevolent frame of mind and you shall be let off with a yellow slip referral which Miss Davies will process for you right now"
He handed Mason the yellow slip which listed the offence as 'Highly improper behaviour in the Headmasters office'.
"Consider yourself let off lightly. Now get out of my sight".
Nicolette was waiting for him and he went straight to the front of her desk and handed her the yellow slip, dreading the order to fetch the XH and take up position in the punishment circle.
She could sense he thought he was going to be belted right there and then.
"This can wait until Monday young man but be aware that you'll be getting 4 severe strokes of that XH belt first thing on Monday morning.
"Yes Miss", relief was tinged with dread now about Monday morning.
Now come round here and drop those trousers and pants for inspection.
She hadn't really caught sight of those last four ferocious strokes.
With a soft, delicate and sensitive feel, she carefully traced her fingers through each weal.
Proudly observing that her two strokes had borne redder and thicker weals that the Head's first six.
The last four though were really quite shocking.
Mason shifted uneasily as her fingers softly stroked along each weal.
He was starting to get aroused again and Nicolette could see flickerings and a twitching of his manhood.
With the slightest and softest of playful pats to his well striped bottom, she told him to pull his pants up.
It had been a testing and trying day for them both.
Extremely painful for Paul but equally testing for Nicolette.
Both had got through the day.
In both their heads was the feeling that they wanted to see more of each other.
They had shared so much this day.
Nicolette was mindful that she had a professional duty to not get involved in any sort of relationship with a pupil.
She vowed to remind herself of that duty in the weeks to come.
>>>>>> Would Nicolette stay true to her professional obligations?
Would Paul stay out of trouble and avoid a full on six of the best from that fearsome XH Lochgelly?
Several scenarios have played out in my head and go down an avenue best left unwritten. <<<<<<
"Yes Sir".
She quickly released wrist, midriff, knee and ankle restraints and moved back round to offer Paul some assistance in dismounting from the caning apparatus if he needed it.
She took both his hands as he somewhat clumsily tried to extricate himself.
He managed to stand up straight with much needed support from Nicolette.
His full on erection now in full flop.
Nicolette wasn't sure what made her eyes divert to the compartment built into the apparatus's cushion, but look she did.
Splattered all over the inside was a small puddle of fresh semen.
The Head hadn't yet noticed it, but he had noticed the grimace on Nicolette's face at something on or in the apparatus.
"Pull your pants and trousers up Mason" he instructed as he moved round to investigate what was troubling Nicolette.
What he saw took him by surprise at first and then annoyance as it sunk in what had happened.
"Wait outside Mason and close the door on your way out.
Stand in front of the belt rack, hands behind your head"
"Yes Sir" he blurted, glad to put distance between himself and that caning contraption.
He moved back into the outer office and wondered if he was going to get away with ejaculating all over the Head's leather bound caning trestle.
It was somewhat ominous that he was directed towards the belt rack as though that's where the next part of this nightmare punishment session was headed.
Was he to pick up that XH belt and move to the punishment circle?
The burning hot heat from his backside took his mind away from such a thought.
He felt his briefs chafing away at the weals and was in a continuous state of discomfort.
He wanted to furiously try and rub the pain away but he knew there'd be a CCTV camera watching him.
Meanwhile, back in the Head's inner office Thompson had invited Nicolette over to the fireside for a fireside chat as they were called.
They both sat down.
"I've never seen that happen - ever" confided Thompson.
Nicolette was as shocked as he was.
"He's either got pleasure from the prospect of a sound caning or was turned on by something else or a combination of both" Thompson speculated.
Nicolette couldn't argue with that logic.
He hadn't directly stated that she herself might have been that second excuse that had stimulated Mason so intensely.
"What are we to do Headmaster" she asked, looking for leadership.
"Well first we'll get him back in here to clean that mess up. Next, I think a yellow slip should address the situation at hand" he speculated.
"Do you want me to belt him just now" Nicolette wondered.
"It would seem appropriate"
"Can I make a suggestion Headmaster?" she asked.
"Go on"
"The poor boy's been severely punished twice today.
Can you issue a yellow slip and I'll defer it till Monday morning?
That lets him recover and spend the whole weekend dreading his first encounter with the XH belt."
Thompson liked the sound of that.
"That's what we'll do" he concluded.
"Send him in with a pack of Dettol wipes and sanitiser spray to start with and I'll issue him with a yellow slip. You can break the good news that it'll be held over till first thing Monday morning" he remarked to Nicolette as he she exited his office.
She was glad to see he was obeying the Head's order and was stood obediently by the belt rack.
She went over to speak to him there.
"You'll get some cleaning materials from the cupboard over there and go into the Head's office and thoroughly clean that mess up and then we'll have those trousers down and inspect that bottom of yours. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss", Paul trotted off, gathered some cleaning materials and went knocking on Thompson's door.
"Come in" he bellowed from behind his desk.
"Sir" he started but was cut short.
"Just get it thoroughly cleaned and sanitised Mason" and stand in front of my desk when you're done".
"Yes Sir", he was as keen to clean it up as Thompson was to see it cleaned up!
He wiped up the bulk of it with kitchen towel and wiped it over with the antiseptic wet wipes.
A final spray of sanitiser and wipe over and it was as good as new.
He moved to the front of Thompson's desk saying nothing.
"You do know I should just issue you with another pink slip and have you back on that block for eight more strokes on Monday don't you?" he jibed at Mason.
Guilt, shame and embarrassment forced him to mutter "Yes Sir".
However, as you've been severely punished twice today I'm in a benevolent frame of mind and you shall be let off with a yellow slip referral which Miss Davies will process for you right now"
He handed Mason the yellow slip which listed the offence as 'Highly improper behaviour in the Headmasters office'.
"Consider yourself let off lightly. Now get out of my sight".
Nicolette was waiting for him and he went straight to the front of her desk and handed her the yellow slip, dreading the order to fetch the XH and take up position in the punishment circle.
She could sense he thought he was going to be belted right there and then.
"This can wait until Monday young man but be aware that you'll be getting 4 severe strokes of that XH belt first thing on Monday morning.
"Yes Miss", relief was tinged with dread now about Monday morning.
Now come round here and drop those trousers and pants for inspection.
She hadn't really caught sight of those last four ferocious strokes.
With a soft, delicate and sensitive feel, she carefully traced her fingers through each weal.
Proudly observing that her two strokes had borne redder and thicker weals that the Head's first six.
The last four though were really quite shocking.
Mason shifted uneasily as her fingers softly stroked along each weal.
He was starting to get aroused again and Nicolette could see flickerings and a twitching of his manhood.
With the slightest and softest of playful pats to his well striped bottom, she told him to pull his pants up.
It had been a testing and trying day for them both.
Extremely painful for Paul but equally testing for Nicolette.
Both had got through the day.
In both their heads was the feeling that they wanted to see more of each other.
They had shared so much this day.
Nicolette was mindful that she had a professional duty to not get involved in any sort of relationship with a pupil.
She vowed to remind herself of that duty in the weeks to come.
>>>>>> Would Nicolette stay true to her professional obligations?
Would Paul stay out of trouble and avoid a full on six of the best from that fearsome XH Lochgelly?
Several scenarios have played out in my head and go down an avenue best left unwritten. <<<<<<
