After berating her for a number of imagined 'crimes', during which monologue she stood with eyes dutifully cast down, he pretended to find a new offense, in that she wasn't conforming to the dress-code of the school. Swiveling his chair sideways, he told her to stand in front of him, parting his legs so that she was between his ankles. "I do believe that, wretched little girl that you are, you're not wearing a brassiere!" he declared. "Show me whether I'm wrong or not, Maryon!"
With fingers that really were trembling, though more from a morbid excitement arising from shivery shame at what she was doing than from actual fear of the consequences, the demure-eyed blonde loosened the knot of her tie slightly, then began to unbutton her frilly-fronted white blouse from the top down, halting every now and then as though asking whether any further. But always an impatient nod of his head would drive her to the next button until finally she must draw the garment out of her tight waistband, undo the last button, and let the thing rest on her heaving bosom. While she stood with hands behind her, he took hold of the blouse's edges and pulled them apart, so that her bare and beautiful breasts in their creamy-white glorious wealth were open to his gaze and touch. "You see!" he said, indicating her bounty in such a way that his fingers stroked her nipples to full and expectant erection. "Since you seem to be shameless I will try to shock you into some sense of shame. Come closer!"
When her bare knees were touching the edge of his seat and she could feel the warmth of his calves against hers, Jenner took hold of the blouse-hem, fastened the lowermost button, and tucked the thing into her skirt again – not forbearing to tickle her flanks and fondle her snug-pantied rear end – but this time in such a way that the frilled white edges circled outside her breasts, pressuring them closer to each other and forming a perfect frame that ran in a diamond shape from the straining top button and tie-knot to follow the curves of her breast's outer contours, run slightly, tightly, under their blossoming overlap, to meet at her waistline, her cute little hole of a navel lending a shadowed period to the erotic design. Maryon's pulse began to race as he pretended to arrange her more shamelessly, jiggling her boobs on his warm palms as he pushed them up and apart with his thumbs caressing the satiny skin on their inner sides.
Forgetting himself for a moment, he lowered his mouth to their centers and excitingly sucked and scraped at her hard red nipples' length and tips so that she was soon eager for him to continue her harassment.
Presently, adopting a 'this'll-hurt-me-more-than-you' tone, he cleared the top of his desk and personally laid her out to his satisfaction. Getting her to face one comer of it, he went around the other side and, taking her cool hands, pulled her forward until, slowly, her aroused nipples touched the cold leather of the top. He made her jostle there a while, knowing this would add to her randiness, making sure they scraped the surface, then lower she was brought until she felt her breasts flattening against the chilled desk. He pulled at her wrists until she could just grasp the far side of the desk, which position lifted her lower body until she was on straining tip-toe, while the comer of the wood pressed pleasurably-painfully on the front of her pelvic girdle, sending sweetly sick shocks up through her belly and into her breathless breasts.
Now he went around behind her and stood for a moment, and she knew he was surveying the pert upward thrust of her posterior, the drawn-up short brown skirt that almost revealed it, and the long, slender length of her legs as they ran childishly out of the high-stretched white socks and enticingly, palely, into the shadows of the skirt's peak. To add to his pleasure, she wriggled her ass… and found to her pleased surprise that this sent fresh waves of arousing anticipation through her slim frame. Deliberately, taking his time, Jenner caught hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it up over her back, for the first time seeing the curvaceous casing her old brown school panties gave his victim's buttocks, cutting into the deep valley between her cheeks and revealing in every last intimate detail their dimples and rack-stretched planes and hollows on their otherwise perfectly symmetrical globes. He left her like this for a minute and she was about to turn her anxious head to see or ask what he was doing when she felt him up close to her again, and realized with a fresh thrill that he'd stripped, at least part way, for his bare legs were against hers and a soft-heavy truncheon was bouncing against her butt. Then his hands were up under her skirt and his fingers hooked into the top of her panties, pulling slowly down so that again she grew excited as the tight elastic slid between her belly and the skirt and reluctantly left her chubby cheeks to the caress of the air. As the panties were pulled down past her pubic mound where it rested so excruciatingly delightfully on the desk's corner she moaned softly, already manipulated to the point where she thought that a mere touch would send her into orgasm. But she contained herself and let him continue.
The brown panties were now swiftly drawn down her aching legs and over her feet, and now her bare ass was fully exposed in all its vulnerable, up-and-outhrust whiteness beneath the rim of brown skirt. Maryon flinched at the thought of the expected blows on her trembling cheeks… and flinched again for a moment as the first open-handed slap descended an her and drove her thinly-covered clitoral concavity against the hard and pointed corner of the desk. But then, as wonderful waves of weirdly oooohh! – oooohh! – oooohh! – bringing sensation swam powerfully through her stretched body, she began to relax and enjoy. There was something strangely intoxicating about being so wantonly exhibited in this way, for she knew that between her legs the wet and widening red lips of her cunt must be presented to Jenner's view, and the tight brown hole of her ass had to be staring at him with its winking, wrinkle-edged little eye.
She was momentarily disappointed when, after only a dozen or so stinging slaps to her ready rump, he ceased, but then a feverish shiver of exultation flashed throughout her straining torso and lit her moist blue eyes as she felt her ankles firmly grasped and raised so that her knees bumped against the desk's edge. He slid her creased thighs a little along that same edge until her cuntish arena was free of the top altogether, then walked his fingers along the underside of her legs from knee to hip-bone, moving in closer to her until she felt his hot cock tip titillatingly against her lower lips, anxiously pressing for entrance into her. Obligingly she jerked her white little bunny-fanny up and drew her knees apart to pull her languishing labia into a more easily penetrable portal. At the same time his hand slid down and around her smooth thigh to grasp his dick and immediately she quivered as his first inward assault began.
She'd never been taken quite like this, she thought, as she discovered a fresh thrill in having his fleshy belly repeatedly touch the trembling spheres of her spank-flushed buttocks. And when he leaned in over her and slid his hands under her breasts, she went wild with purely selfish sensation which set her to wriggling and writhing and bucking and bumping beneath his welcome weight although, from the stronger strokings of his ravaging rod, he probably thought she was doing it for his benefit. Her chaotic thoughts could not clearly sort the various new diversions this posture offered her, but above all she appreciated most the running rub of his bounding bludgeon as it rode lovingly against the top of her vaginal sheath instead of its lower, more usual layers.
In an ecstasy of exhilaration, Maryon clamped her legs tightly about his naked waist and pumped them like a frog's in water, dragging him into her clenching, grinding orifice until at last he was driving his very roots hard against her firm-fleshed vulva with every frantic thrust. Her nipples were being exuberantly tweaked in the scissoring forks of his frenzied fingers and her breasts moved, expertly controlled by her mammary muscles, to roll and throb sweatily in his hot and fervid embrace. The small crisp sea-anemone at the inner end of her volatile vagina extruded its tendrils of sensation to excite them both and she droned droolingly against the leather-topped desk as his dick thundered dully at the door of her womb. In one sudden, swift, and completely coordinated though unconsidered move, the screw-happy schoolgirl moved her hands back and down to grasp the sides of the desk and began to hurl herself with strong and powerful heaves back against the thrusting hips of her enthusiastically invited invader so that as her rampaging rump rode whompingly up into his soft belly and the tender skin of her breath-ballooning breasts stretched and cushioned on the hard heels of his hands, the very desk creaked and groaned in seeming unison with their redoubled exertions and trembled beneath them as though it, too, were approaching some monumental climax.