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Title: The Lingerie Secretary’s Secret Service

Madame LaVerne, the strict headmistress of Delectable Academy for Wayward Ladies, was renowned for her keen eye in detecting even the subtlest signs of disobedience amongst her students. And today, her intuition was on high alert.

Mademoiselle Cherie, the academy’s most temptress of a temptress, had arrived minutes ago for her morning lecture in Advanced Lingerie Appraisal. But Headmistress LaVerne detected something different about her secretary today – an extra sway in her hips, a more pronounced pout on her plump, glossy lips.

Cherie sat primly at her desk, an Exhibition 3000 model Rocketbook at the ready to transcribe the lesson. Under her tight, ruffled blouse, her heaving breasts threatened to bust the buttons with each deep intake of breath. Her pencil skirt had been artfully rolled up to expose ludicrously long miles of slim, stocking-clad legs, crossed demurely at the ankle.

Madame LaVerne approached slowly, high heels clicking ominously. Her pencil skirt complimented Cherie’s, as did her crisp white blouse, only Madam’s rack was a triple DD set to make Cherries look like acorns. She rounded the desk and blocked Cherie’s view of the whiteboard.

“Mademoiselle Cherie,” Madame LaVerne began, her husky voice sliding over each word like silk, “You appear…distracted today.”

Cherie lifted her intense blue eyes to her head mistress. A twinkle danced within their sapphire depths. “But of course not, Madame. I am your most attentive pupil.”

The headmistress narrowed her eyes. “You’re neglecting the most important lesson – the importance of discipline. Perhaps I should refresh your memory…” She glanced around, spotting the tie from Cherie’s off-the-rack suit discarded on the teacher’s desk. In one swift motion, she scooped it up and snapped the silk between her manicured hands. Cherie’s breath hitched.

With a look that promised a thousand deliciously deviant punishments, Madame LaVerne crooked a finger at her naughty secretary to bend over the desk. “Cherie, you’ve been BAD. Bend. Over.”

Dizzy with excitement, Cherie shimmied from the chair and assumed the presented position, forearms flat to the desk and glorious rump perched up. She felt the cool silk of the tie slip around her wrists and knot tight, pinning them together. Madame wrapped the loose end around the underside of the desk, pulling Cherie’s absurd ass higher so it balanced precariously on the strip of wood.

Cherie squirmed. Her pussy dripped at the feeling of restraint, of being bent to her boss’s will. She spread her legs as wide as her skirt allowed, panties soaking through. Madame noticed and stepped between Cherie’s splayed calves, pressing her divinely damp core against her pinned secretary’s bare feet. Cherie mewled.

With her free hand, the headmistress undid Cherie’s blouse with precise enthusiasm, her bony knuckles grazing the secretary’s braless breast. Fully exposed, her ample tits bounced with each enthusiastic mewl. Madame tweaked a nipple, then the other, hard. Cherie arched and cried out.

“Shhhh…” Madame soothed, trailing a finger down Cherie’s spine and dipping it teasingly under her panty line. “We mustn’t draw attention to ourselves. Unless, of course…” Her hand withdrew. A drawer slid open. The sweet clink of metal.

Soon, a heavy leather flogger unfurled. Its soft lashes whispered over Cherie’s exposed ass. Then – WHAP – its tough tips landed across her cheeks! She yelped. The pain crackled straight to her aching cunt. Madame raised the flogger and WHAP-ed again, higher this time, catching the top swells of Cherie’s heavy ass. Again and again and again, the flogger landed, marking each square inch of Cherie’s writhing rump scarlet.

Tears pricked Cherie’s eyes. Wet flooded between her thighs. The intricate sting spread delicious warmth through her entire body. “More, Madame,” Cherie panted. “Please, more…”

“Not until you learn your lesson.” Each word dripped with lust as the headmistress smacked the flogger against the desk beside Cherie’s head. She dipped her fingers into Cherie’s soaked, cloth-covered slit, teasing. “Looks like you need a reminder of who’s boss around here.”

Cherie’s hands scrabbled uselessly at her bonds. She’d never wanted Madame more – never wanted anything more than this woman’s authority raining down on her helpless, heaving body.

Just then, the door to the lecture hall burst open. Mademoiselles all startled. The Headmistress whirled, flogger raised. But it was only the headmistress of nutrition – who stood gaping, eyes wide as saucers at the sight of the tied-up schoolgirl bottomless. Madame LaVerne and Cherie locked eyes.

And then they dissolved into a fit of raucous, wicked laughter. They’d been busted. But a moment later, Madame LaVerne was scowling. “Out!” she barked at the nutrition mistress. The other woman fled, shutting the door with enough music and giggling that it echoed.

“Don’t think for a second that you’re off the hook.” Madame rounded on her still-pinned secretary, lips quirked. “My office. Now. I have an appointment with your bottom.”

Cherie nodded breathily, not trusting herself to speak. The Headmistress undid the tie and helped Cherie to stand. She swatted her secretary’s bright red ass as Cherie conducted herself in teetering limp-legged steps towards the headmistress’s chambers.

Once safely behind closed doors, Madame pushed Cherie face down over her desk. She lifted her pencil skirt over her hips, fully exposing Cherie’s glistening, inflamed cunt. “I’m going to give you a spanking you’ll remember the rest of the semester,” Madame purred, fingers stroking Cherie’s hot wet folds. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my naughty little secretary?”

“You know I would, Madame,” Cherie breathed. And then her world exploded in sensation as Madame LaVerne began her lesson in earnest.

Cherie learned the hard way that her boss was the undisputed ruler of Delectable Academy. She learned she would be riding Medium Rare for the next week. She learned that she would have many more punishments to endure for her future dalliances. And she learned that she couldn’t wait.