Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444
My nemesis is the Headmaster at the boarding school my parents sent me to. He’s on a mission to reform me into a polite young lady who adds value to society, but I just want to be bad. I guess he didn’t appreciate the gift I got him as a thank-you for letting me in. I hired a mariachi band to follow the Headmaster around for my first day, and it wasn’t more than a few hours after they arrived that he found me.
He burst through the door of my second period, band in tow, and pulled me out of class. He marched me down the hall and made me dismiss the band so they wouldn’t have to witness my punishment.
Paddle Me, Headmaster Perv
He ushered me into his office without prying eyes and locked the door. I rolled my eyes as he drew the blinds and pulled open the center drawer of his desk. The Headmaster slapped a twelve-inch wooden ruler against his palm as if that would scare me. “You need to learn your place, Miss Belle.” He hit the ruler against his hand again, and I faked a shiver.
“Please,” My eyes rolled even harder. “Do you really think a spanking will put me in my place? You’re just looking for any excuse to flip up my skirt, aren’t you, perv?”
“Don’t speak to me like that.” He grabbed my shoulder much firmer than I imagined and spun me around. He bent me over his desk, and the ruler smacked the back of my thighs, making me jolt. No one had actually spanked me before. I yelled out, and he did it again. The tip of the ruler then lifted the back of my skirt up over my tiny white cotton panties. Next, I felt the flat side of the ruler rub a small circle against my ass cheek, followed by the Headmaster’s moan. “I’m going to enjoy taming you, Miss Bell.”
Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444