Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Another part, though, told me that Alpha and Sala were absolutely right: Tessara needed this, just as her schoolmates did. The constant vibrations I’d felt from my handheld device as Tessara’s governor took the edge off the need in her pussy told me how very aroused the scene had gotten her. She had broken the rules, just as Lydia and Elara had, and she must learn the consequences of such misbehavior here on her new home world. More important, those consequences would help mold her into the happy, submissive mate for whom I yearned.
Mrs. Porter’s melodious voice cut through my reverie. “Gentlemen, please make yourselves comfortable,” she said, gesturing to a row of imposing leather armchairs arranged along one wall of the music room. “You’ll have an excellent view of the proceedings from there.”
I moved toward the indicated seating, my eyes never leaving Tessara’s trembling form. As I settled into the butter-soft leather, I couldn’t help but marvel at the attention to detail in every aspect of the academy. Even these chairs, designed for witnessing punishment, were crafted with the utmost care and comfort in mind.
From my vantage point, I had a clear view of both the whipping horse and the wall where Tessara and Lydia stood, hands atop their heads. The rays that poured through the room’s tall windows cast a golden glow over the scene, highlighting the gentle curves of Tessara’s body and the goosebumps that had risen on her pale skin.
I reached out with my enhanced senses, focusing on Tessara. Her emotions washed over me in waves—fear, shame, and an undercurrent of arousal that seemed to both confuse and mortify her. Her heart was racing, its rapid rhythm almost audible to my sensitive hearing. I could sense how faint she felt, her knees trembling slightly as she struggled to maintain her position.
Then I found my attention drawn to the center of the room as Dr. Porter began to secure Elara to the whipping horse. The headmaster’s movements were practiced and efficient as he guided the auburn-haired girl into position. Elara’s quiet sobs echoed in the hushed room as Dr. Porter gently but firmly pressed her upper body down onto the padded surface of the bench.
“Spread your knees, girl,” Dr. Porter instructed, his tone firm. “Wider, please. Your punishment must be thorough, and that includes exposing your most intimate areas.”
Elara complied with a whimper, her freckled cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she spread her legs. The posture revealed her completely, put her most private parts on display for all to see. I noticed Mr. Thornton shift slightly in his seat, his eyes fixed intently on his ward.
Dr. Porter worked methodically, securing Elara’s wrists and ankles with the leather straps. Each buckle closed with a quiet click that seemed to reverberate through the quiet room. As he tightened the final strap across Elara’s lower back, ensuring she couldn’t move her hips, I heard Tessara’s sharp intake of breath.
I glanced over at my ward, noting how she had tensed at the sound. Her imagination was clearly running wild, anticipating her own turn on the whipping horse. The governor between her legs again made my handheld buzz in my pocket.
“There now,” Dr. Porter said, stepping back. “That will keep you from hurting yourself or interfering with your chastisement, naughty miss.”
Tessara
I felt my forehead crease, and my breath came in little pants through my nose. I heard Dr. Porter’s footsteps move away from the whipping horse, followed by the soft beep of his handheld device. “I’m turning your governor down to level three, Miss Elara,” he announced. “You will feel every stroke of the cane acutely, but your private part will also remain sensitive, to help you learn self-control.”
My tummy flipped at his words. I knew all too well how intensely unpleasant sensations could be with the governor set low. The thought of poor Elara, strapped down and helpless, experiencing the full force of her punishment—and yet also the confusion of her cunny’s unwelcome arousal—made me tremble.
The sound of a drawer opening reached my ears, followed by the whisper of wood against wood. My breath caught as I realized Dr. Porter must be retrieving his cane. The air in the room seemed to thicken with anticipation.
Suddenly, a sharp whoosh cut through the silence, making me flinch. I realized Dr. Porter was testing his cane, swishing it through the air. Once, twice, three times the sound sliced the air, each whistle of the thin rod making my heart race faster.
Despite Dr. Porter’s instructions to face the wall, I couldn’t help but turn my head slightly, stealing a glance at the scene behind me. The sight made my breath catch in my throat. Elara’s pale, freckled bottom was raised high, perfectly positioned for punishment. Her auburn curls spilled over her face, partially hiding her tearstained cheeks. She looked so small, so vulnerable strapped to the imposing wooden structure.