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He was always brilliant at role play. Dressed in his headmaster costume, consisting of Lorna's graduation gown and mortar board, and sitting at the dressing table on which were laid out the various accoutrements to be used for their evening's entertainment, the slightest trace of his desire for her that his eyes might have given away was certainly not betrayed by his voice, which was suitably authoritarian with just the right hint of menace,

"You know very well I want to see you, Miss MacAllister."

Lorna continued to bait him with her coquettish body language and her irresistibly pretty plimsolled foot, and her expression shifted even further to the knowing end of coy,

"Have I been naughty again, Sir?"

She left a slight pause before the word 'naughty', emphasising it with a slightly raised note above the surrounding words. She felt her heart beginning to beat louder in the silence as he contemplated her. Then her heart skipped a beat when, after a moment that had seemed like an eternity of suspense, he solemnly delivered the verdict and the sentence she had been so looking forward to all evening,

"You have been very naughty and you must be punished. Now turn around and get undressed. Slowly."

Turning her back to him, she removed her Alice band and with a languid roll of her head shook free the long, raven glory of her hair. She undid her belt and then reached behind her and slowly undid the zip of her gymslip. She eased the straps from her shoulders and as her gymslip parted and slid slowly down her body and legs it revealed the lovely form her back moulding her closely fitting white blouse as if she were a beautiful and delicate white butterfly emerging from it's cocoon. She had chosen her blouse carefully for its length, which barely covered her beautifully rounded little bottom with her slim boyish hips and showed just enough of a glimpse to be exquisitely tantalising of her white cotton pants curving lovingly across her thighs to be lost in the wondrous void between her legs. With exaggerated care and deliberation she unfastened the buttons of her blouse and let if fall away slowly to reveal the lovely gamine form of her shoulders, her shoulder blades, her back and her wasp-slender waist.

Reaching behind her again, she unclasped her plain white cotton bra, which she had found unexpectedly pleasurable to be wearing again after the intervening years of wearing gorgeous and far more flattering underwear creations in eye-arresting shades of satin and lace. She let her bra drop from her arms to the floor and was about to continue to the next stage when his sudden command to turn around made her start with excitement. Facing him, she felt her knees almost melting as she saw his gaze contemplating her now all-too visible state of mounting excitement and anticipation. Her nipples were swollen like plump cherries standing proud of her small but beautifully rounded breasts that were pert and pouting and rising and falling like a pair of dolphins on the wave of her now much heavier breathing. The dark, spreading stain of her arousal was even then emerging from between her legs and advancing across the white cotton of her pants that stretched enticingly over her pelvis and were moulded by the form of her mound nestling within. Whatever he was feeling now, his voice did not yet falter,

"You have been thinking very naughty thoughts again. I will have to punish you very severely indeed. Take off your pants."...

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