Emily's Punishment

Oh! Was I was delighted with that! I knew that I could count on Emily to be deliciously wanton.

"I see. And whom did you instruct to carry out such a filthy deed?"

She hesitates a little before answering.

"Carole Phillips, Headmistress."

"I see. And did Miss Phillips do as you requested?"

There is a faint smile on her lips. "She did, Headmistress."

I sense that there is something else she wants to add. Maybe she wants me to extract the details, as though I'm interrogating her and she'll reluctantly reveal the information. Well, maybe I should oblige her.

I drum my fingers on the edge of the desk for a few seconds and then slap my hand down. She flinches. Good! I push my chair back and stand up, smoothing my skirt. I leisurely walk around the desk and stand at her side with my hands on my hips. I'm close. I can smell her perfume. She's breathing deeply, her full breasts gently rising and falling. It's driving me wild.

"Look at me, Miss Watson!" I demand. Emily's eyes slowly turn to meet mine. I pause, heightening the thrill of the moment.

"So why did you want Miss Phillips to put her hand in your knickers?"

She swallowed hard. "Because I had two fingers in her vagina, Headmistress."

This was getting better by the second.

"And where did this... depravity take place?" I asked.

"In the library, Headmistress."

Oh, joy! "And Miss Faversham discovered the pair of you, yes?"

"Yes, headmistress."

I can wait no longer; I have to make my move. I raise my hand and softly place it on her breast. She gasps, looking at me intently.

"Why is it that you continue to perform these vile and depraved acts? You must enjoy having other girls touch your vagina? Well? Do you?"

She hesitates again.

"Yes, Headmistress."

"My word, Miss Watson! You are a slut and a harlot! Well, Miss Faversham was right to send you here. Your behaviour is deplorable."