Buffy Beaten update

Cordelia covered her mouth in astonishment, looking at Mr. Stratford for some sign he was joking, some hint of insincerity in what he’d just said. “Are you actually being serious right now?”

“Oh, I’m very serious. You’ve been a bad little girl, Cordelia. Not that I mind that, of course; think of a nice spanking as a reward.”

Cordelia shook her head. “You’re insane!”

“I’m not the one who’s going to get off on it.”

“I won’t!” Cordelia said shrilly before repeating herself. “I won’t do it!”

“Haven’t you ever had a spanking before? You’ll survive. In fact, I think you’ll start wondering how you did without.”

“I’ll go and I’ll tell the—“

“The who?” Stratford demanded. “It’s your word against mine, Ms. Chase. I’ll say you made it all up. If people believe you, then you’re still a cock-hungry bimbo, and if they don’t, you’re a terrible little liar who was mad at her teacher for giving her a poor grade.”

Cordelia stared furiously at him, her beautiful face flushing so hard she thought she might burst into flame. It didn’t make Stratford enjoy looking at her any less. He took in her full breasts as they heaved with her anger. 

“Bend over the desk. I want that sweet ass of yours in the air, ready to take my hand.”

“But—you can’t—“ Cordelia sputtered.

“I don’t have all goddamn day,” Mr. Stratford said acerbically. “I don’t care how big your tits are, I won’t take time out of my busy schedule for you to dilly-dally. Either bend over now or take your failing grade!”

Cordelia bit her lip. She’d come this far. How much more could he possibly do to her? He’d already shot two loads. Surely this was the last of it, his final egotistical signature on all he’d gotten her to do. She’d let him have it. She wouldn’t enjoy it, but she’d let him spank her. After all, children lived through being spanked. Surely she had the endurance of a child.

Cordelia bent over the desk.

“Grab the other side firmly,” Mr. Stratford said, sounding pleased with her. 

Despite herself, Cordelia enjoyed the hint of praise in his voice. Then she took the other side of the desk in her hands, gritting her teeth, reminding herself that he was about to spank her. She knew it would hurt, but how much could it possibly, really hurt? She’d never been spanked, of course. Her parents knew that she wasn’t like other children—she’d grown up to be an amazing person without needing to be punished like some misbehaving dog.

Nothing was happening, even though bullets of sweat were coming down Cordelia’s brow in her wait for the inevitable. She turned her head to see Stratford regarding her ass, reverently inspecting the perfect curvature of her plump buttocks.

“You’re wasted on high school boys, Ms. Chase. Your body deserves a real man. You ought to be fucked every day, at least.” He ran his hand over her firm ass, squeezing its juicy swell, then pinching her.

“Oww!” Cordelia cried, surprised by how revved up her body was. That little pinch sent reverberations throughout her body. “Hey, no one said anything about pinching!”

“Relax. I’ll give you a 98 instead of a 97. Besides—“ He reached down to cup her sex, patting its wet, engorged lips. “This seems to like it.”

“Don’t—stop—“ Cordelia moaned, knuckles white as she gripped the desk.

Mr. Stratford took his hand away. “Relax. We’ve already played that game. And unlike every other day, today isn’t about making you feel good. It’s about me.”

Cordelia still breathed hard. It hadn’t felt that bad. She wondered if she hadn’t made a mistake… maybe she’d missed out on feeling him finger her cunt instead of… what he was going to do.

Stratford opened one of his desk drawers, the squeal of it rolling out grating right on Cordelia’s eardrums. He took out a paddle ball—obviously something he’d confiscated from one of his students. Cordelia couldn’t believe it. Who brought a paddle ball to class?

Mr. Stratford wrapped his hand around the rubber ball and pulled at it until the string that attached it to the wooden paddle ripped away, leaving only the racket. He stepped behind Cordelia. Let the ball drop. It bounced on the floor, sounding very loud to Cordelia’s ears.

“Not too hard?” Cordelia pleaded questioningly. “Please not too hard? I was a good fuck, wasn’t I? I sucked you and I let you come in me—I really liked it when you came in me.”

“But you didn’t come,” Stratford said. “Unappreciative, Ms. Chase. Let’s see how you like it when your fat teenage ass is bouncing off this paddle.”

He slapped the paddle down onto her ass. Cordelia screamed; the pain seemed to shoot straight down to the bone. She thrust herself away from the desk, but he threw her back down onto it, his hand clapped down on her spine to hold her in place. The paddle splatted into her ass again, again, again. Cordelia cried out in agony, jerking helplessly against Mr. Stratford’s irresistible grip.

“Keep your slut mouth shut, you whore!” Stratford barked at her.

Cordelia pinched her lips together, groaning as she tried to hold in the pain blazing in her ass.

“And hold still! You know you deserve this! You wouldn’t be bent over this way if you didn’t.”

She grabbed the side of the desk again, bunching her fingers on it so tightly that she half thought they would splinter the wood.

The paddle cracked against her buttocks some more. Cordelia let out a muffled cry, her face buried against the desk’s woodwork, body heaving with stifled sobs. The paddle crashed into her ass again and didn’t stop, another smack always on the heels of the one that jolted her body, until the pain was never-ending, not letting up, consuming her and overwhelming her like an orgasm of torment.

Mr. Stratford carefully timed his spanking, scientifically applying the paddle to Cordelia’s reddening, jiggling cheeks. Her ass was now crimson, each new clap of the paddle on her skin briefly whitening that blush. Cordelia wept, hanging onto her grip on the desk in desperation. She couldn’t believe how humiliating this was—it was almost worse than the pain! 

Her ass burned hotter, and hotter, seeming to glow with the heat; Stratford stoked the flames with each new slap from the paddle. The heat became a throbbing, arousing cloud that enveloped Cordelia, blunting the sharp sting of pain into a plateau of intensity that it hurt to be at, but that crackled in her sex, tingling and electric. It almost felt… good. Intense, but so good…

Mr. Stratford stopped.

Cordelia’s body was covered in sweat. Her bare breasts stuck to the wood under her, all except for the nipples that were so hard they hurt as they pushed at the desktop. She was exhausted, her body exerting itself so hard with the pain it felt that her heartbeat thundered in her chest, her lungs working overtime to get air through all her agony. 

Stratford pulled her legs apart. He touched her pussy again, but this time Cordelia didn’t protest. She couldn’t. She was weak as a lamb, grateful to be feeling anything besides what he had done to her ass. Stratford thrust his finger in and out of her sex, almost making her come—everything was so intense—but then he took it away. 

Cordelia mewled in more dismay than she’d felt when the spanking was raining down on her. Then she felt his cock, it could only be his cock, pressed against her cunt. It went inside her. Cordelia moaned like a dying woman, but Stratford didn’t chastise her. He liked hearing it.

Cordelia didn’t know if she was holding still or she couldn’t move, but she took Stratford’s long, thick erection inside herself with something like rapture—sheer relief at the pain being over, melted with the new almost-pain of being stretched by his cock, and a hazy mental pleasure of having him inside her again, plunging home into her cunt. 

Cordelia held onto the edge of the desk with rictus tightness as Mr. Stratford rutted into her like a maddened animal, his hips shoving into her reddened buttocks, bounding into their voluptuousness. Cordelia winced with each thrust, but every bite of pain had a core of pleasure. She felt the friction of his cock warm the chilling pain; a feverish heat touching her clit, her anus, moving up her body to even engulf her tender breasts.

With his cock making its seismic moves in her, Cordelia’s pussy felt enormous, yet taut, gripping his prick tightly despite its immense size. She couldn’t understand what she was feeling—she tried to untangle the pain from the pleasure, but they were too tightly connected—everything was so strange and intense. She felt a raw prickle in her cunt that she’d never felt before, no matter how turned on she’d been. His cock worked back and forth and her body responded, like the heat of the spanking had burned away inhibitions, obstructions, and was letting the ecstasy of the fuck get to her core immediately, very, very immediately. 

She didn’t know what was going on. How was this happened? Her juices flooded her passage: wet and loose, then tight and hot. Her breasts were swollen. With each stroke he gave her, she rubbed jaggedly against the desktop, her tits singing with the unpleasant and pleasurable contact. All of her flesh quivered and shook and burned and flooded with his cock running deep into her body. The hot glow from the spanking was everything. The cool blue flame of the fuck was inside her. She felt like she was boiling ice, a diamond inside an oven, a whore who loved being fucked. Cordelia tried to push herself up from the desk, sensing something coming, something she couldn’t hold in. Her hands slipped and went numb. Then she stiffened; her fingers balled up into fists.

“Unnh! Oooooh! GGHHHH! MR. STRATFORD! MR. STRATFORD, MY CUNT!”

A volcano had erupted inside her. She climaxed, becoming the wave of luxurious sensuality that washed over herself. Cordelia arched her back, her body jerking and heaving like she was being spanked again, her head thrown from side to side like someone was slapping her.

“Come, you whore! Come for me! Take my cock like the dirty cunt you are!” Stratford gasped. He jammed himself into her, embedded his cockhead into the depths of her, and all Cordelia could do was shake and spasm around how he had impaled her.

His cock shot fire, filling her womb even further than before, and the electric heat kept going up her spine, washing away her body and dazing her mind. Cordelia banged her numb fists on the desk and raised her ass even higher, giving her belly room to bulge with the seed Stratford was giving it, and then she collapsed down over the desk, spent. When Mr. Stratford pulled out of her, he left so much space in her formerly tight cunt that she could feel his cum sloshing around inside her for a moment.

“You’re a whore,” Mr. Stratford said evenly, with calm professionalism, like he was simply expounding another lesson. “Just like all women. All your friends are whores. Willow and Buffy and you. You live for cocks. You live to be fucked. You’re a leader, Cordelia. An alpha female. There’s a reason you rule the school.”

“I rule the school…” Cordelia repeated dazedly. 

She felt that way—like she was awe-inspiring, powerful, the head bitch in charge. Who else but the head cheerleader could get fucked like this? Harmony? She wouldn’t dare get fucked this hard, not if she valued her life. No, only Cordelia came as much as this. 

This, this was how the prom queen got fucked on prom night.

“You’re going to show your friends,” Mr. Stratford continued. “You’re going to teach Willow and Buffy that they’re whores. That’s why you all love being fucked so much. You’re dirty cunts and you enjoy what men do to dirty cunts. Say it.”

“I’m a dirty cunt,” Cordelia moaned. “This is what men do to dirty cunts.”

“Very good, Ms. Chase. Very good indeed. Here endith the lesson.”

“Mr. Stratford?” Cordelia whined plaintively, feeling his presence move away. “Can you fuck me some more? Please?”

“No, Cordelia. Not right now. You need to bring your friends. Buffy and Willow. You can’t get fucked anymore unless your friends Buffy and Willow are with you.”

“Okay…” Cordelia sighed. “What about Xander? Can I fuck Xander?”

“Of course you can fuck Xander. You’re a whore, aren’t you? What else would a whore do but fuck?”

Cordelia smiled dreamily. That sounded nice. She should fuck Xander. That would be a good way to pass the time until she could show Buffy and Willow that they were whores like her. And then they could all be dirty cunts together, having men do what they did to dirty cunts.

That was all the thinking her mind could do after the orgasm Stratford had given her. She passed out while Mr. Stratford dressed himself. Then he sat down to watch her sleep. He couldn’t risk anyone discovering her before she woke up, after all. That wouldn’t be any good for the plan at all.