Unfinished Business

By Bill Doller

Being spanked was always something Kathleen enjoyed tremendously. Now that she's in a high school where the principal is a firm believer in corporal discipline being administered to the bare bottoms of young ladies who run afoul of the school's many rules, Kathleen learns the hard way exactly what that means.

It seems the principal is a regular at The Crucible, a local S&M club catering to kinksters of every type of fetish but especially known for its loyal group of dedicated Tops and Bottoms enjoying their God-given right to spank and be spanked. It's at the club where Steve Nagurski, who's known simply known as 'The Principal' by his ardent group of admirers meets and spanks his future Executive Assistant, Kristine Bloomfield an incredibly attractive bisexual switch. She's a proud graduate of one of the Seven Sisters of exclusive female colleges where she converted her shy heterosexual roommate into her lesbian bottom slave for 4 years. Upon graduation, Kristine enters a profession where not being male is a distinct disadvantage. She realizes there is no future there for her despite her graduating from Bryn Mawr summa cum laude. It's dealing with her frustration that drives Kristine to the Crucible this particular fateful night. After admiring The Principal in action as he spanked willing bottom after willing bottom all role playing naughty schoolgirls, Kristine can't resist the temptation to roleplay one herself thinking maybe the pain would make her forget her troubles. Over drinks afterwards, Kristine decides to make a dramatic career change and become The Principal's executive assistant at the high school where he's the actual principal, much to Kristine's amusement. It is a decision neither will ever regret.

Kathleen's former best friend from middle school, Melissa, with whom she's been estranged ever since her friend became a cheerleader,.decide's to play a rather nasty trick on her. She forges Kathleen's signature to an obscene letter to Kathleen's favorite teacher. When the English teacher brings the highly offensive letter to the principal's attention, Kathleen is treated to a spanking the submissives at the Crucible would die for. The diabolical game devised by the principal is one you'll remember. After having her bare bottom spanked, which at moments is broadcast throughout the entire school over the intercom, Kathleen vows to get revenge on her former friend by forging a letter from Melissa to the boyfriend of the captain of the cheerleaders, the amazon like Carolyn, who rules with an iron hand applied to the bare bottoms of her cheerleaders. Carolyn plans a revenge on Melissa include plenty of spanking coupled with forced lesbian action between Melissa and her fellow cheerleaders, Rhianna and Shelly.

At her locker Kathleen overhears Carolyn ordering the unsuspecting Melissa to show up at an old abandoned mansion used by the teens for holding their secretive meetings. Suspecting the meeting won't end well for Melissa, Kathleen hides upstairs to watch the proceedings as Melissa is ruthlessly spanked by the domineering Carolyn and her fellow cheerleaders before she is taken upstairs and forced to serve them orally. As luck would have it, Kathleen is discovered by Carolyn and forced to endure a spanking that leaves her both sore and very, very wet.

Add to this two young, handsome, horny local policeman who respond to a trespassing call at the mansion and you have a recipe for fun and debauchery of the highest spanking order.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Bill Doller
• Release date: Apr 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310211102

Bill Doller

I've been a spanker for as long as I can remember. It started out when I was 6 or 7 and used to play a game called "Hide the Belt" with the neighborhood girls. I found that there was something irresistible about spanking the girls, especially my little girlfriends. I began to find more and more reasons to spank my girlfriends and even invented spanking games which would result in taking them over my knee and even baring their bottoms for a spankings. All through high school and college, I continued my spanking ways with willing young ladies. I learned that I loved that special sound my hand made when it struck a young ladies bare bottom. I learned to love the nice rosy glow their tender bottoms had when I applied my hand to them over and over again and to enjoy hearing their cries of pain turn into groans and moans of pleasure. Somewhat late in life, I finally met a woman who loved being spanked as much as I loved spanking and she changed my life for the better.

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Unfinished Business

By Bill Doller

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Copyright ©2014 Bill Doller

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Warning: This book contains graphic sexual situations some between adults and teenagers, some heterosexual and some not. If this offends you, please move on and do not read it. This book is meant to be strictly an adult fantasy and, as such, it is for adults only. If you are a minor, you should not download or read this material.

Dedication: This book is dedicated to my friend, Kathleen, whose imagination knows no bounds and who remains a constant inspiration to me.

Table of Contents

Chapter One: The Teacher's Pet

Chapter Two: A fateful meeting

Chapter Three: Kathleen gets called to the Principal's office

Chapter Four: Let the game begin

Chapter Five: Word # 10

Chapter Six: Disobeying direct orders

Chapter Seven: Kathleen has her AHA! moment

Chapter Eight: Planning the dish served cold

Chapter Nine: The Head Cheerleader is jealous

Chapter Ten: The Kangaroo Court

Chapter Eleven: Almost Getting Caught

Chapter Twelve: Different strokes for different folks

Chapter Thirteen: The sneeze

Chapter Fourteen -Spying on others is dangerous

Chapter Fifteen: Trespassing is serious business

Chapter Sixteen: A Meeting of the Minds

Chapter Seventeen: X marks the spot

Chapter Eighteen: A good spanking is a recipe for happiness?

Chapter Nineteen: Whose turn is it now?

Chapter Twenty: To each their own

Chapter Twenty-One: Epilogue

Chapter One

The Teacher's Pet

As soon as she did it, Kathleen knew she shouldn't have done it. The entire time she was doing it, she felt guilty about doing it; but she did it anyway. Whenever Kathleen felt guilty about almost anything, the only thing that ever made her feel better was a spanking, which he boyfriends were more than happy to provide to help her assuage her guilt.

Normally, Kathleen was anything but a spiteful person but in this particular instance, she made an exception. After all, Melissa had been mean to her ever since they entered high school together. Kathleen thought Melissa's behavior toward her was strange since they had been such good friends during middle school when they shared all sorts of schoolgirl secrets and dreams with one another. Kathleen attributed the change in Melissa's attitude to the crowd that she was now hanging around: her fellow cheerleaders. Kathleen never could've imagined that Melissa would have done what she did. It was downright cruel. It was certainly something that Kathleen would have never done to anyone, unless, of course, they deserved it. And Melissa most certainly did.

Ever since she made the cheerleading squad during the summer before their freshman year, Melissa had started teasing Kathleen relentlessly about she how well she did in class, accusing her of being a teacher's pet, especially the handsome English teacher's pet since English was always Kathleen's best subject. In front the other kids between classes in the hallway, Melissa had loudly accused Kathleen of being the worst brown-noser in the entire school to the good looking English teacher, Mr. Bob Thompkins. It embarrassed Kathleen but she tried to ignore it and kept her mouth shut about how hurt she felt that her former friend would do such a thing.

Mr. Thompkins was a very good-looking, single thirty five year old guy who stood just under six feet tall, with an athlete's physique having played lacrosse for a top ranked Division I school. All the high school girls took note of his massive chest and bulging biceps in addition to having just the cutest shock of jet black hair that hung down casually over his right eye which gave him a particularly rakish look. The girls vied for his attention during class whether by hiking up their skirts or shooting him views of their young panty covered pussies often damp from thinking what they'd like Mr. Thompkins to do to them. Most harbored crushes on him as high school girls are wont to do, especially with single, good-looking male teachers. Bob Thompkins was qualified there.

Kathleen thought that perhaps Melissa was jealous of all the attention Mr. Thompkins lavished on Kathleen in class. He was always calling upon Kathleen to read what she had written in front of the class as an example of college level writing and complementing her on her supurb vocabulary. Kathleen, who was usually rather shy, enjoyed being the center of attention in Mr. Thompkin's class though. The fact that she was always being held up as a model student by the English teacher rankled the jealous Melissa who had a huge crush on the young teacher.

Listening to Mr. Thompkins extol Kathleen's virtuous study habits yet another time after she ruined the curve for everyone by getting a 105 on the most recent vocabulary test, Melissa finally had enough. She made up her mind to change the English teacher's opinion of his so called model student. She knew just how to do it. Melissa went home that evening and wrote a hot, steamy, and quite sexually graphic, love letter to Mr. Thompkins. In order to make it look like it was from Kathleen, Melissa picked up the big Webster's dictionary her father kept in his office and opened it to a random page looking for the longest word on it. When she found it, she was glad that it showed an example of using it in a sentence since, even after reading the definition, Melissa had no idea what it meant. To Melissa, that in itself was proof positive that it must be a word that Kathleen would use.

Then, taking some old letters which she had exchanged with Kathleen back when they were friends in middle school, she did her best to forge Kathleen's signature to the letter. The next day she slipped it into Mr. Thompkins backpack while he was distracted by a commotion between two of her classmates. She smiled at the thought of how Mr. Thompkins opinion of his goody-two-shoes Kathleen would change after he read that letter. When he went into his backpack between classes for his morning protein bar, he found the envelop. Opening it, he sat there and read it over slowly. The letter was so appallingly sexually graphic in nature, that the English teacher felt compelled to report it to the high school principal immediately despite his admiration for Kathleen's remarkable command of the English language in class. This was totally inexcusable.

Mr. Steve Nagurski was an imposing figure at the Jeb Stuart High School. At six foot three, two hundred and thirty five pounds, Nagurski was a former NFL prospect who turned to teaching when his knees got blown out in his senior year at Ohio State. The principal's balding pate was the object of many a snicker by students and teachers alike, none of whom dared to do so to his face because he looked so menacing with his shaved head and the permanent snarl he had on his face as he issued orders. The teachers joked behind his back that his management motto was There is no good decision ever made by consensus. It was said that his unsmiling visage appeared next to the word autocrat in Webster's dictionary. The principal's other motto was reputed to be that no bad behavior should ever go unpunished regardless of whether the offender was a student or even a teacher, especially the females. The principal was renowned throughout the school district for the severe punishments he meted out to the school's students who ran afoul of his many rules which were enshrined in a bound one hundred fifty one page booklet which each student received on the first day of school. None of the students realized that several of their comely female teachers also came in for the same type of severe punishment when they crossed the principal for any number of reasons not listed in the student disciplinary handbook.

For the most serious breaches of school discipline, the principal was known to favor spanking students on their bare bottoms. The only restriction placed on him by the school board was that there had to be a witness if the bare bottom spanking was being given to a student of the opposite sex of the person administering the punishment. The fifty five year old principal rarely missed the chance to classify even the slightest breach of discipline by a female student as serious. That way he could bare their bottoms and apply his hand liberally until they were crying like babies which all of them eventually did. He loved to see how their mascara ran down their cheeks as he reddened their bare bottoms cheeks. There was nothing he enjoyed more than spanking bare female bottoms

Unbeknownst to the many students who found Principal Nagurski warming their bare backsides, was the fact that he also regularly warmed the bare bottoms of several of the school's young female teachers and female administrative staff for any failings. When it came to disciplining the students however, the principal was free to spank students as severely as he thought they needed, as often as they needed it. For some of them, it meant repeated trips over his knee since one trip was rarely enough for some of the more attractive young high school girls he labeled habitual offenders, of which there were many.

The year before, certain students had sued the school district to prohibit the principal from baring their bottoms while spanking them but the courts routinely rejected the ACLU filings on behalf of the students which gave the school board great latitude in what type of discipline principals in the school system were permitted. Because the high school's ACT and SAT test scores were among the highest in the nation, that same latitude was extended to Principal Nagurski to discipline as he saw fit. Since the three female students who sued were juniors and were named as plaintiffs in the suit, Principal Nagurski made sure that each of them found themselves bare bottom up over his knee several times monthly as penance for having had the temerity to challenge his own particular rule of law. Since all three girls were considered troublemakers by their parents, their parents were more than happy to have their daughters return home well behaved after having been regularly chastised by the popular educator.

Most of the school's overworked parents were all too well acquainted with the well known vicissitudes of teenage rebellion. It made them more than happy to get better behaved sons and daughters after a session with Principal Nagurski. Many of them learned to cow their kids into submission at home by warning their teens that they'd ask Mr. Nagurski to take care of them again if they misbehaved. For most students who found they had trouble sitting for several days after a visit to Principal Nagurski's office, that threat alone was a very effective deterrent to bad behavior at homes throughout the school district.

Principal Nagurski, I have to admit that I was distressed at the graphic nature of this letter from Kathleen Roberts. In fact, the language in it is so salacious that I'm personally shocked that Kathleen even had such words in her rather extensive vocabulary. That girl's vocabulary will serve her well when it comes to taking her SATs in junior year; in fact, she might be the first student in our school to get a perfect score of 800 in English but I doubt very much that some of the words she used in this letter will be useful for that test! Bob Thompkins said surprised that his favorite pupil was capable of writing such a scandalous letter. He handed the shocking letter to the principal for him to read.

Principal Nagurski shook his head from side to side sadly as he read the letter in his hand. Of course, the truth was that he wasn't the least sad. In fact, he was happy that he was going to get the chance to spank the bare bottom of someone who had not yet been over his knee. He loved it when he had a new bare bottom to spank.

I'll be honest with you, Bob, I wouldn't think that a cute little girl like Ms. Roberts was capable of even thinking such things as she describes here much less writing them down in a letter to her English teacher. She always has such a nice innocent smile. One wouldn't imagine her ever using such disgusting language. What I can tell you is that in all my twenty years as principal here, I've never read such unmitigated filth from any of our students, male or female, and I've read some pretty shocking things in my time. Little Miss Kathleen Roberts, eh, I guess it's true what they say about still waters running deep, eh? Principal Nagurski chuckled.

It was odd the things Principal Nagurski found were funny, thought the English teacher as he watched the principal's face contort slightly with his odd, sneering smile. Nagurski began to crack his huge knuckles, a habit he had when he was about to do something he enjoyed. And punishing naughty female students was an activity he very much enjoyed. What the English teacher couldn't possibly know was that Principal Nagurski was a leading dominant in the BDSM community in Washington. He was smiling and cracking his knuckles because he relished the chance to warm a new female bottom: Ms. Roberts's.

End Chapter One

Chapter Two

A fateful meeting

His fingers sufficiently loosened up by his knuckle cracking, Principal Nagurski reached over to the corner of his desk and pressed the intercom button for his executive assistant.

Ms. Bloomfield, would you please have Miss Kathleen Roberts pulled from whatever class she's in and have her report to my office immediately, please.

Kristine Bloomfield knew from the tone of the principal's voice that the meeting with Ms. Roberts wasn't likely to turn out well for the young girl. Every time she heard that tone in his voice, it made her squirm nervously in her chair. It never failed to bring back memories of the many times the principal had taken her over his knee. When he did, Kristine found it to be a tremendous emotional release as he spanked her bare bottom until the tears fell from her eyes like rain and all her problems were washed away. Kristine had been the principal's executive assistant for the last two years, his previous executive assistant having retired. She often wondered whether the principal had taken the elderly Mrs. Johnson over his knee, but never got around to asking him. The thought, though, always amused her.

Kristine was fresh out of Swarthmore with her newly minted degree in Public Administration. There was no doubt in her mind that her degree would be the ticket to a promising career at one of several civil engineering firms who managed most of the municipalities on the East Coast. As an attractive red-haired beauty, with a knockout figure, and a degree from a prestigious school like Swarthmore, not to mention graduating Summa Cum Laude, she had high hopes for a bright future in her chosen profession.

But she learned all too quickly that all the brains and good looks in the world couldn't help her overcome the rampant male chauvinism in her chosen field. It was clear to Kristine that anyone without a penis was never going to be able to climb the corporate ladder in civil engineering. While Kristine loved using a strap-on on both her male and female friends, she didn't have the real thing necessary to get ahead at the firm. And so she was considering the need to take another direction when she fortuitously encountered Steve Nagurski, aka The Principal, at the BDSM meeting place, the Crucible, in downtown D.C. one evening.

The Crucible was one of Kristine's favorite haunts especially after a hard day of putting up with insufferable men who thought they knew everything but whose IQ's barely cracked triple digits in her opinion. Kristine often entered the doors of the Crucible angry and upset knowing that at work they thought that she was just another pretty face. In truth she had them all by at least twenty IQ points as her membership in MENSA attested, Kristine loved to go there to relax and forget her frustrations. The Crucible provided just the venue for the type of relaxation she craved: totally non-judgmental and absolute complete uninhibited sexual freedom to pursue one's personal kinks surrounded by people who thought their kinkiness was normal as most kinksters do.

Everyone at the private membership club was so very uninhibited. Kristine fit right in from the first day she joined. She'd always been drawn to the fringes of the BDSM community with her own special interest. She had long had more than a passing interest in being spanked going back to puberty and likely even before that blossoming of her sexuality. Kristine especially enjoyed the bi-sexual nature of many of the private club's members, having sampled the pleasures of Sappho while pledging for the nation's most prestigious sorority, Delta, Delta, Delta with its motto of "Let us steadfastly love one another". Sampled and become an ardent advocate of the flexibility and joy of being bi-sexual. Men, women, transgendered, tops, bottoms, submissives, dominants, even adult babies and the undecided, they all frequented the Crucible on a regular basis. Kristine loved the infinite number of choices she found there.

Kristine learned a long time ago that the gender of whoever warmed her bottom was far less important than the manner in which they warmed it. Kristine loved the rituals of spanking. From having her skirt lifted and her panties taken down, to certain words used by her spanker as they scolded, or threatened her, to the always exciting build up as she waited for that first spank, Kristine loved everything about being spanked. Finally, if she'd been well spanked with just the right ingredients, the release of endorphins as her bottom turned redder and redder caused her to drift off into her own private subspace where pain and pleasure intermingled becoming one and intensifying each other resulting in the most explosive orgasms. It was only at the Crucible where she got the chance to enjoy both her exhibitionist tendencies as crowds often gathered to watch her get spanked to orgasm along with her voyeuristic tendencies too as she walked the club, her bottom still burning and enjoyed watching as other kinksters proudly went about their public play, everything from dripping candle wax on private parts to playing with fire and enemas. Kristine, loved the Crucible because it was there that she felt free to do anything she wished for her own, and sometimes for others, pleasure.

It was on one of those evenings where Kristine was in one of her voyeuristic moods that she met Steve Nagurski, who called himself 'The Principal' and who specialized in spanking women who enjoyed being treated as naughty schoolgirls. Kristine sat mesmerized as she watched this very domineering man in a three-piece suit take one girl after