Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 4

Headmistress, thank you, Headmistress." Letting Erica in Headmistress was still all sweetness: "Not all dear. The useless little shits certainly deserve it, don't they?" Erica's voice was still unsteady as she replied: "Headmistress, yes, they certainly do, Headmistress." Closing the door behind Erica Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner laid her arm around Erica's shoulders leading her towards the bound sissies. The touch made Erica jump, emitting a frightened little squeal. Headmistress pretended not to notice although her eyes sparkled with sadistic delight. She looked every bit the predator toying with her terrified prey. Erica certainly fit the part of prey as she trembled in Headmistress' embrace.

Handing Erica her riding crop she instructed her: "Here you are. Now whip their tits hard. Let them know that they can't get away with that kind of behavior." Denise and Yvonne thought that Headmistress had already taught them that lesson and they squirmed and cried in fearful anticipation of the pain to come. But the whipping turned out to be light at worst. Erica looked terrified of hitting another person and her blows were woefully inadequate. She held the riding crop like a nun holds a sailor's dick; betraying that this was not within her. Every time the crop struck one of the bound sissies, she closed her eyes and emitted a small squeal. Denise and Yvonne looked at her in wonder as the crop failed to cause them any harm. Headmistress had of course set Erica up for the fall and now she pounced: "You useless cow!" she screamed into Erica's face. Erica dropped the crop and cowered before Headmistress as she hurled abuse at her: "You are not fit to be called mistress of anything. You can't even control your body, you useless, worthless slut. What are you doing to my floor?" Denise saw that Erica, who apparently was wearing neither panties nor sanitary napkin, had shit herself. A small brown turd was making its way down the inside of her leg together with a stream of yellow piss landing in a growing puddle at her feet. Erica cried hopelessly as Headmistress continued to abuse her: "I had hoped that I could teach you some proper behavior as mistress, you utterly worthless whore. But apparently I was wrong. I am beginning to feel more than a little disappointed."