Llangothlan High School was a large grey stone mansion to which had been added two wings. It stood in its own extensive grounds on the Island of Anglesea overlooking Red Ruth Bay.
It had honourable mention in the Public Schools Handbook, as being founded in 1878 and providing secondary and higher education for girls. The school was shown to accommodate up to two hundred and fifty pupils and have a staff of twelve mistresses under a Mr. and Mrs. Rowlands.
There were no day pupils and the school gave preference to boarders whose parents were abroad and provided the necessary facilities for them to remain over the holiday periods.
However, since the school had been taken over by Trevor Rowlands and his wife, Gwen, there had been many changes. The old staff had been retired one by one and replaced; the number of scholars had been reduced to just under a hundred, these were elected with great care. The teaching staff had been reduced to six mistresses.
The head-master was in his early fifties, a tall erect man, with thick-set features and dark hair. He was not without a certain charm, which seemed to impress the parents and win their confidence. But, underneath the benevolent smile, he was hard and completely ruthless, feared by his staff and pupils alike.
His wife, Gwen, was a non-entity. Five years of married life had sufficed to break her spirit and now she just did exactly as she was told. Her husband had been fortunate enough to secure a scholarship to Uppingham, from which public school he had gone on to Cambridge to get degrees in history, English literature and mathematics. These had ensured him a good post at Oranleigh and then had come the war. After serving in North Africa and the Italian campaign, he had returned to England with a DS.O. and taken up a post as housemaster at Leys. He married the matron after a brief courtship and might have spent the rest of his days uneventfully, had not Dame Fortune decreed otherwise. He won Littlewoods pools and received a handsome cheque for ninety-eight thousand pounds.
His war service had hardened and embittered him. His outlook on life had changed completely. He had become self-centered and domineering, enjoying the power he exercised over the men under him. At Leys he had several times been severely reprimanded by the head-master for his strict discipline and harsh punishment of the boys.
So it was that the unexpected windfall represented a chance to give up his post and look round for a means m gratify his lust for domination and satisfy his desire.
Three years he spent in London, where he rented a small flat in Chelsea. These he devoted to gaining absolute mastery over his poor wife. He went out of his way to find fault with everything she did and beat her unmercifully on the slightest provocation. She suffered a nervous breakdown and for a short time her mind was deranged. The doctor in attendance became suspicious and the couple moved to a small house in Stanmore. Here Gwen recovered slowly, though never again did she stand up to Trevor and from now on was content to do exactly as she was ordered. He treated her more kindly and showed her a degree of affection, whilst retaining the strong hold over her that he had secured.
All this time he was busy looking for a suitable school in a quite surrounding, in which he could invest his money and gratify his lust for power. He visited several possible schools before finally purchasing the one in North Wales.
The first three years he was content to run the establishment quite normally, not replacing the pupils who left and thereby justifying getting rid of a number of the teachers.
The fourth year he admitted only young girls straight from preparatory schools aged between twelve and thirteen.
His new staff was carefully recruited by following up newspaper reports. The mistresses employed all had a skeleton in their cupboard and were unlikely to be able to obtain a similar position elsewhere. Their ages were around forty and none had independent means.
Suddenly the discipline tightened up and the older girls were encouraged to assist in the task of chastising the new girls for the smallest offence. Mail out of the school was rigorously censored and the girls were only allowed one letter out to their people, for the most part serving overseas in the forces, every fortnight. These letters had to be written under the supervision of one of the staff. Any chance reference detrimental to the school, complaining of their treatment or indicating that they were other than happy, occasioned. the tearing-up of the letter in question, restriction of privileges and a tanned bottom.
Various dubious books were added to the shelves of the library. The older girls were permitted to select then-own fags from the new arrivals, who were divided amongst the dormitories in roughly equal proportion to the senior scholars.
The girls were encouraged to wear frilly transparent nighties and use cosmetics. It soon became apparent to the youngsters that, the more attractive they were to their seniors, the more convivial was their lot.
Necking and petting were done quite openly and only complaints to the staff frowned upon. These invariably resulted in the applicant being summoned to appear before Mr. Rowlands.
He would listen in silence to their tales of woe, then call them wicked little liars, tell them that he didn't believe a word of their story, and in the presence of the girl they had accused of interfering with them, he would deal them six of the best on their bare young arses with his favorite cane. Soon they knew better; complaints became rare; the older girls felt a certain sense of security to indulge then-own particular whims.
Mistresses too realized the way the headmaster's perverted mind worked and started to form attachments with some of the girls less popular with their school-mates. These found that in this way they could get a degree of protection from the other girls.
When the main lights were extinguished in the dormitories, a smaller shaded dim light remained on all night. This had a two-fold purpose. Firstly the young girls could see what their bed-mates were doing and secondly their antics were clearly visible through the small pane of glass in the door to the watchful eyes of Trevor Rowlands and the more frustrated of the mistresses. When the girls became assured that no supervision of the dormitories was to be imposed, they threw caution to the winds and indulged themselves with abandon.
Soon the pupils paired up for nightly sessions and often spent the whole night wrapped in each other's arms. The odd girls omitted from these intimate attachments were moved to a smaller dormitory near the wing where the mistresses slept to be used for their own lustful purposes.
The older girls were allowed to smoke in their studies after school hours. In the summer months the outdoor swimming pool was popular and use of swimming costumes was banned except on the rare occasion of a visit by the parents of a prospective pupil.
Such was the state of affairs when at the age of thirteen I was sent to Llangothlan to complete my education while my father took up a five year contract with the Anglo-Persian Oil Company.
CHAPTER TWO My First Term ...
It was after the Easter holidays that I was due to have my first taste of boarding-school. I had been to a day-school on the outskirts of Maidstone, where my people lived, and being an only child, I suppose I must have been a spoilt little brat I remember only too well that dull wet day in April when I drove up in my father's car to Wales.
I sat excitedly behind my mother eager to get a glimpse of the large building that was to be my home for the next five years. My parents who had visited the school a few months earlier, had painted a rosy picture of the nice surroundings, playing-fields, tennis courts and swimming pool.
However, it was not without some trepidation that I approached Llangothlan. I knew I was going to miss my people terribly these first few months to say nothing of the friends I had acquired in Maidstone. But I was gay and attractive, good at sports and had been popular with my previous class-mates, so why should things be different here?
We stopped in Shrewbury for lunch and my father gave me my final lecture on the way he expected me to conduct myself. Mother was near tears, but just managed to keep hold of herself.
It was turned four-thirty when at last we crossed the Menai Bridge and took the winding road along the east coast of Anglesea through Bangor and Beaumauris; then the road ran inland in the direction of Holyhead. Two miles on we turned sharp right at a small signpost and took a very narrow lane through tall trees which ran down to the sands of Red Ruth Bay. Just as these came into view at the top of a steep hill, we branched off through two open wrought iron gates on which a small board bore the name of the school. We proceeded down the drive between the dense shrubbery till after taking a sharp bend the school came into sight. We approached between to vast green lawns to the massive portico in front of the main building. Here a number of other cars were discharging my future school-mates, trunks were being unloaded from boots, farewells, taken and young girls, in their smart grey uniforms and round straw hats, being greeted by members of the staff.
On the top step leading to the long entrance hall stood the seemingly benevolent headmaster and his frail unassuming wife chatting amiably with a group of parents.
An elderly man, who I afterwards found was one of the three gardeners resident at the school, took my cases and disappeared into the main building. Father waited tactfully till Mr. Rowlands was disengaged and then with an arm round my shoulder introduced me.
"Ah, so this is your little girl, charming!" He smiled benevolently at the three of us. "And what is your name?"
"Alison, sir," I replied respectfully, "Allison Hanford."
"Ah, yes, of course," the headmaster beamed, "this is my wife, Mrs. Rowlands. I'm sure you're going to be very happy here, my dear. You will find this is a very happy school and we shall do our best to look after you while your parents are abroad."
I felt reassured and shook hands with Mrs. Rowlands. Ten minutes later my people kissed me goodbye and with a final hug, got back into the Ford Consul and departed. That was the last I would see of them for many a month.
I felt alone and strangely dejected. In the main hall one of the mistresses sat at a low table, checking off the arrivals on a list of names and instructing them where to do. I joined the queue.
She was stern and forbidding and I took an instant dislike to her. She told me to go with one of the older girls who would show me round with a group of new-comers.
The girl's name was Brenda. She was a well-built girl of sixteen, with long black hair and shapely figure. I noticed she eyed me rather keenly and seemed to be paying particular attention to my trim little figure and partly developed breasts. I was slightly embarrassed and blushed under her close scrutiny.
She showed us round the classrooms, common rooms, library, gymnasium, assembly hall, cloakrooms and changing rooms, then upstairs to the bathrooms, toilets, dormitories.
When we had completed our tour, she led us back to the large dining room and showed us our places. After that we stood around chatting in small groups awaiting the gong, which we were told would be the summons to tea.
As we dispersed, Brenda took me to one side and told me she had selected me to fag for her my first term and I would be in her dormitory, which was no 4. She said that her study was the first on the left and that I must report there immediately after tea.
I was soon chatting with two other new girls, Mary, a short fair girl with a rosy complexion, who told me she came about London and Jean, a red-head, who looked much older man thirteen and lived in Manchester.
We found we were to share the same common room and were all in the lower fourth. It transpired that these two were to become my closest friends and constant companions.
They gave us a high tea, consisting of sausages, ham and egg, with bread and butter, jam and tea served from a large urn at one end of the hall.
There were four long tables, at the ends of which sat a mistress and at mine the headmaster and his wife.
When we had finished, we all filed off to our common rooms, whilst the fifth and sixth formers went to their studies, these were shared by two girls. I was just about to join Mary and Jean, when I suddenly remembered my fagging duties and rushed off to find Brenda's study.
I knocked gently and Brenda told me to come in. She sat at a small table under the window opposite a blonde girl, whom she addressed as Laura. The table was covered by a small square white cloth and laden with the remains of the meal they had just partaken of. The room smelt of cooking and I saw there was a small gas cooker in the far corner.
"This is my new fag, her name is Allison," she told her room-mate who was busy finishing a crossword. "Have you got yourself one yet?"
"Hell, no," Laura replied, "forgot all about it. Expect all the best kids have gone by now."
"Made any pals, Allison? If so, slip along and fetch one back with you. Make sure she isn't fagging for someone else first though."
Five minutes later I was back with Jean. Mary had already been spoken for.
Laura acted as spokeswoman and told us what was expected of us ... though we were soon to learn mat a lot more was to follow.
It transpired that the two girls would share our services and that we should fag every other day as far as cleaning up the study, preparation of meals, washing up, etc., were concerned. However for personal matters, we should each perform the necessary services to the girl to whom we were attached.
That evening at bedtime I received my first shock. Our cases had all been carefully unpacked and my clothes put away in a chest of drawers and locker beside my bed.
Eight of us shared the dormitory; Brenda was in charge there were two other fifth form girls, Diane and Rosemary, two girls starting their second term, Josephine and Doris and three new bugs, Mary, Shiela and myself.
Frantically I searched the drawers for my pyjamas, but there was no trace of any. Apparently, Mary and Shiela were in the same predicament. We suddenly became aware of giggles of laughter from all round the room and saw that the others were already in bed, sat up watching us.
In desperation, I turned to Brenda. "Can't find my pyjamas," I stammered. "Whoever unpacked my things must have left them in my case."
Everyone burst out laughing. "They're not allowed," said Brenda. "Short shifts only. Didn't you know? Better sleep in your vests, girls."
My bed was next to hers and I murmured my thanks and slipped off my shoulder straps and unfastened my small bra. The older girl watched me and noted the firm young breasts that were just developing and then dropped her eyes to survey the spot where a few straggling hairs were sprouting at the base of my belly. "Started your monthly periods yet?" she asked. There was a renewed burst of laughter and I blushed furiously.
"Er ... er ... no ... not yet," I replied.
Mary and Shiela were each asked the same question and it appeared I was the only one not to have experienced the "curse." Diane and Rosemary started telling jokes, which I suspected was to see our reactions. I didn't fully understand them, but got the main gist. Shiela pretended not to be listening.
"Shiela," called out Diane sharply, "you're not listening. Repeat what I've just been saying."
When she got no reply, she turned to the young girl next to her and asked her to repeat the joke. Obediently Josephine did so word for word. "Right. Now you and Doris go and bring Shiela over here. I'll teach her not to pay attention when I'm speaking and not to reply to my questions." The two girls quickly leapt out of their beds and hoisted the offender on to her feet.
"Strip her first," yelled the enthusiastic Rosemary.
I watched, petrified, as the girl's vest was stripped off and she was yanked protesting across the dormitory floor towards Diane, who had picked up a bedroom slipper and was waiting to punish the terrified youngster.
The poor Shiela was thrust roughly across Diane's knees and firmly held by the arms whilst three of the best were administered on the right hand cheek of her bare bottom.
"Whack ... whack ... whack!" The slipper had left a nice red patch on the tender white skin. Shiela uttered no sound, but was sobbing silently as she straightened herself up.
"Now, say you're sorry," commanded Diana remorselessly.
'I ... I'm ... very sorry," sobbed Shiela. "May I get back into bed, now?"
"First you must go round the dormitory and show each girl you nice red arse."
For fear of further punishment the frightened kid started to comply. It was when she reached Rosemary's bed that she received a further shock.
She had obediently turned her posterior for inspection, when two firm arms gripped her waist and pulled her backwards on top of the big girl's thighs. She lost her balance and fell backwards awkwardly with her legs spread-eagled.
"Oh! You dirty brat! Showing your revolting little fanny to these sweet innocent children," shouted Diane, pretending to be angry. But she couldn't keep a straight face and burst out laughing. "Go on, damn you, get back into bed now ... you stupid kid."
Rosemary had taken die opportunity to grasp the child's two small bubs, which she was fondling passionately. "Please, please don't," stammered the horrified Shiela. She struggled furiously to free herself.
Hardly was she back safe under her bedclothes, when without warning the main lights went out
"Good-night, all," called Brenda turning on her side.
"Good-night," we all responded in unison.
All was quiet for nearly ten minutes when, just as I was about to doze off, I heard a faint rustle from die far corner of the room. Peering over die sheets, I was surprised to see Doris stealthily getting into bed with Rosemary. There was just sufficient light to enable me to see the two figures lying side by side ardently kissing one another.
I was conscious of a feeling of excitement, which I was at a loss to explain. Then I heard another noise behind me. The rustling of sheets and quick breathing. I knew it must be coming from Brenda in the comer behind me and was intensely curious as to what she was doing.
Dare I turn over? I wondered. Fidgeting restlessly as though in my sleep. I wriggled over on to my back with my eyes firmly closed and lay still for several minutes before daring to peep in Brenda's direction.
The brunette was lying on her back with her knees slightly raised, panting quietly as she appeared to be massaging her stomach with her right hand. Her mouth was half open and her face had a smile of happy satisfaction. "Oh ... oooh! ... Come on! ... " she sighed in a whisper. Her breathing grew faster and was punctuated by a series of barely audible grunts. The bed started to creak as she writhed from side to side and her knees were trembling under the blankets. She gave a sharp grunt, followed by a drawn out sigh. The massaging ceased abruptly; her knees collapsed; and she lay panting, her whole body quivering in gradually subsiding spasms of ecstasy.
I watched fascinated, oblivious of the noise the other two girls were making. Now it seems hard to believe it myself, but I had never had my sexual instincts aroused. Masturbation was unknown to me. I had concentrated on sports, riding, swimming and other healthy pastimes and never been curious about my private parts. Reference to these areas of my anatomy were strictly taboo at home and my parents had not been able to overcome their shy reluctance to discuss the facts of life. "It'll be quite soon enough when she starts her periods," my mother had always told father, when the matter was raised.
Thus my knowledge was confined to what I had learned from friends. I realized that there must be some sort of pleasure to be derived from sexual relationships, but was astonished to find that one could experience this strange thrill on one's own. I fell to wondering how this might be. Quite unconsciously my hand touched itself between my thighs and I fell sound asleep.
Next morning school life started in earnest and it wasn't till the lunch break that I found time to talk to my new friends, Mary and Jean. Naturally the shocks of the previous night were uppermost in our minds. Mary too had seen Brenda's solo performance and being closer to Rosemary than I was, filled in the details of their love-making. Jean had witnessed similar fun and games in her dormitory, where the new bugs had been made to play leap frog in the nude between the rows of beds.
Of Shiela we saw little, doubtless she was avoiding me in her embarrassment. It was only later that I learned she had made the grave error of going to Mrs. Rowlands about the incident. That worthy lady had reported the complaint to her husband. The headmaster had summoned the girl to his study after school and while we were out playing, she had received a severe reprimand for lying and trying to cause mischief. She had been caned in the presence of both Rosemary and Diane and set extra work to occupy her till we came in to change for tea.
Brenda went out of her way to be kind to me and seemed to find me attractive. She presented me with a nice primrose nylon nighty and said she would see if Laura could find one suitable for Mary.
I found the work easy and my teachers competent if demanding. I soon realized that life could be very convivial, provided one remained popular with the staff and other girls. I resolved to keep my nose out of other people's affairs and turn a blind eye on their promiscuous behaviour.
That night, when we retired to bed, Brenda said that since Shiela had seen fit to tell tales, she would be put in Coventry for the rest of the week. She was made to stand with nothing on at the end of the dormitory until lights out. She looked a pathetic little figure and secretly I couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
I looked very nice in my new night-attire and was aware of the envious looks of the other youngsters. Mary too looked trim and dainty in her blue chiffon shift. She also had decided that the best course was to make herself as amiable as possible. Diane seemed to have taken a fancy to my friend and was biding her time.
After lights out, Brenda talked to me in a whisper and asked me a lot of questions about myself and my people. After about ten minutes she said "Allison, if you're not too tired come over and sit on my bed, then we can chat without disturbing the others."
Obediently I moved across and sat down on the edge of the bed. My pulse was beating fast and instinctively I knew that something was about to happen. I genuinely liked the older girl and admired her. She had an easy self-assurance and subtle appeal which seemed to be arousing my latent, sensual passions. I was aware of a strange dampness between my thighs and throbbing inside my belly which I had never felt before. Brenda gently took my hands in her and drew me closer to her. Her nighty was undone at the neck and gaping open to disclose two firm, round, fleshy orbs with firm, dark nipples. The hands clasped my shoulders and pulled my head down to hers. Her lips came in contact with mine and my head seemed to be spinning round and round. Without question I found myself returning her eager kisses and pressed my warm lips to hers. My body went limp as if in total surrender and I ceased to care what she did to me.
Deft, nimble fingers undid the ribbons of my shift and pushed the flimsy garment back off my shoulders. Strong hands cupped and fondled my immature breasts and waves of mounting excitement seemed to set my whole body on fire.
"Allison, darling ... you lovely child," she was murmuring gently. "Hold me to you ... Feel my lovely white buds. There all yours to caress and fondle when you wish." I felt her hot tongue press its way between my lips and dart about from side to side in my mouth. My hands grasped the well-developed bosom and felt the erect tits. I was trembling with excitement and anticipation.
Suddenly she pushed my lips away and softly said:
"My dear, you must be cold, get under the clothes with me and nestle down beside me."
Eagerly I obeyed and we lay together, side by side, looking into each other's eyes, oblivious of our room-mates and what was going on around us.
I never remember her taking off my nighty or her own for that matter. My next recollection is of warm hands exploring my nude body, gently running down my back to caress my buttocks and thighs, feel my navel and belly, stroke the soft down on the small mound at the base.
She shuffled lower in the bed to bring her lips close to my breasts. She sucked and licked the tiny pink titties.
"My darling, my sweet," she gasped. "Open your thighs, my love and let me feel you, darling."
As I parted my legs, I felt her hand slip eagerly between them and tickle the inside of my thighs. My legs opened wider and I yielded my most intimate parts to her probing fingers.
With her other hand she reached up for mine and guided it swiftly down to her fanny. Ted me, too, Allison, dear, it's all yours to explore. Put your fingers up inside me and fed how warm and sticky my cunt is ... how much it wants you ... Work your fingers up and down inside it and thrill me as I know you can."
By now I was as worked up as she was. With hesitation I fingered her slit and found the opening to her vagina. "Your first two fingers, Allison ... that's right, now work them up and down as fast as you can."
As I started to plunge them in and out of the greasy passage, I felt a new wave of emotion sweeping through me. She was busy with two hands now. With one she had found a sensitive spot between the outer lips of my young fanny and was working the ball of one finger to and fro over a tiny swelling. The first finger of her other hand was playing in the entrance to my tight quim.
I gasped and moaned and wriggled in sheer ecstasy. God knows what it must have sounded like to the other kids. We must have made a hell of a racket.
Now my tender cunt was dilating wildly and I could feel my muscles taking a firm grip on Brenda's forefinger. Something inside me was throbbing madly. Second by second the wonderful thrills increased till the excitement was nearly unbearable. Something was about to happen. I didn't know what. I didn't care-I just wanted it to happen.
Then for the first time in my life ... I came. I just can't adequately describe my feelings. My belly was a seething boiling cauldron of sensual gratification. Flames of adorable delight shot through me. My cunt felt to be on fire and cascade after cascade of hot lava seemed to be gushing out of my pulsating passage.
While the heavenly spsams were still continuing, I felt Brenda reach her own climax. A surging stream of hot spunk engulfed my fingers and they made a loud squelching sound as I plunged them in and out. Slowly the thrills subsided and we lay motionless side by side gasping for breath. I was completely and utterly exhausted and fell asleep in Brenda's arms.
It was nearly six when I woke up and dawn was just breaking. I recovered consciousness slowly and opened my eyes. Brenda was still clasping me to her and I couldn't help thinking how pretty she was and desirable.
Then I suddenly realized where I was and glanced anxiously round the dormitory. No-one stirred and silence reigned. Half the beds appeared to be empty to my utter astonishment. Only the wretched Shiela and the rather plump unattractive Josephine were on their own. Doris had slept with Rosemary and Mary was in bed with Diane. This shocked me ... but I reflected, if I could give myself to Brenda, why shouldn't Mary have an affair with Diane?
She told me later in the morning that, but for having seen me get into Brenda's bed, she would never have had the courage to do what she did. Reassured that I was not alone in my compromising situation and not wishing to disturb Brenda, I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.
CHAPTER THREE Concerning the Games Mistress ...
Miss Rawlings was die youngest of die staff and flattered herself that she was the most attractive. That was true, in a masculine sort of way. She had an athletic figure, looked considerably younger than her thirty seven years and took more pride in her personal appearance than the others did.
She had been courted by a married man. She had been very much in love with him and under the expectation of marriage permitted him to have intercourse with her. A child had been conceived and only then, when she had sought to bring forward the wedding date, had her lover told her that he was already married. He was separated from his wife, who was a Roman Catholic and resolutely refused to divorce him.
The wife had found out. A scandal had ensured. Her lover had disappeared into the blue and Ann Rawlings had been sacked on the spot as being not a suitable person to have young girls entrusted to her care.
The shock had caused her to have a miscarriage and she had been on the point of taking up a different occupation when her circumstances had been brought to the notice of the wily Mr. Rowlands.
She had already been two full terms on the staff, when I arrived at Llangothlan School. After her bitter experience she had been put off men completely. However, being of a passionate nature, with some strong maternal instincts, she readily lavished her affections on the young girls and in particular on those more unfortunate ones who became unpopular with their fellow scholars and the other mistresses.
Thus it was that she became more and more interested in the unfortunate Shiela. She was no fool and quickly sized up the state of affairs at the school. She watched the growing attachments between the elder pupils and younger new-comers. She duly noted die headmaster's indifference to what was going on ... even sensing an undercurrent of encouragement and approval.
She caught several of the other mistresses spying on the girls in their dormitories and frigging themselves while they watched. She felt a strong need for someone special to lavish her affection on, someone who might reciprocate her feelings to offset her unpopularity and loneliness. Yes, she thought, young Shiela is naive and tactless, but not unattractive in her own way. She is homesick and in need of affection. Why not? At the worst I can only get the sack.
So it was that she started to show some interest in the young girl, helped her out of one or two awkward situations and advised her how to avoid trouble.
Ann Rawlings, as games mistress, naturally had a better opportunity to get to know the girls; she came in contact with Brenda more than most, for she had been the hockey captain the previous term and was just about the most promising tennis player. She also held the record for the half-mile and mile. They had a mutual liking for one another and the usual barrier or reserve between mistress and pupil had been broken down.
After afternoon school she was due to take die seniors for tennis. So she took the prefect to one side and had a long chat with her, while she watched the four girls on the court and occasionally shouted some advice.
Without stating her intentions in so many words she dropped a hint that she was worried about young Shiela and felt perhaps she might be able to win die kid's confidence and protect her from the bullying until she found her feet and adjusted herself to the different environment. Perhaps, she suggested, Brenda could encourage the youngster to come to her, Miss Rawlings, with her problems. Then after a pause, she added: "You know where my bedroom is ... die one at the turn in the corridor leading to the east wing. You can send her along anytime you think her needs me." Brenda understood perfectly and approved. She was quite sure, if the plan worked, it would benefit both of diem.
It was some days later mat a suitable chance presented itself. Poor Shiela had had a particularly rough day and incurred the wrath of Diane, for whom she was now fagging. When we had all finished indulging in our nighty capers and I lay happy and contented in Brenda's arms, the only sound to break the silence was a faint stifled sobbing from Shiela.
"Excuse me a second," she whispered to me. 'That sounds like young Shiela sobbing her heart out. Ill slip over and speak to her." She climbed over me and shuffled on her bedroom-slippers. Then, crossing to the kid's bed, she ran her fingers lightly through the girl's hair and murmured soothingly, "There, there, that'll do. You mustn't take things so much to heart. They'll soon improve, I'm sure. I'll tell you what-slip my dressing-gown on and I'll take you along to Miss Rawling's room ... she's very fond of you, you know ... and I know she won't mind. You'll feel much better after a chat with her and she'll make you a nice cup of chocolate to cheer you up." Shiela dried her tears and smiled up at Brenda gratefully.
"But, I can't go like this ... in my vest," she moaned.
"Alright, I know," the prefect reassured her. "I'll get Allison to lend you hers. I'm sure she will. She's not wearing it. You know, the pretty yellow one."
I readily agreed and saw Brenda wrap her dressing-gown round the girl's shoulders and guide towards the door.
Seconds later Brenda was tapping softly at Ann's door. The games-mistress was awake, reading a novel in bed and told them to come in. Brenda pushed the kid forward and standing in the doorway said:
"I've brought Shiela to see you Miss Rawlings. She had a bad time of it to-day and she's very miserable. I thought you like to have a word with her." She paused, men added, 'I'll leave you now, Shiela."
She stole out of the room and back to our dormitory without waiting for any reply. Soon she was back in bed with me and we forgot the young girl as we made love to one another.
CHAPTER FOUR Shiela Is Consoled and We Find a Mate for Jo ...
When they were alone, Miss Rawlings laid aside her book and beckoned the young girl to come over.
"I ... I'm ... sorry to be so much trouble, Miss," she managed to get out before she broke into tears again.
Ann slipped out of bed and took the kid in her arms allowing her to cry on her shoulder. "Now, come, this won't do," she whispered soothingly. "Here, take my handkerchief and get into my bed while I get you something hot to drink."
Shiela did as she was told and watched her mistress boil a kettle at the side of the fireplace.
Neither spoke till Shiela had drunk the hot refreshing beverage and Ann had placed the empty mug on the bedside table.
"Feel better, now?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you, Miss," the kid replied. "I really don't know why you're so good to me ... I'm sure I don't deserve it."
"I'm very fond of you, Shiela, dear," she replied softly. "I'd like to be your friend, not just your mistress, if you'd let me."
The girl snuggled closer. "I think I'd like that. I ... I haven't any friends here as yet."
"Right, well from now on you've got me." Ann smiled down and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. As she drew away one bright little face looked smilingly up into hers and two moist lips seemed to be wanting to reach her own ... Ann bent down and kissed her. Shiela hung tightly to her, her arms clasped around the mistress's waist. Then she got out of bed to make way for Ann. "Come on, you'll be catching cold in that thin nighty stood here. If you would like to stay a while you better jump into bed with me," Ann said.
Without hesitation, the girl complied. Neither spoke words were unnecessary. Things seemed to happen naturally. Each of them needed the other and neither felt any sense of shame as they entered into a union mat was to last long after Shiela had left Llangothlan.
Next day Shiela moved into a small dormitory which was at the end of the corridor of staff bedrooms. Her place was taken by a blonde called Terry. She had been specially selected by Brenda to complete our numbers. She was plain, but over-sexed. Being the odd girl out she had had to be content watching the other girls fondle each other and rubbing herself off, at which she was a past master. "Just the girl for Josephine," Brenda had exclaimed when she had heard about her from one of the other prefects.
It was now late May and we were experiencing a short heat-wave which had sent the temperatures rocking into the lower seventies.
Most of us slept on top of our beds or under one sheet. So we each had a clear view of the sex-play around us. Jo and the new girl Terry had spent the previous week together and appeared to be well suited. Terry was the youngest of three sisters and well versed in the Lesbian arts. I watched over Brenda's shoulder as the young girl lay down on top of the plump Josephine and buried her face in her hairy crotch.
This was all new to me and I was fascinated to see her wriggling her own bottom and pressing her cunt against Jo's mouth. I could hear the eager lapping of the two girls' tongues and the smack of their lips as they sucked furiously at each other's fanny.
Terry's white bottom glistened with perspiration and the large cheeks wobbled like a blancmange.
"Suck me harder, you bastard," gasped Jo. "Stick that fucking long tongue of yours up my randy quim. Come on, I've got to have it, come on, you fucker ... suck! Suck!" Oh ... oooh ... I'm coming, I'm coming! Suck me dry you sexy bitch!"
"So am I, you randy cunt ... So am I ... Mmm ... now I'm having it. Swallow my spunk you fat swob, every drop."
The whole dormitory has agog with excitement. Everyone sat up and gasped in amazement at the utter abandon with which the two girls reached their respective orgasms.
"Hell, that was swell," gasped the panting Josephine.
"I'll say it was," her friend agreed. "I'm still dripping."
There was a murmur of appreciative applause all round the room and Diane clapped her hands gleefully. "What a performance. You girls deserve an Oscar."
Jo raised her spunk-stained face off the wet pillow and smiled round in acknowledgement. "Didn't know I had it in me, did you?" she laughed, drying her cheeks and lips with her hanky. "That'll teach you. Think of all the nights I've had to lie here tossing myself off, while you randy bitches frigged each other."
Terry was wiping herself between the legs with a towel. "Time some of you others tasted each other's come," she said cheekily. "You don't know what you've been missing."
Diane looked round the dormitory. "How about a super orgy tomorrow night? If we all do it together, no one will feel embarrassed." This suggestion met with unanimous approval and we settled down to sleep to reserve our strength for die morrow.
CHAPTER FIVE Sweet Rapturous ...
The day passed without any undue occurrence and seemed to drag interminably. We were all conscious of an irrepressible exhilaration and I feared our prep would get poor marks the following day.
At last it was time to go to bed and eagerly we hastened to undress and wash ourselves. Conversation was strained and spasmodic and it was a great relief when the light went out and we felt safe to commence our night's orgy.
It may be hard for a man to understand; but in some strange inexplicable way, Brenda and I had fallen head over heels in love with each other; we lived for those heavenly nights we spent together and no one could come between us.
As I got on the bed beside her that night, I smelt a faint whiff of exotic perfume which she had sprayed over her belly and bush. I kissed her passionately for several minutes before reversing myself to lie on top of her in die same position I had seen Terry take on Jo.
Several of the other couples had already got started and it sounded as if a herd of thirsty cattle were lapping up water at a shallow ford.
I parted my legs and rested my thighs either side of Brenda's pretty face. Her legs were already parted and her knees raised to facilitate my access to her sweet, scented quim.
I rested my chin on me soft pubic hairs and licked the well-developed clitoris I had grown to know so well.
Brenda's fingers were parting the slender, inner lips of my own small orifice, to enable her probing tongue to gain access to my throbbing passage. Only that first night, when I had my first orgasm, had I felt so wildly excited. I felt her legs commence to writhe under my eager stimulation. Then, quickly replacing my tongue with the ball of my first finger, I worked my wet lips from side to side over the thick brown folds that protected her cunt. I took them between my lips and sucked, getting the first taste of her delectable juices. Next I pressed my mouth between the folds of her quim-lips and buried my tongue deep inside her vagina. I could feel hers darting in and out of mine, the tip titillating the tender skin of my intact hymen.
My quim was wet and sticky with discharge, which mingled with her warm saliva. I wondered if she found the taste of my quim pleasing. I held back as long as I could to sustain the divine sensations that were surging through me. My heart was pounding and the spasms were more frequent and more intense. With a sudden gush, I shot my load into Brenda's face, filling her mouth and nostrils with my copious sperm. She choked for breath and swallowed the contents of her mouth.
Only seconds later, her own white ejaculation seeped out over my lips and ran up my cheeks into the roots of my hair. It was a truly wonderful experience. We licked each other clean and united our spunky tongues in a passionate long-drawn-out kiss.
This was the first of many gamming sessions. Only periods were allowed to interrupt our activities. When Brenda and Diane had theirs simultaneously, I slept for five nights with my friend Mary and was surprised find how sexy she had become. It was from her that I learned the added stimulation to be derived from having one's arse hole fingered at the same time as one's cunt.
It was during a conversation I had with her that I suddenly realized a fact that had never struck me before. I had been able to reach up to farthest extremity of Brenda's cunt. She, unlike myself, was no longer a virgin! I resolved to ask her about it when a suitable opportunity arose.
Two nights later, when Brenda had finally discarded her sanitary towels, I lay in bed with her and broached the subject.
"Well, well, so you've twigged it at last," she laughed. "I was wondering when it was going to dawn on you that I've been poked."
"Well, if you promise to keep it to yourself, III tell you the whole story ... "
I duly gave my word and snuggled up to her, with my head on her breasts, to listen to her narrative.
CHAPTER SIX How Brenda Got Laid!! ...
"It was last winter, just before Christmas," she began. "Old Rowlands asked die sixth form if they would like to take up fencing. Four of us said we would like to try our hand and I wrote off to my people for the additional fees. It was about half-term when, without warning, the headmaster introduced us to an Antonio Ribaldi, a young man in his late twenties, whom he had engaged to take us once a week for fencing. The Ant,' as we nicknamed him, was of Italian parentage and his father had been quite famous as a swordsman. He travelled round taking classes and went over to Dublin one day a week. This worked out rather conveniently for he could take us for evening classes and then catch the night boat over.
"He was dark, with swarthy complexion and very handsome. We all got quite a crush on him, but it was soon apparent that I was his favorite pupil. He was a fast worker ... regular Romeo ... with a great sense of humour. Everyone felt at ease with him and after his second visit, old Rowlands stopped looking into the gymnasium. The Ant used to tease us and called us his young ladies. I, being the senior girl, used to carry his case out to the taxi which called for him and he would linger on the terrace talking with his arm round my waist. One night he spun me round and kissed me good-bye. 'You may be lousy with a foil, but I'll bet you'd be swell to make love to,' he said laughing."
Brenda paused and lapsed silent for a moment or two. I knew she was trying to recapture the memories of this brief romance of hers. Then she went on: "He held me close in his arms and whispered nice complimentary things in my ear. He told me what a pretty girl I was, how much I reminded him of a girl he had once been engaged to and told me he was falling in love with me. Whether it was his subtle flattery or I was really gone on him, I'm not sure-probably a combination of the two-but I found myself returning his kisses and saying all sorts of things I had never said before.
"It was the second week in December that he finished the class rather earlier than usual. The taxi hadn't arrived and we had rather longer to chat than usual. He kissed me tenderly and then, looking straight into my eyes, he asked me if there was any chance I could sneak out the next Wednesday, after everyone was asleep and spend the night in Beaumauris with him. It would be the last lesson before the Christmas recess and he wouldn't be going over to Ireland on the night ferry.
"He told me how much he loved me and wanted me. He promised to be kind and gentle with me and that no harm would come to me. He told me he would make it a night I would always remember and cherish the rest of my life. I was young and romantic, he was attractive, persuasive and so self-assured ... I suppose it wasn't so astonishing really that I found myself saying I would try and arrange things. He said he would hire a car and leave it outside the entrance to the drive. He had a friend, who had a small hotel, who would be sure to have accommodation at this time of year. We could leave back at five and I could be safely tucked up in bed before the other girls woke. He left it up to me, saying, if I couldn't arrange things, or thought the risks were too great, he would understand.
"Of course it meant taking both my friend Laura and Diane, the other prefect in the dormitory, into my confidence. They both tried their hardest to dissuade me, telling me that if anything went wrong, I would be expelled and Rowlands would write to my people.
"I must admit several tones I got cold feet and was on the point of deciding to call the whole tiling off; but my crush on Antonio, natural curiosity about sex, my boredom with the dull existence here, no proper holidays and a craving for some adventure to relieve the monotony all sufficed to egg me on.
"When they realized my mind was made up, both my friends promised to do their best to cover up my absence. It was planned that I should sneak down to the study about eleven-thirty, having stuffed my bed with clothing and pillows to make it look as if someone was sleeping in it. I could make some excuse of fetching some aspirins or something if I ran into anyone on the way down. Laura, who was in charge of the clothing closet, where the dresses we wore during die holidays were kept, promised to get out a frock, tweed coat and other things necessary and hide them in our study. The window was greased with cooking-fat and an old orange-box placed in the shrubbery underneath to facilitate my getting out. I was to return in the same way, change back into my night attire and creep upstairs to the dormitory. Actually, when I look back on it, the danger wasn't nearly as great as it seemed then.
"The week dragged by and the habits of the staff were carefully noted. The prowling mistresses, who enjoyed spying on us, usually went back to their rooms as soon as we appeared to be asleep. Others were too busy with their own capers to be dangerous. The head and his wife had their own flat in the farthest wing.
"When Antonio arrived, he looked at me anxiously, trying to read from my face, whether or not I had got cold feet. But, when I smiled at him and winked, his face lighted up and he knew that I had decided to take the plunge.
He was gayer even than usual and my own excitement mounted as slowly the minutes slipped by. I saw him off in his taxi as usual and he whispered, 'Thanks, darling, I promise you won't regret it,' as he drove away.
"It was five to eleven when the panting ceased and the last bed stopped creaking. I decided to allow them twenty minutes more to be sure they were all asleep. I watched the luminous dial on my wrist watch, the hand hardly seemed to move.
"My heart was pounding with excitement, as I slipped into my dressing gown and bedroom slippers and crept towards the door. Behind me I could hear a slight rustle as Diane stuffed everything she could lay her hands on into my bed.
"Stealthily I crept down the corridor, hearing voices in some of the mistresses' rooms and reached the top of the staircase. Below all was in darkness. I groped my way to the study passage and felt my door handle. I was in and the biggest risks were over. I had left the curtains undrawn and there was just sufficient light to enable me to find the clothes hidden behind the chair in the far corner. I dressed in the dark and straightened my hair as best I could.
"Then I got on to the table, opened the window and climbed out. I closed the window except for about an inch, so that, when I returned, I would be able to get my fingers under to raise it.
"I kept in the shadow of die shrubbery and worked my way round the lawn to the main drive. Half way up Antonio was waiting for me. He took me in his arms and kissed me. Then hand in hand we went on up die drive to his waiting car.
"It was around midnight when we drew up at the small hotel. Everything was in darkness, except for a light shining through the pane of glass over the front door. Antonio let us in with a key and we went up to a small bedroom on the first floor. The gas fire was alight and the bed turned down ready for us.
"On the table was a bottle of champagne, glasses and some ice. A small portable radio was playing softly on the mantelpiece. The room itself was clean and tidy and the curtains were drawn.
" 'The ant' helped me off with my coat and hung it up behind the door. Then he drew up two arm chairs in front of the fire and set about opening the champagne bottle.
"There was a loud plop as the cork shot up to the ceiling and we both laughed. Soon the fizzing liquid was making me light-headed. I felt terribly happy. I wasn't tight, just a little tipsy. I remember doing a lot of giggling and talking a lot of nonsense.
"Antonio had to help me get undressed and into bed. I can picture myself now, sitting up with nothing on, a champagne glass in one hand, watching him strip off.
"He had a strong, muscular body, hairy chest, legs and arms, broad shoulders and flat stomach. But these things I hardly noticed; it was the long slender prick and the two dangling balls that held my attention.
"As he walked towards me, his tool swung from side to side like a pendulum. It was the first time I had seen a fully grown male organ.
"Even limp, it was an awe-inspiring sight and I wondered how I was going to take it up my small young cunt.
"He saw me gazing at it fascinated, laughed and said: 'Ah! I see it's not me your interested in, it's this gorgeous hunk of flesh I call my cock. Well, you better learn to handle it and satisfy your curiosity at the same time.'
"He stood at the side of the bed and thrust out his belly. In my wonderful intoxicated state I had no hesitation in grabbing hold of it. I pulled back the foreskin and examined every inch of it at close range.
"While I was so occupied, he pulled back the domes and felt my pussy, running his fingers through the soft downy hair. 'Ah! Getting its winter coat I see! Let's see how sexy my little girl is and what a nice cunt she has for me.'
"I opened my legs eagerly and let him examine my private parts. It seemed to excite him, because I suddenly felt the cock between my fingers start to stiffen and thicken.
" 'Put your thumb and fingers round it dear and rub it lightly up and down. Look! I'll show you.' He took my hand and placed my fingers in the correct position. 'Now, grip it a little tighter and start to rub.' He added, 'This is what's called tossing me off. Has the same effect as when you frig yourself ... as I see you do.' I think I blushed and looked a bit ashamed; but he hastened to reassure me. 'Now there's nothing wrong in that. All girls do. It's a natural instinct, a way of relieving your feelings.'
"He was toying with my sensitive clitoris as he spoke and saw by the stiffening of my thighs that he had found the right spot. His prick was now nearly nine inches long and as rigid as an iron bar. I could feel the blood throbbing through the veins and the large knob was growing an angry red. 'Steady, dear, steady,' he murmured. 'You mustn't make me come yet, must you? Otherwise it won't be in a fit state to satisfy your lovely sweet cunt. I stopped rubbing it but still continued to hold the thing.
'I was getting pretty worked up myself and let him do as he liked with me. He was still frigging me with one hand while massaging the entrance to my vagina with the lingers of the other.
"He must have known when I was about to ejaculate because he kept stopping just short and thus prolonging and intensifying my spasms. 'Lie back my sweet,' he whispered and bent over my body to kiss my breasts. I lay there, with eyes closed, enjoying to the full the pleasure his tongue and lingers were giving.
"After getting me nearly there half a dozen times, when I was on the point of pleading to be allowed to have it, he climbed on top of me. Pressing my thighs even wider apart he wriggled into position and using his hand as a guide, he maneuvered the knob of his massive prick till it was between my inner lips and pressing against the tight opening of my cunt.
" 'It's going to hurt a bit at first, darling, just while I stretch it and break you in; but I'll try and keep you so thrilled you won't mind. And after, I'll show you what a heavenly feeling it is to be well and truly fucked.'
"He worked the left hand down between my belly and his own and found my clitoris. Soon he had me writhing in ecstasy. Suddenly with a lunge of his thighs, he sent his tool in to my quim. The wicked-looking knob forced its way between the muscles and on up into my stomach.
"I let out one cry as it stretched my passage and tore its way through my hymen. Up and up it went, penetrating deeper into my cunt, until at least seven inches of it must have been embedded inside me. The pain was terrific, but somehow it was accompanied with a wonderful thrill. It is a thrill only a woman can experience, a joy in the realization that she is giving herself of her own freewill to a man and yielding her body for his sexual gratification. As the pain subsided and was replaced by a sort of numbness, he took his hand away, grasped my breasts and began to fuck me in earnest.
"As his fingers pounded my breasts and twisted and squeezed my tender nipples, he plunged his great cock in and out of my tight passage. I felt as though everything inside me was on fire. The more he hurt me, the more I wanted him. I drew up my knees and levering myself on my arms I found myself thrusting up my belly to meet his strokes. I was delirious with passion, moaning, groaning, sobbing and laughing all at the same time.
'Twice more he stopped in the nick of time as I was about to spend; then he finished me off. How he held back himself I'll never know; but he waited until I had finished coming and the spasms were subsiding, before he grave one final gigantic lunge and wrenched out his tool. I felt the large thing, throbbing madly, tight between our bellies, spurting forth its hot spunk in a series of jets. He gave one long grunt of satisfaction and our lips united.
"There we lay, happy and content, enjoying the diminishing spasms as both cunt and prick continued to throb and discharge their juices.
"The night was one long orgy of sex. We gammed each other; I tossed him off; he encased his tool between my breasts and wanked himself off so that he came all over my neck. He fucked me from the side and from the back; and finally when I was too exhausted to spend again and his own testicles were nearly empty, I sucked him off, tasting man's spunk for the first time and letting it trickle down the back of my throat.
"We hardly spoke on the journey back, but he managed to steer the car and change gear with one hand, so as to keep his left arm round my waist. I remember undoing his flies and fondling that lovely cock which had given me such a wonderful night. We sat kissing and cuddling till nearly six, before with tears in my eyes I bade him farewell; and feeling miserable and dejected in the realization that I would not see him again until this coming September, I got safely back to my dormitory undetected.
"Only Diane was awake when I arrived. She had been awake half the night worrying about me and if I would be caught out."
All me time Brenda had been speaking, I had remained silent, anxious not to interrupt her vivid recollections of her first love-affair.
I doubt if she had been aware of my presence, so wrapt had she been in her story.
But now she looked into my eyes and said, "So you see, Allison, why I am not a virgin any longer and why you can get so many fingers up my enlarged fanny."
CHAPTER SEVEN The Swimming Pool and the Alsatian ...
The summer continued fine and hot. Every afternoon, the whole school, excepting a few girls who had the curse, sought refuge in die pool.
As I have mentioned previously, it was customary for us to bathe with nothing on. This gave the older girls a chance to show off their nice figures and attract the envious glances of the youngsters. Every afternoon while we were swimming, old Rowlands used to stroll by, having a good decko at our nude bodies. He usually had his hand in his pocket and was busy masturbating himself.
Occasionally he would stop and ask some question to enable him to get a closer and more prolonged view. At first I had felt very embarrassed; but, when you're among fifty or sixty other girls equally bare, you don't feel quite so self-conscious.
It must have been a real eyeful to watch all those luscious bubs bobbing up and down on the surface of the water, to see all those hairy pussies of contrasting hues, with the odd hairless cunt showing all its groove and attractive contour. A sight to satisfy an old boy of eighty and give him a horn, I shouldn't wonder.
Old Rowlands was quite a mystery. I could never see what he got out of it all. Had he some subtle plan, which had not yet manifested itself?
Sometimes, when he strolled through the grounds, he would be accompanied by his large Alsatian, called Rex. As his wife was terrified of it and not very partial to animals anyway, it spent most of the day in the grounds and slept in his study at nights or when it was wet outside.
Like most dogs it was very tolerant with die opposite sex and quite friendly to all the girls. Men, however, it viewed with suspicion and distrust and had time for only one-its master.
Rex often used to wander round the pool on his own when we were swimming and once or twice girls sunbathing were rudely awakened by his wet nose sniffing at their sweet-smelling fannies. I suppose on the really hot days the air must have been scented with the aroma of wet cunt.
Mentioning Rex reminds me of a very odd incident that occurred just before the end of the term. The headmaster was walking across the lawn in the direction of the small summer house, where he would sit and relax with a newspaper or book to read. Suddenly he must have realized he had forgotten to let Rex out He saw Mary just drying herself off with a towel and strolled over in her direction.
"Mary, dear," he said, "I forgot to let old Rex out as I came by my study. If you're going in to the changing room, would you be so good as to let him out for me?"
My friend said she would, wrapt the towel round her and set off for the school building. Mr. Rowlands continued on his way to the summer house.
I had been lying down on my stomach, trying to get my back brown only a few feet away and heard the conversation. I fully expected to see the Alsatian come bounding in pursuit of his master across the great lawns, but no Rex appeared. Thinking Mary might not be able to find him and wishing to go to die toilet anyway, I got up and followed in Mary's footsteps.
First I had a good piss; then I proceeded towards die head's study.
Imagine my surprise, when on turning into the passage I saw young Mary bent down with her eyes glued on the key-hole. In my bare feet she had not heard me coming and my hand on her bare back made her jump.
"It's only me," I laughed. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Gosh! Thank god it's only you," she gasped. "You scared me out of my wits." She led me a few feet away and whispered. "I came to let Rex out. I didn't knock naturally as I knew old Rowlands was out. I just turned the knob, but found the door locked. I couldn't understand it, because he never turns the key unless he's in and doesn't want to be disturbed. Then I noticed the shaft of the key was protruding outside and therefore the door must have been locked by someone in the room.
"Whoever it was, I felt sure they had no right there ... but I couldn't account for being unable to let Rex out, so I tried to see who it was and what they were doing. Now I don't know what to do. I daren't disturb her ... look for yourself, but he prepared for a shock ... You can see through the lower part of the key-hole."
Full of curiosity and sensing something unusual, I returned to the door and bent down. What I saw made me gasp under my breath. It was old Fanny Craddock, as we called her. She was the austere mistress who had ticked off my name in the entrance hall the day I arrived.
There the old bag was, sat in the head's arm chair. Her knickers dangled round her ankles, her dress and slip were rolled up to her waist, her body nude from her mid-riff down to the tops of her stockings ... and there also was Rex, squat on the carpet in front of her busy licking her cunt with his long tongue ... Christ, I thought, she must have flavoured it with oxo or something to give it "dog-appeal." Poor old Rex, surely he deserved something better that that wrinkled, decrepit, shapeless old minge. I could see the surly old bitch was enjoying herself. She was stroking the dog's head and patting it gently as if to spur it on the new endeavor.
It was a revolting sight to see the ugly old maid seeking satisfaction in this perverted way, but the horrible sight held me spellbound. Miss Carddock had just started to twitch and wriggle and squirm with excitement when Mary pulled me away. "Here," she said, 'It's my turn. Who found her in the first place?"
She pinched my place. "Hell," she whispered, "I do believe the old battle-axe is coming. Yes! She made it ... Good old Rex! Still I'd rather it was him than me. I'd have had wanker's cramp by now." We both laughed.
I shoved her away and just got down in time to see the perspiring lady pulling up her draws and smoothing out her dress. "It's a comfort to know you can't keep a good dog down," I quipped.
We heard her moving towards the door and had to beat a hasty retreat to avoid being discovered.
We waited till she was safely away and then Mary let Rex out. She accompanied him as far as the porch and let him go in search of his master and a much needed drink, I shouldn't wonder.
CHAPTER EIGHT The Summer Holidays ...
On July 27th the term ended. The previous three weeks had been taken up with exams. I didn't think I had done too badly and expected high marks in math and English literature.
Jean said we ought to have had a sex exam since the subject took up so much of our time. If we had, I'm sure the whole school would have passed with flying colours.
About ten of the sixth form were leaving and about twelve girls got permission to spend the holidays with relatives. All these girls were summoned to the headmaster's office and received a lengthy lecture, pointing out that it was hoped that the pupils would be careful what impression they gave the school. He said that he believed in giving girls latitude and that it was better that they should do certain things openly than in secret behind everyone's back. However he went on to explain most people didn't share his very modern views. It was better for the school, the future continuance of these policies, that certain aspects of their life at Llangothlan should remain a closed secret. He told them he was sure he could rely on their discretion.
Most of the pupils wouldn't have dared to tell their people half what went on anyway, so he really needn't have troubled. Brenda and Laura were staying one more term and leaving at Christmas. Only Diane was departing from our dormitory and Rosemary was to become a prefect next term.
During the vacation, we were allowed even more freedom. We had to be punctual for meals and go to bed at the usual time, but otherwise the days were our own to do what we liked. We wore our own clothes instead of the usual school uniforms and were allowed to leave the grounds provided we did so in parties of not less than three and returned in time for lunch or tea as the case might be. In the evenings we could watch TV which was installed in one of the larger common rooms, play cards and once a week we went by special coach to the pictures.
Only three of the mistresses stayed behind for a fortnight Mr. and Mrs. Rowlands went off to Cornwall. Mary had gone off to her aunt's, so I spent most of my time with Jean or Brenda. Occasionally I invited young Shiela along. Miss Rawlings was away for a week and she was lost without her.
During the term, largely due to the fact we were in the same dormitory and shared fagging duties, I had seen more of Mary than Jean. Now however we were able to devote more time to each other. She was such a happy, jolly girl with mischievous eyes to go with her red hair and Lancashire accent. Life was great fun and she and I got on like a house on fire.
Ragging was discontinued out of term-time and I had no chores to do. Once or twice Brenda invited me along when she was going down to the beach or into Beaumauris. Sometimes she would ask Jean and I if we would like to go with Laura and herself.
Laura took a liking to Jean the first day we went out in a foursome. Brenda told me that she was quite amazed because her friend was usually only interested in the other sex.
The friendship developed and one afternoon Laura and Jean went off on their own down to the beach. Brenda and I followed about an hour later after playing a set of tennis. As we neared the long expanse of sand, I chanced to look into the small copse to our right. I saw Laura lying on the grass, her lovely blonde hair blowing in the breeze. The far side of her was my friend Jean and believe me, they were not conducting themselves in a fit and proper manner. I nudged Brenda and pointed in their direction.
"Good for Laura, it's the first affair she's had in three years; I thought she was going to finish her days here without appreciating the fun we other girls have. Anyway, how about us having a session too before we have our dip?" I readily agreed and we found a suitable spot out of sight of our friends.
On our way back we ran into the other couple. They were holding hands and both looked radiantly happy. Jean confided in me later that Laura had made the first suggestions; but that, when it came to getting down to things, she had been too shy to start and it had been up to Jean to act as pace-maker and show her the ropes. I thought to myself that Jean was probably hot stuff and resolved that I would have an affair with her myself before the holidays were over.
As the weeks slipped by this new intimacy between our friends grew into a powerful lust that seemed to master both of them ... for days on end they would disappear only to show themselves for lunch and then creep off to some hide-out till tea-time. Even their periods caused no break in the daily routine and their excess of indulgence became only too apparent in their faces. The pretty Laura developed dark patches under her eyes and could no longer muster the energy to play tennis.
Jean showed it less. She had been used to a daily orgasm, but even she looked tired. Brenda was the one who plucked up the necessary courage to give them a little motherly advice. "Aren't you two rather overdoing it?" she said smiling at them. "It's time the honeymoon was over and you settled down to regular married life like Allison and myself."
The both realized the sense in what Brenda said and we resumed going about in a foursome more often.
Laura's shyness gradually passed and on several occasions we lay down near each other and made love at the same time.
When the older girl saw the uninhibited way Brenda and I got down to it and the way we indulged ourselves with reckless abandon, she too began to let her hair down and let her passion run wild.
CHAPTER NINE Concerning Jean and Myself ...
It was just before the term commenced that Laura was invited to go over to Llandudno for the week-end and to bring a friend.
Some friends of the family were there on holiday at the Grand Hotel and they had a daughter of their own about the same age who had gone to prep school with Laura.
Fortunately the headmaster had returned from his vacation and Laura asked if she might go and take Brenda along. Rowlands agreed and they phoned up to say they would love to accept.
A car came to fetch them and they departed in high spirits.
This was the opportunity I had been waiting for. With Brenda around, I would have felt disloyal and Jean might have had similar reservations.
But now the coast was clear and I determined to get young Jean to be intimate with me. Whether it was that red hair or what, I don't know; but I felt an irresistible urge to explore her young body and finger that red bush of hers.
It was on the Sunday that I achieved my ambition. We went for the usual bathing after lunch and I suggested we go and sunbathe in the little copse before going back. It was a glorious sunny afternoon.
Once in the privacy of the wood, I gaily peeled off my swim suit and stretched out my towel on the soft grass. Jean watched me with a smirk on her pretty lips and said softly, "Allison, you cunning little devil. Who do you think you're kidding? You've got the urge and you're feeling randy; So why not admit it? Anyway you don't have to be subtle. I'm just as randy as you are and I've been wanting to get fresh with you since that first day I saw you."
We both burst out laughing. She stripped off her costume and got down beside me. She had lovely soft breasts that simply invited attention. They hung like two ripe melons waiting to be plucked.
I looked into her small, round, freckled face and murmured simply, "Jean, dear, I want you so terribly! Come to me darling."
We kissed each other passionately and took hold of one another's paps. She squeezed my nipples as if I were pregnant cow and she was trying to milk me.
When two girls have been lovers for as long as Brenda and I had been and shared the same bed night after night, there is nothing new one do to one another-yet do the same things with someone else and they become entirely different and simulate a fresh excitement. One doesn't have to acquire the wisdom of Solomon to know that no two cunts are exactly alike, they each have their own special fascination. They differ in size, shape, colour, flexibility, charm, hairiness, depth, width, grip, sensitivity, yes in a million ways-to say nothing of their varied aromas, taste, etc.
This small orifice of young Jean's was a beauty. It had cute little crinkly lips, shaped like rose petals and a fresh pinkness that would have delighted the eyes of any connoisseur. As a cunt, which it undoubtedly was, it was well-nigh perfect. The very feel of it made me feel obliged to sit and inspect it. Which I proceeded to do, gently stroking and parting those silky red hairs with my fingers. "Jean ... it's lovely," I breathed in genuine admiration.
She had been busy fondling and sucking my firm round breasts, in which she found equal pleasure. She looked into my eyes and said. "Why don't you spin round; then I can examine you at the same time."
I swung my legs over her body and lay on my side, supporting myself on one elbow. Then I folded my right knee so as to open my thighs for her. With my jet black hair we made a marvelous contrast.
Jean proceeded to examine my private parts with a thoroughness that would have done justice to a doctor performing a postmortem. I knew I had an attractive quim-hadn't Brenda told me so a million times?-but, never-the-less it was nice to hear someone go into raptures about it like young Jean did. Soon we were kissing each other down there and rubbing our noses down the other's groove between the thighs and round to her bum-hole and then plunging our tongues up the soft vagina.
All our actions were performed leisurely and without passion. This continued for some time as we lay side by side content to relax in the warm sun. Then Jean moved her tongue to my clitoris and I reciprocated by doing likewise. From then on things hotted up and our passions started to rise. I found the entrance to her cunt with my finger and pressed it up inside her as far as it would go. She at least was still a virgin I discovered.
The mere feel of my finger inside her sent her into a frenzy. "Allison," she screamed, "darling Allison, frig my randy cunt and my clitty, stick a finger up my bum as well." She looked like a wild beast lusting for its mate. She had her fingers everywhere teasing and titillating my nipples, clitoris, quim and bottom simultaneously and darting her tongue into my small navel.
She went berserk; her whole body quivered and shook with emotion. To say I was thrilled would be ludicrous, I was half-demented with lust. There was no holding back. We came and came until our cunts could take no more; then we sucked each other and kissed each other till our mouths and cunts were dry and parched.
She promised to come through to my dormitory and sleep with me that night and then, with a final kiss and hug, we got into our costumes and set off back to the school.
CHAPTER TEN We All get Laid Sooner or Later ...
Brenda and Laura returned late on Monday evening. They had had a lovely week-end. Brenda brought back some bottles of scotch and gin and a present for Jean and myself.
I decided to tell her about Jean and myself and was glad when I heard her say, "That's all right Allison, she's a sweet, girl and I would have been tempted to have an affair with her myself if I'd found myself in similar circumstances. By the way, Laura was speaking in glowing terms about you. I think she fancies you a bit in her own way ... so, if you feel like swapping partners one of these times, it might be quite fun.
The idea sounded promising and I resolved to bear it in mind.
Two days later, the girls arrived back from holiday and with them arrived about twelve new girls.
Quite an attractive bunch, I thought, eyeing them over. Wonder how long it will be before they get over the initial shock of finding themselves in this cesspool of iniquity and start participating in the fun themselves.
It was the following week that the first fencing lesson was held. I excused myself during prep on the excuse of going to the toilet when I heard a taxi pull up. I contrived to pass through the hall just as Antonio entered carrying his foils and other equipment. He was just as handsome as Brenda had said and I could understand her getting a crush on him. How would she react when they came face to face again? I wondered.
That night I told her how I had satisfied my curiosity and in mock concern she scolded me on trying to come between them and attract him away from her.
She told me he was going to try and fix another dirty night out before half-term. He'd given her a lovely bracelet as a reminder that she was his special girl, as he put it.
This affair of Brenda's had roused my own curiosity and I felt I would like to have a similar liaison if only I could meet a man who appealed to me sufficiently and whom I felt I could trust giving myself to. Next week I would be fourteen, I reflected. Lots of girls lost their maidenheads at this early age ... and after all I was fully developed and my cunt was nearly as large as Brenda's
Mary was back and I suddenly realized that I had missed her. She told me all about the wonderful time she had had up in London, the shows she had seen, the visit to Battersea fun fair, boating on the Serpentine, a day at Ascot, the Henley Regatta and the Royal Tournament. Diana having left, she was the odd one out in our dormitory and I felt sorry for her. Brenda suggested I should sleep odd nights with her till she found someone else ... and so I was kept busy with two of them to satisfy.
Two weeks passed, without undue excitement ... then one Monday Miss Craddock took us for scripture instead of the headmaster. She informed us that the auditors had arrived from Chester and were staying for the week. Accordingly the head would not be taking the classes he usually conducted himself.
The information was of no particular consequence at the time and I forgot all about it.
However, the following morning as I was going to one classroom from another, I bumped into a tall, good looking boy of about seventeen, carrying an armful of books. I caught him off balance and he nearly fell headlong. As it was, he recovered himself just in time, but the books were scattered along the corridor.
"I'm ... I'm terribly sorry," I stammered, going the colour of beetroot.
"Nonsense," he replied laughing, "it was as much my fault as yours. Teach me to look where I'm going another time."
I started to help him gather up the books and then we reached for the same one and we bumped our heads.
"Hell," he said, "you seem determined to maim me, young lady."
When he smiled, he had a lovely set of white teeth. I gazed into the handsome face of this boy with the wavy hair and clean sharp features. I remember noticing that his eyes were blue, when he burst out laughing.
"You're staring at me as if I was a ghost. I'm only mortal you know, a poor young articled accountant trying to fetch and carry for his master like a faithful dog."
Everything about him attracted me and my mind was working overtime trying to conceive how I could see him later after school. I was late already and the next class was about to start.
"I've got to dash now," I heard myself saying. "I'm terribly sorry. If I could see you later, I'd like to apologize properly. After three-thirty I'll be watching the hockey, I'll keep an eye out for you if your ... " my voice trailed off and I wondered what he would think of me.
"That's a date, see you later. By the way what's your name?"
"Allison," I replied.
"Good. Mine's Hugh. See you later."
He picked up the last book and was gone. I pulled myself together and fled to my classroom. I'm afraid I was ticked off several times for not paying attention, but I couldn't stop thinking about him ... Hugh. I wondered what surname went with it.
At lunch time I avoided Jean and Mary and found an empty classroom where I could sit and think. I knew it was going to be difficult. I had to see sufficient of him to get him interested in me without attracting anyone else's notice. I must not scare him off by throwing myself at him and yet I only had a few days to get to know him. Then I had a bright idea. I dashed off to Brenda's study. She was in drinking a cup of coffee with Laura.
I must have sounded completely crazy as I tried to explain my predicament. Brenda, sport that she was, interrupted me. "Yes, yes, don't bother explaining any more. To put it in a nutshell, what you're suggesting is, can Laura and I lose ourselves and lease you our study to further your amorous intrigues and allow the lovers to bill and coo in private without fear of discovery by his employer or your suspicious headmaster? That's what you have in mind, isn't it?"
"Well ... er ... noo ... not exactly," I stammered.
"Yes, I know you too well, Allison, dear, that's precisely what you're hanking for. Well it's O.K. by me, but it's up to Laura."
Laura hastened to assure me that she would be only too glad to help, but reminded me that I must take Mary into my confidence in case she suddenly came along to clear up the study or prepare a meal.
As Mary was in my form I got a chance to put her in the picture.
Now all I could do was wait and keep my fingers crossed. The second afternoon lesson ended and we hurried back to our common rooms to shove our books away in our lockers. Then those that were playing hockey dashed off to the changing rooms. I went into the toilet and had a good wash and tidied my hair. When I was satisfied with my appearance, I put on a cardigan under my blazer and walked out to the hockey field.
The game was just about to start and I stood on the touch line and cheered on Rosemary, Doris and Jean, who were all playing for the whites.
The whistle had just blown for half time, when I saw my Hugh sauntering down the tow-path. I went to meet him and cut him off before anyone else had noticed him.
"Hello," he said cheerily, "sorry if I'm late but I couldn't get away till we'd finished calling over the ledger. As it is, Mr. Johnson would have had me start some castings, but I asked to be allowed to finish early to watch the hockey and promised to do the additions later in my room." He eyed me approvingly, smiled and added. "Anyway it's lovely to see you again, even if I have got a lump on my forehead from our last encounter." We both laughed and I teased him about thinking it was his brains that were too big for his nut.
He'd just been strolling aimlessly by my side and hadn't noticed I was leading him round a side path, behind a tall hedge, in the direction of the now unused summer house.
As we mounted the three steps and I pushed the door open, he held me back and said jokingly, "Will I be safe with a pretty girl like you or should I have brought my chaperone?"
Then he picked me up in his two strong arms and carried me over the threshold as if I were his bride. The inside of the hut was dusty and all the deck chairs and tables had been stacked up in one corner for the winter. I pulled out one small table that was just big enough for the two of us to sit on. He pulled out his cigarette case and offered me a fag. "Do you smoke," he asked, "or isn't it permitted?" I took one and he lit mine and one for himself.
"Now tell me all about yourself. Are you in the habit of picking up strange young men and luring them into your secret lair?"
We both laughed and the conversation continued in the same light-hearted vein. He had a wonderful sense of humour and a gift for putting people at ease. I felt I had known him for weeks not just a few minutes.
I talked about my people and the school-not the more unsavoury aspects of course. He told me about his schooling and job. He said the only girls he had been out with were friends of his sister and he was supposed to be shy and a man's man. "Actually, I surprised myself this afternoon ... but there was something different about you and I've thought about you all day. Do you always have such a devastating effect on boys?"
I assured him that I hadn't noticed it and that to be alone with a man like this was quite a new experience to me.
When we had finished our cigarettes, he took hold of both my hands and drew me to him. He was about six inches taller than I was. We looked into each other's eyes and I guessed he was plucking up courage to kiss me. I tilted my head back and preferred my lips. Eagerly he accepted the invitation and held me firmly round the waist, pressing my bosom against his chest. Neither of us spoke, but our lips told their own story. I wanted to put my tongue in his mouth, but I didn't dare for fear it might shock him.
I could feel something hard pressing up against my stomach and guessed he had a hard on. I hoped he didn't guess how randy I was at that moment.
"Gosh you're wonderful," he whispered. "No girl's ever made me feel like this before. You certainly do something to a man."
I was dying to ask him what precisely I did, but answered instead. "You make me feel I had known you all my life, Hugh. Can't you feel my heart pounding? Gee, but when you kiss, you make me feel so ... so ... " I was at a loss for the right word to use.
Gallantly he came to the rescue. "I know. One can't express it, can one? You know you're really not safe alone with me here the way I feel."
I smiled and said in a whisper, "But Hugh I don't care, I only want to be like this in your arms and kid myself I belong to you."
"Darling," he whispered, "you're irresistible, you know, I feel like getting very fresh and I'm having to fight my instincts very hard."
I released my arms from up around his neck and clasped them firmly round his bottom, moving my thighs from side to side. This had the effect of rolling his prick against my belly. He was panting with suppressed excitement and a wild look came into his blue eyes. "Don't don't," he pleaded in desperation; but I ignored his entreaties. His arms dropped to my posterior and I felt him squeezing my fleshy buttocks fiercely and remorselessly.
I deemed the time to be ripe to rouse him still further. I suddenly darted my tongue into his mouth. The reaction was fantastic and instantaneous. His hands started to massage the outside of my thighs and he was literally shaking with passion.
Now, I knew I must strike and not give him a chance to gather his wits. I pushed my hand between our stomachs and clutched the firm hard swelling inside his trousers. It was throbbing already. He let out one moan and yielded to his own desire. He grabbed my breasts and fumbled with them as an inexperienced lover does.
"Here, let me undo the top of my dress for you," I murmured. I undid the top four buttons and pulled up my bra, exposing my breasts for trembling fingers.
I didn't ask his permission. It didn't seem necessary. I fumbled to undo his flies and delve through the opening in his pants to seek the erect penis that was my immediate objective. As I found it, it jerked and pulsated in my fingers and shot its load into the palm of my hand. The force of the jet astounded me. My hand and arm were drenched and there was a large patch of spunk down the front of my dress.
I feared he might turn away in his embarrassment and hastened to grab a hand and guide it up to my crotch. All the while my other hand held firmly on to the prick that had paid me such homage. It went softer temporarily, but never limp. A little rubbing and it was hard and ready for work again. Nervous fingers were inside the wide legs of my knickers exploring my minge. My pulse was pounding and I was perspiring freely.
I honestly don't think he knew the first thing about making love to a girl. He had no idea what to do to relieve my pent up emotions. I let go and left him standing as if in a trance, with his great cock jutting out of his trousers like a flag-pole.
I yanked a very old settee from out of the debris and pulled it clear into the center of the hut. I had my knickers off in a jiffy and hold of his prick before he knew I had ever let go of it.
Wanking him tenderly, I drew him towards the couch and pulled him down on top of me. I unfastened the remaining bottoms of his trousers and pushed them and his pants together down his thighs as far as I could reach. My own dress was up round my waist and I was lying flat on my back dragging him on top of me. I wanted to be ravished by this attractive boy. I yearned to give myself to him, even though he might never see me again. The fact that he was inexperienced and we had no contraceptives never crossed my mind. All I wanted was to be fucked and fucked by this hard prick I held in the palm of my hand.
I doubt if he knew what he was doing, so great was his lust. He kissed my breasts, my neck, my eyes and my lips, muttering all the terms of endearment he could think of, leaving me to do all that was needed.
I finally got the massive tool engaged in the entrance to my throbbing quim and grasped his buttocks to urge him on to thrust the organ into my passage. He lunged fiercely with every ounce of strength he possessed.
I gave one piercing scream, as I felt it plunge up into my belly, brushing aside all the obstacles in its path. I was aware of the sharp pain as the thin skin tore and allowed it to penetrate to the full extent of my ravished cunt.
God, how he hurt me! But as Brenda had said, the pain only served to increase the desire and the wonderful sensations inside me.
He didn't need to be told what to do then. His animal instincts sufficed to urge him to work his penis up and down my bloody vagina. It felt like a huge pistol lunging in and out. His balls were hanging down between my wide-open thighs and I stretched down between the hairy cheeks of his arse to locate them. They felt firm and full of spunk. He must have been storing it up for just such an occasion as this.
I concentrated on my own ejaculation as I knew it would have to be achieved quickly if I was to come before or simultaneously with his orgasm.
Thank heavens I hadn't tossed myself off since Mary had made me spend in the dormitory the previous night. I think it was feeling the large prick filling every inch of my passage that enabled me to beat him by a matter of seconds.
With a long-drawn-out sigh, I felt myself gripping his tool with every muscle in my greasy quim. Waves of joy swept through me and my lips parted in a smile of radiant satisfaction. Hugh was grunting and gasping for breath and the prick inside me was throbbing wildly. Then it happened, even while I was still reveling in my own spasms. He spent with one mighty gush of hot semen that seemed to scald my raw passage and splash back from the entrance to my womb.
"Oh! ... Ohh! ... that's wonderful," I moaned in sheer ecstasy.
He lay still with all his weight on me, breathing hard, his lips pressed to mine, until both his cock and my fanny had stopped their pounding.
It was fully ten minutes before we had recovered sufficiently to disengage our contented bodies.
He looked at me rather ruefully and was on the point of making some senseless apology, when I said, "It's alright Hugh, I wanted you just as much as you wanted me. I wanted you since the first time I saw you. It's as much my fault as yours, but I don't regret what's happened. I loved every minute of it."
My eyes must have convinced him of my sincerity, because he gave me an affectionate hug and replied: "Thanks, Allison, I feel much better about it now. I do love you, darling and I don't want this to be the end of our affair. I've got to see you from time to time and you must write to me after we leave. By the time you're sixteen I should be through my finals and hope I will have got a good job. Then, I'm going to ask you to marry me."
He smiled at me tenderly and added. "You do believe I mean it, don't you? I'll wait for you, sweetheart and I won't as much as look at another girl." I knew he meant it and that this was the man I was one day going to marry.
We took ages to clean and tidy ourselves up. He thought it best we should return separately, but promised to see me the next afternoon in the summer house at five, when he was sure he would be free.
We spent a further five minutes saying our farewells and I watched him crossing the lawns openly, before I took the long devious route round behind the hedge. When I came on the porch, he was no longer to be seen.
I went straight to Brenda's study and told her everything. Laura was out somewhere with Jean, so it was easier to tell her the full details.
When I had finished, she looked gravely worried. "But Allison, my dear, she gasped, he should have pulled out. You must do something about it right away, if it's not already too late, or you're going to find yourself pregnant.
She hustled me up to the bathroom next our own dormitory. "Quick get your pants and stockings off and stand in the bath. I'm going to Miss Rawlings' room. Shiela once told me she has a syringe there that she douches herself with."
A few minutes later she was back with a syringe tucked under her blazer. She ran some hot water into a basin and got it as soapy as possible. Then when she had cooled it to the right temperature, she filled the syringe and greased the shaft with some Vaseline she had borrowed as well.
She carefully inserted it as far as she could and squeezed the bulb. This sent short, sharp bursts of the soapy fluid surging up my quim and flowing out to drip in to the bath and run down the insides of my legs.
Twice more she filled it and douched me out. Then she passed me a towel to dry myself, while she busied herself emptying the gadget and drying it. She smuggled it and the jar of Vaseline back into the games mistress' bedroom and we got down just in time for tea.
Next day I saw Hugh again and told him what a brick Brenda had been. He told me how worried he had been himself and we decided that it would be best to play safe and content ourselves with tossing each other off. I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of wanking off a male organ and watching him come.
CHAPTER ELEVEN And Everyone Lived Happily Ever After ...
The three more days before the audit was finished meant three more secret rendezvous. By the time Hugh left, we regarded ourselves as unofficially engaged; and Hugh succeeded in bribing the old gardener into agreeing to act as a courier. He was to write to me and enclose the letter in an envelope addressed to the old man. He would also take my letters and mail them for me outside the school grounds.
Brenda managed to steal another night out at half term and a final one just before Christmas with the passionate Antonio.
Meanwhile Jean moved into Laura's dormitory and I continued to make whoopee with Brenda and Mary, with an odd episode with my red-headed pal thrown in for good measure. Shiela and Ann kept up their now firmly established liaison.
Mrs. Rowlands got herself in the family way and walked round the size of an elephant. The old head seemed to take a pride in showing her off to all and sundry, as a farmer might his pregnant cow.
As for Fanny Craddock, she had the nerve to purloin my summer house, to which Rex plodded along after her to perform what I now believed was his daily duty. I wondered if the affair had blossomed into some form canine fornication. I used to get a kick out of trying to picture the ugly old bag on her hands and knees, being ardently shagged by the randy Alsatian.
The new girls were soon as bad as the rest of us and orgies involving sometimes as many as six girls at a time became the order of the day-I should say night. They would push three beds together side by side and all one could see would be a whirling mass of arms and legs and buried heads as they masturbated and gammed one another en bloc.
If anyone has a daughter of average intelligence and above average good looks, then I can recommend Llangothlan as the ideal place to further her education and prepare her for life in this wicked world we live in.
It is often said that one's school days are amongst the happiest days of one's life. I thoroughly endorse this view. One day, when I'm married to Hugh and the mother of a growing family, I shall temporarily forget my dull respectability and relive in my mind's eye those happy, carefree, sexy months I spent in Wales.
But uppermost in my sweetest recollections will be my long affair with Brenda, whom I missed terribly when she left, but still write to and see on rare occasion; secondly my association with young Mary that helped me get over Brenda's departure; thirdly the exquisite cunt of my pal Jean and last but not least my unforgettable initiation into married bliss at the hands-or rather with the prick-of my husband, Hugh.
So, girls, when you've read my story, get stuck in and make the most of life while you're still young enough to enjoy it.
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
I had had my eye on these two girls ever since Betty arrived to join St. Celia's on an exchange system-she was a well built, curvaceous blonde and very pretty-and she immediately seemed to strike up a great friendship with little Anne, a good four inches shorter than herself, plump and with long dark hair done up into two long tight plaits.
On every possible occasion I observed them together and felt that if it was not for the school precaution of putting three girls to share a room-they could easily become more than just friends!
Then Jennifer, the third girl in their room, was taken ill and moved into the infirmary!
There was a loft over the stables converted into a workshop, where I kept my tools and did the odd bench jobs that the school's maintenance required and I soon discovered that the small window under the eaves of this was opposite the window of the room that these girls shared!
By mounting my camera on a tripod and using the long telephoto lens on it-I had the equivalent of a telescope that gave me a good view of the interior of the room and I spent much of my spare time up there, keeping them under surveillance now that they were completely alone!
It was not long before I saw definite evidence that my premonitions had been right!
At the end of a summer's day with the temperature quite high, I was watching them as they settled down to their 'prep' for the following day's lessons, the powerful, sharply focused lens and the fine textured screen giving me an almost perfect view, as they found it warm and Betty, being a visitor and retaining her own school's uniform of gym-dip and tie, was feeling it oppressive.
They opened the window and my view was even better, then she loosened her tie. Anne, in the more advanced uniform of skirt and blouse with tie that our school permitted for its senior girls, also slipped down the knot of her tie and they tried to get on with some more work before Betty was undoing the small buttons, two on each shoulder and letting the upper half of her slip fall around her waist.
Now two well developed pairs of breasts were quite limned by the thin nylon of their blouses and it was not only my attention that was focusing on the four thrusting mounds of flesh!
I saw both girls losing track of their books and looking over to see the development of their partner's breasts, then glancing down at their own fronts and throwing back their shoulders to bring what they had to its greatest prominence!
A little later and prep was being forgotten and they were talking, with their eyes often falling to what they were obviously discussing!
First Anne, then Betty, their hands came up and lightly squeezed the protruding orbs of nubile flesh that graced their shirt-fronts and then as if by common consent, they were both going to the tiny buttons, ties thrust well aside and opening up the fronts of their blouses!
I held my breath and found the eye-piece of my camera fogging!
A quick rub with my handkerchief cured that and I was rewarded with and excited by the thrilling sight of two well shaped and full pairs of tits out in the open!
If anything Anne's were even bigger than Betty's although she was the shorter girl-and they were obviously fully taken up with staring at each other's exposed chests!
Hands slowly rose and thrust the tits into greater prominence; then they were moving their chairs nearer and the arms crossed as they felt the texture of each other's!
This started in a spirit of enquiry or of experimentation, but rapidly changed to subtle, caressing movements and I could plainly see the way in which the erectile tips of those exposed breasts rose and jutted forth, turning a deep red and the movement of the breasts increased as their breathing quickened under die stimulus of the mutual thrills and 'prep' was completely forgotten!
The conduct marks that this ignoring of their work would undoubtedly bring during the following day's lessons was ignored-they were wholly and utterly concerned with the thrills and sensations that their fingers were stirring in each other, their bottoms starting to shift restlessly on the chairs as their passions flared higher and higher!
A blonde and a brunette head moved in unison, inwards, turning and they were kissing, long and lingeringly as their fingers squeezed, pressed, stroked and pinched away at the bared tits and their thighs pressed tightly together to try and contain the rising sexuality in their loins!
This state of affairs could not be sustained forever and their free hands were moving down-to rest on each other's thighs, then start to gather up and thrust back the pleated skirts and travel over the nylon stockings that they were allowed to wear as senior girls over their rounded thighs, with the regulation white socks of the school worn over them!
The skirts slithered up and my own temperature rose with them; then eager hands were forcing down inside tiny fancy panties, all lacy and frilly, moving suggestively and rhythmically through the thin stuff and their other hands were squeezing harder at the exposed tits as they both rose up towards a crescendo of feeling!
There was no attempt to get back to their work-and when they had broken apart, both obviously well satisfied by their experiences, they rested, then put the light out and went to bed!
Well pleased with the accuracy with which I had forecast their interest in each other and the thrilling scene I had witnessed, I turned in early too.
The following afternoon, I had to fix a light fitting in the detention room-and saw that my other prognostication was not far out either-both girl's names were up on the board under Form V1b, Betty with a full set of five conduct marks and Anne getting away with three-but even that-in one day-meant that she would be seeing the headmaster!
Dr. Pettigrew was a strict disciplinarian and although the girls were allowed considerable freedom in the fifth and sixth forms, any girl with three conduct marks was due for an interview with him and five-such as Betty had got-would mean stern measures being applied!
I couldn't miss this!
During the rest of the afternoon, I spent a lot of time with a ladder up to a tree near the window of the detention room, pruning and making my arrangements, so that when classes were out and the girls had had their tea and were retiring to their rooms to study, I was ensconced in the branches with my camera and with a clear view through a passage in the twigs that I had carefully snipped, well shaded and invisible to anyone looking at the tree from out in the light and focusing my lens down to cover the window, with those names chalked up as I waited for the Head and the culprits to arrive!
Dr. Pettigrew arrived, surveyed the board and I smiled as he went to the long cupboard and took out a long thin cane, whipping it experimentally through the air and flexing it between his hands!
The door opened and the blonde Betty came in biting her lower Up and eyeing the slender yellow stick that quivered as the Doctor tapped her name with its slim tip and addressed himself to her!
The lecture went on for some time-but I saw her head jerk up, cheeks flaming as he closed it with what was undoubtedly an order-and I could guess the nature of that order!
Slowly the blushing girl drew up the folds of her pleated gym-slip's skirt, gathering it up around her waist and revealing a tiny pair of black panties with white lace-slender white shirred elastic straps that traversed the plump whiteness of her thighs and were straining at the tops of her nylons and presented me with a very thrilling picture-but obviously not enough to satisfy the Doctor!
A further order was given and the hands went reluctantly and slowly up to the girl's waist, her thumbs hooking into the elasticated waist-band of the brief remaining garment, then peeling it down over the soft plumpness of her buttocks!
The cane arced in the air to emphasize the next order and she once more reached to take hold of her knickers and thrust them right down to her knees, then bend forwards, her feet a little apart, stretching the tiny garment between her knees and her chubby bottom presented beautifully to my lens!
Dr. Pettigrew seized her gym-slip with his left hand carrying it well back out of the way and smacked the slender cane sharply across the center of those twin hemisphere of soft feminine flesh!
Betty's head jerked up and round as I triggered the shutter release and her whole body stiffened!
By the time I had wound on and could see again, there was a bright pink line bisecting the half moons and she was reluctantly taking her hands away and bending forwards again whilst the Head master once more drew back his arm and aimed the cane at this tempting target!
Each time he brought the cane lashing around Betty's plump bottom, the girl almost leapt up! Her back arched and the tension was plain in the thighs as she reached back to clutch at her tormented flesh and Dr. Pettigrew calmly waited for her to resume the position before laying on the next stroke in a slightly different place, just clear of the swelling lines of red where the weals were firming on the throbbing flesh!
Betty got a good hard stroke of the cane for each of those five conduct marks on the board; then he allowed her to rise and she stood there, moving her weight from one foot to the other, her panties still down around her knees and tenderly pressing her palms to the burning cheeks of her tormented bottom as she received the closing lecture, then was bidden to pull up her knickers, dry her eyes and leave-sending in the next girl!
This, of course, was Anne!
The smaller girl came in, in her blouse and skirt, beret at an improbable angle on her locks and her pig-tails dangling on each side of her striped tie, her satchel over her shoulder and looking apprehensive as the Headmaster tapped her name on the board with the tip of that long cane and pointed out the three conduct marks beside it!
Again, a lengthy lecture was delivered and culminated in an order!
Anne reluctantly held out a hand and the Headmaster aimed his cane at this, bringing it down from well over his head in a swishing arc!
At the last moment Anne's courage failed and she drew her hand back!
The stick whistled harmlessly past it-and struck the floor!
I saw the colour rise in the Headmaster's neck-and then he was speaking, with Anne first blanching, then blushing, her eyes dropping to the floor and her hands starting to gather up her navy-blue skirt!
Holding it around her waist, she bent down and this time he was in too much of a hurry to bother with the tight, almost transparent white nylon panties that seemed stretched to bursting point over the exposed bottom!
Drawing back his cane he cracked it sharply onto this inviting target-and I saw the convulsive jerk and tensioning of the muscles as the burning pain cut into Anne's soft flesh!
Twice more the cane rose and fell-and I could quite clearly see the swelling, discolored welts through the tightly stretched nylon panties through my lens!
Once the sobbing girl had been allowed to get up and stood mere, pressing her legs tightly together and rubbing gingerly at the sore skin, then was dismissed with a stern warning of the consequences of any future conduct marks, she was dismissed and fled from the detention room, in the wake of her friend!
When the headmaster had also quitted the room, I slid down from my perch in the tree, clutching my camera and returned to my alternative observation post in the loft, overlooking the girls' window, where I remounted the camera on its tripod and focused up on the interior of the combined study and bedroom that these two now had to themselves!
CHAPTER TWO
The girls were already in the room and in the process of consoling each other after their rather painful interviews with the headmaster!
Their skirts were raised and their panties bunched around their knees as they stood side by side in front of a mirror and craned their necks to compare the three dark stripes on Anne's bottom with the five livid welts on Betty's-with hands straying across to lightly trace every mark, ridged and heated on the soft skin!
It was not long before they were busily at work repairing the damage, lying in turn on their faces on the bed, whilst the other applied a cold sponge, then smoothed in cream and finished off with powder and this led to a considerable amount of petting and caressing that got them both quite worked up-the knickers that had hung around their knees were stripped fully off and they were in each other's arms on the bed, careful to lie on their sides and fingering away down in between each other's thighs, upper knees raised to allow access to these secret places!
They applied themselves whole-heartedly to these tasks and it was not long before their pain was obviously well forgotten and they were squirming and pressing hard against each other, straining and jerking as they endured and thrilled to the sweet agony of spending!
I was in a pretty fair state of excitement myself, watching their lusting and thrusting and had to slip one hand into my trousers pocket to ease my rearing cock with a caressing that only seemed to make it worse!
When they spent, I had to open up my flies and drag it out to wank it properly, using my hankie to catch the sperm that soon spurted forth copiously!
From the number of such scenes that I was able to witness, I knew that it could not be long before they were in trouble again-they couldn't be giving the necessary attention to their school work and some of the mistresses were only too willing to give out conduct marks for the senior girls who didn't pull their weight in their studies!
I made it my business to keep a check on the black-board in the detention room and it was not long before I saw their two names up there again, with four marks each!
Again I set up my hide in the tree, with my camera and was in position early.
This time Dr. Pettigrew had them both in together-having decided that it must be a joint affair, them both sharing a room and having the same number of marks this time.
I expected him to get the cane out and give them a stroke for each conduct mark straight away-but he was trying a different approach.
The window of the detention room was open-I had seen to that! I could hear him quite distinctly as he told them, "I think that you two are behaving in a childish and irresponsible manner-so I am going to treat you as children!"
Placing one foot on the seat of a chair, he called Betty over to him first.
When the surprised girl stood beside his elevated thigh, he calmly turned her across it, flipped the full pleated skirt of her gym-tunic up over her back, then hauled down her panties and spanked her with his open hand-just like a naughty little girl!
He laid on the smacks hard enough-and after he released her some twenty ringing slaps later, she was sobbing and the whole area of her bottom was a brightly glowing red!
Making her stand in the corner, with her gym-slip held up and her rosy bottom on display, he called over Anne- and administered the same chastisement to her.
Leaving the two of them sniffling and with smacked bums on display, he informed them that he was going to lock them in to reflect on their conduct and its reward.
I continued to watch and it was not all that long before the girls dried their tears and were getting interested in each other, despite their present circumstances, looking at each other's behinds and comparing the amount of inflammation that his hand had produced on each of them, then tenderly caressing the heated skin!
I watched, enthralled as this progressed from the soft, soothing caresses, to when their hands started to stray lower and slip in between each other's thighs, touching and arousing their little quims!
As I watched, a new intensity came into their actions, fingers were pressing more urgently and deeper into moist clefts and they were embracing like a courting couple!
Then Anne had a notion that the coolness of the wall would soothe their smacked rumps and they turned, to stand side by side, skirts well up and buttocks against the cool surface, with their hands crossing as they sped down across in front of each other to continue playing with each other's aroused slits!
I took a photo of this and wound on.
Just as the view finder steadied again, I saw then-expressions change from those secret smiles of furtive pleasure, turning towards the door and I triggered the shutter as a cane came into view pointing to them and the Headmaster's voice cut into their games!
So this is what you get up to when you are left alone for five minutes! Now you will really be punished! I shall make sure that you regret this my girls!"
Flexing the pliant cane between his hands, he surveyed the two scared and rueful figures who cowered before him and assured them, "I can see that a little warming with a hand is not all sufficient to deal with either of you! For a start-I shall give you six strokes of the cane-together!"
The girl's mouths opened and their eyes went wide, but he was adamant, ordering them away from the wall, to turn around and bend forwards to present the pink tinged buttocks to him, side by side!
The headmaster's hand soon swept this up high and he whipped the long thin yellow stick around to whack across both of their bottoms, drawing a cry in unison from his victims as I triggered my shutter and found that this was the last shot on the film!
Moving across to the other side of the pair of bending figures, he swung the cane again, making it hiss through the air before it landed with a sharp thwack from the opposite direction, the tip this time biting into Anne's soft flank and a scream of pain emerging, with the girls tensing at the shock of the unbearable stinging!
He let them recover so that their bottoms were relaxed again to get the full impact as he moved back to his first position and laid on the third!
By the fourth both girls were sobbing bitterly but he went on to conclude the flogging unperturbed-then made them stand against the wall, with their marked, striped buttocks on display, holding up their clothes as he described what they looked like to him, emphasizing-the silliness and how they looked like a couple of naughty girls from the junior school and then informed them that if he had any further trouble with them they would get two strokes for each conduct mark-and if he caught them playing with each other again they would have to strip and get more than a caning across their bottoms!
Finally, he told them that they would report to the detention room after classes the following day-be locked in for an hour-and have to get on with their prep there instead of in the comfort of their study!
Replacing the cane in the long cupboard, he wrapped his gown around him and swept out-leaving them to dry their eyes and pull up their knickers to return to their room.
Once the girls had gone, I slipped down from my perch, making a mental note to be there to watch when they served their detention the following day.
I didn't bother to go to the loft this time, but hurried back to her arms, tasting the sweetness of Connie's lips, pushing her prone on the quarters to unload my camera and put in a fresh film, as I had a feeling that it would be wanted the following evening!
Darkening out the room, I put the exposed film in a tank and processed it carefully, not wishing to chance losing anything that might be on it-but in a fever of impatience to ensure that the exposures had come out right!
All was well and I was looking forwards to taking many more photos of this interesting and thrilling pair of our senior girls!
CHAPTER THREE
The following evening, I was up in the tree in plenty of time to witness the two girls being locked into the detention room to do their prep and as they seemed rather subdued by this procedure, I settled myself comfortably for a long wait whilst they bent their heads over their books and worked away diligently for some time.
There was still a good thirty minutes to go when they, with this unaccustomed concentration, had got their prep done and started to look around-and then at each other!
However, the threats of the Headmaster and the atmosphere of the detention room in which they were prisoners, contained their enthusiasm considerably and they contented themselves with a whispered conversation, interspersed with giggling and sly hands moving under the desk.
I could not see what their hands were doing, but the direction in which their arms disappeared out of sight and the involuntary movements of their bodies, allied to the feet now protruding from under the desk, left me in no doubt that they were having a clandestine rub at each other's pussies!
They were fortunate in their discretion-for a good ten minutes before the detention room clock showed the hour of their release-a mistress suddenly unlocked the door and came in!
The delay of unlocking the door was sufficient warning for our two beauties and they had their hands back on the desk-top, books open and legs once more out of sight under the desk by the time she saw them!
The mistress checked their note-books and seemed pleased enough with what they had done, for she released them and sent them off to their own room.
Once Miss Hawkins had also left the room, I was able to emerge from my hide, slither down to the ground and went over to my workshop, leaving the lights off and made my way up into the loft, to my vantage point that covered the window of the girls' room!
I was not all that long after the girls in arriving, for they had just put their books away and were settling down with two steaming mugs of cocoa, to chat over their situation and the bore of having to work in the detention room after classes.
By the time the drinks were finished, they had recalled what they were up to in the detention room and were getting aroused.
They were a little more cautious after their recent experience with Dr. Pettigrew and locked the door of their room. Then a gym-slip and a skirt were being discarded, with their ties and blouses soon following, so that they were reduced to their modern, frilly and quite thrilling undies.
It was quite obvious that these sexy garments were of interest to them too, for they made no move to strip completely and cuddled up together on the edge of the bed, with hands slowly starting to explore, over the filmy material first, then getting more desperate, brassiers were thrust up over breasts, to bunch under their chins as they first fondled, then kissed and sucked at each other's tits!
This made thrilling viewing for me and I was thoroughly enjoying myself, especially as their caresses became more abandoned and more urgent, then lascivious and hands started to push down the elasticated waist bands of panties and grope down in between gladly opened thighs!
This only satisfied them temporarily; then they were raising their weight off their behinds in turn for the other to slip their knickers right down below their knees, so that they could part these nylon clad joints and allow each other's fingers freer access to those parts that were aroused and now demanding further caresses and manipulation!
Open mouths pressed together in a long and passionate kiss, hands squeezing at tits and jerking to and fro as they frigged each other, they were out of this world in a roseate little heaven of sensuality of their own-when I saw the door knob turn!
It must have been silent, for the girls never noticed and I was almost tempted to give away my secret observation to shout a warning-but then it became obvious that the intruder had a master key, for the handle turned again-then the door was thrown open!
Miss Hawkins stood on the threshold and the opening of the door recalled our pair of beauties from their Lesbian heaven all right!
Two faces, eyes wide open, flushed up beet-red and the eyes fell under the withering look of the mistress!
I saw her lips move and the girls' hands fly off each other's bodies as though these had just become red-hot!
The girls cowered under the tirade-then she was gone, slamming and locking the door behind her!
The girls stared at each other, then hugged comfortingly together, but all thoughts of sex-games seemed to have left them-they slipped under the covers and turned out the light!
There seemed no point in remaining at my observation post, so I went down, locked up the workshop and set off for my quarters.
Passing the detention room, I saw a light on and then it went out, so I waited a minute or two, then slipped into the school and up to this room, closing the door behind me, then flicking on my lighter.
Miss Hawkins had wasted no time!
The girls' names were up on the board again, with an additional sentence chalked in the mistress' precise, rather ornate blackboard script under them.
"Caught playing with each other-see H.M. after school!"
I was not going to miss that encounter and spent my free time the next day making my preparations!
Going down to the village, I purchased a fresh roll of film for my camera and also a cheap transistorized two-way walkie talkie, one instrument of which I concealed in the detention room!
Just before school hours ended, I went to the detention room and replaced a light bulb that I had sabotaged earlier-replacing it with a larger one that would make my focusing and exposures more simple and accurate-then switched the walkie-talkie instrument to send and taped down the button!
Gaining my vantage point in the tree, I was comfortably ensconced when I saw the two girls ushered into the detention room by Miss Hawkins and when I switched on my receiver-I even heard die click of the lock as she locked them in!
The girls read the sentence that Miss Hawkins had chalked under their names and I caught a giggle, but it had a very nervous edge on it; then the girls were speculating on their impending fate!
They didn't have long to wait, for it was only two minutes after their incarceration that the door was unlocked again-and Dr. Pettigrew entered!
He ignored the two culprits as they flinched back on his entrance and went straight over to the cupboard, where he selected a long thin cane and turned to them flexing it between his hands.
"I told you that if I had any more trouble with you two-especially of this filthy sort-you would get a severe punishment. Now you are for it!"
He looked from one scarlet face to the other, then pointed his cane at Anne.
"This time-I shall take you first! Strip to the waist!"
Menaced by the quivering tip of the supple stick, Anne bit her lower lip and unfastened her tie.
With this removed, she unbuttoned her shirtwaist and removed it, then hesitated.
"Yes! That too!"
Reaching around behind her back, she freed the hooks and eyes, then let the sling bra fall, to join her other garments and leave her large, soft titties exposed, her neck flushing up as well as her face as she stood there exposed before the head!
Dr. Pettigrew pointed with his cane to a table. "Bring that over here Betty!"
With the table positioned in front of the black-board that told of their sins, he addressed the shyly down-looking Anne.
"Now! You will do exactly as you are told-or you will feel this cane across those big tits of yours-and we will see if they are more sensitive that your bum!"
The girl flinched at the thought, her arms coming up to cross protectively over the threatened mounds of soft feminine flesh!
The cane rapped sharply on the top of the table.
"Get on that table! On your tummy! Hands at this end!"
When the blushing girl had taken up this position he called to Betty.
"Come here, Betty! You seem to like pulling this girl's knickers down! So you will do that now-but not for your own lascivious entertainment-to lay it bare for chastisement!"
Betty obediently dragged up the uniform skirt, then dragged the tiny panties down until they formed a slender band of rolled nylon and elastic around her friend's plump thighs, just below the swelling mounds of the buttocks she had laid bare-to the tender mercies of that long swishy cane!
"Right! Hold her! That arm and that leg!"
One of Betty's hands grabbed her friend's arm and the other was on the back of her leg at the knee; then Dr. Pettigrew smacked the cane onto the upturned naked flesh and as Anne's leg kicked up in response to the stinging smart, he grabbed the ankle to make her fully helpless and placed the stick a little below the rising and reddening mark-to gauge where to strike next!
I triggered the camera and then watched enthralled, listening intently to the erotic sounds that were coming from my walkie-talkie!
Dr. Pettigrew took his time, laying on the strokes good and hard, dieting a scream of torment each time the supple stick cut into the tender flesh, with Anne's large breasts jerking and bobbing in a fascinating manner, her pit-tails flying as she jerked her head and flailing against those pendant tits as the flogging proceeded-until she had taken a full eight severe strokes and her bottom was marked and striped terribly!
Betty was watching-fascinated and as if mesmerized by this scene and the knowledge that it was to be her turn on the table next!
Finally the sobbing, squirming girl was released and allowed to scramble from the table, to dance and hug at her smarting, throbbing bottom!
When she quietened down sufficiently for the Headmaster's instructions to take effect, the head turned to Betty and ordered, "Now you, my girl! Get that gym-tunic off-and your blouse!"
Blushing and with trembling fingers, the girl unbuttoned the shoulder-straps and loosened the sash, allowing the heavy serge garment to fall to the floor and stepping out of it.
Her tie and blouse removed, she hesitated, her fingers on the catch of her bra and her eyes going to those of the man who was watching sternly!
"Yes, Betty! That too! Stripped to the waist and the same goes for you as for Anne! Any disobedience and the cane will come across those breasts that you are so proud of!"
The same scene was repeated, with the wet-eyed sniffling Anne helping the headmaster to restrain the blonde as she took a similar flogging-eight hard strokes of the cane, kicking, jerking in their grip and howling under the humiliating and agonizing chastisement!
Now Dr. Pettigrew confronted the two girls, red faced, wet cheeked and almost naked, apart from the panties that were rolled tightly around the tops of their thighs and the skirt rolled into a dark band around Anne's waist.
Both girls had their hands around behind them, pressed tenderly against the heated, ridged flesh where he had beaten them and their tits were being out-thrust by this position.
The headmaster stared at these proffered beauties of pulchritude; then his hand slowly raised with the cane.
Lightly but stingingly, he brought it across the four soft promontories, drawing a gasping scream from his two luckless victims, then told them, "That is a warning! Any more trouble and you might feel the cane really used there-and here!"
His hand moved and the slim yellow stick curled, hissed in the air and landed with a soft thwack across the base of the girls' bellies, the tops of their thighs, just above the rolled knickers and fairly and squarely across the pouting mounds, covered with a light fringe of pubic hairs!
"Ouch!"
Then he was putting his cane away and leaving them, locking the cupboard, but leaving the key in the key-hole as he told them, "You will remain here until lights out-then be escorted to your room! The light will stay on in your room and I will instruct Miss Hawkins to keep an eye on you! You will have little chance for your naughty games-and even less of getting away with them!"
He left, locking the door and leaving two well chastised young ladies to nurse their weals and console each other!
CHAPTER FOUR
The girls spent quite a long while in tenderly soothing each other's welts and "kissing them better" and this seemed to take their minds off their suffering very quickly!
They were even starting to play with each other's quims, when they heard footsteps approaching the detention room door!
Springing apart, they started to dress, as Miss Hawkins looked in and smiled grimly at them.
"Now! Are you still feeling so romantic-and eager to play naughty dirty games with each other?"
She didn't seem to expect any answer to her question and as both girls had their bras on by this time she didn't see the pink lines that decorated their young, full bosoms, but gloated over the angry red stripes, turning purplish, that they were hurriedly tugging knickers up over!
"Aha! I can see that the Doctor gave you a good dose of what you deserved there! That is how naughty girls' bottoms should look! Well striped and sore! You two will sleep on your tummies tonight, I'll be bound-and I guess you will eat standing up for a while!"
She went out again, locking the door and the two girls looked at each other.
"The bitch!" Burst from Betty and Anne agreed, adding, "I'd like to see to it that her bum got some stripes like ours! And I'd lay it on if I got the chance!"
She rolled her skirt down over her panties and Betty, who had been rapidly continuing to get into her clothes, was almost fully dressed, fastening her tie and pulling up the bodice of her gym-slip, to reach up onto her shoulders and fasten the small buttons on the straps.
As she hooked her satchel over her shoulder, she smiled suddenly and then told Anne, "I say! I'd forgotten all about the good news that I've got for you! Here!"
She was fumbling with the straps securing the leather bag that hung from her shoulder and Anne was crowding up to her, eagerly intent.
"Have you got it! You know-the dummy one that you said was on its way! Oh! What if Dr. Pettigrew had opened your satchel!"
Betty chuckled at the thought.
"Jolly good job he didn't! Yes. I picked it up during the afternoon break and I haven't had a chance to get rid of it-with that beast Hawkins, old Hawk-eye, bringing us straight here from class!"
The flap of the satchel was undone and then the key was in the lock again!
They broke apart, with Betty holding the satchel closed, fastening the straps as if packing her books and Anne reaching for her blouse as the mistress looked in again.
"Ah! I see you are almost dressed! Well I will be back to collect you two beauties in five minutes!"
Once the door closed and the key turned in the lock, Betty was once more loosening the straps and Anne was back stooping to see what she had got!
I couldn't resist this-and remembered my camera-to get a shot as the blonde girl drew from her school satchel a big rubber cock-a dildo, with white tapes wrapped around it for tying it into place!
"Ooooh! What a big one! But isn't it lovely! So real looking!"
Betty unrolled the tapes and showed it off with pride to the round-eyed Anne and they were obviously so thrilled by it that they had almost forgotten about their punishment!
Then they remembered and the dildo was thrust back into the satchel and Anne scrambled into her blouse, with Betty helping her with her tie-just in time for the return of the mistress to escort them from the detention room to their own room, where they were to spend the night with die lights on!
In view of this, I decided that I had better spend the night in my loft-I was pretty certain that these two couldn't leave this marvelous new toy alone, even under the threatened supervision of the mistress!
I was careful not to be spotted and by the time I was behind my telescopic lens, watching the window of the girls' room, I was in time to see Miss Hawkins leaving them, with what were undoubtedly more threats and locking them in.
The two girls went straight into each other's arms, embracing and kissing, then stripping each other with many a sly caress, ready for bed-and to await the next visit of their gaoler, obviously to estimate how long they might expect to be alone in between visits!
I had to contain my impatience and I doubt if I were any more eager than the girls for the next act in their Lesbian love affair to take place!
Eventually the door was flung open and they both pretended to be fast asleep.
Miss Hawkins peered closely at them, the closed eyes and slow, steady breathing, then seemed to be satisfied.
Once the door was relocked and her footsteps receded down the corridor, the girls were sat up-both completely naked, for they had stripped under the bedclothes whilst awaiting the visit-and Betty reached for the satchel and dragged out the rubber prick that it contained.
With much giggling and some assistance from her friend, she passed die tapes around her waist, up under her crotch and got it tied firmly into place behind her back, with the solid column of molded rubber rising most realistically and almost obscenely from her .young smooth flanks!
Anne sat mere, gazing at it in open mouthed admiration; then a hand stole over to caress and stroke its solid staff and rounded, molded knob.
I tried several exposures during this session, but as the lights were to be left on all night, smaller wattage bulbs had been put in-and the film was not at all successful!
It was not long before the girls were really getting at it, with Betty having two fingers thrust deep up into Anne's quim, between her parted thighs and the brunette girl's pig-tailed head diving down to take the molded bulbous knob into her mouth and suck it as though it were indeed a prick that she was going to take!
And it was not long before Betty was ready to give it to her!
Seizing the smaller girl by those pig-tail plaits, she pulled her head off the dildo and was pressing her back on the mattress, with one of her knees pressing in between Anne's thighs to open them!
Anne lay back eagerly, her knees rising and parting until the soles of her feet were planted firmly on the sheet well apart and her body was open and available to the prick bearing girl kneeling in between them!
Betty leaned forwards, one hand on the rubber staff to guide the head of the tool as she lowered her loins towards the waiting ones and pointed the rounded, solid head of the artificial cock-to press it in between the open, soft outer lips of Anne's cunt and probe around to get it in the right position and pressing against the inner lips guarding the vagina proper!
I saw the smaller girl's mouth open and her eyes dose as the blonde forced against her-and made those delicate lips yield and accept the distending, stretching tool that filled them and then was forcing slowly up into her body!
As the first stretching was completed, she suddenly relaxed, then sprang into action!
Her feet left the bed, arced up and clasped around the body of the girl over her-and drew the other girl tightly to her-forcing the dummy cock right up into her eagerly receptive body!
The two naked bodies remained like this for a little while, locked tightly together and with the thick staff of rubber rammed up inside Anne's quim to the hilt-then Betty took charge!
Her bottom, still bearing the livid marks of the headmaster's cane, rose and drove down again, with Anne responding with a squirm of her hips and her heels leaving Betty's back, then starting to drum on it, in a soft rhythm that told of her excitement as she felt the huge rubber cock moving in and out, pressing and rubbing against all the sensitive inner surfaces of her distended vaginal passage!
As their excitement increased, the heels moved further down and finally drummed hard on the wealed buttocks of the girl who was fucking her-and stimulated Betty to a violent, intense, frenzied pounding of her loins, driving the breath from her friend-even as it triggered her off for that supreme moment-her orgasm!
Slowly they drew apart-then obviously heard the mistress' footsteps, rolling apart and onto their sides some distance apart and pretending to be asleep, with the wet dildo under the protective arch of Betty's arm to disguise its outline!
Again Miss Hawkins entered the room and looked closely at them, suspicious of the heightened colour of their cheeks, but finally seeming to be satisfied that they were asleep!
When she had left this time, Betty quickly unstrapped the dildo and wiped it off on a pair of Anne's panties that she grabbed up-then hid it away again under her pillow and the girls embraced and kissed fondly before settling down for the remainder of the night, well satisfied with their new experience in Lesbian behaviour as compensation for the sound whippings that they had received!
I returned to my quarters once they had really settled down and changed the film in my camera, developing die one I had taken out and feeling considerable disappointment at the ones of the girls in their room, whilst delighted at the ones in the detention room!
Cutting the thin underexposed negatives off, I hung up the good ones to dry and left the other in to soak, with a view to trying intensification on them the next day when I could buy some chemicals!
I went to bed, rather disappointed at the lack of success of the photos in the girls' room, but well enough contented with the rest of my day-and the sights I had witnessed and the way in which my walkie-talkie had allowed me to hear all that went on in the detention room, taking a mental note to go in and fetch the other set first thing in the morning!
CHAPTER FIVE
The alarm clock awakened me at six-thirty and I was soon making my way along to the detention room.
Recovering the walkie-talkie, I hid it in my tool bag and went over to my workshop, then up into the loft, to test it with the other set.
After being switched on for over twelve hours the battery was well down and I replaced it-in case I needed it again.
Having taken care of this, I took a casual peep through the focusing system of my camera, still trained on the window of the girls' room.
I stiffened to attention!
The girls were up and awake betimes. Then I realized that they most likely thought this would give them some uninterrupted time together, as Miss Hawkins was duty mistress and would have to take charge of calling the school before she could come to let them out!
Betty was fully dressed already, apart from her shoes and sitting on the edge of the bed, where she was joined by Anne, wearing her socks skirt and a sling bra that left her large tits fully exposed.
They slipped into a swift cuddle and it was not long before Betty, with a sly smile, fumbled under her pillow and dragged out the dildo that she had used to fuck Anne the night before!
She pressed the solid column of rubber in between those twin hummocks of nubile flesh and I saw a quiver in the brunette girl's plumply rounded shoulders as she felt the sensation of the hard, smooth rubber pressing into that sensitive hollow.
Now, thrilling to this unusual caress, her own hand moved out and across, thrusting back the loose folds of the pleated skirt of her friend's gym-slip, to reveal as she got it high up above the nylon-clad thighs that Betty had not put on any knickers yet and there were those fine curly hairs covering the base of her belly on show!
Betty's nearest leg moved, out over the one of her companion, to open up her thighs to the exploring fingers, as her free fingers of the hand that supported the dildo pressed up under the proud nipple on the nearest of Anne's tits and made it fairly thrust out!
I triggered the shutter of the camera and then watched as the tits were rolled on the rubber cock and the fingers of the recipient of this treatment set to work in earnest with two fingers deep up in the cleft, to frig Betty up towards her first come of the day!
This orgasm was achieved-I saw the arching and tensing of Betty's back and thighs, then the sudden rushing relaxation; then she was slipping that rubber prick out of sight in her satchel, whilst Anne got into her blouse and tie.
When they were both getting into their panties, they paused with these only knee high, to present their bottoms to each other's inspection!
There were pink lines left where they had been caned, but whatever treatment they had used had been very effective!
When they heard the approach of their gaoler, they sprang up and the knickers were hastily tugged up into place and skirts smoothed down, so that they only had to step into their shoes to be ready to accompany Miss Hawkins down to the dining room for breakfast!
I had to leave the loft and get about my work for the day-but was delighted to have been lucky enough to witness and photograph this early morning little scene with the two girls!
I was kept pretty busy during the day, but made sure that I got to the detention room in time to plant the walkie-talkie with the switch taped to "Transmit" again and take up my observation position in the tree by the end of classes!
The girls were shepherded into the room and locked in and then Miss Hawkins had to go off to deal with another class that was being kept in its classroom and she had to take charge of.
Over the walkie-talkie, I heard Betty and Anne discussing this and the fact that they would be free from interruption for at least an hour.
They decided to leave their "prep" and do it in bed, as they would have the light on all night, thus gaining an hour's privacy in the detention room!
The decision taken, they were soon locked in each other's arms and kissing, their hands roaming up and down each other's bodies and their passions being gradually stirred up to that point when sex games became the only matter of import in life!
Eventually they broke apart, flushed and temporarily sated with these mild pleasures, both of them looking around as though seeking inspiration for something to bridge the change from caresses to real sex activity.
It was then that Anne's roaming eye lighted on the cupboard against the wall and the key that Dr. Pettigrew had left in its lock!
"Oh! I say, Betty! Old Petters has left his key in the cupboard! Let's investigate!"
Both girls were up on their feet and went over to the tall cupboard, where Betty seized the key and turned it, to throw open the door and allow them to gaze on the array of things hung inside it!
Along in a row hung canes of various sizes, from short straight ones to the long thin one that he had used on them-and one even longer and quite thick, almost half an inch across.
Beside these hung a collection of straps of all lengths and weights, with plain, rounded and split ends.
In two tall containers of water at the bottom of the cupboard stood a pair of birch rods, one quite short and of half a dozen thin twigs and the other nearly a yard long and with a dozen stronger twigs bound tightly at their thicker ends!
On the back of the door hung a short, rounded piece of wood, with half a dozen long thin strips of leather fastened to one end, to form a sort of whip and a wooden paddle, like a table-tennis bat, but with the flat surface covered with a pattern of drilled holes.
They surveyed this display of implements of correction, speculating on their use and effectiveness and which ones would be best used on which of their school mates, with Anne reiterating her statement of the previous day about "Old Hawkeye"!
"Just give me two minutes with any of these-and Miss Hawkins well bent over-and I'd teach her what a naughty girl's bottom should look like indeed!"
Betty looked appraisingly at her companion and lover, noting the gleam in her eyes and the way in which her fingers were clenching.
"Do you know! I believe that you would really enjoy wielding the rod! Would you?"
Ann bit her lower lip, then nodded. "I know what it feels like having it across your bum-and I know how exciting the marks can look afterwards-but I'm sure you could get quite a 'kick' out of using the stick and watching those marks spring up as you made them! Am I terrible?"
Betty chuckled, "No, darling! We all are entitled to our little fancies! I must admit that apart from the sting of a tanning, I have often got quite a 'kick' out of-especially afterwards, but even as you get it. There is something very intimate about it-especially when it's on your bare bum! One day on the holidays, a year ago, I was playing with some younger nieces and we played schools-well as the oldest I was naturally picked for the role of the Headmistress!"
She paused, wet her lips, then went on, "The others took it in turn to be teacher and asked the usual questions and lifted the other's frocks to smack their bottoms-then if they were naughty again they were sent to me: We were playing in an old stable and my 'office' was one of the old stalls. Once a girl was sent to me-the school stopped and they all lined the partition watching over it as I 'dealt with' the naughty one! I had a strap-a bit off an old harness that was there-and made them bend over the manger! I pulled their knickers down to give it to them properly and gave them between three and six smacks that made quite red marks-and made them squeal! It was very exciting-and I'd have loved to give one of them a real thrashing-you know made them really cry!"
She stopped, breathless and I was getting quite a thrill out of hearing this account. Then Anne chipped in, "I say! Are you game? I'll let you give me six-if you will let me do it to you!"
They immediately agreed on this and played "Eenie Meenie" for who went first-with the decision going to Anne!
The brunette's eyes were glittering with excitement as she took down the long thin cane and toyed with it, then looked at Betty!
Taking the taller blonde girl by the hand, she led her out to the clearest space in front of the blackboard and told her, "Bend over you naughty girl! I will teach you a lesson!"
Betty bent forwards, putting her hands on her knees and the eager brunette turned back her gym-slip, then pulled and thrust her knickers right down around her nylon clad thighs!
Anne's left arm went over and around the bending back to hold her friend in position and she raised the thin cane!
"Whapp!"
"Oh-Ouch!"
The sound of the cane meeting that bare bum and Betty's gasp as it stung her came clearly over the walkie-talkie and as she jerked and Anne prepared to give her another stroke, I triggered the shutter of my camera.
She made that cane sting-and there were real tears on Betty's face by the time she had made six sets of almost parallel lines across that soft skin and let her friend stand up!
Betty massaged her stinging rear and her eyes gleamed as she held out her hand to accept the cane!
With this in her hand, she seemed to quickly recover from the smarting sensation in her rear and quickly tugged her knickers up into place as she flexed it and told Anne, "Right-ho! Now it is your turn to have a sore bottom!"
Dragging a chair into place in front of the blackboard, she ordered the smaller girl to bend over its back and put her hands on the seat-then she quickly tugged up the navy-blue skirt and drew down Anne's flimsy lace-trimmed panties, pushing them well down around the chubby knees and laying bare from Anne's waist down to the tops of her white socks, with just the stretched, rolled band of her down thrust panties to break the fair skin!
She adopted the technique of the headmaster and struck from alternate sides, making the supple cane sing through the air and crack sharply across its invitingly presented target!
CHAPTER SIX
By the time a sobbing Anne had been allowed to recover some of her composure and pull up her panties to cover the ridged weals that Betty had inflicted on her-both of them were looking at each other with eyes that sparkled with more than just the effect of the tears they had shed during their games with the cane!
They looked at each other and then Anne asked, almost in a whisper, "I say! My bum's on fire-but I feel randy! My quim is all wet-how do you feel, darling?"
Betty agreed that she was experiencing a very similar sensation and they fell into each other's arms to kiss and cuddle.
As they broke apart, Anne bit her lower lip and asked Betty, "How long have we got?'.
A glance at her small wrist-watch and Betty assured her, "Nearly half an hour I should think-what shall we do?"
Anne looked at her. "I think for a start we had better take our knickers off before they get any wetter!"
Both girls slipped down their fancy little panties and stepped out of them; then Betty opened her satchel to put them away in it-and her eyes fell on the dildo nestling amongst her handkerchiefs, pencils and exercise books!
She drew it out and Anne's eyes gleamed as she quickly tugged her skirt right up around her waist!
Without waiting for any instructions, she sat astraddle on the chair, wincing as her wealed bottom came into contact with its surface and took her weight, then waited eagerly.
Betty scorned the tapes-there was no time for wearing the dildo -and she dropped to her knees beside those wide open thighs, bending to plant a soft, moist kiss on the open lips of the randy cunt that was so frankly displayed.
Popping the rounded tip of the dildo into her mouth, she sucked it quickly to moisten it and lubricate it and placed it against those parted outer lips, working it around, with Anne's eyes closing and her mouth opening as she panted with delight at its touch and Betty located the inner lips, using the fingers of her free hand to pull the quim wide open!
With a strong thrust, Betty drove the knob in, paused, then thrust it up her friend in a series of short, regular thrusts that made the girl's thighs quiver, tense and relax-just as if she were really being fucked!
"Oh! It's so big! O! It's so lovely! Oh! Darling-split me! Give me a baby! Fuck me!"
The girl's voice was almost hysterical in my ear as I listened to the walkie-talkie and watched this thrilling scene, my cock out of my trousers and in my free hand!
Now Betty set to work, plying the rubber prick with long slow strokes so that half of it appeared, all shiny and wet-then rammed back up out of sight and her victim's belly quivered and jerked at each thrust!
It didn't take long and Betty speeded up the fucking motion as she saw the belly's tensing and knew that her friend was on the verge of an orgasm!
Anne spent with a soft cry of delight, her whole body seeming to rear up and strive to take even the molded balls on the base of the artificial penis up into her, then slumping in content against the chair and wincing again at the twinges this caused in her caned bottom!
Slowly, gently, Betty eased the dildo back down and out of her and grabbed a hankie from inside the bosom of her gym-slip to wipe it off, then gently wipe over the twitching, moist lips of Anne's well fucked, dribbling quim!
Anne remained sprawled back on the chair with her legs spread wide-one hand gentry rubbing at her throbbing quim and her eyes closed in the heavenly aftermath of the orgasm that her friend had so skillfully induced, whilst Betty went to the board with a smile and grabbed up a piece of chalk.
Swiftly she drew a large heart on the clear space in the corner and an arrow piercing it.
Her own name went above it, "loves" was then written in the pierced heart and Anne down below it diagonally opposite where she had chalked "Betty".
As an afterthought, she chalked the word "true", in brackets under Anne's name, then drew Anne's attention to her handiwork!
The smaller girl was delighted and came up off the chair to kiss her lover passionately.
As they clung together, squirming and thrusting with their hips at each other, tongues darting into each other's mouths, Anne's skirt slipped back into place and I lost sight of her marked bottom-but they were getting rapidly excited again!
As they broke apart, for air, Anne asked in a breathless tone that was little more than a whisper, "Oh! You are so good for me, Betty! I had a lovely come when you fucked me! Could I-well, can I use it on you, darling! I'd love to fuck you with it and let you enjoy the thrills that you have given to me!"
Betty agreed enthusiastically and rummaged in her satchel for the dildo, handing it to the smaller girl, then thought for a moment and went to the chair.
Grasping its back, she knelt on the seat and then gathered up her gym-tunic, pulling it well up out of the way, over her back and grasping the back of the chair again, she bent forwards, almost as if for another spanking, thrusting her plump bum out and calling to Anne, "Come on-see if you can get it up like this, from the back!"
Eyes a gleam with excitement, Anne grabbed the dildo, her fingers curling around the molded balls at its base-to leave the whole length of the solid robber staff available to penetrate her friend's body-and came to stand to one side of the out-thrust hips!
The bulbous rubber knob inserted in between the backs of Betty's thighs, close up under her bottom, she maneuvered it-and located the crevice she sought!
Betty gave a gasp of pleasure and wriggled her hips, making it even more accessible-and with a hard thrust, Anne stretched those inner lips and lodged the knob!
Her free hand was raised and placed on the bent back of the figure on the chair helped Betty to retain her position and to hold the folds of the gym-slip up out of the way and Anne started to thrust up, drawback and then thrust further as she worked the dummy cock up into Betty's avid body!
I sighted up and my finger was just on the shutter release to record this sexy scene, when the detention room door was flung open by Miss Hawkins!
The girls looked around in alarm and the shutter clicked!
There was a strange smile on the mistress' face as she came into the room, closed the door and surveyed the scene, the two girls, frozen into a form of immobility by their shock at being caught so flagrantly playing the forbidden games and the dildo, still almost half into Betty-then the marks on her buttocks and the head's cane lying where they had dropped it-and the crude statement of affection chalked on the black-board!
"Well-well-well, girls! You know what you would get from the Headmaster if I report this little scene to him!"
The two girls nodded dumbly, unable to get their voices, throats and mouths dried up in their terror and surprise and Miss Hawkins smiled rather wolfishly as her eyes went once more to the cane, the dildo and the chalking.
"I think that you might prefer to come along to my quarters!"
Both girls nodded, a starting relief on their faces as they realized that things might not be as bad as they had at first appeared!
The decision taken, Miss Hawkins became brisk, organizing them and ordering, "Right-Anne, rub that off the board-you, Betty, put away that cane-I have one of my own if we need it! You can put that lovely dildo in the satchel-we will need that!"
The girls' faces showed their delight at the indication of what was in the mistress' mind as they sped to do her bidding and I started to frantically work out the position of Miss Hawkin's apartment and the sitting of the windows to see if I could gain a vantage point and watch the sequel to this affair!
Miss Hawkins' apartment was on the ground floor at the back of the school and facing the shrubbery that screened off the kitchen garden and I had a potting shed there-but it would be too far away-unless I could obtain a longer focus telephoto lens! I couldn't get pictures, but I had a pair of binoculars that might let me see what went on if the curtains weren't drawn!
As soon as the three of them left the detention room, I slid down the tree and sped off to flank the school and get to my shed!
By the time I got there, I knew that I was in luck! I saw the lights go on in the sitting room of the mistress' apartment and no one drew the curtains, believing themselves quite safe by virtue of the fact that the kitchen gardens were out of bounds and it was the most isolated part of the building-without even a path before the windows!
Seating myself on top of a short step ladder to watch through the top part of the window, the field of my binoculars just cleared the top of the box-wood hedge and I quickly focused the eyepieces to bring the scene into sharp focus.
They were good glasses, bought as War Dept. surplus and I could make out the expressions on their faces clearly!
There was a certain amount of animated talk going on and I saw Miss Hawkins temporarily go out of my field of view, to return after a few moments with three glasses of wine!
This had all the earmarks of a Lesbian triangle!
As the wine was consumed, clothing loosened and the mistress' gown and frock soon disappeared to treat me to an unusual sight of this woman in the most fancy and daring of undies!
Now she turned again and then a cane appeared in sight-with the girls all talking eagerly, their lips moving almost incessantly and their eyes sparkled with enthusiasm!
Then I discovered why!
The mistress calmly slipped her tiny fancy briefs down and bent over the arm of a chair-for both girls to use the cane on her plump and mature behind! They obviously enjoyed this thoroughly-and she took three strokes from each of them!
Even at this distance I could see the marks that sprang into sight and swelled up on her skin-proving that the girls were really laying it on to get the most out of this unusual chance of revenge-and to use the cane on their mistress!
Miss Hawkins really felt the whipping too! I saw her feet kicking up frantically as the strokes were laid on-but she retained her position-seeming to invite the girls to continue!
With a pattern of livid welts emblazoned on her plump arse, she straightened up a little stiffly and ruefully rubbed at her bum as she spoke to her tormentors. Then Betty opened the satchel and took out the dildo!
Once more Miss Hawkins bent over the arm of the chair, but this time Betty was kneeling beside it-removing her lacy, half-cup bra and getting her eager hands and lips to the teacher's tits, whilst Anne got in close behind the bent bum and spread wide the thighs, to ram the dummy cock firmly up into the mistress' deprived and avid fanny!
This scene continued with many variations late into the night, but space prohibits my continuing this account-and the distance prohibited my getting any good pictures of this Lesbian orgy!
