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 Setting: St.  Saviours Catholic Co-educational Boarding School.  1971

   Harriet Johnson by Holy Jack

   Harriet Johnson was the prettiest 11 year old that Mr.  Williams had
seen in a long while.  He had been at St.  Saviours Catholic school for 15
years, so that was saying something.  When his new class of first years had
walked in at the beginning of September, he found himself staring at this
new girl.  He was to have this class as his form for the rest of the year,
which meant registration twice a day.  He also was to teach them Maths and
History.  The new school year also came with other changes.  A new
Headmistress had been appointed, Sister Francesca.  She was a large woman
with thick black eyebrows and sharp eyes.  She certainly had the look to
instill fear in anyone.  She had a penetrating middle register voice and
she had a way of smiling at people that chilled to the bone.  However as
time went on Sister Francesca seemed less imposing.  She made very few
changes to the way the school was ran and the teachers and children settled
down to their work in much the same way as before.  While she was aloof
with many she seemed unusually warm towards Mr.  Williams.  In fact there
was something about her that he seemed to find oddly familiar.

   St.  Saviours prided itself on good morals, good discipline and high
adacemic achievement.  About 50% of the teachers were nuns and they were
known to be strict and even at times unfair.  Mr.Williams was not unfair,
at least not these days.  Five years ago the school had removed the
teacher's privilege to shame pupils.  Since that day there had been no
public humiliations and no bare bottom spankings, not even by the head. 
This decision had been made mainly due to certain teachers enthusiam for
making pupils stand in the corner with their pants down as a shaming
exercise.  Mr.  Williams missed those days.  He had probably been the most
enthusiastic.  He regularly caned boys but most of all he loved to make
girls take down their knickers in front of the class.  He loved the way
this excited the boys and embarrassed the girl in question.  Any girl who
was pretty had no chance.  It didn't make any difference if she was
well-behaved.  The slightest excuse and it was knickers down, either in
front of the class or later in his private study.  A trip to his private
study meant only one thing - girls were required to take everything off
including shoes and socks.  Then he made them wait for half and hour or so
before giving them a hand spanking over his knee.  Yes, he dearly missed
those erotic times but rules were rules and Mr.  Williams, being the kind
of person he was, always abided by rules.

   These days he delivered all punishments fairly and it was usually boys,
only occasionally did a girl receive a beating.  The severity of Mr. 
Williams' punishments varied depending on the misdemeanor.  A minor
indescretion might warrant a ruler on the hand.  If a child had been
particularly bad, then Mr.  Williams would tell them to come to the front
and bend over.  Then the poor unfortunate would receive a beating on their
behind with his three-foot blackboard ruler.  Mr.  Willians' blackboard
ruler was not an ordinary flexible one, no.  It was made of thick hard
wood. A beating on the seat of the trousers most definitely hurt and most
boys that got a beating were crying at the end of only six strokes.  So far
this year Mr.  Williams had only given 6 beatings in front of the class. 
None of those had been given to a girl and all the beatings had been over
the trousers.

   There had never been a need to reprimand Harriet Johnson this year.  She
was one of the most intelligent and well-behaved pupils in the class. 
Harriet always had a pleasing smile and was quick to answer questions.  In
fact nearly everything about her was perfect.  Her hair was blond, her legs
were long, her skin was flawless and unlike many faceless neutral blonds
she was sexy too.  She had a sexual aura about her but not a flirtatious
assuming one.  She was just nice.  She wasn't even annoyingly perfect.  Of
course all the boys in her class were in awe of her and many of the older
boys were madly keen to talk to her.  That was strange in itself.  Not many
11 year-olds were so attractive that they turned sixth former's heads.  Her
fresh faced glow, her sparkling eyes and her perfect bare legs seemed to
turn heads everywhere as she walked around the school.

   It was now the end of June and Mr.  Williams realised that he had been
infatuated with her since the beginning of that very first term.  At night
he still masturbated to dreams of her.  He had also begun to love her in a
way that he had never loved a pupil before.  When she answered a question,
he pondered for a long time as he looked longingly into her sparkling
bright blue eyes.

   All the girls commented secretely.  "Mr Williams loves you!" they would
say, but she did not think this unusual, it was just his way of doing
things.  Now that summer had arrived, the class were required to do some
end of year exams.  The results of these would be sent to their parents. 
Harriet was friends with three other girls - Mandy, Teresa and Daisy.  They
went around as a happy foursome.  There was a fat girl called Geraldine who
was unfortunately picked on by this gang although Harriet never joined in.
Geraldine was teased and sometimes tricks were played on her.  Mr. 
Williams was aware of this little feud but because most of it happened out
of his classroom, he never needed to reprimand any of the gang.  Geraldine
was not bright either and she knew her parents would be angry again with
her results for this term.

   One lunchtime, when the other girls were not around, Harriet was talking
to Geraldine about the exams and Geraldine told her of her worry about
doing badly - particularly in maths.  Harriet felt sorry for her and said
that she could help by making up a sheet of all the formulae including the
methods.  She said that this was the way that she studied and it would be
no bother to make up an extra sheet.  Geraldine was of course very happy
about this.  The next day Harriet gave Geraldine the sheet and thought no
more about it.

   The exam was at the end of that week and all the class had to take it in
the main hall supervised by Mr.Williams and Mr.  McManus the Geography
master.  By coincidence, Harriet and Geraldine were sat next to each other.
During the exam Mr.  Williams noticed Geraldine was hiding an extra sheet
on her lap.  She froze as he went over and snatched it up.  Immediatedly he
saw what it was - the sheet of formulae and methods.  Then he looked at the
writing.  This was not Geraldine's barely legible scrawl, he looked at it
some more - he knew that writing!  It was Harriet's - everything was neat,
in line and perfectly formed.  He turned to Harriet showing her the sheet
but said nothing.  He took the sheet to the front and showed it to Mr. 
McManus.  Exams were conducted in silence and so nothing was said, at least
not until later that day that is.

   At the beginning of his afternoon Maths lesson Mr.  Williams called
Geraldine up.  Mr Williams picked up his long hard ruler.  Fat Geraldine
waddled gingerly to the front.  "Geraldine, the rules about cheating in an
exam are quite clear in this school.  However, I believe that you were not
entirely to blame.  I believe that you were coaxed into cheating by another
spiteful pupil who was keen to see you punished.  Nevertheless you must be
punished for being so foolish.  Hold out your hand." She held out her hand
and Mr.  Williams delivered three whacks to her hand.  The whacks were hard
and Geraldine was sent sobbing back to her seat.  "You will also come to
detention tonight and every night after school this week.  Do you
understand Geraldine?" he said sternly.  She nodded still sobbing from the
pain on her hand.  There was a few moments silence then Mr.Williams said:
"Harriet Johnson, come to the front of the class".  Harriet came to the
front.  "Miss Johnson, I would never have guessed that a pupil like you
could be so vindictive.  I am deeply disappointed.  "But sir, you don't
understand...." she began.  "I understand entirely" interupted Mr.Williams.
"I am aware of your bullying tactics and your persecution of Geraldine. 
Cheating in an exam is bad enough but to conspiring to get someone else in
trouble?  Your behaviour is a sin against God.  I think the whole class
needs to know that we can't accept behaviour of this kind under any
circumstances, so I have decided to make an example of you".  "No sir, it's
not fair, it's not true" she pleaded.  But Mr.  Williams ignored her. 
"Your behaviour was unacceptable.  Harriet Johnson, you will receive 6
strokes in front of the class tomorrow morning." He paused for a moment as
if deliberating.  He looked at her sweet angel face and her perfect body.
He gazed at her slender bare legs for the hundreth time and her green
cotton summer school dress.  With the sun behind her streaming in from the
windows it was just possible to make out the form of her body through the
thin cotton.  He loved that about those summer dresses.  He felt his face
go red but he couldn't help himself.  He couldn't withhold his passion any
longer.  He loved her and his sexual attraction towards her had grown
stronger and stronger over the year.  "...  and you will take your beating
in front of the class Harriet...  in the nude and on your bare bottom."
There was a stunned silence followed by a sharp intake of breath.  Even
Harriet couldn't speak.  There must be some mistake.  There were several
squeaks that sounded like supressed laughter from the far corner of boys.
Mr.  Williams stared at them.  Harriet didn't react, she couldn't react. 
This had to be a big, big mistake.  She - Harriet Johnson - couldn't be
naked!  It was unthinkable.  There were more titters from another corner
and several of the boys were now smiling at each other.  Mr.  Williams knew
what they were thinking.  "I will see you here tomorrow at 9am whereby you
will take off ALL your clothes in front of everyone before your six
strokes".  Harriet felt weak and a single tear rolled down her cheek but
her eyes remained wide as she tried to take in the words "ALL your
clothes". Mr.  Williams dismissed the class and they filed out in an
excited babble.  The girls gathered around Harriet and physically helped
her out of the class.  She was still in a daze.

   That evening Mr.  Williams thought about the morning and the indignity
of what was to happen to Harriet.  He knew it was against school policy and
he knew he could lose his job over this.  Would it be worth losing his job
to see Harriet naked just once?  To be honest he had found the whole job
frustrating and restrictive these last five years, maybe it was worth it.
The more he thought about it though, the more he wanted her, the more he
loved her.  That night he masturbated frantically as he thought about her
bent over before him and the view of her bare vagina between her legs.  He
need only imagine for one more night.

   In the morning one look at Harriet and Mr.  Williams knew he couldn't
control himself.  Today was registration followed by History - the other
subject that he took this class for.  As he read her name out from the
register their eyes met again.  He looked long into her large blue eyes. 
She glanced back and for the first time their was fear, a fear he had never
seen before.  She was barely able to answer her name.  At the end of the
register Mr.  Williams simply said "Harriet Johnson".  She stood up
automatically.  "Come to the front".  She walked slowly to the front.  "As
this is your first time I will allow you to keep your shoes and socks on.
Everything else must be removed.  Do you understand?" She nodded but only
barely.  There was a stunned silence.  Harriet knew there was nothing she
could do now but she didn't move.  She hoped that suddenly he might change
his mind.  The unfairness of the situation hit her and she started crying.
"It's no use crying" said Mr.Williams, "take your school frock off." The
tears continued to flow.  "Harriet" he said more kindly, "it will be best
for us all if you do as I say otherwise I will have to increase the number
of beatings".  Resolutely Harriet pulled her dress over her head and with
an audible sob she threw it to the floor.  She now wore the school
regulation white vest, a pair of pale yellow panties, long white socks and
black shoes.  "Now the vest" said Mr.  Williams, again in a kinder voice.
He could feel an erection growing but fortunately his jacket covered that
area well enough for no one to be able to see a bulge.  She took off the
vest.  Some of the boys were looking decidedly pleased.  Several were
smiling broadly.  One or two were looking serious and fearful though.  They
had been through beatings too but never on the bare.  The girls on the
other hand were all looking at Harriet and feeling sorry for her.  Two of
her friends were staring blankly but they had tears running down their
cheeks.  "Good." said Mr.Williams.  He took a chair and put it in front of
the first row of desks.  "Get up on the chair now Harriet".  Without
knowing exactly what was going on or what the reason was she obeyed.  She
stood there naked except for her panties and her long white socks and her
black leather shoes.  The shoes made a noise as she clamboured onto the
chair and she found her self standing above her classmates.  "Good.  Now
take your panties off Harriet." Harriet visibly winced.  She couldn't see
properly now because her tears were clouding her vision.  She took the
sides of her panties.  "Off!!" shouted Mr.Williams.  Harriet jerked and
nearly lost her balance.  She pulled them down a little showing half of the
crack of her soft bottom and her pubic bone.  "Right off" said Mr.Williams
more softly again but enunciating the T in 'right' very clearly.  Mr. 
Williams could feel his mouth going dry and his erection getting harder and
harder as he looked at the half of her bare bottom.  Harriet was scarlet
with embarrassment.  She looked down at the faces for help but it was as if
she were looking through a rain soaked window.  She pulled the panties down
and tried vainly to cover her pussy with one hand as she took them off
clumsily.  They didn't come over the shoes very easily.  By the time she
had got them off she knew everyone had seen the slot of her bare pussy. 
Such a small thing to hide.  She put her hand over it again.  "And... 
hands on your head Harriet." said Mr.  Williams slowly breathing in and
taking shot of her wonderful and innocent nudeness.  She put her hands on
her head.  Mr.  Williams stood behind her and looked at her bottom.  Even
through her dress he had known she had a perfect ass but now that he could
see it for real he could barely believe the beauty of it.  Her perfect long
blond hair stopped halfway down her slightly tanned back but today she
looked odd.  It was odd to see her naked but for her shoes and socks. 
"Open your History books class" directed Mr.  Williams as though it was a
normal day.  The stunned class slowly shuffled their books.  There was
whispering.  "We will begin on page 264.  Read in silence" he glared
sternly as he walked around to the second row.  There he took a full view
of her pussy.  It was completely hairless and smooth as he had hoped and
she had an amazing shape to her pubic bone creating a slight crease making
the whole pussy area a pouting triangle.  His cock stood at 90 degrees held
by the waistband of his trousers.  Thankfully his shirt covered the head
and he could now open his jacket without any protrusion being noticed.  He
looked from her pussy down to her legs.  They were long and slender and the
knees were touching as she stood awkwardly.  He liked the socks but she
would have been better without them.  Her belly was smooth and flat with a
dimple belly button.  Her chest was flat but her nipples had formed small
fat buds, the beginning of what was to be her breasts.  He walked around
for some time just admiring her from the back and from the front.  For half
an hour she stood there on the chair naked in front of the class while they
read in silence.  All the while Mr Williams admired her from every angle.
Finally he spoke.  "Harriet, you can step down off the chair now. ...and I
want you to get up onto the front desk and kneel" he said in a flat voice.
The class, who were pretending to read, looked up from their books. 
Mr.Williams helped her down from the chair with one hand, like a lady
coming down from a carriage.  She looked at the desk.  "Kneel on the desk"
he gestured.  She still looked unsure.  "Kneel" he repeated.  In slow
motion Harriet got onto the desk and sat on her haunches.  Mr.  Williams
pressed her shoulders in a down movement so that her head came close to the
desk, then he took hold of both her buttocks and raised her ass in the air.
"Apart" he said simply and grabbed her knees pulling them apart.  He
pressed her shoulders down again against the desk.  Harriet felt a breeze
blow on her vagina and anus and she froze in panic as she realised that the
most private parts of her body, the most sacrosact and hidden parts were
now spread apart and displayed for all the class.

   There was a rumble of voices and a cry from the third row as a boy
couldn't hold it in any longer.  Mr Williams walked briskly over and
slapped his head hard.  The class resumed silence.

   Harriet hadn't even thought yet about her punishment.  She was already
in torture.  With her face unseen, no one saw her eyes widen and her face
bluster.  She shook with embarrassment as she thought of all the people
looking at her vagina and anus.  Mr.  Williams drank in the sight like a
shot of cocaine.  She had the most sexual and beautiful pussy he had ever
seen, and he had seen quite a few.  He had never before seen such a pussy
that was crying out to be rammed hard with a cock.  But that wasn't on the
agenda.  Today was a beating.  He picked up his three foot ruler and placed
it on her outstretched bottom.  The cool of the ruler woke Harriet into the
realisation of impending pain.  He lifted it and with pinpoint accuracy it
came down hard and fast with an almighty whack.

   There was a delay.  Harriet took two whole seconds to realise that what
had just hit her hurt.  IT HURT A LOT!!!!  With a high pitched scream she
yelled "Aaaaaaaaaaah!" Mr.  Williams came down again with another strike.
This time there was no delay but instead she squealed like a pig at the
horror of the pain.  By the third stroke the pain was searing.  She
squealed "Eeeeeeeewwwaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!" Mr.  Williams was still turned on by
the sight of her pussy and her pert little anus sticking out.  He delivered
another whack with just as much force.  She screamed high and loud.  He
loved the high pitched screams of girls.  It reminded him of when he was
allowed to deliver bare canings before.  It struck him that this might be
his last time ever.  He gave her two more hard whacks sending her into a
fit of screams and sobs.  It was all over.  The class was dumbstruck.  It
was only six strokes.  Not so much but oh so painful.  Harriet was weeping
and rubbing her red bottom with her hands.  After a minute Mr.  Williams
touched her shoulder.  "You can get up now and return to the chair" said
Mr.Williams.  He had to help her up on to the chair again.  "You will
remain there for the rest of the lesson Harriet" he said.  She didn't say
anything.  The History lesson continued in the most absurd way.  While Mr.
Williams talked about Romans, Harriet stood naked over everyone on her
chair and continued to rub her bottom.  About five minutes before the
lesson ended she was allowed to dress and return to her seat even though
she couldn't sit down.

   In the days that followed everyone was talking about the incident and
everyone wanted to know.  Harriet and her friends were soon to discover
from older and wiser pupils that it was in fact against school policy to
beat a child on the bare.  Harriet's three best friends Mandy, Teresa and
Daisy talked about reporting Mr.  Williams.  "You can't report a teacher,
no one has ever reported a teacher" said Mandy.  "Yes but a teacher can do
wrong aswell" said Teresa, "it's against the school policy.  Mr.  Williams
must pay for what he did to Harriet." "I agree" said Daisy, "we must go to
the Headmistress".  The three friends of Harriet went to see the
Headmistress that lunchtime where they reported what Mr.  Williams had
done. The Headmistress listened quietly and gravely to everything they had
to say.  She didn't add anything except "thankyou for letting me know
girls" as they left.

   That afternoon, towards the end of the lesson, the Headmistress came
into Mr.Williams' class.  One look and Mr.Williams was sure that he was
about to be dismissed.  The Headmistress spoke: "Good afternoon class". 
"Good afternoon Sister Francesca" they all replied in unison.  "Will you
three girls stand up for me please." She glanced at Mandy, Teresa and Daisy
and they all stood up.  "Mr.  Williams, these three girls have been telling
me some interesting stories.  They told me rumours that you made a young
first year girl undress in front of the class.  Is this true ?" "Well....
er yes, Sister Francesca, but you see...." stammered Mr.  Williams. 
"...And I understand that you gave her a spanking on her bare behind.  Is
this also true?"

   Mr.  Williams looked at the row of girls.  They were all smiling now,
gloating at suddenly seeing their teacher being exposed.  "Well yes...  yes
I did Headmistress.  That girl had tried to get another pupil in trouble
for cheating.  Mr.  Mc Manus witnessed the event.  I felt it was a most
serious offence and that she needed to be taught a real lesson."

   The Headmistress paused.  "Well, Mr.  Williams I think you did well. 
That is excellent." Harriet's three friends looked at each other in a
puzzled manner.  "I think we need to give pupils something to be ashamed of
when they are disobedient.  What better way than to strip them of their
dignity?  I was Headmistress of a girls' school before this and I delivered
bare bottom beatings every week in my office.  I was disappointed to learn
that it had been discontinued here.  However...  I think we can change that
little rule from now on.  This is 1971 and we must prepare for the modern
age.  I hope to see a lot more bare bottoms in your class from now on and
may I suggest you begin with these three little tell-tales.  Carry on Mr.
Williams".  And with a curt smile she left.  Mr.  Williams was left with a
strange feeling.  For some reason her voice sounded like a memory of
another person but he couldn't place it.

   Mr.  Williams thought for a moment taking in what the headmistress had
said.  He couldn't believe his luck.  "Teresa, Mandy and Daisy, would you
come to the front of the class please?" The three girls came unsteadily to
the front.  "I understand that it was you who went to the Headmistress to
complain about my treatment of Harriet.  That was very diligent of you...
but very foolish of you.  As punishment you will receive a bare bottom
spanking over my knee in my office directly after this lesson.  I think
before that though is a good time to demonstate the kind of policy that the
Headmistress approves of and I think that you three will make excellent
subjects.  Telling tales is not a good attribute and I think that you would
all benefit from a shaming lesson." The three girls looked worried.  "You
will begin by removing your shoes and socks." The three girls looked at
each other, then they looked at the class.  Their eyes widened and they
looked simultaniously back at Mr.  Williams.  He repeated himself.  "I said
you will begin by removing your shoes and socks." "But Sir....  " began
Mandy but she could see it was fruitless.  His ferocious look said it all.
They took off their shoes and socks.  The boys in the class all murmered
between themselves.  Several exchanged looks of surprise and delight at
each other.  "And now you will remove your school frocks" said Mr. 
Williams.  This time Teresa piped up "Sir, you can't make us.  It's against
school policy." "You heard the Headmistress.  That policy has just been
changed.  If you do not take off your frocks you will receive a ruler
beating.  The choice is yours.  If you do not take off your frocks I will
rip them off." Slowly the girls pulled their frocks over their heads.  They
now stood there dressed only in the school regulation white vest and
knickers.  "Good.  That's better" breathed Mr.  Williams, drawing in the
beauty of their girlish figures.  Mandy and Daisy were flat chested but
Teresa already had small formed breasts that jutted out from her white
vest. "Now take those white vests off!" he said sternly.  It came out with
a little more force than he intended and made them flinch.  Mandy and
Teresa looked pleadingly at him but Daisy avoided his gaze.  Teresa took
off her vest defiantly and threw it behind her.  Her small pointed breasts
stood out rudely.  The others looked at her.  Daisy had begun sobbing. 
"Take the vests off" repeated Mr.  Williams calmly.  Teresa helped Daisy
take her vest off.  She wasn't going to see Daisy get beaten.  Mandy pulled
hers over her head.  The class paused to gape at the three beautiful girls
who were within an inch of being naked.  "And those" said Mr.  Williams. 
Everyone knew what he meant.  A boy somewhere to the back made a
"Phwaarrrhhh" sound.  Mr.  Williams pretended he didn't know who it was. 
He knew exactly who it was but he was not punishing boys right now.  From
another corner came a small wolf whistle.  "If you don't take your knickers
off I will arrange for some boys to take them off for you." Suddenly there
was an array of hands.  "Sir, me sir, Sir me sir....".  Tears had begun
rolling down Mandy's cheeks aswell now.  "Your last chance.  Take off your
knickers girls!" The bell rang and the girls sighed but only momentarily.
"The lesson is NOT over until you have removed your knickers girls"
commanded Mr.  Williams.  It was no use.  Teresa once again led the group.
With as much dignity as she could manage she took off her knickers. 
Everyone stared in wonder.  She had a small amount of pubic hair but even
in a standing position the folds of her two lips were visible.  The boys
knowing that they were fairly safe now let out a few gasps and whistles. 
This was followed by more giggles.  The girls were not amused.  Harriet,
for the first time that he could remember, was glaring at the boys
aggressively.  It looked quite uncharacteristic.  Mandy knew she stood no
chance and took off her knickers but placed her hands in front.  "Hands by
your sides" warned Mr.  Wiliiams.  She obeyed but continued sobbing.  He
surveyed her beautiful bald mound and compared it to Teresa.  He loved the
rudeness of their predicament.  His penis was now fully erect and jutting
through the front of his trousers but this time he didn't bother to hide
it. He looked at Daisy.  "Daisy", this time he had a kinder voice.  "Daisy,
I don't want to beat you but you must do as I say.  You must take
everything off." This seemed to work.  Daisy wiped her eyes and kicked off
her knickers.  The boys were getting restless and the noises had increased.
Mr.  Williams turned to them.  "If any of you boys would like to join them,
then I suggest you continue".  There was silence.  "If I hear a sound from
anyone then you will be up here naked with them.  Do you understand?" He
paused and turned back to the girls.  "Follow me now to my office" he
indicated and he opened the door and stood in the doorway.  "FOLLOW ME!!!!"
he shouted.  Outside the classroom was a stream of busy pupils and teachers
going to their next lesson.  The girls couldn't believe what he was asking
them to do.  "I said follow!!!" he ordered.  The three nude girls tip-toed
their way to the doorway.  Mr.  Williams glared at them.  They had no
choice.  They followed him out of the door.  Everyone who passed them
stopped to look in stunned awe and amazment as the three totally nude girls
walked behind Mr.  Williams down the corridor.  As they came down the
stairs and across the courtyard a crowd was following.  Sister Francesca
was passing and she stopped as she saw Mr.  Williams.  "Ah, Mr.  Williams
how nice to see you.  What's this you have with you?" "Headmistress, I am
taking these girls to my office for a bare spanking" said Mr.  Williams. 
"Oh excellent, excellent.  Do carry on" she smiled.  Mr.  Williams beamed.
He was happier than he had been for years.  He had his old job back!

   They reached his office, but instead of going into his office he led
them into the generator room which was next door.  They looked at the dimly
lit room which contained pipes and electrical equipment.  On the back wall
was the generator and from this was a large white pipe which stretched
horizontally across and then down.  "On the pipe!" ordered Mr.  Williams.
The girls were not sure what he meant.  "You will sit on the pipe until I
call for you" said Mr.  Williams.  Mandy walked towards the pipe and swung
her leg over it.  The other two followed her example.  All three now sat
astride the pipe and as they did so they noticed something unusual.  The
pipe was vibrating with the pulse of the generator.  Mr.  Williams gave a
satisfied nod and left closing the door.  The room was turned into near
blackness.  They heard the door of his office open and close next door to
them.  The girls sat there the darkness.  "This is the worst day of my
life" whispered Teresa.  Daisy was still sobbing.

   Mr.  Williams sat in his office and got on with some important marking.
After about ten minutes he heard the familiar sound of the generator
kicking in.  From time to time the generator would fire up for a while,
then it would go back to a gentle pulsing.  Next door, the girls felt the
pipe beneath them vibrate strongly.  It sent strange new sensations through
their bodies - pleasant sensations!  With their vaginas spread across the
pipe it became a sexual experience.  Mr.  Williams waited an hour.  After
this time the girls had almost forgotton the experience of being made to
undress in front of the class.  Rather - they began to think about when the
generator would start up again.  They whispered to each other about how
nice it felt.

   When the hour was up Mr.  Williams went into the generator room.  The
girls had to squint as he switched on the light.  He surveyed the three
naked first years.  He looked down at the pipe to see wet patches in front
of where they were sitting.  Out of the three girls Daisy was the most
flushed, he could even see that her clitoris was erect.  "Daisy, come with
me" said Mr.  Williams.  She got off the pipe.  He switched the light off
and closed the door as she followed him to his office.  "Now Daisy for your
insolence I think that a bottom spanking is too good for you.  Please lie
on the desk".  Daisy lay on his recently cleared desk.  "...  and spread
your legs wide open please" motioned Mr.  Williams.  Daisy was embarrassed
and tried to keep her legs together but Mr.  Williams was having none of
it. He took her knees and and brought them back and apart.  Daisy's vagina
was spread wide open in a classic sex position.  The front of Mr. 
Williams' trousers was wet with pre-cum as he looked at her open slit. 
"Good Daisy" he said in his gentle voice.  "You will receive 40 of my hand
spanks on your vagina, do you understand?" Her face was still flushed from
sitting on the pipe but she perceptably nodded.  She didn't really
understand but she felt there was little she could do.  Mr.  Williams
placed his hand gently on her vagina.  He touched the wet lips and stroked
her clitoris.  Daisy felt a pleasure tingle run through her body.  Suddenly
his hand came down with a smack, then there was another.  "One, two..." he
uttered.  It didn't hurt as much as a ruler.  Daisy fought to close her
legs but Mr.  Williams opened them again.  "Three, four..." Daisy cried
"Ahh, ahh" in time with his beats.  As he spanked her Mr.  Williams' hand
became wet with the juice from her pussy.  By the time he had reached
twenty Daisy could feel another sort of pain but this was a pain inside
her, it was a pain unlike any other.  She began to scream and shudder
simultaneously.  "Aaaahoooooow, aaaaaaaahooooooooooow".  Next door the
other two girls heard the cries mixed with gasps that sounded like
pleasure. By the time Mr.  Williams had reached 30 spanks Daisy could feel
herself reaching some kind of climax.  She opened her mouth wide as she
felt what she was to know in the future as an orgasm sweep through her.  He
stopped spanking and watched as Daisy bucked on the table. 
"Ooooraaaaaaahhh" she groaned and suddenly laughed.  "whaaarrrhhh haa haa
haaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" The sound of laughing perplexed the two remaining girls.
What on earth could be going on?  She bucked and groaned by herself on the
table and rolled her eyes.  Mr.  Williams resumed the spanking, his hand
now making a swelching noise on her soaking pussy.  It only made her laugh
and cry and gasp more.  She didn't know what to do, laugh or cry and so she
did both.  By the time he finished she was breathing heavily and sweating.
She licked the top lip of her mouth, visibly sticking her tongue out.  She
continued to jerk on the table uncontrollably.  After a minute Mr. 
Williams called the two remaining girls in.  As they stepped into the
corridor a group of three boys passed and yelled "wooooooooo naked!!!". 
They quickly dived into Mr.  Williams' office.  There they saw Daisy lying
on the table panting and momentarily jerking.  "Girls you will assume the
same position as Daisy while I spank your vaginas.  Teresa looked at Mandy
and mouthed "spank our what?" Daisy off!" ordered Mr.  Williams.  Daisy
rolled off the table.  Her hand was between her legs to comfort the pain
and to masturbate the pleasure.  He looked at Mandy then at Teresa.  Both
had obviously been enjoying the pipe and were very rosy-cheeked.  It only
needs to be said that both Mandy and Teresa were taken through the same
experience as Daisy.  Both had uncontrollable and huge orgasms.  The
experience was so pleasurable and so strong, that as they walked back to
the classroom they didn't even mind the calls from other pupils who saw
them.  In fact all they could think of was the sexual high that they had
reached.  The tingling sexy feeling between their legs was, if anything,
heightened by the fact that everyone was admiring their nudity.  Teresa
felt exhilarated by the watching crowds.  Her face glowed as she saw boys
gape at her little titties.  Daisy and Mandy kept their hands between their
legs, but not for modesty.  Daisy had one finger in and continued to
masturbate.  The red-faced trio arrived at the classroom and were allowed
to once again put on their school uniforms.  Harriet expected to see pain,
anger and shame on her friends faces as they entered but instead she saw
something she couldn't explain....  except perhaps she could.  They looked
like the way she felt sometimes after she had been touching herself.  Later
when they explained the pleasure of the beatings Harriet could hardly
believe them.  Her own beating had not been a pleasure.  How could such
humiliation be any way near to pleasure?

   The following week was to see more shamings and beatings than the school
had ever known.  One female teacher was dismissed when she protested on
behalf of the pupils.  Another teacher, a nun, was transfered mysteriously.


   Several of the other teachers, however, aware of the new rule, began to
resume their old ways.  Pupils were stripped of their uniforms left right
and centre.  One or two of the nuns carried out some bare bottom spankings.
Sister Virginia insisted that all the second year boys do Gym in the nude
after they were too noisy one time.  This caused much amusment among their
female classmates.  Older girls with breasts bouncing were seen exercising
naked in the yard with a teacher watching over.  Sister Francesca had a
line of both boys and girls outside her office.  What she did in there no
one knew.  Harriet was never more in demand.

   Mr.  Williams was in a lesson with some third year boys when he saw
several of them passing notes to each other.  After a short while he came
over and demanded to see the notes.  On one of the notes was written "I
fancy Harriet Johnson".  Beside it was a badly drawn picture of a girl who
was naked.  It was signed Tim Lancaster.  Mr.  Williams turned to Tim.  "So
you fancy Harriet Johnson do you?" he said in a mocking tone.  "Well, er
... I don't know sir" said Lancaster nervously.  "It says here that you do
Lancaster.  So do you?" "Er..  well yes sir, I do sir." "Even though she's
two years below you?" "Well I...  er....  yes" he stammered.  "And you love
her don't you?" said Mr.  Williams.  The class sniggered.  "Yes I love her"
confessed Tim.  "She is very pretty sir" he said meekly.  "And you would
like to see her naked then I presume - judging from your artwork?"
Mr.Williams said raising one eyebrow.  Lancaster looked shocked to hear the
words.  "I was only making a drawing sir....." he pleaded.  But Mr. 
Williams interrupted.  "I think we must arrange for you two to meet" he
smiled.  "Come to my classroom at tomorrow afternoon.  I will excuse you
from your usual class." "Yes sir.  Yes sir.  Thankyou sir".

   Mr.  McManus, the Geography master, came up to the Girls dormitory early
one evening.  Male teachers didn't usually visit the girls dormitory so
this was a new thing.  He stopped at Harriet's bed.  She was lying on it
reading a book.  "Miss Johnson" he said.  "Yes sir" she replied.  "Take all
your clothes off right now!" he demanded.  "But sir...  I haven't done
anything wrong sir!" protested Harriet.  She paused and blurted out "No
sir!" Mr.McManus sighed.  "Miss Johnson, you don't seem to understand.  A
girl like you doesn't need to do anything wrong.  In this school a girl as
pretty as you should consider herself lucky if she is allowed to wear
clothes on occasion.  Where is your wardrobe".  "Here sir" she said
nervously.  Mr.  McManus opened the door roughly.  He looked carefully at
the two school dresses, several weekend skirts, the drawer of underwear and
the shelf of jumpers and blouses.  "You won't be needing any of this" he
said.  And with that he piled all her clothes into a large bag that he was
carrying.  "Come with me" he said airily.  "And give me those..." he
pointed at the clothes she was wearing.  She stepped back, gathering her
school dress inwards.  "No Sir" she answered.  "Fine then" he smirked, "I
will have to remove your clothes for you." He lunged for her but she
skipped over the bed and ran for the girls toilets.  He chased after her
and caught her just before she managed to lock herself into one of the
cubicles.  He dragged her out and ripped the top of her dress.  The sound
of material ripping echoed around the bathroom.  The other girls in the
dormitory moved closer but dared not go in.  Mr.McManus ripped the thin
summer frock right off Harriet.  She continued to struggle and kick as he
clutched one hand on to the back of her white vest.  He tugged at the vest
twice but it didn't give way.  Finally he tried a third time with all his
might.  The shoulder straps pinged suddenly and the vest dropped.  Harriet
bared her teeth as the History teacher grabbed her panties.  But they were
no match for his powerful arm.  She squealed as she felt them give way and
dug her teeth into his leg.  Mr.McManus stopped momentarily and spanked her
now bare bottom.  He grappled with her on the bathroom floor, fighting off
her blows.  He pressed her to the ground with the weight of his body and
removed one shoe and sock.  If it hadn't been for the fact that he was
nearly bald she would have pulled his hair just like girls always do.  As
it was all she could do was scratch with her nails.  She scratched the top
of his bald head.  As he attempted to pull off the shoe and sock on her
remaining foot he couldn't help but notice that her bald hairless baby
pussy was stretched apart by this action.  The final items came off and he
thrust his hand between her legs and greedily revelled in the soft folds of
her slit.  Using her pussy as a pivot, he picked her up and set her back
upright.  She hung there loosely, feeling that her resistance had been
totally futile.

   "Now that's more like it Harriet.  You're lucky it's summer and the
weather is still warm" chided Mr.  McManus.  "Come with me and take that
bag of clothes." She followed him naked down the stairs, dragging the heavy
sack.  They went across the courtyard and over to one of the playing
fields. Fortunately there weren't many people about.  However there were
boys playing football and several of them whistled, though they weren't too
suprised to see yet another girl being humiliated.  They came to a
smouldering incinerater bin.  Mr.  McManus dumped the things in and they
immediately caught fire.  She watched in disbelief as all her clothes
burned.  She felt bitter and angry and despite the sun being out there was
a slight wind that gave her a chill.  "Now Harriet my dear, come to my
office" he smiled warmly.  She couldn't understand why he smiled
pleasantly. She tiptoed after him hoping not to bump into anyone but they
came across Mr.  Williams as they past the library.  "Ah..  hello James" he
said, using Mr.  McManus' first name and looking past him to admire
Harriet. "What is this we have here?" "I have just burnt Harriet's entire
wardrobe Mr.  Williams.  She is to spend the rest of term completely
naked." "And prey what did she do James?" enquired Mr.  Williams.  "She
swore at me I'm afraid" replied Mr.  McManus.  "That's a lie!" replied
Harriet "That's not true!  I didn't swear one little bit!" "I am hardly
likely to believe your version of events Harriet" retorted Mr.  Williams.
"He ripped all of my clothes off me in the girls' bathroom and I didn't do
a thing wrong Mr.  Williams" she interjected pleadingly.  "A girl as pretty
as you, Harriet, should consider herself lucky if she is allowed to wear
clothes on occasion." "That's exactly what I said!" laughed Mr.  McManus.
"Make sure you give her a thorough seeing to James and I may have to do the
same tomorrow myself." When they reached Mr.  McManus' office he told her
to sit on the large leather chair in the corner.  "...  and I want your
legs over both arms of the chair" he said.  As she did what he asked she
realised that her vagina was open and spread apart by this action.  He
knelt down and stared with wonder at her open fleshy bareness.  Before she
knew what was happening he had leant forward and began licking her.  At
first she thought it was horrible and wet but then she began to feel
pleasure.  He licked and licked her and dug his tongue deep into her hole.
She became more and more excited.  She thought of what her friends had told
her about the pleasure of the spanking they had got from Mr.  Williams and
she began to understand something of what they were saying, although surely
this must be better.  As Mr.  McManus continued she wanted more.  He began
to feel her body.  First he laid hands on her chest with its budding
nipples.  He stroked down her thighs and put his hands under her bottom. 
All the time he licked.  She liked the feel of his hands on her body but
all at once he stopped.  "That will do for today Miss Johnson" said Mr. 
McManus, "You will continue your punishment tomorrow night.  You will come
to the teachers sleeping quarters at 10pm.  Don't be late.  Goodnight." He
stood holding the door open.  Harriet took her legs from the arms of the
chair and went out of the door.  Suddenly he thrust his hand between her
legs and smirked "Don't forget Miss Johnson, more punishment tomorrow". 
Punishment?  This wasn't at all what she had expected.  She could hardly
wait.

   That night in the dormitory she told her friends all about her
experience.  Her eyes drifted in a dreamy way as she recounted being licked
by Mr.  McManus.  In the morning she woke and put on her PE kit.  Mr. 
McManus had forgotton that and she was glad to have something to wear.  She
told Daisy she could hardly wait till this evening when she was to have her
punishment again.  Teresa said she wished she could have her spanking again
too.  "I've been thinking about it all week" she said.  "I even thought
about getting myself into trouble on purpose but I was afraid I might get
the ruler".  Harriet was barely in the classroom for registration before
Mr. Williams bellowed "Miss Johnson!" She came over sheepishly.  "What is
that you are wearing?  "It's my PE kit sir" she replied meekly.  "I seem to
recall that you are not permitted to wear clothes until next term". 
Harriet said nothing.  "That being the case, you will get your kit off
right now and without delay!" he shouted.  She stripped quickly on his
order.  Mr.  Williams took the PE kit and lit a match.  The class watched
in shock as he set fire to the PE kit on the wooden desk.  The flames rose
high for a few moments before Mr.  Williams beat the flames down with a
large bible.  Still with the bible in one hand he said "You girl will go
and wait on the pipe until first break".  Harriet turned to go but turned
back again.  Seeing her expression Teresa said "Sir, I think she doesn't
know where the pipe is." "And I suppose you want to show her where it is do
you?" said Mr.  Williams raising one eyebrow.  "Well, er....  yes. 
Er.....yes sir" replied Teresa suddenly feeling aroused.  "But you haven't
done anything wrong my dear.  I can't send you." Mr.  Williams smiled
wickedly as he saw disappointment in her eyes.  There was a pause. 
"Then... fuck you sir" said Teresa softly.  It was muffled and she had said
so quietly that it had barely been heard.  "I beg your pardon?" questioned
Mr.  Williams feeling sure that he had heard what she said.  "I said fuck
you sir".  This time Teresa spoke clearly and loudly and the class drew its
breath waiting for the response.  There was a pause.  "Well, well, well,
young girl" smiled Mr.  Williams.  He paused for several seconds.  "For
swearing at a teacher you will join Harriet on the pipe Teresa.  For the
most daring insolence I have ever heard - you will be spanked in front of
the whole school at assembly tomorrow.  And you will be spanked 100
times... not on your bottom - but with your legs spread apart and on your
bare vagina!".  He paused.  "And for your presumptious attitude you will
remain naked until the end of term and don't bother to ask your parents for
a replacement uniform for next year - you will not be needing one!"

   The class rumbled noisily and some of the boys let out a muffled cheer.
Teresa had a mixture of sexual excitement and fear on her face.  But more
than anything there was longing.  Without waiting for Mr.  Williams to tell
her she pulled off her top and slipped down her skirt and panties in one
movement.  Then she kicked off her shoes and socks.  She felt a sense of
release as she undressed.  She faced Mr.  Williams feeling slightly out of
breath.  She could feel herself blushing as she felt the rudeness of her
nudeness.  "I'm ready sir" she said excitedly.  She enjoyed the attention
that being naked gave.  She loved more than ever the way Mr.  Williams eyes
changed as he looked at her.  "Good" answered Mr.  Williams.  "You will
wait in the generator room until first break when you will both receive a
spanking in my office.  You will also both report to my sleeping quarters
at 10pm".  "Sir" hailed Harriet from the other side of the room, "Sir, I'm
to see Mr.  McManus in his sleeping quarters at 10pm".  Mr.  Williams
suddenly grinned.  "Is that so?  Well, well....  we can't let Mr.McManus
have you first now can we?  You will both sit on the pipe for two hours
from 6pm.  Then report to my quarters at 8pm sharp." They left to go.  "And
Teresa...." Mr.  Williams held up her skirt in one hand and her panties in
the other, "you won't be needing these anymore will you?  Would you be so
kind as to take them to the incinerater on your way".  Instead of being
upset Teresa gushed with pride, lust showing clearly on her face.  She
picked up her clothes and made her way out of the door.

   At 10.35 Mr.  Williams looked into the generator room to see the two
girls sitting there, as instructed, naked on the pipe.  He walked in and
surveyed them both slowly.  "Sir you can take me first" said Teresa.  "No
Teresa, you must wait.  Harriet come this way".  He led her into his office
next door.  "Lie on the desk and spread your legs wide open please"
motioned Mr.  Williams.  Harriet fearfully did what he said.  Teresa told
her that this was going to feel nice but she knew it was also going to
hurt. Mr.  Williams looked at her flushed face.  He knew that she had
already been excited by the vibrating pipe.  He touched her cheek with one
hand and let it slide down her body.  He touched the lips of her vagina. 
They were already wet.  Suddenly Mr.  Williams brought his hand down with a
smack.  "One, two..." he counted.  Harriet felt the pain but of course it
wasn't as bad as the ruler.  "Three, four..." Harriet began to cry out
"Ahh............  ahh............" as his hand came down.  As he spanked,
Mr.  Williams' hand became wet with the juice from her pussy.  By the time
he had reached twenty Harriet could feel a pain inside her.  A strange kind
of pain unlike any other.  She began shudder.  It was a hard longing pain.
She was heading for an orgasm, her first.  But not any kind of orgasm.  It
was a heightened orgasm brought on by the mixture of humiliation and pain.
"oooooooooooooooooh, ooooooooooooooohaaaah!!  yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!" she
screamed.  Mr.  Williams continued.  He had already reached 40 spanks but
Harriet had not cum.  Her mouth opened forming an 'O' as he spanked faster
and faster.  His hand splattered as her juices flowed freely.  He was up to
84 before she finally bucked on the table.  Her back arched and she lost
all control of her limbs.  "Ooooraaaaaaahhh!!!,
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooraaaaaaahhh!!!" she groaned, suddenly laughing
through her tears.  "whaaarrrhhh haa haa haaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" And then she
let out a wild high pitched squeal. 
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwww!!!  She panted and bucked
involuntarily and Mr.  Williams had to hold her with all his strength so
that she wouldn't fall off the table.  She continued bucking and squealing
unaided for at least another 30 seconds.  After that she continued to make
whimpering noises for another five minutes .  Mr.  Williams looked on with
fatherly pride.  What a pleasure it was for him to give such pleasure.

   For the remainder of the day Harriet and Teresa were going around with
such bandy legs and such red faces that they were glad of the little time
that they spent in lessons sitting down.  The rest of that day seemed to
have been filled with various bizarre punishments.  As they walked back to
class after their spanking (still naked), they were acosted by Mr. 
Lansdown, the music master.  He took them to one of his sixth form classes.
There they were entertained by two six form girls; one who played the
cello, the other who played the piano.  Both were naked.  When they had
finished playing, Mr.  Lansdown instructed the two sixth form girls to
spank Harriet and Teresa over their knees.  It was bizarre.

   At lunch time the two young girls caused a stir in the dinner queue as
they tried to get lunch.  To no avail.  Sister Catherine, the French
mistress took them to a private room and locked it.  Then to their surprise
she stripped off her habit and all her underwear.  They were then ordered
to lick her pussy.  This went on for the whole of the lunchtime and they
got no meal except for a lot of pussy juice.  That afternoon was History
with Mr.  Williams.  They would have been glad to sit down but instead all
they could do was sit on their hands.  A few minutes after the lesson had
started a third year boy entered.  It was Timothy Lancaster.  "Ah, hello
Master Lancaster" said Mr.  Williams.  "Class, this is Timothy Lancaster, a
third year boy.  He has told me that he loves one of the girls in this room
very much.  Lancaster went bright red.  The name of that girl is Harriet
Johnson, would you come up here Harriet?" Harriet rose from her seat and
came to the front.  Timothy gazed at her nakedness in amazment, she did
truely have an fantastic sexy body.  "Harriet, this boy thinks that you are
very beautiful and he says he loves you".  Harriet also went red but she
didn't put her hand in front of herself to hide anything.  She had been
naked all day now and it was pointless to try to hide.  "I think a little
kiss would be in order...  but before that, would you be so kind as to
remove Timothy's trousers for him?" Harriet was only a little surprised. 
Lancaster on the other hand looked alarmed.  "G-o-o-d g-i-r-l n-o-w" he
said, labouring over the words and pushing her towards him.  Harriet took
Lancaster's zipper and undid it.  She undid the top button and took the
sides of his trousers and pulled them down to the floor.  "...And
underpants" indicated Mr.  Williams.  Everyone now knew they were in for a
stripping.  This time it was the girls who made cooing noises.  As Harriet
pulled down his underpants everyone took a look at his penis.  There was a
"Woo!!" from the girls.  "Blazer" added Mr.  Williams flatly.  Harriet
continued.  Soon Lancaster was standing there completely naked but worse
still his penis was standing to attention.  "Well it seems that Timothy
does indeed love you very much" joked Mr.  Williams.  "Now that kiss.  I'd
like you to embrace each other please.  Don't be shy." Harriet awkwardly
wrapped her arms around Tim's neck.  He was much taller than she and she
had to look up to see his face.  As she drew closer she felt his erect cock
against her tummy.  She looked into his eyes and for a moment she felt
quite romantic.  "Well, don't keep us all waiting then.  One kiss is all it
takes" declared Mr.Williams.  The pair came closer and kissed sweetly on
the lips.  Harriet actually would have been attracted to Timothy had this
not been a public humiliation.  "Ah....  isn't that sweet?" declared Mr. 
Williams.  "Now suck his cock Harriet." There was a loud gasp from everyone
and the class rumbled loudly.  "I will NOT put up with noise from any of
you!!!  Do you understand?" Mr.  Williams shouted vehemently at the class.
"Now Harriet dear, you will suck Timothy's cock".  Harriet looked at it in
disbelief.  She had done just about everything else that day.  It hardly
seemed to make much difference.  Best to get it over with now she thought.
She had already decided to write to her father to ask if she could tranfer
to another school for next term anyway.  She knelt down and took Tim's cock
with one hand.  It was at about a 60 degree angle.  She opened her mouth
and pushed the hard length in.  She sucked on it and the class could see
Tim close his eyes in pleasure.  After about a minute Mr.  Williams called
a stop.  "Harriet, you will now lie on my desk and spread your legs wide
apart so that everyone can see your vagina".  Harriet felt a strange
yearning within her at this request, the thought of displaying herself to
the class now gave her strong erotic sensations instead of shame.  Her
embarrassment was replaced with a rude awareness and her pussy began to
drip at the thought.  She got up on the desk and slowly opened her legs
wide.  She saw the lust on some of the boys faces and even on some of the
girls.  Her pussy became even wetter and she felt her cheeks flush, not
with embarrassment now but with sexual hunger.  "Lancaster, you will now
get onto the desk and put your cock in Miss Johnson's mouth and at the same
time you will lick her vagina please" instructed Mr.  Williams.  The couple
proceeded to lick and suck each other on Mr.  Williams' desk for several
minutes while the class looked on.  It became more and more heated until
Lancaster began to cry out "Uhh, Uhhh, Uhhh!"

   Suddenly the door opened and in walked the Headmistress.  "What...what
on earth is going on?" she stared in disbelief at the spectacle.  Just then
Lancaster broke off and white sperm shot out of his cock.  It sprayed
Harriet's face and squirted over Mr.Williams' desk.  Mr.  Williams cooly
replied "these two pupils were demonstrating human reproduction for the
class...  however I don't think they have it quite right Headmistress."
"Yes I can see that Mr.  Williams.  I see that very clearly.  Do you have
any plans to show them, personally I mean, how it should be done?" "Why,
yes I do Headmistress.  Both Harriet and Teresa will be coming to my
bedchamber this evening where I will personally educate them." "Most
excellent, most excellent Mr.  Williams.  We can't have our girls being too
ignorant of the basic facts of life now can we?" laughed the Head.  She
left swifty closing the door behind her.

   It was with some trepidation combined with desire that Harriet and
Teresa knocked on the door of Mr.  Williams' private bedchamber that night.
Two hours on the pipe had drenched their pussies.  They were both desperate
with naked erotic passion.

   He opened the door wearing only a white bath towel around his waist.  He
looked at the two naked little girls who were flushed red with arousal and
with wet streams of juice running down the inside of their legs.

   They had never seen him like that before and the sight of his hairy
chest fascinated the two girls.  "Martini?" he asked nonchalently. 
"Perhaps you will prefer Martini with some lemonade in it." They nodded
nervously.  As he prepared their drinks, Harriet looked around the room. 
On the walls were about 50 or 60 framed photographs.  As she looked closer
she could see that all of them depicted schoolgirls either half dressed or
naked.  One photo was of a girl standing naked on a chair much as Harriet
had done.  Another photo showed two girls lying naked on a bed spreading
their legs apart.  A huge 3 foot by 1 foot photograph was framed above the
three-bar gasfire.  It showed what looked like 200 or so girls standing in
the school gymnasium.  A golden plaque was set into the frame and inscribed
"Year of 1966".  All of them were completely naked.

   "Ah, I see you are admiring my photographs girls.  Don't worry I have
put a brand new film in my camera for tonight and I hope to have a few
pictures left for your spanking in the morning Teresa.  You haven't
forgotten your spanking in the morning have you Teresa?" said Mr.  Williams
passing them the drinks.  "Er...  no sir" said Teresa dumbfounded, suddenly
recalling that she was to be humiliated in front of the entire school. 
"Let us make our way to the bedroom then." They walked into the next room
and saw a huge pink double bed with a red heart bedstead.  On a dresser
were numerous dolls.  Around the walls were more photos of naked girls, all
in various positions.  In front of the bed was a camera on a tripod.  His
voice was warm and friendly, not like his classroom coldness.  He spoke
softly: "Lovely.  You know you really are very, very beautiful Harriet.  I
have always wanted to say that."
"Thank you sir" replied Harriet.  He came closer and touched her cheek
with his palm.  As she stepped back she found herself against the edge of
the bed.  Both she and Teresa sat down.  Mr.  Williams dropped his towel
and the girls saw a massive erect penis bounce in front of their teacher.
It was shaven of course but not having had any experience of men they did

not think that that was unusual.  "Wow" said Teresa, "that's really big."
"You'll find out all about my penis later.  Tonight is an education.  I
want you to learn all about sex.  When you have had sex with me, you won't
want anyone else." He motioned them to lie down on the bed and he found a
position between them.  He sat slightly propped up against the heart-shaped
bedstead.  "Now I'd like you both to look into my eyes." They thought the
request rather strange but all the same Harriet and Teresa both looked into
their teacher's eyes.  His eyes were brown and his expression was boyish
and charming.  It occured to Harriet that she had never thought about the
colour of his eyes.  "Now run your hands over my body.  I want you to feel
and explore every part of me but keep looking in my eyes." Gingerly Teresa
laid a hand on Mr.  Williams' chest.  It was hairy and rough.  She looked
for a moment down at his penis.  "Keep looking in my eyes, darling" he
said. Darling?  That was the first time he had used that word thought
Teresa.  Harriet also laid a hand on his large manly chest and began
stroking it rather awkwardly.  "Now Harriet first.  I want you to kiss me
on the lips" said Mr.  Williams in a half whisper.  She leaned forward and
kissed him and as she did so, he closed his eyes and let out a sudden
breath through his nose.  There was no tongues, they just pressed their
lips together like childhood sweethearts.  Teresa continued to feel Mr. 
Williams making her way down his body.  She avoided his penis and attempted
to stroke his knees.  He, more skillfully, began to move both his hands
over their incredibly soft skin.  He felt the thiness of Harriet's arms and
the slight curve of her hip.  He lingered over the rude budding nipples of
Teresa.  Her swollen half-tits were so much more appealing than the ugly
oversized breasts of women.

   He placed a firm hand on each of their buttocks.  The flesh seemed to
give way endlessly it was so soft.  He couldn't wait too long.  He
continued around until he fingered both their vaginas.  He felt the
exquisite hairless slit of Harriet on his left while on his right he
fingered Teresa's moist pussy.  He could feel Teresa's soft downy first
hair.  They in turn felt a tingle as he stimulated them.  Mr.  Williams
broke off.  "Teresa I'd like you to kiss me now.  Harriet sweety, I'd like
you to lick my balls." It wasn't what Harriet had expected to hear.  She
looked once again into his dark brown eyes.  In the soft light he looked
young.  She had enjoyed kissing him and she had loved the warm affection.
She had never had that kind of affection before.

   Her own parents were distant.  Like many of the girls here, she barely
saw them either.  She wanted and needed to be loved and more than ever. 
She needed to be held like he was holding her now.  But she broke off and
set about her task of licking his balls.  She could hardly believe the size
of his cock nor his balls for that matter.  Meanwhile Teresa began kissing
Mr.Williams.  She also realised how much she needed affection.  He stroked
her hair and looked deep into her eyes.  This had been her first year away
from home at a boarding school and she had hated the fact that her parents
had rejected her so.  Not that they had much time for her when she had been
at home.  She had spent most of her childhood being looked after by one
nanny to the next.  Her life had been unexciting and uneventful - until of
course the last few weeks that is.  At last something exciting had happened
in her short sweet life.  Her humiliation and spanking was first time she
had experienced anything beyond the daily drudgery of lessons and routine.
And now she was to be spanked on her vagina in front of the whole school.
The whole school would be hearing and watching her orgasm.  They had
already seen her naked and she had enjoyed that.  It was against everything
she had ever known.  It was the rudest, most dirty, most fearful and yet
most exciting thing to ever happen to her.

   They were not kissing now.  She just looked into Mr.  Williams brown
eyes which closed in pleasure every few seconds as Harriet continued to
lick.  Harriet licked his penis now.  She put her mouth over the huge head
and sucked.  Mr.  Williams let out a breath of pleasure.  Teresa kissed him
hard and their tongues intermingled.  Suddenly she felt an urge to press
her pussy into his face.  She needed her pussy tended; she needed his
tongue to bring her to orgasm.  She adjusted her position but he could see
what she was about to do.  "Wait Teresa darling.  Wait" he said.  "Harriet,
you will be the first to fuck me.  i want you to get on to my penis" he
instructed as he lay on his back.  She knew what he meant but she couldn't
see how.  She spread her innocent pale girlish legs apart over the head of
his huge hard cock.  She guided it between her legs and it sank into her
cunt.  She felt the huge head go into her.  Slowly she let it inch inside.

   Mr Williams began pumping as Teresa sat on his face.  The smell of fresh
cunt was like a drug.  As he came, he congratulated himself.  The good
times were back at last!!!