Author: Connard Wellingham
Title: The Girls School
Part: Chapter 08
Summary: Adam Hazel finds a new job at an exclusive girl's school where he finds 
things are not quite as they seem...
Keywords: MF, Mf, FF, ff, M+F+f+, F+f+, bdsm, span, oral, cons

The Girl's School
By: Connard Wellingham
Copyright (c) Connard Wellingham 2003

	This story contains what is known as 'adult content', ie sex.  Why one 
should be allowed to read about murder, torture, violence and killing but not 
sex is a mystery to me - but there you go, that's the way it is.  So if it is 
not legal for you to read about sex where you are, or you are deemed too young 
to read about sex or, you find stories about sex offensive - DO NOT READ THIS 
STORY.

	This story is fiction.  This story is FANTASY.  It is intended solely for 
your amusement and enjoyment.  The author would not like to mislead the more 
gullible among you that the world really is as depicted here.  Whether the world 
would be a better place if people did behave as they do in the story is a moot 
point.

	This story can be freely distributed so long as;
	a) neither the distributor nor the recipient make any profit from it,
	b) no words are changed without the author's consent,
	c) the author is credited with being the author,
	d) this warning section is included,
	e) acknowledgment is given to www.asstr.org as being the original source 
of the text.

	The author welcomes helpful comments and can be contacted at 
cwellingham@SoftHome.net.

Chapter 8 - Acceptance (MF bdsm Ff Fdom)

	The events of the last few days had wrought a profound change in Adam.  He 
felt as if he had grown, physically as well as emotionally.  The staff, with the 
exception of Barbara, openly flirted with him - and even Barbara spoke civilly 
to him.  Jacqueline and Helen, in particular, made it abundantly clear that they 
were ready, willing and waiting any time he wanted.  He knew he would, one day 
soon, take them up on their offer but, for now, he was revelling in his new 
sense of power - coming to terms with a new, dominant side of himself whose 
existence he had not been aware of before.

	But it was with the girls that he wanted to fully establish his new 
dominance.  Where, before, he had not been happy with his relationship with the 
girls, he now realised that he had been approaching the situation from the wrong 
direction.  As he had not been aware of the true state of affairs this was 
hardly surprising.  A throw-away comment of Anne's also stuck in his mind - that 
the girls expected a firm hand in the classroom.

	The school grapevine did its job and word was soon around that he was an 
initiate.  Almost instantly, a barrier of tension seemed to lift.  Still, he 
wanted to make his mark, and his point, in his own way - and the 5th year were 
the key.  So, the next time he had them, he made sure he was deliberately late.
He walked in carrying a small rattan cane and, with a cheery, "Good morning, 
girls," perched himself on the edge of his desk, swinging one leg idly.  He 
surveyed the five beautiful girls in front of him.  They were still dressed in, 
for them, conservative school uniform and eyed him warily, wondering what 
devilry he was planning.

	"The events of the last day or so have taught me a valuable lesson," he 
began.  "And I hope you have learned one too.  I understand that they were not 
entirely of your own making, however your punishment was entirely justified.  I 
will not have my class disrupted and I will have no hesitation in punishing you 
even more severely if it happens again.  Do I make myself clear?"  There were 
nods all round.

	"Good.  In that case I would like to wipe the slate clean.  Begin again, 
so to speak.  Are you willing to do that?"

	"In that case:  I am Mr Hazel and I'm here to teach you maths and 
physics."

	Miranda put her hand up.

	"Yes, Miranda."

	"Excuse me, sir.  What exactly do you mean by 'beginning again'?  Does it 
mean we're going right back to the beginning and we'll have to do  the work all 
over again?"

	He smiled.  "No, Miranda, it doesn't.  Let me ask you a question.  Do you 
think my classes are good?  Please be honest."

	Miranda thought for a moment.  "Well, sir, you explain things well and 
obviously know your stuff but...  well, to be honest, sir, no." She flushed 
bright red.

	He smiled encouragingly.  "Thank you, Miranda.  That was a very diplomatic 
answer.  And to be honest with you - I agree completely."

	The girls gasped in astonishment.

	"It's a question of expectations.  What you expected and what I delivered 
didn't match.  So we didn't develop the right sort of relationship.  It's that 
that I want to put right and start again.  Are you with me?"

	There were nods and approving murmurs.

	"Good.  Well, as I said my name is Mr Hazel and I'm here to teach you 
maths and physics.  I find my subjects interesting and I hope to make you find 
them interesting too.  To help, there are some ground rules for the classroom.  
You will listen to them carefully as I will expect to follow them to the letter.

	"You will turn up on time with all the books and equipment you need for 
the lesson.  You will complete all assigned tasks, including homework, promptly 
and fully.  You will be courteous to me and your fellow pupils at all times.  
You may converse quietly with a neighbour provided I am not talking and you are 
not disturbing anybody else.  You will sit upright with both hands on the desk 
and your knees apart.  You will assume this position whenever you are not 
involved in some other task like writing.  When moving around you will walk 
slowly with your head up and shoulders straight.  When bending over, you will do 
so with straight legs and not squat - unless you are lifting something heavy.  
Finally - dress code.  I understand that the you are accustomed to interpreting 
the school dress code, how shall I say it, quite liberally."  He raised an 
eyebrow and was rewarded with a few stifled giggles.  "That's fine with me.  You 
may be as liberal in your interpretation as your imagination permits and your 
budget allows.  Just bear in mind you have other classes as well as mine.  All 
clear so far? "

	Five pairs of eyes looked at each other in astonishment.

	"I expect these rules to be obeyed at all times.  If you transgress, I 
shall warn you once, maybe twice.  I will not tell you off and I will not hand 
out punishment exercise.  I may order detention - but I don't think you'll like 
my version if it.  The most likely punishment will be several strokes with 
this."  He held up the cane.  "Very bad behaviour will merit a special 
punishment which I will decide at the time.  Now, any questions?"

	There was silence as the girls digested the new Adam Hazel.  Finally, 
Veronica raised a tentative hand.

	"Are we allowed to talk to you, sir, you know, to ask questions and 
things?"

	"Good point, Veronica.  Yes, if you want to ask a question, raise your 
hand.  Or you may, discretely, get my attention.  And I do mean discretely."

	There were some more stifled giggles.  He looked round.  Already the girls 
seemed more alert.

	"Okay, if everybody's happy, we'll begin today's lesson by sitting 
correctly."
He waited until they had shuffled themselves into the correct posture.

	"Knees apart, Zoë.  Right, today we're going to continue with 
differentiation and how it can be applied. . . . . . . . ."

	 ~~~~~~~

	He repeated his little speech to each class that day.  That evening he 
typed up his rules and pinned them on the walls of his classrooms.  He didn't 
need to repeat his speech next day for the grapevine worked fast and every girl 
came in and sat down in the upright, hands on desk and knees apart posture he 
had demanded.  At they were wary and watchful.  They continued to dress soberly 
- at least compared with previously.  He was puzzled by this until it dawned on 
him that he was now an unknown factor.  He had been given absolute power over 
them - power to use them or abuse them as he wished - and they were waiting to 
see how he would use it.  He stuck to his rules, being rather lenient, in fact, 
with only the occasional smack with the crop on a wrist or bottom to remind 
them.

	The first serious  incident occurred towards the end of the week - and, of 
course, it was the 5th year.  Zoë Hunter, a dark-haired girl with sly, cat-like, 
green eyes, took exception at some remark made by Felicia and swore at her.  
There was suddenly utter silence in the class and all eyes turned to Adam.  
Zoë's eyes widened in horror as she realised what she had said.

	For a moment, Adam regarded her calmly.

	"Stand up, Zoë," he said in a mild voice.

	The horrified girl rose slowly to her feet.

	"Would you like to repeat what you just said?"

	"No, sir."

	"Why not, Zoë?"

	"Because ....  Because they weren't very nice, sir."

	"No, they weren't, were they.  Why did you say them?"

	"Because ....   Because Felicia annoyed me, sir."

	"Felicia annoyed you?  So you swore at her."

	"Yes, sir."

	"That wasn't very clever, was it?"

	"No, sir."

	"So what do you think you should do now?"

	"Don't know, sir."

	"You don't know?  Perhaps you should come here and I'll tell you what you 
should do."  

	Reluctantly, Zoë walked to the front of the class, her head hung low.  

	"Turn round, raise your skirt and lean on the desk." 
Adam took his cane and swished it.

	"Put your feet apart and look at me, Zoë.  I'm going to give you ten 
strokes and, with each one, you are going to say 'I'm sorry Felicia for swearing 
at you'.  Do you understand, Zoë?"  The girl nodded.  There was a collective 
gasp from the other girls.  "When I am finished, you will thank me very nicely 
and we will say no more about it.  Up on your tiptoes.  Quickly, now."
He moved to the front of the desk and delicately appraised Zoë's firm young 
bottom clad in white, satin panties.  He raised the crop and brought it down on 
the exposed cheeks with a vigorous 'whack'. 

	"Owww," cried Zoë as the pain arced through her bottom.  "I ...  I'm 
sorry, Felicia, for swearing at you."

	He landed a second blow.

	"Ohhhhh...  that's sore," Zoë cried.  "Oh.  I'm sorry, Felicia, for 
swearing at you."

	He laid on the strokes slowly and deliberately, giving Zoë plenty of time 
to anticipate the next jolt of agony.  Tears coursed from the girl's eyes and 
she bounced on her toes from foot to foot, her bottom cheeks jiggling, as a 
blaze of fire flooded through her body.  But she, somehow, remembered to 
apologise after every stroke.  After the final stroke, Adam folded down her 
skirt and dropped the cane on the desk.

	"You may stand, Zoë."

	Wincing, the girl straightened.  She looked at him directly through tear-
stained eyes and said, with utter sincerity, "Thank you, Mr Hazel, for spanking 
me."

	"Good girl, Zoë," Adam said.  "You may return to your seat."

	"Thank you, sir, but I'd rather stand."  She gave a small, wry grin.

	Adam glanced at his watch.  "It's nearly bell time.  Do you want to go to 
see Miss Thomson?"

	"No, sir, thank you."

	"OK."  He glanced around the room.  Four glowing faces and four pairs of 
bright eyes regarded him.  Felicia, in particular, was staring open-mouthed.  He 
cleared his throat and continued the lesson as if the interruption had never 
occurred.

	When the bell rang, the girls left the classroom with less fuss and 
clatter than usual.  Zoë hung back.

	"Ah, Zoë," he said as he became aware of her presence.  "Are you OK?"
Zoë fidgeted, looking down at her foot as it toyed with some imaginary pebble.  
	"Yes, sir," she said in subdued voice.  Then, taking a deep breath, she 
looked up at him.  "I just wanted to say ...  that is ...  "she touched his arm 
lightly.  "If you wanted to ....   outside class ...  I mean ....  I wouldn't 
mind."

	A slow smile spread across Adam's face as he realised what she was 
offering.  He gently cupped her chin and tilted her head up.

	"Zoë," he said sincerely, looking deep into her eyes, "I'm deeply touched 
by your offer and I promise you I'll take you up on it very soon.  Thank you."  

	The girl stretched up and kissed his cheek, her face aflame.  "Thank you, 
sir."  She whirled out of his grasp and was gone.

	~~~~~~~

	He was now in a slight quandary.  He wanted to take Zoë up on her offer.  
On the other hand, he realised that he really lusted after Felicia.  He wanted 
her to be the first - the thought of her full, round bottom exposed for a 
spanking was exceedingly arousing.  And then, afterwards...  He carefully 
steered his thoughts away from afterwards.  But after Felicia, he wanted them 
all.  He wanted Melanie and Victoria and Leonie and Carol and little Aimee.  He 
wanted to kiss them and spank them and lick them and beat them and shove his 
cock deep into their hot, teenage pussies.  But he knew, subconsciously, that 
there were protocols to be observed, forms to be observed.  In short, he didn't 
want to make a fool of himself.

	He was still pondering at dinner.

	"Penny for them," said Jacqueline.

	"Hmmm?  Sorry, I was just thinking."

	"You were miles away.  Problems?"

	He looked up at her, admiring the air of smouldering sensuality she always 
seemed to display.

	"In a way.  Look, can I ask you something.  It seems a bit foolish, but 
... "

	"Ask away,"  Jacqueline smiled encouragingly.

	"Well, now I've been sort of ... "

	"Initiated?"

	"Yes, that.  Well, to put it bluntly, suppose I wanted to give one of the 
girls a private encounter.  How do I go about it?"

	Jacqueline laughed, then stopped abruptly when she saw his face.  "Sorry.  
I didn't mean that.  Of course you wouldn't know.  I laughed because it's so 
simple - you just tell the girl or girls where to be and when and what to wear.  
And they turn up - if they know what's good for them."

	"But that's just it!   What to wear.  What to do.  I mean, I've never been 
in a situation like this before and there must be ...  ways of going about it.  
I can't just take them off to my apartment and screw the arse off them, can I?"

	Jacqueline looked thoughtful.  "Well, I suppose you could if you wanted 
to," she smiled and touched his hand.  "But that wouldn't be much fun in the 
long run.  Hmmm.  Are you free this evening?"

	"Yes, why?"

	"I think I can help.  Come over to my place about 8 and bring a bottle of 
wine.  We'll share a drink and I'll give you a few trade secrets."

	"I will, thanks."

	~~~~~~~

	Jacqueline answered his ring in a very short, royal blue satin mini-dress 
with a plunging neckline that left half her breasts exposed, and a matching 
sleeveless jacket.  She had a choker of the same vivid blue around her neck.  
The dress clung to every lush curve of her body.   Her hair had been back-combed 
to frame her face and a pair of long, silver ear-rings dangled from her ears.

	"You look stunning," said Adam, admiringly.

	"Thank you.  Come on in."

	The living room lights were dim and there was low music playing on the 
music centre.  It was a scene set for seduction and Adam felt a small stirring 
in his cock at the thought of what he hoped would be the end result of this 
evening.  Jacqueline busied herself with bottles and glasses.

	"Now," she said, handing him a glass and sitting down on the settee, half-
turned to face him.  "I've been giving your, er, problem some thought.  You were 
right, earlier, when you said that there was a way of going about taking girls 
for a private session.  It's all so familiar, now, that we don't think about it 
but your comment made me think.  There are certain...  rituals, I suppose, that 
must be followed.  I take it you don't know much about bondage and domination?"

	"No."  Adam was startled.  "I've never been into that sort of thing."

	"What you need is some basic ideas.  You need to know the limits - how far 
you can go.  And you need to know a bit about the psychology of submissives."

	"It all sounds very complicated."

	"Don't sound so worried," Jacqueline laughed.   "It's one situation where 
learning is fun.  There are plenty of books and videos on the subject.  However, 
first off, we're not into heavy bondage - we don't truss them in ropes or hang 
them form hooks or put them in cages.  I suppose you'd call what we do 'mild 
restraint' - handcuffs and hobbles and blindfolds - that sort of thing.  The 
second thing, as Anne's probably already told you, is that we're not into 
sadism.  At the far end of the spectrum, the causing of pain itself becomes the 
turn-on.  Our motto is 'pleasure in pain and pain in pleasure'.  The pain 
enhances the sex.  D'you see what I mean."

	"Yes, I do.  That's the bit that really turns me on.  The sensations I 
felt at my 'initiation' were absolutely incredible."

	"Exactly.  Keep that in mind and you won't go far wrong.  But, enough of 
the lecture.  I've got some videos you should see."

	She pressed a button on a remote control and the TV sprung to life.  The 
video showed a severe-looking woman dressed in a tight, black short leather 
skirt and leather jacket cinched tightly at the waist.  Her dark hair was pulled 
back from her face and tied in a tight bun.  She was lecturing a young girl, 
dressed as a maid, for some misdemeanour.  The girl hung her head submissively 
as the woman admonished her.  The woman announced that the girl's behaviour is 
unacceptable and needed to be punished.  The scene cut to another room.  The 
girl had lost her uniform and was dressed only in black stockings and high-
heeled pumps.  She was bent double with her wrists tied to her ankles, bottom 
high in the air.  The woman had shed her jacket and her large, round breasts 
were heightened and emphasised by a leather harness.  She took a short whip and 
proceeded to lay fierce strokes on the girl's up-raised bottom.  The girls 
screamed and howled as the lash bit into her tender skin.  The woman's breasts 
bounced around unrestrainedly as she laid into her recalcitrant maid.

	Eventually, the mistress cast aside the whip.  The girl, barely able to 
stand, sobbed uncontrolledly. The camera zoomed in on the mistress' face as she 
pulled the pins from her hair and shook it free.  To Adam's utter astonishment, 
he realised that it was Jacqueline.  She unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of 
it.  Underneath she had a pair of tight, latex panties with a large, black dildo 
attached.  With a smile of cruel satisfaction, she coated the dildo with 
vaseline and pushed it into the girl's cunt.  The girl nearly overbalanced and 
Jacqueline had to hold her hips tightly as she thrust the dildo in and out of 
the girl's cunt, working her hips vigorously.  The girl continued to sob and 
wail - but now with pleasure and Adam could see that she came at least twice.

	As he watched, Adam became aware that he was getting uncomfortably warm 
and his cock was rising stiffly in his pants, particularly as he realised that 
the mistress in the video was sitting next to him on the settee.

	"Phew," he said as the final scene faded out.  "That was you, wasn't it?"

	"Yes," Jacqueline smiled warmly.  "It's one of my favourites.  I still get 
hot looking at it."

	Adam squirmed in his seat.

	"But ....  You were fairly, er, vicious with that girl, weren't you?"
Jacqueline nodded and regarded him over the top of her wine glass.  "Yes, but 
the little bitch loved every moment of it.  I won't tell you what we got up to 
later - but let's just say I was exhausted."  She smiled coyly.

	Adam ran a finger round the collar of his shirt.

	"Go on, get comfortable.  There's no need for formality.  Just do whatever 
you feel like."

	He stood to slip off his jacket, aware of the bulge in his jeans  - and 
aware that Jacqueline had noticed it.  When he sat back down, Jacqueline put one 
foot across his knees.

	"Let's see some more videos."

	She pressed the remote control and, once more, he was plunged into the 
world of bondage and punishment.  They saw young women being spanked, being tied 
down and whipped, being fucked with dildos and vibrators and other strange 
objects. There were girls in latex and leather, in spandex and lycra, girls in 
stockings and stiletto heels and harnesses and teddies.  There were girls 
dressed as nurses, as maids, as schoolgirls; young women dressed as business 
women, as prison warders, as SS officers.

	Adam became more and more aroused as they watched.  His cock was a painful 
lump inside his jeans.  Jacqueline's foot had slipped higher up his thigh.  
Almost without being aware of it, he was toying with it stroking it and playing 
with her toes.  She wriggled it in satisfaction and, somehow, it was pressing 
against his throbbing hardness.  He glanced across at her.  The first thing he 
noticed was that her legs had parted.  He could see the crotch of her blue satin 
panties and there was  had a darker patch staining the centre.  The second thing 
he noticed was that she was watching him rather than the TV.

	"Don't stop," she said.  "You have a nice touch."

	"So have you," he replied, indicating her foot.

	She giggled and turned off the video.  "I don't think we need any more of 
these.  Have they given you any ideas?"

	"Yes, I've one or two I'd like to try right now."

	"Later," she chided.  "You're here to learn about discipline.  Are you 
interested in anyone in particular?"

	Adam gave a short laugh.  "All of them in the end.  But  Zoë and Felicia 
first off."

	"Good choice.  They're both hot girls, experienced and enjoy being 
thrashed.  What are you going to do with them?"

	Inspiration came upon him and he caressed his hand up Jacqueline's calf as 
he spoke.  "Well, I think I'd like to tie them together face-to-face with a 
double dildo joining them.  Then I would whip first one, then the other.  The 
results could be interesting."

	Jacqueline grinned wickedly and licked her lips.  "Great idea.  You should 
tie their hands above their heads.  That will keep them closer together."

	"I'll do that."  He glanced at Jacqueline.  "Another idea I've had also 
involves two girls.  I'd give one of them a severe spanking.  Then I'd make the 
other one strap on a dildo and fuck her while I spanked her.  Then I would take 
the second girl from behind while she was still fucking the other."

	"Oh, yes," Jacqueline breathed.  "I think you've got the idea now."  She 
ran her hands up her thighs, pulling up the hem of her dress and exposing the 
vivid blue panties with the spreading stain.  Her breast s rose and fell, 
threatening to spill out of her dress.  Adam leaned over and ran his hands up, 
over her thighs.  She placed her hands on top of his.

	"Would you like to be cruel to me now?" she husked.

	He looked deep into her dark eyes, seeing lust and submission.

	"Yes," he said slowly.  "I think I would."

	He sat up.  "Stand up!" he commanded.

	Jacqueline rose to her feet.

	"Take off the dress." 

	Obediently, she felt behind her for the zipper, which caused her breasts 
to thrust out, the hard nipples pushing at the restraining fabric.  The dress 
slithered to the floor and she stood, uncertainly, clad only in the bright blue 
panties.

	"Kneel."  He indicated the floor in front of him.

	She dropped to her knees and placed her hands on his knees.  He leaned 
forward and cupped the full, round breasts with their large, dark areolae and 
nipples like small thumbs.

	"Beautiful," he murmured, caressing their fullness and relishing their 
weight.  Suddenly, he pulled away, gripping the nipples between thumb and 
forefinger and squeezing hard.  Her eyes flew open in shock and pain and she let 
out a small yelp.  He released the nipples and she sank back on her heels.

	"Yes," she breathed.  "I think you'll be beautifully cruel to me."

	"I think you should suck me now."

	She looked a bit disappointed but dutifully unfastened his fly and eased 
out his rock-hard cock.  She glanced up at him, parted her lush, red lips and 
wrapped them around the tip of his cock.  Her mouth was hot and eager and 
expert.  She licked and sucked, worming one hand inside his pants to fondle his 
balls.  He watched her dark head bobbing up and down and nearly abandoned 
himself to the exquisite sensations she was causing.  But he kept his head and 
slowly eased his belt free of the loops.  Curling the buckle end around his 
hand, he reached out and brought the other end sharply down on her exposed 
bottom.  Jacqueline jerked as she felt the sting of the leather on her naked 
skin and sank her teeth into his cock.

	"Aiieee," he screamed, grabbing her hair and pulling her sharply away.  

	"You bit me, you bitch."

	She knelt up with a look of mixed indignation and contrition.  "I'm sorry.  
But that was a bloody stupid thing to do."

	"You didn't have to bite me in half," he said angrily, massaging the 
teeth-marks in his cock.

	"What did you think would happen when you laid into my arse without any 
warning?"

	"I didn't expect you to cripple me."  He raised the belt.  "I've a good 
mind to ..... "

	She looked up at him.  He took in the sight of her, kneeling, breasts 
heaving, hair awry, challenging him with her eyes and was suddenly no longer 
angry.  It was just so ludicrous that he started to laugh.  She looked at him in 
astonishment.

	"You're right," he managed between guffaws.  "It was a bloody stupid thing 
to do."

	She slowly smiled and then began to laugh too.

	"I truly am sorry," she said when their laughter had died down.  She 
reached for his now flaccid prick.  "Did I really bite it hard?"

	"No," he said, caressing her hair.  "It was more surprise than anything.  
It was a superb blow-job, too."

	He pulled her to him, gazed into her eyes then kissed her deeply.  Her 
arms snaked around his neck as she returned the kiss, their lips and tongues 
grinding and mashing.  He entwined his fingers in her thick, black hair and 
pulled her head backwards, kissing her fiercely as he did.  Her full, round 
breasts were squashed against his chest, the nipples hard and hot as roasted 
chestnuts.  She moaned and clutched at him frantically.

	"Bed?" he asked hoarsely at last.

	Jacqueline indicated a door.   With his hand still entwined in her hair, 
he pulled her into the bedroom and flung her onto the bed.  She lay, arms and 
legs akimbo, breasts heaving, gazing up at him with lust-heavy eyes.  He 
stripped off his clothes, discarding them on the floor.

	"Under the bed," she murmured.  "Restraints."

	He scrabbled around and discovered , attached to each leg of the bed, a 
length of chain with padded cuffs on the ends.

	"Naughty girl," he said.  "You've done this before."

	He cuffed her wrists and ankles and then remembered her panties.  He 
looked at them thoughtfully.

	"Perhaps I should just rip them off," he said, thoughtfully.  "No, it 
would be a shame to spoil them.  I might need you to wear them again."

	He released one ankle then put his hand between her spread thighs and 
ground the heel against her cunt.

	Jacqueline's eyes flew open.  "You bastard," she swore.

	He smiled cruelly down at her as he gripped the waistband and pulled the 
panties down and over her ankles.

	There was a hint of fear in Jacqueline's, eyes now.  She obviously enjoyed 
being restrained, so long as she kept control.  She had expected him simply to 
enter her but Adam had other plans.

	He cuffed her free ankle again then wrapped his belt around his hand, 
leaving a short length free.

	"What are you going to do?" she asked uncertainly.

	Without replying, he lightly smacked the outside of her thigh with the 
loose end of the belt.

	Jacqueline jerked and sucked her breath through her teeth.  "Ouch."

	He smacked the other thigh and she jerked again.  "Ow.  You bastard.  That 
hurt."

	He grinned at her and hit her again.  She tried to shift away as she 
realised that he had no intention of stopping but the restraints prevented her 
from moving very far.  She had half twisted onto one hip so he laid a blow on 
her half-exposed buttock.  Quickly she shifted back on her back and lay watching 
him from hooded eyes.

	He laid a few more strokes on the outside of her thighs then laid one on 
the tender skin of the inside.

	"Aiiee, you bastard,"  Jacqueline wailed, vainly trying to pull her thighs 
together.  But the restraints prevented her.

	He continued slapping her thighs, alternating between the insides and the 
outsides.  She lay with eyes closed in resignation, rolling her head from side 
to side.  A slow flush spread across her thighs, visible even beneath her 
swarthy skin.  Suddenly, he moved his attention upwards and landed a blow on her 
side, just below her armpits and the full swell of her breast.  Her eyes flew 
open.

	"What the ...," she cried.

	He did the other side, then back to her thighs, then up to her sides.  She 
swore and cursed at him.  He moved down to her waist and belly.  The blows were 
not hard, but they stung and caused her skin to prickle.  And they were regular 
and incessant.  Her whole body flushed red and she jerked at twisted in the 
restraints.

	One landed across the elastic flesh of her breast.  She squealed and tears 
trickled from her eyes.  The blows went on and on and she writhed on the bed, 
flinging her body from side to side, breasts rolling and bouncing on her chest, 
sobbing and moaning.  Suddenly, she wasn't trying to escape the blows any more.  
Her body tensed and she arched her back, squeezing her thighs together.  Her 
eyes rolled up and a keening wail emerged from deep in her throat as an orgasm 
took her.  Spent, she collapsed back on the bed with a gusty sigh.  Milky juice 
trickled from her cunt.

	Then Adam was on the bed with his head between her spread thighs, tongue 
greedily licking her cum juice.  The touch made her quiver inside.  Now the 
blows had stopped, she was aware of the itchy, tingling heat in her skin 
spreading right through her body, heating her to fever pitch.  She lifted her 
hips off the bed and thrust her pelvis at his mouth, trying to force him to 
penetrate her with his tongue.

	He lifted his head and laid more blows across her breasts and belly.  Her 
nipples stood out like hard nuts and the whack from the stiff leather sent jolts 
of sharp pain shooting through her.  The pain turned to fire and heated her even 
more.  His tongue returned to her cunt, licking and probing.  She was now so hot 
she hardly knew where she was or what she was doing.

	"Please.  Please," she begged, straining her thighs attempting to 
masturbate against his face.  "Oh, please.  You must.  Oh, please."

	He took pity on her.  Supporting himself with straight arms  on either 
side of her body, he slowly brought his rigid cock to the entrance of her quim 
and eased the tip in.  The effect on Jacqueline was electric.  She came, the 
muscles in her belly and cunt spasming.  She gasped and shuddered as wave upon 
wave of orgasm flooded through her.

	"Oh, my God," she panted, her breasts heaving.  "I don't think I've ever 
cum like that before."

	He smiled down at her and slid his cock fully inside her until their pubic 
mounds were pressed tightly together.  He began to move, not thrusting in and 
out but grinding his pubic mound against hers, pushing her back into the bed.  
As if he wanted to get his balls inside her.

	"Please," she gasped.  "Lie on top of me."  Her skin was super sensitive; 
her breasts ached, and she wanted to feel his weight pressing down on her, 
dominating her, covering her.

	She buried her face in his neck as he continued to jab into her in short, 
sharp strokes, the tip of his cock beating against her cervix.  Another orgasm 
started deep inside her, causing her body to quake and she bit sharply on his 
shoulder to prevent herself from screaming aloud.

	Adam, too, could feel his balls tighten as he neared his climax. His 
movements quickened and his breath came in short, sharp pants, loud in her ear.

	"Oh, Jacqueline.  Yes.  I'm going to cum," he gasped.

	She writhed beneath him.  "Yes, Adam, cum in me."

	He tensed, back rigid and buttocks clenched as his orgasm hit and he 
pumped his cum deep into her cunt, as if trying to force it directly into her 
womb.  To her surprise, the feeling of his hot cum pumping into her, triggered 
another orgasm and together they sweated and panted in sexual frenzy.

	At last Adam groaned and rolled off, his detumescing cock emerging 
stickily and releasing their combined juices which trickled from her cunt and on 
to the bed.

	"Untie me, please," she said.

	He fumbled at the cuffs, releasing her cramped limbs and she rolled over 
and wrapped her arms around him.

	"I hate you, you know," she murmured.  "No-one has ever taken me like 
that.  Made me feel like that."  She started to snuffle.  "I think I'm in love 
with you."

	He stroked her hair tenderly.  "And I've never felt like that with anyone 
before.   You aroused something new in me.  You're quite a woman, Jacqueline."

	"But you don't love me?"

	He sighed and held her close.  "In a way I do, but not, I think, the way 
you mean."

	"It doesn't matter.  I love you anyway."

	They slept, still clasped in each other's arms.

	Later they made love again.  Made love rather than fucked, in a much more 
gentle way.  And the grey light of dawn was creeping over the window sill when 
he stole his way groggily back to his apartment.

END of Chapter 8