Author: Connard Wellingham Title: The Girls School Part: Chapter 11 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 11 - Consequences (Mf, bdsm, span, fdom) "Hard night, was it?" Jacqueline leered at Adam at breakfast. "What?" he said, blearily. She nudged him with her elbow. "Two of them was there?" "It's none of your business," he said huffily. "You made enough noise to awaken the dead so I think it makes it my business." Adam flushed. "Sorry," he muttered. She nudged him again. "You lucky dog. Who was it?" "Tricia and Aimee." She whistled appreciatively. "Wow. Were they good?" "For beginners, yes." He smiled at the memory. "Were we really loud?" "Fair to middling." He looked at her askance. "Do I detect a slight green tinge?" It was Jacqueline's turn to flush. "A bit, yes. I kept wishing I was there." "And who did you wish you were - them or me?" "Both," she answered promptly. "Well, you never know," he leered. "I'll keep it in mind." "Hmph. You realise Anne'll need to know?" He looked startled. "Will she? How? I suppose I'll need to go and tell her." "You won't need to." ~~~~~~~~ Her remark proved to be prophetic for he received a message instructing him to attend Anne's office immediately after classes. She was seated behind her desk looking as beautiful and tailored as always. She looked up as he entered and frowned. "Care to tell me what happened last night?" "Well, erm ..." he stammered, not wanting to get the girls into serious trouble. "Cut the crap, Adam. Just tell me the true story." He told her the tale, emphasising his part as seducer. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. "The little minxes! Oh, I can read between the lines." She paused in thought. "Were they good?" He smiled. "They're both exceptionally hot little girls with a natural aptitude for sex. Tricia is the bolder but more submissive in sex itself. Aimee is the opposite." Anne grinned. "Good. You realise that this is a serious breach of school rules and they will have to be disciplined. I want you to be there too" "What? You want me to punish them? After seducing them? That's hardly fair." "Oh, no," she leered. "I wouldn't expect that. You will be punished, too." Adam stared at her in astonishment. "But ... What ...," was all he could manage. "It's all part of their continuing education," she said returning her attention to the papers on her desk. "My apartment. Five past seven on the dot," she finished, not looking up. Adam left the office fuming. What right did she have to treat him this way? Hadn't he been made a partner in this enterprise? Possibly not. Was she deliberately humiliating him? Reminding him that he was really just a hired hand. But, deep inside, a small part of him was excited. He had actually quite enjoyed his initiation ceremony and the thought of another session, especially with two hot girls like Tricia and Aimee, was rather appealing. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. ~~~~~~~ At precisely the appointed time he rang Anne's bell. She opened the door and he gasped. She was dressed in an electric blue latex catsuit, split down the front in a deep 'V' to the navel. It forced her breasts up and in, moulding them into huge, bulging melons. A heavy zipper with a conspicuous ring-pull started just below her navel and disappeared between her legs. Her long blonde hair was pulled tightly away from her face and caught up at the back in a tight bun. At the sight of face, she grinned and turned to show him the back. The zipper ran up between her buttocks - also pressed and moulded by the tight latex - and stopped at her coccyx. "Ah, Mr Hazel," she said in a severe voice. "How nice of you to join us." And winked. Adam felt his cock stir in the loose jogging pants he had chosen to wear. 'This could be interesting,' he thought. She led him into the training room where the girls waited. They were dressed in short, pleated skirts, white blouses and ankle socks. They looked young and frightened. "Mr Hazel," cried Aimee. "What are you doing here?" "Be quiet," Anne commanded. Looking suitably discomfited, Adam took his place beside the girls. Anne paced up and down in front of them. "You are here, tonight, because of reports of serious misconduct last night. Mr Hazel would you care to explain." "Well, Ms Henderson, I have to confess that, last night, I seduced these two young ladies." "Seduced them? You mean you had sex with them?" "Yes, Ms Henderson." "Both of them?" "Yes, Ms Henderson." "At the same time?" "Well, one after the other. Both at once would be a bit much, even for me. But they were both present." Tricia giggled. "Silence!" roared Anne. Tricia lapsed into stunned silence. "And where did these seductions take place?" "In my apartment." "And how did they get to be in your apartment after curfew?" Adam considered. This was the test. "I asked them to come under the pretence of doing some private study." Tricia and Aimee exchanged glances - something that did not escape Anne's notice. "This is very serious indeed. You are telling me that deliberately induced these two under-age girls to your apartment with the sole intention of seducing them?" 'Oh, God,' thought Adam. 'Put like that it sounds monstrous.' "Yes, Ms Henderson," was all he said. "That's not right, Miss," Tricia burst out. "It wasn't like that at all." "Oh," said Anne. "Then perhaps you'd like to tell me how it really was." "He didn't seduce us, we seduced him. We went to his apartment after curfew and asked if we could get more lessons like the one we'd had earlier." "Which lessons would these be?" "Er...," Tricia blushed. "Oral sex?" "Oral sex?" asked Anne in an astonished voice? "Yes, Miss." Tricia looked at her boldly. "Cock sucking. And we told him we wanted him to have sex with us." "I see. Is this the real story, Me Hazel?" "Well..." Anne sighed in exasperation. "I appreciate you wanting to protect the girls. But either their story is true or yours is. If yours is true then they are lying and I will punish them twice as severely." Adam nodded sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Ms Henderson. Theirs is the true story - almost." Anne looked at him sharply. "They did come to my apartment unannounced and they did ask for private lessons in fellatio. As I recall it was I who first suggested sex but, I have to say, that the girls did not object - rather the reverse, in fact." He glanced up at Anne to see that she was trying to suppress a smile and maintain a stern expression. Anne turned to the girls. "Is this true?" "Yes, Ms Henderson," they chorused. "I think we might have arrived at something near the truth at last." She paced up and down a bit. "Did you enjoy it?" she suddenly asked the girls. "Ooh, yes, Ms Henderson," they said breathlessly. "And you'd like to have sex again?" They nodded. "Mr Hazel, as their sexual tutor, how would you rate them?" Adam was taken aback. How should he respond? Say it was the best experience of his life - or play it cool? "In terms of enthusiasm, I would give them full marks. They applied themselves to the exercise wholeheartedly. In terms of technique, 50 percent. They have much to learn about giving and receiving pleasure through sex. I would also have to say that they listened and learned quickly and they were not afraid to experiment. Overall I would say an excellent first performance." The girls, who had looked slightly apprehensive at Anne's question, were beaming. He noticed that Tricia was pressing her legs tightly together. He caught Anne's eye and indicated, as subtly as he could, the tensed thighs. She gave an almost imperceptible nod. "Praise indeed," she said in a frosty voice. "I wonder if, though, Mr Hazel's penchant for schoolgirl pussy is overcoming his better judgement." The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. Adam had to admit she was a superb actress. He doubted the girls would be aware of it but he could see that her nipples were making significant bumps in the tight latex. She turned to confront them, feet planted wide apart, hands clasped behind her back, her face a mask. She looked at once implacable and extremely sexy. "I'm glad you all had a good time. But the fact is that you have all behaved impetuously and irresponsibly. You girls are meant to learn about sex in a controlled and disciplined manner; not rush out and fuck the first man you see. As for you, Mr Hazel, you are entrusted with the girl's education. It is not your place to hop into bed with every nymphomaniac pupil who waves her tush at you. I have given the matter some thought and decided that such an unusual crime deserves an unusual punishment. Mr Hazel, please strip. You too, Aimée and Tricia." Adam, removed his clothes, trying not to appear too eager. He was already excited and his cock stood at half mast. The girls followed more reluctantly. In the meantime Anne had lowered a short beam which had a complicated arrangements of ropes and pulleys terminating in four sets of handcuffs. She beckoned Adam over and made him raise his arms above his head. She clipped the handcuffs around his wrists and raised the contraption until he was just standing flat on his feet. He could feel the strain in his arms. She called Tricia over and made her stand directly in front of Adam. He could feel the points of her breasts pressing against his ribs and her breath was hot on his chest. Anne clipped handcuffs on Tricia's wrists and hoisted her up until their faces were level. Adam looked deeply into Tricia's scared eyes. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'm here with you." "You may wish, Tricia, to wrap you legs around Mr Hazel for support. Mr Hazel, please kiss her." Tricia's legs wound round his waist. He could feel a warm damp spot where her pussy touched his belly. His cock rose. He bent his head forward and began to nibble her lips. Instinctively she parted her lips and began to kiss him back. Some instinct told him not to stick his tongue into her mouth. The instinct proved right for suddenly there was the sharp crack of leather against flesh and Tricia jerked towards him, almost causing him to lose his balance. At the same time she threw her head back and howled. "Please don't scream like that," said Anne. "It's most unladylike." "I agree," said Adam quietly. "You nearly deafened me." "But it hurts," hissed Tricia fiercely. "Yes, dear, it's supposed to. Kiss me again and that'll help. Just don't bite my tongue off." Another blow fell. This time Adam was expecting it and braced himself. Tricia managed not to break the kiss but let out a muffled 'Mmmphh' of pain. Her tears wet his cheeks. As Anne continued to mete out measured blows on Tricia's bottom, his belly also became wet as Tricia's juices began to trickle from her cunt. Her nipples were hard points pressed against his chest and her skin radiated heat. He became very hard and prayed that Anne's aim didn't falter. Somehow that added to the excitement. Tricia's kisses became more demanding, her tongue darting and thrusting in and out of his mouth as the situation and the beating heated her to a sexual frenzy. She began to rub her body against his, trying to make herself cum against his belly. As suddenly as they had started, the blows stopped. Tricia continued to writhe and wriggle against him, needing now to cum and desperate for the relief that would bring. He heard Anne call Aimee over and felt her hot little hands on his cock. Then Anne lowered Tricia a few inches and the hot little hands guided his throbbing erection into Tricia's sopping cunt. Anne was very clever and she only allowed him to insert the first inch. Now he was desperate. Tricia's cunt was hot and wet against the tip of his cock and he wanted to thrust upwards and bury himself deeply inside her. But, because he was only just touching the ground, he was only able to move a small amount. Tricia gave a moan of frustration and wriggled frantically in a vain attempt to impale herself on his prick. "Ohh," she hissed in frustration. "I want it inside me." "Now, Mr Hazel," said Anne. "Whatever you do you must not cum." And the first blow from the leather strap landed on his bottom. Although he had half expected it, it still took him by surprise and he stumbled forwards, almost losing his balance. The breath hissed from his teeth. Tricia covered his mouth with sympathetic kisses. His sudden motion had dislodged his cock and he felt Aimee's small hands reinsert it. Again Anne laid on the blows in an unhurried rhythm. The initial pain turned to a stinging heat that spread through him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He suddenly remembered Anne's warning and was grateful for having cum so frequently the previous night. He determined to make Tricia cum, instead and began to flex his buttocks, making his cock wriggle around just inside the entrance of her cunt. With a bit of luck he might be able to stimulate her clitoris. Tricia responded, twisting her hips as she clung to him, moaning and panting in his ear as she desperately tried to get herself off. Anne continued a steady rain of blows, urging on to greater efforts. Suddenly Tricia's whole body jerked and shook as an orgasm hit her. She bit down hard on his shoulder. Her juices flooded down his cock and dripped from his balls. Anne changed tactics, bringing her leather strap down hard first on Tricia and then on Adam. Tricia jerked awake with a cry of pain and resumed her frantic movements. It did not take long before her body was racked by a second and then a third convulsing orgasm. The last one drained her completely and she hung limply from the beam dripping tears and sweat and cum. Even a particularly harsh crack from Anne's strap only caused her to twitch a bit and moan. Gently and tenderly, Anne lowered her to the ground and she and Aimee half carried her to a couch. She lay in a curled foetal position , thumb in mouth whimpering quietly to herself. Anne released Adam who massaged his stiff arms and rubbed his stinging bottom, his cock still rigid and coated in Tricia's cum. "Very good," said Anne quietly. She had Aimee fetch cold drinks and damp towels. They cleaned Tricia up and made her sit up and drink. "Right, young lady," said Anne, turning to Aimee. "Do you want some of the same?" Aimee paled. "I don't think I could take that, Ms Henderson," she said. Anne smiled and clucked her under the chin. Somehow that was more frightening than anything and Aimee flinched. "That's okay, sweetie. I had something different planned for you, anyway." She made Adam lie prone on a padded table. He groaned as his bruised bottom flattened against the cold surface. Aimee was urged up onto the table and made to kneel astride him. Anne forced her head down, making her rest her weight on her elbows, her bottom up in the air. Her ankles and wrists were secured to the table with leather loops. Her face was close to Adam's, her small, pointed breasts squashed against his chest. He could see the fear in her eyes and feel her trembling. He tried to smile reassuringly but was sure it looked more like a grimace. "Kiss him Aimee," Anne commanded. Aimee placed her lips on Adam's. They were stiff and lifeless. Adam began to lick around them and gradually they parted allowing him to push his tongue between them. He could hear Anne moving around the room. Suddenly Aimee went rigid. Her eyes and mouth flew open in shock. Anne had taken a vibrator and after coating it liberally with lubricant, had inserted it into Aimee's exposed vagina. She worked it in and out until the girl's cunt had expanded enough to take its full length, then switched it on. It buzzed like a demented bee as Anne continued to slide it in and of Aimee's tight cunt. After the initial shock, Aimee began to enjoy the sensation of the plastic prick. Adam could feel her nipples stiffen and she began to wriggle and squirm. Her kisses grew hotter and wilder and she began to moan softly into his mouth. "Mr Hazel, please stimulate her with your fingers." Adam reached between them and sought Aimee's clitoris with his fingers. The little girl went wild, rubbing herself against his hand and moaning in his ear. Her hair spilt wildly over his face. Suddenly there was the crack of leather on flesh and Aimee, jerked and screamed, almost deafening Adam. "Don't scream, dear," he said, probing her hot wet slit more fiercely. Anne laid another blow then another on the little girl's taut, exposed bottom. Aimee's wriggling and squirming became even more frantic as, on the one hand, the pain of the blows spread across her bottom and, on the other, the vibrator and Adam's probing fingers were causing her extreme pleasure. A few more whacks and screamed and went rigid, flooding Adam's hand with cum. But Anne and Adam would not let her rest. The blows continued to rain down on her rear and Adam and the vibrator continued to stimulate her from the front. She came again and again until, unable to take any more she collapse on top of Adam like a limp rag doll. Anne and Tricia immediately released her and carried to the couch where they ministered to her tenderly. Adam lay for a while, recovering and then sat up. "Wow," said Tricia, coming over to him. "That was hot. Are you okay Mr Hazel." "Thank you, Tricia, I'm fine," he smiled. "Look, I'm sorry we got you into trouble." She winced. "No, it was my responsibility. I could have stopped it. I'm sorry I got you into trouble. Is your bottom very sore?" She nodded then grinned, her naturally adventurous nature coming to the fore. "But it was worth it, wasn't it?" "Tricia," he said sincerely. "It would have been worth it even if the consequences had been ten times worse." "Gosh, really?" "Really and truly. Would you like to do it again?" She bit her lip then blurted out, "Yes. Both last night and just now." She glanced up to see how would react. He laughed and stroked her hair. "Then we'll have to see what we can arrange." "But..." she glanced anxiously in Anne's direction. "Do you think..." He winked at her. "Just leave it to me." Tricia flushed bright red. "Ohh..." Anne summoned them over. Aimee was sitting up on the couch wincing in pain but with eyes that glowed. She surveyed them sternly. "Right. I hope you now realise how seriously I take unauthorised seduction." They nodded meekly. Adam cleared his throat and said, "Ms Henderson I would like to offer my deepest apologies to the girls for leading them into this situation. Although they approached me, I could have and should have prevented this from happening." "Oh, Mr Hazel," wailed Aimee. "We shouldn't have come to see you in the first place. We're very sorry." "I hope you've all learned your lesson," Anne said. "Now, girls, get dressed, please, and go and see Miss Thomson. She will give you something for your bottoms. Mr Hazel, please stay here." Hurriedly, the girls pulled on their clothes, grimacing as harsh cloth came in contact with tender bottoms, and fled from the room. Anne burst into laughter as the door closed behind them. "You were right. Those are two very hot girls and I think we've got two new recruits to our Secret Society. I only hope that they don't blab." Adam grinned. "I don't think they will. I impressed the need for secrecy on them last night. You were superb, by the way." "I always am. Did they really enjoy that?" "I know Tricia did. She as much as asked to do it again. And didn't you notice Aimee's eyes at the end. They were positively smouldering." "I did. I wanted to know if you saw it too. Do you want to fuck them again?" "Yes. Particularly Tricia. There's something sassy about that little minx that makes me want to take her to bed and screw her all night long." "Hmm. Aimee's a sweet girl, too." "Okay," he laughed. "We'll make it a foursome." "They're still very young," Anne said with concern. "I'm still not a hundred percent sure about this. However, I don't think we've any alternative, now. I'll arrange for a full initiation ceremony sometime soon. In the meantime, Mr Hazel, please try to be a bit circumspect in your lechery." She stood and looked down at him with a challenging look, hands on hips. "And now you have one more task to fulfil before your punishment is finished." "You can punish me like this any time," he murmured as he reached for the ring-pull. END of Chapter 11