Remington Academy (Chapter 2) - The Spot Check      by     dolphininthesky

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story code: mf, ff, spank, humil

    The Headmistress of Remington Academy was a tall, straight-backed woman in her early sixties. Her silver lined hair was pulled back into an austere bun that made her sharp features even sterner. But today, the sides of her eyes crinkled as she gave one of her rare smiles to the Committee gathered today for a meeting in the inner sanctum of her office.

The Committee was the leadership and brains behind the Board of Prefects. The Head Girl, Lisa Simmons, was a serious looking blonde who, in her five weeks of office, was already known to stop students in their tracks with an icy glare. The stern demeanour that the usually cheerful girl put on when she was 'on the job' did not detract from her natural attractiveness though. If anything, they gave her an aura of icy, unapproachable beauty that made students who broke the regulations shiver like the Beaver would when confronted with the White Witch of Narnia. But to her friends and to the rest of the prefects, she was friendly and always had a smile reserved for them.

Lisa Simmons was assisted by two Assistant Heads, Peter Locke and Melanie Sterling. Peter was an outgoing guy and an exceptional student. He was the type who captained sports teams, headed debating societies, aced every test with minimal effort, and eventually became some sort of public or political figure when he grew up. Melanie though, was a thoughtful introvert who occasionally broke her silence to make the most profound statements and brilliant ideas. She was shy by nature though, and her new role pushed her beyond her comfort zone and stretched her potential. But both the Headmistress and Head Girl thought she was adapting really well and they believed she was well in position to be the next Head Girl after Lisa and Peter, who were in their last year at Remington Academy, graduated. After the top three, came the secretary, Ryan Law, who kept the records, and the four Team Leaders, who led and cared for the prefects who were assigned to their group.

Present also, was Ms. Schaeffer, the Discipline Mistress who was charged with advising and mentoring the prefects. Ms. Schaeffer was unexpectedly youthful, being only in her late twenties, but the Headmistress was more than confident in her abilities as was evidenced by how well the newly established Board of Prefects was doing under her care. Though she was the new Discipline Mistress, Ms Schaeffer was not as scary as her title implied ( students noted that her title seemed to imply whips and black leathers, and a stuttering Year 8 had actually called her Dungeon Mistress by mistake).

She was actually a favourite with many students because she was a good teacher and all her classes were very interesting and engaging. It also helped that she was a dangerously attractive and buxom brunette. She was the type of teacher young male students fantasized about endlessly. But when the need arose, she could be really strict too,  and she showed this side of her personality with greater frequency now that she was the teacher in charge of overall school discipline.

The purpose of the meeting was for the Headmistress to congratulate the Prefects on the good job done so far and to convey the support and gratitude of the other teaching staff. Once that was out of the way, they moved on to more serious business.

'Today, we intend to carry out the first spot check of the dormitories in the school,' Lisa Simmons informed the Headmistress. The teaching staff had always lacked the manpower to conduct effective checks of this sort and as a result, both dormitories and classrooms were abundant with items that the school rules prohibited: cosmetics (the school was of the opinion that teenage girls should not paint their faces like harlots) , jewellery (which was prohibited for the good of the students, as it would be their loss if the expensive items were stolen), chewing gum (since students seemed to delight in sticking it on the bottom of desks and other school property) and such. Occasionally, the presence of even more serious items came to light, such as pornographic magazines, cigarettes and alcohol. But with the establishment of the prefects board, spot checks would be a regular feature of the school from now on.

'Lisa, why don't you outline the spot check procedures the prefects will be using to the Head and me?' Ms. Schaeffer said to the Head Girl.

'Well, as a start we intend to check only the second floor girls dormitory today. One of our prefects tipped us off about a girl in that dorm possibly possessing perfume. A large number of other illegal items will probably come to light too,' Lisa said. The teachers and prefects all smiled ruefully. It was common knowledge that at present, the rules on illegal items lived only on paper and in the dreams of teachers. Perhaps things would improve once regular spot checks were imposed.

'We will probably end up penalising a large number of girls in that dormitory alone. The penalty will be a spanking as prescribed in the Manual,' Lisa continued. The punishments listed in the rulebook and the Prefect's Manual varied according to the degree of seriousness of the trespass of course. While the graver offences like Disrespect to Teachers and the Use of Vulgar Language were punished by caning, as had befallen Angela Windleton only yesterday, lighter offences such as possessing chewing gum were to be punished by spanking, community service and a variety of other penalties. Community service in particular was very popular with the Headmistress, who knew her new employer, the young Lord Cunningham, was going to cut costs by axing a number of janitorial staff. Under the community service punishment, penalised students would work in cleaning gangs under the supervision of the prefects on duty. This measure would enable them to maintain the cleanliness and tidiness of the academy even with reduced numbers of janitors.

'We will search only that particular dormitory tonight, and we will randomly pick other dormitories for further checks tomorrow. We hope that the students of other dormitories will heed tonight's warning and comply with the regulations by tomorrow,' Lisa explained.

That was actually Melanie's idea and the teachers nodded as they saw its wisdom. If they searched every dormitory tonight, they would end up penalising the whole school. By giving students the opportunity to comply voluntarily, the enforcement of the regulations pertaining to illegal items would be more effective in the long term.

Lisa nodded at her Assistant, Peter, who then outlined to them the method by which the checks would be done. Peter began, 'We will enter the dormitory unannounced just before bedtime - that's the only time when all the students are guaranteed to be present anyway. Half the prefects will go through their belongings and search for possibly hidden illegal items. The other half will conduct body searches. This being the girl's dorm, the female prefects will do this, of course..'

'Wait a minute,' Ms Schaefer interrupted, 'What do you mean by 'the female prefects will do this, of course'?'

Peter blinked at the Discipline Mistress' question and stammered, 'Umm... well... I thought girls should search girls... its a full body search after all...'

The Headmistress looked at him gravely and said, 'I'm sure Ms. Schaeffer appreciates your concern for the modesty of our female students. But what you are saying smacks of gender discrimination.'

Peter opened and closed his mouth like a gold fish. Speechless, he shot Lisa a panicked look.

Lisa said uncertainly, 'Well, we do know that gender equality is one of the cornerstones of our school - it being the first coed private school to be founded in the country and all. But we thought the girls might protest strongly if they were searched by male prefects. We wouldn't want any accusations of harassment or inappropriate... um.. touching.'

Having recovered from her initial indignation, Ms. Schaefer said a little more gently, 'I'm sorry, Peter. I was a little harsh with my words. What you suggest has its merits I'm sure, but in doing so, you act in a biased manner toward the males in favour of the females. This method of gender segregation is indirectly implying that male prefects will act in an inappropriate manner towards the female students. It's an insult to every male prefect on the board. It's akin to having a law that requires all gynaecologists to be female because male doctors may act inappropriately towards female patients. '

Peter nodded meekly, 'I see what you mean, Ms. Schaefer.'

The Headmistress said, 'A good analogy, Ms. Schaefer. Our prefects are discharging their duties honourably, in a manner no more sexual than that of a doctor examining a female patient. The body searches are an unemotional, almost clinical procedure. The same principle applies to all the other matters referred to in the rulebook and in the Prefect's Manual, be it punishments such as caning and spanking, or body searches and other checks.'

The prefects in the Committee nodded in agreement. It was true. After all, the punishments and injury inspections afterwards were being done by prefects of a gender different from that of the punished student. Everyone present had been administering these punishments to students of both genders in the past few weeks. Therefore, there were no grounds for the body searches to be segregated by gender either. There was nothing even remotely sexual or inappropriate - they were merely discharging their Duties.

Thus, the meeting came to a satisfying conclusion, with the Headmistress, Discipline Mistress and all the prefects in agreement.

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The campus consisted of the teaching buildings, the staff quarters and the student dormitories. There were six floors to the dorm and it could house up to five hundred students, although only four hundred lived there at the moment. Three floors went to the boys and three to the girls.

The second floor girl's dorm that was the target of tonight's raid consisted of four rooms housing fifteen girls each. The prefects board was fifty strong and almost half of them were here tonight. At nine pm, an hour before the compulsory bedtime hour when the lights were turned off, twenty prefects descended on the dorm. Five were assigned to each of the four rooms and they moved in quickly and immediately instructed the girls to move away from their belongings and to stand next to a blank wall before they had the opportunity or time to hide any illegal items they may have in their possession.

But the prefects knew immediately that they were probably too late for that already. The girls were standing around with a look of intense innocence on their faces when they arrived. They had probably gotten wind of the raid or seen the prefects arriving at the dorm through the window minutes earlier.

The Assistant Head Prefect, Peter, having been gently instructed on the pitfalls of gender equality, had carefully ensured that a boy and a girl would conduct the body checks simultaneously whilst the another three would check the room and go through the girls' belongings. To ensure he was not deemed as being discriminatory, Peter himself would do a body check together with Cecilia White, a younger, Year 9 prefect. The other three prefects assigned to the same room were James Beech, another Year 9, and two girls, Mia Thornton and Sue Ling.

James, Mia and Sue had been well briefed on the techniques of a spot check search. They went over the room with a fine comb, discovering hastily hidden objects of interest. The girls were smart, and had hidden these objects far from their own beds and cupboards so that the owner could not be easily identified. Asking them who owned this lipstick or that perfume bottle obviously wouldn't work either.

There were more deviously hidden objects, such as the iPod James found wrapped in many layers of paper and placed in the wastepaper basket among tissues and other rubbish. Like jewellery, the school discouraged students from bringing expensive items such as iPods as it would encourage materialistic snobbery and even thievery. There were also objects hidden outside the window on a little ledge on the building wall, objects taped to the bottom of beds, hidden in pillows, taped to the little space on top of the door and many other ingenious places.

Under Assistant Head Prefect Peter Locke's instructions the fifteen girls in the room lined up along a blank wall on one end of the dormitory. As the chapter on Body Searches and Spot Checks in the Prefect's Manual stipulated, they were to face the wall, with their feet apart and their arms raised and palms pressed to the wall above them - a position not dissimilar from that used by police forces. They reluctantly assumed this position with much shuffling and protesting. This was because the regulation sleep wear for female students in the summer months was a thin, white shift that was supposed to have a hemline at the knees. But in the fallen state of the academy's student discipline, the number of shifts that even came near the knee was small. Most girls didn't bother to replace their shifts as they outgrew them since they only wore them to bed anyway.

In that line of fifteen girls, a good many wore shifts that barely reached mid thigh. And as they faced the wall, leaning forward and reluctantly spreading their feet, those shifts slid even higher, exposing the lower cheeks of many a pink, girlish bottom. They were used to wearing skimpy shifts like this in their own room where only girls were allowed, but with Peter and James present today, they blushed heavily. The more timid girls closed their eyes and hung their heads in embarrassment as they stood there with limbs spread and their bums raised, exposing the thin, white knickers they wore to sleep.

Peter felt a stirring in his loins. Embarrassed at his own reaction and lack of control, he did his best to suppress the urge as he watched the fifteen girls of all shapes and sizes lined up before him. They were a mix of girls from Years 8 to 12, so the youngest would be thirteen and the oldest seventeen. Some were trim and fit, with well-toned muscles that came from much sporting activity. Some were rounded and womanly, lush and firm in all the correct parts; their bodies well developed despite their age. And some were the opposite - late developers who were thin, awkward and gangly, and, much to their own chagrin, completely flat. Some were chubby, cute and huggable. Some were tall, broad and bony. Some were short, barely reaching Peter's chest. Every shade of blonde, brunette, black and red. Each student was cute in her own unique way even though they were clothed in completely uniform white shifts and white regulation knickers.

Peter and Cecilia started from opposite ends and would search their way down the line till they met in the middle. As Peter stepped up to the first girl in line, he steeled his frayed nerves and cleared his throat, 'Keep your feet apart and hold still. I'm going to begin now.' The girl was a sixteen year old with a nice body and a sweet, heart-shaped face framed by long, straight raven locks that were cut in a page boy style at the front. She glanced at him and quickly turned away, her face turning beet red as the tall, roguishly handsome senior prefect patted her down.

He proceeded according to the book. Standing behind her, he started with a perfunctory examination of her hair, since small items could be hidden underneath with perhaps, the aid of sticky tape. He ran his fingers through the silky strands before moving down to her neck and shoulders, his fingers running lightly over them. He then moved his palms to her armpits, feeling the lightest dusting of downy hairs there. He continued down her sides, before circling back to pat her front and back.

Peter was breathing heavily by then, and he was not alone. The girl who was a year his junior was not in the habit of being patted down by handsome and popular boys. None of the girls were. Even though they were a coed boarding school, the students lived in dorms in close proximity with dozens of other students. They ate together, showered together and went to class together. There was hardly ever any privacy at all. Apart from the quick stolen kiss, the occasional holding of hands and the exchanging of secret letters, most of the students were quite sexually innocent for teenagers of this day and age. You really couldn't do anything more with a guy or girl, unless you wanted your whole dorm privy to it as well.

But the flushed and sweating girl's body search was hardly over. The regulation undergarment for the girls was a plain, white camisole, or, if you were more developed, a white bra. This girl now wore a bra underneath her white shift. Whilst the thin shift could not conceal anything from a simple pat down, a bra could. And so could her cotton knickers. The specified procedures for a search were thorough and Peter had no choice but to abide by the Manual. He had to do his Duty.

His strong, large hands reached under the hem of the girl's shift and moved to the front. She gasped softly as she felt his cool hands touching her hot, bare skin.  Her knees suddenly went all wobbly and she nearly slipped down to the floor. Luckily, Peter quickly caught and steadied her. She flushed even more as he leaned her body against his so that she would not fall. Reaching round the front of her body, Peter's arms held her in a semi embrace. Her back was pressed into his front, and Peter was trying his very best to keep his very uncomfortable crotch away from those luscious buns.

His hands pulled her bra aside and entered unfamiliar ground. He had had his share of stolen kisses and all, but he'd never actually done this. He mentally scolded and reminded himself that this was, as the Headmistress had said, an 'unemotional and clinical procedure'. But it was difficult to keep that in mind as he manhandled the shapely mounds that felt so soft, yet firm at the same time. He let his fingers slide over them, making sure nothing was hidden under the bra. As his rough fingers brushed her nipples accidentally, they stiffened and the girl gritted her teeth to stop the involuntary moan that nearly escaped her lips. He finally explored her cleavage, slipping his fortunate finger between the two very full orbs. Satisfied that nothing was hidden there either, he readjusted the displaced bra and his hand left her breasts to her relief and disappointment, though the latter was well hidden.

But the girl was in for a rude shock as she felt his fingers slip under the waistband of her cotton knickers. She yipped in surprise as she felt the intruder trespass that virgin territory. Sweat beaded Peter's forehead as he felt the springy hairs in that untouched southern land. His fingers reached deeper into the unexplored bushland until he felt her smooth and slightly moist lips. He felt the trepidation Captain Cook must have had when that intrepid explorer discovered Terra Australis. With the same care as the famous navigator, Peter's fingers charted those virgin waters, gently tracing them, making them quiver in anticipation and fear. The girl was blushing so hotly he feared she was having a fever. And her eyes were tightly squeezed shut, a sparkling pearl dusting her shivering lashes.

Peter was almost to the point of bursting himself. He feared that at any moment he might just snap, throw the girl to the ground and take her there and then. He quickly moved his hand to her back where he slid his finger down between her pert buns and swiped her nether hole lightly. He withdrew immediately before she had time to react and he stepped back, finished with his inspection.

'You're clear. Go wait in that corner,' he told her as he began to move towards the next girl in line - he didn't know how he was going to do all of them, one girl was already more than he could take.

'Wait... I'm Hilda...' As he passed, she whispered softly so that only the two of them could hear her. She didn't know why she did that. But somehow, she just needed him to at least know her name after he'd known her in so many other intimate ways. She suddenly wished she hadn't said that. She felt so stupid. He was just doing his duty - he hadn't meant anything by that touch. But Peter gave her a small smile just before she turned away and suddenly, she was glad she had said it.

The next girl was much easier on him. She was a thirteen year old in her first year at the Academy. Scrawny and with a body shape that approximated a washboard, Peter was reminded of his little sister whom he had bathed till she was ten. And she was just as ticklish too. She snorted and giggled helplessly as he searched her and Peter shook his head and smiled. He gave her a mock frown and she giggled even more. With his head turned away so no one else could see him, Peter made a face at her, which elicited an explosive snort from her - he couldn't help it, she brought out many fond memories of his sister, whom he seldom saw since coming to boarding school. He gave her a quick search under her knickers - she was as smooth as the day she was born - before moving on.

He went from one girl to the next. Some made him breath and sweat heavily, his crotch tightening as he ran his hands up and down their shy bodies. He was thankful for the others in between, like the young one who reminded him of his kid sister. These quickly helped his rising member deflate again. At the fourth girl, he had a shock when he ran his finger over her trembling private lips. His jaw dropped and he told the girl to step out of the line. Calling Cecilia over, he told her to examine this girl. She did so and her eyes widened as her fingers fished around inside the knickers of the by now deeply embarrassed and fearful girl.

'I'll try to remove it,' Cecilia told Peter. Her hands gave a gentle, tentative tug and the girl's body jerked as she gasped loudly.

'I don't think its going to come out easily. Something's caught there,' Cecilia said.

'Ah... um... stand to one side, we'll take you back and have it properly removed after we're done,' Peter said, rather flabbergasted, to say the least. By now, the other girls in the dorm and the prefects were all intensely curious but neither the girl, Peter nor Cecilia revealed the nature of this very private matter. Seventeen pairs of eyes did notice that the girl walked rather gingerly in a bow-legged fashion.

Peter then realised then that he had been wrong to merely let his fingers brush over the girls' vaginal lips and anal rosebud, as he had been doing earlier. The Manual had clearly outlined the method by which a full body search was to be done, but he had thought it highly unlikely that a girl would hide some illegal possession inside her. He had almost been fooled by that last girl and he had found the hidden item completely by accident. It exposed the fallacy of his thinking and he now sorely regretted his error. What he had thought was 'lenience' and 'kindness' towards the girls was merely negligence. Peter firmly resolved to carry out the rest of the search to the full extent of the law, abiding by every jot and tittle of the Manual. And he also made a mental memo to self to emphasise what he had just learned in the training of prefects in the future.

As Peter stepped up to the next girl, their eyes met and both blushed and looked away. In his busyness with leading and conducting the check, he had not even noticed her - his classmate, Sandy. In fact, she sat right next to him in class. But in the crowd of girls, he hadn't seen her till now. He wondered if he should get Cecilia to search her instead. Sandy was more than a classmate, she was his friend and he wasn't sure he could look her in the eye after he'd touched her all over tonight. It was one thing to intimately search some girl you did not know, it was another thing to do that to someone you saw everyday. He was afraid of offending her deeply and spoiling the friendship they enjoyed. He hesitated for a moment. If she were to show even the slightest sign of unease, he would ask Cecilia to take over for him.

But Sandy meekly turned to face the wall, raised her hands and pressed them to the wall, and stood with feet wide apart. His eyes fell to the pinkish swell of the moons she exposed as she did so, for she had the misfortune to wear tonight, her oldest shift, which she had first worn three years ago. The overly short shift rose up obscenely, a testimony of the growth spurt her body of seventeen years had experienced since then.

Peter steeled himself, stilling his trembling hands and moving them slowly over Sandy's body, gently patting, his fingers roving over her lush charms. She had filled out nicely since he first met her years ago when they'd both entered the Academy at age thirteen. And he was finding out just how much she'd filled out - his fingers lingering at her waist, brushing lightly over her thighs, running up her sides, rubbing her shoulders. Sandy closed her eyes and endured silently. But it wasn't humiliation and outrage she endured - rather, it was a strange tingle that started where he touched her skin and slowly deepened and spread over her whole body like a warmth that was both comfortable and irritating. It irritated in a sense that she couldn't quite put into words. It was an empty feeling, a needy feeling. But what was it that she needed? She didn't know herself. Did she need to be body searched? It was a ludicrous thought, but she couldn't think of a better way to express the alien sensations that invaded her.

Meanwhile, Peter made an amazing discovery. Whilst he knew Sandy was prone to blushing shyly at times, he never knew the extent of her blush. The thin, fragile shift barely covered her, and as his hands wandered, a red flush began to spread over her body wherever his hands touched. He almost feared she was having some sort of allergic reaction, but she showed no other signs of that. He realised with mounting surprise and not a little excitement that his full body search was giving her a full body blush. And when Sandy saw her body's reaction and knew that Peter saw it too (and not just Peter but the whole dorm) - well, she blushed even more hotly.

Soon the body pat was over - and Sandy already felt like she'd run a marathon. When Peter reached under her short shift, the sudden intimate feel of his arms brushing her sides and his hands cupping her shivering breasts made her gasp in shock and surprise. It was the biggest surprise of her life because she felt pleasure like she had never known. Peter forgot himself completely the moment his hands held Sandy's femininity.

The phrase in his mind was 'perfect balance'. They were soft and yielding, yet firm and succulent. Heavy, yet they seemed to float weightlessly on her chest. Round, and yet her nipples were sharp enough to cut. Ripe, yet fresh and tender. Wanton, yet radiating purity and innocence. He had just hefted the mammaries of four other girls (though one of them had none to speak of) but even with his limited experience (those four were his only experience) he could tell that he was holding premium-grade, blue-ribbon, award-winning, breast meat. He just wanted to hold them in his hands forever; his palms gently rolling the globes, his fingers tenderly rolling the nipples.

Sandy was beginning to doubt Peter's body search methodology, but she didn't quite care at that moment. She wished he wouldn't stop. She exhaled deeply and to Peter's amazement, she expanded even further in his grip. But the faint sound of her breath escaping drew him back to reality. He blushed furiously and mentally chastised himself for his lapse in professionalism. He bitterly regretted it - what would the Headmistress think if she saw him now? With regret and reluctance, he left Sandy's sweet melons and continued with the search.

His brief lapse only strengthened his resolve to finish the search with strict adherence to the Prefect's Manual. As his hand went into Sandy's knickers and came into contact with her love bush, he began mentally reciting the Thirty Steps to a Successful Body Search, relying on the Manual to keep his mind straight. This time, instead of merely giving the student a perfunctory feel, he had to insert his finger inside both cavities and verify that there was absolutely nothing hidden therein. But his resolution met an impediment. Sandy's orifice remained uncooperatively closed as he attempted to conduct the search. Exerting a little more pressure, he felt her opening yield a little as the tip of his finger slipped in with difficulty.

Peter heard a faint hiss as Sandy exhaled through clenched teeth. He saw the pain on her face and nearly panicked. He'd hurt his friend! He sweated nervously as he stood there, his fingertip frozen in place - in a very tight place. He imagined Sandy screaming and bleeding if he forced his finger in. He imagined her never talking to him again. Just then, as he stewed in his panic, a memory of some rumour, some story someone had told him years ago, came to mind. It was one of those schoolyard stories boys told each other - but in that story, it was mentioned that the female had to be slowly manipulated by hand until she got 'wet' and 'slippery' before a guy's 'thing' could go in.

Desperate for a way out (actually, a way in), he slowly, lightly, let his fingers trail over Sandy's lips. Seeing so signs of pain, anger or terror from her, he decided it wouldn't hurt to keep trying. He repeated it again, slowly stroking it like he would someone's pet iguana - gingerly and with great care, as though afraid it might bite him any moment. She didn't bite him, of course - but her mouth did eventually open and suck him in. As her slipperiness began to increase, his finger accidentally slipped inside just a little bit. He immediately noticed how much easier the passage of entry was this time. Greatly encouraged, Peter continued to let his fingers romance Sandy's pretty lips. If Sandy had doubted Peter's search methodology earlier, she was now quite sure it was completely wrong. But she couldn't stop him. That needy feeling in her swept away her reserve and her resolve. She wasn't quite sure what her friend and classmate was doing but she wasn't about to resist.

Finally, Peter gained complete entry. Her muscles relaxed involuntarily as he slid deep inside. It was then that his finger touched something. Something that was blocking the canal. His eyes widened. Was Sandy really hiding something in there? She winced as he prodded it lightly and he almost laughed out loud when he realised his own ignorance. It was her hymen! As he withdrew his finger, his already thumping heart beat even faster as he realised what he had just touched. Her virginity. Her maidenhood. Her chastity. Peter stepped back from Sandy, his mouth slightly open. In his shock, the anal search that was supposed to be next was completely forgotten until much later that night when he was about to fall asleep in bed.

He shook himself out of his reverie and looked about him. He saw that Cecilia was just finishing with the last person in the line. As he counted the number of girls in line, he realised that he had only done five girls whereas Cecilia had searched ten! He looked at her as she completed her last one and saw that she was very thorough. How was it then, that she had searched twice as many students as he had?? Peter began to feel nervousness creeping in. Had he lingered too long? Had his touches been longer than was appropriate? Guilt ate at him as he realised that more than once, he had actually been enjoying himself. Fear crept in next. Would everyone realise that he had done only half the number of girls Cecilia did? Would they point their fingers at him? Would they whisper behind their backs? Cecilia finally finished. As they waited for James, Mia and Sue to finish searching the room, Peter took Cecilia aside, hoping to have a few words with her in private. Peter cleared his throat nervously and forced a laugh, 'You were pretty quick, eh, Cecilia? You did almost twice as many students as me...'

Cecilia gave him an inscrutable look. 'If you're afraid people will think you're spending more time than is appropriate with each girl, you needn't be,' she said.

'What? Of course not! Haha.... what a silly thought! I was just complimenting you on your efficiency,' Peter laughed it off, his heart thumping as he realised the younger prefect had read him like a book. 'What's your secret?' he asked, diverting the conversation.

Cecilia held up a single tube. The label said 'moisturiser and hand cream'. Peter gaped.

'How did you check inside them?' Cecilia asked. There were only two ways she thought he'd done it. Either the quick, dry and painful way, or the long, wet and painstaking way. Judging from the amount of time he'd taken and the flushed, out of breath look the students he searched had, he probably did it the long way. Of course, she didn't know that he had not done a proper cavity check on the girls except Sandy. The truth was, he had spent too long on each girl, his mind wandering as his hands drifted over them. None of the girls complained though. Maybe they would have if the prefect searching them wasn't so tall, dark and handsome.

Peter merely blushed and mumbled something inaudible before changing the topic, leaving Cecilia to draw her own assumptions. Ye gods, he thought to himself, if he had fared this badly at the search, he wondered how the other male prefects had done. He'd better press for a thorough and comprehensive training on female body search methodologies for the male prefects.

But he needn't have felt as guilty as he did. He wasn't the only one who had enjoyed himself that night. The quick and efficient Cecilia had too. Very much so, in fact. Ever since Cecilia White had  punished Angela Windleton yesterday morning, something had awakened inside her. A dark seed had germinated; the eggs in the devil's own nest had hatched; Cecilia White had her first taste of power. Earlier, as she searched the girls, she realised that she had near absolute power over them. The very ingenious Headmistress had created rules such as Resisting a Prefect Discharging His/Her Duties, which were pretty much open to any interpretation the prefect who was doing the discharging wanted.

Cecilia's methodology was quite different from Peter's. She was brusque and firm with each girl. 'Keep your feet apart! Stop moving, no whispering,' she told them in a firm voice as she stepped up behind the first girl. Cecilia knew all the right and wrong places to touch. She knew how to run her finger in one quick motion down the side of the student, from her hairless armpit to her flaring waist, making the poor student's body jerk. She knew exactly how to let a nail accidentally scratch an erect nubbin as she examined under a bra or camisole, causing involuntary shudders in the helpless girl. She rewarded obedient girls with feathery touches that made them weak on their knees. And as for the disobedient ones who fidgeted and were reluctant to comply, she would correct the error of their ways with quick, fiery smacks on their bare rumps. They were Resisting a Prefect Discharging Her Duties after all. With a mix of spine-tingling rewards and swift, stinging punishment, she kept the girls in line - in a straight, wall-facing, face-blushing, tender rump-exposing, feet-apart line.

Her examination of the contents of their cotton knickers was an art form by itself. The communal environment of shared dorms and open showers did not facilitate the development of masturbatory habits and most of the girls and boys of the academy knew little except that washing themselves in some areas sometimes brought unexpected sensations of pleasure. But ever since she had been made a prefect, Cecilia had had the opportunity to do much more, for prefects had the luxury of their own private bedrooms, unlike the common students who bunked in the dorms. Cecilia was becoming quite adept with the manipulation of her own anatomy and, thanks to the spot check they were having, the anatomy of others.

Unlike Peter's 'negligent' and embarrassed examinations on the first four of the girls and the anxious and ignorant fumblings he had made with Sandy, Cecilia had no qualms with the orifices of her young prey. Stepping up behind a student, Cecilia would press her well lubricated index finger against her delicate girlhood, giving it a heartbreakingly tender massage. The sudden pleasurable assault on their senses would take them by surprise, causing them to give little gasps and sighs under their breath as every muscle in their body relaxed. Then suddenly and without warning, Cecilia's slippery and slender finger would thrust roughly into their honeyed interiors, twisting, turning and curling. The young girl would jerk and squirm, their mouths opening to emit frightened little half moans which they did their best to suppress as the prefect's molestations washed their innocent minds with a potent formula of pleasure and pain, desire and guilt, tingling joy and burning humiliation.

None of Cecilia or Peter's actions was visible to the bystander of course. The prefect's hands were just fumbling away unseen beneath their clothing. The prefect had a deadpan expression that said 'On Duty' and the reactions of the girls could written off as just girlish shyness and an oversensitive sense of modesty. As long as they did not spend too long  - for a very loose definition of 'long' - on a girl, nothing would appear inappropriate.

Many of the girls present were actually older than the fourteen year old prefect, but they were as pliable as moistened dough under young Cecilia's dexterous fingers. She knew her limits of course. She was brusque but never too rough. She caused little pain, some discomfort, and a lot of humiliation. In fact, her touch often brought pleasure, for she quickly realised that the girls would be shamed by the betrayal of their bodies as they burned with pleasure. In addition to that, she was a girl, and guilt would weigh heavily on them as they realised they had been aroused by another female. The young and handsome Peter was certainly not the only one who left a trail of aching nipples and moistened virgins in his wake tonight.

Leaving one of the girl's panting and flushed, Cecilia stepped up to the next one in the queue. It was Angela Windleton, her classmate. Cecilia paused to regard the still reddened bottom that had been at the end of her cane only a day ago. Cecilia let her finger gently trail over the pink, well-punished cheeks and as the memory of her caning came back to her, Angela actually gave a little whimper of fear. She hadn't been very nice to Cecilia in the two years that they had been classmates. The truth was that Angela had been secretly jealous of Cecilia. Whilst Angela was widely acknowledged as the prettiest girl in their class, she saw that under the bookish demeanour, the studious Cecilia was actually even prettier than she was. People didn't immediately notice this because Cecilia kept her large, shimmering eyes hidden behind glasses and her lustrous dark blonde hair severely pulled back in a simple ponytail. Quiet and often buried in a book, no one saw the unpolished gem, except Angela, who felt threatened. Reacting like the proverbial evil Queen in the story of Snow White, she was often mean to Cecilia in her attempt to remain the fairest of them all.

It was payback time of course. Cecilia was not particularly vindictive, but seeing the haughty little bitch squirm was going to be very, very enjoyable. And squirm she did as Cecilia's hands outraged her modesty in uncountably many ways before wriggling into the tender little oyster between her legs. Angela tried in vain to suppress the feelings that threatened to overwhelm. As she fought a losing battle, she suddenly felt a fingernail carelessly brush against the little pearl her oyster kept so carefully hidden. The contact was light and feathery but to Angela it seemed as though sparks leapt from Cecilia's tormenting finger to her sensitive pleasure button. Angela's chest heaved and a sensation unlike any she had ever experienced loomed over her. She only knew of orgasms, and she was in panic as she deeply suspected that what she was about to experience could be that mythical O-word. It was unthinkable that she should climax from a girl's touch! That would... that would make her a lesbian! And that girl was Cecilia! The ignominy! The disgrace! Her chest heaved with effort as she took deep breaths... oh.... oh.... she saw a light in the tunnel... Angela was almost sure she could ride this one out safely. She could resist it! She knew she could!

Suddenly, Cecilia's other hand dipped into Angela's knickers from behind and a quick thrust embedded a finger deep in Angela's anal rose. The brown and puckered sphincter was helpless to prevent the rape of Angela's ass as the oiled finger wormed its way past every defence. Entering to the hilt, the finger brought with it a sudden fiery discomfort and a stretching sensation that she discovered, to her immense shame, pleasurable. Taken by surprise, Angela's body clamped down on both the frontal and rear intrusions, squeezing them with all her might. It was then that the hand in front suddenly caught her pearl between two fingers and rubbed hard. Angela's mind exploded in white and.....

And without warning, Cecilia's hands were gone. Angela felt the presence behind her disappear - Cecilia was moving on to the next girl already. Angela's vaginal and rectal walls crunched and collapsed onto the void Cecilia's fingers left when they disappeared. Angela remained standing there with her feet wide apart and her palms pressing against the wall. None knew that the girl was having her first orgasm as she stood there in line among other girls. But it was a complete unsatisfying climax. Her orgasm was empty. Void. Hollow. Angela gave a tiny whimper that could barely express her intense frustration and need. Cecilia had just dragged her screaming and kicking up the peaks of pleasure, and then, just as she was about to arrive at the summit, Cecilia left her, unceremoniously dumping her at the foot of that mountain - unfulfilled, unsated, frustrated and needy.

She stood aside with the other girls who had already been searched. Angela rubbed her feet together, squeezed her thighs and clenched her little mound, hoping to get some measure of relief. But none came. If anything, it only made her more and more frustrated. She stopped after a while because she could feel her knickers getting wet. She hoped her short little shift hung low enough to hide the damp spot she was sure she had from the sight of the other girls. She needn't have been embarrassed of course, there were few dry knickers in the room by the time the prefects left.

Which they did, eventually, when they were satisfied that no stone had been left unturned and all the hidden items had been found. Peter led the group out of the room where they regrouped with the Head Girl, Lisa, and the four teams who had searched the other rooms in the second floor dorm. They returned triumphant, their first spot check a complete success.