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The Ordinance
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This novella is not for minors or anyone who doesn't like to read
about spanking, humiliation, nc sex, blackmail, voyeurism,
masturbation and other non-PC stuff. This is copyright, for what
it's worth, by Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long
as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If
it is archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access
to the archive.
This is all pure fantasy, the figment of a peculiar mind, so any
resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely
coincidental. Don't flame me if you don't like my style, I'm
still learning the craft. Email me if you have constructive
criticism, or if you like it and want more (mercy me!) my address
is theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk.
Incidentally, for those of you who didn't realise it, corporal
punishment (ie. the cane) is still legal in some private British
schools, and is being practised. So are knicker
inspections......
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It all started when the governors of Saint Augustine's School for
Girls suddenly decided, by a small majority, to allow boys to
attend. I was one of the first. I was quite looking forward to
it actually. I mean, I'm the first to admit I'm no Adonis but I
thought that my luck might change given the ratio. 542 girls to
32 boys, not bad odds when you think about it. I fantasised for
months about a school full of horny girls (the girls were all
horny in my dreams) and only 32 boys to satisfy them.
My first couple of weeks at the school weren't so great. The
rest of the boys quickly paired up, but I had seen the vision of
my dreams. Nicola. Nikki to her friends, tall, slim,
devastatingly beautiful, long dark hair, golden flecked hazel
eyes, a ready smile. Except when it came to me. Just as my
lust for her grew, her disdain for me grew in equal measure.
Our story begins in the main corridor of the school, where all
the lockers were. I had seen Nicola struggling to get her books
from her locker. As normal the senior girls got the upper
lockers and she was standing on tip-toe trying to reach deep
inside. I thought I'd be helpful.
"Do you need any help?" I asked.
She glanced over her shoulder and sneered. "Not from you I
don't."
"Look, I'm only trying to be helpful". I looked at her, her body
stretched out enticingly and knew I had to give it one more try,
so I moved towards her holding out my hand.
"Here, let me hold them for you," reaching for the books she held
in her hand. As I touched them she whirled angrily and the books
went flying out of her hand to scatter over the corridor.
"Fucking idiot!" she shouted and pushed me away.
I stumbled backwards and fell over a bench. As I fell I saw, out
of the corner of my eye, Miss Frith, the deputy principal,
striding purposefully along the corridor glaring darkly at
Nicola.
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"I won't tolerate that sort of behaviour from any girl at this
school. Especially when the principal has told you girls to
welcome our newcomers. Violence is very unbecoming to a lady and
the foul language that you used was disgraceful. I think you are
in need of a very strong lesson in discipline, my girl."
Three of us standing in Miss Frith's room, Nicola, looking
pensive and biting her bottom lip as she struggled not to show
her emotion in front of me.
Miss Frith, clearly still furious, glared at the girl while I did
my best to play the injured innocent. Then she moved towards her
corner cupboard and I distinctly heard a sharp intake of breath
and noticed the rise and fall of Nicola's breasts quicken. I
wondered what had got her so excited. Then I saw. A cane! A
thin yellowish piece of rattan, polished smooth by much use.
Miss Frith bending it as if to test the suppleness.
"No, please, Miss. I won't do it again", moaned Nicola holding
out her hands, palm outwards, as if to ward off the inevitable.
"I sincerely hope you won't, Nicola. However, that doesn't
excuse you from what you have done and now you must be punished
for it. Take off your skirt and bend over my desk."
"Oh no! Not in front of him! Please, Miss, can't we do this in
private?"
"As this poor young man was the recipient of your disgraceful
behaviour I feel that it is only fitting that he should be here
to witness the fact that we take this sort of thing very
seriously. So he stays and you will do as you are told....
now!"
There she was, the girl of my dreams preparing to take off her
skirt in front of me. The number of times I had lurked on the
school stairs to try and get a glimpse of her knickers and now
she was going to reveal them to me in all their glory. I was
trying to act nonchalant, but it was heavy going as she hiccuped
a sob and reached back for the zipper on her navy blue school
skirt. I could feel my boner starting so I turned to Miss Frith
and said,
"Please Miss, maybe I should leave". Nicola turned to me,
pleading with her tear-brimming eyes.
"What a kind and thoughtful boy you are, Simon," said Miss Frith,
with a smile, "Trying to spare her blushes. Which is more than
she did for you. No, Simon, I think you really ought to stay and
see that your ill treatment is properly corrected. If you don't
mind, of course."
Did I mind? To see the object of my lust half naked, bent over a
table and thrashed. I felt like punching the air. So, trying
hard to keep the smirk off my face, I replied. "If you insist,
Miss."
"What a nice, polite boy." She turned to Nicola. "Quite unlike
you, young lady. Now kindly step out of that skirt and bend over
my desk. Unless you want the punishment carried out on the
bare."
'Do it, Nicola!' I thought. Tell the old cow where to get off so
I can watch your bare bum writhing in agony. Sadly, for me, that
is, Nicola dropped her skirt and stepped clear, keeping her head
turned away from me.
"Nicola Basset-Smythe!" shouted Miss Frith. "Those are not
regulation school knickers, are they?" Nicola shook her head,
mumbled and stared at the floor.
My eyes must have boggled. Her knickers were white cotton with
lace trim, cut high. Pure, virginal, but with a hint of
wickedness. The contrast against her bare, tanned legs made my
heart rate bump up a few hundred notches.
"I'm beginning to feel that this punishment is way overdue, young
lady. I will spare your blushes and will not require you to
remove them this time. However I feel that insubordination of
this magnitude {teachers all seem to use long words, don't they?}
deserves special attention. Accordingly you will receive 6
strokes today and then you will report here the day after
tomorrow for a further six strokes. This time you WILL be
wearing the correct knickers. Do I make myself clear?"
Nicola mumbled again.
"Miss Basset-Smythe, I was talking to you and I think that it is
common courtesy for you to look at me when you are addressing me.
You are in enough hot water as it is without making it worse.
Now answer the question"
Nicola looked up at her and I saw the profile of her tear stained
cheeks as she replied,
"Yes, Miss"
"Right, now bend over that table."
Nicola slowly bent over the table as Miss Frith indicated that I
may wish to sit down on a chair that gave me an uninterrupted
view of Nicola's straining knickers. I fell into the chair like
my legs had been chopped off at the knee, dropping my hands to my
lap to hide my raging hard-on.
Miss Frith tapped Nicola on various parts of her body, with the
cane, as she positioned the flinching girl to her satisfaction.
Finally she was satisfied and she took her position to the right
of the, by now openly sobbing, girl. She raised the cane high
above her head and... SWIIIISH... CRACK!
The result was amazing. Nicola leapt up from the table faster
than a white supremacist leaving a black gay club. She howled
and danced, frantically rubbing her bottom. I was absolutely
amazed. One stroke had turned her from the ice maiden to a raw
tangle of flailing arms and legs as she danced around the room
in pain.
"Nicola!" Miss Frith said sharply. "If you do not present
yourself for punishment this minute I will be forced to ask Simon
here to hold you down while I administer the balance of your
punishment."
Sobbing pitifully Nicola once again curled herself over the desk.
"I think that in light of that disgraceful exhibition I will not
count that stroke. So you still have 6 to go. If you don't want
me to keep adding to the number then you will stay in position
until I have finished. Do you understand?"
I watched the back of Nicola's head as she nodded and said "Yes
Miss Frith {Sob}"
SWIIIISH.......CRACK!
"OOOOOOOOWWWW!"
SWIIIISH.......CRACK!
"OOOOOOOOWWWW!"
It was pure joy. I felt like pinching myself as I watched my
lust-madchen writhing and screaming just a few feet in front of
me. I could see the tramlines through her knickers that
signalled how hard Miss Frith was wielding the rod across her
bottom. And all the time her cunt, modestly gussetted, jerked
and clenched like she was in the middle of a gigantic orgasm,
right in front of my eyes. It was heaven.
At last it was over and I rose, with some difficulty, while she
lay sobbing her eyes out. I felt like bursting into a round of
applause at the show. Instead I stepped forward and offered my
hand to the beaten girl.
"Here, Nicola. Let me help you up."
She was still dazed at what had happened to her, so when she saw,
through the haze of her tears, the object that had caused her to
be in this mess she momentarily forgot herself.
"Leave me alone, you bastard... Oh no! I'm sorry, Miss Frith. I
didn't mean it!" She jumped up from the desk and held her hands
clasped in front of her like she was praying. "I'm sorry. I
forgot. I'm really sorry."
Miss Frith was furious. She stood, hands on hips, her mouth a
thin white line.
"Nicola Basset-Smythe! I cannot believe what I am hearing. I
would have thought that after a punishment like that you would
have learned your lesson but obviously not. So not only have you
another session planned in two days time over your blatant
disregard of school uniform policy but you have earned yourself
an extra session next week. Furthermore I am minded to let Simon
carry out the punishment as your attitude towards him has
obviously not changed."
"No, please, Miss," she dropped to her knees. It was delightful.
"Not him, please, I will be good, but don't let him do it to me!"
"Get up, young lady. You should have thought about the
consequences before you started hurling foul-mouthed abuse about
like a fishwife. Simon will administer the punishment on both
occasions and I had better hear that you had apologised to him
properly before the next session. Do I make myself clear?"
"Oh God, no". The enormity of what was going to happen to her
was sinking in.
"There is no point in defiling the name of the Deity, young lady.
Just answer my question and look at me when you say it."
She gulped. "Yes, Miss"
"Now you know what you have to say?"
Nicola's face grew brighter as she struggled to say the words
"Thank you for correcting my behaviour, Miss Frith"
"Right, now thank Simon for being a witness to your punishment."
She looked at me, gulping furiously trying not to cry. "Thank...
er.. you for witnessing my <sob> punishment."
"That's better, and..."
"Miss Frith," I interrupted, gently.
"Yes, Simon?"
"Can you postpone the punishment until next week, please? I
think she needs time to recover".
I had the germ of a plan forming.
"What a kind boy," she turned to Nicola, "Unlike some I could
mention. Okay, as you asked, next week it is, shall we say
Thursday?" she was talking to me, ignoring Nicola completely.
I nodded and we were ushered out.
Our paths parted. She went to the ladies' bathroom to put a
cold, wet, towel on her burning rump and I went to the men's. I
had a raging erection to subdue.
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Wednesday morning.
"Excuse me, Miss".
"Yes, Simon?"
"I was wondering if we could bring the punishment forward to this
afternoon? I have a Biology practical assignment I was hoping to
finish and I have the heard the labs will be free tomorrow."
That is fine by me."
"Thank you, Miss Frith. Would you like me to tell Nicola?"
"If you would, please. I have to meet the board of governors in
ten minutes time and so I shall not be around until later. I
will fetch you both from your class when I have finished my
meeting"
"Thanks, Miss Frith". This was getting better and better.
I found Nicola sitting by herself in the quad. I sat on the
bench next to her.
"Looking forward to tomorrow?" I asked.
"Leave me alone, haven't you done enough?"
"Me? I've done nothing, all this you've done yourself. I must
say that I'm going to enjoy it though, I've even been
weigh-training so I make a proper job of it."
She turned to me and hissed, "You bastard. If you hurt me I'll
get you."
I looked shocked. "You haven't learned much have you Nicola?
Just for that I'll give it to you extra hard. I was going to
ease up. But not now I won't. I might even tell Miss Frith that
you swore at me again."
Her eyes flew open. "She wouldn't believe you and.."
I interrupted her. "She's more likely to believe me than you.
Anyway its true"
I could see her eyes misting up.
"Listen, Nicola, I won't tell her if you do something for me"
"What do you want?" she asked dully.
I could hardly keep the excitement out of my voice.
"Give me your knickers, Nicola. I want your knickers"
She jumped up and glared. "You pervert. I'm not going to do
that, I won't and you can't make me"
"Suit yourself," I shrugged, "If I don't have your knickers in
my hand by lunch time I'm telling Miss Frith you swore again"
She turned and stumbled away, crying.
At lunch time she sidled up to me and tried to slip something
into my hand. It was her knickers, still warm.
"What's this?" I said, loudly. Several people turned and stared.
"You know what it is," she whispered.
"What?"
"What you asked for, you know," another whisper.
"Know what? Refresh my memory"
"My knickers. It's my knickers." She looked around and blushed
furiously as a few of the students strained to hear what she was
saying. Nicola and the nerd. This was hot gossip.
I put them in my pocket and turned away. She laid a hand gently
on my arm.
"You won't forget, will you?"
"Forget what?" I looked puzzled.
"You know, about my swearing."
"You want me to remember?" I asked incredulously.
"No. Yes. Well, to remember to forget. Oh, you know what I
mean," she stumbled over the words.
"I've forgotten already," I smiled.
Nicola spent most of the afternoon pulling the hem of her skirt
down. My plan was going to work!
About halfway through History, Miss Frith entered the class and
spoke quietly to the teacher who announced, "Will Nicola and
Simon please accompany Miss Frith to her office now?"
Nicola sat there mortified as I rose.
"Now Miss Basset-Smythe, if you please," scolded the teacher.
Some of the students sniggered.
When we stepped into the corridor and the door was closed Nicola
said. "Please Miss, can I use the toilet?"
"You should have thought about that earlier. No you may not, now
follow me."
Nicola, I could see, was floating in a haze of indecision. She
dropped back a little and grabbed my arm.
"Please can I have them back?" she whispered.
Before I could reply Miss Frith turned and said "Come along you
two, I haven't got all day and let go of Simon's arm, Nicola"
At last we arrived.
"Right, as this is becoming quite a regular event I think you
know what to do, Nicola. So take your skirt off and bend over."
"Please Miss, can I take it on the skirt? Just this once, you can
increase the number if you like but please don't make me take my
skirt off!"
"You will do as you are told, young lady." Miss Frith was
getting angry again.
Still Nicola hesitated.
"I will double the strokes if you don't do as you are told this
instant. I just cannot believe that you have learned so little
from your last encounter in this room. Now remove that skirt or
you will be beaten in front of the whole school."
White-faced and shaking Nicola unzipped her skirt, but still held
onto it afraid to let it drop.
"Drop it, you impertinent girl. NOW!" I'd never seen Miss Frith
quite so livid with rage. Her face was bright red and her eyes
sparkled.
Nicola gulped and dropped the skirt, immediately putting her
hands in front of her bush of pubic hair.
I could have beaten her with my cock. It was so stiff it was
like a club. I was wearing tight underpants so it wouldn't show,
so it was bringing tears to my eyes. This was fantastic.
Miss Frith went ballistic! At first she couldn't say anything,
she was so enraged, but then she strode across the room and
grabbed Nicola's ear, causing her hands to fly up giving me an
uninterrupted view of her cunt, with its silky hair.
"You disgusting little strumpet!" shouted Miss Frith "How dare
you walk around this school with no knickers? This is a
respectable school, not a bordello. In all my years of teaching
I've never seen anything like it. What have you got to say for
yourself?"
"Please, Miss," Nicola sobbed. "It's not me, it's Simon."
"What do you mean? What has he got to do with it?"
"He asked me for them and I gave them to him."
"Why?" asked Miss Frith, still seething with rage, but she was a
fair teacher and so she gave Nicola the opportunity to give her
side of the story.
Now Nicola was in a quandary. She couldn't tell Miss Frith why
she had been forced to hand over her knickers for swearing again,
but then again she had now accused me and so she had to come up
with some plausible story.
"I...er..he..er....said he wanted them." As she said it she
realised it sounded lame.
"And so you gave them to him?"
Nicola nodded, tears rolling down her face.
"Just like that?"
A nod.
"I've not heard such a tale in all my life. So where are they
now?" she asked.
"In his pocket, Miss"
She turned to me. I was doing my best to look shocked.
"Please empty your pockets, Simon. I think we need to get to the
bottom of this right now."
"Yes Miss Frith," I said. They were empty, of course. I'm not
that stupid.
"They're not here, Miss Basset-Smythe. How do you explain that?"
"He's hidden them," she wailed. "Look in his locker or his gym
bag. Please Miss, it's true!"
She was allowed to put her skirt on and we went to my locker. A
thorough search yielded nothing in the lingerie line. Nicola was
now getting frantic.
"Right, let's look in your locker, Nicola," said Miss Frith
'Yes, Yes, Yes,' I thought.
They were there. I'd been watching her for so long now that I'd
seen her use the combination at least a dozen times. I was going
to break in and steal some of her clothes, to masturbate over,
but this situation yielded so many more possibilities.
Miss Frith held them up in distaste.
"Are these the offending articles, Nicola?" she asked, nastily.
Nicola stood there in a complete state of shock. I could imagine
the thoughts whirring in her head. How? Why? Oh God, now what?
She nodded miserably.
"I think we had better go back to my office and discuss this
situation, don't you?" Miss Frith asked Nicola with barely
contained fury.
When we arrived back, Miss Frith seated herself behind her desk,
looked at me, and said "Now before we discuss this disgraceful
episode I would like to know whether she has apologised for her
behaviour towards you before?"
I tried very hard to put the hurt reasonableness into my voice (I
think I succeeded too), "She's probably been busy, Miss Frith.
Maybe she forgot, I don't mind. Really I don't."
Miss Frith turned to Nicola and with icy calm starting ticking
points off on her fingers.
"I cannot believe what I have witnessed today, Miss
Basset-Smythe. I know that you campaigned against boys being
here in the school referendum {that was news to me} but I just
cannot believe that you would behave so badly towards them now
they are here. First of all you physically attacked a kind and
courteous young man {I swear to God I blushed}, but you also
verbally abused him using language that is seldom heard even at
the docks. Then you had the nerve not to apologise when you were
specifically told to...."
"But Miss, I was going to but...."
"Be quiet! I think you are in enough trouble as it is. Now let
me finish without interruptions if you don't mind. Right." she
drew a deep breath and continued. "Now I find that you have the
effrontery to walk around the school with no underwear, like a
trollop and, to add insult to injury, when you are confronted you
try to lay the blame off on this innocent boy. I'm not sure what
this young man has ever done to you but I find your behaviour
disgusting and unbecoming to a school like Saint Augustines. So
much so that I am minded to recommend your expulsion"
Nicola burst into tears sobbing audibly.
"So, what have you got to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Miss."
"Is that all? What has this boy ever done to you? Why did you
lash out at him when I saw you in the corridor?"
"He was trying to help me with my books, Miss"
"Is that all?" Nicola nodded.
"So why did you attack him?"
"Because I didn't want his help, Miss"
"That is hardly an excuse for attacking someone and spouting a
torrent of abuse. This young man, who has only been here a few
weeks and who needs our help in settling in, is physically
assaulted merely for trying his best to be courteous and helpful.
I find myself at a loss as to what I must do with you. However
the school founders have the perfect solution, even though it
hasn't been used in over 10 years". She stopped and picked up
the telephone, leaving us both in a lather of anticipation.
"Ah, Miss Goodall, it's Miss Frith. Please make three copies of
the Disciplinary Overseers Ordinance and bring them to my office.
Thank You."
"Now, as I see it, Miss Basset-Smythe, you can either agree to
the use of the ordinance or I can recommend you for expulsion.
You understand what that means, don't you?"
Again Nicola nodded. She knew all right, she'd probably fail her
exams if she had to go to a state school, she'd have no friends
and her father, the Right Honourable Lord Archibald Basset-Smythe
would probably disown her. It was too awful to contemplate.
Just then the door opened and Miss Goodall, the Principal's
secretary entered and handed the papers to Miss Frith. She
smirked at Nicola as she left.
"Right, I have a copy here for both of you. I suggest you read
it before we go any further" said Miss Frith, handing the paper
to us. Nicola handled hers like it was dynamite.
Which, in a way, it was!
The language was a bit quaint, being very old English and all.
But the content was clear enough. I just couldn't believe what I
was reading, this was cosmic!
Basically the document stated that if a girl was found to be
wilfully and consistently abusing the rules of the school then
she would have a disciplinary overseer assigned to her who would
be on call to correct any errant behaviour she might have. The
overseer had the right to punish the miscreant in any way they
saw fit including, but not limited to, corporal punishment. The
severity, timing, frequency and location would be at the
discretion of the overseer.
In plain English she would have to do what I wanted or I got to
thrash her, anytime, anywhere. All I wanted when I hatched my
plan was to get to see her cunt when she was bent over, now I got
the lot. If she agreed, that is.
Nicola read the document with wide eyes. She couldn't believe
it. This was England and the 1990s. This was barbaric. It just
couldn't be happening to her.
"So," said Miss Frith, pointing to the paper held tightly in
Nicola's trembling hands. "Do you agree to the terms of the
ordinance or do I have to recommend your expulsion?"
Nicola sobbed quietly. Then after a long pause she nodded and
said quietly "Yes Miss. I agree to the ordinance". What else
could she do?
I felt like doing handsprings but I suppressed my excitement.
"Simon, do you agree to be Nicola's overseer for the rest of this
year?"
I tried to look a little apprehensive. "It's a big
responsibility, Miss Frith. Do you think I am up to it?"
"Of course I do, dear boy, or I wouldn't have asked."
"But what if I make a mess of it?"
Miss Frith smiled. "What a conscientious boy you are, Simon. I
am positive that you will do a good job, it would be helpful to
me if you accept."
I appeared to think about it for a moment, pausing to look at
Nicola who stood shaking in fear next to me.
"Okay, Miss Frith. I'll do it." I paused. "For you". Liar!
"Good boy. Now we must complete the formalities."
We all signed. Me to accept the task of overseer, Miss Frith as
the witness and Nicola as the disciplinee.
After we signed Miss Frith stood up and said,
"Right. Now that is over we still have some unfinished business.
Remove your skirt and bend over my desk. It is time Simon got a
taste of his new-found responsibilities."
"But Miss, I'm not wearing any knickers, he'll see me!"
"You should have thought about that when you declined to wear
any. Now take off that skirt or I will do it for you and then
I'll thrash you after Simon has finished."
Blushing furiously, Nicola complied.
She was a vision of loveliness. Her bottom, with the faint
traces of the bruises from last week was beautifully round and
almost perfect. Her legs were long and gracefully curved. Her
cunt, which she tried her best to cover by squeezing her thighs
together, looked tiny and virginal, the little pink ruffles
barely visible.
I stood holding the cane. This was like a lifetime of fantasies
all rolled into one. There was the girl of all my desires draped
decorously across a battered oak desk while I stood with the
instrument of her pain. I nearly came in my pants there and
then.
I took a deep breath and tapped her bottom lightly to gauge the
distance, licking my lips in anticipation as I saw her flinch.
Then I raised the cane high and far behind my head.
I wish a famous photographer could have captured the moment.
Lady Nicola Basset-Smythe, bare-assed and ready for a flogging.
A rich haughty bitch from the land-owning classes. And me. A
scholarship boy. My family had no money, my father had been a
miner, my mother a cleaner. Now the cream of the gentry, one
hundred and somethingth in line to the throne, was about to be
turned into a squirming vessel of pain as a working class boy,
whom she despised, vented his frustration on her defenceless
body.
SWIIIIISH CRAAAACK!
"YEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWW"
I was sure that she would try to control herself to deny me the
satisfaction of hearing her scream. So I decided to lay it on a
bit. I was a keen tennis player (sadly with little talent) so my
right arm had quite a bit of power and now I used it with all my
strength.
The cane cut through the air with a tearing hiss and I actually
felt the shudder of the impact through my arm as it buried itself
deep into the topmost curve of her ass. The cane bounced back
and I marvelled as the bone white stripe suddenly blossomed into
a fiery red, with twin tracks marking the stroke of the rod.
She wriggled off the table and writhed sensuously on the floor.
All thoughts of modesty gone as the pain attacked her in waves.
"AAArgh, No Aargh, please, please. Ah, it hurts, it hurts so
bad!" she babbled.
Miss Frith reached down and pulled her up by her hair. Nicola
stood jogging on the spot as her hands tried to massage the pain
away.
"Have some dignity, Miss Basset Smythe. Now get back over that
table", turning to me as Nicola draped herself unwillingly.
"Will you repeat that stroke for me Simon?"
SWIIIIISH CRAAAACK!
The same thing happened again. The dance, the screams, the
pleading. I was in nirvana. This was great!
On the fourth stroke she still had six to go. Every last one of
them had her leaping off the table. I draped the cane along my
leg and said,
"Please Miss Frith, I don't want to keep beating her all night,
it isn't fair. Maybe if we restrained her then I could finish
and we can get this over with." I looked concerned. "I am
concerned about her."
"Dear kind boy. Now I really am certain that I made the right
choice. Of course we can restrain her, she really is acting very
unladylike. Here." She handed me some silk ropes that looked
like house robe cords. "Use these."
So I found myself tying her to the desk. Her arms I pulled
forward and tied them to the front legs. Then I tied a rope
around each ankle and, pulling her legs wide open (She screeched
"no no" but we ignored her - after all it was for her own good,
wasn't it?), I tied them to the back legs of the desk. I lifted
her hips slightly (my first touch!) and pushed a cushion under
her hips. This pushed her ass out and further widened her cunt.
"To stop her getting any discomfort from the edge of the desk,
Miss," I explained.
Miss Frith beamed and nodded.
My helpless little lust-bucket, bent over and ready for my not so
tender ministrations. I looked at her widespread cunt and
imagined my cock sliding inside the dry, tight hole. I shook my
head to clear the image, I didn't want to blow it now.
The six strokes were over in less than a minute. She screamed,
she howled, she pleaded, she wriggled, she did everything she
could but I was relentless and I used all my strength. She'd
remember this for a long time and that fitted in nicely with the
new plan I was forming in my mind.
We left her bent over as Miss Frith treated me to a cup of tea.
I sat opposite the cunt then I noticed something, her pussy lips
were swelling. It must be the rush of blood to her genital area
(I was good at theoretical biology). My God, she was getting wet
down there. I distracted Miss Frith, God knows how she'd read
that, she'd probably just expel her anyway and I didn't want
that.
So we untied Nicola. Her sobs had died down to quiet hiccups and
she moved stiffly and sluggishly as she struggled to pull her
tight skirt back over her cruelly-marked bottom.
Miss Frith read her the riot act and forced her to thank me for
'correcting' her. I nearly said it was my pleasure. Well it
certainly wasn't hers. Then Miss Frith went to the cupboard and,
after a bit of rummaging, pulled out a long leather tube,
complete with a strap. In faded letters it had 'Miscreant'
tooled into it. She draped it over Nicola's neck so it hung like
a beauty queen winner's sash, the tube hanging down her back.
She then clipped a small notebook to the bottom of the scabbard
so it bounced on Nicola's hip when she walked. It was the
punishment book, where I was to enter every punishment. Miss
Frith went back to the cupboard and removed a new cane. This one
was bright yellow and dull through little or no use. 'I'll
change that,' I thought. She pushed it into the scabbard. It
was now Nicola's personal cane.
"You will wear that for the rest of the year, young lady. Simon
is now your overseer and you will address him as such. He may
address you in whatever fashion he likes but we prefer either
miscreant, disciplinee or trainee. If you are guilty of any
infraction, Simon will be called and will administer corrective
punishment. If you do not submit to a lawful punishment, or he
has any cause to complain to me, then you will be publicly caned
on your bare bottom, in front of the whole school and then
expelled. Now is that clear?"
"Yes Miss," barely a whisper.
"Good," she looked at her watch, "It is nearly time for tea, so
both of you run along"
We both turned and made for the door, my hand was on the knob as
Miss Frith called to Nicola.
"Haven't you forgotten something, Nicola?"
Nicola turned, puzzled.
Miss Frith was holding Nicola's knickers on one finger.
"If you don't want a repeat of that punishment then I suggest you
dress yourself properly"
Nicola winced audibly as she pulled the coarse cotton knickers
over her burning rump.
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**
Once outside I put my hand on her arm, but she tried to shrug it
off. I gripped her arm harder and spun her to face me.
"I don't think you fully realise your situation," I said mildly.
"What do you mean?"
"You've read the ordinance. You have to do as you are told, or,"
I jerked my thumb towards Miss Frith's room "I'll be forced to
cane you again."
"You wouldn't," she sniffled.
"Try me!"
We looked at each other for a few seconds then her eyes dropped
to the floor.
"Right" I said, all business-like. "Meet me on the edge of the
hockey field after tea."
She nodded.
"What do you say?"
"What do you mean?"
"What are you supposed to call me?"
"Overseer." She blushed.
"That's right, so say it properly."
"I will meet you on the edge of the hockey pitch after tea,
Overseer"
"That's better. Right we had better go or we'll miss tea."
She moved towards the ladies. I called her back.
"Where are you going?"
"To the ladies, er, overseer. My bum smarts and I want to cool
it off."
"Oh no you don't," I said. "It's meant to smart. You can sit on
it all through tea and remember just who did it to you. Maybe
you'll be inclined to treat people a bit better in future. Now
get in to tea or I'll cane you right here and now!"
"You wouldn't!"
"You keep questioning my intentions, don't you? I'd do what I
told you if I was you or I'll cane you in the dining room, in
front of everybody." The power was unprecedented. I felt my
chest would burst.
In the dining room, I could see her squirming on her seat, but I
chose to ignore her. The other students looked open mouthed at
the scabbard and the cane but, unsurprisingly, didn't comment on
it.
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After tea we met as planned and I indicated that we strolled to
the other side of the field where there was a bench.
Once there I bade her sit which she did, slowly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "Let me make you more comfortable
before we start. Take off your knickers, Nikki."
"Please don't make me. That's how I got into this mess. You
made me do it. Now you get to cane me whenever you want. It's
not fair!" She put her head in her hands and sobbed.
"Have you finished?" I asked mildly.
I could see her inner struggle. Finally she looked up through
red rimmed eyes.
"Right," I said. "Knickers, please." I held out my hand.
Sighing resignedly she stood and put her hands under her skirt.
Standing stooped like that she glanced around. There was no-one
near but there were some other students over by the gym a few
hundred yards away.
"Can I go behind a tree or something?" she asked pleadingly.
"No! Do it now or I'll be testing that cane."
"Oh, you are a beast!" she sobbed as she hooked her thumbs over
the elastic of her knickers and, in one fluid motion, pulled them
down. She stood upright and I swear I saw her shudder as she
handed them to me. I felt the heat of them. That ass must be
sore!
"Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" she just stared at me.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it. I think a little reminder
is in order. I am NOT a beast. I am your overseer. In other
words, your.." I tasted the word on my tongue, "Master".
Again she shuddered deliciously.
"And I have to teach you a bit of respect. To spare your blushes
we will go into the woods, but woe betide you if you try to
resist. If you do I'll cane you in front of the whole school."
"Oh, please don't beat me again. I couldn't stand it!" she
plucked at my shirt. "Do something else. I'll do
anything....even...er...that!"
"What?" I asked intrigued.
"You know... that." I looked puzzled. "Oh, don't make this
hard. You know what I mean, going all the way {furious blush},
sex?"
"You mean to save yourself from another caning you are prepared
to have sex with me?"
She nodded miserably. Interesting! it didn't take long to break
her down. This cane must be more potent than I thought.
I stepped closer to her and touched the side of her face. It was
feverish and damp with salt tears. I then reached behind her and
withdrew the cane from its scabbard.
"Maybe you really are a slut," I said mildly. "Trying to get me
to fuck you {she flinched} . Listen if I decide I want to screw
you it will be on my terms, not yours. Now get behind those
trees and take off your skirt. No, better still remove all your
clothes. I think you need to really appreciate your punishment"
"You can't. Oh no, you can't make me. Please"
"Ha! Just a second ago you were begging me to fuck you, now you
don't want to be seen naked. What a screwed up chick you are.
Never mind, a few sessions with our mutual friend here," I patted
the cane in the palm of my hand "and I think I can straighten you
out." I paused. "Are you still here? Get behind that tree or
I'll strip you naked here and now and give you twelve." Her
body was magnificent. Firm pouty breasts, tapered waist flaring
down to her swelling hips and the shadow of her sex nestled in
its silken haired cave. No wonder artists wanted to reach for
their canvas as soon as they saw a beautiful naked woman.
"Okay," I said. "If you co-operate I will only give you one".
That alone would be hell I thought on a sore bottom like hers.
I got her to clear the branches from the clearing that we stood
in, so I wouldn't trip. Then I made her bend over. She gripped
her knees so tightly I could see her knuckles going white. I
ordered her to change her stance, open your legs, bend over a
little more, lift your head and face forward. You know the sort
of thing. It took nearly ten minutes to get her positioned right
and all the time she shuddered in the fear that someone would
stumble upon us.
Finally I was ready, but first I had one last adjustment to make.
I picked up the scabbard and held it to her mouth.
"Bite down on this," I said. "If you scream then people will
come running and will see you like this."
As she bit down I noticed older teeth marks in the worn leather.
I walked nearly a hundred yards away and started my run. It was
exhilarating flying across that clearing cane held high.
Finally, just before I reached her, I gave a little skip, that I
learned on the cricket field, and whirled the cane around with
all my strength and body weight. The force of the impact nearly
lifted me off my feet. The effect on her was remarkable. She
leapt into the air, legs whirling like a Tom and Jerry cartoon.
Then proceeded to run around the clearing, breasts bouncing
unashamedly, scabbard tightly clenched in her teeth like a
bridle, hands frantically clutching her excruciatingly painful
backside. Finally I'd had enough and I grabbed her arm,
motioning her to get dressed then meet me outside on the bench.
Ten minutes later she rejoined me. She looked a picture, her
face red and puffy from crying. She was in the standard school
uniform of dark blue skirt that came a little below mid thigh. A
dark blue 'V' neck pullover, white shirt and dark blue tie.
White socks, that stopped short just below the knee, completed
the picture. It was hardly believable that this picture of
loveliness had a red throbbing bottom under that short skirt and
it was all my own work.
"Sit down" I said.
"I'd rather stand," she hiccuped
"Sit!" I said. She did so very gingerly.
A deep breath, trying to slow my trip hammer heart. "Right. Now
I think we should get to understand each other's position. After
all it is going to be how things are for the next few months.
That sound fair to you?"
"Yes," a small voice.
"Okay to start off I think you'll find me firm but fair. I won't
beat you senselessly but only when I have to. Like earlier on.
When I tell you to do something then you will do it, or you will
be finding it painful to stand never mind sit. Am I making
myself clear?"
She gulped, tears trickling down her face as she started to grasp
the enormity of it all.
"Is that clear? Or do you want to go back into the woods?"
"Yes, yes, its clear!"
"Yes, what?"
"Sorry. Yes, Overseer."
"That's better. Okay then, we'll get along fine. Just as a
little test of your obedience, I am going to require that you
don't wear any knickers during the day."
She murmured a protest but I put my finger to her lips.
"Don't worry, I've thought about Miss Frith doing a spot check on
you. Every morning after breakfast I shall do a knicker check
in front of the lunchroom. Quite a few people will be able to
see that you are wearing the regulation navy blues, or plain
whites. See I know quite a bit about these rules. I've spent
the last few weeks standing in a strategic spot on the stairs.
There's not much I don't know about the knickers in this school."
She muttered something, all I caught was ".....pervert....."
"Yes, that's me. Number one school perv and thanks to a
brilliant campaign and some two hundred year old bullshit you are
completely under my control. That rule was written for when this
was an all girls school and there were sadistic, but rarely
sexual, overtones. The governors hadn't even thought about our
situation. Now they can't do a thing. They'd all lose face,
you'd have to be expelled and me.... well lets just say I'll be
the injured party and I might just hit the school with a big
lawsuit. I'd probably win too."
Another breath.
"Anyway, as I was saying. Every morning we'll have a little
public knicker checking. This will get back to Miss Frith who
won't bother to check afterwards. Straight after you will take
your knickers off and give them to me. I will keep them and, if
you're good, then I'll hand them back just before you go to bed.
Okay?"
"Yes" faint.
"Which means that for the rest of the day you must be on your
best behaviour because if I have cause, or am called on by one of
the teachers to mete out a public caning then you'll be showing
everyone your assets. I hope this is going in."
A tearful hiss. "Yes."
"Finally, one last thing. Before breakfast we will meet
somewhere and I will draw, with a ball-point, a line on your leg.
This will be the length of your hem-line for the day. You will
roll your skirt up so the hem exactly matches the line. I will
be checking several times a day. So you'd better not rub the
line off or allow your hem-line to deviate. Is that clear?"
Now she just mouthed the word. Yes.
"Okay, now that wasn't too hard. You keep this up and we'll get
along fine." I looked at my watch. "Soon be prep time, stand, up
Nikki."
"Don't call me that, please."
"Why not. I'm not good enough eh? What about if we go back for
a little session back there. I bet that'd smart with burning
buns eh?"
A sigh. "I'm sorry, Overseer. I meant to say please call me
Nikki."
I smiled. "Better! I thought we were losing it for a minute
there. Okay, now that's out of the way I repeat my order. Stand
up, Nikki."
She stood and beckoning here forward I got her to pull her
hem-line up and down , before I drew a line on her leg about two
inches higher than her skirt normally went.
"Okay, that's today's hem-line." I carried on as she adjusted her
skirt until the hem lay parallel with the line. Good! "Right.
I think we'd better go or we'll be late"
I heard her sigh, a great whoosh of breath. Her ordeal was over
for the day.
As we walked back to prep I made her walk in front. I wanted to
stare at those beautiful swaying buttocks under that short skirt.
Buttocks that I controlled. I was going to enjoy myself tonight.
Soon I'll be able to use less manual methods of getting off.
Soon, but not yet.
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The boys all had separate rooms. The girls slept in dorms. It
was because the idea of boys was new and so they had to purchase
a 'house' for us. It was a converted hotel with single rooms.
Ensuite too.
Beethoven House. I dunno why they chose Beethoven. All the
other houses were named after famous women. Pankhurst, Curie,
Florence Nightingale and so on. So I can understand why it had
to be named after a man. But Beethoven!
So I slept with her knickers over my face and must have beat my
meat most of the night.
I woke up and thought that it had been just a dream, but there
were her knickers. It was no dream this was real. I couldn't
wait to get into school.
I saw Nicola in the foyer, her scabbard neatly over her shoulder,
obviously waiting for me. I breathed a sigh of relief. I
thought I'd gone too far last night and she'd done a flit. I'll
say one thing, the English upper classes are tough in adversity,
I'll give them that.
"Morning. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Er, Overseer"
"Right! Room 10 will be empty I think"
Once there I marked her leg right on her natural hem-line. I
wanted to go easy on her first day.
"Thank you, Overseer," she said when she saw the position of the
mark.
I clapped my hands together and, rubbing them together like I was
washing, I said "Right! Time for breakfast, I think."
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"Can I have your attention, please!" Miss Frith shouted over the
hubbub in the staff room. She waited until the noise died down.
"Thank you. The reason I've asked you to meet early was that I
have an important announcement to make. You may already have
heard the rumours last night. Well I can confirm them as true.
Yesterday at around 3:30 I had cause to issue an ordinance."
You could have heard a pin drop. Then the sudden babble of
voices.
"My word!"
"We haven't had one of those for..."
"What's an ordinance?"
Suddenly a voice rose over the rest.
"Who is the disciplinee?" someone was clearly up to speed with
school protocol.
"Nicola Basset-Smythe"
"Good Lord"
"Good looking girl"
"Never realised she was naughty, well I never"
The voice again.
"Who is the overseer?"
"Simon Granger"
The babble increased in volume.
"unusual step......... must keep up with the times... she won't
be naughty again"
Miss Frith clapped her hands for silence.
"Some of you understand what this means. I look to you to tell
your colleagues. There is a copy on the notice-board. In short
if there is any infraction by the disciplinee then it must be
reported to the overseer who will deal with it. You need not
discipline her in any way. Her discipline is now wholly his job.
Thank you for your time. I believe it is time for assembly."
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There were two large alcoves in the school corridor, opposite
each other. They held benches and coat racks. I was sitting on
the end of one bench my legs sticking out into the corridor. She
stood a couple of feet back from the front of the alcove
opposite.
"Okay," I said loudly. "Knicker inspection!"
Several nearby girls heard me and drifted over in time to see
Nicola lift her skirt for me. I got her to pose for several
seconds while the girls smirked. Then I signalled to her to drop
the skirt.
"Will one of you girls please countersign this note to Miss Frith
that confirms that Nikki here is wearing regulation underwear.
The girls looked at each other then a medium height blonde
stepped forward. Jenny Bradshaw I think.
"I'll sign. This isn't anything kinky, is it?" A couple of the
girls giggled.
I shook my head solemnly. "I was asked to confirm that she is
wearing the regulation school uniform, that's all."
"Okay where do I sign?"
I indicated where and after the formalities were over I gave the
note to Nikki to give to Miss Frith.
"What a clever boy," mused Miss Frith, never suspecting that
Nikki's knickers were balled in my pocket as she stood before the
deputy head.
After that, classes.
A lot of the time I have separate tuition. Not because I'm
backward but because I have a rare knack with mechanical and
electronic systems. The school governors were fascinated so they
turned over a previously disused, but wonderfully re-equipped,
workshop to me. This was where I had many of my lessons and
carried out my experiments. So there I was when the young first
former came panting to the door.
"Please, is Simon..." she glanced down at the paper in her hand,
"Granger here?"
"Yes I'm here what do you want?"
"Miss Stewart, the maths teacher has asked you to come. She said
you'd know what it was about if I mentioned Nicola
Basset-Smythe."
'Damn.' I hadn't thought of this nuisance. I'd better deal with
this with severity or I'll always be getting called out of class.
I followed the skipping girl to Miss Stewarts form room. I
tapped on the door and heard "Come in."
I saw Nikki standing, looking downcast, at the front of the
class.
"Yes, Miss Stewart, you sent for me?"
"Yes, I did, Simon. I believe that you deal with the discipline
of this girl?"
A Buzz went around the class at this titbit of news.
" Yes, I do, Miss Stewart."
"Well I have the displeasure of informing you that she was caught
talking in my class. The other girl has been punished so I will
leave Nicola to you then?"
"Yes thank you Miss Stewart. Shall I take her from your
classroom so you can continue with your lesson?"
"Please Simon". What a nice boy, no wonder he had got this job.
I beckoned to Nikki.
She trailed behind me as I searched for an empty classroom.
Finally I found one and pulled her in, closing and locking the
door.
"You stupid girl!" I said. "The school-day is barely starting
and already I'm having to cane you. Whatever came over you?"
"It wasn't me it was Wendy Frostcliff. She did all the talking
all I did was look at her just as Miss Stewart happened to glance
over. All she got was detention". She had the whiny, scared
voice of a frightened young girl explaining a misdemeanour to a
stern father. My balls lurched. Shit! Hard-on time again.
I forced a sigh. A man's work is never done.
"Okay," wearily. "Take your skirt off."
"But I'm not wearing any knickers"
"Do we have to go through this every time? I know you are not
wearing knickers. I've got them, don't you remember?"
I continued before she could answer.
"The sooner we can get this over then the sooner we can all get
back to class. You might not like schoolwork and would prefer to
spend your time gossiping but I happen to enjoy what I do. So
your reluctance is beginning to piss me off. Drop the skirt,
Nicola, or this will be a public one!"
Shocked at my tone of voice she hastily complied. Oh God, that
pussy again. I could hardly wait until I could have it. Nearly
time, not quite yet.
"Right, Nikki. I was going to limit it to 3 but your
insubordination {see I can use long words too} has got me annoyed
so I think I'll make it 6. Now bend over"
"Noooo" she wailed. "Please not 6. You cane so hard. You hurt,
you really do, I don't think I can stand 6. Please give me some
other punishment. Anything at all!"
"Are you offering to fuck me again, Nikki?"
She flushed scarlet in confirmation.
"You really must be a horny slut. I don't want to fuck you. I
just want to punish you and get back to my work. So get bent
over or I'll be really pissed"
Her bottom was a mass of purple/black stripes from the flogging
I'd given her yesterday. A beating on this would be absolute
agony. Whilst I felt sorry for her my subconscious was telling
me that it would be better to reinforce my control early or I'd
never get any work done at all.
SWIIIIISH CRAAAACK!
"YEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWW"
This time she managed to stay on the desk, but the straining
ligaments in her neck, her bone white knuckles and clenching
buttocks confirmed that the lesson had been driven home.
I perched on a nearby desk while I studied her rear, tapping the
tip of my finger on my lip. Thinking.
"Okay Nikki, stand up," I said after a while. "I didn't tell you
to touch your bottom did I? No? So don't do it. Put your hands
on your head, that will keep them out of mischief." It also
allowed me to study her crotch.
"I am not going to give you the balance of your strokes..."
Gulp. "Thank you overseer"
"..however this is temporary. I may decide to re-impose them
later so they haven't gone away, they are merely held in abeyance
{I'm becoming more like a teacher - this power stuff seems to
make you want to talk down to people doesn't it?}. I expect
something in return."
I saw the shadow of fear flit across her face.
"First a few questions. Number one, are you a virgin?"
"That's nothing to do with you," she replied hotly. So some
spirit did exist after all.
I shrugged. "Fair enough. You are probably right. Okay get
bent over I think we'll just get on with the things that are to
do with me."
"Yes. I'm, er, a virgin!" quickly.
"I'm not really interested, get bent over."
"Pleeeease. Simon. Don't hit me again. It hurts!"
"It is meant to hurt" I said indifferently. "Now get bent over
or I'll get really pissed and then you'll really regret it."
Slowly, reluctantly, weepingly, she complied. Once again her
hindquarters were thrust, invitingly, towards me. Naked,
defenceless. I added another stripe to the living canvas
presented to me. Hard!
Once she had stopped yelping I told her to get up again.
"That was for your talking back to me and not answering my
questions. You still have 5 strokes held over. So are you a
little bit more prepared to co-operate?"
"Yes, Overseer. I'm sorry. I won't do it again"
"Good. So let's start again. Are you a virgin?"
"Yes, Overseer. I'm a virgin"
"See, I am easier to talk to than you thought," I smiled. "Okay,
next question. Have you ever masturbated yourself?"
"Oooh God," she moaned, eyes closed.
"I'm waiting for an answer and my cane is getting awfully itchy!"
"Yes," a small voice.
"Fine. Did you orgasm whilst you were doing it?"
She nodded dumbly, her blush extending down her neck.
"Last one. What is your favourite music?"
"Er. Pink Floyd, Overseer," clearly puzzled.
'Curious choice,' I thought.
"Okay, Nikki. Now here is what I'd like you to do......"
Her face alternated between scarlet and white as I explained what
I wanted. She kept glancing at the cane held in my hand. She
knew the alternative, I didn't have to vocalise it. Finally she
agreed, hesitantly, reluctantly. Great!
As she was putting her skirt back on, while I perched on the desk
watching, I ventured a couple of extra titbits of information.
"Okay, Nikki. As you have been a good girl I've decided that you
can wear your knickers for the rest of the day."
"Thank you, Overseer."
"There is one thing though. You have missed most of your maths
lesson and I am concerned about your education. So I'm giving
you a one hour detention so you can catch up with your work.
I'll get Miss Stewart to arrange it."
"Detention! Can you do that?"
"I don't see why not. The ordinance said any punishment and that
one certainly seems to fit the bill."
She could see the point in it. She wasn't happy though. Already
I was starting to take over her life and it was only the second
day.
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I was sitting in the senior boys' common room. Originally it had
been a gym store and consequently it had no windows. So without
the artificial lights it was pitch black. The school had
promised they would build a new annexe for the boys, but in the
meantime it suited my purposes perfectly.
I was reclining in one of those overstuffed and threadbare chairs
that private schools seemed to buy in bulk for their students to
relax in. I was facing another, straighter, chair which was lit
by a couple of bright lights borrowed from the photography club.
This was in contrast to the rest of the room which was in
complete darkness.
I looked at my watch. Detention had finished a few minutes
previously. Nicola appeared at the door as if on cue. I stood
and motioned her towards the brightly lit chair, while I locked
the door. She was wearing a CD walkman, which was blasting Pink
Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon into her headphones. As planned.
I then retreated back to my chair just outside the circle of
light, waiting for the show to start.
She seemed to hesitate, gulped, then proceeded to put her hand
down the front of her skirt. I could see the lump of her hand
moving under the coarse material as she sought out her privates.
She sat, legs akimbo, on the arm of the hard backed chair and her
eyes closed as she moaned.
After a few minutes she reached behind her with her free hand and
unzipped her skirt. Standing she let it fall. All the time her
fingers were frantically working her vagina. She dropped onto
the seat of the chair and spread her legs, widely. Her fingers
worked on.
Her moaning increased and her breath started to come in little
gasps. Then she started to push her knickers down over her
smooth, creamy thighs, fingers still working. I could see her
cunt, shiny with her juices as her sopping fingers worked in and
out, in and out.
She kicked her legs and her knickers slid down. She stepped one
leg out, leaving them dangling on her left ankle. She took
advantage of her new freedom to hook her legs over the arms of
the chair, presenting me with a clear view of her cunt as her
digits diddled.
Her free hand moved under her shirt and I could see her massaging
her breast. Her breath was becoming more and more ragged and her
moans were louder. Suddenly she arched her back, fingers working
frantically.
"Aaaaargh. Aaaaargh. Hmmmm. Aaaaargh"
She thrashed around on the chair, cunt juice glopping onto the
seat, as she came. It was one of the most erotic spectacles I
had ever seen. A stunningly beautiful girl had just masturbated
herself to orgasm right in front of my eyes. I was glad I was
recording it.
She fell back into the chair, the fingers barely moving now as
she drifted in the warmth of her climax. Suddenly she heard a
noise, over the sound of her CD. She opened her eyes to find
that all the lights were on in the room.
Twenty boys stood applauding her.
She jumped up. Mortified with shame, she grabbed her skirt and
rushed for the door. A few moments fumbling with the door-lock
and, with her knickers flapping forlornly around her ankle, she
was gone.
The boys reckoned it was the best ten pounds worth they had ever
spent.
I was in profit.
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"That was horrible!" she whimpered. "All those boys...."
"Look at it this way. It saved you from a caning and you
obviously enjoyed it"
"I think I would rather have had the caning" she muttered.
"I could arrange that too, if you want"
She shook her head. "No please, look, let's forget it, please."
"Fine" I said as I crouched down, deciding on today's hem-length.
"I think your cunt {another flinch} got a bit overheated last
night so I'll cool it down a bit today. A bit of fresh air will
do it good."
She moaned when she saw the mark on her thigh.
Today I'd let her keep her knickers, just in case.
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I felt a touch on my arm. Half expecting it to be Nikki I
whirled angrily. It was Jenny Bradshaw. I'd never really
noticed her before, as I only had eyes for my beautiful Nicola,
but now I saw here close up I realised what a good looking girl
she was. 5' 6", long straight blond hair, snub nose, perky tits,
long tanned legs.
"Yes? What can I do for you?"
"Er...listen....er....can we discuss this in private"
"Why?" I asked, intrigued.
"It's...er...personal"
I shrugged. Why not?
Once we were safely ensconced in the empty classroom a silence
hung on the air as she steeled herself to tell me what was on
her mind. Eventually I broke the silence.
"Listen. Er..I'm sorry, Jenny, isn't it?" a nod. "Right Jenny.
I've got an electronics class coming up and I don't have a lot of
time. Is it possible that we can discuss whatever it is that is
on your mind at some other time?"
"No, it's okay." A pause. I stood up and then the words tumbled
out. "You get to cane Nicola don't you?".
"So?"
"Well I want to watch". There, she'd said it.
I shook my head. "Now I don't think that is very ethical do you?
How would you like it if you were chastised in front of other
girls? Hm?"
"I'll make it worth your while. Really worth your while.". Good
grief another offer! Two offers in the space of a couple of days.
Both from good looking girls. It looks like my virginity wasn't
going to last much longer.
"Why?"
"Cause she's a bitch"
"Go on"
"Look my family isn't rich. My dad has an auto parts store and
he, and mother, have scrimped and saved to send me here, thinking
that it would give me a boost in the world, me being the only
child and all. I was really looking forward to it, in a girl's
comic sort of way, you know tuck boxes, pillow fights in the
dorm, sharing secrets under the bedclothes with your best
friend...."
She caught my eyes and saw my quizzical expression.
"..Oh no. I know what you're thinking. Not lesbian stuff, just
two girls getting close. Oh you wouldn't understand"
Too damn right I wouldn't. I could imagine trying that with one
of the boys in my house. Bob Scrivens, captain of Rugby, would
tear my arm out and beat me with the soggy end if I even hinted
at it. I'll never understand girls, I decided.
"Oh God, this is getting nowhere," she continued.
"Maybe you should start again," I said gently.
"Look to cut it short, Nicola made my life hell. Most of the
girls here belong to the country set. Riding to the hounds,
grand balls, big name night-clubs. They each have more
disposable income than my whole family. Once Nicola found that
my family wasn't wealthy then she got the other girls to turn on
me".
A quiet sob surprised me. My word, she WAS upset! I offered my
handkerchief. She snuffled, blew her nose and continued.
"At first it was all the usual stuff, calling me the shopkeeper's
daughter, apple pie beds and...Oh that's where they fold the
sheet over so it only comes half way up the bed. Anyway that
sort of thing was easy to cope with. Later it got nastier. Then
late last term....."
Now she was crying openly. I waited patiently for her to get
herself together. When she started again her voice was barely a
whisper and she stared at the floor obviously reliving her
ordeal, whatever it was.
"...Last term they got me in the bathroom. We have communal
bathroom you see, four baths in a line. Anyway I had just got
out. I was last and the prefect had gone. Nicola came in with
three of her friends. They wrestled me to the floor. God it was
horrible. I was so helpless. Then they....." More sobs. "They
took my virginity with the end of a broom handle."
She looked at me with delightfully blurry eyes. "Now you see why
I want to see Nicola caned"
I did indeed. I nodded thoughtfully.
Suddenly it came to me.
"You know some of the kids from Bently Hill Comprehensive don't
you?"
She nodded, puzzled.
"Good, now I have a plan. It goes something like this......."
Jenny was no longer crying when we left the room. She stood on
tip-toe as I unlocked the door and kissed my cheek, calling me a
lovely boy.
A lovely boy indeed!
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"I won't do it. I won't." She even went as far as to stamp her
foot.
"Position!" I yelled.
"Oh No. You can't cane me for that!"
"Position, dammit."
Sobbing she pulled up her skirt and bent over. It was a no
knickers day.
I only gave her one, but it had her on the tips of her toes, head
thrown back, howling.
"That was for your cheek. Now don't make me have to repeat the
dose." "
Sorry, Overseer."
"That's better. So what do you think about the arrangements?"
"They're horrible. It is so demeaning"
"True, but kinda fun."
"For some," she sniffed
"For many," I corrected. "That's the nature of democracy for
you. Oops, I forgot. Where you come from they don't much like
letting the working man have his say, eh?"
"Its not like that, I.."
"Shut up, Nikki. You're giving me a headache. Listen, you're
going to do it and that's final. Hey, it's not as if you ain't
done it before is it?"
"It was awful and humiliating!"
"Rubbish! From where I was sitting you enjoyed every second of
it."
"I don't care what you say, I won't do it. You can cane me as
much as you like. I'm sure that Miss Frith never had this in
mind when she forced me to sign the ordinance"
This was starting to get out of hand. I didn't want her thinking
of alternatives to the ordinance. Thinking that nothing could be
worse than this.
"I've got a tape" I said calmly.
"What?"
"I said I've got a video tape. It's pretty good too, excellent
clarity, amazing sound."
"Wha..."
"A tape of you...You know....frigging yourself. It could make a
bomb on the underground market."
"You bastard!" she cried.
After two more strokes she settled down.
"So I'm beginning to think that your alternatives are worse than
the action, yeah?"
She nodded, miserably. What a nightmare.
"So you agree then?"
The nod. Slowly.
"Right a week next Thursday then. Don't worry about being a
little late, the show won't start without you. I promise"
Nikki cried.
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Truth was, I hadn't caned her much in the last few weeks. She
was Miss Goody Two-shoes in class, so much so her grades has shot
up two notches. The teachers were thrilled, Miss Frith was over
the moon - her decision having been fully justified. The initial
misgivings of the governors were overcome and, best of all, her
father had written back giving his consent.
I still hadn't fucked her. I was going to but after I'd heard
Jenny's story, well it just didn't seem right somehow, anyway I
had other ideas for that pussy. I hadn't slept with Jenny
either. Whenever I went near her she stiffened. Her mouth said
yes, her body said no. So I left it. To get my jollies I just
got Nikki to frig herself off to orgasm through her knickers then
I slept with them over my face. My balls still ached when I had
cause to beat her though. That cunt was so tiny and promised
great things.
I hadn't had much to do with girls before, as you have probably
guessed by now. Oh I knew the mechanics of it and I was sure
instinct would take over. However I was still a bit apprehensive
so I wanted the girl to be completely willing and co-operative
the first time. I didn't just want to beat Nikki into fucking me
out of fear. Whoever took my cherry had to really want to. So I
bided my time.
One of the reasons I hadn't wanted to cane Nikki was that I was
busy in my workshop. I got a special dispensation from my
house-master to work late, as long as it didn't affect my
schoolwork. There was no problem there. I got straight As in
every subject, it was all pretty trivial stuff. Anyway I loved
learning.
I'd made a mould of my erect penis. I had then created a
flexible tube out of a large coil spring that was slightly
smaller then the mould. I'd then put the steel tube inside the
mould and poured molten rubber into it. It took five attempts
before I got it right. A lot of my time was spent in disposing
of the failures. I'm sure my teachers would have sent me to the
funny farm if they'd found life sized models of my privates
everywhere.
The final article was identical to the original, in every way,
except that it was a damn sight more flexible than one of my
boners. I'd even got the colour right. Then the tricky bit.
Inside I fitted the machine I had been carefully constructing.
Sweat poured into my eyes as I worked on the intricate operation.
Finally it was ready. A couple of hours of testing followed.
Fine.
I then made another replica of my prick. This time it was
completely constructed out of hard rubber.
The cast were assembled. The props were made. It was show-time!
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"It is a great pity," said Mrs Carter-Phillips, Principal of St
Augustines school for girls, as she sat sipping tea with her
deputy.
"One of the unfortunate side effects of having boys here I'm
afraid," said Miss Frith.
"Well, we can't turn back the clock now. So I've made
arrangements for Matron to get in a supply of birth control pills
which can be issued discretely to the senior girls."
"Not condoms, Principal?"
"Oh, no. I've never been very keen on that idea. Imagine what
the parents would think if they visited a sick child in the
sanatorium and found boxes of those things stacked around the
walls. They'd think we were running some sort of bawdy house.
Oh no, that wouldn't do at all. The pill is so much more
discrete."
" A wise move, Principal." A smile. Miss Frith always thought
that the Principal looked like Miss Marple and it amused her when
she actually used the same phraseology.
"However that does still leave us with a problem. We no longer
have a head girl."
They both sat in silence, sipping their tea, pinkies extended.
At last the Principal spoke.
"I hear that your little, how shall I put it, er experiment is
working out rather well."
"Experiment?"
"Yes with Nicola Barret-Smythe. Knew her mother, you know, one
of our old girls, firey little thing, had her knickers down a few
times while she was here"
Miss Frith waited until the older woman ceased her reminiscing.
"What about her?"
"Who? Oh Nicola. Yes I've heard that the ordinance is working
out very well. I've checked her punishment book and she has had
far less canings than the previous Disciplinee. This young man,
er..."
"Simon. Simon Granger"
"Ah yes, Simon. Yes well it looks like he's being very sensible
about the whole thing. Awarding her punishments that mainly
involve her in extra study. Frankly I'm very impressed. I hear
from the staff that he is a kind, courteous young man. In fact I
was thinking that with the new times upon us we might just take
this opportunity to break with tradition."
"In what way, Principal?"
"I was thinking that it might be nice if we had a head boy,
instead of a head girl. It would send a signal out to the
parents that we are not just a stuffy old school locked in the
past. What is his work like?"
"First class actually. He is easily our brightest student. He
has a design entered in the young electronic designer of the year
award you know. My discrete enquiries, you remember Professor
Blackstone at Cambridge, well they indicate that he has a very
good chance of winning." "Good. In that case I will put it
to the Governors next week. I will also sound out the parents on
founders day. If they agree, and we must get their agreement
because I am hoping for a contribution from them for the new
annexe, well, if they agree then we'll announce it after the
Founders Day high tea."
"Excellent idea, Principal. I'm sure he will be an excellent
choice"
"Thank you, Irene. More tea?"
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Bently Hill Comprehensive.
This was the sort of school I was destined for if my scholarship
hadn't come through. Sixties architecture, you know, flat roofs
that leaked, metal window frames that warped, over 3,000 kids,
well I'm sure you get the picture.
The Head Teacher was an ex-media studies lecturer who had found
the oppressive atmosphere of the higher echelons of academia too
much for him. So he opted for the hurly-burly of a state
comprehensive. A pretty run-down one at that.
The local education authority had been delighted to get, as they
saw it, a man of distinction. A man with a PhD no less. So
they'd agreed with alacrity when he suggested that he would like
to turn the school into a centre of excellence for the arts. The
local education authority had its fair share of closet luvvies.
Money poured in, not least from corporate sponsorship. Who knows
what talent this could bring out? Very little, was my guess.
Anyway the school ended up with a fully equipped theatre. When
I say fully equipped I mean it. It had a superb audio visual
editing suite, large screen monitors all over the auditorium and
a bank of monitors set at the back of the stage providing a wall
of vision. Of course the lighting was superb, fully computerised
and the whole lot was capable of being controlled via a radio
link.
The roof still leaked in the main building and the windows still
didn't close.
Nikki stood shivering miserably in the wings as the audience made
its way noisily into the main theatre.
"Ready?" I said.
"I don't want to do it"
"Okay, you've registered your protest, now answer my question.
Are you ready? It's nearly curtain time."
"I can't!"
"Oh, you can and you will."
"It's horrible, why are you making me do it?"
"Cause I feel like it. Anyway I enjoyed it last time and I'm
sure others will too."
"What would happen if I refused?"
"We've gone through this a dozen times already." My anger was
starting to boil now. "You know full well what would happen. I'd
be forced to cane you, naked, in front of all these people. They
couldn't care less which show they saw. Its all the same to
them. Especially if I got Jenny to dress up in those leathers
and give it to you. I could you know, it's in the Ordinance."
It was too! Well not in so many words, but the ordinance did give
me the right to choose a proxy to administer punishment, and
Nikki knew it. She knew the ordinance off by heart by now.
"Then I'd give them all copies of the tape. To help them get
over their disappointment. Oops, that would give the game away
wouldn't it? They'd see your face and the uniform. They'd find
out who you were. Well, that's just too bad"
She started to cry.
I went close and held her shoulders.
"There, there. Don't worry, you won't be able to see anyone and
you'll be wearing the mask. Just pretend they're not there. You
don't even have to think about it, I'll be giving you
instructions on the radio you'll have in your ears. Talk you
through it and I'll also play music to help you relax. Just
switch off and enjoy. Pretend it's just a good keep fit tape.
It'll soon be over."
She still shuddered as she sobbed, hands clasped around her
shoulders like she was freezing, eyes staring at the floor a few
feet in front of her, unseeing. "It will still be awful"
Gently I broke my contact. I reached into my bag and pulled out
a half bottle of scotch. "Here, drink some of this. It
will help you take your mind off it"
She drank, screwing her face up at the unaccustomed taste.
The stage was empty save for a gynaecologist's couch placed
exactly centre stage. Next to it was a small table on which sat,
in erect glory, the second replica of my genitals. Nothing else.
The parabolic mikes and remote controlled cameras were out of
sight, slung on gantries close to the roof. They would be
recording every nuance of the performance and flashing it to the
video suite for onward transmission to the main theatre. No-one
would miss anything in this show.
I reached for the remote control and dimmed the house lights. I
then got Jenny to go on stage and announce Nikki.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. As a rare treat for you tonight, all the
way from the west end, Bradshaw entertainment proudly
presents.... Virgin Nikki!"
I pushed her and after a moment's hesitation she slunk on stage.
I turned up the pulsing, pumping music and she started a slow,
sinuous strip. The last couple of weeks of patient choreography
were paying off. All the time I was passing instructions to her
through the radio mike.
Finally she was naked and she crawled around on the couch,
striking erotic poses as the music blared. Then, on my cue, she
started to massage her breasts, occasionally darting a hand down
over her stomach to tease her curls. After a few minutes of this
I made her start massaging her pussy. The atmosphere was
electric, the audience, boys and girls, stared transfixed as she
started to diddle her clit.
Faster and faster until she was about to come. I broke in and
barked out an order. She was laying on her back by this time,
legs in the stirrups and the camera was showing a giant
representation of her pussy on the staged sized screen behind
her. She couldn't see it though, the mask wouldn't let her. She
could only see directly in front through the tiny eye-slits. So
she did everything by touch alone. Slowly, without breaking her
rhythm, she reached for the fake cock. A bit of fumbling then
she got it. I swear I heard her gasp and moan when she felt the
size of it {Blush}
She brought it to her nether lips and slowly moved it up and
down, wetting it with her juices. She had a slight moment of
panic as her subconscious told her what she was about to do. I
whispered encouragement in her ear.
Finally she lined the prick up with her pussy. Slowly, so
slowly, she started to push. Her back arched involuntarily and
tears squeezed out of her eyes. Nobody noticed as they were all
concentrating on the false prick slowly forcing open her pussy
lips and her heavy, sobbing, moaning, gasping breathing, which
was amplified and boomed over the main speakers. Finally the
head popped inside.
She was still playing frantically with her clit, trying to juice
herself up. She pushed the prick in and out a couple of times
then, taking a long deep breath, she pushed hard with both hands,
and it slid slowly, painfully into her. She whimpered in agony
as something gave way inside her. Nicola Barret-Smythe,
scion of one of the noblest families in England, had just
deflowered herself, on stage, and in front of nearly 500 people.
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At least one other person lost their cherry that night. You've
guessed it, it was me.
Jenny was like a woman possessed. She was all over me and I was
as horny as hell. Somehow I managed to sneak her into my room (a
friend of hers had arranged pillows in the dorm so it looked like
she was there sleeping under the covers).
Quickly, panting and fencing with our tongues, we undressed.
Eager to get at each other. "What about protection?" I
gasped. I didn't want to get her pregnant.
"Don't worry.....oooh..I'm.....aaaah...on the Pill"
Kissing we explored each other's bodies. My hand sought the
junction of her legs and, obligingly, she parted them. I humped
myself over, then reaching down I placed my rock hard boner
against her tiny slit. All the time I was massaging her breasts
and tonguing her mouth vigorously.
Slowly I pushed. An inch or so. There was something wrong!
"Don't stop. Don't stop." She breathed. Then wrapped her legs
around me pulling me in.
I pushed.
"Why did you lie to me?" I asked the next morning.
"What does it matter? You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
I had to admit it was the best experience of my life, thus far.
But the feeling still niggled.
"You are, sorry were, still a virgin. So Nikki didn't rape you
after all. So why did you tell me that she did?"
"You wouldn't have gone through with the show if I had now would
you?"
"Probably not"
"So now you have your answer"
"That was a nasty trick. You must really hate her."
She sat up in bed, shamelessly flaunting her breasts. "I do.
Now I'm even with the bitch."
"Well I don't like being used!"
She jumped out of bed and stood, hands on hips, scowling at me.
"Listen Mr 'I don't like being used,' you got to fuck me, didn't
you? And you made over 5 grand with the show. What are you
complaining about?"
"Don't you ever try anything like that again, you hear or.."
"Or what? I'm not your pet cane-slave. You can't do fuck all to
me. If you want to work out your frustrations then take it out
on that bitches' butt. Just stay out of my face Okay?"
With that she grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom.
She emerged a few minutes later and without a word she flounced
out, slamming the door behind her.
I lay there thinking. On the plus side I had got laid, she was
good too although I didn't have a yardstick to measure her
against, and I'd made five grand. Plus I had a professional
video. On the other hand I didn't like being made a fool of,
especially by a girl.
I'd get even. The question was, how?
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"So you're the young fellow that's tanning my daughter's hide,
eh?"
The large, florid man stood foursquare in front of me, tapping
his shooting stick against his boot.
"Are you Nicola's father, Sir?"
"I certainly am, young man."
"In that case, Sir. I have to admit that I am performing the
duty placed upon me by the school, to take part in the corrective
discipline of your daughter."
The man laughed, a hoarse bellow.
"I like the cut of your jib young man."
"Does that mean you're not angry?" I asked astounded. If some
boy had thrashed one of my sisters my father would have buried a
shovel in his head. I still can't get a handle on the upper
classes.
"Angry? Me? No, my boy, far from it. Where I come from there
is a saying; Women, Dogs and Old Willow trees all benefit from a
sound thrashing on occasion. Done wonders for the gal. She's
very polite now, not so full of impertinent comments. Well done,
my boy."
"Thank you, Sir. I am only doing my duty"
"Spoken like a true Army man. I like your style young fella, me
lad. How about you join us for a spot of hunting in our Scottish
Lodge this Christmas. Ever been hunting, boy?"
Despite being called boy I was growing to like this bluff old
man, even though I found his tastes in clothes a bit eclectic (I
mean, plus fours! I thought they'd died out years ago).
"I haven't, sir."
"Then you'll join us?"
I thought about my parents showing me off to their friends in the
little Pit Village from which I sprang. I could always call in
for a week before Scotland. That's the best thing about boarding
school. Long Holidays.
"It would be an honour, sir"
"That's settled then. Oh yes and bring your cane"
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The Principal tapped her spoon against the glass.
"If I may have your attention ladies and Gentlemen. I have a
couple of important announcements to make."
The hubbub died.
"First of all I'd like to thank you for being here on our two
hundred and fiftieth founders day....."
She stood patiently as the noise died down
"I am hoping that the school will still be here to celebrate the
five hundredth. Though I probably won't be the Principal by that
time, of course"
A faint titter at her joke.
"I am happy to announce, ladies and gentlemen, that we have
reached our target for the new annexe and the work will be
started when we break up for Christmas."
Louder applause this time.
"Finally after much deliberation we are proud to announce the
appointment of our new head prefect. Would you come up here,
please, Simon."
I walked in a daze though the throng of well wishers, hearing
many "Well Dones", "Good Shows" and other guff and getting plenty
of pats on the back.
My speech, unprepared as I was, was quite good, I thought. So
did Miss Frith.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, members of staff and fellow students.
Thank you for this great honour and responsibility. Rest assured
I will strive with every part of my being to prove worthy of the
trust you have placed in me......."
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I got on really well with Nicola's father. Especially when he
found out that I was, in his opinion, a genius with mechanical
things.
He was a classic car buff and he had this enormous garage stuffed
with cars going back to the very early days of the internal
combustion engine. I spent hours in there coaxing the engines
into life. There's nothing to it, really. Every engine needs
fuel, cooling, ignition and lubrication. Give them the correct
quantities at the right time and they will work.
The old duffer nearly had an orgasm when I coaxed the ancient Di
Souza into life. From that point on I could do no wrong.
Nicola wasn't exactly overjoyed to have me staying. Particularly
as I had brought her cane with me. She was very quiet and
subdued now, so I had no cause to use it for the whole time I was
there.
I never did get around to going hunting. Killing things has
never really appealed to me, so I wasn't unhappy. Anyway I can't
ride a horse and I didn't want Nicola to be better than me at
anything. Anything at all.
The old man wanted me to stay in their London townhouse at
Easter. There were some people he wanted me to meet.
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"I'd like to take this opportunity to explain your
responsibilities and privileges in your new job, Simon". Miss
Frith sipped her tea delicately as I replied.
"Thank you, Miss"
"The first is that you are primarily in charge of discipline.
Which means that you can award lines or detentions for breaches
of the rules. You are also 'privileged to beat' as the school
constitution so quaintly puts it. In other words, Simon, you are
allowed to administer corporal punishment. I will give you your
cane at the end of this interview."
"Does that mean any student, Miss?"
"Any that are found to be guilty of infringing the regulations.
Don't look so worried, Simon, I'm sure you will be firm but
fair."
"Thank you, Miss". Sycophant!
"There are other duties too...."
I wasn't listening. I was thinking of a few bottoms that would
become acquainted with my cane within the near future.
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With my new job came a 'Grace and Favour' apartment. This was
located in one of the main boarding houses (Catherine Parr House
would you believe!). For someone of my background it was a
palace, 2 bedrooms, a large bathroom, a small kitchen and an
enormous 'reception' room. All for me.
I also got a fag. This shook me a bit because, although I was
dimly aware of the fagging system, I never expected it to apply
to me. Fags to me were cigarettes (I hadn't been to San
Francisco at that point!), not little slaves. Okay, I'm possibly
putting it a bit strong saying 'slave', but I honestly can't
think of another word that would describe the product of the
system. Basically I was assigned, or could choose, another
student who would be at my beck and call day and night to do
whatever I wanted, without pay. Sounds suspiciously like a slave
doesn't it?
I chose Nikki, of course. It appealed to my sense of humour that
I had a member of the aristocracy waiting on me hand and foot.
She didn't comment when I told her, she had been very quiet since
her 'show' and brilliantly behaved. I had very little need to
punish her, although I did give her the occasional stripe for old
times sake. I was getting bored deciding on her hem-line so I
designed a system whereby she could choose her own length with a
simple dice-throw.
Throwing a 1 would mean her hem was 1 inch above the natural
hem-line, a 2 would be 2" and so on. She threw the second dice
to decide whether she would wear knickers that day or not. An
even score would be no knickers and an odd would be knickers. It
worked very well and it became a sort of ritual every morning.
She would toss the dice (she hated getting double sixes) and
arrange her clothing while I lay propped up in bed and sipped the
early morning cup of tea she had brought. She'd even mark her
thigh herself.
Elsewhere in the school things were changing. The Principal
appeared to be an absent minded old bird but she was no slouch
when it came to getting money. Private Schools sold education,
and the best way of increasing turnover was to increase the
number of customers. Which meant more boys. The annexe was
finished soon after Christmas and the new boys started arriving
soon after.
Eventually, by mid term, there were over 80. It was around that
time I had an idea.
When I put it to Nikki she was not particularly impressed.
Actually that's an understatement. She showed more spirit then
I'd seen for a long time. I was going to award her a couple of
strokes to bring her into line but I thought I'd try another
tack.
It was early evening. I was, as befitting my new status and
given my responsible (!) attitude, excused prep. I was allowed
to pursue my homework in my own time. Similarly my Fag. In fact
I'd taken Nikki's education under my wing and she was now
hovering close to the top of her class in most subjects, except
those involving manual dexterity. That didn't bother me much,
after all breeding will out. When is the last time you've seen a
Lord changing a tyre? Exactly!
I digress.
Early evening. I was sprawled in my armchair watching Nikki make
my toast by the open fire in my room. She still turned me on
like crazy, but I now had other plans.
"Nikki,"
"Yes Sir?" I get called Sir now I'm head boy, wonderful eh?
"I want you to start welcoming the new boys."
I swear to God I saw the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
But she replied calmly enough.
"What have you got in mind, Sir?"
"Remember Bently Hill? Well....."
I didn't get any further. She jumped up, eyes already filling
with tears.
"No. No. Please don't make me. Not here. They know me. It'll
be awful. Oh God no..."
"Hear me out!" I shouted
She quietened down but still mumbled under her breath. Oh well,
I couldn't expect everything.
"Right. Now, I'm not expecting you to cavort on stage. I mean
you could hardly repeat the performance you gave last time could
you?"
She flew at me. Actually I was expecting some sort of reaction
but hardly this. She tried to tear at my face but I grabbed her
arms.
All the time she was shouting, "Bastard. Fucking Bastard. I
hate you. I hate you! You made me do it. I was drunk!"
I pulled her down across my knee and gave her an old fashioned,
long time spanking. Initially she yelled, kicked and squirmed
but then she settled into howling and moaning. Finally I sensed
she'd had enough. So I tumbled her onto the floor. She lay
there sobbing for a while, eventually I said.
"I'd appreciate it if you heard me out. It might not be as bad
as you think. Now sit down in front of me. That's right, on the
floor."
Wincing, she complied.
"Fine. Now, I am not expecting a public show. Instead I am
thinking that a few private shows will fit the bill nicely. A 1
on 1, as our transatlantic cousins would put it. That way you
could deny everything and I'd deal with the consequences."
I could see her mind was doing somersaults trying to work that
one out.
"What do you mean... Sir?"
"You remember what you did at Bently Hill?"
Didn't she ever? A shudder and a faint nod.
"Well you are going to do that again."
She started to speak but I put my finger to her lips.
"Settle down, Nikki. Hear what I've got to say first, huh?
Right, that's better. This time you won't have to do it in front
of loads of boys. This time it will just be one ....at a time"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't act dense. You know what I mean. Do I have to spell it
out to you?" Obviously I did. "You will be putting on a private
show for certain favoured boys, but this time it will be one boy
at a time."
Her eyes widened as she took it in. "W...why?" she stammered
"Money," I said, simply.
"You want to turn me into a whore?" Surprisingly she didn't
attack me again. Maybe she could still feel her bottom.
"Not really. There will be no penetrative sex, just a show. Oh
yes, and for a certain fee there can be a little audience
participation."
She shook her head. She was taking this amazing calmly.
"I won't, you've gone too far. Haven't I done enough for you?"
"Actually the last time wasn't for me at all. It was entirely
for Jenny Bradshaw."
I thought I'd let her stew on that one a bit so I continued.
"This time you will be doing it for me."
"I won't do it. There is nothing you can do that will make me."
"What about the tape?"
She pondered on that for a while then said, "Even that."
"What about the other tape?"
"What other tape?". Shock written all over her face.
"The one I made of your command performance. Don't look so
shocked. You don't think I'd not want to video an epic like that
one, do you? A virgin taking her own cherry in front of a hall
full of people, history had to have a record of that. I could
make you a copy if you want. Send one to daddy, maybe..."
"No! Please stop..." softly.
"Why? Because you don't want to hear it? How you got off?
Orgasmed in front of all those people. Not once but twice."
"You made me. You got me drunk. You told me what to do!" a
wail, mouth pillar-box wide.
"I wasn't on the tapes. Me? I was nowhere to be seen. You did
it yourself. You were so wet that your fingers kept slipping off
the dildo. I got all that, wanna see? Finishing off by bowing to
the audience, a bit stiffly I agree. Maybe the fact that you
left the dildo in there contributed to that. Still a pretty
enough bow. Just like an accomplished porn star. The first tape
was nothing. A silly schoolgirl wank. Maybe make a bit of
splash in the porn market. But this? This is Art! this will sell
and sell."
"Please stop!" a sob.
"Walking backwards off the stage with the dildo still sticking
out of your snatch, bowing to them and pushing it back in. They
were amazed, they'd never seen anything like that before. I bet
quite a few girls from the audience were trying that one at home.
Just to see what it was like."
"I was wearing a mask, they couldn't see me." Her final ace.
I trumped it.
"Do you think I'm stupid or something? I filmed you just before
you went on. I filmed you putting your mask on. I filmed you
going on stage. Afterwards I filmed it when you got dressed,
still wearing the dildo. Knickers straining as they tried to
hold it in, lucky those school issue ones are strong eh? Why'd
you think I'd make you put your knickers on first, skirt on last,
after your shoes and socks even? That's not normally the way you
get dressed, is it? It's all on film. I loved the look on your
face as you bent over to pull up your socks and tie your shoes.
Got a good shot of the dildo moving there. Yes and later when you
walked home, slowly as I recall, I could always watch the film
for confirmation. Half a mile with a fake prick shoved in your
cunt, with what was left of your cherry running down your legs.
That prick was an exact replica of mine, you know, made the mould
when I was thinking of you. You should be proud, now I've fucked
you by proxy. My prick was inside you and you wanna know the
best part? No? Well I'll tell you. The best part is that it
was shoved there by you. In front of 500 people."
I paused for breath, as she looked at me in dumb shock.
"Oh yeah, you remember the bit later when you took off the mask
and removed the dildo?. Don't you think it was a bit bright
round the back of the gym that late at night? I love the bit
where you changed back into school uniform, sort of compliments
the other tape. Oh, and what about the bit where you left the
dildo wrapped in your knickers on the floor? Got a good, long
shot of that. Made a good ending. For the credits, you know,
which features your name, only your name. I've got all of that,
I've got it all, Nikki, do you want to see it? It's a
masterpiece, Nikki, I have a copy right there in the video
recorder. I've watched it more times than I've seen Star Wars.
Wanna see it, Nikki? Huh? Huh?"
"Noooooo!" A howl, "Please stop!"
I leaned back in the chair, steepled my fingers and stared at the
ceiling seemingly lost in thought.
"Maybe I could sell special editions. You know, include a pair
of your knickers. Hey, that's a good idea. I could do a virgin
and a non-virgin version. I've got enough pairs of each. I
could auction the pair that held the dildo in. I know what! I'll
put the dildo in with them, you know the ACTUAL one. Now THAT
would make a fortune. Could even sell them to an art gallery.
Art! That's what they'll be. Hey! I know! What about a
blockbuster edition where we put in the other tape too AND you'll
wank to orgasm through your knicks and we'll include those. You
could be at it all night. Think of it Nikki. Wank, come, change
knickers, put knickers in bag with a signed photo of your cunt
and your pretty smiling face, then back to wanking again. And if
you showed any signs of flagging, a quick caning and we'd be off
again . I could make you do it right there, you would be bound
to be seen because you'll have to spent a long time at it, all
the time you weren't in class in fact. We'd have loads of
customers, you'd have to spend all your allowance on new pairs of
knickers. And you'll be so sore you wouldn't be able to
stand......"
"I'll do it, I'll do it. Whatever it is." she cried, hands over
her ears. "Just stop. Please stop"
"See!" I said looking down at her. "I knew that I could win you
over with a sensible argument."
I leaned forward.
"Okay, the rules. You charge ten pounds for a straight knickers
off and wank to orgasm. Just pull your skirt up, drop your
knicks, open your legs then wank. See, it's easy. Get the money
first though. It's twenty quid if you wank through your
knickers, they get to keep the knickers. Better stock up, Nikki.
I can sense a shortage ahead."
I smiled, she groaned.
"Thirty quid will get them a show with you and the dildo,
completely naked of course, that'll give you the opportunity to
play with your tits won't it. They'll like that. Forty quid
gets them all that and a hand job. Don't worry there will be
training provided. Finally, as the piece de resistance for fifty
quid they get to fuck you with the dildo while you jerk them off.
That way they get to control the speed at which you work. Sort
of positive feedback loop. You can tell them that before you
start, saves all that unnecessary chatter. Sounds good, eh?"
"It sounds horrible," she sobbed, adding "This is a nightmare!"
"Not as much a nightmare as some other things I could mention."
I paused while that sunk in.
"Now, we must put this on a proper business footing, so I need to
estimate the cash-flow. I think fifty pounds a night sounds
about right, to start with."
"You're not serious?"
"I'm always serious, Nikki. You should know that by now. Oh
yeah a couple of other things too. First of all don't try and
fake your orgasms, boys can tell you know {Can they, hell!}. And
don't get caught. I'll deny everything and they'll believe me
with what Miss Frith thinks of you. Capice?"
It went pretty well, all in all. After all the training it damn
well ought to have done. Hours we spent practising. With me
training her how to display herself when she was masturbating.
Then the hand-jobs, doing it just the right way to give maximum
satisfaction. Then masturbating me and herself at the same time,
trying to coincide the orgasms. Then with the dildo. She was
pretty damn good after two weeks. Sore too! I shouldn't wonder,
I know I was.
The first night she came back, knickers intact, with 5 ten pound
notes, complaining about a sore pussy. A few days later I got
the first Fifty. Of many. Then one night, I was out with my
Image Intensifier (suddenly I could afford all sorts of goodies)
and I came across my little girl, in the woods, doing her bit
towards my continued solvency.
She was crouched over the face of a boy I didn't recognise. He
certainly wasn't from our school. Creeping closer I saw that he
was holding the dildo in his teeth and she was forced to bounce
up and down on it. And all the time he was pointing a small
flash-lamp at the advancing and retreating, phallus stuffed,
cunt. So he could see the action. While his free hand played
with her breast, nipping her nipples with his finger and thumb if
she showed any signs of slowing down. I clipped the intensifier
to my camera and fired a couple of shots. I then crept around to
study her face. I had the feeling that she wasn't enjoying this
as her hand flew in a blur up and down on his rigid member. The
look of discomfort and distaste on her face was so becoming that
I had to capture it on film. I saved that particular 50 pound
note, framing it with copies of the photographs. I'm sure she
loves to see it as she dusts the room....
My profit was mounting.
A little after this I started to get a little anxious. It was
actually seeing her at work that triggered it. I'd never even
thought about what she was doing to get my money. Now I'd seen
her at it.. Well, it made me stop and think. She could be raped
so easily and I didn't want that to happen. That didn't fit in
with my plans at all. After thinking about the problem for a
while I came up with a solution. It was going to bring one of my
ideas to fruition a bit early but it was worth it.
"I've got to increase the daily takings, Nikki," I said one
night, soon after.
"Oh no. Don't I do enough? Why don't you leave me alone?"
"I thought I'd just explained. I want the money. I think double
should just above cover it. One Hundred a night."
"I can't. Please, I just can't. I'm so sore some nights I can't
sleep with my legs together at all. And my wrists ache so much I
can hardly write next day in school. Please don't make me do
anymore."
"Aw, stop whining, will you, or I'll give you six. It's been a
long time Nikki hasn't it, since you've felt my cane wrapping
itself round your ass. Hurt like hell I should imagine. Still
its your choice."
She stared dumbly at me.
"That's better. Now I've decided to relax the rules a bit, by
adding another one, if that doesn't sound too Dutch. Now you can
charge one hundred pounds for a single act. That'll make it
easier, won't it? Just think. No stripping, no dildo and no
loss of clothing. And it doesn't involve fucking. Sounds too
good to be true, doesn't it? I suppose you want to know what's
its called?"
Still mute.
"I know you do really. So I'll tell you. It's called giving
blow jobs, fellatio, head, whatever handle you want to give it,
it still boils down to one thing. Sucking a cock. Don't worry
though, princess." I said as I gently led her by the hand
towards my bedroom. "I'll teach you how."
She was out working for nearly three weeks before she came home
with a pair of dirty knees. After that they were dirty every
night.
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I had others duties to perform, of course. The biggest one was
discipline. Now my cane could rove with impunity over countless
arses. I didn't much like caning the boys, I had to sometimes of
course, if what they do is a bit too blatant for me to ignore or
a teacher asks me to. The girls though, well they're a different
matter entirely. Them I enjoyed.
I remember one girl, a fifth former she was so that must have
made her around the sixteen mark. Su Choy or something like
that. Malaysian girl, tiny little thing, frightened of her own
shadow. Pretty as a picture, though, and that figure! Aaaaah.
Anyway I managed to parley a trivial misdemeanour into a fully
fledged, restrained, bare bottom caning in front of the whole
school. This was the first caning she'd ever had, in fact the
only corporal punishment, so she gave quite a good show.
Especially to the group of sixth form boys who'd bet me 200 quid
between them that I couldn't pull it off. I showed them, her
too. I wasn't particularly gentle, my prick hurt like hell it
was so stiff in my tight underpants. I was glad that Nikki was
around later to take care of me. I nearly split my trousers I
was so stiff.
This girl was a bit of a loner. Hard to make friends I should
imagine. In a foreign country and all. Anyway she used to go
off for walks, around the school grounds. The grounds were
pretty extensive so you could be in your own company quite
easily. This one day I saw her leaving and, on a hunch, I
decided to follow. I still don't know why I chose that
particular day. I was watching her anyway. Ever since Chris
Brewster-Hythe and Nicholas Courtney-White had bet me that I
couldn't get her a public caning on the bare. I'm a sucker for a
bet. Must be the working class genes. I took them up on it.
Now, a month later I was no nearer. She was the model student,
hardworking, diligent and she had a positive aversion to breaking
the rules and not fitting in. She didn't even do enough to get
lines. This was getting silly and I could end up being 200
pounds out of pocket. These boys could afford it, they had trust
funds that would pay off the national debt of a small third world
country. But me? Okay ,well I could afford it now, (thanks,
Nikki) but then I hate losing bets.
So I ended up following her. She just sort of mooched through
the woods behind the Hockey Fields, doing nothing except smelling
flowers, picking up birds feathers and stuff. I was just about
to call it a day when I noticed where she was going. At the back
of the woods there's a road. Well okay, not a road exactly more
a sort of track. They used it for tractors and stuff. This
marked the edge of the school property. Across the road was
another wood and this one was absolutely carpeted in bluebells.
She headed straight across the road and into the wood gathering
armfuls of them.
"Hey, you there!" I shouted. "Yes, you. What are you doing over
there? Come back here this instant." I pointed to a spot in
front of me.
She'd dropped the flowers, startled by my shout and now she stood
wringing her hands in her school jumper.
"I said come here. Unless you want things to get a lot worse."
Slowly she crossed the road and came towards me. From ten yards
away I could see her trembling. I waited until she was in front
of me then I put my hands on my hips and glared.
"What is your name, girl?" I asked sternly.
"Su Choy, Sir"
"What were you doing over there? Don't you know it's out of
bounds?"
"Sorry, Sir!" Lips trembling. "I was just picking some
flowers."
"What?" I shouted. She flinched. "You were stealing from
General Frobisher's land? How dare you. Do you know what sort
of reputation this school would get if it got around that our
girls went around breaking bounds and stealing property from all
over the neighbourhood. Do you girl? The consequences would be
appalling! So what have you got to say for yourself?"
She was standing before me, hands still wringing in the bottom of
her jumper, staring at the floor.
"Well..?"
"I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know!"
"You didn't know? It is in the school rules book. Don't tell me
you haven't read it. Do you realise that those rules are there
to protect yours and everybody else's comfort and security? Tell
me what the correct dress is on sports day, if you are a team
captain?"
The change of tack obviously unnerved her.
"I...er....I don't know." Close to tears now.
"That's in the school rules. Page 128. So you haven't read the
school rules either? This is getting worse by the minute. Is
there anything else you'd like to tell me about? A little arson
maybe. I remember you'd just joined us when the Adamson's barn
burned down. There's a coincidence. What about the thefts from
the tuck shop eh? Know anything about them do you?"
Tears were openly falling down her cheeks now.
"I take by your silence that you do."
She started to protest. I held up my hand.
"I think we'd better carry on this discussion back at school
don't you?"
I formed the plan as I followed her back to the school. Watching
her ass and wondering what it looked like bare, with my cane
across it.
I took her straight to Miss Frith's room.
"Wait here!" I pointed to a spot just outside the door. Then I
tapped respectfully.
"Come in. Ah, Simon what can I do for you?"
"I have a problem Miss with which I need your help."
"Certainly, Simon" A smile. " Please continue."
"Well, it concerns a fifth former. A girl called Su Choy. I've
just caught her out of bounds and not only that, she was stealing
from General Frobisher's"
"Good Heavens, one of our girls? How dreadful. Where is she
now?"
"Just outside, Miss. Shall I fetch her?"
"Please, Simon. We must get to the bottom of this."
I opened the door. "Come in," I said to the frightened girl.
She stood in front of Miss Frith, who was looking sternly at her
over her half moon glasses.
"What have you got to say for yourself, Miss Choy? Don't you
realise that going out of bounds and stealing are very serious
matters?"
The terrified girl nodded. Eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"Well why do it? That sort of behaviour will not be tolerated
here. Do you hear me?"
A nod. "I'm so sorry, Miss. I didn't know!"
I broke in.
"Sorry. Miss Frith, but there's more, I'm afraid. When I was
discussing the school rules with her she openly admitted that she
hadn't bothered to read them. I asked her a simple question, one
that even the newest first former could answer and she completely
flunked it."
"Su Choy, don't you realise those rules are there for the benefit
of everybody? Weren't you given a copy on your first day and
told to study them? It was the first task you were assigned at
the school. So we expected you to take it seriously. Goodness
me, whatever next. Is that all Simon?"
"I'm afraid not as the discussion continued we got onto the
subject of the thefts from the school tuck shop and then she
clammed up and refused to talk about it when I started to
question her further."
"Is this true Miss Choy?"
Su was trying desperately to follow the line of argument. I was
gambling on her not taking it all in, with English being her
second language.
"I'm so sorry. I....."
I think she meant to say could you repeat that, but Miss Frith
was there first.
"I should think you are sorry. Good Lord, girl. I just cannot
believe it. Wilful insubordination like this cannot go
unpunished. Leave the room young lady while I discuss this with
the Head Prefect. Go on then. Stand outside."
Su Choy started to raise her hands in supplication, tears a solid
river on her face now. Then she turned and walked slowly out of
the room.
"You did well to bring this one to my attention Simon. I am at a
loss to do. I feel that we may need to issue another ordinance."
I thought about this for a second. It was tempting, so tempting.
No! I'd stick to the original plan. Things were going well now.
I didn't want to blow it. So I shook my head.
"Can I speak frankly, Miss Frith?"
"Go ahead, Simon"
"I don't think she deserves an ordinance Miss. I think that deep
down she isn't truly bad. Just a little forgetful, naughty even.
Like she is still a little girl, the last vestiges of childhood.
I think it would be better if she had a single short sharp shock.
I think after that we will have no more trouble with her. She
will be a model student and a credit to the whole school."
"Spoken beyond your years, Simon. What did you have in mind?"
"Well I thought that not only do we have to punish her but I
think that we have to send a message to all the other students
that are tempted to steal......."
Thefts from the tuck shop were a continuing thorn in Miss Frith's
side. The Bursar was forever phoning her and complaining about
his stock shortages. It was always so difficult to find a
culprit. After all it wasn't as if the purloined items lasted
for long and an empty chocolate bar wrapper was hardly likely to
incriminate anyone. So here was a golden opportunity to send a
message out to the other students that crime didn't pay.
"........so in this instance, I feel that the punishment be
carried out in public. Furthermore, it think the punishment
should be quiet severe which will really send the message home."
I paused, letting my words sink in before continuing.
"I think she should have a public caning. On the bare."
I threw the dice, and waited to see if they came up snake-eyes.
"Much as it saddens me I am inclined to agree with you, Simon."
YES!
"I will organise it for this Friday evening, before prep."
Now for the jackpot.
"I have had one last request, Miss Frith."
"Yes Simon?"
" I seem to recall on my last bare bottom caning that the young
lady concerned made a bit of a spectacle of herself. It was very
unbecoming and led to a significant number of extra strokes. I
would like to help her to come through this with some dignity.
So I ask you, for her sake, can she be restrained?"
"How thoughtful of you. Yes, I do remember the occasion and yes,
she was very unladylike."
'So would I be under the circumstances', I thought. God, these
women are tough on each other.
"Okay, Simon. She will be restrained. In fact I believe there
is just the thing in the basement. Hasn't been used for many a
year. Would you please send Miss Choy in and I will explain what
I have decided to do with her?"
We hadn't had a fully fledged bare bottom public caning since I'd
been here. I've threatened it a few times, but the reality of it
was that it wasn't within my power to award one. It was purely
at the discretion of the deputy head. So there was an air of
suppressed excitement around the school as the week wore on.
A girl was assigned to the victim, to make sure she didn't do
anything silly, like running away. I spent hours on the tennis
court and in the gym where I thrashed a leather covered vaulting
horse. I wanted this to be just right. I even caned a whole
group of second formers, with them holding each others
night-dresses clear of their naked bottoms, when I caught them
talking after lights out. I perused every stroke, as I awarded
it. All the time I was refining my technique. Up to now a
misplaced stroke was a private thing, but for the first time it
was going to be public. Everyone would be able to see the
results of my handiwork and I was determined that it would be
good. Hard, neatly placed strokes, parallel to each other if
possible, across her naked flesh, was what I wanted to attain.
Nikki was also kept so hard at it, subduing my lust, that she had
carpet burns on her knees. At last the great day dawned.
Everything to do with British culture has a sort of ritual
attached. You are probably aware of the better-known ones, you
know, like changing the guard, the Queen opening parliament, that
sort of thing. A public caning at a boarding school was no
different. It was as if adding some sort of ritualistic
overtones to it made it surreal somehow and certainly a sight
more humiliating. There was actually a complete rule-book
dedicated to the subject of public canings and Su Choy, her
minder and I all had to read it and understand it. To say it was
anachronistic would be putting it mildly. Sadistic more like.
Cruel. I loved it.
It was all to take place on the portico steps. I should mention
at this point that the main school building is housed in a huge
mansion. Rumour has it that it was built by a merchant who made
a fortune from the slave trade. Other rumours suggested that he
was in fact the first headmaster of the School. Who knows? The
mansion had a huge portico, with wide sweeping stairs going down
towards the formal mall which was surrounded by marching lines
of lime trees, stretching into the distance.
All day the caretaker, grumbling under his breath as is the wont
of school caretakers the world over, arranged chairs in a large
semi circle facing the portico. Finally he had to struggle a
massive piece of archaic furniture up from the basement and
arrange it on the platform. I tipped him generously (I could
afford it) and taking him to one side, I whispered that he could
watch the proceedings from behind the screen of bushes that lined
the mall. I also mused that it may be worth while if some of the
other staff could watch. Finally I handed him my miniature
camcorder and half a fifty pound note! I left him in no doubt as
to how he could come into possession of the other half.
The school was assembled. The teachers sat under the portico in
a semi-circle half facing towards the punishment stool. The rest
of the school were arranged in rows, all facing towards the
stool. There was a muted ripple of excitement as the trembling
girl was led onto the stage by her mentor. Su Choy was dressed
in an ordinary school uniform, but her companion was dressed in a
flowing white gown.
I sat close to the principal, while Miss Frith stood watching the
girls. Finally they stood in front of her. In loud ringing
tones she announced,
"Su Choy. You have been found guilty of wilfully violating a
number of school rules. The most serious of which are that you
broke bounds, you have refused to study the school rule-book and
you have been found guilty of theft. For each of these serious
breaches you will be awarded 2 strokes of the cane, making 6
strokes in all, administered across your naked bottom by the head
prefect. Do you accept the punishment or would you like to go
before the school disciplinary board? Before you answer I feel I
must make it clear that if you opt for the board and you are
found guilty then we will have no option to reinstate the
punishment, after which you will be expelled. Now, which do you
choose?"
Su stood there in a haze of shame and indecision. As far as she
could see she had two options, one to go through with it now and
that would be an end to it. Or she could gamble on the board.
She knew that on every occasion that the board had met they had
upheld the decision of Miss Frith. So her other option seemed to
be that she would be caned anyway and then expelled. She had
steeled herself to go through with this, even though she didn't
understand why - she still couldn't work out what she'd done that
was so terribly wrong-, so she said.
"I will accept the punishment, Miss Frith"
'Phew what a relief! The last hurdle had been crossed safely,' I
thought as I sat there stony faced. My two hundred quid was in
the bag.
"Louder, Miss Choy, I'm sure that everyone couldn't hear you"
"I accept the punishment, Miss Frith"
A faint ghost of a smile from Miss Frith as she said "Good.
Please remove your skirt Miss Choy."
Su Choy, face shining brightly unclipped her skirt and gracefully
stepped out of it. I could imagine quite a few stiffies already
amongst the males present. She was delightful. Her dusky legs
set off her gleaming white knickers a treat. She stood, facing
the crowd, willing herself not to cry.
"One last chance, Miss Choy. Do you accept this punishment?"
A nod and a whisper: "Yes, Miss Frith. I accept."
"Louder, Su Choy"
"I accept, Miss Frith."
"Punishee, you will now remove your knickers and assume the
position"
I could see her shaking, from where I sat, as she slowly peeled
down her knickers to reveal a sparsely haired mound. Her pubics
were more like an exclamation mark than a bush. It was
heart-racing.
Su Choy, half naked, started to drape herself across the horse.
This is where the training came off. All week she had been
practising. A refined form of torture, making her think about it
all week. I had been allowed to watch as Miss Frith trained her.
I couldn't believe they'd allow this sort of stuff. Obviously
they do! Mean!
The horse itself was like a trestle, but with a padded top. It
could be adjusted so the poor girl occupying it could be moved up
and down. Her legs were strapped to the legs as she lay along
the bench. Miss Frith pulled Su's hands forward and tied them to
the front legs.
Su Choy lay defenceless, her bottom turned towards me, her legs
wide open. Her cunt was incredibly tiny and virginal. Smaller,
even, than Nikki's had been when I first saw her half naked.
That day, a few months back, in Miss Frith's office.
The crowd went quiet.
Miss Frith came up to me and handed me the cane.
"I call upon you, Simon Granger, head prefect of this school, to
administer corporal punishment to one Su Choy. She has been
awarded 6 strokes of the cane and three hours of contemplation.
Do you accept your duty?"
I stood and took the cane from her proffered hands. "I accept."
"Then please continue."
She went back to her seat and it was just me, my cane and a
shivering, cane-virgin bottom.
We were all wearing academic robes. The teachers wore their
graduation robes complete with mortar boards and College Colours.
As befitting my status I wore a shortened gown and no
mortarboard. I removed the gown and jacket then rolled up my
shirtsleeve. I walked up behind her. I looked down at the
bottom, planning my attack.
I then stepped to one side at a comfortable distance. I then
tapped her rump with the cool rod. I looked towards Miss Frith.
She nodded.
We were off.
I brought the cane back, high.
I swished it down and did the little pirouette that I'd been
practising so long. The cane tip reached supersonic speed
moments before impacting hard in exactly the centre of her
ass-cheeks.
She erupted!
It was incredible. She screamed, she pleaded, she shook, she
strained, she pulled. All to no avail as I lined up the next
shot.
Beautiful. Oh, I don't just mean the meaty whack of the cane
vibrating it in my fingers as her bottom absorbed the stroke.
Nor do I just mean the cries and hollers, both of us knowing that
this punishment was completely unjust. No, why I say beautiful
it was the fact that the second stroke was exactly parallel with
the first.
And so it went on.
Finally the last. The hardest one yet had the screaming girl
trying to pull the ropes from her arms and legs with brute
strength. Finally, after a couple of minutes she subsided, while
I stood next to her. At that point the whole school stood and
applauded at the privilege of having seen justice done. It was
an old school tradition, they said. Barbaric I say.
Miss Frith stood up and thanked me. Then she turned to the
school who were sitting there, stunned by what they had seen,
wide eyed with the studied brutality of it all. She didn't need
to raise her voice.
"I trust that this punishment has had a sobering effect on you.
Let it serve as due warning that we will not allow breaches of
the rules to go unpunished. Particularly take note what happens
if I find out that you have been shoplifting from the school
tuck-shop - I saw the McIvor twins glance scaredly at each other.
Bingo! - You will get not one, but two public canings. So be
warned. Now prayers..."
So we stood, heads bowed in prayer as the Asian goddess lay
strapped down, buns throbbing with pain.
Then the contemplation.
Essentially ritual humiliation was part of the deal. A publicly
caned girl was left in the restrained position for 30 minutes per
stroke. So Su Choy had to stay bound and spread for 3 hours,
before I could return and let her go. A girl, Francesca Cortez,
was left with her, to keep her company.
As it got dark a boy came on to the portico. His face was hidden
in shadow but he wore the school uniform. So he was okay.
"The head boy needs to see you now. I'm to stay here with her"
Torn in indecision, the sight of the poor, lacerated buns of the
strapped down girl convinced her that she should come if I
called. So she came.
I made her wait outside my door until I reckoned about 10 minutes
had elapsed before I let her in. Nikki was pouring my tea as I
bade her enter.
Aren't you supposed to be with Su Choy?"
"Yes Sir but..."
I leapt to my feet. "How dare you leave her alone out there.
Come with me young lady, if anything has happened to her then
you'll be taking her place on that horse tomorrow."
Nikki made as if to follow. I told her to go back to her dorm
and get into bed.
When we arrived fifteen minutes later at the helplessly tied
girl. It was obvious that something was wrong. The boy had
disappeared and she was sobbing again, her whole body shaking.
In the dim light I could make out a glisten in her crotch and
down her thighs.
She'd been raped.
Before Francesca could scream I pulled her away from the ravished
girl.
"You are completely in it now you stupid girl. Do you know what
you've done? You've let her get raped. You were supposed to be
there to protect her during contemplation. Now look. I think
that you will, at the minimum get a public beating and expelled.
You'd probably go to prison too as an accessory to the act of
rape. In other words, you are in big trouble!"
All the time she was crying and babbling about "I couldn't help
it. You sent for me..." Blah! Blah!
"I did no such thing. You can ask Nicola. I went straight back
to my room after the punishment, where I was joined by Miss Frith
until a few minutes before you knocked on my door. I haven't
spoken to anyone else and I certainly didn't order you to come to
me? Why on earth would I do that? I knew you were on duty.
I've never heard such rubbish."
I let her stew for a couple of minutes while I stood glaring at
her. Then I pretended to have made a decision.
"Right, I am prepared to ignore this incident, for the good of
the school's reputation. If this got out the Lord knows what
repercussions it could have. They could end up closing the
school. So I won't mention it to anyone. However I expect two
things in return. Number 1 you will clean her up and you will
convince her that she shouldn't report this. Just get her a
morning after pill. The second is that you will report to me
tomorrow night when we can discuss the situation in more detail.
Do you agree?"
She couldn't very well disagree.
So she spent the night cuddled up on my spare bed with Su Choy.
Talking, touching, caressing. Trying her hardest to convince Su
Choy to forget the incident. By morning and two orgasms later
(faithfully recorded on my video) she succeeded.
Later that morning I paid the caretaker his fifty and added
another fifty for all his extra work. I paid for it out of the
300 that I got from Chris Brewster Hythe for Su Choy's virginity.
The next night and for the following ten nights, I humiliated
Francesca in countless ways. Finally her diary told me she was
at her peak and so I finally fucked her. She was a virgin. I
now had three deflowerings on film.
I refused to let her take a pill. I'd always felt there should
have been a Spanish branch to my family.
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I ran into Jenny Bradshaw a couple of days later. She had
studiously avoided me since my elevation to Head Prefect. For
good reason too. Now my cane could graze contentedly on her arse
for any minor infraction, real or imaginary, and she knew it.
They say that you become more aware of a part of your anatomy if
it is vulnerable to attack. So men would become more sensitive
about their backs with the threat of the assassin's knife and so
they would stiffen and walk bolt upright. So it seemed to be
with Jenny. She always seemed to walk differently, buttocks
clenched, when she saw me, though she gave no other outward
indication of having noticed me. I must admit it amused me
considerably and, working on the premise that the anticipation
was worse than the actuality, I ignored her petty infractions of
the rules. Once I even caned two other girls for a crime when I
knew full well it was her that had perpetrated the misdeed. It
didn't make her very popular with the other girls but it made her
feel that she had acquired some kind of immunity.
So after a while she started to relax when she saw me. I smiled,
I forgave minor misdemeanours and I plotted.
Some people say that I have a nasty streak in me, something to do
with my birth-sign (I was born in early November, but I can't see
what that would have to do with anything). I can't see it
personally. I do, however, respond to people taking advantage of
me and Jenny had done that in spades. I've got a long memory.
So when I actually ran into her, literally as it happens as she
barrelled around a corner straight into me, I decided to put my
plan into action.
"Ah, Jenny, I've been hoping to run into you. I wanted to have a
chat about an idea I've had that you could help me with. It's a
bit too private to discuss it here why not meet me at, say, 4
o'clock in my study?"
She looked a little apprehensive, so I smiled.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble!"
That seemed to mollify her so she agreed.
I must admit she looked as pretty as a picture when she caught
the afternoon sunlight in my study. I've always had a soft spot
for girls in uniform and I'm sure it came from that one meeting.
The sun caught the highlights in her hair and it shone like gold.
It threw her body into sharp focus such that I could even see the
faint sheen of blond hairs on her bare, tanned legs.
"Sit down, Jenny"
She perched nervously on the hard-backed chair.
"Right, Jenny, I'd like your help if you are willing."
"Doing what, er, Sir?"
"Well I think that Nicola is getting up to mischief and I haven't
got time to follow her around. So I'd like you to check on her
periodically and report any breaches of the rules back to me."
I studied her for a second. She seemed a bit hesitant, being a
snitch in a boarding school was the most heinous of crimes
amongst the students. So I increased the bait.
"If you find out that she is breaking the rules then I will allow
you to both set and administer the punishment. Will you do this
for me?"
The enormity of what I'd suggested took a while to sink in and I
could see her suppressing her excitement as she came to terms
with it.
"Do you mean I could...er....cane Nicola?"
"Correct."
"And I get to set the number of strokes."
A nod affirmed it.
"Why me?"
"A couple of reasons. The first is that I feel that, although
Nicola hadn't actually done what you suggested, she must have
made your life here pretty miserable if you hated her that much
and secondly I need to concentrate more on my studies. My mocks
are coming up shortly and I haven't got the time to chase Nicola
around. So you'd be doing me a favour. There is a third point
and that is that I feel we parted on less than favourable terms
last time and, I must admit, you did keep your side of the
bargain. You were good too!"
"So in return for me being able to cane Nicola you want to shag
me?"
She obviously felt she was on safer ground now. Boys trying to
get into her knickers was something she felt she could deal with.
So I pretended to be a little bashful, thus bolstering her
prejudices.
"Only if you...er...want to. There are no actual strings like
that attached, but I did enjoy it and I think you did too...." I
finished lamely.
She smiled. A superior smile. She thought she had me. Then she
stripped naked and stood before me.
"Does this give you my answer?" she said as she sashayed towards
me.
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**
"Nicola, come to my rooms this evening after prep."
Nikki caught the tone of my voice and whined.
"Why? What have I done?"
"I'm not arguing here. Just do as you are told."
"Please tell me."
"Why? So you can spend all day thinking up excuses?"
"No. Please, I want to know."
"You'll find out, after prep, just be there, okay?"
She nodded, miserably.
When she entered my rooms and saw Jenny she stopped dead in her
tracks.
"Why is she here?"
"She'll tell you." I turned to Jenny. "Okay, carry on and tell
her what you told me."
"Yesterday afternoon, in Miss Grolier's P.E lesson she sneaked
off into the woods and was missing for most of the lesson. Miss
Grolier didn't notice so she thought she'd got away with it."
It suddenly occurred to me what had happened. She'd gone off to
give a couple of the local lads blow jobs. I wondered why I got
the money so early yesterday.
This was delicious.
"So what have you got to say for yourself?" I asked as sternly as
I could.
Now I knew she could hardly admit to giving gratuitous head to
the locals in front of Jenny so I was curious as to how she'd get
out of this one.
"Could we please talk about this in private?" She pleaded.
"No we can't, we'll deal with it here and now. I repeat what
have you got to say for yourself?" "I..er..went for a
...er...walk."
"In the middle of a class?"
A miserable nod, head bowed.
You know full well you can't just walk out of classes when you
feel like it. What would happen if all the kids just wandered
out when the urge took them we'd never be able to keep order.
This is typical of your attitude towards schoolwork. Don't you
realise this is your future we are talking about?"
I paused to let it sink in then dropped my bombshell.
"I'm fed up with having to waste my time and energy chastising
you Nikki. So, in accordance with the ordinance I've decided to
let Jenny punish you. In this way you might actually learn not
to break the rules whenever you feel like it."
"But please. I was....er....I was....Oh no! Please! Not her."
She babbled in her misery.
I ignored her and turned to Jenny, who was trying hard not to
smirk.
"Carry on Jenny."
Jenny moved forward and pulled the cane from its scabbard. She
stood flexing it feeling the same power I had felt on my first
encounter between it and Nikki's bottom.
"Right Nicola {she enunciated the word carefully} I think that
you need to be taught a lesson as the head prefect suggests. So
I've decided to award you six strokes {a pause} on your bare
bottom."
"Nooooooooo! Oh no! Please Sir. Not on the bare. Not her.
Please, I was doing it for you. Please don't let her."
I shrugged at her outburst then said, flat voiced. "Don't
address your comments to me. I've already told you that Jenny is
in charge. If you want to say anything then say it to her. Oh
yes, and don't forget to call her 'Miss' for the duration of this
punishment period."
She turned to Jenny. Hands wringing. "Please, Jenny, not six,
not on the bare!"
"The head prefect told you to call me 'Miss'. That has earned
you another two. I'd stop and think about what I was saying if I
were you," Jenny said, scarcely disguising the glee in her voice.
"Please Miss Bradshaw. Please don't beat me on the bare!"
"Why?"
That obviously stunned Nikki who stood there, desperately trying
to think of a good enough reason such that her punishment
wouldn't be carried out.
"Er, because it will hurt, Miss."
'Pretty lame,' I thought. It hardly dented Jenny's resolve.
"It is supposed to. Now get your skirt and knickers off."
Nikki held up her hands and stood for a second, tears streaming
down her face. I honestly thought she'd not do it. Then she
slowly unzipped her skirt and dropped her knickers, finally
stepping clear.
"You know the position," smirked Jenny, tapping the table with
the cane for emphasis.
It was as if Nikki was doing everything in slow motion. Jenny
didn't seem to mind, she was enjoying the humiliation so much her
eyes gleamed and the corners of her mouth twitched excitedly.
Finally Nikki lay across the table, hands gripping the far edge
like her life depended on it, head buried between her arms.
"Open your legs," snapped Jenny, then swished the cane smartly
against Nikki's rump for emphasis. "Wider. Come on, I haven't
got all day. Wider, I said!"
She leaned over the desk and spoke quietly to Nikki, who strained
to retain her composure in the face of this degradation.
"Open your legs wide like the slut you are. Pretend there's a
queue of boys with fat stiffies ready to fuck you."
She reached between Nikki's far flung legs and slowly stroked her
slot, all the time whispering in her ear. Nikki shook in
humiliation and then started to moan quietly as Jenny's fingers
had their effect on her.
I sat there transfixed. This was incredibly erotic. I could
feel my prick bursting to get out and the main feature hadn't
started yet. My hidden video cameras whirred profitably.
Jenny's fingers worked faster and faster, while Nikki's moans
increased in volume and tempo. Suddenly she started to stiffen
in the onset of her climax.
Immediately Jenny pulled away and in one fluid movement flung her
arm back and whipped the cane with all her weight into Nikki's
backside. Dazed from her unsatiated lust Nikki did not
comprehend what was happening until the pain of the stroke forged
through her consciousness.
"Yeeeeeeeoooooow!" she screamed and started to rise.
Jenny gently pushed her down and again applied her skilful
fingers to Nikki's wet and pouting slot. Again as she strained
for orgasm, Jenny pulled away and flogged her bottom.
So it went on. Jenny tormented the poor girl for nearly half an
hour before she finally awarded the last stroke (number 10, she'd
added a couple because Nikki wasn't concentrating hard enough).
Nikki lay there sobbing, her ass a mass of angry red wheals her
cunt wet and puffy from unsatisfied lust. Jenny ordered her to
stand, hands on head, then continued.
"Right, Bitch. I hope you've learned your lesson. So what do
you say?"
Nikki stood there looking dazed, but trying to rub her thighs
together to get some relief from the burning itch between her
legs.
"If you don't want me to repeat it then you'd better thank me for
correcting you. And stop rubbing your thighs together, I know
you're a slut so there's no need to prove it. Open your legs,
that'll put a stop to it. That's better, now what do you say?"
Miserably Nikki whispered, "Thank you for correcting me, Miss."
"Can't hear you."
"Thank you for correcting me Miss Bradshaw."
"Right go and stand in the corner. Put your hands back on your
head. Open your legs again. Come on, do it properly, wider."
Jenny went up behind Nikki as she stood facing the corner,
shoulders shaking with her sobs. She reached between Nikki's
legs and again played with her bringing her close to orgasm then
stopping. I could clearly see Nikki shaking with frustration
even though I was on the far side of the room.
"Do you wanna come? Does little slut Nikki wanna come so bad?"
Jenny whispered as she again diddled with Nikki's privates.
"Please," Nikki whimpered.
"Please what?"
"Please make me....aah... come."
"And what will you do for me?"
"Aaaah, please. Anything."
"You'll let Simon fuck you?"
This was an interesting development.
A slight pause. "Yes....ooooooooh..Yes. Simon can fuck me.
Please let him fuck me."
"That's you taken care of. What about me? What do I get?"
She pulled her fingers away just as Nikki started to crest her
wave. Nikki stood rolling her hips unconsciously, trying to find
contact between her thighs and her burning pussy.
"What do you want? I'll do it. I'll do it, please let me come!"
"Okay, I want you to lick my clit."
"No, please, that's disgusting." started Nikki then groaned as
Jenny re-applied her skilful fingers again.
"So you reckon I'm disgusting, eh? You're the disgusting one,
you're standing there legs wide open begging to be fucked and you
reckon I'm disgusting. For that I think I ought to cane you
again, you don't seem to have learned your lesson, do you?"
"Don't..oooooooh noooo....ah...beat me again," moaned Nikki as
she again approached her climax. She nearly screamed in sheer
animal frustration as Jenny again pulled her hand away.
"Right, Nikki. Get bent over the table again. I think its time
you learned some manners."
"Please don't beat me again. I'll do it. Just don't hurt me
again" wailed Nikki frantically.
"Get bent over. Lay along the long side this time. Open your
legs. Come on I haven't got all day." She bent close to Nikki's
ear and continued. "Now if you are a good little girl I'll skip
the beating and I'll let Simon fuck you. But you'd better show
your appreciation."
Jenny then stepped out of her knickers and humped her body onto
the table, legs split either side of Nikki's head.
"Right slut, lift my skirt. Put your head under. Go on it won't
bite. You see my vagina, course you do. Lick it. Not like
that, harder! Ooooh, that's better {she shuffled down the table}
Now kiss it. Kiss it properly or I'll give you ten. Come on,
like you'd kiss one of your boyfriends. Use your tongue.
Aaaaaah. That's right, deeper. Clamp your mouth on my pussy.
Stick your tongue in. Oooooh, deeper, aaaah, now wriggle it."
I watched as Nikki serviced Jenny's slot. Nikki's body shook
with disgust but the fear of the cane forced her to comply. I
couldn't wait any longer. My cock was like a flagpole. Quickly
I stripped off my trousers and pushed my cock into Nikki's
dripping slit.
I could hear her moan from under Jenny's skirt as I pushed home.
Her cunt was fantastic, like a hot greasy hand caressing my cock.
I started pumping.
We all came together, well at least Jenny and I did, I'm not sure
about Nikki. It was one of the best fucks I've ever had. I
especially liked the bit where Nikki moaned and murmured 'no, no'
as I stiffened and started to spurt inside her. Jenny clamped
her thighs around her head and bucked her hips as I dumped my
seed, her head whipping from side to side and her hands pushing
Nikki's head hard against her crotch as she came.
I pulled out first and was sitting relaxing as Jenny released
Nikki from the wet prison of her thighs. She swung her legs over
and stood up. Nikki lay there sobbing, her arse a mass of
painful stripes, her pussy leaking sperm.
"Get up slut and get dressed. Then fuck off. I've got things to
talk over with the head prefect. Come on hurry up."
Her face wet from her tears and Jenny's juices she pulled her
skirt and knickers on. She wiped her face with her hands, then
stopped as if to say something.
Jenny turned to her and said. "You still here? You want a repeat
performance? No? Then fuck off like you've been told."
Crying Nikki fled from the room.
I fucked Jenny three times that night. She was good but nowhere
near as good as my beloved Nikki.
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I caught the McIvor Twins stealing from the tuck-shop. Jacasta
and Ariadne McIvor, daughters of a prominent industrialist.
Small, frothy blond hair, blue eyes, perfectly formed and
completely identical.
I'd set up a camera in the tuck shop, wired to a monitor in my
workshop. It was only a week or two after Su Choy's beating so I
was sure they wouldn't try anything this quick. So I was amazed
when I noticed them pilfering chocolate bars when the Bursar's
back was turned. I hurried over to the tuck shop arriving just
in time to catch them coming out.
"What have you been doing?" I asked.
"Er buying sweets, Sir," muttered Jacasta (or was it Ariadne?).
"Show me." I said in my best Prefect's voice.
They pulled out a couple of chocolate bars each from their
school-bags.
"Where did you get the money from?" I said. I was in charge of
the school 'bank' where all the students had to deposit their
pocket money at the beginning of term and I doled it out on
request so I knew exactly who had what money. I also knew that
their father was a great believer in not spoiling his girls so he
kept their allowances very low in comparison to most of the kids
at school.
They shuffled their feet nervously but said nothing.
"I'm waiting."
"Er, we saved it."
"From what? You haven't drawn any money out for four weeks, ever
since that trip to the bird sanctuary. So how come you have
managed to save enough for chocolate bars today and yesterday and
the day before?" I took a gamble and it paid off.
"Please sir, we're sorry." This time it was Ariadne (the other
one at least).
"About what?"
Silence.
"You stole them, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?"
They nodded in unison.
"Right. Let's go to my study where we can get to the bottom of
this."
I made them stand as I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled,
forefingers tapping my lips as I studied them. They were
fifteen, small and slim. Reasonably pretty, not devastating but
you wouldn't roll over them to get at Margaret Thatcher if you
know what I mean. I leaned forward and pointed.
"You heard Miss Frith at Su Choy's caning didn't you?"
They nodded.
"Good, so you realise you are in deep trouble, don't you?"
Tearful nods this time.
I cannot understand you girls. You heard the deputy head
threaten thieves with two public canings and expulsion {I added
that bit}, yet you still went ahead and stole. How stupid can
you get?"
"We're sorry sir. It was so easy and our allowance is so small
and....."
"Shut up! Right now that we all know you have been stealing I
want to know exactly how much you have taken and when did it
start. Go on, either one of you."
It appeared they had been stealing since right at the beginning
of the year. All in all they had taken over 50 bars apiece,
getting on for thirty quid's worth. I leaned back again while I
pretended to consider their future.
I then gave them an alternative. Either they could have a double
public caning or they could pay the money back by taking part in
my little plan.
They sobbed in anguish but my plan did seem the easiest option.
At least their dad would never find out about it.
I got them to write a confession then I dismissed them. I would
call for them once I had the framework of the plan in place.
They were still sobbing as they left my room.
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I lay in bed with Nikki.
Since the incident with Jenny we'd been screwing regularly and
she was fantastic. I do believe she was actually starting to
like me, least I hoped so. I'd been hinting that Jenny had some
sort of hold over me in some way and that she was somehow
responsible for everything that had happened to Nikki so far.
Nikki hated Jenny for what she'd made her do. Licking the
genitals of another girl, yeuch! So you could say there was very
little love lost between the two girls. Since the caning Nikki
had been extra careful and she hadn't even merited a telling off.
Her schoolwork had stepped up a notch too and now she was at the
top of her class. Which was more than could be said for Jenny
who spent so much time spying on Nikki that her grades now lurked
amongst the bottom three in her year.
"Nikki." I said.
"Hmm" she murmured, her head on my chest.
"I'm worried about you getting raped."
She rolled over and looked at me. "Why?"
"Because you are out there offering sexual services and one of
the boys might just want a little more than you are prepared to
give."
"Does that mean you will let me stop?" she said, hopefully.
"No. I need the money. Anyway, you are doing a community
service". She looked so disgusted I had to laugh.
"So what have you got in mind?"
"Stand up and close your eyes."
"What are you going to do?"
"Give you something to keep you safe."
"What sort of thing?"
"A chastity belt. A good old fashioned chastity belt." I
smirked.
She stood there mutely as I locked the steel cored belt in place
and pocketed the key.
*****************************************************************
I'd noticed that some of the senior girls, including Jenny, were
often going off into the woods next to the school farm. They
were so breathless and giggly that I knew there was something
going on that probably breached at least one school rule. So I
followed them.
Vince Turner sat astride his BSA 650. Thin and mean in his
leathers. Like a latter day James Dean, at least that's what he
thought. The girls were hanging around him, giggling and showing
off. Then I noticed that they were passing a strange shaped
cigarette around between them. Smoking was forbidden and smoking
drugs was not only an expulsion offence but was likely to involve
the Police.
This was pretty serious.
Jenny seemed to be his main girl and I watched them go off into
three acre wood together when the other girls drifted away. I
watched and waited until they came out a half hour later.
I watched them smoke another joint then Vince kissed her, mounted
up and rode away. Jenny looked flushed, glassy eyed and happy,
obviously the combination of good hash and a good fuck. So it
came as a bit of a bombshell when I came up behind her and
grabbed her arm.
"What are you doing?" I demanded.
"Nothing. I'm just walking around."
"So what were you doing in the woods for half an hour with that
boy? Don't you know that consorting with local boys is against
the rules."
"Aw c'mon Simon. Don't be so stuffy. We were just doing what I
did with you."
"I've never smoked, I've certainly never smoked drugs. So don't
equate what you were doing with him with what we did together."
"You're jealous. That's what it is. You don't like me going
with other guys, is that it? Well if its any consolation yours
is bigger than his."
"I don't really care to know about the comparative sizes of our
genitals. I'm more interesting in you breaking the rules."
"Don't make a big issue out of this, Simon. Look I'll let you
fuck me as well if that makes you feel any better."
"I think you'd better come with me."
"Where are we going?" She giggled, thinking I was taking her up
on her offer.
So it came as a considerable shock when she found herself
standing in front of Miss Frith. I explained it all to the grim
faced deputy head and she almost exploded in anger. She ranted
on at Jenny for five minutes then asked Jenny what she thought
she was playing at.
Jenny must have been pretty stoned because she retorted.
"I was fucking. So what? It ain't against the law." Miss
Frith went ballistic. Never, ever in all her years of teaching
had she heard anything like this and, to top it all, she had been
caught taking drugs. This was so serious that she was minded to
call the police.
I think that this was starting to get through the chemically
induced fog that drifted through Jenny's brain and she started to
look worried. Miss Frith asked her to wait outside while she
talked to me. She called for the duty prefect to sit with her to
ensure she didn't go away or injure herself. She wasn't sure
what drugs did to the human body but she'd heard of people
thinking they could fly and she didn't want that sort of stain on
the good name of the school. Never mind the concrete under
Jenny's window.
"Simon I think I will call the police," said Miss Frith as her
anger cooled a couple of hundred degrees, leaving her simmering
on yellow heat.
"If I may hazard a comment, Miss Frith, I don't think that's
wise. Can you remember the press stories about the students at
that other school who were found taking drugs. The press had a
field day and the school roll dropped like a stone. Parents
don't want to hear about that kind of thing. This biker
represents the sort of anti-authority figure that young,
impressionable, girls seem to love so it probably wasn't all her
fault."
"So what are you suggesting. Simon?"
"What I think would be the best way out is for me to warn this
character off and, as a warning to the other girls I think you
should issue an ordinance on Jenny. That should help to bring
her back into line."
"Are you willing to be the overseer, then, Simon?"
I shook my head. "I'm sorry miss but I have my mock exams coming
up and I would like to concentrate on them. I do have a
suggestion, though."
"Go on."
"Well. Nicola has improved in many ways this term. She hardly
ever needs to be punished, her grades are excellent and in many
ways she is now the ideal student. I think she has learned her
lesson so first of all I would like to see her released from her
ordinance."
Miss Frith mulled that over for a while then nodded, slowly.
"It is very unusual to release a girl from an ordinance before
the year is up, but I do see your point. Yes, I think it is a
very good idea. So how does that fit in with our current
dilemma?" I took a deep breath.
"I was thinking that Nicola would make the perfect overseer for
Jenny. I believe that I've shown her the error of her ways and
she could pass this on to Jenny. She could help her in a number
of ways, not least with her schoolwork. I believe that she could
be a very good influence on Jenny."
Miss Frith pondered this for while, then clenched her mouth,
nodding slowly.
"As always I think you are right. So you will deal with the
boy?"
"Yes, Miss Frith, we won't be bothered by him again."
"Right. In that case please find Nicola and send her to me."
"Thank you, Miss Frith."
*****************************************************************
"She told me that you suggested that I be released from the
ordinance. Is that true?"
"Yes its true."
"Why?"
"Because I think you deserve it. You hardly ever get into
trouble, your schoolwork is good and you have turned from a bitch
into a really nice girl."
She flung her arms around me and kissed me.
"Thank you, Simon."
I kissed her back.
One thing led to another.
While we were relaxing after a strenuous bout of lovemaking she
said,
"Jenny had an ordinance issued today."
"Miss Frith did mention she was going to do it."
"Do you know who the overseer is?"
"No, who?"
"Me! So whatever hold she had on you, Simon, its now gone. I'll
make the little bitch suffer for what she's done to you and to
me."
"Thank you Nikki." I said as I put my arms around her, my penis
growing hard again.
*****************************************************************
Vince sat astride his bike waiting for his fan club. His balls
ached for that hot little blond slut and he had at least a dozen
ready rolled joints to get her in the mood. Maybe one of her
giggling friends would make up a threesome today.
So he was annoyed, to say the least when he saw me walking
towards him, with Bob Scrivens and Alwyn Evans-Parry standing
just inside the tree line. He started to kick his bike into
life, but being an old BSA it didn't fire immediately so I had
time to dash over and switch off the ignition.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he snarled.
"I think we'd better have a little chat." I said calmly.
"We've got nothing to chat about."
"Maybe not. I just think that supplying drugs to schoolgirls in
return for sex may well be the sort of thing that the local
police may take a dim view of. Don't you agree?"
He lost some of his bravado. "So what do you want?"
"I've got a little scheme that could make us both some serious
money and you could get your end away as much as you like. Now
isn't that worth discussing?"
"OK you've got my attention, so what's it about?"
His frown changed to a grin and finally to outright laughter as I
sketched out my plan.
"Shit, man. You're worse than me. You sure you've never rode a
bike?"
I shook my head and asked. "Are you in, then?"
"Hell, yes I'm in. When do you want to start?"
"Straight away. You sure you got it straight?"
"Listen I may not go to your fancy school but I ain't stupid.
You do your part I'll do mine."
It was settled with a handshake.
*****************************************************************
I wasn't entirely sure Francesca was pregnant. I took all the
precautions but you can never tell with nature can you? I'd read
somewhere that the girl doesn't get properly impregnated unless
she orgasmed during sex. Francesca hadn't.
So I decided that if I couldn't make her pregnant with quality
I'd make up for it in quantity. Furthermore if the silly cow
didn't want to orgasm that was fine by me. Just so long as she
got me off.
Actually it was all very simple. I bought a pager and when I
wanted her I just paged her and she had to drop everything and
come running.
Usually I was laying on my bed. I'd given her careful
instructions so she knew exactly what to do. She would come in
and, without a word being spoken, she would drop her knickers and
turn to allow me to unlock her chastity belt (After all I didn't
want her to carry someone else's child now did I?). She would
then unleash my penis, suck me hard and then climb on and ride me
until I reached my climax.
Immediately afterwards she would climb off and insert the
inflatable bladder I had fitted to the belt. I would then snick
the belt into place and inflate the bladder so my sperm couldn't
leak out.
I would then dismiss her.
Eventually she missed her period and Nikki told me that she was
being sick every morning. So I stopped.
The belt made sure she couldn't get any sexual satisfaction. If
she couldn't be bothered to get off while I fucked her I didn't
see why she should be given the opportunity to get off at all.
I'm still not sure why I particularly chose her to have the first
of my offspring.
She just looked the motherly type I suppose.
*****************************************************************
"Please Sir, can I talk to you?"
"What do you want, Jenny? I'm really busy right now."
"Its kind of personal," she said looking around as if the whole
school was listening to her.
I sighed. "Okay, let's go to my study."
"OK what's this about?"
"Its about Nikki sir."
"What about her?"
"She makes me do things."
"She is your overseer. Her job is to make you do things."
"No sir. Not normal things. Bad things."
"Like what?"
"She makes me have sex."
"If I recall it doesn't take much to make you have sex."
"Not like that. This is with people I don't know or don't like."
"Why is she doing that do you suppose?"
She sobbed. "She makes me charge these boys for fucking me. I
have to give her all the money."
"So? What do you want me to do about it?"
"Well you are her boss, kind of. Maybe you could get her to
stop."
"You seem to forget that she no longer has an ordinance on her.
So I have no more control over what she does than I do over any
student at the school. Putting that aside where is your proof?
Do these sex acts involve students from this school?"
She shook her head.
"So who are they and where does it take place?"
"It happens all over. She just tells me to go somewhere and I am
to fuck the boy, or boys, that I meet there and I get the money
and give it to her."
"So she's not even there?"
"No. Not exactly. She says she's watching but I've never seen
her."
"So there is no actual proof that she is involved. In fact from
where I'm sitting, and I'm sure that this would be the view of
the teachers, it sounds like you are doing a bit of whoring to
supplement your pocket money. I mean, in Miss Frith's eyes you
are just a common slut who sleeps with anyone for drugs. My
advise is that if you are sleeping around then I wouldn't let on
because Miss Frith will think you are back to your old ways
swapping sex for drugs. Do you want that?"
"Oh please. It's not like that. Please talk to her. I'll make
it up to you. I'll do anything you want. You did say I was
good."
"Okay, I'll talk to her. But not in return for sex. Good grief,
with you sleeping around that much God knows what you have picked
up. No way, Jenny. I don't think I'll be sleeping with you
again. Nor would anyone else if this got out. So I suggest you
don't start spreading it around."
She looked stunned. This was a development she'd not thought of.
Not only did I not want her anymore but I found her abhorrent.
So would the other boys, the respectable ones at least.
"If that's all." I said. "I've got to get on."
"I'll tell Miss Frith about what happened at Bentley Hill." She
really was trying her hardest to play her pair of twos against my
royal flush. So I raised.
"Listen, you little whore. And I use the word advisedly. You
had better keep pretty quiet about that if I were you. For a
start Nikki is hardly going to admit it was her and I was nowhere
to be seen. The only person that was identifiable, in fact the
person who set it up, was you. You went on stage, you made the
announcements. And you were hardly doing it under duress. One
last point for you to ponder, while you are thinking about all
this, is the fact that Nikki was forced to go through it all for
your benefit. Your petty schoolgirl revenge. Now with her as
your overseer she could make your life pretty unpleasant if she
found out. She could even get you expelled, possibly even sent
to jail. Plus the fact that her family has a lot of connections
and if they found out about this then I wouldn't give this {I
snapped my fingers} for your daddy's chances of keeping his
store. Nikki's father probably knows the president of the bank
which holds the mortgage. So I'd be a bit careful of what you
intend to spread around if I were you."
I paused to let that sink in.
"Anyway. I will talk to her and see what I can do. But never,
ever threaten me again. Do you get it?"
She nodded tearfully.
"Right now I suggest we terminate this conversation before I get
really annoyed."
I opened the door and ushered her out.
Crying.
*****************************************************************
"How much do you make her charge?"
Nikki was dusting my apartment. She paused, duster in mid air,
and turned.
"Who?"
"Don't act dense, Nikki. I'm not stupid! Jenny! How much does
she charge?"
"She's been talking, then?"
"Didn't you think she would? You were lucky she came to see me
first. You've got no hold on her so she could decide that it was
worth turning you in, even if it did get her into even more
serious shit. What the hell are you thinking of?"
"I'm doing it for you."
"How so?"
"Where do you think the money is coming from that I give you?"
"So you've retired, have you?"
"Yes I have. I hated it and I hate her. It all kind of fitted
somehow. In future the only cock I want to suck is yours and
that's only to get you hard so you can fuck me."
I laughed, loud and long. Even she giggled at her brazenness.
"Okay Nikki, you win. How much does she charge?"
"Twenty pounds."
For the first time in a long time I was shocked.
"Twenty pounds for full sex? But you give me at least two
hundred a night! That means......."
I paused while I considered it.
"Wow, she IS a busy girl. Why so little?"
"I don't think she's worth more. She's hardly a class act is
she? {her moue of disgust made me laugh again}. Well she isn't
is she? So I thought it was about her level."
"Whilst I agree with your sentiments I think the market could
stand a little increase in revenue. At the same time you need
more of a hold on her if you are going to get away with it."
"Like you have on me you mean?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, if you like. Listen I haven't told you this
before but your father has introduced me to some guys in the City
and we are putting together a venture capital deal for a new
biotechnology company. So we need all the money we can get.
Which was why I got you to do all those things. So I think it is
time we put Jenny's cunt on a more commercially acceptable level.
Don't you agree?"
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"Me and you, Nikki. I'm doing this for us. You know I love you
and I want to become acceptable in the circles you move in and
money is the only way."
"You love me?" Now she was shocked.
"Sure. I have since the first day I saw you but you thought I
was a piece of shit."
"So you did all this, just to get me to like you?"
Yes, Nikki. It was all for you."
She dropped her duster and flew across the room, her arms hugged
me tightly.
"I love you too, Simon."
"So you'll put her prices up?" I asked as I carried her into the
bedroom.
She murmured into my shoulder.
*****************************************************************
"So you've got it straight. You will do everything that this man
asks. Everything. Do you understand?"
The twins nodded fearfully.
"This is both a punishment and a way of making amends. Remember
I could still get you both beaten and expelled. You got that?"
Another nod and a whimper, from one them.
Vince lounged against the door of the van, which was parked by
the side of three acre wood, admiring the meat that I'd delivered
to him.
I walked over to him.
"They're virgins so I suggest they are a bit too valuable for you
to fuck them first. Sell their cherries and then fuck them
after."
"Shit, man. I've met softer, more kind hearted Crack Dealers.
Are you for real?"
"Listen," I said. "Let's get things straight. This is business.
I'm offering you a way of making some serious money so don't
screw me around. If you fuck me up then, I swear to God, I'll
fucking get you and cut out your liver and have it, lightly
grilled, for breakfast. You understand?"
Coming from a mining town certainly had its advantages on
occasion, certainly when it came to vocabulary for dealing with
the more earthy members of society.
"Yeah, cool. Don't sweat it. I know what to do. I won't fuck
you around. We're partners."
"And don't you forget it."
I smiled to lighten the mood.
"Okay. Because this is such a momentous occasion I've arranged a
couple of cameramen to record the proceedings for posterity. Its
your job to make sure they're hidden away before the show
starts."
"Sure, man. No problem."
I beckoned to Chris Brewster-Hythe and Nicholas Courtney-White.
They were my film crew. Ever since I'd shown them the tape of
them raping away Su Choy's cherry they had been fairly
co-operative towards my ventures.
"You know what to do, boys?"
They nodded.
"You do well and I'll see what I can do about fixing a return
match between you and your LBFM."
I could see them looking puzzled. So I put them out of their
misery.
"Little Brown Fucking Machine."
They laughed and on that happy note the show hit the road.
*****************************************************************
Word must have spread.
The theatre at Bentley Hill was packed. Nearly 2,000 people were
crammed in to see the latest 'Bradshaw production' entitled
Mistress and Slave.
Jenny was naked and Nikki was dressed in Leathers, complete with
face mask.
This time I locked myself into the video control suite, with
Chris and Nicholas who were thoroughly enjoying the
extra-curricular activities that I had coerced them into. It was
quite a chore controlling the banks of video cameras, even by
radio link. The boys acted as my camera men whilst I played the
producer.
Amazingly Nikki had scripted the whole thing. When I read it I
was, quite frankly, stunned. Women are far crueller to each
other than men ever could be to them. Maybe we still have a bit
of chivalrous blood left in us, possibly even a few scruples.
But women had no such inhibitions and it showed. Oh well, you
know what they say about hell having no fury like a woman
scorned. Well Nikki must really be feeling scorned.
The show started with Nikki leading her 'slave' on stage by her
doglead. I'm not usually a great one for leathers, I feel that
they impart too hard an image on a woman who, in my opinion
should be either be dressed up in frilly frippery or butt naked.
But I had to admit Nikki looked devastating, especially alongside
her snivelling, naked slave.
Then, like a circus lion tamer, she cracked her whip and
proceeded to put Jenny through a series of erotic adventures.
Mainly she cracked the whip in the air, for effect, but
occasionally she had to crack it across Jenny's naked backside
when she balked at a particularly humiliating exhibition.
The bit I enjoyed was where Nikki got her slave to impale herself
on a long steel dildo which was screwed to a small stool. She
sat there, face beet red and eyes twinkling with tears of
humiliation and shame. A few cracks of the whip and she was
bouncing merrily. The crowd, mostly silent for Nikki's original
performance, were loud and raucous with ribald comments and
coarse encouragement. Urged on by Nikki's whip across her
sweating bottom she went faster and faster, while the comments
metamorphasized into rhythmic chants in time with her frantic
bouncing.
"Yes, Yes, Yes..." screamed the crowd as she pumped on the
unyielding phallus. Her head shook and her breath started to
come in great whoops as she neared her climax. Just as she
started to crest the wave, Nikki pulled her off.
"Pleeeeeeease!" Cried Jenny. "Please let me finish."
The crowd roared in approval.
Nikki tilted her face up to stare into her eyes.
"And what, my little slave, will you do in return?"
"Anything." A barest whisper.
"Will you allow some of the gentlemen in the audience to help you
to reach your climax?"
Jenny nodded miserably.
Nikki walked to the front of the stage and announced that Jenny
would like some volunteers to help to put her out of her sexual
misery.
So Jenny ended up having her own public gangbang with a group of
'volunteers' from the audience. Afterwards Nikki took her to
one of the dressing rooms and a queue of lusty punters soon
formed to sample her delights, whilst Nikki took their money.
I had cameras in the dressing room so I was able to capture every
nuance of her performance. Thus I was fortunate to get footage
of various local dignitaries as they immersed themselves between
her barely legal thighs.
Initially she was very energetic but as the night wore on she
wasn't exactly giving it her best.
After a while it got boring, so I switched off the recorders.
Jenny was still going strong though she didn't exactly bounce
around much anymore. I groaned when I thought about the ten
hours of film I now had to edit.
*****************************************************************
"Where were these shot?"
We had just watched the video of the twins' first performance.
"I haven't got a clue, Nikki."
"You must have some idea. You arranged it."
"Not really. I was just a facilitator. I just brought the
parties together."
"But you made most of the money."
"True. But then I am a very good facilitator."
"Oh, you're impossible."
"Improbable, yes. Impossible, no. You can read me like a book."
I lied.
She took a deep breath.
"So how much did you make?"
"How much did WE make?"
She threw a pillow at me. "OK how much did WE make?"
"Educated guess?"
"Yes, an educated guess."
"I'm not sure of the exact figures."
"Roughly!" She was clearly becoming exasperated now.
"On a conservative estimate I reckon we probably cleared about
twenty five grand."
"WHAT?"
"You having trouble with your hearing? I said we made........"
"I heard." She broke in. "I'm just having trouble believing it.
Twenty five thousand pounds for one nights work and you weren't
even there."
"Yep. Not bad eh? It would have been more but I did have
expenses."
"It puts Jenny's efforts to shame."
"Oh, I don't know. She clears nearly thirty grand a month and
the show at Bentley hill sure pulled in the punters. We made
about twenty grand there."
"We did?"
"We sure did. See you're no slouch when it comes to earning
money yourself."
"I am getting quite good aren't I?" she giggled.
"So how is Jenny?"
"Exhausted. I keep her pretty busy."
"You sure do. I think it's about time she had a little helper
and I've got just the person in mind."
Nikki looked fearful for a second.
"No, not you, silly."
I could hear the sigh of relief. "Who is it then?"
"You'll see." I said, enigmatically.
*****************************************************************
"So they want a return match?"
"Do they ever. It went down a storm. Where'd you get those
clothes? They were like something out of a St. Trinians film."
"I think you'll find they're called Gym-slips and it is exactly
what they used to wear here, years ago. I just got the girls to
turn up the hems to make them a bit more modern."
"I tell you the crowd loved it. 'Specially them looking all
scared, biting their lips and all. In stereo too. One did
something, they both did it."
"So what happened?"
Vince shrugged. "It was an auction. Like in the Roman days.
Just these guys in a warehouse bidding to be the ones that bought
their cherries. Then who got seconds, thirds and so on."
"So who won?"
"This Arab guy. Bought them both. Burst them both one after the
other. Don't know the name of the one that got the spunk. How
the hell do you tell 'em apart?"
"Beats me. Maybe I should tattoo an 'A' and a 'J' on their
arses. So how much did he pay for them?"
"Forty grand."
"You're pulling my leg. Forty Grand."
I never expected this much. I'd just guessed when I had talked
to Nikki.
"Yep, forty grand, that's for both of them mind, and the others
made up another twenty. I tell you these guys were loaded."
"How many were there?"
"One of them did ten, the other nine."
So the McIvor twins were different to each other at last!
"Not a bad night's work."
"Are you paying them?" he asked.
"That's part of the deal." I said. "They're paying back some
money they stole."
"So how much do they get?"
"They get a percentage."
"Listen, I'm supposed to be your partner."
"Yes you're right. I'll tell you. They get a penny a fuck."
"A penny! That's mean, man. So how much do they owe?"
"About thirty quid."
I could see him doing a quick mental calculation. Then a smile
spread over his face.
"It looks like I'm going to have to introduce a bit more work
their way. I mean I wouldn't want them to leave school with
debts hanging over their heads now, would I?"
"My sentiments exactly!"
*****************************************************************
Tears rolled down Su Choy's cheeks as she watched the video.
Finally it finished and I clicked it off.
"So what have you got to say for yourself?" I asked.
Her mouth opened and closed like a beached fish.
"I'm talking to you, Su Choy."
"I'm so sorry."
"I should think you are too. Doing that sort of thing. In my
bedroom too. It was lucky I had my anti-burglary surveillance
camera there to catch you at it. I'm sure Miss Frith would be
furious if she found out she had a couple of Lesbians in her
school. It might even mean a repeat of the public caning."
"Oh no. Sorry Sir. Please don't tell her."
I changed tack.
"Don't you like boys then?"
She flushed scarlet but said nothing.
"I'm talking to you. Do you like boys?"
She shook her head. I don't suppose she would after being raped.
"So you are a Lesbian?"
"No Sir. I'm not a Lesbian {she pronounced it Resbrian. It was
sooo sweet}."
I'm not so sure. I think you are going to have to go a long way
to prove to me that you are normal."
"How I prove it?"
I pretended to ponder a second. Then I explained my plan.
The next night she was fucked again by Chris Brewster-Hythe and
Nicholas Courtney-White.
I made her charge them five pounds each and I captured it on
film.
Jenny now had a little helper.
*****************************************************************
"How'd you feel about a change of venue?" I asked Vince.
"So where are you thinking of holding this event?"
"Here in the school."
"Shit, mate. Old Frosty drawers would have my ghoulies on a
platter if I showed my face around here."
I smiled wondering what Miss Frith would have said if she knew
she was being referred to as Old Frosty Drawers.
"Not if you wore a suit and cut your hair."
"Wear a suit! Cut my Hair! I'd lose my image. Hell man, ain't
there another way?"
I shook my head. "Not for what I have in mind. Anyway you are
well on the way to becoming a successful businessman and its
about time you dressed and acted the part."
"Yeah, I'm a pimp."
"Least you'll be a rich one." I countered. "You must admit it
is very seldom that something comes along that offers the same
profit margin as those twins."
"True. Okay, so if I do that, what's the deal?"
I told him.
Not all of it you understand. After all a man's got to have his
secrets too.
*****************************************************************
Visitors'' Day.
Traditionally the time when parents come to the school to see how
little Janey and little Johnny are actually doing. In reality
the time to put one across on the other parents.
True to form the twins' father was away in the States on
business. Which was kind of handy for my plans. Su Choy was
free too. Sadly Jenny's parents turned up to see how their huge
fees were being spent and to mix with the upper classes. Jenny
looked good considering. I wasn't really sure how a girl is
supposed to look after fucking at least ten men a night for two
months. Well you couldn't really tell, except maybe the eyes. I
dunno. I didn't care much neither.
It was my job to mingle and it was something I had every
intention of doing.
Nikki was radiant and she babbled on about me so much to her
mother, that I had to make my excuses and leave. Her father
caught up with me and introduced me to some of his friends. They
were city financiers mainly. Some I'd met before but some were
new. We talked deals. They seemed quite impressed that a school
kid should have such a knowledge of the city and the wherewithal
to place some investments.
Every now and then I caught a glimpse of Vince. Pretending he
was a big brother or something. Miss Frith sure as hell wouldn't
recognise him. In fact I had to look twice. He looked very
slick in his Italian suit and his hair was short and greased back
like a yuppie. I didn't see him often. He flitted in and around
the crowd occasionally going off with one of the fathers. Chris
Brewster-Hythe or Nicholas Courtney-White would always step in to
talk to the mother, if required, so his foray wasn't noticed.
I checked the takings later.
A couple of grand. We weren't charging real money today, just
the kind of pocket money you'd likely to be carrying around at
this sort of gig.
The real pay-off would come later.
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By the time Easter came around I was clearing nearly fifty grand
a month. Vince now drove a flashy sports car and Nikki had
become my unofficial book-keeper. I was continually amazed as to
how much sex young girls could cope with and still keep their
looks.
Nikki had introduced a new girl to our stable, Sarah. About 5'
4", quite pretty, slim with breasts that seemed a trifle
oversized for her frame. She'd been caught having a gang bang
with some of the local lads. It didn't take long before Nikki
had turned her from her strictly amateur status to a hardened
professional.
Vince brought the other. Chavindra, something like that. Half
Indian, half white. I only saw her a few times and I never did
find out how Vince got his claws into her. She fucked like a
rabbit though, judging by the revenue we raised from her. The
twins had paid off nearly half their debt. We didn't actually
have to spend a penny on staff wages. Life was good.
I tied down the deal over the Easter holidays. I showed my
financier partners stills from the videos of them having sex with
a couple of underage twins and a chinky. I let them know exactly
what would happen if they tried to stiff me. It paid off too and
I made a cool couple of million when the shares were listed later
that autumn.
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"Listen up, both of you, I have an idea."
Nikki and Vince stopped talking at once.
"Okay. I want to put our little business on a formalised
footing. Time is pressing on and I feel we haven't even begun to
get to the real money yet."
"So what do you want to do?" enquired Nikki.
"Form a company. Buy one off the shelf. Vince can be the
director I'll keep the shares."
"Shit man. Me a director. If my mum could see me now." Vince
laughed.
"What sort of company?" Nikki again.
"The same sort of business but on a more respectable level."
"Come on, man, don't keep us in suspense!"
"Okay, okay. A porn company. I want to start producing books
and videos and stuff. We've got a lot of the material. We've
certainly got the stars. All we need is the infrastructure."
We talked about it long into the night.
That's how Beachclub Enterprises was born.
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The girls had starred in more movies than most Hollywood faces.
Some of them straight, some kinky. Some, which mainly starred
Jenny, were downright disgusting involving all kinds of non-human
sexual contact. I won't bore you with the details but suffice to
say they made an enormous amount of money.
I passed my exams and got into Cambridge to study molecular
Biology. Nikki passed hers too, much to her father's delight,
and she too went to Cambridge to read law. Vince took charge of
our stable who all, with the exception of Jenny, had another year
at school. He managed, through the numerous contacts he made in
the school to increase the stable and the books and films kept
rolling out. All starring frightened looking schoolgirls.
Nikki's legal mind came in handy when we created a
pseudo-contract for Jenny and sold it, and her, to a hard-core
porn factory in Denmark. They say the film about her and the
stallion is regarded as a classic.
I got a first and went on to do my Doctorate. Nikki got a 2:1
and left Uni to concentrate on the business which was booming by
now. My legitimate investments were also doing well, I always
had the right tips from the City and in return I could always
arrange a little something, or someone should I say, to liven up
a party.
I married Nikki when I got my PhD and went on to form
International Biological Research. You've probably heard of it,
we found the cure for the cold. I also got involved in a bit of
corporate raiding with my friends in the city. Keeping my hand
in as it were.
Seeding the funds of a Political Party got me my peerage.
That's the story, really.
Now gentlemen, it is up to you.
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Harold Masterson, Principal of Saint Augustine's academy put down
his pipe, whilst the chairman of the Governors rewound the tape.
"What an extraordinary tale," he said after a lengthy pause.
"Quite so. To think that he was the most famous of our old boys
too."
"Do you think it is true?"
"I couldn't say but it certainly has a ring of truth about it.
It certainly sounds very plausible."
"Tell me again what the letter says."
"Basically he has left a major provision in his will to enable us
to buy up the Frobisher estate and increase the size of the
school. He has also created a trust fund to fund any expansion
plans we may care to make."
"So why the tape?"
"Apparently he wanted to get it off his chest. He has said that
we can go public with these disclosures if we want but in that
event we obviously wouldn't get the money."
"Hmmm. A dichotomy indeed. On the one hand we could secure
the future of the school permanently and on the other we could be
letting a terrible miscarriage of justice go unpunished. Just
think! We've got the opportunity to clear the smears from all
those names and from the good name of the school."
" A terrible dilemma. I wonder what we should do?"
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