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The Ordinance
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This novella is not for minors or anyone else that doesn't like to
read about spanking, humiliation, nc sex, blackmail, voyeurism,
masturbation and other non-PC stuff. This is copyright, for what its
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.
(Sorry about the format screwup - blame Word 7!)
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 had 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 heartrate 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 her 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. Ok, 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 weightraining 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 lunchtime I'm telling Miss Frith you swore again"
She turned and stumbled away, crying.
At lunchtime 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.
"No what? Refresh my memory"
"My knickers. Its 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 "Its not me its 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 gymbag.
Please Miss its 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 lets 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, its Miss Frith, please make three copies of the
disciplinary overseers ordinance please 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 alright, 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 Honorable Lord Archibald Basset-Smythe would
probably disown her. It was too awful to contemplate. Just then the
door opened and Miss Goodall, the Principals 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" Miss Frith said 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.
"Right Simon do you agree to be Nicola's overseer for the rest of
this year?"
I tried to look a little apprehensive. "Its 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. Now 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.
"Ok 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, 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 sensously 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
houserobe 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 lustbucket, 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 don'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 then 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.
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 businesslike. "Meet me on the edge of the
hockeyfield 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 will 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 "Its 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, she didn't comment on
it.
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. Its 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 now was it?" she just stared at me.
"Ok 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 of 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.
"Ok" I said "If you cooperate 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
bodyweight. 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 hiccupped
"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 others 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.
"Ok 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. Ok 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, 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. Ok?"
"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 going in?"
A tearful hiss. Yes.
"Finally one last thing. Before breakfast we will meet somewhere
and I will draw, with a ballpoint, a line on your leg. This will be
the length of your hemline 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 hemline to
deviate is that clear?"
Now she just mouthed the word. Yes.
"Ok 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.
Ok 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 hemline
up and down , before I drew a line on her leg about two inches
higher than her skirt normally went.
"Ok that's todays hemline." 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 hemline. 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 staffroom. 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 noticeboard. 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 coatracks. 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.
"Ok" 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 blond 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."
"Ok 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.
"Come" 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 schoolday 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 whiney, 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.
"Ok" 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.
"Ok 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 reimpose 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?>. In return I expect something in
return"
I saw the shadow of fear flit across her face.
"First a few questions. Number 1 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. Ok 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 cooperate?"
"Yes overseer. I'm sorry. I won't do it again"
"Good. So lets start again. Are you a virgin?"
"Yes overseer. I'm a virgin"
"See I am easier to talk to than you thought. " I smiled. "Ok 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.
"Ok 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 tidbits of information.
"Ok 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 boy's 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 doorlock 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, lets forget it please."
"Fine" I said as I crouched down, deciding on todays hemlength. "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.
"Its...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, its Ok." 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 aren't rich. My dad has an autoparts 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 nightclubs. 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 shopkeepers
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 are giving me a headache. Listen you're going
to do it and that's final. Hey its 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. Its 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 cooperative 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
housemaster 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 showtime!
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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 sanitorium
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 Headteacher 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 hurley-burley 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"
"Ok you've registered your protest, now answer my question, are you
ready? Its nearly curtain time"
"I can't"
"Oh you can and you will"
"Its 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, its 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 its 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 gynaecologists 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 moments 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 eyeslits. 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.
Nichola 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 caneslave. 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 Ok?"
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 Nichola'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 occaision. Done wonders for the gel. 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. Given them in 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.
Nichola 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 Nichola 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 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. Ok 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 hemline so I designed a system
whereby she could choose her own length with a simple dicethrow.
Throwing a 1 would mean her hem was 1" above the natural hemline, 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 was 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 pillarbox 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 dress is it? Its 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 change
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? Its
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.
"Ok 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 its easy. Get the money first though. Its
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.
"Right! Now we must put this on a proper business footing, so I
need to estimate the cashflow. 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
handjobs, 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 flashlamp 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. Its 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 misdeamenour 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? Ok ,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 ok 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 its 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 your's and everybody elses 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 Henderson'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've thrown the dice, now lets see if they come up snakeyes.
"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.
"Ok 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. Right
Simon 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 nightdresses 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 rulebook 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 rulebook 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 heartracing.
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, canevirgin, 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 piroette that I'd been
practising so long. The cane tip reached supersonic speed moments
before impacting hard in exactly the centre of her asscheeks.
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 hollars, 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 tuckshop - 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 ok.
"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 Nichola 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 birthsign (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. Its 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 OK?"
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. "Ok, 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).
Nkki 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."
"Ok 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 thats 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 tuckshop. 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
schoolbags.
"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 lets 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 30 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.
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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."
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"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 immeadiately 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. "Ok lets 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. Its 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."
"OK 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 have 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.
"Ok 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.
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"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. "Lets get things straight. This is business. Now
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.
"OK. 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 extracurricular
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 cameramen 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 metamorphacized 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.
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"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 thouand 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 its 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 Gymslips 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, thats 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 nights work."
"Are you paying them?" He asked.
"That's part of the deal." I said. "They are 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 smile 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. Ok 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.
*******************************************************************
Vistors 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 schoolkid 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 payoff would come later.
*********************************************************************
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.
*********************************************************************
"Listen up both of you I have an idea."
Nikki and Vince stopped talking at once.
"Ok. 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."
"OK. OK. 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 hardcore 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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FOOTNOTE: I'm looking for a lady who enjoys my type of writing and
who is prepared to collaborate with me on future stories. You will
naturally share the credit, such as it is. If you are her. Then please
email me at theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk.
Theodore Spoonbender.
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