Chapter 5 – The Real Inductions
The afternoon’s agenda was, what Mr. Andrews took great delight in describing as; ‘The real inductions i.e. the reason why you are all here.’
He announced that each young lady would receive the punishment specifically prescribed for them by their sponsor, to partly make amends for their misdemeanours. What he didn’t mention was the punishment events would be ‘live streamed’ to each girls’ sponsor to enjoy as proof of their suffering and humiliation. Another fringe benefit for the sponsors!
Each girl picked a numbered ball out of a cloth bag to decide the order for the punishments. Taylor Spencer was fortunate, or unfortunate enough to draw out the #1 ball.
“Now then Miss Spencer, I have your punishment instructions here somewhere. Ah yes here they are,” said the headmaster as he nonchalantly handed her a sheet of crisp white paper.
“Please read your punishment to the class please,” he commanded.
She cleared her throat and read the instructions on the paper. “I confirm that all the credit card overspend was entirely my fault and I agree to receive a punishment of six hard strokes of the cane on my bare bottom.”
Taylor slowly read the punishment slip with mounting horror as she shifted her bottom nervously in her seat and stared in astonishment at the headmaster. Her heart was pounding and blood rushed to her ears.
“But…but I’m a grown woman…”
“Yes, yes, I think we’ve already established this Taylor, we have all seen your naked body…” he tailed off.
Miss Stone interjected, “Punishments will take place in the Headmasters Study. Go there and wait for the headmaster to follow shortly.”
Miss Stone was dressed in her customary outfit however on this occasion her thin white blouse and grey skirt seemed to cling particularly closely to the curves of her breasts and bum.
“Also, Miss Spencer, did you think to return the panties I lent you yesterday?” Miss Stone held out her hand expectantly. Taylor stopped as she heard the voice float up from behind her.
“No, Miss Stone, umm, they’re, uhm, they’re in my room.” She turned her head and saw Miss Stones’ eyebrow raise.
“Very well, I’d like them returned tomorrow, please.”
“Yes, Miss Stone.”
Taylor hurried away at the dismissal and breathed a sigh of relief. She would wash them in the sink tonight. Taylor had left the classroom early yesterday as she had to concentrate on writing her punishment essay. When she had returned to her room she had stripped down to her borrowed panties and slipped the vibrator down the front of them. She then spent time imaging Mr Andrews’ tongue lapping at her clit and by the time she had finished her panties were completely soaked.
Taylor clutched her one-page punishment essay in her hand and entered into the headmaster’s large office. She looked around and saw that it that contained a desk, chair, blackboard and a tall wooden cupboard. It was dark, old fashioned and smelled fusty. She placed the essay in the centre of the desk then quietly closed the door so Miss Stone couldn’t see her.
She then lifted her skirt to check her panties, as they kept riding into her pussy lips and she wanted them to be covering her slit a little more. Taylor realised that she was alone in the headmaster’s office and then hesitantly slipped her hand inside her panties and began to finger her pussy. She wondered how long it would be until Mr Andrews arrived and imagined the trouble she would be in if he caught her masturbating in his office. She imagined him furiously ordering her to bend over his desk again for another spanking before this time he would take his cock out and fuck her needy snatch. She bit her lip as her climax began to build up but had to quickly stop and readjust her panties as she heard a noise outside the door. She was only just in time, as Mr Andrews opened the door and entered.
“Miss Spencer, come with me to the cane cupboard and help me select a nice swishy one to use on your bare bottom.”
He turned to the tall cupboard and showed Taylor the selection of canes available. With a glint in his eye, took out one with a medium thickness. He handed it to Taylor so that she could feel its weight. She was trembling as she took it from his hand. It seemed quite light and flexible. Handing the cane back to Mr Andrews, the realisation of her situation kicked in.
“Oh God, you’re really going to cane me, aren’t you? I don’t want to be caned…caned on my bare bottom… that’s…that’s just so embarrassing…and six hard strokes too. Will it hurt?”
“A lovely firm young bottom like yours Miss Spencer will really feel the sting of my cane. But I’m sure you’ll agree that it will be so much better for you to get this over and done with. Your husband will tear up your blotted copybook and wipe the slate clean. After this week you’re lying and cheating will be completely forgotten and never mentioned again.”
Taylor’s heart thumped alarmingly at the thought of being caned on her bare bottom, she knew it would be humiliating and painful.
“Grab the front of the desk with your hands. Place your elbows on the desk.”
A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she carefully positioned herself over the desk.
She still hoped that he wouldn’t really do it. She knew full well that her skirt would have lifted up and her sexy black stockings and suspenders would be on view to Mr Andrews.
“Please don’t pull my panties down,” pleaded Taylor, “Surely they won’t protect me!”
“I’m sorry Miss Spencer, it’s what your sponsor requested. A six of the best caning must be delivered on your bare bottom.”
The headmaster slowly lowered her white panties to just below her sexy stocking tops, exposing her gorgeous, pert bum.
“Make sure they don’t fall down any further,” he commanded. “If they fall, your punishment will be doubled.”
This meant that she was forced to open her legs just enough to keep the elastic tight. Unfortunately for her this also meant that her tight little bum hole and shaven pussy lips were clearly visible. Mr Andrews took this opportunity to caress her cheeks and prepare her bottom to receive six strokes from his stinging cane. His fingers momentarily brushed across her cunny lips and he felt the wetness that had already leaked out. She was ashamed, but there was nothing she could do about it and the feeling of total submission was unbearably arousing. Her pussy pulsated and tingled when she felt that awful rattan cane tap, tap, tapping on her bouncy bare bottom.
“Miss Spencer, I’m now going to give you six hard strokes on your bare bottom. After each stroke you must say the number of the stroke, and then, ‘Thank you for teaching me a lesson.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” she said meekly.
The cane whistled through the air before making sharp contact right in the centre of her bottom. For a brief moment Taylor felt nothing, then very quickly a sharp pain shot through her where the cane had landed. Taylor couldn’t believe what was happening, as her bottom throbbed and quivered.
“Miss Spencer? What do you say?”
“But Mr. Andrews, that was so hard.”
Taylor now knew that she gotten herself into something that she could not get out of. So best to just go along and get this embarrassment over as soon as possible.
“Alright, One, and thank you for teaching me a lesson.”
“That’s better Miss Spencer, that’s a good girl.”
She was still gasping for breath when the second stroke struck. The fierce crack echoed around the room as she pressed herself down against the cold hard desk and felt the fiery flames spread across her scorching bottom.
“Yeow…….. Two, and thank you for teaching me a lesson.”
The third stroke licked her burning bottom as she trembled and wriggled her hips to ease the terrible sting of the cane.
“Jesus………Three, and thank you sir for teaching me a lesson.”
Her bottom was now stinging like mad. She gasped as the headmaster’s palm gently rubbed her cane marks. It was such a relief, she let out a grateful sigh. Instinctively she raised her bottom up to meet his tender caress. First those awful stinging strokes from his nasty cane and then his lovely hand gently soothing her burning buttocks.
Mr Andrews chuckled happily to himself as he admired his handiwork, three sexy stripes streaked across Taylor’s bottom, equally spaced and glowing a pretty pink. The wonderful ‘swish, crack, splat’ of his cane on the naughty girl’s splendid bare bottom, was insanely exciting.
His cock had stiffened and throbbed uncontrollably as each stroke struck home and Taylor’s bottom jiggled to the dance of his cane…
“Three more strokes to come young lady,” crowed the headmaster, quickly followed by a horrifying ‘swish’ and the fourth strike cracked down on Taylor’s quivering bottom.
“Four, and thank you sir for teaching me a lesson.” Taylor was now adjusting to the punishment.
The fifth stroke snarled and snapped at Taylor’s still jiggling bottom and her knuckles turned white as she held the desk bracing herself for fire cracker number six.
“Five, and thank you sir for teaching me a lesson.”
The sixth strike was an absolute corker that bit at her blistered bottom and left her gasping for breath as she lay spent and panting across the desk.
Crack! “Ouch!” Her mind had drifted off and she wasn’t really anticipating the last one. It hurt much more than the others, but at least it was now done. She stood up and pulled her panties back up.
“Where are you going Miss Spencer?” Mr Andrews asked.
“Aren’t we finished, Sir? That was six. I counted each one.”
No, stay there and I’ll just apply a little of this soothing cream…erm….as per Trinity Academy regulations of course.”
A creamy lotion was squirted onto Taylor’s stripy bare bottom and instantly quenched the fiery flames. It made her groan out loud. ‘Oh God yes what a relief,’ thought Taylor, with a whimpered sigh. The headmaster loved the feel of Taylor’s peachy bare bottom, as he tenderly caressed her jiggling cheeks. She relaxed as he massaged her and raised her bottom up unconsciously towards the blissful reprieve. His eyes were like saucers as her pretty pink pussy peeked out below her creamy cheeks. So cute and sexy, her honey pot glistened and shimmered as he eagerly rubbed her fiery red bottom in big circular motions.
Now that the horrible caning was over, she felt the cane strokes merging with each other and a pleasant tingle spreading across her bare buttocks. She was enjoying the gentle massage from the caring headmaster, as his hands tenderly applied the creamy relief.
Taylor was still bent right over with her bottom completely bare and on display but she just didn’t care anymore. She’d been caned by a stranger who was now eagerly rubbing soothing cream all over her stripy bare bottom and it felt absolutely wonderful. Such a powerful release, a fantastic escape from the guilt of her lying and her cheating and now that it was all over, she was buzzing and allowed herself to relax and enjoy the strange but incredibly pleasant sensations.
Shortly her breathing became shallow and rapid as she closed her eyes and moaned.
“Oh yes!”
Mr Andrews sensed her urgency and tipped her over the edge by plunging two of his fingers into the molten honey pot of her pussy. She had one of the biggest, most intense climaxes of her life. She remained strewn over the desk, heart racing and panting like she had just ran a marathon until she gradually recovered her composure. Mr Andrews simply smiled and dismissed her with a cheery, “that will be all Miss Spencer.”
Fiona had drawn the #2 ball and replaced Taylor at the Head’s office. Her punishment had been prescribed by her fiancée and she was also to receive six of the best with the cane. The first stroke would be over clothes. The second stroke he explained would be on the knickers and the remainder on the bare.
Again, Fiona tried to complain, but this went unheeded as Mr Andrews flipped her short skirt up and over her back to reveal her Trinity Academy panties. Fiona’s heart beat faster and she felt herself begin to get excited at the thought of being bent over in such a submissive position, waiting for the cane.
The first stroke was muffled by her pleated skirt, so was not overly painful and Fiona was quite relieved. Mr Andrews then lifted her short navy pleated skirt up to reveal her panties. The second stroke seemed harder than the first, perhaps it was because it was just on the thin taut material of her knickers without her skirt? Either way the pain was almost unbearable, almost. But after the initial shock Fiona could feel a funny sensation inside of her, something she only normally felt whist being fucked.
Mr Andrews then stepped forward and pulled her knickers up tight into her bum crack, exposing both cheeks. He explained that whilst she was still wearing her knickers she was effectively being caned on the bare. He stepped back and readied his aim for the third stroke. This whipped home landing just under the first two hitting now virgin bare flesh, the white impact mark quickly turned red to match the other marks. Fiona just pushed her head down further onto the desk, trying to blot out the pain in her behind.
Vaguely in the distance Fiona could hear Mr Andrews saying that the next stroke would be with her knickers lowered. She doubted this would make much difference as the thin material afforded no protection, especially when it was pulled up tightly.
Mr Andrews tucked the cane under his arm and using both hands carefully peeled the knickers down Fiona’s legs and completely off slowly, savouring the moment. He put them into his jacket pocket. With one hand he pushed down to Fiona’s back to make her promote her bum and with the cane he teased her legs apart until she was lewdly bent over the desk. Fiona realised that in this position she was totally vulnerable to whatever Mr Andrews chose to do.
Fiona glanced behind her just in time to see that Mr Andrews had taken a long backswing. My god she thought, this one is going to be still harder! There was a loud crack as the cane landed hard. The pain welled up while Fiona’s bottom and legs were in contortions. She couldn’t even cry out because she couldn’t breathe but finally, she caught her breath and does let out a strangled cry.
Mr Andrews stepped closer to admire his handiwork. There were now four very distinct red welts across Fiona’s bottom and Mr Andrews felt himself began to harden at the sight. He allowed his hands to gently caress her bottom and feel the raised welts. As he moved his hands over her behind his fingers slipped between her legs and he could feel how moist she had become.
Five and six were equally as hard and Fiona was by now sobbing uncontrollably, her bum on fire. He told Fiona that she should stay bending over the desk and contemplate her caning, telling her not to get up until told to do so.
Fiona was quite happy to stay bent over the desk so long as Mr Andrews didn’t cane her any more. The last two strokes had been too much and she knew she couldn’t take any more. Despite all this the whole experience was very intense and had taken her erotically to another level. She also became aware that Mr Andrews seemed to be breathing a little heavily as he stood behind her and she could make out the faint rustling of cloth and a zip noise. Nothing further happened and she heard Mr Andrews telling her that she could adjust her dress and return to class as he hurriedly walked out of the room.
Fiona composed herself, stood up stiffly from the chair and quickly pushed her skirt down. She had obviously lost her panties to Mr Andrews but didn’t care, she just wanted to get out of the room as quickly as possible.
Natalie had the #3 ball and gulped as she entered the headmaster’s office. It appeared that Mr Andrews had still not returned and so had been replaced by a new teacher, one that she had not seen before.
“Please let me introduce myself. My name is Mr Davis, I am the Deputy Headmaster and am standing in for Mr Andrews on this occasion. And this is Miss Stone who you have already met.”
He pointed to the twenty something blonde who was always dressed as if she was trying for a professional, office look. Her skirt was shorter than even the one Natalie was wearing now, her blouse was sleeveless and so sheer that you could see the lace on her bra. Today she was wearing a two tone, half cup affair, Natalie wasn’t sure what the second colour was, but she could clearly see the black edging beneath the swell of her breasts.
Natalie’s husband Grant had enquired as to what kind of punishment would be necessary in adultery circumstances and Mr Andrews had explained that it was Trinity Academy’s policy to cane miscreants, with anything from 6 strokes of the cane upwards. Mr Andrews had gone on to say that in serious cases the caning was on the bare, and sometimes with the offender was stripped of other clothing to further emphasise mistakes and humiliate. Her husband had agreed that this was indeed a serious case and the punishment should be accordingly severe.
It was therefore decided that Natalie would receive 6 strokes of the cane over her panties, 6 strokes on the bare and 6 strokes in the nude!
“I wonder, Sir,” Natalie said in her best sexy voice, “if you might show me a little leniency?”
She folded her arms and pushed them together to make her ample cleavage more prominent and batted her eyes at the teacher, her husband Grant said she was irresistible when she did that!
“No, Miss, I’m afraid that the Trinity Academy rules are in place for a reason. They may be bent from time to time, but they won’t be broken especially in such a flagrant manner.”
A cane lay menacingly on the desk and the fact that that Natalie would be caned meant that the room was charged with a sexual tension in the air. Natalie could feel her heart beating loudly and felt her face flush. She wondered if her husband had agreed to the caning?
Mr Davis instructed Natalie to bend over and touch her toes in front of the desk. When she was bent over Mr Davis arose from his desk and went behind Natalie. He folded her short black skirt up and tucked the hem into the waist band. This clearly exposed her very brief white panties. Her rear was on display from the band of skin between the skirt and tops of her knickers, and then down from edge to the top of her black stocking tops. She looked so vulnerable, and the three canes laying on the desk looked so cruel, so capable of inflicting severe welts, and Mr Davis looked so in control and focused on giving Natalie a hard caning.
Satisfied with her position and that of her skirt Mr Davis selected the crooked handled cane from the desk and positioned himself to the right of Natalie. It was apparent that Mr Davis was left-handed as he tried his aim by tapping the cane repeatedly on Natalie’s behind which seemed to quiver in anticipation. Miss Stone stood to his left so she had a perfect view of the cane. And so it began.
The first stroke whipped home striking towards the top of Natalie’s bottom. The force and severity surprised Natalie who yelped and stumbled forward before quickly regaining her position. Mr Davis seemed unconcerned by her reaction and positioned himself for the second stroke. This landed just below the first and was just as hard. Number three and four followed quickly after, each landing just below the other. It was clear Mr Davis was working his way down. The fifth stroke was just on the join of her knickers and her legs, and the sixth landed fully on the exposed flesh in the crease between her upper thighs and bottom. It quickly turned into a thin red welt.
After the first six strokes Mr Davis stepped back from Natalie and told Miss Stone that she should now remove Natalie’s panties. She moved forward and gently peeled the thin white covering from her bottom and down her thighs. This revealed the results of the initial caning, six equally spaced red tram lines on her pert bottom. It was clear that the panties had offered no protection whatsoever. It was also clear to Miss Stone that Natalie was becoming aroused from the caning as she could detect the tell-tail signs. Especially when Mr Davis told her to position Natalie’s legs slightly wider apart for the next session with the cane.
Mr Davis then picked up the second cane and handed it to Miss Stone telling her that she was to deliver the next six strokes, but under his guidance. Mr Davis encouraged Miss Stone to strike harder with each stroke and as such some of the strokes had crossed or crept onto Natalie’s upper thighs.
Mr Davis could clearly see how excited Miss Stone had become during the caning. Her large nipples could be seen pushing through her thin white blouse and looked delicious. In recognition of this he suggested that she could finger fuck Natalie. He said that he was being kind and giving Natalie a short break before the final session with the cane. For her part Natalie was glad of the break and was more than ready to receive some relief from the pretty teacher. Miss Stone positioned herself behind Natalie and brought a hand over her pussy.
“Don’t move.”
Natalie jumped and shivered at the first tickle, moving her crotch away momentarily, before reluctantly getting back into position.
“Good girl,” Miss Stone purred as she stroked along the length of her slit with her finger, causing another shudder from Natalie.
She then brought up three fingers, and rested them on her wet, warm pussy. The two fingers on either side of her middle finger lightly stroked her outer lips in a circular motion, while her middle finger penetrated her shallowly, stroking the inside of her vaginal entrance, up and down.
Natalie remained quiet during this, glad that Miss Stone couldn’t see her biting her lip as she tried desperately to think of other things. It was mostly futile, and she could feel her pussy growing hotter and hotter in its need for release. The only sound that could be heard in the room was Natalie’s slightly quickened breaths, it was growing harder to ignore the feeling building inside of her. In spite of her efforts, a few minutes later they both knew Miss Stone had won.
She had continued rubbing Natalie off, and as she increased in pace and pressure, her knees weakened and those quickened breaths became audible as low moans. Miss Stone delighted in this and as she pressed her middle finger against her slit firmly for a few seconds, she noticed a glistening between her lips, and as she started to use her juice as lubricant as she rubbed her harder and faster. She ignored her outer lips now, and with two fingers she strummed Natalie’s slit frantically.
The amount of fluid being produced had doubled, and it made a quiet sloshing sound as she masturbated her slave further, but the sounds were barely heard as Natalie’s moans became louder and with every breath.
“Turn around and look at me.”
Miss Stone held out her right hand to Natalie, and the tips of her fingers shone in the light. As she moved her fingers around, a clear liquid stretched and clung to them, it was hers. Her juice was held up, as proof that Natalie had enjoyed what had happened, that she had been fondled by a lesbian and it had got her wet.
“You’ve soaked my fingers with your pussy juice,” She held two fingers close to Natalie’s lips, but she recoiled.
“Open your mouth, slut.” She couldn’t believe it, every time she thought things couldn’t get worse, they did. She had been stripped, spanked, caressed, humiliated and masturbated. Now she was expected to take the fingers that had brought her pleasure into her mouth and taste her own arousal.
“I’m still waiting.”
Natalie paused, closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth. Immediately she felt Muss Stone’s fingers on her tongue. Miss Stone ordered her to close her mouth around them and suck them clean. She cringed as she got a taste of herself, and but sucked until they were clean. Natalie resisted the gag reflex, but soon she had the choice of either, spitting or swallowing. Knowing that one of those options would anger her teacher and probably bring her pain, she unwillingly swallowed. Miss Stone withdrew her fingers and wiped them on a tissue, with a strange smirk on her face.
“You are a good girl. I didn’t tell you to swallow, but you did because you want to please me. Nothing makes me happier than an obedient slut.”
“Thank you, Miss Stone.”
Both of them had forgotten that they were under the watchful eye of Mr Davis who stood by only a few feet away. It was at that point that he intervened and tapped his desk with the cane in his hand. Mr Davis then announced that for the third and last section, Natalie was to receive six hard stokes with the cane, but in the nude. Breathlessly he told Natalie to take off the rest of her clothes except her black stockings and suspenders. Weakened from the 12 strokes she had received so far, Natalie struggled to comply with this demand so Miss Stone stepped in to help her unbutton her blouse and undo her tie. Miss Stone licked her lips as Natalie unbuttoned her skirt and shimmied the pleated garment down her hips and thighs, and when she got to her knees, she allowed it to fall to the floor.
Mr Davis told Natalie to bend over the desk again and Miss Stone to go round to the other side and hold her hands to prevent her from moving. Once Natalie was in position Mr Davis picked up her little white knickers from the floor and handed them to Miss Stone, telling her to put them into her mouth to stop her crying out too loudly. Mr Davis explained that the final six strokes would be very hard indeed and at the end he would then fuck Natalie with a dildo.
Miss Stone looked slightly taken aback at this statement, but Mr Davis assured her that everything had been agreed with the sponsor and would be okay. Natalie turned her head and looked up beggingly to Miss Stone trying to indicate that she did not want to be dildo fucked by Mr Davis. However, Miss Stone soothingly stroked her hair telling her it was all okay and she should do what was required. Natalie turned her head away, resigned to the fact she was going to be caned and dildo fucked by another man. And so it began again for the final time.
With Natalie bent over the desk there was no way she could escape the powerful stokes from the senior cane. Mr Davis wielded the cane with great skill and accuracy and managed to deliver all six strokes on almost virgin areas of Natalie’s bottom and upper thighs. By the sixth stoke Natalie was struggling to cope, desperately hanging onto the edge of the desk as each hard stoke had landed. But she had managed, she had taken the hardest Mr Davis could deliver, even though her bum felt it was on fire. All she had to do now was submit to the masturbation.
At the end of this six Mr Davis was looking red in the face and his chest was heaving. He then made her stand with her hands on her head so both teachers could admire her body and also see the cane marks on her behind. Mr Davis then stood in front of Natalie and began to caress her breasts, but the caress became a pinch as he squeezed and pulled her nipples. Natalie moaned in pleasure and pain as Mr Davis continued to twist and pinch her hardened nipples, but as quickly as it had started so it stopped leaving Natalie breathless.
Miss Stone remained on the other side of the desk as Mr Davis produced a black dildo with realistic looking veins running up it. Miss Stone looked on as Natalie was about to get the fucking of her life and she was pleased when she saw that Mr Davis had produced a tube of lubricant. From where she was standing Miss Stone couldn’t see exactly what Mr Davis was doing, but he was taking sometime to ensure Natalie was ready and he appeared to be finger fucking her first.
Satisfied with his preparations Mr Davis positioned himself behind Natalie and with one hand guided the black monster into Natalie’s pussy. At that moment Natalie’s head jerked up from the desk with a look of surprise, and she out a strangled sob as Mr Davis pushed in the dildo from behind. It was clear he was having trouble inserting it as he pulled it back and tried again. This time he spanked Natalie hard on her bum with his right hand. The effect of this on her already sensitive behind was enough to allow Mr Davis to get the first few inches of the dildo in. Now he held her hips steady with one hand and drove forward, forcing the rest of its considerable length and girth into Natalie’s pussy in one cruel motion. He then began to fuck her, very much as he had caned her, with hard long steady measured stokes.
Natalie could not believe what was happening to her. Miss Stone looked on in awe as she jerked back and forth to the rhythm of the fucking, noticing that she was gasping each time Mr Davis’s fingertips reached her clit. Miss Stone leant forward so she could clearly see the repeated pounding Mr Davis was giving Natalie. The huge dildo was just ripping in and out of Natalie and the thin veneer of respectability the teacher had was replaced with an animal lust, his face twisted, intent on punishing Natalie with the toy cock as well as the cane. Natalie’s knees gave way and she almost collapsed to the floor with a huge orgasm. As she began to pull herself together, she noticed the large bulge in Mr Davis’s suit trousers. He quickly picked up Natalie’s discarded sodden white panties from the floor and put them into his jacket pocket before he left the room. He would add them to his trophy collection. Natalie was dismissed.
Claire had drawn the #4 ball. Her punishment had been submitted by her husband James and she had been prescribed an over the knee spanking followed by the cane. By now Mr Andrews had returned with Miss Jenkins to oversee the proceedings.
“Come over here now and get over my lap,” Mr Andrews commanded.
She eased herself over his knees. Her bottom was raised in the air and she felt quite vulnerable. A strong left arm held her firmly in position, and his long fingers reaching underneath to caress her flat belly. Claire felt her short skirt drawn up, over her back and out of the way. It offered no protection. The thin white cotton panties wouldn’t either but at least her sex was covered. She knew her nipples were very erect now. She could feel them pressing against the rough tweed of Mr. Andrews suit trousers. She also knew she was already wet between her legs and whatever her sense of foreboding, she could not disguise her arousal. She felt sure that Mr. Andrews would know from the aroused scent from her pussy.
The headmaster had tightened his grip. With a flat palm he began to spank his captive. He was slow and methodical, taking his time, not spanking hard, but covering every inch of Claire’s bottom. After a few minutes, she began to feel the warmth growing very slowly. She was not surprised when there was a lull and her panties were gently drawn down. Mr Andrews took them off and she saw him sniff them appreciatively. She knew they were wet and had no doubt acquired a strong feminine perfume by now.
Claire had been surprised that the spanking had not been harder, but slowly and steadily the blows increased in severity. She was also aware that Mr. Andrew’s left hand had now insinuated itself below her belly such that long fingers now stroked slowly between the moistening folds of her pussy. Her clitoris was erect and rubbed against the older man’s thighs on which she lay with each blow delivered. With each spank she now gasped a little, but there was a compensatory stroking between her legs. Every so often a fingertip grazed across her clit, bringing her closer to a climax.
She tried desperately to hold out, wanting to draw out the sensation as long as she could, but by now she was moving her hips to meet the increasingly sharp spanks raining down on her behind. Each one stung her but even as the pain coursed through her, brought her closer to coming.
She wanted prolong the sensation but the insistent stroking continued as the spanking stopped abruptly. She pushed against his probing fingers, rubbing herself against his trousers which were already damp with her secretions. Claire was loud in her climax. She always had difficulty keeping quiet. She screamed out loud, thrashing and cumming over and over against the slippery fingers that penetrated her sex and pinched her engorged clitoris. She had never come so hard or been able to let go so loudly. After four or five smaller cums as she came down from the peak of her first climax Claire slid onto the floor and lay there, her legs spread wide and her bottom on fire against the carpet.
Mr. Andrews coughed. Claire looked up and saw his tented trousers, evidence that she was not the only one aroused. She smiled as she came down from her climax. He helped her up and she knelt on the floor in front of him. The buttons on her white blouse had come undone and her swelling breasts and engorged nipples were now clearly revealed. He helped her off with her blouse, cupping her small but perfectly formed breasts and pulling on her erect nipples.
Miss Jenkins, who had just stood and watched the proceedings then said, “I think you need to help Mr. Andrews now Claire. He is, as you see somewhat in need of help before he can continue. Take him in your mouth. Let him fuck your mouth.”
Claire hesitated for a moment. The man was no doubt in need of help, but she would never have contemplated giving him oral sex in any other circumstance. Now somehow, as Miss Jenkins was insisting, she felt compelled to do so. The thought of it made her feel sluttier and more aroused again. Her fingers found the zip to his tweed trousers. She reached in and extracted his cock. It was thick, very thick in fact was quite an impressive weapon. It was already rock hard and pre-cum was weeping out as she leant forwards towards it. Her tongue reached the tip and tasted him briefly. He tasted a little salty. She relaxed, opened her mouth and enveloped his hot cock in her mouth deeply. She prided herself on her oral skills. She sucked on him, letting him thrust gently between her lips.
She was glad he was gentle, even though she sensed he was already close to cumming. It didn’t take her long. She could tell quite soon after she started that he was going to cum soon. As the pressure built within him, she gently cupped his balls and gripped the base of his cock, controlling what happened. When he came, he came suddenly, taking them both by surprise and thick jets of cum filled her mouth before she pulled him out and let him spray over her face. His erection sprang upright and jet after jet exploded over her air, dripping down over her face and ears. For an older man, he certainly came a lot.
A few minutes later, Claire had wiped much of Mr. Andrews semen off of her face, although she was conscious there were ribbons of it still shot through her hair.
“Enough of that now Miss Stevens.” Said Miss Jenkins. “I want you to lean over the back of Mr Andrews chair.”
Claire could smell the warm, worn leather Miss Jenkins stood behind her, running her cool hands across the reddened buttocks. She tapped the inside of Claire’s knees, making her part her legs further and then stood back. Claire looked round and watched as Mr. Andrews picked up the cane. She turned back and buried her head in the back of the armchair. She heard a sharp ‘swish’ as Mr. Andrews flexed the cane, making her start.
“I shall begin slowly,” he said in a measured tone. “I shall deliver six strokes and see how you manage them. I shall take my time. You are not to rub your bottom. You are not to get up. Miss Jenkins will count them.” He spoke sternly.
She nodded again, trying to compose herself. Her bottom already felt on fire from the spanking and then the strapping that Miss Jenkins had administered. She didn’t know if she could take it. She was very exposed with her bottom in the air and her legs apart. Somehow, she felt even more aroused. She hadn’t really thought of herself as an exhibitionist but the thrill of her submission and her willingness to take part in this was sending her over the edge.
She tensed as she felt the cane tap lightly against her bottom as Mr. Andrews measured the length for the first stroke. He tapped the cane once more on her bottom taking care to get his distance right. She breathed slowly, trying to relax.
As she lay helpless, she first heard the swish as the cane flexed before striking her bottom. It was a good clean stroke and for a brief moment she heard the crack as it landed before the fire whipped through her. At first it wasn’t quite as bad as she feared. It was a moment or two later when the full searing sting of the stroke made her yelp out loud. She let out her breath slowly as she heard the cane raised again. The second stroke was a little harder, whistling down and striking a little above the first.
The pain coursed through her and she felt the connection with the first stroke which was now searing across her bottom. She had managed to take the pain without making a sound though. The third landed a little further up, clearly separated from the first two. It probably was no harder but the effect was building up. Her skin was beginning to feel scorched and tears started to run down her cheeks. She tried hard to bear the pain quietly.
Mr. Andrews paused, admiring his handiwork. He ran his palm across the three stripes he had so far inflicted, feeling the parallel ridges and gently soothing Claire’s bottom, cupping her cheeks. She shuffled her ankles apart a little more and he took the opportunity to let his fingers trail between her legs. Only a tiny trail of moisture gave her away as she trembled again. After a short pause he stepped back and swished the cane again, delivering the fourth and fifth strokes quickly and efficiently, carefully covering the reddened skin of her now very tender behind.
She heard Miss Jenkins counting out loud. Claire had not moved but cried out the fifth stroke cut into her. She bit her lip, trying to ride the pain. When Miss Jenkins had announced the sixth and final stroke, Mr. Andrews had put down the cane and fondled her again. He stood back and cracked one last, final stroke right across the girls reddened behind. It was by far the most vicious stroke. He meant it to hurt and Claire reacted very much as he expected, jumping up and grabbing her bottom with tears streaming down her face.
Mr. Andrews caught hold of her, gently pushing her back down over the back of the chair, but this time caressing her and massaging her buttocks. There were six well placed stripes clearly marked on her reddened skin. He probed and massaged her quite gently, easing her pain and allowing her to ride it. His thick, probing fingers swept between the folds of her pussy, coating them in moisture. She pushed back very gently, almost imperceptibly, willing him to penetrate her with his fingers. In no time at all she was highly aroused, in spite of the pain. She was disappointed when he stepped back, withdrawing his fingers and leaving her there, close to climax but unable to get there.
“Claire. You have taken those strokes well. I admire your courage.”
The fire in her bottom was still there, but was more of a comfortable glow by now.
“Did it hurt more than you expected?” Miss Jenkins smiled at her. “You seemed to cope quite well with it. I know Mr Andrews was careful not to overdo it this time.”
“Actually, it did hurt more, but somehow once I got into it that didn’t seem to matter. I think the spanking warmed me up quite a bit. And I could tell Mr Andrews was enjoying it too.” She giggled.
“‘I thought so. It made me really hot too. I guess you realise I am bisexual. The sight of you bent over with lovely cane marks across your bottom was making me crazy. I really wanted you for myself. I was playing with my clit when Mr Andrews gave you the last three stripes.”
At the end of the day’s activities Claire arrived back in her room and immediately had a shower, scrubbing herself clean and even washing her mouth out with soap to avoid the lingering taste of Mr Andrews cum. She then jumped face-first onto her bed, where she lay motionless. Her body felt heavy with the weight of the day.
Before she could make sense of another traumatic day, she thought she heard her name being called from outside her room. She carefully opened her door but there was no one there. She could definitely hear a female voice calling her name from down the corridor, so she followed the sound. As she stepped through the doorway, she found herself being grabbed by the arm and pulled into another room.
“Come on!” Fiona put her hand into Claire’s back and pushed her through a door and into another bedroom where the other girls had already gathered.
They were all sat on the bed and Natalie spoke first.
“Come on girls, let’s spill all about what happened in the photo studio and the headmaster’s office. You go first Fiona.”
Each girl then re-counted their own particular story of what they had been forced to endure. After they had all finished it was obvious that there was a fair bit of sexual tension in the room as they were all turned on to hear the accounts of the others.
“Ok, so now let’s see the damage to your bums,” Natalie followed.
Taylor looked a little bit alarmed at the suggestion so Natalie volunteered to go first as it was her idea. The girls made room on the bed and Natalie laid on her tummy and pulled her panties down to her thighs. She revealed an array of red stripes from the caning, some were still raised and looked very painful.
“Crikey,” Claire added. “They really laid it on you!”
“It’s not so bad now, just a bit sore…and to be honest it’s a little bit dreamy,” Natalie smiled.
“OK now it’s your turn Claire.”
Claire did not hesitate in pulling her panties down to show her red bum to the others and gave it a sexy wiggle as the others looked on.
“OK now you go Taylor.”
Taylor looked very nervous but hardly refuse as the others had all shown theirs. She pulled her panties down to just below her cheeks. Her bum was not as red as Natalie’s but before she could get up Claire had sneakily reached for the jar of cold cream and unscrewed the lid. She put her fingers in and pulled out a large dollop of the white cream and let it drop onto Taylor’s bum cheeks.
“Let’s all rub it better for her!” Claire suggested and quickly began to spread it around Taylor’s cheeks.
The three girls all started to caress the soothing cream into Taylor’s small but sexy bum. She just closed her eyes tight and gave in to the mind-blowing sensations that were now running through her body. As there were many hands, the odd finger or two began to stray between her cheeks and Taylor parted her legs to accept whatever was coming her way. She was too far gone with pleasure to resist. She groaned, initially out of pleasure and then frustration. She just wanted a finger in her pussy, a few fingers to get her off. She didn’t care whose fingers, as long as they would fuck her to that sweet spot.
“Please… finger me.” She begged.
“Please, what?” Claire questioned.
“Finger…mm mm.. please finger me…please.” Taylor replied through gritted teeth
Obviously, Claire took full advantage of the situation and teased her fingers along Taylor’s open pussy lips while Natalie and Fiona massaged the cheeks, fingers creeping closer and closer to her tight little anus.
“Good girl” Claire whispered into her ear, before slowly penetrating her with one, then two fingers.
Taylor had never felt this horny so quickly, and she could feel her orgasm within reach. While the slender fingers were inside of her, they only slipped in and out at an excruciatingly low speed.
Though she couldn’t see it, Claire was smiling at the girl squirming in ecstasy beneath her. To have such control over someone’s else’s body gave her such a rush, especially someone who didn’t want to give up her control.
Taylor was in heaven and before long erupted into a huge orgasm on the bed. Her hips bucked and she let out muffled cries of “Oooh yes!”
Claire finished the job with a well-aimed slap on each bum cheek with the flat of her right hand.
“That should make it all better”