Message-ID: <13050eli$9807151642@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dainie" X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: {ASSD) REPOST {Spoonbender} The Ordinance (nc, humiliation, caning) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199807150042.UAA19842@toronto.planeteer.com> The Ordinance ***************************************************************** This novella is not for minors or anyone who doesn't like to read about spanking, humiliation, nc sex, blackmail, voyeurism, masturbation and other non-PC stuff. This is copyright, for what it's worth, by Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the archive. This is all pure fantasy, the figment of a peculiar mind, so any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental. Don't flame me if you don't like my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more (mercy me!) my address is theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk. Incidentally, for those of you who didn't realise it, corporal punishment (ie. the cane) is still legal in some private British schools, and is being practised. So are knicker inspections...... **************************************************************** 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. ***************************************************************** "I won't tolerate that sort of behaviour from any girl at this school. Especially when the principal has told you girls to welcome our newcomers. Violence is very unbecoming to a lady and the foul language that you used was disgraceful. I think you are in need of a very strong lesson in discipline, my girl." Three of us standing in Miss Frith's room, Nicola, looking pensive and biting her bottom lip as she struggled not to show her emotion in front of me. Miss Frith, clearly still furious, glared at the girl while I did my best to play the injured innocent. Then she moved towards her corner cupboard and I distinctly heard a sharp intake of breath and noticed the rise and fall of Nicola's breasts quicken. I wondered what had got her so excited. Then I saw. A cane! A thin yellowish piece of rattan, polished smooth by much use. Miss Frith bending it as if to test the suppleness. "No, please, Miss. I won't do it again", moaned Nicola holding out her hands, palm outwards, as if to ward off the inevitable. "I sincerely hope you won't, Nicola. However, that doesn't excuse you from what you have done and now you must be punished for it. Take off your skirt and bend over my desk." "Oh no! Not in front of him! Please, Miss, can't we do this in private?" "As this poor young man was the recipient of your disgraceful behaviour I feel that it is only fitting that he should be here to witness the fact that we take this sort of thing very seriously. So he stays and you will do as you are told.... now!" There she was, the girl of my dreams preparing to take off her skirt in front of me. The number of times I had lurked on the school stairs to try and get a glimpse of her knickers and now she was going to reveal them to me in all their glory. I was trying to act nonchalant, but it was heavy going as she hiccuped a sob and reached back for the zipper on her navy blue school skirt. I could feel my boner starting so I turned to Miss Frith and said, "Please Miss, maybe I should leave". Nicola turned to me, pleading with her tear-brimming eyes. "What a kind and thoughtful boy you are, Simon," said Miss Frith, with a smile, "Trying to spare her blushes. Which is more than she did for you. No, Simon, I think you really ought to stay and see that your ill treatment is properly corrected. If you don't mind, of course." Did I mind? To see the object of my lust half naked, bent over a table and thrashed. I felt like punching the air. So, trying hard to keep the smirk off my face, I replied. "If you insist, Miss." "What a nice, polite boy." She turned to Nicola. "Quite unlike you, young lady. Now kindly step out of that skirt and bend over my desk. Unless you want the punishment carried out on the bare." 'Do it, Nicola!' I thought. Tell the old cow where to get off so I can watch your bare bum writhing in agony. Sadly, for me, that is, Nicola dropped her skirt and stepped clear, keeping her head turned away from me. "Nicola Basset-Smythe!" shouted Miss Frith. "Those are not regulation school knickers, are they?" Nicola shook her head, mumbled and stared at the floor. My eyes must have boggled. Her knickers were white cotton with lace trim, cut high. Pure, virginal, but with a hint of wickedness. The contrast against her bare, tanned legs made my heart rate bump up a few hundred notches. "I'm beginning to feel that this punishment is way overdue, young lady. I will spare your blushes and will not require you to remove them this time. However I feel that insubordination of this magnitude {teachers all seem to use long words, don't they?} deserves special attention. Accordingly you will receive 6 strokes today and then you will report here the day after tomorrow for a further six strokes. This time you WILL be wearing the correct knickers. Do I make myself clear?" Nicola mumbled again. "Miss Basset-Smythe, I was talking to you and I think that it is common courtesy for you to look at me when you are addressing me. You are in enough hot water as it is without making it worse. Now answer the question" Nicola looked up at her and I saw the profile of her tear stained cheeks as she replied, "Yes, Miss" "Right, now bend over that table." Nicola slowly bent over the table as Miss Frith indicated that I may wish to sit down on a chair that gave me an uninterrupted view of Nicola's straining knickers. I fell into the chair like my legs had been chopped off at the knee, dropping my hands to my lap to hide my raging hard-on. Miss Frith tapped Nicola on various parts of her body, with the cane, as she positioned the flinching girl to her satisfaction. Finally she was satisfied and she took her position to the right of the, by now openly sobbing, girl. She raised the cane high above her head and... SWIIIISH... CRACK! The result was amazing. Nicola leapt up from the table faster than a white supremacist leaving a black gay club. She howled and danced, frantically rubbing her bottom. I was absolutely amazed. One stroke had turned her from the ice maiden to a raw tangle of flailing arms and legs as she danced around the room in pain. "Nicola!" Miss Frith said sharply. "If you do not present yourself for punishment this minute I will be forced to ask Simon here to hold you down while I administer the balance of your punishment." Sobbing pitifully Nicola once again curled herself over the desk. "I think that in light of that disgraceful exhibition I will not count that stroke. So you still have 6 to go. If you don't want me to keep adding to the number then you will stay in position until I have finished. Do you understand?" I watched the back of Nicola's head as she nodded and said "Yes Miss Frith {Sob}" SWIIIISH.......CRACK! "OOOOOOOOWWWW!" SWIIIISH.......CRACK! "OOOOOOOOWWWW!" It was pure joy. I felt like pinching myself as I watched my lust-madchen writhing and screaming just a few feet in front of me. I could see the tramlines through her knickers that signalled how hard Miss Frith was wielding the rod across her bottom. And all the time her cunt, modestly gussetted, jerked and clenched like she was in the middle of a gigantic orgasm, right in front of my eyes. It was heaven. At last it was over and I rose, with some difficulty, while she lay sobbing her eyes out. I felt like bursting into a round of applause at the show. Instead I stepped forward and offered my hand to the beaten girl. "Here, Nicola. Let me help you up." She was still dazed at what had happened to her, so when she saw, through the haze of her tears, the object that had caused her to be in this mess she momentarily forgot herself. "Leave me alone, you bastard... Oh no! I'm sorry, Miss Frith. I didn't mean it!" She jumped up from the desk and held her hands clasped in front of her like she was praying. "I'm sorry. I forgot. I'm really sorry." Miss Frith was furious. She stood, hands on hips, her mouth a thin white line. "Nicola Basset-Smythe! I cannot believe what I am hearing. I would have thought that after a punishment like that you would have learned your lesson but obviously not. So not only have you another session planned in two days time over your blatant disregard of school uniform policy but you have earned yourself an extra session next week. Furthermore I am minded to let Simon carry out the punishment as your attitude towards him has obviously not changed." "No, please, Miss," she dropped to her knees. It was delightful. "Not him, please, I will be good, but don't let him do it to me!" "Get up, young lady. You should have thought about the consequences before you started hurling foul-mouthed abuse about like a fishwife. Simon will administer the punishment on both occasions and I had better hear that you had apologised to him properly before the next session. Do I make myself clear?" "Oh God, no". The enormity of what was going to happen to her was sinking in. "There is no point in defiling the name of the Deity, young lady. Just answer my question and look at me when you say it." She gulped. "Yes, Miss" "Now you know what you have to say?" Nicola's face grew brighter as she struggled to say the words "Thank you for correcting my behaviour, Miss Frith" "Right, now thank Simon for being a witness to your punishment." She looked at me, gulping furiously trying not to cry. "Thank... er.. you for witnessing my punishment." "That's better, and..." "Miss Frith," I interrupted, gently. "Yes, Simon?" "Can you postpone the punishment until next week, please? I think she needs time to recover". I had the germ of a plan forming. "What a kind boy," she turned to Nicola, "Unlike some I could mention. Okay, as you asked, next week it is, shall we say Thursday?" she was talking to me, ignoring Nicola completely. I nodded and we were ushered out. Our paths parted. She went to the ladies' bathroom to put a cold, wet, towel on her burning rump and I went to the men's. I had a raging erection to subdue. *************************************************************** Wednesday morning. "Excuse me, Miss". "Yes, Simon?" "I was wondering if we could bring the punishment forward to this afternoon? I have a Biology practical assignment I was hoping to finish and I have the heard the labs will be free tomorrow." That is fine by me." "Thank you, Miss Frith. Would you like me to tell Nicola?" "If you would, please. I have to meet the board of governors in ten minutes time and so I shall not be around until later. I will fetch you both from your class when I have finished my meeting" "Thanks, Miss Frith". This was getting better and better. I found Nicola sitting by herself in the quad. I sat on the bench next to her. "Looking forward to tomorrow?" I asked. "Leave me alone, haven't you done enough?" "Me? I've done nothing, all this you've done yourself. I must say that I'm going to enjoy it though, I've even been weigh-training so I make a proper job of it." She turned to me and hissed, "You bastard. If you hurt me I'll get you." I looked shocked. "You haven't learned much have you Nicola? Just for that I'll give it to you extra hard. I was going to ease up. But not now I won't. I might even tell Miss Frith that you swore at me again." Her eyes flew open. "She wouldn't believe you and.." I interrupted her. "She's more likely to believe me than you. Anyway its true" I could see her eyes misting up. "Listen, Nicola, I won't tell her if you do something for me" "What do you want?" she asked dully. I could hardly keep the excitement out of my voice. "Give me your knickers, Nicola. I want your knickers" She jumped up and glared. "You pervert. I'm not going to do that, I won't and you can't make me" "Suit yourself," I shrugged, "If I don't have your knickers in my hand by lunch time I'm telling Miss Frith you swore again" She turned and stumbled away, crying. At lunch time she sidled up to me and tried to slip something into my hand. It was her knickers, still warm. "What's this?" I said, loudly. Several people turned and stared. "You know what it is," she whispered. "What?" "What you asked for, you know," another whisper. "Know what? Refresh my memory" "My knickers. It's my knickers." She looked around and blushed furiously as a few of the students strained to hear what she was saying. Nicola and the nerd. This was hot gossip. I put them in my pocket and turned away. She laid a hand gently on my arm. "You won't forget, will you?" "Forget what?" I looked puzzled. "You know, about my swearing." "You want me to remember?" I asked incredulously. "No. Yes. Well, to remember to forget. Oh, you know what I mean," she stumbled over the words. "I've forgotten already," I smiled. Nicola spent most of the afternoon pulling the hem of her skirt down. My plan was going to work! About halfway through History, Miss Frith entered the class and spoke quietly to the teacher who announced, "Will Nicola and Simon please accompany Miss Frith to her office now?" Nicola sat there mortified as I rose. "Now Miss Basset-Smythe, if you please," scolded the teacher. Some of the students sniggered. When we stepped into the corridor and the door was closed Nicola said. "Please Miss, can I use the toilet?" "You should have thought about that earlier. No you may not, now follow me." Nicola, I could see, was floating in a haze of indecision. She dropped back a little and grabbed my arm. "Please can I have them back?" she whispered. Before I could reply Miss Frith turned and said "Come along you two, I haven't got all day and let go of Simon's arm, Nicola" At last we arrived. "Right, as this is becoming quite a regular event I think you know what to do, Nicola. So take your skirt off and bend over." "Please Miss, can I take it on the skirt? Just this once, you can increase the number if you like but please don't make me take my skirt off!" "You will do as you are told, young lady." Miss Frith was getting angry again. Still Nicola hesitated. "I will double the strokes if you don't do as you are told this instant. I just cannot believe that you have learned so little from your last encounter in this room. Now remove that skirt or you will be beaten in front of the whole school." White-faced and shaking Nicola unzipped her skirt, but still held onto it afraid to let it drop. "Drop it, you impertinent girl. NOW!" I'd never seen Miss Frith quite so livid with rage. Her face was bright red and her eyes sparkled. Nicola gulped and dropped the skirt, immediately putting her hands in front of her bush of pubic hair. I could have beaten her with my cock. It was so stiff it was like a club. I was wearing tight underpants so it wouldn't show, so it was bringing tears to my eyes. This was fantastic. Miss Frith went ballistic! At first she couldn't say anything, she was so enraged, but then she strode across the room and grabbed Nicola's ear, causing her hands to fly up giving me an uninterrupted view of her cunt, with its silky hair. "You disgusting little strumpet!" shouted Miss Frith "How dare you walk around this school with no knickers? This is a respectable school, not a bordello. In all my years of teaching I've never seen anything like it. What have you got to say for yourself?" "Please, Miss," Nicola sobbed. "It's not me, it's Simon." "What do you mean? What has he got to do with it?" "He asked me for them and I gave them to him." "Why?" asked Miss Frith, still seething with rage, but she was a fair teacher and so she gave Nicola the opportunity to give her side of the story. Now Nicola was in a quandary. She couldn't tell Miss Frith why she had been forced to hand over her knickers for swearing again, but then again she had now accused me and so she had to come up with some plausible story. "I...er..he..er....said he wanted them." As she said it she realised it sounded lame. "And so you gave them to him?" Nicola nodded, tears rolling down her face. "Just like that?" A nod. "I've not heard such a tale in all my life. So where are they now?" she asked. "In his pocket, Miss" She turned to me. I was doing my best to look shocked. "Please empty your pockets, Simon. I think we need to get to the bottom of this right now." "Yes Miss Frith," I said. They were empty, of course. I'm not that stupid. "They're not here, Miss Basset-Smythe. How do you explain that?" "He's hidden them," she wailed. "Look in his locker or his gym bag. Please Miss, it's true!" She was allowed to put her skirt on and we went to my locker. A thorough search yielded nothing in the lingerie line. Nicola was now getting frantic. "Right, let's look in your locker, Nicola," said Miss Frith 'Yes, Yes, Yes,' I thought. They were there. I'd been watching her for so long now that I'd seen her use the combination at least a dozen times. I was going to break in and steal some of her clothes, to masturbate over, but this situation yielded so many more possibilities. Miss Frith held them up in distaste. "Are these the offending articles, Nicola?" she asked, nastily. Nicola stood there in a complete state of shock. I could imagine the thoughts whirring in her head. How? Why? Oh God, now what? She nodded miserably. "I think we had better go back to my office and discuss this situation, don't you?" Miss Frith asked Nicola with barely contained fury. When we arrived back, Miss Frith seated herself behind her desk, looked at me, and said "Now before we discuss this disgraceful episode I would like to know whether she has apologised for her behaviour towards you before?" I tried very hard to put the hurt reasonableness into my voice (I think I succeeded too), "She's probably been busy, Miss Frith. Maybe she forgot, I don't mind. Really I don't." Miss Frith turned to Nicola and with icy calm starting ticking points off on her fingers. "I cannot believe what I have witnessed today, Miss Basset-Smythe. I know that you campaigned against boys being here in the school referendum {that was news to me} but I just cannot believe that you would behave so badly towards them now they are here. First of all you physically attacked a kind and courteous young man {I swear to God I blushed}, but you also verbally abused him using language that is seldom heard even at the docks. Then you had the nerve not to apologise when you were specifically told to...." "But Miss, I was going to but...." "Be quiet! I think you are in enough trouble as it is. Now let me finish without interruptions if you don't mind. Right." she drew a deep breath and continued. "Now I find that you have the effrontery to walk around the school with no underwear, like a trollop and, to add insult to injury, when you are confronted you try to lay the blame off on this innocent boy. I'm not sure what this young man has ever done to you but I find your behaviour disgusting and unbecoming to a school like Saint Augustines. So much so that I am minded to recommend your expulsion" Nicola burst into tears sobbing audibly. "So, what have you got to say for yourself?" "I'm sorry, Miss." "Is that all? What has this boy ever done to you? Why did you lash out at him when I saw you in the corridor?" "He was trying to help me with my books, Miss" "Is that all?" Nicola nodded. "So why did you attack him?" "Because I didn't want his help, Miss" "That is hardly an excuse for attacking someone and spouting a torrent of abuse. This young man, who has only been here a few weeks and who needs our help in settling in, is physically assaulted merely for trying his best to be courteous and helpful. I find myself at a loss as to what I must do with you. However the school founders have the perfect solution, even though it hasn't been used in over 10 years". She stopped and picked up the telephone, leaving us both in a lather of anticipation. "Ah, Miss Goodall, it's Miss Frith. Please make three copies of the Disciplinary Overseers Ordinance and bring them to my office. Thank You." "Now, as I see it, Miss Basset-Smythe, you can either agree to the use of the ordinance or I can recommend you for expulsion. You understand what that means, don't you?" Again Nicola nodded. She knew all right, she'd probably fail her exams if she had to go to a state school, she'd have no friends and her father, the Right Honourable Lord Archibald Basset-Smythe would probably disown her. It was too awful to contemplate. Just then the door opened and Miss Goodall, the Principal's secretary entered and handed the papers to Miss Frith. She smirked at Nicola as she left. "Right, I have a copy here for both of you. I suggest you read it before we go any further" said Miss Frith, handing the paper to us. Nicola handled hers like it was dynamite. Which, in a way, it was! The language was a bit quaint, being very old English and all. But the content was clear enough. I just couldn't believe what I was reading, this was cosmic! Basically the document stated that if a girl was found to be wilfully and consistently abusing the rules of the school then she would have a disciplinary overseer assigned to her who would be on call to correct any errant behaviour she might have. The overseer had the right to punish the miscreant in any way they saw fit including, but not limited to, corporal punishment. The severity, timing, frequency and location would be at the discretion of the overseer. In plain English she would have to do what I wanted or I got to thrash her, anytime, anywhere. All I wanted when I hatched my plan was to get to see her cunt when she was bent over, now I got the lot. If she agreed, that is. Nicola read the document with wide eyes. She couldn't believe it. This was England and the 1990s. This was barbaric. It just couldn't be happening to her. "So," said Miss Frith, pointing to the paper held tightly in Nicola's trembling hands. "Do you agree to the terms of the ordinance or do I have to recommend your expulsion?" Nicola sobbed quietly. Then after a long pause she nodded and said quietly "Yes Miss. I agree to the ordinance". What else could she do? I felt like doing handsprings but I suppressed my excitement. "Simon, do you agree to be Nicola's overseer for the rest of this year?" I tried to look a little apprehensive. "It's a big responsibility, Miss Frith. Do you think I am up to it?" "Of course I do, dear boy, or I wouldn't have asked." "But what if I make a mess of it?" Miss Frith smiled. "What a conscientious boy you are, Simon. I am positive that you will do a good job, it would be helpful to me if you accept." I appeared to think about it for a moment, pausing to look at Nicola who stood shaking in fear next to me. "Okay, Miss Frith. I'll do it." I paused. "For you". Liar! "Good boy. Now we must complete the formalities." We all signed. Me to accept the task of overseer, Miss Frith as the witness and Nicola as the disciplinee. After we signed Miss Frith stood up and said, "Right. Now that is over we still have some unfinished business. Remove your skirt and bend over my desk. It is time Simon got a taste of his new-found responsibilities." "But Miss, I'm not wearing any knickers, he'll see me!" "You should have thought about that when you declined to wear any. Now take off that skirt or I will do it for you and then I'll thrash you after Simon has finished." Blushing furiously, Nicola complied. She was a vision of loveliness. Her bottom, with the faint traces of the bruises from last week was beautifully round and almost perfect. Her legs were long and gracefully curved. Her cunt, which she tried her best to cover by squeezing her thighs together, looked tiny and virginal, the little pink ruffles barely visible. I stood holding the cane. This was like a lifetime of fantasies all rolled into one. There was the girl of all my desires draped decorously across a battered oak desk while I stood with the instrument of her pain. I nearly came in my pants there and then. I took a deep breath and tapped her bottom lightly to gauge the distance, licking my lips in anticipation as I saw her flinch. Then I raised the cane high and far behind my head. I wish a famous photographer could have captured the moment. Lady Nicola Basset-Smythe, bare-assed and ready for a flogging. A rich haughty bitch from the land-owning classes. And me. A scholarship boy. My family had no money, my father had been a miner, my mother a cleaner. Now the cream of the gentry, one hundred and somethingth in line to the throne, was about to be turned into a squirming vessel of pain as a working class boy, whom she despised, vented his frustration on her defenceless body. SWIIIIISH CRAAAACK! "YEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWW" I was sure that she would try to control herself to deny me the satisfaction of hearing her scream. So I decided to lay it on a bit. I was a keen tennis player (sadly with little talent) so my right arm had quite a bit of power and now I used it with all my strength. The cane cut through the air with a tearing hiss and I actually felt the shudder of the impact through my arm as it buried itself deep into the topmost curve of her ass. The cane bounced back and I marvelled as the bone white stripe suddenly blossomed into a fiery red, with twin tracks marking the stroke of the rod. She wriggled off the table and writhed sensuously on the floor. All thoughts of modesty gone as the pain attacked her in waves. "AAArgh, No Aargh, please, please. Ah, it hurts, it hurts so bad!" she babbled. Miss Frith reached down and pulled her up by her hair. Nicola stood jogging on the spot as her hands tried to massage the pain away. "Have some dignity, Miss Basset Smythe. Now get back over that table", turning to me as Nicola draped herself unwillingly. "Will you repeat that stroke for me Simon?" SWIIIIISH CRAAAACK! The same thing happened again. The dance, the screams, the pleading. I was in nirvana. This was great! On the fourth stroke she still had six to go. Every last one of them had her leaping off the table. I draped the cane along my leg and said, "Please Miss Frith, I don't want to keep beating her all night, it isn't fair. Maybe if we restrained her then I could finish and we can get this over with." I looked concerned. "I am concerned about her." "Dear kind boy. Now I really am certain that I made the right choice. Of course we can restrain her, she really is acting very unladylike. Here." She handed me some silk ropes that looked like house robe cords. "Use these." So I found myself tying her to the desk. Her arms I pulled forward and tied them to the front legs. Then I tied a rope around each ankle and, pulling her legs wide open (She screeched "no no" but we ignored her - after all it was for her own good, wasn't it?), I tied them to the back legs of the desk. I lifted her hips slightly (my first touch!) and pushed a cushion under her hips. This pushed her ass out and further widened her cunt. "To stop her getting any discomfort from the edge of the desk, Miss," I explained. Miss Frith beamed and nodded. My helpless little lust-bucket, bent over and ready for my not so tender ministrations. I looked at her widespread cunt and imagined my cock sliding inside the dry, tight hole. I shook my head to clear the image, I didn't want to blow it now. The six strokes were over in less than a minute. She screamed, she howled, she pleaded, she wriggled, she did everything she could but I was relentless and I used all my strength. She'd remember this for a long time and that fitted in nicely with the new plan I was forming in my mind. We left her bent over as Miss Frith treated me to a cup of tea. I sat opposite the cunt then I noticed something, her pussy lips were swelling. It must be the rush of blood to her genital area (I was good at theoretical biology). My God, she was getting wet down there. I distracted Miss Frith, God knows how she'd read that, she'd probably just expel her anyway and I didn't want that. So we untied Nicola. Her sobs had died down to quiet hiccups and she moved stiffly and sluggishly as she struggled to pull her tight skirt back over her cruelly-marked bottom. Miss Frith read her the riot act and forced her to thank me for 'correcting' her. I nearly said it was my pleasure. Well it certainly wasn't hers. Then Miss Frith went to the cupboard and, after a bit of rummaging, pulled out a long leather tube, complete with a strap. In faded letters it had 'Miscreant' tooled into it. She draped it over Nicola's neck so it hung like a beauty queen winner's sash, the tube hanging down her back. She then clipped a small notebook to the bottom of the scabbard so it bounced on Nicola's hip when she walked. It was the punishment book, where I was to enter every punishment. Miss Frith went back to the cupboard and removed a new cane. This one was bright yellow and dull through little or no use. 'I'll change that,' I thought. She pushed it into the scabbard. It was now Nicola's personal cane. "You will wear that for the rest of the year, young lady. Simon is now your overseer and you will address him as such. He may address you in whatever fashion he likes but we prefer either miscreant, disciplinee or trainee. If you are guilty of any infraction, Simon will be called and will administer corrective punishment. If you do not submit to a lawful punishment, or he has any cause to complain to me, then you will be publicly caned on your bare bottom, in front of the whole school and then expelled. Now is that clear?" "Yes Miss," barely a whisper. "Good," she looked at her watch, "It is nearly time for tea, so both of you run along" We both turned and made for the door, my hand was on the knob as Miss Frith called to Nicola. "Haven't you forgotten something, Nicola?" Nicola turned, puzzled. Miss Frith was holding Nicola's knickers on one finger. "If you don't want a repeat of that punishment then I suggest you dress yourself properly" Nicola winced audibly as she pulled the coarse cotton knickers over her burning rump. ***************************************************************** ** Once outside I put my hand on her arm, but she tried to shrug it off. I gripped her arm harder and spun her to face me. "I don't think you fully realise your situation," I said mildly. "What do you mean?" "You've read the ordinance. You have to do as you are told, or," I jerked my thumb towards Miss Frith's room "I'll be forced to cane you again." "You wouldn't," she sniffled. "Try me!" We looked at each other for a few seconds then her eyes dropped to the floor. "Right" I said, all business-like. "Meet me on the edge of the hockey field after tea." She nodded. "What do you say?" "What do you mean?" "What are you supposed to call me?" "Overseer." She blushed. "That's right, so say it properly." "I will meet you on the edge of the hockey pitch after tea, Overseer" "That's better. Right we had better go or we'll miss tea." She moved towards the ladies. I called her back. "Where are you going?" "To the ladies, er, overseer. My bum smarts and I want to cool it off." "Oh no you don't," I said. "It's meant to smart. You can sit on it all through tea and remember just who did it to you. Maybe you'll be inclined to treat people a bit better in future. Now get in to tea or I'll cane you right here and now!" "You wouldn't!" "You keep questioning my intentions, don't you? I'd do what I told you if I was you or I'll cane you in the dining room, in front of everybody." The power was unprecedented. I felt my chest would burst. In the dining room, I could see her squirming on her seat, but I chose to ignore her. The other students looked open mouthed at the scabbard and the cane but, unsurprisingly, didn't comment on it. **************************************************************** After tea we met as planned and I indicated that we strolled to the other side of the field where there was a bench. Once there I bade her sit which she did, slowly. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "Let me make you more comfortable before we start. Take off your knickers, Nikki." "Please don't make me. That's how I got into this mess. You made me do it. Now you get to cane me whenever you want. It's not fair!" She put her head in her hands and sobbed. "Have you finished?" I asked mildly. I could see her inner struggle. Finally she looked up through red rimmed eyes. "Right," I said. "Knickers, please." I held out my hand. Sighing resignedly she stood and put her hands under her skirt. Standing stooped like that she glanced around. There was no-one near but there were some other students over by the gym a few hundred yards away. "Can I go behind a tree or something?" she asked pleadingly. "No! Do it now or I'll be testing that cane." "Oh, you are a beast!" she sobbed as she hooked her thumbs over the elastic of her knickers and, in one fluid motion, pulled them down. She stood upright and I swear I saw her shudder as she handed them to me. I felt the heat of them. That ass must be sore! "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" she just stared at me. "Okay, if that's the way you want it. I think a little reminder is in order. I am NOT a beast. I am your overseer. In other words, your.." I tasted the word on my tongue, "Master". Again she shuddered deliciously. "And I have to teach you a bit of respect. To spare your blushes we will go into the woods, but woe betide you if you try to resist. If you do I'll cane you in front of the whole school." "Oh, please don't beat me again. I couldn't stand it!" she plucked at my shirt. "Do something else. I'll do anything....even...er...that!" "What?" I asked intrigued. "You know... that." I looked puzzled. "Oh, don't make this hard. You know what I mean, going all the way {furious blush}, sex?" "You mean to save yourself from another caning you are prepared to have sex with me?" She nodded miserably. Interesting! it didn't take long to break her down. This cane must be more potent than I thought. I stepped closer to her and touched the side of her face. It was feverish and damp with salt tears. I then reached behind her and withdrew the cane from its scabbard. "Maybe you really are a slut," I said mildly. "Trying to get me to fuck you {she flinched} . Listen if I decide I want to screw you it will be on my terms, not yours. Now get behind those trees and take off your skirt. No, better still remove all your clothes. I think you need to really appreciate your punishment" "You can't. Oh no, you can't make me. Please" "Ha! Just a second ago you were begging me to fuck you, now you don't want to be seen naked. What a screwed up chick you are. Never mind, a few sessions with our mutual friend here," I patted the cane in the palm of my hand "and I think I can straighten you out." I paused. "Are you still here? Get behind that tree or I'll strip you naked here and now and give you twelve." Her body was magnificent. Firm pouty breasts, tapered waist flaring down to her swelling hips and the shadow of her sex nestled in its silken haired cave. No wonder artists wanted to reach for their canvas as soon as they saw a beautiful naked woman. "Okay," I said. "If you co-operate I will only give you one". That alone would be hell I thought on a sore bottom like hers. I got her to clear the branches from the clearing that we stood in, so I wouldn't trip. Then I made her bend over. She gripped her knees so tightly I could see her knuckles going white. I ordered her to change her stance, open your legs, bend over a little more, lift your head and face forward. You know the sort of thing. It took nearly ten minutes to get her positioned right and all the time she shuddered in the fear that someone would stumble upon us. Finally I was ready, but first I had one last adjustment to make. I picked up the scabbard and held it to her mouth. "Bite down on this," I said. "If you scream then people will come running and will see you like this." As she bit down I noticed older teeth marks in the worn leather. I walked nearly a hundred yards away and started my run. It was exhilarating flying across that clearing cane held high. Finally, just before I reached her, I gave a little skip, that I learned on the cricket field, and whirled the cane around with all my strength and body weight. The force of the impact nearly lifted me off my feet. The effect on her was remarkable. She leapt into the air, legs whirling like a Tom and Jerry cartoon. Then proceeded to run around the clearing, breasts bouncing unashamedly, scabbard tightly clenched in her teeth like a bridle, hands frantically clutching her excruciatingly painful backside. Finally I'd had enough and I grabbed her arm, motioning her to get dressed then meet me outside on the bench. Ten minutes later she rejoined me. She looked a picture, her face red and puffy from crying. She was in the standard school uniform of dark blue skirt that came a little below mid thigh. A dark blue 'V' neck pullover, white shirt and dark blue tie. White socks, that stopped short just below the knee, completed the picture. It was hardly believable that this picture of loveliness had a red throbbing bottom under that short skirt and it was all my own work. "Sit down" I said. "I'd rather stand," she hiccuped "Sit!" I said. She did so very gingerly. A deep breath, trying to slow my trip hammer heart. "Right. Now I think we should get to understand each other's position. After all it is going to be how things are for the next few months. That sound fair to you?" "Yes," a small voice. "Okay to start off I think you'll find me firm but fair. I won't beat you senselessly but only when I have to. Like earlier on. When I tell you to do something then you will do it, or you will be finding it painful to stand never mind sit. Am I making myself clear?" She gulped, tears trickling down her face as she started to grasp the enormity of it all. "Is that clear? Or do you want to go back into the woods?" "Yes, yes, its clear!" "Yes, what?" "Sorry. Yes, Overseer." "That's better. Okay then, we'll get along fine. Just as a little test of your obedience, I am going to require that you don't wear any knickers during the day." She murmured a protest but I put my finger to her lips. "Don't worry, I've thought about Miss Frith doing a spot check on you. Every morning after breakfast I shall do a knicker check in front of the lunchroom. Quite a few people will be able to see that you are wearing the regulation navy blues, or plain whites. See I know quite a bit about these rules. I've spent the last few weeks standing in a strategic spot on the stairs. There's not much I don't know about the knickers in this school." She muttered something, all I caught was ".....pervert....." "Yes, that's me. Number one school perv and thanks to a brilliant campaign and some two hundred year old bullshit you are completely under my control. That rule was written for when this was an all girls school and there were sadistic, but rarely sexual, overtones. The governors hadn't even thought about our situation. Now they can't do a thing. They'd all lose face, you'd have to be expelled and me.... well lets just say I'll be the injured party and I might just hit the school with a big lawsuit. I'd probably win too." Another breath. "Anyway, as I was saying. Every morning we'll have a little public knicker checking. This will get back to Miss Frith who won't bother to check afterwards. Straight after you will take your knickers off and give them to me. I will keep them and, if you're good, then I'll hand them back just before you go to bed. Okay?" "Yes" faint. "Which means that for the rest of the day you must be on your best behaviour because if I have cause, or am called on by one of the teachers to mete out a public caning then you'll be showing everyone your assets. I hope this is going in." A tearful hiss. "Yes." "Finally, one last thing. Before breakfast we will meet somewhere and I will draw, with a ball-point, a line on your leg. This will be the length of your hem-line for the day. You will roll your skirt up so the hem exactly matches the line. I will be checking several times a day. So you'd better not rub the line off or allow your hem-line to deviate. Is that clear?" Now she just mouthed the word. Yes. "Okay, now that wasn't too hard. You keep this up and we'll get along fine." I looked at my watch. "Soon be prep time, stand, up Nikki." "Don't call me that, please." "Why not. I'm not good enough eh? What about if we go back for a little session back there. I bet that'd smart with burning buns eh?" A sigh. "I'm sorry, Overseer. I meant to say please call me Nikki." I smiled. "Better! I thought we were losing it for a minute there. Okay, now that's out of the way I repeat my order. Stand up, Nikki." She stood and beckoning here forward I got her to pull her hem-line up and down , before I drew a line on her leg about two inches higher than her skirt normally went. "Okay, that's today's hem-line." I carried on as she adjusted her skirt until the hem lay parallel with the line. Good! "Right. I think we'd better go or we'll be late" I heard her sigh, a great whoosh of breath. Her ordeal was over for the day. As we walked back to prep I made her walk in front. I wanted to stare at those beautiful swaying buttocks under that short skirt. Buttocks that I controlled. I was going to enjoy myself tonight. Soon I'll be able to use less manual methods of getting off. Soon, but not yet. ***************************************************************** The boys all had separate rooms. The girls slept in dorms. It was because the idea of boys was new and so they had to purchase a 'house' for us. It was a converted hotel with single rooms. Ensuite too. Beethoven House. I dunno why they chose Beethoven. All the other houses were named after famous women. Pankhurst, Curie, Florence Nightingale and so on. So I can understand why it had to be named after a man. But Beethoven! So I slept with her knickers over my face and must have beat my meat most of the night. I woke up and thought that it had been just a dream, but there were her knickers. It was no dream this was real. I couldn't wait to get into school. I saw Nicola in the foyer, her scabbard neatly over her shoulder, obviously waiting for me. I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought I'd gone too far last night and she'd done a flit. I'll say one thing, the English upper classes are tough in adversity, I'll give them that. "Morning. Are you ready?" "Yes." I raised an eyebrow. "Er, Overseer" "Right! Room 10 will be empty I think" Once there I marked her leg right on her natural hem-line. I wanted to go easy on her first day. "Thank you, Overseer," she said when she saw the position of the mark. I clapped my hands together and, rubbing them together like I was washing, I said "Right! Time for breakfast, I think." ***************************************************************** "Can I have your attention, please!" Miss Frith shouted over the hubbub in the staff room. She waited until the noise died down. "Thank you. The reason I've asked you to meet early was that I have an important announcement to make. You may already have heard the rumours last night. Well I can confirm them as true. Yesterday at around 3:30 I had cause to issue an ordinance." You could have heard a pin drop. Then the sudden babble of voices. "My word!" "We haven't had one of those for..." "What's an ordinance?" Suddenly a voice rose over the rest. "Who is the disciplinee?" someone was clearly up to speed with school protocol. "Nicola Basset-Smythe" "Good Lord" "Good looking girl" "Never realised she was naughty, well I never" The voice again. "Who is the overseer?" "Simon Granger" The babble increased in volume. "unusual step......... must keep up with the times... she won't be naughty again" Miss Frith clapped her hands for silence. "Some of you understand what this means. I look to you to tell your colleagues. There is a copy on the notice-board. In short if there is any infraction by the disciplinee then it must be reported to the overseer who will deal with it. You need not discipline her in any way. Her discipline is now wholly his job. Thank you for your time. I believe it is time for assembly." ***************************************************************** There were two large alcoves in the school corridor, opposite each other. They held benches and coat racks. I was sitting on the end of one bench my legs sticking out into the corridor. She stood a couple of feet back from the front of the alcove opposite. "Okay," I said loudly. "Knicker inspection!" Several nearby girls heard me and drifted over in time to see Nicola lift her skirt for me. I got her to pose for several seconds while the girls smirked. Then I signalled to her to drop the skirt. "Will one of you girls please countersign this note to Miss Frith that confirms that Nikki here is wearing regulation underwear. The girls looked at each other then a medium height blonde stepped forward. Jenny Bradshaw I think. "I'll sign. This isn't anything kinky, is it?" A couple of the girls giggled. I shook my head solemnly. "I was asked to confirm that she is wearing the regulation school uniform, that's all." "Okay where do I sign?" I indicated where and after the formalities were over I gave the note to Nikki to give to Miss Frith. "What a clever boy," mused Miss Frith, never suspecting that Nikki's knickers were balled in my pocket as she stood before the deputy head. After that, classes. A lot of the time I have separate tuition. Not because I'm backward but because I have a rare knack with mechanical and electronic systems. The school governors were fascinated so they turned over a previously disused, but wonderfully re-equipped, workshop to me. This was where I had many of my lessons and carried out my experiments. So there I was when the young first former came panting to the door. "Please, is Simon..." she glanced down at the paper in her hand, "Granger here?" "Yes I'm here what do you want?" "Miss Stewart, the maths teacher has asked you to come. She said you'd know what it was about if I mentioned Nicola Basset-Smythe." 'Damn.' I hadn't thought of this nuisance. I'd better deal with this with severity or I'll always be getting called out of class. I followed the skipping girl to Miss Stewarts form room. I tapped on the door and heard "Come in." I saw Nikki standing, looking downcast, at the front of the class. "Yes, Miss Stewart, you sent for me?" "Yes, I did, Simon. I believe that you deal with the discipline of this girl?" A Buzz went around the class at this titbit of news. " Yes, I do, Miss Stewart." "Well I have the displeasure of informing you that she was caught talking in my class. The other girl has been punished so I will leave Nicola to you then?" "Yes thank you Miss Stewart. Shall I take her from your classroom so you can continue with your lesson?" "Please Simon". What a nice boy, no wonder he had got this job. I beckoned to Nikki. She trailed behind me as I searched for an empty classroom. Finally I found one and pulled her in, closing and locking the door. "You stupid girl!" I said. "The school-day is barely starting and already I'm having to cane you. Whatever came over you?" "It wasn't me it was Wendy Frostcliff. She did all the talking all I did was look at her just as Miss Stewart happened to glance over. All she got was detention". She had the whiny, scared voice of a frightened young girl explaining a misdemeanour to a stern father. My balls lurched. Shit! Hard-on time again. I forced a sigh. A man's work is never done. "Okay," wearily. "Take your skirt off." "But I'm not wearing any knickers" "Do we have to go through this every time? I know you are not wearing knickers. I've got them, don't you remember?" I continued before she could answer. "The sooner we can get this over then the sooner we can all get back to class. You might not like schoolwork and would prefer to spend your time gossiping but I happen to enjoy what I do. So your reluctance is beginning to piss me off. Drop the skirt, Nicola, or this will be a public one!" Shocked at my tone of voice she hastily complied. Oh God, that pussy again. I could hardly wait until I could have it. Nearly time, not quite yet. "Right, Nikki. I was going to limit it to 3 but your insubordination {see I can use long words too} has got me annoyed so I think I'll make it 6. Now bend over" "Noooo" she wailed. "Please not 6. You cane so hard. You hurt, you really do, I don't think I can stand 6. Please give me some other punishment. Anything at all!" "Are you offering to fuck me again, Nikki?" She flushed scarlet in confirmation. "You really must be a horny slut. I don't want to fuck you. I just want to punish you and get back to my work. So get bent over or I'll be really pissed" Her bottom was a mass of purple/black stripes from the flogging I'd given her yesterday. A beating on this would be absolute agony. Whilst I felt sorry for her my subconscious was telling me that it would be better to reinforce my control early or I'd never get any work done at all. SWIIIIISH CRAAAACK! "YEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWW" This time she managed to stay on the desk, but the straining ligaments in her neck, her bone white knuckles and clenching buttocks confirmed that the lesson had been driven home. I perched on a nearby desk while I studied her rear, tapping the tip of my finger on my lip. Thinking. "Okay Nikki, stand up," I said after a while. "I didn't tell you to touch your bottom did I? No? So don't do it. Put your hands on your head, that will keep them out of mischief." It also allowed me to study her crotch. "I am not going to give you the balance of your strokes..." Gulp. "Thank you overseer" "..however this is temporary. I may decide to re-impose them later so they haven't gone away, they are merely held in abeyance {I'm becoming more like a teacher - this power stuff seems to make you want to talk down to people doesn't it?}. I expect something in return." I saw the shadow of fear flit across her face. "First a few questions. Number one, are you a virgin?" "That's nothing to do with you," she replied hotly. So some spirit did exist after all. I shrugged. "Fair enough. You are probably right. Okay get bent over I think we'll just get on with the things that are to do with me." "Yes. I'm, er, a virgin!" quickly. "I'm not really interested, get bent over." "Pleeeease. Simon. Don't hit me again. It hurts!" "It is meant to hurt" I said indifferently. "Now get bent over or I'll get really pissed and then you'll really regret it." Slowly, reluctantly, weepingly, she complied. Once again her hindquarters were thrust, invitingly, towards me. Naked, defenceless. I added another stripe to the living canvas presented to me. Hard! Once she had stopped yelping I told her to get up again. "That was for your talking back to me and not answering my questions. You still have 5 strokes held over. So are you a little bit more prepared to co-operate?" "Yes, Overseer. I'm sorry. I won't do it again" "Good. So let's start again. Are you a virgin?" "Yes, Overseer. I'm a virgin" "See, I am easier to talk to than you thought," I smiled. "Okay, next question. Have you ever masturbated yourself?" "Oooh God," she moaned, eyes closed. "I'm waiting for an answer and my cane is getting awfully itchy!" "Yes," a small voice. "Fine. Did you orgasm whilst you were doing it?" She nodded dumbly, her blush extending down her neck. "Last one. What is your favourite music?" "Er. Pink Floyd, Overseer," clearly puzzled. 'Curious choice,' I thought. "Okay, Nikki. Now here is what I'd like you to do......" Her face alternated between scarlet and white as I explained what I wanted. She kept glancing at the cane held in my hand. She knew the alternative, I didn't have to vocalise it. Finally she agreed, hesitantly, reluctantly. Great! As she was putting her skirt back on, while I perched on the desk watching, I ventured a couple of extra titbits of information. "Okay, Nikki. As you have been a good girl I've decided that you can wear your knickers for the rest of the day." "Thank you, Overseer." "There is one thing though. You have missed most of your maths lesson and I am concerned about your education. So I'm giving you a one hour detention so you can catch up with your work. I'll get Miss Stewart to arrange it." "Detention! Can you do that?" "I don't see why not. The ordinance said any punishment and that one certainly seems to fit the bill." She could see the point in it. She wasn't happy though. Already I was starting to take over her life and it was only the second day. ***************************************************************** I was sitting in the senior boys' common room. Originally it had been a gym store and consequently it had no windows. So without the artificial lights it was pitch black. The school had promised they would build a new annexe for the boys, but in the meantime it suited my purposes perfectly. I was reclining in one of those overstuffed and threadbare chairs that private schools seemed to buy in bulk for their students to relax in. I was facing another, straighter, chair which was lit by a couple of bright lights borrowed from the photography club. This was in contrast to the rest of the room which was in complete darkness. I looked at my watch. Detention had finished a few minutes previously. Nicola appeared at the door as if on cue. I stood and motioned her towards the brightly lit chair, while I locked the door. She was wearing a CD walkman, which was blasting Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon into her headphones. As planned. I then retreated back to my chair just outside the circle of light, waiting for the show to start. She seemed to hesitate, gulped, then proceeded to put her hand down the front of her skirt. I could see the lump of her hand moving under the coarse material as she sought out her privates. She sat, legs akimbo, on the arm of the hard backed chair and her eyes closed as she moaned. After a few minutes she reached behind her with her free hand and unzipped her skirt. Standing she let it fall. All the time her fingers were frantically working her vagina. She dropped onto the seat of the chair and spread her legs, widely. Her fingers worked on. Her moaning increased and her breath started to come in little gasps. Then she started to push her knickers down over her smooth, creamy thighs, fingers still working. I could see her cunt, shiny with her juices as her sopping fingers worked in and out, in and out. She kicked her legs and her knickers slid down. She stepped one leg out, leaving them dangling on her left ankle. She took advantage of her new freedom to hook her legs over the arms of the chair, presenting me with a clear view of her cunt as her digits diddled. Her free hand moved under her shirt and I could see her massaging her breast. Her breath was becoming more and more ragged and her moans were louder. Suddenly she arched her back, fingers working frantically. "Aaaaargh. Aaaaargh. Hmmmm. Aaaaargh" She thrashed around on the chair, cunt juice glopping onto the seat, as she came. It was one of the most erotic spectacles I had ever seen. A stunningly beautiful girl had just masturbated herself to orgasm right in front of my eyes. I was glad I was recording it. She fell back into the chair, the fingers barely moving now as she drifted in the warmth of her climax. Suddenly she heard a noise, over the sound of her CD. She opened her eyes to find that all the lights were on in the room. Twenty boys stood applauding her. She jumped up. Mortified with shame, she grabbed her skirt and rushed for the door. A few moments fumbling with the door-lock and, with her knickers flapping forlornly around her ankle, she was gone. The boys reckoned it was the best ten pounds worth they had ever spent. I was in profit. ***************************************************************** "That was horrible!" she whimpered. "All those boys...." "Look at it this way. It saved you from a caning and you obviously enjoyed it" "I think I would rather have had the caning" she muttered. "I could arrange that too, if you want" She shook her head. "No please, look, let's forget it, please." "Fine" I said as I crouched down, deciding on today's hem-length. "I think your cunt {another flinch} got a bit overheated last night so I'll cool it down a bit today. A bit of fresh air will do it good." She moaned when she saw the mark on her thigh. Today I'd let her keep her knickers, just in case. ***************************************************************** I felt a touch on my arm. Half expecting it to be Nikki I whirled angrily. It was Jenny Bradshaw. I'd never really noticed her before, as I only had eyes for my beautiful Nicola, but now I saw here close up I realised what a good looking girl she was. 5' 6", long straight blond hair, snub nose, perky tits, long tanned legs. "Yes? What can I do for you?" "Er...listen....er....can we discuss this in private" "Why?" I asked, intrigued. "It's...er...personal" I shrugged. Why not? Once we were safely ensconced in the empty classroom a silence hung on the air as she steeled herself to tell me what was on her mind. Eventually I broke the silence. "Listen. Er..I'm sorry, Jenny, isn't it?" a nod. "Right Jenny. I've got an electronics class coming up and I don't have a lot of time. Is it possible that we can discuss whatever it is that is on your mind at some other time?" "No, it's okay." A pause. I stood up and then the words tumbled out. "You get to cane Nicola don't you?". "So?" "Well I want to watch". There, she'd said it. I shook my head. "Now I don't think that is very ethical do you? How would you like it if you were chastised in front of other girls? Hm?" "I'll make it worth your while. Really worth your while.". Good grief another offer! Two offers in the space of a couple of days. Both from good looking girls. It looks like my virginity wasn't going to last much longer. "Why?" "Cause she's a bitch" "Go on" "Look my family isn't rich. My dad has an auto parts store and he, and mother, have scrimped and saved to send me here, thinking that it would give me a boost in the world, me being the only child and all. I was really looking forward to it, in a girl's comic sort of way, you know tuck boxes, pillow fights in the dorm, sharing secrets under the bedclothes with your best friend...." She caught my eyes and saw my quizzical expression. "..Oh no. I know what you're thinking. Not lesbian stuff, just two girls getting close. Oh you wouldn't understand" Too damn right I wouldn't. I could imagine trying that with one of the boys in my house. Bob Scrivens, captain of Rugby, would tear my arm out and beat me with the soggy end if I even hinted at it. I'll never understand girls, I decided. "Oh God, this is getting nowhere," she continued. "Maybe you should start again," I said gently. "Look to cut it short, Nicola made my life hell. Most of the girls here belong to the country set. Riding to the hounds, grand balls, big name night-clubs. They each have more disposable income than my whole family. Once Nicola found that my family wasn't wealthy then she got the other girls to turn on me". A quiet sob surprised me. My word, she WAS upset! I offered my handkerchief. She snuffled, blew her nose and continued. "At first it was all the usual stuff, calling me the shopkeeper's daughter, apple pie beds and...Oh that's where they fold the sheet over so it only comes half way up the bed. Anyway that sort of thing was easy to cope with. Later it got nastier. Then late last term....." Now she was crying openly. I waited patiently for her to get herself together. When she started again her voice was barely a whisper and she stared at the floor obviously reliving her ordeal, whatever it was. "...Last term they got me in the bathroom. We have communal bathroom you see, four baths in a line. Anyway I had just got out. I was last and the prefect had gone. Nicola came in with three of her friends. They wrestled me to the floor. God it was horrible. I was so helpless. Then they....." More sobs. "They took my virginity with the end of a broom handle." She looked at me with delightfully blurry eyes. "Now you see why I want to see Nicola caned" I did indeed. I nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly it came to me. "You know some of the kids from Bently Hill Comprehensive don't you?" She nodded, puzzled. "Good, now I have a plan. It goes something like this......." Jenny was no longer crying when we left the room. She stood on tip-toe as I unlocked the door and kissed my cheek, calling me a lovely boy. A lovely boy indeed! ***************************************************************** "I won't do it. I won't." She even went as far as to stamp her foot. "Position!" I yelled. "Oh No. You can't cane me for that!" "Position, dammit." Sobbing she pulled up her skirt and bent over. It was a no knickers day. I only gave her one, but it had her on the tips of her toes, head thrown back, howling. "That was for your cheek. Now don't make me have to repeat the dose." " Sorry, Overseer." "That's better. So what do you think about the arrangements?" "They're horrible. It is so demeaning" "True, but kinda fun." "For some," she sniffed "For many," I corrected. "That's the nature of democracy for you. Oops, I forgot. Where you come from they don't much like letting the working man have his say, eh?" "Its not like that, I.." "Shut up, Nikki. You're giving me a headache. Listen, you're going to do it and that's final. Hey, it's not as if you ain't done it before is it?" "It was awful and humiliating!" "Rubbish! From where I was sitting you enjoyed every second of it." "I don't care what you say, I won't do it. You can cane me as much as you like. I'm sure that Miss Frith never had this in mind when she forced me to sign the ordinance" This was starting to get out of hand. I didn't want her thinking of alternatives to the ordinance. Thinking that nothing could be worse than this. "I've got a tape" I said calmly. "What?" "I said I've got a video tape. It's pretty good too, excellent clarity, amazing sound." "Wha..." "A tape of you...You know....frigging yourself. It could make a bomb on the underground market." "You bastard!" she cried. After two more strokes she settled down. "So I'm beginning to think that your alternatives are worse than the action, yeah?" She nodded, miserably. What a nightmare. "So you agree then?" The nod. Slowly. "Right a week next Thursday then. Don't worry about being a little late, the show won't start without you. I promise" Nikki cried. ***************************************************************** Truth was, I hadn't caned her much in the last few weeks. She was Miss Goody Two-shoes in class, so much so her grades has shot up two notches. The teachers were thrilled, Miss Frith was over the moon - her decision having been fully justified. The initial misgivings of the governors were overcome and, best of all, her father had written back giving his consent. I still hadn't fucked her. I was going to but after I'd heard Jenny's story, well it just didn't seem right somehow, anyway I had other ideas for that pussy. I hadn't slept with Jenny either. Whenever I went near her she stiffened. Her mouth said yes, her body said no. So I left it. To get my jollies I just got Nikki to frig herself off to orgasm through her knickers then I slept with them over my face. My balls still ached when I had cause to beat her though. That cunt was so tiny and promised great things. I hadn't had much to do with girls before, as you have probably guessed by now. Oh I knew the mechanics of it and I was sure instinct would take over. However I was still a bit apprehensive so I wanted the girl to be completely willing and co-operative the first time. I didn't just want to beat Nikki into fucking me out of fear. Whoever took my cherry had to really want to. So I bided my time. One of the reasons I hadn't wanted to cane Nikki was that I was busy in my workshop. I got a special dispensation from my house-master to work late, as long as it didn't affect my schoolwork. There was no problem there. I got straight As in every subject, it was all pretty trivial stuff. Anyway I loved learning. I'd made a mould of my erect penis. I had then created a flexible tube out of a large coil spring that was slightly smaller then the mould. I'd then put the steel tube inside the mould and poured molten rubber into it. It took five attempts before I got it right. A lot of my time was spent in disposing of the failures. I'm sure my teachers would have sent me to the funny farm if they'd found life sized models of my privates everywhere. The final article was identical to the original, in every way, except that it was a damn sight more flexible than one of my boners. I'd even got the colour right. Then the tricky bit. Inside I fitted the machine I had been carefully constructing. Sweat poured into my eyes as I worked on the intricate operation. Finally it was ready. A couple of hours of testing followed. Fine. I then made another replica of my prick. This time it was completely constructed out of hard rubber. The cast were assembled. The props were made. It was show-time! ***************************************************************** "It is a great pity," said Mrs Carter-Phillips, Principal of St Augustines school for girls, as she sat sipping tea with her deputy. "One of the unfortunate side effects of having boys here I'm afraid," said Miss Frith. "Well, we can't turn back the clock now. So I've made arrangements for Matron to get in a supply of birth control pills which can be issued discretely to the senior girls." "Not condoms, Principal?" "Oh, no. I've never been very keen on that idea. Imagine what the parents would think if they visited a sick child in the sanatorium and found boxes of those things stacked around the walls. They'd think we were running some sort of bawdy house. Oh no, that wouldn't do at all. The pill is so much more discrete." " A wise move, Principal." A smile. Miss Frith always thought that the Principal looked like Miss Marple and it amused her when she actually used the same phraseology. "However that does still leave us with a problem. We no longer have a head girl." They both sat in silence, sipping their tea, pinkies extended. At last the Principal spoke. "I hear that your little, how shall I put it, er experiment is working out rather well." "Experiment?" "Yes with Nicola Barret-Smythe. Knew her mother, you know, one of our old girls, firey little thing, had her knickers down a few times while she was here" Miss Frith waited until the older woman ceased her reminiscing. "What about her?" "Who? Oh Nicola. Yes I've heard that the ordinance is working out very well. I've checked her punishment book and she has had far less canings than the previous Disciplinee. This young man, er..." "Simon. Simon Granger" "Ah yes, Simon. Yes well it looks like he's being very sensible about the whole thing. Awarding her punishments that mainly involve her in extra study. Frankly I'm very impressed. I hear from the staff that he is a kind, courteous young man. In fact I was thinking that with the new times upon us we might just take this opportunity to break with tradition." "In what way, Principal?" "I was thinking that it might be nice if we had a head boy, instead of a head girl. It would send a signal out to the parents that we are not just a stuffy old school locked in the past. What is his work like?" "First class actually. He is easily our brightest student. He has a design entered in the young electronic designer of the year award you know. My discrete enquiries, you remember Professor Blackstone at Cambridge, well they indicate that he has a very good chance of winning." "Good. In that case I will put it to the Governors next week. I will also sound out the parents on founders day. If they agree, and we must get their agreement because I am hoping for a contribution from them for the new annexe, well, if they agree then we'll announce it after the Founders Day high tea." "Excellent idea, Principal. I'm sure he will be an excellent choice" "Thank you, Irene. More tea?" ***************************************************************** Bently Hill Comprehensive. This was the sort of school I was destined for if my scholarship hadn't come through. Sixties architecture, you know, flat roofs that leaked, metal window frames that warped, over 3,000 kids, well I'm sure you get the picture. The Head Teacher was an ex-media studies lecturer who had found the oppressive atmosphere of the higher echelons of academia too much for him. So he opted for the hurly-burly of a state comprehensive. A pretty run-down one at that. The local education authority had been delighted to get, as they saw it, a man of distinction. A man with a PhD no less. So they'd agreed with alacrity when he suggested that he would like to turn the school into a centre of excellence for the arts. The local education authority had its fair share of closet luvvies. Money poured in, not least from corporate sponsorship. Who knows what talent this could bring out? Very little, was my guess. Anyway the school ended up with a fully equipped theatre. When I say fully equipped I mean it. It had a superb audio visual editing suite, large screen monitors all over the auditorium and a bank of monitors set at the back of the stage providing a wall of vision. Of course the lighting was superb, fully computerised and the whole lot was capable of being controlled via a radio link. The roof still leaked in the main building and the windows still didn't close. Nikki stood shivering miserably in the wings as the audience made its way noisily into the main theatre. "Ready?" I said. "I don't want to do it" "Okay, you've registered your protest, now answer my question. Are you ready? It's nearly curtain time." "I can't!" "Oh, you can and you will." "It's horrible, why are you making me do it?" "Cause I feel like it. Anyway I enjoyed it last time and I'm sure others will too." "What would happen if I refused?" "We've gone through this a dozen times already." My anger was starting to boil now. "You know full well what would happen. I'd be forced to cane you, naked, in front of all these people. They couldn't care less which show they saw. Its all the same to them. Especially if I got Jenny to dress up in those leathers and give it to you. I could you know, it's in the Ordinance." It was too! Well not in so many words, but the ordinance did give me the right to choose a proxy to administer punishment, and Nikki knew it. She knew the ordinance off by heart by now. "Then I'd give them all copies of the tape. To help them get over their disappointment. Oops, that would give the game away wouldn't it? They'd see your face and the uniform. They'd find out who you were. Well, that's just too bad" She started to cry. I went close and held her shoulders. "There, there. Don't worry, you won't be able to see anyone and you'll be wearing the mask. Just pretend they're not there. You don't even have to think about it, I'll be giving you instructions on the radio you'll have in your ears. Talk you through it and I'll also play music to help you relax. Just switch off and enjoy. Pretend it's just a good keep fit tape. It'll soon be over." She still shuddered as she sobbed, hands clasped around her shoulders like she was freezing, eyes staring at the floor a few feet in front of her, unseeing. "It will still be awful" Gently I broke my contact. I reached into my bag and pulled out a half bottle of scotch. "Here, drink some of this. It will help you take your mind off it" She drank, screwing her face up at the unaccustomed taste. The stage was empty save for a gynaecologist's couch placed exactly centre stage. Next to it was a small table on which sat, in erect glory, the second replica of my genitals. Nothing else. The parabolic mikes and remote controlled cameras were out of sight, slung on gantries close to the roof. They would be recording every nuance of the performance and flashing it to the video suite for onward transmission to the main theatre. No-one would miss anything in this show. I reached for the remote control and dimmed the house lights. I then got Jenny to go on stage and announce Nikki. "Ladies and Gentlemen. As a rare treat for you tonight, all the way from the west end, Bradshaw entertainment proudly presents.... Virgin Nikki!" I pushed her and after a moment's hesitation she slunk on stage. I turned up the pulsing, pumping music and she started a slow, sinuous strip. The last couple of weeks of patient choreography were paying off. All the time I was passing instructions to her through the radio mike. Finally she was naked and she crawled around on the couch, striking erotic poses as the music blared. Then, on my cue, she started to massage her breasts, occasionally darting a hand down over her stomach to tease her curls. After a few minutes of this I made her start massaging her pussy. The atmosphere was electric, the audience, boys and girls, stared transfixed as she started to diddle her clit. Faster and faster until she was about to come. I broke in and barked out an order. She was laying on her back by this time, legs in the stirrups and the camera was showing a giant representation of her pussy on the staged sized screen behind her. She couldn't see it though, the mask wouldn't let her. She could only see directly in front through the tiny eye-slits. So she did everything by touch alone. Slowly, without breaking her rhythm, she reached for the fake cock. A bit of fumbling then she got it. I swear I heard her gasp and moan when she felt the size of it {Blush} She brought it to her nether lips and slowly moved it up and down, wetting it with her juices. She had a slight moment of panic as her subconscious told her what she was about to do. I whispered encouragement in her ear. Finally she lined the prick up with her pussy. Slowly, so slowly, she started to push. Her back arched involuntarily and tears squeezed out of her eyes. Nobody noticed as they were all concentrating on the false prick slowly forcing open her pussy lips and her heavy, sobbing, moaning, gasping breathing, which was amplified and boomed over the main speakers. Finally the head popped inside. She was still playing frantically with her clit, trying to juice herself up. She pushed the prick in and out a couple of times then, taking a long deep breath, she pushed hard with both hands, and it slid slowly, painfully into her. She whimpered in agony as something gave way inside her. Nicola Barret-Smythe, scion of one of the noblest families in England, had just deflowered herself, on stage, and in front of nearly 500 people. ***************************************************************** At least one other person lost their cherry that night. You've guessed it, it was me. Jenny was like a woman possessed. She was all over me and I was as horny as hell. Somehow I managed to sneak her into my room (a friend of hers had arranged pillows in the dorm so it looked like she was there sleeping under the covers). Quickly, panting and fencing with our tongues, we undressed. Eager to get at each other. "What about protection?" I gasped. I didn't want to get her pregnant. "Don't worry.....oooh..I'm.....aaaah...on the Pill" Kissing we explored each other's bodies. My hand sought the junction of her legs and, obligingly, she parted them. I humped myself over, then reaching down I placed my rock hard boner against her tiny slit. All the time I was massaging her breasts and tonguing her mouth vigorously. Slowly I pushed. An inch or so. There was something wrong! "Don't stop. Don't stop." She breathed. Then wrapped her legs around me pulling me in. I pushed. "Why did you lie to me?" I asked the next morning. "What does it matter? You enjoyed it, didn't you?" I had to admit it was the best experience of my life, thus far. But the feeling still niggled. "You are, sorry were, still a virgin. So Nikki didn't rape you after all. So why did you tell me that she did?" "You wouldn't have gone through with the show if I had now would you?" "Probably not" "So now you have your answer" "That was a nasty trick. You must really hate her." She sat up in bed, shamelessly flaunting her breasts. "I do. Now I'm even with the bitch." "Well I don't like being used!" She jumped out of bed and stood, hands on hips, scowling at me. "Listen Mr 'I don't like being used,' you got to fuck me, didn't you? And you made over 5 grand with the show. What are you complaining about?" "Don't you ever try anything like that again, you hear or.." "Or what? I'm not your pet cane-slave. You can't do fuck all to me. If you want to work out your frustrations then take it out on that bitches' butt. Just stay out of my face Okay?" With that she grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. She emerged a few minutes later and without a word she flounced out, slamming the door behind her. I lay there thinking. On the plus side I had got laid, she was good too although I didn't have a yardstick to measure her against, and I'd made five grand. Plus I had a professional video. On the other hand I didn't like being made a fool of, especially by a girl. I'd get even. The question was, how? ***************************************************************** "So you're the young fellow that's tanning my daughter's hide, eh?" The large, florid man stood foursquare in front of me, tapping his shooting stick against his boot. "Are you Nicola's father, Sir?" "I certainly am, young man." "In that case, Sir. I have to admit that I am performing the duty placed upon me by the school, to take part in the corrective discipline of your daughter." The man laughed, a hoarse bellow. "I like the cut of your jib young man." "Does that mean you're not angry?" I asked astounded. If some boy had thrashed one of my sisters my father would have buried a shovel in his head. I still can't get a handle on the upper classes. "Angry? Me? No, my boy, far from it. Where I come from there is a saying; Women, Dogs and Old Willow trees all benefit from a sound thrashing on occasion. Done wonders for the gal. She's very polite now, not so full of impertinent comments. Well done, my boy." "Thank you, Sir. I am only doing my duty" "Spoken like a true Army man. I like your style young fella, me lad. How about you join us for a spot of hunting in our Scottish Lodge this Christmas. Ever been hunting, boy?" Despite being called boy I was growing to like this bluff old man, even though I found his tastes in clothes a bit eclectic (I mean, plus fours! I thought they'd died out years ago). "I haven't, sir." "Then you'll join us?" I thought about my parents showing me off to their friends in the little Pit Village from which I sprang. I could always call in for a week before Scotland. That's the best thing about boarding school. Long Holidays. "It would be an honour, sir" "That's settled then. Oh yes and bring your cane" ***************************************************************** 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......." ***************************************************************** I got on really well with Nicola's father. Especially when he found out that I was, in his opinion, a genius with mechanical things. He was a classic car buff and he had this enormous garage stuffed with cars going back to the very early days of the internal combustion engine. I spent hours in there coaxing the engines into life. There's nothing to it, really. Every engine needs fuel, cooling, ignition and lubrication. Give them the correct quantities at the right time and they will work. The old duffer nearly had an orgasm when I coaxed the ancient Di Souza into life. From that point on I could do no wrong. Nicola wasn't exactly overjoyed to have me staying. Particularly as I had brought her cane with me. She was very quiet and subdued now, so I had no cause to use it for the whole time I was there. I never did get around to going hunting. Killing things has never really appealed to me, so I wasn't unhappy. Anyway I can't ride a horse and I didn't want Nicola to be better than me at anything. Anything at all. The old man wanted me to stay in their London townhouse at Easter. There were some people he wanted me to meet. ***************************************************************** "I'd like to take this opportunity to explain your responsibilities and privileges in your new job, Simon". Miss Frith sipped her tea delicately as I replied. "Thank you, Miss" "The first is that you are primarily in charge of discipline. Which means that you can award lines or detentions for breaches of the rules. You are also 'privileged to beat' as the school constitution so quaintly puts it. In other words, Simon, you are allowed to administer corporal punishment. I will give you your cane at the end of this interview." "Does that mean any student, Miss?" "Any that are found to be guilty of infringing the regulations. Don't look so worried, Simon, I'm sure you will be firm but fair." "Thank you, Miss". Sycophant! "There are other duties too...." I wasn't listening. I was thinking of a few bottoms that would become acquainted with my cane within the near future. ***************************************************************** With my new job came a 'Grace and Favour' apartment. This was located in one of the main boarding houses (Catherine Parr House would you believe!). For someone of my background it was a palace, 2 bedrooms, a large bathroom, a small kitchen and an enormous 'reception' room. All for me. I also got a fag. This shook me a bit because, although I was dimly aware of the fagging system, I never expected it to apply to me. Fags to me were cigarettes (I hadn't been to San Francisco at that point!), not little slaves. Okay, I'm possibly putting it a bit strong saying 'slave', but I honestly can't think of another word that would describe the product of the system. Basically I was assigned, or could choose, another student who would be at my beck and call day and night to do whatever I wanted, without pay. Sounds suspiciously like a slave doesn't it? I chose Nikki, of course. It appealed to my sense of humour that I had a member of the aristocracy waiting on me hand and foot. She didn't comment when I told her, she had been very quiet since her 'show' and brilliantly behaved. I had very little need to punish her, although I did give her the occasional stripe for old times sake. I was getting bored deciding on her hem-line so I designed a system whereby she could choose her own length with a simple dice-throw. Throwing a 1 would mean her hem was 1 inch above the natural hem-line, a 2 would be 2" and so on. She threw the second dice to decide whether she would wear knickers that day or not. An even score would be no knickers and an odd would be knickers. It worked very well and it became a sort of ritual every morning. She would toss the dice (she hated getting double sixes) and arrange her clothing while I lay propped up in bed and sipped the early morning cup of tea she had brought. She'd even mark her thigh herself. Elsewhere in the school things were changing. The Principal appeared to be an absent minded old bird but she was no slouch when it came to getting money. Private Schools sold education, and the best way of increasing turnover was to increase the number of customers. Which meant more boys. The annexe was finished soon after Christmas and the new boys started arriving soon after. Eventually, by mid term, there were over 80. It was around that time I had an idea. When I put it to Nikki she was not particularly impressed. Actually that's an understatement. She showed more spirit then I'd seen for a long time. I was going to award her a couple of strokes to bring her into line but I thought I'd try another tack. It was early evening. I was, as befitting my new status and given my responsible (!) attitude, excused prep. I was allowed to pursue my homework in my own time. Similarly my Fag. In fact I'd taken Nikki's education under my wing and she was now hovering close to the top of her class in most subjects, except those involving manual dexterity. That didn't bother me much, after all breeding will out. When is the last time you've seen a Lord changing a tyre? Exactly! I digress. Early evening. I was sprawled in my armchair watching Nikki make my toast by the open fire in my room. She still turned me on like crazy, but I now had other plans. "Nikki," "Yes Sir?" I get called Sir now I'm head boy, wonderful eh? "I want you to start welcoming the new boys." I swear to God I saw the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. But she replied calmly enough. "What have you got in mind, Sir?" "Remember Bently Hill? Well....." I didn't get any further. She jumped up, eyes already filling with tears. "No. No. Please don't make me. Not here. They know me. It'll be awful. Oh God no..." "Hear me out!" I shouted She quietened down but still mumbled under her breath. Oh well, I couldn't expect everything. "Right. Now, I'm not expecting you to cavort on stage. I mean you could hardly repeat the performance you gave last time could you?" She flew at me. Actually I was expecting some sort of reaction but hardly this. She tried to tear at my face but I grabbed her arms. All the time she was shouting, "Bastard. Fucking Bastard. I hate you. I hate you! You made me do it. I was drunk!" I pulled her down across my knee and gave her an old fashioned, long time spanking. Initially she yelled, kicked and squirmed but then she settled into howling and moaning. Finally I sensed she'd had enough. So I tumbled her onto the floor. She lay there sobbing for a while, eventually I said. "I'd appreciate it if you heard me out. It might not be as bad as you think. Now sit down in front of me. That's right, on the floor." Wincing, she complied. "Fine. Now, I am not expecting a public show. Instead I am thinking that a few private shows will fit the bill nicely. A 1 on 1, as our transatlantic cousins would put it. That way you could deny everything and I'd deal with the consequences." I could see her mind was doing somersaults trying to work that one out. "What do you mean... Sir?" "You remember what you did at Bently Hill?" Didn't she ever? A shudder and a faint nod. "Well you are going to do that again." She started to speak but I put my finger to her lips. "Settle down, Nikki. Hear what I've got to say first, huh? Right, that's better. This time you won't have to do it in front of loads of boys. This time it will just be one ....at a time" "What do you mean?" "Don't act dense. You know what I mean. Do I have to spell it out to you?" Obviously I did. "You will be putting on a private show for certain favoured boys, but this time it will be one boy at a time." Her eyes widened as she took it in. "W...why?" she stammered "Money," I said, simply. "You want to turn me into a whore?" Surprisingly she didn't attack me again. Maybe she could still feel her bottom. "Not really. There will be no penetrative sex, just a show. Oh yes, and for a certain fee there can be a little audience participation." She shook her head. She was taking this amazing calmly. "I won't, you've gone too far. Haven't I done enough for you?" "Actually the last time wasn't for me at all. It was entirely for Jenny Bradshaw." I thought I'd let her stew on that one a bit so I continued. "This time you will be doing it for me." "I won't do it. There is nothing you can do that will make me." "What about the tape?" She pondered on that for a while then said, "Even that." "What about the other tape?" "What other tape?". Shock written all over her face. "The one I made of your command performance. Don't look so shocked. You don't think I'd not want to video an epic like that one, do you? A virgin taking her own cherry in front of a hall full of people, history had to have a record of that. I could make you a copy if you want. Send one to daddy, maybe..." "No! Please stop..." softly. "Why? Because you don't want to hear it? How you got off? Orgasmed in front of all those people. Not once but twice." "You made me. You got me drunk. You told me what to do!" a wail, mouth pillar-box wide. "I wasn't on the tapes. Me? I was nowhere to be seen. You did it yourself. You were so wet that your fingers kept slipping off the dildo. I got all that, wanna see? Finishing off by bowing to the audience, a bit stiffly I agree. Maybe the fact that you left the dildo in there contributed to that. Still a pretty enough bow. Just like an accomplished porn star. The first tape was nothing. A silly schoolgirl wank. Maybe make a bit of splash in the porn market. But this? This is Art! this will sell and sell." "Please stop!" a sob. "Walking backwards off the stage with the dildo still sticking out of your snatch, bowing to them and pushing it back in. They were amazed, they'd never seen anything like that before. I bet quite a few girls from the audience were trying that one at home. Just to see what it was like." "I was wearing a mask, they couldn't see me." Her final ace. I trumped it. "Do you think I'm stupid or something? I filmed you just before you went on. I filmed you putting your mask on. I filmed you going on stage. Afterwards I filmed it when you got dressed, still wearing the dildo. Knickers straining as they tried to hold it in, lucky those school issue ones are strong eh? Why'd you think I'd make you put your knickers on first, skirt on last, after your shoes and socks even? That's not normally the way you get dressed, is it? It's all on film. I loved the look on your face as you bent over to pull up your socks and tie your shoes. Got a good shot of the dildo moving there. Yes and later when you walked home, slowly as I recall, I could always watch the film for confirmation. Half a mile with a fake prick shoved in your cunt, with what was left of your cherry running down your legs. That prick was an exact replica of mine, you know, made the mould when I was thinking of you. You should be proud, now I've fucked you by proxy. My prick was inside you and you wanna know the best part? No? Well I'll tell you. The best part is that it was shoved there by you. In front of 500 people." I paused for breath, as she looked at me in dumb shock. "Oh yeah, you remember the bit later when you took off the mask and removed the dildo?. Don't you think it was a bit bright round the back of the gym that late at night? I love the bit where you changed back into school uniform, sort of compliments the other tape. Oh, and what about the bit where you left the dildo wrapped in your knickers on the floor? Got a good, long shot of that. Made a good ending. For the credits, you know, which features your name, only your name. I've got all of that, I've got it all, Nikki, do you want to see it? It's a masterpiece, Nikki, I have a copy right there in the video recorder. I've watched it more times than I've seen Star Wars. Wanna see it, Nikki? Huh? Huh?" "Noooooo!" A howl, "Please stop!" I leaned back in the chair, steepled my fingers and stared at the ceiling seemingly lost in thought. "Maybe I could sell special editions. You know, include a pair of your knickers. Hey, that's a good idea. I could do a virgin and a non-virgin version. I've got enough pairs of each. I could auction the pair that held the dildo in. I know what! I'll put the dildo in with them, you know the ACTUAL one. Now THAT would make a fortune. Could even sell them to an art gallery. Art! That's what they'll be. Hey! I know! What about a blockbuster edition where we put in the other tape too AND you'll wank to orgasm through your knicks and we'll include those. You could be at it all night. Think of it Nikki. Wank, come, change knickers, put knickers in bag with a signed photo of your cunt and your pretty smiling face, then back to wanking again. And if you showed any signs of flagging, a quick caning and we'd be off again . I could make you do it right there, you would be bound to be seen because you'll have to spent a long time at it, all the time you weren't in class in fact. We'd have loads of customers, you'd have to spend all your allowance on new pairs of knickers. And you'll be so sore you wouldn't be able to stand......" "I'll do it, I'll do it. Whatever it is." she cried, hands over her ears. "Just stop. Please stop" "See!" I said looking down at her. "I knew that I could win you over with a sensible argument." I leaned forward. "Okay, the rules. You charge ten pounds for a straight knickers off and wank to orgasm. Just pull your skirt up, drop your knicks, open your legs then wank. See, it's easy. Get the money first though. It's twenty quid if you wank through your knickers, they get to keep the knickers. Better stock up, Nikki. I can sense a shortage ahead." I smiled, she groaned. "Thirty quid will get them a show with you and the dildo, completely naked of course, that'll give you the opportunity to play with your tits won't it. They'll like that. Forty quid gets them all that and a hand job. Don't worry there will be training provided. Finally, as the piece de resistance for fifty quid they get to fuck you with the dildo while you jerk them off. That way they get to control the speed at which you work. Sort of positive feedback loop. You can tell them that before you start, saves all that unnecessary chatter. Sounds good, eh?" "It sounds horrible," she sobbed, adding "This is a nightmare!" "Not as much a nightmare as some other things I could mention." I paused while that sunk in. "Now, we must put this on a proper business footing, so I need to estimate the cash-flow. I think fifty pounds a night sounds about right, to start with." "You're not serious?" "I'm always serious, Nikki. You should know that by now. Oh yeah a couple of other things too. First of all don't try and fake your orgasms, boys can tell you know {Can they, hell!}. And don't get caught. I'll deny everything and they'll believe me with what Miss Frith thinks of you. Capice?" It went pretty well, all in all. After all the training it damn well ought to have done. Hours we spent practising. With me training her how to display herself when she was masturbating. Then the hand-jobs, doing it just the right way to give maximum satisfaction. Then masturbating me and herself at the same time, trying to coincide the orgasms. Then with the dildo. She was pretty damn good after two weeks. Sore too! I shouldn't wonder, I know I was. The first night she came back, knickers intact, with 5 ten pound notes, complaining about a sore pussy. A few days later I got the first Fifty. Of many. Then one night, I was out with my Image Intensifier (suddenly I could afford all sorts of goodies) and I came across my little girl, in the woods, doing her bit towards my continued solvency. She was crouched over the face of a boy I didn't recognise. He certainly wasn't from our school. Creeping closer I saw that he was holding the dildo in his teeth and she was forced to bounce up and down on it. And all the time he was pointing a small flash-lamp at the advancing and retreating, phallus stuffed, cunt. So he could see the action. While his free hand played with her breast, nipping her nipples with his finger and thumb if she showed any signs of slowing down. I clipped the intensifier to my camera and fired a couple of shots. I then crept around to study her face. I had the feeling that she wasn't enjoying this as her hand flew in a blur up and down on his rigid member. The look of discomfort and distaste on her face was so becoming that I had to capture it on film. I saved that particular 50 pound note, framing it with copies of the photographs. I'm sure she loves to see it as she dusts the room.... My profit was mounting. A little after this I started to get a little anxious. It was actually seeing her at work that triggered it. I'd never even thought about what she was doing to get my money. Now I'd seen her at it.. Well, it made me stop and think. She could be raped so easily and I didn't want that to happen. That didn't fit in with my plans at all. After thinking about the problem for a while I came up with a solution. It was going to bring one of my ideas to fruition a bit early but it was worth it. "I've got to increase the daily takings, Nikki," I said one night, soon after. "Oh no. Don't I do enough? Why don't you leave me alone?" "I thought I'd just explained. I want the money. I think double should just above cover it. One Hundred a night." "I can't. Please, I just can't. I'm so sore some nights I can't sleep with my legs together at all. And my wrists ache so much I can hardly write next day in school. Please don't make me do anymore." "Aw, stop whining, will you, or I'll give you six. It's been a long time Nikki hasn't it, since you've felt my cane wrapping itself round your ass. Hurt like hell I should imagine. Still its your choice." She stared dumbly at me. "That's better. Now I've decided to relax the rules a bit, by adding another one, if that doesn't sound too Dutch. Now you can charge one hundred pounds for a single act. That'll make it easier, won't it? Just think. No stripping, no dildo and no loss of clothing. And it doesn't involve fucking. Sounds too good to be true, doesn't it? I suppose you want to know what's its called?" Still mute. "I know you do really. So I'll tell you. It's called giving blow jobs, fellatio, head, whatever handle you want to give it, it still boils down to one thing. Sucking a cock. Don't worry though, princess." I said as I gently led her by the hand towards my bedroom. "I'll teach you how." She was out working for nearly three weeks before she came home with a pair of dirty knees. After that they were dirty every night. ***************************************************************** I had others duties to perform, of course. The biggest one was discipline. Now my cane could rove with impunity over countless arses. I didn't much like caning the boys, I had to sometimes of course, if what they do is a bit too blatant for me to ignore or a teacher asks me to. The girls though, well they're a different matter entirely. Them I enjoyed. I remember one girl, a fifth former she was so that must have made her around the sixteen mark. Su Choy or something like that. Malaysian girl, tiny little thing, frightened of her own shadow. Pretty as a picture, though, and that figure! Aaaaah. Anyway I managed to parley a trivial misdemeanour into a fully fledged, restrained, bare bottom caning in front of the whole school. This was the first caning she'd ever had, in fact the only corporal punishment, so she gave quite a good show. Especially to the group of sixth form boys who'd bet me 200 quid between them that I couldn't pull it off. I showed them, her too. I wasn't particularly gentle, my prick hurt like hell it was so stiff in my tight underpants. I was glad that Nikki was around later to take care of me. I nearly split my trousers I was so stiff. This girl was a bit of a loner. Hard to make friends I should imagine. In a foreign country and all. Anyway she used to go off for walks, around the school grounds. The grounds were pretty extensive so you could be in your own company quite easily. This one day I saw her leaving and, on a hunch, I decided to follow. I still don't know why I chose that particular day. I was watching her anyway. Ever since Chris Brewster-Hythe and Nicholas Courtney-White had bet me that I couldn't get her a public caning on the bare. I'm a sucker for a bet. Must be the working class genes. I took them up on it. Now, a month later I was no nearer. She was the model student, hardworking, diligent and she had a positive aversion to breaking the rules and not fitting in. She didn't even do enough to get lines. This was getting silly and I could end up being 200 pounds out of pocket. These boys could afford it, they had trust funds that would pay off the national debt of a small third world country. But me? Okay ,well I could afford it now, (thanks, Nikki) but then I hate losing bets. So I ended up following her. She just sort of mooched through the woods behind the Hockey Fields, doing nothing except smelling flowers, picking up birds feathers and stuff. I was just about to call it a day when I noticed where she was going. At the back of the woods there's a road. Well okay, not a road exactly more a sort of track. They used it for tractors and stuff. This marked the edge of the school property. Across the road was another wood and this one was absolutely carpeted in bluebells. She headed straight across the road and into the wood gathering armfuls of them. "Hey, you there!" I shouted. "Yes, you. What are you doing over there? Come back here this instant." I pointed to a spot in front of me. She'd dropped the flowers, startled by my shout and now she stood wringing her hands in her school jumper. "I said come here. Unless you want things to get a lot worse." Slowly she crossed the road and came towards me. From ten yards away I could see her trembling. I waited until she was in front of me then I put my hands on my hips and glared. "What is your name, girl?" I asked sternly. "Su Choy, Sir" "What were you doing over there? Don't you know it's out of bounds?" "Sorry, Sir!" Lips trembling. "I was just picking some flowers." "What?" I shouted. She flinched. "You were stealing from General Frobisher's land? How dare you. Do you know what sort of reputation this school would get if it got around that our girls went around breaking bounds and stealing property from all over the neighbourhood. Do you girl? The consequences would be appalling! So what have you got to say for yourself?" She was standing before me, hands still wringing in the bottom of her jumper, staring at the floor. "Well..?" "I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know!" "You didn't know? It is in the school rules book. Don't tell me you haven't read it. Do you realise that those rules are there to protect yours and everybody else's comfort and security? Tell me what the correct dress is on sports day, if you are a team captain?" The change of tack obviously unnerved her. "I...er....I don't know." Close to tears now. "That's in the school rules. Page 128. So you haven't read the school rules either? This is getting worse by the minute. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me about? A little arson maybe. I remember you'd just joined us when the Adamson's barn burned down. There's a coincidence. What about the thefts from the tuck shop eh? Know anything about them do you?" Tears were openly falling down her cheeks now. "I take by your silence that you do." She started to protest. I held up my hand. "I think we'd better carry on this discussion back at school don't you?" I formed the plan as I followed her back to the school. Watching her ass and wondering what it looked like bare, with my cane across it. I took her straight to Miss Frith's room. "Wait here!" I pointed to a spot just outside the door. Then I tapped respectfully. "Come in. Ah, Simon what can I do for you?" "I have a problem Miss with which I need your help." "Certainly, Simon" A smile. " Please continue." "Well, it concerns a fifth former. A girl called Su Choy. I've just caught her out of bounds and not only that, she was stealing from General Frobisher's" "Good Heavens, one of our girls? How dreadful. Where is she now?" "Just outside, Miss. Shall I fetch her?" "Please, Simon. We must get to the bottom of this." I opened the door. "Come in," I said to the frightened girl. She stood in front of Miss Frith, who was looking sternly at her over her half moon glasses. "What have you got to say for yourself, Miss Choy? Don't you realise that going out of bounds and stealing are very serious matters?" The terrified girl nodded. Eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Well why do it? That sort of behaviour will not be tolerated here. Do you hear me?" A nod. "I'm so sorry, Miss. I didn't know!" I broke in. "Sorry. Miss Frith, but there's more, I'm afraid. When I was discussing the school rules with her she openly admitted that she hadn't bothered to read them. I asked her a simple question, one that even the newest first former could answer and she completely flunked it." "Su Choy, don't you realise those rules are there for the benefit of everybody? Weren't you given a copy on your first day and told to study them? It was the first task you were assigned at the school. So we expected you to take it seriously. Goodness me, whatever next. Is that all Simon?" "I'm afraid not as the discussion continued we got onto the subject of the thefts from the school tuck shop and then she clammed up and refused to talk about it when I started to question her further." "Is this true Miss Choy?" Su was trying desperately to follow the line of argument. I was gambling on her not taking it all in, with English being her second language. "I'm so sorry. I....." I think she meant to say could you repeat that, but Miss Frith was there first. "I should think you are sorry. Good Lord, girl. I just cannot believe it. Wilful insubordination like this cannot go unpunished. Leave the room young lady while I discuss this with the Head Prefect. Go on then. Stand outside." Su Choy started to raise her hands in supplication, tears a solid river on her face now. Then she turned and walked slowly out of the room. "You did well to bring this one to my attention Simon. I am at a loss to do. I feel that we may need to issue another ordinance." I thought about this for a second. It was tempting, so tempting. No! I'd stick to the original plan. Things were going well now. I didn't want to blow it. So I shook my head. "Can I speak frankly, Miss Frith?" "Go ahead, Simon" "I don't think she deserves an ordinance Miss. I think that deep down she isn't truly bad. Just a little forgetful, naughty even. Like she is still a little girl, the last vestiges of childhood. I think it would be better if she had a single short sharp shock. I think after that we will have no more trouble with her. She will be a model student and a credit to the whole school." "Spoken beyond your years, Simon. What did you have in mind?" "Well I thought that not only do we have to punish her but I think that we have to send a message to all the other students that are tempted to steal......." Thefts from the tuck shop were a continuing thorn in Miss Frith's side. The Bursar was forever phoning her and complaining about his stock shortages. It was always so difficult to find a culprit. After all it wasn't as if the purloined items lasted for long and an empty chocolate bar wrapper was hardly likely to incriminate anyone. So here was a golden opportunity to send a message out to the other students that crime didn't pay. "........so in this instance, I feel that the punishment be carried out in public. Furthermore, it think the punishment should be quiet severe which will really send the message home." I paused, letting my words sink in before continuing. "I think she should have a public caning. On the bare." I threw the dice, and waited to see if they came up snake-eyes. "Much as it saddens me I am inclined to agree with you, Simon." YES! "I will organise it for this Friday evening, before prep." Now for the jackpot. "I have had one last request, Miss Frith." "Yes Simon?" " I seem to recall on my last bare bottom caning that the young lady concerned made a bit of a spectacle of herself. It was very unbecoming and led to a significant number of extra strokes. I would like to help her to come through this with some dignity. So I ask you, for her sake, can she be restrained?" "How thoughtful of you. Yes, I do remember the occasion and yes, she was very unladylike." 'So would I be under the circumstances', I thought. God, these women are tough on each other. "Okay, Simon. She will be restrained. In fact I believe there is just the thing in the basement. Hasn't been used for many a year. Would you please send Miss Choy in and I will explain what I have decided to do with her?" We hadn't had a fully fledged bare bottom public caning since I'd been here. I've threatened it a few times, but the reality of it was that it wasn't within my power to award one. It was purely at the discretion of the deputy head. So there was an air of suppressed excitement around the school as the week wore on. A girl was assigned to the victim, to make sure she didn't do anything silly, like running away. I spent hours on the tennis court and in the gym where I thrashed a leather covered vaulting horse. I wanted this to be just right. I even caned a whole group of second formers, with them holding each others night-dresses clear of their naked bottoms, when I caught them talking after lights out. I perused every stroke, as I awarded it. All the time I was refining my technique. Up to now a misplaced stroke was a private thing, but for the first time it was going to be public. Everyone would be able to see the results of my handiwork and I was determined that it would be good. Hard, neatly placed strokes, parallel to each other if possible, across her naked flesh, was what I wanted to attain. Nikki was also kept so hard at it, subduing my lust, that she had carpet burns on her knees. At last the great day dawned. Everything to do with British culture has a sort of ritual attached. You are probably aware of the better-known ones, you know, like changing the guard, the Queen opening parliament, that sort of thing. A public caning at a boarding school was no different. It was as if adding some sort of ritualistic overtones to it made it surreal somehow and certainly a sight more humiliating. There was actually a complete rule-book dedicated to the subject of public canings and Su Choy, her minder and I all had to read it and understand it. To say it was anachronistic would be putting it mildly. Sadistic more like. Cruel. I loved it. It was all to take place on the portico steps. I should mention at this point that the main school building is housed in a huge mansion. Rumour has it that it was built by a merchant who made a fortune from the slave trade. Other rumours suggested that he was in fact the first headmaster of the School. Who knows? The mansion had a huge portico, with wide sweeping stairs going down towards the formal mall which was surrounded by marching lines of lime trees, stretching into the distance. All day the caretaker, grumbling under his breath as is the wont of school caretakers the world over, arranged chairs in a large semi circle facing the portico. Finally he had to struggle a massive piece of archaic furniture up from the basement and arrange it on the platform. I tipped him generously (I could afford it) and taking him to one side, I whispered that he could watch the proceedings from behind the screen of bushes that lined the mall. I also mused that it may be worth while if some of the other staff could watch. Finally I handed him my miniature camcorder and half a fifty pound note! I left him in no doubt as to how he could come into possession of the other half. The school was assembled. The teachers sat under the portico in a semi-circle half facing towards the punishment stool. The rest of the school were arranged in rows, all facing towards the stool. There was a muted ripple of excitement as the trembling girl was led onto the stage by her mentor. Su Choy was dressed in an ordinary school uniform, but her companion was dressed in a flowing white gown. I sat close to the principal, while Miss Frith stood watching the girls. Finally they stood in front of her. In loud ringing tones she announced, "Su Choy. You have been found guilty of wilfully violating a number of school rules. The most serious of which are that you broke bounds, you have refused to study the school rule-book and you have been found guilty of theft. For each of these serious breaches you will be awarded 2 strokes of the cane, making 6 strokes in all, administered across your naked bottom by the head prefect. Do you accept the punishment or would you like to go before the school disciplinary board? Before you answer I feel I must make it clear that if you opt for the board and you are found guilty then we will have no option to reinstate the punishment, after which you will be expelled. Now, which do you choose?" Su stood there in a haze of shame and indecision. As far as she could see she had two options, one to go through with it now and that would be an end to it. Or she could gamble on the board. She knew that on every occasion that the board had met they had upheld the decision of Miss Frith. So her other option seemed to be that she would be caned anyway and then expelled. She had steeled herself to go through with this, even though she didn't understand why - she still couldn't work out what she'd done that was so terribly wrong-, so she said. "I will accept the punishment, Miss Frith" 'Phew what a relief! The last hurdle had been crossed safely,' I thought as I sat there stony faced. My two hundred quid was in the bag. "Louder, Miss Choy, I'm sure that everyone couldn't hear you" "I accept the punishment, Miss Frith" A faint ghost of a smile from Miss Frith as she said "Good. Please remove your skirt Miss Choy." Su Choy, face shining brightly unclipped her skirt and gracefully stepped out of it. I could imagine quite a few stiffies already amongst the males present. She was delightful. Her dusky legs set off her gleaming white knickers a treat. She stood, facing the crowd, willing herself not to cry. "One last chance, Miss Choy. Do you accept this punishment?" A nod and a whisper: "Yes, Miss Frith. I accept." "Louder, Su Choy" "I accept, Miss Frith." "Punishee, you will now remove your knickers and assume the position" I could see her shaking, from where I sat, as she slowly peeled down her knickers to reveal a sparsely haired mound. Her pubics were more like an exclamation mark than a bush. It was heart-racing. Su Choy, half naked, started to drape herself across the horse. This is where the training came off. All week she had been practising. A refined form of torture, making her think about it all week. I had been allowed to watch as Miss Frith trained her. I couldn't believe they'd allow this sort of stuff. Obviously they do! Mean! The horse itself was like a trestle, but with a padded top. It could be adjusted so the poor girl occupying it could be moved up and down. Her legs were strapped to the legs as she lay along the bench. Miss Frith pulled Su's hands forward and tied them to the front legs. Su Choy lay defenceless, her bottom turned towards me, her legs wide open. Her cunt was incredibly tiny and virginal. Smaller, even, than Nikki's had been when I first saw her half naked. That day, a few months back, in Miss Frith's office. The crowd went quiet. Miss Frith came up to me and handed me the cane. "I call upon you, Simon Granger, head prefect of this school, to administer corporal punishment to one Su Choy. She has been awarded 6 strokes of the cane and three hours of contemplation. Do you accept your duty?" I stood and took the cane from her proffered hands. "I accept." "Then please continue." She went back to her seat and it was just me, my cane and a shivering, cane-virgin bottom. We were all wearing academic robes. The teachers wore their graduation robes complete with mortar boards and College Colours. As befitting my status I wore a shortened gown and no mortarboard. I removed the gown and jacket then rolled up my shirtsleeve. I walked up behind her. I looked down at the bottom, planning my attack. I then stepped to one side at a comfortable distance. I then tapped her rump with the cool rod. I looked towards Miss Frith. She nodded. We were off. I brought the cane back, high. I swished it down and did the little pirouette that I'd been practising so long. The cane tip reached supersonic speed moments before impacting hard in exactly the centre of her ass-cheeks. She erupted! It was incredible. She screamed, she pleaded, she shook, she strained, she pulled. All to no avail as I lined up the next shot. Beautiful. Oh, I don't just mean the meaty whack of the cane vibrating it in my fingers as her bottom absorbed the stroke. Nor do I just mean the cries and hollers, both of us knowing that this punishment was completely unjust. No, why I say beautiful it was the fact that the second stroke was exactly parallel with the first. And so it went on. Finally the last. The hardest one yet had the screaming girl trying to pull the ropes from her arms and legs with brute strength. Finally, after a couple of minutes she subsided, while I stood next to her. At that point the whole school stood and applauded at the privilege of having seen justice done. It was an old school tradition, they said. Barbaric I say. Miss Frith stood up and thanked me. Then she turned to the school who were sitting there, stunned by what they had seen, wide eyed with the studied brutality of it all. She didn't need to raise her voice. "I trust that this punishment has had a sobering effect on you. Let it serve as due warning that we will not allow breaches of the rules to go unpunished. Particularly take note what happens if I find out that you have been shoplifting from the school tuck-shop - I saw the McIvor twins glance scaredly at each other. Bingo! - You will get not one, but two public canings. So be warned. Now prayers..." So we stood, heads bowed in prayer as the Asian goddess lay strapped down, buns throbbing with pain. Then the contemplation. Essentially ritual humiliation was part of the deal. A publicly caned girl was left in the restrained position for 30 minutes per stroke. So Su Choy had to stay bound and spread for 3 hours, before I could return and let her go. A girl, Francesca Cortez, was left with her, to keep her company. As it got dark a boy came on to the portico. His face was hidden in shadow but he wore the school uniform. So he was okay. "The head boy needs to see you now. I'm to stay here with her" Torn in indecision, the sight of the poor, lacerated buns of the strapped down girl convinced her that she should come if I called. So she came. I made her wait outside my door until I reckoned about 10 minutes had elapsed before I let her in. Nikki was pouring my tea as I bade her enter. Aren't you supposed to be with Su Choy?" "Yes Sir but..." I leapt to my feet. "How dare you leave her alone out there. Come with me young lady, if anything has happened to her then you'll be taking her place on that horse tomorrow." Nikki made as if to follow. I told her to go back to her dorm and get into bed. When we arrived fifteen minutes later at the helplessly tied girl. It was obvious that something was wrong. The boy had disappeared and she was sobbing again, her whole body shaking. In the dim light I could make out a glisten in her crotch and down her thighs. She'd been raped. Before Francesca could scream I pulled her away from the ravished girl. "You are completely in it now you stupid girl. Do you know what you've done? You've let her get raped. You were supposed to be there to protect her during contemplation. Now look. I think that you will, at the minimum get a public beating and expelled. You'd probably go to prison too as an accessory to the act of rape. In other words, you are in big trouble!" All the time she was crying and babbling about "I couldn't help it. You sent for me..." Blah! Blah! "I did no such thing. You can ask Nicola. I went straight back to my room after the punishment, where I was joined by Miss Frith until a few minutes before you knocked on my door. I haven't spoken to anyone else and I certainly didn't order you to come to me? Why on earth would I do that? I knew you were on duty. I've never heard such rubbish." I let her stew for a couple of minutes while I stood glaring at her. Then I pretended to have made a decision. "Right, I am prepared to ignore this incident, for the good of the school's reputation. If this got out the Lord knows what repercussions it could have. They could end up closing the school. So I won't mention it to anyone. However I expect two things in return. Number 1 you will clean her up and you will convince her that she shouldn't report this. Just get her a morning after pill. The second is that you will report to me tomorrow night when we can discuss the situation in more detail. Do you agree?" She couldn't very well disagree. So she spent the night cuddled up on my spare bed with Su Choy. Talking, touching, caressing. Trying her hardest to convince Su Choy to forget the incident. By morning and two orgasms later (faithfully recorded on my video) she succeeded. Later that morning I paid the caretaker his fifty and added another fifty for all his extra work. I paid for it out of the 300 that I got from Chris Brewster Hythe for Su Choy's virginity. The next night and for the following ten nights, I humiliated Francesca in countless ways. Finally her diary told me she was at her peak and so I finally fucked her. She was a virgin. I now had three deflowerings on film. I refused to let her take a pill. I'd always felt there should have been a Spanish branch to my family. ***************************************************************** I ran into Jenny Bradshaw a couple of days later. She had studiously avoided me since my elevation to Head Prefect. For good reason too. Now my cane could graze contentedly on her arse for any minor infraction, real or imaginary, and she knew it. They say that you become more aware of a part of your anatomy if it is vulnerable to attack. So men would become more sensitive about their backs with the threat of the assassin's knife and so they would stiffen and walk bolt upright. So it seemed to be with Jenny. She always seemed to walk differently, buttocks clenched, when she saw me, though she gave no other outward indication of having noticed me. I must admit it amused me considerably and, working on the premise that the anticipation was worse than the actuality, I ignored her petty infractions of the rules. Once I even caned two other girls for a crime when I knew full well it was her that had perpetrated the misdeed. It didn't make her very popular with the other girls but it made her feel that she had acquired some kind of immunity. So after a while she started to relax when she saw me. I smiled, I forgave minor misdemeanours and I plotted. Some people say that I have a nasty streak in me, something to do with my birth-sign (I was born in early November, but I can't see what that would have to do with anything). I can't see it personally. I do, however, respond to people taking advantage of me and Jenny had done that in spades. I've got a long memory. So when I actually ran into her, literally as it happens as she barrelled around a corner straight into me, I decided to put my plan into action. "Ah, Jenny, I've been hoping to run into you. I wanted to have a chat about an idea I've had that you could help me with. It's a bit too private to discuss it here why not meet me at, say, 4 o'clock in my study?" She looked a little apprehensive, so I smiled. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble!" That seemed to mollify her so she agreed. I must admit she looked as pretty as a picture when she caught the afternoon sunlight in my study. I've always had a soft spot for girls in uniform and I'm sure it came from that one meeting. The sun caught the highlights in her hair and it shone like gold. It threw her body into sharp focus such that I could even see the faint sheen of blond hairs on her bare, tanned legs. "Sit down, Jenny" She perched nervously on the hard-backed chair. "Right, Jenny, I'd like your help if you are willing." "Doing what, er, Sir?" "Well I think that Nicola is getting up to mischief and I haven't got time to follow her around. So I'd like you to check on her periodically and report any breaches of the rules back to me." I studied her for a second. She seemed a bit hesitant, being a snitch in a boarding school was the most heinous of crimes amongst the students. So I increased the bait. "If you find out that she is breaking the rules then I will allow you to both set and administer the punishment. Will you do this for me?" The enormity of what I'd suggested took a while to sink in and I could see her suppressing her excitement as she came to terms with it. "Do you mean I could...er....cane Nicola?" "Correct." "And I get to set the number of strokes." A nod affirmed it. "Why me?" "A couple of reasons. The first is that I feel that, although Nicola hadn't actually done what you suggested, she must have made your life here pretty miserable if you hated her that much and secondly I need to concentrate more on my studies. My mocks are coming up shortly and I haven't got the time to chase Nicola around. So you'd be doing me a favour. There is a third point and that is that I feel we parted on less than favourable terms last time and, I must admit, you did keep your side of the bargain. You were good too!" "So in return for me being able to cane Nicola you want to shag me?" She obviously felt she was on safer ground now. Boys trying to get into her knickers was something she felt she could deal with. So I pretended to be a little bashful, thus bolstering her prejudices. "Only if you...er...want to. There are no actual strings like that attached, but I did enjoy it and I think you did too...." I finished lamely. She smiled. A superior smile. She thought she had me. Then she stripped naked and stood before me. "Does this give you my answer?" she said as she sashayed towards me. ***************************************************************** ** "Nicola, come to my rooms this evening after prep." Nikki caught the tone of my voice and whined. "Why? What have I done?" "I'm not arguing here. Just do as you are told." "Please tell me." "Why? So you can spend all day thinking up excuses?" "No. Please, I want to know." "You'll find out, after prep, just be there, okay?" She nodded, miserably. When she entered my rooms and saw Jenny she stopped dead in her tracks. "Why is she here?" "She'll tell you." I turned to Jenny. "Okay, carry on and tell her what you told me." "Yesterday afternoon, in Miss Grolier's P.E lesson she sneaked off into the woods and was missing for most of the lesson. Miss Grolier didn't notice so she thought she'd got away with it." It suddenly occurred to me what had happened. She'd gone off to give a couple of the local lads blow jobs. I wondered why I got the money so early yesterday. This was delicious. "So what have you got to say for yourself?" I asked as sternly as I could. Now I knew she could hardly admit to giving gratuitous head to the locals in front of Jenny so I was curious as to how she'd get out of this one. "Could we please talk about this in private?" She pleaded. "No we can't, we'll deal with it here and now. I repeat what have you got to say for yourself?" "I..er..went for a ...er...walk." "In the middle of a class?" A miserable nod, head bowed. You know full well you can't just walk out of classes when you feel like it. What would happen if all the kids just wandered out when the urge took them we'd never be able to keep order. This is typical of your attitude towards schoolwork. Don't you realise this is your future we are talking about?" I paused to let it sink in then dropped my bombshell. "I'm fed up with having to waste my time and energy chastising you Nikki. So, in accordance with the ordinance I've decided to let Jenny punish you. In this way you might actually learn not to break the rules whenever you feel like it." "But please. I was....er....I was....Oh no! Please! Not her." She babbled in her misery. I ignored her and turned to Jenny, who was trying hard not to smirk. "Carry on Jenny." Jenny moved forward and pulled the cane from its scabbard. She stood flexing it feeling the same power I had felt on my first encounter between it and Nikki's bottom. "Right Nicola {she enunciated the word carefully} I think that you need to be taught a lesson as the head prefect suggests. So I've decided to award you six strokes {a pause} on your bare bottom." "Nooooooooo! Oh no! Please Sir. Not on the bare. Not her. Please, I was doing it for you. Please don't let her." I shrugged at her outburst then said, flat voiced. "Don't address your comments to me. I've already told you that Jenny is in charge. If you want to say anything then say it to her. Oh yes, and don't forget to call her 'Miss' for the duration of this punishment period." She turned to Jenny. Hands wringing. "Please, Jenny, not six, not on the bare!" "The head prefect told you to call me 'Miss'. That has earned you another two. I'd stop and think about what I was saying if I were you," Jenny said, scarcely disguising the glee in her voice. "Please Miss Bradshaw. Please don't beat me on the bare!" "Why?" That obviously stunned Nikki who stood there, desperately trying to think of a good enough reason such that her punishment wouldn't be carried out. "Er, because it will hurt, Miss." 'Pretty lame,' I thought. It hardly dented Jenny's resolve. "It is supposed to. Now get your skirt and knickers off." Nikki held up her hands and stood for a second, tears streaming down her face. I honestly thought she'd not do it. Then she slowly unzipped her skirt and dropped her knickers, finally stepping clear. "You know the position," smirked Jenny, tapping the table with the cane for emphasis. It was as if Nikki was doing everything in slow motion. Jenny didn't seem to mind, she was enjoying the humiliation so much her eyes gleamed and the corners of her mouth twitched excitedly. Finally Nikki lay across the table, hands gripping the far edge like her life depended on it, head buried between her arms. "Open your legs," snapped Jenny, then swished the cane smartly against Nikki's rump for emphasis. "Wider. Come on, I haven't got all day. Wider, I said!" She leaned over the desk and spoke quietly to Nikki, who strained to retain her composure in the face of this degradation. "Open your legs wide like the slut you are. Pretend there's a queue of boys with fat stiffies ready to fuck you." She reached between Nikki's far flung legs and slowly stroked her slot, all the time whispering in her ear. Nikki shook in humiliation and then started to moan quietly as Jenny's fingers had their effect on her. I sat there transfixed. This was incredibly erotic. I could feel my prick bursting to get out and the main feature hadn't started yet. My hidden video cameras whirred profitably. Jenny's fingers worked faster and faster, while Nikki's moans increased in volume and tempo. Suddenly she started to stiffen in the onset of her climax. Immediately Jenny pulled away and in one fluid movement flung her arm back and whipped the cane with all her weight into Nikki's backside. Dazed from her unsatiated lust Nikki did not comprehend what was happening until the pain of the stroke forged through her consciousness. "Yeeeeeeeoooooow!" she screamed and started to rise. Jenny gently pushed her down and again applied her skilful fingers to Nikki's wet and pouting slot. Again as she strained for orgasm, Jenny pulled away and flogged her bottom. So it went on. Jenny tormented the poor girl for nearly half an hour before she finally awarded the last stroke (number 10, she'd added a couple because Nikki wasn't concentrating hard enough). Nikki lay there sobbing, her ass a mass of angry red wheals her cunt wet and puffy from unsatisfied lust. Jenny ordered her to stand, hands on head, then continued. "Right, Bitch. I hope you've learned your lesson. So what do you say?" Nikki stood there looking dazed, but trying to rub her thighs together to get some relief from the burning itch between her legs. "If you don't want me to repeat it then you'd better thank me for correcting you. And stop rubbing your thighs together, I know you're a slut so there's no need to prove it. Open your legs, that'll put a stop to it. That's better, now what do you say?" Miserably Nikki whispered, "Thank you for correcting me, Miss." "Can't hear you." "Thank you for correcting me Miss Bradshaw." "Right go and stand in the corner. Put your hands back on your head. Open your legs again. Come on, do it properly, wider." Jenny went up behind Nikki as she stood facing the corner, shoulders shaking with her sobs. She reached between Nikki's legs and again played with her bringing her close to orgasm then stopping. I could clearly see Nikki shaking with frustration even though I was on the far side of the room. "Do you wanna come? Does little slut Nikki wanna come so bad?" Jenny whispered as she again diddled with Nikki's privates. "Please," Nikki whimpered. "Please what?" "Please make me....aah... come." "And what will you do for me?" "Aaaah, please. Anything." "You'll let Simon fuck you?" This was an interesting development. A slight pause. "Yes....ooooooooh..Yes. Simon can fuck me. Please let him fuck me." "That's you taken care of. What about me? What do I get?" She pulled her fingers away just as Nikki started to crest her wave. Nikki stood rolling her hips unconsciously, trying to find contact between her thighs and her burning pussy. "What do you want? I'll do it. I'll do it, please let me come!" "Okay, I want you to lick my clit." "No, please, that's disgusting." started Nikki then groaned as Jenny re-applied her skilful fingers again. "So you reckon I'm disgusting, eh? You're the disgusting one, you're standing there legs wide open begging to be fucked and you reckon I'm disgusting. For that I think I ought to cane you again, you don't seem to have learned your lesson, do you?" "Don't..oooooooh noooo....ah...beat me again," moaned Nikki as she again approached her climax. She nearly screamed in sheer animal frustration as Jenny again pulled her hand away. "Right, Nikki. Get bent over the table again. I think its time you learned some manners." "Please don't beat me again. I'll do it. Just don't hurt me again" wailed Nikki frantically. "Get bent over. Lay along the long side this time. Open your legs. Come on I haven't got all day." She bent close to Nikki's ear and continued. "Now if you are a good little girl I'll skip the beating and I'll let Simon fuck you. But you'd better show your appreciation." Jenny then stepped out of her knickers and humped her body onto the table, legs split either side of Nikki's head. "Right slut, lift my skirt. Put your head under. Go on it won't bite. You see my vagina, course you do. Lick it. Not like that, harder! Ooooh, that's better {she shuffled down the table} Now kiss it. Kiss it properly or I'll give you ten. Come on, like you'd kiss one of your boyfriends. Use your tongue. Aaaaaah. That's right, deeper. Clamp your mouth on my pussy. Stick your tongue in. Oooooh, deeper, aaaah, now wriggle it." I watched as Nikki serviced Jenny's slot. Nikki's body shook with disgust but the fear of the cane forced her to comply. I couldn't wait any longer. My cock was like a flagpole. Quickly I stripped off my trousers and pushed my cock into Nikki's dripping slit. I could hear her moan from under Jenny's skirt as I pushed home. Her cunt was fantastic, like a hot greasy hand caressing my cock. I started pumping. We all came together, well at least Jenny and I did, I'm not sure about Nikki. It was one of the best fucks I've ever had. I especially liked the bit where Nikki moaned and murmured 'no, no' as I stiffened and started to spurt inside her. Jenny clamped her thighs around her head and bucked her hips as I dumped my seed, her head whipping from side to side and her hands pushing Nikki's head hard against her crotch as she came. I pulled out first and was sitting relaxing as Jenny released Nikki from the wet prison of her thighs. She swung her legs over and stood up. Nikki lay there sobbing, her arse a mass of painful stripes, her pussy leaking sperm. "Get up slut and get dressed. Then fuck off. I've got things to talk over with the head prefect. Come on hurry up." Her face wet from her tears and Jenny's juices she pulled her skirt and knickers on. She wiped her face with her hands, then stopped as if to say something. Jenny turned to her and said. "You still here? You want a repeat performance? No? Then fuck off like you've been told." Crying Nikki fled from the room. I fucked Jenny three times that night. She was good but nowhere near as good as my beloved Nikki. ***************************************************************** I caught the McIvor Twins stealing from the tuck-shop. Jacasta and Ariadne McIvor, daughters of a prominent industrialist. Small, frothy blond hair, blue eyes, perfectly formed and completely identical. I'd set up a camera in the tuck shop, wired to a monitor in my workshop. It was only a week or two after Su Choy's beating so I was sure they wouldn't try anything this quick. So I was amazed when I noticed them pilfering chocolate bars when the Bursar's back was turned. I hurried over to the tuck shop arriving just in time to catch them coming out. "What have you been doing?" I asked. "Er buying sweets, Sir," muttered Jacasta (or was it Ariadne?). "Show me." I said in my best Prefect's voice. They pulled out a couple of chocolate bars each from their school-bags. "Where did you get the money from?" I said. I was in charge of the school 'bank' where all the students had to deposit their pocket money at the beginning of term and I doled it out on request so I knew exactly who had what money. I also knew that their father was a great believer in not spoiling his girls so he kept their allowances very low in comparison to most of the kids at school. They shuffled their feet nervously but said nothing. "I'm waiting." "Er, we saved it." "From what? You haven't drawn any money out for four weeks, ever since that trip to the bird sanctuary. So how come you have managed to save enough for chocolate bars today and yesterday and the day before?" I took a gamble and it paid off. "Please sir, we're sorry." This time it was Ariadne (the other one at least). "About what?" Silence. "You stole them, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" They nodded in unison. "Right. Let's go to my study where we can get to the bottom of this." I made them stand as I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled, forefingers tapping my lips as I studied them. They were fifteen, small and slim. Reasonably pretty, not devastating but you wouldn't roll over them to get at Margaret Thatcher if you know what I mean. I leaned forward and pointed. "You heard Miss Frith at Su Choy's caning didn't you?" They nodded. "Good, so you realise you are in deep trouble, don't you?" Tearful nods this time. I cannot understand you girls. You heard the deputy head threaten thieves with two public canings and expulsion {I added that bit}, yet you still went ahead and stole. How stupid can you get?" "We're sorry sir. It was so easy and our allowance is so small and....." "Shut up! Right now that we all know you have been stealing I want to know exactly how much you have taken and when did it start. Go on, either one of you." It appeared they had been stealing since right at the beginning of the year. All in all they had taken over 50 bars apiece, getting on for thirty quid's worth. I leaned back again while I pretended to consider their future. I then gave them an alternative. Either they could have a double public caning or they could pay the money back by taking part in my little plan. They sobbed in anguish but my plan did seem the easiest option. At least their dad would never find out about it. I got them to write a confession then I dismissed them. I would call for them once I had the framework of the plan in place. They were still sobbing as they left my room. ***************************************************************** I lay in bed with Nikki. Since the incident with Jenny we'd been screwing regularly and she was fantastic. I do believe she was actually starting to like me, least I hoped so. I'd been hinting that Jenny had some sort of hold over me in some way and that she was somehow responsible for everything that had happened to Nikki so far. Nikki hated Jenny for what she'd made her do. Licking the genitals of another girl, yeuch! So you could say there was very little love lost between the two girls. Since the caning Nikki had been extra careful and she hadn't even merited a telling off. Her schoolwork had stepped up a notch too and now she was at the top of her class. Which was more than could be said for Jenny who spent so much time spying on Nikki that her grades now lurked amongst the bottom three in her year. "Nikki." I said. "Hmm" she murmured, her head on my chest. "I'm worried about you getting raped." She rolled over and looked at me. "Why?" "Because you are out there offering sexual services and one of the boys might just want a little more than you are prepared to give." "Does that mean you will let me stop?" she said, hopefully. "No. I need the money. Anyway, you are doing a community service". She looked so disgusted I had to laugh. "So what have you got in mind?" "Stand up and close your eyes." "What are you going to do?" "Give you something to keep you safe." "What sort of thing?" "A chastity belt. A good old fashioned chastity belt." I smirked. She stood there mutely as I locked the steel cored belt in place and pocketed the key. ***************************************************************** I'd noticed that some of the senior girls, including Jenny, were often going off into the woods next to the school farm. They were so breathless and giggly that I knew there was something going on that probably breached at least one school rule. So I followed them. Vince Turner sat astride his BSA 650. Thin and mean in his leathers. Like a latter day James Dean, at least that's what he thought. The girls were hanging around him, giggling and showing off. Then I noticed that they were passing a strange shaped cigarette around between them. Smoking was forbidden and smoking drugs was not only an expulsion offence but was likely to involve the Police. This was pretty serious. Jenny seemed to be his main girl and I watched them go off into three acre wood together when the other girls drifted away. I watched and waited until they came out a half hour later. I watched them smoke another joint then Vince kissed her, mounted up and rode away. Jenny looked flushed, glassy eyed and happy, obviously the combination of good hash and a good fuck. So it came as a bit of a bombshell when I came up behind her and grabbed her arm. "What are you doing?" I demanded. "Nothing. I'm just walking around." "So what were you doing in the woods for half an hour with that boy? Don't you know that consorting with local boys is against the rules." "Aw c'mon Simon. Don't be so stuffy. We were just doing what I did with you." "I've never smoked, I've certainly never smoked drugs. So don't equate what you were doing with him with what we did together." "You're jealous. That's what it is. You don't like me going with other guys, is that it? Well if its any consolation yours is bigger than his." "I don't really care to know about the comparative sizes of our genitals. I'm more interesting in you breaking the rules." "Don't make a big issue out of this, Simon. Look I'll let you fuck me as well if that makes you feel any better." "I think you'd better come with me." "Where are we going?" She giggled, thinking I was taking her up on her offer. So it came as a considerable shock when she found herself standing in front of Miss Frith. I explained it all to the grim faced deputy head and she almost exploded in anger. She ranted on at Jenny for five minutes then asked Jenny what she thought she was playing at. Jenny must have been pretty stoned because she retorted. "I was fucking. So what? It ain't against the law." Miss Frith went ballistic. Never, ever in all her years of teaching had she heard anything like this and, to top it all, she had been caught taking drugs. This was so serious that she was minded to call the police. I think that this was starting to get through the chemically induced fog that drifted through Jenny's brain and she started to look worried. Miss Frith asked her to wait outside while she talked to me. She called for the duty prefect to sit with her to ensure she didn't go away or injure herself. She wasn't sure what drugs did to the human body but she'd heard of people thinking they could fly and she didn't want that sort of stain on the good name of the school. Never mind the concrete under Jenny's window. "Simon I think I will call the police," said Miss Frith as her anger cooled a couple of hundred degrees, leaving her simmering on yellow heat. "If I may hazard a comment, Miss Frith, I don't think that's wise. Can you remember the press stories about the students at that other school who were found taking drugs. The press had a field day and the school roll dropped like a stone. Parents don't want to hear about that kind of thing. This biker represents the sort of anti-authority figure that young, impressionable, girls seem to love so it probably wasn't all her fault." "So what are you suggesting. Simon?" "What I think would be the best way out is for me to warn this character off and, as a warning to the other girls I think you should issue an ordinance on Jenny. That should help to bring her back into line." "Are you willing to be the overseer, then, Simon?" I shook my head. "I'm sorry miss but I have my mock exams coming up and I would like to concentrate on them. I do have a suggestion, though." "Go on." "Well. Nicola has improved in many ways this term. She hardly ever needs to be punished, her grades are excellent and in many ways she is now the ideal student. I think she has learned her lesson so first of all I would like to see her released from her ordinance." Miss Frith mulled that over for a while then nodded, slowly. "It is very unusual to release a girl from an ordinance before the year is up, but I do see your point. Yes, I think it is a very good idea. So how does that fit in with our current dilemma?" I took a deep breath. "I was thinking that Nicola would make the perfect overseer for Jenny. I believe that I've shown her the error of her ways and she could pass this on to Jenny. She could help her in a number of ways, not least with her schoolwork. I believe that she could be a very good influence on Jenny." Miss Frith pondered this for while, then clenched her mouth, nodding slowly. "As always I think you are right. So you will deal with the boy?" "Yes, Miss Frith, we won't be bothered by him again." "Right. In that case please find Nicola and send her to me." "Thank you, Miss Frith." ***************************************************************** "She told me that you suggested that I be released from the ordinance. Is that true?" "Yes its true." "Why?" "Because I think you deserve it. You hardly ever get into trouble, your schoolwork is good and you have turned from a bitch into a really nice girl." She flung her arms around me and kissed me. "Thank you, Simon." I kissed her back. One thing led to another. While we were relaxing after a strenuous bout of lovemaking she said, "Jenny had an ordinance issued today." "Miss Frith did mention she was going to do it." "Do you know who the overseer is?" "No, who?" "Me! So whatever hold she had on you, Simon, its now gone. I'll make the little bitch suffer for what she's done to you and to me." "Thank you Nikki." I said as I put my arms around her, my penis growing hard again. ***************************************************************** Vince sat astride his bike waiting for his fan club. His balls ached for that hot little blond slut and he had at least a dozen ready rolled joints to get her in the mood. Maybe one of her giggling friends would make up a threesome today. So he was annoyed, to say the least when he saw me walking towards him, with Bob Scrivens and Alwyn Evans-Parry standing just inside the tree line. He started to kick his bike into life, but being an old BSA it didn't fire immediately so I had time to dash over and switch off the ignition. "What the fuck are you doing?" he snarled. "I think we'd better have a little chat." I said calmly. "We've got nothing to chat about." "Maybe not. I just think that supplying drugs to schoolgirls in return for sex may well be the sort of thing that the local police may take a dim view of. Don't you agree?" He lost some of his bravado. "So what do you want?" "I've got a little scheme that could make us both some serious money and you could get your end away as much as you like. Now isn't that worth discussing?" "OK you've got my attention, so what's it about?" His frown changed to a grin and finally to outright laughter as I sketched out my plan. "Shit, man. You're worse than me. You sure you've never rode a bike?" I shook my head and asked. "Are you in, then?" "Hell, yes I'm in. When do you want to start?" "Straight away. You sure you got it straight?" "Listen I may not go to your fancy school but I ain't stupid. You do your part I'll do mine." It was settled with a handshake. ***************************************************************** I wasn't entirely sure Francesca was pregnant. I took all the precautions but you can never tell with nature can you? I'd read somewhere that the girl doesn't get properly impregnated unless she orgasmed during sex. Francesca hadn't. So I decided that if I couldn't make her pregnant with quality I'd make up for it in quantity. Furthermore if the silly cow didn't want to orgasm that was fine by me. Just so long as she got me off. Actually it was all very simple. I bought a pager and when I wanted her I just paged her and she had to drop everything and come running. Usually I was laying on my bed. I'd given her careful instructions so she knew exactly what to do. She would come in and, without a word being spoken, she would drop her knickers and turn to allow me to unlock her chastity belt (After all I didn't want her to carry someone else's child now did I?). She would then unleash my penis, suck me hard and then climb on and ride me until I reached my climax. Immediately afterwards she would climb off and insert the inflatable bladder I had fitted to the belt. I would then snick the belt into place and inflate the bladder so my sperm couldn't leak out. I would then dismiss her. Eventually she missed her period and Nikki told me that she was being sick every morning. So I stopped. The belt made sure she couldn't get any sexual satisfaction. If she couldn't be bothered to get off while I fucked her I didn't see why she should be given the opportunity to get off at all. I'm still not sure why I particularly chose her to have the first of my offspring. She just looked the motherly type I suppose. ***************************************************************** "Please Sir, can I talk to you?" "What do you want, Jenny? I'm really busy right now." "Its kind of personal," she said looking around as if the whole school was listening to her. I sighed. "Okay, let's go to my study." "OK what's this about?" "Its about Nikki sir." "What about her?" "She makes me do things." "She is your overseer. Her job is to make you do things." "No sir. Not normal things. Bad things." "Like what?" "She makes me have sex." "If I recall it doesn't take much to make you have sex." "Not like that. This is with people I don't know or don't like." "Why is she doing that do you suppose?" She sobbed. "She makes me charge these boys for fucking me. I have to give her all the money." "So? What do you want me to do about it?" "Well you are her boss, kind of. Maybe you could get her to stop." "You seem to forget that she no longer has an ordinance on her. So I have no more control over what she does than I do over any student at the school. Putting that aside where is your proof? Do these sex acts involve students from this school?" She shook her head. "So who are they and where does it take place?" "It happens all over. She just tells me to go somewhere and I am to fuck the boy, or boys, that I meet there and I get the money and give it to her." "So she's not even there?" "No. Not exactly. She says she's watching but I've never seen her." "So there is no actual proof that she is involved. In fact from where I'm sitting, and I'm sure that this would be the view of the teachers, it sounds like you are doing a bit of whoring to supplement your pocket money. I mean, in Miss Frith's eyes you are just a common slut who sleeps with anyone for drugs. My advise is that if you are sleeping around then I wouldn't let on because Miss Frith will think you are back to your old ways swapping sex for drugs. Do you want that?" "Oh please. It's not like that. Please talk to her. I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything you want. You did say I was good." "Okay, I'll talk to her. But not in return for sex. Good grief, with you sleeping around that much God knows what you have picked up. No way, Jenny. I don't think I'll be sleeping with you again. Nor would anyone else if this got out. So I suggest you don't start spreading it around." She looked stunned. This was a development she'd not thought of. Not only did I not want her anymore but I found her abhorrent. So would the other boys, the respectable ones at least. "If that's all." I said. "I've got to get on." "I'll tell Miss Frith about what happened at Bentley Hill." She really was trying her hardest to play her pair of twos against my royal flush. So I raised. "Listen, you little whore. And I use the word advisedly. You had better keep pretty quiet about that if I were you. For a start Nikki is hardly going to admit it was her and I was nowhere to be seen. The only person that was identifiable, in fact the person who set it up, was you. You went on stage, you made the announcements. And you were hardly doing it under duress. One last point for you to ponder, while you are thinking about all this, is the fact that Nikki was forced to go through it all for your benefit. Your petty schoolgirl revenge. Now with her as your overseer she could make your life pretty unpleasant if she found out. She could even get you expelled, possibly even sent to jail. Plus the fact that her family has a lot of connections and if they found out about this then I wouldn't give this {I snapped my fingers} for your daddy's chances of keeping his store. Nikki's father probably knows the president of the bank which holds the mortgage. So I'd be a bit careful of what you intend to spread around if I were you." I paused to let that sink in. "Anyway. I will talk to her and see what I can do. But never, ever threaten me again. Do you get it?" She nodded tearfully. "Right now I suggest we terminate this conversation before I get really annoyed." I opened the door and ushered her out. Crying. ***************************************************************** "How much do you make her charge?" Nikki was dusting my apartment. She paused, duster in mid air, and turned. "Who?" "Don't act dense, Nikki. I'm not stupid! Jenny! How much does she charge?" "She's been talking, then?" "Didn't you think she would? You were lucky she came to see me first. You've got no hold on her so she could decide that it was worth turning you in, even if it did get her into even more serious shit. What the hell are you thinking of?" "I'm doing it for you." "How so?" "Where do you think the money is coming from that I give you?" "So you've retired, have you?" "Yes I have. I hated it and I hate her. It all kind of fitted somehow. In future the only cock I want to suck is yours and that's only to get you hard so you can fuck me." I laughed, loud and long. Even she giggled at her brazenness. "Okay Nikki, you win. How much does she charge?" "Twenty pounds." For the first time in a long time I was shocked. "Twenty pounds for full sex? But you give me at least two hundred a night! That means......." I paused while I considered it. "Wow, she IS a busy girl. Why so little?" "I don't think she's worth more. She's hardly a class act is she? {her moue of disgust made me laugh again}. Well she isn't is she? So I thought it was about her level." "Whilst I agree with your sentiments I think the market could stand a little increase in revenue. At the same time you need more of a hold on her if you are going to get away with it." "Like you have on me you mean?" I shrugged. "Yeah, if you like. Listen I haven't told you this before but your father has introduced me to some guys in the City and we are putting together a venture capital deal for a new biotechnology company. So we need all the money we can get. Which was why I got you to do all those things. So I think it is time we put Jenny's cunt on a more commercially acceptable level. Don't you agree?" "What do you mean 'we'?" "Me and you, Nikki. I'm doing this for us. You know I love you and I want to become acceptable in the circles you move in and money is the only way." "You love me?" Now she was shocked. "Sure. I have since the first day I saw you but you thought I was a piece of shit." "So you did all this, just to get me to like you?" Yes, Nikki. It was all for you." She dropped her duster and flew across the room, her arms hugged me tightly. "I love you too, Simon." "So you'll put her prices up?" I asked as I carried her into the bedroom. She murmured into my shoulder. ***************************************************************** "So you've got it straight. You will do everything that this man asks. Everything. Do you understand?" The twins nodded fearfully. "This is both a punishment and a way of making amends. Remember I could still get you both beaten and expelled. You got that?" Another nod and a whimper, from one them. Vince lounged against the door of the van, which was parked by the side of three acre wood, admiring the meat that I'd delivered to him. I walked over to him. "They're virgins so I suggest they are a bit too valuable for you to fuck them first. Sell their cherries and then fuck them after." "Shit, man. I've met softer, more kind hearted Crack Dealers. Are you for real?" "Listen," I said. "Let's get things straight. This is business. I'm offering you a way of making some serious money so don't screw me around. If you fuck me up then, I swear to God, I'll fucking get you and cut out your liver and have it, lightly grilled, for breakfast. You understand?" Coming from a mining town certainly had its advantages on occasion, certainly when it came to vocabulary for dealing with the more earthy members of society. "Yeah, cool. Don't sweat it. I know what to do. I won't fuck you around. We're partners." "And don't you forget it." I smiled to lighten the mood. "Okay. Because this is such a momentous occasion I've arranged a couple of cameramen to record the proceedings for posterity. Its your job to make sure they're hidden away before the show starts." "Sure, man. No problem." I beckoned to Chris Brewster-Hythe and Nicholas Courtney-White. They were my film crew. Ever since I'd shown them the tape of them raping away Su Choy's cherry they had been fairly co-operative towards my ventures. "You know what to do, boys?" They nodded. "You do well and I'll see what I can do about fixing a return match between you and your LBFM." I could see them looking puzzled. So I put them out of their misery. "Little Brown Fucking Machine." They laughed and on that happy note the show hit the road. ***************************************************************** Word must have spread. The theatre at Bentley Hill was packed. Nearly 2,000 people were crammed in to see the latest 'Bradshaw production' entitled Mistress and Slave. Jenny was naked and Nikki was dressed in Leathers, complete with face mask. This time I locked myself into the video control suite, with Chris and Nicholas who were thoroughly enjoying the extra-curricular activities that I had coerced them into. It was quite a chore controlling the banks of video cameras, even by radio link. The boys acted as my camera men whilst I played the producer. Amazingly Nikki had scripted the whole thing. When I read it I was, quite frankly, stunned. Women are far crueller to each other than men ever could be to them. Maybe we still have a bit of chivalrous blood left in us, possibly even a few scruples. But women had no such inhibitions and it showed. Oh well, you know what they say about hell having no fury like a woman scorned. Well Nikki must really be feeling scorned. The show started with Nikki leading her 'slave' on stage by her doglead. I'm not usually a great one for leathers, I feel that they impart too hard an image on a woman who, in my opinion should be either be dressed up in frilly frippery or butt naked. But I had to admit Nikki looked devastating, especially alongside her snivelling, naked slave. Then, like a circus lion tamer, she cracked her whip and proceeded to put Jenny through a series of erotic adventures. Mainly she cracked the whip in the air, for effect, but occasionally she had to crack it across Jenny's naked backside when she balked at a particularly humiliating exhibition. The bit I enjoyed was where Nikki got her slave to impale herself on a long steel dildo which was screwed to a small stool. She sat there, face beet red and eyes twinkling with tears of humiliation and shame. A few cracks of the whip and she was bouncing merrily. The crowd, mostly silent for Nikki's original performance, were loud and raucous with ribald comments and coarse encouragement. Urged on by Nikki's whip across her sweating bottom she went faster and faster, while the comments metamorphasized into rhythmic chants in time with her frantic bouncing. "Yes, Yes, Yes..." screamed the crowd as she pumped on the unyielding phallus. Her head shook and her breath started to come in great whoops as she neared her climax. Just as she started to crest the wave, Nikki pulled her off. "Pleeeeeeease!" Cried Jenny. "Please let me finish." The crowd roared in approval. Nikki tilted her face up to stare into her eyes. "And what, my little slave, will you do in return?" "Anything." A barest whisper. "Will you allow some of the gentlemen in the audience to help you to reach your climax?" Jenny nodded miserably. Nikki walked to the front of the stage and announced that Jenny would like some volunteers to help to put her out of her sexual misery. So Jenny ended up having her own public gangbang with a group of 'volunteers' from the audience. Afterwards Nikki took her to one of the dressing rooms and a queue of lusty punters soon formed to sample her delights, whilst Nikki took their money. I had cameras in the dressing room so I was able to capture every nuance of her performance. Thus I was fortunate to get footage of various local dignitaries as they immersed themselves between her barely legal thighs. Initially she was very energetic but as the night wore on she wasn't exactly giving it her best. After a while it got boring, so I switched off the recorders. Jenny was still going strong though she didn't exactly bounce around much anymore. I groaned when I thought about the ten hours of film I now had to edit. ***************************************************************** "Where were these shot?" We had just watched the video of the twins' first performance. "I haven't got a clue, Nikki." "You must have some idea. You arranged it." "Not really. I was just a facilitator. I just brought the parties together." "But you made most of the money." "True. But then I am a very good facilitator." "Oh, you're impossible." "Improbable, yes. Impossible, no. You can read me like a book." I lied. She took a deep breath. "So how much did you make?" "How much did WE make?" She threw a pillow at me. "OK how much did WE make?" "Educated guess?" "Yes, an educated guess." "I'm not sure of the exact figures." "Roughly!" She was clearly becoming exasperated now. "On a conservative estimate I reckon we probably cleared about twenty five grand." "WHAT?" "You having trouble with your hearing? I said we made........" "I heard." She broke in. "I'm just having trouble believing it. Twenty five thousand pounds for one nights work and you weren't even there." "Yep. Not bad eh? It would have been more but I did have expenses." "It puts Jenny's efforts to shame." "Oh, I don't know. She clears nearly thirty grand a month and the show at Bentley hill sure pulled in the punters. We made about twenty grand there." "We did?" "We sure did. See you're no slouch when it comes to earning money yourself." "I am getting quite good aren't I?" she giggled. "So how is Jenny?" "Exhausted. I keep her pretty busy." "You sure do. I think it's about time she had a little helper and I've got just the person in mind." Nikki looked fearful for a second. "No, not you, silly." I could hear the sigh of relief. "Who is it then?" "You'll see." I said, enigmatically. ***************************************************************** "So they want a return match?" "Do they ever. It went down a storm. Where'd you get those clothes? They were like something out of a St. Trinians film." "I think you'll find they're called Gym-slips and it is exactly what they used to wear here, years ago. I just got the girls to turn up the hems to make them a bit more modern." "I tell you the crowd loved it. 'Specially them looking all scared, biting their lips and all. In stereo too. One did something, they both did it." "So what happened?" Vince shrugged. "It was an auction. Like in the Roman days. Just these guys in a warehouse bidding to be the ones that bought their cherries. Then who got seconds, thirds and so on." "So who won?" "This Arab guy. Bought them both. Burst them both one after the other. Don't know the name of the one that got the spunk. How the hell do you tell 'em apart?" "Beats me. Maybe I should tattoo an 'A' and a 'J' on their arses. So how much did he pay for them?" "Forty grand." "You're pulling my leg. Forty Grand." I never expected this much. I'd just guessed when I had talked to Nikki. "Yep, forty grand, that's for both of them mind, and the others made up another twenty. I tell you these guys were loaded." "How many were there?" "One of them did ten, the other nine." So the McIvor twins were different to each other at last! "Not a bad night's work." "Are you paying them?" he asked. "That's part of the deal." I said. "They're paying back some money they stole." "So how much do they get?" "They get a percentage." "Listen, I'm supposed to be your partner." "Yes you're right. I'll tell you. They get a penny a fuck." "A penny! That's mean, man. So how much do they owe?" "About thirty quid." I could see him doing a quick mental calculation. Then a smile spread over his face. "It looks like I'm going to have to introduce a bit more work their way. I mean I wouldn't want them to leave school with debts hanging over their heads now, would I?" "My sentiments exactly!" ***************************************************************** Tears rolled down Su Choy's cheeks as she watched the video. Finally it finished and I clicked it off. "So what have you got to say for yourself?" I asked. Her mouth opened and closed like a beached fish. "I'm talking to you, Su Choy." "I'm so sorry." "I should think you are too. Doing that sort of thing. In my bedroom too. It was lucky I had my anti-burglary surveillance camera there to catch you at it. I'm sure Miss Frith would be furious if she found out she had a couple of Lesbians in her school. It might even mean a repeat of the public caning." "Oh no. Sorry Sir. Please don't tell her." I changed tack. "Don't you like boys then?" She flushed scarlet but said nothing. "I'm talking to you. Do you like boys?" She shook her head. I don't suppose she would after being raped. "So you are a Lesbian?" "No Sir. I'm not a Lesbian {she pronounced it Resbrian. It was sooo sweet}." I'm not so sure. I think you are going to have to go a long way to prove to me that you are normal." "How I prove it?" I pretended to ponder a second. Then I explained my plan. The next night she was fucked again by Chris Brewster-Hythe and Nicholas Courtney-White. I made her charge them five pounds each and I captured it on film. Jenny now had a little helper. ***************************************************************** "How'd you feel about a change of venue?" I asked Vince. "So where are you thinking of holding this event?" "Here in the school." "Shit, mate. Old Frosty drawers would have my ghoulies on a platter if I showed my face around here." I smiled wondering what Miss Frith would have said if she knew she was being referred to as Old Frosty Drawers. "Not if you wore a suit and cut your hair." "Wear a suit! Cut my Hair! I'd lose my image. Hell man, ain't there another way?" I shook my head. "Not for what I have in mind. Anyway you are well on the way to becoming a successful businessman and its about time you dressed and acted the part." "Yeah, I'm a pimp." "Least you'll be a rich one." I countered. "You must admit it is very seldom that something comes along that offers the same profit margin as those twins." "True. Okay, so if I do that, what's the deal?" I told him. Not all of it you understand. After all a man's got to have his secrets too. ***************************************************************** Visitors'' Day. Traditionally the time when parents come to the school to see how little Janey and little Johnny are actually doing. In reality the time to put one across on the other parents. True to form the twins' father was away in the States on business. Which was kind of handy for my plans. Su Choy was free too. Sadly Jenny's parents turned up to see how their huge fees were being spent and to mix with the upper classes. Jenny looked good considering. I wasn't really sure how a girl is supposed to look after fucking at least ten men a night for two months. Well you couldn't really tell, except maybe the eyes. I dunno. I didn't care much neither. It was my job to mingle and it was something I had every intention of doing. Nikki was radiant and she babbled on about me so much to her mother, that I had to make my excuses and leave. Her father caught up with me and introduced me to some of his friends. They were city financiers mainly. Some I'd met before but some were new. We talked deals. They seemed quite impressed that a school kid should have such a knowledge of the city and the wherewithal to place some investments. Every now and then I caught a glimpse of Vince. Pretending he was a big brother or something. Miss Frith sure as hell wouldn't recognise him. In fact I had to look twice. He looked very slick in his Italian suit and his hair was short and greased back like a yuppie. I didn't see him often. He flitted in and around the crowd occasionally going off with one of the fathers. Chris Brewster-Hythe or Nicholas Courtney-White would always step in to talk to the mother, if required, so his foray wasn't noticed. I checked the takings later. A couple of grand. We weren't charging real money today, just the kind of pocket money you'd likely to be carrying around at this sort of gig. The real pay-off would come later. ***************************************************************** 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. "Okay. I want to put our little business on a formalised footing. Time is pressing on and I feel we haven't even begun to get to the real money yet." "So what do you want to do?" enquired Nikki. "Form a company. Buy one off the shelf. Vince can be the director I'll keep the shares." "Shit man. Me a director. If my mum could see me now." Vince laughed. "What sort of company?" Nikki again. "The same sort of business but on a more respectable level." "Come on, man, don't keep us in suspense!" "Okay, okay. A porn company. I want to start producing books and videos and stuff. We've got a lot of the material. We've certainly got the stars. All we need is the infrastructure." We talked about it long into the night. That's how Beachclub Enterprises was born. ***************************************************************** The girls had starred in more movies than most Hollywood faces. Some of them straight, some kinky. Some, which mainly starred Jenny, were downright disgusting involving all kinds of non-human sexual contact. I won't bore you with the details but suffice to say they made an enormous amount of money. I passed my exams and got into Cambridge to study molecular Biology. Nikki passed hers too, much to her father's delight, and she too went to Cambridge to read law. Vince took charge of our stable who all, with the exception of Jenny, had another year at school. He managed, through the numerous contacts he made in the school to increase the stable and the books and films kept rolling out. All starring frightened looking schoolgirls. Nikki's legal mind came in handy when we created a pseudo-contract for Jenny and sold it, and her, to a hard-core porn factory in Denmark. They say the film about her and the stallion is regarded as a classic. I got a first and went on to do my Doctorate. Nikki got a 2:1 and left Uni to concentrate on the business which was booming by now. My legitimate investments were also doing well, I always had the right tips from the City and in return I could always arrange a little something, or someone should I say, to liven up a party. I married Nikki when I got my PhD and went on to form International Biological Research. You've probably heard of it, we found the cure for the cold. I also got involved in a bit of corporate raiding with my friends in the city. Keeping my hand in as it were. Seeding the funds of a Political Party got me my peerage. That's the story, really. Now gentlemen, it is up to you. ***************************************************************** 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?" ***************************************************************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----