5 comments/ 74448 views/ 7 favorites Schooling By: VGracen She sat angrily in the hard chair outside the office, glaring at the two aides who had apparently been assigned to watch her. “SO WHAT if I tried to run away last night...! I didn’t ASK to be sent to this STUPID school. It’s not my FAULT that my mother died and that my stepfather “just can’t handle me” any more! SO WHAT if the drinking and drugs and parties are a “little” out of control! It’s not like anybody really CARES anyway!” The oak office door opened and the Headmaster appeared. “Come in Miss Gracen, we need to talk.” She thought for a moment about refusing, but there was something in his voice that compelled her to stand and follow him into the office. She thought for an instant that she had heard the lock click on the door as he closed it behind her but no, that wouldn’t be right, would it..? “Please sit down Victoria. I understand that you were caught in town last night, apparently at the bus station? Surely, you weren’t trying to leave us, were you?” “So what if I was? It’s not like anybody here cares anyway. Plus, I’m 18 and I can do what I want!” “Well, you are wrong about that Miss Gracen. Your stepfather and the courts have given us custody of you until the end of the school year. After that, you will be free to do as you please, but until then, I am afraid that you must abide by our rules. I am afraid that your little escapade last night has earned you a rather serious punishment.” “Oh sure! What...? Bread and water for a week?” “Hardly, Miss. Please stand and come over to the desk.” Victoria did as he instructed, eyeing him suspiciously all the while, finally standing by the side of the large oak desk. “Face the desk and bend over Miss Gracen.” “No way! What, do you think you are going to get to paddle me or something? What are you, a big pervert?” “Bend over the desk, Miss Gracen. If you do not, the two gentlemen outside will be called in to assist you.” She glared at him and opened her mouth to refuse, shutting it abruptly as he strode toward the door. Angrily, she turned toward the desk and bent over a little, placing her palms on the desktop. “All the way over, Miss Gracen, your shoulders down on the desk.” “NO WAY! I am not going to play this dirty little game with you, you perv!” Her tirade was abruptly cut off as he opened the door and gestured to the two men waiting outside. The three men stood just inside the door regarding her. “Shall I have your cooperation or not, Miss Gracen?” She met his steady gaze with angry tears in her eyes and took a breath for a scathing retort, but stopped short, backing up a step with her hands out in a warding gesture as the two aides took a step in her direction. Her voice was small and shaking as she said, “Alright, alright, I’ll do what you want, just please send them out.” “Very good, Miss Gracen. You have made your choice.” A gesture sent the two grinning aides from the room, closing the door behind them. “Assume the required position, Victoria.” There were tears in her eyes as she bent over the desk, feeling the cool wood against her face and through the thin fabric of her blouse. Waves of shame and embarassment washed over her, but at the same time there was a tiny voice in the back of her head whispering, “You know you want this....”. “Stay there and don’t get up, or this will get worse for you.” The tone of his voice told her that he was serious and that small voice in her head told her to obey, so she kept her head and shoulders down as he ordered, feeling vulnerable and exposed with her butt sticking out. She gasped as she felt his hand on her ass, rubbing her ass cheeks through the fabric of her skirt but her gasp turned to a whimper as she felt him pull her skirt up, exposing her panties to his gaze. She could feels his hands on her ass now, rubbing and squeezing as if he was assessing her. “Please Sir, don’t.... Please don’t do this.... I won’t tell and we can just pretend that nothing happened. Please don’t...” “Be quiet Victoria. Surely you have heard some of the other girls whisper about punishments here? Well, you are about to experience it for yourself. You had best be quiet and take it, or things will get much worse, I promise you.” His large hand rubbed soothingly over her ass cheeks, but he suddenly drew back and smacked her hard twice, once on each cheek, causing her to yelp and jump in alarm. Hoping that her punishment was done, she started to stand, but his hand forcefully shoved her head back down and she realized that he had only begun... She felt his hands on the waistband of her panties and knew that he was going to remove them. “NO! Don’t pull my panties down! I’ll be good, I promise. Please don’t, please don’t.....” Her voice trailed off into a sob as she felt her panties being pulled down to her knees, exposing her smooth round ass. She felt something being rubbed against her and turned her head just enough to see that the Headmaster held a long thin bamboo cane in his hand. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized that he intended to use this on her. Her hands flew behind her to cover her ass. “Move your hands Victoria.” “I can’t Sir, I can’t. Please don’t spank me, please....” “Move your hands girl. This is the last time I will tell you.” “I can’t Sir, please....” Her pleas ended abruptly as she felt his hands seize her wrists and forcibly move her arms, drawing them up to a position over her head. She felt something cold being snapped around each wrist and began to cry as she realized that she was now restrained. “Please don’t Sir....please...” The first stroke of the cane left a stripe of fire across her butt cheeks, bring a scream of shock from her, soon followed by whimpering, gasps and cries of pain as he began to stripe her ass, working methodically over her butt and upper thighs until her skin was a criss-crossed pattern of welts and red stripes. Victoria felt him release her wrists but didn’t move from her position on the desk. Tears streamed down her face and she felt like her entire ass was on fire, but there was another feeling too. Her pussy had become swollen and wet and she realized that her punishment was really turning her on, in spite of the pain. “Please Sir” she whispered. “What is it Victoria? Surely, you don’t want more caning?” “No Sir, no more caning. But, I need....I ... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ask. I should be ashamed of myself.” She started to rise from the desk but felt his hand gently restraining her this time. “What is it you need Victoria?” Her voice was almost a whisper as she said, “I.... I want you to, to um... f-fuck me Sir... please. I need it really bad.” “You haven’t earned the right to have my cock girl. In the meantime, maybe this will help.” She felt his hand move down the crack of her ass and moaned as his fingers slid over her dripping cunt. She pushed back against him, hold her ass as high as she could to get more contact as he began to rub gently over her clit. His feather light touch caused her to moan in frustration, but his hands controlled her completely, preventing her from getting more friction. “You may not come without permission when you are with me Victoria. I want you to remember that. If you want to come, you need to ask for it.” She almost laughed at this, but then remembered and felt the stripes on her ass and said, “Please let me come for you Sir. I need to come soon, please, please.” He began to move his hand once more in light circles over her stiffened clit, sliding smoothly in the wetness of her cunt. She gasped as she felt a tingling warmth begin to radiate from her pussy. “Please, please”, she begged him. “That’s right little slut, very good. You may come NOW, if you like.” The pressure on her clit increased and the little bundle of nerves began to pulse. Her orgasm rolled over her in waves, leaving her gasping and breathless, helplessly riding the sensation as he continued to stimulate her. Finally, exhausted, she lay draped over his desk, feeling him gently draw up her panties to cover her wet cunt and the scarlet stripes on her sore, burning ass, smoothing her skirt down and rubbing soft circles over her tender flesh. He helped her stand and then handed her some tissues to clean her face and blow her nose. She stood facing him and found that she was unable to meet his direct gaze, standing submissively with her eyes on the floor, unable to believe what had just happened to her. It was painful, strange, scary, a little dirty and unbelievably arousing! It also made her feel safe and cared for in a way. “Very good Victoria. I think that you have learned a lesson here today and I believe that there may be many more in your future. Be here on Thursday at 3:30 and we will continue your instruction.” “Yes Sir, thank you. I’ll be here.” He unlocked the door and saw her out. The two aides gave small knowing smiles as they watched her walk down the long hallway - Headmaster had found a new teacher’s pet today and Miss Victoria had only just begun to discover the pleasures of submission. Schooling Ch. 02 The darkly paneled hallway to the Headmaster's office seemed to grow longer with each step she took that day. Her body moved obediently, never betraying the war going on in her head. "What he is doing to me is abuse! I should report this to somebody, I should just tell him NO! He doesn't have any right to touch me that way or tell me what to do"! Her hand lightly ran over her ass she has walked, feeling the faint remnants of her last encounter with the Headmaster. The vivid red stripes had faded, but she still had a little soreness to remind her of being bent over his desk with her panties down to her knees, receiving a caning for trying to run away. "But I liked it, didn't I.... being bent over like that, with my ass sticking out, feeling his hand on me...? Made me soooo hot! Then, his fingers on my clit, making me cum for him..."? Her internal debate abruptly ended as she realized that she was facing the Headmaster's aide, who sat at a small desk just outside the door. "May I help you, Miss Victoria?" "Yes. Headmaster wanted to see me today at 3:30." "I see. Have you quite recovered from your last meeting?" Victoria flushed, embarrassed that he would mention their last encounter. "Just tell him that I'm here!", she snapped at him. "I don't think so, Miss. Not until you have learned to show some respect"! Before she realized what was happening, the aide had come around the side of the desk, his large hand gripping the back of her head tightly by the hair, bowing her body backward over the corner of the desk. She struggled as she felt his hand at her waistband, pulling her blouse from her skirt, but gasped in pain as his other hand fisted in her hair, bringing tears to her eyes. "Be still girl and be quiet, if you know what's good for you. Keep your hands at your sides." Her jerked roughly at her blouse until the buttons popped open, exposing the lacy white bra she had chosen that day, then yanked her bra upward to bare her breasts. Victoria cried out in shock and again tried to get away, but once more his hand tightened on her and she stilled instantly. Her eyes were closed in pain and shame, but flew open wide as she felt him pinch her nipple hard enough to draw a gasp from her and then his hot mouth was on her. He held her tightly as his lips and tongue explored her lush breasts, flicking her nipples into stiff peaks that he sucked and nipped at until, finally, he heard her moan in pleasure. Laughing, he released her, pushing her toward the door. "Leave your clothing the way it is, little slut, and go on in." Clutching the edges of her blouse around her, she opened the door and quickly slipped inside, to be brought up short by the Headmaster himself, standing just a few feet away. She met his eyes briefly as she stood huddled in front of him, but then dropped her gaze to the floor in shame and embarrassment. His eyes flashed over her, taking in her flushed face and disheveled appearance. "Sir, I...." She felt his hand under her chin, raising her face to his, kissing her very lightly, forestalling any explanation, and then gently helped her restore her clothing. "Victoria, are you here because you want to be"? Her eyes met his for a long moment and she nodded, "Yes", feeling a warm flush rush over her and sudden wetness in her pussy. "Do you want to stay and learn what I can teach you? Some of the things I ask you to do may not be easy for you. Are you ready to trust me and to obey me"? There was long silence as she thought about what he said, her internal debate once again raging, but finally, she looked up at him and replied quietly, "Yes Sir, I want to stay". "Very well then. Go into the next room and take off your uniform. I want you to put on the things that have been laid out, and nothing else. Can you do that Victoria"? "Yes, Sir". The next room turned out to be a large, well appointed bedroom and she realized that she must be in the Headmaster's private quarters. Curiously, she looked around, noting the large antique bed, a huge, dark, ornately carved armoire and luxurious carpets strewn over the floor. Through the door, she heard his voice, "Quickly Victoria, don't keep me waiting"! Stripping off her uniform, she noted that there were black silk stockings and a garter belt laying on the bed. She put these on with difficulty, fumbling with the fastenings on the garter belt, hoping that she had it on right. Looking about for the rest of the costume, she found.... nothing. "Surely he can't mean for me to be naked except for a pair of stockings"! The door opened and her hands flashed up to cover her breasts and then down over her pussy. Laughing at her obvious distress and confusion, he held out a pair of stiletto heels. "Here little one, I forgot to leave these for you. I think that you will find they are your size." She took the shoes from him and held them against her breasts, provoking another burst of masculine laughter. "Put them on for me pet". Her mind still whirling in embarrassment, she did as he asked, finally swaying unsteadily before him, her hands moving nervously, unsure of where they belonged. "There are certain rules that you must follow when you are here with me Victoria. I expect you to remember them because you will be punished in the future, should you forget. There will be more rules in the future, but for now, we will start with these. When you are here in this room, you will be on your knees at all times, unless I instruct you otherwise. You will keep your eyes down and will address me as "Sir" or "Master". Do you understand"? "Yes Sir." "Then why are you not obeying your first rule?" It seemed to take a moment for his words to sink in, and he could see her try to organize her thoughts, before she lowered her eyes to the floor and slowly sank to her knees, her hands still trying in vain to provide some cover. "Very good pet. Now, place your hands behind your back, your left hand gripping your right wrist." He watched as she processed this and then slowly complied. Circling her, he observed her closely, noting her that her breathing was shallow and fast and that she was trembling slightly. He tapped her sharply under the chin. "Head up, little one. Keep your eyes on the floor." Finally satisfied with her posture, he moved away to a nearby chair, watching her closely. Several long minutes passed as he studied her. She felt frozen in place, unable to move at all under his steady gaze. "Come here, Victoria." She started to rise and go to him, but was stopped by a sharp "NO! Remember your rule Victoria..." She dropped back to her knees in confusion, but suddenly realized that she knew exactly what he wanted. She crawled to him on her hands and knees, stopping in front of him and resuming her former position. "Very, very good Victoria. I am quite pleased. We will start today's session now. Each lesson will begin the same way for you, with a spanking. Now, this is not a punishment, but will serve to remind you to be obedient. Place yourself across my lap. Do it now." She did as he asked, feeling absurdly grateful when his left arm encircled her waist, holding her steady. His right hand caressed her bare ass, and she realized that she was becoming aroused, just as she had when he had caned her the week before. "Please Sir, please..." "What is it, little one?" Her voice was very small as she replied, "Please....please spank me Sir." "Very good Victoria, that pleases me very much." His caresses stopped and she cried out as his hand sharply cracked across her ass cheek. He covered her butt cheeks and upper thighs with sharp blows until her skin was red and glowing under his hand and the smell of her arousal was evident. Sliding his hand down the crack of her ass, he plunged two fingers into her dripping wetness as she cried out in pleasure at the penetration. He continued to pump her until he felt the walls of her pussy begin to tighten. "Now little pet, we will have your lesson for today. Stand up and walk for me." Her moan of disappointment was audible as she struggled to her feet in the unfamiliar high heels. "Walk for you Sir?" "Yes Victoria, walk to the far wall and back, until I tell you to stop." Smiling in amusement, he watched her sway toward the far wall and then turn and wobble back. "Again." Over and over, she made the trip, growing more steady, and he began to instruct her on how to hold her arms and head just so and how to place her feet to achieve the most graceful walk. He watched with interest as she began to hold her shoulders back, displaying her full breasts to best advantage, and as she seemed to become oblivious to the fact that she was basically naked. He occasionally touched her, to make small corrections in her posture, and was pleased to note that she would subtly lean into his touch, seeking more contact. After what seemed like hours, he was pleased with her progress and let her return to kneel before him. "You have pleased me very much today Victoria and I plan to reward you. Turn around now, on your hands and knees." She swiftly complied, her pussy swollen and wet, eagerly anticipating his hand or cock. Her anticipation turned to shock when she felt something slick over her ass pucker, quickly followed by a burning penetration of her ass by something cool, hard and smooth. She scrambled away from him, turning to look with horror at the slender dildo he held in his hand. "NO! No, please Sir, I can't do that. I don't want that!" "Come back here Victoria and resume your position. I know that this is new for you, but I will make it feel very good for you." "No Sir, I won't.. That's just nasty and I don't like it at all!" "You refuse to obey me Victoria?" "I just can't do THAT. You're NOT putting anything up my butt!" With a heavy sigh, he laid the dildo aside and said, "Fine, it is your choice. Put your clothes on, I think that we are finished here." He left the room, closing the door behind him. Unseen by her, there was a small smile curling the corners of his lips. In stunned surprise, Victoria sat for a minute, just looking at the closed door. Tears welled up and she began to cry, angry that she had been placed in this position at all, but then also upset that he was obviously disappointed in her. She dressed slowly, reluctant to face his possible anger at her disobedience. Finally, she dried her face as best she could and opened the door. Headmaster was seated at his desk, engaged in going over some paperwork. Hoping to avoid facing him, Victoria crossed to the outer door quickly but, as her hand touched the door handle, his quietly spoken command drew her up short. "Come here, Miss Gracen." Tears welling again, she walked slowly to stand in front of his desk. Reaching forward, her handed her a large wad of tissues to dry her eyes and blow her nose. "Victoria, from now on, if you come here, you will come of your own free will. I will not send for you again. However, if you do come, you must be prepared to submit fully. I can teach you things that most women will never learn in their entire lives, show you a way to live that will afford you more pleasure than you can imagine, but it has to be your choice... You may go now." Numbly, she turned and walked toward the door, head down and shoulders slumped a little. As she turned the handle to leave, his voice stopped her once again. She didn't turn around as she heard him say, "You should also know, should you decide to return, that my assistants have been given permission to touch you in any way they care to. And, if you do come back, it will be to stay. No changing your mind, no second chances." With a sob, she jerked the heavy door open and fled down the long hallway. Through the open door, the Headmaster and his assistant exchanged a small smile and knowing look - Miss Victoria was far from done with her lessons. Schooling Ch. 03 Outwardly, she appeared normal, smiling and chatting like any young woman, but her inner turmoil was growing. Her friends has begun to talk about what they would do when the school year ended, some mentioning university and others talking about jobs or maybe marriage. Victoria listened to their chatter and laughed with them, but slowly began to realize that none of these things were what she truly wanted. There was a part of her that wanted to be owned, possessed, bound and controlled. She felt ashamed of it, because it had been drummed into her head for years that men and women were equal and that women should be independent and strong. Late one evening, she found herself in the corridor that led to the Headmaster's office. His last words to her repeated over the over in her head, "I can teach you things that most women will never learn in their entire lives, show you a way to live that will afford you more pleasure than you can imagine, but it has to be your choice... If you do choose to come back, it will be to stay. No changing your mind, no second chances." The office door was unlocked and she entered, finding the room in semi-darkness, light by only the desk lamp. "Sir, are you here? I...I need to ask you..." The door to his private quarters opened and he came into the room, dressed more casually than she had ever seen him, barefoot, in black jeans with a white shirt, open at the collar and cuffs. "Victoria! I am surprised to see you tonight. What can I do for you?" "Please Sir, I need to talk to you. I am so confused...." Tears began to fall as he guided her to a chair and handed her some tissues. "What are you confused about, little one? "Those things you said to me Sir...I just keep thinking about it. I know that I shouldn't want it, but I just can't help it. I can't help thinking.... I feel so different from my friends and I wonder if it's because... if it's because I am a weak person, someone who needs to be told what to do all the time. His laughter startled her and she looked up at him, wondering if he was making fun of her. "You, Victoria, weak? I don't think so. It takes a strong person to know what they want and to get it. It takes a strong person to go against what is "normal" and make the decision, the choice, to submit to someone else." She began to cry in earnest then and he waited patiently until her sobs tapered off and finally stopped. "Feeling better now, Miss Gracen?" She nodded, not looking up. "Is there anything else you need tonight?" There was a minute of silence but finally, she slid from the chair onto her knees, assuming the posture he had taught her only a few weeks ago. "Please Sir, teach me." "Are you sure, Victoria? I have told you that there is no going back if you come to me." "I know, Sir." "I am asking you one more time Victoria. Are you quite sure about this?" Her voice was small but steady, as she looked up, meeting his eyes and replied, "Yes....Master." "Come with me then." His hand on the back of her neck felt reassuring as he opened the door to the next room. Entering, she was startled to see two people in the room, one of the Headmaster's assistants, and one of her own classmates, nude and kneeling at the man's feet. "Victoria, I think that you have met my aide, Richard, and I am sure that you know Gina. The two of you have a geometry class together, don't you?" "Yes Sir, we do, but I..." "No more talking pet, unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?" Victoria nodded and looked down in confusion, unsure what to do. Her eyes flicked back to Gina, who knelt unmoving, her dark skin glowing in the golden light of the room. Richard's hand moved to her breast, pinching the nipple and Victoria heard a slight gasp, but nothing more. "Take off your clothes Victoria, lay them over on that chair and then come to me." She moved automatically to obey him, her mind almost blank as she removed each piece of clothing, folding them neatly and placing them where he indicated. Returning to stand in front of him, she met his eyes briefly, then sank to her knees, her hands held behind her back, eyes cast to the floor. "Richard, I plan to start each of Victoria's sessions with a spanking, just to remind her to be obedient. I know that you were about to punish Gina, so let us make one serve for both. Please have Gina come over here." Richard motioned to her and the dark girl crawled toward Victoria, finally kneeling beside her. Firm hands pushed both of their heads toward the floor, shoulders down, asses raised and vulnerable, dark and light side by side. Victoria heard the hiss of a belt being drawn through loops and seconds later the leather landed on her flesh with a stinging impact. She jumped and found herself pressed tightly against Gina, their backsides being reddened and warmed by leather and hands. Finally, her ass throbbing and hot, Victoria was told to crawl forward a little, then turn and watch as Gina received her punishment. She winced as a leather paddle cracked sharply against Gina's already glowing ass and thighs, causing her to cry out and finally, tears to flow. "Go to her Victoria, comfort her now." Victoria crawled to Gina and gathered the sobbing girl into her arms, stoking her head gently and making small noises of comfort. Gina's skin was soft under her hands and the other girl quieted quickly, pressing close, until Victoria could feel their breasts rubbing together. Gina's hands began to return her caresses and Victoria gasped as Gina rubbed over her erect nipple, causing a bolt of pure pleasure to shoot to her wet pussy. The two men watched with interest as the women became bolder, hands roaming more freely with lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss. Victoria's fingers slipped into Gina's wet slit, fascinated by the feel of her slippery wetness and the firm nub of her clit that swelled under her touch. Exploring further, she found Gina's opening and boldly slipped her finger inside, enjoying the moan of pleasure from the other women. Victoria's eyes closed in bliss as she felt her touches reciprocated, Gina's fingers rubbing her clit gently. Laughing, Richard remarked, "Well it seems like these two little sluts have decided to have their own lesson this evening!" "Yes indeed. This is quite entertaining, but I had another lesson in mind for Victoria tonight. You and Gina may certainly watch or may entertain yourselves as you wish." The two girls felt strong hands fasten in their hair and they were pulled apart, with moans of disappointment. Victoria was quickly positioned on her hands and knees. "Victoria, the last time you were with me, you refused to submit to my wishes. Tonight, you WILL submit, and you will learn to take pleasure any way that I choose to give it." She felt slick fingers over her ass and jumped slightly. This was followed by a sharp blow from his hand to her ass cheek as he cautioned her to remain still. "Since this is new for you, I will help you submit tonight. Put your head and shoulders down, hands between your legs and grasp your ankles." Victoria did as he directed and soon found herself bound, wrists to ankles, unable to move, her ass and sex exposed. He placed a small pillow under her shoulders and made sure that her face was turned so that she could see the other pair in the room. She felt his strong arm encircle her waist to keep her still and then felt a cool hardness against her ass pucker, followed by pressure and a burning, stretching sensation as her ass opened to the dildo that was forced past her resistance and into her back channel. She cried out at the invasion and began to pant, trying to ease the pain a little. He held the dildo there, moving it only slightly in and out, allowing her time to adjust to the intrusion. "How does that feel now, Victoria?" "It hurt a lot at first Sir, but it's better now." "Very good. Lets see how you do with this one." She felt the dildo slip from her passage, to be replaced with another, larger than the first. The burning pain returned as he pressed it into her hole, causing her cry out and struggle against her bonds, but she was held immobile. "Try to relax Victoria, don't fight against it. Bear down a little as if you are trying to push it out." Crying, she did as he instructed, gasping when the larger object slipped further into her ass. The pain began to ease somewhat and she became aware of a feeling of fullness and that her clit had become swollen and was throbbing in time with her abused asshole. Victoria looked toward Gina and Richard and saw that Gina was also on her hands and knees. Richard had freed his cock from his pants and had slicked it, positioning it at Gina's back entrance and then pushing in, in one smooth hard stroke. Gina moaned loudly and then screamed, "Sir, I am cumming, I'm cumming now!" Richard began to pump her in a steady rhythm and Gina bucked back against him, obviously enjoying having his cock in her ass. Victoria felt the dildo in her butt begin to move and became overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensation of fullness, enjoying the slick slide of the sex toy in her passage, although there was still a bit of burning as she was stretched open. Fingers brushed her clit and she began to pant and moan as he stimulated her ass and clit until she felt a tightness in her belly. "Please sir, I think I am going to cum.. Please let me cum soon!" "You may cum if you like, little pet." Stimulation of her clit increased as did the sensation in her ass. Looking over, she saw Gina's hole being pounded as Richard's pale cock slid in and out. Her clit swelled and begun to pulse under Sir's talented fingers, her orgasm racing through her body, causing her back channel to clench around the pistoning dildo. Her screams of pleasure sent Richard over the edge and he came with a shout, shooting his load deep into Gina's backside. Leaving the dildo buried deep in Victoria's ass, Sir stood and quickly removed his clothing. Victoria moaned at the sight of his nude body, his long hard cock jutting proudly. He positioned himself behind Gina's still kneeling form and entered her pussy slowly, as Richard lay to the side, his head propped up on his arm, watching with evident enjoyment, occasionally reaching over to tweak an erect nipple. Gina voiced her pleasure at the penetration. "Ooohhhh....Thank you Sir, thank you... Please fuck me Master, fuck me hard!" "You have been a very good girl tonight Gina. You took your punishment well and you may come again if you like". He set up a hard steady rhythm which soon had Gina moaning and crying out beneath him as she came. A few more hard thrusts and he came as well, buried to the hilt between her dusky pussy lips. He returned to Victoria's side, reaching down to remove the dildo, rimming her stretched hole with his finger as he did so, noting the way she moved into his touch. "This is lovely pet, very nice. One day soon, your Master will get great pleasure from taking you this way." He released her from her bonds and, at her sigh of relief, took her into his arms and held her. "Do you see, Victoria? I told you it would feel good. You must learn to trust me. Some of your lessons are going to be very hard to learn, but you must trust that I know what is best. I won't promise you that there won't be pain, because sometimes pain is part of the pleasure, but I will never allow you to be injured." A short time later, Victoria and Gina were sent off to the wash room to clean up before going back to their dorms. "I think that perhaps Gina and Victoria should share a room from now on. It might help them both to have someone to talk to and we can use one to help reinforce discipline with the other, don't you think?" Richard nodded his agreement and stated, "I think you chose well. Victoria is going to be fantastic!" "Well, there is much potential there but our Victoria still has many lessons to learn." Schooling for Valentines I was 18 and finally, finally I was in my senior year of high school! I was now in my second semester and being that it was it was February, I had only about three more months to go before I graduated. It was a big year for me, as this was the year I met my first love. His name was Mr. Haines and he had taken over our science class in November when Mrs. Claxton was six months pregnant and she had given birth prematurely. Well, it was the talk of the school - at least among the teachers. I personally didn't give a rats behind. Mrs. Claxton was a mean old witch who smothered us with homework and beyond that, she was just rude. That's when Mr. Haines came in. He was different than the other teachers. Most of the teachers in my school, whether female or male, young or old, all were like teenagers themselves. It seemed that they too cared whether they fit in and was the "cool teacher". It was pretty pathetic. But Mr. Haines was different. Although he was a lenient by nature, he cared more about us students learning what we were supposed to learn instead of trying to be the hip teacher trying desperately to fit in with a bunch of adolescents. I remember the first day he taught our class. I was sitting in one of the back rows, as I normally did, and in walked the most handsome man I had ever seen. He wasn't your conventional definition of handsome - he wasn't tall, he didn't have jet black hair and he wasn't hunky. He stood maybe 5'9" or so, he had a skinny frame, and his face was just as cute as a button. He had beautiful brown eyes and brown hair and his smile was so geeky that it was endearing. Normally he wore tan or grey slacks with a button-up shirt and a tie. His age was probably around 39 or 40. It didn't take me long at all become crazy about him. With Valentine's Day coming up this Saturday, I (very foolishly) dreamed of him becoming my Valentine. Over those first few weeks when he started teaching, I was slowly inching up to the front row, trying to get closer to him and now it had become my permanent seat. I always had a rush of butterflies when Mr. Haines and I were close together. Sometimes he would lean over my desk and see how I was doing with my assignment and several times, after class or after school, I very innocently scooted my chair next to his desk, book open, so that he could help me understand the lessons better. In my wishful thinking, I hoped that he found me attractive, but in reality, I knew that was probably far from the truth. At the moment it was 2:10 in the afternoon and I was supposed to be in my math class ten minutes ago, but I was struggling with my locker. No matter how much I fought it, it just wouldn't open. I kicked it. "Hey Vivian," I heard a familiar voice say to my right. I looked over and saw Mr. Haines approaching me. I swallowed my nervousness and smiled at him, acting confident. "Hi Mr. Haines, how are you?" "Oh good, good. What's going on here, having trouble with your locker?" I groaned and nodded. "Yes, a lot of trouble. Mrs. Lawrence down in the office told me to find the janitor, that he was on the second floor fixing something in the ceiling and that he could help me. But I couldn't find any janitor!" I swallowed again and asked him in my best little girl voice. "Do you think you could help me with my locker?" I looked up into his eyes, fluttering my eyelashes. He combed his hair back with his fingers and let out an uncomfortable chuckle, "Well sure, I'll do the best I can. What's your combination?" "32-30-15," I replied. I held my books up to my chest as he struggled with the locker. I felt in a very romantic mood, being in an empty hallway with the man I adored more than anyone. Finally, after an uncomfortable silence, the door popped free and swung open. I thanked him, and, forgetting he was a teacher and only focusing on the fact that he was a man, I gently touched his arm. "I appreciate that," I said softly. "You're welcome," he said gently, looking down into my eyes. He started to lean his face in towards me, as if he were going to kiss me, but he pulled away at the last second and cleared his throat and smiled. "Well, I hope you have a good day." I grinned, "Thanks, you too." I watched him walk away. I always thought he had the cutest behind. It was skinny, and like my most men's, it was flat, which I just adored. The next day something similar happened. There was that same tension. We were in science class and he told myself and two other students to bring our books up to the chalkboard and told us solve chemical equations #42, #43 and #44 from page 65 in the book. We were to write out the problems and solutions on the board and then explain to the class how we came to our solutions. At the front of the room, parallel to the board, was a long, wooden table. I set my book on the table and stared at it. I just didn't understand and was having trouble with it. Mr. Haines who was standing at the back of the room approached me. "How are we doing over here, Vivian?" I sighed out of frustration, "I'm just not getting this." He stood beside me and he looked down at the book. We were standing so close to one another. Between his sentences I could hear his breathing. I pointed out something in the book and he pointed to it also, accidentally brushing my left breast with his right arm. I looked at him. "Excuse me," he said quietly and continued with his explanation. When I came home that day after school, I was home alone and immediately went up to my bedroom to think about Mr. Ted Haines. Once in my room, I closed the door behind me and began to take off my clothes, including my very practical cotton panties and cotton bra. I opened one of my drawers and took out my lace pink bra and matching panties. These were my "playtime panties" - underwear that I wore that always made me feel sexier and put me more in the mood. I dressed in them and laid down on my bed. I spread my legs and started to rub my pussy through my panties. I rubbed up and down furiously. I had been dying to get home to masturbate. It didn't take me long to become soaked and I pushed the crotch of my panties to the side and started to finger fuck myself. My wetness was such that it made squelching sounds as I played with myself. I started to whispered my teacher's name. Of course, in school, I always called him Mr. Haines, but at home I always called him Ted. "Oh Ted, please fuck me," I said fingering myself. "Yes, yes, pound me with your big cock. I'm just a little girl in a need of a grown man like you. Oh yes, you're so sexy, uh, yeah." I hurriedly pulled the cups of my bra down from my tits and put the right one in my mouth and started to suck on my nipple. My fingers returned to my pussy as I sucked my tit. I released my breast from my mouth. The nipple was a ruby red color. "Yeah, oh yeah, Ted, give me what I want. I've been such a good little girl, give it to me...give it to me." At that moment, I came twice, my pussy juice flowing over my hands. I let out a loud sigh when I came and gently pulled my hands out my panties. I licked my fingers softly, my tongue wrapping around each one like a snake. When I was finished I sprawled out on my bed, exhausted. The next morning was a Saturday and it was Valentine's Day. Later in the day my best friends and I were going to meet together - she had a prospect for me. She was going to set me up tonight with a college boy named Nick. We were all going to meet at a pizza place called Alfonso's. I had seen a prom photo of him, and he was a good-looking guy who sounded nice. I was eager to meet him and hopefully he and I would find each other that night snuggled on a couch and passionately making out and making love. True, I didn't know him, and although I was a virgin, I was very much in need of sex. Throughout the day I did some chores around the house and some homework. Around four o'clock I dressed in a sexy outfit, hoping Nick would pick up on my intentions when we were introduced. I dressed in a sleeveless, knee-length, clinging red dress with panty-hose and garters with red high heels and warm coat on. I crawled into my car to meet Nick. It was a freezing day here in the Midwest with snow and ice on the ground and possibly more snow coming this evening. I backed out of the driveway and began my twenty-minute journey. Alfonso's was in a small town nearby, which I wasn't all that familiar with, but it was a small town and I figured I could maneuver my way around it well enough. Pretty soon I had found myself lost. I had gotten myself stuck in a neighborhood with winding roads, so it was like a maze trying to get out. I was driving down one road and it was a dead end, so I pulled my car into one of the houses driveways so that I could turn around, but I smashed into the mailbox. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out of the car. "Oh no!" I yelled. I pulled my car away from the mailbox and shut off the engine. I got out of the car to inspect the damage. My car had a minor scratch on it, but nothing too bad. But the mailbox, oh the poor mailbox, one corner of it was crumpled like an accordion. "Excuse me Miss, can I help you?" I turned around it and it was Mr. Haines. I had destroyed his mailbox. Oh no! "Oh Vivian," he smiled, "hello, how are you?" "How am I?" I asked. "Te-, I mean Mr. Haines, I completely destroyed your mailbox! You should be mad at me." He chuckled, "Nah, it's not that big of a deal. I'll replace it tomorrow." "Well here," I said, fumbling around in my purse, "let me at least pay for a new one." With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the idea. "Don't worry about it, Vivian." I smiled, relieved that he wasn't upset with me. Who would've thought...Out of all the mailboxes to crumple, I crumpled his. We stood there smiling at each other for a moment. "Well, thanks," I said. "I guess I should be going, I-" "Vivian," he said. "Would you like to come inside? I'm making dinner and well," he shrugged his shoulders shyly, "I always make more than I can eat. Would you like to have dinner with me?" I grinned, "Sure." After parking my car carefully on the side of the road, we walked up his sidewalk and into his house. Once inside, he took off his coat and I did the same. He caught a glimpse of my outfit and blushed. He then told me to take a seat at the table and within a few minutes, our dinners were all ready. Wearing slacks and a shirt, he sat across from me as we ate. We had broken the ice, and were beginning to talk like old friends. We talked about school, my classmates, the teachers and we both found that we had an interest in literature and dance. While we ate, we occasionally glanced up at one another, being slightly suggestive with our eyes and our mannerisms. I knew he liked me, and I'm sure he could tell that I liked him. After we were done, we put our dishes in the sink and went out to the living room. I wasn't sure what I should do next, but I know I didn't want to go. I sat down on his couch in my red dress and crossed my legs. "Do you mind if turn the radio on?" he asked. I shook my head 'no'. He turned it on and it was a slow song. He sat beside me on the couch. There wasn't any lights on in the house. The light of the sky was quickly becoming darker. Outside the snow drifted down slowly. He sat facing me, his arm propped up on the back of the couch. "You look really pretty tonight, Vivian," he said softly. "I really like that dress. Do you have a date tonight?" My mind wandered to Nick. "Yes," I said, "but he had to cancel on my way to meet him. Talk about short notice!" I lied. Yes, it was a lie, but I would rather spend the evening with him, if he were to let me, that is. "Really, that is short notice." His eyes darted across my body. Several times he tore his eyes away from me, but they always returned so sweetly. He looked into my eyes and smiled. "You look nice too," I said. "Thanks," he said quietly. The tension was getting too much for us to bear and he held my cheek in his hand. He leaned down to kiss me and stopped, as if giving me a chance to back out. I didn't and he continued. His warm lips met mine and pulled back, looking into my eyes. "Oh God," he said. "You look like such an angel tonight. Sweetheart, I have to confess, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. I've wanted you since I first saw you." I snuggled up to him, our lips only an inch or so apart. I whispered to him, "I've always wanted you too. I loved that other day when I was have trouble with my locker. You were so sweet and generous." We kissed again and he began to run his fingers through my long, brown locks of hair. We were stroking each other's body, caressing, whispering to one another our passion. Another slow song came on the radio and he asked me if I'd like to dance. I agreed. I quickly adjusted to being in his arms. My arms were around his shoulders and his hands were smoothing the sides of my waist and caressing my hips. I leaned in closer to him, so that I could hold him close to me and so that his hands would go to my bottom. "Oh Ted," I said. "Can I call you 'Ted'?" He chuckled softly. "I think under the circumstances, yes, you can." I giggled. "Ted, you feel so nice." His hands swept over my bottom and he moaned. "You feel wonderful in my arms, sweetheart." I pulled my head back to look at his face. He looked at me and smiled. Our eyes were searching one another's faces and we were relishing this romantic, passionate moment we were sharing together. We didn't need to say much. I didn't know how he felt, but I know that I was in love. I put my head back on his shoulder, facing his neck. He started to laugh. "What, what is it?" I asked with a smile. He laughed, "You're breath, it's tickling my neck." I giggled and put my head back down on his shoulder, facing the opposite direction this time. His head rested on mine and he stroked my hair gently. Our bodies swayed together and I could feel him giving me little kisses on the back on neck. I sighed. I started to stroke his body more intimately. I rubbed his back and started to caress his bottom which I so loved to admire in class. I could feel his hardness straining in his pants, up against my stomach. My panties were already wet, but I gushed into my panties when I felt his penis up against me. He felt big. "Oh Ted," I moaned. "Yes? What is it, baby?" "Ted," I said, turning my head around and nuzzling his neck with my nose. "Ted, I want to...I want to be with you." He pulled his head back, "Oh sweetheart, are you saying....are you saying you want me to make love to you?" I nodded, "Yes, that's what I'm saying, Ted. Will you make love to me?" He moaned, "Oh baby, of course I will." He paused. "Baby, have you ever done that before?" I shook my head, "No, I'm a virgin." He nodded, "Of course, precious. I'll be very gentle and patient." The song ended and our bodies parted from one another. Without any words having to be spoken, I nodded and he held my hand, leading me through the living room, upstairs to his bedroom. He opened the door. It was a beautiful bedroom. Very neatly put together and a canopy bed in the middle of the room. He quietly said I could sit on the bed. I did as he instructed. He opened the cabinet door in one of his bedside tables and took out four candles and their glass holders. He put all of them on the dresser across from the bed and lit them with matches. Quietly, he came over to me, sitting beside me. "How do we start?" I whispered. He responded by tucking my hair behind my ears and kissing me gently again. As we were kissing, I took one of his hands and put them on my breasts. Instinctively, his fingers began to kneed them through the dress. He took one of my hands and put it onto the lap of his slacks, where I could feel a big, raging piece of manhood ready to be let out and made love to. I began to unbutton his shirt. He moaned and whispered to me. "Yes, touch me, touch me, my angel. Can I unzip your dress?" I nodded and he unzipped my dress from the back, as far as he could, anyway, as the end of the zipper was near my bottom. He helped me take his shirt off and I began lustfully kissing him as I felt the bare skin of his chest. It was skinny, almost boney, with very little hair on it, but I loved it anyway. I stood up in front of him and he held me by my hips, looking up at me in the candlelight with his brown eyes. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as him. I reached behind me and finished unzipping my dress. It was so tight that he had to help me wriggle out of it, but soon it fell to floor. I stepped out of it and my high heels. I stood before him in white lace panties and a white lace bra, my panty hose still up by it's garters. Quietly he stood up in front of me and stroked my face. He asked if he could undress me. I said he could. He unclipped my garters from the hose and took the hose and the garter belt off. It was just my panties and bra left. He gave me another passionate kiss, his warm tongue slipping into my mouth. It was a romantic place to be. Half-naked with the man I was in love with in a candlelit room and the snow falling so submissively outside in the dying day. I started to unbuckle his belt and at the same time he stepped out of his shoes. I fumbled with it and he put his hands over mine, unbuckling it for me and looking into my eyes all the while. He held me close to him and started to kiss and nibble at my ear as he unhooked my bra. We let it slide down my arms and I bared my breasts to him. They were small, but perky and pointed and he rubbed them with his hands, gazing at them lustfully. I wanted him to see all of me, all my nakedness. I hook my thumbs in my panties and pulled them down my legs. The crotch stuck to me at first, as I was so sticky and wet. I slowly pulled down my panties and felt a streak of my wetness on the inside of my thighs. He stood back and licked his lips, admiring my nakedness. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down, stepping out of them. His cock was jutting out from his body, straining against his boxers. He pulled his boxers down too and my eyes became wide with curiosity and astonishment. He must've been around 6 or 7 inches long and thick, but an average sized man is enough for any girl. Our lips slowly came together again and our naked bodies pressed up against each other. We gently fell back on the bed, me lying on my back with him on top of me. I spread my legs to he slipped his hand to my wetness. He groaned. "Angel, oh, you're so wet...You're this wet for me, precious?" I nodded, "Yes." I moaned as he touched me. His fingers were stroking my pussy up and down and I shuddered in pleasure. "Oh God, that feels good," I paused. "I'm ready, Ted." He looked at me for a moment. "Darling, are you sure?" I nodded, "Yes, for sure, just please take me," I whispered. "Take me now, I need you so badly." A little diamond of a tear reflected in his eye, reacting to my words. He gently spread my thighs further apart and looked at my bare sex. I knew he loved it from the way he looked at it. He was on his knees between me, he was rubbing his cock along my wetness and I sighed in pleasure. He started to put it in me, just a little at a time. "Now baby," he moaned. "If this hurts or if you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?" I nodded. He very gently inched his way into me. I could feel my pussy stretching. It didn't feel so bad, not like other girls had mentioned, but then he hit something and I was scared. He had my hymen and that stretch of skin of mine was so tight and thick and strong, I didn't know how anything could ever go through it without making me burst into a scream of pain. "Sweetheart," he said, stroking my face. "If you don't want me to go past this, I'll pull out." Schooling for Valentines I shook my head, "No, I want to do it. Just please be careful." He continued to inch forward and I could feel a sharp pain, but I kept myself open to him. He inched in more and I felt such a sting of pain, I just couldn't believe. I let out a shrill cry and tears streamed down my face. Ted's eyes birthed a few tears too, seeing the pain I was in. I could feel the blood trickling out of my pussy. "Baby, do you want me to pull out?" "No," I said. "The worst pain is over now. Please, I want to do this." He began to make love to me very slowly, his cock going in and out, in and out. It started to feel good after a couple of minutes, after the pain had subsided. Soon I felt my pussy opened up to him completely and he breathed a sigh of relief, as he could feel my undivided trust in him now. Oh, he gave it to me so good, now that he could see I was all his. We were both completely relaxed now and melting into one another. I put my arms around his shoulders and spoke to him in a whisper. "Yes Ted, oh yes, give me all you have. Oh please, yes." He was breathing heavily, really pounding into me now. "Oh baby," he groaned. "Oh, I love fucking you, sweetheart. God darling, I'm not going to last long. Oh Lord, you're so tight." "Harder Ted, please, harder. God, I love your cock in me." I clumsily tried to make my hips meet his and he kissed me empathetically. The muscles of my pussy strained for a moment and I could feel I was cumming. With a burst of excitement, my lips let go and they beat fast and hard like a heartbeat. I could feel my pussy cumming like it never had before, it was flowing out of me. "Baby, oh baby...Sweetheart, oh Jesus," he moaned and stopped for a moment. With him, as it was with me, all hell broke loose at once and I could feel his cock spitting up spurt after spurt of semen, soaking the insides of me. He and I were moaning into each other's mouths. Our bodies didn't have enough control for a kiss, but oh, how we enjoyed cumming together over and into each other's bodies. We had both cum so hard and I could feel Ted softening inside of me. I warned to be careful when he pulled out. He did as I asked and very gently eased his cock out of me. We were both breathing hard. We had been lying on the top comforter on the bed and he softly pulled it off of the bed, saying he would wash it out later. He got up for a moment and went into his bathroom and returned with a hot cloth. He very gently rubbed and cleaned up my pussy for me. "Ted, thank you so much, baby," I breathed. "Sweetie, that was just wonderful." "Really? Did you really like, baby?" he asked, concerned. "Oh yes, I really did," I answered. "That ought to do it," he remarked at cleaning me and went back into his bathroom and then returning I cuddled up next to him. My arm draped around his hip. I just loved being naked with him. He pressed his body tight up against me, his fingertips caressing my bottom and my back. We were both panting and had a sheen of sweat on our bodies. He took my hand and kissed it gently, looking into my eyes. It was such a tender moment. I wanted so much to tell him that I loved him, to tell him that my heart would burst. "Oh Ted," I moaned. "You were so good," I said, now stroking his arm up and down. His head was propped up with hand. He grinned and laughed. "I was so nervous. I had never been with...well, with a young girl before. Sweetheart, you did wonderfully. And you look absolutely stunning when you're naked." I giggled and snuggled up close to him, "So do you." We gave each other gentle kisses on the lips, quietly talking to one another, whispering into each other's mouths. We were stuck in a cycle that night, making out and then making love and then doing it over and over again until the sun went down and the moonlight streamed into the room, until all the candles burned out and finally when the sun started to rise again we fell asleep in each other's arms. Schooling the Stepford Husband Foreword This is not a story that will suit many of you. I therefore urge you not to read it, unless you are one of the very few people in the world who enjoy the extreme humiliation of young men at the hands of women. This story, along with others I have written, has no redeeming features for the uninitiated. So I beg you, don't read it. Don't vote and don't comment. I have had comments that my stories are placed in the wrong category, but there is not a category for female domination (or Femdom as it is sometimes referred to.) All of my stories (apart from one) are in this genre. They are repetitious and will bore you to tears if you are not of a like mind... and few are. There are some fine writers on this site, that are very much in the mainstream. I enjoy their work. So I recommend that you do the same. Part One Peter was in shock. He had never known or experienced such humiliation in all his young life. Peter was eighteen years old, and had up until now, led a happy and reasonably unhindered life. The death of his father and the subsequent insurance payout had allowed his mother to do something she had always wanted for her young son... to send him somewhere that would give him that certain finish and polish. His mother had searched everywhere without being successful. There were many finishing schools for girls, surely she thought, there must be something for boys too. Had she known then, the consequences of her subsequent choice - and exactly what her young son was to experience, she might have changed her mind. "Stand still boy until I tell you otherwise." The voice of the young female prefect echoed across the courtyard. Her voice was clipped and well modulated and had the ring of someone who was used to wielding authority, although she was yet to turn nineteen years of age. Peter shivered as he stood to attention, his face colouring to a profuse and deep shade of crimson. His young cheeks were burning as the pretty young prefect positioned him and three other naked boys into a square formation in the middle of the school's large courtyard. Two of the boys, each standing side by side at a distance of exactly two arms-lengths apart, had been made to stand facing the two other boys at a distance of two arms lengths. A vaulting horse had been placed on the stone cobbling of the yard, the leather covered padding of its surface showing the results of constant use. The legs of the vaulting horse had been shortened many years ago, to enable young men to be bent over it with their legs spread apart and their heads and shoulders hanging down over the other side, ready for their punishment. Duty monitors, had placed a metal cabinet by the side of the vaulting horse. It stood on four sturdy rubber wheels and contained two drawers at the top with a cupboard underneath. The surface of the cabinet was encased in a heavy lid, which had been provided with two handles. The handles not only facilitated the lifting of the lid, but also provided a convenient grip for steering and accurately manoeuvring the heavy medical cabinet; although it had seen as much use as the vaulting horse, the mirror like surface of the electroplated nickel silver, shone so brightly in the sunlight that Peter was unable to look directly at it. Hilary looked at her young charges, their naked bodies thrilling her as she walked between them. Their bodies displayed not a single hair, apart from that which grew on their heads. Nonchalantly she lifted the long cane she held in her hand and turned to a slim blonde haired boy who was standing opposite Peter. She lifted the cane further so that the tip of the slim bamboo was touching the underside of his flaccid penis, raising it up and away from his body. "Well, Gerald my boy, you know what Miss Trent will do with this once you have been caned, don't you? Does it not make you feel ashamed, to be made to ejaculate in front of all the girls?" She moved forward and lowering her cane, took hold of the young boy's flaccid penis. She squeezed the soft pale flesh between her slender fingers, before pushing the foreskin back until it would stretch no further. "Keep still." Her hand moved steadily backwards and forwards until she felt the flesh harden and begin to throb. The boy's slim body shivered and shook with embarrassment and humiliation as well as with his sexual arousal, as she casually stimulated him to a full but involuntary erection. Suddenly, she let go of his stiffened flesh, watching the plump column bob up and down as it stood out rigidly from his body. She cupped her hand and brought it up between his legs, closing her fingers delicately around his testicles as her palm touched his scrotum. She heard him gasp at the sensual contact as she fondled the soft orbs within the tightened scrotal sac. It was not by accident that Hilary had been able to make the boy erect so quickly. She, like all the young prefects, had been taught thoroughly how to handle the genitalia of young boys. At the age of eighteen she was an expert, not only in the physical handling of all of the young men in her charge, but also in verbal humiliation. She was one of twelve prefects who had all been chosen because of their aptitude and... in the experienced view of Miss Marchbank, the vital ingredient... their stunning beauty. Miss Marchbank had long since discovered the extra control a pretty girl could exert over young men. The school had seventy-two female pupils and only six boys. The boys' ages ranged from eighteen to twenty-one years old, whereas the girls, who also started at eighteen, were allowed to stay on until they decided to marry. The imbalance in male to female pupil numbers was entirely deliberate and was part of a long established tradition at the expensive and exclusive finishing school. Hilary was dressed in her school uniform of white shirt and tie and pleated navy blue tunic, which was worn very short. The tunic was beautifully tailored to a length well above mid-thigh, showing most of her long and lightly tanned legs. Her blonde hair was drawn back, amplifying the exquisite definition of her young features. Her face was lightly made up, which accented the beautiful cobalt blue of her eyes and the perfection of her finely shaped lips. She was well aware of the effect her looks had on the young boys at the school and used her beauty at every opportunity to cause them the maximum of embarrassment. "Argggghhh." The boy gasped as she deliberately let her fingernails score over the underside of his scrotum, making him shiver and shake. She looked into his blushing face, noting the anguish in his eyes as she toyed with his body. Abruptly she let him go and walked to stand by the caning horse. "Right all of you... Quickly now, hands on your heads and legs spread at shoulder width." She watched as the naked boys struggled to obey. Although they all obeyed promptly she moved behind the boy standing next to Gerald and casually delivered a crisp stroke of the cane to his bared bottom. "sssssSSSSSSS". He hissed, as he struggled to maintain his position. She reached around his waist and took hold of his penis, aware that the two boys opposite could not take their eyes off her slender fingers as she casually handled his timid flesh. They watched her every move, perhaps fearing that they themselves would soon be subjected to the same treatment. To her delight she noticed that their penises did not seem quite so flaccid as she pulled the boy's foreskin back and exposed him fully to the stares of the other boys. She moved her fingers from side to side, making his captured penis slap against his hips as she forced him to a full and reluctant erection. "I really don't understand why you boys can't control yourselves better." She chided the unfortunate boy, as she slapped his erect member with the tips of her fingers. "Now all of you stand straight and arch your backs, you already know that Miss Trent will have no hesitation in adding to your punishment." Hilary could feel the boy shiver as she let go of his penis and placed her hand gently on his hip before slowly moving her delicate fingers over his goose-pimpled flesh and around to his buttocks. She let her fingertips slide between the deep crevice of his bottom cheeks, feeling him flinch and gasp in anguish as she explored the soft contours of his flesh. She was interested in the new boy, but had decided to observe his reactions as she demonstrated her power over the other boys. She could see that he was already shivering with anguish and embarrassment, but was delighted to see that his penis, which was much larger than that of the others, was already beginning to stiffen. She felt sure that this involuntary erection was perhaps causing him the most distress. With a light slap on the boy's buttocks she moved away from him and moved to stand in front of Peter. He blushed immediately as he was confronted by the close proximity of the startlingly pretty young prefect. He looked down at the floor, the humiliation almost too much for his timid nature as Hilary stood in front of him and raised his chin with her slender fingers so that he could not avoid looking into her eyes. "Well, what have we here? A new boy... Peter isn't it? Well Peter welcome to Rochville! So tell me young man... what have you managed to do in such a short time to deserve punishment mmmm? The young boy started to stammer and shake as she held his head up so that she could look into his eyes. "Well, I am waiting for an answer." "I d'don't know miss. The nurse told me to go out and join the others... I mean these boys here!" "Well I can tell you, young man, that unless you learn to obey the rules, you will be attending quite a few of these little punishment sessions." Although she was dying to handle the pale plump flesh of his penis and testicles, she resisted the temptation; instead she moved to stand in front of the fourth boy. She looked down at his penis in a leisurely fashion, watching his eyes follow hers, before she nonchalantly took his penis delicately between her finger and thumb. She was not surprised to feel the turgid flesh pulse with the sudden intimate contact. She did not move her fingers; instead she held the flesh lightly as she looked into his eyes. Her pretty face was only inches from his as she spoke to him. "It seems Ian, that you have lost control of yourself already. Why is your penis stiff, come along, I want an explanation?" The boy blushed profusely, his cheeks turning bright red as he stammered a reply. "I am sorry miss, I d'don't know why." Hilary smiled at his discomfort, feeling his penis stiffen between her fingers as she moved forward slightly so that the material of her short pleated tunic could rub across the very tip of his erect member. She felt him shudder as she swayed her hips gently. She closed her fingers over his flesh and grasped his penis firmly so that he could not escape the acute sensation. Once more she let the material brush against the sensitive opening of his erect penis, this time he shuddered uncontrollably, trying to force his hips back to escape her torment. To his dismay she held him firmly and looked into his eyes. "Stand still young man, I won't have disobedience." Once again she swayed her hips, making him shiver and gasp in anguish at the acute, almost torturous, stimulation to the very tip of his penis. At last she let go of him and stood back, smiling with satisfaction as she observed his erect penis was now bobbing up and down as it pulsed with sexual arousal. She returned to her original position by the vaulting horse and apprised the pale bodies of the four naked young boys. Three of the boys she had handled were displaying erect and throbbing penises, which stood outwards and upwards from their bodies. She noted that the new boy's penis was already larger than the others and, although not fully erect, was engorged and hanging down heavily between his legs. She also noted that his eyes were glistening with the trauma of his embarrassment. Hilary was aware that his earlier experiences of the hurried induction that morning would have been a severe cultural shock to him. She examined his body leisurely, noting his beautiful slender physique and his extreme good looks. She knew that he would, over the next two years, probably be the centre of attention for her and her fellow prefects as well as for most of the all-female teaching staff employed at Rochville. His physique and handsome face was unusually perfect, even for the high physical standards that Miss Marchbank insisted upon before admitting any boy to the finishing school. Peter felt a tear run down his cheek. His embarrassment was such that he could hardly see. His ears were ringing with shame as he contemplated his fate. It had been very early that morning that his mother had delivered him to the school. The headmistress, the surprisingly young and quite beautiful Miss Marchbank, had greeted them both. Peter had already attended the school three weeks ago for one day, so that he could sit an entrance exam and undergo a school medical. The medical exam had embarrassed him so much that he had been very guarded in his answers when his mother had asked him how well he thought the exam had gone. The beautiful young female doctor that had conducted his intimate and thorough examination had unnerved him to such an extent that he had spent the rest of the day with a blushing red face. His mother had been somewhat relieved when at last a letter came to inform her that Peter had been accepted into the Rochville Preparatory School and Academy. It was a further relief to her when she read that Peter would be allowed to start straight away, even though the new term had already started. She had made Peter dress smartly in his existing college uniform and had driven him, and his suitcase packed with the school's list of requirements, to Rochville. She felt a huge sense of relief that her plans for her son Peter had gone so smoothly. It had been a rather wishful impulse that had made her apply to Rochville. Mary Hart had never had the money to raise herself to the standards of which she aspired. Although she had enjoyed a comfortable life style; her late husband earning a substantial salary in middle management, she had always wistfully observed the lives of the quietly wealthy Boston society. She would constantly read, in the rather reserved magazines that catered to the wealthy Bostonians, of the balls and galas that that society enjoyed. It had been in one of these magazines that she had read of the marriage of the daughter of a well-known and extremely wealthy family. What had taken her eye amongst the glittering description of the wedding - was the fact that both the bride and groom had attended the Rochville Academy. On impulse she had applied to Rochville, not even knowing the fees that the Academy required for their tutelage. Fortunately for her, she had enclosed a photograph of Peter along with her letter. It was a complete surprise to her that she had been invited to bring the boy for an initial interview and an even greater surprise when she had learned that the fees were entirely within her means. Mrs. Hart had been so delighted when her son's acceptance letter came, that she had had no thoughts that perhaps the fees were rather low for such an auspicious foundation. The speed at which Miss Marchbank had investigated every aspect of the lives of Mary Hart and her son Peter, would have surprised even the most astute detective agency. Within three days she knew every detail of the family income, their medical history, including that of the late husband and father. She had even obtained a complete psychological profile of Peter Hart. Miss Marchbank had been delighted with the results of her research and had decided that Peter would indeed be a most suitable boy for her purposes. The boy's school medical had confirmed her opinion that the boy was quite unusually good looking and that his character was one that would be suitable for shaping to her needs – or rather the needs of her girls. She had tailored her fees exactly to that of Mrs. Hart's income so that there would be no hardship incurred in paying them. She had also decided that if Mrs. Hart decided to marry in the near future, she would offer an Academy scholarship so that the new husband would see the benefit in keeping the boy at Rochville. Mrs Hart, although concerned that her son Peter would be happy at his new school, was already anxious to start her new life as a single mother. She fully intended to marry again and although she loved her son dearly, she realised that she would have complete freedom to socialise while he was away at boarding school. On arrival they had been given tea in the beautiful sitting room of the Headmistress. Miss Marchbank had talked with Peter's mother for over an hour about the benefits of the school and the certainty that Peter would easily achieve the required grades in the new subjects he would be given. Peter had sat on one of the beautifully upholstered armchairs, aware that soon he would be left alone in a completely new environment. After a while Miss Marchbank stood up and brought the meeting to a close. It was with further assurances by her, that 'Peter will love here it here at Rochville', that Peter's mother had announced that she would be more than delighted to leave the boy in the excellent care of the school. She had kissed him goodbye, noting the tear in his eye as she turned to leave. It had only been a few moments after his mother had departed, that the extremely young and capable school matron had arrived and taken him to the medical centre where his abrupt and complete humiliation and embarrassment had commenced. The Matron was slim and attractive and had made him blush as she took hold of his hand and led him through the maze of corridors to the examination rooms. The Medical centre was large and well equipped and Peter had stood in awe of the array of equipment as well as the two pretty school nurses who had been preparing the examination table. He had stood quietly looking down at his feet when suddenly the Matron had turned to him and casually told him to strip until he was naked. He had flushed a deep shade of red as he fumbled with his clothing, divesting himself of his blazer, shirt and socks and shoes. He had hesitated as he got down to his underpants, only to have one of the nurses kneel in front of him and casually hook her slender fingers delicately into the waistband of his shorts and pull them down to his ankles. It had been one humiliation after another as they laid him face upwards upon the table and without preamble raised his legs so that his knees were almost pressed against his chest. Deftly and swiftly the nurses had prised his bottom cheeks apart. Matron had casually slipped a lubricated finger up through his sphincter and into his anus, nonchalantly she let first one finger, and then, with a quick thrust another, roam about inside him. He had gasped and cried out in alarm as the enema nozzle had been gently but firmly inserted inside his bottom, only to cry out again with embarrassment as one of the pretty nurses had casually taken hold of his penis and then cupped her other hand around his testicles, before lifting his captured genitalia upwards from between his legs. His face had been one long flush of shame as they had made him expel into a bowl, before diligently repeating the procedure three times. He had shivered in embarrassment as they lifted his legs and begun to shave his genitals. Their hands were everywhere as they parted his buttocks and moved his penis and testicles this way and that until he was completely denuded of hair, not only between his legs and buttocks and around his pubis, but also underneath his arms.