2 comments/ 53160 views/ 4 favorites Demeanor School Ch. 01 By: dan57 It was raining cats and dogs and it had been the same thing for two weeks. The rivers nearby Kyrhan's palace were flooding and many refugees had found shelter in the palace park which was ten feet higher than the rest of the plain. Kyrhan being the former local Maharajah had felt obliged to let them in. Few tourists visited the region during the monsoon usually, so the situation was not a real problem for the hotel management. But it was a real test for the little Marine, the last add on to Kyrhan's harem. She had been asked to manage the distribution of food and water to the refugees and she invested herself in it quite completely. Kyrhan rarely saw her except when he visited the camp to cheer up the mood. It was very pleasant watching her scurrying everywhere in her usual light blue (to match the color of her eyes) saree. With the mud everywhere, she had finally abandoned her shoes and walked barefoot like the refugees. Just a few close friends had had the guts to come in that season, to help him. That evening, there were only Peter, the English CEO, Dan, probably Kyrhan's closest foreign friend and Shomeer, Kyrhan's brother. Their wives had retired earlier to chat in Kira's boudoir. Peter was reminding them how things were in the good society in England and probably in India, one century earlier. . . - Sure, Kyrhan, in that time, education for girls was limited in the technical side but was pretty complete on humanities : my grand mother was able to have a discussion in ancient greek, in Hebrew and in Latin as well as in modern French and Spanish. . . - I agree with you. One of our first guests in the hotel was a Swedish countess who was simply stunning : she could speak quite fluently thirty European languages and switch during a banquet from Italian with her neighbor on the right to Hungarian with the one on her left while asking in English a waiter to refill her glass wine! - Thirty! She should know them all. - No : she had in particular to apologize to Kira : her parents had forbidden her to learn French as it was in their eyes too erotic and sexy. Do you think so, Dan? - I've read somewhere that in French, we have many more words to describe the male and female genitals than in most languages but most of these words come from slang. Aside from that particularity, there are not so many differences, I think. - Umphh! If a native feels it that way, he must be right! But our grand mothers had special courses on how to behave in most circumstances : if you received a bishop, the king or some counts, dukes and other gentry. There were carriage schools, teaching everything from how to climb down stairs with head held high and not watching where you place your feet to how to treat an inebriated guest that patted your bottom. - Yes! My wife Swathri had such courses when she was in an old fashioned English boarding school. She intends to send there her children when they will be of age. - In a couple of years as she has delivered the babies just two months ago, I'm afraid!. - You give me an idea! - What idea, Kyrhan? - Could we organize such a boarding school for girls somewhere in England and send there our wives and girl friends. I would imagine, Kira, Leena, Marine and a few other ones. - But you'd need some strict headmistress to manage the school and a janitor to maintain order. - And for that role, I envision your dear wife Swathri. Who better than her? And for the janitor, I would think to mister Gupta, a friend of Peter, a small fat, nearly bald and very authoritative Indian man - You would place your wife Kira under the orders of your younger sister? - Why not? She is experienced. She should have total control on her pupils. - A last thing, don't your fear your Mister Gupta will be too lenient with Leena. He must know her, too. - On the contrary : I'm pretty sure he will be quite eager to punish her quite harshly for the least peccadillo. Peter will supervise him to prevent him from being too harsh with her. It's time Gupta learns he isn't the almighty God! - - - - When Kyrhan made the formal proposal to Swathri, she accepted it immediately. - OK but I'll need a month to organize it, and afterwards some time to have the uniform prepared. - What uniform? - In my school, the girls will be expected to wear at all times a uniform and failures to wear it but also to wear it properly following the rules I'll edict would entail physical punishments. On another plane, I don't want that their respective husbands have any intercourses with them during the training sessions. No visits and no permissions! Is that OK with you? - Sure. But remember that the training session will last only one month. I don't want my friends to be separated from their wives any longer! Peter found rapidly a former boarding school for young delinquent girls. It had been closed at the end of the previous year and was still in good enough state not to need important repairs. The students' rooms could easily be refurbished. The building was situated in Scotland, quite conveniently placed for Peter to commute from his offices in Birmingham. - - - - - In fact, the fabrication of the uniforms designed by Swathri took so much time that the School opened just at the end of October. The weather was rainy, cold and windy. It was just perfect for Swathri's objectives. The girls arrived the Saturday morning to let them learn the rules of the establishment. Swathri gathered them in the main hall for a discipline lecture. - Hello, girls. I'm your headmistress, Mrs Swathri Singh, I'm responsible for the whole training courses your respective husbands have offered you. You have been given a key of a locker placed in the basement, room C. You'll deposit everything you have there including your wedding rings and any jewel, garments, food, brushes, make up and whatever else. Then you'll give me back the key. For the whole month, you'll be expected to wear the school uniform and NOTHING ELSE! Inspection of your room can be done at any time by our janitor, Mr Gupta. Possession of anything not given to you by the school will condemn you to one night in the unheated school gaols without a comforter. A second offence would entail twelve strokes of a good English Rattan cane on your naked buttocks under the rain in front of the whole school. Clear enough? A weak affirmative but also very apprehensive noise came from the ranks of the girls. - I haven't heard anything! If you don't answer when I ask you something, you may have to stay standing naked in the courtyard for a couple of hours under the cold rain, the gale or the occasional hail shower we have had today! Am I clear enough? The girls responded quite loud, this time. The threat had hit home! - You'll find in your bedrooms your uniform. Change immediately and pack your belongings in the bag you'll deposit in your locker. You have one hour. Our next meeting is scheduled in this room at eleven AM. . . Stand at attention. . . Dismissed! Kira and Leena were the first to enter their rooms just under the roof of the institution. They had not been very much interested by that idea of a school teaching married women carriage, demeanor or whatever you call it. Having to wear a school girl uniform was another humiliating idea, probably straight from the idea of Swathri. Leena was uneasy as they had still not seen the school janitor. Ganesh! If he was really the greengrocer who had enslaved her, she may be bound to frequent defiling punishments! They discovered on their respective beds a complete uniform just at their size. It was in fact a uniform fit for a naughty school girl for dirty old men's wet dreams : a pleated tartan wrap around miniskirt, less than ten inches wide, a body hugging white top with lace around their neck and wrists, high knee length socks, a cap, a long scarf and ribbons for their hair. All the women present there wore their hair pretty long, in the Indian way. Leena and Kira's had the longest mane, falling down to their buttocks. The cap, the scarf, the ribbons and the socks were all made with the same tartan design. Leena loved Tartans and knew nearly all the different clans colors but she had never seen this one. There was also a tartan jacket but, even in their cupboards, they couldn't find any bra or undies. God! With the cold weather, even one hour outdoors would be an ordeal! Kira decided to defy the coldness and follow Swathri's prescriptions but Leena kept her knickers and bra she was wearing. Under the bed there were also black patent leather plateau pumps, with impossible height heels, nearly five inches high. The soles of their feet were almost vertical but the shoe was maintained by a strong ankle strap. Their tiptoes were nearly free in these damn shoes! The entrance of the meeting room was guarded by Gupta, the greengrocer into whose clutches Leena had fallen, to her despair. There was a mirror on the floor just in front of him and the girls had to walk on it to enter. Kira entered without comment but Gupta stood in Leena's way. He called the headmistress. - Mrs Swathri, Leena is our first offender! She has kept her knickers! - Search her completely. She may have kept other personal items! Gupta took quite obvious pleasure searching thoroughly Leena. He even pulled on a medical glove and inserted a finger into her twat and her arse, in the eventuality of her having hidden something there. Leena was left naked near the door. - Just a bra and knickers! - Two offences, Leena! I'd warned you! It'll be a dozen of Mister Gupta's best in the nude outdoors. - But Swathri, it's freezing! You can't have us in so skimpy a skirt with no undies outdoors! Swathri slapped Leena's face twice. - First, you're to address me for the whole month as Mistress Swathri. I'm not your friend here. Then what are you complaining of , exactly? My skirt is of the same tartan as yours, just longer to my knees as I'm the headmistress. I made a long walk in the country under the rain, just to see if it was bearable and it is! We'll check the other girls and then proceed to the punishment courtyard. It's rather windy there! Sunita, Marine and Preeti were awaiting just outside. Sunita had discreetly taken off the knickers she had kept on and swept them under a chair. She was allowed in with no problem. Swathri led the small group outside. It was really cold there and Gupta had to keep a firm hand on Leena's arms to push her forward. The other girls were put to attention in a line behind her. - You're about to watch the first of you to be punished for her second offence in a row! The punishments afterwards are left to my discretion! You had better try to behave, Leena! An important rule when you are standing at attention : you are never allowed to move even a finger. If the wind pushes up your skirt, you may not push it down with your hands even if it entails showing off your bare cunt and ass to the assistance. In fact, you should never touch your skirt for any reason, except to take it off or if someone in authority orders you to lift it either to show you off or to fuck you. Yes, your husbands may not be invited in these premises but Mr Gupta or our director Mr Peter may fuck any punished girl they may fancy. Peter is just not allowed to fuck his buxom wife Leena. So your lovely friend will spend the night with our good Gupta unless he publicly shames her by declining the possibility. Just to illustrate Swathri's lecture, a whirlwind gale swept through the court yard. The skirts of the four girls in uniform were pulled up in total disarray. Their bare asses and cunts were totally exhibited. When the gale winds ebbed down, the skirts remained bunched to their waist. It must be put to their credit that none of them tried to smooth down their skirts or try to hide their most intimate treasures. - Good, girls, you're beginning to learn! In a few weeks, you'll be able to stay that cool even in a crowd of strangers. You'll rearrange your skirts only when you're dismissed unless you're told not to do it. Now, Mr Gupta, our dear executioner, apply the punishment to dear Leena. Gupta made Leena bend down at her waist and grab her ankles in her hands. - I don't want to listen to your wails as you're properly chastised. So I'll gag you. Gupta didn't produce a ball gag as everyone had expected but a long black dildo gag that he made her swallow to the hilt. It was eight inches long and rather wide. Her jaws were pushed out and the tip of the dildo was well down her throat. He told Leena to brace for the first series of three strokes on her left buttock. He lifted the cane quite high and in a swift movement brought it down. The cane made a hissing sound as it whizzed into the hair and a resonating hit on the top of the buttock. Leena jumped as if she had been branded. A one inch weal was decorating her bottom. Gupta lifted again the cane. He waited a minute then, savoring the fright of Leena who was awaiting anxiously the next stroke. She had closed her eyes not to see the cane. She was puzzled not to receive the second stroke and she opened her eyes. It was surely the moment Gupta had been awaiting. Another swoosh and a grueling noise when it hit home. All the girls had felt the stroke catching their own buttock. The second line of fire on Leena's bottom was exactly parallel to the first one. Gupta this time didn't delay for the third stroke. Gupta let the pain sink into Leena's mind for a couple of minutes. He couldn't take as much time as he would have liked as Leena was already blemished by the coldness. She may faint soon. He repositioned himself for a better angle of attack and soon three other stripes of swollen red weals decorated her other ass cheek. He was sufficiently wise to put a thick comforter around Leena's body while she cooled down somewhat. The other girls were still at attention, their eyes focused on the sobbing figure of Leena in front of them. They were cold too but they had not been given the luxury of a comforter. Five minutes later, Gupta pulled away the only protection of Leena. She clutched it in her wrists desperately as she perfectly knew that Gupta would soon resume the caning of her bottom. He ripped it from her hands, threw the comforter on the ground and lifted his cane. He had aimed it with the precision of an expert. The second set of stripes were applied with the same strength, at the same distance from one another. Where the two sets overlapped, a red bruise appeared. Her buttocks waere now a patchwork of deep red, fiery pink and white unblemished zones, some sort of a humane tartan. Leena would understand what had inspired the tartan of their clothes. - I hope it'll serve as a lesson to you all, girls. I think that your husbands have never used such an implement on your bottoms! When you return home, I would like you all to offer a punishment cane to them, to use it on your bottoms when you err or don't abide to their instructions! - Girls, here are your last instructions for tonight. You have a cold meal served in your rooms. You may retire, go to sleep or try to find some solace with your friends. You're not to frig yourself alone! You may go to another room or visit the premises freely but you must wear your full uniform at any time. Until I give you other instructions, you are not allowed outside the building unless accompanied by Gupta, Peter or myself! Gupta took from a bag on the ground a dog collar he fitted around Leena's neck. He attached a short leather leash to it and led her away to the first floor where the staff apartments had been installed. Leena felt considerable relief, not to be exposed to the cold air and rain any more. She knew that she had still to service the little fat Gupta but she was used to it now. Her ass was beginning to really smart as blood came back to it. Cold had numbed the pain and now she was feeling it more and more. He pushed her on the arm of an antique upholstered armchair that nobody had taken when the school had closed, for sure. It was just at the appropriate height : her head rested on the flat part, her feet were flat on the floor and her striped bottom was pointing to the ceiling. Gupta grabbed a bottle of peanut oil and poured some on her ass. He massaged it into her ass crack, pushing as much as he could into her ass hole. So, Gupta wanted to bugger her, as an appetizer. It was not surprising as her bottom was fiery red, attracting certainly all the attention. She braced for the inevitable pain when Gupta's belly and crotch would brush against her inflamed ass cheeks. He greased his own cock and entered her without any difficulty. Pain engulfed her suddenly when his pubic hair came in contact with her buttocks. She opened her mouth and spit out the cock gag she had kept so far. She could scream now and it helped to relieve somewhat the pain she was enduring. It was making her clamp on his cock and Gupta seemed to enjoy it particularly as he rammed his cock into her ass hole. Leena felt the first twinges of pleasure in the middle of her searing pain when she felt Gupta flooding her bowels with his jizzm. Damn, a few minutes more and she would have cummed with him! Gupta surprised her a few minutes later when he had regained his breath, when he disengaged from her arse quite carefully and applied a salve on her still raw ass cheeks. She found the explanation, soon after : there was a webcam in a corner of the room and a red light showed that it was operating. Someone was watching them : Swathri, Peter or both unless it was Kyrhan from his far away palace in India? The pain immediately ebbed down to a rather pleasant warmness feeling on her bottom as long as no pressure was applied to the most swollen zones of her bottom. Leena couldn't sit down for the time being, so Gupta put her back on her belly on the arm of the leather armchair, just in the same position he had buggered her quite casually. He just made her move just a few inches back and presented his cock once more to her. It was nibbling now her cunt lips. She parted instinctively her feet as wide as she could to open herself to him. Everything considered, it was the common duty of any submissive female in presence of any domineering male. Gupta rewarded her immediately by caressing her clit. The minor climax she felt let her speechless. He rammed his cock to the hilt into her tight sheath and began to ream her as if she was still a tight virgin. Leena soon lost the count of the climaxes Gupta provided her. She was rolling with them, one of them in full delicious blossom, another dimming away while another one was developing into her loins. She was sure that all the girls in the building knew that the harshly caned Leena was really enjoying what was done to her now. She hoped that Peter could hear her too. He would be reassured! When she finally fell into sleep, completely exhausted, in Gupta's close embrace, Leena dreamed. They were rather lewd dreams from a sex addict submissive woman : someone filmed her frolicking with Gupta and sent a copy to all her friends and parents. She was ordered to organize a show for her staff and their friends. When they had seen the video, she was to walk in between them and let them use her as they wanted. . . When she woke up, Gupta gave her a complete uniform she had to put on. Before she left, he made her suck him at the door of his bedroom. So early in the morning, nobody would walk the corridors. So it was just for the fun of it. The five girls, freshly showered, went down at 7 AM precisely to prepare breakfast for themselves but also for Gupta, Swathri and Peter. They chatted happily together. Leena was questioned about the pain she endured when she was caned and afterwards when Gupta buggered her but what frightened them probably the most was the perspective to be exposed for nearly an hour naked to the rain, snow, hail and wind. None of them seemed particularly anxious about servicing Gupta and eventually Peter together. Several of them had been serviced by Kyrhan and his brother Shomeer or his friend Dan and the little Gupta seemed like a dwarf in comparison with his one hundred and ten pounds, just a little more than half of Dan's weight and a third of Kyrhan's! Demeanor School Ch. 01 Swathri noticed immediately that all the girls now wore proudly their uniform. The first day, they had been quite ashamed wearing in public, even though the public was formed with just very close friends, such short skirts without any knickers underneath. Most of them had taken the habit of not wearing undies under their sarees, gowns and long skirts but it was certainly much more difficult to be natural wearing an eight inches large wrap around skirt. They had to think twice before picking something on the floor, not to disgrace themselves in front of the whole group. Swathri had still a long way to go to reach her objectives! Gupta was back at the entrance of the dining hall with his mirror on the floor. The girls, one by one, stopped just there, spread their legs and wiggled their asses to show that they weren't wearing anything under their short skirts. They had an impish giggle when Gupta signaled them in with a sad grin. When Swathri entered after them, she stopped at the same place and mimicked their actions, just to show the girls that she was as much exposed as them. When Kira saw her she bellowed : - The headmistress! Stand to attention! - Good reaction, Kira, you really know how to react in face of your superiors, a good point our proud white friends should try to emulate! Swathri seemed to consider Kira with her clear but tanned skin as really of Indian origin, something Sunita, Marine, Preeti and Leena clearly could never pretend. Kira thought : - Pshaw, if it makes her mellower with me, what's the matter! Their first exercise was to descend the main stairs, wearing one then two big dictionaries on their heads. Needless to say, the first attempts were complete failures, the books falling down after just two or three steps. They had to be taught not to look at their feet or the next steps but straight forward. Some of them managed to descend one floor that way but the horizontal walk to reach the staircase to the second floor proved to be more complex as all of them tended to sway their hips in a most wantonly manner. It was sure that their husbands and many men would love to watch them walk in such a manner. Swathri didn't want to eradicate that way of walking, just to make it a conscious teasing. When a woman teases a man, she dares him to make a move on her. If she does it voluntarily and gets fucked in the process, it's for their mutual pleasure, the trade risks for a slut wife and it surely will thrill her but if she doesn't do it voluntarily, she may end raped or worse. The girls climbed and descended the stairs quite a number of times. When Swathri called the day off, each of them was able to climb and descend the stairs with the dictionaries posed on top her head like a fairy. She seemed to glide above the stairs in an aerial manner that felt subjugating for Gupta and Peter who had joined them. So far none had failed the exercise and Gupta had had no grounds to punish any of them. Was he condemned to spend that night alone in a boarding school for girls? Swathri had the idea to organize a pageant with Gupta, Peter and herself noting the performances of the girls. The girls would have to descend the stairs twice, the first time in the aerial manner they had been taught and the second time in the lewdest manner they could contrive. The loser would receive a dozen cans strokes (two dozen if it was Leena as she had already suffered that punishment). The winner would be allowed to spend the evening outdoors. There were a dance hall nearby and a girl wearing such a skimpy outfit would surely make a hit there. Her only obligation would be to be at school at 07 AM and to pack as many condoms as she could in her bag! No unprotected relations with strangers were allowed! The judges placed their armchairs at the base of the stairs in optimum position to watch under the participants' skirts. Sunita missed the last step and let the dictionaries fall down. She was declared the loser. For the winner, there was a tie between Kira and Leena. Leena felt too exhausted after her night in Gupta's arms to really enjoy a night out. She left the place to Kira. Kira was given just enough money for the entrance and one drink, on the assumption that she was so sexily clad that male dancers would fight to offer her drinks. She felt that Leena would have been much more at ease than herself to enjoy strangers' lewd attentions but she had her own agenda. She offered her most enticing smile to the bouncer. The man looked her up, ostensibly peeling away her garments in his mind. He had a second look at her microskirt and let her in, forgetting even to ask for the entrance fee. As she passed him, he brushed up her skirt which opened itself quite easily. The man's lower jaw dropped when he had a glimpse of her bare crotch. - Man! If you came for a little fun with the guys, you have chosen the right place, chick! - If you feel that I'm that interesting, you could offer me a drink! - For sure on the house! The men hereby will be swarming all around you as soon as they'll see you try some hip hop or a hot salsa. You turn around and all the guys around will know you are ready to be fucked. Just remember that here we like sexy chicks like you but no whores. - I'm a married woman! - And your hubbie is soon to be cuckolded not just once : I would bet on twenty times if not more. You're a very hot chick! A very handsome man invited her to dance quite politely. Kira felt she would have been rather gross if she had denied him. Afterwards, she was taken into a whirlwind of music, dance and booze. She emerged from it more than two hours later. She was dancing with some one who held her very close. She felt hands squeezing her ass cheeks and a finger probing her cunt. Ganesh! There were at least three men groping for her! And she was not in the privacy of a locked bedroom but in the middle of a dance floor. She wiggled her bottom to try to elude the hands massaging her ass cheeks and the finger the first two knuckles were already her vaginal walls. She opened the mouth to tell them to let her free but the man dancing with her misunderstood her moves and covered her mouth with his. He was a very good kisser and she melted in his embrace. She stopped to fight and let the three men maul her body. She whispered to the ear of her partner : - Not here, there are too many people around. You don't have a place where we could be alone? - The four of us, sure! Kira tried to tell him that she wanted to be alone with him but with the music, he didn't realize she was trying to tell him something. They took a narrow staircase to a billiard room that was used to store cases of empty bottles. There was a bed sheet covering the billiard. Kira thought : - Gangbanged by three burly Scottish men on a seedy billiard table, that's a first time for me! She made the three men put on condoms. The first man who entered her cunt put his cell phone on the billiard just near her. Kira waited for him to start fucking her before asking him : - Sorry, Sir. When you've finished fucking me, would you be kind enough to let me use your phone to call my husband in India. I'll give you all the money I have, around fifteen pounds. The man ramming her cunt and drawing from her muffled groans of ecstasy couldn't refrain a laugh. - You are crazy, my hot chick : you are married, you enter a dance hall in a skimpy sexy outfit with no undies. You agree to accompany us to somewhere more discreet and as three men are about to fuck you, you ask us to phone to your cuckold of a husband and you're ready to PAY FOR IT! - That's my problem! Are you OK with it? - Sure, gal! But just to make it funnier for her, wait until I've unloaded inside your cunt. My friend Sean who has the biggest dong among us will bugger you as you speak to your husband and as you'll have a free hand, you'll wank Tim with it. He loves to have a horny lady caress his balls before receiving him in her mouth. Listening to the cuckold's voice while we are fucking shamelessly his wife is always quite arousing! Five minutes later, Kira was phoning to her husband while Sean was greasing meticulously her back passage and his cock. - Oh darling, It's great to have you on the phone! - Kira? Swathri had told me that you would be out of range for the whole month! How did you manage to elude her? - Ooohh! Simple, darling, She organized some sort of a pageant. The loser was to be whipped by the horrible Gupta, Leena's greengrocer and the winner was offered a night out in the next dancing hall. I danced for two hours before someone allowed me to use his cell phone to call you, Aaarghhh! - I see, darling. And to let you use his cell phone, he wanted to fuck you while you phoned me. The groans and screams you are emitting are revealing! - You're right, luv! Uuuhhh! Sorry, I couldn't find any better way and he isn't really fucking me, one of his friends is buggering me with his big tool while I wank the other one! I wish you would be there! Oohhh, it's so good, push it deeper! - No chance but I'd like a photograph of you in your sexy uniform. I've just seen sketches, not the real thing on a real woman. - If you want, I can wear it on my way back to India. Yes, Yes, do it fast, faster, I told you! - By all means but could you travel under your French identity? I wouldn't like to see reports of the Maharani Singh arriving in Delhi in whore outfit! I'll send Rajiv to bring you back home but I'll remain in the car with tainted glass, incognito! - No problem, just have the name on my plane ticket changed! I'm pretty sure you, d want to fuck your whore wife as soon as I get into the car! - Sure, if you hadn't already been gangbanged in the plane! Now take care of your friends! If you satisfy them, they may let you phone to Dan, too. He is terribly missing you! Somehow, Kira seemed quite pleased that her Indian husband was supportive of her scheme to bypass Swathri's restrictions to any contact with her husband and that her French husband was "terribly missing her". She loved so much both men. They had fulfilled all her wet dreams and were continuing to do so, leading her always toward higher summits! As soon as Kyrhan had cut the communication, she bent and took the last of the three men in her mouth. She did her best to satisfy him like the lowest harlot. She must have done a great job as he didn't hesitate to hand her his cell phone. The first man and he double teamed her as she spoke to Dan. He immediately understood her situation, even faster than Kyrhan and congratulated his wife on her cleverness! Afterward Kira went back to the dancing hall. Before the end of the night, the guess of the bouncer about the number of times she would be fucked that night was reached, then surpassed widely! (To be continued) Demeanor School Ch. 02 Kira had finished her night sleeping on the billiard. Her bag was filled up with condoms tied to their base. The bouncer had obligingly given her a plastic bag to transport the rest. She woke up at a quarter to seven. God she would be late at the school! She didn't take the time to shower or even comb her hair and run to the school. She arrived at ten past seven. Swathri was waiting for her at the gate. She looked angry. Kira felt she was in for a severe punishment. No matter, it would be her first, so just a night in the school gaols. . . - Ganesh, but you are the dirtiest slut I could imagine : your uniform is wrinkled and you've cum stains everywhere! With your late arrival, it'll be two offences : a dozen of Gupta's best on your bottom this evening for you and he'll surely enjoy you for the night! Kira had effectively put on her uniform when she had come back to the dance hall. The men there had groped her countless times and several of them had led her outside and fucked her against the wall in the backside court or even in front of the restaurant on a car hood, hence the cum stains on her blouse. She remembered that one even had wiped his cock, just out of her ass hole with her cap, leaving it soiled with brownish stains. She must be reeking! - You can't go to course in that despicable state, slut. Take off all your clothes. You'll attend morning courses in the nude! Show me how many men used you this night! Those who cummed on you will never be taken into account, a pity! In both her bags, there were forty eight filled condoms and only two empty ones. Swathri congratulated her. - For a first night out, it's rather good. But for the prom night after the graduation, you should get more than one hundred. I'll give you leaflets inviting all your fuck friends for that night. You'll leave this evening a pack of them to the dance hall bouncer for distribution. Next time, don't forget to take a spare pack of condoms. It would be too dangerous to run out of them! Kira was about to kiss Swathri : If she was to distribute the leaflets, that implied she would be allowed to leave the school that evening. She was sure there would be at least two men who would lend her their cell phones to call both her husbands, once more! Better to enjoy it as she could rather than regret it later! If they wanted to fuck her in exchange, it was a bargain she was ready to accept! The morning course was centered on the preparation and serving of tea. Kira and Marine, being of French origin, weren't familiarized with expressions such as - Kira, would you be mother? Marine even managed to spill some of the tea on the table and the floor. Gupta forced her to lick it all. She grimaced when she had to swallow the mixture of dust and tea. Swathri scolded her for that. - Your punishments must always be accepted with grace, fourth rule in this school! So that's your second infraction today, Marine. You're in for twelve cane strokes on your bottom, as for you, Kira! Gupta and Peter won't stay alone this night! I wonder who of them will end in your cunts, sluts! Ah Kira! Your permission to leave this evening is cancelled and postponed to tomorrow! Kira's joyful forecasts for the night were suddenly shattered! She shouldn't have smiled so broadly! She just wondered who would pay a visit to the dance hall that evening : Leena if her bottom had stopped smarting too much or one of the other ones who had not been punished so far. There were Preeti, Marie Laure, Virginia and Brigitte who was for the first time in her life publicly exhibited as a submissive. The four of them were quite fetching in their tartan microskirts, caps, socks and white blouses. Swathri distributed them the last item of their formal uniform : a tie made in the same tartan that made their uniforms, the wall tapestries and every item of decoration through out the school. Before going outdoors to attend the punishment of their two fellow girls, Preeti, Brigitte and Marie Laure asked to go to the loo : The coldness outside would surely stress their bladders and they didn't want to disgrace themselves, especially in front of Swathri and Gupta. The Indian greengrocer, with a suave smile denied them the authorization. They should have taken their precautions previously, to be on the safe side! Now, it was too late! A cold drizzle was falling from the low clouds. In a few minutes, the girls' clothes were drenched, closely hugging their freezing bodies. They began to shiver with cold and their need to pee was fast becoming quite urgent. They were at attention, thus unable even to ask for permission to leave the ranks. Gupta, Swathri and even Peter enjoyed watching the girls pressing their legs and knees together, giving the unmistakable impression that they were about to wet themselves. They made the ceremony last much longer than usual. One by one the girls started to show the same symptoms. Swathri scolded them once more. - You've been told to stay at attention! You're wobbling around like drunkards. So, now, you all are wanting to go to the toilets, I suppose! - Yes, Mistress Swathri! - So, I will change the rules for tonight! The first two ones who will soil themselves will replace Marine and Kira on the punishment platform and the last two ones will be rewarded with their night out! Marine and Kira, you aren't through of it : you are nude and coldness will have a stronger effect on you! You may still be among the first ones to pee. Your punishment is not cancelled, just postponed to tomorrow noon and both of you will report to MY room afterwards! A long wait in the advancing dusk ensued. Finally with a desperate gasp, Brigitte had to relieve herself. With a miserable face, she slowly placed her palm over her crotch grasping herself tightly through her skirt, wriggling about as she did so. Seeing her last futile attempts to forego the inevitable outcome, Swathri barked sharply : - At least, remain at attention, Brigitte! Shame yourself if you want but don't break ranks! Brigitte had no solution but to let pee drip down her legs on her socks and shoes. Some of it was even sprinkled onto her skirt. Swathri turned to Gupta and Peter to utter some nasty remark and saw a wet spot on their trousers. Watching Brigitte soiling herself had been too much for both of them and they had exploded in their pants. Swathri preferred to keep her remarks to herself. Brigitte was weeping in humiliation but had kept her pose. The long wait continued. The second girl to let go was Marine. - Ah Marine! You could have escaped this evening punishment but you failed! A pity for you, I'm afraid as you'll receive twelve strokes this evening AND twelve more tomorrow at noon! It'll hurt terribly then! It'll teach you a lesson, I'm sure of it! At least, you won't have to take off your clothes now as you're already naked. For all the other girls, you're allowed to frig yourselves WITH ONLY YOUR LEFT HAND! Otherwise, you have to keep the pose! Swathri knew that all of them urgently needed to go to the loo. She knew and the girls, probably, too, that they would surely pee themselves when they went over the edge. For most of them, it was a first : masturbating in public, in front of strangers such as Peter, Gupta or Swathri herself while standing at attention! It was too good an occasion to shame them down : - So, you dirty sluts, You have the nerve of frigging yourselves in public and, in a minute, you'll make a public exhibition of yourselves by wetting your uniform while waiting for the much needed punishment of two of your colleagues! All the girls, including Marine and Brigitte were on the edge of coming. At that moment, every touch on their clit was sending quivers of pleasure down their legs and spine to their toes, tits and belly. Their cunts were oozing love juices running down their thighs and soaking their skirts, socks and shoes, already drenched by the rain. They were so deeply aroused then that they didn't care a damn about it, concentrated on their imminent release. Kira and Leena were the last ones to let their bladder empty at last. - Congratulations Kira and Leena! When Brigitte and Marine have received their punishment, you'll go to your locker and change into clean outfits. I intended to send you there in your soiled clothes but you might catch a cold and you have too many things to learn in the coming days. I just forbid you to take a shower and if your mates this night complain of your reek, just tell them you had had an accident and are about to have another one and drench them with your pee. That will surely make them horny as hell! - Yes, Mistress Swathri! Swathri didn't even answer back. Gupta took off Brigitte's clothes, telling her to carefully fold her soaked clothes. They were literally steaming in the cold air from pee and girl's cum cream. It was especially difficult for Brigitte who had been a full fledged dominatrix until recently and was discovering the pleasures of total submission. Her husband had promised when she would be back to collar and cuff her, make her wear a chastity belt and offer her to their personal friends. She would make a tour of them, including a trip to India to meet Kyrhan and his brother, another one to USA and England. She was also to be put back in milk and be presented at the next Saint Azul fair as she had been a few years before. She couldn't wait for it. It was the first time either Marine or Brigitte received a sound caning. Gupta didn't hold anything back. Their asses really smarted a lot afterward but they both felt quite proud of having passed that initiation rite! Gupta chose Brigitte to warm his cot. There were reasons for it : Brigitte was more mature, about Kira's age and sooner or later, he felt sure that Kira would come to his lodging after a good thrashing he would have administered to her bottom. Leena had told him that she was Kyrhan's wife and Kyrhan was almost the king of this small international club of horny women and lecherous men. Gupta was shrewd enough to have understood that Kyrhan was the man he had better impress and how better impress a man who offers you his wife for caning then fucking than to use her so completely that she will keep a lasting remembrance of you! So he would rehearse with this white woman. He would fuck her until she begged him to stop but he would fuck her at least one more time just to show her who was the master, that she was a slave to any superior men and especially to any Indian men like himself. Gupta had always kept a fantasy in his mind : having all the white women buying groceries in his shop wearing revealing sarees. He would overseer their scurrying about until one of them caught his fancy. He would snap his fingers and the girl he had just chosen would slavishly kneel at his feet, take off his shoes, take one of his toes in her mouth and suck him in plain view of the other white women who would envy her. If he was satisfied by her application, he would order her into his back store to prepare herself. He would make her wait longingly for some time in the dark, no less than one hour maybe more just to instill in her mind her lowly importance. She would wait on his cot, nude, with her legs wide open, a cucumber pushed deep in her cunt and ass to prepare the way for his triumphant cock. When he would take out his big cock, the woman would scream in delight, discovering the tool which was about to impale her and make her into a whore for big Indian cocks for the rest of her life! Gupta had led Brigitte into his bathroom. He took her in his arms. He told her to help him out of his clothes. She fumbled about as she had never touched a man wearing a dhoti. It was another way of shaming her by proving her inadequacy! His hands seized the soundly caned cheeks of her bum, making her moan desperately in pain. Punishment was not limited to the application of the cane to her bottom but extended also to the abuse he would make of her swollen bottom! To shorten her ordeal, Brigitte soon understood she had only one option : fuck this little man dry until he falls asleep and stop mauling her smarting bum! Brigitte gripped his throbbing cock and pulled it to the swollen lips of her cunt. He pushed her against the wall and entered her with a single mighty shove. Brigitte discovered she was dripping wet, more than she had ever been with her husband or all her experiences as a dominatrix. Her new status was giving her so much pleasure that she was really thinking of asking her husband Jean to make it permanent and definitive. One thing was clear : she would go back home by night train, to make the trip longer and she would wear her outrageously wanton uniform. She would remain in the lane to show off for the other passengers' benefit. She was pretty sure that several men would want to lure her into their compartments or into the train toilets. She wouldn't deny any of them, just make them put on a condom. Like Kira, she would take a spare box, just in case! Gupta fucked her standing pressed against the wall with her ankles crossed tightly behind his back. He used long slow strokes that had a devastating effect on Brigitte. She still remembered the instructions of Swathri. - Master, I've had an accident in the court yard but I'm now about to have another one! May I? Gupta smiled and nodded. - It's disgusting and i don't want to make an habit of it but this evening is a special one! Do it by all the gods and do it NOW! Brigitte was normally quite reserved. She would never even dream of wetting herself and even less while being fucked by a man she barely knew. Relinquishing any control, she let completely go the full flow of her bladder soaking Gupta's cock, balls, feet and legs as well as her own. Gupta was surprised of his own reaction : he was rock hard and terribly aroused. The trickle of her pee had not dwindled when he filled her with his come. She squeezed her cunt muscles around him to milk him of his seed as completely as she could. Gupta hadn't finished with her as he pushed a finger between her ass cheeks. Brigitte started to pump him using her thighs as a leverage to pull him as deep as she could before releasing him. He then pulled back, just letting the head of his cock inside her. Ther only contact then whereher hands around his neck, her legs around his waist and her nipples nibbling his chest. A few seconds later, their contact would be much more intimate, with his prick embedded to the hilt into her sopping wet cunt, her breasts squeezed against his chest, her belly pressed against his and her mouth glued to his. If her husband had been present, he would have gotten jealous and with good reason : - Master, your cock is awesome and you really know how to treat a white woman like myself. I want to be your slave! I'm ready to divorce my husband to let you own me completely. I'm your slave from now on! - Good, slut! I accept your allegiance but you'll stay with your husband. Just be ready to service anytime, anyhow and anywhere myself, any people I will send you and who would contact you in my name or any Indian man you may encounter. Remember that you're from now on a whore for Indian people, men and women alike, just like Leena. They can ask you anything and you'll obey! OK, slut? - Yes, Master! I'll abide to your orders even if I would have loved servicing you at any time. - Perfect, slut. You've covered my cock, my balls and my legs with your disgusting pee. You're going now to lick me clean and swallow it all. Afterward you'll mop the floor with a towel you'll place under your breasts. Then only, you'll be allowed to take a shower with cold water and brush your teeth before joining me in my bed. Don't try to kiss me until you're perfectly clean again! Go on, slut! - Yes, Master! Gupta drooled when he imagined opening a supermarket in Birmingham with only white female staff from the cashier up to the managing director wearing this school girl uniform with the same micro skirt, even more body hugging blouse, no knickers and no bra. It would be a supermarket especially conceived for male customers but many housewives would be delighted having their hubbie proposing to do the shopping on their way from office. It would bring peace in many marriages! Such supermarkets should be state approved! Gupta would be glad to be viewed as a benefactor for all mankind. Of course, he would choose and train all the staff himself : only pretty upperclass white women with the constant obsession to please and fully satisfy their customers. . . After their service, they would go back home on foot with their uniform on. That would be a good costfree advertisement, and even more so if one of them got raped on her way home! While Gupta was busy training Brigitte for a new life as his personal slave whenever she would get to England, Marine was getting intimate with Peter. He had taken her in his arms. She had tugged his belt undone and slid down his jeans and knickers. While his hands had grabbed her achingly cold ass cheeks, she had griped his cock and massaged dutifully the ten inches length of its rock hard shaft. When he began to moan with his cock throbbing in her hands, Marine coyly whispered to his ear : - Perhaps, master, you could stretch on your bed. I know how to massage you to a complete relief of your stress. Let me handle you properly, master. Peter knew Marine was in charge of reception of iNternational guests in Kira's hotel in India. He replied in kind : - Do you offer the same service in India? - Unfortunately, it's impossible : people are too prudish there. I wear sarees but never skirts and especially such short ones. there would be a public scandal! But when I am not overbooked, I gladly offer reaxation massaging to our staff! A part of my job is to help make them happy. We have a very small turn over, now! - I'm quite sure of it! Marine had wrapped her legs round his waist and his cock was sheathed to the hilt into her tight velvety cunt. She was enjoying major climaxes in chain as Peter was see sawing his cock into her wet snatch. Waves after waves of pleasure swept through her body and made her moan helplessly. Peter knew he was sterile : a very low sperm count. That was why he had allowed his wife Leena to dally with strangers. He had her properly trained by Kira, the wife of a business friend, an Indian vice prime minister Kyrhan. She was now regularly fucked by many members of Birmingham Indian community from University professors to her greengrocer, Gupta who had completely enslaved her, pimping her to other shop owners, making her serve customers in his shop and often service them in the backstore. He had even used her body as a bribe for supercilious health inspectors. At one moment, Gupta had tried to have Peter castrated and putting him under Peter's orders had been a nice change for the powerful english CEO. Gupta had adjusted quite smoothly, it seemed, changing from an arrogant to a subservient or even obsequious stance immediately. When he filled her cunt with his spunk, they collapsed on the settee and took several minutes to recover. Peter stirred and Marine watched him up. He was looking intently at her. Marine saw that his cock was getting hard again. He started to kiss her neck, nibbling with his teeth her earlobes. Her body immediately caught fire : Each time someone caressed her neck and especially her earlobes, she swooned and immediately got wet. Her thighs opened without any conscient order. She was ready to be fucked again by Peter or any other male wgho would be available. She didn't care, plunged in deep animal lust. At that moment, she would have been able to be servicede by a dog, a donkey or whatever animal you could have presented her! Peter cupped her pussy in his right hand and began to rub her clit with one hand while he pushed three fingers of his other hand into her cunt. He engulfed one of her tits in his mouth and began to suck her eagerly. Being solicited on three points together was a welcome treat for the young woman. She climbed back soon to another peak of arousal, screaming her pleasure and urging him to another series of climaxes. Marine's pussy lips were swollen from having been frigged so harshly and it was heaven for both of them when he entered her. She felt as tight as she had been when she was a virgin and she was receiving her first cock that was about to deflower her. . . After they emerged for the second time, they chatted quietly : Demeanor School Ch. 02 - My god, you're a really naughty school girl! You have milked me dry like a pro. After your caning, I expected to find you weeping, rubbing your buttocks and not very interested by sex. - Would you have preferred? Next time, I may play the poor little schoolgirl, just punished shamefully by the little ugly Indian janitor with a huge cock! - If you kike it, why not? I would love comforting the poor little schoolgirl. Just you may be too old to be a schoolgirl, aren't you? - Maybe but then what about Kira : she must be ten years older than me! - You win your point. Now what about a good hot shower together. I'll accompany you to your dormitory. I'll give you a comforter as it may be freezing outdoors! - Oh thank you; Master! - My pleasure, really as I will lead you on a leash attached to a dog collar. Our gracious head mistress Miss Swathri would love it if she meets us on our way. For my own pleasure, I'll put you in leg irons and manacles and you'll keep them all the night in your bed. I'll give you the keys to free yourself but I forbidyou to use it until the morning. There will be no control but I want you to keep them on your own free will! Will you? - Master, we are in a demeanor school to teach all of us girls to obey totally our husbands or boyfriends. I'll evidently wait for our wake up call to free myself of the chains you'll put on me! They went into the shower together. Peter soaped her quite cautiously and she reciprocated. They rinsed one another. Marine fell on her knees at his feet and licked slavishly his ass hole before brushing once more her mouth. Finally, she took his cock into her mouth. She gave him an expert blow job and resisted when he tried to help her up to fuck her. She continued sucking him until he unloaded all his jizzm deepinto her throat. She licked him clean before drying both of them. She went to fetch the collar and the leash and presented them to him with extended arms, on her knees. He took the items she was offering him and she fell on her four in front of him, offering her neck to the collar, like a good slave slut. The comforter was made in the school tartan. It was warm and Marine felt glad to have it when they crossed the windy courtyard. Peter undid the leash and took back the comforter. - Bye, Marine! Hope that Gupta's hand won't be too heavy on your back tomorrow noon! Have a good sleep. - Thank you, Master! Marine helped herself on tiptoe and kissed Peter on the lips. The coldness was piercing her body with countless needles, her teeth were chattering and her nipples were now as taut as bullets but she stayed motionless as long as Peter kissed her back. She was a submissive schoolgirl in the arms of the school director and she would never have the nerve of denying him anything. . . - - - While Marine and Brigitte spent finally a very pleasant evening and night in the strong arms of Gupta and Peter, Kira and Leena were in the dance hall. The bouncer recognized immediately Kira and opened the door with a bright smile. He welcomed her : - Hello, pussy! You told me that you'd probably not be back for a fortnight and you're already here; The guys were sad after yesterday. The champagne corks will pop out soon! - I'll bring you a flute! - I would prefer if you came to play with my pipe. - That I can do too! May I give you these leaflets for distribution : we will organize a prom party at the end of the month for our graduation. Girls will be available and free of charge! All of them will wear this outfit Do you think the guys might be interested? - God, if they are all as pretty as you, the local hookers will be out of work and will ask for welfare benefits. We'll close the dance hall for the occasion : I might come at your party!! - Sorry for the girls but they may take vacations for a month! Fresh air is better for their health! - Don't worry for them nor for the leaflets! I'll distribute them to all the partygoers, at least the gentle ones! - We aren't crystal pieces! We like it rough on occasion! - It's noted. May I book a row with you, already? - Sure : a quarter of an hour. At what time? - Say around midnight. You'll be still fresh and already warmed up! - Hey, guy! I never need to warm up : I'm always quite HOT! - And you're, lass! Ah, you came with a school friend, it seems! - May I present you my close friend Leena. - Hello, miss, I'm Sean, the dance hall bouncer. God she is as hot as you, Kira! Is it a requirement in your school? - For sure. The girls must be healthy and always ready to please! The boss of the Dance hall had told Sean he wanted to see Kira if ever she came back. The bouncer accompanied her to the oak door and left discreetly with Leena to present her to the other customers. Kira, left alone rectified her outfit, rearranging the pleats of her skirt, smoothing her blouse on her breasts and pushing down unruly locks in her long hair. She had rearranged it into two long plaits that gave her the look of a naughty school girl as you can see i videos. She could have taken a lollipop and lick it stupidly to complete the image but it was too much for her! Just before knocking at the door, she decided to modify her look, tilting her cap in a provocative way, rolling the top of a skirt to make it shorter by an inch at least, hollowing her belly and arching her back in order to push out her breasts and buttocks. She finally decided she was ready and knocked timidly on the door and when the boss granted her entry, she resolutely pushed the door open. She entered shyly as befits a real school girl in her position and stood in front of the desk. The boss' eyes nearly popped out of his eye sockets, when he saw the way Kira was dressed. His mouth gaped open and a fire seemed to burn in his eyes. He didn't offer her a seat but went in front of her. - Sir, I've been told that you wanted to see me as soon as I went back to your establishment. Here I am to abide to your orders! - Good, girl! I received so many inquiries of customers wanting to know when you would be back and I wasn't able to give them any answers. I didn't know even your name! - Kira Singh, Sir! - Good. You must be of Indian origin, with such a name. you have a tanned face, very clear for an Indian woman. I've been told it's a much in demand quality in your community. - Thank you, sir! - What I wanted to tell you was just I don't care if you get fucked by my customers but I don't want to have my house closed on the assumption of being a whore house. - I can promise you that there hasn't been any payment between your customers and me, Sir. Moreover, your bouncer had ordered me first to receive your customers in the back yard or on the parking lot and then into your former billiard room and had placed a private sign on the door when your customers queued to fuck me there. - And I'll give him a nice bonus for his initiative! That prevented any problem for us! But you should have come to meet me before. The boss cupped her breasts in his hands and mauled them through her blouse. - Jesus, you don't wear a bra! you're a dirty slut in a school girl uniform, really! - I hope my outfit suits you, Sir! - By all means! I would like to buy similar outfits for my waitresses, just twice longer skirts to keep some decency. - Just phone to our head mistress, Mrs Swathri Singh. She could tell you who the school tailor is. But I don't think she will allow you to use the same tartan. - The tartan of the old school for wayward girls as it was nicknamed in the neighborhood isn't that important! - That boarding school had been closed at the end of last term. There's a new foundation for International education of girls : we have french, american, australian girls but our manager plans to include girls from other countries in the future one month sessions! - One month only! My customers will be dismayed! - I don't know. Mmaybe other girls will come later for other sessions, sir. - Off with such future problems! Let's deal with what we have on hand! The boss grinned broadly as he unbuttoned Kira's blouse! and pushed it back on her shoulders. Her magnificent breasts came into full view. The man licked his lips in anticipation. He snaked his hand under her skirt and froze! - No knickers, too! You're a real dirty slut. You came over the wall in a ready to use outfit! I love it! A long moment later, Kira was slumped over the boss' desk. His papers had been scattered on the floor. He was snoring in his armchair. His trousers were bunched around his ankles with his briefs. He had also his socks but otherwise he was completely nude. Kira offered a similar sight with her school skirt round her waist, her blouse pushed back, her knee high socks in disarray, her tie and cap lying smewhere on the floor. Her mouth corners, and her breasts were coated with a bright layer of fresh spunk. Her cunt lips were puffy with overuse but the man had obeyed her requests to use condoms. There were four of them tightly tied at the base : her trophies for the night! Kira's body was smeared with white streaks of sticky cum. She was the perfect image of a well fucked woman but she was far from sated. She stood up and used paper towels to clean herself. There was a small toilet room adjoining the office where she rectified her outfit, rearranged ger hair and put back make up to prepare for another longer and more demanding session. When she felt ready, Kira exited the room and went toward the billiard room. When she opened the door, cheers and applauses welcomed her arrival. Leena was stretched on the billiard table. She had kept her skirt, her socks and, by some miracle her cap but not her blouse that hung now from the chandelier above the table. Her hair was loose. A big man was between her thighs and nailing her to the table. She was urging him to fuck her harder when she was n't screaming in delight. When she approached, Kira could see dollops of cum spread everywhere from her socks to her hair. Leena's love juices were oozing around the man's cock and soaking the billiard cloth underneath. He was wearing a condom. Kira bent down and kissed Leena on the lips. Her friend opened an eye : - Kira! Where have you been! Your friends went berserk as you didn't come. I thought it would be better if we started before your return! - Never mind! Everything is ship shape! Now maybe a couple of these gentlemen will help me on this table! the billiard is large enough to accomodate the two of us. Just don't forget to use condoms! The following night was long for the two girls but this time, Kira had arranged to be woken up in time to get back to the school with her bag filled with eighty condoms. Leena came back with more : one hundred as she had been at it two hours before Kira while she was occupied with the dancnce hall manager. She had run out of condoms. Otherwise she would have spent all the night on her back jumping from a man to another like a butterfly unless it was the other way around. She really loved that school!