4 comments/ 151670 views/ 30 favorites Class Rules By: 0131aj Amy Turner knew she was in trouble as she sat, trembling, outside the Headmaster's office. She had never been summoned here before, never been in trouble before. She was the good girl, the vicar's daughter, and although she had just turned eighteen she felt just like a child again. The tone of the Headmaster's note to her own Form Master, the look on his face, the stares of her fellow pupils all had her in trepidation as she walked the long, silent corridor in fear. She didn't know what she was supposed to have done but the way the Headmaster's fierce secretary had informed him of her arrival with a blunt, "She's here," let her know that whatever it was it must be very bad, very bad indeed, for Miss O'Hare to treat her so cruelly. The 40 year old secretary had simply sat behind her desk, returned to her paperwork and ignored Amy. After what seemed a lifetime of standing there (as Miss O'Hare had made a point of not inviting her to sit), the door to the Headmaster's office was thrown open and Mr Gallagher suddenly appeared in front of Amy. He had always frightened her with his tall frame (at least six foot four) and now towered above her slight five feet nothing. As he came closer, his body seemed to fill the room and, when Amy eventually found the strength to lift her eyes, he glared down at her. "You," he commanded, "In my office now!" Amy could do nothing but obey as she took a few steps forward into what seemed like a trap. And that is exactly what it was as the Headmaster and Miss O'Hare followed her into the room -- the secretary locking the door behind them. "What's going on?" Amy pleaded. "You may well ask, Miss Turner. When did it become acceptable to cheat at exams in this school?" the Headmaster thundered, having walked round his huge desk and sat down behind it. Miss O'Hare, meanwhile, remained behind Amy. The young girl didn't understand a word he had said. Yes, they had just sat their final Maths exam but Amy had always come top of her class in Maths, as in everything else. She didn't need to cheat. She knew there had obviously been some mistake and, relaxing just a little, she said so to the Headmaster. "Is that so," he asked sarcastically. "In that case maybe you can tell me why both you and Alison White got exactly the same mark and made exactly the same mistakes?" He threw the two identical papers at the frightened girl and she tried, vainly, to catch them. As she bent down to pick them up off the floor she heard a gasp from behind and, looking round, saw Miss O'Hare appearing to look up her short skirt. Confused more than ever, she stood up and looked at the papers in her trembling hands. Sure enough, both the papers seemed to be exact copies with only the names at the top differing. "But Alison must have copied me. She sat behind me during the exam. She must have done!" she entreated. "Don't make it worse for yourself by trying to blame another innocent pupil. I have already spoken to Miss White (he hadn't but she was a fat, ugly girl and of no use to him). She has promised me that she would never cheat so the only other explanation is that you are the culprit. The only question now is what are we going to do about it?" "Do?" asked Amy in total bewilderment; she couldn't understand any of this. It was all happening too fast. "What do you mean?" "You must be punished, Miss Turner. Otherwise you will never learn the error of your ways. The only alternative to being punished by myself is for me to call your father and leave the matter to him. Would you prefer that, Miss Turner? Would you like me to call the vicarage and let your parents know that you are a cheat?" The tears poured from Amy's downcast eyes as she imagined her father and Sunday- School teacher mum discovering that their only daughter, their pride and joy was nothing more than a common cheat. This was so unfair, she had done nothing wrong. If she ever got out of this office Alison White was going to pay. "Please, Sir. I'll do anything. Just don't let my parent's find out. I'll accept whatever punishment you see fit to give me." Inwardly he was smiling in delight as his plan started to come to fruition but to Amy his face never changed. He continued to glare at her from beneath his dark eyebrows and eventually leaned back in his chair. "Very well, Miss Turner. You shall be punished and punished right now. Take off your clothes." Amy couldn't believe what she had just heard. "What?" was all she could say in shock. "Take off your clothes, Miss Turner, and don't make me come round this desk to do it for you or your punishment will be even more severe." Amy stood still. She couldn't move. Neither her brain nor her arms could understand what her Headmaster was saying to her so she just stood there. "Very well, Miss Turner, you leave me with no choice." With a nod to his secretary, he stood up and walked round the desk to his terrified pupil. Miss O'Hare suddenly was right behind Amy and she grabbed both the young girl's arms. "If you want to make this harder for yourself then so be it." Amy shook in terror as her Headmaster grabbed both sides of her white, school blouse and ripped it apart, buttons flying across the room. She looked down in disbelief as her tiny tits were now covered only by her plain, white, cotton bra. She didn't always need one, so small were her tits, but she was glad she had worn one today. Unfortunately, it didn't offer her much protection as his big hands simply ripped it apart and she gasped in shame as the first man ever to her see her naked breasts simply leaned down and started to suck on her right nipple. His hand soon found her left one and Amy didn't know what to do, to think, to feel. No one had ever touched her like this; no-one from her small village would have dared, knowing who her father was. She knew that she should be trying to break free from Miss O'Hare. She knew that this was wrong. But why did it feel so nice? The Headmaster swapped sides and now her left nipple was feeling his warm, wet tongue circle it as it got bigger, harder and more sensitive than she had ever known. She had only recently started to explore her own body but she was a good girl and she knew such things were sinful. But that didn't explain the feelings in her tummy at this moment; it didn't explain why she felt she had to squeeze her legs together to control what was happening between them. She could feel herself start to get light headed when she heard Miss O'Hare say, "She's ready." The Headmaster released her nipple from his soft lips and she suddenly realised that she wanted them back. He, however, was reaching round her young waist to the back of her skirt. Undoing the button, pulling down the zip and tugging it over her hips, the skirt was on the floor before she knew what was happening. Almost in a daze, she stepped out of it as the Headmaster simply threw it aside and stood up. Just for a moment he seemed to stop and simply stare. Amy's white, cotton knickers were now all that stood between him and his prize and he wanted to enjoy the sight. He could see tiny, black hairs curling out from each side and he knew that she had never shaved her cunt. He reached forward, cupped her pussy through her knickers and was both surprised and delighted to find a tiny wet spot on her crotch. "So you like what I did to your nipples, Miss Turner. Perhaps you're going to enjoy your punishment after all." Kneeling down again in front of her, he reached up and slowly pulled her panties down her smooth legs. Again he simply stopped and stared as the young pussy that he had been waiting for was suddenly before him. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her legs apart and started to move his wet tongue along the length of her equally wet slit. She tasted so sweet and, although she writhed above him, he could no longer tell if it was from fear or pleasure. Amy could tell. She again knew that this was all wrong but she couldn't resist the feelings that were coursing through her whole body. Yet her whole body seemed to exist of one part only, the part father had told her never to touch, the part mother had told her was "dirty" and the part that her own Headmaster was licking and licking and licking. Miss O'Hare lowered her to the thick carpet so that she was lying on her back, totally oblivious to the rest of the world as her young body rushed towards its first orgasm, as her hips raised themselves involuntarily to meet his probing tongue and as that very tongue moved slightly up to the hard clit that she wasn't even aware of and flicked it out of its hood. As his teeth clenched around it, her body exploded in pleasure and she bucked beneath him wanting this feeling never to end. Amy's body slowly came back to normal, her breathing slowed down and she became aware, once again, of where she was and what had just happened to her. She suddenly realised that she was almost naked, the school blouse around her shoulders and her socks and shoes the only clothing that remained. Trying to cover her small tits with one hand and her pussy with the other, she started to raise herself from the floor. "Stay where you are, slut" commanded her Headmaster. She looked up from her prone position on the carpet but it wasn't him that she saw. Miss O'Hare now towered over her but looking nothing like she had when Amy had first come to the office. While the Headmaster was licking Amy's cunt and playing with her clit, Miss O'Hare had obviously taken the chance to undress and now stood over the young girl wearing only her dark red bra and knickers. Sliding those silk knickers down her long legs, throwing them to the waiting Headmaster who grabbed them eagerly and inhaled her musky scent from them, she stepped over Amy and placed one foot on either side of the schoolgirl's head. "Your next punishment is to make Miss O'Hare cum, just as I have done for you. Any hesitation on your part and I will have none in placing that call to your father." Amy realised she was trapped in more senses than one and looked up amazed to see another woman's "dirty place" rapidly approaching her face. Miss O'Hare's pussy was different from Amy's though; there was not a single hair to be seen and her swollen lips hung down, dripping with her own juices already. Amy was totally at a loss as to what was expected of her but when Miss O'Hare's wet cunt landed on her open mouth she didn't have much choice. She tried to think of what the Headmaster had done to her and slowly, reluctantly, reached out with her own tongue and tasted another woman for the first time. Miss O'Hare moaned in pleasure and, as Amy continued to lick up and down her wet slit, she started to grind back and forth across the young girl's face. The School secretary practically tore off her lacy, red bra squeezed her large tits together and pulled on her nipples. Her breasts were different from Amy's too; Amy's were small, hardly filling her A-cup bras. Miss O'Hare's were much bigger; they seemed to hang a bit lower too and her nipples were huge. Amy had never seen another woman's nipples but she couldn't believe they were meant to be as big as that. What the Headmaster was doing at this point, Amy had no idea but was certain that it couldn't be anything good. She had kept her eyes closed after Miss O'Hare had landed on her mouth but when she heard a "Click" she quickly opened them and was filled with terror all over again as she saw Mr Gallagher, now naked, taking a photo of her with her tongue in another woman's cunt. "Keep licking, whore, or I'll call your father and show him these photos." Amy knew she had no choice but thought the sooner she made the older woman cum the better. Her mouth was getting sore, her jaw was starting to ache but she returned to her task with renewed vigour. Miss O'Hare, in turn, lowered one hand from her swollen nipple and started to play with her large clit. She simply flicked it at first but, as Amy's licking became more and more insistent, she was soon rubbing it as fast as she could. Faster and faster, harder and harder, her hand was just a blur to the young woman beneath her. Amy knew she was doing something right and instinctively reached up and grabbed the School secretary's arse cheeks and squeezed. That was all it took for Miss O'Hare to start cumming all over Amy's face. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed. If Amy didn't know before today what that meant she certainly did now as the older woman flooded her mouth and face with her sweet pussy juice. There seemed to be no end to it as Miss O'Hare bucked and rocked all over Amy's face and all Amy could do was to keep on licking and hope that this ordeal would soon be over. Miss O'Hare finally slumped forward, almost smothering Amy, and rolled off the young girl's naked body. If Amy thought for one moment that she would now be released, she was quickly dissuaded from that by the looming figure of her Headmaster standing above her. She already knew he had undressed but now she had her first look at a man's erect cock. It looked enormous -- not that Amy had anything to compare it with. She knew about the facts of life, she knew how babies were made, but she couldn't imagine how such a monster could fit into any woman. And then it hit her: he was going to put it in her, he was going to force her to have S.E.X. -- a word her mother and father never said without spelling it out, trying to protect her innocent ears. She whimpered at the thought of what was about to happen and tried to wriggle away from him -- him and his hard cock. "Stay where you are, slut, or your father will be here in no time. You and Miss O'Hare have had your fun. Now it's my turn." The Headmaster knelt down between Amy's outstretched legs, looked longingly at her virginal cunt, and lay down on top of the frightened young girl. Amy whimpered in fear but equally in anticipation as the head of his cock teased her clit. He suckled on her engorged nipples as he felt the tight wet entrance of her pussy wrapped around his dick. Amy suddenly knew she wanted him inside her and thrust her hips towards him, giving him all the encouragement he needed. He lined up his cock with her tiny opening, moving slowly up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices. He pushed himself forward and enjoyed the glorious feeling of his cock slowly entering her eager pussy. Amy gasped with surprise and no little discomfort as she held herself, tense, still trying to understand how his big cock would fit into her tiny pussy. All she knew at this point was this was exactly what she wanted him to do. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me," she pleaded as she instinctively raised her legs behind his back and pulled him deeper into her very soul. As he pushed ever deeper into her he soon met the resistance he had expected since he just knew she would still be a virgin. His mind argued for a second about making love to her or fucking her but he knew he wanted her bad. His lust took over and, slowly pulling out of her tight hole, he then thrust forward with all his strength behind him, breaking through her virginity and burying his hard prick as deep as it would go. They both screamed for very different reasons as he stabbed her with his cock. She had never imagined feeling so full or so stretched in her whole life; she had never imagined feeling such pain as his dick continued to hammer her abused pussy. He, in turn, knew that he had never had a cunt as hot or as tight as the one now wrapped around his throbbing dick. For all her inexperience she seemed to be squeezing him with her cunt, never to let him go. Each time he pulled out she whimpered with the loss but each time he thrust forward she pleaded for more. Faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper he fucked her, until Amy thought she could take no more of the pain but wanted even more of the pleasure. Soon the pain disappeared and the pleasure took over. As her pussy stretched she began to arch her back, thrusting her hips to meet his. He reached down between them and began to play with her incredibly sensitive clit, making her screams and squeals of pleasure sound like music to his ears. Their bodies clashed against each other, his large and strong, hers petite and hungry. Amy was unable to think of anything but the cock fucking her but Miss O'Hare could see that Amy was now fucking her Headmaster just as vigorously as the other way round. The young girl's thighs squeezing him, her ankles now locked around him as he pistoned in and out of her tight cunt. This was Miss O'Hare's time to take another photo. "You like it, don't you, slut? Admit it, you love me fucking your tight cunt with my big, fat cock." Amy could hardly speak. "Fuck me!" was all she could answer. So he did. He fucked her cunt like he had never fucked one before. She bucked beneath him as he hammered; his lust was centered entirely on his cock and her cunt. She had all the strength of a rag doll but still she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. "I'M CUMMING!" he screamed, as with one final push he poured his spunk deep inside the young girl's cunt. She, in turn, tightened her legs around him and pulled him even deeper as she had the second orgasm of her young life, his cum filling her and pouring out of her ravaged hole. He collapsed on top of her and Amy lay there exhausted, not sure what was expected of her now. She wondered if her punishment was over now -- she hoped not. "Miss O'Hare! Miss O'Hare! What on earth is going on in there? What is all that screaming?" cried Mrs West, the young History teacher, as she pounded on the office door. Class Rules Ch. 02 One afternoon during the following week, Mr Gallagher was casually looking out of his window onto the lush green lawns below his study and saw something that took his eye. He rang his bell and his faithful secretary Miss O'Hare entered his room quietly. "You called me Head Master?" The Head nodded. "I have just seen Mrs West crossing the lawn from the gymnasium, Miss O'Hare. She looked very nice in her very short pleated skirt." Mrs West was the young English Mistress while her husband, Julian, taught History. Miss O'Hare crossed the room and looked out with him. Mrs West had now reached the small road directly under the window. Just then a young schoolgirl rode her bicycle erratically across in front of Mrs West. They saw the girl laugh as she managed to keep the bike upright but in doing so her skirt did flip up exposing her white pantied bottom. Miss O'Hare smiled. She knew what the Head was thinking. "We would have to think carefully before we start dealing with Mrs West, Headmaster" "What do you suggest, Miss O'Hare?" "Well Sir, she and her husband Julian are up for salary review next week. I know they are desperate for money as they live with her father who is being very awkward with them." Mr Gallagher nodded his head, adding, "Julian West finds it difficult to maintain any discipline in his class already, and Shirley, his wife, is only on probation" Miss O'Hare smiled; she could see how the Headmaster's mind was working but she had to make sure he understood her position. "It will be difficult for me to deal with Mrs West in the same way as I controlled Amy Turner, Head Master." The older man was very sharp and knew what she meant. "I presume you mean because Mrs West is a teacher and not a student?" Miss O'Hare nodded "Yes and she is a little more mature but she still shouldn't cause any great problems for you, Sir." "What about her husband?" "He will be even easier for you, Sir. He is very weak. Afraid of his own shadow. A little effeminate." The Head Master was pleased. "Will you send them a formal warning that their performance is well below acceptable and that I will be assessing them both next Monday?" She laughed "They will be petrified" and added "May I make a suggestion, Sir?" He nodded. "Mrs West and her husband don't drink alcohol now ever since they became intoxicated very easily at the last Staff Party. I suggest that after you tell them off next Monday you could give then a couple of glasses of wine to appear benevolent and kindly. They will be afraid to refuse." The Head smiled. His secretary was quite a clever woman "You think she will be more amenable then" "Definitely Sir! Her fear about her job followed by a few glasses of wine and she will be more than amenable." Mr Gallagher smiled, especially when his secretary added "And so will her husband." He appreciated what this could mean and what his secretary meant so he suggested, "I know you can't act in the same capacity as with Amy Turner, Miss O'Hare but I would you like to be present anyway." Miss O'Hare smiled. Her Headmaster really looked after her. "Certainly, Sir. I would really enjoy being present when you deal with Mr and Mrs West. I think it will be fully in order if I assist you when you require it." Mr Gallagher liked his secretaries efficiency, especially when she advised "I think we should change the date of the meeting to Tuesday morning Sir. Mrs West always does some exercising in the morning and always wears her shortest pleated skirt." "Usually with little, white knickers," she added. Mr Gallagher nodded "That sounds excellent Miss O'Hare. Send them their warnings today." When Shirley West received her formal warning she felt petrified. When Julian also had a similar letter he almost cried. He just fell apart. Shirley felt so upset but, even more, she was angry with her husband's pathetic weakness. He was absolutely useless in a crisis. She first of all tore a strip off him and then said, "It's no good you sobbing like a big baby Julian. We have to face up to it and do our best." Julian was distraught. "You don't understand how threatened I feel, Shirley. I am terrified of the Headmaster and Miss O'Hare his secretary is so intimidating." Shirley nodded. She had some sympathy with her husband. She was just as nervous. She then took a deep breath saying, "The main thing Julian is that we must not upset the Head or Miss O'Hare in any way. We have to keep on the right side of them. Anything they suggest we can do to improve our chances we must agree to and we must do it with a smile." On Tuesday morning Shirley started early. She told Julian she would meet him in the Headmasters Office. He was still frightened and wanted to wait for his wife but she was adamant. "No, Julian. Pull yourself together. I want to go to the Gym first for some light exercise. Then I will pop back here to change into my suit and meet you outside the Headmaster's office." She seemed so well organised but she didn't know what Miss O'Hare had planned. After her exercises Shirley left the gym and made her way across the lawns to her own office intending to change. She was only sweating slightly but she wanted to feel her best when she faced Mr Gallagher so she knew she couldn't afford to be the least bit uncomfortable and her knickers always ran up her bum during her exercises. Unbeknown to Shirley, Miss O'Hare had been waiting and watching and suddenly her mobile phone rang. It was Miss O'Hare telling her to come straight to the Head's Office. Shirley tried to explain she needed to go to her office first to change. Miss O'Hare sounded cross "Mrs West, when I said the Head wants you to come here immediately, that is exactly what I mean. Your husband is already here. Don't make us angry Mrs West." Shirley had no option but to change her plans and go directly to the Heads Office. As she entered the large office she could see her husband sitting there trying to look insignificant. He didn't really have to try. Shirley felt conscious of her very short skirt as she looked at the Head behind his big desk and Miss O'Hare nearby with her notebook out ready to take notes. There was only one seat available a very high stool. Miss O'Hare beckoned to the stool "Take a seat Mrs West." Shirley could see that the high stool was directly in front of the Head. She hesitated and murmured apologetically that her skirt was too short.Miss O'Hare pretended to look puzzled. Shirley stuttered "If I sit up there I am afraid that my underclothes will be showing." Mr Gallagher sounded annoyed. "I did not tell you what skirt to wear Mrs West and I cannot make any allowances for how you choose to dress" Shirley looked at her husband for support. Julian looked at his feet. He was shaking. Miss O'Hare asked "Are you saying that the Head Master is not allowed to see your knickers Mrs West?" Shirley couldn't answer. Miss O'Hare addressed Julian. "Tell us Mr West do you object to Mr Gallagher seeing your wife's panties?" Julian blushed and simply shook his head. Mr Gallagher looked impatient and said "Well that's sorted out then. Mrs West please sit on the stool now. I am busy and want to get this assessment over quickly." Shirley sighed. She felt defeated as she turned and climbed up onto the stool knowing full well that all her underwear was on display. Miss O'Hare glanced at the Head. He looked really lecherous. She smiled to herself as she knew the next couple of hours would be very entertaining and exciting. The Headmaster continued to write at his desk for another few moments while Julian trembled in his chair and Shirley squirmed on her stool as her knickers were still fixed between her arse cheeks and tight against her pussy. Finally he looked up and stared first at Julian who seemed to shrink even further into himself. "Mr West, although you came with the highest recommendations, you seem totally unable to control a class of girls. Is this true?" Julian could only nod, keeping his head bowed, praying that he would be allowed to keep his job. "Mrs West, you on the other hand seem to be becoming very popular with the girls, one might even say too popular." "How can anyone be too popular?" asked Shirley in disbelief. "Silence!" growled the Headmaster. "We have had complaints that you have been to friendly with some of the older girls; touching, hugging, even kissing one of them." "What? I have never kissed anyone but Julian and certainly not any of the girls." "I've warned you already, Mrs West. One more outburst from you and you will pay the price. Mr West, your wife has been accused of fraternising with some of the girls; together with your own inadequacies, there seems no reason why we should keep either of you on for another term, far less give you a pay rise. However, I understand from Miss O'Hare that you need to find a place of your own to live and so are desperate to keep your jobs. Is this right?" "Yes, Sir," stumbled Julian, still too afraid to lift his head. "So if I was to give you both a chance to redeem yourselves, you would accept it?" "Yes, Sir." "And you would do anything? Anything at all?" "Yes, Sir." "Very well then. You both have one final chance. If you both do exactly what you are told to do, right now, in this room, then you will both keep your jobs and you will both receive the pay rise you so desperately need. Agreed?" "Agreed, Sir," said Julian happily, raising his head and looking at his pretty wife in pleasure. How bad could it be, he asked himself? Shirley, however, wasn't so sure. She had noticed how the Headmaster had stared up her skirt as she sat on the high stool and could feel her pussy tingle at the unexpected attention. She thought she should try to lay down some ground rules but was very quickly dissuaded of this when the Headmaster grabbed her by the arm, pulled her off the stool and, dragging her round the desk to his own high-backed, leather chair, he sat down and threw her over his lap. "You have been warned, Mrs West. Now you must pay the penalty. Mr West, I am about to spank your young wife. Come over here and watch." Julian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He would have loved to have been the one who was about to spank Shirley but he would never have had the courage to even suggest it. Looking at her upturned arse, though, as she lay across Mr Gallagher's broad thighs he could tell he was going to enjoy this. Even if she wasn't. Shirley tried to fight but the Headmaster had a tight grip on her. His right hand was round her waist, pulling her tightly against his strong body. His left hand was holding her opposite arm up her back so that more she struggled the higher her arm went and the more painful it became. His right leg was hooked over her legs and she quickly came to the realisation that there was no escape. She started to whimper and tried to plead with Julian to rescue her but she knew even as she was saying it that this was a waste of time. Her poor excuse for a husband was just standing there as she was manhandled and was doing nothing to prevent her punishment. She tried to apologise for any wrong doings (even though she knew she was innocent) but gasped in terror as short skirt was lifted up over her bum, to leave her knickers on full display. The Headmaster's hand reached for her waistband immediately and, as the tears fell from her eyes, she begged him not to pull them down. Paying no attention to her, he went ahead and did just that, tugging them hard to over her bare bottom. His hand came down and it started, a bare bottom spanking, the first of her adult life. Shirley began to wriggle again, burning with embarrassment while her cheeks burned with pain. Her bum was becoming pinker by the second and she tried desperately to pull her knickers back up to protect herself. The Headmaster, however, was used to spanking girls and he was ready for her; he snatched her hand away and ordered her husband to pull her knickers fully off.Julian was rooted to the spot but Miss O'Hare simply pushed him out of the way, took a firm grip of the tiny knickers and tore them off. Shirley realised who it was and burned again in shame aware that her poor bum was now defenceless and in full view of the school secretary. She was in a terrible position, trapped, bum up, showing everything, and helpless to prevent it, or her spanking. Worse still, she could feel the Headmaster's hard cock growing beneath her and she burst into fresh tears, not just from the pain, but in utter frustration at her helplessness and the way she was being held. It was so unfair too, she had done nothing wrong with any of her girls while her stupid husband couldn't even control a class. He was the one who deserved punishment, not her, but she was the one having her bare bottom turned red in front of him and Miss O'Hare, with her pussy on show and her arsehole winking behind her. The Headmaster finally stopped, leaving Shirley sobbing with shame. Her bum was on fire and, when Mr Gallagher let her go, all she could do was fall down on to the carpeted floor. For a moment she just lay there, her poor red bum still on show, before she started to look for her knickers. Her punishment had just begun. Class Rules Ch. 03 Shirley thought that the Headmaster would now agree to retaining both her husband, Julian, and herself in their teaching posts at the all girls school. She had allowed him to spank her over his lap, had held his large cock (much larger than Julian's) in her hand and had not tried to escape when he started to shoot his spunk all over her face. Julian had never done anything like that and she was quite sure he never would but he seemed to enjoy the sight of his wife being treated in this humiliating way. She still hadn't found her knickers and she was very aware of being naked under her short skirt. "So, are our jobs secure now, sir?" she dared to ask. Shirley hadn't realised that the Headmaster was now in possession of her knickers nor that he planned to go to sleep that night with them lying next to him so he could smell her musk. "Well, you have responded very nicely, Mrs West, but I think it is now time to see if your husband is just as compliant." Julian trembled when he heard his name mentioned. So far all he had been asked to do was watch his young wife be spanked by the Headmaster and then watch further as she played with his hard dick until he came all over her face. He had secretly enjoyed every minute of it but now the attention seemed to be turning on him. "Me, sir," he stammered. "What do you mean?" "Well, since it is both of you who want to save your jobs and since your wife has been spanked, I think it only fair that you should suffer the same fate. Or don't you want to keep your job too?" Julian knew he had no choice but he also knew what humiliation was before him as he made his way over to the Headmaster's large desk. "No, Mr West. I think Miss O'Hare should be the one to administer your spanking, don't you?" Julian looked over to his pretty wife, pleading with her, but she was quite looking forward to this. She knew that Julian had done nothing to stop the Headmaster from punishing her poor bum and she could see her worthless husband's cock forming a small tent in his trousers when the Headmaster had cum all over her face. Julian was literally shaking. Shirley thought it was from fear but he knew that she was going to be even more disgusted with him when he dropped his trousers as he was now told to do. He seemed to take an eternity to undo his leather belt, button and zip before his trousers fell around his ankles. The other three in the room exploded with laughter when they saw the pink, silk panties he was wearing. Only his wife recognised them as her best pair and only Julian knew that he often wore her knickers when he was feeling tense or nervous. He was certainly nervous now as his cock seemed to have shrunk to almost nothing while the others continued to laugh and tease him. When the Headmaster was finally able to stop laughing he tried to put on his sternest voice. "Now, Mr West, over Miss O'Hare's lap you go." Julian did as he was told, burning with shame, but reached new depths of humiliation when the school secretary grabbed the waistband of his silk knickers and pulled them down to his knees in one brutal tug. Now his puny arse was bare for them all to see and he closed his eyes awaiting his punishment. His wife, meanwhile and got up off the floor and walked over to where her feeble husband lay over the lap of the formidable Miss O'Hare with a pair of his wife's panties around his knees. At least that explained why she often found her knickers in the laundry basket with suspicious stains on them. The wimp wasn't even resisting; he simply lay there waiting for the spanking to begin. However, as soon as Miss O'Hare raised her strong hand and brought it down, hard, on his skinny cheeks he began to squirm. His face was screwed up, tears rolling from his eyes. There was no finesse about Miss O'Hare. She didn't fondle him or stroke him; she simply spanked him, starting with a firm, deliberate slap across both his skinny cheeks and settling down to an even, steady rhythm. There was nothing else in Julian's mind; just firm, stern smacks, hard enough to sting and set even his tiny cheeks bouncing. All he could do was cry. He absolutely howled, full of shame and humiliation, tears streaming down his face, his feet kicking against his captivity. Shirley was enjoying this. She had suffered at the hands of the Headmaster while Julian had meekly stood by and watched; now it was her turn and she couldn't have been happier. Miss O'Hare, on the other hand, was far from happy; she could feel Julian's miserable excuse for a cock getting hard through her tweed skirt; the miserable worm was enjoying this. She decided then and there that his punishment was far from over and that he would have to work much harder tonight to save his job. She went on spanking, smack after smack after smack, as Julian squirmed and became harder than he had ever been. That spanking seemed to go on forever; the stinging slaps, Julian's hot, throbbing bottom and the woman who was punishing him became his whole world until, at last, he could feel himself cumming between her skirt and his shirt. Miss O'Hare threw him to the floor and they all watched as his tiny cock continued to spurt his spunk. "You miserable worm," she screamed at him. "Look at the mess you have made of my favourite skirt. You will have to pay for that!" "I'm really sorry, Miss O'Hare. I will certainly pay to have your skirt cleaned." "I don't want your money, you worthless man. I have my own ways of punishing deviants. Get on your hands and knees." Julian was lost. His bum was red, sore and throbbing yet he had just cum more than he ever had with his wife. He looked to her for help but she was now sitting on the Headmaster's lap, playing with his hard cock while he had taken off her blouse and was sucking on her hard nipples. Shirley had waited a long time for a real man to take care of her pussy and now she had found one, her own Headmaster, she wasn't going to let him get away. Miss O'Hare, meanwhile, had taken off her spunk-stained skirt. Julian noticed she had also taken off her high-necked blouse and was now dressed in crimson red, lacy bra, knickers and matching suspenders holding up her stockings. It wasn't these though that had grabbed Julian's attention. She also now had fitted a huge strap-on dildo between her legs and was approaching him with a look of menace in her fierce eyes. He suddenly realised what his punishment was going to entail and he started to get up, hoping to somehow find some escape from this vengeful woman. "Get back on your knees, worm, or it will be even worse for you." Julian couldn't begin to imagine how it could be worse but he did as he was told, kneeling down on the thick carpet, his head buried beneath him as he tried to hide -- but his arse was still in the air, pointing right at Miss O'Hare. He dared to look up from his kneeling position just in time to see the Headmaster plunge his cock deep into Shirley's pussy, hearing her begging, "Fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me hard." For Julian this was just one more thing that added to his humiliation. He had never been able to satisfy Shirley and now another man was about to do just that. He watched as the Headmaster slowly began to fuck his wife, Shirley's body responding to the deep thrusts of the biggest cock she had ever had. He watched as they fucked faster and faster, heard Shirley's moans of pleasure and, suddenly, heard them both cry out as Mr Gallagher shot his cum deep into Shirley and her orgasm washed over her at just that moment. Julian hadn't forgotten Miss O'Hare and her massive plastic cock but she slipped from his mind as the Headmaster pulled out of his own wife's cunt, stood up, came over to him, put his cock to his mouth and said, "Now, Mr West, suck me clean." Julian hesitated for just a moment before he opened his mouth to accept the now softening cock into his mouth, his own Headmaster's cock, the same cock that had just fucked his wife and now dripped with her juices. Julian wasn't really sure what to do; this was the first cock he had ever had in his mouth (although he had often fantasised about doing it); he simply licked up and down Mr Gallagher's prick, tasting his own wife and finding that it was all quite nice. This brief sense of pleasure was shattered as he suddenly felt something prodding at his arsehole. Miss O'Hare had waited while her Headmaster had got into position and commandeered this worm to suck his cock. Now she got done behind him, poured some of the oil that Shirley handed her on to her finger, and pressed against his tight hole, preparing him for what was to come next. Once again Julian could feel his cock hardening as he waited in fear and anticipation. Then he felt something else, obviously not a finger, pressing against his asshole, pushing gently, pushing harder, pushing forward, until the plastic cock slipped into his hole. Julian screamed out in pain but Mr Gallagher soon muffled him by pushing his cock further down Julian's throat. He somehow knew he had to relax and allow what was happening to him happen as Miss O'Hare pushed her big cock further and further into him. As she eased her artificial in and out of his tender arsehole, Julian sensed the pain eventually ease into a not unpleasant feeling and soon found he was quite enjoying being fucked. As Miss O'Hare noticed Julian now pushing back against her, she started to fuck him deeper and deeper. As she got faster and faster, the Headmaster began fucking Julian's face with the same intensity. All of a sudden, Julian was being fucked in both holes and realised that he could take this kind of punishment. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper they fucked him until Mr Gallagher shot his spunk down Julian's throat and he himself came all over the carpet. As they withdrew from him and saw what he had done Miss O'Hare screamed at him once again. "Now see what you have done. Lick that up, worm, then you can lick the Headmaster's spunk from your wife's cunt." Julian could hardly wait. Class Rules Ch. 04 When Shirley West and Julian went home that day they were both in such a state of shock they didn't even discuss the events in the Headmaster's office. It was so bizarre; they almost felt it must have been a dream. Neither of them wanted to talk about it or even think about it. The only thing that seemed wonderful was the letter they had in their possession congratulating them on satisfactorily passing their assessment with flying colours and awarding them a very nice salary increase. Mr Gallagher had ended the letter by saying that all that was still required from them was to continue to rise to the new and exacting requirements of a modern school to ensure their continued promotion. Julian was over the moon. "Isn't it wonderful, Shirley? We will be able to buy a new house now and look forward to earning some real money." Shirley was equally thrilled but did have some reservations as the Head had added a small postscript saying, "Of course, all young teachers like yourselves are still on a probationary period and your future in the school is dependant on you keeping up the current high standard." Julian gushed, "But all the teachers have that warning, Shirley; we are no different from them." Shirley nodded. It seemed so sensible for the Head to build in that proviso. Over the next few months everything went very satisfactorily. They did have to attend a lot of Staff Meetings chaired by Mr Gallagher while Miss O'Hare always took notes. These passed without any problems. During this period Amy Turner had been appointed Head Girl. Amy was 19 now and had really grown up in such a short time and seemed very confident. She seemed to get on very well with Mr Gallagher and Miss O'Hare and they obviously respected her opinions and listened very carefully to what she had to say. As Head Girl, Amy was also required to attend the Staff Meetings. Mrs West was surprised that Amy almost seemed equal to the Head when the meetings were conducted. Then on one occasion Shirley required some additional advice from the Head and stayed behind to discuss things privately with him. She was surprised that Amy also stayed and busied herself around the office as Shirley explained some very personal aspects of her class. After a short while Amy said to the Head, "It's too hot in here, Mr Gallagher. May I take my tie off?" The Head simply nodded. Shirley was shocked at the young girl's manner and really didn't think that a pupil should be allowed to listen to personal class details, but didn't feel that it was her place to object. As she was talking to the Head, Amy Turner was clearing some papers off his desk. Mrs West could hardly believe it when she saw his hand move up the back of Amy's skirt and fondle her bottom through her underwear. She held her breath waiting for the Head Girl to let out a scream. She didn't. She simply stood there carrying on with the papers hardly moving. Shirley did detect some movement, however; Amy opened her legs slightly. The Head was still listening to Mrs West's problems, apparently neither aware nor bothering that the young teacher could see what he was doing with the Head Girl. He did whisper in Amy's ear and she giggled. Without moving her stance she said to Miss O'Hare, "Mr Gallagher wants to see my knickers again, Doris. Do you mind?" Doris O'Hare smiled. "You know he is always horny for you after Staff Meetings, Amy. Play a little hard to get. Just give him a little flash." Amy giggled and leaned forward and flicked the back of her skirt up showing her blue school panties. Turning to the Head she smiled, "As instructed, Mr Gallagher. Regulation school knickers. Have a little look but, please, no touching while Mrs West is here. Please get rid of her first and then I'll help you to cum" Shirley West was mesmerised by the proceedings. She could see that Amy was not bothered at all that she could hear the discussion. It was even worse when the Head turned his attention back to her and asked, "Will that be all Mrs West? I am a very busy man and have to attend to some urgent school business." Shirley nodded; she knew when she wasn't wanted. She hadn't received the advice she needed but couldn't risk upsetting anyone and nodded, "Yes thank you Head Master" and left. Over the next few months, Shirley witnessed more and more the great influence that Amy seemed to be exerting together with Miss O'Hare. None of the other teachers seemed aware of what was happening, yet when she was in the Head's Office they seemed to enjoy doing things in front of her to see if she would object. They would always ask her to stay now to discuss some trivial school issue and it got to the stage where Amy would undo Mr Gallagher's trousers and play with his penis directly in front of her. Amy would sometimes tease her and ask, "I bet your husband doesn't have as big a cock as our Headmaster, Mrs West, does he?" When she would blush and stutter "Oh Amy you shouldn't sat things like that," the Head Girl and the School Secretary would both laugh uproariously. After one Staff Meeting Shirley could see Amy and Miss O'Hare chatting and smiling. As the meeting broke up she heard Miss O'Hare say to the Head, "Tell Mrs West to stay behind." The Head looked startled but Amy interrupted. "If you do this for us, Mr Gallagher, then we'll do things for you." Mr Gallagher thought for a moment then said, "Mrs West, please stay behind as I have something to discuss with you." All the other staff had left and only the four of them were left. Shirley feared the worse. Amy suddenly lifted one foot up onto the table which meant her legs were wide open showing all of her panty gusset. Shirley thought this would cause an uproar but the only one who spoke was Amy as she laughed, "Come on Doris. I feel as wet as hell. Come and do your duty." Shirley was amazed. Miss O'Hare smiled and moved towards the 19 year old pupil and flicked her tongue out and licked Amy's face. At the same time she dropped her hand between the young girl's legs and massaged her crotch through her knickers. Being the only other female in the room Shirley tried to whisper protectively, "Miss O'Hare, the Headmaster can see you." Miss O'Hare laughed "We know he can, Mrs West. This is a show we put on especially for him." Shirley could see the Head's eyes glued between Amy's legs and his trousers straining to conceal his growing erection. He was in another world. Amy was enjoying being rubbed but was also aware of the consternation she was causing to Mrs West and giggled something to Miss O'Hare. The School Secretary smiled and nodded. Although she still had her hand between Amy Turner's legs, Miss O'Hare spoke quite reasonably to Shirley, "We are simply helping the Head to relax, Mrs West." Shirley wanted to leave but couldn't find the words nor any power in her legs. Miss O'Hare continued, "Amy thinks you should help us Mrs West." Shirley panicked "Help you?" "Yes, she wants you to masturbate as well." "But I am a teacher in the school, Miss O'Hare." Amy was panting but she snapped, "You are a teacher Mrs West, but you have just been told to masturbate to help our Head. Now get your knees up and stick your hand between your legs now or you and your husband are in really big trouble." Shirley felt frightened and intimidated. She felt sure that the young girl meant exactly what she said so she leaned back and tentatively opened her legs, displaying her silk knickers to her tormentors. As they looked on, she slowly started to move one finger over her crotch. She had no problems enjoying her body in private but in front of other people it felt very strange. Amy was panting but she again whispered to Miss O'Hare who continued to rub the young girl's pussy and passed on the instruction, "Pull your knickers to the side, Mrs West so we can watch you push your finger in." Shirley did as she was told. It felt very bizarre but she was incredibly wet and suddenly realised she was enjoying herself. She heard Amy speak gently to the Head, "Are you OK, Sir?" "Yes thank you, Amy." It was getting more bizarre by the minute as Amy told him, "Perhaps you would reward us with the sight of your cock and you could have a wank if you like." Shirley was in a daze as she masturbated and watched the Headmaster murmur his approval to the young girl, ease his penis out and stroke it as he viewed the proceedings. Amy whispered again to Miss O'Hare who smiled and said "Mrs West, Amy wants your tits out. Do it." Almost in a trance, Shirley did as she was told. She slowly unbuttoned her white blouse, unclipped her front-opening, lacy bra and realised that she was now in a terrible state. She had her breasts out, her skirt was around her waist and her panties were at the side while the others were watching her push her finger in and out of her pussy. She couldn't help herself; she was more wet than she had ever been. By now Mr Gallagher was moaning in excitement and so was Amy Turner. Miss O'Hare had her finger right up the young girl while she, in turn, was saying all sorts of loving endearing words to the School Secretary, endearing but so crude. "Oh Doris, you are gorgeous. I like it so much when you are up my cunt." Miss O'Hare was equally endearing and just as crude, "It's lovely for me too, Amy. I love opening your slit out and it's really exciting to watch Mrs West wanking for the Headmaster." Shirley West could feel herself cumming; she couldn't help it. The others were as well. They all came together, Mr Gallagher shooting his spunk all over his desk. Amy looked at him in dismay bur proceeded to remove her cunt from Miss O'Hare's fingers and licked up the Headmaster's cum so that there were no tell-tale signs. As the Head went off to his private bathroom Amy turned to Miss O'Hare saying, "I had better tell her." Miss O'Hare nodded. Amy spoke directly to Shirley "You will not be required to perform this service very often Mrs West but just remember when I send for you, you must come to the Headmaster's Office immediately." For some reason Shirley felt she couldn't object; she nodded her agreement. Miss O'Hare whispered to Amy, "I think now is the time to tell her about the parties." Amy nodded and again addressed Shirley, "From time to time, Mrs West, I will be taking you to a little party as a sort of entertainment." Shirley felt afraid, "What sort of parties?" Amy looked at her. "That is a fair question, Mrs West, as it is important that you know that you will be required to dress up for some of them." "Dress up?" "Yes, dress up, Mrs West. I think you will be good at dressing up. A secretary or a business woman, a housekeeper or a schoolgirl, perhaps." Shirley felt so downcast but she said, "A schoolgirl, Amy? But I am a 30 year old teacher." "Yes Mrs West. That makes it even nicer. We want you to be a good little girl. A number of people will be there. Some you will know. Some of the teachers in this school may attend and maybe some very close relatives of you and your husband." Shirley felt overwhelmed. "But I am not a little girl, Amy" "But you would be such a pretty little girl in your new clothes, Mrs West." "New clothes, what new clothes?" Amy was enjoying the conversation. "I am not really sure. How do you think our little girl should be dressed to go to a party, Doris?" Miss O'Hare smiled "Well if she is a little girl she should have a pretty little pink dress." Amy smiled in return. "There you are Mrs West; you will look lovely in a short pink dress." Shirley shook her head trying to take it all in. She caught onto the word 'short' and her heart sank "But if you make me wear a pink dress Amy, surely it will cover my knees?" Miss O'Hare intervened "Mrs West you are supposed to be a little girl. Little girls wear very, very short dresses. Right up to your bottom" Shirley gasped at the prospect. "Up to my bottom, but people will see my underwear." Miss O'Hare chuckled "Quite right Mrs West. We will have to be careful as your panties will be showing a lot." "My panties?" Amy laughed. "Yes, your panties, Mrs West. We should ask Miss O'Hare what underwear she will put you in." Doris O'Hare was enjoying the chat as much as Amy. She pretended to be serious as she said "We want you to look pretty Mrs West so I will have you in pretty little pink knickers." "Oh God! Pink knickers!" Later that month, as the staff Christmas part approached, Shirley and Julian received letters from Miss O'Hare, instructing them as to what they should wear to the party. Julian immediately thought it was some sort of fancy-dress and rushed off to see what he could find in Shirley's underwear drawer. His wife, however, knew that Amy was behind this and shuddered when she saw what they were both to wear. On the night of the party Julian insisted that he got ready privately, even though Shirley knew what he was going to wear. They had argued over his choices but he was adamant and so she decided he should face the consequences on his own; she had enough of her own to worry about. Miss O'Hare had delivered her outfit earlier and she knew that she was going to be humiliated even being seen in what had been provided. She took comfort in the fact that, since the rest of the staff were going to be there, at least there would be no "funny business". Wrapping her heaviest, longest coat around herself she called on Julian to hurry up just as he appeared at the top of the stairs. Shirley could not believe her eyes as there stood her husband in her lacy, black bra, her lacy, black knickers, her lacy, black suspender belt, her sheerest, black stockings and a pair of black stiletto's that he must have bought himself "What do you think?" he beamed with pride. "Julian, what do you think you are doing? You can't possibly go out like that." "Oh, don't be such a killjoy. It's fancy dress. Everyone will be dressed up." No matter how hard she tried, Shirley couldn't convince her husband to wear something else. Reluctantly, knowing they were going to be late, she handed him his coat and they left together. As soon as they reached the school hall, heard the loud music and opened the door, Shirley knew they had just made the biggest mistake of their lives. The rest of the staff were there but, as every head in the room turned to look at them, she immediately realised that they were the only pair in costume. Turning back to the door to make her escape she found her way barred by the large form of the Headmaster. "Well, Mr and Mrs West, I'm glad that you've decided to join us. The party wouldn't be the same without some entertainment. Let me take your coats." As Shirley tried to wrap her self deeper in the coat the Headmaster simply glared at her and they both very slowly and very reluctantly surrendered their protection. The hall immediately erupted as the women jeered at Julian and the men cheered for Shirley. The dress that Miss O'Hare had supplied was like Little Bo Peep's, all flouncy and petticoats but it was also about two sizes too short. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom barely covered her round arse cheeks. As promised, Miss O'Hare had supplied a frilly pair of pink knickers which were on full display for all to see. "Now, since both of you are late in arriving I think you should both be punished. Please go and stand by the chairs on the stage," ordered the Headmaster. Julian began to whimper but Shirley thought that they could only survive this night by presenting a united front so, taking him by the hand, she led him up to the stage as directed. Two wooden chairs were already in place and Shirley suddenly realised that this had all been planned. They had been deliberately told the wrong time for the party so that they were bound to arrive late and now they were faced with a drunken crowd of their own colleagues, along with several of the senior girls who were there to act as waitresses. Shirley and Julian stood by each chair and waited in trepidation as Mr Gallagher and Miss O'Hare strode purposefully towards them. They each sat down on one of the chairs and Shirley looked on in horror as Amy Turner appeared behind Julian, gave him a firm push and he landed across the School Secretary's lap. Before he could recover Miss O'Hare had grabbed his right arm and pulled it up his back to hold him in place. Shirley looked down at her whimpering husband and turned to run but she ran straight into the huge body of the School Janitor. Without a word, he effortlessly picked her up and deposited her over the lap of her own Headmaster, face to face with her worthless husband. The staff crowded round the stage as first Miss O'Hare tugged down Julian's lacy knickers then Mr Gallagher lifted Shirley's short dress and exposed her frilly, pink knickers. Shirley didn't know if she was more ashamed at the thought her colleagues were staring at her in this state or more scared of the impending spanking but, when the Headmaster tugged down her knickers too, she thought that she would die of embarrassment. That notion was soon dispelled however when Mr Gallagher's big hand landed on her exposed bottom just as Miss O'Hare's did the same to Julian. They both screamed in pain but, facing each other, Shirley saw something else in Julian's eyes. As the smacks rained down on their bums, Shirley could see that Julian was almost enjoying himself and his screams turned into moans of pleasure. The harder Miss O'Hare spanked his red bum, the harder Julian rubbed his tiny penis against her skirt and very soon Miss O'Hare threw him to the floor. "You miserable worm," she yelled at him. "You've cum on my skirt again. Get out of here before I find some other way to punish you." Julian pulled up his black knickers, tucking his withering prick inside them, and scurried away. No one noticed that, as all the attention now turned to his wife, he put on his coat and then joined the crowd at the back. Shirley was now in despair. Her worthless husband had abandoned her; she continued to be spanked and her male colleagues were now joining Mr Gallagher on the stage to get a good, close look at her spanked bottom and she knew they would be able to see her pussy lips between her thrashing legs and maybe even her bum hole. Her female colleagues, her so-called friends, stood below the stage cheering on their Headmaster. Suddenly the spanking stopped and silence descended on the crowd. "Mrs West, you have taken the first part of your punishment well but, since your husband has deserted you, I'm afraid we need you to continue to entertain us on your own." Shirley couldn't imagine the night getting any worse but when Mr Gallagher started to stroke her punished bottom and make his way down to her pussy then she realised what was going to happen. She tried to get away but Mr Gallagher held her in a firm grip. "Now, now, Mrs West. Your pussy is soaking wet so you know you want this and I know the men here all want you. Each member of staff is going to fuck your cunt as you lay over my lap and if you get too stretched them we can always use your arse." Shirley trembled in fear but had no time to think about what lay in store for her as she suddenly felt a cock stretching open her pussy and sliding in. She turned her head to see who would do this to her and once again saw Mr Hutchison, the janitor, still in his overalls. He simply grabbed a hold of her hips and plunged in. He wasn't wasting any time and he wasn't bothering with Shirley. She was just a cunt to fuck and that's what he was going to do. Harder and harder, faster and faster he fucked her until, without warning, his cock swelled deep within her and he shot his spunk into her womb. He pulled out to a large cheer from the staff below and the senior girls who had now joined them. Shirley's cunt was immediately filled again, this time by Mr Henderson from the French department. His cock seemed to slide in without resistance as Shirley's spunk-filled pussy got ready for another fucking. Mr Henderson seemed to enjoy the feeling of another man's cum around his cock and hammered Shirley's poor cunt with ever increasing vigour. In no time at all he came deep within her and Shirley looked round in despair to see the queue of men simply waiting to use her and to fuck her. Class Rules Ch. 04 One after another they simply moved into position, fucked her and left her gaping pussy filled with spunk. Shirley could do nothing but wriggle on top of her Headmaster's lap but as teacher after teacher fucked her she began to cum in time with them and by the time they were finished she was as floppy as a rag doll. Finally, Mr Gallagher stood up, throwing her on to the floor. She lay there for all her colleagues to see, her dress around her waist, her pussy wide open and dripping spunk and her poor bum still red from her vicious spanking. She was totally unable to resist as Miss O'Hare and the senior girls lifted her off the floor and lay her across the wooden chair. She didn't even respond when Miss O'Hare scooped some of the male teachers' cum from her cunt while Amy Turner pulled her arse cheeks wide. Only when the school secretary started to rub her spunk-covered fingers over Shirley's arse hole did she start to react. "No, no! Let me go! Let me go!" But she was too weak to struggle when Amy held her down on the chair and Miss O'Hare inserted one long finger up Shirley's dirtiest, virginal hole. "Please, please don't. Please!" she pleaded. Paying no attention to her cries, Miss O'Hare continued to finger fuck Shirley's tight arse. "I think she's ready for you now, Headmaster." Shirley looked round through her tear streamed eyes and saw her Headmaster, now naked, approach her with menace and lust in his eyes, his hard cock throbbing between his legs. "You can't expect Mr Gallagher to use the same hole as everyone else, Mrs West. Just relax and enjoy it," suggested Amy. Shirley tried to struggle some more and clenched her cheeks to protect her tight hole but Amy was now sitting on top of her and reached down to pull her cheeks apart. All the other teachers, both male and female, gathered round to watch their Headmaster fuck their youngest colleague up the arse. Shirley was aware that they could all see her hole between her outstretched cheeks and cried with even greater embarrassment. No one had ever seen there, not even Julian. She would never forgive him for abandoning her like this but she had more immediate worries as she suddenly felt the hard prick of her Headmaster press against her arse hole. She tried to scream again but Miss O'Hare stuffed her frilly pink knickers into her mouth and the Headmaster pushed into her at the other end. Shirley had never known pain like it as he very slowly filled her arse with one smooth push. When he could feel his balls hit her engorged pussy he rested a moment to savour her dirty hole wrapped around his cock. Shirley tried to scream again when he began to slowly move his hard cock in and out of her abused hole. He pushed deeper and deeper so that she thought her insides were going to explode from the unbearable pressure and pain in her belly. Tears streamed down her face as he pushed deeper again and he began to fuck her in earnest. Slowly Shirley felt the unbearable pressure give way to a sensation of being full which wasn't altogether unpleasant. He reached around her and stuffed his fingers deep into her pussy and the young teacher began to think she might even enjoy this. When she started to push back against him, forcing his cock even deeper, her Headmaster knew that she was now enjoying being fucked up the arse for the very first time. He removed his fingers from her pussy and fed them to her, allowing her to feast on the other teachers' spunk and her own juices. Shirley sucked on his fingers hungrily and moved her own hand down to her clit. The Headmaster no longer needed any restraints and pushed Amy Turner off his now willing victim. He pushed her further over the chair and hammered her arse. He grabbed her hair and pulled back her head. His cock pounded in and out of her no longer tight hole, harder and deeper with each thrust. Shirley knew she was about to cum again and, as another orgasm ripped through her body, she felt warm cum pour into her bowels for the very first time. Mr Gallagher pulled out of her almost immediately and his cum poured from her violated hole. Everyone stared in amazement and Shirley was too far gone to even try to hide herself. "Just a moment, Mr West," shouted the Headmaster to Julian who was now trying to sneak out the back door. "I think your wife's holes need some cleaning."