0 comments/ 15637 views/ 5 favorites The Girls of St Catherine’s Ch. 03 By: nightvoice2 ----------------- Wednesday, 29 May ----------------- The next morning, the sky was perfectly blue. It was as if it had been washed clean by the rain and then blow-dried by the wind of the previous night's storm. Small, ragged white clouds raced across the sky driven by a steady, mild southerly breeze. In contrast with the rest of the school, the canteen was a bright, modern open-plan area. Its white walls framed large doors that opened on to a large decking area, the light-coloured wood bleached by the sun. As they sat at one of the tables eating lunch, Sadie explained her plan. "It'll never work," Brianna said flatly, pausing between forkfuls of tuna salad. "Don't be so negative! Of course it'll work. Listen, it's all perfectly logical. One: we're all struggling with biology, yes?" Sadie explained, holding up her hands and counting off the points on her slim fingers. Emma and Brianna nodded warily as they forked salad into their mouths. "Two: Emma can borrow one of those new mini-HD cameras from her film and photography club." "I guess so," Emma replied suspiciously, shading her eyes as the sun suddenly burst through a gap in the clouds. "Three: we can get the key to Miss Hunter's room from Michael." "Hang on. I know you've got those pictures but are you sure Michael will play along?" Brianna interrupted. Sadie paused as she delved into her rucksack before holding up the key ring with a flourish. Two silver keys glinted in the bright sunlight. "I got them from him this morning," she said, smiling triumphantly. "Now we've got those pictures we can get him to do whatever we want." "Okay, so let me get this straight: you want us to break in and plant a camera?" Brianna said, shaking her head. "What if we get caught?" "It's not breaking in, silly! You have a key. And I checked: Miss Hunter is away at some kind of seminar this afternoon. And anyway, if anyone asks just tell them Miss Hunter sent you to get something before she left." "I don't know," Emma said. "Even if we manage to set up the camera what are you hoping to catch her doing? I mean, it would have to be something pretty embarrassing, something she'd really want to keep to herself." "Don't worry about that," Sadie said confidently. "My older sister was at St Catherine's a couple of years ago and I've heard a few stories about Miss Hunter. You leave that to me." --- They'd never been inside Miss Hunter's room before. The two girls looked nervously up and down the corridor before slipping inside and locking the door behind them. It felt strange and wrong to be there without Miss Hunter being present. It was a bright, airy room with colourful prints brightening the neutral magnolia walls. Emma recognised a Monet and a Degas; the teacher was obviously a fan of the French impressionists. A half-open door to the left of the sofa led to a tidy-looking bedroom with light magenta walls and beyond that, a small bathroom. "So where do we put this?" Brianna said, holding up the video camera. It was a black Sony handheld camcorder, about the size of a small, thick paperback. They stood just inside the door whilst they looked around. There was a large desk at the far end of the room, in front of the window. It was full of books and untidy stacks of papers. A closed laptop sat in the middle. On their left was a large, well-worn, olive green sofa. On their right, a series of large shelves filled with a jumble of boxes and books and framed photo's. "How about up there?" Emma suggested, nodding towards the top shelf. "It should have a view of the whole room." Brianna was slightly taller so she got on the chair to examine the shelf. On it were a number of large sturdy-looking, brown cardboard boxes with hand-sized oval slots cut in the sides to make carrying them easier. One of them was half-empty. "Wait, I've got an idea," she said, heaving the box from the shelf. They put the camera into the box then took some more of the papers out, reducing the level until the lens was level with the hand-hole and pointing downwards at the sofa. "Perfect!" Emma said, as she watched Brianna put the box back then checked her watch. "We'll start it now; it's got about eight hours recording time so we should be okay till about ten o'clock this evening." --- Annabel Hunter sighed and picked up another assignment from the pile on her desk. She'd been marking papers since she got back from her seminar. It had been an hour-and-a-half and the pile didn't seem to be getting any smaller. She picked up her red pen and started reading- "The phloem sieve tubes remove the products of photosynthesis." Tick. "The xylem cells are long tracheary elements that transport water and some nutrients." Tick. The girl's neat, precise handwriting reminded her of someone. Who was it? She sat back in her chair and thought for a moment. Of course, it was just like Claire's. The sudden image of Claire made her smile. She had been such a lively, cheerful character with her flaming red hair and mischievous grin. She'd been a student in Annabel's biology class and they'd had a much too brief affair. It had been such a happy time for her when she was still new to the school and the memories came flooding back. Claire catching her eye and cheekily winking at her in class. The taste of her strawberry lip-salve when they shared a dangerous, passionate kiss outside the gym. Claire naked in her bed, a thin sheet wrapped around her. Her bright auburn hair contrasting against the pure white pillow. This had all happened a couple of years ago. Although they'd both been very discrete about their relationship, somehow the headmaster had found out. Sooner or later the nosy old bastard seemed to find out about everything. He called her into his office one day and told her in no uncertain terms that it was improper and had to end. And even though she had argued that they were both adults (Claire had been nineteen and she was twenty-five at the time) involved in a grown-up, consensual relationship, she knew deep down that he was right. When she'd calmed down she realised that you simply couldn't have teachers sleeping with their students. So although it had been painful and difficult they'd ended it and a couple of months later the headmaster found another school for Claire and she was quietly moved on. Anyway, reminiscing about Claire wouldn't help with her marking. After she'd marked this paper she'd reward herself with a glass of wine, she decided. A nice, chilled glass of Sancerre. She hadn't got much further before she was interrupted by an unexpected knock at the door. "Come in," she shouted. She was surprised to see the tall, slender form of Sadie. Sadie was one of the more popular members of her class, the captain of the school hockey team and a bit of a leader generally. She was quite an average student and Annabel assumed she'd normally be able to get one of her friends to help her if she was struggling with her assignments. She'd had never been sure what to make of Sadie: with her ice-cool blue eyes and her manipulative behaviour, she wouldn't be surprised if she went on to have a career in politics. She struck Annabel as someone who understood what people wanted and how to exploit that. "What can I do for you Sadie?" she asked, smiling politely. "You're a first-aider, aren't you Miss?" Sadie said, closing the door behind her. It was true; the headmaster had volunteered her for the role assuming that her biology knowledge would somehow give her a head start. Still, she didn't mind too much; she got a day out at a first aid refresher course every term. "Yes, that's right. Is there something wrong?" "Well it's a bit embarrassing Miss," Sadie said, blushing prettily as she tucked an errant strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "You see, Mr Wicklow he, um, punished me the other night and my bottom's still quite sore." Annabel nodded sympathetically. She knew exactly what Sadie meant when she said "punish". The randy old pervert would have spanked her. She wasn't happy with his disciplinary techniques and had complained to the headmaster many times, but had always been ignored. She'd also confronted him directly but he'd always insisted that he only used it as a last resort. She suspected that he did it because he enjoyed it, the randy old goat. Indeed, there were plenty of rumours of him 'punishing' girls with more than just a spanking. She got up and grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf. It was a bright green box with a large white cross on the front. "Now then, let's see," she said, opening it and sorting through the brightly coloured tubes and packets. "Ah, how about this?" she said, holding up a thick white tube and peering at the label. "It says it's a general-purpose pain-relieving cream with lidocaine for mild burns and muscle aches." "Sounds good," Sadie said. She glanced up at the shelf where Brianna and Emma had said they'd planted the camera. Looking closely she thought she could just make out the light glinting off the lens through the hand-hole. From its position, she calculated it would have a great view of the large green sofa on the opposite side of the room. "Here you go then," Annabel said, offering Sadie the tube. "Apply it once a day and come back and see me if it isn't better after a week." "Oh! I thought you could apply it Miss. I mean, it's difficult for me to reach, don't you think it would be easier for you to do it?" "Oh, well. I guess so," Annabel said, surprised. "Okay. Well why don't you take off your underwear and lie on the couch and we'll take a look." "Thanks Miss," Sadie said, sitting on the couch and taking off her shoes and socks. Annabel pretended to read the tube's label but couldn't help watching as Sadie stood up, reached under her skirt and wriggled her hips. Annabel felt her breath catch in her throat as Sadie slid a pair of cotton panties down over her long, slim legs, casually throwing the little tangle of white onto an empty chair. Annabel hadn't had a half-naked girl in her room since she split up with Claire. She watched with a mixture of indecent excitement and nervousness as Sadie lay on the couch, face down and tugged her skirt up to reveal her rose-coloured buttocks. She was very wary of having Sadie here. What if someone turned up at her door? But on the other hand, Sadie had pretty much insisted on her applying the cream. Surely she was just doing her duty as a first-aider? Annabel placed a cushion on the floor beside the couch. Kneeling down, she squeezed some of the silky white cream onto her fingers and spread it over her palms. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out and slid her hands over the girl's smooth buttocks. Now she was closer she could see the fiery red circles etched on the girl's buttocks. That sadist Wicklow really must have spanked her hard! She concentrated on the most sore-looking areas to start with. The cream was quite light, like a moisturiser and was quickly absorbed into the girl's taut, young skin. "How does that feel?" she asked as her hands described lazy circles. "It feels really good, nice and cool, thanks Miss," Sadie replied. Her buttocks had felt sore and aching since the spanking, a constant ache at the back of her mind. But Miss Hunter's cool, soothing hands were working wonders. Wicklow had been so forceful, his rough hands spreading her buttocks and impatiently stroking her hot lips. His thick, masculine fingers eager to explore her nakedness. Miss Hunter's touch was much more feminine and light. Her soft fingers skated over Sadie's slick skin, spreading the deliciously cold cream over her tender bottom. Sadie closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as she savoured the unexpected pleasure. Annabel paused and squeezed more of the cream onto her hands. As she regarded the girl's glistening derriere, an Oscar Wilde quote popped into her head: "I can resist anything except temptation." "I need to see where else you're sore, so lift your hips I'm going to place a cushion under you," she instructed. Sadie lazily changed position, lifting her hips and supporting her weight on her elbows as Annabel slipped a plump cushion beneath her thighs. Annabel felt a little flutter of excitement in the pit of her stomach. With her bottom raised, and her legs spread a little Annabel had a great view of the girl's neat pussy lips. At first, she'd just rubbed the lotion onto Sadie's skin but now she couldn't resist massaging the girl's bottom. Squeezing and kneading the firm, springy flesh. She couldn't resist spreading her cheeks and sliding her fingers between her thighs, 'accidentally' letting them brush against the girl's labia. "Oh!" Sadie exclaimed as she felt the woman's fingers probing deeper. "Is it feeling any better?" Annabel inquired. "Oh yes," Sadie sighed. "Much better, Miss." Sadie closed her eyes and relaxed, quickly losing track of time as she concentrated solely on Miss Hunter's soft, probing fingers. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian and so had assumed that she'd need to do some acting to get the video she wanted. But Miss Hunter's experienced touch and searching fingers were causing delicious tingles to run up and down her spine. Her hips started to gently rock back and forth; she simply couldn't help it. She inched her knees apart, wantonly spreading her legs, inviting the teacher to explore further. "You look a little sore here," Annabel said, as her fingers traced lazy circles on the inside of Sadie's thighs, edging closer to the girl's pussy. "Perhaps you need some cream here as well." "Ooh yes, definitely Miss," Sadie agreed happily, her young body squirming in pleasure as Annabel's well-practised fingers stroked the tender skin of her inner thighs. "Poor girl, you feel awfully red and swollen here," Annabel said as slid an oily finger between the girl's firm buttocks and along her moistening lips. "Oh yes, Miss," Sadie agreed, loving the delicious sensations and feeling her juices oozing from her pussy. "It does feel very swollen there." Annabel knew she really shouldn't be doing this but simply couldn't resist. After all, the girl had come to her room and undressed without any encouragement from her. It was hardly her fault that Sadie was enjoying it more than was decent. And she certainly was enjoying it: moaning happily, her hips gently undulating as Annabel ran a finger along the length of the girl's juicy lips. Up and down, up and down she stroked as Sadie groaned encouragingly and spread her knees wide apart. "Feeling better yet?" Annabel said, as she pressed more firmly, exploring the slick, glistening folds between the girl's thighs. "Mmm, yes, yes," Sadie panted, her breathing laboured now. "Keep going Miss, it feels really good, so good." The girl's desperate little sighs of pleasure were music to Annabel's ears as she spread the silky mixture of the cream and the girl's juices over her inflamed pussy. She could smell the deliciously familiar aroma of the girl's arousal. It excited her. "Mmm, yes, yes," the girl moaned helplessly as Annabel caressed the full length of her aching pussy. She explored the tight little anus making her gasp then spread the girl's lips and stroked the delicate pink folds. She felt Sadie's young body shudder when she found the hard little nub of her clit. The slightest touch caused the girl to shake and groan. "Oh yes, you're very, very swollen here," Annabel whispered, her lips suddenly next to Sadie's ear as she turned her hand palm upward and slid two long, slender fingers into the girl's tight little pussy causing her to groan and arch her back with the sudden rush of pleasure. She started to use two hands as the girl's moans became louder. The girl's desperate little sobs of pleasure reminded her of Claire. She slid a finger in and out of the girl's velvety pussy as she expertly teased the girl's clitoris, spreading the pink folds with two fingers whilst a third gently stroked the inflamed nub. She knew it was wrong but surely it would be cruel to stop now when the girl was so close to release, wouldn't it? "Oh yes Miss, yes," Sadie cried ecstatically as she felt Annabel's fingers plunging in and out of the hot, wet depths whilst her other hand reached underneath her gyrating hips and teased her clit with her soft, oily fingertips. "Yes, yes, don't stop, please don't stop," Sadie pleaded, her hot breath rasping in her throat as Annabel's tormenting fingers brought to the very edge of climax, her thigh muscles burning, her chest heaving. "That's it, cum for me Sadie," she insisted, two fingers plunging deep into girl's soaking wet pussy right up to her knuckles, frigging her harder and harder, faster and faster as the girl squealed and shook and shuddered. "Please! Please, don't stop!" Sadie begged, as her young, innocent flesh was overwhelmed with the sensations. Her whole body was rigid now, her breath caught in her chest as she felt the crisis approach. "Yes, yes, yes!" the blonde wailed as she came, her tight pussy squeezing Annabel's fingers convulsively as her whole body shook as a spectacular orgasm ripped through her young body. Annabel wrapped an arm around her stomach and held her until the convulsions had passed, slowly extracting her wet fingers and licking them clean of the girl's sweet juices as Sadie gradually regained her breath. Finally, Sadie rolled over and rewarded Annabel with a contented smile. She looked so cute lying there. The upper half of her body was still clad in her neat white uniform blouse, but her skirt was rucked up around her stomach exposing her naked, glistening thighs with a narrow triangle of sparse, neatly trimmed golden hair. Annabel couldn't resist leaning over her and planting a passionate kiss on her warm, inviting lips. They stayed like that for a while, their warm lips exploring each other. "That was lovely, thank-you Miss," Sadie said, when their lips parted. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," Annabel chuckled, standing up and unbuttoning her blouse. "But the evening's not over yet. I've also got some intimate swelling that needs some urgent attention." The camera's dispassionate eye watched as the biology teacher took the girl's slim wrist and led her into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them. ---------------- Thursday, 30 May ---------------- It just wasn't normal for England. The pleasantly warm sunny days of April had turned into a full-blown heat wave by the end of May. David took his jacket off and hung it over the back of his chair as he explained the subtle delights of Boolean algebra to the girls. The old school rooms didn't have the benefit of modern air conditioning and although they'd opened all of the windows, there was very little breeze and the air in the classroom remained almost unbearably warm and humid. David could feel his pale blue shirt clinging to the damp skin of his back as he struggled to retain the girls' interest, competing with the loud drone of a lawnmower coming and going outside. It was so warm that the uniform policy had been relaxed, allowing the girls to dispense with their usual white knee socks and ties, and unfasten the top few buttons of their white blouses. The surprisingly warm weather and the amount of teenage flesh on show was making it even harder for David to concentrate. As he talked, movement to his right caught his attention; it was Brianna fanning herself with her notepad. He couldn't help watching out of the corner of his eye as she unfastened another button on her blouse. She was one of his favourites; such a clever girl, he could always rely on her for an intelligent question. Good looking too, with her gingerbread hair and strawberry lips. Beauty as well as brains. She looked particularly appealing today. David couldn't help staring at the soft, inviting curves of her cleavage as he talked. The top three or four buttons of her blouse were unfastened as Brianna leant forward to make some notes he had an excellent view of her boobs straining against her white brassiere. Was she a natural redhead? He was momentarily shocked by his thoughts. He was only flesh and blood though, and only a few years older than her so it was only natural he reasoned. He bet she'd look terrific naked though, with plenty of soft, feminine curves. As he talked, he became slowly aware of some of the girls giggling. The Girls of St Catherine’s Ch. 03 Sadie had been watching Mr Lean intently although it wasn't Boolean algebra that was holding her attention. She leaned over towards Brianna and whispered in her ear: "Look at the bulge in trousers. I bet he's hung like a mule!" Brianna couldn't help but giggle loudly as her eyes were irresistibly drawn to Mr Lean's thighs. David noticed Sadie leaning over and whispering in Brianna's ear as she pointed in his direction. They both collapsed in a fit of giggles, their hands covering their mouths. The giggling quickly spread around the class and looking down he saw the source of their amusement. All those inappropriate thoughts about Brianna's nakedness had caused nature to take its course and now a very obvious bulge had formed where his cock strained against his light grey trousers, distorting the smart creases. He felt a hot flush of embarrassment as he quickly sat down behind the sanctuary of his desk. Brianna couldn't help herself. "Is that a ruler in your pocket or are you just pleased to see us Sir?" she asked cheekily. The whole room roared with laughter as his cheeks turned bright red. "Right Brianna, my room, seven o'clock," he shouted angrily. "Now everybody, open your textbooks and complete exercises three to five. And no more talking or I'll put you all in detention!" --- After class, Sadie chased after Brianna in the corridor. "Hey! This is a great opportunity to get Mr Lean on film, just like Miss Hunter," she insisted. "Gosh I don't know, Sadie. Is that a good idea? What if we get caught?" Brianna replied doubtfully. "That's what you said the last time," Sadie said, rolling her eyes. "Listen, I'm not sure anything's going to happen anyway." "Well if nothing happens we're no worse off. But what if it does? I'm sure you could use your feminine charms on him. You know he fancies you. We'd be fools to miss the chance," Sadie insisted. "Listen I'm off to find Michael and get the keys to Mr Lean's room before our next class." And before Brianna could stop her, she skipped off down the corridor. --- David paced up and down. He looked at the clock again. It was 6:48, which meant it had been exactly two minutes since he'd last looked. It had sounded very impressive when he'd ordered Brianna to his room, the kind of thing that Wicklow would say but now he was wondering exactly what he'd do when she got there. He knew what Wicklow would do if a girl had been rude to him. They'd quickly got into the habit of going to the local pub together on Mondays and Wicklow was always very clear and forthcoming in his views. "Give 'em a good thrashing," he had always insisted when David asked for advice. "It's the only language some of these girls understand!" David had never given anyone a thrashing. It just wasn't his thing. He'd always been able to control his students by reasoning with them or giving them a good telling off, if that didn't work. How did one go about spanking someone anyway? Did you use a cane? Or just your hand? Could he physically hit a girl just because she'd been cheeky to him? It all seemed so Victorian. No, he decided. He just wasn't the kind of stern disciplinarian that he'd pretended to be to the headmaster. Surely he'd be able to make Brianna see reason without resorting to physical punishment. He leant back in his chair and looked at the clock again then let his eyes drift around his room as he waited for the minutes to pass. "That's odd," he thought. "I don't remember putting that large cardboard storage box on the top of the shelves. I wonder if the cleaning lady has been moving things around." But before he had time to pursue that thought there was a knock at the door. Brianna looked suitably penitent, standing in front of his desk, hands clasped behind her back as he explained exactly how improper he'd found her behaviour. She also looked very cute in her black designer glasses and her penny-coloured, wavy hair held back from her forehead with an olive green Alice band. "Now then Brianna why don't you remind me what you said?" he asked. "Umm, is that a ruler in your pocket or are you just pleased to see us?" she mumbled, blushing furiously. "Yes, well, I hardly need explain just how inappropriate that is, do I?" "No Sir. Sorry Sir," she replied. "You're one of my better students, Brianna. Don't ruin everything by being the class clown. It gets you nowhere in the long run." "No Sir, it won't happen again," she said. "OK, well then. I'm sure you've got homework to do so as you've apologised I won't take it any further this time." "Oh!" Brianna exclaimed. "I mean, aren't you going to punish me? I mean, Mr Wicklow..." "Well I'm not Mr Wicklow. And as this is your first offence, just be grateful that I'm letting you off with a warning." Brianna's mind raced. Sadie had gone through a lot of trouble to set up the video camera and she wouldn't be happy unless they caught Mr Lean doing something he shouldn't. She had to talk him into something more than just a telling off. "Sir, I don't want to talk out of turn but you're new and perhaps you don't understand how important discipline is here." "What do you mean?" "Well, it's just you're beginning to get a reputation as being a bit soft Sir. In fact, I heard some of the girls refer to you as Mr Lenient the other day," Brianna improvised. "Mr Lenient, eh?" he said, feeling wounded. "I mean I'd never use that nickname myself Sir but..." she said, letting the sentence hang in the air between them. "So what are you saying? I ought to punish you just to keep up appearances?" Brianna shrugged in a non-committal manner. David leant back in his chair and thought for a few seconds. It was certainly true that Wicklow was widely feared and respected and he had said in his interview how keen on discipline he was. Perhaps he should punish Brianna in some way. After all, when in Rome.... "Maybe you're right. I tell you what: you can either do a detention on Friday or take six of the best now." Brianna pretended to think about it but of course, it was an easy decision. "Six of the best please Sir," she said, unable to stop herself glancing up at the box where Sadie and Emma had said they had hidden the camera. It was clear he wasn't sure what to do so Brianna suggested he sit on the couch (which was conveniently situated opposite the hidden camera) and she'd drape herself across his lap. The whole situation felt very strange to David. He watched as she slipped off her shoes then knelt beside him. He couldn't help feeling it just felt wrong to have this curvy, attractive teenage girl drape herself across his lap. Still, he thought, a few quick swats on her backside and it would all be over and he could get back to his lesson plan. It was another warm evening and David felt himself becoming even warmer as Brianna wriggled back and forth till she was comfortable then reached back and started sliding her skirt up over her thighs. "What are you doing, girl?" he said. Brianna twisted her head to face him, sweeping her copper curls away from her face. "Lifting my skirt Sir," she explained, still improvising. "At St Cat's it's not considered a proper spanking if it's over the skirt." "Oh! I see," he replied, feeling the first stirrings of arousal as he watched her slide her skirt up revealing tight white panties stretched taut across her plump, young buttocks. How hard should he spank her? David drew his hand back and gave her bottom a firm but not too hard swat. "Oh! One!" the girl gasped as his hand connected with the tender skin and he had to stop himself asking if he'd hit her too hard. He spanked her again and then again feeling her wriggle. He couldn't help enjoying the sight of her well-rounded derriere jiggling beneath the thin white cotton. "Four! Ow! Five!" the girl counted obediently as she felt David's hand sting her bottom. The thin cotton of her knickers didn't provide much protection. As he spanked her, Brianna's glasses kept slipping down over her nose. She pushed them back up as she considered her next move. The spanking was all very well, but so far Mr Lean hadn't done anything outside of school rules. Brianna was still wondering how she could get him to do something more inappropriate, more sexual. She still needed something with which they could blackmail him. "There!" David said, a note of triumph in his voice as he delivered the sixth blow. "I hope you've learned your lesson Brianna." "Yes Sir. Aren't you going to give me the last six Sir?" "Last six?" "Yes Sir," Brianna explained. "Mr Wicklow always spanks you six times over your knickers then gives you the final six without." "Yes, the last six, of course" he said, as if he'd simply forgotten. In truth, he'd started to enjoy himself and had felt a sense of anticlimax. He relished the chance to finish the job properly. Brianna lifted her hips accommodatingly as he grasped the waistband of her panties and eased them over her hot pink buttocks, sliding them over the smooth pale skin of her thighs until they were bunched around her knees, merging with her white knee socks. David felt the girl change position, the weight of her body pressing and rubbing against his thighs and causing delicious yet forbidden sensations. He felt his cock to begin to swell at the sight of her bare bottom. He could see the prominent dark pink lips of her pussy in the shadowy cleft between her buttocks as her legs parted a little. He continued to spank her, getting into a rhythm now, his firm hand making a satisfying sound when it connected with the puppy fat of her bare buttocks, the soft flesh undulating. "Ow! Ouch!" Brianna gasped, her lithe body jerking and convulsing as she felt his hand sting her naked skin. Without her knickers, her bare pussy rubbed against the hard muscle of his thighs causing luscious feelings to spread between her legs. She felt herself growing hotter and hotter as she fidgeted and squirmed in his lap, feeling her clit swell as it rubbed against him and the increasing hardness of his cock pressing against her hot thighs. She held her breath as he paused after delivering the sixth slap. "Have you finished Sir?" she asked as she started to get up. "Not so fast girl," he replied, placing a firm hand on her neck and pressing her back down. "It's for me to decide when you've had enough." Her cute buttocks looked so perfectly round and smooth. He gave her another hard slap then couldn't resist running a hand over the naked flesh. "What are you doing Sir?" she asked innocently, feeling a warm flush of desire as she felt him slide a hand between her throbbing, hot pink buttocks. "Please, what are you doing?" she repeated. He ignored her, unable to resist the temptation of her invitingly warm, moist pussy lips. "What are you doing? Oh Sir!" Brianna murmured as she felt his fingers gently stroking the inside of her thighs. She trembled with hot, sudden anticipation as his fingers quickly found her juicy centre. David knew he really shouldn't be doing this with one of his students but he just couldn't help himself. After all he was only human and she was the one who insisted on being spanked on the bare buttocks. With his free hand, he quickly slipped her panties down over her legs, impatiently tugging them over her ankles then tossing them aside. "Sir, I don't think you should be doing this," Brianna complained, loudly enough for the camera's inbuilt microphone to pick up. David ignored her, easing her thighs apart and gently caressing the slick outer lips. He slid his hand beneath her, his fingers pressing against her pussy, slowly massaging the sensitive flesh as she squirmed and moaned. He could feel the warm honey spilling from her most intimate place. He dipped a finger into her vagina and painted the wetness along the length of her slit. "Oh Sir!" Brianna gasped as she felt his experienced fingers exploring her inner thighs, exciting tingles of anticipation spreading through her body. He knew he really shouldn't but the sound and feel of her lithe young body was driving him crazy. He could smell the warm, unmistakeable scent of her desire. He grabbed her hips and rolled her over so that she was face up. He knelt on the floor and eased her legs wide apart. She looked irresistibly cute lying back on his couch, her skirt hitched up around her waist exposing the pale milky flesh of her thighs with its thin little triangular tuft of red hair, hovering like a little orange flame over her sweet pussy. Embarrassed, she started to tug the skirt down to hide her nakedness but he stopped her, grabbing her wrists and pushing them above her head with a stern look. He slid his hands over her cheeks and removed her glasses. "Oh!" she said simply as she felt his strong hands pushing her knees apart and his lips planted a line of greedy kisses along the inside of her legs. David's last girlfriend had been a student teacher, just like him. She was older, quite a dominant character and firmly believed that ladies should always cum first. "Make me cum first, then you can have me any way you want me" she used to say. She was always true to her word and as a result he'd become a willing student in the art of cunnilingus. He slowly licked and nibbled his way along her hot thighs, enjoying the sound of her surprised little moans. Brianna's skin tingled with expectation as his warm lips inched towards the centre of her desire. Surely he wasn't going to kiss her between her legs! Nobody had ever kissed her down there before. The thought of one of her teachers kissing her there felt so wrong and yet she couldn't deny the sweet, sensual pleasure he was causing. Her nerve endings fired wildly as his tongue danced over her tender flesh. David could smell the heady scent of her excitement as he slowly ran the tip of his tongue along her puffy lips. He gently sucked and nibbled at her pussy as she squirmed excitedly and spread her legs wider. Using his fingers, he spread the moist folds of her labia, and then patiently licked the glistening pink inner lips. Up and down, up and down, his tongue lapped as she squirmed and writhed, running one hand through her hair whilst the other squeezed her boobs through her blouse. "God, you're so hot Brianna," he gasped, pausing briefly to surface for air. Brianna couldn't remember anyone describing her as 'hot' before. Occasionally, her boyfriend called her 'pretty' or 'beautiful', but never 'hot'. "Oh! Please, please!" Brianna mewed breathlessly, no longer sure if she was pleading with him to stop or carry on. She was loving the sensation of his experienced fingers and wicked tongue. She ran her hands through her ruby curls and arched her back as the heavenly feelings surged through her. She was so wet now; she could feel the warm juices spilling from her uncontrollably. Just when she didn't think it could get any better she felt him slide a thick finger between her quivering thighs, and circled the entrance to her tight, wet vagina. She watched with growing excitement as he slid a finger into his mouth, then withdrew it, glistening with saliva. "Oh Sir!" she cried as she felt him slide a long finger inside the inviting warmth of her vagina. She shivered, mewing with pleasure as he slowly slid his finger in and out and his devilish tongue teased her moist lips. He eagerly lapped at the sweet juices that flowed from her moist cleft. With his free hand, he tugged roughly at her blouse, the buttons straining. She helped him, unfastening the blouse and pulling at her brassiere until her plump, shapely boobs spilled out. She groaned as he ran his hands over her nakedness, quickly finding her nipples. She had large, stubby pink nipples that were already as hard as bullets. At first, it had felt like they were moving in slow motion as David patiently stimulated her semi-naked young body. Now things began to move faster and faster. Her cries grew more desperate as her body craved more and more stimulation. She felt another wave of hot anticipation as she watched him turn his hand palm up and slowly slide two well-lubricated fingers deep into her right up to his knuckles. With his fingers filling her aching pussy, he ran his thumb over the hard little nub of her clit. She watched intensely as he delicately eased her clitoral hood aside and gently stimulated her super-sensitive clit with the very tip of his tongue. As his sinful tongue flicked over her swollen clit unleashing little bursts of pure pleasure, she ran her hands over her boobs, rolling her hard, little nipples between her fingers. "Don't stop, don't stop!" she implored, as he thrust his fingers into her velvety depths and tormented her aching clit as she screamed and panted and begged. Her head was tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth half-open, a look of intense concentration on her face as she surfed the waves of pleasure. Her fingers clutched at the soft material of the couch. "Please, please!" she begged desperately, her chest heaving as her breath came in great sobbing gasps. All her self-restraint had evaporated now and her fingers clutched at his short, brown hair drawing his sweet tongue deeper between her wanton thighs. He began to move his fingers faster and deeper, and flick his eager tongue over her clit more quickly. Her innocent young body had been smouldering for some time but now it was on fire, demanding the delicious release of orgasm. The closer she got to orgasm the more she writhed and bucked beneath him, her hips gyrating and arching up off the couch. David felt like he was riding a bucking bronco, clutching her firm young buttocks as he struggled to keep his tongue against her wetness. "Please don't stop, don't stop!" she begged him as she felt her climax approaching fast and hard, like a freight train. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried as he thrust two fingers in and out of her hungry pussy until with a high-pitched shriek of pure pleasure she came, the climax suddenly overwhelming her, her young body thrashing and trembling with leaving her feeling spent but completely satisfied waves of ecstasy that seemed to last for minutes. She lay with her eyes closed enjoying the deeply contented feeling that follows an earth-shattering orgasm until her breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes as she returned to earth and watched as David undressed. His face was smeared with her juices. She caught her breath as he slid his shorts down over his stocky thighs, revealing an impressively big cock. It was thick and hard with a slight upward curve like a large banana. It swayed gently between his powerful-looking thighs as he eased her knees apart and positioned himself between her legs. "Now I'm going to fuck you Brianna," he said. "No Sir! We musn't!" she whimpered, still thinking about the video camera as her hands pushed weakly against his chest. David barely heard her as he leaned forward and kissed her neck. She groaned as she felt his warm lips caress the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Up close, he could see the fine spray of freckles on her forehead and around her nose. He felt her wrap her arms around his neck as he eased his hips forward, slowly sliding his hardness along her soft, wet lips. "No, please! Slowly! Oh God!" she groaned, half in excitement, half in alarm as she watched him grasp his thick cock in his fist and press the bulbous head against her wet, swollen vagina. He was much bigger than her boyfriend and she cried out as he pushed gently but firmly, and the thick, swollen head disappeared between her tight, hungry lips. He fucked her slowly, almost tenderly. Her pussy was still juicy from her orgasm and he was able to gradual ease himself a little deeper into her with each thrust, enjoying her surprised little gasps of lust. Brianna craned her head, watching closely as the tip of his rock hard dick slipped in and out of her, her juices clinging to its veiny surface. The Girls of St Catherine’s Ch. 03 David took his time, wanting to make it last. He leant forward, kissing the soft curves of her generous breasts. The breasts that he'd fantasized about so often in class. But he knew he wouldn't last long as her deliciously tight little pussy squeezed his cock, both of them moaning with a heady mix of pleasure tinged with pain. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her heels bumping against his buttocks as he thrust into her clasping pussy. "Oh God, it's so good, you're so good," he moaned urgently, pushing ever deeper, ever faster. Brianna wasn't a virgin; she had a long term boyfriend, Tom, who she'd slept with many times but this felt very different. Tom usually came shortly after penetration, apologising breathlessly and leaving her feeling deeply unsatisfied. This was very different. Mr Lean fucked her urgently, passionately as if she belonged to him. Like her body's only purpose was to please him. She felt like she was being fucked by a man rather than being fooling around with a boy. And not just any man: she was being fucked by her maths teacher. It was so wrong and the thought of it aroused her deeply. "Yes, yes, please," she groaned, loving the feel of his weight between her legs and loving the delicious friction as their bodies writhed together. "That's it, that's it!" "You're so tight," he grunted, loving the feel of her hungry young pussy clutching his aching cock. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me deeper!" she squealed, her sharp nails clawing at his back, leaving four parallel red lines etched on his moist flesh. The feel of her scarlet nails raking his tender flesh spurred him on, his powerful thighs driving his prick deeper into her, his balls slapping against her buttocks, their bodies slick with perspiration as they slick bodies slid against each other. The sound of her sweet voice imploring him to fuck her made him thrust harder, pounding into her, the salty sweat collecting on his forehead and stinging his eyes. "Uh, uh uh!" she panted lustily. She had no control over the animal-like noises she was making now, the breath seemed to be pushed out of her as his cock plunged deep inside her. "Oh God, I'm nearly there," he moaned helplessly as he felt her sharp little teeth sink into his shoulder. He'd wanted to take his time and savour her gorgeous young body but it felt so good, and he began to lose control, slamming into her faster and faster. Their thighs slapped together as he thrust into her forcefully. He felt his muscles burning, his heart pounding against his chest as her desperate sobs of pleasure grew louder and louder spurring him on. "Yes, yes! Don't stop, fuck me! Please fuck me Sir!" she cried helplessly, clinging to his powerful body. With a final flurry of short, sharp thrusts he was there, a bright white light exploding behind his eyelids as with a final thrust deep into her he came with a roar of pure pleasure. Beneath him, Brianna squealed, experiencing her own mini orgasm as she felt his balls contracting and his molten semen flooding her pussy. As they lay entwined and naked, slowly regaining their breath, Brianna looked up towards where the camera was hidden on the top shelf with a strange mixture of excitement and guilt. The Girls of St Catherine’s Ch. 04 A Simple Plan (2) -------------- Friday, 31 May -------------- "You know Emma," Sadie said as they sat together at breakfast. "Brianna and I have been talking about our next move. We think it must be your turn now." "My turn? What do you mean?" Emma said innocently, although she knew perfectly well what Sadie was getting at. "Well I got some good film of Miss Hunter, and Brianna got some very compromising video of Mr Lean, so we were wondering when you're going to contribute." "You know it would be great if we get something on Wicklow to complete the set," Brianna added. "Yes, but I only said I'd help out with the camcorder," Emma said, spooning some cereal into her mouth. "I wasn't planning on getting that involved." "Come on Emma," Sadie said, leaning forward. "You know we all need at least three A's to get onto our preferred university courses. We've got two in the bag we just need one more." "I'm not sure, let me think about it," Emma replied. Sadie put her fork down and leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table. "Perhaps I've not explained properly," she said, a threatening edge to her voice. "Let me put it this way..." --- Wicklow loved this time of the academic year. For the students a certain percentage of the marks contributing towards their final result came from coursework. Inevitably, some of the lazier or less bright girls were struggling with their grade average, and as they neared the end of term they'd come to him for help. Having said that, Emma was doing rather well and he was surprised to find her in his study at this time of night. His swivel chair creaked loudly as he leant back and looked her up and down. "So how exactly can I help you, Emma?" he enquired. Emma felt quite nervous; she was a long way outside her comfort zone. It had taken Brianna and Sadie quite a long time to convince her that she needed to do this. However, in the end she'd accepted that, as the third member of the 'gang' it really was her turn to get some compromising video. She just had to make sure that she made it look like it was a predatory older teacher taking advantage of an innocent schoolgirl. "Well I've been struggling with my grades a little and some of the other girls told me that you could help," she said, shuffling her feet nervously, her clammy hands clamped behind her back. "Help you out? How exactly?" "Well I hear that you've been willing to re-mark some of the other girls' assignments." "Well that's true. I sometimes do that if a girl persuades me that I've got it wrong." "Yes Sir. So what would I have to do to persuade you to take another look at my last few papers?" she asked innocently. Wicklow smiled as he ran his fingers over his moustache, stroking the wiry salt-and-pepper hair thoughtfully. She was such a pretty thing. Slim and petite with a small gap between her front teeth and fair hair cut so that it slanted across her forehead, hiding one of her hazel eyes. He felt his cock stir as he considered the possibilities. There was one thing he'd always wanted to try. Emma watched as he unfastened his tie. He slowly pulled it free, the silky material sliding through his starched white collar. "Why don't you come a little closer, girl?" he said, holding out his hand. -------------- Sunday, 2 June -------------- "What on earth is he doing?" Sadie asked. "He's tying my hands behind my back with his tie," Emma explained, unconsciously rubbing the faint red marks on her wrists. It was Sunday afternoon and they were sitting on Brianna's bed, reviewing the video they'd recorded during the last week on Sadie's laptop. "He tied your hands behind your back?" Sadie exclaimed. The camera they'd used was virtually brand new and they were all impressed with the sound and picture quality. They watched in tense silence as Wicklow spun Emma around then wrapped his grey and green striped tie tightly around her wrists, securing them behind her back. "Now then girl, if you want me to help you out you'll get on your knees," they heard him say as he spun her back around so that she faced him. "Dirty old bastard," Sadie muttered darkly as she watched Emma awkwardly kneeling in front of him, nearly losing her balance without the use of her arms. "Do we have to watch all of this?" Emma asked, blushing furiously at the pornographic images. "Well we have to make sure We've got enough to blackmail him," Brianna replied. "Let's watch a little more." They watched Wicklow unzip his flies and reach inside his pants. There was a collective gasp as he awkwardly withdrew his already stiff, swollen cock. "Oh my God!" gasped Brianna. "Is he going to..? I mean he's not going to make you...?" Emma nodded silently, her cheeks burning red as they watched Wicklow's smile widen as he ran his hand over Emma's fair hair and drew her head towards his throbbing prick. "Oh!" Sadie said as they watched her take him in her mouth, her soft, full lips moulding around his hard cock. Emma shifted uncomfortably on the bed as her two friends watched the lewd scene unfold on the laptop. "Um, so Michael got the exam papers?" she asked, trying to distract them. Sadie nodded dumbly, unable to take her eyes off the explicit images on the screen. "Yes, he wasn't keen but I told him that if he helped us out with this one final thing I'd delete the photo's of him." "Oh, so you're going to delete the photo's?" Emma asked. "Well, I haven't decided yet, maybe I'll need another favour from him," Sadie said, looking up and flashing her a wicked smile. Their attention was drawn back to screen as Wicklow started to moan, his hips undulating gently as Emma swirled her pointed little tongue around the swollen head of his prick. "Yes, Michael was worried about getting caught but it turned out to be quite easy in the end. They needed him to help carry the boxes of exam papers up to the secure room behind the headmaster's office. He just had to wait until he was on his own before slipping a few copies under his shirt." "So we're all set then?" Emma said, still trying to distract her friends from the laptop. On its screen, Wicklow let out a long, satisfied growl of pleasure as he gently tugged Emma's hair and eased his swollen shaft a little deeper between the tight 'O' formed by Emma's moist, pink lips. "Yes, we've got the exam papers, the memory sticks and we've written the blackmail letters. And most importantly, We've got some very compromising video," Sadie said, nodding towards the screen where an increasingly red-faced and breathless Wicklow was obviously loving the feel of Emma's rosebud lips. "Great!" Emma said, reaching out and pausing the video. "Well let's check one of the other videos now shall we?" -------------- Monday, 3 June -------------- Annabel Hunter threw her books onto the desk and collapsed onto her couch, slipping off her fashionable but uncomfortable heels. It had been such an exhausting day. She'd finished off the last of the material on the curriculum with her classes and now she was devoting the classroom time to revision, ahead of the exams in a few weeks. Still, on the bright side there were only four days to go before she could start her summer holiday. She'd been sitting with her bare feet up on the coffee table for a while before she noticed the brown envelope. It was on the floor just inside her door, its light brown colour making it hard to see against the beige carpet. It looked like someone had slipped it underneath her door. She tore it open, a puzzled expression forming on her face. Inside were a number of things: what looked like an exam paper, a USB memory stick and a letter. How odd. Perhaps the letter would explain. She unfolded the paper and read: "Inside this envelope is a memory stick; on it you'll find an extract from a video that shows you in a very compromising position. If we were to send this video to the headmaster and board of governors, you would almost certainly lose your job and find it hard to get another one. Also enclosed is this year's biology exam paper. We would like you to read through and answer the questions as if you were doing the exam yourself. You will then put your answers back in the same envelope and leave it in the trash bin outside of the gym. The deadline is Friday. If you fail to make the deadline or take this information to the headmaster we will upload the full video onto the internet. However, if you help us out we promise to destroy the video and you will hear no more from us." Annabel's heart thumped and her hands shook as she inserted the little black memory stick into the side of her laptop. There was a single file on the drive and when she double-clicked it, a video started playing. She put her hand to her mouth as she watched herself rubbing lotion into the naked red cheeks of Sadie's bottom. The sound wasn't very clear but she could clearly hear Sadie groaning contentedly as she slid her hands between the girl's willing young thighs. A mixture of emotions flooded her mind: anger, shock, surprise but most of all fear. How could this have happened? Who could have done this? Even as the question formed in her mind she knew who was behind it. Annabel had only applied the lotion herself because Sadie had insisted. What was it she had said? "Oh. I thought you could apply it Miss. I mean, it's difficult for me to reach, don't you think it would be easier for you to do it?" Devious little cow! She'd never really trusted Sadie. How had she managed to secretly film the results? She'd have to thoroughly check her room for hidden cameras later but for now she needed to consider her options. She should go straight to the headmaster but he'd made his position very clear after her affair with Claire. No more fooling around with students or you'll be out of a job, he'd said. And what if the video was uploaded to the web? She'd never work again. What would her friends and colleagues think? So option two then: she could go along with this. It made her angry to think she'd been tricked in this way but the more she thought about it, the more she realised there really wasn't any alternative. --- "Conniving, evil, spiteful, vindictive little trollop," Wicklow muttered to himself angrily as he paced up and down his study. "Immoral, cunning, corrupt, deceitful bitch!" How dare Emma secretly record him! He was one of the most senior and respected figures at the school. He'd go straight to the headmaster and have the little tart expelled! That would teach her. In retrospect, it had seemed out of character for shy, mousy little Emma to offer herself to him as she did. Perhaps he should have realised something odd was going on. She was quite bright and didn't really need his help. So quiet too. Not the kind of person who'd take up blackmailing as a hobby. Maybe there was someone else behind this. But really, what did it matter who was behind it? He was in serious trouble here and he needed to find a way out of it. He poured himself another whisky and watched the three-minute video again. Once he'd calmed down a little he had to admit it didn't look great. With her hands tied behind her back people might get the impression he forced himself on her. Obviously, it was consensual. "I mean it's not like I forced her to do anything she didn't want to," he muttered. It was just a simple exchange of services. Now he watched it back objectively he had to concede it would be difficult to explain his behaviour out of context, even to his old colleague the headmaster. Why, people would ask, would a young girl be willing to give him oral sex? Only because he'd offered her something in return, they'd speculate. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that if the video was made public he'd probably lose his job and never work again. How had they got hold of the official exam paper? Perhaps they were a more powerful and organised gang than he first thought. He picked up the exam paper and glanced through it. It would probably only take a couple of evenings to work through it. As much as he hated being blackmailed by a schoolgirl, he reluctantly concluded that maybe it was the lesser of the two evils. --- David played the video again, his head in his hands. It was only a short clip. It showed him parting Brianna's bare legs, and sliding between them. "No Sir! We musn't!" she whimpered as he kissed her neck. He shook his head as he watched his naked buttocks bounce up and down energetically as Brianna squealed and writhed beneath him. He was only three months into a career that he'd planned to do for the rest of his working life. If this video got out it would be over before it started. He really had no choice. He picked up the stolen exam paper and started making notes. ---------------------------------- Three weeks later: Monday, 24 June ---------------------------------- Sadie took another armful of clothes from the drawer and placed them carefully in her suitcase, which lay open on her bed. The exams hadn't been quite as easy as she'd anticipated. Even though they'd been given all of the answers, they still had to memorise them and make enough deliberate mistakes so that their papers weren't too suspiciously perfect. Despite that, she felt confident that she'd get the marks she needed. Who said crime didn't pay? She'd had her final exam this morning and now she was packing her things. The school was mostly empty now. Brianna and Emma had already said their goodbyes. Their room that used to seem too small and crowded now seemed so big and empty. Now as she filled another suitcase with her clothes she wondered if she should struggle down the stairs with the suitcases or wait for her father to arrive. On the other hand, perhaps she could get someone to help her. On impulse, she picked up her mobile and started texting. "Michael, are you at the school today? I need some help if you've got a minute, x" She smiled as she threw the mobile onto the bed. Yes, of course. She'd get Michael to carry her suitcases downstairs. She congratulated herself on taking those nude photo's of him. Since that day, he'd done anything she asked and he'd been very useful. It was a while before her father arrived and she was still having the recurring fantasy about tying him to her bed. Maybe, she thought to herself, she could have a little fun with him while they waited. After all, this would be her last chance. --- Michael had nearly finished painting the fence when he heard his mobile announce the arrival of a text. He carefully balanced his brush on the edge of the paint can and dug his mobile out of his jeans pocket. He wasn't too surprised it was Sadie. He'd hoped once she'd finished her exams she'd leave without bothering him again but evidently she was still here, and still finding errands for him to run. Ever since she'd taken those damned photo's of him, Sadie had been treating him like her own personal slave. Those bloody photo's! If the headmaster ever saw them he'd lose his job for sure. Of course, he'd make sure Sadie was in trouble too. If he shared how he'd helped get those exam papers for her, she'd be in a lot of trouble. In fact, thinking about it maybe she had more to lose than him. He smiled as he hit the reply button. "Be there in 20 mins," he texted back. --- "Be right there!" Sadie shouted, hearing the knock on the door that signalled Michael's arrival as she finished applying her lipstick, a subtle shade of pink. She scraped her long, blonde back and secured it with a tight green scrunchie before blowing a kiss at the mirror as she hesitated then daringly unfastened another button on her blouse. "You took your time," she said, opening the door. "Well I was painting," he replied apologetically, following her into the large dorm room. "Never mind your painting, I've got a little job for you," Sadie continued pointing at four bulging suitcases next to the bed. "I need these taking down to the front entrance. My father's arriving in a couple of hours to give me a lift home." "A couple of hours!" Michael said, looking at his watch. "So why call me now?" "Well I was bored and I thought you could keep me company until he arrives," Sadie replied, smiling coquettishly as she walked past him and closed the door. "Maybe we could play a little game." "I don't have time for your games; I do have a job you know." "Well you have a job at the moment," she said, taking his hand and leading him towards the bed. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Don't play dumb, you know exactly what I mean Michael," she said, placing her hands on his chest and gently pushing him backwards until his legs bumped against the bed and he was forced to sit down heavily. "I suppose you're talking about those bloody photo's you took of me," he sighed, watching as she took a pair of navy tights from her case and wound them around her hands thoughtfully. "Exactly, now be a good boy and lie back, "she said, smiling smugly as she climbed onto the bed. "So you're saying if I don't play your little game you'll take those photo's to the headmaster," he said, reluctantly lying back on the bed. "That's right; now hands above your head, there's a good boy," she instructed impatiently as she kicked off her shoes and climbed into the bed beside him. "You know I've been thinking..." he said, allowing Sadie to grab one of his wrists and pull it towards the bed frame above his head. "That's new, did it hurt?" Sadie said, smiling humourlessly as she straddled his chest and wrapped the sheer material around his wrist. "I've been thinking that if those photo's came to light and the whole story came out, I'd lose my job, sure, but it would be a lot worse for you," he said, using his free hand to tickle her ribs as she struggled to tie a knot. "Stop that!" she giggled, squirming as he ran his free hand down over her bottom and squeezed her one of her firm, round buttocks. "That's true isn't it?" "Stop it! Lie still! Let me tie you up!" she squealed petulantly, struggling to hold onto his wrist. "You know if you were to share those photo's with the head, I'm sure he'd want me to come clean about everything. Including stealing those exam papers for you. How did you do by the way? I hear you were confident that you did well," said Michael, sliding a hand under her tartan skirt and pinching the plump flesh of her thighs. "Come on Michael, don't be silly, you'd lose your precious job," she argued, still struggling to bind his wrist. She couldn't help laughing as he bounced her up and down like an unruly horse, their thighs grinding together in a most distracting way. "Yes, but you'd lose out as well. A young lady from a nice, well off family stealing exam papers and blackmailing people and cheating in exams. I mean, imagine the scandal." "Well let's not be hasty, I mean you're right, we do both have something to lose..." "Oh, I think you'd lose a lot more than me. I guess your parents would be pretty shocked to find out what you've been up to. And you'd be expelled of course. And your exam results would be null and void." "Alright, alright, you've made your point. And if that's your attitude maybe I'll find someone else to carry my suitcases," Sadie said impatiently. "Oh no, it's not that easy. You've been making my life hell and now it's time for a little payback," he said, sliding a hand around her waist and rolling her off him. "Payback? What do you mean? What do you want?" Sadie shrieked as suddenly he was on top, his weight pinning her to the bed. In that instant, she was aware of much bigger and stronger he was. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want," he replied, as he squeezed both of her slender wrists into one of his large hands. The Girls of St Catherine’s Ch. 04 "Stop that! Stop it or I swear I'll scream!" she threatened as he wrapped the navy tights around her wrists as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him. The material was quite stretchy; he had to pull it tight to make sure it was secure before tying a tight double knot in it. "You can scream all you like, and if anyone comes we can tell them the whole story," he replied calmly as he threaded the free end of the tights through the wooden slats of the bed frame. "No, stop! Stop I said!" she said angrily as he tugged at the tights, pulling her arms above her head, then quickly tied it off with the fluid ease of someone who worked with his hands. "I thought you wanted to play some games," he grinned as he grabbed her hips and dragged her down the bed so that her arms were stretched above her head. "Bastard! Let me go! Get the fuck off me!" she spat as he sat astride her hips, staring down at her, a crooked grin forming on his lips. "Ooh, that's not very nice language for a young lady," he teased as he ran his hands up over her slim frame and started to unfasten her blouse. He'd fantasized about this moment for so long, ever since he'd started watching her on the hockey field and spying on her in the showers. He took his time, ignoring her spitting and snarling, savouring the moment, slowly running his hands over the trim contours of her helpless squirming body. He was desperate to see more of her gorgeous body and soon he was unfastening her blouse one button at a time until he was able to tug it open exposing her trim stomach and small but shapely boobs neatly encased in a white lacy brassiere. He leaned forward his warm lips caressing the pinkly naked skin as he kissed her neck and stomach, his fingers squeezing her soft breasts and gently tugging at her bra. He could smell her subtle aroma of her expensive perfume. "Let me go, you pervert! You wait till I get out of this!" Sadie threatened angrily as she wriggled beneath him, tugging at her bonds until the tights bit into her soft wrists. He'd seen her naked before but this was different, this time he could touch her as well. He slowly ran his fingers over her smooth, pale skin. Her boobs were small and boyish but still nicely pert and tipped with stubby, dark red nipples that reminded him of the little wild raspberries he saw in the hedgerows as he cycled to work. He lapped at the milky white flesh tracing little circles around her nipples, feeling her shiver beneath him as he flicked his tongue over the tight red peaks. "No! Stop! Stop I say!" she protested, feeling her body responding to him, her skin tingling as his surprisingly soft lips caressed her nakedness. As he lapped and sucked at her nipples, his hand caressed her warm thighs, sliding up over her bare thighs and beneath her short skirt. "No, stop!" she pleaded feeling herself growing hotter as he explored her helpless body with his fingers and tongue. She mewed with pleasure as he drew one of her hard little nipples into his warm mouth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue sending fiery waves of pleasure up and down her body. She squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt his fingers stroking her inner thighs. Her hips slowly began to gyrate as his inquisitive fingers stroked the thin white cotton of her panties, stretched tightly over her pubis. She'd always assumed he'd make a rough and unsophisticated lover but he was surprisingly gentle and patient, his fingers gently coaxing little gasps of pleasure from her. It was a new experience for her to be tied up like this. Normally, she'd be the one doing the tying. She was finding it frustrating and arousing in equal measure. With her hands bound she just wasn't able to grasp his head and direct his teasing tongue to just where she needed it. She had to rely on her voice to direct him. "Oh yes, yes, just there, just there," she gasped as his fingers rubbed against the soft, moist folds of her pussy. "I always knew you'd be the kind of kinky girl who liked being tied up," Michael said, before drawing the tip of her breast into his warm, wet mouth. "Ooh yes," she moaned, surrendering to the delicious sensations, as his teeth gently closed around one of her painfully taut nipples and his fingers stroked her pussy lips through the damp cotton of her knickers. She felt her legs drifting apart as his fingers explored the sensitive contours of her sweet pussy, she simply couldn't help it. Michael took his time, gently nibbling and sucking at her boobs and patiently stroking her pussy. He felt her slim, vulnerable body surrendering to his touch, her little cries of pleasure slowly becoming louder and more urgent as the little damp patch in her panties slowly grew. Soon, she was moaning so loudly that they could only just her phone ringing. "No, leave it, please!" she groaned as he reached over and grabbed it. "Who's Marcus? Your boyfriend?" he asked, peering at the screen. "Leave it! That's none of your business," she said angrily. "He *is* your boyfriend isn't he? I remember you talking about him. Well it'd be pretty rude to ignore him," he said, grinning as he pressed the bright green 'Answer' button with his thumb. "Hello? Hello?" Sadie could hear Marcus's disembodied voice coming from the phone as Michael placed it next to her head and flashed her an annoying smile. "Hello Marcus?" she said, trying to keep the anger from her voice. "Hi, how are you?" he said. "I'm okay, listen this isn't a good time for me," Sadie replied, trying to remain calm as she watched Michael slide down over her body and felt him roughly push her knees apart. "Why, what's up?" she heard him say. She had to bite her tongue to stop herself moaning loudly as she felt Michael's inquisitive fingers tugging at her panties. She couldn't help lifting her hips allowing him to slide them down over her legs revealing her moist, swollen pussy lips. She ached for his touch as she watched him ease her knees apart and felt his hot breath on her naked thighs. Her skin tingled, all her senses heightened, as she felt him plant a line of fiery kisses along the inside of her legs, getting ever closer to the centre of her desire. "I, uh, I'm just carrying my cases downstairs," she said, trying to concentrate on the call and ignore the intensely pleasurable sensations caused by Michael's tongue as it gently kissed the inside of her thighs. "Right, I thought you sounded a little breathless. I just wondered when you're getting back tonight, darling." "Oh God!" Sadie gasped as she felt Michael's skilful fingers spreading the ultra- sensitive inner folds of her aching pussy, his tongue lapping at the honey that spilled from her hot, wet centre. "You OK?" Marcus said, sounding concerned. "Yeah, I just, uh, dropped a case on my foot," Sadie improvised as she felt one of Michael's thick fingers slowly stroking her vagina as the very tip of his tongue teased the little swollen bud of her clitoris. She desperately needed to end the call but with her hands tied, she'd have to wait for Marcus to hang up. "Ouch! Does it hurt?" "No I'm fine. Listen, can you call me back later?" Sadie said, struggling to control her voice and impatient to end the call so she could concentrate on the warm flames of pleasure radiating from her pussy and consuming her whole body. "Oh sure. I just wanted to know when you were getting back tonight," he said, sounding a little hurt. "About eight, listen I really do have to go, oh!" she groaned urgently as she felt Michael's finger easily slip inside her tight, wet tunnel as his wicked tongue expertly flicked over her almost-painfully sensitive clit. "Do you want me to come over?" The word 'come' was the last thing she needed to hear as she struggled to stop herself squealing in delight as Michael's fingers and tongue caressed and massaged her slick pussy. "Um, sure, I mean maybe," she grunted, finding it increasingly hard to concentrate as she felt Michael's finger push deep inside her as his tongue tormented her hungry little clit. She knew her body couldn't take much more of this delicious stimulation. "Okay, well I guess I'll see you later then..." "Yes, see you later, 'bye!" Sadie moaned breathlessly, praying that he would take the hint and hang up. Her young body twisted and writhed on the bed, her hips arching up off the duvet as Michael slid two fingers in and out of her wetness making loud, wet noises that she'd hoped the phone couldn't pick up. "Okay, love you princess," Marcus said. "Love you too," Sadie, said automatically, letting out a long sigh of relief as she heard the line go dead. She lay back and closed her eyes, savouring the sweet shivers of pleasure running up and down her spine. Michael could tell she was close now. He could hear breathing was shallow and hoarse, her head thrown back against the pillow. He could feel her body rolling and twisting, her hands straining against her bonds, rolling from side to side feverishly. "Oh, oh, oh!" she panted as he slipped his fingers in and out of the hot, silky depths of her vagina. He used his free hand to spread the glistening pink inner folds as his tongue continued to lap at the swollen bud of her clit. "Oh, oh, uhhh!" she squealed as she came, her whole body arching up off the bed, her pussy squeezing his fingers as all the breath in her lungs rushed out of her in a long wail of pure ecstasy. He watched her, lying limply on the bed, her chest heaving as her breathing gradually returned to normal. He quickly stripped naked, eagerly sliding his jeans down over his legs. Sadie watched through half-open eyes as he eased his shorts over his muscular thighs, his thick, hard cock swinging heavily between his legs as he climbed back onto the bed. "Your boyfriend sounds nice," he said, grinning, as he knelt beside her spent body. "Fuck you!" she spat, her sapphire blue eyes glittering angrily. "That's not very nice language, is it princess?" he said, as he grabbed her hips with his large hands and flipped her over so that she was face down on the bed. "Let me go! What the fuck are you doing?" Sadie said, struggling and kicking out at him. "Ow!" he grunted as her foot connected with his leg. Sadie smiled at her little victory but with her hands still bound she couldn't prevent him pulling at her hips, manoeuvring her so that she was on all fours, her bottom stuck up in the air. "No!" she squealed as he grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her hips back towards him. He slowly rubbed his cock against her still soaking pussy, teasing himself, savouring the moment he'd fantasized about every time he'd seen her playing hockey or naked in the showers. He thought about all the long, lonely nights he'd spent in bed wondering what it would feel like to make love to her. He wrapped his fist around his shaft, and gently pressed the thick purple head against her entrance. They both moaned loudly and happily as he eased the first inch of his prick inside her. "Oh God, it's so good!" he grunted as he penetrated her wonderfully tight pussy. He slowly eased back out, his shaft coated with her juices, her lips clinging to him. Nothing in the world could have stopped him sliding his hardness back into her, a little deeper this time. He began to fuck her slowly, trying to prolong their pleasure, loving the feel of her slick pussy squeezing his shaft and her little squeals of pleasure as he thrust a little deeper. "Oh, oh fuck!" Sadie gasped as she felt his swollen cock easing in and out of her. She tugged at her bonds once more but he'd tied them well and her hands were still firmly bound, leaving her at his mercy. What a predicament she found herself in! Tied tightly to the bed frame, and on her knees and elbows. She yelped as she felt him pushing her head into the pillow and tugging her knees wide apart. In this submissive position, she was unable to stop him having her any way he wanted. She felt helpless and vulnerable, unable to prevent him sliding that gorgeously thick, hard cock deep into her aching pussy. Helpless to stop him fucking her harder now, making her pant with lust. As Michael eased his cock into her slippery cunt, he reached beneath her, cupping her small, pale breasts in his rough hands. He loved the feel of their plump softness as she wriggled underneath him. He began to fuck her more forcefully now, plunging his cock deep into her willing pussy and watching the puppy fat of her pale buttocks jiggle a little. She had gorgeous buttocks and he couldn't resist slapping her right cheek. "Ow! Fuck!" Sadie shrieked as she felt his firm hand sting her smooth skin. "What's the matter?" he teased. "I hear you enjoy a good spanking. That's what Portia's been telling everyone." She opened her mouth to protest but all that came out was a loud groan of pleasure as he slid smoothly into her, pushing all the air from her lungs, his swollen balls slapping against her thighs. He was fucking her hard and deep now, the bedsprings complaining as his muscular thighs drove his hot cock deep into her. Their bodies glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and Sadie felt her blonde hair sticking to her forehead as his thighs slapped against hers loudly. The headboard banged against the wall noisily and she felt her boobs swaying back and forth as he fucked her wildly, passionately, like an animal, as if she existed purely for his pleasure, driving them closer and closer to orgasm. "Yes! Yes!" she wailed, herself losing control as their hot bodies slapped together, her pussy making loud, wet noises as he thrust into her. "Oh God!" Michael gasped, grabbing a handful of her tangled hair, tugging her head back as he pounded her molten pussy, his thighs burning, his heart thumping against his chest as he thrust faster and faster. He felt his balls tighten as his climax suddenly felt close. "That's it! Don't stop!" Sadie wailed as she felt herself on the edge of the abyss. With a final flurry of short, stabbing thrusts he drove them both over the edge, crying and sobbing with the pure pleasure as their naked, entwined bodies tumbled head-over-heels into the darkness, fireworks exploding around them. --- They lay exhausted but deeply satisfied, the breeze from the window cooling their hot flesh. Michael had untied her and now Sadie lay draped across him, her head resting on his chest, feeling it rise and fall, and listening to the thump of his heart slowly return to normal. Looking at the clock on the bedside table she noted that they still had an hour to kill. "You know when I asked for help with my cases this isn't exactly what I had in mind," she sighed as she trailed a finger over the taut skin of his muscular thighs. "No? It sounded like you enjoyed yourself though," he said, stroking her straw-coloured hair. "Yes..." she purred. "But there's still something I'd like to try." "Hmm?" he sighed, distracted the feel of her cool fingers stroking his flaccid cock. "I mean if you're up for it," she said, feeling a little thrill as his prick began to slowly thicken under her fingertips. "Oh, I'm definitely up for it, princess," he drawled, feeling himself become hard as she gently squeezed his swollen balls. He watched lazily as she slid his thick leather belt from his discarded jeans and wrapped it around his wrists. What was it about some women, he wondered. Only a couple of minutes after cumming, they were ready for more. "I think it must be my turn now, don't you? It's only fair, right?" she said as she threaded the free end through the slats of the headboard, pulling it tight so his arms were stretched above his head. She smiled as she ran her fingertips over his chest, his muscles tanned and lean after a long summer of painting fences and fixing gutters. She couldn't resist raking her scarlet nails across his bare chest and pinching one of his nipples between her fingers. "Ow! Still playing games, Sadie?" he asked, wriggling uncomfortably. "I'm always playing games, you know that. Now, whatever shall I do with you?" she asked as she planted a line of soft kisses along the line of his stubbly jaw. "Mmm," he moaned as her soft lips found his, kissing him passionately, her pointed little tongue slipping inside his mouth. He groaned, long and low, as he felt her slim fingers grasp his hardness and slowly stroke him as they kissed. He felt his hot flesh swell against her cool fingers as she squeezed him, lightly running her thumb over the sensitive head. She smiled as she leant back, cupping her boob with her free hand and offering it towards his lips. Sadie purred contentedly as his warm lips caressed her pale skin. Michael felt her shudder, her hand tightening around his prick as he drew her little semi-erect nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking it, feeling it become even harder. Sadie stayed in that position for a little while, loving the feeling of his lips caressing her as she stroked his long shaft feeling it twitch and throb beneath her fingertips. She could have stayed like this for hours, watching his face as she slowly stroked his cock till it was hard as stone. If she had all afternoon she'd like to have seen how long she could keep him hard, delaying his climax, bringing him to the edge again and again till he begged for release. But she didn't have time, and already her greedy body was demanding more. She rolled on top of him, slowly sliding up and down his prone, helpless body, her lips kissing the bronzed hardness of his chest, her hands sliding up over his thick arms. She tugged at his bonds, feeling a fresh flush of desire at the thought of his helplessness. She'd dreamt about this for a long time, and now here he was, ready for her to use any way she wanted. Their bodies were soon slick with sweat again as she squirmed, rubbing her hot, young body against his. He could feel the tips of her boobs brushing his chest. He lifted his hips from the bed, his body craving a firmer touch as he felt the moist contours of her pussy sliding along his shaft. "So who's in control now?" she purred, enjoying the look of hunger on his face and the delicious friction between her legs. "You're such a fucking tease," he growled as he watched her kneel astride his thighs, her legs spread and wrap her slender fingers around his prick, as she rubbed the thick purple head of his prick against her naked pussy. "I guess it's my turn to fuck you now," she gasped as she eased herself onto his throbbing manhood. She exhaled, a low growl of intense pleasure, as she slid down his thick shaft until his cock filled her. It felt so good, like it belonged inside her. She fucked him slowly at first, hands either side of his head as she dipped the tips of her breasts into his warm, inviting mouth. Her tight pussy sliding slowly up and down the full length of his shaft as she watched his face contorting with pleasure. Sadie knew she might never get this chance again and she was determined to extract every last drop of enjoyment from her captive. She changed position, placing her feet flat on the bed and her hands on his chest. She rode him like this, her legs widely spread, her hips bobbing up and down, her fair hair spilling forward, her breasts jiggling till they were both moaning loudly. In this position, she could take him really deeply, her buttocks slapping against his thighs as she bounced up and down enthusiastically. Her cunt was almost painfully tight and she could tell from his urgent moans that he was getting a little too excited. She shifted again, this time leaning back, one hand on the bed behind her the other playing with her boobs. She slowly slid up and down his shaft, toying with the hard little peaks of her nipples as she enjoyed the gentle, waves of pleasure, lapping against her body. She was getting close now, the hot pressure building as she bounced up and down faster and faster. The Girls of St Catherine’s Ch. 04 Little whimpers of pleasure escaped her plump lips as she fucked him harder and harder, sliding her hand between her legs and teasing the achingly hard little bud of her clit. It was so sensitive; gently flicking it with her fingertip caused hot electric tingles to run up and down her spine. "Oh, oh, oh," she wailed, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she concentrated on finding the release her young body ached for. She came loudly and fiercely, her pussy contracting around his hot, juicy cock squeezing him rhythmically and triggering his own private ecstasy, his hot spunk spurting deep into her body, still trembling as she surfed the waves of her own climax. --- Sadie climbed into the passenger seat of the big Range Rover, the black leather of the seat feeling hot against the bare skin of her legs. She pulled the tartan skirt down over her knees then leant forward and cranked up the air conditioning while she waited for her father to load her bags into the boot. She couldn't wait to get out of her uniform and into something more suited to the summer hear like a pair of cut-offs and a halter top. She looked at her slim gold watch and smiled when she thought about what she'd been doing an hour ago. Three terrific orgasms in just over an hour! That was more in a single afternoon than she'd had with Marcus in the whole eighteen months they'd been dating! As much as she loved his boyish good looks and sense of humour perhaps it was time for her to move on. "Ready to go?" her father said as he climbed in. She nodded and soon they were rolling down the long drive towards the school gates. She twisted around in her seat and leaned out of the window, watching as the school buildings receded into the distance, shimmering in the warm air like a mirage. When she thought about the last few months it all seemed like a wild dream. Or a fantasy. She hadn't even left the grounds and already she was missing the place. Turning back towards the front, she saw Michael wheeling his bike along the side of the driveway. He smiled and waved as they passed, and Sadie couldn't help but wave back. "Who was that?" her father asked. "Oh, just one of the staff," said Sadie. "No-one important." ------------------- Sunday, 8 September ------------------- The headmaster jotted down notes on a large pad as he paced up and down his study. He was a tall man with his neatly trimmed grey hair parted in a perfectly straight line, as if it had been measured against a ruler. It took no more than three of his long strides to get from his desk to the window. A strong, cool easterly breeze tugged at the crinkly leaves of the large oak tree outside his window, tugging a few of them free so that they fluttered to the ground like confetti. The lawns were empty now but in a few days, it would be alive with the excited chatter of new students. This was his favourite way to write notes before he had to make some kind of speech. Tomorrow was an important day, the first day of the new term and he felt it was up to him to set the tone for the school year ahead. His responsibility to explain the values and traditions of the school to the new girls and let them know the importance of hard work and discipline. He'd had the exam results mailed to him from the exam board last week and had spent the morning phoning around the parents of the some of the girls. For the less successful, that meant offering his commiserations and perhaps negotiating an extra year for their daughters. For the more successful, he was able to offer his congratulations and find out what they planned to do next. Every year he used the first assembly to give some examples of girls who'd worked hard and got the results they'd wanted, and this year he was pleased to find that he had plenty of choice. Sadie Heath-Thomas, for example. She'd achieved 3 A stars (in English, biology and maths) and a C in history. Her father had been pleased to tell him that she'd accepted a place at Cambridge to pursue a degree in politics. Her friend, Brianna Taylor, had also done well: two A stars, an A and a B had also got her a place at Cambridge where she'd be reading history. And little Emma Watson had done rather well too: 3 A stars and a B had been good enough to get her a place reading biology at Oxford. Yes, three examples like that should be enough to inspire anyone. He was also going to announce Mr Wicklow as the new deputy head. He'd always been the obvious choice. Of course, the headmaster had had to go through the full process. He'd interviewed several candidates, but really only Wicklow and Annabel Hunter were experienced and senior enough for the role. Miss Hunter just hadn't been right though. She'd spent most of the interview explaining how she'd bring St Catherine's into the twenty-first century. As if that was what the headmaster wanted! To him, the modern world outside the school gates meant binge drinking, reality television and the constant racket from mobile phones. Why would they want that? No, no, St Catherine's was an oasis apart from the modern world where traditional values were still important and he was determined to keep it that way. And of course, she was a lesbian, he hadn't forgotten that. A lesbian who'd had an affair with one of her students. That wasn't something he could easily overlook. Whereas Wicklow was a man of principal, you wouldn't catch him having a fling with one of the girls. He was someone who understood the fundamental importance of principles like honesty and integrity. He really was the only plausible choice when it came to it. The position of deputy head didn't really give Wicklow any extra power or responsibility beyond standing in for him at various functions. It was really just a symbolic title but everyone understood what it really meant: that when he retired he was endorsing Wicklow as his successor. Of course, there had been complaints about Wicklow from the other teachers and some students, but as he regularly had to explain to them (particularly Ms Hunter), there was no hard evidence to back up the rumours. No girl had ever come to him to complain. What Annabel overheard in the girls toilets was no basis for an independent disciplinary hearing. No, the fact was she was probably just jealous of her rival for promotion. So tomorrow Wicklow would be the one joining him on the stage at the morning assembly as he attempted to inspire the new girls of the lower sixth. Yes, he'd talk about how anything worth achieving in life required some effort and how hard they worked here could determine the course of the rest of their life. And above all, the importance of persistence and never giving up. And discipline of course. He was sure that with Wicklow as his deputy he could be sure that a strong sense of discipline would be central to the school's ethos next year and for many years to come.