PART THREE: SAFETY IN NUMBERS?
I woke up the following morning with the sun streaming through the curtains and couldn’t at first remember where I was; and then it all came flooding back but even then I had difficulty in convincing myself that it had not all been something I had imagined or dreamed. But the inescapable fact was that I was where I was and had a sore bottom and a slightly sore cock!
Shortly afterwards, Aunty came in, respectably dressed in a bath robe, and put a cup of tea and a plate of hot buttered toast on the bedside cabinet. On her way out of the room, she looked over her shoulder and said that she and Heidi would be in the school room in an hour and would be pleased to see me down there. I drank my tea and ate the toast and went into the en-suite and had a long refreshing shower before dressing and making my way downstairs with a certain amount of anticipation about what I might find down there.
I certainly didn’t expect to see what was waiting for me. As I approached the room I seemed to hear a buzz of conversation coming from it , which died down as I opened the door. All the desks but one were occupied by ladies in the same age group as Jilly and Heidi and all of them including Jilly and Heidi were wearing white tops with a two tone green striped tie, a short dark green pleated skirt and barely black nylons.
With the feeling that this was ‘unreal’ I walked to the front of the ‘class’ and faced them.
‘Good Morning’ I said feeling that this was appropriate.
‘Good Morning Sir’ they chorused back cheerfully.
I asked all six of them to write down their names in a notebook I found in ‘my’ desk and handed to Jilly, sitting next to Heidi on the front row and so within a short time found that I had in addition to Jilly and Heidi, Dot, Debbie, Alice and Jackie, in front of me.
From where I stood I could see six pairs of slightly parted thighs in front of me. As this was a ‘school’ set up not an office, there were no ‘modesty boards’ on the desk fronts and as I took in the view, wondering how to move things forward, Jilly opened her thighs revealing that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, not tights and that she had put on a pair of white knickers that morning. As my gaze became fixed on this sight, memories of yesterday started to come flooding back so that one of the ‘new girls’, Dot , chirped up,
‘Ooooooh, I think Sir’s got a hard on!’
‘Oh so he has’ said Debbie gleefully, ‘you’ve got a stiff willy Sir…. what were you thinking about?’ and then momentarily opening her legs wide to show hold ups and black knickers, ‘will this make it any stiffer…. Sir?’
I knew I had to gain some sort of control if this situation was going the way it was obviously intended to and so I ordered both of them up to the front of the class and told them I was going to discipline them. They both looked excited at the prospect. Dot raised her hand as I went over to the cupboard and stood by the open door looking at the selection of implements and devices for my use’.
‘It’s a bit late for questions young lady’ I told her, ‘What do want to say?’
‘I just wanted to ask, Sir’ she replied, ‘Is this to be a punishment beating or is going to lead to something else?’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I asked
‘Well Sir, Jilly and Heidi were telling us what happened yesterday and Debbie and I wondered what we could expect!’
The rest of the class tittered at this, so I told them that this was a punishment for bad behaviour but that I would show them what the difference was between the two ‘scenes’ if that would be of any use.’ The whole class said, they’d love to be shown and so I agreed to it. My erection was now incapable of concealment and I knew, I’d need some sort of relief pretty damn quick!
I reached into the cupboard and selected a crook handled cane of medium weight and length and told Dot she was to be first and that she was going to get six strokes. I told her to raise her skirt and bend over. She started to pull her white cotton knickers down but I stopped her saying that this was a schoolgirl disciplinary caning and was to be given over her knickers. I wanted to give the idea (not very successfully from my own reaction, I’m sorry to say) that there was nothing sexual about it.
Dot was quite a large woman and the knickers stretched tightly over her rump and became slightly transparent so that the cleft between her buttocks was quite visible. She was also wearing suspenders and stockings. I stood behind her and took careful aim at the centre of her bottom and then raised the cane and brought it down with a loud ‘THWACCCK’. She took the first three without flinching but then started to weave about and tentatively to reach behind to rub herself. As sternly as I could, I told her to stay still and keep her hands on her legs. She froze in position until the sixth stroke landed and I gave her permission to stand up when she felt ready and go back to her desk and sit down.
I called Debbie forward and told her to extend her right hand. This took her by surprise and very reluctantly she obeyed. I gave her three strokes across the right palm and three on her left. She yelped at each one and then sat down with her hands clasped tightly under her armpits.
I told the class I would now continue this baptism of fire and show them ‘the other sort of punishment’ which would be much more common in this classroom, (they would be pleased to hear) and called Jackie and Alice who somewhat mysteriously told me that she was usually called ‘Licky’ by those she knew in an intimate way, to the front. I went back to the cupboard, hung up the recently used cane and selected a leather soled carpet slipper which was on one of the shelves.
Pulling a chair forward, I sat down and told Jackie to get over my knee. When she was in position, I pulled up her skirt revealing that she wore dark blue high leg knickers and barely black sheer stockings held up by a black lacy suspender belt. I pulled her waistband upwards stretching her underwear tightly over her bottom and slapped her hard twice on each cheek,
‘What am I being spanked for Sir?’ she asked
‘You are being spanked because I want to spank you and you must have done something to deserve it…… when were you last spanked?’
‘Some time ago’
‘Well there you are…. you must be overdue for another one!’
‘It’s not the only thing that hasn’t happened for some time, Sir’ she replied as the rest of the class sniggered.
‘I don’t know what you can be referring to’ was my rather inadequate reply, as I gave her four more spanks on each cheek followed by three on each bare thigh top in rapid succession, finishing by stroking the target area gently, and then fondling her bottom through her knickers. At this she started to squirm about on my lap and I knew she could feel my erect cock against her thigh so I pulled her knickers down to mid thigh to take away one layer of clothing between it and her! That bottom and upper thighs had now turned a much darker pink than the rest of her and after I had given her another dozen, her thighs had opened as far as her tightly stretched knickers would allow.
Taking advantage of this situation, and what ‘schoolmaster ‘in the same circumstances would resist, I ran my hand between her buttocks and thighs until I felt her fanny hair, sticky with her excitement, between my probing fingers. Moving further down I could feel her fanny lips parting under her bush to give my fingers access to that dark, swollen, wet, cavern beyond, aching for the intrusion of something more substantial than fingers.
But this wasn’t the time, so I pulled my hand away, obviously much to her disappointment, and pulling her knickers down to her ankles and off, reached for the slipper.
As she realised what was about to happen, she arched her bottom up from my lap, giving my squashed cock some relief and also giving me a better target. With a loud and satisfying (to me at least) WACKKKK sound as leather impacted on female flesh, causing it to flatten and then ripple, I heard an intake of breath not only from the victim herself but from all the other observers in the room. Two more swiftly followed, after which I paused to fondle that which I had just spanked and felt moisture on my thigh which wasn’t coming from me.
After a pause of some thirty seconds during which time her bottom deepened in colour, I gave her another leisurely six and then paused once more to allow the spanks to take effect. I detected a movement around me and looking up saw that most if not all of ‘the class’ had their skirts up and their hands in their knickers. I thought this rather mean in that it was only me that couldn’t begin to get some sexual relief from the situation. Even Jackie had found time to touch herself but realising my dilemma, she moved her hand from her own private area to mine and gave me a little squeeze through my trousers.
It was at this point that Alice came forward and showed me why her nickname was ‘Licky’. She knelt on the floor in front of me and with Jackie still draped over my lap, reached under her and undid my fly zip and as my erect cock sprang out, took it in her mouth and ran her tongue over the swollen purple head, pausing only to flick her tongue tip into the eye causing me to clench my buttocks which nearly threw Jackie onto the floor.
At this point, the door at the end of the room opened and another ‘schoolgirl’ rushed in and gasped out that she was sorry she was late for class.
‘Name?’ I said as sternly as I could to this tall busty brunette.
‘Kate, Sir’ she replied.
‘Well Kate, as you can see, we’re rather busy at the moment, so just go and stand in the corner and I’ll deal with you later’.
I told Jackie to stand up and return to her desk and then somewhat reluctantly, told Alice to stand up and bend over the front of my desk with her bottom facing the class. It suddenly occurred to me that there was another bottom in the room apart from that of the newcomer, Kate, which I yet to look at as Debbie had not been beaten on hers and so I ordered her out to the front and told her to bend over next to Alice. Thus I was able to see that Alice had skimpy black lace knickers and Debbie had a scarlet thong.
I went back to the cupboard and took down a ‘flogger’ with long black strands on a short leather moulded handle and walking back to my desk, bared both bottoms although of course, Debbie’s was mostly bared already. Now both the black lace knickers and the scarlet thong were at their owner’s knees. I told them both to open their legs which revealed that black haired Alice shaved her fanny but Debbie the redhead had a full bush of curly ginger pubes.
Holding the flogger in my right hand, I let the deceptively soft strands fall loosely over Alice’s buttocks and then in one quick movement, raised my arm to shoulder height and brought it swiftly down so that the ‘pony tail’ of the instrument flashed across the proffered target and curled round Alice’s right hip, creating a scarlet flush to appear almost immediately where it had impacted; like a nettle rash, I thought. It also brought a rapid intake of breath from its victim. Before she could react, I gave her a second lash.
Reaching out across Alice’s rear end, I gave two identical lashes to Debbie’s bum which produced the same reaction. Replacing the flogger on the desk, I said that as this wasn’t supposed to be a disciplinary beating, I’d leave it there and pausing only to run my hands over the warmed up flesh before me which only had the effect of causing both ladies to part their legs further and drew from Alice a complaint that she’d expected more and that she was hardly warm. This resulted in my hand spanking both bottoms until my palm was almost as sore as those four arse cheeks and thigh tops, but after a crafty little feel between them I could see that they were considerably wetter than my hand was and it speaks volumes for my self control that I allowed them to return to their desks without dropping my own pants and letting nature take its course.
But now, of course, I had the late comer to deal with and so I looked over to the corner and called Kate over.
‘Half an hour late, Kate…… there can be no excuse for this behaviour and so I am going to beat you. You have a choice. You can have twelve strokes with the cane or eight strokes with the strap and six strokes with the cane. You will of course be thrashed on your bare bottom and you will bend over, legs apart and touch your toes with your bottom facing towards the class……. ‘
‘I’ll take the strap and the cane, Sir’ she said, ‘and it will have to be on my bare bottom anyway because I’m not wearing knickers this morning’.
‘Why not?’ I asked.
‘Well Sir, when Heidi told me about class this morning, I got so excited thinking about it that I’m afraid I had to masturbate which is why I was late. My knickers are soaking wet in the car’.
‘For that you will position yourself over my knee for the slipper before the rest of your punishment’ and so saying I went to the cupboard and collected a very well worn ‘gym shoe’ with a wickedly thin and pliant sole which I thought would be more painful than even the leather soled carpet slipper which had already seen action that morning.
I walked back to the front of my desk, pulled out my chair to the middle of the floor where the class could best witness the punishment, told Kate to get over my knee and pulled her skirt over her back revealing two peach like orbs and legs encased in barely black hold-ups.
Reaching down, I fondled that gorgeous bottom before I suddenly remembered that this was supposed to be a punishment, but Kate reacted immediately by twisting round to look into my eyes and then parting her thighs to give me a good view of her pussy lips and arching her bottom up. Trying to get back to situation I was pretending to be in, I pushed the small of her back down grinding our genital areas together and started to administer the slipper. I gave her half a dozen on each buttock alternately bringing the colour rapidly to a dark cherry colour and then, because I could feel my self control vanishing, told her to get to her feet and assume the position for punishment with the cane.
Giving the rest of the class, a rather triumphant look over her shoulder, she pulled her skirt half way up her back and with a sudden movement, bent fully over with her legs well apart and grasped her ankles tightly, revealing to me and to her friends, a pair of swollen labia glistening wetly through the parted curly fanny hair and a clitoris obviously in a state of high sexual excitement…. Bad girl!
I had to get this over with as soon as possible before I burst my fly zip from my pounding erection, which I am sure was obvious to the entire class and causing much amusement and speculation.
I picked up a long three tailed stiff leather tawse and standing behind her on her left hand side gave her the promised eight strokes starting from the place where the cleft between her cheeks just started and working downwards so that the final stroke was more across the thigh tops than on the bottom. Each stroke flattened the flesh beneath it and caused the recipient to draw her breath in sharply. At one point I noticed a tendency for her to reach behind to rub her bottom but told her sternly that such relief was not permitted and that if she persisted I would start the strapping phase again!
Finally, having left her in position for half a minute or so and having looked at the class to see that every ‘schoolgirl’ had a hand clamped tightly between her thighs, I picked up a long, whippy, crook handled cane, which I ‘swished’ through the air a couple of times before tapping it twice across Kate’s upwardly straining bottom, which tensed at the contact. Raising the cane to my shoulder height, I whacked it down with a crisp ‘CRACK’ across the centre of both buttocks causing Kate to rock forward with a sharp intake of breath. I paused to watch, as did the rest of the class, a white stripe appear after a few seconds across the swollen, deeply reddened bottom and then transform into a raised welt. I left her in position for a further 10 seconds (longer than you’d think in that situation… well it is for the person bending over) before repeating the action three times in quick succession over a target area of about 4 inches down from the first stroke.
Pausing for a further 10 seconds to allow for sufficient discomfort to build up, I gave her last two strokes on that sensitive area between thigh top and buttock, more or less one on top of the other and considerably harder than those before. The last stroke made Kate cry out but I just told her to stand up and go through to ‘my office’ because there was something I wanted to say to her.
I led the way through the office and into the sitting room beyond, closing both doors on the way. Showing a great deal of self restraint I asked her how she felt and showing rather less self restraint she pulled up her skirt and began to finger herself frantically.
‘Come on’ I said hoarsely, pushing her towards the sofa where she knelt on the seat resting her hands on the arm as I dropped my trousers and pants and positioned myself behind her. She gasped as I rubbed against her plum coloured bottom and then gasped even more as she felt my hard cock with its slippery pre-cum lubricated bell end nuzzling between the cheeks of her bottom.
I slipped the throbbing glans into her widely gaping soaking wet cunt and pushed it fully home. The heat from her bottom against my belly was unbelievable but I ignored such trivia as I started to thrust fiercely inside her with her being equally unconcerned about anything aside from achieving the sexual relief of orgasm as quickly as possible.
It didn’t take long and with us both panting and shuddering we came together and collapsed over the arm of the sofa; she with her skirt over her head and her bra unclipped and hanging down so that her breasts were squashed into my cupping hands; me with my trousers and pants round my ankles and my shirt ridden up my back and my thighs sticky with cum pressed into her pulsating swollen bottom.
A slight sound behind made me look round; the entire ‘class’ was standing in the open doorway and to a woman all had one hand between her legs and had very obviously finished off what they had all started in the classroom.
I pulled out of Kate’s vagina, with cum dripping from my shaft onto the carpet but before I could get a tissue to attend to it, someone handed me a pair of knickers to wipe myself with. The knickers were already somewhat damp!
After this adventure, I gave up all pretence of being a teacher and lay on the sofa with soft female hands playing with any part of my body within reach and as my clothing had by this time been taken off and most of the ladies’ clothing as well, it wasn’t long before I was teased back to orgasm again. But I’m happy to say that during this time, I was able to fondle enough tits, backsides and pussies to give what satisfaction I could to as many ladies as possible.
After lunch, I decided that I would have to go back home and back to my real life and so reluctantly had to dismiss ‘the class’ for the day having firstly given my word that there would be another ‘class’ before long and that I hoped that all would find that satisfactory in all senses.
Later, I told Aunty and Heidi that I intended to set off in early evening when the London traffic was quieter but that I would be attending to them for one last time before I left………. and of course I would be back in about a month to take Aunty back to Exeter.
Continued ……………………………