by Lindsay Ross
She tried to swallow all of his semen when he came, guessing he would take it out on her if she didn’t.
As soon as she licked the last sticky drops from the end of his still rigid prick, she shuffled across to the other man and closed her mouth over the crimson bell-shaped head. This man’s cock was longer and thinner than the first man’s.
An evil pair of bastards, she thought, wondering if they always worked in tandem.
The thin man with the thin cock made her swallow all his load of viscous liquid by holding her head in a vice-like grip.
***
Susannah soon found she was right about the Septimus Grey Academy and that the corruption started at the top. After the two men, she later discovered they were called porters, had used her sexually and then had ‘punished’ her with strap and paddle, they returned her to the office of the Principal, Muriel Janus; the name was on the heavy oak door.
The heavily built man, Myers, sat Susannah down on a chair facing the Principal’s desk and his cadaverous colleague, Bingham, bound her to it with white cords.
‘You’ve started badly, young lady. I’m not sure lady is the appropriate word, either. What do you have to say for yourself?’
The Principal picked up a cane from her desk and studied it carefully as if interested in the wood.
‘Sorry.’
‘Sorry, Madam.’
‘Sorry, Madam.’
‘You’ve seen the isolation room but you haven’t seen our punishment block, have you?’
‘No, Madam.’
Miss Janus put the cane down on her desk again and went over to the bay window where she dropped the blinds and pulled the curtains.
‘It was distressing for me to witness your disrespect towards your parents,’ she said with her back to Susannah. ‘Don’t ever speak to me or any of my staff in that tone.’
‘No, Madam. Sorry, Madam.’
‘I wonder if you’re ever truly sorry about anything.’
Muriel Janus picked up a manila file and examined the contents.
‘I don’t recall seeing a worse record in my whole career,’ she said in her emotionless voice. ‘It’s clear you simply don’t know how to behave. Expelled from two schools. Lewd behaviour with boys. Do you know what people call girls who behave in this way?’
‘Yes, madam.’
‘Enlighten me.’
‘Sluts, whores, tramps, bikes, trailer trash…’
‘Enough. You seem only too well acquainted with the terms. Why are you so promiscuous, I ask myself? You seem to have no control over your sexual urges. The word nymphomania comes to mind. Do you know what that means?’
‘Liking sex, Madam.’
‘Liking it so much it becomes unhealthy, like an addiction, as bad as alcohol and tobacco…and drugs. I’m told you take drugs as well?’
‘I have done in the past.’
‘Let me warn you against doing anything like that here. Any indulgence in any of these things, including smoking, will bring instant and severe punishment. I’m not just talking about the cane.’ She picked it up again and swished it through the air. ‘Best you give our punishment block a wide berth. It’s not a place you would want to visit. I’m not sure you’re listening to me.’ She cracked the cane down on a pile of books on her desk.
‘I am listening, Madam. I wouldn’t want to go to the punishment block.’
Susannah was thinking of her punishments at Malcolm’s hands, suspended from ropes, dangling in front of him, awaiting the cruel kiss of the whip.
Muriel Janus came behind Susannah and untied the ropes that bound her arms. ‘I’m curious as to what all these boys see in you. You’re not exactly what I would call a beauty. Perhaps all that attracts them is your availability. To put it a little more crudely, they recognise you’ll drop your knickers for anyone.’
The Principal unbuttoned Susannah’s shirt and took it off. ‘I may as well measure you up for your school uniform at the same time.” Muriel undid the fastening of Susannah’s bra and held it between finger and thumb as though the garment needed fumigating. Susannah’s breasts tumbled free and the older woman’s eyes scrutinised them with keen interest.
‘Your tits are pleasing enough, I suppose,’ Muriel said, ‘but at your age they should be firm and shapely.’
Susannah was freed from the other cords and allowed to stand up. She was surprised to hear the Principal refer to her breasts as tits and even more surprised when she reached out to feel their shape and uplift.
‘Your skirt is ridiculously short,’ said Muriel, her hands still on Susannah’s milky-white cones. ‘This is the sort of thing that excites boys and leads you into trouble. We have some very impressionable young men here and I don’t want them corrupted.’
The offending skirt was soon removed, knickers followed, shoes and socks…
Susannah was naked under the searching eyes of the Principal and she felt herself blush beetroot red as the woman’s eyes dropped to look at her dark bush.
Muriel went to her desk again and came back with a tape measure.
‘Good posture, girl,’ she told Susannah. ‘Put your shoulders back, arms at your sides.’
Susannah watched Muriel measure round the fullest part of her breasts, her fingers resting on her erect nipples. ‘Bust thirty six inches,’ she announced, ‘nothing startling.’ She took Susannah’s other measurements and jotted them down on a pad on her desk.
‘Did Mr. Myers and Mr. Bingham put those marks on your bottom?’
‘Yes, Madam.’
‘You must have given them trouble,’ asserted the Principal in a tone that suggested there could be no other possible explanation.
‘I did nothing wrong. They assaulted me…er…Madam.’
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘They stripped me bare, sexually assaulted me and then beat me on the backside.’
The Principal raised her hand suddenly and smacked Susannah hard across her face. ‘Enough of these lies!’ she said crossly. ‘I cannot believe a word you say. You’re a proven liar with sex on the brain.’
Susannah’s left ear was ringing with the force of the slap.
‘I’ve a good mind to cane you now while your bottom is bare.’
‘I’m sorry, Madam.’
‘You admit you lied?’
‘Yes, Madam.’
‘I can see you are a slippery one. I’ll need to keep an eye on you. Not all those marks are recent, in any case. Someone else has had good reason to whip you.’
But this time when Muriel reached out towards Susannah it was to re-arrange her fringe and stroke her long hair. ‘We’ll forget all about it this time if you do something for me.’
The Principal held Susannah’s gaze as she took off her string of pearls and her earrings, before removing her smart jacket. She then undressed completely. When she was naked she padded over to the door and turned the key in the lock. Muriel went to lie down on a comfortable looking couch that took up most of the space down one wall.
‘Come, girl,’ she said, beckoning with her finger. ‘I like to relax at this time of the evening. Pleasure me.’
Susannah, her hands shaking, knelt alongside the couch and reached for Muriel’s breasts, old women’s tits, more than a little droopy but Susannah smiled as if in admiration of her figure. She stroked and caressed the wrinkled flesh, while Muriel leaned her head back on the arm of the couch, closed her eyes and exhaled with a long, heart-felt sigh.
‘If you’re so good at sex we’ll see what you can do for me.’
It was slightly easier for Susannah now that Muriel wasn’t looking at her with those laser eyes.
Very gently, Susannah reached for Muriel’s pussy and the woman brazenly opened her legs to make it easier for her.
‘This is safer than going with boys,’ Muriel said after Susannah had fingered her for some time. ‘You can’t get pregnant and you don’t get called a trollop. No one disapproves of lesbians these days. Now you can use your tongue.’
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nbsp; The Principal made room for Susannah’s head to come between her thighs and she began to lick, parting the woman’s rough pubic hairs to find her labia. It was only a short time since she’d sucked cocks and now it was the very different taste of a woman on her tongue and a different odour that filled her nostrils.
‘I can do more for you than any spotty youth, in any event,’ Muriel said dreamily, not opening her eyes. ‘I’ve a lovely collection of dildos to shag you with.’
She let out a long groan of pleasure as Susannah’s tongue probed higher and settled herself as though expecting the joy to last forever.
‘Go to it, my darling little nympho!’
Chapter Eight
Susannah listened to the girls talking in the dormitory after lights out and discovered Emma Holman was the mistress most talked about. You had to keep on her good side if you didn’t want to be flayed alive. She was acknowledged as the fiercest flogger. But she was also stunning looking and quite a number of the girls had a crush on her.
The gossip was all about her being put in charge of the punishment block. One girl had come back with tales of her ordeal in the block and how Miss Holman had lorded it over everyone else, including the men. She showed her body to someone in the shower and then to the whole dorm. It was covered in the worst bruises anyone had ever seen.
It sounded a bit like hysteria to Susannah but she was intrigued by all the talk about this one mistress.
Everyone described her as beautiful, tall and imperious with a figure to die for but a real sadist with a talent for dreaming up bizarre punishments.
Susannah had to wait for a swimming lesson before she clapped eyes on Miss Holman. If you wanted to escape her wrath you had to be undressed and in the line before she entered. The girls didn’t wear costumes and they were all standing there turning blue when Miss Holman marched in, cane in hand.
It was the teacher who’d caned her the day she’d been found in bed with Angus Dworkin! That was the strict teacher the girls had talked about. Susannah remembered how her bottom had felt after being flogged by the bitch.
To Susannah’s great surprise, Miss Holman was followed into the changing rooms by the male teacher who’d been with her that day and not one of the girls tried to cover herself; here it seemed to be accepted that a man should be there with a dozen naked girls. He too was carrying a cane and cracked it across one girl’s bottom simply because she was a little out of line. The stroke of the cane was severe enough to bring up a vivid welt across the girl’s flesh.
At Miss Holman’s command, the girls entered the pool and lined up along one side. Susannah couldn’t see a single pupil who didn’t have a good figure and pretty face and it struck her that the girls who came to Septimus Grey Academy must be selected partly on their looks whatever other criteria were applied. The male teacher, who she later found out was called Mr. Scates, stood on the other side of the baths appraising the row of naked girls.
Emma Holman (the girls liked to find out the first names of their teachers) made them practise strokes on the bath side before allowing them to get into the water. Next they were divided into two groups; beginners and strong swimmers and Susannah felt she was good enough to join the latter group.
When the formal teaching part of the lesson ended, Miss Holman informed the class they could have five minutes’ free time to swim about as they pleased.
Susannah was swimming breast stroke when she felt someone touch her between her legs and homed in on the girl she thought was the culprit. The accused girl vehemently denied any involvement and suddenly Susannah saw another girl lurking with a grin from ear to ear and knew she was a much more likely candidate.
Susannah grabbed the girl and they began to fight, splashing water everywhere, until Miss Holman shouted to them to get out and stand on the side.
Mr. Scates took them into the P. E. teachers’ office and, without letting them dry themselves, made both girls bend over and touch their toes so he could administer a thorough caning on each pair of round cheeks. After their punishment they were made to stand in opposite corners of the baths facing the wall with their well caned bottoms on view for everyone.
At the end of the lesson, Miss Holman ordered Susannah and the other girl, Belinda, to report to the punishment block. They weren’t allowed to towel themselves down or collect their clothes from the changing rooms and since Susannah hadn’t been to the punishment block before, Belinda had the task of leading her there. Susannah remembered the things she’d heard about the block from gossip in the dormitory and shivered as they walked along, partly from being naked in the open air and partly from fear.
‘What’s it like?’ she asked Belinda.
‘It doesn’t scare me,’ said Belinda but Susannah suspected this was bravado from a girl who wanted to appear tough.
As the girls made their way across part of the playground, a couple of boys in uniform passing in the opposite direction made unflattering remarks about their figures. Belinda returned fire with a stream of obscenities
***
The punishment block turned out to be a converted gymnasium. There were still bars on one wall and blackout curtains at every window but instead of the traditional gym equipment, the room was fitted with a range of devices for restraint and punishment which was enough to bring a feeling of stark terror to the bravest heart.
The girls had been locked in while Miss Holman went to get changed, leaving them to look at the equipment and try to figure out how each device worked: clearly designed to undermine their morale before the punishment started.
Susannah gulped when Emma Holman re-appeared.
The mistress was wearing a shiny black PVC catsuit and headpiece with circles cut out to let her breasts show. She stood on high black platform shoes and was carrying a long cane. Tall already, the boots made her look frighteningly dominant. Mr. Scates followed close behind, like an acolyte, carrying other whips, canes and items of clothing across his arms as if ceremonially.
It appeared to be a ritual they had devised and Susannah knew she and Belinda were to be cast as sacrificial victims.
First, Susannah had to watch Scates prepare Belinda for her ordeal:
A blindfold (black)
A ball gag with black Velcro straps.
Arms behind her back with thick black cuffs round her wrists.
Black ropes tied round her torso, isolating and pushing forward each white breast.
Ankle restraints to match the cuffs round her wrists.
And all the time Emma Holman watched and waited, flicking the whip with tiny movements so that it snaked along the floor as though with a life of its own, as though it was impatient to begin.
Mr Scates carried Belinda to the pillory, opened the hinged wooden boards, shoved her head and arms into the half moons, brought down the upper section to complete the circles and then walked round to view her face from the front, a face from which her character had been wiped clean. He returned to his position behind her and Susannah fancied he looked at her naked white back with almost drooling anticipation for he rubbed his hands together.
Susannah had the impression they were playacting for each other, perhaps as a prelude to sex. There was certainly a bond between them.
Miss Holman stepped up to the pillory and struck Belinda fiercely across her bottom. Susannah heard a grunt muffled by the gag.
Belinda had a full figure, verging on chubby and her cheeks were fleshy and round. Susannah saw them literally quiver with the force of the first stroke, and then the vivid purplish ridge appear.
It was the first of many strokes.
Miss Holman covered her back and bottom with stripes and then moved lower to decorate the backs of her thighs and her legs in the same way. Susannah was horrified by the unrelenting brutality of the beating; it was no wonder the girls were in awe of the woman.
Then it was her turn.
As Mr. Scates came for her she disgraced herself.
She was so terrified and it was so long since she�
��d been that suddenly she felt her warm pee run down her legs and splash on the wooden floor.
Susannah, with drops of urine still dribbling down her legs, took her position as the master pulled her arms behind her back to cuff them and prepared her in the same way Belinda had been prepared… blindfold, gag, ropes, leg restraints…
Susannah could have been Belinda because she was anonymous by the time she was trussed up and clamped in the pillory but her body was slimmer and her bottom less voluptuous.
Emma Holman thrashed her cane across her new victim’s cheeks with at least as much force as she’d used on Belinda and there was a loud thwack as wood kissed flesh.
After a few more strokes, there were hands feeling her bottom, tracing the weals across her cheeks and she guessed it was Scates. His fingers strayed to her pussy and he fingered her briefly before Miss Holman resumed the flogging with renewed vigour. Susannah wondered if she was venting her anger at seeing her boyfriend touching another woman in such an intimate place.
She braced herself to deal with the searing pain of another stroke.
***
When her punishment was over, Susannah was taken to Miss Holman’s office where there was an adjoining shower, Mr. Scates having taken Belinda back to the main school complex.
As the mistress locked them in, Susannah wondered why Miss Holman had brought her to her own changing room. Each time a person had locked doors in this place it had been a prelude to an assault, physical or sexual or both.
She watched Emma peel off her catsuit and stand naked before her.
The mistress had a stunningly beautiful body and seemed keen to flaunt it, perfect full breasts with wide aureoles and erect nipples, slender waist, great legs and a very dark bush.
She made Susannah feel she was a young girl looking at a woman in her prime, in full bloom, mature, curvaceous and utterly confident about her looks.
When she stepped into the shower, Miss Holman didn’t pull the curtain across and Susannah continued to stare. It was difficult not to look at her. It took her mind away from the pain that pulsed through her own body.
