On A Short Leash

by Lindsay Ross

  She watched the water trickle through Emma’s pubic hair so the pouting pink lips were visible and then it ran over her soft white thighs.

  Susannah felt stirrings in her own pussy. She had always considered herself bi-sexual. Her physical contact with the Principal had not been unpleasant but the thought of having sex with Emma Holman made her heart flutter and her vagina tingle.

  Emma would probably come closer to being like Malcolm than most men. She seemed to have the natural instincts of a dominatrix, as though it was her vocation and not simply role-play, though it was clear there was something going on between her and Mr. Scates. But they seemed more like brother and sister, partners in sadism, rather than complementary in a sexual sense. Susannah doubted they were lovers, more likely fellow aficionados of flagellation.

  There was no doubting the look on his face when Emma was flogging Belinda; it was an expression of blatant lust and vicarious joy.

  Emma stepped out of the shower and threw a towel to Susannah, came close to her, presenting her back to her first and Susannah dabbed her shoulders and shoulder blades, her lovely tapering back and the rounded cheeks of her bottom. What struck Susannah as well as the perfect hour-glass lines of Emma’s figure was her flawless skin; it was universally white and unblemished except for a few tiny moles round her neck and was downy soft at the base of her spine. She dried the woman gently in the cleft between her smooth cheeks and patted the backs of her thighs with the thick white towel.

  Then Emma turned. Her breasts were uplifted and firm with her nipples so erect Susannah wondered if she’d moved the dial on the shower to cold before getting out. There were little goose-bumps round the nipples, too, and drops of water stood proud on the downward slope of her breasts. Susannah’s hands trembled a little as she reached out with the towel.

  She felt her own nipples harden and her pussy moisten as she gently dried Emma’s beautiful breasts and hoped her body pleased the mistress a little at least. Muriel had said she was nothing special and couldn’t understand why boys liked her but then she’d said her tits were pleasant enough or some such words.

  When Emma raised her arms, Susannah dried her smoothly shaved armpits. Then, her heart beating more quickly, she took the towel lower and dabbed it against Emma’s Venus mound, drying her bush of black hairs, then lower still to part the outer lips of her vagina just a little as she dried there.

  Emma took the towel away from Susannah and, by pressing the top of her head, made her kneel so her face was level with the teacher’s pussy.

  It was a clear indication that she should use her tongue in the same way that Muriel Janus had demanded. Did all the women at the Septimus Grey Academy like sex with other women? Suddenly the image of Belinda’s naked body came into Susannah’s head, the sight of her dark brown pussy lips exposed below the overhang of her cheeks as she received her caning and Susannah felt more aroused.

  She had to admit to herself that the way Belinda was presented, helpless and powerless and unable to resist, made her want to push her own fingers into her sex and she would have done so but for the presence of the two teachers.

  Emma lowered both hands and held back her outer lips with her fingers to make it easier for Susannah’s tongue to find her clitoris and, when she did, Susannah sucked on it voraciously.

  The pain in Susannah’s body receded as she concentrated on giving Emma what she wanted, glad that she had been chosen over Belinda. She licked and sucked and added her saliva to Emma’s flowing juices until the mistress grabbed her hair and began to shudder and thrust her pelvis forward as her orgasm approached.

  Then there were cries and groans of ecstasy, so long and loud that Susannah thought anyone within earshot was bound to hear. They were sounds of a woman’s total abandonment, involuntary and uncontrolled, uninhibited and without shame.

  But the punishment block was isolated and Susannah knew no-one would know what was happening.

  Chapter Nine

  Susannah went to find Belinda and discovered her in her dormitory, lying naked on her front while another girl called Tina was pressing a bag containing ice cubes against the livid stripes across her back and bottom.

  There was something about Belinda’s body that Susannah liked the more she looked at it. She was not fat but her ample curves and rounded fleshiness was in contrast to Susannah’s slimmer body.

  ‘Lie on the next bed,’ said Belinda. ‘Tina’ll see to you in a minute.’

  Susannah noticed Belinda had dropped her hard-girl tone of voice and seemed friendly. It was probably unity in the face of adversity.

  Tina had set the ice to one side and was now rubbing a cream all over Belinda’s back.

  ‘You’ll find this soothing,’ Belinda told Susannah, ‘and it deadens the pain. I’ll swing for that bitch Holman one of these days. What happened with you? Did Holman have you?’

  ‘Is that what she does?’

  ‘You don’t need to pretend with me, Susie. She’s known for it.’

  ‘Has she done it with you?’

  ‘She’s touched me up before now. It’s no use complaining because Janus is just as bad and they cover for each other. They’re all it in here, the blokes as well.’

  ‘Like Mr. Scates?’

  ‘Scates is a sadistic bastard, but you’ve got to watch out for all of them.’

  ‘Are all the female teachers lesbians?’

  ‘Don’t you like dykes, Susannah?’

  ‘Oh no, I didn’t mean that. I just wondered…’

  ‘Most of them swing both ways, they shag the lads when they get the chance and use the girls as well, but I reckon Janus only likes females. What really turns Holman on is inflicting pain, but I think she prefers girls to boys.’

  ‘It all sounds complicated,’ said Susannah. ‘Hard to remember who likes who.’

  Belinda reached across to Susannah’s bed and grasped her hand.

  ‘I like you, Susie,’ she said. ‘Did from the moment I saw you which is why I groped you in the pool. Sorry.’

  ‘I didn’t realise. I thought you had it for me.’

  ‘Just making myself known. So I hope you don’t hate lesbians?’

  ‘No, I don’t. I was just curious about the teachers. I like you too, Belinda.’ Susannah squeezed her hand.

  Susannah was pleased to hear that someone in the place liked her. It might mean her stay at Septimus Grey was not as miserable as she had anticipated.

  ***

  But what Susanna and Belinda did together in private moments turned out to be brief interludes in a seemingly endless experience of pain and humiliation. Some of her worst ordeals were at the hands of Myers and Bingham. They had rooms up at the top of the building and, unknown to anyone else so far as Susannah could make out, they had converted the loft above their bedroom into a place to take the pupils they wished to abuse.

  Access to the loft was by a ladder that came down as the hatch was lowered and folded away into the space once people had climbed up.

  When Myers came for her the first time, Susannah tried to imagine him as Malcolm but it didn’t work.

  She tried to think herself into the state of mind she’d experienced when Malcolm had hoisted her aloft in the stable and had taken his whip to her but couldn’t see the gross figure of the porter as a substitute for a man she’d loved and admired.

  Bingham was already sitting in the room as were three other men Susannah knew to be staff she’d seen working in the school grounds or in the kitchens. They were perched on rolls of old carpet and underlay. The loft appeared to be acting as a storage space for such items along with old curtains and seat covers.

  There was a skylight in the sloping roof and a single bare bulb hung from a fitting set in one of the wooden beams.

  As Susannah’s head emerged into the space she was first aware of the strong smell of men’s sweat, then their eyes boring into her and the lustful expressions on their faces. She was terrified, knowing she could expect no mercy from such a threatening looking
bunch. They’d already started drinking because she could see each man had a bottle beside him and there was a crate of beer resting on a mound of old curtain linings.

  Susannah also saw a bundle of canes all with the traditional curved handle and wondered if her body could stand any more beating; the marks from Miss Holman’s punishment were still prominent though the swelling had gone down.

  Near the canes, looking like sleeping snakes, were coils of rope.

  As her eyes took in everything, Susannah became aware that there were a number of metal rings fixed into the beams.

  She stood in her uniform, feeling sick with fear waiting for one of them to begin the torture.

  ‘What’s your name, whore?’ asked one.

  ‘Susannah, Sir,’ she said, her mouth so dry the words were scarcely audible. She knew she would have to do everything to ingratiate herself if she was to escape the worst they could do to her. She needed to be humble and meek, compliant, acknowledging their superior status as men, conforming to the fantasy they all shared that women should be totally submissive.

  ‘This is the slut I told you about,’ said Myers. ‘She’s a bitch in heat. She got expelled from her last school for fucking all the lads.’

  It might not be strictly true, thought Susannah, but obviously someone knew about her history and someone had been blabbing.

  ‘Do you frig yourself, Susie?’ another man asked her.

  ‘Sometimes, Sir,’ she answered.

  ‘Show us, then.’

  Susannah, her face burning with embarrassment, took off her blazer and laid it flat on the floor. She pulled her knickers down to her knees then hitched up her little grey skirt so they could see her pussy. She placed two fingers on her outer lips, low down, and rubbed herself adding little deep-throated ‘ugh!’ sounds to suggest she was already enjoying what she was going.

  ‘What sort of girl are you?’ asked Bingham.

  ‘A dirty girl, Sir,’ she said in a little voice. ‘A filthy slut.’

  ‘What do you think about when you get off like this?’

  She knew what she should say. What she had to say. If she didn’t play the whore they’d force her.

  ‘Big cocks, Sir.’

  ‘Our cocks? Are you thinking about our cocks right now?’

  ‘Yes, Sir. Your cocks, getting really hard.’

  ‘And balls?’

  ‘And your balls, Sir, huge and hairy.’

  ‘Do you suck cocks and balls?

  ‘Yes, Sir. I’m gagging for it.’

  ‘Do you take cocks up your arse?’ Two of them stifled giggles.

  ‘Yes, Sir.’

  Bingham came to her, loosened her tie and took it off. He unbuttoned her shirt down the front and lifted it from her slim white shoulders. He undid her bra and threw it on the floor. Then he bent down and dragged her knickers to her ankles. She was naked and she frigged herself more vigorously.

  ‘Squat down and open your legs so we can see your cunt properly,’ one of them ordered her.

  Susannah obeyed, spreading her legs as wide as she could, inserting fingers now and pushing them up and down rapidly the way they’d expect a woman to masturbate. So far they hadn’t hurt her. She wanted to delay pain for as long as she could. It meant utter humiliation but that was what she had to get used to.

  She saw two of the five men were rubbing the fronts of their trousers and the rest were shifting about restlessly.

  ‘Time to strip off, boys,’ said Myers. ‘Let Susie see what a lucky girl she is.’ They took off their clothes and sat down again and she was aware every man there had an erection.

  ‘Here, use that,’ said Bingham and handed Susannah a beer bottle. She had no choice but to push the neck into her gaping snatch and continue to frig herself with her right hand, using her left hand to bear her weight.

  She was aware she was wet by now and the bottle slipped up and down easily. She knew she should despise herself for getting aroused, knowing it was because she was the centre of attention, knowing she was driving them crazy, knowing she was the reason every man jack of them had a hard on. It was humiliating and thrilling at the same time. The paradox was she was powerless, yet powerful.

  Myers, to whom the others deferred, took the bottle away from her and lifted her to her feet. He took her to stand under the rings and, putting his hands round her slim waist, lifted her so she had to grasp them, leaving her dangling with her feet off the floor.

  They surrounded her, pawing and prodding, fingers probing her orifices and pinching her flesh, some biting her thighs and bottom, others licking her hungrily. They were anything but gentle in the way they treated her body as they and their erections slapped against her.

  Susannah’s arms were aching with the effort of clinging to the rings and she wondered how long she would be able to hang on. She guessed they would simply put her back if she collapsed, probably after giving her a good caning first.

  When they picked up their canes it was no surprise to Susannah but she was filled with dread, nevertheless.

  When they spaced themselves out they had sufficient room to swing their canes to strike her from all sides. Thwack! Crack! The canes struck her front and back simultaneously and pain took hold again. If her back and bottom bore the brunt, her breasts were also dealt their share and she was caned across her flat belly and hips, all the way down her legs.

  Whether it was the force of the strokes or simply the waning of her strength, Susannah could hang on no longer and she fell from the rings and collapsed in a heap.

  Myers pulled her by the hair to raise her from the floor.

  They were quickly round her again and she had to take a cock in each hand and lower her mouth over another. Others forced her onto hands and knees so she could be penetrated from behind.

  She knew she would have to satisfy each and every one of them before she was allowed to descend the ladder.

  Suddenly there was a tapping on the hatch from underneath; someone was using the pole that opened it for the purpose of attracting attention, three taps in all. Myers answered the signal by tapping three times with his shoe on his side of the hatch.

  Susannah was surprised to see Belinda, wearing nothing but a loose T-shirt, being pushed into the room by another of the porters, who closed the loft hatch behind him.

  ‘Here’s the other one Madam had in the punishment block,’ he told the others. ‘I could see everything through the chink in the blackout curtains. A fine sight seeing Miss Holman in her black cat suit thrashing these two bare arsed lasses.’

  ‘And now we can hammer home the lesson,’ said Myers. ‘Teach them true obedience.’

  ‘That’s not all I saw,’ said the newcomer. ‘Holman had this one eating her pussy.’

  It seemed the gang had a peephole into Miss Holman’s changing room as well as a place to watch what went on in the punishment block.

  Susannah wondered where else they had spy holes, thinking of the girls’ changing rooms and showers.

  ‘Two more fucking dykes,’ said Myers scornfully. ‘You can show us what you get up to.’

  Susannah was told to take Belinda’s T-shirt off and have sex with her.

  The two naked girls got down on the carpets and began to kiss and fondle each other whilst the men crowded round; some taking their cocks in their hands to masturbate as they watched the entertainment.

  It was a chance for Susannah to feel Belinda’s curvaceous body and despite the intimidating audience she enjoyed caressing her, gaining confidence from knowing Belinda’s sexual preference was other girls.

  She expected Belinda to take the lead but found she was still aroused by what the men had done to her before Belinda’s arrival and it was Susannah who was the first to push her fingers into Belinda’s pussy.

  Then they took up the sixty-nine position and lapped between each other’s thighs, emitting exaggerated cries suggesting almost unbearable ecstasy for the benefit of the onlookers.

  Unable to hold back any longer, the men eve
ntually separated the girls and both were fucked vigorously.

  When they had exhausted their lust, Myers ordered that the two girls should be hog-tied and left in the loft until the men had their next break, when they could be used again. Susannah had guessed the ropes would be used sooner or later. Both were bound tight. There was no means of escape.

  PART THREE

  Chapter Ten

  After a term at the Septimus Grey Academy, Susannah was judged to have made good progress. Good progress meant she had become more compliant and more biddable. There were two main influences behind the transformation. One was that Belinda took Susannah under her wing and protected her when necessary. She was introduced to the rest of the lesbian sisterhood and became accepted and popular within the circle. The clique was strong enough to withstand regular ridicule from those girls who regarded themselves as exclusively heterosexual and who enjoyed fooling about with the boys as well as some serious relationships that caused conflict and rivalry.

  The other influence was Emma Holman.

  Susannah’s feelings about Miss Holman had changed and developed over the weeks to a point where the word crush was probably apposite. What had happened in Miss Holman’s office, the sexual contact, had been repeated a number of times at different locations and one night she’d been summoned to Emma’s bed. Emma. She used the teacher’s first name inside her own head but never out loud.

  There was a sense in which Emma had replaced Malcolm.

  Susannah had never thought it possible that a dominant woman could make her enjoy subservience as Malcolm had done, but when Emma squatted on her as though she was a toilet, her sex juiced up instantly.

  There were other girls Miss Holman used to satisfy her sexual needs, unsurprisingly when she had a choice of all the girl students and most of her female colleagues. Susannah was striving to become her favourite which meant she had not just to obey every instruction to the letter but that she had to tune into the same wavelength as her mistress, anticipating what she wanted almost before she realised herself.