The Girlspell III
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‘Be sure to thank her,’ the boys said in chorus.
As the first lad bent over Prudence and swiped the paddle across her breasts, which shivered and bounced resiliently, Miss Newcombe contentedly left them to their fun. It was surprising how things worked out for the best in the end. Now she had a meeting with Major Havercotte-gore to plan and a story to tell once again.
Prudence moaned ecstatically as the boy tanned her breasts with just the right degree of firmness. She opened her legs a little wider and begged mutely with her eyes. He dropped the paddle, pulled down his trousers and fell upon her, his hard shaft sliding effortlessly up her slippery and welcoming sheath.
As he rode her helpless body with youthful delight, she discovered that if one had the courage to give pleasure unconditionally, to the right person, it was repaid in kind. How had she missed seeing this simple truth for so many years?
That was why she had taken her revenge, of course. Not on those who had humiliated her but on her own selfish nature that had held her more of a prisoner than she was now. The chains had not been easy to break but it was done and Arabella was no more. She was Prudence: a humble school slave and the plaything of so many young men’s cocks. And she would serve them not just faithfully but with a greater purpose. She knew they already lusted after her so joyfully and innocently, which was a thrill all of its own, but she would also strive to make them love her. That would be a challenge because all her life she had been suspicious of love, and its bedfellow: compassion, perhaps resenting and mocking their power because she had not understood them. But at least she could recognise them now. She had felt their presence all around her in the barn the night Arabella had been put to rest.
Of course it would be a challenge but being a slave did not mean she had surrendered her determination. Besides, Prudence could do anything she wanted now because she was no longer alone. She had her sister slaves for companionship. And one day, perhaps not so far off, they might even learn to call her… friend.
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