School of Discipline: The Complete Trilogy: Victorian BDSM Erotica

by Anna Austin

  "You were behaving like an absolute whore during my lesson. I do not tolerate that kind of behaviour, and you should know that by now. It is not ladylike." He said sternly, and before I had the chance to retort, he drew his hand back and spanked me. Hard. I cried out in pain, fingers curling up against the wood of the desk - and yet, I managed to blink away my tears and remain standing.

  "I just wanted to grab your attention." I said meekly, injecting a false innocence into my voice that I was sure would infuriate him.

  I was right about that - his next slap was tinged with anger. He hit me even harder, making sure to drag his nails down the supple skin of my ass as he did so. I was quite certain that by the time he retracted his hand, a red mark was already blooming. I bit my lip hard enough to draw beads of blood, though the pain didn't stop my pussy from throbbing with need.

  "Were you, perhaps...jealous when I touched Anna earlier?" He asked, voice surprisingly composed, considering the situation. I let out a labored breath, knees knocking together as I tried to gather up enough poise and courage to answer that question. I tilted my head, looking over my shoulder at him.

  To my surprise, his face was flushed and his pupils were blown. I indulged a little, allowing my eyes to roam down his body - I was surprised to find that his pants were tented. The fact that he'd gotten this worked up over punishing me was extremely rewarding, and I couldn't help but grin as I answered him.

  "Yes, of course I was jealous- ever since I got here, you've been paying special attention to me. So to have another girl take that away from me...it would make any woman jealous." I pouted, pursing my lips as cutely as I possibly could.

  Professor Knott looked astonished for a moment, but he quickly collected his thoughts and struck me again. Not as hard this time - he seemed somewhat uncertain, and I didn't like that. I didn't want him to hold back. I shook my ass at him, tantalizing. I knew that I shouldn't push him, seeing as he had the power to really hurt me, but I couldn't help it. I wanted this so badly, I wanted to live out last night's wet dream, and this opportunity...it was absolutely perfect.

  "Come on, you can do better than that-" I encouraged him.

  Evidently, this was the wrong thing to say. Professor Knott did not like having his authority challenged, and he promptly grabbed me by the ponytail and yanked my head back, glaring at me with those insanely dark eyes of his. My heart thudded nervously, and I was worried that I might be suspended, or worse - expelled.

  "You will not tell me what to do, Penelope." He growled, shoving my head back down onto the desk and walking away from me, across the classroom. I was trembling with an odd combination of fear and arousal, and I turned my head in his direction, worriedly watching as he rummaged through a cabinet near his own desk.

  To my horror, he drew out a long, rattan cane. He made eye contact with me, and my blood ran cold. I knew what he planned on doing with that thing, and I knew I was absolutely in over my head at this point. I didn't want to suffer, and this was far worse than what I had anticipated.

  And yet, much to my dismay, there was a part of me that was excited to see how this would play out. Professor Knott was admittedly extremely sexy when angry, and I couldn't wait to see if he'd let me do anything about that tent in his pants. I decided to remain where I was, bracing myself for the onslaught of pain.

  I heard the whistle of the cane as he drew it back, and he struck me with it. I felt a welt form where he had hit me, and my mouth hung open as my body tried to process the pain. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I wanted to beg him to stop, but I couldn't force the sentence out. That awful whistle sounded again, he hit me for a second time. My tears hit the wood of the desk, and the hoarse noise that left my lips barely sounded like me at all.

  He hit the backs of my thighs with the cane, causing me to wince and my toes to curl. It hurt so badly, but I could feel my pussy overflowing, my panties soaked through and through. I didn't want to admit it, but feeling pain like this, at the hands of such an attractive man...it was exhilarating, to say the least.

  He struck me across the ass, and I moaned - he was evidently not expecting this, seeing as he stepped back for a moment. I heard a soft sound behind me, and suddenly there were lips on my thighs, kissing along the welts that had formed there. Professor Knott kissed up and down my abused body, his gentle hands running over my flesh.

  And just as I had been lulled into a false sense of security, he stood up behind me, and I heard that infernal cane whiz through the air again, striking me in a particularly sensitive spot on my left cheek. I dug my nails into the wood of the desk as much as I could, gritting my teeth in order to get myself through the pain.

  He drew the cane back again, and I was worried that he'd strike me again. I had my limits, after all - I was already close to passing out from the sharp sting of the welts on my thighs. Instead, he gave me a bit of a pleasant surprise. I felt the end of the cane press against my pussy, rubbing back and forth. I moaned in spite of myself, moving myself against it.

  Professor Knott seemed to like this reaction, because he continued moving the cane back and forth, allowing me to pleasure myself on it. I was already near climax, especially after all the fantasizing I'd done about this situation.

  "Penelope, you really are a slut, aren't you?" He asked, voice deep and husky from arousal. I wanted him so badly, I was tempted to turn around and grab his dick right then and there, but I knew that I had to obey. So I simply nodded, rubbing my soaking pussy onto the cane that had been used to punish me mere minutes before.

  Both of us were startled out of our mutual stupor, that infernal haze of lust that blinded those idiotic enough to walk into it - the sharp, shrill noise of a bell ringing brought us back to reality. The fact of the matter was, there was another class in this room - Professor Knott's math lesson for the second years. He drew the cane away from my pussy, resulting in a whine of reluctance being drawn from my lips.

  "Penelope..." Professor Knott sighed. I stood up, straightening my posture, and turned to face him directly. His eyes were even more lust-clouded than they had been before, and I instinctively reached down, my hand gently stroking the bulge in his pants. I marveled at how large it felt, and I bit my lip, wanting more of him.

  I knew all too well that I shouldn't do this - I couldn't do this. It wasn't ladylike, and I would surely be expelled for misconduct. But Professor Knott was doing absolutely nothing to stop me, despite the fact that students were outside, knocking on the locked door.

  "Penelope-" He panted. "I'm going to make an example of you. Stay right there."

  I had no idea what he meant, but before I could react, he had pulled away from me and was making his way over to the door, his footsteps carrying a surprising amount of urgency. I stood on the spot, still shaky with arousal, and wondered desperately as to what he could possibly mean. How did he plan to 'make an example' of me?

  To my horror, Professor Knott unlocked the door, allowing all of the second-year students inside. They looked at me, raising their eyebrows in confusion, before taking their seats. Once the last of them had entered the room, the door was slammed shut, and Professor Knott made his way back over to me, facing the class.

  "Good morning, class-" Professor Knott's overly-professional voice boomed throughout the room. I stood alongside him, ashamed by the looks that the girls in front of me were giving me. My face was hot, and I couldn't make eye contact with any of them without feeling utterly humiliated. I'm sure that they knew why I was here.

  "Class, this is Penelope." Professor Knott explained, gesturing towards me. "Penelope here is going to help me show you how we treat sluts in this academy." His voice was so curt and composed that the subject matter sounded completely off coming from him. The girls all flushed pink as they realized what was about to happen - I was about to be punished right here, right in front of them.

  I didn't know what sort of punishment Professor Knott had in mind this time, but seeing as his pants were still tented, I assumed that it would be s
omewhat sexual in nature. For all my bravado and enthusiasm earlier, the idea of doing something sexual in front of such a large audience was terrifying - I would feel so, so ashamed.

  And yet, that shame spurred me on, and I felt my pussy throb with want.

  "Penelope, would you kindly bend over my desk? I want everyone to see you."

  I did as I was told, leaning over the side of Professor Knott's desk, so that every student had a good view of me. He came up behind me, running a large, strong hand over my ass. I was so nervous that I swore I could feel my heartbeat speeding up. My knees quivered, knocking against each other as I struggled to keep myself standing.

  "Okay - class, I want you to watch this. Earlier today, Miss Penelope here was not behaving in a ladylike manner. Rather, she was acting like a common whore - here at Saint Severine's School for Turbulent Young Ladies, we encourage all of our students to behave with grace and dignity."

  I looked out at the sea of young women, face flushed with shame. I saw one of them raise her hand, and I braced myself for whatever question she could possibly have regarding this whole ordeal.

  "What did Miss Penelope do?"

  "Miss Penelope...well, let's just put it this way. A woman should not tease a man sexually, because men can not control their urges, nor should they be expected to. And Miss Penelope has violated that cardinal rule of our academy today."

  The girl nodded, apparently satisfied with that answer. I felt hands on my hips, and before I knew it, Professor Knott was tugging my panties down, allowing them to rest around my knees. I knew that only a few girls had a good view of my pussy, but it was humiliating nonetheless. I shuddered as he ran a finger over my dripping hole, but I remained silent.

  "Miss Penelope is a prime example of a slut - look how she reacts to my finger." Professor Knott remarked, inserting his long, skilled finger into my aching pussy. I couldn't help it - I let out a debauched moan, squirming against the desk as he fingered me. I had gone so long without touching myself, and I was desperate for this feeling.

  I rutted my hips back against his finger, causing the room of girls to gasp in horror. I didn't care what they thought of me - I was far too turned on to act chaste and pure right now. When I heard the harsh metallic noise of a zipper being undone, I began to salivate. I needed Professor Knott inside me right then and there.

  "Penelope, tell me what you want-" He asked, and though he was attempting to keep his voice as firm and professional as possible, it was obvious that he was overcome with want, and that fact was extremely gratifying. I knew exactly what I wanted, though I was slightly worried about saying it out loud in front of such a large audience.

  "I...I want you inside of me." I murmured. When Professor Knott feigned deafness, I knew that I had to speak up. Shivering with need, hands balled up into fists on the desk, I gathered up every ounce of courage in my being. "I want your cock in me."

  My voice echoed throughout the room, and it earned me a ripple of nervous laughter from the students. It seemed to be a satisfactory response in Professor Knott's opinion, however. He turned to face the class once more.

  "When it comes to sluts, there's only one thing that satisfies them, and that is cock. If a slut goes too long without getting cock, she will start to act out, like Miss Penelope here." He explained, before turning back to me and teasing my hole with the head of his dick. I moaned, pressing my hips back in an effort to get him inside of me.

  Finally, he began to push himself inside of me. Several girls gasped, overjoyed to be privy to such a raunchy display. I felt whole, and I wriggled back against his cock, eager for him to fill me up even more. I had never done anything like this before, but the slight pain of losing my virginity was nothing compared to the brutal caning from before.

  He stretched me to my limits, his nails digging into the plump flesh of my hips deliciously, adding just enough pain to keep things interesting. I cried out in pleasure, eyes screwed shut. I no longer cared that the students were watching me - Professor Knott and I were the only two people who existed in that wonderful moment.

  He began to move inside of me, setting a rough pace. It was too much for me - a string of sweet nothings and depraved moans spilled out from between my lips, and this only encouraged him to speed things up even more. I was already so close, but when I moved a hand down to play with my clit, Professor Knott grabbed my wrist firmly, and shoved it back up onto the desk.

  It was too much, it felt far too good - I knew that I wouldn't last much longer. I was drooling onto the desk, tongue lolling out as he fucked me harder than I had ever imagined was possible. Upon opening my eyes for a brief moment, I was met with horrified stares from the other girls, many of whom were whispering about how much of a slut I was to their friends.

  I found that I couldn't bring myself to care - not when Professor Knott's dick was seven inches deep in me, pounding into me, thrusts growing erratic. It was obvious that he was close, and I didn't care about the risks - I wanted him to cum inside of me.

  "Do it- inside-" I panted desperately. The students were quite shocked at this - those who had been close enough to hear me gasped and gave each other looks of astonishment. Professor Knott merely tightened his grip on my hips and began to thrust even more roughly inside of me.

  Finally, I reached my climax, my walls clamping down around him and my thighs twitching with pleasure. I cried out, my moan echoing through the room as I felt his hot seed fill me up. He rode out his orgasm, hips bucking slowly in and out of me, making sure I took in every last drop.

  When he finally pulled out, I heaved a sigh at the loss, cum dripping from my abused hole, spilling over the cane-induced welts. The students gave me looks of disdain and judgement, but I was too satisfied to pay them any mind.

  "And so, class- that is how you take care of a slut." Professor Knott explained, pulling his pants back up and assuming his professional demeanor once again. "Penelope, I'd like to see you after school today, if possible."

  I nodded excitedly, redressing with as much composure as I could.

  "You had better go and get yourself cleaned up."

  "Okay."

  "I'm looking forward to our after-school lesson." He grinned.

  "So am I."

  Spanking Selena

  I had always been a model child growing up. My parents were members of our society's aristocracy, and therefore, a lot was expected of me. I was their only child, and so their reputations rested entirely on my shoulders. It was a burden I had been happy to bear during my childhood - I was consistently praised for being clever and charming, and I was modest and humble in my interactions with the other children in our neighborhood.

  My parents were overjoyed to have raised such an obedient, beautiful daughter. My looks were praised by every guest to ever set foot within our manor - it grew to be a subject of embarrassment for me. I did not consider myself to be particularly attractive, but as I aged, it became clear that I fit within society's idea of the 'perfect woman'. My hair was long and blonde, and my eyes were an angelic baby blue color. My lips were pink and pursed, and my body was slim in all the right places.

  When I had my eighteenth birthday, my parents threw me a party. Guests from all across town were invited, and needless to say, I was somewhat nervous about being the centre of attention. The frock that my mother had given me as a gift was a bit too tight, and it showed off my frame in ways I hadn't imagined possible. It was only a dress, but somehow I felt as though I was being forced into womanhood a bit too early.

  As it so happened, the dress wasn't to be my mother's final gift for the evening. No, her true gift for me was a thousand times more shocking. She had invited to our house a man that I did not recognize. He appeared to be only a few years older than myself - very tall, very charming, very good-looking. My cheeks flushed pink when my mother introduced him to me.

  "Hello, Miss Selena." He'd began, his voice deep and rich like chocolate. I squirmed awkwardly under his gaze, shifting my weight from left to right as
I tried to find something for my eyes to focus on that wasn't his face. "My name is Peter Watson." I nodded awkwardly, extending a hand towards him, hoping he'd shake it and then leave me be.

  My mother's frown told me that there was something else at stake.

  "Selena," She said, her tone stern. "This man is to be your groom. He's made an arrangement with your father and I, and you two are to be married at the end of the month."

  Peter seemed taken aback at the fact that the situation hadn't been properly explained to me until just now. His eyebrows shot up, and he turned to look at my mother, the worry in his eyes almost tangible. He seemed like a kind man, and I knew that my parents had been planning on arranging a marriage for me for quite some time now - it was just a bit too sudden.

  Hastily, I straightened my back, willing the blood to drain from my bright red cheeks. I had to regain my composure - I couldn't humiliate my parents by acting unkindly towards my groom-to-be. I met his eyes bravely, smiling up at him with what I hoped would look like confidence.

  "Ah, of course!" I blurted awkwardly. My mother winced at the forced joviality in my voice. "Yes, yes - it's very nice to meet you, Mr. Watson." I smiled. "I look forward to our marriage immensely. Perhaps we should spend tonight getting to know each other?"

  Peter Watson seemed pleased with the response, and he grinned down at me, the height difference making me a little nervous. He nodded, accepting my offer of companionship, and we were off. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw how relieved my mother looked. Once again, I was thrilled to have made her proud. My poise is truly unrivaled, I thought to myself.

  And so, we were married at the end of the month. A lovely spring wedding - I was happy to have joined the Adams and Watson families together. As it so happened, Peter was a member of another powerful family in our area, and this marriage would enable my family to reach their lofty social status. I thought the whole thing a bit silly, but I wasn't going to say so.