School of Discipline: The Complete Trilogy: Victorian BDSM Erotica

by Anna Austin

  “…going to COMMME!”

  My orgasm engulfed me. My whole body shook as waves of unbelievable pleasure washed through me. I was crying out incoherently, my legs quivering and my cunt pulsating as I lost control. Had it not been for the fact that Beatrice and Harriet were still holding onto my wrists I sure that I would have slithered onto the floor and lain there in a quivering heap.

  I shut my eyes and bit my lips. Slowly, the intense pleasure began to fade, although all my skin was still tingling. I felt both exhausted and energised at the same time. I wanted more, but I was afraid that my delicate body would not be able to take the strain.

  Dr Grimm must have given a signal, for I found myself being turned around to face him. The two girls set me down into a sitting position on the desk, my arse burning where the throbbing skin came into contact with the hard, polished wood. Dr Grimm stood before me, still in his night gown, his face slightly flushed. I looked downwards, and noticed that there was a huge bulge jutting from between his legs, causing the material to tent outwards.

  He smiled at me and addressed me as though nothing was untoward. “Your punishment is now complete, my dear. However, at St Severine’s it is customary for girls to show their gratitude to whichever Master has punished them. Tell, me Tabitha, are you a virgin?”

  I lowered my eyes again to the bulge in his nightgown. I was a little scared, but also tremendously excited.

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied truthfully. “I am as pure as fresh winter snow.”

  His smile widened. “Then what better way for you to show your gratitude than my allowing me to be the first to fuck your tight little virgin cunt.”

  Only half an hour ago, the prospect would have appalled me. But I was changed forever, a dark and insatiable desire having been awakened within me. I still feared Dr Grimm, but it was he who had unleashed my unspoken fantasies. It was only fitting that it should be he who should be the one to deprive me of my innocence, once and for all.

  I lowered my eyes. “Whatever you say Sir.”

  He smiled. “Girls, you may leave us. This will need a little privacy.”

  The three of them looked rather disappointed, but trooped out obediently.

  I lay back on the desk, trembling with anticipation. My nipples were hard and down between by legs I was still wet, which was just as well given the size of Dr Grimm’s manhood. He positioned himself between my legs, pulling them apart slightly so that they were splayed out on either side of him. He lined his cock up with my slit, then paused.

  “Are you ready, Tabitha? Shall I make you into a real woman?”

  “Yes,” I breathed softly. I wanted it more than anything in the world.

  Dr Grimm pressed his cock against my opening, and I felt my soft petals begin to part as he pushed himself inside me. He was looking down at me, watching as he took my innocence, and I looked back at him. He still had that stern look on his face, but now I realized what a handsome fellow he truly was. There was moments pain as I felt something tear inside of me, and I gritted my teeth and dug my fingers into the surface of the table. I gave out a little moan of pain, but then my body stopped resisting and he slid deep inside of me.

  My God, but it felt good. My passage was tight and trim around his hard cock, and I could feel it throbbing inside of me. He began to fuck me with slow, measured strokes, still looking down so that he could see his hard length slip in and out of my slippery wet cunt. He rested one hand on the desk to balance himself, but with the other he reached down and pressed his thumb against my lip. I looked into his piercing eyes as I bit down on it, nibbling and sucking on it as he began to pick up the pace.

  Each thrust of his hips now came harder and faster than the last. I moaned loudly, the noise somewhat muffled by his thumb in my mouth. He withdrew it and instead began to fondle my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples. I cried out as he did so, not longer able to distinguish pleasure from pain. Each stroke of his cock that cleaved into me seemed to open my tight pussy up a little more, penetrating deeper and deeper. Oh Lord, if I’d know that sex was this good I would not have rejected all the men who had come courting. I would have let them fuck me, no matter what their shortcomings.

  Dr Grimm was now ramming into me with brutal force. The table shuddered and groaned beneath me, and I had to hang on with my hands in order to stop myself sliding backwards. My back was beginning to hurt a little, which made Dr Grimm’s next suggestion all the more appealing.

  “Why don’t I mount you from behind and spank you while I fuck you?” he whispered in my ear, giving my earlobe a little bite for good measure.

  “Oh! Yes please!” I whimpered.

  He pulled out of me with an audible pop, then took hold of my slender body and picked me up, setting me on my feet in front of him, facing across the desk. He pushed my back to indicate that I should bend over, in a similar position to that in which he had spanked me. I felt his cock press against my slit and then he was once again inside me.

  Somehow, in this position, he was able to penetrate even deeper than before. It felt good. I felt even better as he began to thrust away, pummelling from behind. Then better still as he began spanking my arse, using both hands to alternate between my cheeks.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!” With each spank I gave out a little yelp. My breasts were jigging up and down, my hard nipples once again scraping against the polished wooden desk. I could feel the pressure building up it my tummy and my groin, once again heading for a climax.

  “Harder, please!” I begged him “Fuck me harder! Spank me harder!”

  He did as I asked, pounding me with brutal force and raining down hard blows on my already tender backside. As the sensations in my body began to overwhelm me I lost control. I was shrieking and crying out, quaking and trembling as though possessed.

  “Oh yes! Oh Christ! Oh God! Oh yes!!!”

  I came, this time even harder than before. The pleasure truly was overwhelming, and for a moment by vision went fuzzy and I felt close to passing out. Dr Grimm’s strong arms held me in place though, giving me time to recover.

  After a few moments, he pulled out of me. His cock was still rock hard, and I knew enough about the sexual act to know that he had not yet reached a satisfactory conclusion. He pulled me around then pushed me onto my knees in front of him, his manhood level with my face.

  He began to tug and jerk his cock in front of me, his breathing heavy and his face a contorted with lust. Instinctively I opened my mouth, then flinched a little as his hot juices spurted all over me. Some of the salty liquid fell into my mouth, and I swallowed it down greedily. The rest splashed over my face and tits, making me into a stick mess.

  Dr Grimm handed me a towel to dry myself and pulled his nightgown back on. His face was stern again, nothing like the lustful beast who had just ravished me.

  “Do not think your punishment is complete Tabitha. You will report me to at nine am for more of the same.”

  I smiled softly. “Yes Sir.” I had decided that after all, perhaps St Severine's would not be so bad.

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  Disciplined For Her Sins

  Annie is an orphan, innocent in the ways of the world until she embarks on a dangerous and sinful affair with the enigmatic Dr Thorn, headmaster of Bleakcroft orphanage. Together, they explore the boundaries of pleasure and pain, desire and lust, spanking and submission.

  Will Annie embrace the sin inside her? Or will Dr Thorn's dark desires corrupt them both?

  She stole a glance behind her. Dr Thorn was looking at her intently. He had rolled up his sleeves, but Annie was relieved to see that was holding no implement of punishment, no cane or strap. Perhaps he intended to spank her using his hands? His hands were big and rough looking, and Annie could not help but wonder what it would feel like if he used them to spank her bare bottom.

  Dr Thorn caught her looking at
him.

  “Face forward girl, face forward.”

  Annie did as she was told.

  She could no longer see behind her, but she heard him approach. He paused for a moment, and Annie thought she could almost feel his gaze on her as he took in her bare behind. The skin on her cheeks prickled in anticipation. What was waiting for?

  Crack!

  Pain exploded across Annie's arse as the Headmaster's huge hand dealt it a glancing blow. Annie let out a small whimper, more from the suddenness and surprise at the sudden contact than at the pain itself. It did hurt though, and Annie could already feel a dull glow spreading across her bottom as the skin turned red.

  Crack!

  He caught her again, and this time Annie cried out louder as the blow fell on skin already smarting from Dr Thorn's first attempt. Oh God, how many of these would she have to take? She already felt like she wouldn't be able to sit down for a week!

  Crack!

  Another slap across her bare bottom, harder this time. Tears were now streaming down Annie's cheeks as her backside glowed with intense pain. Part of her wanted her ordeal to be over, for Dr Thorn to relent, to tell her she had taken her punishment, and that she was free to go.

  And yet...

  Annie realised that mixed in with the pain, there was certain frisson of something else. What exactly? Pleasure? Was she really deriving pleasure from having her backside beaten? Or was it a different kind of pleasure, the type of excitement that comes from being dominated by a powerful, commanding man? Could it be that she wanted Dr Thorn to spank her, to demonstrate his control over her, to put her in her place?

  Crack!

  Another blow landed, and despite the fresh tendrils of agony spreading across her backside, this time Annie welcomed the pain, embracing it, letting it become part of her. After all, they were not so dissimilar were they, pleasure and pain? The same heat, the same tingling of the skin and nerves, the same breathlessness. Even a scream might be of pleasure or pain. Or perhaps even of both.

  Crack!

  This time, when she cried out, she could not tell whether it was a moan of agony or ecstasy. The wetness between her legs had spread, and she could feel the slickness down there, feel the moisture beading on her smooth skin. She wondered whether Dr Thorn had noticed it.

  There was a pause, and no further blows fell. Annie was still facing forward as she bent down, hands planted firmly on the table. But she could hear Dr Thorn behind her, hear the heaviness of his breathing caused by his exertions. After a few more seconds to catch his breath, he addressed her.

  “Have you had enough girl?” Do you want me stop?”

  Annie did not answer immediately? Did she want him to stop? She wasn't so sure that she did.

  “Answer me!” he demanded, his breath still slightly ragged. “Have you had enough?”

  “No,” Annie answered.

  She could hear the surprise in his voice.

  “No? You want – you want more?”

  “Yes Sir” she replied. “Please, Sir, spank me some more.”

  This time, Dr Thorn roared his response, anger but also confusion in his voice.

  “What! You wanton whore! I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!”

  Craaack!

  This time, Dr Thorn had not held back. The blow that landed on her buttocks had the force of a steam engine. Annie screamed as her bare bottom exploded in agony. But still, that excitement was there, the line between pleasure and pain now completely blurred. She could feel the fire between her legs growing, matching even the inferno of pain that had been inflicted on her backside. The sensation between her legs was pure pleasure though, the contrast with the pain only adding to its intensity.

  Crack!

  Another hard, well aimed blow landed on her backside. This time Annie cried out in exaltation. The pain was now being dwarfed by the pleasure between her legs. One more blow, she knew, would send her over the edge.

  Crack!

  Annie's orgasm exploded through her, pleasure and pain mixing into one glorious climatic whole. She was crying out again and again, could not stop herself as intense bliss engulfed her. The feeling was amazing, far more intense than earlier in the evening. The rough hands of Dr Thorn were a far more effective instrument of pleasure than her own fingers.

  Spanking the Maid

  Emma is not a very good maid. Ungainly and accident prone, she's summoned before her master Lord Fanshawe expecting to be dismissed from his service. But it seems His Lordship has another kind of discipline in mind, and soon innocent Emma is thrust into a thrilling new world of pain and pleasure.

  Will a mere spanking satisfy his Lordship? Or will he feel the desire to punish his maid further, perhaps until she can take no more?

  Lord Fanshawe smiled down at me, his blue eyes shot with lust. “So Emma, I have someone I’d like you to meet. Are you ready?”

  I looked around the room. “Someone you’d like me to meet? Who? Where is he?” I felt rather embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing me in my current predicament.

  His Lordship chortled. “No, no. You needn’t worry. He’s right here, in my trousers. He’s called John Thomas, and he’s dying to meet you. Are you ready to meet him?”

  I looked up, somewhat puzzled. What was he referring to? I suppose there was only one way to find out. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you desire.”

  Lord Fanshawe reached down and began to unbutton his breeches, before reaching inside and and grasping whatever was contained with in. I gasped in wonder and admiration as he withdrew a long, rod-like implement, with a skin covered shaft leading to a gleaming red tip. A bead of moisture glistened at its point, and despite the shock and novelty, I rather liked the look of it.

  “This is John Thomas” His Lordship said, holding the thick shaft in his hand. “Why don’t you say hello to him?”

  “Hello, John Thomas” I replied, rather embarrassed by this pantomime.

  “No, no, that won’t do,” his Lordship scolded me. “You see, John Thomas is rather European in his tastes. When meets someone new – especially if they’re a pretty girl – he like to be given a little kiss. Do you understand?”

  I did. I leaned forward, and planted a kiss on the tip. The bead of moisture caught on my lips as I did so, and I licked it off. It tasted salty, but not unpleasant. John Thomas seemed to enjoy his kiss, for he twitched slightly. Lord Fanshawe gave a little moan.

  “Again, kiss him again. For longer this time.”

  I leaned forward and planted another kiss on the red tip of his rod, this time making a much longer, lingering contact. The feel of his John Thomas was smooth and hard against my lips, and I could see how taut and stretched the skin on the tip of it was. For some reason, kissing him like this was adding to my own excitement, and I could feel the wetness between by legs increasing.

  “Again,” commanded his Lordship, “kiss him again. And this time, use your tongue, and don’t stop until I tell you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my Lord,” I murmured meekly, and hastened to obey. I leaned forward and planted another sloppy kiss on the end of his implement, before beginning to lick at it. I did this tentatively at first, just brushing it with the end of my tongue, but his Lordship jerked his hips forward as if to encourage me to a more enthusiastic approach. So I began to lap at it vigorously, licking it up and down as though it were a lollipop. To steady myself I caught hold of the long length of his Lordship’s shaft, and grasped it firmly whilst I concentrated on wetting his helmet with my tongue. I could feel his veins pulsing beneath my palm, my fingers barely fitting around his girth as I continued to pleasure him. His Lordship certainly was enjoying himself, for beads of sweat were forming on his brow, and he would occasionally emit a little groan. I looked up at him and his eyes fixed on mine, burning with a furious desire that was almost frightening. Who would have thought that having his John Thomas licked would have such an effect on a man?

  His Lordship was only just getting started though, as I was soo
n to find out. Suddenly, he reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, forcing my head back.

  “Open wide,” he ordered me, eyes blazing. “It hasn't taken you long to get a taste for cock. Now, lets see if you can swallow one.”

  I did as I was told, opening my mouth wide. He was pulling my hair quite hard, and tears began to spill down my cheeks as I looked up at him. He shifted slightly so that his cock was hovering just in front of my mouth, and then with a wicked grin he suddenly slammed his hips forward, ramming his John Thomas straight into my gaping mouth.

  I gagged for a moment, but actually the sensation wasn't too bad. His helmet rested on my tongue, filling my mouth with hard flesh, but still allowing me room to breath.

  “Suck it, you little slut,” he commanded, in a tone that brooked no refusal. “Polish my cock with your mouth. That's your job isn't it, to clean and polish?”

  I nodded, his big cock filling up my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down.

  “Good, then get on with it.”

  Hesitantly at first, but then with more confidence, I began to suck on his helmet, moving my head rhythmically up and down so that it slid backwards and forwards in my mouth. His Lordship still had a tight hold on my hair, and he used his grip to pull me forwards, forcing even more of his long shaft into my mouth and causing me to gag slightly. I tried to back away, but he held my head firmly in place. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth onto the floor, and tears were running in rivulets down my face. I looked up at him imploringly, unable to speak with a mouthful of his meat, my eyes pleading with him to go easy on me. He looked back down at me, a cruel grin on his face, and I could sense he wasn't in a merciful mood.

  “You're going to have to take it I'm afraid, my dear,” he said with a chuckle. “I'm not going to let you off the hook. In fact, I'm going to shove John Thomas as far down your throat as he'll go. Here's a tip – get him wet, so he's nice and sticky and slippery. Then he'll go down a little easier.”