Marigold's Academy

Sophie, or to use her full name, Lady Sopie Vanessa Elvingdon-Smythe, had spent her first days at the academy indulging in willful resistance to the regime.  Unbeknownst to her the real reason she had been sent there had little, if anything to do with her being discovered half dressed among the straw and the horses with the stable boy's penis in her mouth.  Although at fifteen she should not be indulging in such behaviour, it was the multi-billion pound debts owed by her father, Lord Elvingdon of Butterly, to some extremely powerful and sinister people that had resulted in her incarceration here.  Had he not agreed to the deal it was possible, even likely that Sophie would now be enjoying much less comfortably surroundings, accompanied by some truly terrifying people.  Had she known this it just might have persuaded her to be a little bit more cooperative with the staff.

 

At the Academy she was already known simply as "The Princess".

 

She was tall and regal.  Had an artist been commissioned to paint a portrait entitled "Beauty" her face would be filling the canvas.  Long dark brown hair descended below her shoulders, exhibiting a sheen which could result only from years of meticulous care.  Her complexion was pale but flawless.  Her upper body, slim but carrying two perfectly rounded C cup breasts with pleasingly pert upturned nipples sitting on prominent areolar mounds, was supported by a slightly more developed figure below the waistline.  She had learned to ride horses almost before she could walk, and those years in the saddle had endowed her with a firm, rounded and muscular bottom with thighs to match.  Mr Howard, the Geography master, who was well known to enjoy such things was greatly looking forward to having Sophie sitting on his face, once she had been "tamed". 

 

It was that bottom which was the subject of the situation in which she now found herself.  She had been brought before Mrs Taylor, the matron, who had a fearsome reputation as a disciplinarian.  The room was bare, save for a single chair in the centre of the wooden floor, and a table on which were laid several unappetising implemets - a cane, a tawse, and a slender leather whip.  Next to those was a laptop  computer on which a screensaver extolling the virtues of the Academy was playing, complete with sickly sweet and wholly false mission statement.  Accompanying Mrs Taylor was Farringdon, the head porter.  What the hell was he doing here?

 

"So Smythe, it seems it has fallen to me to make you see sense."

 

Sophie was scared of this woman but determined not to show it.

 

"You'll never break me! See what happened to the last teacher who tried it on", she said defiantly.

 

Her posh exterior concealed a fierce fighting spirit which would not have been out of place on the toughest of estates.  He had been bitten, scratched, had his eyes gouged and kneed so hard in the groin that he had ended up in the sick bay.

 

"Yes, poor Peters.  You'll regret that very soon young lady.  Farringdon," she turned to her assistant, "remind us what happened to the last girl who didn't think the rules applied to her."

 

Farringdon fixed Sophie with an evil grin, "as I recall she spent a morning in the kennels learning the true meaning of the word 'bitch' ".

 

The defiant facade faltered as the meaning of what he had said sunk in.  "No way, you wouldn't stoop so low!"

 

Taylor nodded at Farringdon.  He touched the keyboard and the screensaver was replaced by a video.  A sobbing girl was chained on all fours,  her naked backside in the air.  She was pleading and promising to do as she was told, but a cold disembodied voice from off screen told her that it was too late for that.  Barking was heard and a large black labrador entered from the right, straining at his leash.  The handler's hand was seen to unclip it and the dog eagerly rushed forwards and began sniffing around the girl's arse, then it started to lick her genitals.  A hand reached between its legs and began to massage its penis, which quickly became erect.  Despite her disgust the girl was ashamed to find that the feel of the warm, wet tongue lapping at her pussy was quite pleasant and she was visibly struggling to conceal moans of pleasure.  However, this was quickly replaced by horror when she realised that the dog was trying to mount her.

 

Sophie screamed, "Enough, turn it off!  I'll do whatever you want, please don't take me there, anything"

 

"That's more like it", Taylor said with satisfaction, closing the lid of the laptop as she did so, "now you have been extremely naughty since you have been with us and I am going to have to soundly punish you.  Then you will go and apologise to poor Mr Peters.  First I am going to spank your bottom, then I'm afraid it's going to have to be the cane"

 

Sophie didn't fear the spanking.  The pain of the cane she could handle.  But she was desperate that they did not discover the effects of a caning on her.  Still, anything was better than a morning with the dogs.

 

Taylor sat down on the chair, smoothed her tweed skirt then indicated that Sophie should lie across her lap.  Farringdon moved round so that he could see straight up Sophie's rather short school skirt.  All of the girls had to wear very short skirts.  Sophie had intended to refuse but they had removed all of her other clothes and the only other option was to walk around in her knickers.

 

As Mrs Taylor's firm hand began to rain down on her bum she couldn't see Farringdon behind her with his hand inside his pocket, moving rhythmically.  Like most of the male lower order staff he had one poket with a hole in the bottom.  When one of the girls needed something, like a key to a storeroom, they would usually have to put their hands into the porter's pocket for it.  They wouldn't know until they did so which side the hole was on, and many a time had they been rewarded with sticky fingers instead of what they were looked for.

 

After a few cursory slaps on Sophie's skirt Mrs Taylor moved swiftly on to lift it, exposing her firm, curvaceous arse to the gloating man standing behind her.  Before she had a chance to become more embarrassed she was shocked to find herself being fingered by the woman who was suppose to be punishing her.  Taylor molested her for a minute or so in silence then continued with the spanking as though nothing had happened.  Sophie was wearing pale blue bikini-style panties, which were gently eased down to her knees before Mrs Taylor continued smacking her bare bottom.

 

After a few stinging smacks on each buttock Sophie's cheeks were nicely warm, as red as her face.  It was time for her to be caned.  As Farringdon lazily stroked the log in his pocket Taylor had Sophie walk round to the desk, where she was made to bend over and grip the edge, her feet apart, skirt folded neatly up on her back.  Taylor had her panties off completely and placed them on the far side of the desk.  Had she looked behind her she would have seen the porter whisk them off and slip them into his pocket - the one with the hole in it.

 

Taylor picked up the swishy cane and whipped it through the air, giving the familiar sound that out Sophie on edge.  "Right, my little Princess, I am going to give you twelve.  I believe it's traditional for you to count them out."

 

She raised her arm then brought the cane firmly down across both buttocks simultaneously.  Sophie squealed at the pain, but remained composed.  "One, thank you miss"

 

"Oh, someone knows the lingo!  Very good." she smiled.

 

Yelp.  "Two thank you miss"

 

Sophie couldn't help it, however hard she tried.  She had had only five strokes but it was happening already.  Farringdon noticed first.

 

"Er, Mrs Taylor, I think you should come and have a look at this..."  He gestured towards Sophie's arse.  Taylor looked quizzically at him then peered at the gap between her legs.  Sophie was wet - that is dripping wet.  A few drops of juice from her pussy had even landed on the floor between her feet.

 

Taylor peered round and looked in amazement.  Sophie bit her lip and tried to control herself but it was no use.  She felt the matron put a hand on each cheek and move them apart so that she could see better.  Sophie's vulva was glistening with creamy white fluid.  Farringdon's face was transfixed.  He'd even momentarily stopped masturbating.  Taylor beat her twice more...six..seven...then looked again.  Yes, she was oozing more cream.  Then she slipped her hand under the girl's breast, to find her nipple rock solid, poking through her blouse.

 

Sophie knew now she had been found out and decided not to pretend any more.  She turned to Taylor and almost whispered in a small, meek voice, "If you want to really get me going miss I suggest you use the whip instead."

 

It had  started when Sophie and her sister were spying through the keyhole of the butler's quarters.  They were astonished to catch him in the act of chastising one of the maids.  Sophie was intrigued because the girl seemed to be enjoying herself as he whipped her across the buttocks.  Her sister had given the game away with her stupid loud giggling and they had run away when he heard them and was heading for the door as the maid hastily pulled up her knickers.  Curious to know why a girl should enjoy being beaten with a whip she had contrived a situation in which she had transgressd to the extent that the butler was going to have to tell daddy.  She offered to let him spank her bum if he kept quiet.  He thought it a cruel joke at first but she went through with it and by the time she had cajoled him into using the whip she was craving the pain and humiliation.  After that she made regular visits.  Eventually she stopped slipping back to her room to wank afterwards and did it right there white he watched, quickly discovering that he had been relieving himself in similar fashion after she'd gone.  She never let him touch her though, not there anyway.  She had been desperate for these people not to discover her weakness but now she was too far gone to care.

 

Taylor's hands almost quivered as she lifted the whip, staring in wonder at Sophie's behind.  A few slaps and a little rub of each cheek, then she lifted it, drew her arm back, then sent it whistling through the air until it whipped across both buttocks at once.  Sophie yelped in pain, as a bright red weal began to rise on her bottom.  As she did so, a small dribble of fluid dripped from her glistening vulva onto the floor beneath.  Encouraged by this, Taylor hit her again, harder this time.  Sophie sighed this time, her eyes closed.  She dripped again.  A small puddle was forming on the floor between her feet.  Taylor stopped whipping and fingered Sophie again.  Sophie's knees buckled slightly - she was so on edge now she feared she was going to come.

 

She turned to Farringdon, who was mesmerised.  "Well don't just stand there man, stop wanking and go and fetch Peters to come and fuck this bitch!"

Peters was about to get his own back in style, then Farringdon would be rewarded with sloppy seconds.

 

By the time the heavily-perspiring Farringdon returned with Peters Sophie had abandoned all hint of resistance.  She was bent over the desk, her feet wide apart, with bright red weals all over her buttocks.  Taylor was no longer beating her with the whip.  Taylor was on her knees behind Sophie, with her face buried deep in between her cheeks.  Taylor's face glistened with pussy cream as she lapped at Sophie's vagina.  The whip, or rather its handle, had largely disappeared up Taylor's own fanny.  Peters couldn't believe his eyes.  He paused a moment to take in the scene but then sprang into action.  He almost fell flat on his face in his frantic efforts to remove his trousers and pants.  As he approached, Taylor looked up at him almost drunkenly and suggested, "I strongly advise that you fuck the shit out of her"

By now Peters had a firm erection.  Sophie was about to discover where he earned his nickname "Girth".  It was of fairly average length but fat, really really fat.  Brace yourself Princess, there's a big, fat teacher's cock coming to teach you some hard lessons.

 

Despite Sophie's exceptionally well-lubricated pussy, even after Taylor had drunk her fill, it was a tight squeeze.  Farringdon helpfully (and all too eagerly) assisted by parting her buttocks while Taylor guided him to the entrance.  With much pushing and panting he was finally in.  He grabbed hold of her hips and began to thrust in and out.  It hurt, and Sophie moaned in both pleasure and pain.  It also hurt each time he slapped against her well-whipped backside.

 

She relaxed and he was able to penetrate her up to the hilt.  Faster and faster he thrusted until he began to cum.  Sophie buckled at the knees as she felt his semen pump into her.  He kept going as it filled her.  Spent, he pulled out.  Taylor immediately went to work, sucking the last drops from the end of his waning member.  As she did so she looked up at Farringdon, giving him a little wink.  It was a shame that the headmaster had not authorised anal penetration for Sophie.  It was a strict rule that none of the girls could be buggered unless he removed the restriction.  It gave him enormous power over them, as they knew that there was a limit to how far they could dare challenge the system.

 

His time had come.

 

It wasn't often that the lower order staff had the chance to acually fuck the girls, not unless  they could persuade one to let them do it to her.  There were one or two girls at the school who would indulge the porters, gardeners and caretakers in return for favours of some kind, but most relished the fact that at least some of the men around here did not have carte blanche to take liberties.

 

Farringdon eagerly pulled off his trousers and threw them in a heap, with Sophie's knickers still in his pocket.  His cock was still hard, despite the fact that he had spent much of the recent past wanking over the sight of Sophie being spanked, whipped, licked and fucked.  Sloppy seconds it was indeed.  Sophie's fanny still dripped with the spuck that Peters had deposited in there.  It was a disgusting mess, but it was too good an opportunity to miss.  Taylor, fortunately, obligingly licked up much of it then went round to french kiss Sophie while Farringdon entered her from behind.  Peters had recovered and was sitting gently stroking his own back to life as he muttered encouragement to Farringdon to make sure he gave her a good seeing to.   Farringdon needed no encouragement.  He was having the time of his life as he pounded her.  She was strong and muscular, but no match for him.  He piled in and out of her mercilessly until eventually she screamed and her legs turned to jelly.  She came hard and he did too.  Sophie received her second load of semen.  Farringdon pulled out and finished off the rest down her legs.  She collapsed in a heap, where Taylor moved in and cradled her head in her arms.  "There Sophie, you're a good girl really, aren't you"

 

That night Sophie was missing from her dormitory.  She was learning how Taylor could make her life at the school so much more pleasant.....by assisting Taylor with her own disgusting needs.

 

To be continued....