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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....