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DELIVERANCE This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. [ part 3 ] Cruel Routines The bell sounded in both dormitories awaking the children to another day of humiliation. The early morning routine required them to stand naked at the end of their beds, with their hands clasped behind their heads and their thighs wide apart for inspection. Jason sat up in bed rubbing his eyes trying to adjust to the strong sunlight that beamed through the window, and then scurried to the end of his bed just as Miss Park entered the dormitory. “Good morning Miss Park,” they chorused as she entered. Walking slowly down each row, she stopped in front of any boy whose cock wasn’t fully erect, and then bending slightly forward used her fingers to encourage it to do so. They watched wide-eyed as she slowly fondled Johnny’s cock, bringing it to a fierce hardness with just a smile and a few expert strokes of her hand. Like the others, Jason watched as she explained to Johnny how to make it go hard, in the same way that she would teach him how to brush his teeth or comb his hair. Now, as she approached him, Jason felt the same familiar tingle and the slow swelling of his cock. His heart quickened as it started to stiffen, but not to the full erection he had hoped by the time she stood in front of him. “Oh dear! Does it need a hand?” Miss Park said, and then with a warm smile, leant forward, allowing him to see right down the front of her blouse as she fondled his boyhood. Jason nodded breathlessly and sobbed with delight as she scraped her nails along the underside, then roughly wrapped her fingers around the shaft, causing blood to pulse through his cock and bring it to full erection. “Now masturbate!” she ordered. Panting hotly, Jason drew the foreskin of his excited cock back and started to masturbate, his excitement greatly increased as she leant even further forward to part his bottom and sink a finger into his anus. “Remember Jason! You mustn’t spend,” she warned. In reality she hoped that he would as she had a real passion for the boy and punishing him for spending without permission would provide her with an opportunity to get better acquainted with his handsome bottom. Jason heard Miss Baker order her girls to go into the bathroom, and his efforts not to spend were made more difficult as he visualised their bottoms, especially those that had been punished recently. “Stop!” Miss Park ordered. She had waited on purpose until Jason was about to spend, only then removing her finger from his anus, to move down the line to the next boy until she was satisfied. “Right! Into the bathroom,” she ordered with a smile. Jason followed the others into the bathroom, where menacing looking enema apparatus hung from the ceiling, a metal rail ran across the centre and porcelain toilet bowls were suspended on the back wall. As they had been taught, the first boys to enter busied themselves greasing the nozzles while the stragglers took up their positions, bent over the rail with their thighs apart and their hands holding their bottoms open. A finger greased Jason's anus, rotating inside him and making his belly go funny, then the large nozzle was brusquely push inwards, it's flare spreading and stretching his rectum, taking his breath before it suddenly narrowed and let him breathe again. With hardly time to squeeze his anus around the nozzle, warm water was gushing in and, like the others, he gasped as his bent position helped the water flow deep into his bowels. He panted and stretched, whimpering when he felt he had taken enough and yet it went on and on. When she blew the whistle it depended on who was doing it as to how quickly or slowly the tap was turned off, and how firmly or softly the nozzle was pulled out. With a cry at the sudden departure of the large copper nozzle, Jason hurried to the strange looking toilet bowl, once again thankful that there were as many as there were nozzles. In his darkest imagination he visualised there being one less bowl, and one of the boy’s having to hold in the water in painfully until another had finished. He put that thought to one side as he squatted and sighed with equal relief as he could expel the water. Then it was off to have his skin scrubbed with pepper and sandalwood soap, a routine that Miss Park particularly enjoyed. “Cleanliness is next to Godliness,” she would tell her boys, a large rubber apron protecting her clothes. To be certain they were clean, she would insert a finger or two into their anuses, and examine their cock’s thoroughly before she allowed them to get dressed and go down for breakfast. It was at meal times that the children felt the most relaxed as the teachers eat their meals in another room. They would invariably swap gossip, about what they thought was planned for them that day, about who had recently been punished, and who had been made to go to their mistress’s room the night before. “Anne was whipped in Miss Baker’s bedroom last night,” Jennifer told the others with a smirk. The girls who were near enough to hear her nodded, and remembered the bruising to her bottom that they fought each other to sooth, when she finally returned to the dormitory. Unlike Jennifer, none of the other girls had ever been made to go to Miss Baker’s bedroom at night, for anything more than to be punished. “How do you know that she was whipped?” Jason asked, craning his neck to look around the dining room to find Anne, and finally finding her sitting with some difficulty on her own in the corner. “I was there, stupid!” Jennifer told him curtly. “Don't you boys ever get invited to Miss Park’s bedroom at night?” she asked. “No! Not yet, anyway,” Brian murmured, as Jason and the other boys shook their heads. Miss Park entered the dinning room with Miss Victoria who was holding a clipboard with the day’s schedule attached to it. “Right! It's a pleasant day, so we need the younger children to work out in the field. Mr Jones, the farmer, will tell you what to do when you arrive. All boys twelve and over, and all girls thirteen and over are to remain here,” Miss Victoria told them. The younger children filed out, eager to help work out in the fields on such a pleasant day. The older ones glanced around to check their numbers, the girls concerned that there were only three of them, to the boys seven, Jason being the youngest. “Girl’s! Lift your dresses,” Miss Victoria demanded. Blushing and glancing hot cheeked as the boys watched, the girls did as they were told, holding the material aloft to reveal their tight cotton knickers, curving enticingly around the bulge of their vulvas. “Right you were the slowest Millie! Go to the infirmary and tell Mr Ackerman that I have sent you,” she ordered. Biting her lip, Millie obeyed, and Miss Victoria ordered the two other girls to follow her. Miss Park led the boys to one of the classrooms and Jason licked his lips when he saw a Spanish girl waiting. She only looked about eleven at the most, but she stood naked besides Miss Park’s desk, her thighs wide apart and her hands behind her head. The other boy’s also groaned and licked their lips when they saw her pretty little breasts and her sweet cunt curving cutely from between her thighs. “This is Celia!” Miss Park told them. The Spanish children now lived up at the Grange where they helped with menial tasks, when not being used by Victoria or her brother. Like the others, Jason licked his lips and tried to pull his eyes away from the pretty Spanish girl, when the cine-camera caught his attention. A little gasp escaped him as Miss Park walked over to the camera and set it running, making sure that it was positioned to capture all the action. “Now listen! You have all got handsome cocks!” Miss Park told them with a smile. “But you spend far too quickly, so you must learn to control them, if you want to be of pleasure to a woman,” she argued. “Remove your shorts!” she ordered, clapping her hands to get their attention. Blushing with embarrassment they obeyed her, their cocks now standing to attention from both the cold of the morning air and the excitement of having a naked girl watching them. “Celia is here to help you learn, aren't you darling?” she asked the little girl who blushed before nodding, then meekly stepped forward to drop to her knees. The boys ogled the dark skinned Spanish girl, hardly able to believe their luck. “Oh! By the way,” Miss Park added, her eyes piercing theirs, as their attention was diverted from the Spanish girl. “You must last for five minutes before spending, or you will receive a stroke of the cane for every thirty seconds that you are short,” she said. Her grin held no humour as she glanced at the anxious boys, and then broadened again when she saw that their nervousness had caused some of their cocks to soften already. “Brian! You are the eldest, so you will go first,” she told him. Brian, who had just turned fourteen, had mixed feelings as he stepped forward. Miss Park wasn't helping him, standing to one side lovingly caressing the cane that she itched to use across his bottom. Jason watched, his breath held, as Celia leaned forward, and with her mouth open took Brian’s cock into her mouth. His gasp was of genuine pleasure as Celia drew her hands around his bottom to hold him still, while she worked her mouth around his now rampant cock. The boys watched, all breathing shallowly, all imagining how it might feel as Brian gasped and thrust himself into the girl's mouth. She didn't seem to mind, but sucked all the harder, her lips compressing as he made to draw back, pulling on his shaft while he sobbed with delight. His cock had almost left her, the shaft gleaming with saliva, when she thrust her head forward, filling her mouth with his young cock and swallowing his rich flavour. Brian flung his head back, then looked down at her, panting hotly as Celia changed her tactics and began to rapidly slide her head back and forth, with her tongue held under the shaft. “No, not yet!” Brian, gasped, his hands moving to her hair to still her movements. “You're not allowed to stop her, Brian,” Miss Park told him sharply, the cane held ready to swipe at his hands if he didn't stop. Brian drew them away and gritted his teeth. Celia sensed his nearness and looked up at him as she continued sliding her wet mouth back and forth on his gleaming cock. One of Celia’s hands gripped his bottom and the other fondled his balls, cradling them as she daringly drew her mouth as far over the shaft as she could manage. “No! Please” Brian cried. His head shook violently from side to side, but it couldn't deny the jerking of his hips, nor the frothy stream of pearly seed that escaped Celia's mouth to drip onto her breasts. “Three minutes short! That will be six strokes,” Miss Park announced, smiling broadly as she looked at the startled and forlorn young boy. “It isn’t fair Miss. I had to go first,” he complained. “You are the eldest Brian, and as such, should be able to control your cock,” she argued. “Now! Come over here,” Miss Park ordered. Brian sighed and walked over to where Miss Park stood and with his cock gleaming from his recent spend, prepared for his caning. “Now! Place your cock through the hole,” Miss Park ordered. Brian adjusted the height of the cross bar to allow his cock to fit through the tight velvet-rimmed hole. Achieving this, he bent forward with his thighs widely parted, and his balls hanging freely against the wooden trestle. The boys watched with their breath held, collectively wondering if they would be so brave when it was their turn. Miss Park tapped the cane across Brian's bottom and he tensed in anticipation. She tapped repeatedly, licking her lips and taking deep breaths, and then she drew the cane well back. The boys were mesmerised, by her expression, her eyes, by the twist in her upper body and the stillness of the waiting cane. Then, like a wind-up toy suddenly released, she swung around, and the cane bent with the sudden movement. As one, the boys all jerked as the cane whipped down to cut viciously into Brian's bottom, cutting into the skin to create a vividly pink line across both cheeks. He howled, his body arching out as the pain engulfed him. The pain receding and catching his breath, Brian worked his pelvis to masturbate his cock in and out of the velvet-lined hole, the pleasure offsetting the wicked heat that now invaded his tender bottom. “Stop that!” she told him, as she prepared to give him the second of the six strokes. Still on her knees, Celia licked and swallowed the last of Brian’s flavour and started to fondle her cunt, increasing the pressure as Miss Park brought her arm back to strike Brian’s bottom for a second time. The boys alternated between watching the girl fondle her little cunt, flooding her inner thighs with wetness, and watching Brian strain to masturbate his cock in the hole between the bouts of stinging pain. Brian was caned four more times, and she never softened her strokes, not even when Brian collapsed after the fourth, begging for her to stop. If anything, it inflamed her passion more, and she took delight in ordering him to place his sore cock, back through the hole again. Jason hoped desperately that he would be able to last the full five minutes, but his hope started to die away as he watched the Spanish girl offering her body to Miss Park to caress. Despite his fear, the sight of the little girl being roughly caressed by her mistress made his cock rampant. “Come on Brian! Spend again,” Miss Park whispered, looking into the boy’s anguished face, and roughly fondling his sore cock. “No please!” Brain pleaded. The cane rose once more, but this time to run along the underside of his cock, sliding smoothly up and down the shaft and helping to bring him to full erection again. Still weeping, he thrust his cock through the hole again and started to rhythmically masturbate as she fondled his tender bottom with one hand, and stroked his cock with the tip of the cane with the other. “That's right Brian,” Miss Park breathed. “Now don’t hold back!” she urged, her arms stretched around the apparatus and her nails nipping the crown as his cock as it immerged from the other side of the hole. Mesmerised, unable to tear their eyes away, the boys watched Brian ejaculate for a second time, their mouths wide open as they saw a fountain of seed spurt over Miss Park’s hand and wrist. “There! Wasn't that nice?” Miss Park asked him, wiping herself and smiling pleasantly. “Oh! Yes Miss,” Brian told her. The boys stared, and began to tremble as they wandered who would be next. “Right! Why don't we follow the eldest with the youngest, eh Jason?” she asked sweetly. Jason sobbed and stepped forward, his mind urging him to run while his steps took him to the kneeling girl. As he removed his shorts Celia saw a wet patch in his underpants and giggled. Her eyes now sparkled as she waited for him to present his handsome cock to her. “Now remember! You must last for five minutes, and don’t even try to stop her, or it will be ten strokes for trying,” Miss Park told him. He nodded his understanding, and his face burnt as he uncovered his flaccid cock that hung forlorn over his balls. Celia's giggle made him blush even more, but his embarrassment was forgotten, when she took a gentle hold of it, lifting it slightly so she could pull the foreskin back and place her lips around its crown. Her hot wet tongue flicked the crown and soon turned his gasp into a groan, one that ended with a rush of escaping breath as she suddenly slid her mouth fully over his cock, moving it backwards and forwards until it started to harden. “Wow!” he gasped, his eyes firmly on the young Spanish girl as she wrapped her hand around his cock and sucked, bathing it in her hot saliva. Jerking with the pleasure she was giving him, he only just remembered the punishment for spending too early, and quickly turned his eyes away. Celia’s hands pulled, her teeth scraped and her tongue darted along his cock. Panting, Jason wondered who had painted the picture on the wall and how old it was. He found his hips rocking to the working of her mouth and told himself to stop. He sobbed with the urge to look down and watch her but didn’t, looking out of the schoolroom window instead. Celia played with his bottom, her fingers sending pleasure spiralling into his groin and another hand slid from his shaft to play with his balls, shooting immense pleasure up through his body, but she sucked even more strongly now and he could no longer stop himself looking down at her. Her eyes met his, hot and eager, her mouth gripped tightly around his throbbing cock, sliding back and forth and trying to make him spend before the time expired. As she had been taught, she even parted her thighs so that he could see her pretty little cunt, in an effort to make him spend just that bit quicker. Then something happened, he couldn't tell what, but his breath suddenly doubled and he realised that he was going to spend. Trying to stop the girl or trying to think of something else wouldn't work this time; he was going to spend. Wide eyed with the realisation of what that meant, he looked across at Miss Park and sobbed at the triumphant look on her face. Then it happened, his hot seed rushing through his groin, building a pressure at the base of his cock and then, forcing a youthful scream from him, as his seed shoot into Celia's little mouth. Now he held her, jerking his cock back and forth in her mouth as his ejaculation dictated, ignoring her muffled squeal, her coughing and spluttering, slowing as the tension eased, until it was over and only his punishment remained. “Not bad! Only a minute early,” Miss Park told him, a grin on her face as she caressed the cane. “Right! Come here,” she ordered. Jason crept over to her, hoping the pleasant feeling of his recent spend would rise above the pain of the cane, yet knowing deep down that it wouldn't. He adjusted the bar to his height and slipped his now flaccid cock through the hole, blinking back his tears as he bent forward, his thighs widely parted so that his balls dangled freely and on view. “Only two! So I’ll have to make them good ones, won't I Jason?” Miss Park said, tapping his lovely bottom with the cane. Jason no longer felt the tapping of the cane, his mind blanketed by the awful realisation of what was about to occur. He could no longer breathe and, despite the roar in his ears, he clearly heard the soft whistle of the cane descending. Its sudden impact took all thought from the boy. The fierce pain was white hot, searing from his bottom to his brain, and then shooting down to his toes, causing him to rise as he quivered and screamed. At first, he could think of nothing but the awful, invading, pain, then he remembered his cock in the velvet hole and thrust himself against it, jerking back and forth in a mad urge to have pleasure replace the pain. He groaned and blushed, knowing that his friends were watching, and yet he was unable to control himself. Tingles of pleasure started to fight the heat swarming in his bottom and he panted and concentrated on that, twisting to feel the velvet ridge around his throbbing cock and sobbed with the small relief it afforded him. “Right! Last stroke,” Miss Park announced breaking his concentration, and he returned to thinking about the pain again. The tears that had nearly stopped now came freely down his face as he obediently offered up his bottom to his mistress. With awful and calculated precision, the cane came to tap the same line as the previous stroke and he gripped onto the handles of the trestle with greater effort. Once more, there was that moment in which the cane no longer tapped him, nor whistled in descent. In it, Jason's breath stopped and his heart thudded slowly but loudly in his aching chest. Tensing his muscles lifted his bottom and tightened it. The previous line, now turning a dark violet, stood out more vividly to those who watched. Time ceased for Jason but for the awful dull beat of his heart. Then the whistle of the cane was heard, stopping all too quickly for the pain of it’s landing to once again shoot through his tortured bottom. His arching upwards thrust his cock through the hole and his shaking unintentionally excited him. Miss Park, seeing it, jumped forward to hold the boy close to her. Crying with the pain, Jason wept against her bosom, the woman's hand fondling his bottom, tracing the angry cut lines she had caused, and her other hand urging his cock into a state of aching hardness. With one hand she slowly and rhythmically masturbated him and with the other traced the two welts on his handsome bottom, rubbing the moistness of his blood droplets into his flesh and licking the salt from his tears. “Now! Spend for me Jason!” Miss Park panted. Pain merged with pleasure and before he knew it, Jason was spending again, an agony of an orgasm that had his hot seed spurting over his mistress's cruel hand. ****** There was a place where the hedge bordering one end of the Priory was broken and, by stealing through it, the children could show off their recent punishments to each other in relative privacy. The adults knew about this place but chose not to intervene unless it pleased them to do so; after all competition amongst the children was to be encouraged and being proud to show off their bruised bottoms to each other would ensure that they would suffer more punishments, just to gain the admiration of the others. There is certainly a fascination in looking at the bruised bottoms of those who have been recently punished. Boys and girls kneeling behind each other admiring and touching the welts, with many realising that their caresses were bringing excitement, as cocks hardened and cunts swelled and opened. Jason was drawn behind the hedge by a small group of boys and girls and urged on until he agreed. Already thrilled by seeing and feeling Brian's mutilated bottom, they watched with bated breath as he undid his shorts and turned his bruised bottom to them, a hand coyly held over his stirring cock. Although he had not received as many strokes as Brian, Miss Park had made up for it by using as much force as she could. As a result, the two marks across Jason's bottom were cuts, each one breaking the skin at various points along their length. The skin was now an eye-catching red, the flesh various shades of bruising. Jennifer Madley, remembering her own cruel punishment reached out to stroke the welts, her face flushed and her mouth dry. “Does it hurt?” she asked, her fingers stopping her carressing, but reluctant to rise from his burning flesh. “No! It just feels funny,” Jason groaned softly. Jennifer looked excitedly between his thighs and spied his balls half hidden by his hands, no longer hanging loose but tightening beneath his cock, and Miss Baker’s cruel lessons started to return sending a jolt of excitement directly to her cunt. “Would you like me to make it better?” she asked him softly, ignoring the wide-eyed stares of the others who had come to watch. “Alright then! But please be gentle,” he warned, his breath as short and as fast as the girl kneeling behind him. Their mouths hanging open, the other children eased back out of the way to give them room, and Jennifer shuffled forward until she knelt directly behind Jason's bottom.
She'd never been so close to a bottom, never so close as to see the fine hairs that graced his smooth skin, nor close enough to admire how the flesh creased between his bottom and thighs to create that perfect manly curve that so often drew the eye. Jennifer, carefully stroking his flesh, found herself loving the feel, the texture, the warmth, the roundness, and the firmness of the cheeks. The cruel but beautiful lines caught her attention and her breath shortened still further. Every inch of his punished flesh was there for her to admire and relish. Once again she stroked each line, now even more delicately, watching closely as she followed the two cane marks imprinted in his bottom. Jason sobbed with new pleasures as Jennifer moved her hands to hold him by his lean hips, keeping him in place as she kissed his flesh, first on smooth untouched skin, then on bruised flesh, then upon the actual lines where the cane had fallen. The first kiss was a lingering one, as she licked her lips hoping for some flavour. Despite there being none, her thighs tensed together to quell the excitement seeping from her cunt. The second kiss lingered much longer and, lips parted, she breathed upon his cut flesh, then timidly licked it. Jason gasped and jerked, his cock once again rock hard brought on by the sensations rippling through his body. Trying to hide his arousal he half turned but saw Jennifer kneeling there, her face flushed by her excitement and with her eyes firmly fixed on his rampant cock. “Go on! You know you want to!” one of the younger boys crowed. “Yes, why don't you,” a mature voice said. Startled, Jennifer, Jason and all the children turned to find Miss Park standing behind them, towering over them with a stern but sly smile. “Go on! I insist!” she told Jennifer, her eyes making sure that she fully understood the nature of the order. Gulping, Jason turned to face the girl, his cock now shrinking due to his sudden nervousness. Jennifer’s bright blushes had receded a little, but she still looked excited as she shuffled forward once more to slide her fingers around his cock, licking her lips as its heat invaded her flesh. It hardened almost immediately; drooling at the tip and helping her fingers slide along the taut fleshed pole. Jason was shaking with the pleasure of having his cock stroked, but then Jennifer pulled it down slightly, enough to point to her mouth, and slid her hot little lips over it, slowly and gently taking half his cock into her mouth. Despite having already spent twice that day, Jason was caught by surprise again and almost immediately shot his seed into Jennifer's mouth, each spurt making him jerk, each jerk making the girl tighten her grip around his cock, the tightening bringing him another agony of delight. “So quickly Jason!” Miss Park sighed. “You’re certainly in need of some self control lessons,” she said, making a note to put him down on her list of boy’s who needed her private and unhurried tuition. “I'm sorry,” Jennifer, murmured, Jason’s pearly seed decorating her lips and chin. ****** That afternoon, Jason joined the others in the walled garden, weeding for the most part, under the supervision of Mary the housekeeper. The gardening had been hard work at first because few of the children were used to such physical activity. However, after a while they soon adapted to all the hard work, and their young muscles started to show signs of becoming much firmer. Miss Reed made the boy’s wear very tight shorts and the girl’s short skirts both without underwear, not just because of the warm afternoon but because she wanted to humiliate them. Jason suspected that his shorts had been cut wrong, but he soon grew used to the tightness around his balls, and the number of times he had to adjust the material that irritated his anus. The girl’s short skirts also offered an opportunity to glance at their naked charms as they bent to garden. Unfortunately, the tight shorts caused an agony of pain whenever his cock started to get hard. Despite this, his eyes were forever drawn to the squatting girl’s the pain endured for the delight of seeing their cunts. Under Miss Reed’s supervision, there was no escaping punishment for those who didn't work hard, or for those who were just to slow to do as she told them. Jason worked hard despite the constant irritation to his anus and the restriction to his balls; as the last thing he wanted was to add to his agony with yet another caning. Dorothy wasn't so lucky. The fair-haired eleven-year-old with a pixie nose that suited her temperament was fooling around over by the fruit trees. She had been throwing fruit at the others, and quickly turning so as to pretend it wasn't her. Once or perhaps twice, she might have got away with it, but she went on and on, until finally Miss Reed saw her opportunity. “Dorothy Reynolds! Come here!” she ordered. Standing with her hands on her hips, Mary looked forward to punishing the little girl. The children stopped to watch a forlorn and nervous Dorothy make her way over to Miss Reed. They knew that her punishment would be much worse than just a spanking, and for those who had had enough of Dorothy’s antics, they hoped that it would be much worse. “Undress!” Miss Reed ordered. The child began to cry as she reluctantly obeyed, and stood naked without a thought for the others who had stopped work to watch. Miss Reed, a glow of real passion in her face, stood the girl on a wall made of four rows of bricks facing towards her, then took her slender wrists and tied them over her head to an overhanging beam. The rest of the children, encouraged by Miss Reed actions slowly came forward to watch. Miss reed smiled at her attentive little audience, and put on a pair of gloves so that she could retrieve some stinging nettles from the compost. “No please! Not the nettles Miss,” Dorothy begged. “Jason, Jennifer, take hold of her ankles and pull them as far apart as you can,” Miss Reed ordered. Jason rushed forward and quickly took hold of one of Dorothy’s ankles just as Jennifer took hold of the other, then roughly drew it towards him, forcing the suspended girl’s thighs indecently wide. “Right! Hold her tight,” she told Jason and Jennifer, stepping up to the girl with the nettles in her gloved hand. The next few minutes were sheer torture for Dorothy, as her mistress worried the nettles over her body. She whipped the nettles down the outsides of her thighs and then up the insides to her cunt. Breathless, she squealed and squirmed as the nettles were drawn over and then pushed directly into her pretty cunt and then on between her bottom cheeks to torture her tender anus. As Dorothy screamed, Miss Reed slowly swept the nettles over her pert little breasts making her nipples harden, then down again to her now swollen labia sending shocks of pleasure through the child. Jason stared up at her succulent little cunt, engrossed in how it had changed, the flesh now swollen, her clitoris engorged, the pink flesh turned a fiery red. “Right! Jennifer, take Dorothy to the infirmary and the rest of you get back to work,” Miss Reed said, making a mental note to have the girl brought to her bedroom that night, so that Charlie and herself could take their time to really get to know the little tart. ****** It was nearly bedtime, and Jason was writing a letter home and trying to overhear the gossip in the girl’s dormitory about Dorothy’s recent punishment, when he was interrupted. “Come with me, Jason!” Miss Baker said, with a smile. On legs that threatened to give way, Jason followed Miss Baker to her private quarters and stared at the thick drapes covering the windows and doors, the cosy fire and the large four-poster bed. He licked his lips when he saw that Jennifer Madley was lying face down and naked on the bed with her bottom placed over several pillows. Following him into the bedroom, Miss Baker locked the door and drew the thick drape across it. “The drapes help deaden the sound!” she explained. “Listen! She said walking over to Jennifer and spanking her bottom, to prove her point. The position that Jennifer was in, with her thighs slightly parted gave him an uninterrupted view of her cunt and anus as she struggled to avoid her mistresses spanking. “Jennifer has just finished pleasuring me, haven’t you?” Miss Baker told him. “Yes, Miss,” Jennifer, replied. Her crying had ceased, although she still sniffled as she craned her head around to look at him while he, in turn, looked at her. So! I have decided to reward her,” Miss Baker told him, smiling at the sniffling child. “Would you like to fuck her?” Miss Baker asked. Jason nodded, licking his lips at the thought of the exciting offer. “Undress then!” Miss Baker told him. His heart quickening as he did, and blushed when he saw that Jennifer was starring excitedly at his handsome cock. “Give Jennifer your cock to lick and suck first,” Miss Baker ordered him, picking up a martinet and flicking it through the air. “Now! Kneel by her head,” she told him. Jason obeyed, a combination of nervousness and excitement battling inside him as he crouched by the girl's head to gasp as she reached for him, dragging him down to her level so she could start to lick and suck his cock. Miss Baker laughed, kneeling behind Jennifer to whip the martinet down over her bottom. She slowly raised the martinet again and then brought it down hard causing Jennifer to squeal around the head of Jason's cock. “Now Jason! Bend over and kiss her bottom like she did yours,” Miss Baker urged. His cock surged with new excitement, and he bent over the girl and brought his lips and tongue to her bottom, licking and kissing her while she slobbered and panted on his cock. “That’s it!” Miss Baker said. Jason gasped and jerked as Jennifer gasped around his rampant cock as he licked and sucked on her anus, his nose picking up the sweet musk of her arousal. “Oh! You two look so lovely together,” Miss Baker said. With a sly smile she pushed Jason’s head aside to bring the martinet down hard across Jennifer’s bottom, then caressed the girl’s cunt to better judge the state of her arousal. “Right! It’s time,” she told him, her face flushed with her passion. Jason was pulled from the bed and Jennifer made to raise herself up onto her knees then lower her head. With her thighs now parted, the position spread her bottom and left her cunt and anus available. Jason was eager to begin, but was forced to wait while Miss Baker took some photographs. Then, allowing him to kneel behind her, she ordered him to fuck her slowly and reminding him not to spend too quickly. Jason groaned and panted fighting against the urge to thrust into her, and trying not to spend to quickly as her tight cunt quivered lovingly around his cock, and enveloped him in her moist heat. Pleased with his efforts and the photographs she’d taken, she urged him to ravish her. He did just that, thrusting back and forth with manic speed as the surge of his pleasure demanded that he fuck her harder. Jennifer squealed, her cunt soaking him with her wetness. Miss Baker gripped Jennifer’s breasts, pinching her nipples so that the sudden pain would make her thrust her cunt back more urgently onto Jason’s cock. Her thighs shone from her orgasm as she watched Jason grit his teeth and ravish the little tart. Jennifer’s cunt tightened but was so wet it couldn’t stop him from sliding out and in again, pumping her on and on, on and on, forcing him to thrust her still harder, and deeper. “That’s it! Fuck her!” Miss Baker gasped, her own orgasm erupting as she reached between his thighs and squeezed his balls. “Now!” she urged. Jason thought that he was in heaven as he spent, and that it was just another wonderful day in the life of a boy at Birchwood Grange. |