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MELODY - LOST FROM HOME [ part 11 ] Following the lunch break when the girls returned to the classroom they found the window blinds were down and, after all the girls were accounted for, the door was locked behind them. They watched me with slight apprehension as I returned to my desk. “This afternoon we’re going to be studying sexual techniques.” I said and then looked around, Jessica had her hand up. “Yes Jessica?” I asked. “Please sir, some of us are not allowed to participate.” She was fingering her pendant, I nodded. “I am aware of that; however you can join the group until we get to the male responses, at that point the four of you will be given another task, unless you want to continue.” I looked around again, “Any other questions?” no other hands were showing. “Right now first of all you will undress.” There was a collective gasp from the girls, and I just looked impassively, a blond girl shyly raised her hand, I nodded to her. “Plea. . . Please sir, do we have to? In front of you I mean?” The other girls nodded at this, I smiled. “I’m told that most of you are being trained to be perfect sex slaves, is that correct?” after looking between themselves most of the girls nodded, and so I continued, “And to be able to do this you have to get used to being naked in front of people?” I asked. Again there were nods from the girls. I noticed that some of them had started to undress but the majority of the girls were still fidgeting, “I think you’d have to stop thinking of me as a man, but as a teacher, you are here to learn how to get over your shyness, now undress – I’ve seen children naked before, if you need any help just raise your hands.” This placed many in a quandary, should they raise their hands to ask a question, or would I take it as an invitation to undress them? A dark haired girl finally raised her hand, I walked over to her. “Yes, Rachael?” I asked her, “Do you want me to help you?” She swallowed, “I’m sorry Mr. Purple, but I’m scared.” When I looked quizzically at her she continued, “My mum told me never to let a man see me naked, as he would try to do things to me!” Another girl, who was down to her panties, said, “Don’t be such a baby Rachael, my dad told me I had a nice body and would please many boys and men, anyway Mr. Purple isn’t a man. He’s a teacher!” I turned to look at the girl, her name was Sally, she was blond and had blue eyes, her chest was starting to puff up, and I notice that her slit was well defined, as she took down her panties, showing that she was used to the attention of her father at least. I knelt down in front of Rachael, “It is okay to be scared Rachael, the hardest part is when you have to do what scares you,” I spoke quietly to her, and started to undo the buttons on her blouse, she just stood there watching me, I quickly glanced round and saw that the other girls had now started to undress, I returned my attention to Rachael, “Do you think you can carry on now?” I asked her, she slowly nodded her head and started to undo the zip on her skirt. I returned to the front of the class. The girls were now standing by their clothing which was piled on the floor, I looked at them; “Don’t you think you should fold your clothing neatly?” I asked them, I almost made the mistake of saying what would your parents think but stopped myself in time. The girls quickly picked up and folded their clothes, I smiled at them, “That’s good, now you can sit down.” I told them, the seats had taken enough time to cool down, and their faces showed the shock as they sat. “Now you are all aware of the female form, and some of you know about the male form, for the first hour you will be practising on pleasuring your female partner. Now how many ways can this be done? Jessica?” I asked her. She looked slightly put out at my question so she thought for a moment and said, “Kissing the pussy?” I nodded “Good, yes cunnilingus is the real name for it, you use your mouth on your partners’ vagina, imitating the role of the penis, concentrating on the clitoris to cause the partner to achieve a climax, this is also where the slang word ‘cunny’ can be seen when written down. Is there anyone else with a suggestion?” I said. Several hands were now raised, I pointed to Sally who stood and said, “Finger fucking, sir!” I nodded, “Yes, that’s correct. The use of your fingers on the vagina of your partner can simulate the sexual act, when added with the manipulation of the clitoris can increase the intensity of the climax.” I looked at the class, “Now where else can the fingers be used?” One girl slowly put her hand up, and looked nervous about her answer, “Sir? In the ass?” I smiled at her, “Yes, quite correct Annabel. Although anal sex is considered by the outside world as devious, and is normally thought of as practiced by homosexual males, it’s not unusual for partners to use both of the female openings, yes Margaret?” I looked at a girl who had her hand raised. “But sir, doesn’t it hurt?” I was about to answer when Annabel spoke up. “It can do, but if they do it slowly then it isn’t that. . .” She blushed and looked at me, I smiled at her. “That’s okay Annabel, this is a confidential class, and anything said here will remain here.” I looked at all the girls, “I hope you all understand that! Although what you say cannot really be repeated outside of this room, I do expect you to learn about these things, they will help you in your later lives.” The girls looked between themselves and one looked up at a corner. “I’ve told the Principle what we would be covering this session, she’s agreed that unless I do anything to seriously hurt any of you, the monitoring of this session will be silent.” I told them, they just looked at me, “You didn’t think I’d be allowed to teach you without being watched? Remember you are here to learn, not to be forced,” At their relieved exhalation I added, “However, that doesn’t mean that I cannot punish any of you! Just ask Jessica, Sharon and Michelle!” The three girls mentioned started rubbing their backsides and the rest of the girls laughed. I continued, “Now as Annabel said, anal intercourse, sodomy, butt-fucking or ass-reaming can be painful, as the backside does not have any natural lubricant to aid the fucker. It can be used as a punishment by a dom. on his/her sub. The lubricants that can be used are spit – short lived and not very good, Vaseline - which was mainly used before the introduction of KY-jelly and then astroglide and the various flavoured permutations. The main thing to remember is to start off slow with the penetration to allow your partner to become used to the feeling, remember – those of you reading ‘Man with a Maid’ - that Alice was told ‘larger things have come out from there!’” At which the class thought for a moment and then burst into laughter. “Okay then what other ways? Anybody?” The girls just looked around and kept quiet, I waited and then said, “Alright then I’ll continue, tactile contact is just as important, the manipulation of the breasts, or even sucking on the tip of the breast will excite your partner, also of course is kissing your partner, not just on the lips but all over. The only suggestion I can give you is this – Just think how you feel when you touch yourselves, where the best sensations are. Then try to touch those parts on your female partner.” I waited a few moments for the girls to absorb this advice, I still hope it was the right one to give, but it seemed the right one to me! – Now for the practical part of the lesson, I had previously brought in some mattresses from the medical section which I now brought out and started to place on the floor, the girls I had move the desks that they sat at. I noticed that some girls were already looking at each other, trying to get their favourite partner to join them I suppose, but I wanted more of a challenge. “Now girls, I understand that some of you will already be involved with each other, but what I want you to try to do is to pair with a completely different person,” At their moans I continued, “Now I’m saying this because you already know how to satisfy each other, I’m using you to teach the others, I have to do this since I’m not equipped to demonstrate for you.” After a few lingering touches between the Sapphoriphics lovers they parted and walked to choose a new partner. After all the girls had paired off there was one left over, she just looked around forlornly, then she spoke to me, “Mr. Purple, there’s no one to pair with me.” I smiled as she was quite a nice looking girl, still with the puppy fat of youth and the innocent face of a child, which she was, I walked over to her and took her shoulder. “Don’t worry Charlotte, it may seem to be strange but there’s nothing wrong with three girls playing with each other.” She looked at me as if I was out of my mind, perhaps I was, I could have played with her, but I wanted her to feel how a girl reacts to her tongue. I took her over to where Jessica was busy playing away with a red-headed girl (I think her name was Mandy). I touched their shoulders causing them to break. “Have you ever tried a daisy chain?” I asked them, at their raised eyebrows I assumed that they’d never heard of that, so I explained it, “One girl pleasures the other with her tongue on the vagina, except that there are three of you, try to think of a triangle with your mouths and vaginas as the points.” Charlotte then said; “If I do this does that mean I won’t be a virgin anymore?” I had forgotten this, and had to ensure that no accidents occurred, I spoke up loudly to the class. “How many of you are still virgins?” about a third raised their hands, including Charlotte, I nodded and so added, “Okay then, remember the virgins are to remain so. Do NOT and I mean NOT rupture their hymens during this lesson, those of you who aren’t virgins will know that sometimes the master or parent wants the privilege of removing this from their child, it is not for us to prevent their pleasure. Anyone doing this will report to the Principle for punishment, and she can be very constructive about such things I hear” the girls shuddered at that; it seems they’ve been hearing stories about her. I then left the girls to their own devices and went back to my seat to watch them, you could tell the experts from the novices, the novices were the first to climax, I got up and went to the first pair to achieve this and spoke to the gasping girl. “You like the feeling?” I asked her, she nodded, unable to speak, “And you felt what she was doing to you?” another nod, “Then do the same to her, return the favour!” I think she got the idea as her head dropped to her partners’ groin, and soon the flexing of the hips told me that she found the right place. I had to coach several girls in the intricacies of pussy-eating; no doubt to the amusement of those who were already adept at the skill, ‘what does a man know about it’ was the unspoken question. But then the improvement in their partners’ skill showed that some of the lessons were being taken on board. After 45 minutes I started to go around the pairs, asking them to slow down and disengage, to give them time to get their breaths back, I’d arranged for pitchers of water to be available as I knew they would need to regain the fluids they’d lost, I also allowed them to use the washbasin in the corner of the room, to wipe down their sweaty bodies, if there had been a shower in the room I would have let them use that! I realised something and so picked up the phone by the side of the desk. The administration office quickly answered, they listened to my request and agreed. The required items were available and would be available to my class, the smaller items would be delivered in a few minutes, I thanked them and replaced the receiver. Some of the girls were looking at their clothes on their desk, obviously wanting to dress, but not having permission had decided to wait, which was good – as I would have to punish any who did dress. “Please remain as you are for the moment,” I said, “I don’t think you’d want to put clothes on your bodies at this time.” I waited for them to stop looking at each other, “Not because I want to look at your sexy bodies for the rest of the day, although I do!” This made a few of them blush – and the red sheen went all over their bodies, and I continued, “But I have made arrangements for you to use the showers in the girls changing room, I’m sorry I didn’t think of that earlier.” A hand was raised, I nodded to the girl. “Please Mr. Purple; will we have to walk through the school like this?” She asked, I almost said yes, but decided not to play with them. “No, the school will provide gowns and towels for you to use, when they arrive we will all leave this room quietly until we get to the showers, once there you will all shower completely and then dry yourselves off, after then you can dress, is that understood?” The group said, “Yes, Mr. Purple.” And then Jessica raised her hand again, I nodded to her. “Please sir, are you going to be with us in the shower?” again some of the girls went red, I nodded. “I did say WE were going there, I did include myself in that statement, is there a problem?” I asked the group. Another girl raised her hand, “But sir, men aren’t allowed in the girls’ showers!” she said in a slightly anxious voice. I checked the list and found out her name, “Tracy I’ve told you all, here I am a teacher not a man, and it’s not as if you have anything to hide from me, is there?” The girls all shook their heads, although some of them didn’t look too happy. A knock on the door disturbed the class, I went to the door and unlocked it, Kris from the office was there, towel and gowns in hand. I thanked her and closed the door again, and then I went around the class handing out a gown and towel to each girl, who quickly put on the gowns, when I had handed all the gowns out I found that I had an extra towel; I didn’t want to put it down and so placed it over my arm. Once all were covered I opened the door, and barefooted the girls all filed out and walked toward the gym. Although some did seem perturbed at walking almost naked through the school I tried to calm their nerves. “Don’t worry about anything girls, all the other classes are busy and won’t have time to look out of their doors, we’re just going to finish off a special gym class, which requires that you shower off as normal.” I followed the girls into the changing rooms; they stood by the entrance to the showers. “Right girls, now put your clothes onto the benches here, then undress and enter the showers, Sally do you know where the control are?” the girl directed me to the end of the cubicles where a master control was located, they seemed easy enough, just set the heat and then turn on the water, the only drawback was that the controls were set high up so that the children couldn’t use them, and a shower head was right by the controls, if I started the shower I would get wet. Now I knew what the extra towel was for! I undressed aware of the girls watching me, I turned and looked at them, “Well? Did you expect me to use the shower fully dressed?” I asked them, and then removed my shorts, a few girls turned their heads, but some watched with wolfish glee. I folded my clothes and placed them beyond the reach of the water and then turned on the showers, which started off cold, which brought shrieks from the group, but soon it warmed up and the girls started to soap themselves off with bars provided in the showers. The girl next to me shyly looked at me, “Do you want me to soap you up sir?” she asked, I shook my head. “No that’s okay; I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.” I told her, she smiled at me. “I don’t mind, daddy lets me do it for him, I like doing it for him.” ‘Lucky daddy’ I thought, this town certainly does have surprises. When I was sure that all the girls had washed themselves I warned them to finish, and a few minutes later turned off the showers allowing the girls to dry themselves, and I got busy with my own towel. It must have been the only time I hadn’t taken the chance to look at the array of young flesh, I suppose I was getting used to them, even after one day; however I did note that they took ample opportunity to ogle me. When we were all dressed, I got the girls to line up and we walked back to the classroom, I looked at the clock; there was enough time to teach arithmetic to the girls, much to their dismay. Once the school day was finished the children left the classroom, Jessica stopped by my desk, I looked at her. “Thank you Mr. Purple, I liked what we did today. Will you be here tomorrow?” She asked. I smiled, “I hope so Jessica, it all depends on what Principle Salinas thinks of me.” She shyly looked down for a moment and then quickly kissed me on my cheek, before running out of the room. She just missed the Principle on her way into the classroom; once she was certain that all the children had left she closed the door. “Well Mr. Purple, what do you think of your class?” she said with a smile. “They’re a bright bunch, happy to learn here, I’m afraid I did have to use you as a threat.” She raised her eyes in question, “I said that if they didn’t do as I said I’d send them to you.” She smiled, “And I would have sent them straight back to you – you’re the teacher in charge of them, any punishment is allowed within reason, you know, just as long as they are able to walk, and of course remembering the restrictions of the pendants.” Then as an afterthought she said, “I noticed Jessica Walters was leaving late, did you have to have further words with her?” I smiled, “Jessica, no, she wanted to know if I would be here tomorrow, apparently she liked the day’s lessons, its strange how children respond to being punished.” I said. Salinas nodded, “She lost her father some weeks ago, and was starting to rebel against everything, we’ve tried to control her and I would have sent her to mistress Vicki, except she’s away at the moment, the faculty was thinking of sending her for special re-training, this is her last chance to improve.” She looked me straight in the eyes. “I hope you’ll prove us wrong with her.” She left the room, leaving me with my thoughts. As Scarlett O’Hara said, ‘tomorrow is another day’ I must thank rpr69..., sjp and Boomer for their comments thanks guys, also to 'unknown' - Hey I'll never call my readers 'morons' only those who don't read are morons. I like my readers! - Turner. |