Author: Connard Wellingham
Title: The Girls School
Part: Chapter 12
Summary: Adam Hazel finds a new job at an exclusive girl's school where he finds 
things are not quite as they seem...
Keywords: MF, Mf, FF, ff, M+F+f+, F+f+, bdsm, span, oral, cons

The Girl's School 
By: Connard Wellingham
Copyright (c) Connard Wellingham 2003

	This story contains what is known as 'adult content', ie sex.  Why one 
should be allowed to read about murder, torture, violence and killing but not 
sex is a mystery to me - but there you go, that's the way it is.  So if it is 
not legal for you to read about sex where you are, or you are deemed too young 
to read about sex or, you find stories about sex offensive - DO NOT READ THIS 
STORY.

	This story is fiction.  This story is FANTASY.  It is intended solely for 
your amusement and enjoyment.  The author would not like to mislead the more 
gullible among you that the world really is as depicted here.  Whether the world 
would be a better place if people did behave as they do in the story is a moot 
point.

	This story can be freely distributed so long as;
	a) neither the distributor nor the recipient make any profit from it,
	b) no words are changed without the author's consent,
	c) the author is credited with being the author,
	d) this warning section is included,
	e) acknowledgment is given to www.asstr.org as being the original source 
of the text.

	The author welcomes helpful comments and can be contacted at 
cwellingham@SoftHome.net.

Chapter 12 - The Secret Society (MF, Mf, Fff, fff, bdsm)

	Adam was really finding his feet now.  He was more relaxed; the girls were 
more relaxed and, paradoxically more respectful.  They began to be more 
imaginative with their 'uniforms' but now he found this exciting and 
exhilarating rather than stressful.  He would deliberately make some 
appreciative comment at some of their more outré interpretations.  His classes 
went smoothly and he was developing the sort of relationships with his students 
that he was accustomed to.  He still found it occasionally disconcerting that, 
to achieve this, he had had to beat them and maintain the role of a  martinet - 
albeit in a sexual sense.  However, he began to enjoy life again.

	His 'additional duties' became more intense.  Anne repeated her fellatio 
lesson for most of the classes in the school.  The older girls were, naturally, 
more experienced and better at cock-sucking and he found it harder to contain 
himself and maintain the necessary detachment.  He barely managed not to cum 
during the first round with the 3rd year, which, admittedly, contained more than 
it's fair share of exceedingly sexy young girls.  He was equally hard pressed 
with the 4th year and was not looking forward to meeting the 5th whom Anne had, 
for some reason, by-passed.  The follow-up lessons were even worse as the girls, 
having got over the novelty of having a real live man to practice on, set about 
teasing and tormenting him for all they were worth.  During his second session 
with the 3rd year he came three times.   

	By the end of each day he fell into bed exhausted and awoke the following 
morning still feeling tired and dissipated.  The face that stared out from his 
bathroom mirror looked drawn and haggard and his appetite disappeared.  He 
wondered what was happening to him and was shocked to realise that, for the past 
few weeks, he had cum on average twice every day.  That average was going to go 
up rather than down for Anne had an ambitious education programme for her 
charges.  By the end of it, he estimated that he could be fucking every girl in 
the school once a week.  The thought made him shudder and the realisation that 
it did made him profoundly depressed.

	He was picking at his dinner one evening, pushing pieces of meat from a 
delicious stew around his plate when he realised Helen had sat down opposite.

	He looked up at her indifferently.  "Hello, Helen."

	She said nothing for a while but studied him carefully.  "You look awful," 
she said at last.

	"A friendly greeting."

	"I'm serious.  You look awful."

	"That's good because I feel awful."

	She studied him a while longer.  "Come and see me when you've finished."  
She left, leaving him feeling more depressed than ever.

	She was waiting in her office when he arrived.

	"Strip down to you underpants, please," she said by way of greeting.

	"What?"

	"Strip, please."

	"Why?"

	She gave an exasperated sigh.  "Adam, you are clearly not well.  I am not 
a qualified doctor but I do know enough to give you a proper physical check-up.  
Now, if you've finished with the inane questions, we'll get on with it."

	"I'm sorry, Helen.  I wasn't thinking straight."

	He stripped as requested and sat up on the examining table.  She did all 
the things doctors normally do when checking a patient's general health.  Adam 
considered the mystery that was Helen as she did.  He had not really had much 
contact with her and realised he knew very little about her.  He knew she did 
not apparently approve of the secret activities of the school and was puzzled as 
why she stayed.  The one time he had broached the topic he had been rebuffed.  
He surreptitiously examined this enigmatic woman - well spoken, intelligent, 
probably privately educated, had some medical training.  Physically she was very 
attractive - tall, slender, fine-boned, elegant, high-breasted and long-legged.  
Her face, framed by thick dark-brown hair, was somewhat thin and her features a 
trifle pointed.  These somehow added to her attractiveness.   Her expression, 
though, was always serious.  She rarely smiled and she carried an air of quiet 
disapproval.

	"Right," she said at last.  "You can get dressed, now."

	"What's the verdict, doc?  Will I live?" he joked.

	"Don't call me that." Her voice was sharp.

	"What?  Doc?  Sorry.  I was only joking."

	"I'm not a doctor and I don't like being referred to as one."

	"I apologise.  I won't do it again.  What have you discovered?"

	She brushed her hair off her forehead with an impatient hand.
	"I was, perhaps, a trifle sharp."  He realised this was meant as an 
apology.  

"Anyway, you're suffering from simple exhaustion.  I'm going to give you a 
tonic."

	"Okay."

	"And I want you to start going to the fitness room.  See Barbara and 
she'll work out a programme for you."

	"I didn't know we had a fitness room."

	"Oh, yes.  We don't do any organised sport but the girls must stay fit 
somehow.  Anne is quite adamant and I agree with her.  Fitness is mandatory."

	"Oh.  Then that would..." He realised he was thinking aloud and finished the 
thought silently '... explain why the girls were in such good shape.'   He had 
noticed they all seemed to be particularly well toned and honed.

	"What?"

	"Nothing.  Just an idle thought.  So I see Barbara about fitness."

	"Yes.  And I'll speak to Anne about reducing your, er, additional duties 
for a while.  Oh, yes," she noticed his look, "I know about them.  That's the 
cause of your exhaustion."

	"But you don't approve of them."

	"It's not my place to either approve or disapprove." Her tone was cold.  
"Now I'll get you that tonic."

	"Thank you," he said mildly.

	She returned some ten minutes later and handed him a large bottle filled 
with a thick green liquid.

	"It doesn't look much and it tastes as bad as it looks, I'm afraid.  But 
it will do you good so you must take is as directed."  She gave him a thin 
smile.

 "I will.  And thank you for taking the time to check me over.  I was afraid I 
might have some sort of virus."

	"Not at all."

	He left, clutching his bottle and with a determination to, one day, find 
out more about this strange, enigmatic woman.

~~~~~~~

	True to her word, she spoke to Anne who reduced his workload, much to the 
disappointment of the girls.  True to his word, he took his medicine as 
directed.  In one thing Helen had been wrong.  It didn't taste as bad as it 
looked - it tasted much, much worse.  He also saw Barbara who showed him the 
fitness room and gave him an exercise regime.  The fitness room was impressive 
with machines to exercise, seemingly every muscle in the body independently.  He 
had always thought of himself as fairly fit, being an enthusiastic amateur 
football player, but after his first workout he realised he had become very out 
of condition.  If truth be told, he would probably have abandoned the whole 
thing half way through if Barbara hadn't been watching with a superior smile on 
her face.

	However the three remedies proved effective.  He slept like a log and woke 
feeling refreshed.  He began to enjoy his food and, best of all, he began to 
feel randy again.  The old bounce returned to his step and he felt on top of the 
world.  His recovery was noted with relief by more than a few.

	"I think," said Anne to Barbara, "it's time Adam came to a meeting of the 
Secret Society."

	"Good," Barbara leered.  "Do I get to whip him again?  I haven't paid him 
back for making me cum."

	"Not this time," laughed Anne.  "I want Adam to set the agenda.  I want to 
see how inventive he is and whether he's understood our aims or is still in stud 
heaven.  I'd be grateful if you'd give him some guidance."

	"I suppose so," said Barbara regretfully.  "But I still want him.  He has 
such a nice, tight bum.  It would look so good with some nice, red weals across 
it."

	"Barbara, you're incorrigible. We'll see.  Truth to tell, I rather agree 
with you." 

	Anne selected four of the 3rd year, knowing Adam seemed to have a thing 
for them.  He was somewhat taken aback when she told him.

	"But I've never organised anything like that before," he protested.

	"Then it's time you started.  Just remember they are still young and 
relatively recent recruits.  Barbara will give you all the help you need."

	He spent an interesting evening exploring the possibilities of the Club 
Room.  Several ideas came to mind which he rejected as being too extreme.  
Eventually he came up with a plan and took it to Barbara.  She basically 
approved and added a few suggestions of her own.

~~~~~~~

	At the appointed hour, Adam was despatched to conduct the chosen girls to 
the Club Room.  As he had instructed, they were dressed as model schoolgirls; 
pleated skirts, white ankle socks, black pumps, white cotton panties.  The 
difference was that, on top, they had translucent white blouses and no bras.  
They looked both nervous and excited.

	"Do you know what's going to happen?" he asked them.

	They nodded.  "You will first beat us then fuck us," said Eva in her 
delightful accent.

	"Are you scared?"

	"A little.  It's not nice being beaten."

	"But it's great afterwards," said Paula.

	"It's what we're here for," shrugged Nikki.

	He escorted them to the door and told them to enter in pairs holding 
hands.  They stepped nervously into the Club Room and he slipped off to remove 
his outdoor clothes.  They were greeted by the sight of Anne an Barbara dressed 
in traditional school-teacher's gowns.  That the gowns were made of black silk 
and, beneath them the pair were practically naked, charged the air with erotic 
intent.  Anne had chosen sheer black stocking and black patent shoes with 5-inch 
heels.  Her harness bra made her large breasts jut out with uncompromising 
sexual intent.  Barbara, a devotee of latex, had a severe, shiny black corselet 
which lifted her breasts high and framed her blonde bush.  Black latex stiletto-
heeled boots clung to her legs.  Adam, as he slipped in quietly behind the 
girls, had a gown was matt black under which he sported nothing but a cock 
harness.  All in all the three presented a appearance of aggressive sexuality.

	In keeping with the charade, Anne harangued the girls about some 
fictitious misdemeanour.  The four schoolgirls exchanged apprehensive looks.  
Whatever they had been expecting, it wasn't this.  Having finished berating 
them, she made them remove their skirts and kneel up on a narrow bench.  It was 
so narrow that they could only just get their knees on it.  To keep their 
balance, the girls had to reach up and grip a rail at forehead level which 
forced their bottoms to stick out provocatively.  Anne and Adam passed down the 
row and pulled down each girl's cotton panties to just below her buttocks.  They 
stepped back to admire their handiwork - four taut schoolgirl bottoms outthrust 
and poised to receive whatever treatment their tormentors chose.  His cock began 
to stir.  To add to his pleasure, the bench was hard and sore on the girls' 
knees.  They began to shift their weight from one leg to the other making 
their bottoms twitch and roll enticingly.

	Adam and Anne stepped up behind them and ran their hands lovingly over the 
tense bottoms.  Adam slipped his hand between their thighs to feel their twats.  
He was both amused and pleased that there was a distinctly damp feel to both 
Paula and Coral.  He held his hand up for Anne so sniff.

	"Such hot girls, don't you think?" she murmured.

	Barbara handed the pair long, flexible canes which they swished 
menacingly.  Anticipating what was to come, four pairs of buttocks clenched 
nervously.  Taking their time to draw out the tension of expectation they each 
laid four strokes on the girls' exposed bottoms.  The canes swished down with a 
terrifying whistle and landed on the tense flesh with a satisfying crack.  The 
air was filled with sobs and screams and tears as ribbons of pain lanced through 
young teen bodies.  Four pairs of buttocks became expertly decorated with twelve 
bright red stripes.  The three adults stepped back, leaving their charges to 
hang, sobbing, their knees aching from the hard wooden bench and their bottoms 
aflame.  Coral took one hand off the rail and made to rub her burning bottom.  
Instantly, Barbara's cane whistled down again.  Coral screamed and nearly 
toppled from the bench.  She gripped the rail tightly, practically dancing on 
her knees as more pain raced through her body.

	Indeed all the girls were twisting and turning in vain efforts to relieve 
their burning bottoms.  The sight made Adam's cock stand up straight.

	"What a delightful sight," he murmured to Anne, sliding a hand inside her 
gown to fondle her firm bottom.

	"Yes," she replied, wiggling her bottom under his hand.  "I bet you'd like 
to do the same to me."

	"The thought did occur," he said, squeezing her cheek forcefully.

	Having enjoyed the spectacle for long enough, the girls were allowed to 
stand up.  To prevent them from rubbing their tender bottoms or pulling up their 
panties, they were made to place their hands on their heads.  They were then 
told to walk across the room to another bench.  As their panties were tight 
about their upper thighs, they could only hobble with small, mincing steps which 
caused much delightful jiggling.

	This new bench was a very strange affair.  It had six bottom-sized 
indentations which ensured that the sitter was positioned correctly.  This was 
important for, protruding from the seats were small dildos.  Anne and Barbara 
removed the girls panties and made them sit on the bench.  The dildos were 
inserted into their cunts.  The girls protested wildly about how sore their 
bottoms were but their protests were ignored.  Once seated, they were made to 
stretch out their arms, each girl linking with her neighbours and the arms were 
bound together.  Finally, their knees were pushed wide apart and each girl was 
attached to her neighbour by the ankle.  They stared at their tormentors 
apprehensively, fearful of what new mischief might be afoot.

	Adam knelt down behind the bench and reached underneath.  He began to 
push upwards.  Paula, who was in the middle, let out a shout and stared down 
between her legs.

	"Aieee, what's happening.  Ohhhh," she cried.

	What was happening was that the small dildo was becoming a larger one. 
Most of its length had been hidden below the bench and Adam was now easing it 
upwards, burying it deep in the teenager's cunt.

	"Oh, God," cried Paula.  "What are you doing."

	Having dealt with Paula, Adam attended to the other three, slowly easing 
the dildos up into the cunts of the girls above.  Soon he had the four girls 
sitting on the bench with their tight teen twats stuffed full of plastic cock 
and their legs spread wide apart for the lustful appreciation of their audience.

	The shock of this intrusion initially distracted the girls from noticing 
that the cover of the bench was of coarse wool.  Very soon, however, they became 
aware that their seats were not comfortable.  The material scratched against 
their inflamed skin.  It began as a tingling sensation, grew to an itch and 
finally became an unbearable prickly heat.  They could not escape it, they could 
not relieve it.  Their bottoms were on fire and the flames slowly spread through 
their whole bodies, penetrating every nerve.  They cried, they squealed, they 
begged for mercy.  They sobbed, the tears rolling down their cheeks, they 
screamed.   They wriggled and squirmed and writhed and twisted but the more they 
did the worse it got.

	The writhing and twisting, of course, made the dildos move around inside 
their cunts and the more they wriggled the more the dildos churned.  To add to 
the experience, Barbara crossed to a small control panel and manipulated some 
switches.  From below the bench came the whine of electric motors and the dildos 
began to move round and round and up and down.  Very soon the pain in the girls 
bottoms was fighting with the waves of pleasure caused by the electric dildos in 
their cunts.  The screams turned to moans and the begging to pleading as pain 
and pleasure surged through their bodies in equal measure.

	Paula's eyes took on a wild and feral look.  She began to work her hips 
frantically, oblivious to the smarting of her bottom.  Her mouth hung slackly 
open and her breathing came in ragged pants.

	"Oh.  Oh, yes,  Yes," she gasped 

	She stiffened, her head thrown back.  "Aiieee," she cried.  "I'm cumming.  
Oh. God, yessss!"

	Her orgasm seem to trigger the others and, before too long, the other 
three also came and the cries of pain had become cries of ecstasy.

	But the torment did not stop for the girls, the dildos continued to churn 
away inside their cunts and their sore bottoms were still being irritated by the 
scratchy seats.  The three adults carefully unfastened the girls' blouses and 
pushed them back to reveal four exquisite pairs of breasts with distended 
nipples.  Crouching down, the adults suckled on the youthful breasts, teasing 
the girls even more.  Barbara handed out four pairs of nipple clamps, each pair 
joined by a silver chain.  Before the girls realised what was happening, the 
clamps had been deftly attached to their protuberant nipples.

	"Aaiiee," they cried and further ribbons of pain shot through them.

	Still crouching, Adam and Anne reached out between the parted legs and 
sought the girls' swollen clits.  Overcome by the assault of two sources of pain 
and two sources of pleasure the girls squirmed their way to further orgasms.  At 
last, unable to take any more, they hung in their bonds, panting and sweating, 
their breasts heaving, their eyes glazed and their mouths slack.

	Taking pity on them at last, the adults released their victims.  They 
gently helped the girls to stand and guided them to a soft divan where they were 
made to lie on their tummies.  Anne applied soothing lotion to the inflamed 
bottoms while Adam and Barbara sponged them down.

	When they had recovered sufficiently, they were helped into a sitting 
position - with much wincing and 'ouches' - and given refreshing drinks.

	"Oh, Miss Henderson," said Nikki at last, "that was...  phew... well, I don't 
know... It was indescribable."

	Anne smiled at her fondly.  "You were all very good.  Weren't they good, 
Mr Hazel?"

	"They were, indeed, Miss Henderson.  And they'll be even better soon."

	"There's not more, is there?" cried Coral in alarm.  "Oh, I don't think I 
can take any more."

	"We haven't cum yet," said Adam.

	"Oh," said Paula, eyeing his still erect cock.  "Does that mean...?"

	"It does indeed," said Adam with a leer.

	"Well, in that case..."  She licked her lips.

	"What are you like?" said Nikki.

	"I don't know," said Coral.  "I think I would like to be fucked now."

	"I know I would," said Paula.

	"It's not only Mr Hazel who needs satisfaction," said Anne, striking a 
pose with her gowns pushed aside, legs astride, hands on hips and pelvis thrust 
forward.  "Who's first?"

	"Ooh," the girls gasped.

	Eva, rolled onto her knees and crawled forward.  "Me, Miss Henderson, if 
you would like."

	Anne smiled down at the French girl who knelt at her feet, her long brown 
hair dishevelled and falling over her face.  "I would like.  Off the bed, 
girls."

	The girls stood and Anne lay down on the mattress.  She spread her legs 
and beckoned Eva.  Eagerly the young girl crawled between Anne's thighs.  Anne 
raised her hips.

	"Show me what you've learned," she commanded.

	Eva lowered her head and started to lick round the outer lips of Anne's 
cunt.  Next she planted little kisses and nibbled gently.

	"Oh," Anne gasped. "I think you've learned well."

	The others watched as Eva got more adventurous and Anne began to buck her 
hips in response to Eva's ministrations.  It was an erotic sight; the statuesque 
blonde, her large breasts rolling and her hips twitching with the honey-toned 
French girl crouched between her outspread thighs, her pert bottom up in the air 
still red from the earlier abuse.

	Adam's cock was fully erect and he noticed that the other girls had their 
hands between their thighs.  He glanced at Barbara who flashed an amused smile.  
With a slight nod of his head he indicated that Nikki would be his choice.  
Barbara nodded.  He touched Nikki on the shoulder and gently pushed her towards 
the bed.  Paula looked disappointed.

	"My bottom's still very sore, sir," said Nikki.

	"That's okay.  You'll be on top."

	He lay down and made Nikki stand astride him.  He looked up at the well-
developed 15-year-old with her blonde bush and large, pink-tipped breasts.

	"Do you like what you see, sir," she asked archly.

	"I do indeed, Nikki."

	He made her turn round and squat over his thighs.  She opened her pussy 
lips with two fingers of one hand and guided his rigid member to the entrance of 
her vagina.  Slowly she lowered herself further, impaling herself on the first 
few inches of his cock.

	"Oohh," she gasped.  "That feels do good."

	"Mmmm, indeed it does," he replied.

	She began to bounce up and down.  Because he was only partly embedded, she 
had to be careful not to lose him.  As it was, at the top of her bounce, only 
the glans was inside.  For Adam the sensation  was exquisite.  In this position 
her cunt seemed particularly tight and the feeling of his sensitive glans 
slipping in and out was superb.  The sight of her taut reddened bottom bouncing 
up and down added to the thrill.

	He glanced over and saw that Eva was still crouched between Anne's thighs 
working her cunt assiduously.  Anne had her fingers buried in the girl's brown 
hair and seemed to be trying to pull the young girl's head into her cunt.  
Barbara had the other two crouched at her feet and was making them lick all the 
way up her shiny black boots.  From time to time she would flick a many-stranded 
whip across their backs almost caressingly.

	Spurred on by these erotic sights, he reached out and scored his 
fingernails across the tender skin of Nikki's tense bottom.

	"Aieee.  Oh, please.  No, sir," she begged.

	She bounced faster as his nails continued to torment her.

	"Oh.  No. Oh.  Oh," she panted.

	He started to move, thrusting upwards to meet her coming down.  She needed 
no encouragement now and bounced vigorously on his cock, panting and wailing.  
He began to feel the cum rising and his balls tighten.

	"Oh, sir.  Don't stop.  I'm going to cum," she suddenly cried.

	"I'm going to cum too, Nikki," he panted hoarsely.

	She was wriggling frantically now, twisting and turning and bouncing on 
his cock.  It proved too much.  With a hoarse cry he arched his back, driving 
his cock deep into her hot cunt and came long and hard.

	"Oh, yes," she cried as she felt the cum squirting into her as, head 
thrown back and hands clutching her breasts, she came too.

	The strain of squatting for so long, unnoticed in the heat of her passion, 
suddenly made itself felt.  Her legs turned to jelly and she collapsed sideways, 
half lying across him.  Wincing, she tried to straighten up and he helped her 
roll off onto the mattress where she curled up in a foetal position.

	He lay back, fingers linked behind his head, in a state of well-being and 
looked around.  Anne had finally released Eva and the pair were relaxing, Eva 
cuddled into Anne's arms.  Barbara was still being serviced.  She was standing, 
legs apart and knees bent with Coral's face pressed against her bare cunt and 
Paula licking and kissing her bottom.  A flush had spread across her face and 
shoulders and her skin was gleaming with sweat.  As he watched, she began to 
tremble.

	"That's it, Coral.  Just like that," she cried in an oddly harsh voice.  
Her belly spasmed and she pressed Coral's head against her cunt as she came.  
She sank to the floor, pulling the girl with her.

	Anne and Eva got up and fetched more drinks.  They relaxed, the adults 
caressing and cuddling their chosen partners.  The girls were quiet and somewhat 
glassy-eyed.  It was the first time they had experienced a private club session 
and they 
were a bit overwhelmed by the glut of sensations they had just experienced.  If 
truth 
be told, Adam was feeling a bit that way too.
	Paula, approached him shyly.  "Please, sir, can I ask you a favour?"
"Of course, Paula."
"Would you... would you fuck me?  Please?"
	He looked down at the slender girl in astonishment.  She had been whipped, 
abused and sexually tormented - and still she wanted to be fucked.  He couldn't 
see her face as she was looking at the ground, her face hidden behind her hair.  
She was certainly a very desirable girl, as were all the 3rd year, and his cock 
began to stir at the idea of penetrating her tight cunt.

	"I think that could be arranged," he said with a smile.

	She looked up and there was hunger in her eyes.

	"Thank you, sir.  I really need it."

	"How so?"

	She flushed in embarrassment.  "I don't know, sir.  It's sort of like an 
itch.  Inside me.  The sort you can't scratch.  But somehow...  I just need to 
feel your cock inside me.  Please don't be angry."

	He cupped her pointy breasts and rubbed the already stiff nipples with his 
thumbs.  She drew a sharp indrawn breath.

	"Why should I be angry, Paula.  It's good that you should want to feel a 
cock inside you.  That's what we're training you for.  Don't be embarrassed 
about it.  However," he glanced down.  "I may need some assistance."

"Oh, may I, sir," she asked eagerly.

He nodded.  She dropped to her knees and hefted his flaccid cock in one hand.  
Pushing her hair behind her ears, she bent forward and closed her lips around 
the tip.  They had learned their lessons well, these girls, and with lips and 
tongue and teeth and hands she soon had him standing erect.

	He touched her head to indicate he was ready.  She glanced up and he 
nodded.  She stood and, holding onto his cock possessively, led him to a settee.  
Instead of, as he'd thought, lying down, she leant on the arm and spread her 
ankles wide apart.

	Like this," she said, looking back at him with need in her eyes.  "If you 
don't 
mind."

	e looked at the slender legs, the muscles tautened by the pose, the small 
tight 
buttocks, and the long gash of her cunt, its outer lips open and the pink inner 
lips clearly visible.

	"No, I don't mind at all," he said, stepping up behind her and running his 
hands up her soft inner thighs and over the firm buttocks.

	With his thumbs, he prised apart the outer lips of her cunt and shuffled 
forward until the tip of his cock was lodged just inside her.  Pressing forward, 
he slid into her tight warmth.

	She gave a deep sigh.  "That's just what I need.  Fuck me hard, please.  
Don't hold back."

	He gripped her bottom, drew back and thrust powerfully forward, burying 
himself up to his balls.

	"Ahhhh," she wailed.  "So good."

	With his fingers digging into her bottom, he began to thrust in and out as 
hard as he could.  His thighs slapped against hers and his balls swung back and 
forth, banging against her mound.  At the end of every stroke he rose up on the 
balls of his feet, lifting her up off the floor on tiptoe.  She braced her arms 
against the settee and pushed back at him, eager to meet his onslaught.  

	"Yes.  Yes," she cried.  "Like that."

	 Suddenly, a stinging pain lanced across his bottom, then another.  The 
shock made him drive into Paula even harder.

	"Oh, shit," he cried.

There were giggles behind him.  He was too focussed on pounding into 
Paula's willing cunt to look round but surmised that Anne and Barbara had 
incited the other girls into spanking him.

	The blows continued, spurring him on to greater efforts.  He was panting 
hoarsely, Paula was wailing and moaning, the audience was egging them on with 
cries of encouragement.  Suddenly she gave a wailing cry, almost a howl.   He 
could feel her cunt convulse against his cock as she came.  Her body convulsed 
then went limp though she continued to grip the settee arm tightly.  He could 
feel his balls tighten as his climax approached.  He grasped her hips tightly 
and thrust into her in shirt, harsh jabs until his cum spilled along his cock 
and spurted into her.

	"Ohhh," she wailed.  "I can feel you cumming.  Oh, yessss."

	He relaxed, his legs trembling and, as his cock began to shrink, pulled 
out of the young girl's cunt.  A stream of sticky cum tricked from her cunt and 
down the inside of her thigh.  She was so week she could hardly stand and Adam 
had to help her hobble over to the mattress.  She sank down with a sigh and 
smiled up at him, a satisfied look on her face.

	"Thank you, sir.  I needed that."

	He knelt down and kissed her tenderly.  "Thank you, Paula."

	"Eva, Coral, clean her up," commanded Anne.  The girls looked round in 
confusion. "She's dripping cum.  Clean her up.  Use your tongues."
Paula's classmates knelt on the mattress and tentatively licked at her sticky 
thighs.

	"Mmmm, that's nice," Paula murmured.

	With growing enthusiasm, the pair cleaned Adam's cum from Paula's thighs.  
With a glance up to see how she was reacting, Eva shifted higher and began to 
lick around Paula's pussy.  Paula gasped and Eva stopped.

	"No, don't stop, Eva.  That's nice."

	Thus encouraged, Eva retuned to her labours.  Her busy tongue was soon 
between Paula's pussy lips, lapping the cum from inside her cunt.  Paula moaned 
softly as she felt her friend's tongue invade her.  She spread her thighs wider 
and hunched her hips to urge Eva on.  Nothing loathe, Eva began to lick and 
probe in earnest, sucking out swallowing the residue of Adam's deposit.  Paula 
was tossing her head from side to side.  Despite having been forcefully fucked 
such a short time ago, Eva was rousing her again.

	Coral, having had her cleaning duties interrupted, had an inspiration.  
Seeing Eva's pert bottom waving in the air and ho much Paula was enjoying the 
attention, she crawled round behind the French girl and stuck her tongue in 
Eva's cunt.  Eva's cry of surprise was audible even though her mouth was full of 
pussy.  She wiggled her hips to tell Coral to continue and doubled her assault 
on Paula.  Coral attacked Eva's cunt with vigour, probing and poking, licking 
and sucking.

	"Good God," murmured Anne in Adam's ear.  "Wherever did they learn to do 
that?"

	"Extra-curricular activity, I bet," he replied.

	"Very talented girls.  I might be tempted to try them out for myself, one 
day."

	"And I'd like to be a fly on the wall.  But, yes, there's something about 
the 3rd that's special."

	The activity on the bed became more frantic as both Eva and Paula 
approached and then reached orgasm.  With beaming smiles the three girls 
exchanged passionate and sticky kisses.

	"Okay, girls," announced Anne clapping her hands for attention.  "That 
will be all for tonight.  Get dressed and Ms Beech will escort you back to your 
dorms.  Remember you must not discuss what happened here - Club Rules."

	Coral and Eva looked disappointed, not having been fucked yet but they all 
obediently wandered round collecting their scattered clothing and putting it on.  
Adam noted that watching young girls getting dressed was almost as erotic as 
watching them getting undressed.  The difference, he concluded, was that once 
the clothes off, he got to fuck the wearer.  Finally dressed, they allowed 
Barbara to usher them out.  Coral looked back wistfully - a fact not unnoticed 
by either Adam or Anne.

	Anne and Adam tidied the room; returning apparatus to its position, 
straightening covers and cushions, collecting glasses, and so on.  Satisfied 
that all was in order, Anne linked her arm companionably through Adam's and the 
pair made their way to her apartment.

	Anne fixed drinks as Adam sprawled out on one of the huge, leather sofas.

	"That was a good show," she said with a satisfied sigh as she sat down 
beside him.  "I think I'll award you nine out of ten."

	"Only nine?"

	She smiled.  "Well, nobody's perfect."

	"Except you?"

	"Except me."

	He sighed theatrically.  "The only thing that mars your perfection is your 
innate modesty."

	She gave him an indignant look. "You beast," she said.

	"I know," he said smugly. "A right animal."

	She collapsed into giggles.  Somehow he had never associated her with 
giggling and it made her all the more attractive in his eyes.  He traced a hand 
up her smooth thigh, delighting in the soft, smooth resilience of her skin.

	"Seriously," she said when she had recovered.  "That was a good session.  
You struck the right balance between pain and pleasure.  There was variety and 
nothing was overdone but the girls learned that they had to obey."

	"Thank you.  What about Paula?"

	"She's quite something.  She seems to be naturally on heat all the time."

	"And that's how we want them all to be?"

	"Yes.  Paula put it well.  I want them all to have an unscratchable itch 
inside."

	"Just like you," he leered.

	"Yes," she replied seriously.  "Just like me... and you.  You have it, too."

	He was silent for a moment.  	"You know, it's amazing," he said in a 
thoughtful voice.

	"What is?"

	"Well you are, for one," he grinned.

	"I know that already," she stuck her tongue out at him.  "But what's 
amazing now."

	"That ten days ago I wondered if I'd survive the term but tonight I've cum 
twice already and I'm looking forward to doing it again."

	Anne's smile was smug.  "It's amazing what rest, exercise and some of 
Helen's tonic can do."

	He pulled her close, delighting in the feeling of her magnificent breasts 
pressed against his chest.  He slipped his hands under her gown and cupped her 
bottom, pulling her tightly against he growing erection.

	"You're altogether too pleased with yourself for your own good," he said 
softly.  "I believe it's time I whipped a little humility into you."

	"Oh," she gasped and raised her fists against his chest.  "You wouldn't 
dare."

  	"Oh, wouldn't I?"

	He dug his fingers into her bottom and pulled her fiercely against his 
groin.

	"But I'm you Headmistress," she protested, but there was a fire in her 
eyes.

	"You are, indeed, my head mistress but that doesn't mean you don't get 
punished.  Now take off that gown, go find me a whip and present yourself 
properly for a flogging."

	She looked into his eyes where he was trying to maintain a stern 
expression.

	"Yes, Master," she said meekly.

	She posed on elbows and knees, her back dipped, her beautiful bottom in 
the air presented for him to possess as he chose.  Her face was hidden by her 
hair which spread over the carpet and her breasts were pressed against its rough 
surface.  He noticed, with amusement, that the outer lips of her labia were 
already slightly open.

	She had chosen a multi-stranded whip with long strands and a short handle.

	"Are you ready?" he asked, raising the whip.

	"Yes, Master.  Please."  Her voice was muffled.

	"Please what?"

	"Please whip me, Master."

	"You really want me to?"

	"Yes.  I really want you to."

	"Tell me again what you really want me to do."

	"I really want you to whip my bottom."

	"And make it all red?"

	"Yes."

	"And hot?"

	"Yes."

	The teasing was getting to her for she was wriggling her hips from side to 
side making the cheeks of her bottom roll.  His cock was rising in anticipation.

	He appeared to give the matter some thought.  "So you want me to whip your 
bottom and make it red and hot."

	"Yes.  Yes.  Do it," she cried.

	"Well, if you want it that desperately, perhaps I won't.  Perhaps I'll 
just leave and go home."

	Her breath hissed.  "What?  You can't.  You can't just leave me," she 
wailed.

	"Oh, yes I can... but I wont," and without warning he brought the whip down.  
The strands slashed across her bottom.

	"Aieeee," she screamed.  "That hurt."   She jerked, her buttocks clenching 
as rivulets of pain spread across her skin.

	"Did you enjoy that?" he asked sadistically and gave her three more blows 
in rapid succession.

	"Aieee.   Owww.  You bastard."  She drummed her fists on the carpet and 
thrust her bottom around as filaments of red spread across her cheeks.

	"You did enjoy it," he said and criss-crossed two more strokes.

	"Ow.  Ow.  No I didn't."

	"Don't be modest.  I think you did."

	He continued in this manner, striking at random and teasing her in between 
until, at last, she cried, "No more.  Please.  No more," and fell forward on the 
floor.

	His first instinct was to comfort her but, in this game, he knew he must 
be the implacable Master.

	"Up on your knees," he ordered.  "I want to fuck you."

	"You can't.  You can't," she wailed.  "My bottom's too sore."

	"No arguments.  Up.  Unless you want to feel the kiss of my whip again."

	"Oh, no.  No more."

	She heaved herself back into position, head down, backed dipped and bottom 
up.  He noted with satisfaction that the stark red tendrils were fading into an 
area of bright red.

	He pushed her knees apart with his foot then knelt between them.  He 
placed his hands flat upon her burning cheeks and rotated them with his palms.

	"Aiee.  Ow.  Oh," she cried.

	He took his cock in one hand and guided it to the entrance of her cunt.  
As he has known she would be, she was wet and ready.  Pressing forward, he slid 
into her hot, welcoming cunt.  Whenever he entered her it felt like he was 
coming home.

	She breathed a large sigh.  "That's so good.  Now fuck me like you fucked 
Paula.  You don't know how hot it made me watching you ram into her like that."

	He held her hips and began to pound in and out of her cunt.  Her squeals 
and cries were a mixture of pain as his belly smacked against her sore bottom 
and pleasure as his cock plundered her very depths.  She began to hump back 
against him, urging him on to greater efforts.  She was obviously well aroused 
because it wasn't long before she cried, "Yes. Yes.  Oh, yes," and dug her 
fingernails into the carpet as she came.  Having cum twice already that night, 
he was in for the long haul and continued to pound into her mercilessly.  He 
brought her to a second, convulsive orgasm before he felt the familiar 
tightening in his loins and emptied his balls deep inside her body.

	Spent they collapsed on the floor only for Anne to cry out as he crushed 
her aching and abused bottom.  Reluctantly he rolled off and, clambering to his 
feet, half carried her through to the bedroom.  There they collapsed on the bed 
and fell instantly asleep sated and exhausted by their evening of debauchery.
	
END of Chapter 12
