Author: Connard Wellingham
Title: The Girls School
Part: Chapter 07
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 7 - Anne's Confession (MF span)

	The alarm clock summonsed him next morning from a deep but troubled sleep.  
Blearily he switched it off and discovered he was still dressed.  Panic hit him.  
What had happened?   Why was he dressed?  And them the memories of the previous 
night came flooding back along with physical sensation.  His arse ached.   His 
bottom ached.  His cock ached.  His head ached.  In fact, he ached all over.  
'And no wonder,' he thought wryly.  'That was quite a beating you took 
yesterday.'   Not only did he ache but he stunk of sweat and cum and sex.

	He was about to pull himself reluctantly from the bed when the phone rang.  
It was Anne sounding depressingly cheerful.  He flushed at the sound of her 
voice remembering what she had done to him last night.

	"Have I woken you?   No?  Good.  Listen, you're reporting in sick today."  
He started to protest.  "No arguments.  Stay in bed and I'll be over about 9."  
She hung up.

	As he was now up, he decided to shower and shave.  He didn't want to face 
Anne in the state he was in.  The shower only made him feel marginally better.  
He shuddered at the face that regarded him from the mirror and decided that Anne 
was right; he really was not fit for classes this morning.

	He made himself some coffee and went back to bed.  As he lay there he 
tried to make sense of what was happening to him.  A month ago he had been a 
steady, sober physics teacher with many years ahead of him; possibly promotion; 
possibly, even, Head of Department.  But now?  In the last 24 hours he had 
whipped a pupil, fucked the Headmistress, been whipped, been buggered by the 
Headmistress, had oral sex with a number of women and fucked an unseen, unknown 
woman.  He felt battered and bruised both physically and emotionally.  And yet - 
he didn't feel revolted by what had happened.  Logic told him he should quit 
immediately - get away from this weird place before he was sucked into something 
from which there was no escape.  But he knew he was caught - that there was 
something deep and dark in his psyche that wanted this - welcomed it.  Whatever 
it was and wherever it led, he knew he would follow.  He suddenly remembered his 
parting words last night.  A gallant gesture at the time but, he now understood, 
he meant every one of them.

	His meanderings were interrupted by Anne, entering his flat.  She looked 
beautiful this morning if a charcoal grey suit with a short skirt, cream blouse, 
sheer black stockings and suede court shoes that matched her suit.  Her hair was 
pulled up in an elaborate blonde swirl and silver earrings dangled from her 
delicate ears.

	He let out a low whistle.  "You look stunning.  How do you do it?"

	"Trade secret," she smiled. "Actually, I haven't been to bed at all."

	"I'm even more impressed, then.  By the way, how did you get in just now?"

	Anne looked flustered.  "You're door must have been open."  He looked at 
her without comment and she had the grace to blush and look away.  "All right.  
I've got a master key."

	He grinned.  "Just so long as I know."

	She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at him soberly with 
concern.  "I wanted to talk to you about last night.....  You're still speaking 
to me and you seem in a good mood, so I'm going to assume that at least you 
weren't offended by your treatment?"  She seemed hesitant - almost shy.

	He looked away then back to meet her anxious gaze steadily.  He could feel 
himself drowning in those huge, blue eyes and felt, at this moment, he would do 
anything for this beautiful woman.

	"I thought about it.  Since you called - I thought about it," he began.  
"I should be, shouldn't I?"  He gave a wry smile.  "After all, I've just been 
through a number of perverse and rather painful experiences.  But I'm not.  I'm 
not offended, or disgusted or upset.  Rather the reverse, in fact.  Despite 
being hurt and humiliated, something deep inside me enjoyed it.  I felt - oh, I 
don't know ... I felt excited and aroused and overwhelmed and elated, potent and 
out if control and ..." he shrugged.  "If you want me to do it again, I would be 
more than willing."

	As he had been speaking, the worried look gradually faded from Anne's face 
and now she heaved a large sigh of relief and smiled.  "I really am glad."  She 
leaned over, took his head in her hands and kissed him - kissed him lightly, her 
lips just brushing his.  Her tongue emerged and began to lick around his lips, 
interspersed with, light, feathery kisses.  Gradually she placed her lips more 
firmly on his, running her tongue between his lips and probing between his 
teeth.  It was the sexiest kiss he had ever received and he felt his blood begin 
to pump and his face flush.  He opened his mouth and kissed her back, pushing 
his tongue against hers as their kiss grew hotter.  She held his face tightly 
and pulled it deeper into the kiss while he circled an arm round her neck and 
held her tightly.

	When at last they parted, she looked down at him with glowing eyes.

	He sought her hands and held them tightly.  "Whatever happens form now on 
in," he said, losing himself in her eyes again, "I want to thank you, Anne, for 
the joy you've given me till now."

	She flushed and looked away, a strange expression flitting across her 
face.  "Don't be silly.  Anyway, the fun's just beginning."  She looked back and 
her normal vivacious self was back.  She glanced at her watch.  "Now, I really 
must tell you about last night and what it means.

	"Last night was a sort of trial  - and an initiation ceremony.  We've 
never initiated a man before and it was a sort of experiment, too."

	"I sort of guessed that," he said.  "At least the trial and the initiation 
ceremony.  But it certainly didn't feel like an experiment."

	"Good.  We were a bit worried."  She paused.

	"But what was I on trial for?  Into what have I been initiated?"

	"Sorry.  Last night you were tried to see if you were suitable to be a 
full member of the Society - and I'm overjoyed to tell you you passed with 
flying colours.  You are hereby, as of this minute, a fully fledged member of 
the staff of Greenwood Academy for Girls, permitted all its rights and 
privileges and subject to all its rules and restraints."

	Adam was completely bewildered.

	"But, Anne," he complained, "I'm a teacher.  You interviewed me and gave 
me a job.  What is going on?"

	Anne had the grace to look slightly sheepish.  "I'm afraid I haven't been 
completely honest with you up to now.  No." she touched his lips with her finger 
to stem his angry retort.  "Please bear with me.  I haven't lied to you or 
distorted the truth.  It's more like I haven't quite told you everything.  Look, 
why don't you get dressed and come over to my apartment.  I promise I'll tell 
you everything.  For me?  Please?" she added, seeing the look on his face.

	He gazed into those eyes and, inevitably, agreed.

~~~~~~~

	Anne answered his knock and led him down a short, luxuriously carpeted 
hallway dominated by a vast, gilt mirror over an ornate sideboard and a heavy, 
crystal chandelier, and opened a door at the end.  He followed her inside and 
stood, amazed.  Here was a sitting room to end all sitting rooms.  It was at 
least 30 feet long and 20 wide with two sets of tall windows filling one of the 
shorter walls.  A large, marble fireplace in which, he was amused to see, was a 
fake coal fire powered by gas dominated one of the longer walls.  By the windows 
was an antique table with four high-backed chairs.  There were three large 
settees; one brown leather and two brocaded, and three leather, overstuffed 
armchairs.  On the floor was a collection of old and valuable-looking Indian 
rugs.  There was also a sideboard, bookcase, drinks cupboard, a couple of drum 
tables, several low coffee tables and, incongruously, a large video unit.  
Sunlight streamed through the windows.

	He gave a low whistle.  "Quite a place."

	he laughed.  "It's a bit much just for one person but it does have its 
uses.  Coffee?"

	e stood, gazing unseeingly out over the trees and the rolling hills beyond 
while Anne clattered about domestically in the kitchen and the aroma of fresh 
coffee wafted through the apartment.  He was adrift on an unknown sea.  All the 
certainties of his old life seemed to be crumbling one by one.

	is reverie was interrupted by Anne's return.

	Here," she said.  "Come and sit by me and I'll confess all." 

	he was silent for a long moment, obviously getting her thoughts in order.  
"This will be a bit roundabout," she said at last.  "Please bear with me until I 
finish."  He nodded.  "Okay, to state the obvious, this is an all-girl school - 
a self-contained world of nearly fifty adolescent girls and adults.  It can be a 
bit of an emotional hot-house at times.  Adolescent girls are developing 
sexually and are emotionally unstable.  Deep passions often bubble just under 
the surface.  For a while things can roll along smoothly and then, for some 
trivial reason, can blow up in the most surprising ways.

	You may remember at the interview I asked you your views on lesbian 
relationships?"  Adam nodded.  "And you've experienced - first hand, so to speak 
..." She grinned.  " ... our policy on corporal punishment.  All these things 
inevitably lead to sexual relationships between the girls and, although we don't 
openly encourage it, between the girls and the teachers.  The girls are, after 
all, all exceedingly attractive - it's one of the unwritten entrance 
requirements."

	he paused for a moment and looked at him very seriously.

	Now, I have a confession to make and if I've misjudged you, my whole 
career will be ruined.  In fact I'll be lucky not to go to jail.  Can I really 
trust you?"

	e lifted her hand and kissed her fingers reverentially.  "Anne, I don't 
know why, but you can trust me with your life."  He laughed self-consciously.  
"Besides, you've got me so intrigued you just have to tell me, now."

	Two things you need to know about me," she said.  "First off, I'm bi-
sexual.  Oh, I love men - their smell, their hard bodies, the feel of a thick, 
hard cock penetrating me.  But I also love women  - in particular young girls.  
I love their freshness, their eagerness.  I love teaching them the arts of love, 
of opening them to the joys of sex.

	More than that, I enjoy dominating them.  Coming here with its regime of 
corporal punishment was a gift I couldn't refuse.  The sight of a young girl, 
all trembling with apprehension, and restrained and helpless really turns me on.  
The sound of the whip or the cane whistling through the air and the sound of it 
smacking on taut, young flesh gives me such a thrill.  And the sight of these 
beautiful young bottoms turning pink and then red: and the sighs and cries of 
supplication ...  Well, I can hardly contain myself - and, to be honest, I 
don't.  Does that shock you?"

	As she spoke, Anne's eyes glowed and her voice had become husky with 
passion.  The vision she was painting was causing Adam's cock to stiffen.

	He nodded.  "That explains some things and, no, I'm not shocked.  Somehow 
it seems to fit you, if that makes any sense.  And it's more than a little 
exciting, too.  But what has that...?"

	Patience, dear," she interrupted.

	When I came hear three years ago, I was lucky to get the job.  I had got 
into a spot of bother, shall we say, at my previous post.  I was caught with one 
of the pupils - a delightful little minx - who, unfortunately had a loose 
tongue.   It wasn't just that we were found at my house, it was the fact that 
she was chained, naked, to my bedroom wall with whip marks on her bottom that 
really sealed my fate.  At least the little slut had the decency not to press 
charges, although everybody else did.  But she refused to give evidence, so I 
escaped.  But my career in public education was over.  Then I heard about this 
place and, after some very careful research, decided it would be an ideal 
hideaway.  Fortunately the Board of Governors is made up of doddery, dirty old 
men who hadn't heard about my troubles and were more impressed by my short skirt 
and low blouse than my past.

	"At first that's all it was - a hideaway.  And I was very good and 
controlled myself.  But gradually I became aware that there was something funny 
going on.   Well, to cut a long story short, I discovered that two members of 
staff were having an affair and that it was a dominant/submissive one.  What's 
more, several of the girls were involved from time to time in their activities.  
It was all very ad hoc and clandestine.  But it got me excited and started me 
thinking.

	As I said, the Board of Governors are a bunch of dirty old men.  You 
should see them when they visit the school on their occasional inspections - 
they practically drool all over their club ties.  Merely the sight of 
schoolgirls seemed to send them completely gaga.  But they had connections with 
some very rich and powerful people.  So I made some enquiries.  I found what I 
had expected and my thoughts gradually became plans.

	"When everything was ready, I confronted the pair.  At first they denied 
everything and then refused to give me any details.  Eventually I convinced them 
I was on the level and they gave me the low-down on the staff and pupils.  Over 
the next months, I got rid of a number of girls, quietly disposed of certain 
members of staff and recruited people who had the same sort of ideas as I had.  
Oh, no!" she laughed, seeing his shocked look.  "I managed to convince them that 
their careers would be better served elsewhere - I even helped them find other 
schools or jobs.

	"Part of the deal was money.  I return for what I was offering, I insisted 
that the school was completely refurbished and all the necessary facilities were 
included.  So far things have gone exactly as I planned."  She paused.

	"You're going to think me very dense, but I don't understand.  Yes, I 
could see that a lot of money has been spent here and I heard what you said 
about lesbians and dominants - but I don't understand."

	She smiled indulgently.  "You will, dear.  Well, here we have a school run 
and staffed mainly by a group of bi-sexual dominants which is funded, very 
discreetly and privately, I have to say, by some powerful and dominant men - and 
I mean dominant the same as me.  They enjoy having power over women, especially 
young girls."

	She could see, by his expression, that Adam still had not cottoned on.  
"And I thought you were a perceptive man," she sighed in mock exasperation.  
"What I'm saying is that there are two parts to Greenwood Academy.  The visible 
part is the, I must say, highly successful academic institution you've been 
aware of up till now.  We offer a first class education and our exam results 
have improved every year I've been here," she spoke with some pride, "But behind 
that front there's another Greenwood Academy - a secret society into which 
you've just been initiated.  This Greenwood Academy, the one that generates all 
the money, produces sex slaves."

	He sat bolt upright.  "Sex slaves?  The girls?  The pupils?  ALL of them?  
My, God!  But how ....?  But what .... ?  But what about their parents?  How do 
you keep it a secret?"

	She put a finger on his lips and gently pushed him back.  "Hush, my love.  
There's no need to panic.  After all, we're still here, aren't we?"

	"Well, yes, I suppose so.  I'm sorry.  Yes, you're right.  It's just such 
an astounding idea.  Like something out of the Arabian Nights.  You must have 
everything bloody well organised!"

	She smiled - smirked, even.  "Yes I have.  Listen.  Yes, all the girls are 
eventually included, although there are two 'circles'.  When a girl starts here, 
we watch her very closely.  There are signs, if you know what you're looking 
for.  When we see those signs, we gradually indoctrinate her.  Often she'll be 
seduced by one of the older girls to start with.  If she shows no, er, promise, 
we quietly suggest to her parents that she would be better off elsewhere.  
However, I choose them carefully and I've rarely been wrong.  At first she'll be 
initiated into the outer circle and her training will take place in parallel 
with her normal schoolwork.  She'll learn about her body and her sexuality.  
She'll learn how to make love - to give and receive pleasure.  She'll learn 
about all aspects of sex - heterosexual, lesbian, S&M, and so on.  Every girl 
leaves here with a first class education and full training in the arts of sex.  
Actually I'm not sure the term 'sex slaves' is the right description - sex toys 
would perhaps be better.  Anyway the label doesn't matter - our girls are 
trained in sex; to take it to give it any time anywhere - and, most important, 
to enjoy all forms of sex; but especially submissive sex.

	"As the girls learn in the Outer Circle, we watch them closely.  Those who 
show special aptitude are inducted into the Inner Circle.  Just under half the 
girls are Inner Circle.  The Inner Circle is where it really happens.   Here we 
can let our hair down, so to speak; let our imaginations run wild.  The Inner 
Circle are the real sex toys.  They just love sex in any form - just like us.  
They'll do anything and everything.

	"As to how we manage to keep it a secret - well, it's the parents who pay 
for all this."  She waved her arm around.  "It's in everybody's interest that 
nothing ever leaks out.  A lot of important people could get hurt.  I can assure 
you that we select our girls, and our staff, very carefully and very discreetly.

	"This is fantastic.  I can hardly believe what I'm hearing.  But ... where 
do I fit in?"

	"Ah.  Good question.  Two reasons.  Most of us are bi-sexual rather than 
out-and-out lesbian and, to be honest, we wanted a man for variety."  She held 
up a hand to stem my protest.  "I know.  It's not very flattering to you.  But 
hear me out.  That was one of my motivations.  The other, and more important, is 
that you can't train a girl as a sex toy unless she knows about men.  How can 
she please a man in all ways if she's never been near one before.

	"So I recruited you.  And very glad I am, too.  Oh, I don't know what I 
expected but I didn't expect someone so ... so adaptable as you.  You have a 
dominant streak in you, I can see it even if you can't, but you also have a 
submissive one, too.  That's perfect.  More that that, though, you're a nice 
person - kind and considerate.  Everyone likes you, even Barbara, although she's 
a bit jealous that Evaline wants to fuck you."

	"I take it that Barbara's the out-and-out lesbian?"

	"Yes.  And Evaline's her submissive lover."

	"So they were the two who were having an affair when you arrived?"

	"Yes."

	"And the others?"

	"They're bi - just like me."

	"Oh, no, they're not just like you.  They're all very attractive in their 
different ways but they're not like you.  You're different - special - unique."

	She blushed and looked away.  "You shouldn't say that."

	"Oh, but I should.  Only an exceptional person could have set all this up.  
What's more, I'm more than half-way in love with you, you know."

	She grasped his hand and pulled it to her bosom.  He was acutely aware the 
feeling of  her prodigious breasts which strained against the sleek material of 
her blouse.  "See.  That's exactly want I mean.  I knew you'd be perfect.  Now, 
are you with me?"

	"Let me get this straight.  You want me to be a sort of sexual tackle-
dummy for a bunch of inexperienced adolescent nymphomaniacs," he said, jokingly, 
but his head was already swimming with half-formed notions of what she really 
meant.

	"No, dummy.  I want you to be a mentor - to show the girls what it takes 
to please a man.  How to touch him.  How to arouse him.  How to satisfy him - 
both mentally and physically.  In short  - to be what you were trained to be - a 
teacher."

	"And what about the maths and physics?"

	"That, too.  After all we are a school - and while some men - and women, 
come to that - are content with a 'dumb blonde', the true sex slave knows how to 
please her master or mistress in every way.  After all, they won't be young 
forever.  The houris of Arabia were well educated young women and the Kama Sutra 
mentions mental and artistic skills almost as much as it does sex."

	Inside his pants his cock was swelling as visions of the infinite 
possibilities of 40 nubile schoolgirls filled his mind.  Beneath his hand, 
Anne's nipple was hardening.

	"Yes," he breathed.  "I'm with you Anne.  God, am I ever with you."

	"Good."  She laughed excitedly.  "Now you know all our guilty secrets, 
I'll give you the real tour."  She stopped suddenly.  "You're not angry or upset 
at me for not telling you this before?"

	He grinned.  "I should be because you really presented me with a fait 
accompli, but, no, I'm not mad at you.  In truth, I'm flattered that you chose 
me and I'm as excited as a schoolboy in a sweet shop."

	"Good.  Come along, then."

+++++++++

	She led him along corridors and up stairs until they reached a plain door 
at the end of a short corridor.  She fished out a set of keys from her pocket 
and unlocked the door.  She felt around inside for the light switch and urged 
him inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it.  He looked around with 
a mixture of fascination and anxiety - this was where it had all happened last 
night.

	His disappointment was palpable as he realised they were in a sort of 
theatre or cinema.  Rows of lush, tiered seats faced a blank, curtained wall.  
Anne had disappeared.  The curtains drew smoothly back to reveal a smooth, black 
wall.

	"Go down to the front," came Anne's voice from behind him.

	He stepped down the ranks of seats, noticing how large and luxurious they 
were.  As he neared the bottom, the wall in front of him began to glow.  It was 
not a solid wall at all but a wall of glass and the glow was coming from another 
room behind it.  As he watched, the lights became brighter and he was looking 
down into the strangest room he had ever seen.

	His first impression was one of sybaritic luxury.  It was a large room and 
had no obvious windows.  The walls, ceiling and floor were soft and dark - 
browns, maroons, reds, golds and greens.  Flimsy, gauzy drapes hung from the 
ceiling.  There were settees and divans piled with brocade cushions, straight-
backed chairs and pouffees.

	His second look took in the collection of items that were out of place.  
Whipping gates, like the one in Anne's office.  Something that looked like and 
oversized industrial dress rail with clips and hooks on it.  An alcove with a 
padded bar, waist high, across it's entrance and ring-bolts set in the wall.  
Another alcove with ring-bolts at various heights from floor to above head 
height.  Odd-shaped benches padded with leather. A strange rope and leather and 
wood contraptions that swung from pulleys in the ceiling. 
He let out a small whistle.  "Veerrry impressive."

	"Isn't it."

	"But what's this place."

	"A viewing room.  Every so often we put on displays - shows if you like - 
for our parents and sponsors."

	He laughed.  "Sort of the school play and open day rolled into one?"

	"Something like that.  We like to show them what good progress they're 
daughters are making."  She laughed.  "They're great fun and often quite wild.   
Some of the parents...  But, you'll probably find out for yourself in due 
course.  Come on."

	She led the way through a discreet door at the back of the theatre, down 
some narrow steps and out into the main room.  She crossed to a panel in the 
wall.  The lights faded, spotlights picked out the alcoves, items of furniture, 
spots on the floor.  Wall lights replaced bathing the room in a soft, sensual 
glow.

	"One of the parents did it for us," said Anne as she returned the lights 
to full illumination.  "Impressive, don't you think?"

	"It certainly adds to the atmosphere."

	"This is our formal room where we put on shows and displays - sometimes, 
as I've said, for our sponsors and sometimes just for ourselves.  We don't 
actually do any training here."  She turned down the lights and turned to leave.  
"I'll show you the training facilities now."

	She led the way back along the corridors and up to the second floor, where 
he hadn't been before.  It consisted of numerous rooms, all leading off a 
central corridor.  Every so often she would stop, open a door, and let him look 
inside.  The bedrooms were all comfortable and well appointed and typical 
teenage girls' rooms with pop posters on the walls, soft toys and teddy beads, 
clothes and shoes discarded randomly.  Anne explained that the older girls 
paired up in the smaller rooms while 6 of the younger girls shared the larger.  
Interspersed between the bedrooms were smaller rooms equipped with wall-mounted 
shackles, padded benches, whips, paddles and other bondage paraphernalia - 
'training rooms', Anne called them.

	Back downstairs she showed him other 'training rooms' discreetly placed 
between the classrooms.  Some were relatively comfortable: others bare and 
austere.  They finished up back in her office.

	"Now there are a number of ground rules which you must obey," she said.  

	"Firstly, you must not permanently mark, damage or hurt the girls.  
Sadism, torture, cruelty, pain for its own sake I won't allow.  Even the 
slightest hint and you'll be out so fast you'll be in Novosibirsk before you can 
blink."

	"I get the idea.  I went a bit far with Felicia, didn't I?"

	Anne smiled wryly.  "You were on the edge.  If you hadn't stopped when you 
did and Felicia hadn't been quite so turned on.  Hell, if I hadn't been so 
turned on, you're career here would have ended on the spot.  You know," she 
said, thoughtfully, "I wonder if we've been a bit lax with that young lady.  She 
does seem to like a fair amount of pain.

	"However.  Rule number 2:  no sex in the classrooms.   You can indulge in 
corporal punishment for serious offences but that's it.  Remember only half the 
girls are full initiates.  What's more, we do have an educational responsibility 
and that must come first.  Also we have to keep a clear distinction between 
punishment for a misdemeanour and a training session.

Rule number 3:  you can force a girl to come for a training session - that's 
part of the training - but if she really says 'no' you respect that.  For 
example, if she's ill or having her period or under exam pressure or emotionally 
upset about something - no.  If there's any doubt, I'm the final arbiter.  Rule 
number 4: if I don't like it, you don't do it.  That's arbitrary and unfair but 
there it is.  Rule number 5: other than these, anything goes.  The purpose of 
all this is to train the girls to accept and enjoy sex and sexual punishment at 
all times - to be constantly on heat.  The girls are ours to do with what we 
like - and, in your case, I suspect the staff are, too.  Make the most of it!  
Do what thou wilt!"

"Phew.  It's going to take a while to sink in.  Until I find my feet, so to 
speak, I think I'll check with you."

	She kissed me lightly on the cheek, her eyes shining.  "That's what I love 
about you - you're considerate."

	He flushed.  "I have a couple of questions."

	"Fire away."

	"I assume I can have sex with the girls?"

	"Yes. But only the full initiates and, remember, the younger girls will 
still, technically, be virgins.  So don't go rampaging around like a stud bull."

	"Of course not.  As I said, I'll check with you first.  But sex... 
anytime?  Anywhere?  I mean other than in the classrooms."

	"How do you mean?"

	"I mean, do I have to take them to a training room.  Could I take them to 
my room, or the woods, or behind the bike sheds?"

	"We don't have any bike sheds, but ... " she paused in thought.  "... No.  
No restrictions.  You can even use the classrooms if it's out of school hours."

	"OK.  So I can, within your rules, treat any girl as I like.  But can I 
just grab them and, er, fuck them?"

	"Yes.  You do what you want."

	"Do I have to give the girl notice or can I just sort of grab her for a 
quickie?"

	Anne laughed.  "You can 'grab her for a quickie' if you like.  But if you 
want her to prepare herself, you'll need to give her some time."

	"What about behaviour in class?"

	"You're thinking about Felicia and her gang?"  He nodded.   "The girls 
must wear school uniform.  That means white blouse, jacket, dark skirt, dark 
tights or stockings, black shoes and knickers.  How the girls interpret that is 
up to them."

	"No bra?"

	Anne smiled, slyly.  "It's not compulsory.  And I should warn you, the 
girls interpret the rules quite freely."

	He grinned wryly.  "I had sort of noticed."  A thought struck him.  "So 
technically, Felicia and Co were wearing school uniform.  Then why...?"

	"Why did we have a punishment session?  For three reasons.  The trivial 
one was the thong - not, strictly, an acceptable interpretation of school 
uniform but it wouldn't justify a punishment session.  More seriously, the girls 
knew you were not initiated and they've been told they must conform to 'outside' 
codes of dress if they're not completely sure of the person.  We sometimes get 
temporary teachers, trainees, guest teachers. so they know the rules.  Finally, 
and most seriously of all, they were disrupting your class.  You, as the 
teacher, set the boundaries.  I know you didn't explicitly say so but the little 
minxes knew quite well what they were doing.  In fact, I thought you were 
remarkably forbearing.  I'd have called them in ages ago."

	"Ah, right.  I understand.  Thank you.  Are staff members subject to the 
same restrictions?"

	She chuckled.  "No.  You can spirit one off whenever and wherever you 
like.  I'll leave it to your good judgement as to whether the time and place are 
appropriate.  Just don't let the girls catch you.  Oh, and remember, you'll need 
to keep some of your energies for the formal training sessions - so don't go 
mad."

	He looked at her quizzically.   "Formal training sessions?"

	She nodded.  "I didn't employ you just to behave like a bull in a field of 
cows.  Your contract did specify additional duties, after all.  The girls are to 
be trained and put that training into practise.  It's you they'll be practicing 
on.  Think about it - 20  teenage girls doing their best to seduce you.  Are you 
man enough?"

	He looked aghast.  "I hadn't thought about it that way.  And that leads to 
the most important question of all - which 20 girls?" 

	"I'll give you a list which you must memorise and return to me."

	He looked at her.  The midday light from the window was warmed by the wood 
panelling and, in it she seemed to glow like a blonde goddess.  She was easily 
the most beautiful, most desirable woman he had ever met and he knew that he 
would do whatever she wanted without question.

	"Penny for them," she said.

	"Hmm?  Oh, I was just thinking.  About Felicia and company.  I was just 
wondering why they behaved like that.  It seems illogical, somehow."

	"I don't know.  Perhaps they were just pushing the barriers.  They're 
still teenagers, after all."

	"I know, but they're all Inner Circle aren't they - trained to be 
obedient.  And trained to be sexy."

	"Perhaps they were practicing on their first real man."

	He shook his head.  "No, that doesn't ring true.  They wouldn't go that 
far without encouragement.  It's almost as if they were put up to it."  He 
glanced at Anne who was looking elsewhere.  The light dawned.  "It was you!" he 
accused.  "You put them up to it, didn't you?  But why?"

	Anne studied her nails then looked up and smiled ruefully.  "It's a fair 
cop, guv.  Yes, I confess, I did put them up to it.  They did fairly well, 
didn't they?" she added nonchalantly.

	"Fairly well!" he spluttered.  "Those nights of torment tossing and 
turning in my bed!  The worry I had wondering if I was losing my grip!  I 
couldn't concentrate.  I couldn't sleep.  I couldn't think."

	"They are well trained," she smirked.

	"Well trained!  They certainly bloody well are.  They put me through hell.  
And it was all your doing.  I've a good mind to put you over my knee and give 
you a good spanking right now."

	He looked at her, more angry words ready to spill from his mouth.  The 
look on her face stopped them short.

	"Stand up." He commanded.  "Lift up your skirt and pull down your panties.  
Now lie across my knee.  I'm going to give you the threshing of your life."

	Meekly she obeyed, baring the globes of her bottom and lying submissively 
across his knees.  He caressed the satiny skin of her cheeks and said softly, 
"How many do you think you deserve?"

	"I don't know, sir," she said in a muffled voice.  "I've been very bad."

	"In that case I shall just continue until I think you've had enough.  You 
don't need to count."

	As he raised his hand for the first blow, he became aware of a distinctly 
female aroma emanating from between her thighs.  'My God,' he thought, 'she's 
turned on already.  How I love the smell of a hot woman.'  And he brought his 
palm down sharply on the waiting bottom.  The cheeks quivered enticingly.

	"Ow," said Anne as his hand imprinted her bottom.

	He smacked her again.  The feel of his hand against her skin, the sound of 
flesh meeting flesh, the sight of her cheeks slowly turning red were all turning 
him on immensely.

	"You know," he said conversationally, as he continued to spank her in 
measured strokes, "I've never spanked anyone before.  I just know I'll need a 
lot of practice before I'm any good at it."

	"Ouch!  You bastard!  Ow!"  Anne gasped.  "You're enjoying... Aieee! This, 
aren't you?  Ouch!"

	"Of course I am.  Aren't you?"

	"Yes..  Aiee!  I mean, no.  Owww!"

	"You're certainly making enough noise about it."

	"Well its... Oww!  Sore...  Ohhh!"

	"It's meant to be sore.  It's what you get for being very naughty."

	The spanking was getting to Anne.  She was crying openly and her bottom 
was growing very red.  It positively glowed and he could feel the heat on his 
hand as he brought it down.  She was also obviously more than a little 
uncomfortable for she wriggled around on his lap and he had to hold her waist 
firmly to prevent her falling off.  All her squirming and wriggling excited his 
imprisoned cock.  It was now painfully hard and he worried that he might have to 
stop his spanking too soon.  The sight of her hot, red, twitching, squirming 
bottom added to the excitement.

	"Oh, stop!  Please stop.  It hurts," she sobbed.

	He considered, briefly, whether she really was at the limit but decided it 
was just part of the game.

	"I don't think so, my dear.  Such bad behaviour requires a very severe 
spanking."

	"You're a sadistic bastard," she hissed.

	"Quite probably," he replied calmly and laid on  the next few strokes a 
bit harder.

	She fell silent except for the sobbing.

	He became aware of a gradual change in her movements.  She was no longer 
writhing around randomly but was rubbing herself against him almost 
purposefully.  She had stopped crying and was now simply gasping and panting in 
time to his blows.

	"Ohhhh," she groaned.  "Don't stop.  Spank me harder."

	He was aware of something warm and wet spreading across the top of his 
thigh.  'My God,' he thought, 'she's going to cum.'  He hit her harder, cracking 
his palm against the reddened skin of her bottom, stinging his palm in the 
process.  She humped herself against him forcefully, panting and gasping.
Suddenly her body went stiff and she threw her head back and screamed,  "Yes! 
Yes!  One more!  Make it a good one!"

	He raised his arm and brought his hand down on her bottom as hard as he 
could.

	"Aaaiiieeee!" she screamed.  A shudder ran through her body from head to 
toe and she collapsed across his knees.  The wet warmth on his thigh spread 
considerably.

	Gently, he eased her down onto the floor and placed a cushion under her 
head.  She smiled up at him, her face with the look of a satisfied cat half 
hidden behind her tangled hair.  She touched his leg with a languorous hand.

	"Thank you, love.  It's a long time since I was spanked like that."

	He smiled down at her, smugly satisfied in his power to please her.  Now 
he had stopped he realised his hand was very sore.  He found the bathroom and 
soaked a towel in cold water which he folded neatly.

	"Roll over," he said, and arranged the cold towel over her flaming bottom. 
She winced.

	"You really are the most thoughtful man," she said dreamily.

	He went back to the bathroom and held his hand under the cold tap until 
the stinging had subsided.  He glanced in the mirror.  With a wry smile he saw 
that his hair was tousled, his shirt hanging half out of his trousers which had 
a large stain all over the top of one leg and a very obvious bulge in the front.  
He undid the fly and tried to ease his painful cock into a more comfortable 
position and winced.

	"You okay, love?" he asked, returning to the sitting room.  She was lying 
on her tummy, her large breasts squashed out on either side of her chest, her 
shirt in the same state as his, her skirt rumpled around her waist, a ladder in 
her stocking and her normally immaculate hair splayed out over the cushion.  To 
Adam she was the most desirable woman on earth.

	"Never better," she sighed contentedly.  "There's just one more thing that 
would make it perfect."

	"What's that?"

	"If you were to fuck me."

	"But..."

	"Shove a cushion under my tummy and take me from behind."

	"Won't it be sore?"

	"Yes. But that's the fun of it."

	"Well, if you insist..."

	Eagerly he grabbed a couple of cushions and slid them under her tummy, 
raising her bottom into the air.  Snarling with impatience, he pulled off his 
trousers and pants.  His cock sprung out, glad to be free at last.  He knelt 
between her spread feet and lifted off the towel. Her bottom was still very red.

	"I probably won't cum again, so take your own time," she said.  "I just 
want to feel you cum inside me."

	Carefully, he lowered himself and guided his hard cock to the entrance of 
her cunt.  He tried to avoid touching her bottom but it was impossible.

	"Go on," she hissed, "just stick it in."

	He thrust forwards, sliding into the velvet warmth of her cunt.  Her 
bottom was like a furnace.  Somehow, that made it even more exciting.  Her 
breath hissed and she tensed as his pubic hairs scraped her tender skin.

	"Go on.  Go on," she urged.

	He pulled back and eased in again, her cunt fitting his cock like a glove.  
Bit by bit he increased speed, becoming more and more excited by the sensations 
Anne's cunt was creating in his cock and by her reactions.  She groaned and 
tensed every time his pubes made contact with her abused bottom but that just 
made her grip him more tightly.  And the harder he fucked her, the more she 
seemed to enjoy it.  Balanced on his toes and hands, he drove down into her, his 
hips whacking the cheeks of her bottom and making them jiggle.  His cock seemed 
like a rod of fire as he pounded into her.  She threshed around on the floor, 
her fingers clawing at the carpet like a woman possessed, he cunt churning 
around his prick.

	"Oh," she gasped.  "Fuck.  Yes.  Ow.  Yes.  Oh, yes.  Oooooh.  Ouch.  
Fuck, yes.  More.  More."

	As before, he felt they fitted so well that he wished he could remain 
forever like this, thrusting his cock in and out of this magnificent woman.  'If 
there is a heaven,' he thought.  'This must be close to it.'  But, alas, his 
body betrayed him.  His arms and legs were trembling with the strain of 
supporting his weight.  He felt the familiar sensation of cum bubbling up inside 
him.

	"Oh, Anne," he panted.  "I'm going to cum."

	"Yes," she gasped.  "Cum.  I want to feel you cum."

	With one final thrust, he arched his back, forcing his cock up to her 
cervix and squashing her buttocks under his hips, and pumped his cum into her.

	"Oh, God, yes," she cried.  "I can feel you cum."

	His arms and legs could take no more.  He was about to collapse on top of 
her when he realised this might not be the most comfortable thing for her and 
rolled reluctantly to one side.  They lay for a while in post-coital bliss until 
the hardness of the floor began to intrude.  Groaning, they clambered to their 
feet and ruefully surveyed their state of dishabille.

	"We really will have to stop meeting like this," she grinned.

	He combed his fingers through his rumpled hair.  "I know," he grinned 
back.  "We seem to be creatures of impulse and reckless passion."

	She took his face between her palms and kissed him soundly.  "I wouldn't 
have it any other way." She regarded him seriously.  "Now you know our little 
secret and you've been initiated into our Society.  I can't stress how much 
trust I'm putting in you."

	He nodded, also serious.  "I know.  I've already said you can trust me 
with your life.  Believe me, you can."

	She smiled tenderly.  "Somehow, I think I believe you."

END of Chapter 7

