"Now that you are, shall I say, fully integrated into the school," said Anne with a smile, "I see no reason why you shouldn't take on full duties like the rest of the staff. In fact," she leered, "you might actually enjoy some of them."
"Oh," said Adam. "What duties are these?"
"Generally out-of-hours supervision and pastoral care," she said and rattled off a list of activities that required a member of staff to be present. "Oh," she added, "and dormitory duty."
"Dormitory duty?" said Adam, his ears pricking up.
"It doesn't mean that you hop into bed with the girls," Anne grinned. "No. Someone has to be available near by the girls overnight to make sure they settle down properly, enforce curfew. That sort of thing. The senior girls are supposed to help but sometimes they're worse than the juniors. Then somebody needs to be on call if there's any problem during the night. We all sleep too far away so we take turns, week about, to sleep in one of the rooms on the 3rd floor."
"What sort of problems are we talking about?"
"By and large we don't have many. The odd case of someone falling out of bed or sleepwalking or feeling sick. But one of us needs to be close at hand just in case of some serious emergency."
"I see. Well, I suppose I'd better start earning my salary."
"Fine. I'm just making up a new rota so I'll put you on first. Jacqueline will show you the ropes."
"I'm sure she will. And probably use them as well," he grinned.
"You're incorrigible," she laughed.
The dormitory 'shift' changed on Saturday so he duly dumped his overnight things in the small bedroom on Saturday evening. Jacqueline had explained the rules about curfews, lights out and so on but said they were less strictly enforced at the weekend. He was aware that his presence on the 3rd floor had raised a certain frisson of excitement so he settled in to read for an hour and let things settle down. His door was ajar so he could listen out for sounds of disturbance or problems.
There were the usual noises of people preparing for bed; doors opening and closing, toilets flushing, taps running, movement and muted conversations, but gradually the sounds died away as Greenwood school settled down for the night. He glanced at his watch - time to do his rounds. It felt very odd, walking the corridors, knowing that behind the closed doors were several dozen teenage girls, most of whom he knew what could best be described as intimately. He was particularly aware that Felicia lay behind one of them. He was sorely tempted to sneak in and join her or invite her along to his room.
The senior girls were all quiet. But, as he did his rounds, he became aware of a commotion coming from one of the junior dormitories. The door of one of the 3rd form dorms was slightly open and girlish shrieks and yells of excitement emerged from within. He quietly pushed it wider. He needn't have bothered being quiet. The occupants would not have heard a herd of elephants. They were involved in a fully-fledged pillow fight. Shrieking and laughing they leapt around the room, jumping on and off the beds, bashing each other with pillows. Some were in their nightclothes, some still in underwear. He stood silently and watched, admiring the bouncing breasts and flashing thighs of the young, semi-clothed bodies.
Suddenly Leonie noticed him standing in the doorway.
"Oh shit," she said her face blanching. She let her pillow drop and received a wallop on the back of the head from Nikki.
Nikki, wondering why Leonie had stopped, also looked up. "Oh, no. Stop it, everyone. Stop it!" she screamed, dropping her pillow and waving her arms around.
The others all turned to see what the problem was and their faces fell. The room which a moment ago had been resounding with feminine shrieks and laughter was pin-drop silent. Adam took one step into the room and surveyed them silently, arms folded and a stern expression on his face. Beneath his calm visage, his brain was whirling. He didn't really care about the pillow fight - he'd had a few himself when he was younger - but the rules were that the girls had to be quiet. He was also trying to work out how he could take advantage of this situation. The 3rd year, he'd noticed on more than one occasion, were more than averagely attractive even for Greenwood. He had already fucked some of these girls and had been looking for another opportunity.
"Not quite the behaviour I expect from young ladies," he said mildly, fixing each of them in turn with an unsympathetic gaze. They looked away, embarrassed. He changed his expression to one of disgust and looked round the room at the mayhem of sheets, duvets, pillows and clothes. "I think you need to tidy up a bit," he said. "Now!" he barked.
Startled, the girls scurried around making the beds and picking up their belongings. Adam looked round for a suitable implement with which to inflict some punishment and spied a wooden hairbrush with a flat back and soft bristles.
"That's better," he said when some semblance of order had been restored. "Stand at the foot of your beds, feet apart and bend over. Bare bottoms, properly presented."
There was a general murmur of dismay and distress. "Oh, no," someone moaned.
Adam smiled wolfishly. "What did you expect? A pat on the head? Now, get to it."
Reluctantly the girls lined up as instructed, removing panties and pyjama bottoms, lifting up nighties, and waited tensely. Adam picked up the hairbrush and tapped it against his palm. The room was silent except for the ragged breathing of six nervous girls and the sound of the back of the hairbrush slapping against his palm. Six pert teenage bottoms stood bare and exposed to his admiring and lustful gaze. Six pairs of shapely legs trembled as their owners waited for the blows to fall. His cock began to stiffen in anticipation of the events to come.
He stepped up behind the nearest girl, Linda, and brought the flat back of the hairbrush smartly down three times on each cheek. The smack of wood on flesh sounded loud in the room. There was a collective indrawn hiss of breath and a loud howl from Linda.
"Do not move until I tell you," he commanded.
Calmly and unhurriedly, he administered six strokes to each girl. Each took the punishment according to her nature: some cried, some were silent, some merely moaned. At the end he stood back and admired the six pink bottoms, all twisting and churning delightfully as their owners tried to ease the stinging pain.
"Be still."
Desperately, they tried to remain motionless, only their buttocks tensing as the prickly heat nipped at their skin. Starting at the other end, with Paula, he turned the hairbrush bristles upwards and swiped them over the outer lips of her labia several times. Paula let out a small cry, of surprise as much as of pain. Rapidly, he applied the same treatment to the other girls and was rewarded with cries of surprise and distress. At first the girls wondered what he was doing. He hadn't hit them and the bristles weren't that hard but, after a few seconds, they got the point. The sensitive skin of their labia awoke and began to generate a burning itch in protest at this treatment. "Oooh's" and "Aaah's" of discomfort filled the room. Adam had, again, to remind them sharply to be still.
He waited for a few moments until he sensed that the treatment was having its maximum effect, then he spanked them again - this time with the bristles, making sure the sharp ends dug sharply into their already sensitive skin. Then, without pausing he went round again and delivered six final blows with the flat wooden back of the brush.
The full wickedness of the punishment soon became clear to the girls. Their bottoms throbbed and burned. The tiny pinpricks where the bristles had landed, each in itself a mere point, collectively sent a thousand rivulets of pain through their bodies. The subsequent spanking intensified these so they felt long ribbons of fire explode from their cheeks. Their skin became super-sensitive, magnifying the light scores across their labia into an itchy, prickly heat.
Their moans and cries of discomfort were music to Adam's ears and, even sweeter to him, was the delicate, musky aroma of young girls in heat. He smiled to himself in satisfaction. Stepping round the group once more, he gave each girl a quick feel between her spread thighs. His fingers cam away damp.
"Right," he called, clapping his hands. "Strip off and line up three on either side of Leonie's bed. Leonie in the middle at one side, Coral in the middle at the other. Quickly now."
Uneasy about what devilry he was planning now, but unwilling to further risk his wrath, the girls quickly removed pyjama tops, nighties, t-shirts and bras and lined up as instructed. The looks they exchanged were priceless.
"Okay, move apart and spread your legs, feet touching. Now lean forward, support the person opposite and rest your head on her shoulder."
Uncomprehendingly, the girls obeyed. They bent across the bed, resting their heads against the shoulder opposite and clasping each other's arms. When he was certain they could not see him, he quietly removed his trousers and underpants. His cock leapt out eagerly, as if sniffing out a likely target.
"Now if any one of you so much as twitches, you'll all get ten strokes with the cane. Is that understood?"
There was a chorus of muffled, yes sirs.
He was fully intending to fuck as many of them as he could but his cruel intention was to raise them to fever pitch then leave them unsatisfied. He rather wished he could plant a video camera to see what would happen after he left.
He dropped to his knees behind the first girl, Linda, pulled her bottom cheeks apart to expose her more and clamped his mouth onto her cunt. Linda cried out in surprise at this unexpected assault and jerked forward almost causing her equally startled partner, Nikki, to lose her grip. He knew none of them could see what was happening but were desperate to know what he had done to Linda to make her cry out. He also knew they didn't dare move a muscle.
He sucked Linda's swollen cunt lips into his mouth and nibbled on them gently. A shudder ran through her body and she let out a sobbing moan. He worked his tongue between her lips and licked up and down her long slit. She tasted delicious: sweet and salty and musky all at the same time. He licked round and round, both inside and outside her lips. The girl began to twitch and push herself back against his face, trying to open herself to him. He gave an inward smile of satisfaction - Linda was heating up very nicely as he had been sure she would. He ran his fingers up and down the backs of her thighs, lightly scoring the soft skin with his fingernails. She was panting and moaning - low, animal noises from deep in her throat. She was grinding her cunt against his face, bracing herself against Nikki who was hard pressed to keep her position. From Linda's behaviour, it was clear to the rest of the girls that he was pleasuring her in some way, though in what way they couldn't tell. All around teenage cunts started to heat up in anticipation that their turn would come soon.
Abruptly he pulled away from Linda and sat back on his heels. The young girl gave a wail of despair and wriggled her bottom frantically in an attempt to induce him to return. She was close to cumming. If only he would lick her just a few minutes more.
His face was sticky with her juices and, not having a handkerchief to hand, he used the edge of a sheet. Still on his knees he shuffled along past Leonie to Paula. Paula had such a delightfully small tight bottom that seemed almost to be an extension to her legs, and her cunt, with its covering of soft, dark hair, hung like a ripe peach between her thighs. Her outer lips were slightly parted revealing the delicate pink folds of her inner labia.
Prising her thighs apart, he buried his face between them and glued his mouth to her cunt. Like Linda, her response was strong and immediate - a cry of surprise and an instinctive attempt to close her thighs. When she realised what was happening, she relaxed and dipped her back to give his probing tongue easier access. He licked up and down her slit then probed deeper searching for her clitoris. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it, causing it to swell and stiffen. Then he probed deeper finding her vagina and pushed his tongue in and out. The girl began to pant and moan. She worked her hips, fucking herself on his jabbing tongue. Just when he sensed she was on the point of cumming, he stopped. Paula let out a dry of frustration at the abrupt end of her pleasuring.
He moved to Leonie and repeated the process. Having successfully brought the girls on one side of the bed to fever pitch, he turned his attention to the other side. Linda, Leonie and Paula now knew what he was about and the cries and moans from their opposite partners only served to heighten their frustrated arousal.
He finished with Coral and rose to his feet. His neck ached, his lips were sore and his mouth full of pubic hairs, and his knees were stiff. But the delightful taste of six young girls' juices, the heady aroma and the furtive movements and sounds of aroused teenagers more than compensated for any discomfort. He massaged his stiff neck while he considered his options. The girls became uneasy. Pauses like this generally meant he was dreaming up some other devilment to inflict upon them.
Picking up the hairbrush, he did the rounds again, delivering two sharp blows with the bristles to each bottom cheek drawing indignant cries and wails from his victims.
He was running out of ideas about how to prolong this game and, anyway, his own need was becoming paramount. He didn't want to spoil things, for himself that is, by cumming too soon. Stepping quietly up behind Paula, he inserted his stiff cock into her wet vagina and embedded himself in one smooth motion.
"Oh, my God," cried Paula, caught completely off guard.
"What's up?" "You okay?" "What's wrong?" called her room-mates, and, "You nearly deafened me," from Susan, her partner.
"But… he's… fucking me…" grunted Paula.
A chorus of ooh's and ah's greeted this revelation.
Adam knew he wouldn't last long inside Paula - she was just too excellent a fuck. Her sharp little bottom slapped against his belly most provocatively and she seemed to have the ability to use her internal muscles to squeeze his cock extra tightly. So, after a few minutes he withdrew, leaving her bereft and frustrated. He attended to Leonie next. She was a warm and friendly girl and her cunt was the same, welcoming his presence and surrounding him with warmth. After Leonie, he was forced to pause. His body was emitting those familiar signals telling him he was close to cumming.
When his crisis had passed he fucked Linda, Susan, Coral and, finally, Nikki. Nikki was a particularly sexy girl with a mass of wavy corn-coloured hair and deep blue eyes that appeared both innocent and knowing at the same time. Her cunt was very tight and seemed to absorb his cock right up to his balls. He gripped her hips and pumped furiously. The girl gasped at this vigorous assault but met his strokes with enthusiasm, her talented cunt milking his cock like a cow's udder. Before he was entirely ready, his cum boiled up and with a guttural cry he emptied his load inside her. Nikki, close to the edge herself, was taken aback by this sudden deluge of cum and cried out in amazement.
Resisting the temptation to remain inside her and determining to make the opportunity to fuck her properly, he withdrew leaving her hot and panting. The game had to be played to the end. He pulled on his clothes, stuffing his sticky cock into his underpants and surveyed his harem. Six nubile bodies were bathed in a sheen of perspiration, six beautiful bottoms shone pinkly, six young cunts winked wetly. Six teenage girls were very aroused but extremely frustrated.
"You may stand," he said in the sternest voice he could manage.
With groans and moans, the girls straightened up. Their flushed faces and heaving breasts told its own story.
"When I am on dorm duty, I expect you to behave like young ladies. I do not expect to find you screaming like fishwives and fighting like bantam cocks. Is that clearly understood?"
"Yes, sir," they chorused.
"In which case I will bid you goodnight." On his way out of the door he turned back and added, "Of course, if you do wish to indulge again I will be only to happy to return and give you a repeat performance. Good night."
For several moments after his departure there was absolute silence as if they were waiting to see if he really had gone. Leonie, feeling braver than the others or, perhaps just more frustrated, crept to the door to check that he really had gone. Satisfied he had, she pulled the door firmly shut and the babble of voices broke out. Adam had, indeed, gone - but only temporarily. He had left them in a high state of sexual tension and was eager to discover their response. He returned with a tooth-glass which he pressed to the door and bent to listen.
"… such a bastard."
"Oh, I'm so sore."
"He really can think them up."
"Did he make you cum, Leonie."
"No, he didn't. I got close but he stopped too soon."
"Did anybody cum?"
"No. Like Leonie I got close." "Me too." "And me." "Same here."
"D'you think he did it on purpose?"
"What? You mean…"
"… he deliberately brought us close then stopped."
"But why?"
"Part of the punishment, I guess."
"Well it worked for me. I'm really horny."
"So am I."
"We all are."
"Bastard. I wish he'd brought us off."
"It looks like a group wank, then."
Sighs and groans all round.
"How about… how about we did each other?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just that.. . well, doing it to yourself is so boring. It's much nicer when somebody else does it to you, isn't it?"
"That's true."
"You mentioned a group wank so I just thought that we could, sort of… do each other."
"You mean split into pairs or something."
"No. I was thinking if we formed circle or something we could all do each other at the same time."
"Hey. Yes. Then we could all cum at the same time. That would be cool."
"I'm so horny I'll try anything."
"Did he cum?"
"Yes, in me."
"Lucky thing."
"Oooh, I like it when he cums in me."
"You're a cum slut, you are."
"No more than you."
"Girls, girls. No fighting please. We don't want him coming back."
"Unless it's to fuck us properly."
"If you make a racket and he comes back, you will be properly fucked. So let's go with Susie's idea of a communal wank. How are we going to organises it?"
"We need to form a circle."
"On the bed?"
"Not enough room. On the floor. Pull some of these duvets down."
There were sounds of movement and duvets being pulled off the beds.
"We'll be in trouble if Sir comes back."
"He won't come back. He'll be knackered after cumming."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that."
"Take my word for it. He won't be back. Now are we going to lie down or what?"
"I think we should kneel. Then we can easily reach the person next to us."
"Okay we'll try it like that."
He heard them shuffling into position.
"What now?"
"We're all right handed, aren't we? So put you arm round the person on your left. That way you can reach across with your other hand."
"It's a bit awkward. I can't reach properly."
"Okay, shuffle in a bit closer then."
"Mmm that's better."
"Ooh, Nikki, your hand is cold."
"Sorry. It'll get warm in a minute, though."
"How are we going to get together?"
"How about a story?"
"A sexy story."
"What about?"
"About Sir, of course, silly."
"How about Linda and I tell you about when he called us to his apartment."
"He never did."
"He did too."
"When was this?"
"A couple of weeks ago. Just after we started shaving."
"Go on then, Suse, tell us all. What happened?"
"Well, you remember when Linda and I decided to go bare?"
There was much giggling. "Do we just. You claimed you would bleed to death."
"And you nearly fainted at the thought."
"Shut up and get on with it."
"Well, anyway, somehow he found out and he made us stay behind after class…"
The voices dropped to a murmur and he couldn't make out the words. He remembered the occasion fondly - Linda and Susan had turned out to be very eager little girls. The story unfolded in an undertone. He couldn't make out the words but the comments from around the group made it clear what was happening.
Remarks like "You didn't!" "He never did!" "You're such a slut, Linda!" "What? Together?" were interspersed with, "Use your fingers." "Yes, like that." "Don't stop." "Oh, that's nice, Susan."
Then Nikki said very clearly, "Oh, God, I'm nearly there. Faster Leonie. Yes."
It seemed everybody was nearly there for the next few minutes were a jumble of moans, groans and cries of pleasure as the six girls brought each other off. Laughing quietly to himself and sporting a raging hard-on, Adam crept away.
The grapevine worked as efficiently as usual and, by breakfast the whole school knew of Adam's wickedly effective retribution for unruly behaviour. His reputation, already high, went up another notch.
The following night Felicia stole into his room after lights-out.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said with her head hung low but a pout on her lips when he remonstrated with her. "I just couldn't stand it knowing that you were only a few doors away."
"But what about Melanie?"
"She's not getting a share," said Felicia with a sly glance.
Despite himself, he had to laugh. "I meant, does she know or did you slip out while she was asleep?"
"Oh, Melanie knows where I am. She'll cover for me if anybody asks." Another sly glance.
It took Adam a moment to see the point. The only person likely to ask was the night monitor and, of course, that was himself.
"You're a sly minx, Felicia," he murmured as he folded her in his arms. "I have to confess I was feeling the same way as you." He laughed. "I wonder if I shouldn't pay Melanie a call just to see what she'd say."
"You're not cross, then?"
"No, but you deserve a good spanking for breaking curfew and I shall need to tie you up to make sure you don't break it again."
"Ohh," she shivered in his arms.
He gagged her with a rolled-up t-shirt and used the belts from their dressing gowns to bind her wrists to her ankles. The tying was more symbolic than real but Felicia was damp by the time he'd finished. She stood, half crouched, her magnificent bottom sticking out roundly. He caressed its smooth curves.
"You have the most beautiful bottom," he murmured.
He whipped her with his belt until her cheeks flushed deep pink. Her cunt was dripping and he knew she'd cum at least once. Leaving her bound and gagged, he thrust his cock into her sopping cunt and fucked her vigorously, groaning with pleasure as he pumped his sperm into her. Then he took her to bed and held her tightly and kissed her tenderly until they drifted off to sleep.
Thereafter Felicia crept into his room every night after curfew where she would submit to his abuse with trembling anticipation after which they would make love sometimes tenderly, sometimes violently.
"I am yours," she would murmur. But he knew that, equally, he was hers.
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