The final date in the school calendar was the annual prize-giving. As with all formal occasions at the school, Anne had turned it into quite an event. This year, however, she had added an extra wrinkle - a graduation sex test for the 5th year girls who were leaving. Six of the seven girls were involved: only Zoë was returning for another year. Anne had stressed to the girls that this was a real test to determine whether they had mastered the hidden curriculum as well as they had the academic one.
On the evening before the official prize-giving day, a number of cars arrived at the school and were discreetly parked away from the main car park. The graduating girls' parents had come to witness the ceremony. With each set of parents was a young man, either a relative of the family or a potential suitor. All had been carefully selected for their discretion. The visitors were greeted by Anne, Adam and Jacqueline and escorted to the Club Room. Once settled, Anne explained the procedure.
"You all know that, here at Greenwood, we run a second, secret curriculum in addition to the academic one. With the arrival of Mr Hazel this year we have been able to complete all we desired for the first time. For obvious reasons it is impossible to hold formal examinations," the company smiled at this, "but this second curriculum is, to us, equally as important as the academic one. So I felt it only fair that the girls should have a chance to prove their abilities. The purpose of this evening is, therefore, to provide the girls the opportunity to put into practice what they have learned and for you to judge how successful they have been.
"Neither the girls nor you knew in advance what form the test would take so I shall explain it now. The young men should pay particular heed as it is they who will be administering the test.
"You have been assigned a partner by lot. These slips," she held up some pieces of paper, "give a brief indication of what your partner likes and doesn't like. Around the room are various items of equipment. You may use as much of it as you please, or as little. You have fifteen minutes to make your selection. The girls will then be introduced and you will have thirty minutes to make your partner cum twice. You may mistreat her in any way or form you wish subject to the following provisos: you may not have penetrative sex, you may not draw blood, you must not cause any permanent or long-lasting damage, you may not hit her face. Remember, and I stress this, it is your job to make them cum. So pay attention particularly to her reaction to your attentions. Be prepared to be flexible.
"At the end of the thirty minutes there will be a short break, then the girls will have one hour in which to make their partners cum three times. Are there any questions?"
After a few points of clarification, the parents and the teachers retired to the viewing gallery leaving the six young men with Anne, Adam and Barbara, who were to adjudicate. The young men scurried around gathering the things they want - whips, paddles, shackles, handcuffs, rope, and so on. They dragged frames, benches and vaulting horses into position and adjusted them the way they wanted.
As the large clock that had been brought in for the occasion, ticked towards fifteen minutes, Anne called time. Barbara left to brief the candidates and bring them in. They were dressed in their sexiest versions of the school uniform. Under their school blazers were a variety of blouses; some semi-transparent, some tied across the midriff or unbuttoned half way to the waist and, under the blouses, either no bras at all or uplift ones that pushed their breasts into prominent display. They all sported exceedingly short skirts in the regulation charcoal grey, black self-supporting stockings with large lacy tops and stiletto-heel shoes. In short they were the epitome of slutty schoolgirls. At these visions, the young men's interest perked up significantly.
Anne called each girl in turn and her allocated partner stepped forward to lead her to his chosen spot. The girls were clearly apprehensive but were doing their best to appear seductive and alluring. Perhaps it was because Adam knew them so well that he was aware of their nervousness. The young men seemed not to notice for they were eagerly undressing them or having them perform a strip-tease.
Before long, the room was filled with sounds of swishing whips, the smack of paddles on bottoms and the moans and cries of female pain and pleasure. Anne, Adam and Barbara patrolled the room, watching carefully to make sure the men obeyed Anne's strictures and to judge the girls' performances.
Celia's partner had her spreadeagled in a frame. He was applying a whip with long thin strands to every permitted part of her body. The strokes were not hard, just enough to sting. Celia writhed in bonds, sobbing and panting. Every inch of her skin glowed as if it was on fire. Her nipples stood out like pink thumbs and her inner labial lips, covered with a thin sheen of cum, were clearly visible. Adam nodded approvingly - that was the way to do sexual pain.
Melanie was strapped to the top of a vaulting horse with rubber block under her tummy to raise her bottom. She had vibrators in both her cunt and bottom and her partner was applying a paddle vigorously, first to one cheek then the other. Her eyes were tight shut and she wriggled and squirmed in a vain attempt to escape this double assault. Again Adam gave his silent approval.
Felicia's man was so overcome that he had unzipped his trousers and exposed his sizable cock, prepared to give her a vigorous fuck. A sharp word from Barbara halted him. Sheepishly, he stuffed his member back in his trousers. Adam was both amused and somewhat jealous. Amused because that was how he often felt about Felicia (he remembered Anne once saying that she was a most provocative girl) and jealous because of their special relationship. However she was about to go out into the big wide world and he knew he really had no call upon her. She would have to make her own way in life while he remained at Greenwood to bring on another set of girls.
Erica's man had gone for the simple approach. He had Erica on hands and knees with her bottom high in the air. He finger fucked her with one hand and was spanking her with a short cane with the other. That this technique was successful was attested by both Erica's vigorous movements as she impaled herself on his fingers and her moans of lustful pleasure.
Miranda's partner had her standing on tiptoe, her arms secured above her head and a spreader bar between her ankles. He had dusted her entire body with a soft brush. Miranda squirmed and giggled for the soft flexible bristles were tickly and the man seemed to have an instinct for her most sensitive spots. As Adam watched, he ducked his head and sucked her nipples, pulling them into erect nubs. Miranda's gasp of pleasure was soon stifled as, without missing a beat, he attached miniature clamps to the extended nipples. She gasped in shock and pain. Before she could recover, he picked up a fly-whisk whip and began to flog her lightly all over. Miranda screamed at this new assault on her sensitised skin then stiffened and let out a long, low moan as she came.
Veronica was bent double over a bar with her wrists handcuffed to her ankles. Her partner was caning her bottom and he was not holding back. Adam was concerned but decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt. Veronica had shown that, despite her slender form, she enjoyed quite a high level of pain. He kept an eye on her, however, as there was something about the situation that made him uneasy. The young man continued to beat Veronica's upturned buttocks. The blows were savage and angry red welts were starting to appear on her pale skin. Her screams were not those associated with sexual spanking. They were cries of real pain. A drop of blood trickled from one of the welts. That was it. The young man had gone too far and Veronica was in genuine danger. Anne had obviously come to the same conclusion for he was aware of her presence beside him. He glanced at her and she nodded. As the young man raised cane for another blow, Adam grabbed his wrist and said, "Enough. Stop now."
The man, red in face with emotion and exertion, his eyes glazed and unseeing turned on Adam in fury. He wrenched his arm free and aimed a blow at Adam who managed to raise one arm and block it. Thwarted, the man lunged at him and grappled him to the floor, lashing out with his fists in uncontrolled fury. They rolled around on the floor until Adam, thanks to all the exercise he had recently had, managed to roll the man over and pin him down. Seeing the scuffle, Veronica's father and another parent came rushing down from the gallery and grabbed the man's arms and legs. They forced the young man to his feet and handcuffed his arms behind his back. As Adam slumped back, winded and bruised, they hustled the man out of the room while Barbara, Helen and Veronica's mother released the sobbing girl from her bonds and led her gently away.
The altercation had upset everybody and Adam realised that the graduation ceremony was in danger of degenerating into chaos. As Anne and Barbara had disappeared, he called an intermission to allow everyone time to recover. The girls were released and Jacqueline substituted for Helen in attending to abused bottoms and breasts. The parents started to appear from the viewing gallery, concerned about the fight and thinking the test must be cancelled. Adam, in his best school-masterly tone, sent them all back.
He had been thinking furiously about the best way to salvage the situation and, when Anne and Barbara returned, explained his idea. Both were looking quite grim. Veronica was very upset. She had been badly frightened but, fortunately not too severely hurt. Adam's intervention had been timely. She was, however, very concerned that this would spoil her chances of graduating. The young man had been locked in one of the guest rooms and would be dealt with in the morning. The three consulted and agreed to Adam's plan.
Anne clapped her hands for attention. She apologised for the interruption and assured everyone that Veronica was okay. Despite the interruption, this was still an examination. There would, however, be a slight change in the rules. For a pass, the girls must make their partner's cum once within twenty minutes. A merit would be awarded for a second cum within thirty minutes.
The girls set to work. Before long they had revived their partner's flagging interest. Adam had a small wager with himself as to who would be first. Sure enough, in just over ten minutes Celia's partner cried out and clutched her hair as he came copiously in her throat. Over the next five minutes all the girls succeeded in making their partner cum. Aware of the clock, they sat back, glad enough to have achieved a pass.
Celia was, however, going for a merit. She already had her partner stiff again and was working him expertly with her mouth and hands. Adam had enjoyed her talented mouth on a number of occasions and knew that, if anyone could succeed in making a man cum twice in half an hour, it was Celia.
The seconds ticked by. By now the whole room; parents, students, staff and visitors, were silently rooting for her. Even her partner seemed to want her to succeed for her was giving cries of guidance and encouragement. He glanced at the clock. There were only a few minutes left. He began to fuck her mouth with cries of, "Don't stop. I'm almost there."
The hands reached thirty and a sigh of disappointment ran through the audience. The young man made to stop Celia but Anne gestured to let her continue. Gratefully, he closed his eyes and surrendered his attention to Celia's mouth. Five more minutes passed before the young man began to gasp loudly.
"Oh, God, yes," he cried. "I'm cumming."
Celia's hand was a blur on his shaft as she pumped him dry. Having sucked the last drop, she sat back on her heels, a satisfied smile on her cum-smeared face. She looked up, saw the clock and her face fell.
Anne stepped forward. "Although Celia did not quite make the thirty minutes," she announced. "Under the circumstances, her efforts were outstanding and I will award her a merit anyway. Well done, Celia."
The room erupted with joyous cheering. Celia's partner pulled her to her feet and hugged her tightly. He whispered something in her ear and she turned bright red though even that could not wipe off her broad beam of satisfaction. The parents came down from the gallery and the room was full of happy and excited conversations.
Adam and the young men tidied away the equipment. As he did so, he noticed there were more than a few bulges in the father's trousers and prominent nipples among the mothers. He drew Anne aside and spoke to her quietly.
A lecherous grin spread over her face. "You are a devil, Adam," she murmured.
She took the girls and the young men aside and spoke to them earnestly. They surreptitiously glanced round the room then nodded. After a brief consultation, they broke up. Each girl approached one of the fathers and each young man one of the mothers. Anne had suggested they be direct so the girls simply reached down and grabbed their chosen man's bulging cock. With the mothers, the young men caressed arms and shoulders or, in one case, breasts and planted kisses on cheeks and necks.
To say the parents were startled would be an understatement. They tried to push the young people away and looked wildly around. Then they saw that each and every one had been similarly approached and Anne and her staff with broad smiles. Celia's father was the first to catch on.
"It's not every day I get molested by a sexy young girl," he guffawed. "And I'd be a damn fool to waste the opportunity." He gathered Erica into his arms and kissed her soundly.
The ice was broken. Before long all the parents had succumbed to the blandishments of their suitors and the couples had retired to the divans, settees and recliners that lined the walls. Clothing was hastily discarded and the room was filled with the sighs, moans and groans of couples engaged in uninhibited sex. For a while the staff stood and watched then quietly slipped away.
"Do you want to join in," Adam quietly asked Anne.
"Well," she replied gazing thoughtfully round at the entwined bodies, "I wouldn't object to joining with Mr Harden but he seems to be otherwise engaged."
Indeed he was. He had Celia lying prone on a divan with several cushions under her hips and was vigorously thrusting an impressive member in and out of her from behind. Her round buttocks flattened as his weight fell on her. That Celia was enjoying this vigorous treatment was obvious from her cries of pleasure.
Adam chuckled. "It's quite a stimulating sight."
They slipped out, leaving the group to thrust and heave their way to the ultimate release.
After a discreet interval they returned to find the room full of sated bodies sprawled across the furniture. The aroma of sex hung heavy in the air.
"Supper will be served in the dining hall in fifteen minutes," announced Anne.
"Could you just waft some over here?" Celia's father asked. "I don't think I can move."
"You're welcome to stay if you like but I believe it gets quite chilly in here at night," replied Anne.
"You're a hard woman, Ms Henderson."
"I know," she grinned. "It's why I'm such a successful Headmistress."
This remark was greeted with ironic cheers and cat-calls. Smiling, Anne departed, leaving the company to make themselves decent and Adam to tidy up.
In the morning, Veronica's father, accompanied by Adam and Celia's father, released the brutal young man from his confinement. The young man was dishevelled but not contrite.
"What do you think you were playing at?" demanded Veronica's father.
"Only what I was told."
"You were told you could abuse my daughter?" Veronica's father's voice was icy cold. "You were told to hit her till she bled?"
The young man was unaffected. "Not in so many words, no, but that was the intention."
"Oh? So why did Ms Henderson specifically say you were not to?"
The young man shrugged indifferently. "It's of no significance. The little slut was asking for it anyway."
"Little slut?" Veronica's father was losing his cool. "How dare you call my daughter a slut."
"She's here so she's a slut."
Adam and Celia's father placed restraining hands on his arms.
"Careful Vernon," Celia's father cautioned. "It isn't worth it."
Adam looked the young man slowly up and down with as much contempt as her could muster. Inside he was seething. How could someone of such obvious wealth and privilege be so callous and unfeeling?
"You have a car?" he asked.
"Of course."
"We will go there now and you will leave immediately."
"What?" the young man was indignant. "Without a wash or shave or breakfast?"
"You are lucky not to be breakfasting on your teeth," said Veronica's father with suppressed fury.
"You have, let us say, overstayed your welcome." Adam spat the words out.
"I suppose I should have expected nothing else from a bunch of pimps and gigolos," he said disdainfully.
He strode to the door, followed by Adam and Celia's father. They escorted him by back corridors to his car.
"A final word," said Celia's father as the young man was getting into his car. "Nothing happened here. You would be wise to remember that."
In answer, the young man slammed the car door and took of in a spray of grass and gravel.
"A foolish and arrogant young man," sighed Celia's father. "But possibly a dangerous one."
Adam glanced at him sharply but he had already turned away and was heading back to the school.
Graduation day was also the last day of term so it was always well attended as parents arrived to take their daughters away for a well-earned summer break. To cater for the anticipated numbers, a large marquee had been erected in the grounds and caterers hired.
Around mid-morning the cars began to arrive and, by noon, old George was red in the face both with exertion and aggravation as he tried to find parking places for them all. They came in their dozens, the fathers formally attired in suits and ties, and the mothers in elegant summer dresses and hats. It reminded Adam more of Ascot than the graduation ceremonies he was accustomed to. He, too, was dressed for the occasion in a new suit and tie purchased at Anne's insistence. Anne and her female colleagues, as ever, looked devastating and even Barbara looked elegantly uncomfortable in a sleek red dress. The girls were in their best school uniform but even dressed like this they look elegant and sexy.
As the weather was fine, the parents wandered about the grounds clutching glasses of wine and plates of finger food. The aroma of expensive perfumes and aftershaves mingled with the scent of the summer flowers. Wine and conversation flowed as the girls diligently refilled empty glasses and carried round plates. Adam and the other members of staff, their glasses charged with grape juice, mingled with the crowd, exchanging small-talk and promoting the benefits of the school.
Around two o'clock, there was a general drift in the direction of the main hall where the formal ceremonies were due to take place. As Helen and Evanine gently rounded up the stragglers, Adam made his way to the rear entrance of the auditorium and took his place on the stage. The doors were closed and Anne stood to make her introductory speech. Today she was dressed in a devastatingly elegantly tailored pin-stripe suit, the jacket suggesting without emphasising her stupendous breasts and the skirt outlining her full hips. She looked both frighteningly efficient and eminently desirable at the same time.
Her first act was to introduce Adam. Although he had been in the school for several months, he had not been formally inducted as a member of staff. Anne was fulsome in her praise and he squirmed with embarrassment. He stood and gave a small bow to acknowledge the applause; polite from the parents, enthusiastic from the girls.
After the speech came the prizes. The younger girls were first. There were prizes for both academic achievement and general development. Although he knew how important these things are, Adam has always found prize-giving tedious. He amused himself by wondering what the parental reaction would be if Anne were to announce a prize for the best blow-job and to whom he would award it.
After the junior girls had traipsed forward to receive their prizes, there was an interval when Gabrielle Bailey played the piano. Gabrielle was as talented musically as she was sexually and, although the school had no facilities for music training, Anne had encouraged the girl to continue with lessons and a piano teacher visited regularly. After Gabrielle's recital, a pleasant surprise to some of the parents, it was the turn of the older girls. Where the younger ones had tended to shuffle up to the stage as if embarrassed to be singled out, the older girls positively swaggered. They paraded proudly, heads held high, breasts out-thrust, hips swinging, making sure that all concerned were aware that, under the demure uniforms, lurked mature and sexy young women.
Finally it was the turn of the 5th year. All but Zoë were leaving and the congratulations were sincere and heartfelt. Adam found himself experiencing some very unusual emotions. In other schools he had watched the pupils leave with indifference mixed only with the occasional mild regret that he would no longer teach a particular talented pupil. But here it was different. He had become intimately acquainted with these young women in more ways than one. They had become part of his life and he found he was genuinely regretful that they were walking out of his life never to return.
When Felicia received her farewell presentation he had difficulty in holding back his tears. He had come to know her better than he had known anyone in his life before and he genuinely loved her. But she was seventeen and had her life before her. He could not ask her to stay here and become his mistress. He had explained all this to her on many tearful occasions and, while she claimed to accept it, he knew she was as unhappy about leaving him as he was of losing her.
Greenwood Academy was too small to have a formal Head Girl so Melanie had been elected to represent the school leavers. Her valedictory speech was a masterpiece and Adam and his colleagues, the older girls and even some of the parents were having a hard time keeping straight faces. On the surface, her words were a picture of innocence but, to members of the Secret Sex Society, they were laden with double meaning and references to activities that had occurred during the year. Her speech was greeted with tumultuous applause and stamping of feet.
And that rather set the tone for the rest of the afternoon. Formality broke down as girls collected cases and trunks which their fathers attempted to lever into car boots swearing they were positive they had brought only half this amount at the start of the term. While fathers tried to solve the riddle of forcing quarts into pint pots, the girls said their farewells. There was much kissing and hugging and tearful goodbyes and promises to write or phone and more cheerful calls of 'see you next term'.
Adam and Felicia managed to find a quiet corner.
"Well, I suppose this is goodbye, then," said Adam awkwardly.
Felicia said nothing but her eyes brimmed with tears. Adam gathered her in his arms and held her close.
"You will always be very special to me," he said.
"Oh, sir," she sniffed. "I don't want to leave."
"I wish you were staying, too."
"This term's been…"
"I know. I think we've both found out a lot about ourselves we didn't know. I hope you use that knowledge wisely. I hear your mother calling. Give me one last kiss."
She threw her arms around his neck and they kissed - one everlasting kiss that was over before it had begun.
"Felicia! Are you ready dear? We're waiting for you," came her mother's voice.
A last, almost shy, glance and she was gone. He would never see her again. Her departure was as if a cloud had passed in front of the sun. Squaring his shoulders, he stepped out to say farewell to his other pupils.
Car doors slammed, engines revved and, gradually, the car park emptied and the school returned to its normal tranquillity.
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