Date: Thu, 08 Jul 2004 21:15:15 +0000
From: jonathanorange@hotmail.com
Subject: Kate all parts

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Chapter 1

Kate in Year 9


Kate was approaching her eleventh birthday when she first became aware of
her sexuality.  She would spend long periods of time in front of the
full-length mirror in her mother's bedroom examining her body.  Her breasts
were just beginning to form, and she would run her hands over them, trying
to imagine what they would be like when they really could be cupped in her
hands.  She would let her long, jet-black hair trail over her shoulders so
that the ends tickled her emerging nipples, and she would admire the stark
contrast between the raven black hair and her pale, white body.  She would
turn to look at her bottom -- pert and rounded -- and then run her hands all
over her body, finishing up on her stomach, where she would trace her
fingers through the dark, downy wisps of hair that were beginning to form
around her vagina.  She would shudder with the nice feeling that this seemed
to give her, although she was not yet aware of why this was or how to make
it even better.

She would try on her mother's sexy underwear -- for her mother was a very
attractive and sexy woman -- and, even though all of the flimsy articles were
far too big for her, she would imagine what it would be like to have breasts
that filled the bras and hips that could make the tiny panties look their
best, and she thrilled to the touch of the silky material on her body.

Later she began to explore the lips of her cunt more closely.  She would sit
in front of the mirror with her legs wide apart and spread the lips to see
what was there.  She found out that it added to the nice feelings she got if
she stroked the skin on the sides of the lips, and in doing this she
eventually came across her clitoris and discovered how nice it made her feel
when she played with it.  From this moment on, she began to know how
wonderful it was to masturbate, and over the next two years she became
better and better at bringing herself to orgasm.  She learnt how wet should
could get when she ran her fingers up and down the slit between her clit and
the bottom of her cunt; she discovered how nice it was to play with herself
as she peed, feeling the hot stream run through her fingers as she worked on
herself.  And she began the first tentative intrusions into the depths of
her cunt.

This time also saw her breasts develop more fully into a firm, 32A shape,
and she delighted in fondling them, marvelling at how the nipples stood out
as she did so, and proud of the way in which they clearly need no support.
She gazed with pleasure at the now rich, dark mass of black curls that
covered her cunt, enjoying the feeling of running her hands through the
forest that lead to her pleasure zone.  She also became aware of just how
attractive she was to the opposite sex and she began, at first almost
unconsciously, to flirt and tease.  She got quite turned on by the obvious
effect this had on boys and, it seemed, men!

It was also, however, a time when many things began to go wrong for her.
She loved both her parents very much, but she adored her father, so the
split between her parents hit her very hard.  She became very rebellious,
constantly getting into trouble both at school and at home.  She resented
Brian, the man her mother had left her father for, and so she delighted in
behaving in a provocative manner when he was around.  She would parade
between her bedroom and the bathroom in her skimpy underwear, and leave her
bedroom door just that little bit open so that he could not help noticing
her as she changed.  She saw how it made him feel uncomfortable and yet she
noticed that he would linger longer than was really necessary and she also
knew that it made her mother angry!

As relationships with her mother and Brian deteriorated, she became even
more difficult, so it was hardly any surprise when she found herself in the
September after her thirteenth birthday arriving at St. Margaret's School at
the start of her Year Nine.  St. Margaret's was a boarding school set in the
heart of the Devon countryside, many miles from Kate's home in Brighton.
Mr. Rawlinson, the Headmaster, had made it quite clear to Kate and her
mother that his was an old-fashioned school -- old-fashioned standards of
expectation academically and old-fashioned methods of disciplining
recalcitrant children.

"You do realise, Mrs. Johnson," he said, "that by this I mean we will use
corporal punishment if I consider this the most appropriate method of
achieving discipline.  And it is applied to girls equally as it is to boys.
I must stress this.  Is it clear to you, Mrs. Johnson?  And you, Kate?"

Her mother thoroughly approved of this, she replied, and felt it might well
be exactly what was needed.  Kate just scowled.

In many ways, Kate enjoyed school.  She made friends quite easily, and she
didn't miss home particularly.  She was quite bright, so the work was not
too difficult; indeed, she enjoyed the intellectual challenges that lessons
brought.  The only thing she really missed about home was the privacy; she
had become accustomed to being able to wander around her own room naked, and
she certainly had used this privacy to enjoy prolonged sessions when she
would play with herself.  She had developed a sophisticated way of bringing
herself close to orgasm yet holding it back until she was moaning with
self-induced frustration.  At school, however, she shared a dormitory with
four other girls.  Whilst many of them were physically much more developed
than she, they seemed sexually unaware.  Furthermore, all the girls used
showers not baths, so Kate could not even enjoy herself whilst relaxing in
the privacy of a nice, hot bath.  She was reduced to wanking in the toilet,
which she found distinctly unsatisfying.

She was also still a very naughty girl, and she could never resist the
opportunity to test out limits.  So it was not more than a month into her
time at St. Margaret's that she first found herself in Matron's office
awaiting punishment.  Matron was responsible for the administering of
physical punishment to the girls at the school, and she had had occasion to
warn Kate several times that the ultimate sanction of physical punishment
was fast becoming the only option left to her as far as Kate was concerned.

"Well, Kate," Matron said, "I have warned you on a number of occasions, but
you still flout the rules.  It seems to me that you are a very willful girl.
  But we are used to willful girls, and we have ways of bringing them to
realize the folly of their ways.  Do you understand me?"

Kate stared at the floor in a defiant way.

"I said, `Do you understand me?'" growled Matron.

"Yes", murmured Kate.

"We shall see", said Matron.

Matron had an interesting way of ensuring that those she was punishing
remained correctly positioned.  In her office she had a large, heavy,
old-fashioned wooden table; short girls would be positioned across the table
and taller ones along its length.  She instructed Kate to stretch over the
table along its length so that her fingers could grip the far end; this
meant that, with her feet firmly planted on the floor, her bottom was well
placed just over the edge.

"You are to grip the end of the table tightly, Kate," Matron said, "and I am
going to give you six strokes.  You are not move until I tell you and your
hands must remain holding the end of the table."

Matron used a slipper -- or rather an old plimsole.  When Kate was in
position, she folded her skirt up over her back and pulled her school pants
tightly up so that there were no creases.  She placed her left hand in the
small of Kate's back and raised the slipper above her head.

Kate was not prepared for the first stroke.  Her mother had smacked her in
the past and her dad had spanked her once when she was very young.  But she
could not really remember what it had been like.  When the plimsole landed
with a loud THWACK, the fire that exploded in her right buttock took her
breath away.  Her whole body tensed, and she gripped the end of the table
tightly.  Then, the left buttock felt the same.  Kate was defiantly
determined not to show any reaction, although it would have been clear to
anyone that the pain was intense.  As the third and fourth blows landed on
the same spot as the first and second she wriggled and gasped.  Her bottom
felt as though a thousand electric sparks were shooting out from it.

"Owww! Nooo! Please!" shouted Kate, and her hands went involuntarily to
sooth her burning bottom.

"Be still! Hands on the edge of the table!" barked Matron, and the pressure
on the small of Kate's back increased.  She gripped the end of the table
even more tightly so that her knuckles turned white with the effort.  The
fifth and six strokes seemed even harder and the pain was indescribable.
Kate's legs left the floor as drummed her feet on the floor and she wailed
loudly.

Matron smoothed Kate's skirt down again walked round to the front of the
table.

"Look at me!" she said.

Kate looked up, her black hair hanging over her face, and tears streaming
down her cheeks.

"We do win with girls like you", said Matron in a quiet voice, "Believe me,
we do win."  There was a long pause, and then she said,"You may get up."

Kate rose and her hands went to her bottom, where she tried to massage the
pain away, but her bottom was too sensitive, so she just left her hands on
her burning buttocks for comfort.  Matron left her standing there for what
seemed ages, and then she sent her away.

Kate hurried to the bathroom where she examined her poor bottom.  There were
two deep, red marks on each buttock -- a testimony to the accuracy with which
Matron had applied her plimsole.  Kate bathed them in cold water, and the
burning sensation gradually subsided, but it was several hours before she
felt comfortable and the next day before the marks had disappeared.

Unfortunately, this spanking did not cure Kate.  She was resentful and
sullen towards authority and rules, and so, over the next two terms she
received fairly regular slipperings from Matron.  However, it was not until
her fourteenth birthday was approaching that something very interesting
happened.

She had never liked Madame LeCourt, the French teacher.  The two had often
clashed, but on this particular occasion, Kate was completely out of order.
She had sworn at Madame LeCourt, and thrown her books at her.  It was
Matron's day off, so Kate was sent directly to the Headmaster.

James Rawlinson, and it was `James', never `Jim', was a tall man in his
middle fifties.  He was thin, without being scrawny, and he was very
handsome in a middle-aged way -- as a young man he must have been quite a
looker.  He had large hands with long, sensitive fingers -- he could easily
have been a pianist. Kate had only seen him around the school and in
Assemblies, as he did not come into contact much with the younger students,
although he taught History to Years 10, 11 and the Sixth Form.

He studied the report that Madame LeCourt had written, whilst Kate stood in
front of his big desk.  Several times he grunted, presumably in surprise at
the way in which this young girl had acted.

"Well, young lady," he said, "This does not make very pretty reading.  Is
what Madame LeCourt says true?"

"Yes, sir," whispered Kate.  "I'm sorry, but I just can't stand French or
Madame LeCourt -- she is always picking on me."

"Be that as it may, Miss Johnson," said Mr. Rawlinson, "but I cannot have my
teachers treated in this way.  This is a very serious matter.  So serious
that I do not think it can wait until Matron returns tomorrow, especially in
view of your record -- Matron has told me how often she has had to punish
you.  The school has to know that such behavior will not be tolerated and is
punished instantly and severely. Unfortunately, I do not have a slipper like
the one that Matron uses; I only have a cane, which I use on the boys.  As I
think that may be a little severe for a girl, I shall have to spank you
instead."

He came round from behind the desk.

"Now," he said, "with the boys I usually have them bending over and holding
their ankles, but that would not be the best position for a spanking.  Let
me see.  Yes, that will do.  Come here and bend over the back of this
chair."

Mr. Rawlinson's office was furnished with lovely old furniture.  The desk
was large and made of solid oak.  There were old bookcases, crammed with
books on all manner of subjects.  In front of the desk were two hard backed
chairs, but to the side of the large office was a coffee table with three
very large, leather armchairs.  It was at one of these that Mr. Rawlinson
was pointing.

Kate went across and nervously lay over the back of the chair.  To steady
herself she placed her hands on the arms of the chairs.  It was actually
quite comfortable and she sunk into the heavy top of the armchair, hardly
able to feel any of the frame of the back of the chair.  Mr. Rawlinson
approached her and folded back her skirt.  He commenced to spank her, his
large hands striking alternately on her left and then her right buttock.  He
must have hit her twenty times in all, and there is no doubt that it hurt --
yes, indeed, it did hurt, a stinging rather than the sharp pain of the
slipper - and Kate gasped with each slap, her bottom tensing in anticipation
of each blow.  She sunk further into the chair in reaction to the force of
the smacks.

However, something else was happening!  Kate felt moisture oozing from her
cunt, and an incredible itch down there.  The harder the smacks and the more
she pressed herself into the chair, the warmer and more urgent the feelings
inside her were becoming.  As she clenched her buttocks in response to each
blow, so she felt her cunt muscles clench too, and the moisture seeped more
strongly from her.

Mr. Rawlinson stopped the spanking and told Kate to stand up.  She did so,
smoothing down her skirt and rubbing here bottom to ease the throbbing.
This did nothing for the other throbbing, which was incredibly intense!

"You may return to class, now, Miss Johnson," said Mr. Rawlinson, "although
I suggest you go to your room and tidy yourself up.  I sincerely hope that I
will not receive any more reports of such disgraceful behaviour from one of
my students, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," murmured Kate, and she fled from the Headmaster's office back to
the dormitory.  With the school being in lessons, and Matron away, she had
the dorm to herself.  She hurried to her room, and as soon as the door was
closed she tore her pants down to examine her bottom.  It was a bright pink
all over, rather than the two angry red marks that Matron's slipper left,
and it glowed with what was not an altogether unpleasant feeling.  But the
urge in her cunt was too much for Kate to stand and she quickly lay on the
bed parted the lips of her cunt with her fingers and strummed her clitoris.
Her nipples were straining in her bra, but her need was too great to waste
time with them.  She hurriedly brought herself off to what was one of the
best orgasms she had had for a long while, certainly throughout her time at
St. Margaret's.

Kate could not get the memory of how the spanking had made her feel out of
head.  She had several more wanks thinking about the way in which the juices
had started to flow down her cunt as Mr. Rawlinson's hand had spanked her
bottom.  She determined to try it again!

Kate was worried about risking a confrontation with Madame LeCourt again,
but she could think of no other person who was bound to send her straight to
Mr. Rawlinson, rather than wait until Matron returned the next day.  So
during a French test two weeks later, she deliberately allowed herself to be
caught cheating and then gave Madame LeCourt cheek when she was challenged.
As predicted, this is what happened, and she found herself going towards Mr.
Rawlinson's office with a comprehensive complaint form from Madame LeCourt
in her hand.  She went via the girls' loo where she pulled her knickers up
tight which forced most of the material into the crack of her bum.


Mr. Rawlinson was extremely cross.  He harangued Kate for some time,
threatening her with expulsion, questioning her closely about her attitude
towards authority in general and Madame LeCourt in particular.  At last he
ended with these words:

"Miss Johnson, this is your last chance.  I am going to spank you very hard
because I find your continued defiance totally unacceptable.  I warn you
that it will be a much harder spanking than the last time, but if you won't
accept it, then I shall have to send you home.  The only reason I am not
doing that straight away is that I understand from Matron that she has not
had occasion to slipper you for some time, a sign I take to mean that you
are learning to control your behaviour.  Over the chair as before!"

Kate went to the old leather armchair and settled herself over the back.
Already she could feel her cunt beginning to tingle, and she gripped the
arms tightly.  Mr. Rawlinson came over to her and folded back her skirt as
before; she swore she could hear a sharp intake of breath as he saw the
round globes of her bottom bare to his gaze.

It was a hard spanking!  Whether this was because he had intended to spank
her hard anyway or whether he was delighted to have much more of her bare
bottom to work on, Kate could not know.  She howled loudly throughout, and
wriggled and squirmed as her bottom smarted under Mr. Rawlinson's hand.  But
what she also knew was that as the stinging spread across her bottom, the
juices flowed in her cunt.  She could feel herself almost coming and hoped
that her cries of pain would cover the urgency in her voice.  She also
prayed that he would continue for just a bit longer, because she was sure
that she would come if only he would spank her just a little bit more.  But
he didn't!  The spanking finished with Kate wriggling and sobbing, but what
Mr. Rawlinson did not know was that it was as much from frustration as from
pain!

The Headmaster returned behind his desk and surveyed Kate standing in front
of him squirming and hopping from one foot to the other.

"On reflection, I am not sure that one spanking is enough punishment for
this offence, young lady.  You are to return to me on Thursday afternoon
when you next have French. I shall tell Madame LeCourt that I am removing
you from her lesson so that you may reflect on your crime, and I shall
administer another spanking to complete your punishment.  You have the
intervening two days to consider your future behaviour."


Released from his office, Kate hurried to the dormitory.  The act of forcing
the material of her pants into the crack of her bottom had had the equal
effect of forcing much of the front part of them in between the lips of her
cunt.  This had been increased by her actions over the back of the chair as
she strove to reach her climax.  Once inside the dorm, she sat astride the
arm of a hardback chair and rode it fiercely whilst pulling and tweaking her
nipples, which she had released from the confines of her blouse and bra,
very hard, until within a very few moments her orgasm had flooded over her
and she sank onto the bed, exhausted.

Kate looked forward to the second spanking with eager anticipation.  She was
sure that Mr. Rawlinson had only decided to give her a second spanking when
he had seen her bottom so clearly displayed for him.  It thrilled Kate to
think that she could have this effect on a fully grown and mature man, just
as much as she longed to feel that burning inside her cunt as well as on her
bottom.  On Thursday afternoon French was last lesson.  After the Maths
lesson that preceded it, Kate returned to her dormitory, and changed out of
her regulation school knickers; she selected a pair of skimpy, white, lacy
panties, and she admired her bottom as she slipped them on, pulling them
tight.  She was ready!

She knocked timidly on the Headmaster's door.  There were butterflies in her
stomach -- she was nervous about what was going to happen and whether she
would be able to control her emotions if she managed to achieve an orgasm,
but she was also feeling very excited, and already moisture was easing from
her cunt.  She heard his strong voice saying, "Enter!" so she turned the
knob and opened the door.

"Ah! Miss Johnson!  Yes, well come in.  You know why you are here, so
prepare yourself."

Kate went over to the armchair and leant over the back; she tried to adjust
herself so that, when she pressed herself into the chair, she could feel the
frame through the material.  This time she parted her legs a little rather
than keeping them clenched together as she had before.  Her long black hair
fell over face, and she gripped the arms of the chair as tightly as she
could.  Mr. Rawlinson came across and folded back her skirt.  Again she
sensed his hesitation as he saw the knickers she was wearing.  After what
seemed like a very long pause, he commenced the spanking.

It certainly was just as hard as the previous spanking he had given her, but
Kate felt that something was not quite the same.  There seemed to be more of
a pause between each smack and his hands seemed to apply themselves to a
wider area than before. On a couple of occasions he seemed almost to be
spanking the rounded under part of her bottom rather than flush on the
globes of flesh that were pointing upwards.  Kate could not help squealing
and wriggling, as it was quite painful.  But it was also, just like the last
time, incredibly sensuous, and she could feel orgasm building up inside her.
She parted her legs slightly and forced her pelvis down upon the frame of
the chair; she felt the juices flowing copiously from her cunt -- would Mr.
Rawlinson notice the damp patch appearing on her panties?  Kate did not
care, as she knew now that she would come.  When she did, the feeling was
indescribable, and her squeals turned to moans.  The spanking went on until
her orgasm began to subside, and then it stopped, but Kate continued to sob
gently into the back of the chair and she squirmed and wriggled for what
seemed like ages.

Mr. Rawlinson returned to the desk, and said to Kate, "Right, young lady,
come over here and sit down."

Kate adjusted her skirt and went over to the desk.  "Please, sir," she
whispered, I'd rather stand, if you don't mind."

"Ahm, yes, I understand," replied Mr. Rawlinson, "Perhaps you would do
better to sit over there in one of the armchairs.  I will join you at the
coffee table."

Kate did as she was bid and Mr. Rawlinson settled himself in the chair
opposite.  As Kate sank back into the chair, which was soft enough not to be
uncomfortable for her throbbing bottom, she allowed her legs to part just
sufficiently so that she was sure he could see her knickers.  They were
soaked!

"How old are you, Kate?" asked Mr. Rawlinson.

"I will be 14 next week, Sir," she murmured, wriggling in the chair to ease
the stinging in her bottom and the stickiness of her knickers.

"I see," continued the Headmaster. "Well, I have looked at your record since
you came to us last September.  It seems to me that you are a very willful
girl.  Yet there also seems to be some promise in your work, so I have
decided to take a particular interest in your continued development here at
St. Margaret's, Kate.  I shall expect to see you during Thursday Prep once
every three weeks.  At those meetings we will review your progress during
the previous three weeks, and discuss ways in which you can maximize your
potential.  We will also decide on any punishment that might be necessary --
this may well include a further spanking which I expect you to accept
without complaint.  Do you understand me, Kate, because if you are to remain
at St. Margaret's you have to start behaving properly and achieving the best
of which you are capable?"

"Yes, Sir," replied Kate.

"Very well, you may go!" said Mr. Rawlinson, and Kate left, hurrying back to
the dormitory, as lessons had not yet finished.  Matron was nowhere around,
so Kate changed out of her sopping wet knickers, stroking her still
throbbing cunt for a while.  She was amazed at how wet she was -- she could
not remember any occasion in the past when she had become quite as wet as
this during an orgasm.  She used the frilly panties to dry herself there,
noticing how this made her feel almost randy again, before replacing her
school knickers.  She went downstairs to the Common Room, wondering what
would happen at these `review sessions'.  She knew that Mr. Rawlinson must
have seen her reaction to the spanking, and surely he must have seen her
dampness; he must have noticed the difference in her wailing and her
movements.  She was sure, too, that he enjoyed spanking her; after all, he
had suddenly added the extra spanking after her cheating in the French test,
and then he had suddenly decided on these review sessions.  Had he decided
on having them in order to have the chance to spank her again -- and to watch
her come again?




Chapter Two

Kate in Year 10

Year 10 was a good year for Kate!  After the spanking she had had from the
Headmaster just before her fourteenth birthday -- that wonderful occasion
when she came whilst he was spanking her -- she had the regular mentoring
sessions with him every third Thursday for the rest of that Summer Term of
Year 9, and these continued throughout Year 10.  At these meetings they
would look at her work and her behaviour record.  This usually resulted, she
noticed, in the need for a further spanking, which she willingly accepted;
indeed, she often ensured that she had behaved just badly enough to ensure
that this would be the outcome. Kate did not always manage to have an orgasm
with these spankings, try though she did to reach one.  If she didn't, she
would rush back to the dorm and, if Matron was not around and Prep was still
going on, she would lie on her bed, spread her legs and finger herself until
she did come.  Sometimes it was necessary to do it in the girls' toilet, but
she never enjoyed this much -- Kate was very much a person who liked her
orgasms at leisure!

As Year 10 progressed, Kate's behaviour and work did as well. She had opted
for History in Year 10, so the Headmaster was her teacher.  She really liked
the subject, and he communicated his passion for the study of the past to
her.  She also really did enjoy the review meetings -- Mr. Rawlinson was easy
to talk to, amusing and he was quite fun.  Furthermore, he seemed genuinely
interested in her and her success, and she felt that, for the first time for
a long while, there was someone who actually cared for her.  She was aware,
as well, that he did enjoy spanking her, and this made her feel good -- she
was clearly attractive to him!

Kate found her roommates strange!  Oh, she got on well with them, and she
had several very good friends, some not in her dorm, but she still found
them strange.  They would talk a lot about boys and sex and things, but
clearly it was all talk.  Whenever, she tentatively brought the subject
round to sexual gratification, she found that they were naïve to the
extreme.  They would talk about their bodies, and compare the size of their
tits etc, but never showed any interest in their own or anyone else's cunt.
They clearly had not yet discovered the joys of masturbation! Nor had they
experimented with the boys whom they lusted after so much.  Mind you, on
this score, neither had Kate!

Well, this was not strictly speaking true.  Early in the Summer Term, a term
when summer seemed quite early itself, and there were some very warm days,
Kate discovered a very amusing pastime!  It happened quite by accident,
really.  In her desperate search for some privacy to enjoy her own body, and
now that the weather was warmer, she had found a secret spot behind the
Sports Pavilion where she could masturbate at leisure.  She would repair to
this spot, hidden in bushes behind the Sports pavilion, remove her knickers,
hitch up her skirt, spread her legs and play with her clit for as long as
she could before bringing herself off.  She always tried to be quiet, as
there was just the chance that someone else would wander that way, although
she thought it unlikely. But she did not always manage to control herself,
particularly if the orgasm was especially strong.

On one such occasion she was sure she heard a rustling sound in the bushes.
She was far too close to her orgasm to do anything about it, but she did
hurriedly re-arrange her clothes and picked up her book, pretending to read.
  Yes!  She was sure that there was someone there!  She carried on reading,
but casting a wary eye around, and then she saw him!  It was a boy in Year
9, she didn't know his name, and he was wanking his cock for all he was
worth.  He had obviously seen her!

Kate wasn't about to share her body with anyone just yet, and certainly not
a weedy little Year 9 boy.  Now Paul in the First Year Sixth - that would be
a different matter!  However, she was fascinated by the boy's antics, and
she watched until he grunted a few times and his cock began to wilt.  She
decided to play a little game with him for her own amusement.

The next time she fancied a leisurely wank, she made quite a show of her
departure to her secret spot, and she noticed that he was following her -- at
a discrete distance.  Once in her hidden spot she removed her knickers and
arranged herself so that she knew he would have a good view.  She spread her
legs wide, and made a great thing of pulling the lips of cunt wide open,
running her finger all along the slit from the base right up to her clit.
She made several erotic noises, watching him through half closed eyes.  She
saw him unzip his trousers and get out his little cock, which was stiff, and
start to rub it up and down.  Although it was sheer hell for her to do it,
she suddenly stopped pleasuring herself, rearranged her clothes and began to
return to the open field.  She noticed the way in which he scrambled to
cover himself before she passed the spot where he was hiding!

This continued for several days. Kate would wank in such a way that he could
see her, and she would watch his face and his cock for its reaction.  She
had found out his name -- it was Matthew -- and she enjoyed teasing him.  She
noticed that, around school, he always tried to be near to where she was,
and he looked at her in a wistful way with his large brown eyes.  She would
make pleasant conversation with him occasionally, and she noticed that his
trousers seemed to bulge!

One day, hidden in the bushes, she noticed that there were two of them!
Matthew had brought his friend Bill along to watch!  Kate put on a superb
show for them, running her hands over her thighs and stomach, peeling the
lips of her cunt wide open, and making a lot of noise.  So did they as they
wanked, and this was the undoing of all of them!

Unbeknown to any of them, the Headmaster had been patrolling the fields on
this nice, warm, sunny day and had been attracted by the rustling and the
noises the boys were making.  Wondering what mischief could be going on,
although never for one moment suspecting what it was that he finally saw, he
crept into the bushes.  So engrossed were the three pupils, none of them
heard him.  Mr. Rawlinson stood and watched as Kate came with a satisfied
sigh and the boys shot small amounts of spunk onto the grass.  At this
point, they turned and saw him, although Kate was still unaware of the
presence of a fourth person.  Their faces turned bright red, and they
fumbled to put away their rapidly wilting cocks.

"My office -- now!" hissed the Headmaster, and the two boys scrambled through
the bushes back onto the playing field.  The Head waited.  Kate had heard
the commotion the boys had made in their attempts to escape the gaze of the
Headmaster, although she did not know why they had made so hasty a
departure, so she had discretely put back her knickers and was lying
reading, trying to look as though nothing had happened.  The Head waited.
After a few minutes, Kate rose, collected her things and returned through
the bushes to the field -- running straight into Mr. Rawlinson!

"Good afternoon, Kate," he said, "And what have you been up to?"

Kate blushed a deep red.

"Just reading, Sir," she stammered, "I like to find some privacy."

"So I see," he continued, "I think we had better discuss this in my office,
don't you?  You'll find Matthew Jones and Bill Lowe already there."

"He must have seen!" thought Kate.  Her face was burning with embarrassment,
so she did not notice the large bulge in the Head's trousers!

The three pupils stood in silence outside the Head's office, none of them
able to look each other in the eye.  They were kept waiting there for what
seemed an eternity, each shifting from foot to foot with embarrassment and
fear -- fear at what would happen to them when they were finally admitted to
the Head's presence.

Eventually, Kate was summonsed inside.

"Well?" Asked the Head.

Kate stared at the floor.  Several minutes passed.

"I asked you a question, Kate.  If you are not prepared to answer it and
explain yourself, then there is nothing more to discuss.  I shall telephone
your mother and instruct her to collect you at once.  You will be expelled."

"No!  Please! No!" begged Kate.

"I don't see that I have any option.  You refuse to talk to me about what
was going on. If you wish to postpone my telephone call, you must tell me
exactly what you were doing."

Kate continued to stare at the floor and she went a bright crimson.  There
was a long pause, but eventually she stammered:  "I--I do that to myself
sometimes, and I knew they were watching me, so I was enjoying teasing them.
I could see what they were doing and it ... it just made me feel good."

"I see," replied Mr. Rawlinson, "but I still don't see that I have any
option but to expel you.  Behaviour like that would get this school a bad
reputation and this school is my love and my life."

"Please," begged Kate, "please don't expel me.  I'll do anything, but please
don't send, me away.  I have settled in here so well, and I love it here. I
have been better, haven't I, sir?  This year has been so much better, hasn't
it?"

"True," replied Mr. Rawlinson, "but don't you see my problem?"

"Yes, sir, but please, please don't send me away.  I'll do ANYTHING you want
-- you can cane me if you like, anything," cried Kate.

A long silence followed, and Mr. Rawlinson's deep blue eyes stared at Kate.

"No," said Mr. Rawlinson, "I shan't cane you, although it is important that
they think I have.  Over that chair, and cry out when the cane lands.
Remain outside my door while I deal with the boys, but leave as soon as I
have finished with them. Then say nothing to anyone, but report to me
tomorrow evening during Prep.  Come to my house.  Understand me?"

"Yes, sir," whispered Kate, and she positioned herself over the back of the
chair as she had so often over the last year.  The cane whistled through the
air three times, landing with a loud THWACK on the back of the other chair.
Each time, Kate let out a loud "OOOWWW!"

Kate left the Head's study, and stood outside.  She did not look at the
boys, but rubbed her bottom and wriggled uncomfortably.  The boys were
summonsed in, and they entered looking very worried.

The Head questioned them; it took some effort for him to get the full story
out of them, but with threats of expulsion they eventually told him. Matthew
had caught Kate playing with herself and, after a couple of times, had
invited Bill along to watch.  It had turned them on and they had wanked.
The Head explained that he really ought to expel them, but that as he
realized that Kate had been at the greater fault he would not do so.

"However," he continued, "if you breath a word of this to anyone, I shall
expel you and say that you made up the story about Kate.  Do I make myself
absolutely clear?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir!" they chorused together.

"Right! Touch your toes, both of you!"

The boys did so and the Head gave them six of the hardest strokes they had
ever had.  They both howled and sobbed, and by the sixth stroke they were
ready to collapse.

Outside, Kate heard the sound of the cane landing, and the wails of the
boys, and she shuddered.  She also felt a strange excitement, and wished
that she could have seen their punishment!  She heard the Head tell the boys
to stand up, and she fled before they came out of the room.

The next night, Kate informed the Duty Teacher that she was excused Prep, as
she had to see the Head.  The Headmaster of St. Margaret's was provided with
a house.  It stood some sixty yards from the main school buildings, and was
surrounded by trees.  It was an impressive house -- it would have suited a
large family, which it had held in the past.  Mr. Rawlinson was the first
single Head, having been widowed some fifteen years earlier. As Kate made
her way up the drive, her stomach churned.  What was Mr. Rawlinson going to
do?  She was very nervous as, promptly at seven o'clock, she rang the bell
of the Head's house.

After what seemed to Kate like an eternity, the Head opened the door and
ushered her into his study.  It was furnished in a style not unlike his
office in the school -- heavy, dark, old-fashioned wood and leather
furniture.  There were thick carpets on the floor, and the bookcases were
crammed with books.  The huge walnut desk was neat and tidy, piles of neatly
stacked papers, writing equipment, telephone etc. all carefully arranged.
It was clear the James Rawlinson was a tidy, even fastidious, person.

"Sit down, Kate," he said pointing to a hardback chair placed in front of
the desk.  He settled himself into the large, leather swivel chair behind
the desk, and considered the girl sitting in front of him.  Kate shifted
nervously in the chair, her eyes averted from his gaze.

At last he spoke, in a quiet voice.

"So, Kate, you are prepared to do anything to avoid expulsion, is that
right?"

"Yes, sir," whispered Kate, her stomach knotted with fear.

"Have you been playing with yourself for long?"

Kate was too embarrassed to speak, but he urged her, saying,

"If you want to avoid expulsion, you will have to be perfectly honest with
me.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Well, answer my question."

"Ever since I was about eleven, sir."

"And now you are what, fifteen?"

"Almost, sir -- next month."

"Have you ever done things with anyone else or has anyone else ever done
anything to you?"

"No, sir, I just play with myself."

"Well, what you were doing today was most unkind.  You were teasing those
poor boys in a most cruel way.  I think the only punishment is for you to
discover just what it is like to be teased.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," murmured Kate.

"Very well, go over to that leather armchair, remove your shoes, and take up
the position that you do when you are being spanked in my office."

Kate went over to the huge, soft armchair, her knees trembling and small
droplets of perspiration began to dribble down her stomach.  She kicked off
her shoes and laid herself over the back of the chair, her body sinking into
the depth of the material.  She put her arms out to brace herself and her
long, black hair fell forward over her face.  She was incredibly nervous,
yet there was a sense of eager anticipation -- she remembered the orgasms she
had reached as the Head had spanked her, and felt that something similar
might happen now.
Mr. Rawlinson came round from his desk and knelt in front of the armchair.
He took Kate's wrists in his hands and began to wrap a silk scarf around
them.

She flinched and cried, "Oh, sir, do you have to? I promise I won't move!"

"Hush, child," he said, "Be silent and trust me.  Believe me, it is
necessary to do this, as you will soon see. You must trust me, Kate.  I
shall do nothing to hurt you, nor shall I do anything that you do not want --
you only have to say the word and I will stop.  But I think it is important
that you experience a real teasing so that you are aware of the effect it
can have on people."

He rose and walked round to the back of the chair.  Gently he lifted the
skirt and laid it on her back.  Then he put his hands into the waistband of
Kate's knickers and slowly eased them over the rich globes of her bottom.
He heard the intake of breath as he continued to draw them down the length
of Kate's legs, then he lifted first one foot then the other as he removed
them altogether.

He stood up, and placed himself to one side of the young girl.  His right
hand rested on her bottom and he began softly to stroke the fleshy mounds.

"If you knew how long I have wanted to do this, Kate," he said in that quiet
voice of his. "How often when I have spanked you I have wanted to feast my
eyes on your naked bottom.  Oh! I know how you have deliberately worn skimpy
underwear, pulled tight into the crease of your bottom in order to excite
yourself -- and me.  And it did, as you knew it would.  You have been teasing
me just as much as you were those boys. I also know that you used to cum
while I was spanking you -- I could tell from the change in the sounds you
were making.  Sometimes I deliberately used to stop before you came because
I enjoyed hearing the frustration in your squealing.   Well, now, at last, I
can enjoy the sight of this lovely bottom free from the tantalizing covering
of knickers.  And now I can tease you, but believe me, you know nothing of
teasing yet!"

Kate shivered as his hands continued to explore her bottom, and goose
pimples appeared all over her as her muscles clenched in anticipation.  Then
he began to spank her.  But it was a much different spanking from any he had
previously given her; the strokes were more measured, and, whilst they did
sting, they did not hurt as they usually did.  Between each stroke, Mr.
Rawlinson would pause to run his hands over her bottom, straying down to the
curve that lead to her cunt, although nowhere near it yet.  He kept this up
for ten minutes, during which time Kate's bottom took on a rosy hue.  But
more importantly, she felt the beginnings of desire and it was a much more
urgent desire than she had ever felt before.

At last he stopped, and he moved from beside Kate to a position between her
legs.  He began to massage her thighs -- slow, circular motions that she
found most enjoyable.  He eased her legs further apart, although she
willingly began to spread them for him anyway.  One hand was on the inside
of each thigh now and Kate was wriggling in anticipation as they worked they
way higher and higher to towards her cunt, which was already oozing copious
amounts of moisture.  She had never had anyone else's hands on her body, and
the feelings this was giving her were wonderful.

Just as she was sure that he would touch her, his hands left her thighs and
she made a little "Oooh!" in frustration.  Now his hands were back on her
bottom, her warm, throbbing bottom.  She felt his fingers tracing a line
down her crack, and she spread her legs wider to ease his access.  But he
just kept up the same light touch until she was wriggling and humping her
bottom in an attempt to get more pressure from his fingers.  He placed a
hand on each buttock and slowly parted her bottom.  The involuntary
clenching of her muscles made the puckered ring seem to wink at him; he
stretched her bottom a bit further apart so that the ring began to open; he
bent his head forward.  She let out a long "oooosh" as the tip of his tongue
touched the little hole; he kept his tongue just there, lightly lapping at
her ring, and her movements became more frantic.

Slowly he eased his tongue into the willing opening and began to rim her
deeply.  Once well inside her, he let go of her cheeks and his hands
returned to her thighs.  This time he let them wander up to her cunt, where
they traced lines along the outer lips.  God! Was she wet!  So he continued,
rimming her deeply and rubbing the sides of her cunt lips.

"Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh! Noooooo!" she wailed, as he suddenly
withdrew both his tongue and his hands. "Noooooo!"

"Time for a change of position, my dear," he said, "We can't have you coming
just yet.  That would not be a real teasing.  Must give you the chance to
come down from the edge!"

He stood up, and gently pulled her to her feet.  He unfastened her skirt,
and it slipped to her feet.  She stepped out of it as he led her round to
the front of the chair.  He unbuttoned the bottom three buttons of her
blouse, then pushed her gently back into the chair.

"Place your hands behind your head," he ordered, "When you put your head
back against the back of the chair, you will find it quite comfortable."

She did as he told her, her bound hands looping over her head and nestling
quite comfortably behind her neck.    He lifted each leg over an arm of the
chair, and, kneeling in front of her, he used his elbows to force her thighs
well apart.  His hands found her stomach, and he stroked the beautiful,
flat, tight flesh, gradually working his way back down though the lovely
forest of thick, black curls towards her cunt.

Kate was humping her body desperately, trying to get him to touch her
inflamed cunt.  At last his hands found the lips of her cunt once more and
began again that frustrating action of stroking the outer lips.  Juices
streamed from her, which just served to lubricate his sliding movement even
more.  His head came forward once more, and this time his tongue found her
distended clitoris.

"Oh! God! Yes" she cried.

James Rawlinson began a gentle, slow licking of just the tip of her clit,
whilst his hands continued their tantalizing motion on her lips.  Several
times he sensed that she was close, and just subtly changed his action to
prevent her coming.  At last her inhibitions went completely.  Throughout
the session a large part of her was, despite her position, still Kate
Johnson, a nearly fifteen-year-old schoolgirl in the presence of her
Headmaster.

Now she was a young woman who needed so desperately to be released from the
sexual frustration that she had been brought to by his well-practiced
technique.  Obviously, all her previous orgasms had been at her own hands,
and although she had found many ways to add pleasure to her masturbations,
she had experienced nothing like this.  He had found sensitive spots on her
body that she had never known existed.

"Oh! Please! Don't take it away from me again! Please! I can't stand it
anymore! Please, please let me come!" she cried, drumming her feet against
the side of the chair.

He kept up the same tantalizing movements with his tongue and his fingers,
but this time he maintained the pressure in the same place -- the tip of her
clit.  She was panting and urging her body towards his, and he knew that she
would come.

So did she!  Deep inside her, she knew that she was going to come, but it
was still tantalizingly out of reach!  Every nerve in her body, every sense
seemed to be concentrated on that one spot of her body!

"Oh! God! I'm going to come!" she wailed, "Oh! God! I'm going to come so
hard!  Oh! Yes! Oh! God! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh!
Yessssssss!"

And she came!  It was an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced before --
electric sparks seemed to burst from her clit, a thousand tiny explosions
seemed to fill her cunt and she came and came and came.  Juices poured from
her cunt, and, once the powerful part of her orgasm was over, he moved his
tongue from her now fast-becoming sensitive clit to lap the juices from her.
  He was practiced enough to know that she would need to be brought down
carefully after such a powerful orgasm, so he continued to lap gently along
the length of her slit without touching her clit again.

He released the pressure of his elbows on her thighs, and she immediately
squeezed her legs around his head.  She was panting and moaning, and crying,
but gradually her breathing returned to something approaching normal.  His
hands were stroking her gently -- over her stomach, along her thighs, through
the thick, black curls that covered her mons.

At last he stopped.  He stood up and untied the scarf around her wrists.
She was slumped in the chair with her eyes closed, but as soon as her hands
were released they went to her stomach and she explored her sex although, he
noticed, quite gently and avoiding her clit.  All the while she was
murmuring "So good, so good.  It feels so good!"

"You relax a minute," he said kindly, "I'll get you a drink."

When he returned some five minutes later, she was still in the same
position!  When she heard him approaching, she opened her eyes, and blushed
deeply!
He put the glass down on the desk and kissed her lightly on the top of her
head.

"You take you time, my dear," he said gently, "I'll leave you alone to
recover yourself.  There's a washroom over the corridor.  You can let
yourself out when you feel composed enough, and that is the end of the
matter."

Ten minutes later, he heard the front door close.  He looked up at the clock
-- five to eight -- she would just be in time for the end of Prep.


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It was three weeks after the night that Kate had been `punished' for her
misdeeds in the field.  It was the day before her fifteenth birthday.  At
the end of the History lesson she waited until all the other pupils had
gone.

"Yes, Kate?" enquired the Head.

"Please, Sir," she said, her eyes cast down to the floor, "you know when
you... when you... when you did what you did to me because of what happened on
the field ... with Matthew and Bill."

"Yes, Kate, I remember it well," he replied.

"Well, please Sir, will you... will you...will you do it again to me, Sir?" she
stammered, blushing a deep red, "Please."

"Do you really want me to, Kate?  Do you really want to go through that
experience again?" he asked.

"Oh! You don't know how much I want you to, Sir.  I have never had anyone
touch me before and I've never felt like that when I've come before.  It was
so... so... incredible."

"But you must know that what I did was totally illegal.  I could lose my job
and you your reputation if anyone found out."

"No one will find out," replied Kate, "Why would I want to tell anyone when
it gave me the most wonderful feelings I have ever experienced.  Please,
Sir!"

He paused, staring at her with those deep, blue eyes.

"Come to my house at Prep tomorrow.  That's your birthday, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir," said Kate, happily.

So it was that once again Kate approached the Head's home at 7 o'clock.  He
let her in, and led her to the study.  He ushered her into the armchair by
the fire and gave her a glass of lemonade, seating himself opposite her.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Kate?" he asked

She nodded.

"Very well.  Go and stand in front of the desk, remove your shoes and skirt,
and unbutton your blouse."

Kate did as she had been instructed and she waited.  She could feel his eyes
on her back, exploring her body.  She heard him rise and approach her,
sensed him directly behind her.  She jumped as she felt his hands on her
neck, then shivered as he drew the blouse off her shoulders and let it slip
to the floor.  His hands gently explored the pale flesh, stroking and
kneading, tracing patterns all over her back.  Goose pimples erupted all
over her, and she felt the desire building up inside her.

His hands came to rest on the strap of her bra.  She felt his hands expertly
undo the clip, then work their way round under her arms, gently stroking the
flesh, yet agonizingly not yet touching her breasts. Soft "ooosh"es escaped
from her lips and she shivered again.  His lips lightly kissed her neck and
at last she felt his hands slip under her loose bra to engulf her breasts,
and she threw her head back further with a loud, long "Aaaaagh."  This
thrust her tits out further, young tits that needed no support.  His hands
explored them, kneaded them and played with the nipples, which were now
stiff.  She sighed and arched her back more to push them into his exploring
hands.

He continued to nibble the back of her neck while playing with her tits; he
had taken the nipples in his fingers and was stretching them away from her
body, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her. After a while he noticed her
hands creeping across her stomach towards her panties.

"Oh! No you don't, young lady," he whispered, "You have to wait for that yet
a while."  He took her hands in his and placed them on the desk.  Then he
ran his hands up her arms, across her breasts and down her stomach, where he
took hold of her hips and gently eased her backwards so that she could only
retain her balance by keeping her hands on the desk.  His own hands traced
down the back of her left leg until they reached the top of her sock; he
peeled it down over her calf until it rested on her ankle. He gently lifted
her leg and removed the sock, and then worked his hands back up her leg,
with his tongue following, until he reached the top of her thigh, then he
transferred to the right leg, worked his way down to the sock, where he
repeated the process.

He gently parted her legs until they were spread quite wide and then, with a
hand on each leg he began once more to work his way up to the very tops of
her thighs.  Here he played for some time with the piece of flesh that is
just inside the crotch of a woman, yet is not actually her cunt.  She
wriggled and thrust her bottom out to try to get his hands to move to the
spot that she craved him to touch but he adjusted to her every movement.

At last he moved them to her knickers, which were already soaked.  He began
a tantalizing sawing motion up and down the crease of her panties.  The more
he did this, the wetter she became and the lips of her pussy opened wider,
engulfing more and more of the material.  Meanwhile his tongue had begun to
trace a similar pattern along the crease of her bottom, and here, too, the
material began to bury itself in her crack.

"I can't stand this!" she cried, "Please touch my cunt!  Please lick me!
Please let me come!"

He said nothing but stopped his maddening movements, which produced a yelp
of frustration from Kate.  He put his fingers into the waist of her knickers
and drew them down as far as they would go -- which was not very far in view
of the width that she had spread her own legs in her desperate attempt to
force him to touch her flesh rather than her panties.

As he had done the first time he had teased her, he then parted the cheeks
of her bottom and ran his tongue along the length of her bottom, wriggling
it as he passed over her puckered ring, and continuing down as far as he
could reach towards her cunt.  Her aroma was divine, and he longed to lap
her juices, but he had another plan for her orgasm this time.  He brought
his tongue up to her arsehole once more and buried it deep into her.  His
hands returned to her soaking cunt, his fingers stroking the length of her
puffy lips, but he avoided her clitoris.

She was panting now and muttering, urging, pleading with him to satisfy her
lust.  He placed his right middle finger at the entrance of her cunt and
began to move it just gently along the inner lips of her dripping pussy.
His tongue remained in her bottom while his left hand found her clit and he
began to strum it ever so lightly.

"Oh! God! I'm so close! I'm so close! Do it! Do it! Oh please do it!!!" she
begged, but he continued in the same way.  She began to pant, her breath
coming in short bursts, and she began to lower herself on to his finger.
Her knees began to bend, and he kept up the maddening movements but allowed
her to sink herself onto his finger, wriggling it to touch that sensitive
spot.

And then she lost it altogether! She was crying and moaning and saying all
manner of things about how wonderful she was feeling as she began to ride
his finger.  Up and down she went, taking the full length of his finger
inside her.  He kept up the movements on her clit and responded to her
downward thrusts on his finger.

"Oh! God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssss!" she screamed as her orgasm flooded
through her; she shuddered, her knees buckled and she sank to the floor as
she no longer had the strength to keep herself holding onto the desk.  His
finger stayed inside, gently reaming her cunt, as she crumpled to the floor
in a heap, moaning and wriggling, his other hand leaving her clit and
roaming over her stomach and her pubic hair.

"Happy birthday, Kate!" he whispered.


Chapter Three

Kate in Year 11


If Year 10 had been a good year for Kate, Year 11 was brilliant!  It began
during the summer holidays, when a letter arrived for her mother from Mr.
Rawlinson.  After her `birthday treat', Kate had asked Mr. Rawlinson several
times if they could repeat what had happened, but he had been most
reluctant.  He pointed out that, now that they needed the privacy of his
house rather than his office, which they had used when he was mentoring, and
spanking!, her, they both had to be more careful.  It would look very odd,
he pointed out, for her to be visiting his house so frequently; people would
begin to make accusations, which he could not risk, but he promised to think
about how they could overcome this problem.

So Kate had been thwarted in her desire to experience once again the
delightful frustrations of a prolonged teasing.  She continued to pleasure
herself whenever she could find the privacy, and the images in her mind as
she brought herself as slowly as she could to the brink of orgasm were
always of those two wonderful sessions she had had with Mr. Rawlinson.  She
had added playing with her bottom to her ways of arousing herself, and she
learnt a little more about how to keep the orgasm hovering in the background
for a little longer, but it was never possible for very long, as her desire
always overtook her determination to make herself wait.

Mr. Rawlinson's letter was very complimentary.  He said he wanted to
reinforce what had been in Kate's end of year report, and to say how pleased
he was about her much improved performance, both in terms of her behaviour
and her academic progress.  He went on to say that he found her a real
pleasure to teach History to, as she seemed to have a special talent and
interest in the subject.  He was writing, he said, to ask her mother's
permission to give Kate extras lessons in this subject, because he thought
she could do really well with some extra coaching.  He needed Mrs. Johnson's
permission, he said, because he would only be able to fit these extra
lessons in during the evenings, and it would be more convenient for him if
they could sometimes take place in his house, rather than the school.  He
was sure she could see the need for him to have her permission.

Kate's mother was delighted that at last her rebellious daughter seemed to
have matured enough to be so highly thought of by the school.  She wrote
back to Mr. Rawlinson in these terms and thanked him for all he had done for
Kate; she said she was very happy for him to teach Kate privately, and gave
her permission for these lessons to take place at any reasonable time and in
any place that was most convenient for Mr. Rawlinson.

The day that she travelled down to Devon for the start of the term was an
exciting one for Kate.  It was the first time she had been allowed to travel
on her own, and her mother had put her on the train at Paddington at 10.45.
She had been delighted to see several of her friends on the train, and her
journey down to Devon was most enjoyable.  It was also tinged with
excitement!  She had guessed why Mr. Rawlinson had written to her mother in
those terms, and she was looking forward to another fulfilling session with
him.

It was not until the first weekend of term that Mr. Rawlinson sent for her.
She went to his office and he explained to her what he had written to her
mother, and why, and asked if she was still as willing as she had been last
term to submit herself to him.  She said that she was, and that she had
waited since her birthday some four months ago to experience once more that
delightful frustration and eventual orgasm.

"Very well," he said, "your first extra lesson will be tonight at 7
o'clock."

Kate hurried away as excited as she could ever remember being in recent
years.  At last!  She was going to experience a wonderful orgasm the like of
which she had not been able to have since her fifteenth birthday in May!
All the orgasms she had given herself in between were nothing compared to
this, she knew.  Being the weekend, she was able to dress in non-school
uniform.  She chose a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans -- not too tight, she
thought, as this would look odd on a visit to the Head.  Underneath the
jeans she wore a pair of very flimsy white lacy panties; so skimpy were they
that masses of her thick, black pubic curls peeped out from both sides.

"Ah! Kate," said Mr. Rawlinson when he opened the door.  "Come in, come in."

He showed her into his study, and she sat down in one of the armchairs by
the fire, which was not lit.  Mr. Rawlinson joined her, bringing her a glass
of Coke and a drink for himself.

"Now, Kate," he said, as he settled himself opposite her, "Are you sure you
want to go on with this?"

"You know I do, Sir." She replied, "I cannot get the memory of the two
wonderful orgasms you gave me out of my mind."

"Well," he continued, "you know my liking for having you helpless whilst I
tease you.  I was not able to do that satisfactorily on our two previous
occasions, so I have made a few alterations to the smallest bedroom
upstairs.  It is at the top of the stairs, and along the corridor -- the
third door on the right.  I want you to go up there and have a look.  If
what you see frightens you, return here and we will have a History lesson.
If not, then, undress completely, fold your clothes neatly on the chair
behind the door, and stand facing away from the door and wait for me."

Kate went up stairs slowly, intrigued, and not a little scared, about what
she might find in the room.  She opened the door and entered.  In the middle
of the room was a couch, rather like Matron's sick bed.  On a small table
next to the bed lay some leather cuffs and some lengths of rope.  Looking
up, Kate saw several hooks in the ceiling, and there were more on the walls.
  Nervously, Kate removed her clothes.  She had been naked in front of the
Headmaster before, but on that occasion she had been very aroused before he
had started to strip her.  It felt so strange to be taking her clothes off
before he arrived; she was also a little disappointed that he would not see
the sexy knickers she had put on especially for him.

She stood there, naked, waiting.  It seemed like ages before she heard him
enter the room and close the door.

"Now, my dear," he said quietly,"now I shall be able to have you truly at my
mercy.  Turn round and lie on your back on the couch."

Kate did as she was bidden.  For a second, the couch was cold and she jumped
as her warm flesh met it, but she lay back.  Mr. Rawlinson approached the
couch and picked up one of the leather cuffs.  He fixed it to her left
wrist, and then he placed her arm down over the edge of the couch and
fastened a short rope through the ring on the cuff and tied it tightly to
the support of the couch.  He came round to the other side and did the same
to her right wrist.  His hands wandered over her breasts, which were now
probably 34" but still only a `B' cup.  They stood proudly like two cones on
a pure white cloth, and the nipples stood erect and very sensitive.  His
hands travelled down across her stomach, and she moaned and reached up with
her hips to encourage his onwards course towards her cunt.  But he stroked
instead down her thighs, moving round as he did so to place himself in
between her legs.  She spread them eagerly for him, but he just chuckled.

"Don't worry about doing that, my dear," he murmured, "I shall soon have
them as wide as I want."  So saying, he fitted another cuff to her left
ankle and one to her right.  He threaded rope through the eyelets and then
he stood on a chair and passed the ropes through two of the hooks in the
ceiling.  He then slowly drew in the slack of the first rope, and Kate felt
her left leg being raised up and pulled outwards towards the side wall.
James Rawlinson tied it tightly to one of the hooks in the wall, and then
repeated the process with her right leg.

Kate felt more exposed than she had ever believed was possible!  Her legs
were spread as wide as they could be; it wasn't painful, but it was not far
short of it.  She felt so naked! So vulnerable!  But also so aroused!!

"Now, you see, what I meant when I said I liked to have you truly at my
mercy.  I can now play with so much more easily than I could on either of
our two previous occasions."

So saying, he began to run his fingers in delicate patterns down the inside
of her thighs, over her stomach, down the back of her legs to her bottom.
Kate was already soaking wet.  She lifted her bottom off the couch in an
attempt to get his fingers nearer to her, but of course she couldn't.  She
was already desperate to come.  On the two previous occasions that he had
played with her, James Rawlinson had deliberately avoided her cunt and her
clitoris for ages; now, however, after a short while of the teasing actions,
he did allow his fingers to brush her cunt.  The effect of stretching her
legs wide apart had also seemed to open her cunt lips; in their soaked
condition it was easy for him to slip one of his fingers into her warm, wet
channel.  She gave a loud "Oooosh!" as he did so, arching her back to take
him, but he immediately withdrew his finger, to her intense frustration.  He
repeated this several times, until she was pleading with him to bury his
fingers into her.

His other hand had been playing with her bottom, just scratching lightly at
the entrance to her puckered ring.  He now took his finger, soaked with her
juices, and introduced it to her bottom.  She sensed what he was about to
do; deep inside her head there was a moment of panic -- what would it be
like? Would it hurt? -- but also a desperate need to find out!  He used his
left hand to pull one cheek of her arse wide to assist the probing finger,
and then he pushed.  The erotic feeling was intense!  She could feel her
arse giving in to the pressure and it felt so good!  The sphincter of her
arse gave way and the finger began to enter her.  God! It felt so good!  He
pushed gently until he was buried in her to the full extent of his finger.

He bent forward and began to lick her cunt, whilst his finger began a steady
movement in and out of her arse.  His tongue found her clit, and a finger of
his other hand entered her cunt.  She was close, and they both knew it!  She
was panting and threshing about as much as her bonds would let her; she used
the support that her tightly and widely spread legs gave her to push herself
against his invading fingers, and he kept up the steady rhythm of both of
them.  She could feel his finger in her arse, which almost seemed to be
rubbing against the one in her cunt.  He strung her out like this for some
fifteen minutes until her body was soaked in sweat, and she was begging him
to let her come. And then he did and she was coming!  Such a powerful
orgasm!  So wonderful!   She was sobbing and begging him not to stop and
thanking him, all in one breathless rush, wriggling and straining against
her bonds.

He slowed the rhythm of his fingers and tongue to match her movements,
carefully aware of how sensitive he knew her clit would be.  At last she
stopped gasping, and he slowly withdrew his fingers from her holes.

"Oh! That was so beautiful!" she whispered, "So good!  Thank you, Sir!"

"My pleasure, my dear," he replied, "My pleasure indeed.  He continued to
stroke her lightly, letting his hands roam over her body, but avoiding her
now very sensitive cunt.

"Sir," she whispered, "Doesn't doing that to me make you feel sexy?"

"Of course it does," he replied.

"Well, what do you do about it?" she asked.

"On both the previous occasions I have had to do what Matthew and Bill did.
As soon as you went, I gave myself an orgasm.  Indeed, I did it a few times
last year when I had seen you coming under my spanking."

"Can....can I do it for you?" she stammered.

"Do you really want to?" he enquired.

"Yes, please," she responded.

He released the ropes holding her legs and gently lowered them down to the
couch.  He then untied each of her wrists and helped her to sit up.  She
slid her legs round over the side of the couch, and reached for the bulge
she could see, straining to be released.

"Have you ever seen a cock at close hand, Kate?" he asked.

"No, Sir, only Matthew and Bill's but that was never really very easy to see
because they were hidden and I wasn't supposed to be watching them."

He undid the buckle of his belt, and the button of his trousers.  He pushed
his trousers and pants down to his thighs, and his cock sprang free.  Kate
gave a little gasp at its sudden movement.  He had a nice cock, not that she
had any real experience to compare it with.  It was probably eight inches
long, and moderately thick -- it was not a monster prick the like of which
always seem to be possessed by those men who appear in sex magazines.  It
was circumcised, and the head was covered with thin moisture, which oozed
from the end.

Kate took it nervously in her hand.  It felt very hard and warm, and it
twitched in her hand.  She knew that she should rub it up and down, but she
felt unsure of herself.

"What....what do you want me to do, Sir?" she asked.

"Just hold my balls in one hand and gently rub my cock with the other," he
said, "You've seen a cock come before, haven't you?"

She continued to rub it up and down gently

"Yes," she replied, "but not close to.  Spunk will shoot out, won't it?"

"Yes," he said, "and pretty soon! Just keep doing that, there's a good
girl."

She did as she was bid, and very soon she felt him tense, and the cock in
her hand began to pulse.  He gave a loud moan and a jet of thick spunk shot
out of the end of his cock and splattered all over Kate's tits.  She
flinched, for the force of it surprised her, but she continued to rub it.
Again and again the cock jerked in her hand, and more spunk shot out in
bursts; it hit her on the breasts and the shoulder and dribbled down between
her tits.  It felt warm and sticky.  She felt pleased that she had made him
feel good because he had made her feel so, so good himself.

"Thank you, Kate," he panted, as his cock wilted rapidly in her hands.  This
surprised her, as she hadn't realised how quickly it would go soft.  He put
his hands onto her tits and rubbed the spunk all over them, and she felt
good, so very good.


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And so throughout that Christmas term, Kate's sexual education was
completed....well, almost!  She experienced so many wonderful orgasms, and in
so many different ways.  On one occasion, she was tied to the couch face
down, with her legs over the end and stretched wide, fastened underneath the
couch, whilst her arms were pulled taught over her head.  He had spanked her
hard on that occasion, and she had yelped with the pain.  When he had
finished, he finger-fucked her arse and her cunt hard, although not
hurtfully, with no foreplay or teasing.  She hadn't minded, because the
spanking had given her a desperate need for a quick orgasm, and there was a
certain pleasure in the rough treatment. She came powerfully, crying out
with the pleasure that coursed through her body

But usually, she was on her back, with her legs stretched wide apart;
sometimes they were raised up and out, other times they were attached to
hooks in the wall at a level to the couch, so that her legs were just pulled
sideways.  Always he teased her, sometimes for so long that she was weak
with the strain of waiting for an orgasm, but always she was rewarded with
such a powerful orgasm that the agony of waiting was worth it.  He often
spanked her, usually seated on the couch with her over his knee, something
she had not experienced before, but which she very erotic, especially when
his hands strayed between her legs. And then he would suck her, finger her,
finger-fuck her arse, lick her arse -- do so many, many wonderful things to
her that she always left fully sated and exhausted.

James was always naked at their sessions now, and he always came himself,
shooting his spunk over various parts of her body.  She grew to like the
feel of its hot, stickiness, and she improved her technique when playing
with it.  Indeed on those occasions when he brought on his own orgasm, she
felt cheated.  He particularly liked to stand between her outstretched legs
and wank over her naked body, the spunk splattering her stomach and
trickling down towards the dark forest of her pubic hair.  For him it was
also a dilemma -- he loved to see his spunk shoot over her helpless body, but
he also liked to feel her hands stroking him and bringing him to orgasm --
her technique had improved greatly, and she was now something of an expert
at bringing him slowly to the edge but holding it back for him, so that he,
too, felt the frustration of having to wait for his cum.

It was their last session before the Christmas holiday.  James had Kate
strung up in a way that she had never experienced before; her legs were not
spread wide but had been folded back together over her head, with a pair of
ankle cuffs attached and the rope from them secured at the head of the
couch.  It was a little uncomfortable, but only mildly so -- her breasts were
somewhat squashed by her knees and just occasionally it was a little
difficult to breath.   It had its compensations, however.  Firstly, her arse
was much more exposed than normal, being lifted well off the couch.  This
had enabled James to give it a very thorough licking and fingering, and Kate
was extremely frustrated by the erotic feelings he had invoked in her.

This was added to by the second feature of the position.  The effect of
drawing her legs over her head meant that her thighs were squeezed together;
this, in turn, compressed her cunt lips, and they seemed to be puffy and
more sensitive.  With all her wriggling, as far as she was able to wriggle,
being tightly restrained, caused by James's attention to her arse, she found
that the squeezing effect on her cunt meant she could almost bring herself
to orgasm but lacked the ability to apply that final pressure that would
achieve this aim.  So far James had completely ignored her cunt, which was
unusual but highly frustrating to Kate.  She was begging and pleading with
him to satisfy her lust, but he steadfastly refused to do so.

At last he decided it was time to bring her off, but even this was in a new
and highly erotic way. He stripped himself naked, and she could see that his
prick was especially hard, drops of pre-cum glistening on the head.  He
approached the couch and used his cock as the means of stimulating her clit,
which was very prominent between her squeezed lips.  He used a slow, light
sawing motion the full length of her cunt, fucking her thighs, in effect,
and at the same time having an electric effect on her clitoris.  As she had
often done before, Kate lost it completely.  She was so close to coming, yet
tantalizingly far away!

"Oh! God!" she cried, "Please fuck me!  Shove your cock inside me and let me
feel you in me! Oh! Please! Oh! Please! Oh! Please!" she wailed.

James did not alter his strokes, but he bore down just a little harder so
that, as he fucked her thighs so the pressure on her clit was increased.  He
placed his hands on her cheeks and gripped her hard, and he drove across her
cunt lips, his balls slapping against her bottom. They came together!  His
spunk shot across her stomach -- indeed the first explosion was so fierce
that it hit her tits -- and there seemed to be so much of it.  She hardly
noticed!  The feelings inside her were indescribable!  Her cunt was filled
with a thousand electric sparks that danced up and down on her engorged
clitoris; she was panting, sobbing, mumbling about how good it was, whilst
James was stroking her and helping her to come down from her high, although
he was finding it difficult himself to stand.

As he gently untied her she said, "Why wouldn't you fuck me, sir?  I needed
it so badly, and I want to feel your cock inside me."

"But you are not sixteen, Kate," he replied softly, "and strange though it
may seem after what we do with each other, I don't think that a girl's
virginity should be taken away before she is legally old enough to choose."

"I have chosen, sir," Kate said, "I want to have proper sex."

"No, Kate," the Headmaster continued, "You must wait.  We will have lots of
fun before then, but you must wait.  It will be worth it, I assure you, and
the restraint will be good for us both.  But when you are sixteen, if you
want me to fuck you, I will -- I will even be your first if that is what you
want"


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The Spring Term saw three interesting developments in Kate's sexual
experiences.  The first awaited her on the first weekend of the term.  She
went to the Head's house as usual for her `history lesson', and soon she was
once again in that familiar position that she loved so much -- spread-eagled
on the couch, exposed and ready for James to explore her body yet again.  It
began much as it usually did, and she was getting quite randy after three
weeks of only her own fingers to pleasure her body.

James was paying particular attention to her bottom, and had prised her
cheeks as wide as he could before probing her with his tongue.  Suddenly she
heard a buzzing sound and the next moment she screamed in pleasure as she
felt a cool metal tip vibrating against her ring; she had had many
indescribable feelings at James' hands, but here was yet another new and
totally shattering one!  She wanted it insider her and she tried desperately
to push her body down onto it.  James denied her this for a moment or two
but then allowed it to force open her bottom -- it was fatter than his finger
and took just a little time to make that first inch.

As he slowly eased the vibrator inwards -- always much slower than she wanted
- her whole bottom seemed to throb, and her insides were filled with
sensations she could neither describe nor understand.  All she did know was
that this made her bottom feel wonderfully erotic.  James kept up the slow
thrusting motions of the vibrator, and Kate began to think that she would
come just from having this wonderful thing inside her bottom, yet her orgasm
was still tantalizingly out of reach.

She nearly fainted when the second vibrator touched her clit!   She
immediately began to come with the most powerful orgasm she had ever had,
and it lasted for what seemed to be an eternity.  Stars exploded inside her
head and her cunt felt on fire as the insistent buzzing on her clit and the
driving sensation of the vibrator in her bottom combined to release all the
sexual tensions that she had built up over the Christmas holiday.  It was
some considerable time before her breathing return to normal!

The experience had made her quite weak, and she lay still for ages after
James had released her.  He was standing by her head, stroking her hair with
one hand and his bursting cock with the other.  At last she turned to him.

"How do you make things so wonderful?" she asked.  "Let me do something
wonderful for you now."

She reached out and took his cock in her hand and began to play with it
slowly.  She then bent her head forward and nervously put her lips to the
tip of his pulsing cock.

"You don't have to do that, Kate," he said, but she ignored him and slowly
drew his cock into her mouth.  She had often thought about sucking him off,
as she had seen pictures in her pornographic magazines, but had always been
nervous about trying it -- she was only fifteen.  But he had made her feel so
good that she wanted to do something special to repay him.  She was very
unsure about what to do next, but then she didn't have to think about it for
long.  The combination of seeing her so excited and having his cock in her
small, warm mouth was too much for James.  His cock tensed and he tried to
pull it out of her mouth before he came, but she knew what was going to
happen and, without thinking, felt she must let him come in her mouth, so
she held him in her.

The force and amount of the spunk he shot did take her by surprise and so
did the taste.  But she resisted the urge to push his cock away and she felt
the hot jets hit the back of her throat.  A lot of his spunk escaped from
her lips to dribble down her chin, but she also, perforce, swallowed a fair
amount.  She later admitted that it had actually tasted quite nice!

During the remainder of that term Kate developed her technique, so that by
the end of it a neutral observer would have said that she gave an extremely
good suck -- James certainly thought so.  For his part, he showed Kate just
what the vibrators could do, both in her arse and up her cunt.  He said to
her that she was, in effect, being fucked, as she desperately craved, for
his vibrators were the size of a reasonably average cock.  She learnt to
appreciate just how many spots there were inside her that could respond to
stimulation, and her orgasms seemed more powerful.

The third new experience of the term happened a few days after her first
session with the Headmaster.  Paul Rushden asked her for a date!  In a
boarding school that didn't actually mean going out, as there were very few
times when pupils were allowed off the school site, and anyway there wasn't
very much to do in the village.  But she was so excited that he had asked
her, as she had fancied him from Year 9.

Their first kiss was magic for Kate.  She and James seldom kissed in the way
that lovers do, so it was quite an experience for Kate.  She felt goose
pimples all over as she tentatively responded to Paul's probing tongue, and
soon they were involved in long kisses.  And it wasn't long before he
started to feel her breasts and run his hand up her leg.  She resisted for
the first couple of dates, as she did not want him to think that she was
easy -- that was the quickest way to get a very bad reputation.  However, she
did want to let him explore her body, and he was eager to do so, so it
wasn't long before she gave in.  She was privately amused at his fumbling
attempts, and throughout their relationship until he left in the summer
term, she had very few real orgasms at his hands.

And, of course, like most boys he was actually far more interested in his
own orgasm than her pleasure.  She enjoyed discovering his cock; it was
smaller than James' and not as thick, but it did get very hard.  He could
not know how lucky he was; he always thought what brilliant orgasms she gave
him, but could never know that this was because, unlike the other girls he
had had in the school, Kate actually knew how to play with a cock and to
tease his balls and keep him just on the edge before she allowed him to
shoot.  And, again unlike the other girls, she enjoyed the feel of the spunk
hitting her breasts, and this added to his enjoyment.  What she did
discover, to her pleasure, was that he could come more than once -- and quite
quickly.  She therefore had great fun working him up to a second, much more
prolonged orgasm, something that the other girls had never been bothered to
find out.  Just as for Paul the main object had always been to have an
orgasm, so for most girls of his age the main object was to give him one so
that he would stop pestering them!  But this was all she did for him.  She
never volunteered to suck him and she refused his pleas to let him fuck her,
saying that she intended to wait until her sixteenth birthday before losing
her virginity.


Her birthday fell on a Sunday.  This was actually a very good thing for a
number of reasons.  Firstly, there were no lessons!  Secondly, there was no
point in going out of school as there was nothing to do on Sunday.  And
thirdly, it was her extra history lesson!

In the afternoon she and Paul went for a walk.  He was cricket captain, so
he had the keys to the pavilion, and that was where he took her.  He gave
her her birthday present, which was a lovely pendant and chain.  She thanked
him and they embraced; he kissed her deeply and immediately his hands
started to roam all over her body.  She didn't mind -- there meetings always
ended up like this but she was a randy thing so it never upset her -- she
wanted Paul for the same reasons that he wanted her.  Being able to use the
pavilion was nice -- they usually had to have their sex with the minimum of
clothes removed, but on this occasion she was very quickly almost naked and
so was he.  They were both soon panting with excitement, and Paul reached
over to his jacket and took out a condom.

"No! Paul" she said.

"But you are 16 now," he replied, "You said you wanted to wait until then."

"Yes, but I am not ready just yet", she said.

He tried to press her, but she would not be moved.  However, she leant over
his naked body and slowly drew his cock into her mouth.  She gave him the
best suck he had ever had; well, in fact the only suck he had ever had!  She
rolled her tongue around the knob of his cock and she drew his cock the full
length into her mouth and she used her neck muscles to tighten the grip on
him whilst she fondled his balls in her hand.  He came very quickly! And he
came a lot!  She took it all and swallowed every drop.  It certainly seemed
to make up for his disappointment about not fucking her, but then she was
pretty sure that it was the power of his orgasm that ultimately mattered to
him, not how or where it was achieved.  What made it even better for him was
that as his orgasm subsided, she kept sucking and rolling her tongue around
his cock, which was threatening to wilt.  He tried to sit up but she gently
pushed him back down and continued to suck.  This is what she liked about
Paul -- she was able to arouse him almost at will, and within moments his
cock was stiffening again and she sucked on until he came yet again.  He
flopped back absolutely exhausted.  Kate licked her lips -- she liked the
taste of Paul's spunk!  She smiled at him, got dressed and left -- it looked
like he would need some time to recover!!


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As soon as afternoon tea was over, Kate went to Matron and asked if she
could have a shower.

"It's my period, Matron," she said, "and I feel so uncomfortable."

Permission granted, she raced up to the dorm and stood under the shower,
enjoying the feeling of the hot jets tingling her body.  Refreshed, she
dressed in a set of brand new very skimpy lacy bra and panties -- white, of
course.  She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw; she ran
her hands over her body and they came to rest on the mound of dark hair
under the lacy panties. At last, she thought, I'm going to get fucked!  She
put on a blue T-shirt and a flared skirt, and hurried down to the school
grounds.

Several of her friends called out to her and asked her where she was going.

"I've got my History lesson," she called out to them.

"What!" they all chorused, "On your birthday! That bastard Rawlinson!"

"He doesn't know, does he?" she responded, "Nor would he care, I don't
suppose" And to herself she whispered "And anyway, actually he is going to
fuck me -- my very first fuck!"

James let her in to the house and showed her through to his study.  Strange,
she thought, we usually go straight up to the playroom, as they called it.
He sat her down in one of the heavy armchairs, the armchairs over which he
had given her that first orgasm all that time ago.  He gave her a drink and
settled himself down opposite her also with a glass.

"Well," he said softly, "You are sixteen now!"

"Yes," she replied, "I am."

"And do you still want me to take your virginity away from you? Give you a
fucking?  I shan't mind if you have second thoughts.  Maybe you want to keep
for that someone special.  I shall understand."

"You know I want it.  I've wanted it since September.  I want you to be the
first. Please!"

"Very well.  But I want it to be very special, so I have a few surprises for
you.  You must trust me, Kate."

"You know that I do, sir," whispered Kate, "Only please don't make me wait
any longer!"

"Right!  Stand up and hold out your arms!"

Kate did as she was told and James fastened a pair of wrist cuffs.  Then he
produced a blindfold, which he put over her eyes and fixed tightly behind
her head. She was surprised at how dark it was!

"Why?" she enquired nervously.

"Trust me," James replied softly.

He led her upstairs, gently guiding her along the familiar route to their
playroom.  Kate felt incredibly aroused; she could feel small drops of
perspiration trickling between her breasts, and the familiar urge between
her legs was growing more urgent by the second.  She heard the door close
quietly behind her, and then James was attaching a rope to her cuffs.  She
felt her arms being winched up above her head until she almost had to stand
on tiptoe.

James came up behind her and slowly unzipped her skirt, and it fell to the
floor.  On his command, she stepped out of it.  His hands wandered slowly
across her back then found their way round to the front, where he unbuttoned
her blouse -- one button at a time.  He pulled the blouse up so that it
rested on the top of her head.  Minutes passed.  At last she felt his hand
tracing patterns over her shoulders, and she shuddered; she felt him reach
for the clasp of her bra and then it was undone.  She gasped when his hands
finally slid under the bra to fondle and cup her tits, then take hold of her
nipples, which were as hard as cherry stones.

"Please!" she begged.

He ignored her.  Instead he said in a sharp voice:

"Open your mouth!"

She did so and was surprised and frightened to feel a ball like object being
placed in her mouth. It was not large, although it was big enough to force
her lips quite wide; it felt rubbery, and panic rose inside her as she felt
it being tightly fastened behind her head, forcing her mouth wider still.

Then his hands started on their slow journey down her body until they came
to the waist band of her knickers.  Slowly, so slowly he pulled them down
until they were at her feet and he gently lifted first one foot then the
other to discard them.

"My, my!" she heard him say, "these are very wet, aren't they, my dear?
They smell divine, as I am sure you will when I finally taste you!"

It was true!  Kate knew that her panties must be saturated, as she could
feel the moisture oozing from her cunt.  She couldn't remember being so wet,
and she felt more randy than she had ever been before.  Little did she
realise just how more randy she was going to feel before James had finished
with her!  Her legs were spread wide and a pair of ankle cuffs were fitted
to them attached to a leg spreader -- a device she had not seen before.
James then explored every inch of her body with the soft, feathery touch he
was so good at -- well almost every inch of her body, the notable exception
being that little area of jet black curls!  Kate moaned behind her gag, and
her body gyrated in frustration as she sought ways to make him touch her,
but, of course, she failed.

And then it stopped.  For what seemed an age nothing.  Then her arms were
being lowered and the leg spreader removed and she was led to a punishment
stool, again, something she had never experienced before.  It felt strange
as she was gently forced into position over it and felt the buckles being
strapped on her thighs and back, and felt her elbows, wrists and ankles
being tightly fixed to the eyelets on the side of the stool.  Again his
tantalising hands roamed over her exposed body, and then he began to spank
her, lightly at first so that she glowed with pleasure and arousal.  As her
bottom warmed to the spanking, he gradually increased the strength of his
slaps, but Kate didn't mind; spanking had always aroused her, and in her
present state she welcomed it, hopeful that an orgasm would result, although
part of her was disappointed -- she wanted her orgasm to come with James
fucking her.

However, any thoughts of pleasure disappeared when she felt the first blow
from the paddle!  If she had been able to concentrate on memories, she would
have said it felt like Matron's slipper, only over a much wider area. The
whole of her right cheek stung, and fire shot through her bottom.  Then the
left cheek received the same treatment.  She tried to struggle, but James'
new toy held her firmly and she couldn't even drum her feet.  She tried to
cry out, but only a muffled sound came from her gagged mouth.  Again and
again he brought the broad paddle down upon her exposed bottom, which turned
from a sexually arousing warm pink glow, to a fiery red.  Tears streamed
from Kate's eyes, mingling with her long black hair that framed her face
like a dark curtain. Her bottom hurt more than it had for ages, yet there
was still a desperate, intense sexual desire.

And then it stopped!  Kate felt the straps being removed from her; she was
helped to her feet and led across to the couch.  Laid on her back, she was
again secured, this time in a position with which she was much more
familiar; she felt her legs being drawn up and wide apart, and then secured.
  She was still weeping with the pain of the spanking she had received, and
her bottom was throbbing, yet she still had the desperate need for an
orgasm.  She felt headphones being fitted to her ears and then music began
to play -- soft, soothing music, but music that completely drowned out any
other sound.  She tried to struggle, but she was too expertly strapped to
the couch.

In the silence she reflected.  This wasn't how it was supposed to be!  Her
bottom ached, yet her cunt was still sopping wet, she was still very
aroused.  It had all begun so beautifully, even though the blindfold and the
gag had frightened her a bit.  Even so, as James had explored her body and,
as she supposed, stood back to admire her suspended and outstretched body,
she had felt more aroused than ever before.  She wanted to be fucked,
desperately wanted to feel what it was like to have a cock inside her.  Yet
he had denied her, instead spanking her harder than she could ever remember
anyone ever spanking her.  And now she seemed to have been abandoned.

To Kate it seemed like an eternity, but in fact it was only half an hour
before the music stopped and the earphones were removed from her head.

"You are right, James," said a guttural voice that Kate knew but couldn't
place, "she is truly beautiful."

Panic filled Kate's mind and she began to struggle, and she tried to scream.
  But she was too strongly bound and very little if any movement was
possible.  Not only was she spread wider than she had been before, but
restraints had also been put on her knees, thus pulling her thighs wider
apart and making movement almost impossible -- and making her cunt even more
accessible!  And her scream was merely a muffled sound lost in the tightness
of her gag.

"It is pointless to struggle, my dear Kate," said the voice, "It is I who
have bound you, and I do it so much better than James.  I am used to having
people properly exposed to my attentions -- I do so love being able to play
as I wish."

At this Kate felt soft hands exploring her thighs, and immediately the
sexual desire returned and she began to leak moisture again.  The hands
continued upwards, circling her mons and progressing up towards her breasts,
standing proud as they always did and with the nipples large and hard.
Here, two fingers rolled each nipple with a gentle yet firm motion that
increased the hardness of the two cherries.

"Yes," said her captor, "James has told me all about you and the little
games you play.  It took a little persuasion, but yes, he has told me in
graphic detail of how responsive you are.  I shall enjoy finding out just
what your limits are!  But it is only fair that you see what is happening -
and is going to happen - to you."

So saying, the voice came round to Kate's head, still trailing her fingers
over the helpless girl's twitching body.  The blindfold was removed, and
Kate found herself gazing into the face of Ms. Kurtz, the Headmaster's
secretary. She was dressed in a leather halter bra that barely contained her
ample breasts, a short leather skirt and full length fishnet stockings,
finished off with a pair of very high, thin stiletto heeled shoes.  Kate's
eyes filled with alarm, and swept around the room trying to take in all that
she could see.


There was more equipment than there had been in the room before.  Not only
the punishment stool to which she had been bound, but also more ropes and
pulleys, a harness, and, on the far wall a large wooden  `X' shaped cross
with eyelets for attaching ropes at every conceivable point.  The window was
also covered with some dark material and along the wall was an array all
kinds of strange equipment that Kate could neither clearly see nor
understand their purpose.  When she glanced up, she saw that the ceiling was
covered in mirrors!  She could see her body tied and bound to the bench, her
legs and knees drawn widely apart and her cunt exposed.

Then she saw Mr. Rawlinson!  He was standing just behind Ms. Kurtz, naked
with his arms tied behind his back and he, too, was gagged.  His erection
was massive and some kind of device had been attached round the base of it
and his balls, making them seem swollen and his cock rock hard with a purple
head.

"You see, my dear," purred Ms. Kurtz, "James has a great liking for bondage
and punishment, and he enjoys receiving it every bit as much as he enjoys
playing at it with you.  He has been visiting my chambers for some ten
years, but when his last secretary retired in August, he invited me to
become his new secretary and full time Mistress, because I am not only a
very good Mistress but also a very competent secretary, my profession before
I became a Mistress full time.  Now I have swapped back to being a full time
secretary and part time Mistress, as James always was my favourite
plaything.

"Yes, he has a love of being bound and beaten and tormented, and I am an
expert in all that.  As I say, he was reluctant to share his little secret
with me, but I was able to extract every detail of what he has done to you
by the careful administering of my cane upon his bottom -- see?"  She turned
James round, and Kate could see fiery red marks across his bottom in a neat,
regular pattern.

"But mainly by the way in which I have tormented this cock of his.  I can
get him to the point where he will do ANYTHING just so that I will let him
come, so I was able get him to tell me all about you and how your lovely
young body reacts to teasing."

So saying, she transferred her hands from Kate's body to the throbbing
erection sticking out from James's body.  She slowly stroked its full
length, cupping his tightly bound balls in one hand while running the
fingers of the other around the swollen head, glistening with the pre-cum
that she rubbed into it.

"You see, Kate.  He is desperate to come, but he can't, poor thing!  He gets
so frustrated, don't you, James?

He nodded his head furiously, and his cock bounced up and down, and more
pre-cum oozed from the tip. He tried to push himself forward towards
Christina's teasing hands, but she withdrew them.

"Behave!" she said, "You know you have to wait a lot longer than that for
your reward. However, I must prepare you for that moment.  I am going to
remove the handcuffs from you, but don't you DARE do anything until I tell
you, or you will really suffer.  Do you understand me?" she barked.

James nodded vigorously and tried to say something, but his words were lost
in the gag.  Mistress Christina removed the cuffs and the gag, and brought
James to stand very close to Kate's widely stretched legs.  Then she
returned her attention to Kate, her fingers once more tracing patterns over
the poor girl's body.

"As I say, James has told me all about the way in which he has enjoyed your
body and has teased you.  But believe me, if you think that he has teased
you well in the past, you have experienced nothing to compare to what I can
do to your body.  But I see the fear in your eyes.  You must not be afraid!
Today, everything is about your pleasure, and to a lesser extent mine and an
even lesser extent his. There will be other occasions when I shall delight
in amusing myself exploring your limits, but today is all about your body
and your pleasure.  I am going to remove your gag, as I do so enjoy hearing
the pleadings of my slaves.  You will address me as Mistress Christina, do
you understand?"

Kate nodded, her eyes with a mixture of fear, anticipation and excitement.

It was nice to have the gag removed.  Kate's jaw ached and she felt so
grateful to be able to swallow more comfortably.

"One more question, before I begin, Kate.  When was you last period?"

Kate hesitated, embarrassed at such a personal question, but then she felt a
stinging blow on her thighs for the delay.

"There is no need for embarrassment here, Kate.  As you will discover
NOTHING will be secret from your Mistress in future; you will come to learn
that I expect to know everything about you, and in whatever detail I desire.
  Now, answer the question!"

"Last week, Mistress Christina," Kate mumbled.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Good!  I do think it is right that you should enjoy your first fuck without
the need for any protection -- part of the pleasure is to feel the spunk
shooting deep inside you, and, by the looks of James's cock, when I finally
allow him to fill you, he will have plenty of spunk for you.  Although I
know James has put vibrators inside you, you are still technically a virgin,
and today you are going to get your first fuck!  But before that, I want to
enjoy watching you suffer as I tease this lovely body -- so soft, so tender.
You will be my first 16 year old, so I intend to enjoy myself to the full."

So saying she returned her attentions to Kate's body, and during the next
fifteen minutes she brought the girl to the edge of orgasm on no fewer than
six occasions.  Each time she seemed to sense when Kate was about to come
and she stopped; although Kate could not really concentrate on anything
except the longing for orgasm, she was dimly aware that Christina seemed to
be able to take her that bit closer than James had ever done before
stopping.  Her body was soaked with sweat and she was pleading and begging
for her orgasm.  However, suddenly she stopped, her whole body tensing.

"PLEASE," she screamed, "Let him fuck me!!  I need to come so badly but I
want it to be with his cock inside me.  PLEASE! PLEASE!"

"No, my sweet little one," cooed Mistress Christina," Come for your Mistress
now.  I want to see your face and watch your body react when you come. Come
now for me!"

"No!" begged Kate, shaking her head from side to side, "No!  I want to come
with him inside me!"

So saying she laid still, her eyes fixed steadfastly on the ceiling as she
fought to control her orgasm.

Mistress Christina laughed and said, "You cannot resist me, my dear, you
know you cannot.  You will come for me now, and at a later date I shall make
you suffer for believing you could defy me."

She had been fishtailing two fingers in and out of Kate's sopping cunt
whilst her other hand had been probing the girl's arse with a thin vibrator.
  She now instructed James to take over the vibrator, and she brought her
freed hand up to Kate's clit.  She took it in her thumb and forefinger and
began to roll it firmly but not painfully between them.  The effect on the
poor girl was electric!  She began to pant once more crying out:

"No!  No! No! PLEASE! PLEASE! Oh! God! Yes! Yes! YESSSSS!" as she came with
perhaps the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.  As soon as she had
reached the zenith of her orgasm, Mistress Christina removed her hands and
the vibrator from Kate's bottom, and said to James:

"Put your cock in her"

James brought his hands round to Kate's cunt and used his fingers to spread
wide the lips and he presented the tip of his swollen cock to her entrance.
Just as he was about to slide into her, Christina barked:

"Stop!"

The tip of James' engorged cock was just touching the soaking entrance to
Kate's cunt.  She looked up to the mirrored ceiling and could see it -- so
close to her aching cunt.

"Please!" she begged, "Please! Please! Let him fuck me!!"

James' eyes were pleading too as he fought to obey his Mistress's commands.

"Enter her -- but SLOWLY!!" she said, then turning to Kate, she added:

"James is going to fuck you now, Kate," she said, "but he is going to take
his time.  He will give you another orgasm and then, as you reach the peak
for a third time, I shall release the restraint from his balls and you will
feel his spunk inside you.  Do not be afraid, my sweet, I know up til now
you have only ever had one orgasm at a time, but, believe me, you will come
again and again despite your fears!"

Kate looked up at the ceiling.  She could see her widespread legs and James'
cock at the entrance.  She tried to raise her hips to speed up his entry,
but she was too tightly bound.

"God! I want it!" she moaned. "Please let him put it in me!"

James started to push his cock slowly into Kate's cunt.  Despite the fact
that she was sopping wet, it was still a tight fit.

"Oh! God! It feels so big! I can feel my cunt being stretched! Oh! God! It
feels sooo good!"

James continued his steady push until his full eight inches were deep inside
Kate, and his balls were resting against her.  He let out a soft moan as he
felt Kate's tight cunt squeezing his rigid cock. Then he began to withdraw
and then push in again, and he fucked her, with slow, rhythmical strokes.

"Oh! Fucking hell! That's so wonderful!" cried Kate, "It fills me up and it
feels so wonderful! Oh! God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMIIIINNNNNG!"


Christina had been stroking Kate's tits and she said to her softly:

"And you will again as you feel his spunk shooting deep inside you."

So saying, she went round behind James. As he reached the entrance of Kate's
cunt on an outstroke, she reached between his legs and released the
restraint that had so tightly held his cock and balls.  James gave a low
moan, and started to fuck Kate with stronger, deeper strokes, but he
continued to do so slowly as Christina reminded him that he should.
However, there was no way, after the treatment he had received and the sight
of the naked Kate, that he could control his orgasm much longer.  He gave a
loud groan, his cock swelled up and then he began to pump spunk deep into
Kate's cunt.

Kate felt the difference in his cock and knew that he was about to cum.  She
was rolling her head from side to side and her body was bathed in sweat.
Christina began to pinch the rock-hard nipples of the girl's tits.

"Oh! God! Oh! God! Oh! God!" she screamed," It's so good! So good! Sooooo
goooood! I'm cumming again! Oh! God! Oh! God!  Oh! God! I don't believe it!
I'm cumming again! I'm cumming again!!!"

She gave a final scream, and her whole body felt on fire, every nerve
centred upon her cunt and she came like she had never come before.  James
continued to fuck her with deep, strong strokes, slower each time as his own
orgasm subsided.  Kate continued to moan and toss about, whilst Christina
stroked the poor girl's body, bringing her down from the heights that she
had just reached.

Eventually, James slipped from her cunt, and she gave a soft "Oh!" as she
felt her lose him.

"Oh! That was so good!" she whispered, "So very, very good!"

James slid to the floor, exhausted by his own torment.  His mouth came to
Kate's cunt and he gently kissed and licked her, tasting her juices and his
own spunk that was dribbling from her cunt.  He was careful to avoid her
clit, knowing that it would be super sensitive.  Kate was mewling softly,
incoherently about how good it felt and Christina continued to stroke the
girl's shaking body until eventually her panting ceased and her breathing
returned to normal.

"That is the first of many great fucks you will have, my dear," she cooed,
"And some of them will be at my hands.  There is so much that I want to do
to this body -- and I shall do it all.  You have much to learn about my
skills!"


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The following Sunday, Kate was feeling very randy!  All week she had relived
the wonderful feeling of her first fuck.  That night she had returned to the
girls' dorm and taken a long, hot shower.  Her cunt and her bottom  felt a
bit sore but this was nothing to the tingle that she felt deep inside
herself as she washed herself all over.  Now, a week later, she was ready
for it again!  She knew that it was the mid-point of her cycle, so she
recognized that her randiness was even greater than normal.

After lunch, she sought out Paul, and suggested they went for a walk.  He
was only too keen, and they headed for the sports pavilion.  Once safely
inside, their lips met in a passionate kiss and his hands began to search
her body, eager to feel up her skirt.  She did not resist him, returning his
kiss with enthusiasm, her tongue exploring his mouth while her hands
explored his bulging trousers!  Very quickly they were naked and Paul
reached out for his coat pocket for a condom.  This time Kate welcomed,
helping him roll the condom over his raging cock.  As it reached the base of
his cock, she sank her mouth down the full length of it, noticing that it
did not taste nearly as nice with the condom on. Then she rolled on to her
back and urged him:

"Fuck me, Paul! Quickly, fuck me! I want it so bad!"

He was only too happy to oblige and sank his length into her, too excited to
wonder why it slipped in so easily to this supposed virgin.  He came very
quickly, fucking her with a few hard strokes.  Kate herself came as well
despite the shortness of the fuck -- she was just so randy that the slightest
touch would have set off her orgasm.  She was disappointed to feel Paul's
cock soften so quickly and noted that it did not feel the same without the
spunk shooting into her.

Like so many young men, as soon as Paul `s orgasm was over he began to feel
conscious of his nakedness.  Kate needed more, but Paul began to clean up,
saying that they must hurry in case someone came along.  You were not so
worried about that when you wanted to get inside me, thought Kate, but never
mind, tonight I shall get a real fucking!

And she did!  James did not take her to the playroom; instead he took her to
his bedroom and he spent the hour making love to her.   She had enjoyed the
bondage, and always would, but she was also entranced by his skills in the
bedroom, his tenderness, and she was amazed at his stamina.  He licked her
and fingered her, he teased her with his cock, he fucked her on her back and
with her riding him, she grasping her tits and he holding her hips, and he
gave her so many wonderful orgasms.  Finally he told that he had to come,
and she was grateful, for her body was weary from the many orgasms she had
had.  He knelt her on the bed and entered her from behind; she gasped as she
felt him fill her, marveling at how widely her cunt seemed to be stretched
and at how big he felt.  She gripped the headboard, and he fucked her with
long, deep strokes until she felt his cock swell inside her as his spunk
filled the condom.  She cried out with the pleasure of her orgasm and sank,
exhausted, to the bed. Her body was aglow, although she noted how she missed
the feeling of his spunk inside her cunt.  She returned to the girls' dorm a
very satisfied young lady and slept very soundly indeed!

With her examinations fast approaching, Kate did not have any time for
sexual play for several weeks.  The rebellious youngster of Year 9 was now a
dedicated student, who enjoyed her schoolwork, and was determined to do well
in her exams.  Paul seemed to have cooled towards her, and she guessed that,
like most boys, having fucked her he had lost interest.  Well, she didn't
care!  It was his loss, as she was pretty sure he wouldn't get a better fuck
from any of the other girls he might try.  Anyway, she was too busy to worry
about that, and he would be leaving school soon.

The final experience of her Year 11 took place just before the end of the
examinations.  Year 11 were to leave the day after the last GCSE
examination, but Kate's last exam was some days before that.  She was
disappointed that Mr. Rawlinson was away at the Headmasters' Conference --
she wouldn't see him until she returned in the Sixth Form (assuming that her
grades were good enough for her to be admitted to St. Margaret's Sixth
Form!)  What a shame!  She had had just the two fucks with him (as well as
the disappointing one with Paul -- well, not that disappointing!) and she
knew that she would want to feel his cock thrilling her again as often as
possible.

Having no exams, she was able to laze away the last few days, and she spent
some of that time giving herself pleasant wanks, but she could never be sure
that the silly girls she shared with would not suddenly invade the dorm.

She was surprised to receive the note from Ms Kurtz asking her to go to the
Head's Office, as she knew that he was away.  She strolled across, wondering
what Ms Kurtz could want.  She knocked on the door and heard the command to
enter, and as she did so, she blushed deeply, remembering the last time she
had seen the Head's secretary!!

"Ah! Hello, my dear," said Ms Kurtz, as Kate walked in to the office, "Thank
you so much for coming.  I wonder, would you be able to spare me a little
time this evening?  Mr. Rawlinson has asked me to discuss one or two matters
with you, and there are others things that I would like to explore with you,
but they would be better in a more relaxed and informal setting.  Do you
think you would be able to come to my flat this evening?  Say about 7
o'clock, during Prep?  Year 11s are free then, aren't they?"

"Er.. yes.  Yes, I am sure that that will possible," replied Kate, puzzled
and not a little intrigued.

At seven on the dot, Ms Kurtz let her into her apartment and closed the door
behind her.  It was a spacious flat, tastefully furnished and Kate was
ushered into the lounge where she was settled into a deep oatmeal coloured
settee.  Once furnished with a drink each, Ms Kurtz sat herself down
opposite Kate.

"James asked me to speak to you before you left, as you appreciate that he
has been unable to talk to you since before the examinations," said Ms
Kurtz.  "He was most insistent that I saw you, just to clear up any
outstanding issues before you leave, although he is very hopeful that you
will be returning in the Sixth Form.  He asked me to tell you how grateful
he has been for the wonderful times that you two have had together, and
especially for the last two occasions.  He hopes that you do not have any
regrets about what he did to you, especially on the occasion when he invited
me to join him."

"Oh! No!" replied Kate, "Everything James did to me was wonderful, and that
session with you both was the most remarkable I have ever had.  No, you must
tell Mr. Rawlinson that I have no regrets at all -- I am so grateful to him.
You will tell him, won't you Ms Kurtz?"

"Of course I will," purred Ms Kurtz, "and it's Christina -- at least for this
evening.  He will be so delighted, and hopefully if your examination results
are as he expects them to be, we can enjoy some more sessions together next
term.  However, there is something else I would like to explore with you
this evening, my dear."

She leant forward and took Kate's two hands in hers, staring into those dark
brown eyes with her own sharp blue ones.

"You remember I said that you were my first sixteen year old?  I hope that
in the future I will have the opportunity to explore you more thoroughly in
our little playroom, but for now I want explore another side of my nature,
and, I hope, yours.  Come, kneel down in front of me."

Kate slipped to her knees, and felt Christina's hands stroking her cheeks
and the ring of dark hair that framed her face.  Slowly, she drew Kate
towards her; the girl knew what was coming and was nervous, yet she did not
resist.  As their lips met, Christina's tongue probed Kate's mouth, and
gradually the girl allowed it entry, and she tentatively let her tongue
entwine with that of the older woman. Cristina's hands slipped down to
Kate's shoulders, drifted round to the front and began slowly to unbutton
the blouse.  The kiss lingered, with Kate now more responsive, as she
shivered with the stirrings of passion.

Button by button, the blouse was undone, Christina's practiced hands not
faltering until the last button parted.  Immediately, her hands roamed up
again to cup each breast, kneading them gently.  Deep in the ongoing kiss,
Kate's breathing became a pant, and she moaned as she felt Cristina's hands
work their way round to her back, where she felt the clip of her bra snap
open.  She whimpered as the fingers traced erotic patterns back round her
body.  She jumped as the searching hands found her tits, their nipples like
cherry stones.

At last the kiss broke, and Christina began to kiss her way down Kate's
neck, the confused girl not knowing whether to pull away or enjoy the
incredible sensations in her body.  Just before she reached a tit, and to
Kate's intense frustration, Christina paused.

"I love playing with men, I love teasing them and I love their cocks and I
love to watch them come," she whispered, " but lovemaking -- that is only
with women.  And I want to make love to you.  Relax, my child.  I can give
you more pleasure than any man."

So saying, she peeled the blouse of Kate's shoulders, pushed the girl gently
back onto the sofa, and took one nipple in her mouth and began to suck on
it.  Then she transferred to the other and repeated the process.  Her
fingers began to trace patterns across Kate's stomach until she reached the
top of her jeans.  Kate's tits felt alive with sensations, but her cunt was
also sopping wet and desperate for attention.  So she did not resist as the
buttons of her jeans were undone, and she lifted her hips to help Christina
as she eased them down.  And then those hands were on her knickers, stroking
the crease of her cunt through the flimsy material.

She was panting and moaning, rolling her head from side to side, urging
Christina to remove the now soaking garment.  Slowly Christina complied, her
mouth trailing down Kate's stomach as her hands pushed the panties over
Kate's legs.  And then she was there!  Kate gasped as the warm mouth
engulfed her cunt and the darting tongue began to work inside her.
Christina brought her hands up underneath Kate's legs so that as she reached
the thighs, Kate's legs were drawn up.  Christina hooked them over her
shoulders, then leaned forward so that the girl's legs were pushed back over
her head.  Then her hands came round to stretch wide the cunt at which she
was lapping so furiously.

Long, sawing motions with her tongue, ending each time at the clit, brought
Kate to a shattering orgasm.  Before it could ebb away completely, Christina
pushed a finger deep into Kate's cunt and began to rotate it, the knuckle
rubbing against the clit, until Kate was sobbing with yet another shattering
orgasm.  Christina left the girl's aching cunt and kissed her way back up to
the lovely firm tits and on up to her neck.  She nuzzled Kate's ear and
whispered:

"I can give your body so much pleasure, and I will do so next term.  I want
you in the playroom so that I can explore you to the full, but for now, this
is how we pleasure each other.  Come with me."


She raised the girl up and led her into the bedroom, where she gently pushed
her on to the bed and spread her legs wide.  She stood up, watching the
lovely girl who gazed back at her, expectantly.  Christina slowly removed
her own clothes, her eyes never leaving Kate's, who in turn was watching as
the older woman's naked body came into view.  She was amazed at how trim it
was, and how the breasts, whilst being very ample were still
self-supporting.

"Lie still, my child, and I will show you how to make love to a woman."

She joined Kate on the bed and once more began to stroke all over her and
trace her tongue over every inch of the girl's trembling body.  She turned
her over on her stomach and parted the cheeks of her bottom before burying
her tongue deep inside her arse, causing squeals of delight form the young
girl as she hovered on the edge of orgasm.  Turning her back, she lapped the
full length of the cunt and nibbled her clit until Kate exploded into an
enormous orgasm.

As Kate's breathing began to return to normal, Christina gently pushed the
girl's head down the bed until it was opposite her own cunt.

"Lick me," she commanded gently.

Kate gazed at the mass of dark hair with the red gash of her cunt, and
hesitated.

"Do not be afraid," said Christina, "Taste it -- you will not be
disappointed."

Nervously Kate lowered her mouth until it hovered just inches from
Christina's cunt.  The woman did not flinch, nor pressure the girl, despite
her own urgent need.  She waited patiently, knowing that the girl would
taste her, eventually.  And soon she was rewarded as she felt the first
tentative feel of the girl's lips upon her cunt.

Kate was naturally a sexy creature and she had learnt very quickly how to
suck cock.  So it was with cunt.  Her small tongue cautiously lapped the
lips of her tutor's cunt, and, finding the taste not at all unpleasant, she
began to explore the folds and the inner lips and eventually she also found
the clitoris.  Very quickly, Christian felt her orgasm rising in her and
involuntarily she clenched her legs round the girl's head as she roared to a
tremendous orgasm of her own.

And so for the next hour they made love to each other, exploring every inch
of each other's bodies, Kate growing in confidence and becoming bolder in
her technique.  She experienced several more orgasms of her own and gave
several to Christina, both of them urging each on as they reached climax
after climax.


It was a confused yet excited young girl who travelled back to the Sussex
coast the next day at the end of her Year 11, lost in her thoughts,
wondering about the events of the term, and especially about the previous
night. She was also thinking about the coming year, assuming she was able to
return to St. Margaret's.  Would James still want to play?  Christina had
said that she want to explore Kate's limits in the playroom -- what did that
mean, and what would it be like?





Chapter Four

Kate in the Sixth Form

If Year 10 had been good and Year 11 brilliant, then Kate's time in the
Sixth Form was heaven.  Her examination results were all the she could have
hoped for -- all A's and A*'s except for one B -- in French!!  She was able to
return to St. Margaret's and study her favourite subjects -- History, English
and Art, as well as a new subject to her -- Philosophy.  Furthermore, she had
her own room now, as did all the Sixth Form, and a great deal more freedom,
especially to enjoy again those leisurely and frustrating wanks that she so
loved to give herself.  And, of course, there was James and Christina and
the playroom!

During the next two years Kate learnt so much about bondage and the skills
of control; she learnt about pain and pleasure; and she learnt about her own
body and its limits.  She also learnt a great deal about James's body and
how it could be controlled and tormented!

Sessions in the playroom took several forms.  Sometimes, although rarely
now, she and James were alone.  He would use all the array of equipment to
bind Kate and play with her body until she had had copious orgasms, and then
he would fuck her.  Just occasionally when they were allowed to play alone,
they would miss out on the playroom and go to his bedroom.  Here they would
make slow love together, and Kate never ceased to marvel at his wonderful
technique as he thrilled her body in so many ways, and she also developed a
pretty good technique of her own!

Usually, however, they only went to the playroom when summonsed by Mistress
Christina.  There, she would dictate the way in which the session developed.
  On the second weekend back after the summer holidays Christina instructed
Kate to report to the Head's house at 7 p.m. for their first session of the
term.  She arrived exactly on time, and Mistress Christina led her upstairs
to the playroom.  As she entered the room, she saw that James was already
there.  He was naked and his legs were spread widely, a steel bar having
been attached to both ankles; his arms were raised above his head, a rope
pulling them upwards so that his feet were barely touching the ground.

"As you can see," said Mistress Christina, "James has already been here for
some time.  See how beautifully marked his bottom is!"

She turned James round, and Kate could see the carefully arranged stripes
across his buttocks.

"Now! Get undressed, fold your clothes neatly and place them on that chair!"
barked Mistress Christina, "Then kneel on the punishment stool!"

Kate did as she was bid, nervous to hear such a strong tone in Christina's
voice.  She felt the straps on the stool being fastened to her ankles, her
thighs, across her back and then her arms being fastened down the side of
the stool.

"Yes!  I do like to see a young girl well tied down before I punish her" she
heard Christian say, "You see, I do like to administer a firm spanking --
that is why James paddled you so hard last term.  I was watching the whole
scene and it was so enjoyable! I shall go easy on you today, my dear,
because I have other things planned for you, but by the end of the year I
assure you that you will be pleading for me to kiss you with my cane!"

She began to spank, gently at first, but as Kate's bottom turned first a
rosy pink and then a darker red, she increased the severity of the blows.
Kate found the mild spanking quite erotic, but as the blows increased in
severity, she began to sob and to beg for the punishment to stop.  Christina
ignored her pleas until she was ready, and then she released the girl.

"Look at your bottom in that mirror!" she commanded, "Doesn't it make a
pretty sight!"

Kate looked at her poor red bottom and felt the flames spreading across the
whole area, and felt the throbbing.  She wanted to touch it, to sooth it,
but it was far too sore.

"Over her and onto the couch!" she heard Mistress Christina bark, and she
hurried to the couch and lay down, wincing slightly as the cold material
touched her burning flesh, yet soon grateful for its cooling effect.
Christina came over and began to strap Kate to the couch; when she came to
her legs, she drew them up and widely apart, fixing them so that no movement
was possible.  Kate noted how much more expert she seemed to be at exposing
her victims than James had been, and during the next two years she was to
discover just how creative Mistress Christina could be at binding and
exposing her playthings!

Then began the inevitable teasing!  Mistress Christina fingered and licked
Kate; she explored her bottom with a well-greased finger and reamed her
finger around the very depth of Kate's arse; she tickled her clit and slid a
thin vibrator deep into her cunt, but each time she felt the girl
approaching orgasm, she denied her -- she seemed to be able to take Kate so
close yet still stop.  At last Kate cried out:

"Please! Let him fuck me!  Let me come!  I need to come so badly!  Please
don't deny me again!"

"So, my little child wants to be fucked, does she?" cooed Mistress
Christina, "Very well, fucked you shall be!"

So saying, she stopped her teasing and moved away to James.  Slowly she let
his arms down, and removed the leg spreader.  She stroked the end of his
cock, wiping the oozing pre-cum all over the head.  Kate was watching all
this in the mirrors and her cunt twitched in anticipation.  Guiding James
over to the girl's head, Mistress Christina said:

"Suck him!"

"No! Please! I need him inside me!  I must be fucked!"

"Do as I say!" shouted the Mistress, " and James, remember what I said -- you
are not to come until I tell you!"

James presented his cock to Kate's head, and she turned sideways so that she
could reach him.  Slowly she took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it,
trying her best not to make it too good so that he came, because she wanted
him inside her, and for this James was very grateful, for he was fighting
his own desire to shoot his spunk.

Mistress Christina moved between Kate's legs.  "So," she said, " you want to
be fucked, do you?  Then that will be my pleasure!  I have wanted to fuck
you since I first saw you stretched out on this couch."

Kate glanced sideways, her mouth still full of James's cock.  Her eyes
widened in surprise as she saw Mistress Christina between her legs, a
massive dildo strapped to her body!  The cock must have been nine or ten
inches long, and much thicker than James's cock.

"No!" she cried, "No!  I can't take that!  I want James to fuck me!"

"Well, you can't have him!  Suck his cock and let me fuck you!  You will
find out what it is like to be really fucked!  I told you, only a woman
knows how to thrill a woman."

So saying, Mistress Christina slid her fingers along the sides of Kate's
cunt and then stretched the lips wide apart.  She presented the head of the
dildo to the entrance and began slowly to push.  The head eased into Kate's
well-lubricated cunt and began slowly to disappear up inside her.  Kate
gasped, and James's cock slipped from her lips.

"Oh! God! It's so big!" she cried, "Oh! God! I can feel my cunt stretching!
It's so big!  Jesus! It feels as though it is splitting me in half, but God
it feels so good!"

Mistress Christina now had the artificial cock deep inside Kate's cunt, and
she began to fuck the girl with long, slow strokes. For the next ten minutes
she fucked the girl, using her skill to vary how the cock plunged into her,
ensuring that the base ground into her clit when the cock was fully in her.
Kate, her mouth now eagerly sucking on James's cock, began to gurgle through
her cock-filled mouth, pleading and saying how wonderful it felt to be so
filled and to be fucked with such skill.  At last Mistress Christina said:

"That feels so good, my little child.  So very good!  Your Mistress loves to
have you impaled on her cock!  It turns me on so much!  I'm going to make
you come now, and James is going to shoot his spunk into your mouth.  Suck
on him!"

"I can't!" moaned Kate, "Too lovely! Too lovely!  Oh! God! I'm coming. Oooh!
Fuck me, Mistress, shove your lovely cock inside me!  Oh! Shit! It feels so
good! Fucking hell, I'm being split in two but it's so fucking good!  I'm
coming!  I'm coming! I'm cooooooming!"

"Shoot your spunk into her James! Do it now!" shouted Mistress Christian
"I'm coming too, it feels so fucking wonderful!"

James was only too happy to comply!  He had been struggling hard to obey his
Mistress's command, and now he grasped his raging cock and with two swift
rubs and a loud groan he began to shoot forth his spunk.  He pointed his
cock at Kate's mouth and the spunk streamed out, but only some reached its
target as Kate was threshing her head all over the place as she sobbed and
thanked her Mistress and wept with the power of her orgasm.  James's spunk
covered her face, her tits and some did find its way into her mouth, and she
hungrily swallowed it, turning head to take his cock into her mouth where
she sucked it dry and clean.

And this is how it was for many of their sessions during Kate's time in the
Sixth Form.  During the two years, she was introduced to a number of new
activities, sometimes with both James and Mistress Christina and sometime
just with her Mistress.  It was usually on these occasions when she was
alone with Mistress Christina that Kate learnt about her own limits, and
these were remorselessly explored and extended by her Mistress.  She learnt
how to take the cane and to get pleasure from its sharp kiss; she learnt to
endure the pain of nipple clamps and cunt spreaders, to take two headed
dildos into her cunt and her arse.  She learnt to love accepting her
Mistress's largest dildos up her cunt.  And she also learnt how many
wonderful ways there were for her body to be brought to the edge of the most
shattering orgasms of her life.  There were some occasion when they would
not use the equipment in the playroom, but repair to James's bedroom where
they would make love to each other, and Kate never ceased to be amazed at
how subtle Christina's lovemaking was.  On one or two occasions she allowed
Kate to don the strap-on dildo and experience the delights of being the one
doing the fucking.  The first time, Kate was surprised at how erotic it was
to see the large artificial cock in front of her and to watch it disappear
inside Christina's cunt.  But usually it was she on the receiving end!

When the three of them were together sometimes both she and James were
simultaneously tormented, each being made more frustrated by the sight of
the other, and sometimes James was allowed to help Mistress Christina in
tormenting Kate -- and he clearly still loved to torment Kate!  Christina
seemed happy to let him have his free rein with Kate, and would laugh and
encourage him to frustrate the girl until she was weeping for the
satisfaction of an orgasm -- or four!!

But it increasingly as the year progress Kate also learnt a great deal about
the domination of James!  She was thrilled when, shortly before half term of
her first term in the Sixth Form, Mistress Christina informed her that she
should join in the tormenting of James.  On that occasion she stood beside
Mistress Christina and watched in awe as she laid the cane across James's
arse, marvelled at the accuracy of each stroke, and the way that James
thanked her for each stroke, counting them off.  When the caning was
finished, Mistress Christina left James to recover whilst she took Kate
round to where he could watch, laid her on the floor and sucked her hot cunt
until she came, mewling like a kitten, all the time watching James watching
them, his cock twitching and leaking pre-cum.  When their orgasms died away,
Mistress Christina led Kate round to James's bottom and instructed her to
part the cheeks of his arse.  She then slid a long thin vibrator up inside
him and switched it on, and Kate saw him react to the buzzing deep inside
him, and he began to beg for an orgasm.

"Slid under the punishment stool and milk him, Kate, but slowly, do you hear
me?  If you feel him coming you are to stop at once, do you understand?"

Kate nodded, and, sliding beneath the stool, she took James's cock into her
mouth.  She was an expert sucker now, so she was well able to control her
actions, and she felt a tremendous tingle deep inside her cunt as she worked
on him, knowing how close she could make him be to coming before just
stopping enough.  He began to plead with Christina to let him come, and
eventually she said: "Let him come, my dear, but do not spill a drop -- I
want to taste him."

Kate complied, and she was amazed at the strength of James's orgasm.  He
cried out with the pleasure of release at last and filled her mouth with
powerful wave after powerful wave.  She swallowed all but the last few
spurts, and crawled from under him to give her Mistress a deep kiss,
transferring the spunk from her mouth to Christina's.

Just as the two years of her Sixth Form were a time of sexual exploration of
her own body, so were they for Kate to explore James's.  After that first
time of joining in his domination, Kate was often allowed to do so again.
She was shown how to bind him, especially how to bind his cock and balls so
that his frustration was heightened.  She was instructed in the art of
spanking, then caning him.  She was nervous the first time she caned him,
but, under Mistress Christina's instruction and watchful gaze, she grew in
confidence, and the last few strokes were both well aimed and well struck,
drawing moans from James and applause from Mistress Christina!

She also learnt how to bring him intense frustration yet a wonderful orgasm.
  On one occasion, Mistress Christina showed her how to use a speculum.
Kate watched in amazement as the metal tube was inserted into James's arse,
and was astounded at how wide his arse was opened by the implement (she was
later to feel her own arse stretched by it and her cunt!).  Then Mistress
Christina inserted a thin metal probe with a little serrated wheel on the
end.

"Watch!" she said, "Watch his reaction!  I am going to scrape this little
wheel over his prostrate gland and he will come, eventually, with no other
help from me.  But it takes time and he will get intensely frustrated
because it is such a slow, yet inevitable, orgasm!"

And she was right!  James was too tightly bound to wriggle at all,
essential, Mistress Christina had told her.  But his whole body tensed and
he was pleading through the gag for release.  Kate watched in amazement and
then she saw his cock twitch and swell up, and the spunk shot out with
incredible force accompanied by a muffled, but audible scream from James.

During the two years, then, she was shown how to master a mere male, and she
grew to enjoy the power enormously.  She also was a quick learner, and soon
developed a very good technique.  Mistress Christina complimented her on her
skill and her ingenuity -- she had devised several cruel little tricks of her
own.  Mistress told her that she would make a very good Mistress once she
left school, and that if she wanted any advice about setting up a dungeon of
her own, she would be only too happy to help!

Two other notable sessions occurred.  In the Summer Term of Kate's First
Year Sixth, Christina let her fuck James.  Kate had watched Mistress
Christina do this on a number of occasions, but she had never allowed the
girl to do it.  However, on this occasion she did -- a birthday treat, she
had said.  Kate strapped on the dildo and positioned herself behind James.
His arse had been well lubricated because Kate had been instructed to lick
and finger it to get him to a state of high sexual readiness.  She placed
both her hands on the cheeks of his arse and pulled them as widely apart as
she could; she presented the tip of the dildo to the puckered ring, which
was twitching in anticipation.  She slowly pushed and saw the ring expand
and then swallow the head of the artificial cock; deeper she sank into the
dark recess of his arse until her hips met his bottom.  The she began to
fuck him.  She thrilled at the feelings it gave her, and began to move more
powerfully.  Instructed by Mistress Christina, she reached round and grasped
his cock; she held her hand still and with every thrust of the dildo into
his arse so his cock was forced through her hand -- he was fucking her hand
although he had no control over it.  When she felt him close to coming, she
stopped the fucking, and he began to plead with her to fuck him hard so that
he could come.  When permitted to do so by Mistress Christina, she ploughed
into him with even deeper strokes; she felt the spunk filling his cock,
which swelled up before the first jet of thick spunk shot forth from his
raging cock, and she felt her own orgasm overpower her, so that she was
barely able to prevent herself from sinking to the ground in exhaustion.

The other event was one of the most erotic Kate ever saw.  It took place at
the start of Kate's last term at St, Margaret's and was, Mistress Christina
told her, yet again a birthday present.

"This is something I don't do to James very often," she had told Kate, as
they secured him to the cross.  Kate noticed that many more straps than
usual were being used, so that James was completely unable to move or even
squirm.  "It is intensely frustrating for him -- almost too much for him to
bear and yet he loves it, don't you James?"

James was unable to answer as a gag was securely fixed to his mouth, but his
eyes widened and he shook his head furiously.

"Oh! He does," continued Mistress Christina, " although it is true to say
that he finds it almost beyond endurance.  I call it `prolonged male
orgasm'.  You know how we are able to enjoy multiple orgasms that seem to
run endlessly into each other?  They are wonderful, yet shattering!  Well,
men aren't usually able to achieve the same -- their pathetic cocks just come
the once.  But I have developed this technique where I can keep him coming,
yet not, something more than the pre-cum that often oozes from his cock, yet
not a full blown orgasm.  It is intensely erotic yet at the same time
frustrating for him.  The secret is to make sure that he is UTTERLY
immobile, even his cock cannot be allowed any movement.  So, you see, we tie
a thin rope round the head of his cock and we fix it tightly up here. " She
attached the rope to a ring on one of the straps across James's chest.  "And
we separate the balls thus, but leaving them as free as possible. And now we
begin!  While we are working on him we have to be very careful; we have to
apply only the lightest of stimulation because we want the build up to be
nice and slow.  After a while you will see the thin spunk start to ooze from
his cock.  When it does, watch his eyes!  A picture of real frustration; he
has to be severely gagged otherwise the noise would be quite distracting!"

For the next half an hour Kate watched enthralled as Mistress Christina
teased James's cock.  She began with her fingers, stroking the tightly
spread balls and tracing patterns up and down his cock.  Then she produced a
thin vibrator and she used this over the length of James's engorged cock.
Next the little serrated wheel, which she scrapped over his swollen balls
and up to the very tip of his reddened cock.  Kate watched in fascination,
her eyes darting from what was happening to James's cock to his face.  It
was such an erotic sight!  Any movement was impossible, but his eyes bulged
and he tensed the muscles in his neck in his effort to speed up the process.

And then she saw it!  A thin stream of cum was oozing from the end of
James's cock!  And it carried on oozing for the next fifteen minutes!  He
was moaning and pleading in muffled tones, but Christina just kept up the
same tantalizing slow ministrations of his cock and balls.  Still the come
oozed out in a continuous stream of sticky liquid.

"Release the noose around his cock and the ball-spreader!" instructed
Mistress Christina, her eyes never wavering, nor her hands from their task.
Kate did so and a great spurt of thicker spunk shot forth.  "Catch it!"
shouted Mistress Christina, and Kate was only too happy to comply, lowering
her mouth onto the end of the engorged cock.  He came and came and came, and
Kate swallowed it all, fingering her cunt to a shattering orgasm of her own.

When they released James, he slumped on the floor and did not move for some
ten minutes.  As Kate and Christina satisfied each other's lust, Christina
told Kate that she only did that occasionally to James because it was such
an intense session that she did not think he could stand it very often.
Kate, as her own orgasms washed over her, was not surprised!


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So satisfying were these session with Christina and James that Kate did not
feel the need to go elsewhere for sex.  Anyway, she was aware that
relationships with other students could become very fraught, especially in
the narrow confines of a boarding school.  However, she did break this rule
with one person!  At the start of her final year, Kate was made Head Girl;
James assured her in private that this had been the decision of the staff,
not him, and that it had nothing whatsoever to do with their own special
relationship.  One of the perks for both the Head Boy and the Head Girl was
that they were assigned a two-roomed apartment.

Early in the term, Kate was wandering round the dormitories in one of her
free periods.  It was her responsibility to check the girls' dorms for any
sign of untidiness, for malingerers and so on.  She was just passing the
Year 8's dorm in Doone House when she heard a rustling.  Peering through the
crack in the door she saw a slim blonde haired girl sitting on the bed,
flicking through the pages of a magazine.  Striding into the room she said:

"And what do you think you are doing, young lady?"

The girl jumped up, flustered and blushing, hurriedly trying to thrust the
magazine under the bedclothes.

"Er... nothing, Miss Kate," she stammered, "I was... er...just tidying my bed."

"That is not true," replied Kate, coolly, "What are you doing in the dorms
at break time, and what is that under the bedclothes?"

"Nothing, Miss Kate, honestly.  I just came in for some books that I had
forgotten," she mumbled, blushing a deep red.

"I am not going to waste my time with you, young lady.  You know you are not
allowed in the dorms during the day without permission, books are not kept
here and you have just hidden something under the bedclothes.  Give it to me
NOW!"

"Sorry, Miss Kate, please" wailed the girl.

"NOW!"

Reluctantly the girl drew a magazine from the bed and, with trembling hands,
passed it over to Kate.  She nearly fainted with the shock of what she saw!
A 12-year-old girl had just handed her a pornographic magazine!  And it was
some pornographic magazine!  Buxom ladies were sucking huge cocks or having
them forced up their widespread cunts, and there were shots of cum on every
page.

"Very interesting!" said Kate, "Come to my rooms between tea and Prep
tonight and we will discuss what course of action I am going to take then."

Kate spent the afternoon mulling over what she should do.  She was certainly
not going to pass the magazine over to Matron or even to Mr. Rawlinson.  She
pored over the magazine, and found herself getting quite turned on by the
photographs even though these days she did not find them necessary to
stimulate her -- she got plenty of real stimulation!  But the whole scene
itself was stimulating, and she thought of herself at that age.  A plan
began to form in her mind.

Almost straight after tea finished, a tea that Kate had chosen to miss, she
heard the timid knock at her door.  She called out for the girl to enter,
and a trembling figure crept nervously into her room.  She was slim and of
just a little more than medium height, but with long legs; her silky soft
blonde hair was short, not even reaching her shoulders, but it framed her
attractive face.  Kate studied her for several minutes, watching as she
shifted anxiously from foot to foot, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the
floor.

"What is your name?" asked Kate.

"Carolyn Llewellyn, Miss Kate", whispered the girl.

"Well, Carolyn, what are we to do about this?" said Kate, waving the
magazine in front of the girl's face.

Carolyn's face turned a bright red and she again stared at the floor.

"Please, Miss Kate, it wasn't my fault.  Somebody gave it to me and I was
just looking to see what it was.  I was going to throw it away."

"I don't think so, young lady.  You seemed to me to be studying it in great
detail.  Do you do this often?"

"No, Miss Kate, honestly.  I've never done it before.  Please don't tell
Matron!"

"And who gave it to you?"  enquired Kate.

"Please, Miss Kate, do I have to?" pleaded the girl.

"If you wish me not to pass this on to Matron, yes you do," pressed Kate.

"It was Tommy, Tommy Watson.  But please don't tell anyone.  I'll never do
it again, I promise."

"Well, I don't know about that.  Why should Tommy give you a magazine like
this?"

"He just did, Miss Kate"

"I'm sorry, Carolyn, but I just don't believe you!  A boy doesn't just walk
up to a girl and say `Would you like to look at a dirty magazine', now does
he?  You two must have been up to something, so you had better tell me what
it was or I shall take this book straight to the Headmaster."

At this, the young girl began to weep, her whole body shaking as the tears
rolled down her face.  Kate felt sorry for her, but she was determined to
get to the bottom of what was going on, because she was intrigued, and not a
little turned on!  She took the little girl into her arms and comforted her,
but quietly insisted that Carolyn tell her all about it.

Slowly, the girl told her the whole story.  They had been talking about
their sex education lesson and, after much tentative discussion, and
pressure from the boy, Carolyn had eventually agreed to show Tommy her cunt
in exchange for him showing her his cock.  She had been surprised to see
that it was stiff and he had told her about how he wanked.  He had wanted
her to touch it but she had refused; she assured Miss Kate that she really
hadn't touched his cock, but he did keep pestering her, and he had given her
the book to look at.  Kate probed a little further, and Carolyn admitted
that she had found it `exciting' looking at the pictures, and, yes, when
Kate had caught her, she had had her hand inside her knickers to touch
herself, something that she had done before.

Carolyn was very distraught, quietly sobbing as she told her story.  Kate
found herself quite turned on, and, as she cuddled the girl closer to her,
she was conscious of Carolyn's small tits pressing against her own.  She
felt a familiar tingle deep inside her cunt.

"Hush, now, it's alright," she whispered in Carolyn's ear, "It is perfectly
natural at your age to begin to explore yourself.  Does it make you feel
good?"

"I don't really know," sobbed Carolyn, "Yes, I suppose it does, although I
don't know what it is supposed to feel like."

"Would you like me to show you?" said Kate, now feeling very randy and
emboldened -- she knew what she wanted to happen, and was going to do her
best to make sure that it did.  She didn't wait for an answer, which was not
forthcoming anyway from the nervous girl.  She slid her hands down Carolyn's
back, across her bottom and round to the hem of her skirt.  She traced her
hands up under the skirt until she found the leg of her knickers.  She felt
the shudder as she ran her fingers over the material and then her practiced
hands slid under the leg until she found the girl's slit.  She located the
little clit and gently rubbed her hand back and forth across it.  Very
quickly Carolyn began to pant and wriggle a soft moan escaping from her
lips; she shuddered again, trying to pull away.  Kate knew that she had
experienced her first tiny orgasm, not yet a full-blown one, but
nevertheless a nicer feeling than she had experienced on her own.

Still holding the girl close to her, Kate whispered:

"That is just a first hint of what it is like to get pleasure from playing
with yourself.  It really is alright to do it, and to share it with the
right person.  If you wish me to show you more and help you get really good
feelings, come to my rooms again tomorrow.  If you don't want to, I shall
understand.  Now, go. Oh, and by the way, I shall do nothing about the
magazine whatever you decide to do tomorrow."

Carolyn muttered, "Thank you, Miss Kate." and fled.

Kate spent the next day in excited anticipation.  After Carolyn had gone the
previous evening, Kate had moved into her bedroom, taken off her clothes and
played with herself until she had reached a very satisfying orgasm, thinking
about Carolyn.  All the next day, she could hardly concentrate; even a
fascinating talk by Mr. Rawlinson on the Battle of Naseby, full of his usual
wit and incisive observations, passed almost completely over her head.

It was some time after tea before she heard the quiet knock at her door;
indeed, she had thought that Carolyn was not going to come.  Kate opened the
door and ushered Carolyn into her room, and, as soon she had shut the door,
took her into her arms.  Once again she felt the tiny breasts pressing
against her own as she held the trembling girl close to her.

"Do not be afraid, Carolyn," she whispered softly into the girl's ear, "Just
relax and let me show you how good it can be."

So saying, she ran her fingers up and down the girl's back, noting the
absence of a bra, and feeling the shudder of anticipation.  Kate let her
hands wander round to the front of Carolyn's blouse and slowly she undid the
buttons.  As soon as the blouse was undone, Kate's hands began to knead the
tiny tits, stroking and fingering the nipples.  She felt the girl shudder,
and Kate slipped the blouse off Carolyn's shoulders and pulled back so that
she could admire the little breasts.  Carolyn continued to stare at the
floor, so Kate took her face in her two hands and, drawing her to her,
kissed her lightly on the lips.  She was careful to keep her lips closed,
not wishing to force the pace too much.

She pushed Carolyn down onto the sofa, and kneeling between her legs she let
her mouth trail down to the left tit, which she gently suckled, whilst her
hand stroked the other.  She heard the intake of breath as she continued to
suckle first one and then the other tit.  After a short while, she knelt
back and moved her hands down to Carolyn's skirt.  She lifted it up to
reveal the white school regulation knickers, and she ran her hands over the
soft fabric, finding the slit through the material.  There was a light
dampness, which increased as Kate's fingers continued to trace delicate
patterns across the knickers.  After a few minutes of this, Kate hooked her
fingers into the waistband of the knickers and worked them down Carolyn's
legs and removed them.

She let her hands wander back up Carolyn's legs and she studied the lovely
little cunt before her eyes.  There was hardly any hair at all, just a sweet
little blonde down with one or two small curls beginning to sprout.  Kate
longed to taste it, and run her tongue along the little crack, but she knew
she had to take things gently, step by step.  So she just used her left hand
to part the lips, revealing the tiny clit, which she softly played with with
her right hand.  Carolyn began to squirm and soft "Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!"s
escaped from her mouth.  Kate kept up the light pressure whilst opening the
cunt lips as wide as she could to increase the good feelings that she knew
Carolyn was feeling, and it wasn't long before the girl gave a little cry
and shuddered to her first real orgasm.

Over the rest of that term, Carolyn came to the Head Girl's rooms at least
once a week.  Kate took her slowly up the path of discovery.  It was several
visits before she kissed Carolyn properly, gently but insistently probing
with her tongue until the girl parted her lips and let her tongue meet
Kate's.  Hard though it was for Kate, she also waited some time before
licking Carolyn's cunt.  As usual she had Carolyn on the sofa, naked as she
always was on their meetings now, and Kate was between her widespread legs --
Carolyn was much more relaxed now and would willing spread her legs to allow
Kate access to her pleasure zone.  Kate was playing with the girl's cunt in
the normal way, and she just lowered her head towards the juicy little cunt
that she longed to taste. Carolyn tried to pull back as she saw what Kate
was going to do, but the older girl flicked out her tongue and ran it the
full length of the moist little crack.  It tasted divine!  And it obviously
felt divine as well, for Carolyn relaxed and, with a long sigh, let Kate's
tongue explore the beautiful cunt.  Kate's experience with Christina meant
that she was an accomplished licker (well, to be fair, Kate was accomplished
at most things sexual now!).  Her tongue explored every part of that
erogenous zone and soon Carolyn was panting and begging for Kate to make her
come, which she did.  It took Carolyn some time to recover her composure.

It was on that occasion, too, that Kate first revealed her own sex to
Carolyn.  Until that moment it had always been Kate who was pleasuring
Carolyn, Kate who remained clothed whilst Carolyn was gradually stripped
naked.  Kate would always have to wank herself after Carolyn had gone, but
on this occasion the thrill of tasting that young cunt was too much for her.
  While Carolyn lay, panting, on the sofa, recovering from a new experience
and a shattering orgasm, Kate's desperate need for an orgasm of her own was
too powerful.  She stood up and released the fixing of her skirt, letting it
drop to the ground; she quickly pulled down her knickers, and sat down on
the armchair opposite the sofa.  She hooked her legs over each arm of the
chair, spread the lips of her cunt with one hand, and plunged two fingers
straight up inside herself.  She began to fuck herself, fishtailing her
fingers to gain the maximum pleasure.

She saw Carolyn's eyes widen as she stared at the older girl.  Kate's need
was very great, but she sensed that this was an opportunity to develop the
relationship a little further.  She therefore made quite a show of fingering
herself, exploring herself in a lewd way that revealed all of her cunt to
the gaze of the fascinated girl opposite her.  Despite her need, she strung
herself out for as long as she could, moaning and urging herself on as her
orgasm approached.  She watched Carolyn's face, and saw her hands slip
slowly down to her own cunt as she began to be aroused again by the sight of
what the older girl's was doing.  At this Kate let herself go completely,
not only because her need to cum was now overwhelming, but also because she
was turned on even more by Carolyn's reaction.  She increased the pace of
her fingers, reaming herself deeply and came with a loud cry, her whole body
shaking with the power of the orgasm, and it was several minutes before she
had recovered enough to speak.

"That is how it can be, dear little Carolyn," she said in a hoarse voice, "
and so much better than that as well.   Let me show just how wonderful it
can be."

"Please", said Carolyn, "I would like that.  What you do to me makes me feel
so good, but what you did to yourself seems to be even more powerful."

"Next time," said Kate, "next time.  I am exhausted now, and it is nearly
time for Prep.  Get dressed and run along, there's a good girl."

This proved to be the defining moment of their developing relationship.  On
their very next meeting, Carolyn was keen to see Kate's cunt.  They used the
bedroom for the first time, and, as soon as Kate had stripped Carolyn, she
shed her own clothes.  Once they were both naked, Kate covered Carolyn with
kisses and showed her how to explore both her own body and Kate's.  She
thrilled to the young girl's tentative touch, the inexperienced fingers
excitedly exploring her sex, guiding her to the most sensitive spots.  And
Carolyn clearly enjoyed the new discoveries, especially as Kate herself was
probing new areas of Carolyn.  The first time she licked the girl's bottom,
parting the cheeks and running her tongue up the full length of the crack,
she thought Carolyn would cum at once.

Over the rest of the Christmas and Spring terms, Kate showed Carolyn all the
beautiful things that could be experienced when two people explored each
other, and Carolyn had so many orgasms, each much stronger than they had
been that first few weeks.  She herself grew bolder, and Kate enjoyed many
powerful orgasms of her as the delicate fingers and tongue of the young girl
became more adept.  By the time Carolyn reached her thirteenth birthday
towards the end of that Spring term, she could take one and sometimes two of
Kate's fingers deep inside her cunt, eager to thrust down on them as she
rode herself to orgasm.  Kate also introduced her vibrators to the young
girl; the first time she used the smaller one, spreading the outer lips of
the girl's cunt wide and just playing it over the tip of Carolyn's clit, the
girl came instantly, crying out with pleasure, and was eager to have it
invade her depths.  This Kate willingly did, reaming it round and round
whilst licking the engorged clit until Carolyn was moaning so much with
pleasure that Kate had to cover her mouth with a pillow!  By the end of that
term, Carolyn was taking the smaller vibrator right up her arse, urging Kate
to go deeper and hard -- Kate was most impressed!


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At last the `A' Levels were over, and the Second Year Sixth were preparing
to leave.  Kate, in fact, was not!  Her father was away in America on
business, and her mother and Brian, as usual at this time of year, were off
on some holiday or other.  Of course, at eighteen Kate could easily have
gone home, but she got her mother's agreement to stay on at St. Margaret's
subject to the Head's permission.  This he was happy to give, knowing that
there would then be time for some more games before she finally left.
During the early part of July, there were indeed plenty of games of all
kinds with combinations of James, Christina and Kate, as well as Kate
enjoying developing Carolyn's expertise further.  Nothing, however, could
compare to that last week of term, when even Kate's almost insatiable
appetite for sex was fulfilled!

It began on the Sunday afternoon when Kate and James visited the playroom
together.  It was particularly enjoyable because they were seldom allowed to
play on their own now.  James recalled how their sessions had begun back in
Year 9, and said that he wanted to spank Kate like he had on those first
occasions, so instead of tying her one of the pieces of equipment, he sat on
a chair and placed Kate over his knee (not, actually something he had done
then, not until much later -- in Year 11).  However, it was most enjoyable!
He gave a thorough spanking, but not a hard one -- his intention was to
heighten her sexual desire.  So he spanked her firmly and methodically, but
sensually; each blow was carefully aimed to ensure that the whole of her
bottom became first pink and then a deeper red, pausing between each one to
allow his hands to excite her, and occasionally letting them creep down
between her legs.  She, of course, could feel his cock straining for its
freedom, and this turned her on even more.

At last he felt she had been spanked enough, and he took her to the couch,
where he tied her in a way that she remembered from a long time ago.

"Do you remember when I last tied to up like this, Kate?" he said. "You were
begging me to fuck you, but I said you must wait.  Well, you will have to
wait again, but not this time for so many months!"

And indeed she did remember!  It had been that last session before the
Christmas term in Year 11.  They had explored many different positions, and
James had teased her in so many ways, but this had been different.  He had
fastened her legs together at the ankles, and pulled these up and back over
her head, squashing her breasts.  The effect on her cunt was incredible!
Her thighs were pressing against them, squeezing them and making the lips
protrude, and they were very sensitive.  On that occasion, after he had
played with her for ages, he had rubbed his cock up and down through her
clenched thighs and over her swollen clit, and she had cried out for him to
fuck her, but he had refused.

Now she discovered again how exposed this position made her.  Her arse was
pulled over much more than in her usual restrained positions, and gave him
much more access.  He took full advantage of this fact!  He pulled the
cheeks of her bottom apart and spent fifteen minutes exploring her dark
hole; he fingered it and licked it; he probed it with a tiny but powerful
vibrator that drove her wild with frustration, until she was begging him to
give her an orgasm.  So many times she thought she would cum just from his
attention to her bottom, but he was far too clever to allow her to do that.

At last he turned his attention to her cunt, sopping and highly sensitive as
it was.  The combination of the position she was in and the sexual
excitement he had evoked in her meant that the clit was as stiff as a small
cock, and the mere touch on it drove her to the edge.  But still he denied
her.  In her demented state she could not decide which was worse -- the
constant little orgasms that he and Christina sometimes gave her, or the
complete denial such as she was experiencing now!  His tongue was rasping
the full length of her swollen cunt lips, and she was sweating and tossing
her head from side as she begged him to let her cum.  Then he stripped naked
and began to fuck her thighs, just as he had that Christmas.

"Do you remember this, my dear Kate?" he asked.

"Oh! Fucking hell! Of course I do!" she screamed, "Fuck me, you bastard!
Fuck me, PLEASEEEE!"

For long moments he continued the agonizing motion, her swollen clit so
sensitive that it sent ripples of pleasure throughout her entire body as his
cock sawed through her thighs.  At last she could stand no more, imploring
him to put her out of her misery, and he complied.  It was a much tighter
fit to slide his cock into her at this angle, but she was so wet that he was
able to slip his rigid cock right up.  Neither he nor she could wait long
after their prolonged session.  His right hand found her clit and flicked
across it as he increased his fucking action, driving his cock deep into her
poor, straining body.

And then they were both coming!  Kate screamed with the pleasure her orgasm
gave her, shock waves pounding out to every nerve centre in her body.  She
felt his cock swell up and knew that she was to receive his spunk spurting
deep into her (she had long since been on the pill as she always wanted to
feel the spunk shooting inside her, not confined in a bloody condom!).  It
was a long time before she calmed down, and all the while James had been
gently continuing the fucking motion, easing down all the time until her
breathing returned to normal and his limp cock slipped from her.

Monday after school Carolyn came to see her.  Kate took her in her arms and
kissed her gently, their tongues eagerly exploring each other.  Kate took
her into the bedroom and slowly stripped her, marvelling at the still-small
tits and the cunt only now beginning to sprout blonde hairs.  So young,
thought Kate as her mouth covered the girl's body with kisses, yet now so
eager for sex.  Kate thought back to the time when she was just thirteen;
Carolyn was a lot further down the path of sexual discovery than she had
been!

Kate was about to stretch the girl out on her bed when Carolyn resisted.

"Please," she said, "Let me strip you."

So saying, she turned Kate round so that her back was to the bed, and she
began to take Kate's clothes off.  She unbuttoned her blouse, and, as she
slipped the blouse from her shoulders, she kissed Kate's neck.  Her hands
found the fastening on Kate's bra, and she unclipped it, letting her hands
creep round to fondle the pendulous tits.  Kate shuddered as the eager young
hands explored her nipples, and then a warm mouth covered one nipple,
standing stiffly and eager for attention.

After a few minutes of this treatment, minutes that had Kate softly moaning
with pleasure and anticipation, Carolyn undid the zip of Kate's skirt and
let it fall to the ground.  Then her hands slipped into the waistband of
Kate's knickers, and she eased them down, lifting first one leg and then the
other.  Kneeling in front of Kate to complete the removal of her knickers,
Carolyn's face was level with Kate's cunt, and she leant forward to kiss it
lightly.  Then she gently pushed the older girl back onto the bed, and,
spreading her legs wide apart, she began to explore her cunt.  She stroked
the whole area around Kate's already dripping wet cunt, using her small
fingers to part the lips and play gently and teasingly with it.  Kate was
already desperate for an orgasm, and wanted to get at Carolyn, but the young
girl resisted, continuing to stroke the lips of Kate's cunt.

At last Kate felt the warm breath as Carolyn's mouth found her cunt, licking
and suckling it, probing it with her tongue.  She hooked her hands under
Kate's thighs and eased her legs up over her shoulders, and then Kate gasped
as a wet little tongue found her ring, something Carolyn had never done
before.  For the next fifteen minutes Carolyn brought pleasure to Kate as
she explored her arse and fingered her cunt, then licked her cunt and
fingered her arse.  Finally she lowered Kate's legs and spread them wide
again; her mouth found the throbbing and engorged clit, while her fingers
invaded the sopping wet honey pot of her cunt.  She brought Kate to a
shattering orgasm, and then Kate felt the warm tears trickling down her
thighs to mingle with the juices that were flowing from her cunt.

"You have been so good to me, Kate," she whispered.  "You have brought me so
much pleasure, and taught me so much, and I am going to miss you so
terribly."

"Oh! My love," said Kate softly, "I shall miss you too.  Come here."

Kate gently raised the weeping girl up next to her on the bed, and rolling
her over onto her back, she covered the girl's body with kisses.  Slowly she
brought the girl to an equally shattering orgasm, using all her considerable
skill to make it as wonderful as she could.  After another half an hour of
mutual loving, the two girls -- one eighteen, the other just thirteen -- lay
in a tender embrace, exhausted, kissing each other tenderly as they wept at
their impending separation.

After lunch on Tuesday, Kate went over to the Head's house.  He was
expecting her, and let her in the moment she knocked.  As soon as the door
was closed behind her, he took into his arms and kissed her tenderly, then
led her upstairs to his bedroom.  Slowly they stripped each other, kissing
and nibbling each other as each new layer of flesh was revealed, revelling
in each touch, nerves beginning to respond as they became naked.  Once they
were, James stood back, Kate's outstretched hands in his, and he studied her
body.

"God! You are so beautiful," he said. "How your body has changed since the
first time I saw it!  Come, let me make love to you one more time."

So saying, he stretched her out on the bed and once more she thrilled to his
lovemaking.  But she was experienced too, now, and she also made love to
him.  They explored each other's bodies, thrilling each other in just the
ways they each knew would heighten the other's pleasure.  Kate had so many
little orgasms as James used all his skills to bring her to fever pitch.
His cock was as hard as iron, for Kate's techniques, when she could
concentrate through the pleasure he was giving her, had brought James to the
very edge of his control.  At last she could stand it no long and she begged
him to fuck her.

Over the past two years they had tried every position, but Kate's favourite
was still the missionary position, particularly when James teased her as he
did now. Taking his weight on his hands he allowed his cock just to find the
entrance of the sopping cunt beneath him. He just rubbed it over the
sensitive lips until she was begging him to enter her.  Then he eased into
her, so, so slowly, she urging him to fill her.  At last he was in her to
the hilt and she gasped at the power in each slow stroke.  Still he took his
weight on his arms so that each time he drew back, his cock would almost
completely leave her cunt, an action that she both loved yet found intensely
frustrating.  She would look down her own sweating body and see his rigid
cock, shiny with her juices, and then gasp as it plunged back deeply inside
her.

And then they were both coming!  Inside Kate's cunt she felt an explosion of
sensations, a star burst of energy that radiated throughout her body.  At
the height of these electric surges pulsing through her cunt, her hands
gripping the sheets tightly with the strength of her orgasm, she felt his
spunk shooting powerfully inside her, a feeling she had grown to love so, so
much.  He collapsed on top of her, and they lay panting and murmuring their
love fro each other for many minutes before either could concentrate on
anything other than the incredible feelings that coursed through both their
bodies.

They lay beside each other stroking each other, Kate's head on James's
chest, talking softly about their time together.  Kate's hands were gently
fondling James's cock and balls, and she knew that she wanted to love him
again.  She slipped her head down his stomach and took the limp cock into
her mouth.  She began to lick it, tasting her own juices mingled with his
spunk.  Slowly it began to respond, so she shifted her position until she
was kneeling between his legs, and she proceeded to give him a deliciously
slow suck.  His cock harden under her expert attention, and she then used
all her considerable skill to bring him slowly to the edge of orgasm; she
held him there for tantalizing minutes, one hand cradling his balls and
scratching that sensitive piece of flesh between the arse and the balls and
the other probing his arse.  The fact that he had recently had an orgasm
made it easier for her to hold him there, but eventually she let him over
the edge.  She felt that familiar tightening of the balls and the swelling
of his cock as the spunk left the depths of his body, and she prepared for
the explosion -- and explosion it was, but she took it all, eagerly
swallowing his warm, sticky spunk, a taste she just adored.

When he finally recovered his composure he returned the compliment, using
his own refined technique to lick her to yet another long-drawn out orgasm.
She came with tears streaming down her face, as she knew that this was the
end of their beautiful times together.  At last, both now exhausted, they
went to the shower to refresh themselves before each facing the outside
world yet again.

Dinner with Christina was a pleasant way to spend Wednesday evening.  They
lingered over each course, talking about the past, and Kate's future.
Naturally the conversation turned to sex, and Christina laid down her
napkin, leaned across the table and, taking Kate's hands in her own, said:

"You are a remarkable young lady, Kate.  I have had countless women, but I
have never come across one like you.  I have been with many dommes who enjoy
playing at sub, and a very few genuine subs who would play at being Dom, but
I have never met one like you. You are a genuine switch -- you really enjoy
being dominated and yet, when the roles are reversed you get so much real
pleasure from dominating.  You are lovely to dominate, so responsive, yet
you are becoming a real expert at being in control as well.  You have a
great future.  But enough of this talk!  Come!  The last on my menu tonight
is you!"

So saying, she led Kate into the bedroom and drawing her into her arms, she
kissed her deeply, her tongue seeking out Kate's which willingly responded.
Slowly they stripped each other, the sense of urgency growing with each
garment cast aside.  Kate was desperate to feel Christina touching her, but
the older lady was very much in charge.  She stretched Kate out on the bed
and proceeded to tease her with all her considerable skill.  She spread the
lips of her cunt wide and explored all the erogenous zones that she knew so
well -- as she had said, Kate was a pleasure to make love to as she was so
responsive.  When she inserted a finger up Kate's well-lubricated arse, the
girl moaned with pleasure, urging her mentor to let her cum, but Christina
was an expert at holding her young charge on the very edge of orgasm; so
often Kate felt that she was going to come, yet she could not quite get over
the edge, each peak was a little higher and hence each denial a little more
agonizing -- how could this woman have such control, she thought?  At last
she could stand it no longer!

"Please, Christina! Please!  I must come! Please! I can't stand it anymore!
Let me come, pleaseeeee!" she begged.

"Just a little longer, my love," replied Christina, "I have a little
surprise for you!"

She reached under the bed and produced a dildo that Kate had never seen
before.  It was about a foot long and very fat -- fatter than any normal
cock.  It was very flexible, and both ends were shaped like a man's cock.
Kneeling between Kate's wide spread legs, Christina introduced the head to
Kate's sopping wet hole and began to push it in -- so wet was Kate that there
was no resistance, despite its size.

"Oh, my God!" wailed Kate, "It feels so good!  So good!  It's so big! Oh!
God! I'm going to come so hard!"

"Wait!" commanded Christina, "You must wait a little longer!"

She pushed the last few inches that filled Kate up completely then sat up
and, linking her legs over Kate's, she introduced the other end of the dildo
to her own cunt.  She impaled herself on it, pushing herself towards Kate
until their cunts met, joined by the monster two-headed cock.  She gripped
Kate's thighs and fucked her, her movements driving the dildo deep into both
their cunts.

"Come with me, Kate," she urged, "Come!"

"Oh! Yes! Christina! Yes!" wailed the young girl, "My cunt feels so wide! So
filled with you! I love it and I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Yessss!"

It was an orgasm such as she did not think she had ever experienced before,
yet she knew that wasn't true! She had had so many wonderful orgasms at the
hands of this experienced lesbian, and she knew that life would hold so many
more, now that she knew how her body could react.  And, unbeknown to her,
there was yet one more new sensation for her to experience.

It was to be their last session in the playroom, the culmination of Kate's
last week at St. Margaret's -- a week in which her body had been thrilled by
a whole range of different sexual encounters.  She let herself in through
the back door, left open for her as usual, and went up to the playroom as
she had been told to do.  There she found both Christina and James waiting
for her.  They were seated on two chairs on the middle of the room, and a
third chair was placed a few feet away.

"Ah! There you are," said Christina, "Come in, my dear.  I have decided to
let James help me today, so you will be the sole object of our attentions.
Stand in the middle of the room by that chair!"

Kate did as she was asked, and for some minutes Christina and James just
studies her.  It made her feel nervous.

"Take your clothes off!" commanded Christina, "But slowly!  Take one item at
a time and fold it neatly and place it on the chair.  After each item you
are to stand up straight and count silently to fifty before you remove the
next piece."

Kate removed her sandals and put them on the chair.  Then she unzipped her
skirt, folded it and placed it on top of the sandals.  Her blouse followed;
she was careful to undo each button slowly, and then it joined the skirt in
a neat pile.  As she stood still waiting for the time to take off her bra
she felt embarrassed.  Even though she had been naked in front of both of
them countless times before, this was different!  They were both studying
her as each item was removed and she felt acutely uncomfortable.  At last
she reached round and unclipped her bra.  Her breasts sprang free, the
nipples hard. Finally, she slowly worked the flame red knickers down her
legs, revealing the mass of thick black pubic hair, dark against the creamy
flesh.

For what seemed an age they both ran their eyes over her entire body,
examining her, and again she felt the embarrassment.  At last Christina
whispered:

"A very pretty sight!  But even more so when she is suspended!  Suspend her,
James, but nice and slowly!"

James approached the trembling girl, and slowly fitted wrist and ankle cuffs
to her before he took first one arm and then the other and, passing ropes
through the eyelets, pulled her arms up and wide above her head.  Then her
feet were also stretched wide and the ropes attached to them pulled taut.
Once she was securely fastened, he returned to the chair, and they both
admired her.

"Very well, James, you may begin," said Christina.


James approached the helpless girl and, going round behind her, he began to
stroke her.  His gentle hands roamed lightly over her whole back, from the
nape of her neck to the base of her calf muscles.  Up and down he went,
tracing those delicate patterns over her, producing little shudders from her
body.  And then his tongue joined in, and she gasped as she felt its warm
wetness working its way down her back.    When his hands crept round to
stroke the flesh under her proudly standing breast, a soft moan escaped from
her lips.

"Please!" she urged, "Please touch me!"

A cruel laugh escaped from Christina's lips as she said:

"Goodness me! Not yet, not for a long time, my precious one!  This is to be
a session you will remember for a very long time!"

James circled her breasts, stroking her shoulders and neck before he ran his
hands across her stomach, then, making sure to skirt her mons, he slid them
down her legs, massaging the flesh as he went.  On their return journey up
her legs, he concentrated on the insides, the flesh reacting to his touch.
Higher and higher he went.  Now he was on her thighs, now near the top!  Her
flesh quivered in anticipation!  At last his fingers were at the very top --
she could feel them close to her cunt, stroking, stroking, stroking the tiny
spots of flesh beside her aching cunt.  She desperately tried to twist
herself onto his fingers, but she had been too expertly tied.

"Oh! God!" she wailed, "I can't stand it! Pleaseeee!  Nooooo!"

This last cry accompanied the moment when James took his hands away and
returned to the chair.  There, he slowly removed all of his clothes, like
Kate folding each one neatly and placing it on the chair.  His cock sprang
free as he peeled his pants down, and as soon as he had placed them on top
of the pile of clothes, he grasped his rigid cock and began to rub it along
its length.  To Kate's surprise, Christina took his hands away and began to
fondle it herself.  Her eyes never leaving Kate's imploring face, she bent
forward and took its length into her mouth, her tongue exploring its purple
and swollen head, something Kate had never imagined she would ever see. Kate
watched in amazement as the stiff cock, glistening with Christina's saliva,
slid in and out of her mouth.  He was moaning with pleasure and the build up
of need.

But his need was nothing compared to Kate's!  At last Christina let his cock
slip from her mouth.

"Go," she said, "Go and attend to Kate."

At last, thought Kate, and she watched James padding across towards her, his
stiff, glistening cock bobbing up and down.  He went behind her, and yet
again she felt his teasing hands exploring her back, only this time her
frustration was added to by the hard, warm cock she could feel brushing her
bottom.

"Please!" she implored, "No more!"

James sank to his knees and, parting her cheeks, he began to lick her
bottom, burying his tongue inside her dark hole.  She pushed back against
him, panting and pleading for him to touch her cunt.  After a few minutes he
rose and, grasping his cock, he slid it between her widespread legs.  The
effect of it rasping across her sopping cunt was electric, especially when
both his hands came round to grip her nipples, pulling them outwards from
the proudly upstanding tits.

"I can't stand this anymore!" she screamed, "For God's sake!  Fuck me!"

Christina motioned James to stop, and he did instantly, accompanied by more
wailing and pleading from Kate.  Christina came across and released Kate's
legs, but not before she had fitted a spreader to her ankles.  After all,
she said, we can't have Kate getting herself off by squeezing her legs
together.  Then her arms were lowered and Kate was lead, hobbling, to the
punishment stool, where she was again securely fastened.  Kate noticed that
her stomach was slightly more raised than usual, a hard, curved object
having been placed beneath her.  This, she soon realised, prevented any
attempt by her to grind her aching cunt into the punishment stool.

"And now for your spanking, you naughty girl!" she heard Christian say.  She
prayed it would be James who spanked her, because not only was he less hard
than Christina, but she often managed to come when he spanked her.  As soon
as the first blow struck her, a soft one designed just to warm her bottom
ready for later, she knew that she had been thwarted.  It was Christina, and
she proceeded to give Kate a thoroughly professional spanking, gradually
getting hard enough to really sting, yet never of the kind that would enable
the blessed release of orgasm.

While the spanking was taking place, James had been standing in front of
Kate watching her wriggle and squeal.  He had been steadily wanking his
cock, and Kate marvelled that he had managed not to come -- and was
desperately hoping that he didn't, as she longed to feel his spunk shooting
inside her cunt.  At last Christina finished, and Kate's bottom was a rosy
red and, whilst not painful, she could still feel it throbbing.  Christina
allowed her hand to trail across the warm bottom, and she deliberately
dipped it between Kate's legs, ever so lightly hinting that she might let it
touch the equally throbbing cunt.  Kate let out a long, pleading sound, but
Christina immediately rose, and turning to James she barked:

"Enough of that!  Come and prepare Kate for her next torment!"

"Please, Mistress," begged Kate, "I can't stand anymore!  Please let me
come!"

Christina ignored her, but James did as he was told.  He came round behind
Kate and, bending over her, he parted the cheeks of her arse and began to
lick her.  It was not long before she was writhing under his skilful tongue,
and once again pleading for her orgasm.  When she was really wet -- her arse,
that is -- her cunt might also have been wet, indeed it was sopping, but no
one was attending to it! -- she felt him inserting the speculum.  She
thrilled to the cool touch as the steel implement slid inside her, and then
she felt her bottom being stretched as the screws were tightened -- she
couldn't remember her bottom ever having been so widely stretched before.
Christina bent down to her face and said:

"Look, my dear, I have a new toy!  It has a magical effect when it is
inserted deep inside your bottom.  Watch! See what it does!"

She held up a thin steel bar to which was attached a small circular set of
metal brushes.  When she switched it on, the brushes whirled at a great
speed and Kate could feel them tickling her skin as Christina brought them
close to her face.  She switched it off and disappeared round behind Kate.
An extra twist of the screws opened Kate's bum a little wider and then she
was aware of the metal rod being inserted.  To be truthful, she couldn't
feel it -- Christina was careful to avoid touching the inside of her arse --
but she leapt as much as her bonds would allow when Christina switched it
on!  Deep inside her, Kate could feel this insistent scratching on the wall
of her bottom.  It was delicious, yet it was maddening!  She cried out with
the combined pleasure and frustration.

"Oh! God! It feels wonderful!" she cried, "I am sure I will be able to cum!
Please make it make me cum! Please touch my cunt!"

"All in good time, my dear," laughed Christina, "First I need my poor cunt
attending to.  James! Come here and lick me!"

So saying, she lay on the floor in front of Kate and spread her legs wide.
James knelt in between her knees and gently parted the lips of her cunt
before bending forward and running his tongue up the full length of the wet,
red gash.

Simultaneously Christina cried out how good it felt and Kate howled with
frustration, pleading that her own cunt should receive the same attention.
It was not long before Christina reached a mighty climax, roaring as she
swept over the edge of a powerful orgasm, urging James to lick deeper,
harder, stronger.  Kate meanwhile was sobbing with the agony of the nagging
little wheel deep inside her.  It was enough to tickle her in a most erotic
way but tantalizingly not strong enough to help her over the edge to her own
orgasm.

At last Christina recovered enough from her orgasm to direct James to
release Kate from her torment.  He removed the wheel and the speculum,
allowing his hands to brush her cunt as he did so, which caused squeals to
escape from Kate's as lips.  Then he slowly undid the straps that bound her
to the punishment stool, all the while ensuring that he stroked and touched
her lightly -- he marvelled at how wet her cunt was, and he was sure that it
had never been so wet, juices were running freely from it as he carried out
his task.  Kate's body was covered in sweat and she trembled violently as he
led her across to the couch.  She was pleading with him to touch her and
make her come, but he knew his instructions -- and what lay in store for
Kate.

Christina was waiting for them.  She had strapped one of her largest dildos
to herself and she was lying on the couch.  The dildo was a magnificent
specimen!  It was about eleven inches long and very fat, its shaft gnarled
like a real cock and its circumcised head perfectly shaped.

"Suck me!" she ordered Kate, "and make me ready to slip inside you!"

Kate bent her head and slowly took the cock into her mouth.  She almost
gagged as she struggled to take it all into her mouth, but she was an expert
sucker, even though she had only had two cocks to practice one (she had, of
course, sucked many of Christina's dildos as well).  She used her tongue to
run the length of the artificial cock, and she felt Christina react under
her attentions, and she realised that the dildo had an extension that was
deep inside Christina's cunt.  She also felt the electric charge that
touched her clit as she was bending over her task!  She screamed, as best
she could with a mouth full of such a large cock, as she realised that James
was playing a tiny electric pulsar over her swollen clit.  Her knees began
to buckle as she was faint with exhaustion, and James had to support her.

"You have suffered enough, my dear," said Christina gently, " and now you
shall have your reward.  Come up here and slid yourself onto my cock!"

James helped the poor girl up onto the couch and she poised herself above
the mighty cock.  James guided it to her hole and then she began to sink
down on the giant tool.  She gasped as he felt the lips of her cunt
stretched wide as she slowly lowered herself down.  James marvelled to see
how widely the enormous cock was parting her cunt, but he was also amazed at
how easily it slipped in.  Fully impaled, Kate began to ride the cock
slowly, incoherent babbling about how good it felt.

"Kiss me!" ordered Christina, and Kate bent her head to meet Christina's
eager tongue, her own responding.  Their tits met and ground into each other
as Kate felt even more stretched by the change of position.  She realised
that James was fastening her ankle cuffs to the bench and then her wrists.
She couldn't understand why, but her mind was not clear, so intense was the
satisfaction of having her cunt attended to at last.  She felt Christina
fucking underneath her and she responded, knowing that her long-awaited
orgasm was fast approaching.

"Be still!" she heard James say, and felt Christina's hands in the small of
her back, pulling her hard down on top of her and stopping her humping
movements.  She felt him climbing onto the table and then she screamed with
pleasure as she felt her bottom being gently probed.  Almost at once he
parted the cheeks of her arse and she felt his cock pushing at her ring.  So
well stretched had it been by their attentions to it earlier, that his well
lubricated cock began to slide in quite easily.  She had had many vibrators,
fingers, tongues and small probes up there before, but never anything this
large and never a real cock.

"Oh! God!" she cried, "Oh! God! It' so big!  So wonderful! "

James sank the last few inches of his engorged cock right inside her, and he
paused to look at the sight of his cock right up Kate's arse.  It was very
erotic, and he knew that he couldn't hold off his own orgasm for long, so
powerful had been their play today.  Steadying himself with his hands on her
hips, he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes.  Each inward thrust
forced her down onto Christina's cock, and Kate felt the beauty of a double
fucking.  She could feel the two cocks inside her and it seemed that they
were touching through the thin piece of skin that separated her cunt from
her arse.

"Oh! God! I'm going to come!" she shouted, "I'm going to come so hard!  Oh!
God! Oh! God! Oh! God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssssss!"

Both Christina and James cried out too as their own orgasms flooded their
bodies.  Kate felt James cock swell up and then begin to pump his spunk deep
inside her arse -- such a marvelous feeling!  She loved the feel of spunk
inside her and now she was experiencing it up her arse for the first time,
and it felt so good. Her whole body was tingling with sensations, which
seemed both to be flooding her whole body, yet concentrated in that small
area of her cunt and arse.

They were all absolutely exhausted by their games, but Kate especially.  She
had been held on the edge of orgasm for nearly two hours, and her body was
bathed in sweat.  When she had finally come it had felt like her whole body
was going to explode -- she had definitely never experienced anything like
it.  The sexual tension of teasing had also taken its toll on both James and
Christina, and they lay panting for many minutes before they began to
recover.  At last James gently eased his flagging cock from Kate's arse, and
she gave a loan moan as her ring tried to hold onto it before it slipped
from her grasp.  He slipped off the table and undid Kate's wrists and
ankles, and she slid onto the floor where she lay, quietly sobbing with
pleasure and relief.  Christina rose from the table and they all went to the
shower where Kate was lovingly washed by them both, but none of them wanted
any more sexual stimulation.

It was a somewhat weary and stiff Kate who made her way back to her rooms,
but her whole body glowed with fulfillment.   She flopped onto her bed and
slept soundly for several hours.

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The morning of her last day at St. Margaret's dawned.  Her father was to
collect her at 6.30 that evening.  The end of term was not until the
following Wednesday, but already the whole school was in festive mood.
There were lots of activities for the pupils to do, normal lesson having
been suspended.  At 1.30 she made her way over to the Head's house.  She had
already discussed her plan with Christina, who had approved what she was
going to do, and had assured Kate that she would send James across to the
house at 2 o'clock on the dot.  Kate carefully set things out just as she
wanted them, and at 2 o'clock she heard James come into the house.  He came
up the stairs and opened the door of the playroom.

"Christina says you have a surpr.....Oh! My God! Kate!  That is sooo
beautiful!"

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It had taken a considerable amount of persuasion to get Carolyn's agreement.
  Admittedly Kate's own liking for control and spanking had meant that she
had introduced the young girl to both from the beginning of the summer term.
She had broached the idea of spanking by hinting that she herself had
received many erotic spankings without going into any details.  She had
gently taken Carolyn over her knee and lightly spanked her bottom, using
soft strokes and lots of wandering between her legs.  She had felt Carolyn
wriggling under her and sensed that she was finding it arousing, and so over
the next few weeks she had spanked her more often and gradually getting
harder.  She knew that the girl was finding it most pleasant, and it became
a regular part of their games.

Next she had broached the idea of bondage, explaining to the innocent young
girl how much more erotic it was to be helpless as someone brought you to
the edge of orgasm time and again.  Eventually she had agreed and Kate had
tied her wrists to the head of her bed, then stretched her legs widely
before securing them to the feet of the divan.  Once secured, she had used
all her considerable skill to tease and torment the poor girl until she was
pleading for an orgasm, which Kate had lovingly given the sobbing girl.
That, too, then became a part of their lovemaking on many occasions.

It was not until almost the last week of term that Kate had come up with her
plan.  She had been thinking what she could give James as a farewell present
-- she owed him so much, and not just in the wealth of sexual pleasure and
experience he had given her.  No, she had also received so much help in the
development of her personality and her education from him, and her place at
Oxford was in no small measure due to his influence.  And then she had
thought of the perfect present!

Convincing Carolyn had been another matter!  She was, after all barely
thirteen, and Kate had been her first -- and only -- experience, and the
initial thought of giving herself to anyone other than Kate, and a man at
that -- and the Headmaster! -- had taken a considerable amount of persuasion.
However, by a mixture of techniques, Kate had eventually succeeded.  She had
told Carolyn all about her own experiences -- all of them -- usually as she
was building her up to orgasm, knowing that the explicit details would both
amaze and excite the young girl.  Then she had also asked her repeatedly if
she would agree whilst holding her on the edge of orgasm.  In some ways this
was most unfair -- the girl was so desperate for her orgasm that she would
probably have agreed to anything!  But in the end, she had, and so on that
last Friday afternoon Carolyn had come to Kate's room after lunch, and they
had made their way over to the Head's house.

When they entered the playroom, Carolyn had again had second thoughts.  The
array of restraint equipment was most intimidating, but Kate had gently
explained that all their games were designed to give pleasure and that the
equipment merely served to add to that pleasure.  Kate had stripped the
young girl naked, folding her clothes neatly on the chair in the corner. She
had then taken great care in the way in which she had secured her to the
couch.  Her legs she had drawn up and out so that the pink lips of her cunt
were very accessible, whilst her arms she had secured to the sides of the
bench.  Once she was happy with the way in which Carolyn looked, she added a
gag, explaining that it was so that she did not distract the Headmaster.
Then she had gone between Carolyn's legs and gently licked her, making sure
that she was already beginning to get aroused.  By the time she heard the
key in the lock, Carolyn was very wet, moisture from Kate's lips and her own
leaking cunt making the tiny golden curls glisten, and very ready for an
orgasm!


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The look on James's face was a joy for Kate to behold.  His jaw had dropped
open and he was staring at the erotic sight before him.  He seemed
transfixed.

"She is my present for you," said Kate, "to thank you for all that you have
done for me.  Something for you to play with and to remember me by.  Her
name is Carolyn, and she is just thirteen -- two years younger than I was the
first time you had me. She is well trained.  She takes a spanking, although
not very hard at the moment, and she has been introduced to licking and
fingering and she adores her arse licked.  She can take small vibrators up
both her bottom and her cunt and she comes beautifully.  She loves it all,
don't you my dear?"

Carolyn nodded, her eyes wide with apprehension, but her cunt twitching with
the need to cum which Kate has caused by her teasing.

"Come", said Kate, "Take her -- she is yours."

James approached the couch and he gently reached out his hand to touch the
proffered cunt.  Carolyn twitched when she felt his hands on her, and a soft
moan escaped her lips.  Throughout the next forty-five minutes James used
all his skills to gently take the young girl to the edge of orgasm and hold
her there.  His practiced hands and tongue drove her to distraction, and she
squirmed against her bonds as the desire for an orgasm became unbearable.
She was mewling and panting, her eyes, looking up at Kate, were pleading for
the relief of an orgasm. All the while, Kate stood at her head, stroking her
hair and reassuring her that everything would be fine and that she would
come eventually.  She also played with the girl's tits, standing out proudly
from her young body like two pale cones, occasionally tweaking the nipples
quite hard and pulling and stretching them away from her straining body.  At
last James let her over the edge. She was struggling and her legs were
paddling as much as they could within her tight constraint.  Then her whole
body tensed up and she screamed through the gag as she had one of the most
powerful orgasms of her life.

Kate soothed her sweating brow, stroking her tits and her stomach, as she
came down from the heights.  She removed the gag from the sobbing girl's
mouth and then leant forward and kissed her gently on the head.

"Oh! Kate," the girl sobbed, "He did me so nicely! So wonderful! It felt so,
so good!"

"I know," replied Kate, "It will be that good every time, and it will get
better.  There is so much more for you to learn about your body. The
Headmaster can give you so much pleasure, so let yourself enjoy every moment
and every experience! Goodbye, my little sweet. Remember me -- and have fun!"

She went to the end of the couch, and kissed James lightly on the cheek.

"And thank you, too," she added," I will leave you and Carolyn to get to
know each other a little better.  Take good care of her. I shall always
remember you with love and gratitude.  Maybe I can come down to see you one
day.  Goodbye."

She crossed the room and let herself out, a tear trickling down her cheek.
Dad will be here soon, she thought, so I must finish my packing.


Epilogue.

This is a true story.  Well, that is not quite accurate.  I have known Kate
since her mother and she moved to Sussex.  When she came down from
university, her passion for older men meant that we had a very intense, but
sadly all too brief, affair.  During that time she told me all about her
experiences at St. Margaret's and that is what I have retold here.
Obviously I was not actually present (more's the pity!), so there is an
element of my imagination in the recounting, but I hope it does not spoil
your enjoyment.