Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2014 12:05:17 -0800
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caning at Boarding School (lesbian/Authoritarian, mas, oral, ff/FF

Warning:

Authoritarian, mas, oral, ff/FF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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           Caning at Boarding School
                      By
                     Jan


	I was a student in a rural English Catholic
boarding school in the early eighties. The staff was a
mixture of nuns and lay teachers.  Discipline was very
important at the school, and corporal punishment was
common place.

	I was a shy and demure creature.  I had avoided
running afoul of school rules until an incident when I
was fifteen.  My friend Katy and I were standing at
the playing fields, talking, Katy enjoying a cigarette
as we gossiped and engaged in small talk.  Whilst we
were talking we were surprised by a shriek of pain as
our hair was yanked.  It was Mrs. McMillan, one of
our teachers, pulling our hair.  She screamed, "Katy
you and Anita have been caught red handed smoking!"

	I had never puffed a cigarette in my life.

	The upshot of all this was that we were ordered
to attend her office for caning that evening.  Katy
thought it was amusing, but I was petrified and the
waiting was terrible.

	We arrived at Mrs. McMillan's office at 3.30pm
after our last class that day, and I was trembling
before Mrs. McMillan opened the door.  She was a
woman in her mid-forties with dark shoulder length
hair.  She was slightly plump and she wore a rather
loose dress to try and hide her figure.

	When we entered the office we noticed Sister
Jane, one of the nuns and one of our teachers.  She
was a rather plain looking woman with greying hair as
far as I could tell.  She was a Irish lady who had a
reputation for being really strict.  I was really
nervous.  I feared what was going to happen?

	Mrs. McMillan produced a packet of king size
cigarettes and handed one to Katy and myself.  She
lit one for herself and lit up for Katy and me.  I had
no choice but to inhale, and I coughed and spluttered
as a result.  Sister Jane was smiling as she watched
our reaction.  Katy had no problem smoking her
cigarette, while I struggled not to cough, and I
turned pale as a result.

	Once this ritual smoking was over Mrs. McMillan
instructed us to both touch our toes.  Katy was still
giggling, thinking it was all a big laugh.  Sister Jane
walked over and was handed a long thin cane.  Mrs.
McMillan also had one of these implements in her
possession.  We were to be caned simultaneously.

	We were instructed to lift our skirts and lower
our tights for punishment.  I felt the first whoosh of
the cane on my bum, and it took my breath away.  The
pain was instant.  Before I could let out a cry the
second blow struck almost the same area of my bum.
Mrs. McMillan had kicked off her shoes, I noticed
because I was looking between my legs.

	Katy seemed to be getting a much harder
beating from Sister Jane, and she was calling her a
"dirty little whore."  Katy's bravery had subsided and
she was now crying and pleading for her to stop.
Sister Jane's glasses had come off during the
process.  Mrs. McMillan had to stop Sister Jane from
beating Katy before she drew blood, after she had
finished beating me.

	Thank heavens it was finally over, or so we
thought.  We pulled up our tights and pulled down our
skirts in preparation of leaving.  My tights held the
heat in.  I almost wanted to take them off, but was
afraid that I would get punished all the more.

	Mrs. McMillan said, "The pain and punishment is
over, now the pleasure begins!

	Sister Kane told Mrs. McMillan, "Pick the girl
you want as your plaything!"

	I still didn't really understand what was going
on.

	"I'll have Anita," was Mrs. McMillan's choice.

	Katy understood what was happening and she
had a big grin on her face.

	Mrs. McMillan gathered me up in her arms, while
telling me to relax.  She told me, "Unbutton my
dress!"  My trembling fingers managed to unfasten
her dress and soon her bra was off too.  Tears were
still running down my cheeks as a result of the caning,
as I had the first passionate tongue kiss of my life.  I
could taste a lot of nicotine as my tongue rolled
around hers.  She was obviously a heavy smoker.  She
pulled me by my hair and shoved my face into her tits.

	I licked them with my tongue because I thought
I was expected to do that, but she smashed my
mouth against her nipple until I took it into my mouth
and sucked on it.  As I noticed her nipples becoming
erect the moans and groans of the teacher's pleasure
started."  Not too loud, Barbara," Sister Jane
whispered.  I noticed Katy was buried deep in
between Sister Jane's legs.  Katy was still sobbing, at
the same time she was lapping at the nun's hairy
pussy.

	As Mrs. McMillan removed her tights and
knickers I was told to remove all my clothing.  Both
Katy and I were instructed to lie on top of the desk.

	We were lying next to each other with our
heads side by side.  I wondered what was coming
next, at the same time I feared what was coming, so
I looked away.  Then I felt a stroking hand between
my legs, making me feel good.  I looked up at Mrs.
McMillan, and her sagging breasts were bouncing, as
she started to finger fuck me.

	I couldn't believe the way I felt as she expertly
used her forefinger and middle finger.  She was
obviously very experienced. I was oblivious to what
was going on next to me, as I had my orgasm, and my
entire body shuddered in unadulterated pleasure. It
was the greatest feeling I had ever had.  My
thoughts turned next from me to Katy.

	For someone who seemed so upset at the
thought of all this, her face was shiny with a mixture
of saliva and the nun's pussy juices.  Katy absolutely
loved what Sister Jane was doing to her.  She was
emitting sounds like, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

	Sister Jane said, "She's about to fuckin' come!"

	Indeed Katy did and she was delirious in
pleasure, kissing passionately all over the naked nun's
body.  The only thing left to do was for me to
pleasure Mrs. McMillan.

	She sat on her chair, yanked my hair and thrust
my head between her legs for my first taste of
pussy.  My immediate memory of the first taste was
of stale urine on her greying pubic hairs.  But as my
tongue found its way into her vagina, her hands
gripped my long hair tighter as she directed me to
probe the depths and stimulate her throbbing clit.
My tongue was inducing moisture and pleasure from
her, and she seemed to delight on my feeding on her
body.  My face was soaked in her juices as she
climaxed, as she stroked my bum, still very sore from
the caning.

When we were allowed to get dressed, we were
warned not to smoke anymore, and warned not to
mention our fun to anyone.  Mrs. McMillan had her
way with me on several occasions after that.

	Sister Jane also found occasions to punish me
for some imaginary infraction or other.  Her sadistic
streak really ignited something inside me for my
sexual future.  I became a submissive sex slave to any
woman that treated me like a slut, and allowed them
to punish me anyway they wanted.

	I didn't know if Katy was ravished by Sister
Jane again.  I'm sure she was, but we never spoke
about it.  After graduation I lost track of her.



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