Chapter One
“OK, Class. Pay attention.”
How could we not pay attention when he’s so good looking with those heavily lashed
dark eyes that seem to smolder when he looks at each of us as if we are the only girl in
the class that holds his interest. Melting at the sight of his sculpted lips twisted in a
half smile of self-satisfaction I shift slightly in my seat and try to pull down my skirt,
but it’s so short that even when I do it barely covers my stocking tops. Trying to
remember if I’m wearing panties or not I straighten up and look at the blackboard, which
is headed with today’s date and then the words, ‘Sex Lesson Two: Anatomy’.
“Now today it’s going to be breasts, and I would like a volunteer to help me.
Anyone?” His eyes sweep round the classroom, meeting mine and pausing long enough to make
my stomach knot, but then he moves on, looking for someone else. Thank God! I’m new here
and I’m a long way from ready to make an exhibition of myself in front of the whole
class.
“What about...What about you, Selena?”
Hardly a surprise he’s chosen Selena if it’s breasts today. I saw her in the changing
room earlier and she’s got a tiny rib cage adorned with breasts so lush and outstanding I
could scarcely believe they were real. Although since I’ve been here, I’ve been constantly
reminding myself that I’m heterosexual. I spent the next hour fantasizing about what they
would feel like in my hand. Of course she knows how gorgeous they are, and as she high
heels her way to the front of the class she’s got a ‘cat at the cream’ look about her, and
her eyes scarcely leave his as she goes to stand beside him.
“Thank you, Selena.” He’s got his arm round her shoulders as he looks round at us
again. “Right class, I’m sure you can remember from last week’s lesson. What are breasts
for?”
A hand goes up behind me and I recognize Xandra’s voice. I like Xandra. She’s been
here a lot longer than I have and she’s got a kind face. “To be flaunted, Sir.”
“Exactly! Well done. Anything else?
“To be kissed and fondled, Sir.”
“Good. In a moment I’ll ask a couple of you to come up and try out kissing and
fondling. Any volunteers to kiss and fondle Selena’s breasts?”
Me! Me! Me! I didn’t call that out of course, but that’s what I was thinking. God
what’s wrong with me? I’ve always loved sex, but this place is too much and I’m moist from
morning till night. The girls are all so gorgeous, and as for him, Sebastian, or “Mr.
Crowley” as we have to call him, he could do anything to me he wanted and I’d still be
begging for more! I know when I look at him closely I can see his best years are behind
him but it makes no difference, I’m still fantasizing about him most of each day. Trying
not to draw attention to myself I haven’t put my hand up, but half the class has, which is
no surprise. We’d all love to have a one-on-one session with Selena’s wonderful breasts.
“OK, I’ll pick a couple of you in a minute, but first I’ll give a simple
demonstration myself. Can you take your blouse off, Selena? We’ll jump flaunting for the
moment, but take it off slowly to give the class the full benefit, then put your hands on
your head so they can be seen at their best.”
Selena isn’t a girl who needs any lessons in flaunting her breasts, and taking centre
stage she stares at us with all the self satisfaction of someone who knows that no one can
keep their eyes off her. Then she unbuttons and peels her blouse off, reveling in the
indrawn breath none of us can stifle when her naked breasts make their entrance. Arguably
mine are better being more in proportion, but for sheer breathtaking spectacle hers are in
a class of their own, large, firm and impossibly projectile as they strain out of her rib
cage. I’m almost regretting that I didn’t volunteer, and I can see from the look of
anticipation in Mr. Crowley’s eyes that he’s really going to enjoy today’s lesson. This is
a man who’s happy in his job.
“Now watch this,” he says and positions himself behind her, then lowering his mouth
to the base of her neck starts to kiss her there while his two hands snake round from
behind her and envelop each breast. His fondling and kissing joins together in a duet of
stimulation and I can see him working his fingers on her nipples to increase the effect.
In a minute she’s giving in to the pleasure of it as if it’s just the two of them alone,
but knowing her, I suspect she’s finding it even better because she has an audience. As I
sit here watching his hands and her breasts and the pleasure glowing from their two faces
I’m feeling it myself, as if it were my breasts being stimulated by him. I’m having to
fight reaching a hand down under my skirt.
Suddenly he looks up, his eyes different and sharply focused. “Jennifer!”
Jennifer is constantly getting herself in trouble, and I wonder what it is this time.
“Jennifer, are you chewing gum?”
“Yes, Sir, but......”
He’s released Selena who looks less than happy at having her moment of pleasurable
glory interrupted.
“Come up here, Jennifer.”
She does so, but reluctantly, her head hanging and her bunches drooping. This is a
girl who is getting all too used to being punished and is afraid what this one will be.
“This is the third time in two days I’ve had to talk to you. Bend over the desk, will
you.”
“But, Sir....
He’s not having any nonsense from her. “I said, Bend over the desk!”
I can feel my heart starting to race as it always does when one of the girls is going
to be punished, partially because when I get to watch it makes me strangely excited and
because I take it for granted that one day it will be my turn. I’ve never been spanked in
my life, but since the first time he took one of the girls across his knee in front of the
class and even pulled her knickers down before soundly spanking her, the thought of it has
become a new erotic trigger. The idea is one thing of course and the reality another. I’m
not sure I could cope with actually being spanked myself, particularly when I saw just how
thoroughly it was done, but we live on a knife edge here and we’re all at risk. The
trouble is, I could see how much he enjoyed it and that under his smooth exterior he’s a
sadist, but it’s only served to make him even more attractive to me which is making
everything much too complicated. Every minute here is a cocktail of fear and arousal and I
only hope I will be able to go on coping with it.
I’ve lost all interest in Selena and her luscious breasts; all my concentration is
now on what’s happening with Jennifer. Even before he’s laid a finger on her my heart is
racing; I’m shocked to realize that I’m glad I’m sitting close to the front so I’ll get a
good view. I don’t want Jennifer to suffer of course, but the punishments here are like a
car crash for which I need to see every detail. I know when I play this back in my head
tonight I’ll end up masturbating, so it’s important I don’t miss any detail. Carefully so
no one can see I slip my hand just an inch or so up my skirt to check how things are there
and, yes, I have got panties on, which is probably a good thing, and no surprise that
they’re already moist.
The variation on the punishment theme here is so complex it makes calculus seem easy.
Instant retribution, or by appointment; across the knee or across the desk; in front of
the class or in private, knickers up, knickers down, knickers off, (sometimes even naked).
Hand, slipper, strap or cane depending on how serious the crime and the mood of Mr.
Crowley or whichever teacher is dishing it out. So far this one is instant retribution
across the desk in front of the class, but what other variation will apply I can’t guess.
She’s only going to be punished because she was chewing gum, which is pretty bland in the
scheme of things, so I would guess maybe panties up and with the slipper, but then, along
with the other teachers, even the female teacher, I can see how much he relishes that
moment when he pulls any of the girls panties down so he won’t want to miss out on that.
As I wait for the scene to unfold I look round the classroom and realize just how
surreal this is. Selena is still standing in front of us with her hands on her head and
her scene-stealing breasts on full naked display, but no one is taking any notice of her
at all as we are all waiting to see exactly how Jennifer is going to be punished. Even
before her skirt is pulled up she’s giving us all a visual treat. Bent over like this we
can just make out her little white panties above the tops of her stockings, so at least
for once she’s got some on. At any one time about half the class isn’t wearing any, and
today I’m one of the lucky ones who have. I can’t help noticing that she’s got really good
legs, long, slim and shapely. I’m guessing that she’ll be the ‘volunteer’ for the next
lesson in this series, which I know from the time table is going to be ‘legs’ before we
move on to do vaginas and bottoms.
Mr. Crowley has already got his hand on her bottom, giving it a good feel as he
always does on these occasions, exploring it thoroughly through the thin cotton of her
panties. I’m jealous of both of them; her having her sensitive places explored like this,
and him for enjoying what has to be said is a very cute little derriere; but then again,
if it were me up there bent across his desk it would be my bottom shortly at the receiving
end of what will inevitably be a very thorough spanking. I know I’m a long way from being
ready for that.
Without taking his hand from her bottom he glances up and calls out to the class that
he needs two volunteers. “Sarah, Jasmine. You’ll do. Come up now will you.”
What does he need volunteers for, surely not to spank her? Already I know how much he
enjoys doing that so he wouldn’t pass up the chance.
“Right!” Sarah and Jasmine are up there now, looking as confused about this as I
feel. I’m not sure what he has in mind, but I soon find out. “Go round the other side of
the desk will you. That’s right. Now take a wrist each and hold her firmly in position so
she can’t get away.”
There’s a ripple running through the classroom, a new tension in the air as we
realize that this might be something serious. Twice in the last two days he’s spanked her
across his knee, both times pretty thoroughly, and although she screamed and struggled a
lot she didn’t actually try and get away, so what’s different about this time? Pinned into
position across the desk she’s trying to struggle free, understanding that this is going
to be way beyond anything she expected. Standing behind her he’s got her skirt up round
her waist and is slowly pulling down her panties so the entire class can see her perfect
young bottom and the little pink kiss nestling between the top of her legs.
“But, Sir!” she’s calling out, real panic in her voice. “But, Sir, I was only chewing
gum!”
“This time you were only chewing gum, but day after day there’s been some problem or
other with you. Clearly, the spankings I’ve been giving you aren’t enough.” He gives her
bottom a very thorough exploration, trailing his fingers up between her legs so that
despite her fear she gives a little shudder of involuntary arousal. “This time I’m going
to give you a lesson that might last.”
He reached for the cane that hangs from a hook at the side of his desk and I can’t
believe it, my blood turning to ice and my stomach knotting. She’s held down across his
desk and she’s going to be caned on her bare bottom, and although I’m a new girl I’ve
already picked up that whatever happens here happens for real. Bent across the desk she
can’t see anything, but the icy silence of a dozen or so girls not breathing is telling
her everything she doesn’t want to know. She begins to call out in terror. I can barely
stand it, feeling her anguish as she struggles ineffectively to get free. My own body is
now clenched up in sympathy. He’s completely lost in what he’s about to do. He has taken
off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves and, having braced his feet firmly on the floor,
has swung his arm back as far as it will go, a look of suppressed cruelty lighting up his
face...
“CUT!”
The director’s voice brings it all to a close, and as the cameras stop whirring we
all let out a collective sigh of relief. Frozen in position for the last ten minutes
Selena takes her hands off her head and Jasmine and Sarah help Jennifer to get up.
“OK, gang, take a break. We’ll start filming again at eight in the morning, so you
can all go home.”
The horror is over, for now anyway. It seems I’ve survived another day on the set of
“The Naughtiest Girl at St Mary’s”.
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