Alison's Story

Chapter 20

 

I made my way slowly to the front of the class, avoiding making eye contact with any of them.  They all fell silent, watching me intently.  I had no way of knowing how many of the boys had been watching as I’d been used the previous days.  Perhaps some of them had even enjoyed me?  I felt my heart quicken.  Sharon and her gang had stripped and humiliated me in my own home the previous evening, and I didn’t doubt for a moment that everyone in the room knew all the sordid details of that episode.

 

After what seemed like an age I reached the front of the class and slowly turned to face my tormentors.  Fourteen eager faces were focussed on me, each with a mocking smile and a knowing look. 

 

I cleared my throat nervously, then said, “Right then, everyone, take your seats please, and then we can start our work.”  My voice sounded weak and small.  They looked at one another for a moment, then all burst into laughter.

 

“Shit!  That’s a good one, Alison!”  Adam laughed.  The others laughed too. “Work?  Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?  We’re not here to work!  We’re here to have some fun before the end of term next week, and then we’re out of this shit heap!”

 

His words struck me like a slap in the face.  There was to be no pretence, no games.  He had made himself perfectly clear. He had nothing but contempt for me, and left everyone in no doubt who was in charge in the room.  As the others continued to giggle, he sauntered casually to the front of the class and stood just behind me.  I felt his hand slip easily around my waist and I suppressed a shudder of apprehension.  He spoke with total confidence, playing to the gallery, savouring the moment.

 

“You didn’t really think you were going to make us work, did you?” He sneered, “What fucking difference do you think it will make now even if we did?  And do you think for a moment that we’re going to listen to any more of your fucking boring shit about Shakespeare? Come off it, Alison, even you’re not that fucking stupid!”  More laughter.  I felt my face flush with shame and impotent rage.

 

“No, I thought we’d just spend the next few days having a bit of fun, and then we can all get out of this dump, ok?”

 

My mouth had gone dry.  I could feel my heart beating against my chest.  I knew what was coming.

 

“So what are we going to do for the next few days, hmm?  You got any ideas, Alison?  You don’t mind if we call you Alison, do you?”  He asked, sounding perfectly reasonable. I shook my head slightly, there was another wave of giggles.

 

“You can’t think of anything that might be a bit of fun?  Alison you do disappoint me!” He lectured. Some of the boys had slumped into chairs, their feet up on the desks clearly enjoying the show, Sharon and the other girls watched from the side of the room, sly grins on their faces.  I felt Adam’s hand snake around my waist then begin to climb.  His other hand rested on my shoulder, then began to stroke my neck.

 

“Now let’s see if we can’t come up with some way of keeping everyone happy for the next few days.”  He chuckled.  I felt panic rising in me.

 

“Please Adam, not here, please.” I whispered.  Some of the boys sniggered.

 

“Oh come on now, Alison, don’t be like that!  We’re all friends here, you know.  Now what do you like to do with yourself, when you’re not boring people stupid with all that literature shit?”  More laughter.  I was unable to make any response.  I just stood there as he stroked my neck, his other hand moving closer to my breasts.

 

He slowly moved his hand until it was resting on my ribs, just touching my left breast.  Everyone in the room was watching intently, the atmosphere was electric!  Slowly, he extended his thumb and ran it across my breast.  I made a soft whimpering sound, but didn’t move.  I felt utterly, deliciously humiliated, and I knew there was more to come.

 

“Come on, Alison, tell us what you like to do.”  He urged.  I made no response.  “Do you like to play games?  Maybe some grown-up games, yes?”  There were more sniggers from the boys.  “I bet you do!  I bet you like to play some really nice games.  Isn’t that right, Alison?”

 

His hand suddenly moved up and began to cup my breast, weighing it. I hung my head, not wanting to look at my audience.  His other hand dropped and began to stroke my bottom.  “Shall we play some nice games, Alison? Would you like to play some nice games with me and my friends, hmm?  What do you say?”

 

His fingers found my nipple, began to tease and stroke it.  I felt it begin to stiffen.  The classroom was totally silent.  All eyes on Adam as he played with my body, teasing and taunting me.  My heart was hammering against my rib cage.

 

“You’ve gone very quiet.  Come on, don’t be shy. Would you like to play some nice games, Alison?”

 

“Please Adam.  Please don’t.”  I whispered.

 

“Who’d like to see Alison’s tits?”  He asked the others.  There were cheers and laughs.  “Yeah!  Let’s get the games off to a nice start, shall we?  Why don’t you get your tits out then Alison, show everyone how friendly you are?” 

 

He giggled to himself, then stood back and leant casually against the wall.  I glanced up to see all of them watching intently.  I tried to swallow, but my mouth had gone totally dry.  I reached for the top button on my blouse.  My hands were shaking so much I found it hard to open it.  Finally it sprang open. There was a sibilant hiss in the room as several of the boys muttered, “Yes!”  I reached for the next button.

 

I slowly opened each button, moving ever lower until I had opened the last one.  I glanced over at Adam, who grinned and nodded at me.  I took a deep breath, then opened my blouse and pushed it off my shoulders.  I let it fall down my arms, then I draped it over the back of my chair.  I stood there feeling horribly exposed, but with the now familiar excitement coursing through me.

 

“And the bra.” Adam barked.  I reached behind me and unfastened my bra, then removed it and placed it on top of my blouse.  Then I hung my head in shame as I lowered my arms and exposed my breasts for their amusement.

 

Adam stepped forward and reached ‘round, cupping both breasts. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.  I felt sick.  His thumbs circled my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure though me.  He pushed his hips into my bottom, his stiff cock easily identifiable.

 

“There now, isn’t that much more friendly?” He sniggered.  “You’ve got nice tits, you should show them off more.  Who thinks Alison’s got nice tits?”  There was a chorus of agreement and assent from the boys.

 

“What about you girls? Don’t you think she’s got nice tits?”  The girls giggled, then one of them said, “They’re all right, but they’re not as big as Julie’s!”  Julie squawked in shock and alarm, then they all laughed again.

 

“Who wants to see the rest?”  Adam asked, calmly. Of course all the boys immediately began to cheer and call for me to strip.  “Well there you go Alison, all the boys want to see the rest of you, and you wouldn’t want to disappoint them, now would you?”  Another cheer.  Adam stepped back again, leaving me to stand alone at the front of the classroom.  I glanced at them again.  Their eyes looked at me hungrily.  I was torn between wanting to run away and needing to give in, to surrender to them completely.

 

I reached behind me, feeling for the catch of my skirt.  One of the girls laughed briefly, then the room was silent again.  I fumbled with the catch, my fingers now shaking so much it took four or five attempts before it was open.  Then I lowered the zip and let it fall to the floor.  Several of the boys grunted as they took in the sight of me standing before them wearing only my plain, white knickers.  I drew in another raged breath, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers, then quickly pushed them down over my hips. I pulled them down to my ankles and stepped out of them, then I stood before them all, head bowed, stark naked.

 

“Now that’s much better Alison, don’t you think so boys?”  They all agreed.  “You’re much happier when you’re naked, aren’t you Alison?”  The boys laughed.  When I didn’t answer he delivered a stinging slap to my bottom, making me yelp.  There was another burst of laughter from the class, “I said ‘you’re much happier when you’re naked, aren’t you?’ Tell them how much you like to show your body off, go on, tell them.”  And then he leaned in close and whispered quietly in my ear, “Unless you want me to smack your arse first?”

 

“I like being naked.” I said hastily, “I love letting people see my body.”

 

“Yes, of course you do.  You like having your body played with as well, don’t you?”

 

“Yes Adam.”  I said, my voice barely audible.

 

“I tell you what, why don’t you lie on your desk here and then the boys can come and have a feel?  You’d like that, wouldn’t you Alison?”

 

I felt light headed, unsteady.  I knew I’d do it, so did Adam.  They all did.  Still there were gasps and murmurs as I sat on the desk, then lay back.

 

“Good girl.  Now why don’t you spread your legs so we can all see what you’ve got?  Oh, and don’t forget to invite everyone to came and have a feel will you Alison?”  He sniggered again.  Feeling more ashamed than I ever thought possible, I lay back on the desk, bent my knees and opened my thighs, exposing myself to their eager eyes.  Then I closed my eyes and said “If any of you want to touch me, go ahead.”

 

There was a moment of silence, then the room reverberated to the sound of chairs scraping on the floor as the boys stood and moved forward.  In moments I felt fingers stroke my thighs, hesitantly at first, and then with growing confidence.  My thighs were pulled even further apart and fingers began to stroke my pussy lips.  I gasped as one slipped between my folds and then I heard a voice say, “Fucking hell, she’s soaking!”

 

At that they all wanted a feel and any number of fingers were busy tormenting me. There were laughs and giggles as each of them felt how wet I’d become, lewd and insulting comments were made about my body.  Hands began to maul my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples.  I covered my face with my hands as they discovered my clit and began to tease and torment it mercilessly.  In moments I was writhing around on the desk, driven half-insane by the fingers busily stimulating me. 

 

I began to thrust my hips up to meet the invading fingers, opening my lips still further.  Immediately I felt a finger penetrate me, slipping effortlessly into my hot tunnel, followed by another and then a third.  I heard myself groan, then flushed as they laughed at my arousal.  A finger and thumb closed on my clit, pinching it gently, then began to rub my sensitive button, making me whimper like a shameless bitch.  Two mouths closed on my breasts, sucking on my nipples, the tongues flicking over them repeatedly.

 

I couldn’t catch my breath.  I was gasping and moaning, writhing around on the desk lost in a torment of ecstasy.   I was pushed further onto the desk, causing my head to hang over the edge, and then I felt someone climbing between my spread thighs.  I opened my eyes to see one of the boys positioning his cock at the entrance to my pussy.  I felt my lips part to allow him entry, and then he was pushing into me using determined strokes.  He quickly settled into a strong rhythm, driving his cock into me forcefully.  His classmates looked on, cheering and whistling.

 

I heard myself groan with each stroke, my whole body now on fire with desire.  My head was pushed down over the edge of the desk and a cock pressed against my mouth.  I immediately opened my lips and it slid in.  I began to suck it hungrily, lashing my tongue across the glans, feeling it twitch.  I reached up and took hold of the shaft, began to stroke it as I sucked and licked.  I heard it’s owner groan and then it began to shoot into my mouth.  I swallowed as much as I could, but was soon overwhelmed and felt the hot, sticky liquid run down my chin.  The cock in my pussy twitched and began to spurt inside me.  This was enough to drive me over the edge and I began to orgasm.  I heard them laugh again as they watched me climax, watched as I thrust my hips up to meet the cock inside me.  

 

I lay there, gasping and panting, recovering from a powerful orgasm.  I felt the cock slip from my pussy and the boy climbing off the desk.  Immediately another took his place and drove into me urgently.  I just lay there as he pounded into me, too shattered to even open my eyes to see who he was.  Within moments he had climaxed, shooting into me with a loud groan.  I was pulled around like a rag doll, turned over on the desk so that my bottom was presented for them.  And then another cock slipped easily into me.  Hands gripped my hips, pinching painfully, pulling me back onto the latest cock, which drove into me savagely.

 

I lost count of the number of times I was taken.  I seemed to have been bent over my desk for hours as cock after cock enjoyed me.  I glanced up to see the boys still standing around me, laughing among themselves, making remarks about my body or the performance of the boy currently enjoying me.  I looked around to see that the girls were sitting in the furthest corner from me, hardly paying any attention. 

 

Finally, the boys seemed to have been satisfied.  As another cock slipped from me there was the sound of feet shuffling away from me. I glanced up to see the boys moving away, falling into seats, laughing, pulling up trousers.  I was completely ignored.   I stood up, my knees felt weak, unsteady.  I reached for my clothes, began to pull my knickers on.

 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”  Sharon barked from across the room.  I jumped with shock, dropping my clothes to the floor.

 

“I, er, I thought that was it.  I thought it was all over, that I could get dressed now.”  I stammered.

 

“Thought fucking wrong, didn’t you?”  She snapped.  The girls giggled, the boys laughed again.  I stood and looked at her, not sure what to do, completely intimidated by this fifteen-year-old girl.  “What makes you think only the boys get to have some fun and games?  We’ve got to have our turn now.  Before we do, though, I think you should go and wash your cunt out.  I don’t want you anywhere near me with all their come in you.  Shit!  Just imagine if it leaked out, eugh!  Go to the toilets and wash it, now.”

 

My head still spinning, I dutifully padded off to the toilets and began to wash my pussy.  It was most uncomfortable as there was no hot water, and the feeling of the cold on my tender parts made me shudder.  Finally I was clean, and I dried myself off as best I could with toilet paper before returning to the class, and further humiliation. 

 

Once again I was made to lie on my desk.  This time, however, each girl took it in turns to slip her knickers off and sit astride my face, lowering their pussies onto my mouth.  I was desperately uncomfortable.  The girls weren’t about to let the boys see their bodies, so they kept their skirts on.  I found it hard to breathe, especially when they became aroused and drove their hips down onto my face.  It was clear most of them hadn’t washed that day, and their body odours were suffocating.  Time after time I would use my tongue and lips to bring one of them to climax, and then she would climb down and another would take her turn.

 

The boys thought this cabaret highly amusing, calling encouragement to each girl, then clapping and cheering when each climaxed.  There seemed to be no end to the number of girls I was required to pleasure, and as I began to hope that my ordeal may end soon, I felt fingers start to probe my pussy again.  Soon I felt a cock start to nudge against my lips. I opened my legs without being told, allowing him easy access, and then I was being taken again.

 

Time had ceased to have any meaning for me.  I had no idea of the time, was only aware of the teenage pussy being ground onto my face and the stiff cock pounding into me.  I thrust my tongue and my hips alternately, lost in the moment, ignoring the cheers, whistles and comments from the audience.  Finally, they stopped.  The plump plain looking girl who had been rubbing her pussy against my lips climaxed and then slowly climbed off me, her face pink and flushed.  I drew in deep lungs full of air and waited for Dennis, a small weasel-like boy to finish taking me.  With a shudder he climaxed inside me then climbed off me without a word.

 

I lay there, too exhausted to move as they chatted among themselves.  Then Adam said, “Well, that was very nice, Alison, very nice indeed.  And now I think we’ll be going.  See you tomorrow.”

 

I was suddenly roused from my stupor.  I quickly got to my feet, “Going?  What do you mean going?  Where are you going?  You can’t just go.”

 

They all paused for a moment on their way to the door, then continued on their way. Only Adam stopped and walked back to me.  “We’ve had enough of you, we’ve all had a couple of goes, and now we’re bored.  So we’re going off to do something interesting, see?”

 

“B, but you can’t.”  I stammered, “What if Mrs. Roberts finds out?  We’ll all be in trouble, won’t we?”

 

“Who gives a fuck?  We’re leaving in a few days.  What can she do to us?”  He grinned at me, then reached out and pinched my nipple before winking at me and saying, “See you tomorrow.”  Then he casually sauntered from the room, leaving me standing, stark naked and alone in my classroom.

 

I was lost for words, unable to summon them back, powerless to anything other than watch my entire class walk casually away.  I was exhausted, I could still smell and taste the girls’ juices and could feel my pussy slick with their jism.  I shuddered with a mixture of lust and revulsion and reached hurriedly for my clothes.  As I picked up the last of them I heard a familiar voice.

 

“My, my.  You have been busy this morning, haven’t you?  Couldn’t you wait for lunch time, then?”

 

I turned to face Mr. Bridges, the caretaker, who was grinning broadly.

 

“I, er, well, I…”

 

“Don’t bother to deny it, I’ve watched it all.  I was just starting my tasks for the day, when I happened to glance through your classroom window, and what did I see?  Young Stuart giving you a bit of a feel up while the others watched.  And then you were stripping off and they were all at you, girls included.  It was quite a show, I can tell you.  And then they all just wandered off.  I don’t think Mrs. Roberts would be terribly impressed, do you?”  As he spoke he walked casually over to me and took my clothes out of my hands, throwing them over a chair.  Then he reached out and began to stroke my breasts, lingering over each nipple, rolling it, pinching it gently.

 

“P,p, please, Mr. Bridges.”  I stammered.

 

“Please don’t tell Mrs. Roberts? Is that what you were going to say?  Well now, that all depends, doesn’t it?”  He grinned at me, still playing with my breasts.  “Depends on how much of a friend you’re going to be to me. I’ll do pretty much anything for a friend, you know.  How about you?”

 

“Y, y, yes.  Yes, of course, Mr. Bridges.  I mean, I’d like to be your friend.”

 

“Nice. What will you do to prove to me that you’re my friend, then Alison?”

 

“Anything.  Anything you like, Mr. Bridges.  I promise.”

 

He chuckled to himself.  “I’ve always liked the look of your arse, you know Alison.  Always liked the way it swayed.  How would it be if I fucked your arse, Alison?  Would you like that?”

 

My stomach turned somersaults at the thought of this horrible man using me again, but I realised I was cornered.  “Yes Mr. Bridges.” I mumbled.

 

“Get over the desk then.”  He barked.

 

I bent over the desk, pushing my bottom up towards him.  I heard him fumbling with the zip of his trousers, and then felt his cock pressing against my back door.  I relaxed as much as I could, trying to ignore the growing feeling of nausea as he began to penetrate me.  He grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me back onto his cock, impaling me on his hot weapon.  His hands slipped up my body, groped my breasts, pinched my nipples painfully.  His hot, smelly breath seemed to envelop me, his body odour was revolting.  I closed my eyes and tried to block out what was happening, wishing him to finish.

 

“What in the name of God is going on here?”  A voice barked.  My eyes opened wide in shock and horror.  Margaret Roberts stood in the doorway of the classroom, a look of horror on her face.

 

Mr. Bridges immediately pulled his cock from me, turning his back to the door and stuffing it back into his trousers before turning back to her and saying,  “I am so sorry, Mrs. Roberts, I don’t know what came over me.  I came in here to check on the plumbing and she was here on her own.  Then she started making up to me, asking me all sorts of things.  Then she said she’d always admired me, said she’d always found me attractive.”

 

I listened in horror and amazement as that dirty old bastard made out I’d seduced him.  “Now just a moment…” I stammered.

 

“Be quiet Miss Richards.”  She barked.  “Mr. Bridges here has served this school faithfully for over twenty years.  He has always been thoroughly professional, whereas you, on the other hand, have been here five minutes and you’re already immersed in all sorts of obscene acts.  Oh yes, I’ve heard the rumours about what you get up to with some of the students.  So don’t think for a moment that I’m in any way inclined to believe a word you say.  Put some clothes on for goodness sake!  Mr. Bridges, you may leave.  Miss Richards, when you think you are fit to be seen around school, come to my office.”

 

She turned and strode from the room.  Bridges sniggered as he walked past me, then patted my bottom and walked from the room.  I quickly pulled on my knickers and bra, put on my skirt and blouse and made my way to Margaret’s office, a feeling of dread building in me.  I hesitated at the door to her office, dreading what could happen next.  Finally I summoned up the courage and knocked gently on the door.

 

“Enter!”  Her voice called, imperiously.  I took a deep breath and opened the door.

 

“Ah there you are!  What took you so long?”

 

“I’m sorry Margaret, er I mean, Mrs. Roberts, I had to er, answer a call of nature.”  I stammered.

 

She looked at me over the rim of her glasses, disgust written all over her face.  “Well, you really have distinguished yourself this morning, haven’t you?  Cavorting around naked in your own classroom, engaging in the most shameful and disgusting acts with a man old enough to be your father.  What if your students had entered the room?”  She was clearly enjoying herself.  I simply stood there and let her pour her scorn on me.  “And where are your students by the way?”

 

“I, er don’t know, Mrs. Roberts”

 

“You don’t know?”  She echoed, incredulously.  “A whole class of fifth years you are supposed to be teaching, and you don’t know where they are?”

 

“No Mrs. Roberts.”

 

She cackled to herself.  “You really are the most hopelessly incompetent teacher I’ve ever encountered.  I can’t imagine why the headmaster kept you on.  It certainly wasn’t for your teaching skills, I’m sure!” She said snidely.  “Perhaps he had other uses for you?”  She looked at me quizzically.

 

“I don’t know what you mean.”  I said, hoping against hope that she would drop the subject.

 

“Oh yes you do!  If the stories about what you get up to with some of the children here are true, you know exactly what I mean, don’t you?”

 

I could hear my heart beating erratically.  I was lost for words, unable to think of an appropriate reply.  She watched me like some sort of predator.  Finally she broke the silence.

 

“Well, it doesn’t really matter any more, does it?  There’s no way I can allow you to carry on working at this school, even for the last few days of term.  You have shown yourself to be incapable of performing even the most basic tasks, and there are too many tales of your outrageous acts for there to be the slightest doubt that you are singularly unfit to be a teacher.  I want you to clear your things and be out of here by the end of the day. Never to return.  Is that clear?”

 

I felt disbelief flood though me.  I was actually being sprung from this place several days early!  I tried not to look too happy at the prospect of leaving there, nodded and said simply, “Yes Mrs. Roberts.  Thank you.”  I turned to leave, but I had been far too optimistic.

 

“Wait just a moment.”  She barked.  I turned to face her once more. She had a thin, sadistic smile on her face.  “Dismissing you may solve the problem of your incompetence and unsuitability, young lady. But there are other issues which need to be addressed.”

 

“I don’t understand.” I mumbled.

 

“Don’t you?  There are many, many stories circulating in the school about your activities with certain students here. Shall I go on?”

 

“I wouldn’t pay any attention to rumours, Mrs. Roberts!”  I smiled, trying desperately to make a joke out of the situation, “I mean, you know better than me what children are like.”

 

“I do indeed, but these are of a persistent and persuasive nature.  Shall I elaborate?”

 

“I, er…”

 

“You have had sexual relations with a number of male students in this school.  You have allowed them to make free use of your body, in the most deprived ways, and allowed other boys to watch while you debased yourself.  Do you deny it?”  She snapped.

 

“I, er, I mean, look, Margaret, please …”

 

“In the boys changing room, wasn’t it?  At lunch time?  You, stark naked save for a blindfold, several boys using you before an audience of several more, and Mr. Bridges also joining in the fun.  That was how it went, wasn’t it?”  She smiled at me.  I was completely tongue-tied.  “You see, it wasn’t as private as you had hoped!”

 

The realisation dawned on me.  She had somehow been there, had seen everything.  A very real fear ran through me.  What I had done was criminal.  I could be sent to prison.  I felt my mouth go dry.

 

“Look, Margaret, I mean Mrs. Roberts, I’m really, really sorry.  Why don’t I just leave here, leave the area completely? No one need ever know, surely?”

 

She smiled again.  “But that puts me in an extremely difficult position, professionally.  I am in a position of trust, a guardian of the children here. They are in my care, and I have seen them being abused and exploited with my own eyes, by a member of staff. Surely you can’t expect me to just ignore that?”

 

“I, er…”

 

“What kind of a teacher would I be if I simply allowed a child abuser to walk away, perhaps to another school, to begin abusing again?”

 

“Oh no! No, Margaret, I promise I would never do that again.  Really, you have to believe me.  I know it was completely wrong of me, and I regret it, I really do, but it was just very, very poor judgement, that’s all, I promise.  This was my first teaching post, and I’ve had such a difficult time in my personal life lately, what with my fiancée working abroad and so on.  I would never, ever do such a thing again, I swear.”  I gushed, hoping to persuade her.

 

“Well, possibly.  But even if I were to agree to ‘turn a blind eye’ as the saying goes, I would still have to live with the knowledge, and guilt, of what I’ve seen, wouldn’t I?”

 

“Yes, Margaret.  I suppose so.  If there was any way I could lessen that guilt, make it easier for you to bear, you know I would.”  I was practically begging now.

 

“Perhaps there is.”  She smiled at me.

 

“How?  Tell me what I could do to make it easier for you, please Margaret.”

 

“Perhaps if you were to start by telling me what went on between you and the head teacher?”  She smiled again.  I knew what I had to do.  She wanted to have some dirt on the old man, and I could provide it.  In doing so I would get myself off the hook.  I didn’t hesitate.  I began at once to tell her about how I had gone in to help him sort out his papers, and how he’d been able to see down my blouse or up my skirt from time to time.  She grinned with delight as I related how he would let his hand slip across my bottom as he showed me to the door of his office.

 

“And you didn’t object?”

 

“No.  I found it flattering.”  I lied.  “I found him attractive. Almost like a father figure.”  It was what she wanted to hear.

 

“Go on.”

 

I told her how I’d dropped the papers and swore. How the headmaster had been outraged, and how I had begged him not to dismiss me, but to punish me another way instead.

 

“And how did he punish you?”  She asked, eagerly.

 

“He spanked me.”  I said simply.  Then I had to relate how I’d undressed for him, how I’d taken off my dress because it was too tight a fit to lift over my hips.

 

“And you ended up completely naked?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then perhaps you should demonstrate to me how you looked that afternoon?”  She phrased it as a question, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was an instruction.

 

“Yes, Mrs. Roberts.”  I said simply, then began to undress.  She watched me with hungry eyes as I took off my blouse and lay it on a chair, dropped my bra on top of it, then slipped off my skirt and knickers. In moments I was stark naked in front of her.

 

“Cary on with your sordid little tale.”  She demanded, a sneer in her voice.  I continued, telling her how he placed me over his knee and spanked me, and then how he slipped his hand between my legs and found how wet I was.

 

“You mean you like to have your backside punished in such a humiliating way?  You disgraceful, dirty little girl, how could you?”

 

I hung my head in shame, then related how he had found my clit and played with it until I had climaxed.  She looked at me with contempt.  I told her how  I had been made to stand before him while he examined my entire body, and finally how I had bent over his desk, presenting myself for his amusement, and how he had taken his pleasure with me. As I finished she smiled triumphantly.

 

“And so you agreed to be his little plaything for the rest of the term.  So tell me, how many times did you and he …?”

 

“Just that once.” I said hurriedly. “That was on a Friday, and he was away after that.  I only ever went to him once, I promise.”

 

She stood and began to walk around me, scrutinising my body.  Without warning I felt her dry, bony hand run across my bottom.

 

“Yes, I bet the old goat thoroughly enjoyed playing with you.  You’re just his type.  Young, impressionable, easy to manipulate.  I bet he enjoyed your bald little quim too, didn’t he?”  She laughed, not waiting for an answer.  She ran her hands over my breasts, my nipples responded immediately, then she stood back and looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my shaven mound.

 

“So you were willing to do anything he wanted just to keep your job?  And what about now?  What are you willing to do to save your miserable skin from prosecution?”  She asked.  She was clearly enjoying herself enormously.  I felt totally at her mercy.  I swallowed nervously.

 

“Anything.” I said simply. “I’ll do anything you say.  Anything at all.”  She smiled happily.

 

“Yes, I know you will, Alison.  Well I think I’d like to have some similar fun with you as he did!”  She grinned.  “I’d like you to position yourself over that desk, and I’ll chastise you.  Do you have a problem with that?”  I was surprised by her demand, but agreed at once.

 

“No, Mrs. Roberts.  Of course, Mrs. Roberts.” 

 

I immediately positioned myself over the desk, my bottom presented perfectly for her.  I could hear her rummaging around in a cupboard at the back of her office, but I couldn’t see what she was doing.  Then I heard her say “Ah yes!  Here we are, the very thing!”  After a moment’s pause there was a swishing sound which reverberated around the room.  For a moment I didn’t recognise it, and then it dawned on me what it was. With a sickening clarity I realised what she’d been looking for.  I stood up and faced her at once.  She was holding a long, thin cane, her face flushed with malice.

 

“Come now Alison, don’t be shy!”  She grinned.

 

I backed away.  “You can’t use that thing on me, Margaret.  I won’t let you.”

 

“Is that a fact?  Very well then, I’ll just go and pay a visit to the local police and tell them what I saw in the changing room the other day.  Would you like me to do that?”

 

“No!  Margaret no, please, there’s no need to do that.  I thought we’d agreed.”

 

“I thought so too, Alison. But now it seems that you’re not going to keep your side of the bargain, so there’s no need for me to keep mine, is there?”

 

I looked at her.  There was no doubt that the old bitch would do it if I didn’t play her game.  “No, wait! You’re right. I’m sorry. Please.” I begged.

 

“Well then, I think you need to go back over that desk, don’t you Alison?”

 

“Yes Mrs. Roberts.” I said sadly.  There was no escape.  I knew I’d suffer whatever she inflicted without complaint or refusal.  Anything else and she’d report me to the police.  I went with the utmost reluctance to the desk and bent over it.  I heard her chuckle to herself, then she stood behind me.  I felt the cool, smooth surface of the cane rest against my naked bottom for a moment, and then it hit me with astonishing force, right across the middle of each cheek.

 

For a moment I didn’t feel anything, and then a hot, searing pain tore through my flesh.  It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.  I shrieked in pain and leapt to my feet, clutching my burning bottom and hopping from one foot to the other, desperately trying to ease the pain.  I glanced at he and she looked delighted.

 

“Excellent, excellent!”  She beamed as I danced around.  “That’s just how it should feel, my girl.  Now back over the desk with you.  There’s plenty more to come yet!” 

 

Without thinking I bent over the desk again, still rubbing my cheeks.  She pulled my hands away and I felt the cane positioned once again.   And then she delivered the second blow, which struck me at the very top of my thighs.  I shrieked again and danced again, much to her delight, then she grabbed hold of my arm and forced me to turn back to the desk.  She pushed me forward, back into position, and once again pulled my hands away from my seared flesh.

 

I quickly lost count of the blows she delivered.  Each one tore through me, delivering awful pain.  Soon I was crying desperately for relief, begging her to stop.  She paid no attention to me.  When I stood up and began to rub my burning skin she snapped at me, “Get back across that desk you little trollop.  I’m going to give you a lesson you’ll never forget. Now repeat after me: ‘I’m a silly little girl.’”

 

I fell back across the desk and sobbed, “I’m a silly little girl.”, before another stinging blow from the cane. And then another. And another.  My entire bottom felt like it was on fire.  I gasped and sobbed as each brutal blow cut into my tender flesh.  By the time she had finished I was crying uncontrollably, begging for her to stop.

 

Finally, she stopped.  The room was silent except for the sounds of my sobs and sniffing.  I felt her thin, bony hand touch my tender skin and flinched as she ran her hand over my burning bottom.  She cackled to herself as I wriggled in misery and discomfort.

 

“Right then, get dressed.”  She barked at me.  I stood up slowly, my legs shaking.  I walked unsteadily to the chair where I had left my clothes and pulled on my bra. Then I slipped my skirt on and gasped as the fabric touched my bottom.  She giggled at that, then watched as I pulled on my blouse and slowly fastened the buttons.  Then I stood before her.

 

“Haven’t you forgotten something?”

 

I looked at her, puzzled.

 

“Your knickers, girl!”  She snapped, “You can’t go out without any knickers on! I know what a dirty, immoral little tramp you are, but I simply will not allow you to go about in this school without knickers.  Now put them on.”

 

I wriggled into them as best as I could, trying to avoid them touching my bottom cheeks.  As soon as they were on she made me stand before her again.  She looked me up and down again, then moved towards me.

 

“Goodness girl, you are a mess.”  She laughed as she looked at my tear-stained face.  Then she gave me a crisp smack on the bottom.  I yelled with pain and she chuckled again.

 

“Now I think it’s time for you to leave here.  Don’t ever think of coming back, do you understand?”

 

“Yes, Mrs. Roberts.”  I said, my voice cracked and uneven.  I left her office and went straight to my car.  I didn’t have many possessions at the school, and decided that I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve them.  I simply wanted to be away from there as soon as possible.  Without thinking I sat down in the car.  I gasped as my flesh shrieked in protest.  I positioned myself as best I could, trying to minimise the pressure on my tormented body, then began the long drive home.

 

The journey home was the most uncomfortable I’ve ever experienced.  My bottom felt as if I had been branded, and this set the nerve endings in the rest of my body jangling.  By the time I finally arrived home it was all I could do to climb the stairs to my flat and throw myself onto the bed, face down of course!  After a time I got up and went to the bathroom.  I picked up a jar of cold cream and returned to my room, where I took off my skirt and carefully peeled down my knickers. 

 

I gently massaged the cream onto my burning skin, then glanced at myself in the mirror.  My face was puffy and my eyes swollen and red.  I turned and examined my bottom in the mirror and saw that is was criss-crossed with cane marks, my skin covered with ugly red lines where the old bitch had beaten me.  Burning with an impotent rage, I lay face down on the bed again and finally drifted into an exhausted sleep.  When I woke it was late evening outside.  My whole body complained as I stood up, and when I examined my bottom in the mirror again I saw that my cheeks now resembled ripe, red tomatoes which had been cooked on a griddle!  I cursed the old woman once more, then went in search of a bottle of wine.

 

Soon I was feeling much better as the effects of the wine numbed some of the pain and soothed my shattered nerves. I took stock.  I was now out of a job!  I had finished work several days early and I was free of people like the awful Mr. Bridges, but I still had Alan, Adam, granddad and the rest to deal with.  I thought with a shudder what Adam and granddad would do if they found out about my caning.  I could just imagine both of them wanting to try it out on me.  I decided immediately that my treatment at the hands of that repulsive old woman was positively, definitely and absolutely the last time that anyone was going to come near me with a cane.  Then I remembered that Adam had the same hold over me as Margaret had, namely the threat of the police.  What if he and granddad decided to use that threat?  What if they decided it would be fun to cane me too?  There was no way I could hide it from them.  The marks left by the old bitch would last for days, and I knew that once Adam found out I’d been sacked from the school he’d be over to gloat and amuse himself at my expense. I was moving quickly to a conclusion.

 

I decided that I should move at once.  Only by moving away could I hope to get away from the whole scene I had helped to create.  I telephoned John in Australia.  He sounded so pleased to hear my voice I almost cried! I asked him if there was any chance I could move into our new place early.

 

“I don’t see why not, love, but why?  Is there anything wrong?”

 

“No, of course not my darling, everything’s fine.  I was talking to the acting head today, she’s such a lovely woman, and she said that they could manage without me for the last few days, if I wanted to get my move sorted out.  So they’ve given me the last few days of term off, see?  So I can move down right away!”

 

“That’s great sweetheart!  There’s only one problem; I’m going to be delayed by the best part of a month, I’m afraid.  So you’ll be there on your own.  Can you cope with that, or would you be better with Alan and Sally for company?”

 

“I’ll cope fine.”  I said, trying not to sound to eager to get away from Alan.  “I’ll move down tomorrow, and I’ll start shopping for curtains and other things right away!”  I heard John chuckle happily.

 

“I wondered how long it would be before you started to spend money!”

 

“You know me, darling!  There’s always something to spend it on!”

 

We chatted happily for over an hour. By the time I finally said goodnight to him my mind was made up.  I would pack my clothes and things up and set off as soon as I could.  The furniture in my flat belonged to my landlord, so all I had to pack were my clothes and a few small items.  I toasted my new life alone in my flat, and tried to recount all of the outrageous things I’d done since that fateful evening with Alan.  It seemed such a long time ago, and I’d done so many things. 

 

As I remembered the different episodes I became more and more incredulous.  How could little old me have done so many incredibly rude things?  I laughed to myself.  It just wasn’t me!  I was sensible, reliable Alison, not some racy chick who dropped her knickers for anyone!  I marvelled at all of the things I’d done.  It was hard to believe that I’d gone into this game so willingly.  I remembered how exciting it had seemed, how many times I’d had the most powerful orgasms imaginable.  Then I remembered how I’d been coerced, persuaded, even blackmailed into being a pleasure toy for so many men, men who had enjoyed shaming and humiliating me.  I shuddered at the thought of it all.

 

I wandered around my flat, surrounded by memories of my ‘alternative’ life.  The living room, where I first stripped for Alan, and later for Neil.  The bedroom where Alan had first spanked me, and where I had stripped for Adam.  The kitchen, where I had surrendered to Alan that first time.  So many memories, but unlike other occasions, the memories didn’t arouse me.  It was like watching a movie of someone else’s life.  I fetched my suitcases and began to pack my clothes, my body still complaining at the excesses of the day before.  By midnight I’d finished.  All my belongings packed and ready to go.  I poured myself another glass of wine and thought about Alan, and what to do about him.  I decided to write him a letter.

 

Dear Alan,

                I had a little chat with Margaret Roberts today, and we agreed that I should leave the school at once – an early start to my summer holidays you could say!  I spoke to John this evening, and there’s no problem with me moving into our new place right away, so I thought ‘why not?’

 

I hope you don’t mind me leaving like this, but neither of us are the type for long goodbyes.  The last few weeks have been, how shall I put this, remarkable!  But now I need to move on, as we agreed.

 

Give my love to Sally. 

 

Regards.

 

Alison.

 

The following morning I left the note on his pillow, dragged my bags and suitcases down to the car and set off just after the morning rush hour ended.  By late afternoon I had arrived at the house John and I would be living in.  I went for a drive ‘round the area, and stocked up on food and drink, then I went to a furniture store and began to order the things we’d need.

 

That evening, after I had spoken to John again, I reflected once more on what I’d done.  As I looked back from the safety of my new home, it seemed even less believable than it had before!  As the days slipped by, so the memory of my game with Alan seemed to diminish.  I was becoming me again.  The marks on my bottom began to fade, and my skin grew less sensitive. I stopped shaving my pubic hair, and even savoured the itching I experienced as it began to re-grow.  After a few days it occurred to me that I hadn’t had any kind of sexual experience since I’d left my classroom!  I simply wasn’t the sex-mad creature I’d been!

 

By the time John arrived back from Australia I felt I had cleansed Alan and everything about the game from me.  As I threw my arms around John’s neck at the airport and kissed him, I knew I was back to the Alison I’d been when he’d left me.

 

That night we made love with a warmth and passion I had never felt in any of my encounters with Alan and the rest.  As I lay next to John afterwards I realised the real difference between making love and having sex. I smiled to myself, then snuggled into him, savouring the warmth of his body, reassured by his presence.

 

The end.