Alternative Schooling

Alternative Schooling

Chapter 03

After Richard moved the chair back to its proper place, gathered his shirt and boxers and left the room to clean himself, I activated the intercom to the classroom again.

“Rebecca and Eve, upstairs, please.”

On one of the smaller monitors, I saw them immediately put their schoolwork away and hurry out of the room.  Sarah, on the larger monitor, was rinsing herself in the shower, head back and a small smile of pleasure on her face as the hot water cascaded over her.

The two girls I’d called for arrived shortly, standing respectfully just inside the doorway, as I’d taught them, with heads bowed and hands clasped behind their backs.  These two were as different physically as was possible.  Rebecca tall and large-breasted, with fair hair and skin, dwarfed the girl beside her. 

Eve was fourteen, the youngest and newest of the students, short for her age at barely five feet, with tiny, almost non-existent, breasts.  Her smooth black skin was so dark that it gleamed and her hair was cropped short, close to her head.

Both of them wore the school uniform of white silk shirt and cotton boxers, but the outfit looked very different on each of them.  Rebecca’s full breasts strained against the fabric, nipples prominent and visible.  Her long, shapely legs drew the eye with sculpted thighs and calves.  With Eve, on the other hand, the eye was drawn to the contrast between the white silk and her dark skin.  Her tiny breasts barely made an impression on the fabric, but everywhere that the thin silk touched her flesh a dark shadow showed through, promising a glimpse of ebony beauty beneath.

“I’ll have a massage, Eve,” I told her. 

Massage was difficult for Eve, because her tiny hands tired quickly and their size made her have to work harder and longer than a larger girl.  No reluctance showed on her face or actions, though, as she said quietly, “Yes, Sir,” and hurried to the closet to retrieve the massage table.

“What do you think of Sarah, Rebecca?”

“She was shy at first, Sir,” Rebecca answered.  “But then she seemed to open up a little.  We didn’t talk for very long in the guest room, because she was anxious to clean up.”

“What did you learn?” I prompted.

“Sir, I didn’t ask about why she left home or anything she went through before you found her, but I did find out she says she’s still a virgin.”

I raised my eyebrows at this, surprised both that Billy hadn’t taken advantage of her before calling me and that Rebecca had found this out so quickly. 

“It was the setup of the dorm, Sir,” Rebecca explained before I had to ask.  “When I told her that both boys and girls slept in the same room there, she asked if that didn't make it too easy for them to have sex.”  The corners of Rebecca's mouth turned up at that.  “I told her that sex was sometimes allowed, because it was safe within our group.  She seemed a little shocked, but not horrified, so I asked her if she’d ever done it.”

“Very good girl,” I told her and Rebecca beamed at the praise.  Her smile broadened to show gleaming teeth and she actually wriggled in pleasure.

“Thank you, Sir.  I did most of the rest of the talking.  I told her how long I’d been here and how glad I was not to be alone on the streets … how happy I was to find someplace to belong and people who love me.  I watched her face like you taught us, Sir, and she had to look away from me when I said that. 

“I told her that I was almost done with school and was going to Cornel.  She was very surprised by that, Sir, and more surprised that it was all paid for.  I made sure to tell her that everyone here goes to college if they want.  She seemed … longing?”

I crossed the room to her and cupped the side of her face with my hand.  “You are an absolute gem, Rebecca,” I told her, kissing the top of her head gently.  She closed her eyes and sighed, rubbing her cheek against my palm.  “You did very well.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said again, smiling anew.

“It’s time for her to meet everyone.  Let them know and then take her to the common-room.  You should probably change back into regular clothes and then prepare her for the school uniform, so she’s not shocked by everyone at once.

“Tell the others I said the rest of today is free-time, but you should all try to make Sarah feel welcome.”

“Yes, Sir,” Rebecca answered.  “If the rest of the day is free, will there be dinner plans?”

“No,” I told her.  “Let’s keep things casual tonight and concentrate on Sarah.  Have someone bring snacks and sandwiches to the common-room and eat there.  Now get going.”

“Yes, Sir,” she acknowledged, backing out of the room.

I turned to the security monitors and made sure the common-room was on the largest, turning up the volume, so I’d be able to hear, then went to where Eve waited by the massage table.  As I approached, she stepped forward and began unbuttoning my shirt, then slid it over my shoulders and off.  She carefully hung the shirt on a nearby stand so it would remain unwrinkled and returned to me, kneeling to untie my shoes and remove them.  She finished undressing me, hanging everything neatly where they belonged.  Nude, I lay face down on the massage table and she carefully draped a sheet over me.

I settled in, comfortable on the table as Eve undressed herself and coated her hands with oil.  She folded the sheet carefully, exposing my back and began to knead and rub my shoulders with her tiny hands.  I gave myself over to her ministrations.  As she leaned over to work on my shoulders, Eve’s bare belly rubbed against my arm and I felt myself respond, beginning to grow harder despite only recently finishing with Richard.  I decided to give Eve something to think about while she worked.

“Touch yourself occasionally while you’re at it, Eve,” I told her.  “I’m going to fuck your ass when you’re done and you’ll want to be aroused first.”

I heard a sharp intake of breath from Eve.  Anal was hard for her, because of her small size.  She could take a finger or small toy easily enough and enjoy it, but even the smallest cock in the house usually hurt her there and mine wasn’t the smallest.  If she was very aroused, it would be easier for her, but still uncomfortable.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, grateful for the warning, and she continued massaging with one hand while the other went immediately between her legs.  I smiled and turned my head to the side, less comfortable than keeping my head straight, but it allowed me to watch her.

Oil-slick fingers delved between her legs and rubbed gently in time with the hand still massaging my back.  Her bare, ebony skin gleamed naturally, but now, coated with oil, it glistened brightly. 

Like all the students, Eve’s pubic region was bare and smooth.  In fact, all body hair was forbidden and there were severe punishments if I found any.  The students spent time each day shaving or waxing to ensure their bodies were as smooth as I demanded.

I saw a flash of pink as Eve’s fingers parted her pussy lips and slid up and down its length.  Even at only fourteen, Eve’s pussy was the most beautiful in the house and I never tired of looking at it.  The deep, dark ebony of her skin offset the coral pinkness of its depths. 

Much to her frequent dismay, Eve’s pussy had pronounced lips that provided an easy target for clothespins and clamps.  She frequently spent time on her back, legs spread, with three or four clamps on  each side – the clamps tied off and pulled tight, spreading her lips wide to expose the bright, pink inner channel.

I heard voices from the security monitors and reluctantly left off gazing at Eve’s cunt.  I straightened my neck and closed my eyes, dividing my attention between the massage and the conversation between Sarah and Rebecca.

“So are you ready to meet everyone?” I heard Rebecca ask.

“Yeah,” Sarah answered.  “Are they … wow …”

“It’s a great room, isn’t it?” Rebecca asked.  The common-room was the largest room in the house, almost fifty feet on each side.  At one end, where the girls would have entered was a large television and viewing area with a sectional coach and a huge mound of pillows.  Along the walls were different areas for a variety of activities: desks with computers, reading nooks with comfortable chairs, and game tables.  Several smaller televisions with headsets were placed around the room in case one wanted to watch something different or play one of the many game consoles.

“Wow,” Sarah repeated.

“Sit here,” Rebecca suggested.  “Before everyone else gets here, I should warn you about the school uniform.  It’s a little … unusual.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I left one here on the table … this is it.”  I heard a rustle of fabric.

“Where’s the rest of it?”

Rebecca laughed.  “No, this is it.  We all wear this every day, unless we’re going somewhere off the grounds.  The only reason I got to wear jeans today was because you were coming and we didn’t want to shock you first thing.”

“But … that’s just underwear,” Sarah protested.  “I can see right through the shirt!”

“It’s really comfy,” Rebecca assured her.  “And we all wear the same thing, so no one feels left out. 

“One of the things we learn here is to not be ashamed of our bodies.  This outfit helps with that, because everyone’s just as exposed all the time.  Would you like to see what it looks like before the others get here?”

“I’m looking at it right now, it looks like underwear.”  Sarah’s voice held a hint of amusement.

“I meant what it looks like on me,” Rebecca said.  “Before there’s other people all over the place in here.”

“I …”

“I’ll just put it on, then you’ll have some time to get used to seeing someone in it, okay?”

“I guess,” Sarah agreed quietly.

Suspicious, I rolled to my side and propped myself up on my elbow to see the monitor.  “She’s not going to leave the room to change, is she,” I muttered.  On the screen, I saw Sarah sitting on the sofa, holding the two pieces of clothing, while Rebecca stood about five feet away, arms crossed with her hands at the hem of her t-shirt. 

Rebecca was taking a big chance, to strip in front of the girl after just meeting her.  Usually the uniform itself was a shock to prospective students, though it covered everything, the sheerness of the silk shirt was more arousing than nakedness. 

Rebecca had only just met Sarah today and they’d spoken very little.  I wondered if she could really have read the new girl accurately enough in so short a time to try this.

“If she fucks this up,” I muttered, “I’m taking a cane to her tits again.”  Behind me, Eve inhaled sharply at the threat.  All of the students remembered the last time Rebecca had displeased me enough to punish her in that brutal way. 

The girl was very proud of her breasts, with good reason, but that made them a target when she disappointed me.  If the punishment was a caning, their size meant that it took a large number strokes to cover them to my satisfaction. 

That time, I’d had Rebecca standing, arms upraised, wrists shackled and tied to a hook in the ceiling.  I’d drawn the ropes tight, forcing the tall girl onto her toes, the skin of her torso stretched taught and tight.

I’d started at the the top, slowly laying stroke after stroke down the slopes of soft flesh, raising line after line of red welts.  Stopping just short of her areola, I’d then switched to the the bottom of her tits, striking upward against the softer, more sensitive undersides. 

Rebecca had screamed herself hoarse during the punishment, jerking and thrashing her body in agony.  At one point, she’d lifted her legs, letting herself swing and twist from the ropes in order to avoid the blows, but quickly stood again when my reaction was to lay a vicious slash of the cane onto the soles of her raised feet. 

My cock stirred at the memory, hardening as I remembered the look of mute appeal in Rebecca’s eyes as I’d gently laid the cane across both nipples to line up the final stroke.  Her gaze had met mine, pleading for mercy, then, finding none, she’d closed her eyes tightly and tilted her head back, jaw clenched in anticipation.

The sharp crack of the cane landing across the girl’s large nipples had been followed immediately by the loudest scream yet from Rebecca.  Her body had convulsed, feet leaving the floor, bending almost double at the waist and then collapsing to hang limply in her bonds, dazed and nearly unconscious.

I think the aftermath had been almost worse than the punishment itself.  For days afterward, the girl’s tits had been sore and raw.  At home, where they swung freely all day, each movement made them sway achingly and even the smooth silk of the students’ shirts caused pain. 

The worst came when it was time for our weekly outing.  A trip out in public meant clothes appropriate to public, including a bra.  Rebecca had been near tears for the entire trip, the normally gentle support of the undergarment had been torment, surrounding her abused globes with steady pressure.  Her nipples, large normally, but now even more swollen and sensitive, had rubbed painfully against the fabric.

I’d met the girl’s tear-filled looks and mute appeals with stony indifference and her behavior had been model ever since.

On the security monitor, Sarah’s eyes were wide as she stared up at the older girl standing in front of her.  Rebecca began drawing the hem of the t-shirt up, exposing her belly, but never taking her eyes from Sarah’s.  The look she gave the younger girl was steady with the slightest hint of a smile.  Higher and higher she raised the hem, until the bottom-swell of her breasts became visible.  Still the two girls’ gazes were locked, unblinking.

Rebecca pulled the t-shirt completely over her head.  As it passed in front of her face, their eye contact was broken and Sarah dropped her gaze, taking in Rebecca’s full breasts, then quickly looking up again, as though embarrassed to be caught looking at the older girl’s body.

Rebecca locked eyes with her again and smiled gently.  She put her hands to her jeans and slowly unbuttoned them, edging the zipper down.   Laying her palms flat against her abdomen, she slid her hands under the waistband of both jeans and panties, slowly pushing them down together. 

Sarah’s gaze dropped as Rebecca revealed herself, inhaling sharply in surprise as she saw that the girl’s pussy was bare and fully exposed.  She jerked her eyes back to Rebecca’s face, swallowing hard and blushing furiously.

Stepping out of jeans and panties, Rebecca walked slowly toward Sarah, keeping eye contact as she got closer and closer until she stood directly in front of the girl on the couch, staring down into her face, legs touching, her bare pussy faced Sarah squarely. 

Rebecca breathed slowly and deeply as she stared down at the girl sitting in front of her.  She bent slightly and tugged the white silk shirt from Sarah’s nerveless fingers.

Rebecca slid her arms into the shirt and raised it above her head, twisting and undulating to get it to slide down her arms and settle into place.  The movement parted her thighs and thrust her pussy forward, as though she were grinding it directly at Sarah’s face.  The girl drew her head back, but still stared, wide-eyed, her lips parting and breath growing heavy.

Rebecca took the boxers and stepped back, turning around and bending at the waist to draw them on.  Bent over, with her back to Sarah, she gave the younger a girl a clear view of parted pussy lips as she stepped into the boxers and pulled them up slowly.  Sarah’s eyes followed the movements, her chest rising and falling heavily as her breathing became deep and ragged.

Rebecca spun around quickly, ending with a flourish and cocked hip.  “See?” she said, grinning, all trace of seduction gone in an instant.  “It’s not such a bad outfit.”

She sat down the on the couch, at the far end from Sarah and curled one leg under her.  Nothing but innocent friendliness remaining in her manner.  “Is it that bad?”

Sarah’s bewilderment shown clearly on her face.  Unsure of what had just happened, unsure of what she’d just witnessed and confused by her own feelings and Rebecca’s sudden change, she must have been wondering if she’d imagined it.  She stammered something inaudible and blinked repeatedly.

I chuckled to myself, musing that if Rebecca found herself able to read and manipulate people half that well with her clothes on, she’d make a hell of a lawyer.  “I guess her tits are safe this time,” I murmured, realizing that the decision of seduction or force had been made and I’d have to set Rebecca the task of finishing what she’d just started. 

I wondered, with Sarah confused by what had just occurred and unsure about Rebecca’s intent, if Rebecca might be able to arrange the seduction so that Sarah thought it was her own idea.  If she could do that and I “caught” the two of them together, it opened up an entertaining scenario. 

With Rebecca in trouble and about to be punished for having sex without permission, would Sarah, thinking it her fault, admit guilt and try to save the older girl?  Would she be willing to take the punishment in Rebecca’s place, solidifying her decision to join the school?  Or would it be better to punish Rebecca anyway, for “knowing better”, and let guilt work on the younger girl?

On the screen, Rebecca had left the couch and was walking toward the room’s door, presumably to get the other students and introduce them, but I was no longer very interested.  Rebecca’s display and the thought of the two girls together, followed by the opportunity to punish them and bind Sarah to the school, had aroused me. 

I sat up and swung my legs off the massage table, surprising Eve who’d been expecting me to lie back down for the massage.  I took the remote to the security system and rewound the scene from the common-room to the beginning of Rebecca’s little show.

Returning to the table, I grabbed Eve around the waist and lifted her to sit on its cushioned top.  Without a word, I forced her to lie back and then raised her legs.  With her ass right at the edge of the table and her legs straight up in the air against my chest, I’d be able watch the scene between Sarah and Rebecca play out again while I fucked Eve’s ass.

As I grabbed the bottle of massage oil and began lubricating my cock, Eve’s eyes filled with trepidation and her hands clutched at the edge of the table.  She hadn’t had enough time to arouse herself sufficiently, so the sensation of me forcing my cock into her tiny asshole was going to be intense and she was dreading it.

I wrapped my left arm around Eve’s legs and used my right hand to guide myself between her cheeks.  I looked down at her, taking in the look of fear on her face as I rubbed the slick head of my cock up and down her ass cheeks.  As I found the opening I was searching for and began applying pressure, Eve made a tiny sound and her lip trembled.

“You look afraid, Eve,” I said whispered.

“Yes, Sir, I am afraid,” she answered.

“Why are you afraid, Eve?  I’ve done this to you before.”

“It hurts, Sir,” she whispered.

“It hurts, but you’ll take it for me anyway.”  I applied more pressure, stretching her anus just a little as the head of my cock began to force its way in.  “Why is that?”

Eve whined softly, fingers clawing at the edge of the table.  “Because it pleases you, Sir,” she whispered.

“What pleases me, Eve?” I pressed harder, feeling the tight ring of her anus stretch around me.  More pressure and it gave way, encircling the head of my cock.  I stopped, keeping just that much of me inside her.

Eve thrashed her head from side to side, breath ragged.  “I … it pleases you for me to submit to you, Sir.”

I pushed again, until two inches of my cock were inside her, then withdrew slowly, letting her anus almost close before pushing forward again to the same depth.  “What else pleases me, Eve?”

The girl’s breath was coming in rough gasps as she tried deal with the sensation of my cock forcing its way into her.  “It pleases you to hurt me, Sir,” she cried desperately.  “Please, Sir, may I touch my pussy?”

“Will that make it easier for you?” I asked, pushing another inch into her.

“Yeeessss,” she hissed, “yes, Sir!”  She threw her head back, arching her back, white teeth exposed in a grimace as I again pulled almost out, letting her sphincter close a bit, letting her experience just a little relief, before pushing forward again, stretching the tight ring of flesh.  “Pleeeaase?” she whined, fingernails clawing at the table’s top.

I was silent for a moment, as though considering, but I’d already decided what my answer would be.  “The price is an hour on the Box, Eve,” I told her.  “Ass, pussy and clit all on the Box – is it worth that to you?”

She looked up at me desperately, eyes wide and white in her dark face. 

“It’s your choice,” I reminded her, then thrust roughly forward, burying another two inches of my cock inside her ass.

“Aaahhggg!” she screamed.  “Yes! Yes, Sir! Anything, please!”

I took three more short thrusts and waited for tears to well up in her eyes before whispering, “You may touch your pussy, Eve.”

Her fingers flew to her clit and began rubbing.  I withdrew again, pulling all but the very tip of me out of her and made a series of short, quick thrusts that allowed her anus to relax and then stretched it again repeatedly. 

Eve’s eyes were closed and she was whispering a mantra of “owie, owie, owie, owie” over and over again and she tried desperately to arouse herself enough to offset the pain. 

Changing pace again, I stopped for a moment, then applied slow, steady force, sliding my cock deep into her until over half of it was buried in her ass.  Eve gasped as she felt it fill her, her small stature made the channels of her pussy and ass short and it was difficult for her to take the full length of a cock without discomfort. 

I pulled back again and paused, while Eve groaned, suspecting what was to come.  All of the students knew that my preference was to fuck them hard and deep, whether in their mouth, pussy or ass, I wanted as much of my cock inside them as possible, wanted to feel their flesh wrapped around its very base and have them impaled on its full length. 

I reached down to grab her hips and pulled her to me as I thrust, burying myself fully inside her hard and forcefully.  Air rushed from her lungs and, before she could recover, I pulled back and thrust again.  Over and over again, using my hands on her hips to gain more power, I slammed into her as hard as I could.

The sensation of Eve’s ass around my cock was incredible, tight and moist, the tighter ring of her sphincter sliding up and down the length of me as I plowed into her.  Eve’s tiny hands were like claws, scrabbling desperately at the surface of the massage table – she’d dropped her hand from her pussy when I buried my full length in her ass, fully overcome by the pain.  Her lips were pulled back from her teeth, eyes tightly closed, the dark black skin of her face and chest sheened with sweat as she made tiny sounds of agony at the height of each thrust. 

But still it wasn’t enough for me, I wanted more from her.

“Eve!  Tighten!” I ordered harshly.

Her eyes opened wide and she wailed in despair, shaking her head from side to side.  I’d ordered her to tighten her sphincter instead of relaxing it to accept my cock.  By tightening it, my pleasure would be increased, but her muscles would be fighting against me, making her pain more intense.

Voice cold at her display of disobedience, I ordered her again: “Tighten!”  At the same time I lashed out with my right hand, catching the side of her face with the palm in a resounding crack!

She cried out a the pain of the blow and obeyed, tightening her ass around my cock.  This new sensation engulfed me and I drove harder and faster into the girl beneath me.  I leaned forward, pushing her legs toward her chest and wrapped my right hand around her throat – not choking, but applying firm pressure, demonstrating power and control over her.

The new tightness of Eve’s ass brought me quickly closer to climax.  Before her ass had been tight, but it opened to me, reluctant but accepting, now the sensation was of her trying to stop me, trying to force me out and I pushed past it with a feeling of glee, ripping into her and violating her tight channel hard and fast.

I thrust hard one last time and held it, twisting inside her, grinding my pelvis against her ass cheeks, trying to get as deep as I could before my cock exploded, filling her.  I groaned and pulled back a bit to press deeply into again, my cock spasming and shooting come deep into the girl’s ass.

I took my hand from her throat and touched her lips gently.  Immediately her mouth opened to me, sucking hungrily on my fingers as I thrust them inside. 

“You can stop tightening,” I told her gently.  Her ass loosened around my cock a little and I began slowly fucking her there, enjoying the after-climax sensations.  I pushed my fingers deeply into her mouth, then pulled them out, and again in time with the movement of my cock in her ass.

Sated, for the moment, I slowly pulled back from her.  Eve held her breath as I slid out of her, then exhaled, long and with relief.

“Did the masturbation help?” I asked her with amusement, removing my fingers from her mouth so that she could answer.

“No, Sir,” she whispered, miserably.  “It wasn’t enough.”

“Bad bargain for you,” I observed.