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I woke the next morning to the sensation of Eve’s warm tongue on my thigh. The black girl was between my legs, deep under the bedcovers, slowly and sensuously licking the inside of my thigh knee to groin. At the top of each stroke, the girl ran her tongue over my balls and up the underside of my cock before lowering her head to begin again. I rolled fully onto my back, stretching and spreading my legs apart to give her easier access. Now that I was awake, Eve crouched and became more vigorous in her actions, alternating between sucking as much of my ball sack into her mouth as would fit or bobbing her head repeatedly as she engulfed my cock.
The night before, I’d kept Eve with me, sending Rebecca back to the dorm. I’d fucked the tiny black girl twice more before allowing her to curl up at the foot of the bed to close her eyes and try to sleep. Rest came difficult to her, as her sore body ached and her mind dwelt on anticipation of the punishment she’d be receiving for coming without permission. I’d told her that her punishment for that would be on-hold until our guest had become acclimated enough to the school that it wouldn’t shock her into leaving.
Now she woke me to begin a new day, as one of the students did every morning. Whichever boy or girl I kept overnight to serve me was responsible for using their body to wake me at the designated time. I stretched again and let out a contented, satisfied sigh.
Below in the dorm, the other students would be rising, preparing for the day: showering, shaving (an intimate, partnering process as they helped each other remove the hair from their bodies) and cleaning the dorm and communal bathroom. Two of the students would have awakened earlier, preparing themselves quietly while the others slept before making their way to the kitchen where they would now be cooking breakfast. This duty, like all the other chores around the school, rotated amongst the students.
Rebecca would have awoken Sarah by now and I smiled at the thought of how that must have frustrated her. I imagined her making her way through the darkened guest room to the bedside and gazing down at Sarah’s sleeping form, vulnerable and innocent. The temptation to slide into bed beside the girl, to cuddle and stroke her, must have been unbearable – or, more likely from Rebecca’s performance the night before, it was the desire to strip the blankets from the bed and fall on Sarah in ravenous force that she’d had to suppress.
After a few more moments of enjoying Eve’s attentions, I rose and made my way to the bathroom, Eve following close behind. My master bath was an example of sybaritic excess. Along one full wall was a large bay window, enclosing in glass the bathing area where a large bathtub, easily big enough for three, sat next to a full-size Jacuzzi that could hold eight. Tiled seats and shelves surrounded the bathing area, covered in waterproof cushions, so that one could sit or lounge comfortably around the tubs – also providing comfortable places to have the students perform for me while I relaxed in the hot water.
Past the bathing area, through a glass doorway in the far wall, was a combination steam-room and shower. Eve had turned on the steam before waking me, making the room hot and moist as we entered. In the center of the room was a waterproof massage table, which I crossed to and lay face-down on.
Knowing what was required of her, Eve adjusted a handheld shower head to the correct temperature and soaked my body, then set the sprayer down and began lathering me with soap. I sank into the luxury of the relaxing heat combined with the girl’s slippery hands running firmly over my body. Finished washing my back and legs, she rinsed me with the sprayer and I rolled over to have her repeat the process on my front. Finishing by washing my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp as she worked the lather in. Finished, she turned off the water and steam, returning with a large towel to stand and wait patiently for me to get up.
Once dry, I left Eve to wash herself and returned to the bedroom to dress and go down to breakfast. Breakfast at the school was mostly a buffet affair, but with some foods cooked to order by the students assigned that duty. All talking and movement ceased as I entered the informal dining room and walked to my place at the head of the table; breakfast and lunch were causal meals at the school so the students weren’t required to wait for me to before eating, but they were required to show respect and attention when I entered. Sarah was already seated and eating when I arrived and I noted that she looked around as everyone else stopped and lowered their eyes. She looked puzzled for a moment, then slowly followed suit, gazing down at her plate and lowering her fork to the table.
Without a word, I took my place and opened the newspaper that had been placed there. Conversation and the clinking of silverware and dishes resumed, but more muted. One of the girls cooking this morning, Heather, I noted, a newer girl who wasn’t yet as fit as I preferred, took up position beside me, standing patiently. When I said nothing, she poured coffee and orange juice, then crossed the sideboard and began filling a plate with food. If I had asked for something specific, she would have obeyed, but now followed the students’ standing instructions.
I remained silent through breakfast, then rose, the students still present again quieting while I left the room. I went to the classroom and began preparing for the day’s lessons, many of which were mundane. Much as I might have liked to concentrate solely on teaching my students the pleasures and pains of the flesh, I felt an obligation to look after their academic education as well.
Much like a classroom in a regular school, mine had three rows of four desks facing a large whiteboard along the front wall. To the side was my own desk. Unlike regular classrooms, this one had some more specialized features – many of which I incorporated into the regular lessons. Just because the lesson was on a mundane topic didn’t mean it had to be boring.
Sitting at my desk, I reviewed each student’s status and saw that it was time for a math quiz. Because of the small class-size and varying ages, each student worked independently on things like math, proceeding at their own pace, but I held their tests and quizzes in order to administer them all at the same time.
The students began arriving, each carrying a laptop on which they did their schoolwork. Rebecca ushered Sarah in and showed her to an empty desk, then retrieved a spare laptop for her from a supply cabinet. I watched the clock and at exactly 7:30, stood from my desk. The class was immediately silent and attentive.
“Since everyone’s now finished with their latest math module, we’ll start the day with a quiz,” I announced. “Start your math programs and take the next quiz for the module you’re working on. I expect perfect scores.”
This last was met with muted groans. Normally I set an expected range as an acceptable score, punishing for any points scored below that range and rewarding anyone who got all the questions correct. By telling them I expected perfect scores, I was letting them know that there would be only punishment, even for a single incorrect answer. The students opened their laptops and began working, the software administering the quizzes would time and score each one.
“Sarah, why don’t we go for a walk while they’re working.”
I led the girl out to the pool area, silent as we crossed the deck past the rock formation at one end. The ten-foot tall wall of rock hid a small, heated spa at its summit, accessible by stairs built into the back of the wall. Water from the pool was heated and pumped up to the spa where it overflowed in a waterfall back into the pool. I gestured for Sarah to sit at a table near the waterfall and joined her.
“So what did you think of your first day here?”
She hesitated before answering. “I’m not sure,” she said finally. “It’s so different.” She looked around, past the waterfall to the expanse of the estate grounds. Trees and gardens surrounded the house, cutting of the view of much of the estate, but paths led through all of these to the other areas. The early morning sun was bright and we could hear birds singing.
I caught her eye as she looked around and stared at her, not taking my eyes from hers. “I’m sure it is. How did you like the other students?”
“The clothes are so … strange,” she said, looking away embarrassed. I smiled, still staring at her. She might look away, but every time she glanced back she’d find my eyes on hers.
“I know,” I told her, “but there's a reasons for that. Rebecca told you that sex is sometimes allowed here?” Sarah nodded, blushing. “Well, the school uniform is part of that. You see, I don’t allow any drugs or alcohol here, but teenagers are very tempted to experiment with things, right?”
“I suppose.”
“So I allow experimentation with sex, instead. Very controlled and only within the group where everyone’s sure that there’s no diseases. That gives the kids something to explore that’s safe, but still one of the ‘forbidden’ things outside of the school. Does that make sense?”
Sarah nodded, clearly thinking this through.
“The uniform helps with that, because it’s revealing. The boys can see the girls’ breasts through the silk and the girls can see when a boy gets aroused by it. That keeps everyone’s mind off of wanting to try drugs and alcohol and on a safer subject.
“Allowing sex also solves another problem with teenagers,” I continued. “Have any of your friends ever had sex with a boy they thought liked them? And then he suddenly wasn’t interested anymore?”
Sarah nodded, unwilling to speak. She’d stopped looking around, but wasn’t able to meet my gaze. She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them.
“Sex gets in the way of forming relationships,” I explained. “You can’t be sure if someone genuinely likes you or just wants to have sex with you. Here, the sex is controlled, no one has to pretend to like someone just to get sex. So if a boy and a girl spend time together ...” I paused. “Or two boys, I suppose … or two girls. If they spend time together here, it’s because they really like and care for each other. Do you understand?”
Sarah nodded again as she thought about these ideas. I’d seen her attraction to Rebecca and that combined with the desire for affection that Rebecca had noticed would make the girl eager for love, desperate for affection and caring she could feel sure about. Promising that was a tempting carrot to get her to stay at the school.
“But what did you think about the other kids?” I chided gently. “Not just their clothes.”
Sarah gave me a shy grin. “They were very friendly,” she said. “Everybody was really nice and made me feel at …” Her voice trailed off and she looked away.
“Home?” She nodded. “That’s still an option, you know. I’ll take you home and do whatever I can to help you ….”
“No!” Sarah blurted, her eyes wide.
“Easy.” I reached across the table and touched her shoulder, calming her. “Wherever you go from here, it’s your choice. If you don't want to go home, I won't force you. You have options, the same ones we talked about in San Francisco. This school isn’t right for everyone, so really ask yourself if you want to live the way the kids here do. It’s your choice.”
The girl’s face was confused and stricken. “Do you think I should stay?” she asked.
“It’s not my decision, Sarah. You made a choice when you left home, you decided that whatever was happening there wasn’t right for you. Now you have to make the same sort of choice – at least now you’ll have more information.”
Sarah bit her lower lip and whispered, “When …”, her voice trailing off.
“When do you have to decide?” She nodded. “I think a couple weeks of seeing what it’s like here should be enough time to decide, sooner, if you want, you don’t have to take that long. And if you decide not to stay, you don’t have to leave right that minute. You can still stay here while we try to get you settled wherever you want to go. Okay?”
The girl nodded, clearly relieved that she didn’t have to decide right then and there and that she wouldn’t be dumped on the street somewhere if she decided not to stay.
“Do you have any questions?” I asked.
“If I stay, do I have to have …” She gestured, unwilling to finish the question.
“Sex?” She nodded. “Yes, Sarah, you do. That’s a requirement here. And it’s not just with the boys, you might be told to do things with the girls, too, no matter how you feel about that. Maybe even with Rebecca, even though it might feel weird to do that with a friend.” I watched her face change as she dealt with some confusing feelings this topic brought up. “You have to ask yourself if you can handle something like that or if you want to leave and never do it.”
It was a struggle for me not to laugh. The girl was clearly attracted to Rebecca, but very confused about it, and here I was, sympathetically offering to let her walk away from something she secretly longed for. As soon as Rebecca was able to bring that longing to the surface, as soon Sarah accepted her attraction to the older girl, nothing would be able to drive her away. Instead of laughing, I forced a kindly smile and said, “I think that’s enough for you to think about for now. Let’s get back inside and see how they did on their quiz, okay?”
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Back in the classroom, the students had finished their respective math quizzes and moved on to other subjects while awaiting my return. I seated Sarah and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before crossing to my desk and gathering the printed quiz results from the printer there. Three students had failed to get perfect scores on the simple quizzes and would need correction. I set these papers aside and walked to room’s corner where there sat a wooden chair identical to the one in my room upstairs. I carried it back and placed it facing the class.
“Three of you,” I announced to the class. “Have not met my expectations. I’m disappointed.” I opened my desk drawer and removed a large wooden paddle. “You all know the consequences of displeasing me, so I’m surprised at you for failing to study enough or allowing yourselves to be distracted by other considerations. Hopefully this will drive home the need for you to apply yourselves.”
I stood next to the chair, paddle in hand. “Heather,” I announced.
The heavy-set girl rose from her desk and approached the front of the class, head hanging. Once there, she silently bent over and laid her forearms on the arms of the chair, gripping the uprights of the back.
“You missed three questions, Heather,” I told her, sliding the hem of her silk shirt up onto her back. Normally, I’d pull her shorts down as well, administering the punishment on her bare ass, but I didn’t want to go that far yet with Sarah watching. Seeing the other students be paddled for the first time would be enough of a shock for her. I looked around the class as I raised the paddle. Some were watching with dread and fear, wondering if they were one of the other two who’d missed questions; others had looks of avid anticipation, eager to see Heather punished. Sarah was open-mouthed, but her eyes were locked on the scene, not looking away.
Crack! I sent the paddle crashing down on Heather’s ass and the girl cried out in sudden pain.
“One! I’m sorry, Sir!”
Crack!
“Two! I’m sorry, Sir!”
Underneath the shorts, I knew Heather’s ass would be a bright pink and I regretted having to leave her covered.
Crack!
“Three! I’m sorry, Sir!”
I laid a hand on Heather’s head and leaned over to kiss her gently. “Try harder next time,” I admonished.
She stood and stepped closer to me, head bowed, asking for a hug. I wrapped her in my arms and she melted against me, struggling for as much contact as possible.
“I will, Sir,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.” I released her and gave her a gentle pat on her butt before sending her back to her seat.
“Richard,” I announced and heard him gasp in surprise. He’d clearly thought he’d gotten all the questions correct, but had missed one. He stood slowly and walked toward the front of the class. Before he was halfway, the front of his shorts was obviously tented by his growing cock. Richard was developing into something of a painslut, even with his ass bruised and welted from his caning the day before, Richard’s body was becoming aroused at the prospect of more abuse.
He assumed the proper position, as Heather had, and I slid the silk shirt out of the way. For a moment, I considered pulling his shorts down, regardless of the risk of shocking Sarah, because the sight of the paddle landing on his ass already covered with welts and bruises would be an excellent warning to the rest of the class, but in the end I decided not to. Keeping Sarah interested and willing was more important.
“You only missed one, Richard,” I informed him, bringing the paddle swiftly down across his ass.
Crack!
“Aaaarrrgghh! One, I’m sorry, Sir!” exploded from him as pain covered his ass cheeks.
Punishment complete, Richard walked slowly back to his desk, one hand behind him to hold his ass. Facing the class now, his erection was clearly visible, a darker spot of dampness over the tip where his cock had begun leaking precome. I saw Sarah’s eyes widen and lock on Richard’s crotch in shock and fascination. I watched her closely as I announced the last name.
“Rebecca.”
Sarah’s head whipped around, turning to stare at the other girl. Rebecca stood and walked slowly to the front of the class, her long, blonde hair hanging forward to over her lowered face.
“Five, Rebecca? I’m a little shocked.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” the girl whispered.
I gave her a knowing smile. “Are you distracted by something?”
“I … am, Sir,” she answered. “I’m sorry.”
I gestured to the chair and Rebecca assumed the position. I glanced at Sarah who was sitting forward now, lips parted. Before raising the paddle for the first blow, I bent close to Rebecca’s head and whispered in her ear.
“Sarah’s watching you. She’s staring at your ass not even blinking.” Rebecca closed her eyes and moaned. I straightened and swung the paddle.
Crack! Rebecca jerked, crying out.
“One! I’m sorry, Sir.”
Sarah was leaning more forward now, to the point I thought she might fall out of her chair. Her eyes had taken on a glazed, vacant look as she watched her new friend be paddled.
I whispered to Rebecca again, “She likes it. She likes seeing you up here being paddled hard. It’s a shame … I know you’d rather be watching it happen to her. I’d pull her panties down so you could watch her ass turn red and burning.”
Rebecca whined, biting her lip in frustration.
Again I brought the paddle down.
Crack!
“Two! I’m sorry, Sir!”
Whispering again, I tormented the big, blonde girl with images she yearned for. “But you’d rather paddle her yourself than watch, wouldn’t you? Or would you bother with a paddle? The first time would be better with your bare hand, wouldn’t it?”
Rebecca whimpered and began squirming. She clamped her thighs and began rubbing them together, desperate to get some sensation on her pussy and clit.
“You’d like to feel your hand on her bare ass. Feel the sting in your palm at the same time.”
Crack! As I stood and swung the paddle again. An inarticulate groan came from Rebecca as the impact sent a deep thud through her pelvis.
“Three! I’m sorry, Sir!”
Alternative Schooling
Chapter Five
The rest of the students were clearly wondering what it was I was whispering to the girl to get such a reaction, but Sarah seemed oblivious. She was lost in the moment, eyes locked to her friend’s cotton-covered ass as it squirmed and wriggled between blows of the paddle. The younger girl’s breathing had become ragged and she was clutching the edge of her desk with white-knuckled hands.
“You should see her,” I whispered to Rebecca, who continued to moan deeply as I spoke. “She wants you so bad, but she doesn’t quite understand it yet.”
Crack!
“Four! I’m sorry, Sir!” Rebecca’s hips were undulating in wide circles, making it more difficult to target the paddle.
“I think you’d like having her over your lap to spank her.” Rebecca's teeth were bared and she was breathing heavily, air whistling through her clenched jaws. “You’d feel her bare skin on yours, her belly resting across your thighs, your arm across her back to hold her in place.” I put my mouth directly to her ear and whispered throatily, “Then you could reach between her thighs and see if she's as wet as you are right now.”
Rebecca threw her head back and howled with frustrated desire as I straightened and brought the final blow of the paddle crashing down across her ass.
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