I woke to the gentle stroking of a soft hand down the side of my face.  I opened my eyes and in the dim light saw the shadowy figure of a girl kneeling beside the bed.  Her head was bowed, eyes downcast and her long, dark hair fell forward, draping her face.  With one hand she stroked my face again, in the other she held a telephone.

“Billy is calling, Sir,” she said softly.

Groaning I glanced at the clock as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. 

As I took the phone from her, the girl moved between my legs.  Eyes closed, she rubbed her face against my thigh like a cat, nuzzling and gently kissing the bare skin.  I smiled down at her tenderly; she was a good girl, quick to learn and eager to please.

“I’m on the East Coast, Billy,” I said into the phone.  “It’s 3:00 AM here.”

“Whatever,” came from the phone.  I could hear the bustle of San Francisco streets in the background, the voices of hucksters calling passers-by to strip clubs and porn outlets – Billy was in his element.  “I’ve got one for you, if you want her.”

The girl between my legs began gently licking my testicles, slowly swirling her tongue along and around the sack.  I placed my free hand on her head and stroked her hair in approval.

“Is she clean?” I asked Billy.

“I know what you want, man.  No drugs, I haven’t fucked her yet and she’s timid as a fucking mouse.  I need to teach one of my other girls a lesson, so can you be here tomorrow night?  She'll jump into your fucking arms after she sees that.”

I had three open beds and the newest student had been here for four months, so it wouldn’t hurt to add another.  “Yeah,” I told Billy. “I'll catch a flight first thing.  You still in the same place?"

"Same place," Billy agreed. "Bring the money."

"I'll bring it," I told him and hung up.

I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes.  "Quickly," I ordered.

The girl's mouth engulfed my cock as she obeyed; a warm, slick wetness.  She began bobbing her head up and down, taking me deeper until I could feel the back of her throat with each stroke, her tongue swirling around the head on the upstroke.  One hand gripped my balls, massaging and pulling gently, while the other gripped the shaft, moving up and down in time with her mouth.

I gave in to the sensation and groaned.  At the sound of my pleasure, she redoubled her efforts, moving her head faster, sucking harder until I was right on the edge. 

I grabbed the back of her head roughly, twining my fingers in her hair so that it pulled her scalp tight, and shoved her down hard on my cock, thrusting at the same time so that I buried myself deeper in her throat than she had on her own.  She made a tiny sound of pain and distress that sent me over the edge, finishing and pumping down her throat.  She swallowed convulsively, over and over, wary of spilling so much as a drop and the feel of her throat muscles working around the head of my cock sent fresh waves of pleasure through me. 

"Good girl," I told her, releasing her hair and I could feel her mouth curve in pleasure at the praise.  She knew what was expected, keeping her mouth on me as her hands continued to stroke, gently milking my cock to ensure she got every last drop. 

"I'll be leaving for a day or two, tell the others in the morning."  She made a soft sound of agreement, mouth still suckling on me.  "You can all work on independent studies while I'm gone and make sure things are ready for a new arrival."

"I will tell them, Sir," she said, taking her mouth from my cock, apparently confident that she'd gotten all I had to provide right now.  "Would you like me to prepare you breakfast before you leave, Sir?"

I sat up and tenderly kissed the top of her head.  "No," I told her.  "You go back to the dorm and get some sleep."

"Thank you, Sir," she acknowledged, turning her head to give my inner thigh a last kiss before rising and backing out of the room with her head bowed.

* * *

"Bring the money?" Billy asked as I neared him.  I sighed.

Billy was a procurer, he prowled the streets and bus stations of the San Francisco area, searching for new arrivals.  Apparently charming enough, despite his greasy appearance, his role was to earn the trust of the runaways and homeless youths that were drawn to the city hoping for something better than they had at home.  Once he had that trust, he'd violate it in whatever way he thought would best crush their spirit, usually drugs or intimidation or both, before turning them over to the full-time pimps, broken and ready to do as they were told.  He ran a few girls of his own, but his main source of income was providing them to others.

I looked pointedly around at the deserted, dilapidated street.  Billy stood at the foot of a dimly-lit stairwell leading up to a set of apartments.  "You want it out here?" I asked wryly, touching my jacket where the envelope of cash rested inside.

"Nah," Billy grinned.  "Upstairs."  He jerked his head upward and spun around, leading the way.  "You'll like this one," he called over his shoulder.  "She's all cute and innocent-looking."  He chuckled.

I followed Billy up the stairs and down a dank hallway to his door.  He paused, key in one hand, the other palm up.  “Cash?” he reminded me.

I pulled the envelope from inside my jacket and handed it to him.  He pocketed it, grinning again as he opened the door and ushered me in.

Through the doorway was a squalid, single room, dirty and cluttered.  There was a woman sprawled across the single bed, unconscious and badly beaten.  I raised my eyebrows at Billy.

“Told you I had to teach one a lesson,” he said, shrugging.  “Should make it easier for you that she saw me do it.”

I turned my attention from him to a figure crouched in the corner of the room.  I approached slowly and squatted, examining her closely.  Her thin frame was shaking and she kept stealing glances at the woman on the bed.  Long dark hair that would probably be brown once it was washed.  She wore a bulky sweater that hid most of her figure, but from the thinness of her wrists and legs, I expected her breasts would be small.  Time enough to find out later, I thought.  She’d been crying, but even with the tear streaks and red eyes, I could see that Billy had been right: cute and mousy rather than pretty.  Or, at least, she would be once she was cleaned up and fed.  One of Billy's tactics was to start keeping the kids hungry and dirty once he had control of them, then when he gave them food or let them wash they were grateful to him.

“What’s your name?” I asked gently, then glanced over my shoulder to Billy when she didn’t answer.

“Said it was Sarah,” Billy shrugged with indifference.

“Okay, Sarah,” I tried again.  “You need to talk to me if I’m going to help you.  And if I don’t help you, you’re going to be staying here with him.”  I looked pointedly at the woman on the bed.  “Do you want that?”

After a short pause, I heard a whispered, “No.”

“How old are you, Sarah?”

Another pause then a whispered, “Eighteen.”

I let my voice become sharper. “Let me explain how this is going to work, Sarah,” I snapped.  “When I ask you a question, you can decline to answer if that’s what you want, but if you do answer I expect the truth.  That was your one chance, so I’ll assume you don’t want to tell me your real age, but if you lie to me again we’re through and you can deal with Billy here.  Do you understand?"

She looked at me with scared eyes and nodded.

“Out loud, so I can hear you,” I instructed gently.

“Yes,” she said.

“Good.  Now here’s what’s going to happen.  I’m going to get up and walk out of here.  You can follow me or not, it’s up to you.  When we get to the street, you can run – I won't chase you.  If you follow me, we're going to go down the street to the diner and get you some food while I tell you what your options are.  Understand?"

"Yes," she nodded.

I stood and turned without another word, striding toward the door.  After a moment, Sarah scrambled to her feet and followed, keeping a wary eye on Billy.  He gave her a mocking grin and salute with the envelope full of money and laughed when she hurried her pace to get closer to me. 

She followed me so closely down the stairs that I could feel her pressed against my back.  When we got to the street, she tensed, but I didn't slow my pace, merely turned and began walking toward the diner on the corner.  There was the barest pause where I thought she might bolt, but then she fell into step beside me, still close enough that she brushed against me as we walked.

I smiled to myself.  Sometimes they run, but once they make that first choice to follow me I usually have them.  I'd be giving her other opportunities to get away, but her reactions told me she wouldn't take them.

"Good choice," I told her quietly.  "Alone you'd be picked up by another Billy within a few days."

She shuddered and edged closer to me.

"I thought he was nice," she whispered, nearly inaudible, "then he beat that girl so bad."

And I bet you think I'm nice too, I thought wryly.  What on earth makes these kids so naive that they'll jump from one betrayal right to trusting a stranger again?  A few weeks on her own and she'd learn to be wary, but get them early enough after they run from home and they're vulnerable.

Once seated at the diner, I said nothing more to her until after we'd ordered and the food came, letting the silence build.  As she took her first, ravenous bite of the cheeseburger, I asked, "So is your name really Sarah?"

She chewed and swallowed quickly, "Yes."

"I'm going to ask you some questions, Sarah, and I'll remind you again that I expect truthful answers.  If you're not comfortable answering, that's fine, just tell me, but if you answer it needs to be the truth.  If I ever find out you've lied to me, my help ends.  Understand?"

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

She looked down at her plate.  "Fifteen," she said softly.

"Things must have been bad at home," I said, putting gentle understanding into my voice.  I didn't bother to ask why she'd run away or where she'd run from, it was too early for that and not pressing the issue would help gain her trust.

"You have a decision to make, Sarah," I continued.  "From here, you can try it on your own again."  She looked down at her plate and swallowed hard when I said that and I smiled to myself, they never wanted to risk Billy and his ilk again. 

"You can try a teen shelter, if you want.  I'll drop you there."  I saw no reaction to that.

"Or if you want to go home, I'll get you there, too."  She tensed at these words, so I pressed it.  "We can get on a plane and take you home first thing tomorrow.  I'll even talk to your parents for you and try to smooth over whatever happened."

She'd been getting tenser and tenser as I spoke and finally blurted, "No!"

"Easy," I told her gently, a look of calm concern on my face, but inside I was smiling.  I knew I had this one. 

"There's one more option," I told her.  "I run a school.  A special school for kids like you, who've had to leave home and can't go back, but don't want to live on the streets."  She glanced up at me and I smiled at her.  "Go ahead and eat while I tell you about it."

"It's a small school.  Never more than twelve students and there's only nine now, so you'd be number ten.  That means that you'd get a lot of individual attention."  It was always hard to keep from laughing as I said this part.

"I expect a lot out of the students because of that," I told her.  "Excellent grades, as well as working hard around the school to keep it going.  I am very strict, though, and we have a corporal punishment policy, do you you know what that means?"

I'd timed the question again for just as she'd taken a bite of food and she had to quickly chew and swallow.  "I think so," she said, hesitantly.

"It means spankings," I told her in a matter-of-fact tone.  "Or paddling.  You may think you're too old for that, but I've found it to be very effective.  You should think hard about that before you make a decision.  Not everyone can handle that kind of discipline."  Making it sound as though there'd be something wrong with her if she couldn't.

"There's no drugs or alcohol allowed," I went on, as thought what I'd just told her wasn't the least bit out of the ordinary.  "If you're caught with drugs or alcohol, you're out.  You don't do drugs, do you, Sarah?"

She was staring at me now, eyes wide, and she shook her head quickly.  "No."

"Good."  I gave her a reassuring smile.  "Then you shouldn't have any problem."

I reached across the table and touched her hand gently, reassuringly.  "Don't worry.  You don't have to make a commitment to join the school without seeing it first.  You can come back with me and see what it's like.  You'll have a room to yourself and be able to sit in on the lessons and the field trips for a couple weeks before you make a decision. 

"If you don't like it, you'll still have all those options."  Time to lay those options out for her again.  "If you want to go it alone again, you can.  Or you can try a teen shelter.  Or I'll still take you home if that's what you want.  What do you think?"

"What about the ... the ..."

"The spanking?" I prompted and she nodded.  I squeezed her hand again and gave her another smile.  "Don't worry, while you're deciding, you're a guest -- that's only if you decide to stay.  And even then, if you're a good girl and follow the rules, you don't have anything to worry about, right?" 

"Right," she agreed.

"So is that what you want to do?  See what the school's like?"

"I guess so."  She hesitated.

I put an edge in my voice.  "It's a choice, Sarah, not a guess.  Which one?"

"I'd like to see the school," she said softly.

I gave her a big smile of approval.  "Good girl," I said and she smiled back shyly.  "Why don't you go wash up while I make the travel arrangements?"

She hesitated, glancing down at her half-eaten meal.  "But ..."

"The food will be there when you get back, Sarah."  An edge of disapproval in my voice again.  "You should have washed before the food came.  Look at your hands."

She did, taking in the grime under her nails, the result of Billy's tactics.  She bowed her head and stood, clearly embarrassed. 

"Good girl," I told her again.  Time for some sympathy, as well.  "I know things have been hard for you lately."

That got me another shy smile as she made her way to the restroom.

As soon as the door was closed, I pulled out my cell phone and called home.  Caller-ID would let them know they should answer.

"Hello, Sir."  It was Richard, sixteen-years old and good looking, he'd been with me for two years. 

"Make sure the guest room off the dormitory is made ready, Richard.  I'm bringing a new student home."

Alternative Schooling

Chapter Two

As I pulled through the gate onto the drive to the house, I was rewarded with another reaction from Sarah.  Another in a series of them that had started with a belated "thank you" for the meal and a heartier "thank you so much" for getting her away from Billy.

I'd reserved seats on the latest possible flight back to Florida from San Francisco, so there was enough time to stop at a department store and pick up new clothes for her.  All of her things had been taken by Billy, except for the clothes she was wearing and he'd kept her in those for several days.  I'd offered to go get her things from him, but she declined, not wanting to see him again.  I sensed a certain reluctance to abandon them, though.  She'd probably lost some things of sentimental value, but didn't want to face Billy again to retrieve them.  I'd made a note to call Billy and have him ship the things to me -- her gratitude when she got them back would tie her closer to me.

She'd ooed at the first-class seats, falling asleep in exhaustion shortly after take-off, then aahed when I showed her to the Jaguar in the airport parking lot.

Now, passing through the gate onto the ten acres surrounding my house, she looked around in awe.  The tree-lined driveway curved and the house came into view, two-stories and two-hundred feet of frontage in the style of a Mediterranean villa.

“This is a school?” Sarah asked.

“It’s my home,” I explained.  “The school is part of it, there are only ten of you, after all.”

She was silent as I pulled the Jaguar around the circular drive to the front of the house.  As the car came to a stop, the front door of the house opened and a girl came out.

Rebecca, 5’-11" of statuesque blonde, looking more twenty-five than her real age of seventeen -- dressed, for purposes of greeting Sarah, in jeans and a t-shirt instead of her normal, student uniform.  I'd chosen her to greet the newcomer because of her open, friendliness and her older appearance; she'd seem to Sarah like an older sister, knowing and trustworthy.  Rebecca knew exactly what to do and, without a glance to me, she pulled open the car door and squatted to look Sarah in the eye.

"Hi!" she beamed, showing a mouthful of white teeth.  "You must be Sarah.  I'm Rebecca.  Come on, let's get your stuff and get you settled in."

With that, she handed Sarah out of the car, retrieved her new backpack from the rear seat and warmly wrapped an arm around the smaller girl as she guided her into the house. 

As I watched them go, I smiled, knowing that Rebecca would keep up a non-stop chatter of innocuous conversation as she showed Sarah to her room, virtually ensuring that the two became fast friends.  I thought wryly that I'd miss Rebecca when I lost her in a few short months -- she'd be leaving to attend Cornel, ultimately headed for their law school thanks to exceptional SAT and LSAT scores, plus a generous donation to offset the rather unorthodox nature of her high school transcript.

I entered the house behind the two girls and made my way quickly upstairs to my bedroom.  Once there, I opened a large wall cabinet and turned on the monitors for the house's surveillance system.  On the largest screen, I put the view from the dormitory, where Rebecca and Sarah would be entering shortly; on another screen, I called up the feed from the classroom to check on the remaining students.  As I expected, all was in order, the eight other students, three boys and five girls, each sat at a desk, studying whatever project they were currently working on. 

On the larger monitor, Rebecca entered the dormitory with Sarah, leading her down the middle of the room, past the two rows of bunk-beds, three on each side of the room.  I could see Rebecca gesturing and talking, explaining the setup to Sarah, but didn't bother to turn up the sound.  The two girls crossed the room to a door in the far wall which led to the guest room and bath.

The placement of the guest room was deliberate.  Putting it as part of, but apart from, the dormitory ensured the guest, the prospective student, would have to interact intimately with the other students in the dormitory; would have to cross the dormitory to go to and from the guest room.  This exercise gave the guest a sense of privilege, which would, in turn, engender a sense of guilt in the personality types I looked for: someone searching to belong to something, longing to be part of a group or family.

Where the guest had a private room, the students shared one, and each had a smaller bed than the guest received.  Where the guest had a private bath, the students shared a bathroom where the only privacy was in the toilet stalls, even the showers were an open, communal affair for both sexes.  Where the guest had normal clothes, the students all wore the same school uniform, except for field trips or when household duties required more protection.

All of this gave the guest privilege, but would also set her apart.  Feeling guilty that she had what the others did not and wanting to belong, she would soon be willing to give up the extras and join the group, which meant joining the school.

Watching Rebecca and Sarah chat as they put Sarah's few things away in the guest room, I glanced at the stack of mail on my desk where a collection of envelopes caught my eye.  SAT results from the last round of testing, and one in particular that I wanted to check.  I retrieved that one and opened it. 

Richard had been distracted for some reason on the day of the testing, so I expected his results to be disappointing.  As I read them, my suspicions were confirmed and I reached forward to trigger the intercom to the classroom.

"Richard, come to my room," I said.  I watched him rise from his desk and hurry from the room; less than a minute later the door to my bedroom opened and he entered.

At sixteen, Richard was almost six feet and well-built thanks to the school's exercise regimen.  He wore the school uniform of a white silk shirt, collarless and short-sleeved, that fell to just above the bottom of his buttocks and loose, white cotton boxers.  He had dark hair and was tan from time spent at the pool and working outdoors on the school estate.

"I have your SAT results, Richard."

A look of trepidation filled his eyes and he bowed his head, shoulders slumping.  "I'm sorry, Sir," he said softly.

"Thirty points too low, Richard."  He glanced up at the piece of paper in my hands and swallowed hard.  "Get the chair, Richard."

He walked slowly to a corner of the room where a plain, wooden chair sat, lifted it and moved it away from the corner to the center of an open space.  Then he pulled the silk shirt over his head and drew off the boxers, leaving himself naked.  He faced the chair and bent over, resting his forearms on the arms of the chair and gripping the uprights of the chair-back tightly with his hands.

I left the security monitors and crossed the room to him, retrieving a rattan cane from the dresser top as I did so.  "Thirty, Richard."

"I'm sorry, Sir," he repeated, a quaver in his voice. 

There might be fear in his voice, but his body betrayed him as I saw his cock was already hard and straight.  Two years under my tutelage had blurred the line between punishment and pleasure, between reward and pain.  I laid the cane gently across his buttocks for a moment and said quietly, "I'm very disappointed in you, Richard."

"I'm sorry, Sir," he whispered again, and when I heard more shame and regret than fear in his voice, I knew he was mine.

I drew back the cane and sent it forward with a whistle to crack against the skin of his ass.

"One!" he yelled.  "I'm sorry, Sir!"

I drew the cane back again and took a moment to gaze at the red line drawn across the young man's buttocks, already raising in a hard welt.  I moved my arm for another blow, parallel to and lower than the first.

"Two!  I'm sorry, Sir!"

And a third, above the first.

"Three!  I'm sorry, Sir!"

The fourth blow I put more force behind, laying it atop the line of the first.  Richard's breath exploded from him a strangled scream and he lurched forward, quickly returning to position and inhaling to reply.

"Four!  I'm sorry, Sir!"

On the fifth stroke, his voice broke and by the eighth tears were streaming down his face.  The tenth stroke brought a full-throated scream of agony from him and he couldn't catch his breath in time, before the next stroke, so the eleventh became number ten in his count. 

He began whispering a litany of "i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry" to himself, miserable and desperate not to miss counting another.

When the stroke he'd count as fifteen landed, his knees gave out and he collapsed forward, face pressed to the seat of the chair, mouth half open as he murmured, "Fifteen, I'm sorry, Sir."

"Up," I ordered.  "You don't get any breaks when it's a punishment.  Get your ass in the air or we start over."

He scrambled swiftly to his feet and as his ass reached the proper height I brought the cane crashing down hard.

"SIXTEEN!" he screamed, voice cracking.  "I'm sorry, Sir!"

After twenty, I paused.  Richard's ass was a mass of welts, covered in red lines and weals.  Tiny drops of scarlet showed where the skin had broken.

"Spread your cheeks, Richard," I ordered calmly.

Richard whimpered, hesitating, and I quickly leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Now.  Or you'll start every morning this way for a week."

He moaned a low sound of despair, but took his arms from the chair to reach back and gingerly pull the cheeks of his ass apart.  Having to grip and pull on that tortured flesh must have been agony, but what came next was worse.

Now, faced with the white, unmarked surface of Richard's inner ass-cheeks, I used the tip of the cane instead of the length.  Sending it with a deceptively casual flick of the wrist to cut into that tender flesh.  Richard screamed afresh, struggling to stay upright without the support of the chair and struggling more to keep count of this fresh onslaught. 

Stepping from one side of him to another, so I could pay equal attention to each surface, I brought him to a count of twenty-nine strokes.

Then, taking careful aim and with a violent flick of my wrist, I laid the tip the of the cane directly onto his anus for the thirtieth. 

Richard let out a roar of agony and collapsed to the floor.  "thirty," he moaned in a hoarse, shallow voice.  "i'm so sorry, Sir, i'm so so sorry."

"We're not quite through, Richard," I told him.  "Have a seat."

Whimpering and crying, Richard struggled off the floor and gingerly sat.  Tears streamed down his face and he winced as he tried to find a way to sit that wasn't torture, but again, his body told a different tale: Richard's cock was full and engorged.  Even as the pressure of sitting on his abused ass sent fresh waves of pain through him, his cock throbbed to them.

"Would you like to take care of that?" I asked, indicating his cock with the tip of the cane.

Richard gasped in relief and gratitude.  "Yes, please, Sir, yes."

"Slowly," I told him. 

Richard's hand flew to his cock, grasping it and he began to slowly pump up and down.  His face relaxed in relief as this new sensation overrode the pain from his ass.  Within moments, within a few strokes of his hand, he moaned again and begged, "Please, Sir, may I finish?"

"Not yet," I ordered and his hand froze.  His face contorted in a rictus of concentration as he fought to stop, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Keep your hand on your cock," I told him as I raised the cane and brought it down atop his lower thighs. 

Richard's body convulsed, jerking in the chair and that movement slid his cock through the hand grasping it.

"Oh, god, please, Sir, please, Sir, please, Sir."

"Not yet," I told him, bringing the cane down again, higher on this thighs this time.

Richard was keening now, a thin, high-pitched squeal the only sound from him as he fought for control.

I raised the cane again and brought it down, harshly ordering, "Now!" as the cane landed across the top of Richard's thighs, high enough to catch a bit of his ball sack and draw a line of pure fire across it.  Richard jerked with the impact, threw his head back and howled in ecstasy and agony combined as his cock exploded, shooting come into the air.  He arched his back, supported only by his heels and his head against the back of the chair, then his body spasmed and he howled afresh, collapsing to the floor where he curled on his side and moaned.

I looked back to the security monitors and saw that the guest room was empty.  Quickly scanning through the cameras, I found Sarah’s image in the guest bathroom, just stepping into the shower, and put that feed on the largest monitor.  I’d been right about her figure: small breasts, a B-cup, at most, and with a narrow waist and hips.  As she adjusted the water temperature, putting her back to the shower, I enjoyed the view of her ass, which was small and tight, anticipating the first time I’d feel those cheeks under the palm of my hand as I punished her.

Richard moaned again and I turned my attention to him.  He’d taken his punishment well and it was time for reassurance, so I knelt down beside him and placed a hand gently on his hair.  At the touch, he reached out to me, hands grasping my hips and pulling himself toward me to rest his head in my lap.  I pressed his face firmly against my crotch, feeling his hot breath on me through the fabric of my pants and wrapped my other arm around his shoulders, drawing him nearer.

His body shook with sobs for a time as I rocked him gently, then calmed.  “I’m so sorry, Sir,” he whispered.

“I know, Richard,” I told him.  “It’s okay now.  I know you’ll do better next time.”

“I will, Sir,” he agreed, holding me tightly, then he moved one hand from my hip to the waistband of my pants, clutching at them.  “Please, Sir?” he asked in a tiny voice.

I smiled at this further sign of how completely he was mine.  Ass bruised and bloodied by my blows, his thoughts were only about regaining my approval and pleasing me, seeking comfort and reassurance by filling his mouth with my cock.  I raised up a bit in silent approval and his hands flew to undo my belt and pants, sliding them down to mid-thigh.  Hungrily his mouth engulfed my cock, sucking hard, tongue swirling desperately, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulling him tightly against me.

On the security monitor, Sarah was in the shower, facing the camera and working shampoo into her hair.  With her head tilted back and arms raised, her torso was stretched, breasts pulled tight.  I groaned in pleasure, a combination of Richard’s mouth working on me and anticipation of having Sarah stretched like that for other purposes.  Her arms and legs bound, her breasts stretched and tight, waiting for my ministrations with teeth and clamps and wax.

Roughly, I grabbed the back of Richard’s head and thrust forcefully into his mouth.  He immediately adjusted his position, stretching his neck and opening his throat to take the full length of me.  With both my hands entwined in his hair, I thrust again, grinding my pelvis hard against his face. 

I glanced at Richard’s ass, lines of raised welts covering it, starting to turn dark now with bruising.  I wondered what Sarah’s reaction would be when she saw her first caning here and how she’d take it when it was her turn. 

Looking again at Sarah’s naked image on the monitor, I decided that Rebecca would be her first female encounter.  The girls were very different physically and the thought of the contrast between Sarah’s petite figure and dark hair with Rebecca, full-figured and blonde, excited me.  It was only a question of when to arrange it and whether it would be forced or seduction.  Both scenarios had their attractions: Sarah with hands bound behind her back, helpless while Rebecca spread her legs and struggling against me as I forced her face into the blonde-girl’s pussy, smothering her there until she licked and sucked as ordered; or, something more private and gentle, with the older, trusted girl taking advantage of that trust to seduce her and teach her the pleasures of another woman. 

With those image in my head, I began thrusting over and over into Richard’s mouth, fucking his throat hard and fast.  With a groan, I thrust deeper one last time and held it there, flexing my cock as I crushed his face to me and filled his mouth and throat with my come.  Richard swallowed quickly, over and over, locking his lips around me to capture every drop.

Without warning, I reached out and brought the palm of my hand down on Richard’s abused ass with a resounding smack!  His body spasmed at the sudden pain and he screamed hard around my cock, the vibration of his cries sending fresh waves of pleasure through me.  I squeezed the cheek hard and released it several times, enjoying Richard’s pain and the sensation of him expressing that pain around my cock. 

Giving him a final squeeze and pulling out of his mouth, I patted his head gently. 

“Get cleaned up and back to your studies, Richard.  You’ll be retaking the test next week.”

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.

Alternative Schooling

Chapter Four

I sent Eve to clean herself up and join the others in the common-room, instructing her to return that night shortly after ten o'clock for her appointment with the Box.  Although it was unusual for me to be alone, without one of the students to attend and serve me, I wanted all of them to have the chance to interact with Sarah for the day. 

I spent the rest of the day catching up on mail and paperwork, checking the security feed occasionally to see how things were progressing in the common-room.  After some initial shyness, Sarah seemed to have adapted well to being surrounded by nine, barely-clothed teenagers.  Soon she was smiling and laughing openly as the group chatted and played games throughout the afternoon and evening.

One thing I noticed was that, while the group spending time with Sarah changed throughout the day, with some students going off to do other things like read or talk privately and then returning, Rebecca was a constant companion.  As the evening drew on, the group Sarah was in had been reduced to four.  Sarah and Rebecca were joined by Julia, a striking Hispanic girl of sixteen with long, raven hair, and Heather, a fifteen-year old who's body still carried some extra weight that the school's exercise regimen hadn't burned off yet.

The four girls had taken over the huge pile of pillows that covered the floor in front of the couch and lounged about as they chatted and giggled.  Sarah sat cross-legged, a pillow on her lap and looking out of place as the only girl dressed in jeans.  Beside her, Rebecca lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows with her feet kicking idly in the air, close enough to the younger girl that her shoulders occasionally brushed against Sarah's thigh.

As I watched them on the monitor, Julia said something to Heather, who laughed as the dark-skinned Latin girl lay herself face-down across the pillows in front of her.  Heather casually straddled the other girl's lower-back and began massaging her shoulders -- subtly rubbing her crotch back and forth across Julia's back and buttocks as she did so, I noticed.

The three students, Rebecca, Julia and Heather, kept up their friendly chatter through this, but I saw Sarah grow silent and glance down at Rebecca beside her.  Her fingers plucked idly at the pillow in her lap, one hand twitching, as though she'd like to reach over and touch the older girl, but she stopped herself and returned to the conversation.

At ten o'clock, the students began leaving the common-room, heading back to the dorm to get ready for bed and sleep.  The school kept early hours, with everyone awakening at 6:00 AM and those whose turn it was to make breakfast arising even earlier.  Sarah seemed surprised at the early "bedtime", but Rebecca explained and the younger girl followed the others back to the dorm.  Once there, the students said good night to Sarah, some giving her a warm hug, before they headed for the communal bathroom to ready for bed and Sarah went to her private guest room alone.

Shortly thereafter, Eve arrived at my door, ready for her session with the Box.  Since I was busy watching Sarah prepare for bed, I didn't acknowledge the young, black girl, so she simply stripped out of the school uniform, then knelt in front of my chair and bent over, placing her forehead on my right foot to await my pleasure. 

I triggered the intercom to the dorm and instructed Rebecca to come to my room -- I wanted to hear her opinion of the afternoon and evening with Sarah.  I looked down at the girl prostrate before me and smiled.  “Go lay down on the bed, Eve,” I instructed her.

Eve rose and went to the bed, laying face-up in the middle and spreading her arms and legs toward the four corners.  I joined her there and began buckling heavy leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, then I attached them to adjustable straps connected to the four corners of the bed and pulled them tight, stretching the tiny, fourteen-year old’s limbs tightly.  Once she was bound, I retrieved a tray from the dresser where I’d laid out what I’d need for Eve’s session with the Box.

The Box, as I called it, was an electrical stimulation device.  One could attach a variety of toys to it and use those toys to deliver electrical current to different parts of the body.  The settings on the Box allowed myriad effects to be achieved, ranging from incredible pleasure to unbearable pain, depending on the type of stimulation, intensity and location.  For Eve’s session with the Box, I intended to simply attach her and let it run, so I’d selected a full range of attachments in order to ensure she didn’t get bored.

From the tray, I picked up the smallest butt-plug.  Since I’d already abused Eve’s ass so thoroughly that day, it would still be sore and I wanted her experience to be with the electricity, not pain from what delivered it.  Unlike a typical plug, this one  had two wires running from its base and two strips of shiny, silver along its sides.  The wires and the silver strips would deliver the electrical current to the inside of Eve’s ass.  A thorough coating of conductive gel on the plug would both ease its insertion and help the electricity transfer to Eve’s body.

Eve made tiny sounds of discomfort as I pressed the tip of the plug to her sore asshole.  “Don’t worry, Eve,” I told her.  “It’s a small one … you’ll hardly know it’s there.”  She made a mournful sound, knowing from past experience that the size of the plug was the least of her worries once I turned on the Box.  With firm pressure, I pushed the plug into her ass, seating it firmly.

I coated a second plug with gel, this one made for her pussy, and quickly slid it into place.  Eve made another whine of discomfort, with two devices inserted, even small ones, her tiny holes were stuffed full and stretched.

The final attachment to Eve’s body was with a small, adhesive pad normally used with a TENs unit.  I peeled the pad off its backing and reached between Eve’s legs to pull the hood of her clitoris back from the tiny nub of nerve endings.  I placed the pad directly on the black girl’s clit and pressed it firmly into place.

Normally, only two devices could be used with the Box.  It transmitted electricity on two separate channels, each of which supplied power to two electrodes.  So under normal operation it would power the two plugs, treating each independently.  The sensations would be isolated as electricity coursed between the two electrodes on each plug.

In a special mode, though, the Box could combine the two channels, cycling current between any two of four electrodes.  What this meant for Eve was that the current could course between any two of the three parts of her body I’d wired up: ass, pussy or clit. 

In addition, the range of settings on the Box allowed me to control the type of sensation and its intensity.  Electricity stimulated the muscles and nerves, so the sensation could range anywhere from a gentle vibration to a stinging slap.  It could play on the nerves themselves, delivering sensation directly, or through the muscles, causing them to contract and relax involuntarily.

I set the Box to the “Torment” setting, which would randomly alternate between electrodes and sensations over time.  Eve could find herself cycling quickly toward orgasm as the Box applied delightful vibrations to her clit and pussy, then the Box could change to a harsher sensation, making her feel like someone was violently slapping her clitoris – or worse for her tonight, pounding on the interior of her already sore and abused ass.

I turned the Box on and dialed it up to a good starting level.  Over time, it would automatically increase the current, and therefore the intensity of the sensation, the longer Eve remained on the Box.  Eve’s body jerked in surprise as the current reached a level that she could feel and I turned the dial down a bit.  I wanted her to start with the current just barely there and then build over the time I planned to have her attached.

Movement from the doorway caught my attention and I saw that Rebecca had arrived while I was attaching Eve to the Box and was waiting patiently for me to notice her. 

“Come here, Rebecca,” I said, patting the bed next to me.  She sat down facing me, stealing a glance at Eve’s bound form.  “Tell me how things went with Sarah this afternoon.”

Rebecca recounted the details of the afternoon and evening, including her impression of the new girl.  She observed that Sarah had responded eagerly, almost hungrily, to the hugs and other gestures of affection from the other students.  “It’s as though she hasn’t had many hugs in her life, Sir,” she explained.  Something which didn’t surprise me, since many of the students I took in were neglected and lacking a sense of family and acceptance.

While Rebecca continued, I idly ran my fingers over Eve’s body.  The girl occasionally made sounds or jerked under my hands as the Box changed settings to some new torment.  At one point she let out a yelp of pain and began keening in distress.  I glanced at the Box and saw that it had changed to a setting that would feel like a series of static shocks, like small needles jabbing against the girl’s clit and inside her pussy. 

“You’re right, Eve,” I said sympathetically.  “That looks painful.  Here, let me change it for you.”  I adjusted the Box quickly to transfer the current to the butt-plug and increased the power slightly, sending the jabbing sparks of electricity deep into the girl’s sore and aching ass.  Eve howled in distress and thrashed in her bonds before the Box randomly changed to a new setting and she settled down.

“Don’t interrupt my conversation again,” I warned her.

Rebecca continued her recital, detailing Sarah’s interactions with each of the other students and her evaluations were remarkably similar to my own observations.  While she spoke, I brought up the security camera feeds from the guest bedroom and bathroom on the monitors.  Sarah had changed for bed, wearing only a t-shirt and panties that looked very like the school uniform she’d been surrounded by all evening.  Now she sat before the vanity mirror in the guest room, brushing her hair.  I noticed Rebecca look hungrily at the scene before turning her attention back to me.

“You took a bit of chance stripping in front of her,” I observed.  “That sort of thing so early could easily backfire and drive her away.”

“I know, Sir,” she said, lowering her eyes.  “But I had a feeling she’d accept it and …”  Her voice trailed off into silence.

“And what?” I demanded.

“And I wanted to, Sir,” she said quietly.  “I wanted her.”

I smiled tolerantly.  “She is a cute little thing,” I allowed.  “You’ll taste her pussy soon enough.”

“That’s not it, Sir,” Rebecca whispered, turning to look longingly at the image of Sarah on the monitor.  “I want her.  I want her like you have me.  I want to have her under me, completely at my mercy, Sir.”

Her face turned hungry as she continued.  “After I was naked in front of her, I was looking into her eyes and I knew, I knew, Sir, that she’d have done anything right then.  I wanted to straddle her and bury her face in my cunt.”  She turned to me with hungry, desperate eyes.  “Please, Sir.”

I considered for a moment.  Rebecca had always been one of the more aggressive and dominant of the students.  Whenever she was put in a position of control over them her enjoyment was obvious, but I hadn't seen this depth of desire to dominate someone in her before.  “What is it about this one that does that to you, Rebecca?  Why her?”

“I don’t know, Sir,” she whined.  She put a hand to her crotch, pressing the cotton of her shorts against her pussy and showing me how much wetness soaked into them.  “But, Sir, just thinking about it makes me ache for her.”

“I’ll consider it, Rebecca, you have been a very good girl lately,” I allowed.   

“Thank you, Sir.”

“In the meantime, you did well today, would you like a reward?”

“If it pleases you, Sir,” she answered, eyes downcast and properly demure again.

I gestured to Eve whose eyes were tightly closed and whose body was trembling under whatever sensation the Box was currently applying.  “Eve’s mouth isn’t busy right now,” I noted.  “Feel free to use it to satisfy yourself.”

“Thank you, Sir.”  Rebecca’s eyes brightened and she quickly stripped off shorts and shirt; she climbed naked onto the bed to straddle Eve’s head from the top, facing down the young black girl’s body.  Eve had heard me as well and her eyes were open now, staring up between Rebecca’s thighs at the seventeen-year old’s dripping pussy.

Rebecca lowered herself to Eve’s face and the younger girl eagerly opened her mouth to receive her.  Eve’s tongue darted out, licking and probing.  Rebecca went to all fours, her hands braced on Eve’s open thighs and began sliding her pussy back and forth along Eve’s face from nose to chin.  The girl’s black skin was soon shiny with juices, thickly covered by Rebecca’s wetness.

Rebecca’s position still let her see the security monitors and I noted that her attention was still fixated there.  On the screen, Sarah had finished brushing her hair and was wandering idly about the room, apparently not tired enough to sleep.  She raised her arms over her head, stretching; the act pressed her t-shirt tight against her small breasts and lifted the hem to expose her panties and the skin of her belly.

Rebecca let out a deep sound, almost a growl, and stared hungrily at the image.  She lowered her pelvis further, covering Eve’s face, and began grinding her pussy hard against the other girl.  Eve tried to use her tongue, but Rebecca didn't appear to notice.  She began grinding and sliding her pussy harder and faster against Eve, fucking the bound girl's face.  Taking pity on Eve, I adjusted the controls on the Box to be only pleasurable, setting them to feel like vibrations, gentle in her sore ass, but more forceful and insistent for her pussy and clit. 

Eve made a small sound of distress when, at one point, Rebecca's pussy covered both her nose and mouth for a time.  The sound seemed to spur Rebecca to new heights of arousal.  She clenched her fingers, digging them cruelly into Eve's thighs, then lifted her pelvis, freeing Eve's face so she could breath for just an instant before closing her thighs around the smaller girl's head, trapping it tightly.  She then renewed grinding her pussy into Eve's face, throwing her hips from side to side, back and forth, jerking the trapped girl's head with her.

Through all this, Rebecca's eyes never left the monitor, never wavered from the image of Sarah, fifteen, innocent and virginal.  I was convinced that, in Rebecca's mind, it was Sarah underneath her.  It was Sarah's head she imagined covering with her pussy juices, Sarah's thighs she was so cruelly marking with her grip and Sarah's face she viciously ground her pussy into over and over again.

Rebecca's breathing grew short and raspy as she clearly neared climax and I began to wonder if she was so lost in the fantasy of having Sarah under her that she might forget herself and come without permission.  But Rebecca's training had been strict and thorough, she didn't disappoint me.  Through clenched teeth, eyes still locked on the monitor image of Sarah, now pulling the bedcovers back to crawl underneath, Rebecca grated out, "Please, Sir, may I come?"

“Not yet,” I ordered firmly, standing and grabbing Rebecca’s hair at the back of her head.  I roughly pulled her upright, tilting her head far back, extending her neck.  Her fingers, locked in the flesh of Eve’s thighs, dug deep furrows in the black girl’s skin as I dragged her up.  I forced Rebecca up, lifting her so she had to rise on her knees, freeing Eve’s face from her pussy.

Both girl’s gasped, Eve from relief, now able to breathe, Rebecca from the pain in her scalp and in an effort not to come without permission.  With my other hand, I reached between Rebecca’s legs and grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger, pinching it gently.  I put my mouth close to Rebecca’s ear and whispered to her. 

“Do you really want that little girl?”

“Oh, god, yes, Sir,” she breathed.

I began slowly squeezing Rebecca’s clit harder, steadily increasing the pressure as I whispered to her.  She ran her hands desperately up and down her body as though confused at what to do with them.

“Do you want her head between your legs and feel her tongue on your pussy?”

“Yes! Please, Sir, please, I’m going to come!”  She dropped her hands to her thighs, clutching at the tender insides, digging her nails into her flesh.

Eve, staring wide-eyed from below, was lost in the combination of sensation, sight and sound.  The power of the current from the Box had increased to the point that it was like she had one powerful vibrator in her pussy and another against her clit.  Directly above her face, she was staring at Rebecca’s pussy, gaping and dripping with the older girl’s arousal.  Through all this, she could hear us as Rebecca voiced her desires toward Sarah. 

“Do you want to hurt her?” I whispered.

“Yeeesss,” she hissed through clenched teeth.  “Oh, god, Sir, please!”

I’d increased the pressure on Rebecca’s clit to the point where I was sure it must be painful, but there was no sign of pain in her manner, only desire on the verge of frenzy.  Rebecca’s eyes were clenched shut and she was gnashing her teeth.  Seeing this, and having heard the raw desire in her voice, I made a quick guess.

“Do you want to sink your teeth into her tender flesh until she screams for mercy?”

“YEESSSS!” Rebecca howled.

“I’ll let you,” I whispered to her.  “Come now.”

Rebecca screamed, full-throated and primal, her mouth opened as wide as it would go.  Her body convulsed in my hands, bucking and writhing.  Her knees buckled and I lowered her, letting her sink toward Eve’s face again.  As soon as she felt the girl’s breath on her pussy, it was as though Rebecca realized there was something there she could fuck and she went wild. 

She dropped her pelvis hard onto Eve’s face and again began grinding and rubbing against the girl in a crazed frenzy.  Now, it seemed as though she was actually trying to get the girl’s head inside of her as she grunted with effort.  Where before Eve’s mouth and chin had been wet with her juices, now Rebecca covered the girl’s entire head.  As she pushed her pussy far back, over Eve's forehead to her hairline, Eve's coarse, curly hair rubbed against her clit.

Rebecca became even wilder, the scraping sensation on her clit sent her over the edge again and another wave of orgasm engulfed her.  She wrapped her legs and arms around Eve's head and torso and squeezed tightly, continuing to grind her pussy into the girl beneath her.

For Eve, Rebecca's frenzy and loss of control must have been the final push necessary to send her over the edge as well.  I heard muffled sounds from beneath Rebecca and then Eve's limbs strained against the bonds holding her to the bed.  Her hips bucked and writhed as she struggled beneath the larger girl and I could see the muscles in her abdomen rippling as the waves of an orgasm took her.

I let this continue for a moment, then shut of the power to the Box.  Eve began to calm first, then Rebecca.  I pulled gently at Rebecca, rolling her off of Eve to lie on her back.  Next I began releasing Eve from the bonds, unclipping the cuffs and freeing the girl.  The two girl's gradually came back to themselves and reached instinctively for each other.  Wrapping legs and arms around each other, they cuddled and rocked, each laying gentle kisses on whatever body part was nearest.

Eve made a few small sounds as I gently pulled the plugs from her pussy and ass, especially from her ass, which was now even more sore and sensitive.  Rebecca stroked and soothed her until she quieted.

I crawled onto the bed myself and gently stroked both girls.  At my touch, they responded by reaching for me, squirming across the bed to wrap themselves around me, cuddling close and rubbing their faces against me.  I kissed both of them gently on the cheek.

"I hate to spoil the moment," I whispered to them, "but, Eve, I don't recall giving you permission to come." 

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?”

* * *

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.