Arse Fucked

‘How long have you been using the plug?’ Mr Williams asked me.

‘About a week sir.’

‘And what number are we?’

The ass plugs were kept in a wooden box and numbered for size, with number one the smallest and six the fattest and longest.

‘Number three sir.’

‘That’s not a bad place to start feeling what a real prick is like up your shitter,’ he said coarsely.  ‘You’re stretched a bit but not so much that I don’t get the sensation of fucking a virgin arse.’

He looked at me for a moment, still with his semi-tumescent cock lolling out of his trousers.

‘Normally I’d fuck you first with Barney, James and Phil there,’ he mused, ‘and then they’d either do you in the arse or mouth as well.  But there is something to be said for having your cellies as witnesses to your first arse fuck.  Of course, it’ll be easier on you too as you’ll only have one cock up your shitter today instead of maybe four when the boys get to use you.’

So I was supposed to feel grateful!

‘Ok, girls,’ he said to Kylie and Billie, ‘one of you can hold her shoulders and the other can lie down and hold her feet apart.  She might struggle a bit so I think Kylie had better do the shoulders and Billie the legs.’

‘Oh, but sir, that means Billie will get the best view of your cock fucking into her arse,’ Kylie complained.

‘Well, maybe after I’ve broken her in I’ll do her again on the bed and you can both have a good look.’ He seemed more tolerant than usual.  I had half expected him to get the cane back on Kylie’s arse for daring to question his judgment.

 He made me grip the rail at the end of my bed as if I was to be caned again.  Then he had Kylie kneel on the bed facing me and told her to hold my arms to stop me moving.  Then he had Billie lie on the floor under my body with her arms wrapped around my legs.  Her face was pretty much underneath my arse so as Kylie had said, she’d have a perfect view of his cock thrusting into me.

‘We would normally have some KY jelly for her first fuck up the shitter,’ Mr Williams remarked, ‘but we can improvise.’

With that comment he plunged the fingers of his right hand into my cunt and wiped the wetness around my anus.

‘Mmmm,’ he mused, ‘might not be anough.  Kylie and Billie, we need your juices too.’

He made them get up and dip their own fingers into their cunts and wipe them into my arsehole!  Then he used his left hand to dip into both girls’ pussies, extracting the last of the wetness induced by the spankings and canings, and added that to my bumhole.

He made the girls get back into position to hold me and I felt his cock against my arse.  It was clearly fully hard now and Billie was squeaking with excitiement.

‘It’ll never get into her arse, sir,’ she said breathlessly, ‘it’s huge!’

‘It’ll go in no trouble,’ he responded.

Then he started to thrust gently.  He pulled my arse cheeks open to try to expose the anus better where it had been stretched by the plugs, but I still screamed as his tool forced itself into my virgin arse.

‘Get the knickers and gag her,’ Mr Williams ordered Kylie.  She jumped off the bed and picked up the three pairs of knickers which we had thrown down before and stuffed one, then another into my mouth.  The third pair, which I noticed was mine, she kept by her on the bed when she got back up to hold me again.

So I was gagged by my cellies’ dirty knickers!

I couldn’t scream after that but I surely squirmed as he gradually forced more cock into me, until a point came when I realised it didn’t hurt any more.  I felt utterly full of cock and I lost all sensation except that cock in my arse.  My entire consciousness was focussed on it.  He was slowly thrusting his cock in and out and I began to push back against him.  I was actually enjoying it!

Mr Williams was moaning as he slowly fucked me in and out, and I was too, a noise between a groan and a purr.

‘All right, Billie,’ he said in a gasping tone, ‘Now lick her cunt out.’

‘But sir,’ Billie started to say.

‘Lick her fucking cunt or I’ll flog you till you’re bloody.’

I felt Billie’s tongue on my pussy lips and tried to push down so she could lick me better.  I was dizzy with the ecstasy of being royally fucked in my arse while my cunt was being sucked and licked.

Because of the gag I couldn’t speak but I was moaning and then something happened which now I know was my first ever orgasm.  I actually fainted in ecstasy for just a few seconds, held up by Kylie’s hands on my shoulders and Billie’s face under my cunt.

When I came to, dazed and still moaning, Mr Williams was reaching his own climax and moaned himself as he pumped hot seed into my reamed arse.  He slid out of me and casually wiped his cock on Billie’s hair.

‘Fuck that was good,’ he said.

‘Did you cum in her?’ Kylie asked.

‘Fuck yes.’

“May I look at the cum seeping out?’

‘Sure.  Actually we’ll get her to squeeze it out over Billie’s tits.  That’s always a good look.’

I was trembling with the stunning feeling of having reached my first orgasm, as Mr Williams made me kneel over Billie’s naked body and drip his cum over her tits.

‘Oh sir,’ Kylie said, ‘there’s so much of it.’

‘I haven’t had a fuck for days, so it builds up, and she had an arse as tight as fuck which drained every bit.’

He saw that Billie was looking with distaste at the cum smothering her breasts.

‘Rub it all over your tits, cunt,’ he ordered her. ‘And Kylie, take some and rub it in yours as well.  I want to see all the nipples in this room hard and erect and wet with cum.  Katie, you too.’

We all rubbed cum into our tits and made our nipples hard, Billie lying on the floor and Kylie and I kneeling over her.

Amazingly, since it was only a few minutes sinced he had blasted his sperm in my arse, I saw that Mr Williams’ cock was getting hard again.

He saw me looking at it and smiled.

‘Take the knickers out of your mouth,’ he instructed me.  ‘Next time, you’ll be quiet or I’ll whip your arse off.  And next time I’m going to do you ass to mouth.  A few more minutes and this cock will be just right for splitting your shitter again and the next part of your education will begin.

’

Fuck! Ass to mouth! I could only think of one thing that could be and I didn’t think it was going to be very pleasant!

Billie Gets Caned

Billie was already well striped across her arse from the five hard strokes I had given her.  I was also looking forward to giving her two more and watching her get the other four.  Still, I had a remnant of cellie loyalty and called out to her to hold tight to the rail, so she didn’t jump up and earn more punishment.

All I got was a glare from her, as Mr Williams moved her feet to position her for the thrashing.

As her parted her legs he let his hand stray to her cunt lips and after a dip into her pussy sniffed his wet finger. 

‘You’re right,’ he said to me, ‘she’s creamed up very nicely.  Come here for a second.’

I went over to him and he put his finger next to my mouth.  ‘Lick it clean,’ he ordered.  I had never tasted a girl’s juices before but I knew never to go against Mr Williams’ orders so I opened my mouth and let him insert his finger.  I licked it and didn’t mind the taste at all.

‘Now you’ve made my finger wet, Mr Williams complained, slapping me across the face, ‘and you’ve got no cunt hair to dry it on, you slack bitch.’

‘You should beat her for that,’ Kylie said, the slag.

He looked at her. ‘You’ve got cunt hair, Kylie, ‘come here and dry my finger on it.’

‘You have got to be joking.’

He looked at her again, then round at me and smiled.  ‘She doesn’t know I don’t joke like that, does she Katie?’

‘No sir.’

‘Get up, Billie, we’ll just show Kylie a few things.’

Billie pushed herself upright.  ‘Bend over, Kylie,’ Mr Williams ordered, ‘you’ll get four strokes to teach you not to talk back to me.’

‘But that’s not fair,’ Kylie protested.

‘Five,’ Mr Williams immediately responded.

‘Sir!’ Kylie moaned.

‘Ok,’ Mr Williams replied, ‘six.’

Kylie finally managed to keep silent.  As she bent over I saw how swollen her cunt lips were, so she’d had a good kicking.

Mr Williams slipped his finger into her cunt just as he had with Billie.

‘Not really wet at all, he commented, as he sniffed his finger.  ‘Let’s see if half a dozen good cuts will cream her up.’

I have to say that I enjoyed watching that caning.  I had been expecting that Kylie would escape without a single cane stroke, so it was a pleasure to watch her writhing under the lash of the cane.  I was pleased as well that she got an extra stroke, when she let go of the bed rail on the fifth whack to clutch at her bottom.

It was me who said to Mr Williams that letting go like that was usually punished by an extra stroke, but although he agreed to beat her one more time he wouldn’t let me do it.

Still, she was crying and her arse was severely striped when he had finished with her, and that pause after my own beating had calmed me down for Billie’s thrashing still to come, so that was good too.

Mr Williams then ordered Billie to bend over for her punishment, but she pointed out that he hadn’t checked Kylie’s cunt for wetness.

‘Quite right,’ he said, ‘come here Kylie and open your cunt so I can have a look.’

She was still crying but managed to pull her labia back so he could peer down and then slide a finger into her.  He brought it out glistening with juices.

‘Caning is such an art,’ he said triumphantly, ‘there’s nothing better than seeing a well thrashed girl pumping out the juice ready for cock.’

This time he wiped his finger in Kylie’s hair, a gesture that she abominated but knew better now than to resist.  Then he got Billie back into position and prepared for her delayed caning.

‘I think we’ll leave Kylie out of this,’ he said casually to me, ‘we’ll just do three each.’

‘Yes sir,’ I said, and asked if I could try to put each of my strokes over the top of each of his.  ‘I know you said that three strokes on top of each other is too many, but perhaps two would make more than double the pain without risk of bleeding?’

He thought about it for a moment.  ‘I agree.  But look at her arse already – hardly room for another three good strokes, let alone six.  We’ll give her one each on the arse, then one on the thighs, and the last one on the front of her thighs.  Have you been whipped on the thighs?’

‘No sir, but I have seen the prefects caning a boy front and back thighs.’

‘Good, so you know how it works.’

As we were talking, Billie was still crying, sobbing such that her body was moving up and down.  Mr Williams put his hand between her legs and took hold of her cunt lips to keep her still.

‘Katie and I are practicing precision caning today,’ he told her.  ‘You’ll get one stroke from me and then one from Katie which must be over the top of mine.  If Katie doesn’t land her stroke over the top of mine, I’ll decide if it was your fault because you moved, or hers because she didn’t do it right.  Whoever is responsible will get two extra.’

‘Two?’ Billie and I both shrieked.

‘Yes, I’ve been giving you one extra every time you have been disobedient or insolent, but the message doesn’t seem to be getting through.  Let’s see if two extra does the trick.’

With that, he took his fingers out of Billie’s pussy, sniffed them and wiped them in my hair.  I passed him the cane and he measured it against Billie’s backside, preparing for the first stroke.  Then he paused.  ‘I think a wet cane might be nice,’ he said.

Then he drew the cane slowly between Billie’s legs so it opened her cunt and allowed her juices to coat the cane.  He smiled and tapped the slippery cane three times on Billie’s cheeks while he chose the spot for the first crashing blow.

You may guess that Billie moved not once, but twice.  I didn’t need to argue that it was her fault and not mine, Mr Williams immediately decided that himself.  Luckily we were caning front and back thighs so there was plenty of room for the extras.

Kylie was lying on her tummy on her bed, crying and alternately nursing her swollen cunt and striped buttocks, not even watching as we cut into Billie.

When we’d finished with her, Billie was more marked than anyone.  Seven strokes on her bottom plus four each on front and back of her thighs made fifteen hard cuts with the cane, on top of her cuntbusting.  She was on fire with the pain and couldn’t lie down except on her side as we’d whipped her front and back.

I was walking a bit gingerly but after all the whippings and beatings and humiliations I had received recently, it wasn’t too bad.

Mr Williams was about to walk out, after hanging up the cane, when Kylie spoke through her tears.

‘I thought you were going to fuck your slaggy ET’s girl’s arse,’ she sobbed.

Mr Williams would normally have awarded at least four strokes of the paddle to someone who spoke to him like that, but he didn’t seem to notice the form of address.  It was just the words that moved him.

‘So I was,’ he said, ‘so I was.’

He smiled at me and beckoned.  I was trying to rub cold cream into my arse and also soothe my swollen cunt, but I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t seen him.

He unzipped his trousers.  Billie and Kylie heard the sound and both turned round.  They both stopped crying as they saw him start to take out his cock.

‘Let’s see if your arse is ready for this yet,’ he said, stroking his fingers along the length of his prick.

Now what was going to happen?

I Get Caned Again

Mr Williams smiled.

‘12 strokes of the cane,’ he said, ‘and we’ll each give you four.  Who wants to start?’

‘Can we give her one each, taking it in turns?’ Kylie asked, ‘We’ve never used the cane before and it would be good to take it slowly.’

‘Not a bad idea,’ Mr Williams said.  ‘But don’t forget, you have to cane hard.  If the strokes are not up to the level I consider appropriate, I will repeat the stroke and the caner will get one too.  One nice thing about caning in turns is it will take a bit longer between strokes so she will be able to reach the height of the pain between each hit.’

Kylie smiled.  ‘I don’t think you’ll have to worry about how hard I cane this slaggy bitch,’ she said.

Billie didn’t speak, probably hoping to stay neutral as she was going to get a caning as well.’

‘Can you strike first?’Kylie asked Mr Williams, ‘then Billie and I can watch and make sure we know how to do it.’

‘No problem,’ he replied, then he told me to hold on to the rails at the end of my bed and bend over with my legs apart.

Every dormitory had a cane and a paddle hanging on the back of the door.  Without being told, Kylie had unhooked the cane and was standing with it next to Mr Williams.

I stood bending over with my legs apart and Mr Williams took hold of my swollen cunt with a little laugh.  ‘You really have been cuntbusted,’ he said, ‘Good thing this cunt is no use for fucking at the moment, as I doubt I could get into it.’

‘Why’s it no use for fucking sir?’ Kylie asked.

‘Oh, I don’t fuck ET girls except in the mouth and the arse,’ he replied calmly.

This was just what I had told the girls, but they’d thought I was joking.  I looked at Kylie and Billie as Mr Williams continued to rub his hand over my swollen cunt.  They were both looking intensely interested.

Then Mr Williams moved his attention to my arsehole.  ‘I’ve been widening her arse with buttplugs,’ he told the girls, ‘and very soon she’ll be available for my cock.’

As he spoke his fingers entered my arse and he remarked that he could now get three fingers into me.

‘Have you ever fucked her arse then sir?’ Kylie asked.

‘Not yet.’

‘Why don’t you do it after she’s been caned?’ Kylie asked, ‘Billie and I have never seen an arse fuck.’

Mr Williams still had fingers exploring my butthole and he paused for a moment.  ‘Maybe I will,’ he said, pushing his fingers a bit deeper.  Then he pulled his fingers out and reached for the cane.

‘But first, let’s get this lovely bottom striped.’

He laid the cane across my bottom as he got his feet in position, telling the girls about the importance of the position of feet and body when using the cane.  Then he smacked me hard across my bare arse cheeks.  I squealed but managed to hold on to the bed rails.

He handed the cane to Kylie.  ‘Any questions?’ he asked her.

‘No sir,’ she replied as she copied what he had done in measuring the cane across my cheeks.  Then she whacked me hard and again I squeaked but held on.

‘Oh sir,’ Kylie exclaimed, ‘look at those stripes.  I think mine are as good as yours.’

I felt hands on my buttocks, tracing where the cane had bitten into my flesh.

‘Not bad at all,’ Mr Williams said, and he handed the cane from Kylie to Billie.

Again he asked if she had any questions.  She said no, and took her position.  I felt a little tap to my bottom, then she raised the cane and tried to smack me, but the cane must have twisted in her hand.  It slapped me gently on the thigh and clattered to the ground.

This time it was Billie who squealed.

Mr Williams picked up the cane and brusquely ordered me to stay still.  He quickly rapped the cane hard on my bottom and told me to get up and let Billie take my place.

I pushed myself up and felt my bottom where three wheals were already evident.  Billie sobbed a little as she took my place.

‘Would you like to beat her or would you like me to?’ Mr Williams enquired politely of me.

I took the cane from him and told him I would do it.  I took my time, arranging Billie’s feet so they were wide apart and pushing down on her back to ensure her buttocks were well presented for my first ever caning.

I raised the cane and swished it down as hard as I could across her bare arse. She shrieked and immediately covered her bottom with her hands.  I snatched them out of the way so I could enjoy the sight of the first cane stroke I had ever delivered.  In fact, I had never even spanked anyone before.  The two tramline ridges were beautifully engraved across her buttocks and I traced them with my fingers, commenting to Mr Williams that I doubted if he could have done better himself.

“We’ll see about that in a minute,’ he said, and told me to take Billie’s place for the rest of my 12 strokes.

‘But she moved, sir,’ I protested, ‘shouldn’t I be able to give her an extra?’

‘Oh very well,’ he agreed.

I crashed the cane back into Billie’s arse, trying to hit into the same place to maximise the pain.  This time she managed to hold on, and I checked the marks with pleasure.  I couldn’t help slipping a finger into her cunt and found it was very wet.

‘She’s all wet sir,’ I burst out.

‘All right, that’s enough, you should know better than anyone that every girl creams up with a thorough beating.’ Mr Williams ordered me, ‘Now get your arse in the air, another nine strokes for you.’

Billie pulled herself up, crying, and I bent over again. Mr Williams, then Kylie, gave me two hard whacks, then it was Billie’s turn again.  Unbelievably, the same thing happened.  She dropped the cane after hitting me so weakly that I hardly felt it.  I certainly felt Mr Williams’ make-good whack though and it made me determined to give Billie a good hard one.

She was already crying when I arranged her legs for me to beat her, but I didn’t care.  I tapped the cane over the marks I had already made on her arse and tried to land the cane in the same place for the third time.

I succeeded and had the pleasure of seeing her striped buttocks turning almost black.

‘No more on the same spot,’ Mr Williams ordered, ‘’if she starts to bleed you’ll be in big trouble.’

‘Yes sir,’ I said.  ‘Can I give her another in a different place for practice?’

Mr Williams showed it wasn’t only me he practiced his cruelty on.

‘Good idea,’ he said.

‘Before he could change his mind I measured another spot below where my first three had been delivered and gave her a vicious cut with all my strength.  She couldn’t stop herself jumping up, so I had the pleasure of giving her yet another.  Five strokes already! And she still had another six to come at least! She’d have a bottom as cruelly marked as my own by the time we had finished with her.

Sadly, Mr Williams allowed her to give up on caning and my last six strokes were given by Kylie and Mr Williams, by which time my arse was on fire and I was crying my eyes out.

After Mr Williams gave me permission to get up and I was rubbing cold cream on my bottom, he told Billie to bend over for her proper punishment.

‘I guess you don’t want to cane her yourself?’ he asked me.

My tears stopped like the tap was turned off.  ‘Oh yes I do,’ I replied.  ‘We agreed two each sir.’

Mr Williams smiled as if he always knew that was what I would say, and flexed the cane ready to thrash Billie.

Cuntbusted

I didn’t say anything and I think Billie was too shocked too.  But Kylie, naked except for her skirt and socks, and holding her skirt high to expose her pussy, was braver than me.

‘You can’t kick us in the cunt sir.’

Mr Williams just smiled.

‘I’m your moral tutor.  I have the power to do anything I deem desirable to improve your wellbeing and discipline.  I have assessed your behaviour and I have determined that the most appropriate way to discipline you for your recent intractability is that each of you receives as many kicks to your cunts as I believe are justified.’

He looked at me.

‘Katie is nicely prepared for her punishment.  Billie, take off your skirt.  Let me see if your shirt will be in the way.  Kylie, take your skirt off too.’

Kylie looked at me.

‘Are you going to let him do this?’

‘I think it’s best to do what he says,’ I replied, still with my hands on my head.

Poor Billie had already taken off her skirt and Kylie slowly did the same.

Mr Williams looked at Billie, whose shirt only fell a little below her waist.

‘You may keep your shirt on,’ he told her.  ‘You told me you have both seen cuntbusting videos,’ he said to Kylie and Billie, ‘so tell me who did the cuntbusting.’

Kylie looked boldly at him.

‘Usually other girls,’ she said.

To my surprise, Mr Williams nodded.

‘Quite right,’ he said.  ‘I don’t know why that should be, but generally girls seem to cuntbust each other.  So let’s not stray form tradition, shall we?’

‘What do you mean?’ Kylie asked.

‘I mean that you will cuntbust each other until I tell you to stop.  No, actually, you can choose when to stop getting busted.  The first to give in will get 12 strokes of the cane, the second will get six, and the last girl standing will not be caned at all.  She will just be lucky enough to receive a single token cuntbusting kick from me to proclaim her victory.’

We all looked at him in horror and then at each other.

‘And don’t think you can let your cellies off easy,’ Mr Williams continued.  ‘If I believe a kick was insufficient strength then I’ll kick the kicker to show her how to do it and I’ll kick the recipient too.  So if you don’t kick hard enough, the girl you kick will get an extra.’

He smiled at us all.  ‘Now girls, take your socks off.  We don’t want the kicks to be cushioned, do we?’

I was already completely naked, but Kylie and Billie took off their socks and looked miserably at the floor.  Kylie was also quite naked now and Billie just wore her shirt with her bra under.

‘Since you have never done cuntbusting before, I’ll show you how to do it,’ Mr Williams said, as he took off his own shoes and socks.  He ordered me to stand with my legs apart and hands on my head.  He put his foot between my legs and lifted it so the instep was against my pussy.

‘You must kick so the instep hits the girl’s cunt,’ he told us.  The best way is to tap a couple of times gently so you get the feel for where your foot is going to go, then kick hard.  Watch.’

‘But I thought you weren’t going to cuntbust me, sir’ I protested without thinking.

He slapped my face hard.  ‘I thought you knew better than to question me, he said.’

Then he told the other two to watch carefully.  He tapped my cunt with his right foot a couple of times and then gave me a hard kick.  I couldn’t help myself.  I just groaned and fell to the floor clutching at my pussy and rolled into a ball.

I got no sympathy from Mr Williams.  He hauled me to my feet and slapped my face again.

‘Stop being such a baby,’ he told me, ‘or I’ll tie you to the ceiling and give you a proper cuntbusting.’

I managed to stand upright and put my hands back on my head.

‘We’ll start with you,’ Mr Williams told Kylie, ‘you can cuntbust Katie.  Don’t forget, if you don’t kick hard enough, I’ll kick her and kick you as well.’

Kylie positioned herself like Mr Williams had done and tapped my cunt with her foot a couple of times.  Then she kicked me hard and I only just managed to stay upright.  I looked at her and was amazed to see that she was smiling.

She turned to Mr Williams.  ‘I quite liked that.  Can I give her another?’

Mr Williams smiled too.  ‘You’ll get more chances.  Now it’s Billie’s turn.’

Billie took Katie’s place, measured her stance by tapping my cunt and then gave me another hard kick.  Again I managed to stay upright and when I looked at her I thought I saw the beginnings of a smile on her face too.

‘Nice cuntbust,’ Mr Williams said.  ‘OK Katie, your turn.  Who do you want to do first?’

I didn’t hesitate. ‘Kylie,’ I said.

‘OK, Kylie,’ Mr Williams instructed, ‘hands on head and legs apart.’

My own cunt was throbbing as I stood in front of Kylie and tapped her cunt a few times to get into position.  I knew that I needed no urging from Mr Williams.  I was going to cunt bust her and do it well.

I smiled at her before moving my eyes down to her cunt and kicking as hard as I could.  I had the pleasure of hearing her groan and seeing her sink to her knees as my kick thudded into her.

Mr Williams smiled at me and dragged Kylie to her feet but didn’t slap her as he had slapped me.  He did hold her tits for a moment and commented how her nipples were erect.  ‘I can see how you like to rub your tits when you are masturbating,’ he said, they are a very fine pair.’

He turned around and slapped my own tits gently as well.  ‘I think yours are just as good,’ he remarked, ‘and I think I’ll make you do some tit wanking sometime.’

He told Billie to get in position to kick Kylie.  She also gave her a hard kick, but Kylie managed to stay upright this time.

‘Another nice cuntbust,’ Mr Williams said.  ‘Now we’ll see how Billie takes it.’

Kylie got ready and gave Billie a hard kick.  Billie dropped and writhed on the floor, clutching her cunt.  Mr Williams dragged her up and slapped her first on the cunt and then in the face.  He told her to pull herself together and then ordered me to cuntbust her, while he held her arms from the back.

I thought Billie was suffering and because Mr Williams was not watching from the front this may be an opportunity to reduce the power of my kick.  I switched to my left foot and after a couple of practice swings I kicked with a loud grunt but as little strength as I thought I could get away with.

Unfortunately Mr Williams detected it immediately. 

‘That was only half a kick,’ he said.  ‘I warned you what would happen.  Billie, do you want me to kick you first or Katie?’

Billie glared at me.  ‘Kick her,’ she snarled, clutching her groin.

Mr Williams told me to open my legs wide.  This time, instead of standing in front of me and measuring the kick, he walked back a few paces and rolled up his right trouser leg.  Then he ran towards me and gave me a thumping cuntbust on the run.  I was actually lifted in the air and collapsed crying and writhing.

‘That’ll teach you, you stupid cunt,’ I heard Billie say through my sobs.

I looked up to see Mr Williams cuntbust Billie as well, but only in the normal way and not with a run up.

Mr Williams then pulled me up and told Kylie it was her turn to kick me.

‘No,’ I said, ‘I give in, I can’t take any more.’

‘Well, that’s 12 of the cane then,’ Mr Williams said jauntily.  ‘I think we’ll each give her four strokes.  Have you girls caned anyone before?’

Billie and Kylie both shook their heads.

‘Well, let’s finish the cuntbusting and then you can enjoy your first go with the cane.’

Ho looked at Kylie.  ‘Your turn next,’ he said, and turning to me said it was my turn to kick her.

‘I thought she was out,’ Kylie said.

‘She’s not getting cuntbusted again, but you are.  And she’ll still get it again if she goes easy on you too as well.’

I didn’t think I could stand another from Mr Williams so I busted Kyle with a real good kick from a couple of paces, earning a clap from Mr Williams, a glare from Kylie and a slap on the bottom from Mr Williams which may have been almost affectionate. 

Billie delivered a good kick to Kylie as well and it was Billie’s turn.

I could see my cunt swelling and reddening, even after just four cuntbusts.  The other two had pubic hair which hid the effect a little, but I could still tell they were beginning to swell.

Kylie gave Billie an enormous kick which sent her sprawling and crying.  I was waiting for Mr Williams to pull her up so I could kick her as well, but she just lay there and said ‘I give up.’

‘Six of the cane for you then,’ Mr Williams said, ‘and one last cuntbust for you Kylie.  Take your position’

Kylie spread her legs and Mr Williams stood in front of her.  ‘As it’s the last one, I better make it memorable,’ he said.

He kicked gently at her legs to make them wider apart.  Then he measured his position by a few gentle taps to her pussy before swaying back and giving her a mighty cuntbust which raised her whole body in the air.  She dropped to the floor crying and clutching at her cunt while I watched with pleasure and even Billie smiled through her tears.

‘Right,’ said Mr Williams as he pulled first Billie and then Kylie to their feet.  ‘Do you feel properly punished?’

‘Yes sir’ I said

The other two started to nod, but then Kylie blinked back her tears and said ‘I have sir but Katie and Billie still need to be caned.’

‘Don’t you think they should be let off?’

‘But you gave me that last cuntbust sir!’

‘Well, I’ll leave it up to you,’ Mr Williams said.  ‘If you ask me to cancel the canings then I will, otherwise we’ll get on with it.’

Billie and I looked imploringly at Kylie but she didn’t say a word.

‘Very well,’ Mr Williams said with a smile, ‘who do you want to be caned first?’

Kylie didn’t speak but pointed straight at me.

So much for cellie solidarity.

Cuntbusting

When I was in the dorm later that day I asked the my dorm mates, Kylie and Billie, if they’d ever heard of cuntbusting.

‘Sure,’ Kylie said.

‘What is it then?’ I asked.?
 Is someone going to cuntbust you?’ She laughed.

‘Don’t be silly,’ I laughed too, ‘It’s just someone said the word and I don’t know what it means.  You’re my cellmates and I trust you not to betray my ignorance.’

In school I found very quickly that you need to convey trust and insist on it.  We all called our dorm sharers our cellmates, like prison, and it was a big deal if one of your cellies betrayed you.

‘Well, it’s when you get kicked in the cunt,’ Kylie said.

‘You’re kidding,’ I replied.

‘No, I saw a porno about it.  Sometimes it’s a guy who kicks you, but often it’s another girl.  You stand there with your legs apart and they kick you in the cunt.’

Billie, another cellie, chimed in: ‘Sometimes you keep your knickers on, sometimes you are bare.  Someone told me it doesn’t hurt as much as you’d think, but I suppose it depends how hard you get kicked.’

I tried to imagine standing there, legs apart, letting Mr Williams kick my cunt.  Unfortunately it was easy to imagine and I didn’t think he’d be kicking softly.  Some of my fear must have showed on my face because Kylie asked ‘Are you sure no-one’s threatened to cuntbust you?’

I managed to laugh again.  ‘No, I’m just thinking how horrible it sounds.’

‘Well, just tell me if someone does threaten you.  I hate to dob, but if someone threatens something like that we’d have to do something about it.  I’d tell the moral tutor.’

Every dorm had a moral tutor who was supposed to be a support if you had any emotional issues.  They didn’t do discipline, they were supposed to be on the student’s side.  I knew we had one, but I didn't know who it was.

‘Who’s our moral tutor?’ I asked.

‘Oh, hasn’t anyone taken you to him yet? You’ll like him, it’s Mr Williams.  You know, the French teacher.  Aren’t you in his class?’

I could feel myself blushing but I didn’t know why.

‘But he can’t be my moral tutor.  Last time I had French he thrashed me with the paddle.  Bare.’

‘Oh yes, I remember.  But he is anyway.  He wasn’t beating you as your moral tutor, he was beating you as your French teacher.’

I laughed hollowly.  ‘Doesn’t matter if he’s my teacher or tutor when he beats me that hard.’

Kylie looked at me closely.  ‘But he put you in extra tuition, didn’t he? So he must have known he’s your moral tutor.  What is extra tuition anyway? Just extra lessons and stuff?’

I shrugged.  I didn’t think the time was quite right for me to explain what extra tuition entailed.  Probably better just to make a joke of it.

‘Oh no, nothing like that.  Mr Williams just trains me to his own sexual desires and sells me to his friends for fucking and sucking.’

‘As if,’ Kylie laughed, ‘But have you ever wondered what Mr Williams would be like?  I wouldn’t mind having his cock in my mouth.’

‘Or his fingers in my cunt,’ Billie said.

‘Well,’ I said, ‘Next time he’s fucking me up the arse I’ll ask if he can make a special occasion and fuck you too instead.’

They joined in what they thought was a joke.  ‘Does he only fuck your arse?’ Kylie asked, ‘Never in the cunt?’

‘No,’ I replied, ‘He just fucks my mouth at the moment.  He’s training my arse and he’ll probably fuck me there next week.  He’s saving my cunt until I’m 18.’

‘I’m getting horny with this talk,’ Billie said, ‘Shall we have a mutu-mast?’

‘What’s that?’ I asked.

‘It’s where we wank ourselves off all at the same time.  Short for mutual masturbation.’

I had never masturbated in front of anyone before but of course following my experience with Miss Dawson I was quite familiar with touching and sucking another girl’s cunt.  I thought it might be quite fun to try mutu-mast.

‘Do we just do ourselves or do we do each other?’ I asked.

‘Ugh, squalid,’ Kylie said, ‘Don’t fancy sticking my fingers in another girl’s cunt.’

‘I was thinking of tongues not fingers,’ I laughed.

‘Very funny,’ she replied, ‘As if.’

She pulled her knickers off and dropped them on the bed, then undid the top few buttons of her shirt.  She unclipped her bra and pulled it over her tits so they were exposed.

‘I like to play with my nips with one hand while I tweak my cunt,’ she explained.

Billie just lay on the bed and slipped her hand under her skirt and into her knickers.

‘Come on Billie,’ Kylie said, ‘I’ll show you my cunt if you show me yours.’

‘You know I don’t like to show my cunt.’

‘OK Katie, let’s see yours then.’

I thought it was time for a bit of fun so I actually did a slow striptease, whistling the stripper song as I pulled off my clothes, twirling each item through the air before flinging it away. 

When I was stark naked I knelt on my bed and leaned backwards with my legs apart, slowly opening my cunt lips while I licked my lips and made sucking sounds.  I looked across at the others and smiled.  Kylie was fingering her pussy with one hand while the other was squeezing her nipple.  I could see Billie’s hand working inside her knickers.

‘I’ll race you for the first to cum,’ I said, but the words died on my lips as I turned horror-struck eyes to the door.

Mr Williams was standing there.

‘Having a little race are we?’ he enquired cheerfully.

I jumped up from the bed and tried to cover my breasts with one arm while I cupped my other hand over my pubes.  I saw that Kylie had done the same while Billie had pulled her skirt back over her knickers.

Mr Williams smiled lazily.  ‘Don’t be shy, girls.  Let’s have a look at you while we work out what to do about all this.  Katie, hands on your head.  And Billie, you were checking out what was in your knickers, so we might all have a look.  Take them off and put them on your bed.’

I knew never to argue with Mr Williams so I quickly put my hands on my head.  I probably had an expression of fear on my face and after a quick glance at me Katie did the same.  Billie quietly pulled down her knickers and dropped them on her bed.

‘Lift your skirt, Billie, and you too Kylie,’ Mr Williams instructed, ‘or how can we see what your little pussies looks like.’

Slowly, Billie lifted her skirt.  Kylie did the same.  Mr Williams stood in front of us and looked us all over, up and down.  In a way, even though I was quite naked and they were dressed except for their knickers, they appeared more exposed.  Kylie in particular had her blouse undone and hanging open and her breasts exposed because her bra was pulled up.

Kylie and Billie had wisps of public hair, while I was quite shaved of course.

‘Looks like you hadn’t quite finished taking your top off, Kylie,’ Mr Williams said.  ‘Let’s have that shirt and bra off now.  I can see you were playing with those little nipples so we need to have a proper look at them too.’

Kylie quickly undid the last few buttons on her shirt and unclipped her bra and threw both garments on her bed.  Then she lifted her skirt again to expose her naked cunt.

Mr Williams smiled again. ‘Well Katie, would you like to tell me what’s going on?’

‘Well sir, I was asking Billie and Kylie what cuntbusting meant, and when they told me we started laughing and messing about and then we just went a bit far.’

Mr Williams looked at each of us closely.  ‘So which of you two knew what cuntbusting is?’ He asked Billie and Kylie.

‘We both did sir,’ Kylie replied.

‘And what is it?’

‘It’s where a girl gets kicked between the legs sir.’

‘Don’t be shy, Kylie, where between the legs?’

‘In the cunt sir.’

‘Yes, that’s right.’

‘And how do you know about it? Have you been cuntbusted?’

‘No sir, I saw a video.’

‘How about you, Billie, have you been cuntbusted?’

‘No sir,’ said Billie in a small voice.

‘Did Katie tell you why she wanted to know?’

‘She just said she’d heard the word and didn’t know what it meant, sir.’

‘Well, you need some punishment for the disgraceful exhibition of masturbation which you were engaged in.  I think we will see how you go with some cuntbusting.’

I looked at Mr Williams in horror.  Was he going to cuntbust all three of us?

Giving Head

I got quickly to my knees and looked up at Mr Williams.  He had a hungry expression on his face and he undid his trousers so I could take his cock out.  It was already almost hard and as I pulled down his trousers and underpants he took hold of my head and thrust his cock deep into my mouth.

This was the third time he had fucked my face and I tried to suck him slowly.  He seemed very insistent this time however and I almost gagged as he pushed deep into my throat, still holding the sides of my head.

He looked over at Miss Dawson, who I could just see out of the corner of my eye. 

‘Whip her while I fuck her face,’ he ordered her.

I couldn't see her but I heard her move quite quickly and in a second or two I felt the first lash of the rubber hose across my back. I braced myself by holding onto Mr Williams’ legs as Miss Dawson whipped me, and Mr Williams grunted with pleasure as each strike of the hose pushed had the effect of pushing his cock deep into me.

She didn't thrash me too hard and I wasn't sure if she was using the thin or thick hose.  She lashed me across my back and across my arse, until Mr Williams shuddered and held my head even tighter as he spunked into me.  I tasted the salty cum as he jerked and thrust and I swallowed it without any instructions.

With a sigh of pleasure, Mr Williams pulled his cock from my mouth and wiped it on my hair.

‘You’ll have to wash that now,’ he remarked, ‘So we might as well make it worthwhile for you to have a good wash.’

‘What have you got in mind?’ Miss Dawson asked.

‘When the boys and I used her a few days ago we all pissed on her after.  They like to piss over her while she’s got her clothes on, or some of them anyway.  I like to piss over naked girls, so I thought while she’s here and naked I’ll have a slash and enjoy it.’

‘Can I piss over her too?’ Miss Dawson asked.

‘I would love you to,’ he replied.

He took my hand and helped me up from where I was kneeling with an almost courtly gesture.  He led me into the bathroom and opened the cabinet.  In a second he had pulled a cable tie from the cabinet, pulled my hands behind my back and fastened them together with the cable tie.

I knew what would come next and sure enough he took a clothes peg from the cabinet and clipped it over my nose so I had to breathe through my mouth.  Then he picked me up in his arms and lay me gently on the floor, on my back.  Of course, with the cable tie binding my hands I couldn’t move much even if I had dared to, so I just lay still.

‘Together or separate?’ Mr Williams asked Miss Dawson.

‘Together’, she responded.

She stood over me, one foot either side of my face, and lifted her skirt.  She was still wearing no knickers so was looking straight into her cunt.  With a little sigh she started pissing over my face and body.

I saw Mr Williams grin as her piss splashed over me.  Then he started pissing as well, moving his cock to try to follow where Miss Dawson’s piss was going, but also directing quite a bit into my mouth as I coughed and choked and tried to avert my face.

They both had plenty of piss in them and Mr Williams in particular pissed all over me from my face down to my cunt.  He asked Miss Dawson to lift her skirt higher so he could watch her pissing better, and she obligingly hitched it up.

After they finished, he shook a few extra drops of piss from his cock and she wiped herself with a piece of toilet paper, which she then dropped on me.

‘That was lovely,’ Miss Dawson said, ‘It’s been ages since I whipped a girl and even longer since I pissed on one.  I’d forgotten how much fun it is.’

‘Yes, especially when you get a fair bit in her mouth,’ Mr Williams replied.  ‘A simple trick, the clothes peg, but it helps to make a nice target.  I used to just threaten them with a beating if they closed their mouth but this just makes it easier.’

‘I almost forgot how much I enjoyed licking her out and having her lick me as well.  So many treats!’

Mr Williams lifted me to me feet and realised his hands were wet from the piss all over my body.  He slapped my face.

‘You dirty slag, I've got piss on me.’

Since it was their piss, I thought it was very unfair but I just said ‘Sorry sir.’

Miss Dawson laughed and cut off the cable tie with a pair of nail scissors from the bathroom cabinet.

‘Have a shower,’ she said, opening the shower cubicle for me.  I entered the cubicle and turned on the hot water.

‘Cold water only’, Mr Williams ordered, ‘That’ll teach you to get piss on me.’

I turned off the hot water and had a very quick wash in the cold water.  As I turned the water off and tried to leave the shower stall, Mr Williams stopped me.

‘You have spunk in your hair,’ he said, ‘You better wash it.’

‘But sir, the water’s so cold.’

He slapped my face again and pushed me back in.  I washed my hair, shivering with the cold and came out of the shower.

Miss Dawson handed me a towel and as I rubbed myself Mr Williams said ‘Well?’

‘Sorry for speaking sir.’

‘Not good enough,’ he said, as he looked intently at me.  ‘You need to be punished.’

I looked down at the floor.

Then Miss Dawson said, ‘She’s had three beatings today, I think that’s enough.’

‘Oh I agree, but she won’t escape the punishment.  I’ll deal with her tomorrow.’

Still looking straight at me, he asked ‘Have you heard of cuntbusting?’

I shook my head.

He smiled.  ‘Well, what a treat for you and your extra tuition.  Tomorrow you’ll find out what it is.’

Instinct told me I wasn't going to like it, but at least it was deferred.  I got dressed and left before they could change their minds.

Punished by Mr Williams

I was wondering what he would do to me first.  He was still holding the dildo in my arse so I couldn’t really move an inch.  He looked into my frightened eyes and smiled.

‘Get another dildo’ he told Miss Dawson, then changed his mind. ‘No, on second thoughts, I’ll let her squirm a bit so I can see what this hose is like.’

Moving behind me slightly, he eased the dildo from my bottom.  I wriggled as the rubber device came free and he gave me a slap on the bottom.

‘You’ll wriggle more than that in a minute,’ he said.

Miss Dawson gave him the hose and he doubled the ends together.  It was about three feet long, so doubled meant it measured a foot and a half.  He tapped it against his hand a couple of times and smiled.

‘I think one of us is going to enjoy this,’ he said.

He paused for a minute, looking at me up and down and then dipped a finger in my cunt, where I was wet as usual.

‘She has a lovely wet cunt,’ he told Miss Dawson, ‘why don’t you get your tongue in there and see what it’s like when I whack her arse.  It should be an interesting sensation.’

Miss Dawson looked doubtful.

‘I like to lick a girl out, but I’m just a bit worried it might feel weird going on my knees to her.  Kind of subservient.’

Mr Williams mused for a moment.

‘I know what you mean.  Tell you what, you sit on a chair and she can stand with her feet either side of you.  You’ll be able to get your tongue well in her lovely cunt and she’ll be a good height for me to whip her arse.’

‘Excellent idea.  I don’t think I’ve ever sucked a girl out while she was being whipped.  I don’t know why I never thought of it.’

She brought a chair over to where I was fastened to the ceiling and sat down, making me climb up so my feet were next to her thighs.  With my legs spread, my cunt was at the ideal position for her to slip her tongue in.

‘Just right,’ she told Mr Williams, ‘pull her up tight again.’

Mr Williams pulled the rope until I was held firm to the ceiling.

‘I’ll just check if she’s been licked out by a girl before,’ he said as he pulled the knickers out of my mouth.

‘Well, have you had the pleasure of another girl tonguing you?’

I shook my head.

‘You can speak,’ he said, but my mouth was so dry from holding my panties in there and from the fear of the rubber hose that I couldn’t say a word.

‘Well, you might find the whipping a little painful but at least you’ll have the pleasure of a good tongue-fuck.  It is very good of us to do this for you and I shall want you to thank Miss Dawson nicely after she has finished with you.  She may require you to do the same with her, although in that case it will be you who is whipped again as you tongue her out.’

He pushed the knickers back in my mouth and Miss Dawson pushed her tongue a little further into my pussy.  Then he moved to my side and swished the folded rubber hose a few times through the air.

Then he began whipping me on my bottom.  I was surprised that he started quite gently, but I realised that he was being careful to see how it affected Miss Dawson, as her face was so close to the target area.

It was actually quite pleasant and Miss Dawson’s tongue in my cunt was sublime.  I felt myself on the edge of a huge orgasm.  Then Mr Williams started smacking harder and each lash pushed my cunt into Miss Dawson’s face where it felt like every time her tongue entered a little further.

At last I couldn’t hold it and shook uncontrollably with a massive orgasm and moaned through my underwear gag as it pulsated from my cunt through my whole body.

Miss Dawson held up a hand to stop Mr Williams and without moving her face from my cunt took hold of my buttocks.  She squeezed and lifted me so her tongue pushed even further up my cunt and now she started to moan as well.  I was still shuddering from repeated orgasms as she squealed and let go of my bottom with one hard smack.

‘Get her down now,’ she ordered Mr Williams, ‘I want her tongue in me right now.’

He moved like lightning to undo the ropes, pull the knickers out of my mouth and lift me down from the chair.  Miss Dawson had pulled her own knickers off and threw them across the room.  She lay down on the floor, still fully dressed except her knickers, but with her skirt pulled right up to expose her shaven cunt.

‘Get over me,’ she ordered, ‘and get your tongue in my cunt.’

I had never touched another person’s cunt before, let alone licked one out, but I had plenty of experience about what happened if I disobeyed, so I got over her in the 69 position, with my head poised to start tonguing her.

‘Don’t whip her yet,’ Miss Dawson said as she took hold of my bottom and pulled me down so she could get her own tongue back in my cunt.

I gave a tentative lick to her cunt, which was juicy and tasted a bit sweet.

‘Do it properly,’ she ordered me and I pushed my tongue further in. 

‘Take hold of her head and push her into me,’ she demanded from Mr Williams.

I saw him smile as he obeyed her, holding my head between his large hands and forcing me against Miss Dawson’s cunt. 

‘Stick your tongue out and lick,’ he instructed me.

I did as he told me and felt Miss Dawson’s rich wetness coating my tongue and easing over my mouth and face.  Miss Dawson was sucking me as well and I arched myself trying to push my cunt down harder onto her active tongue.

Then Mr Williams let go of my head and instead took hold of my hair with his left hand, squeezing and pushing me into Miss Dawson’s vagina.  With his right hand he picked up the rubber hose again and started smacking my bottom with it.  I wasn’t sure if he couldn’t swing hard because of the position he was in or if he was deliberately refraining from beating me hard, but the whip strokes were more erotic than painful.

After only a few minutes of my licking, sucking and nibbling at Miss Dawson’s cunt she gave a great shudder and moaned deeply while still having her face buried in my own cunt.  At almost the same moment I also came to climax and flopped onto Miss Dawson’s body groaning with pleasure as Mr Williams gave me one or two more whacks with the hose.

I lay there sated and exhausted for a moment, then Miss Dawson ordered me to get up.  I did so and she got up too, smoothing her skirt down.  Then she suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into her arms and kissed me long and deep on the mouth, slipping her tongue still wet with my juices deep into my throat.

Then, as if embarrassed by her weakness, she slapped my face with her right hand then her left.  Tears sprang to my eyes.

‘Alright, don’t cry,’ she said, ‘for a first go at cunnilingus you did alright.  I’ll certainly have you again.’

Mr Williams had watched Miss Dawson kissing me and I had seen him take his cock out, which was already quite hard.

‘Now you’ve got her mouth all slippery and wet, time for me to have a go,’ he said. He looked at me.  ‘Get on your knees and let’s see if you can do as good a job on my prick and you did on Miss Dawson’s pussy.’

It was going to be a long afternoon.

Whipped with a hose

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Being in Extra Tuition

I escaped seeing anyone on the way back, probably because the rain was so heavy it kept everyone off the streets.  As soon as I got back to school, I headed for my dorm, stripped and showered.  What a relief it was to feel the hot water washing all the piss and cum off my hair and body!

I stayed for ages in the shower and when I came out, threw all my soaking clothes in the laundry basket, which resulted in abuse from a dorm-mate who complained my wet gear was going to mess her clothes which were in the basket.  I just told her ‘Too bad’, as I giggled a bit to myself thinking what she would say if she knew what they were wet from.

I slept surprisingly well and before school started presented myself at Mr Williams’ office.  I was neat and tidy with my hair pulled back in a pony tail.  He walked around me, lifting my skirt first at the front and then at the back, when he slid his other hand between my legs.

‘I think your cunt is wet,’ he remarked casually, ‘dip your finger in and show me.’

Obediently I slipped my hand into my knickers and crooked a finger into my cunt.  Sure enough, I was very wet and I pulled my glistening finger out to show him.

‘Nice.  We are really looking forward to fucking you.’

He told me to lick my finger so as not to get it on my uniform.  I did, but I thought it was gross.

He told me to take my knickers off and bend over.  As I did so he unclipped the box of ass plugs he had shown me yesterday.

‘We’ll us the same one as yesterday,’ he said, ‘and grease it the same way too.’

He slid the plug carefully into my cunt and I realised he was being careful to preserve my virginity.  Then, when it was wet, he pushed it into my arse, making me squeal and him to laugh.

‘OK, knickers back on and I’ll see you here at 3.30 after school.  Don’t give anyone reason to beat you or there will be trouble.’

I quickly pulled my knickers back on and left for class.  Having the plug stuck up my arse was uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it pretty quickly and made sure I didn’t wriggle.  I didn’t want anyone asking if I had an itchy bottom.

I got through the day without any trouble and wasn’t even close to getting a spanking.  One of the boys had an unusual punishment in Chemistry.  The teacher, Miss Dawson, heard him talking and told him to come out the front.  She made him bend over and take down his trousers, then she gave him three whacks with the hose from a Bunsen burner.  He yelled with the pain and I think he started to cry.  She then pulled his underpants down and took a picture for the punishment book.  I was sitting at the front and was only about six feet away from his bottom, so I could see there was not a mark on it.  I wondered why he yelled so hard when he didn’t even get marked.  I asked another girl after class and she said that being beaten with a rubber hose is very painful but doesn't mark.

I was learning quite a lot of things about spanking.

At the end of the day I went back to Mr Williams’ office.  He told me to take my knickers off and bend over his knee.  I almost said that he’d promised no spanking but I realised that argument always ends up being rewarded with extra punishment, so I kept quiet, pulled my knickers off and bent over.  He lifted my skirt and spread my legs but didn’t pull the plug out.  Instead his fingers went straight to my cunt, which was wet as usual.  He played around with two fingers for a minute or two then put them in my mouth and told me to lick them clean.

I hated doing it, but I did.  Then he pulled the plug out of my anus.  It made a little popping noise as it came out and Mr Williams laughed.  Then he pushed his fingers into my arse, probably the ones still wet from my mouth.

‘A bit easier already,’ he remarked.

‘That’s good sir,’ I replied.

He took his fingers out of my arse and slapped me hard on the bottom.

‘I was talking about you, not to you.  I’ve told you before your mouth is for fucking not talking.  I might have to teach you a lesson.’

I was a bit upset that I was being punished for saying I was happy that my arse was being stretched to allow him and his friends to bugger me, but as always I knew better than to protest.

He pulled me to my feet.

‘Strip naked,’ he ordered.

Quickly I undressed and piled my clothes on a chair.  He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them.

‘Did anyone cum on your tits yesterday? You may answer.’

‘No sir.’

‘Well, we have plenty of time.  When is your 18^th birthday?’

16^th of June sir.’

‘About three months.  Just about right.  A week of the plugs and you’ll be ready for buggering, then in three months we’ll have a go at this lovely cunt.’

As he spoke he slid his hand between my legs and laughed again as he felt my wetness. 

‘I love how you’re always soaking wet.  But before I think about using you, it’s punishment time.’

He went to his door and opened it.  After a few moments he said, ‘Hilary, could you spare a moment?’

Then he came back into the room followed by Miss Dawson!  I covered my tits and cunt as well as I could with my hands, but Mr Williams abruptly ordered me to put my hands on my head, so my whole body was exposed.

‘Katie is in Extra Tuition,’ Mr Williams told Miss Dawson, ‘but I am afraid she needs some correction.  I’m glad I saw you as I am persuaded the ideal treatment would be a touch of your Bunsen burner tube.’

Miss Williams eyed me appraisingly, then walked around me as I stood naked.

‘She’s been beaten recently, was that you?’

‘No, I gave her a few with the paddle last week but those are from Jennings, who caned her on Friday.’

‘I tend to agree with you.  ET girls shouldn’t be much marked, but do need appropriate correction.  I like the rubber tube anyway but it does have the great advantage of not marking.’

‘I’ve never used it.’

‘Well actually, I haven’t needed it for a while, but actually I had a go with it in Katie’s class today, didn’t I Katie?’

‘Yes Miss.’

‘Yes, but I haven’t had need to whack a girl for quite a while.  If it’s ok with you, Ken, I might suggest I fetch both the normal hose and a thin one.’

So Mr Williams’ first name was Ken. 

‘You’re the expert,’ he said, ‘but what’s the thin one for?’

‘It’s just that you already have her stripped.  I thought I might try the thin hose on her tits.’

With those words she left the room, presumably to fetch the instruments for my torture.  Mr Williams looked at me up and down, licking his lips.  I knew I was in for a tough time.

Katie services Mr Williams and the others

I thought I would only have a few minutes to save myself a thrashing by getting Mr Williams to climax.  I massaged his balls gently with my fingers as I licked the tip of his cock, then I slowly sucked it in and out of my mouth, feeling his foreskin peel back as his prick expanded and hardened.  I began to love the power I had over a prick, even though I was still scared of the punishment I might be getting.  Mr Williams took hold of my head but didn’t try to force me to do anything.  He seemed to trust that I would do a good job and he was right.

Within just a couple of minutes his cock was pulsating in my mouth and I knew he was about to shoot his load.  He had said he wanted to spunk over me so I pulled his cock from my mouth and stroked it with my hands as he spurted cum into my face.

He moaned with pleasure as he spunked and although I closed my eyes to stop getting them full of hot sperm, I felt it pump out all over my face.

‘Sometimes I think spunking into a girl’s face is even better than cumming in her mouth,’ said Mr Williams as he casually wiped his cock clean with my hair.  “Look at that sexy spunk just spattered on her.’

‘I think you’re right’ said Phil, ‘Tell her to leave the spunk there and I’ll add mine to it.  Bukake galore!’

I saw that he had his prick out and was wanking with it.  It was already hard and I was not surprised when after only a few seconds he spurted more cum straight into my face.

‘Keep your mouth open,’ he ordered, as he splashed the salty white globules into my eyes, nose and mouth.  ‘Don’t touch it,’ he added as saw my hands move towards my face.

I must have had sperm clinging to and dripping down my face, and from the edge of my eyes I could see it of course.

‘I do like to see cum dripping off a girl,’ Phil said, ‘and I like washing it off with piss as well.’

‘Don’t piss on her yet,’ I heard Barney say, ‘I can’t have her arse yet so I’ll fuck her head as well.’

His cock was already out and without a pause he took my head between his hands and pushed his prick into my mouth.  I started to suck as he thrust into me, but then he paused and told me to stay still.

‘I just thought of something,’ he said.  ‘While she’s sucking me, can one of you shove the butt plug in her?  We’ll see if that livens her up at all.’

‘Good idea,’ Mr Williams said.  ‘I’ll be doing it every day from tomorrow so I may as well practice now.’

As I started sucking again I saw from the corner of my eye Mr Williams go over to the box of plugs.  Then he kneeled behind me and ordered me to spread my legs wider.  I shuffled my knees apart and heard him spit.  I assumed he was spitting on the butt plug to give a little lubrication.  I must have been right because I then heard Phil say:

‘You don’t need to do that.  She’s as wet as a river in her cunt.  Just dip it in there and it’ll slide into her arse like Teflon.’

‘OK, but only an inch or so into her cunt, I don’t want to break that precious maidenhead,’ Mr Williams replied.

Then, as Barney fucked my face, I felt the plug slide smoothly into my cunt.  I writhed and saw Barney smile with pleasure as my wriggling added spice to his face fuck.  Then Mr Williams pulled the plug from my cunt and slowly pushed it into my arse.  This made me wriggle even more and Barney laughed as he thrust harder down my throat.

A few moments later his whole body started to tremble and I realised that he was about to ejaculate.  I wasn’t sure if he was going to cum in my mouth or spurt over my face, but I wasn’t left in suspense for long.  His grip on my head tightened as ho took hold of my ears and I felt him push his cock deeper down my throat as he spurted cum.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and casually wiped it on my shirt.  I felt the cum still in my mouth and didn’t know if I should swallow it or dribble it onot my hands like when James used my mouth.  I looked at Mr Williams and he guessed what I meant.

‘You want her to swallow, Barney?’

‘Sure.’

I gulped down the salty cum.

‘Hey,’ Phil remarked, ‘It’s raining.’

‘So what?’

‘So, we can piss on her with her clothes on, send her out to walk home in the rain and she won’t have to explain why she’s so wet.’

‘But I was going to strip her naked to piss on her.’

They argued about whether they preferred me clothed or naked for their pissing games.  James and Mr Williams wanted me to strip, Phil and Barney said they liked pissing on clothes, provided my tits and cunt were bare.  I was wearing my school shirt and skirt and still had my bra on, though my tits were out.  My knickers were on the floor of course.

‘OK,’ Mr Williams said, helping me up with an almost courteous gesture, ‘she can keep her clothes on.  I quite like pissing on a white shirt now I think of it.’

He guided me to the bathroom and asked if I need to pee.  I said I did and he produced a metal bowl and told me to pee in that.  I almost protested but realised that it would get me nowhere, so I squatted and pissed in the bowl as the four men leered at me and made remarks about squirters.

When I finished peeing I looked around for toilet paper but Mr Williams just laughed. 

‘Don’t bother, you’ll get a lot wetter than that.’

He took the bowl and peered closely at it and smelt it.

‘God I like the piss of a virgin girl,’ he said.

‘Are you going to drink it?’ asked James.

‘No, she can,’ he replied.

Then, with no warning, he slowly poured the bowl of piss over my head so it soaked my hair and face and clothes.  All the men laughed and whooped.  I gasped and of course some got in my mouth.

Then I saw all the men were taking out their cocks and standing in a semi circle around me as I knelt on the bathroom floor.

‘Just a moment, James said and he came back with a clothes peg and my knickers.  I didn’t get time to wonder what the reason was.  In an instant he’d used my knickers to tie my hands behind me and the peg to put on my nose so I had to open my mouth to breathe.  Then he rolled up my skirt and tucked it into my waistband so my cunt and arse were on display.  With my hands tied behind me I couldn’t stop my shirt gaping open to expose my tits as well.

‘Hope you’ve all had plenty to drink,’ Mr Williams said, as he started to piss on me.  He pissed straight into my face and open mouth and as I turned my face away I just got Barney and Phil who both started to piss on my face as well.  Then James started, aiming at my tits and cunt.

It must have taken two or three minutes before they’d all run out of piss, by which time I was utterly soaked and stinking of piss.

They quickly untied my hands and took the peg off my nose.

‘Do your clothes up and get out while the rain’s on,’ Mr Williams said, ‘that’s your best hope of avoiding trouble.  If matron thinks you pissed yourself she might send you to me for a beating.’

He handed me my knickers and I put them on,  They were wet as well as the men had pissed over my back as well.  I slid my tits inside my bra and did up my shirt.  I pulled my skirt out of the waistband and rolled it down.

I didn't want to look in a mirror, I just wanted to get out.  I walked to the door and then Mr Williams called with a laugh, ‘Haven’t you forgotten something?’

I knew I was supposed to thank the prefects when they thrashed me, and I wondered if I was supposed to that these guys for fucking me and pissing on me.

I just looked blank.

‘The plug?’

I realised I still had the plug shoved up my arse.  James came over laughing and made me bend over.  He pulled down my knickers and pulled the plug out.

‘Fuck, that’s a nice arse.  I can’t wait to fuck it.’

He didn’t pull my knickers back up so I did it myself and stumbled out into the rain, unable to tell if the water in my eyes was tears, cum, my own piss or the piss of the four men who’d emptied their bladders on me.

It had certainly been a tough day.