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.