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.