Slothlands Academy

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear fellow Perves,

The following on-going story is a collaberation between yours truly; cariad; jennyfer;seababy and suchaminx.

I shall endeavour to keep these budding authors in line, but as you can see from the Academy roll I have my work cut out for me!

I hope we all enjoy ourselves!


:ty


Slothlands Academy
The Old School House
Birchingem

Prospectus 2006.

Dear Prospective parent or guardian.

I, Edmund Master, would like to warmly welcome you and your daughter to my little Academy.

Slothlands has recently opened its doors following an introduction by the Campaign for the Advancement of Regional Independent Academies of Domination studies (CARIAD).

You will see from the photographs that the Academy is housed in a delightful old school house that has been modernised yet still retains many of the original features from the 1900’s when it was first built.

Slothlands is conveniently situated only two miles from the town of Birchingem, a pleasant walk for our students to take when they run out of life’s essentials. Birchingem has numerous public houses as well as no less than four off-licences! I am positive that parents will encourage their daughters to learn about such establishments in preparation for life in the big world. Parents will also note that this Headmaster’s favourite tipple is JD. Extra points are of course awarded for your daughter’s dedication to out-of-school activities.

The main Academy building can be seen to house the three classrooms and main hall downstairs with the first-class dormitory on the first floor. Your daughter will lack for nothing at Slothlands, there are even two ice machines on the landing as well as individual fridges by each bed. Students are encouraged to keep these well-stocked with JD in case of a sudden visit by a parent or guardian. You will agree there is nothing like a relaxing drink to encourage studious behaviour.

The three classrooms have been left very much as “original” and I think the old-fashioned desks make our students feel right at home. You will be amused to note further original features such as the quaint old crook-handled canes hanging from the door pegs! Again, these add a homely touch to the otherwise austere rooms. You should in no way feel alarmed, incidentally, by the iron rings set into the walls. Nor by the ropes fastened to them. These period decorations were very much the vogue when the building was new and I think you will agree with me that they still look good today.

Housed in the secondary building we have our own swimming pool. The beautifully-restored ducking stool makes a unique feature and I must thank our caretaker, Mr Ted Stoat, for all his hard work in bringing it up to meet EU standard e-11 1304. It was felt necessary to fit the elaborate restraint system for your daughter’s safety! No expense is spared at Slothlands! Students may play with this equipment under the (extremely) strict eye of our PE teacher, Miss Marie Gonzales. Coming to us with unique qualifications from a small South American country where she studied under its President himself, Miss Gonzales is happy to show our students “the ropes”!

In the adjacent room there is the Slothlands fully-equipped gymnasium. Once again we have thought of the student’s safety and have even fitted safety restraints on the vaulting horses! Your child will be safe in our hands!
There is an elaborate selection of ropes, some of which are used for climbing, a most beneficial exercise!

Upstairs you will find the Slothlands Academy Library. This is kept stocked with some of the best publications money can buy (and a few that cannot be purchased over the counter of even the grandest bookshops.) We have first-edition Qmoqs as well as other well-known writers of that genre. The students may browse through the books or read informative magazines such as “Hello” and “Bizarre” in order to further their general knowledge.


Teaching Staff.

Dr Edmund Master P(erve): Headmaster. All subject to him.

Miss Marie Gozales Dip(physrestraint) PE; Current affairs; General Studies.

Mr Arbuthnot squiffington-Smythe T(wat) English; Geography; History; Mathematics; Physics; Chemistry; Economics; Human Biology (not allowed near art room)

Ancilliary Staff

Ms Janet Frump. Secretary and Matron.

Mr Ted Stoat. Caretaker.


There will be a supplement sent out that will cover the basic curriculum, student uniform and Academy rules.

[chattel69]

When will you be taking students...

[Domontop]

q

[Qmoq]

Is Miss Marie Gonzales seeing anyone at the moment? I'd like to look her up.

Good luck!

Q

[Uncle_Ed]

Is Miss Marie Gonzales seeing anyone at the moment? I'd like to look her up.



Q

Well Q, you can learn a whole lot more about her in the library in "Shocking news" listed under EDMUNDOSLOTH.

Gives details of her early life!

Ed.

[Uncle_Ed]

Slothlands Academy for Girls
The Old School House
Birchingem

Headmaster: Edmund Master P(erve) Hons.


DRESS CODE
At Slothlands Academy we expect our girls to always be neat and presentable and adhere to our strict dress code. Any girl found not complying with the following rules will be send immediately to the office of the Head for immediate correction

Everyday wear
The standard uniform consists of the following:
Skirt: this shall be knee-length or as much as four inches shorter. Girls with skirts any longer than this will be expected to roll them up. Skirt should be black with the regulation pleats.
Shirt: The white shirt shall be fitted to the body of the pupil. Baggy shapeless shirts are not acceptable; our students are ladies and should not seek to disguise this fact. We encourage our girls to select a bra in a colour which will be visible through the shirt, so there is no doubt that one is being worn. A red tie should be worn over this
Undergarments: Must be worn at all times unless the student has obtained a letter of permission from the Head. As with the shirts we believe femininity is a must- girls should select underwear fitting of a young lady. Grey underwear, or underwear which covers too much of the body will be confiscated. In order to ensure this rule is being adhered to, girls will be subject to spot checks as often as possible.
Socks: White knee-length socks, or else thigh high stockings are allowed. Tights will not be worn under any circumstances.
Shoes: Black shoes must be worn, stilettos are encouraged.
Blazer: Girls are expected to wear a red blazer carrying the school crest

Physical Education
Our physical education uniform consists of a short length skirt, white t shirt and red ‘Slothlands academy’ sweatshirt. Matching red underwear should be worn, as due to the length of the skirts and the nature of the activity, this may be exposed. Girls will also need long socks and appropriate shoes for sports.
Swimming: Girl’s may select their own bathing suits; however it should be noted that one-piece costumes are not allowed for health and safety reasons.

Nightwear
Once again I must stress that our pupils are young ladies and should act this way at all times. For this reason long pyjamas and oversized t-shirts are not allowed. Instead we suggest elegant silk nightdresses. The local town has a shop called ‘Anne Summers’ which will certainly have something appropriate.

School Crest
We are proud of our school crest and its decades of history. It bears the crossed cane and tawse symbol favoured by the school’s founders, and the initials ‘BDSM’ which stand for ‘Benevolence, Diligence, Sense and Mercy’- our school motto.

[Qmoq]

Blimey. I like it so far, can't wait to hear from the pupils.

Can't wait to hear the school song. What rhymes with "god-like headmaster"?

Q

[submissivewife]

What will Ed come up with next? LOL

[Uncle_Ed]

Actually-the dress code and crest are by jennyfer

[Uncle_Ed]

What will Ed come up with next? LOL

Many ask "What will come up Ed next?" Followed by "What should be put up Ed?"

[Qmoq]

Grins. Ed, your devotion to quality control must be applauded. I do like the idea that anything that goes up the lucky girls of Slothlands has been personally tested by you. Though I'd imagine that Miss Gonzalez would lend a hand. She might bring in some toys of her own, but unfortunately she's a bit clumsy, isn't she? Knowing her, she would drop all the toys down at her ankles, then spread them out for you, showing you everything she had.

That joke (c) Humphrey Lyttleton. Hehe.

Q

[Uncle_Ed]

Slothlands Academy for Girls
The Old School House
Birchingem

Headmaster: Edmund Master P(erve) Hons.

ADDENDOM TO PROSPECTUS

New Staff.

Mrs Fanny Master: I am delighted to announce that my dear wife has agreed to work as the Academy’s new chef.

Fanny, named of course after Fanny Craddock, is a “Cordon Rouge” chef and has many specialities, many of which may be useful when she’s cooking.

Fanny’s dumplings are world-famous and she is used to the preparation of tarts; a skill we will find invaluable here at Slothlands.

I feel positive that all the girls will enjoy a bit of Fanny during their mealtimes!

Ed Master.

[Qmoq]

Ed, I cannot believe that you didn't make the old joke about the domestic science teacher instructing a class on how to make doughnuts that look just like Fanny's.

Unless... you were waiting for me to do it, and this is a trap. Hehe.

Q

[Uncle_Ed]

You got me Q!

[Qmoq]

Ed! Scandal and intrigue.

I found a discarded pair of panties over by the bike sheds. They were red, and they have a single initial on them. I can't quite make it out - it looks like an S... but it could be a C... or maybe a J. Or it could be another S.

I'll need to examine them from a closer angle for a few months before I've decided who they belong to.

Q

[jennyfer]

Dammit Q you promised not to tell anyone!
Well at least you made it look like it was Sucha...

[Uncle_Ed]

jennyfer:

My study, 5:00 this afternoon.

And for outstanding support (not to mention pervyness and a substantial bribe) Qmoq has agreed to join the mayhem and contribute to Slothlands.

Now. if only the girls would complete thieir homework! ) except jennyfer who is throwing herself into this with enthusiasm. It's a pity she appears to be throwing other things as well...

[Uncle_Ed]

Slothlands Academy for Girls
The Old School House
Birchingem

Headmaster: Edmund Master P(erve) Hons.

ACADEMY RULES



1) In all matters relating to the Academy and discipline the Head Master’s decision is final. All members of the Academy staff are authorised to punish students.

2) The Head Master and his staff have full authority to enforce Academy rules as they consider appropriate, taking into consideration the nature of the offence and the student's previous conduct.

3) For the safety of pupils and enforcement of Academy standards the school buildings and grounds are covered by Closed Circuit Television. Recordings are the property of the Head Master and may be shown at will, and used in the furtherance of the pupils' and/or the academy’s interests.

4) The Head Master and his staff are dedicated to the student's complete welfare. Therefore at the start of each new term, each pupil will be given a full medical examination. This examination is offered at reduced cost as it is now included as part of the teaching regime in the local medical school.

5) The Academy is committed to the success of students. The Head Master has a long standing relationship with certain members of the examining board which ensures that simple obedience guarantees 100% pass rate. Rigorous coaching for presentation to the examining board will be given to all students.

6) All classes are compulsory. All assignments must be completely satisfactorily and in a timely manner. Failure to do so will result in summary discipline.

7) Students are expected to behave as perfect ladies at all times and remember that their behaviour reflects the Academy's reputation. Uniforms must be worn at all times, and instant obedience and respect given to all members of staff.

8) By accepting a place at the Academy students will have been deemed to have accepted these rules and no complaints will be considered.

9) Students will assist with the serving of school meals. Each day a student will be selected to wait on the top table. A black latex waitress uniform, to the headmaster's own particularly tasteful design, must be worn. Students can find full details on http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/wholestory.php?storyid=4379


Day to day rules:

!) Blouses fastened only by 3rd button
2) No girl shall shower alone
3) All punishments public-unless head says other wise
4) No nun-like behaviour
5) All grins shall be evil & wicked
6) All girls shall look innocent
7) No blushing. No girl shall be embarrassed

The Head Master reserves the right to modify or add rules without consultation or warning.

[Uncle_Ed]

Thanks to cariad and minx for the rules.

[Uncle_Ed]

I have just approved our first student for the new term:

Dear Ed Master

Please accept this letter as my formal application to be admitted to
Slothlands Academy

I am no doubt older than several of your other potential students but I
believe I can bring some experience with me, years ago I did in fact
discover the meaning of life, unfortunately I forgot to write it down.

I am currently studying at the School of Life, but the subjects I am
developing an interest in, are not on the curriculum. These being-
Physical Education, including ropes, horses,cartwheels, floor exercises,
Corporal punishment, chat room etiquette, the role of the sub in Society and of course subservience classes.

I have taken several exams, psychometric testing including, however these
all proved inconclusive. I have however managed to pass one test and this
was related to personality.

A little about me

I can tread water for 2 days in a row
I play the triangle
I participate in full contact sports such as origami
I am in expert in suduko;
A veteran in needlework;
An outlaw according to Mrs Tiggiewinkle as I once ran over a hedgehog
On the last day of every week I replace batteries in several hand held
devices which I own
I have the ability to negotiate with terrorists if they threaten to
raid my supply of white chocolate

If needed I can produce a psychologists or is that psychiatrists report and
am willing to undergo any further assessments you deem necessary. I also
undertake to be bound by your decision

I look forward to showing my appreciation in some way, decided by yourself
of course.

Yours in a very skimpy school uniform

suchaminx

APPROVED

[Qmoq]

Umm Ed, I was in the local pub the other day – you know, “The Gilded Ostrich”, and I found a diary. Naturally, a diary is a secret, precious thing that should be treated like a sacred document. So here it is.

Qmoq

Wednesday 17th May

Found another bra in the dorms. Why these girls are careless enough to leave their underwear in their lockers, I’ll never know. Still, Ed seemed pleased when I presented it to him, so some lass is not going to sit down for a week. Mmm. I know who I hope it is.

That new teacher arrives on Friday, Miss Sanchez or something. Ed seems very keen on her, but her list of requirements for her office seems long, to say the least. Why she needs a cabinet for her canes, I’ll never know: Ed just puts his in an umbrella stand made from an elephant’s foot, and polishes them with the fur from a cat he ran over once. And he’s had no complaints.

Thursday 18th May

Ach. I got her name wrong, it’s Miss Gonzales. Miss Marie Gonzales. Bet she’s got a stick up her ass, they all do, these young teachers.

Friday 19th May

Bless my old bones, I think I’m in love. Or at lust, at least. Miss Marie Gonzales is simply the most delectable creature that I have ever seen: from every angle she could produce drool at twenty paces. If she’s got a stick up her ass, my only problem would be that she’s not asked me to lick it yet. Or be it. Oh my, how I would love to bend her forwards over her desk, and slide my cock deep into that ass of hers, reaching over to squeeze her tits at the same time. She’s young, Mexican, jet-black hair that frames her pretty face and pixie nose, atop which she wears a permanent set of wide-rimmed glasses that suit her perfectly. And that body. Oh my lord. Got a kinda healthy Salma Hayek vibe about her, which can’t be bad. Ed introduced her this morning, and he had a damn filthy grin on his face too, don’t you know. Lucky bastard. She teaches General Studies, which is a waste of fricking time if you ask me, but I tell you, that woman could general my studies any day.

Monday 22nd May

Nope. I’ve looked at this for three days now and still don’t know what “general my studies” means. But my passion for Miss Gonzales mounts.

I walked past her lesson today, and saw her in action. She has a lot going for her, I couldn’t keep my eyes away as she reached up to write some words on the blackboard. She may have been writing something most profound: I didn’t see it. I only saw the tender, small hand that cradled the chalk, the slim, pretty wrist it was attached to. Her smart little business suit deserves a mention, it fitted her and showed off all her curves, yet wasn’t suited for a teacher that reached up too much. Even from my distance, I could see the tight skirt hitch up and reveal her stockingtop.

The girls were being their usual selves. Cariad was flicking elastic bands at Jennyfer, and Seababy was looking out of the window – she gave me a wink when she saw me. Only Suchaminx actually appeared to be doing any work, writing studiously, until I saw what she had written, when she stuck a note that read “Tawse Me” on Seababy’s back.

But when Miss Gonzales turned around, and fixed the girls with a stare, they all snapped rigidly to position, primly putting their shoulders back and producing tremendous strain on that third button. When she turned back to the blackboard, all the girls paid much more attention. Seababy darted her eyes in my direction, and raised an eyebrow at me, but was too scared to wink again.

I love her. Miss Gonzales, I mean. Not Seababy, though she’s nice too.


Tuesday 23rd May

Well, yesterday I thought I loved her. Today I only think I think I love her. She passed me in the canteen and seemed a little hoity-toity, snapping “I need to see you on Thursday in my office at five.” Even so, she held herself with a delicate grace, and that arse was still as edible as ever.

Wednesday 24th May

Had to clean the girls’ toilets today, the graffiti is disgraceful. I reported it verbatim to Ed, who nodded, said “Ooo that’s a good one,” and wrote it down. I was truly disappointed when I realised that cleaning it up meant I missed Miss Gonzales take the girls on a four mile run through the rain. I got a note from her though, which reminded my of our appointment. I held it to my bosom, then stuck it deep into my pockets, though I admit I was a bit uncertain.

Thursday 25th May

I hate her. God damn.

I went to her office at five, as requested, and without even saying hello or offering me a cup of tea, she asked me how often her office was cleaned. When I said it was cleaned once every three days, she hissed that this was nowhere near good enough, and it should be cleaned once a day, at least. Silly tart doesn’t realised I’d have to do it myself, not since two of the girls got caught with the cleaning staff. Then Miss Gonzales had the temerity to order her a large cabinet for her canes, and was quite specific about it.

“It cannot be more than four foot high or two foot wide, otherwise the canes would look silly hanging there.”

“If I got you a taller cabinet, you could chuck other things in the bottom. The punishment vibrators, for instance, are a pain in the doo-dah to keep anywhere, but they’d be perfect down th-”

“You silly little man,” she interrupted. “I am a pro-fess-io-nal woman. I do not cast my possessions into the bottom of a cupboard, I treat them with respect.”

Something in the way she emphasised each syllable of the word ‘professional’ made my blood boil, but I held my tongue.

“Well?” she continued. “Aren’t you going to measure the floor to make sure it can fit?”

I stared at her, perturbed but determined to show that I was a pro-fess-io-nal too. I got down on all fours, and shuffled to the wall, tape-measure in hand. She ignored me, of course, which was handy in one respect. I looked at her stockinged legs under her desk, just as she crossed them. Oh my, that flash of white panties made it all worthwhile, and the contrast against her dusky brown thighs was astonishing.

Without looking up from her papers, she called out. “Well, do you have anything that could fit in there?”

I stood up, and looked at the measurement. “Yes, Miss Gonzales. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow.”

“See that you do,” she replied.

[Qmoq]

Friday 26th May

I brought her the cabinet to her office on a trolley, knocked quietly on her door, and waited. No response. I knocked again.

“Yes, yes,” she snapped. “Come in, if you must.”

I entered. She wore black today, with a prim blouse with the white collar over the outside of the collar of the jacket. If she hadn’t been such a cow, I would have been chronically erect. Even so, she did stir something inside me.

“Oh, it’s you,” she sniffed, as though she was saying hello to something she found on her mudflaps.

“Where do you want the cabinet, Miss Gonzales?” I asked politely. I was polite, I always am.

“Where do you think?” she shrugged, and pointed in the direction of the gap I had measured the previous day. “Over there, and be quick about it, I’m a busy woman.”
I nodded obsequiously and pushed it into place. As I pulled the trolley away, I nudged over a yukka plant, and she got to her feet.

“Sorry Miss,” I said. “I’ll clean that up in a minute.”

“You’ll clean it up now, or else.”

“N-no,” I said nervously. “First, I need to show you how the cabinet works.”

I opened the doors, and she stepped closer to it, looking inside, mumbling something about knowing how a goddamn cabinet works and certainly not needing any lessons on it from a boneheaded caretaker, when I pushed her inside with a single hand on her back. She stumbled in, bounced sweetly off the back wall, then disappeared as I shut the cabinet on her. She banged heavily on the door, which got louder when I locked it and put it on the trolley. I pushed her out into the corridor. The headmaster was coming in the other direction.

“I say, Ted, where are you going with that cabinet? What’s in there?” he asked when he heard it rattling.

“Umm, no sir, Miss Marie Gonzales is in here, I’m going to ravish her quite vigorously.”

“Jolly good, do carry on,” replied the head, satisfied. “Please don’t let the girls see it, though. You know how much trouble they cause when they get aroused.”

“Yus sir,” I nodded. He was right. When they did well on their exams, we rewarded them with a George Clooney marathon on the school TV. Took me three days to get all the stains out.

It meant I had to find a deserted place, somewhere where the closed-circuit cameras and the girls couldn’t see me. When I thought of the place, I began to laugh so hard, it stopped the banging on the doors and made Miss Gonzales begin to squeal nervously.

I was glad the trolley had wide wheels, otherwise it would have got stuck in the lighter mud, long before the virtual swamp that sat in the middle of the playing fields. I unlocked the cabinet, not saying a word, then I upended her. She flopped out of the cabinet, right into the mud with a heavy squelch. Quickly, she got up, began to run uncertainly on her four-inch heels, and started to stumble even before I chose to catch her. My old rugby union days helped me out. I grabbed her by the wrist, spun her round like I was John Travolta, and hurled her into the mud again.

She slid for three yards in the mess, gasping at the cold water as it seeped into her clothes. When she got up this time, her blouse was virtually transparent, and her suit was almost totally filth-ridden, certainly ruined. She looked nervous, but did not scream.

“You will p-pay for t-this,” she said, but the confidence in her voice had gone. She turned and ran, and I just had to take two quick paces towards her, reach out a leg to trip her up, and she was on her face again. This time I crouched by her fallen frame, and her pathetic posture seemed to inspire me.

“You want everything clean, but you don’t know what dirt really is, do you?” I snarled.

Umm. Then I regret that I may not have treated her like a lady. I sat on her as she lay face down, and used both hands differently. With my left hand, I held that bun of hers, and forced her head into the mud, which made her arms flail wildly, and her legs kick up in the air.

“You love to be treated like a dirty bitch, don’t you?”

“Yowgle,” she spluttered when I let her come up for air.

“That’s yowgle, Mister Stoat,” I responded, and pushed her head back down again. My other hand – and I should stress that I am right handed – curled around under her short skirt, and was pinching and scratching some sensitive skin at the top of her inner thigh. It was hard to get any closer, because the silly thing kept clenching her legs shut on me. I lifted her head again and whispered “Spread those legs for me, Miss Gonzales,” into her ear.

“Burple,” she replied, but when I feinted to push her head in again, she complied. In return, to prove that I was a reasonable man, I let go of her head.

“Good girl,” I said, and began to stroke the back of her neck with the tips of my fingers. She calmed instantly, and the muscles in her legs relaxed, the arms went limp. My right hand moved upwards, and found what I expected to find. Ed would not have hired someone at the rates he charges, if they were normal.
“You’re not a normal girl, are you?” I asked in a triumphant, smiling voice. “Your little cunt is all wet, isn’t it? ISN’T IT?” I grabbed her hair and pulled her head so far back that her shapely, slim neck was exposed.

“Yes, Mr Stoat, it is,” she purred.

I slid a finger halfway into her cunt. The chin dropped, the eyes clenched shut, she let out a tender little gasp, but said nothing.

“What do you propose I do? Should I measure something to put into it?” I asked.

“N-n-y-no,” she gurgled.

“Or maybe I should just fuck you right here in the mud,” I added. It was not a question.

“Yes,” she said with a growl in her voice. “Fuck me, sir.”

That was all I wanted to hear. I undid the bun on the back of her head, stood up, and dragged her to her feet by the straggly, dirty hair. She grunted and arched her back, standing uncertainly on her heels.

“Take off your skirt. Throw it in the cabinet.”

Her shaking hands undid a clasp on her waistband, and the skirt was removed. She tossed it weakly at the open cabinet, it landed a good three yards short. As it landed, I brought my hand hard down on her left buttock.

“Clumsy,” I said, and slapped the other one. Her body jolted forwards at each slap, the gasps were a dead giveaway. “You love this, don’t you, slut?”

“Y-yes sir, t-this slut loves it.”

I pushed her to the floor again, and ordered her to get on all fours. This, she readily did, and I knelt behind her for more observation. “Arch your back, whore, and get those knees further apart. I want to see this cunt of yours,” I slapped her inner thighs hard, and she dutifully spread her legs. I slapped them again, harder this time, just because the red marks contrasted wonderfully against the brown skin and drops of wet mud. Then I looked at her tight little pussy. “Ahh, my goodness, Miss Gonzales, I am going to enjoy fucking this cunt. It is small, and I love to stretch pussies like this, you know? But it’s wet, my god it’s wet, you’re a damp little fucktoy, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir!”

I slapped her arse again. “What are you?”

“I’m your stupid little fucktoy, sir!”

I scraped my fingernails down the small of her back to the top of her stockingtops. I didn’t even ask her again, but she continued.

“And I need to be fucked, because I’m an insatiable cowslut, sir. Make me your cumbitch, please sir, I need your cock in me so badly, sir!”

I unzipped myself, already ready to burst, and knelt behind her. I placed the head of my cock into her, and he whimpered with anticipation. Then I leaned over her and my entire length slid into that tight little cunt. I could feel her muscles tighten on it, as though she never wanted to let it go. I pushed her head forwards again, face down into the mud. She gurgled happily as I began to fuck her, coming up for air to beg me to fuck her harder.

It only took a few minutes, she may have pissed me off so much in the previous few days, but she did look like Salma Hayek, and she was coated in mud and calling herself degrading names that even I had never heard before. So when she asked if she could cum, and I let her, and she roared with a cry that made birds fly from the treetops, it only took a second for me to spurt deep into her pussy. I collapsed on top of her, my heavy mass forcing her tender frame into the mud, which seeped happily around her. My hands idly stroked and fingered her hair as she cooed warm thank-you-sirs to me. She was a grateful little cunt, I thought to myself.

Eventually, when I found some strength, I got up, pulled her to her feet, dragged her to the cabinet and roughly shoved her inside. She turned to face me, her mud-soaked face looking up with devilish eyes and a wicked grin. I bit my lip and shut the door on her, then put the cabinet back on the trolley. I took my time to brush some of the mud from my overalls, remembered to zip up, and began to push her back to her office. She remained silent. I thought I had gotten away with it, but as I passed the girls coming out of their usual detention, something they said seemed to indicate that we may have been discovered.

“Have you had a good day, sir?” asked Suchaminx.

“Nice weather, isn’t it, sir?” asked Cariad.

“Always good to get some fresh air, isn’t it, sir?” asked Seababy.

“Wow, sir, I loved the way you shoved your fingers in her cunt when you were pulling back on her hair,” grinned Jennyfer.

Maybe I was paranoid.

The end

[Uncle_Ed]

Slothlands Academy for Girls
The Old School House
Birchingem

Headmaster: Edmund Master P(erve) Hons.


MEMO TO: MR TED STOAT.

Mr Stoat,

I have in my possession a diary that I believe belongs to you.

I have glanced through it and I have to register my deep disappointment with your behaviour. Your conduct with Miss Gonzales is STOATALLY UNACCEPTABLE.

I have impressed on you before that extra-curricular activities are to be fully-documented on CCTV and your choice of Slothlands playing field WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!

On a milder matter, the new CCTV cameras I ordered have arrived. Please install them on the masts overlooking the Slothlands playing fields at your earliest convenience.

By the way, that new barmaid at “The Gilded Ostrich” has asked me to tell you that she is anxious to get her hands on your pump handle as she has heard that your equipment produces a good, thick head. It was jolly good of you to offer to install it for her

Ed Master.

[Uncle_Ed]

Slothlands Academy for Girls
The Old School House
Birchingem

Headmaster: Edmund Master P(erve) Hons.


MEMO TO: Miss Marie Gonzales.


It has come to my notice that you have had extra-curricular relations with Mr Ted Stoat on the Slothlands playing field and that during said activities you became wet and muddy.

This disgusting display WILL NOT BE REPEATED unless it is recorded on CCTV. Mr Stoat is today installing a new camera system on the fields and I shall expect you to refrain from performing out there until they have been checked out.

As you have shamed yourself and allowed your clothes to become so filthy I am instructing you to be in the staff shower-room at 6:00 pm where I shall hose you down personally. I shall also being experimenting with on interesting “sponge on a stick” that the dear General (under whom you struggled to study) sent me for my last birthday. Apparently I have to attach the two cables to a 24-volt truck battery before making it wet and applying to you. Technology is a wonderful thing.

Mr Stoat will be in attendance as this was his condition under which he has leant me his battery.

Ed Master.

[Uncle_Ed]

SLOTHLANDS ANTHEM

Verse one;
Onward girls of Slothlands, dressing like a whore!
With the cross of St. Andrew going on before!
Ed pervy headmaster leans against your butt!
Forward in and thrusting
See his cane’s deep cut

Refrain:
Onward girls of Slothlands, dressing like a whore!
With the cross of St. Andrew going on before!


Verse two;

At the sign of triumph bras, Slothlands teachers free
Out then little boobies, let your teachers see!
Foundation garments quiver at the mighty strain!
Students! Lift your nipples give them up for pain!

Refrain:

Verse three;

Like a mighty flagpole moves the trousers crotch
Students, we are looking soon then we will touch!
Legs not yet divided all in one mind we
One in kinks and uniform we are all pervy!

Refrain:

Verse four;
Rubber pants may perish orgasms rise and wain
But Slothlands Academy forever will remain
Gates of Slothlands never shut against new girls
You have your Heads promises his fingers in your curls!

Refrain:

Verse five:

Onward then ye students join our happy throng
Blend with ours your juices collecting in your thong
Whoring, fraud, dishonour make your way in this world
Onward then you students proud new Slothlands girls!

Refrain:

[Uncle_Ed]

I am delighted to receive another application:

Dear Dr Master,

I would be grateful if you would consider me for a place in your Academy.

Unfortunately following the birth of little eric I have let my studies slip. I wish to gain enough qualifications to entry to advanced studies in Marine Sciences since I think will this help me understand our dearest little fishy offspring. I also hope that having a mother enrolled at the Academy will help when we are looking at schools for him to join.

My hobbies include aquatics and kick boxing; rearranging letters in words, and numbers in phone numbers.

I found both the geometry and art classes which you offer of particular interest, since I have a personal interest in patterns which can be formed using straight lines only.

If non of the above entitles to me a place at that Academy I would just like to add that I once organised a Womble hunt on Wimbledon Common and writing this letter wearing a latex cat-suit.

Yours, bending over in eager anticipation of being offered a place.


(from cariad)

APPROVED



--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[jennyfer]

Dear Mr Ed Master,

Please consider my application to become a student of your fine establishment.
I am nineteen years old and so may be one of your younger pupils, however I am confident I will be able to meet the stringent demands you place on all your students. Since completing my education in an oppressive and highly outdated girl’s school almost a year ago, I have missed the unnecessarily strict discipline, bizarre rules and worryingly sexualised uniform. After much research, I am confident that your Academy will fill these gaps in my life.

My recent first hand experience of the A-level system will give me a slight advantage over some of the other pupils, however I assure you I will compensate for this by making absolutely no effort in order to be fair on the other girls.

I am very interested in your somewhat unconventional curriculum and look forward to using classes such as bondage and physical education to show off how “flexible” I am. I can make no promises about my general behaviour, however give me a prefect badge and I shall appropriately terrorise the other students.

I have many skills including cooking and looking damn cute, and will be more than willing to use these within your academy, especially if they will get me out of trouble and guarantee good grades. I can also juggle, which comes in handy more often than you might think.

Unfortunately due to a rare allergy to certain types of paper I will not be able to take part in general studies classes. Past experience has shown me that these classes will cause a negative reaction which will demonstrate itself in destructive behaviour, and result in me drawing totally unnecessary pictures of penises. I’m sure you will understand the devastating effect of this illness and excuse me from this subject.

I wait in eager anticipation of your acceptance. In order to help your decision, please find enclosed a photograph of me in ‘school uniform’ to demonstrate how well I will fit in.
Yours sincerely,
Jennyfer

[Qmoq]

Ed,

You've got to accept Jennyfer! The school needs a juggler. And ask her if she can draw a fish. I like fish. Either that or Cameron Diaz in a pool of ice-cream.

Q

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear Mr Ed Master,

Please consider my application to become a student of your fine establishment.
I am nineteen years old and so may be one of your younger pupils, however I am confident I will be able to meet the stringent demands you place on all your students. Since completing my education in an oppressive and highly outdated girl’s school almost a year ago, I have missed the unnecessarily strict discipline, bizarre rules and worryingly sexualised uniform. After much research, I am confident that your Academy will fill these gaps in my life.

My recent first hand experience of the A-level system will give me a slight advantage over some of the other pupils, however I assure you I will compensate for this by making absolutely no effort in order to be fair on the other girls.

I am very interested in your somewhat unconventional curriculum and look forward to using classes such as bondage and physical education to show off how “flexible” I am. I can make no promises about my general behaviour, however give me a prefect badge and I shall appropriately terrorise the other students.

I have many skills including cooking and looking damn cute, and will be more than willing to use these within your academy, especially if they will get me out of trouble and guarantee good grades. I can also juggle, which comes in handy more often than you might think.

Unfortunately due to a rare allergy to certain types of paper I will not be able to take part in general studies classes. Past experience has shown me that these classes will cause a negative reaction which will demonstrate itself in destructive behaviour, and result in me drawing totally unnecessary pictures of penises. I’m sure you will understand the devastating effect of this illness and excuse me from this subject.

I wait in eager anticipation of your acceptance. In order to help your decision, please find enclosed a photograph of me in ‘school uniform’ to demonstrate how well I will fit in.
Yours sincerely,
Jennyfer

APPROVED

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed,

I like fish. Either that or Cameron Diaz in a pool of ice-cream.

Q

eric is going to need a baby-sitter when cariad is in class.

The pay is one Cameron Diaz picture plus tub of wall's vanilla, you can do your own dunking.

Interested?

[chattel69]

Dear HeadMaster,

Please consider my application to become a student of Slothlands Academy. I am an older student, however I am confident I will be able to meet the stringent demands you place on all your students. Since completing my primary education in an oppressive school almost twenty years ago, I have gone on to obtain advanced degrees in higher education but feel I need the education and lessons you are teaching. After much research, I am confident that your Academy will fill these gaps in my life.

I am very interested in your curriculum and look forward to using classes such as bondage and physical education to help me to learn how to be a better wife and mother.

Since I have no outside responsibilities, attending the school full time will not be a trouble and I will try my hardest to adhere to the rules and policy of the school.

I truly hope you accept my application.

[cariad]

eric is going to need a baby-sitter when cariad is in class.

The pay is one Cameron Diaz picture plus tub of wall's vanilla, you can do your own dunking.

Interested?


As eric's mother, I just wish to establish whether you are proposing that the Cameron Diaz picture is dunked or eric is dunked. I am concerned about eric developing a taste for sweet ice cream at such an early age, particularly since I am currently refining his tastes in salty water.

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear HeadMaster,

Please consider my application to become a student of Slothlands Academy. I am an older student, however I am confident I will be able to meet the stringent demands you place on all your students. Since completing my primary education in an oppressive school almost twenty years ago, I have gone on to obtain advanced degrees in higher education but feel I need the education and lessons you are teaching. After much research, I am confident that your Academy will fill these gaps in my life.

I am very interested in your curriculum and look forward to using classes such as bondage and physical education to help me to learn how to be a better wife and mother.

Since I have no outside responsibilities, attending the school full time will not be a trouble and I will try my hardest to adhere to the rules and policy of the school.

I truly hope you accept my application.

APPROVED

[Uncle_Ed]

As eric's mother, I just wish to establish whether you are proposing that the Cameron Diaz picture is dunked or eric is dunked. I am concerned about eric developing a taste for sweet ice cream at such an early age, particularly since I am currently refining his tastes in salty water.

I feel sure that Qmoq's tastes, peculiar as they are, would not extend to dunking haddock in vanilla ice cream. Cameron Diaz on the other hand would as equally delicious as on the first hand. The chances of either of us getting her in that position are unlikely.

Ed Master (perveted Head and Father-of-fish)

[Uncle_Ed]

Headmaster's personal log.


Slothlands is a go! I must admit to these pages that I had some serious misgivings when I read the reports on the girls who have applied to the Academy. Some of them haven't done a scrap of work in their entire schoolastic career to date; some have been arrested for being drunk and disorderly; one had a sordid affair with that minister-you know who! Him with the squint and large holding somewhere in his trousers. There's even a police report linking one of them with the infamous "Golden syrup and The ArchBishop" fiasco!

Those girls are,of course, exactly what I expected. It's those damned little swots I hate. All "yes, Sir; No, Sir". They're no bloody good! I want to get my cane worn in before half-term! I don't want them to turn up for class in perfect uniforms! I want them to be disrespectful and arguementative-like that cariad! I've got my eye on that one! Miss "I'm a placid swan!" Ha! Furious paddling she wants-furious paddling she gets!

And that Suchaminx! "I'm a sweet angel!" with an "innocent look"! Who the hell is she kidding? I've seen the way she looks at squiffington-Up-His-Own-Arse Smythe! He doesn't notice-he's still watching old re-runs of "Blue Peter" and I suspect gets hard at the mere mention of Valerie Singleton.

Then there's jennyfer. Dark horse...black as midnight! She claims to juggle! Well, she'd better keep her hands off my balls while Fanny's around otherwise she'll be served for Sunday dinner-plucked and stuffed!

Now, I have an unknown arriving! chattel69! I do like the sound of the 69 bit. Must be a linguist of some kind... Says she likes sports. Don't we all! *note to self* check her out on vaulting horse with Stoat and Gonzales.

Right. Have an appointment with old mate JD.

Ed Master.

[Uncle_Ed]

Hello log! (Thinks, must get this flush fixed)

Well, not much to report as yet. The buildings are still standing so I suppose that is a good start. No sign of the little dears yet, but as term hasn't commenced again-no surprise. Looks as though I'm going to have problems with seababy...no official application. Hmm-will have to give her "private interview"...long one.

Fanny has kitchen in order and is happily running around in her apron...nothing else, just an apron. I do like the big bow at the back! Shows off her cute little ass. Asked me if I wanted to dip my finger? As nothing on hob I duly obliged. Sure that doesn't meet health regulations.

Stoat is knocking something up in his workshop. From the squeals I would guess it's Marie. They play happily together for hours by the swimming pool. She can hold her breath for a long time. As she's mostly strapped into the ducking stool thats just as well-I'll never find another teacher at short notice.

Frump is muttering dire threats to anything that moves. I should not have hidden her gin. But she does get so violent after the fourth bottle! I well remember that Croation wrestler she picked up. Picked up, swung around and almost killed. He said he wasn't used to homicidal grannies...

Oh well- JD is calling.

[Uncle_Ed]

Ok-opening day nearly upon me! Have told girls to give me report on first impressions. They're such a lazy bunch that I'll probably have to beat it out of them. Now I know why I opened this place!

I do hope that they enjoy their time here...it's supposed to prepare them for life! Probably ruin them for ever! They'll never be able to sit for very long, that's for certain. *Note to self* Contact inflatable cushion suppliers for best rates.

Fanny is still clearing out kitchen. With hindsight I suppose stripping the Academy tractor engine in there wasn't my brightest idea ever...

Oh well..

[Uncle_Ed]

Damn! One of them has done her assignment! I'll have to keep an eye on her-may turn out to be a bigger handful than I at first thought!

Still, I could always look for spelling mistakes...



B*******, the details of the Academy said nothing of cobbles!! How I am
supposed to walk and on them in these regulation school shoes with the 6inch heels ANDDDDDDDDDD carry my case.

Guess nothing for it than to try, could see these figures by the door, but
none of them came to help, think they were laughing at me trying to walk on
tip toes (as if the heels weren't already doing that!). Got half way and had
to stop, think they could see me now so I flashed......................my
biggest smile and this guy came over, dressed in dungarees.....and took my
case from my hand,

What a gent I thought he is going to carry it for me, but no picked me up
instead, not quite sure he needed to have his hands quite so firmly attached
to my bum or his eyes so firmly attached to my chest, surprised he could see
where he was going!

My eyes were firmly fixed on my case, hope it wasn't going to be left in the
sun too long - it has my terms supply of white chocolate in it, can you
imagine melted white chocolate over everything, mmmmmmmmmmmm guess you can.
Jolt myself back from this particular dream as I am put down face to face
with another guy.......

Think he must be important, he has a big black cape on, a funny looking
square thing on his head, but guess he is the most important because of the
cane he has in his hand, wonder if he went to school to learn how to keep
tapping it in his hand like that.

I then think back to staff and guess this must be the Chief Perve,think it
is the dinner lady next to him (her apron is a bit of a clue), can't wait to
taste Fanny

whoops meant Fanny's cooking!!

then the But Not guy (his name is far too long to remember),the old lady
with the bum - whoops bun must be Matron. Guess Speedy and Sleezy
(Marie and Ted) are off being sleezy and speedy.

Doesn't look any of my fellow pupils are here yet, what a shame, guess I
will be the focus of attention................

Focus of attention indeed. My study. 5:00 pm.

[cariad]

Well, I arrived at Slothlands full of the highest expectations both of the education and moral standards which I had understood were strictly enforced.

Having made it over the cobbles in my heels – hmmmmph bet Ed Master has never tried that, suffered the indignity of being mauled as I was carried up stairs by that rather delicious looking caretaker, met minxy in the Dorm crying over molten white chocolate (now that is a serious kink), I decided to go exploring.

Thoughts of chocolate, not white, drove me to the kitchen. Surely that was where I would be able to partake of a little afternoon tea. No such luck!

I opened the door to find fanny Cradock dressed in what I suppose is a practical uniform for a cook, a short flared white latex dress (wipe-able) showing how swipe-able she was. Suspended by a hoist above in the middle of the room, gagged presumably to muffle her screams, she was being attended to by a man I recognised from the photos in the prospectus as Ed Master.

That man certainly knows how to wield a cane! Yikes! And all because she complained that he was an hour late bringing her her cup of tea that morning.

Anyway, when Ed Master went to the freezer for some ice cubes, I grabbed a plain chocolate digestive biscuit from the plate on the side and ran for it. I guess Ed Master was in need of a refreshing drink, he did look quite hot and bothered.

[chattel69]

After a long flight and a two mile walk from town, I reach the gates of Slothlands Academy. I stand at the entrance for awhile taking in all the grounds and surroundings. I feel a shiver run down back as I remember why I have come all this way.

I quickly look around to see if anyone is looking but just in case duck behind a bush to change into the uniform. There was no way I was going to travel all this way in such strict clothing. After stepping for the first time onto the 6" inch heels I start to walk up the drive, this is going to take forever I thought as I stumble over the stones while trying to walk in such high heels.

The airline lost my luggage so all I have is my carry on which only has my PDA, phone, and wallet. I wonder what I am going to do, it will be an awfully long walk to get any details about my luggage. I am sure the head master will help me when and if I can make it to the door.

Sweating and panting I finally make it to the door only to see a very dark looking man with a crop in hand, I realize I might have gotten in over my head but it is too late to turn back now...I do a little curtesy as I am scooped up and placed in front of the dark looking man.

He barks out my room assignment and tells me of the first assembly for students. My whole body shivers as I try to ask about my luggage before being intrupted and told only to speak when spoken too. I slowly turn and run as much as I can on the heels towards my room. As I turn a corner, I decide it will be easier to take the shoes off just to get to my room, it won't hurt anything, or anyone.

I finally make it to my room and fall on the bed just happy to be able to relax for a moment, the jet-lag from the trip takes over and I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

[jennyfer]

Slothlands Academy, June 4th

Dear Daddy,

Come and get me!! I don't want to stay here!!
Clearly when I spoke to you on the phone earlier you didn't fully understand the situation I was in, or I'm certain you wouldn't have said 'tough, it's about time someone took you in hand.' I was going to call you back but I noticed that creepy Stoat guy hanging around and I didn't want to get my mobile confiscated. Honestly Daddy this place is so weird! When you said you were sending me somewhere that would get rid of my bratty behaviour, I was certain you were joking—I’m adorable when I’m bratty!
I feel totally isolated here. I can only communicate by writing letter for one thing! I hid my mobile under the mattress on my bed so at least I can text after lights-out. And we’re in the middle of nowhere! It’s two miles from the nearest town! Two miles from the nearest Top Shop, the nearest McDonalds…. And where will I get my nails done? Please Daddy, don’t subject me to this cruelty! It’s inhuman! And, to add insult to injury we have to walk down to the town. I don’t walk at the best of times, but now we’re in heels! Mind you, I had to laugh earlier. I noticed the cobbles leading into the building and how much the other girls were struggling over them in their heels. See Daddy, I told you wearing stilettos all the time would pay off in the end. Now aren’t you glad I bought all those shoes on your credit card? The practice has made me easily best in the class. Not that it matters because I am NOT staying here.
The Headmaster is a right pervy old git, and on the first day I was here I saw two members of staff shagging on the games field. Is this really the kind of thing you want to expose your sweet innocent adorable little girl to? I don’t think so.
I miss you so much Daddy, and I miss my lovely pink room with all my nice clothes. This uniform is so stuffy and worse still, I have to share a room. Ick. So far I’ve met Sucha and Cariad (all the girls here have weird names) who seem nice enough and apparently there’s already two other girls in our dorm. But I don’t even have an en-suite!
The Head’s office seems worryingly decorated with various instruments of punishment, and no way in hell is he coming near my ass with any of them. Besides I still have your belt marks on me, and I’m doing everything I can to hide them from the other girls- not easy when we’re not allowed to shower alone!
Anyway Daddy, just come and get me. I’ll be a good girl again, I promise.
Please Daddy…..

Your little jennyfer

[Uncle_Ed]

It is the first day at Slothlands and Ed is up early. Fanny is pleased and they have a good time until it is time to get out of bed and start the day.

Ed presses the bell to wake up the girls. He has invested in a system of such awesome power that the UN Weapons Inspectors nearly confiscated it.

There is a tremendous noise followed by the sounds of indignant young ladies picking themselves out of the rose bushes in the garden. Good job Ed has bolted all the windows open otherwise there could have been serious damage incurred to the building.

Ed and Fanny make their way down to the dining room and Fanny goes to make the breakfast. Ed goes into the dining room and sees Suchaminx, brushed and scrubbed, sitting waiting.

"Good morning young lady. You're up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed"

Ed stares intently at the aforementioned tail that is revealed as Suchaminx stands, her school uniform skirt swirling in the draught from the open window.

Ed notices that she is not wearing school regulation underwear and questions the flustered Suchaminx.

"So, the first day here and you have already broken a rule! Exactly what were you thinking when you dressed this morning?"

The other girls enter the dining room and watch to see what is going to happen. Suchaminx clasps her hands together behind her back and shuffles from one foot to another, uncertain of what to say.

"I...er, I forgot sir! I'm not used to the rules and I put these on Sir!"

Suchaminx turns round and flips up her skirt, showing the tiny thong she has put on earlier. Her bottom is suntanned showing her habit of sunbathing wearing next to nothing. The other girls giggle.

Ed is speechless, primarily with joy.

"How dare you!" He thunders striding towards the girl. "I will not tolerate this..this brazen behaviour!"

Ed swings out one of the straight-back dining chairs and sits down. Reaching out, he takes Suchaminx by the arm and pulls her squealing across his lap. She looks up at him, a flush starting on her cheeks. The other girls are frozen, staring at the scene evolving in front of them.

Ed pushes Suchaminx' skirt out of the way and holds her hands firmly in his; in the small of her back. Suchaminx is dismayed at his firm grip and realises that she is unable to break free. The tiny white thong is only just about hiding her from the intent gaze of her fellow-students and she tenses her arse cheeks in anticipation.

Ed is entranced by the sight before him. He rubs the firm bottom and tells Suchaminx; "You will learn that school rules are -here -to- be- obeyed!"
The last four words punctuated by the sound of his hand across her bum. Suchaminx is shocked at the sudden stinging slaps and hisses through her teeth. Ed's handprint blazes on her skin.

The first girl to read this should continue this "breakfast episode".

[suchaminx]

Victory Speech

:yahoo::yahoo:

Fighting back tears (of joy), I would just like to say what an honour it has been to receive the very first public Slothlands Spanking

I would like to thank Marks and Spencer for providing the incriminating evidence and 'minx' for whispering 'go on I dare you'

I know that it was a only a taste of what is to come and I hope that soon it will be me:)

[Uncle_Ed]

From the desk of
Mr. Arbuthnot Squiffington-Smythe (with an ‘e’)
Teacher (With A Tawse)
Bachelor Of Naughtiness and Doctorate in Advanced General Excellence


Date as weltmark on messenger.


Dear Headmaster,

I have been giving some thought to the annual staff-student drama production for this year, and thought that you would be interested in progress so far.

I know that you were keen that, once again, we perform The Taming of The Shrew, and whilst I cannot deny that this has afforded considerable pleasure in years past (sometimes also to the audience), I do feel that after 8 years in a row, it is time to give this production a rest and seek a new challenge.

I have been considering other Shakespearian options, and in the light of my ground-breaking textual revisions, I conclude that there is certainly potential for a unique Slothlands interpretation of the great tragedies: Hamlet (‘To beat or not to beat?’), Macbeth (‘Is this a flogger that I see before me?’), Othello (with Des-the-moaner), Julius – Seize Her!, Romie ‘Oh!’d As July Ate and of course King Leer. We could even explore some of the lesser-known works, such as Tight As Andronicus and Tie’Em On of Athens. I regret that I have been unable to do anything with Coriolanus.

The comedies, too, are not devoid of promise. We could do The Extremely Satisfied Wives of Windsor, My Twelfth Tonight, All’s Well That Heals Well, Much Ado About Everyone, The Merchant of Venice (‘Give me justice and my bondage!’), The Two Gentlemen and Veronica, The Punishment of Errors, As I Like It, and that charming comedy about two teenage boys comparing manhoods, Measure for Measure. However, I must confess that cariad usually makes me think of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

We could of course break with tradition and do some Chekhov. I know how much you enjoyed the Festival we visited at my relatives’ house in Russia, where we were both excited to watch Uncle Vanya with Three Sisters.

In any case, I shall continue my search for a play that can truly uphold the fine traditions of this Academy. Oh, and do let me have my ReadyRub back when you are finished with it.

Buthy (without an ‘e’)

[Uncle_Ed]

Slothlands Academy for Girls
The Old School House
Birchingem

Headmaster: Edmund Master P(erve) Hons.

MEMO TO: MR. A.SQUIFFINGON-SMYTHE

RE: ACADEMY PLAY.

Thank you for your memo with your ideas surrounding the end of term play. I note with satisfaction the extremely perverted nature of your suggestions. (You did go to private school obviously)

I will leave the final choice up to you. Just as long that there are a lot of girls dressing up and parading themselves, frankly I don’t give a Sloth’s left bollock.

Incidentally, are you prepared to run the Friday film club? I’ve seen in your study and you appear to be a real film buff. At least, I’ve seen you watching your films in the buff. My personal favourite is “Bandy Mandy and the Randy Handyman spank Sandy and Candy” A little-known classic.

Ed Master.

[Uncle_Ed]

LESSON ONE-CLASS-ONE

The door closes behind Ed as he walks into the first ever Slothlands class. He stands at his desk and surveys the four hopeful young faces before him. Ed shuts his magazine and looks up at the class.

"Girls" He says. Ed is nothing if not observant.

"Girls, we are going to start the class with you pairing up. I want you to learn all you can about your partner and then tell the rest of us about them. No detail is too sordid and filth will earn you both extra points."

Ed reaches under his desk and starts his recorder...

Girls; please carry out your task.

[chattel69]

Stand up from her desk, raises her hand, Sir Ed... I would like to pair up with jennyfer, Sir

[jennyfer]

Oh course I'm happy to pair up with Chattel Sir, but I'm worried I might scar her for life ;)

[cariad]

LESSON ONE-CLASS-ONE

cariad winks at minxy and they agree to go out of the class to undertake their task….


cariad(CC): well minxy - come on - I need six things about you nobody else knows
cariad(CC): swap you one for one!
suchaminx: SEX things
suchaminx: whoops sorry my hearing is bad
cariad(CC): well......it is for Ed Master - sooooo I errrrr guess so!
suchaminx: I have had duplicate keys made for Ted's car so I can drive into town at night
cariad(CC): you didn't????
cariad(CC): have you done so?
cariad(CC): where did you go?
suchaminx: I went to the chocolate shop and met up with this guy
suchaminx: who was really into BDSM
cariad(CC): oh wow!
suchaminx: but instead of candle wax
cariad(CC): chocolate AND BDSM – WOW!
suchaminx: he uses hot chocolate!!
cariad(CC): dripped over you?
suchaminx: yep and I mean ALL over
cariad(CC): so he made moulds of your tits which chocolate?
suchaminx: giggles yep
suchaminx: want to see?
cariad(CC): oh yeeeeeeeeeees!
cariad(CC) eyes open wide
suchaminx goes into this GREAT big box
suchaminx calls cariad over..................fancy a bite?
cariad(CC) looks at minx's tits
suchaminx swells with pride
cariad(CC) carefully takes the two moulds from the HUGE box and holds them against minxy
suchaminx: see they are really mine!!
cariad(CC): love the use of strategically placed brown chocolate
cariad(CC): can I try them on?
suchaminx: He is such a clever man
suchaminx: of course you can, always happy to share
cariad(CC): do you think he would make a pair?
cariad(CC) undoes the third button of her blouse and sticks chest out
suchaminx: I guess he probably would
cariad(CC): did you have to pay for them?
suchaminx: he loves handling new things
suchaminx: of course I paid for them
cariad(CC) gives a happy wiggle
suchaminx: I think he enjoyed it as much as me
suchaminx: paying that is
cariad(CC): come on.....tell all..........
suchaminx: after all he had to make sure my nipples stayed hard for quite a while
cariad(CC) giggles
cariad(CC): details girl - details!
suchaminx: Ok ice cubes!
suchaminx: but they were in his mouth
cariad(CC): yes........
suchaminx: so he had to suck my nipples...
suchaminx: and whilst he was
cariad(CC): whilst he was.......
suchaminx: my hands were wondering how much chocolate I would need to make a mould of his............
cariad(CC): ohhhh minxy
cariad(CC): did he have strong muscular dominant hands?
suchaminx: cariad(CC): OH yes, lots of massage
cariad(CC): ones to make you melt as he massaged you?
suchaminx: cariad(CC): believe me it wasn't only the chocolate melting!
cariad(CC) sits down and drools at the prospect of having her moulds made
suchaminx so come on then what about you?
cariad(CC): well..... you know when we arrived here
cariad(CC): and you were being errrrrrr - looked after
suchaminx: Yes
suchaminx: I remember
suchaminx drifting away remembering.................
cariad(CC): and Ed Master was otherwise occupied with Fanny
cariad(CC): well I went exploring in the senior common room
suchaminx: Ohhhhhhhhhhh do tell
cariad(CC) grabs minxy’s hand and leads her along the corridors
cariad(CC): well...................... you see those great oak cupboards
cariad(CC): the ones labelled 'study aids'
suchaminx: full of books right?
cariad(CC): well.....there are a few photographic books
cariad(CC): have been there quite a while by the looks of them
cariad(CC): some are nearly falling apart
suchaminx: Is there a Camera too?
cariad(CC): camera AND lenses And photo albums
cariad(CC): Look - a new album for each term
suchaminx flicks through the books looking for pictures of Ed and his fanny
cariad(CC): most of the pictures seem to be taken during school trips or sports day
suchaminx: school trips? where too?
cariad(CC): London Dungeon and the Tower
cariad(CC): look at these pictures of girls in those heavy old chains
cariad(CC): and this one of a girl stretched out on a rack
cariad(CC): and look!
suchaminx: looks at the photo---------------------------that looks like Fanny!
cariad(CC) giggles – in an iron maiden and wearing latex AGAIN!
suchaminx giggles
suchaminx: ON that point have you seen the wardrobe in the Sick Bay? Its full of all sorts...........
cariad(CC): no - do tell!
cariad(CC): or better still - show me!
cariad(CC): is years since I have played dressing up!
suchaminx grabs cariad by the hand and they run downstairs to find the sickbay
cariad(CC) carefully opens the door, checking Ed Master's fanny is not around
suchaminx: Did you ever see a Nurse wear something like that???
cariad(CC): go on - dare you - put it on!
suchaminx can't resist a dare
suchaminx hurridly strips
suchaminx: cariad you need to help me with this
suchaminx: latex is really hard to get on
cariad(CC): try putting this power in it first
suchaminx: aw thanks cariad you are a real pal
suchaminx struggles
cariad(CC): grins and blushes - was shown by a teacher at my old school
suchaminx: after much wiggling of bum, hips and tits finally its on
cariad(CC): eeeeeek - breathe in
suchaminx breathes in, pushes chest out
cariad(CC) notices how the outfit keeps minx's chest in position
suchaminx looks in the mirror
suchaminx: cariad does my bum look big in this?
cariad(CC) adjusts the latex frills on minx's panties
cariad(CC): wiggle it
suchaminx wiggles her bum and her tits wiggle too , almost but not quite falling out
cariad(CC) playfully slaps minx's bum
cariad(CC): okay then - lets see what I can try on
suchaminx rummages
suchaminx: how about this one cariad?
cariad(CC) watches as latex flies everywhere
cariad(CC): ohhhhhh - go on!
suchaminx pull out a mass of black latex
cariad(CC) strips off and watches as minx sprinkles powder into the legs
suchaminx hands the suit to cariad
cariad(CC) sits on a desk and struggles to get her legs in
suchaminx kneels down beside cariad and helps
cariad(CC): easing each wrinkle up and out
cariad(CC): thanks minxy
cariad(CC): hey look at this zip here!
suchaminx: thats ok cariad are you sure that zip should be there or do we need to pull the suit up a bit more
cariad(CC): errrrrrrr - I think - oh no
cariad(CC): I can see just where that zip is going to be!
suchaminx: mmmmmmm, me too
suchaminx: best place for a zip if you ask me
cariad(CC) stands up and pulls the suit on up to waist level
suchaminx: lean forward and drop your tits into it
cariad(CC) struggles with arms
cariad(CC): oh yes!
suchaminx helps again and hears cariad yelp
cariad(CC): okay - do it up!
cariad(CC): but be CAREFUL!
suchaminx tugs at the back
cariad(CC) breathes in and in and in
suchaminx: yahhhhhhh done it
cariad(CC): hey - there are two more of those zips at the front!
suchaminx: shall I unzip them?
cariad(CC) poses in front of the mirror
cariad(CC): grins - go on then!
suchaminx stands behind cariad giggling as she reaches round to undo the zips
suchaminx: SHUSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH bugger someones's coming.................and its not me :(



:cae7gler:

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed needed some hand cream for his ...hands so walked through the school to the sick bay. As he approached he could hear rustling noises that he couldn't quite identify.

Standing outside the room he listened intently and could hear also girly giggles. Quietly he took hold of the door handle and opened the door. There inside were two girls. One was dressed as a nurse and one was just examing a suit she had squeezed into. Ed's eyes popped as he realised the girls had discovered the latex store cupboard.

The girls spun round and their mouths opened in shocked surprise. Ed could see that they were cariad and suchaminx transformed into "the shiny twins"!

Ed drew himself up to his full height and glared at the two startled girls before him.

"Stand up straight in front of me" he snapped. The girls sprang up, their outfits making interesting noises as they did so. They stood in front of him, giggling uncontrollably and looking cute.

Ed was lost for words, for a moment. Then he said quietly but with great menace.."To the sports hall by the pool-I have some ideas.."


OK. Who's going to carry this on?

[cariad]

Dear Sir Squiffingon-Smythe

I have heard rumours that you will be directing the end of term performance. I can think of nothing more thrilling than to be the bottom in your midsummer night’s dream.

Having recently proven my ability to make an ass of myself whilst in the latex cupboard, I feel that it is now time for me to progress to leather, and put myself into the hands of a fine upstanding member of staff such as yourself. Given the Academy’s uniform guidelines I propose that my bottom should be a leather clad ass, wearing thigh high leather boots, a leather mini skirt, silk shirt and a tight leather jacket and gloves. I appreciate that when I bend to go onto all fours I will creak, but if I was to attend your study before rehearsals perhaps you would consider rubbing organic cream into my costume to keep it supple.

As one of the animals in the play I understand that I will need to spend much of my time tethered by my collar and leash, and I undertake to be obedient to your commands at all times. I think you will find my dedication to playing second to none; this particular ass is experienced in receiving lines and is excited by the challenge of getting her tongue around something particularly hard.

Off to practice flute playing skills,
cariad

[Qmoq]

Tuesday 6th June

Ahh diary, I gave Miss Marie Gonzales a week to recover, wait until the coast was clear, then I tested her out, to see if my screwing of her had made her see sense. I don’t do things by halves, so I walked into her office, stood in front of her desk, unzipped my trousers, and pulled out my manhood. It was three-quarter strength when I stepped through the door. When I saw her wearing those glasses, it became much more proud.

She looked at it for a moment, then stood up. With a small grin which quickly changed to a purposeful pout, she stood up, raised an eyebrow, simultaneously put her left hand and left knee on the desk, and mounted it seductively. She crawled to me, and still on all fours, arched her back, and took me in her mouth.

“Good little slut,” I purred, as her lips made her way down me. She wiggled at this, and cupped my balls with her manicured hands. The feeling of soft French-cut fingernails on me was too much, I had to see more before I burst. I leaned over her, and tugged up the hem of her skirt. I was disappointed to see panties. I grabbed hold of them, and gave them a hard tug. She squeaked and writhed, but kept her mouth in place around me as I drew my hips in and out.

I picked up a pair of scissors from her desk, and neatly snipped them off. Her tongue was by now circling and tickling the base of my shaft, and I held her head gently in place as she bobbed up and down on me. I just couldn’t hold on any more, diary, I tried, but I came, mostly into her mouth, but a fair bit onto her face and glasses as I pushed her off me, her usefulness complete. I was careful not to stain her clothing – she would be teaching the girls in a few minutes, after all.

I still held the panties in my other hand, and it didn’t take long to decide what to do. “Open wide,” I said to her, as I wiped my cock clean with the rag, then rubbed it roughly over her face, before stuffing it deep into her mouth with two firm fingers. “All right, you can shut your mouth now, Marie.”

She did so, and seemed to be breathing heavily, the odour of my cream on her face must have been quite potent for the lass. Hey ho.

“Is your cunt wet, slut?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded.

“Then show it to me.”

She rolled off from her all-fours stance, and lay back on the desk, spreading her legs. With a wave of my hand, I indicated that I wanted to see more, and she duly placed finger and thumb on her labia, and tugged her pussy wide open. I just couldn’t resist, it looked so sweet there, diary. I know I’m supposed to be the bastard in the relationship, but if I see something that tasty, I am going to lick it. I did so, without a word, and from almost the first lap, Marie was rocking back and forth, grinding her pussy against my lips and teeth. I slid my tongue into her, smiling and gently holding her hands to pull her pussylips further apart. She lolled and roared, but every sound was masked by the cum-stained panties in her mouth.

“Mmnmnggcum?” she asked.

I broke off for a second. “Yes, Miss Gonzales, you may cum.”

“Mrmrmmmmmhfurhufr Hyouuuu!” she gurgled, as I sucked on her clit, scratching my teeth against it. I sensed a little squirt come out of her, and beamed. She was a squirter! How nice for her! How delightful for me. Ed will hear of this, I thought.

I stood up, and zipped myself up. Marie, poor thing, looked thoroughly dishevelled.

“Take those panties out your mouth.”

She did so, then thanked me. I cut her off quickly.

“You’d better get to class, hadn’t you?”

“Y-yes, Mr Stoat.”

“And you’re going to put those panties up your cunt, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mr Stoat.”

“During your breaktime, you’re going to take them out and put them back in your mouth, aren’t you, slut?”

“Yes.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I need to taste you,” she said, before adding with another eyebrow raise, “and because I kinda like the taste of myself. And there’ll be lots to taste. Caning the new girl will really make me squirt, y’know?”

Diary, I admit it. I could grow to like this girl.

[Uncle_Ed]

Headmasters Log.

Well! There's an interesting bit of gossip! Seems old Stoat has been getting to know the staff. I must say that I'm pleasantly surprised as I would never have put him down as the socialisng sort. Marie was very closed mouth about the whole thing when I saw her earlier on. In fact, I could swear that she had something in her mouth! She spoke most indistinctly and appeared to have been dribbling! I expect she has been to the dentist but didn't want to worry me-what a trooper! I must say old Stoat is lucky to have that one advancing on his front!

The girls seem to be settling in well and I'm expecting perhaps another late entrant! This one will truly be trouble.

The end of term play appears to be going down well and young cariad is shaping up as a right good bottom.

All is well, dear log, so I shall retire with Fanny. She's been in those latex drawers all day so will be dripping by now.

[Julie-Truly]

uhm ... ok .... I just need to organize my thoughts ... ok ... that didn't take long ... ok ... I would like to apply to get into Slothlands Academy, ok? I mean, I like already asked .. but they said it had to be in writing so ... ok ... here.

I think I would add a lot of good stuff to your school and some needed perversity ... no wait ... I mean ... diversity. I am currently 29 years old and have been for several years! I am also pretty darn sofisticated since I have not only lived in Los Angeles and New York, I was born in West Texas. Pretty Impressive, huh? Dam skippy it is! I have tons of class and I'm sure it would rub off on your other students and faculty (if you know what I mean - wink!).

I am already pretty darn educated from my years at the Texas State School for Wayward Girls (I escaped ... errr "graduated" a while back) but I figured ... hey, Julie ... what the f*ck ... expand your verizons, right? I mean, am I right or what? Dam skippy, I'm right!

Anyway ... I know I am starting a little late but I catch up fast! One of your own professors was so impressed with my intellijunce when we first met that he said I was as smart as a button! So I have that going for me.

Uhm .... I can speak English really good and am learning to speak British too so thats all cheerio, right? I don't know what sports you have there but if you have a football team, you will be happy to know that I am a former cheerleader and would be glad to help out on your squad! In fact ... I was HEAD cheerleader (if you get my drift? wink). uhm ... I hope you guys don't play soccer or badminton or like sissy sports?

I am 5'6", 120 pounds (or stones or whatever you guys call them), and a natural redhead (thanks to Clairol!). Everyone says I have a very sweet disposition (they better or I will ... kick ... their ... ass!). Oh and I am a jen-u-whine British Duchess too! The Duchess of Fabulous! My trailor ... I mean mobile castle ... is located at my estate in North South-East WorsteshireFlemingtonHampshire on Thames (its in the parking lot next to the Quiki-Mart - can't miss it!).

So anyways ... I am all ready to start .... just say the word! You won't be sorry!

Uhm ... but if there is any entrance exam or like that ... I have to tell you that I freeze up a bit and am not so good at writing ... but if I have to, I could take an oral exam and I bet I will get a f*cking A+++. And if all the teachers need to examine me, bring it on! I am a 24 hours a day girl ... and a lady to boot!

Respectfully and Demurely Yours,
Julie-Truly

P.S. sorry about wrapping this around a brick and throwing it through your window but I don't have any British stamps and your damn security wouldn't let me deliver it personally. Seemed to think I was selling something! And what the heck is a "slag"?

[Uncle_Ed]

uhm ... ok .... I just need to organize my thoughts ... ok ... that didn't take long ... ok ... I would like to apply to get into Slothlands Academy, ok? I mean, I like already asked .. but they said it had to be in writing so ... ok ... here.

I think I would add a lot of good stuff to your school and some needed perversity ... no wait ... I mean ... diversity. I am currently 29 years old and have been for several years! I am also pretty darn sofisticated since I have not only lived in Los Angeles and New York, I was born in West Texas. Pretty Impressive, huh? Dam skippy it is! I have tons of class and I'm sure it would rub off on your other students and faculty (if you know what I mean - wink!).

I am already pretty darn educated from my years at the Texas State School for Wayward Girls (I escaped ... errr "graduated" a while back) but I figured ... hey, Julie ... what the f*ck ... expand your verizons, right? I mean, am I right or what? Dam skippy, I'm right!

Anyway ... I know I am starting a little late but I catch up fast! One of your own professors was so impressed with my intellijunce when we first met that he said I was as smart as a button! So I have that going for me.

Uhm .... I can speak English really good and am learning to speak British too so thats all cheerio, right? I don't know what sports you have there but if you have a football team, you will be happy to know that I am a former cheerleader and would be glad to help out on your squad! In fact ... I was HEAD cheerleader (if you get my drift? wink). uhm ... I hope you guys don't play soccer or badminton or like sissy sports?

I am 5'6", 120 pounds (or stones or whatever you guys call them), and a natural redhead (thanks to Clairol!). Everyone says I have a very sweet disposition (they better or I will ... kick ... their ... ass!). Oh and I am a jen-u-whine British Duchess too! The Duchess of Fabulous! My trailor ... I mean mobile castle ... is located at my estate in North South-East WorsteshireFlemingtonHampshire on Thames (its in the parking lot next to the Quiki-Mart - can't miss it!).

So anyways ... I am all ready to start .... just say the word! You won't be sorry!

Uhm ... but if there is any entrance exam or like that ... I have to tell you that I freeze up a bit and am not so good at writing ... but if I have to, I could take an oral exam and I bet I will get a f*cking A+++. And if all the teachers need to examine me, bring it on! I am a 24 hours a day girl ... and a lady to boot!

Respectfully and Demurely Yours,
Julie-Truly

ACCEPTED-CONDITIONALLY. THIS STUDENT NEEDS TO PAY CASH.

[Uncle_Ed]

Slothlands Academy for Girls
The Old School House
Birchingem

Headmaster: Edmund Master P(erve) Hons.

MEMO: TO ALL GIRLS


As a small start of term incentive, I have decided to hold a little competition.

Slothlands, our proud academic institution, needs a motto.Something informal and apart from our BDSM on our crest. So the competition is for you to think of one.

I know I can rely on your good sense and taste to come with something entirely tasteless, insulting and unsuitable.

The prize will be 2 hours behind the bike shed with Arbuthnot or Stoat.

Or I may consider a years' supply of white chocolate.

Get those brains to work!

ED MASTER

[Julie-Truly]

... I was giving it some thought ... while I was painting my toenails ... and trying to balance my checkbook (there's always more checks than money) ... and driving to work ... so I turned on the radio ... and I think I got a good idea!

Preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesenting .... the new Slothlands Academy for Girls School Motto ...

"Don'cha wish your girlfriend was a FREAK like me ... don'cha?"

sooooooooooooooooooo ... do I win? Do I? Do I Do I?

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed's Log.

Why oh why did I do it? Must be the money...

That loud American voice! So not English...Oh my God; now I'm sounding like John Cleese in a particularly bad episode of "Friends"! (And lets face it-was there ever a good one?)

*Note to self* Put cash in bank and order some more LARGE ball-gags.

Now, where's old Frump got to? Haven't seen her since we put those sides of beef into the freezer yesterday. Wait a minute-did I...Is she..?

DID HE? IS SHE? WILL YOU CARRY THIS ON?

[suchaminx]

Got to thinking about a motto and thought maybe a picture or two which could be seen as representative of Slothlands Sexy Sirens would be better,


:whip2: :638:

P.S. Ed Master - also means I don't have to type any long words.........

[Qmoq]

A motto you say? That's easy. "Carpe arse".

Roughly translated, it means "Seize the... ummm... arse."

Q

[Uncle_Ed]

Thanks Q!

I'll alter it for eric and Petunia, if you don't mind: "Haddock arse"!

[Uncle_Ed]

P.S. Ed Master - also means I don't have to type any long words.........

Here are some short words for you; bend; pants down; touch toes; brace...

;pout; :14: :crawlgirl

These look a little more suitable...

[jennyfer]

as a motto for the school i'm unsure- but as a personal motto for the head I'd like to suggest 'Caudex est, et semper ebrium' roughly translating to 'he's a git and he's always drunk'

[jennyfer]

Well with regard to my assignment regarding learning more about Chattel.... well don't tell anyone, but i found out she has a naughty school girl fantasy! No wonder she signed up here Ed Master! Watch out, I bet she'll be bending over the punishment chair before you can say 'six of the best!'

[amethyst]

.

[cariad]

My entry for the school motto competition is

Semper prarparo, semper cupidus, semper bonus.

Which if my latin has served me correctly is "Always ready, always eager, always good", although I await possible correction by Mr Squiffingon-Smythe.




:cheerlead

[cariad]

:wow_nbs: Dear Headmaster,

To celebrate the occasion of my 150th post, please may we have a dorm midnight party.

Minxy is willing to collect supplies of alchol, including crates of JD, from one of the off licenses in Birchingem when she is sober enough to drive Ted's car again.

All members of staff will of course be welcome to join us.

In excited anticipation
cariad





:elvis: Dr Edmund Master P(erve) at dorm party?

[chattel69]

I'm not much of student... I haven't been able to learn much about Jennyfer or have I completed any other assignments...

[Uncle_Ed]

.

Ah! A disguise. Well,it won't work. I know who you are...

[Uncle_Ed]

My entry for the school motto competition is

Semper prarparo, semper cupidus, semper bonus.

Which if my latin has served me correctly is "Always ready, always eager, always good", although I await possible correction by Mr Squiffingon-Smythe.






squiffy will be alerted...

[Uncle_Ed]

:wow_nbs: Dear Headmaster,

To celebrate the occasion of my 150th post, please may we have a dorm midnight party.

Minxy is willing to collect supplies of alchol, including crates of JD, from one of the off licenses in Birchingem when she is sober enough to drive Ted's car again.

All members of staff will of course be welcome to join us.

In excited anticipation
cariad







Well done cariad!

Midnight too late-you have work to do in the morning! 9:30 OK in chatroom slothlands?

Girls may be excused school uniform.

You may wear other uniforms, though.

[Uncle_Ed]

I'm not much of student... I haven't been able to learn much about Jennyfer or have I completed any other assignments...

This is intolerable!

I shall see you at the dorm party, when this will be discussed.

[suchaminx]

:woohoo: ;che ;che :popc1:

Supplies obtained cariad!!

Did you miss me last night, crept out whilst you were sleeping (at least I am sure that noise you were making was snoring or were you practicing your latin with the But Not guy?)

See you later...............:kiss:

[maddie]

Tuesday, June 12:

It's been nearly a week since the caretaker's last visit. I've been keeping my eye on him. He's been watching the students a little too closely, if you know what I mean. Any of those little vixens get too close to him, and they'll be finding out about the ropes we don't use for climbing purposes pretty quickly.

That reminds me. Must remember to assign that biography of the Marquis de Sade for the General Studies class. I'm sure the girls will get some useful lessons from it.

I must say, for a new school, Slothlands is quite well-equipped. Much better than the last school I taught at. Of course, it'd be hard for it not to be better than that dump. All that headmaster did was watch the video from the cameras all over the school and play with himself. Where's the fun in that for the rest of us?

The only disagreeable thing so far is that nobody can make a decent margarita to save their life around here. I've taken care of that, though. I ordered a margarita machine and it should be delivered, along with a case of my favorite tequila, later this week.

And the best thing about that is that it means Mr. Stoat will have to come to my quarters and set it up. I can hardly wait.

[Qmoq]

Ed, Ted Stoat here, I've got your memo about the margarita kit. I've got the salt and the tequila, all I need now is the sick bucket and the morning-after pills.

Anyway, that's not why I'm writing. I found some graffiti in the girls' bathroom. Probably best if you don't know what I was doing in there.

Uncle Ed, he grabbed hold of a minx
T'was because she was up to hi jinx
She bent over his knee
And when spanked, he could see
The various cute shades of bright pinks

Ca-ri-ad was courted by Ed
She rebuffed him, so he pouted, and said
That he liked her behind
And he fancied her mind
So he said "Possibly head instead?"

Exhausted, he looked at young Julie,
With a rep that was fun but unruly
She took him in hand
And squeezed on his gland
Saying "no spanks from you for yours truly."

"Look at that arse of Seababy's"
Said Ed, with no ifs, buts, nor maybes
Caning it would be cruel
But it would make him drool
Like he had a fresh bout of bad rabies

Then he looked at the newcomer, Chattel
To discipline her was a battle
He needed more skills
So took those blue pills
Till his insides, they started to rattle

Finally, he came to young jenny
Whose charms were cute, clear and so many
He wanted a share
Of her damp underwear
But she blushed and said "I don't wear any!"

Cheers,

Ted Stoat

[cariad]

Fanny: I found this recipe, and wondered if you thought it was suitable for serving at parent’s evening.


Chilled Tarte Duchess. An elegant edible centre piece.

It is essential to prepare your Duchess carefully since you never know where they have been. They are known for being headstrong and full of self importance, and sometimes even object to being the centre of a tart, so it is recommended that having selected your Duchess you take her out side and firmly secure her in a vertical spread eagled position. Inspect your Duchess carefully, first pluck any body hair from her, and then scrub her thoroughly and hose her down. Leave to dry.

You will need a pie dish with a diameter approximately the same as the Duchess’ arse to neck measurement. Line the pie dish with a thick layer of marzipan and put one side.

Check your Duchess is clean and dry – you may wish to repeat the plucking, scrubbing and hosing process a number of times until you are satisfied; but do make sure she dries out completely each time.

Find a suitable man to carry the prepared Duchess in the kitchen and place her on the kitchen table. Place a four ringed wide leather collar around the Duchess’ neck and fasten her wrists to this so her fingers are behind her neck. Next attach cuffs to her ankles and attach ropes between her ankles and collar so that her legs are vertical. In most cases it will also be necessary to gag your Duchess to stop her complaining.

You will again need assistance at this point with placing your Duchess into the prepared marzipan shell. Her neck should be resting on the edge of the pie dish, with her head tipped backwards.

Take a large brush and paint the Duchess with a thick layer of molten chocolate, taking particular care to ensure that all crevices are well covered. Place pie dish, with duchess in large fridge to chill.

To serve: Fill the surrounding space around the Duchess with fresh fruit sprinkled with liqueur. It is recommended that guests serve themselves.

[maddie]

Your Headmasterlyness:

I feel compelled to inform you that the girls have, once again, been using the ropes for climbing purposes again. I had hoped that you would impress upon them the importance of using ropes for their specified purposes only.

I expect that this will not continue to be a problem.

M. Gonzlaes



Mr. Stoat:

As you know, I have an excellent view of the school grounds from my office. Therefore, I am well aware that my margarita machine and tequila were delivered, received by you personally, two days ago. And yet there is still no margarita machine and still no tequila in my office. I expect that this situation will soon be remedied.

According to the manufacturer, it should take no more than 15 minutes to install the margarita machine. If you would kindly inform me of when you expect to be able to perform the installation, I will be sure to clear my calendar for at least an hour, more, if you request. In addition, I will be certain to wear that black lace thong you expressed an interest in the other day.


M. Gonzales

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear Log

Things appear to be settling in well at Slothlands. The staff are getting to know one another's funny little ways and the girls are investigating one another too! I'm so glad I decided to have Ted install the night vision cameras in the dorm!

I must speak to all the girls about mis-use of school equipment. Marie says the ropes are being used for climbing! What sort of a use is that?

Fanny is delighted with the new receipe and says she will try it out. Apparently I have to help by singing with her as we work. Something about harmonising? I could have mis-heard though.

Ted is weaving more than ever around the grounds on the tractor. I've told him so many times not to drink and drive! It's so irresponsible! He spills a lot of good booze. *Note to self* Order more tequila.

[cariad]

Note to fellow pupils, written on exercise book paper and delivered across classroom in traditional aerodynamic manner.

As of tonight our pervey headmaster has installed nightvision cameras in the Dom (whoops Dorm).

Suggested action: push all beds together and stitch duvets together.

Dorm gatherings can then continue undercover. Lovers of white chocolate to sleep on the wight, lovers of other things on the left.

anon

;che

[suchaminx]

Hello, fellow co-conspirator escapee person called Cariad...

Everything’s ready! We tunnel tonight! It’s finished, like at the end of the Shawshank Redemption, or that other film about those prisoners of war who make an escape that was great. I forget what it was called.

As planned, the tunnel begins in a place where no-one will ever look – Julie’s underwear drawer. Well, she never looks there, anyway. Truly. I cleared away the cobwebs and started digging a few days ago. Thanks for lending me the hand-held, multi-speed drill, and I’ll promise not to tell anyone about those special drill-bits that you use.

And all those bedposts you found came in handy to support the tunnel. Good idea of yours to look at the back of Ted’s shed. (What were you doing there anyway? You weren’t after his stash of Educational Films, were you?) Do you think it’s true that he keeps a bedpost from each girl he catches being naughty? Because I saw about two dozen of Seababy’s in there. I couldn’t use some of them, because of all the notches and carvings and sawn-off handcuffs that were on them. Health and safety, y’know?

I just hope the tunnel ends up in the right place. We will have fun in the Pervington Boys’ School. We must do! It’s where the headmaster learned everything he knows.

Cariad, have you brought the goodies? I’ve got some whipped cream, but you were going to get everything else, weren’t you? So, have you packed the clothes pegs, spatulas, teabags, some of Fanny’s juiciest tarts, embrocation, cock rings, coat hangers, ring doughnuts for hoop-la, pencils and pencil sharpeners, white chocolate cornettos, and twenty feet of sturdy chain borrowed from Chattel. You must have a big satchel.

So all we need now is the diversion. It’s Ted’s birthday, so we could give the old pervert a surprise party. You can ask Miss Gonzales if you can borrow her margarita kit, but put on that cute face she likes, she’ll never say no. If she says no, then just tell her you know all about her and Ted, and the school newsletter is out soon, and it’s going to have pictures and everything. Giggles.

I reckon we should lace the margaritas with El Diablo industrial-strength tequila. It’s a simple plan, but fiendish, and the other girls will enjoy themselves too. Just tell Jennyfer not to smoke within twenty yards of the party unless she wants a new way of shaping her eyebrows.

So, assuming you don’t drink too much El Diablo, or get tied up in the inevitable orgy, we should be at the boys’ dorm by midnight. Don’t forget your batteries, we’ll need two sets each, one for the miner’s lamps we’re going to wear. I can’t wait to shine my torch to have a look inside a boys’ darkened chambers. I’m so excited I think I need to go and change!

Suchaminx x

[maddie]

"Can you borrow my what?"

"My margarita machine's not very portable."

"Well, sure. It does make large batches you could put in pitchers."

"You're all of legal drinking age, so I guess you can have a few pitchers of margaritas, but I don't have any pitchers with lids. Why on earth would you need lids?"

"Oh, I see."

"Is that so? Well, goodness, girl. There's no need to sound so threatening. I didn't plan on saying 'no'."

"You know, there's a much easier way to get to the boys' school. I *do* have a car, you know."

[maddie]

Ladies, and I use that term lightly:

Your assignment is simple. Create a list of five public figures you would like to have you tie you up and have their way with you and five you wouldn't let come anywhere near you. Write a brief paragraph for each discussing why you've made that selection.

"Duh, because he's totally hot" is not a satisfactory answer.

The five you choose who can't come near you must be people who are actually considered attractive by other people.

[Qmoq]

Arrr. Ted Stoat here, putting his homework in.

5 women I'd like to tie me up. Yum.
1. Angelina Jolie, because she's filthy and perverted and would give me a session I'd never forget.
2. Drew Barrymore, who has the sultriest grin of all the Hollywood stars, and could leave all sorts of lipstick traces over my body. Yum.
3. Portia De Rossi, when she joined the cast of Ally McBeal, before she became really thin. Yum. I'd love her to smother me with her delectable breasts, plus the bonus factor that she's a lesbian might give old Ted some severe cane marks.
4. Kelly Brook, though I doubt she'd be as dirty as the other girls.
5. Lindsay Lohan, who the press want to portray as a loonie, but I reckon she's very sweet. If nothing else, she could be trusted to untie me at the end of the night.

Bubbling under:
Eliza Dushku, Salma Hayek, Shannon Elizabeth, Scarlett Johannsen

5 "pretty" women I'd never let near me:
1. Kate Moss, who does nothing for me. Don't know if you saw that White Stripes video where she was a lapdancer - she was hopeless! No sensual hip movement at all.
2. Lucy Liu. I'm not sure whether she's actually bonkers or not, but she looks it.
3. Mariah Carey. Because she is bonkers.
4. Halle Berry, because she doesn't look as though she'd have a sense of humour. If I were tied up there, she'd have to have one. Oops.
5. Avril Levigne, because she'd snap.

Q/Ted xx

[Uncle_Ed]

This school needs a cat. I'd offer myself but I already have a home.

[Qmoq]

The morning after, when his head felt like there was a steel band laying a tribute to Led Zeppelin in an echo chamber, Ted would blame Miss Gonzales. It was her fault. That witch, that scarlet senorita, that svelte young angel with horns hidden in the mop of delectable black hair that cascaded down to her shoulders, it was due to her. Filled with rage, he still sighed that he adored her shoulders, the shade of her light brown skin and the contrast with any clothes she wore. Ted stretched out a yawn, rolled onto his back, winced, and let his mind return to what he could remember of the previous night.

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The headmaster had asked him to bring Miss Gonzales a margarita-making kit. Being a man of simple tastes, Ted had never made any drink more complicated than a pint of Guinness with a straw, so he had to ask some of the students how to construct this so-called margarita.

"You need salt and lime," said Jennyfer.

"And some Triple Sec," added Julie-Truly.

"Don't forget the tequila," smiled Suchaminx.

"And you'll need some fresh ginger, clean glasses, preferably two, and a cocktail shaker," said Chattel, putting unnecessary emphasis on the ‘cock’ of cocktail. “But you can use a blender.”

"And you’ll need some Aslutsay," grinned Seababy.

"What's Aslutsay?" Ted asked.

"She says 'Hi Mr Stoat, can I have a margarita, please?'" blushed Cariad, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Damned girls, thought Ted. He almost wore his hand out giving Cariad a spanking after that one, a public one, knickers down around her ankles while the other girls watched on enviously.

Then it was off to the shops to pick up the ingredients. As the rather cute checkout girl smiled at him in a very obedient way, he reflected that it was strange how the spankings don't seem to make the girls any better behaved. He wondered aloud how often the checkout girl got spanked, who merely blushed and giggled nervously as she dropped his change on the floor.

Such a girl always put a spring in Ted’s step, and it was a cheery, happy, horny Ted that knocked on Miss Gonzales' door, confidently walking in without waiting for an answer. She was practicing her backhand, and an old red blazer on a coatstand was getting a thorough caning. Ted avoided being prodded by her backswing, and told her to sit down. She did so, a light flush appearing in her cheeks.

She was wearing her usual crisp white blouse, a knee-length black skirt that had a dangerous slash down the side, and bare legs down to a pair of calf-length black boots. Ted approved. He had not seen her with those boots before, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. The way her soft brown skin contrasted with the white blouse was astonishing, and he almost grabbed hold of her hair there and then for a deep and rough forced blowjob. Fortunately, Ted was a man who was able to control himself.

"You appear to be drooling," cooed Miss Gonzales. "You must be looking forward to these margaritas."

"Something like that," Ted replied.

"You got everything you need?" she oozed.

"I have everything you could possibly desire," smiled Ted, who then turned away from her. He didn't want to get into an innuendo-war, because the more time he spent exchanging double-entendres, the less time she would be sucking his cock. He pulled a three-pound bag of salt from the bag and banged it on her desk.

"Umm. You just need a touch of salt around the rim of the glass, Mr Stoat," she said with a grin that turned into a smile, which mutated into a guffaw. "We're adding a dash of flavour to a small shot-glass drink, not gritting the nearest motorway."

Ted scowled at her, knowing that he would get his revenge.

"Take off your blouse and get on all fours on the desk," he said quietly.

"Why?" she said defiantly, already reaching for the first button automatically before stopping herself.

"I want to test the tequila."

Strangely, although this was quite true, it seemed to satisfy Miss Gonzales, so she removed her blouse without taking her eyes away from his, and then crawled up onto her desk. He placed a hand in the small of her back, and she arched obediently. She seemed to have a fondness for black this day – her bra was shiny black PVC, matching her boots. A delicate squeak from underneath her skirt seemed to suggest that she was wearing similar panties.

"Stay like that. Don't move."

"Yes, Mister Stoat," she replied.

He pulled out the tequila from the bag, unscrewed the top, and poured a little into the hollow of her back. She hummed appreciatively, but did not move. He leaned in, and lapped the strong tequila like a thirsty dog, getting a delicate aftertaste that was purely Miss Gonzales.

"Any good?" she asked rhetorically, as he sucked some of the stickiness from her skin, a hand resting on her backside.

"You can put your blouse back on," he declared. "This tequila is dashed good stuff."

Miss Gonzales undraped herself from the desk to stand with her chest three inches away from Ted’s, but made no sign that she was going to put any clothes back on. In fact, to Ted’s surprise, she reached into the waistband of her skirt, and removed it with a flourish, hurling it to the corner of the room as she looked deep into his eyes. Ted looked over at it, as it hit the coatstand and toppled it over with a smash.

“You… er… knocked over the coatstand there,” he said weakly. There was something about the woman that was different. She held up a single finger to her lips, looking at him as he stared at the fingertip, and then she bent the finger as if to point at the chair.

Without realizing what he was doing, Ted instinctively sat down. He looked up at Miss Gonzales, taking in the beauty of her posture. She stood bolt upright, but not in a ‘standing to attention’ way, this was more like a ‘making sure you know I’m confident’ way. The outfit helped the impression. Ted took several deep breaths as his eyes drifted over the tight black bra that pushed up her breasts, matched by a pair of discreet panties, normal and practical except for the material. The PVC reflected harsh light at him, making Miss Gonzales seem even more imposing.

Finally, for the first time in minutes, she spoke. “I never drink a margarita fully clothed,” she purred.

Ted found words from his dry throat. “I-I’ll follow that tradition,” he said. “I’ll never drink a margarita while you’re fully clothed. This I vow.”

Miss Gonzales broke into a smirk. “You’re a funny man, Ted. You will be fun tonight.”

She turned, and felt his eyes watch her pert bottom as she strode over to his bag. She pulled out everything else he had bought – the Triple Sec, the lime, the blender, the glasses, and paused for a second before taking out the ginger. She smiled to herself.

Ted watched as Miss Gonzales dutifully made the margarita, slicing the lime while her brow furrowed cutely in concentration, before running a slice around the rim of each glass, as though she was softly running a finger around her lips. Next, she sprinkled some salt onto a leather folder, and forced the glasses onto it, face down.

“You need to make sure you have a salty rim,” she winked, pouring generous measures of the spirits into the blender, before turning it on for five (not four, not six) carefully counted seconds.

She took the cocktail to the edge of the desk, sitting down on the desk before pouring a measure of the mixture into each glass.

“Bottoms up,” she said, after handing Ted a glass.

Then it happened. Ted took a sip of his margarita, and without a moment’s pause, Miss Gonzales picked up her ruler and rapped him hard on the knuckles.

“Do not sip a margarita!” she glared.

“N-no,” replied Ted, downing his drink in one. His heart fluttered, he felt nervous, but the margarita was delicious. “P-please, Miss Gonzales, may I have another?”

Miss Gonzales downed her own drink, took Ted’s empty glass, and then swiftly poured two more shots. “Of course you may,” she cooed. She looked down at him as he emptied the next glass, and the one after that.

“My my, you’re a thirsty one tonight,” she told him after his eighth shot in as many minutes. “Good job you weren’t planning on getting erect tonight.”

In his half-drunken haze, Ted blinked at her, before getting her into focus, smiling weakly as he saw the light in her eyes. “I can get erect, if I have to.”

Miss Gonzales slipped off the desk, and picked up her cane. “Then do it.”

Ted liked a challenge, so got to his feet, unzipped his trousers, and took out a rather impressive half-erect penis. Miss Gonzales’ eyes widened as she looked at his hand grasp it, and begin to rub up and down the shaft.

“Strip off, Tedward, I want to see you naked.”

“I can’t, not with my hands full, can I?”

Miss Gonzales had a novel solution. She stepped in front of him, and cupped his testicles with her left hand, her French-cut fingernails tickling the soft skin. Her right hand peeled Ted’s fingers away from his manhood, and replaced them, gently moving up and down.

Ted shrugged, oblivious to the power she had, and began to unbutton his shirt, kicking off his shoes at the same time. She dug a thumbnail gently into the top of his cock, and the nails of her first and second fingers pushed into the underside. Ted gasped, and quickly unbuttoned his slacks, pushing them down as the pressure – and his firmness – increased.

“Okay,” he snapped when fully undressed. “I can take over now.”

“Hands on your head,” she said, with a firmness in her voice that he had never heard from her before. His hands duly snapped to the top of his head, interlacing the fingers.

“What now?” he asked.

She took her hands away from him, put her hands behind her own back, and kissed him tenderly on the chest, planting her lips on the rough shag-pile of chest-hair, before finding a nipple. Ted purred, his eyes closing, his cock now fully hard, the margaritas relaxing him.

And then she bit him.

“Yooooow!” he yelped, starting to step back before realizing she wasn’t going to let go. Her teeth clenched harder on his left nipple, she twisted her head to look up at him, and smiled malevolently. Only when his hands left his head did the smile stop.

“Ngeep nose nhands nere,” she snarled.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” replied Ted, putting his hands back on his head.

Satisfied she was fully in control – and more importantly, that Ted knew it too – she released her grip on him and stepped away from him. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, took a deep breath, and said quietly. “Keep your hands on your head. Place your cock on the desk.”

Ted bowed his head, and shuffled forwards. The desk was the perfect height for him, and there was no crouch or stretch as he placed his shaft flat on the desk. It curled up at the end, and he worried for a moment that this might be punished. He idly remembered the times that Miss Gonzales had placed her tender lips around the head, and wondered if this was the same woman before him now. He twitched at the memory.

WHACK!

“OWWWW!” grunted Ted, as he looked down in disbelief. Miss Gonzales had rapped the head of his cock hard with a two-foot ruler. “What was that for, you little cunt?”

WHACK!

“The first stroke,” explained Miss Gonzales, “was because your cock moved off the desk. The second was because this evening, I do not appreciate being called a ‘cunt’. And this…”

She brought the ruler down again, and Ted shuddered in anticipation… but the stroke did not hit him. Instead, it slapped the desk two inches in front of the sore head.

“… is because I’m an evil bitch. If you had a bigger cock, that would have hurt. Shame you got just a little tiddler, eh? But,” she sighed with a little disappointment in her voice, “you DID move your cock again.”

WHACK!

“NYAHHH!” yelped Ted.

“Take the pitcher of margaritas,” ordered Miss Gonzales, scraping her fingernails across Ted’s rear, “and pour us a glass each. Do not spill a drop, and keep your pathetic cock on the desk. Understand?”

“Yes,” gasped Ted.

THWACK!

Ted jerked forwards as he felt the full force of her cane hit him square on the buttocks. “AAAAAAGH!”

“Yes, what?” asked Miss Gonzales.

“Y-yes, MA’AM,” stressed Ted.

THWACK!

“No need to shout,” purred Miss Gonzales as a tear left the edge of Ted’s eye. She leaned forwards, licked it from his cheek, then stepped back and cocked her arm again. THWACK!

“P-please, no more,” Ted whimpered.

She picked up the ruler and whacked the tip of his cock again, pointing out that it moved again. It was harder and redder than Miss Gonzales had ever seen it.

“I-I… my cock always twitches when I want to cum,” explained Ted as he handed her a margarita, before downing his own.

“Then masturbate. But ask me when you want to cum.”

Ted nodded, and gingerly moved his left hand to grab his cock. He was tempted to reach out to Miss Gonzales, hovering well within stroking distance, but chose not to. It did not take long. “Please, ma’am, may I cum?”

“No. Hands on your head.”

His cock felt like it was about to burst, but she turned her back on him, and walked around to her desk.

“I NEED to cum,” he said, knowing she was out of reach.

“Hit yourself with the ruler,” she said.

“What?”

“I’m not walking around there. You definitely don’t want to get me angry. So hit your little cock with the ruler.”

Ted picked up the ruler, placed his cock back on the desk, and then WHAPPED himself as hard as he could. He knew it wasn’t hard enough, and didn’t even wait for Miss Gonzales to comment, before WHAM!

“Yooooow!” he yelped.

“Good. Now masturbate again. Do not cum.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

This went on for a few minutes, but Miss Gonzales kept herself busy. She talked to him, describing what she was doing.

“I don’t know where you got your information,” she began, “but ginger is not part of a margarita. I think you must have asked one of the girls about it. You should know never to trust a horny little slut. No, you may not cum. Hit yourself harder. [“Ooow!”] Don’t whimper, you weak-willed piece of shit. I suspect that the girls knew of something I quite like to do. What you do is carve a finger of ginger into the shape of a smooth plug. Make sure you leave a little handle at the bottom so you can pull it out. No, you may not cum. I’ve made two, because I love these little bastards.”

Miss Gonzales peeled down her PVC panties, ignoring Ted’s widening eyes as she pulled out a sturdy butt-plug. She took the smaller of the two sticks of ginger, and placed the head of it inside her, before pushing the rest of it in with the heel of her hand. She peeled up her panties again, and picked up the other stick, her eyes already widening with the rush as the ginger rubbed against her insides.

“Your turn,” she smiled, approaching Ted.

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Ted looked at the alarm clock. He had been trying to get back to sleep for two hours, but still couldn’t manage it. He had never had a hangover as bad as that, his whole body ached, but that was not what kept him awake. His mind raced with the thought of what he would do to her, next time he was in control.

[maddie]

Thursday, June 22:

Dear God, my head hurts. Where did he get that shameful excuse of tequila? At least it's some consolation, Stoat ought to be feeling much worse than I am right now.

Very small consolation.

Well, at the very least, last night should have served as an excellent lesson for the girls. It's doubtful that Stoat was aware of it, but the girls were all instructed to watch what happened last night as a lesson in how to take control. I can be quite good at it when I want to, but I'll have to let him do as he wants next time, so the poor man's fragile ego won't be too bruised.

Heh. Unlike certain other parts of him.

[Uncle_Ed]

From the desk of
Mr. Arbuthnot Squiffington-Smythe (with an ‘e’)
Teacher (With A Tawse)
Bachelor Of Naughtiness, Doctorate Advanced General Excellence

Dear Tiddles,

Thank you for your comments, which are entirely in-line with some thoughts that arose in my conversation with a pupil during an intense session of private training recently.

We were taking the opportunity of Midsummer Night to do some serious work on her Bottom in advance of a much-anticipated performance this summer. I (for 'twas I) said to cariad (for 'twas she) that the school could benefit (for 'tcould) from a well-trained pet, duly collared, who could unite the affections of staff and pupils. I further suggested that this pet could delight with her animal noises, at which point my pupil asked 'Do you mean me? ow!'

In any case, I shall forward your note to the Edmaster. I feel sure he is likely to offer you a visiting fellowship. We have never knowingly turned away an obliging pussy.

Yours etc.,

Buffy (without an 'e')

[Qmoq]

July 1st

Well, diary, I decided to take the bull by the horns, particularly after the unpleasantness of the previous week. I took Miss Gonzales out to a fancy schmantzy restaurant.

"L'Herpès de la Prostituée," it was called. Oh yes. They had napkins and everything. I wore a comfortable shirt and slacks – for slacks are always comfortable – and she wore her usual sparkling outfit. White blouse, starched to the point of rigidity, with the top four buttons undone. Beneath the waist, she wore an above knee-length skirt that showed off her lickable knees and sumptuous calves. On this day, she covered her legs with slutty fishnet stockings, snaking down to black toeless stilettos. She was, in a word, delectable. Just by walking in the door on my arm, she had made me the most envied man in the restaurant.

It seemed that she got the better of me last time, because she made the first move. For that reason, and that reason alone, I didn’t want to hang around this time. The eager, lucky waiter handed Miss Gonzales a menu, which I took from her before she could open it. "I'll be ordering for Miss Gonzales," I told him.

Miss Gonzales appeared to appreciate my opening gambit, and put her hands close together, flat on the table, thumbs touching, as if to give her consent her consent. I smiled at her, and turned to the waiter. "She will have the gazpacho soup. I would like the Chicken Marengo, please. She will have a white wine; I’ll have a pint of Guinness with a straw. Thank you."

"A wise choice, sir," said the waiter, and shimmered away.

"So what now, sir?" asked Miss Gonzales, biting her bottom lip. I leaned across the table, and took her little hands in mine. I placed them carefully, flat on the table, about a foot apart.

"You are not going to move your hands from there," I said, after a moment’s pause.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I don't want you to."

"Oh," she replied, wrinkling her nose. "Okay."

Her chest heaved a little, though that may have been my imagination. What I can say for certain is that when I rubbed my leg against hers, she closed her eyes as she realised that she could not slap me away. She parted them a little, and I kicked off my right shoe, letting my socked toes spider up past her knee, and onto the inside of her left thigh.

"Nice weather," she said between gulps. I looked down and noticed the tips of her fingers were white with the pressure of keeping them in place.

My foot went on, and I wiggled my second and third toes through her panties, but across her pussy lips. She jumped, but her hands stayed in position. She mouthed the words "you bastard" at me, which proved I was doing the right thing. If she called me a twat then I would know she was enjoying it.

I moved my big toe so that it pressed upon her clit, and then made my leg shudder, as though I was stretching it first thing in the morning. Miss Gonzales gave a horrified smile, her back arched, and she leaned herself forwards, pressing her cunt against my foot.

I leaned across the table as much as I could. "You need to ask me."

"Ask you what, you evil twat?"

"You need to ask me to cum."

"Noooo," she mewed. "If I do that, you'll just say 'no'."

I pretended that I was offended. "Moi? Do something like that? I might say 'yes'. Try me, when you have to. It’ll be a while before my leg gets tired."

She pursed her lips and glared at me, which spurred me onwards. My toes wriggled and my ankle twisted and my knee and hip jiggled, never letting her get a second's respite. She spasmed a few times, jumping off her seat once or twice, squeaked and purred constantly, elbows lifting a little, but the hands stayed firmly on the table.

She looked down at her empty plate. "C-can I cum?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the waiter approaching our table. He wasn't quite close enough, so I politely asked her to repeat herself.

"Oooo, you cloth-eared git, please can I cum?" she asked, a little louder. The waiter was just out of earshot of this, but he would hear my answer.

"No," I said, and withdrew my foot before the waiter asked if my chair was comfortable.

"You goddamn fucking swine," she hissed, looking straight at me, ignoring the poor waiter. He left the soup and the chicken on our plates, and fled.

I put my shoe back on, and smiled sweetly. "What's wrong, honey blossom? Careful you don't make a scene. Have a taste of your soup, it might calm you down."

Miss Gonzales shuddered for a moment. She opened her mouth, as if to say that she didn't have a spoon, and then her expression changed to one of defiance. She raised an eyebrow, smiled sweetly, and stood up, keeping her hands on the table. She bent over, and jutted out a tongue, to lap at the soup. I almost applauded at her bravery. She knew that the entire restaurant would be looking at her: half of them had been since she walked in the door, of course. If I hadn’t been with her, I would have done the same.

“Sit down for a moment, please,” I said quietly. She did so, but only after she kissed the napkin that was beside her plate, leaving a soupy pout upon it.

I stood up, walked around to her, and quickly undid the next two buttons on her blouse. The first button was not important, but the second was just below the underside of her bosom – if she leaned forwards now, I would get a dramatic eyeful, and she may just pop out completely.

“Enjoy your meal,” I smiled.

Miss Gonzales snarled at me in an exceptionally cute way. "You really know how to get a girl going, you know that?"

"I try," I replied, wearing my best angelic smile.

She sighed, stood again, and leaned over to taste some more of the soup. I must admit, diary, I was not subtle. When I saw the cleavage that emerged, I chirped a hearty "oh my" and went on to suggest to her how I would like to suck and bite on those glorious nipples..

She ignored me as best she could, she had been told to put her hands on the table, and that is what she was doing. She hadn't been asked to participate in rude conversations. Even so, the flush that came to her cheeks was quite delightful.

"Your drinks, sir," said the waiter, who had crept up out of nowhere. He peered with more than a little curiosity at my partner, and asked me if anything was wrong. "If madam has two broken wrists, I'm sure I could feed her," he said helpfully.

Miss Gonzales sat back down, just in time to see me beam with delight. "You know, sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Derek," said the waiter.

"You know, Derek, I have a confession. Miss Gonzales could use her spoon if she wanted to, but she's choosing not to. No need to ask why. No, the spoon’s not dirty, but Miss Gonzales certainly is. You should see what that girl can do with a clean spoon, it’d make your eyes water. But if you have time, I think she would appreciate being spoon-fed by a waiter such as yourself. I'll make it worth your while."

Miss Gonzales blinked at me, as Derek reached for her spoon.

"Come on, Marie," I urged. "Open wide. Let the choo-choo train get into the station."

Derek, bless him, got into the spirit of the occasion, but preferred the idea of a plane to a train. "NeeeEEEeoooowwww!" he said, as the spoon he was holding did an elegant series of banks and turns. At the last moment, Miss Gonzales closed her mouth, and a little soup splashed onto her cleavage.

"Can you mop that up, please Derek? I do apologise, I think Miss Gonzales knows she is a naughty little girl, don't you?"

My smile broadened, and I nodded at my partner to speak.

"Yes," she said with gritted teeth, "I'm a naughty little girl."

"She seems like it," said Derek, taking a napkin and professionally dabbing the soup-stained skin. He looked, and he touched, but he wasn’t inappropriate. "NeeeeEEEooooowwww!"

This time, Miss Gonzales opened her mouth, and the plane landed inside. More planes followed over the next few minutes: her tongue was quite the busy airport runway. I noticed that she took a deep, suggestive breath each time she sucked the spoon clean, never taking her eyes from me for a second.

"I need to go to the toilet," she said, as the bowl was emptied. She wiggled the fingers on the table.

"Shall I bring madam a larger bowl?" asked Derek.

"No, it's ok," I said to Derek. "Thank you very much, you've been most helpful."

He shuffled away, slightly stooped over, with a tenner in his top pocket. Miss Gonzales had this effect on people, usually men, but occasionally women too. There was one big-breasted Canadian woman who was quite taken with her, and some of the girls at Slothlands seem to appreciate her charms too.

"I wasn't joking,” she said as I enjoyed my reverie, “I really need to go to the toilet. And I'm not going here."

Be fair to the girl, she had her limits. Whilst I would like to make her piss herself right there in the restaurant, it wouldn't be seemly. In any case, it was time for my big gesture: I pulled out a small box, about the size of a ring.

"You're p-proposing?" she asked.

"No, no," I said. "As the old saying goes, 'Why buy the cow, when you can fuck Miss Gonzales for free?' No." I opened the box. "This is what you must wear if I let you go to the little girls' room."

She peered into the box. She seemed to know instantly what it was, but couldn't stop herself from saying. "Is that a clit clamp?"

She kept her hands on the table while I held it up for her to look at - it was like a small pair of metal tweezers, topped by a bee-sized black plastic nubbin.

"Well spotted. But this one vibrates, hence the big blob on the top. You'll need to take off your panties, of course, unless you want it your underwear rubbing against the clamp.”

"Yes, sir. No, sir,” she said, taking the clamp, and walking away, blushing.

I smiled, pulled out the remote control from my jacket pocket, and got it ready. She returned after a moment, walking slightly strangely, sitting carefully on her seat, and putting her hands on the table. She looked at me with a shaky smile on her face, and there was a little less arrogance in those dark brown eyes.

“Are you ok?” I asked, half-seriously. If she was genuinely having a bad time, I would have stopped myself from what I was about to do. Fortunately, her sarcastic reply doubled my resolve.

“Am I ok, you ask? Well, maybe if someone clamped your fucking clit, you might know wha-ah-uhhhhhhhYAAAAAAAAAA!”

I pulled out the small remote control box and placed it on the table, between her hands, daring her to move to take it.

“You. Are. So. Fucking. Dead,” she winced.

“Quite an intense vibration, don’t you think?” I said. “I tried it on my nipple, yes I did, and it stung quite vividly. Goodness knows what you must be going through. Would you like me to turn it off?”

She nodded her head vigorously. The entire restaurant was looking closely at her, not knowing whether she was aroused or in severe pain. Only she knew what the balance was. My guess was that it was about even. I picked up the box, and turned it off. She shook it off, wiggling in her chair.

“I need to go to the little boy’s room,” I said. “Please excuse me.”

I stood, waited for her to snort a derisive comment about me being a little boy, and then I pressed the other button on the box.

“Yoooow!!” she yelped, getting to her feet and jumping six inches in the air in one elegant movement. I pocketed the box, and smiled smugly to myself as I headed to the toilet.

Derek was waiting outside when I got out. “Umm. Is she your slave?”

“No, she’s her own, independent woman, part one. She just humours my desires now and then, and I reciprocate.”

“C-can I join in?”

“That depends. Would you be willing to have her hit your cock with a ruler?”

“No,” said Derek after a moment’s thought.

I pulled out the box, pointed in the direction of Miss Gonzales, who was sitting innocently at her table, and Derek and I watched her leap up again, swear loudly, then swear quietly at the people on neighbouring tables. “Well, I’m sorry. Because I think I love this woman, and it’s only the fact that I am willing to let her hit my manhood with sticks that gives me the right to fill her clit with a few milli-volts.”

“You should get a job writing greetings cards. ‘Love is…’. That sort of thing.”

“You hit the nail on the head there,” I said, wondering if I would get a nail on my head next time Miss Gonzales became feisty.

The end.

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear diary,
Well, it's been a long time since I've written here!
My visit to the JD memorial bar and rest home for Retired Heads went really well-. I don't remember much of it, save the first day when I met my old College tutors! My God-they can drink!

I have no idea of the state of the school. With Squiffy left in charge anything could have happened! The buildings appear intact...let's hope the girls are too...

[Qmoq]

Ted's Diary - July 11th

Yah-har. Ed is back, just in time for the exams. Gah, I don't like these exams, the girls get so nervous, I'm mopping up wee at all hours of the day and night.

Ted

[maddie]

Thursday, July 13

I'm not sure if our illustrious headmaster realizes how much has happened in the time he's been away "resting". Mostly, because nothing has happened. The girls, with no headmaster stalking the halls, have done absolutely nothing. In fact, two of them disappeared for several days, then refused to tell where they'd been.

Stoat and I made the most of the headmaster's "rest", and I'm still walking slower than normal because of it. One-Track Mind Ted. If it wasn't for those luscious brown eyes, I'd never have given him a second look. Fortunately, we're progressing in his ability to make a proper margarita.

I do hope that discipline will be tighter now that the headmaster has returned. Honestly, these girls aren't learning a thing and they absolutely refuse to do their assignments anymore; you'd think they like getting spanked.

Hm. On second thought, that could explain a lot. Perhaps I should speak with the headmaster about some new punishments.

[Qmoq]

Saturday 15th July

Ahh, that Miss Gonzales has been running to the headmaster again. Such an affectionate wigglie in her walk. She says she's going to suggest some new punishments - I might ask Ed if he wants punishments for the teachers as well. It takes me a good half hour to get the stains out of the girls' chairs after an intensive lesson with Miss Gonzales. I might ask for a cloth soon, my tongue is getting most tired.

As for Miss Gonzales, watch this space...

Ted Stoat

[Uncle_Ed]

Hmmm

I found Marie's old journal the other day. Really! If a girl leaves things lying around in a triple-locked Chubb "safette Mk 3" -the one without the 60,000 volt charge running through it-what does she expect? And she didn't hide it particularly well...

I naturally glanced through it and came across in interesting snippet-perhaps Ted's idea for teacher punishment could be realised something like this:

REPORT FROM UN OBSERVER:

Marie, along with many other locals, worked at the construction site that had suddenly been started in the semi-jungle next to the wide meandering river where for generations there had been a prosperous village.
She welcomed the change as she had an intense desire to better herself and looked down at her relatives who were content to live out their years in the quiet surroundings of squalor that was the village.
Marie had voiced her opinions loudly and frequently until one day the village elders had met and decreed that for the good of all she should decease and get on with her job. They added that if she continued they would have no choice but to sentence her to a public punishment. The public was all affected by her and should have the chance to witness the consequences. After all, she choose to still live in the village as her meagre wage didn’t allow her to move into the workers’ huts that had sprung up next to the site.
Marie was furious, believing that she was superior to the elders and trusting that her lithe body and smouldering eyes could work their usual magic and get her out of any situation.
She was wrong. The elders wanted nothing more than to be permitted to sit around in the sun all day smoking and gently ridiculing the activities of the white shirted foreigners who sweated on the building works. They had to bow to local pressure however and so had Marie brought before a village meeting one day after work hours.
Marie stood disdainfully to one side, flinging her long black hair from side to side and picking at her finger nails. The sight of her nails, broken and black with dirt did nothing to help her mood.
When asked once again if she would agree to please keep her thoughts private, Marie lost her temper and flew at the old men in front of her. Her fists clenched, spit flying from her mouth she verbally attacked them. As she did so she provided these worthy men with an enticing view of her cleavage as her breasts tried in vain to escape from her stained white blouse. Her short blue skirt swinging, she finally finished and turned her back on them and stood there tapping one foot on the ground and gnawing at one nail.
Their verdict was clear. To Marie’s amazement there and then she was forcibly dragged over to a hastily erected frame by a couple of the village lads who were able to easily subdue her with their work hardened muscles.
“We have had enough. This village is not here solely for you, Marie. There are many others who enjoy living here and it ought to be enough for you. We have repeatedly warned you about your actions, now you pay the price! You will be publicly whipped and banished from the village.”
Marie froze, surely they weren’t serious? These old men with their pipes and dull old eyes. They didn’t have the balls!
“Crap on you old fools! You have no power over me! Empty threats, that’s all you have!”
she blustered and was horrified as her wrists were bound in front of her and the bindings tied to a rope that was looped over a pulley at the apex of the A frame. Her ankles were pulled apart and fastened to the legs, Marie falling forwards until her hips met the cross piece. She certainly made a fine erotic sight in the strong sunlight. Her long legs shook as she tried to escape and her skirt rode up to reveal short flashes of her round honey coloured bum cheeks and her miniscule red g-string that she wore. Her blouse had become transparent with the sweat pouring off her and her large nipples swelled beneath the fabric, clearly visible as they danced and jiggled.
One of the elders, who was considerably more fit than the others, stepped forward. He pulled Marie’s blouse loose from her skirt and tied it around her just below her breasts leaving most of her back bared. He undid her skirt and pulled it away with a theatrical flourish. Marie gasped as the sun shone full onto her. Her body gleamed in the light and her tiny string did little to protect her modesty. With her legs held apart and her buttocks pushed out the villagers could see her pouting lips and puckered bum hole clearly through the wet nylon. Many of the young men shuffled awkwardly as they experienced throbbing hard-ons at the view. Several of the women half turned away, surprised at their own reactions.
The elder lifted his arms. All talk ceased as he repeated the penalty to which Marie had been sentenced.
“A minimum of twenty strokes of the whip to be applied with force to the area of the back and legs down to behind the knees. It has been a long time since this village last witnessed a judicial whipping. Let us hope that it will be years to the next”
Marie was uncertain of what to expect. She knew it would hurt, that was the point of it. Nothing had prepared her for the shock of the first stroke. It drove into her back like the cut of a hot knife and for a moment she was quiet and still. Then she stiffened and wailed at the top of her voice. The villagers stood silent and all eyes were on the thin raised red welt that appeared on her upper body, stretching diagonally down from one shoulder blade.
The whip whistled down again and struck with a loud crack six inches below the first stripe. Marie again yelped and flexed her body. The male witnesses licked their dry lips in anticipation of the next blow. Marie’s lips were far from dry. Her mouth ran with saliva and her sex ran with arousal as she reacted to the exposure and unexpected pleasure of showing her intimate reactions to the men.
The punisher showed that he had much experience in wielding the whip, although he had seldom been called upon to demonstrate on such a target. The angry stripes marched in parallel lines down Marie’s back and he tensed himself for the first strike to her undulating backside. He waited until she stopped moving and listened as she groaned, fearing what was to come. The whip hissed back and then struck out at the firm flesh. The men sighed as one at the sound of the whip echoed out. Marie clenched her bum and stood up on tiptoe as far as the ropes allowed. She rocked up and down, her young muscles tensing and for those with good sight, her excited vagina sending out a thin thread of fluid that ran down the inside of her thigh. She was hurting. Oh god, she was hurting! But despite that or maybe because of that, Marie felt more turned on than she had ever been before. She imagined that she could see through the mens’ eyes and marvelled at her body there on display for all to see. She saw the marks highlighting the curve of her buttocks and saw the tiny panties that effectively hid nothing.
Again and again the whip steamed down onto her. Ten lines could be counted, all angled more or less the same.
A voice called out for a rest period, probably as much for the transfixed onlookers as for Marie. She was left bound to the whipping frame but was given a cool drink of water while the women dabbed a soothing ointment on her wounds marvelling at the resilience of her skin as they did so. Two of them held up a blanket so that others could pull down the sodden string between the girl’s legs and wash and dry her, the gentle rubbing bringing her to the brink of climax. The older woman in attendance took pity on Marie and after giving her a dry cloth to bite, fingered her to bring on the relief and distract her from her pain. Her own panties they then cut away, replacing them with a tie-sided pair that were dry and comfortable.
The women were called away and Marie prepared for the final part of her punishment.
The lashes rained down again, this time angled the opposite way bringing fierce pain at the point of intersection. This actually proved to be a little more than she could handle and Marie cried out for the blows to stop, her proud demeanour giving way to that of a sobbing child.
This greatly pleased the elders as they believed that their point had been made for the entire village to see. They crowded around the bound girl and exclaimed over the burning marks on her back, bottom and thighs.
“Should we indeed stop at this point?” asked one.
“No. The penalty was for twenty strokes and there are six left to go. I say continue”
The discussion could have carried on well into the night. The old men were used to debate but unused to having the responsibility of a young girl hanging by her arms in the hot sun cooking slowly, her body bruised and beaten.
The women who had seen to Marie’s injuries earlier took matters into their own hands and cut her down. The eldest, the one who had deftly used her fingers on her, led Marie over to a seat in the shade. She called for attention and proclaimed that the girl had had enough of the whip for that day but that clearly the letter of the law should be honoured, so with permission from the elders she intended to end the session with giving Marie a final thorough spanking on her bottom. This, she said, would end the sentence satisfactorily and would most certainly be a further humiliation for one who had been so proud.
Marie was turned over the woman’s knees in the time honoured position for a spanking. The last of the setting sun’s rays shone through the shade of the tree above and further striped her body. Marie pressed her knees together as the hard calloused hand swept down to land with a leathery smack on her cheeks. It hurt a lot more than she had expected as her bottom was crossed with welts from the whipping earlier.
It appeared that this particular woman was well used to dealing with bad girls. Thinking about it, Marie realised that she had four daughters of her own all of whom had been present and all of whom were now sympathising with each smack of the hand.
Each and every one of the four had been given the same treatment and knew what it felt like as the bum grew hotter but the inside of the thighs grew cooler with the drying sweat. They knew that Marie wanted to push her bottom higher and higher and to open her legs for that final assault that would bring about that hot, confusing explosive feeling.
Gradually the whole of her seat turned an angry scarlet and Marie whimpered in shame at the comments she could hear from the villagers.
“Has she been done well?” asked one of them.
“Aye” came the response “good and properly!”
“Look at that arse! I could light my pipe on it! She’ll not sit for a time”
“If I had my way, sitting wouldn’t be an option. I’d have her on all fours, that bum in the air just dying for me to take her. Better yet, we could tie her bent over the frame with her wrist and ankles together and all take her in turns! That old girl there could get another fingerful and spread it over her arse, that’d be soothing and cool!”
“Cool you say. You’re getting old! Mine still comes out hot!” There was much laughter at that.
The elders were invited over for a final inspection. There could be no doubt that full punishment had been given and that Marie was far from the girl she had been at the start of it.
She was let up. She couldn’t stand the thought of staying in the village so hurried off into the gathering gloom, uncertain of her destination and forgetting the basic rule of the village-don’t go out alone at night!




I knew Marie had an interesting background!

.

[maddie]

Lies! All lies! Every last bit of it!

*Miss Gonzales looks around hastily, grabs a match and runs to her safe.

[Uncle_Ed]

Edmasters Log.

After the recent ups and downs we appear to have lost some of our pupils. What a great pity! I can only hope that they find contentment and a good education elsewhere.

Farewell chattel and seababy and Julie. May your god walk with you.

So! We need to get back to work!

Role Call:

Who's still with us? Who wants to be?

[maddie]

Perhaps it's time Slothlands becomes a co-ed institution? I rather suspect Miss Gonzales would be tickled to have some male students in addition to the female students.

[Widget]

Dear HeadMaster Ed:

I am writing you to apply for entrance to you school. I realize that I will be coming into the second term of the school but I hope that will not be a problem.

I was, until recently, attending Miss Ivana Humpalots Instituon for (Wayward) Girls. Due to a series of cir cum stances beyond my control, for example being found in the linen closets with the gym teacher who was tied up at the time.. busy man that he is. I mean how that is my fault? I found I needed to attend a new school. Your name was referred to me via the bathroom wall at The Gilded Ostrich.

I have very high marks as I am willing to do whatever it takes to maintain them. Extra curricular activities are also something I excel at. Some of my favorite subjects are Oral, Arts and Crafts such as knot work, Medieval studies (famous dungeons ect), and Shop appreciation (we learned a lot about keeping small vibrating motors running). I will send on transcripts as soon as I have time to (change my marks) obtain them from the school.

One other thing which I hope we can work out is the matter of tuition. At my last institution I helped cover the cost of my tuition by tying down some of the richer girls and forcing them to hand over their lunch money. I also helped in the library. I liked the library but I found the uniform with its short skirt a little hampering to do some of my work. I was frequently asked to climb up the ladder to get down or reshelf the books. I also found, that for some reason some of the male faculty just couldn’t decide which books they wanted. I would frequently get sent back up and down the ladder while they waited at the bottom because they kept changing their mind.

I hope to hear from you soon and if you hear any reports of me eating chocolate and mixing martinis in my room, I wish to state now it is entirely unfounded.

Best Regards

Widget.

[cariad]

Ohhhhh - I think I have nearly mastered walking up to the main entrance on these cobbles, I guess is was all those hours I spent in the gym last term.

I wonder who is going to be here - I heard rumours that some of the girls had passed out or was that gone down, however I am certainly up for another term.

[cariad]

Dear Head Master,

It has come to my attention that the world standard of trolling is reaching crisis proportions. I believe that if you were to approach the UN funding would be made available for the development of a troll curriculum.

cariad

[Uncle_Ed]

Widget,

Having reviewed your application, I am delighted to inform you that Slothlands will throw wide it's doors for you You in turn must throw something wide open (just how short was that skirt?)

*note to self* Buy new library steps-tall set.

Btw-I should be careful with the protection racket-Miss Gonzales has that pretty well sewn up and will not take kindly to you trying to take over her turf.

If you should wish to try-we have all been trained in first aid.

[Uncle_Ed]

cariad.

Trolls huh?

In my day we used to hunt 'em down and fry their little arses. *sighs*

New subject for the curriculum? I'll write to OFFSPANK and see.

[Uncle_Ed]

Perhaps it's time Slothlands becomes a co-ed institution? I rather suspect Miss Gonzales would be tickled to have some male students in addition to the female students.

Male students! humph pfft and Hmm.

[maddie]

Get back to me when the voices in your head have decided.

[Qmoq]

I've known Miss Gonzales for four weeks, and we've been fucking for the last three.

Ah, I do apologise, I think I've missed a bit of the backstory there, but I got your attention, didn't I? I'll go back a few steps. My name is Ted, Ted Stoat if you must, and I'm a youngish 35 year-old caretaker at a girls' college called Slothlands. Don't worry, it's not that kind of story; I don't go near the inmates, not even the Minxiest of them, even though they are all over eighteen and delectable. It's a teacher who is the key to this saucy tale.

Miss Gonzales joined the staff four weeks ago, a fresh-faced, brown-eyed, taut-bodied, 28 year old teacher of Current Affairs and General Studies, and it was lust at first sight. Right from the start, she showed that she was a kinky soul, and although I prefer to be the strong man, it was pleasant submitting to her occasionally over a margarita or two. Or, more accurately, under a margarita or five. That girl has a thing about tequila. The last time she was feisty was yesterday, when she'd shown me her two favourite vibrators in the staff room, and taunted me, bragging that "Men can't always keep up with women, can they? These plastic heroes wouldn't get soft, drunk, headaches, or cum in their pants."

As much as I enjoyed submitting to her, I found that dominating her was much more satisfying, and I felt it was about time I made it official, hopefully involving a significant romantic gesture. I got the impression that Miss Gonzales would appreciate a gesture. With that in mind, I'd 'borrowed' the vibrators from her bag when she wasn't looking, knowing they would be key to any gesturing that I'd be doing.

After cracking open a walnut with the larger one, and using the smaller one to stir my tea, I paused for thought. I really didn't know why she needed all those toys, surely any red-blooded man or... umm... whatever-coloured-blood woman would pounce on this woman if she clicked her fingers or hitched up her skirt. This made me think - how could I prove to her that she didn't need such a toy?

I bribed Ed, the headmaster, to tell me her home address. Initially, he said that under no circumstances could he tell me such confidential information, but when I said that I'd check to see if she had any latex underwear, he soon complied.

I turned up at her place at about six in the evening. Yes, it was a little early, but there was more chance of her being in her work clothes. It had been a hot, sticky day, and the thought of unpeeling her saturated see-through blouse was too tempting to resist.

"Oh," she said, when she answered. I handed her a bunch of flowers that Olive the florist had assured me would get into the boudoir of any young lady. Joy of joys, she was still dressed in her tight black skirt and damp white blouse that gave her a phenomenal hourglass shape. She was even wearing her strappy new fuck-me shoes, and her thick-rimmed glasses.

"Number one," I said. "A vibrator cannot give someone flowers."

She hadn't shut the door in my face, so I stepped inside, closing it behind me. She still seemed unprepared, poor thing, so I wrapped my hand around her waist and sharply pulled her to me, making sure I didn't squish the flowers. When she was close enough, with her breasts digging into my ribcage, I cupped her chin, pointed her mouth upwards, and planted a delicate kiss upon her lips.

"Number two. You can kiss a vibrator if you want to, but it won't kiss back."

"Mmmm," she purred, closing her eyes seductively and perching herself on tip-toe for another kiss. I held the back of her head steady this time, running my fingers through her jet-black hair as I pressed my lips against hers. She had such a soft, delicate pair of lips, unbelievable when you consider the docker-blushing language that came from them.

She unpeeled herself from me and led me upstairs by the hand. I thought of a possible reason number three - no vibrator could appreciate the sideways movement of a woman's ass as she walks up the stairs - but chose not to voice it.

"That's the bathroom, there's the bedroom, and this... this is the play room," she said, and I could hear the chiming sunniness in her voice. Inside were several large crates – she’d only moved in a week or two ago and was still unpacking everything - and a king-size bed, with no quilt, no pillows, no headboard, just a bedstead with a firm mattress and a coversheet.

"I've not thought how best to adapt the bed yet. Care to try it out, soldier?"

I did, and I didn't. If I allowed myself to be restrained to the bed, I would have a whale of a time and end up with a sore but satisfied cock, but if I did that, I wouldn't be able to explain the other reasons, or do my gesture.

"No, Miss Gonzales. Why don't you lie down on the bed for me, huh? Face up."

She took a deep breath, slinked onto the mattress like a liquid, still fully clothed and shod, and stretched her arms to the head of the bed in anticipation.

Standing at the foot of the bed, I could see those shoes in a little more detail. "Are these things sturdy?" I asked, nudging her left foot with my knee. The solid jingle from the buckle answered my question, so I asked another. "Do you have any wrist cuffs, and a couple of small padlocks?"

She wriggled excitedly, and pointed to two of the smaller crates, barking at me to dig in and find something that will do. I did so, and was astonished at the array of disgusting things I found. Beads, balls, enema kits, clamps, everything you could think of and more. The gal could open her own little private sex shop, and still have enough to shackle a small village. I assumed and hoped desperately that she would use each and every item on the gals at Slothlands - there were impressive harnesses that would suit Cariad or Seababy perfectly, Julie and Jenny certainly deserved a pair of tight nipple clamps each, and firm leather collars with cuffs tightly attached that would keep Chattel's hands away from trouble. The sight of these cuffs appeared to be a sign that I was in the right area, and sure enough, I found a pair of steel wristbands. Perfect. I tossed them to Miss Gonzales, and looked for padlocks, finding a discreet little pair that would match the wristbands.

"Number three,” I purred, approaching her. “A vibe can't incapacitate you."

I can be rough when it suits me, and Miss Gonzales squeaked as I tugged her right wrist to her right ankle, and padlocked the cuff to the shoe. I repeated the exercise with the other side. She was forced to sit leaning forwards, but was otherwise fairly comfortable. I pulled the smaller vibe out of my pocket, and held it in front of her. She gasped aloud as I nudged her thin legs apart, stroking the vibe against one thigh, and my fingertips against the other thigh.

“Which do you prefer?” I asked, gently tickling the goosebumps, wanting to touch her so softly that she could feel the fingerprints.

“T-the fingertips,” she replied. She bowed her head and her glasses drooped down to the end of her nose. I pushed them back in place, and she smiled uncertainly at me. “That’s number four, isn’t it?” she added.

I beamed brightly, pulled her panties to one side, and carefully slid the vibrator inside her pussy.

"Number five. A vibe can't put itself inside you when you're all tied up like that."

She wiggled her bottom at the first wave of pleasure that the new vibrator brought.

"Truuuuue," she sighed, "but maybe the vibe is controlling you. Counter-number one: the vibe is so tempting for a flaccid half-man like you, ahhhh! It means you've more chance of making the poor gal cum."

The effect of her defiant speech was reduced by the moan of pleasure she gave halfway through. In response to the "half-man" comment, I reached in and turned the vibe's speed up a notch or two. It was so hard to grip, I may have put it on maximum by accident.

"Have you got a spreader bar?" I asked. "I'd quite like to see you in your full glory. Glistening cuntlips, bare thighs, buttcheeks nicely on display."

"You evil fucking bastard!" she snarled, before adding quietly, "There's one in the bottom crate."

Indeed there was. It was a vicious looking thing, too, black metal, studded, non-extendable or shrinkable, and two furry cuffs that had molded themselves to the shape of her ankles over the years. It was only about two feet long, though.

"Is this the biggest one you have?" I asked, looping the first cuff around her ankle, just above the buckle and her hand.

"I could say the same thing about you, sailor," she winked back, as I moved the second leg further apart with a sharp tug, to get the second cuff on.

This woman was almost begging me to angrily slap her, but I wouldn't. I could certainly get angry with Miss Gonzales, the woman was infuriating for twenty hours a day, but I would never hit her when I was angry. I wish the converse was true. I still have the bruise from when she slugged me after I spilt bleach on her cat.

"Miss Gonzales, you came up with a counter-reason before. I can think of another one. It's easier to walk with a vibrator inside you, than with a man inside you. Hell, I'd wager that you could step forward in that spreader bar."

"F-fffuck. Y-you..."

"That's the spirit," I said chirpily, and lifted her from the bed, landing her safely on her shoes, which were really starting to grow on me. I made sure the vibe was inside her, but it was a struggle to see properly, with the skirt getting in the way as she wriggled. "Too many clothes, I think," I declared, and unhooked her skirt from around her waist, folding it and placing it on the edge of the bed. "And those panties just look untidy," I added, sliding my hands into them, and then ripping them apart. Miss Gonzales purred at the sound of the tearing and the feeling of the breaking elastic being snapped around her thighs. Now that she was naked below the waist, I could see that the vibrator was sticking out an inch or so, so I duly shoved it back into her with the heel of my hand. It entered with a silent squish, and a cute squeal, before she went back to the gurgling obscenities.

"I wouldn't have noticed that the vibe wasn't in, if you hadn't been naked down there. That settles it: no more underwear for you without permission, understand?"

She didn't answer; she just squatted, rocking back and forth, careful not to lose her balance. The concentration in her face, the scrunching of her nose, the gentle panting, I took it all in. Then I remembered the question. I tugged her hair back until she was looking straight up at me.

"I-I can s-see up your n-nose," she burbled. That got a twist of her head and warning tug on her hair. "Ow-woo! No more underwear, I got it. Lemme go!"

I let go, took a step back and then crouched next to her. A single tear seeped down her cheek. She had been degraded by me before, but she had never been so submissive or vulnerable.

"Let me ask you again, and see what you say this time. You don't wear underwear unless you clear it with me first. Do you agree?"

"Y-yes," she nodded, hair flopping over her face as her head lolled forwards. There was a moment's silence, broken only by the incessant buzz-buzz of the vibrator.

I walked out of the bedroom, and took four paces down the corridor. I shouted to Miss Gonzales to make sure she could hear me, and then I told her to hobble to me. The angry shout that came from the room explained that there was no fucking way she could walk with her wrists tied to her ankles like that, but there was an excited lilt in her voice, and I could already hear a heavy tinkle and a thud as she moved one foot forwards.

“Number five,” I called, just to see what she said. “A vibrator couldn’t tell you that you’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to.”

“W-what?”

I stood patiently in the hallway as she clunked towards me, a hopeful grin on her face. The vibrator was halfway out of her. It was a phenomenal scene – she was still fully clothed above the waist, but below, I could see the dampness in her pussy from four yards away. I explained why I didn’t want her to cum. I said that it would be good for her if she learned some respect for me, if she gave up control of her life for me. She widened her eyes. My gesture was working, so I added the twist.

“Each time that vibrator drops out of your pussy, you’ll go a week without cumming after today.”

She looked up, and I could sense she was thinking desperately of non-erotic things. Unfortunately, I knew that she had as filthy an imagination as I, and anything can make me hard, from an empty DVD case to a bowl of Coco Pops. Poor thing. It would be fun training her. I unzipped my trousers, and took out my cock, which had been struggling to get free since Miss Gonzales entered the corridor.

“Look at me,” I urged. “Look at your prize.”

She did so, and licked her lips, bouncing heavily from one step to the next like a penguin, but when I stroked my cock and let it twitch at the sight of her, that was when the vibrator slipped out and clunked on the floor. She yelped at it, and cursed aloud, calling herself a stupid little slut.

“Oh dear,” I sighed, picking her up and putting her back two paces, carefully avoiding her mouth as she tried to lick me and bite my manhood. I collected the vibrator and told her to lick it clean, before placing it back into her pussy. It slid in even easier this time, and her muscles almost pushed it out straight away. “That’s a week.”

She was close already, but whimpered defiantly, not giving into temptation. She was still a proud woman, and I knew it would burn her up inside to beg me to cum. I continued to stroke myself. “My goodness, Miss Gonzales, I can’t wait until you get here. I’m going to ram this right down your throat, I’m going to tug every bit of you that I can tug, and slap all the bits I can’t. You’re going to be so goddamn tender after tonight, and that’s going to be when your cum restriction week will start. Oops! You dropped the vibrator again. That’s two weeks now, you poor little cumbitch.”

She was crying now, wholly frustrated and angry with herself. She gulped, held her posture as straight as she could, and penguinned her way to me. A foot from me, she dared to imagine herself as she would be, and opened her mouth. I reached out a hand and held her head steady, guiding her onto me. As soon as she took me in her mouth, she began to sob heavily, and I think they were tears of pride and relief.

“Drop the vibrator. We won’t need it anymore today, will we, Miss Gonzales?”

Two seconds after the instruction, she clenched her muscles and squired the vibrator out of herself, smiling and shaking her head, still heartily sucking me. I grinned, and I was tempted to let her continue, but it was time for the final gesture. I grabbed her hair, and eased her off me. She tried to lean forwards, hungry and desperate for more, but when I lowered her onto her back, she realised that I had something more exciting for her. Her ankles and wrists were in the air, I slithered under the bar, face down upon her.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Gonzales.”

“Says who?”

“Two and a half weeks’ cum restriction. Want to go for more?”

“Counter-reason – a frigging vibrator wouldn’t put me on cum restriction,” she pouted. “YahOWooo!”

I chose that moment to slide myself into her. Without meaning to, she tugged her arms so the bar jammed gently in the small of my back, which made it hard to get a rhythm going. Fortunately, neither of us needed much space. I squeezed her breasts through her blouse as she wiggled under me, and my hips made wet slaps against her ass, and helped me pound into her stretched young pussy.

“P-pplease!” she urged. “I n-need to cum!”

I told her that I wanted her to beg for it. This order made her hips jerk angrily, and I almost lost control.

“I b-beg you, Ted, I have to cum n-now, I c-can’t h-hold it!”

My mouth was at her right ear. “When you say “pots”, you can cum. Understand?”

“W-hat?” she gurgled, head lolling backwards.

“Pots,” I explained. “It stands for ‘Property of Ted Stoat’. Because that’s what I want you to be.”

Her head snapped forwards, and she stared deeply into my eyes. “I am y-yours. I’m pots.”

“Then you may cum,” I said, ejaculating into her pussy, falling forwards and hugging her, elated that I was able to hold on long enough. A second later, her orgasm hit her, and she bucked twice, before beginning to shiver. The bar kept me in place, as though I was on a fairground ride,

“Don’t ever let go,” she said. Her glasses had fallen forwards to the end of her nose again.

“I won’t,” I replied, and nudged her glasses back in place with my chin, before kissing her on the lips.

“And sir?” she grinned, “You’re definitely better than that little vibrator.” She bit her lip, smiled cheekily, and continued, “But I’m not sure if you’re as good as the big vibrator. I’m gonna need more proof...”

The end.

[MJs dhyanna]

Wow! =)

[Radiance]

Smiles.youve outdone yourself this time love ,one of your best,purrsssssssssssss,loved it and your writing is amazing,Radi xxoxoxo

[maddie]

Tuesday, July 25:

The term hasn't even begun and already I've had to cane a couple students for daring to laugh at me. It's going to be a long term.

See, it all started the morning I ran out of Diet Coke. That, of course, was Ted's fault, but when I pointed it out to him, he threatened me with another week of CR. Anyway, I wasn't coherent enough as I dressed and put on a pair of underwear. BIG mistake.

I was stumbling down the hall toward the faculty dining room when Ted passed by. He pulled me into an empty classroom and gave me the most wonderful good morning kiss. Of course, being Ted, his hands started to roam and he quickly figured out I'd worn panties. His hand rested on my ass and he pulled away from me a bit. Well, sure enough, I was awake then. I tried to explain, but he wouldn't have any of it.

Next thing I know, he's pulling me by the arm into the courtyard, muttering something about teaching me to listen to him and take him seriously. I tried to explain that it was just that I was too sleepy, that if he'd deliver my Diet Coke, it wouldn't happen. He stopped dead in his tracks, in the middle of the courtyard, sat on a bench and threw me over his knees. He proceeded to lift up my skirt, pull it off me, stuff it in my mouth, and then gave me a rather long spanking. Naturally, it lasted just long enough for a couple of the students to pass by and notice. Ted glared at them and they scurried off, but I knew I'd have trouble with them later.

Sure enough, I was checking the equipment in my classroom when they passed by later. Ted had made me stick the panties in the front pocket of my blouse. "Lovely little handkerchief you have there, Miss Gonzales. Is it silk?" Followed by lots of giggling, of course.

I suppose, in retrospect, that chasing them down the hall with a cane wasn't the best way to handle the situation.

[Widget]

What a first day! After receiving my acceptance letter to Slothlands I was so excited. I was excited right up until I had figure out my own transportation. It seems that all though there was a bus supplied last term no one told me that there was no bus service from the nearby town for this term. Bah, Heathens. I managed find a bus that went to Birchingem and hitch a ride from there. Can you believe that I had to sit with some very large smelly woman holding a pig?

When I got to Slothlands I had to travel across some very slippery cobblestones. Who the hell thought that high heels and cobblestones should ever meet? I had to try to keep my vodka bottles and martini glasses from clanking around too much in my bag. Every single stumbling step I took had the bag clinking and me terrified a bottle would break. I had very little room for clothes once I packed my chocolate, martini shaker and other supplies, but be prepared is my motto !

There didn’t seem to be anyone in the yard at all but I did hear the oddest muffled yells follow by what sounded like a spanking. I took a quick look around the corner of the courtyard and there was this creepy man with this very hot looking teacher over his knee. I don’t think that they saw me as I ducked back around the corner and ran to the front door as fast as my stilettos could carry me. When I got to the front door and looked down there was a very shiny metal plate on the ground right where I had to stand. It was very odd; I mean why anyone would do that as you could clearly see my underwear reflected in it when I had to walk over it is beyond me. Strange for sure.

I haven’t met any of the other girls yet and when I got to my dorm room there was no one there, so I settled in on what looked like an empty bed. Funny décor in here as well. I noticed that there are iron rings in the headboard and foot board of the bed. I wonder what they are used for. I was also glad to note the ice machine down the hall. I was sure to scoop up some ice for a nice relaxing welcome martini for myself while I lay on the bed and waited for everyone else to get in.

PS. I noticed that there seemed to be an awful lot of ladders around here on the way in too. I do hope that if I have to work in the library that I don’t have to climb those really tall ones I saw.

[Qmoq]

Ted Stoat’s diary, 25th July

Hrumph! I really don’t know why I read the girls’ diaries when they’re in lessons, all I get is insults. The latest one is from a cute little thing with nice legs called Widget. Strange name, but then I can’t really talk.

Firstly, she insults cousin Ermentrude and her pig Mouthwash, and then she lays into my polished cobblestones. Bah. I polish those cobblestones daily. There’s barely a day that goes by when Ed doesn’t congratulate me on my load of old cobbles.

Next, she confesses to smuggling in a bottle of vodka (confiscated). Miss Gonzales and I shall drink well tonight. I don’t think it’s regular store-bought vodka, though - I had a sip of the stuff and lost a couple of hundred tastebuds and my keys.

Finally, the gravest crime of all – she called me a creepy man! I have never been creepy, except when I crept up on Miss Gonzales to bite her thighs on her birthday. She had asked me to surprise me, but she was still quite indignant. I'll never understand women.

I left an envelope on Widget’s bed – I pinned it to the headboard using a convenient hook.

“To Widget
From Ted Stoat, Caretaker

Widget,

Insolence will not be tolerated. You are to report to me tomorrow morning at 6am for your punishment. I want to break your will. You will strip, place your panties in your mouth, and then I shall enclose your pretty head in a hood. It will make it quite hard to breathe, but hey, it is meant to be a punishment.

I will then stand you on top of a pedestal in your oh-so-precious little shoes, and give you a tray to hold. On the tray will be various clamps, pegs, salves, and a hefty buttplug in the middle. Should you drop any of the items, they will be attached to your body. Or, in the case of the salves, smeared liberally over your bare skin, where it will burn and itch and make you wriggle all the more.

I warn you that you do not want the buttplug inside you. A former pupil, Julie Truly, once mistook it for a hot water bottle and slept with it all through the winter.

All my love,

Ted”

Maybe ‘All my love’ was a bad idea, but I think I got my message across. I just hope she doesn’t realise that I have no authority over anyone other than the petite little Miss Gonzales.

Ted

[Widget]

July 25

Dearest Diary:

I have met the nicest girl here named suchaminx.

I had gone out of my room for a bit to explore and find a quite place to smoke a ciggy and have a chocolate martini. When I returned there was a cute little girl in the dorm giggling and pointing at my bed.

“Hello” I said glancing at the bed and wondering what was so funny “I’m Widget, but all my friends call me Widge.

“Hello yourself” she said. “suchaminx and very nice to meet you.” Followed by more giggling.

I took a closer look at my bed and there was a note stuck to the headboard by one of the hooks on it. Honestly I have never seen so many hooks on furniture in all my life. I even saw some on the chairs. I took the letter down and opened it.

Suchaminx giggled again “I see that our pervy caretaker Ted has left you a note.”

I glanced up at her as I read it and nodded. I handed her the note. “Can he do this?? I mean what insolence is he talking about ? I haven’t even met him yet.” I growled indignantly, while at the same time hiding a little shiver at the thought of being naked and holding that tray.

“He is just the caretaker.” She replied “but he seems to have some disciplinary control over Miss Gonzales.”

“Right” I nodded. Miss Gonzales must have been the teacher I saw over his knee when I got there. “Well this calls for a drink while I think about what to do.”

“That heartless bastard!!” I hollered as I opened up my bag from under my bed. All my vodka.. gone…”that wanker stole all my booze!!!

“My dear Uncle Ernest made that batch in the bathtub the day before I left. We can’t use that bath tub any more because my Aunt Lorelean passed away in it right after we made that batch of brew.”

“One minute she was standing there, the next she took a sip and yelled ”I’m Blind” and fell forward into the tub dead. That. Was. The . last of a very good day for vodka.” I sat down on the edge of the bed sniffling.

This calls for action. “Do you know where Mr. Stoat’s room is?” I asked suchaminx.

“Sure” she said “all though he is most likely to be taking extra exams with Miss Gonzales this time of day.”

“Show me please?’ I asked

So off we went, down several dank hallways to a small room in the back. This is when I discovered his diary. I mean if a book is left in a cubby hole behind a headboard and pad locked shut, I don’t think the owner has any expectation of privacy what so ever.

“That man read my diary” I was indignant. Flipping through the other entries to show suchaminx. “It figures he is related to that pig holding woman” I grumbled. “Just look at what else he gets up too and I still can not believe he took my booze.”

“I think that Ted needs to be taught a lesson” I said looking at suchaminx “ do you think that any of the other girls would be in on this? Meeting in the Dorm room coat closet at 8:00. Bring anyone that might want to help”

“Sounds fun” she said “Count me in and I will see who else can help”

I carefully put the diary back and while I was in there grabbed a bottle of Brandy to take back for tonight’s meeting and then together we headed back to the dorm. I just hope he doesn’t notice it missing until tomorrow.

[Widget]

*giggling in the hallway*

*Muffled thump* and a very tied up Ted Stoat with a sack over his head is dropped at the door way of Miss Gonzales, complete with a page ripped out of his diary pinned to the sack.

“Mind you don’t spit those panties out of your mouth now”

*Knock Knock* at Miss Gonzales door…..

*running away and more giggling*

[maddie]

*thunk*

*knock knock*

Marie rolled over in bed, wondering who would dare disturb her at such an early hour. Grumbling to herself, she grabbed a robe from a chair and stumbled toward the door. Just before she opened it, she paused and checked to see if she was wearing panties. She wasn't. She nodded briskly to herself and opened the door. She looked out and saw nothing other than cariad and suchaminx walking up the hallway toward her office, giggling as usual. She frowned.

A rustling noise at her feet made her look down. At her feet was a body, tied up nicely in the not-for-climbing-purposes ropes. Marie took a moment to admire the knots, during which time suchaminx and cariad arrived at her door.

"Who's that, Miss Gonzales?" cariad asked.

Marie spotted a piece of paper attached to the sack on the body's head. She grabbed at it and, as she pulled it off, the sack came off, revealing a very angry Ted Stoat. The women laughed at his muffled outrage.

After tossing the sack into her office, Marie stood and looked at the girls.

"So, ladies. What do you propose we do with him?"

"mmmMMMMffffFFFFFFFLLLLLARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!"

Suchaminx giggled and said, "I think he'd like to be untied, Miss Gonzales."

Marie considered that for a moment and said, "You're probably right. But there's really no need to hurry, is there? Would you ladies like some coffee or tea? I'll put a fresh pot of water on." She turned and walked into her office. Cariad and suchaminx looked at each other, shrugged, giggled, and stepped over Ted's struggling body.

The three women enjoyed a cup of tea and some scones cariad had swiped from the kitchen. As they chatted over breakfast, Ted began to thump his way into Marie's office, his muffled protests growing louder. Finally, cariad said, "Um. Do you think we should untie him, Miss Gonzales?"

Marie sighed, put down her plate and said, "Yes. I suppose we should. Let's go, ladies."

The three women walked across the room to where Ted lay, flopping on the floor. They stood over him, barely suppressing their laughter, for a moment.

"Ted! Do stop moving around. We can't untie you if you flail like a haddock just removed from the water!"

Ted lay still and the women attempted to untie him. The knot work was quite good and it appeared that all of the not-for-climbing-purposes ropes were used to bind him. It took the three of them quite some time to untie Ted.

Finally, the last rope was removed. All that remained was the leather restraints binding his hands behind his back and the tape over his mouth. Ted glared at them. "Mmaa nna aaaaapppp oooo gggmmme!"

Suchaminx whispered, "I think he wants us to take the tape off his mouth."

"Ooooh...that's gonna hurt," cariad said. "I'm not doing it."

"Me, neither," suchaminx said hastily.

Ted glared at the students, then at Marie. "Mmmmmoooowwwww!"

"Sit still, Ted. I'll take the tape off." Marie reached down and pulled.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

There was a crashing noise from elsewhere in the building. Marie later found out it was the Headmaster dropping a bottle of his beloved JD.

"Get those bloody cuffs off me!" Ted snarled.

Marie looked at his arms. The cuffs required a key. She stood. "I don't have the key."

"Then help me up! Don't just stand there!"

The three women helped Ted to his feet and he stormed off, yelling, "Oi! I'm going to find you, Widget! You'll be sorry when I do!"

Marie looked at the students. "You'd best be off to get ready for classes." They giggled and left. Marie spotted the note on the sack and read the contents. She paled, then blushed, then folded the paper and tucked it in her bra.

[Qmoq]

Ted's Diary, July 26th

Nothing much exciting happened today. Honest.

Note to self - I will exact my revenge on anything that has more ovaries than me. I must have a word with Ed-Master to see if I can get some real authority in this place. Grr!

Ted.

[frankee]

i LOVE this thread, it's awesome!

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear Ted,

I'm writing to you informally as I need to ask a favour of you. I must say that you have been a most valued member of the staff here and have impressed me with your hard work. But above all I am so very pleased with the way in which you welcomed Miss Gonzales with open arms.

The thing is this: I am in need of a new member of the teaching staff. Since squiffy has gone AWOL we are somewhat short. Would you consider taking his place for a while? You will naturally receive absolutely no extra financial renumeration but you will have the full weight of my authority behind you-do you think you would like that? I'll give you the key to my cane cupboard.

Please take your time in considering this offer.

Yours etc,

EdMaster.

[Widget]

July 27
Dear Diary:

On second thought maybe it was not such a wise idea to hide the keys to Ted’s cuffs in a pie. I was afraid he might not see the humor in me so kindly delivering him to Miss Gonzales doorway the way I did, so I baked his keys into a cherry pie as a way to make it up to him.

I make awesome pie too. I left it in front of the doorway of the dorm room with a note that said “Eat Me Ted”. I know he must have found it because I heard the most god awful yelling and clanking in the hallway while I was skipping class, I mean off to class followed by an even louder yell of “EAT ME!! she is going to pay!!”

It is so gratifying to know that people like down home baking. Sigh. I am a little concerned about the rumors that have Ted accepting a teaching position here. I don’t believe he is qualified. hmmm

[Qmoq]

Ted's Diary - July 30th...

Umm. The latest exploits of Ted and Miss Gonzales are now appearing in the August contest forum. Look in "Story Contest" in the main forum.

This took a few days to write, and thanks to maddie, Curi and suchaminx for proof-reading it.

But! What this means is that Ted is now more free to focus his attention on Widget and minx and the other Slothland girls... purr.

Q xx

[maddie]

Marie's diary, Saturday, August 5:

It has been a long week. The headmaster's away, AGAIN. Ted has been rather cranky all week, and, believe it or not, says he's too irritated to be near me. He swears it's nothing to do with me, but one can't help wondering, you know? The students, for reasons beyond my comprehension, are actually doing their assignments properly and turning them in on time. And they've all gone off for the weekend to the boys' school across the lake, so I can't cane any of them.

I am not amused.

I have nearly worn out that page from Ted's diary that Widget found. Bless her heart. I do believe she's still walking a bit stiffly after Ted caught her, tied her to a tree, and gave her a good thrashing. Doesn't have much of a sense of humor at times, does he?

Anyway. If the rest of his diary is anything like the page I have, it must be permanently radiating steam. His descriptions of the things he wants to do to me? Let's just say they're rather eye-opening, even for me. That boy has quite the imagination. I'm not sure a few of the things he suggests are logistically feasible, though he does appear to be rather flexible, which helps.

It's been a bit hard for me to learn to submit to anyone. I honestly didn't think I could do it, at least not for more than a few days. But any time I have doubts, I think about how it makes me feel when he's happy with me, and I just melt.

Doesn't mean I don't enjoy vexing him on occasion. Even if it means a reddened, tingly ass for a few days.

[Qmoq]

Ted's diary, Sunday August 6th...

Yahar. Miss Gonzales will get hers. It's true, I've been irritating for a few decades now, but I want to assure Miss G that she is a lovely woman who I will pay close attention to in a few days.

In the meantime, I am working on an extra lesson. As everyone knows, all girls want to grow up to be housewives or secretaries, so I don't know why we try to fill their pretty little heads with science or history. With that in mind, I'll be teaching an ex-pupil (Julie Truly) and a few current pupils in the art of typing and pleasing her boss. Her male boss.

Until then, I'll just give Miss G a foot rub, a neck massage, a kiss on the cheek, a cushion for her cage, and a pair of fresh new nipple clamps.

Q xx

[Qmoq]

Ted’s diary...

I’d had it planned for an age, a carefully laid-out operation, and then she turned up and threw my plans into disarray. My first lesson, a voluntary extra-curricular lesson open to all students, to learn the art of being a secretary. It was arranged with a particular favourite of mine in mind, young Julie Truly, who had left the school after finding a job at a top law firm. The poor gal came to me on her hands and knees, begging for extra tuition – it turned out that there was more to secretarial work than standing at the water cooler, talking about the previous night’s episode of ‘Lost’.

When Julie Truly is on her hands and knees, you cannot resist her. Either that or you look for her contact lens. Ted Stoat's first teaching job would be a lesson for secretaries. Don't look at me like that, diary, you know that Miss Gonzales always said I was good with my fingers.

I turned up to the classroom an hour before the lesson was due to begin, with all the equipment ready. It needed careful testing, these were delicate instruments. I expected the room to be empty so I could set up the electrical apparatus in peace – and I had never known a girl to remain in class a second longer than they had to. But this time, there was an unfamiliar young lady in the room.

She was sitting on top of my desk, wearing something that in no way resembled a school uniform. Her big blue eyes glanced in my direction for a moment, widened, then casually returned to the knife that she was holding. It was a sharp, six inch blade that she was spinning in her hand like a baton, tossing it up and snatching it out of the air, grasping it tightly as she caught it.

“You like knives?” I asked her.

“Sure,” she said. She had a youthful voice that hid a giggle.

“I suppose a fork’s out of the question.”

Those eyes flashed at me again. She smiled: a relief considering her obvious experience with cutlery. I took the chance to look at the rest of her. Her pixie nose flared each time she looked at the knife, her pouting mouth was moist and kissable, her cheekbones were high and sharp. Her skin looked as though she rarely saw the sun, but it added to her prettiness, as did the jet-black hair that straggled down in front of her.

And then there’s the body. I like a good uniform as much as the next man, but when I write down what this gal was wearing, you’ll see that there’s more to arousing clothing than tight uniforms and leather corsets. She wore:
a
tight bootleg t-shirt that showed Princess Leia pleasuring herself with a light sabre, torn off two inches above the navel
one of those oversized belt things that would look adorable wrapped tightly around her neck
a short, tight PVC skirt that had a split up the side
slutty white fishnets
down to the knee-highs that matched her skirt

Now, I bet you’re picturing her. And I hope that image is getting you as aroused as it was getting me, standing in front of her.

“And you are?” I asked.

“Mina.”

“Meaner than whom?”

“No, no,” she smiled. “I’m Mina.”

“Meaner than whom?”

She was about to repeat her name again, when she realised I was joking, so she poked the knife in my direction. I didn’t make the same joke a third time, so I asked her what the fricking hell she was doing in my classroom.

“Secretarial thing, yeah? I’m here to study. My application form was, um, lost in a dog’s ass.”

“Fine, fine, but you can’t wear... that... to my class,” I said, in as non-threatening a way as I could. “It’ll have to go.”

She did something that almost made me hurl her over a desk and consensually molest her. She hopped off the desk, delicately walked towards me with a confident heel-toe step, her eyes never leaving mine, and then she stopped with her breasts an inch from my stomach. She raised her chin, and in a sweet, angelic voice said “Make me, sir.”

My knees quivered. “Lose the knife first.”

She hurled it into the opposite wall, where it struck a picture of a sheep right between the eyes. I wasn’t aware of what the sheep had done to her; I did not care to ask. She was smiling sweetly with her arms pointed vertically upwards, so I lifted her shirt up over her head, sighing at the young but legal flesh that was revealed. I half-expected to see scars across her body, but there were none.

I stuck out my tongue, and let it drift down her body and I dropped to my knees. I unbuckled the skirt and belt, and put them to one side. She had a thin wisp of hair between her legs, and I could see a small, painful-looking piercing in her clit.

“Yes, it hurt,” she said, before I asked. “It was the best thing I ever did.”

I looked at her boots, then shuddered, remembering the young woman I had left at home. That woman liked her footwear too, I reflected, scrambling to my feet. “I, ah, I think you should take off your own boots, Mina.”

“Yes, sir,” she smiled, bending forwards whilst keeping her legs straight. Ah, the flexibility of the youth. Her eyes had looked at my crotch as she bent over, while mine had mentally ravaged her ass.

“Th-there’s some clothes in that desk over there,” I pointed without using my hands. “A proper secretarial outfit...”

“... for a proper secretary,” she grinned. “Thanks, sir.”

I watched her pad barefoot and naked to her desk, and wondered ‘If this happens before the lesson even begins, what’s going to happen when I actually start teaching? Who else is going to even turn up?’

Ted.

[cariad]

Ohhhhhh, I am so pleased that Ed Master accepted the note from my father explaining my late arrival this term. It took ages to find a man who could forge father’s signature, whenever I try it just looks too female. Okay, it may have taken a few extra baths and a good scrubbing brush to get all his practice attempts off my body but it was so worth it. I really want to try and graduate this term. That is why I have signed up for the secretarial lessons, I think I will be really good at that. I worked in an office last summer so already know all about what you have to do. Has to one of the easiest jobs out.

I used to bring my boss a cup of coffee in the morning when he arrived, and whilst he was drinking it I would get down the shelves the books he thought he would need for the day. He had these beautiful mahogany book shelves running from floor to ceiling along one wall of his office. The middle shelves were nearly empty with just the odd figurine of women, he was clearly a very artistic man, since none of the women were dressed and each was posed to display her body in a different way. But more of that later.

What it did mean was that all the books he required were either very high up, fortunately he had the sweetest of steps I could stand on, or very low down, smiles, bending over to get things off those bottom shelves was so good for my legs, since he explained that a good secretary never bends her knees for such a task. If what he wanted was really high up I he would always offer to hold my thighs to make sure I did not fall as I reached up. Giggles he also used to say it was the perfect opportunity to make sure I had dressed properly for work. I was never fully convinced about that, but loved the way he would stroke my inner thighs, so I never complained. He was also very attentive to my underwear, guess that was his artistic temperament coming out. I could always tell if I was wearing something he particularly liked because he would run his finger appreciatively over them. If he really did not like what I had worn that morning, he would simply take them off and put them in the bottom drawer of his desk. He always said that a good secretary would rather wear no underwear than the wrong type.

At various times of the day I would be called back into his office and would sit on the secretary’s stool to go through things with him. I suspect he had hoped that I could take shorthand, but he was very patient as I wrote took things down in long hand. I am hoping to learn shorthand in these classes. During these times he would normally compliment on what I had chosen to wear that day. I soon learnt that if he was really pleased with what I had chosen he would take me out for lunch, his favourite seemed to be a little dark suit and fitted white blouse. Chuckles, I can see why they put the slit in the skirt of that suit when it was made, short as it was there was no way could I have sat on that stool with out it. I have brought that suit with me this term for wearing to secretarial classes, the uniform notes just say that we should wear something suitable. I think I will also tie up my hair. When I went past Miss Gonzales’s room the other day, I saw the most divine pair black 4 inch heels with buckles which I have borrowed. She has so many pairs of shoes she will never notice, and they are will be just perfect. I do hope I will meet one of the other girls on the way to class to check that my stocking seams are straight; I have a feeling that Ted Stoat will be fussy about that sort of thing.

Oh, I was going to tell you about those figurines. If my boss had finished what he had to do for the day and was not in a hurry to go home, he would call me in for a little relaxation at the end of the day. We would then play a rather silly game, he would choose one, and then I would see how exactly I could copy the pose. He would then adjust me until we had it just right. As I said, a silly little game, but we used to have some laughs, particularly with some of them. And yes, if you were paying attention earlier I did say that the figurines were nude. Blushes a little at the memory, but hey, I am legally an adult now, and he certainly was, and his hands did feel soooooo good.

Oh well, time for me to go to class now. It will be the first that Ted has taught since his promotion. I wonder what he will be like.

[Qmoq]

(Sorry to break character, but...)

Wow! Cariad, that was an adorable, beautifully told memory. Purr. I'm sure Ted will have his work cut out with you...

Q xx

[cariad]

Coming from you Q, I take that as a real compliment.

Thank you
cariad

[mina]

“And you are?” I asked.

“Mina.”

“Meaner than whom?”

“No, no,” she smiled. “I’m Mina.”

“Meaner than whom?”

LOL that was great. I can't stop giggling, that whole thing was too cute :) *feels special she was included*

[maddie]

Marie's Diary, Friday, August 11

Ted's spending a bit too much time with those new students of his so I've taken my revenge the best way I know how. . .

I found his credit card and bought new shoes.

He'll be mad at first, but then, when he sees them....

Well, he'll still be mad. But it'll be a good kind of mad.


*wriggles in anticipation*

[Qmoq]

The girls strolled in, barely punctual but all looking delectable in their tight secretarial uniforms. My first lesson was about to begin.

"Good evening class," I said. “Welcome to the after-hours secretarial lessons.”

"Good evening Mr Stoat," said Julie Truly, brightly. The other girls were silent.

"Why isn't Miss Gonzales taking this class?" asked Widget.

"She's a little tied up at the moment. So to speak," I replied.

"You mean she's in her cage."

"Only until tomorrow afternoon, yes. But she does have something to entertain her, and plenty of batteries too." This seemed to interest the girls all the more - Widget's hands were slipping between her legs, and Julie quivered slightly. They always seemed to squirm when I was more of a bastard, so I tried to convince them that I wasn't. "I mean, it's not as though I tie her to the bed each night and criss-cross her skin with sharp blades, is it? Or put a small cage over her chest with a couple of angry rats inside it, and spreadable cheese on her nipples." Widget let out a plaintive sigh, which I ignored. More accurately, I stored it up for my dreams.

Talking of dreams: “Step forwards, Miss Cariad," I added.

Her outfit was like a second skin of soft cotton. As she moved, the seams and stitching transformed from straight lines to exquisite curves. All was black - the jacket, the blouse, the skirt - but there was a hint of green in the blackness, hard to see but worth a second glance. She stood in front of my desk, looking straight ahead. I got to my feet and paced around the desk, smiling as she looked straight ahead, obediently.

"Are you wearing underwear?" I asked.

"No sir."

"Not even a bra?"

"No sir. I failed the rhubarb test."

"Good girl."

I had ensured that no girl sat in the desk right in front of mine, because I wanted to surprise them. I opened it, and they all saw what was inside, except Cariad.

"Oh my!" said Suchaminx.

"Nice!" drooled Mina.

"Ulp," sighed Cariad.

I pulled out a pair of latex panties from the desk, and roughly held it over Cariad's mouth and nose. Miss Gonzales had always taught me to be firm with the schoolgirls, right from the start, so I forced it enough to ensure she couldn’t breathe for a moment. Cariad wiggled her head as the panties remained on, but her hands did not move from the side. She was a good girl, I told her so in a hoarse whisper, and she wiggled all the more.

"When you get your pair," I told the class as Cariad's face turned dark red, "I want you to put them on. No arguments, no backchat. Understand?"

"Yes sir," they said enthusiastically with one voice.

"Good." I took the panties away from Cariad's mouth, held the poor gal as she wobbled, then lifted up her hand and placed the panties in them. Wearily, she bent over without bending her knees, and put the panties on. They made an adorable 'schlook' sound as they were stuck and unstuck to the skin, crawling up her stocking-clad legs.

"Sir, they have a zip in them." This was true and deliberate. I normally preferred women in plain, tight latex panties with no breathing room or peep-holes, but I needed zips for this lesson. The zip ran for only a few inches, from the top to the bottom of her labia.

"Yes. Zip them up for now."

Cariad smiled sweetly at me, and said "done".

"Bend over the desk."

"Yes, sir."

I lifted up her skirt, letting the bright lights shine off her rear for a moment, and told the rest of the class: "Cariad will be spanked by me until you are each wearing a pair of these panties."

This was a double threat. I could see Mina leap into action, because she thought Cariad would hate to be spanked. Julie Truly and Suchaminx leapt into action because they thought Cariad would love to be spanked, and were just jealous. I placed my hand gently in Cariad’s back and curved her slightly. It was the first time I was going to touch this girl, and I wanted to savour every moment. She arched the small of her back, to let her tight little bottom swell. It was an inviting target.

SLAP!

She made no sound. I glanced to her face as soon as I had made the blow, and her lips were held tightly together.

SLAP!

This was a harder blow, but still, there was no sound from her. I did hear an ‘oo’ from Mina in the background, and there was a steady rustling of tight underwear being slid up slim legs behind me. I knew I was missing this, but I’d arranged the security cameras for just such a circumstance. I would see them, I’d see them all.

I continued to slap Cariad; I was lost in the moment. It was obvious to me now that she adored such treatment, and I had no reason to stop. After three of my hardest slaps, she began to blush, but it was several more before she opened her mouth, releasing the softest of sighs.

“I’ve wanted – SLAP - to do this – SLAP - for a long time, do you know – SLAP - that, Cariad?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“You do? You have such a – SLAP – high opinion of yourself? SLAP!”

“No, s-sir, nnnng!”

The ‘nnng’ was because I had found a bit more strength, after an encouraging gasp from Suchaminx. Aside from the fact that I had admired her for some time, I chose Cariad for this ordeal because I wanted to prove to the class that I wasn’t to be trifled with. I might be a substitute teacher, but I was no pushover.

The rustling stopped, but no girl put up her hand to urge me to stop spanking Cariad. I turned to face the class, all of whom were sitting down, hands on desks in an obedient pose. Mina, who had never had a lesson at the school before, was mimicking the others. She seemed like quite the delicate young lady, all of a sudden.

"Are you all wearing your underwear?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," they replied as one. Cariad followed with a breathy "yes, sir" a second later. I slapped her backside again. She yelped in surprise, then bit her lip, eyes clenched shut.

"So I suppose I should stop spanking this poor, innocent creature, shouldn't I?"

"No, sir," they replied lustily, Julie Truly responding with "Hell, no!"

Cariad smiled, nodded, turned her head to face me, took a deep breath, and agreed. "No, sir," she purred. I was only intending to give her half a dozen more slaps, but she inspired me to make it a round twenty.

SLAP!

At the end of ten consistent slaps, she was grunting aloud. “Hnng!” Ten more, and she was biting back sobs after every other slap, but bore them admirably. I left her panting, bent over my desk, and turned to face the room as though I had written the lesson plan on the blackboard.

"Hands up who has a wet pussy!" I said with a great deal of enthusiasm.

Every single hand went up. I turned to Cariad, who had put both of her hands in the air.

"Well, well, looks like Cariad is the dampest little secretary of the lot. Get up on the desk, Cariad, on all fours. Hup-two, hup-two, come on!”

Wearily, she clambered on, facing along the long length of the desk, so the room could see her profile. I wanted them to see more, so I nudged the edge of the desk until she was at a forty-five degree angle to them.

I lifted her skirt again, and unzipped the panties. There was a nervous latexy rustle from the watching girls, because apart from Mina they had no idea what I would do. Slowly, teasingly, I walked to my holdall out of sight of Cariad, and pulled out a silver bullet. It was about four inches long, and thick enough that I could not quite join my thumb and forefinger around it. Like a magician’s assistant, I held it up for the girls to see it clearly, indicating the wire that led off it. Then it was time for the vanishing trick.

I placed it at her pussy, and whispered "my, you are a wet one", just loud enough for everyone to hear. Slowly but firmly, I pushed the bullet into her, enjoying the slurping sounds as it went in further.

"This comes with an attachment that is a little fiddly," I said. "Hang on."

“Oo!” she giggled when I slid two fingers into her panties. The attachment was a small clit vibrator that was difficult to position with her in the black panties, but I managed it after a happy moment or two. It was stuck in place with some duct tape. I was then able to zip up the panties again, just leaving the thin insulated wire trailing off.

I went back to my bag, and took out the console that Mina had seen me test earlier. I plugged it in, and placed my hand on a small knob next to where Cariad's wire entered the console. "I don't have the energy to spank each of you during this lesson, and Miss Gonzales says that my caning skills leave a little to be desired, so I thought I'd use this. If you do well, you'll be rewarded."

I turned the dial three-quarters of the way around. The reaction was instantaneous. Cariad's head snapped back and her knees jumped an inch off the desk. "OhmySirPleaseSirCanICum?" she gabbled, kicking her feet up and down as she recovered her all-fours position.

I turned it off. She kicked the desk in frustration.

"No. None of you can, until I say. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," came the unenthusiastic response. The still-panting Cariad lolled her head forwards, and a little drool dripped out of her mouth and landed on the desk.

"There is another knob," I declared, stroking my fingertips over the console, "but this is for punishment purposes only. It would be unfair of me to inflict this on someone who was as well-behaved as young Cariad here."

"Aww!" said Suchaminx, who was apparently looking forward to the show.

"Cariad," I continued, ignoring the minxy interruption, "if I show the class what this does, I will let you cum. You have witnesses."

It was unfair of me to offer her this, particularly as I'd turned on the pleasant knob a little, but she understood that it would be horrible to endure. "Yes. I'm ready."

"Very well."

I turned the knob.

She stretched out rigid, then curled up into a ball, within half a second of each other. Her hands instinctively moved to her crotch, then moved back in a primal instinct to appear calm and in control. But it was the yell that scared everyone, me included. Now, remember that this was a woman who had endured several dozen full-strength slaps from me with barely a noise. She was no lightweight. Even so, she screamed aloud, eyes bulging, a throaty, terrifying scream that echoed off the room. I had left the knob turned on for ten seconds. Twenty seconds after I turned it off, she was still screaming so badly that I had to check the connections to make sure it HAD turned off.

I placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her. "You were very brave," I said, and she began to sob.

I turned to the silent audience. "Have you ever seen Cariad cum so hard that she would beg for it to stop? Who wants to see that?"

A forest of arms.

"Good." I turned the knob, and deliberately stepped away from the panel.

“Hnnn hnnn,” drooled Cariad.

I did want to get the lesson moving on, so I multi-tasked. While I placed cordless keyboards on each of the girls' desks, I told Cariad that she could cum whenever she wanted. I looked back to see it, a pretty, curvaceous woman snorting and shuddering. She was mostly silent, just the rhythmic "hnnn hnnn" sound that I was starting to love.

I had handed out half of the keyboards when she was ready to cum again. Politely and accurately, she asked. I had, after all, told her that she could cum. I did not specify how many times.

"Hnn hnn."

"Of course you can cum, my dear," I told her, waving my hand dismissively in her direction. Amazing how a simple gesture can provoke such a reaction from her. She kept on all-fours, but stretched like a cat, pushing her breasts down onto the table and her bottom in the air. Widget couldn't resist - she got up from her chair to look closer at Cariad.

"Man, those panties are watertight. There's no juice coming out at all."

"Th-there's juice in them," whimpered Cariad. "T-trust me."

I shook my head at the scene. It had been quite an evening class so far, and they were yet to begin typing.

End of part II

[Julie-Truly]

Hi peeple ... I had a little problem with local law enforcement ... uhm ... a case of miss-taken identity ... see, I had credit cards ... but with all different names? And this English cop said, "Miss, you have taken someone's identity" or something since you can hardly understand them cuz the English talk so weird? Anyways, I figure "Texas ... California ... New York ... England, a cop's a cop, right?" So, sweet as you please I offer him the usual oral persuasion and NOW he's talking about solicitation of prostitution!

So I get dragged before some judge guy with a mop on his head for a wig and he has the NERVE to call me an undesirable alien!!! "Ah-HEM ... you call THESE undesireable?" ... and I showed him the goods and then HE turns blue and has a cardiac or something so yours TRULY goes back to lockup ... gets like a two hour strip search from these dyke guards ... and FINALLY the American ambassador shows up and he says they want to deport me back but my country is behind me 100% and he says I will only be sent back to the good ol USA over his dead body. Sniff ... all for little me ... I was so proud ... dam skippy!

Anyways, if there's one thing I learned at the Texas State Correctonal .. uhm ... I mean ... School for Young Ladies ... its ... well, here I am!

I also got these glasses to wear as a disguise so they don't find me but I had to bust the glass out cuz I kept bumpig into stuff? But dont worry ... I didn't get all nerdy and start reading books or anything.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooo ... the bad girl from Texas is back ... but don't tell anyone! I'm in-cock-neato or something?

[suchaminx]

JT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trust me, you have been missed ~smiles and hugs~

Great to see you back, your writing always make me giggle

more ~hugs~ and see you soon minx xxx

[cariad]

As I came round from yet another orgasm, I looked up to see a girl coming into the class room. She was wearing the regulation Slothlands uniform and not dressed for secretarial glass; although her bull’s eye glasses did make her look as if she was the ideal candidate for the dragon of an old fashioned typing pool.

And then she spoke. Her accent instantly giving her away. I watched as Minxy jumped up and greeted her. But I had my suspicions.

Well, I did until the bullet inside me distracted all thoughts and claimed my body once again. Muscles contracting as they fought each other as to how they would distort my body as the knot of tension in my belly exploded, causing me to cry out over Minxy’s soft melodious voice.

As the shuddering faded, with just an occasional aftershock claiming me, my suspicions returned. The timing of JT’s return was no co-incidence. She had come, in disguise, to steal Qmoq’s silver bullet and smuggle it out of the country.

Whilst staying on all fours I rose to my full height, arching my back and lifting my head high and staring at her. Right now I intended to fight to never let it out of me, but there was no way she was going to be stealing it and passing it to some third rate clerk in the American Embassy to smuggle out on his next trip home.

But my plans to protect the National Treasure were interrupted as it started to come alive in me again, the silent growl which had been forming in my throat as I considered JT turned into a slightly less silent whimper and my hips recommenced their dance of first rolling and then straining first back and then upwards.

[Julie-Truly]

Hi minxie! I can remember a math teacher who looked at one of my tests and said my writing always made her giggle too so thanks for the memories! Now for the late night slumber parties in the dorms where we can play music, paint each others toenails, talk about boys (and girls?) ... and give mouth to mouth resucitation to a bottle of Jack Daniels? And Ed used to think I was a bad influence on the English girls, imagine?

[maddie]

Location: Miss Gonzales' office
Time: Saturday evening, August 19


*knock knock knock*

*irritated sigh* *sound of a pen being dropped on a desk*

"Come in!"

*thunk*

"Yes, Miss....Truly, I believe it is? What is it?

"Again? Are you quite sure it was Mr. Stoat?"

"What on earth does 'dam skippy' mean?"

"Yes, fine. I'll speak to him, AGAIN, about not hovering in the area when you girls are changing. No, I wouldn't think he needed to take 20 minutes to change a light bulb. Is that all?"

"No, Miss Truly, I will not share my 'kick-ass tequila' with you."

"No, Miss Truly, not even if you have photos of me in a cage. The whole school has them by now, I'm sure."

"Honestly, Miss Truly, if you spent half the effort you exert in trying to get out of doing your assignments actually DOING your assignments, you'd be much better off. And no, I'm not going to give you the answers to the first secretarial exam."

"Yes, Miss Truly. I'd have to agree that Mr. Stoat is a malodorous pervert. But I am working on the malodorous part."

"No, Miss Truly, I will not tell you any of the intimate details of what I do with Mr. Stoat. If you're so desperate to know, put your brain to use and figure out how to get into the security office like the rest of the girls have."

*knock knock*

*exceedingly irritated sigh*

"COME IN!"

*thunk*

"What is it, ladies?"

"NO. I will not sneak up on Mr. Stoat as he guards the security office, smack him on the ass, and say, 'What are you going to do about that, sailor?', and run away so you ladies can get into the security office!"

"I said 'no' and I meant 'no'."

"Fine. If it'll get you to leave me alone."

*rustling noise as Miss Gonzales gets a bottle of the kick-ass tequila and gives it to the students, who leave cheerfully"

[Qmoq]

(Not as Ted, this time...)

Blush and a giggle! Maddie, you are too cute. I especially love the idea of someone just reading your post, and having no idea what the hell you're talking about. "Who is Miss Gonzales?" "Ted who?" "Tequila?"

I'll try my best to finish Ted's next part of the secretarial lesson, so he can then be free to teach Miss G a lesson.

Q xx

[cariad]

(also out of character...)

I have heard many times that writing dialogue is the most difficult form of writing there is. You succeeded Maddie - huuuuuugs!

cariad

[maddie]

*blushes furiously*

Thanks, y'all. :)

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear diary,

Dear God in heaven! What was that I drank? After a particularly long binge on the JD I found some coffee in one of the girl's lockers. I like coffee, although too much tends to send me places where no headmaster should dare to tread...

Anyway, the coffee was obviously excellent as it was labeled "Colombian Gold Finest" It did taste a bit odd, was a strange colour and smelt unlike any other coffee I've ever tasted before. This I put down to the 5 bottles of JD that preceeded it.

Then-wallop. Bloody lizards everywhere! Walls, celing, outside and up my gown. I don't remember much, but have odd thoughts and half-remembered memories of some pretty weird shit.

Now I'm back-and guess what? A bloody inspection due! look at this:

My Dearest Director of Slothlands

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To Whom it May Concern:

This is to notify you that the department of Health and Sexual Services is planning a visit to your Academy of higher learning within the next fortnight. Please be aware that we intend to inspect your grounds, your classrooms, your cafeteria and expecially your meat. As the head of the department I shall conduct the meat inspection myself.

Yours in Cleanliness,

Dhyanna Cervantes


Holy Carruthers!

What do I do next? Well, there seems to be only one person who can help-Ted. He appears to be engaged in some odd stuff of his own, though.

OK. Pull yourself together, Ed Master.

First things first.

STAND UP THAT GIRL WHO BROUGHT THAT COFFEE INTO MY SCHOOL!

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed Master is pacing his study, a serious look on his face. He is faced with a potential disaster with the impending inspection. He vaguely knows of this Head Inspector and the knowledge fills him with gloom and a sense of foreboding. His extensive files of potential blackmail victims in high places fails to give him any hope as none of them refer to an official in this particular field. There are many references to many officials, many of them in fields, but none that help him now.

He paces and swigs wildly from a bottle of JD. With his years of practise miraculously not a single drop is spilled.

He suddenly pauses in mid-stride and grabs at the letter, a triumphant look on his face. This Dhyanna wants to inspect his meat! Taken literally this means he can take her into the darkest of the meat storage lockers-and that is one that he has secretly converted for his own uses, not so much for storing meat, but restoring it to glory.

He finishes his JD and hurries to the locker. Looking around carefully, he selects a key and unlocks the huge door. Reaching inside he clicks on the light switch.

The powerful overhead tubes flicker into life. Ed looks at the stainless-steel rack with the leather restraints fastened to each corner. He grins as he surveys the equipment he had sent over with Marie Gonzales-the electrical devices and the other toys he has never tried before.

Ed's grin grows bigger. Dhyanna Cervantes wants to see the parts of the school that need inspection. Ed wants to see the parts of Dhyanna Cervantes that need inspection...

[MJs dhyanna]

The drive to Slothlands Academy was long and hot and Dhyanna Cervantes was in a sour mood and cursed the humidity of the country as she pulled up the long, well-manicured drive and came to a stop on the beautiful cobblestones.

"Trying to impress me with their hand polished cobblestones" SNORT

She walked to the door of the establishment and before she could open it the door was flung open and a handsome man stood (a trifle unsteadily) staring at her. He stepped back and held the door open further. Dhyanna detected the odor of JD (being an old fashioned southern belle) and an expensive smelling cigar lingering around him like a miscreants halo. Walking into the dimly lit hallway, Dhyanna was impressed by the amount of tastefully displayed erotic art images that hung there.

"Dhyanna Cervantes" she mumbled coldly extending a hand that was as cold and limp as the greeting.

Sweat ran down her back still making her red, silk blouse uncomfortably sticky and she was glad she had chosen a lightweight half cup bra to wear under it. Her short cotton skirt was a refreshing contrast to the silk of her blouse, and the garter she wore under it made her feel cool and breezy in the absence of underwear. As she stared at the man now shaking her hand she thought she noticed a glint in his eye as he motioned her toward what looked to be his office.

[Uncle_Ed]

The door flung open as Ed Master anticipated the arrival of the Inspector.
Ed was amazed at the lovely sight that greeted his bleary eyes, the result of a large cigar and far too much JD, and he blinked furiously.

"Dear God" Ed thought to himself, glancing down at his favourite polished cobblestone that was strategically-placed by the door, "She's either not wearing any knickers-or that stone has cracked..."

He noticed her long-legged walk as she swayed into the hall, her eyes darting to his collection of pictures on the walls. Her hand shake was a disappointment however and she felt like a handful of wet lettuce as she mumbled her name, "Dhyanna Cervantes".

Ed was immediately antagonised by the woman, and her silk blouse and short skirt did little to appease him. He gestured for her to walk ahead of him to his study, which was a few paces down the hall and her damp appearance caused him to grin to himself as he imagined what she would be like after a short period in the meat-locker.

"Do sit down, Miss, is it?" Ed inquired.

"Yes-it is!" she snapped in return as she smoothed the short skirt beneath her she sat on the edge of the leather chair he had indicated she should use.

She perched uncomfortably on the edge of the chair and Ed could see that the cool leather meeting her thighs had produced the result for which he had planned. He stole a glance at her nipples that had sprung to attention beneath the thin red silk and he was gratified that they were unhindered by the tiny bra the woman wore.

Ed sat in his own chair behind his huge old oak desk. His chair was several inches higher than the one placed in front of the monstrous old piece of furniture and was designed to make him appear quite terrrifyingly enormous as he peered down upon the unfortunate sitting before him.

"Miss Cervantes" Ed said slowly, picking up a dagger-shaped letter opener and playing with it, his eyes locked on the now nervous Dhyanna.

"So-what has prompted your request for an inspection at this time?"

She shuffled on the edge of the chair, which promptly made rather embarrassing noises that caused her to become even further unsettled. Ed's inward grin grew huger at her evident discomforture.

"The head of the Department of Health and Sexual Services herself"; she emphasised the word; "has determined that your Academy be inspected. That head is me-and I have heard some rather disturbing things about the place!"

She lifted her chin and glared defiantly at the highly-amused Ed who watched her attempt to gain control of the situation. As she looked like a senior girl herself who had been called in to answer for her misconduct, her efforts fell well short of the mark.

"My dear Miss Cervantes" Ed said, carefully but violently stabbing the point of the letter opener into the thick oak of his desk where it quivered not unlike Dhyanna who watched it open-mouthed. "You are of course most welcome to inspect any part of my little establishment. BUT..." he went on, "I must insist on conducting you around personally!" He smiled. Dhyanna flickered her gaze between his wolf-like smile and the blade embedded in the desk. She swallowed hard.

[Julie-Truly]

What was that crack? Something about a "loud American voice ... so not British"? I am sooooooooo going to sue the school for discrimintization ... once I get the criminal charges against me dropped about the credit card thing ... and the solicitation ... and resistng arrest ... you people have too many laws!

Admit it ... you missed me, your headmserliness!

Truly, Julie Truly (uhm ... did I stutter?)

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna composed herself with difficulty after staring at the letter opener jutting up from the desk. Swallowing hard, she shifted, causing the leather chair to again make noises and making her wish she had worn a longer skirt.

"Really, there is no need to trouble yourself with guiding me around, I am sure that your staff can guide me just fine, err one of your members, ummmm one of your staff members I mean."

Dhyanna cursed her slip of the tongue and the schoolgirlish mess she made of the last sentence that caused her face to flame red with embarrassment. He was still looking at her like a cat watches a mouse caught in a mouse trap and she felt her nipples harden more. Damn him, she thought, why wasn't he old and feeble instead of handsome and virile.

"So, shall we start with your meat?" Dhyanna asked to difuse the tension in the room.

She gasped as the implications of the statement hit her. Again her cheeks reddened but she maintained eye contact with the headmaster and tried to act unconcerned by her gaffe. Ed chuckled and stood up as Dhyanna fought to regain her composure for the second time in less than an hour. He motioned her through a doorway and Dhyanna hesitated for a second before exiting the office.

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed motioned Dhyanna out of his office and a low chuckle escaped him as she fled before him, a walk being beyond her by this point. Her heels clicked on the flooring and Ed followed her, the sight of her body clearly visible through the soaked red blouse a most pleasing view.

"If you would care to proceed through the kitchen to your left" Ed waved a hand, "Then you can see the meat locker directly across from you".

Dhyanna failed to notice that the kitchen was old and clearly hadn't been used in a while, so desparate was she to get out of the confines of Ed's study. She clicked across the old quarry stone flooring and waited for Ed, listening to the jangle of a large bunch of keys he had fetched out of his pocket.

He strode around her and fumbled briefly with the lock until it opened and he disappeared into the gloom within the room. Absentmindedly, Dhyanna followed him in and barely had time to gasp or duck as a heavy canvas bag slipped over her head. Ed pulled tight the slip-knot and the bag was firmly fixed around Dhyanna's throat.

Instinctively, she raised her hands which were seized and securely tied together. Ed bent his knees and threw Dhyanna over his left shoulder, straightened and carried her over to the waiting rack. He lowered her-none too gently-and before she had recovered, strapped her ankles to the two lower rings, her legs apart and her skirt rucked up.

Ed licked his lips...

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales felt the need for a drink between classes and headed for the old kitchen, where she had been keeping a stash of her best tequila. Ted had found all the hiding spots in her office, so she'd taken to using the old kitchen, which didn't get used for much of anything anymore.

As she walked into the kitchen, she heard a small ruckus and looked around, wondering what cariad and suchaminx were up to this time. To her surprise, she saw the headmaster (who appeared sober, for a change, prompting Miss Gonzales to think she ought to mark the date on her calendar) slip a bag over someone's head, then tie the person's wrists.

Startled, Miss Gonzales dropped the crop she carried, (you just never know when you'll need one, and her previous boss, the dictator, had taught her that it was bad form to be without something to inflict pain on another person) started to leave the room, then promptly backed into a coat rack, sending it toppling to the floor. The headmaster's head whipped around and Miss Gonzlaes raised her hands as if to indicate that she had seen nothing and had never been there. The headmaster glowered and Miss Gonzales turned and ran, forgetting completely what she'd gone for.

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna walked quickly out of the suddenly stiffling office of the headmaster and headed down the hall at what she hoped was a brisk businesslike pace and not the frantic "run like hell" pace it actually was. Eds chuckle followed her as he lead her into the kitchen.

Dhyanna scarcely noticed the state of the kitchen so intent was her focus on getting into her professional comfort zone where she did not feel like such a....woman.

Ed opened the door to a room and motioned her to enter. The room was pitch black but Dhyanna never even noticed. She stepped inside and at first thought she had walked into a huge spider web. It covered her head and face completely then she felt a constriction at her throat. Her hands flew reflexively to her neck and she was restrained and lifted. She felt herself being carried then dumped on a hard surface. She felt her ankles being pulled apart and fastened and she could tell her short skirt had ridden up exposing her bare (and terribly wet) pussy. She struggled briefly and cursed Ed at the top of her lungs.

She heard a crash in the background and started to call for help.

[cariad]

To all my fellow pupils:

Okay girls we have a problem here, actually we have two problems – no three problems, groan.

Anyway, you remember that ‘special’ drink which the man from the chocolate shop gave us with his last delivery of chocolate. The one where he said that if we all took just one pinch dissolved in a glass of warm water before he sneaked in at night with our orders he would not charge us…..well… Ed Master found it in my locker. I suppose I should have known better than to hide something in my underwear with him around. And he has taken it! Well that is problem number one.

Problem number two is that he thinks it is coffee, not surprising I guess given that it was labeled coffee, but he must have got through 3 spoonfuls of the stuff. Can tell you he looked very weird afterwards, and left swaying muttering things about latex and Fanny Craddock and tarts. (Oh, in case you wondered, I had been having a shower after undertaking a little extra secretarial practice, which is how I came to see this disaster.)

But onto problem three! I have seen the jar on his desk and am quite convinced that he will be serving Dhyanna Cervantes a cup ‘coffee’ when she comes to carry out the inspection. It could be the only time an inspector is inspected, and there is no way with that stuff inside her she will be able to say no.

We have to get that jar back, or there will be no more free chocolate and the report which Ms Cervantes writes, well am sure your guesses are as good as mine…

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed was startled by a sudden clattering from the old kitchen. Looking quickly up, but keeping a firm hold of the cursing Dhyanna, he saw the hastily-retreating figure of Marie Gonzales. His mood lightened as he had long since harboured a desire to have something to hold over the girl and this was his chance.

He returned his full attention to the Inspector who by now sounded frantic.

"Shh, Miss Inspector" Ed whispered, "The more you struggle-the longer it will take to get this hood off of you. Hush now..."

Dhyanna quietened and Ed was able to secure her wrists to the top of the rack and get her spread-eagled out on the device. "Keep very quiet now, or I will have to gag you" Ed murmered into her ear.

He removed the hood and Dhyannas flushed face peered up at him. She was red in the cheeks and Ed wondered if it was all from the confinement of the hood he now held in his hands. Her breasts rose and fell as she sucked air into her lungs and Ed admired her nipples through the near-transparent silk of her soaked blouse.

Ed stood back and surveyed the captive girl. He checked the leather straps binding her and turned to go. Dhyanna watched in amazement as Ed walked through the heavy door and turned off the lights-plunging the locker into a deep darkness.

"Now you wait, dear lady" He said. "I'll be back, so reflect carefully on how you want this to turn out"

Ed closed the door and locked it. He knew the door made a soundproof seal and was unworried by Dhyanna attempting to call for help. He pocketed the keyring and walked back out through the kitchen, intent on catching Marie at the earliest opportunity.

He made his way back towards his study but paused, pondering the open door to his hallowed chambers. Moving swiftly and silently through the door he peeked around the door and was amazed to see the figure of a pupil picking up the coffee jar from where he had placed it with his coffee-maker.
Ed screwed up his eyes, who was the girl..?

[suchaminx]

I froze as I heard the door opening

sh1t and bugger that Julie Truly must think being a look out translates into American as drop your mates in it with the Headmaster

Ok Ok Minxy, think on your feet .............crikey why did whether or not I was horizontal affect how I though - laying on my back I could think no problem but stood up - what chance did a girl have.

I turned and gave Ed Master my sweetest smile - remembering that innocent ones don't work

'Hello Sir, ummmmmm I guess you are wondering why I am here, well its like this none of the other girls would do it'

I had my fingers crossed behind my back at this stage - which was really hard as I was trying to hold the coffee jar too and didn't want to drop it- because I didn't want the other girls to think I was trying to get them into trouble.

Ed raised his eyebrows and glared at me but didn't say a word

I continued

‘Well it’s like this Sir, us girls, wanted to do well with the Inspector here, were doing some extra lessons’

I swear I saw a glimmer of a grin or was it dis-belief, but carried on regardless

‘ and well we have found something out about this coffee and its well, its well, ummmm’

‘Out with it girl’ Ed said impatiently. My mind wondered for a minute out with,,,,,,,,,mmmmmmmm. No stop it just tell him

I stumbled the following words

‘ well um, well what it, well its like this, um, well it’s just that if you drink this coffee its means you will in future have an allergic reaction to latex, spanking and rhubarb’

Phew……………I wonder if I got away with it…..

[Qmoq]

[Apologies if this doesn’t fit in with the current theme, but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to post it! It’s based on a filthy e-mail I wrote to a chum. Q xx]

The Shepherdess And The Caretaker

“I have to go now,” said Miss Gonzales, just as the party was getting into full swing, “But if you move an inch towards any woman while I’m gone, my dear Ted, you will get a kick from a Texan. And you do not want that.”

“No, ma’am,” smiled Ted, sipping on his Jim Beam before giving Miss Gonzales a passionate kiss goodnight. The girls giggled around him and promised her that they would be sure he did as she asked.

“I mean it!” snarled Miss Gonzales. “If I found that you’ve put your cock in anyone in this room, I will put a triple dose of Viagra in your tea, tie you to the bed, then toss horseshoes at you.”

In the next room, which happened to be a toilet, the shepherdess knew that this was the best chance she had to get to him. Ted’s birthday party, when he would be... well, older than her but not too old. Young enough to still give her heart flutters every time she thought of him. She had worshipped him from afar for some time, and wanted to make a good first impression, so she had sneaked into the party which Ed had graciously offered to host in the presence of all staff and pupils. She hid in the girls' toilet, then stripped naked. Knowing his attraction to such things, she attached clamps to her nipples, which were pink and perky, and she wrote "Please fuck me, Ted!" in lipstick on her stomach. Then, last of all, she put handcuffs on behind her back. There is no way that Ted could resist her now, she thought.

Unfortunately, on her way out of the toilet, two girls walked in, arm in arm with each other. They screamed with delight when they saw her and her strident message, and they wondered if they should have some fun with her first.

Fortunately for the shepherdess, they decided to present her to Ted as a present, but wanted to add a little more to her self-inflicted bondage. The taller one, Dhyanna, rushed off, returning a moment later with a clit-clamp and a ballgag, both of which she roughly applied to the poor shepherdess (“Unng! NYOWWW!”), and then the teasing began, with much squeaking and struggling as Dhyanna and the other girl, Widget, pinched and slapped at her resistance.

After about twenty minutes of tickling and touching and inserting and fingernails over her skin, Dhyanna grabbed the shepherdess by the hair, tugged her out of the toilets, and presented her before Ted.

"Wow," he said. He was dressed in only a loincloth, which was already twitching. "What have we here? What's your name?"

She remained silent, unsure of what to say.

“Sorry, I know that was a hard question,” smiled Ted. “Ok, what do you do?”

"Nyeperness!" she replied.

"Shepherdess! My my, what a delightful occupation. And what a pretty little clit-clamp you have too." He reached down and gave it a twist. "You like that?"

She could not deny it. "Mmmesss!"

"Yes, you do. Just by running my fingers over your pussylips, I can feel it getting wetter. You must really enjoy your clit being tortured by me, mustn't you?"

He then spent a few minutes grabbing, releasing, then grabbing and twisting her three clamps. Dhyanna and Widget joined in, and the shepherdess had six hands roaming her body, stroking her skin, and three pairs of lips about to kiss her.

Dhyanna whispered something to Ted, and he smiled warmly. “For no reason,” he began, “I think I shall remove my trousers and stand here with an erect penis.”

There was a polite round of applause as he did so. It was Dhyanna who then took charge. “Girls,” she snapped, “don’t just stand around gawping, help me out here!"

Four more girls joined the group. They knew what needed to be done. They lifted her up in the air, one on each leg, two holding her under the small of her back, two holding her at the top of the back, face up. When the leg-girls spread her legs open, the shepherdess realised what was about to happen. Ted was going to stand there, and the six girls were going to pull her on, and take her off his cock. And there was not a single thing that she could do about it. She could not beg them to go faster, or slower, she could wriggle, but knew that that would only upset the girls, and she felt horribly vulnerable with the three clamps on her body.

More girls came over to see - some traced fingers over her body, concentrating on the "Please fuck me, Ted!" on her stomach - others pinched and twisted any skin they could, just to watch her reaction. One or two seemed to want to pinch her nose so she spent half of the time wondering when she would next be able to breathe.

The sensation overwhelmed her, she began to buck, looking whenever she could at Ted, standing still, gazing down at her with a broad grin on his face because he was legally in the clear. When she bucked a second time, he could not stop himself thrusting gently into her, each micro-push less than an inch, but enough to make her shudder. She came gently, and his work was done. With a wave of his hand, the girls took her back to the toilets, where she was returned to the stall that contained her clothes. Her handcuffs were unlocked, and she was free to go. She cleaned herself up, and left, glad that he enjoyed his birthday present.

The end.

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales ran into her office, slamming the door. Ted, who should have been out raking leaves, looked up at her. He was stretched out on the sofa, reading the sports page of yesterday's paper.

"I need you to protect me, Ted."

Ted looked up, a confused look on his face. "You need me to protect you?"

Marie bent over, picked out a bottle of water from the small fridge near her desk, and turned to face Ted. "Yes, Ted. I believe that's what I just said. And get your shoes off my sofa."

"Sure, babe." Ted kicked his shoes off. "Why do you need me to protect you? Hell, I'm scared of you half the time."

Marie leaned against her desk. "The headmaster."

Ted's eyes widened. "The headmaster? What did you do now?"

"I didn't do anything! I just went to get a drink between classes and saw him tying up some lady in the old kitchen."

"What were you doing in the old kitchen?"

Marie blushed. Quickly, she said, "I still get lost around here. You know that. Anway. I didn't want to disturb him and when I was trying to get out without him noticing, I backed into a coat rack. I still don't know what a coat rack is doing in the old kitchen."

Ted shifted uncomfortably, hoping that the headmaster didn't find the other things he'd stashed in the old kitchen rather than putting them in the sheds as he was supposed to have done. He swung around to a sitting position and patted the sofa. Marie walked over and sat down. He put his arm around her.

"I'm sure the headmaster was just busy punishing a student. He'll forget all about it."

"It wasn't a student, Ted. I didn't recognize her."

"Really?" Ted asked excitedly. Miss Gonzales glared at him and he coughed, then, in a calmer voice, said, "Oh. Really? So...you don't know who it is? And you say he was tying her up in the old kitchen?"

"Yes, Ted. And he gave me the meanest look. I . . .oh, dear." She looked at her empty hands. "Dammit! I must have dropped Old Faithful!"

"Your crop? Your favorite crop? MY favorite crop?"

Marie sighed dejectedly. "Yes. I must have dropped it when I hit that coat rack."

Ted stood. "Don't worry about the headmaster, pet. I'm sure he'll forget all about seeing you there. And I'll even go see if I can retrieve your crop. Can't have you lose that."

Marie leaned back on the sofa and sighed. "Thanks, Ted." She looked at her watch. "Crappity doo dah. I'm supposed to be in class." She stood, opened the doors to the cabinet Ted had installed ages ago, and pulled out a flogger. Ted instinctively backed away a few steps.

Opening the door and standing back so she could leave first, Ted said, "I'm sure everything will be fine." As she walked out in front of him, Ted stared at Miss Gonzales' ass. "Yup. Just fine."

Miss Gonzales turned and kissed Ted lightly on the cheek, then turned and walked down the hall. Ted leaned in the doorway to her office and smiled, thinking, "So. . . the headmaster is tying up strange women in the old kitchen, eh? I think she'll need some attention from good old Ted Stoat." Slowly, he walked back into her office, picked up his shoes, and, with an even bigger smile, grabbed a cane from her cabinet.

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed Master frowned at suchaminx. She was clearly flustered and lying through her teeth so everything was as normal. He dismissed her with a casual wave of his hand and a mumbled, vague threat and she turned and walked quickly away; her relief tangible.

Ed sat at his desk and considered his priorities. Dhyanna wasn't going anywhere soon and Ed had the keys to the locker in his pocket, so she was safe from prying eyes-and hands and other things. He went through the events of the last hour and suddenly realised that Marie had dropped something when she had so clumsily knocked into the coat rack that Ed knew full well should have been long since stored outside.

He stood. He yawned and then made his way slowly back to the deserted kitchen. Squatting down, he peered under the kitchen units and, spotting a familiar-looking item, he reached under the base unit and pulled out an extremely wicked crop. He recognised it immediately. It was Marie's favourite implement and the dread of each and every girl in Slothlands.

Ed stood, his knees protesting as he did so and Ed swore softly. He ran the crop through his hands enjoying the feel of it against his fingers. He swung round and marched out of the kitchen pausing only to switch out the lights as he went. He turned away from his study and walked in the opposite direction towards the classroom where he knew Marie would be teaching at that time.

As he walked Ed mulled over the day in his mind. He was in a good mood as his options became clear and he was almost smiling as he arrived outside of the classroom where he could hear Marie telling the girls to pipe down and shut up. He grinned at her use of idiomatic English.

He gripped the door handle gingerly and was relieved not to receive an electric shock as he had several times previously. Marie took her practical teaching very seriously.

"Ed..Ed Master" Marie stammered as he entered. She looked at the crop he carried and her hands flew to her face. Her eyes darted from Ed's face to the crop and back.

"Miss Gonzales, I'm so very sorry to disturb you" Ed said smoothly. "But I need to know; JUST WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING SPYING ON ME?!"

Marie jumped as Ed seldom raised his voice. The girls froze and stared at Ed in shock. Ed held the crop in both hands and bent it into a bow and watched Marie following his movements like a hypnotised rabbit.

"I, er, that is I..." she tailed off, dismally aware that she had been caught and was about to suffer the consequences.

[maddie]

One of the girls giggled. Miss Gonzales raised her chin, narrowed her eyes, and said, tersely, "Headmaster. I am in the middle of a lesson. I must insist you leave the room so I may finish."

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed's jaw dropped and he stood there stunned. Gradually his colour rose and a vein in his neck stood out. Marie caught her breath. "Oh Christ-on-a-bike" she thought to herself, "That was the last thing you should have said you fool!"

"What did you just say to me?" Ed spoke softly but his voice carried to all the girls in the room, most of whom promptly wet themselves a little.

Marie shuffled from one foot to the other and looked down, one hand still at her mouth and the other instinctively going around to cover her bum. She kept her head lowered but peered up at Ed through raised eyes. The effect was powerful and Ed knew that he had his chance.

"I ask little of my staff." Ed purred, thoroughly enjoying himself, "But you" he pointed at Marie with the crop, "Have gone too far. Oh yes. Much too far!"

Marie's heart speeded up. She felt the heat in her cheeks and silently railed against being so revealing of her feelings in front of the class. She watched as Ed took her chair and placed in front of the class with its seat facing away from them. She knew what was coming her hand clenched the seat of her short skirt in anticipation.

"All right then, Miss" Ed stood to one side and gestured to Marie.

"Assume the time-honoured position please". He moved to the side.

Marie stumbled slowly forward and bent over the back of the chair and placed her hands flat on it's seat. Her actions caused the short skirt to rise up and show the tops of her stockings. Ed tucked the crop under one arm and tugged on the hem of the skirt, raising it and turning it back across her bent form. The girls in the class remained glued to their seats, their eyes fixed on the tiny transparent panties that did little to hide Marie from their looks.

Ed savoured the moment. It was better than his warped imagination could have asked for, a perv's dream come true. Oh! How he loved his job!

"I think that 12 strokes will suffice. You will, of course, count each one"

"Yes Headmaster. I shall receive 12 strokes. I shall count each one and be grateful. Thank you Headmaster."

Ed's eyebrows rose. Ted must have been taking private classes, he thought.

Ed raised the crop. He surveyed the luscious bottom before him and took aim.

"Crack" The crop whistled through the air and landed dead centre. There was a moment of silence..

"OH SHIT!" Marie wailed and wriggled but her hands stayed flat."One, thank you Sir!"

Ed grinned. The crop had bitten hard and an angry red mark blossomed on Maries rear under the thin white panties. Ed decided to leave them in place. They served no practical purpose, besides which the contrast of the white and red looked appealing to him.

He swung again; again and again.

Marie wept and hissed through her gritted teeth, but credit due, stayed in place and counted: "Two, thank you Sir; Three, thank you Sir..."

Tha girls in the class looked at one another. cariad smirked at suchaminx who had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Ed Master was clearly really very good at this bottom-warming lark and she imagined what it must feel like to be on the receiving end. cariad was thinking much the same about her friend and wondered if Ed had gone for suchaminx's lie?

Marie was thinking that she wished it was all over. Her arse was afire and her thin panties were even more transparent where she was wetting them. She knew she would be unable to sit for a few days as Ed was not holding back and demonstrated a powerful forehand stroke.

Ed continued to strike. "By God" He thought, "This is one hell of a crop!"

He watched at the unfortunate Marie's behind turning an angry deep red, the overall colour indispersed with purple welts where the tongue of the crop had struck deeper. The colourful show peeked out at him through the seat of the panties and Ed admired the effect.

"CRACK" "OWW!! Damn! Bugger! Shit! Eleven! Thank you Sir! OHH!" Marie shook as she tried her best not to move. Ed hesitated and gently stroked the crop over her bum. Marie pushed against the crop's caress, hating herself for loving the feelings in her groin.

"Hmm. One left." Ed spoke very softly. "Think again before spying. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y..yes Headmaster. Crystal clear"

Ed took aim for the last time. He pulled his arm back, way back and swung with his full strength. There was an almighty "CRACK" and Marie finally gave way. Her knees buckled and her hands flew to soothe her flame-red arse.

"Twelve SIR! Thank you SIR! Can I go now SIR?"

Ed took ahold of Marie and straightened her up. He stood her in front of the class and looked at the girls before him.

"This is what can happen to any one of you!" He said this looking straight at suchaminx who suddenly found a small discolouration on her desk to be fascinating...

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna trembled in the darkness and wondered what was to happen to her. She had been called names a few times in her line of work but never physically manhandled and, if the truth be known, she had loved it. But now in the cold, dark room she was begining to think maybe Ed had more sinister things in store for her. She moaned softly and decided against calling for help again. She needed to save her strength...but for what she had no way of knowing.

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales watched as the Headmaster abruptly turned and stormed out of the classroom. Slowly, with a much dignity as she could muster, she stood and faced her class.

"Class dismissed." She turned her back to the students and made a concerted effort to thoroughly erase the board.

The students looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. Julie-Truly grabbed her books and bolted with Mina not far behind. Cariad and Suchaminx were slower to gather their things and leave. Cariad paused as they walked toward the door and opened her mouth, but Suchaminx tugged on her sleeve and nodded toward the door. Cariad nodded and followed Suchaminx out the door.

When the door closed, Miss Gonzales' shoulders drooped a bit and she closed her eyes. She rested her head against the cool of the chalkboard for a moment, then turned to gather her things. She knew she'd need to get some ointment on the welts soon.

She scanned her desk, then the rest of the room. Slamming her hand on her desk in frustration, she exclaimed, "He didn't even have the courtesy to leave my crop!"

[Widget]

I have been away for a week camping across the lake over at the boy’s academy for a little R & R. Boy I needed the rest after that little party last week and Ted Stoats secretary lessons. I still can’t believe that man is a teacher but man he makes learning very interesting.

The school has been unusually silent today. Normally I can attribute this to some Silent Sam and tonic as it makes every thing smoother but something was in the air today. Miss Gonzales was no where to be seen at all and the headmaster was also curiously absent.

For a change I was grateful not to have met anyone in the corridors because I had to sneak back in due to my unexplained absence. I was pretty sure no one would notice because I had sent in a note from my Great Grammy Ethel calling me home for a few days due to the death of Uncle Hedwig. I figured I was covered. I had also paper clipped a twenty to the note just to encourage no further questions.

I was sneaking through the kitchen when I decided I needed some more ice for my afternoon martinis. The ice machine upstairs has not worked since I got here, when I had opened the door to the ice machine a pile of assorted corsets and latex body suits had fallen out. I would have expected more from a school of this caliber.

I scooped up a bucket full of ice, grabbed the chocolate ice cream and headed to the dorm to find out what had been going on while I was relaxing.

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed whistled softly to himself as he walked slowly back towards the old kitchen. He had enjoyed humiliating Marie in front of her class and it had done his own reputation no harm, either. Some of the girls had looked downright frightened.

He carried Marie's crop in his hands and his hands were clasped loosely behind his back. Anyone seeing him would have remarked on his cheerful expression.

He put the crop to one side once he reached the kitchen and fully expected it to disappear once he had gone into the meat-locker.

Ed found the keyring in his pocket and unlocked the door, pausing before entering only to switch on the lights. He blinked in the cold glare and looked down at Dhyanna's bound form. He smiled slowly.

Dhyanna looked back at Ed. He could see the look in her eyes that gave her away. Instead of being scared now she was clearly intrigued by her helplessness. Ed was pleased but determined to find out who it was exactly that had prompted Dhyanna to attempt to damage the Slothlands reputation.

He walked over to a work surface and lifted the hinge on a wooden crate.

"Hmm. This looks as though I could use it" Ed said, lifting out a complicated device. He studied it with a puzzled frown on his face and examined several components. Dhyanna remained silent as she also regarded the odd-looking apparatus.

Ed read out loud; "Attach sensors to...hmm. Insert plug...yes. Switch on pump and check suction. Clip electrodes-well I never! Thats a good idea"

Dhyanna listened with increasing excitement and dread. The convoluted tubes and coiled wires looked menacing and Ed clearly had grasped their significance.

He turned to Dhyanna and spoke. "Well, Miss Inspector. Will you tell me now who is really behind all this nonsense-or do I get to have some fun?"

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna stoically appraised Ed as she fought down her fear. It would never do for him to see her fear or her excitement. She cleared her throat, raw from her earlier attempts at screaming, and fixed her gaze on the interesting looking device Ed now held, then she spoke.

"I have no idea to what or to whom you are referring. This place was due an inspection and I am here to provide it. Now you will kindly let me go and I will forgo mention of this in my report."

Dhyannas business like tone faded away and her voice actually broke with lust as she fully understood the significance of the apparatus Ed held out to her. She contemplated spilling all of the information she had but then decided against it. How bad could it be?

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed happily played with the machine's components until he was satisfied he knew what they all did. Dhyanna's false bravado had amused him and he was even more anxious to see how she would react to his attention.

"I have decided that this thing should have a name." He grinned and continued, "As you have said no to providing me with information, I shall call it a Dhy-no-mometer. It will measure your talk!" Ed cracked up. Dhyanna looked at him and thought that nothing he could possibly do to her could be worse than that joke.

Ed leaned over Dhyanna and unbuttoned her silk blouse. He threw apart the two sides and stared at her breasts spilling out of the tiny bra. He found the zip at the side or her skirt and removed it completely. He was somewhat surprised to find that she was delightfully shaven and smooth and couldn't resist running a hand over her mons to appreciate the smooth feel of her. Dhyanna shuddered.

Ed turned to the bench and unscrewed the cap from a tube of gel. He squeezed an amount onto her breasts and rubbed it over them, a lustful look on his face. Dhyanna had to say something.

"Ed Master" She panted "What do you hope to-uh...gain from-oh! All this?"

Ed glanced at her face. The expression of amusement stopped her dead and she blushed an even deeper shade.

Ed lifter up two plastic cups, fitted with long hoses. He plugged the machine into a wall socket and pressed a switch. A pump started up and air hissed down the cups. Ed positioned them over the startled girl's breasts and the suction clamped them into place. Dhyanna bit her lip. The insistent sucking gradually caused her tits to swell into the plastic funnels, a not unpleasant feeling, she thought.

Ed watched for a moment. He located another smaller tube and followed it to the end. Checking there was suction he bent over and very carefully rubbed some gel into Dhyannas pussy lips, noting her twisting as his fingers touched her. He lowered the hissing tube until the air pressure caused her clit to noticably rise and then the tube pulled itself onto her with a "schmuk" sound. Dhyanna gasped.

"That's a good start" Ed leered. "Of course-the best is yet to come!"

He swung his hands out from behind his back. In them were a stainless-steel butt plug and an equally gleaming dildo. Thick cables snaked from each.

"OH-and by the way. Your nipples and clit are covered in a conductive gel and are being sucked into steel contacts in the tube devices.I will shortly employ these as well. The machine is calibrated to give you pleasurable jolts of electricity or higher settings for pain. Which is it to be?"

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed decided to give Dhyanna a few hours to think about her answer. He swiched the machine on to it's "auto" setting, first ensuring that the various sensors were pasted onto Dhyannas body and the electrodes were connected.

"A few hours of denial should soften you up a bit! You will strive to reach a climax-and fail!"

Ed laughed and turned to leave. As he did so he caught a glimpse of the girl's face in an odd light. It struck Ed that she was somehow vaguely familiar...

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyannas brave facade crumbled as soon as the door slammed shut behind the Headmaster. Her fear and lust were clearly visible in her brown eyes and heaving chest. She moaned a little as the machine brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. Then it stopped...a small whimper escaped her lips then the machine started again.

Closer and closer then off....the cycle repeated and repeated and repeated until she was ready to sell her soul for an orgasm. Her whimpers turning to groans of dismay then to moans of pain/pleasure and finally to screams of frustration.

"PLEASEEEEEEE LET ME CUM" she finally screeched like an animal caught in a trap. Panting, covered in sweat begging incoherently she had no idea of the passage of time. All she knew was that if she did not cum soon she would lose her tenuous grasp on reality.

[maddie]

Miss Gonazles tossed clothing from her suitcase into a pile on the floor. Ted stepped around it and dropped onto the sofa. He watched as her usual black skirts and white blouses collected on the floor.

"So what was that you were saying about the headmaster?" Marie asked as she headed upstairs with her empty suitcase and two boxes that contained new shoes she'd found when she was supposed to be at a talk one afternoon during a three-day conference she'd just attended.

As Marie tucked her suitcase in the closet near the top of the stairs, Ted's voice drifted up to her. "He's gone again. Probably taking another rest."

Marie sighed, shook her head, and took her shoes to her bedroom. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She dashed down the stairs.

"Did he ever take that inspector lady out of the meat locker?"

Ted stared at her blankly. "What lady?"

Miss Gonzales paled and ran from the room. Ted dashed after her. "Why are you running toward the old kitchen? It hasn't been used in years!"

"The headmaster had some inspector lady tied up there!" Marie barreled into the kitchen, skidding to a stop before the meat locker. Ted rounded the corner, knocking over the coat rack. He wrenched the door open, revealing a woman, soaked in sweat and hooked up to a machine the likes of which neither had seen before. Marie looked around for a plug or an off switch, but Ted simply stared at the woman, his mouth hanging open.

[Qmoq]

I closed my mouth before Miss Gonzales closed it for me. For someone who was supposed to be my submissive, she had a mean streak in her when she caught me gawping at a hogtied woman.

"You know," I said, trying to say anything to break the silence, "This is like the Gor story where the Ka-No people invade the territory of Te-Be, and leave a virgin sacrifice to the god of Hu-Cue."

"Fu-Cue," she replied.

"No, I'm sure it was Hu-Cue." Miss Gonzales was not a fan of the Gor stories. I wasn't either, to be honest, but they did give me plenty of ideas that I loved to inflict on her. There was the one time that I ordered her to strip, and then kept her in loose shackles all day while she did the housework and I watched the football. That's almost exactly like a scene from 'The Gor Identity'.

"Mind you," I added, crouching down next to the lady trussed up on the table, "I don't think this inspector lady is a virgin. I've never known a virgin that buzzed."

Miss Gonzales turned off the vibrator, and the invigilator stopped buzzing. "Poor thing," she said. "She must have fainted from cumming so much."

I frowned at both women - the concerned sweetheart that I adored, and the rather sexy young inspector. "Enlighten me. Which part of her cumming so much that she fainted makes her a 'poor thing'?"

"Well, for a start, she will be exhausted, her clit may be desensitised or over sensitised for a few days, she'll be dehydrated, and... Why are you smiling at me like that? You are NOT doing this to me, mister!"

"That depends," I said, trying to get some dominance in the tone of my voice. "If you're a good girl and behave yourself, I'd have no reason to hogtie you, put you in your cage, and tie this device on you, would I?"

Miss Gonzales performed an involuntary hop at the thought of being tied up this way. "No sir," she replied. She crossed her wrists in front of her, in what was probably meant to be something symbolic of Gor (I'm sure I read it in 'The Gor, The Bad and The Ugly'), but looked more like she was doing an impression of a chipmunk.

I told her to stand at ease, because we had bigger problems. "Turning to the virgin, we-"

"She's an inspector, not a virgin," interrupted Miss Gonzales.

"Oh right. What should we do with her? She could be dangerous. I reckon we should take her home and put her in the cage."

"Pfft," hissed Miss Gonzales. "You just want to look at her and prod her with sticks. I know you. Pervert."

"Slut. Tart."

"Cockbrain. FloppyMan, king of the floppies."

"Wet-cunted trollop."

“Purple-veined purple brain.”

"God,” I panted, “I could fuck you right now on the table."

"Not if I get there first," she purred, but then stopped herself. We had to snap ourselves out of our lust-frenzy a second time. There was an unconscious woman that we should take care of. "I'll wake her up."

Miss Gonzales crouched next to the inspector, and gently spoke into her ear. "Excuse me," she said, uncertain of how to talk to her. "Are you ok? I mean, are you as ok as you could be after having had a vibe in your... well, you know. I hope you're ok, you're so pretty, I don't know how the headmaster could have left you like th-WHAT THE HELL?"

The inspector woke up, and Miss Gonzales started to swear at me, both because I had run some cold water into a bowl, then thrown it over them. Miss Gonzales wondered, in her tempestuous way, why in the name of Gor did I have to soak her, and I could only reply that it was for the same reason that a mountaineer climbs a mountain. "Because you were there."

"Where a-am I?" asked the Inspector.

[Qmoq]

The woman looked up at me, and blinked. She looked familiar somehow. Miss Gonzales caught this look, and instantly became paranoid.

"You two know each other?" she asked.

"Not sure," I said.

"Yes," smiled the Inspector.

"We do?" I asked. "In any time in the past, did we fuck like rabbits?"

"No, no we didn't," she beamed enigmatically. "But we have shared a bed."

Miss Gonzales stamped her cute little heels on the floor at this comment, and demanded to know the full story. Typically, even though my memory of the Inspector was dim, Miss G decided that I should be the one to talk on the subject as though I was an expert.

"I... well," I said, stepping towards the Inspector and stroking her hair, "A gentleman never tells. You know. So the intimate moments that she and I have shared are between ourselves, and any fervent thoughts that we may have had for each other are now long forgotten."

"Plus, he's my brother," added the Inspector.

Instantly I tried to deny it. "I have no sis-oh. It's you. Hi Dhyanna. Dhyanna Stoat, bane of my life for the fifteen years, meet Miss Marie Gonzales, the current bane."

"I'll bane you," said one of them. I felt trapped, claustrophobic, and there was a third emotion that I left to Miss Gonzales to exclaim. "Oh my goodness! You were going to fuck your sister! Eeeeeeeeeewwww!"

"I was not!" I replied, honestly. "You know I never cheat on you, my dear. No, I was not going to fuck her. I was just going to finger her for a bit, that's all."

"Eeeeeeeeeewwww!" continued Miss Gonzales.

"But that was before I knew she was my sister," I added hastily. This appeared to stop the eeewwws.

"How could you not recognise your own sister?"

"Last time I saw her she wasn't hogtied," I began. "Seriously, I've not seen her since she was about fifteen and I was leaving for Caretaker College in Upper Totleighshire. She's filled out a bit since then, lost the braces on her teeth, and gained a vibrator. It's good to see her. Heck, I'll tell her that myself. It's good to see you, Dhyanna Banana."

"I see it all now!" said Miss Gonzales, but before I could tell her that I could see it all too, she continued. "You two, playing around in the sandpit - Dhyanna is the damsel in distress, you're the evil Baron tying her to the tree. That's how it starts, I saw a documentary on it, and they said it's all nurture, not nature. A few years of playing like that, and you have the type of gal who liked to be chained up, and a horny old Ted who is only too willing to do the chaining."

"What was that - 'Ted'? Is that what he's calling himself these days?" Dhyanna giggled. Ah. I should warn you to turn away now if you're easily offended. I rightly guessed that she was about to rival Miss Gonzales as the bane of my life again. "When I knew him, Ted was his middle name."

"What was his real first name?" asked Miss Gonzales, a little too eagerly. She was going to get such a red ass the next time we were alone. "Whisper it to me if you can't say it out loud." She hadn't grasped the concept of secrecy. I knew exactly what Dhyanna was going to say, all I could do was brace myself for the comments.

"Shirley," whispered Dhyanna. "Shirley Tedward Stoat is my brother's name."

"Oh. My. Fucking. Goodness," screamed Miss Gonzales. "I've been screwing a man called Shirley? Shirley you can't be-"

"If you finish that sentence," I warned, wagging my finger at her, "you can start wiping down that vibrator, because it'll be going right on your clit, my dear, closely followed by a half-roll of duct tape. I'd love to hear how witty you could be after eight hours of that, strapped to the kitchen table."

Miss Gonzales chose not to finish her quip. She was a wise woman, at times.

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna cleared her throat and regained the attention she had lost during the exchange. Looking pointedly at the restraints that still bound her she glared at "Ted".

"My Dear older brother...if you do not help me out of this awkward prediciment I shall be forced to report you, as well as the lunatic headmaster of this establishment, to the proper authorities. Now look sharp and GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Ted and the woman looked at each other then at Dhyanna and erupted into giggles.

"I don't see what the humor is in this situation people." Dhyanna's voice was full of repressed anger. "Perhaps I was not clear enough. Ted it is YOUR fault I am here in the first place. So I suggest you release me to go find that handsome headmaster before I am compelled to tell the entire sordid tale." The last was said with a smug look on Dhyannas face.

The two had stopped laughing.

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales looked at Ted, shrugging her shoulders almost imperceptably. She sighed. "You ought to untie her, Ted."

As Ted untied Dhyanna, Marie tried to come up with a plausible excuse for the headmaster's absence. Ted fumbled with the knots and Marie only barely heard Dhyanna's taunting of his efforts. When Dhyanna was finally freed, Marie removed the jacked she'd been wearing and offered it to Dhyanna, who accepted it.

"So? Where's the headmaster?" Dhyanna demanded. Seeing the uneasy glances Ted and Marie exchanged, she repeated her question in a louder voice.

Marie opted for the truth, at least to an extent.

"He's not on the campus right now. He was called away on an emergency. I act as deputy headmistress when he's gone." Ted began to protest, but closed his mouth quickly when Marie glared at him. "Why don't we go to my office, get you showered and in some fresh clothing and get you some food?"

Mollified for the moment, Dhyanna allowed herself to be led out of the old kitchen and through the mercifully empty halls to Marie's office. As she showered, Ted dashed off to the staff lounge for some food.

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna did not miss the uneasy looks passed between her brother and the headmistress (ohhhh just thinking that word made her clit tingle again), and she wondered what she was missing. How long had Ed been gone? For that matter how long had she been on that damned table. Dhyanna cleared her throat on the way to Marie's office and started to speak.

"So what time is it anyway?" she asked.

"Around 6ish" was Maries vague answer.

"Oh so I was only in there for 5 hours? It seemed like days." Dhyanna said softly.

Marie stopped in her tracks and looked at Dhyanna. "Errr it is Friday."

"Friday.....Friday? FRIDAY! That madman left me there for 3 days!!!! Oh I will see him burn at the stake for this! HOW dare he?!" Dhyanna stomped her foot and nearly twisted her ankle adding to her anger.

"Where is that brother of mine? Ohhhhh he will pay to. This was all his idea...he knew the man was a lunatic!" Dhyanna gasped realizing she had said too much.

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales picked up a cup of coffee and offered it to Dhyanna, acting as normal as possible. When Dhyanna didn't accept the coffee, she shrugged and placed it on the table near the small sofa in the sunny nook of her office. She ducked into the private area off the office and returned with a small basket. She set it on the table, picked up her own cup of coffee, and sat down on a chair near the sofa.

Reluctantly, Dhyanna sat down across from Miss Gonzales, who was carefully inspecting the contents of the basket. To Dhyanna's surprise, Miss Gonzlaes removed a small plastic bottle. She unscrewed the lid, poured half into her coffee, then offered the bottle to Dhyanna.

"What is it?"

Miss Gonzales smiled. "Kahlua. I have a bottle of Bailey's, though, if you'd prefer that."

"Are you trying to get me drunk so I'll forget about this?" Dyhanna demanded indignatnly.

"Oh, good heavens, no. I want you to tell me everything." Settling back in her chair, curling up her legs under her, Miss Gonzales said, "I've always wondered about the headmaster."

Dhyanna looked at Miss Gonzales warily, but looked in the basket, selecting a different bottle. Carefully, she poured some of the contents in her coffee and stired it, pensively. Finally, she looked at Miss Gonzales. "What do you know about him?"

"The headmaster?" At Dhyanna's nod, Miss Gonzales continued. "Not much, really. He hired me when few others would consider doing so. I was grateful. I know he's got a rather extensive security system set up here, but that's about it." Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"You say you're deputy headmistress?"

Miss Gonzales set her coffee cup down on the table and nodded. "It's a token title. Means very little, really, other than he could claim points with the diversity bunch. He's never let me have a hand in anything."

Dhyanna was about to say something when there was a loud banging noise and a frustrated "Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrr!" from the hall. Miss Gonzles smiled, uncurled herself, and yelled, "I'll be right there, Ted!"

She opened the door and Ted stormed in, carrying a tray laden with sandwiches, which he dropped on the table in front of Dhyanna. With a smile on his face, he turned to Miss Gonzales and asked, "So, what other dirty laundry from my childhood has she been sharing with you?"

[Qmoq]

I came back, and they were talking about me again, because they both looked at me with quiet grins on their faces when I returned. This could not be good. Either Miss Gonzales was telling Dhyanna some sordid bedtime secret, such as the time that I washed then licked her feet while humming the fanfare at the end of Star Wars, or Dhyanna was telling Miss G a childhood fact, like I used to wet myself on purpose when she was a baby, while humming the fanfare from Star Wars, just to get some attention. It really was a toss-up as to which would be worse.

"So, Shirl-sorry, Ted," began Dhyanna. "You and Marie, eh? I couldn't believe it! You, looking the way you do, no offence, and she looking like the way she does. Yummy gumdrops to her. How does that work? She's about three leagues ahead of you, mate."

She always had a way of making me feel good about myself, but this time I had to agree with her, and I told her flatly that I felt like the luckiest caretaker in the county. I smiled at Miss Gonzales, and with a small smile and a nod of my head to say 'come here', she skipped to my side and wrapped her arms around my chest. She let her head drift so her ear found my heart, then clasped her hands together in a way that made me feel both secure and in control.

"I'm going to need more proof than that," said Dhyanna, after awww-ing for a brief moment at the tender scene. She went on to suggest that I had hired Miss G as a high-paid escort, just to look good, and mused at length at the hourly rates that Miss G would have to charge to be seen with a perverted chap like me. Miss G blushed, and buried her head deeper into my chest, nibbling at me a little. I looked down at her, felt a particularly sharp mini-bite, then knew what my reply had to be.

"You want proof? What can I do to prove that? You want me to screw her right here on the desk? YOW, please don't bite me that hard, my dear!"

"Yes, yes I do," said Dhyanna Banana. "I dare you."

Ooo my. Those were the three words that convinced me to go through with it. I now wanted to give my sister the most blatant and explosive sex show that I could manage. There were just two problems with becoming erect in front of a mischievous sister of mine, but fortunately both were solvable. "I will, but on two conditions. Firstly, I don't want to risk seeing or hearing you while I'm doing this, so I will put on a blindfold and you will wear a gag. Secondly, I know you, Dhyanna, and I know that you would run up to me and tweak my ear at a crucial moment. Swine. So I want you to be handcuffed to the radiator. When those two conditions are met, Miss Gonzales and I will perform for you."

You will note that Miss Gonzales had no say in the matter - this was because she trusted me, she trusted Dhyanna, and she was nibbling at my nipple so tenderly - planting a wet kiss on my chest when I suggested the blindfold - that if I had said "no" to the dare, she would probably have bitten me in half. She was still clinging to me, which I took as a sign that she wanted me to do this, and she loved me being in control and making this decision for her. She had been embarrassed in front of the schoolgirls before, which was occasionally pleasant enough, but this was different for her, I felt. It was almost as though she wanted to prove to Dhyanna how much she loved me, and that I was not three leagues below her after all.

As for me, I knew that when I was wearing the blindfold, and when passion overtook me, I suspected that I would be able to block out the mental image of Dhyanna in the corner. Despite the fact that I would be naked, I knew that Dhyanna would be the one who would be more uncomfortable and embarrassed.

So that is why, after confirming my demands, and noticing that she hesitated for a second, I told her: "I double-dare you."

Dhyanna did something that, had anyone other than my sister done it, I would have drooled and purred. She brought herself to her feet, strode confidently to the radiator, and knelt next to it, delicately placing her hands next to a pipe.

"Very well, I said. Miss Gonzales, are you ready? Good. I want you to rush off, and fetch me your yoke, some ankle straps and chains. I don't want you to be tempted to rush off and unlock Dhyanna, so I'll be chaining your ankles to the desk. We'll also need the blindfold, handcuffs and the ballgag, of course. Don't tempt me by bringing back a riding crop or a flogger - I've never hit you blind, and I don't want to start now. Take off your panties and your bra, but keep everything else on. Mmm. I do like that light blue outfit you're wearing, the way it's tight around the bottom yet still makes your waist look slim and your legs look sooo... Don't stare at me like that, hon, I'm going to be blind in a few minutes, I want to remember what you look like. Now. What are you going to fetch?"

Miss Gonzales rattled off the list by counting on her fingers. "Yoke, ankle straps, blindfold, chains, ballgag and handcuffs. No bra, panties or things you can hit me with."

"Good girl," I said. She dashed off to her office, with a broad smile on her face.

"She's a keeper," said Dhyanna, still kneeling, but hardly submissive. "She's quite devoted to you, you know?"

"Really. She's gleefully going to get a yoke, and put herself through the embarrassment of having my sweaty arse wriggling on top of her in front of you. What made you think she was quite devoted to me? And yes, I am feeling smug."

End of part 1… Part 2 will follow “soon”, in which the smutty stuff starts again. Hehe.

[Qmoq]

Part II

The first thing we had to do, of course, was get Dhyanna out of the picture. I asked Miss Gonzales to cuff my sister's wrists, the chain of the cuffs going through the bars of the (switched-off) radiator. Miss Gonzales, bless her heart, tried to help out young Dhyanna, by suggesting that she cuff her wrists in front of her, but Dhyanna insisted on having them behind her back, so she would not have to twist. "I demand the best view possible," she declared haughtily. Whilst this was going on, I was clearing the desk: casually sweeping the pens and pencils and stapler and hole punch into a drawer in the desk, leaving only the items we were going to use.

Then it was time for Miss G. She handed the yoke to me, then breathed out gently. She scooped up two handfuls of her shoulder-length, curly black hair, and raised it up like a curtain so that it would not get caught. I stroked my finger across the soft white skin on the back of her neck, and she shivered. A quiet murmur from Dhyanna showed her approval. The yoke was snug, but not tight, and my gal could easily breathe. The arms of the yoke were a little trickier for her, for they were long enough that she had only the tiniest bend in her elbows. Naturally, even though she was clothed, this would make her feel remarkably vulnerable, and when she carefully turned to face me, I could see a firm blush in her cheeks.

"Legs apart please, Miss Gonzales. Before we begin, I think we need a pussy inspection."

I loved the effect those words had on her. She smiled, her cheeks became even redder, and the first unconscious reaction happened - her chest heaved with a huge sigh of contentment and arousal. This would be the first time that she would be put on show by me in front of someone else, and she clearly wanted to savour every moment of it. I positioned her so that she was facing Dhyanna, which meant that I would have my back to her. I lifted up the skirt, and I examined her for a few brief moments, commenting on her as I stroked and felt her. She had a small amount of tidy hair there, which was on my insistence as I never liked total hairlessness. Fortunately for her, it was always extremely well-kept, as this meant that I could skip over the hair and concentrate on her pussy itself.

"Slight asymmetry in the cuntlips, Miss Gonzales."

"Sorry, Ted," she sighed.

I gently tugged on one of her labia so that they were a mirror image of each other, adding "That's quite alright, I've fixed it for you." To demonstrate this, I ran a single finger over her labia, clearly touching both lips at the same time. I leaned back to look up at her face, and she was staring straight ahead, short breaths that attempted to maintain calm, but which mostly failed to mask her arousal. Her legs maintained a fairly robust position, and only a twitch of a thigh muscle gave her away down where I was. As much as I was tempted to, I never inserted so much as a finger into her at this stage. In addition, I thought that it would be mean to inspect her clit, because she was still shaking a little and I could tell that she was already close. Yeah. Inspecting her clit equals mean.

"Clit inspection," I whispered.

"Oh my goodness," said Miss Gonzales. I heard a delicate strain on the yoke as she shuffled her upper body. She obediently kept her legs in place as, with one hand on her skirt, I moved my other hand to prise apart her labia and reveal her pearl. Now, it looked normal to me, but I'm sure if I asked Miss Gonzales to describe it, she would say that it was throbbing intensely, and felt like the blood of her entire body was rushing through it. I only gave it a quick brush with my thumb, but she twitched so violently that I almost got a knee in my head for my trouble.

"Very nice. Two passes. Pass me the ballgag, please."

Miss Gonzales tilted her shoulders and leant over to pick up the black ballgag, which was sitting contentedly on the desk, then turned gracefully to place it in my hand. I thanked her for it - even when putting her in absurdly degrading situations, I was always polite to my love - and then firmly inserted the gag into my sister's mouth, tying it tight around the back of her head. She snorted happily through her nose, indicating that she was comfortable, and eager for us to continue. Now that Dhyanna was wholly prepared, we could indeed proceed. I turned to Miss Gonzales, and slapped my hands together in anticipation. "Now we can get you onto this desk," I drooled.

Ah. Yes. I should give a few words about the desk, and one or two about the radiator. Just to set the full scene, it was still bright outside, and I could see the girls playing netball in the far distance through the window. Beneath the window was the radiator, and Dhyanna was there too, naturally. Then there was a four foot gap, where a chair would normally sit, before you reach the desk. The desk was completely uncluttered, except for the gorgeous brunette sitting atop it. It wasn't antique, but it was the big, sturdy, old-fashioned type of desks that you just don't see any more. If it was an inch, it was six feet long and four feet wide, made from dark mahogany, with a green leather covering studded into the top. There were no legs, only rounded stubs, which would make it trickier to restrain Miss Gonzales, but despite that I doubt that I could have chosen a more perfect and imposing surface on which to fuck her.

"Lie back and get comfortable, please. Position yourself so your head is over the edge."

Miss Gonzales shuffled herself backwards, whispering an “oo” every time her bottom or shoulders touched a cold piece of leather. She was looking into my eyes constantly, a broad grin fixed on her face, and if it wasn’t for my sister in the corner, I’d have ripped off her suit right there and then. This was no ordeal for Miss G, not yet anyway, she was not related to anyone in the room, so she had no embarrassment with which she had to deal… for now, at least. Maybe it was the thought of her inevitable and inventive demise that was exciting her. Whatever it was, she was ready for me, and ready to be watched by my sister.

After a few adjustments where she was too far up, or not far enough, she reached a happy position. I put the cuffs on her ankles, then led a chain from her left ankle, down to the left stub at the bottom of the desk, wrapped it around that side, then ran it around the right stub, and back up to her right ankle. Padlocks and keys ensured that she would not be going anywhere far, but I think I surprised her when I asked her to shuffle back down the desk, so that her head was on the desk again. I didn't tell her why I'd done all this, but there was a reason. A quick glance at Dhyanna suggested that she might know the reason too.

I picked up the blindfold, and turned to Dhyanna. "Last chance to back out."

She merely smiled. I put on the blindfold over my eyes, made sure it was comfortable, and stepped edgily to the desk.

End of part II

[Qmoq]

Part III

So there she was, stretched out and eager, ready to be taken, and I couldn't see her. Ah. In case you joined the story late, well it's a little complicated. Because of my foolish masculine pride, I was cajoled into mounting my paramour, Miss Marie Gonzales. You might remember her - that's right, short, taut, moderately curly black hair, eyes dark as coal, and a cunt that I had just inspected and passed with flying colours. She was the one stretched out on the plush desk in the headmaster's office at the school where I caretake. No, I know you'd like her naked, but alas, she was still fully clothed for now.

The next person I should mention is the woman kneeling on the floor, chained to the radiator with a gag in her mouth. I suppose, if you were objective, you would view her as a sultry, horny redhead with full breasts and biteable thighs. I'm not objective, because I'm her brother. She was chained and gagged so that she wouldn't be able to touch me or say anything to me while I was demonstrating my affection for Miss Gonzales.

That just leaves me. If I looked into the mirror, how would I describe myself? At the moment, the word would be "dark", because I was wearing a blindfold. You see, I didn't want to see my sister whilst enjoying the company of my darling atop the desk. I didn't want any of the other four senses from her either. I had actively prevented hearing and touch, hoping that taste and smell wouldn't be an issue. Ew. If I wasn't wearing the blindfold, I'd call myself tallish, well built, brown eyes, an English tan and a filthy grin.

Okay. Now that we're all up to speed, I can continue. Probably best if I start again, actually.

So there she was, stretched out and eager, ready to be taken, and I couldn't see her.

I was standing by the side of the desk, and I stretched out my arms. When I made contact, I heard a cute little "oo" from her. A little more contact revealed that my left hand was on her knee, and my right hand was just under her breast. Strangely, I contemplated the left hand first, and moved my right hand to join it.

I could feel the smooth fabric of her stockings, then I traced a finger in a semi-circle around the top of her knee, hearing a small clank-clank as she wiggled in her bonds. The most luscious part of her knee was the knowledge that the other knee was over a foot away, and couldn't move nearer to me. That encouraged me to lean in, and kiss her there, then kiss again, just above the knee. My fingers remained where they were, the pinky ticking the soft part on the back of the joint, which produced a contented purr. "Keep going, please," she urged. I'd never really concentrated on her voice before, but she had a lovely, lazy South American accent - not a 'drawl' but in that area - that had never aroused me so much. I tilted my head and kissed her on the inner thigh, feeling my ear brush against the hem of her skirt.

I was about to leave her knee, but before I did, I performed an act that I hoped would arouse Miss Gonzales as much as it aroused me. All I did was place a hand on the outside of each thigh, and cautiously push her skirt up about four inches. Then I left the skirt alone. Without telling her, I wanted her to know that I loved the idea of her being exposed a little by me, even though I couldn't see the exposure. I wanted to be able to call her when I was away, tell her to strip, and know that she was stripping. That's the power I wanted to have over her. More importantly, that's the submission she wanted to show. I could now hear her breathing heavily. She was clearly watching my every move, wondering what I would do next.

I moved down her leg to her foot, removed the shoe and gave her a firm foot massage for a brief moment, which produced wriggling, moans of pleasure and the first tinkle from Dhyanna's wrist restraints. I smiled as I imagined her frustration at not being able to see.

I moved across the edge of the desk and repeated the massage on Miss Gonzales' other foot. This time, I could hear a different texture of mewing from her, as though she was wondering what I would do next. I really did feel, now more than at any other time, that my hearing had improved, and I was super-aware of everything. When I moved slowly upwards, and when I inched past her knee, letting my frolicking hands tease her thighs, I drew back my hand and slapped her hard on the inner thigh.

"Hnnng!" she moaned. If Dhyanna tinkled in the background, I was now in the zone, and ignored it.

SLAP! The second slap was harder, the moan louder. But there I stopped. I just wanted to prove that I was almost as capable of surprising her, even though I was blind. I continued. When I reached the hem of her light blue skirt, I ran the back of my fingers over the point where the skin stopped - for it was above her stocking tops - and where the skirt began. I could almost feel the goosebumps being raised as I moved. When I reached over to do the same with the other thigh, I could feel the tension in her leg as she clenched her muscles in anticipation.

She was at my mercy, like a piece of clay that I could mould to whatever form I wanted. By touching a foot, slapping a leg or scratching a thigh, I could make her relax or tense, moan or sigh: and being blind did not affect me at all. I felt like one of those medieval sculptors, blind but inspired.

Knowing that you're in control doesn't mean that much, of course, not unless you use that control. I moved my hand back to the inner thigh nearest to me, and gently slid it up the remaining inch or two to her pussy. I heard a gasp, and then as my fingertip eased between the symmetrical folds of skin and into her slit, the gasp became a whimper. She rightly suspected that I was the sort of person who might leave that fingertip there all day. It was only when she shuffled forwards to try to get an extra inch of finger inside her did I realise how aroused this young lady was. I withdrew my finger, licked it, and savoured the taste.

"You are quite scrumptious, my darling."

"Th-thank you, sir." Her voice, the most important giveaway to her feelings, tried desperately to sound calm, but it accidentally rose an octave when she said ‘you’, and turned to a sigh when she said ‘sir’.

I moved on. Now that her feet were on my right side, I placed my right hand on her waistband, and my left hand on her belly, before turning it into a spider that crawled deliberately up to her right breast. Another gasp emerged from Miss Gonzales as I gave it a tender 'testing a loaf of bread' squeeze through the soft fabric of her blouse. I could feel the aroused nipple through the material, and I could not resist giving it a tight little pinch.

"Yow!" she cried indignantly, though I knew that if I asked her, she'd want another one. I gave her another one, when my other hand pinched the left nipple. Then I pulled up on them, as though trying to levitate her off the desk. I could hear her struggle to arch her back in her bonds, and after a twist at the highest point, I let her drift back to her position. Her panting was much louder now, and I heard her gulp and swallow, trying to catch her breath.

"I think you have too many clothes, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. And not enough shoes."

I smiled warmly, then reached up the lapels of her blouse, moving my hands to the top button. And then I changed my mind. I moved back to her chest, grabbed a handful of blouse in each hand, and ripped it open. I felt a button ping off my nose, and heard a few others land on the desk. The chief reaction from Miss Gonzales was an "Oh yessss", in such a quiet hiss that I had to strain to hear her.

[Qmoq]

Part IV

Unless you're Errol Flynn, you can never completely tear apart a blouse or a shirt in one attempt, and there were a few buttons at the bottom that were still attached. These were unbuttoned swiftly, though I did ensure that Miss Gonzales had as much contact with the outside of my fingers and knuckles as I worked. I then unpeeled the blouse from her, and could picture the image in my mind. She was a writhing bundle of energy, and her tight, tanned skin undulated in three places: where I touched her, where I had touched her before, and where I was about to touch her. I could imagine seeing the contrast between the white blouse and the light-brown skin, between the starched cotton and the smooth skin, and between the prim straight lines of the pockets, and the gentle curves of her bosom, the ripples of her ribcage, the plain of her stomach. And finally, I smiled and I took a deep breath, because I knew that it was all at my mercy, and she wanted me to prove that I had none.

I leant forward, pausing an inch or so above her skin. Despite being blindfolded, I knew the distance because it was always at this distance where her aroma reached my nose. I breathed it in for a moment - her floral soap that I'd used on her in the shower that morning, mixed with her natural odour after a hard day pretending to work - and sighed. I moved down further, and kissed the part of the body that I was above, which happened to be the top of her breast. I heard a whimper, felt a shudder, and I guessed she was waiting for me to ask her what the problem was. I chose to delay that for a second. I moved down her left breast, planting soft, distinct kisses on her quivering flesh. I wanted that nipple. I would use it to prove that I had no mercy. My tongue hit it first, and although it was only an exploratory tongue as opposed to a teasing, provocative tongue, there were still several thuds as she shook her head (I heard the yoke clang) and her feet (heavy chains clanked). My mouth opened over her nipple, and then I closed my teeth upon it.

"Oh my goodnessssss," she hissed loudly from between her teeth.

To add to her arousal, I started taking off my clothes, still holding the nipple between my teeth. I wanted her to know that her moment was close, and tease her to see how long she would go before she screamed at me to fuck her senseless. There was now almost a constant clanking and clunking as she struggled, and I sensed that she was tugging hard on the bars of the yoke to try to get free. No mercy. I bit harder on the nipple, and flicked my tongue at the swollen bud in my mouth. She roared savagely, and then I heard something like a weak sob. I released a little of the tension, and now being fully naked, my hands were free to move on her body again. One rested on her free breast, the other stroked her cheek. She guessed the sign-language question.

"I'm ok, I'm ok," she panted softly. I bit the nipple again when I heard this. "Yowww! C-curse you, Ted Stoat!" she snarled.

It was almost time. I left her chest, and kissed down her body until I found the waistband of her skirt. This I removed swiftly, throwing it in the general direction of Dhyanna. That was the strange part - the only reason I was blindfolded was Dhyanna, yet when I was touching and kissing and biting Miss Gonzales, I was not aware of my sister at all. It was like she was not in the room. The toss of the skirt was a mere afterthought, as though to say "Oh right, you're here too."

I eased my way around the desk so that I was facing into Miss Gonzales' naked pussy. She seemed to know this, and the clanking of chains beckoned me onwards. Silly girl. I wondered when she would realise that the more desperate she became, the slower that I would be. Firstly, I placed my hands on her left ankle, and ran them swiftly up her leg, so the palms of my hands squeezed the calf, knee and thigh, and the fingers gave the calf and hamstring a deep rub. The other leg wiggled noisily: it either felt neglected or was expressing how aroused young Miss Gonzales was. I honestly didn't know, nor did I care, because I was too busy feeling for the stocking top. When I found it, I rolled it down her leg, not touching her with my fingers, but letting the soft silk roll build as I brought it down to her ankle. I repeated this with the other leg, and then I finally had to ask Miss Gonzales a question.

"Are you ready?"

"YesOhMyTedYesIAmReadyPleaseTedPleaseFuckMeNow!"

She was breathing so fast that to get her words out in one breath meant that she spoke at a super-fast pace. Even so, each word was clear and understandable, and surprisingly controlled, as though she had been rehearsing the answer to this question in her mind for a few long minutes.

I hopped onto the desk like a cat, my knees between her ankles. I heard the heavy yoke being lifted off the desk, and I knew Miss Gonzales was trying to see my naked body. I then stretched out on top of her carefully, kissing her on the stomach, chest and shoulder as I slid my torso over her frame. This was done quickly, because I felt as though I had teased her enough for now.

I moved up an inch or two, and rested my cock on top of her clit, while I positioned my lips directly over hers. I could hear her breathing much clearer now, and it was rushed, laboured and desperate. I chose to make this worse.

"Give me a breathe-out kiss," I ordered in a firm voice. "Explain what it is to Dhyanna first."

"Ooooo," sighed Miss Gonzales, in a voice that I estimated was about thirty seconds hard clit-rubbing away from a violent scream, "the b-b-breathe-out kiss. What I have to do is breathe out, get all the air out of my lungs, then k-kiss my man. He decides when the kiss can stop, and when I c-can breathe ag-again."

And with that, she followed the first part of the order. I felt a cool breeze on my chin as the air was expelled from her mouth, and then a slight lean forward to place her lips against mine. This was difficult for me - we had performed this kiss before on several occasions, but never with me being blindfold. I could not see the fear in her eyes, or the colour of her cheeks. I had to rely on my other senses to try to determine when to let her breathe. It was only when I heard a high pitched whine - something she clearly didn't intend to release - that I broke it off.

She heaved her chest so firmly that I knew I had chosen exactly the right moment. The loud gasps and gulps of air that she took emphasised it. The quiet "thank you" that she said in a whisper-voice between gulps made it all worthwhile.

"I think you deserve a fucking, don't you?" I said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Yes, Ted," and I could hear her smile in her tone.

It was then that I was aware of more pronounced tinkling from my sister, still handcuffed to the radiator. "Can't you be quiet?" I snapped at her. "We're not going to let you loose."

"She doesn't want t-to be let loose," panted Miss Gonzales, almost back to full strength. "She just wants to be able to rub herself."

"Poor thing," I giggled, and then I vowed that I would ignore any sounds Dhyanna made for the rest of my time atop Miss Gonzales. I placed one hand on her left breast, squeezing the irresistible mount before moving it down to my crotch. When I was touching her, squeezing her, licking and kissing her, I was aroused, of course. But I was able, possibly through some natural tantric ability, to keep myself from boiling over. Now that I was ready to mount her, I was fully, almost painfully erect. Even so, I could still tease her. I let my cock rub against her clitoris, and I'm sure I felt her twitch as each vein and contour. As I touched the head against her labia, I realised how wet she was. I wasted no time in reminding her of this.

"My word, you do have a wet little honey pot today, don't you?"

I think she nodded, for I heard no voice. She was losing her mind with lust, or at least, that's what I hoped. I thrust in forcefully, and she purred like a cat. That's all. There was no loud scream, no instant orgasm, just a happy purr. But unless you were there and heard that purr, you will not believe me when I tell you it was the most arousing sound of any that I could have heard. Her pussy muscles tightened around me, and I could feel her knees digging into mine, as though she wanted to wrap her ankles around me. I continued to thrust, and I think I only maintained my steady rhythm because I couldn't see her face, couldn't see that open mouth, those black, bright eyes, the head tossing and the wrists straining against the yoke. I almost ripped the blindfold off at that point, but I vowed to keep it on, because I had enough to arouse me. Each grunt, each clenched-teeth "yesssss", each accidental bonk of her head against the leather when she lost herself, they were all too memorable.

I held myself steady with my left hand on the yoke, my other on the desk beside her left breast. My thrusts became more rapid, and then she asked me, in a voice that sounded desperate and afraid, "Please Ted, may I-" but I interrupted her. For once, there was no teasing, no prolonged question and answer session.

"Yes, you can come."

There was a shudder, and a rigid jerk of her body underneath me, and then a quiet, contented exhale of relief and joy. I left myself inside her for a second, wondering when she would realise that I was still hard, and hadn't come. She would know all too well in a moment, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

I withdrew slowly from her, and eased myself down to my feet again. She whimpered and shivered, she just wanted a hug, but I had to finish what I was doing first. I gave her a clear command.

"I want you as far up the desk as you can get."

She murmured an acknowledgement, a little more composure in her voice now that she had been sated, and I heard the familiar clunk and clink as she shuffled upwards. I edged around the desk to her head, and about two-thirds of the way there, I think she realised what I was going to do, got over-excited, and blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "OhMyYesIWannaSuckYouDry!" she cried out, happily.

She was a smart girl, that Miss Gonzales.

I reached her head and found it hanging over the edge of the desk, as I planned. I imagined the mouth would be open, and the throat open and eager, so I wondered if I should tease her or not. I did so by tapping my cock against her left cheek, then her right, saying despairing things like "Oh come on, Miss Gonzales, don't be shy!"

She was gurgling and growling, and her head was shaking, keen to take me in her mouth and reward me for what I'd given to her. I felt the occasional brush of soft hair against me, which made me twitch unintentionally. It was after one of these twitches that she accidentally caught me, wrapping her lips around the head of my manhood.

She had me, now I was about to have her.

I pushed my hips forwards and made my manhood disappear into her hungry mouth. It was hard not to picture her now, stretched out in a star formation, with her head upside down over the end of the desk, blood rushing to her head, ravenously bobbing back and forth on me, as best she could. Her neck must have been in a very sore position, and there may have been a little constriction around her throat as she stretched to contain me, but she did not complain.

I wondered whether I would have to force myself on her, but she was doing everything for me, so I leaned forwards, blindly found her nipples, and began to tug them savagely.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. I wanted her to be in pain when I spurted into her. I was trying to condition her to expect it, and be aroused by it. I tugged and pinched and twisted. She began to judder. Knowing why I was doing this, she realised that the only way to get me to stop would be to make me come. Her tongue twisted around and tried to lap the underside of my cock, but then guessed that it might be better to curl it around the shaft, or lick the top.

It worked. When I told her in a manly purr, "Do not spill a drop, do not swallow," she "Mm-mmed" in understanding, and tightened her lips on my shaft. I exploded into her, my knees buckled a little and I almost lost balance. I tugged on whatever I was holding, happy with the unintended brutal nipple torture I was giving her.

I could never remember having such a satisfying orgasm. I was weak. I removed myself carefully from her, and staggered around to the side, where I could fall forwards over her body, exhausted. I hugged her for several minutes, hearing nothing from her, knowing that she still had my semen in her mouth.

"I'm about to take off my blindfold, Dhyanna. Please don't be offended if I don't look at you, I'm still kind of in the moment here," I sighed. I whipped off the blindfold, and looked at the body underneath me, even more beautiful than I had imagined. She looked exhausted but adorable.

There was one final thing I had to do, just because I could. I placed the keys to the padlocks of Miss Gonzales' yoke on the desk, next to the keys to the Dhyanna's handcuffs. I then unlocked the cuffs on Miss Gonzales' ankles, sat her up with her legs still apart, and gave her another firm hug. Finally, I turned to pick up my underwear.

"Miss Gonzales," I declared, a wide, malicious grin on my face as I saw her mouth tightly shut, "I'll be in my office, ready to give you a proper hug. Now, you could unlock Dhyanna and have her unlock your yoke, and then come to me. Alternatively, you could come now, keep the yoke on, and leave Dhyanna here. The choice is yours, but you can't swallow until I give you that hug. Understand."

She nodded, breathing a snort through her pixie nose. Without saying another word, I turned and left the room, leaving the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world to make a decision.

The end.

[Qmoq]

Oo before I stop hogging this thread and bat it back to maddie and Dhyanna, I'd just like to thank maddie and Sheepish(DW) for being so kind and offering useful pointers when I needed a bit of polish to the story.

Hugs warmly.

Q xx

[maddie]

Wide-eyed, Miss Gonzales stared at Ted as he left the room. After a brief moment of panic, she considered her options.

Dhyanna watched as Miss Gonales thought and was surprised to see her reach for the keys to unlock the handcuffs. With a small smile on her face, Dhyanna watched as Miss Gonzales fumbled a bit, then leaned as far forward as she could, giving access to her handcuffed wrists. It took some trying, but the cuffs finally released.

Miss Gonzales stood aside, hopping a bit, as Dhyanna scrambled to her feet and grabbed the yoke key. She unlocked the yoke and, pausing for an instant, kissed Miss Gonzales on the cheek. Miss Gonzales bobbed her head in acknowledgement.

As soon as she was free of the yoke, Miss Gonzales ran off in the direction of Ted's office. Dhyanna watched her leave. She smiled to herself, gave a small, "Hm" and turned to look out the window at the setting sun.

[MJs dhyanna]

As Dhyanna watched the sunset she realized that she had been here another day and still had not accomplished what she set out to do. Knowing it was useless to find her brother or Ms Gonzales, she struck out on her own in search of food, a stiff drink and somewhere to sleep that did not have adjustable arm and leg ties and an electric device so diabolical that she got wet just thinking about it.

Walking the empty halls of the administration area she came upon the headmasters office. Knowing of his fondness for a stiff drink and soft leather, she tried the door and was not too terribly shocked to find it open. She entered the office and found the light switch. Sitting at the huge desk she started going through drawers looking for the liquor she knew was there.

She found it in the bottom drawer under an old book that looked like a journal. She found a glass and poured a drink and as she settled into the soft leather chair she picked up the book and opened the cover. Her eyes wide with shock she read the words within....then looked at the door to the hallway and smiled.

[Qmoq]

There was a polite knock at the door. “Come,” I said, because I like puns. It seemed like a while since I had left young Miss Gonzales with my seed in her mouth, and given her the opportunity to untie my sister from the radiator. Clearly she had taken this option.

Miss Gonzales stepped in, naked. I had already poured her a margarita, and told her to swallow the salty substance in her mouth to make room for another. She gulped both down, and for a moment I wondered which she preferred.

Then, finally, I hugged her. It was one of those delectable, memorable hugs that usually happens when she is naked and I am clothed. She lay her head on my shoulder, and I moved my hands up to hers to massage the stiffness from them. She purred contentedly.

We stopped our hug when we heard a second polite knock at the door.

“Just a minute!” I said, reaching for a pair of clean overalls for Miss Gonzales to wear. She put them on quickly, before pointing out that it couldn’t be a student because they never knock politely. This was true. More than once I had been caught in what must have looked like a suspicious position, licking the dorm’s mattresses, though there had been a genuine explanation for that.

I opened the door, and my sister entered, holding a book. “You would not believe what I’ve just seen,” she said.

I smiled at Miss Gonzales, who blushed. I knew what Dhyanna had just seen. However, Dhyanna held the book prominently, and I felt a little perturbed that she could cast the image of me with Miss G from her mind so soon. Bah. Miss Gonzales took the book, perched herself on my desk, and began to speed read. I looked back to Dhyanna, who was waiting for some reaction.

“Oh my fucking goodness!” said Miss Gonzales.

“I fucking well know!” replied Dhyanna.

Sigh. These youngsters have such potty mouths.

“Ted,” panted Miss Gonzales, as I handed her a third margarita, “this is the headmaster’s journal.”

“Really? Would he want you two to read that?” I asked.

“I’m sure he did,” answered Dhyanna, “otherwise why would he keep it hidden in a lockable desk, hidden under a stack of papers and tissues? It contains a list of all the punishments that he’s handed out, right from the start when Seababy and Jennyfer were here. But, the thing is, he’s given some reaction to his punishments.”

“Yeah,” continued Miss Gonzales. She found a passage in the book, and read: “Here. ‘After I gave Jennyfer a caning from which she would not sit down for a day and two nights, I wondered how enjoyable it would be if she wore a latex dress, put on a pair of shiny knee-length boots, picked up that cane, and returned the favour upon me.’” She closed the book.

There was only one thing I could say. “Oh my fucking goodness!”

[maddie]

"I know!" Miss Gonzales exclaimed.

Ted ripped the book from her hands. "Let me see that."

Dhyanna and Miss Gonzales watched as Ted flipped through the pages of the journal. As he read, a curious look crossed Miss Gonzales' face.

"Is this what you were here to find, Dhyanna?"

Dhyanna nodded. "I got an anonymous tip that something was going on up here and that I should investigate. It was rather strange, though. The tip came directly to me, rather than through normal routes. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now I wonder who wanted me to see it and why."

Miss Gonzales nodded thoughtfully, then looked over to Ted, who had a disturbed look on his face. Her eyes narrowed.

"What are you reading about, Ted?"

Ted slammed the book shut, looked up and laughed nervously. "Who, me? Nothing. Nope. Nothing at all."

Miss Gonzales scooted off the desk and strode up to him. His smile faltered as she approached. She frowned at him and his face reddened slightly. One eyebrow rose slightly and his face reddened more. She snatched the book from him and resumed her perch on the desk, crossing her legs under her. She opened the book, aiming for where Ted had been reading. After flipping through the pages a bit, her mouth formed an O and her face paled.

"Oh dear," she said in a small voice.

Before she could read much, Ted gently removed the book from her hands.

"You really don't want to read that, love. Trust me."

She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. Ted pulled her to him, handing the book to Dhyanna.

"I think you'll find what you need on those pages," he said softly, then wrapped both arms around the now sobbing Miss Gonzales.

[Qmoq]

“Oh my fucking-“ began Dhyanna as she read, before turning to Miss Gonzales. “You need to tell us everything about this.”

“I’ll make the tea,” I offered, watching as Miss Gonzales slipped a robe over her naked frame.

As I handed her drink, tea with a hint of margarita, Miss Gonzales pulled the robe she was wearing over herself for comfort. She sipped her drink as if to build the atmosphere. Dhyanna and I had both read a paragraph that, in the headmaster’s handwriting, simply read: “Marie worked as a sex-slave for a year. Dressed in totally degrading outfits. Phwoar.”

“How do you pronounce ‘phwoar’?” asked Dhyanna. I informed her of etymology and pronunciation. “Wow. Is that what it means? Oh my. Must have been a damn degrading outfit.”

This was where I, as Miss Gonzales’ main squeeze, could show my true colours. I sidled up to her, had her lean her head on my shoulder, and hugged her tenderly. “Tell me all about it, honey.”

“Me too,” added Dhyanna, helpfully.

“It was at my last school,” began Miss Gonzales. “An all-boys’ school, similar to this only back in the States. Everyone was over eighteen and all that, but they had to wear the uniform, just like here.”

Dhyanna squirmed in her seat. Clearly the thought of being amongst dozens of sex-starved nineteen year old men was getting to her. Miss Gonzales seemed to half-smile at the memory.

“It was fun, at first. I knew I had power over these men. I used to walk into the classroom in my short skirt and high heels, sleek black stockings and tight white blouse, topped off with a pair of spectacles that I perched on the end of my nose and used to look down at any snivelling little schoolboy who couldn’t spell ‘apotheosis’. But there was one young man, eighteen. Played third base. He could spell ‘apotheosis’, you bet your sweet ass he could.”

She paused, and sipped her margarita.

“I first fucked him after fourth period, when he hung back to ask me about photosynthesis. But that lowdown son of a bitch turned out to be a lowdown son of a bitch. I got a note the next day from the headmaster saying that I had corrupted one of our pure and virtuous pupils, and that he could make it very sticky for me. He... he invited me to his office, and told me what I would have to wear to school each day. It... it was a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader outfit.”

She buried her head into my shoulder at this comment. I wasn’t sure what the big deal was. I don’t know much about American football – though I pretty sure it’s a sort of hybrid of cricket and tiddlywinks – but I knew how the cheerleaders dressed.

“You’d look great in that sort of outfit,” I said helpfully.

She punched me in the throat, and moved her aim to my arm and stomach as she stressed, “I (punch) hate (punch) the (punch) fucking (punch) Dallas (punch) Cowboys.”

“Wow,” I said, taking hold of her fists, and seeing the humour in the situation. “That must have been degrading. To have to wear the tight uniform and pom poms of your least favourite team. Midriff showing to all these lusty boys.”

“But what about the sex-slave bit?” asked Dhyanna.

“Oh,” sighed Miss Gonzales. “I had to earn my uniform. Whenever I saw the headmaster, all he had to do was click his fingers and I had to be on my knees before him, hands behind my back, mouth open and eyes looking up at him. One time, we had a fire drill and the whole school was in the car park. He clicked his fingers. I... well... in the uniform and everything, I was so ashamed.”

I couldn’t resist it. I clicked my fingers.

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales stared at Ted, wanting to be mad at him for making light of her pain. The shame, frustration, and anger she'd pushed aside so long ago welled up in her and she could feel her heart begin to pound. She looked at him, her eyes narrowed.

And then he smiled.

It was as if a flood of water had washed over her, whisking all the horrible thoughts away. She felt more at ease than she had in many months.

Smiling, she poked Ted in the chest with one finger. "Don't think you'll be getting any ideas from that. Understood?"

Ted hugged her tightly and whispered, "You're always safe with me, babe. Always." He gently pushed her away from him, his hands on her shoulders. "I promise."

Dhyanna rolled her eyes and laughed. She hugged Marie, then sat on the desk with her arm around the teacher. "My brother is one lucky man. I don't know why you put up with him, but obviously he makes you happy."

Marie nodded and smiled. "He does." Her smile faded and she looked at the inspector. "I don't understand. What does all that have to do with your inspection?"

"That business about you? Nothing. And I promise it won't be in my report." She grabbed the pages in the journal and ripped them out, handing them to Miss Gonzales, who held them in her hands for a few moments before folding them and tucking them in a pocket of her robe.

Ted handed Miss Gonzales a fresh cup of tea. "So what did you find in there, then?"

Dhyanna sighed and looked away. "The headmaster's being blackmailed. I have proof of it now, but I still don't know why. It might be in here, but I'll have to read the whole thing to be sure."

Ted nodded thoughtfully. "I'm hungry. Isn't it time for lunch? Or tea? Or something?"

The women laughed and Miss Gonzlaes said, "Fine. I'll make something. She wrapped her robe tighter and wandered off.

As she left the room, Marie could hear laughter from the siblings. After closing the door, she leaned against a wall and pulled the pieces of paper out of her pocket. She closed her eyes and fought back tears.

Exhaling sharply, she opened her eyes, looking up at nothing, then back down at the paper. She pushed away from the wall, and returned to her private room off her office. As she walked through the door, she grabbed a book of matches. Carefully, she sat on the floor by her fireplace. She placed the papers on the logs, lit a match, and placed it near one corner.

A bright, then dull orange glow transfixed her for several minutes. After it finally faded away, she nodded purposefully, and stood.

"You'll never hurt me again, you bastard," she whispered.

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna took the journal and set to the task of reading it. Every sordid word. The task took twice as long as it should have since she had to keep stopping to masturbate. This was one hot place.

Dhyanna smiled as she finished the journal and had the information she needed in more ways than one.

If Dhyanna had her way, Slothlands would never be the same again. She giggled like one of the schoolgirls as she pictured the Headmaster trussed and tortured. Surely, he was smart enough to get out of the predicament that she was sure he had gotten into. Perhaps not. Another smile crossed her face as she went in search of her brother and his plaything.

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales took a tray of sandwiches and a fresh pot of tea to Ted's office. She had a strong sense of relief, but she knew that the chances were good that secrets of others were in that journal. She sighed as she placed the tray on the table, then walked over to the window and looked out over the school grounds.

Ted watched her for a moment, then slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Miss Gonzales rested her head against him and sighed.

"It'll be fine, babe. You'll see."

Miss Gonzales turned to face him. "Are you sure? Because I'm not. What else is in that journal? Who knows what kind of secrets he has about other people, like the students? How many lives could be ruined by that book?"

Ted grabbed her hand and pulled her to the sofa. He poured her a cup of tea and she took the cup, staring at the steam rising from the cup. For a few minutes, they sat in silence.

Finally, Ted spoke. "Look, it's been years since I saw my sister, but she's a good person. I'm sure she's not going to set out to ruin lives with this."

After eating his share of the sandwiches, plus half of hers, Ted looked at Miss Gonzales. "So.... Do you know where you left that riding crop of yours?"

[Qmoq]

I only asked her about the riding crop for a joke, but she skipped off so happily to fetch it that it was only right that I should use it on her. Talking about the book seemed much more interesting when punctuated with flagellation.

I had her lie back on the desk, and hook her elbows around her legs, firmly hugging her knees to her chest. If she kept her feet up, it would mean that I would have a firm, stretched bottom at which to aim. I let the tip of the crop drift over her skin, and she shivered happily.

Life's full of happy coincidences. If Miss Gonzales hadn't had her lethal addiction to margaritas, we would never have got together. And if I hadn't wanted to talk to her about the book, I would have asked her to bend over the table for her cropping, which is nice enough I suppose, but somehow less intimate than the pretzel position she was holding.

"Any idea what else is in the book?" I asked, then brought the crop down hard onto her left cheek.

She yelped, and panted for a few seconds, then replied as though it was a normal conversation. "Probably stuff about the girls, or their parents maybe. It could have stuff about the other staff members, you know? You sure you want Dhyanna reading all your guilty secrets?"

I gave her a few practice swings while she talked, then hammered the crop on the right cheek when she finished. She wailed like a police siren for ten full seconds after this one, and her toes wiggled cutely. "S-s-s," she said, and then stopped herself. I didn't know if she wanted me to stop, or wanted a sandwich. She would get neither. A second later I slapped another blow an inch away from the previous one, still in the centre of her asscheek but ominously closer to her asshole.

"I have no guilty secrets," I said. It was true. Through a combination of drink, carelessness and Miss Gonzales' teeth on my member when I least expected it, I had told her each and every filthy thing that I could. Girls like a bastard, you know? So any opportunity to appear a bit more like Jack Nicholson was not to be passed up. Not sure if Jack Nicholson ever pissed the words "Anarchy Now" on the wall of the town hall on the way home from the pub, though.

I put the tip of the crop a half-inch into Miss Gonzales' pussy, just to see how wet she was. There was always the remote chance that she didn't actually like being beaten on the ass so hard that the bruises lasted for days. The tip slid in happily, and she quivered at the sensation of the leather inside her. I pushed it in a little further, and left it inside her as I walked around to her head. She knew, without me telling, that I did not want her to let the crop fall from her cunt, and the effort on her pretty face as she bore down upon it was adorable.

"Must be the girls then," I said. "They're the ones with the secrets. I can't imagine that any of them were as shameful as you though, in your Dallas Cowb-"

"Don't even say that word," she snarled. Although I was the one in charge, I knew that she was serious. I stopped talking, and let my fingers run through her dark hair, sifting the tension away from her temples. It worked. Her eyes closed dreamily and she drawled with a vowel-heavy voice. "Wella whadda ya thin' sa dirdiest lil secret?"

"What do I think is the dirtiest little secret?" I enunciated. "I'm not sure. They all seem so prim to me, most of the time. Well, some of the time. Alright, never. Every time they have a sex education class, I always hide behind your desk so that they can't try out their ideas on me."

I wasn't joking. You would too - their last lesson was on circumcision, after all. I later heard that Suchaminx had gone to the canteen to get a suitable blunt knife, and Cariad had a stapler ready in case things went wrong. I shuddered at the memory.

I left Miss Gonzales' head and wandered back down to her rear. The crop was shaking, but it was still in place, and I eased it out of her pussy as delicately as I could. She cooed a polite "Oo!" at me as I did so, and smiled warmly.

"Let's play a game," I said, as the inspiration hit me. Miss Gonzales groaned. She never seemed to like my games. "I can't remember who it was - possibly Aristotle, who said that the first thing that comes to your mind is often the right thing. Hmm. Maybe it was Freud, either him or Adam Sandler. I'm going to give you a name and hit you hard with this crop, and before you do your young song and dance routine about how much it hurts, I want you to tell me what you think their secret is. Understand?"

"I think that's an excellent idea," said a figure at the door. It was Dhyanna, holding the journal to her bosom, cuddling it gently. "Because I know all the secrets of Slothlands."

"Th-then why don't we just ask you?" asked the naked woman on the table.

"Where's the sport in that?" I asked.

Dhyanna, bless her, nodded. "Indeed! I mean, it's no fun if I just blurt out the answers before you have a chance to see if Ted's experiment works, is it?"

"D-don't you need a blindfold?" Miss Gonzales asked me.

"Of course not, silly girl," I cackled. "My problem was with my sister seeing me naked. I have no problem with her seeing you naked."

"Nor do I," Dhyanna drooled, her chest heaving behind the journal. "So, my dear Marie, are you ready to answer Ted's questions?"

Poor Miss Gonzales. She nodded, murmured a quiet 'yes', then hugged her knees tighter to her chest.

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear diary,
Well! What a turn up for the books! Who would have thought that young cariad would prove to be so enamoured of an old Headmaster like me! "Run away with me" She begged. Blimey! I went so fast I left my JD behind! It's been a tempestuous time, but I'm glad I'm back in the old place. I wonder what's been going on? I daresay Stoat has taken full advantage of my absence...not to mention certain members of the staff.

Odd thing, though. Strange letter hand-posted through the door. Some Estate Agent wants to meet me...I wonder what that's all about?

[michebe(LD)]

I walk up to Slothlands Academy and wonder how my propostion for the headmaster will go. A place like this would make a lot of money on the current market. I approach the door and knock loudly, and await an answer.

[cariad]

I still felt very odd being back here. I was still a student, as indicated by my uniform, but I obviously had a ‘special’ relationship with the EdMaster. Was not too bad at the moment since my fellow pupils were still on holiday, but it could be interesting when they return.

Anyway, the doorbell needed answering, and I could hear the sound of my heels on the wooden floor echoing through the vast entrance hall as I ran to answer it.

[michebe(LD)]

The door answers and a young woman answers in a very provocative outfit. "I'm here to see the owner of this establishment. Is he here?", i ask. She silently nods and leads me through the maze of corridors, eventually she indicates that we have arrived and i sit down and wait and hope that i wont be sitting here for too long as she knocks and goes into the room i am seated outside of.

[cariad]

Well, I was not sure what to make of the lady I took to see EdMaster, but I knew exactly what he would make of her, in her smart business suit with displayed voluptuous cleavage.

After softly knocking on his study door, and entering when bidden, I found Ed Master rearranging his collection of canes having put another hook on the wall for one he bought whilst we were away. It was quite obvious that they had been used in our absence and had not been put back in the correct order. I had never been sure what the logic behind the order had been, but there clearly was a logic in his mind. Perhaps one day I might ask.

Uncle’s eyes sparkled as I described his visitor to him, clearly showing why my nickname for was DOM – Dirty Old Headmaster. He paused, returned to his desk to read a letter which was sitting there, and then with a quick slap to my rear said “well, you had better show her in then”.

[Uncle_Ed]

As cariad skipped happily out to fetch my visitor, I pondered on my good fortune watching the hem of her skirt flick up to reveal a pair of very tight knickers. I finished arranging the canes. They looked good hanging there and I grinned to imagine the girls attempting to work out my sequence of priorities with them...

Before seating myself, I half-glanced at a letter on my desk. Not having my cleaned my glasses I couldn't make it out well so I returned to my old chair and sat down heavily into it. It absorbed my weight and cushioned me as it always did. I sighed and crossed my legs as I waited for the knock at the door.

I closed my eyes and wondered what this lady wanted. Her description sounded most enticing and I determined to play along with whatever scheme she had in mind.

[cariad]

I bounced out smiling to myself. I was not sure what our visitor expected, but I suspected she was in for a surprise.

I return to see our visitor looking through the school photograph album and punishment book and gleefully point out the one of myself taken the first time I was called to task over being late for class. “Yes, Ed Master is a firm believer in traditional discipline, but everyone loves him, even learn to love him for it!”

“Anyway, he is ready to see you now, if you would like to follow me. You have chosen a good time to come, he has just been working on his collection.”

I tapped once again on Ed Master’s study door and waited for his invitation to enter.

His eyes immediately feel to her chest, and I don’t think he was considering the necklace which lay there.

“Errrrrrrr hmmmmm, Miss Michebe to see you Ed Master”

[michebe(LD)]

I walk into the office and feel the Ed Master stare upon me. I go and sit on the chair infront of the desk. "Mr Ed Master, i have come to talk to you about a proposition i have for you, you see this is a fine establishment but it is underused and really is just a drain on resourses at the moment. I would suggest that a move to a smaller premises may be necessary and that this premises could be opened up to the public as an historic building especially if some work was undertaken on the surroundings to bring this up to its full potential. Obviously we would need to talk about figures, but what would your initial reactions to this be?"

[Uncle_Ed]

My initial reaction was that my jaw fell, my mouth opened and I do believe that I may actually have started to drool. This was due to a combination of disbelief at her affrontery and equal disbelief at her er..frontery.

I snapped my mouth closed. I frowned to disguise my disquiet.

"That is really some offer" I said, lamely. I went on; "I really do think that this is one situation where I need a little time to consider. I have, um, not kept abreast..." I winced. "I have not kept up with property values and due to my absence also have no idea of the state of Slothland's books. Perhaps you would care to come back this evening. I can have cariad conjure something wonderful from the kitchen-she really is a great cook-and the three of us can sit down and discuss matters. Say, 7?"

Miss Michebe stood. It took several seconds for me to focus my gaze up several inches to her eyes. She appeared amused. "Very well" She said over her shoulder as she swept out. "I will see you then."

[michebe(LD)]

I then quickly left the room and found my way out and returned home. I had best get ready for the evening i suppose, this deal needs to go through. I run a bath and slowly slip my clothes off. I get into the water and start to think about what to wear this evening. I slowly bathe and think about how to handle the meeting to come. After my bath i walked upstairs and quickly dried myself before finding my dressing gown.

[michebe(LD)]

I walked over to my wardrobe and proceeded to find something suitable for this evenings meeting. I eventually decided on a black above knee skirt and a lilac fitted blouse with the top button undone. I put on a matching white bra and thong and slipped on a pair of hold ups and put on the skirt and blouse. I then added a touch of make up, and sorted my hair out and then checked myself in the mirror. That should i thought, and then drove in the car back to Slothlands Acedemy.

[cariad]

Right, dinner for three….

I have recently found that Ed Master has extended my school uniform to cover all areas of my life at Slothlands. I think the only thing he is yet to give me a uniform for is for sleeping but I would never be surprised to find a parcel arrive one day with a short explanatory note from him saying that as from now, he would like me to wear…

Any, the uniform for cooking was one of the earlier ‘extra’s’ he gave me. Ever so practical; when he was about to tell me about it, the first thing he said was ‘pants’. He then turned red and uttered ‘frilly’. Oh, and given that Slothlands is in the UK, that means underwear, not trousers. And the first time I gave him a twirl wearing them, he did indeed pant – mind you so had I, given how tight they were. The little wipable latex dress which goes with them is not much looser, although at least that has a zip. Of course since I often continue to wear the dress when I sit down to eat with him, there is a suitable apron.

As I got changed I had been thinking about to cook. I know Ed Master’s tastes, but also wanted to ensure that Miss Michebe enjoyed the meal. Rummaging through the library I was soon able to devise a menu which I hoped would please both, and not lie too heavy, since, remembering the look in Ed Master’s eye I had a feeling that after dinner entertainment would not just be gentle parlour games.

I busied myself around the place, preparing the food, preparing the dining room and tripping over Ed Master who always seemed to be close by.

Finally, I removed my apron, nipped up to my room, checked my make-up and hair, and came down again, just in time to hear the door bell ring.

[Uncle_Ed]

I went to my old living rooms and looked around. Fortunately the locks had resisted Ted's best efforts and bore faint scars of his favorite crow-bar with pride. He had failed to gain entry, which was just as well as the burglar alarm system was an illegal import with the optional laser. He would have been divided in his opinion of it's effectiveness...

I went into my bedroom and opened the wardrobe. For one moment I half-expected one of the girls to tumble out, stiff and cold and stone dead. Nothing of that sort happened.

I selected a rather informal pair of trousers and a shirt. I put them on the bed then had a long, hot shower. It occured to me that an extra pair of hands to wash my back could be useful and I spent a good few minutes thinking about cariad in there with me...

The shower over, I dressed slowly. I had just fastened my watch-band when the front door-bell rang. I wondered what the evening would bring.

[cariad]

I ran down the corridors to the main door, not wishing to keep Miss Michebe waiting. And stopped, not quite able to prevent myself from skidding into Ed Master, as he proceeded in a more dignified manner to the same destination.

[Uncle_Ed]

As I made my way to the front door I wondered why cariad had not already answered it. Then it occured to me that she had been busy with something in the kitchen and I was pleased that she saw fit to make an effort with the meal. At that moment she ran into the hallway, attempted to slow down and bumped into me. She grinned up at me, flicked up the tiny dress and darted out of arm's reach before slowing and regaining a little dignity. I laughed to myself at her antics and followed her to the door.

cariad paused for breath beore swinging the old oak door aside and welcoming our visitor. Miss Michebe was quite a sight and had taken some pains to appear business-like with a hint of slut. Just about right, considering the circumstances. I could see cariad's eyes darting to take in the details-as women do-and she clearly approved as she beamed up at the Estate Agent.

"Good evening, Miss Michebe" I said, extending my hand, "You are most welcome. Come through to the dining room and we'll discuss your proposals over dinner."

[michebe(LD)]

Evening I replied to Ed Master. I followed him and cariad down the corridor and into the large dining room and sit where the Ed Master indicates. I sit there feeling a bit uneasy as Ed Master clearl watches my breasts and i sit and wait for cariad to bring in the food as the smell starts to make my tummy rumble.

[Uncle_Ed]

We sat at the dining table and I admired the view. cariad was happily fussing around in the kitchen as she prepared to serve the meal. I reflected that she was the only person I had ever met who could possibly think of a kitchen as "sexy". Still, her culinary skills are without equal so I guess I have no cause for complaint.

Miss Michebe sat there opposite me giving her assets an airing. This suited me fine and I duly obliged her by giving the proffered portfolio a once-over. Then a twice-over just to be on the safe side.

"Wine?" I asked her, as I rather unsteadily held up the bottle. She glanced at me cooly then smiled. I felt like a goldfish trapped in a small bowl when the neghbour cat decides on a mid-morning snack. "Why not?" she replied, licking her red lips and boiling my water. She continued, "After all, I'm sure that we'll have something to celebrate by the time the evening is over. Is your, er, young lady about to join us?" She looked over to the door. "Perhaps, though, she will be...tied up elsewhere?"

I smothered the impulse to strangle Miss M on the spot. However, as I was a gentleman, once, my gallantry came into play.

*Tied up-that's a good one!" I laughed. But the water in my bowl froze.

[cariad]

I approached the pinnacle of the preparation of a meal, where suddenly all parts of the creation come together, and hopefully the vision is realised.

I spooned the smooth glistening strawberry coulis onto the plates, ran over to full length mirror to check my appearance, quickly wiped down and then polished my dress where it showed signs of kitchen use, slipped on my heels, and returned to the streamer just in time to hear it ping. Grinning at the possibly not over subtle arrangement of asparagus spears on the coulis, I carried the plates through to the dining room.

I was unsure what had happened in my absence but Ed Master had that very intense look deep in his eyes, the ones which every student at Slothlands learnt very quickly that it showed that he meant business.

I stood, just inside the doorway, waiting for Ed Master’s signal to serve.

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear diary,
Well, it is nearly time for a new term to begin. I wonder if I shall receive any applications for the term? My record with the inspectors has been "lost" and several girls have been "paid off"
I know that at least two have showed some interest, but it remains to be seen if they will in fact apply for another whole year of schooling.
Just in case-I shall reorder the uniforms-in bigger sizes. My! How the little darlings have grown!!

[cariad]

Well, I opened a parcel which arrived for EdMaster today. Is filled with assorted signs dangling from chains. Most peculiar. ‘Please check my uniform’; ‘Please spank me’; things like that. Obviously a new idea which he picked up at that Progressive and Perverted Headmaster conference he went to. He looked rather pleased with himself when he got back, and had a very large sample bag which he promptly locked away in the school safe.

I have decided to continue my studies, so I will be moving back into the dorm. I have missed playing with the other pupils. I wonder who is coming back… Do hope there are going to be some new girls, we had so much publicity after the issue of the disappearing estate agent. Very odd how she vanished whilst EdMaster was giving her a tour of the detention suites. I wonder why he was so keen for me to stay in my room the following day when there was all that activity going on.

Is a shame I will not be here for the start of term. Off on a secret mission of my own this time…and I am soooo excited.

[moptop]

The bus dropped me off outside some large, imposing wrought iron gates. I could still hear the driver saying 'Here you are miss - you'll have a spanking good time here, I'm sure!' and then laughing manically before driving off at high speed.

Timidly, I pushed open the gates, and shivered as they squealed on their rusty hinges. I walked down the long driveway, studying the great house as I neared it with some trepidation. There was no sign of life behind the high, dark windows.

I walked up the broad flight of steps to the front door. I hesitated for a moment, then raised the great door knocker. It fell back against the door with an echoing boom.

My throat dry, I waited...

[Uncle_Ed]

I was wandering through the empty building listening to the girlish yelps in my mind. It was full of memories but no bodies.

I thought at that moment that I heard the gates squeal like a pupil in the stocks, but put it down to another memory emerging. I jumped a little when the knocker on the front door sounded out, booming through the corridors like minx when she'd learned that her Aunt's parcel of white chocolate had arrived.

I strolled to the entrance and unbolted the door. I opened it. There stood a vision in pink. The flustered-looking girl standing there bobbed from foot to foot looking uncomfortable. I was put in mind of a flamingo, except this one spoke:

"Hello Sir-I am moptop. I need to...to...go!"

"Hello" I replied, unoriginally, "But you've only just arrived! Why not stay for a cup of tea before returning to the lake?"

The flamingo image had permeated my brain by this point.

She looked at me. To my intense surprise, she grinned. "You have me wrong, Sir! I'm more of a fluffy kitten!"

I stepped back to let the flamingo/kitten hybrid into the hall.

[suchaminx]

Aunts parcel of white chocolate has arrived...........................

*runs down the corrider, slides down the banister and lands in an unceromonious heap at the feet of the new girl*

'ohhhhhh ummmmm hi I'm minxy* I say pulling at my skirt thinking that EdMaster must have had the seamstress take them up at least another couple of inches don't remember my bottom being this cold last year.

Then again, don't think I should say cold to EdMaster - he has very unique ways of warming it up!!

Now how can I ask a new girl to 'come with me' and not have her think it is an offer....................

In my best angellic voice "EdMaster would you like me to show moptop the ropes.....so to speak?"

Why oh why does everything I say have a double meaning - guess that will mean I will be spending time with the new Master this term - Master of Double Entendre - and here was me thinking she was a sub

*goes off arm in arm with moptop*

[moptop]

The door opened to reveal a beard. There was some person attached to it as well, but I didn't take very much notice of it. I did notice a certain glint in the eyes that should have been a warning, but... I was just bursting, and that was more important than anything!!

He seemed to have a fixation on birds and lakes, so I explained my immediate need and my feline nature, and rushed inside as he moved to let me past.

"Where are the cloakrooms, pleaaaaase?" I hopped up and down and noticed his eyes following the movement. He was grinning.

"Come right this way."

He started off down a long corridor. Took a turn to the left. Another long corridor. Right. Each corridor seemed longer than the last. Was I going to make it? My bladder was furious with me.

"Is it far Sir?" I iniquired anxiously, scurrying along behind him.

He turned another corner... another endless corridor... oh no!!!

[Uncle_Ed]

Shaking my head and grinning quietly, I left the two girls to do whatever it is that girls do together in the toilets...

[moptop]

Finally he indicated the Cloakrooms. I was far too preoccupied initially to do more than wave frantically at the surprisingly short-skirted girl offering to help. I didn't have time to wonder about the surprisingly shiny gym uniforms hanging on the rows of pegs, either. My immediate need dealt with - aaaaah - bliss! sweet relief! - I had time to feel shy and came back out of the loo blushing.

Her name was minxy, it seemed. She giggled a lot when she said some things, but I couldn't work out why. Ed Master left us together.

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear diary,

The new girl seems to have made quite a splash. Pity she couldn't have waited...

I see that we appear to have a couple of tentative enquiries for the places that require filling here this term, I can't wait for the official applications-they make for such good reading.

I really need to investigate the goings-on in the dorm at night. Suchaminx, moptop and someone else (Can't be cariad just yet?) seem to be making very odd noises indeed. And filling the wastepaper baskets with chocolate wrappers.

It looks like an interesting term already.

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear diary,

I have just received a most interesting letter of application from a member of the aristocracy. What is of greatest importance is that her Daddy has A Swiss bank account!
I must thoroughly vet this " Lady Epiphany Bratt" as she makes several wild claims about her history. Fortunately, I have an old chum at St Agnes' School for Wayward Bints who will be able to tip me the nod. I must admit to being impressed with her collection of stuffed chavs-especially as they appear to be Burberry-stuffed. I am surprised that she has to ask about Desade being on the reading list...of course he is!

Reminder to self:

Fagging. Hmm...

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear diary,

What with Foot and Mouth disease and all sorts of horrible things around (except Stoat who has been finally put away for that nasty incident with the Chief Constable's secretary) I have deemed it necessary that we have a medical professional on hand. I have a first-class chap starting with us-I'm sure that he will be peering into the girl's...health.

He seems frightfully keen to examine them all REALLY thoroughly-what an enthusiastic addition to the staff. He will fit on in well.

[Selash]

To The Head Master of Slothlands Academy,

My name is Dr. Selash Ersh. German Doctor of Health and Wellbeing. Apon hearing of you need for a Medical Professional, I have desided to offer My application.

I have My own complete labratory and office supplies.

I have a Medical Examination Table with a special custom designed safety restaint system to allow for complete examinations.

My scalpel and speculum collection is top knotch to best allow for the health of my female specimins..

My work is Top Grade and I know that I can ensure the health and well-being of all of your students at Slothlands.

Thank you.

Dr. Selash

[Uncle_Ed]

*Smiling broadly*
I'm sure he will inspire the little darlings with confidence...
*Smile slipping a little...*

[Selash]

Medical Log: Slothlands Academy. Day One.

Today I move in. The office they have given me is very nice, but needs some personal touches.. i have to get my high watt halogen lights in over the Examination Table. But the storage for My tools is very ample.

I wonder when I will get to meet the little students.. I am so very eager to get to know them and check their health...


Log Complete:

Selash MD.

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear diary,
The doctor seems to be right at home! I should start sending the girls to him...I wonder if any will return?

That reminds me! What startling news! Turns out one of the girls is related to me!! I have a niece-moptop. She is the product of a one-night stand (lie down, to be pedantic) between Mabel-Doris, my half-sister (Not sure what the other half is-or ever was) and Jean-Jacques-George a French seaman. A seaman with semen, as it turned out.

I hope she holds onto the family traditions...

[Uncle_Ed]

Having established that moptop is related to me, I decided that she should be the one to have the first examination by "Slasher". If she is truly a Sloth then she will survive. I have my doubts about the good doctor's safety, however.

I dialled the dorm number on the internal phone. "Internal". I shuddered. That is one word I should not use around the doctor...

moptop answered. Clearly there was a fag hanging from her mouth. I hoped it would be a fag of the cigarette kind.

"You are required to have a health check from the doctor-kindly put on some clothing and report to him at 10."

She squawked at me. I supposed it was an agreement.

[moptop]

Well, there's a turn up for the books! It turns out that the Ed Master is my Uncle, too - well, sort of. I do vaguely remember my mum telling me about some half-brother once, when she'd had one too many gin and orange. Or possibly ten too many.

Uncle has told me to keep a journal - I don't know why he insists on calling it that, sounds like a normal old diary to me, but still. *shrugs* If it makes him happy. He also told me he hoped I'd hold the family traditions. Well, I've held a few things in my time, but I've never heard them referred to as traditions before.

Still - at least I know I will get special care from him, being a member of the family! It makes me feel very safe.

He has just told me I have to go and have a medical with Doctor Selash. It's just down the hall and first on the left, he said. How nice that he is so concerned for our health!

Well - I'd better be off, then.

[moptop]

I stood outside the door, rather breathless since I'd had to run - such long corridors! And it's not easy in these heels. I must say, it is an unusual uniform. Tight, too. Anyway - I was late. I usually am, it's a fault of mine.

I tapped on the door, but heard no answer. I hesitated a moment, then opened it. My word! what a sight greeted me! I'd expected just a sight chart and the odd stethoscope, but this looked like a hospital surgery. All those shiny instruments laid out carefully - I didn't recognise most of them but it was very reassuring to know the new Doctor was so well equipped. There was a bench in the centre of the room - what were those straps for? And those bits sticking up?

I stood uncertainly, waiting for the Doctor to appear.

[Selash]

Dear Journal, My first exam.

I as busily finishing some paper work,and this little moppy tart of a girl opens the door to My office... How rude children are today.. Anyway, I stalked to the door and introduced myself. She didnt seem afraid or even concerned about the examination... Taking this as a good sign I dove in. I ushered her over to the table and had her strip to nothing then straped her down tightly... as to ensure her safety.. cant have wiggling patience... And had to use a speculum to ensure her vaginal health, I may have stretched her alittle too much.. because she started screaming.. but I wouldnt let that deter me. Next her nipple sensitivity and durability... I attaches some clips to her nipples and ran some surgical thread through the clips and over a pulley hung from the ceiling and pulled on her nipples until they where tight and stretches out... Then I uses a set of needles with electrodes attached to shock her stretched breasts and based on the resistance leveles I recieved I was able to determine her breasts are firm and healthy, I'm sure the Head Master will love to hear that... Her Vagina is tight and strong... and lastly I had to ensure her nervious system was up to par... releasing her breasts I removed the electrodes and clips and moved to her clitorus... By this time it was bulgding and very firm, a good sign. But just to make sure everything was working, I used and electrostimulation wand... A small insulated wand that when a button was depressed would send out a high voltage shock... after placing that on her clit and pressing the button... She became rather......... Livly.... and I marked that as a grand sign... After the wand went away she calmed down and I loosened her straps and moved her to the recovery room I had build... After she had recovered enough to walk she quickly got dressed and I was surprized at how soon she left...Must have had an important class... Oh well I will send the Test results to the Head Master and begins cleaning for the next student.

I think I am really going to like it here, Journal. I can do my research and practice my trade.

Journal Ends.

[cariad]

Well, I know I have been late for things before, but I am not normally weeks late. Somehow I don’t think Ed Master will have over looked this.

However, I think I have just may have found a way of distracting his thoughts. I remember the way he could not keep his eyes of that estate agent’s cleavage; keep them off, at one point he looked as if he was in danger of descending into it. So I have put already well endowered chest into silk push up bra – I would never break a school rule and not wear one. The gentle roughness of the silk is causing my nipples to stand up so hard that there is no way he is going to be able to miss them. I think that should do the trick. However, just to make sure, I have swapped my normal uniform skirt and panties for latex ones. They are straight out of one of those well thumbed catalogues on his desk, and I am getting awfully hot under them, but being more than two weeks late for the start of term demands drastic measures.

[Uncle_Ed]

I had, of course, noticed cariad's absence. I also noted the decrease in the pile of catalogues on my desk but failed to recognise the significance of the two factors until seeing her creeping ahead of me down one of the corridors.

She looked most distinctly uncomfortable and hot in her non-uniform uniform and I grinned to myself as she paused to hike up the short latex skirt and run her hands around under the tightly-clinging knickers in an effort to peel them away from her skin.

I coughed loudly. She jumped at least a foot in the air and span around, mouth gaping. I could not help but notice her ample breasts displayed by a most indecent bra of red silk. Her nipples danced their own little tango.

"What in the name of Hades are you doing, girl?" I thundered.

cariad looked at me. Clearly she wasn't really afraid. Her eyes locked with mine.

"oh Sir, I'm so sorry I'm so late back. I've had a lot of things that I really really had to do. Am I in trouble?" She tilted her head and peered at me and not only with her eyes.

"Follow me!" I snapped as I turned toward my study. I heard her heels clicking behind me. I grinned in delight.

[cariad]

Hmmmm, the tone of that ‘follow me’ makes me think my ploy did not work.

I thought about trying to splutter out an elaboration to my excuse, but not only could I not think up anything which might not make my predicament work, but it was all I could do to keep up with the striding Ed Master. I wasn’t quite running but was certainly lacking the pose which Slothlands girls always displayed in the school prospectus.

Turning too quickly as I hurried into his study I heard myself scream as I tripped over my own feet and slid on the polished floor, ending up semi prostrate before his desk.

[Uncle_Ed]

"Gods!"

I turned at the sound of cariad tumbling into a most undignified heap on the floor. She looked frankly ridiculous, yet appealing in her helplessness.

"Stand" I peered over my specs at her. She scrambled to her feet and stood nearly to attention. She wrung her hands in front of her in her anguish, she so wished to have made a better impression.

"So! What am I to do with you?" I held up a hand as she attempted to answer.

"I rather think that some form of...unusual punishment is in order" I lifted my hand again to stop her interrupting.

I had a rather good plan in the back of my mind and I could tell from her silent "Oh" That she knew it would be a good one.

I turned to my cupboard and sighed as I saw my favourite tipple. Old Jack would have to stay put for a while longer. I bent to the lower shelves and rummaged for a few seconds. I grabbed a box and straightened up. Turning to cariad I said: "You will wear these for three days. I will naturally be checking up on you"

I handed her the box. She seemed doubtful but then peered inside. She picked up one of the six pink bra and pants sets and examined them until it dawned on her that they all had strategically-placed spring-loaded feathers on the inside. They would keep her busy, I thought.

"After three days-you will report back to me here. I will finish this off with something more familiar to you" I grinned. She didn't...

[cariad]

As I looked with horror at the bra and pants I remembered one of the catalogues on his desk ‘pinks and fluffies’. Even those not randomly placed feathers were pink. I was mortified. The shame and humiliation, not to mention the tickling.

I could feel myself squirming uncomfortably in my latex pants, suddenly extra aware of the places where some of those feathers were going to moving against. I looked up at Ed Master, hoping my eyes pleaded for mercy, but that grin told me there was no hope.

He was already enjoying my predicament and I knew he intended to enjoy it some more.

Fidgeting a little more I asked if I might take my leave to get changed, although I already knew what his answer would be, and made my way to behind the screen in one corner of his study.

In the huge overmantle mirror I could see him easing himself back into his desk chair, and relaxing with Jack as I struggled to remove the latex which I had hoped would distract him. Actually I think my struggles did distract him from Jack for a little while.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. Those feathers. The devious springs kept them from pressing against me they just tickled. I could feel them as I put the wickedly tormenting items on. Was already squirming by the time I had finished. Each movement of my body caused at least one to brush against somewhere which was already standing to attention.

Putting the outer layer of my uniform on I did not know if I was in agony or heaven. And walked back over to his desk I found a particular sway of my hips so delightfully distracting that I continued to let them roll slightly as I stood for inspection.

[Uncle_Ed]

Ah! Life can be sweet! I sat savouring my JD and the thought of cariad struggling for three days with those ridiculous underthings...

She finally got out of the latex pants-with much stretchy-sucky sounds and into the set I had given her. She came around and stood in front of me. I steepled my hands and looked at her intently.

"Young lady" I said, thinking one out of two aint bad, "It is now time for you to get your medical from our new doctor."

She looked dubiously at me. I waved my hand in a "shooing" motion.

"Run along now..."

"Umm, yes Sir!" She turned and shimmied out the door. The actions of certain parts of her anatomy enough to make angels weep...

[cariad]

I got out of Ed Master's office and pushed myself against the corridor wall keeping very still.

Oh bother, when I did not move I missed those feathers' touches. They really are rather nice, but ohhhh soo tormenting too.

Hearing Ed Master's chair scrape over the floor, I ran off towards Dr Selash's office.

[Selash]

Today I heard this moaning and panting outside My door. I opened the door to reveil a beautiful young lass, that looked to be in some distress. I ushered her in an observed her movements and her extremely reveiling bra and pantie combo, and understood that Master Ed had been punishing agian... I wonder... should I punish this one and still get My test results?

[cariad]

I looked at Dr Selash examining me with his eyes. Then I looked around the room which he had just re-equipped. Ed Master had been muttering about how much had been spent on medical equipment and could see that nothing had been skimped on. I sighed softly to myself, even the leather on the examination table looked padded and inviting.

Thinking about that, I squirmed a little and all the feathers cut in again. OHHHHHH! That meanie Ed Master. How was a girl supposed to focus with that sort of torment.

Moaning under my breath and wishing that those feathers would do just a little more than just tease, I crossed the room over to Dr Selash and fluttered my eyelids at him. “I have been sent for my examination”.

[Uncle_Ed.]

Dear diary:
Many things have happened since I last wrote anything here. I really do not know if Slothlands has a future now...the attendance is way down as many girls have "been obliged" to leave. Some for good reasons, some not so good.

I suppose I should start looking for some new pupils. In order for that to work I firstly need some staff... Damn!

I wonder if I should retire..?

[amanda2]

Retirement seems hardly an option as there are many "young things" such as I who need a bit of the education provided at Slothlands.

May this girl please apply?

[MasterMike27]

Uncle Ed I would love to be on your staff if you would let me that is

[cadence]

Dear diary:
Many things have happened since I last wrote anything here. I really do not know if Slothlands has a future now...the attendance is way down as many girls have "been obliged" to leave. Some for good reasons, some not so good.

I suppose I should start looking for some new pupils. In order for that to work I firstly need some staff... Damn!

I wonder if I should retire..?

nooooooooo......I have been patiently waiting with my cello to join the academy, and everyone had left for a break?
I had my forms all filled out and was ready to go to school and learn.
Just when I was going to break down the gates, I saw someone return, and yet I am still waiting.
I will wait some more. but you can't retire the academy needs you.

[Uncle_Ed.]

Well. I have decided upon retirement.

I'm certain that out there somewhere there will be an able successor who will be willing to take over the reins.

Job satisfaction guaranteed!

So-it's now up to you good librarians-who will step up and take on the mantle?

In Friendship,

Ed.