Slothlands Academy

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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!”

"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.

“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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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”.

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.

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”

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?"

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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!!

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.