Chapter Two : Back to School
A little over three weeks later Lisa found herself standing outside a small railway station in the midst of the English countryside. It was a beautiful summer’s day, the sun blazing in a cloudless blue sky. Two hours earlier Mrs Henderson had waved her goodbye. The summer dress she’d been told to wear was one of her own and fitted perfectly. Thankfully her concern about being sent on the train in the horrible party frock had been needless but she was still deeply worried. Simon Barrow was going to make her do lots of things that she didn’t want to do. Lots of really embarrassing things, she was sure of it. Her mind and stomach were both in a turmoil and she felt slightly nauseous; But beneath the thin cotton that clung tightly to the area between her legs she could feel her pussy already starting to get wet. She hated herself for being such a little slut but she couldn’t help it. The sick feeling in the pit of her stomach suddenly got much worse as Simon Barrow’s gleaming Porsche came into view as it rounded a bend in the road.
He didn’t say anything, just smiled as he picked up her tiny case and pushed it into a space behind the seats. She hadn’t been allowed to watch Mrs Henderson packing it but she knew it didn’t contain very much. It was locked and she’d been told to give the key to whoever met her at the station. She handed it to him. He was even more handsome than she remembered and she blushed furiously at the memory of the last time they’d met. Soon they were whizzing down a narrow country lane and he was making conversation as if this was just an ordinary everyday situation. Lisa was so nervous she found herself unable to join in except to mutter the odd yes or no to his questions. Mercifully the journey was over relatively quickly. He turned through a pair of decorative iron gates past an old brick gatehouse and down a tree lined drive. The school as it came into view surprised her. Set in it’s own extensive grounds the main red Tudor manor house was surrounded on three sides by a whole series of other more modern constructions. Classrooms, workshops and living accommodation plus a sports hall and several other buildings which had obviously all been designed with a sympathetic eye for the setting and age of the original site. It was very impressive and much nicer than she’d expected. A slim middle aged woman dressed in a white uniform opened the heavy oak main doors as Simon Barrow drew up outside.
“Welcome to Barrow School young lady,” she said as Lisa stepped from the car.
“Lisa this is Miss Palmer, you’ll address her as Matron at all times. Matron will make sure you’re ready for lessons and meals and she’ll give you your enema each morning and whenever else it’s considered necessary.” The woman smiled generously at Lisa’s shocked expression.
“Jean told me you’d have eaten your packed lunch on the train by the time you arrived. Is that so?” Lisa nodded. “Good. Miss Palmer will show you to your room and put you in your uniform. I expect you in the art block in an hour so I can introduce you to the students. Be punctual!” Lisa nodded again, the butterflies in her stomach getting worse by the second.
Carrying her case she followed the woman through a large hallway, up a flight of stairs and along an oak lined corridor past numerous doors. Finally she was led into a small room containing a single bed, wardrobe and chair. It was spartan with only a tiny window through which sunlight filtered weakly. It reminded Lisa of a prison cell.
“Right young lady,” said the woman, “let’s get you unpacked and ready for this afternoon.” Producing the key she opened the small leather case and quickly laid out it’s contents on the bedspread. Lisa stared in horror. Six incredibly short blue skirts and a single pleated white one together with six very small light blue vests and a “cut off” sports top. No bras just half a dozen pairs of thin white cotton knickers. A pair of training shoes, a pair of black leather shoes, two pairs of sports socks and six pairs of white knee socks. That was it besides a small makeup bag! She couldn’t believe it. Was this all she’d be allowed to wear for a whole week, what if they went somewhere? The thought made her shiver with dread and then she realised that the exchange students would be seeing her dressed in only these things. She bit her lip, her stomach tying itself in knots. It took only seconds for Matron to tidy the items away in the wardrobe.
“Let’s have your clothes off and then I’ll show you the San. I’ll expect you at 7am sharp each morning. Don’t be late or I’ll have to report you to Mr Barrow. Well come on, get your things off you haven’t got long!” Lisa stood immobile for a few seconds, the dreadful reality of her situation only now beginning to dawn. Under the woman’s interested gaze she pulled the dress up and over her head, unhooked her bra and then slid her knickers down and off. Standing naked in just a pair of sandals her face grew redder and redder as Matron looked her up and down. The woman took her time, allowing her eyes to rove over the full breasts with their pointy hard nipples down the flat stomach to the hairless pubic mound. Even though Lisa had her legs pressed tightly together the lips of her pussy projected down and bulged slightly out from the vee between her thighs. Miss Palmer smiled knowingly into the younger woman’s bright red face.
“Come with me.”
“B….B….But I haven’t got anything on!”
“Well of course you haven’t you stupid girl. How am I going to clean you properly if you have your clothes on?” With that she went out of the room indicating that Lisa should follow her. Feeling tremendously self conscious and very embarrassed Lisa scurried after her. Everything was wobbling as she tried to cover her boobs with one hand and her pussy with the other.
The San was a brightly lit spacious room a few doors further down the corridor. The walls and floor were completely covered in white tiles and a faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air. A door led off into a cubicle containing a sink, shower and toilet. Various cabinets stood against the walls, all manner of medical equipment arrayed on their glass shelves. In one corner was a desk, but it was one of the pieces of furniture that occupied the centre of the room that immediately drew Lisa’s eyes. The first was a typical examination couch but the second was something you’d probably find in a science fiction film. It was all adjustable chrome tubing and black pads and looked like some kind of nightmarish robotic insect.
“Kneel on the rests and bend over the saddle,” said Miss Palmer, pointing to a large black object at the centre of the beast. As Lisa approached the thing she realised the saddle was in fact a curved leather pad with two spaces for her knees slightly below and behind it. Acutely aware of her nakedness she reluctantly knelt and slid forwards across the “saddle”. Automatically she grasped the two handles that projected out in front of her.
Matron, now wearing a pair of rubber gloves, calmly secured the younger woman’s wrists with leather cuffs to the handles. Her ankles were similarly secured behind her. An electrical buzz filled the air and Lisa suddenly felt the saddle push against her stomach then she was being lifted and pulled in several directions at the same time. It was frightening but she was powerless in the grip of the mechanical monster as it flexed itself. Gradually her head dropped towards the floor and her hips rose as her legs were drawn steadily further and further apart. As Miss Palmer released the control box Lisa was left spread wide open. The crack between her buttocks was drawn fully apart revealing both the pink lipped slit of her pussy and the tight wrinkled entrance of her bottomhole. She felt totally helpless and totally exposed. Bathed in embarrassment she groaned and jerked as the older woman without warning suddenly pushed several rubber clad fingers deep inside her already very wet pussy. The fingers moved forcefully back and forth causing Lisa to groan loudly. Then matron began spreading the slippery secretions upwards along the crack of her latest pupil’s buttocks. Quite deliberately she inserted just the tip of one finger into the flinching anal rosebud. Lisa squeezed her abdominal muscles as hard as she could but the finger continued reaming the interior of her bumhole. It suddenly penetrated all the way inside as far as it could go. She squealed and shook her head consumed with humiliation as her most private of places was intimately penetrated by a total stranger. Anita Palmer on the other hand was enjoying herself immensely. It wasn’t often that a female “pupil”, especially one as well developed as Lisa James, was left in her charge so she was going to make damn sure she enjoyed every single moment of the coming week.
From her head down position Lisa watched worriedly as the woman went to one side of the room and pushed a steel stand with some sort of apparatus mounted on it back towards her.
“Time to get you nice and clean inside young lady,” she said, “just your bottom today but I might give that fat vagina of yours a good scrub sometime!” She laughed quietly as the younger red faced woman mouthed a silent “No!” It took little pressure to force the steel nozzle past the clenching anal sphincter. Lisa’s head rolled weakly from side to side as the unbearable sensations intensified as the tube penetrated further and further into her rectal passageway. Consumed with shame she could do little except sob quietly to herself. Suddenly she felt an incredible tightening in her bumhole and cried out in alarm. Miss Palmer calmly released a little pressure from the inflatable collar not wishing to cause any permanent harm to the delicate ring of muscle.
“This is going to be rather uncomfortable for you but today it’ll be over and done with quite quickly. I won’t be so rushed for the rest of the week though!” She laughed happily as Lisa began moaning in protest as the pump started and warm fluid began flowing into her bowels. Her stomach quickly distended and bulged painfully. She began pleading for Matron to turn it off. Her bottom felt full to bursting, she’d experienced enemas before but never anything like this.
“Just a few seconds more and you’ll be nicely full,” she said. Lisa’s stomach began cramping, the pain coming in waves that rose and subsided at regular intervals. Each seemed a little more intense than the last until clenching her teeth wasn’t enough to stop her crying out.
“Nnnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooeeeeeeee! Make it stop! Please make it stop!”
“Nonsense you’re going to stand it for a lot longer than that. It’s only been a few minutes.” It seemed an eternity to Lisa.
“Anyway I’ve got something here which will help take your mind off your bottom.”
Carefully returning the cap to the tube she smoothed a little of the cream between her fingertips. Reaching underneath her trembling pupil she took a firm hold of one of the inflamed and already hard nipples. Lisa gasped as the oily substance was worked into the fleshy point and it’s surrounding aureole and then it’s twin. For a few moments she felt nothing untoward and then her nipples quite simply froze! The intense cold was unbearable but it quickly changed to an unpleasant prickling and then a stinging sensation. In panic she shook her breasts from side to side hoping to cool the fire in their tortured tips.
“Ow! It stings! Ooooooooooooo!” At the same time her stomach convulsed and she groaned in agony. The next ten minutes provided Matron with an amusing musical interlude. She sauntered around the helpless younger woman smiling and laughing as the painful sensations combined to produce a symphony of squeals and moans.
Gradually the burning in her nipples subsided but she was acutely aware of how hard they were, so hard it was almost painful. They were unnaturally sensitive as well, she could even feel the air in the room moving across them. The pains inside her stomach and bottom were indescribable by the time Miss Palmer helped her down from the saddle. A few inches of black tube projected from her anus and as she stumbled towards the toilet cubicle it looked as though some sort of obscene dog’s tail was wagging between her bum cheeks. Relief overwhelmed her as the anal collar was deflated and she was allowed to expel the contents of her bottom. Under the older woman’s stern eyes it was incredibly embarrassing to go but her need was so urgent that she just had to. It took a few minutes to wash and dry herself before she followed the Nurse back down the corridor. Getting into the uniform took seconds, there was very little of it. She arrived outside the Art block with only moments to spare. Very nervously she knocked.
“Come in.”
Lisa found herself standing in front of a room full of schoolboys! Simon Barrow and another man of similar age were also there but she hardly noticed them. She was having difficulty breathing, they were so young! The shock was all consuming, she’d expected students, 18 to 20 year olds but these were boys and they only looked to be about 15! Her face burned as every eye in the room turned towards her but it was hardly surprising, she made a truly arousing sight. Little of Lisa James’ figure was hidden from view. To see a fully formed 27 year old in a tiny skirt, vest and knee socks was quite simply amazing, especially when the bulge of her pussy was clearly visible. She knew she looked like every young boy’s wet dream and was horribly aware of her excruciatingly hard nipples which were forming two very obvious points in the front of her vest.
“Well James this is Mr Harris and these are your classmates. They’re from a school on the outskirts of Naples. I expect you to help them in anyway that’s required, you’ll find their English very good. They need a model for this afternoon’s class so you’re it.” Lisa looked into his blue eyes her face burning with shame, surely he didn’t expect her to stay dressed like this in front of them. It was so embarrassing.
Under the direction of Mr Harris the boys began moving furniture around the room.
“While they’re getting ready I might as well explain a few things to you,” said Simon Barrow, pointing to a desk and indicating that she should sit. Unsurprisingly she found it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying.
“…..so my staff will discipline you as they see fit. If you fail to complete a task or I have any reports of a lack of effort on your part you’ll be punished. At the end of the week we’re all going to review your progress and decide what to do with you.” Lisa looked into his grinning face.
“Here’s your timetable, make sure you’re at the right place at the right time or you’ll be sorry!” Handing her the sheet of paper he couldn’t help laughing at her very red and very worried face. She looked at her timetable for the coming week and shivered.
Time Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
7 San San San San San
8 Kitchen duty Kitchen duty Kitchen duty Kitchen duty Kitchen duty
9 English English History
Maths "Garden Maths Maths "Supply
Duty" Run"12 Lunch Lunch Lunch
1 Arrival Report to San Report to San Report to San
2 Art "Human Games "Physiology "Sex "Lisa James
"Life Class" Anatomy" Project" Education" Review"
5 Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner Dinner
7 Lights out Lights out Lights out Lights out "Student "Lisa James
Social" Disciplinary"
“Here girl,” said James Harris indicating a large wooden box partially draped with a velvet sheet that now sat directly in the centre of a ring of easels and eager smiling boys. Very self consciously Lisa walked to the box and perched on it’s edge. She wasn’t stupid. She knew things were about to get excruciatingly embarrassing. Her heart was already fluttering madly in her chest. With Simon Barrow sitting to one side of the room the teacher explained to his class that today they’d be concentrating on life drawing. His favoured technique was to draw each part of the human body in isolation before attempting a full study. The boys listened intently but their eyes roamed continuously over Lisa’s body. Perched as she was she did her best to keep her legs pressed tightly together but her knickers remained visible as did the hard points of her breasts. She could feel her face burning under the boy’s obvious scrutiny.
“….so we’ll start with the legs,” the teacher was saying, “let’s have your skirt and socks off first young lady.” Lisa looked at him her face reflecting shock. God no please, surely he wasn’t going to make her take her clothes of in front of the leering boys.
“Hurry up girl we haven’t got all day,” said Mr Harris. Simon Barrow was watching the drama unfold with an amused expression on his face.
“B…B…But sir,” she started to stammer.
“Get them off now!” he shouted, making Lisa and her audience jump in unison. It undid very easily. She stepped out of it then slid her socks down to her ankles. The boys eyes lit up at the display she was now making of herself. Her legs were fully revealed all the way up to the tops of her thighs. The tight white cotton knickers clung tightly to the intimate curves and creases between her legs. She clasped her hands in front of herself, trying to hide the bulge of her pussy from their gaze.
“Up on the platform, bend right over and grip your ankles, hurry up!” Reluctantly Lisa clambered onto the box and did as instructed. Her bum stuck rudely out as she bent over. He talked for a few moments pointing out structure and musculature and lightly touching her legs in various places but only fleetingly. Lisa began to feel light headed when she realised he had started to describe her buttocks. She nearly fell off the box when he suddenly reached up and yanked her knickers forcefully up between her bum cheeks. Her trembling buttocks were now fully exposed with only a tiny strip of material covering her most private areas. The bulge of her pussy was clearly outlined by the tight cotton, the dividing crease obvious to the now sniggering boys. She wished with all her heart that she could somehow become invisible…..But instead she was made to adopt the embarrassing posture for a good 15 minutes before she was allowed to get down. She didn’t dare touch her knickers which remained pulled tightly up into the crease of her bum. Red faced she stood in front of them, the mound of her pussy teasingly outlined for everyone to see. Having to show herself to them was having a very worrying effect. She hated herself for it but she could feel an unmistakable wetness seeping from her pussy.
Lisa looked at the boys and they looked back with amused eyes. They were laughing and giggling, their faces red with excitement. She only caught the odd comment but these she had difficulty understanding. Italian wasn’t a language she’d ever studied in school or out. The shame of being displayed for them was quite simply awful. Her attention was drawn quickly back to Mr Harris as his words penetrated her reverie…..
“….so the upper body has numerous nuances of muscle and skin tone. Remove your top girl.” Lisa felt herself being tipped into a black hole but unfortunately it wasn’t real. He wanted her top off but surely he could see she wasn’t wearing a bra! She began to plead, much to her new classmates amusement, to be allowed to retain the flimsy vest.
“Please Sir, don’t make me take it off, please! They’ll see my boobs!” James Harris exchanged a knowing look with his colleague.
“Take it off at once!” he shouted angrily. Simon Barrow was staring at her with a smile on his face. Her pleading unsurprisingly fell on deaf ears. Very slowly she grasped the vest and pulled it up and off over her head. There was an audible gasp and a sudden increase in the sexual tension within the room as Lisa’s breasts wobbled and juddered into view. She quickly covered herself with her arms, hunching her shoulders in a vain attempt at hiding her soft globes from their prying eyes.
“Hands behind your back girl,” barked the schoolmaster. Looking despairingly at her audience she reluctantly did as she was told.
The view of her breasts was now unrestricted. They jutted forwards towards the giggling boys. Her face burned furiously as their eyes roamed over her trembling boobs, she could “feel” them looking directly at her hard and very red nipples. The cream which matron had applied earlier had made them super sensitive. This together with their exposure to her “classmates” was making them harder than they’d ever been before. She squirmed with embarrassment as Mr Harris began describing her once again. Standing behind her he cupped her boobs in his hands. She gasped and tried to bend forwards away from him but a threatening “keep still” from Simon Barrow stopped her. James Harris lifted the full globes towards his audience talking continuously about shadow and light and how in life drawing it was difficult to represent such soft flesh convincingly. The boys watched fascinated as Lisa moaned softly, her face absolutely scarlet. He moved to stand in front of her and took a firm grip on one of her rock hard nipples, she gasped loudly. To add to her distress he had the boys come closer. They crowded eagerly forwards as the teacher pinched and pulled the hard point, laughing each time she gasped and squealed as the terribly embarrassing examination continued.
“Arms above your head girl.” The wobbling breasts lifted towards their smiling faces. He had her stand sideways, lean forwards, place her hands behind her head, lean backwards and even, after some urging, shake herself for them. Each position afforded them an interesting and different view of the delicious juddering flesh. By the time he’d finished her breasts and nipples were throbbing with discomfort and she was totally consumed with shame. Once the boys had returned to their seats she was ordered to adopt the first of many revealing positions. During the rest of the afternoon, amid much laughter and giggling, they attempted to draw her from every conceivable angle. The time passed incredibly slowly for Lisa and by the time the clock on the wall showed 5pm she was exhausted. Being almost naked in front of them was so embarrassing she didn’t know where to look or what to do. An underlying panic had filled her the whole time, she just wanted to escape but there was no way out. Luckily she was allowed to get dressed as the boys filed out of the room. Their smiles and comments as they left hardly affected her, she was just so relieved at being able to cover herself up once again.
She found the Refectory easily enough, the signs within the school were all very clear and easy to understand. It was her nose however that led her there, the delicious aromas wafting down the corridors acted as a perfect guide. The boys were already eating their meal sat at a long table with James Harris. They all turned to look at her as she entered. A wave of embarrassment washed over her when she saw Simon Barrow and a good half dozen or so other people sitting at an adjacent table. Their attention brought a fresh blush to her cheeks as she once again realised just how revealing her “uniform” was. Heading for the self-service counter she helped herself to several generous servings from the array of dishes on display.
“Lisa James come here.” His voice caused her stomach to churn. Simon Barrow smiled up at her as she stood in front of him holding her tray.
“I want you to meet some of the staff.” Besides Matron there were two other woman sat at the table. One was young, maybe 20, with short blonde hair, the other a similar age to Miss Palmer.
“This is Miss Fiona Cole our Mathematical genius, you’ll find her very exacting I’m sure!” They all laughed and smiled at Lisa’s look of confusion. The young woman stared at her with cold eyes. He continued around the table, Mr Finch Languages, Mr Wilson Biology, Miss Johnson Biology, Mr Cranshaw History. Lisa’s nervousness meant that she forget the names almost immediately except for the last person that Simon Barrow introduced. He stood out in several ways from the rest of them. Firstly he was very big, even sitting Lisa realised he was over 6 foot tall and heavily built. Secondly he was a Negro. His liquid brown eyes devoured her where she stood and he smiled slowly when his name was mentioned,
“And this is Mr Cain our Sports master. Now you’ll be meeting most of us this week during lesson time but I’m sure everyone will introduce themselves to you sooner or later.” A guffaw of laughter passed around the table.
“When you’ve finished your meal Matron would like a word with you in your room, now off you go, it’s only an hour to your bedtime!” Lisa blushed furiously and made her way to an unoccupied table. By the time she’d finished her food the room was almost empty.
Anita Palmer was already sitting expectantly in Lisa’s room by the time her “pupil” returned from the Refectory at a quarter to 7.
“Right young lady as I said earlier I expect you to be waiting for me outside the San door each morning at 7am sharp. You can use the San’s toilet facilities in the evening and obviously during the night and make sure you shower properly before bedtime. No doubt someone will come in to check that you’re ready for bed by 7pm.” “Someone” had an ominous ring to it and Lisa didn’t like the sly smile that crossed her tormentor’s face.
“Now do you have any questions?” She stood in front of Miss Palmer her mind in a whirl,
“W…W…What will I wear to go to bed in Miss?”
“You really are a silly little girl at times aren’t you? You’ll go to bed in the nude. You’re only allowed your uniform for lessons. At all other times you’ll present yourself naked. Do you understand?” Lisa’s cheeks burned at being spoken to in such a childish manner. The realisation that she wouldn’t be allowed any clothes at night or in the morning before breakfast worried her, what if someone saw her naked? What if one of the boys saw her? The thought made her shiver.
“Now get undressed I want a proper look at you before you go for your shower.” Lisa slowly removed her uniform blushing furiously when her hairless pussy and stiff nipples were once again revealed to the older woman’s gaze. Anita Palmer had her “pupil” turn this way and that before bending her over the edge of the bed. After forcing the girl’s legs wide apart she began a leisurely examination of the areas between the trembling thighs and bum cheeks. She smiled to herself when her ministrations caused Lisa to moan loudly and weave her hips frantically from side to side. By the time she’d finished her examination of the girl’s defenceless vaginal opening sticky fluid was oozing copiously onto the bedspread.
It didn’t take long to shower and clean her teeth. She felt ridiculous scampering back to her room but the threat of being seen naked was enough to make her run as fast as she could. The sound of voices filtering up from the ground floor did little to calm her nerves so she was more than a little relieved to finally slide safely between the crisp white sheets. Once she’d carefully set the alarm clock for 6.45am she tried to fall asleep but it was impossible to ignore the pulsing in her pussy. So much had happened during the day, so many humiliating things. The thoughts, together with her fingers, quickly encouraged the arrival of a frighteningly intense orgasm. Exhausted by the day’s events and with daylight continuing to fill the little room Lisa James fell into a deep sleep.