The Continuing Adventures Of Lisa James : Forced To Please

          Lisa James partly opened her eyes before turning over and snuggling down under the warm covers. Nooooooo! She was so cosy and so comfortable but something was nagging at her to wake up. Then she heard it. A gentle tapping on her bedroom door. She turned over again and managed to croak out a “yes” and then groaned as she saw the time. It was only ten to seven and she’d been hoping for a lay in. Normally on a Monday she’d already have been up and getting dressed for work, but she had the day off so had been planning a really lazy morning. Holly, her young niece, popped her head around the door.

          “Sorry to wake you but Jean is taking me to the station in a little while and I wanted to say bye. I’ve brought you a coffee,” she said, almost apologetically, as she walked into the room and set the mug down on the bedside table.

         “It’s been amazing.” Lisa couldn’t help smiling at her as she dragged herself up into a sitting position. “Amazing” wasn’t a word she’d have used to describe the dreadfully embarrassing events that she’d been subjected to over the last few days, but she knew exactly what her niece meant. Mrs Henderson had invited the girl to participate in the sexual domination of her Auntie, and it had been obvious that their guest had enjoyed herself enormously.

          “Yeah I know,” she said. Holly blushed.

          “Jean’s cooking breakfast if you want some,” said the young girl, “and it smells delicious!”

          When Lisa padded down the stairs ten minutes later and walked into the kitchen Holly was already tucking into bacon, eggs, mushrooms and beans. There was a rack of perfectly browned toast sat in the middle of the table and her niece had been correct, breakfast did smell delicious. She felt her mouth starting to water.

          “Ah there you are,” said Jean Henderson with a huge smile, “would you like a little of everything?” As she asked she was already filling a plate for her lodger and then all three of them sat and talked whilst they ate. It was a completely normal conversation, as it often was, and a conversation that totally ignored the events of the previous few days when Lisa had been a submissive plaything for not only her landlady, but Holly too!

          “Now I know you were expecting the day off but Andrew asked me if he could look after you today, and it seemed like a good idea so I said yes. I know you enjoy it when he babysits you.” The older woman smiled as the colour immediately drained from Lisa’s face.

          “B...but I was going...”

       “Yes I know, but he hasn’t seen you for two weeks, and he seemed quite eager that you should go round and see him this morning. I think he said nine thirty.” Holly giggled as she looked at her Auntie’s gradually reddening face.

          “Sounds like Mr Blake might have something nice planned for you,” she said teasingly. A familiar anxiety began to seep into Lisa’s mind. Noooooo! Oh No please! Today was supposed to be my day and what was Mr Blake going to do to her! It would be awful, really awful, she knew it would! The thought gave her goose bumps.

          Holly had met Andrew Blake, Mrs Henderson’s neighbour, the first time she’d been to visit her Aunt. She’d been invited to watch as he’d put Lisa through an incredibly intimate and shameful inspection. He’d shaved her pussy and even used some tweezers to remove any stray hairs from not only her deliciously plump slit but also from the crack between her bottom cheeks! Watching her naked Auntie struggling to bear the intense humiliation had turned Holly on so so much, arousing feelings that she didn’t know she had! It had been quite literally incredible!

          “I’ve laid your school uniform out on the spare bed. You’ve got just enough time to take a shower and get ready, and I’d suggest that you make sure you’re not late!” Mrs Henderson and Holly laughed as blushing hotly Lisa immediately stood up and scampered from the room.

          Half and hour later and Holly’s case was safely stowed in the boot of Jean Henderson’s car. The older woman stood in the hallway and called up to her lodger.

          “We’re leaving now. You’d better come and say goodbye...and hurry up!” The pair of them couldn’t help grinning as they both watched Lisa walk slowly down the stairs.

          “Goodness,” commented Holly with a laugh, “I bet Mr Blake’s going to love you in that!” Self consciously Lisa stood in front of her tormentors as they casually looked her up and down, her face hot with embarrassment. To say the school uniform was revealing was an understatement. The style could best be described as “Slutty Schoolgirl”, and was a look that would usually be reserved for the bedroom as a treat for a boyfriend or husband. It certainly wasn’t an outfit that you’d ever want to be seen wearing in a public place! Holly couldn’t help staring at her Aunt’s generous breasts. They were sticking straight out and it was obvious that she didn’t have a bra on. Her already swollen and very stiff nipples were forming two distinct points in the thin material of the white blouse.

          Jean Henderson chuckled and smiled as her red faced toy squirmed where she stood, nervously tugging down on the hem of the ridiculously short skirt. It was a futile effort as there was no stretch in the grey cotton. It remained firmly fixed in place revealing the whole of the girl’s deliciously smooth thighs and only just hiding the generous bulge of her pussy. From the back she knew that the lower curves of Lisa's bottom cheeks would be peeping out. She'd carefully measured and adjusted the skirt so it would do just that.

          "Showing yourself off again you little tart! I wouldn't be at all surprised if Andrew hasn’t invited a few of his friends to have a look at you this morning." Both she and Holly laughed again as Lisa's red face clouded with worry once more.

          A striped tie, grey knee socks and a pair of black court shoes completed the uniform and hanging from one of the coat hooks on the hallstand behind them was a grey school blazer. Lisa couldn't help continuing to fiddle with the edge of the skirt, it was so horribly short and she was desperate to retain at least some degree of modesty, no matter how small! What she had on underneath the skirt was adding to her anxiety, especially as she knew that sooner or later "someone" would make her show them exactly what she was wearing. She was already trembling all over but the thought made her shudder. The knickers were so tiny and so tight that when she'd looked at herself in the mirror ten minutes earlier she'd been appalled at how much they revealed. The translucent material was squeezing her hairless mound into a prominent bulge that showed not only her slit but also outlined each of her already puffy lips, and even the protruding bump of her clitty! To make matters worse she could already feel herself growing shamefully wet and tingly!

          Holly hugged her tightly.

           “You look yummy," she said, "I can't wait to come and stay again." Lisa hugged her niece back and knew that she meant it.

          "Right," said Mrs Henderson, "we're off. I'll see you later and I’d better not hear any reports that you’ve misbehaved at school or you’ll be sorry my girl!” Lisa saw the gleam of amusement in her landlady's eyes as the older woman turned away and closed the front door. The alarm bells that were already ringing inside her head seemed suddenly much louder. But she already had enough to be concerned about so after a quick glance at the hall clock she rushed back up the stairs.

          Just before nine thirty she knocked gently on Mr Blake’s front door and jumped in surprise when it immediately swung open. She'd managed to navigate the short journey from Mrs Henderson's without being seen by any passing cars, but was acutely aware that any of their neighbours could have seen her hurrying along the pavement in the shamefully revealing outfit. She licked her lips and swallowed nervously.

          "Where on earth have you been?" he snapped, "we've been waiting for you."

          "B...B...but Mrs Hend…" was all she managed to mumble before he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. She squeaked in dismay as he began to push and prod her towards the door at the far end of his hallway. It was a large house and although she’d been in both his kitchen and lounge on a few occasions on most of her visits he'd take her to his study. It was where he liked to “deal with her”, as he put it, but it was the memory of what had happened the last time, several weeks ago, that she'd so desperately tried to forget…

          It had been a Wednesday evening. Besides the weekends Wednesdays were the one day of the week that Lisa was regularly subjected to her landlady's strict regime. So that night, after she'd arrived home, showered and eaten, she'd been expecting a punishment of some sort, as always happened. It was part of the deliciously wicked game that she regularly played with her dominant Mistress. Sitting in her office on a Wednesday afternoon she’d always find herself constantly glancing at the clock, she couldn’t help it. Inevitably by the time five thirty arrived her pussy would be shamefully wet and throbbing with nervous anticipation.

          Mrs Henderson had taken her up to the bathroom and made her strip naked. The embarrassment had been all consuming but also horribly arousing. She'd been turned and bent into several revealing positions. Each and every private part and opening of her trembling body had been intimately examined, whilst her Mistress had constantly commented on her “sluttish” reactions. When the older woman had then gone to the bathroom cabinet, where numerous items were kept, items that were regularly used to cause her submissive toy the most excruciating of humiliations, Lisa had felt literally sick with anxiety. When she'd then seen the enema nozzle that her landlady had selected she'd pleaded with her to please not use it, please not that one, she'd be good, she'd do exactly as she was told, oh please! Please! Please not that one!

          Jean Henderson had grinned at the panic in her lodger’s voice. She'd picked it precisely because she knew that the girl hated the thing, and with good reason. Moulded to be an accurate representation of a horribly veined and swollen penis it was of much larger dimensions than any normal enema nozzle, being several inches long and also alarmingly thick! Lisa's stomach and bottom hole had both begun to clench uncontrollably and she hadn't been able to stop herself from whimpering as she'd been pulled down across the waiting lap.

          At first the older woman had been content to lightly spank the helpless cheeks whilst running her fingers in and around the already wet and slippery vaginal folds. But finally she'd pushed a fingertip into the desperately tightening anal opening. She'd hummed quietly to herself as her lodger had jerked and squealed and gasped, the protests increasing in volume when a generous blob of cold lubricant had also been worked into the clenching entrance. The initial insertion had required a degree of pressure and Lisa had shrieked as her tiny bottom hole had been painfully stretched by the girth of the stiff plastic intruder. Sobbing and pleading for it to stop had gained her no respite from the incredibly humiliating penetrations, and her smiling Mistress had spent several enjoyable minutes repeatedly forcing the nozzle in and out of her pet’s straining pink ring.

          It had taken a surprisingly short time for the enema bag's contents to drain into Lisa's bowels. Once the tube had been clamped shut she'd been left standing in the empty bathtub whilst her landlady had gone downstairs to make herself a cup of tea. The terrible cramping had started straight away and by the time Jean Henderson had returned her plaything had been groaning and begging to be allowed to empty herself. Fifteen minutes later a horribly nervous Lisa had stood shaking on their neighbour's doorstep with the dreaded strap held tightly in her hand and a thin raincoat covering the “outfit” that she’d been made to wear. She'd known that something awful was going to happen, but the reality had proved far more mortifying than she could ever have imagined.

          Once through Mr Blake's front door she’d been told to remove her coat. Even that first exposure had made her heart flutter in her chest. He’d spent a few moments looking her up and down and then on her high heeled stilettos she’d tottered down the hallway and followed him into his study. To her horror two elderly men had been sitting in the room watching something on a large screen TV, but they’d both turned to look at her as she’d entered. She’d immediately noticed the noises coming from the thing. Frantic squeals and sobs, together with the unmistakable sound of a cane striking soft flesh. She’d known what they were watching before she’d even looked, but her eyes had been inexorably drawn to the indecent images on the screen. She’d recognised her own voice pleading and begging for it to stop! To stop for just one second! She’d be good, she’d do as she was told! She’d do anything he wanted! Anything! Her face had burned as she’d watched her poor bum cheeks writhing and wriggling as the thin rattan had striped the helpless curves again and again. And between the reddened buttocks she’d clearly seen her swollen pink slit, and even her desperately clenching bumhole as her hips had jerked and rolled in response to each agonizing impact. When the picture had suddenly frozen the room had fallen silent. Andrew Blake had removed his finger from the pause button and Lisa had almost swooned as she’d felt an intense wave of humiliation wash over her.

          She’d tried not to look at them, tried to avoid their amused smiles, but had felt the old men’s eyes as they’d roved hungrily over her barely concealed charms. The black lingerie had been completely see through revealing not only her painfully stiff nipples, but also her hairless slit as it had pressed rudely against the front of the miniscule G-string. From behind her buttocks had been completely bared, just a thin black strip disappearing into the crack between her generous rear cheeks. And beneath those cheeks black hold up stockings had gripped her soft thighs causing a bulge of sensitive flesh to protrude above each elasticated top. The tight underwear had done exactly what it had been designed to do, embarrassingly expose every secret fold and crease of her trembling body to whomever she was made to stand in front of. And what followed had been several hours of not only unimaginable embarrassment, but also excruciatingly shameful arousal...

          She’d been told to remove the flimsy underwear, and do it “sexily”, and after performing the degrading striptease had been made to stand with her hands on her head and display herself, both front and back. Her face had burned as they’d discussed her physical attributes and then she’d gasped and squirmed as their hands had leisurely explored her helpless nudity. Once made to bend over and with her legs spread wide she’d had to expose her nervously tightening anal hole before each of her abusers had taken a turn with the strap. Within a few moments the stinging in her writhing bottom had had her sobbing and begging for them to stop, but of course they hadn’t.

          The humiliation of being naked in front of the three older men, and being made to cry, had resulted in an even more embarrassing reaction, one that she’d had no control over whatsoever...her pussy had literally flooded with sticky wetness. Of course they’d noticed and then taken great pleasure in examining the slippery folds between her thighs. The embarrassment had been overpowering, but when she’d then been told to kneel on a large leather stool it had quickly become unbearable.

          They’d each stood behind her and, ignoring her sobbing and pleading, taken it in turns to fuck her as roughly, or as gently, as they’d pleased. It had gone on for a long time. They’d been in no rush, and she’d been instructed to look up into the eyes of her other tormentors whilst she was being penetrated. Their laughter and comments, and the obvious amusement on their faces, had made her cheeks burn but she hadn’t been able to stop herself from gasping and groaning, nor stop her hips from rolling wantonly as they’d continued. Most shamefully she’d found herself pushing backwards onto each stiff cock as it had stretched her tight hole. To add even more intensity to the dreadful situation, if that had been possible, she’d been warned that if she came without permission she’d be punished. Inevitably when she’d then been driven to the point of no return she’d begged to be allowed to come, but of course had been denied.

          Unable to control herself she’d had several shuddering orgasms and the caning she’d received afterwards had been not only excruciatingly painful but also humiliating in the extreme. As the thin cane had scored her already scorching rear cheeks she’d felt the old men’s combined emissions oozing from her abused slit and dribbling slowly down the backs of her thighs. She’d felt incredibly ashamed, but as a final degrading indignity she’d been forced to lick those same emissions, and indeed her own secretions, from each gradually softening penis. The memories were almost too painful to contemplate but try as she might she couldn’t stop the horrible images from flickering inside her head.

          And now she found herself back in that same awful room. She recognised the leather stool, Mr Blake’s large desk and the high backed dining chairs standing against one wall. But the pair of armchairs, that had been sat on either side of the ornate fireplace had been turned to face into the room. It was what they had been turned towards that made her feel suddenly sick. She shivered and blood flooded into her face when she saw the old fashioned school desk with a blackboard standing next to it. Two S-shaped tubular steel supports held the desk’s top and it’s wooden seat together in a single piece. But those things were instantly forgotten when she realised that there was someone else standing there waiting for her. It was a teenage boy. His small and beady eyes immediately drew her attention. She quickly looked away but not before she saw the cruelty reflected in them. She’d seen that same look before.

          “Where have you been young lady,” the boy snapped, “you’re late!” Her face flamed at his words. His superior tone and the chuckling coming from Mr Blake made her feel like a little girl rather than a twenty seven year old woman! The humiliation of what was happening was already making her head swim but she knew that the situation was going to get a lot lot worse!

          “Get that blazer off,” said Andrew Blake sharply, “and then go and stand at the front of the class and introduce yourself.” He smiled at the look of desperation that flashed across her face. Self-consciously she did as she was told, slipping the jacket off and handing it to him. Then with her thinly covered breasts swaying and wobbling she went and stood by the blackboard. Both he and his guest smiled broadly as her cheeks turned scarlet with embarrassment. She knew her hardened nipples were forming two very obvious points in the front of the thin blouse and horribly aware of this rude exposure she crossed her arms over her chest trying her best to hide the shamefully stiff tips from their amused eyes.

          “Stop slouching and stand up straight!” the boy snapped. Her face bloomed with heat again. The embarrassment of being spoken to as if she was a little girl was already affecting her mentally. She knew that she had to “do as she was told”. She had to be a good girl. Her confusion grew as it always did in these awful situations. She was a grown woman for goodness sake! Why did she let this happen, why was she doing as she was told! What was the matter with her! But the shameful humiliation was causing her pussy to flood with guilty wetness and she obediently pulled her shoulders back and stood up straight.

          Andrew Blake and his younger companion spent a few moments looking with interest at the visibly nervous “schoolgirl”. Her face was blushing hotly which was hardly surprising considering how sexually provocative she looked. Her big breasts were thrusting forwards and her nipples looked stiff and dark pink through the semi-translucent cotton. Added to which the skirt she had on was indecently short exposing the whole of her bare thighs to their combined gaze. She squirmed as they looked at her, she couldn’t help it. The boy being present was making her anxiety levels spiral out of control.

          “This is Mr Jackson young lady,” said Andrew Blake as he settled himself comfortably into one of the armchairs. “He’ll be in charge of you for this mornings lesson. You’d better do exactly as you’re told or he’s going to discipline you, do you understand?” Red faced Lisa nodded. 

           “Now introduce yourself.” 

           “Hello Sir my name is…” 

           “Don’t look down at the floor you little tart!” Andrew Blake suddenly shouted. 

           “Look up when you’re speaking to your betters!” Lisa almost started to cry, she was already becoming immersed in her submissive role. 

           “Hello Sir,” she said, looking into the boys grinning face, “my name is Lisa, Lisa James...S...Sir.” 

          The boys eyes narrowed as he stepped directly in front of her. Without any warning his hands came up and cupped her breasts. She squealed and pulled away as her sensitive mounds were squeezed hard. 

          “Stand still,” he growled threateningly. Without any further pause he moulded her helpless globes through the thin blouse before pinching and pulling on their sensitive thorn-like tips. 

           “You were right,” he said, “she’s certainly very well developed for her age!” The pair of them laughed as Lisa gasped and moaned. 

           “Well stick them out girl,” said her older tormentor curtly, “display yourself properly.” Lisa couldn’t stop a pitiful sob escaping as she did as she was told. 

          “Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” the boy asked. There was a definite threatening tone in his voice. 

          “Surely you know the school rules regarding regulation underwear?” Lisa just stared at him helplessly with her face was burning. 

           “WELL GIRL!” Andrew Blake’s sudden shout made her jump. 

          “Get that skirt up and show Mr Jackson your knickers. It’s a bit late to start pretending that you’re shy!” Feeling horribly dizzy, and with her face flaming, she reluctantly lifted the hem of the tiny skirt. 

           “What on earth are you wearing?” The boy was smiling, his eyes sparkling with cruel enjoyment. 

          “Do you like showing your private parts off, is that it?” Lisa sobbed, she couldn’t help it, the embarrassment was just so horribly intense. 

          “The only possible reason that I can think of, for you wearing those, is that you want to show yourself off to the boys at school. Am I correct?” Lisa shook her head miserably. 

           “No Sir,” she said quietly. 

          “That’s not the truth is it girl?” said Andrew Blake. He cleared his throat before continuing. 

          “We’ve had several reports of you being caught with boy’s hands up your skirt, and in fact I’ve been told that only yesterday you were discovered in the gym store with two junior boys, apparently with your shirt unbuttoned.” Lisa’s face went a deeper shade of red as she found herself becoming helplessly drawn into the awful roleplay. 

          “N...n...no Sir! Please it’s not true. It’s not true.” 

          “Rubbish! I think it’s pretty obvious to Mr Jackson and myself that you’re a shameless little scrubber. Well seeing as you seem so keen on showing yourself off you can do it now. Take those slutty things down and come and stand here so we can both have a good look at you.” As he spoke his young friend sat down in the other armchair. Lisa wanted to run from the room. Having to show the dreadful grinning boy her private places was going to be so so humiliating. Mr Blake seeing her was bad enough!  

          “Don’t just stand there looking gormless girl, get a move on we haven’t got all day!” Lisa sobbed as she forced herself to reach up under the short skirt but then she hesitated. The thought of exposing her hairless little girl slit to them was mortifying. The shame would be too much to bear. She looked pleadingly at Mr Blake. 

           “Please don’t make me Sir, not in front of him, please don’t make me.” 

          “You really are trying to annoy us aren’t you?” It was a rhetorical question, but before she had time to register the fact she found herself dragged down across Andrew Blake’s knees. Without any pause he bunched the skirt up to her waist and began spanking her almost completely bare bum cheeks with hard deliberate impacts. 

          “SMACK! SLAP! SLAP!” Lisa gasped and jerked and began to struggle as the blows continued. 

           “When you’re told to do something you’ll do it! Do I make myself clear?” 

           “OW OW OW! Yes Yes! Yes Sir! I’m sorry!” Her whimpers quickly became yelps as he alternated between the gradually reddening globes. Each spank was delivered with full force until Lisa was squirming and begging for him to stop, her bottom clenching and wriggling in a futile effort at avoiding the stinging punishment. It didn’t take long before she started to cry.

          “Pleeeeease, owwww!” She’d be good from now on! She would! 

          “Oh please, I’ll be good! OW! OW!” When he was sure that she meant what she was saying he stopped. 

         “Now do as you’re told,” he snapped. Lisa stood in front of them rolling her hips self-consciously from side to side and whimpering quietly. Her poor bottom was horribly hot and tingly. She couldn’t keep it still. Her face was burning as she reluctantly reached under her skirt and slid the flimsy knickers down her legs. She tried her best to keep everything hidden but knew it was pointless. They were going to look at every bit of her, she knew they were. Andrew Blake held his hand out. 

          “Give me those and then you can hold your skirt right up. I’m sure Mr Jackson wants to have a proper look at you before we start.” The boy grinned, he certainly did!

          Simon Jackson couldn’t really believe his luck! Being able to dominate a fully grown woman was something that he’d fantasised about on a regular basis for as long as he could remember. He’d always liked films and books that featured damsels in distress but had never dreamed that it could one day become a reality. And then his Uncle had introduced him to Mr Blake at their local chess group. His obvious natural abilities meant that he regularly played against the more senior members of the club, and the pair of them had passed many an hour locked in a game. It was an unusual friendship but one that flourished through their shared interest in not only Chess but Mathematics too. Having won a scholarship to a prestigious University Simon hadn’t thought that his life could have gotten much better until his older friend mentioned some private tutoring that he was about to deliver. When he then explained exactly what the tutoring was going to involve Simon hadn’t really believed his ears, but had eagerly asked if he could help! 

          Swallowing hard Lisa did as she was told exposing her smooth shaven mound to her attentive audience but at the same time keeping her legs pressed firmly together. She stared at the wall above their heads, doing her utmost to avoid their smiling faces. 

           “Are you still trying to annoy us?” With that Andrew Blake leant forwards, grabbed hold of one of her wrists and jerked her forwards so that she was stood between his knees. 

           “Well hold it up girl, right up!” he barked. And then Lisa was squealing and twisting as the fronts of her thighs were stung by the hard slaps that he dealt her. Almost immediately she started sobbing again and her eyes pricked with tears when he then turned his attention to the backs of her legs. 

          “Now stand still and display yourself properly,” Andrew Blake said angrily, “I won’t warn you again!” Her face burned when she glanced up at the boy, he was smirking and obviously enjoying her shame enormously. Crying softly she gripped the hem of the skirt and lifted it up before spreading her legs and pushing her pussy forwards for them to see.

          Simon Jackson stared at the bulging slit in amazement. It was really happening! Hesitantly he reached out and ran his fingertips over the front of one of the trembling thighs. It felt wonderfully smooth and silky but he could also feel the heat emanating from the reddened skin. For a moment he paused and surreptitiously adjusted his trousers so he could move his almost painfully hard cock into a more comfortable position. Lisa groaned and closed her eyes as his hand slid around the soft curve of her thigh and down into the space beneath her belly. 

          Unsurprisingly, whilst she stood helplessly in front of him, Simon spent several minutes exploring all of the private folds and creases between her legs. And as he excitedly investigated the delicate inner areas of her pussy she jerked and whimpered, squeaking with dismay when his fingers delved into the moist confines of her tight hole. As they slid back and forth she squirmed and moaned, she couldn’t help herself, until thankfully it finally stopped. 

          “As you said Andrew she’s a complete slut, everythings dripping wet down here.” Lisa suddenly gasped as the horrid boy pinched the swollen nubbin of her clitoris. 

           “You’re a proper little tart aren’t you Missy?“ he teased. She didn’t answer just shook her head, her face burning with humiliation. 

          “You’d better take a look at the rest of her before you start,” said Andrew Blake with a chuckle. 

          “She’s a fat bottomed girl so you won’t need to hold back if she misbehaves. I think we might as well lose the skirt now, it’s only going to get in the way.” 

          “Absolutely, you heard Mr Blake young lady, take it off.” It was an order rather than a request so Lisa submissively did as she was told, holding it out to the grinning boy as her other hand automatically dropped to cover her shameful exposure. 

          “Hands on your head and turn around,” snapped her older tormentor. 

         “All of this pretending to be shy business is starting to irritate me.” Hesitantly Lisa did as she was told, her face literally on fire. 

          “ Oh I see what you mean,” said the boy laughing, “she’s certainly very bottomy!” Lisa squirmed with shame as the boy and his mentor began to discuss her rear curves as if she wasn’t there. The situation she now found herself in was just so mind-numbingly dreadful that she couldn’t think straight. When she was told to bend over and put her hands flat on the desk she did so without hesitation. 

           “Dip your back and push your bottom out and let’s have you up on your toes.” The strain of taking up the position tightened her calves beneath the knee socks and tensed her thighs which only added to the submissive display that she was making of herself. Straightaway she could feel the cool air on the wetness between her thighs. She knew her pussy lips and bum hole were completely exposed to them. Nothing was hidden from the horrible youth now, and aware that he would be looking at all of her most private places her face burned hotly once again.

          Andrew Blake stood up and went to join his young guest. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes as they both enjoyed the obscene display that the “schoolgirl” was making of herself. Exposed between the smooth buttocks they watched as the crinkled anal dimple suddenly clenched nervously, the tops of the knee socks and the bottom of the blouse framing her exposed rear anatomy perfectly.

         “Stay exactly like that whilst we examine you,” he said. In the outrageously revealing position Lisa could do nothing but screw her eyes tightly shut as the humiliation continued but they flew open when she suddenly felt heat flaring in her wounded skin. A hand was squeezing her hot and stingy rear cheeks and she sobbed defeatedly when it slid down between them. Almost immediately she began to gasp, her hips rolling wantonly, as several fingers suddenly pushed inside her pussy. As her hole gripped the invading digits she moaned and gurgled but couldn’t help glancing back worriedly over her shoulder. Unfortunately it confirmed her fears! It was the grinning teen who was touching her and then she squealed as a fingertip pressed insistently against her bumhole. 

          “Oh God please don’t let him! Please no! Please don’t let him!” she sobbed. The embarrassment was overpowering. 

          “Stop making such a fuss you little tart. I bet you don’t complain when it’s the boys at school doing it.” Andrew Blake and his young helper both laughed as she began to mew piteously as her tiny rear entrance was rudely penetrated. 

          Shaking her head and bobbing up and down on her toes did little to alleviate her discomfort but it did provide a highly entertaining spectacle for her tormentors. 

          “It’s really really tight,” Simon said as he explored the narrow tunnel. “Do you let the boys stick their cocks in here too?” They both laughed again as Lisa squealed out her denial and frantically shook her head. 

          “Oh please make him stop, please, please.” The shame of having her most intimate hole fingered by the young boy was absolutely excruciating. Tears of shame rolled down her red cheeks but she couldn’t stop her bottom jerking and wriggling as the fingers continued to delve even deeper.

          The nervousness that Simon Jackson had initially felt was now completely forgotten. 

          “Keep still girl,” he said, as he pulled his fingers from the desperately tightening entrance before immediately pushing them roughly into the slippery vagina. It brought a loud protest from the shaking schoolgirl before a definite squelching sound filled the room. To Lisa’s horror, as her pussy opened in response to the continuing penetrations, she felt a familiar and very worrying sensation beginning in the pit of her stomach. She groaned with shame, hardly hearing the cruel comments that were being made about her sluttish reactions. OH MY GOD NO! PLEASE NO, DON’T LET ME CUM! NOT IN FRONT OF THIS HORRIBLE BOY! But the fingers continued exploring her thoroughly, slowly sliding up and down and trying to touch her from every angle. When her smirking “master” managed to find a spot that made her moan and jerk her hips he repeatedly stimulated her, both he and his older companion chuckling as they watched her respond. After what seemed an eternity to Lisa, but was in fact only a few minutes, he stopped. 

           “Before we go any further young lady,” said Andrew Blake sternly, “you’d better clean Mr Jackson’s fingers.” She knew it was an order, not a request, and she knew exactly what Mr Blake was telling her to do. So with her face burning she submissively opened her mouth and began to lick her secretions from the grinning teenager’s fingers. 

          They both smiled as they watched her gingerly take her seat at the desk. Her face was literally blazing crimson with embarrassment. Being bare from the waist down in front of them was obviously causing her a great deal of distress. Lisa felt her wet slit pressing down onto the hard wood as she tried her best to keep some of her weight off her hot and sensitive bum cheeks. Most horribly she could feel that her pussy lips had started to thicken and swell in response to her involuntary arousal. To add to the awful humiliation her boobs were bulging against the thin blouse and she knew that her achingly hard nipples were poking stiffly out for them to see. 

          “This morning you’re going to be assessed on the Mathematics curriculum,” said Simon Jackson as sternly as he could.

         “Each exercise has ten questions and we’ll be timing you so you’d better get on with it. Are you ready?” Lisa just nodded, a look of disbelief on her very red face. He placed a sheet of paper on the desk in front of her. 

          “Multiplication first, off you go.” She stared at the page, her head was all over the place, how was she supposed to concentrate on some stupid sums when she was sitting half naked in front of a teenage boy! When she looked up in desperation they were both staring at her.

          "Well get started,” said Andrew Blake, “you haven’t got long and you’d better concentrate because Mr Jackson is going to cane that fat bottom of yours if any of your answers are wrong!” The words hung in the air as both of her tormentors laughed at the sudden look of worry that flashed across her face.

          Lisa did her best, trying to study the questions and forget the terrible situation that she was now in, but she felt really sick. The first six she attempted were easy but the ones that followed quickly confused her, so when the “teacher” called time she felt really nervous, and with good reason. She stared at the four red crosses in horror. 

          “Come up here to the board girl,” he ordered. Acutely aware of her bare pussy and tingling bottom she reluctantly did as she was told. Her face felt horribly hot as he handed her a piece of chalk. 

           “Right let’s see your working out for question seven. Go on!” Self consciously she tried to solve the problem but unsurprisingly, because she was so nervous, it easily defeated her. And at the same time she was also aware that Mr Blake was staring at her bare bum cheeks. She couldn’t keep them still, they twitched and tightened as the dreadful lesson continued. 

           “I don’t know how to do it Sir,” she said. It was almost a whisper. 

          “That’s very obvious,” Simon Jackson snapped. Her face was scarlet as he took the chalk and quickly demonstrated where she’d gone wrong. It was a relatively simple multiplication and in any normal circumstances she’d have found it easy to solve, but in her stressed mental state she just couldn’t think straight. The same thing happened for the remaining questions. During it all she was aware of the excitement in not only the boy’s voice but his body too. She could see his stiffness pressing against the front of his trousers. When she suddenly realised that Mr Blake had caught her looking her face flared with fresh heat. 

           “Only six out of ten correct for questions as easy as these is a poor show, wouldn’t you agree Mr Blake?” His older friend nodded. 

          “Yes it’s a very poor effort,” he replied, “a cane stroke or two for each wrong answer should give her a bit more of an incentive.” He smiled at the pleading look that Lisa was directing at him. 

           “If you move out of position whilst you’re being punished the stroke won’t count, do you understand?” He waited until she reluctantly nodded her head. 

           “And you’ll stay in position until Mr Jackson has finished with you, is that clear?” Again he paused until she nodded her agreement. 

          “Right, get over your desk, right over, legs apart and up on your toes and don’t you dare move.” Her face was blushing bright red as she forced herself to do as she’d been told. Her bottom felt really really big as she bent over. It was bulging rudely and sticking right out and as she started to spread her legs and go up onto the tips of her toes she could feel her buttocks parting. The realisation that she was about to blatantly show herself to them again filled her with shame. As Andrew Blake and his young friend watched the girl’s generous rear cheeks opening wider they could see the vaginal folds that nestled beneath begin to gape, both the outer and inner lips parting to reveal moisture glistening on the soft pink interior. The bottom edge of the blouse and the tops of the socks once again framed the rudely displayed female parts delightfully. Lisa suddenly gasped as she felt warm breath on the sensitive skin between her widely parted thighs. Her face burned again as she glanced back and saw that the boy was leaning forwards to have a much closer look at her obscenely exposed pussy.

          She heard the cane whirr through the air a split second before a white hot line ignited across both of her bum cheeks. But before the first gasp had left her lips she whinnied as a second stroke caught her low down across the backs of her thighs. Simon Jackson’s face was red with excitement as he drew the cane back again. This was all totally unbelievable! His cock felt painfully hard as he delivered the next two. The practice session he’d had with Andrew Blake a few weeks earlier was certainly paying dividends as the cane landed exactly where he wanted. And his newly learnt wrist flick, at the end of each delivery, was certainly effective if the girl’s reactions were anything to go by! The generously curved posterior was weaving about all over the place, its owner already shrieking and sobbing after only half a dozen. He looked towards his mentor, the unspoken question of whether he should continue immediately answered by a smile and a nod from his friend. He really put some venom into the next stroke. The cane seemed to flatten the already red striped globes before it sprung back firmly into his hand. The schoolgirl flung her head back, the muscles in her thighs tightening and her bottom clenching hard as she tried to absorb the agonizing stripe. A squeal of distress filled the room as she frantically wriggled her wounded bum cheeks but they both noticed that she was trying her best to stay in position, as she’d been told!

          Andrew Blake watched as the caning continued. Unsurprisingly his enthusiastic protege forgot about the eight strokes that he was supposed to be giving their pupil as his youthful excitement got the better of him. By the time he’d finished there were probably twice that number of bright red lines decorating the writhing buttocks. Lisa was sobbing loudly, no longer pleading just blubbering out a stream of unintelligible words. After gazing at the damage he’d caused for a few moments the boy took a long deep breath. 

          “Right,” he said a little shakily, “long division next.” Sitting down at the desk drew a loud gasp from Lisa as she tried to limit the contact between her stinging bum cheeks and the hard wooden seat. She blushed hotly as she heard both of her tormentors chuckling as they watched her. As before the same routine was adhered to as she was forced to complete the new test. This time her concentration levels were even worse as she knew now what was going to happen! Unsurprisingly she got more answers wrong and once again had to stand at the blackboard and explain her efforts. The shame of it all was horribly intense and when she was told to face them and put her hands on her head her cheeks felt like they were literally on fire. 

          “You’ve just earned yourself another ten strokes young lady,” the boy said, “you don’t seem to be putting much effort in.” All Lisa could do was look helplessly at Mr Blake pleading with her eyes that he should please make it stop! But of course all she received in return was an amused grin. 

          “Maybe counting the strokes out loud will help her understand the basics a little bit more,” he said. Their laughter made her blush hotly as the awful humiliation continued.

          Back in position over the desk Lisa squirmed as she adopted the shameful posture for a second time, again treating them to an unobstructed view of her feminine charms. The cane landed squarely across both of her soft globes, the stroke making her jerk and squeal. She bucked as the stinging line was absorbed by her already sore rear cheeks, forcing her to pant as she tried to contain the pain. Simon Jackson watched intently as the resulting thin white line quickly turned red and grew thicker. 

          “Owww! One! S...S...Sir!” she managed to blurt out. 

           “Aren’t you forgetting something you little tart!” snapped Andrew Blake as he grinned at his young companion, who already had the cane raised in eager readiness. 

          “Th...th...thank you Sir!” Lisa quickly sobbed. After each of the remaining nine cuts she squealed loudly before counting out the number and saying thankyou. Her blubbering and gasping were accompanied by a frantic writhing of her bottom, the cheeks gaping and squeezing together after each excruciating impact. But she shrieked most loudly when the cane stung the tops of her thighs, her knuckles turning white as she desperately gripped the edge of the desk. After she’d finally blurted out “Ten thank you Sir!” she slumped forwards sobbing unhappily as her tormentors surveyed her gloriously striped bottom. It rolled and clenched rhythmically as it’s owner, no longer seemingly caring that she was displaying her private parts, moaned piteously.

          Suddenly Lisa began to pant as she felt fingertips running along one of the now raised ridges that were criss-crossing her poor bottom. 

          “She won’t be able to cope with the cane again Mr Jackson,” Andrew Blake said to his young friend, “but never fear we do have something that we can use for her final test.” The rattan’s effects had been more severe than was probably necessary he thought to himself, but it was hardly surprising considering that his young friend had never used a cane before. The generous rear cheeks bore a mass of intersecting red stripes and in several areas where the strokes had, no doubt excruciatingly, overlapped, there were definite darker, almost purple areas of bruising starting to appear. From the very first time that his friend Jean had invited him to join her in the disciplining of her submissive lodger she’d made it clear that she wouldn’t tolerate any permanent damage being inflicted on the girl, so Andrew had always ensured that he carefully adhered to her wishes. He certainly didn’t want to risk losing his sexual enjoyment of the lovely Miss James! With a grin he handed the boy a small tawse that resembled in outline an elongated spoon. Simon Jackson inspected the strip of oiled leather with interest. It had heavy stitching around the end and along it edges, and although he could bend it in his hands it remained surprisingly stiff. Also surprising, considering that it wasn’t particularly thick, was that the thing had some definite weight to it. Andrew Blake noticed the boys puzzlement. 

          “It’s got a steel tongue running down the centre,” he said, “and that combined with it’s flexibility makes it sting like the devil!” They both chuckled as their unhappy schoolgirl let out a soft groan. She’d felt the horrid thing on her poor bum cheeks several times in the past and her anxiety was getting the better of her. Simon slapped it firmly against his palm and almost jumped in surprise when he felt the fierce sting that it produced. Wow it was going to hurt!

          After only the first question of her final test Lisa became completely confused. Algebra had never been something that she’d found easy, and that was still the case. She felt light headed when she saw the red crosses on the page. Oh God she’d got them all wrong! She couldn’t stifle the desperate sob that slipped out. This time there was no visit to the blackboard. 

          “You don’t seem to be making much of an effort at all young lady so you can get the rest of your clothes off,” Andrew Blake snapped, “maybe being naked in front of us will teach you a lesson! Come here!” The pair of them watched as she reluctantly got up from the desk and came and stood in front of them. Her hairless slit was being rudely displayed between the tops of her thighs. It bulged deliciously even though she was keeping her legs pressed tightly together. 

          “Get your shirt and tie off, we may as well have a look at those big tits of yours that you seem so proud of!” They both laughed as her face bloomed with heat once more. 

           “Shoes and socks off too.”

          As Andrew Blake watched Lisa remove the school tie and and then with trembling fingers begin to unbutton her shirt he mused over the events of the morning. It had all gone rather well, considering that he hadn’t known if his young friend would actually be able to act out his part in the roleplay. But in fact, if anything, Simon had outperformed himself! It turned out he was far more confident than Andrew could ever have guessed. He’d considered letting the boy actually fuck Lisa, but something had to be held in reserve if he ever wanted a repeat performance of the mornings proceedings. She’d have no doubt been mortified if she’d been forced to ride the boy’s hard erection! But he smiled to himself, he was still going to make things excruciatingly shameful for their soon to be broken schoolgirl. He watched as she crouched down and quickly slipped off her shoes and then her socks. Simon Jackson couldn’t really believe what had just happened. Basically he’d been given permission and even encouraged to dominate a fully grown woman, not a girl of his own age! All of his fantasies had suddenly become real, it was quite literally incredible! And now he was going to punish her again, he could barely contain his excitement nor the throbbing in his furiously stiff cock! 

          Defeatedly Lisa opened the unbuttoned shirt and shrugged it off. Her boobs swung into view and wobbled as she handed the offending garment to Mr Blake, her already hard nipples hardening even more as they poked rigidly towards her grinning tormentors. The shame was making them stick out like thorns and they were tingling almost painfully. 

          “Hands behind your back girl and display them properly. You can pretend you’re showing yourself off to some of the boys at school!” Again they laughed as she sobbed unhappily. Simon had obviously seen breasts hundreds of times on the internet and in movies and in real life on the beaches abroad, but this was different. And different from the ones that a couple of girlfriends had let him feel in the past. He gazed at the white globes and swallowed excitedly. They were swaying gently as their owner tried her best to keep still. Generously proportioned, or simply, full, were descriptions that sprang to mind but even though they were obviously heavy they were firm too. The nipples looked almost angry, dark pink and pointing stiffly out but also slightly upwards, they added to the overall “perkiness” of the schoolgirl’s “tits”. Lisa’s sobbing quickly grew louder as the boy stood up and took a firm hold of her jutting breasts. He stared into her eyes and grinned at the humiliation he saw there as he squeezed and then lifted and weighed them on his palms. Pinching the hard tips in turn had her gasping and moaning delightfully. After a few moments of satisfying his curiosity he ordered her to get back over the desk and stick her “big bum out!” She immediately did as he ordered. There was no choice now. Her submissive nature was compelling her to do as she was told and to do so without question. It didn’t matter how shameful or embarrassing the request might be, she knew she had to be good!

           She squealed loudly and jerked as the strap stung one of her already burning bum cheeks, and immediately did the same as it struck the other. Simon Jackson watched with interest as she frantically rolled her hips, the striped red buttocks repeatedly squeezing together before spreading wide apart. It was obvious that the leather’s first contact had been intensely painful. His rigid cock throbbed excitedly. Taking his time he applied the stiff strap to each generous curve again, and then again and again. After each stroke Lisa shrieked and then sobbed as she tried to absorb the dreadful stinging. The shrieks grew gradually louder and the writhing of the bright red bottom more frantic as he continued. Each stroke now drew not only a scream from the wriggling girl but a piteous begging for him to stop. Following each crack of the strap against one of the soft curves there was a moment of shocked silence before a whole mixture of blubbering and pleading filled the room...please stop, she was sorry, she’d be good oh please oh please she’d do what ever she was told, oh just please stop! Please make him stop! Andrew Blake chuckled and once more adjusted the reassuring heaviness in the front of his trousers. The little tart was certainly feeling it now! She was crying for all she was worth, the strap causing her to grip the edge of the desktop as hard as she could as her writhing hips threatened to twist her over completely. The whole of her bottom was covered by a vivid redness that was starting to hide the angry darker stripes that she’d got from the cane earlier. It was becoming obvious that they’d taken her almost to the limit of what she could stand. Andrew Blake indicated to his young friend that he should stop and they both watched as the bright red buttocks continued to tense and roll most erotically. 

          “Have you learnt your lesson girl?” he asked. 

          “Oh yes sir yes sir I have!” she immediately blubbered. 

         “I won’t do it again. Please I’m sorry I’m sorry!” They both smiled at her frantic response. She was trying desperately to keep her scorched bum still because each time the cheeks squeezed together she felt a horrid burning flare in the now drum tight skin. But despite her best efforts her bottom seemed to have taken on a life of it’s own, making her gasp and writhe as it clenched and relaxed in an almost rhythmical manner. 

          “I think she’s probably had enough Mr Jackson,” he said to his young companion, “but we’ve only really addressed her poor performance where mathematics are concerned.” 

          Lisa groaned as he told her to get up and face them. It took all of what little remained of her self control to not soothe the stinging in her hot bottom. Her face was almost as red as her buttocks, and wet with her tears, but she managed to stand with her hands at her sides, “out of the way”, so her smiling teachers could see all of her naked front. Simon Jackson licked his lips as the girl’s hips continued to sway slowly from side to side and her breasts wobble gently as she tried her best to stay still. 

          “Well young lady,” said Mr Blake, “you do seem genuinely sorry about your bad performance in this morning’s tests, which we’ve dealt with, but we do need to address your disgusting behaviour when it comes to letting younger boys touch you.” 

          “But Sir please,” she sobbed, “I don’t let them, I don’t! Oh please!” 

          “Well that’s not what we’ve heard from other members of staff. You’ve been seen several times at school with boys hands up your skirt, and even been caught letting them look at you with your top undone. Are you saying that all your teachers are liars?” Lisa groaned softly, it was all too awful. 

          “No I didn’t think so. So we’re going to make the punishment fit the crime, that’s always best isn’t it?” Lisa just stared helplessly at him, pleading with her eyes that she wanted the terrible roleplay to stop. In response his knowing grin made her face flame with fresh embarrassment. 

          “So you can stick those big tits of yours right out. Go on, hands behind your back and you’d better stay in position or we’ll start over, do I make myself clear?” Lisa continued to sob softly as she obediently did as she’d been told. Simon watched in amazement as the individual pink spots grew and fused together to form a red stripe on the side of the jiggling breast. She really did have the most perfect tits, he thought, beautifully soft rounds tipped with rock hard nipples that looked even bigger and redder now. Her shriek, when the stroke from the little whip had landed, had made him jump! It must have left a sting! He was going to give her twelve in total but his older mentor had warned him to be careful about the degree of force he used because breasts were much easier to damage than a girl’s fat bottom! When Mr Blake had handed him the strange thing he’d thought it looked rather like a paintbrush, mainly because the thin leather strips, each about a foot long, were lined up side by side. Each was a bit stiffer than he’d expected and had a little knob at it’s tip. It was these that had obviously caused the pink spots to spring up on the soft skin before they’d grown together into the red patch that was now visible on the wobbling white globe.

          His cock throbbed when she squealed and swung her wounded boobs wildly from side to side. But he ignored her blubbering and waited for the soft breasts to stop moving before he delivered each of the following strokes. Her nipples were poking out so much that he couldn’t help hitting one of them with almost every swing of the leather thongs and by the time he’d given her the full dozen she was crying uncontrollably. Both of the generous mounds were now a blotchy red but the tips were an even darker shade, swollen and jutting out like angry thorns. He couldn’t resist reaching out and examining the hard points, rolling them gently between his fingertips. His cock throbbed again as Lisa gasped and whimpered. God they were so hard and stiff! Andrew Blake was staring into Lisa’s very red face. She’d managed to stop crying but her cheeks were still wet. 

          “We’re going to finish your punishment with some strokes to your more intimate areas,” he said sternly, “hopefully it’ll ensure that you don’t forget this morning’s lesson, and that you’ll think twice in future before letting younger boys touch you inappropriately. Mmmm?” Lisa immediately began to sob and plead with him but he completely ignored her protests whilst manhandling her towards one of the armchairs and making her sit down. 

          “Legs up, come on we haven’t got all day. Nice and wide and hold onto your ankles, you know what to do and don’t you dare let go until I tell you!” Blushing hotly she reluctantly did as she was told. It was a position that she’d had to adopt on a fairly regular basis and was one that she hated. Simon Jackson watched in amazement as she moved forwards until her bottom was on the very edge of the chair seat before lifting her legs and spreading her knees until they were level with her very red cheeks. If she’d been rudely displayed before it was nothing compared to this! She was sobbing, her face absolutely scarlet, as he looked at her. Nothing was hidden now, there was no way she could retain any modesty at all, literally every secret part was open to his gaze. He swallowed, not really aware that his older friend was running the thongs of the little whip, almost lovingly, through his fingers. Simon’s eyes roved over the perfectly displayed vulval crease. The obviously wet labia were gaping slightly and definitely looked thicker than they had when he’d seen them for the first time. More noticeable was the swollen clitoral knob that was poking excitedly from beneath it’s delicate hood. Both of the spread cheeks below were a uniform scarlet and looked very hot and no doubt sore but it was the tiny crinkled bottom hole that drew his attention. In the same moment that he looked up from his enthusiastic inspection Lisa met his gaze. Before she had time to look away he saw the embarrassment reflected in her very red face. He couldn’t help chuckling as she screwed her eyes tightly shut and moaned softly as the shame overwhelmed her. Oh NO NO NO he was seeing all of her most private secrets, bits of her that only a boyfriend should see! Why did she let Mrs Henderson and her friends make her do such terrible things! What was wrong with her! But she knew immediately why...as behind her closed eyes she felt the delicious humiliation flowing through her, making her pussy throb and tingle and grow even wetter with shameful arousal…

          She howled and jerked convulsively as the tiny leather strips whipped down against her sensitive pussy, the tips imparting an agonizing sting to not only the swollen lips but also her delicate inner folds. 

          “Please Oh please No! Not there! I’ll be good!” Andrew Blake couldn’t help smiling at her blubbered pleading. He always found Lisa’s reactions arousing but also amusing, when they approached the edge of what she was able to tolerate. Her begging that she “couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand anymore, to stop, to please stop” always added to his enjoyment. The strokes alternated across both sides of the spread vaginal slit, stinging the fat lips in turn and hitting the trembling mound in a regular rhythm. Simon watched with his mouth slightly open, licking his lips almost continuously as his cock throbbed each time Lisa moaned and wriggled her hips and bottom. When the little whip visited the jutting clitoral bulb she shrieked and jerked and did the same when Andrew Blake brought the thongs down and stung her clenching bumhole. Unsurprisingly by the time he’d finished she was crying uncontrollably once more, and begging him to stop. His young companion had to bring himself out of a sort of daze when he realised that the whipping had come to an end. 

          Simon had never imagined that he’d be fortunate enough to be involved in such an incredible thing! His cock was so stiff that it was actually starting to hurt! He gazed in awe at the now swollen and reddened labial folds and the soft inner curves of the sobbing schoolgirl’s bottom, even the area around her tightly clenching anal hole was a deep pink where the tiny leather tips had stung her. It took a few moments for him to get his breathing under control and clear the fog from his head, he hadn’t realised that he’d been holding his breath on and off for the last ten minutes! 

          “You can stop making such a fuss now young lady. I hope you’ve learnt your lesson but of course only time will tell,” Andrew Blake said with a good natured chuckle, “on your feet.” Moaning softly Lisa slowly lowered her legs and shuffled back up onto the chair before gingerly getting up and standing nakedly exposed in front of them. Her face was absolutely scarlet as she tried her best to keep still but her hips and breasts seemed to have a life of their own, the involuntary motion making her nipples tremble and point in all directions. And each time her wounded private parts pressed together she gave a sharp gasp and whimpered unhappily. 

          “Now before he goes don’t you think you need to show Mr Jackson some appreciation for all of his efforts regarding your education this morning?” Lisa’s face bloomed with fresh heat. 

          “Can you think of an appropriate way that you might be able to thank him and in some way make amends?” Keeping her eyes glued to the carpet in front of her and with her cheeks ablaze with the truly awful embarrassment of having to say it she asked quietly, 

          “Shall I suck him Sir?” She knew it was what Mr Blake had wanted her to ask but it was just so horribly shameful knowing that in a few moments time she was going to be swallowing the horrid boy’s cum! She felt dizzy, almost light headed, as the intense humiliation washed over her again. 

          “That would seem a reasonable suggestion, I have a few chores to do so I’m going to leave you to get on with it. Make sure you satisfy Mr Jackson properly and at least twice, and be aware that if he reports back to me that you didn’t show some enthusiasm whilst performing the task you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Do I make myself clear?” Lisa nodded and watched as he walked out of the room pulling the door closed behind him. 

          Strangely Simon Jackson didn’t feel embarrassed or nervous as he quickly removed his trousers and underwear. In fact he felt elated and full of lustful anticipation as he sat down in one of the armchairs. His cock was harder than he could ever remember and was throbbing and poking straight up towards the ceiling. 

          “Well girl I’m waiting,” he said. Lisa got down on her knees and submissively crawled forwards between his legs before taking the end of his furiously stiff erection into her mouth. Simon groaned as he felt lips slide over his swollen glans for the first time in his life and as the tongue licked around and across it’s sensitive edge he immediately started to lose control. Lisa applied all of her oral skills to quickly bring the boy to his first orgasm. Unsurprisingly he lasted only a few moments before his tortured shaft erupted in her mouth, hardening and stiffening and squirting uncontrollably as his hips jerked up and down as the glorious sensations poured through him. The wrongness of what she was doing and what she’d just been forced to do was causing havoc with her pussy. It was pulsing and tingling with forbidden excitement and she could definitely feel herself oozing. His youthful cock didn’t seem to soften even slightly as she obediently swallowed the creamy spurts that filled her mouth. Gradually his spasms and frantic moans subsided.

          Simon gasped as her mouth slid off his tingling penis and she sat back on her heels for a moment. He was in heaven, he felt so so horny and his heart was hammering in his chest as he desperately gulped in air. When he’d come he’d thought he’d pass out! He gazed down at the “schoolgirl” kneeling between his legs. She didn’t look up but he could see the bright red blush in her face. After a short pause she placed a hand on each of his spread legs then leant forwards and started to slowly lick his hard shaft. From the base to the swollen head she repeated the movement for several minutes. He groaned urgently each time her tongue curled over it’s pulsing end. Suddenly he jerked as her hand encircled his sensitive rod and started to slide gently up and down. The excruciatingly intense sensations quickly overtook him, the slowly moving hand pulling the skin down from his throbbing cockhead and her tongue lapping across it. As his excitement grew so did the volume of his moaning and then she took the rigid penis into her mouth once more, gradually increasing the speed of her hand and continually sucking and licking the tortured organ until he couldn’t stand the wonderful sensations any longer. With a yell he came for the second time, spurting into her mouth again and again as he gripped the arms of the chair for all he was worth. 

          “And how did she perform Mr Jackson?” asked Andrew Blake, as his young friend walked into the kitchen closely followed by their naked and very red faced toy. 

          “I hope she managed to make amends?” But it was obvious from the boy’s huge smile that indeed she had! 

           “If she’s caught misbehaving again in the future would you be willing to come and help me discipline her?” 

          “Definitely,” Simon said, “I’d love to, and hopefully the punishment will fit the crime...again!” They both chuckled as their schoolgirl desperately glanced up at them, her face burning with fresh heat before she quickly looked back down at the floor. 

          As soon as their teenage guest had left Andrew Blake had ordered Lisa up the stairs and had followed closely behind, appreciating the deep red bottom cheeks as they’d rolled rudely from side to side. Each step that she’d climbed had given him a teasing glimpse of her swollen pussy as it had bulged out from between the backs of her red striped thighs. Once in the spare room he’d sat on the edge of the bed and had her stand in front of him with her hands clasped on the top of head. For several minutes he’d massaged Jean’s special “repair” cream into the girl’s quivering breasts, moulding and squeezing the soft mounds and paying particular attention to each of the extremely stiff nipples. He’d remained quiet as her groans had filled the room, looking into her eyes and smiling at the shameful excitement that he could see there. 

          Lisa moaned as Mr Blake’s hands moved across her skin. She was bent over the edge of the bed, a pillow under her hips and her legs spread wide apart. A sheet and large towel was spread across the mattress. An open pot of Mrs Henderson’s salve was sat on the bedside table and it was into this that Andrew Blake was again dipping his fingers. 

          “I just can’t believe what a little slut you are,” he said, with mock severity. 

          “Besides the reports I’ve had about your behaviour with younger boys, which is shocking enough in itself, I now find out that you’ve given one of your teachers a blow job! Goodness knows what your parents would say if they ever found out!” He smiled as she sobbed. The shame and embarrassment of what she’d just done during the awful roleplay was literally overwhelming and now to her horror it was continuing! She moaned loudly as his knowing hands smoothed the cream over the tingling curves of her bottom and then whimpered as they slid in-between. For a few delicious minutes they explored the delicate inner surfaces of her rear cheeks before cupping the bulge of her pussy and squeezing the intensely sensitive folds together. Everything between her legs was throbbing with guilty arousal and then she was whimpering with need as he slid his fingertips along her slippery crack, dipping them slowly in and out before gently teasing the swollen knob of her clitoris. She gasped and wriggled as the intimate touching continued, her bum clenching and relaxing as she surrendered to the exquisite sensations and felt the excitement that was steadily growing in her belly. Andrew Blake pushed his fingers with slow deliberation into the quivering pussy, continuously rotating them to search out and stimulate her most sensitive parts. As he delved deeper she couldn’t stop a stream of low moans escaping from between her clenched teeth.

          Lisa had known, since her late teens, that she was a “lucky” girl. When she’d found out that most of her friends couldn’t come simply from being penetrated by a boy’s stiff cock it had surprised her, as she’d assumed that everyone could come that way. But then she’d learnt that girls often needed their clits teasing at the same time to get off, and whilst she adored being touched too, the orgasms she got from just being fucked always consumed her more completely. For whatever reason it definitely felt different and more satisfying when she had a hard-on inside her. She jerked and gasped as she felt the end of her tormentor’s erect “thing” pressing against her pussy. It probed more forcefully and then she squeaked as her lips stretched apart and the swollen head slipped inside her hole. She’d been wildly turned on all morning, the shame and humiliation of being sexually abused by Mr Blake and especially the boy had triggered her submissive nature so intensely that she couldn’t really think straight. She was a slutty schoolgirl! A slutty schoolgirl that let the boys at school do things to her and then she’d sucked her teachers cock! The confused thoughts were all swirling and tumbling together inside her head as she felt the thick shaft stretching and filling her pussy. For whatever reason, a reason that she couldn’t really understand, whenever Mr Blake fucked her she became so incredibly excited that she would lose all control and just come again and again, in fact she often lost count of the orgasms she had! Maybe it was because he was the first of Mrs Henderson’s male friends that had been allowed to dominate her in private, or maybe in some odd way she actually fancied him! Or, of course, it could be that he simply understood exactly which of her buttons needed pressing! When she thought about it his cock did have a big head, like a swollen purple plum, in fact she sometimes struggled to get it into her mouth, and it’s shaft was thick and ridged with veins, but it wasn’t particularly long and it certainly wasn’t pretty, like some of the younger ones that she’d been forced to suck and play with!

          Before she’d met Mrs Henderson she’d seen maybe ten fully erect penises in her life, and only three of those had she put in her mouth, but since she’d become her landlady’s submissive plaything that number had certainly grown! She’d had to satisfy every male, both young and old, that the older woman had introduced her to, either with her mouth or pussy, or worse, her bumhole! Having no choice in the how or where or when was what made her situation so incredibly exciting, and the more shameful and humiliating that situation became the more turned on she got! Being submissive had become a drug, a drug that was completely intoxicating...and a drug that she was now addicted to. She moaned loudly as Mr Blake penetrated her fully, gasping as she felt his bodyweight pressing down and flattening her hot bum cheeks. 

          As was always the case Andrew Blake found the girl wonderfully tight. The phrase “like a velvet glove” often sprang to mind when he felt her pussy squeezing onto his cock. Amazingly she started to lose control after only a few deep thrusts, her squeals and groans growing louder as she bucked and writhed beneath him. Suddenly she screamed and went completely rigid, the violence of her orgasm taking them both by surprise. And then she was squealing and bouncing and grinding herself against him as the excruciatingly intense sensations crashed through her, her pussy pulsing and oozing on the hard shaft as it continued to probe all the way inside her. Slowly he pulled his throbbing stiffness from the wonderfully snug hole, shivering as it gripped his swollen cockhead until the very last moment. 

          “Turn over and hold onto your ankles, and don’t you dare let go!” he ordered. Lisa quickly did as she was told, moaning softly as she submissively bent her knees before spreading and lifting her legs until her ankles were level with her head. It was a position that gave Mr Blake complete access to both of her holes, and one that would allow him to fuck her as deeply and as hard as he wanted. She squealed and groaned as he suddenly fell forwards spearing the full length of his angrily erect cock into her pussy. And then she was moaning and crying as he pumped himself back and forth, opening and stretching and filling her completely as he drove himself towards an orgasm. 

          As he continued Lisa came several times, she couldn’t help herself, holding onto her ankles for all she was worth and gasping and moaning each time the delicious pulses flowed through her. And then she became aware of a growing urgency in his thrusts and felt an almost imperceptible hardening of the stiff cock as it moved inside her, if that were possible. Andrew Blake suddenly grunted and jerked as his agonisingly sensitive hard-on exploded and he spurted uncontrollably again and again deep inside the wriggling schoolgirl. 

          Lisa knelt in front of her seated master with her hands clasped firmly together behind her back and submissively licked and sucked on his gently softening penis. Once she’d carefully cleaned it, removing the last traces of her own wetness and his come she began to caress the shaft with her tongue whilst at the same time sliding her lips over the exquisitely sensitive end. Slowly she lowered her head down onto the semi-erect member taking as much of it’s length into her throat as she could manage and then repeated the action until she felt her teasing beginning to have an effect. Gradually the head began to swell and throb in her mouth and the shaft grow thicker as she worked her way carefully along it’s length. By the time Andrew Blake told her to get up he was once again furiously stiff and pointing straight up towards the ceiling. 

          Lisa had only been riding on the thick cock for a few minutes before she suddenly threw her head back and squealed as yet another orgasm had her pussy pulsing and clenching onto the hard shaft. He held onto her breasts, pinching her nipples as she jerked her hips and frantically rubbed her clitty against him. As the intense pulses subsided she groaned and slumped forwards onto his shoulder but managed to keep her hips moving, she knew she’d be punished if she didn’t, and so continue the slow masturbation of the throbbing rod that was buried deep inside her. Andrew Blake smiled, his orgasm was building slowly so it wouldn‘t be long before the little slut would be using her mouth to clean him up again! He’d considered giving her an enema and then fucking her wonderfully tight anal hole, which was always enjoyable, but it had already been a long morning and it was always nice to have something to look forward so he’d decided to save that particular pleasure until her next visit. 

          That evening after they’d eaten and cleared away the dishes Lisa and Mrs Henderson had slumped down in front of the TV. The salmon steaks, sauteed new potatoes and fresh salad, with it’s slightly smoky dressing, had all been delicious and Lisa had begun to relax. The memory of the morning’s shameful sexual exploits was thankfully fading, which had no doubt been helped along by the bottle of French Sauvignon that they’d consumed during dinner. In the afternoon, after she’d gotten back from Mr Blakes, she’d taken a long shower before smoothing in a second application of her dominant landlady’s soothing cream. The salve’s almost miraculous effect was to reduce the burning in her bottom and private parts to a rather pleasant tingling so she’d been able to spend the remainder of the day dozing and reading on a sun lounger in the back garden until Mrs Henderson had come home. 

          Neither of them were particularly enthused by the options on offer from the various channels so after a few minutes Mrs Henderson turned the television off. 

          “So have you got anything to say for yourself young lady?” she suddenly asked. Lisa immediately sat up straight, her heart starting to beat faster and her cheeks starting to grow hot. 

          “Well,” said the older woman sternly, “I’ve heard about your disgusting behaviour at school today. I had a phone call from one of your teachers.” She stared at her submissive lodger as the girl‘s face gradually flushed red. 

           “So you’d better go and put your uniform back on and then we’re going to have a little chat.”

          A few minutes later when Lisa walked self-consciously back into the lounge her Mistress was sitting in the middle of the settee. 

          “Come and stand here girl,” she snapped, pointing to a spot on the floor just in front of her. Lisa quickly did as she was told but swallowed nervously when she spotted the strap sitting on the cushion next to her cross-looking landlady, but it was the other object that immediately filled her with dread. It was a butt plug, and although not a particularly big one, it had what appeared to be a ring of bristles around it’s base. Oh God no, please no! Jean Henderson smiled as she saw the sudden look of fear on her toy’s face. 

          “I’m told you had to be punished in class today because of your lack of effort and poor marks.” The room was silent as she paused and stared at her squirming plaything. 

          “And it also appears that you thought it’d be a good idea to suck a boy’s penis! You really are a slutty little girl aren’t you?” Unsurprisingly the only response was an increase in the redness blooming in Lisa’s cheeks. 

          “So the cats got your tongue has it? Well we’ll do this the hard way then. Get undressed and hurry up, you can pretend you’re doing it in front of the boys at school.” The older woman laughed at the sob that immediately escaped the trembling girl’s lips.

          Once shamefully naked and laying across Mrs Henderson’s lap it didn’t take long before Lisa was crying her heart out and promising to tell her Mistress exactly what she’d been up to at school! But the “fuss” was ignored and the strapping continued until Jean Henderson had satisfied some of her sadistic urges. Her submissive lodger was begging for her to stop long before she put the strip of flexible leather back down, by which time the writhing buttocks were hot to the touch and coloured a very angry red. Lisa tried her best to absorb the pain in her poor bum cheeks but it was simply excruciating and although the cream had obviously helped to heal the damage from the morning’s punishments the soft skin was still extremely sensitive. 

          “Lift your bottom up girl and hold it still.” Moaning softly Lisa did as she was told but immediately started pleading as she felt the end of the plug being pressed against her tiny anal entrance. 

          “Oh please Miss I’m sorry I’ll...” But before she could say anything else she shrieked and pressed her tummy down hard into her landlady’s lap as her hot bum cheeks squeezed together and her bumhole clenched agonisingly onto the stiff plastic intruder as it was pushed all the way home. 

          “Oh G...G...God! OOOOOhhhhhhh!” she blurted through clenched teeth, “Oh Oh Oh! Owwwwww!” The stiff nylon bristles immediately began pricking the inside of her anal ring as she desperately tried to keep still and stop her bumhole from clenching onto the horrid thing. Jean Henderson ordered her to turn over and couldn’t help laughing as she watched the girl gingerly lift her hips and try to do as she’d been told. Lisa jerked and squealed and stiffened several times before she was finally able to lower her bottom back down onto her Mistress’s waiting lap. She tried to keep completely still but started blubbering and moaning as the older woman pulled her this way and that until she was laying completely exposed on her back along the length of the sofa. With her arms stretched above her head and her legs draped lewdly apart she couldn’t help sobbing as her scorched bottom pressed down and rubbed against the coarse material of Mrs Henderson’s tweed skirt. 

          “Now you’re going to tell me exactly what you got up to in class this morning or you’ll be getting the strap again. Am I making myself clear?” 

          “Yes Miss!” Lisa blurted as her nipples were pinched hard and then she suddenly stiffened and squealed as two fingers slid roughly between her labial folds and into her shamefully wet hole. Seconds later and she was squirming and gasping and crying out as her tormentor began to squeeze and pull on her jutting clitoral knob whilst at the same time rubbing her fingertips insistently against the front wall of her writhing toy’s vagina. The sudden sensations were horribly intense and Lisa jerked her hips and shrieked as her bumhole clenched onto the awful plug. The sudden jolt of stinging heat from her wounded bum cheeks together with the agonising pricking inside her bottom made her push herself uncontrollably onto her landlady’s teasing fingers.

          “Right young lady,” said Jean Henderson with a chuckle as the girl moaned and panted for breath, “you can start at the beginning,” and sobbing unhappily Lisa did…

The End 

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