Chapter 5

Upstairs, in Miss Haverthwaite’s somewhat Spartan room, Mr Cunningham had started slowly. He noticed it had a bed, a chair and a desk. There was not even a soft chair. On a side table there was a jug of water and a bowl. There was no running water! The deputy head didn’t have her own bathroom. Now it came to it, he wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed. He was aware that he had excessive bulk. When he masturbated (which was all he did, he would never pay for sex and nobody else seemed remotely likely to look at him), he could not see his penis. His fantasies were of a slimmer, younger man mounting a willing young filly multiple times. He knew they were fantasies. Now he had the opportunity, he wasn’t sure what to do or say.

“If I tell you to undress, will you?”

“Yes, of course. If you want me to.” answered the younger teacher.

“And I would too.” said Miss Haverthwaite.

“Well?”

“What?”

“Undress, I told you.”

“No, you asked if we would undress.” corrected Miss Haverthwaite.

“Firstly, that is semantic and argumentative, and secondly, we need to be on first name terms. I shall not shag Miss Haverthwaite, what is you name?”

“I’m Enid.”

“And I’m Sarah.” said Ms Jackson.

“I am Charles. And kindly remove every stitch of clothing and bring your tits over here for me to suck.” He was finally getting the hang of it. He watched the two women drop all their clothes without a seconds hesitation. His logical mind was still trying to see how this could all be a wind up, but it wasn’t; he was sure no woman would go this far to teach him a lesson. He didn’t even mind if they did, he was enjoying the show. Four tits, two firm, young and plump, and two old and rather flaccid, but much bigger, came to him. He briefly sucked them and then told them to back up. He undressed and suggested that they liked having sex with fat men.

“Oh yes, so much to hold and squeeze.” Said Enid. It was that easy, tell them they like it, and they like it. Like Duncan, he suddenly realised just how dangerous this liquid was.

“Thank you, I also think that your disputatious nature needs to be dealt a severe hand. I’m sure you agree.”

“You wish to punish me, of course. How?”

“Bend over. Sarah, you will spank Enid’s bottom until I tell you to stop.”

“Oh, excellent.” said Enid. She admitted, under questioning, that she regretted the passing of the days when it was acceptable to spank a girl; but she loved to receive as well as to give.

“And you would like to spank Sarah?” asked Charles, surprised to be moving into soft porn so easily – the kind of soft porn that he liked to watch.

“Oh I would love to spank her hard round buttocks as she bent over. Perhaps she could be bent over sucking your cock while I spanked her?”

What was this? The staid, strict, tweedy, Miss Haverthwaite had fantasies too. “Sarah, spank harder, she needs it.” It was a competition to see whether Enid’s large and wobbly bottom would go pink enough for her to beg for it to cease, or Sarah’s hand would be stinging so much she would beg to stop. In the end it was a draw, they both asked to stop. Charles agreed, he had enjoyed watching the older teacher’s large backside ripple with each slap, her lower lips were large and he remembered the unhappy term ‘elephant ears’. It was rude and crude; perhaps only someone else not in the peak of perfection can appreciate the hurt in a comment that could cut deep and remain forever. He decided there and then that she would get more pleasure than being a willing victim. But that would come later, first he would try her suggestion.