Chapter 1

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Our calling card had been profusely distributed in all the best Gentlemen’s Clubs in London and had proven to be hugely successful. In less than six months we were already at full capacity. We could only accommodate a dozen pupils at a time. Tomorrow two pupils would graduate, and we had some waitlisted applicants to replace them.

Mildred, my assistant headmistress, and partner entered my office in a flurry of skirts. “James, I just took a call from Lord Abercrombie. He would like to call on us this afternoon. He is taking the train out of Paddington and will be here at about 1.30.”

I glanced at the clock over the mantelpiece, and it was already 12:30. “Who is this Lord Abercrombie, Mildred?”

“I’m not sure James. I looked at Burke’s Peerage and Abercrombie the way he spells his name is a new peerage created recently. I believe him to be one of these people whose title was just recently awarded. He certainly sounded as if he was imbued with a sense of his own importance.”

“Does he? Well, let’s see what he wants. We certainly can put him in his place.”

Mildred came over and gave me a kiss. She is much more than my assistant and partner. She is also my lover.

At 1:00 George, our footman, announced the arrival of the so-called Lord. I asked George to have him wait in the anteroom as I have found that this type of chap was better served after he had stewed in his own juice for a while.

Fifteen minutes later I ushered him into my office. He was an unprepossessing man with sallow skin and shifty eyes. Once seated I asked, “So what can I do for you, Lord Abercrombie?”

“I understand that you folks undertake the training of young men and women to make them more pliable to their master’s wishes. Is that correct?”

“Well, that is partially correct. For that to take place, there has to exist some chemistry between both parties. If there is no chemistry, all the arts we train will not create any. Can you be more specific as to your needs, Lord?”

“I have a young maidservant on my staff who keeps resisting my advances, and I am determined that she will cede to me.”

“I see. Cede in which way?”

“I want to bed her, man. I want her meek and pliable to all my desires and advances. Can you people cause that to be?”

“Possibly. We can certainly train your maidservant in the amatory arts. However, that would not mean that she would gladly cede to you. Are you ready to take that risk?”

“What does your program cost?” He asked.

“The program lasts for six months, and it will cost you 150 £.”

“Well that’s not too bad,” he said.

“That’s per month payable in advance.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

I was amused to see him gulp. I could actually see his Adam’s apple suddenly protrude at that point.

“No! I am not out of my mind. If you expect results, you have to pay the price.”

“What surety do I have that you will succeed?”

“None. We can train the young woman, but we can’t make her perform for you.”

There was a knock on my office door, and Mildred entered. “James, Bertie would like a word on the phone,” she said reaching on my desk and handing me the receiver.

“Your Royal Highness, what can I do for you today? – Yes, the two girls are ready for you. – Of course, your man can collect them tomorrow. – I’m sure you will be delighted with their charms and their performance. – Thank you – No, Mildred and I are not available for your next party, but thank you for asking. Maybe next time. – Cheerio then.”

Mildred asked me, “How’s Bertie today?”

“He seemed very chipper. The Queen must be away at Balmoral. He invited us to his next soirée, however with potentially two new pupils this week as you heard I declined.”

Our puffed up Lord asked, “Was that the Prince of Wales?”

“Yes, why?”

“You people work with him?”

“Yes, we do. We train all the young ladies that attend his famous or is it infamous parties.”

He smiled, “And you madam are intimate enough with him to refer to him as Bertie?”

“Well, Lord Abercrombie, when you have slept with a man you are allowed certain liberties.”

“I have one last question for you? If at the end of the six-month program I am not satisfied with the results or the young wench demurs what happens?

“Well, that is a possibility. The young lady certainly will be more than able to satisfy your fantasies. Whether she will demur, that we can’t control. However, we would undertake to refund your money and place her elsewhere.”

“Hmm ... I don’t have that sum of money here with me could I send it to you tomorrow?”

“Of course. Where is the girl?”

“Sitting in my carriage outside.”

Mildred, dear can you go bring her in?’

“Lord ... err ... Abercrombie, it was an honor meeting you. We will expect the tuition tomorrow and start her training immediately. We will see you in six months. During this period you will not be able to communicate with her.”

With that, I rang for George who ushered him out of my presence.

An hour later Mildred came back to my office.

“What a puffed up popinjay,” she exclaimed on entering. “I did a little inquiry about the Lord. It is as I thought. He purchased his title about a year ago. From what I’m told he is filthy rich and very amoral.”

“Forget about him, Mildred. How is the girl?”

“Poor thing! Her name is Shelagh. She is frightened and has obviously been beaten by him. However, she has spirit. I have fed her and had her take a hot bath. Nurse Gilmour has salved her bruises, and she has been put to bed for the night.”

“What does she look like?”

“Oh, you dirty old man. Is that all you are interested in?”

“Well, Mildred you know my nature as I know yours, so tell me about our new pupil. After that, if you are not occupied with one of our charges for the night, maybe you would honor me with a session in the dungeon followed by a night with me.”

“Now that is the best offer I have had all day, Master James. I accept enthusiastically. Now as to Shelagh, she seems to be about 17-years-old. She is Irish and came to England to escape from the poverty which her family lived in. She was immediately hired by this so-called Lord.”

“What about her appearance?”

“James, she is absolutely delectable. She has long copper red hair, green eyes, and a profusion of freckles. Taller than average with long straight legs and a wonderful rounded posterior. Her breasts seem to be perfectly proportioned, but the best part is her smile. She is positively enchanting.”

“Well, you certainly have whet my appetite. Shall we proceed to the dungeon, my dear?”

“Only if you insist, Master James.”

“Oh, I most certainly do my little head slut.”

“Millie, off with your clothes.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now pose for me so I can admire your charms. Hands above your head and legs spread for me.”

“Does Master like what I have to offer?”

“Oh yes, very much. Are you going to offer me anything more than a view?”

“James, you can have anything you wish for. I didn’t accept this position just for the salary, I love the fringe benefits too.”

“James? You forget yourself wench. We are in the dungeon so...”

“Sorry, Master James, my love,” she giggled.

“That’s better. Now stand right in front of me so I can explore your fringe,” I said as my fingers pulled at the sparse tuft of hair over Mildred’s mouth-watering pussy. “Go drape yourself over the spanking bench, you lewd and adorably lascivious woman.”

I gazed with lust and admiration as she bent over the high bench with her legs spread wide, her ass high in the air and her body lying flat on the surface. I stood and proceeded to tie her ankles to shackles placed in the floor at shoulder width, and her arms were stretched and linked to the other end of the bench.

My hand slid up her inner thigh, and I ran my fingers around her pussy lips a few times before fingering her wet vagina. She mewled like a kitten as I stroked my fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

I stepped back to admire her. Her body was exquisite. She was stretched so she was on her toes and the sweep of her long legs ending in a deliciously rounded backside was making me salivate. Her raven curls were splayed on her back, and I could just imagine her succulent tits flat against the top of the bench with her now hardening nipples being forced into the leather padding.

“Now, Millie, have you been a bad girl today?”

“Oh, Yes, Master very, very naughty.”

“So you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes, Master James. Please punish me for all my naughtiness.”

“Tell me how you were naughty so I can decide on the severity of the punishment you deserve?”

“When I went to get our charges out of bed this morning I noticed that Jimmy had a large morning erection, so I felt I had to relieve him of all that tension, and I sucked his cock till he erupted in my mouth.

Julie later joined me as I was showering and we fingered each other’s cunnies and asses, and we ended up getting each other off with fingers and tongues.

When I started teaching, later on, I found that Tony had not mastered his lessons for today and had him bend over a desk and paddled his tight ass. When his ass was flaming red, I proceeded to give him a hand job in front of all the pupils.”

“Yes, I see you have had a busy and naughty day. The punishment will be ten spanks on each cheek and five across your pussy before I spear your asshole.”

“Oh, thank you, Master for being so lenient,” she tittered.

“Just remember he who laughs best laughs last,” I said as my hand came down smartly across her well-rounded ass cheek. “Remember to count as with my advanced years and general decrepitude I might lose my count.”

“Yes, beloved, Master. One! Ouch!”

“Methinks that Ouch was long delayed. Shall we start over?”

“Yes, Master. Please!”

I proceeded to spank her beauteous ass, peppering her curves alternately as she counted each blow and added a ritual ‘Ouch’ to each one. When I was done, and she had scored the final and the twentieth spank, her ass was a lovely pink hue and very warm to my touch. I caressed her globes and ran a finger through her crease tickling her pink puckered star.

“Thank you, Master,” she said pretending to snivel.

“Oh! We’re not done yet. Have you forgotten the five across your pussy?”

“Yes I had, Master,” she answered making a visible effort to part her thighs even further.

I placed my hand between her parted thighs and palmed her. Her pussy was wet, and when I withdrew my palm, it was glistening with her moisture. Taking my hand away made her utter a moan of disappointment.

By this time my cock was straining the buttons of my fly. I proceeded to strip to the buff and used my cock to tease Mildred by running it through her ass crack and pussy lips. This caused her to purr contentedly and to make my already raging hard-on even harder.

I stepped back and rapidly gave her pussy the five promised spanks. After the last one, I brought my fingers under her again and parting her pussy lips I used my fingers to penetrate her. My other hand snaked around her legs to toy with her clit. Her moans intensified as I manualized her and brought her to the edge of orgasm repeatedly always stopping short of letting her cum.

“Please, Master, I need your cock in me. Please make me cum.” She pleaded.

“See what I told you,” I said, “he who laughs best laughs last.”

“Master, you are a bastard. I need to cum. Please.”

“I might be a bastard as we know who our mother is but not necessarily who our father is, though I have always given my father the benefit of the doubt. Now if you want me to fuck you tell me where you want me to put my cock. I want to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck my ass, Master. You already know all my holes are at your service.”

“Good Girl,” I said as I brought my cock forward and placed it at her rear opening. I pushed forward, and she thrust back with her hips, and my glans was soon ensconced into the entrance to her ass. I let it luxuriate for several instants feeling the tight embrace of her sphincter. I could see her slowly opening up.

I brought my hand around her again to play with her clit which now protruded from its hood like a little finger. As I started to roll it between my fingers, she gave a violent thrust of her hips, and I sank into that hot sheaf till my cock was fully enveloped by her. Her warm ass was pressed to my pubis and each thrust I gave made my balls slap against it.

Millie was now moaning constantly. Her body was arched pushing against my thrusting cock as she quivered. I sensed that she was close to cumming and I was also throbbing in her. ““Now, Millie, cum now,” I gasped.

Her moans reached a new peak. My hand was flooded with her pussy juices as she let go of her orgasm. Her ass gripped me like a velvet vise, and I discharged spurt after warm spurt of my seed into her bowels.

Between moans, I heard her say, “Thank you my beloved, Master.”

As her breathing resumed its normal rhythm, I slowly pulled out my now limp cock and proceeded to release her from her bonds. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to our bedchamber while our lips met in a passionate kiss.

The following morning after showering and shaving I descended to breakfast. The staff and pupils were in the dining room waiting for my arrival standing behind their chairs. “You may sit,” I intoned taking my seat at the head of the table.

The wait staff started serving our food as Mildred entered the room leading this cute redhead which she sat next to me. “Shelagh, this is Master James our headmaster,” she said by way of introduction.

“Good morning, Shelagh. Did you sleep well? I asked. I got a low mutter in response. “Speak up girl.”

“Yes, Sir. I did. Sir, am I supposed to be having breakfast here?” She stammered.

“Of course. Where were you expecting to have it?”

“In the kitchen, Sir. As I usually do at Lord Abercrombie’s.”

“Well, you are not at Lord thingumybob’s now. You are at my place and rules here are different.”

“And this food is for me?”

“Yes, unless you want to feed it to Snuffles.”

“Snuffles, Sir?”

“Look under the table.”

“Oh, he’s so cute!” She exclaimed as she reached down and caressed our pet corgi who was sniffing at her ankle to find out who his new potential friend was.

“Sir, so much food. I am not used to this. I usually got just a bowl of gruel in the morning if the cook was in a good mood,” she said while staring wide-eyed at the plate of eggs and bacon and the range of extras in front of her which ranged from strawberries to clotted cream and a variety of preserves and bread.

“Well dig in. You will need your energy for later.”

Back in my office I went through the day’s mail and accounts as I did each morning. An hour later Mildred brought Shelagh in for her initial interview.

The girl had obviously bathed and looked squeaky clean. Her hair was brushed and glowed in the sunlight that streamed through the window. She was wearing the school uniform for girls which consisted of a white shift that descended to just above the knees, white knee socks and black flat-heeled shoes. The garment was scoop necked and revealed the swell of her breasts.

I invited her to sit across from my desk and watched her from over my reading glasses. She looked nervously around the room as she sprawled in the armchair. Removing my glasses, I looked at her and asked, “Any questions?”

“Yes, Sir, many questions. Where am I and what is going to happen to me?”

“Well, first sit up, ladies do not sprawl when they sit. As to where you are this is a special school. And as to what is going to happen to you, that will depend entirely on you.”

“On me, Sir? What type of school? I never went to school back home, Sir.”

“This is going to require quite an explanation, and I would like you to let me guide this conversation. I’m going to answer all your questions if you are patient. First, however, let me ask you some questions?”

“Are you a virgin, Shelagh?”

“Uh ... No, Sir,” she answered blushing, and a mournful look clouded her green eyes.

“Would you mind telling me how that happened?”

“Do I have to? I was told never to speak about it to anyone.”

“Yes, if I am going to help you I have to know. Now anything you say here is never shared with anyone except with my wife, Mistress Mildred.”

“Oh, she’s so nice, Sir.”

“I know. Now out with it if you want to remain here.”

“It happened last year when I turned sixteen. Lord Abercrombie called me to his bedchamber that day and told me he was going to give me a special birthday present and make a woman out of me. He pulled me into his bed, undressed me, and had his way with me.”

“I see. Has Lord Abercrombie repeated that since?”

“Yes, Sir, whenever Lady Abercrombie is absent. If I don’t want to, he does cruel things like telling cook not to feed me till I accept, or if I make the slightest mistake in my duties, he will beat me.”

“Why didn’t you just run away?”

“Run where? I have no money or clothes except that grey thing I was wearing when I got here. I also have nowhere to go, Sir.”

“Did you enjoy what he did to you?”

“Enjoy? Sir, that man is a pig. He smells bad and is dirty. I absolutely loathe him.”

I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks as she related her woes. I was saddened but not surprised by her tale. The lower classes were treated as slaves. Actually worse than slaves. Slaves had certain rights which this girl did not have.

“Very well, bright eyes. Wipe those tears, and I will tell you what your choices are while you are here.”

“Bright eyes, Sir, why do you call me that?” she asked while wiping her tears with her fingers.

“You have beautiful green eyes, and they should only shed tears of joy not of sadness,” I told her with a smile.

“You are at the ‘Sexual Academy.’ Here we take in young ladies and men and teach them all that there is to know about the amatory arts. At all times while you are here, you will have choices. No one will ever make you do something you do not want to do. Do you understand?”

“Uh ... I think so, Sir.”

“You will be trained to enjoy sexual experiences and to be the best lover you can be. We will also modify you so you can act like a lady at all times, and by the time you leave, you will have been taught to read, write and basic mathematics. If you have the skills we will work on your abilities to sing, act, and dance.”

“Who will be paying for this, Sir?”

“Lord Abercrombie.”

“But why?”

“Because he believes that after we train you, he will get back a compliant sex slave for his enjoyment.” When I saw the distressed look on her face, I quickly added, “However that is not the way it works. If at the end of the training you do not want to return to his tender care we will find a position where you will be appreciated and which you will enjoy.”