Chapter 6

Percy was not allowed the modesty of being fully clothed as he travelled in the rear of the car to St Ada’s, the silk shawl covering the nakedness of the top half of his body did little to hide his predicament, as anyone viewing the occupants of the car when it stopped at junctions, will have noted Percy had been gagged for good measure. His erection poked the shawl high too, as the silk and gag had him feel he was being taken to a place of execution, the thought of being hanged before an audience of nubile femininity, having him spot the silk with pre-cum, the curt smiles of Amanda and Sylvia sat either side of him, and those of the Amazonian Emma in the mirror, adding to his lust for the humiliation he knew he faced. Sylvia prompted his erection further, her curt smile one of acute wickedness as she teased his mind.

“You’ll know either end of feminine dominance this week Percy my pet! ... you’ll soon know the raw and youthful spite of girls keen to make their mark in the pecking order of dominance, so eager to impress their authority before colleagues and tutors...” She sighed with a spiteful delight of her own as Amanda played her finger against the tip of his cock holding the wetted silk high.

“ ... their sadistic pleasure in administering cane, whip, and bare hand, will be conducted with such raw vigour.” She squirmed her cunt between her thighs as she turned on the seat to whisper in his ear pertly.

“ ... and then later this week ... if you haven’t been put out of your misery by youth, you’ll face the lust of mature womanhood, the years of expertise in dominating masculinity, honed to perfection, their pleasure in it demonstrated so thoroughly in seeing you dominated...” Percy swallowed hard, Amanda’s circling finger at his bell, bringing him close to spurting already as the car went through the gates of St Ada’s, his first humiliations beckoning as his mature feminine captor continued.

“You’ve seen the filming of some of the women, but there are others from the book club you’d never have imagined were dominant ... each and every one of them, longing to see you humiliated for producing such preposterous writings...” She grinned contentedly as the car was drawn up close to the grand entrance of the former mansion, now college.

“ ... and like the girls you’ll entertain today, they’ll have you reduced to begging for mercy within minutes!” Percy had nothing but a deeply submissive admiration for Madam Sylvia Birching, as her raucous laughter accompanied his being tugged from the car on a leash by a girl less than half his age, the woman who’d seen to his domination and owned him, more than happy to see her capture put to good use by other females, she knowing that the fresh vigour of varied dominance would break his spirit completely, reducing him to the level of absolute submission she demanded of him ... curing his mind to the most lurid of tales.

Her sexual appetite grew with every moment of her triumph over him, seeing him belittled enriched her erotic drive immensely, her cunt tingling as he was pulled from the car, the silk shawl whisked away, to kneel naked and dominated on a leash held by Amanda, as a horde of girls excited by spite, trooped out to sneer. No sneer was more acute than Sylvia’s though.

“There’s no going back now Percy! ... your secret is out, and every girl and woman knows your pathetic weakness, each longing to dominate you...” She strutted pompously, flicking her whip, whilst the girls adored her, and showed their contempt for him.

“ ... feel the shame Percy! ... and know that you’ll be punished for it, by every female who pleases to know the humiliating submission you crave!” She grinned with contentment on seeing Percy’s cock bone, on feeling just that humiliation as Amanda jerked him forward on the leash, through the avenue of spitefully taunting girls, the redhead keen to punish and know that submission. She gave Sylvia a curt smile as the mature woman gave her parting comment as she and Emma strutted off to see the Matron.

“Serve him well girls ... make sure he knows his place!” Percy’s anus clenched at the plug, his cock jutting erect below him as he waddled on all fours, his humiliation justly felt as many of the girls smiled and waved adoringly at the magnificent Emma, then looked upon him with extra contempt. His cock pulsed in the need to know their spite, those girls having seen him dominated and reduced to tears by her ... his anus tingled wildly at the promise of that raw sadism that Sylvia had mentioned, and the tension on his leash, along with the spite of those girls told him he’d know just that.

Amanda’s cunt was hot with arousal as more and more girls witnessed her proud ownership of a naked male on a leash, her ego swelling as readily as her cunt as she flicked her short whip, and strode in pompous dominance, expressing herself with a wickedly sincere delight.

“To the dorm girls! ... who wants their cunt licked, after he’s been whipped to tears?!!!” Percy gasped and grunted through the gag he knew would soon be removed, as the array of nubile but pertly spiteful females showed their enthusiasm, many stumbling awkwardly on showy heels, as they discarded their panties impatiently and converged ever close to him as they mounted stairs to the den of punishment which was their dormitory. A blonde and chubby girl flicked her panties off, and hooded Percy with them, the laughter of the other girls and the delicious scent of her gusset, having his boning cock dribble a thread of pre-cum, in anticipation of licking the cunt that had adorned them, after being rightfully reduced to tears in utter humiliation.

Amanda was youthful, but her authority and dominance over Percy was as stringent and potent as Sylvia’s, and the ginger girl knew it ... and loved to demonstrate it at every opportunity. The other girls sighted with pleasure as she rubbed her cunt with her free hand as they stood before the door of the dormitory and jerked his leash tight.

“You’re going to be thrashed Percy ... thrashed within an inch of your life ... thrashed until you come on the sheets ... then you’ll lick my arsehole in gratitude!” Percy’s anus tingled with a submissive urge as never before, on being led into the perfumed dormitory, lined with beds, a larger bed on a raised platform looming at the end, the Head Girl’s bed, raised to illustrate her authority. Percy snorted through the panties, his cock rigid as the plethora of excited girls jostled for advantageous positions as the raised bed loomed closer, his eyes taking in the delicious array of feminine shapes as many discarded their panties and left them in the aisle, the promise of being thrashed by the haughty Amanda, now exciting him as much as they.

There was no question of disobedience from Percy, as he was hauled to the raised bed, the arms of so many eager girls seeing to it, while just as many crowded about the edges of the bed, no small number of them already fingering their cunts, scenting the air with the lush perfume of arousal, longing to witness the thrashing of a male by the spitefully sadistic Amanda. The redhead barked her command as the grinning girls held him captive on the all too comfortable bed.

“Hold him star shaped girls, I want as many of you as possible to feel him ... as he feels the pain!” Percy thrust his cock at the bedding as his arms and legs were splayed, eager girls only too grateful to get close to study a male form shaved hairless ... gagged and anally plugged to confirm his submission. They grinned spitefully as the redheaded Amanda posed with her whip, the chubby blonde girl knelt and spread her broad thighs about his head, removing the panties she’d adorned his head with, and lifting his chin to have him sniff at the cunt which had had his nose savour the gusset.

“There! ... we can all witness your face as you’re punished, we don’t want to miss that!” One of the other girls sighted with pleasure.

“Shall we leave the gag on or off, Amanda?” The redhead grinned with sadistic anticipation, her poking clitoris in need of the tongue behind the gag ... but he’d suffer first.

“No, we’ll leave it on ... we don’t want the sound of his howling in agony to drown out the song of the whip ... or his blubbing in tears...” She lifted her whip high, and cut the air with it, the sound having Percy delight the girls by grunting hard through the gag, and thrusting at the sheets in anticipation of a cut of the whip that never came. Amanda sneered in triumph.

“See how he longs for the pain and humiliation girls? ... I want him to enjoy every aspect of it!” She sighed, her nipples rock hard through her blouse as she lifted the whip high again, the chubby blonde parting her thighs just slightly, allowing Percy a little of the whiff of her aroused cunt as she sniggered and held his head up to face her soft belly.

“Oh, if only Matron were here to witness this!” Percy thrust at the sheets as the girls giggled. They’d been treated to the entertainment of wayward boys, brought there, usually by stepmothers, whom they’d either cheeked, or more usually, because they had shown submissive tendencies ... or were being taught it. The Matron had always been present on these occasions though, the boys being thrashed with a cane by her, their humiliation guaranteed, and the girls satisfaction seen too, as those boys having reached manhood were shown their position in life, each one brought to tears in shame, many shooting their mess under the cane, as bent over a chair that rod confirmed the dominance of femininity upon their naked flesh.

Appointed by Sylvia and the board for her prowess with the cane, the Matron who always saw to the superficial needs of boys, in seeing to it that their transition to a manhood beneath the heel of femininity was confirmed, however cocky and insolent they’d been on arrival, might not have been in attendance, but she along with Sylvia and Emma watched proceedings covertly. The stern woman rubbed at her cunt with erotic satisfaction, on seeing her girls, Amanda in particular, dominate a male over twice their ages, with ruthless authority. She and the two women watched eagerly through spy holes in an observation room next to the dormitory, those positions of observation remaining unknown to the feminine inhabitants within it.

From her position of observation, Matron watched and often filmed her own indulgences with the cane upon boys, and also recorded the pecking orders established by the more dominant girls such as Amanda within the confines of the dormitory, which they were led to believe was an unobserved sanctuary. The more submissive girls were seen to be enforced to oblige Amanda and others in oral sex, as well as being taken by her with the strap-on, and those who’d shown bisexual or lesbian tendencies in other, more sedentary dormitories, were brought to the observed dorm to know arousals they’d only dreamed of before, on openly sampling cunts at the demand of the more dominant girls.