Chapter 5

The next morning Trudy slept in late, it was gone nine by the time she managed to get out of bed. She felt good though, her new career as an actress making her smile as she looked in the mirror. Her bum was still sore but not enough to spoil how she was feeling. She turned and looked at it, still shocked by how it looked, the red lines of the belt still as prominent as yesterday. Her fingers traced along them, the raised skin testament to the force of her beating, a little shiver running down her back as she remembered being punished.

It was Saturday and a week to the tennis tournament, but at least there was no training session arranged for today, much to her relief. The thought of seeing Charles after what he did to her was mortifying, she still couldn’t believe he beat her like a naughty schoolgirl and fucked her after, what kind of a boy was he, she asked herself? Nothing like those nice boys last night, she knew, smiling at the thought of her knights kissing her.

She grabbed her dress, the one from last night, and went down to the kitchen, dying for a nice cuppa. When she got there, she saw a note on the table, from Brian. It told her he had been called to the school board in London to discuss some financial problem and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night or Monday, depending on how the meeting went. She put the kettle on and sat at the table, happy she had the weekend to herself.

After a nice cup of tea and toast, she went up to have a shower before ringing Amy and asking her to come shopping with her. Having a girl’s shopping trip would be perfect, she thought, she needed more panties that was for sure. Five minutes later, with water still dripping from her naked body, she stood in the hallway on the phone, looking out through the frosted glass of the front door and wishing someone would knock on it.

Amy didn’t answer, it was Thomas, her husband, and he told her they were going to see Amy’s parents in a little while. Trudy was disappointed and said goodbye, putting the phone down as she saw movement through the glass. Her heart began to race, thinking they must be coming to the door. Her nipples were hard, too, the figure going by and not coming to the door. She giggled and ran upstairs, quickly looking out of the window to see who it was.

It was one of the teachers, taking their dog for a walk in the woods behind her house. Trudy watched him as he walked away, her naked body on view if he decided to turn and look up, but he didn’t, leaving her to pinch her nipples for some relief. She grabbed another dress and put it on, wondering what she would do with herself, her nipples still hard and sticking out.

She had another cup of tea and read yesterday’s paper, trying hard to care about the Russian threat but not succeeding, wishing they would drop the bomb on London this weekend. After washing her cup, she thought about going to see Edmond and chatting about the play, maybe offering to help on more drama projects.

‘Yes!’ She cried. ‘I’ll do that, great idea, Trudy.’ She giggled.

Edmond had accommodation in the school block, a flat she thought, but not really sure. She did know where it was though and went back upstairs to put on some make-up and choose a nice dress, knowing he would appreciate something a little sexy. Thirty minutes later she was ready, her make-up done and a dress chosen, her yellow one, nice and short with plenty of buttons to leave undone. This time she wore panties, though no bra, her nipples poking out nicely.

It was quite chilly as she walked across the school, her light jacket just about keeping her warm. There were quite a few boys about, going to and from the school, mostly in sportswear. Saturdays were always busy, the boys did love their sports, she thought, admiring some of their legs as they all greeted her warmly, admiring her legs in return. She arrived at Edmond’s door and knocked, looking down at her tits and liking how much of them could be seen, hoping he appreciated her efforts.

She knocked two more times, desperately disappointed he wasn’t in, wondering what she would do now. She left his block and stood in the courtyard, looking around aimlessly, trying to decide if she should go shopping on her own. From another door came two boys, both smiling broadly and greeting her enthusiastically.

‘Morning, Miss, you were fabulous last night, can’t wait to see you in the play.’ One of them said.

She didn’t recognise them, thinking they must have been watching from the seats. ‘Thank you, that’s very sweet of you. I really enjoyed myself, it was such fun.’

‘Are you looking for Mr Davis?’ The other asked, his eyes on her chest as the jacket opened in the wind.

‘Yes, but he’s not in.’ She answered, enjoying the boys gaze.

‘He’s in the drama hall doing some painting and fixing some props.’

‘Oh, thank you, I’ll go and help him.’ She told them, happy now she had something to do.

‘Bye Mrs Smith.’ They said in unison.

Trudy waved and walked toward the drama hall, excited about helping Edmond, really wanting to be a part of the group. When she got there, he was in overalls with a paint brush in his hand, five other boys with him all with brushes, too.

‘Hi, can I help?’ She called to them, walking quickly to where they were.

‘My my, you just can’t keep away. I think someone has the acting the bug. Grab a brush and dive in.’ He laughed.

The five boys all smiled when they saw her, more than happy she was here with them. Two of her knights were among them, Thomas and Peter, both rushing to get her a brush, wanting to be near her. She laughed at their enthusiasm and took her coat off, hanging it on a chair and taking a brush from Thomas, the winner in the brush race. He gave it to her and stared at her tits, not believing she was here again wearing such a sexy dress. All the boys came to her, chatting and telling her how good she was last night and how much they were looking forward to the next rehearsals, their eyes on her tits also, marveling at how beautiful they were.

Edmond had his hands on hips, his default setting Trudy concluded as she smiled over at him, shrugging her shoulders at his indignation. She liked the attention of these boys, they were so full of joy and pleased to see her, it was infectious.

‘If you can all drag your eyes from the lovely, and may I say, sexy Princess, there is work to be done.’ He shouted over the noise of chattering teenagers.

‘Come, show me what I have to do, I’m all yours.’ She told them, seductively.

Thomas took her hand and pulled her to the big board he was painting, determined no one else would have her. Trudy let him drag her, giggling as she looked at Edmond, hands still on his hips.

‘We are painting this green to look like the outside while we joust, we have four of them to do.’ He told her, pointing to the paint pot.

‘Yes good Knight, I shall complete the task.’ She teased, winking at him.

She spent all morning with them, enjoying every minute of it, just like last night. The boys were so funny and all of them so polite, only wanting her attention and approval. Thomas told her his life story and all about his desire to be a famous stage actor, like Laurence Olivier. He knew every Shakespeare play and quoted the great bard all morning. Trudy was so impressed with him, thinking if anyone was going to achieve their goal it would be this young man.

When it was one pm, Edmond sent one of the boys to the kitchens to collect their packed lunches, telling him to bring extra for their new recruit. They all sat around a big table, Thomas and Peter either side of their princess, eating their sandwiches and drinking fizzy pop. It seemed to Trudy they spent the next hour all laughing hysterically at each other’s jokes and stories, especially Edmonds. He had lived such a varied life, living and working all over the world.

Trudy felt very inadequate compared to the others, hardly doing anything exciting with her life. But she never showed it, not wanting anyone feeling sorry for her, she was having too much fun for that. When she made a joke about Edmonds red velvet clothing, calling him the scarlet pimpernel, he flicked some ice cream at her, landing on her chest, just above her open dress.

‘You didn’t? Oh my, you did.’ She gasped, her face a picture of shock.

All the boys laughed loudly, watching as it slid downwards towards her wonderful tits. Thomas reached out with his napkin and wiped it just before it disappeared under the yellow material. All the boys now silent, amazed by his daring, Trudy not moving as he wiped gently, cleaning her soft skin of the melting chocolate ice cream.

‘Thank you, sir, my hero.’ She said, her voice all sultry.

‘Anything for my princess.’ He answered, giving the top of her breast one more wipe.

Trudy shivered with excitement, her soft nipples now hardening as she looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but kindness in them. Her hand went under the table and squeezed his leg, just above the knee, as a gesture of thanks. Thomas took a sharp intake of air, her hand sending little bolts of pleasure to his hardening cock. He took this as permission for him to do the same, his hand joining hers under the table and squeezing her thigh in the same place. Trudy jumped a little, not expecting him to do the same, but she could hardly complain if she did it first.

‘I think I’m going to be sick.’ Edmond mocked, pretending to gag.

They all laughed again, Trudy wishing she had some ice cream to flick at Edmond as she brought her hand back onto the table. Thomas kept his hand where it was, amazed at how soft her skin was, not wanting to move it and hoping she would let him. His hand felt nice but she knew she should stop him, it wasn’t right and he might get the wrong idea, she thought.

‘Ok, let’s get back to work shall we?’ Edmond announced, standing up quickly.

The boys began doing the same, slowly, wishing this break could go on longer. Trudy waited for Thomas to move his hand, looking down at it, her dress quite high on her thighs. Peter was now up, leaving just the two of them seated, Edmond already back to his paint brush.

‘We should join them, don’t you think?’ Trudy asked, quietly, still not moving

‘I’m sorry, I was just ... uh... ‘ He stuttered, moving his hand.

‘It’s ok, shhh.’ She interrupted him, not wanting him to feel bad. ‘Let’s go back to work, you can recite Romeo and Juliet again, I love listening to you.’ She told him, smiling and touching his hand.

‘Can I ask you something?’ He whispered.

‘Of course.’

‘Are you wearing anything under your dress?’ He asked, quietly, looking excited.

Trudy blushed but felt a thrill as she remembered his hands on her bare bum last night, her eyes looking around the room to make sure no one heard him.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know.’ She teased, standing and flicking his hair playfully.

She walked back to where she was painting, her pussy now tingling as well as her nipples, Edmond smiling over at her. She smiled back, picking up her brush and waiting for Thomas to join her, knowing he would be just behind. And he was, taking his brush and standing next to her.

‘Can I ask another question?’ He whispered.

Trudy looked at him with her eyebrows raised: ‘Go on then.’

‘Why do you not wear anything underneath, isn’t it cold?’ He asked, a glint in his eye.

Trudy laughed, telling him: ‘I usually do, it’s just last night I left the house quickly after my shower and forgot. Now do some painting young man.’ She told him, stabbing her paint brush at him.

‘Is that a dagger I see before me?’ He said, all Shakespearian like.

‘More Romeo and Juliet?’ Trudy asked, dabbing the board.

Thomas laughed, telling her it was from Macbeth and that she should know that.

‘Hey, be nice or you won’t get any more kisses, snob.’ She told him, pretending to be hurt.

‘It was lovely.’ He said quietly.

‘What was?’ She asked, looking at him quizzically.

‘Your bum, it felt lovely.’ He added, still whispering, his eyes on the board.

‘Oh, thank you, uh ... i’m glad you liked it.’ She told him, not knowing what else to say.

‘Your skin is so soft.’ He continued, wanting her to know.

‘Shhh, you’re making me blush and Mr Davis will see. But thank you, you smooth talking devil.’ She giggled, secretly enjoying his compliments.

‘All the boys think you’re beautiful, like a film star.’ came another compliment.

‘Thomas! Stop, my head will explode if it gets any bigger.’ She told him, giggling again.

‘Hey, what’s going on down there? More work and less fun, you’re not here to enjoy yourselves.’ Edmond shouted over.

‘Sorry sir but this Knight is sweeping me off my feet, he’s a real charmer.’ She shouted back.

‘So I’ve heard, you’ll have to give in to him and be his princess.’ He answered, all the boys laughing.

‘What do I get for being your princess, sir?’ She asked, smiling submissively.

‘Me, of course.’ He told her, confidently.

Trudy put her hand to her brow, as if overcome with excitement: ‘Wow, lucky me. I’m all yours, sir.’

This banter carried on for another hour, all the boys joining in as Trudy went from one to the other, giving each of them a share of her time. She was in her element, soaking up their attention and compliments, loving every second of it. Unlike with Charles, she didn’t mind all the flirting and touching, it was her choice to be there and she felt she could put a stop to it or leave anytime she wanted.

Eventually, Edmond called an end to the work, telling the boys they could finish up and go, thanking them all for their time. Trudy was finishing off the bottom of a stand, kneeling down and reaching out, her brush moving the length of the stand. In doing it this way, her dress fell forward off her chest, revealing her tits to anyone above her. As she finished her stroke, she noticed the feet, all ten of them, standing next to her and looking down.

She looked down at her tits and saw her nipples, long and pink, on display. She wasn’t angry, far from it, she found their interest flattering and complimentary. She even lingered a few extra seconds before standing, smiling at them all as they blushed.

‘How would you all like to come for tea tonight? I’ll cook something nice as a reward for all your hard work. In fact, you’ll be doing me a favour, I’m on my own this weekend and would enjoy the company. What do you say?’ She offered.

They all nodded, excited at the prospect of spending time with her in her home.

‘Good, how does fish and chips sound? You too, Edmond.’

‘Sounds delightful, we can even play a few games, just like Christmas.’ He answered, being silly.

‘What time, Mrs Smith?’ One of them asked.

‘Let’s say six shall we? And it’s Trudy from now on.’

‘I’ll bring the wine.’ Edmond added, winking at Trudy.

‘Perfect, I’ll see you all at six. I better go to the fish mongers.’ She laughed.

Trudy was soon back from the shops and getting everything ready, the chips cut and the batter ready for the fish. She had bought cakes and drinks of all descriptions, determined every boy would have something to choose from. This evening meant a lot to her and she wanted everything to be perfect. She smiled to herself as she walked up the stairs to shower and change, feeling like a teenager whose first date was coming to the house.

By five she was washed and dressed, her make-up light and her dress respectable, just above the knee and all but two buttons done up in the front. She had panties on but no bra, she was getting used to not wearing one and liked it, it made her feel sexy and she liked the attention it brought. Her nipples could be seen but they were not obvious and her cleavage was quite modest, for a change, she thought, giggling.

By five thirty she was a little anxious, putting the hoover away after yet another quick clean in the lounge. She really liked her new friends and wanted them to have a nice time, scared she might go over the top or not do enough, she couldn’t decide. A glass of Brian’s scotch helped, the warming sensation in her tummy helping calm her nerves.

Five minutes later and after another glass of scotch, the doorbell rang, making Trudy jump and quickly put back the whiskey. She checked herself in the mirror before going to the door, her heart racing with excitement as she opened it.

‘You’re early but come in. Wow, you all look so smart, real gentlemen.’ She told them, stepping back and letting them all in.

Edmond wasn’t with them but that was no surprise, his flat was in another block. They all went through to the lounge, giggling and playfully pushing each other, all as excited as Trudy. Thomas sat in Brian’s chair, telling the others he was now the man of the house, making them all laugh.

‘I see you’ve made yourself at home, Thomas. Is it comfortable?’ She asked, smiling sweetly at him.

‘A glass of whiskey and my pipe, please.’ He joked, acting the man.

The others laughed again, all sitting on the couch, waiting for Trudy to respond. She looked at the boys sitting and winked at them before going to the drinks cabinet and pouring a scotch, bringing it to Thomas.

‘Here you are sir; I hope it’s to your liking.’ She said, very politely.

Thomas looked shocked but took it, looking at his friends who were all leaning forward, waiting to see if he dared drink it. He then looked up at Trudy, who was grinning down at him, looking so sexy in her red dress. He put the glass to his mouth and took a gulp, hoping to impress her, the taste just awful as he coughed violently, handing back the glass to a laughing Trudy.

She put the glass back and lent down to Thomas, patting his back, telling him it was ok. He looked a little crest fallen, his act of bravado backfiring spectacularly. Trudy now felt sorry for him, wishing she hadn’t done it.

‘I’m sorry, that was mean of me, come and get some water.’ She said, taking his hand and helping him up.

He looked at his friends and smiled as she took him by the hand, letting them know he had all her attention and was very happy to be led. He coughed again, just to reinforce his plight, knowing she would fall for it.

Trudy put her arm around him, telling him again she was sorry, hoping he would be alright. They got to the kitchen and she poured him some water, watching as he drank it, coughing a little more.

‘Is that better?’ She asked, concerned.

‘A bit, but i think a kiss would really help.’ He asked, all pathetically.

‘You brat.’ She cried, punching his arm, laughing at his little act.

‘But Miss, I deserve one, surely?’ He said, looking so hurt.

‘Oh my, Mr Davis is right, you will make a great actor, come here.’ She giggled, letting him lean in and kiss her.

He took her in his arms and pressed his lips on hers, holding her tightly, moving his mouth gently on hers. She let him and even moved with him, though she kept her mouth closed, not wanting to encourage him too much. After a few seconds, she pulled her mouth back, her eyes on his.

‘You will be the death of me, you devil.’ She whispered, her body tingling.

He smiled at her, looking like the cat that got the cream. ‘Are you?’ He suddenly asked, looking down at her pussy.

She blushed, knowing what he was asking: ‘Yes, now go back while I start tea.’

‘Show me.’ He pressed, feeling more confident.

‘No! Now go back.’ She chided him, blushing some more.

He walked to the door and turned back, cocking his head and raising his eyebrows, waiting for her to show him. She shook her head and turned to the counter, quickly flicking her dress up above her bum, his gasp confirming he had seen her red panties.

‘Oh yes, so beautiful.’ He sighed, leaving her to the cooking.

A few minutes later there was another knock on the door, Edmond had arrived. The boys let him in and he came into the kitchen to say hello, putting a bottle of white wine on the table.

‘You look gorgeous, darling, Like Scarlet O’Hara, I could eat you. I bet my boys have already tried, haven’t they?’ He teased, making her blush again.

‘Stop it, you’ll give them ideas.’ She warned him, looking at the chips and not him.

‘Oh my dear, they already have the idea. If only you knew what I overheard them saying earlier.’ He added, sounding very mischievous.

‘What? Tell me.’ She gasped, spinning around.

He laughed at her sudden terror, telling her they wanted to marry her. She could see he had been pulling her leg, her fear about getting caught doing something wrong had made her easy to fool. She threw a chip at him, telling him he was mean and would get the smallest piece of cod. He just smiled and poured two glasses of wine, ignoring her protests and handing her one.

‘I’ve already had a glass of scotch, god, I’ll be drunk soon then where will I be?’ She told him, sipping the cold Chardonay.

‘Passed out and at the mercy of five lovelorn boys.’ He joked.

‘Mmm, sounds exciting, at least I might get some then.’ She blurted out, instantly regretting it.

‘Do tell, is the head not fulfilling his duties?’ He asked, smiling wickedly.

‘Oh god, forget I said that, it’s the whiskey talking.’ She quickly added.

Thomas and Peter were just outside the door listening, looking at each other in disbelief, not believing what they were hearing. Mrs Smith wasn’t getting any and she wouldn’t mind if the boys took advantage of her. Peter dug his elbow into Thomas’ side, his eyes wide with shock. Thomas just smiled, shushing his friend.

‘Whatever you say but be careful, those boys are nearly men and it wouldn’t take much to give them the wrong idea, if you know what I mean.’ He teased, again.

‘You’re the one who was telling me to give them all a kiss, young men with raging hormones, remember?’ She asked, putting the fish in the big fryer she had borrowed from the school.

‘Oh yes,’ he giggled, ‘and you hated it, didn’t you?’

‘Well, that isn’t the point. Shut up and drink your wine.’

Thomas and Peter went back to the lounge, excited about what they heard, thinking Trudy might actually like them and find them attractive.

Trudy and Edmond finished cooking and started to bring it in to the big round dining table, all the boys sitting and waiting eagerly. They all waited until the two adults came in with their meals, Trudy sitting between Thomas and Peter and Edmond opposite, looking at her and winking. She ignored his innuendo and told everyone to tuck in.

Trudy was very happy with how the meal turned out, it was cooked to perfection and everyone finished it all, telling her it was delicious. Thomas and Peter helped her clear the table and bring in the different cakes, Edmond finishing another glass of wine as they did so. The boys all polished off the cake, stuffing themselves like starving orphans, much to Trudy’s surprise and pleasure. When they were all done and the table clear, Trudy relaxed and sipped her wine, chatting happily with them all, answering their questions and being genuinely interested in their lives and hobbies, it was a perfect Saturday afternoon.

Edmond and her soon polished off the wine, both feeling that lovely tingle that only alcohol could give a person. She felt more at ease with this group of people than she ever had with her husband and his colleagues, it was a two-way thing and seemed so natural and easy. The more she chatted with the boys, especially Thomas, the more she was drawn to them, wanting to spend time with them.

Her bum was still sore and she kept shifting in her chair, trying to find a pain-free spot on her cheeks and not make it obvious. Thomas did notice, though, wondering if she wanted to go to the loo or was slightly drunk, either way it was amusing.

He leaned over to her and whispered in her ear: ‘Go to the toilet if you have to, you won’t miss anything.’

She smiled at him and whispered back: ‘It’s not that but thanks, I’ll be ok.’

‘Oh, I see, sorry.’ He replied, thinking it was that time of the month, knowing how his older sister could be when it was her time.

‘No, it’s not that,’ she chuckled, ‘My bum is a bit sore from an accident, that’s all.’

‘Oh, good, sorry. But it didn’t look sore earlier, though I barely saw it.’ He told her, smiling cheekily.

‘If you saw it, you’d know why I was squirming.’

‘I’d like that, maybe later if that’s ok?’ He asked, looking into her eyes.

‘Let’s play charades.’ Edmond suddenly shouted, saving Trudy from answering Thomas.

‘Good idea, let’s have some fun.’ Trudy agreed.

She went and got the box from her room, checking herself in the mirror and deciding to open another button on her dress, just because she was warm, she told herself. She also looked at her bum, to see if the lines from Charles’ belt could be seen. They could but not obviously, making her feel a bit better. She returned to the lounge and opened the game box, everyone now sitting on the couch or the floor.

For the next hour, Trudy had more fun than she could remember, laughing so much she nearly peed herself. Everyone making a fool of themselves at least twice, some many more but at no time did anyone get moody or angry, everyone taking it in the spirit it was meant. The funniest of all was Trudy doing ‘Lassie’, she had to get on all fours and wiggle her bum with her tongue out, the boys behind her getting a lovely view of her bum. They all deliberately didn’t get it right for ages, enjoying the show.

When she was sat on the couch watching others, she would grab Thomas or Peter with excitement, all three trying to answer first and prevent the other from talking, sometimes with their hand over a mouth. Both boys grabbed her back, tickling her and even grabbing her bare thighs, especially after she did it to them. She never flinched when she felt a hand on her leg, enjoying the intimacy and knowing they were not being aggressive. It was lovely and being squashed between the two boys was really nice.

‘I hate to be a party pooper, but the boys need to get back to their dorms before curfew, sorry.’ Edmond said, looking sad.

‘No, no, I am the headmaster’s wife and I say it’s ok.’ Trudy shouted, to cheers from the boys.

‘That you are my dear but rules are rules and not even someone as distinguished as yourself can flout the rules of this esteemed school. We wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with the head, he might have to cane you.’ He joked but with a serious tone.

Trudy pouted and looked at him, knowing he was right. Brian would only be angry if she bent the rules for her own reasons.

‘Ok, I suppose but we will definitely do this again, soon, I promise.’ She sighed, standing up.

All the boys groaned with disappointment but stood as well, Edmond putting his coat on and hurrying them up. They were already cutting it fine, he warned, going to the front door and opening it. Trudy walked them all to the door, hugging each boy as they left, Thomas the last to go, giving her bum a feel as he hugged her tightly. She giggled in his ear, telling him to behave but letting him.

She closed the door and went back to the lounge, falling on the couch and putting her feet on the coffee table. She was really happy and strangely aroused, her fingers going under her dress and pressing on her clit through her panties. It felt really good and she wanted more, her hands now pulling off her panties and throwing them on the table. Her fingers went back to her swollen pussy, dipping inside and making her moan.

Before she could get going, there was a loud knock on the door, making her jump. She stood and went to the door, wondering who on earth it could be. Her fingers were still wet as she opened it, Thomas standing there, smiling.

‘I left my watch on the table, can I get please?’ He asked, still smiling.

‘Thomas! You’ll get a detention if you’re late, come in quickly.’ She told him, pulling at his arm.

They went to the lounge and Thomas looked for his watch, seeing it on the table next to a red pair of panties. Trudy saw them as well, her face turning bright red as she rushed to grab them, picking them up and scrunching them in her hand.

‘You really don’t like wearing underwear, do you?’ He giggled, putting his watch on.

‘Oh god, stop it, Thomas, I’m so embarrassed.’ She said quietly, unable to look at him.

‘It’s ok, Trudy, our secret, remember.’ He reassured her.

‘Thank you, but you better go, I would hate to be the cause of you getting in trouble.’ She whispered, looking at him now, his handsome young face still smiling at her.

They walked to the door, her panties still in her hand, Thomas desperately wanting to give her another kiss before he left. He turned to her before she opened it, looking a little nervous as he took her by the waist, hoping she wouldn’t be angry with him.

‘One kiss, our secret.’ She sighed, her pussy still throbbing.

He leaned in and pressed gently on her lips, her nipples poking into his chest, giving him an extra thrill. His mouth opened a little as he moved it slowly, waiting for her to end it, praying she wouldn’t. Trudy fell back against the wall, letting him carry on, his body now pressing into hers. It was nice, she liked his mouth on hers, it was soft and tasted of coca cola. When she felt his tongue on her lips, probing, trying to gain entry, she moaned into his mouth and let him in, giving in and rewarding his boldness, her body now tingling all over.