Chapter 12: The Secret Society

Adam was really finding his feet now. He was more relaxed; the girls were more relaxed and, paradoxically more respectful. They began to be more imaginative with their 'uniforms' but now he found this exciting and exhilarating rather than stressful. He would deliberately make some appreciative comment at some of their more outré interpretations. His classes went smoothly and he was developing the sort of relationships with his students that he was accustomed to. He still found it occasionally disconcerting that, to achieve this, he had had to beat them and maintain the role of a martinet - albeit in a sexual sense. However, he began to enjoy life again.

His 'additional duties' became more intense. Anne repeated her fellatio lesson for most of the classes in the school. The older girls were, naturally, more experienced and better at cock-sucking and he found it harder to contain himself and maintain the necessary detachment. He barely managed not to cum during the first round with the 3rd year, which, admittedly, contained more than it's fair share of exceedingly sexy young girls. He was equally hard pressed with the 4th year and was not looking forward to meeting the 5th whom Anne had, for some reason, by-passed. The follow-up lessons were even worse as the girls, having got over the novelty of having a real live man to practice on, set about teasing and tormenting him for all they were worth. During his second session with the 3rd year he came three times.

By the end of each day he fell into bed exhausted and awoke the following morning still feeling tired and dissipated. The face that stared out from his bathroom mirror looked drawn and haggard and his appetite disappeared. He wondered what was happening to him and was shocked to realise that, for the past few weeks, he had cum on average twice every day. That average was going to go up rather than down for Anne had an ambitious education programme for her charges. By the end of it, he estimated that he could be fucking every girl in the school once a week. The thought made him shudder and the realisation that it did made him profoundly depressed.

He was picking at his dinner one evening, pushing pieces of meat from a delicious stew around his plate when he realised Helen had sat down opposite.

He looked up at her indifferently. "Hello, Helen."

She said nothing for a while but studied him carefully. "You look awful," she said at last.

"A friendly greeting."

"I'm serious. You look awful."

"That's good because I feel awful."

She studied him a while longer. "Come and see me when you've finished." She left, leaving him feeling more depressed than ever.

She was waiting in her office when he arrived.

"Strip down to you underpants, please," she said by way of greeting.

"What?"

"Strip, please."

"Why?"

She gave an exasperated sigh. "Adam, you are clearly not well. I am not a qualified doctor but I do know enough to give you a proper physical check-up. Now, if you've finished with the inane questions, we'll get on with it."

"I'm sorry, Helen. I wasn't thinking straight."

He stripped as requested and sat up on the examining table. She did all the things doctors normally do when checking a patient's general health. Adam considered the mystery that was Helen as she did. He had not really had much contact with her and realised he knew very little about her. He knew she did not apparently approve of the secret activities of the school and was puzzled as why she stayed. The one time he had broached the topic he had been rebuffed. He surreptitiously examined this enigmatic woman - well spoken, intelligent, probably privately educated, had some medical training. Physically she was very attractive - tall, slender, fine-boned, elegant, high-breasted and long-legged. Her face, framed by thick dark-brown hair, was somewhat thin and her features a trifle pointed. These somehow added to her attractiveness. Her expression, though, was always serious. She rarely smiled and she carried an air of quiet disapproval.

"Right," she said at last. "You can get dressed, now."

"What's the verdict, doc? Will I live?" he joked.

"Don't call me that." Her voice was sharp.

"What? Doc? Sorry. I was only joking."

"I'm not a doctor and I don't like being referred to as one."

"I apologise. I won't do it again. What have you discovered?"

She brushed her hair off her forehead with an impatient hand. "I was, perhaps, a trifle sharp." He realised this was meant as an apology.

"Anyway, you're suffering from simple exhaustion. I'm going to give you a tonic."

"Okay."

"And I want you to start going to the fitness room. See Barbara and she'll work out a programme for you."

"I didn't know we had a fitness room."

"Oh, yes. We don't do any organised sport but the girls must stay fit somehow. Anne is quite adamant and I agree with her. Fitness is mandatory."

"Oh. Then that would..." He realised he was thinking aloud and finished the thought silently '... explain why the girls were in such good shape.' He had noticed they all seemed to be particularly well toned and honed.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just an idle thought. So I see Barbara about fitness."

"Yes. And I'll speak to Anne about reducing your, er, additional duties for a while. Oh, yes," she noticed his look, "I know about them. That's the cause of your exhaustion."

"But you don't approve of them."

"It's not my place to either approve or disapprove." Her tone was cold. "Now I'll get you that tonic."

"Thank you," he said mildly.

She returned some ten minutes later and handed him a large bottle filled with a thick green liquid.

"It doesn't look much and it tastes as bad as it looks, I'm afraid. But it will do you good so you must take is as directed." She gave him a thin smile.

"I will. And thank you for taking the time to check me over. I was afraid I might have some sort of virus."

"Not at all."

He left, clutching his bottle and with a determination to, one day, find out more about this strange, enigmatic woman.

True to her word, she spoke to Anne who reduced his workload, much to the disappointment of the girls. True to his word, he took his medicine as directed. In one thing Helen had been wrong. It didn't taste as bad as it looked - it tasted much, much worse. He also saw Barbara who showed him the fitness room and gave him an exercise regime. The fitness room was impressive with machines to exercise, seemingly every muscle in the body independently. He had always thought of himself as fairly fit, being an enthusiastic amateur football player, but after his first workout he realised he had become very out of condition. If truth be told, he would probably have abandoned the whole thing half way through if Barbara hadn't been watching with a superior smile on her face.

However the three remedies proved effective. He slept like a log and woke feeling refreshed. He began to enjoy his food and, best of all, he began to feel randy again. The old bounce returned to his step and he felt on top of the world. His recovery was noted with relief by more than a few.

"I think," said Anne to Barbara, "it's time Adam came to a meeting of the Secret Society."

"Good," Barbara leered. "Do I get to whip him again? I haven't paid him back for making me cum."

"Not this time," laughed Anne. "I want Adam to set the agenda. I want to see how inventive he is and whether he's understood our aims or is still in stud heaven. I'd be grateful if you'd give him some guidance."

"I suppose so," said Barbara regretfully. "But I still want him. He has such a nice, tight bum. It would look so good with some nice, red weals across it."

"Barbara, you're incorrigible. We'll see. Truth to tell, I rather agree with you."

Anne selected four of the 3rd year, knowing Adam seemed to have a thing for them. He was somewhat taken aback when she told him.

"But I've never organised anything like that before," he protested.

"Then it's time you started. Just remember they are still young and relatively recent recruits. Barbara will give you all the help you need."

He spent an interesting evening exploring the possibilities of the Club Room. Several ideas came to mind which he rejected as being too extreme. Eventually he came up with a plan and took it to Barbara. She basically approved and added a few suggestions of her own.

At the appointed hour, Adam was despatched to conduct the chosen girls to the Club Room. As he had instructed, they were dressed as model schoolgirls; pleated skirts, white ankle socks, black pumps, white cotton panties. The difference was that, on top, they had translucent white blouses and no bras. They looked both nervous and excited.

"Do you know what's going to happen?" he asked them.

They nodded. "You will first beat us then fuck us," said Eva in her delightful accent.

"Are you scared?"

"A little. It's not nice being beaten."

"But it's great afterwards," said Paula.

"It's what we're here for," shrugged Nikki.

He escorted them to the door and told them to enter in pairs holding hands. They stepped nervously into the Club Room and he slipped off to remove his outdoor clothes. They were greeted by the sight of Anne and Barbara dressed in traditional school-teacher's gowns. That the gowns were made of black silk and, beneath them the pair were practically naked, charged the air with erotic intent. Anne had chosen sheer black stocking and black patent shoes with 5-inch heels. Her harness bra made her large breasts jut out with uncompromising sexual intent. Barbara, a devotee of latex, had a severe, shiny black corselet which lifted her breasts high and framed her blonde bush. Black latex stiletto- heeled boots clung to her legs. Adam, as he slipped in quietly behind the girls, had a gown was matt black under which he sported nothing but a cock harness. All in all the three presented a appearance of aggressive sexuality.

In keeping with the charade, Anne harangued the girls about some fictitious misdemeanour. The four schoolgirls exchanged apprehensive looks. Whatever they had been expecting, it wasn't this. Having finished berating them, she made them remove their skirts and kneel up on a narrow bench. It was so narrow that they could only just get their knees on it. To keep their balance, the girls had to reach up and grip a rail at forehead level which forced their bottoms to stick out provocatively. Anne and Adam passed down the row and pulled down each girl's cotton panties to just below her buttocks. They stepped back to admire their handiwork - four taut schoolgirl bottoms outthrust and poised to receive whatever treatment their tormentors chose. His cock began to stir. To add to his pleasure, the bench was hard and sore on the girls' knees. They began to shift their weight from one leg to the other making their bottoms twitch and roll enticingly.

Adam and Anne stepped up behind them and ran their hands lovingly over the tense bottoms. Adam slipped his hand between their thighs to feel their twats. He was both amused and pleased that there was a distinctly damp feel to both Paula and Coral. He held his hand up for Anne so sniff.

"Such hot girls, don't you think?" she murmured.

Barbara handed the pair long, flexible canes which they swished menacingly. Anticipating what was to come, four pairs of buttocks clenched nervously. Taking their time to draw out the tension of expectation they each laid four strokes on the girls' exposed bottoms. The canes swished down with a terrifying whistle and landed on the tense flesh with a satisfying crack. The air was filled with sobs and screams and tears as ribbons of pain lanced through young teen bodies. Four pairs of buttocks became expertly decorated with twelve bright red stripes. The three adults stepped back, leaving their charges to hang, sobbing, their knees aching from the hard wooden bench and their bottoms aflame. Coral took one hand off the rail and made to rub her burning bottom. Instantly, Barbara's cane whistled down again. Coral screamed and nearly toppled from the bench. She gripped the rail tightly, practically dancing on her knees as more pain raced through her body.

Indeed all the girls were twisting and turning in vain efforts to relieve their burning bottoms. The sight made Adam's cock stand up straight.

"What a delightful sight," he murmured to Anne, sliding a hand inside her gown to fondle her firm bottom.

"Yes," she replied, wiggling her bottom under his hand. "I bet you'd like to do the same to me."

"The thought did occur," he said, squeezing her cheek forcefully.

Having enjoyed the spectacle for long enough, the girls were allowed to stand up. To prevent them from rubbing their tender bottoms or pulling up their panties, they were made to place their hands on their heads. They were then told to walk across the room to another bench. As their panties were tight about their upper thighs, they could only hobble with small, mincing steps which caused much delightful jiggling.

This new bench was a very strange affair. It had six bottom-sized indentations which ensured that the sitter was positioned correctly. This was important for, protruding from the seats were small dildos. Anne and Barbara removed the girls panties and made them sit on the bench. The dildos were inserted into their cunts. The girls protested wildly about how sore their bottoms were but their protests were ignored. Once seated, they were made to stretch out their arms, each girl linking with her neighbours and the arms were bound together. Finally, their knees were pushed wide apart and each girl was attached to her neighbour by the ankle. They stared at their tormentors apprehensively, fearful of what new mischief might be afoot.

Adam knelt down behind the bench and reached underneath. He began to push upwards. Paula, who was in the middle, let out a shout and stared down between her legs.

"Aieee, what's happening. Ohhhh," she cried.

What was happening was that the small dildo was becoming a larger one. Most of its length had been hidden below the bench and Adam was now easing it upwards, burying it deep in the teenager's cunt.

"Oh, God," cried Paula. "What are you doing."

Having dealt with Paula, Adam attended to the other three, slowly easing the dildos up into the cunts of the girls above. Soon he had the four girls sitting on the bench with their tight teen twats stuffed full of plastic cock and their legs spread wide apart for the lustful appreciation of their audience.

The shock of this intrusion initially distracted the girls from noticing that the cover of the bench was of coarse wool. Very soon, however, they became aware that their seats were not comfortable. The material scratched against their inflamed skin. It began as a tingling sensation, grew to an itch and finally became an unbearable prickly heat. They could not escape it, they could not relieve it. Their bottoms were on fire and the flames slowly spread through their whole bodies, penetrating every nerve. They cried, they squealed, they begged for mercy. They sobbed, the tears rolling down their cheeks, they screamed. They wriggled and squirmed and writhed and twisted but the more they did the worse it got.

The writhing and twisting, of course, made the dildos move around inside their cunts and the more they wriggled the more the dildos churned. To add to the experience, Barbara crossed to a small control panel and manipulated some switches. From below the bench came the whine of electric motors and the dildos began to move round and round and up and down. Very soon the pain in the girls bottoms was fighting with the waves of pleasure caused by the electric dildos in their cunts. The screams turned to moans and the begging to pleading as pain and pleasure surged through their bodies in equal measure.

Paula's eyes took on a wild and feral look. She began to work her hips frantically, oblivious to the smarting of her bottom. Her mouth hung slackly open and her breathing came in ragged pants.

"Oh. Oh, yes, Yes," she gasped

She stiffened, her head thrown back. "Aiieee," she cried. "I'm cumming. Oh. God, yessss!"

Her orgasm seem to trigger the others and, before too long, the other three also came and the cries of pain had become cries of ecstasy.

But the torment did not stop for the girls, the dildos continued to churn away inside their cunts and their sore bottoms were still being irritated by the scratchy seats. The three adults carefully unfastened the girls' blouses and pushed them back to reveal four exquisite pairs of breasts with distended nipples. Crouching down, the adults suckled on the youthful breasts, teasing the girls even more. Barbara handed out four pairs of nipple clamps, each pair joined by a silver chain. Before the girls realised what was happening, the clamps had been deftly attached to their protuberant nipples.

"Aaiiee," they cried and further ribbons of pain shot through them.

Still crouching, Adam and Anne reached out between the parted legs and sought the girls' swollen clits. Overcome by the assault of two sources of pain and two sources of pleasure the girls squirmed their way to further orgasms. At last, unable to take any more, they hung in their bonds, panting and sweating, their breasts heaving, their eyes glazed and their mouths slack.

Taking pity on them at last, the adults released their victims. They gently helped the girls to stand and guided them to a soft divan where they were made to lie on their tummies. Anne applied soothing lotion to the inflamed bottoms while Adam and Barbara sponged them down.

When they had recovered sufficiently, they were helped into a sitting position - with much wincing and 'ouches' - and given refreshing drinks.

"Oh, Miss Henderson," said Nikki at last, "that was... phew... well, I don't know... It was indescribable."

Anne smiled at her fondly. "You were all very good. Weren't they good, Mr Hazel?"

"They were, indeed, Miss Henderson. And they'll be even better soon."

"There's not more, is there?" cried Coral in alarm. "Oh, I don't think I can take any more."

"We haven't cum yet," said Adam.

"Oh," said Paula, eyeing his still erect cock. "Does that mean... ?"

"It does indeed," said Adam with a leer.

"Well, in that case..." She licked her lips.

"What are you like?" said Nikki.

"I don't know," said Coral. "I think I would like to be fucked now."

"I know I would," said Paula.

"It's not only Mr Hazel who needs satisfaction," said Anne, striking a pose with her gowns pushed aside, legs astride, hands on hips and pelvis thrust forward. "Who's first?"

"Ooh," the girls gasped.

Eva, rolled onto her knees and crawled forward. "Me, Miss Henderson, if you would like."

Anne smiled down at the French girl who knelt at her feet, her long brown hair dishevelled and falling over her face. "I would like. Off the bed, girls."

The girls stood and Anne lay down on the mattress. She spread her legs and beckoned Eva. Eagerly the young girl crawled between Anne's thighs. Anne raised her hips.