Chapter 16: Dormitory Duty

"Now that you are, shall I say, fully integrated into the school," said Anne with a smile, " I see no reason why you shouldn't take on full duties like the rest of the staff. In fact," she leered, "you might actually enjoy some of them."

"Oh," said Adam. "What duties are these?"

"Generally out-of-hours supervision and pastoral care," she said and rattled off a list of activities that required a member of staff to be present. "Oh," she added, "and dormitory duty."

"Dormitory duty?" said Adam, his ears pricking up.

"It doesn't mean that you hop into bed with the girls," Anne grinned. "No. Someone has to be available near by the girls overnight to make sure they settle down properly, enforce curfew. That sort of thing. The senior girls are supposed to help but sometimes they're worse than the juniors. Then somebody needs to be on call if there's any problems during the night. We all sleep too far away so we take turns, week about, to sleep in one of the rooms on the 3rd floor."

"What sort of problems are we talking about?"

"By and large we don't have many. The odd case of someone falling out of bed or sleepwalking or feeling sick. But one of us needs to be close at hand just in case of some serious emergency."

"I see. Well, I suppose I'd better start earning my salary."

"Fine. I'm just making up a new rota so I'll put you on first. Jacqueline will show you the ropes."

"I'm sure she will. And probably use them as well," he grinned.

"You're incorrigible," she laughed.

The dormitory 'shift' changed on Saturday so he duly dumped his overnight things in the small bedroom on Saturday evening. Jacqueline had explained the rules about curfews, lights out and so on but said they were less strictly enforced at the weekend. He was aware that his presence on the 3rd floor had raised a certain frisson of excitement so he settled in to read for an hour and let things settle down. His door was ajar so he could listen out for sounds of disturbance or problems.

There were the usual noises of people preparing for bed; doors opening and closing, toilets flushing, taps running, movement and muted conversations, but gradually the sounds died away as Greenwood school settled down for the night. He glanced at his watch - time to do his rounds. It felt very odd, walking the corridors, knowing that behind the closed doors were several dozen teenage girls, most of whom he knew, what could best be described as intimately. He was particularly aware that Felicia lay behind one of them. He was sorely tempted to sneak in and join her or invite her along to his room.

The senior girls were all quiet. But, as he did his rounds, he became aware of a commotion coming from one of the junior dormitories. The door of one of the 3rd form dorms was slightly open and girlish shrieks and yells of excitement emerged from within. He quietly pushed it wider. He needn't have bothered being quiet. The occupants would not have heard a herd of elephants. They were involved in a fully-fledged pillow fight. Shrieking and laughing they leapt around the room, jumping on and off the beds, bashing each other with pillows. Some were in their nightclothes, some still in underwear. He stood silently and watched, admiring the bouncing breasts and flashing thighs of the young, semi-clothed bodies.

Suddenly Leonie noticed him standing in the doorway.

"Oh shit," she said her face blanching. She let her pillow drop and received a wallop on the back of the head from Nikki.

Nikki, wondering why Leonie had stopped, also looked up. "Oh, no. Stop it, everyone. Stop it!" she screamed, dropping her pillow and waving her arms around.

The others all turned to see what the problem was and their faces fell. The room which a moment ago had been resounding with feminine shrieks and laughter was pin-drop silent. Adam took one step into the room and surveyed them silently, arms folded and a stern expression on his face. Beneath his calm visage, his brain was whirling. He didn't really care about the pillow fight - he'd had a few himself when he was younger - but the rules were that the girls had to be quiet. He was also trying to work out how he could take advantage of this situation. The 3rd year, he'd noticed on more than one occasion, were more than averagely attractive even for Greenwood. He had already fucked some of these girls and had been looking for another opportunity.

"Not quite the behaviour I expect from young ladies," he said mildly, fixing each of them in turn with an unsympathetic gaze. They looked away, embarrassed. He changed his expression to one of disgust and looked round the room at the mayhem of sheets, duvets, pillows and clothes. "I think you need to tidy up a bit," he said. "Now!" he barked.

Startled, the girls scurried around making the beds and picking up their belongings. Adam looked round for a suitable implement with which to inflict some punishment and spied a wooden hairbrush with a flat back and soft bristles.

"That's better," he said when some semblance of order had been restored. "Stand at the foot of your beds, feet apart and bend over. Bare bottoms, properly presented."

There was a general murmur of dismay and distress. "Oh, no," someone moaned.

Adam smiled wolfishly. "What did you expect? A pat on the head? Now, get to it."

Reluctantly the girls lined up as instructed, removing panties and pyjama bottoms, lifting up nighties, and waited tensely. Adam picked up the hairbrush and tapped it against his palm. The room was silent except for the ragged breathing of six nervous girls and the sound of the back of the hairbrush slapping against his palm. Six pert teenage bottoms stood bare and exposed to his admiring and lustful gaze. Six pairs of shapely legs trembled as their owners waited for the blows to fall. His cock began to stiffen in anticipation of the events to come.

He stepped up behind the nearest girl, Linda, and brought the flat back of the hairbrush smartly down three times on each cheek. The smack of wood on flesh sounded loud in the room. There was a collective indrawn hiss of breath and a loud howl from Linda.

"Do not move until I tell you," he commanded.

Calmly and unhurriedly, he administered six strokes to each girl. Each took the punishment according to her nature: some cried, some were silent, some merely moaned. At the end he stood back and admired the six pink bottoms, all twisting and churning delightfully as their owners tried to ease the stinging pain.

"Be still."

Desperately, they tried to remain motionless, only their buttocks tensing as the prickly heat nipped at their skin. Starting at the other end, with Paula, he turned the hairbrush bristles upwards and swiped them over the outer lips of her labia several times. Paula let out a small cry, of surprise as much as of pain. Rapidly, he applied the same treatment to the other girls and was rewarded with cries of surprise and distress. At first the girls wondered what he was doing. He hadn't hit them and the bristles weren't that hard but, after a few seconds, they got the point. The sensitive skin of their labias awoke and began to generate a burning itch in protest at this treatment. "Oooh's" and "Aaah's" of discomfort filled the room. Adam had, again, to remind them sharply to be still.

He waited for a few moments until he sensed that the treatment was having its maximum effect, then he spanked them again - this time with the bristles, making sure the sharp ends dug sharply into their already sensitive skin. Then, without pausing he went round again and delivered six final blows with the flat wooden back of the brush.

The full wickedness of the punishment soon became clear to the girls. Their bottoms throbbed and burned. The tiny pinpricks where the bristles had landed, each in itself a mere point, collectively sent a thousand rivulets of pain through their bodies. The subsequent spanking intensified these so they felt long ribbons of fire explode from their cheeks. Their skin became super-sensitive, magnifying the light scores across their labias into an itchy, prickly heat. Their moans and cries of discomfort were music to Adam's ears and, even sweeter to him, was the delicate, musky aroma of young girls in heat. He smiled to himself in satisfaction. Stepping round the group once more, he gave each girl a quick feel between her spread thighs. His fingers cam away damp.

"Right," he called, clapping his. "Strip off and line up three on either side of Leonie's bed. Leonie in the middle at on side, Coral in the middle at the other. Quickly now."

Uneasy about what devilry he was planning now, but unwilling to further risk his wrath, the girls quickly removed pyjama tops, nighties, t-shirts and bras and lined up as instructed. The looks they exchanged were priceless.

"Okay, move apart and spread your legs, feet touching. Now lean forward, support the person opposite and rest your head on her shoulder."

Uncomprehendingly, the girls obeyed. They bent across the bed, resting their heads against the shoulder opposite and clasping each other's arms. When he was certain they could not see him, he quietly removed his trousers and underpants. His cock leapt out eagerly, as if sniffing out a likely target.

"Now if any one of you so much as twitches, you'll all get ten strokes with the cane. Is that understood?"

There was a chorus of muffled, yes sirs.

He was fully intending to fuck as many of them as he could but his cruel intention was to raise them to fever pitch then leave them unsatisfied. He rather wished he could plant a video camera to see what would happen after he left.

He dropped to his knees behind the first girl, Linda, pulled her bottom cheeks apart to expose her more and clamped his mouth onto her cunt. Linda cried out in surprise at this unexpected assault and jerked forward almost causing equally startled her partner, Nikki, to lose her grip. He knew none of them could see what was happening but were desperate to know what he had done to Linda to make her cry out. He also knew they didn't dare move a muscle.

He sucked Linda's swollen cunt lips into his mouth and nibbled on them gently. A shudder ran through her body and she let out a sobbing moan. He worked his tongue between her lips and licked up and down her long slit. She tasted delicious: sweet and salty and musky all at the same time. He licked round and round, both inside and outside her lips. The girl began to twitch and push herself back against his face, trying to open herself to him. He gave an inward smile of satisfaction - Linda was heating up very nicely as he had been sure she would. He ran his fingers up and down the backs of her thighs, lightly scoring the soft skin with his fingernails. She was panting and moaning - low, animal noises from deep in her throat. She was grinding her cunt against his face, bracing herself against Nikki who was hard pressed to keep her position. From Linda's behaviour, t was clear to the rest of the girls that he was pleasuring her in some way, though in what way they couldn't tell. All around teenage cunts started to heat up in anticipation that their turn would come soon.

Abruptly he pulled away from Linda and sat back on his heels. The young girl gave a wail of despair and wriggled her bottom frantically in an attempt to induce him to return. She was close to cumming. If only he would lick her just a few minutes more.

His face was sticky with her juices and, not having a handkerchief to hand, he used the edge of a sheet. Still on his knees he shuffled along past Leonie to Paula. Paula had such a delightfully small tight bottom that seemed almost to be an extension to her legs, and her cunt, with its covering of soft, dark hair, hung like a ripe peach between her thighs. Her outer lips were slightly parted revealing the delicate pink folds of her inner labia.

Prising her thighs apart, he buried his face between them and glued his mouth to her cunt. Like Linda, her response was strong and immediate - a cry of surprise and an instinctive attempt to close her thighs. When she realised what was happening, she relaxed and dipped her back to give his probing tongue easier access. He licked up and down her slit then probed deeper searching for her clitoris. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it, causing it to swell and stiffen. Then he probed deeper finding her vagina and pushed his tongue in and out. The girl began to pant and moan. She worked her hips, fucking herself on his jabbing tongue. Just when he sensed she was on the point of cumming, he stopped. Paula let out a dry of frustration at the abrupt end of her pleasuring.