Chapter 22: Fun with Toys

After the traumas, and successes, of Open Day life became very hectic. The annual ordeal that was known as Exams was fast approaching. The school took exams extremely seriously so both staff and pupils were extremely busy with study and revision. Girls might leave Greenwood well versed in the erotic arts but it was exam results that persuaded parents to part with hard-earned cash (or not, in some cases) to pay the hefty fees the school charged. The activity was not confined to academic subjects. Anne had something special planned for the annual prize-giving and she was insistent that the girls completed her sexual curriculum. Adam was kept very busy both in and out of the classroom and was grateful for Helen's tonic.

Exam time approached and the school became almost monastic. The exam timetable was posted on the noticeboards and attracted huddled groups of girls bemoaning one unfair juxtaposition or another. Girls disappeared into study rooms and dormitories immediately after class and only emerged for dinner. Teachers coached students, both individually and in small groups, on areas in which they were weak. Anne fretted and tried to stay out of everybody's way.

During the exam period itself, things were almost funereal. Notices stating 'Quiet Please. Exam in Progress' appeared on doors everywhere. Everybody wore worried frowns in place of the usual smiles, tiptoed down corridors where previously they would have clattered, whispered when they would have shouted. Adam was very impressed. The whole school, from youngest to oldest was taking this examination business very seriously indeed - more seriously than he was accustomed to and far more seriously than he would have believed given the other activities in the school.

At last it was over. The final exam papers had been completed, collected and despatched to the markers. A collective sigh of relief swept through the school. As a treat, Anne organised a party for the girls to which the teachers were not invited. Although it was expected, indeed almost a tradition, the news was greeted with manic glee. It was obvious that Anne had been planning this for some time for, with frightening precision, the dining hall was emptied, caterers arrived and departed and a couple of well-known local DJs arrived with about a ton of equipment.

Adam was somewhat concerned about the number of young men who, it seemed, were necessary to assist the DJs.

"These DJs seem to need an awful lot of people to help them," he commented to Anne.

"Well, it is a very prestigious gig, I believe," she relied, trying to suppress a smile.

"Yes, but there'll be an awful lot of young men with the girls and no teachers to supervise."

"Oh, I shouldn't worry about it."

"Yes, but..."

"So what is your problem?"

"I don't know. It's just that..." He shifted uncomfortably.

"Adam Hazel," she exclaimed in mock surprise. "I do believe you are jealous."

"Of course I'm not jealous." His response was too quick and sharp to be convincing.

Anne laughed. "You are jealous. You don't want competition in your private harem."

He sighed. "I suppose you're right, to an extent," he admitted sheepishly. "I've grown so used to them, er, being around that I confess I do rather think of them as mine." He sighed again. "They're not, I know, but I've grown very fond of them."

She looked at him fondly. "That's why you're such a good teacher. You care for your students as people." She laughed. "It's the young men you should feel sorry for. There'll be forty horny girls in that hall tonight all desperate to let off steam. And with the training we've given them in the past year, I don't think the lads will know what hit them."

He smiled at the thought. "I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall."

She punched him lightly on the arm. "You'd never settle for just being a fly."

He laughed, ruefully. "You see right through me."

The staff gathered for their own, more sedate celebration in Anne's apartment and watched from the windows as the girls trooped over to the dining hall in groups of four or five, dressed to the nines and teetering on high heels.

They sat around and made small talk, glasses of good wine in their hands. They scoffed canapés and finger food and listened to the throbbing beat of drums and bass carried on the still evening air from the dining hall. 'A couple of years ago, ' Adam thought rather sadly, 'I would have preferred to have been there than here.' He pictured the sweaty heat of the clubs he knew: the music so loud it hit you in the chest like a physical blow, the conversations held by shouting directly into someone's ear, the beer drunk directly from the bottle, and realised he didn't miss it at all.

"Why so sad?" asked Jacqueline, materialising at his elbow.

"I think I'm getting old."

She laughed. "You're just suffering from post-exam blues."

"There's no such thing."

"There is and you've got 'em."

"I never have before."

"Be honest. When did you ever really care how your students did?"

He looked at her with surprise, remembering his earlier conversation with Anne.

"Perhaps you're right," he said with a smile.

"Of course I'm right," she said smugly. "Why do you think we're all sitting around here like we're at a funeral?"

The girls' party wound down around 1am. They streamed from the hall, laughing and giggling as they made their rather unsteady way back to the dorms. Although there was supposed to have been no alcohol, Adam was sure that the girls would have been just as determined to get hold of some as he had been at their age.

He and Anne went down to make sure there was no significant damage and pay the DJs. As she had predicted, they were walking decidedly gingerly.

"Good gig?" she asked one of them.

A grin spilt the young man's face from ear to ear. "Too right. The best. Whoo-hoo. I'd almost do this one for free."

"In that case..." said Anne, withdrawing the wad of notes she'd been about to hand over.

"Hey, man," the DJ protested. "I said 'almost'."

With a grin she handed him his pay. "We'll see you again next year."

"You betcha. I'd come out of retirement to do this one."

She chuckled. "You're wife wouldn't let you."

The DJ laughed. "You're prob'ly right." He paused and squinted at her. "Know what, you're cool."

He staggered away to supervise the loading of his gear.

"Thank you - I think," she said to his retreating back. =+=+=+=+=+=

After a rather subdued weekend the school returned pretty much to normal. Anne's wisdom in giving the girls their head at the party was clear. They settled back into the rhythm of the classroom almost immediately. But Adam was aware of a subtle change in a number of them, particularly the older girls. They acted with a greater degree of self-confidence, almost a swagger. Their experiences with the DJs had shown them that they were very desirable young women, knowledgeable beyond their years and well able to handle less experienced young men.

A couple of days later Anne said to him out of blue, "Lets have some fun, tonight."

"Oh? What sort of fun?"

She gave a wicked grin. "I thought we could play with some girls. You like playing with girls, don't you?"

"That depends on the girls - and the games," he grinned back.

"I think you'll like both."

"Knowing you're evil mind, I'm sure I shall."

"Are you insinuating I have a dirty mind?" she asked in mock indignation.

"No, I'm not insinuating anything. I'm stating it as a known fact," he said, keeping a straight face.

"Well, that's all right, then. I'll see you after tea."

"It's a date."

When Adam arrived at Anne's apartment, only she was present.

"I thought you were inviting guests," he said. He heard giggles from an adjoining room. "Oh, I see you have."

Anne patted his cheek. "Make yourself at home. I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable."

"Comfortable for what?" he said patting her bottom.

She leered at him over her shoulder as she went off towards her bedroom. "You'll see. By the way, I think you should change, too. You find some things in my office."

The 'things' turned out to be a short electric-blue silk kimono with a red, orange and green fire-breathing dragon embroidered on it. He stepped into the ante-room to admire himself in the mirror. 'Not bad, ' he thought. 'It makes you look quite dashing.' He settled himself on a settee thinking that he was probably in for an interesting and eventful evening.

Six girls, two each from the 3rd, 4th and 5th years, came in, giggling and laughing excitedly. They were dressed in translucent baby-doll nighties trimmed with lace, and tiny thongs that only just cupped their vulvas. They knew full well they were in for some spanking and sex and, after the enforced abstinence of the exam period, were eagerly anticipating it. They strutted around the room posing and preening. Although Adam knew them well, there was something about the parade of half-concealed breasts and hidden pubic mounds that was more erotic than if they had all been naked.

"A pyjama party," giggled Nikki as Anne appeared in a long black, fur-trimmed gown of the finest net that swept the floor.

"A naughty one, I hope," said Miranda. She had acquired her nickname of 'Randy' for obvious reasons.

Anne smiled at their eagerness. "Indeed. A naughty pyjama party."

Paula looked round and seemed to be thinking. "It's a bit unfair, Miss," she pouted. "There's six of us and you, Miss, and only Mr Hazel."

"And why is that unfair? I don't think Mr Hazel's complaining," said Anne.

Paula blushed. "It means we wont all... you know," she said.

"Won't all what?" said Anne, grinning broadly.

"You know... get fucked."

Anne turned to Adam. "Well, Mr Hazel, do you think you'll manage to fuck all six of them, and me, of course?"

"Well... I, er..." Adam spluttered. "I might manage to fuck all of you but I doubt I could, er, cum that many times."

"And how many times do you think you can cum?"

The girls hid giggles as Adam flushed. "I really don't know, Miss Henderson," he said with as much dignity as possible. "Twice, perhaps. Maybe three times."

"Such a pity. Poor Mr Hazel doesn't seem to have the stamina he used to." She sighted so theatrically that the girls giggled openly and even Adam had to smile. "In that case, we'll just have to save his cum as a special treat - a prize to be awarded to the best girls."

"Best at what, Miss?" asked Zoë.

"I don't know. I'll think of something," said Anne airily. "You'll all have to excel at everything, just in case."

This was greeted with good-natured disapproval.

"We'll start with a little warm-up session," Anne continued. "But, as a special treat, you will warm each other up. And, as an extra special treat, Mr Hazel and I will join in." Adam felt a stirring in his groin, the idea of four simultaneous spanking sessions rather appealed.

Anne paired the girls off. After some discussion, they agreed who was to go first and one girl of each pair knelt up on the large settee hands resting on the back. The nighties were so short that, in this position three delectable bottoms were artistically displayed, the small triangle of gauze between their thighs providing and erotic contrast with the bare skin. (Nikki, Alison, Zoë)

"Miss?" said Miranda, tentatively. "Could we ask a favour? Could we do it where we can see you and Mr Hazel, please?"

Anne's initially cross expression changed to a sly smile as she considered the idea. "I don't see why not. Do you have any objections, Mr Hazel?"

"No, none at all." For some strange reason the thought of the six nubile teenagers watching him getting whipped turned him on.

They turned the settee around. Adam volunteered to go first. He knew that he would be quite worked up by the time Anne was finished and therefore likely to get carried away and spank her much harder than she had him. He slipped off his kimono and knelt up on an armchair positioned where the girls could see. He turned his head to see two fair heads and one dark looking at him over the top of the settee with eager expressions on their faces.

Anne handed out whips with short-handles and multiple strands of suede leather. Adam braced himself for the first lash. He noticed the girls on the settee were doing the same. The whip came whistling down and met his tensed buttocks. He was aware of the strands landing without being unduly concerned - then the pain hit and he sucked a deep, hissing breath through clenched teeth. Anne, a past master at this game waited until his nerves had settled down before she delivered the next blow. He clenched his buttocks tightly as the rivulets of pain arced through his body.

To distract himself, he turned his attention back to the settee. Anne's blow had galvanised the girls into action. Paula, Gabrielle and Miranda were raining blows down upon their unfortunate companions. The three faces were still watching him from over the back of the settee but now they held expressions of pain and the hands gripping the top were white knuckled.

As the whipping progressed, the sharp pain in Adam's bottom turned to a throbbing heat that was so intense it was almost pleasurable. His cock began to stiffen. The sounds of leather smacking on flesh, the small cries and whimpers from the girls crouched on the settee and the sight of three sets of breasts, bouncing and jiggling under the see-through nighties served to increase his excitement. From the expressions of the watching trio, his reaction had not gone unnoticed.

Anne continued to whip him until he felt his whole bottom was on fire. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly, his skin was sheened in sweat, his breath came in ragged pants through clenched teeth, his cock was so hard it was almost painful. Anne certainly knew how to administer a whipping and he determined to give her as good as she had given when their positions were reversed.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, the whipping stopped. With a groan, he stood and straightened. It was all he could do to prevent himself from rubbing his stinging bottom and contented himself with clenching his buttocks to relieve the pain. All his muscles felt stiff. He grinned ruefully at Anne, who smirked back. The girls, less inhibited than Adam, perhaps, openly clutched their sore bottoms.

"Did you have to whip me quite so hard?" Zoë complained to Miranda, twisting round and trying to see if her bottom was badly marked.

"I knew you'd be vicious with me so I got mine in first," Miranda smiled sweetly.

"You are a cow sometimes, Randy."

"But you love it really, don't you? A hot spanking really gets you going."

"Sad but true. I'm wet already."

And it was true, there were definite signs of dampness on all six of the tiny translucent triangles as well as six pairs of stiff nipples poking at the thin nighties.

"I think we should all give our partners a kiss and thank them for such a nice spanking," Adam said on impulse.

He turned, pulled Anne into his arms and kissed her soundly. Out of the corner of his eye he was pleased to see that his example was being followed. Anne, of course, was not content to let it go at a simple kiss and it was some time before he emerged. The girls were still engaged, breasts and bellies pressed tightly together. Anne and Adam stood close together, Adam fondling Anne's bottom as they watched the delightful scene.

"I think we've trained them well," Anne murmured.

"Indeed. And you'll find out how well I've been trained when I whip this beautiful bottom," he murmured in reply, giving a cheek a firm squeeze.

"I can hardly wait," she whispered, flexing her buttocks under his hand. "Right, girls. Time to change over."

Paula, Gabrielle and Miranda clambered eagerly onto the settee and stuck out their bottoms. Nikki, Alison and Zoë took up the whips just as eagerly. The pain in their bottoms had muted to a throbbing, insistent, sexual heat.

Anne undid the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. Like the girls, she had nothing on underneath except a tiny thong which barely cupped her sex. Her magnificent breasts swung free, the nipples already engorged. No matter how many times Adam saw them, the sight made him catch his breath and his cock stir. With a lewd smile over her shoulder, she knelt up on the armchair and dipped her back, offering her bottom for his attentions. Carefully, almost ritually, he pulled aside her robe to reveal her beautiful bottom. He caressed the smooth, taut skin of her cheeks and slipped his hand between her thighs to fondle the damp material of her panties. His cock stiffened even more. From the settee, six pairs of shining eyes watched the performance.

He raised the whip and brought the strands whistling down upon Anne's taut bottom with a sharp crack. Seven breaths hissed through clenched teeth as the girls watched, with sympathetic fascination, their headmistress being whipped. He raised the whip again and cracked it down on Anne's up-thrust cheeks. She clenched them tightly.

"That's just about the hottest thing I've seen," murmured Miranda.

The girls with the whips suddenly remembered what they were supposed to be doing and the room was once more filled with the crack of whips on taut bottoms and the cries and moans of girls in pleasurable pain.

Adam was able to take in more of the scene this time. He took his time, waiting for several seconds between blows. He knew that a long wait between strikes maximised the effect, giving time for the initial stinging to subside and for the victim to anticipate the next blow.

He alternated his attention between Anne, whose bottom was flexing erotically, and the girls. Gabrielle had her eyes closed and winced and jerked every time the strands kissed her round bottom. Miranda's eyes were wide open but she saw nothing, her entire concentration focussed on the whip, a trickle of saliva dribbling from the side of her mouth. Paula gazed fixedly at Anne and Adam. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the settee. Little animal moans escaped from her throat.

The girls with the whips were an enticing sight too. Their translucent material of their short nighties swirled around their hips and their breasts bounced elastically. Adam was entranced. He plied his whip enthusiastically, his rigid cock jumping about erratically, until Anne's bottom was dark pink and glowing. Her buttocks flexed, her hips rolled and her breath hissed through her teeth. He decided she had had enough and he had better stop before he caused her real damage.

He cast the whip aside and helped her to her feet. A red flush suffused her face and torso and her nipples stood out like large pale cherries. Her eyes were hooded and filled with lust. She stepped into his arms and kissed him hotly.

"You are a bastard, you know," she murmured, "but I love you anyway."

"No more than I love you," he murmured back.

They glanced round to see that the girls had followed their example and were locked in passionate embraces.

She glanced down to where his painfully stiff prick was trapped between them. "I think you need a fuck," she said. She clapped her hands. "Girls, Mr Hazel needs to fuck one of you."

"Me." "No, me." "Please, me." Came the eager chorus.

Anne smiled. "Such enthusiasm! Alison, Zoë, Nikki, up on the settee."

Without argument, the three hopped up on the settee and presented their bottoms for her inspection. She dropped to her knees behind Nikki, stuck her face between the girls thighs and licked the girl's sopping cunt. Nikki squealed.

"Yes, I think you're ready," she said, shuffling along to Zoë and gave her cunt a good licking. Zoë moaned with pleasure. After she had done the same for Alison, she repeated the exercise with the other three girls.

"Hmm, yes," she grinned, licking her lips. "I think we've got six girls all ready to receive you, Mr Hazel. But who shall we choose?"

"I have an suggestion," said Adam. "I'll do each in turn. You will try to make me cum. If I make you cum, I'll move on to the next. How does that sound?"

Anne's smile broadened. "A cunning plan, Mr Hazel. Who should be first?"

"Me," said Miranda. "I'll make him cum straight away." She looked at Adam from lowered lashes and licked her lips suggestively.

"In which case you should be last," Nikki argued.

"You're such a cum slut, Randy," said Zoë.

"At least he won't get lost in me," retorted Miranda with some heat.