Chapter 7: Anne's Confession

The alarm clock summonsed him next morning from a deep but troubled sleep. Blearily he switched it off and discovered he was still dressed. Panic hit him. What had happened? Why was he dressed? And them the memories of the previous night came flooding back along with physical sensation. His arse ached. His bottom ached. His cock ached. His head ached. In fact, he ached all over. 'And no wonder, ' he thought wryly. 'That was quite a beating you took yesterday.' Not only did he ache but he stunk of sweat and cum and sex.

He was about to pull himself reluctantly from the bed when the phone rang. It was Anne sounding depressingly cheerful. He flushed at the sound of her voice remembering what she had done to him last night.

"Have I woken you? No? Good. Listen, you're reporting in sick today." He started to protest. "No arguments. Stay in bed and I'll be over about 9." She hung up.

As he was now up, he decided to shower and shave. He didn't want to face Anne in the state he was in. The shower only made him feel marginally better. He shuddered at the face that regarded him from the mirror and decided that Anne was right; he really was not fit for classes this morning.

He made himself some coffee and went back to bed. As he lay there he tried to make sense of what was happening to him. A month ago he had been a steady, sober physics teacher with many years ahead of him; possibly promotion; possibly, even, Head of Department. But now? In the last 24 hours he had whipped a pupil, fucked the Headmistress, been whipped, been buggered by the Headmistress, had oral sex with a number of women and fucked an unseen, unknown woman. He felt battered and bruised both physically and emotionally. And yet - he didn't feel revolted by what had happened. Logic told him he should quit immediately - get away from this weird place before he was sucked into something from which there was no escape. But he knew he was caught - that there was something deep and dark in his psyche that wanted this - welcomed it. Whatever it was and wherever it led, he knew he would follow. He suddenly remembered his parting words last night. A gallant gesture at the time but, he now understood, he meant every one of them.

His meanderings were interrupted by Anne, entering his flat. She looked beautiful this morning if a charcoal grey suit with a short skirt, cream blouse, sheer black stockings and suede court shoes that matched her suit. Her hair was pulled up in an elaborate blonde swirl and silver earrings dangled from her delicate ears.

He let out a low whistle. "You look stunning. How do you do it?"

"Trade secret," she smiled. "Actually, I haven't been to bed at all."

"I'm even more impressed, then. By the way, how did you get in just now?"

Anne looked flustered. "You're door must have been open." He looked at her without comment and she had the grace to blush and look away. "All right. I've got a master key."

He grinned. "Just so long as I know."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at him soberly with concern. "I wanted to talk to you about last night... You're still speaking to me and you seem in a good mood, so I'm going to assume that at least you weren't offended by your treatment?" She seemed hesitant - almost shy.

He looked away then back to meet her anxious gaze steadily. He could feel himself drowning in those huge, blue eyes and felt, at this moment, he would do anything for this beautiful woman.

"I thought about it. Since you called - I thought about it," he began. "I should be, shouldn't I?" He gave a wry smile. "After all, I've just been through a number of perverse and rather painful experiences. But I'm not. I'm not offended, or disgusted or upset. Rather the reverse, in fact. Despite being hurt and humiliated, something deep inside me enjoyed it. I felt - oh, I don't know... I felt excited and aroused and overwhelmed and elated, potent and out if control and..." he shrugged. "If you want me to do it again, I would be more than willing."

As he had been speaking, the worried look gradually faded from Anne's face and now she heaved a large sigh of relief and smiled. "I really am glad." She leaned over, took his head in her hands and kissed him - kissed him lightly, her lips just brushing his. Her tongue emerged and began to lick around his lips, interspersed with, light, feathery kisses. Gradually she placed her lips more firmly on his, running her tongue between his lips and probing between his teeth. It was the sexiest kiss he had ever received and he felt his blood begin to pump and his face flush. He opened his mouth and kissed her back, pushing his tongue against hers as their kiss grew hotter. She held his face tightly and pulled it deeper into the kiss while he circled an arm round her neck and held her tightly.

When at last they parted, she looked down at him with glowing eyes.

He sought her hands and held them tightly. "Whatever happens form now on in," he said, losing himself in her eyes again, "I want to thank you, Anne, for the joy you've given me till now."

She flushed and looked away, a strange expression flitting across her face. "Don't be silly. Anyway, the fun's just beginning." She looked back and her normal vivacious self was back. She glanced at her watch. "Now, I really must tell you about last night and what it means.

"Last night was a sort of trial - and an initiation ceremony. We've never initiated a man before and it was a sort of experiment, too."

"I sort of guessed that," he said. "At least the trial and the initiation ceremony. But it certainly didn't feel like an experiment."

"Good. We were a bit worried." She paused.

"But what was I on trial for? Into what have I been initiated?"

"Sorry. Last night you were tried to see if you were suitable to be a full member of the Society - and I'm overjoyed to tell you you passed with flying colours. You are hereby, as of this minute, a fully fledged member of the staff of Greenwood Academy for Girls, permitted all its rights and privileges and subject to all its rules and restraints."

Adam was completely bewildered.

"But, Anne," he complained, "I'm a teacher. You interviewed me and gave me a job. What is going on?"

Anne had the grace to look slightly sheepish. "I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest with you up to now. No." she touched his lips with her finger to stem his angry retort. "Please bear with me. I haven't lied to you or distorted the truth. It's more like I haven't quite told you everything. Look, why don't you get dressed and come over to my apartment. I promise I'll tell you everything. For me? Please?" she added, seeing the look on his face.

He gazed into those eyes and, inevitably, agreed.

Anne answered his knock and led him down a short, luxuriously carpeted hallway dominated by a vast, gilt mirror over an ornate sideboard and a heavy, crystal chandelier, and opened a door at the end. He followed her inside and stood, amazed. Here was a sitting room to end all sitting rooms. It was at least 30 feet long and 20 wide with two sets of tall windows filling one of the shorter walls. A large, marble fireplace in which, he was amused to see, was a fake coal fire powered by gas dominated one of the longer walls. By the windows was an antique table with four high-backed chairs. There were three large settees; one brown leather and two brocaded, and three leather, overstuffed armchairs. On the floor was a collection of old and valuable-looking Indian rugs. There was also a sideboard, bookcase, drinks cupboard, a couple of drum tables, several low coffee tables and, incongruously, a large video unit. Sunlight streamed through the windows.

He gave a low whistle. "Quite a place."

She laughed. "It's a bit much just for one person but it does have its uses. Coffee?"

He stood, gazing unseeingly out over the trees and the rolling hills beyond while Anne clattered about domestically in the kitchen and the aroma of fresh coffee wafted through the apartment. He was adrift on an unknown sea. All the certainties of his old life seemed to be crumbling one by one.

His reverie was interrupted by Anne's return.

"Here," she said. "Come and sit by me and I'll confess all."

She was silent for a long moment, obviously getting her thoughts in order. "This will be a bit roundabout," she said at last. "Please bear with me until I finish." He nodded. "Okay, to state the obvious, this is an all-girl school - a self-contained world of nearly fifty adolescent girls and adults. It can be a bit of an emotional hot-house at times. Adolescent girls are developing sexually and are emotionally unstable. Deep passions often bubble just under the surface. For a while things can roll along smoothly and then, for some trivial reason, can blow up in the most surprising ways.

"You may remember at the interview I asked you your views on lesbian relationships?" Adam nodded. "And you've experienced - first hand, so to speak..." She grinned. "... our policy on corporal punishment. All these things inevitably lead to sexual relationships between the girls and, although we don't openly encourage it, between the girls and the teachers. The girls are, after all, all exceedingly attractive - it's one of the unwritten entrance requirements."

She paused for a moment and looked at him very seriously.

"Now, I have a confession to make and if I've misjudged you, my whole career will be ruined. In fact I'll be lucky not to go to jail. Can I really trust you?"

He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers reverentially. "Anne, I don't know why, but you can trust me with your life." He laughed self-consciously. "Besides, you've got me so intrigued you just have to tell me, now."

"Two things you need to know about me," she said. "First off, I'm bi- sexual. Oh, I love men - their smell, their hard bodies, the feel of a thick, hard cock penetrating me. But I also love women - in particular young girls. I love their freshness, their eagerness. I love teaching them the arts of love, of opening them to the joys of sex.

"More than that, I enjoy dominating them. Coming here with its regime of corporal punishment was a gift I couldn't refuse. The sight of a young girl, all trembling with apprehension, and restrained and helpless really turns me on. The sound of the whip or the cane whistling through the air and the sound of it smacking on taut, young flesh gives me such a thrill. And the sight of these beautiful young bottoms turning pink and then red: and the sighs and cries of supplication... Well, I can hardly contain myself - and, to be honest, I don't. Does that shock you?"

As she spoke, Anne's eyes glowed and her voice had become husky with passion. The vision she was painting was causing Adam's cock to stiffen.

He nodded. "That explains some things and, no, I'm not shocked. Somehow it seems to fit you, if that makes any sense. And it's more than a little exciting, too. But what has that... ?"

"Patience, dear," she interrupted.

"When I came hear three years ago, I was lucky to get the job. I had got into a spot of bother, shall we say, at my previous post. I was caught with one of the pupils - a delightful little minx - who, unfortunately had a loose tongue. It wasn't just that we were found at my house, it was the fact that she was chained, naked, to my bedroom wall with whip marks on her bottom that really sealed my fate. At least the little slut had the decency not to press charges, although everybody else did. But she refused to give evidence, so I escaped. But my career in public education was over. Then I heard about this place and, after some very careful research, decided it would be an ideal hideaway. Fortunately the Board of Governors is made up of doddery, dirty old men who hadn't heard about my troubles and were more impressed by my short skirt and low blouse than my past.

"At first that's all it was - a hideaway. And I was very good and controlled myself. But gradually I became aware that there was something funny going on. Well, to cut a long story short, I discovered that two members of staff were having an affair and that it was a dominant/submissive one. What's more, several of the girls were involved from time to time in their activities. It was all very ad hoc and clandestine. But it got me excited and started me thinking.

"As I said, the Board of Governors are a bunch of dirty old men. You should see them when they visit the school on their occasional inspections - they practically drool all over their club ties. Merely the sight of schoolgirls seemed to send them completely gaga. But they had connections with some very rich and powerful people. So I made some enquiries. I found what I had expected and my thoughts gradually became plans.

"When everything was ready, I confronted the pair. At first they denied everything and then refused to give me any details. Eventually I convinced them I was on the level and they gave me the low-down on the staff and pupils. Over the next months, I got rid of a number of girls, quietly disposed of certain members of staff and recruited people who had the same sort of ideas as I had. Oh, no!" she laughed, seeing his shocked look. "I managed to convince them that their careers would be better served elsewhere - I even helped them find other schools or jobs.

"Part of the deal was money. I return for what I was offering, I insisted that the school was completely refurbished and all the necessary facilities were included. So far things have gone exactly as I planned." She paused.

"You're going to think me very dense, but I don't understand. Yes, I could see that a lot of money has been spent here and I heard what you said about lesbians and dominants - but I don't understand."

She smiled indulgently. "You will, dear. Well, here we have a school run and staffed mainly by a group of bi-sexual dominants which is funded, very discreetly and privately, I have to say, by some powerful and dominant men - and I mean dominant the same as me. They enjoy having power over women, especially young girls."

She could see, by his expression, that Adam still had not cottoned on. "And I thought you were a perceptive man," she sighed in mock exasperation. "What I'm saying is that there are two parts to Greenwood Academy. The visible part is the, I must say, highly successful academic institution you've been aware of up till now. We offer a first class education and our exam results have improved every year I've been here," she spoke with some pride, "But behind that front there's another Greenwood Academy - a secret society into which you've just been initiated. This Greenwood Academy, the one that generates all the money, produces sex slaves."

He sat bolt upright. "Sex slaves? The girls? The pupils? ALL of them? My, God! But how... ? But what... ? But what about their parents? How do you keep it a secret?"

She put a finger on his lips and gently pushed him back. "Hush, my love. There's no need to panic. After all, we're still here, aren't we?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so. I'm sorry. Yes, you're right. It's just such an astounding idea. Like something out of the Arabian Nights. You must have everything bloody well organised!"

She smiled - smirked, even. "Yes I have. Listen. Yes, all the girls are eventually included, although there are two 'circles'. When a girl starts here, we watch her very closely. There are signs, if you know what you're looking for. When we see those signs, we gradually indoctrinate her. Often she'll be seduced by one of the older girls to start with. If she shows no, er, promise, we quietly suggest to her parents that she would be better off elsewhere. However, I choose them carefully and I've rarely been wrong. At first she'll be initiated into the outer circle and her training will take place in parallel with her normal schoolwork. She'll learn about her body and her sexuality. She'll learn how to make love - to give and receive pleasure. She'll learn about all aspects of sex - heterosexual, lesbian, S&M, and so on. Every girl leaves here with a first class education and full training in the arts of sex. Actually I'm not sure the term 'sex slaves' is the right description - sex toys would perhaps be better. Anyway the label doesn't matter - our girls are trained in sex; to take it to give it any time anywhere - and, most important, to enjoy all forms of sex; but especially submissive sex.

"As the girls learn in the Outer Circle, we watch them closely. Those who show special aptitude are inducted into the Inner Circle. Just under half the girls are Inner Circle. The Inner Circle is where it really happens. Here we can let our hair down, so to speak; let our imaginations run wild. The Inner Circle are the real sex toys. They just love sex in any form - just like us. They'll do anything and everything.

"As to how we manage to keep it a secret - well, it's the parents who pay for all this." She waved her arm around. "It's in everybody's interest that nothing ever leaks out. A lot of important people could get hurt. I can assure you that we select our girls, and our staff, very carefully and very discreetly.

"This is fantastic. I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. But... where do I fit in?"

"Ah. Good question. Two reasons. Most of us are bi-sexual rather than out-and-out lesbian and, to be honest, we wanted a man for variety." She held up a hand to stem my protest. "I know. It's not very flattering to you. But hear me out. That was one of my motivations. The other, and more important, is that you can't train a girl as a sex toy unless she knows about men. How can she please a man in all ways if she's never been near one before.

"So I recruited you. And very glad I am, too. Oh, I don't know what I expected but I didn't expect someone so... so adaptable as you. You have a dominant streak in you, I can see it even if you can't, but you also have a submissive one, too. That's perfect. More that that, though, you're a nice person - kind and considerate. Everyone likes you, even Barbara, although she's a bit jealous that Evaline wants to fuck you."

"I take it that Barbara's the out-and-out lesbian?"

"Yes. And Evaline's her submissive lover."

"So they were the two who were having an affair when you arrived?"

"Yes."

"And the others?"

"They're bi - just like me."

"Oh, no, they're not just like you. They're all very attractive in their different ways but they're not like you. You're different - special - unique."

She blushed and looked away. "You shouldn't say that."

"Oh, but I should. Only an exceptional person could have set all this up. What's more, I'm more than half-way in love with you, you know."

She grasped his hand and pulled it to her bosom. He was acutely aware the feeling of her prodigious breasts which strained against the sleek material of her blouse. "See. That's exactly want I mean. I knew you'd be perfect. Now, are you with me?"

"Let me get this straight. You want me to be a sort of sexual tackle- dummy for a bunch of inexperienced adolescent nymphomaniacs," he said, jokingly, but his head was already swimming with half-formed notions of what she really meant.

"No, dummy. I want you to be a mentor - to show the girls what it takes to please a man. How to touch him. How to arouse him. How to satisfy him - both mentally and physically. In short - to be what you were trained to be - a teacher."

"And what about the maths and physics?"

"That, too. After all we are a school - and while some men - and women, come to that - are content with a 'dumb blonde', the true sex slave knows how to please her master or mistress in every way. After all, they won't be young forever. The houris of Arabia were well educated young women and the Kama Sutra mentions mental and artistic skills almost as much as it does sex."

Inside his pants his cock was swelling as visions of the infinite possibilities of 40 nubile schoolgirls filled his mind. Beneath his hand, Anne's nipple was hardening.

"Yes," he breathed. "I'm with you Anne. God, am I ever with you."

"Good." She laughed excitedly. "Now you know all our guilty secrets, I'll give you the real tour." She stopped suddenly. "You're not angry or upset at me for not telling you this before?"