Part 2

Chapter 7: Our first full day

CLANG-ER, CLANG-ER, CLANG-ER, CLANG-ER, CLANG-ER. The feverish ringing of a hand bell rudely roused me after being asleep for only a few minutes, or so it seemed. I knew I had to get up and quickly too otherwise I would have to wait to get a space in the lavatory. An unexpected bonus of choosing my bed was that it was closest and I had a head start on the others and managed to get the far end hole. Will plonked his bottom alongside mine and whispered "Good morning," and then had to force his prick down into the hole. When I pissed I felt a stinging sensation as the acid liquid went over my tender cunnie lips. It reminded me again of the previous night. I had to poop as well but noticed I didn't do it anywhere near as noisily as Will whose farts made a nauseous smell but he just laughed. I think he was doing it deliberately in the hope that it would embarrass me but I did my best to ignore it.

Ruth walked in as I was leaving and I saw sperm dribbling down her legs. Mr. Reece had woken her before the bell and fucked her again. I was sort of pleased that my rival for Stephan's attention seemed to walk somewhat bow-legged and I guessed her fucks had been less pleasant than mine.

"CRACK!" How I came to hate the sound that whip made first thing every morning except Sundays. It signalled Mr. Reece's arrival and was invariably followed by, "Put your shoes on and get down to the main hall." We soon found it didn't pay to be last. Although it was a long single-tailed whip meant for use with a pony and trap, Mr. Reece only ever flicked us with it but on our bare skin it stung and left a red mark. Nobody escaped its touch and not being the most agile of girls, I caught it as often as most.

First we had to move the tables and chairs to the side of the hall so we had a clear space to do our PT (Physical Training, but we never gave it the full title). Then it was a fast routine of exercises that lasted half an hour. I suppose if one could stand back and watch, it would be a highly erotic scene; naked boys and girls leaping about in an obscene way, leap-frogging one another and, on occasions, collapsing in a heap. Us bigger bosomed girls, suffered as our breasts flew in all directions and the boy's pegos and testicles waggled up and down and side-to-side more vigorously than a conductor's baton. However, for us there was the ever-present fear of that damned whip stinging whatever part of a person's body it could reach. My tits often were the target and any boy that sported an erection swiftly had it reduced when the whip caught it most painfully. By the end of the half hour we were exhausted and sore but, before we could go back to wash and dress, we had to push the tables back into position ready for Janice to lay the breakfast things.

Washing was quite a pleasant experience even if the water was cold; it helped to soothe the innumerable whip marks that covered our bodies. With only six bowls, we took turns to wash each other. On the first day I stood in the bowl and Stephan washed me all over with a coarse brown flannel and the red carbolic soap the school favoured. He then quickly dried me and I washed him using the same water. The water had to be hand pumped from the basement so it was a precious commodity. Quite often the pumping was given as a punishment although in reality, it was part of the caretaker's job. Stephan, of course, made sure my tits and cunnie were particularly clean and I took special care of his prick. Despite the look of disgust on Janet's face as she stood in the next bowl, I gave it a quick suck. However, there was never enough time to do anything other than wash and the cold water dampened any ardour. Miss Dobson provided a large pot of salve at each wash place and we used it on the worst of our welts. Then it was time to dress and hurry downstairs for breakfast.

One good thing I have to say about the school was the food. It was always of a high standard even if the quantity wasn't sufficient for some of the boys. Combined with the PT, it also helped to keep my weight down and I was certainly fitter at the end of the year then when I arrived.

Nothing of real note happened during that first full day at school. I managed to collect six encouragement strokes of the strap, two from Mr. Thompson for not remembering who followed William the Conqueror as king of England and four from Miss Collins for not knowing the capital cities of France and Germany but most of the others had at least that many. Stephan, the swot, only had two.

Our most interesting lesson was the last one of the day, called by our teachers 'Matrimonial Etiquette', but we rudely called it the 'cock and cunnie' lesson. Miss Dobson took us for that and started by asking, "What makes a boy's pego go hard?" She explained the physical business of blood engorging the shaft but we went on to explore ways girls could stimulate the pego without touching it. We did this using practical example. Although several of the girls were still very shy, none of us got the strap during that lesson. I think that was when I really started to get the reputation as a trollop. I enjoyed playing at teasing the boys and getting them all nice and hard without letting them climax. "Next week it will be the boys' turn to get their own back on you teasing girls." Miss Dobson smiled as she said it at the end of the lesson.

After all the stimulation during the day, I was looking forward to having Stephan in my bed but Miss Dobson was on duty and she took him and I had to join with Mr. Thompson. I was very pleased that he was the first adult to fuck me; he seemed far kinder and less brutal than Mr. Reece and Mr. Hayes. "After last night, you'll know what to expect Emma," he said to me when he closed the door to the room and we were alone. Despite knowing him to be quite a gentle person, I was a little nervous of being isolated from the others but I tried not to show it. His prick was only half-hard when he removed his breeches but even so it seemed so much bigger and fatter than Stephan's and I wondered how much it would hurt when he put in inside me. He must have read my mind for he went on, "Don't worry about the size dear, it will go in easily when we get you wet enough. I'll go slowly and try to make sure you enjoy it. That's the whole idea of these rogering sessions; to make sure both the boy and girl enjoy it."

I cheered up a bit when he said that and I could feel myself becoming wet just by looking at his prick. "Do you want me to suck it Sir?" I asked.

"Maybe after I had a taste of you my dear," he answered, "Lie on the bed and spread yourself please." I did so and was somewhat surprised that he started by kissing my lips and worked his way down to my breasts and suckled my nipples. That really started my juices flowing. By the time his tongue found its way into my slit, I was already wet and ready and eager for him. "My, my," he laughed, "You are a juicy young thing, just give my pego a quick suck and then we'll do it."

Remembering how Miss Dobson took his prick almost down her throat, I tried to do the same but almost choked and started coughing. He laughed at me. "It takes practice to do that. Try it with the boys first and gradually take them a little deeper each time. Miss Dobson will deal with taking a pego deep into your throat later in the year." When I finished coughing and laughing with him, he went on, "Tonight I want to try a different position with you. Lie back and pull you ankles back to your head." With my ample frame, that wasn't too easy but I did my best and knew that my cunnie and bottom hole were both fully exposed to him. Shortly after, I felt his pego enter my hole and steadily make its way in until his hair mingled with mine. I felt well filled but it was nice. I wanted more.

"Oh Sir," I cried out, "Please do it. Please roger me... hard please." He did. First he pulled back almost all the way and then thrust forward quite hard. I groaned and he started pumping his pego into me almost like he did with Miss Dobson. I returned his thrusts, again as I had seen in last night's demonstration. My cries of please must have stimulated him too because he had a wild sort of look on his face. However, he managed to hold himself in check until I had climaxed, not once, but twice before collapsing on top of me, both of us covered with sweat.

"That was very good Emma. You'll make someone a good wife one day, especially if you find a partner as adventurous as you will become."

"I think Stephan will be just that," I answered.

"Don't make your choice too early," he warned, "Try them all while you're here, and when you go up to the next school, there will be even more choice."

It was nice not to have to watch the candle but it was still burning when Mr. Thompson turned down our lamp and peered through the curtain to see what was happening in the dorm. "Only Rodney and Janet still at it," he remarked, I guess the others must have been tired out." Sleepily, I agreed with him.

At some atrociously early hour he woke me and whispered, "Just time for a quick one Emma before I have to ring the bell and get everyone up." His prick was already fearsomely hard, 'Pee hard" he called it and with just enough foreplay to get me wet, he fucked me again. This time it was a straightforward fuck. Even so, I woke up enough to thrust back against him, which highly pleased him and he kissed me a number of times on my lips and breasts.

"What a trollop your are Emma," Vicky smirked when we passed on the way to the lavatory, "The whole school could hear you yelling at Mr. Thompson to do it harder last night." I just stuck my tongue out at her and patted my bottom knowing that hers was still very tender.

At morning break after I'd given my account of the previous evening, Stephan told me how he fared with Miss Dobson. "I only fucked her twice but she was nice and made me feel comfortable. I thought I might not be big enough for her after Mr. Thompson but she assured me that I was fine and indeed she did appear to get a lot of pleasure from what I did." I felt a pang of jealousy but it passed. "The first time she knelt on all fours and I did it from the back. It felt like I was riding her especially as she wanted me to hold her breasts and I could pull myself into her. I enjoyed that and hope that is something we can do together Emma as well as trying what Mr. Thompson did with you."

"We should try all ways and if we don't like one way, we don't do it again," I said.

He nodded and went on, "We spent some time just cuddling and I suckled her titties and then she said rather hesitantly, that she was going to give me a little advice." He stopped for a moment. "Miss Dobson said, 'You and Emma have become very close to each other even in this short time but don't monopolise each other. If Mr. Hayes sees that, he will separate you at bedtimes. Sleep with all the girls Stephan and see what each has to offer. Don't be jealous of her having other boys at night and if when your months here have gone by, you still feel you love each other, then you may be able to commit yourselves to a more permanent life together before you go on to the next school.' I guess she meant that I could marry you if our parents agreed."

I told Stephan that Mr. Dobson had said much the same thing but I really wanted to belong to Stephan and Stephan alone.

Chapter 8: Vicky tries to escape

I can understand why she did it but we were all shocked and horrified at the penalty she had to pay. Throughout the week Vicky had been punished far more than the rest of us. This was partly due to her continuing arrogant attitude and all of the teachers seemed determined to drive that out of her. The rest of us learned to accept our 'encouragement' strappings and indeed, they seemed to be fewer than in the first few days. Vicky however, always protested and had to be restrained resulting in extra stripes and her encouragement stripes were much harder than any we had.

Her behaviour came to the notice of Mr. Hayes who determined he would put up with no more of her nonsense. On the first Wednesday near the end of the afternoon lessons, towards teatime, Mr. Reece was awarding encouragements to Richard, Will and of course Vicky. She was to have four strokes of the strap. "It's not fair," she protested, "You just pick on me. My work was no worse than the others and in any case I don't know how you expect me to do better work when my bottom is so sore I cannot sit still because of the horrendous pain." Mr. Reece simply ordered Roy and Rodney to hold her but before he could begin, Mr. Hayes came into the classroom swinging his cane.

"I think it would be better if you held the girl down Mr. Reece. I think we've heard enough of her complaints so now I intend to give her something to really complain about," the headmaster stated. We could all see how angry he looked and knew she was going to get it really hard this time. None of us liked Vicky very much but I'm sure we all felt sorry for her.

"NO! No! No!" Vicky screamed, "This is not punishment; it's torture. When my father hears of this you'll get flogged too. You've no right... Aaaaaaahh!" Mr. Hayes brought the cane down with tremendous force right across both cheeks of her already well punished buttocks. We all flinched as we watched the rattan bite into the flesh leaving a momentary indentation and then, when the buttocks resumed their proper shape a red line appeared and soon after two deep ridges on either side of it. I wouldn't have been surprised to see blood flow, but it didn't. The headmaster waited a short while until Mr. Reece had her writhing under control and then proceeded to add a second stripe to the first. Vicky's screams filled the school but they went unheeded by her tormentor. Stripe after stripe he put across her bottom until she'd had a full dozen and all laid on with a viciousness that horrified me.

"One more for luck," Mr. Hayes grinned evilly and brought the cane down again for the last time. I could see poor Vicky was almost passing out but her ordeal was not yet over. Putting down his cane, Mr. Hayes took out his pego and forced it into her cunnie and ravished her without mercy. When he finished he asked if any of the boys wished to use her but none did. Roy and Miss Dobson, who only came into the room at the last moment, helped her upstairs. Poor thing couldn't even stand without help. From what I had just witnessed, I realised that Mr. Hayes was far more cruel than I first thought. He so obviously enjoyed thrashing the poor girl and from the way it made his prick hard, it gave him a great deal of sexual pleasure too.

Mr. Reece dismissed us shortly after to wash and get ready for tea. Vicky was groaning and sobbing pitifully while Roy tried to hold her still enough for Miss Dobson to treat her welts. Most of us had tears in our eyes but there was little enough we could do for her. Most of our thoughts I guess, were concerned with how we would take such a punishment when our turn came, as surely it would.

Next morning at our early morning PT session, her welts looked terrible. We knew from her crying, she'd had little sleep that night and she had difficulty in walking, let alone running around a room or doing exercises but nevertheless, Mr. Reece insisted she did them but didn't play the whip on her overly much. Even so after about ten minutes she collapsed on the floor, heedless of those around her. Miss Dobson came and helped her from the room.

By the next morning she was a little better but was still not very sprightly. Her bottom was a rainbow of colours with the welt ridges still standing our prominently. Even with the pillow on her seat, she was again going to have difficulty in sitting still for long. She completed the PT lesson and Mr. Reece must have either been in a good mood or Miss Dobson had a word with him, because he allowed her to rest during some of the exercises that involved her buttock muscles.