Chapter 1

The mid-term grades were posted. I was not that surprised at my standing. I was number one again for the fourth straight year. If I quit now and left Deswait Academy without taking the finals, I couldn't drop below third for the year. Even I was impressed by my performance at one of the most prestigious and toughest schools in England. But basically, I owed most of it to the Dean of the Academy's family.

I tutored the Dean's five daughters. But the grades I received were not fixed or faked. The Dean had made sure I understood that from the beginning. Originally, I was recruited to teach them the women's subjects, i.e., household management, deportment, etiquette, posture, penmanship and etc. And, since I was living with them, I babysat the whole bunch whenever the Dean and his wife wanted to go somewhere without their brood.

Those things which were not normally taught to men I had to read books on. So I learned all of those things so I could teach them to children aged from six to my own age at that time of fourteen. But that had started four years ago and I was now eighteen.

To a male, female subjects are boring. It was a fact of life. So I pushed all five of those girls through their subjects, so I could teach them the same things I was learning in school. For most of the last four years, they had been learning mathematics, french, history, philosophy, literature and geography. Fortunately, I was talented at condensing information and presenting it so that even the youngest, a six-year-old, through the eldest, a fourteen-year-old, could all find it interesting and useful.

There was also the sex. Abby was now 18, Beth, 16, and Cathy was 14. All three had been initiated into a secret women's society by me. For my part, it was basically taking their virginity in a private forum where it could be verified by other society members. Thanks to my great aunt, I was a surrogate 'prospective husband' for one or two upper-class girls every month. But, of course, there is no free lunch. I had to made love to my great aunt, monthly who happened to be the queen of the society, monthly. Believe it or not, I even enjoyed doing that.

Nevertheless, I still knew little of the society's purposes. Diane, the girl's mother, and I had a pact. Once they were initiated, the girls and I could do whatever we wanted together. The other two girls, now only two left, had to retain their virginity until initiated formally into the women's secret society. With those two anything else was permitted if they and I agreed. I wouldn't be involved in either of the two younger girl's initiation, because I would be through with school and gone very shortly.

Early on, before I started school at Deswait, I had taken advantage of both my mother and my sister. I had shamelessly used my sister's knockout medicine to experiment with both of them. Incest can be very nasty business, especially if the abused women seriously object. There and in a few other cases, I had been very fortunate. In addition, my sister-in-law, who was the first object of my perverted attention, didn't tell or call the constables either. For that I will be forever grateful; two futures had stared at me, one a graduate of a distinguished school with honors and the other a prison inmate with years left to go before release. Two faces of the same coin. It was enough to make me shudder at times.

Lately, my primary preoccupation has been trying to decide what I wanted to do with my life. Fortunately, I will be inheriting enough so that I don't have to do anything. But I would probably die of boredom. So I am seriously giving my future some thought.

As if I didn't have enough other things to do during these last three months before my graduation, Diane had casually mentioned that a young friend of her family might be visiting and she had her permission to sit-in on my classes for the girls. I just knew that if she showed up, she would be a pain in the ass. Well, she did show up finally and she was a pain in the ass. Her name was Ann and she was an arrogant little bitch with a coltish face, an unkept head of hair and a harsh barking laugh. She had been hanging around about a week now disrupting my classes and today I had heard one too many HA! HA!s.

"That's it for today, young ladies", I said dismissing the group. "Go dress for dinner and remember that the dancing teacher will be here tomorrow." As they were leaving, I said, "Ann, could I speak with you a moment."

She gave me a smirk and then intentionally walked right up to my chair so close that I had to look way up to make eye contact. She wanted me in a subservient position. Along with her holier-than-thou attitude, the corners of her mouth remained turned up in a smirk. Her eyes were hooded and she was looking down at me with disrespect. I was already mad and this latest little gambit got the better of me.

I grabbed her wrist and yanked her face down on my lap. She gave out a high-pitched little shriek as her dress flew up onto her back. My open hand made a sharp and satisfying cracking sound as it connected solidly with her derriere. The girl was absolutely frozen with the indignity of having her pantied ass exposed to a commoner.

I lost my rage and suddenly thought, 'you are in deep shit, Donald. This is an honored house guest that I have just spanked sharply. How was I going to get out of this mess?' I sat there with my hand almost completely covering one of her scrawny ass cheeks. I was mesmerized by my predicament and the expanding wet spot that was growing on her shabby pair of panties. I tried to think quickly, ignoring her ragged and rapid breathing. But my only chance was laying right in front of my eyes. She had on what must have been a very old and comfortable pair of panties. They were soft as flannel, loose fitting and had numerous small holes caused by over-washing and age.

Worse, for her, was that there was a larger hole right in the crotch area where the doubled up material was sewn on and there was a slightly discernible skid mark showing. I went for it. A little more humiliation could only improve this girl's disposition. I stuck my finger through the crotch hole and slid my finger through her lightly-haired lips. Then I pulled it back out and gave my finger an audible sniff. She hadn't moved but I knew she was very much alive. I was glad I couldn't see her face.

"Miss", I said, "you would have benefitted greatly had you been here last year when I covered the finer points of feminine personal hygiene. Assuming, of course, that you would have been able to keep your HA! HA!s to a minimum and listened. It is considered in bad taste in this household to cover one's lack of cleanliness with perfume, no matter how expensive."

"You may feel free to sit in on any of my classes. But in the future you will respectfully ask questions or even disagree if you wish. Then we can discuss it intelligently. Do you understand?"

I heard a little squeak that sounded almost like a 'yes'.

"Please leave and close the door on your way out." She got up, and left without looking at me.I sat here thinking I had about ten minutes left as a tutor to the Dean's family. I was already beginning to miss the girls and Diane.

But strangely, in the next few days after, I heard nothing. Ann didn't attend the evening meal that night or the dance class the next afternoon. She did show up for dinner but was very quiet for a change.

Later that evening, as Diane and I were laying in her bed resting after sex, she brought up the subject I had worried about.

"Donald, what did you do to Ann?"

"You mean because she is so quiet?" Diane nodded. "The other day I had to admonish her, privately, for disrupting the class. She may be over-reacting to criticism."

"Well, you certainly got her attention. She has been subtly asking a lot of questions about you, especially about your relationship with our family. I hope there hasn't been any overt displays of affection between you and the girls while she's been around."

"No, none at all," I said.

"Well, anyway, she's leaving tomorrow."

Two weeks later Ann was back again for a two-day stay. She attended all of the meals but only sat in on one class. During the class she said nothing. Then she was gone again. I overheard a couple of comments from Beth and Dawne about Ann questioning them about their home life. Apparently, the little bitch was plotting to get me fired. She could have done it the old fashioned, direct way by relating what I had done and said to her. But, I suspected she would felt even further humiliation by repeating our conversation.