Slothlands Academy

[Qmoq]

The girls strolled in, barely punctual but all looking delectable in their tight secretarial uniforms. My first lesson was about to begin.

"Good evening class," I said. “Welcome to the after-hours secretarial lessons.”

"Good evening Mr Stoat," said Julie Truly, brightly. The other girls were silent.

"Why isn't Miss Gonzales taking this class?" asked Widget.

"She's a little tied up at the moment. So to speak," I replied.

"You mean she's in her cage."

"Only until tomorrow afternoon, yes. But she does have something to entertain her, and plenty of batteries too." This seemed to interest the girls all the more - Widget's hands were slipping between her legs, and Julie quivered slightly. They always seemed to squirm when I was more of a bastard, so I tried to convince them that I wasn't. "I mean, it's not as though I tie her to the bed each night and criss-cross her skin with sharp blades, is it? Or put a small cage over her chest with a couple of angry rats inside it, and spreadable cheese on her nipples." Widget let out a plaintive sigh, which I ignored. More accurately, I stored it up for my dreams.

Talking of dreams: “Step forwards, Miss Cariad," I added.

Her outfit was like a second skin of soft cotton. As she moved, the seams and stitching transformed from straight lines to exquisite curves. All was black - the jacket, the blouse, the skirt - but there was a hint of green in the blackness, hard to see but worth a second glance. She stood in front of my desk, looking straight ahead. I got to my feet and paced around the desk, smiling as she looked straight ahead, obediently.

"Are you wearing underwear?" I asked.

"No sir."

"Not even a bra?"

"No sir. I failed the rhubarb test."

"Good girl."

I had ensured that no girl sat in the desk right in front of mine, because I wanted to surprise them. I opened it, and they all saw what was inside, except Cariad.

"Oh my!" said Suchaminx.

"Nice!" drooled Mina.

"Ulp," sighed Cariad.

I pulled out a pair of latex panties from the desk, and roughly held it over Cariad's mouth and nose. Miss Gonzales had always taught me to be firm with the schoolgirls, right from the start, so I forced it enough to ensure she couldn’t breathe for a moment. Cariad wiggled her head as the panties remained on, but her hands did not move from the side. She was a good girl, I told her so in a hoarse whisper, and she wiggled all the more.

"When you get your pair," I told the class as Cariad's face turned dark red, "I want you to put them on. No arguments, no backchat. Understand?"

"Yes sir," they said enthusiastically with one voice.

"Good." I took the panties away from Cariad's mouth, held the poor gal as she wobbled, then lifted up her hand and placed the panties in them. Wearily, she bent over without bending her knees, and put the panties on. They made an adorable 'schlook' sound as they were stuck and unstuck to the skin, crawling up her stocking-clad legs.

"Sir, they have a zip in them." This was true and deliberate. I normally preferred women in plain, tight latex panties with no breathing room or peep-holes, but I needed zips for this lesson. The zip ran for only a few inches, from the top to the bottom of her labia.

"Yes. Zip them up for now."

Cariad smiled sweetly at me, and said "done".

"Bend over the desk."

"Yes, sir."

I lifted up her skirt, letting the bright lights shine off her rear for a moment, and told the rest of the class: "Cariad will be spanked by me until you are each wearing a pair of these panties."

This was a double threat. I could see Mina leap into action, because she thought Cariad would hate to be spanked. Julie Truly and Suchaminx leapt into action because they thought Cariad would love to be spanked, and were just jealous. I placed my hand gently in Cariad’s back and curved her slightly. It was the first time I was going to touch this girl, and I wanted to savour every moment. She arched the small of her back, to let her tight little bottom swell. It was an inviting target.

SLAP!

She made no sound. I glanced to her face as soon as I had made the blow, and her lips were held tightly together.

SLAP!

This was a harder blow, but still, there was no sound from her. I did hear an ‘oo’ from Mina in the background, and there was a steady rustling of tight underwear being slid up slim legs behind me. I knew I was missing this, but I’d arranged the security cameras for just such a circumstance. I would see them, I’d see them all.

I continued to slap Cariad; I was lost in the moment. It was obvious to me now that she adored such treatment, and I had no reason to stop. After three of my hardest slaps, she began to blush, but it was several more before she opened her mouth, releasing the softest of sighs.

“I’ve wanted – SLAP - to do this – SLAP - for a long time, do you know – SLAP - that, Cariad?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“You do? You have such a – SLAP – high opinion of yourself? SLAP!”

“No, s-sir, nnnng!”

The ‘nnng’ was because I had found a bit more strength, after an encouraging gasp from Suchaminx. Aside from the fact that I had admired her for some time, I chose Cariad for this ordeal because I wanted to prove to the class that I wasn’t to be trifled with. I might be a substitute teacher, but I was no pushover.

The rustling stopped, but no girl put up her hand to urge me to stop spanking Cariad. I turned to face the class, all of whom were sitting down, hands on desks in an obedient pose. Mina, who had never had a lesson at the school before, was mimicking the others. She seemed like quite the delicate young lady, all of a sudden.

"Are you all wearing your underwear?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," they replied as one. Cariad followed with a breathy "yes, sir" a second later. I slapped her backside again. She yelped in surprise, then bit her lip, eyes clenched shut.

"So I suppose I should stop spanking this poor, innocent creature, shouldn't I?"

"No, sir," they replied lustily, Julie Truly responding with "Hell, no!"

Cariad smiled, nodded, turned her head to face me, took a deep breath, and agreed. "No, sir," she purred. I was only intending to give her half a dozen more slaps, but she inspired me to make it a round twenty.

SLAP!

At the end of ten consistent slaps, she was grunting aloud. “Hnng!” Ten more, and she was biting back sobs after every other slap, but bore them admirably. I left her panting, bent over my desk, and turned to face the room as though I had written the lesson plan on the blackboard.

"Hands up who has a wet pussy!" I said with a great deal of enthusiasm.

Every single hand went up. I turned to Cariad, who had put both of her hands in the air.

"Well, well, looks like Cariad is the dampest little secretary of the lot. Get up on the desk, Cariad, on all fours. Hup-two, hup-two, come on!”

Wearily, she clambered on, facing along the long length of the desk, so the room could see her profile. I wanted them to see more, so I nudged the edge of the desk until she was at a forty-five degree angle to them.

I lifted her skirt again, and unzipped the panties. There was a nervous latexy rustle from the watching girls, because apart from Mina they had no idea what I would do. Slowly, teasingly, I walked to my holdall out of sight of Cariad, and pulled out a silver bullet. It was about four inches long, and thick enough that I could not quite join my thumb and forefinger around it. Like a magician’s assistant, I held it up for the girls to see it clearly, indicating the wire that led off it. Then it was time for the vanishing trick.

I placed it at her pussy, and whispered "my, you are a wet one", just loud enough for everyone to hear. Slowly but firmly, I pushed the bullet into her, enjoying the slurping sounds as it went in further.

"This comes with an attachment that is a little fiddly," I said. "Hang on."

“Oo!” she giggled when I slid two fingers into her panties. The attachment was a small clit vibrator that was difficult to position with her in the black panties, but I managed it after a happy moment or two. It was stuck in place with some duct tape. I was then able to zip up the panties again, just leaving the thin insulated wire trailing off.

I went back to my bag, and took out the console that Mina had seen me test earlier. I plugged it in, and placed my hand on a small knob next to where Cariad's wire entered the console. "I don't have the energy to spank each of you during this lesson, and Miss Gonzales says that my caning skills leave a little to be desired, so I thought I'd use this. If you do well, you'll be rewarded."

I turned the dial three-quarters of the way around. The reaction was instantaneous. Cariad's head snapped back and her knees jumped an inch off the desk. "OhmySirPleaseSirCanICum?" she gabbled, kicking her feet up and down as she recovered her all-fours position.

I turned it off. She kicked the desk in frustration.

"No. None of you can, until I say. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," came the unenthusiastic response. The still-panting Cariad lolled her head forwards, and a little drool dripped out of her mouth and landed on the desk.

"There is another knob," I declared, stroking my fingertips over the console, "but this is for punishment purposes only. It would be unfair of me to inflict this on someone who was as well-behaved as young Cariad here."

"Aww!" said Suchaminx, who was apparently looking forward to the show.

"Cariad," I continued, ignoring the minxy interruption, "if I show the class what this does, I will let you cum. You have witnesses."

It was unfair of me to offer her this, particularly as I'd turned on the pleasant knob a little, but she understood that it would be horrible to endure. "Yes. I'm ready."

"Very well."

I turned the knob.

She stretched out rigid, then curled up into a ball, within half a second of each other. Her hands instinctively moved to her crotch, then moved back in a primal instinct to appear calm and in control. But it was the yell that scared everyone, me included. Now, remember that this was a woman who had endured several dozen full-strength slaps from me with barely a noise. She was no lightweight. Even so, she screamed aloud, eyes bulging, a throaty, terrifying scream that echoed off the room. I had left the knob turned on for ten seconds. Twenty seconds after I turned it off, she was still screaming so badly that I had to check the connections to make sure it HAD turned off.

I placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her. "You were very brave," I said, and she began to sob.

I turned to the silent audience. "Have you ever seen Cariad cum so hard that she would beg for it to stop? Who wants to see that?"

A forest of arms.

"Good." I turned the knob, and deliberately stepped away from the panel.

“Hnnn hnnn,” drooled Cariad.

I did want to get the lesson moving on, so I multi-tasked. While I placed cordless keyboards on each of the girls' desks, I told Cariad that she could cum whenever she wanted. I looked back to see it, a pretty, curvaceous woman snorting and shuddering. She was mostly silent, just the rhythmic "hnnn hnnn" sound that I was starting to love.

I had handed out half of the keyboards when she was ready to cum again. Politely and accurately, she asked. I had, after all, told her that she could cum. I did not specify how many times.

"Hnn hnn."

"Of course you can cum, my dear," I told her, waving my hand dismissively in her direction. Amazing how a simple gesture can provoke such a reaction from her. She kept on all-fours, but stretched like a cat, pushing her breasts down onto the table and her bottom in the air. Widget couldn't resist - she got up from her chair to look closer at Cariad.

"Man, those panties are watertight. There's no juice coming out at all."

"Th-there's juice in them," whimpered Cariad. "T-trust me."

I shook my head at the scene. It had been quite an evening class so far, and they were yet to begin typing.

End of part II

[Julie-Truly]

Hi peeple ... I had a little problem with local law enforcement ... uhm ... a case of miss-taken identity ... see, I had credit cards ... but with all different names? And this English cop said, "Miss, you have taken someone's identity" or something since you can hardly understand them cuz the English talk so weird? Anyways, I figure "Texas ... California ... New York ... England, a cop's a cop, right?" So, sweet as you please I offer him the usual oral persuasion and NOW he's talking about solicitation of prostitution!

So I get dragged before some judge guy with a mop on his head for a wig and he has the NERVE to call me an undesirable alien!!! "Ah-HEM ... you call THESE undesireable?" ... and I showed him the goods and then HE turns blue and has a cardiac or something so yours TRULY goes back to lockup ... gets like a two hour strip search from these dyke guards ... and FINALLY the American ambassador shows up and he says they want to deport me back but my country is behind me 100% and he says I will only be sent back to the good ol USA over his dead body. Sniff ... all for little me ... I was so proud ... dam skippy!

Anyways, if there's one thing I learned at the Texas State Correctonal .. uhm ... I mean ... School for Young Ladies ... its ... well, here I am!

I also got these glasses to wear as a disguise so they don't find me but I had to bust the glass out cuz I kept bumpig into stuff? But dont worry ... I didn't get all nerdy and start reading books or anything.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooo ... the bad girl from Texas is back ... but don't tell anyone! I'm in-cock-neato or something?

[suchaminx]

JT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trust me, you have been missed ~smiles and hugs~

Great to see you back, your writing always make me giggle

more ~hugs~ and see you soon minx xxx

[cariad]

As I came round from yet another orgasm, I looked up to see a girl coming into the class room. She was wearing the regulation Slothlands uniform and not dressed for secretarial glass; although her bull’s eye glasses did make her look as if she was the ideal candidate for the dragon of an old fashioned typing pool.

And then she spoke. Her accent instantly giving her away. I watched as Minxy jumped up and greeted her. But I had my suspicions.

Well, I did until the bullet inside me distracted all thoughts and claimed my body once again. Muscles contracting as they fought each other as to how they would distort my body as the knot of tension in my belly exploded, causing me to cry out over Minxy’s soft melodious voice.

As the shuddering faded, with just an occasional aftershock claiming me, my suspicions returned. The timing of JT’s return was no co-incidence. She had come, in disguise, to steal Qmoq’s silver bullet and smuggle it out of the country.

Whilst staying on all fours I rose to my full height, arching my back and lifting my head high and staring at her. Right now I intended to fight to never let it out of me, but there was no way she was going to be stealing it and passing it to some third rate clerk in the American Embassy to smuggle out on his next trip home.

But my plans to protect the National Treasure were interrupted as it started to come alive in me again, the silent growl which had been forming in my throat as I considered JT turned into a slightly less silent whimper and my hips recommenced their dance of first rolling and then straining first back and then upwards.

[Julie-Truly]

Hi minxie! I can remember a math teacher who looked at one of my tests and said my writing always made her giggle too so thanks for the memories! Now for the late night slumber parties in the dorms where we can play music, paint each others toenails, talk about boys (and girls?) ... and give mouth to mouth resucitation to a bottle of Jack Daniels? And Ed used to think I was a bad influence on the English girls, imagine?

[maddie]

Location: Miss Gonzales' office
Time: Saturday evening, August 19


*knock knock knock*

*irritated sigh* *sound of a pen being dropped on a desk*

"Come in!"

*thunk*

"Yes, Miss....Truly, I believe it is? What is it?

"Again? Are you quite sure it was Mr. Stoat?"

"What on earth does 'dam skippy' mean?"

"Yes, fine. I'll speak to him, AGAIN, about not hovering in the area when you girls are changing. No, I wouldn't think he needed to take 20 minutes to change a light bulb. Is that all?"

"No, Miss Truly, I will not share my 'kick-ass tequila' with you."

"No, Miss Truly, not even if you have photos of me in a cage. The whole school has them by now, I'm sure."

"Honestly, Miss Truly, if you spent half the effort you exert in trying to get out of doing your assignments actually DOING your assignments, you'd be much better off. And no, I'm not going to give you the answers to the first secretarial exam."

"Yes, Miss Truly. I'd have to agree that Mr. Stoat is a malodorous pervert. But I am working on the malodorous part."

"No, Miss Truly, I will not tell you any of the intimate details of what I do with Mr. Stoat. If you're so desperate to know, put your brain to use and figure out how to get into the security office like the rest of the girls have."

*knock knock*

*exceedingly irritated sigh*

"COME IN!"

*thunk*

"What is it, ladies?"

"NO. I will not sneak up on Mr. Stoat as he guards the security office, smack him on the ass, and say, 'What are you going to do about that, sailor?', and run away so you ladies can get into the security office!"

"I said 'no' and I meant 'no'."

"Fine. If it'll get you to leave me alone."

*rustling noise as Miss Gonzales gets a bottle of the kick-ass tequila and gives it to the students, who leave cheerfully"

[Qmoq]

(Not as Ted, this time...)

Blush and a giggle! Maddie, you are too cute. I especially love the idea of someone just reading your post, and having no idea what the hell you're talking about. "Who is Miss Gonzales?" "Ted who?" "Tequila?"

I'll try my best to finish Ted's next part of the secretarial lesson, so he can then be free to teach Miss G a lesson.

Q xx

[cariad]

(also out of character...)

I have heard many times that writing dialogue is the most difficult form of writing there is. You succeeded Maddie - huuuuuugs!

cariad

[maddie]

*blushes furiously*

Thanks, y'all.

[Uncle_Ed]

Dear diary,

Dear God in heaven! What was that I drank? After a particularly long binge on the JD I found some coffee in one of the girl's lockers. I like coffee, although too much tends to send me places where no headmaster should dare to tread...

Anyway, the coffee was obviously excellent as it was labeled "Colombian Gold Finest" It did taste a bit odd, was a strange colour and smelt unlike any other coffee I've ever tasted before. This I put down to the 5 bottles of JD that preceeded it.

Then-wallop. Bloody lizards everywhere! Walls, celing, outside and up my gown. I don't remember much, but have odd thoughts and half-remembered memories of some pretty weird shit.

Now I'm back-and guess what? A bloody inspection due! look at this:

My Dearest Director of Slothlands

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To Whom it May Concern:

This is to notify you that the department of Health and Sexual Services is planning a visit to your Academy of higher learning within the next fortnight. Please be aware that we intend to inspect your grounds, your classrooms, your cafeteria and expecially your meat. As the head of the department I shall conduct the meat inspection myself.

Yours in Cleanliness,

Dhyanna Cervantes


Holy Carruthers!

What do I do next? Well, there seems to be only one person who can help-Ted. He appears to be engaged in some odd stuff of his own, though.

OK. Pull yourself together, Ed Master.

First things first.

STAND UP THAT GIRL WHO BROUGHT THAT COFFEE INTO MY SCHOOL!

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed Master is pacing his study, a serious look on his face. He is faced with a potential disaster with the impending inspection. He vaguely knows of this Head Inspector and the knowledge fills him with gloom and a sense of foreboding. His extensive files of potential blackmail victims in high places fails to give him any hope as none of them refer to an official in this particular field. There are many references to many officials, many of them in fields, but none that help him now.

He paces and swigs wildly from a bottle of JD. With his years of practise miraculously not a single drop is spilled.

He suddenly pauses in mid-stride and grabs at the letter, a triumphant look on his face. This Dhyanna wants to inspect his meat! Taken literally this means he can take her into the darkest of the meat storage lockers-and that is one that he has secretly converted for his own uses, not so much for storing meat, but restoring it to glory.

He finishes his JD and hurries to the locker. Looking around carefully, he selects a key and unlocks the huge door. Reaching inside he clicks on the light switch.

The powerful overhead tubes flicker into life. Ed looks at the stainless-steel rack with the leather restraints fastened to each corner. He grins as he surveys the equipment he had sent over with Marie Gonzales-the electrical devices and the other toys he has never tried before.

Ed's grin grows bigger. Dhyanna Cervantes wants to see the parts of the school that need inspection. Ed wants to see the parts of Dhyanna Cervantes that need inspection...

[MJs dhyanna]

The drive to Slothlands Academy was long and hot and Dhyanna Cervantes was in a sour mood and cursed the humidity of the country as she pulled up the long, well-manicured drive and came to a stop on the beautiful cobblestones.

"Trying to impress me with their hand polished cobblestones" SNORT

She walked to the door of the establishment and before she could open it the door was flung open and a handsome man stood (a trifle unsteadily) staring at her. He stepped back and held the door open further. Dhyanna detected the odor of JD (being an old fashioned southern belle) and an expensive smelling cigar lingering around him like a miscreants halo. Walking into the dimly lit hallway, Dhyanna was impressed by the amount of tastefully displayed erotic art images that hung there.

"Dhyanna Cervantes" she mumbled coldly extending a hand that was as cold and limp as the greeting.

Sweat ran down her back still making her red, silk blouse uncomfortably sticky and she was glad she had chosen a lightweight half cup bra to wear under it. Her short cotton skirt was a refreshing contrast to the silk of her blouse, and the garter she wore under it made her feel cool and breezy in the absence of underwear. As she stared at the man now shaking her hand she thought she noticed a glint in his eye as he motioned her toward what looked to be his office.

[Uncle_Ed]

The door flung open as Ed Master anticipated the arrival of the Inspector.
Ed was amazed at the lovely sight that greeted his bleary eyes, the result of a large cigar and far too much JD, and he blinked furiously.

"Dear God" Ed thought to himself, glancing down at his favourite polished cobblestone that was strategically-placed by the door, "She's either not wearing any knickers-or that stone has cracked..."

He noticed her long-legged walk as she swayed into the hall, her eyes darting to his collection of pictures on the walls. Her hand shake was a disappointment however and she felt like a handful of wet lettuce as she mumbled her name, "Dhyanna Cervantes".

Ed was immediately antagonised by the woman, and her silk blouse and short skirt did little to appease him. He gestured for her to walk ahead of him to his study, which was a few paces down the hall and her damp appearance caused him to grin to himself as he imagined what she would be like after a short period in the meat-locker.

"Do sit down, Miss, is it?" Ed inquired.

"Yes-it is!" she snapped in return as she smoothed the short skirt beneath her she sat on the edge of the leather chair he had indicated she should use.

She perched uncomfortably on the edge of the chair and Ed could see that the cool leather meeting her thighs had produced the result for which he had planned. He stole a glance at her nipples that had sprung to attention beneath the thin red silk and he was gratified that they were unhindered by the tiny bra the woman wore.

Ed sat in his own chair behind his huge old oak desk. His chair was several inches higher than the one placed in front of the monstrous old piece of furniture and was designed to make him appear quite terrrifyingly enormous as he peered down upon the unfortunate sitting before him.

"Miss Cervantes" Ed said slowly, picking up a dagger-shaped letter opener and playing with it, his eyes locked on the now nervous Dhyanna.

"So-what has prompted your request for an inspection at this time?"

She shuffled on the edge of the chair, which promptly made rather embarrassing noises that caused her to become even further unsettled. Ed's inward grin grew huger at her evident discomforture.

"The head of the Department of Health and Sexual Services herself"; she emphasised the word; "has determined that your Academy be inspected. That head is me-and I have heard some rather disturbing things about the place!"

She lifted her chin and glared defiantly at the highly-amused Ed who watched her attempt to gain control of the situation. As she looked like a senior girl herself who had been called in to answer for her misconduct, her efforts fell well short of the mark.

"My dear Miss Cervantes" Ed said, carefully but violently stabbing the point of the letter opener into the thick oak of his desk where it quivered not unlike Dhyanna who watched it open-mouthed. "You are of course most welcome to inspect any part of my little establishment. BUT..." he went on, "I must insist on conducting you around personally!" He smiled. Dhyanna flickered her gaze between his wolf-like smile and the blade embedded in the desk. She swallowed hard.

[Julie-Truly]

What was that crack? Something about a "loud American voice ... so not British"? I am sooooooooo going to sue the school for discrimintization ... once I get the criminal charges against me dropped about the credit card thing ... and the solicitation ... and resistng arrest ... you people have too many laws!

Admit it ... you missed me, your headmserliness!

Truly, Julie Truly (uhm ... did I stutter?)

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna composed herself with difficulty after staring at the letter opener jutting up from the desk. Swallowing hard, she shifted, causing the leather chair to again make noises and making her wish she had worn a longer skirt.

"Really, there is no need to trouble yourself with guiding me around, I am sure that your staff can guide me just fine, err one of your members, ummmm one of your staff members I mean."

Dhyanna cursed her slip of the tongue and the schoolgirlish mess she made of the last sentence that caused her face to flame red with embarrassment. He was still looking at her like a cat watches a mouse caught in a mouse trap and she felt her nipples harden more. Damn him, she thought, why wasn't he old and feeble instead of handsome and virile.

"So, shall we start with your meat?" Dhyanna asked to difuse the tension in the room.

She gasped as the implications of the statement hit her. Again her cheeks reddened but she maintained eye contact with the headmaster and tried to act unconcerned by her gaffe. Ed chuckled and stood up as Dhyanna fought to regain her composure for the second time in less than an hour. He motioned her through a doorway and Dhyanna hesitated for a second before exiting the office.

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed motioned Dhyanna out of his office and a low chuckle escaped him as she fled before him, a walk being beyond her by this point. Her heels clicked on the flooring and Ed followed her, the sight of her body clearly visible through the soaked red blouse a most pleasing view.

"If you would care to proceed through the kitchen to your left" Ed waved a hand, "Then you can see the meat locker directly across from you".

Dhyanna failed to notice that the kitchen was old and clearly hadn't been used in a while, so desparate was she to get out of the confines of Ed's study. She clicked across the old quarry stone flooring and waited for Ed, listening to the jangle of a large bunch of keys he had fetched out of his pocket.

He strode around her and fumbled briefly with the lock until it opened and he disappeared into the gloom within the room. Absentmindedly, Dhyanna followed him in and barely had time to gasp or duck as a heavy canvas bag slipped over her head. Ed pulled tight the slip-knot and the bag was firmly fixed around Dhyanna's throat.

Instinctively, she raised her hands which were seized and securely tied together. Ed bent his knees and threw Dhyanna over his left shoulder, straightened and carried her over to the waiting rack. He lowered her-none too gently-and before she had recovered, strapped her ankles to the two lower rings, her legs apart and her skirt rucked up.

Ed licked his lips...

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales felt the need for a drink between classes and headed for the old kitchen, where she had been keeping a stash of her best tequila. Ted had found all the hiding spots in her office, so she'd taken to using the old kitchen, which didn't get used for much of anything anymore.

As she walked into the kitchen, she heard a small ruckus and looked around, wondering what cariad and suchaminx were up to this time. To her surprise, she saw the headmaster (who appeared sober, for a change, prompting Miss Gonzales to think she ought to mark the date on her calendar) slip a bag over someone's head, then tie the person's wrists.

Startled, Miss Gonzales dropped the crop she carried, (you just never know when you'll need one, and her previous boss, the dictator, had taught her that it was bad form to be without something to inflict pain on another person) started to leave the room, then promptly backed into a coat rack, sending it toppling to the floor. The headmaster's head whipped around and Miss Gonzlaes raised her hands as if to indicate that she had seen nothing and had never been there. The headmaster glowered and Miss Gonzales turned and ran, forgetting completely what she'd gone for.

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna walked quickly out of the suddenly stiffling office of the headmaster and headed down the hall at what she hoped was a brisk businesslike pace and not the frantic "run like hell" pace it actually was. Eds chuckle followed her as he lead her into the kitchen.

Dhyanna scarcely noticed the state of the kitchen so intent was her focus on getting into her professional comfort zone where she did not feel like such a....woman.

Ed opened the door to a room and motioned her to enter. The room was pitch black but Dhyanna never even noticed. She stepped inside and at first thought she had walked into a huge spider web. It covered her head and face completely then she felt a constriction at her throat. Her hands flew reflexively to her neck and she was restrained and lifted. She felt herself being carried then dumped on a hard surface. She felt her ankles being pulled apart and fastened and she could tell her short skirt had ridden up exposing her bare (and terribly wet) pussy. She struggled briefly and cursed Ed at the top of her lungs.

She heard a crash in the background and started to call for help.

[cariad]

To all my fellow pupils:

Okay girls we have a problem here, actually we have two problems – no three problems, groan.

Anyway, you remember that ‘special’ drink which the man from the chocolate shop gave us with his last delivery of chocolate. The one where he said that if we all took just one pinch dissolved in a glass of warm water before he sneaked in at night with our orders he would not charge us…..well… Ed Master found it in my locker. I suppose I should have known better than to hide something in my underwear with him around. And he has taken it! Well that is problem number one.

Problem number two is that he thinks it is coffee, not surprising I guess given that it was labeled coffee, but he must have got through 3 spoonfuls of the stuff. Can tell you he looked very weird afterwards, and left swaying muttering things about latex and Fanny Craddock and tarts. (Oh, in case you wondered, I had been having a shower after undertaking a little extra secretarial practice, which is how I came to see this disaster.)

But onto problem three! I have seen the jar on his desk and am quite convinced that he will be serving Dhyanna Cervantes a cup ‘coffee’ when she comes to carry out the inspection. It could be the only time an inspector is inspected, and there is no way with that stuff inside her she will be able to say no.

We have to get that jar back, or there will be no more free chocolate and the report which Ms Cervantes writes, well am sure your guesses are as good as mine…

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed was startled by a sudden clattering from the old kitchen. Looking quickly up, but keeping a firm hold of the cursing Dhyanna, he saw the hastily-retreating figure of Marie Gonzales. His mood lightened as he had long since harboured a desire to have something to hold over the girl and this was his chance.

He returned his full attention to the Inspector who by now sounded frantic.

"Shh, Miss Inspector" Ed whispered, "The more you struggle-the longer it will take to get this hood off of you. Hush now..."

Dhyanna quietened and Ed was able to secure her wrists to the top of the rack and get her spread-eagled out on the device. "Keep very quiet now, or I will have to gag you" Ed murmered into her ear.

He removed the hood and Dhyannas flushed face peered up at him. She was red in the cheeks and Ed wondered if it was all from the confinement of the hood he now held in his hands. Her breasts rose and fell as she sucked air into her lungs and Ed admired her nipples through the near-transparent silk of her soaked blouse.

Ed stood back and surveyed the captive girl. He checked the leather straps binding her and turned to go. Dhyanna watched in amazement as Ed walked through the heavy door and turned off the lights-plunging the locker into a deep darkness.

"Now you wait, dear lady" He said. "I'll be back, so reflect carefully on how you want this to turn out"

Ed closed the door and locked it. He knew the door made a soundproof seal and was unworried by Dhyanna attempting to call for help. He pocketed the keyring and walked back out through the kitchen, intent on catching Marie at the earliest opportunity.

He made his way back towards his study but paused, pondering the open door to his hallowed chambers. Moving swiftly and silently through the door he peeked around the door and was amazed to see the figure of a pupil picking up the coffee jar from where he had placed it with his coffee-maker.
Ed screwed up his eyes, who was the girl..?

[suchaminx]

I froze as I heard the door opening

sh1t and bugger that Julie Truly must think being a look out translates into American as drop your mates in it with the Headmaster

Ok Ok Minxy, think on your feet .............crikey why did whether or not I was horizontal affect how I though - laying on my back I could think no problem but stood up - what chance did a girl have.

I turned and gave Ed Master my sweetest smile - remembering that innocent ones don't work

'Hello Sir, ummmmmm I guess you are wondering why I am here, well its like this none of the other girls would do it'

I had my fingers crossed behind my back at this stage - which was really hard as I was trying to hold the coffee jar too and didn't want to drop it- because I didn't want the other girls to think I was trying to get them into trouble.

Ed raised his eyebrows and glared at me but didn't say a word

I continued

‘Well it’s like this Sir, us girls, wanted to do well with the Inspector here, were doing some extra lessons’

I swear I saw a glimmer of a grin or was it dis-belief, but carried on regardless

‘ and well we have found something out about this coffee and its well, its well, ummmm’

‘Out with it girl’ Ed said impatiently. My mind wondered for a minute out with,,,,,,,,,mmmmmmmm. No stop it just tell him

I stumbled the following words

‘ well um, well what it, well its like this, um, well it’s just that if you drink this coffee its means you will in future have an allergic reaction to latex, spanking and rhubarb’

Phew……………I wonder if I got away with it…..

[Qmoq]

[Apologies if this doesn’t fit in with the current theme, but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to post it! It’s based on a filthy e-mail I wrote to a chum. Q xx]

The Shepherdess And The Caretaker

“I have to go now,” said Miss Gonzales, just as the party was getting into full swing, “But if you move an inch towards any woman while I’m gone, my dear Ted, you will get a kick from a Texan. And you do not want that.”

“No, ma’am,” smiled Ted, sipping on his Jim Beam before giving Miss Gonzales a passionate kiss goodnight. The girls giggled around him and promised her that they would be sure he did as she asked.

“I mean it!” snarled Miss Gonzales. “If I found that you’ve put your cock in anyone in this room, I will put a triple dose of Viagra in your tea, tie you to the bed, then toss horseshoes at you.”

In the next room, which happened to be a toilet, the shepherdess knew that this was the best chance she had to get to him. Ted’s birthday party, when he would be... well, older than her but not too old. Young enough to still give her heart flutters every time she thought of him. She had worshipped him from afar for some time, and wanted to make a good first impression, so she had sneaked into the party which Ed had graciously offered to host in the presence of all staff and pupils. She hid in the girls' toilet, then stripped naked. Knowing his attraction to such things, she attached clamps to her nipples, which were pink and perky, and she wrote "Please fuck me, Ted!" in lipstick on her stomach. Then, last of all, she put handcuffs on behind her back. There is no way that Ted could resist her now, she thought.

Unfortunately, on her way out of the toilet, two girls walked in, arm in arm with each other. They screamed with delight when they saw her and her strident message, and they wondered if they should have some fun with her first.

Fortunately for the shepherdess, they decided to present her to Ted as a present, but wanted to add a little more to her self-inflicted bondage. The taller one, Dhyanna, rushed off, returning a moment later with a clit-clamp and a ballgag, both of which she roughly applied to the poor shepherdess (“Unng! NYOWWW!”), and then the teasing began, with much squeaking and struggling as Dhyanna and the other girl, Widget, pinched and slapped at her resistance.

After about twenty minutes of tickling and touching and inserting and fingernails over her skin, Dhyanna grabbed the shepherdess by the hair, tugged her out of the toilets, and presented her before Ted.

"Wow," he said. He was dressed in only a loincloth, which was already twitching. "What have we here? What's your name?"

She remained silent, unsure of what to say.

“Sorry, I know that was a hard question,” smiled Ted. “Ok, what do you do?”

"Nyeperness!" she replied.

"Shepherdess! My my, what a delightful occupation. And what a pretty little clit-clamp you have too." He reached down and gave it a twist. "You like that?"

She could not deny it. "Mmmesss!"

"Yes, you do. Just by running my fingers over your pussylips, I can feel it getting wetter. You must really enjoy your clit being tortured by me, mustn't you?"

He then spent a few minutes grabbing, releasing, then grabbing and twisting her three clamps. Dhyanna and Widget joined in, and the shepherdess had six hands roaming her body, stroking her skin, and three pairs of lips about to kiss her.

Dhyanna whispered something to Ted, and he smiled warmly. “For no reason,” he began, “I think I shall remove my trousers and stand here with an erect penis.”

There was a polite round of applause as he did so. It was Dhyanna who then took charge. “Girls,” she snapped, “don’t just stand around gawping, help me out here!"

Four more girls joined the group. They knew what needed to be done. They lifted her up in the air, one on each leg, two holding her under the small of her back, two holding her at the top of the back, face up. When the leg-girls spread her legs open, the shepherdess realised what was about to happen. Ted was going to stand there, and the six girls were going to pull her on, and take her off his cock. And there was not a single thing that she could do about it. She could not beg them to go faster, or slower, she could wriggle, but knew that that would only upset the girls, and she felt horribly vulnerable with the three clamps on her body.

More girls came over to see - some traced fingers over her body, concentrating on the "Please fuck me, Ted!" on her stomach - others pinched and twisted any skin they could, just to watch her reaction. One or two seemed to want to pinch her nose so she spent half of the time wondering when she would next be able to breathe.

The sensation overwhelmed her, she began to buck, looking whenever she could at Ted, standing still, gazing down at her with a broad grin on his face because he was legally in the clear. When she bucked a second time, he could not stop himself thrusting gently into her, each micro-push less than an inch, but enough to make her shudder. She came gently, and his work was done. With a wave of his hand, the girls took her back to the toilets, where she was returned to the stall that contained her clothes. Her handcuffs were unlocked, and she was free to go. She cleaned herself up, and left, glad that he enjoyed his birthday present.

The end.

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales ran into her office, slamming the door. Ted, who should have been out raking leaves, looked up at her. He was stretched out on the sofa, reading the sports page of yesterday's paper.

"I need you to protect me, Ted."

Ted looked up, a confused look on his face. "You need me to protect you?"

Marie bent over, picked out a bottle of water from the small fridge near her desk, and turned to face Ted. "Yes, Ted. I believe that's what I just said. And get your shoes off my sofa."

"Sure, babe." Ted kicked his shoes off. "Why do you need me to protect you? Hell, I'm scared of you half the time."

Marie leaned against her desk. "The headmaster."

Ted's eyes widened. "The headmaster? What did you do now?"

"I didn't do anything! I just went to get a drink between classes and saw him tying up some lady in the old kitchen."

"What were you doing in the old kitchen?"

Marie blushed. Quickly, she said, "I still get lost around here. You know that. Anway. I didn't want to disturb him and when I was trying to get out without him noticing, I backed into a coat rack. I still don't know what a coat rack is doing in the old kitchen."

Ted shifted uncomfortably, hoping that the headmaster didn't find the other things he'd stashed in the old kitchen rather than putting them in the sheds as he was supposed to have done. He swung around to a sitting position and patted the sofa. Marie walked over and sat down. He put his arm around her.

"I'm sure the headmaster was just busy punishing a student. He'll forget all about it."

"It wasn't a student, Ted. I didn't recognize her."

"Really?" Ted asked excitedly. Miss Gonzales glared at him and he coughed, then, in a calmer voice, said, "Oh. Really? So...you don't know who it is? And you say he was tying her up in the old kitchen?"

"Yes, Ted. And he gave me the meanest look. I . . .oh, dear." She looked at her empty hands. "Dammit! I must have dropped Old Faithful!"

"Your crop? Your favorite crop? MY favorite crop?"

Marie sighed dejectedly. "Yes. I must have dropped it when I hit that coat rack."

Ted stood. "Don't worry about the headmaster, pet. I'm sure he'll forget all about seeing you there. And I'll even go see if I can retrieve your crop. Can't have you lose that."

Marie leaned back on the sofa and sighed. "Thanks, Ted." She looked at her watch. "Crappity doo dah. I'm supposed to be in class." She stood, opened the doors to the cabinet Ted had installed ages ago, and pulled out a flogger. Ted instinctively backed away a few steps.

Opening the door and standing back so she could leave first, Ted said, "I'm sure everything will be fine." As she walked out in front of him, Ted stared at Miss Gonzales' ass. "Yup. Just fine."

Miss Gonzales turned and kissed Ted lightly on the cheek, then turned and walked down the hall. Ted leaned in the doorway to her office and smiled, thinking, "So. . . the headmaster is tying up strange women in the old kitchen, eh? I think she'll need some attention from good old Ted Stoat." Slowly, he walked back into her office, picked up his shoes, and, with an even bigger smile, grabbed a cane from her cabinet.

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed Master frowned at suchaminx. She was clearly flustered and lying through her teeth so everything was as normal. He dismissed her with a casual wave of his hand and a mumbled, vague threat and she turned and walked quickly away; her relief tangible.

Ed sat at his desk and considered his priorities. Dhyanna wasn't going anywhere soon and Ed had the keys to the locker in his pocket, so she was safe from prying eyes-and hands and other things. He went through the events of the last hour and suddenly realised that Marie had dropped something when she had so clumsily knocked into the coat rack that Ed knew full well should have been long since stored outside.

He stood. He yawned and then made his way slowly back to the deserted kitchen. Squatting down, he peered under the kitchen units and, spotting a familiar-looking item, he reached under the base unit and pulled out an extremely wicked crop. He recognised it immediately. It was Marie's favourite implement and the dread of each and every girl in Slothlands.

Ed stood, his knees protesting as he did so and Ed swore softly. He ran the crop through his hands enjoying the feel of it against his fingers. He swung round and marched out of the kitchen pausing only to switch out the lights as he went. He turned away from his study and walked in the opposite direction towards the classroom where he knew Marie would be teaching at that time.

As he walked Ed mulled over the day in his mind. He was in a good mood as his options became clear and he was almost smiling as he arrived outside of the classroom where he could hear Marie telling the girls to pipe down and shut up. He grinned at her use of idiomatic English.

He gripped the door handle gingerly and was relieved not to receive an electric shock as he had several times previously. Marie took her practical teaching very seriously.

"Ed..Ed Master" Marie stammered as he entered. She looked at the crop he carried and her hands flew to her face. Her eyes darted from Ed's face to the crop and back.

"Miss Gonzales, I'm so very sorry to disturb you" Ed said smoothly. "But I need to know; JUST WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING SPYING ON ME?!"

Marie jumped as Ed seldom raised his voice. The girls froze and stared at Ed in shock. Ed held the crop in both hands and bent it into a bow and watched Marie following his movements like a hypnotised rabbit.

"I, er, that is I..." she tailed off, dismally aware that she had been caught and was about to suffer the consequences.

[maddie]

One of the girls giggled. Miss Gonzales raised her chin, narrowed her eyes, and said, tersely, "Headmaster. I am in the middle of a lesson. I must insist you leave the room so I may finish."

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed's jaw dropped and he stood there stunned. Gradually his colour rose and a vein in his neck stood out. Marie caught her breath. "Oh Christ-on-a-bike" she thought to herself, "That was the last thing you should have said you fool!"

"What did you just say to me?" Ed spoke softly but his voice carried to all the girls in the room, most of whom promptly wet themselves a little.

Marie shuffled from one foot to the other and looked down, one hand still at her mouth and the other instinctively going around to cover her bum. She kept her head lowered but peered up at Ed through raised eyes. The effect was powerful and Ed knew that he had his chance.

"I ask little of my staff." Ed purred, thoroughly enjoying himself, "But you" he pointed at Marie with the crop, "Have gone too far. Oh yes. Much too far!"

Marie's heart speeded up. She felt the heat in her cheeks and silently railed against being so revealing of her feelings in front of the class. She watched as Ed took her chair and placed in front of the class with its seat facing away from them. She knew what was coming her hand clenched the seat of her short skirt in anticipation.

"All right then, Miss" Ed stood to one side and gestured to Marie.

"Assume the time-honoured position please". He moved to the side.

Marie stumbled slowly forward and bent over the back of the chair and placed her hands flat on it's seat. Her actions caused the short skirt to rise up and show the tops of her stockings. Ed tucked the crop under one arm and tugged on the hem of the skirt, raising it and turning it back across her bent form. The girls in the class remained glued to their seats, their eyes fixed on the tiny transparent panties that did little to hide Marie from their looks.

Ed savoured the moment. It was better than his warped imagination could have asked for, a perv's dream come true. Oh! How he loved his job!

"I think that 12 strokes will suffice. You will, of course, count each one"

"Yes Headmaster. I shall receive 12 strokes. I shall count each one and be grateful. Thank you Headmaster."

Ed's eyebrows rose. Ted must have been taking private classes, he thought.

Ed raised the crop. He surveyed the luscious bottom before him and took aim.

"Crack" The crop whistled through the air and landed dead centre. There was a moment of silence..

"OH SHIT!" Marie wailed and wriggled but her hands stayed flat."One, thank you Sir!"

Ed grinned. The crop had bitten hard and an angry red mark blossomed on Maries rear under the thin white panties. Ed decided to leave them in place. They served no practical purpose, besides which the contrast of the white and red looked appealing to him.

He swung again; again and again.

Marie wept and hissed through her gritted teeth, but credit due, stayed in place and counted: "Two, thank you Sir; Three, thank you Sir..."

Tha girls in the class looked at one another. cariad smirked at suchaminx who had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Ed Master was clearly really very good at this bottom-warming lark and she imagined what it must feel like to be on the receiving end. cariad was thinking much the same about her friend and wondered if Ed had gone for suchaminx's lie?

Marie was thinking that she wished it was all over. Her arse was afire and her thin panties were even more transparent where she was wetting them. She knew she would be unable to sit for a few days as Ed was not holding back and demonstrated a powerful forehand stroke.

Ed continued to strike. "By God" He thought, "This is one hell of a crop!"

He watched at the unfortunate Marie's behind turning an angry deep red, the overall colour indispersed with purple welts where the tongue of the crop had struck deeper. The colourful show peeked out at him through the seat of the panties and Ed admired the effect.

"CRACK" "OWW!! Damn! Bugger! Shit! Eleven! Thank you Sir! OHH!" Marie shook as she tried her best not to move. Ed hesitated and gently stroked the crop over her bum. Marie pushed against the crop's caress, hating herself for loving the feelings in her groin.

"Hmm. One left." Ed spoke very softly. "Think again before spying. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y..yes Headmaster. Crystal clear"

Ed took aim for the last time. He pulled his arm back, way back and swung with his full strength. There was an almighty "CRACK" and Marie finally gave way. Her knees buckled and her hands flew to soothe her flame-red arse.

"Twelve SIR! Thank you SIR! Can I go now SIR?"

Ed took ahold of Marie and straightened her up. He stood her in front of the class and looked at the girls before him.

"This is what can happen to any one of you!" He said this looking straight at suchaminx who suddenly found a small discolouration on her desk to be fascinating...

[MJs dhyanna]

Dhyanna trembled in the darkness and wondered what was to happen to her. She had been called names a few times in her line of work but never physically manhandled and, if the truth be known, she had loved it. But now in the cold, dark room she was begining to think maybe Ed had more sinister things in store for her. She moaned softly and decided against calling for help again. She needed to save her strength...but for what she had no way of knowing.

[maddie]

Miss Gonzales watched as the Headmaster abruptly turned and stormed out of the classroom. Slowly, with a much dignity as she could muster, she stood and faced her class.

"Class dismissed." She turned her back to the students and made a concerted effort to thoroughly erase the board.

The students looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. Julie-Truly grabbed her books and bolted with Mina not far behind. Cariad and Suchaminx were slower to gather their things and leave. Cariad paused as they walked toward the door and opened her mouth, but Suchaminx tugged on her sleeve and nodded toward the door. Cariad nodded and followed Suchaminx out the door.

When the door closed, Miss Gonzales' shoulders drooped a bit and she closed her eyes. She rested her head against the cool of the chalkboard for a moment, then turned to gather her things. She knew she'd need to get some ointment on the welts soon.

She scanned her desk, then the rest of the room. Slamming her hand on her desk in frustration, she exclaimed, "He didn't even have the courtesy to leave my crop!"

[Widget]

I have been away for a week camping across the lake over at the boy’s academy for a little R & R. Boy I needed the rest after that little party last week and Ted Stoats secretary lessons. I still can’t believe that man is a teacher but man he makes learning very interesting.

The school has been unusually silent today. Normally I can attribute this to some Silent Sam and tonic as it makes every thing smoother but something was in the air today. Miss Gonzales was no where to be seen at all and the headmaster was also curiously absent.

For a change I was grateful not to have met anyone in the corridors because I had to sneak back in due to my unexplained absence. I was pretty sure no one would notice because I had sent in a note from my Great Grammy Ethel calling me home for a few days due to the death of Uncle Hedwig. I figured I was covered. I had also paper clipped a twenty to the note just to encourage no further questions.

I was sneaking through the kitchen when I decided I needed some more ice for my afternoon martinis. The ice machine upstairs has not worked since I got here, when I had opened the door to the ice machine a pile of assorted corsets and latex body suits had fallen out. I would have expected more from a school of this caliber.

I scooped up a bucket full of ice, grabbed the chocolate ice cream and headed to the dorm to find out what had been going on while I was relaxing.

[Uncle_Ed]

Ed whistled softly to himself as he walked slowly back towards the old kitchen. He had enjoyed humiliating Marie in front of her class and it had done his own reputation no harm, either. Some of the girls had looked downright frightened.

He carried Marie's crop in his hands and his hands were clasped loosely behind his back. Anyone seeing him would have remarked on his cheerful expression.

He put the crop to one side once he reached the kitchen and fully expected it to disappear once he had gone into the meat-locker.

Ed found the keyring in his pocket and unlocked the door, pausing before entering only to switch on the lights. He blinked in the cold glare and looked down at Dhyanna's bound form. He smiled slowly.

Dhyanna looked back at Ed. He could see the look in her eyes that gave her away. Instead of being scared now she was clearly intrigued by her helplessness. Ed was pleased but determined to find out who it was exactly that had prompted Dhyanna to attempt to damage the Slothlands reputation.

He walked over to a work surface and lifted the hinge on a wooden crate.

"Hmm. This looks as though I could use it" Ed said, lifting out a complicated device. He studied it with a puzzled frown on his face and examined several components. Dhyanna remained silent as she also regarded the odd-looking apparatus.

Ed read out loud; "Attach sensors to...hmm. Insert plug...yes. Switch on pump and check suction. Clip electrodes-well I never! Thats a good idea"

Dhyanna listened with increasing excitement and dread. The convoluted tubes and coiled wires looked menacing and Ed clearly had grasped their significance.

He turned to Dhyanna and spoke. "Well, Miss Inspector. Will you tell me now who is really behind all this nonsense-or do I get to have some fun?"