KEEL SCHOOL By Tommy Part 1 David stepped off the gleaming white yacht onto the gangplank and wiped his brow, his other hand clutching the rail as the boat rose and fell on the waves. Through a gap in the trees he saw a large black car waiting. "You okay?" The words came from a dark-skinned man grinning at him from the deck. "Crossing was a bit rough, eh?" David laughed. "Yeah, pretty rough!" He looked around him. The beach seemed to go on forever. "Do you make the crossing every day?" The man shook his head. "There's a supply ship comes once a week, but they don't get many visitors here. The island's private you know. Mr Keel doesn't like tourists." The reference to the man who was to be his boss made David check his watch, then look at the waiting car. The tall black driver had got out and was walking towards him. "Take your bags sir?" The driver smiled displaying large gleaming teeth. David nodded and followed him, waving goodbye to the others on the boat. The car was air-conditioned and David slumped back in the large deep seat at the back and yawned. He looked through the window at the line of trees along the road. For a Caribbean island, the vegetation looked remarkably European, and made him remember his childhood on the south coast of England. He felt the car slow down and saw a large gate opening. This must be the school. His eyes widened. He knew the Caribbean islands contained many old mansions built during the colonial times, but this one was remarkable! A long gravel drive passed through well-manicured lawns and flowerbeds, their deep green hue suggesting an abundance of fresh water not found on most islands. Small groups of young girls were scattered around; some sat under tall oak trees, others walking and playing. Obviously he'd arrived during break. He saw a tall girl waving to a friend standing close to where the car stopped. She was throwing a tennis ball to her. David looked closely at the girl only ten feet away and grunted with satisfaction. Their uniforms were simple but smart and looked expensive. A white blouse with a gold logo on the front, short blue skirts, white socks and brown leather sandals. With the climate they had, there was clearly no need for anything more. David got out the car and saw a tall grey haired lady standing at the main door. She waved. "Mr Trent? So pleased to meet you. Welcome to Keel School." Another shout from one of the girls. David turned and saw ball land about five feet short, rolling along the grass to where the young girl was standing. He watched her bend down to pick it up and gasped. The girl had no underwear on! Her short skirt had ridden up, exposing quite a large bare bottom. He shook the lady's hand. She didn't seem to have noticed his reaction and smiled warmly. "I'm Marjorie Keel, Tom's sister" she explained, leading him into the house. "My brother's a bit busy at the moment, but he'll be down to see you in about an hour." David saw his luggage being taken upstairs and followed her on a tour of the mansion, occasionally meeting other teachers and children on their way to classrooms. He wondered just why exactly Mr Keel had chosen him out of the other applicants. A private school situated on a Caribbean island? There must have been hundreds of young teachers who'd applied. He remembered reading the information sent to him a few months previously. He knew that Mr Keel owned the island and as far as he knew, the school had also been his idea. Officially a charity, the school took only orphaned girls from around the world. Miss Keel seemed to read his thoughts. "Tom was most impressed by your curriculum vitae, you know. The referees you gave spoke very highly of you, and also the er... the unofficial ones!" David looked confused. "Sorry?" She laughed. "Oh, Tom has contacts everywhere. Just about every school and teacher training college. He called your old school and talked to one of your professors. Apparently, John Brice and Tom are old friends. He takes staff recruitment very seriously you know!" David's heart seemed to stop for a second and he felt the colour leave his cheeks. Not John Brice? Please! But... He felt his head spin. Surely, if they'd talked to John and... and he'd still got the job, then..." Marjorie saw his reaction and sighed. She patted his arm. "Relax David. You're safe here. Very safe!" David saw the look in her eyes and blushed, his mouth falling open. Just what was going on? *** Tom Keel poured another whisky and handed it to David. "Glad you like the school. Did Marjorie show you the new science labs?" David nodded, hoping he wasn't looking too nervous. Miss Keel had left an hour ago. Mr Keel's study was filled with ancient mahogany furniture, one wall entirely taken up with books, an old grandfather clock ticking quietly. He sipped his whisky slowly, thankful for the calming effect of the alcohol. How he needed it! "You've met some of the girls as well. That's good. Pretty little things aren't they?" David looked up. The way Mr Keel had said it, sounded.... "Yes, er.. how many are there now?" Tom scratched his head. "One hundred and five at the moment. Split into seven classes - ages nine through to sixteen, though we're pretty flexible here. Class sizes vary considerably depending on the age and ability. When they reach sixteen, we find them places in other private schools." David saw his host take a deep breath and purse his lips as if trying to decide something. "Okay David, I'll be honest with you." He leant back in the soft armchair and sighed deeply. "I know your old professor John Brice very well. Very well indeed." David swallowed and tried to control his heart rate. No, no! Oh shit! Oh please... Tom laughed and shook his head. "First things first. John Brice told me exactly what you did during your training period. As you're aware, you were very lucky in being discovered by someone who shared the same..er..the same interests, hmm?" David felt as though the ground would swallow him up. "Calm down David!" Tom spoke sharply. His features relaxed and he smiled. "The truth is David, you're exactly the person I need for this school. You see, I have certain ideas about how young ladies should be raised and quite honestly, I think you'll fit in here very nicely." David felt light headed. Was this happening? Not a dream? He remembered his teacher training. Professor Brice had followed him closely throughout the teaching practice. A small girls school in Scotland. Put in charge of classes and dormitories after only a few days. The tension, unbelievable frustration he'd felt. The exhilaration he'd felt when spanking a girl for the first time, the disbelief on being handed a leather tawse by the old headmistress and told 'to use it!'. At first he'd kept himself under control. Supervising groups of young girls in the bathroom had been hell. Thankfully they'd been far too innocent to notice the obscene bulge in his trousers or the way his hand spent so long washing their private parts. Well, most girls anyway! He still remembered the look in one girl's eyes, a sweet blond little twelve year old, grabbing his soapy arm as he removed his hand, pressing it back between her legs, eyes glazing as his finger teased her aching clitoris. Had he had any inkling that Professor Brice had been keeping a close eye on him, he'd have stopped immediately. Over the twelve months, David had become bolder. Suspecting nothing, the other teachers had been overjoyed at his offers to help. By the end of the training period, he had his lists of favourites. The prettiest girls, the biggest bottoms, the nicest bums for spanking, best bums for the tawse, the plumpest pussies, most sensitive clits, the lists were endless. It was in the last month that it happened! He still remembered the feeling of pure terror when the bathroom door had suddenly opened to reveal John Brice shaking his head and grinning. Having not realized that the doors could be easily unlocked from the outside - a necessary safety feature - David had been standing at the edge of the bath, trousers round his ankles while a certain eleven year old girl - one of his favourites - had been performing what appeared to be a very professional blowjob. "John Brice and I studied together many years ago" continued Tom. "He's told me all about you." David blinked and tried to clear his mind. "I..I..I mean..er..what exactly..er.." "Well basically David, you'll be expected to teach the syllabus to all the girls, filling in wherever you can, giving the other teachers a hand when needed, getting experience of the whole school." Tom checked that he had David's attention. "Discipline is very strict here. Provided you don't go too far, you can organize your own system. I find that most teachers have their own favourite methods and you'll find a well stocked storeroom downstairs with a wide variety of implements at your disposal. Anyway, I'm sure the others will fill you in." He took another sip of whisky. David seemed to be calmer now. "Of course, for very minor misdemeanours, you can give lines, detentions and so on, but quite frankly, it's a waste of time. Besides, it's not nearly as much fun is it?" David stared at him in amazement. "Er..I..I suppose not. I mean..." "The girls here are not very academic" Tom continued. "When we select girls for the school, we're not really interested in their brains!" He chuckled quietly. "Oh, and we're strict about the uniform too. All girls have responsibility for keeping their clothes clean and tidy. There is a laundry next to the garages and every girl learns how to use it." He paused. "You may have noticed that the girls here don't have any underwear." David blushed and Tom nodded. "The fact is that knickers are totally unnecessary here. The climate is a lot warmer than in the UK. Knickers are unhygienic and of course, they add to the laundry. I admit that most girls are quite embarrassed when they first arrive, but they soon get used to it. The exception to this rule is when an older girl has her period and needs to use a sanitary towel. They ask a teacher for the key to the storeroom and borrow a red thong. At the end of their period, they return the washed thong for inspection and put it back." He shrugged. "We take hygiene very seriously here, David. In this climate we have to! Strict discipline and frequent hygiene inspections ensure the girls are kept spotlessly clean. As soon as their pubic hair starts growing, we issue a razor and tell them to use it. The result? No headlice, no pubic lice, no fungal infections and almost no illness whatsoever! Showers and baths are supervised and you will be expected to ensure that every part of their body has been washed thoroughly with hot soapy water! No exception!" David saw the twinkle in Tom's eye and grinned. He still could hardly believe what he was hearing! "Most of the other rules and things I'm sure you'll pick up from the others. Just one thing I should mention though is sexual activity." He saw David tense and laughed. "I'm talking about 'their' sexual activity, self-abuse, masturbation or whatever you want to call it. The fact is that we don't pretend it doesn't happen. Young girls will always want to explore their bodies and we'd be rather stupid if we didn't accept it. However, in this school we have strict rules about this. We don't ban it, rather we control it!" He saw the look of incredulity on David's face and laughed. "About five years ago, we decided to introduce a twenty minute period just before their evening shower for..er.. self-exploration or 'tingle time' as the girls call it. The exact nature of these sessions depends on the teacher in charge at that time, but the rules are that each girl should achieve orgasm, either by themselves or with help from their teacher." He sighed. "It may seem strange David, but it honestly does improve behaviour. The girls are calmer and they concentrate on their studies more." David nodded and crossed his legs, hoping that his erection wasn't too obvious. "You'll no doubt find your own way of handling this" said Tom, "but if I can give you a bit of advice, the younger girls need more time and help, whereas the ...er..more experienced girls require only a few seconds. It's made absolutely clear to all girls that this is compulsory. It is also the only time they are permitted to become aroused and any signs of arousal at other times will be punished!" He paused. "It's all about learning self- control. How you go about monitoring this yourself is up to you, but I cannot stress how important it is!" He stood up and looked at the clock. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of." David saw him pick up a small bell on his desk and ring it. "Melanie will show you to your room" he said as the door opened. "I hope you'll be comfortable there." David looked round. The girl couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen. His first impression was that the girl was African, but her golden skin and face suggested a mixed parentage. No matter. She was incredibly pretty! Her pigtails, cheeky expression and school uniform made David stop and blink. "Melanie is one of our youngest prefects and I have allowed her to be your personal maid for the next week or so" explained Tom, beckoning the little girl closer. David looked confused. Tom explained. "Melanie is one of our best behaved pupils and has been given permission to miss lessons for a while. During this time she will help you settle in, guide you round the school, attend to your every desire, keep your room clean, answer all your questions and... well...well... basically show you what you have to do." He smiled at the young girl, standing quietly, hands by her sides, large dark eyes looking at David. "You understand, Melanie?" The girl curtsied and nodded, blushing slightly, her eyes on the floor. "Yes sir." "So, see you at dinner tonight. Half past seven please. Melanie will show you where. Dress is very relaxed normally, but for dinner, we insist on smart dress." He winked at David. "Meaning jacket and tie!" David felt a small hand take his and followed the girl out of the room. "Please sir, your room is up here" she said, leading him up the wide stairs. On the fourth floor, she led him along a corridor and opened a door. "Please sir, your room." By room, David had imagined a hotel-style single room. He certainly hadn't expected the elaborate and well decorated suite that awaited him. A spacious sitting room with a small kitchen area with large fridge and table. Through a door he found a most luxurious bedroom with ensuite bathroom. The French windows in his bedroom opened onto a large south facing balcony. He stopped in his tracks and turned around a few times. A room? This was luxury! "If you please sir, I think your cases have been unpacked and your clothes are in the wardrobes" said Melanie quietly. David opened the wardrobes to check, then explored the rest of the apartment. This was amazing! He yawned and stretched. "Right, I need a shower" He smiled at the girl. "Will I see you later?" Melanie looked confused. "Sorry sir?" "I mean, will you be back later?" He saw the girl look down and then up, as if thinking quickly. "Please sir, Mr Keel said I am to be your personal maid, sir." Her accent seemed to David rather American, but with a touch of French. Bizarre! David stroked her hair and laughed. "Sorry Melanie, I think you have a lot to teach me. What do you mean?" "Please sir, Mr Keel made me your maid sir. That means I have to stay with you all the time sir." She bit her lip and looked a little embarrassed. "I mean sir.. that is sir... I mean....unless you tell me to go sir." The penny dropped and David nodded, wondering if it were all a dream. Just please don't let him wake up! "Well, er, okay..well I really need to take a shower and.. everything" he said at last. "Okay?" Melanie bowed slightly. "Yes sir." She paused. "Should I come with you sir?" "What?" "Do you want me in the shower with you sir?" This was too much for his brain to cope with. In the shower with him...? "Er...I...no, not at the moment. I.." He shut the door and locked it. Ten minutes later he opened the door, clad in a soft cotton bathrobe he'd found hanging on the back of the door. Oh, he'd needed that! The girl was standing in front of one of the wardrobes, re-hanging some of his clothes and checking the creases in the trousers. She looked round shyly. David sighed and combed his hair. "Right Melanie, you have to remember that I'm new here, okay, so you have to explain everything to me. Sometimes, quite slowly! Okay?" He laughed. Melanie nodded. "Yes sir." David's eyes ran over her white blouse. The thin white cotton was just tight enough to outline her small budding breasts. As for her skirt, it only just covered her thighs. He remembered the girl bending over in the garden and shivered. He wiped his brow. "Please sir, can I get you something to drink?" "Er..yes. Juice or whatever's in the fridge, please." The girl trotted out to the sitting room and David quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and teashirt. He had a few hours to relax before dinner. Through the windows he could see a line of trees in the distance, possibly where the beach was. He stretched. Oh yes, this was the life. "Please sir." He took the tall glass of orange juice from the girl and drained it in one. Shouldn't have had those whiskies earlier! "Please sir, do you wish to inspect me now?" David sat on the edge of the bed and looked up. Melanie was biting her lip, looking slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, what? What do you mean, inspect?" The girl looked momentarily confused. "I mean... I mean inspect sir. I mean..." David sighed. "Look Melanie, I've already told you that I'm completely new, so you have to explain everything very carefully. Let's start at the beginning. Right from the start! Okay?" The girl nodded and stood right in front of him. "Please sir, we have to be inspected every day. I mean... to make sure we're clean and.. and...well sir...Mr Keel said..." "Okay, okay!" David shrugged. "Tell you what. Show me exactly what I have to do, nice and slowly. Okay? So where do we start?" Despite her golden skin, David could see a reddish hue in her cheeks. "Well sir...I ..I mean...you have to check my hair sir. Then my ears, toes and ..." "Okay" David laughed. "Come on then!" She slipped off her sandals and put them carefully under the table. Her hair was very dark brown, almost black and its softness indicated liberal applications of conditioner. "Hmm, nice smell" said David jokingly. "Strawberries?" "Yes sir." Melanie stood obediently while he checked her hair, then ears and neck. "I'm in Strawberry house sir." "Er, what does that have to do with the strawberry smell?" asked David, intrigued. Melanie tilted her head to one side to let him look behind her ears. "Oh, it means that all my shampoos and creams and ..things.. have to smell of strawberries sir." "Fascinating!" He stroked her hair. "Okay, everything here seems to be fine. So what next?" Melanie swallowed and looked down. "Now...now my top sir...I mean...my arms and..." "Okay. Show me what we do!" David tried to keep his voice light. His eyes opened wider as he saw her small fingers undo the buttons down her front. She removed her blouse, folded it neatly and placed it on the bedside table. Her eyes met his and she blushed. David smiled and forced his eyes away from her tiny breasts. "Under my arms sir, here I mean and..." She lifted her hands above her head and David smelt the same aroma as before. "Hmm, strawberry deodorant!" he said, tickling her playfully under the arm. She laughed and lowered her hands. "Wel, it all looks very nice" said David quietly. He touched her shoulders lightly and turned her round. Her back was like silk with no blemishes, moles or spots of any kind. He ran his hand down her spine and turned her round so she was facing him. "Am I supposed to check these as well?" asked David softly. He stroked her left nipple very gently with his finger and felt her flinch. As he knew it would, her nipple stiffened slightly. "I...I Yes sir, I mean... if you wish to sir." David touched her cheek and then kissed her nose. Shit! Such a sweet girl! "So is that it, or am I supposed to check anything else?" He had a pretty good idea what was coming, but wanted to hear her say it." "Yes sir" she whispered. Her fingers fumbled with the elasticated waist band of her skirt and David held his breath. Slowly she pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it, avoiding his eyes, her cheeks now a deep red. "You have to inspect my bottom and.. and my peepee sir." David felt his heart beat faster and took a deep breath. Keep calm. Must stay calm! "Er.. yes of course. Good idea" he said, trying to sound as if it were something he did every day. "So show me how the teachers here inspect your bottom." Melanie looked down, then glanced sideways at him. "Usually like this sir." The young girl turned and touched her toes, thrusting her provocative pert buttocks up towards him. David felt as though his cock would burst. He whistled softly and spoke quietly, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "Well your bottom looks very nice to me, Melanie. Very nice indeed." He licked his lips. "Perhaps it would be best if you open your legs a little wider though." The girl obeyed and David was treated to the beautiful sight of her small pussy peeping cheekily from between her thighs. "I suppose I just have to have a quick peek here as well and...." He parted her buttocks to fully expose her small puckered anus. "I expect that this is what I have to do, is it?" "Yes sir." "Good. Well everything looks very clean." Melanie stood up. David shook his head. Whether it was the shower, the whiskies or the subconscious realization of his situation, he couldn't tell, but a cool breeze from the window seemed to wake him up. He grinned at the little girl's back, a gleam in his eye. "Did I say that you could stand up?" he asked sharply. To his immense satisfaction, the girl resumed her position in a second. "Please sir, I'm sorry sir!" David stood up. "I'll just put this towel back in the bathroom." He went to the door and looked back, reveling in the sight of the small naked girl, seemingly so subservient. His balls cried for relief and he groaned, quickly rearranging the front of his shorts to hide his erection. He returned the bed and sat down. "Okay, stand up!" She turned round and stood obediently before him, her hands by her sides. "You'll have to excuse me Melanie but some of the words you use here are new to me. You said your bottom and peepee. What on earth is a peepee?" The look of embarrassment on her face made him smile. He knew damn well what it meant but wanted to hear her tell him. "Please sir, it's ...it's..this sir" She waved her hand over her groin. "Oh good" said David, nodding. "I thought it might be. It's very important to inspect this, isn't it!" "Yes sir." Melanie held her breath. The man's tone had changed. "How do most teachers inspect it Melanie?" The girl looked down. "I..Well..sometimes like this sir." She moved her feet wide apart and put her hands on her head. "I mean..that's what Mr Grieves and Miss Keel like and.. David nodded and breathed deeply. Mustn't show his excitement. He shook his head and tapped the bed next to him. "No, I think I'd prefer you here. Next to me. Come on." Melanie jumped on the bed and lay down with her legs across his lap. David pushed her legs up a bit. "Okay, lift them back. Put your hands behind your knees. That's right. Further apart. Good girl!" He avoided her eyes for the moment. What a humiliating position! He took a pillow and slid it under her, raising her bottom higher. "I talked to Miss Keel today about inspecting this part" lied David. He looked down at the girl's plump pussy lips and saw the small clitoris hood peeping at him. "I'm sure you know how important it is, don't you?" Melanie bit her lip and nodded. "Yes sir." He felt her cheeks burn. She was used to the inspections and most teachers performed them quickly, being anxious to take more time with the older girls. But this man was a stranger and... She felt the man's fingers gently push her pussy lips apart and gasped. David smelt strawberries again and chuckled. They thought of everything! "It looks a little red here" he said quietly. "It's not sore is it?" "No sir. I don't think so sir." She felt his fingers everywhere. They moved higher and she bit her lip. Please! Mustn't disgrace herself! One reason she'd been made a prefect was her self-control as Mr Keel called it. The punishment for failure was painful and besides, tingle time would be in a few hours and... A finger nudged her little button and she swallowed nervously. To her consternation, the finger stayed there. "Hmm, looks a little sore just here" said David. He felt he was floating. This was pure ecstasy! He ran his finger around her tiny clitoris. Images from his teacher training returned. Oh yes, he remembered how to do it! He looked down at her bottom. "I thought this looked a little sore too actually." He slid his other hand between the girl's buttocks and stroked her anus. He took a deep breath. Melanie was far too young to know about erogenous zones. He felt her buttocks tighten and saw her eyes widen. His finger nail flicked her clitoris gently back and forth for about five seconds. David grinned. Melanie opened her mouth but was too scared to speak. The man had stopped inspecting her button but it was too late. She felt tears of shame appear in her eyes. "Well, everything seems to be fine here" he said, patting her pussy and smiling. "Though, wait a second! What....." Try as she might, Melanie had not been able to stop the delicious tingling feeling in time. Like all young girls, this had an immediate effect and she was powerless to stop it. Not nearly enough to bring her to orgasm, nevertheless it was more than enough to start the juices flowing. "David frowned and pretended to be shocked. "Melanie, what is the meaning of this? Why is your peepee suddenly so wet?" The distraught girl avoided his eyes. "Please sir...I'm sorry...please sir ...I.." "I think I understand." He sighed loudly and stood up. "You may go to the bathroom and wash yourself. Now!" The girl rolled quickly off the bed and ran to the bathroom, tears running down her cheeks. David sat back down on the bed, a gleam in his eyes and waited for her to return. He took her hands in his and smiled sadly at her look of fear and apprehension. "I'm sorry Melanie, but I'm quite shocked at this terrible lack of self- control. It's not acceptable, is it?" The girl shook her head slowly, all embarrassment at being naked gone, replaced with shame and unease at what she knew was waiting for her. To have done this in front of a new teacher, her as a prefect, on her first inspection was....! Miss Keel would be furious! "What is the punishment for this?" asked David. Melanie shivered. "Please sir...Miss...Miss Keel will punish me, sir." She looked down and a tear fell onto the floor. "How will she punish you?" "Please sir, she will punish my... my peepee sir." "How?" "On Saturday morning sir. That's when she... I mean... the time when she deals with girls who... I mean..." David nodded. "You mean she whips your peepee?" he asked, trying to hide his excitement. "With what?" Melanie sniffed and looked at the floor, a picture of misery. Three times already over the past year she'd had to visit Miss Keel's Saturday morning punishment sessions for failing an arousal test. Joining the line of girls waiting their turn, clambering onto the table, two girls holding her legs well apart while Miss Keel whipped her most sensitive place, the soft leather strap occasionally falling right in the centre! "It depends sir. Maybe a .... a ...a strap or sometimes..a martinet sir but...please sir...I'm a prefect sir and Miss Keel will be so...so angry sir and...." She sobbed quietly, remembering what had happened to the last prefect who'd embarrassed Miss Keel. The punishment this time carried out in front of the whole school, as an example of what happened to girls who failed to exert enough self-control. David kept her small hands in his left one and reached down, lightly running the back of his hand over her pussy. "Well, perhaps it would be best not to say anything to Miss Keel, hmm?" Melanie looked up, confused. She had misheard surely? The rules were clear. Teachers at the school were so strict. But.. "I know you deserve to be punished Melanie, and you will be, but it doesn't necessarily have to be Miss Keel who punishes you, does it?" The little girl blinked and swallowed nervously, sniffing back some tears. "I...I don't know sir. I..." She felt his hand press against her pussy and looked down. Surely he wouldn't do another test! His finger was stroking her slit. It felt nice, so nice, but... David laughed. "The thing is Melanie, that although I think you should be punished, I do not like the idea of you having your peepee whipped. So what do we do Melanie. Either I decide on the best course of action myself, or we go straight to see Miss Keel. You have five seconds to decide or..." "Please sir, can you do it sir, .... Please sir!" Melanie grasped at the chance of avoiding a meeting with Miss Keel. Anything but that. Anything! "Okay Melanie, I will not say anything to Miss Keel. That's a promise!" He saw the relief in her eyes and smiled. "I think that Miss Keel is absolutely correct in applying her own methods of punishment, but since you are my maid, I will use more traditional methods. I intend to give you a very sore bottom. Is that clear?" Melanie nodded, a shy smile on her lips. "Yes sir. Thank you sir." She could barely contain her joy at avoiding what she was sure would be a most painful and embarrassing whipping, no doubt in front of the school, followed by another painful meeting with Mr Keel during which she'd be sure to lose her status as prefect. "From now on, I insist on keeping a very close eye on you Melanie! I will be inspecting you many times during the day!" His finger edged deeper between her pussy lips. "Okay?" The girl bit her lip. She nodded. "Yes sir." "Good. Now then..." He looked around the room. "Hmm, perhaps I should ask Miss Keel if she can lend me a strap or something..or.." Melanie looked at him in horror, then turned and pointed to a thin cupboard in the corner. "P..Please sir in that cupboard there sir..look.." She skipped over and swung the door open. David stood and followed. At the top was a short rail from which hung two thin canes. At the side were shelves on which were placed a small collection of various implements found in private schools all over the world. A well worn black gymshoe, a short leather strap, a shiny wooden paddle with three holes drilled through and a Scottish tawse, which David recognised at once. "Hmm, what a nice collection" he said, running his hand down the shorter of the two canes. He took it out and swished it through the air, enjoying the look of apprehension on the girl's face. A real cane! He'd always wanted to use one of these! He pointed to the middle of the bedroom. "Bend over, Melanie!" The young girl obeyed immediately, still grateful for not having been reported to the dreaded Miss Keel, yet scared of the cane in the man's hand. David bent the cane almost double and looked at the girl's pert bottom before him. Hmm, maybe best not to lay it on too hard? He wasn't experienced in the use of corporal punishment here, and besides, he didn't want to overdo it! The first stroke fell across the top of the girl's legs and she yelped, though more at the shock than any pain. David shook his head. Shit! Not as easy as he'd thought. Obviously he needed some practice! The second stroke fell right in the middle of her bottom and he grunted with satisfaction as the girl squealed. She wriggled slightly, the sight of her gyrating buttocks bringing David's cock close to bursting point. "Owww! Oww!" Melanie grit her teeth and grasped her ankles firmly, thrusting her bottom out as much as possible. The teachers liked this! If truth were known, it wasn't so much the pain as the type of implement being used. She was far more used to teachers using hand, paddles and slippers. The cane was generally used for the older girls. "Oooo sir! Owww!" The third stroke fell across the second one. David felt his head spinning. This was fantastic! But.... "Okay Melanie, you may stand up!" Melanie obeyed, a puzzled look on her face. Most teachers continued till the tears started and quite a few continued carried on far longer. Like the other girls, Melanie had become expert at judging when to turn on the tears and start the even louder begging cries for the punishment to stop. Of course it didn't always work. Some teachers seemed to have a sixth sense! But this new teacher had stopped after only three fairly light strokes. David handed her the cane and ordered her to put it back. "I think, Melanie" he started slowly, as if thinking deeply. "I think that since I have never had to use a cane before, and since you are to remain in my service for a while, I will postpone the rest of your punishment for now." The look of bewilderment on her face made him smile. Mr Keel hadn't been joking. The girls were not exactly the brightest specimens. "I mean, Melanie, that I haven't finished! I will give the rest of the strokes over the next few days. I really have to practise! Okay?" "Er...Yes....yes sir...thank you sir!" Melanie understood. He looked at his watch. "Half past six already? Gosh, I feel like another shower, then I have to sort out something to wear and..." Melanie held up her hand, looking worried. "Please sir...please sir, we .. I mean the girls... we have our dinner now. Please may I go..please sir!" "Okay." David laughed. "Better get dressed quickly!" He watched as the girl cast a sideways glanced at him and put her skirt back on, followed by her blouse and sandals. She curtsied and ran out of the room. David couldn't wait any longer. He definitely needed another shower, but before that he really had to take care of another even more pressing need. He looked down at his cock pushing his shorts out to breaking point. Shouldn't take too long! *** Dinner was a very civilized affair and within a few minutes David was made to feel at home. His qualms at having to wear a suit and tie in such a climate were dispelled when he felt the air conditioning and had to listen politely while Mr Keel explained about their extensive arrays of solar panels that allowed them such luxuries at very little cost. After the obligatory few minutes of polite conversation that every newcomer faces, he found himself talking to the red faced man sitting next to him. Apart from Miss Keel, there was only one other female present, a rather prim looking lady who he gathered from the introductions was a Miss Hargreaves. From the look she'd given him when he entered, he had the impression that her demeanour hid a great many vices. "So Dave, how ya like the school? Good enough for you?" Bill was, so David reckoned, probably ten years older than him, about thirty five. "Oh..yes! Very nice. Everyone's been so kind!" "Yep, I bet they have!" Bill laughed and took another spoonful of the potato salad. The accent was definitely American and the pleasant relaxed style suggested a southern state. "Er...you're from Texas?" asked David, smiling. The man seemed friendly. "What an insult! South Carolina, thank you very much!" replied Bill, looking hurt. He laughed. "Nah, just kidding. Guess you're a Brit, right?" "Yes, how on earth did you know?" asked David jokingly, doing a very good impression of a British 1950s television announcer. Bill's eyes twinkled. "This is a great school Dave. You're gonna enjoy yourself here!" David nodded. "Yes, I can see that." He felt a large hand pat his back. "So, Dave, a few words of advice." "Sorry?" Bill grinned and winked. "Come on Dave" he whispered. "Old Keel doesn't allow anybody here he hasn't already checked out. So cut the crap and smell the coffee!" David nodded and leant back in his chair. "Okay!" "Right Dave!" Bill took a small sip from the wine glass in front of him. "So basically, just enjoy yourself! Use your common sense. Any questions, any problems, just ask. Okay?" "Thanks. I will. Promise!" A large black man took their plates. David thanked him and watched while a young girl put dishes in front of them. "See this one?" Bill was nudging David. "This is Sarah. Sixteen years old. Last year of school." David looked at the girl. "Sorry?" "The older girls have to help run the place. One of their duties." He snapped his fingers. "Sarah!" The girl immediately stood to attention next to Bill. "Yes sir?" "This is the new teacher, Mr Trent." He winked at David, then looked up at the girl. "I have told Mr Trent that you are a model student. Is that right?" Sarah looked at Bill, then at David. Her uniform was the same as for all the girls, though it was clear that she was one of the older students. Her large breasts were outlined almost obscenely by the white blouse. "Yes sir, thank you sir." "Mr Trent" continued Bill, helping himself to some salad. "Would you care to inspect her? As I told you, Sarah is a very good student, and I'm sure she'll be very proud to show you how smooth her peepee is!" It took a few seconds for it to sink in, but David realized with a jolt what Bill was saying. Without him saying a word, the girl stood next to him holding a dish in her hands. Almost imperceptibly, David saw her move her legs further apart. Barely daring to breath and cursing his new friend under his breath, David slid his hand up under the girl's skirt. He quickly looked around. Nobody was looking. He ran his fingers quickly over the girl's pussy, hoping that she wouldn't flinch or draw attention to herself, but Sarah stood completely still. "Er yes, er, very nice" he said, removing his hand. "Er, very smooth, yes!" Bill laughed at his embarrassment. "Don't worry!" he whispered. "Besides, they're used to it. Look at old Keel!" David glanced down the table and watched with surprise as his employer slipped his hand inside the skirt of the girl serving him. The girl was motionless and seemed to be concentrating hard. "Just a quick arousal test" explained Bill, chuckling. "Keel takes them very seriously. Look at her face! The poor girl's doing her best not to react. If Keel feels her getting wet, she'll really get it!" He whistled softly, then smiled. "Oh see, she's fine!" David saw that Mr Keel had stopped what he was doing and was talking to his sister. "Does he do this every day?" asked David, watching the girl. "Oh sure! We all do it. It's part of the job" replied Bill. "Mostly, it's kinda random. The rules are that any teacher can test any girl at any time and the girl has to remain completely still." He shrugged. "Does 'em good I reckon. They learn how to control themselves. Anyway, they have their 'tingle time' every day, so I guess they can't complain." "But, er, doesn't it depend on how long the test lasts?" asked David. "I noticed Mr Keel didn't take very long at all." "Oh he probably just wanted a quick check, that's all" explained Bill. "There's no set time. It's up to you I guess." He winked at David. "Besides, it's no secret that you can get any girl wet if you take your time over it!" He licked his lips. "Plenty of little tricks you can use. Take Melanie for instance." David raised his eyebrows and Bill laughed. "Hope she's looking after you well." "Yes, she's...she's a very nice girl. Absolutely charming." "Hmm, well she's the youngest prefect in the school. Old Keel made her a prefect as a reward for her self-control." He grinned. "But I'll let you into a little secret. If you ever feel like giving her an arousal test, just try squeezing her right nipple very gently. See what happens!" He laughed again and turned his attention to the large bowl of ice-cream that had suddenly appeared in front of him. David spent the last five minutes of the meal trying to get his thoughts into order. What on earth had he got himself into? Back in his room, he stretched and yawned. What a day! He walked into his bedroom and stopped in his tracks. Melanie was plumping up the pillows on the large double bed and had folded the sheets back. "What on earth?" David shook his head. "You're still here?" Melanie looked confused for a second, then understood. Mr Trent was new here! "Please sir, I only had to go away for dinner sir. I'm back now." "Er, okay." David wiped his brow. But.... "Wait a minute though. Don't you have to go to your dormitory soon? I mean to sleep and...er...tingle time?" Melanie blushed and shook her head. "Oh no sir. Mr Keel said that I don't have to sleep there while I'm helping you sir. Though..." She looked down. "I mean sir... if you prefer me to sleep in the dormitory sir, then..." "David sighed. "No, it's okay. As I said before, I still have plenty to learn about how this place works." He walked to the bathroom. "I think I'll just brush my teeth and..." He stopped. "I guess you take a shower before bed, don't you?" The young girl looked embarrassed and nodded. "Yes sir, but.." "What?" "I..I mean sir..I mean we have to have a shower sir... after tingle time sir." David felt his cock wake up. "Oh gosh...I remember..yes." He felt his own cheeks redden slightly. "Er well Melanie, er..you'd better show me what you have to do. I mean, you put a nightdress on first or..." "Oh no sir, we're not allowed to wear anything at night sir. Mr Keel says it's unhygienic. I have to just take these off sir." She removed her sandals and slipped off her blouse and skirt. David groaned quietly at the naked girl before him. Shit, she was so fucking sexy! He swallowed and took a deep breath. Time to take charge! "Okay Melanie." He sat down on the bed and blinked a few times. Oh boy! "Oh, let's have a quick look here" he said, turning her around. Across her bottom he could just make out a few very faint red lines. "Hmm, hardly any marks at all" he said jokingly. "I think I'll have to do better than this tomorrow!" "So Melanie, this er.. this tingle time. Show me what you do!" The girl bit her lip and looked at him shyly, then jumped on the bed and sat cross-legged. With a quick sideways glance at him, she slipped her small hand down between her legs. David watched in amazement, his cock pushing painfully against his trousers. The little girl's finger was flicking back and forth between her pussy lips. "Are you allowed to choose how to do it?" he asked, his mouth dry. Melanie stopped for a few seconds. "Er...well..I mean only if it's okay with the teacher sir... I mean....the teacher decides and ... if the teacher wants to do it..." David exhaled slowly and nodded. "Well Melanie, I would like to do it a different way. Stand up please!" He helped her off the bed, patting her bottom playfully and stood her between his legs. Melanie looked at the ground apprehensively, her cheeks still red. "Legs further apart! Good girl. Yes, now hands on your head!" Melanie obeyed, starting to feel scared. She felt the man's fingers creeping up her thigh. They brushed lightly against her pussy and she opened her legs wider. David grinned and inched his finger very slowly up between her pussy lips. He felt her breathing quicken. For about thirty seconds or so, he teased her, tracing patterns all over her plump pubic mound, yet avoiding the sensitive part at the top. He could feel her frustration building. Her small clitoris was already stiff and she gasped as his fingertip finally found it. Melanie felt the man's left hand cradle her bottom and closed her eyes. Please don't let him stop! Please, just a bit longer..please.. David chuckled silently and then grimaced as his throbbing erection pressed harder against his trousers. Bugger! "Okay Melanie, a nice big tingle now!" He placed his fingertip on her clitoris and rubbed it gently in a circular motion. The girl bit her lip and he felt her thighs start to press against his hand. Oh yes, he knew what girls liked! A second later he slid his left hand deep between her buttocks and pushed his finger inside her bumhole. The effect was immediate. The girl writhed, her hips gyrating as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. "Oooo sir.....aaaaahhhh I...please sir.....ooooooo !" After what seemed like an eternity, she opened her eyes, the room slowly swimming into focus. She swallowed nervously, not sure whether she'd done something wrong or... David patted her bottom and gave her a little hug. "Okay?" He tickled her glistening pussy, shaking his head in disbelief and looking at his hand. Wow! She was so wet! "Okay, just stay there for a second. Don't move!" He quickly went to wash his hands, then looked round the door. The small girl was standing obediently, hands still on her head, a strange confused look in her eyes that made him laugh. "Right you! Shower time! Come on, hurry up!" The girl seemed to snap out of a trance and skipped into the bathroom. She glanced at David, not sure what to say. "Er, please sir, do you wish to wash me sir, or..." He shook his head. "No Melanie, I'm sure you're old enough to do it yourself." He winked at her. "I'll be doing another inspection tomorrow." Leaving her to get on with it, he yawned and walked to the small kitchen area in the sitting room. The fridge was well stocked and he took a bottle of juice. Oh boy, what a weird place! He heard the shower stop. "Finished?" "Er yes sir. I'm just getting dry, sir." "Okay." He drained the bottle and went back. "I just need a few minutes." The bathroom was immaculate. He looked around him and grunted his approval. She'd even wiped the shower door! Changing his mind about just needing a wash, he gave himself a quick cold shower and pulled on a pair of thin baggy shorts. Far too warm for pyjamas! Opening the door, he saw the girl already curled up on the bed with her back to him. Her large pert bottom was sticking out and he stopped for a second and stared in amazement. His cock was aching like hell. No, this was too much! Was Keel playing a cruel joke on him? How the hell was he supposed to survive this? For a few seconds he considered relieving himself in the bathroom. What else could he do? Though maybe see how he felt in a few minutes? He yawned. Perhaps he'd fall asleep quickly? The evening was warm and he opened the window a bit more, feeling a cool breeze waft into the room. He took a deep breath and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes, trying hard not to think about the young naked girl next to him. Though the lights were off, the moon shone through the window. He cursed. Why weren't there any curtains? He heard her move and opened his eyes. She had sat up and was kneeling at his side. "Please sir, may I service you now?" David looked at her and blinked. "What?" Melanie looked at David's shorts and looked embarrassed. "Er..service you sir...I mean..." David had momentarily forgotten his predicament and saw with horror that the front of his shorts looked like they had a tent pole inside them. A small hand reached out and touched it. "Please sir?" The room swam. David didn't speak. His head dropped back on the pillow. Small fingers were suddenly everywhere and he closed his eyes wondering if this were all a dream or... He felt his shorts being eased down and off. A hand pushed his legs further apart and something warm and soft engulfed the tip of his penis. He opened his mouth but no sound came. Small fingers caressed his balls and cock, a tongue teasing the tip. Not daring to open his eyes for fear of ending the dream, David reached out and felt the girl's bottom next to him. He held her hips, then gently lifted her so her legs straddled his chest. Her buttocks were so soft! He ran his finger down between them. A small finger teased the back of his testicles and he moaned. Oh shit! Oh shit! A damn seemed to burst inside him and he floated in pure ecstasy. The girl had tightened her mouth and her tongue teased his glans playfully as a seemingly never ending stream of hot semen spurted from him. It finally ended and he lay there, completely still, his fast softening penis still inside the girl's mouth. The moon went behind a cloud. Sleep came within seconds.