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Simone The Schoolgirl
by NS (ns@cryogen.com)

***

A male teacher at an all female school. Need we say 
more? (M/f-teen, underage, school, spank, rom, 
discipline)

***

Part One

I arrived at Benlow school late, very late. Miss Archer 
was expecting me at 10.00 and it was 11.30 now. Damn 
this British public transport. I hoped she would be 
understanding. Mistake number one!

The school secretary ushered me into the oak-panelled 
room in complete silence. I was seated in a chair two 
feet away from the imposing desk. I had been informed 
that Miss Archer would be with me shortly. I looked 
casually around the room at the shelves of books, filing 
cabinets etc. All very ordered, all very British. I was 
here to start my new teaching post, the term had already 
started but it was the first work I could find and I was 
glad to get it. 

I had never taught in a 'public' school before. Why was 
it called that? It was anything but public! But Benlow 
was short of a Biology teacher and the fact that I knew 
several languages well enough to teach them and 
deputise, clinched the deal. It was unclear as to what 
happened to the last Biology teacher, but what the heck, 
it was my job now.

A British public school. Here was me, a quiet guy from 
Florida surrounded by all of this history. I guess 
that's why the post attracted me - a very well respected 
school, good grades, extracurricular activities, sports 
facilities but most importantly for me, a room on the 
grounds. This would suit me fine for the next year until 
I got back on my feet. The pay wasn't brilliant, but you 
can't turn down free accommodation. The only catch was 
that I would be a 'House Master' and that would probably 
involve some supervision of some of the kids that lived 
on the campus.

Another first for me would be that this was an all-
female school. That didn't bother me, I'd rather teach 
girls than boys - far more quiet and attentive. Easier. 
The door opened as I was woken from my thoughts.  Before 
I could stand a stern voice said, "Ah, Mr. Kelaway, so 
glad you could join us." This was my first run-in with 
Miss Archer.

Miss Archer, I never found out her first name, was 
40ish, tall and reasonably pleasant. She had a very 
serious air and my attempts at humour fell on stony 
ground. She said she was pleased to have me there 
particularly as I would be filling the post of House 
Master also. She explained that this involved just being 
the adult presence in a house of around 16 of the 
boarding girls, whom I would meet later. She stressed 
that it was up to me to ensure discipline was maintained 
and she gave me a look as though she was expecting a 
reply. I couldn't think of anything to say so she 
carried on and talked (at length) about the tradition of 
the school and the quality of girls it produced. All of 
this took nearly an hour and I was desperate for a pee 
at the end.

We toured the school buildings and I got my first 
glimpse of the girls - and they of me. I got stares and 
looks as any new teacher would but I think it was the 
fact that I was male, under 30 and reasonably handsome 
that surprised the girls. The other two male teachers 
were both near retirement and fairly disgusting in their 
personal habits. The girls were what you would expect 
from such a privileged background - middle class, 
affluent, bright, they all seemed to be called Jessica 
or Laura and they were all very well presented, mainly 
thanks to the uniform they wore.  Standard grey skirt, 
maroon sweater and white blouse. They could be described 
with the word 'neat' (as in tidy) as could the school. I 
felt like I would enjoy it here. The girls were aged 
between 11 and 16 and I would later find out that my 
house would contain the 5th year - 15 & 16 year olds. Oh 
great, the rebellious age!

A few days later at the weekend, I moved my stuff into 
Alban House at the edge of the grounds and prepared for 
my first lessons on Monday. It was Sunday night however, 
that I started working. Around 10pm I heard a loud crash 
and then girlish giggling from the hall. I went out 
quickly to find two girls (later named as Leila and 
Simone) hastily tidying a smashed vase. 

They were hot and flushed and I guessed a 'game' had 
gotten out of hand. I asked the usual dumb questions and 
got the usual dumb answers but the girls were making a 
good job of tidying up and the vase was a very plain one 
used for just holding flowers. I said that if the vase 
was replaced within a couple of days, nothing more would 
be said. They thanked me profusely (Very profusely!) and 
I went back to my room.

The next day went well. I met the class (or Form!) I 
would be looking after and got my rota (or Timetable!) 
for the classes I would be teaching.  My form was '5F', 
a group of pleasant fifth-years and, surprise surprise, 
Leila and Simone were two of the girls in the class, 
sitting at the back and keeping quiet for a change. At 
the end of roll-call (or Assembly!) I held them back and 
reminded them of their promise to replace the vase. They 
apologised and left. At the end of the day I got back to 
the house and sure enough, on the hall table was a nice 
and shiny new vase. Round 1 to Mr.  Kelaway!


Part Two

The next few weeks went fine. The girls were pleasant 
and open to learn, the duties of a House Master were few 
and I was enjoying the work. My next 'run-in' with Miss 
Archer came in my fourth week. I heard shouting one 
night and went out into the hall to see Phillipa slam 
down the payphone and then smash the handset against the 
wall. I was aghast, Phillipa was one of the most quiet 
characters around. She turned to see me and then froze. 
Her eyes immediately fell to the floor and her shoulders 
slumped. 

I ordered her into my room and asked her to explain what 
had happened. She'd had a bust-up with her boyfriend and 
she'd 'phoned to confront him with something or other 
and then gotten angry. All the time she was apologising 
and offering to make good on the repair to the wall. It 
occurred to me that money was not a problem for these 
girls and so I decided on the extra punishment of 
writing an essay on 'The Control of Anger'. She grumpily 
accepted this and left.

The next day I was called in to see Miss Archer who was 
fully briefed on all of the details of the night before. 
Apparently a cleaner had found some mess (even though 
I'd told Phillipa to clear it up) reported it and Miss 
Archer had made her own inquiries. I put it to her that 
she could have asked me but she dismissed this with a 
flick of the hand and said she'd tried to get hold of me 
but I was in a class or unavailable. 

I said nothing but her tone softened a little and she 
said, "Mr. Kelaway, Benlow is a school of tradition. 
Discipline is one of our most treasured traditions. The 
girls are sent here to learn respect. They are sent here 
by their parents and in most cases their mothers were 
pupils here also and as such they must value our 
traditions and our methods." At this point her voice 
hardened a little, "But discipline is not something we 
take lightly. It must be enforced, rigidly at all 
times." 

I started to reply but she carried on, "What you did 
last night, whilst good intentioned, has not taught 
Phillipa anything. She must be disciplined strongly so 
that there is never a reoccurrence of such behaviour." I 
could tell any argument would be futile and doing a 
quick bit of mental math it became obvious that I needed 
this job more than an argument so I just agreed with 
her. I accepted her views and excused myself.

Walking back to the house that afternoon I saw Phillipa 
and quickened my pace to walk alongside of her. She 
didn't say a word when I asked if she was O.K. She 
didn't say anything in fact, just 'ummed' and nodded as 
I spoke. We parted at the house. About an hour later 
there was a knock on my door and I called out for the 
person to enter and in walked Simone. I liked Simone a 
lot, she was bright and good fun but she knew when to 
cut the crap and get down to the work. She stood in-
spite of my offer of a seat and looked directly at me. 

She accused me of getting Phillipa into trouble with 
Miss Archer and what had happened was my fault. She was 
clearly agitated and wasn't thinking clearly. I asked 
her to expand on what she was saying but she was too 
worked up. Finally, she took a seat opposite me and 
calmed down. It turned out that as soon as I had left 
miss Archer's study, Phillipa was called in. She'd been 
told that Miss Archer and I had agreed that more 
discipline was need and Miss Archer had administered 6 
strokes of the cane. 

I was dumb-struck. I'd heard that British schools still 
used corporal punishment but I'd never come across it 
personally. I assured Simone that this was none of my 
doing and I was annoyed that this had happened, but 
Simone looked directly at me and said "If you'd been 
firmer with Pippa originally, then this wouldn't have 
happened." I was silenced, she carried on, "We all get 
spanked and caned at Benlow, I've had it twice this year  
already - we're used to it" she paused "But no-one wants 
it from Archer" and her words trailed off and she looked 
away.  I thought I saw her wince.

After I'd thanked Simone for her explanation, it must 
have taken guts on her part, I thought about what she'd 
said. The girls were looking to me to keep things 'In 
House' as it were. But spanking and caning girls wasn't 
my thing, it wasn't a teaching 'tool' I'd ever used. And 
where to spank them? On the hand, legs, behind even? I 
thought about it some more that evening but finally 
turned in and had a rather strange and slightly erotic 
dream about some faceless girls all bending before me 
and lifting their skirts. These were dreams I tried NOT 
to have! 

They can be dangerous when you're a male teacher! 
Particularly when I'd got a thing for uniforms! I woke 
myself and got out of bed. I took my case from under the 
bed and found what I was looking for. A magazine with 
the subtle title of 'Boobs, Skirts & High Heels'. 
Basically a skin mag of buxom women spilling out of 
tight blouses, or women in an office environment 
reclining over desks and showing their legs. I flicked 
through and couldn't resist tossing off. I'd found that 
this released some frustrations and kept my mind away 
from the obvious distractions a school can offer.


Part Three

Two days later, I had Simone in my room again. This time 
clutching a note from Miss Archer, but addressed to me. 
I asked Simone if she knew what this was about but she 
just shrugged her shoulders a little and didn't speak. I 
opened the note and read it.

'Mr. Kelaway. 

I have had cause to discuss a matter with Simone 
Tallington. This matter needs no further discussion but 
Simone is aware of her wrong-doing and must be punished. 
I pass to you the responsibility for administering some 
discipline to this wayward girl.  

Yours, L. Archer'

I looked at Simone and her face showed no emotion. "Do 
you know what this says" I asked. She nodded and said 
"I've not read it but I can guess."

I walked over to my desk and stood with my back to her. 
It occurred to me that I didn't know what to do next. 
"And what is the usual punishment.." I left my question 
hanging hoping she would answer. She answered without 
looking up "Six strokes with the cane on bare cheeks or 
10 covered."  I couldn't believe my ears! Bare Cheeks! 
What sort of practice was this?

I paused for a second and tried to keep the tremble out 
of  my voice. "And what do the girls usually choose?" I 
queried, I'm sure my voice was rising towards the end. 
"Covered" was her sparse reply. "Very well then," I 
began "get yourself ready." My eyes nearly popped out of 
my head as this lovely girl bent forwards and gripped 
her ankles tightly, legs slightly apart. I swallowed 
hard. It only then occurred to me that I hadn't got a 
cane. I looked round for something else and saw the 
wooden ruler on my desk. That would do. 

I moved towards her and without prompting she lifted her 
left hand to the hem of her skirt and flicked it up 
casually to bear her lovely bum. No wonder these girls 
were snapped up quick as wives! She wore some standard 
white panties and white ankle socks but the vision that 
stood before me was wonderful. A quick flash crossed my 
mind of kneeling behind her and flicking my tongue up 
the backs of her thighs and making her giggle but I soon 
shook that away. She turned her head to look up at me 
and said "I'm ready."

I looked at her with new eyes. Her hair was hanging 
forwards and her sweet face looked so soft. I looked at 
her perfectly straight legs, slightly tanned. He thighs 
were full and her calves had a lovely roundness to them.  
She had a woman's legs - not those of a typical skinny 
schoolgirl. I felt my cock starting to twitch and 
decided the best thing would be to get this over with 
a.s.a.p.  I moved behind her, holding the ruler poised 
above her glorious behind. 

I closed my eyes for a second and pictured her kneeling 
on the bed waiting for me to slide in behind her.. Damn 
it, Kelaway. You definitely need to get some female 
(adult!) company. I cursed myself for my weakness and 
brought the ruler down hard on the curves of the girls' 
backside. Simone winced and drew breath quickly across 
her teeth. I realised I'd been a little too firm. I 
swished again, lower than before.  Simone winced once 
more. A few more spanks with the ruler and the count was 
six. Simone sniffed and I supposed she might be crying. 
I couldn't do anymore. I said "Please stand, Simone. I 
think that's enough."  She rose slowly and I watched her 
behind as the skirt slid slowly back down. Shame.

She was a little red-faced but no tears. She turned to 
me and said softly "Thank you," then she left. I stood 
in the middle of the room, ruler in hand unsure of what 
to do next. I had just physically spanked a lovely girl 
for no reason I was aware of. She had bent before me 
showing all of her glorious legs and ass and I had 
spanked her. Jesus, but I was horny! I replayed the 
scene in my mind. 

Within a minute, I was on my bed, trousers down jacking 
off into a tissue with  'Boobs, Skirts & High Heels' 
open in front of me. My favourite photo-spread (Cara, 18 
years old is a naughty secretary) open in front of me. 
The girl in the photos was bending forwards over a desk 
with no skirt on. Her fabulous legs encased in nylon 
stockings and black high heels. She was looking into the 
camera as if to say 'Well, what are you waiting for?'. I 
came with a low moan but as I did, Cara's face had 
turned into Simone's.


Part Four

A couple of weeks went by without incident and the term 
was nearing its' end and getting close to Christmas. I 
was pleased, I'd managed to save enough money to get 
home (Pensacola) for the holidays. There was no luck on 
the female (adult) company front but I was friendly with 
the girls and I managed to keep my lust in check.

On Friday nights, most of the girls went home for the 
weekend but some stayed and I would occasionally see 
them in town of an evening. They were trusted to behave 
but the 10pm curfew was strictly enforced. Which meant 
that I was also effectively on curfew as it was my 
responsibility to check on the girls. This Friday, I was 
in the local pub and ordering my final drink at around 
9.30pm. I looked over into the lounge area and saw a 
face I recognised - none other than Simone. 

I wonder if she knew that she'd been the object of some 
of my fantasies lately?  She was flirting with some of 
the local guys but she was a sensible girl and I didn't 
interfere. She didn't see me but I sure saw her. She 
wore a tight black skirt, way too short and high heels 
over black nylons. She also wore a thin red top that 
showed she was no boy! She had lovely rounded breasts 
and very slight bumps showed where her nipples were 
ready to rise. Her hair was piled on her head and her 
neck looked so inviting. I leant on the bar and gazed at 
this vision. I was not the only one! Most of the guys in 
the bar were sneaking glimpses as well. I smiled to 
myself when I thought of how I'd spanked her - I 
wondered what some of these guys might pay to have that 
privilege!

I left just before ten and headed home. Simone was still 
in the pub and I was halfway expecting to see her run 
past me to get back before curfew.  But I reached the 
house and stood at the doorway looking at the night sky 
until the church clock struck ten. I went inside and sat 
by my door, listening.

At 10.40pm, I heard the door open and heels click on the 
stone floor. I opened my door quickly and Simone froze 
as she saw me. I walked towards her and stood directly 
in front of her. It was cold outside and her nipples 
looked delicious. "Simone, do you have an explanation 
for your lateness?" I asked. 

She smiled at first and then looked down - she knew she 
was in trouble. "No Sir," was all she said. 

"I think you need to be disciplined, don't you?" 

She nodded and walked into my room. I watched her bum as 
she walked. Shit, but this was a sexy girl. I closed the 
door and she stood in the middle of my room, looking 
downcast. 

"To make matters worse," I began. "You've been drinking 
tonight." 

She quickly turned and stammered out "No. It was only 
coke, honest." And stopped when she saw the smirk on my 
face. She knew she been caught out again. Double 
trouble! She returned with, "I thought it was you in the 
pub, you should have come over and we could have 
talked." 

I said that she looked busy with all of the guys around 
her and her face fell into a sly smile and she said 
"Yes, but none of them are real men, are they?" and she 
looked deep into my eyes.

I broke away from her gaze and sternly said that she had 
broken the rules and must be punished. What happened 
next seemed to be almost in slow motion. She turned away 
from me and looked back over her shoulder never once 
letting her eyes leave mine. She said, very softly and 
slowly, "Well, go ahead" and she pulled the hem of her 
skirt up over her ass and bent forwards a little. Jesus, 
I nearly came on the spot!  She was wearing black hold-
up stockings and a thin black G-string. I stood open 
mouthed looking at this slut in front of me not even 
considering that she was only 16 years old. My eyes 
followed the curves of her legs and the line of the 
stockings down to her high-heeled stilettos. 

Shit, but she was fuckable.  She interrupted my thoughts 
by saying "I can see your friend agrees" and I saw her 
eyes move to my crotch. I was so stiff a cat couldn't 
scratch it!  I quickly turned away from her and said 
"Simone, you're improperly dressed and it's very late - 
go to your room and we'll sort this out tomorrow." Out 
of the corner of my eye I could see her stand upright 
and turn towards me.

I watched her almost sway over to me and my cock 
twitched as her skirt fell back into place hiding her 
treasures. She smiled as she saw me look at her legs. 
"Older men go for legs and particularly stockings, don't 
they?" she asked rhetorically. "The boys can't keep 
their hands off my boobs but the older men like to see 
legs" and by the time she'd finished she was standing 
only a foot in front of me. Before I could speak she 
spoke softly herself and said "I made Dad's business 
partner come by just letting him rub my legs when I was 
wearing stockings, you know." My mouth just opened and 
closed like a fish. 

Of all the women I'd seen in the strip joints of Reno 
and other places, none of them exuded as much sexuality 
as this girl standing in front of me now - and she knew 
it!  She leant closer to me so that her full, red lips 
were only six inches away from mine and said "Of course, 
he preferred it when I sucked him off." I pulled away.  
"Enough Simone, go to your room now" I said sternly but 
I wondered if she could hear the slight tremble in my 
voice. She pushed her bottom lip out and looked sulky 
and said "Oh, can't we have some fun together.  There's 
only Ella upstairs and she's always asleep by ten, and 
it's eleven now."

Images of this girl blowing my cock and riding me until 
I came flooded my mind. I could almost feel my willpower 
crumbling. I was asking questions of myself like 'who 
would know' and 'just once should be o.k.' but the 
memories of being out of work and the possibility of 
prosecution snapped me back into reality. "No Simone. 
You still deserve to be punished, even more so now. 
Perhaps I should let Miss Archer take care of you" I 
threatened. Her face lost its' lightness as though I'd 
physically slapped her. She knew the game was over. She 
turned and headed for the door but before leaving she 
said "Think of me next time you wank off - I know I'll 
be thinking of you..." and she pulled the hem of her 
skirt up to reveal her stocking top one more time. And 
with that she left.

I sighed deeply as I stood and looked down at my aching 
cock. I wondered how angry he was with me. If he had a 
voice would he be saying 'but think of that sweet little 
pussy!'. I sat on the bed and managed to resist for a 
full two minutes before I slid down my trousers and 
stroked my cock. I closed my eyes and thought directly 
of Simone.  The picture of her standing straight-legged 
but bent forwards with her stockings exposed. I came 
within a minute and grunted deeply. I thought I heard a 
noise by the door and I quickly tidied myself away. I 
went to the door and opened it quickly but there was 
nothing happening. I also thought I heard heels clicking 
on the landing upstairs.


Part Five

Saturday brought fresh challenges. Ella received a call 
from home and was gone by 10am. Simone and I walked her 
to the train station as she was clearly upset at the 
news of her mother's illness but she was strong enough 
to make the journey on her own. Which left Simone and me 
- alone for the weekend. And I was a little nervous. She 
looked fabulous again. Scrubbed clean but so bright and 
fresh, her golden hair blowing freely in the wind. She 
had on a fluffy sweater which only accentuated her 
femininity. I said goodbye at the station and walked 
off. She ran behind and caught me up, holding my arm and 
saying "Please, can we talk. I know I said some things 
last night that I'm ashamed of... but I do need to talk 
to someone...someone that will" she paused "understand 
my problems." 

I looked at her and said "Can't one of the other girls 
help - how about Leila?" She replied, "Oh Lee is fine, 
but I need to talk on an adult level." She looked up at 
me with big, imploring eyes. I couldn't resist. "O.K., 
let's talk as we walk." We were in a country lane 
running away from the station back to the school. It was 
a two-mile walk but a nice day and we decided to cut 
across some fields running next to the school and walk 
that way.

Simone was obviously a troubled girl. She started by 
apologising again for what she'd said but I told her 
that no-one would know. She told me how she was afraid 
of her father - which is why she spent most weekends at 
the school. At the age of 12, when her body was 
developing, he'd started to take more of an interest in 
her bath-times and would sit in her room in the mornings 
as she was dressing for school - supposedly to talk 
before he went off to work but he would watch her 
intently as she dressed.  At first Simone loved having 
her Daddy around but she realised that it wasn't right 
in some way.
Her father had a close friend and business partner - 
Philip. He was clearly a guy that liked young girls and 
when they were as sophisticated as Simone, he took an 
even keener interest. For her fourteenth birthday Philip 
offered to take her to Paris. He flew there often and on 
this occasion needed to stay over the weekend. He said 
that she would fly out with him on the Friday, she could 
stay at the same hotel where there was a swimming pool 
and gym and at the weekend they would explore the city 
together. 

He said that in all of his visits to the city, he'd 
never looked around it - he was divorced without any 
children of his own. Simone jumped at the chance and her 
parents agreed. The one stipulation Philip made was that 
Simone would have to look 'smart and grown-up' while 
they were there. This turned out to mean that he wanted 
her to wear skirts and blouses and be paraded almost as 
his toy or sex-kitten. She told me that she was already 
5' 5" and wearing 34B bras and had borrowed her big 
sisters underwear on occasion - 'Janet Reger' and 
similar quality stuff.  As she was talking I could feel 
my cock starting to stir. She was a lovely girl with a 
silky voice and the way she was talking about these 
'adult' matters was quite arousing.

Philip had picked her up on the Friday morning (her 
birthday was Sunday) and drove them to the airport in 
his BMW. As she was seated next to him, he patted her 
thigh and commented her on how 'womanly' she looked. The 
day went fine, he went to meetings after they checked in 
and she filled her time in the hotel. That evening, they 
walked around Paris, eating crepes from a street stall, 
watching the mime artists at the Pompidou centre and had 
a fine time. He treated her as a grown-up and she 
responded in kind by acting mature and dropping any 
obvious 'girlyness'. At the hotel, he kissed her 
goodnight with a peck on the cheek and they went to bed.

The next day he told her he would take her around the 
shops and buy something for his favourite 'niece' on her 
birthday. They went to 'Gallerie Lafayette' and he took 
her to the dress department. She loved the clothes, so 
silky and so well made. She tried on a few and paraded 
for him. She thought nothing of it, she did this all the 
time with her mother. He picked a dress for her that was 
plain black but very short and left her shoulders bare. 
It fit perfectly as she was so slim and he made a point 
of taking her to the shoe department and choosing a pair 
of black stilettos. To finish the look, he said, they 
went to the lingerie department and he bought her a set 
of silk underwear - soft and sheer panties, garter belt 
and silk stockings, very sheer. A bra and camisole also. 
She accepted everything gratefully and without a second 
thought.

They walked and walked that day and arrived back at the 
hotel around 6pm. He said he would call for her at 
7.30pm and they would go somewhere 'posh' for dinner. He 
said more than once that she would look lovely in her 
new outfit and he made it plain that as he'd bought it 
for her, she could at least wear it for him. She bathed 
and laid the new clothes on the bed. The clothes felt so 
'adult' and she finally felt like she was a real woman. 
She put on the garter belt and slid the stockings over 
her legs.  She slipped on the panties and shoes and 
admired herself in the mirror.

By this time, nearly an hour of walking had put us a few 
miles from the station but a few more away from the 
school. My cock was now stiff as I pictured Simone 
dressed that way. All this time she was talking evenly 
and matter-of-fact. I could tell this had been 
distressing for her but I felt that it was helping for 
her to talk about it. Was I the first one she had 
confided in?

Philip had knocked her door and she opened it fully 
dressed in the outfit he had bought, with a pearl 
necklace to round it off. She must have looked gorgeous. 
She said that Philip had applauded and then held her 
tightly and kissed her on the lips. He said that 'that 
was for being so beautiful'. She felt warm, mature and 
sophisticated. She described Philip to me, tall late 30s 
with jet black hair. Handsome, muscular and a good 
dresser. It sounded as though she had a little crush on 
him and when I quizzed her about it she half admitted 
it. She carried on her story by saying they walked down 
the road to the neighbouring restaurant. A quiet little 
place, very French with waiters in black uniforms and 
white aprons. Small intimate tables and soft lighting - 
very discreet.

He was attentive and kind, funny and charming. A few 
glasses of wine were consumed and Simone was feeling 
'mellow'. It was then that he put his hand on her thigh. 
He found what he wanted, namely the button of the clasp 
on her suspender. He smiled and Simone felt warm and 
happy. They finished and walked back to the hotel. In 
the lift he kissed her neck and said she looked 
beautiful. She responded by saying she felt great and 
her clothes were lovely. He laughed and said that she 
was just saying that.  No, no she replied that she meant 
it. 

He was goading her as they walked down the corridor - 
his gamble paid off. As she entered her room he rolled 
the dice, 'I bet you're not wearing the underwear I 
bought for you'. That was a challenge to Simone and she 
quickly took off her dress and stood before him. She 
must have been a vision. No bra, the dress wouldn't 
allow it, but her breasts firm and proud. Sheer silk 
stocking and suspenders, skimpy panties and black 
stiletto heels. 

Philip closed the door and moved up to her. He held her 
firmly and kissed her deeply. His expert hands roamed 
her body and his fingers probed between her buttocks. 
Simone must have 'woken' at this point and tried to 
fight him off, but there was no hope. He picked her up 
and dropped her on the bed.  Within a matter of seconds, 
he had his trousers and jacket off and was kneeling 
behind her on the bed with her on all-fours. He roughly 
tugged her panties aside and thrust into her. After only 
a few strokes, he came.  Being a gentleman, he withdrew 
and spurted come all over her bum and thighs.

By now, Simone was talking very quietly and we had 
stopped within sight of the school gates. She had poured 
her heart out to me. She looked at me with little 
emotion. "You're the first person I've ever told,"  she 
said. 

I took her hand and held it tightly. I looked deep into 
her eyes and said, "Not all men are like that. Don't 
feel you have to live up to that sort of thing to get 
attention or get a boyfriend. You're a very sweet girl, 
bright and attractive. If possible, put it behind you 
and look forward." All the while I'm saying this I have 
an erection that you could fly a flag up. 

She spoke again, "Oh, I'm fine now." Her face 
brightened. "I know now that I was taken advantage of 
and I know what to look for to make sure it doesn't 
happen again. Sure, I flirt but I'm in control of that 
sort of situation - and I wasn't drinking last night, I 
know it makes you lose control too easily." She smiled. 

We stood in silence for a while until I realised I was 
still holding her hand - it seemed so natural. She spoke 
again, "Thanks for listening, and not passing judgment." 
She looked at me with a devilish grin. "Tag!" she 
shouted and ran off towards the school. I ran after and 
tagged back - this happened twice more before we reached 
the door of the house, both panting and laughing. The 
gloom of the last hour had been lifted and today looked 
like being a lovely day.  And then she kissed me. She 
took me completely by surprise - she held my face in her 
hands and kissed me tenderly on the lips. She kissed me 
as boldly and confidently as a woman should. It only 
lasted a few seconds and she pulled away and ran 
upstairs. At the top she turned and said "Thanks again" 
and disappeared.


Part Six

I have to admit, I listened at Simone's door for a while 
before I knocked but I couldn't make anything out above 
the background noise of the radio.  I knocked and called 
her name and she invited me in. She was sitting on her 
bed reading. I asked if she would like to go to the 
pictures that evening and her face lit up at the 
suggestion. We briefly discussed what to see and settled 
on a walk into town to the small art-house cinema. I 
asked her out because I thought that having unburdened 
herself to me as she had done, I needed to show some 
trust back to her. And besides, I liked being around 
pretty girls!

We walked into town and talked about our favourite 
films. She was keen to know more about me, about the 
States - usual stuff. She asked if I had a girlfriend 
but the big smile on her face told me that she was doing 
it out of playfulness as much as anything. We bought 
ice-creams and settled in the back row of the nearly 
empty cinema. I'm not sure if either of us really wanted 
to see the French film, but neither of us would be so 
'uncool' as to say that we didn't. 

The lights went down and the film turned out to be quite 
good - a gentle comedy that the French do so well. There 
was one point that was a little gruesome and Simone 
buried her face into my shoulder. I smelt her perfume 
drift up to me and I drank it in deeply. After the film 
we decided on McDonalds as we were both hungry and we 
started the walk back. It was a full moon and a 
cloudless night so we walked across the fields we had 
trodden that morning. 

We were quiet or talked a little about the film. We 
reached a gate that was not easy to cross in daylight 
because the lock was broken but at night was even more 
difficult. I got over without too much difficulty but 
Simone ended up straddling the gate and bursting into 
fits of giggles. I put my arms around her waist to lift 
down and as I did so she fell into me - pressing herself 
full up against me. We looked into each other's eyes for 
a while and kissed again. This time, with passion on 
both sides. I licked her lips, tasted her tongue and 
rubbed my hands over her ass as we held each other 
tightly.  When we parted she said softly said "Make love 
to me." Her face was beautiful, soft and innocent. Her 
body was firm and nicely curved in the right places. She 
was a gorgeous girl and I was dying to fuck her. But I 
couldn't.

I turned away and said "Simone, we shouldn't be doing 
this." She took my hand and kissed my fingertips. Then 
placed my hand on her breasts. I tried to pull it away 
but my heart wasn't in it. I wanted to do this, I really 
did. She pulled me to her and kissed me again. I ran my 
fingers through her hair and moved my mouth to her neck. 
I licked her earlobes and made her giggle. Finally, I 
pulled away. "Geoff, please." she implored. "Sorry" I 
began, "You really are a beautiful and gorgeous woman 
Simone, but we can't do this." She asked "Do you want 
to?" With only a seconds pause I nodded and said "Yes. 
Definitely yes. I want to lick down your body and kiss 
your nipples. Slide my cock into your sweet pussy and 
bring us both to the heights of pleasure - really I DO 
want that. But, but we just can't."

I pulled away and made towards the house. She followed a 
few steps behind and we stayed that way until we reached 
the school gates. I turned to her and said "We can't let 
this go any further. You've trusted me with your secret, 
now I've given you one of mine. I want you as a friend 
Simone, but it can't be more than that." She smiled a 
little but I could see in her eyes the longing she felt. 
Shit, did she know the longing I was feeling?

I closed the door to my room and let out a deep sigh. I 
sat in my chair and thought about Simone - what it would 
be like to fuck her, to see my come dribbling down her 
tits, to lick her pussy, to hear her scream as she 
came..  Jesus, I was in a bad way. I was enjoying the 
thoughts though and my cock was responding. I pulled the 
case from under the bed and removed my favourite mag. I 
flicked to the pictures of Cara and it didn't take much 
imagination to picture Simone. I rubbed myself and 
alternately looked at the pictures and closed my eyes, 
dreaming of Simone. I heard a noise and looked at the 
door - Simone was standing in the doorway, watching me 
wank!

"SIMONE...." I started to protest but then I saw what 
she was wearing. A short black pleated skirt with black 
hold-up stockings and high heels, a tight white blouse 
and skimpy black bra - I quickly wondered if the labels 
were written in French. I looked down at my swollen cock 
and at the pictures of Cara. I looked at Simone again - 
the similarities were wonderful. She walked over to me 
and I didn't even try to hide my cock - she had seen 
what I was doing. She knelt in front of me and without a 
word swallowed the head of my cock. Her tongue lapped at 
the underside and swirled around the head. Her nimble 
fingers teased and stroked my scrotum and she sucked 
hard and deeply. I held her head in my hands and stroked 
her soft hair. Her head bobbed down further and I 
realised she was deep-throating me - not bad for a 
schoolgirl! It felt fantastic. 

All reservations were washed away as she sucked me to 
orgasm. My breathing shortened and she could tell I was 
near. She let me fall from her mouth and looked into my 
eyes. "Where do you want to come" she said, matter-of-
fact. "Over your tits" I stammered out. She leant back 
and slipped the blouse off of her shoulders. She had on 
a lacy black bra that made her ample tits look a 
beautiful creamy colour. 

As I was drinking in the view she was rubbing the base 
of my cock and I started to protest when I could feel my 
balls tighten and the first spurt of come fell from the 
eye. She angled my cock to be a few inches away from her 
titties and the second, larger spurt landed directly 
between them. I spurted again and again. She moved my 
cock around her tits until they were covered in sticky 
spunk. She pulled my cock to her red mouth and licked it 
clean. I fell back onto the bed exhausted.

She knelt on the bed next to me and with a devilish look 
on her face scooped a little come of her left breast  
with a finger and plopped it into her mouth. Then she 
took her right breast in both hands and lifted it up so 
that her tongue could flick over her nipple. She lapped 
at the come and sucked her nipple with her eyes closed. 
She cleaned some more and then licked her fingers - 
almost in triumph. 

She looked down at me and my flaccid cock. She paused 
for a second and then threw her left leg over me so that 
she was straddling my chest. She shuffled up so that her 
pussy was inches from my mouth. I looked at it, sweet 
and pure. She had no panties on and her pubes were 
neatly trimmed to leave a small 'V' above her lips but 
her lips themselves were bare. I put my hands around her 
ass and pulled her pussy to me and slipped my tongue 
into the already wet opening. She moaned as she felt me 
lapping her lips. I sought out her little clitty and 
sucked on it. She let out a deep moan and an, "OH SHIR!" 
as the waves of pleasure seeped through her. 

My fingers found her puckered little anus and gently 
stroked it. Her face contorted into so many different 
expressions and then fell blank as her orgasm built. Her 
juices tasted a little sweeter as she came. She grabbed 
the head of the bed and ground her hips down forcing her 
pussy almost into my mouth. I sucked harder on her clit 
and she screamed as she came. Her body shuddered and 
went limp. She almost fell onto the bed beside me. I 
looked across at her and realised she had the face of an 
angel.

We lay unmoving and silent for about ten minutes. Simone 
rolled to look at me and reached out a hand to softly 
stroke my cock. "I've not had this inside of me yet" she 
said, straightforwardly. "Uh, I don't know if I could" I 
replied. She leaned on one elbow to look me in the face 
and said "I bet I can coax you" and she jumped off the 
bed. I sat up as she stood over by my desk. She was 
dressed now in just her hold-up stockings and heels. She 
bent forwards and gripped her ankles with her legs 
straight and her feet slightly apart - her ass pointing 
straight at me. She looked at me with her head on its 
side. "Well, you can always spank me. I know that gets 
you going" and she licked her lips.

I rose from the bed (in more ways than one) and walked 
over to her. My cock was now horizontal with the ground 
and I looked at her gorgeous ass. Well, she asked for 
it, and I smacked her behind with my hand. It wasn't 
hard but she gave a mock squeal. I smacked again and she 
moaned "Oh, no. I've not been a bad girl, why are you 
doing that" in a girly voice.  I ran my hand over the 
curves of her ass and slid my fingertips over her pussy 
lips. She breathed deeply as I tickled her lips and 
smoothed the wetness around them. I stood back a little 
and looked at her legs-fabulous, encased in the black 
nylon and high heels. 

My cock was rigid again now so I moved forwards and 
pushed the head against her wet lips.  She let out a 
little squealed "Ooh" and I pushed into her. Simone 
moaned deeply and I pulled back until only the tip was 
in and shove my hips forward again to thrust deep into 
her. She took her hands from her ankles and gripped the 
edge of the desk. "Mmm, yes, fuck me deep, shit I need 
this, yeah, fuck me hard" she stuttered out in quick 
succession. I needed no prompting and started to speed 
my tempo and thrust into her. I held onto her ass as my 
balls slapped against her when my cock disappeared.  She 
was moaning and panting equally and I could tell she 
wasn't far from coming. 

I slowed down but pushed harder and that sent her over 
the edge.  She threw her head back and let out a low 
moan, biting her lip as she did so. I couldn't take any 
more and pulled out of her sweet pussy. I rubbed only a 
couple of times and spurted come all over her ass. I 
made sure some of the hot liquid landed on her anus and 
she jumped a little when she felt the heat. I stood her 
upright and kissed her neck. She turned and we kissed 
deeply. I led her to the bed and we lay down. I pulled 
up the covers and turned out the light. I held her close 
to me and we fell asleep very quickly.

*

I was woken in the morning by an odd sensation and I 
opened my eyes to see Simone licking my cock. It was 
already firm (how?) and she was clearly enjoying the 
feeling of being able to explore every inch of it. She 
saw I was awake and plopped my head into her mouth as 
she looked at me. Her eyes never left mine while she 
sucked and licked my swollen head. "Christ, you're 
insatiable" I said. She stopped licking and let my cock 
plop onto my stomach. "I can stop if you want" she said 
in a hurt voice but with a smile on her lips. 

She continued "Or, we can fuck all day until the girls 
get back this afternoon" and she picked up my cock and 
started to rub me. She wanked me fast until I told her 
to slow down - we had all day. That was what she wanted 
to hear. We fucked three more times that day - once in 
my bed, once in hers and once in the form room.  She had 
asked me to do this but I wasn't sure. She'd had a 
slight sulk and said she'd allowed me to indulge my 
fantasies - now it was her turn. I gave in, that sweet 
face could charm the birds from the trees.

We went to the form room and she leant forwards over her 
desk - she loved being fucked from behind. This was her 
wish, whenever she sat there from now on she could think 
of this moment. She made me pull out and spurt over the 
desk so that it left a stain. There wasn't much left in 
me by that time but I managed to stain the light wood. 
She kissed me and held me tightly.


Part Seven

During Monday's last lesson, Miss Archer's secretary 
handed me a note - I had been summoned to appear before 
the great one! At the end of the lesson, I was about to 
make my way to Archer's study when she appeared at the 
door. She smiled at me and walked directly to Simone's 
desk. She looked closely at it and said, quite casually, 
"So, this is where you fucked her is it?" I was struck 
dumb. My mouth went dry, I felt dizzy, the whole nine 
yards. "I can tell by your reaction Mr. Kelaway that my 
words are no surprise to you" she continued. I made 
fish-like moves with my mouth.  "Follow me to my study" 
she commanded. I followed.

As I entered she was winding the video tape player to a 
specified point.  "Ah, here it is" she said 
triumphantly. Sure enough, there I was fucking Simone 
from behind in the form room. "Care to comment?" was all 
she added. I couldn't think how she'd got all that on 
tape, but the place was full of old galleries and 
passages, plenty of places to hide a camera - the 
devious bitch!  I blurted out some meaningless words but 
she shut me up with her raised hand. 

"Mr. Kellaway," she began, "you have been caught 
transgressing the most fundamental rule of this school. 
I don't mean sexual intercourse with a pupil, but the 
more serious crime of bringing the name of the school 
into disrepute." I blinked. She continued "Simone 
Tallington is well known to me. In fact it was her 
'womanly' charms that caused the departure of the 
previous Geography teacher. It only took her two weeks 
before she had him fucking her. I suppose she came out 
with that tale of her Father's business partner - always 
good for some sympathy that one." 

Her words swirled around my head and strangely it seemed 
almost crude that a woman like Miss Archer should be 
using the word 'fucking'. "Well, I've had enough - of 
her and of you" she continued, "I'm not to take this 
further if you agree to resign gracefully and accept my 
punishment. If you choose not to" her fingers played 
with the video control "then I shall be forced to inform 
the authorities. I have no desire to drag the name of 
Benlow through the mire." She paused waiting for my 
reaction. I knew I was at her mercy. This way, I would 
leave gracefully and probably go back to the States with 
no-one any the wiser. If not, I knew the Police would be 
involved. 

"O.K." I stammered dryly, "The term ends next week, 
should I go then?" She liked this, it was neat and tidy. 
"Yes, that would be best. Now, do you also agree to 
accept my punishment?" I pictured me having to scrub the 
bathrooms with a toothbrush or similar. "Sure" I agreed 
- I knew I had no other option. "Good. I've been looking 
forward to this" and she smiled broadly.

I followed her to the door of the gym. She stopped and 
turned to face me, the strange smile was still on her 
face. She instructed me to wait outside whilst she 
entered the gym and closed the door. I did so and a 
minute later she returned closing the door behind her. 
She began "Mr. Kelaway, do you understand what is about 
to happen?" 

She was talking to me as though she were addressing a 
naughty boy - which in a way I suppose I was. I nodded 
in reply, she continued "Once behind the door, you must 
accept my punishment, completely and without complaint. 
If you do, the matter will go no further and we will all 
be happy." Her smile dropped, "If not, I will be left 
with no alternative but to expose you for the child 
molester and pervert that you are!" Shit, but the 
enormity of what I'd done was now coming back to haunt 
me. I couldn't even conjure up the image of Simone's 
sweet ass to comfort me. I swallowed and limply said 
"Sure." "Good" she said "Let's begin" - she was smiling 
again.

She motioned to me to open the door to the gym and to 
step through. As I did, I noticed that it was dark in 
there, all the drapes were drawn and there was no light. 
As my eyes were adjusting I felt myself being gripped by 
many hands on my arms, legs and neck. Two hands tightly 
pressed my windpipe and while I was struggling to free 
my hands to release the constriction, handcuffs were 
snapped on my wrists. All of the hands left me and I 
almost fell over forwards. By now, my eyes were 
adjusting and I could see some thick sports mats were 
laid over most of the floor and a few pieces of gym 
equipment were standing around, the pommel horse, 
trampoline etc.. I squinted as I thought I saw someone 
standing by the horse - the lights were turned on and I 
blinked a little to adjust my eyes.

I looked again and couldn't believe what I saw. It was 
Simone - bent over the pommel horse, her hands forwards 
over her head and tied to the legs of the horse. Her own 
legs were wide apart and tied to the horse also. She had 
a gag in her mouth and she looked across at me now as a 
helpless girl rather than a 'femme fatale'. I called out 
her name but was slapped across the face by an unseen 
hand and a voice barked "SILENCE!" I turned to see who 
struck me but as I did a gag was sipped over my head 
from behind and tied quickly and firmly into place.

I looked now upon the faces of five of the fifth-form 
girls. Leila stood with her hand still raised, a crooked 
smirk on her face. I moved towards her but my arms were 
being held tightly behind me. Leila straightened and 
fixed me with a strong look and said "So, you want to 
give me the same 'punishment' as you gave her, do you?" 
and she nodded her head towards Simone. "Don't worry 
teacher, it's not Simone we're all here to punish - 
that's your prize" and the other girls all laughed. I 
looked up at Miss Archer who was standing away from the 
girls and saying nothing, but she was now holding a 
cane. I swallowed.

Without speaking the girls led me over to the wall-bars 
and spread my legs wide, tying my ankles to two 
uprights. They released my hands but kept a firm grip 
and also tied my wrists to the uprights, slightly above 
my head. The girls moved away with the exception of 
Leila who stayed behind me. She put her arms around my 
waist and unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall to my 
ankles. Some of the girls giggled as my ass and legs 
were exposed. I was wearing white skimpy briefs. Leila 
grabbed the waistband of the briefs and pulled them up 
so that they slid between my cheeks. As she did so she 
whispered in my ear "Comfy?" I didn't respond.

Leila stepped back and one of the girls gave her a cane. 
I turned to look across at Simone - she hadn't moved 
whilst all of this was going on. Leila swished the cane 
down and caught me square on my cheeks. I winced.  This 
wasn't the reaction she wanted so she turned away from 
me slightly and swung her arm with full force. I felt a 
shot of pain burst through me and I grunted deeply. She 
caned me four more times, the last time caused me to 
shout out. THAT was the reaction she wanted.

"Enough, Leila." Miss Archer's voice boomed out for the 
first time. Leila stepped back and I breathed in quick 
gulps waiting for the initial burn to die down. Miss 
Archer walked over to me and stood close. She rubbed her 
own cane over the glowing welts on my cheeks. 

"We'll leave you alone for a while to contemplate your 
folly," she hissed into my ear. She motioned to the 
girls who all ran over to Simone. Miss Archer whispered 
again, "The girls are going to have some fun with 
Simone. If you make one sound of protest I shall thrash 
your behind until you cry for mercy - understand?" Her 
voice rose at the end to emphasise the question. I 
nodded and continued to breathe deeply. I closed my eyes 
for a while but opened them again when I heard Simone 
cry out "NO, PLEASE!" 

I turned my head to see one of the girls pushing a very 
large dildo up her ass. Leila was squeezing and tugging 
hard at her nipples. The other girls milled around 
trying to a better view of the action. The girl with the 
dildo was really fucking poor Simone's backside and 
seemed to be enjoying it immensely. I opened my mouth to 
call out for them to be lenient but as I did, Miss 
Archer ran her cane over my backside once more and said 
"Shhh, shhh," as though to comfort a child.

I could only watch as Simone was abused by the other 
girls. The dildo was removed from her ass-hole and 
pushed up her pussy. Simone squirmed as it pushed inside 
of her. Leila was directing the activity and cleared the 
girls away from Simone's behind. The dildo was still 
pistoning in and out of Simone's cunt when Leila swished 
the cane down onto her backside. Simone squealed once 
but one of the other girls took the discarded panties 
and pushed them into her mouth. I closed my eyes again. 
All I could hear was the murmuring of the girls, the 
sloshing of the dildo and the swishing of the cane. 

I passed out.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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