Partnering   Chapter 3    Getting a Little Behind in their Studies.

Theresa.

She had failed again to adequately guard against teething on the dildoes
that Mistress Marielle put her to sucking.  She had worked so hard at it,
too.  She'd watched that silly tape continuously, trying to understand how
those women avoided biting the darn things.  She'd tried wrapping her lips
between the cock and her teeth.  She couldn't generate enough suction.  She
tried sealing with her lips, but stretching her jaws open.  Her mouth got
tired and she bit even harder.  Lord William had been so provoked, he had
told Mistress Marielle to see to the rest of her training that day.  He
even promised to punish the Mistress if Tessa's performance did not
radically improve.

That's how she got in this fix.  Mistress had told her that there was no
way she was going to get punished because Tessa couldn't learn how to suck
a dick properly.  Marielle had brought in some type of harness that held
the fake dicks in its webbing.  Tess had originally thought that the
harness was like the penis panty she had in her training kit, for wearing
around the waist, until she realized it was too small to go around the
waist.  Mistress had picked up the largest diameter model penis and had
fixed it to the harness.  Then she had put it onto Tessa's HEAD!  It was
like a horse's bridle, only the dildo was the bit.  Or in this case, the
"don't bit" for don't bite this one.  The thick instrument forced her jaws
wide and made it necessary to breathe through her nose.  Once the harness
was tight, Mistress adjusted the depth of penetration of the penis gag
until Tessa was just able to control her reflex to gag.  "If you want to
bite dicks, this one will ensure that you get something worth the effort."  

She made Tess sit on her knees in the middle of the floor.  Straps attached
to rings in the floor tied her knees to the floor and spread her thighs to
the limit.  Tessa's still bare pussy was shiny in the harsh light of the
sparsely furnished room.  Marielle gently ran the tip of her pointer up the
lips of Tessa's puss and nudged the nub of her clit.  A shiver of pure fire
ran through Tess as the rubber tip massaged her pleasure center.  The now
damp tip made its way to Tessa's face where Marielle rubbed the scented
oils of her charge's arousal onto her upper lip, just below the nose.  The
girl was breathing harder, moving in time to some music only she heard. 
God, thought Marielle, what a sensual little beast.

Marielle rapped her pointer lightly across the girl's thighs to get her
attention.  "Your assignment for this week was to practice your
masturbation.  Your husband may decide that he wants to be entertained by
you demonstrating how sexy you can be when you get yourself off."  She sat
down in the only chair and crossed her legs imperiously.  "Entertain me,
slave.  You have five minutes to orgasm the first time, and then I wish you
to orgasm every ten minutes for the next hour.  Every minute you miss the
time by will be a demerit.  Your time starts .... NOW!"

The tapes that Tessa had been given had not excited her.  The techniques
were rough, and when she had tried it on herself, they had often irritated
her clit and pussy lips.  She had discovered that when she teased herself,
fondled herself, touched softly at her breasts, her legs and tummy, she
became much more excited, much more quickly.  She teased her nipples with
the tips of her nails, making them stand erect and proud.  She squeezed
gently at her breasts and when they started to feel tight, she lifted them
in the palms of her hands and offered them to her audience of one.  One
hand still teasing her breasts and nipples, she snaked the other down to
explore her naval and to tickle at her lower abdomen.  Her eyes closed and
she started fighting for breath.  It was so hard to get the full deep
breath she needed with that cock in her mouth.  Higher her teasing fingers
took her until, finally, she began teasing at the reddened lips of her
pussy.  A muffled squeal  sounded around the cock in her mouth as her first
spasm hit her and she came hard, fighting the restraints that held her legs
in place in her gyrations.

She tried to follow her orders.  She really did, but it was so hard to
breathe.  She fainted just as she reached orgasm the fourth time.  She
awoke to find herself untied and the cock gag gone.  May was beside her,
looking in her eyes and talking to her quietly.  After giving her a drink,
she had conversed with Mistress Marielle in very low tones.  Shrugging her
shoulders in response to some remark, she had said one final thing that the
Mistress had apparently agreed with, then had left.

Marielle had helped Tessa to her feet and had walked her over to the chair,
making her lay, tummy down over one of the arms, her face resting in the
seat of the chair.  Her bottom was prominently displayed in this position. 
Was she going to be spanked again?  For all the stinging, it had been
dreadfully exciting and the sensations when she had played with her pussy,
her bottom still warm and achy from the spanking, had been wonderful.

The Mistress sat beside Tessa's head, and stroked her.  Her voice took on a
soothing tone.  "You were doing so well, Theresa, but you stopped.  You
only orgasmed four times instead of the required seven.  For that failure,
we are going to plug you for the first time.  Your rectum can be used by a
man's penis as well as your vagina or mouth.  Part of your training will be
to teach you how to accept an erect cock in your little asshole.  As your
discipline, you will wear a butt plug for three hours every day until you
return."

She showed Tessa the object she had in her hand.  It was a small conical
butt plug, only three inches long and about  an inch in diameter at it's
widest.  It was tapered at the end to ease entry.  "It will be easier for
you if you relax."  She stood and went behind the girl.

Tessa felt something cool and smooth being applied to her bottom.  Then, a
sudden surge, and something hard was in her bottom.  It felt like the time
the nurse at the home had given her a suppository to treat a stomach
ailment, only this seemed to move in and out, slowly at first, then faster. 
It left her for a moment only to return with more of the cool slippery
stuff.  She squealed when the intrusion got thicker all of a sudden and
tried to move away, but a stinging slap to her bottom brought her up short. 
"Stop that.  It's just a second finger.  Now relax."

The intruder left and was replaced by something that seemed quite cool to
her skin, and much more blunt.  It began moving into the lubricated depths
of her ass, slowly but steadily.  Wider and wider her ass stretched and she
bit her lip to keep from crying out.  Just when she thought she could not
hold it in any longer, the stretching stopped and then went away.  But the
object was still there.  She could still feel it in her ass.  She felt so,
.... so full.  Another smack on her bottom, this one playful.  "That's it,
all done.  You are now on your way to being a pretty decent little ass
fuck."  Tessa blushed, whether over the crudeness of the words or at the
excitement she was experiencing she did not know.  Marielle told her to
follow her.  Walking with that thing in her ass was a whole new experience. 
Then she thought, what if it falls out?  While I'm out in public?  And
again, she blushed.  Again, she wasn't exactly sure why.

Patrick.

The bitch had done him in again.  May had met him at the entrance, as
usual.  As she had the previous three times, she had bound him to the
examining table, locked his legs into the stirrups and had proceeded to
shave him clean.  However, this time, she had not locked him into that
damnable cage.  

It had only been a day or so ago that he'd been able to sit comfortably
after the paddling he'd received on his last visit.  He had nearly decided
to stop coming here.  Whatever they were doing, all he was getting out of
this was more and more anger.  Like last time, after that blonde bitch had
beat him, they had turned that silly little female loose with him.  What a
joke.  Real women in his experience did not excite that easily, did not
come that hard.  It was a setup.  Throw the kid a bone after beating him so
that he won't tell his Dad what a fuck up he made with this place.  Only
his pride brought him back.  He had been run off by one woman, he wouldn't
be run off again, no matter how much he had to take, no matter how much it
hurt.

May led him down a much longer corridor than before, nude as always in this
place, and opened a thick, heavy door.  The room was dark but she had told
him to enter and await the arrival of Lady Catherine for today's lesson. 
No sooner had he entered the room, when two, powerful forms caught him from
each side, then let him go and moved away before he could retaliate.  The
whirring sound of an electric motor had sounded in the darkness.  Moments
later, there was tension pulling at both of his arms, pulling at him.  In
mere seconds, he was dragged bodily to the dark interior of the room, his
arms pulled inexorably towards a point high above him.  When he was
directly beneath the tow point of whatever had his arms, the pulling
brought him up onto his toes.  He could still carry almost all of his body
weight by arching on his feet, but when his feet tired the load went onto
his arms and wrists.  He could avoid cramps by shifting the weight between
his arms and feet, but it was still mightily uncomfortable.

Time lost meaning in the darkness.  It would be a very long session if he
was to be held like this for the length of time that his other sessions had
taken.  The door opened behind him, but was shut again before he could spin
in his bonds to see who it was.  With the door shut, the darkness was again
absolute.  Simultaneously with the click of a switch, he was bathed in a
blinding circle of light from in the ceiling, directly above him.  The
light was a narrow, conical beam, not more then three feet wide at his
feet.   The light illuminated his body like a spot light so that anyone
else in the room could see him, but the brightness of the light made the
darkness of the rest of the room even more impenetrable.  The room could be
filled to capacity, and if no one entered his little circle of light,
Patrick would not be able to see anyone.

God, but that was one beautiful male animal.  The way his long, lean hard
muscled frame gleamed in the spotlight.  Catherine observed her victim
carefully.  She now used that word in her thoughts of this man.  He wasn't
a client, a submissive, a voluntary slave.  He was a victim.  First by the
woman who had laughed at him, then by his father, and now by her, only she
really wanted to help him.  This was the last try.  Three strikes and
you're out, she told herself.  If she couldn't get through to him with this
scene, she would quit.  She could not keep doing things like this to him
when it was so obviously nonconsensual.  Oh, he had agreed to these scenes,
but whether that agreement was because he trusted his father or some other
reason, it was definitely not because he wanted to be here.  If she failed
today, one thing was sure - whatever was required to help him would not be
found here at Boyleston Academy.  

She had to reach him. She had even modified the scene.  The two monitors
waiting for him, the forced and severe suspension bondage, the isolation
treatment; none of that was part of the normal script for this scene.  This
time was shock therapy.   She would either jar him out of his shell or .... 
Or what?   She did not know.  God, but she hated failure.  She hadn't
failed before with anyone.  And she hadn't failed yet with this one.

She moved quietly to a position about four feet from his circle of light. 
She knew from experience that he couldn't see her with his eyes blinded by
light.  She stood there for a few more seconds gathering courage, and then
flicked a switch on the infrared remote control device on her wrist.  The
circle of light widened to include her and the intensity dimmed.  She stood
still, allowing his eyes to clear and to adjust to the dimmer light.  She
saw it the moment recognition flared in his eyes.  She saw it the moment
his eyebrows rose on his forehead as he took in her outfit.

God, but she was a beautiful woman, Patrick thought.  If he hadn't been on
his toes, she would nearly have matched his own height in those impossibly
high, impossibly sexy high heels.  Her long legs were incased in black,
silky, garterless stockings textured with blood red roses up one leg.   A
black leather affair made of a waist strap and a crotch strap was snug to
her hips.  A black waspie corset made her waist seem impossibly tiny and
her bare, usually red nippled breasts seem impossibly full and round.   Her
hair was pulled back into a severe, tightly braided coronet around the top
of her head.  It made his scalp hurt just to look at it.  She topped it all
off with vividly applied cosmetics and a heavy, potently seductive perfume. 
Her high cheek bones and lips were an incredible vermillion,  her eyes were
a kaleidoscope of brilliant blues and greens, outlined in black.  She
scared the hell out of him.

After giving him time to fully appreciate her, she moved closer to him. 
Skittishly, he tried to move, to back away.  He only got a few inches
before he lost his toe hold on the floor and found himself swinging gently
back to the center of the circle of light.  She smiled at him, that awful,
sardonic, evil, beautiful smile that said she was planning something she
knew he would not like.  She moved right up to him and, going up onto her
toes, kissed him gently on his surprise widened lips.  She started walking
around him, fondling his chest, petting a leg, goosing him from behind.

"You are so beautiful, patty.  I do so enjoy looking at you.  I just wish
you'd relax and play with me.  How are you going to learn if you don't
relax."  Her voice was low, musical, strangely relaxing.  Pleading?  He had
never heard her sound like this before.  Her hand went to his groin and he
started to harden.  Then, she did it to him again.  Just when he started to
relax, she had put something on him, at the base of his cock.  

Quickly, before he could dance away or start moving,  Catherine tightened
and buckled the ball and cock strap.  He was hers, now.  Once he was hard,
he'd stay hard until she gave him relief.  She'd make sure that he earned
that relief, but once he'd come for her, in response to her, then, she'd
have him where he needed to be.  She hoped.

The strap on his cock and balls burned.  She was petting him, stroking him,
teasing him by brushing her erect nipples against him.  He groaned as his
dick hardened and his frustration grew.  Laughing at him, her eyes
sparkling, she leaned up against him, sliding her breasts against him as
she lifted herself up to kiss him again;  a deep, probing, demanding kiss
that he could not stop himself from returning.  He tried to follow her lips
down as she again receded back down his chest.

She moved away, surveying her handiwork.  Good, good, a real, major league
hard on.  First point to you, Cathy-girl.  The cock strap would keep that
piece of man meat full and hard.  Well, she was going to get him so hard
his eyes crossed.  She slunk away making sure he got the full benefit of
her round firm ass undulating in time to her steps.  A click at her wrist,
and the cone returned to its smaller diameter, effectively making her
invisible once more.  Silently she moved behind him, adding the final piece
to her costume as she went.

A scuffing sound came from behind him.  Something being skidded along the
floor.  Two hard points pressed into his back as two, teasing hands slid
sensuously up his ribs to his chest, stopping to pinch and tease his
nipples.  Her perfume, subtly mixed with the aroma of fine leather wafted
through his darkness heightened senses.  Her breath tickled at his ear. 
"Truly superb lovers, fully arouse their partners, patty.  They tease and
caress until their lovers can't possibly stand it another second and then
they do it some more.  Do you know what the worst fate a woman suffers at
the hands of the inept lover?  Not coming, being left hanging out on the
edge, but not quite getting over the top because the man loses his hard on
or his interest.  You can't come, patty, not till I take that pretty little
leather ribbon off you cock.  I can tease you and play with you and all
that will happen is that you'll get harder.  When your body tries to cum,
nothing will happen because nothing can get out.  Not sperm and not the
blood that is filling your poor dickie to bursting."

Her hands kept teasing him, tickling at his nipples, slowly stroking and
fondling his erect penis.  "Now, patty, you will find out how that feels to
a woman."   All nerves went on red alert from the change in her voice. 
Something hard was poking its way into the crease of his ass.

Standing on the platform to match his height, one hand on his cock, and the
other on the dildo she had inserted into the locking ring on her leather
harness, Catherine started to really smile for the first time.  Quickly,
she tried to feed it to the hidden rosette of his asshole before he could
start to resist and possibly hurt himself.  The dildo itself was really an
anal probe intended for such games.  It was long, nearly six inches, but
thin, only about a finger's width in diameter.  He had surely had larger
fingers up his ass during his annual physicals.   It was smooth plastic
with a gently ribbed intended to stimulate the nerve endings just inside
the anal opening with each stroke.  Once she had it fully inserted, she
would turn on the vibrator and give his prostate a massage that would
really get that dick of his pumped up.

From here on, she was following the normal lesson plan for the scene. 
She'd pull off the cock strap and force him to orgasm.  She'd intentionally
take the load in her face so that she could punish him for his 'audacity'. 
Then she'd use every ounce of skill she possessed to give him a senses-
shattering taste of the crop that would get him as hard as a rock again. 
That, hopefully, would give him something positive for her to build on when
he came back.  His response to the scene so far, although still
involuntary, was the most positive thing she had seen with him.  She almost
dared to hope.

The thing was in his ass.  The bitch was fucking his ass.  This is what he
got for trusting her.  He should have known, now all he could do was hang
here and take it, dangling from these chains.  The chains!  That's it.

Bouncing up with the little spring he could generate with just his toes, 
Patrick grabbed the actual chains holding his wrist cuffs in each hand. 
Combining the chains into one grip, he started to hand over hand climb up
the chain, his speed of ascent increasing as the amount of slack increased,
permitting him to move his hands further apart to climb.

Suddenly, Patrick was taller than she was again and getting even taller
still.  Her dildo plopped free of his rising ass before she thought to look
up and saw him climbing up to the ceiling.  Sufficient slack in the chain
allowing him now to hook his leg around a loop of the chain and take the
load off his arms.  Catherine fumbled for the remote control on her wrist,
ordering the electric winch in the ceiling to lower Patrick back to where
she could get her hands on him!  He kept climbing until the winch stopped,
all of the chain paid out.  Furious, she jumped down to stand below him. 
"Dammit, Pat, get down here, we are not finished yet."

"You may not be, but I am.  I am through with you and your screwy academy
of lunatics.  This session is over.  I want out and I want out, now."

Catherine literally stamped her foot in frustration and anger.  She had
been so close.  Another inch and the vibrator would have hit him where he
lived.  She had to try and get it back together.  "Now come on, patty, you
know the scene doesn't end till I say so, and you won't be allowed to leave
until the instruction is over.  Now come back down so that we can finish
what we started.  You know you were having a good time.  A hardon doesn't
lie."

"It does when it is prevented from going down.  I'm not going to come down
until you hand me the keys to these cuffs and promise me that the scene
ends and I can leave."

Crossing her arms, she glared at him, more angry than she had ever been in
her life.  She was failing.  She would fail unless she ... GOT.... HIM ....
DOWN!  "Listen to me, patty, the scene ends when you get back down here and
we finish your lesson.  Not one minute before."

"Well, get comfortable, bitch, because I'll come down when you meet my
requirements or when I pass out from hunger.  Not one stinking second
sooner."

He was so damnably strong.  He could stay up there for hours, maybe days. 
She might be able to have the monitors get him down, but that would mean
she'd lose any chance of maintaining a dominant role with him in the
future.  That..... male, that damned, infuriating, no good, beautiful MALE! 
Her mind spit the last word like a four letter curse word.  Nearly mindless
in her fury, Catherine grabbed the first thing she saw that she could reach
him with at that height, and swung with all her might and no finesse at
all.

SSSSSS Thwack!  The stinger end of the dressage whip sliced fire across the
back of his buttocks.  His mind momentarily blanked and he almost lost his
grip as pain took him.  Another cut, this one making an "X" with the first
across his ass.  Again and again she struck.  There was nowhere he could
go, no escape.  He tried twisting his torso and body so that his bottom was
away from her, but she stalked him, kept coming, kept swinging.  The whip
sang again, splitting through the crack of his ass to slice into tenderly
protected skin and to bite into his asshole.  He was unconscious before he
completed his scream.

Patrick fell, his fall broken by the tangle of chain about his wrists.  He
was again hanging by his wrists, his feet back on the floor, his head
drooping in insensibility.  Catherine's fury did not abate and she forgot
her intentions to continue the scene when he came down, to whip him
sensually, to make him orgasm under the teasing of a specially applied
whipping.  Red anger prodded her around behind him as she struck again. 
His head jerked up as he came out of the stupor.  She struck again and was
raising the whip to strike again when suddenly, the whip was ripped from
her hand.  It flew across the room and fell somewhere in the darkness. 
Something hooked at her foot and she was falling over backwards,
somersaulting.  Dazedly, she pressed a button on her wrist.  Seconds later,
the room was bright with lights as three husky monitors came rushing in.

William.

>>Code seven in Room 3-5,  Code seven in Room 3-5<<  The alarm was
broadcast in the living quarters of the Academy.  Code seven was an
emergency call for off duty monitors to proceed to the location of a scene
that was turning dangerous.  William went cold as he recognized the
location as the room where Catherine was having one last go at young
McDonald.  Pulling on a pair of jeans for protection more than modesty,
William raced to the center house to help his love.

The scene in the room was chaos.  Patrick was bound by the hands, his arms
raised slightly over his head.  Catherine was standing to one side, white
as a sheet.  On the floor around Pat were three monitors who were either
unconscious or semi conscious.  Three more monitors were circling him,
trying to get one of them behind him to immobilize him.  One did get there
and moved to lock up the kid so his partners could further restrain him. 
The man's hands had not even completed their grip, when a backward snap of
Pat's head knocked the man into dreamland.  The remaining men continued to
circle, Pat spun on light feet, up on his toes, to keep them both in his
peripheral vision.  

Then, William saw his ass.  It was already purpling from the fury of
Catherine's maddened attack.  Blood dripped from several of the many welts
swelling on his buttocks.  The backs of his thighs similarly showed the
ravages of whatever Cat had used on him.  My God, what had she done?!!? 
Another monitor moved in, only to be sent backward by a deceptively
beautiful and graceful spinning kick.

"ENOUGH!  BACK OFF, ALL OF YOU.  I SAID THAT IS ENOUGH."  The monitors
moved back, but stayed between Catherine and this violent slave.  Patrick
drew himself erect and stared down at the shorter dominant male.  William
smiled.  "I'm not fool enough to try and take you, lad, so just calm down. 
I said it was enough and it is.  This scene is over."  William turned to
the others.  "Who has the keys?"  Catherine reached into the pocket of her
waspie and drew out a key, which she tossed to William.  Shear hate
radiated from Patrick when he saw her.  William saw it, too.  "Catherine,
go to our rooms.  I will be there as soon as I've seen to Pat  You, two," 
he said to the two standing monitors.  "Make sure she goes and then make
sure she stays."  Catherine looked at her lover, shrugged her shoulders and
allowed herself to be led away.

William moved slowly to Patrick's side.  Stone grey eyes marked every step. 
William could almost see him calculating distances, tensing his body for
the attack once William was within range of that lashing foot.  William 
held his arms up in a sign of surrender.  "The scene is over, lad.  You
have my word.  Let me get you out of those chains."     

Things happened quickly after Pat was freed.  May arrived to take Pat to
the room equipped as a clinic.  Located in the second house, this was where
she took care of those ailments that sometimes accompanied the games played
at the Academy.  William shook his head.  Pat would not be sitting or
sleeping anywhere but on his stomach for at least a week.  May would have
to call one of their physician clients in to deal with this.  He had not
seen an ass like that in years.  The last one he had seen that badly
bruised and cut had been the reason he had opened the Academy.  So people
could play rough and not really get hurt.  Pat was really hurt and he had
gotten that way at his place.  If those cuts became infected .....

Well, he'd have to deal with Michelene later.  Now, he had to deal with a
senior, experienced top who had just lost control of a scene so badly that
she had injured a bottom.  Bad news all around.  Pat getting more hurts to
deal with when he came here for help dealing with other problems.  Shit.