Chapter 8
When Betty and Mary found out they weren't going to be expelled from school because Miss Weaver had consented to not telling Headmistress Mollingford about what happened, they were ecstatically happy. They had been saved from what would have happened to them if they had been thrown out of school.
Karen was so happy to see them happy that she blocked most of what had happened in Miss Weaver's room out of her mind as not being as bad as it was. She would be able to spend the rest of the year here with her best friends and life would go on as if nothing had happened. Except, that is, for the fact that Miss Weaver still knew what had gone on and Karen was going to have to spend some more time in her room on certain nights.
Karen hadn't told Betty and Mary the whole story or that before leaving Miss Weaver's room she had consented to becoming Miss Weaver's personal maid and waitress whenever she was ordered. Miss Weaver had assured her that it wouldn't interfere with her school work or her other endeavors, but she had demanded as a stipulation to not telling the Headmistress of what had happened and having them all thrown out of school that was that Karen would continue to receive private disciplinary sessions to help correct her perverted nature.
In the condition she had been in when she agreed to Miss Weaver's demand s she could have hardly done otherwise, and really didn't remember much of what to had consented to, but she knew that when Miss Weaver summoned her, she would have to go obediently and wear her uniform.
That night was Friday night, and upon hearing the good news that afternoon, Betty and Mary insisted that they all three celebrate their good fortune. There was a dance being held at another private school only about an hour away, but this school was coed. There would be boys there and Betty and Mary insisted that they treat Karen to as much beer as she wanted to drink. It was their treat for Karen having gotten them off the hook.
Karen liked the idea at once, but she suddenly wondered if they would be able to go. "Betty assured her right away that it was a school approved dance for anyone of the girls who wanted to go. There would be plenty of faculty supervision from both Easton School and Marchmount, the site of the dance.
That day classes went quickly and in the early evening they were in their rooms, finishing dressing. They were all three excited about the dance and elated by the promise of Miss Weaver not to report them. Their terrible worries had disappeared and they now thought of nothing but the good time they were going to have that night.
At least most of it was forgotten. Karen, besides the brief time she spent thinking about what she would be required to do in the future was reminded about the previous night in another way.
Although it was not outright painful, and would not cause her any damage, her slightly swollen cunt mound ached from the slapping it had received by Miss Weaver the night before.
While Betty and Mary were putting the finishing touches to their clothes and make-up, Karen found her mind wandering quickly back to the most humiliating night of her life. Even now, the memory was enough to cause a ripple of chill tingles to flow along her back.
The sight of Miss Weaver's face, so close to hers as she pulled her head down by her chin and in a tone of voice of someone speaking to a child she told Karen to open her mouth wide again, like she had done when "we washed it out". And when she complied with the order, the tastes and texture of her own crotch-soaked panties being stuffed into her mouth as an effective gag against any sounds she might make.
"You'd better hurry up," Mary said to Karen as she sat as if in a trance, "We don't want to miss the bus.'
Karen was snapped back to reality only momentarily long enough to acknowledge Mary. "I'm ready she," she told her friend. As soon as Mary turned back to the mirror, Karen's mind immediately transported her back to where she had just left off.
"Hurry up," is exactly what Miss Weaver had said to her. After the panties had been stuffed into her mouth Miss Weaver had said, "Now you're going to get this nasty little cunt of yours smacked for doing what you were doing with it."
By this point Karen was almost beyond control of herself. Besides the pills which had kicked in full-force, there was the unbelievable humiliation and sense of complete captivity that overwhelmed her and put her completely in the control of this woman who was now marching her into the bedroom for the purpose of spanking her cunt. In all the years that her father had spanked her as a punishment on the buttocks, never had she ever considered or could have conceived being spanked on the pussy. But now it was about to happen to her.
When they entered the bedroom Miss Weaver flicked the wall switch, and a light illuminated the room. She ordered Karen to lie flat on her back on the bed so that her ass was on the edge of the bed and her legs were hanging over the edge.
After lying down and spreading her legs wide she really couldn't remember anything except that stinging, smacking, and finally numbing punishment she received from Miss Weaver's palm.
Ordering her to put her hands behind her back under her, so that she held herself in bondage, Miss Weaver positioned herself sitting up on the bed next to Karen. Holding her legs open and apart she then began a spanking of the sobbing girl's cunt.
At first it was light blows directly on the mound of her cunt, but with precision she opened Karen's cunt lips and steadily began smacking the crack and hole itself.
If Karen had had to describe to anyone what she felt as she lay there in that condition, her arms pinned behind her, her own cum stained panties stuffed into her bulging mouth, dressed in a waitress's uniform as Miss Weaver sat there beating her pussy, she could not. She would not be able to put those feelings into words, which was one reason she did not want to tell Betty and Mary.
But she remembered the result of the pussy-spanking with a curious fogged vividness. At first she cried from fear and physical pain, but after awhile it became a smacking, burning heat which inflamed her cunt and though she still could not believe it as she sat thinking about it, she had actually cum as Miss Weaver finished the task of disciplining her pussy. With her last whacks, cum squirted out of her abused hole with each impact until she cried from the force of the orgasm.
And when it was all over and she had lain silent on the bed for awhile to calm down, Miss Weaver told her to rise, took the panties out of her mouth and wiped her face with them to both dry her tears and humiliate her some more. Then she told her to put them back on, get back into her own clothes and return to her room. But not before giving her the terms of their future agreement.
As the three girls boarded the small, Easton School-owned bus for the trip, Karen promised herself she would dismiss the incident from her mind so that it would not spoil her evening. And all the rest of the night she hardly did think about it, except for the occasional ache she felt in her cunt.
The bus was full of excited, energetic girls when it arrived at Marchmount School. They politely and orderly filed off the bus and into the auditorium while being carefully counted by a faculty member from each institution.
On the way Karen had remembered Mary's offer of paying for as much beer as he could drink and she suddenly found herself wondering where this beer was going to come from.
Mary knew all about these dances and she told Karen that the local boys always came and waited across the back way in a dead end street for the girls to sneak out for some beer drinking and usually some heavy passes.
"They'll be plenty of beer there, don't you worry about that," Mary assured her. And probably some good pot too."
All three of them laughed and giggled a little at the prospect of it all, but they cautioned each other not to get caught doing anything wrong, especially after the tight jam they had just gotten out of. They didn't want to press their luck.
"Sneaking out won't be a problem after a little while Mary assured Karen, just wait until I give the signal."
Karen agreed, and nothing else was said about it. But the first thing Karen though of when she entered the auditorium was how they were going to get out. But she had promised not to worry about it so she didn't.
There was a live band playing there and all totaled there were probably two hundred students with only a few faculty members to keep tabs. Karen began to notice after only about a half an hour that once the band played and people started dancing it would be impossible to keep track of who was where. She also noticed that some of the faculty members would leave the auditorium for the faculty lounge nearby because the couldn't stand the noise or didn't like the music.
When she found Betty after about a half-hour's parting she asked where Mary was.
"She's already outside'" Betty told her, seeing the surprise register in her face. "She's out making sure that everything is like she told us. She wants to make sure you have anything you want to drink or smoke. She say's it's only the best for you tonight."
Karen felt a great sense of warmth for Betty as she told her this, and for Mary too. They were truly her friends.
"You know," Betty confided in her, pulling her aside into the corner for added privacy, "Mary is so grateful to you for straightening things out with Miss Weaver for all of us. She feels so bad about the things she said to you before you left the room last night. You know, about you being all to blame for what happened and everything."
Karen tried to indicate to Betty that no explanation was necessary, but Betty insisted on saying more.
"I'm really grateful and sorry too," Betty said, looking somewhat guilty. "I knew it wasn't all your fault, but I was too scared to say anything. You might have shoved that brush into Mary's pussy, but I ate you and fingerfucked your ass-hole all by myself. I was just as much to blame. I did it because I wanted to."
Karen gave her a great big smile and kissed her briefly on the cheek. She wanted to give her a big hug, but she thought better of it.
"Thanks," Karen said to her friend. "And I want to tell you something. I'm glad you made me cum. Because you and Mary are the best friend s I'll ever have."
Neither one of the girls noticed where Mary had come back from, but she found them in the corner and gave them both a big wink which meant that everything outside was ready.
"You should see some of the guys," she said with a grin, "they're gorgeous. Especially this one with a really neat white car. I already sat in the back seat with him and had a beer and a joint. Her eyes attested to that. We'll wait a few minutes more," she said in a whisper, "and we'll all go out."
She then left for the ladies room "to pee," she said, but it wasn't really. She then quickly popped another piece of gum into her mouth to make sure the scent of both the beer and the pot was off her breath.
"She then explained to them that the best way out of there was through the window in the ladies room. "Once in awhile one of the old witches will stick her nose in there to see if anything's going on, but we just have to watch out for each other coming and going." They then all filed to the ladies room one at a time, but close behind each other. Once they were inside Mary took the watch at the door, opening it just a crack so she could see out into the hallway.
"It's all clear" she said and Betty and Karen carefully climbed up onto the windowsill and out the top. The bathroom was on ground level so the drop was no more than a couple of feet. And there were cement window ledges on the outside so they could climb back up.
Once Betty and Karen were out they anxiously waited for Mary to follow, for there was no one watching the door for her, and if anyone entered while she was going out the window, it would be trouble for all of them again. But Mary dropped to the ground and happily came over to where they were waiting.
She was all smiles at her accomplishment and daring, and she was also happy from the combination of beer and pot she had already consumed.
Following quickly behind Mary, Karen and Betty soon arrived at the end of a small dead end road. There were no houses or buildings and it was remote. There was nothing but woods and about twenty people. Some of them Karen immediately noticed as being other girls from her school, some of them were girls she had never seen before, probably from Marchmont or from the local area, and some of them were boys.
She was very excited by it all. It was like a private little carnival out in the woods. The music from the band playing back in the auditorium could be heard, there was plenty of cold beer in buckets crammed full of ice, and the smell of pot could be detected in small whiffs.
Mary grabbed Karen by the hand and pulled her over to a small group of people sitting beneath a tree. Karen could see a joint being passed around as soon as she sat down next to Mary and Betty.
"This is my friend Karen, and this is my friend Betty," Mary introduced them as if she knew all the people there. Everyone said hello in different volumes at different times in a mixed jumble of salutations, and Karen said hello back. She was handed a beer and a couple of tokes of the joint and within fifteen minutes she was feeling as good as Mary and the rest of the people there. She felt wonderful. She felt free and easy and she breathed the fresh night air with deep inhalations of breath. She was handed another beer and the three of them, the three roommates, had a toast. Clinking their beer cans together they toasted themselves and their everlasting friendship. And then, as Mary was getting up to mingle among the rest of the gathering, she said, "Here's a toast to boys!"
And as they toasted and drank Karen found great significance in the fact that Mary had chosen to toast to that. She remembered Mary's remark of the day before about how she liked to have sex with boys and how she implied that Karen didn't. And Karen began to wonder if that was really true. After all, she really hadn't ever had decent sex with a man, and now she had had several lesbian sex encounters, topped off by the incredible events of the night before in Miss Weaver's room.
Each time, under all the different conditions of it happening, the only times Karen had ever really had orgasms, the only times that she had ever really had sex and enjoyed the experience was when she was doing it with another girl. The thought that she was possibly a lesbian had come to her a few times in the last day, and the truth was, it wouldn't have bothered her if she'd decided that that was indeed what she was, but she knew that what she wanted was to be fucked by a male. She knew she could like it. And she was beginning to feel as though she wanted to get fucked to prove to herself, and even to Mary that she wasn't a lesbian.
But if Mary had meant anything subtle by her toast, she didn't show it as she got up and cheerfully kissed both Betty and Karen on the cheeks. "I'm going to find a hunk," she said as she half skipped, half walked away.
"There were now several boys sitting in the assembled group with Karen, Betty and two or three other .girls. Karen looked around at them, and although a few of them were cute, she didn't see anyone who really impressed her. She had no idea of what she was looking for, but she felt this feeling that she wanted a certain kind of man to really fuck her for the first time and make her cum like other girls had made her cum. like Betty's tongue and finger had made her cum.
And when she turned to Betty who was taking another toke of the powerful pot she noticed that she was talking a great deal to the tall, well built boy that was next to her. They were both obviously stoned and having a good time, as was Karen. As the joint was passed around to her she took a toke and felt her head begin to buzz in a pleasant, stoned, fog.
Only a minute or two later, when another joint was passed to her and she took another hit she noticed that the boy who was sitting next to Betty was now resting his hand on her knee. Her skirt was riding up her legs and as they continued to talk, Karen noticed how he began to rub her leg and her kneecap. And she was happy for Betty, because Betty was enjoying the attention he was paying to her. Without bothering her Karen got up from the circle of people and wandered in the direction that Mary had gone.
She looked around for several minutes for her roommate, but she was nowhere to be found. There were several cars parked in the area and Karen looked in almost all of them, but not finding Mary.
One car she looked in, however, startled not only her, but the two people in it. She approached one car and saw two people in the front seat. As she walked up to the window, which was slightly rolled down and said, "Mary?" The boy behind the wheel whipped his head around in surprise, and Karen could plainly see that the girl with him had a firm hold of his bulging hard cock, that was sticking straight up out of his pants. She had been pumping away at it furiously when Karen interrupted them.
Excusing herself immediately, and almost running away from them, she found herself growing excited in her cunt from the sight of that boy's big meat pole clenched tightly in her hand. She had never given a guy a hand job before, but she had listened to Mary's stories about how guy's loved it. How they started to moan and groan just like girls do when they're coming. "And then they shoot this hot, hot load of scum into your hand," she had remembered her telling her. And then she thought about Betty's story the night before they got caught by Miss Weaver. How she had made her boyfriend come in a "sticky white puddle on his stomach, and how she had rubbed it into his stomach and cock until it evaporated. These thoughts in rapid succession sent chills running up and down her spine, and it made her cunt tingle deep inside with a familiar glowing need.Karen knew she wanted to be fucked, and as she saw different couples disappear into the woods, or drive away in an occasional leaving car, she became aware that she did not have all the time in the world to find a sex partner. But she could did not have all the time in the world to find a sex partner. The dance was only going to last for a few hours and they would have to be back soon. She suddenly wished she could find Mary again, but she still didn't see her. When she returned to where Betty was sitting in the circle of people she was not there. As she looked around she saw Betty disappearing into the woods hand-in-hand with that boy she was sitting next to. The one with his hand on her leg. Karen found herself smiling for Betty, because she was going off with an attractive boy.
Standing alone, her two friends gone off, Karen felt suddenly left out and lonely. She realized she was very stoned, but she couldn't help thinking that she was just not good at finding and talking to boys.