Chapter 13
Before leaving at the end of the term, Hope assured Miss Carter that she would return a few days before the beginning of the following one. When Elizabeth invited her to visit a few times during the summer since she would be staying at the school, Hope told her, with a knowing smile, that she would be delighted to visit.
With plenty of money to cover her needs, Hope took an apartment in London not far off Charing Cross. Although it was in an older building, it was clean and pleasant and as an added advantage, the landlady was pleasant.
Before long, Hope discovered the landlady was more of a friend than she wanted. When she found that Hope had spent two consecutive evenings alone in her room, she was horrified.
"You dear little thing," she said in a conspiratorial tone, "you're much too beautiful to spend your time alone. I have some gentlemen friends who would be more than delighted to help you pass the time in most interesting ways, if you know what I mean."
Instinctively, Hope knew that the woman would collect a nice reward from her gentlemen friends for introducing them to her if she provided them with what they wanted. Shock seemed like a good way to end such things once and for all, so she used it.
"My dear, Mrs. Brown," she sighed and stretched tiredly, "the reason I took this quiet apartment was to get some rest. For close to ten months, there have been so many tongues and stiff rocks inside my cunt that the thought of one more just makes me want to scream."
She was able, with great effort to conceal her laugh as the woman's jaw fell and her mouth flew open.
"Oh. I.. . I thought you were such a quiet little thing. I mean, I didn't know you were that kind of a woman."
"What kind of a woman, Mrs. Brown? After all, your were going to send your friends around to fuck me. I will let you know though if my twat gets twitchy and I need it sucked or screwed."
Completely flustered, the landlady took a hurried leave and Hope congratulated herself on having handled the situation well.
That evening, Hope went alone to the Burbidge Theatre and watched a play. It was reasonably good for a Shakespeare work, she thought, but since she didn't really appreciate the bard's stiffness of style, it was not really a tribute.
The following day, she decided to look up some of her old friends in the city. Molly, her oldest and best friend in all of London, was delighted to see her.
They lunched at the tea shoppe where the Bitch Witch, the phantom woman who posted notices calling for equality for all women made her contacts with the women of London. On that day, there was no notice posted, but Molly told her of some recent ones that had been sensational and were now the gossip of all London.
"Oh how well I remember those notices," Hope laughed. "I was only a girl then, but I used to steal into the entrance and read them. I was most impressed then, I must say."
"Aren't you now, Hope?"
"Not as much, I suppose. After all, being human, I'm selfish, I guess. I have all the freedom I want with the teaching position at the school, I have a full sex life as well, so there isn't much more for me to want."
That proved to be the key to unlock a more intimate conversation. Talking in little more than whispers, the two women exchanged stories of their experiences since they last met.
It wasn't long before they were planning to join forces for some interesting times while Hope was in the city. While she was married, Molly still enjoyed playing around a little, although she was quite circumspect about it. Her husband was a hard working man who spent little time at home and couldn't keep his wife satisfied.
"There's this most wonderful club, darling," she tried to control the shaking of her voice. "It's women only and every member tries to outdo the others in daring. I'm a member and you must come as my guest."
"It sounds wonderful, dear," Hope answered. "Would I be-likely to know any of the members ? "
"I doubt it. The two really key members are two Janes, Armstrong and Grey. They're not much older than us, about thirty or so, perhaps even less. All the members are wild, but those two, along with one gal called Joyce, are really the wildest. Will you really come with me?"
"It sounds like fun, darling, I can't wait. When will it be?"
"The next meeting is on Thursday at one in the afternoon. Oh, there's one thing I must point out, they do a lot of spanking, give and take. Does that bother you ? "
Hope laughed a little, then apologized for having done so. "I've taken a few very interesting spankings and, as a school teacher, you can guess that I've administered more than a few."
"Oooh, tell me," Molly sounded excited. "Tell me all about it."
Swearing her friend to secrecy and trusting her to keep the oath, Hope told her a lot of things about the school Before she finished, she caught Molly rubbing her thighs together under the table.
"My dear," Hope teased, "I didn't realize you were so interested in education."
"Oh please, Hope, dear, do tell me more about the school. But first, let's go to my place. My husband will not be home until late in the evening and we can be alone. Please come."
"Of course I will, silly. Let's finish our tea and be on our way."
They finished their tea in record time and went outside where they found a carriage to hurry them to Molly's house. On the way, Molly told her that there was an interesting rumor sweeping London to the effect that Jane Armstrong, one of the women Hope would meet the first time she went to a meeting of the special club, was really the Bitch Witch.
"Ooh, how thrilling it would be to meet her, and hear how she talks. Do you think she really could be the Bitch Witch?"
"I don't know, Hope. She says many of the things in the same vein and she claims to be a follower. Most women think she is the Bitch Witch, but I have to doubt it some. For one thing, her husband is a member of parliament now and that would make it pretty sticky."
"I suppose it would for an ordinary woman, Molly, but I understand the Bitch Witch is no ordinary woman. Perhaps that would only make it more of a challenge to her. Have you thought of that?"
Molly admitted she hadn't considered that aspect of it, but by then, it didn't really matter. The carriage was drawing up in front of her house and they hurried out of it. There were more interesting things to be said and done and the Bitch Witch would have to wait for any further discussion.
Hope liked the house, it was a good one without any show of pretension, much, Hope thought, like her friend.
Inside the house, Molly conducted her to a drawing room where she produced a bottle of sherry from the Spanish Indies and poured two big glasses. Then, ringing for the maid, she dismissed her for the day.
"Now then, darling, please tell me everything about this wonderful school. I'm just dying to hear everything."
Sensing that her friend was most interested in corporal punishment, Hope told her much about it. She told too about how both male and female students were summoned to the room of a teacher for the evening or the entire night not only for punishment, but for anything the teacher wanted.
"Oh, darling, tell me more, but I'm going crazy just hearing and thinking about it."
"I refuse to tell you any more about it," Hope wore her sternest look.
"Why, Hope ? " Molly was almost crying. "Because we both have too many clothes on," she said with an impish grin as she reached to unbutton her dress.
"Oh, Hope, darling, to think that we were such close, wonderful friends and never had the courage to tell each other about our interests. Isn't it silly?" Molly too, was taking her dress off.
"It's not as silly as it sounds, dear. After all, I didn't learn about the joys of life really until I went to the school."
Down to only her shift by then, Hope paused in her undressing. When she took it off, she would be naked except for her stockings. She decided to prolong the unveiling a little bit.
"Yes, Hope," Molly panted, "you wait a minute. I'll take mine off first. I want to be bare naked when yours comes off."
With a passionate smile, she reached for the hem of her shift and jerked it over her head. Hope was surprised at the beautiful figure of her friend and told her so with her words and her eyes.
"I'll take mine off now, dear," Hope said gently as she reached to grasp the hem.
"Please do it slowly, darling. Let me see just a bit of you at a time. I know it will be the most beautiful body I've ever seen and I want to see it slowly."
Hope obliged and it took a long time to take the garment off.
"Oh darling," it was a reverent whisper. "I never dreamed you were so beautiful, I never knew any woman could be. Please let me hold you."
With a warm smile, Hope held her arms out and walked toward her. Molly moved too and they fell into a passionate embrace. Their bodies rubbed along their full length as the two warm, moist mouths clung in a kiss that involved tongues and hot breath as they took from and gave to each other with wild abandon.
"I can't wait, Hope," Molly panted, "please let me lick you all over and suck your little cunny."
"How about you, dear?" Hope asked as they moved to the couch together. "Doesn't your cunny want to be played with and sucked? Don't you want to come for my mouth?"
"Oh yes, yes, I do want you to lick my slit and rub me and make me cry with joy."
Their arms tangled then as they began to fondle lovely big teats. Molly's weren't quite as big as Hope's, but the hills were more than big enough and the luscious pink tips, small and soft at the beginning, soon grew to the bigness of thumbs and became delightfully hard.
When they were as hard and big as they could get, Hope bent her head and took one between her lips while her mouth bathed the white skin.
With a cry that came from deep in her throat, Molly pushed a hand between Hope's thighs and began searching for the warm slit. Just to help, Hope opened her thighs so that her cunt could be reached and stroked.
For a little while, Molly was content to stroke the lips and the hot mouth of the crack, but then she had to go further. Her finger pushed inside and began to probe and diddle.
Now it was Hope's turn to writhe and cry out in passion. The probing finger found her clitoris and rubbed. Hope felt her whole body tremble with delight. Her twat had never felt so excited, so good.
Molly pulled the teat away from her mouth and Hope watched it bounce away, the big nipple red and shiny wet from her mouth.
The lovely face moved quickly down her belly toward her waiting twat. As she fell onto her back on the wide couch, Hope threw her legs up and drew them wide apart to make room for the face.
As she did, she pulled Molly's thighs open and gazed at the dark slit in the bottom of the smooth, white belly. Reaching around from behind the big, firm butt, she found the soft cunny lips with her fingers and drew them apart.
The quim was already hot and moist. At the moment she pressed her mouth to the hot slit, she felt Molly's lips on her own cunt.
Both faces pressed deeply into the respective crotches, tongues darted inside and they began to suck each other with abandoned lust. While they sucked noisily, their hands held and rubbed ass cheeks and thighs.
Hope felt a finger pushing into the tight hole between her ass cheeks and playing a little fucking game there. It made her even wilder so that she sucked harder and gave her lover a few playful spanks on one cheek of the fully curved ass. Molly seemed to love it so she spanked harder and the sweet face pressed more deeply into the warmth of her crotch while the maddening tongue lashed the inside of her quim.
Molly was the first to come, but even while her body was trembling and jerking with the excitement of it, she went on sucking even more voraciously so that it was just a matter of seconds before Hope felt her own cunt building up to the big explosion. She came with a bang.
In a little while, the women sat up and sipped sherry as they talked. While Molly played with her firm, heavy teats, Hope told her more stories about life in the school.
"Do you enjoy spanking?" Molly asked.
"I truly love it," she answered honestly. "The sheer joy of looking down on a bare ass over my lap, the feel of firm cheeks jiggling under my hand with each spank, the sound of the cries and the rubbing of the girl across my thighs is just the most exciting thing in the world."
"Will you spank me, Hope? I don't mean just playful little pats like you gave me while we we're sucking. I mean the real thing, just as if I were a naughty student and you were punishing me."
"Of course I shall, darling. You have a lovely ass for spanking."
"Oh, how wonderful. Did you bring any of your punishment things with you ? "
"As a matter-of-fact, I do have a strap and a nice cane back in my room."
"Ooh, I'm going crazy just thinking of it. To be strapped and caned by a stern teacher is the most exciting thing I can imagine. Will you do it to me tomorrow ? "
"Of course I shall dear, if that's what you really want. I warn you though, it will hurt."
"I want it to. I want to scream and beg you to stop, but you mustn't. We'll decide before we start how many I'm to get with the strap and the cane and then you must stick to it. You'll scold me and shame me and make me cry terribly and my butt will sting and tingle for hours after. Oh I can't wait."
"Is that right?" Hope asked with a smile as she drew away from the woman and stood beside the couch.
Looking completely composed, Hope picked up her glass and drained it. Looking around the room, she saw a big, armless chair and walked to it. Sitting, she looked toward the couch. There was a gleam in Molly's eyes that told her she was doing just what the woman wanted.
"Come to me at once, Molly," she cracked the words with the sting of a whip.
As if hypnotized, Molly stood and Hope saw that she was trembling. She walked to stand in front of the chair before the naked teacher.
"How dare you walk around the school in shameless nudity like that. You are going to be punished this very minute."
"Oh please, Miss," Molly begged in a sobbing voice, "don't spank me. My ass is so tender and you spank so hard."
"Nonsense," Hope snapped firmly. "Lie over my lap this moment and turn that chubby bare ass up for a stinging spanking."
Continuing to scold the naughty student, Hope wrapped her left arm firmly around the nude waist, gazed with rapt wonder at the lovely ass cheeks, then delivered a stinging spank to the pouting right cheek.
It jiggled nicely under her hand and Molly cried out.
"So it hurts your ass, does it . . . SPANK . . . Well it's going to hurt a lot more . . . SPANK . . . How about this? . . . SPANK . . . and this . . .
Molly heaved and tossed wildly as she cried to the full extent her lungs would permit. Both cheeks of her butt were brilliant red and hot to the touch of the smooth palm which spanked and spanked as if it would never stop.
When it did stop at last, Hope ordered her curtly to stand. Molly did so and stood with tears flowing down her face and over her breasts as she rubbed her stinging ass and promised the teacher that she would be a good girl.
"Go to the couch at once," Hope snapped, "and lie down with your hot ass on that rough fabric. It will add to the sting you feel now."
As Molly, still sobbing, walked to the couch, Hope thrilled at the wriggling of the crimson cheeks. She knew just what she was going to do.
Molly lay flat on the couch, her tear stained face staring up, her hot ass heaving as if the hand was still spanking it.
Without a word, Hope mounted the couch and straddled the shivering form of the well spanked young woman whose sobs were soft music now as the pain of the spanking began to be replaced by the delicious after tingle that followed.
"Look up at my ass, Molly. It's nice and white, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss Benson. It's a very beautiful ass."
"Your ass is very red, Molly. It's red because you have been spanked hard for being naughty. Do you understand that?"
"Oh yes. I understand that I was naughty and you had to spank me."
"And are you sorry?"
"Oh yes, Miss. I am truly sorry and I promise not to be naughty again."
"Very well, then Molly," Hope still wore the expression as she knelt up fondling her aroused teats and squeezing them excitedly, "I shall give you an opportunity to prove that you are sincere."
"Oh yes, Miss Benson, anything. Just tell me what you wish me to do."
"I am going to lower my butt until it is sitting on your wet face. First you are going to lick the cheeks of my butt, lick and kiss my butt hole, then find my cunt and suck it until I come. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Benson I understand."
"And will you lick and suck me well or shall I spank you again?"
"Please don't spank me again. My poor ass is so hot and sore. I'll lick and suck your butt and your cunt and make you come in my mouth. Truly I shall, Miss Benson."
Hope was squeezing and rubbing her teats even harder then as she spread her thighs and allowed her ass to drop onto the wet, waiting face.
She felt the lips and the tongue licking her ass and finding the crack and the hole. After she had been licked well, there, she trembled in anticipation as the knowing mouth found her twat and the delightful tongue moved into her slit and began licking.
While Molly licked, Hope's body bounced up and down as if she were riding her pony all the way to climaxtown.
She reached her destination and cried out as she squeezed her teats until it hurt and ground her hot, wet ass into the sweet face under her.
Later, as they chatted, Molly told that it was the very best spanking she had ever received and that the sucking of Hope's cunt made it even more perfect.
Before they began discussing the beating with the strap and cane for the following day, they took time out while Hope sucked her off.