Chapter 3
The following morning, having qualified in the crucial tests with the headmistress, Hope was prepared to commence her career as a teacher.
The thought was so thrilling that she was easily able to push from her mind the thought of the orgy in which she had participated the previous day.
During her first weeks, Hope had been informed, she would not actually take classes of her own, but would sit in with more experienced teachers so that she could study their methods.
Her teacher, that first day, was Catherine Grey. like most of the teachers at the school, she was young, twenty-seven, and beautiful. Beauty and youth, Hope learned were prime requirements for any teacher at the school.
Hope saw that it was her fresh young beauty rather than her scholastic achievements that had won her the job for which so many better qualified teachers had applied.
From the outset, Hope was impressed by the easy manner in which the woman controlled her class. She spoke clearly in an easy, relaxed style which seemed to hold the attention of the students who seemed to be fifteen to sixteen years of age.
Of the thirty in the class, six were boys. Catherine informed her that it was just about average for the school with girls outnumbering boys by four to one.
When Hope commented on the general beauty and fairness of the students, Catherine informed her that before any student was accepted, he or she went through a personal interview with the headmistress.
Many factors were considered before the applicant was accepted or rejected, and beauty of face and figure was most important of these. No matter how prominent or rich the parent, no unattractive student was accepted into the school.
Hope noticed that when a student provided an incorrect answer to a question, Miss Grey would correct her and explain the nature of the error. Her gentle manner was, Hope sensed, so much preferable to the attitude of many teachers Hope had suffered under.
And yet, when gentleness was not appropriate, she noted, Catherine Grey was more than capable of dealing with the situation in a quite different manner.
Late in the morning class, the teachers were astounded to hear a young lady say "damn" in a tone of clear exasperation.
Looking up in surprise, Catherine ordered the culprit to stand.
"That was a most unlady-like expression, Alice," she said sternly. "Will you inform me as to the nature of your reason for saying that word in the presence of the class ? "
"I'm terribly sorry, Miss Grey. I made a mess in my book with the ink."
"You would never be punished by me for an accident, Alice," Miss Grey went on quite calmly, "but for the use of such intemperate language in class, you will be punished. Come forward please."
"Will you punish me yourself, Miss Grey?" the girl asked hopefully as she reached the teacher's desk.
"Yes, Alice, I shall. Go to the chair and prepare yourself.
"Thank you. Miss Grey," the girl said with feeling as she walked the few feet to an armless chair set up facing the class.
Calmly, Catherine got up and walked over to the chair where she sat. Beside her, the prepared girl waited for the command to lie across the waiting lap of the lovely teacher.
Preparation, Hope was surprised to see, consisted of the girl standing by the chair facing the class and raising her clothing above her waist. Nothing but her stockings covered her below that point.
It must bo terribly shameful for the girl to have to so display her body to the class of boys and girls. Looking at her, Hope saw that she was really more woman than girl.
Her thighs and tummy were luscious in their perfection of form and smoothness. A neat triangle of curly black hair heightened the whiteness of her lovely belly and thighs. She stood with her legs pressed tightly together, but there was no way she could hide herself since she was obliged to stand rigidly at attention with her hands at her sides.
Hope was barely able to hide a smile as she found herself wondering how many male cocks were standing rigidly at attention at that moment. Taking a quick look around the room, she noticed one boy with a hand in his pocket and guessed what he was doing.
As the girl turned to lower herself over the lap of the teacher, Hope caught her breath at the loveliness of the young ass she saw.
The skin was flawless, swelled into rounds that were just slightly oval and seemed delightfully firm. With a start, she found herself envying the teacher who held the girl on her thighs and would soon spank the sweetly formed ass.
Ignoring the class whom, she guessed were also staring at the girl, Hope feasted her eyes on the sight of the twin cheeks so beautifully separated by the shadowy valley that looked so tempting
Hope wanted to rush over and bury her face in it.
Catherine raised her right hand, wrapped her left arm around the smooth bare waist and delivered the first spank. It sounded loud in the quiet room.
It was obviously a stinging spank and the girl emitted a little gasp of shock. Again Catherine raised her right hand, the palm flat and smooth, the long, tapered fingers looking so graceful. Down came the hand. The firm cheek jiggled under the spank and the girl gave a louder cry this time.
As Catherine raised her hand again, Hope thrilled to the sight of the pink flush where the first spank had landed. The hand slapped again and the flush grew brighter.
Catherine went on spanking with smooth, rhythmic efficiency as the girl cried and bounced over her lap while the cheeks of her pretty ass grew a bright red.
Hope almost gasped aloud at what happened next. She did hear some gasps from the students. In her writhing as she cried and pleaded for mercy, Alice agitated so that one of her titties pushed out over the top of her rather low cut dress and fell right out.
It hung dangling and swaying as the spanking went on. It was a beautiful tittie, Hope saw at once. Not as big as her own, but big for a girl of sixteen. It was white as marble, beautifully pink tipped and looked so firm that it was mouth watering.
For a long time, the spanking went on as the lovely red ass heaved and bounced and the white bubbie swayed.
Hope pressed her thighs together under the desk and rubbed them together in passion. She guessed that every cock in the room was stiff with lust and that more than one girl were wishing she could get her hands and her mouth on the smooth, threshing body.
And then the spanking ended with both butt cheeks glowing brightly.
Sobbing, Alice got up clumsily and seemed horrified to find her right tittie hanging out naked before the members of the class. She reached to stuff it back in, but the teacher stopped her.
"No, Alice," she said without anger. "You permitted your breast to fall out so it shall remain out until you return to your desk after the walk. Start now."
Holding her clothing well above her waist, her luscious bubbies bouncing, she began walking down the aisle of desks. All eyes were on her as she approached and every head turned quickly when she passed to enjoy another look at the bright red ass cheeks.
The walk was not completed until she had walked every aisle, returned to the desk to thank her teacher for having disciplined her, turned to face the class again and dropped her skirts into place while tucking the well exposed tittie back into the top of her dress.
As she walked back to her desk, Catherine explained to Hope that this had been a normal, minor punishment. The reason the girl had thanked her earlier for deciding to spank her then and there, she went on, was that most teachers would have considered that the offence justified listing the girl for major punishment.
"Major punishment?" Hope asked. "What does that involve?"
"At the end of each class day, the lists are turned over to Miss Carter. Some of the culprits are ordered to appear at her private suite to re-beaten by the teachers in special punishment from her, while the others are sions. It usually means the spanking paddle, strap, or even the cane."
"And does this happen often?" Hope asked.
"There is a standing rule that at least one student from each class must be on the list each day. If there have been no major infractions, then the one who came closest by means of inattention or poor quality work becomes the winner."
"That must be a hard decision to make," Hope observed.
"Not terribly so as a rule. Other teachers don't have to worry much about it as they usually have three or four names on the list early in the day."
"I take it you're kinder than most of them."
"I don't know. I don't believe in punishing any student just for my own or Miss Carter's amusement. If punishment is deserved, they get it, if it isn't, I prefer to see that they don't."
"That does seem fair."
"Oh, by the way, Hope, Miss Carter informs me you have never administered a spanking of any type. Is that right?" She seemed stunned.
"That's right," Hope admitted as if a little ashamed of her inadequacy.
"Then we must do something about it. You will look after the next one who earns a spanking."
"Gee, Catherine, I'm nervous about spanking someone right in front of the class."
"Are you?" Catherine smiled warmly. "Then just think of how the victim will feel. One word of warning, by the way. If you get a reputation as a light spanker, the students will be quick to take advantage of you and will not respect you as they should. Lay it on well."
As they returned their attention to the class, Catherine called sharply to the boy who sat behind Alice. He was bent forward talking to her and, she guessed, teasing about what he had seen.
"Arthur," she commanded, "you will come forward and be punished immediately. You are well aware of the rules about talking in class."
Blushing furiously, the boy stood and walked nervously to the front of the room. Sitting at the desk watching as the big boy advanced, Hope felt at least as nervous as he.
But nervous or not, she realized, discipline was an important part of teaching and she had to learn. Making her tone sound much more confident than she really felt, Hope ordered him to go to the chair and prepare to have his bare behind spanked.
As she saw him trembling with fear and shame, Hope felt a surge of poise and knew she would be able to go through with it.
While Hope stared in amazement, the big boy removed his pants and dropped them to the floor. Blushing furiously, he bent and pulled his under pants down and off. Hope saw that he was quite a big boy indeed.
Although his tool wasn't really standing up, it looked quite excited and she guessed that it had been hard when he got up from his desk. If I were alone with him for this spanking, she thought, it would soon be hard.
She walked confidently to the chair, sat and added to his discomfort by staring directly at his dangling pecker, then ordered him over her lap.
His butt was almost girlishly smooth and the first spank sent a thrill through her as she felt the contact between her hand and the smooth cheek. After a half dozen spanks, he was squirming and beginning to sob.
The excitement spurred her on so that she spanked harder and the boy was soon sobbing and beating his ass. As he did, she felt the form of his cock through her thin gown and that really added to the pitch of her arousal.
Before long, the boy was crying loudly as Hope's spanking hand rose and fell with a sharp, confident spank each time. When both cheeks were a nice bright red, Hope decided she had done well. Releasing him from her lap, she sent him for his walk up and down the aisles.
Arthur drew a lot of attention from the other students and Hope read a look of approval in Catherine's eyes as she returned to the desk.
While she was thrilled at having passed the spanking test, she was even more thrilled at the tingling sensation she felt between her thighs where her cunny had become very hot and aroused.
When another girl was to be spanked later, Hope was again given the task and handled it more than adequately. When it was over, the twitching she felt inside her pussy was such that she knew she would go crazy if she didn't find a way to put the fire out.
Sensing that the young teacher was in trouble, Catherine took her to her room when the classes were over and they were quick to strip naked together.
After just a little of playing, each sucked the hot, wet cunt of the other until they came. It was the first time she had ever sucked a woman while having her own slit licked and she decided she liked it that way. She told Catherine how she felt about it.
"Most of us do it that way, dear," Catherine told her. "It really is more fun."
"You mean all the teachers do it?" Hope asked.
"Of course," Catherine laughed. "And it isn't restricted to teachers either."
"You mean the students too?"
"Of course, darling," Catherine said as she knelt up and Hope watched the well kissed teats flapping with the motion. "I must warn you though that no girl is permitted to suck or be sucked until Miss Carter breaks her in. There is a list of available girls and boys and you'd be wise to check it before taking any of them to bed."
"Boys too? Do they all fuck?"
"Most of them, but you'd be safer to check."
Hope recalled the big boy she had spanked that day and decided to check the list quickly. Fucking with her uncle had not been very enjoyable, but the thought of leading an eager sixteen-year-old boy through all the games until his stiff cock drove up her twat excited her all over again.
But that was no problem. Catherine saw her excitement and pushing her down on the bed, licked her slit until she came again.