Chapter 4
Each day after that, Hope sat in with a different teacher and discovered that each employed a different method. Of them all, she vastly preferred the style of Catherine Grey who was always fair in discipline and seemed devoted to helping students actually learn.
Least of all did she appreciate the style of Margaret Thompson. One of the oldest teachers in the school at the age of thirty-one, Margaret seemed to devote all her time and attention in classes to finding reasons for administering beatings.
Un-like Catherine, she considered hand spanking much too mild and preferred the cane and strap. As a result, students guilty of only minor offences were listed for major punishment with great frequency.
During the day Hope spent in her class she witnessed five times the number of beatings Catherine had given in a day and felt that most of them were quite undeserved.
The most flagrantly so was administered to an older boy named James. Picking at him until she found a minor flaw in his answers, Margaret summoned him to the front of the room and ordered him to strip naked. Hope saw tears in his eyes as he began to undress.
"He really hates this," Margaret whispered. "You'll see why in a minute."
As much as she pitied the tall, studious looking boy, Hope found herself watching him anxiously to find out what Margaret meant. When he pulled his underpants down, there was a little buzz from the girls in the class and Hope was able to understand.
Although his meat was quite limp, she guessed it was at least seven inches long, perhaps even longer. The embarrassed boy made an effort to hide it from sight with his hand.
"Remove your hands instantly," Margaret snapped.
Immediately, the boy trembled and put his hands at his sides in accordance with the rules.
"Just for that, James," the teacher went on, "you will stand there and allow the girls to stare at your long John for five minutes. I am sure they will appreciate that." There was a cruel smile on her face and Hope saw all the sadism of the woman in that moment.
"He has the longest whang in the school," Margaret whispered, "and is terribly self conscious about it. When he gets a bone, it's a full eleven inches from tip to balls."
"I didn't realize men grew that long."
"Some do. I once took a twelve-inch pole into my twat and it was quite twice as big around as Jimmy's. I really thought I'd be screwed to death that night."
When the five minutes had expired, Margaret walked to the chair and sat. She spent a lot of time smoothing the front of her gown before reaching out with her left hand which she wrapped around the long, dangling meat. She used it as a handle to draw the embarrassed boy down across her lap. Her big hand spanked hard and the boy was sobbing after the first few spanks.
As she watched the spanking, Hope was torn by mixed emotions. She wanted to pity the boy who bounced and cried as the spanking went on for a long time, and yet, she couldn't get her mind away from what the teacher had said about the length of his bone.
She felt herself trembling with desire as she thought of the youth standing naked with such a long pole standing right up from his belly. By the time the spanking ended and he began his parade around the room. Hope had made up her mind that she would find a way to get him to her room for punishment even though she wouldn't actually punish him when they got there.
After the class was over, Hope summoned up all her courage and asked Margaret whether Jimmy's name was on the permitted list.
"Oh you can be sure of that," Margaret said with a laugh as she rubbed her hand expressively in her crotch. "Do you want to take him on?"
"Yes."
"Well that can be arranged easily. I already have him listed. I'll tell Miss Carter that you'd like to have a crack at him tonight. I'm sure she'll assign him to you for punishment."
"Thank you Margaret. How long may I keep him there? In my room, I mean."
"Keep him as long as your twat can take it," Margaret laughed. "As long as you get him to class in the morning, there's no time limit."
Before dinner that evening, Hope checked the assignment list and trembled at the sight of the boy's name marked to visit her room for punishment. All the others had been claimed, but that suited her.
Looking over the list, she saw that John Crompton had claimed four of the older girls and that Margaret had taken three girls and three boys. There was, Hope thought with a shudder, no limit to her sadistic delight in administering punishment. There would be six very sore arses in the morning, she sensed.
At seven o'clock, bathed and dressed, Hope sat in her room and waited for the knock on her door. It came and she felt her heart pound as she instructed the visitor to enter.
Jimmy stood inside the door looking terribly nervous. "I'm reporting for punishment, Miss Benson," he said in a pained tone.
"Come inside and close the door, James," she tried to keep her voice calm and under control, but it was no easy task.
"Do you enjoy being punished?" she asked by way of getting things started.
"Oh no, Miss Benson."
"Do you enjoy stripping and showing your tool?"
"Not in front of the whole class, Miss."
"Oh? Will you then enjoy showing it to me?"
"Not at first, Miss. It always hurts to have to undress like that."
"Well then, James, since you seem to be a good boy, I'll try to make this easier for you. Undress down to your waist, but I'll let you retain your pants for the time being."
The boy obviously didn't understand what was going on, but the thought of keeping his pants on for a while helped ease his nervousness a little.
Quickly, he stripped off his shirt and singlet and showed a good chest development. Walking up to the boy, Hope ran her smooth hands over his chest and back.
"Do you like that?" she asked in little more than a whisper.
"Yes, Miss. Your hands are soft and gentle."
"Run your hands over my chest, Jimmy."
His eyes wide with surprise, he raised his hands, put them on the swells in the front of her gown and began to rub. Hope felt her nipples growing in arousal.
"All right then, Jimmy," she whispered. "I'm going to make it easier for you to undress."
With a smile in the direction of the boy, she began unbuttoning the front of her dress. Opening it all the way, she stepped out of it. Under it, she wore only a short, thin shift through which her titties and swelling ass pushed in exciting curves.
"Rub my chest with one hand this time," she told him, "and rub my ass with the other."
The youth was eager to do her bidding and his hands were greedy and exciting as he rubbed the thin garment and felt the smooth, warm mounds of her flesh.
"Would you like to see me with my shift off?" she asked.
"Yes, please Miss."
"Very well, Jimmy, take your pants off now."
Without the least sign of reluctance, he opened his pants and almost jumped out of them. Through the linen underpants, she saw the strong outline of a very big and stiff whacker.
"You're nice and hard, Jimmy," she smiled. "Did you get that way just from looking at me?"
"Yes, Miss. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Thank you, Jimmy. For such nice words, I am going to reward you."
Catching the hem of her shift, she pulled it slowly over her head and stood nude in front of him. Without a word, she moved closer to him, bent and pulled his underpants down.
Hope's heart pounded at the sight of the stiff, throbbing weapon. Margaret had said it was eleven inches long, but it looked much longer. It wasn't at all thick, but it was so beautifully long that she wanted to grab it and drive it up her itching quim without waiting.
Taking the tool in her hand, she pulled it against her silken belly and invited the boy to embrace and kiss her while feeling her up. All during the long kiss, she kept rubbing as the big bone pressed along her belly and above her waist. The thought of taking the full length of it into her little narrow slit made her feel a wetness between her thighs.
"Do you want to beat me now, Miss ? " he asked in a voice that trembled.
"I think I shall overlook the beating, James. You have been rather well beaten already today."
"Oh no, Miss," he gasped in alarm.
"Do you mean you want to be beaten?" This time it was her turn to register surprise.
"No, I don't like being beaten. It hurts. But if you don't give me a good beating, you would get in trouble if you were caught."
"Thank you very much, James. Let's go to the bed now and get it over with. I won't beat you too hard."
"I fear you must, Miss Benson. Miss Carter usually comes in to check and my ass should look red or she will be angry."
Reluctantly, Hope took him over her lap, adjusted his bone which was difficult because of its length and began spanking the upturned ass cheeks.
Remembering his words, she spanked a lot harder than she wanted to and continued until both cheeks were fiery red. He cried loudly and kicked his feet, but in view of what he told her earlier, she persisted. In spite of her sympathy for the youth, Hope felt herself becoming more and more aroused as her hand spanked the bouncing ass and his erect whacker rubbed against her.
At last, she stopped spanking and helped the boy to his feet. Standing, she held him close to her naked body until he stopped sobbing.
"Now then, James, because you have been such a good boy, tell me what you'd like to do."
"Please, Miss," there were still sobs in his trembling voice, "may I see and play with your cunny. It must be a most beautiful one."
"Of course, dear" she said warmly as she moved to the bed, lay on her back and opened her legs wide. She bent her knees to offer him easy access to her warm and waiting crotch.
Throwing himself to his knees beside the bed, the boy stared at her twat and, a moment later, she felt his hands moving on it. He played with it for a long time and made it quite moist.
He poked a long finger inside the slit then and began moving it inside. It produced a lot more moisture and she knew the slit would be wet enough to allow the long pecker to slip in easily without hurting her a bit.
James took his hand away from her crotch then, but before she could begin to regret the loss, he made everything better. She felt his hands rubbing her thighs, hips and ass and then he was pressing his face into her crotch with his mouth open and his tongue forcing into her slit.
Hope began to bounce on the bed, but the experienced youth held her nicely as he went on licking her cunt with wild greed until she felt herself coming. He kept his mouth against her and she cried out as the come rocked her whole body.
Her thighs pressed his face tightly and her fingers dug into his tangled black hair, wet with sweat from the heat of her aroused crotch.
"Oooh, Jimmy," she panted, "come up on the bed now and stick that beautiful big bone into my twat. Ride the butt off me, darling, my slit is screaming for a stiff cock like yours."
As he scrambled onto the bed, she saw that he held the magnificent rod in one hand as his other hand dug at her twat to open the wet lips.
The lips opened fast and she felt the head of his rammer push inside. In spite of his obvious excitement, James proved to be a gentle fucker.
He pushed into her twat an inch at a time with short strokes. When she felt that she must have taken everything he had, she looked down and saw at least three more inches of bone yet to come. She gave a little cry of delight and the boy drove the rest of it into her slit with one long drive.
Never had anything been pushed so far into her twat. It seemed to fill her whole body. She expected to feel the slightly enlarged head of it at her throat. When she gulped and couldn't feel it, she was almost disappointed.
Still, she told herself, when he comes with his bone so far up me, I'll feel his juice in my teats and in my mouth and everywhere.
He was ramming her like a prize stallion and Hope kept crying in ecstasy. She had never dreamed a fuck could be so good.
It became even better then as he continued rutting her and she felt herself building to come again.
"Oh, Miss . . . oh . . . oh . . . I can't hold back any longer," he almost cried.
"Let it go, you sweet darling fucker," she almost roared. "Give it to me hard, I'm coming . . . I'm coming. . . . "
He gave three quick drives deep inside her twat and then drove down hard and pressed as he spurted what felt like gallons of hot fuck juice so deeply inside her burning twat that it was an entirely new sensation. She had never felt cream so deep inside her. Hope could almost taste it.
When he started to get up off her sweating belly and titties, she stopped him.
"Leave it inside me, darling," she panted. "Let it soak there until it gets strong again. Will you be able to get another bone on ? "
"I think so, Miss. I'll try as hard as I can."
A long time later, when he still had not been able to work up another bone, she told him to pull it out.
Taking her shift, she wiped it clean and began to play with it. He sighed and she felt his body jerk when she bent and took it into her mouth.
Almost at once, she felt life returning to it. She sucked it for a while longer and found it as stiff and straight as a ramrod.
She threw herself back on the bed and he was in her crotch again. It took him a long time to get his load off this time with the result that Hope enjoyed two delicious comes before he finally drowned her twat with his juice and collapsed on her belly as if dead.
When he had enough strength, she told him to get dressed and go back to his room.
James had taken his beating, but he was a very happy young man as he left the room and looked at the beautiful naked woman on the bed.
She lay with her legs wide apart, her lovely big titties heaving and her cunny looking thoroughly screwed and satisfied.
James thought she was already asleep, but she wasn't. Hope was deep in beautiful thought. In her mind, she was still looking at the magnificent rammer as he knelt between her thighs and prepared to shove it into her slit one more time.
When she pressed her thighs tightly together, Hope found that she could recapture the feeling of the long bone inside her quim.
Doing so, she felt her heart pounding as if ready to explode. There was a very similar sensation in her twat and she was, she knew, more ecstatic than she had ever been in her entire life.
James, she promised herself, would receive many more spankings from her and she would sample his great pole many, many times.