Chapter 7
Smiling contentedly, the two women rolled over on the bed and embraced as they kissed warmly. Hope felt a warm, delightful tingle in her ass from the spanking. There was a matching tingle between her legs where Catherine's mouth had sucked her twat while she was busy sucking the slit of the other woman.
Both were in the mood to do it again, but Catherine realized it was time to check the evening discipline list. Laughing and chatting, they dressed quickly and hurried to the office where the list was posted.
To her surprise, Hope discovered that she had been posted for an interview with the headmistress at seven o'clock. Her surprise was compounded when she noticed that John Crompton was posted for similar duty at the same time.
"What does it mean ? " Hope asked with a puzzled frown.
"As far as I'm concerned, dear," Catherine answered with a shrug, "it means that with two teachers out of action for the evening, I'm going to have to spank more students than I want to."
"Seriously, dear," Hope persisted, "why would she call both John and me to her suite at the same time?"
"With Elizabeth Carter, darling, one never tries to guess. Just relax and the odds are that you will have a thoroughly delightful time. You may find walking a little difficult in the morning if they both spend the evening working on your tasty little quim, but don't let that bother you."
"Darn you, Catherine, I think you're trying to scare me."
"Watch your language, little one, or I may take you over my lap again. A second spanking would really get through to you, I should think."
Smiling at the threat, Hope waited while her friend signed off a few students for discipline in her room that evening. She saw that Catherine had chosen three females and one male and would have a busy evening.
After that, they walked to the staff dining room together to eat. Through the meal, they chatted easily between themselves and with others.
Miss Carter listened to unofficial reports on the activities of the day and gave the impression of being in a mood of unusual gaiety.
Watching and listening, Hope couldn't help thinking that her command performance in the private suite of the woman that evening had a lot to do with the mood of brightness the regal Miss Carter was demonstrating.
When she would have been afraid of what was in store, Hope reminded herself that her previous visit to the suite, except for the sample spankings, had been one of wild and abandoned pleasure. There was, she told herself, no reason to expect that this one would not be the same.
After eating, there was just time enough to hurry back to her room for a bath and change of clothes. As she stripped, she looked over her shoulder while arching her ass toward the mirror and saw that while some of the color from the recent spanking was still there, it was fading. She decided it was better that she look fresh and rested for her appointment with the headmistress.
Bathing very carefully, she selected the best of her clothing and took great pains to ensure that her face and hair looked just right. It was, after all, not just a casual session with another teacher or a student and she had been through quite a day.
Looking back to the session with John when he had licked her slit until she came in the classroom, the serious session with Catherine which had solved many of her problems, and the later double embrace when they had sucked each other, Hope told herself she would have been content with a quiet sort of evening and a good night's sleep.
Still, the voice of the headmistress had been heard and any thought of a quiet evening now was out of the question. Miss Carter would decide how quiet or unquiet it would be and nothing would alter that in any way.
Dressed, she checked the time and saw that she would have to leave immediately in order to arrive in the suite by seven. Instinct told her that to arrive at one minute after would be a serious mistake.
On her way down the hall, heading toward the east wing which constituted the spacious private suite of Miss Carter, Hope became aware of hurrying footsteps behind her. Turning to look, she saw John Crompton hurrying to catch up.
"Hello John," she greeted him with a smile as she waited for him to catch up, "do you have any idea what this is about?"
"I have quite a few. After all, I've been here a couple of years now."
"Then please give me some idea of what to expect, will you ? "
"Not on your life, darling. We're due there right at this moment and I have no intention of incurring the wrath of the lady by being even one minute late for our appointment."
Hope was annoyed at the fact that both Catherine and John insisted on keeping her in the dark, but she saw that there was no hope of getting him to tell her anything.
He knocked on the door and the female student on duty opened it to admit them.
Behind the girl, they saw Elizabeth Carter standing in an Oriental silk gown which brushed the floor. With a woman's eye for such things, Hope sensed that Elizabeth was absolutely naked under the gown.
It didn't frighten her at all, nor, on sober second thought, did it surprise her. With her knowledge of the woman and her voracious appetite for the things of the flesh, nothing could have been more appropriate than that she be nude under her gown.
"Do sit, my dears," Elizabeth waved graciously toward the big couch. "I think we should enjoy a drink and relax before we begin our evening. I suppose, Hope, you are wondering what this is all about?"
"To tell the truth, Miss Carter, I am. It seems that no one will tell me anything."
"That, my dear, is as it should be. The other members of the staff know the rules and you will soon learn them. As for this evening, call it a continuation of your education. That should suffice for the time being, I should think."
"Yes, Miss Carter, I'm sure you are right," Hope replied meekly.
Elizabeth sent John to pour the drinks and did it in such a manner that Hope was shocked. It was as if she were talking to the lowliest servant in the house. In spite of that, Hope noticed that he bowed and smiled as he obeyed her curt order.
"I think you should enjoy the evening, Hope," the headmistress said with a smile. "I understand you have done much to broaden your sexual education since you arrived here. Is that correct?"
"Oh yes, Miss Carter. I surely have learned much. Of course, I am aware that I have much more to learn yet."
"I find your attitude quite good, my dear. Pay close attention this evening. The purpose of the lesson is to teach you how to handle the male of the species. I imagine you will find many portions of the lesson interesting, to say the very least."
The words were interesting enough to arouse interest, but the smile with which they were delivered was such that Hope felt her knees rubbing together in the birth of lust.
"You will tell me what is required of me, Miss Carter?" she asked. "I'm always so afraid of doing the wrong thing at the wrong time."
"I'm pleased to see your interest in learning, sweet, I have no fear that you will do wrong. I understand," she paused to smile knowingly, "that you made use of the youth with the spectacular cock. Did you find him enjoyable for your purposes?"
"Oh yes, Miss Carter. I'd never seen anything quite like it."
"I understand your meaning, dear. It really is quite remarkable for size. Of course, he is a callow youth with much to learn about the use of his bone. Still, he can be an interesting diversion from other things."
They paused in their conversation and John poured the drinks. He acted with the proper air one would expect from a well trained servant. Hope guessed his manner was in some way connected with the purpose of the evening meeting, but it still puzzled her. What was most puzzling was his obvious enjoyment of his role, as if he liked to be dominated into playing servant.
Hope was almost surprised when John was permitted to sit and have a drink with them. It was as if he were a guest again instead of a servant.
"Oh John," she said casually at one point, "I understand you lapped Hope's pretty little slit. Isn't it just a dream? I don't think I've ever tasted a better one."
"It is all of that, Miss Carter. I'm looking forward to my next taste of it."
"Then let us hope you won't be kept waiting too long in that case."
Although the conversation didn't shock her as much as it would have on the day of her arrival, Hope still found it was difficult to understand that staff members of a fashionable school would talk so freely about such things.
When the drinks were finished, Elizabeth looked at the man in a way that was obviously a signal of some kind, Hope sensed. Excusing himself, he got up and walked out of the room.
While Hope was still trying to understand what was going on, a knock sounded on the door. At the sound, Elizabeth called "come in."
Hope was really confused when she saw John walk into the room. His shoulders were hunched and the expression on his face was even more servile than it had been before.
"How dare you enter this room without removing your clothes first," Elizabeth snapped angrily. "Come kneel before me at once."
As the man advanced with his head still bowed, Hope was able to sense that it was some kind of a game with which they were both familiar, but she couldn't understand it for the life of her.
While she watched, the man reached the couch and dropped to his knees. Without hurrying, Elizabeth sat forward on the couch. Her right arm flashed and the hand exploded in a loud slap across the side of his face.
Tears sprang to his eyes instantly, but he said nothing. The slap had obviously hurt him, but the gleam in his eyes at that moment had nothing to do with pain at all, Hope sensed.
"Come, you stupid lout," Elizabeth snapped again with an air that was not to be ignored, "undress me at once or you will pay dearly for your stupidity."
He reached to help her to her feet and she rose with the air of a queen rising from the throne. Hope saw the vivid red color on the cheek that had been slapped and wondered what manner of man could possibly be aroused by such brutal treatment.
And yet, another look at his stiff weapon more than confirmed how excited he was as he began undressing the woman who stood with the same queenly grace and confidence as he removed her clothing one item at a time until she was quite as naked as he.
"Well, stupid," she snapped again, "hurry and undress my guest. You can surely see that she is overdressed and requires your services."
As John turned toward her, Hope got up nervously and tried to look composed as he began removing her clothes. As had been the case with Elizabeth, he worked silently and with impressive efficiency until she too was completely naked.
"Stand quietly so that we may examine you," her voice held the same curt tone and the man stood rigidly at attention, his entire body as rigid as his hard cock.
At Elizabeth's invitation Hope joined her in checking the size and stiffness of his tool and the state of his bag of balls as well.
It was a strange sight as the man submitted in such an abject manner to the personal inspection of his person.
"You seem to be in order," she commented. "You may pour fresh drinks for us."
He obeyed and the women raised their glasses in a toast to each other.
"Perhaps you would like a drink, slave," Elizabeth slashed him with her tongue. "Bring the large goblet and you shall get something appropriate to your station.
With the same meekness which did not seem at all in keeping with the manliness of his big tool, the man hurried across the room and returned with a large pewter goblet.
"Now then, Hope," she said sweetly, "do you by any chance need to pee?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I do," Hope answered, "but there is no urgency at the moment."
"Oh but there is, my dear. Stand and our slave will attend to your needs."
Puzzled, but unwilling to appear stupid, Hope stood and wondered what to do next. When Elizabeth instructed her to move her thighs apart, Hope did so. She gave a little gasp of surprise when John put the goblet between her thighs and raised it to her crotch so that it was just at her twat.
"Go ahead and pee, dear," Elizabeth said in that same erotic tone.
For a moment, Hope feared that nervousness would make it impossible, then she felt her muscles taking control and heard the splash as her stream of pee splashed noisily into the big goblet. She drained herself and when John took it away, she saw that it was so close to being full that the man had difficulty in holding it without permitting any to spill.
"Now then, slave," she spat the words, "you will be permitted to drink with us."
As if he had been handed a vintage champagne, John raised the goblet to his smiling lips. He quaffed the unconventional drink with such relish that he had drained it before the women finished their small glasses of sherry.
Hope thought she had been trained to accept just about anything, but she found his performance upsetting. Other things to which she had been introduced could, she felt, be justified in that they provided some form of sexual enjoyment to both participants. What he did with such pride, however, only made her feel sick to her stomach.
Doing her best to hide her true feelings in fear of arousing the anger of the unpredictable headmistress, she raised her glass to her lips again.
She lowered it without tasting it at all. Imagination told her that it wasn't really sherry, that it was the same terrible thing he had drunk.
Whether or not Elizabeth had guessed her feelings, she couldn't tell, but just at that moment, Elizabeth put her glass down and called the strange man to her.
"I do believe you are still thirsty, John," she said in a warmer tone than she had used in speaking to him previously. "Sit under me and I shall give you a much warmer drink."
Pretending to admire the paintings which adorned the walls, Hope turned her back. It wasn't to be, she found out almost immediately.
"Come now, Hope," the woman chastised lightly, "a guest does not turn her back on her hostess."
Blushing, Hope turned around in time to see the naked and fully aroused man take up his position below the woman. There was a broad smile on his face as he bent his neck back to reach up to the source which awaited his attention. Above his upturned face, the big cheeks of her butt hovered like silken full moons.
Hope had turned around to watch because the woman ordered it. Now though, she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the revolting scene.
There was a look of wild excitement in Elizabeth's eyes as she caught her big teats in both hands and began rubbing them excitedly.
She gave one little groan of passion and Hope looked down to her crotch to see the stream erupt. It flew right into the open mouth.
Although Miss Carter's hips jerked and twisted a little in delighted agitation, John kept his mouth close to the source of the stream and didn't miss a drop.
Hope wondered that he didn't choke as a result of drinking under such pressure in that uncomfortable position, but he looked completely at ease, his adam's apple bobbed and he swallowed every drop.
When the flow ceased, he licked his lips, then reached up with his tongue to make sure everything at the top of her crotch was in order.
Straightening up, Elizabeth walked a few steps away from the man and called him to follow.
Knowing what was expected, he crawled behind her like an obedient dog.
While the women enjoyed another light drink, John continued to play the dog role by kneeling before them and licking their bare feet.
A little later, Elizabeth ordered her dog to sit up. He did so like a well trained puppy, even to the point of folding his front paws over and allowing them to dangle.
But there was nothing puppy-like about the stiff tool that stuck up between the doggy hind legs. Miss Carter pretended to notice it for the first time.
"How dare you get a bone on without my permission," she snapped. "Make it go down at once."
"I can't, Miss Carter," he whined. "It won't go down now. It's much too hard."
"Then in that case, we shall do something about it. Go fetch me the strap I save just for your naughty butt. We'll see whether the strap can make it go down."
Getting back down onto all fours, John crawled away like a happy puppy. A minute later, the puppy bounded happily back into the room holding a wide leather strap in his teeth. Crawling to his mistress, he placed it gently on her lap.
If the man had grown a tail, Hope thought, he would be wagging it in delight as he waited for his beating. As it was, he wagged the long tail that grew out of the bottom of his belly.
"Are you enjoying it, dear?" Miss Carter asked
Hope with an expectant smile.
"It's all so strange, Miss Carter, but I must confess to the fact that I am getting quite horny. I can almost feel the lips of my twat twitching."
"Excellent, my dear. After you have assisted me in strapping this worthless slave, your little slit should have smoke coming out of it."
"I'll be pleased to assist, if you will tell me what to do."
"Come," she got off the couch, "you are going to hold his head between your thighs while I strap his butt until he howls."
Elizabeth took the man by the stiff tool and walked him across the room until he stood opposite the mirror. There, she turned his back to it and signalled Hope to stand facing him.
With Elizabeth directing the operation, John bent over and lifted his head between Hope's thighs. Hope saw that his butt was curved nicely toward the mirror. His feet were braced wide and his legs opened so that she could see his big balls dangling.
"Now then dear," Elizabeth said gently, "reach down and part the lips of your cunt so that it will rub against his neck. When he starts writhing under the kiss of the strap, it will provide you with a delightful treat."
Hope quickly used her fingers to open her quim. She then pressed it down on the man's neck and felt the hairs tickle her hot, sensitive twat.
"Now, slave," the woman snapped as she caressed the strap, "take a firm grip. If you dare to make Miss Benson fall, your behind will writhe under a whip. Be very careful."
From under her ass, Hope heard the man sob at the words which seemed to strike terror into him. She felt his hands reach up to caress the cheeks of her ass while his neck was already moving between her tightly closed thighs and rubbing her slit.
She looked into the mirror as Elizabeth drew her arm back for the first stroke. The wide strap slapped his arched ass and seemed to caress it for a moment before she pulled it back.
In the glass, Hope saw the vivid red stripe. It explained why he had screamed and jerked as he felt it. Still, his fingers dug into her ass and he maintained his balance while she had to fight to hold hers.
The strapping progressed at a merry pace and Hope learned to keep her balance despite his bucking and writhing. In the mirror, she saw his cock and balls swaying, below her, she felt her twat rubbing his neck until she was sure she would have a come.
Tears that splashed in streams from his face ran down the back of her thighs and legs. She felt her quim scream for attention, for something in it, whether a cock or a tongue or a finger. His strong neck and the bristly hairs tickling her open twat drove her wild with desire.
When Elizabeth stopped strapping at last, his butt was a solid mass of red, a brighter red than she had ever seen on a ass. It looked for all the world as if it were covered with blood, but she saw that the experienced strapper had not once broken the skin.
At a signal, Hope released the man and he dropped to his knees in front of Miss Carter. While he thanked her for beating him so well, he kissed the strap, the hand that had swung it, her feet, the hairs of her quim, the cheeks of her ass and the hole between.
"Well slave," she maintained the earlier tone, "I see that you have stubbornly kept that bone between your legs. Something will have to be done about it."
She turned to Hope with a smile. "Do you have any use for it, my dear ? "
"Truthfully, Miss Carter, my cunny is throbbing and could make good use of it, with your permission."
"Excellent, my dear. I did want to check the manner in which you take a fucking anyway. This is the time for it."
She looked around the room for a moment, then her eyes fastened on the thick rug.
"Hope, dear, since this slave is such a dog, would you please kneel on the rug and be his bitch? I'm sure your nice big bubbies will swing magnificently under you while this dog ruts you with his belly rubbing your ass and his paws wrapped around you."
By then, Hope was so horny that she would have willingly taken a screwing in a rock pile. She dropped to the soft rug on all fours and wriggled her ass as she waited for it.
"Hurry, Dog," the woman commanded, "or you will taste my strap on your butt again."
Whether or not John wanted another taste of the strap, he was quick to drop to his knees behind Hope. She felt the head of his enlarged tool probe between her thighs after it brushed across the cheeks of her ass. A moment later, he was fitting it between the lips of her cunny and she sighed with pleasure and anticipation at the feel of the big bone moving into her wet slit.
When it was half way in, John wrapped his arms around her and pushed it all the way until her ass felt his belly rubbing.
"Do it slowly until she has a come, dog, then really work like a dog. My strap will guide you," Elizabeth said as she dropped to her knees beside them for a closer view.
He drew his cock back and Hope heard a light slap of the strap on his butt. Miss Carter, she saw. was timing it so that each time he drew his butt back for a stroke, she slapped it lightly with the strap.
He obeyed orders nicely and stroked slowly until Hope cried out as she felt the come sweeping over her. Then, his arms tightened around her and he was rutting her as fast and hard as any dog she had ever seen riding a bitch in heat.
Elizabeth was strapping fast and hard now and Hope heard her labored breathing. Hope finished her come just as she felt the man spurting his juice deep into her belly as his body rubbed her ass.
The moment he finished, Elizabeth pulled him off, threw him down on his back and sat her big butt on his face.
"Suck," she screamed, "suck me good or I'll kill you, you rotten, dirty, piss drinking slave."
He sucked and must have done it well because the woman bellowed when his mouth and tongue made her come as the big cheeks of her ass ground down on his face while he gasped for breath.