Warning:
Authoritarian, mas, oral, ff/FF
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
Author's Note:
This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission.
Copyright 2014 Jan, All rights reserved
Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories.
Caning at Boarding School
By
Jan
I was a student in a rural English Catholic boarding school in the early eighties. The staff was a mixture of nuns and lay teachers. Discipline was very important at the school, and corporal punishment was common place.
I was a shy and demure creature. I had avoided running afoul of school rules until an incident when I was fifteen. My friend Katy and I were standing at the playing fields, talking, Katy enjoying a cigarette as we gossiped and engaged in small talk. Whilst we were talking we were surprised by a shriek of pain as our hair was yanked. It was Mrs. McMillan, one of our teachers, pulling our hair. She screamed, "Katy you and Anita have been caught red handed smoking!"
I had never puffed a cigarette in my life.
The upshot of all this was that we were ordered to attend her office for caning that evening. Katy thought it was amusing, but I was petrified and the waiting was terrible.
We arrived at Mrs. McMillan's office at 3.30pm after our last class that day, and I was trembling before Mrs. McMillan opened the door. She was a woman in her mid-forties with dark shoulder length hair. She was slightly plump and she wore a rather loose dress to try and hide her figure.
When we entered the office we noticed Sister Jane, one of the nuns and one of our teachers. She was a rather plain looking woman with greying hair as far as I could tell. She was a Irish lady who had a reputation for being really strict. I was really nervous. I feared what was going to happen?
Mrs. McMillan produced a packet of king size cigarettes and handed one to Katy and myself. She lit one for herself and lit up for Katy and me. I had no choice but to inhale, and I coughed and spluttered as a result. Sister Jane was smiling as she watched our reaction. Katy had no problem smoking her cigarette, while I struggled not to cough, and I turned pale as a result.
Once this ritual smoking was over Mrs. McMillan instructed us to both touch our toes. Katy was still giggling, thinking it was all a big laugh. Sister Jane walked over and was handed a long thin cane. Mrs. McMillan also had one of these implements in her possession. We were to be caned simultaneously.
We were instructed to lift our skirts and lower our tights for punishment. I felt the first whoosh of the cane on my bum, and it took my breath away. The pain was instant. Before I could let out a cry the second blow struck almost the same area of my bum. Mrs. McMillan had kicked off her shoes, I noticed because I was looking between my legs.
Katy seemed to be getting a much harder beating from Sister Jane, and she was calling her a "dirty little whore." Katy's bravery had subsided and she was now crying and pleading for her to stop. Sister Jane's glasses had come off during the process. Mrs. McMillan had to stop Sister Jane from beating Katy before she drew blood, after she had finished beating me.
Thank heavens it was finally over, or so we thought. We pulled up our tights and pulled down our skirts in preparation of leaving. My tights held the heat in. I almost wanted to take them off, but was afraid that I would get punished all the more.
Mrs. McMillan said, "The pain and punishment is over, now the pleasure begins!
Sister Kane told Mrs. McMillan, "Pick the girl you want as your plaything!"
I still didn't really understand what was going on.
"I'll have Anita," was Mrs. McMillan's choice.
Katy understood what was happening and she had a big grin on her face.
Mrs. McMillan gathered me up in her arms, while telling me to relax. She told me, "Unbutton my dress!" My trembling fingers managed to unfasten her dress and soon her bra was off too. Tears were still running down my cheeks as a result of the caning, as I had the first passionate tongue kiss of my life. I could taste a lot of nicotine as my tongue rolled around hers. She was obviously a heavy smoker. She pulled me by my hair and shoved my face into her tits.
I licked them with my tongue because I thought I was expected to do that, but she smashed my mouth against her nipple until I took it into my mouth and sucked on it. As I noticed her nipples becoming erect the moans and groans of the teacher's pleasure started." Not too loud, Barbara," Sister Jane whispered. I noticed Katy was buried deep in between Sister Jane's legs. Katy was still sobbing, at the same time she was lapping at the nun's hairy pussy.
As Mrs. McMillan removed her tights and knickers I was told to remove all my clothing. Both Katy and I were instructed to lie on top of the desk.
We were lying next to each other with our heads side by side. I wondered what was coming next, at the same time I feared what was coming, so I looked away. Then I felt a stroking hand between my legs, making me feel good. I looked up at Mrs. McMillan, and her sagging breasts were bouncing, as she started to finger fuck me.
I couldn't believe the way I felt as she expertly used her forefinger and middle finger. She was obviously very experienced. I was oblivious to what was going on next to me, as I had my orgasm, and my entire body shuddered in unadulterated pleasure. It was the greatest feeling I had ever had. My thoughts turned next from me to Katy.
For someone who seemed so upset at the thought of all this, her face was shiny with a mixture of saliva and the nun's pussy juices. Katy absolutely loved what Sister Jane was doing to her. She was emitting sounds like, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Sister Jane said, "She's about to fuckin' come!"
Indeed Katy did and she was delirious in pleasure, kissing passionately all over the naked nun's body. The only thing left to do was for me to pleasure Mrs. McMillan.
She sat on her chair, yanked my hair and thrust my head between her legs for my first taste of pussy. My immediate memory of the first taste was of stale urine on her greying pubic hairs. But as my tongue found its way into her vagina, her hands gripped my long hair tighter as she directed me to probe the depths and stimulate her throbbing clit. My tongue was inducing moisture and pleasure from her, and she seemed to delight on my feeding on her body. My face was soaked in her juices as she climaxed, as she stroked my bum, still very sore from the caning.
When we were allowed to get dressed, we were warned not to smoke anymore, and warned not to mention our fun to anyone. Mrs. McMillan had her way with me on several occasions after that.
Sister Jane also found occasions to punish me for some imaginary infraction or other. Her sadistic streak really ignited something inside me for my sexual future. I became a submissive sex slave to any woman that treated me like a slut, and allowed them to punish me anyway they wanted.
I didn't know if Katy was ravished by Sister Jane again. I'm sure she was, but we never spoke about it. After graduation I lost track of her.
I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.