Trinity Academy - Ch. 04

"Yes, Miss."

"Good. Now, when I call "action" I want you to walk in and sit yourself down at the desk, lift the lid and take out the dildo.

"Now, "action!"

Natalie walked over to the desk and sat down. She looked utterly terrified as she did so but this only made her look even more believable as a naughty schoolgirl. As she sat down, her short skirt rose up her legs to once more reveal the tops of her thighs above her stockings and her black suspender tabs. She nervously looked down, licking her lips in anticipation and nervously awaited Miss Jenkins next order.

She waited for a few moments before speaking.

"Miss Brown, you have been a very naughty girl, haven't you?"

Natalie looked up at the Miss Jenkins, her sweet face looking ever so nervous. "Yes, Miss, I have been a naughty girl."

"Why have you been naughty Natalie? Why are you here in my study today?"

"Because I was caught playing with myself, Miss." As she uttered the words, poor Natalie's face went red with embarrassment.

"And how were you playing with yourself, Natalie? Tell me!"

Still looking down and, refusing to look up at Miss Jenkins, she replied, "I was using a dildo to play with myself, Miss."

Miss Jenkins allowed this to hang in the air for a several moments, it added to the tension in the room and it played out beautifully on camera.

"Yes, Natalie, you were caught abusing your pussy with a dildo. You will now show the camera how you used the dildo on yourself."

Lee dropped back down to his position on the floor, shooting from an angle underneath the desk.

"Legs further apart girl." She reluctantly followed the instructions.

Lee could by now see right up her skirt to the front of her wet, tight white panties and his light lit the scene perfectly. It was a fantastic image. Black high heels about 2 feet apart. Long sexy legs encased in black nylon stockings. Black suspender belt straps and her wet panties framed perfectly by her blue pleated shirt that had ridden up her thighs.

"You appear to be dripping wet, Miss Brown." Miss Jenkins stated the obvious.

"Now open the desk lid" she ordered.

Inside was a small pink vibrator, similar to the one in Natalie's bedroom cabinet drawer. She wondered if it was the same one.

"Now turn it on and give your dear husband a nice little show to thank him for saving your ass", Miss Jenkins said casually, although it was the most natural thing to say.

Natalie looked panic-stricken.

"No, I can't" she said. "Not in front of other people."

"Yes, you can, and yes you will." If you don't want to do it, I will do it for you - I've assisted young ladies before you know," Miss Jenkins smirked.

Natalie had no option but to turn the pink vibe on and press it to the front of her panties. Lee remained in place under the desk and made sure he captured the action.

"Pull your schoolgirl panties to one side", Miss Jenkins instructed "And put your fingers inside."

Her juices were now flowing freely, her pink wet pussy was exposed to the cameras probing lens, spread out and swollen as she rammed her fingers into it. She felt completely vulnerable and exposed and there wasn't one thing she could do about it. In fact, there wasn't anything she wanted to do about it, except reward her audience by obediently coming all over her own hand.

She the pressed the vibrator against her clit and then slipped the end inside her slick lips. She was soaking wet and it slipped in easily. Her pussy tensed and convulsed, winding up, up, up, tighter and tighter, until finally, she screamed like a wild animal, letting her cunt grip her wet fingers. It wasn't long before she shuddered with a huge orgasm and to her embarrassment squirted her juices all over her fingers and the pink vibrator. When her orgasm subsided to delightful little tremors, she felt as limp as a rag doll.

Lee, the photographer had captured everything, and a large bulge was obvious in the front of his jeans when he eventually stood up again.

"That's a good girl. Now I think you need to apologize to your husband on camera Miss Brown," said Miss Jenkins. "Look straight into the camera and beg for his forgiveness."

She kept her head respectfully lowered and turned to face the camera. "Please accept my apology, Grant," she said. "I'm really sorry".

Now I think you should thank me for spanking you and letting you cum Miss Brown"

"Thank you for spanking me and letting me cum, Miss Jenkins."

Natalie's large nipples now poked out prominently through her tight white shirt. She knew that those creamy globes with their dark brown areolae presented a delightful vision to the lovely Miss Jenkins, and curious sexy thoughts floated into her mind.

She found herself wondering what Miss Jenkins' tits looked like. She even found herself wondering what her pussy would taste like. Ah, well. Perhaps she would find that out on another day! These thoughts inspired a new fear She was worried about maybe getting aroused by this woman and being discovered, and humiliated; but she never even considered the fact that she could do that to her.

Natalie was then quickly ushered out of the room as three other girls were still waiting for their pictures to be taken. The tall, elegant Claire was called in next for her turn. She was instructed to take of her blazer and stand next to the desk. Her panties were already dampened from watching the other girls expose themselves, and she was at a heightened sexual charge when without warning Miss Jenkins lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. The musk of an excited pussy was unmissable and Miss Jenkins ran her finger through the gusset of her panties and gathered some of the juice on her index finger.

"My, my, someone has been enjoying themself haven't they Miss Stevens?" she sarcastically remarked.

Claire did not answer but kept her head down in shame.

"Dirty girl. Lick my finger clean," she offered her finger to Claire's lips. Claire sucked Miss Jenkins slim finger into her mouth rather sexily and slowly licked off her own pussy juice.

Lee was of course capturing all the action.

The photoshoot shoot followed a similar script to Natalie's with Claire receiving a good paddling on her bare bum from Miss Jenkins. Unfortunately for Claire she had replaced the leather paddle with a harder wooden version that looked like a small cricket bat.

"Please be gentle Miss," Claire pleaded.

Crack! The first blow made Claire yelp in genuine surprise.

Splat! She yelped again but said nothing.

Crack! "Oh Yes!" She cried.

Crack! Miss Jenkins swung a little harder.

Whack!

After a few strokes Miss Jenkins paused and caressed Claire's firm bum cheeks between each stroke with the paddle. She allowed her fingers to stray closer and closer towards Claire's lovely shaved pussy which was still leaking its tell-tale stickiness. Claire was caught between the twin paradox of pleasure and pain and was gradually being teased closer and closer to an orgasm.

"That's it harder!"

Whack!

"OH Yes spank my naughty bum."

Crack!

"Ohhhh"

Whack!

"hhhh"

Splat!

"hhhh that's ittttttt!" She screamed.

Miss Jenkins stood back and admired her handiwork. Claire's ass was glowing red. Pussy juice was running down her thighs to her stocking tops, she was soaked. Miss Jenkins turned the paddle around in her hands and started to rub its smooth wooden round handle on Claire's clit. The response was immediate as she jerked forward with a sharp gasp. After her initial surprise, she started to slide herself back and forth on the handle. "

"Stick it inside me" she half moaned as she warmed up.

"Oh my God " she cried as Miss Jenkins bypassed her pussy and started working on her tight little anus.

She didn't need to push very hard. She turned the paddle back and forth and the handle started to penetrate her ass.

"Ohhh God!"

She screamed this time as the handle slid into her ass. Claire pulled forward on the desk which allowed her to reach a hand to her pussy. She worked her clit as Miss Jenkins began to push the handle in and out of her ass. Wild spasms began to rock her as she pumped the handle in and out. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she was stroking wildly on her clit. Her anus had loosened up and the handle was sliding in and out fairly easily now. Claire was actually sliding back and forth on it.

When Miss. Jenkins was satisfied that Claire was ready to cum she commanded her to

"Remain over the desk,"

and resumed her rubbing and stroking of the rosy red cheeks. She then purposefully plunged two of her fingers deep into Claire's willing and open pussy. Claire let out a loud

"Oooh yes Miss!"

Miss Jenkins just kept her fingers in the hot liquid of her pussy and Claire rocked back onto her hand again and again letting the Miss Jenkins thumb rub her clit while her fingers rhythmically probed the wet walls of her cunt. Miss Jenkins cooed and coaxed,

"That's what my sexy girl wants, to be finger-fucked like a little slut."

Miss Jenkins wanted to bring her right to the edge before denying her. This was something she could use to humiliate her in the following days, and for now she had done all she needed to do according to her sponsor's request. Reluctantly she pulled her sticky fingers away, and a string of the fluid stretched between the tip of her finger and Claire's hole.

She couldn't help but laugh as Claire involuntarily thrusted her hips out a few times, and burned with absolute shame afterward. Claire eventually regained her composure and steadied her breathing.

Miss Jenkins had mercilessly toyed with her and she had been left with orgasm denial feeling humiliated and dissatisfied. She was like putty in Miss Jenkins hands and she was just starting to realise it.

Fiona was the next in. She was the smallest of the four at 5'-6" tall and had raven-black long hair that almost reached down to her waist. She wondered why she had been sent to this horrible place and was pretty indignant about the whole situation. Okay, she had crashed her boyfriend Luke's expensive Mercedes Benz, and she was just over the legal alcohol limit, but he was insured after all.

From Luke's perspective, he could see that she was turning into a spoiled brat and needed teaching a lesson or two before it got any worse. He had tried and tried with her, but she would not take responsibility for any of her actions and it was having a negative effect on their relationship and all the people around her. She was almost out of control and needed some not-before-time discipline to put her back on the straight and narrow. It was for her own good, he had told her. She was definitely not happy and did not appreciate the sentiment.

In his application to Trinity, Luke had requested that Fiona should be taken down a peg or two and needs to learn to obey, instead of arguing all the time. As an addition, anything they could do make her open up from her sexual repressiveness would be an added bonus for him! The Headmaster at Trinity had explained that they had a great reputation for helping out clients in this department!

Fiona had been made to dress up like a schoolgirl. No, she was being asked to dress up like a sexy schoolgirl. But she was being asked to skip a level and dress up like a young sexy slutty schoolgirl. Fiona was aware that her young, tight body in a schoolgirl's outfit would certainly appeal to older perverted men like Mr Andrews and possibly even the kind-looking Lee. What was going on? And why was her pussy getting wet at the thought of dressing up and pleasing these men?

To Fiona's eternal horror she found herself bent a desk with her panties around her ankles being soundly paddled by Miss Jenkins whilst Lee shot it all. She had been targeted to receive a more severe punishment which had left her bum with bright red markings from the paddle. Miss Jenkins had also allowed the strokes to stray below her bum cheeks onto her thighs just above the black stocking tops.

Once the spanking had ceased Fiona was left sobbing both with pain and humiliation. She was instructed to remain in place over the desk. Miss Jenkins then produced a tub of cold cream which she slowly rubbed into Fiona's burning cheeks. Fiona could feel the lovely cold cream soothing the heat in her bum. She stopped her sobbing, closed her eyes and allowed the feeling of relief and excitement wash over her. Miss Jenkins was very good at what she was doing. She hoped that it would never stop. Miss Jenkins was highly skilled at reading the reactions of her victims and could almost play them to her tune. She had deliberately put too much of the soothing cream on and then allowed it to liquify and trickle down into Fiona's bum hole and pussy. Following the trail with her fingers she probed the exposed openings with relish.

Fiona was by now almost a jibbering wreck who had lost control of her senses. She had at least 2 orgasms and still wanted more. But Miss Jenkins had other ideas to "help" with Fiona's sexual repression problem.

"Did you enjoy that girl?"

"Yes Miss."

"Then you may thank me girl?" Miss Jenkins asked the breathless Fiona.

"Y..Y...Yes Miss. Thank you".

"No, not like that" she replied.

Fiona thought she may have to bend over her knee for more punishment, but no!

A smile shot across Miss Jenkin's face for a moment, and she silently turned on her heels walking back behind her own desk. Fiona couldn't help but watch as she nonchalantly pulled up her own black skirt. Up over her knees. Up over her stocking tops and revealing her red lace panties, a shock given the generally modest and dark clothing she wore above them. She sat down and tucked the chair under the desk.

"Come and kneel here girl," she pointed at the floor in front of the chair.

Not wanting to face punishment again, and still in a haze from what she had been made to do, Fiona slipped off the table, her ass still stinging from the spanking. Her trepidation met the cool, unblinking stare of Miss Jenkins. She closed her eyes for a moment, knowing what she must do and willing away the self-consciousness that plagued her. She breathed in and out, getting down on her knees and crawling under the desk. Ahead of her, level with her mouth, was the crotch of another woman.

Miss Jenkins slowly parted her legs, drawing Fiona in as she did. Fiona's heart was racing, beating against her chest, and her whole body ached with arousal. Thousands of thoughts shot through her mind, questions of whether this is what she wants, whether this is simply a manipulation of her body, but as quickly as these thoughts appeared they were lost to the warmth she felt between her legs.

With no further need for instruction, she brought her hands off of the carpet and to the waistband of her teacher's underwear. She slipped the tips of her fingers in, lightly grazing the smooth skin beneath, the intimacy of this contact alone overwhelming her for a moment. She started to pull them down, and Miss Jenkins lifted herself off the chair to let them slip down to her knees.

A slight aroma both familiar and new reached her, causing butterflies in her stomach. Fiona looked up and saw that same smirk that made her feel so powerless. Miss Jenkins reached down and combed her fingers through Fiona's hair, before clenching her fist and pulling her closer. Fiona understood and followed the movement, her tongue finding a taste of pussy. Miss Jenkins let out a sigh, as much of pleasure as triumph. The teacher had gotten her student right where she wanted her - between her legs. Fiona tried to be delicate, licking slowly and planting long kisses on the vulva before her. After a minute of this, Fiona felt her hair pulled again, and she was pulled harder into her teacher's pussy.

Thoughts of what she was doing, and who she was doing it to only brought anxiety, so Fiona tried to forget about the details. Not that it was hard, as her mind was flooded with the erotic situation. With her mouth pressed against her wet folds, she could taste another woman's arousal. Without the space to move away, she breathed through her nose and that same arousal engaged her on another sensory level. Her own pussy still felt warm and neglected. It was as if her rational mind was moving further and further away, and in this heated moment she was only a wet pussy and a servile mouth. Even the raw stinging from her spanking receded into the background.

To distract herself from her flustered sex, she occupied herself with the task at hand. With a fervour she began to swirl her tongue around her inner lips, before working her way further up. As her tongue found the clitoris, Miss Jenkins gasped, and placed her hands on the arms of her chair. The teacher had held back as much as she could, thinking of giving pleasure as a power-play, but as Fiona began to suck her breathing became quick and deep. The girl was clumsy, but driven by desire. Besides, Miss Jenkins had been waiting for this for long enough that the situation itself elevated her to a state of arousal she rarely reached with or without a partner. She half-moaned, half-laughed, a smile permanently on her face.

Fiona began to slow as her jaw ached slightly, never having used those particular muscles for an extended amount of time. She felt almost light-headed with the heat of her own body, and the one she was pleasuring. The shock of the event made it feel as if time was sped up, and yet her own need for an orgasm kept things excruciatingly slow. Sensing the girl slowing down, as well as her own building orgasm, Miss Jenkins grasped Fiona's hair once again and brought her tightly against her pussy. The teacher took more and more control of her movements and Fiona flattened her tongue and held it still, moving her head up and down to give her tongue a rest. Her teachers' moans faded into silence, though she continued to guide Fiona to lick her clit up and down.

Fiona sensed Miss Jenkins tense up shortly before the silence was broken, as if she had been holding her breath in anticipation, now breathing in short sharp bursts as she approached the precipice. Fiona knew it was close to being over, but in one last effort to do good she brought her lips to the clitoris and sucked, twirling her tongue around it as she did. Fiona had assumed her technique would feel good, but never guessed she'd be using on another woman. She was proven right.

Miss Jenkins shook as she came, as if the pleasure had unexpectedly shot from her pussy to every nerve in her body, showing in her abdomen's rhythmic contractions. Fiona watched, captivated by the sight, she continued to suck her clit throughout the orgasm before slowly coming to a stop. Her teacher, clearly exhausted, dismissively pushed her head away. She remained on her knees beneath the table, unsure what to do with herself now that she had finished her task. Not wanting to do anything to offend, she stayed there until Miss Jenkins recovered and stood up. She grabbed her panties off the floor and quickly slipped them back on.

"You can come out now."

Fiona, suddenly feeling embarrassed and nervous again, turned around and crawled out from under the desk, tentatively standing up to see the woman waiting with her hands on her hips. Today she felt more powerless than ever - with Miss Jenkins stood above her, she knew she was submitting, but she welcomed the new sensations. Miss Jenkins looked down at her and smiled.

"You look so sweet with my pussy juice all over your mouth."

Fiona, not realising until now that her chin was glistening with another woman's secretions, instinctively raised her hand to her face to wipe it away.

"Don't!" Fiona stopped in her tracks, before Miss Jenkins continued in a softer tone, "Allow me."

Miss Jenkins slowly reached out to Fiona's face, and as she touched her the girl compulsively leaned into her, her body desperate for any kind of contact. She wiped along her chin with her thumb, and then brought it to her bottom lip. Fiona allowed her to stick her thumb into her mouth, bringing with it the taste of pussy once more.