“Well!” Said
Harriet, her eyes gleaming as she took in what was going on. “What have we
here?” She flourished her phone in front
of them like an accusation. “Whatever it is, I’ve got a photo of it!”
With a strange new feeling of power she strutted into the
room. There was fun to be had here, nice sexy fun. It was just a question of how
she played it. The two other girls had got up and were staring at her opened
mouthed, knowing that if they we not careful, this could be big trouble for
them both. So far Harriet had said nothing about showing the pics to Miss Harridan
but they knew that it was just a matter of time. Almost as they thought it,
Harriet let out wicked giggle. “I wonder what Miss Harridan would say if she
saw these pics. Kinky goings on between two of her girls! What punishments
would she devise for you two!”
“But the thing is...” Daphne had recovered a touch sooner
than Emily and, having pulled her knickers up to restore her dignity, was
sauntering up to Harriet, a strange look on her face. “You’d have to show her
your phone to prove anything, and I happen to know....”
In a second she had lunged out her hand and grabbed the
phone from Harriet, and turning her back on her started to scroll through the pictures
“As I thought. Lots of naughty selfies of you, and even more of you doing
naughty things to your boyfriend’s cock that you took when you were with him
during the spring vac!”
“Give me that back!” Harriet lunged at Daphne, but now
Emily had joined in and created barrier between them, and as they all pushed
and jostled, Daphne’s deft fingers were busy with the keys and in a second she
let out a whoop of triumph. “That’s got you Harriet Saunders! I’ve deleted the pics you just took of us,
but your phone is still throbbing with porno pictures of you! Now who’s
concerned about a visit to Miss Harridan?”
The tables turned on her completely Harriet stared at them
aghast. “But you wouldn’t!”
“Wouldn’t we?” The
two girls faced her, joined in a united front. Both still excited and horny from
their encounter with each other, they were more than ready to exploit this to
the full. “We might be persuaded not to,” Said Daphne “But only if you pay some
forfeits!”
“Forfeits?” Harriet’s heart stared to beat in her rib
cage. They had all played forfeits in the past, and she guessed what it might
involve.
“What sort of forfeits?”
Daphne and Emily whispered amongst themselves before
Emily spoke. “Well first you can take your top of and let us kiss your boobs.
After all your boyfriend does - we’ve seen the pics of him doing it so we want
to as well!”
“But.....” Started Harriet but didn’t get any further.
“You’d better cooperate” Said Daphne. Whatever ever else we might do to you, we
are both going to spank you, and how hard and long depends on how helpful you
are till we do.”
A mixture of excitement and nervousness took root in Harriet’s
insides and suddenly she knew she had to do what she was told. With a practiced moment
she peeled her tee shirt off over her head and, deciding that the girls might
as well see her at her best, put her hands on her head so her twin breasts, firm,
generous, and out thrusting were displayed for them in all their naked glory.
Almost overwhelmed at the sight he two girls hung back
and admired for a moment, then took
turns to kiss them and fondle their glorious ripeness in their hands,
and having done this till all three were swooning with a
quiet and growing arousal, completely in tune with each other and almost as if
they had rehearsed it, the two girls pulled Harriet down on to the bed. “Are you
ready for some more?” Daphne asked and, not waiting for an answer, sometimes Daphne,
sometimes Emily,
and sometimes together, they rutted and fondled, kissed and
explored Harriet’s bountiful body, till it was glowing with an almost luminous
pleasure.
Eventually they paused for breath and from the tumble of
the sheets Harriet looked up at them, her voice a murmur and her eyes limpid.
“And what now?” She muttered, drunk with pleasure.
“Hadn’t you remembered?” said Emily, now ready to move
things on. “Now we’ve got your body good and receptive, we’re going to spank
you.”
“Oh yes!” said Harriet, now ready for anything the girls might do to her. “I deserve it, don’t I?”
“Oh yes!” said Harriet, now ready for anything the girls might do to her. “I deserve it, don’t I?”
“Oh yes!” said
Daphne, her own bottom still warm from the attentions that Emily had paid it so
shortly before. “Me first! I’ve never spanked anybody before and I can practice
on you.”
Moments later, the completely naked Harriet was across her
knee, quiet and compliant and unresisting. “I’m going to enjoy this.” Daphne said caressing Harriet’s naked bottom
and sliding her fingers up between her legs and making her squirm. “You really asked
for it you know and I’m going to make sure it hurts!”
In a second she landed a first exploratory slap, relishing
the sharp sound of flesh against yielding flesh, then settled in with a steady
determined rhythm, spanking Harriet’s lovely bottom with quiet efficiency.
Her face was calm,
but inside she was in turmoil. What was the most exciting, having sex with her boyfriend,
being spanked by Emily, the three of them having sex together, or spanking the
deliciously naked Harriet across her knee. Whichever it was, right now the
liquid arousal between her legs was washing through her whole body, helped by
the little moans and gasps escaping from Harriet’s lips as she tried to cope
with the rising tide of pain and pleasure coursing through her. But where was
Emily during all this? And looking up Daphne saw Emily, one hand holding her phone
and filming this whole scenario, and the other busy between her legs.
Oh Joy! When it was all over she could take her time watching a film of herself giving the
delicious Harriet a good spanking, and this new thought started to bring her dangerously
close to the very edge. All three of them were getting close to something
momentous when a small sound alerted Daphne
to another presence amongst them, and
turning Her had sideways she saw to her
horror that Miss Harridan was standing there
watching their bizarre tableau play itself out.
(To be continued)
ReplyDelete'ah, drunk with pleasure'
do you not all adore Elizabeth's turn of phrase
and as for the picture of the nymph with smudged mascara
well....................................
J
Ah, what delicious, tantalising, writing. My body is all aquiver ( or can that only happen to girls )
ReplyDeleteMay this serial run and run, what is there not too like about 3 delightful young ladies dressed in St. Trinians outfits accompanied by a female teacher who also has saphic and spanking designs on her charges when they misbehave.
I seem to have made two distinguished gentlemen happy! Am I fulfilling my destiny at last?
ReplyDeleteLiz
You can add one lady to the two distinguished gentlemen that you have made happy. I have a sorority house fantasy that involves some of the things in your story. I am enjoying reading and looking forward to the next installment.
ReplyDeleteBarbee
You have sorority house fantasies! What naughty girl you must be!
ReplyDeleteLiz