Take three girls....

Oh you have  so much to answer for my naughty correspondents, you know who you are, one of you talking about the sexual tensions in certain closed institutions, and  another of you mentioning St Trinian’s, all of this getting  Elizabeth’s  little grey cells all aquiver.

The appeal of setting events in such places  is all to obvious. In such establishments the sexual tensions we all experience day to day are inevitably magnified by people being in  close and unavoidable  proximity to those causing them. The  big danger for a writer is slipping into cliché, but maybe sometimes we should not worry too much about that and simply give the public what it wants, so let me forget all about originality and simply wallow in cliché. (But please be forgiving with me if there’s some lack of continuity with the images!)

 What shall I offer you then, an imaginary scenario in a boarding college for young ladies in need of extra coaching, a place that’s fizzing with libidos on fire and loins leaking with lustful thoughts? Let’s call it St Cecila’s Academy, and let’s focus on three toothsome young ladies, all good friends and apparently as happy a could be.

At first glance they are very alike, yet  in their different ways they are very different from each other. First there’s  Harriet, a rounded bundle of fleshy temptation, all kissable curves with lush full breasts and a Rubenesque rear,  all in all  a perfect bed time tumble who to look at is to want to undress and fondle.

And quite different is cheeky little Daphne, cute and sweetly sexy. She doesn’t yet realise just  how gorgeous she is, so she spends lots of time taking naughty selfies in an attempt to find out whether  she is attractive or not.

And finally there’s Emily, the quiet one who is not sure if she prefers boys or girls, so pending any final decision she takes time in the  privacy of her room, trying out different ways of posing and positioning herself in front of her mirror and imagining what effect this would have on a person of either sex discovering her like this, and imagining all the lovely things they might do to her.

In  charge of these three is Miss Harridan, who has no doubts or confusions about her own sexuality and who  enjoys watching all these young girls changing from  cygnets into  swans.

She may be fond of her girls, but Miss Harridan is a great believer in keeping tight control of them and makes a point of seeing that all the girls are regularly spanked to keep them in order. This is something she secretly takes great pleasure in.

Fully understanding that girls will be girls, and wishing to avoid unnecessary problems,  Miss Harridan insists on a very strict entry criteria to St Cecilia which is rigidly enforced. All girls must be over eighteen before their first interview, must have already lost their virginity, and must look good in a miniskirt.

 All three girls got in without any difficulty at all.  

In such an establishment there is no reason why anyone should have any problems at all, but with three ripe and juicy girls, anything could happen, and of course it often does. For example, one afternoon Emily happened to find Daphne on her bed, eyes closed in  quiet ecstasy as she masturbated,

 all the while her brain stimulated by thoughts of that time she secretly watched  Harriet  having a shower.

“You naughty little girl” Emily said, closing the door behind her, knowing that this was a situation that was ripe with possibility. “You could get into real trouble for that, you know wanking is against the rules.” She sat herself on the bed beside Daphne suddenly realising that she rather fancied  her.  “You know I aught to tell Miss Harridan.  She’s not spanked  any of us for a few days  now so I bet she’d spank you extra  hard to make up for lost time. She’d really be able to enjoy herself.”

Daphne  knows that was  true as Miss Harridan seemed to be always looking for an excuse to spank any of them. “But you wouldn’t really  tell her!” Daphne said, her  stomach knotting up insider her. “Please don’t!  I don’t want to be in trouble again.”

“Well,” Said Emily, thoroughly enjoying this new power and intending to exploit it to the limit. “I suppose I could keep it quiet but...” At this point she pinned Daphne down  onto the bed and kissed her.

“You  still have to be punished.” She paused relishing what she was about to say. “Maybe I should spank you and then it would be all right.”

A red mist floated in front of Daphne’s eyes. She hadn’t yet climaxed from her little interval of self pleasuring and that unexpected kiss had ignited all sorts of thoughts in her head, so suddenly the thought of being spanked by Emily was rather wonderful. Still pinned on the bed, she looked up at Emily with big wanton eyes.

 “But.....”  What should she say? “But you wouldn’t  really spank me would you.......not the way Miss Harridan does ... you know..."

“Put you across my knee and take your  knickers down?”  Emily was  thoroughly enjoying herself and was getting that wonderful moist feeling between her legs she got when she thought about her boyfriend in London. “Of course with your knickers down!” She looked down at Daphne’s disordered clothing. “Anyway, you had them part way down  anyway so you could play with yourself you naughty girl.”And then she kissed Daphne again who returned it  with undisguised pleasure, and for a few moments both of them had forgotten all about everything. Emily’s fingers were now where Daphne’s had been when she had come across her and they were  gently coaxing a sweet orgasm from her as she moaned and  mewed in pleasure.

Eventually Daphne spoke, her voice hoarse with emotion. “You’re right Emily.” She said. “I am a naughty little girl who needs to be spanked. In fact you can punish me any way you want.”

So Emily sat on the end of the bed and took  Daphne over her knee feeling a strange new feeling of power and pleasure as she did so. She’d been spanked by Miss Harridan a number of times, but had never spanked anybody herself and already she knew just how much she wanted to do this. Purring with a strange new arousal she stroked her hand over the skimpy little knickers that scarcely covered Daphne’s’ young bottom knowing that they would offer no protection whatsoever and that right now would operate as a silky target at which to aim her punishment.

Spank! Her hand came down with a first stinging slap and Daphne jerked underneath her and let out a strange strangled yelp and seconds later it was followed by a second and a third and in a moment she had built up a steady rhythmic pattern, spank following spank as Daphne gasped and squealed over her knee.

This was fun, this was exciting and already she knew why Miss Harridan seemed to always be looking for an excuse to have one or other  of the girls struggling bare bottomed over her knee.  Having now established this dubious authority over Daphne she would be looking for new excuses to do it again, but right now she needed to take things to the next stage. “Are you a naughty little girl?” She demanded and Daphne cried out that she was, and enjoying every second  of her complete surrender,  Emily paused and felt her glowing bottom. “Then let me spank you properly with your knickers down!” And with lascivious pleasure she lowered them slowly till Dapne’s lovely pink bottom was gloriously bare and available to be spanked some more.

Intending to take her time Emily stroked  Dapne’s glowing globes with the tips of her fingers prior to setting in and spanking her some more when with a great bang the door swung opened and in walked Harriet, her eyes suddenly huge with surprise seeing the bizarre tableau in front of her. Before she could even think what was going on she instinctively raised her phone and took a few pictures. 

(To be continued)