The Impure Schoolgirl

by Pussy-Willow Penn

Her face burned with the shame of being forced to display herself in a way she would never voluntarily do for anyone.

  As he fingered her anus, causing her to shiver and tremble uncontrollably, he added, “and I’ll tell you something else, my dear: the conclusion of tonight’s punishment will involve this erect penis of mine being inserted right up high into your anus until I have my second orgasm”.

  And her face burned with the further shame of knowing that he knew this was exactly what she wanted.

  He stepped back and she steeled herself. Over the course of the next three minutes he slammed the cane down on to her bottom six times, each time in a different position, each time causing her untold pain, causing her body to buck from side to side and rubbing her lower lips against each other, stimulating her even further - but this was pain that above all magnified the immense warmth coursing through her body and in spite of her tears bringing on yet another shattering orgasm.

  Desperate for breath this forced her head from the pillow and her gasping screams of intermingled pain and pleasure rang through the entire building, causing innocent teenage girls in their beds to shiver with fear and curious unknown tremblings to stir in their own bodies. A number of hitherto innocent fingers tentatively felt for the warm wetness their owners could feel in their panties and it wasn’t long before well muffled but unmistakable heavy breathing and stifled gasps repeated themselves again and again as Suzy’s punishment was extended to a total of ten strokes because of the noise she had made.

  Once again the soothing ointment brought some relief; the tears on the pillow had a chance to soak in and Suzy’s gasping for breath a chance to slowly subside.

  “I’m beginning to lose count of the number of orgasms you’ve allowed yourself, young woman. And we’re only halfway through. But now it’s my turn – my first orgasm – please note – as and when I choose and not before!”

  Then he added: “I think you should realise that a woman who is wanton and self-indulgent with her sexuality will always display this to men. Men will know she is an easy target automatically. As I have done this evening. You are an easy target – a push-over. And these men will use such a woman to slake their own sexual hunger exactly as I am using you. So it is easy, very easy, for a wanton woman to leave school and become a single mother very quickly – and thereby have her entire life mapped out for her, without her conscious will being involved in any way at all. This advanced and maybe controversial punishment regime of mine is designed to point up to such as you the errors of your ways – and to do so as quickly and effectively as I can”.

  He inserted two fingers into her sopping wet vagina and felt freely around.

  “It’s quite clear you’re not a virgin. I know that the female Hymen is lost these days through the use of tampons, but your cavity is so smooth and well used that at the very least you have a great deal of experience with the vibrator – perhaps indeed with any number of foreign objects – even if technically speaking no man has been up here before me”.

  He produced a condom and placed it on his throbbing manhood.

  “I shall assume however you have no birth control measures in place, and I will ensure you will not become pregnant from me”.

  Then ever so slowly he inserted himself in to her ever so welcoming pussy. She gasped in sheer ecstasy. She had fantasized so often about this moment. Here at school she had only her own fingers – and if she was incredibly cautious, the bulbous, rounded, shiny handle of her carefully chosen hair-brush – to stand in for Mr. Paul’s manhood. But at home she did possess a fully operational vibrator. Lacking much parental control, she’d managed to buy one online - a large and very realistic one with an immensely powerful motor – and with that in particular had experienced consistently explosive orgasms on a nightly basis as she dreamed of what she was now experiencing - the real thing.

  She felt faint with the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. Her whole genital area was on fire from her punishment, the most beautiful penis in the world had now slid deeply inside her and was slowly sliding out again, her clitoris throbbed so badly it hurt, and the intense sensitivity of her anus and nipples all made her whimper incoherently. Trembling all over as the massive erection slid slowly back into her again, something triggered deep inside her and built and built as wave upon wave of ecstatic pleasure rippled through her entire body causing her to thrash around absolutely uncontrollably.

  Tim Paul groaned loudly, starting to lose his self-control, increasing the rhythm of his strokes, until she suddenly felt spasm after spasm after spasm from the violent contractions of his penis, all grossly multiplying her own spasms, further racking her burning vagina.

  She was now so totally out of control that dimly in the recesses of her mind she felt herself fart and pee (very briefly thank God!) as well! Fortunately she guessed Tim Paul hadn’t noticed this, as his own explosive orgasm was still making him buck against her sore reddened buttocks again and again, and his agonised groans showed that his prolonged ejaculation was still at its height.

  As he gradually completed his orgasm, her own body slowly, ever so slowly, came back to earth and her gasps reduced, her breathing steadied, the pain of her spanking reasserted itself, and the sweat pouring from her body slowed up. She was so, so wet everywhere, all over, she had never ever plunged to these depths of sexual pleasure before – and she guessed that it would not be the norm in her future adult life either.

  Some moments later, when both had recovered their breath and their poise, Tim Paul slowly removed his still erect penis from her vagina, removed and disposed of the condom, dried himself with a hand towel and sat back on the bed.

  “Suzy James”, he said – “I think you are a very special case! That was an extremely intense experience! Come – back on my knee!”

  She slowly eased herself up from her crouched position, cautiously lifting her stiff legs off the bed, and sat back on his thigh, with his swollen, red and still oozing penis wedged against her.

  ***

  Where would this night go next? How could such an earth-shattering experience go any further? Hadn’t they plumbed the depths of human experience to its limits already? Flushed, panting, shaken by the intensity of all that had happened so far, Suzy so wanted to roll herself up in the crook of Tim Paul’s arm and be held tightly. But he had other ideas. He leant forward and pulled a chair closer, with the seat facing them. With a swift movement he pulled Suzy round to face the chair, so that her legs were splayed on either side of his own. He positioned his penis so that it was now lying along the crack between her buttocks – and it was far from being flaccid. Suzy could feel its tip at the entrance to her vagina – and with it the stirrings of a new arousal.

  “Lean forward! Hands on the chair! Take the pillow for your head! That’s right!”

  As she did so he parted his own legs, and she was soon propped forward with her hands on the sides of the chair, her face on the pillow, her breasts hanging down in all their voluptuous fullness, her sore bottom presented to his hands, and her vagina and anus fully opened to his view. His renewed erection now touched against her still swollen clitoris. She was quite helpless, in his power, and gladly resigned herself to it.

  “And now – your experience! Many and various is my guess! I need to hear everything. As you know, this school is dedicated to accepting young teenage virgins and educating them to preserve their chastity, so that a sense of and pride in their personal value, both to themselves and to the men they meet in their lives, is undiminished in their adulthood. Where this is not possible – and you are an obvious case in point – we know that the probable outcome will be that the adult woman will be treated as a slut and that she will be the plaything of every man she comes across. Pun intended!”

  She felt her shame as he intended she should. She was still too flushed to blush any further, but her heart sank at hearing this portrait of her by a man she had lusted after with such intensity.

  “I now require you to tell me your past sexu
al experiences – in detail – the whole truth – nothing left out. Only that way will I be able to design an ongoing programme of personal treatment that will at least attempt to get you on the straight and narrow”.

  While he spoke he idly touched the intimate parts of her genitals so clearly visible to him, causing her to gasp and whimper and catch her breath as her desire for further release began to build yet again.

  “While you tell me all, and answer my questions, I shall prove my point loudly and clearly, by giving you another two or three orgasms whether or not you try to resist them – which I am convinced you are incapable of doing”.

  She knew now he was right. Sexual pleasure was clearly something she could not say no to.

  “Then – the final punishment - with my tawse. This will hurt you more than the first two, but it is essential you come to recognize real pain as the inevitable result of your deeply sinful impurity. Following that – I shall abuse you again – letting the punishment fit the crime - and take my own second orgasm, unprotected this time, up here – one of my favourite points of entry”.

  As he stroked her anus, and inserted a finger, new wetness oozed from her vagina and her desperate gasps for breath renewed.

  “So!” he said, “let’s get started”.

  He pulled her back slightly so that his now very erect penis lay along her open and wet vulva, its tip lying firmly against her clitoris. Gently he started a slow and measured movement with his hips that resulted in the clitoris being massaged exquisitely by his penis, which was lubricated by her own juices flowing freely from her. His finger continued to toy with the entrance to her dilated anus, again dipping into her juices to lubricate it. She moaned deeply as her body started its inexorable build to new orgasms.

  With his free hand he cupped one of her breasts, fondling it gently, feeling its voluptuous weight, rubbing its hugely distended nipple between his fingers, and teasing it out into an even fuller engorgement.

  “So Miss Suzy James – innocent virginal teenager! – how many people have you enjoyed sexual pleasure with? I want full details – exactly what you did to each other, where and how often you were penetrated – and how you both experienced your orgasms?”

  Suzy tried to cast her mind back to the age of twelve when her sex life had first started. She tried hard to focus – and to prove she could deny an orgasm if she wanted to – and in broken breaths, gasping from time to time, she told him of how her slightly older brother had played doctors and nurses with her, involving detailed examinations of each other and the application of lubricating cream, and how both of them had discovered the mind-blowing effects of mutual masturbation.

  She remembered the older girl at her previous boarding school who had a crush on her and insisted on climbing into bed with her and sharing a bath with her after games, and how this girl had taught her everything she knew about the female body and how it could give so many pleasures to its owner.

  This girl had, she felt, been the cause of her present depravity and her dependence on regular orgasmic release. On one occasion she had come to stay for a few days during the summer holidays and had shared Suzy’s room.

  Hidden in her suitcase was a vibrator and she had insisted on both of them using it on each other. Suzy was already using tampons by this time, so accommodating this extraordinary implement had come easily – and so did she - all too easily in this girl’s expert hands.

  Finally she confessed to the insistent machinations of the P. E. teacher of this new special 6th form college which she had only joined a few weeks ago. This older man insisted on keeping her on after some of the P. E. sessions ostensibly to train her for the school athletics team. In actual fact he demonstrated many athletic positions the body needed to be able to assume, then helped her get these correct by handling the various parts of her body in question, gently extending a limb here, encouraging the untensing of a muscle group there, and so on – all while she was dressed in a tight T-shirt, short sports skirt, and regulation school knickers. So much handling soon made her wet, which he noticed, commented on and then insisted on relieving for her. If she tried to refuse, he threatened to report her for obstructive behaviour in class and to get her punished. As she was so close to orgasm by then she had quietly succumbed, accepted the waves of pleasure that swept over her, however unwelcome, and tried to ignore his rubbing of his own genitals against her buttocks and his resulting gasps and groans.

  Most of her sexual experience however was due to her own masturbation, and the only penetrations she’d experienced so far were those of the school friend’s vibrator – and her own – and of course her hairbrush handle. Until tonight she’d never had an erect penis inside her, and she had no experience of anal or oral sex.

  By this time she had had three more orgasms and was near fainting with exhaustion. As she finished her tale, there was a short pause, then Tim Paul spoke.

  “Well, not as completely depraved as I assumed! There may be hope for you yet. Rest assured I’ll sort out that PE teacher once and for all. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s been accused of abusing a student. However back to you - you must first reach the full level of depravity your soul seeks for, and the vigorous punishment that goes with it, before your redemption can begin. We have several months in hand – and tonight is proving an excellent starting point. So, up you get! Back onto the bed!”

  ***

  Suzy eased her exhausted, satiated, painful but grossly pleasured body off Mr. Paul’s lap and stood up, her heart pounding, her body trembling with fear. She wasn’t sure she could take much more. It wasn’t just a question of the pain – but the sheer intensity of the pleasure that seemed to go hand in hand with the pain, the utter depths of this all-pervading glowing warmth that flushed her whole body so violently, the juices that endlessly oozed from her and the feeling that every pore of her body was vibrating intensely, especially when her nipples and her clitoris and her vagina and her anus were now all so sensitive to the slightest touch that they made her cry out in agony.

  She followed Tim Paul’s instructions and knelt once again on the corner of the bed, arms and hands on the pillow, knees splayed so that everything was once more fully exposed to his eyes.

  This time he insisted on gagging her, stuffing a clean handkerchief into her mouth as he explained that the hour was now late and this punishment would be the most painful yet and he did not want to risk having the whole school wakened by her cries of pain.

  Once again he tenderly caressed her sore, marked buttocks, tracing the weals created by the cane with a finger, gently rubbing the most reddened areas where bruises were beginning to form. She winced as the combination of pleasure and pain began to be reawakened in her yet again – and did her best to prepare herself for what was to come.

  As Tim Paul stepped back she caught sight of his enormous erection and the wetness at its tip and once again felt that awful sense of weakness as intense desire to have it inside her surged through her.

  The tawse struck her bottom with ferocious force and her body bucked violently. She gagged on the handkerchief and the tears sprang to her eyes as she gasped desperately for breath. And again! And again! Sometimes the tassellated end of the long thick leather strap hit her vulva or her anus and then, if she hadn’t been gagged, her screams would indeed have woken everyone else in the building. The hot tingling, stinging, vibrating spasms of her body, centered so powerfully in her genitals, soon brought on an orgasm that seemed without end, as she threw her body from side to side, trying in vain to escape the onslaught. She almost passed out completely, certainly losing count of the strokes, losing track of time and place. Nothing else existed except this unbelievable shaking orgasm that completely engulfed her.

  At last, at long long last, the strokes ceased, Tim Paul’s soothing hands caressed her with body lotion, which mingled with her own copious juices and made her whole genital area one well-oiled, overheated mass of quivering flesh.

  Then her eyes opened wide with shock, as T
im Paul slid his near-to-bursting penis into the center of her bottom. Gently he lifted her up off the pillow, removed her gag and held her firmly by her breasts.

  She gasped for air, willing her tears to stop, willing the pain to subside, and willing this incredibly beautiful shafting of her most tender passge to last for ever.

  The long lasting orgasm brought on by the thrashing picked up force again and the violent trembling of her body continued, quite undermining any small amount of willpower she might have built up.

  Instinctively Suzy felt between her legs with one arm and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. The long slow regular penetrations were rapidly increased as all her genital muscles contracted rhythmically up and down the length of this swollen penis so near to its bursting point.

  And then his body exploded with the unbelievable force of this long held-back, highly-controlled orgasm.

  Doing his utmost to hold back the cries of intense pleasure he needed to release, copious spurts of his seed sprayed against the walls of her anal passage, triggering a shattering climax to her own orgasm. For long minute after long minute their combined ecstasy held them in thrall, every muscle tensed in these two beautiful bodies undergoing the ultimate experience in pleasure.

  Then they subsided slowly.

  ***

  Half an hour later Suzy quietly made her way back to her dormitory, extremely fatigued but still strangely glowing all over from her intense experience.

  The thought flickered in her head that the previous two or three hours had systematically stripped away any hint of childhood innocence she might still have harboured when she went to bed that evening. She was now a practiced “woman of the world”. She had known at first hand things which many women barely dream of, let alone actually experience for themselves. In short, she would never be the same again - though she did leave alone for now the nagging question of whether Mr. Paul’s theories of how to achieve her redemption and her return to the fold of the chaste actually held water, or whether it was more likely that having experienced what might have been the ultimate depths of pleasure she was capable of feeling would now ensure she now devoted her life to always trying to re-experience them. This was a fundamental conundrum she would have to address over her remaining time in this very special college!