Morgana lay in bed on Monday evening and wondered what the next morning would bring. Her mind had been filled with thoughts of nothing other than last Friday's party. She slipped her fingers inside her pussy and smiled as she remembered the events of that evening.
The time with Headmaster Dave had been wonderful even though she still felt ashamed of her bare-bottomed spanking and how she had been so wide open for his eyes to feast upon her not so hidden delights. She was to turn up at school tomorrow morning and goodness knows what he had in mind for her, although she could give him a few ideas of her own! She felt good being under his complete control and yet she still had that little part in her that wanted to disobey him. Perhaps she really loved the spankings after all and wanted even more punishment from him. As her mind drifted back she rubbed her little clit and moaned quietly.
Images of Sam came into her head, what an impressive thick black dick he had. Very tasty too if her memory served her correctly. She had really struggled to take all of him between her welcoming wet lips, yet he had insisted on pushing it right down the back of her throat making her gag on him. Her fingers were working herself really hard now as she approached her orgasm.
"Fuck me Headmaster! Fuck me Sam!" she screamed into her pillow.
What a dirty slut she felt at times and smiled at the thought. She licked her fingers, savouring every drop of her pussy cum; she really would have to make up her mind which of these two men she wanted to pop her cherry; that's if she got the opportunity to choose of course. She felt a little sorry for Ray as he was out of the running for now, but if she has got the chance of her strict Headmaster pummelling her from behind whilst slapping her cute ass and getting some tasty black dick, she wasn't about to give it up for anyone.
She drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Marcia filling her tight asshole with a butt plug in full view of the horrible shop owner. Marcia went on to remove her shirt and suck on her tender pink nipples. How good her warm hungry mouth felt to Morgana.
"Ring ring! Ring ring!" went her beside clock and Morgana nearly threw it out of the window!
"Damned alarm clock!" she muttered crossly to herself, "I should lying in today like everyone else instead of having to go to that rotten school." She had never been a happy early morning riser.
To make matters worse, her parents had said the previous evening that if she was going to school for a 'career talk' she was jolly well going to wear her school uniform.
She picked up her school report and wondered how she was going to explain to Daddy that every grade had dropped from the year before. I mean it wasn't like it was her fault that she was a growing girl and other 'things' had taken priority over school- work was it? But would Daddy understand? No he definitely wouldn't.
The problem was that she needed her parent's signature on it, to prove that they had seen it. Morgana knew she was playing with fire, but thought, 'what the hell' and she forged her Daddy's signature. Her parents were discussing the possibility of her going to college or university and didn't even realise that there was a final report as well as exam results to come – they would never know.
She put on her ridiculously short school skirt, her white blouse and white school ankle socks. There were no navy knickers in her drawer so she put on her tight white panties instead. She hunted around and fastened her scrawny looking red and blue striped school tie round her neck. She hadn't been able to find a white bra and such was her sulky mood she couldn't be bothered to look any further one, so just didn't bother. She had never felt so ridiculous! Didn't they realise she was eighteen years old?
She grabbed her satchel, sneaked the forged school report inside and went to say goodbye to her parents.
"Oh Morgana sweetheart you look so smart in your uniform, I can hardly believe you will be leaving school and entering the big wide world" said her Mammy.
Morgana could have been sick on the spot there and then with disgust at her Mammy's words, but even worse followed as her Daddy suggested she wore her blue hair ribbons – he'd always loved to see her hair in bunches.
"You are kidding me, right?" blurted out a horrified Morgana.
"Don't you speak in that tone to me young lady! You don't want a repeat session of last Friday afternoon and another bare-bottomed spanking do you? And I don't need the help of the Deputy Headmaster either!"
"No Daddy! Please don't spank me. I didn't mean it Sir. I will put them in right away for you. You are right, they look lovely for school." Morgana was so flustered and her cheeks were burning with the thought of it.
"Run along to school then, like my good girl" said her Daddy smiling and away she went before they could think of something else to add to her humiliation.
The walk to school was quite short and along the way Morgana met Roger, Ray and Sam. She waved over to them and they crossed the road to talk to her.
"Look I'm really sorry about you all getting a spanking because of me the other night," she said, hardly able to keep the smirk off her face.
"Oh you will be," said Sam in his usual cheery fashion. "Where on earth are you going dressed like that anyhow? Talk about 'Little Miss Pigtails', he mocked her. "Schools finished remember."
"Oh I have to go to see His Lord and Master, Headmaster Dave. Seems like I need a bit of extra tuition!" She winked at Sam who looked less than pleased with her for some unknown reason.
"See you soon then you lot. I don't want to be late for Sir do I?"
"OK Morgana, might be sooner than you think" Sam said with a rather mischievous grin she observed. He was always talking in riddles that black boy.
She decided to call for Marcia on the way, remembering that she had also been summoned. She knocked at the door of a rather rundown looking house; Marcia's mother seemed to sleep all day and goodness knows what she did at night! Well whatever the reason, Marcia had had to grow up quickly and learn to be self-sufficient from a very early age. Morgana couldn't remember ever seeing or hearing mention of her Dad. She knocked on the door again and rang the bell impatiently.
"ALL RIGHT! I'm coming, for goodness sake stop that noise! Marcia opened the front door and immediately fell about laughing when she saw Morgana.
"What the fuck are you wearing Morgana?"
Morgana blushed scarlet; "Oh shut up Marcia! It's not my idea you know. I don't dare take the ribbons out in case Daddy can still see me."
"I wish I had a Daddy, who wanted me to wear ribbons in my hair for him," said Marcia with a faraway look in her eyes. Morgana felt a pang of compassion for her friend.
"Anyhow, look at you! You look fantastic," said Morgana changing the subject quickly. Marcia in fact looked more like a prostitute than a schoolgirl; the contrast between the two girls was remarkable.
