Chapter 6 - Art for Art's Sake
On Wednesday morning's agenda was what was described as 'Art and Drama'. The girls were ushered into another classroom laid out with easels, paints and brushes, charcoal, pencils and sketch pads.
They were met by the formidable Mr Davis who introduced the subject for the rest of the morning. The topic was life drawing, and it was going to be taken by one of the Trinity Academy's female teachers Miss Summer who also doubles up as a model. Mr Davis explained that whoever produces the best art will receive the prize of having 5 demerit points removed from their personal tally at the end of the week. This was indeed a good incentive to do well.
The girls got their painting equipment ready and Miss Summer emerged from behind the curtain. She is in her mid-thirties and quite stunning in a bohemian kind of way, as most art teachers are!
She smiled to the class, then introduced herself. She was dressed in elegant black shoes, seamed stockings, snug dark grey pencil skirt and cream silk blouse, with just a few buttons open to give a hint of her black lacy bra to tantalise. Her blonde hair was taken up into a kind of loose beehive and she wore bright red glasses which actually suited her cute face quite well. She then addressed the class.
"In this session we will combine both of my artistic loves and partake in role-play that combines art with drama. For the role-play scenario I will be your Mistress and you will be my willing slaves. So, girls, looking at all your sexy schoolgirl uniforms I find myself undecided between wanting to play with you and wanting to punish you. I therefore propose a game of chance to see which it will be. I will now explain the rules to you."
She removed a cloth that covered the table next to her. It contained a roulette wheel, a large white dice and an envelope. There was also a multi-stranded black whip, a riding crop and a wooden paddle.
"Today, your fate will be decided by the roll of a dice and the spin of a wheel," she declared.
"First you will all roll the dice once and the highest number will start," she smiled as she offered the dice to Fiona. They all took one throw and it was Natalie who got a five who went first.
"Open the envelope and read the card inside," Miss Summer asked Natalie.
"It says, Dice Number: 1 = Spank, 2 = Lick, 3 = Crop, 4 = Suck, 5 = Paddle, 6 = Kiss" she stated.
Miss Summer followed up, "Soooooo, the rules are as follows: Each of you will roll the dice twice and see what fates befall you. If you roll an even number, you win the right to pleasure me. If you roll an odd number you will submit to a punishment. You will then spin the roulette wheel to find out the magnitude of the pleasure or the pain. The pockets of the roulette wheel are numbered from 0 to 36 and there is one green pocket numbered 0 (zero). If you are lucky enough to find this pocket, you will be exempt from any punishments."
"And now, you may take your first roll. Go Natalie."
Natalie threw the dice.
"A one! Oh, dear, it looks as though fate is not on your side. Let us see how harsh the spanking will be. Spin the wheel and let the ball go."
Everyone watched as the ball spun around, the wheel slowed down and the silver ball clattered into the number 14 pocket.
"So that's fourteen spanks on your bottom. I think we will have it bared. Stand up, remove your panties and put them on my side table."
Natalie hesitated but did as she was told.
Miss Summer sat on her chair dragged and patted her knees for Natalie to bend over. She then lifted up her short, pleated skirt to reveal a perfect naked bum and began spanking. After the first medium-hard slap she paused.
"Oh yes, the acoustics in here really are excellent. The crack of my hand on a lovely bare bottom reverberates around the room so beautifully, just as your pale buttocks colour so nicely."
She addressed the other three girls,
"Make charcoal sketches to interpret the movement of my arm as it arcs down, and the impact of my hand on this girl's bare bottom. Isn't art wonderful?" she smiled as she continued to spank the helpless Natalie.
A few more spanks rained down on her bum. Miss Summer's hardest spanks were luckily nowhere near as bad as the ones delivered by the male staff. Natalie was relieved and quite enjoyed the sensation.
"I can see my handprints merging and overlapping, causing some areas to be merely a warm pink, while others are glowing a rosy red. Let me run my fingers over your smarting cheeks. Hmm, I see you shiver, so sensitive," Miss Summer teased.
Natalie's bum had turned a mild crimson and she found that she had become aroused and wet alarmingly quickly. This seemed to be becoming a familiar pattern for her!
"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it? And now you get to roll the dice again".
"A three. Oh dear, an appointment with my riding crop. How many will you receive? Spin the wheel and find out... a nine. Not too bad, it could have been a lot worse. Does this disappoint you? For this, you will need to bend over the arm of my chair. Lift your bum nice and high and spread your legs. I want you to ask nicely for each one, counting as you go, and thank me after. If you lose count or forget to thank me, we shall start again from the beginning."
Natalie cursed her luck with the dice and soon found out that the crop was much more painful than the hand spanking. She also soon found out that Miss Summer was no expert and some of her strokes went astray somewhat. Luckily it was soon over and Miss Summer looked at her handiwork.
"Oh, my. Look girls at what a pretty picture I have made. A piece of modern art, consisting of red lines and little rectangles right across your cheeks. And what's this? An angry red line across your sexy bottom where I caught you with the bendy shaft? Ooh, that must be why you squeaked so loudly on stroke eight. Thank you, Miss Brown. You may now put your knickers on and join your fellow pupils."
"Who is next?" Miss Summer looked expectantly at the class. Fiona put her hand up.
She shook the cube tossing it onto the table. A five, the paddle. Heart pounding, she spun the wheel, dropped in the ball and waited for it to slow down. A nine. She looked relieved. It could have been much worse. "Please, can I keep my knickers on?' she pleaded.
"No knickers but you may keep on your stockings and suspenders as you look delightful in them".
She raised the hem of her skirt and pulled down her white panties. Keeping her skirt up she placed herself over Miss Summer's knee. Her black suspenders strained at the welts of dark stockings framed the plentiful expanse of the target area. Without waiting or her to compose herself Miss Summer applied five crisp strokes to her right cheek with the wooden paddle, followed immediately with another four to her left. Fiona jerked against her knee, bottom burning.
"Ooh," Fiona moaned, unashamedly sliding a hand between her legs while the other rubbed her crimson-streaked posterior, "my poor bum."
She climbed stiffly from her ungainly pose, turned and looked at Miss Summer.
"A couple more strokes and I think I'd have come."
Stomach churning, Fiona took the dice again.
"A four. So lucky. What should I have you suck? My aching nipples are showing though the silk of my blouse. I believe they are demanding your attention! Come, kneel in front of me and unbutton my blouse. And now, I will pull down the cups on my lacy bra and pop out my breasts. Suck my nipples, now harder. Take more of my tits into your mouth. Two wet, swollen, nipples glistening in the light. Let's leave them out for the remainder of our game, shall we?
"Next," called Miss Summer, amid the heightened erotic tension. It was Taylor. With her first roll of the dice Taylor's flushed face gave away the excitement already dampening her silky slit.
She shook a three. The crop. Followed by the number 23 on the roulette wheel. Miss Summer looked Taylor up and down and announced that she would begin by whipping her beautiful tits, then her thighs. Taylor grimaced and closed her eyes tightly as Miss Summer slowly unfastened the six white buttons holding her tightly strained white shirt together at the front. Taylor's breasts spilled out as button number four was released however Miss Summer continued until the shirt was fully undone. She pulled it out of Taylor's skirt and allowed it to fully open exposing her breasts. Taylor's nipples were already and erect and Miss Summer gazed at them lustfully. She allowed her index finger to trace an imaginary line across up from Taylor's naval, over her flat tanned stomach to between her magnificent pert tits. She then playfully tweaked each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gave each one a squeeze making them even harder.
Unfortunately for Taylor, that's where the playing ended as Miss Summer aimed the crop, lightly at first, across her breasts. Taylor gasped in shock, her nipples reacted of their own accord, visibly hardening as the strokes fell.
"Oh Miss."
Taylor jiggled her reddening boobs, the scent of female arousal becoming apparent.
"Lift your skirt up young lady."
Taylor was more than happy to raise the hem of her pleated skirt up above her panties. Miss Summer then whipped the soft, tender tops of her thighs above her stocking tops. This elicited a squeal from Taylor, pushing her hips impudently forward, daring Miss Summer to strike between her legs. She groaned when Miss Summer grinned but then called her bluff by not complying.
"How does that feel? Yes, it does pack a sting, doesn't it? Two to the backs of your thighs. Smarts, doesn't it? That's even more tender than your bum, isn't it? And the final two to the vulnerable area where ass meets thigh. Hmm, I think you'll be feeling those tomorrow."
Doubled up, Taylor clenched her thighs to accommodate the stings, somehow mingling pleasure and pain.
"It hurts, but makes me so horny," she moaned.
