CHAPTER 1
Bex's Bedroom Rules
Welcome to Bex's bedroom I hope that your visit is pleasurable and that you come and come again. Please book your visit well in advance. We will discuss what you want. Please be as explicit as you can. I cannot be shocked and if I cannot do something I will tell you. I am not psychic and I do not like surprises If you are not sure what you want, tell me. This is very common and I can tailor my services accordingly. If you just want to talk, we can do that somewhere else. Bex's bedroom is accessible by a rope ladder which I will lower for you. There is only one strict rule. 1.DO NOT TOUCH MY JUNK. If you do, you will be thrown out of the window that you came in. The others are less strict. 2.Don't ask me why. 3.Don't fall in love. 4.No perfume and no make-up beyond lip gloss. 5.Please shower immediately prior to your appointment. Scented shower gel is fine. Deodorant is good. 6.If you want back door action, make sure your anus is empty. Mine will be 7.Payment is with kind words and kisses. Feedback is welcome 8.What goes on in my bedroom stays there. Lots of love Bex
CHAPTER 2 SATURDAY 17TH MARCH DARE: PROPOSED BY JOSEPHINE FISHER. PERFORMED BY EMILY JONES AND REBECCA JONES
Ms Trunchpolll (no relation) could always spot the submissives. She particularly enjoyed disciplining pairs of girls as the humiliation of watching and being watched was so much harder than enduring the pain on your own. In fairness, Headmistress never sent her any girls that would not cooperate even though the head was happy to take her pleasure vicariously when she watched Ms Trunchpoll's artistically edited videos. Whether the head masturbated to the videos to the same extent as Ms Trunchpoll, who could say and Ms Trunchpoll really didn't care.
Ms Trunchpoll was a strange anomaly. She was an old girl. Old girls never came back. No sane person applied for a job at St Trinian's unless they were desperate and then most avoided the students as much as possible. No real questions were asked beyond, "When can you start?" The school churned out relatively well- balanced girls with a hatred of boarding schools. Most married well to rich old men who died a year or two after the wedding. Quite a few studied the law from both sides of the bench.
Ms Trunchpoll's official school record said: Good at games. The more reliable schoolgirl record was a bit more informative: Trunchpoll, Francesca. Lacrosse captain. Bully. Snitch. Butch. Bad in bed. Notable dares: none.
Even stranger was Ms Trunchpoll's poacher turned game keeper attitude and embrace of the dark-side. She actively engaged with the girls, in a most unpleasant manner. She delighted in attempting to thwart dares but encouraged questionable tactics by all the sport teams. Trunchpoll was hated by the girls mainly as a matter of principle. She was also valued for forcing up the standard of daring.
Ms Trunchpoll was particularly pleased to see the Jones sisters, Emily and Rebecca (not true relations). They were as inseparable as sisters and were so different that their friendship was quite difficult to comprehend. Emily was petite with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She excelled academically and was a talented gymnast, but tried too hard resulting in a series of injuries. Fortunately for her, she had no desire to compete at high levels. Emily was vivacious and talkative but unfortunately she was also a bleeding heart and latterly had developed the naïvely pointless left-wing tendencies that so afflict many young people. She was editor of the school newspaper and she was in Ms Trunchpoll's office due to an inflammatory article she had allowed to be published that alleged financial mismanagement and corruption on the part of several school governors. The fact that this was correct was beside the point and the school was financed by dodgy money. In fact, Emily had no problem with rampant illegality and her attitude was part of the longest and possibly greatest dare in school history.
Said article had been written by her partner in crime, Rebecca. Rebecca Jones was, in Ms Trunchpoll's own words built like a brick shit house. Standing just over 6 feet tall, Rebecca had short blonde hair cut into a bob that was longer at the front than the back and tended to cover her left eye. Her eyes were such a light shade of brown that they looked amber. Rebecca had a rather architectural face with high cheekbones and a lantern jaw. It was difficult sometimes to tell if Rebecca had lips and she wore a permanent resting bitch face.
Rebecca had broad swimmer's shoulders, a flat chest and narrow hips, big thighs and a six pack. Few people, apart from Emily realised that Rebecca had a borderline eating disorder which meant that her heavy musculature was not softened by a properly female layer of fat.
Rebecca was the strong silent type. She was surprisingly popular with the other students but preferred to avoid talking to teachers unless she absolutely had to. Most of what was known about Rebecca came second hand through the teachers' little spies. Rebecca was known to have a thing about bullying. Rebecca had never been caught fighting, but was reputed to strike without warning. School bullies gave Rebecca a very wide berth, but the real bullies in the school were the teachers. All the teachers disliked Rebecca especially her ability to radiate hostility without crossing the line into insubordination; even when provoked. It was common for Rebecca to spend a whole lesson completely silent or at best manage a flat "Sorry, I don't know miss." She still managed plenty of detentions and spankings which caused outrage amongst the other students, especially Emily.
Rebecca was the star player at lacrosse, netball, swimming, water polo and tennis. She loved sport for its own sake but was indifferent about winning which meant that she was not captain of any team. Much betting occurred at big games but Rebecca could not be bribed or dared to throw a match. Lamping an opponent or the referee was an entirely different matter.
Athletic prowess qualified both girls as prefects. St Trinian's prefects acted as a buffer between the school and the teachers. Technically they were supposed to enforce discipline and set a good example.That was open to interpretation. Emily and Rebecca were given the lower fourth to supervise and each had a room at the end of the younger girls' dorm on the top floor. The lower fourth was the formative year at St Trinian's as the girls tried to finish off puberty and consider adulthood. This was the wild year. Strong friendships were formed. Only sixth form girls were allowed to leave the school unaccompanied so any outrages that might occur in the surrounding countryside could not be attributed to the lower fourth. Their dorm was at the top of the school so that their periodic arsons did not burn down the whole school. There was a heavy iron gate at the bottow of the stairs from the third floor to the lower fourth dorm. It was kept locked for most of the day. When it was opened to let the baying mob pass through at 07:00 and 19:00 this was done by the teacher who had drawn a short straw, escorted by four prefects with lacrosse sticks, shin pads, gumshields and masks.
Teachers would only enter the dorm if it was empty of girls. Even prefects risked being eaten alive. Emily and Rebecca adopted a softly softly approach to their younger peers. Emily was a goddess and every girl fell in love with her. Rebecca was an Amazon and those that did not fall in love with her at least respected her. Occasionally Rebecca had to crack heads but always gave the younger girls a three to one advantage. She would not back down but would allow herself to be fought to a standstill. Even more occasionally Emily had to pitch in with her stolen police taser.
Rebecca instituted a fight club which particularly helped the meeker girls. Emily made up for the inadequate sex and relationship teaching provided by the teaching staff.
For the first time in living memory, the lower fourth prefects slept eassily at night and the six locks on their armoured doors were never deployed.
Emily and Rebecca stood in the middle of Ms Trunchpoll's office whilst she walked slowly around them. She was wearing a cropped white vest and small blue shorts, just loose enough for her to put her hand down the front and masturbate. She had oiled her toned, tanned body and her hard nipples tented the vest. The air of sexual menace made the whole procedure so much better for her and so much more threatening for the girls. Whilst Rebecca stood rigidly at attention, Emily, the more imaginative actor struggled not to look at the teacher and shake.
"Strip," ordered the Trunchpoll. Both girls removed their white blouses and grey skirts. Neither was wearing underwear. The teacher had seen them nude before but never so close up and never with them at her mercy. Both were extremely pert, in both the breast and buttock department. They had small virgin's breasts. Emily's had puffy areolae whereas Rebecca's tiny nipples were surrounded by a thin rim of pale puckered skin. Emily's nipples were hard.
Ms Trunchpoll leaned forward and kissed one of Emily's nipples. Emily whimpered. The older woman then stepped back and went on one knee to study the girl's private parts. Emily had a long smooth clitoral hood which sat neatly between her small outer lips. Her labia minora hung down slightly. Rebecca had a very large plump, smooth pubic mound and nothing was visible between her outer lips which made a thin slit.
Foreplay over, Ms Trunchpoll sat in her punishment chair and beckoned Emily forward. Emily dutifully laid herself across her tormentor. Ms Trunchpoll had spanked both girls periodically but no more than most. Usually they got a Number 1 (six open handed spanks through the knickers) working up to a number 6 (six swats with the leather paddle to the bottom or feet).
Tonight, the sisters were getting a Number 8 (twelve swipes with a heavy wooden paddle to bare buttocks whilst completely nude). Ms Trtunchpoll had polished the ancient teak paddle the day before and given herself a hard swat on the thigh which had made her eyes water.
Ms Trunchpoll had put her special glove on her left hand. The palm was covered in tiny short but sharp needles which proved very effective at keeping girls still. She handed Emily the old rubber dog toy which she was to bite down on.
The first two swats were delivered quickly to each buttock quite gently and did not even colour he skin. The third turned the skin a bright red and Emily shrieked through the gag. Her legs straightened and her head flew back.
"Resume your position, bitch," commanded the Trunchpoll as she pressed the tiny needles into Emily's neck.
Emily succumbed and went limp. She was paddled remorselessly and her muffled screams turned to muffled sobs. Emily went to stand up but the pressure from the glove made her keep still. Ms Trunchpoll put down the paddle and licked her right index finger. She ran it up and down Emily's exposed slit.
"Oh my god, you are wet, you little tramp. You got off on that, you vile lesbian."
Emily was in fact always a little damp and Ms Trunchpoll had little difficulty thrusting two fingers into Emily's extremely tight twat and started finger blasting Emily hard and fast.
"I suspect that a male organ has never been up here, you dirty trollop. And if I'm not mistaken, you are coming. Nothing like pleasure after the pain."
Emily spat out the gag and groaned as her vagina contracted around Ms Trunchpoll's fingers.
