(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been captured by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school.
I had decided not to get the police involved by agreeing to submit myself to the 'traditional' Punishment Rules of the School. This involved being stripped naked, spread-eagled on the headmistress' study carpet, and fettered to the floor with ropes and leather straps to metal rings set in the floorboards. I was then required to orally pleasure the 'whole' school. This is part four of my tale)
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Samantha Knowles stood up and smiled down at me. If I wasn't shackled to the floor I may have said something to her. She looked very pretty and I actually enjoyed tonguing her between her long legs. The hem of her pleated skirt twirled out as she left the room and a enjoyed a flash of petticoat hem beneath it. Matron cleaned me up and sprayed me with Cologne again. Matron's knickers, I thought, had a prominent damp patch along her cleft and I wondered whether she was in urgent need to be 'pleasured'.
"Michelle Lesquereux walk forward please," came the familiar voice of Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, who was sitting behind me in her low leather chair. Miss W-N seemed to have woken up. Perhaps it was the effects of strong school tea I thought.
Michelle Lesquereux was 'drop-dead' gorgeous. She had thick dark hair styled into little flicks. She was clearly French as she had a 'Gallic ' mouth which protruded and pouted somewhat as if she were used to saying the word 'oooh'.
Her English appeared a little rusty and she did not understand what to do. Clearly from her position at the opposite end of the head teachers office she had only been able to see me spread-eagled, naked, face up on the floor. She would have seen her eighteen year old classmates flip up their skirts and remove their knickers and then squat over me. She could not see what I was doing because their flared tartan pleats spread over my chest and stomach would have hidden my face from view.
"What is it I do Madame? Do you want me to peepee?" she said in a husky French accent which instantly stiffened my penis almost to bursting point.
"No Michelle we do not want 'peepee' as you so delightfully put it, but we do want you to rub your genitalia over the 'Tom's' face," retorted Amelia looking into the girls deep brown eyes. There was a puzzled look in her face.
"Madame, what is genitalia please?" she said smiling sexily.
"Oh for pity's sake girl. Miss Richardson come over here please, now thank you," said Miss Wiff-Naseford.
A rather startled member of her staff trotted over in her high heels and flesh coloured stockings and beige A-line cotton skirt. She had very long curvaceous legs and she looked about thirty-five. She had black hair cut very short and she wore glasses.
"Will you please show this girl what to do," Her voice was strained with frustration.
"Well you take off your panties, 'culottes' qui? Then you lift up your skirt, 'votre jupe' and petticoat 'jupon' qui. Then you squat 'vous accroupez' on his face 'visage' and rub 'vous frottez' your bottom 'derriere qui?...." The geography teacher said appearing to be confusing the young French girl even further.
"Angela, I told you to 'show' her not to 'tell' her, now get on with it woman," complained her superior.
Angela Richardson seemed to get into a panic as she reached under her skirt and petticoat and pulled her knickers down over her large rounded arse. Both she and Michelle stood near my head and I was able to see up both their skirts. My penis was rock hard.
She shuffled nearer and shook her white nylon knickers down to her ankles and kicked them off. I noticed that they were badly stained. Staring at her head teacher and smiling self consciously she showed Michelle what to do by placing her brown two inch heeled shoes to either side of my head. Michelle looked down and nodded smiling.
"We do this to boys in France," she said pensively, "but in the meadows they ask us to peepee on them afterwards."
My mind was turning somersaults as I imagined her French boy friends, their faces covered in warm fresh salty female urine. My penis twitched.
"Continue Angela, if you please," groaned Miss W-N, crossing her legs.
Above me Angela's petticoat framed the view of thick ginger pubic hair. Her suspender belt was white and was firmly attached to the dark brown tops of her flesh coloured nylons. Her petticoat had one deep flounce edged in narrow lace at its hem. She opened her knees and bent her legs allowing her damp pubic hair to be pushed firmly into my nose.
Immediately I set to work with my tongue, opening her outer lips and exploring her inner labia. Her juices began to flow freely as I located her clitoral hood and exposed her little bud for further attention.
I noticed Michelle squatting down next to me taking note of what I was doing. I felt very self conscious and embarrassed having the young French girls eyes, as well as those of the headmistress' on my wriggling tongue which was exploring up inside Miss Richardson's dripping vagina.
Miss Richardson was rather put off by Michelle's presence I could tell by her nervous coughing which my tongue experienced as her vaginal and buttock muscles clenched around it and above my face. My eyes darted about trying to concentrate.
