(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained 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 six of my tale.)
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Following my session with Rachel Twydell-Green, Matron loosened all my straps and helped me to my feet. I looked a sorry sight. After two hours of punishing head and neck movements required to orally pleasure the twenty girls I felt stiff and very fatigued.
She administered soothing neck massage and manipulated my legs and arms. I carried out some basic trunk-twists, arm stretching exercises, neck-rolls and limber-runs.
"We'll have to get you showered and smelling fresh for 'class 1B' won't we David?" she said as she patted me playfully on my bare arse.
Matron guided me through the school which was deserted now that it was lunchtime. I felt very vulnerable in my naked state and shielded my penis and testicles with paper tissues. I was led into the staff changing room and was left there to shower while Matron, or Molly as I now called her, fetched some towels and food.
After a thorough drying from Molly I ate some watercress and celery sandwiches which she managed to obtain from the kitchen. I crunched my way through an apple and relieved myself in the loo. I noticed that there did not appear to be a 'men's toilet'. Molly explained that men were not allowed in any part of the school and they had no male staff at all. Apparently even the grounds maintenance staff and caretakers were all women.
"What about parents? Are the fathers not allowed in?" I enquired.
Molly confirmed that they were allowed only in the entrance hall but no further. I was intrigued.
"So I am the only male in the whole School?"
"Yes you are and the first 'Peeping Tom' since 1911. Now you know why Miss Wiff-Naseford is so keen to have you in the school, you're a bit of a novelty to her and she's intrigued at your 'tonguing' talents, and your effects on her eighteen year old girls"
Entering the headmistress's office I was met by 'class 1B' who were gathered around my empty tethers and pillow. Miss Wiff-Naseford was explaining to them what was required from them and from me.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Here before me were twenty six-foot tall eighteen year olds all dressed for tennis. They were all wearing short little tennis outfits!
They wore white sleeveless tennis blouses, white pleated tennis skirts, which ended just below mid thigh, white ankle socks and tennis shoes. I had never ever seen such a beautiful collection of healthy-looking athletic girls in my life.
They all wore their hair tied back in high pony tails. One or two jumped up and down when they saw me and clapped their hands in girlish delight. Perhaps their friends had told them about their orgasms; I could not tell.
They smiled at me and wished me "Bonjour Monsieur Peeping Tom" and others shouted "Comment allez-vous Monsieur Perverti Chetif?" (which I took to mean 'How are you Mr. Puny Pervert'?) I wondered why they were not speaking English.
Miss Amelia Wiff-Naseford explained to me and Matron that class 1B were all eighteen year old French girls who spoke very little English and that they had all been playing tennis on the courts at the far end of the field and were just about to get showered and changed back into their school uniforms. She apologised to me if they smelt of perspiration. She had managed to collar them for an hour or two.
They stood around me as I squeezed through to my position in the centre of the room. Standing amongst them they towered above me. My face was at the level of some of their busts which clearly were supported by sports bras and I could clearly see firm nipples pushing against the insides of their tennis tops. My penis rose to a horizontal position and bobbed around uncontrollably at the sight before me.
The French girls crowded in on me anxious to see what a 'pervert' looked like at close quarters. They said sexy things to me and whispered "Pervert Man" at me and "Dirty Sexy Boy" as I felt them deliberately brush their tits against my face and cheeks. They growled like little tigers.
My penis 'accidentally' rubbed against their many pleated skirt hems and bare thighs. My erection disappeared under many of their skirts and touched cool thighs as I was jostled by these tall Mademoiselles trying to touch me and feel me. I felt cool hands on my shoulders, penis and testicles. Someone squeezed my bare buttocks and the insides of my thighs. I slipped my hands between their legs and felt their damp cotton panties and cool firm thighs.
"Dirty Boy," they growled at me as I touched their damp panty-clad buttocks.
As the girls moved around me their tennis skirts pleats swung out and caressed or rubbed against my exposed genitals. I was in a state of intense sexual excitement and my fully erect penis stuck out at an angle of 45 degrees. Three girls backed into me and pushed me firmly with their pert 'derrieres'. My penis disappeared under their skirts and they swayed their bottoms backwards and forwards so their pleated hems slid along the gap between my erect penis and my stomach. I almost wanted to sing with pleasure but Miss Wiff-Naseford's frantic clapping drove the girls to the back of her room near the door where they formed a line.
