Glengreave College

Susan broke the silence, "I suppose I should tell you about my experience of caning the girls?" John went to pull up his trousers, but Susan stopped him, "no, would you mind leaving it out? I really like it, it's very beautiful," she said.

"Okay," said John. And so, Susan began to tell her story with John naked from the waist down and Susan's hand resting on his soft penis.

"In many ways it's been very much the same as you, except of course I wasn't asking the girls to undress fully. They would come into the room, I would lock the door and get them to remove their socks and shoes, and they would tell me what they had done wrong. I would tell them to bend over and fix their gaze on the canes on the wall."

"Those canes there?" asked John, pointing at the wall to their left. "You mean they stand here on this rug right under our feet?"

"Yes, that's right," said Susan, "I move the coffee table against the wall when someone is coming and they stand on this rug, in their bare feet."

This was a fresh realisation for John. Of course, it was obvious, but he just hadn't thought about it. All Susan's caning, all the knicker-less girls and naked pussies, occurred in this very room, on this very spot in front of him. As much as Susan had been fascinated as he'd talked about the naked boys and erections, he was just as curious, imagining all the girls bending over with their knickers pulled down.

Susan continued. "Once they're in position, bending over with their legs straight and hands on their knees, staring ahead, I would lift their skirt. In fact, the first couple of girls I got them to lift their own skirts and pull down their knickers. But after that, well I was beginning to find it very arousing myself, as you did. So, from then onwards I decided I wanted to do the undressing. I would lift up their skirt and pull it right up over their back exposing their back side."

"At this point I would take time, remembering the Professor told us to do everything slowly to increase their sense of dread. So I'd walk around them, admiring their backside and their legs. Some of the girls have beautiful legs and figures. And then I would put my fingers into the elastic waistband of their knickers and very, very slowly," she looked at John's face as she said this, relishing his expression, "I would pull their knickers over their back sides and then down their legs to their knees." It made her smile to see that John was almost drooling.

"For some reason it always gave me a real thrill doing that, pulling their underwear off, exposing them. And then I would stand back and I would look at their pussy. Usually by this time, I was very horny myself."

"And I guess, same as with the boys, they were different shapes and sizes?" asked John.

"Yes very much," said Susan. "For a start, I wasn't expecting that all their vaginas would look so different."

"Really,?" said John, "I've only ever seen one before."

"Yes really," said Susan. "Difficult to explain but some of them are quite fleshy, and the inside lips protrude out. With others you can hardly see anything from the outside, I guess that's why it gets called a slit. Some of them have a more pronounced mound. Of course, it's all hidden by hair but some girls don't have much or they keep it trimmed. So you have to look closely to see the difference," said Susan with a chuckle. "I always look closely."

"What about physique? And age?" Asked John.

"Only one girl was a little overweight, I guess all the fresh air and exercise we have here keeps everyone slim. Same as you, most girls were in the first or second year, 18 or 19 years old. One girl looked more mature and had the figure of an American model in the magazines."

She paused a moment allowing John to soak in this image of girls bent over with naked pussies exposed. "So, then I would carry out the procedure as Mr. Craddock instructed us, standing to one side, three strokes of the cane across their bare buttocks, I liked doing that. Then ask them to confirm that they wouldn't break the rules again. Then two more strokes and same question again before the final stroke and they leave."

"Didn't you say that sometimes you touched yourself after they've gone?" asked John.

"Well actually my time for confession," said Susan. "You know you said that Miss Gambatti had been getting excited watching you receive the cane? Well, I think I can understand that. I have to admit that inflicting the cane really turned me on. I know it was hurting them but only for a few seconds. But having that intense sense of power while they're so vulnerable and their most private parts exposed really turned me on."

"I know what you mean," said John.

"In some ways it was more erotic because they were still fully clothed and just their backsides and pusses exposed almost framed by their skirts. Although I often wished I could see their tits, so I wish I'd known you were getting the boys to undress completely."

"After the first couple of girls, I found myself getting so turned on, looking at their bare fannies and holding the cane in my hand that I started touching myself under my skirt while they were still there, making sure they kept staring ahead of course. So after the first few times I removed my underwear before they came in. There's something about the power of the cane in your hand that's a real aphrodisiac, isn't there." She said rhetorically. John nodded with a smile.

"Often, if a girl looked really sexy to me, I would make sure she was still staring forwards and I would put my hand under my skirt and finger myself while I watched them. I never actually came while they were there, I saved that till afterwards, but I often masturbated staring at their slits."

"And you asked me so I'm going to ask you," said John, "did you actually touch or play with any of the girls?"

Susan looked him straight in the eye and nodded. "Yes a few times."

She paused, taking a slow breath before carrying on, "the first time, she was a very beautiful girl by the name of Carla, third year I think, her mother is Spanish. She was a few inches shorter than me, maybe 5 foot 4. She had long dark wavy hair, olive skin and a beautiful curvy figure. I'm sure she could easily make money as a lingerie model. She was obviously a bit upset at having to be caned but she had a very calm demeanour and she seemed okay with me undressing her, you know, lifting her skirt and pulling down her knickers. I know you like to hear details, she had very fleshy pussy lips surrounded by dark hair and a pair of very shapely legs."

"What happened was that just after I had given her the final stroke of the cane, she suddenly looked at me over her shoulder to ask whether she could stand up now. She completely caught me by surprise and she saw me with my skirt hiked up and my fingers in my pussy."

"I was shocked, dropped my skirt immediately and shouted at her to carry on staring ahead. Of course she was completely surprised too and I wasn't sure how much she had seen. But then very slowly and calmly she said, 'it's okay Miss, I don't mind. You can carry on doing what you're doing'. Then there was a pause and she added softly, 'you have really nice legs Miss'.

Susan was aware that as she was telling the story, John's cock in her hand was beginning to grow again. She gave it a little squeeze as she carried on.

"I realised that she'd seen exactly what I was doing and, to my huge relief, it was clear that she was okay with that. My mind was working furiously to work out what to do, but it appeared that Carla wasn't new to girl/girl relationships."

"There was another pause and then she asked me flirtingly, 'do you like my legs Miss?'. Without thinking I moved up behind her and said, 'yes you have lovely legs, and lovely skin' and I stroked the back of her thigh. She said that felt nice, so I stroked her again. And at that point she arched her back pushing her backside and her pussy towards me, and she said again, but this time in a much more breathy voice, 'you can carry on Miss, I don't mind'."

"She knew exactly what I was doing and she was giving me encouragement to go further, so I moved my hand to stroking the inside of her thigh and very quickly up towards her pussy. As soon as I touched it, she inhaled deeply. As I slid my fingers between her full lips, she was already wet. I put down my cane and slipped my other hand up under my own skirt to touch myself as I simultaneously stroked her pussy, sliding my fingers up and down her slit and deep inside her hole, just as I was doing the same to my own."

"In the two years I was with Joanne we had sex in lots of different positions, but this was the first time I'd ever touched a girl in this position, subservient, bent over with me in control, her pussy totally exposed to me. It reminded me of when I used to play with my next door neighbour, exploring each other. I told her to stay still in that position and she murmured 'Yes, Miss, I'll do whatever you ask'. I found it extremely erotic, being able to do whatever I wanted to her, fingering her pussy and watching my fingers penetrate her, sliding in and out, as I masturbated myself."

"As she was so calm about what was happening, I didn't want to rush the experience so I took it slowly, allowing the pleasure to build in us both. I enjoyed hearing her gradually get more aroused. I could have come earlier but I kept myself on a plateau. Then after several minutes of masturbating her I heard her starting to come and that was enough to push me to a climax and we were both orgasming at the same time, lasting many seconds. I had a very intense orgasm, my knees almost gave way."

"Afterwards, she stood and calmy pulled up her knickers looking sideways at me with a small smile. She looked so beautiful with her Spanish looks, dark wavy hair and flushed cheeks. She stood in front of me and we hugged as she said how wonderful it had been and how unexpected. I was tempted to get her to stay the evening but it wasn't convenient that day. She asked if she might see me again and I said that we almost certainly would."

This time it was John's turn to be astounded by what he was hearing. His cock was now fully hard in Susan's hand. She looked John in the eye as she stroked it up and down, "I told you John, you really are turned on by women, aren't you."

"Looks like it. You said there was more than one girl you played with, can you tell me about the others?"

Susan continued, "well a couple of weeks later another girl came along, Samantha, tall and slim with short blonde hair parted on one side. She gave me a funny smile when she came in and said her friend Carla had suggested she come along to see me. She, Samantha, had deliberately worn some lipstick in a lesson to get a punishment. Lipstick on its own was just three strokes of the cane. Quite a thing to do knowing she was going to get caned just to meet me, but she said she'd been caned before and didn't mind it too much. I asked her what Carla had said and she told me Carla wouldn't tell her anything about me except that I had nice legs. Whenever she asked more, Carla simply smiled and told her to go along and see for herself."

"So we went through the practicalities, she told me what rule she had broken, I told her I had to go through with the punishment anyway, so first I lifted up her skirt and pulled down her knickers. She had a gorgeous pussy..."

"You've said that about pretty much every girl so far," laughed John.

"Well she did," smiled Susan. "Tight lips surrounded by blonde hair. Very much like my own," she added, knowing that would fire John's imagination further. "Then we proceeded with the three strokes of the cane. Given the circumstances I administered them quickly and not too hard."

"After the final stroke, she looked over her shoulder at me and said, 'well show me your legs then'. I was reluctant but she insisted, saying she'd put up with being caned just to see them. So I lifted my skirt up to the middle of my thigh. She said 'Carla was right you do have nice legs, but I think I deserve to see more. Lift your skirt higher.' I was unsure but I decided to take a chance. So, as she looked at me over her shoulder, I teasingly lifted my skirt higher to the top of my thigh and then right up to my waist. She looked directly at my naked pussy with a big smile. 'No underwear and a nice pussy. Now I know why Carla suggested I come here'."

"I said to her 'you have very nice legs yourself', and since it was clear why she'd come, I stood behind her, still bent over, and stroked her leg. She didn't resist and very soon I had my fingers deep in her wet pussy. She was gasping and moaning and came fairly quickly, quicker than Carla had done and before I'd had time to pleasure myself. She said 'you certainly know what you are doing. I feel like I should return the favour'."

"She stood up and faced me and we started kissing while she unbuttoned my blouse. Even though I'd pleasured myself a lot after caning all those girls, it was nice finally to be receiving pleasure from someone else. We quickly became naked and spent an enjoyable afternoon together, making love, talking, having tea. I think she might be my new girlfriend but I've told her that, since I will continue doing the caning, I might have other lovers, which she's happy about as she does too. In fact she said she'd invite Carla to join us too which I'm very much looking forward to."

By this time John's cock was almost bursting in Susan's hand at the thought of Susan playing with both Carla and Samantha. Susan had been deliberately stroking it very slowly to avoid him coming again just yet as her own pussy was throbbing and she was planning to have him inside her after telling her next story. She was itching to undress and show him her tits and her pussy, knowing how much that would excite him. But John could wait no longer, "I'm going to come," he said urgently.

Susan immediately sped up and within moments she got to see him ejaculate again, with easily as much force as the first time. As before she slowed right down after he'd spent all his cum onto himself and her hand, then picked up the tissues and cleaned them both up.

"You really needed that didn't you," she said. "You know that American actress Mae West says that 'a hard man is good to find'. She'd have loved you!" They both laughed.

"Anyway," she continued after a suitable pause, "I'll just tell you about the last girl I played with which was only a few days ago. I think you'll like her. She's a petite little thing, under 5 feet with a beautiful face and lots of golden curly hair flowing over her face and shoulders. When I first saw her she reminded me of Goldilocks. But when she entered the room, she was already sobbing. She was wearing make-up, which was why she'd been sent to be caned, and mascara was running down her face. She was also wearing a non-regulation pink bra, although she hardly needed one, she has very small breasts, but it was clearly visible through her white blouse. For some reason, being so petite and beautiful, I knew as soon as I saw her that I wanted to see her naked. Maybe it's that power thing again, she seemed completely helpless."

"The whole time from when she walked in the door, she kept sobbing and saying, 'I'm sorry Miss. I'm so sorry'. She's very demonstrative like that. I got her to say why she was there which she did, and she went on to explain that she had dressed up for her special friend, I think she was about to say girlfriend but she paused and said friend instead. Then she told me they'd had an argument, and her friend had said she didn't want to see her anymore. And then it had been too late to get changed and remove her makeup, so she'd had to go to class like that which is why the teacher punished her."

"I told her she needed to wipe off her make up, and I sent her into the bathroom to clean up. When she came back, she was still sobbing a little, but at least her face wasn't stained with makeup. She had a fair complexion with light freckles. But I was still itching to see her breasts and the solution was obvious. As you know, I don't usually get girls to undress apart from pulling their knickers down. But she was in non-regulation clothing so the solution was easy. I ordered her to- remove any non-regulation underwear she might be wearing."

"She moved to go back to the bathroom but I told her to stay where she was. She looked at me under her golden hair and with sad eyes she reached under her skirt and pulled off a pair of pink knickers, handing them to me. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and handed that to me before reaching behind to remove her pink bra. I wasn't disappointed, her breasts were small but round and firm. My pussy was wet and throbbing, I immediately started thinking of ways I could get to suck her nipples and squeeze her breasts. And I was desperate to see her pussy."

"She started crying again and asked if I was really going to cane her and would it hurt? I had to reply yes to both questions, but I assured her it would only last a short while and then it would be over. I got her to bend over and adopt the position. Instead of lifting her skirt as I would normally, I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor around her feet, leaving her naked. I wasn't disappointed. She had the most beautiful, cute, tight little backside. And when I stood behind her, she had a small mound with a beautiful tight little slit which was clearly visible with only a small amount of short blonde hair around it. The aphrodisiac of the cane in my hand was strong and I so wanted to finger and suck her little fanny. My mind was working fast trying to work out how to achieve that. I decided the first thing to do was to proceed with the cane."

"I warned her again that it was going to hurt, stood beside her and administered the first stroke. It gave me an immense thrill, more than with any other girl, to strike her petite naked figure, to have such power over her. Her skin was pale and flawless all over, like a perfect young woman. I felt guilty that I was going to put marks on it. She was crying constantly and saying 'I'm sorry Miss, I'm so sorry'. I completed the first three strokes and then got her to confirm she wouldn't break the rules again."

"I walked around her slowly, relishing her tiny, perfect body bent over in front of me. And then for the first time, of all the girls I've caned, I suddenly felt real compassion for her. She was so upset and it was the first time that any of the girls I had caned were naked and so vulnerable before me. I stood beside her and stroked her shoulders and told her everything was going to be okay. Her sobbing changed from 'sorry Miss' to 'thank you Miss'."

"The three red stripes I had placed on her buttocks spoiled her perfect skin and I started to stroke her backside very gently. She carried on sobbing 'thank you Miss, thank you'. And I confess I couldn't resist it, my fingers on her backside got lower and lower until I was stroking that soft sensitive flesh in the curve between her thighs and her buttocks. She was still saying thank you. And with each stroke my finger was getting closer to her pussy until eventually, I gently grazed her mound."

"I waited to gauge her reaction. She paused, a little surprised, and then said again in a slightly different tone, 'thank you Miss'. So I stroked her mound again a little more confidently and she repeated quietly but quite deliberately, 'thank you Miss'. I needed no more encouragement and started to stroke gently up and down her little slit, quickly finding my fingers inside her lips. It took me no time to get her wet. Now her sobbing had changed to panting and her 'sorry Miss, sorry Miss' had changed to 'thank you Miss, thank you Miss'. Within moments I had my fingers deep inside her hole. To my amazement, she was getting very aroused very quickly. I alternated between her hole and her clitoris, and it can't have been more than a couple of minutes before she had an orgasm yelping loudly. Oh yes I forgot to tell you, some girls orgasm slowly and some are quick, some are quiet and some are very loud. Goldilocks was quick and loud."