Deputy Headmistress

[Pixiehoff]

Inspection time: 1

It was, I hate to say it, a directive of Miss Susie's which had caused the difficulty.

'Look Hoffy,' she had said last Wednesday morning, when I had finished bringing her to her second orgasm, 'we can't have it you know.'

The idea of the Headmistress not having what she wanted being unfamiliar to me, I enquired whereof she spoke.

'I do love your way with linguistics, Hoffy. It's the knickers, Hoffy, I can't stop thinking about the knickers.'

'Head, I don't like to say this, but it is not news that you think about such things.'

She gave my hair a playful pull as she pulled me in to clean her thighs, which were still slick from the last orgasm.

'No, Hoffy, it's the girls. Last time I was monitoring the Changing Rooms on the CCTV, I saw not a single pair of regulation knickers. Even Rebecca was only wearing that white thong I bought her with that basque set, the second one, with the glass dildo thrown in. Emm had no knickers at all, while even that new Australian girl, the pretty shy one, you know, had blue ones on. I won't have it Hoffy, it has to stop. Rules are rules. If you can obey them, so can the girls. Send out an announcement when you have cleaned me up, there's a good Deputy Head.'

Ever since Miss Susie had arrived at school, I had basked in her appreciation. Tall and commanding, as someone who was quite the opposite, we hit it off well. I loved the way she called me "Hoffy," and had easily slipped into the role of pleasing her when there was no one else about. Of course she fancied the gorgeous head girl, Rebecca, and she had soon spotted that young Emm was a total slut, so they were firm favourites. But I knew my place.

It was so nice to be appreciated that I forgot to say that I was not sure about the wisdom of the idea. Sure enough, my announcement produced an angry response from the girls on the School Council, who demanded a meeting. As Miss Susie was busy with extra orals for one of the girls, she asked me to chair the meeting, which was such an honour.

'You do know, Ma'am,' ventured the exquisite Monica, 'that she just gets you to do her dirty work?'

'Oh Mons, I thought we agreed not to mention that again?' I blushed.

'Sorry Ma'am,' she whispered, and then, looking under her eyelashes added, 'but do remember, I am happy to do yours.'

I blushed, as she probably had not realised that her words might be misconstrued by some of the girls, who had remarkably filthy minds for 18 year olds.

'Will you be with me at the meeting, Mons?'

'Sorry, Miss,' she apologised, 'Miss Susie said she needed my unique talents for the oral with young Ann.'

That was why I had asked Laura, our new Teaching Assistant, if she would join me. I had been most impressed by her resumé, and knew by instinct she would be an asset.

'Yes Miss Hoffmann,' she had responded to my request, 'my assets are at your disposal any time of the day - or even night.'

She had such a pretty smile. I was so glad that Miss Susie had let me hire her.

'Well, Hoffy, I'm always happy to let you handle the recruitment, I'll deal with the induction process,' Miss Susie had said at the time. Typically thoughtful of her to take the longer and more time-consuming part of the process.

Rebecca, our glamorous model Head Girl, was also a shrewd negotiator. She had driven our bankers into offering us an excellent rate of interest, explaining to me that she was good at discussing figures with the senior partners.

'They liked my figure, Hoffy,' she said, in an unusually grammatically incorrect way, surely she meant her 'figures?' 'I do find a mind like mine works with these City types. You'd think 4 As at A level would be sufficient to get into one of the top unis. Demanding 4 at A* is bloody annoying.' I could see from the vehemence of her language how strong she felt. It was like her advocacy of the new name for the refurbished dorm, 'The Diana, Queen of Hearts' building, she had strong feelings, and could get red when aroused.

She was red-faced at our meeting.

'Yes, Hoffy, I know you are only doing what Miss Susie says.'

She paused a moment, as she seemed to need to take a breath and to wet her lips. She looked even prettier when she blushed.

'But you know it isn't fair. I have so many pretty panties, so do most of the other girls.'

I looked over to Emm, who was staring at her. There was a distinct noise of someone blowing a raspberry at Emm, surely not the Head Girl, it must have been one of the others.

'I don't need panties,' said Emm, I have a condition which means I can't wear them.'

'Yes, it is called being a slut syndrome,' said Rebecca with her usual wit.

'Hey, that's my future wife you're bad mouthing,' said Belles.

'Everyone mouths her,' said Rebecca, narrowing her stare, 'that's why she does not wear panties.'

'Girls!' I said, bringing them to order.

Julie, who was always such a fun girl, winked at me.

I wondered if I looked prettier when I blushed?

'Miss Hoffmann, might I make a suggestion?' Laura intervened most helpfully.

'Of course.'

'What would you say, Rebecca, to one of the staff setting an example in this area?'

Rebecca looked thoughtful.

'What had you in mind, Laura?'

'Well I think that you girls respond best to role models, don't you? What if Miss Hoffmann was to set an example by wearing regulations panties?"

'Yummy,' said Belles and Rebecca at the same time. Julie giggled.

Julie was smirking.

'That is an interesting thought Laura, but I see a problem with it.'

Rebecca appeared somewhat mollified, but still wanted to feel her way to the right opening gambit.

'How could we all see Hoffy's panties?'

I blushed at the very idea.

'Good point, Rebecca. Do you have a solution?' Laura asked.

'In sports, Laura, they have random drug tests to encourage confidence, I'd suggest a random panties test for Hoffy.'

'Well, we can't have everyone seeing the cute little thing's panties,' said Laura, with such a positive endorsement of me.

'I'd suggest, Laura, that myself, Julie and Belles, and one other picked at random, should be empowered to spot test her.'

'And who, Rebecca, have you picked at random?' Laura asked, clearly knowing how Rebecca's mind worked.

'My room-mate, Sarah, would be a neutral witness.'

Laura and the girls looked at me.

Blushing, I attempted to sum up our conclusion, as the girls seemed disposed to accept the plan.

'So, you are proposing that I should wear regulation school knickers, and that four girls have the right to inspect me at random?'

Julie's smirk was now fixed. Lady Cosmo was nodding her eager consent. So kind of her to be so helpful.

'What about me?' Asked Emm.

'Darling,' said her wife Belles, 'you don't wear panties enough to know what to look for.'

'I'm confused,' said Emm, 'I have taken enough pairs off to be qualified.'

'But darling,' said Belles, 'do you even know what white cotton panties look like?'

'They make them in cotton, and they are white, really, oh my god, who knew? Now I am confused, I see what you mean, darling Belles.'

' And saying that she disappeared beneath the conference table. Belles seemed rather preoccupied thereafter, and kept looking down. She was quiet, apart from the odd moan, until Emm reappeared.

Emm seemed a little flushed, probably because she was sticking up for the way she wanted to do things.

'Laura, I am not sure we are there yet.'

Rebecca shot her a narrow-eyed glare.

'Well those of us who don't wear panties should be allowed, as we are not not wearing regulation panties, if you catch my drift.'

Emm seemed pleased that the double negative was causing some puzzlement.

'You know, Laura, I think that logically and legally, Emm has a point,' I said.

'Hoffy!'

Rebecca did not look pleased with me.

'I've seen Emm's point, it is purple with a bulbous head,' Julie joked, which made Rebecca giggle.

'Hoffy, you really are so wet!'

I blushed.

'Did Miss Susie tell you?' I whispered, which caused Julie to laugh in her turn.

'And the other thing,' said Emm, pressing her point home, 'it isn't fair that just Miss Hoffmann's side has to prove their good faith. I think Becca should take one for the team and volunteer to show her panties to Miss Susie and Miss Hoffmann.'

There it was again, that raspberry sound, what could it be?

'That's not fair, Hoffy, why me?'

'Well,' said Laura, intervening before I could let Rebecca off, 'you are Head Girl and should set the tone.'

Rebecca was not happy, but in the end we agreed that I would be randomly inspected, as would Rebecca, and that the commando brigade would be exempt.

'Hoffy, you are priceless,' said Miss Susie when I told her the news.

She was always so supportive, and seemed in rather a jolly mood.

'So, let me get this right. You have to wear white cotton knickers and submit to random inspections from some members of the School Council, Emm gets to go commando, and I get to examine Rebecca's knickers? Priceless Hoffy, only you could have negotiated such a deal.'

I blushed with pride.

'It wasn't just me, Miss Susie, Laura played a big part.'

'I bet she did Hoffy, fine pair of tits on that one.'

I blushed again.

Laura smiled when I saw her after lunch, pleased that I had praised her work to the Head.

'Best of luck, Miss Hoffmann,' she was kind enough to say.

As I wandered across the Quad, I bumped into our lovely American Rhodes scholar, Mellisa Dee. She was such a darling. It pleased me that Miss Susie saw us as 'twins.' Mel was much prettier than me, and had bosoms the same size as Miss Susie.

'Miss Hoffmann, can I come by your study at some point to discuss things?'

She was so pretty, and so willing to learn, how could I refuse?

'You are a pet, isn't that what you English say?' She smiled so sweetly, I didn't have the heart to contradict her. We agreed to meet later.

Thinking that the agreement came into effect at noon, I popped back to my flat above the Sanatorium, or The San, and quickly changed into regulation white knickers. Probably just as well, I reflected, as the yellow ones with black polka dots I was wearing seemed a trifle sticky as I pulled them down. The new white ones were very cooling.

I took Latin prep first thing after the break, and then moved on to some of the endless paperwork Miss Susie never had time to do. Miss Cummington said she was too busy that afternoon as she had to do some inspections.

'She is always inspecting things, such a devoted Head,' I said to her.

As usual, Miss Cummington flashed me one of her looks.

'You know, Miss Hoffmann, I think you genuinely think that, you are such a sweet thing, if I were into the no tits and no arse look, I'd totally do you.'

She had such an earthy turn of phrase, no doubt the product of so many years with men who had treated her as a sex object.

'Why thank you, Miss Cummington.'

She smiled. There, I thought, politeness costs nothing.

'Pixie,' said Miss Sinn when she passed my office, 'what's all this I hear about you flashing your panties at the girls. Bet they aren't as good as mine.'

To prove her point, she hoisted up her tight leather skirt to reveal a bright red thong and black fish-net stockings with a garter belt.

'Get an eyeful of that, Pixie, that'll show the little bitches what style is!'

I blushed.

There were times Miss Sinn reminded me of my dear mother, loveable, thoughtful and generous, but not chaste; often caught though.

'Angie,' I said, 'put it away.'

'It's red thong Friday, love, I'm off to see Lady Cosmo who wants to swap sex tips, she's a right goer that one. Had her yet, Pix?'

'Oh Angie, you are such a tease,' I said, 'but those are lovely stockings.'

'Bra's good too, Pix, look!'

She did have the most gorgeous tits, and the balcony bra set them off nicely, but really, she was so naughty.

'Want to have a suck Pix?'

'Angie!' I said, trying to capture the tone of voice Rebecca often used, and failing, as I usually did.

And with that, the gorgeous Angie took herself off.

I settled down to some paperwork before dinner.

No sooner had I finished the final batch than there was a knock on the door.

I got up and opened it, and there was Mellisa.

'Is this a good time Miss Hoffmann?'

Well, with an hour before dinner, it was an excellent time.

She was such a cute girl. I could see why Miss Susie liked her so much.

'Is it okay to have a relationship with a teacher, Miss Hoffmann?'

I looked at her. She seemed very anxious. Surely she had not, I thought, been propositioned?

'It depends,' I said, fencing a little, 'on its nature.'

'Well, Miss Hoffmann, it is just that the Headmistress has asked if I'd like to be her number one helper.'

She smiled so sweetly, bless her.

'That is such a compliment, darling, and of course you must say yes.'

'She looked relieved.

'But I thought you were her number one helper?'

'My darling, that is fine, Miss Susie needs more than one helper, and I am pleased she has chosen you to replace me.'

She kissed me, missing my cheek and planting one firmly on my lips by mistake. Such a sweetheart, I thought, as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. It felt rather nice, and if she was going to miss her target, I thought, that was a good way to do it. Her hand on my breast felt nice to.

At that point there was a knock on the door.

Adjusting my dress, and apologising to Mel, I answered the door.

'Hello Hoffy, Sarah and I have come to inspect your knickers!'

Sarah was Rebecca's room-mate. A sweet-natured, rather flirtatious Australian student with a great air of innocence.

'Oh, hi, Mel,' said Rebecca, seeing her at last.

'We're here to inspect Hoffy's knickers, you happy to be a witness with Sarah and I?'

Mel, dumbstruck, nodded.

'Ok Hoffy, raise it and spread 'em!'

[Pixiehoff]

Part 2

It is not every day that the Head Girl and her dorm mate turn up at your study and ask you to lift your skirt and 'spread 'em.' which means there is no set rule of etiquette for such an occasion. At such moments, one relies on common sense and good manners. A lady should not expose her underwear in public knowingly, so accordingly I invited them inside.

'Hi Mel,' said the Head Girl to our lovely Rhodes Scholar, Melissa Dee, 'you are welcome to stay while we examine the state of Hoffy's knickers, or panties as you would say in the US of A.'

'I am Canadian, as a matter of fact,' said Mellisa, 'and as I was invited into Miss Hoffmann's rooms, I shall stay until asked to leave by my hostess. I thought you English were hot on etiquette?'

Rebecca's eyes narrowed.

'Sarah,' she said, turning to her delicious room-mate, the always happy Australian scholar, 'camera phone to the ready.'

'Oh, and I ought to remind you, Head Girl, that there was nothing in the agreement about anyone "spreading 'em," after all, how would you like it if Miss Susie made you do it?'

To judge by the colour Rebecca turned, Mel must have said something relevant, though for the life of me I could not think what.

'It's a lie, I tell you, a damnable lie. I got the Head Girl's job on merit not because I was fucking Miss Susie! Oh fuck.'

With that cryptic comment, she turned to me.

'Okay Hoffy, skirt up!'

I looked at Mel, who was smiling, encouraging me; what a darling she was.

Slowly, I raised my skirt, first revealing the tops of my stockings and the pink suspenders, and then, as it reached my hips, my white cotton knickers -- regulation style.

'Snap them, Sarah. Turn Hoffy, let Sarah get a good picture.'

I did as I was told.

Mel's nice smile helped me to bear it.

Sarah was blushing, but took the snap all the same.

'Good girl Hoffy, but are they cotton? I think I should feel.'

I hesitated. Mel looked at me and nodded, which helped a lot.

Rebecca rubbed her finger along the line of my slit, pushing my knickers in a little.

'Well, they are cotton, but Hoffy, they are also wet. Why would that be? Yes, definitely moist Hoffy. Don't say that having the Head Girl examine your knickers is getting you off?'

I blushed. Mel came to the rescue, bless her.

'Well, Rebecca, Hoffy having carried out her half of the deal, I suggest you do the same. Lift and show us.'

Mel had what is called, I believe, a 'shit-eating grin,' on her face.

Sarah looked shocked.

'You can't expect Becca to show you her panties, that's not right.'

'Actually, Sarah, that is the deal. Miss Hoffmann sets a good example, and in return for not examining all the girls, Miss Susie or Pix or one of the other teachers can examine Becca's knickers. Up with that school skirt, Becca, and let's see if the undies are regulation. I have my phone camera to record it.'

'Hoffy!'

Rebecca narrowed her eyes. Was that the trace of a pout I saw?

'Rebecca, that was the deal, so I am afraid you have to show.'

I was only, as I told her, telling her what was in the agreement.

Blushing furiously, she lifted her skirt. Those legs were wonderful. My eyes travelled up them, as did those of Sarah and Mel.

'Miss Hoffmann, darling,' said Mel, 'correct me if I am wrong, but is a black lace thong regulation school underwear?'

Sarah was blushing too, and I was not surprised, those were seriously sexy knickers. Good job my own were not being examined after I saw those, I thought.

'It's not fair Miss, I am going off to see my boyfriend this weekend, and he, well he likes...'

Her voice trailed off.

'Well, Becca, let's at least check if they are cotton,' said Mel, smiling.

'Well they obviously aren't, you nitwit,' said Rebecca.

'That,' smiled Mel, 'is for Miss Hoffmann to decide. Miss H, do reciprocate Becca's care and attention.'

Well, what else could I do? It was in the agreement we had reached, and oh my goodness, I did want to, well, feel what Rebecca's knickers were made of. My guess was silk; I was correct.

Rebecca looked even sexier than usual when she blushed.

The problem with a thong, as opposed to regulation school knickers, was that where the latter had an actual gusset which could be touched without there being any contact with the moist lips themselves, thongs tended to disappear between the lips, which meant that I could not avoid contact with Rebecca's cunt.

She wriggled most becomingly as I curled a finger in, hooking her wet gusset into my fingers.

'Becca,' said Mel with a smile, 'don't say you get off on showing your panties to the Deputy Head and Sarah and I?'

'Oh, fuck,' said Rebecca, giving a little moan as my knuckle inadvertently grazed her clitoris, 'oh bloody bugger.'

As she never, ever used bad language, there was a special frisson in hearing her swear. We always taught girls that language should be used carefully, especially the bad sort and, as usual, Rebecca led the way.

Sarah was chewing her nails, looking very anxious as her room-mate started breathing heavily.

Mel, on the other hand, was staring intently at what Becca was revealing.

'Well, Miss, you'd have to admit that her boyfriend will be in for a treat, she's a sexy kitten, that's for sure.'

'Oh fuck!'

Poor Rebecca, she seemed quite discomposed.

I thought it time to put an end to the poor girl's ordeal, and withdrew my finger from the gusset, but, instinctively, as with Miss Susie, I licked my finger. Gosh, she tasted almost sweet. Rebecca trembled and let out a delightful little moan.

Mel spoke up.

'Sarah, will you check on Miss Hoffmann's cunt?'

Sarah blushed and refused.

'Oh well, I shall do it myself.'

She fingered the camel toe of my panties, looking at Rebecca as she did so.

Somehow my fingers were not moving.

'Ladies, I think we have a problem here. You are both gagging for an orgasm, and it would be unwise to let you both leave in this state. Sarah, pull down Becca's panties, I will pull down Miss Hoffmann's. They will do better without them.'

Rebecca blushed as she looked at me, and I did the same, looking back at her plaintive eyes..

I felt the cool air on my ass and cunt as my sticky panties were peeled away from my gooey slit. I could see the girl goo on Rebecca's as Sarah pulled them off, a task at which she appeared to have some skill. She sniffed both sets and handed them to Mel, who smiled.

'Legs open, ladies,' Mel ordered.

Rebecca and I complied.

We looked, blushing at each other as she touched our cunts.

I moaned as her finger located my aching clit. So did Rebecca.

'Kiss,' she ordered.

We shuffled closer, the tall Rebecca bending to be able to reach my lips.

As we kissed, our tongues entwining, I felt Mel's skilled hand play with my cunt, fingers curling into me, her thumb strumming my aching clit. From the look of her, Rebecca was undergoing the same treatment. Sarah seemed transfixed, as though she wanted the it but did not dare ask.

Mel clearly knew her way around the female genitalia, and could multi-task, as she seemed to be able to keep Rebecca and me on edge simultaneously. Seeing her face suffuse with redness as Mel skilfully played on her clit while finger fucking was erotic by itself, to watch it whilst I was going through the same experience, brought it to a new level; add to that the fact we were kissing and holding each other, and being watched, it was no surprise that we reached the edge rather quickly. But Mel kept us there, taking us almost to the point of no return, and then stopping.

'Beg for it, sluts!'

Rebecca blushed.

'Oh fuck, yes, yes, please Miss Mel, my cunt needs to cum!'

I felt myself blushing furiously.

'Oh gosh, Miss Mel, please, pretty please can I cum, please!'

Mel smiled.

'No, edge some more, sluts!'

Rebecca and I looked at each other in deep empathy.

'Please,' I said, can your two sluts come, Mistress Mel?'

'Pretty please,' added Rebecca.

With a grin, Mel graciously granted our petition.

'Cum, sluts!'

Rebecca tasted delicious, and we kissed and clung on to each other for fear of falling.

She broke off:

'Oh fuck!'

She began to gasp.

That set me off.

'Oh my goodness!'

As our legs buckled, we clung all the more tightly to each other.

Rebecca started to orgasm, which, again, set me off.

Mel's skilled fingers, combined with the sheer erotic charge of what we were doing, caused us both to climax under her demanding fingers.

Rebecca and I fell into each other's arms, kissing, and falling back on my sofa -- spent.

'Now, Sarah, clean Becca up.'

Sarah looked spooked, but did as Mel ordered, applying her tongue to Becca's thighs and her lips. Becca came again, which meant Sarah had to repeat the operation.

'I had best clean you up, Miss Hoffmann,' smiled Mel. The feel of her skilled tongue on my thighs made me tingle. I did not orgasm a second time, but finished feeling delightfully relaxed.

Taking a few moments to recover, Rebecca adjusted her clothing, kissed Sarah and thanked Mel.

'And Hoffy, that was delicious', she smiled, 'I shall think about it next time I, well next time.'

I blushed.

'You are delightful my dear, so utterly yummy.'

'Can I have my thong, Mel?'

'Not to wear, that would be quite wrong, but do put it in your handbag and wear Miss Hoffmann's panties back to the Dorm.'

I wanted to protest, but Mel stopped me.

Rebecca slipped on my wet panties.

'Well, now you are wearing regulation panties, Becca. We shall require proof, so pose.'

Of course, as I was so tiny my panties were rather stretched on Rebecca, but there was now photographic evidence that, as promised, the Head Girl and the Deputy Head had both fulfilled their sides of the bargain.

A little later my WhatsApp pinged. There was a photograph of my panties on the wall of the sixth-form Common Room, with a note from Rebecca:

'You're a star, Hoffy!'

Oddly, that was what Mel had said only a quarter of an hour ago when I made her orgasm for the third time. Sometimes my job is the most satisfying one in the world.

[Pixiehoff]

A third episode of the Deputy Headmistress
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'Hoffy, what the fuck is all this crap about your panties being on display in the Prefects' Common Room. Have been slutting around again, you slag.'

How like Miss Susie to couch things in the earthy language of her Irish roots. As ever, I was struck by the humour she brought to analyse the signs of the times. I still laugh at her comment that the President Trump wouldn't have stood a chance in Ireland with a name that also meant fart.

'Still,' she had said, 'he's full of hot air, and a turd to boot, so it would have been appropriate.'

Such humour.

Fortunately, Mons, my devoted companion, our splendid English teacher, had warned me that Miss Susie might make something of the fact that my knickers had ended up in the hands of the Head Girl, the fragrant Rebecca, Queen of Hearts. In fact, as I tried to explain to Miss Susie, originally they had been on her person, as she had needed to be photographed in regulation knickers, and she had simply gone back to her room in them.

'Well what the fuck were you wearing, Hoffy?'

'Nothing, Miss Susie, I thought you would prefer Rebecca's thong unadulterated.'

'Fuck me Hoffy, but you are a considerate flat-chested midget. What are you waiting for, I said fuck me.'

I was on my knees in a flash, and approaching her open thighs, saw she had trimmed her pussy hair, which was a nice touch. I drew closer, offering her little licks which gently pushed her clit upward, allowing my lips to fasten onto it and draw it between them, my tongue feathering its hood, which slipped back under the assault.

'Fuck Hoffy, you are the best cunt-lapper in the school.'

'Thank you, Miss Susie,' I muttered into her cunt, looking up at her. She said the sweetest things to me.

My broad tongue lapped her slit, delving between her petals, dipping in to lick out some of her sweet gooey juices. I was amazed that she was at that stage so quickly, until I recalled that I had met Mel coming from her office. Our Rhodes scholar Canadian student had already made a big impact on me, and on Miss Susie, clearly.

As my tongue circled round her slit, sliding wetly from her perineum round the whole of her left lip, up, flicking the clit, before tracing its way along her right lip, at which I tugged, Miss Susie let out one of her throaty, husky moans; that always made me feel damp. I responded to her gift by redoubling my efforts, licking much faster.

She was so dripping wet that I could not resist exploring her further, curling two fingers in, which made her groan more loudly. There was a knock on the door.

'Are you alright Miss Susie?'

Miss Cummington, her secretary, had popped her head around the door.

'It's just that Emm needed to see you.'

She seemed quite unfazed to see the Deputy Head on her knees eating the Headmistress out.

'Send her in Cummers,' Susie growled.

My tongue lapped furiously, before my mouth settled on her clit and began to suck it.

'Oh fuck, sorry Miss Susie, bad timing eh?' Emm giggled.

'Get your arse over here you fuck-slut, I want you to lick mine.'

As Miss Susie rose, I unzipped her long black skirt.

As she stood there in her black French knickers, bra and stockings, I thought to myself what a lucky girl I was. She was not only an excellent Head, she was sexily, erotically beautiful too.

Kneeling behind her, Emm took the knickers off, smiling and winking at me as she did so.

'Hi, Pix, good to share with you, you do lick cunt so well - want to try mine again sometime?'

Fortunately, with Emm already parting her ass cheeks to insert her lizard like tongue, Miss Susie was too lost in the moment to note the comment.

As I licked away at her cunt, Emm began to make inroads into her other hole.

Emm's ability to insinuate her tongue where no other tongue could go was legendary. Some students win the 'most likely to succeed' award, Emm won the 'most likely to suck ass' one.

Miss Susie was now supporting herself by resting a hand on each of our heads, pushing us both in to pleasure her more closely.

In the new position, my fingers could get much deeper, with my knuckles pushing against her clit as my hand was driven in. From the way Miss Susie was dripping from the back, I guessed Emm was giving her one of her famous oral enemas. Everyone, they say, has limits, but Emm seemed to have none. Indeed, rumour had it that she and Belles spent some time at the notorious Chatzy Academy, which was well-known for having no limits at all. One shuddered to think, but at least it got that sort of thing out of School. Sex was fine, but perverted sex, no, not at all, I thought as I licked and fucked Miss Susie's cunt and Emm did the same to her ass.

At which point distraction ceased, as Miss Susie's cunt exploded into my face.

Emm and I continued to lick until told to stop.

'Fuck, sluts, that was good. Hi young Annie, hope you enjoyed the show.'

Oh my goodness, I thought, I had not seen young Annie, one of our Australian students, come in. Coming in seemed the apt phrase as she was red-faced, her hand down her panties.

'Yes, Miss Susie,' she gasped, 'I have always been curious. Miss Hoffmann and Emm seem so talented.'

'They are,' growled Miss Susie. Now get that hand out of your panties and come here and let me taste your fingers.

Annie did just that.

'Delicious, so tasty. You may stay. Hoffy, you and the tart can fuck off now.'

So off we fucked, so to say.

'Did you like that Pix?' Emm gave me one of her shit-eating grins. 'Do you like the fact I'm not wearing a bra today?'

Since Emm was 36C, it was pretty obvious she was not wearing a bra, so I told her I had noticed.

'No panties either Miss, but then you had none yesterday, did you Pix?'

I blushed, and explained why, but she seemed unimpressed.

'Becca calls you Hoffy the whore, maybe she has a point. Come to think of it she has at least two outstanding points.'

She giggled at her own joke, patted my bottom and strolled off, swaying nicely on her six-inch heels.

Later Mel was very sweet about it all, coming round to my room at the end of school to offer herself. As she had helped me, it seemed only right to help her in the same way. She was so sweet that she even offered me the chance to go direct to the source. Nicely prepared after Miss Susie, I did so enjoy eating her out. She was a real enthusiast, and she tasted utterly delicious. As she came, she said she'd heard that Miss Susie was not very happy with discipline at the moment.

Knowing Miss Susie's devotion to the subject, I doubted that, but she said to ask Mons, who had told her about it when having her arse spanked by that fun girl Julie. There was even a rumour that Clara, who was known to everyone as 'Lady Cosmo,' because of her links to the magazine, had her own group of pets. Rebecca was rumoured to be so displeased that she had disappeared off to a fashion shoot in the Caribbean.

Monica, or Mons as she was universally known, was a darling.

As a 4' 8" woman with no boobs, I have always suffered from a version of the 'Imposter Syndrome.' Yes, I am deputy head, and with heels, styled hair, make-up and a padded bra, I pass muster as a teacher - just. But I will never forget arriving at the school before the start of term and going to the gym in a tee shirt and gym skirt. The sixth-formers reported me to the receptionist, who told me I had to be eighteen to be a member of the gym, and asked whether my mother knew I was out alone.

I wanted to tell her I was the new deputy head, but guessed she'd think I was joking, so I told her she didn't, apologised and left, but not before being reprimanded. Little wonder I avoided the gym.

But Mons was different. The most compliant colleague ever, she treated me with huge respect, always calling me 'Ma'am.'

'Yes it was awful Miss,' she told me when I eventually asked her later. 'I know about Miss Sinn being tied to the handbars in the gym, ball-gagged and wearing only a sign saying: '£5 a dip.' But then I experienced it myself.'

She often liked to please me by wearing a butt plug, a small sign of service, she said. She had, she explained, been wearing it for me when she was looking after the Library. Needing a book from an upper shelf, she had asked shy young Ann to hold the ladder. But as she was up it, Ann's shyness led her to ask Lady Cosmo to hold it instead. As Monica was coming down, that fun girl Julie had played a trick on her. Making her stop for a moment, she had reached up her skirt and taken her French knickers down. Spotting the plug, Julie had invited Alicea and that slut, Cora, to 'examine the evidence.' So poor Mons had spent an hour up the ladder having her arse and cunt felt by any passers by, Alicea and Julie charging '£5 a feel.'

It was thus that Miss Susie had found her, just as Cora was taking her turn.

'It was terribly embarrassing Ma'am; I wasn't even sure who was feeling me up half the time. I had to hold on to the ladder every time I had a climax. It is frightfully unfair, but Miss Susie intends to make an example of Cora at this afternoon's special assembly.'

'Well that was a bit awkward,' I began to say.

'It was Ma'am, but I held on despite having a number of orgasms.'

'I am sure, Mons, but it is just that, well, Cora is owned by Miss Susie.'

'Owned, Ma'am,' Mons said in her best Lady Windermere impersonation, 'I had believed, Ma'am that that sort of thing had been abolished by Mr. Wilberforce.'

'Not, of course literally, but Miss Susie has an arrangement for the use of Cora, and she will assume that such slutty behaviour is a breach of contract.'

'I see Ma'am, how very unfortunate. I shall endeavour to interpose myself Ma'am.'

Mons was frightfully good at interposing herself, but I was still unsure that Miss Susie would be as understanding as Mons seemed to think she would be; it was not in her nature to forgive without taking vengeance.

Talking with my teaching assistant, Laura, later, she confirmed the news about Cora, as well as sympathising with my own fears. We cuddled each other out of sympathy, with Lauren, agreeing it was unfair. But as she explained, Miss Susie had asked others to confess their part, and as they had not, she had decided to punish the one person caught wet-handed. Not even Laura's best powers of persuasion (and they were jolly good, as I could attest) changed Miss Susie's mind, I had an equal want of success.

'Look Hoffy, you really have to leave these things to me.'

Miss Susie was firm.

'I don't mind those sluts down at the Chatzy Academy referring to your class as "Hoffy's whores," or your morning canoodlings with Laura, who is, by the way, a delicious thing, or your hopeless lusting after Rebecca - you do so much for me that I don't even mind your fucking Mons and letting Mel fuck you, but discipline is all, you hear me Hoffy. I will not have it. There's an end of it, Admiral Byng will be shot on the quarterdeck!'

I shivered slightly, as I tended to when she got this way.

'But I think, Hoffy, you will enjoy it.'

So we went into the special room where punishments took place. Miss Natalie and Miss Sinn had front row seats, as did Julie, Alicea and shy young Ann. I hoped the presence of Matron and Dr. Cumonass and his assistant, Mrs. Weasel was not a bad sign. What was, however, odd was that bent over the punishment blocks, skirts flipped up, were two figures. I turned to Lauren, whose hand I was holding for comfort.

'I'd recognise those French knickers anywhere - it's Mons!'

And so it was.

With her summer dress flipped up, the Assembly was offered a fine view of her royal blue silk French knickers, which contrasted with Cora's white regulation ones.

'Right girls and staff, enough is enough. Miss Monica is being punished for being tart enough to let some of you whores touch her up, and because she tried to argue that caning slutty Cora was unfair. I decide what is fair and unfair here. I am the Law. Cora was dumb enough to get caught with her hand in the kitty. So,' she said, swishing her cane, it is three on the knickers and three on the bare.'

With her usual manual dexterity, Miss Susie took aim and scored.

Mons was stoic when the first strip was laid across her ass, as she was with the second. The third produced a little grunt.'

'Julie,' said Miss Susie, 'you will pull Miss Monica's knickers down to her knees.'

Julie was on the stage like a rat up a drainpipe, and within a minute, both Monica's beautiful cheeks were exposed to the gaze of the school. I could see the poor thing was trembling. It was, perhaps, unfortunate that she had adopted the classic pose of legs open, as this gave the school a splendid view of her asshole and cunt. The view, like the redness of the stripes, was increased by the next three sharp strokes. But she bared them bravely, or do I mean bore? Ah well, yes, a testing moment.

As Mons lay across the punishment block, her ass cheeks well marked, her asshole quivering, and her cunt clearly glistening, Miss Susie turned to Cora,

Her ass was the tight, well-toned one of the sportswoman, her cheeks tanned and taut. Then Miss Susie laid about her, If Cora grunted on the first, she squealed at the second and was weeping by the third. This did not bode well for the bare.

'Emm, up you come, lower Cora's knickers.'

'Yes Miss, I'm confused, she's wearing regulation panties, why is she being punished?'

I could see Belles, her girlfriend, whispering to the darling. Within moments Cora's knickers were around her knees. There was a collective gasp, I assumed of sympathy.

The first stroke on that tanned, gorgeous and utterly yummy ass made Cora moan, the second made her grunt and the third and hardest, produced from her a long moan, as she shuddered and her thighs seemed to get wet. Fortunately, Emm was on hand to clean up.

As Mons and Cora were allowed to stand and rubbed their sore bottoms, Laura suggested we take counsel together in her room.

I could see Miss Susie leading Cora back to her office, I presumed to comfort her.

As for Mons, Belles, Emm and Julie they were all assisting her.

Mel winked at me, as she joined Miss Susie and Cora.

Laura was such a comfort that we hardly noticed the dinner gong.

But right order had returned to the School, and after dinner we raised a bumper to the School with our rousing motto:

'We are the best!'

And we declared ourselves content. Well, Laura and I did, anyway, and to judge by the noises from Mons' room, she had no complaints. The lights were on until late in Miss Susie's room, which boded well. I didn't see them going off, which might have been because my face was buried in Laura's breasts.

As the second line of the motto had it:

'So screw the rest!'

We all did our best the night discipline returned.