Whilst I was gathering my ideas together and before we move forward into our next phase I invited some of the staff and girls to give me their stories since they had been at the school and the next two chapters of the story will be accounts I obtained from them.

Hi this is Julie. I had my first encounter with June soon after we came to the School. On the first weekend that we spent there after the party evening she came to my room to discuss a problem she had about changing jobs and she thought that my legal knowledge could help.

I had my own coffee 'perc' and poured June a cup, adding sugar as she liked she liked it and brought it to her chair. June thanked me and as we chatted I began began to realize how tight the muscles in my back had become. June noticed the stretching and twisting and went behind and began kneading my shoulders. I felt the tension slowly leave my muscles. June continued to rub her shoulder, putting her hands under the collar of my top to get a better contact with the muscles

I felt like purring every time she did this. June kissed the back of my neck, and when I made a pouting sound, she continued. Whilst she was massaging June told me her problem and I agreed to help her. After several minutes of this treatment, during which she made no attempt to leave, June bent over and kissed my neck and then moved to the front and kissed me several times, the last and longest of which was on my mouth. I had not thought of myself as being particularly bi-sexual and most of my relations had been with sex mad men so I was surprised at myself as I responded. I took in my breath deeply. I was only dimly aware of how horny I had become. June's lips had been so inviting, so safe, so desirable. I had never done anything much with another woman except the usual fumbling at a typical girls school. I had fantasized, but only in vague terms, never even picturing being with someone I knew.

June's hands had never left my body. They had moved, not just working on my shoulders, but also on the upper portion of my chest. Now they slid lower, sliding with a bit of difficulty under the black silk bra that I wore. June's hand didn't just go at once for my nipple, but worked over the entire breast, feeling its size and fullness, fondling, caressing the entire surface as if she wanted to know it fully. I found the whole experience so erotic and there was a tingling in my body which ran down to my bum, quim and down my thighs.

"I should make you move to the bed." June said, "You're too tense to be sitting up here."

Gently she helped me to my feet and guided me to the empty bed. Here both of us sat. Taking my face in both hands, she kissed me tenderly, gently forcing my lips open and using her tongue for the first time tonight.

"I don't know what I'm feeling." My voice seemed small in the room.

"If you're enjoying it, just feel it." She whispered back.

June pulled my blouse from my skirt. Reaching around, she unhooked the back of my blouse. My white breasts were slowly exposed.

"Shouldn't I be doing something?" I asked.

"Only if that's what you want." she replied as she kissed both of my nipples.

June pushed my skirt up to my hips. Under it I was wearing a lacy suspender belt, black silk stockings and black silk knickers. June rubbed my thighs, stopping short of my loins with each stroke. June continued this for a moment or two and then slid up to my chest and using her left hand cupped my right breast. Her tongue worked on it, slowly, gently. I couldn't understand my feelings and my mind was in a whirl at this point. My hand moved to June's head, urging her to stay and continue sucking on my breast. June was only too happy to comply as she gradually worked her other hand up my thigh.

Her hand found it's way to my crotch. She began to rub me through my panties. Her hand was slow but determined. I was quite pleased with the feeling but couldn't quite seem to shake the idea that what she was doing was wrong, forbidden. I felt June's lips leave her breast and a moment later appear over her own mouth. This time June's tongue was more demanding. I felt herself respond. June's hand stopped rubbing my crotch for a moment and moved to the waist of my pants. Seconds later her hand was directly on my cunt. It was still sore from our staff entertainment but as her finger entered my warm slit, I could hear myself moaning. I responded wildly to June's tongue as it probed and investigated my mouth. June's hand on my mound drove my to heights of excitement that I could hardly remember reaching. This was different. With a man it was all sex while with June it was pure sublime pleasure. I couldn't control myself. I thrust my hips up to June's hand.

June's other hand was rubbing my whole torso, spending extra time on my breasts. After assuring herself that there would be no objection, June slid off my suspender belt and panties caressing my bum cheeks as I arched my back for her. My skirt followed on the pile. Without stopping her deep kiss, June dropped her own skirt to the floor. Her red silk panties joined them seconds later. She climbed onto the couch, positioning her crotch above mine, our legs intertwined. Then she began to fuck me. ( I always thought of it that way, as a good fucking from my friend.) June's cunt rubbed along mine. June's mouth kissed my neck, lips, breasts. June's hands caressed and excited my nipples as her mound created enormous friction right above my clitoris. June continued this as my hands gripped her hips, urging her on.

"Just like she was a man.." I found herself thinking - but different.

I felt the friction on my mons. The sensation was so much like making love, but with no insertion. I found myself responding as if June were a man, but somehow differently. I was aware of the feeling on her mound, of her approaching orgasm, of the terribly soft body on hers, so smooth, so light, not crushing me, just pleasing me. The sensation of her sex on mine was so ... wicked. I responded eagerly to her kisses, to June's full body caress. It was so demanding and yet - there were no demands just emotions flowing between us.

"Take off your shirt." I blurted out, "I want to feel all of you against me."

My admission shocked me a bit, but that only made the desire more delicious. June locked her wet sex against mine as she shifted her waist up and pulled off her top. Her red front clasp bra followed it in a heap on the floor. Seconds later I felt the new and interesting feeling of a woman's breasts rubbing against my own as we made love. My hands sought out June's breasts as I finally knew what it was like when Sir John did this to me as we made love. I felt them, more than squeezed them, touched them, more than handled them, as I accustomed herself to their mass, their shape, their size.

Bending my neck I kissed each nipple lightly, another new sensation. All the while, my sex was being loved. June never slowed down, never paused as she continued her insertionless fuck. I felt myself gripping June more tightly as the sensation in my loins increased. Suddenly my whole body seemed to boil and the cry I made as I came was surprising, quite loud. Usually I never made much noise when having sex. Whatever June may have or may not have done to me, she had not lacked enthusiasm. June lay on top of me exhausted, lightly kissing my neck. We lay with our arms around each other for several long minutes not daring to apeak but knowing that we had crossed a Rubicon. Lebian sex was a new avenue which we would both explore to the full. We had only just touched the surface! This was not what I had in mind when I had offered to advise June.

What else can I say. I now know that my destiny is here developing the female side of the girls with the help of June while also helping Sir John on the male experience. I shall not love sex less now I know I enjoy being a woman.

Hi, this is Fiona. I had a fascinating experience with one of the senior girls soon after they arrived. Margaret came to me crying. I asked her what was the matter and she said that she never had any plans or dates. Margaret was the most beautiful young girl I had ever seen. I told her this, and she replied that because of that, guys were afraid to ask her out. She began crying harder as I put my arm around her to comfort her. I told her that I had similar problems in college, and that the right guy would come along for her. She turned toward me to hug me and thank me. As I returned the embrace, I accidentally brushed her against her right breast. As if spellbound, I couldn't move my hand. Margaret positioned herself so that her breast was now flat against my hand. My passion overcame me. I started squeezing her breast softly. She looked me straight in the eyes and kissed me softly on the lips. My lips met hers almost mechanically, and I felt her delicious tongue parting my lips and entering the warmth of my willing mouth. I was now kissing her more passionately than I had ever kissed any man. She began telling me how beautiful I was as her hand gently stroked my thighs. I couldn't believe what was happening. She took my hand and led me into her room.

My head was spinning and my knees were weak. Although I had had experiences with other girls when younger I had not expected this to happen so soon after the school had opened. I was a little reluctant to continue as she was a pupil but I felt my panties sticking to my pussy and followed her. We entered her room and she immediately locked the door behind us. We drew close and clumsily began undressing each other. She threw off her panties and moved me to the bed. I still had my skirt on but she laid me down on the bed and slid my panties off at the same time. For the next fifteen minutes we wildly kissed, stroked, and sucked each other's breasts, lips, and legs. Finally Margaret parted the outer folds of my pussy. She started stroking my clit, entering my pussy every two or three circles. I grabbed her head and pulled it to me. Our lips and tongues met and I told her how much I wanted her. She spread my legs and pushed her pussy against mine.

I lifted my legs so that my ankles were resting on her shoulders. Margaret's hands were now flat on the bed, one on either side of my shoulders. Her knees were now almost under my ass as we began to grind together in a steady rhythm. I opened my eyes and looked up at my beautiful lover. Margaret was gazing at me and licking her lips seductively. I felt my entire body begin to shake as my orgasm came on. We both exploded within seconds. It was the most incredible sex I had ever had. Margaret collapsed on top of me, and I must have drifted off for a few minutes. I woke up to feel her hot and tender tongue licking the entire length of my pussy. Each time she licked quicker and quicker and penetrated my pussy a bit deeper. Finally her pace was incredibly quick and I felt all the heat in my body rushing to my pussy. She then stopped and said she had a surprise for me. She returned in a second and inched her body up along mine. I suddenly felt something pressing against my pussy lips. She had gotten a double-headed dildo. With almost no effort she slipped the twelve-inch monster into me. We gave it our best shot and fucked each other several times. The best position for us was when Margaret entered my pussy from behind. I wasa astounded whre Margaret had got all her information but she pointed out that even though she could not get a boyfriend the girls still wanted her and she had therefore grown experienced with lesbians.

After a long while I looked at the clock and realized that I had been with her for almost four hours. I quickly dressed, kissed my beautiful Margaret and left. Clearly she is a lesbian who will have no difficulty in finding partners but I am also sure that Sir John will introduce her to normal sex. I don't know how long our relationship will last, as Margaret is graduating next year. I have enjoyed every minute. Although I love men, a beautiful woman is probably the best sexual partner for me. Ladies, if you haven't tried it, you should!

My name is June and I am one of the younger group of girls at the School of Discipline and six of us were caught smoking yesterday. We were sent to the Headmaster and told that we would receive a public flogging after assembly and we then must write up our experience. This is my account.

After breakfast we were sent up to our rooms to change into our nightdresses and dressing gowns and then wait until we were called for. At about nine oclock, Marion the Head Girl came and told me to follow her. The rest of the girls were also called and we were taken to the main hall. When we arrived the rest of the school was assembled waiting for us. We were taken on to the stage where a vaulting horse stood in the middle of the stage with Sir John and Miss Frenson beside it . We lined up and Sir John spoke to us and the assembly.

"I am sorry to have to call you together this morning girls but we have a very serious problem to deal with. These girls were found smoking in their bedrooms. I must point out that besides being against the rules of the school this is a very dangerous habit as this is an old building and the timbers are very dry. Because of this I have decided to treat the matter very seriously indeed and each girl will receive twelve strokes with my Head teacher's cane on the bare. I will not accept any excuse for mitigation of the punishment and it will be carried out immediately."

My heart sank. I had been caned before but, twelve strokes with the Head teacher's cane was beyond my worst fears. Sir John told us to remove our dressing gown and nightdresses and stand facing the side with our hands on our head. We would be dealt with in alphabetical order and those not yet caned would remain facing the wall on pain of further strokes. I felt very shy as I removed my clothes. I had often seen myself and other girls naked in the showers and after games but this was a public exhibition. I tried to cover my private parts but was reminded that I should have my hands on my head. As though from a thousand miles away I heard Sir John call me forward and to bend over the horse where Miss Frenson would check the height.

I moved forward reluctantly and had to be speeded up by harsh words from Sir John. I knew that what was going to happen would be very painful and was trying to spin it out. Eventually I reached the horse and bent over whereupon Miss Frenson adjusted the height so that my toes were just touching the ground and my bum was fully exposed ready for the cane. I felt even more humiliated as I imagined the rest of the school looking at me with my bum and private parts exposed to view. Sir John meanwhile had taken one of the canes from the table and I heard him give it a few preliminary swishes through the air while Miss Frenson grasped my hands. There was a pause as he waited and I waited before I felt the cane rest on my bottom and then "THWACK !" a blinding streak of pain made me scream out as the first stroke landed. I felt as though a hot iron had been laid across by buttocks and left to stand. "THWACK !" "THWACK !" "THWACK !" the next three strokes landed at regular intervals until my whole bum seemed to be one fiery furnace. Every line was etched on the surface and I could feel the skin beginning to tighten as the marks became ridges. The pain was excrutiating and was now taking over my whole body but after the first shout I was determined not to scream again.. "THWACK !" "THWACK !" Sir John continued to power home the strokes. Then came a short respite as Sir John ran his hands over my buttocks before confirming to Miss Frenson that he would carry on. I felt the tap, tap again before "THWACK !" another searing stroke landed exactly where the first one had been delivered. By now I was feeling sick and dizzy but I knew that I had to think of something else to forget the pain I was feeling. "THWACK !" "THWACK !" "THWACK !" The next three strokes were delivered slowly and with firmness making sure that the build up of pain in my bum area was never diminished. By now I was not sure that I could take any more as I heard Sir John murmer "Good girl, only two more now." Only two more, it might have been twenty or two hundred. However as I had wriggled I had been rubbing myself against the fabric of the horse and besides the pain I was also experiencing a a warm sensation around my private parts and as "THWACK !" the eleventh stoke landed I suddenly through the pain felt this wam glow and a wet senastion around my legs - I hoped that nobody else had seen it. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the final stroke. I promised myself that I would not scream out when thes one landed. I did not think that I could be in any more pain than I was already but "THWACK !" I almost left off the stage and the pain coursed through my body. Sir John had hit diagonally crossing all of the other stokes and multiplying the sentation a hundredfold. Miss Frenson let go of my hands and I hopped around rubbing my bum as Sir John called out the next girl. I walked back to the side and joined the other girls with my scarred bum visible to the whole school.

Although I was in agony from the caning I also remembered the other sensations and I want to explore these. Do they only happen when you are caned or can other things trigger them. I also promised myself that I would not smoke inside the school again

My name is Joyce Slater and I am the School Secretary. I am a 25 year old widow with a young disabled daughter and I was very lucky to get this post with the flat included. Sir John asked me to put down my experience and I am very pleased to do so.

It was about a month after I had joined the school and I and the rest of the staff had been involved in various 'pranks' with Sir John. I was beginning to get very randy as I sat in my flat in the evenings. Here was a very attractive man and I was a widow who was still sexually active. The chance came when Sir John invited me to his study after dinner one evening to discuss invitations to parents. He could see that I was restless and I explained that the spanking stimulated me but I needed more. He smiled and asked if my daughter was OK for the evening and I confirmed that Mrs Green was keeping an eye on her. He then stood up and held out his hand.

"I suggest that we start off with a good old fashioned spanking followed by the strap and finish with the cane - then see where we progess from there. Do you agree?"

Of course I said yes immediately and he told me to come across his knees. I did so and he started spanking my bottom. It felt so good to feel his hand cracking into my bottom, strong firm smacks covering both sides of the bum, and within a short time I was all of a tingle. By now he had raised my dress and was continuing spanking over my knickers. Because I had not expected this I was wearing white cotton sensible knickers, nothing erotic. It was even better now and the crisp spanking was exactly what I needed and I could feel my bum beginning to warm up really well. After a few minutes of this he slipped his hands into the top of my knickers and eased them down over my buttocks and below my thighs caressing my bum and running his fingers up down my thighs and legs before he started spanking again. This was the cream of the spanking as whatever other spanking does the hand smacking on the bare is the most satisfying of all. My cunt was beginning to juice up and I could feel the wetness which was seeping out of it. Each time Sir John's fingers touched me I could feel shivers up and down my spine and I was getting very hot. He had by now decided that there had been enough across the knee and he stopped, telling me to stand up and prepare for the next instrument, the strap.

He started to unfasten my dress. His hands were so erotic as he first unbuttoned it slowly button by button, gently caressing my covered breasts as he did so. The dress slid it off my shoulders slipping down until I stepped out of it. He then kissed me on the lips and moved his hands round the back to unfasten my brassiere which he removed and dropped on the chair. His hands massaged my breasts and his fingers caressed the nipples until they became very firm and tender. I was now completely naked except for my suspender belt and stockings and he stopped me removing these before suggesting that I might like to feel the strap to warm me up further. I agreed with alacrity and he bent me over the arm of the chair. He used the lightweight strap which stings but does not mark - it really does sting when used properly and I was beginning to feel a burning sensation from it. Again after every few strokes Sir John ran his hands over my bum so gently that they heightened my erotic feelings making me tingle all over. I shuddered while he was slipping his fingers through and tickling my pubic hair and touching my vagina. He must have hit me at least sixty times but I was beyond caring I was in such euphoria. By now I could feel that my cunt was oozing with liquid and my whole body was running hot and cold with conflicting emotions. He told me he was going to finish me off with twelve strokes of the cane. These would be hard and bring me to a peak. Before this however he was going to get more comfortable himself so I watched as he stripped off his clothes and stood there. It was a long time since a man had undressed before me and I enjoyed the experience, especially seeing him try him ease his cock from inside his pants while it stuck out like a flagpole. The last time I had seen that was before my husband died. Sir John's was already at full port sticking out from its full bush of hair as I viewed him. He was a fine upstanding man who had an excellent figure with sturdy legs and a bum I was dying to cane at some time. He stepped foward and took up a medium thickness cane whipping it through the air a few times to get the feel.

By now I was so aroused that when he lined up the cane I was waiting for it like a lover and as the stroke came in with a CRACKKK! I was relieved and excited. The cane burned a line across by bum which went numb at first and then heated up before it stung. I hardly remember the rest of the strokes although when I looked later they had been hard ones as they had left purple bruises across my bum. By the time the twelfth landed however I was in such a state that all I wanted was to be fucked. Sir John would not be hurried however and he put the cane down took me in his arms and kissed me his hands roaming up and down my back,sides and between my legs. He whispered that he knew what it must be like for me after all this time and he was going to make sure that I enjoyed every minute of the rest of the night.

He carried me into the other room,still kissing me, and laid me gently on the bed. I could see his cock rearing up in front of my face and I knew that I had to have it in my mouth. As I bent down to take he said,

"No wait, turn round I want to eat you out too."

I laid back and he rose above me with knees either side and his firm, uncircumcised cock just above my mouth while I could already feel his tongue slipping into my quim. As I took the head in my mouth I was moving forward and back so that at one point I pushed the cover skin bakc to expose the head. I had the nut with its tiny hole free for my tongue to tickle while the next second it was covered as my lips moved back. Sir John was agitating my clitoris with his tongue while two fingers were being thrust deep up into my body. By now we were both so sexually excited that it could not last for long and suddenly I felt a great surge of warmth and emotion as my juices poured down and I shuddered with a massive orgasm. I could feel Sir John sucking hard as he drank the fluids which were escaping from me. He was going to take his cock out of my mouth but I stopped him and kept sucking until I felt a heaving as he came and spurted with his cum pouring out into my mouth and throat as I tried to swallow as it came out. I swallowed and swallowed as there seemed to be never ending gouts before taking his cock out and letting the rest fall on my face and body.

We were both spent and Sir John turned round to kiss me and put his arms round me as we lay together. "That was fantastic. Give me a moment and I am going to fuck you as you deserve." At that moment I felt completely fulfilled for the first time since the death of my husband and although neither of us loved each other I knew we would continue enjoying each other's bodies as long as we were both at the school. I bent over Sir John and using my hand massaged his cock until it had reached a full stand again. As soon as he was prepared I knelt on the bed and asked him to take me from the rear. I knew that in that position his cock would stimulate me even more while I could also rub my clitoris. I spread my legs and took his cock in my hand as I guided it to my eager quim. Sir John thrust home and settled his cock firmly - I don't think that I had ever been filled so full before as he pushed home almost touching my womb. His hands came round to the front so that he was caressing my breasts and agitating the nipples until they were again hard. Once he was home we rested for a minute and then he started moving in and out with his stomach slapping against my buttocks as he kept up his thrusting movements. I could not stay still and joined him as he kept up the action with me pushing backwards in unison. We continued for several minutes gradually getting faster and faster until with a great final push he shot his load high into me. My own emotions were impossible to explain as I was on such a high and yet felt so weak and drained with no ability to move. We both stayed in position for several moments before Sir John took his cock out and he pulled me round so that he could kiss me and hug me in such a way as I had missed for several years. As we lay there I could not help crying and Sir John gently queried, "Memories?"

That was the end of a memorable evening which I hope will be repeated again and again.

This is the story of how I Samantha, junior at the School of Discipline found my true love. We both started at the school last September and because of the way that the school was arranged allowed to share a room.

I knew Bethany for four years at our previous day school and every night since then I have lay in bed fantasizing about her while I slowly rub my wet pussy to orgasm. She is not drop dead gorgeous but she is pretty. Her long brown hair falls carelessly at her back and her deep brown eyes reflect only sweetness that is her. She has a great body with a slim waist and nice C cup breasts. We are best friends. I think that when I found out that she wouldbe at the school I was going to I could not believe my luck.

I think I have always known about my sexual preference of women to men. While most of my school friends were drooling over some blond guy in the latest teen mag I was home fingering myself while I thought of naked women. None of my friends would ever guess that I was a lesbian and I had no real intention of telling them.

The day after we arrived and had settled in I decided that I must find out whether Bethany was as keen as I was. The day started off like any other day. We went to school and classes and went upstairs afterwards to our room. After homework and dinner I sat on my bed and said in a rather solemn way " Bethany? "

" Hey Sami what's up?"

God her voice is so sexy.

"Nothing I just thought that we could have a chat"

I had thought of something sexy but not to sexy to wear. I wanted this seduction to be slow and perfect. I let my blonde hair fall at my shoulders and I put on a lacy black top and a short black skirt ( no panties, no bra ).

I almost chickened out, but when I looked at beautiful Bethany standing in front of me I got my nerve back. She looked great with her long hair in curls, she was wearing a tight white blouse and a short black skirt. I had to remind myself not to drool on her feet.

We sat and ate biscuits and drunk cocoa and giggled for a while. I was deeply engrossed in the and was not paying much attention to Bethany who was looking at my legs. I could see that she was movong about to get a better look up my skirt. The urges I felt to spread my legs and fuck myself were incredible. The urges I felt to spread Bethany's legs and fuck her were even more intense. I could feel my warm cunt juice soaking my thighs.

My daydreams were interrupted by a moaning sound. For a moment I thought that I had slipped and let out a cry of pleasure but I realized that it had not been me at all....Bethany was laying spread eagle beside me with her skirt pulled up around her waist, rubbing her snatch. When she realized I was watching her a deep flush of humiliation spread across her face and she looked like she was about to cry. I smiled at her and pulled off my shirt letting my tits bounce against my chest.

" So Bethany," I breathed, " you like my breasts?"

She said nothing. Shock was all over her face. I told myself to hold strong. This was it. This was the time to get her.

I cautiously leaned in towards her lips and kissed her hard. She resisted at first but then her tongue found mine and we smashed them together. Suddenly I broke away from the kiss and looked into her eyes.

"Beth, let me fuck you. I have wanted to have you for so long..."

She cut me off in mid sentence. "Fuck my brains out Samantha"

I told her to take off her clothes and get on her hands and knees on the bed. I felt the smoothness of her tight ass cheeks. They were amazing. I slid my own knickers off and threw them aside and rested my chest against Bethany's arse. Then I licked it and kissed her ass cheeks. I carefully spread them apart with my fingers and pushed my face to her hole. She smelled like lavender soap. She was breathing heavy waiting for me to do something. I held her cheeks apart and dove my tongue deep into her hot ass. I tongue fucked her sweet bum hole hard and deep while she cried out in ecstasy.

When I thought she had enough I pulled out of her with my tongue and licked my way down her crack to her sweet mound. I licked her pink cunt lips greedily. They were dripping with juice. I slammed my tongue into her deep tight twat hole eating hungrily. I reached up with my other hand and drove to fingers in her ass hole. She pushed her self against me so my tongue and fingers could go deeper into her ass and pussy. Her moans were loud and sexy and I myself was dripping with hot pussy cream. Suddenly Beth let out a loud cry as she hit orgasm..

" OH GOD YES SAMANTHA!!! FUCK YES I AM CUMMMING EAT ME SAMI EAT MY HOT SNATCH!!!!"

It was enough to send me over the edge. As her juices flowed over my face as I licked and nibbled her clit, I came too my moans muffled by her twat on my face.

After she had recovered she turned on her back and breathed deeply. We smiled at each other. It was my turn.

I sat on the corner of the bed with Beth behind me. In one hand she massaged my titts and with the other she fingered my wet pussy. In and out slowly while we both moaned. I could feel her wetness against my back. I groaned and pushed against her. By now she had 3 fingers deep in me and I could not hold back any longer. I came in spurts of hot cum all over Bethanys hand. I lay back and she pressed her head between my legs making sure to lick up all the juice. Her tongue was amazing. So skilled at the art of carpet licking. We came a lot that night, finger fucking each other in the ass and cunt, eating each other's hot pussies and 69ing. Every night now when we go back to our rooms we immediately climb in together. I know that I am a lesbian and wait to see if I enjoy the discipline as well, I am sure that I will.