Private Tuition (14 page)

With one hand supporting herself, she used the other to hold and to steady the cock in her mouth. She began milking his cock as Paula had demonstrated, gripping and releasing with her lips as she slid up and down the length of his rigid member.

"God but the girl is good!” the man groaned as she pleased him. No reply came, just the sounds of flesh slapping hard together as the principal pumped into her.

The second man gripped her head and pulled her on to his cock. He tensed several times before he came. Louise felt his warm come spurting into her soft mouth in a series of small jerks. At first it made her want to draw away, but his grip on her head prevented that. She had no alternative but to drink in his warm seed, salty and thick, tasting sperm for the first time and marvelling at the force with which it spurted into her soft mouth.

The principal groaned loudly, pulling her hips back onto his cock he came also. Warm sprays of his sperm splattered her inner depths, filling her with delight and giving her a second and most wonderful orgasm that ripped through her slight body, racking it with violent spasms that caused some of the come in her mouth to dribble out as her mouth opened in her ecstasy.

The professor had watched it all in silence, his cock stiff and standing out before him, his trousers around his ankles. “Come here,” he ordered, his voice thick and his face flushed.

Louise crawled on hands and knees to where he stood, and raised herself on her knees. She pushed her soft rounded breasts together, trapping the professor's stiff cock between them. She smiled broadly as he closed his eyes and began fucking her tight cleavage.

Panting and groaning he pumped his cock between her breasts, faster and faster until he began twitching. He gasped loudly and his thick seed spurted to hit Louise under the chin, globules dripping back down onto her soft breasts as Louise massaged them on his cock to complete his orgasm.

"This one I want for myself” the principal said flatly as he returned from the bathroom.

"But she still isn't..."

The Principal didn't allow the professor to finish speaking and carried on as though he hadn't spoken at all.

"We will talk later, but my mind is made up. For now she stays with you, although one such as this is destined for Buckinghamshire."

"I already have another for Buckinghamshire,” the professor offered.

"I will decide who is destined for what!” the Principal snapped back in irritation.

"Very well,” the professor said meekly.

Louise finished wiping herself with the tissues that the professor had passed to her.

"I need to remain here where I am happy and to complete my studies,” Louise said, getting to her feet.

The Principal looked at her silently for a moment.

"Would an occasional trip to Buckinghamshire interfere with your studies?” he asked directly.

"No, not at all,” Louise replied smiling.

"Very well then, that is how we shall leave it. Educate her, professor, and soon!” He walked to the door, and then paused to again run his eyes over her lovely body before walking out.

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The professor finished tying the knot of the cord that secured Louise's ankle to her bed, spreading her legs wide.

"Tightly now,” he prompted Paula, who had been instructed to secure Louise's hands to the top end of the bed.

All the tying finished, Louise lay spread-eagled and helpless on the double bed. The professor moved around to sit by her side and fitted the rubber gag into her mouth, ensuring that the flange fitted between her teeth for her to bite on. He then tied the ends tightly at the back of her head and she could only mumble a muffled sound in response.

"We will be gone for the day, lovely Louise. Enjoy yourself and you will be rewarded on my return,” he said slowly and softly to her, massaging her breasts and exciting her nipples so that they stood out firm and expectant. He gripped and rolled them, taking his time and savouring the feel of them. He then clipped the first clothes peg onto the rubbery nipple of her left breast and watched calmly as Louise bucked her body trying to fight the pain that she felt searing through her.

On and on she struggled, her eyes wide and pleading, her head thrashing from side to side. Paula felt a pang of sympathy for her, but also a sexual charge as she recalled the exquisite delights that the same treatment had given her a few days previously.

Louise repeated her futile struggling as the second peg was attached to her other nipple, mumbling and cursing into the gag. Paula noted that the professor was hard as he worked on her friend. The professor stood, his obvious erection pressing against his trousers, his face flushed. Inflicting pain really seemed to turn him on.

"You may think that because men desire you that you can direct them, sweet Louise, but you will learn in time that all is not always what it may first seem."

He parted her labia with the fingers of his left hand and clamped a third clothes peg onto her erect clitoris, standing back to watch her thrash around on the bed, pulling at her bonds and fighting the excruciating pain that she was experiencing.

Paula winced as he attached the last peg to Louise's hardened bud. She watched the struggling and the peg swaying from side to side as Louise's body fought the incessant pain.

"Let's go,” the professor said casually and walked out of the room. Paula took one last look at her friend writhing in agony, picked up her holdall and followed him, closing the door behind her as she went.

Once through the early morning traffic they joined the M40 motorway and headed west. The professor drove in silence, not feeling the need to speak. Paula couldn't quite take in the fact that Louise was to remain tied as she was all day.

"Won't Louise need the toilet?” She probed, careful to not upset him.

"Naturally,” he replied and returned to driving silently.

Paula also went silent as they continued along the motorway in the bright sunshine. She watched road signs as they passed, getting ever deeper into the countryside. Most of the name places meant nothing to her at all. She did know however that they were headed towards Oxford.

Beaconsfield! She had heard of that place, several times, although she couldn't recall when or why. The professor steered the car up the slip-road and left the motorway, guided it around the roundabout and took the road that was sign-posted to Amersham.

About a mile further on he turned right into a side road and stopped the car in the shade of a large tree that overhung the small lay-by.

"Put this on,” he said simply, passing her a velvet covered blindfold. Paula gave him a questioning look, hesitated, and then obeyed, slipping the elastic over her head to secure it in place. She felt him checking that it was fitted properly and that she could see nothing before he started off again, turning the car around in the road and driving back the way they had come.

Many turns they made, stopping and re-starting and turning again, to confuse her and to make it impossible to work out or to remember the route they had taken. Later the road became very bumpy and the car slowed, jolting Paula in her seat as they continued down what was obviously a dirt track.

When the car at last drew to a halt the professor assisted her out of the car, walking her a short distance, pointing out to her any steps or obstacles they met.

"Stand still,” he said softly and released his hold on her arm. Paula heard the sound of a door opening and he gripped her again, guiding her forwards. Her feeling of uncertainty and nervousness increased, as they were obviously close now to their final destination.

She stood still again, taking in the musty smell that filled her nostrils. Not a decaying mustiness, a different type of smell, one that she didn't recognise. One of age, but mixed with she didn't know what.

"You may remove the blindfold now,” she heard him say.

Louise had become accustomed to the pain after the first couple of hours, except when her violent attempts at bucking her body to release the peg on her clitoris had caused it to slip, pinching the soft hood painfully. Now even that had lessened in intensity.

She had at first thanked Paula for leaving the ropes around her wrist loose and giving her the opportunity to undo the knot. Much trying had proved to her that the only result of her efforts was to induce cramp in her fingers and hand as she twisted it into a position where she could access the knot.

She had cursed and she had cried for a long time, but at last she had come to terms with the fact that there was to be no relief before late evening. Her only feelings now were of pure hatred and the thirst for revenge. She wouldn't forget this, she couldn't forget, nor would she let him. Whatever it took she would repay him many times over. She had stayed silent in front of the Principal the other night so as to help the professor and this was her thanks.

She relaxed a little to try to think of other ways in which she might gain her release. She had pulled at every cord that held her, tried to undo the knots ... it hit her suddenly! If she were to relax enough, she could slip her slim wrist out of the loosened grip that Paula had left for her. The knots needn't be tackled!

She closed her eyes and began to relax as much as she possibly could given the circumstances. A single objective filled her mind: to gain her release.

A barn, an old country barn—that was the sight that greeted Paula as she lifted up the blindfold and rubbed her eyes. Straw covered the floor, thick and clean, creating a thick carpet that stretched from one stone wall across to the other. Heavy beams ran across above her supporting the planks of another floor above.

The barn was large, very large, with a split level floor, one end being raised as would a stage in a village hall or small playhouse. Heavy velvet curtains divided the open area of the barn in half, standing about ten feet high and supported on a beam they ran the length of the barn. What they concealed gave Paula cause to shuddered slightly.

"Sit down Paula and I'll explain a little about this place,” he said pointing to a bale of hay that was to the side of the curtains.

Paula sat, small bits of straw clung to the tight black leggings that she wore.

"Before I show you around I'll tell you what happens here and the structure of those events, then you will see more clearly and understand better the use the barn is put to."

He paused, waiting for her nod of agreement.

"I am part of a very exclusive club that meets here regularly. The man that Louise met the other night heads the organisation and there are three levels of membership. I am on the second level, bordering on the third, where I hope to be shortly."

He watched her face intently as he continued to speak.

"The club was set up so that people, wealthy most of them, they have to be to be able to afford to participate, can come here and practice domination and to be dominated."

"A spanking club,” Paula offered.

"Put very crudely, but yes in essence. Ordinary members finance the second level of membership and in turn they finance the top level. This farm, my apartment and so on..."

"How many?"

"Members you mean? Four Elders, being the top level, plus the Principal and eight on the second level, senators we call them, and fifty-six on the member's level.

"Wow! I had no idea that so many people were into this sort of thing,"

"Our membership, remember, is very exclusive and therefore represents only a tiny proportion of those so inclined. The privileged few so to speak."

"Some set-up you've got here,” Paula breathed in amazement.

"We,” the professor corrected.

"Pardon?"

"I include you now as a member, Paula."

"But I can't afford to ... just how much is membership?"

The professor shifted a little. “Twenty thousand. Not that you will have to pay anything."

"What! Pounds?” Paula gasped incredulously.

"Of course,” he replied emphatically. “Not in one lump sum though. Come with me and you will begin to understand why our members are so willing pay for the privilege of joining. I will add that we have more applications than vacancies. I felt it important that you see the club empty, before your first full club night, to be aware and to perhaps adjust to things a little."

The professor flicked a switch on the wall and the curtains began to fold back to the hum of the electric motor that operated them. A series of heavy wooden frames were revealed, erected in the centre of the curtained-off area, each having leg and wrist cuffs attached to chains and fixed to the solid wood of the frames.

Paula looked in amazement, as they walked through the frames.

"Upstairs is divided into two and has the same layout as this, with a frame for each of the elders in one half and a frame for each of the senators in the other half. In addition we have benches and other such devices in the rooms to the rear.” He pointed behind him to the set of five doors that Paula hadn't noticed until then.

Paula was stunned, she hadn't really known what to expect today, but it certainly wasn't anything like this.

"You're serious aren't you, about all this?"

"Absolutely,” he replied simply.

The professor pulled his sweat-shirt off over his head and began unbuckling his trousers.

"Tie me in this frame,” he said, pulling down his trousers and underpants together. Paula watched his semi-hard cock swing around as he removed his socks and shoes. She then strapped him into the frame, one hand and foot in each of the cuffs until he was fixed firmly and spread-eagled in the frame.

Paula felt a sense of power coming over her as he stood in the frame helpless and totally at her mercy. She rather liked this unexpected turn of events and she began to warm to it instantly, her sexual sense now tuning to the situation and rising within her.

Walking around behind him she looked over his taught buttocks. She cupped one cheek in her hand, caressing and stroking. He moaned his appreciation. Paula then dug her fingernails hard into his flesh, using all the force she could muster, delighting in giving back what she had received so often from him. He cried out and tried to draw his hips forwards and away from her, but her grip remained. Paula squeezed hard many more times and then released her grip to pull the blindfold over his head and set it in place over his eyes.