The Ice House – Did I Do it Right, Sir?

Victoria secures more one on one tuition. Can she get top marks?

Tuesday – before breakfast.

Victoria pulled on her blouse. It was snug and tight, but that was the plan – it was a size too small.
She snipped at the cotton securing the button between her breasts, loosening it until it was held by only a single thread.
That should do the trick – even if her choice of underwear went undetected.

‐————-
Tuesday – after lunch

She was heading across the College grounds, taking a now familiar route and making sure she wasn’t distracted by the flora and fauna enjoying the springtime sun. She mustn’t be late.

A younger, barefooted girl walking in the opposite direction passed her without a word. She was sniffling, carrying her shoes, wearing a bright red skirt and rubbing her backside.
Victoria knew exactly why.

She entered the Ice House with confidence. It was just as cold and dark as ever, but it held no fear for her. She wasn’t really in trouble, like the girl she had just passed. This was just a ruse she has cooked up with the Headmaster so they could have some private time together and he could train her to be a better wife.

“Good afternoon, Sir. Here I am!” she announced, standing casually in of Dr Lind’s desk.

“Ah yes, Blanchard. The last of today’s uniform defaulters. Let’s see why Miss Dunn has sent you to me.”

That was hardly the friendly welcome she had hoped for.
Lind had tipped her off about this morning’s surprise uniform inspection and she had failed it on purpose.
Had he forgotten their pact.

He flicked through files.
“Barnard, Beauchamp, Blanchard! Ah, here we are.
Blazer. Pass.
Necktie. Pass.
Blouse. Damaged. Indecent. Fail.
Brasiere. Pass.
Skirt. Pass.
Knickers. Unauthorized. Slutty. Serious fail.
Ankle socks. Pass.
Shoes. Pass.”

“Do you agree with Miss Dunn’s findings, Blanchard?”

“Yes Sir, but..”

“No buts. Please hand me the non compliant garments.”

She knew better than to complain but rolled her eyes as she handed over the blouse, that had now lost its button completely, and a small pair of pink silk knickers.

“I suppose you are going to tell me that the blouse was in perfect condition when you put it on, but the button somehow detached before the inspection?”

“Yes Sir that is exactly what happened.” It was true.
“I’m a… er growing girl Sir.” She pushed out her chest to prove it.

He continued, as though she hadn’t spoken. It was his usual way.

“But there is no excuse for these slutty knickers.” He gave them a sniff. ” Your Housemistress has checked your underwear drawer and assures me that you have several pairs of clean regulation blue cotton knickers available for use.”

“Yes Sir, but I thought I’d wear something different today.” That was true too, dut it wasn’t going to help.

“Well you know the consequences, Blanchard. Bend over my desk.”

This wasn’t the plan.
She had to protest!
“Oh but Sir! Aren’t you going to discipline like you did last time?”

“And how would that be, Blanchard?”

“Well, fellatio, Sir! I thought you were going to give me another lesson to help me improve on my “C” grade, Sir.”

“All in good time Blanchard.
I fully intend to give you further instruction in that regard – if you mind your manners!
Why else do you think I gave you the last appointment of the day.”

“Oh…”

He ignored her again.
“However, you failed your uniform inspection in front of your fellow students.
Now, whilst they might have understood my leniency if your only failure was because your swelling breasts had accidentally burst a button off your blouse, they will know something is amiss if I let you off scot free for blatantly disobeying the rules on underwear.
As Miss Dunn, correctly judged, this is a Serious Failure.
Your classmates will be expecting to see you in the red skirt of shame once again, with a newly caned backside.
So, I will not repeat myself again.
Bend over my desk and prepare to receive punishment.”

She knew he was right.
She’d been over confident.
There was no way her friends would believe her excuses if she returned to the dorm unscathed.
Lind had to beat her whether he wanted to or not. And, of course, she knew he wanted to.
She just hoped it wasn’t too hard.

He hadn’t made her bend over the desk before. It felt a little more dignified than been draped over his knees, like a child, although it was hard to retain your dignity when your Headmaster stepped up behind you and pulled your skirt half way up your back, to feast his eyes on your bare bottom.

“I will start with six hand spanks as punishment for your “indecent” blouse.”

Thud.

“Ssss”

It wasn’t hard enough to make her squeal. A sharp intake of breath was her only response, but she certainly knew she’d been spanked.
The other remaining five struck up bum flesh with a steady inevitability.
Lind wass content to restrain himself. This was merely the hors d’oeuvres ahead of the main course, so he spanked her shapely bum as one might slap a beloved old friend on the back.
Victoria’s bottom was warmed rather than burnt this time.
It made her feel nice.

However, there was still the matter of her “slutty” blouse and the second part of Victoria’s punishment.
They both knew that it had to be the cane and it had to be real.

The girl could see Lind’s extensive collection of disciplinary implements from her position on the desk. She was relieved when he selected a slim cane which looked lighter and less fearsome than the thick rod he had used for her last thrashing.

“Six strokes of the cane, Blanchard.”

It was the fewest she could expect and the cane didn’t look too harsh, but Victoria was angry with herself.
Why didn’t she wear her regulation panties. There was no need to put her little pink ones on.
The blouse button alone would have been enough to book her a return trip to the Ice House.
She had been showing off. She had been stupid.
She knew she was only getting six strokes, but she had taken six last week and it had hurt like hell.

Swish.

“Ow!”

This cane might have been lighter but it was thinner too and all it’s power focussed painfully into a tight, stinging line across her flesh.

Swish

“Ow!”

Swish

“Ohmygod”

Swish

“Ooooh please Sir!”

Swish

“Aaaagh!”

“One more Blanchard. Prepare yourself. You know it will be the worse!”

Swisssssh.

“Ooowww! Oh no! God Sir!”

She jumped up and rubbed her arse.
This would usually be a serious breach of protocol, but Lind chose to excuse it. He wanted to move on from the disciplinary portion of the afternoon’s entertainment.

He went to his desk and produced a bottle of water plus two glasses.
He poured some for both of them and sat down quietly.

“Take a sip Victoria, it will help calm you.”

She did.
He seemed different.
More friendly.
Not so stern.
He had never used her first name before.

“Don’t worry, the sting won’t last too long and there will be six clear stripes to show your friends.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“And some of the girls say that cane leaves a nice warm feeling that makes them feel good, in a special way.
If you know what I mean?”

“I think I do Sir. I felt a bit like that last week.”
She didn’t know why she’d said that, but she felt like she could tell him anything now, baring her soul as well as her body.

“Would you still like your lesson this afternoon?”

“Yes please, Sir, but could I finish my drink first please. I’m feeling a little dry.”

“There’s no rush, Victoria. I’ve cleared my diary for a couple of hours and I have another bottle of water.”
He spoke softly, maintaining his own friendly mood.

Victoria relaxed a enough to try a little joke. “Oh, is caning students thirsty work then, Sir?”

“Oh it can be, but sometimes I like to splash water on the bottoms of particularly recalcitrant girls, before applying the cane. It enhances the sting.
Not every girl is lucky enough to be allowed warm up spanks like you – however much you hate them.” He laughed. Victoria hadn’t seen him do that before.
She guessed punishment must be his favourite topic of conversation.

“Do you use all those canes?” she asked, pointing at the collection on the wall.

He chuckled, “No of course not. I only really need six or seven for day to day discipline as well as a few more for special occasions. Most are quite old and just for show now.
I think they add a little something, don’t you?”

“Most definitely, Sir.” she replied conspiratorially. “It’s a very frightening collection when you know you’re going to be on the receiving end.”

They laughed together, like old friends.

“I think I’m ready for my lesson now Sir. Would you like me to take off my clothes?”

———-

It wasn’t long until the naked student was on her knees, awaiting instruction from her fully clothed tutor – ready to obey him without question.

He told her how to undress a man.
How to welcome his cock, using her tongue and her hands to stimulate it fully.
How to tease and massage the balls without injury.
And, of course, how to take the cock into her mouth, pleasuring it exquisitely with her lips, tongue, movement and suction.
He promised to teach her to deep throat one day, but for now he was content to advise her on the best way to accept a man’s full load into her mouth and swallow it like a good girl should.

Victoria proved to be an apt pupil, willing to take direction and with a natural desire to please.
And Lind was pleased.
She obeyed him like his personal sex slave, complying with his every whim, touching him in all the right places, in all the right ways, fulfilling all his hottest fantasies and wettest dreams.
She stirred his loins so comprehensively that she inspired a prodigious eruption of cum and she swallowed most of it without gagging.
Admittedly there was some overspill, but this gave her the opportunity to entertain her man with a lewd display of tit licking as she lapped it off her breasts.

She knew she had done a good job, so she was disappointed when Lind told her he was awarding her a grade “B”.

“Only a “B” Sir? But I thought I did everything you said Sir.”

“You did Victoria and you did it very well, but it’s about more that.
It isn’t like your dance classes where you are taught the correct steps and you just have to follow them.
In sex you need to give of yourself.
Add your own personality.
Surprise and delight your man with new ideas and quirks.
It’s not always what you do that matters. It’s the way that you do it, that makes the difference.”

“Oh, okay…” she thought she understood, “but you did like it though? I did do it right?”

“Yes, I had a great time. You’re a quick learner with a very talented mouth.”
He kissed her forehead.

“Thank you, Sir.”
She didn’t know what else to say.
I’d still like to get an “A” though.”

“Well you’ll be wearing the red skirt of shame for the next 24 hours, and returning it to me tomorrow, won’t you?”

“Oh, will you let me try again then?”

“It will be my pleasure, Victoria.”

————–

So, she walked back towards the College, carrying the “indecent” blouse in her hand and enjoying the cool breeze wafting up her skirt, caressing her warm, buttocks while the coarse fabric teased her clit.

She had a lot on her mind as she tried to conjure up new moves and tricks to secure herself an “A” grade tomorrow.

However, her more immediate problem was how to sneak into the dormitory without anyone noticing that her proud breasts were covered by nothing more than a simple white bra…

———–

It was slightly less than 24 hours later when Victoria strode enthusiastically into the Ice House and presented herself to her disciplinarian and teacher.

“Here I am Sir,” she announced, hanging up her blazer.

“Oh, good afternoon Victoria, I’m pleased to see you are on time today.”

“Oh yes Sir. You certainly taught me that lesson.
Would you like me to Display for you Sir. I think you’re the only in the College that hasn’t seen me today.”

“Yes Blanchard,” he said, adopting his more formal voice, “Display!”

Shd giggled playfully and bent over his desk, flipping up her skirt as far as she could to reveal her naked bottom.
“I think you’ll find I’m still well marked, Sir.”

“Yes, I told that cane leaves a nice stripe, didn’t I.” He ran his fingers over the reddened flesh. “Is it still sore.”

“Erm not really, Sir. The sting has gone. It’s just sort of warm and swollen now – quite nice actually.”

“That’s good.”
He gave her a smack.
Not a sharp, stinging spank of punishment, but a firm, full handed slap of ownership.

Victoria moaned her approval.

He gave her another on the other cheek, leaving his hand in place, relishing the texture of her skin.

“Oooh, I like it when you spank me like that,” she purred.

He have her arse a loving caress, then continued until she had received six slaps, as usual.

“Enough?” he whispered.

“Enough,” she breathed.

He’d noticed that her legs were apart and slid his fingers between them to stroke her, already moist, lips.

“I hope you haven’t been showing this off in all your Displays.”

“No Sir, I only did that for you.
There was no need to hide it.
You’ve seen it before and you’re going to show me your thingy too, aren’t you?”

“Yes. If you still want to get that “A” grade.”

“I do Sir, are you ready to start.”

“Yes. Time to see how much you’ve learned.”

She asked him to sit down on his office chair and took up her place on the other side of the desk.
She began to sway, dancing on the spot, gyrating her hips to an imaginary tune playing in her head.
It felt odd, at first, but she relaxed into her performance. Growing in confidence and stirring her Headmaster’s ardour in anticipation of her saucy plans.

Her hands went to her necktie, taking her time to pull it loose and toss it to the floor.

The blouse came next, releasing one button, after another, after another until it was fully open and her bra clad tits were in plain sight.
She slipped the freshly opened blouse off her left shoulder, displaying a little more flesh before pushing it off the right allowing it slide down her arms and drop to the ground.

She wasn’t wearing panties so her skirt would be staying on until the climax of her amateur striptease. Consequently her bra would be coming off next.

She grasped a breast in each hand, licking her lips as she squeezed them and rolled them wantonly under the fabric.
She continued her dance, swinging her hips wide while she walked her fingers across to the bra snap.
She looked over her shoulder and gave a wink as she unclasped, then held the sexy little boob holder out wide, dangling in her right hand. With her arm hstraight, she delicately released it to float down tonl earth.

She didn’t turn to face her audience, but gave her bottom a naughty wiggle and used both her hands to slowly unbutton and unzip her skirt.

Lind had seen her bottom and fondled her pussy only moments earlier but he was captivated by her show and he couldn’t wait to see them bared once more.
He didn’t have to wait long.
She allowed the skirt to slide down her smooth legs and puddle at her feet.

She turned to face him.
Naked and unashamed.
Well naked apart from her shoes and socks, but she didn’t think he’d mind about those and the floor was freezing!

She made no attempt to hide herself with her hands, but happily displayed all her womanly charms to the Headmaster”s gaze. She strode proudly around the desk to look him in the eye.
Her deportment classes were worthwhile after all!

Lind’s eyes meanwhile were focused solely on the gorgeous pair of tits that were in front of him and getting closer by the second as she leaned in to unfasten his tie.
She took both ends of it, pulling it taut in front of him, with a snap.

He certainly hadn’t taught her these moves. He had told that she should use her imagination to excite her man, but he never expected her imagination to be this good!

She stepped behind his chair and told him to put his hands behind his back and keep them there. Then she pulled the tie over his eyes and knotted it into a blindfold.

She was now in command.

Lind felt her hands on his chest opening his shirt and caressing his body. He squirmed with frustration that couldn’t reach out and touch her. His torment grew all the greater when she rode up against his torso and he felt her hard nippled tits glide over his body.

She didn’t linger there for long though. She quickly descended to her primary target, opening his trousers with ease and ordering him to raise his hips. She yanked them down, along with his precum stained pant.

His throbbing cock soared into the chilly air, desperate for female attention.
It was warmed by Victoria’s breath, but he would have to wait.
She would take her pleasure and allow him his, but in her own good time.

She kept him in suspense until the tip of her tongue met the tip of his cock. It circled the head, before sliding down the underside towards the balls.
She cupped them gently then sucked one into her mouth. She didn’t keep it there for long – it was hairy and sweaty and she didn’t much like it, but it was long enough for her man. He loved it. If she kept this up he would be spent before he had entered her mouth.

Fortunately her teasing was over.
She grasped his shaft in right hand and brought it to her lips.
She took as much as she could and licked it hungrily whilst her palm pleasured the rest.

Lind hadn’t said a word, but his heavy breathing, his writhing, his moaning, his twitching, told Victoria all she needed to know.
Even as a novice cocksucker she could tell he was close to breaking point.

She went for the finish line
Bobbing her head, sliding her hand and sucking, sucking and licking and sucking some more. She sensed his spasm. She had taken him past his limit and was about to get the result she had worked for. She shifted his cock into her cheek in readiness for his scatter gun spurts.
They came: thick, hard and fast.
She milked him well, draining him to the very last drop and capturing it all in the side of her mouth.
He groaned with the pleasure of his release.

She pulled away his blindfold and looked up at him, demurely opening her mouth to show him the proof of her talents.
She swallowed it all in a single gulp, as she knew she should.

Finally she put out her tongue and, cleaned the head of his now flaccid cock, to complete her womanly duties.

“Well Sir, did I do it right Sir? Do I get an “A”.”

He took her naked body in his arms and kissed her. “A plus, plus, plus Victoria!
That was wonderful darling.”

She had an “A” and he had called her Darling. What more could Victoria ask for?

Neither of them wanted to leave and they remained in eachother’s arms for as long as they could, each hoping they might have further liaisons in the future.
However, for now, they had to part.

They reluctantly began to dress.
“You can put your own skirt back on now” the Headmaster reminded his student, “I think you’ve earned it!”

“What about my knickers, Sir.?”

“What, those slutty, little, pink ones?” he scoffed, “They’re against the rules. They’re confiscated. I’ll be keeping those!”
He patted his desk drawer cheerfully.

Victoria wasn’t surprised, but she daren’t think what he would do with them.

They gave eachother a final peck on the cheek and went their separate ways.

–‐———-

Victoria had never felt better.

Filled with pride and endorphins she bowled back through the grounds, as though she were walking on air.

She had faced a frightening, demeaning challenge that was so far beyond her comfort zone that it had never before entered her wildest imaginings and she had conquered it in a matter of days.
She was brave, clever, mighty.
Invincible!

And more than that she had taken a man.
A strong, powerful, cruel, arrogant man and reduced him into a writhing, moaning, twitching, spurting bundle of hormones and base instincts through the power of her sex.
She was alluring, seductive, irresistible.
A goddess.
A sex goddess.
Men would be her playthings.

She had never felt better, but something was missing.
Something she wanted.
Something she needed.
Something she had to have
Right now!

She lay in the woods, concealing herself amongst the bluebells.

One hand slipped into her blouse, pushing her bra away and freeing her breast.

The other went up her skirt to her wet and warm twat.

One caressed and squeezed and pinched her tit ravenously, whilst the other went to work molesting her cunt furiously.
Sliding all over those sopping, silken lips, playing her clit, like only a woman can and fingering her cunt, finding that G spot and driving towards climax.

She had never felt better.
Tingling all over, she hit her peak and came. Then came again.

She was in a world of ecstasy, oblivious to world around her. Failing to notice the rabbits alerted by her musky aroma and startled by her moans. And forgetting to “keep an eye out” for Mr and Mrs Magpie, feeding the newborn chicks, in their nest.

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