Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

At 10pm, I left the house and was immediately greeted by Miss Archer outside the door.

“Good evening Mr. Kelaway” she began, “I hope you are prepared for my particular style of punishment” she stated ominously. I started to meekly respond but she talked over me “you know that discipline is paramount here at Benlow and I intend to ensure that discipline will be maintained” and she smiled through her thin lips.

We walked the rest of the short walk to the gym in silence.

I followed her to the door of the gym. She stopped and turned to face me, the strange smile was still on her face. She instructed me to wait outside whilst she entered the gym and closed the door. I did so and a minute later she returned closing the door behind her. She began “Mr. Kelaway, do you understand what is about to happen?”. She was talking to me as though she were addressing a naughty boy – which in a way I suppose I was.

I nodded in reply, she continued “Once behind the door, you must accept my punishment, completely and without complaint. If you do, the matter will go no further and we will all be happy”. Her smile dropped, “If not, I will be left with no alternative but to expose you for the child molester and pervert that you are!”. Shit, but the enormity of what I’d done was now coming back to haunt me. I couldn’t even conjure up the image of Simone’s sweet ass to comfort me. I swallowed and limply said “Sure”. “Good” she said “Let’s begin” – she was smiling again.

She motioned to me to open the door to the gym and to step through. As I did, I noticed that it was dark in there, all the drapes were drawn and there was no light. As my eyes were adjusting I felt myself being gripped by many hands on my arms, legs and neck. Two hands tightly pressed my windpipe and while I was struggling to free my hands to release the constriction, handcuffs were snapped on my wrists. All of the hands left me and I almost fell over forwards.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

By now, my eyes were adjusting and I could see some thick sports mats were laid over most of the floor and a few pieces of gym equipment were standing around, the pommel horse, trampoline etc.. I squinted as I thought I saw someone standing by the horse – the lights were turned on and I blinked a little to adjust my eyes. I looked again and couldn’t believe what I saw.

It was Simone – bent over the pommel horse, her hands forwards over her head and tied to the legs of the horse. Her own legs were wide apart and tied to the horse also. She had a gag in her mouth and she looked across at me now as a helpless girl rather than a ‘femme fatale’. I called out her name but was slapped across the face by an unseen hand and a voice barked “SILENCE!”. I turned to see who struck me but as I did a gag was sipped over my head from behind and tied quickly and firmly into place.

I looked now upon the faces of seven of the fifth-form girls. Leila stood with her hand still raised, a crooked smirk on her face. I moved towards her but my arms were being held tightly behind me. Leila straightened and fixed me with a strong look and said “So, you want to give me the same ‘punishment’ as you gave her, do you?” and she nodded her head towards Simone. “Don’t worry teacher, it’s not Simone we’re all here to punish – that’s your prize” and the other girls all laughed. I looked up at Miss Archer who was standing away from the girls and saying nothing, but she was now holding a cane. I swallowed.

Without speaking to me, the girls led me over to a frame that looked like a clothes rail but was made of solid wood. Very quickly the girls attached the handcuffs to the top of the rail around some clothes hooks so I could move my arms but only a few inches in each direction. They pushed my feet onto the base of the rail and cuffed my wrists likewise. I was now standing on the flat base of the rail, spread-eagled and unable to move off it but I could turn enough to look around.

The girls moved away with the exception of Leila who stayed behind me. She put her arms around my waist and unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall to my ankles. Some of the girls giggled as my ass and legs were exposed. I was wearing white skimpy briefs. Leila grabbed the waistband of the briefs and pulled them up so that they slid between my cheeks. As she did so she whispered in my ear “Comfy?”. I didn’t respond.

Leila stepped back and one of the girls gave her a cane. I turned to look across at Simone – she hadn’t moved whilst all of this was going on. Leila swished the cane down and caught me square on my cheeks. I winced. This wasn’t the reaction she wanted so she turned away from me slightly and swung her arm with full force. I felt a shot of pain burst through me and I grunted deeply. She caned me four more times, the last time caused me to shout out. THAT was the reaction she wanted.

“Enough, Leila”. Miss Archer’s voice boomed out for the first time. Leila stepped back and I breathed in quick gulps waiting for the initial burn to die down. Miss Archer walked over to me and stood close. She rubbed her own cane over the glowing welts on my cheeks. “We’ll leave you alone for a while to contemplate your folly” she hissed into my ear.

She motioned to the girls who all ran over to Simone. Miss Archer whispered again “The girls are going to have some fun with Simone. If you make one sound of protest I shall thrash your behind until you cry for mercy – understand?”. Her voice rose at the end to emphasise the question. I nodded and continued to breathe deeply. I closed my eyes for a while but opened them again when I heard Simone cry out “NO, PLEASE…”.

I turned my head to see one of the girls pushing a very large dildo up her tight pussy. Leila was squeezing and tugging hard at her nipples. The other girls milled around trying to a better view of the action. The girl with the dildo was really fucking poor Simone’s cunt and seemed to be enjoying it immensely. I opened my mouth to call out for them to be lenient but as I did, Miss Archer ran her cane over my backside once more and said “Shhh, shhh”, as though to comfort a child.

I could only watch as Simone was abused by the other girls. The dildo was removed from her pussy and plunged back in right up to the hilt – and it must have been 10″ at least. Simone squirmed as it pushed inside of her. Leila was directing the activity and cleared the girls away from Simone’s behind. The dildo was still pistoning in and out of Simone’s cunt when Leila swished the cane down onto her backside. Simone squealed once but one of the other girls took the discarded panties and pushed them into her mouth. I closed my eyes again. All I could hear was the murmuring of the girls, the sloshing of the dildo and the swishing of the cane.

I closed my eyes for a while and re-opened them and looked across at the scene. There were seven girls, plus Simone, all from Alban house. They were wild-eyed and excited as they watched Alicia dildo-fuck Simone while Leila caned her ass. I looked around the gym but the only other person present was Miss Archer.

Miss Archer stood almost impassively watching the scene before her.

“Oh my god!! Kinky’s got a hard-on” woke me from my reverie. I looked across and saw all of the girls laughing and pointing at my obvious erection. The girls were still laughing as Miss Archer spoke quietly, so only I could hear.

“So, Geoff..” she hissed, “didn’t you know that the girls have given you the nickname of ‘kinky’?”

I swallowed. “Kinky Kelaway” is possibly where it came from… the girls like alliteration” she continued, “but I suspect it’s because you can’t keep your eyes off their legs and young breasts, can you?”. I knew it wasn’t a question as the last few months had been torture and the girls had been ‘accidentally’ dropping pens or leaning over my desk. “The girls make sure to keep me informed of the behaviour of all of my staff” she stated, calmly. I sank a little but was kept upright by the handcuffs.