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Girls Boarding School, Masters RightsShe tip-toed into the dorm and made her way back to her bed, next to mine. I lay there eyes tightly closed, pretending to be asleep, listening for any sound, but she lay very still, looking straight up at the ceiling, as if mummified.I turned to face her and thankfully she never acknowledged my turning, so in the darkness I studied her form as she lay motionless.She was 15 and one of the older girls, boarding since she was 12, and now approaching her final year, she would be gone this time next year.I like anyone who was awake, would have known where she was and what would have to her, this late hour, it was common practice amongst the girls, there were so many of us to choose from, and the senior ones were the most favored.We all accepted it with an air of bravado, mainly because the older girls were in favor of it, so we kept quiet and just went through the paces, protecting the perpetrators, thus ensuring continuity and putting it down to one of lives experiences. I was ordered into the staff room on some trumped up charge of insolence in the dining room.He sat behind a huge oak desk, and as I closed the door and turned to face him, I saw his halkalı escort bare legs under the desk, from the knee down, he had removed his trousers so I knew what to expect and prepared myself for it.I had already turned the sign hanging on the door to show, ‘In conference’, a kind of coded warning to others, he was busy with a student, and did not want to be disturbed.’Clasp your hands behind your head’, he ordered, ‘Feet shoulder width apart’, he continued, breathing heavily as his hand was doing something unspeakable below the desk and behind the pile of books, just in front of him.’Give me a good reason why I should not cane you’, he asked softly, I had no answer, the g****vine had suggested this tact, so I just maintained eye contact, with a hint of defiance.He was certainly enjoying the session as his eyes would close and I expected to see him shoot onto his tunic, but he would open them again and look me up and down.’Take of your skirt and assume the position’, this time he shifted uncomfortably in his seat and I saw his penis sticking up from his clenched fist, so I was going all the way, şişli escort flashed through my mind, as I undid my waist-band and felt my skirt fall to the floor and I stepped-out of it and stood upright, feeling very exposed in my cotton knickers, more so as he eyed them, visualizing my flesh underneath.’I said assume the position’, he barked, I froze as I was not sure what he meant, and said as much, which seemed to fall into his little scheme of things, ‘Insolent little Cunt’, and as he mouthed it his hand jerked a little faster, ‘Take your Fucking knickers down’, and in a flash he was looking at what he ached to see, as I complied with the knowledge he was on the verge.I was surprised when he ordered me to turn and face the wall, ‘Look ahead and dont turn around’, at that point he got out of his seat and moved towards me, I wanted to look, but he ordered me to close my eyes, and as he took hold of both my wrists to raise my hands and arms, made me clasp my hands behind my head, and in doing so I could feel his penis press into my bare buttocks and slid forward as he pushed in between my legs.’Cross your legs’, he ordered, and I did sarıyer escort so, squeezing him tightly in the process, ‘Pain or pleasure’, he breathed into my ear, ‘Caning or Fucking, your choice girl’.He continued to hold my clasped fingers behind my head with one hand, while his other hand had descended onto my vagina, where he somewhat crudely attempted to masturbate me, with his penis sticking out from under my crotch by about an inch or so, and his shaft riding smoothly between my vaginal lips.’Do you like the feeling’, I had to answer yes and in doing so prompted him to discard all pretense and he bent me into a forward position and stuck his cock all the way inside me and came.He stooped down and retrieved my knickers from the floor and wiped himself clean then ordered me onto his oak desk, legs drawn up and open, he studied his sperm oozing from my open cunt, which he would periodically wipe with my knickers, and I would squeeze some more and so we continued until a final examination confirmed I had squeezed everything out. ‘Good girl, now show me how you masturbate, and I want to see you cum’, and he sat down facing me as I humiliated myself to orgasm, 12″ from his view.After dressing I was allowed sufficient time to compose myself and informed that from this day forth, I would be expected to fulfill my duties as a woman to his sexual needs and those of the other masters, as expected of girls from this high class establishment, with a long history of turning wayward girls into respectful obedient young ladies fit for society.

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