Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)
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				Title: <strong>Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 22:18:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 25pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Welcome to Porter Boarding School</span></span></span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://media.appliedconcepts.co.za/UHS/lecms/global/6b602bf2-cd95-469a-9e81-d375904e99e8/classroom.JPG)</div> At Porter, we strive for excellence every day. Our classes are designed to bring out the full potential of each student enrolled so they might be better prepared for a life of success and achievement. Nothing is more important to the staff than the focus of the students; this is a very important time for them, often where they begin to outline their lives, and it is our job to make sure they stay on track to achieve their goals.<br><br>You will find a variety of classes awaiting your children, ranging from English, Mathematics, and Science, to Art and History, all of which are taught by outstanding teachers with years of experience and a drive for teaching. Core aspects of respect and discipline will also be integrated seamlessly into course lessons, promoting character growth as well as academic growth. We also offer unique classes in physical education, ranging in sports from basketball to archery.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nyise.org/pictures/schermbuilding%20_455.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br>Porter is proud of its history and success. We have been nominated for awards in several fields, and have received the Most Outstanding School in the Midwest Award for five years running. We are happy to say that this is due to the effort put forth by our very own students, who strive just as hard to bring out the full potential of our staff as well.<br><br><br>We are excited that you have chosen our school to further your child's or children's academics! You have our solemn pledge that our staff will devote themselves to furthering their education, and preparing them for the trials life has to offer so that they may succeed to the best of their abilities.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Sincerely,</strong><br><span style="font-family: vivaldi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Natalie Winters</strong></span></span><br><strong>Headmistress,<br><span style="font-family: French Script MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Stephanie West</strong></span></span><br>Vice-Headmistress</strong></div>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 04:33:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/af/MissWinters.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Winters<br><strong>Position:</strong> Headmistress of Porter Boarding School<br><strong>Age:</strong> 29<br><strong>Appearance/Background:</strong> Miss Natalie Winters can be summed up in three words: tall, blond, and leggy. If that wasn't enough, her low cut blazers and blouses over peeking bras have earned her the nickname 'Miss Tits' among her students. However, one would be very foolish to call that to her face, as she is notoriously strict in Porter despite being so young. Everything is kept neat and proper under her hand, and everything runs smoothly and efficiently.<br><br>Quite a few rumors are passed around that she is a lesbian, having a secret relationship with her vice-headmistress, though others swear she dated men in the past before she became headmistress. At any rate, there is not enough evidence to support any claim. She remains the beautiful leggy headmistress, often seeing strolling through the halls with a wag in her hip.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 04:52:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/StephanieWest_01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie West<br><strong>Position:</strong> Vice-Headmistress of Porter Boarding School<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Details:</strong> 5' 6" (a little shorter than Miss Winters), 34D-25-36<br><strong>Background:</strong> If the Headmistress is 'tall, blonde and leggy' then Miss West is best summed up by the three words 'brunette, curvy and sultry'. A little shorter and plumper than her senior and certainly rounder above and blow the waist, Stephanie has a tumbling mane of wiry thick auburn hair (which she hi-lights or lo-lights every few weeks), piercingly sexy hazel eyes and a more approachable open character than Miss Winters. While Miss Winters might be thought of as the 'stick' at Porter, Miss West is definitely the 'carrot'.<br><br>Where Winters is neat and proper and orderly, West is somewhat disorganised, over-friendly with the students and humorous, her playful jokes endear the students to her but she doesn't quite have that edge of authority her senior partner so easily wields. She has an infectious if downright 'come to bed' smile. She will lounge back in her office chair when talking or even more informally, sit on her desk and swing one nyloned leg across the other, affording the student seated before her the most tantalising views. Consequently almost all male students and not a few females are complete putty in her hands.<br><br>Stephanie likes smart suits in 40s and 50s styles with well-tailored jackets with peplums, usually in silk and usually with short tight skirts. Her jackets button under the bust and reveal inordinate amounts of cleavage. Her blouses are always silk or satin and rarely white, she favours richer more sensual colours such as fresh lilacs, vibrant oranges, bottle greens, wine reds and bedroom purples. Sometimes she will wear longer skirts; pencil and hobble styles with kick pleats being common and on rarer occasions a knee length A-line which swirls mesmerizingly as she walks. It is not uncommon to see Miss West walking down a corridor, heels clicking, her large hips swinging and a group of boys, their eyes wide and gazes intently fixed on the swaying behind, following in close company.<br><br>Her stockings are always seamed and expensive and many a Porter student - both boys and girls - lusts after her. Her nickname varies from 'Miss Bubbles' (in reference to both her extraordinary behind and her personality) to 'Miss Vice' (or 'The Vice' - as opposed to 'The Head' which brings up equally naughty images in the boys' minds) to plain 'That Woman'.<br><br>Stephanie is rumoured to have known Miss Winters for several years, the two met and taught together at an Ivy League school in upstate New York when they had both just left teaching college. They formed a close friendship and an excellent professional working relationship; their differing styles seeming to get the best out of the students. Four years ago the two women moved west and set up the small private Porter School which caters for fewer students than the bigger private academies but prides itself on excellence and intensive focus for each student's specific needs.<br><br>The two women share a very comfortable house which even has a couple of acres which might be where the rumours that they are lovers have stemmed from. To the outside world though, this close living relationship aids them in their professional lives, all discussions and planning and future projects for Porter may continue at home which helps the ladies speed up the process of change at Porter far more quickly than lengthy staff meetings would.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 08:57:06</strong>
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				(http://www.filmjackets.com/TV_JACKETS/veronica_mars/s01e018/veronica_mars_logan_s01e18-002.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Kevin Hadley<br><strong>Position:</strong> Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Background:</strong> Kevin Hadley is a local student, a commuter - or "Commie" as the considerably more affluent boarding school students are fond of referring to them as - part of the outreach the school does to the local community. He is successful academically, and a member of the varsity swim team, but several of his teachers - including Ms. West and Ms. Winters - have noticed he struggles socially. For the boys, this makes sense - much of their bonding and relationship building is done in the dorms during free hours. But for a handsome, well-groomed, clever young man, he also seems to rarely have a girl on his arm at one of the dances. As far as they can tell, this is not rooted in a lack of interested young women. Rather, that it seems he largely fails to pursue them.<br><br>Recently however, a possible explanation came to light, in the form of an essay turned in to Ms. West's 20th Century South American Literature class. Terms, concepts, an understanding of the relationship between two characters of vastly different power that suggests he thinks about this...more than the average student might.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 21:02:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://common2.csnimages.com/lf/1/hash/150/824173/1/Milano+Office+Suite+2.jpg)</div>It was a busy day at Porter, especially for the staff. Headmistress Natalie Winters sat in her office, reviewing papers that would be entered into transcripts for the school honor roll, and there were quite a few potentials. The decision had been made, however, to keep the list to a maximum of twenty, so there was much trimming to be done. The twenty that were selected would be a prestigious group, eligible for scholarships for college and beyond.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Most of the papers were making her yawn, especially the ones from the science department, and this was only the first round. She would have to conference with Stephanie to make the actual selection, though they could find a lot of ways to make that more pleasurable for them both. It might make the process go longer, but she certainly didn’t mind staying up late with her lover, especially when fun and games were mixed in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sipped her latte, then placed a finished essay onto her growing stack. All of them had been graded perfect or near perfect. Porter’s grades were higher than average, which meant people would invest more time and money into the school, thus increasing everyone’s wages. It paid for their house, borderline a villa, as well as plenty of other comfortable trimmings.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The next essay on her list was a perfect A+ from South American Literature, by a student named Kevin Hadley. Natalie skimmed the first page lazily while taking another sip of her drink. However, a phrase caught her eye that made her slow her hasty reading and put her latte down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Kneeled before her…</em>” she read aloud, then skimmed further down the paragraph. “<em>Submitting to her will and desires with every fiber of his body, uncaring of his own well being.</em>”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now Natalie was reading the entire essay very thoroughly, which was filled with similar lines and words. What she was reading was in context to the novel at hand, but she was more than happy to read between the lines and interpret her own meaning. It wasn’t long before one hand was toying with the front of her pink and black silk panties. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; That itch for cock had come back stronger than ever. It wasn’t that Stephanie couldn’t make her scream just as loud without one, but lately, Natalie wanted a little spice in their relationship. She was sure Stephanie wouldn’t mind.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pushed out from her desk, tugging her obscenely short skirt down an inch, then moved to the door that connected the offices of the Headmistress and Vice-Headmistress, the assignment in tow. Stephanie was at her desk doing exactly what Natalie was doing previously.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hi sweetie,” she greeted with a smile, then moved close to her side and sat down on her lap, slinging her arms around her curvy frame. “Mind if we have a little chat?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 21:52:37</strong>
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				STEPHANIE WEST<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/eva-angelina2_crop.jpg)</div> It was another day and another project - reviewing submissions for this years honour roll. I enjoyed this part of my job because it helped me see right inside the heads of the students. Then again I saw positives in pretty much every aspect of Porter's life and livelihood. Even the dinners. And that was saying something. I lay aside a photographic class portfolio and put a yellow post-it on the top with a 'B' on it. I'd rate everything 'A', 'B' or 'C'. The 'C's went in the skip (reassuringly small I should add) and the 'A's in the final review pile. I set the 'B's aside to go through again with the intention of splitting all of them into 'A' or 'C' categories.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Clerk_officeInterior.jpg)</div> My office door opened and Nat came in. She was wearing a smart ensemble of a black shirt dress though it seemed (in her usual style) to have no skirt - just a wide belt. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor and I pushed my chair back from my desk and smiled. It looked like break time was here. And on very fine legs again too!<br><br>She waltzed over and seeing there was space between my chair and my desk, chose to perch on my lap. I slipped an arm around her waist and gave her a small snuggle, her arms going around me. I tilted my head back seeking a kiss and was rewarded with a very nice and quite long one. Not long enough of course and there was way too much clothing involved but work was work and pleasure was pleasure and right now, sadly, work was work.<br><br><strong>"Hello yourself. Sure, I can chat. What's on your mind? Want to replace the school uniform with thongs for the girls and jock straps for the boys again? Is that it?"</strong> I ran my hand over her small back, caressing as we talked.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 22:25:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://galleries.onlytease.com/531f/pics/01.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie giggled. That suggestion had been more or less serious, after she had gotten a little drunk one evening. “Not exactly, but I would still like to see that someday. Maybe for my birthday, with the staff, too. That includes you.” While Stephanie stroked her back, she helped herself to the front, running a hand just beneath the curve of one of her ample breast tucked tightly in her blazer. Easily the best tits in the school, and they were all hers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She waved Literature paper in front of the Vice-Headmistress and placed it on her desk on top of the other papers. “I found quite an interesting piece of work in my stack that reminds me of our kinks, and thought you might like to have a read. It might be a nice little break for you, since I see you’ve been working your cute ass off.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She motioned to the neatness of her work. Stephanie had always been the better organized of the two of them. More than once Natalie pushed the ‘drop everything and fuck’ routine, but she always resisted. That made her all the more desirable. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie shifted on Steph’s lap, and just like that, her non-existent skirt shot back up, revealing creamy legs, tight garters, and panties. With the taste of the other woman’s lips still fresh, she considered going back for seconds, but she didn’t want to butter her up too much. That would insult their trust. Better to just be straightforward about it, as she always was with things.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’ve been thinking, since I read that essay…I want a boy. You know, to screw around with. It’s not that you can’t satisfy me the best, but lately, I’ve been having a few urges. Just a few things I want to try out, you know?” She bit her lip uncertainly. “I know you aren’t really into them, so I just wanted to ask you first, sweetie.”
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 11:39:34</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Not exactly, but I would still like to see that someday. Maybe for my birthday, with the staff, too. That includes you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh, no, no,"</strong> I smiled, <strong>"Staff would have to wear something that retained a semblance of their authority... I was thinking corsets, stockings and heels. Only. And mortar boards of course."</strong> I hugged against Nat's warmth a bit while her hands roamed over my front. Really, the amount of time we spend fucking in one office or the other it was a wonder Porter was as successful as it was.<br><br>Today though, my jacket wasn't undone, my blouse buttons weren't popped open (straining as they were) and the bra cups were not roughly scooped up off me. More's the pity. Today Nat wanted business. Before pleasure I hoped. She waved some papers about.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I found quite an interesting piece of work in my stack that reminds me of our kinks, and thought you might like to have a read. It might be a nice little break for you, since I see you’ve been working your cute ass off."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Our kinks? You mean someone adding some submissive imagery and overtones to a writing analysis has caused all this?"</strong> I reached around her with my left hand for the papers and with my right copped a feel of 'all this' as I ran it up to cup her soft chest and gently squeeze wondering if I'd find a tell-tale hardened point at the tip of her breast. <br><br>As I touched her Nat squirmed a little on my lap and her wide belt rucked up to expose her stocking tops and the crotch of her cute pink and black panties. I knew this pair very well, having pulled them up her lovely legs and adjusted them into position myself that very morning. They had taken quite a bit of adjusting; I had to make sure my lover had comfortable undies on for her working day.<br><br><strong>"I'll read through it next for you,"</strong> I added aware that if this went on much longer the honour roll submissions reviews could be delayed another day.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I’ve been thinking, since I read that essay…I want a boy. You know, to screw around with. It’s not that you can’t satisfy me the best, but lately, I’ve been having a few urges. Just a few things I want to try out, you know? I know you aren’t really into them, so I just wanted to ask you first, sweetie."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh not that again!"</strong> I giggled, <strong>"You still on that 'I need cock' malarkey? Honestly dear, I can just wear the strap-on and fuck your brains out. That way you get a cock and tits all in one package. I'll even do some subbing for you if you really want to go to town. But we don't need a boy to come between us."</strong><br><br>As soon as I said it I saw the double entendre. I was trying to be half serious but suddenly an image of the two of us with a boy sandwiched in between, his cock in Nat and my strap-on in him while she and I kissed made me wonder at the possibilities. But no. It was not wise.<br><br><strong>"I'm not convinced. He'll be a distraction. Mess with our work schedules. And young men can have volatile emotions - what if he got all clingy and did something stupid like make a fuss - blackmail you or something when you dumped him? And heck..."</strong> Now looking down at the paper I wondered if I was jumping the gun. I was alarmed, <strong>"You're not thinking of a student at school? Are you?"</strong><br><br>Teachers and students doing it was one of the Big-No-No's of all time. I'd been tempted often by some of our more lovely and simply <em>blossoming</em> young ladies at Porter but had always, in the name of professionalism, suppressed my lusts and instead poured them out on Nat - and over her face quite often. I was quite aware that over half the school had crushes on one or other of us. Assuming a percentage of the boys were gay and the girls were straight I think that still presented us with a choice of around 150 to 200 willing young bed partners if we chose to.<br><br>I paused while the intense image of what a hell of an orgy <em>that</em> would be popped up in my head. All those delicious young, <em>tight</em> little bodies in a sweating writhing heap... Sixteen years old, seventeen, eighteen.... Gods... Really, my over-fertile imagination would be the death of me.<br><br>But, no. I pushed the thoughts away. It could easily spell the end of our careers and the end of Porter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 19:58:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It’s not the same with a strap on,” Natalie argued, though Stephanie really knew how to work a dildo with her hips. Normally, that would be enough to put her off the subject. “You can buy the best dildo you can get, ones that are freshly molded off a stud’s package. They look, smell, and feel real, and even give you a squirt of hot cream if you ride it long enough, but it’s not the same. But, if you’re offering to sub, I might just take you up on that…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally, Steph caught the reason she came in when she asked about the paper. Contrary to what newer students thought, neither of them were ditzy and titsy. They had the tits, but an Ivy League education went a long way. “Yes, the student who wrote this paper. Come on, Steph, read it. Mr. Kevin Hadley knows a lot more about domination and submission than it outright says. It won’t be hard to keep him trussed up in the closet when I’m not using him.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie shifted again, and this time took a full hold of one of her breasts, gently kneading and caressing it through her blazer, all the while pulling herself as close as she could, leaning close to her face. She changed her mind about going in for seconds, and planted a soft, intimate kiss on the Vice’s lips; forget about buttering her up once the cat was out of the bag. There was no way she was going to sit right on top of her without taking her fill.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Understandably, Steph was a little hesitant about bringing in a boy. Like she said, not only was it a little dangerous to involve someone from the school, but Natalie sensed she was worried a little more about losing her lover’s attention.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You worried I might switch to boys only, that I might fall in love?” she whispered after another kiss. “Sweetie, you know that with a body like yours,<em> I</em> know where the real deal is. I fell in love a long time ago. What do you want me to do to prove it?”
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 20:59:15</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It’s not the same with a strap on. You can buy the best dildo you can get, ones that are freshly moulded off a stud’s package. They look, smell, and feel real, and even give you a squirt of hot cream if you ride it long enough, but it’s not the same. But, if you’re offering to sub, I might just take you up on that..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"No, no,"</strong> I smiled back nicely, <strong>"Not offering to sub. With me wearing the cock it would be you down on your knees doing the worshipping my love."</strong> I held her gaze steadily. It became almost a blinking battle. I raised one eyebrow teasingly. She tried to distract me my groping my chest and then backed off by offering more explanation.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yes, the student who wrote this paper. Come on, Steph, read it. Mr. Kevin Hadley knows a lot more about domination and submission than it outright says. It won’t be hard to keep him trussed up in the closet when I’m not using him."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Hadley? I know him. I take him for Literature. Is that his piece on the South American authors? He did a critique of 'Pernambuco Sunrise' by Eduardo Rodriguez. About the nineteenth century rubber plantations of north-east Brazil. I know it. There's a scene between a slave and the plantation owners European wife. It usually gets construed as a symbol of white supremacy and got the book some bad press back in the fifties and sixties when the race riots were all the rage. But it's about submission. I know the chapter well. I'll read Mr. Hadley's work again. I've marked it once but not being desperate for cock like you are, my love, the subby overtones went right past me."</strong><br><br>Maybe Nat sensed defeat here? Or maybe she sensed victory? Or she probably just sensed that sex would weaken my resolve which is why she might have come down for a second kiss. This one was much nicer than the first and went on longer and was more... wet. I could feel myself becoming aroused. My hand left her breast and slid down her stomach to her lap, the fingers slipping under the tiny useless skirt hem to rest on the silky bulge of her panties. I gently stroked one fingertip up and down... up... and down... up. And down...<br><br>The kiss ended, but Nat's molestation of my tit did not, nor did my slightly more energetic fingering of her soft woman place through her knickers. Up and down... up and down... press a little more. Especially just <em>there</em>.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You worried I might switch to boys only, that I might fall in love? Sweetie, you know that with a body like yours, <em>I</em> know where the real deal is. I fell in love a long time ago. What do you want me to do to prove it?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"You don't need to prove your love to me at all my darling. I'm quite confident I have you <em>exactly</em> where I need you..."</strong> I smiled wickedly (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/StephanieWest_02.jpg), winking again to show her I wasn't being entirely serious. I knew Nat was as confident a D as I and I knew it would rile her to be told I was on top. When we played our games it was more common for me to switch to the bottom than her so when I did get to top her I found it all the more enjoyable. This discussion offered opportunities.<br><br><strong>"So even if you keep Hadley safely trussed up between playtimes... he still might blab his mouth off or even take pictures on his phone. Or go whining to momma. Or worse still the Daily Examiner. You'd need to take careful precautions... like the rope marks on his wrists not showing when he strips for phys ed. I have serious doubts darling but why don't we do some more checks. Maybe on his locker after hours and on the sites his school internet ID has accessed. Stuff easy to check on. Meanwhile..."</strong> I continued to less gently stroke her cunt through her panties, <strong>"Meanwhile I'll re-read his critique of Rodriguez and think of the nice things I can do with you in return for say... giving the nice Mr. Hadley an... interview? How does that sound?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 21:47:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Steph’s hand left her breast, but before she could feel neglected, it found the front of her panties and started to work some attention into them. With just a single finger, she stroked up and down the front of the silk crotch, just enough to push down between the lips underneath.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie let out a little pleasant shudder, than smiled suggestively. The stroking started out as a gentle tease, then slowly turned harder into something she could work with. It was <em>very</em> enjoyable, which made it that much more frustrating when Stephanie teased her about taking the bottom. The last time that happened, Nat had the rubber taste of a gag in her mouth for the entire next day, and ‘strap-on marathon’ hadn’t even come close to describing it. Plus, plenty of soreness on each of her joints, tits, and ass. When the woman topped, she meant it, which is why Natalie liked it when she did most of the topping. Control just got her wet.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Don’t worry about Kevin telling his parents. I’m sure after his ass is nice and striped during our first session, he’ll think twice about trying to get me in trouble.” Color flushed into Natalie’s cheeks as Stephanie continued to stroke. Her entire cunt began to fill with warmth, spreading into her body. “And the Daily Examiner? I think a few compromising pictures will keep Kevin nice and quiet. After all, he wouldn’t want to ruin his academic career when if his Headmistress accuses him of sexual assault. What would the entire town think?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If Stephanie was going to be that straightforward, Natalie decided to match her. She slipped her hand into her blazer, but found that it was too tight. She popped free one of the buttons, then tried again, and took hold of her ample breasts beneath the cup of her bra. It was a shame her skirt was too long, otherwise, she might return the favor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It sounds like you’re being a little more open than I thought,” Natalie said, working on kneading the flesh in her hand after another kiss on the lips. Her index and middle finger found the nipple, pinching it between them as she toyed it into hardness. “I think an interview sounds nice. You, me, and the boy…alone in my office. But yes, let’s do a little digging first. I’m sure you’ll be able to tell me quite a bit about your student.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 01:18:43</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Don’t worry about Kevin telling his parents. I’m sure after his ass is nice and striped during our first session, he’ll think twice about trying to get me in trouble. And the Daily Examiner? I think a few compromising pictures will keep Kevin nice and quiet. After all, he wouldn’t want to ruin his academic career when if his Headmistress accuses him of sexual assault. What would the entire town think?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded, <strong>"It sounds like you've been planning this for some time. Are you being honest with me my love? Have you really only just found this paper and cooked this plan up? Or have you been lusting after some boy-meat for a while now?"</strong> We'd not talked about it. We <em>had</em> talked often of getting a sub to live with us. Ostensibly, and as far as the town would know, she'd be a maid and live-in help, but of course the uniform would be much too saucy and the things she got made to do after she'd finished the laundry and the dusting wouldn't be stuff we'd want the town knowing about... hence why we'd never successfully found a suitable toy. Small town. Big ears. Wagging tongues. It could seriously mess up Porter.<br><br>It wasn't through want of trying, it was just an issue of being realistic about it.<br><br>Then again... a student we could effectively blackmail into silence. She - or in this case <em>he</em> it seemed Nat was sure of that - would be available for fun any day and every day at school and having him come to her office after classes would be possible and even, should he attend at the house one evening - even that wasn't unduly unrealistic.<br><br>So... not a live in 24/7 toy but one who was simply available when we needed him. It was not my ideal solution but it <em>was</em> an idea. It was just the whole teacher/student deal that made me nervous.<br><br>Nat responded to my gentle frigging by making suitably encouraging shudders and popped open my jacket and slid a hand down inside my bra. She found my nipple (which let's face it is hardly difficult) and began to none-too-gently roll and pinch it. I let my eyes flutter closed momentarily, my breath jetting out of my nostrils such that they flared. I have tremendously sensitive nipples and they get ridiculously hard and swollen very easily. Its totally dangerous to go without a bra. I mean I'm firm enough, but the slightest cold or the slightest arousal and <em>SPOINGG!</em> out they go. I take the girls swim classes and even they comment; it'd be fatal if I tried to take the boys swimming.<br><br>Another kiss followed and when it finished I could hear my breath rasping and feel the warm glow of arousal between my thighs. True to form my nipple studded up under her touch.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It sounds like you’re being a little more open than I thought. I think an interview sounds nice. You, me, and the boy…alone in my office. But yes, let’s do a little digging first. I’m sure you’ll be able to tell me quite a bit about your student."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"It's a plan then. And as for a little digging..."</strong> I did so with my finger, lifting it from her soft groove and circling the nail scratchily around and around her buried treasure... <strong>"Shall I dig here? Also, just so you know... if this is a race, I think I can get you to the finish line with my finger faster than you'll get me there with your hand."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 01:25:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’ll admit I’ve been thinking about it for some time. You know, just on and off. It hasn’t been much past a little porn from time to time. After all, you keep my hands <em>very</em> full.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie’s face flushed a little darker in color from Steph’s continued stroking. Her lover seemed to be reaching a similar state, judging from the pebble that was now between her fingers in her blazer. She changed her technique from sifting to running her finger right over it, letting the tiny lines on her skin buzz across it, interspaced with little flicks from a manicured nail.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She let out an excited gasp as the tender stroking ceased, traded for a harder and more aggressive scrape of a long fingernail. It went right around her sensitive spots, then right over it. She bucked appreciatively against her hand, wanting more as she tweaked at her nipple harder.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“God yes, dig right there,” Natalie moaned. She didn’t want to leaver her lover behind, so her hand reluctantly left the nipple, then slid down her stomach, working beneath her skirt. Instead of teasing, she went right past the panties, working her middle finger right between her lips and relishing the warmth and moisture. “Why don’t I help you catch up?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:37:56</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I’ll admit I’ve been thinking about it for some time. You know, just on and off. It hasn’t been much past a little porn from time to time. After all, you keep my hands <em>very</em> full."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Mm. I was thinking... assuming this all works out and he is suitable material... and the poop doesn't hit the fan and we end up destroying our own school... what were your plans exactly? Will he just be casual entertainment when you fancy something I don't have or would you be interested in being a good girl and sharing your toys?"</strong><br><br>It struck me that if Nat was determined to go through with this, which seemed likely since I'd been unable to divert her from her course, then her having a little virile young boy all to herself was something of a problem. I'd be left out. Of course I could scout out a dear little subby of my own, probably a girl but a second victim increased the risks many fold and I was twitchy enough messing with one student, let alone two.<br><br>Sharing seemed a good option, especially if we had him home at the weekends where he could play maids and be useful in other ways - we still hadn't filled the post of maid/housekeeper/painslut which had been open over eighteen months now. The fact our maid would have less up top but more down below while not <em>entirely</em> to my tastes wasn't an insurmountable issue.<br><br>Natalie bucked and moaned a little more throatily as my fingernail went right over 'X marks the spot'.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"God yes, dig right there."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Where my love?"</strong> I cooed gently, teasing her, <strong>"Here? Yes?"</strong> Knowing the contours of my lovers body so perfectly I knew just where her sensitive nubbin lay hidden. I set to work applying delicious pressure, scraping across the warm silk time and again until she began to buck more and arch into my touch.<br><br>Her own hand quit my breast and scooted down my front to work into the waistband of my skirt. When she got inside she skilfully skated over the satin panel of my garter belt but under the elastic of my panties to find heat and wetness and the complete creamy smoothness that comes only from waxing the previous evening.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why don’t I help you catch up?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I grunted and let out a louder more desperate moan, but controlling myself I fished into my clothing too and taking her hand drew it out again. Kissing the tips that were bloomed with my own fragrance and tucked the hand behind her back.<br><br><strong>"Uh-huh,"</strong> I shook my head, <strong>"I'm fine right now. This treat's on me my darling. I can bring you off here with my hand or, if you'd rather be more comfortable, why don't you go sit on my couch and do that lovely thing with your elbows hooked behind your knees? I'm ready to eat and I'm wondering if some fresh Natalie is on the menu."</strong> I ran the pink moist tip of my tongue along my upper lip, parting my own lips enough to let her see the <em>conveniently</em> blunt point on the top of my tongue piercing. I could dig for buried treasure so much more effectively with that useful rounded miniature spear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 08:58:21</strong>
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				Unaware of what is going in in the administrators offices, or indeed what role he is playing in it, Kevin Hadley goes about his day. Dressed the usual Winter Men's uniform for the school - slate grey sport coat, khaki slacks and a button up shirt, he stands quietly by his desk while his 4th Period Biology teacher writes him another absence excuse.<br><br>It's not that he doesn't like gym. Alright, that's a lie - he doesn't like gym, and continues not to understand while people on after-school sports teams aren't exempted from it. But he wouldn't be imposing on Mr. Royce just for the sake of avoiding another round of "50 Push-ups, 50 crunches and team building sports". He'd been trying to impress him all year, and when he got wind of the chance to take a week tutoring some of the lower year students in Biology - they were particularly interested in how Kevin had passed Royce's notoriously difficult Genetics exam - he'd jumped at the chance. Glowing letters of recommendation didn't write themselves.<br><br>He is also unaware of the trail he has left for the two curious women. He isn't dumb enough to have left anything of interest on his school computer account. Everyone knows those are monitored, and you could get in serious trouble for steering Firefox even slightly astray of what you were supposed to be doing. If nothing else, all that meant was he might actually be discrete enough to not spill the beans the first day. But, to two well funded, well educated and determined admins, there was still much to be discovered.<br><br>First, there was INTHOUGHT, the journaling program they had installed on every student's account. From the student's perspective, it was a secure place where they were encouraged to keep diaries, notes and the like. They were afforded time during their study halls for it - it was considered a valid activity for such periods - and it was at least in theory secure and confidential. What they didn't know is it also had a computer algorithm meant to form a 'Writer's fingerprint' for each student, studying their cadence, grammar and word choice to characterize their 'Voice' - and thus whether or not a paper was written by them. Getting a breakdown of <em>those</em> statistics was trivially easy.<br><br>Scattered among common phrases like "Porter", "college" and "finals" were a more interesting collection. "Domme", "Mistress", "puppy", "pet"...and both their names.<br><br>The second was the young man's locker. The War on Drugs meant such private places were infinitely searchable without notice or consent. While Kevin was busy explaining that they key to the exam was not to overthink it, a quick search revealed a copy of Anne Rice's retelling of the Sleeping Beauty story - her decidedly kinky retelling. Perhaps not the perfect literature for him, the protagonist being the wrong gender, but he took what he could get, and the covers were tame enough that they could be read on the bus ride home without incident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 18:21:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was just like her Stephanie to be a little tease with the choices. On one hand, she was perfectly content with sitting right on top of her while her busy hand did the work. That way, there wasn’t a brief, agonizing cool down while she shed her panties and got her legs up. However, you just didn’t turn her down when she had a pierced tongue. Whether on a bound sub or herself, Steph’s tongue was potent.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You know what? I think I’m happy right here,” she giggled in her ear. “As long as you’re offering a freebie, I may as well make you work for it. You know how easily I come when you get that tongue between my legs.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That wasn’t saying Natalie wasn’t helping her work at it. She was all but humping the sharp point of her finger, but Steph remained mostly in control of where the pressure was applied. Her lithe hips rolled back and forth, her thighs rubbing on hers as her skirt completely rolled up to her wide belt.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If I had known you were going to be this frisky today, I wouldn’t have bothered with panties,” she said with a pant in her voice. “Then I wouldn’t have to spoil my favorite pair”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The dampness was just beginning to work its way into her lips. She wasn’t dripping yet, but that would follow shortly. After Steph worked her over the edge, she very well may have to go the rest of the day without panties after all. It wouldn’t due to walk around school sopping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 19:38:58</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If I had known you were going to be this frisky today, I wouldn’t have bothered with panties. Then I wouldn’t have to spoil my favourite pair."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I wasn't,"</strong> I smiled, <strong>"But you were the one who waltzed in and sat on my lap and started groping me. I was fine until then. Well... as fine as I usually am when I know the most horny woman this side of the Rockies is next door and I have 250 eager, tight-bodied sixteen to nineteen year-olds to lord it over. How can you expect me to <em>not</em> be frisky in such circumstances?"</strong><br><br>As I talked and Nat tugged her tiny little skirt up which allowed her thighs to open I decided to take her up on the additional opportunities that flexibility offered. I slid one hand behind her back and the other to her furthest thigh and pushing the one away from me and pulling the other towards, I swung her around, lowering her back so she lay partly over my blotter (I had to quickly scoot my laptop out of the way). I ducked my head and shoulders down and lifted her nearest leg up and swung it over my head, grabbing her hips so that finally she was still sat in my lap but facing me, her spine and shoulders supported on my desk and her thighs spread every which way either side of me. I put my head down and kissed at the inside of one glass-nyloned calf, kissing and licking my way to the inside and then the sweet warm soft hollow of the back of her knee and onwards, ever onwards up the inside of her thigh until with teasing little bites I reached her stocking top and the soft warm skin above.<br><br>I nuzzled there a while, chewing and kissing gently at the rich tender acres of flesh between stocking top and panty elastic, the heady and very ready scent leaking from her moist womanhood making my head swim with desire. Stroking my hands all up and down her spread limbs and enjoying the sight of her incredible stockinged legs (the finest in school - tits were my league but when it came to sensational legs Nat's were incomparable. The fact I was free to wrap them around my ears any time I pleased was the icing on a very succulent cake).<br><br>I looked up at her again. <strong>"You didn't answer my question,"</strong> I reminded her, not wanting to go without her response.<br><br>My fingers slid up the insides of both thighs, one on each until, with a teasing twang of garter drops, I ran my hands around her hips, avoiding for now that area protected by the pretty pink and black patterned silk underwear and pushed her little skirt up into a tight roll around her waist. I leaned forwards to plant a delicate kiss on the matching pink satin of her garter belt's front panel and then on the hot flesh below it... then a little lower... then just above the waist elastic of her panties. Lifting my head to grin at her I looked down and was rewarded with the sight of a tell-tale stain of damp issuing from her core. I put a finger right over that damp spot and began to gently rummage about pushing between the silk-clad lips, to churn the wetness around.<br><br><strong>"Anyway,"</strong> I offered, <strong>"I'll take you shopping at the weekend and buy you a new pair. Several new pairs if you like. There's that new line of lingerie in called 'Midnight Hour' at that lovely boutique on Kincaid Walk. You know the one - 'Paradise', the place with the mirrored changing cubicles big enough for two."</strong> I winked at her again and locking eye contact put my face to the slippery front of her underwear and put out my tongue, licking her amazing body through the slick material.<br><br>Then the phone rang. It was right beside Natalie's head.<br><br><strong>"Get that for me would you darling, I'm busy"</strong> I began to scrape the tip of my tongue stud across her buried treasure again, this time rather more firmly while my fingers wiggled away at the spreading damp spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 21:44:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie let out another giggle of ecstasy as Stephanie swung her around and allowed her to lean back on her desk. She slipped on a few of the assignments she had been reviewing, but steadied herself to let her busy herself between her legs. Contrary to what she had just said, Stephanie didn’t give her much choice of finger or tongue and went with all tongue.&nbsp; It was a delightful teasing sensation to feel her warm tongue graze the front of her crotch, mixing the dampness with her own saliva. The studded piercing drew a line of harder pressure between her lips.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’ll hold you to that then,” she said breathlessly. Her hips continued to roll slightly in a slow rhythm as that stud went up and down over her panties. “But if that’s the case, you’re going to do some modeling for me as well, especially if the rooms are big enough for two.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then, like an ice cold shock, the phone on Stephanie’s desk rang. Natalie groaned and half expected her to stop, but she didn’t, instead requesting to answer it. She tipped back her head and laughed in amazement.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You can’t be serious…” But the continuous licking indicated she was.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie reached for the phone, small tremors through her body almost knocking it out of the cradle. She managed to grab it, holding it slightly askew from her erotic pose, then took a deep breath, trying to prevent her shudders from sounding. What resulted was a tremble in her lip from Stephanie’s technique.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“This is Headmistress Winters,” she managed to get out, sounding completely normal.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Oh, Miss Winters! I must have dialed the wrong extension.</em>”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It sounded like Virginia, the assistant physical education teacher, but Natalie wasn’t paying too close attention. She was too focused on keeping the panting out of the receiver.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Adam Sears twisted is ankle pretty badly in the gymnasium, and we’re going to have to call an ambulance. Miss West is the head of the department, so could I talk to her?</em>”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie rolled her eyes and sagged on the desk, then held the phone to Stephanie. “It’s Virginia. Sounds like an emergency.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 15:43:01</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>Smiling at Natalie and saying nothing in response to her shocked look I took the phone. I do love to tease... I planted my elbows out flat on her spread thighs, preventing her from rising and while I held the receiver with one hand and spoke to Virginia, with my other thumb I resumed masturbating my boss through her, by now, decidedly slippery panties. I kept my gaze fixed on Nat's face, my eyebrow arching in a teasing smile as she fought to keep silent and I fought to drag a moan from her.<br><br><strong>"Hello Virginia, Miss Winters is in my office. She is just going over some assignment papers with me now. Is Janet in attendance yet?"</strong> I asked. I glanced at Nat and smiled. As the other woman arched on my desk the 'going over papers' was quite literally true. Coming or going, it was the same difference.<br><br>Janet Vargas was our school doctor. Virginia would most likely have called her first but as titular head of the medical functions at Porter the buck on such matters stopped with me. I didn't mind at all since my position gave me the opportunity to stand in attendance on medicals and other situations where cute teen girls got bare before Dr. Vargas, as well as acting as the legal presence for two adults to attend when the boys had their twice yearly check-ups as well. Being second in command of a boarding school was a lot of hard work, make no mistake, but Nat and I had arranged things so that we each had plenty of perks to line every cloud with silver.<br><br><strong>"Alright Virginia. It sounds like you and Janet did everything right. I'm concerned the Sears family may make a claim so I'll be right over to asses the situation and take statements. I'll bring Susannah with me. See you in five minutes."</strong><br><br>I gave Nat the phone back and gave her wet cunt a final plunging wiggle with my fingers before I got up, pushing my chair back. I planted a last tender kiss on the inside of my lovers pretty stockinged knee before giving her space to rise.<br><br><strong>"Damn. I need to go. Don't finish yourself off. I'll do that for you when we get home... if you can last that long. And if you can't, well, I'm happy to crawl under your desk after classes this afternoon."</strong> I winked at her and went to the mirror and tidied my hair and make up and adjusted my clothing, tucking my breasts back into my bra and straightening my jacket.<br><br><strong>"It doesn't sound too serious but I'll take Susannah with me. She can advise."</strong> Susannah James was the school secretary but she was also the schools legal eagle, having handled cases out in San Diego a couple of years ago before being dragged here by her husband who moved to the Midwest when he started up a regional logistics and storage company. Susannah was a loyal wife and she and her husband had no plans for children. Finding her had been perfect for both Mr and Mrs James and Porter School - she had a well paid and none too demanding job near to her husband's business while we got an excellent administrator and a sharp legal mind with enough letters after her name to satisfy out business plan partners pretty much for free.<br><br>Injuries at school often brought the ambulance chasers out of their stinking holes but Mr and Mrs Sears were a nice couple so I wasn't too concerned there. Within three minutes I'd rung Susannah and arranged to meet her in the gym.<br><br>By the time I was going out the door, Nat had got off the desk and rearranged her own clothing though she retained rather more of a healthy flush to her cheeks than I. I stopped to enjoy a nice long soft goodbye kiss.<br><br><strong>"We'll finish that later, hm? And I'll check the Hadley assignment the minute I get back. Why don't you go and bring up the internet access records and we can share our findings later."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 20:23:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie bit her lower lip as Stephanie casually talked into the phone, still working the front of her panties with a diligent thumb. Her loins were positively burning from the continuous attention. She hadn’t intended to get this hot either, but talking about play time, swaying Stephanie into letting them get a boy toy, and just in general being close to her overly sexy form got her going.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which was why it was agony when Steph finally ceased and handed her the phone. Regardless if Virginia had hung up, she groaned, hard. Steph got up casually, fixing her disheveled clothes while Nat dropped the phone back into its cradle. The woman made an excellent teaser. It wasn’t uncommon for her to drive a sub to tears after a long night with her busy hands. Fortunately for Nat, she wasn’t bound and gagged at her mercy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think I’ll hold you to that,” she said crossly, sliding off the desk. “Though before that, I think we should deal with Mr. Hadley first. He needs to know just how I am when I don’t get what I want.” When Stephanie turned from the mirror after she finished smoothing her appearance, Nat snuggled close to her, wrapping her arms around the small of her back and pressing her hips against her. “But, I think you should be there for some reassurance. I don’t want to be the scary, horny Headmistress and scare our new toy away now, do I?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie enjoyed the long kiss that followed, the little whisper of tongue between, and the soft nibble of her lower lip. “I’ll have a look and see if he’s been to any naughty websites on school time. If he has, we can both give him his spanking together.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stephanie left, and Natalie went back to her office, smoothing her dress shirt, but waited to roll down her skirt. She slid her thumbs under her panties and tugged them down her long legs, then hung them in her coat closet, giving both them and her glowing sex a chance to air dry. Once her skirt was smooth and down, just enough to barely cover the tops of her stockings, she sat back down at her chair, enjoying the sudden breeze across her sex. With a small compact mirror, she fixed her short blond hair; it had gotten a little tussled while in Steph's office. For her face, she could just claim she was a little warm until the flush vanished.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;First, she sent a less than brisk email to the rest of the staff, indicating that the honor roll selections would be a little while longer. After that was taken care of, she logged into the network and began to pilfer through the names until she found ‘khadley’, and opened it, then moved to his browser history. Students could delete history locally from a computer, but there was no escaping the network log. In a few minutes, she would see if Kevin was being a dirty little boy in her school.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 21:37:37</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>The Adam Sears issue was minor. He'd landed badly on one ankle and lightly sprained it in a basketball game. There wasn't a spot of anything loose or dropped or spilled on the gym floor or anything that could get the negligence fingers wagging so having sent Adam off with Janet to the nurses station, Virginia's class resumed and I asked Susannah to file a report once she had Janet's injury assessment from her.<br><br>I got back to my office and telephoned Mr Sears Senior but his answerphone was switched on. I tried Mrs Sears' home number but that too wasn't picked up. I left a polite and businesslike voicemail for her and that was that.<br><br>Going back to my honour roll assignment marking I tidied up the rather scattered mess on my desk, reordered the pile of 'A', 'B' and 'C' rated assignments and the unread pile and then sat back with a creamy latte that Susannah brought in, crossed my legs with a subtle <em>swiirr</em> of nylon on nylon and began to read.<br><br>Twenty minutes later - this would be mid afternoon now - I knocked on Natalie's office door and went in. I returned the Hadley assignment to her pile of papers and grinned.<br><br><strong>"My word. He's hardly subtle is he? After you'd pointed it out and I read it again with an awareness of the submissive angle it just flew off the page at me. That section between Mary-Anne Estavez, the plantation owners wife, and the slave boy Michigo in the plough shed. Its pretty obvious that our Mr Hadley identifies strongly with the slave and to highlight the part where she removes his shackles and he becomes <em>less</em> happy rather than <em>more</em> happy was quite the incisive critique. Michigo refused to run away to attain his freedom and begged to be allowed to stay 'to serve my Mistress'. It's good enough for me. The writer of that assignment I'd say had a pretty healthy submissive streak."</strong><br><br>I went to her window and looked out as students from the baseball team and the cheerleader squads trailed back off the pitches towards the locker rooms and showers. Natalie had designed Porter's cheerleader uniform herself and I had to hand it to her, it was fucking hot. The tiny pink cotton pleated skirts were just on the cusp between cute and downright obscene. That senior girl Hillary Ambrose looked good enough in it to eat.<br><br><strong>"Anything interesting showing up on Mr Hadley's internet usage records?"</strong> I asked, tearing my eyes away from the pert Miss Ambrose's behind and turning my back to the window and resting my rear on the sill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 22:32:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I told you,” Natalie giggled. “A little more detail and you could write a porno.” She pushed out from her computer, swiveling in it towards her and crossed one leg over the other. Her skirt was back up around her hips, though the black and pink silk panties were once again covering her sex. They had since dried, and rather than feel the constant rubbing of her leather office chair against her engorged clit, she opted for the frictionless touch of her panties, a little spoiled as they may be.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The day had stretched on a little long so far, after Stephanie’s naughty little tease. Natalie was left to stew after word spread around that the Headmistress was a little cross. She got some more of the honor roll finished, though some of her judgments may have been rash due to the desire of wanting to slide a finger or one of her dildos between her legs. But when Steph reared her cute rear end and set it on her window sill, things got much better with her tits in the room.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned the flat LCD monitor a little more towards Steph. “I guess you could say I found a <em>few</em> interesting things on his account. I checked his browser history and nearly fell asleep; filled with typical student research for projects and tests.” She smiled mischievously as she took the keyboard across her thighs and typed. “However, I thought I should peruse his INTHOUGHT account, just to see what he’s thinking where we’re not supposed to look.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Technically, the program was meant to be completely private, but Natalie made sure it had a few holes. Her and Steph could open up any student’s profile and look at the generated fingerprint and writing style. Logged under khadely was a list of keywords, frequently used words, and work cites that technically were supposed to be confidential.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Under the keywords area spanned a long list of terms:<br><br><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;DOMME<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;MISTRESS<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;SUBMIT<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;PET<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;WINTERS<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;SUBMISSION<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;CONTROL<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;FORCE<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;WEST&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think Mr. Hadley is turning out to be a rather creamy little honeypot,” she said, scanning the list again herself. “My my my, some of these you could blush at." She eyed her lover with a grin. "It’s just the middle of the day, and classes are in session right now. Why don’t we go have a look in his locker for more naughty material?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 23:26:39</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>My glance was drawn to the enticing triangle of bubblegum pink and black trim when Nat swung her chair to face me and sexily crossed her legs. She had such gorgeous legs, on and on they went, forever. I loved to kiss them the whole way up too. Maybe later, if she wanted it, I'd crawl between them and eat an early dinner.<br><br>She showed me the screen and the results of her searching. The recurring keywords were incredibly revealing. The top most frequent occurrences were pretty normal but secreted away in a middle band of regular usage as though he used these terms as code words to stand in for something else were a medium length list of unmistakably suspect terms. The fact that both our surnames were in there was the most revealing piece of the puzzle.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think Mr. Hadley is turning out to be a rather creamy little honeypot. My my my, some of these you could blush at."<br><br>"It’s just the middle of the day, and classes are in session right now. Why don’t we go have a look in his locker for more naughty material?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I double checked the word list again. <strong>"Puppy?"</strong> I said, waggling an eyebrow at Nat. I stood up, smiling. <strong>"Sure. We can explain it under one of our regular drug policing raids."</strong><br><br>Though to be honest we owned the school and within the privacy laws could do as we pleased. Even on the borderline of said laws we could quite easily justify more dubious actions.<br><br><strong>"Lets go then."</strong> I bent my head and kissed her thigh just above the knee, giving her warm flesh a little playful nuzzle. From that angle she'd be able to see right down my cleavage and everything that my turquoise blue demi revealed. <strong>"And speaking of creamy honey pots, how's yours my darling? Still all hot and moisty are we? I bet you need some TLC to ease away your long hard day, hm?"</strong><br><br>* * * * * *<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/xxxsasha000/books%20for%20sale/THECLAIMINGOFSLEEPINGBEAUTYbyAnneRi.jpg?1279487051)</div>Five minutes later were we in the entrance hall among the many lockers. Nat had identified his from the key records held in the student registration files. No-one was around though we had no particular reason to be secretive. Locker 503 was one among many faceless others. I slid in my passkey and paused. <em>Oh?</em> I studied the steel tag with the locker number on it more closely. Someone had scraped away the black painted upper curve of the 'zero' and with an indelible pen had added a vertical to the left of the '3'. The locker number was no longer three digits but the word '5UB'. I tapped a red-painted nail to the number and gave Nat a sly smile.<br><br>I opened the door. Inside was a general messy pile of boyish things, books, files papers and clutter. I saw the spine of a pink coloured paperback which didn't look from it's artwork to be a textbook. I slid it out. My eyes widened.<br><br><strong>"My word."</strong> I showed the cover to Nat. <strong>"Have you read this? It's all about slavery and submission. Pure BDSM from cover to cover. There's femdom in here too and some pretty cruel and harsh tortures and punishments, even some homosexual rape. Well this is icing. Icing on the cake. And... this?"</strong><br><br>I pulled out a loose sheaf of curled papers, rolled almost into a tube and somewhat dog-eared. They were the printed pages of a website store. I flipped through them and saw many familiar images. I knew this store. Nat and I both did, we'd shopped online here before, several times. The pages printed out seemed to be from the male chastity range as well as cock and ball torture devices and... butt plugs. Both my eyebrows shot up at this last discovery. I handed the sheaf of pages to Nat with a crooked smile and both eyebrows still very definitely airborne.<br><br><strong>"Bingo. Extreme Restraints dot com forward slash cock-and-ball-toys. I feel like a successful Forty-Niner on the Klondike River."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 00:33:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think my long, hard day needs something else long and hard after your little work out,” Natalie said as she stood up, then circled a hand around Stephanie’s waist to accompany her. “Why don’t we let Mr. Hadley take care of that, since he seems to be the root of all my frustration. Don’t worry, you can join in too.”<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie raised an eyebrow in return when Steph pointed to the vandalized locker tag. Kevin seemed to be all but crying out for attention now. How could it be that a boy like him had been in their school the whole time? She added it to the mental note of things to his growing list he was going to answer for. Inappropriate writing, perverted computer time, and now vandalism. Each one of those would be a hefty punishment to keep him nice and quiet.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Steph showed her the book after she keyed the locker open, she all but laughed in surprised. “I’ve heard of it, though I haven’t gotten the chance to read it.” She took the book from her, paging through a few chapters while she continued to dig. Icing was right; every page held some kind of scene or reference to domination and submission. “I guess we can tack him being a minor owning pornography in school top of everything.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The surprises continued out of Kevin’s perverted locker as Stephanie pulled out a roll of papers, all with pictures of erotic restraint where they purchased most of their toys. The boy seemed to have no limits to what he was into or what he wanted. Fine by her. That just left them with more play time.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well, at least he has excellent taste,” she said. Tucking the book and pages of smut under her arm, she once again hooked her other around the Vice’s waist. “I think Sixty-Niner is a better number for you, sweetie, but I don’t think you should start screaming ‘Eureka’. Do you think we should call Mr. Hadley to my office at the end of the period? School’s almost out, and I bet we are going to need a lot of time to discuss this little situation with him. It will give a chance for the nosy staff and students to leave before we get serious.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they walked back to their offices, Natalie’s hand resting on the curve of Stephanie’s hip as they wagged down the empty hall, Nat tried to take note of what she had in the back of her locked coat closet. It wasn’t nearly the arsenal she and Steph possessed back home and took to the club, but she was certain she had several bundles of rope and restraints, a few gags, for sure one riding crop, and a few vibrators. Steph might have more, but she wasn’t sure. At any rate, they were going to have to do some shopping, starting with some of the items tucked under her hand, perfect for a boy like Kevin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 01:01:02</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think my long, hard day needs something else long and hard after your little work out. Why don’t we let Mr. Hadley take care of that, since he seems to be the root of all my frustration. Don’t worry, you can join in too."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I'm curious to see how long and how hard young Mr. Hadley is. I'll be annoyed if he's longer than my largest strap-on - and surprised. I'll have to get you to buy me a bigger one just so I can... Stay. On. Top."</strong> I patted Natalie's soft rump three times to reinforce my need to be top girl around the place, moreso than any boy.<br><br>* * * * * *<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think Sixty-Niner is a better number for you, sweetie, but I don’t think you should start screaming ‘Eureka’. Do you think we should call Mr. Hadley to my office at the end of the period? School’s almost out, and I bet we are going to need a lot of time to discuss this little situation with him. It will give a chance for the nosy staff and students to leave before we get serious."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Let's get Susannah to put out a call for him at the end of school. That'll give the poor dear thirty minutes to sweat about it before end of last period."</strong><br><br>Natalie and I returned to her office and she checked her supply cupboard. I went into my office then stuck my head around the connecting door. <strong>"Hi, Susannah. Would you please put a call out on the PA for student Kevin Hadley to come to the HeadMistress' office immediately after end of last class? Thanks."</strong><br><br>I ducked back into my room and had a look in my lower shelves for anything useful. My strapon (which might be handy), two sets of leather cuffs and sundry padlocks. A steel spreader bar, a couple of gags, some soft cotton rope, a butt plug and some vibes. My small leather flogger and my nice light whippy cane. You can't be a proper school ma'am without a cane I always say. Apart from the cuffs, spreader and the plug there wasn't much specifically useful today. I took the butt plug through to the staff wash room and cleaned it thoroughly with anti-bacterial wash and extremely hot water. I liked to keep our internal toys separate for each of us. Mine were all flesh coloured while Nats were black. This one was one of mine. I often liked to wear it around school all day, a bit of mild anal stretching torture got me going fast. If things panned out, young Mr Hadley would be getting his own set of equipment. Of course he'd have to pay for it, I wasn't planning on treating him to pressies, but I'd be willing to do the shopping and charge the cost to his account.<br><br>I gathered up the few items I thought useful and which wouldn't duplicate Nat's store of goodies and took them through into her office, adding them to her cupboard. I retained the light cane in my hand flicking it a few times experimentally. It made a very satisfying <em>SWIT!</em> sound through the air. Just that sound got me excited.<br><br>I checked my watch, <strong>"He should be here in a few minutes,"</strong> I said and chose a perch with my rear on the windowsill again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 01:38:03</strong>
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				<strong>Kevin:</strong><br><br>"It's like you guys aren't even taking his class. He's seriously not that much of a jerk. If your answer is contingent on the solution being something that...obtuse, then it isn't the right answer." He sighs softly. "Yes, I get that it'll explain the data, but that doesn't mean its the right answer. It's a game right, you just have to work backwards. And your answer isn't it."<br><br>For a brief instant, Kevin regrets agreeing to talk to the students. Yeah, he did well on the test, but this is just absurd. The announcement over the PA system didn't make it any better. What the hell did they want with him? To the best of his knowledge, he hadn't broken any rules recently - certainly not ones that needed him called down to the office after school. That was hardly reassuring - it just meant he spent the next half an hour agonizing about what he had done that had apparently slipped his mind entirely.<br><br>Five minutes after school is out, he makes his way to the Headmistress' office, knocking quietly on the door. "Ms. Winters? The PA said I needed to report to your office after class..." His voice sounds hesitant, almost reluctant. What the hell did she want? In truth, it was never entirely bad to be called to her office - the Headmistress was stunning, as was her subordinate. Still, beautiful women in office attire - something he had a weakness for - hardly offset the looming sense of dread.<br><br>What had he done?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 05:47:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(http://timdir.com/amy_green_glamour_lingerie/amy_green_7968.jpg)</div>“Yes, Mr. Hadley, you were summoned,” Natalie said in a firm tone, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her lips. She opened the door for him wider and waved for him to come in. As soon as he was through, she clicked the lock on the door. “Why don’t you have a seat? The Vice-Headmistress and I need to discuss some things with you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gestured to the comfortable chairs in front of her desk reserved for visitors to the office. Stephanie parked herself near the window to the side again, and Natalie, instead of taking her place behind her desk, chose to lean on the edge of it, just in front of him. Her skirt behaved for the most part, giving him a tasty view of her garter straps.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kevin was definitely one of those cute high school boys that she could simply eat up. The Porter uniform made him look outstanding and academic, not to mention handsome. He was completely trimmed and groomed, unlike some of the other students she could name, and was well built, Steph having said he was one of the top swimmers on the swim team. Thinking of him in a Speedo and less was simply delicious.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Even more arousing was the thought of their toys stashed just behind her desk.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I had the good fortune of reading your essay on ‘Pernambuco Sunrise’. You have quite a talent for writing.” She lifted up his assignment, which she had laying on her desk, and gave it a little wave. “A perfect score, even. However, I noticed some things between the lines that are just a wee bit unacceptable. You see, Porter holds itself in <em>very</em> high standards, and I simply cannot tolerate the amount of smut in this assignment.”<br><br>Natalie turned to Stephanie. “Isn’t that right, Miss West? What, do you think, would the other teachers say if they read this essay?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 14:19:43</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/StephanieWest_Avatar_01.jpg)</div> I remained parked against the windowsill, my ankles comfortably crossed, my cane in my hand laying down my leg hidden behind some folds of my long loose black skirt.<br><br><strong>"Technically, Kevin, it is excellent work. We cannot fault your assignment on the analysis or grammar or methodology. You select elements of the relationships between the main protagonists in the story and use them exhaustively to promote and support your argument. Unfortunately the focus of your piece falls outside the academically valid forms of critiquing Rodriguez' work. While a breakdown of the white supremacy elements or the racist content in the work, or even a study of the struggle of the slaves set against the comparable background of the rebellion of the Antuozano Tribes of Brazil's north-east Amazon basin in the 1870s would all fall into acceptable literary cases for study... the particular angle you chose does not."</strong><br><br>I wasn't smiling, not a bit of it.<br><br><strong>"Your study is one of the actual perception of slavery itself. But not even the exploitative or illegal elements of it. No, your work is a study of submission. Of bondage. Of feminine domination in the character of the plantation owner's wife. I personally am curious why you chose to take a major South American literary work and use it as a framework to promote what comes across as a personal preference for domination and submission. Particularly, it would seem, given your close study of the motives of the young slave Michigo and your self-identification with him, the latter."</strong><br><br>I leaned forward and tapped my cane lightly against my calf.<br><br><strong>"This is serious Kevin. The work in this form while technically accomplished is, as a response to the assignment set, wholly unacceptable. Unless of course you had a motive for placing onto our desks a well written piece clearly promoting your preference to be dominated by women. Do you have anything to say?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 03:45:34</strong>
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				Kevin took a moment as he sat down to admire Natalie's legs, showcased rather well in her skirt and stockings. Say what you would about the two administrators, but my could they both <em>dress</em>. He takes a seat in the chair, going from looking nervous, to outright skeptical, back to nervous and rather intimidated as the two of them lay out a fairly direct, and intimidating set of charges.<br><br><em>"A framework to promote?" - "Clearly promoting my preference" - "SMUT"!?</em><br><br>He frowned, clearly nervous, looking at both of them. "I...it's not smut. It's one of the major relationships in the book, and it wasn't ever discussed. Not once in class, and it's treated as perfectly natural in the book that the owner's wife has this outlet for herself that keeps her secret, and does what she says without hesitation without any natural <em>reason</em> to. She can't hand him over to her husband without exposing her own dalliances, she isn't rewarding him with a better position...it just happens. It would be like reading something by James Joyce, and noone, not once, mentioning 'Oh, by the way, the Irish are Catholic'. It's a huge part of the story, part of both those characters, that apparently he's doing this out of devotion - I thought it was worth writing about. Any sexual preferences I have didn't really factor into it."<br><br>The boy clearly wasn't submissive enough to just wilt, which might actually amount to a refreshing change for the two women - something handsome, but with a mind, squirming by their feet.<br><br>"I wrote the best essay I could under my understanding of the assignment. If you'd like me to rewrite it, or if I'm going to take a hit for it on my grade, I'll understand."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 04:34:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie gave an amused little chuckle. “Oh, if your essay was the only concern we had, then that’s exactly what you’d be doing. There were a few other things we decided to look into as well after Miss West and I indulged in your expertise in literature.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She shot Stephanie a hidden wink as she got up from her lean and went to her filing cabinet. The evidence lifted from his locker, along with a printout of what was found in his INTHOUGHT account was safely stashed inside. She returned to her authoritative position in front of her student, placing the material next to her. First she held up the book.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Erotic literature, though in no way pornography, is unacceptable within our school’s walls.” She held up the webpages from EroticRestraint.com next. “Though bringing in actual pornography is. <em>This</em> is grounds for suspension, not to mention a lawsuit. Would you care to explain why both mine and Miss West’s name came up in your INTHOUGHT account? That, Mr. Hadley, could be interpreted as stalking.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She set his pile of smut next to her on the desk again, the papers weighted down by the book. “Oh, and I should add that vandalizing school property, your locker, is also grounds for punishment,” she added dryly, folding her arms in front of her. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself? As Miss West said, this is serious. Very serious, in fact.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 14:17:16</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>I said nothing at this point, merely watched and enjoyed the interview and the direction it was taking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 05:58:12</strong>
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				Kevin sat back in his seat, looking a little pale and considerably more trapped. But there's something wrong with this - how they've approached it. Maybe they came on too strong. Maybe he just got a feeling.<br><br>He leaned back in the chair, his look and tone changing slightly. He folded his hands in his lap, looking contemplative for a moment. Sighing, he began to address their accusations.<br><br>"First, I didn't vandalize school property. You've clearly been digging enough that it's probably best I make sure I'm only accused of things I actually did. Assuming you're talking about the defacing of the number plate on my locker - not my doing. I could speculate as to who it was, but I can't tell you for sure. Second, the material in question wasn't read on school property. I'm a commuting student, you both know that, so things get carried in my backpack."<br><br>He looked somewhat defeated, clever blue eyes flicking to both of the women in the office. "You've clearly done enough digging that this is a personal interest," he refrained from using the word 'Witch hunt', though it might have sufficed, "and between the two of you, even if all of this was entirely a work of fiction, you could get me expelled, or failed out, anyway. So may I ask what is it you're looking *for*, and what you intend to do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 15:13:26</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>I sighed at his explanations. He was making me cross, he was much too lippy for my taste. I folded my arms under my bust which brought my cane into view. I now had my ankles as well as my arms crossed, if he didn't get the body language soon he would be placing himself in big trouble. Big Trouble.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"First, I didn't vandalize school property. You've clearly been digging enough that it's probably best I make sure I'm only accused of things I actually did. Assuming you're talking about the defacing of the number plate on my locker - not my doing. I could speculate as to who it was, but I can't tell you for sure."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I lifted a hand to make him pause at that point, <strong>"Kevin, please. Headmistress, may I interject here?"</strong> I turned my attention back to the seated boy, <strong>"Go ahead please and speculate. Not just names but more importantly, <em>why</em>. Miss Winters and I are both quite keen to know why a person would vandalise your locker plate so that the numbers were altered to spell that certain word."<br><br>"In addition Kevin, while the vandalism may not have been of your doing <em>you</em> failed to report it. You seem content to continue at Porter with your locker number converted to a rather humiliating word. Of course the word can mean other things but given the content of your assignment I seriously doubt you wish your school friends to go about thinking you are a submersible marine vessel."</strong><br><br>I let him digest all that and answer the questions and then he went on further.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Second, the material in question wasn't read on school property. I'm a commuting student, you both know that, so things get carried in my backpack."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I pounced. <strong>"I don't believe Miss Winters said anything about it being <em>read</em> on the premises. The issue is it's here and that is bad enough. You brought it into school against regulations. I am of no mind if you read the Marquis de Sade on the bus, or Chunky Ass Monthly, or molest girls or do any number of other things in your private time but you do NOT bring filth like this into our school. Is that quite clear?"</strong><br><br>Having made that point and given him a chance to respond the interview moved on.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You've clearly done enough digging that this is a personal interest, and between the two of you, even if all of this was entirely a work of fiction, you could get me expelled, or failed out, anyway. So may I ask what is it you're looking *for*, and what you intend to do?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Pushing up with my rump against the windowsill and tilting forward at the hips I stood upright and walked around behind the seated boy, my high heels clicking on the polished wood floor of my lover's office, a floor I knew well, both to kneel on and lie on, my back arching in pleasure.<br><br><strong>"Your tone, Kevin, your tone of address. You are forgetting yourself young man. I do not take kindly to your use of phrases like 'digging' and the suggestion we are making things up."</strong> I stopped behind him and put my hands on the back of his chair at the edges of his shoulders. I leaned forward so that my face was quite close to his but a little behind and to one side.<br><br><strong>"Kevin, you are in an extremely serious situation here. Pornographic material in school is bad enough, your assignment piece is worse. You took a respected nineteenth century South American work and focused entirely on certain pornographic and sexual slants in one of the book's key relationships. You focused on the submission by the slave to his owner's wife. Your work is not acceptable but that is not the point. The point is I wish to know exactly why you chose to highlight a domination-submission relationship in a school assignment, why you read BDSM porn, why you leave online store bondage gear pages in your locker, why your fellow students would label you a SUB and most of all~"</strong> I reached in my jacket pocket and pulled forth a piece of paper. On it were listed in merciless black ink on white in a large font the suspect word list from his INTHOUGHT account. <strong>"~I wish to know why you write in your school computer account using words like these. They're not random single occurrences but occur multiple times. Miss Winters specifically asked you about this a few moments ago. That you chose to ignore her question did not go un-noticed."</strong><br><br>I put my face very close to his, well inside his personal space.<br><br><strong>"Please tell us, Kevin, why you write about myself and Miss Winters in such terms. Why you submitted such a blatant assignment piece."</strong> I stopped, waiting for him to respond, my glossy red lips, a little parted, only two or three inches from his ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 10:49:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=75057.msg3337391#msg3337391">Quote from: Haibane on 22-07-2010, 15:13:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">STEPHANIE<br><br>I sighed at his explanations. He was making me cross, he was much too lippy for my taste. I folded my arms under my bust which brought my cane into view. I now had my ankles as well as my arms crossed, if he didn't get the body language soon he would be placing himself in big trouble. Big Trouble.<br>&nbsp;I lifted a hand to make him pause at that point, <strong>"Kevin, please. Headmistress, may I interject here?"</strong> I turned my attention back to the seated boy, <strong>"Go ahead please and speculate. Not just names but more importantly, <em>why</em>. Miss Winters and I are both quite keen to know why a person would vandalise your locker plate so that the numbers were altered to spell that certain word."<br><br>"In addition Kevin, while the vandalism may not have been of your doing <em>you</em> failed to report it. You seem content to continue at Porter with your locker number converted to a rather humiliating word. Of course the word can mean other things but given the content of your assignment I seriously doubt you wish your school friends to go about thinking you are a submersible marine vessel."</strong><br><br>I let him digest all that and answer the questions and then he went on further.<br>&nbsp;I pounced. <strong>"I don't believe Miss Winters said anything about it being <em>read</em> on the premises. The issue is it's here and that is bad enough. You brought it into school against regulations. I am of no mind if you read the Marquis de Sade on the bus, or Chunky Ass Monthly, or molest girls or do any number of other things in your private time but you do NOT bring filth like this into our school. Is that quite clear?"</strong><br><br>Having made that point and given him a chance to respond the interview moved on.<br>&nbsp;Pushing up with my rump against the windowsill and tilting forward at the hips I stood upright and walked around behind the seated boy, my high heels clicking on the polished wood floor of my lover's office, a floor I knew well, both to kneel on and lie on, my back arching in pleasure.<br><br><strong>"Your tone, Kevin, your tone of address. You are forgetting yourself young man. I do not take kindly to your use of phrases like 'digging' and the suggestion we are making things up."</strong> I stopped behind him and put my hands on the back of his chair at the edges of his shoulders. I leaned forward so that my face was quite close to his but a little behind and to one side.<br><br><strong>"Kevin, you are in an extremely serious situation here. Pornographic material in school is bad enough, your assignment piece is worse. You took a respected nineteenth century South American work and focused entirely on certain pornographic and sexual slants in one of the book's key relationships. You focused on the submission by the slave to his owner's wife. Your work is not acceptable but that is not the point. The point is I wish to know exactly why you chose to highlight a domination-submission relationship in a school assignment, why you read BDSM porn, why you leave online store bondage gear pages in your locker, why your fellow students would label you a SUB and most of all~"</strong> I reached in my jacket pocket and pulled forth a piece of paper. On it were listed in merciless black ink on white in a large font the suspect word list from his INTHOUGHT account. <strong>"~I wish to know why you write in your school computer account using words like these. They're not random single occurrences but occur multiple times. Miss Winters specifically asked you about this a few moments ago. That you chose to ignore her question did not go un-noticed."</strong><br><br>I put my face very close to his, well inside his personal space.<br><br><strong>"Please tell us, Kevin, why you write about myself and Miss Winters in such terms. Why you submitted such a blatant assignment piece."</strong> I stopped, waiting for him to respond, my glossy red lips, a little parted, only two or three inches from his ear.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>He could tell he was pushing his luck, and backed off a bit, not wanting to alienate the two women entirely with his tone. He had asserted - correctly - that this wasn't entirely reasonable and just, and that was enough.<br><br>"My apologies Ma'am."<br><br>He sighed softly, looking a bit resigned. "I didn't think the paper was inappropriate - there wasn't anything pornographic in it, and the assignment was to write about a significant relationship in the novel. Their's was, so I wrote about it. And I didn't deface my locker - odds are it was one of my friends, a few of them, male and female, know or have guessed my...inclinations in that direction. I didn't even know we could report vandalism - I had it covered up with a magnet until the school policies about locker decoration changed."<br><br>His gaze dropped to the floor. "I'm sorry about the reading material - all there is to it. It won't happen again." Finally, looking tired, and forlorn, he looks at them both. "I did write about the both of you - I'm pretty sure nearly every boy and half the girls have. You're both very pretty, and important parts of our lives. I...I guess its a form of admiration." <br><br>By the time the "interview" is done, he looks like he's on the verge of tears. He's no model student, but he gets good grades, participates in sports, and has a disciplinary record that is best described as "trivial". But both of them are acting like he's about to be dragged out of here in cuffs. He looks at both of them, stopping at Miss Winters. "I...if you're going to expel me, I'd appreciate it if you'd just pull my scholarship instead. It will achieve the same end, and I'll at least have a chance at getting into a college afterward."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 16:59:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie bit her lower lip, but didn’t lose her trace of a smile. For someone they analyzed to take on a submissive nature, Kevin certainly had a little fight in him. He even seemed to be irritating Stephanie, and she was supposed to be the good cop in this little interrogation. Personally, she didn’t mind that much. Steph had told her countless times in the past to not play with her food before she ate it. But as their talk continued, he seemed to draw back considerably. Whether it was a defense mechanism or he was just playing them would have to be found later, preferably with the harsh bite of a crop or cane.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Miss West is correct,” she added, hands on her hips. “We could care less what you read on your free time, even if it was the most filthy, degrading piece of literature that existed. The fact that you brought it into our school is blatantly against the rules. Perhaps you don’t think so, but the regulations in your student handbook are actually enforced.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She moved forward a bit as Stephanie leaned in. With curves like hers, such a pose, even when clothed was almost pornographic. Kevin couldn’t see them from his current angle, but she greatly enjoyed the sight of her tits inside that blazer. Between the two of them, he was blocked from behind with tits, and the in front by legs.<br><br>Ignoring his flattery for now, she continued. “Now, I could write up a formal disciplinary statement about the locker and have you pay a hefty fine. This would also go to your parents and be a permanent strike on your record. However, I would also have to mention these other offenses, and correct me if I’m wrong, I don’t think your parents would take too kindly to what we found.”<br><br>She stepped one step closer, and did a little leaning of her own, just so she could give him a little tease of her own smaller, but still generous cleavage. “But…I think the Vice-Headmistress and I can come up with a suitable punishment that won’t affect your academic standings. After all, we wouldn’t want to ruin your chance for an education, isn’t that right, Stephanie?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 18:03:25</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>I nodded, though Kevin might not even see the gesture. He certainly wouldn't see the hot expression on my face right now as I smiled up at Nat and ran my tongue along my upper lip.<br><br>I then spoke a little more softly adding a small hint of sensual suggestion to my tone.<br><br><strong>"Yes, Natalie, quite right. What we can offer you Kevin, might even <em>further</em> your education, if you're willing to submit to a somewhat... unorthodox punishment."</strong><br><br>My hands on the back of the young man's chair moved and just touched his shoulders, a gentle hint of physical contact, seemingly almost accidental. Almost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 07:59:13</strong>
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				Kevin felt a little trapped between the two attractive women, pinned between them, the sensation...not entirely unpleasant. He looked up at both of them, his eyes wide and a little scared - a look that will become familiar to them in the coming days. They seemed to be offering him a lifeline, a way to salvage the largely constructed crisis.<br><br>"A...alright. What did you have in mind?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 18:45:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh, it’s quiet simple, Mr. Hadley,” Natalie said, smiling back at Stephanie and licking her own lips. “You see, we have everything we need to expel you and ruin your academics for the rest of your life, not to mention ping you with the police as a potential predator.” She waved behind her, where the pile of smut and filth lay neatly stacked on her desk. “As a result, you’re going to be doing exactly as we say, so it doesn’t surface in some nasty parent-teacher conference. We’ll just file it away for a rainy day.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stephanie phrased it as a choice, but she chose to lay it out in its simplest terms. It was nothing short of blackmail. Of course, there <em>was</em> a choice, but the other option was to utterly destroy his reputation for quite a long time to come, as it usually was with blackmail. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You see,” she continued. “Miss West and I are interested in bringing a third party to our little working relationship. One that has all the traits you’ve exhibited so far.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She squatted down before him, with Stephanie still looming behind him. She spread her knees, and just like that, her skirt shot up past her thighs, and she was nothing but pink and black silk. Her hands moved to his own knees and spread them apart, so she was staring straight at his crotch; she could hardly wait to see what kind of package he had.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’ll be very straightforward; we want a toy. A little slut we can play around with for our own amusement during our free time. You’re going to be our sub, because you want to please us, and you don’t want all those bad things we found getting out, right?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 19:40:52</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>I leaned close, my hands now not so much accidentally brushing against his shoulders, more... <em>holding them</em>. My lips were right by his ear. I whispered in it. <strong>"Bad things."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 02:22:06</strong>
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				Trapped between the two women, Stephanie whispering in his ear as she holds him in place, Kevin had very little chance to even consider, let alone resist. The Vice Headmistress could feel him squirm slightly in her grip as he looks at Natalie.<br><br>"Y...you want me to be your...? To the both of you? And if I say yes and serve you, you'll let this slide?" It is blackmail, and the boy knew it, but as is often the case, he couldn't see a better way out. Who would believe him if he claimed the two most powerful administrators in the school had gone fishing for evidence to bully him into being a sex slave? He certainly couldn't claim the evidence wasn't real...<br><br>Biting his lip, he nods. "A...alright. I'll be yours if you'll let this drop quietly."<br><br>They had him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 02:54:12</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>I glanced up and smiled at Natalie squatting and exposing herself to him. The smile was one of my filthiest, sluttiest looks.<br><br>To Kevin though I leaned closer still and nipped at his ear, giving it a sharp little bite.<br><br><strong>"Mmm, don't be so eager Kevin. We might still reject you... if we find you don't... measure up."</strong> With the last words I lifted my eyes back to Nat. I guessed she might want to make a show of checking the goods before she committed herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 04:41:50</strong>
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				The boy whimpered softly, trembling at the bite, his eyes locked on the tantalizing view of the Headmistress. From her perch between his legs, Natalie was easily able to gauge the...appeal...of the young submissive. While not massively well endowed - Stephanie's favored strap-on would remain on top - he was pleasantly sized, more than adequate for meeting her demands of him and his youthful cock - be it pleasure or torture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 17:24:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Measure up indeed,” Natalie concurred. “You see Mr. Hadley, it is one thing to want to serve, but it’s quite different from being <em>able</em>to serve. I’ll leave what that means up to you to figure out.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was difficult to tell just how big he was by looking at him. He hadn’t popped a boner yet, and even if he did, it would still be difficult. She reached forward and grabbed him by the crotch and fondled him through his uniform slacks. The only thing she was able to ascertain, however, was that he was nice and loose; he wore boxers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stephanie gave him a little nibble on the ear as she grinned at her. Natalie smiled back. Maybe her lover wanted to try boys out a little more than she thought. She had plenty of time to coax her in slowly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was clear she wasn’t going to get a good estimate of his size by feeling. She stood up, then hooked a few fingers under the knot of neck tie, then pulled him out of the chair. Holding him in front of her, she undid the front of his belt with her other hand. “I want this uniform off, Mr. Hadley, and do it quickly.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She released his tie, leaving him to undress in the office, and moved to Stephanie’s side, coiling an arm around the small of her back. “Well sweetie, I guess this is the moment of truth,” she teased in her ear. “But I think you’re a little too worried. A boy his age shouldn’t have a cock <em>that</em> big.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 20:06:58</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>Natalie gave Kevin the order to strip. Outside, passing right by the office door the sounds of chattering students reached us as they finished school and made their way home. Soon the place would be empty... like a tomb, and offering some interesting play opportunities.<br><br>My lover swayed over to me and slid her arm round my waist. I reciprocated and turned to her, kissing her softly as she spoke.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well sweetie, I guess this is the moment of truth. But I think you’re a little too worried. A boy his age shouldn’t have a cock <em>that</em> big."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Hm, well, if it <em>is</em> that big I'm not worried. I'll just have to go online and buy an even bigger strap-on won't I? I am not going to make do in this relationship with the smallest dick. While I'm there I might buy some boy-specific toys.. in fact we need to anyway, looks like you'll need them."</strong><br><br>I bumped my hip against hers again and enjoyed another moist soft kiss as the lad in front of us stripped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 06:44:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think we’ll all have to sit down and have a nice shopping session,” Natalie agreed after a kiss. “At the end of our little introductory curriculum tonight. However, I think Kevin should be the one to be buying. Think of them as school supplies; you don’t seeing the teachers buying pens and notebooks, do you?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In a few minutes, he wouldn’t have the choice to object otherwise. As soon as the clothes came off, the ropes and leather went on. She could hardly wait. It had been a long day after Stephanie’s late morning tease, and she had specifically not finished herself off for this very moment. The embers between her legs began to smolder again, and she was getting damp just thinking about it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She impatiently snapped her fingers. “Chop-chop, Mr. Hadley! I said I wanted that uniform off!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 10:09:48</strong>
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				The young man undressed swiftly under the watchful gaze of the two administrators. Trembling hands undo the buttons of his blazer, followed by the dress shirt beneath, both carefully laid on the chair he had been occupying. Wary eyes darted up every time the students made noise passing in the hall, flickering briefly to his two tormentors.<br><br>Benting over to remove his shoes afforded them a view on the smooth, unmarred expanse of his back, and hinted at strong muscles beneath. Finally, his pants and boxers followed the rest of his attire, coming to rest across the back of his chair, standing before the two of the nude, semi-erect and looking terribly vulnerable.<br><br>When they mentioned shopping, he bit his lower lip, looking down. His voice is quiet, frightened. "Please Miss Winters, I...I can't afford things like that." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 20:06:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Much better,” Natalie said, ignoring his plea. She let go of Stephanie to inspect their meat a little closer.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Definitely young and fresh. His swimmer’s body showed itself in its build. He wasn’t a hunky football player built like an ox, but he had muscle in the right places; not overly skinny or overly heavy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And true to Stephanie’s relief, they hadn’t picked some super stud with a nine inch cock. Even when limp, he looked pretty average…for an adult, that was, which made him a little bigger than a young man his age who had a little growing to do. If it needed to get a little bigger, they could probably buy a pump and add a little girth to it in a few weeks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Not bad at all,” she complimented, laying her hands on his chest as she felt his build. They didn’t linger too long, and quickly dropped to his package. Without bothering to be gentle, she squeezed his balls, sifting them between her fingers. They were nice and large. “We’re going to be having a lot of fun with these! However…” she plucked at some of the hair down there. “You’re going to be shaving tonight, and going to be keeping it shaved from now on, aren’t you?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She dropped his sack and moved to her desk, taking the first bundle of rope out and began to unravel it. “What do you say Steph? Shall we start his punishment?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 20:22:38</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><strong>"Please do, though I had it in my mind that you'd be wanting to do a bit more measuring as a part of the measuring up."</strong><br><br>I looked dispassionately at Kevin. He was being remarkably controlled throughout all this but given that he was a dirty little pervert who got his kicks submitting maybe it was like an extra birthday and Christmas rolled into one.<br><br>I wondered what was going through his head right now so I decided to ask.<br><br><strong>"I expect you're a little surprised by this turn of events, aren't you Kevin? After our little speeches just now about how strict we are about what goes on in our school? So we lied a teensy bit. Welcome to our world. All the rumours you may have heard are true, and yes, Natalie and I are lesbian lovers, though she's suddenly gone all Bi on me this last few weeks and I might be persuaded to water down my all-girl tastes with a little boy-meat now that you've so sportingly offered up such a good opportunity. So tell me what's going through your head right now. Be honest with me - and yourself. I'm curious to know."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 03:52:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=75057.msg3359953#msg3359953">Quote from: NileGoddess on 26-07-2010, 20:06:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">And true to Stephanie’s relief, they hadn’t picked some super stud with a nine inch cock. Even when limp, he looked pretty average…for an adult, that was, which made him a little bigger than a young man his age who had a little growing to do. If it needed to get a little bigger, they could probably buy a pump and add a little girth to it in a few weeks.<br><br>“Not bad at all,” she complimented, laying her hands on his chest as she felt his build. They didn’t linger too long, and quickly dropped to his package. Without bothering to be gentle, she squeezed his balls, sifting them between her fingers. They were nice and large. “We’re going to be having a lot of fun with these! However…” she plucked at some of the hair down there. “You’re going to be shaving tonight, and going to be keeping it shaved from now on, aren’t you?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Natalie could feel the boy shivering slightly, more in tension than actually being cold, and he jumped slightly when she squeezes him, actively yelping when she pulled free some of his pubic hair. It was neatly trimmed, although admittedly not shaved. "Yes Miss Winters."<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=75057.msg3360013#msg3360013">Quote from: Haibane on 26-07-2010, 20:22:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">STEPHANIE<br>I wondered what was going through his head right now so I decided to ask.<br><br><strong>"I expect you're a little surprised by this turn of events, aren't you Kevin? After our little speeches just now about how strict we are about what goes on in our school? So we lied a teensy bit. Welcome to our world. All the rumours you may have heard are true, and yes, Natalie and I are lesbian lovers, though she's suddenly gone all Bi on me this last few weeks and I might be persuaded to water down my all-girl tastes with a little boy-meat now that you've so sportingly offered up such a good opportunity. So tell me what's going through your head right now. Be honest with me - and yourself. I'm curious to know."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The boy's eyed turned to the other woman, biting his lower lip nervously. How much "truth" did the woman actually want - should he truly speak his mind, or was this just another trap being set for him to further ensnare himself? He took a chance, and told her the truth.<br><br>"Scared. Overwhelmed. And a little angry Ma'am." His voice came out as little more than a whisper, terrified and respectful, hoping the tone - and following her orders to the letter - would help mitigate any trouble he was in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 05:46:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh, a little angry?” Natalie said, amused. She finished unraveling the bundle of rope. It was her own personal fabric, a blend of nylon and cotton, yielding a strong, yet soft binding that hugged each curve. “We’ll have to do something about that. Now, hands behind your back.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She began the tie at his elbows while crossed his arms at the wrists. It was more of a tie meant for a woman, but very securing nonetheless. Once knotted at his elbows, the rope coiled over his shoulders and behind his neck, where it was tied off securely. A second bundle of rope went around his chest and arms, forming a harness above and below his pectorals.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You know,” she commented as she drew the rope over his chest. “Normally I’d have to lift a pair of tits to get the rope cinched as high beneath them as possible.” While Kevin lacked breasts, the harness did highlight his chest muscles rather nicely, and even did a little pinching, it seemed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She cinched the harness tightly, trapping his arms tightly against his body, and to finish up, she used one of her last bundles to tie his wrists. It was a simpler tie, binding them while crossed, then anchoring them to the small of his back by wrapping the rope around the waist. As with is chest, she was used to women and threading a crotch rope, and since Kevin lacked a pussy, she continued to loop it around his waist, which resulted in a thick, neat band just beneath his navel.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Is there anything else you’d like to ask Mr. Hadley, Stephanie?” Natalie asked as she dug into her toys again. She pulled out two ball gags. “I’m not sure if I want to use the two inch harness (http://www.tiedupgame.com/product/images/Mouth/m0302ea.gif) or something a little simpler. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=4698775) He certainly has the mouth for the big one. What do you think?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 13:59:25</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/StephanieWest_Avatar_01.jpg)</div> <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Scared. Overwhelmed. And a little angry Ma'am."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I laughed, a good strong honest sound, but made at the boy's expense. <strong>"Really now? Well I think that's an excellent combination of emotions. I imagine Natalie will just love it if you retained all three for several days. You sound like just her type."</strong><br><br>I mocked the boy because it was in my nature to do so, it reinforced the thrill I felt of being in charge. I wasn't crass and rude in this manner professionally but the subs I'd dealt with in the past had all got off big-time on some verbal abuse and dominant posturing. And to confess, I enjoyed it.<br><br>I left Natalie to bind him and went next door to put the kettle on, returning a few minutes later with two steaming cups of English breakfast tea. I laid one fine china cup and saucer on the edge of Natalie's desk and perched my behind on the other, crossing my ankles and sipping the hot drink.<br><br><em>Mm, tea. Best drink of the day.</em><br><br>Kevin was looking somewhat more scared, overwhelmed and angry now that his nice firm naked body was securely trussed up like a chicken. It would be tempting to bind his ankles, hot tie him and throw him in the trunk of the car and just take him home, announcing he had transferred back home at short notice and keep him as our pet at the villa. I looked down at his meaty genitals, being reminded that the number of times I had enjoyed such things close up could be numbered on the fingers of one hand. It would be interesting to see how dominating a boy felt. By now Natalie had nearly finished.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Is there anything else you’d like to ask Mr. Hadley, Stephanie? I’m not sure if I want to use the two inch harness or something a little simpler. He certainly has the mouth for the big one. What do you think?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"No, nothing more to ask at the moment and yes, since he's our stud, let's proceed with the horse analogy and harness him. Besides I like those straps over the nose and under the eyes; they dehumanize them so nicely. Gets me hot."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 20:25:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I whole-heartedly agree,” Natalie said with a wink, discarding the simpler, smaller gag, and undoing the buckles on the harness. There was something just extra humiliating about it. “And I do love it when you’re hot.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She held the large ball in front of his mouth commanding him to open, then pulled it into his mouth. It went in smoothly at first, but quickly became harder and harder as the diameter moved past his teeth. She could feel his teeth scraping along its outer curve, and once she was content that the ball would not move any further in, she began to buckle the straps.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first straps did most of the holding, buckling behind his head from around the sides, while the ones that went under his eyes and over the nose and top of his head were more for the sake of humiliation. The final strap that buckled under his chin ensured he would stay clamped tightly on the rubber ball. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once finished with the gag, Natalie checked her work, making sure each buckle was as tight as it could go. The straps bit hard into the corners of his mouth and pressed tightly against his cheek bones. She agreed with Steph; these gags got her hot.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“First, I think we should deal with Mr. Hadley’s vandalism charges. I don’t know the exact numbers off the top of my head, but I believe defacing school property is roughly a $500 fine, depending on the severity of the charge.” She looked at Stephanie, or more precisely, her cane. “What do you think that translates to in terms of lashes?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 09:40:14</strong>
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				The young man squirmed softly as he was tied, not moving much beyond shifting slightly and squirming when the ropes were pulled taut, tugging experimentally at them but giving up quickly. The Headmistress knew what she was doing, and even as she commented on how this tie was intended for women - and pointing out where he was lacking - he stopped struggling, his hands and arms bound uselessly, the rest of his lean, muscular torso wrapped appealingly.<br><br>He watches them for a moment, quiet, terrified, his eyes pleading as he is ordered to open his mouth. His eyes were wide and frantic as Natalie pushed the gag past his teeth, the red rubber ball finally settling into place, their new toy capable of letting out only a muffled grunt. His demeanor was considerably more subdued and compliant as the harness is strapped into place, his eyes perhaps a little watery, legs a little week. His mouth stuffed and stretched, they can hear the sound of the boy rapidly panting through his nose. The two women were relentless, and while Miss Winters seemed to at least be enjoying herself, there was a cruel, disinterested streak in Miss West that made his heart pound in fear. Beyond the livestock analogy, she wasn't treating him as much more than that - a useful, somewhat interesting animal. A project. Not a human student of hers, as he had been less than an hour ago.<br><br>As the conversation shifts to defacement of school property, he backs up slightly, panicked eyes darting between them. Shaking his head softly, they can barely make out what sound an awful lot like muffled pleas from behind the gag. What the boy was protesting, promising or begging however was lost behind the intruding red rubber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 12:16:52</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“First, I think we should deal with Mr. Hadley’s vandalism charges. I don’t know the exact numbers off the top of my head, but I believe defacing school property is roughly a $500 fine, depending on the severity of the charge. What do you think that translates to in terms of lashes?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Oooh, lots!</em> was my immediate reaction but then I had other ideas.<br><br><strong>"Five hundred dollars is a lot of money, I am unsure if any number of lashes is suitable compensation. I'd be inclined to make him pay in cash. He has already said he doesn't have that kind of money but he can certainly earn it for us. Perhaps we can rent him out to some of our friends for a day or a weekend and charge them the five hundred?"</strong><br><br>I noted how panicky and frightened the boy seemed to be getting. It inspired me to suggest even more extreme choices of things to do to him in order to provoke worse reactions.<br><br><strong>"But right now, I'd be temporarily satisfied with a small task. A dare, maybe. The school will be empty now, or almost so. I should think all the students are gone, maybe a couple of the faculty around, a cleaner here or there... I'd like... hm... something along the lines of Kevin trotting up the main corridor and bringing back an item from my classroom desk."</strong><br><br><strong>"How does that sound, Natalie?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 16:38:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You have such a wicked mind, sweetie!” Natalie said with a giggle. She sat on the other end of her desk, taking a sip of the delicious tea Steph had made. From her side of the desk, she considered their trussed student. He was definitely frightened, even more so after the topic of punishment came up. Where had the sassy boy disappeared to? “And renting him out is a good idea, but I don’t want him to escape a good official spanking. Why not do both? Say ten lashes per dollar; that’s five thousand lashes, and we can do twenty-five to fifty hard lashes each day, on top of our playtime whipping. Then, he can earn the money back like a good boy.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think you’re being a little to cruel on his very first punishment. After all, you know how I tie rope; how is he supposed to do a little fetch with his arms like that? That gag prevents him from using his teeth like a good puppy as well. Besides, what about the off chance someone sees him? It’s a little early to spoil our fun, not to mention our careers.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still, Stephanie’s idea had merit. She liked the idea of sending him into a place where he may be seen bound, gagged, and naked. It would be utterly humiliating. If they wanted to be safe, they could wait another hour for the remainder of the staff to leave, as they usually did, but it wouldn’t be quite so exhilarating sending him into empty halls…<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took another thoughtful sip from her tea. “Let’s do it, and let’s time him. If he’s not back fast enough, we’ll add another twenty canes on top of his debt.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 08:09:39</strong>
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				If it were possible for the boy's eyes to grow wider, they would have as the two women press right past any any desires he might have harbored. Still the boy looked at them pleadingly - the only people who could relent, the only people who could show him pity or mercy at this point were the two women standing before him, the number of lashes they were discussing rapidly spiraling into an unimaginable number.<br><br>He shakes his head pleadingly, tears forming in his eyes. The classroom they were talking about was across the building! And he had neither his hands, nor even as Miss Winters pointed out, the use of his mouth. He had said he would obey, that he would try, but was he being set up for an impossible task? And then would the two cruel figures before him punish him further?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 13:19:31</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You have such a wicked mind, sweetie!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I blame you darling. I was pure as the driven snow before we met. Now look at me."</strong> I poked my tongue out at her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why not do both? Say ten lashes per dollar; that’s five thousand lashes, and we can do twenty-five to fifty hard lashes each day, on top of our playtime whipping. Then, he can earn the money back like a good boy."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Sounds like my kind of a deal. An ongoing reminder not to deface school property. After we are done with that we can begin on the punishment for bringing porn into our school. I think that's a far worse crime."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think you're being a little too cruel on his very first punishment. After all, you know how I tie rope; how is he supposed to do a little fetch with his arms like that? That gag prevents him from using his teeth like a good puppy as well. Besides, what about the off chance someone sees him? It’s a little early to spoil our fun, not to mention our careers."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"His arms are behind him but you didn't tie his fingers together. He just has to squat with his back to my desk and reach for whatever is on it. I have a stapler on the desk, it's usually to the right of the blotter. It has a mother-of-pearl handle, it's quite distinctive, he won't miss it."</strong> We continued to nonchalantly talk about Kevin but not to him as though we were casually discussing a training course for a pet dog.<br><br><strong>"Or did I lock it in the drawer?"</strong> I mused aloud to myself, tapping a finger to my lips in mock uncertainty, acting up just to tease and frighten him. <strong>"You know, I can't remember. Silly me, I must be getting senile. Oh, well, never mind. If it's there he can find it, if not he'll come back empty handed and we can thrash his firm little backside."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Let’s do it, and let’s time him. If he’s not back fast enough, we’ll add another twenty canes on top of his debt."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Only twenty? That's a bit lax. My classroom is a fair way across school, but it should take him no more than five minutes if he runs. So let's say ten strokes per minute over five that he's late back. And why would it ruin our reputation at all? We had nothing to do with the nasty kinky boy who got his perverted kicks from self-bondage and running naked around Porter after hours. If he got himself caught he's on his own, the Head- and Vice-Headmistress will simply deny any involvement. I'll put his clothes in his locker later if there's a stink."</strong><br><br><strong>"But let's wait a while for the school to empty out a little more. I have no problem with him being caught, I just don't want him being caught leaving our office, let's give him at least a chance to get a couple of corridors away before the cleaners make an interesting discovery. In the meantime... is there something we can tie those pretty balls up with? Perhaps hang something with a little weight from them? That'll make his run across school a lot more interesting."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 01:30:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I suppose you’re right,” Natalie said with another sip of her tea. “I guess I’m just a little more concerned with our in-school slave than I thought I would be. You’re right; we can just stick the evidence in his locker later. Though I would be a little irritated if that makes it so we can’t play with him anymore.” She gave Kevin a warning raise of her eyebrow. “Hear that Mr. Hadley? You better not let yourself be caught if you think it will get you out of this predicament. Otherwise, what we will do to you will make you beg for one hundred lashes a minute.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She slipped off the desk, then looked in her box of toys again. Unfortunately, the rope she had was too big for his cock, as was Stephanie’s. She turned to her desk instead, but didn’t find much other than an assortment of stationary and writing utensils. She had plenty of rubber bands, which sounded like they could benefit from experimentation, however, as she searched her bottommost and largest drawer, her hand closed around a ball of string tucked in the back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perfect,” she declared, setting the ball on her desk. “We’ll have to sort through our collection for something a little more permanent, and I’m sure we can get a few items rush-delivered from that website.” Her attention went back to her desk. “Now for something with weight…” Most of what she had was light, like pens and paperclips. Unless they wanted to add an entire bouquet to his balls, they would be better off just tying him off. As she was about to tell Steph this, her eyes drifted to her own stapler. It would be plenty heavy, and could be easily tied to his balls. “…this will do nicely,” she finished, holding it up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 15:47:00</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now for something with weight... this will do nicely."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I raised an eyebrow at the heavy stapler she had found. It looked fearsome and would be quite awkward, not to say painful, for Kevin to run with that dangling between his legs from something so delicate as the sensitive parts Nat intended to tie it to.<br><br><strong>"Oh yes, very nice. Though if you wanted I have my glass paperweight in my room. I think I can find a small bag to put it in. It's be heavier than your stapler of course..."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:07:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Also a good suggestion,” Natalie agreed, testing the weight of the stapler in her hand. “I’d hate to ruin such a pretty piece of glass if something were to happen to it, though. Besides, it would take a little more effort to tie it to him, and it may be a little unique to track back in case he’s caught.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Using a length of the string, she tied a few loops around the crook of the stapler, giving a few inches of slack so Stephanie could attach it after tying his balls. It was long enough to give it plenty of swing between his legs, but short enough so that it wouldn’t be dragging near his ankles. That might almost be too cruel. Almost.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Remember, Mr. Hadley, ten strokes for every minute over five that you’re late.” She considered what Steph had said if the stapler was locked and inaccessible. “If you come back empty handed, we’ll have a lot more in store for you. We’ll leave it up to your imagination for now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 11:27:16</strong>
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				STEPHANIE<br><br>I took the stapler from Nat and knelt in front of Kevin. Up close he was quite a nice size... if you liked that sort of thing. It had been so long since I'd been to bed with a man that I'd almost forgotten what one felt like. Natalie and our shared strap-on was more than enough for me, and quite often we didn't use that. I liked the freedom of not having to work towards the same conclusion every time. That was what was predictable about sleeping with men; a bit of that, a bit of this; you suck me, I lick you, grab your tits and then <em>hup!</em> up we go. Mounted. Like a bloody horse. With a woman the cycle was endless, an endless lovely swirl and ride of anything we liked. If fingers were my mood for the day we could have an entire session of fingers. Kissing wetly and urgently for an hour? Nat was so good at that. Your partner being delighted to make you come three... four... six times and you give her the same? Yes, some days. No structure. There was no structure, just our imagination and the finite boundary of our exhaustion. That was what I loved about sex with Nat.<br><br>I put my hand on Kevin's warm firm-soft flesh. He was hard so clearly enjoying this, the naughty boy. All that bullshit he'd given us about the writing piece when all he'd done is crave a bit of fem-dom. Silly boy. A foot from the stapler I made a slip-loop of string, doubled over and looped it around his balls, dragging it tight so it squeezed the part of him, the 'stalk' or 'root' of his balls where they hung down from his body. His hair was an annoyance, it had to go. It would get caught in the string and pulled too so it would hurt him a little as well.<br><br>After I'd looped more string around the 'root' until it looked nicely bound and his balls were a slight red colour I tucked the loose end of the string under the bindings at the back and then pulled it through. His fleshy stalk was a little in the way so I kept it still by the simple expedient of popping it in my mouth. May as well use my tongue while it was there... I didn't give him a blow job as such, but idly licked and washed at his head with my tongue as I worked to feed the string through under the loop and then I hauled it forwards between his balls, dividing them tightly and fed the string up under the horizontal bindings at the front. It was damn fiddly and time consuming. Some specially made cock and ball weights and rings would be much quicker and look a lot more elegant. I fed the divider strap (which is what the central loops of string had turned into once I fed the length back and forth five or six times under and over the ball bindings) back down to the stapler and tied off with a last good knot, nice and tight so it would be impossible to get undone. We'd probably have to snip it with scissors to untie him. Giving his knob a last nice licky-sucky I knelt back, smiling up at him.<br><br><strong>"There you go. And you got a free cock sucking while I was down there. Don't you ever go thinking I'm not nice to you."</strong> I stood up elegantly and put a finger to my lips, carefully and tidily wiping away a little bit of spit. I reached down with my hands and grabbing hold of his stalk firmly I tugged his foreskin back hard so his shiny swollen bell-end was all bare and naughtily exposed. I tugged it back again covering him, then grinning tugged it down once more. I left it like that.<br><br><strong>"Punishment if you're late back my lad. But if you're early..."</strong> I swirled my fingers around his knob, caressing, teasing... <strong>"You get a reward. Pain or pleasure. Your choice."</strong> I kissed my fingers and placed them on his mouth and gave him a succulent, saucy wink.<br><br>I walked to the door and opened it, glancing out. The corridor was deserted. I listened carefully. I knew this school well, knew every brick and tile of its fabric, every pane of glass, every panel of skirting, knew the noises it made in the evenings when it clicked and ticked and settled as the heat of the summer day radiated out of it, knew the faint sound of students calls from the sports field, knew the way that distant footfalls echoed down its corridors. I knew every hint of someone moving somewhere in it's structure...<br><br>Silence...<br><br>The coast was clear. Students gone home, cleaners not yet arrived, though sometimes the two did overlap. If there was a game on the cleaners came early so they could get home to enjoy a beer and some nachos in front of the TV. Who knew? They might be here already, just getting their overalls on in the utility building out back. Kevin might be dead already, he just didn't know it yet.<br><br>I took his arm and firmly pushed him out the door. <strong>"You know my classroom. Get going. Be back in five minutes for pleasure, six for pain."</strong> I shut the door and almost screaming with sexual need fell into Nat's arms for a hot kiss, sucking on her soft mouth like a hoover and grabbing at her chest like I was a baby who needed her feed.<br><br><strong>"God this was an awesome idea of yours darling. I'm wet through it's turning me on so much."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 07:21:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nat watched as Stephanie tied Girl Scout approved knots around his balls, surprised that she so readily took him into her mouth. Knowing just how skilled she was with it, and just how much her tongue piercing added to the experience, she was fairly jealous. After the rules were made clear with a little teasing, she spirited him out the door, then immediately came onto her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think ‘turning you on’ is an understatement,” she said between kisses. “And I never expected you to go down on him like that so quickly. Interested in him a little more than you thought?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natalie sat back on her desk, spreading her legs so she could hug Steph into her so they pressed together. Her hands wrapped around her, taking firm hold of her lovely round bottom while she grabbed at her chest. She couldn’t feel the wetness she described in her groin, but she felt herself growing damp for the second time that day, especially after watching her do those knots.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Did you have anything in mind for Kevin on the off chance he’s early? I had half a mind to use him right away after your little warm up this morning, but I really didn’t have any intention of getting him off, at least not right away, and not in any dignified manner.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kevin Hadley's Novel Education (NileGoddess, Haibane, Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 13:03:21</strong>
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				The boy stood numb as his cock and balls were roped in, his expression wide-eyed but unfocused. A single line of drool escaped from the wide gag in his mouth, flowing down his chin, shining in the harsh florescent of the office. When the weight of the stapler was finally added, his attention snapped back, panicked, tear filled eyes focusing on Natalie. A muffled cry escaped the massive ball forcing his jaws apart, low, pained and uncomfortable.<br><br>"Unnhh...puhhheees..."<br><br>He shook his head numbly, looking at the two woman frantically for some hint of mercy. It came in the very odd form of the warm, teasing mouth of the Vice-Head Mistress. A woman's mouth was not an entirely unfamiliar feeling to him, but the feeling of her warm, wet tongue dancing across his head, compared to the pain, discomfort and panic that dominated his mind was overwhelming. He trembled softly as she withdrew, his expression pleading, although ultimately of no use. A moment later, Natalie shuffled him out the door, the naked, bound boy taking off. <br><br>His pace was an awkward, pained jog at first, the discomfort overwhelming, but he sped up, spurred on by the thought of being punished further by the two sadistic women waiting in the office. Quiet, bare footfalls sounded like thunderclaps to him in the empty hallways, but he made it to the the classroom without incident. Rising up on his tiptoes, he awkwardly turned and pawed the doorknob to the classroom with bound hands. Pain, fear and the effort of running had made them slick with sweat, and he gripped desperately, praying it would open. Finally it did, and he was glad to find the object of his search sitting safely on the desk. Grasping it carefully, he took off again, running down the hall.<br><br>The clock read five minutes and sixteen seconds when the two women hear the boy returning - well in time to avoid punishment - when suddenly the footfalls stopped. A few instants later, a loud thud is heard against the door, and a muffled grunt from the boy. When they open the door, they see him, having tripped on a stray power cord that ran across the office floor. He is curled on the floor, groaning in pain, the stapler he retrieved still clutched in his hand, trembling softly.
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