Melody Smith's Schooldays
by Eve Adorer
Chapter 5 - My Second Night
My stomach turned more than a little at the thought of the evening in the
prefecture and the demands they would be likely to put on me, authorised as they
were, to have my body if they so desired.
In fact, perhaps because the head-girl was not there, apart from not being
allowed to join in the conversation, as I was not their equal, I found peace and
quiet enough to do my studies.
It was expected of me that I make drinks and toast or whatever the prefects
wanted by way of food snacks, and that I tidy and clean the kitchen. But that
was no major burden, even if it was a little demeaning.
The imminent return of the head-girl set the room buzzing though.
"You had better stand," said the lovely Josephine to me, "You're bound to get a
whipping for what you let happen in the lavs today".
I turned pale at the thought of this. It was the first time any notion of the
possibility of my being punished for real had crossed my mind.
The head-girl entered. I curtsied to her. She ordered me to make her coffee. The
whole room then seemed to relax once more, and the evening went on till I wished
to take a shower and go to bed. I rose and began to head for the door of my tiny
separate room.
"Before you go to bed Smith, I'm afraid I have to teach you a little lesson",
said the head-girl. The rest of the prefecture paid attention. "You will stand
facing the back of the dining table chair over there" she pointed.
I did as I was told. I was aware that the head-girl had now got a
three-foot-long leather strap in her right hand.
"You behaved appallingly in the lavatories today. I saw with my own eyes what
you were allowing to happen. You have been told that no other girl may touch you
without our permission and yet you were showing no resistance to having your
breasts exposed and, no doubt, felt", she announced matter of factly.
"Before I punish you, you will remember now, and absolutely remember now, that
you must NEVER; EVER; touch yourself sexually", she ordered with firm vehemence.
"Keep your legs together, lift your skirt fully clear of your buttocks, and bend
over that chair till your fingers reach the base of its front legs, and you can
grasp the chair's legs", she ordered.
I was all too aware of all the eyes on my beautiful body as I obeyed the order.
Whistles of appreciation sounded out, despite the threatening atmosphere, and an
astonished gasp of pleasure was followed by awed silence as my beautiful nude
shaven virgin's nest peaked between my superb long rounded white thighs when I
was fully bent.
"You will remember now, and absolutely remember now, that you must NEVER; EVER
touch yourself sexually", the head-girl repeated.
Then she stood to my left, lifted the strap and with an unforgettable whistle
from the speed with which it frisked through the air, she brought it down, with
the fullest force she could muster, at the tops of my wonderful thighs where my
half-moons curve into thigh and where the lips of my nude shaven naughty were
fully exposed to the strap's horizontal kiss: THWICK!!!!!
I screamed with the pain of the blow. I shot bolt upright. "Don't you dare touch
yourself Smith!" the head-girl reminded me.
I grasped my belly with both pretty hands as I bent double and gasped with the
pain. The stinging at the tops of my thighs was nothing to the zinging and
throbbing in the most girl part of my gorgeous girl's body. I oh so, so, so
longed to sooth my pain. But I dare not touch myself. I dare not touch myself. I
must not touch myself even as my slit throbbed from the horrendous blow, I must
not touch myself, and I could not sooth myself.
It was as I was squatting on the floor moaning with the throbbing in my
girlhood, that the pain turned to pleasure and my moans to sexual desire. I
looked with pleading at my onlookers who just smiled knowingly.
Keeping what dignity I could muster, I pulled down my skirt and wiggled to my
room. There I stripped naked and got into my bed. My naughty-honey was trickling
from me as I lay with my legs doubled toward my chest like a foetus, holding my
hands hard behind my back, uttering little moans of sexual pleasure of a depth I
had never experienced before.
All night long my cunt throbbed and urged me, and I tossed tumbled and turned
with unfulfilable frustrating want...
...At three I got up and ran a cool shower using the water especially between my
legs to douse my desire. After that I managed to sleep, if fitfully.
Rising the next day to ready myself for my run, I was surprised to find no mark
on my body from the lash.
Before I set out. I saw my clothing for the day arranged. It included gym kit.
This latter was explained by a note to the effect that I was to exhibit myself
in the gymnasium at lunchtime that day where I would exercise in my selected gym
kit, skipping rope.
