Hi. For those that might remember me, yep, I'm back. And for those that don't, howdy, my name's Moran and at one time I posted my stuff here, for better or for worse. Got a new story I thought I'd share so please be kind, 'cause I bruise easily. Or be as brutal as you like, 'cause...I bruise easily, heh...

 

The Finishing Touch

Part I - So Seduced

"You look lost."

The unexpected voice from the shadowy alcove she was just striding past shocked the tall girl with glasses from her toes to the roots of her rather severely pinned back chestnut hair. She gave a little gasp and jerked to a halt in a swish of tartan skirts, text books pressed tight to the front of her snow-white blouse.

"Wha--oh, you scared me."

"I did? How mean of me."

Dressed identically save for a pair of little purple crowns embroidered into her collar, a short, petite blonde girl smirked as she stepped into the ruby and emerald half-light beaming in through the stained glass stretching floor to ceiling opposite them. An uncoiling dragon puffed scintillating smoke down at a terrified nun, though both girls had eyes just for each other.

"You're new."

"Um--I guess." the nineteen year old brunette looked back and forth, snakes of nervousness writhing in her belly, "I'm looking for Ecstasy Hall-"

"You're looking for ecstasy?" the little blonde drummed black fingernails on her trim hips and cocked a curious eyebrow.

"What? Oh. N-No, I meant the hall-"

"Are you sure? Because I sure am." she ran a hand back through her shoulder length shimmering locks, "I'm Elsa HacLeod."

"Jo." she licked her lips and gripped the tomes tighter, "Look, I'm already late for class and it's my first day, and I really need to get to Ecstasy-"

"Sure, follow me." Elsa turned on her short patent heel and strode back into the dark alcove.

Jo blinked hard behind her thin lenses, hesitated, then set off after the vanished nymph.

Three meters into the shadows she reached a stair that spiraled upwards and biting her lip saw Elsa six steps up and rising quickly and she ascended fast in order to keep up. Jo gaped, as Elsa's skirt was rising and falling as she climbed and She--She's not--is she not wearing anything under--?

"Hurry up, boy!" Elsa sent back over her shoulder, "You don't want to end up even more late, do you?"

Jo cast her gaze down, blushing, and picked up her pace and after a moment was beside the smaller girl, matching her stride, "Sorry. And...boy? I'm not-"

"You've got a boy's name."

"What? Oh. No, Jo--it's short for Johanna."

"How awful. I hope your last name is better." the stairs apexed and a windowless corridor of stone rose up to a domed ceiling, curving off into the low light of old flickering yellow bulbs hanging down from a network of utility piping. At random points the walls were adorned with decaying velvet tapestries.

"It's Phelan." Jo stared dubiously at the weak illuminators as they marched abreast. Half of the glassy globes were burned out.

"So much for that. You know, Jo, you're going to live up to that, seeing how you're missing your very first class at Ye Ole Gov'."

"Huh? I-I don't get it."

"You don't? It's what we call Govington Finishing Academy for Young Ladies."

"No, the 'living up to that' part."

The little blonde paused in her machinations and smiled, "I meant your name, Jo. You know, you're Phelan? Failing? Because you're missing your first class?"

"Oh. Oh!" the brunette giggled and the long braid down her back jiggled as her narrow shoulders shook, "Failing! Hah, I get it! Hey, that's a good pun."

"You've never heard that before? O-kay..."

They came to the end of the Gothic corridor, but despite the big oak door before them, Elsa instead tugged back a tapestry on the right to reveal a mosaic of a grinning demon etched into the weeping grey stone wall.

"Nope, nobody ever made that joke to me. Hah, Elsa, you're very funny."

Jo stared in surprise as the other young lady poked a graceful finger in the carved ghoul's left flared nostril. There was a soft *click* and a section of wall to the etching's left slid back.

"Wow! Like something out of an old mystery movie!"

"Govington was built out of the partial ruins of an old castle and it still has some cool features, yep." smiled Elsa as she crossed the threshold.

Jo nodded as she followed her in, "By the way...HacLeod?"

"That's what they call me." Elsa shut the hidden door behind them and twisted a bolt, sealing them in.

"Any relation to-"

"Yeah..." the blonde scowled, "Dean Lauren HacLeod is my aunt."

"Ah. Is that why you've got those little crowns on your collar?"

"Nope. Despite nepotism being alive and well at Govington, I earned Head Girl status the hard way."

"Heh, she suuuuuure did. El gives great head!" laughed a new female voice and Jo twisted around in shock, nearly leaping out of her white knee-socks in fright.

For the first time she properly saw the room and realized it was a kind of stacks, a book depository with a line of high shelves stretching into the distant darkness, packed tightly with old tomes and plump staff binders.

"Uh--this isn't Ecstasy Hall is it..."

An ancient blue oriental rug that had long turned faded and shaggy sat beneath a ring of over-stuffed leather recliners, and a plump coffee-skinned West Indian girl who looked to be around the same age as her and Elsa knelt on her elbows and haunches between them, a lit hand-rolled cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth.

"Nope, this ain't ecstasy." the long haired Hindi took a drag then handed it to Elsa who had plopped down beside her, "But if you sweat a bit you can get there in a few minutes."

Jo looked about for another door, "Oh, is it nearby--and, hah, I just got that..." she frowned down at the two girls.

"Who's the dork?"

"Johanna Phelan meet Yatiri Bevi. Hey, she's like you, you go by Jo, she goes by Yat." Elsa took a long drag and exhaled yellow smoke lazily. A contented smile spread across her heart shaped face.

"Phelan?" the Indian girl snickered, "Yeah, you probably are if you're here instead of Ecstasy Hall."

"Okay, that joke isn't funny anymore. And--And is that some kind of drug?" Jo peered through her fogging-over glasses severely.

Elsa coughed, "Huh! It's some kind of something, let me tell ya. Your new crop finally matured, huh, Yat?"

"You betcha." she stuck a hand down the front of her blouse, dug in her quite ample bra, dragged out a baggy and handed it over, "You owe me thirty by the way."

"Put it on my tab."

"That tab is getting pretty steep, El."

"I'm--oh, this shit is good--um...what were we talking about?"

"The scratch you owe me." Yat plucked back the cig and held it up to the new girl, "Hey new girl, wanna hit?"

"Yeah, no. Not in the least. Look, this is serious, I'm missing my first class-"

"Not to--not to worry..." with clumsy hands Elsa spent fifteen long seconds removing the little plum backpack she wore and pulling it open withdrew a narrow pad, flipped it open and tore free a sheet.

"There you go, that'll get you a pass for missing the class."

Jo took the note and peered at it dubiously, "What is this?"

Yat and El shared a look equally stoned looks, "Didn't I just...just tell her...it was a pass?"

"Yep. Pretty...pretty sure you just did."

"Yeah...I used the word pass and everything. Is she...is she a retard or something?"

The Indian girl frowned, "Dude, don't use that...that word...you shouldn't."

"What? Pass? But...but Yat, that's what...what--ohhh, my brains turning to mush, heh!--that's not a bad word."

"Retard." said Jo.

"What?! You--You're the retard!"

El fought to keep her eyes from crossing and tried to take the cigarette back from Yat who held it above her head to keep it away, "You don't even know....know what a pass is!"

"No." glared Johanna, "The word you shouldn't use: Retard."

"She keeps calling me a retard. I--I should take back the pass."

"You are a retard, El." Yatiri took another puff and giggled, her impressive bust quivering mightily behind her stretched tight white silk shirt.

"You're both retards." snorted Jo and she snatched the cig from Yat's fingers, dropped her now useless text books onto one of the leather chairs, then squatted down indian-style on the rug across from them.

"Hey, I like her." Yatiri gently stroked her fingers through Elsa's hair as the little blonde leaned her head on her shoulder and hummed the Govington school anthem aimlessly, "You...you wanna buy a baggie? Twenty bucks."

Jo peered narrowly through the plume of green smoke corkscrewing it's way to the cobbled ceiling. I thought it was yellow...

"I don't do drugs, Yat, so thanks but no."

"It's not drugs."

"It's not? Could have fooled me."

"It's...medicinal herbs from...I grow it in this neat dirt I f-found... Mmmm, yeah..." Yat purred as Elsa nuzzled her ear.

"Sounds like drugs to me. And how come I get a ten buck discount? You told Elsa thirty, didn't you?"

"Because El is in my bad books."

Jo sniffed at the end of the cigarette and wished she hadn't, "Why, because she never pays?"

"No, because she kissed my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend? Does he go to another school?"

"Nope. He's here."

Jo frowned, "Huh? But Govington is a young ladies finishing school. How is he here?"

"Because he...because he's here."

"Yeah, I got that. He's here," Jo absently took a little pull from the cig, then yanked it back, shocked at her action, the second-hand smoke must be affecting her judgement, "But I mean, your boyfriend, how is he here?"

"Um..." Yat blinked her heavy lids as a softly mewling El tugged absently at the buttons of her blouse, "He's here...because he's right here..."

"I don't get it." the brunette lowered the cigarette to stub it out in the carpet, but before she could a hand snaked out from behind her and plucked it from her fingers.

"What she means, babe, is that I'm right here." and a handsome dark-haired young mad in black slacks and red dress shirt sat down beside her.

Johanna would have screamed like a crazed banshee in shock but instead she coughed furiously at the strange vapor going to town inside her lungs. She gagged and her glasses slid to the tip of her narrow nose, "Guhhh! What the fuck-"

"Check out the mouth on the new girl." giggled Yat as Elsa finally got the third button undone and slid a smooth hand inside her shirt and started squeezing her left tit.

"Heh, don't mind if I do." said the guy and he leaned in and kissed Jo. She gasped and his quick tongue took fast advantage, snaked between her splayed lips and curled around hers like a python.

Jo's mind was getting foggy fast, she didn't know what to do, she hadn't asked for this but he was really cute and smelled amazing and she was dizzy and he knew how to kiss real good, that was for damn sure and she was swooning into him as he slid strong arms around her narrow waist and pulled her to him.

"Heh! Go for it!" cackled Yat as El's fingers sprang her bra hooks and tugged her breasts free underneath the blouse.

Jo was kissing him fiercely now as he pulled her onto his lap and stroked his rough hands down her back and onto the lean orbs of her ass. He gripped them through her tartan skirt for a long moment, then flipped it up and slid them down under the elastic of her white panties and sank his fingers into her taut ass flesh. Jo had never been so turned on in her entire life, her head was on fire as their mouths churned into each other like maniacs and her bottom half was rapidly turning to greasy rubber as he ground himself against her like an axe to a sparking grindstone.

Wha--what am--am I-I dooooing....!

She fought to free herself from lust so intense it threatened to explode her racing heart and then her eyes shot open as his hand slipped between her splayed thighs and pausing only to hook aside her undies slid an index finger deep inside her dripping core. Breaking from his mouth her head hung back, "Ohhhhhhhh...."

"Yeah!" he took a drag on the herbal cigarette and started stroking his finger in and out, in-and-out of her, fast and quick.

"Y-You...you haveta--have t-to...stop..." Jo moaned as she pushed back, building up a rhythm.

"I do, huh, do I?" it wasn't really a question.

"Awwww, shiiit...but...but--your name..."

"What about it?" he asked absently as he increased speed and the smell of her juicing cunny rose between them like a pungent phantasm.

"I--I don't...don't even--ummmmmm--know it...uhhhhhhh..." Jo dug nails into his shoulders and held on for dear life.

"It's Vic, you slut." he lowered his face between her heaving cleavage and sucked at the tops of her snow-white breasts.

"I'm...I'm n-not a...not a...ohhhhhhhh! Oh damn!"

"Heh!" Vic's hand became a blur and Jo cried out and RAMMED her pussy against his fisting digits and she came like an exploding rocket, she levered back onto the carpet as he kept pounding his finger into her and the orgasmic waves came and came and CAME!

Ohhhhhhhhh-uh--ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............

Her eyes rolled back and she began blacking out, her body slumped as a satisfied smile spread across her face. Vic grinned too and pulled his hand free with a wet plop, leaned over her and fumbled with the front of his slacks, "Now it's my turn, babe."

"Don't you dare." Yatiri raised her head from the carpet and glared across at him scathingly.

"Awww, but honey-"

"Don't you honey me. You've had your fun."

"And what are you doing?" he pointed a sticky finger at the blonde who was milking furiously on the Indian girl's left exposed breast, "How is this fair?"

"You love watching this and you know it. But you stick it in the new girl and you'll get ghanta from me again. Understood, Vic?"

He scowled, then sat back on his haunches and zipped back up. "You suck, Yat."

"You bet I do and you know I'm the best at it."

"Yeah..." he rose up, took the last drag the cig had left in it, then with a sigh pinched it out and let it drop, it spun down and landed beside Jo's slumbering face. Her pussy was just hidden under her skirt and he gazed longingly at the softly rising and falling tartan mound.

"Vic--go!"

He turned on his heel and left in a huff. Yat pried Elsa off of her, the blonde moaned in annoyance, Yat gave her cheek a little smack, bringing her back to semi-sentience.

"Come on, we're late for Charm Class." and she rose, hauling the smaller girl up with her.

"What about Phalen? It's just her first day, we don't want her...you know..."

"She'll be fine. You gave her a pass, remember?"

"Don't use that word, it's bad."

"Shut up, you retard." arm and arm they left the stacks and the door thudded shut.

Back on the rug Jo turned on her side and curled into a fetal position, dreams of naughty dragons and moaning nuns wafting through her sated mind...

To be continued....

 

Thanks!

 

You're welcum but that was someone else that said that. And welcum back lol

 

It was me!

The forum has had a couple of software upgrades since you were here last, @Moran ! The quote buttons are different, and there's a comment option for individual posts too. There's been a big rule change in ages too, but I see you know that already.

 

enjoyed reading this a lot.

a few errors but I'm not complaining, more to encourage, ok?

please write some more Ma'am xx xx

 

Oops, this place is kinda confusing, I admit. Sorry, hannahsbigdaddy. And hi, thanks too.

I see you got the message anyway, JayneyRedd. I always get there in the end, one way or another.

Don't worry, nadoknar2, I don't mind critique, I'm posting my stuff in a public forum for a reason. Well, another reason. A secondary one. Okay, for many reasons. One of them is for critique.

Um...lost my train of thought.

 

Yeah, I'm aware of some of the new rules. I hope I haven't broken any with The Finishing Touch. Please advise me if I do, not looking to make waves, just have some fun.

 

Good start. Look forward to seeing more.

 

Hi Moran,

Don't know if you remember my screen name, but I was the guy who was Moderator and had the unpleasant task of removing your great story, Summer So Hot. I also did download the entire thing, and then sewed the story back together, less the comments. I wrote to you a while back and we exchanged a few PMs...a number of us, if you remember, thought you perished in the tsunami, since coincidentally you stopped showing up at the exact same time it took place.

Good to see you back. If you have any interest in a formal writing competition, CAW #27 (Calling All Writers) is currently running. You can find the thread at the top of this forum. Always nice to have someone new to the competition enter.

--Horse

 

Thanks BadFather81. In the middle of writing the next part right now.

 

Hi there, ahorsewithnoname. I remember you sure. No bad feelings over my last series, I posted it for others to enjoy and I've still got it and all the other stuff I wrote with it. Weird how people thought I had kicked it, but my wacky life dragged me away to some crazy places, let me tell you!

Thanks for the competition invite, I'm busy with TFT right now, maybe after it's done. I suck at multitasking, heh...

 

New chapter coming up!

 

The Finishing Touch

Part II - Rather Ravenous

"...then in 1763, while the Marquis de Sade was dwelling near Paris, several local prostitutes booked complaints concerning supposed mistreatment at his hands. This led to him being put under surveillance by the authorities, whose reports led to brief incarcerations and eventually to his Lacoste exile--and can I help you, Miss?"

"Uh-" the tall, willowy brown-haired girl froze in the act of trying to slip into an empty desk at the back of the Romantic History class, "...no, I'm okay, ma'am."

"Are you now..." the stern-looking teacher absently smacked the yard stick she'd been using as a pointer into her palm, "Yet you're late for my class, and I don't even know you, so I can't help but ask myself what business you think you have here."

"I'm Johanna Phalen. And I've been assigned here! I swear I have, ma'am! It's my first day, and--and I got lost, you see."

More like waylaid and drugged and before the nap I think was kind of molested...at least, I think I was, or might have been...that guy in the red silk shirt, he was so-

"Phalen?" the redheaded teacher glanced at the planner on her desk, remembered a note that was clipped to the bottom of the class's role, "Oh that's right, the...transfer, wasn't it?" Her tone had lost none of it's disapproval. Miss Miriam Doget hated disruptions of any and all kinds, but none more than somebody interrupting her lectures. Keeping focused was getting more and more difficult as of late.

"Yes! I transferred!"

"And you arrived-"

"Last night!"

"Yet you are late for this class."

"Um...late last night."

"This is the second period."

"Um...really late last night?"

Doget expertly twirled the yard stick like a baton, betraying her years as a majorette, "And I suppose you completely missed your first class, what was it?"

"Sewing. Uh...yeah-"

"Yeah?"

"I mean yes! Yes...yes, I did..." Jo hung her head.

"Pssst!" a whisper hissed on her left. Jo looked up and glanced around and gaped at the round mocha face of Yatiri Bevi. The plump West Indian girl mouthed the words "Your pass!".

"Miss Bevi?" inquired their teacher acidly.

Yat's head snapped forward, "Yes, ma'am?"

"You were rudely interrupting?"

"Nope. Not at all. I just coughed." and she raised a fist and forced another.

"I'll bet you cough a lot, Miss Bevi. Perhaps you should be more careful about what you inhale." Doget's lips twisted into a knowing smile which made Yat blink nervously. The teacher looked back to her previous prey, "And why exactly are you late, Miss Phalen?"

"Well, um, Ye Ole Gov--I mean Govington Academy, this place is like a maze and I couldn't find Ecstasy Hall-"

"This classroom is in Agony Hall."

"But Sewing is in Ecstasy-"

Doget's eyes flashed in fury and she cocked her head, sending her carroty braids a jangling, "Are you correcting me?"

"What?! No! Never!"

"Heh, think you just did." sniggered a voice on her right and Jo glanced the other way to see the nymph-like form of Elsa HacLeod in the opposite desk to Yat. The girl with the blonde bob had her knees pulled up to her chin and was whisking a nail file across her splayed fingertips. Jo licked her dry lips, I'm surrounded!

"What was that, Miss HacLeod?" demanded Doget.

"I said, I think she just did." replied El in a bored voice, never raising her eyes from her darkly-painted nails, "Corrected you that is."

The flat-chested school marm smacked the long ruler into her palm loudly, making every student jump except for Elsa who yawned instead. "Our Head Girl is correct! Miss Phelan DID correct me."

"Correct that she corrected you," muttered Yatiri, "word repetition from an ivy league-educated English teacher? Pha... Horrible horrors."

"I heard that, Miss." the ruler thudded again and Yat clammed up. Doget pointed the yard at Jo, "Stay after class, Miss Phelan."

"But that's lunch period! And I missed breakfast trying to find Ecstasy."

Elsa snapped out of her cat nap with a carnal grin, "Now that's happened to me more than once!"

"You stay as well, Miss HacLeod. And our resident critic Miss Yatiri makes three."

"But--But-"

"Yes, Miss Phelan? Care to dig the hole even deeper?"

"Oo! Oo! But--I have a pass!" Johanna waived a sheet of paper above her chestnut-braided head desperately like a white flag.

"Does it excuse you from missing your second period as well as your first?"

Missing your period, heh! El's green eyes sparkled.

"Um...I--no..." stammered Jo, eyes downcast.

"Or from impolitely correcting your teacher?"

"...nope..." she hung her head again.

"Then put it away before I command you to eat it." and Miss Doget turned back to the board and raised the yard stick once again, "Now, de Sade's first large-scale scandal occurred, ironically, on Easter Sunday in 1768. For you see, de Sade procured the 'services' of one Rose Keller, a widowed beggar who had approached him seeking alms-"

* * * * *

Sixty minutes later...

"Shut and lock the door."

Nervously licking her lips, Yatiri did as commanded.

"Pull the shade."

Yat tugged it down, giving the four of them complete privacy in the classroom. The trio of nineteen year-olds stood beside their desks and stared in trepidation at the reed-thin twenty-three year old teacher as she sat behind her own antique mahogany version and raised a battered old stainless steel lunchbox into view.

All three girls swallowed hard as Miss Doget set it down on the desk's green blotter with an ominous thump. She didn't open it though and instead drummed the fingers of her left hand upon it's top. The digits thudded mutely as her nails were all chewed nearly to the quick.

"Uh...Miss Doget?"

"What, Elsa?"

"My father--he's expecting me for lunch."

"No he's not. He went into town this morning for a meeting with the district."

"Oh...so he did. Heh, my mistake."

"You're not in trouble, Elsa."

"I'm not?"

"Did you do anything wrong?"

"Uh--nope!"

"That's right. You're Head Girl and that means you have some leeway to state the obvious. Our new transfer did correct me."

"I'd like to apologize, Miss-"

"Shut it, Phalen."

"So I can go?" HacLeod looked longingly toward the door.

"Nope."

"Maybe I can?" Yatiri raised a hand, "I've got volley ball practice."

"Put it down, Yat."

"Yeah, okay, sahi hai, boss." she lowered the arm sadly.

"But Miss Doget, why am I here then?" asked El.

"Because you're Head Girl."

"Oh."

There was a long pause as El pursed her lips and thought over it long and hard.

"...which means...?"

"That I require you to dole out the punishment."

"Punishment?" blinked Jo through her thick lenses.

"Punishment..." Yat gulped and her large breasts heaved beneath her bereaved white blouse.

"Punishment!" grinned El and she fought not to dance a little jig. She mostly succeeded, though the teacher regarded her quivering calf muscles narrowly.

"Control your excitement, Miss HacLeod. Alright you two, Punishment Number One. Assume the position."

Assume the--huh? Jo looked at Yat as the Indian girl sighed deeply then turned about and pushed her desk back a meter.

"Johanna!" snapped Miss Doget and she jumped in fright, spun about and did like Yat.

"Now, drop them."

Drop them? Drop them what?

Then Jo's jaw was doing the dropping as she witnessed Yatiri hike up her tartan skirt to reveal pantied behind. She hooked thumbs in the elastic and slid them down to her ankles, kicked them off and then she bent over the desk and stuck her now bare brown postier out, slowly closed her eyes.

Jo gasped and looked back to Miss Doget in time to see her hand the yard stick across the desk to Elsa who grasped it eagerly.

"No...fucking...way..." she breathed.

"Excuse me?" the teacher's tone could have sliced clay bricks like a loaf of french bread.

"Miss--You can't possibly be serious!"

"You're new here, Miss Phalen, so I'll excuse what you just said, including the blasphemy. But just this once. Now, drop them and assume the position."

"But-"

"That's what I want to see! Yer butt!" and Elsa flashed forward and gave her a swift smack on the left cheek.

Jo yelped and all conscious thought fled. In a rush she had her panties down and off and was bent over her desk. Elsa stepped between her two charges and using the ruler flipped up first Yat's skirt, then Jo's, exposing their round behinds fully to the cool air of the classroom. She surveyed the two girls critically, like a health inspector judging a side of questionable beef.

"Jo, stick it out more, bend lower."

"But--but if I do that, my--my...it will stick out through m-my-"

El planted a hand between Jo's shoulder blades and forced her down another few inches. Out went her behind and Jo's eyes went wide as she felt the lips of her labia push between her legs for all to see. Oh dear lord...!

"Somebody shaves I see." giggled El.

"Miss HacLeod..." the teacher popped the catch on the steel case and swung it's top back.

"Sorry! Right, how many?"

"Until I say stop." Doget reached inside and extracted a wrapped sandwich, juice box, apple and hunk of cheese. She laid them carefully before her on the blotter and methodically began unwrapping the ham and egg.

"Oh boy...heh!" and turning toward the Indian girl, Elsa brought the yard stick down in a flash. It smacked into Yat's left cheek with a meaty thunk!

Yat yelped and her whole body jerked.

Doget took a bite, chewed five times and swallowed, "No loud noises or I make it last longer."

Jo stared down into the scratched and pitted cedar surface of the desk she was grasping like a lifeline. How the heck am I not going to make any "NOISE!" she chortled as the ruler RAMMED into her right cheek like the clapper of Big Ben signalling noon.

The redheaded marm swallowed another bite, "Once again, it's your first day here, Miss Phalen, so you get a reprieve. But this is the very last time, do you understand? To repeat, keep your voice down."

Johanna wisely made no response and Doget smiled thinly, "Good. You're learning." and she nodded to Elsa who grinned like a maniac and lashed back-and-forth with the yard stick!

SMACK! SMACK!

Both girls bit their lips and screwed their eyes shut.

WHACK! WHACK!

Jo's knuckles were white as she fisted the sides of the desk. Yat was panting hard now.

THWACK! WHAM!

Tears formed in Johanna's eyes as red welts rose on her freckled buttocks. Bevi groaned softly.

"Yeah! Take it!" the ruler whipped this way and that, like a saber in the hand of a duelist, Elsa's face was gleaming as if she were feverish, "Bad girls! Very bad girls!"

Doget said nothing, started on the apple.

The tears were streaming down Jo's cheeks as her other cheeks quivered in agony. Elsa was clearly an old hand at Punishment Number One as she never broke the skin, she knew just how close to come with the blows not to cause damage. Just to punish. But it hurt insanely just the same as if blood was spraying, Jo thought desperately as it took every bit of her willpower not to cry out from the seemingly endless assault. The only relief she received was during the pause when Elsa was concentrating on Yatiri.

And speaking of Yat, Jo's ears pricked up as she caught a different sort of sound suddenly come from the Indian girl. She hazarded a glance and saw Bevi was panting steadily now and between the exhales she was groaning...oddly? Yes, that was the word. What's up with her?

"Yeah! Rawhide!" Elsa smacked Yat's right cheek with the yard and to Jo's shock the girl's mouth opened in an 'O' of--what was that, pleasure? It looked like pleasure. Is--Is she enjoying this?! Huh--"Naughty girl! Head back down!" El smacked her with the ruler, freezing Jo's thoughts for a torrid moment.

"What did she do?" Doget paused halfway through the granny smith.

"She was watching Yatiri get hers. And she liked it!"

"What?! N-No!"

"She spoke! Silence!" THWACK!

"You made an accusation, Miss HacLeod. Halt please."

"Awww..."

"Elsa."

"Okay, whatever." and the little blonde sulkily lowered the yard stick.

"Miss Phalen, face me."

"Miss!" Jo let go of the desk and rising up turned about fast.

"Now, were you watching Yatiri get her punishment?"

"No!"

"Oh yes she was." said Elsa, "I saw. And as I said, she clearly liked it. Because Yat was getting off on it."

"What?! I--I was NOT!" exclaimed Yat, head still down, but her butt cheeks quivered with guilt.

"You lying slut!" growled El and she dealt a savage blow across both Yat's cheeks. The girl moaned long and hard.

"See! What a perv! She likes being spanked." and she whacked her again, got a similar response. El bent and peered between the Indian girl's thighs, "Oh jeez, she's getting all wet!"

"Enough, Miss HacLeod." snapped Doget, "It happens sometimes with girls who are overly punished. They grow to like it, despite the pain. Her other teachers have obviously been lazy and not been rotating through the Punishments."

"Should I do a different one then?" asked Elsa eagerly.

"Shut up, retard!" hissed Yat.

"How about Punishment Number Two, Miss?" El hoped up and down, "Ooo, that's the bestest one!"

"No." Doget finished off the cheese and popped the straw into the juice box, "I think the problem lies in that you keep pausing between lashes. It gives her time to prepare. Concentrate on Miss Bevi only."

"But what about Failin' Jo here?"

"I will see to Miss Phalen. Come here, girl."

Jo swallowed hard and started forward. Elsa shot her a concerned look for a second and whispered as she passed "I tried to hold back as best I could. Good luck!"

Miss Doget slid her chair a bit to the right as Jo came to stand beside her behind the desk. The teacher shifted the remains of her lunch to the side and beckoned the tall brunette to lie across the blotter.

"That's right, take hold of the edge." she said in a low, nearly husky voice, "Now up on your tiptoes and raise your behind like--yes, just like that." Doget surveyed the perfect heart-shaped postier just barely concealed by the tartan with an admiring eye. If only mine wasn't so flat and more like this gorgeous young thing's, ah well...

Miriam Doget licked her hungry lips, then snapped herself out of it and glared across the room to Elsa who was staring at them, "Resume, Miss Hacleod!"

"Right!" and the blonde turned back and started delivering regular smacks to Yatiri. The girl started to moan in tandem to the flogging, but Miss Doget didn't seem to notice. She slid her hand down the length of Jo's back in almost a caressing fashion and rested it for a moment on the back of her skirt.

"This isn't so bad, now is it?"

"Um..."

"It's okay, you can speak. Just whisper."

"Yes, Miss. Um...please don't h-hurt me. I've learned my lesson."

Miriam leaned back in her chair and toyed with the hem of Jo's skirt, "And what lesson is that?"

"Not to be late for class." the nineteen year old replied softly as Yat's moans began to rise in pitch.

"And?" Doget traced a triangle in the tartan, reveling in the feel of the taut flesh hidden beneath.

"Oh! And not to interrupt the teacher."

"Very good. Perhaps you have been punished enough. Let me see." and she raised Jo's skirt and surveyed her bare postier, "Hmmm, a little bruising and a few welts. Nothing too severe if seen to properly." and she reached to a drawer, opened it and withdrew a jar of ointment.

Jo glanced back, her left cheek flat to the green blotter, "Uh-"

"Do you want me to continue the punishment, Miss Phalen?"

"No!" Johanna whispered fiercely as across the room Yatiri started to keen plaintively.

"You are such a whore!" grunted Elsa, sweat beading on her forehead as she laid into the prostrate Indian girl with the ruler.

"Yeah! I--UH!--Yeah, I am! OH damn!"

"Take it!"

"Yes!"

"You slut!"

"OHHH!"

"Oh my, those two are such a pair." Doget rolled her eyes and set the open jar down, stuck in a finger and hooked out a healthy dab. She smeared half of it down Jo's left cheek, then the rest down the other. The brunette squealed first in surprise at the cool, slick feeling, then groaned as her teacher began spreading it like butter on bread with her deft fingers.

"It's okay, Miss Phalen." Miriam purred softly as she greased her buttocks, "You won't feel a thing in the morning."

Her behind was tingling like crazy now, what the heck was in that ointment?! Jo exhaled mightily as the teacher kneaded her flesh like dough, plying it this way and that with her left hand while the right slid up the girl's back and took hold of the long braid of chestnut hair, running the silky locks through her fingers like the coils of a snake.

"You like that, don't you."

"Ummm..."

"Honesty, Miss Phalen."

"Yes...yes, I do." she shut her eyes and began to pant as the hand started grasping and ungrasping her left cheek.

"Sometimes a spanking can be fun." whispered Doget and she smacked her right cheek gently. Jo moaned low.

"Watch Yatiri." ordered the teacher and Jo turned her face forward and locked her eyes on the Indian girl's round ass as Doget began to trace her finger up and down the divide between her buttocks. Yatiri was clearly building toward climax as Elsa smacked away rapidly, she shivered and bucked, her cries rising and rising. And Jo felt herself building as well under the smooth, educated hand of Miss Doget.

Ohhhhhh, what is sh-she doing?! Ohhhhh, that feels good. Oh! What!?

Doget's digit slipped down to her protruding labia and began to gently caress it. Jo groaned and her eyes bulged. She is n-not doing what I think she's--ohhhhhhhh....!

"Keep watching, dear." breathed the red haired teacher she increased the speed of her stroking. Up and down, up-and-down, ohhhhhhh, up-down-up-down-up-down!

Yat's cries suddenly cycled high and her butt strained, her whole body went rigid and her mouth hung wide as she grunted like a pig.

"Oh damn, you loser." Elsa lowered the yard stick and rolled her eyes.

"Mmmmmmm, yessss! Oh yesss! DAMN! Soooo good!" cried out the Indian girl as she game long and hard, her whole being flaring mightily at the sweet, sweet release. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck, do it a-again!" she fisted the desk and humped against it like a lover.

Doget's finger was a blur on Jo's sex now and the brunette's eyes snapped shut behind her glasses and her mouth formed a wide 'O' of her own and she came--came-CAME!

"OH GOD! YES! YESSS!" her pulsating labia strained for the finger, trying to grasp it and pull it into her, but Doget just smiled serenely and plucked it back.

"Awwwwww..." Jo moaned lustily and sunk into the desk, panting with regret. Her whole body shivered as the orgasm faded.

Miss Doget jabbed her roughly in the side, "Up!" and Jo jerked onto her feet and staggered back gasping.

"Enough! Punishment over!" snapped the teacher, "Everybody out!"

"But-" Jo started to say.

"You're late for lunch! Go!"

The trio of girls blinked in unison, then in a flurry of movement and grabbing up of undergarments they broke for the door. They had it open and were through it in a rush and it slammed shut solidly.

Behind her desk, Miriam Doget picked up the cheddar and regarded it thoughtfully, "The new girl has promise. Maybe she'll survive. Maybe..."

Then she took a bite and began to slowly chew...

To be continued...

 

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The Finishing Touch

Part III - Always Adept

The Govington Academy Student Dinging Room...

"Where have you guys been?" demanded an Asian girl as the trio of white-bloused and tartan-skirted nineteen year-olds trooped in and headed straight for the bread line. "Awww, were you bad? Which Punishment was it-"

"Shut it, Suuk." snapped Elsa HacLeod and the olive-skinned girl glared, but went silent. Then stuck out her tongue. El flipped her off and went to stand behind Yatiri.

"I hate that bitch." muttered the Indian girl.

"She'll get hers." fumed El, "Trust me."

"Just like I just did."

"Hey, Yat, don't be like that. You know I didn't have a choice."

"Yeah, whatever."

Jo Phelan looked back from ahead of Bevi, "You sure seemed to be enjoying yourself though."

"It's called putting on a good show, Failin'. The politics in Govington, for both teachers and students, is killer. Come to terms with that and your life will get a whole lot easier."

"Yeah, but Failing Jo is right." sniffed Yat, trying not to cry, "Rawhide? Calling me a lying slut? What was with that? You went too far, El."

The little blonde rolled her eyes, "Oh, man-up, you fat pussy. You liked it, don't forget."

"Only 'cause it was the only way to survive it."

"That's no excuse."

Yat scowled, "Also you didn't have to tell Fido."

"Fido?" frowned Jo.

"You know, Doget? As in dog?"

"Oh! Hah, that's so mean, you guys come up with the worst nicknames."

Elsa leaned past Yat and gave Jo a shove, "Quit yammering, you're holding up the line. I'm famished!"

"MavshiChi Gaand!" muttered Yat in her own tongue, "Must be hungry from beating your friends."

"Let it go, hun. You brought it on yourself, interrupting Fido like that. And for what? You know her games, she was going to break in the newbie here no matter what."

Jo blinked hard as she picked up a steel lunch tray, "What?! She was? Why?"

"It's what they do." shrugged El as she and Yat picked up their own, "This is a Finishing School, after all. The teachers are here to train you for marriage ab0ve all things. First lesson: absolute obedience."

"You mean even if I had done nothing wrong Fido--I mean Miss Doget, she would have still found a way to punish me?"

"You just don't seem to get it, Failin'. How dumb are you? Wait, don't answer that."

"Huh? Quit being so mean and explain, why are they targeting me for punishment?"

"Not right now!" hissed the flaxen nymph, "Eyes front, Jo!"

"And what's all this?" snarled a surly voice, "We got a problem?"

Jo looked forward and found herself nearly nose-to-nose with a black girl in a stained white apron who loomed over the splash guard like a prison guard. Eep!

"Who's the fresh meat?" asked the server, gripping her big soup ladle like a baseball bat.

"Oh this is gonna be sweet." chuckled Elsa, "Johanna Phelan? Meet Yasmine Fricker."

Jo eyed the glaring dark-skinned girl and her eyes flicked down her length and focused for a second on the green crowns on her collar. Oh great, another student with special powers over me like HacLeod. Better try to make this first impression go better than the last one!

She stuck out a hand, "Um...hi! Nice to meet you. Yeah, heh, I'm new here."

"Yeah, I got that. I've never seen you before and I know everybody. And here you are, late for lunch, thus keeping me from my own, and to add to that you are holding up the line, wasting even more of my time."

"Um--I didn't mean to, Yasmine-"

"It's Fricker! We ain't bosom buddies, Phelan."

"Heh, bosom buddies!"

"Shut-up, HacLeod!" growled the black girl.

A grey-haired lunch lady with a cleaver in her hand leaned in, "We got a problem here, Fricker?"

"Yeah, we do. This newbie, Phelan? She's holding up the line. And she gave me lip."

"What?! No!" Jo cried, "I-I didn't!"

"Okay, out of the line." ordered the woman.

"But I don't have any food!"

"Your mistake, that'll teach you to be a smart mouth."

"But I didn't! I swear-"

"She admits it." grinned Yasmine, "She swore. At me. Said the f-word and everything."

"No supper either then either." glared the lunch lady, "Leave the Dining Room."

"I didn't have breakfast either! No supper?! That'll mean I won't eat all day!"

"That's the point. See you in the morning."

"This isn't right!"

The old woman narrowed her eyes, "One more word and breakfast will be cancelled as well. Want to not eat for a day and a half? Try me, young lady."

Johanna looked back-and-forth between Yatiri and El desperately, but they were making all effort to study their own trays. She opened and closed her mouth, then pursed her lips in barely controlled rage and silently stalked out of the very silent cafeteria in a huff.

* * * * *

"Bastards! Jerks! Meanies! They're going to pay!"

In the sheltered courtyard, Johanna sat hunched over on the edge of a white marble fountain, head in hands and cursed all she had met so far in Ye Ole Gov' under her breath.

This place is so awful! I hate it here! I do! I do! Oh, why did Father and Mother do this to me?! I explained to them what happened! It wasn't my fault, I was tricked, they said they understood! But three days later they sent me here! I want to go HOME!

"Home!" she cried and moaned low under her breath, "I wanna go home..."

"Hey, are you okay?"

She looked up in surprise, she thought she was alone in the little garden. She had wandered the halls of Govington Finishing Academy for what seemed like hours, no longer caring in the least about the classes she was missing, until she had stumbled across this small open area filled with carefully manicured pine trees set in a circle around the fountain. Stone walls towered on all sides and she had been able to bolt the only door from the outside, leaving her all alone in the miniature conservatory. Or so she had thought...

"Wha--you're a boy!"

He frowned and setting his hoe on his shoulder tugged off his ball cap and ran a hand through ginger hair, "I'm eighteen, thank-you very much."

"Oh, I didn't mean--I meant, you're not a girl."

"Gee, thanks for that clarification. Without you to confirm it I might have started wearing dresses."

She frowned, "Is everybody on edge in this wacky place? I mean really! I have yet to meet a single person who wasn't seriously on the defensive."

"Okay, you're right, sorry. But you don't know what it's like."

"Wanna bet?"

"You know what it's like being the only guy amongst two hundred women?"

Jo leaned back and smoothed her skirt over her knees, "Sounds like a good deal to me. I mean, if I was a guy. Which I'm not, and you very clearly are, I swear!"

"You're overdoing it." he rolled his eyes, "I'm Richie, not that you care."

"I'm Johanna, and I'm doing my best to, but it's hard, trust me." she frowned, "But wait, you are a guy."

"We're going in circles now."

"What I mean is, this is a girl's finishing school. So what's a guy doing here?"

He gestured with the hoe and for the first time Jo noticed he was clad in mud-stained jeans, work boots and an orange flannel shirt.

"Oh! You're the gardener?"

"More like jack-of-all-trades." he bristled.

"But wouldn't they prefer you to be, like, a lot older? You know, to avoid complications? Of the romantic kind? Oh!" she smiled, "Are you gay?"

"No!"

She shrugged, "What, it's a legitimate question. Lots of important young ladies populate this place, I'm sure, and their extremely wealthy parents might be concerned about a boy--man! A young man with access to them. If you know what I mean."

"I get a special pass."

"May I ask why?"

He turned on his heel and headed off, "No. You may not."

She glared daggers at his back, "Whatever then! You're as bad as all the rest of them! Screw you!"

Richie made no reply, just sat on a bench and picked up a heavy brown paper bag and pulled out a

"SANDWICH!" gasped Jo and she blurred across the grass to slam down beside him like a demon released from Hades.

"Jeez! Are you on drugs?!"

"Ohh, it's a BLT! My god, bacon!" and she reached for it.

Richie held it back and glared, "Keep your mitts off! This is my supper."

"But you don't understand! I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon! And I've been banned from the Student Dining Room until tomorrow morning!"

Richie chuckled, "Pissed off Yasmine, huh?"

"Wha--you know that witch?"

"Not as much as I'd like."

She tore her eyes from the oh-so-delicious looking sandwich and glared, "Is that lust I hear in your voice, Rich?"

"It's Richie."

"You got a thing for her?"

"I got a thing for lots of the girls around here. I'm only human. But, I can look but not touch." he scowled, "And I can barely look, yeesh!" He turned away from her and took a bite, "Now go away. Your problems aren't mine."

"But I'm starving!"

"Again, not my problem. If you're on a food ban I can't help. If I get caught I'll get it just as bad, or even worse. The only thing worse than snitching at Govington is interfering with a Punishment."

"Aww, you suck!" she slapped her thighs and fell silent.

Richie took another bite of the sandwich and chewed slowly, tried to stare at the fountain. He couldn't help it though and his eyes were dragged back to Jo who stared at him slack-jawed, drool literally forming on her splayed lips.

He sighed, "I thought girls had great stamina or whatever."

"We need food in the first place for that! And this girl's tummy is bare! You gotta help me out. Please!"

"Nothing doing. Yasmine'll kick my ass and I'm not allowed to fight back." he sighed longingly, "Though at least a girl would be touching me."

Jo bit her bottom lip and then made a hard decision. She took a deep breath and laid a gentle hand on Richie's left knee. He froze in mid-bite.

"You like to be touched, huh?" her tone was like butter melting on a roll hot from the oven.

"Uhhhh..."

She stroked her hand halfway up his thigh, then back down to grip his knee, "You know, Rich..."

"R-Richie. It's R-Richie."

"Okay, you know what, R-Richie?"

He tore his eyes from the hand squeezing his knee and looked up into her smiling face as she leaned in close. Her lazy brown eyes leered suggestively behind the thick lenses of her glasses. The trade-jacker exhaled in agonized desperation and his hot breath rose up and fogged Jo's glasss for a long moment.

"Do...Do I know what?" he asked in a low voice.

"You do me a favor and maybe I do one for you."

"A...A favor."

"Uh-huh." she nodded and reached for the sandwich with her free hand.

"But I can't!" he held it away, "If they find out-"

She caressed his cheek with the tip of her sharp nose and he groaned. "How are they going to find out, Rich? We're locked up all by ourselves here in the conservatory."

"They'll notice you've eaten."

"I'll pretend like I'm still starving. I'm a great actress."

"I dunno, Jo..."

"Yes you do." she stroked halfway up his thigh again and he gasped, "Now gimme the rest of that sandwich and half of whatever else you got in that bag."

"And...and if I do?" he rasped.

"What do you want?" she asked coyly.

"To...to fuck you..."

Johanna's eyes went wide and she took her hand away, terrible hunger forgotten for a second.

"What?! No! I'm no whore!"

"But you said a favor."

"I'm not fu--doing it with you!" she hissed and looked away in disgust, "I'm a v--and even if I wasn't--I'm not like that! I barely know you and certainly don't love you! Oh, never mind!" and she made to rise and bolt, but Richie caught her by the wrist and she paused, looked back at him, eyes flashing.

"Sorry! I wasn't thinking straight! I'm a--you know, too. And I wouldn't want you to do that. I just said the first dumb thing that popped into my head. You don't know what it's like!"

Jo sat slowly back down and pulled her wrist free of his grip, smoothed down her skirt primly, "Yeah, okay. It's fine, I got you worked up, it's partially my fault. But we have to come to some kind of agreement, I need to eat!" She stared longingly at his sandwich.

Richie glanced her up and down, licked his lips, then looked around to make sure they were completely hidden in the little tree-lined circle.

"Nobody can see us, and you bolted the door?"

Jo nodded.

"Then...then take off your blouse?"

She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully, "...okay." and she raised her hands and started unbuttoning.

Richie's heart thudded in his chest as the white silk shirt opened and she shrugged out of it, folded it carefully and set it out of the way on the bench. He stared at her high little breasts, half hidden behind the cups of her white cotton bra.

"Ohhh...and?"

She looked shy for a moment, then shrugged, "Yeah, okay." and reached behind her back and unhooked it, paused for a moment to drape one arm across her chest and pulled the straps off her narrow shoulders, tugged if free and set it down on the folded blouse.

"Well?" he breathed, eyes dilating.

"It's hard!"

"Oh, it really is!" he nodded.

Jo glanced down at him, then looked up fast, "Ew! Not that!"

"But it is! You have no idea!"

"I'll bet! But what I mean is, I've never done this before. No guy has ever seen--seen them!"

"I'll never tell! I swear! It's not like I could, remember? This stays secret or we're both dead!"

Johanna frowned for a second. He says that like he actually means it, not like it's just a phrase. He can't be serious, right? No...that's crazy.

She shook her head and dismissed the thought, took a deep breath, then lowered her arm. Her pert, teardrop-shaped breasts bounced into view and Richie groaned loudly.

"Dammmmmn!"

She cocked her head and smiled, "You've never seen real ones before, have you?"

"Nooo. Ohh, so perfect. And you've never shown them to a guy? I'm your first?"

"Yeah, uh-huh." she nodded and they bobbed along with her rising and setting face.

Richie felt dizzy. Jo reached out and plucked the sandwich from limp fingers and with great relish took a huge bite. She groaned loudly herself as she chewed, "Oh, thank the lord! Um--so good!"

The gardener watched her bare young breasts rise and fall as she ate and heartily agreed. A girl is eating a sandwich, topless right in front of me! A live girl! Nude!

I--I have to touch them!

He reached for her, lust in his eyes, Jo's eyes had closed as she savored the last bite of the BLT, but they snapped back open as his rough hands took firm hold of her boobs.

"Hey!" she gulped down the final morsel, "We agreed you could just look!"

"Dammmmn! I never imagined how good they would feel!" he kneaded and squeezed them gently, rolling the flesh orbs in his dual grip.

"I'm sure, but...but...mmmm..." her eyes slowly closed as her breath quickened, it DID feel good. Really good.

A thumb grazed a nipple and she gasped, "Ohhh..."

"You like that?" Richie did it again and the breasts heaved in his grip, he felt the nipple pebble.

"Mmmmm...yes."

"They go hard when touched, mmmm." she explained.

He stroked both nipples now, they pointed forth like hard pencil erasers, "But I thought you said no guy ever saw you like this?"

"Yeah, none have--ohhh... But I--I have..."

His jaw sagged, "You touch them yourself?!"

"At...at night...in bed." her eyes slid shut, "When I'm alone..."

"You do?" he cupped the breasts firmly in each hand and began tracing his thumbs around the nipples in slow circles. Johanna moaned low and bit her lip. Richie marveled as each brown aureola wrinkled up like magic. This is so awesome!

"I--I do too."

"Do...do what?" she asked distractedly, barely able to sit still as he played her firm bare tits like a master violinist upon his instrument.

"Touch myself at night. When I'm in bed."

"Ohhhh...you mean...you touch your...y-your..."

"Yeah...when I touch it..." he squeezed her left one while he loosened his hold on the right, then switched, squeeze--cup--squeeze-cup-squeeeeeze, cuuuuup.

"Ummmmmm, ohhh niiice..." gushed Jo, like she was in a semi-hypnotic state.

"This is the best feeling ever." remarked Rich, getting off now more on her expression and the lusty tone of her soprano voice than the hot, foamy feel of her quivering nineteen year-old mounds.

"It is...it is..." the girl felt dizzy, "It's not what I expected."

"Tell me..."

"I thought it...it would be like when I--when I did it to myelf. But it's...so much better."

"Because of me?"

"N-No."

"I'm hurt."

"Not that! No...it's because I don't know what--ahhhhhh--what y-you're going to do....next!" her eyes flashed open and her jaw sagged, "You pinched them!"

"Sorry!" he quickly let go and looked guilty, "Did I hurt you?"

"Yeah, sort of. But it also felt SOOO good!" she caught his wrists and yanked his hands back on her tits, "Don't stop!"

"Yes, Miss!" and with a mad grin Richie returned to squeezing them like the ripe melons they were and Jo started mewling softly under her breath.

"T-Tell me..." she managed to say after another excruciating wonderful minute.

"Tell you what?"

"What you...do..."

"You mean...?!"

"Yeah..." she smiled.

Richie continued stroking and fondling her breasts and shut his own eyes, "I...I jerk it."

"Yeah, dummy, I know that. B-But...awwwww, when you flick them--yes! Like that! Just like--uh!--like that! But tell me...how you d-do it..."

"Oh. I'm not supposed to."

"Not supposed to tell?"

"No. Not supposed to do it at all. You aren't supposed to either. Nobody here is."

"We...aren't...?" she asked dreamily, and the revelation failed to imprint itself.

"Nope. My mother, she keeps a close watch on me. It's forbidden. Johanna?"

"It's just Jo."

"Okay, Jo. And you...you can call me Rich."

"Thought you didn't like that."

"I like it when you say it."

She smiled as he twisted them toward each other, threatening to unscrew them, she swore, but it felt so damn niiiiiice. "Okay, big Rich. I bet you're big too."

"The biggest. For you."

"Tell me more about it. Wh-What you do..."

"Yeah, sure, but Jo?"

"Yeah, Rich?"

"Can--Can I touch you...touch you under your...your skirt?"

"Nope." she smiled darkly, eyes still closed.

"Okay." and he started circling both nipples fast with his thumbs, grazing each aureola. She grunted and squirmed on the stone bench, grinding her ass into the smooth surface. Sweat beaded on her forehead.

"I wait until my mom is asleep," Rich intoned, "I have to pretend I'm asleep for like a half hour before she gives up playing watchman."

"That sucks....mmmm, suuucks."

"I know, right? But when I'm sure she's out then I get naked."

"Ooooo."

"And peel back the blankets."

"Ohhhhhhh....."

"And then I take hold, it's really hard by that point."

"Heh, bet you're th-thinking about Yasmine Fricker by...by then."

"Sometimes. Okay, nearly always. But not anymore..."

"No?" she slid her eyes open.

"Nope." he opened his as well, "Not anymore. It'd be impossible."

The breath caught in her throat and neither of them breathed for nearly ten seconds, then she blurred forward and into his lap, straddling him, their mouths were caught in a tight kiss, lips wide and tongues fighting desperately, his hands were on her bare shoulder blades, hers in his wavy ginger hair, she was grinding herself like mad into his upthrusting groin, he clawed at her back and their mouths broke from each other.

"Oh! Jo!"

"Rich! Oh Rich! I-I'm--!"

"Uhhh--ohhh--guhhhhh!" he slammed himself against her and she cried out in jubilation and they both came and came!

It was amazing, they clutched at each other as the shared rapture rocketed through their young bodies and Jo heaved upon him, then fell back as his arms fell away and they both slumped, him against the back of the bench, her laying back along it's length, gasping as she opened her hazy eyes and stared up into the sky with a crazy smile and looked into the face of Vic.

"Hi there. You two look like you've been having a fun time."

Johanna screamed and was off Richie and the bench in a flash, grabbed her things and charged for the door, had the bolt back and was gone like the wind.

Rich glared at the intruder, arms folded across his chest, "Gee, thanks for that, jackass."

Vic just laughed.

* * * * *

An hour later Jo finally found the door of her dorm assignment and fumbling with the key they'd given her what seemed like ten years ago she unlocked it, slipped in fast and twisted the bolt close after her, breathed a sigh of semi-relief. It couldn't be full relief, nope, because she was still trapped in the raging house of horrors known as Govington Finishing Academy for Young Ladies.

But not for long if I have anything to say about it! Two! Two guys saw me topless! And one of them, he touched my--and so did the other! Except what he touched was my--my--inside my--ohhhh my!

Jo shook her head to try and clear it and decided to focus on something else, something more stable. Like what?!

She held up the battered class schedule she'd been given with the key and scanned it in the thin moonlight beaming phantasmagorically through the gauzy curtains.

Let's see, I had five classes today, my first day, two in the morning and three after lunch, and I managed to attend less than half of just ONE. Well now, Johanna Phalen, you really are living up to that name pun you never heard before coming to Ye Old Gov', except I'm starting to think the classes themselves don't actually matter, this isn't boarding school after all, you graduated from that, this is a finishing school, and how! This place is bonkers and everybody seems to be out to get me!

I've been molested, well sorta, spanked, molested again, this time by a teacher, made out with a jack-of-all-fucking-trades for a damn sandwich! And did it for an audience! Vic! Vic...damn, he's handsome. So's Rich...

And Miss Doget, she's sort of...o-kay, what the heck am I thinking!

"This place is threatening to turn me as nutso as it is! Could this get any worse?" she growled at the empty room.

And a shape sat up on the bed opposite and glared.

"You!" a lamp sprang to life.

"Wha--you?!" Jo gawked in shock.

The dark-skinned young woman sprang from the bed and onto her feet, nightshirt spinning about her ankles as if in a hurricane, her fists at the ready.

"Oh. I guess we're roomies. Fan-freakin-tastic." groaned Jo.

And Yasmine Fricker glared...

To be continued...

 

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The Finishing Touch

Part IV - Unusually Undone

Midnight, Orchid Dorm, Govington Academy...

"Go away! Find something to do!"

With a hard shove, the lanky young woman was propelled bodily from room 169. She whirled around in shock and made to charge back in but got a firm palm in the guts for her efforts.

Jo gagged and tried not to fall to her knees and her furious roommate Yasmine Fricker loomed over her, dark eyes flashing, "This is MY room, Phalen! I didn't ask for you and you're harshing my alone time. Leave for a few hours or else I break something. Get me?"

"But-"

The door slammed shut in her face and the bolt clicked home.

So much for that, Johanna rubbed her throbbing belly than with shoulders slumped headed off down the dimly lit hallway, choosing the left passage at random. She's impossible! Yasmine hates me and there's nothing I can do about it! I have to get out of this crazy school!

She went down the steps, paused on the bottom one and looked back and forth forlornly. Where can I go? All doors outside are sealed so the Conservatory is out, or any of the other grounds. And the library locks at ten. I know, that's where I was right until they booted me out, just to avoid Fricker. Oh jeez, what am I gonna d-

"Watch yourself, new meat!" another girl came jogging by, eyes wild, "The Yank Patrol is out and about!"

Jo watched her rocket down the corridor like the devil himself was rising out of Hell to seize her soul, "The what? The Yanks?"

"The Yank Patrol! You heard me, dummy!" and she vanished around a bend.

Yank Patrol? What the heck is--Johanna's head swung around as she heard heavy footfalls coming her way from where the running girl had appeared. The beam of a flashlight swung into view.

They--they'll be here in seconds! What--where do I go?!

There was no time to head after the other girl, she wouldn't get to the corner in time, and back up the stairs--no, that wouldn't work either, she'd bet. No way to keep her shoes quiet on that battered and creaky old wood, so--where?

Whe--there!

Directly across from her the grill work of an air vent hung a foot above the floor. It was hinged on top and yesterday she'd seen a maid swabbing disinfectant inside. It was narrow, but she was real thin--No time!

Jo darted for it, swung it open, scrambled inside and hooked the cover back down with the heal of her shoe just in time.

She huddled in the narrow, dusty darkness and listened as what sounded like two or three people strode slowly past in a leisurely fashion. She couldn't see them, she could only see--OOOOOO! A m-m-mouse!

It squeaked in fury, then turned about and ran off down the rectangular tunnel. Jo stifled a scream, she didn't like rodents one bit, and had to bite her hand to keep from crying out. After a long moment the mouse didn't return and the Patrol appeared to be past, so she breathed a sigh of relief and pushed back with her foot.

And the grate didn't budge.

What?

She pushed again, harder, but to no avail.

Is it jammed? Or locked? I didn't see a lock. But--damn!

She pushed again, with all her strength, and the solid wrought iron shivered and strained, but remained shut. She gasped and pulled back her foot, took a deep breath and kicked. There came a solid CLANG! that echoed up and down the air shaft and made her head ache. But again, the vent stayed firmly shut.

And she heard a shout.

Oh no! They heard that!

Running feet headed in her direction, Jo blinked in the murky nothingness and made an instant decision, struggled forward and began to crawl for all she was worth.

"Did you hear that? Where did it come from?"

She didn't recognize the voice, it was greatly muffled though and she was around a bend in the shaft so it was getting pretty hard to hear. Jo tried to crawl as quietly as possible, though keeping from coughing was the biggest challenge it was so dusty, then a blast of air ruffled her hair from up ahead and a low light began to form. At least the shaft is getting wider--AHHHHHHH!

The floor dropped out from under her, Johanna's arms and legs flailed madly but she found nothing to catch onto and down she plunged like a rock...

* * * * *

"Guuuuuhhh..."

Jo sat slowly up, rubbing her head. Where...what happened? Oh, r-right, the vent...

She looked around and saw she was in what appeared to be a low-ceilinged storeroom for old athletic equipment. Lacrosse rackets hung from beams, horse tackle and bridles protruded from cubby holes and a wide variety of other mostly ancient sporting gear were stored about her.

"Wow..."

A thick layer of dust lay on everything. Jo'd bet nobody had been in here on official school business in decades. Another forgotten Govington Academy nook.

"This place is a giant maze, and I'm the poor rat trapped in the evil labyrinth. Yay..."

Johanna looked up and saw the wide mouth of the air shaft hanging open. A hinged grid, just thin metal, not iron like the one that had imprisoned her in the ventilated labyrinth, swung softly on it's hinges. She must have knocked it open as she plunged down and somehow hadn't broken all the bones in her body.

How'd I manage that? and feeling beneath her found the answer. She was sitting atop a wide stack of old gym mats. She slid off them and onto the tiles and found they were more than waist high.

"How convenient." she muttered, eyes narrowing, "It's almost like they had been placed her expressly for the purpose of cushioning an escape from the vent.

And as if in reply, she heard a pair of low voices in the distance. Johanna bent low and crept forward stealthily, winding her was through the network of crates, free shelves and tubs, and reached the center of the big room. A ring of old saw horses created a circle in-which more mats had been spread and before a pair of old milk crates two girls were lounging, holding sheets of paper . A board was spread on the crates and a card stock divider concealed what a third girl was doing.

What the heck...? Are they doing drugs? Govington is full of crackheads.

Jo strained to hear their low voices.

"...okay, you got the door open."

"About time, Haluka-"

"Lady Draxx!"

"Stay in character, Nekrathia." said the girl behind the little screen, "You step through-"

"I didn't step through."

"Huh?"

"Neither did I." said Haluka, aka Lady Draxx, she had a slight lilt of what sounded like Andora to her voice, "Not falling for that. Taking a looksie-first."

"Okay, roll Spy Danger."

There came the rattle of dice and behind the saw horses Jo rolled her eyes, oh yuck, I know what they're doing. I wish it was drugs--"Aaachooo!" she sneezed as a swirl of dust ghosted across her nostrils.

"An intruder!" shouted the girl running the game and there was a rush of movement and before she could recover Jo found herself surrounded and a sword was jabbing into her throat.

"Uh...hi there. Heh..."

"Who are you!" demanded the identity confused one, while the Lady Draxx glared down the length of the blade.

"Let's decapitate her!"

"Haluka-"

"She'll tell, Ruth!"

"No." said Jo, "I won't, I swear. Plus, I think this sword is made of foam rubber."

"So!"

"So, you might find it hard to cut off my head with it."

"This one's real." said the third, shortest girl and from the pocket of her school-issue cardigan she produced a switch blade and the blade snicked open, glinted evilly in the dim store room light.

"Enough, Lottie. Put it away. She's out after curfew too so she'd get in just as much trouble."

"Yeah, whatever." and she folded up the blade, but gave a Jo a look, "Snitches get stitches. Remember that, you skinny snoop."

"I will. Hey, what are you doing?" asked Jo as they trooped back to their places.

"None of your business." said Lottie as she studied her sheet.

"Castles and Creatures!" grinned Haluka, "Want to play?"

"What?! No!" Lottie slapped the page down.

"But we do need a third, Esmerelda isn't coming back."

"Was that her real name or her character's?" asked Jo settling in between the two of them.

"Her real one! She played Gorko-Bongo the Confused, a half-squidling/half-centaur berserker paladin."

"Be hard to find a prom dress with that combo, I'd say."

"You have to swear a blood oath never to betray the group." declared Ruth with great solemnity.

Jo blinked, frowned, and wondered if this was a good idea. But she did need somewhere to hide while Yasmine was doing her dirty deeds, and plus these girls probably knew the way back to Orchid Dorm, which put them three steps ahead of her, that was for sure.

"Does it entail actual blood?"

"Pretty close!" and Haluka raised an old wine bottle.

"Ah, the plot thins."

"It's red!"

"The hexed brew of the draconic flashing elves who dwell deep in the tangled depths of the Forest of Fragoo!"

Lottie rolled her eyes, "Oh jeez, you're lame, Haluka-"

"Lady Draxx!"

"God, shut up!"

Haluka looked to Ruth, "I want to challenge Nekrathia the Bald to a honor duel!"

"The Bold, dumbass."

"She has no hair under her helmet!"

"It's still Bold."

"Bald!"

Lottie caught up the foam broad sword, "Yeah, okay, Castle Master, let's duel."

"There will be no duel!" Ruth waved her arms high, "For your chaotic dispute is interrupted by a flash of polychromatic light and as the swirling smoke clears-"

Jo sneezed again in the swirling dust.

"-a sorceress supreme materializes before you in bands of crimson silk!"

A page was thrust over the screen at Jo who caught it up as she rubbed her abused nose with the back of her hand. She peered down at the sheet and saw in a box a rather poor sketch of a fierce looking lady barely dressed in wide red ribbons. She was extremely well-endowed with wild red hair and grasped a tall wooden stick with a big purple jewel set in it's top.

"What's that supposed to be?"

"Oooo! A Class VII Scrag-Scepter!" beamed Haluka, "You're so lucky."

"Stay in character!" said Ruth.

"Right! Hold there, enchantress! For I am Lady Meduulalon Vonn Draxx, exhiled nobility from the Isle of Uwakka! And this fearsome warrioress beside me-"

"Warrioress isn't a word."

"Not now, Lottie! And this fearsome battletrix with me-"

"Better."

"-is the legendary Nekrathia the Bal-Bold!"

"The Bal-Bold?"

"Watch it, witch."

"Sorry, Nekrathia."

"And who might you be?" demanded Hal as Ruth took a puff from an asthma inhaler.

"Uh-" Jo looked down at the character sheet, "Um, the name line is blank."

"You have to make it up!" hissed the Andorran girl, squeezing Jo's knee in prompt.

"Oh. Um...let's see..."

"Come on." muttered Lottie, "We don't got all night."

"I'm...I'm Vendolyn Casteria, Jem-Witch of the Amethyst Fortress." And Jo blinked hard. O-kay, where the heck did that come from?!

"Whoa..." breathed Lottie.

"Wow! Cool!" Haluka's eyes danced.

"Very good." nodded Ruth, "And you realize she has been teleportally dispatched by the noble Queen of Queens to aid you in your quest to destroy the Lich Wyrm of Pugothii!"

"Let us drink to our new alliance!" declared Haluka and she upended the bottle and swallowed. She wiped her mouth and handed it past Jo to Lottie who wasted no time getting her fill, then gave it to Ruth. She drank deeply, then tossed it across to Jo who caught it and stared at the gaping mouth.

"Um...I dunno..."

"But you h-have to!" Hal beckoned, "Swear to stand by us, in the magical realm of Hornyoak, and never reveal the game!"

"No C&C allowed at Govington?"

"It's forbidden, yeah. Just like sneaking out past curfew. And everything else fun." scowled Lottie, then she burped.

"I guess, okay." and Johanna raised the bottle to her lips and drank. Mmmm, it's smooth...

She downed three gulps then lowered it.

"Yay!" Haluka hugged her jubilantly and planted a kiss on her wine-stained lips, "You're one of us now!"

Lottie smacked her on the back hard, "For better or for worse. Mostly worse, heh."

"Welcome to the alliance, Vendolyn Casteria, Jem-Witch of the Amethyst Fortress." said Ruth, "And thus a bond is formed among you three that can never be broken!"

"I'll drink to that!" and Lottie took the bottle and drank.

"Wow, that's...that's s-some powerful stuff..." Johanna watched mesmerized as the short stocky girl's throat bulged and contracted. Lottie glugged loudly.

"Ruth sneaks the best w-wine from the cellars." nodded Haluka as she hooked back her shoulder-cut mousy brown hair, "Her mom's the Head Steward so she kn-knicks the key."

"Kn-Knicks?" giggled Jo.

Hal slid an arm around her waist and laughed, "Are you making fun of me, Miss Casteria?"

"No. You're...you're nice."

"I like you too." and she kissed her cheek.

"Back to the game!" said Ruth, "Okay, ladies, you the door to the tower's inner keep is open and you step through to find..." she rolled dice for the encounter table..."A gang of Herculon Bang Masters!"

"Yeah!" cheered Lottie, thumping the bottle down on her gym mat in exuberance.

"Woo!" Haluka fisted the air with her free arm, "Love me some Herculons!"

"Herculons?" frowned Jo, "What's a Herculons?"

"Think a muscled-up Spock who loves to satisfy wenches."

"Wenches?"

"How many?" demanded Lottie as she fumbled with the side buttons of her tartan school skirt.

"Six!" Ruth smiled, "And they look upon you three ladies of adventure with hungry looks! They flex their bronzed pecs and lick their lips in anticipation."

"Heh, cool, that's makes two a piece!"

Jo blinked at the stocky little girl, "Um...why are you taking off your-"

"Ummmm, nice..." and Jo looked right to find Hal was running fingers down the front of her skirt, tracing an oval shape around the jutting shape of her pubic mound, "Describe it, Castle Master. In lurid detail..."

"The hex-shaped keep is mostly made up of a big circular bed. It has crimson silk sheets and a pair of Herculons escort each of you to a section and start stripping you down."

"Mmmmm-kay..." Lottie had lost her blouse and while one hand tugged at the bra hooks behind her back, the other stroked her creamy-white abdomen, socked feet knuckling into the pliant mat beneath her lounging little body.

Jo tore her face from the softly groaning Haluka and looked to Ruth, "Um...this game. It's taking an odd turn. Is this how you always play?"

"Say it in-game or not at all, Vendolyn." the CM wagged an admonishing finger.

"I--I'm afraid to say anything."

"Then let me. Your two Herculons lower your creamy naked form down on the bed and roll you onto your side. One get's behind, the other in front and they take out their extremely large di-"

"Ohhhhh, niiiice. They're doing the exact same to me..." and Hal slid the firm foam toy sword up between her legs and slid it beneath her skirt, halted for a moment at resistance. Jo gaped as the lithe girl from Andora bit her lip and worked it around and around, then gave a soft grunt as it sagged forward a few inches.

Holy crow! It's inside--she is penetrating herself!

"Ohhhh, sooo good. Mount me, you muscly elven studs!" and she began to work it in and out, fucking herself with the prop. Her other hand was clawing at Jo's hip desperately, pulling the skirt aside and took hold of the side of her panties, tugged at them, pulling the white cotton tight against Johanna's thrumming groin.

Ummmm...am I really getting turned on by this? Whoa, must be the blood wine. My--My head is starting to spin a b-bit, I'll admit...

Hal was pounding herself fast now, grunting and thrashing upon the old blue gym mats, knees bent and the soles of her white patent leather shoes grinding with each thrust. Her head lulled back and her shinning eyes fixed on Jo's, she gave a little cry and went rigid.

"Ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, I did it. Mmmm..."

"Wow, you came?"

"It was really...nice...hand me the bottle, hun?"

Jo obeyed without thought and Hal tossed away the sticky toy sword and sat up, took a deep drink, then coughed and grinned, "Here, have some more."

"I dunno if...if I should."

"Come on, Ven, it's so good. Makes my belly glow."

Jo took it and sipped.

"Be a man! Chug!" Haluka tipped the end up, making Johanna swallow hard.

"Guhhh!" she dropped the bottle and gagged. Hal caught it in time and set it aside, leaned in close, "You know what, Vendolyn?"

"It's Jo, actually. Urp! B-But what?" Ohhh, my aching skull...

"I prefer calling you Vendolyn." Hal stroked her cheek lovingly, "You're awfully pretty."

"Huh? Aw, no. I'm...pretty plain."

"No! Pretty pretty."

"Heh, pretty pretty. That's...that s-sounds funny."

"I think so too." and Haluka slid her rump across the mat and pressed close, slipped arms around Jo's waist.

"Whoa, the r-room is really starting to spin."

"I'll ground you." Hal bent her head to side and kissed her again.

Jo's eyes went wide and then slid closed again, she returned the kiss and they embraced for a long minute, Hal stroking her back and hair, as their lips clasped and grazed. Then they broke and she blinked dreamily, "That...that was...uh..."

"Nice...mmmm..." Lottie moaned behind her and Jo looked back to see Ruth had abandoned her Castles & Creatures books and emerged from behind her milk crate. She'd left her blouse and bra behind as well and the two girls were making out. Like Jo and Hal had been doing. Uh...what am I doing? Ohhh, my br-brain, it's m-melting...

She fought to hold onto full consciousness, "But...but aren't we playing anymore?"

"We are, yeah." Haluka was unbuttoning her blouse.

"I mean the game."

"We're celebrating your joining." she pulled it open and gazed greedily at the cotton-cupped breasts high upon Jo's heaving chest.

"You're...lesbians?"

"No, not really. Just having fun." Haluka bent over her and covered the protruding tops of her breasts in kisses while her hands slid beneath Jo's skirt and inched down her panties, "You don't see any boys around here, now do you?"

"Well..."

"So a girls got to make do..." the Pandorran girl tossed away Jo's blouse undies and pulled her down on the mats, gripped Jo's bare waist and nuzzled her left breast through the bra.

"Ahhhh...ohhhh...I dunno..."

"Just--mmmm--having fun..." Hal guided her hand down between her legs and gripped the fingers with her thighs. The heat was amazing and Jo's curling fingers met with fleshy dampness. No panties there either. She obviously hadn't even bother to wear any tonight in anticipation.

"Ohhh, stoke my pussy, Vendolyn!"

"Haluka...I don't know a-about this..."

"Lady Meduulalon...call me that..." she gripped the bra in her teeth and tugged it down. Jo's breast popped free and jiggled in the dusty storeroom air, the damp chill made the nipples turn instantly rock hard. Or was it something else that did it? Like the hand that was parting her thighs ever so gently and sneaking an index finger up...upwards...

"Ummmmm, my Lady..." Jo couldn't offer any more resistance, the finger slid into her aching slit with a soft sucking sound. She pushed into the brown haired girl and the labia contracted around her swirling digit, they settled onto their sides and began finger banging each other as Jo sank her hand into Hal's hair and urged her against her thrusting bare tits. Hal lapped at her nubs and began to suck hard on the right one, as their fingers worked in tandem within each other's rapidly self-lubricating hollows.

Behind them Lottie and Ruth were working each other into a frenzy, they were completely naked now and leaning back on their elbows, legs wrapped around each other and scissoring madly as Ruth moaned and Lottie swore like a stuck pirate!

"Aw shit! Hot fucking damn! Harder, whore! Mash my donut!"

"MMMM-AHHH--Huhhhh! Ohhhh, Nekrathia, you d-dirty slut!"

"Say my name! Say it!"

"Nekrathia! Ohhhhhhhh! YES!"

And they pounded pussies like crazy!

Haluka broke from the gasping Jo's breast with a sucking noise and pressed their cheeks together, whispered fiercely in Phelan's ear as they twiddled each other's cunnies, "Make me cum, Ven! You s-sultry witch! Ohhh, the second orgasm is al-always better! Yes, that's it! THAT is IT!"

"Ohh! Oh my Lady! Ohh yes, ohhh my Lady! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" and Jo convulsed and went rigid as she came like gangbusters and Hal's pussy erupted around her blurring fingers and the other girl cried out into her ear and they clutched each other and came and came and CAME!

And Lottie and Ruth lay in a gasping heap and watched them buck and jerk and each smiled a knowing grin.

"Okay..." purred Lottie, "I guess she can stay... But I want her ass next."

Ruth giggled and stroked her hair, "Maybe we both can have her next..."

To be continued...