Melody Smith's Schooldays
by Eve Adorer
Chapter 6 - My Second Day
Running the next early morning brought my thoughts to focus. By that second
morning I had forgotten all about escaping. The sexual pleasure I had
experienced from my first night's whip kiss had me obsessed. The brain between
my legs had taken charge of me totally. She would be obeyed. She must be obeyed.
She wanted the deep pleasure I had been given by the whip's kiss. She wanted the
frustration I had experienced too. I ran faster and faster thinking of this, my
mind filled with desire to please.
For class, I wore the same, but fresh laundered, clothing that second day as I
had on the first: school uniform with pleated micro-mini skirt. The only change
I rang was to forego suspenders in favour of garters alone. They were lovely. I
had black stockings on once more. I adored these; they were such a contrast with
the creamy soft whiteness of my exposed thigh above the tops of them. The
garters were black with an elasticised ribbon interwoven, which were made into
large scarlet roses I would wear at the sides of my thighs at the top of the
stockings. They would draw even more attention to my legs, and I adored the
attention I was getting.
Before dressing I showered and shaved, being careful with my fingers not to
touch "she who must be obeyed": my most sensitive girl part.
I brushed my hair out till it crackled with static. Because of my upcoming gym
aerobics, I quickly spun my hair into two very long plaits, so I could keep it
away from my face as I did whatever I was to do for exercise.
I chose an almost orange lipstick, so much did I want to be noticed, and I fixed
an artificial scarlet rose in my hair on the right-hand side of my head. The
scarlet rose in my hair would draw attention to the scarlet roses in the garters
on my orgasmic thighs.
That morning, I slinked and glided to my classes in four-inch stilettos alive to
every whistle and compliment my appearance drew and loving them all, and
smilingly genuinely thanking the complimentors.
That morning I was only too aware of the cool breeze on my totally nude shaven
sweet soft super-sensitive slit under my micro-mini, and glad of it, for every
compliment was causing her to dampen.
As I wiggled into class all eyes were on my million-mile long legs and my lovely
bummy. Even the teacher stood silent as I glided by her. All attention was upon
me till I sat and the riveted eyes watched the hem of my skirt slide up my silky
soft thighs to show yet more bare flesh between gartered stocking tops and skirt
hem.
All were hoping and praying for a flash of the glory between my stupendous
thighs. All had to settle for a glimpse of my right smackybump as I crossed my
legs and my skirt slid off my smoothness. I smiled at the teacher. She blushed
and recollected herself.
"I hear you were whipped last night", whispered Tania. I blushed deep scarlet as
my slit seeped instantly at the recollection of it. I felt so randy: so turned
on by my girlness.
I uncrossed my legs and lucky Tania caught a microsecond flash of my moistness
as I re-crossed them. I looked her in the eyes, and my own blue eyes
twinkle-flashed green, I so wanted to have love made to me by anybody.
But I must concentrate on my work. I had the body that every girl in the class
was trying to see; but I must, just must fight the mistress between my legs and
concentrate on my work.
As I slinked out of the class for the morning break, several girls took turns to
sniff at the seat of the chair I had been sitting upon, to smell my fresh musk.
At the morning break itself, admirers surrounded me once more. They all but
drowned me in compliments, particularly about the scarlet-rose-decorated garters
on my thighs. I smiled gently and said a laughingly pleased "no" in answer to
the repeated pleading of a small group of younger girls for me to let them see
my bare bum.
So highly aroused was I by the never-ending attention and compliments that I
decided I would give some reward. I did not know if I would be reported and
punished for it. But at one and the same time I hoped not; and I hoped so.
Wolf whistles greeted my return to class and my chair. I was blushing a deep
scarlet with pleasure as my naughty oozed my honey.
Then I executed my plan. I slid gently into my chair with all eyes watching my
skirt's hemline rise once more: and I let it. Acting entirely as if I had not
noticed, I let the hem rise up off and completely uncover my bum, so I sat with
my bare bummy on the chair.
Of course I crossed my exquisitely shapely long, long, legs to hide my honeying
slit. And then I looked challengingly at my class companions who were all
falling off their chairs to get a better view of my entire right thigh from knee
to curvaceously curved nude right smackybump.
So distracted were they that the teacher, poor girl, had to come and ask me to
pull my hemline down. No eye in the room, not even hers, was off me as I
wriggle-wiggled and took the hem back over my gorgeous bare bottom once more.
The morning passed with me in a dream at my admiration from the other girls. I
was being confirmed as really and truly the loveliest girl in the school. And it
mattered: it mattered to me.
As instructed by the note left in my room, I had taken my gym kit to class. The
time was now coming when I must go to the gymnasium for public aerobics.
Tania eagerly led me to the changing rooms. I would have them all to myself
alone. I opened the bag. I had not looked at this particular PE kit before. The
first thing I took out was a wooden handled skipping rope.
Then I searched in the bag for what I was to wear. I found regulation crimson
red cotton school knickers, a bright yellow cotton vest, and white trainers. I
had some doubt if the other kit was big enough for my body, but the trainers at
least would be a perfect fit.
Deliberately chosen for being too small for me as it had been, I squeezed myself
into this kit as best my body would go. Then I gathered up my two plaits and
tied them, individually quadruple folded, with ribbon, so they would not get in
my way as I skipped rope
And I looked into the mirror. Though I say it myself, knickers were never more
delightfully filled than these I wore, and my firm pert pendulous lollipops with
their conical peaks were beautifully poking out the fabric of my top, which was
so lifted by them as to leave my midriff totally bare.
I took up the rope and found the whole school it seemed, whistling and cheering
as I slinked into the gym. I would show them. I would give them a display they
would never forget.
I had not skipped rope since I was a child, but soon got going. I must skip for
an hour. After half that time, lovely sweet smelling girl-sweat made my
beautiful legs shine, and my thighs were mirrors with its dew as I danced to the
tune of the rope I turned, and my lollipops jiggled and joggled and bounced
mesmerisingly under my top.
There was utter silence but for the sound of the rope, my feet drumming on the
floor, and my breathing as my dew slowly soaked my top to show the outline of my
titties and perky nipples, and my knickers wet up with the dew between my legs.
But it was not sweat alone that was wetting my knickers.
As my hour drew to its close, applause and wolf whistles followed my nearly
quarter-bared bummy, the wonderful shape of which was delineated through my
sweaty knickers, as I glided exhausted to the changing room and shower.
I was supposed to be left in peace and privacy there, but girls followed me as
far as the door begging me to throw them my soiled knickers.
I blushed scarlet knowing the state they were in and why. But the clamour
continued: "We want your knickers! "We want your knickers!". They chanted.
I took off my sweat and honey stained knickers and reached round the door with
them, dangling them from my index finger, only to have them snatched and to hear
a fight break out with the unmistakeable sound of tearing material and screams.
I was told later that the girl who finally got the crotch held it up to her nose
and smelled it as if she were inhaling a drug. She was indeed on a drug. The
drug was my drying honey.
The atmosphere in class that afternoon was so electric. The whole class rose and
applauded as I slinked proudly back in, still in my mile-long golden plaits.
Yet, later, I was aware there was planning going on. Something was intended for
the afternoon break. Something I wanted to happen but for which I knew I was
sure to be punished.
In the sports ground an hour and a half later, I could see Tania Mary and Sasha
coming toward me. I had a feeling I was going to love what they wanted to do,
but not going to like the aftermath of what they were coming toward me for. I
was soon to find out.
"Come on Melody" said Tania with a glint in her eye. "You're going to get what
you deserve".
The mistress between my legs had control of me entirely. I had no choice but to
obey her. Tania with Mary and Sasha, the two girls who I thought were my
friends, led me gently by the hands toward one of the lavatories.
"We know what your after!" "We know what your after!" taunted young voices as we
passed them.
Mary and Sasha only watched Tania, as Tania backed me up against the lavatory
wall and gently patted the insides of my upper thighs, the bare flesh above my
gartered stockings, to bid me part my long, long, legs.
I did as I was ordered. A crowd was gathering. I turned my head to one side as
Tania tried to kiss me, I too knew what she was after and wanted her to just get
on with it.
"Okay then, you're going to get what you're asking for anyway", Tania hissed,
upset by my refusal of her kiss.
To cheers she sucked the longer middle finger of her right hand, and without
ceremony found my slit under my skirt and slid her digit in, up to its hilt with
a single hard unmerciful unkind and ungentle thrust. There was no resistance:
her finger shot into my cunt, I was so lubricated with my honey.
"Oh please don't" I said. But in truth I adored it.
To cheers from all the onlookers she worked her finger insistently but slowly up
and down within me whilst her other hand went up my skirt onto my bum so she
could feel my glorious bum as she raped me, and I gasped and gave little moans
with very, very real pleasure, tossing my long blonde plaits from side to side
in total rapture, as my legs turned to jelly.
My eyes rolled up and back in my head, I closed my eyes and moaned and squealed
with the wonderful sensation of this crude penetration.
"She loves it: she loves it!" said a voice. The voice was not wrong.
Then I could hear ringing in my head. The school bell was clattering. The break
was over.
Tania just took her finger out of me and left me.
Alone now, I grasped my belly and doubled over. I longed to finish myself off. I
wanted to come. I wanted an orgasm. But it was forbidden me to touch
myself...........
..........I knew I must gather myself. I splashed my mouth with cold water and
drank some. I straightened my skirt hem as best I could. I also knew now I would
be whipped too and l had not even had relief.
I felt soiled and humiliated. All the rest of that afternoon as the class
continued to ogle my legs, Tania would, within my seeing, but out of sight from
the rest of the room, smell her right hand's middle finger with my cream dried
on it...
