Melody Smith's Schooldays
by Eve Adorer
Chapter 7 - My Third Night
Given the severity of my punishment for letting the girls begin to strip me on
my first full school day, you can imagine the fear I felt returning to the
prefecture after Tania's fingering in the afternoon of my second full day. I
thought it an absolute certainty that I would receive a severe beating. I was
not wrong, but I calculated without consideration of the depth of psychological
mischief the head-girl and prefects were able to bring to bear.
Only Josephine was there to greet me as I entered the prefecture. She was a
prefect now of course, and oh how lovely she was and how sexy.
At eighteen Josephine was a gorgeous dark-haired brown-eyed woman-girl without a
straight line in her lovely body. The girl between my legs wanted to be ordered
about by her. There was only Jo and me in the prefecture. I could easily have
disobeyed. But, if I was to be punished, to be punished by the gorgeous
brown-eyed brunette Josephine was going to be heaven, or so I thought.
I curtsied to Jo, as was my duty. Even as I lowered my body in respect, and my
eyes, I could feel the gorgeous Jo's brown beauties taking in the two-mile
lengths of my black stockinged and red rose gartered legs.
I looked up to see that Jo was blushing deep scarlet, whilst trying to keep her
prefect's dignity.
"I've been ordered..." she began. "You disobeyed letting them touch you this
afternoon. I looked at Jo with sympathy. "I have been ordered to punish you",
she blurted out at last blushing an even deeper cherry red as I curtsied again
to show that I would obey her.
What happened next took me totally by surprise. Jo walked up to me as if about
to kiss me, and oh how I would have adored that. Then she slapped my face
stunningly hard, ripped my blouse off my tits with both her hands, buttons
flying hither and yon, tore my skirt from me as I turned from fear of another
face slap, threw me front down on the communal couch, and commenced to slap my
gorgeous bare bummy as hard as she could with her delectably pretty right hand.
I was so taken by shock that I uttered no sound as the room echoed with the
"slap", "slap" "slap" on my poor bare cheeks as Josephine beat my sexy bare bum
as hard as she possibly could. As I got my breath back I cried out for her to
stop, and that she was hurting me, and she slapped my nude half-moons even
harder.
And I loved it. I loved it. I could have fought Jo off, but pain and pleasure
were melting my mind and my body as she beat me and beat me and beat me. I could
have fought Jo off, but I knew I had to take my punishment like a girl.
And I was taking my punishment like a girl and the mistress between my legs was
taking my mind to new heights of pleasure as Jo rhythmically slapped my bare bum
as hard and as often as she could, alternating cheeks and then concentrating on
one lovely smackybump and then slapping hard the other in case it thought it had
been forgotten.
The loud slaps echoed from the walls like whip cracks. Jo slowed and slapped my
bummy harder, then she speeded and slapped my bum more gently, if only slightly
more gently. Then she stopped. Then she gave my right bare smackybump an
extremely hard slap. Then she slapped my bum alternate smackybump by alternate
smackybump. Then she slowed and slapped my bummy harder than ever before. I was
beaten breathless as she smacked my nude bum over and over and over again.
After fifteen minutes, Jo's pretty palm had marked each wonderful millimetre of
each of my gorgeous cheeks from where they merged to become my back to where
they creased to become my thighs. She was merciless as she slapped me and
slapped me and slapped me.
Tears welled in my eyes as Josephine smacked and slapped me, and my bum
smackybumps became rose red and red hot with her harsh unrelenting spanking.
After half-an-hour, there was no part of my bum that Jo's smacks had not visited
at least a dozen times or more, she beat my sexy bum with such ferocity. I was
gasping with pain and then, as my centre rapidly moistened, I moaned with sexual
arousal...
...And, as no doubt planned and ordered, her slapping immediately stopped.
I was totally humiliated as I groaned with the stinging pain from my half-hour
beating both hurting and arousing me. I wanted to beg for the beating to
continue or for Josephine to take me in any way she pleased to, but I knew I
must be silent and obedient as I lay on my front on the couch aching to touch
and sooth my poor beaten red and red-hot skin, but not daring for fear of
breaking the rules that the School Slag must live by, tears trickling down my
rose coloured face cheeks.
"Let that be a lesson to you" croaked the sexy Josephine kneeling beside me,
still in the pose in which she had slapped me so long and so hard, and in a
voice I knew to be even huskier than usual because of her own sexual arousal.
"Get showered and go straight to bed, and don't you dare touch yourself". I
staggered to my feet. I was the naughty schoolgirl complete. I was being sent to
bed without food for having been a bad girl. I had had my bare bottom smacked
very hard for being a bad girl.
I knew lovely Jo's gorgeous brown eyes were riveted upon the livid nuclear-red
glow from my freshly smacked bottom as I wiggle-walked in my torn clothing
obediently to my shower.
"Think yourself lucky we didn't hand you over to the lower third for them to
spank you" Jo called behind me, and I bit my lower lip and honey flowed from me
all the more at the thought of the shame of enduring such a fate.
My juice was trickling from my centre onto my long strong thighs as I stripped
off such clothing tatters as remained on me and ran my shower. My heart was
thumping in my throat, my face flushed almost as crimson red as my poor beaten
bottom.
As I stepped into the shower, I tight wrapped one long, long leg around the
other squeezing my thighs hard together, gritting my teeth and doubling over
making dainty fists with my pretty hands to try and stop what was happening to
my between-legs-mistress: she who was now in absolute dictate over me.
Then the mental picture Jo's parting shout had conjured, of a naked me, bound
hand and foot helplessly, being dragged inexorably into the dormitory of the
lower third where the young girls had been given carte-blanche to feel me and
stroke me and smack me, caused my honey to dribble down my thighs, and I gasped
and fought not to scream as orgasm after orgasm wracked my body.
Next, as if in a dream, lovely Jo was in the shower naked with me, she took me
in her arms and kissed me full on my willing mouth. She told me she adored me
and that I was beautiful.
We showered. Then she towelled us both dry, leaving my long, long hair still
damp and knotted, and being extremely gentle with my poor puce blue black beaten
bruised bum. Afterwards she led me gently by the hand to my bed, where for the
rest of that night I was in seven-billionth heaven as Josephine gently caressed
and kissed me to oblivion and beyond.
I was in love. Jo let me caress her legs. I was head over heels in love. Jo let
me touch her lovely breasts. I was lost in love. Jo let me kiss her nipples.
Nothing now could undo my love for my gorgeous Josephine. I would do anything
for her as I lay with the middle finger of her right hand deep in my naughty,
and she kissed my mouth to take me to orgasm for the twelfth or twentieth time
that night.
