Sarah Porter's Schooldays

Chapter 26. In which Sarah services her Housemistress

Sarah woke slowly, unsure of her surroundings. It was still dark and she could feel a tightness in her belly. When her tongue ran along the underside of the dildo dummy her predicament came flooding back. Her first instinct was to panic: she could not see, could not use her hands and could not stretch out her limbs in the small metal cage. All of her holes were filled and this went a long way towards calming her down.

The drowsy teenager tried to think. She was locked in a small cage in Miss Peach's bathroom. She had a tight mask over the top of her head, blocking out all light, and a large degree of sound. Her pussy and ass were both filled, the intruders kept in place by the tight, restricting belt that constricted her already small waist. Strange mittens covered her hands, keeping her fists balled up, and preventing her from being able to touch anything. Last, but not least she had cuffs on her ankles that had to be kept within two feet of the dildos inside her if she did not want to feel the excruciating pain of electric shocks.

How long had she slept? She felt a little stiff, but otherwise quite rested. Was it morning? Had she slept the night through? She moved a little around the cage. As her thighs rubbed together she realised they were moist and sticky. No doubt the dildo in her pussy had kept her aroused throughout the night, her cream flowing past the tight strap that split and separated her plump lips. Her mouth was a little dry and she reluctantly spat the dummy out onto the floor of her cage and searched for the automatic waterer.

It took Sarah almost a minute of searching, mouth open and tongue questing, to find the small metal tube that entered the cage. It was high up and Sarah had to kneel and spread her legs widely to get her mouth over it. Once discovered, she immediately began sucking. Small drops of water left the tube and very slowly filled her mouth. No matter how hard she sucked she could not increase the flow from the barest trickle. After almost two minutes she had received barely enough to swill around her mouth. Sarah swallowed the tiny mouthful and sat back, lowering herself onto the floor of the cage in a more comfortable position.

She sat as still as she could, straining her ears, trying to gain some knowledge of her surroundings. She could hear nothing but the beating of her own heart. Should she try to go back to sleep? What if it was indeed morning and she needed to be alert for Miss Peach collecting her. It was as she thought of Miss Peach that a tremendous bang echoed around the small tiled room, startling Sarah so much that she banged her head against the roof of the cage. Miss Peach was awake and so should she be. Her questions had been answered.

"Out," she heard Miss Peach say as if she was on the other side of the room. She felt, rather than heard, the door of her cage open and obediently crawled out of her cage. Once she was out, Sarah sat up on her haunches in a textbook kneeling position. Despite her blindfold she managed to orientate herself so she was facing the housemistress.

"Let's not start the day out on the wrong foot slut. When a slut exits a cage, she leaves nothing behind. Now you have left something behind. Fetch it."

Sarah turned around and headed back into the cage. She bumped her head on the door before finding the correct way in. She was angry that she had left the dummy behind. She should have known better, she should have kept it in her mouth. Now she would have to spend time finding it. Waste time finding it, she corrected. Waste time while a superior waited, for her.

She lowered her face to the floor of the cage and snuffled across it's metal surface, looking for the three inch dummy. Luckily it did not take long to find it and she manoeuvred it into her mouth with little effort. She hurriedly scrambled back out of the cage and kneeled once more, hoping that she would not receive an infraction but knowing that it was entirely justified if she did. Sarah sat and waited. She could hear Miss Peach use the toilet and leave the room. She thought she left the room at any rate, her hearing was dampened and the housemistress was obviously barefoot.

"Front slut," Sarah heard Miss Peach shout. This time she was sure she was in the other room.

Sarah began to crawl to where she thought the door was. She tried to remember where the sound had seemed loudest, confident it would lead her to the door. She was not sure just how far away from her pussy her feet were allowed so she kept her movements short and sharp. She misjudged the doorway but only slightly, bumping it gently with the top of her head. She was quickly through and paused for a moment, trying to think about the layout of the housemistress' bedroom. Sarah inched forwards slowly, each movement tentative, expecting at any moment to bump into yet another obstacle.

"Front slut," said Miss Peach. "That is twice. A third time will most definitely not be lucky."

It was enough for Sarah to get her bearings. She swung around to her right and moved forward to find the housemistress. Memory told her that Miss Peach was on the bed. Sarah could guess what this could mean. She remembered the smell and the taste of Miss Peach's pussy and she knew she would be getting a chance to become even more acquainted with its nuances.

"Spit that out. Good, there is something much more rewarding for you to be doing with your mouth," said Miss Peach, the smile evident in her voice.

Sarah leaned forward but was still too far from the bed. She moved her mittened hands forward, knocking the dildo-dummy out of the way as she moved closer. When she felt her arms brush against the end of the bed she shuffled her knees forward, moved her hands behind her back and leaned forward. She opened her mouth and continued to lean, shuffling her knees slightly each time she realised she was too far away.

Sarah felt as if it had taken ten minutes before she felt her face brush the soft warm flesh of Miss Peach's inner thigh, but it had only been a matter of seconds. The instant she made contact Sarah turned her head towards the warmth and kissed the soft flesh. Now that she had her bearings, Sarah zeroed in on Miss Peach's pussy.

The smell was intense and she could have almost found it by scent alone. The woman's arousal was evident as Sarah's mouth closed over her pussy. The naked schoolgirl lapped at the moist folds, reacquainting herself with Miss Peach's specific scent and taste. She heard a series of moans from the bed in front of her and she closed her mouth over the pussy offered to her, sucking the thick lips into her mouth as she ran her tongue between them.

Sarah had overextended herself, and shuffled a little closer as she continued to lap the watery secretions from the older woman's sex. Once closer, and not stretched so uncomfortably, Sarah began in earnest. This was one of her most sacred duties, to please a superior. This was what she was for.

As she transferred her attention to the tiny, hard clit Sarah felt her own juices begin to flow. She was not sure they had ever really stopped but the familiar hip grinding had begun and she knew this to be a sign that her cunt was becoming involved. She ignored it and focused on the only thing that was important.

Her tongue flicked Miss Peach's hard clit incessantly. The moaning became louder and more insistent. Sarah kept up a constant attention on the tiny button but varied her technique by licking the length of the slit, darting her tongue inside Miss Peach as deep as she could go. She knew that the housemistress enjoyed it when she covered her pussy with her mouth and inserted her tongue deep inside her, making sure her nose rested against the clit. Miss Peach went wild when she did that, thighs quivering, breath exploding in sharp pants.

For five minutes Sarah's mouth did not leave the wet pussy of her housemistress. Her entire world was focused on bringing Miss Peach to orgasm. She remained in darkness, her own pussy and ass stuffed deeply. Her own breathing had begun to increase as her passion grew. As she ground her face into the cunt she forgot all about her own body, hips grinding at her mounting arousal.

Sarah wasn't sure, but she thought that Miss Peach was close to coming. She moved her mouth back to the clit, sucking the little bud into her mouth. She sucked hard, hummed softly and ground her tongue across the delicate bundle of nerves as hard as she could. She was rewarded with unbridled cries of ecstasy from the housemistress. Miss Peach could hardly keep her body still. She pinched her nipples and pulled her breasts up and away from her body, legs spasming as her orgasm hit. Miss Peach locked her legs behind Sarah's back, her thighs squeezing the young girl’s head and her calves pulling body in closer.

Sarah was trapped. Her face was crushed into Miss Peach's crotch, making breathing extremely difficult. Sarah's only thought was to keep working, keep servicing her superior, until she had no more energy. As Miss Peach's orgasm peaked, she jerked her legs in a series of uncontrollable spasms. Tears welled in Sarah's eyes as her nose was rammed into Miss Peach's mons, but she did not stop sucking or licking.

For almost ten minutes Sarah's mouth had been glued to her housemistress' cunt. Her mouth and chin were covered in pussyjuice and she knew that her own pussy was creaming. She not only had a dildo in her cunt, but a plug in her ass and the movement of each intruder against the other was providing her with her own small measure of ecstasy. But what had really caused the fluttering in her belly and the tightness in her chest was the knowledge that she was causing such pleasure. She was serving a superior in the best possible way. It was now, when she was providing the ultimate sexual service that she was truly, and only, a slut.

Sarah kept her pace as Miss Peach started to become limp. The legs that had wrapped tightly around her head slowly slid off her shoulders. She remained in darkness, her only cues were from Miss Peach's body. She knew that the older woman had experienced a powerful orgasm. Just saying this to herself, caused a shudder to run through her body. Her naked flesh seemed to be amazingly sensitive. If allowed she could easily have come but she refused the sensation and tried to think of what was to happen now.

Miss Peach had gone completely silent, there were not even soft moans anymore. Her body seemed to be completely limp and if Sarah had not known better she would have sworn that the woman was asleep. She keep her mouth firmly clamped to the hot moist pussy but she returned to the softer licking with which she had begun. She darted her tongue into the soft pink opening, drew the delicate inner lips into her mouth and languorously played her tongue around them.

Sarah did not stop her amorous attentions despite the lack of input from the housemistress. It was not until some minutes later that Sarah felt the body before her stir. It was indeed as if Miss Peach was slowing coming to life after a deep sleep. She heard a deep, sleepy moan from further up the bed.

"Ahh, Porter, you devious little slut. Taking advantage hey. Enough of your fun, start cleaning up. We need to get you ready for class."

Sarah released Miss Peach's slick labia and began to lick the juice from her pussy and thighs. She tried to use only her tongue as she knew that her own face was covered in the copious secretions of the prone woman and if she was not careful she would simply be spreading it around. When Sarah came to the clit, she licked it slowly and then, with a cheeky smile, she kissed the tight bud gently.

"Oh slut, you are a cheeky one. Come on, let’s get you ready, I think I have indulged you quite enough for one day."

Sarah heard Miss Peach get up from the bed and crawled after her. Indulged her? Sarah was not sure what she meant exactly, she had only been doing what a slut should. She must have done the right thing or she would no doubt have incurred a punishment.

Sarah was pleased with how her morning had gone so far. She had been released from the small cage, which, to be honest, was quite uncomfortable. Maybe without the terribly tight belt constricting her waist it would not have been so bad but the inability to stretch out was not something she was used to. Then she had been allowed to service her housemistress and bring her to a powerful orgasm. She had not been praised but her performance had not been criticised so Sarah accepted that as a praise enough. She had been given a chance to be a true slut and she had not disappointed. When she felt the tiles under her hands and knees she kneeled obediently and awaited further instruction. She would have come to attention but the cuffs on her ankles prevented her standing.

"Present," Miss Peach ordered.

Sarah turned her body so her ass was facing the direction she thought the voice had come from. She lowered her chest to the floor and pushed her ass out, spreading her legs just a little wider. As Miss Peach removed the cuffs from her ankles, Sarah felt a flutter of pride. In the last few days she had managed to master at least one aspect of her training. Her positions were almost without fault. She knew she could do better but when she was commanded into a certain position she made sure she not only held the position correctly, but moved into the position in the most pleasing manner she could devise.

She was, of course, not praised for behaviour, but as a slut it was simply expected. Doing what was expected of one was hardly noteworthy, but still Sarah could not help feeling a little happiness wither her success. It meant that there was hope for her in those aspects of her training in which she was not doing so well. Her general behaviour left a lot to be desired and not only her physical fitness but her dancing were due for great improvements. She was trailing her entire class in both areas.

"Attention."

Sarah raised herself, gracefully, from the floor and turned to face Miss Peach. Each movement caused her both pain and pleasure and she would be glad on both counts to have the dildos and tight belt removed. She felt the straps holding her mask in place being loosened. A moment after the mask was lifted off. Light flooded into Sarah’s eyes and she quickly screwed them closed. The light was no brighter than normal but she had been in complete darkness for so long it would take a few moments to acclimatise. Even at night in the dorm there was a small measure of light from the moon or the stars shining through the huge skylight that comprised most of the ceiling.

Sarah slowly opened her eyes as the belt around her waist was first loosened and then removed. Miss Peach let it go and it fell, only to swing between Sarah's legs, held in place by the cross strap that held the dildos inside her.

"Empty your holes and clean up," ordered Miss Peach as she left the room.

Sarah was staring at herself in the large bathroom mirror. She saw Miss Peach leave the room behind her. She took a moment to look at her body. There was a deep red indentation around her waist where the belt had dug into her skin during the night. She could see the belt hanging between her legs, trapped in place by the dildos in her pussy and ass. She had not been wrong in her earlier assessment. She could see the strap around her pussy and the top of her thighs was coated in the thick white cream her pussy produced so copiously.

She brought her hands around from behind her back and thought about how she was to complete the order she had been given. Her hands were still encased in the tight mitten-like cuffs, keeping her hands in two tight little fists. There was no way she could grasp the dildos to pull them out. She bent slightly and tried to grab the belt between her fists and pull down on it that way. After a few attempts she gave up in frustration. The smooth surface of the mittens simply did not provide enough purchase for her to move the belt even slightly.

Sarah did the only other thing she could think of. She squatted down and shuffled her feet until she could feel each one standing on an end of the belt. She made sure she could put all her weight over the belt and began to slowly raise her body. She instantly felt the dildo and plug move. It was not the easiest manoeuvre to accomplish. It would have been easier if she had rested her hands on the floor and pulled herself up and forwards. She knew this would not be as attractive a pose so she kept her hands behind her back.

Slowly the dildo moved and eventually popped out of her pussy. A soft moan involuntarily escaped her as large head of the dildo left the soft folds of her sex. One hole was empty. The plug in her ass would need a little more encouragement. She had felt it move but it was still firmly inside her. The young schoolgirl lowered herself back to the floor, readjusted her feet on the belt and again raised her ass up.

She felt the plug push on her tiny anus, distending it as it was pulled inexorably against her muscles. There was a little pain but she did not stop. She was determined to have it out on this attempt. She did not know how long she had and she still needed to clean them both. She tried to relax the muscles in her ass, as she strained to lift her body. It was not the easiest thing to do as all her muscles wanted to tense together. She kept her body moving slowly upwards and with a last effort she pulled the plug from her ass with an audible pop.

Dildos and belt fell to the floor with a dull thud. Sarah quickly turned around and picked up the mess of belts, buckles and dildos. She could not get a very good grip on the contraption so she settled for wrapping the loose belts around each wrist. She was unable to control the dildos and had to twist her hands in weird ways to move the dildo and plug towards her mouth. Sarah decided to clean the plug first. She had never tasted anything that had been in her ass. She knew it would not taste pleasing and she planned to disguise it with her pussycream, that liberally coated the dildo.

She twisted the plug towards her mouth, looking at it intently as she did so. It looked relatively clean. The egg-shaped end was coated in what looked like a clear gel-like substance. She took a deep breath and licked the plug clean, getting her first taste of her own ass. Her first taste of any ass. Sarah was surprised at the taste. She had been fully prepared to gag at the disgusting flavour. There was almost no taste to the gooey substance, it was bland and almost flavourless though it was still something that Sarah did not wish to repeat too often. She was very glad of the thorough enema she had given herself the night before.

She swiftly finished cleaning the plug, then moved to the dildo, removing her white cream from its length with her tongue. The now familiar taste of her own pussy was a welcome change. It felt like coming home, as strange as that sounded, it was the best way she could describe the sensation that washed through her when she licked the first white smear from the dildo. She made short work of it.

Once both were clean, Sarah wisely checked the floor where they had dropped. She congratulated herself on her wise thinking as she knelt down and licked a few drops of sticky liquid from the clean tiles. Satisfied, Sarah stood at attention, dildos and belt still wrapped around her wrists. She could feel the weight of the dildo and plug rest on her bare buttocks.

Her thoughts turned to where they had so recently been and a ripple of pleasure coursed through her body. Her nipples sprang to attention and she was amazed that after all she had been through, the mere touch of a dildo as it rested on her ass was enough to cause such a reaction. It was going to be another long day, as they all were for a slut. She was sure it was not different for a slut in training or one in the service of her owner. It was a good thing her body was so responsive, despite the hardship and discomfort it brought her.

There was no clock in the room and Sarah had no way to tell how long she stood waiting for Miss Peach to return. She knew that even standing still was a way in which she was serving and learning but she could not help but feel as if she was in some way being idle. It was a criticism that had been brought against her a number of times since her training began and it was one which she wished to avoid in the future.

"All clean?" Miss Peach asked from the doorway.

"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied somewhat startled.

"Put them in the sink and run me a bath."

"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied to an already empty doorway.

The naked teen placed the dildo belt in the sink and went straight to the large white bathtub. It was one of the old raised tubs that sat on four little legs. It was both elegant and quaint. She had to use both hands to turn the stiff taps on, holding a hand to either side and twisting up and down. It was amazing how much you took for granted until it was taken away from you. Simple things that seemed so easy became chores without the use of your hands.

Sarah quickly got both taps going full and stood at attention to wait for the tub to fill. She resisted the temptation to look at the progress and instead relied on the sound of the rushing water to let her know when it was nearing three quarters full. She bent at the waist and dipped her elbow quickly into the water to test the temperature. It was a little hot so she turned off the hot water and let the cold run for a few seconds more.

Sarah now stood at attention in front of the full bath and waited for Miss Peach. As if on cue Sarah felt more than heard the housemistress enter the room. She moved past the stiff schoolgirl and tested the water with one hand, splashing playfully on the surface. Without a word Miss Peach stepped into the bath, making soft noises of contentment as the hot water covered her naked body.

"Soap and shampoo in the cabinet under the sink," said Miss Peach as she settled contentedly into the bath.

Sarah hurried over to the cabinet. There were no handles on the door so she pushed the centre with one mittened fist and the twin doors swung open. There were a number of bottles and it took Sarah a minute to locate the shampoo and soap. There was also a pair of the rough gloves that all Trinity students used to wash themselves but she had not been ordered to retrieve those. She pushed the bottle and soap together between her fists and prayed they would not slip, moving slowly back to the bath, careful not to jolt the slippery items from the tenuous hold she had on them.  

"Soap in the dish, shampoo on the floor. Then fetch the gloves and jug."

Sarah swiftly did as she was told, eager to please. Once she was at attention, Miss Peach ordered her hands in front and removed the mittens, allowing Sarah to unclench her fists for the first time in many hours. They immediately made their way behind her back to the position that was becoming more and more natural to her. She slowly flexed her fingers, quickly regaining all normal sensation.

"You may wash me now Porter," said Miss Peach as she threw the mittens into a corner.

Sarah moved to the end of the tub and stood behind the reclining housemistress. She looked down to see Miss Peach's naked body resting in the bathtub, her large breasts floating on the surface. Sarah picked up the gloves and put them on before reaching for the soap.

"No you stupid little slut. Take off those gloves. A slut always washes the hair of her superior first. If we have to take it slow then we will take it slow. I don’t mind, it will mean you have less time to prepare for class but that is not my concern. Right, pick up the jug, place it in the water and fill it up. Next gather my hair and wet it. Once you have done that then you pick up the shampoo bottle, open it, pour a small amount into the palm of your hand and then begin to wash my hair, lathering the shampoo from root to tip."

Sarah cringed at the harsh words of Miss Peach. She quickly took off the gloves and did as she was told. It was all a part of her training, learning how to do things properly but she still felt like a little child when she was told how to perform such mundane tasks. But she needed to be told. The simple fact that she had started by doing the wrong thing was evidence enough that her training was inadequate. That was no fault of her teachers, it was just that she had so much to learn and so little time. 

"Honestly, sometimes the stupidity of you sluts astounds me. Being a slut does not necessarily mean your brain does not work, but all too often it seems to be the way. Too much cunt and not enough brain. I hope that is a lesson you have taken to heart after your recent detentions."

Sarah was not sure if a response was required so decided to stay silent, the natural state of a slut. The young schoolgirl proceeded to first rinse and then wash Miss Peach's hair. She gently gathered the shoulder length curls and pulled the hair behind her, the tips were already wet but Sarah carefully poured the plastic jug of warm bath water on the collected tresses. She poured with one hand and gently smoothed the wet hair with the other.

Once she was sure all the hair was wet, Sarah measured a small dollop of shampoo into her hand and began to massage it into her housemistress's hair. Miss Peach closed her eyes and relaxed, all tension melting away. She luxuriated in the sensation of the naked teenager’s gentle movements, slowly lathering the shampoo in her hair. Porter had a decidedly tender, almost loving touch and she was enjoying the attentions of the young girl.

Miss Peach lay back without a care in the world, her every need being attended to by this petite little slut that could not seem to keep herself out of trouble. Her training seemed to be progressing rather patchily but she would come around, they always did. Once she had finished washing Miss Peach's hair, Sarah collected the jug and rinsed the shampoo away.

"Put down the jug, put on the gloves and lather them with soap. Then you may begin to wash my body, start with my neck and work downwards," Miss Peach directed, her voice filled with a dreamy quality.

Sarah did as she was told, quickly lathering the delicious smelling sandalwood soap between the rough gloves. She put her hands on the delicate flesh of Miss Peach's neck and began to slowly and gently wash her body. Miss Peach simply lounged in the big bathtub, letting Sarah do her work. Every now and then the housemistress would sigh contentedly. With each sigh, a tingling sensation as of hundreds of butterflies fluttered in Sarah's belly. She could feel a heat in her pussy and knew that she had begun to produce her cream.

The naked teenager could not help but become aroused. The deep sense of contentment and pleasure she sensed in the housemistress was having a strong effect on her. She was the cause of Miss Peach's happiness and this knowledge had caused her body to react as only a slut's would. Giving pleasure, whether through sexual service or through something more mundane, caused emotions so intense that she did not know how to deal with them. Her body reacted, she had no control whatsoever over it. Her nipples hardened and her pussy became hot and wet and all she could do was accept her response as natural and focus on her task.

Sarah scrubbed Miss Peach's shoulders before moving to her front and delicately washing the large breasts floating on the surface of the hot water. She was glad the tub was free-standing, it gave her the opportunity to move around it on all sides, allowing her access to all of Miss Peach's body without the older woman needing to move at all. Even though Miss Peach kept her eyes closed, delighting in the sensation of having a petite, nude schoolgirl cleanse her entire body, Sarah made sure to keep her legs straight, shoulder-width apart, as she bent at the waist to reach into the bath. Only her arms were getting wet as she scrubbed the white body of the housemistress. Sarah moved back often to the soap, re-lathering the rough gloves, as she continued to wash Miss Peach.

She took each breast in both hands and gently massaged the soft mounds, making sure to reach underneath each breast before moving on to Miss Peach's soft belly. Sarah soon found her hands on the plump pussy she had so recently serviced. As her rough-gloved hands brushed across the soft lips of her superior, she felt as if she could once again taste the strong flavour that had filled her mouth as she brought her housemistress to orgasm. Miss Peach moaned softly as Sarah’s fingers washed her pussy and anus, one finger inadvertently slipping inside her slightly. 

"You are a keen little slut aren't you. Unfortunately we have no time for that. Stick to the task you were given. Step up here Porter," Miss Peach said, indicating a spot close to the top of the bath.

Sarah moved into position and stood at attention, water from her wet hands dripping down her buttocks. Miss Peach reached languidly between Sarah's legs and slid two fingers across the entrance to her pussy. They came away coated in thick white liquid. Miss Peach held them before her and inspected them. Sarah kept her eyes forward but she could tell what she was doing.

"I suspected as much slut," said Miss Peach, grinning slyly. She popped the fingers in her mouth, tasting Sarah for the first time. Yes, quite delicious. The consistency was the most interesting part. It was thick, almost like semen. This little one would be spending quite a deal of time in the milking room, that was a certainty. "Back to work."

Sarah moved to the other end of the bathtub and finished washing Miss Peach's legs and feet. She finished by washing Miss Peach's back, the housemistress sitting up and allowing her access. Sarah felt that she was doing a good job and she was enjoying the chance to serve in such a way. She felt as if she was entrusted with an important duty, being allowed to perform so intimate a task for a superior. It was not the same as eating pussy, washing the older woman felt more sensual and important in some way. Sarah could not quite put her finger on it exactly but she felt her subservience much more keenly than she ever had before.

"Remove the gloves and fetch the drying cloth."

Sarah scurried back to the cabinet beneath the sink while Miss Peach stood up in the bath and eventually stepped out onto the waiting bathmat. Sarah was not sure what a drying cloth was but there was only one thing that could fit the description in the small cabinet so she picked it up and hurried back.

"Well? Begin drying slut. Next thing you know I will have to tell you to breath in and out," Miss Peach said in exasperation.

Sarah unfolded the thick cloth and began to wipe Miss Peach's naked body. The cloth was only twelve inches square and it was made of a thick material that Sarah did not recognise. When she began wiping the naked woman's body, Sarah noticed the cloth seemed to soak up the water with ease. The mere touch of the cloth on Miss Peach's moist flesh seemed to remove all traces of the bathwater.

The housemistress stood casually as Sarah wiped her down. Luckily Miss Peach was not a tall woman and Sarah was able to reach all of her. It did not take long for Sarah to dry Miss Peach's body . Sarah knew her pussy was amazingly wet as she rubbed the small cloth across every inch of the housemistress. She felt an uncontrollable shudder in her belly as she moved the cloth between the housemistress' legs and up between her buttocks. Miss Peach remained still as Sarah finished drying her body.

When she was finished Sarah moved back in front and stood at attention. She could not quite believe how her body was responding to what she was doing. Her mind meandered back to a lesson. She could not remember which one but she remembered being told that a slut only ever receives true satisfaction from submission and that a slut can only experience true happiness through service. Sarah felt as if she now knew what that statement meant.

"Let the water out, clean up and come into the other room."

Miss Peach left without another word and Sarah immediately removed the plug from the bath and collected all the apparatus she had used. She put away the soap, shampoo, gloves and cloth. She was unsure what to do with the discarded mittens. She did not know where they went but she could not leave them on the floor. She picked them up, folded them neatly and put them on the side of the sink.

Once she was finished she moved into the adjoining bedroom and stood at attention at the foot of the bed. She could not see Miss Peach but she could hear her from the small walk-in wardrobe  behind the bed. Miss Peach soon emerged wearing a plain, though figure-hugging, dress.

"Porter when a slut is unattended in my room she will always make her way to the corner. The slut kneels, her legs against the walls, hands behind her head, also against the wall. Do so."

Sarah looked around the room and saw only one corner that was able to accommodate her, the others being occupied by furniture. She strode purposefully to the corner and knelt according to the directions she had been given. After the hard tiles of the bathroom, the carpet felt soft and comforting under her knees. Her legs and arms rested flush against both walls of the corner displaying her pussy and breasts to the room.

"Eyes down slut. Focus on a spot on the floor between your legs," ordered Miss Peach. "Hmmm, when you come take your position here in future first collect this dish from the top of the dresser and make sure it is under that cunt. I don't want any stains on my carpet. Luckily I am prepared for even the messiest of sluts."

Sarah blushed furiously as Miss Peach reached up and took a small, shallow china dish from the top of a cupboard and placed it underneath her. Sarah glimpsed her pussy as the dish was slid between her legs and could see the thick white thread of her cream dangling from her spread pussylips. It already hung an inch from her and she knew it was in danger of falling at any moment.

Miss Peach busied herself about her room while Sarah waited patiently in the corner. She wished she had not seen the cream. She could now think of nothing else. She had been awake for a little over an hour by her reckoning and already her pussy was furiously wet, producing so much cream that not only were her lips and the tops of her thighs, coated in it, but when she was at rest she was in danger of leaving a trail behind. What was this, her fourth day in training, going to bring? Sarah could not answer the question in detail but there were a few things she could be assured of: pain, humiliation, a wet pussy, hard nipples and another detention.

She dreaded the end of the day when she would return to room 17 and be forced to undergo her third detention in as many days. The mere thought of returning to that room caused her heart to start beating faster.

"Slut, front," Miss Peach bellowed from the bathroom.

Sarah scrambled to her feet and hurried into the next room, worried by the tone of the housemistress' voice. When Sarah entered she saw Miss Peach standing by the bath, her arms crossed and her face showing obvious disappointment.

"I said front, slut," Miss Peach hissed.

Sarah moved quickly to stand in front of the housemistress, sure that she was in trouble, but for what she could not know. Miss Peach reached out and grabbed the young girl's ponytail and wrenched her head roughly down into the bathtub. Sarah was bent at the waist, her head forced well down past the rim of the white tub.

"Do you call this clean," Miss Peach snapped as Sarah's face was pushed close to the side of the bathtub.

In front of her eyes, Sarah could see a barely discernible line on the white surface. She had no doubt that this was the water level of the bath when Miss Peach had been in it and that the line was the faintest trace of soap scum. She never took baths so she had not even thought to clean the tub itself.

"Well do you?" Miss Peach asked as she pushed Sarah’s face into the hard edge of the bathtub.

"No Mistress," the young girl said through lips mashed painfully into the tub surface.

"Normally a slut fills the jug with water and washes the soap line with her hand. You will lick it off and you will do so on each occasion until I feel you have learned your lesson."
"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." Sarah replied meekly.

"Return to your spot when you are finished," ended Miss Peach, punctuating her command with a powerful slap to her right buttock.

The force of the blow pushed Sarah forward, her thighs bumping into the side of the tub. She almost overbalanced and fell into it but she managed to right herself just in time. She wasted no time and began licking the soap scum from the otherwise pristine white surface. The taste left something to be desired but Sarah had tasted worse. In fact she had been fed much worse.

She made her way as quickly as she could around the bath, licking away all evidence of the recent activity. Her thighs burned long before she was finished, the bent position being far from comfortable. She could not complain. She had failed in the task Miss Peach had set her. She deserved an infraction so she felt as if her housemistress was being overly generous. Once finished, she moved quickly around the bathtub surveying her work. She was sure it was clean.

In moments Sarah was back in the bedroom, kneeling in her corner, her cunt positioned directly above the small dish. She set her eyes to the floor and waited once again. The sight of the shallow dish made her think of her pussy and the juices it had been secreting. She felt sure she was not producing any longer. Her sex was still moist but it was only the remnant of her arousal.

"Front."

Sarah had barely knelt in position before she was once again called by Miss Peach. This time she moved into the outer office and found Miss Peach seated behind her desk. She moved in front of the desk and stood at attention, looking at the clock on the wall behind the desk. It was only just about to turn 6 o'clock. The gate to her dormitory would still be shut. She had awoken much earlier than usual. Officially, her schoolday had not begun and yet she had already spent more than an hour servicing her housemistress.

"Dismissed," Miss Peach said at the same time the door to the Trinity house dormitory opened.

Sarah curtsied to Miss Peach and then scurried out of the room to rejoin her classmates and start her fourth day at Harkwood.