Grove Academy a story of the New Republic

Grove Academy- A story of the New Republic- Chapter 7-

Maria’s education and initiation continues.

She was over Master David’s knees, fully nude and handcuffed. She had just been thoroughly inspected by him, had dropped to her knees and given him a complete blowjob of submission, in which he fucked her mouth and throat to maximum depth. He had a massive cock. The day before this happened she would never have believed she would ever have done something so debasing. She had never before swallowed a single drop of sperm, although her soon to be ex-husband had relentlessly demanded that she do so. Today, she had just swallowed every single drop of the Master’s sperm. He had promised her that it was only the first of many, many ejaculations that she would be swallowing from possibly hundreds of different men, and she believed him.

For the last 10 minutes she had been over his knees, waiting for her “first lesson”. He had been studying and rubbing her rounded, milky white, perfect ass- almost as a form of meditation. She knew he was about to hit her, but didn’t know how many times, how hard, or what implement he was going to use to hit her with. The paddle he had laid on the table was ominous, but she hoped that her earlier cock-sucking performance would encourage him not use it on her.

She heard a sound that was only vaguely familiar as she felt his hands moving above her back and ass. It sounded like he was putting on a latex surgical glove. It was an alarming sound. Then she heard him doing something else she could not discern. One of his hands used his fingers to spread open the cheeks of her ass, and she felt one of his fingers on the outside of her asshole. It felt a little wet. He told her to relax her ass, and suddenly the finger was pushing up into her asshole, and moving around inside of her. She grunted, but didn’t move as he pushed it all the way inside of her, and methodically began stretching her asshole. It hurt.

He seemed to both sense and to enjoy her pain. He took his finger out of her for a moment, and then put two fingers back into her. The stretching went on and on until he finally had four fingers inside of her rectum. She tried not to squirm, and knew better than to complain. He asked her more than once if it hurt, and when she said that it did, he told her that he was happy. When he felt that she been stretched enough for the time being, he took his fingers out of her and removed the latex glove- and he began to spank her.

Every Master has a different preference and method of administering a spanking. Most Master’s have been possessed by a spanking fantasy at a very young age, long before they were able to actually realize their fantasy into reality. Their preferences were individualized and pretty thoroughly impressed into them at a young age. Master David was not an exception. He was what people might call a fast spanker. The girls of Grove Academy certainly thought of him that way. The whacks he applied to Maria’s naked, quivering ass were only spaced apart by one or two seconds- the time it took him to bring his arm back after the last whack. Unfortunately for Maria, even though he was a fast spanker, he brought his arm very far back after each whack, and delivered the whack with a great deal of force. Every girl in the school knew that Master David spanked hard.

The one spanking her husband had given her was so light compared to Master David’s whacks, that Maria almost went into shock by number 10. She was already screaming. He didn’t tell her to count, but for some reason she kept count in her head. She had hoped that he would stop at 50 whacks. After 10 she was crying. At 25 the tears were streaming down her face, and her yelps and “OW!”’s got louder. By 50 she was sobbing. After 100, where she finally lost count- it was all a blur. All she could think of was the pain, and how she would do anything to make it stop. She told him that.

Somewhere around 200 Master David stopped. He kept Maria over his knees and continued to rub her bare, extremely red bottom while she continued to sob. She couldn’t get the thought out of her head that if this was what a spanking was like- how horrible would a paddling be? A spanking was the method of punishment that girls on the videos begged for, because they were terrified of the paddle or the cane. The terror of being more severely beaten gripped her with a full-fledged panic attack. Her stomach was in knots, and she was afraid that she was going to vomit all of the sperm she had recently eaten and have to taste it all a second time. Worse yet, the Master might make her lick it back up, and taste it a third time as she re-swallowed it. Fear in its purest elemental form took hold of her.

The Master had her stand and bend over the table. He told her to get up on her toes as he picked up the paddle. He gave her a single, very hard whack on the backs of her thighs. The pain was blinding, and she shrieked and sobbed to him again that she would do anything. He told that she was about to do just that. It was only at that moment that she noticed that his cock was fully swollen again, and ready for another round.

He took the hand-cuffs off of her, and told her to keep bending over the table, with her face pressed onto the top. He told her to use her hands to hold her ass cheeks wide open. He asked her if there was anything she wanted to ask him. It was obvious what he wanted to do with her, and what he wanted her to ask for. She was terrified of the paddle now, just like he wanted her to be. She asked him to fuck her up her ass. She asked him to put it all the way up and fuck her there thoroughly. He told her that if he did that his cock might get very dirty from her feces. He asked her what she would use to clean it. She told him that she would clean it with her mouth.

And that was what happened. He stood behind her and she felt him position his cock at the entrance of her rectum, which he thoughtfully had earlier fully lubricated. With a little push it went right in and began to fill her ass. It was uncomfortable for her, and it hurt a little. It was almost like she felt like she really needed to go the bathroom, and her ass was getting more and more filled instead. She grunted and made up her mind not to complain. It seemed to her that as he began to saw in and out of her ass with his cock, that he moved it in a circular way, that seemed to stretch her sphincter more.

After she got over the initial pain, which was no where nearly as bad as the spanking she had just received, she had a long moment to actually think while the Master’s cock was plowing in and out of her rectum. She realized that she was doing exactly the things that she had insisted to her husband she would never do. She was not doing it on the expensive, plush bed they had shared at home. She was not permitted the dignity of a bed. She was in a cell, bending over a table with her face pressed into it, holding her ass open with hands in order to afford the Master a clear pathway. She had known the man who was taking her this way for about an hour. During that hour, she had sucked him dry and been beaten by him horribly. And his cock was monstrous. She could feel it continuing to impale the lower part of her stomach all the way up to her navel.

During this 10 minute period, she finally understood what a stupid girl she had been. If she had done all of those things that her husband had wanted her to do, she would not be in this position, having much harsher things done by a stranger with a monstrous cock. And he would not be the only one. She was certain that the judge who had convicted and sentenced her would demand all of these things. She remembered how he had looked at her when he told that he would be seeing her again soon. She remembered her lawyer as well, and the policeman who had arrested her. And she knew with certainty that there would be others, many others.

She was still terribly afraid of the Master that was sodomizing her. His cock was hurting her as it plowed in and out of her ass, but she knew that when he took it out, it would be time for her to suck it clean- as promised. But pull it out was what he did- without cumming. He sat down on the wooden bench and ordered her to turn around and get back onto her knees between his legs. She obeyed, with his glistening cock the merest of inches from her face, she said the briefest prayer of gratitude for the enema she had receive a couple of hours earlier. While his cock glistened with a brownish film, at least it wasn’t completely covered in shit. She was grateful for small blessings.

He reminded her to cup his balls in her hands, as he had earlier shown her, and then said, “You may begin”. Her mouth opened, and again she began the worship of his cock, as it fucked her mouth and throat. The taste was a little more bitter this time, but not as bad as she had feared. She slurped on it as much as possible in order to begin the cleaning process, and after a short time began to massage it with her tongue and suck the coating off of it, as she had promised. As she felt it becoming just about clean, the Master took her head by the hair, and pulled her head off of his cock. He looked her in the face, as she kept her mouth open in order to be re-impaled, he told to her to re-assume her position bending over the table. She realized then that was going to go back and forth between her ass and her mouth repeatedly. He had already come once, and he was in no hurry to rush his second orgasm of the day. This was something that the Master intended to enjoy for a while.

He lasted another hour, going back and forth between her ass and her mouth, usually in intervals of 5-10 minutes. In the process he lubricated her ass a couple of more times, and the cock she kept sucking clean got progressively more brown and bitter tasting. At one point she thought that she might retch, and he asked if she would like to take a short break for a paddling. She begged him not to do that in terror, and begged him to keep using her the way he was. Finally after an hour, the orgasm that she had been praying for to his cock, exploded copiously into her mouth. Fastidiously, she swallowed every drop, and continued to slurp on his cock- cleaning every remnant of her asshole from it, as it gradually went limp in her mouth.

She ignored the taste this time, and missed the irony of the desire she had felt to now swallow the same milky, glue-like sperm, that before today she had steadfastly refused to even consider tasting. He took the cock out her mouth and she thanked him, and told him that it was delicious. Life can occasionally give you a reversal of fortune.

As she knelt in front of the Master, he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. He told her that she had done well, and that he believed that he had received her best effort. He told her that she would not be punished again that morning. She felt as though something inside of her broke at that moment, and as she said thank you, she began to cry. He told her that she could kiss his feet in gratitude, and she immediately did so- spilling her tears onto his feet and licking them off. She thanked him again- and she meant it.

Before he left her in her cell to consider all of the aspects of her lesson, the Master told her that he would not be seeing her until the next day, but that she would be moved to a dormitory room on his floor. He told her that he was planning a dinner party for some friends in the evening of the following day, and that he wanted her to assist him in entertaining his guests. He admonished her to be prepared in every way possible, and that he would be extremely disappointed if she performed in any way that was less than perfect.

And then he left her there in her cell, nude, beaten, ravished, with the after-taste of the juices of her ass and the seed of his balls; to ponder what she needed to prepare for.  Her rectum ached from having been stretched, and her ass throbbed from the brutal spanking. Her throat was sore from having that cock thrust in and out of it with no respite so mercilessly. And the taste…Oh the taste in her mouth was one she would come be to be very familiar with, in spite of having avoided it for so long.