A New Girls Dilemma
SHS writing competition winning entry by Elspeth
I awoke slowly to the strident tones of the alarm. My hand lazily reached out to slap the snooze button atop my alarm clock, "mmm, just another few minutes". I started snuggling up in bed again, then started fully awake - the alarm was still ringing. Now more conscious I became aware that it wasn't my alarm after all. I sat bolt upright thinking ‘Oh god, fire alarm!' I sniffed but could smell no smoke, nor could I hear the sounds of my fellow students panicking. The alarm stopped. "Bloody fire drill" I muttered. I glanced at my alarm, frowning at the flashing numerals '12:12'. Horrid realization dawned, not a fire alarm at all, it was the bell signifying the start of lessons. I glared at my alarm clock, "Shit! Bloody school. So much for them being so high-tech." I had been at Shokushu almost a week, and there had been a power-cut of all things. A cold feeling went through me as I recalled Professor Niceman's induction talk with my fellow new girl, Tanya. Had his emphasis on discipline really been meant? Great, just great. Not here a week and already I was heading for a detention or lines or something.
I flung off the bed-covers and leapt out of bed, pulling my nightie over my head. Making towards the shower, head still entwined in the nightie I, of course, slipped on the books spread out over the floor from last nights homework session. With my arms over my head, and the nightie still round my ears I had no recourse but to bounce off the floor, ass first. "Ow, BUGGER!" This morning was turning into a real peach of a day. Pulling the nightie off fully and tossing it to one side I made a bee-line for the bathroom wondering if I really has the time for a shower. Deciding not, and communing with my bladder I decided that basic ablutions would be sufficient. After a hurried pee and quick rinse with a flannel and rapid brush of teeth I was ready to get dressed.
Dashing back into the bedroom I pulled open my lingerie drawer and froze, mouth agape. Several seconds of blinking in disbelief didn't alter the fact - I had obviously been visited by a pervert with an interest in cotton lingerie. I had not a pair of knickers or bra to my name. Inspiration struck and I ran to the linen basket and flipped it open to pull out yesterdays underwear, yukky but better than nothing. It seemed the lingerie bandit was interested in used panties as well, the basket was as empty as my heart seemed to be. Hoping that whoever it was, was only an underwear thief I flung open my closet and sighed as I saw a row of skirts and blouses hanging in their proper place. I pulled out a blouse and skirt and stepped into the skirt. As I pulled it up over my hips I decided that I'd have to cut back on the chocolate, I was putting on weight. Fastening the skirt was a bit of a struggle but I managed. I flung my arms into the blouse and pulled it around my chest. My initial attempts to button it failing as my fingers fumbled. Looking down I saw why. The blouse was a good two sizes to small, and as for the skirt - oh shit, it barely covered my bum! Sucking in a deep breath I pulled the blouse together and buttoned it rapidly. Slowly letting my breath out I winced as my breasts caused the gaps between the buttons to gape and my nipples compressed themselves against the cotton.
For a moment I considered going back to bed and feigning sickness. It seemed a far better idea than going out dressed like some perverts wet-dream of a schoolgirl. I weighed the options, and decided, having seen the school nurse, that wet-dream it would be. I grabbed a tie and quickly knotted it about my neck then got hold of a pair of socks and my shoes, half wondering if these were also going to be too small. I sat on the bed and bent down to pull on the socks and swore as, with a resounding ‘ping', a button flew across the room. I slipped my shoes on and, wonder of wonders, they fitted. I stood up and stole a quick glance in the mirror in my closet, which turned into an embarrassed stare. I was looking at the schoolgirl slut from hell. Not only were the mounds of my breasts plainly visible through the gaping hole where the button had sprung from, but having sat on the bed my skirt had ridden up enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of my pussy lips. I flushed and made a strong mental note to adjust my skirt before standing and after loosening my ties, ripped my useless blouse off. I took down another blouse and tried it on, and as I suspected, it too was too small. After buttoning it and tightening the tie I left my room and ran to the elevator. I stabbed the call button and tapped my foot in impatience as it took ages for it to arrive. After getting in I pressed the button for the ground floor and fidgeted to the strains of ‘Greensleeves' as the elevator made its slow descent. After the doors opened I dashed out and sprinted for the science labs, not caring for the moment about my skirt and blouse. If anyone saw me I would be soon out of sight before they spotted anything amiss.
Skidding around the last corner I came to a sudden and awful halt as I bounced off of Miss Salina. Once again I was flat on my ass amidst books. This time however there was a teacher there, and she didn't look happy. She looked down at my disheveled state and frowned, "late, running, and out of uniform. Not to mention crashing into me. Well, what have you to say for yourself?" I just sat and looked up at her. Her frown seemed to be trying to change into a grin, and she wasn't looking directly at me. I followed her eyes and gasped and promptly clamped my legs together and tugged my skirt down as far as it would go. Shit, she could practically see right up me! "Nothing to say, eh Jessica? Perhaps your fellow new student Tanya will get you speak." I looked around as I stood, "sorry Miss Salina, but I was in a hurry because my -" "Enough of your excuses," she interjected. "Follow me, Tanya is awaiting you." She turned on her heel and led me to a part of the campus I had not previously been to. She pointed to a door, "through there, Tanya is not so patiently waiting for you."
I opened the door, which was promptly shut behind me. I spun round but the unmistakable sounds of a key being turned informed me that that was not the way out. I turned back and walked down a short corridor and entered a large well lit room. I gasped as I saw the various implements of torture on display. This must be a mistake. Surely, this is the wrong room. As I quietly stood there I heard the clack of heel getting nearer form a corridor on the far side of the room. Was this Tanya? It was, but no Tanya I immediately recognized. Gone was the demure raven headed eighteen year old, and in her place strode what I could only think of as a bondage queen. She was dressed in thigh length red leather boots, matching leather panties with a strange bulge and red leather bands around her full breasts, squeezing them into even more prominence. She wore a red leather mask over her eyes from which was attached a ball gag. She held a long black whip in her right hand, letting to trail over the ground as she strode into the room.
"Tanya? Is that you? What the fuck is going on?" No reply came, but I could see her lips forming a faint smile as she approached. She suddenly flicked her right hand and the whip whistled out at me. I shrieked as the tip cut through the air just missing me. I panted in relief, then squawked in outrage as my blouse, now button-less fell open. "What are you doing, I-I thought we were friends?" I backed away in panic and fear. She stalked me and once again the whip cracked, this time snaring the sleeve of my blouse. The thin cotton ripped, and as she drew the whip back, the entire sleeve slipped down my arm. By this time my back was pressed against the wall and I was quivering and sobbing in abject terror. The whip flew out again and my other sleeve fluttered to the floor. "Stop, st-stop it!" I whirled and ran, making for the entrance that she had used, my panicking brain recognizing that as the only avenue of escape. As I bolted I heard the whip crack again and felt a tug at the collar of my ruined blouse. Seams ripped and both halves of my blouse dropped away from me. Naked from the waist up, skirt riding up over my thighs I dashed through the doorway and looked for a way out. I moaned as all I saw was an ante-chamber, bereft of doors. I stood for a moment, dumbfounded. That all changed, however, when another lash of the whip cut across the base of my partially exposed buttocks. I screamed and jumped six inches into the air. As I landed I spun, thinking my only chance was to take her on physically. Moaning in pain, I slowly approached her. She seemed to smirk behind the gag and sent the whip out in a horizontal arc. The tip whipped round me and once again cut into my bare ass. I sobbed and staggered, eyes blurry with tears of pain. Blinking away the tears as best I could I made a direct run at her. Her next lick of the whip went around my ankles and I sprawled headlong into the floor in front of her. Stunned and dazed from my fall I was too slow in getting up to prevent her from straddling my back. I struggled trying to get free, but my reward for this was the handle of the whip being jammed into my ass. I screamed in outrage and pain and my hands flew back to pull the whip out. As I did so Tanya stood and took advantage of my hands being close together. Just as my hands made contact with the rough leather of the whip handle I felt my wrists being bound. I instinctively jerked my hands away, freeing the whip up for Tanya to take back. I hissed in pain as the knurled leather sprang free of my ass. "T-Tanya, st-stop it, it hurts." I moaned in pain, ass cheeks burning from the whipping and my anus stinging from the intrusion of the handle.
She pulled me roughly to my feet, yanking on my bound wrists. I stumbled upright, shuddering and sobbing, tears running down my cheeks. She beckoned to a table, making it plain that I should go and lie upon it. When I hesitated I receieved another stinging crack on my buttocks from the whip. Whimpering I made my way to the table and laid down on it, gasping as my buttocks made contact with the unfinished wood surface. Tanya approached and flicked leather restraints over my torso and legs, pinioning me to the table. She wandered away our of my direct line of sight and I lay there, moaning and feeling damn sorry for myself, wondering what had turned this sweet girl I had known for less than a week into this, this monster. The clacking of her heels announced her approach from an area behind my head. Her body cast a faint shadow over me as she leant forward. As her arms came into my view I gasped as I saw she had a red hot needle in her hand. With her free hand she grabbed my left nipple and tugged on it, stretching it to twice it's normal size. I groaned in pain, then shrieked and shrieked as she drove the needle through my nipple. She repeated the process with my right nipple, leaving me a sobbing a quivering wreck, body arching against the restraints. Before the holes could close up she inserted a large ring through each nipple and gave them a small flick. My eyes closed as tears flowed freely, gasping at the unexpected pain. She unbound me and motioned me to stand once more. Sobbing and sniffling I obeyed, unwilling to receive yet more punishment.
Tanya gestured at me and I stared back unable to discern what she wanted. A flick of the whip convinced me that she wanted me to take off the skirt. I struggled with the fastening and zip, wriggling my hips to try and get the too small skirt off. As I endeavored to obey her I was spurred on by her sending the whip cutting across my sore buttocks. Finally the skirt was in a pool by my feet. Another curt gesture and I started trying to remove my shoes and socks. I ended up bent backwards on the floor, exposing myself to her fully as I struggled to get my shoes and socks off. This time, instead of whipping my buttocks, she ground the handle of the whip against my pussy lips, rubbing the coarse leather up and down. I bit my lip and silently called down all forms of horrible curses on her, but to no avail. Now, fully naked, she bade me stand with a curt hand signal. She ushered me towards a cabinet against a wall, signing for me to open it. I backed up to the door and hesitantly opened it. When I turned to look inside I saw an array of leather boots. I turned my head to look questioningly at Tanya and she just nodded. Awkwardly I turned and peering over my shoulder selected a pair of thigh length boots with buckles just above the knee. Shit and damnation, it was going to be no fun trying to put these on with my hands bound behind my back. I looked at Tanya and started to ask how I was supposed to accomplish this, but she gestured me to a chair. I sat, wincing as my sore buttocks sank into the cushion. She picked up a boot and taking my left foot slipped it into the boot. The leather was supple enough for it to bundle around my calf by the time my foot was fully in. She slowly eased the boot up my leg, over my knee, and on up my thigh. I gasped in shock as her fingers briefly made contact with my pussy lips as she smoothed the leather out. Must have been an accident I thought and hoped. She then scooped up my right foot and repeated the process of slipping the boot onto my leg. This time her fingers lingered on my pussy lips, slowly and gently caressing them. Oh shit, I thought, not an accident. I tried to stand but she pushed me back into the chair, making me utter a painful sob as once again I sat on my sore buttocks. Her fingers never stopped their slow and delicate movement over my labia and I gasped as I realized how nice it felt. This couldn't, and shouldn't, be happening. My mind was in a whirl, first the pain and terror from the whip, now soft and gentle, almost loving, caresses. After a short while she seemed to be satisfied and when she beckoned me to stand I understood as I felt a warm trickle down my thighs. I blinked in disbelief, I couldn't be aroused, could I? I mean, this was another girl, I had never had carnal thoughts about another girl - I was NOT a lesbian, not even bi-. Despite everything my body had made it's own mind up as my glistening pussy lips and stiff, painful, nipples proved.
With a definite smirk visible behind the gag Tanya motioned me towards a beam of triangular wood, raised from the floor by about two feet by a pair of vertical metal rods. I blinked and looked at Tanya, "you want me to -". My question was interrupted by the crack of the whip. I jumped and moaned as the leather tip flicked the ring in my right nipple. I hustled over to the wooden block and when she made it clear with her hand signals I straddled it. I felt a bit awkward as I stood with my legs apart, wondering what on earth was going on now. The answer was quick in coming as she stood on a floor-mounted control. The rods gave a quiet hiss and started rising. In a matter of seconds my awkward stance was changed into one even more uncomfortable as I went on tip-toe to stop the point of the triangular beam pressing against my pussy. This afforded me no more than a second or so of relief as the beam kept rising lifting me off my feet, the edge digging into me as my weight spread my labia to each side of the angled wood. I moaned in pain as I felt my pussy spread by the sharp wood. Not satisfied with this, Tanya approached and tied an elastic cord to each of the buckles on the boots and forcing my body down, almost horizontal, she attached the other ends to the nipple rings. I moaned in embarrassment and pain as my nipples and breasts were tugged by the cord, but worse was to come.
Tanya backed off and raised the whip, bringing it down harshly on my upraised buttocks. I flinched and only succeeded in driving my pussy harder against the beam and pulling my nipples more as my back arched. Again and again the whip flicked through the air to land stingingly across my buttocks. Again and again my body flinched and shuddered at the contact, forcing my labia further apart and stretching my tormented nipples. After nine or ten cracks Tanya stopped and walked over to me. I sobbed and moaned, trying hard not to wriggle as that was sending conflicting feelings through my body. She stood near my ass and the reached out to cup my ass cheeks. I whimpered as her hands massaged and kneaded my sore buttocks. After a while, the pain receded to be replaced by a growing sense of warmth. I sighed as the caresses became pleasurable. This seemed to be cue to her and she stopped her gentle hand movements and instead slipped a hand under my outstretched body. I gasped, wondering what she was going to do. As her finger lightly ran over my clitoris I understood. I couldn't stop a low moan from escaping my mouth as she oh so gently toyed with me. Her finger was sending warm feeling shooting through my body and I could feel my thighs getting damp. This was impossible I told myself, I can't be getting turned on by this. After a few minutes of gentle stimulation which has been almost swooning she stopped and stood back.
I knew what was going to happen, she was going to whip my buttocks again, making me drive my pussy hard against the beam and cause me to jerk and tug my nipples. To my immense surprise all I felt was a surge of pleasure. Oh shit, I wanted her to abuse me. As she raised her hand I rolled my hips forward, moaning in pleasure as I present my ass to her and just incidentally rubbing my clit over the beam. The whip flew down and I bucked and moaned as it bit into my buttocks, my sobs now of pleasure mingled with the pain. My face flushed as I tried to lift my ass to meet the whip as it swung down, part embarrassment, part arousal. My sobs and moans echoed around the room as Tanya proceeded with her whipping, my body arching and shuddering as my pussy and clitoris were ground against the beam. The sharp stabs of pain as my nipples stretched was a brief prelude to the feeling of bliss and pleasure as they returned to their normal size. Soon I was humping the beam in abandonment, treating it as if it was the hard cock of a lover. The beam was slick with my juices as I ground my hot pussy against it, the pain of the cracks across my ass fending off the climax I could feel welling up within me. "Oh fuck yeah, whip me, oh god Tanya, please, Ooooooooh." I was lost in a realm that I previously could not have imagined, the sharp pains were merging with the slow currents of rapture sweeping through me, becoming one. Each tug on my nipples was now the loving teasing of a lovers mouth, causing not pain exactly, but a new, different form of ecstasy. The harsh crack of the whip across my red buttocks that was a counterpoint to my desperate humping of the beam was painful, but it didn't matter, all that mattered was that I was going to cum. I needed to orgasm, every fiber of my being cried out to be washed in the glow of climax. From my stiff nipples to my hot pussy to the toes that were curling and uncurling inside the boots I needed, like never before, to cum.
My sobs and moaning were incoherent, a babble of meaningless noise. Finally I reached a plateau beyond which I could not go and I screamed and screamed, cumming harder that I had ever cum before. The fact that Tanya had stopped whipping me as I orgasmed was lost on me. All I knew was the flood of tingling crashing warmth that engulfed me. As I writhed on the beam I kept tugging my nipples and pushing my clit against the rough surface which only made me cum more and more. What seemed like eons passed until I finally stopped writhing. The room was still except for the gentle ‘pat, pat' of my juices running off the beam to fall to the floor in an ever widening puddle.
When I could move again under my own volition I looked up at Tanya with astonished disbelief, panting and breathing heavily. She reached up and removed the ball gag and winked at me, "shall I ask Professor Niceman to turn the power off to your room again next week?" "WHAT!!!!!!"