Saturday, 31 March 2012

Tom's School Days 22

'How did I do?' Tom asked Amanda, as they walked together from the Dungeon. The other girls had left before, so they were alone, as Amanda locked the door and they left together.

'You did well,' Amanda said, 'brilliantly.'

'I wasn't too harsh?'

'No, not at all, she deserved it.'

'I kind of got carried away.'

'You liked it, then?'

'Truth to be told, Amanda, I think I did. And I feel bad about that.'


'It seems wrong to enjoy such a thing.'

'Why would that be wrong?'

'She was in pain, and I just...enjoyed it.'

'Everybody's happy then!'

'What do you mean?'

'What do you think I mean?'

'She can't have...I mean...she really can't...can she?'

'She knows the rules.'

'I wouldn't enjoy it, not like that.'

'We're all different, let's leave it at that.'

'Perhaps that's for the best.'

'Let me put it like this. I know, for a fact, that you have got yourself some admirers. And that your actions haven't really helped preventing the breaking of rules.'

'I don't understand your lot.'

'You mean us, or girls in general?'

'Both, I think.'

Amanda was smiling as she left. Tom stood for a while, watching her leave. He was strangely pleased with the sight of her, how she moved, the silent confidence, or was it happiness, that her almost skipping walk revealed.

'Tom!' a voice came from the darkness of the cloister.


'Yeah, it's me.'

'What you're doing there?'

'What you're doing with the weird girls?'

'I don't know, Steph, truth to be told, I don't know.'

'They're a creepy bunch.'

'I wouldn't call them creepy. Weird is all right, but not creepy.'

'That Amanda Tilly girl, she is strange. And her friend, the red haired one...'


'Perhaps. Anyway, she was stripped by GPS the other night, and she was given detention. She deserved it, silly girl!'

'It was FDF, actually.'

'You know a lot about that.'

'Never mind.'

'Talking about stripping...'

'Are you serious?'

'I'm always serious. Let's sneak into the garden.'

'Is it safe?'

'As safe as it gets, around here.'

'Sorry about the Tower.'

'Don't be.'

They found a secluded corner in the Garden. Tom sat on the stone bench, with Stephanie beside him. She wasted no time. Her hand slipped down his trousers.

'What have you been up to?' she giggled.

'Oh, nothing much.'

'Was it because of seeing little me?'


Tom hadn't realised how aroused he had been when whipping Annabelle, and now he didn't want to tell Stephanie about it.

As Stephanie's fingers gripped his member, his thoughts wandered away to the meeting in the Dungeon, to Annabelle's naked body, her round and fair bottom, and to the vicious cane in his hand, and to the sound of it as it travelled through the air, towards its encounter with her soft buttocks.

He felt a little guilty for thinking of Annabelle at the same time as Stephanie helped his sex out of the confinement of his trousers, and how she, still with her fingers around it, slid down on her knees, and let her lips move to embrace it.


Paul said...

Janice!!! shock, horror. LOL!
Tom's reaction, to be expected, I hope Steph is good at what she is about to do.
Love and warm hugs,

Anonymous said...

A strange imagination that cannot make itself Tiny sometime.

Janice said...

Dear Paul, she is a very resourceful girl, isn't she, and poor Tom is the victim of her schemes, poor boy... :-)

Dear Anonymous, unintelligible!



Anonymous said...

'Dear Anonymous, unintelligible!'

You naughty girl, telling such fibs! You deserve to be put across someone's knee and be spanked--hard!

Janice said...

Dear Anonymous, I am not, repeat NOT, telling fibs.


Anonymous said...


Janice said...

Dear Anonymous, just stop it! Whatever it is.


Anonymous said...

A gentleman will always stop when a lady asks him to, sincerely. But everything I have said still stands.

Janice said...

Dear Anonymous, you are obviously playing some kind of game. Use my email and write to me, instead of posting cryptic messages on my blog...please!