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Not daring to look at him, Kikki literally tumbled in head first and drew the top sheet quickly over herself, throwing one arm across her eyes while her seared bulb wriggled tempestuously.

Then he bent and kissed her forehead and went out, clicking off the light and closing the door while Kikki curled her toes and rolled onto her hip, facing the wall, and cuddling her right hand up between her thighs, feeling sicky and trembly as she squirmed.

Finally, Kikki burst out something about it in a moment of confidentiality to her aunt. Two nights later, after she had been caned once more, Kikki jerked up both legs as she made to get into bed, but as she did so he suddenly cupped her scorched bottom, intruding his thumb against her plump mound, and kissed her soft-bubbling lips, holding her so for a long moment that made her feel more trembly than ever.

Again then, Kikki lay working her heat-throbbing bottom for a moment and then reverted on to her hip, her fingers between her thighs receiving more sticky-wetness than before.

She thought of the ball of his thumb there and blushed, and unconsciously began to move her own around the same sparky spot, until her shapely young legs shot down, toes curling.

Her lips parted and a soft moan came from her. Then she rolled on her tummy and squirmed her head under her pillow, just like a rabbit….

You know what to wear. Kikki had a bath that night and went straight into her bedroom, putting on her shorty black nightie and a new pair of black stockings.

Gazing at her reflection doubtfully, her pussy hairs fluffed up, she thought her thighs looked plump in stockinged feet and so put a pair of extra-high heels on, then waited with a funny quivering in her tummy for the door to open.

When it did — biting her fingers and not knowing where to look — she saw that he had his pyjamas on and was holding a strap, split at the end.

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He was going to cane her! She made a desperate yelping sound. But then he showed her. Holding it in front of her face.

Instead it was quite a large brush, a hairbrush or something. A large brush with the handle…. She could imagine it would hurt just as much as the cane!

She began pleading. Dr Morton told her sharply to shut up. Or she would have the hairbrush, and then six with the cane afterwards.

He was reaching round now to tuck the little skirt up at the back. Folding it up in the waistband. To give himself a nice clear target.

Then you can get on with a couple of jobs. She gave a despairing moan. Her fingers gripping desperately onto the high frame. She held her breath….

Then a shuddery gasp as the brush whacked in. Squarely on the centre of one trembling bottom-cheek. She gulped for air. Desperately trying to come to terms with the hot, fierce sting….

She was lying in bed, but not asleep. Her own bed, her room at the Haverleys. Or on it. With her bottom bared.

There was no longer the physical pain. That sharp, searing ache in her bottom. From the cane. Hot and tight…. Lying there like that, on her back, in the darkened room, with her thoughts unavoidably again back in that other bedroom, she imagined she heard a soft, muffled sound.

She concentrated for a moment — but no, there was nothing. And her mind slid back again to what was haunting it.

And then… the bedclothes were moving. Someone… was there…. It was Michael. He was there. He was climbing in bed with her, hissing to her to be quiet.

He only wanted to talk…. That was what he said. But moments later, in the bed now, he was taking her hand. And directing it to where his erect penis was jutting out of his pyjamas.

As he whispered hoarsely that he knew all about Dr Morton. Labels: Uniform Girls. The college seemed so large and anonymous, with most of it still a closed book outside of her own classes English Literature and History , and even in those classes she still knew only a few people, other girls mostly.

The only slight consolation was that these few other students seemed as lost as she was herself. The one second-year student Jennifer had been able to talk to so far had not been very reassuring.

Alison it seemed had been at the same school as Jane. Maybe, Jennifer thought, Alison had just been trying to scare her and Jane, these two lost and helpless freshers.

Alison, over coffee in the refectory, had told them of lecturers who if they got the chance would put the screws on good-looking girl students — and both Jennifer and Jane were very attractive girls of course.

One or two of these lecturers could be very unpleasant. Did you want to be expelled? And you could be expelled for poor work.

Or would you rather have the cane. On your bare bottom…. Both Jennifer and Jane had gone rather pink in the face when Alison, in lowered tones, had come out with this.

Jane had said afterwards to Jennifer that it was silly and she was sure Alison had made it up. Jennifer agreed, and both of them had tried to convince themselves that it was fantasy.

But Alison had then gone on to talk about another unpleasant experience, one you would get regardless of how you were coping with the work.

It was a visit to the college doctor. Every girl had to go and see Dr Morton or his assistant during her first term, Alison said.

Then she rolled her eyes. Neither of them felt bold enough to ask for details of what Dr Morton was reckoned to do to you when he had you nude on the table.

And Alison had left if there. Left it to their imaginations. Jennifer had tried to forget this story about the doctor, just as she was closing her mind to the business of the lecturers who caned girls.

As regards the latter she had every intention of working really hard and so hopefully should not be in danger of failing tests. As regards this Dr Morton….

Two days later Jennifer had forgotten about him. For one thing she had started talking to this boy in her History class.

Not only that but she had had coffee with him. His name was Simon Danford. He had admitted that he was feeling a bit lost too. She had been really hoping to meet a nice boy of course.

The Mortons. Have you met Dr Morton yet? Getting her digs with the Haverleys was one of the few bright spots so far for Jennifer.

Mr and Mrs Haverley and their son Michael, 15, were a pleasant, friendly middle-class family with a nice comfortable home in which Jennifer had an attractive room overlooking the garden.

It was nice, almost like being at home. I think he sees all first year girls. It was just what Alison had said. He made you take all your clothes off — and then got you on his examination couch.

To do unspecified but awful things to you. It seemed that Dr Morton and his wife were friends of the Haverleys and were coming round to play cards.

Jennifer felt a little moment of panic, with those things Alison Corvil had been saying. Taking all her clothes off for this doctor. And also the other too.

Having her bottom caned by one of those lecturers. She could feel herself blushing. Michael, sitting opposite, gave her a grin. Could he possibly know about having to take everything off?

Mrs Haverley was asking if she would be in, she would like Jennifer to meet the Mortons. Jennifer stammered that she thought she would be out.

But in fact that evening the visitors came round earlier than she had expected, just as Jennifer was going out. So she had to let herself be introduced.

Dr Morton was fortyish, slim and tall, with a keen glance which seemed to go right through her. It seemed to Jennifer that maybe those keen eyes could see her nude already.

He shook her hand, smiling. And everyone laughed. Everyone except Jennifer, who made a confused and hurried exit.

At that time of the morning she would be able to get him at home. Jennifer could feel herself trembling.

It would be about her appointment of course. Jennifer, red-faced, got up and went to the phone in the hall. Thank you for calling.

Did Mrs Haverley mention our discussion…? Dr Morton was talking about her check-up. And saying that he could come round there and do it at home.

At the Haverleys. Tomorrow evening in fact. When he believed Mr and Mrs Haverley would be going out. Was that alright? But anyway from what Alison had said they all had to have it.

Mrs Haverley clearly guessed when the call had been. It seemed so convenient when he suggested it. Michael asked what they were talking about. Tomorrow evening.

Your father and I will be going out. Jennifer was already flushing. And then she flushed a whole lot more as Michael, grinning, asked.

But Michael was in, and he had been teasing Jennifer, saying that maybe he would stay in the lounge and watch Dr Morton make her take all her clothes off.

Poor Jenny had felt like hitting him. Now at least Michael had finally consented to go up to his room — leaving Jenny feeling like a cat on hot bricks.

She was shaking as she opened the door to Dr Morton, and then ushered him through into the lounge. He took off his jacket and went to place it on a chair.

She remembered. The old Christmas cards Michael had put up on the TV. His idea of a joke. She stammeringly explained to Dr Morton.

Dear Michael eh? And she seems to have all her clothes on. Whereas I want her clothes off. All of them. Can you do that for me? You can put a dressing gown on if you like.

Jenny felt her face go bright red. It was no more than she had been expecting and she had been trying to come to terms with the idea. Telling herself it was just normal, a routine check-up.

Taking her clothes off for Dr Morton she would be baring her bottom for him…. Dr Morton smiled at her. Or do you want some encouragement.

What did they do at school? Cane your bottom…? She felt a little surge of panic. It was almost as if he had been reading her thoughts. She shook her head a bit wildly, and then stumbled out.

Dr Morton called after her. He had clearly been listening. Jennifer wanted to thump him. Anyway Michael had disappeared into his room.

In her room she did what she had to do, then crept back downstairs. In her fluffy white dressing gown now. She was feeling hot. Almost as if she was going to suffocate.

Even though she had nothing on underneath now. In the lounge Dr Morton was sitting in an armchair. His eyes fastened on the tightly closed gown.

It had just a belt. No buttons. Nothing underneath? She shook her head. Feeling herself trembling. She perched on it, her hand automatically holding the gown closed over her thighs.

Are you still a virgin? She was conscious of her colouring face but presumably he could ask questions like that. She nodded.

He smiled. Her tongue nervously moistened her lips. He smiled again. Let it open. Let me see your legs. Numbly Jennifer took her hand away from her tightly closed gown.

Dr Morton reached out and twitched it open. Exposing her nude thighs. Did they cane you at school? She had let her thighs slide apart a little.

It was Mike who got the next question wrong too. By now I knew the routine and went across to the bowl. The neighbour glanced over and I looked away as I picked out the next dare.

He went out from the kitchen, through the side door, onto the open drive, which would be in full view of anyone looking and then through a low gate into the back garden.

I watched as he reached the end and gasped as he turned and pulled off his pants as a substantial hard on sprang out.

Then he tried to stroll casually back to the house, his cock swinging as he walked. When we got inside he was shaking. Back to the game and I was still doing pretty well, until I landed on a geography question.

I just had to hope my luck was still in. Mike was obviously pleased that at last it was my turn and he leapt up and strode over to the bowl.

In the garden go to the far hedge, pick a flower and return, hands behind your back, into the kitchen through the back door. I took off my tights, little top, my skirt and then took a couple of deep breaths.

Finally I removed my flimsy knickers and revealed my moist shaved slit. He stepped up to me and ran his fingers over my firm breasts down to the nipples which were now very hard.

I panicked a little as I struggled with the gate catch, wondering if someone would see me, then I was through and headed up to the hedge.

Actually, this was alright, I relaxed a little and started to feel quite liberated and definitely sexy. My exhibitionist feelings disappeared a second later as I turned to see the the lady from across the road and the lady next door watching from her french window steps.

I covered myself as well as I could and ran back up the garden and inside the house as quickly as I could. I was getting into my underwear when the front door bell rang.

Mike who was panting with fright next to me hesitated but it rang again and he cautiously opened the door.

Scott and this is Mrs. Scott, the lady from across the road was about 30, slim, mid- blond hair and wearing glasses which made her look very serious.

Martin must have been a year or so older, very attractive with long dark hair. I told her about seeing you, naked in the garden, Mike. Then as we were trying to decide what to do we saw this young lady walk along the side of the house, into the garden and We have decided to punish you both, that is spank you both and say no more about it on this occasion.

Mike lead the way into the back garden. He returned with the cane. Angie, get undressed and bend over this. Scott pointed to the patio table. You will both receive six strokes of the cane on your bare bottoms - from each of us.

I unhooked my bra and tossed it on the chair, then my panties. When I looked up Mike had that expression on his face again and the bulge in his jeans definitely grew.

Scott bent me over the table, pushing my tits onto the top and spreading my legs. I wriggled and writhed spreading my legs more and more but I hardly cared.

Finally the stinging was over and I stood and rubbed my bum, while Mike watched my tits bounce around. He got down to his underpants and I could see Mike was trying to hide the bulge.

He glanced up to see Mrs. Scott tapping the cane impatiently and he slipped off his pants to reveal a full hard on. Martin slid her hand down past his stomach to push his erection down between his legs so it was held rigid against the edge of the table.

She handed the cane to Mrs. Scott who started immediately. I was made to watch and marvelled at how each stroke flicked across his taut buttocks leaving tramlines.

Scott was obviously determined would get a reaction. He leapt up, his cock swinging wildly as he yelped and rubbed his bum. All eyes were on his wonderful, rigid penis.

Now for my second set of seven strokes. Again I bent over the table and spread my legs to let Mike see my swollen lips, hoping to give some pleasure to him.

Swish, swish, swish, Mrs. Martin hit me harder than Mrs. Scott and I yelled out and leapt up twice, each time getting an extra stroke for my troubles.

Finally my caning was over.

I was getting into my underwear when the front door bell rang. Mike who was panting with fright next to me hesitated but it rang again and he cautiously opened the door.

Scott and this is Mrs. Scott, the lady from across the road was about 30, slim, mid- blond hair and wearing glasses which made her look very serious.

Martin must have been a year or so older, very attractive with long dark hair. I told her about seeing you, naked in the garden, Mike.

Then as we were trying to decide what to do we saw this young lady walk along the side of the house, into the garden and We have decided to punish you both, that is spank you both and say no more about it on this occasion.

Mike lead the way into the back garden. He returned with the cane. Angie, get undressed and bend over this. Scott pointed to the patio table. You will both receive six strokes of the cane on your bare bottoms - from each of us.

I unhooked my bra and tossed it on the chair, then my panties. When I looked up Mike had that expression on his face again and the bulge in his jeans definitely grew.

Scott bent me over the table, pushing my tits onto the top and spreading my legs. I wriggled and writhed spreading my legs more and more but I hardly cared.

Finally the stinging was over and I stood and rubbed my bum, while Mike watched my tits bounce around.

He got down to his underpants and I could see Mike was trying to hide the bulge. He glanced up to see Mrs. Scott tapping the cane impatiently and he slipped off his pants to reveal a full hard on.

Martin slid her hand down past his stomach to push his erection down between his legs so it was held rigid against the edge of the table. She handed the cane to Mrs.

Scott who started immediately. I was made to watch and marvelled at how each stroke flicked across his taut buttocks leaving tramlines.

Scott was obviously determined would get a reaction. He leapt up, his cock swinging wildly as he yelped and rubbed his bum. All eyes were on his wonderful, rigid penis.

Now for my second set of seven strokes. Again I bent over the table and spread my legs to let Mike see my swollen lips, hoping to give some pleasure to him.

Swish, swish, swish, Mrs. Martin hit me harder than Mrs. Scott and I yelled out and leapt up twice, each time getting an extra stroke for my troubles.

Finally my caning was over. Scott bent Mike over the table and again Mrs. Martin took hold of his cock to arrange it as she wanted before standing me in place to watch proceedings.

Swish, swish, there was no doubt that Mrs. Martin was the harder hitter and Mike too yelled out once and stood to rub himself.

Eventually it was over and he was told to stand up and face them. His cock stood out rigid and they smiled as Mrs.

Scott reminded him what Mrs. Martin had said. Mike returned from the house, his cock still swinging from side to side as he walked.

He handed over the ruler. Scott took the swishy ruler and flicked it gently, thwack, hitting his shaft then she reached out and stroked up and down his cock making Mike groan.

I stood there with my nipples hard and my juices running. After the sixth spank she held his cock firmly before running her fingers round the head making his juices flow.

After a short lecture on our behaviour in the future I could tell they were leaving reluctantly. Mike started to get up but I made him lie back down.

I started running my fingers across his firm chest, down his ribbed stomach, then down to his balls and up and around his thick, hard penis.

Then I sank down over him and took his erection as far as I could into my mouth and slid my lips slowly back and forth along his shaft. As I moved my mouth up and down it felt huge inside my mouth and seemed to be getting more rigid if that was possible.

Taking all her clothes off for this doctor. And also the other too. Having her bottom caned by one of those lecturers. She could feel herself blushing.

Michael, sitting opposite, gave her a grin. Could he possibly know about having to take everything off? Mrs Haverley was asking if she would be in, she would like Jennifer to meet the Mortons.

Jennifer stammered that she thought she would be out. But in fact that evening the visitors came round earlier than she had expected, just as Jennifer was going out.

So she had to let herself be introduced. Dr Morton was fortyish, slim and tall, with a keen glance which seemed to go right through her.

It seemed to Jennifer that maybe those keen eyes could see her nude already. He shook her hand, smiling. And everyone laughed.

Everyone except Jennifer, who made a confused and hurried exit. At that time of the morning she would be able to get him at home.

Jennifer could feel herself trembling. It would be about her appointment of course. Jennifer, red-faced, got up and went to the phone in the hall.

Thank you for calling. Did Mrs Haverley mention our discussion…? Dr Morton was talking about her check-up. And saying that he could come round there and do it at home.

At the Haverleys. Tomorrow evening in fact. When he believed Mr and Mrs Haverley would be going out. Was that alright?

But anyway from what Alison had said they all had to have it. Mrs Haverley clearly guessed when the call had been. It seemed so convenient when he suggested it.

Michael asked what they were talking about. Tomorrow evening. Your father and I will be going out.

Jennifer was already flushing. And then she flushed a whole lot more as Michael, grinning, asked. But Michael was in, and he had been teasing Jennifer, saying that maybe he would stay in the lounge and watch Dr Morton make her take all her clothes off.

Poor Jenny had felt like hitting him. Now at least Michael had finally consented to go up to his room — leaving Jenny feeling like a cat on hot bricks.

She was shaking as she opened the door to Dr Morton, and then ushered him through into the lounge. He took off his jacket and went to place it on a chair.

She remembered. The old Christmas cards Michael had put up on the TV. His idea of a joke. She stammeringly explained to Dr Morton. Dear Michael eh?

And she seems to have all her clothes on. Whereas I want her clothes off. All of them. Can you do that for me? You can put a dressing gown on if you like.

Jenny felt her face go bright red. It was no more than she had been expecting and she had been trying to come to terms with the idea.

Telling herself it was just normal, a routine check-up. Taking her clothes off for Dr Morton she would be baring her bottom for him…. Dr Morton smiled at her.

Or do you want some encouragement. What did they do at school? Cane your bottom…? She felt a little surge of panic.

It was almost as if he had been reading her thoughts. She shook her head a bit wildly, and then stumbled out.

Dr Morton called after her. He had clearly been listening. Jennifer wanted to thump him. Anyway Michael had disappeared into his room.

In her room she did what she had to do, then crept back downstairs. In her fluffy white dressing gown now. She was feeling hot. Almost as if she was going to suffocate.

Even though she had nothing on underneath now. In the lounge Dr Morton was sitting in an armchair.

His eyes fastened on the tightly closed gown. It had just a belt. No buttons. Nothing underneath?

She shook her head. Feeling herself trembling. She perched on it, her hand automatically holding the gown closed over her thighs.

Are you still a virgin? She was conscious of her colouring face but presumably he could ask questions like that. She nodded. He smiled. Her tongue nervously moistened her lips.

He smiled again. Let it open. Let me see your legs. Numbly Jennifer took her hand away from her tightly closed gown.

Dr Morton reached out and twitched it open. Exposing her nude thighs. Did they cane you at school? She had let her thighs slide apart a little.

A girl is sometimes given the option, if her work is not so good. Being expelled. Could it be true? His hand was squeezing her thigh now.

And then also she may be sent to me afterwards. She felt a bit sick. She was feeling really hot. Her pulse was thumping. Why was he talking about this awful business?

Jenny shook her head. His hand on her leg was making her feel hot too…. Kneel on the stool. Dr Morton was standing, and helping her up on the stool.

At the same time unfastening the belt of her gown. The pink nipples were half-erect. She shuddered as his fingers went to them and began squeezing and rubbing.

She felt a bit as if she was going to faint, and she could hear herself breathing in a gaspy way. He had her kneeling upright on the stool, with her knees quite wide apart.

Her nipples were fully erect now. And then one of his hands slid down. To the soft brown hair on the bulge of her pussy mound… the hand was all at once cupping her slit.

She was wet there. She gave a shuddering gasp as his fingers entered…. Mrs Haverley said. With Dr Morton. He quickly looked away. Probably he was afraid she was going to make a complaint to his mother.

And anyway she had enough to worry about with Dr Morton… so she just nodded. Jennifer bit her lip and looked down at her cornflakes. He wanted to see her again.

That evening. This time round at his house. Testing her reactions, he had said. As his fingers worked at her wet pussy. She had finally collapsed… with her hips writhing and rolling on the thrusting fingers.

When she had finished, and recovered just a little, Dr Morton said dryly. Then he had sent her out to the kitchen to make some coffee.

So she went out, on rubbery legs and still in just the dressing gown. And there in the kitchen Michael had crept up on her.

Suddenly his arms were round her. And before she knew it one hand sliding inside her loose gown, and fumbling at her bare pussy bush.

She had struggled away, but only after he had helped himself to a good feel. She so really should complain to his mother. Round at his house.

Jennifer nodded, tight-lipped. Michael was wide-eyed. Although she guessed he had been outside the lounge door, probably with his eyes to the keyhole, for at least part of the time she was in there getting the treatment from Dr Morton.

Why did Dr Morton need to see her again? Maybe, Jenny thought, he just wanted to do more of the same. What he had done with her kneeling on the stool.

And then more of the same after they had had the coffee. The same but this time with her lying across the stool, her legs spread wide.

Yes the thought of more of that was bad enough, but then something else came to her. All that talk of the cane. Jenny felt herself shiver.

Jennifer shook her head. She was in his house. He had just ushered her into the hall. Now he squeezed her arm, the squeeze developing into a pinch.

Think of things. Jennifer flushed. She had been on tenterhooks all day, dreading being here and this opening remark naturally did nothing to increase her composure.

He was just continuing where he had left off. Although presumably he did do it and not just to her, because it was what Alison had alluded to.

Jenny had had lunch with Jane and had told her she had seen Dr Morton. Jane had thought it very strange not to see him in his surgery but she had explained that he was a friend of the Haverleys.

When Jane had had her own examination maybe they could talk about it. Now Dr Morton was walking her along the hallway with his arm round her waist.

He mentioned that Mrs Morton was out at her choir practice. She tried to steel herself for whatever was to come.

You can have a nice relaxing warm bath first of all, to get you ready. You can put the nightie on after your bath. She was trembling.

Wearing just the skimpy nightie now which scarcely reached to the level of her hips. Not trembling because she was cold, for the little bedroom was snugly warm with the heating turned well up.

No, it was because she was scared. With little darts of panic shooting up her spine. Dr Morton had told her she was to get on the bed….

There had been no lock or bolt on the bathroom door. That had been one of the first things she had noticed when he had left her in there.

So after some hesitation she had run the bath and got undressed. Then of course, what she had half expected.

Dr Morton came in. When she was drying herself and trying to do it quickly before he did come in. Even though she had only that almost-nothing nightie to put on, but thinking it would be better than nothing.

Being nude. But he did come in, when she was still nude…. Dr Morton had a new toothbrush and toothpaste. That was his excuse for coming in.

Handing them to her and saying she might like to brush her teeth. And then his hands sliding over her warm, nude body.

As he told her the rest. Yes she was trembling despite the warmth of the room. Lying face-down on the bed. With her hips over a pillow.

To raise her bottom. This was how he wanted her because in the bathroom Dr Morton had finally said about the cane.

What he had been clearly leading up to. She was to be tested with the cane. It was always a good idea for a girl to be tested with the cane early on.

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