Trinity Academy – Ch. 08 – BDSM

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Chapter 8 – Graduation Day

Graduation Day eventually arrived, and each girl’s sponsor was summoned to arrive at Trinity Academy nice and early to meet with Mr Andrews and Miss Stone prior to any activities starting. This was an essential meeting and would set the agenda for the day.

The sponsors were each afforded the opportunity to:-

1. Just watch the proceedings but not take part

2. Take part in the proceedings but only have contact with their own wife’s/girlfriend’s punishments and not be able to see anyone else’s.

3. Take part in the proceedings and help to punish any girl whose sponsor had also agreed to this option.

4. Take their wife/girlfriend home before any punishments began.

The sponsors were given a few minutes to ask questions and to make their choices before signing a consent document to protect the Academy from any future litigation.

Mr Andrews then informed the (very willing) sponsors that the ‘demerit point system’ which had featured heavily in the create up to Graduation Day had simply been concocted as a deterrent to bad behaviour, and an incentive for the girls to comply with Academy rules. The demerit points, and what they stood for would not actually have any relevance to the severity of the girl’s punishments. It was totally be up to the sponsor’s themselves to determine the level of punishment they wished to be metered out to their ‘loved one’.

Some other ground rules were outlined by Mr Andrews, with the main one being that condoms must be worn for any genital contact, except with your own partner.

And so, Graduation Day could start!

…. It was the sound that came first. A sharp slap echoed off Taylor’s exposed bum cheeks. A thousand tiny needles of pain spread across her delightful bum cheeks. It was not unbearable, but it was painful nevertheless. After another slap a warmness began to spread over her peachy bum cheeks, radiating and throbbing. The next three slaps followed before she had a chance to catch her breath. As her bum reddened and stung, more rhythmic slapping followed. As she lay there it dawned on her that although this was one hand and one person, she sensed that many other sets of eyes were watching punishment. She was correct!

She was lying face down on a padded table, still wearing her sexy college uniform but tightly blindfolded so that only the occasional chink of light managed to penetrate the blackness of the cloth. Her skirt had been lifted up onto her back and her panties removed, so that her naked bum was exposed to the cool air. A screen with a semi-circular cut out was positioned over her body, half way down, effectively dividing her into two. It was like she was gonna be sawn in half by a magician. Tall portable screens had also been placed all around her, creating a makeshift booth.

Her ankles were tied to the table legs and were loosely, but securely attached. This allowed just a bit of play and movement, which she was taking benefit of as she twisted in response to each slap. The hard leather of tight ankle straps did not move, even as she twisted against the ropes they were attached to. They would hold her to this table, no matter how much she tried to escape.

Her arms were also securely bound. Hard leather straps were tightly fastened to her wrists and the ropes held her arms one to each corner. They were pulled tight, not allowing the movement that her lower body had. Her crisp white shirt had been unbuttoned so that her pert tits were pressed into the padded top of the table. Just to add to her pain and humiliation, nipple clamps had been tightly applied.

During a short break in the assault on her bum she could hear a man. At least she assumed it was a man. Her mind wandered and she guessed it could also be a woman who was enjoying her domination and submission. The strength of the hand that had been doing the spanking made her pretty confident it was indeed a guy. The girls had been informed that their sponsors would be attending to witness their punishments, so Taylor assumed that her punisher must be her husband Robert, who was now getting revenge for her misdemeanours.

This time the sound was louder and the pain even more intense. It was no longer a hand, but some kind of a spanking implement. It was smooth – WHACK – wider than the hand – WHACK- and hurt like hell…

She twisted, just reacting to the punishment. Was it a whip? Taylor became aware of people breathing in the booth in front of her. Breathing, and now slaps. Hands slapping on her burning bum, not brutally but incessantly. More paddle-like spankings. Over and over, the whip striping her upper ass, her thighs, and alternating with the paddles on the curve of her sexy bum cheeks.

She moaned softly with each blow. Her mouth was deliberately not gagged so they could hear the screams, the moans, the groans and the pleas. Taylor did not disappoint them. With each moan, each yelp she could hear heavier breathing and more feelings of excitement in her booth.

She became aware that someone was whispering a count. With each count, slaps and smacks rained down. She knew that the counting meant an end. But when? Then the caning started. The noise the swishing made was immediately followed by a searing pain as the savage instrument bit into her bum. She screamed out at the pain and this gave way to uncontrollable sobbing. Several further strokes were delivered, one just below the previous one to leave her bum with a neat row of red weal’s. She was becoming distraught with pain but had no choice but accept it.

Suddenly the caning stopped. Now hands were caressing her burning arse. Most were gently gliding over the hot areas. She was sure her bum cheeks must be bright red. Fingers touched and caressed them, although she could not feel much through the pain. She then could feel the press of a hard cock rubbing against her bum, searching for a hole to enter, but that was against the rules. The owner of the cock was pulled away by others.

Cooling lotion was drizzled over her glowing bum cheeks Soft, hands gently rubbed the soothing cream all over her cheeks, it was bliss! Slowly her consciousness of the situation returned, and Taylor became aware of a thinning of the small crowd of spankers. They gradually drifted off, satisfied that she had been duly punished and left in a state of total submission. She could still sense that as people left her booth, there were still on-lookers, perhaps waiting to take their places. She became aware of sounds on either side of her. Muffled moans. The unseen figures that had bound her and spanked her had moved on, and were doing the same to other girls’ tits, other girls’ pussies, other girl’s mouths.

She was aware of other people passing in front of her, moving, slowly, their breathing hot and heavy. But not a word, was uttered by anyone. Her mind was going crazy with mental pictures. Were they men, or women? What they would do with her sexy tits? The images were both frightening and erotic. It was undeniable that she was displayed for the sexual pleasure of the observers but was she sexy enough to make them lust after her? Were they excited at her helplessness? Did her more-than-ample upper half cause them to have hard-ons? Were there any women, and did they wish they were tied up in her place?

Suddenly the people movement in front of her stopped. She could hear breathing. Without warning, her nipple clamps were yanked off. The blood immediately rushed back into her teats and the pain was intense causing Taylor to scream out loud. She wanted to rub them, but she couldn’t. When the pain subsided Taylor became aware, that there were other sounds along the line of the booths. Swishing sounds, slapping sounds, other moans and screams. She realised that her classmates were in the same condition of display and subjugation that she was in. She assumed that their tits were also on display, wares for the browsing. Some were being slapped and some seemed to be having something whipped against their soft flesh.

Hands now reached out to grasp her newly-freed boobs. One tit was squeezed, hard. The other was caressed, but as the soft touches moved from her chest wall up the swell of boob-flesh, over its natural curve, the fingers now found the raw and burning skin of her nipples. She gasped at the touch, which seemed to only encourage these fingers. Her swollen nipples remained rock-hard, and the fingers first gently touched the aching tip. Again, involuntarily, she gasped at the pain of even this slight touch. Which immediately brought the thumb and forefinger to bear in a firm pinch around this nipple. She screamed. The large hand squeezing her other tit tightened even more, sinking fingers into the soft flesh of her mound. And the pinching fingers did not stop. Instead, she could feel her whole breast being lifted by the pinch around the hardened nipple. The crowd was beginning to thin. As when she had been spanked, once the sexual tension had peaked, it seemed that the people involved had moved away to other girls. She became aware of the release as her tits were allowed to return to their rest on the table.

She then felt the bottom half of the table dropping away. It pivoted from her waist and her legs gradually lowered until her feet reached the floor. She was now standing with her ankles still secured to the table but bent forwards with her upper torso laying on the padded table. Her hands were still tied and the blindfold remained in place. Her bum felt hot and throbbing and more exposed than ever as it was now sticking out invitingly.

She sensed that the person behind her had moved in very close after her legs were lowered. It then became clear that it was definitely a man. A hot and throbbing cock was pushed tight up against her bum cheeks. She could feel its hardness, its heat, the pulse of his arousal. His hip and groin pushed up against her sexy bum that was still warm from its spanking. He rubbed his hot shaft up and down her crease, teasing her, making her want it inside her.

Taylor imagined the large and growing swell of his dick, she could feel its length and she could feel its thickness, promising delights to come. She could feel it swell ever larger as her bum bounced against his muscled thighs and the heat of his cock.

Her fantasy image was contributing to the growing tightness spreading through her pussy. The pain of the spanking she had received, the agony of the nipple clamps digging into her tender nipples was receding, being replaced by the residual glow of warmth that now added to her sexual excitement. As each pain subsided into warmth, her pussy juices began to create and flow. She could feel her sticky moisture coating the inside of her love hole. She was also completely aware of the growing build-up of desire deep inside her. Her juices began to trickle down the inside of her thighs and onto her stocking tops.

Was he gonna fuck her pussy or shove his rock- hard cock into her puckered bum hole? She wished he would just get on with it! Just then fingers snaked between her pussy lips. Was this her husband? She wondered it was, wondered this man was the one that claimed her body every day, but with no sight and few sounds, how could she be sure?

The hand began to probe her pussy lips between her spread legs. Firm, large fingers- how they were exciting her by their touch! Her juices had already moistened her lips as he spread them to expose her engorged clit, raising her excitement even higher. The fingers pushed her pussy lips against her clit, rubbing, then, teasing. Now the skilful fingers rubbed the length of her clit, one on each side. Now back to knead the swollen lips, back to her clit, until it felt like she would explode.

Two fingers then plunged into her pussy, probing deep. She could feel her orgasm began to create. Then the hand found her g-spot, rubbed firmly and caressed her clit. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she shuddered and came. Over and over again her entire body pulsed involuntarily. She could feel her sore nipples throbbing, hardened even more by simply experiencing the orgasm.

Slowly, as the fingers slowed down to match the receding waves of her orgasm, sounds of heavy breathing and clothing being re-arranged reminded her that this earth-shaking orgasm had probably been witnessed by others. She could then feel soft hands running along her stocking clad legs from her ankles to her suspenders. They stroked and kneading gently, running up to and teasing her pussy mound, then down her long slender legs, sending shivers of tingling straight to her pussy.

Without any warning, a hand slapped against her bum, setting it off wobbling slightly. It didn’t slap too hard, but it rapidly repeated the spanks, and a warm glow spread across both her cheeks as he rhythmically worked them over. Someone then squeezed and pinched it sharply. Slap-pinch-pinch-slap. All of a sudden, it seemed that her bum was a playground, and she could hear someone close by, breathing heavily. The bum slaps and pinches continued until she felt a white-hot jet of spunk splatter on her bum. Then another spurt. Then the cock rubbed against her stocking tops, using them to wipe the off dribbles. Someone had just wanked off and spunked all over her helpless exposed bum. But who was it?

In front of her, another man’s breathing accelerated and a large hand guided her head to one side. A hard cock, already leaking pre-cum, was pushed into her waiting, open mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked it greedily as its owner held her head and thrusted in and out of her receptive mouth. After a few minutes the man’s breathing got more urgent and the cock erupted, sending jets of hot cum across her tongue and down her throat. Some splattered on her cheeks and chin and it dripped down onto the padded table.

But it wasn’t finished yet! Now, she could feel the unmistakable shape of a cock, probing at the entrance to her wet pussy. She could not feel a male body pressing against her thighs though. Oh, wait it must be a dildo! At the same time as she had figured this out, the silicone implement probed further. It was well lubricated by the finger-fucking she had received, and her reactions to the cock she had just sucked off. Her legs were spread aside and there was no stopping this silicone cock. She felt its wide head spread her pussy lips as it entered her hot pussy. It stretched her, uncomfortably but not painfully, as it was pushed slowly inward. It was not huge, but a reasonable size.

With a single push, the dildo was slid fully into the depths of her pussy. She bucked and moaned as the variation from pleasure to pain was being explored. The dildo stretched her and filled her completely. The hands she could not see began to piston it in and out. The rhythm was so perfect, she realized that it must be an electrically powered fucking machine. The people present could turn it on and leave her in this position for as long as they wanted and there was nothing she could do about it except take the hard fucking. She heard some people moving around behind her, and the clink of ice as they enjoyed drinks. She wished she could have one to wash the taste of cum out of her mouth and cool her cock-ravaged throat.

Unfortunately, this was not to be the finale for the day. Just as her attention was concentrating on the pleasurable battering the dildo was giving her, she felt a finger collect some of her pussy juice and spread it back towards her asshole. Wait, what was going on? Someone, perhaps her husband, had been busy lubricating his dick while her attention was distracted by the robot-dildo still fucking her pussy. This was the only wondered she could concentrate on. The head of a rigid dick, which of course could probably be any one of many in the room, pressed firmly against her tight bum-hole. Pain, sharp and in spasms, raced through her ass. The dick was relentless and did not stop. It continued to be pulsed deeper and deeper until was buried as far as it would go in her arse.

Sweat broke out all over her body. Pain, with the beginnings of pleasure mixed in, rocketed through her bum. Her pussy, already filled to stretched capacity with the dildo, was now being rubbed from within by the cock up her ass. Of course, that dick was now thrusting in and out, needing urgent relief from the mounting sexual tension. There was no it stopping now. It was gonna fuck her tight little ass until he exploded. At the same time, the dildo continued to move in opposite rhythm to the real cock, stimulating places in her body that she didn’t know existed. Always in front of her, other men were enjoying her tits and mouth in every way they could think of.

This couldn’t last for much longer. Taylor screamed out with pain and pleasure as the dick pushed in again and then she could feel the white-hot jets of cum exploding from the cock, shooting up her arse in wave after wave of pleasure. Breathless and heaving, the man collapsed on her back. She couldn’t move, not from his body weight, but from sheer exhaustion. After she recovered her breath and thoughts, someone removed the blindfold which had covered her eyes for so long. The dildo had been withdrawn at some point, and the fucking machine was back in its place in the corner, waiting until… next time. The restraint straps on her wrists and ankles were released and she could see that the booth was empty, except for her husband. He looked dishevelled and out of breath but happy.

He took her by the hand and drew her upright giving her a reassuring kiss on the lips. Nothing was said. Taylor made herself look as respectable as a girl can, dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, and was escorted to his car in the chilly afternoon air. She sat down on a towel that was already in place on her seat, and he closed the car door as if he was closing this chapter of her life.

For all the girls, it was time to go home now. Punishments had been fully served.

Mr Andrews and the other staff members had obviously ‘assisted’ with the punishments of all the girls. Most had ‘helped themselves’ to the receptive mouths and other body parts available. The perks of Teaching at Trinity Academy were pretty good!

And so, another ‘term’ at Trinity Academy for Young Ladies drew to a close. Four errant wives and girlfriends had been taken down a peg or two and a whole set of new sexual horizons had been opened up to those that wished to exploit them!

Monday would be the first day of another new term!

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