Salvation Ch. 27 David's Painful Lessons

David Miller is fourteen, and forever getting into trouble with his

teachers at Avondale, but Lady Bennett his sponsor, enjoyed nothing more

than to watch the young Adonis as he struggled to cope with the all the

pain and humiliation of his punishments.

At the sound of the wake up bell, David made his way to the cleansing

room, never minding to put anything on. Morning ablutions at Avondale are

always assisted, and he smiled as a naked Rebecca Allcot eagerly awaited

his arrival.

"Come along David!" she told him, holding an enema nozzle in one hand and

a tube of grease in the other, watching his cock react excitedly to her

nakedness.

"Oh, and what's this?" she asked, noticing the feint darkening of one or

two curls around the base of his cock.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice them," David said, licking his lips as he

readied himself for their removal.

"You know we aren't allowed any hairs," Rebecca reminded him, holding his

cock tightly in one hand, while reaching with the other to pick up a pair

of tweezers, the enema nozzle now momentarily forgotten.

"Can't you just cut them off?" he asked hopefully.

Rebecca shook her head. "No David, they would grow back too soon," she

told him.

Her nails ran along the underside of his swollen cock making him jerk and

gasp and, and as the soaring pleasure swept up through his loins, she

deftly plucked out one of the hairs.

"Please!" David gasped, the pain making him tense.

"Do try to remain still, David," she murmured, smiling and stroking his

cock to renew his stiffness before reaching for yet another hair.

Once again, the pain of the hair being plucked had out caused raging

pleasure within him.

Then she was stroking him again to take the dull after-pain away, keeping

his cock rampant until no hairs remained.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" he asked.

David stroked his tender abdomen before turning to the side, and then

obediently bent over. He prepared himself for what was to follow, and

gripped the edge of the cold enamelled bath and waited.

"And you don't?" she giggled.

Rebecca picked up the large nozzle, and with fresh lubricant on her

fingers, smeared his anus. She couldn't resist feeding a finger into his

bottom, as she watched his cock jerk with his excitement.

"It always feels so funny," he admitted, his breath now quickening as her

finger turned inside him, and then slid out again.

The nozzle now positioned, she pushed it inwards. David gasped; his head

hanging down as he felt the large object slide in, the special ridges

opening his colon even wider. The very feel of it within him made his

cock lurch and he groaned, wishing he could touch it.

"There we go," Rebecca breathed.

She turned the tap on, then slid her hand between his thighs and past his

balls to run her fingers along his cock and grip it, feeling it jerk and

pulse as the water began to fill him up.

"Nice?" she asked.

David nodded, unable to talk as the warm liquid invaded his bottom and

her hand gently squeezed and tugged his cock and balls, keeping him

painfully hard.

"Remember to tell me when you're coming David," Rebecca murmured.

Kneeling down, she expertly fondled his cock and then gently moved the

nozzle up, down and around within him, listening to his little gasps and

sobs while watching the expression on his young face.

"Now, now!" David cried, a wondrous feeling rising within him.

He cried out with delight and felt his cock shooting his seed, urged on

by her warm hand until nothing was left. Only then did she turn off the

tap and let him sit on the porcelain bowl to expel the water.

******

David joined the others for the deportment lesson. Grouped by ability

rather than age, he was in a class with both older and younger pupils all

reacting with the same degree of awkwardness as himself.

It was hard for him to concentrate, as Joanne had just been punished and

now stood in the corner crying, her caning clearly showing across her

lovely bottom and thighs.

David stumbled twice while glancing at her, each time earning him a scowl

from Miss Davenport, the sadistic teacher.

"You're not concentrating," she told him, the cane she carried waving in

his direction, making his mouth grow dry.

"I am sorry, Miss," he mumbled, and tried harder to follow, trying to

concentrate on that and his breathing at the same time, vainly trying to

ignore the softly weeping girl.

"You, you, and you," Miss Davenport called, her finger now pointing

towards two of the girls and David.

"Remove your clothes," she told them. They obeyed, and stood naked

awaiting her next instruction.

"Now!" Miss Davenport called, clapping her hands for their attention.

They began to walk around the room carrying books balanced on their

heads, following the routine they had been taught.

David followed, but their bottoms caught his attention and as they

turned, the sight of their breasts and smooth hairless cunts caused him

to lose concentration, stubble and drop his book.

"Enough!" Miss Davenport called, clapping her hands.

David let his eyes slide down the girl's bodies, marvelling at their

smooth skin before dragging his eyes over to Miss Marshall, who was now

pointing directly at his erect cock with her cane.

"What you need David, is a lesson in self-control," she told him, a smile

on her face that all but betrayed her reasoning.

David licked his lips, feeling light-headed and a little frightened.

"Come along!" Miss Davenport said, leaving the rest of the deportment

lesson to her assistant, taking him straight to the punishment room.

******

Lady Bennett was already waiting in the viewing room, when David was led

into the punishment room.

Geraldine Davenport inhaled the subtle scent, remembering the pupils she

had enjoyed punishing, especially all their screams and desperate pleads

for her to stop.

"Have I punished you before, David?" she asked.

"No Miss," he murmured, licking his lips and watching enthralled as she

started to remove her clothes.

"Well David, I don't tolerate boys who can't control themselves," she

told him, smiling as she saw his cock defiantly erect again, his eyes

open wide in wonder of her lovely naked body.

"Will you ever learn, David?" she asked him sharply.

David licked his lips, his nervousness rising at the thought of Miss

Davenport's punishment lesson. Yet his worry didn't stop him admiring the

naked teacher in front of him, his young mind conjuring up how it might

feel were he ever to touch her. Knowing that Lady Bennett would be

watching David's punishment, she turned her attention to choosing an

implement from the wall.

A wooden rail had been placed parallel to the spy holes and the whole

room was covered in mirrors. The mirrors meant that everything that

happened both in front and behind the pupil could be seen, whether in the

room or through the spy holes.

Choosing a long slender and flexible cane that had been especially

imported from India, she felt its length and exquisite smoothness.

"Stand facing the rail, and watch yourself in the mirror," she told him

sternly. He took up position, his cock below the rail, just a few feet in

front of the spy holes. He stared at his reflection and felt his blood

race as he saw his mistress step up to his side.

Miss Davenport towered over him as she admired his tight bottom, and took

a fresh grip on the cane.

"Now! For your lesson, David," she breathed as she tapped his rampant

cock with her cane. Her arm rose and her wrist expertly flicked the cane

downward.

It landed with a sharp crack across his bottom, and she smiled as David

let out a cry of pain and arched, his cock jerking upwards under the rail

as if caressed.

"Nothing quite like being caned, is there?" she remarked.

"No miss," David admitted.

With a light chuckle Miss Davenport leaned against him, brushing his

shoulder with the hard stub of her dark nipples as she leant forward,

first to caress his bruised bottom, then to run her fingernails along the

underside of his cock.

She chuckled as she brought his cock to aching stiffness again, and then

stepped back to deliver another harsh stroke.

She aimed low this time, creating a line on the full underside of his

bottom, making him rise onto his toes as he cried out and shook with the

pain.

She watched, thrilled with the way his lean young muscles stood out, his

stomach drawn in and his chest thrust out. Crooning with delight, she let

her breasts brush his shoulders again as she felt the rising line of her

latest cut.

The feel of it made her sob with delight, her imagination of what it

would look like adding to the flames of her excitement as her other hand

reached down to squeeze his balls.

"That's a good boy," she told him, tempted to ease a finger or two into

his anus, just to feel how hot and moist it had become.

David sobbed, biting and chewing his lower lip while the agony and the

delight surged over and through him. Her fingers, whether on his bottom

or on his arching cock, drove him to his toes, his muscles tensing with

the sensations she caused in him.

Then she had stepped back and he had managed to catch his breath and

relax his knotted muscles, just in time to hear her tell him to lean

forward again, and present his bottom ready for the next stroke.

The third and fourth strokes were delivered quickly and both landed high,

driving him against the rail. He let out a sobbing scream, and arched in

pain, his cock bouncing up and down whilst he reached back to rub his

burning bottom, only to have his hands smacked away.

"Only two more," she told him softly, grinning as her words made his cock

jerk. "Boy's being taught self-control, get at least six," she crooned,

stepping back to deliver the next.

It crossed the earlier lines, running diagonally down across both his

bottom cheeks and brought a wail from the boy. He danced against the rail

clutching his burning bottom, only this time after smacking his hands

away; she caned both the front and the back of his thighs.

"There, there," Miss Davenport said, her heart pounding as she felt the

welts on his bottom and thighs.

He watched her in the mirror and sighed with his relief as she leant down

to caress his bottom and thighs, then stroked his tender cock.

"There, wasn't that nice?" she crooned.

David was breathless. The way that she ran her nails along his shaft

verged on agony but fell short of it, short enough to call it intense

pleasure.

His bottom and thighs were also in agony, and yet, when she stroked them,

trailing the ridged flesh she'd created, the sensations were like nothing

he had ever felt before. Panting for some air he nodded, every nerve,

every muscle, crying out for release.

"One more! This time a very special one," she murmured excitedly as she

retrieved a thin strap from the wall, reluctantly releasing him so she

could step back and measure her distance.

"Bend over the rail," she breathed. He tried not to whimper as he forced

his shaking body to obey. "Now part your thighs," she ordered.

David looked in the mirror, concentrating on doing as he had been told,

refusing to look towards her as she coiled the thin strap around her

wrist.

Miss Davenport's eyes never left his bottom as a keen escaped his lips as

he waited for the strap to descend, some morbid part of him refusing to

let him close his eyes or look away.

Her expression tensed as she swung the strap between his thighs to land

directly on his balls.

The result made her stagger and clutch at her cunt, her eyes wide as he

jerked, howling his misery and clutched desperately at his balls.

"Please, please Miss, not there!" he pleaded.

"Let me see!" she cried, pushing him harshly back over the rail in her

eagerness to witness the way they swelled.

Still squirming and weeping, David bent over the rail again and was half

conscious of her kneeling behind him, her breath held as she caressed his

balls.

David continued to cry, but her caresses were having their affect on him,

lifting and lengthening his cock and stretching the skin tightly over the

core of hardness.

"You're such a naughty boy, David," she murmured, as she spread her

thighs and let her fingers pull at her cunt while leaning in to kiss and

lick his abused bottom, thighs and genitals.

His young scent intoxicated her, along with the warm flesh under her

tongue. Crooning, she nestled her mouth in between his bottom cheeks and

let her tongue wriggle against his anus before moving up to his cock and

balls.

Hardly able to breathe, she kissed, licked and sucked his anus, using one

hand to masturbate his cock and the other to masturbate her cunt.

David's eyes rolled up into their sockets as pure bliss overtook him, and

with a strangled cry that took all his remaining breath, he shot his seed

all over her the mirror, spurting even more forcefully than he had ever

experienced before.

******

By early afternoon, when the call came for him to go to Miss Ashton's

office, the pain in his bottom had calmed down a little.

However, the pain in his balls from which there had been no escape had

died to a dull ache and, as long as he didn't squeeze his thighs

together, he could ignore it most of the time.

At the door he took a deep breath and knocked, his heart hammering at the

thought of meeting the Headmistress again.

He could still vividly recall the moment at his interview when Miss

Ashton examined him, her caressing fingers causing his inexperienced cock

to erect painfully and his balls to tighten.

Lady Bennett had watched with delight as Miss Ashton slowly caressed his

bottom and thighs and then masturbated him, only stopping at the

conclusion of his interview.

"Come in," a voice said, and he put aside his memories to step in, his

heart in his mouth.

Miss Ashton was sitting at her desk, reviewing his report.

"Ah! Come in and remove your clothes, there's a good boy," she called

out, returning to give Miss Davenport's report a final glance.

He obeyed, and waited wondering nervously if he would have to undergo

some test that might see him expelled if he didn't co-operate. Slowly

rising from her desk, Miss Ashton walked over to stand right in front of

him and then looked him over.

"Turn around," she ordered.

David turned, his heart in his mouth as he leant forward, the better to

show off the welts that criss-crossed his bottom and thighs.

"Miss Davenport really knows how to cane, doesn't she?" Miss Ashton asked

him with a smile.

"Yes Miss," David murmured, gasping as her hand roughly pinched his

bottom and thighs, then began tracing the welts with her fingers.

Despite his nervousness, David felt his cock give a twinge, then rise

painfully from his balls, the foreskin unfolding as he hardened from

within.

"I have just been reading Miss Davenport's report David," she told him,

removing her hand and then turning him around to better admire his

rampant cock, its foreskin now drawn back from the tender crown and

throbbing uncontrollably.

David blushed, his eyes fluttering as he thought of them talking to each

other, his teacher telling her how he had reacted to the things she had

done to him.

His cock jumped at the thought of her tongue licking his bottom, and

jumped again as he remembered her nails running along the taut flesh of

his manhood.

"It says here, that you are often distracted and find it difficult to

concentrate on your lessons," Miss Ashton explained, reading him an

extract from the teacher's report.

"Not concentrating on your lessons is a serious matter, and one that

usually gets a pupil expelled," she told him sternly.

"Oh, please don't expel me!" David cried, tears springing into his eyes

at the thought of having to leave the Academy.

Miss Ashton held up her hand for silence and smiled when he caught his

breath and became silent.

"However, you are obedient, show a willingness to please, and have

accepted the Academy's harsh discipline very well," she admitted.

"But you must continue to develop your abilities in other areas too," she

told him, laughing when David looked perplexed and confused.

"I will, Miss!" he agreed, not quite knowing what he had agreed too.

"Not many boys can take a punishment from Miss Davenport, and still

remain erect," she admitted. "I understand that you came strongly at the

end, did you not?" she asked.

David blushed hotly, as he remembered the powerful stream of seed that he

had shot from his tortured balls.

His cock was giving him away again; standing erect at just the memory of

all the things she had done to him. The cane had hurt him yes, but his

cock had strained for release from the punishment.

"Yes Miss," he admitted.

"You're not going to punish me again, are you?" he asked nervously,

suddenly thinking that was about to happen.

Miss Ashton smiled and shook her head.

"No David! But you will still receive punishments, and they may be more

severe than the other pupils, simply because we know now that you enjoy

them, and you will also be taught how to give pleasure to others," she

explained.

"Pleasure?" he asked, wondering what she meant.

"Yes, and your lessons start now," Miss Ashton told him.

She turned and showed him the mask she had picked up; a black leather

mask shaped to cover the whole head with fastenings up the back, the

front cut with eyeholes and a large gap for the mouth.

The nose shape though, had been extended and it took a moment before he

realised he was looking at the shape of a man's penis, thick black and

ugly, with a large mushroom head and a grizzled shaft, not at all

anything like his own little cock.

"What do you do with that, Miss?" he asked, wondering how a cock on a

mask was going to give any pleasure.

Miss Ashton smiled. She enjoyed initiating the innocent in her games, and

David looked so sweet, the young boy standing naked before her, his

bottom and thighs so beautifully lined with welts.

Going up to him she slid the full facemask over his head and slowly

fastened it, enclosing him in it.

"Can you see?" she asked, peering into the little eyeholes.

"Only just Miss," he told her with difficulty, lifting his hands to try

and adjust it.

Smacking his hands away she smiled. "That is how it should be," she told

him.

"Now, get on your knees and follow me," she instructed.

David obeyed and shuffled round on his knees as his mistress moved back

to the sofa. Once there and still standing, she faced him and smiled then

worked at the small buttons that held her flowing dress together.

All at once, he understood the purpose of the mask and he gasped, his

cock rising with the sight of her nakedness.

Miss Ashton had undone her dress and now watched the kneeling boy as she

lifted a leg to reach into the gusset to undo the buttons. Damp with her

hunger and crushed against her skin, her touch excited her along with the

thought of what was to come.

David was watching, his sight half obscured by the eyeholes, but his

rampant cock told her he could see. She drew her dress up baring her

loins to the boy and smiled, her fingers rubbing her flesh, tingling with

the release of the tight gusset.

"Do you know what to do with the mask, David?" she asked softly, her

fingers parting the folds of her cunt which was now visible, lined with

deep pink, gleaming and tender flesh.

David nodded and the leather penis on his mask swayed up and down.

"You will drive it in, then hold it for four seconds, using your tongue

to probe at anything it can reach, then draw it out slowly before

plunging it back in again," she asked.

"Do you understand, David?" Miss Ashton enquired.

She sat down on the sofa with her bottom over the edge, and leant back

lifting and then opening her legs so her cunt was perfectly placed for

the pleasure she was expecting.

"Yes Miss," David breathed, his breath coming short and fast as his

mistress spread her raised legs and offered up her crimson gash to him.

He shuffled forward and felt his head guided downwards by a hand on the

penis stemming from his mask. It forced his head down, until his vision

was filled with the trim rounded lips of the woman's cunt and the thick

hood that rose from between them.

"Now!" she told him firmly, if a little breathlessly.

David held his breath and pushed his head down and forward, pushing the

penis into her cunt until he felt warm feminine flesh up against his lips

and his eyes crossed in an effort to focus on the flesh in front of him.

He remembered his orders and pushed his tongue out, licking and probing

without initial thought, then gasping hotly as he realised his tongue was

delving within the base of her bottom, licking the clenched knot of her

anus.

"Again!" she cried, reminding him of the four-second requirement.

David jerked and panted, trying to remember all he had to do while also

battling with his excitement. He drove his head forward once again, the

penis on his nose sliding inwards more easily, driving into the moist

clinging flesh in front of him.

He felt again the warm flesh of his mistress's bottom and struck his

tongue out, forcing it between her cheeks to flutter against her anal

ring.

Counting in his head he bathed it in saliva and probed it for entry

before the magical number four erupted in his mind and he drew slowly

away.

Miss Ashton panted, her eyes glazed as the sensations shot inwards,

rippled, sparkled and then flowed. From the impalement to marvellous

stretch, from such an innocent tongue wriggling, to the slow outward pull

of the penis, she was in heaven.

The penis rammed back into her, the boy's face pressing up against her

crotch and she cried out and arched, a little part of her mind fighting

the urge to reach down and hold him to her.

Her cunt gripped the thick truncheon, stretched by it, and was sent into

rippling pleasure by the wriggling tongue at her anus. Shaking and on the

verge of spending, she whimpered as the fullness of her cunt eased with

the slow withdrawal of the penis.

"Stop," she panted.

David's head rose, the long and thick leather penis gleaming with the

thick wetness Hilda had deposited. The scent of her sex surrounded him,

drenched in excitement.

She recovered her breath and turned over, lifting her haunches on her

spread knees and dropping her bust to the back of the sofa, her lower

back dipped to present him with her gleaming pink cunt.

"Again!" she cried avidly, a hand between her open thighs held ready to

guide him into her eager cunt.

David shuffled forward, his eyes filled by the sight of her parted

bottom. Then he plunged the penis inwards, listening for her abrupt cry

of pleasure before angling his head so he could lick at whatever was in

front of his mouth at the time.

The penis angled deep within her, she screamed as David licked at her

clitoris without seeming to care about its tenderness.

Four seconds passed in a fraction, then the penis was slipping from her,

sliding back leaving her tender clitoris coated with his saliva and

throbbing with the aftermath of his tonguing.

She whimpered, trying to prepare herself for the next thrust, and yet it

still caught her unprepared.

On his knees but his back straight, he took a deep breath and pushed his

head downwards, his eyes on her anal ring until he was too close to focus

and he felt his nose buried in his mistress's bottom.

Then he dipped his back and pushed his jaw forward so he could push his

tongue out and swirl it over her genitals that now tasted of her sweet

nectar. Her cries told him how well he was doing, and he would push

harder and lick faster in an effort to hear her cry that much louder.

Until it was more than a cry, but a jerking of her body, first back

against his head, then jumping away, as if needing to escape his avidly

swirling tongue.

Finally, her hand pulled him away and she slumped sideways, panting for

breath while glowing beautifully.

******

Miss Davenport waited patiently for David, but when he didn't arrive she

took out her frustration out on little Wilma who was naked, her wrists

tied to a rope attached to the ceiling by a pulley, and her ankles

attached to brackets placed wide apart in the floor.

Wilma Brown was being punished for insolence, but Miss Davenport knew

that her father was watching and that he enjoyed seeing his daughter

being humiliated and punished, so she was whipping her with a birch rod

that had been soaked in brine.

Also in the room was Susan Wilkins, who watched Wilma's ordeal with

breathless excitement, her thighs now bent outward as she squatted on a

low stool, her muscles flexing as she lifted and then lowered her cunt on

the large wooden dildo that stood slightly angled from its base.

Miss Davenport normally used this stool as an anal punishment, but it was

now proving to be a source of pleasure for Susan who delighted in having

her wanton cunt stretched and pulled by the large unforgiving wooden

dildo.

"Oh where is he!" his teacher demanded, flicking the birch once more

across Wilma's bottom and inhaling through her nose as the little girl

screamed and squirmed, a look of real anguish on her face now.

There was a knock on the punishment room door and little Wilma wept with

relief as David entered, his eyes large and round as he saw the two naked

girls.

Despite the nagging feeling he had about being there to be punished,

himself, the sight of the two naked girls made him excited, and his cock

now stood painfully erect.

"Undress, David!" she told him sternly.

Miss Davenport's excitement started to really show now that David had

arrived, and Susan sank down on the dildo and groaned, her upper body

rocking back and forth as she roughly pinched her nipples.

David's cock jerked uncontrollably, as Miss Davenport led him to the

waiting frame. His wrists were tied to the top, which stretched him

upwards and forward, and a bar across his belly kept him still, his

bottom thrust out for whatever she had in mind.

Finally his ankles were strapped down, more to stop him kicking than to

fully restrain him, and he was ready, a nervous look on his face as he

waited to see what Miss Davenport had in store for him.

"Are you ready, Susan?" Miss Davenport asked.

Susan was panting from her masturbation and sobbing with the pleasure it

had given her.

"Yes, yes," she gasped.

Lifting herself off the dildo and leaving it gleaming with residue, she

approached Wilma and undid her bonds, before pushing the girl over to

where the nervous boy was bound.

Wilma looked timidly at her mistress, her cheeks gleaming with her tears,

and shook while she was looked over.

"Good," Miss Davenport nodded.

The birching had left marks that looked even more exciting close up, and

ridges across her bottom and thighs that begged to be licked.

Susan grinned and pushed Wilma to her knees, smacking her bottom to move

her forward, until she was in front of David, his cock staring her in the

face.

"Suck it!" She demanded, delivering another sharp smack to the girl's

already tender bottom.

Jerking from the smacks, Wilma licked her lips and pushed her face

forward. A hot blush covered her cheeks as she took the cock into her

mouth and began to suck.

David gasped as the feelings entered him, the exquisite sensations

stiffening and lengthening him in her mouth.

Grinning and giggling, Susan tied Wilma's hair to a cross member, to stop

her from moving her head away from David's cock and fasten her hands

behind her back to make sure she didn't escape.

"Good," Miss Davenport grinned.

She watched them for a few moments, and then picked up a strange dildo

that looked more like a string of beads, each connected by a column of

leather. The beads were smaller and closer together at the end, but grew

larger and further apart further along its length.

Hence, when Miss Davenport knelt to push them into David's bottom, she

met with little resistance until the third bead, when she had to use all

her force to get the next into him, by which time he was gasping, his

eyes looking around him wildly.

With a sadistic pleasure Miss Davenport drew the dildo back and forth in

his rectum as it clenched around the three-inch column of leather that

joined it to the next, impossibly large bead.

His reaction was that of others; stretching and gasping, wild eyed as the

sensations made his cock grow even harder.

"Now then," Geraldine grinned.

Picking up two leather straps, she passed one to Susan who grinned and

licked her lips. Placing themselves to either side of David's bottom they

admired the dildo that now protruded from his anus.

Miss Davenport was the first to bring down her strap, using it like a

hammer to bang the dildo harshly into David's bottom.

Whether from the surge of the dildo within him, or the painful strike of

the strap against his bottom, David was flung forward against his bonds,

crying out with the mix of sensations and sobbing as his cock was forced

to the back of Wilma's mouth.

David had just come down from his toes, panting with the strange feelings

still competing for his attention within him, when Susan brought her

strap down hard against the dildo.

David screamed, as once more his cock was driven into Wilma's mouth and

then gasped as he felt her throat working in an effort to expel him and

to breathe again.

Aware of Wilma's difficulty, he pulled back as soon as he could but that

meant his bottom was left vulnerable to the straps, that once again drove

the dildo inwards, bringing a heat to his already sore bottom, again

driving his throbbing cock into the weeping girl's mouth.

"Look! His cock is filling her tiny mouth!" Susan giggled, her body

flushed with excitement, every nerve screaming for release.

"Yes! And well spanked too!" Miss Davenport said; her eyes now alight

with an inner flame as she surveyed the colour the straps had brought to

his handsome bottom.

"One more each, then you can finish me off," she panted, her breath

quickening as she gripped her strap.

Miss Davenport swung her strap once more, closely followed by Susan to

bring a fiery glow to David's bottom.

Each one hammered on the exposed end of the dildo, pushing it inwards and

forcing David to thrust his cock into Wilma's tiny mouth where she

struggled to control herself, willing his cock to slide away so she could

swallow and breathe again.

Susan was already on the floor when David reluctantly drew his cock from

the girl's hot throat leaving just an inch in her mouth for her to

swallow around.

Geraldine squatted on Susan's face and gasped delightedly as the girl

began to use her mouth and teeth on her vulva, pulling, sucking and

chewing on her full-lipped sex.

In front of her, David's bottom beckoned.

Her hips jerked as she felt herself bitten and her breath shortened as

she pulled the tight bottom cheeks apart and gazed avidly at the sunken

end of the dildo.

His puckered anal ring glowed tenderly from its battering and she reached

for the dildo to drag it from him, her pleasure erupting as Susan once

again bit her cunt.

Exploding with painful delight, Miss davenport pressed her mouth to the

boy's anus and let her scream of delight vibrate up his colon.

Eyes wide, David gasped and erupted into Wilma's mouth. Spurt after spurt

left him driven on by the girl's tongue, wriggling avidly as she sucked

on his cock.

Both pain and pleasure competed within him, bringing tears to his eyes as

he watched the females who surrounded him.

Wilma looked up lovingly at him as she continued to work her throat

around his pulsating cock, and Susan worked to please her mistress, who

squatted avidly on her face, her own still pressed to David's bottom

where she fluttered her tongue in his anus.

Collapsing with exhaustion, his cock shrinking with the numbness of over-

use, David felt the mouths leave him and groaned.

Miss Davenport rose and crooned, licking her lips of his remaining anal

flavour, before she came to stand in front of him.

"Think we're done, David?" she teased, roughly slapping his flaccid cock

and bringing it back to life again.

David cried out in pain, and shook with his fatigue.

"You really are a very naughty boy, David! She said with a sly smile.