Minster Academy Ch. 01
Night was settling over southern England, shrouding the buildings and grounds of the Minster Academy for Orphaned and Underprivileged Women in darkness. There was a chill in the spring air, and it was heavy with dampness. Inside the quiet dormitory another day was drawing to a close.
Opposite the north end of the dormitory, across a small grassy courtyard, was Headmaster Winston's office and living quarters. As he sat at his desk he glanced out his window at a large, shuttered dormitory window. He silently wondered if any of the girls had misbehaved. It had been nearly a month since the last punishment had been dispensed.
Winston turned his attention to a blank piece of paper resting before him. After uncapping a small ink reservoir, he picked up a quill and dipped it into the black liquid.
Dear Sir,
Thank you for your interest in becoming a sponsoring member of Minster Academy. Our mission is to assist female orphans and the underprivileged who, at the age of eighteen, are released from orphanages or other institutions and turned onto the streets. Many, having no means of support, frequently end up in brothels, or worse. With the support of men like you we are able to provide food and shelter for these ignorant young women while finishing their education. Many times they enter into marriages with our sponsors, which have proven to be mutually beneficial.
We offer open houses each fortnight, and would greatly appreciate your attendance. This would provide an opportunity for you to observe our work first-hand and to meet the beautiful young women whom would benefit from your financial aid.
Winston fished a pocket watch from his vest and looked at the time. Beth would be sending a pupil to him shortly, as he'd earlier requested. Although their purity remained intact, there were other ways to enjoy them. It was a practice that was reluctantly accepted by the women, for without Minster Academy and its sponsors they'd have little chance at a real life.
He placed the quill down and capped the ink. After carefully folding the letter, he placed it in an envelope and left it for the next morning. With his official duties satisfied for the day his thoughts turned to more pleasant things... Like the shuttered window across the way, through which he'd observed many punishments over the last ten years he'd served as headmaster.
A soft, hesitant tapping interrupted his thoughts. His lips widened into a smile, for he knew what purpose the knocking served.
He turned his chair toward the door, his back to the desk. "Come in."
The hinges squealed as the heavy door opened. A small, unmoving figure appeared. She was cloaked in shadows making it difficult for him to see her.
"Don't be frightened, step forward," he instructed in a calm, reassuring tone.
As the pupil hesitantly approached more of her was illuminated by the light of an oil lamp. She had a lovely face, with high cheekbones and cheeks reddened by the chill air. Her eyes were green and sparkled as they caught the light. Long golden hair spilled down over her shoulders. The rest of her body was covered in the issued white ankle-length nightdress. It was loose-fitting for comfort and offered little clue as to what curves waited beneath.
"There's... There's to be..." the scared young woman began in a nervous, broken voice which quickly tapered off.
He reached his arms out and drew her onto his left thigh as if her father. She sat and stared at the floor. Winston placed a finger against her chin and tilted her face upward, their eyes meeting in a silent gaze. She didn't look familiar, although undoubtedly they'd met. The headmaster greeted each and every one upon their initial acceptance into the academy.
His lips smiled as he cherished the ravishing prize in his possession. He could sense the fear in her tensed body and fed on it. The power he wielded over the women filled him with an exhilarating rush of excitement.
"What is your name?"
"Gwynne."
"Gwynne, has Matron Adams given you a message to share with me?" he asked.
Her eyes averted as she tentatively nodded. "There's to be a punishment this evening, sir."
Winston made no effort to hide his giddy happiness upon hearing the welcome news as he openly grinned. That, and the gorgeous pupil's timely arrival, combined for a decidedly promising evening of physical pleasure.
"You have indeed delivered good news," Winston admitted. "Allow me to taste the lips which spoke the words."
Although it went against the strict rules, the pupils talked at length about the headmaster and what sexual events took place behind closed doors. They likened him to a human monster of sorts, one that could neither be slain nor averted. Quiet whispers shared during chores, meal times, and at night spoke of his unquenchable thirst for the female pupils. They were exaggerations, of course, but left many quivering with fear.
"I don't want to, sir," Gwynne bravely refused him.
Winston knew of the rumors. Matron Adams revealed the ones she'd overheard, and punished those who spread them. Apparently they were still being shared, but those guilty of speaking them had become cleverer in the manner of exchange. Perhaps that would change tonight with the punishment. Knowing Beth, it would be as severe as it was erotic.
"What frightens you more, Gwynne? The act itself, or the possibility it might stir your passion?"
Her eyes narrowed in confusion. "I don't understand the question, sir, so I am not able to answer."
He cupped her face with both hands and gently guided her mouth toward his. "Then let your body answer for you."
Gwynne knew it was unwise to resist. Among the rumors was a cautionary story of a pupil who did, was turned away from the academy, and worked at a brothel until being found dead in a dark alley, brutally beaten. Whether or not it actually happened was questionable, but the possibility of such a violent end to a young life on the streets of any city was frighteningly plausible.
But she was frightened and at the last possible moment turned her head, instead offering a cheek. She knew it would anger the headmaster and her eyes closed, too scared to face the monster. A cry escaped her lips when his hand sharply slapped her right cheek, roughly jarring her. Tears formed in her eyes and began rolling down her face.
"What thoughts were racing through your mind as you left the dormitory and walked to my chamber door?" he questioned.
The pupil jumper as Winston reached a hand up and grasped her right breast. He felt for the nipple through the nightdress and, upon locating the nub, grasped it between two fingers in preparation for responding if he sensed her words were untruthful.
This was a new wrinkle; Gwynne had heard no rumors of such questioning. The kissing and touching she'd heard of at great length, but why the interrogation? And of her inner-most personal thoughts; he had no right to make any such inquiries!
Sensing her hesitation the headmaster wickedly smiled as he pinched and twisted. The pupil gasped and flinched from the sudden jolt of stinging pain. He only hurt for a second, just enough to caution her about continuing to refuse his requests.
"What were you thinking and feeling when Matron Adams told you to visit me?" he impatiently repeated. "Do tell, Gwynne. Look into my eyes and confess your thoughts."
She wiped her tears away before turning her head and facing him. Meeting his gaze chilled her blood and sent a shiver of fear through her trembling body.
"I wanted to run so very far away to a place where a monster like you could not touch me," Gwynne admitted in a determined voice that demonstrated the depth of her contempt for his authority. "I detest the way we women are treated, living in constant fear of being sexually preyed upon by you and the others!"
Winston smirked. "You don't know how lucky you all are. Or maybe you do, for despite your obvious hatred and defiance you didn't turn and run, did you? What was it like as each step drew you nearer to my door?"
When she wasn't quick to answer he pinched and twisted on the hard nipple, eliciting a sharp cry from her. He grinned as he saw the sharp pain written on her sweet face in a wince. This time he kept twisting until she found her voice and told him what he wanted to hear.
"I was frightened and trembling as never before," she frantically whispered while staring into his cold eyes, anxious to end her misery. "Because I knew the things you would do to my body once I arrived and it sickened my stomach."
"Yes, that's right," he confirmed her worst suspicions with an evil chuckle. "Kiss my lips unless it's pain you'd prefer."
Gwynne defiantly turned her head away. Winston raised his other hand and found the second nipple. His pupil swallowed hard in fear and her young, supple form visibly shook with nervous apprehension. The headmaster wondered what confusing thoughts were racing through her brain at that very moment.
Deciding Gwynne was not going to obey the demand his fingers pinched and twisted both nipples hard. Her eyes narrowed and lips widened as sharp stinging assaulted her body. The tears returned and ran down both cheeks, dripping from her jaw line and onto the floor. Satisfied, he let up on the sore peaks.
"Please, sir, don't make me," she pleaded in a vain attempt to convince him to stop.
He snickered. "I'm not making you do anything at all, Gwynne. And to say otherwise would be untruthful. The door is but a few steps away and I would do nothing to stop your retreat. But your stay at the academy would quickly draw to a close, and the streets are such a harsh place to live."
"I want to stay, sir, more than you could ever know," the pupil assured him. "But I don't want to do the things you require of me on this night."
"We all pay a price for being here, even I," he enlightened his cowering pupil. "I'm not the monster you think I am. What shall it be, Gwynne?"
She nervously wiped the tears away and braced herself for the act she was being forced to commit. Gwynne reluctantly faced him and her eyes fixed on the horrifying sight of his thin pink lips before hesitantly leaning forward and complying with his earlier command.
Winston savored the sweet-tasting, velvet-smooth lips of the young pupil. He breathed in the luscious scent of Gwynne's hair and skin while basking in her radiating warmth. She registered no surprise when the tip of his tongue traced along the seam of her lips as they kissed; the other girls had already described the details of their encounters with the headmaster and she knew what to expect.
Gwynne had already anticipated the feelings of hatred and disgust to surface as he took advantage of her vulnerability. Her stomach knotted even tighter as his lips kissed her mouth. The headmaster's arms moved around her shoulders, pulling her more tightly against him. A part of her mind screamed for her to turn and run, but her feet remained frozen in place.
In her mind the monster that held her in his clutches was a dragon, for his breaths had grown heavy and the hot, humid air escaping his lungs encapsulated her face. Gwynne fought back tears of shame and humiliation as she trembled in his arms, nipples hard and sore from the earlier abuse.
She was shamefully surprised when her body began responding to the despicable headmaster. Her pulse and breathing quickened; both nipples started to throb. There was an undeniable tingling heat deep in her supple young loins; before long wetness began forming between her quivering thighs.
After her lips reluctantly separated she felt his thick, wet tongue pushing into her warm mouth. The headmaster prodded her lifeless tongue as he tried to inspire her participation. Initially Gwynne remained defiant and lifeless, but slowly she returned the kiss. He devoured her mouth with a deep embrace, gently stoking her growing arousal.
As Winston enjoyed Gwynne's sweet lips and mouth, Beth was busy in the dormitory across the courtyard preparing a disruptive pupil for disciplinary punishment. It was administered but once; any additional violations resulted in immediate expulsion from the academy pending Headmaster Winston's review and approval. Beth still maintained her suspicions as to how, on different occasions over the years, three wayward pupils managed to convince him to allow them to stay.
After unlocking the door Beth escorted the frightened pupil into the dark room. As the young woman silently stood, body visibly trembling, the light from an oil lamp chased back the oppressive darkness. Beth then lit a second one, placing them in holders on either side of the lone, large shuttered window. She adjusted each lamp until their bright glow thoroughly illuminated the punishment area for Winston's viewing pleasure.
A loud gasp sounded as the pupil's gaze looked upon what awaited. Her dark eyes widened as she observed two floor-to-ceiling beams set approximately two meters apart. Shackles affixed to chains dangled from the top, as a second set rested on the floor near their base. She next glanced around and noticed several blood-chilling devices dangling along the wall from hooks, including a frighteningly thick leather strap.
Beth saw the look of horror on the pupil's grimacing face and grinned with demented satisfaction. The young woman looked quite lovely with long dark hair, warm green eyes, and a slender frame.
"Your loose lips have brought you here, Amanda. Next time obey our rules, or you'll not be as lucky. This is far better than being expelled; you can trust me on that."
Beth moved behind Amanda and guided her into position between the vertical beams in front of the window. She next unlocked and pulled the window panes in before unlatching and pushing the shutters out against the side of the building with a loud banging sound. Beth could see Winston a short distance away enjoying the company of the pupil she had selected for the evening; clearly he approved.
After stepping behind Amanda, the matron grasped the plain, ankle-length white nightdress at waist level. The pupil shook and softly cried as Beth began pulling it up, revealing more and more of her body.
First her calves were exposed, the knees, and then her shapely, slender thighs. Through half-closed eyes Amanda watched the headmaster kissing one of the other pupils. Then he seemed to realize the punishment was starting and turned his chair to observe the event. As Beth removed Amanda's nightdress the headmaster began doing the same to his companion. Both pupils appeared equally frightened and briefly exchanged a compassionate glance.
For Winston, even the companionship of a beautiful young pupil was no guarantee of arousal. Sexual excitement often eluded him with the probability increasing with age. But on this occasion, as he actively disrobed one and watched as Beth did the same to the other, his lifeless manhood began stirring. He could feel tingling in his balls and a tightening inside the confines of his trousers as his sexual appetite was piqued.
Gwynne was standing between his open legs appearing quite scared as he inched the nightdress up her shapely body. His eyes admired each portion as it was exposed, from slender legs to the tuft of golden curls cloaking her virtue; curved hips and flat belly, and then her firm, succulent creamy breasts tipped with light pink nipples. She was a beauty to behold and completely captivated the headmaster.
"I'm cold," she whispered in complaint.
He predicted, "You'll warm to my touch."
As his eyes drank in her physical beauty Winston's gently caressing fingers savored the silky softness of her smooth skin. He traced along the finely etched cheekbones and down her neck to where the carotid arteries visibly pulsed in nervous excitement. His lips trailed behind his exploring fingers, awakening the woman lurking inside. Gwynne's breathing deepened as she stifled the moans that wanted to be released.
When Winston's digits teased the curvature of her firm breasts the pupil gasped out loud in fear. "Please don't do this, sir. I'm terribly frightened!"
Her already-hard nipples suddenly surged with pulsating life, reaching out in search of stimulation. His fingers caressed around the needy tips as he relished the warmth of both swells. By the time he lovingly grasped the pulsating diamond-hard nubs, the scent of her aroused virtue was already wafting upward, betraying her true excitement.
He leaned down and drew a nipple between his lips. For Gwynne all was lost. The pleasure she'd been trying desperately to suppress was at last acknowledged. Her quivering flesh surrendered to its predetermined fate.
In the punishment chamber of the dormitory Beth closed the heavy iron shackles around Amanda's wrists and ankles before pushing the locking pins into place. Afterwards she operated hand levers which removed the slack in the chains.
Each metallic clicking sound magnified the building fear in Amanda's heart. She'd never been so scared in all her life, which was precisely the point of the exercise. The punishment was more mental than physical, and Beth knew how to maximize its effect.
"Please, don't..."
"Silence!"
Beth shifted her attention to the devices hanging from the wall. Several appeared quite horrific and were there to intimidate innocent minds. She looked through them slowly, allowing Amanda time to helplessly stand, nude, four feet away from the oversized open window. The cool air spilling in soon robbed the warmth from the pupil's body, which began visibly shivering as much with fear as from the cold.
There were only two items Beth ever employed; a leather strap for the actual discipline, and nipple clamps to intimidate. As usual she started with the star-shaped black metal nipple clamps with a small ring at its center. At each peak of the star was a long thumb-screw which extended through the center ring, the end sharpened to a tip. Initially Amanda was perplexed but as Beth centered and pushed the star down against a breast with the nipple protruding through the center ring, its function became clear.
Amanda's mind raced as she imagined the worst. She began breathing heavily as droplets of perspiration formed on her chilled skin. With heart pounding her frightened mind conjured up the most horrifying images of torture. Her brow became moistened with salty wetness as a coppery taste formed in her mouth. Her desperation grew intolerable.
"Please, I'll be good..."
"Silence!"
But Amanda's pleas refused to be stifled. "...I promise, I've learned my lesson, I won't ever speak when disallowed by the rules. You can stop this!"
As the frightened pupil rambled, Beth retrieved the gag rarely used. She pushed the smooth wood block, dented by teeth marks, into Amanda's mouth. It pinned her moving tongue to the bottom of her mouth. A hole at its center allowed for the passage of air through which the helpless, muffled moans could still be heard. Then the strap was fastened behind the neck, holding the gag in place. Effectively silenced, Beth returned her attention to the star-shaped nipple-clamp.
Knowing the headmaster liked to watch, Beth moved behind the pupil and reached around her helplessly dangling form. She glanced across the courtyard and watched as Winston guided Gwynne to the floor between his legs before dousing the oil lamp on his desk, immersing the office in darkness.
The device could have been quickly installed, but it was Beth's painstakingly slow application that was so brutally efficient. Wide-eyed with fear, Amanda looked down with a horrified expression on her face. She stared as Beth's fingers turned each screw, pausing in between, watching the sharpened tips ever so slowly closing in toward the helpless swollen pink nipple.
The pupil's shivering intensified and she began perspiring more heavily. The cold air and sweat combined to send powerful chills through her nude form. Amanda twitched when the first of five sharpened screw-tips made contact with the hardened flesh. Her imagination magnified the slight stinging sensation into a body-convulsing wave of pain.
A moment later she felt warm wetness trickling down her left thigh as she unintentionally urinated. Beth noticed and flashed Amanda an evil, mocking grin while observing in obvious delight. Afterwards her attention returned to the star-shaped clamp; she twisted a second tip into the pulsating pink nipple.
Beth couldn't be sure if it was sweat, tears, or a combination of both that trickled down Amanda's reddened cheeks; little did it matter. She continued twisting the screws in turn, watching the pupil's reaction as the third, fourth, and last screws speared slightly into the trapped nub.
The suffering Amanda appeared to have endured left the girl physically and emotionally spent, and Beth was just getting started. While Amanda saw her punisher returning with a second, identical clamp, she could barely hold it together.
Anguished moans sounded as she tried begging for mercy. Unable to vocalize a plea, tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks as she repeatedly shook her head from side to side in an effort to stop the discipline. But when Beth did acknowledge her and only grinned, the pupil knew all hope was lost.
After sliding the center ring of the clamp over Amanda's other nipple, Beth stepped behind her and repeated the torturously slow process. As she did Beth glanced at Winston's dark window, imagining the things he was making Gwynne do to him, and him to her. The images that came to mind proved to be undeniably arousing.
Across the empty courtyard, behind a pane of glass, the headmaster watched, mesmerized, as the second nipple-clamp was applied. He was amazed by Beth's skill at drawing out the punishing task. Each motion was deliberately purposeful; sliding the ring over the tip, and then each grueling twist of the sharpened screw-tips.
He adored the taut muscles of the naked pupil as she was forced to endure what had been so wickedly earned. Her chest heaved with every labored breath, pushing her lovely, full breasts up and down in rhythmic thrusts. Trails of sweat rolled down her creamy skin, glistening in the light of the strategically placed oil lamps.
Although the pupil could not see him he freely observed her with lustful stares, even gazing into those piercing green eyes that transitioned between the turning of the screws and the night sky beyond the open window.
His attention was diverted by Gwynne's actions. He briefly lifted up as she pulled his trousers down, exposing his aroused manhood. He was as large as he'd been years earlier, and was anxious to be satisfied. Perhaps the whispered rumors of these visits were proving helpful, for without being guided Gwynne seemingly knew of his erotic desires.
With the trousers at his ankles she pushed his legs apart and crawled forward between them. Her silky lips and tongue teasingly kissed up his inner thighs, alternating between legs with each caress of her succulent mouth.
He looked back into the dormitory chamber. His erection surged with manly excitement as the gloriously beautiful pupil tensed and leaned her head back just as the tip of a screw bit into the base of a nipple. Her face contorted as her body powerfully shook, muscles tightening and limbs struggling against the unforgiving chains confining the pupil. Her nude body radiated with the sweet agony it was enduring, nearly causing Winston to twitch in discomfort.
When it was apparent that Gwynne had grown scared and was purposely delaying what Winston so eagerly desired, he reached out and grasped the back of her head with both hands while gently pulling forward. She instinctively placed her hands on his knees and resisted what she knew he wanted.
"Please, sir, I cannot!" the frightened pupil declared in a hurried whisper. "I have done all that I can."
"No, you have not," he calmly responded while pulling harder. "Do not fight me over this, Gwynne. As the Headmaster I command you to obey!"
His orders fell on deaf ears. For several moments they engaged in a silent battle of wills that Winston was not entirely sure he would win. But finally good sense entered into her mind and, despite a natural stubbornness, Gwynne relented. Her arms relaxed, allowing his hands to guide her head to his crotch. He sighed and shifted in the chair before placing her soft lips against the wet tip of his swollen cock.
He leaned back and enjoyed her oral efforts to please him sexually. Winston returned his attention to the scene unfolding a short distance away; his body shuddered in delight as tingling pressure filled his aching balls.
Beth tightened the last thumb-screw of the second clamp. Predictably, Amanda tensed and moaned as the mentally perceived jolt of stinging pain shot through her like a bolt of lightning. Beth was still amazed at how effectively fear heightened the human senses to such a point.
She next threaded a leather string through each of the star-shaped clamps. As the ends were tied off both clamps were pulled together, placing painful pressure on both raw peaks.
It appeared as if Amanda had either grown exhausted or accustomed to the punishment, for she offered little visible reaction to the task. Beth was only mildly concerned as she retrieved the wide leather strap used to administer the real punishment. She'd dispense eight lashes; enough to regain the attention of, but without seriously injuring, an errant pupil.
Amanda was discovering that the disciplinary punishment was much, much worse than she could have ever anticipated. A bare-handed or paddle spanking over the knee or the foot of a bed was what she'd envisioned. In reality, it was terrorizing to the core. She silently cursed herself for acting so glib and defying the rules clearly set forth and which she'd sworn to follow before being accepted. Even as she wished for it to stop Amanda knew she was most deserving of the punishment she was receiving.
The pupil sensed more than heard the leather strap as it rushed forward toward Amanda's body. Her muscles instinctively tightened as she braced herself. Immediately after the strap struck home, perfectly centered across her buttocks, her entire body jerked. A loud 'crack' sounded as a wave of stinging pain jolted her with its surprising intensity. Her eyes closed, lids squeezing together while her brow furled. The shock of the first strike unleashed warm tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks.
The impressionable young woman wondered how long Beth would take with the whipping. Amanda's arms and legs were already growing numb, wrists and ankles hurting as the shackles chafed soft skin. She didn't have long to wonder; seconds later the strap bit into her ass cheeks a second time with equal ferocity. Amanda tried screaming, but only a muffled moan sounded.
Winston appreciated the look of misery on the punished pupil's face. Sweat continued seeping from her pores, making her body shiny in the light of the oil lamps. His attention then shifted down. He was less than impressed with Gwynne's sexual performance. Winston thrust his hips upward, forcing more of his swollen cock into her mouth. His pupil's response was less than enthusiastic as she made unconvincing choking noises.
Growing angry, he entwined the fingers of both hands through her thick yellow mane. She groaned as he pulled the hair, making her take him the way he most desired. He guided her head up and down quickly as his hardness filled her mouth and rammed to the back of her throat. His hips made pumping motions in rhythm with her head movements, maximizing his pleasure.
Soon the tingling pressure in his balls began building. After he watched the final strike of leather upon flesh his eyes closed and he mentally focused on the increasing sensations of erotic joy. His cock remained hard this time as her warm, velvet-smooth mouth reluctantly consumed him, drawing the seed from his aching jewels.
Sensing his impending climax and eager for the revolting chore to be finished, Gwynne began putting some real effort into the unpleasant task. Despite the knowledge that her sexual attention would trigger even more of the thick, foul-tasting seed, her mouth tightened around his pulsating cock as she sucked harder. His groans of approval could be heard as he realized she was cooperating at last. His hands released her hair and Winston leaned back, relishing the wondrous event.
"Oh yes... That's a good girl, Gwynne," he whispered as his body twitched in delight several times. "Yes... That's good, just like that... Ohhhh..."
He was impressively large this time, so much so that the pupil had a difficult time handling half his length. And he was completely rigid, as hard as a considerably younger version of himself. Winston was determined to enjoy every moment of this encounter. As the headmaster felt climax building he leaned forward and grasped her supple breasts in his hands, fondling the soft swells and swollen tips one more time.
He shuddered several times as his sensitized tip moved in and out of Gwynne's mouth. She winced, disgusted by the salty taste of his arousal. A mixture of cum and saliva leaked from her pursed lips, smearing his cock with the slick wetness. Her active tongue swirled over the smooth crown, silently willing him to climax.
She ignored the hands caressing her bosom as best she could, but the headmaster was slowly arousing the woman inside. Her loins were all warm and tingly, alive with passion and desire. At that moment her heart ached for a real man to love and appreciate her.
When he suddenly grunted and shuddered, Gwynne sensed he was close. Her thought was just as the eruptions started she'd back her mouth away and finish him with her hands. But shortly before achieving climax his hands released her breasts and cradled the back of her head, preventing such a retreat. Her hatred of him deepened when she realized it was his intention to force her to complete the despicable chore with her mouth.
Moments later he began writhing in his seat, filled with pleasure. He savored the joyous tingling sensations in the final seconds before orgasm. His lips formed into a circle as hushed gasps of delight were emitted. With his eyes tightly shut his hips moved his stiff cock in and out of her mouth rapidly, leaking semen more heavily than before. Then, finally, he erupted in powerful spasms of complete and utter decadent joy.
Despite expecting it, the initial geyser of cum caught her by surprise. It occurred just as the tip of his manhood was nearing her throat. When he ejaculated the strong, thick stream of hot seed, it squirted to the back of her throat.
She instinctively tried drawing back but the headmaster's firm hold prevented Gwynne from recoiling. While grimacing, on the verge of choking, circumstances forced her to swallow much of the cum. It was quickly followed by several more ejaculations, each one considerably weaker than the previous, until his balls were thankfully drained.
Only then did Winston allow her head to back away. There was some light spilling in the window from the dormitory, and it was enough to see the mess he'd created. Cum was smeared over her lips and chin, and was still leaking from the corners of her mouth.
Gwynne looked less than happy with her participation in the sex act, but Winston wasn't concerned. He did a lot for the female outcasts and received little thanks for all he did on their behalf.
"You can go, you have served your purpose," he announced in a disappointed tone.
After slipping on her nightdress the pupil quietly left. He turned his attention to the dormitory window in time to see Beth pulling the shutters closed. Immersed in complete darkness, he sat at the desk and considered his tasks for the next working day.