The price of Education

[cgraven]

Erin looked so adorable suspended, her hands above her, her shapely legs spread wide, her firm young breasts thrust out and up as if in offering to them, and now her bear little pussy blossoming for their pleasure. Duncan Batard had noticed Erin’s blush of pride when he had told her she was a good girl, and now her gorgeous young body arched to Prudence Cronkite’s hungering mouth.



Batard was standing just behind Erin, so close she could feel his body’s heat. “Miss Nicely do you enjoy being tied and spread-eagled for my pleasure……….” With each word the stray whips of hairs at the nape of Erin’s neck danced seductively. “………… Don’t lie to me Miss Nicely or I shall punish you.” He let the question hang between them as he cupped the young teacher’s breasts and rolled her already puckered and peak nipples between his thumb and forefinger.



“Miss Nicely shall we tie you to your bed and fuck that sweet tight little pussy of yours that Mistress Prudence has so nice and juicy.”



Duncan Batard continued to question the bound young teacher. His voice dark, sensual, and seductive as it wrapped around Erin’s senses. A voice that was felt, as much as heard. He wanted to see just how submissive this ravishing young beauty really was, and just how far she would go to please him. He wondered could she even admit that she liked what was being done to her?



“Well Miss Nicely shall we tie you to your bed so I can fuck you and you can please Mistress Prudence as she has pleased and excited you?”



Prudence Cronkite had brought Erin to the edge of that abyss that promised such dark pleasure, only to deny the young redheaded teacher. “Duncan she is so sweet, fresh, and delicious!” Prudence cooed “I am looking forward to see if she is a good and pleasing young lady…………….”



“I am sure Miss Nicely is Prudence.” Duncan Batard smiled as he continued to tease Erin’s taunt and puckered nipples. “See how responsive her gorgeous young body is Prudence, how puffy her dusky pink areolas are, crowned by her sweet pale pink rosebud nipples.” The lecherous pair continued to discuss Erin’s stunning young body as they teased and aroused the bound young teacher.



“Well Miss Nicely?”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin was surprised at Mr. Batard's questions. Surprised and shocked. Surprised at his perception and shocked at the truth they revealed.

She would have been okay with the questions except for that instruction and threat, Don’t lie to me Miss Nicely or I shall punish you. But how would he know? How would he punish her? And could a punishment be any worse than what he had already done to her?

She considered his questions as her sodden needy pussy cooled and as he teased her aching nipples, as she listened to their conversation about her tits, her pussy, about fucking her, about how she looked when naked and giving three blowjobs, how she looked with cum on her face. Did she enjoy being tied? Spread out for their pleasure? Did she want to be tied to her bed and fucked? Did she want to try and pleasure Miss Cronkite?

She needed her orgasm. Miss Cronkite had brought her so far and then stopped, while Mr. Batard kept up his assault on her nipples and tits. It was too much for her, and try as she might to override her body's needs with the strength of her mind, those needs were crying out to her, shouting, demanding.

"Please," she muttered, then again more urgently, "Please!"

It wasn't clear what she was asking for. Did Erin even know, herself?

 

[cgraven]

"Please," Erin softly muttered, then the young redheaded teacher again gasped more urgently, "Please!" Batard wondered for a moment, was this gorgeous young creature begging that he stop her torment or was she begging for more? Yet one look into Erin’s smoldering eyes laid her young soul bared to him.



“Miss Nicely you look so adorable suspended and displayed in all your youthful, naked glory…………I am sure you won’t mind me taking a few souvenir photos.” Erin’s was bathed in the flash of the camera as Batard took photos of her as Prudence Cronkite continued her sexual assault of Erin’s sweet tight little pussy. The women’s back was to the camera, as she slowly rose from her knees and stepped clear so Duncan Batard could take a photo of Erin’s full frontal nudity and her sopping pussy.



“Shall we retire to your bedroom Miss Nicely where we can enjoy ourselves in more comfort?” The back of his hand caressed the young teacher’s cheek, his lips brushed Erin’s almost tenderly. A nodded to Miss Cronkite and Prudence untied the rope that held Erin bound. She was slowly lowered the young teacher to the ground and into Batard’s arms, then Prudence unbound Erin’s ankles.



Erin was nestled in Batard’s arms her tussled redhead against his chest as he carried the young teacher to her own bed. “Mistress Prudence the ropes!” Then he gazed down at Erin a smile bowed his lips as he laid her in her own bed. “Stretch your arms out to either side above your head Miss Nicely and spread your legs wide so we may bind you, like a good girl.” His voice once more wrapped around the girl, his eyes held Erin’s captive as Prudence bound Erin’s hands and wrests to the headboard, and her trim little ankles to the footboard of the bed. Prudence placed two pillows under the small of Erin’s back, tilting her hips and sweet young pussy up.



“Miss Nicely your gorgeous.” As he spoke Batard took another photo of the bound young teacher. Still holding her gaze Batard slowly almost sensually removed his clothing. Slowly he crawled on to Erin’s bed, his hands were once more around her waist, and she could feel the tip of his cock brush her coral pink folds.



Yet Duncan Batard was not the only one that had disrobed. It was true that Miss Cronkite was no longer a young girl, but she had a stunning body despite her age. Prudence now straddled Erin’s shoulders her own needy pussy hovering over the young redhead's sweet full ripe lips. “It is time you please me young lady as I have pleased you.” The scent of Prudence’s arousal filled Erin’s nostrils.



Batard knew that this gorgeous young teacher had fucked him more than willingly, despite what she might tell herself, on his first visit to her cottage. But would she also surrender to Prudence, could she, would her submissive nature go that far to encompass women as well as men, what a delightful thought. Duncan Batard pondered, as he thrust into Erin.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Aaah!" Erin exclaimed, a combination of complaint, surprise, and relief.

She didn't want to be their sex toy, their plaything, their photographic porn model. She didn't! And yet. Miss Cronkite had been amazing between her legs. Erin had no idea a mouth could feel so good down there. And it was true that one favour deserved another. It wasn't as if Erin was doing all the giving, here.

But to be fucked. Again. Just when she was aroused to the point of not being able to bear the denial of release. Oh! So help her, Erin had raised her hips a fraction and tilted them to make penetration easier, to welcome it, to embrace it, to demand it. And she had offered no resistance, not even a token, when they had bound her hand and foot to the bed. Her own bed. She told herself it was because she had no choice, that she was under duress, that the existence of so many incriminating photos made resistance futile.

And yet.

Despite being restrained, Erin fucked Mr. Batard back. And opened her mouth to sample the erotic pleasure of another woman's pussy. Her first, and hopefully not her last. Not her last? Hopefully? What was she saying to herself? Erin knew that they were playing with her mind, using her body and its needs against her. But she had no choice. It wasn't her fault. They were making her. Just like they made her suck three cocks. Just like Mr. Batard made her fuck him. Suck him. Just like she was being made to fuck right there and then, and try her first foray into the delights of cunnilingus. Just like they made her wear a collar and leash.

It wasn't her fault. They made her. Ordered her.

Erin fucked and licked and sucked, letting her orgasm build, her needs fuelled, winding her higher and higher, abandoned to her lusts and to desires she never knew she had. She tugged on the wrist and ankle bindings, needing the tug, the pull, the resistance to take her higher.

Oh my, she was so close. The orgasm was rushing towards her. She fucked wildly with her hips, animal-like, without restraint, her mouth slurping and tasting and licking and sucking at the wet pussy dribbling its juices into her hungry mouth.

And here came her orgasm, rushing towards her, lifting her, about to release her into ecstasy.

 

[cgraven]

The enchanting fragrance of Erin’s arousal filled Duncan Batard’s nostrils. "Aaah!" the staggering sensual sigh that bubbled from the young redhead’s “O”ed lips pleased him. That sweet little sigh, Erin’s shimmering eyes laid the young beauty’s soul beard to him. He could see the conflicting emotions in those shimmering expressive eyes, complaint, surprise, and relief flashed in their depths. Erin had raised her hips a fraction and tilted them to make his penetration of her easier, they seemed to welcome, to embrace her fate, her gorgeous young body demand it. The adorable young redhead had offered no resistance, not even a token of resistance, when they had bound her hand and foot to the bed. There could no longer be any doubt that Miss Erin Nicely was a submissive, even though she might rational attempt to deny it, it was none the less true.



Erin offered her stunning young body to Batard, an offer that he gladly and eagerly accepted, as his cock once more slipped into her chaste young body. Erin was caught between the pleasure of his pounding, seductive cock, could bring to her, and Miss Cronkite sweet juicy pussy. The bound young teacher opened her mouth to sample the erotic pleasure of another woman's pussy, as Erin took her first foray into the delights of a lesbian encounter, even as Duncan Batard took and used her ravishing young body.



Erin was truly caught between the pair as they played her gorgeous young body as if it were a fine musical instrument and they were the Master of it. Erin now tittered on the edge of that abyss that promised her such sinful and obscene pleasure. So close that the young redhead could almost grasp it. It was then that Batard stilled, his cock buried deep in her tight young cunt, Prudence knelt up straight denying Erin the woman’s sweet pussy.



“Do you want us to fuck you Miss Nicely, till you cum my dear?” Duncan Batard’s dark seductive voice wrapped around Erin’s senses and will, calling to the young teacher to submit.



“ Miss Nicely you like us telling you what to do, don’t you!...........” then a single word slipped from Duncan Batard’s lips, “……Erin.”



“Would you like us to free your legs so you can wrap them around me as I fuck you?”



Batard bombarded the young teacher with questions denying her time to think but just to quickly answer, even as her cravings for sexual release gnawed at her, demanding satisfaction. Batard longed to here Erin admit what she desired, to give voice, to what they both knew was true. For Erin take that next step into a world that threatened to devour her, to free her from the role that society had demanded of her, to be a prime and proper teacher. Batard’s question hung in the air when suddenly Erin’s captive ankles were free, free to draw him deeper into her chaste young.



Batard knew that it made little difference what Erin chose for she was his now. If she did not come willingly well he had enough photos of the young teacher in compromising situations to black male her in to doing whatever he wanted.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin wrapped her ankles around Mr. Batard and pulled him in closer, his cock deeper inside her cunt. How could she use such dirty words, even if only in her mind, she wondered? She was an educated woman, modest, and yet here she was, behaving like a lust-crazed teenager.

And she was lust-crazed. She knew it, just as she didn't know how she'd answered Mr. Batard's torrent of questions. In her head, she had screamed, “Yes, fuck me 'till I cum! Yes, I like you telling me what to do, giving me lewd orders, photographing me naked, I like having my ankles and wrists tied, liked being made to give three blowjobs, to strip naked on stage, want more, need more!” Erin so hoped that it had only been in her own mind that she'd declared those truths, and not aloud, not to Mr. Batard, not to Miss Cronkite. But she strained to get her tongue back into the hot fragrant pussy hovering so close to her face.

They were denying her the orgasm she craved, tormenting her, forcing her into a deeper level of sexual need and frustration. Erin's thinking mind reasoned that any admissions made under such torment were meaningless and could be blamed on duress. Which freed her from any responsibility. She could let go, immerse herself in the pool of erotic sensuality and it would all be their fault. She was still a good girl. They'd said so.

And so she gave in, surrendered, let out all her sexual wants and needs and lusts, and screamed out loud, this time, the answers she'd already given in her head.

Maybe she'd answered twice, maybe not. But it felt so good to give in.

In a quiet whisper, more a breath than speech, she muttered, “Make me do more, worse, blackmail me, force me!”

 

[cgraven]

Erin wrapped her ankles around Mr. Batard and pulled him in closer, his cock deeper inside her cunt. Even as he remained stilled denying the young redhead what she desired most at that moment. Even Miss Cronkite denied Erin her pussy. Batard watched Erin’s expressive eyes and the struggled that raged with in them. Then suddenly he saw a flash of emotion in those clear pools as if the young teacher had reached a decision. And so, she gave in, surrendered, let out all her sexual wants and needs and lusts, and screamed out loud. Then in a soft whisper, more a breath than speech, she muttered, “Make me do more, worse, blackmail me, force me!”



“So, Erin you want to be forced, blackmailed, to do more sexually, and worse.” Batard smiled so this young beauty was not only a submissive, but she also liked to be forced? Was it just the thrill of being forced, controlled or did it go much further, perhaps to her being a masochist as well? As he was pondering this turn of events as Erin strained to get her tongue back into the hot fragrant pussy hovering so close to her face.



Batard began once more to move within the gorgeous young teachers hot little cunt. He pounded into her giving her all her young athletic body could handle and perhaps more. Miss Cronkite now pressed her pussy to young Erin’s mouth and delighted in the young teachers naughty and talented little tongue. The couple took and used Miss Erin Nicely for hours until at last the young redhead teacher was exhausted, spent, and sexually satisfied.



Batard brushed some matted red hairs from Erin’s angelic face. “Miss Nicely I feel you should attend all of the village school board meeting”…….. He paused a wicked smile bowed his lips”……In the nude my dear…………..You shall enter fully clothed and then slowly strip………..and then kneel by my chair like a good girl resting your head on my thigh.” Batard let his instructions sink in, so there was no mistake of what Erin should do. “Remember Miss Nicely we have photos that would end your teaching career…………Do I make myself clear.”



Erin woke the next morning Batard spooned to her back his half erect cock buried in her delicious young pussy and Prudence Cronkite’s lips close to Erin’s. Batard stirred. “Erin when you dress for school you will not wear a bra or panties, and you will go barelegged. You will report to my office one hour before school so I can ensure you have followed my instructions.” The couple left after dressing leaving the well fucked Erin lay in her bed.



Erin reported to Batard’s office as order, she really did not have a choice to do otherwise. “Good Morning Erin you look ravishing this morning!” His tone was light, friendly, and his face a mask. Batard turned to the young redheaded teacher, “I trust you have followed my instructions Erin. Be a good girl and unbutton your blouse and left your skirt and show me my dear.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin stood before Mr. Batard's desk, trembling and regretting the things she had said and done the night before.

It had all gone too far. Way too far. She was in over her head, lost, a manipulated victim who would appear merely the willing participant in some sick sexual game.

But she wasn't willing. She was being blackmailed, forced, coerced, under duress, and all the other descriptions that made her the innocent who had been ruthlessly exploited, who had had her own nature used against her.

She hated this, wanted to fight it, yet knew the reality of the career-ending evidence that was blackmailing her into obedient submission. Yes, she hated it, and yet at the order to prove, to demonstrate that she wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, she was getting hot and moist between her legs and experiencing a need to lick her lips, and to glance about hoping for there to be a witness to her humiliation. The sensations of the night before, or their memory, stirred her insides almost to orgasm as her body recalled the intensity of her sexual pleasure and many climaxes. How could she respond like that when she knew it was all so wrong?

Erin couldn't rationalise the conflicted confusion that was tearing her mind apart, but she obediently undid her blouse to reveal her naked breasts on command, and lifted her skirt to bare her uncovered naked pussy for inspection. A pussy that was damp, probably glistening, folds swollen and readied.

 

[cgraven]

Duncan Batard was sitting behind his impressive Edwardian desk he had now doubt that his young submissive, Erin Nicely, would appear in his office one hour before school began. He knew she would not be late, or be early, but exactly on time. He knew that she would justify her obedience to his commands, most likely, that she was being forced, or blackmailed. Batard did not care what rational Erin used as long as she did as he commanded her like a good little subie. And of course, he was not disappointed as Erin arrived exactly one hour before school. She was announced by her soft knock at his office door. “Enter Erin” was his simple reply.



Duncan Batard smiled as the young redheaded teacher entered his office. “Erin show me that you have done as you were told.” He loved the way that the young teacher did not argue but did as she had been commanded. Erin obediently unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her naked breasts on command and then lifted her skirt to bare her naked pussy for his inspection. A pussy that was damp, glistening folds, swollen, and readied. Batard left Erin standing with her skirt hiked up around her trim waist, her shaven pussy bared to him, and her firm young breasts bared as well for his inspection. “You have done well Erin and I am pleased with you.” Duncan knew that those simple words would please and arouse the young redheaded teacher. His lips bowed in a wicked smile. "Remove your blouse Erin, recline on the floor.........I want to watch you masturbate till you cum my dear........" He paused for a moment his dark eyes holding Erin's in his unblinking gaze. "..........or you could come here, and I can finger fuck your pussy till you beg me to let you cum Erin. Your choice my dear.”



Batard could see Erin was already sexually aroused, the way her pussy glistened, and her rosebud nipples were swollen little peeks. They had an hour before classes more than enough time for a little "morning delight" where, she could show him what an obedient young beauty she truly was. Batard pondered, what choice would Erin make. Then after having Erin humble herself, he would let Erin know that there was a school board meeting and of course she would be attending it as he had commanded her to.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Of course she removed her blouse. She might have made a fuss and done so angrily, resentfully, proving by her body language that this humiliation and stripping was against her will, forced upon her despite her innocent objections. She wanted to do it that way. Actually, she didn't want to do it at all. Obviously. But. But Mr. Batard had so much evidence he could blackmail her with. It was probably better to keep on his good side, to humour him, keep him happy. To give the impression that she was compliant.

So she slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Topless. Tits fully on show. Nipples puffed, pointed, reddened. Aching. Skirt still held up around her waist to show off her bare, glistening, freshly shaved pussy. She missed having a bush. A bush both hid her pussy folds a bit and also drew attention to the sex between her legs. A teasing combination of show and hide. But her bush was gone. Instead, her wet, swollen folds were on display, announcing her body's arousal.

But what to do about Mr. Batard's offered choices for her further humiliation and degradation? Lie on the floor, legs spread wide, fingering her pussy until she orgasmed; or let him finger fuck her, making her beg for release? Was there any way she could do both and earn some kind of redemptive points to offset his threats of her ruin?

Moving her feet further apart, Erin licked her fingers and reaching behind wrapped that hand under her bottom to finger her slick folds from below and behind, ensuring that her tormentor would get a clear unobstructed view of her masturbating her pussy. She gave herself a half dozen slow rubs around her clit, then shuffled a pace forward, repeating her self-pleasuring. Then again, and again, until she was within a half arm's length of Mr. Batard.

"Please, Sir, please finger-fuck me to orgasm, please make me cum?"

Would he be pleased with her? Would he reward her with another I'm pleased with you?

 

[cgraven]

Batard smiled to himself as Erin let her blouse slip from her shoulders exposing her proud young breasts to him. Her areolas were puffy little dusky pink pillows capped by puckered deep pink rosebud nipples. He loved the way the young redheaded teacher gathered her skirt slowly sensually up her shapely legs until her skirt was around her waist exposing her shave pussy, not even a single red hair to hide her sexual charms from him. Batard saw how Erin’s eyes lit up when he told her “You have done well Erin and I am pleased with you.” The light in her eyes showed how those simple words moved Erin.



Erin seemed to blush at his complement, it was then that Batard gave his young submissive the devil’s own choice, Lie on the floor, legs spread wide, fingering her pussy until she orgasmed; or let him finger fuck her, making her beg for release? He saw a flash of emotions in the young submissive’s eyes, for as much as Erin might deny it, she was becoming his sub. A prospect that Duncan Batard looked forward to, to mold the gorgeous young teacher to his will. Then the shy little glint in her eye, the coquettish little pout as Erin reached behind her, slide the zipper of her skirt down. Her movements were naturally fluid, sensual, and seductive as Erin let her skirt dropped to pool around her ankles.



The young redheaded teacher stood before Batard naked, she sensually licked her fingers and reaching behind her and wrapped that hand under her bottom to finger her slick folds. Duncan found himself becoming aroused as Erin teasingly, haltingly, closed the distance between them, all the time fingering her slick folds from below and behind, ensuring that Batard would get a clear unobstructed view of her masturbating her pussy. Erin stopped just out of his reach. Erin was trying so hard to please him, to tease him, to make him want her. Damn but Erin was an inventive young tease.



"Please, Sir, please finger-fuck me to orgasm, please make me cum?" Erin’s voice was deep husky and laced with sinful passion as she beg and pleaded with Batard.



Duncan Batard crooked his finger for the stunning young teacher to come closer. His dark eyes commanding Erin to close the distance between them, not a word did he say, just that silent command. He slipped a finger into Erin’s moist, hot, pussy. Batard slowly slid his finger in and out of Erin chaste young body, then he slipped a second finger into the young beauty’s hungering pussy.



“Do you want to cum Miss Nicely?” He seductively pumped his fingers harder into her hungering pussy. Each thrust lifted Erin up onto her tiptoes.



“You want to please me Miss Nicely……..don’t you………..cum for me Miss Nicely?” Batard taunted the young redheaded teacher. He brought Erin to the brink of ecstasy and then denied her. He wanted Erin to beg and plead to cum, to admit to him what she truly wanted, not just her physical release but to please him, to become his sub. He had no doubt that this was Erin’s deepest longing, to please and be cherished.



As he tormented the stunning young submissive, he idly wondered how she would dress for the school board meeting, how she would dress to please him. He had told her what to do but not what to wear, that choice would be her. But now he wanted her true submission to him.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh! She was on the verge of answering, rising and falling as his two insistent fingers pumped hard into her aching needy body, on the verge of exclaiming as he took her to her climax, but he stopped.

He stopped!

"Oh!" she cried, trying to thrust herself onto his fingers, trying to complete the finger-fuck he'd started and so nearly completed.

What was it he'd asked her? She desperately searched for the question so that she could answer and get what she needed. You want to please me, don't you, and cum for me? That was what he'd asked, demanded to know.

And how should she answer? How could she answer? Of course she didn't want to please him, didn't want to cum for him, she was only doing this because he was forcing her. Forcing her. Like he forced her to say things she didn't mean the night before.

Standing naked before him, his stilled fingers buried in her pussy, her nipples swollen and aching, her climax hovering out of reach, she answered.

"Yes, Sir, I want to please you, I want to cum, cum for you, want you to make me cum, tell me when to cum, to strip me, photograph me naked, give me lewd instructions, do even worse, do more, be forced, blackmailed, released ... please, Sir, please make me cum, please keep going ... with ... everything!"

There! She'd said it. Even if only to make him happy, just so he'd let up on her, go easy. Obviously she didn't really want it, any of it. Not at all. But in a whimper she said again, "Please, Sir, more!"

 

[cgraven]

Batard’s questions challenged Erin, implying that what was happening to her was what she wanted. As he taunted Erin with his damning question Batard’s fingers stilled, once more denying the young redheaded teacher the release that her body was craving.



“Oh.” Erin gasped when his fingers stopped their delicious movement. The young teacher ground her needy pussy against Batard’s fingers in frustration. A shadowy quizzical look clouded young Erin’s angelic face as if she was arguing with herself as she stood naked before him, Batard’s fingers stilled buried in her pussy. He loved the way Erin’s nipples where swollen and oh so inviting, her climax hovering just out of reach, she finally moaned.



"Yes, Sir, I want to please you…….” Erin sighed. “……. I want to cum, cum for you, want you to make me cum, tell me when to cum, to strip me, photograph me naked, give me lewd instructions, do even worse, do more, be forced, blackmailed, released ... please, Sir, please make me cum, please keep going ... with ... everything!" Erin’s voice was barely a whisper as the desperate need for her release grew.



Duncan Batard loved seeing this young redheaded beauty twisting on his fingers as she admitted what she truly longed for. He knew that Erin would still be rationalizing that she was, in some way, being forced to obey his command. Yet he suspected that forcing Erin to bend to his will was what she truly wanted.



His fingers once more began to move in the hot, slick, confines of her needy pussy. When Erin came, he loved the way her back arched thrusting her breast to him as if in offering and the way her body sought his fingers even more. “Erin what a “Good Girl” you are. You please me”.



He knew that his praise would wrap around the young teacher and bend her to his will as nothing else could, words that would help mold her into the willing sub he desired. He kissed Erin’s forehead, “I have pleased you Miss Nicely now please me.” He pressed Erin to her keens and unzipped his pants. His ridged cock danced before the young teacher’s eyes.



After some “morning delight” Duncan Batard’s thumb slid across Erin’s full ripe lips. Remember “For the school Board meeting Miss Nicely you shall enter fully clothed and then slowly strip………..and then kneel by my chair like a good girl resting your head on my thigh………Know get dressed it’s time for school.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Sir."

Erin the naked whore rose to her feet, wiping a stray drizzle of Mr. Batard's spunk from her chin and scooping it into her mouth before licking her fingers. His orgasm had been like a jet of hot cum, filling her mouth to overflowing and her nostrils with that unique heady aroma.

She quickly dressed, satisfied, sated, her own orgasm quieting her insides and his orgasm coating them. She left his office as Miss Nicely, professional school teacher. Possibly not quite respectable, since almost every adult on the island had seen her stripped naked, but dressed as if she was.

The school day seemed to last forever, but finally getting rid of her last pupil she had time to return home briefly for a shower, a fresh shave between her legs to maintain the smoothness Miss Cronkite had achieved, and put on a nice flowery button front cotton dress over a simple white shift. Clean black lacy bra, briefs, dark hold-up stockings and black heels completed her simple outfit, with light makeup and hair in a ponytail.

Back at school, she was just finishing arranging the meeting tables and setting out the drinks when the first members of the board started to arrive.

She was mildly embarrassed to meet any of them after what had happened the last time, and half hoped that she wouldn't be required to go through with what Mr. Batard had suggested. Had it been a suggestion? Perhaps just a naughty idea of his while feeling horny? Surely he didn't actually mean it. Hopefully, the other members of the Board didn't know. They could just have a normal, mildly boring meeting then all go home.

Miss Nicely actually half believed it.

 

[cgraven]

“Yes Sir” Erin demurely answer as she sank to her knees. Once more the young redheaded teacher proved her skills as an accomplished little cock sucker. He loved the sight of her red head bobbing up and down the length of his shaft. Batard’s fingers slid through Erin’s copper tresses as he came. The gorgeous young redhead leaned back resting her butt on her heels. Erin wiped a stray drizzle of his cum from her chin, as she rose, and scooping it into her mouth before seductively licking her fingers clean. Duncan Batard watched as his young sub dressed transforming herself from the naughty little submissive into Miss Erin Nicely, professional, and modest school teacher.



Duncan Batard was sitting at the head of the conference table, the other board members seated around the table when Erin entered the conference room. The men smiled when they saw her remembering their last meeting and encounter. Batard kept Erin standing before the board in a flowery button front cotton dress, so clean, so modest. “Shall we start!”



Batard declared. “The first order of business, school fund raisers.” Batard loved the look in his young sub’s eyes. Perhaps she was remembering the school fete where she had stripped naked, or the last board meeting and what she had done.” A wicked smile bowed Duncan’s lips. “Remove your dress Miss Nicely,” his voice was calm, yet there was a note of steel in it, of command. As each new item of business was brought up Erin was required to remove another piece of her clothing. Her dark hold-up stockings and black heels were the first to go after Erin’s dress. Then her black lacy bra leaving the young teacher naked to the waist and to the board members. Her panties were the last item to be discarded.



Erin’s clothing lay at her feet and once again she was naked before the school board members. Their lust for her clearly written in their eyes, their tongue sliding across their lips. Batard loved the look as Erin wondered what he would require of her next. Would she remember that she was to come to him and kneel at his feet resting her head on his thigh.



Batard brought up the last item on the meetings agenda, new books for the school library. He smiled to himself for Erin would pay for them with her stunning young body.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The new library books. This was Miss Nicely's agenda item, and she stood naked at the meeting room screen as she took the Board Members and Miss Cronkite through her presentation, aware that her bare tits and shaved pussy or her bare ass cheeks were getting more attention than the titles she was recommending.

The slow and gradual disrobing of Miss Nicely on the instructions of Mr. Batard had been a teasing delight through the meeting, like an incentive to conclude each agenda item and move on to the next, while adding a delicious suspense with everyone knowing that the next piece of clothing wouldn't come off until the new Agenda Item was announced. And part of the suspense was not knowing which item of the young teacher's clothing would be chosen next by Mr. Batard.

Once her dress had come off, and Miss Cronkite had primly announced it as if she were recording the fact in the minutes, the pattern had been clear, and the smiles of the Board Members declared their approval. Erin knew that she was supposed to be reluctant, but her insides told her that she was enjoying the whole thing as much as everyone else. Was she getting hooked on being so brazenly stripped naked? She didn't object, didn't resist, but also tried so hard not to show any enjoyment, tried not to let them know that she too almost held her breath while waiting to find out what garment she was to remove next, tried not to sigh with satisfaction at being ordered, allowed to strip off the next item.

Dress. Shoes. Stockings. Bra. Panties.

Naked.

And whichever way she turned they had the sight of either bare tits, bare ass, or bare shaved pussy to enjoy. And they did. Openly staring. By the time she concluded her last presentation it had made her naked pussy folds damp, slick, glistening. She was hungry for another orgasm.

When they had discussed the first item, at which she had been ordered to remove her dress, it had been apparent that while a good sum had been raised so far, it wasn't enough to cover the cost of the additional books, and Miss Nicely outlined her intention of a gradual purchase as more funds became available.

She wasn't sure if everyone was concentrating what with Mr. Batard carrying through his suggestion that she gradually strip naked for the meeting, a suggestion that she had half expected him to forget.

But clearly he hadn't forgotten, and the Board members were in delighted agreement.

With her presentation over, Miss Nicely knew she had to crouch at Mr. Batard's feet and rest her head submissively on his thigh. Once in position, she concluded her report with, "So that's it, you've seen everything," and here she blushed at her unintended double meaning, a blush that inspired her to recklessly add, "so unless any more blowjobs are required?"

She hated herself for making the offer, but persuaded herself that it wasn't her choice, wasn't her fault. She wasn't really asking Mr. Batard to make her debase herself sexually. Of course she wasn't. She wasn't really asking him again to keep up his demands on her, to go further each time, do more, or do worse.

Of course she wasn't.

 

[cgraven]

It was a slow, sensually, and seductive striptease as Erin shed her clothing one item at a time, as each new item on the school agenda was brought to the table. Batard was pleased with Erin’s obedient performance. The new library books, this was Miss Nicely's agenda item. Erin stood naked as she took the Board Members and Miss Cronkite through her presentation, aware that her bare breasts and shaved pussy and her bare ass cheeks were getting more attention than the titles she was recommending.



The board members, at this point, care little about the books for the library and more about getting their hands on the young redheaded teacher again. Batard loved that by the time Erin concluded her presentation it had her naked pussy folds damp, slick, glistening and ready to be fucked. What a naughty young Miss she was for Duncan Batard knew that Erin Longed to be used again, to be forced, to be made to do worse thing than she had been forced to do so far.



Slowly, obediently, Erin walked over to Batard. Her movements fluid, sensual, and highly erotic as she sank to her knees and leaned her head against Batard’s thigh. "So that's it, you've seen everything," Erin blushed at her unintended double meaning, a blush that inspired her to recklessly add, "so unless any more blowjobs are required?"



“I think not Miss Nicely.” Batard was running his fingers through Erin’s copper tresses, letting her hair drip from his finger tips like living molten copper.



“The gentlemen have already had the pleasure of your oral skills Miss Nicely…..” he lifted Erin’s chin, so her eyes met his. “……….I am sure that they would rather enjoy your tight young pussy………. Gentlemen she is yours to enjoy.”



Batard, his eyes still holding Erin’s, smiled in to them as he watched the men take Erin from him, lift her above their head, paraded her around the room as if she were some virgin sacrifice, and laid her on the conference room table. The first man drew Erin to him and began to fuck the young teacher hard and fast. One after the other the six men took their pleasure from Erin and Miss Cronkite was there to capture it all on film.



As Erin was being fucked Duncan Batard threw open the blinds of the board room so anyone that happened by would see Erin with her legs spread wide and apparently taking on the entire board.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

At the moment when Mr. Batard opened the conference room blinds, Miss Nicely the Teacher was naked on her back, lying on the big table, hands gripping its edge and legs in the air as the first of the six men gripped her ankles and roughly fucked her. Hard. The other men gathered around to watch and as it turned out, take their turn.

All six of them.

Some fucked her in that same position. Others preferred to bend her over the table and take her from behind. Some holding her hair to steady themselves as they pounded the fresh pussy that Mr. Batard had offered as if it were his own possession to give away to whomever he pleased. Others pulled her wrists together behind her back as they fucked her, slapping noisily against her ass cheeks.

Miss Cronkite wandered the room to always get the best angle, making sure, it seemed to Erin, to capture the young woman's bare tits, face, ravaged pussy, face, penetrating cocks, her face, but never the men's. Their cocks, yes. Faces, no. Or so it seemed.

At one point when she was again on her back facing the windows she noticed that they had drawn a small crowd of spectators. There had been a meeting of one of the island's clubs that used the school after hours. The crowd was still there when the next Board Member moved her to the other side of the table and fucked her from behind without foreplay or ceremony, simply tugging her hair so that she was forced to look at her audience outside, and they got a clear view of her tits bouncing to every thrust of the latest cock burying itself deep in her pussy, a clear view of her facial expression. Her expressions were also being openly recorded by Miss Cronkite who seemed to not miss any of the action. Erin even thought that some of the spectators were trying to get Miss Cronkite's attention and ask for copies of her video. It seemed that recording their own through the windows wasn't satisfactory, probably because of the light.

There was nothing Miss Nicely could do about the situation other than make the best of it. There was too much blackmail material for her to try and claim that she was being forced, so she went along as if it was her choice to be group fucked by the entire school board and videoed.

Some of the men came inside her, emptying their balls deep in her pussy, some withdrew and spunked up on her tits or belly or even face. Some deposited their cum loads onto her back or ass cheeks. It was disgusting, degrading, humiliating. Thank goodness she was being forced and could pretend that she wasn't enjoying it.

Though obviously, it wasn't a pretend, obviously she wasn't enjoying it at all. Not in the slightest. No way.

She looked to Mr.Batard as the last of the six men finally emptied his surprisingly full balls onto the top of her head, her hair, so that his sperm ran in streams down her face.

She licked her lips and the stay drips that were in range. And sighed contentedly.

 

[cgraven]

Duncan Batard loved the sight of young Erin being taken and used by the school board members. The way she withered, moaned, and thrashed in lustful ecstasy as they forced themselves on the ravishing young redhead teacher. He had decided to share Erin’s fate with a wider audience as he opened the blinds as the six board members used the gorgeous young teacher.



Batard knew his young sub loved to be forced, made to sexually preform, and exposed to voyeurs, and the public in general. Frist at the school fete promise auction and now in the meeting room as she was being forcefully fucked. And as always Miss Cronkite was their to capture each delicious moment of Erin’s lust and humiliation on her camera as her “lovers” came in the young redhead tight young pussy, on her gorgeous young body, and on her angelic face.



Erin’s ordeal lasted for several hours. Finally spent, exhausted, and covered in her “lovers” cum she lay prostrate on the conference table. Duncan Batard came to Erin with a basin of water and a washcloth. Slowly, sensually, Batard began to wash the young redhead’s gorgeous young body. He made it an erotic experience as he whispered, how beautiful she was and how she had been a “Good Girl” and how she pleased him so. He let his words and praise wash over Erin, let her know that she had pleased him and how he cherish her. Duncan Batard let his words meet all of his submissive’s needs.



When he had finished washing Erin, her skin glistened with a rosy pink. He took his seat once more at the head of the table pushed his chair back and smiled at the young teacher. “Come here Miss Nicely.” He pointed to the place bey his side where she had knelt before and had rested her head on his thigh. Again, he was the Master calling to his sub, “Kneel by my side Erin.”



Batard waited for Erin to obey his summons. The blinds were still open and there were still villagers peering in at their ravishing young school teacher. Batard waited for Erin to come to him and for the village to know that she was his.



“Erin the books for the school library I have an idea how you can get them.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She was exhausted, but she came over to Mr. Batard anyway, came over just as he requested, came over naked, not bothering to cover her nakedness from the villagers still watching the proceedings through the school windows, not hiding her nakedness from the photographic recording by Miss Cronkite, though how she managed to record such a long period of sexual activity Erin could only guess. Perhaps she'd changed batteries, or uploaded files. Did it even matter? There was more material condemning her than ever she could explain away.

Erin didn't know if her audience was still those same individuals who had stared in shocked surprise as Mr. Batard opened up the blinds, a shocked surprise that was also approval, or so she had guessed. They had watched her get fucked, watched her get filled with cum, watched her covered in cum, watched get washed, and now watched her obediently answering the summons of Mr. Batard, watched as she knelt so obediently at his feet, watched as she obediently rested her head on his thigh. There could be no doubt that she belonged to him.

And despite belonging to Mr. Batard, or possibly because of it, she had been fucked by every member of the School Board. The viewing villagers saw it and knew it. The Town would know it. The whole island would know it. And if Mr. Batard allowed his pet teacher to be fucked by the entire School Board, who else would he let fuck her? If any of them wanted her, they just had to approach Mr. Batard. It would be entirely up to him.

Erin let out a sigh as she struggled to come to terms with the full import of her reality.

And then there was the next thing. First, it had been him stripping her naked on stage in front of the island's adult population. Then fucking her himself. Then giving her to Miss Cronkite to fuck as a lesbian. Then suck off School Board members. Or their members. The members of the members of the School Board. But this was no time for puns. Then fucked by the entire Board and seen doing it. And now? Now, she guessed, she would pay for the books she wanted by fucking someone else. It was inevitable.

Surely that would be enough? Surely it would stop there?

This was so wrong.

But as Mr. Batard again stroked her hair and told her what a good girl she was, how pleased he was with her, she simply replied, "Thank you, Sir," and snuggled closer in to him.

 

[cgraven]

Batard gazes down on his naked little nymph, her redhead resting on his thigh. He was pleased at her performance, as he was sure that the villagers were also. Batard again stroked Erin’s hair and told her what a good girl she was, how pleased he was with her. Erin seemed to blush and simply replied, "Thank you, Sir," and snuggled closer in to him. He enjoyed the way the young naked teacher nuzzled his thigh as if trying to get even closer to him, to feel him.



“The books you want can only be obtained from one merchant here on the island Erin.” He lifted her chin with a single finger. “He wont take only money for them Erin………” Batard paused as he held her soft eyes captive in his gaze. “……….He will of course want his costs financially covered Erin, but he will also want you for the evening. He is a man of very dark sexual desires……….Are you willing to pay the price Erin?”



Batard let the question hang in the air between them. He had called her Erin not Miss Nicely. Now his tone became more serious, and he held out his hand to the ravishing young redhead, in the palm of his hand was a thin leather chocker, no not a chocker but a collar. “Do you know what this is Erin? Do you know what it means if you accept it Erin?”



Batard was a complicated man, he knew the dark desires that burned with in Miss Erin Nicely and he was willing to meet her needs, and the need to have her boundaries pushed and expanded. She would meet his need to dominate, to master her and meet his voyeuristic needs as well. Oh, how he loved taking Erin using her gorgeous young body to satisfy his baser sexual needs. But also, to give her to others and watched as they took her and fucked her.



Duncan Batard had taken his time awakening Erin’s submissive nature, molding it, and training her to obey his wishes as he met her needs to be cherished and to please. He waited his hand held out, the collar laid on the palm of his hand.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin reached out with her small fingers and touched the leather circlet that lay so invitingly on Mr Batard's hand. She might be ignorant of some things, but she knew the significance of the collar. She also knew that she had to choose it for herself or it became meaningless.

And yet, her deepest, darkest desire was to be forced into it. How could she do both?

Erin still needed to hold on to the illusion that she was being blackmailed into this behaviour, and even admitting that it was an illusion was too close to the truth to be comfortable. So, too, was the understanding that a whole island knowing what she was, couldn't possibly be kept secret. The threat of her lewd lascivious wantonly sexual behaviour being revealed to a wider world and ruining her career, well such a threat was meaningless because it was surely now impossible for that behaviour NOT to be revealed.

But she had to pretend, had to still be a good girl forced by unfortunate circumstances. Circumstances beyond her control. And Mr Batard did say that she was a good girl. So surely she was. Which either meant that it was okay to take the collar, or that it was okay to be forced to take the collar. But which?

While her body glowed with the delight of being so comprehensively fucked, and her mind savoured the disgusting arousal of having been publicly ravaged by so many men, her understanding searched for a way to get everything she wanted.

"I don't have a choice, do I, Sir? I mean, you are forcing me into this? With all that incriminating video footage?" Erin didn't want Mr Batard to answer for surely he would have to contradict her, which wouldn't suit her needs. And her needs were great. She had to keep pretending because it released her to be what she truly wanted, to be what she truly was. She simply had to have no choice.

Before he could respond, the naked Erin picked up the collar and sat up straight, holding the leather circle now on her upraised palms like an offering.

"Please, Sir, please put this on me?"

"And yes, Sir, I will pay the price for the books, the sexual price, I will be his for the evening to fulfil his dark sexual desires if it pleases you, if it makes me a good girl?" Erin kept her eyes down, a sense of relief but also forboding filling her. "Am I being a good girl?"

 

[cgraven]

Duncan Batard smiled down at his naked little Nymph as she gazed down at the collar in his hand. Erin’s breathing was rapid, excited as she gazed upon the collar that would change her young life. "I don't have a choice, do I, Sir? I mean, you are forcing me into this? With all that incriminating video footage?" Batard just smiled wickedly at Erin. There was that need again, the need to be forced, dominated, and Batard wondered if Erin really wanted him to answer that question, to break the illusion that she was being forced. He hesitated not wanting to shatter Erin’s lovely illusion. Before he could respond, the naked young teacher picked up the collar and sat up straight, holding the leather circle now on her upraised palms like an offering. "Please, Sir, please put this on me?"

“A very wise decision Miss Nicely.” Duncan voice wound around Erin’s will, her being, as he fed her need to be forced. As he buckled the thin black leather collar around Erin’s slender neck, her role in Island life clearly proclaimed now, the young redheaded teacher new status as his property. "And yes, Sir, I will pay the price for the books, the sexual price, I will be his for the evening to fulfil his dark sexual desires if it pleases you, if it makes me a good girl?" Batard simply breathed, “Master Miss Nicely.”

"Am I being a good girl?" Erin’s need to be his good girl, her need to please, to be cherished, her desire was clear, as she accepted the need to sexually pay for the books. Batard was pleased with his young sub, she had come a long way sense that first night of the auction, but Erin had a long way to go yet.

“Yes Miss Nicely you are being a good girl.” His finger traced the line of her collar, that circled Erin’s slender neck and bound her young life to him. He smiled down into her soft young eyes, “And a very pleasing young lady Miss Nicely.” Batard turned to Miss Cronkite. “You may close the blinds now Miss Cronkite and then depart. I have school business to discuss with Miss Nicely.”

Batard had Erin kneel at his feet again her firm butt resting on her heels, palms down on her thighs. “The book seller’s name is Marcus de Sade. His shop is down by the quay. He has a preference for young attractive girls Miss Nicely, mostly dressed.” As he spoke, he ran his fingers through Erin’s silky hair. “He closes before school is out so you will have to see him on the weekend…………..this weekend my dear.” His instructions given he drew Erin on to his lap and whispered, “Please me!”



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Marcus de Sade was an elderly man with a grizzled stubbled beard, wild gray hair, and a frightening look in his pale gray eyes. When Erin entered the shop, he smiled rubbing his hands together. "May I be of some assistance Miss Nicely.”

His eyes boldly traveled over every inch of the young brunette’s ravishing young body. “I understand that you are interested in certain books for the school library. I assume you are ready to pay the price that I will demand.” His eyes settled on Erin’s firm young breasts. “ You are quite attractive Miss Nicely.” Marcus de Sade ‘s finger traced the contour of the collar that circled Erin’s slender neck. “Who has claimed you Miss Nicely………..Erin is it? Was it Miss Cronkite or Duncan Batard?”

De Sade caressed Erin’s cheek with the back of his hand. It was a sensual, seductive caress. De Sade’s pale gray eyes held the young teacher's eyes in their unblinking gaze. “Shall we go to my playroom now Erin so you can pay for those books you wanted?”

De Sade led the way to the back of his shop and down to his playroom. He did not bother to look to see if the gorgeous young brunette teacher followed, for he knew she would from how Batard had described how delightfully submissive she was.

De Sade’s playroom was a sexual dungeon, one designed to both tempt the young submissive and instill fear as well to feed Erin's need to be forced. Besides the implements that would test the limits of Erin’s submissive nature, there were several masked individuals that would publicly witness everything De Sade had planned for the ravishing young teacher as she paid for the books she wanted with her gorgeous young body.