19 August 2011

A Nightmare In Silk And Lace Part 3

Dean had been quickly marched out through the rear door - the
servant's entrance - of the hotel and into a staff compound where a
transit van lay idle with its engine running. The rear doors were
already open, offering a glimpse inside of two rows of seats fixed to
the sides.

Already seated in the back of the van were two familiar faces: the
girl at reception, Debbie, and the lift attendant, John. As Dean
climbed aboard he noticed the difference in their expressions. In the
case of Debbie it was resigned disapproval, but in the case of John
it was the smug satisfaction of a man who thought he had just 'beaten
the system'.

"It's the maid," said Debbie with a frown. "Oh joy. Can my day get
any better..." Her voice dripped sarcasm as she crossed her arms, an
action that served to push the line of her breasts up beneath the
tightly buttoned white blouse she wore. The short secretarial skirt
displayed her long legs to perfection.

"What are you doing here?" asked Dean as he settled down onto the
bench opposite Debbie. He smoothed down his skirt and tugged the
hemline to cover the petticoats that insisted on peeking out.

"I came bottom of their stupid six monthly work assessment. Me?
Ridiculous. Obviously a mistake on their part." Debbie rolled her
eyes with annoyance. "How could my performance have scored bottom in
the last six months? I smile, I flutter my eyelashes, I say 'good
morning and welcome to the hotel, Sir. My name is Debbie - how may I
make your day better'. It has to be a mistake. It'll all be sorted
out when we get to the Academy."

"Yeah, right," said John with a leer. The last time Dean had seen
him, he was naked, fresh from the shower and bent double receiving a
series of blows from a wooden ruler held by Gemma Layton.

"And what are YOU doing here?" asked Dean to the lift attendant.

"That bitch in the hotel suite only went and reported me, didn't
she," said John as he moved along the bench to sit uncomfortably
close to Dean. Dean responded by sliding a few inches further away,
only for John to close the gap again. "I'm not supposed to sleep with
guests, but I didn't think she'd tell the management. Usually I get
away with it."

"And?" Dean moved as far back as he could until his right shoulder
pressed against the corner of the van. John simply closed the gap
again.

"End of my working contract. They were going to cancel my visa and
ship me back to Greece. Worst time of course - the economic situation
over there is a nightmare, and anyway, I like living in the US. But
I'm pretty clever, see." John tapped the side of his head. "I
outwitted them, didn't I."

"Puh-lease..." Debbie rolled her eyes again. "You couldn't outwit a
five year old child."

"Yeah, well, I did. I know how things work. They were about to
deport me and I pointed out that they're supposed to offer me the
chance of a training course instead of cancelling my visa."

"That's for girls..." said Debbie with a sigh. "For girls, you idiot."

"Well yes, that's what they said, but they can't do that, can they?
I mean, that's sexual discrimination. I told them so. They can't have
one rule for girls and one rule for men. Not allowed, is it?" John
looked very pleased with himself. "They didn't see that coming. I
told them they didn't have a choice. They can't just offer training
courses to girls as an alternative to deportation. They have to offer
me the same option. Well, that surprised them. I think I'm the first
man to figure that out."

"You'll also be the only man at the academy," said Debbie.

"Yeah, I thought about that." John grinned. "Just me, surrounded by
loads of women. Can it get any better?"

"Pig." Debbie crossed her arms again and fixed her gaze out of the
van window.

"You say pig now," said John, "but it's a six month course, right?
And I'll be the only available man at the Academy. How long before
you'll be flirting like mad for my attention? Or do you think you can
cope with being celibate for six months while the other girls around
you walk around looking really satisfied. May as well be nice to me
now, darling. Start off on the wrong foot and I may not be able to
fit you in on what's going to be a very busy dating schedule..."

The engine chugged into life and the van lurched as the driver
wheeled it round to face the front of the hotel gates. John took the
opportunity to fall sideways against Dean and steady himself by
putting his hand on Dean's stocking clad knee. Once there the hand
began to caress his leg through the nylon.

"Hey!" Dean slapped his hand away, but it immediately returned.

"What's wrong, baby?" John slipped the hand now between Dean's legs
and caressed the inside of his thighs. Starved of sexual contact for
days, Dean found his body actually responding to the caress with a
shiver of excitement. But even so, this was a man touching him, and
so he wriggled his legs apart.

"Leave the silly maid alone," said Debbie as she glanced round.
"She's not interested."

"Just playing hard to get, aren't you, baby?" John leaned forward
and kissed Dean suddenly on the lips.

"Please, don't..." Dean pulled away before John could slip his tongue
inside Dean's mouth.

"Well, plenty of time to get better acquainted when we're at the
Academy," said John, not in the least put off. "Of course by then
you're both going to have to compete with the other girls. I'm really
looking forward to this."

"Pig," said Debbie again.

"Pig," said Dean in a frightened whisper as he tried to push John
back along the bench.

The van drove down the long gravel road that snaked through the lush
hotel grounds. From his position by the window, Dean saw the hotel
complex recede into the distance. Now the van turned a corner and
passed through a copse of poplar trees and headed out into the
countryside. In the distance was a high wall that surrounded an old
fashioned building dating back to the early 19th century. Cast iron
gates offered the only visible entrance from this side of the road.
Large letters in the gate spelled out the Academy motto in Latin:
perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim (Be patient and tough;
some day this pain will be useful to you).

Grey sky and dark rain clouds lingered above the school as the van
approached the heavy gates. On either side, the high stone wall stood
fifteen feet tall, and was topped with coils of razor wire. Wooden
signs were fixed to the outside of the wall with the words 'WARNING:
savage guard dogs patrol the grounds.'

Dean Prentice was getting a very bad feeling as the van drove
through the remote control gates.

"Have you ever been to this academy before?" he asked Debbie.

"No. Though I've heard it's very strict. I shouldn't be here anyway.
I'm certainly not the worst performing girl in the hotel. I can think
of dozens of girls who should be here instead of me. Especially
maids..." She gave Dean a meaningful stare.

"I'm sure it will all be sorted out when we arrive," said Dean as he
tried his best to make friends with Debbie.

"Of course it will."

The van came to a sudden stop to one side of the main school
building. Heavy boots crunched along the loose gravel path, and then
the rear doors were flung open. Two men dressed in black trousers,
black roll neck sweaters and para boots motioned for the passengers
to get out. "Out you get, girls." Dean noticed as he left the van
that the men carried electric stun guns clipped to their belts. It
was raining lightly by now, so all three new pupils hurried to the
shelter of the side doorway. Dean struggled on the loose gravel in
his heels and tried to hold his skirt down in the high wind. He
suddenly squealed and jumped as John's right hand pinched his skirted
bottom. Laughing, the ex-lift attendant watched the maid rub her ass
in fury.

"Leave the maid alone," said Debbie again.

"Why? Jealous that she's getting all the attention?"

"No. Of course not." Debbie shook her head and sniffed. They were
all getting wet, standing there while one of the men produced a large
key for the school door. "Why should I be?"

"Because she's hotter than you," added John as he slapped the maid's
bottom for good measure. Dean almost stumbled in his heels as he
tried to avoid the slap to no avail.

"Is not!" said Debbie, obviously annoyed by the comparison.

"Oh but she is. One hot little minx."

Dean looked up astonished. Am I that hot, he thought to himself? Do
men really lust after me? He thought back to his incredibly feminine
appearance on the occasions when he had caught sight of his skirted
and corseted figure in a mirror. Oh God, men would find the way he
looked sexy...


                                (Two)


"The thing is, I know there has been an awful mistake in my case.
I'm an excellent receptionist. I really don't think I should be here.
Someone at the hotel obviously got the reports mixed up, and there
should be a different girl here in my place." Debbie examined her
beautiful finger nails as she spoke. "If you could just ask Miss
Tyson to double check the statistics, I'm sure you'll find she made a
mistake." They were all gathered together in the school gymnasium,
under the watchful eye of the resident school nurse. They felt cold
and wet and the gloomy old fashioned d├ęcor did little to lift their
spirits. The only windows in the high ceilinged room were fifteen
feet above the ground. They had to be opened by a special winch from
which ran a tight cable. Black and white framed photos of past
sporting achievements were displayed on a far wall, beside some pupil
rankings for hockey matches.
"Well," said Nurse Holloway, "if a mistake has been made..." she gave
the impression of being very concerned. "I had no idea you shouldn't
be here, Debbie. And to think, I was just about to process you
through the basic medical examinations and get you changed into your
school uniform. It's a good thing you pointed out that a mistake has
been made. Heavens." The nurse wore a clean white uniform with a
little cap on her head. An old fashioned fob watch was clipped to a
pocket, and she wore regulation hospital tights.

"Well, I suppose you couldn't possibly know." Debbie gave Dean and
John a look of smug superiority, as if to say, I told you it would
all be sorted out.

"Let me assure you, Debbie, I will not rest nor will I leave any
stone unturned until this terrible mistake is sorted out and you
receive a full and complete apology from Miss Tyson for her obvious
negligence. That you have been inconvenienced in this way is simply
unforgivable."

Debbie smiled and nodded.

"But for the time being, perhaps you would be as good as to strip
and place all your clothes in a small bundle by your feet," added
Nurse Holloway politely. "And the same for you two as well." She
nodded at Dean and John.

"But this is a mistake! I'm not supposed to be here. You agreed..."

"Obviously. And Miss Tyson will look so very silly when we reprimand
her for her mistake. But right now, I need you to strip completely
along with John and Ariana."

"This is an outrage!"

"I agree completely. But procedures must be followed. The world
could plunge into heartless anarchy otherwise. If you like, and you
think it might help, I could always spank you with a riding crop by
way of encouragement?" Nurse Holloway held up a wicked looking crop
whip. She swished it through the air twice.

"That... that won't be necessary..." said Debbie with a sense of growing
unease.

"Are you sure? It really wouldn't be any trouble at all?"

"Quite sure." Debbie reluctantly returned to stand between Dean and
John.

"Excellent! Well then, let's not slow the processing down any
further. Clothes off now! Quick, quick!" Nurse Holloway clapped her
hands in the freezing cold gymnasium hall.

Dean was by now petrified. Did she want him to take his bra off as
well as his uniform? It seemed so. But if he did that it would
suddenly be obvious that he had breast forms stuck to his chest
instead of real breasts. As the Nurse paced up and down the line,
Dean struggled out of his tight uniform, untying the apron and
removing his frilly white cap. The black dress came off, and after
that the petticoats, but he found himself unable to remove the corset
without help. Tutting, Nurse Holloway addressed herself to the
copious laces and fastenings and eventually loosened the corset
enough for Dean to slide it from his body. For the first time in days
he was able to breathe properly, and to be honest it felt strange to
be able to take great lungfuls of air instead of short gasping
breaths. Glancing to his side, he saw John stripped down to his
cotton boxer shorts. A reluctant Debbie was wearing nothing but a
white bra and panties. Dean slipped the high heels from his feet and
rolled the nylon stockings down his legs. Now he too wore only his
underwear. Like the other two inductees, Dean shivered in the
freezing cold of the vast hall. There was a single small radiator at
one end of the hall, but he suspected it wasn't working. Even if it
was, there was no way it could heat such a large room on its own.

"No need to be modest, girls. Time to slip out of your panties and
bras."

John grinned as he pulled the boxers down to reveal an impressive
looking penis. Obviously he had no problem in advertising his ample
length and girth to a couple of hot girls. Debbie however was not
quite so bold. She whimpered softly and had to be encouraged by a
swish of the riding crop to unclip her bra. It lay discarded on the
pile of office clothes as the Nurse tapped her thigh with the tip of
the crop. "Nearly done. Just one last bit of silk to go." A sob
sounded from Debbie as she pulled her panties down to stand there now
absolutely naked. She placed one of her hands quickly over her neatly
trimmed pubic hair and placed the other over her breasts.

"Maids too!" The tip of the crop swished close to Dean's thigh. Now
was the awful moment of truth. He slipped the panties down first,
revealing a tightly secured chastity belt that drew curious glances
from both John and Debbie, and yet strangely enough no comment from
the Nurse. The belt was ambiguous at worst, but the loss of the bra
would be the point of no return.

"Please..." begged Dean. But a swift crack of the crop against one of
his thighs made him squeal loudly. Fearing a second repeat blow, he
unclipped his bra and dropped it to the floor. Suddenly every eye in
the room regarded him carefully.

"You're..." the penny suddenly clicked in Debbie's head.

"Oh my God," said John in alarm. "You haven't got breasts... you're a
man!" He flinched, remembering all the occasions when he had groped
Dean's body.

Dean stood there blushing bright red. His secret was out.

"Well, well," said the Nurse after a while. "Isn't this an
unexpected development." She took a couple of steps forward and
examined the breast forms. "Still, we should be able to cope with two
transitions rather than one."

"I can explain..." whimpered Dean, despite the fact he barely knew
where to begin.

"No need." The nurse smiled as she produced a broad tipped black
marker pen. "You won't need much work." She carefully drew some lines
to the side of Dean's breast forms. Then, turning to face John, she
began to mark his chest area where a girl's breasts would be.

"What are you doing?" The young life attendant looked very confused.

"These lines are where the surgeon will make the incisions." She
stroked the line running parallel with John's right nipple.

"Surgeon?"

"Yes. For the breast implants." Now she turned John around and drew
a couple of lines across his buttocks. "Not forgetting some silicone
implants here to give you a nice girly bottom. You'll have such a
pert little ass tomorrow."

"What?!" Both John and Dean spoke at once. Swish, swish, the black
marker pen struck again, neatly marking incision lines in Dean's
bottom too.

"This is an Academy for girls," explained the nurse. "You need to
fit in. I thought that would be obvious. All our students dress the
same. If you're going to fill out your uniforms properly and not
stand out in class, then you're going to need breasts and a nice
fleshy ass each."

Debbie couldn't help herself. As she realised what John had signed
up for in his ignorance she burst out laughing.

"You can't give me breasts!" screamed John.

"I think you'll find we can. We'll have this locked away too." She
flicked her fingers at his cock. "All our students are belted as it
happens." She glanced at Debbie who suddenly stopped laughing. "We
have a 'no sex while at school' policy here at the Silk and Lace
Academy for Girls that is rigorously enforced. Since there are a few
men on site, we find the best solution is to lock all our students up
in belts."

"No..." now Debbie didn't find this funny any more. "No please, no..."

"If you think I'm going to let you operate on me..." John took two
steps back and glanced down at the broad black lines on his chest.

"What a fuss over nothing," said Nurse Holloway as she closed the
gap like a predatory panther. "It's only for the duration of your
studies. Silicone implants can be taken out as easily as they're put
in. But of course, if you don't want to study here... after all, it
is supposed to be an Academy for girls. I seem to recall it was you
who insisted we couldn't discriminate..."

"But..." John did not look happy.

"But what? I think it would be discrimination of the worst kind to
have one of our pupils treated differently from the rest. But if
you'd rather have your visa cancelled and return home to Greece... Of
course once you've had a visa cancelled, there's really never any
coming back to the US. Immigration are funny like that."

"I don't want to go back to Greece," whimpered John.

"Splendid! All settled then. The doctor will see you early this
afternoon."

"Okay, this stops now. Right now!" Dean had made up his mind. For
once he wasn't being distracted by anything. His mind was clear and
he was in control. For God's sake he was Dean Prentice - the
thrusting and powerful Alpha Male that all lesser Alpha Males looked
up to, hoping to emulate. He was not going to let a gaggle of girls
get the better of him.

To his left he heard Debbie snigger and say, "Oh, this is going to
be good." He shot her a disapproving glare. She wouldn't be laughing
in ten minutes time when he walked out of here in a pair of jeans and
a t-shirt while she'd still be facing six months at school in a
chastity belt.

"You..." he pointed at the nurse. "Nurse Holloway, right?" She
nodded in reply to his question. "Well, listen here, Nurse. Maybe
John's going to put up with silicone implants to give him breasts and
a big ass, but I'm not. And do you want to know why?"

"I am curious," said Nurse Holloway with a smile. "I suspect it's
because you've just outwitted us all, because you're so much cleverer
than me. But do go on and fill in the details."

"Right. Well John's scared of being deported, but you see that won't
work on me because I don't really come from Albania. This is all a
stupid misunderstanding. You obviously had a girl called Ariana
coming over to work here from Albania, but you know what, she used
you. That's right. She took your visa and tickets and came to America
and then disappeared. She never turned up for work. She's just one of
thousands of people working in the US illegally now. You'll never see
her. So then, I end up in her room, because I needed a room, and that
stupid, stupid woman, Miss Tyson, assumed I was Ariana. But you see,
I'm not. I live in the US legally. I don't need a visa. So you don't
have anything to threaten me with. You can't deport me to Albania
because I'm not an Albanian girl called Ariana."

"I can see you really have us at a disadvantage," said Nurse
Holloway with a smile. "I must say we've bitten off more than we can
chew with you, Ariana. I'm really quite scared now." Nurse Holloway
didn't really look very scared.

"I don't need to work here. In fact, I don't want to work here, so
there's no way I'm sitting through six months of school. You really
can't make me."

"Make you?" Nurse Holloway looked surprised. "Make you? We don't
make anyone do anything they don't want to. What do you think this
place is, Ariana? Some sinister and powerful global corporation that
secretly ensnares and feminises unsuspecting men and turns them into
pouting maids, office girls and trophy wives?" Nurse Holloway briefly
thought back to the two firms she had worked for in that vein. Such
rewarding work, offering such incredible job satisfaction. Such
wonderful employers: first Miss Ford and then Miss Daniels. Both
inspired, innovative and forward thinking women who had built such
wonderful companies. Happy days.

"What? No..." Dean looked confused. What on earth was she talking
about. "Places like that don't exist."

Nurse Holloway nodded quickly. "Of course not. But do go on. This is
all very fascinating." She swished her riding crop in the air, for
want of something to do.

"So, that's it really. I only put up with this... this humiliation
for so long because I didn't want you to know I was a man dressed up
as a maid. It's very embarrassing to be found out."

"I can imagine," agreed Nurse Holloway.

"But you see, now that you know that, what have I got to lose? I can
simply put my foot down and tell you this is all over. You know what
I'm going to do now? I'm going to put on a pair of jeans and a t-
shirt and walk out of here. And maybe, just maybe, if you're really
lucky, I may not sue this madhouse. But that depends on how well you
co-operate, starting right now." Dean sniffed. There - that told
them. Now they knew who was in charge.

"Finished?" asked Nurse Holloway.

"Um, yes."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"You don't want to perhaps stamp your foot a couple of times and
pout petulantly?"

"No..."

"Good. Well, Ariana, the way I see things is like this. You're
registered here as Ariana Demisovski from Albania. Now that may not
be your real name, but there's only one way to find out. I'll start
deportation proceedings and we'll soon have everything straightened
out in double quick time. If you are Ariana, well then, you can go
back home to Albania and start a new life working in the hotels
there. Or, I suppose when the immigration police come to take you
away, you can tell them who you really are. Of course you'll be in
custody for a while, sitting in a holding cell in your pretty maid
uniform, because they'll need to check your story out. But I'm sure
once you tell them your real name and address, they can check with
your friends and next of kin whether the sexy looking maid is in fact
resident here in the US. What is your real name by the way?"

"De... uh, I mean..." Dean froze. He couldn't tell anyone what his
real name was. If that got out his life would be ruined.

"De?" Nurse Holloway looked confused. "Denise? DeeDee? Delilah?
Deanna?"

"Um... I mean..."

"Of course the press are bound to get involved." Nurse Holloway
sighed dramatically. "Well, after all, it's a really slow news season
at the moment, so your story is bound to be picked up and syndicated
around the whole country. Still, it's a good job you're not rich or
famous, isn't it? Just imagine if you happened to be rich or famous
and the newspapers found out you had been at a hotel pretending to be
a maid for the last week?" Nurse Holloway winced at the thought of
it. "Oh, but that would be terrible... awful..." She smiled as she
watched Dean's expression change.

"Please..." he whimpered.

"I must say, you've really outwitted us. I'm in awe. Really I am."

"Please..."

"I think you mean, 'please Miss', don't you?"

"Please Miss... don't let the newspapers get involved..."

"Well, it would be out of my hands. Once you're with immigration -
once you tell them the truth... well, there's always someone there
prepared to tip off a newspaper in return for a few thousand dollars.
Oh!" Nurse Holloway stepped forward and checked Dean's face
carefully. "Are you crying now?"

"Sissy..." hissed Debbie.

"So," Nurse Holloway dabbed Dean's eyes with a silk, lacy
handkerchief. She tutted as she saw the state of his mascara now.
"Are we finished with all your nonsense?"

Dean nodded, feeling helpless.

"Ready to begin your school term?"

He nodded again.

"No more silly tantrums about your silicone implants?"

Dean shook his head.

"Good. Now, what would you like your name to be at school? You don't
seem to want to be called Ariana, after all, and you don't want to
tell us your real name."

"Deanna..." he whispered the name with horror.

"Deanna. What a lovely name. I just know you're going to fit in, in
your white socks and short plaid skirt. Welcome to the Silk and Lace
Academy for Girls!"


                               (Three)


It was two hours after the operation and Deanna had reached a new
low in her life. The surgeon had seen her that same afternoon, having
been sent for originally to deal with John, the lift attendant.
Performing two operations in the same day, he had inserted silicone
implants in Deanna' chest and bottom. She stood there now in a small
room used for detention after class, gazing at her reflection in a
wall length mirror. Deanna had noticed that the school had a lot of
wall length mirrors about the place, making it impossible not to
continually catch sight of yourself. She moaned softly at what she
saw: C cup breasts and a pert bottom that balanced her new rack. Even
without the horrible corset on, the effect of large breasts and a
plump rounded bottom gave her a feminine hour glass figure. But with
the corset, which of course the Nurse had laced back on her, the
effect was even more exaggerated. The operation had been conducted
under anaesthetic, and had been relatively quick, requiring simple
incisions - a routine job for an experienced surgeon. But Deanna was
horrified to see that the surgeon hadn't stopped there. With tears
rolling down her cheeks, Deanna touched her lips with the tips of her
fingers. There was a defined and noticeable pout there where some
collagen had obviously been injected to make her lips more kissable.
With the heavy make up, it made her look even more bimboish than she
did before. No one had said anything about collagen injections!
Deanna stamped her foot and started to cry again. As she did, her
body shaking with the tears, her new breasts jiggled above the
corset. They felt very tender as Deanna touched them, her fingers
exploring the areolae and nipples, seeing the surprised look on the
face of the pouting bimbo in the reflection.

It was freezing cold in the detention room as Deanna reached to pick
up her new clothes. the uniform didn't amount to much. A tight white
short sleeved blouse with only two buttons low down on the garment; a
short red plaid skirt that flared out in pleats, a pair of short
white socks, and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes with three inch
heels and shiny buckles. In addition there was of course a pair of
white silk panties with name of the day printed on the front and a
matching bra that fastened at the back.

"Hair is of course to be worn in pigtails while you're a junior,"
said Nurse Holloway as she handed Deanna a pretty pink hair band.

"I look like a girl," sobbed Deanna, as she continued to fondle her
breasts.

"Well, that is the point. We want you to fit in and not feel awkward
in the showers. Think how much fun that will be, scampering into the
communal showers with all the other girls after hockey practice,
squealing and jumping as you all take turns to soap one another down.
It's a good job you're all securely locked in belts. Who knows what
might happen otherwise."

"My breasts feel really tender. Especially the nipples," Deanna
stroked her nipples and felt a warm stirring inside her belt.

"Yes, there's a small implant under each areola. Stimulation of the
nipples by touch or by soft fabrics will be more sensitive than
normal. Best not to play with your breasts if you think that's going
to be a problem. Now, less of the gossip, and on with the uniform."

Deanna clipped the bra around her C cup breasts and moaned softly as
the soft material pressed against her nipples. She pulled the panties
on over her locked belt and likewise pulled each white sock up her
legs. Then it was a case of pulling the white blouse tightly as she
fumbled with the tiny buttons. The blouse felt at least two sizes two
small as the material protested at being buttoned up at all. At any
moment the buttons threatened to pop open if Deanna moved too
quickly. Finally, she drew the short plaid skirt with its flared
pleats in place. It swished around her upper thighs as she stooped to
fasten the shiny Mary Jane shoes, exposing her panties in the process.

"Good. Excellent." Nurse Holloway took a brush to Deanna's platinum
blonde hair and then worked it into two childish pigtails with the
hair bands. Stepping back for a moment, she adjusted the fit of the
blouse and the drape of the skirt. "Marvellous. I think you're really
going to fit in with the other girls." She popped a small stick of
pink bubblegum into Deanna's mouth and closed it. "For being a good
girl during the operation."


                                (Four)


By random chance Deanna had been placed into the same class as
Debbie. The classes were small, capped at sixteen pupils each, and
took place in rooms with old fashioned hinged desks with lids that
could be opened up to store text books and pencils inside. The chairs
were stiff backed and very uncomfortable to sit on for more than
twenty minutes at a time. Since each class was an hour long before
the bell rang, sitting down for that length of time necessitated much
fidgeting which played havoc with Deanna's skirt. Furthermore the
teachers were very strict on unnecessary fidgeting in class. A girl
couldn't risk adjusting her position while a teacher was looking her
way.

"Nice breasts," whispered Debbie, who was seated at the desk to the
right of Deanna. "C cups, right?"

"Yes," whispered Deanna, miserably. Debbie was dressed in the same
tightly buttoned uniform and her hair too was in pigtails that
flopped about as she moved her head. From the way she walked, Deanna
guessed Debbie had been locked into a chastity belt a short while
ago. She didn't look very happy about it. Talking in class was of
course against the rules, and there were so many rules. But for the
moment the teacher was writing a series of sums on the blackboard
with his back turned.

"This is ridiculous," whispered Deanna. "Look at the sums - they
don't make sense." And indeed they didn't. The arithmetic was all
wrong.

1 + 1 = 3
1 + 2 = 5
1 + 3 = 11
1 + 4 = 2
1 + 5 = 1
1 + 6 = 4
1 + 7 = 7
1 + 8 = 23
1 + 9 = 6
1 + 10 = 27

And so on. Deanna stared at the gibberish in despair.

"You weren't around for yesterday's class," whispered Debbie. She of
course hadn't needed breast surgery and so had begun school ahead of
Deanna. "They're serious about this. You'd better start memorising
the sums, otherwise..." She fidgeted and rubbed her bottom.

"Deanna!" The teacher, Mr Kane, suddenly turned round and pointed a
stick of chalk at the girl. "Eight plus one. Quick now."

"Um... um..." Deanna knew the answer wouldn't be nine. She scanned
the list of numbers on the board, but none of them began with eight.
How was she supposed to know this? "Please Sir..." Deanna nibbled her
lower lip nervously. It was a plump, pouty lip full of collagen.

"Twenty three, you stupid girl! Twenty three! Six plus one, quick
now!"

"Um..." Again Deanna scanned the board and suddenly she got it. She
just had to look at the second row of the sums.

"Not quick enough!" barked an angry Mr Kane. "Kissy - you know,
don't you?"

Deanna glanced round and saw that a slim, Spanish looking girl with
light brown pig tails had her hand up already.

"Yes Sir. I do. Six plus one is four."

"Good girl." The teacher approached Kissy and popped a hard boiled
sweet into her mouth by way of a reward. "Well done. Yes, six plus
one is four. Everyone together now."

As one the class recited "six plus one is four." Frightened and
confused, Deanna followed suit alongside Debbie.

Mr Kane scowled at Deanna for a moment before he turned back to the
board and began to chalk some subtraction sums for the class to learn.

"I can't learn this!" whispered Deanna. "Who's the girl who answered?"

"You had better. Things can get very nasty if you don't. And that's
Kissy - class prefect, so don't get on her wrong side." Debbie
subconsciously licked her cherry red lips. All the girls routinely
did. It was something they couldn't help doing. The lipstick
contained some flavouring ingredient, amongst other special
ingredients, that stimulated the saliva glands, causing a reflex
action every thirty to sixty seconds of licking your lips and
swallowing. Try as you might, it would just happen. And of course the
more you licked your lips, the quicker the lipstick needed
replenishing, creating a vicious circle of mirrored compacts clicking
open and lipstick tubes fluttering over pursed mouths. Furthermore,
excessively licking your lips was frowned upon under school rules for
being slutty and not befitting young ladies. Being caught doing it to
often by a teacher could result in a caning or detention. Debbie had
warned Deanna about detention after class.

"Don't, whatever you do, get detention." She looked scared as she
whispered it.

"Why?"

"Detention involves..." Debbie blushed a bright red. "Look, just
don't get detention, all right?"

"Now, what's eight minus three. Anyone?" The sum wasn't on the board
as far as Deanna could see, but before the teacher could finish
saying 'anyone', Kissy's hand shot up in the air.

"Kissy again..." Mr Kane smiled. "Well done, girl. but let's see if
anyone else has worked it out." He glanced around the room and his
eyes fell on Debbie. "Debbie - you haven't said much today. Still
quiet after your detention yesterday?"

Deanna saw Debbie blush and lower her head. She notice her hand that
was holding the pen tremble.

"Come on Debbie. A simple subtraction. Eight minus three. It's not
that difficult." He tapped the blackboard in between two sums that
read '5 - 7 = 10' and '9 - 6 = 12'."

"Please Sir, I know the answer," said pretty Kissy again, her hand
still in the air.

Mr Kane ignored her for the moment. "Debbie!" he barked out loud.

"Eleven, Sir?" Debbie closed her eyes, fearing the worst.

"No! You stupid girl! No!" He threw the piece of chalk and hit
Debbie square on the nose. "Kissy?"

"Eight minus three is eight Sir," said the short Spanish girl.

"Correct! Well done, Kissy! Come on class. All together now."

Sixteen voices chanted out "Eight minus three is eight." As they did
so, the bell suddenly rang announcing the end of the class.

"Good. Now there's going to be a test on this tomorrow. Anyone
scoring less than 70% will be caned in front of the class. You have
your text books, so I suggest you learn your sums tonight before
lights go out. Off you go. Remember, you have typing in room 3B after
lunch."

"Yuk..." Deanna pushed aside her bowl of lukewarm and congealing
semolina with a dollop of cheap jam in the middle. Spoons clattered
against china bowls as a hundred girls in identical uniforms ate
their puddings under the watchful eyes of the teachers seated on a
stage overlooking the rest of the canteen hall. "I'm really not going
to eat this. It tastes like slime."

"You really are so going to eat this if you don't want to be caned
in front of the entire dining hall." Debbie pointed to a sign on the
wall that read 'Girls will eat all food given to them - no exceptions
unless due to a medial note from the nurse'.

Deanna stared down again at the slop that passed for dessert. The
main meal had been a plate containing stewed cabbage, lumpen mash
potato that tasted like it had wood shavings in it, and a tasteless
pork chop that had been a pale grey colour, covered in a watery brown
gravy speckled with air bubbles of grease.

"Is there a problem, girls? Nurse Holloway paused in her marching up
and down between the length and breadth of the dinning room trestle
tables to observe the barely eaten sweet.

"No Miss," said Debbie quickly, as she nudged Deana's knee with her
own beneath the table.

"Any complaints about the food?" The Nurse addressed Deanna directly.

"No Miss..." Deanna lowered her eyes obediently and quickly
commenced spooning the slop back into her mouth.


                                (Five)


The school girls hurried into their familiar pairs in the shower
room with bars of scented soap in hand. For the most part they were
well used to washing one another after an hour long skipping class,
which left Deanna standing there looking confused. Already half the
senior girls had paired up, leaving the remaining pupils a little
more hesitant. Now two blondes from Scandinavia made shy eye contact
and, as if by intuitive signals, approached one another with nervous
smiles. A brunette from Ireland nibbled her lower lip and smiled
hesitantly at a beautiful black girl from Abyssinia. The black girl
eyed the white girl curiously and, after a moment's thought, nodded
and motioned her over with a wiggle of her index finger. Relieved,
the brunette began to lather the black girl's back as she stood
there. To the casual observer it was easy to see who was going to be
the dominant girl out of the two. A soft voice behind Deanna made him
turn round. It was Debbie. Like all the other girls she was naked
except for the tight waterproof belt locked around her sex.

"I... that is... if you want..." She was holding a bar of softly
scented soap in her hand. "I mean, we're both new here and..." Her
eyes dipped quickly from Deanna's ripe breasts to her locked belt and
then back again to the breasts. Debbie was the only school girl who
knew the truth about what was locked away underneath that belt. "But
if you'd rather someone else..."

"Debbie..." Deanna's heart lifted for the first time in ages. He
nodded quickly, "Please, yes..."

Debbie laughed out of relief and began to wet the soap and gently
scrub her shower partner. Luke warm water trickled down Deanna's body
from the shower heads as Debbie moved in close, her own body slippery
now, their two chastity belts briefly touching and rubbing as the
other girls crowded them together to make room under the eight
closely packed shower points. Bottoms rubbed against bottoms and
breasts brushed other breasts as the girls squealed and turned round
in the small confined space. Deanna was in heaven, surrounded by so
much bouncing female flesh, but his attention in particular was drawn
to Debbie. Her hands began to lather first Deanna's breasts, bringing
forth exquisite gasps and sighs as the soap and water teased her
sensitive areolae and nipples, and then the hands dipped low to
massage Deanna's inner thighs. Deanna moved a few centimetres and
found her girlish bottom rubbing that of Kissy's. Oh, but this was
exquisite. And then she was breast to breast with Debbie, and neither
of them could move aside as the other girls, still jostling for space
under the shower heads, pushed them together. Debbie's mouth opened -
her tongue licked her cherry red lips - and before Deanna knew what
was happening, Debbie kissed her. They lingered over the kiss, arms
around each other's waists, oblivious to the cries of surprise and
good natured jeering from the other girls who paused momentarily to
watch this forbidden display. Hands nipped her rounded bottom
playfully to try and break up the kiss, but Deanna ignored the
pinches and jabs. She surrendered herself to Debbie's wonderful kiss
and, for the first time in over a week, felt at peace.

"I thought you didn't like me..." whispered Deanna in between kisses.

"Didn't at first," whispered Debbie back. "You were a maid! Can't be
friends with a maid... we don't like maids..." she stroked the skin
around Deanna's belt line with her fingers. "But when I discovered
you weren't a real girl... that you had a penis down there...
well..." another soft kiss. "Truth?" she looked a little embarrassed.
"The idea of a feminised man turns me on. I think it's when you got
these lovely breasts..." she planted her mouth on one nipple and
sucked softly, sending powerful tremors through Deanna's sensitive
skin. The shower water trickled down their bodies. Their wet hair
streamed down around their faces as they kissed again. "You don't
mind?" Debbie gazed up into Deanna's eyes. "I mean, there are a lot
of girls in this school to choose from."

"Mind? Debbie, I'm happier than I've been in..."

"Stop it!" A hand slapped Deanna's bottom sharply. "Dirty! Filthy!
Stop it!" This was no playful slap but rather a hard spank that
sounded like a crack in the cold shower room. Deanna yelped and
clutched her bottom. Debbie broke away and stared at the sight of
Kissy glaring at the pair of them. "I'll tell teacher!" she said.
"Then you'll both be in trouble." Debbie instinctively separated from
Deanna, fearful of the consequences of a teacher being told. For
although the girls were encouraged to be frisky, anything more than
that was considered taboo to all but senior girls. "Disgusting!" said
Kissy as she stepped between Deanna and Debbie now, forcibly
separating them. "You'll each have 800 lines to do tonight. 'I must
behave myself at shower time.' Neat handwriting, or you'll do double
the lines again." She stood there, three inches shorter than Deanna,
her balled hands at her hips.

Deanna glanced at the lovely Debbie, but Debbie looked away, not
daring to catch her eye. She moved quickly away and joined Kissy's
shower partner, picking up a bar of soap and starting to lather her
instead.

"Bad girl!" said Prefect Kissy again, to Deanna. "You only get one
warning. Now - soap." She handed Deanna a bar and turned her back so
that it could be washed and scrubbed clean. "I'm going to be watching
you in future."


                                (Six)


Days passed. Deanna was roused just before midnight by a pair of
hands shaking her gently awake.

"Wha... who?" She blinked sleep encrusted eyes and tried to focus in
the darkness of the dormitory.

"Sshh." It was Debbie's voice, whispering quietly beside Deanna's
bunk bed. "We mustn't wake the other girls." The other girls in the
class were sound asleep, evidenced by quiet sighs and a few gentle
snores as they dreamed their little secret dreams.

"What's happening?" asked Deanna as she pushed herself up from her
pillow. Debbie was dressed in her silky pink night slip, already
wearing her marabou satin slippers with three inch heels.

"You mentioned it's your birthday tomorrow. So I have a surprise for
you. We're slipping out of the dorm tonight. Just for an hour.
There's a place we can go. Don't make any noise. If we get caught by
a prefect or a teacher we'll be in so much trouble."

"Is it safe?" Deanna looked around the dorm, her eyes slowly
becoming accustomed to the darkness. All fourteen of the other girls
seemed to be sound asleep. But still...

"I think so, but we have to be ever so quiet. Like little mice. Come
on, take my hand." Debbie helped Deanna up and into her own heeled
bedroom slippers. Together they sneaked quietly between the bunk
beds, holding their breath until they reached the wooden door. "This
is the difficult bit. The door has a simple latch on the other side,
but I experimented with a hair pin yesterday when I was last to
leave." Debbie knelt down and produced a long pin from her hair.
There was just enough space to fit the pin between the door and the
door jam. With an upward motion, Debbie easily lifted the latch with
a quiet click. Then, brushing her hair back from her face, she pulled
the door open. There was a squeak from the hinges that sounded
awfully loud to Deanna, but apart from one girl turning in her sleep,
no one seemed to notice.

"Maybe we should go back to our beds..." suggested Deanna, already
fearing the worst.

"Don't be so scared. Girls do this sort of thing all the time."
Debbie took Deanna's hand again and led her quietly down the hallway.
Some moonlight filtered through the windows facing the school
courtyard, enough to navigate by. "The lock on classroom 3B doesn't
work. That's where we're going."

"But why?" Deanna stumbled for a moment and lost one of her
slippers. "Debbie... wait..."

But Debbie didn't wait. The sound of shoes clipping against the
wooden floor could be heard from round the corner. "It's a teacher!
Quick..." She paused only to plant a sudden kiss on Deanna's
surprised mouth before pulling her towards the door to room 3B. There
was no time to be careful, they simply ran the ten yards, pushed the
door open and sprang inside. Debbie closed the door just in time as
the sound of shoe heels on wood rounded the corner.

Now they sat together on the floor of the darkened classroom,
leaning with their backs to the door, breathing heavily and trying
not to giggle. "I thought we were going to be caught," whispered
Debbie as the sound of footsteps faded down the corridor. She turned
round and kissed Deanna again, this time following the kiss up with a
fondle of Deanna's breasts through her silk night slip.

"You drive me to distraction when you do that," sighed Deanna. "They
made these breasts so sensitive..."

"Good." Debbie giggled in the darkness. "I don't know why men who
look like girls turn me on, but they do." She jumped onto Deanna's
lap and playfully rubbed her belt against the one Deanna wore.

"This is so frustrating," whispered Deanna. "I would so love to fuck
you..."

"Mmm I bet you would, sweetie. But these belts aren't going
anywhere, are they?"

Deanna groaned in frustration. "This is so unfair. You have no idea
how much I want you. Why have we come here? We can't do anything?"

"Well, it's your birthday in a few minutes silly, and there is
something we can do." Debbie leaned forward and rubbed her nipples
against Deanna's through their matching silk slips.

"You're teasing me..." groaned Deanna as she felt her penis strain
inside the belt.

"You trust me, right?" Debbie nibbled Deanna's neck and licked
softly at her earlobe with her tongue.

"Yes. I guess so."

"Good. Then up you get. I have a birthday surprise." Debbie helped
Deanna to her feet. With one slipper missing, Deanna followed Debbie
to the large wooden desk at the front of the class. "Lie down on your
stomach and stretch out your arms."

"Why?"

"Just do it, silly!" Debbie gave Deanna's bottom a playful spank.
"But be quiet. We'll be in so much trouble if anyone hears us." She
watched through the gloom as Deanna approached the desk and leaned
over it to lie down on her belly. Quickly, Debbie took the girl's
right wrists and tied a long length of strong ribbon round it. She
pulled the length of ribbon to the top of the table leg facing the
black board and secured it there with a tight knot.

"Debbie..." Deanna still had her left arm free and she instinctively
pulled it back. "I don't like this. What are you doing?"

"Sshh. No talking, sweetie. Someone might hear." Her hands reached
between Deanna's legs and stroked and fondled until the girl's
protest changed to soft gasps of pleasure. "This will be fun. It's
your birthday in a few minutes. I want it to be special for you."

Still harbouring reservations, Deanna offered her left arm and
watched as Debbie tied a ribbon round the wrist and secured that
wrist to the other table leg. Now she gently pushed Deanna's legs
wide apart, lifted the girl's slip and pulled down her silk panties.

"Do you want me, sweetie?" she whispered softly into Deanna's ear.

"Yes... very, very much... I can't remember the last time I had
sex... it's been so long. So very long."

"Well, we can't do anything because of the belts, but I do have
this." Debbie produced a plastic dildo that she placed on the table
in front of Deanna's face. "None of the girls know who originally
brought it in, but it's regularly passed around when birthdays come
up."

"No..." Deanna stated to struggle. "No, I'm not into that sort of
thing."

"Have you ever tried it?" whispered Debbie.

"No... well, I had a butt plug in me when I was at the hotel."

"Not the same thing. This is the closest you're going to get to sex
for six months." Debbie continued to stroke Deanna through her silk
slip and in between her legs. She could see the signs of arousal
taking place - the way Deanna's taut legs were shaking and the way
she gripped the ribbons that secured her hands against the table
legs. "I can't promise you'll come, but this will feel good,
especially because you're tightly secured. Bondage feels great. Trust
me, sweetie."

"Debbie, I know you mean well, but really..." Deanna licked her lips
- the stuff they put into the cherry red lipstick made not doing so
impossible - and swallowed hard as Debbie put the tip of the dildo to
her own lips and kissed it. She continued to lick and suck it for a
few moments, lubricating the tip with her own saliva. Then, while
Deanna still wriggled and whispered horrified gasps of no, Debbie
placed the tip against the girl's ass and began to push it in.

"Hush," she cooed. "Yes, it'll hurt for a moment, but once it's in
you're going to love it."

Deanna started to cry. The thing was big and it did hurt. It hurt as
it slid inch by inevitable inch inside her, pushing and pressing her
ass muscles apart.

"Think like a girl," whispered Debbie. "A girl who is about to
experience sex for the very first time. You're so soft and pretty,
and you've been flirting with me for so long now that this is your
special moment. Yes you're nervous, and a little bit frightened, but
you trust me and you know I wouldn't do anything bad to you." With a
pop the dildo went all the way in and was held firmly in place. Now
Debbie began to thrust gently with it, building up a steady rhythm as
she stroked and caressed her chaste lover, tied and spread across the
table surface.

"Oh! Oh!" Little squeals of surprise left Deanna's mouth. Her body
shook under the tension of the tight and resilient bondage, pulling
and struggling against the bonds, the toes of her feet sliding
backwards and forwards against the polished floor as Debbie continued
to kick them apart as she thrust quicker now with the dildo. "Oh my
God!" Deanna was trembling even harder now as something glorious
began to glow deep inside her. "Oh my God!"

"Yes," Debbie was kissing and licking Deanna's neck and ears.
"That's your special spot. Did you know it was there? Your prostate.
No one's ever touched you here before, have they?"

"No..." whimpered Deanna, her body shaking helplessly in her bonds.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?"

"Yes, oh God, yes!" Deanna's hair had flopped over her face as she
struggled on her belly, rocking her hips in time to the thrusts. She
blew air from her nose and mouth to try and push the long strands of
hair away, but failed. The platinum blonde locks tickled her nose and
hung down in front of her eyes as she was incapable of brushing them
away with her hands.

"Do you feel like a girl now? With a big cock inside you?"

"Yes, yes!" Deanna's face was flushed as she pressed down and
wriggled with her breasts against the rough wooden surface of the
desk.

"This is what it's like to be a girl, to have someone fuck you.
You're my little girl. My lovely beautiful, big breasted girl."
Debbie kissed her again and stroked a hand back and forth around the
girl's inner thighs. "Tell me you're a girl. I want to hear you say
it."

"No... I can't..." whimpered Deanna.

"Then I'll stop. I'll stop doing this."

"I'm a girl! I'm a girl! I'm a girl! Oh God I love you! I love you!"

"Hush!" Debbie giggled as she thrust again. The dildo was easy to
move now. "God you're so loud, Deanna. Someone will hear us!" She
gave the upwardly exposed bottom a sharp spank with the flat of her
hand. "Bad girl! Noisy girl!" The bottom squirmed, so she spanked it
a second time. "You look so sexy like that."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'll try to be quiet." Deanna shook her
head as the dildo tip brushed lightly against her prostate again,
sending delightful shivers through her body. "This is so wonderful! I
love you, Debbie, I love you!"

"Hush!" Debbie felt between her own legs. How she longed to touch
herself, but the tight belt made that impossible. "Really - you have
to be quiet!" She paused and left the dildo inside Deanna as she
stepped away. "We'll get caught. Look..." Thinking quickly, Debbie
slipped out of her silk panties and balled them up in her tight fist.
Then, with a quick motion that Deanna was in no position to stop with
her wrists bound, Debbie thrust her damp panties (for she too by now
was quite excited) into Deanna's mouth. Then, with a third ribbon,
she secured the makeshift ball gag in place. Now instead of crying
out, Deanna could only offer muffled gasps of pleasure. "Happy
birthday, Deanna. I hope you'll always remember and treasure this
one."

It only took a few more thrusts to stimulate the prostate before
Deanna's body stiffened and shook with a series of loud whimpers. A
salty goo leaked out of the belt, dripping and oozing down the side
of the table and on to the floor. But now Deanna wriggled furiously
in her bonds, twisting, rubbing her breasts against the rough wood
again, grinding her ass against Debbie's hand. It was obviously not
enough.

"I know, I know... it's not like actually coming, is it? But it's
the best I can do. All the fun except the actual full blown orgasm."
She watched Deanna sob into her gag and desperately, wildly, try to
squeeze an earth shaking climax out of the point when her trapped
penis leaked a long spurt of come. "It's called 'milking a man'. You
ejaculate semen, but without the best bit of coming. It's as close as
I can give you. Happy birthday, sweet Deanna." She kissed Deanna
again and held her shaking, trembling body until it lay still,
frustrated at not reaching the very peak.

Five minutes later Deanna felt her wrists being freed. She lifted
herself up from the table, feeling the soft, sticky semen drip down
her thigh from inside the belt. She sat obediently on the edge of the
wooden table as Debbie untied the ribbon around her mouth and removed
the sopping wet panties. Heady thoughts raced through Deanna's brain
from the confusing mixture and turmoil of raw emotions.

"Ugh, I can't wear these now," Debbie laughed in a whisper. She held
the dripping wet panties between thumb and forefinger. "Oh my, you do
look a mess." And Deanna did. She looked like a hot slut who had just
come close to a really strong orgasm. Her hair was a bedraggled mess
and her make up was smudged. "Some girl's been fucked well."

Deanna smiled and nodded as she ran her fingers through her wild
tangle of hair. "But this belt..." she pulled at in sheer frustration.

"It can be fun being a girl, right?" said Debbie.

"Well..."

"Answer the question. No lies - I can tell if you lie and I'll have
you over my knee if you do. The truth... it can be fun being a girl,
yes?"

Deanna blushed and crossed her legs at the knee where she sat on the
edge of the table. It was a very feminine gesture. "I guess so.
Sometimes. Just now, I mean." She looked shy and embarrassed as she
said it.

But there was something in her voice that Debbie detected. "But you
don't want to be a girl, do you?"

"Debbie... you have to understand... this is going to end soon.
It'll be over and I'll go back to my real life." Deanna's voice
remained breathless from the sex. Her face was flushed with
excitement, but already the heady moment was receding, and with it
came the doubts, and the sense of humiliation and shame that he was
sitting there with breasts and dressed in a silk night slip.

"Your 'real' life." Debbie snorted. "This is your real life now.
Here, with me. What's so bad about being with me that you talk about
a 'real life'?"

"No it isn't. I have another life out there. I'm somebody important
and I'm going back to that life as soon as I can."

"And these." Debbie touched Deanna's breasts through the silk slip.
"I suppose you'll just have them removed? Go back to wearing
trousers?"

"Of course!" Deanna reached for the loose ribbons and began to tie
her hair back into pig tails. "Debbie, if you like me now, you'll
like me even better when I'm a proper man again. Honestly."

"Oh, will I? You know me that well do you?" She turned round and
paced towards the blackboard before turning to face Deanna again.
"You know what I want in life do you? Wow! You must be such a mind
reader." She sounded angry.

"Be reasonable. I'm rich. Really, really rich. I can give you
whatever you want when I'm out of here. I like you. I really like
you. We can still see each other when I've got away."

"Oh, I'm so happy to hear that!" she snapped. "That makes me feel so
good!" Her voice dripped the same sarcasm it did that morning when
she had spoken to Deanna in the van before arriving at the school.
"Lucky me."

"I don't know why you're suddenly acting like this, Debbie. You must
know everything's going to return to normal. I'm not always going to
look like this."

"Really? Well, we'll just see about that, won't we."

"You're being ridiculous now." Deanna got up from the desk, her hair
now flopping in two matching pig tails. She paused to pull her
panties up between her legs and frowned as she felt the leaking semen
stain them. "I think we should get back to the dormitory before
anyone misses us. If Kissy wakes up and we're not in our beds..."

"Fine. Whatever you say, Princess." Debbie fast walked towards the
classroom door in a self contained rage.

"I lost one of my slippers out in the corridor," said Deanna as she
followed the girl. "If you see it..."

"Oh, just shut up!" Debbie yanked the door open without bothering to
be particularly quiet. As she stepped outside, closely followed by
Deanna, they both came face to face with the disapproving figures of
Mr Kane and Nurse Holloway. They had, it seemed been waiting outside
for several minutes. In his left hand Mr Kane held a marabou heeled
slipper.

"Good evening girls," said Nurse Holloway with a smile. "Have we
been enjoying ourselves tonight, hmm?" She looked at the pair of
soaking wet panties held in Debbie's right hand. "Oh. Well, yes, it
looks like we have..."


                               (Seven)


The punishment was of course severe. Debbie was moved to another
class on the other side of the school - the one that John, now Janey
belonged to. From now on Deanna would only catch a brief sight of
Debbie, perhaps while she played hockey or skipped outside on the
sports field as Deanna walked past a window looking out. The
scheduling of the classes made any closer contact virtually
impossible. But that in itself was not the punishment. There was a
caning, in front of the entire school. Thirty stokes across the
buttocks for each of them from the headmaster. For a week it hurt
Deanna to sit down.

And then there was detention.

"Two weeks detention," Nurse Holloway had said. But possibly only
for one of the culprits. And then at last Deanna had discovered what
detention entailed. Every evening after school, for two hours,
detention involved making your mouth available to the teachers in the
staff room. The hapless girl would be locked in a set of stocks with
her face at crotch height, with a clear, hard plastic brace fitted in
her mouth, forcing it permanently open, and covering the girl's teeth
with soft foam. It would leave the mouth open just wide enough to
allow the snug fit of an erect penis to slide in and out. Detention.
Two weeks. "But perhaps only for one of you," explained the Nurse
with a smile. "The thing is, you decide."

Debbie wept first of course, as she had earned herself a single
detention at the start of her schooling. She knew just how bad it
would be.

They were taken in to separate rooms and Nurse Holloway explained
what was going to happen. "You will each have a piece of paper on and
it with two options. You can either accept detention or reject it. If
you both accept detention, you both receive ten days. If one accepts
detention, and one doesn't, the person who accepted gets twenty days
and the person who doesn't gets ten days. If neither of you accepts
detention, 2 more days are added and we play again. When the total
detention reaches 30 days, the game stops and you both receive 30
days. Now we begin."

Deanna was given a piece of paper. In the other room he knew Debbie
also had the same sheet of paper. Before they began they were allowed
to see each other, supervised, for a couple of minutes, with the
proviso that they mustn't talk. Talking would add days to the
detention total.

Nurse Holloway watched as they sat together, holding hands, silently
looking into each other's eyes. They were allowed to kiss briefly,
but they didn't. Not with Nurse Holloway watching, and anyway, their
discovery had been on the cusp of an argument that had not been
resolved. It was an uneasy meeting. And then they were taken away.

Deanna stared long and hard at her piece of paper. Two boxes. Two
choices. Could she really face ten days of sucking men's cocks? She
had done it once - once in the hotel with Mr Grimm and it had been a
traumatic experience. She wasn't sure she could possibly go through
with it again.

"Is something wrong?" asked Nurse Holloway softly as she watched
Deanna study the sheet of paper. "Are you thirsty? I could get you
some water?"

Deanna nodded.

"It's a difficult choice, isn't it? Do you think of yourself, or do
you think of your schoolgirl friend, who after all may only be
thinking of herself." The nurse handed Deanna some water.

"This is horrible..." said Deanna as she fought back some tears.

"It is, isn't it." Nurse Holloway patted Deanna's hand reassuringly.
"But then that's why they call it 'punishment' after all."

Deanna's hand hovered over the punishment box. She should do the
right thing: take her share of what would be done to them. But...
could she go through with it? And what if Debbie chose the other box.
They had argued after all. Deanna sniffed and wiped her face with her
hand.

"You have five minutes, and then we add another two days to the
punishment," said Nurse Holloway as she glanced at the clock. "I'm
just going to see your girlfriend now. See how she's doing in there."
She left the room to go and talk to Debbie. Five minutes. Deanna
moved her hand over to the 'no punishment' box and hesitated there
too. It was ten days sucking men's cocks! Or possibly even twenty. At
least for Debbie it wouldn't be quite so bad. After all, she was a
real girl - she at least liked men, Deanna didn't. But she'd be
expecting Deanna to tick the first box and share the punishment. She
moved her hand and the pen back to the first box. Oh God, but how
could she cope with ten days in the stocks... at the mercy of all the
men in the staff room. After all, how well did she really know
Debbie? Would she be even likely to see her again? And what if Debbie
simply ticked the 'no punishment' box, leaving Deanna to suffer it
all. Now she moved her hand back to the 'no punishment' box.

Three minutes later Nurse Holloway returned with a smile on her
lips. "Well, well, that was interesting."

Deanna looked up, trying to read the nurse's expression.

"No dear - no clues. But oh, the things little Debbie said." She
smiled. "Less than sixty seconds to decision time, unless you want
the punishment total increased and have us start again. I can do that
you know. It's really no trouble at all."

Deanna sobbed and ticked one of the boxes. With tears rolling down
her cheeks she sunk her head into her hands as the Nurse pulled the
sheet away.

The girls had to wait in their separate rooms for half an hour
before they were visited one at a time by Nurse Holloway. Deanna had
no way of knowing whether she was the first or second girl to receive
a visit. But when the nurse walked in, she had a pleased expression
on her face.

"Well played, Deanna. We've looked at the results and... well,
Debbie ticked yes to sharing the punishment and you ticked no, so
that means she gets the full twenty days and you get none. Oh, you
clever girl."

"What?" Deanna looked up, confused. "No... wait, I ticked the first
box - the one that said I'd accept my share of the punishment."

"No..." the Nurse shook her head and glanced back at the two pages.
"No you didn't."

"Yes I did!" Deanna was certain about that. She had ticked the first
box.

"Well here, see for yourself..." the nurse handed over the sheet.
And yes, there was the tick, in Deanna's style, in the first box that
read 'no punishment'.

"No! Wait... this isn't right... the first box was 'punishment'."
Deanna stabbed her finger at the writing. "It was the second box that
said 'no punishment'."

"I think some scatter brained little miss may have got confused.
First box, on the left, was no punishment on both forms. Here..." she
showed Deanna Debbie's form where Debbie had ticked 'punishment' on
the right.

"No, no, no! You did something... you took another sheet of paper
with the boxes the other way around and you copied my tick... you
did."

Nurse Holloway sighed. "And why would we do that exactly? We
wouldn't get any satisfaction from rigging the results. This is your
form, the one you looked at for ten minutes, and that's what you
signed."

"No... no... I didn't... I didn't..." but doubt was now creeping
into Deanna's mind. She had ticked the left hand box, definitely, but
had she really read the boxes correctly? Or had she subconsciously
gone for the 'no punishment one' when decision time came. No - that
was impossible. They were simply trying to mess with her head. It was
part of the punishment. It must be. But there was now that niggling
small spark of doubt that in time would grow and grow and grow...

"Debbie has of course been told the result. She's been taken away to
get ready for her first evening of detention. Oh, how she cried. I
don't know what was worse for her - the thought of twenty days
detention or the realisation that you had ticked 'no punishment'.
Twenty days..." Nurse Holloway sighed. "She must really love you,
Deanna. Oh, but isn't love wonderful..."


                               (Eight)


"I am not happy with you. Not happy at all." Gemma Layton strode
into the empty class room with a face like thunder. Deanna sat behind
a desk, her pens neatly arranged in front of her. She had been told
to wait behind after Math because she had a visitor. "Do you have any
idea how difficult it has been to find you?"

"Gemma..."

"Don't 'Gemma' me! I can't believe you just up and left without even
telling me where you were going. Did it not even occur to you that I
might have needed your help during the negotiations with Mr Grimm and
his team? There I was working to save your company, and you just
disappeared. Was it some sort of family crisis, I wondered? Something
sudden and important? No. You just decided it would be fun to enrol
in a school academy for six months. You are the most unbelievably
selfish man I have ever met." Gemma suddenly paused and for the first
time since entering the room looked carefully at Deanna. "You look...
different..." She reached a hand out and prodded Deanna's breasts
through her thin, tight blouse. "Those aren't... those aren't breast
forms..." She took hold of Deanna, pulled her to her feet and turned
her round. "And your bottom... it didn't look like that before."

"Gemma..." Dean whimpered softly.

"Quiet!" now she examined Deanna's lips. "Have you had collagen
injections in your lips?"

Deanna nodded miserably.

"My God - these are real breasts... you've had implants!" She shook
her head. "You are such a slutty tramp! Is this what you've been up
to? You are unbelievable!"

"You don't understand, it's not like that. Nurse Holloway..."

"Oh, I think I'm beginning to understand only too well. You couldn't
wait to get into a skirt, could you? Why, I'm beginning to think you
engineered the whole situation when you insulted Mr Grimm in the shop
just so that you could dress up."

"Gemma!"

"Quiet. I don't want to discuss it any further. But for goodness
sake, button up your blouse! I can see your bra!"

"It won't button up any further. There aren't any more buttons..."

"Sweet Lord in heaven, please give me strength," said Gemma as she
crossed herself, closed her eyes and said a little prayer. "Now
listen. I don't know your company the way you do. There were so many
questions that I couldn't answer on the spot; questions that I could
have referred to you, but no, you weren't there, so I had to spend
long, long hours trying to find the information the hard way. We
could have finished the talks days ago if you hadn't flounced off to
roleplay some filthy minded fantasies here. I mean, look at you -
you're dressed like a school girl! Have you no shame at all?" Gemma
reached out and plucked at the hem of Deanna's skirt. "Look at the
length of this skirt. It barely covers your panties. And the pleats -
they must swirl round your thighs whenever you move."

"Yes, they do..."

"You look like a cheap tart. Really, Mr Prentice. I'm ashamed of you."

"It's the uniform here! They make me wear it!"

"They make me wear it... listen to yourself. It's pathetic." Gemma
straightened the short plaid skirt and tried to tug it down to cover
an extra inch of skin, to no avail. "White socks, shiny Mary Jane
shoes... tell me, how long have you been doing this sort of thing in
secret?"

"Gemma, I haven't, I swear..."

"And still you lie to me." She sniffed. "Don't you ever tell me the
truth? All the dry cleaning you used to send me to collect. Was it
skirts and dresses that you were too embarrassed to collect yourself?"

"No! For God's sake, Gemma, you used to just collect my suits and
shirts."

"I doubt that very much now. Such a tramp... So anyway, you have only
yourself to blame for what's happened."

"What do you mean?"

"I would have thought it would be obvious. In fact I'm surprised you
haven't mentioned it already."

Deanna looked confused. Out of force of habit she checked her socks
and then looked at her nails. There was a small chip of pink varnish
that needed to be touched up. Luckily a teacher hadn't spotted the
imperfection before she had.

Gemma sighed. "What date is it?"

"Um..." Deanna tried to remember, but the days had blurred as the
weeks had gone by. Was it Wednesday today or Thursday? She really
wasn't sure. The only way to be sure of course was to check her
panties, as the name of the day was printed on each pair. "Thursday?"
Deanna suggested with hesitation in her voice.

"I mean the date, not the day. And anyway, it's Friday. Don't you
know it's Friday? You disappeared on the 15th June. You've been gone
for 17 days, so what does that make it?"

Deanna nibbled her lower lip as she did the mental arithmetic. 15 +
17 was a tricky one, but they had covered that in class recently.
"Nine," said Deanna quickly.

"What?" Gemma frowned.

"15 + 17 = 9."

"What? No it doesn't. What's wrong with you?" she tutted. "It means
the date is the 2nd July."

"Oh." Deanna tried to remember. There was something important about
the beginning of July... She tried to stop thinking about other
important things like checking her hem line and whether her socks
needed pulling up.

"The futures that you bought?" said Gemma. "Mr Prentice, what are
you doing?" She noticed Deanna had a small compact mirror out and was
routinely checking her make up.

"I'm sorry..." Deanna clicked the compact shut. "It's force of habit...
Nurse Holloway smacked me last week when she saw my lipstick wasn't
fresh. They're very strict about that round here."

"Well you can check it later. This is important. The 1st July was
the date for the Futures you bought."

Deanna remembered now. It had been an easy way to make a fast
profit. As soon as it became apparent to the markets that Amalgamated
Amalgamations were close to signing a deal with Prentice Industries,
the share price would shoot up from its depressed position. All Dean
had to do was manipulate the time table of the talks to ensure a deal
was signed at the optimum time for him to profit from the situation.
And so, in anticipation of a deal that no one else in Wall Street
knew about, he had secretly bought ten million shares in his own
company with a future purchase date of the 1st July at an agreed
price of $9.79 a share. At the time of the transaction the fund price
had stood at $10.33 a share. Only Dean knew that by the 1st of July
news would have broken on Wall Street about the impending deal with
Mr Grimm, and by Dean's calculations that would have sent the share
price spiralling up to a previous high under his mother's regime of
at least $14.51 a share. Buying and selling his shares on the very
same day as he bought them would have given him a gross profit
overnight of $41,800,000, less share dealing fees. Was there any
easier way of making large sums of money? Dean didn't think so.

It was of course at the time a dead cert that negotiations would
have been complete by the 1st July. Now it dawned on Deanna that
during her absence Gemma had not brought the deal to completion,
which meant the market probably wasn't speculating by buying up
Prentice shares with wild abandon.

"Um... Gemma..."

"Yes, Mr Prentice?"

"What is the share price today?"

Gemma sighed. "This is your own fault, Mr Prentice. Yesterday you
purchased ten million shares in your company, at an agreed future
price of $9.79 a share. That's $97,900,000 worth of share purchases."

"What's the current price, Gemma..." Dean suddenly had a horrible
thought.

"The lack of leadership in your company hasn't been very beneficial
towards market confidence. The financial markets do not like
uncertainty."

"What's the share price, Gemma? Gemma?"

"$5.37 a share." Gemma folded her arms.

"But... but..."

"The difference between your timed purchase and re-sale of the
shares cost you $44,200,000, Mr Prentice."

Deanna felt faint. Suddenly the room was spinning around her. She
needed air. She needed some water to drink. She needed to check her
make up... Gemma watched as Deanna opened her compact again without
realizing she was doing so. Quickly she took the opportunity to apply
some more of the cherry red lipstick. After all, a teacher could come
by at any moment. Deanna licked her fresh lips. She couldn't help
herself - the additives in the lipstick tube made sure of that. And
of course, the more she licked her lips, the more often she had to re-
apply fresh lipstick. It was a vicious circle that never ended.

"Your broker had to sell some of your existing shares to pay the
difference. We managed to sell after the event at a healthy $4.63 a
share."

"But that's less than the current price!"

"Well, offloading a lot of shares quickly in one go depresses the
price, Mr Prentice. It can't be helped. It was only a temporary blip
while you sold. The price then recovered afterwards to $4.93 a share.
Isn't that good news? Anyway, your broker covered your loss by
selling 9,546,437 shares."

Deanna's face went deathly pale. "That's over half my share
portfolio!"

"Well," Gemma studied her folder. "67.79% to be exact. But don't
despair, Mr Prentice - we can still turn this ill fortune around."

"How?"

"Your basic plan was sound, but fell apart at the crucial moment
because your absence slowed down the negotiations with Amalgamated
Amalgamations. But look... the market still doesn't know anything about
these secret negotiations we're having! When news gets out, just
before we sign, the share price will rocket. All you have to do is
authorize another purchase of futures in Prentice Industries today.
Say, to take effect for a fortnight from now?" She produced a set of
papers from Deanna's broker. "I've worked out that a modest $4 a
share rise in the price will cover your losses to date on a purchase
of futures of 11,050,000 shares. Now, we can get an option price of
$5.65 a share, which is pretty good."

All these numbers were making Deanna's head hurt. It was so much
more complicated than the sums she did at school.

"Shall we say you'll purchase 12,000,000 shares, just to turn a
decent profit?" Gemma thrust a pen into Deanna's right hand. "Lovely
nails by the way."

"Thank you." Deanna had spent a lot of time on them this morning.
"Are you sure about this Gemma?"

"The only way is up now, Mr Prentice. Surely you don't want to
settle for a forty four million dollar loss do you?"

"No..." Deanna signed her male name on the forms.

"Well done." Gemma took the forms back with an encouraging smile.
"Now on to other things..."

"Gemma..."

"Yes?"

"I've got cookery class in ten minutes time. If I'm late I'll be
caned in front of the class."

"Cookery?" Gemma sighed. Mr Prentice's hobbies were really becoming
tiresome.

"Yes, and then Sewing, and then Practical Hair and Nail Care
followed by Grade 2 Typing."

"Well, I'll be quick then." Gemma shook her head in dismay. Why had
she never realized this about Mr Prentice? She resolved to look on
the internet tonight after dinner with Mr Grimm, and read up about
men who secretly wanted to be women. Maybe there would be some web
sites that could advise her how best to deal with the situation.
"Now, we've just about reached the due diligence stage of the
operation, when Mr Grimm's team would come into our office and set up
on one of the floors to go through our operating procedures and
suchlike, and... Mr Prentice, are you looking at your make up again?"

"Sorry..." Deanna snapped the compact shut again and fumbled with the
blusher. It was just so fiddly with these long nails. "I forget I'm
doing it sometimes... it's just becomes so routine after a while.
Before I know it I'm touching up my foundation or blusher. The
teachers, and Nurse Holloway... they get angry if we don't check our
make up often." She looked round fearfully for any sign of a teacher.
Some of them deliberately wore soft soled shoes so that they could
sneak up on girls. It would take at least five minutes to get to
cookery class on time in these heels. She had graduated to four inch
shoes, and running was of course out of the question in school
corridors. If she was late... well, it didn't bear thinking about.

"The thing is, if Amalgamated Amalgamations turn up at our head
office then the cat is effectively out of the bag. The markets will
hear about it, and any chance of making a quick profit with your
future options... Mr Prentice, stop playing with the end of your pig
tails!" Gemma slapped his right hand away. "Honestly, no wonder you
get caned so much around here. Can't you sit still for just five
minutes?"

"Please Gemma, I'm going to be late for class..." Deanna couldn't help
fidgeting again.

"You're not going until I say so. So sit still and behave." Gemma
waited until Deanna settled down. "Where was I? oh yes. So, we can't
really work in Prentice Tower, can we?" Gemma sighed. Deanna was
looking fearfully at the wall clock. "I said can we?" She tapped her
foot on the floor.

"No, no we can't..." She really had to leave in the next minute or two
if she was going to have any chance to get to Cookery before the
penalty bell rang. Deanna rubbed the heels of her shiny shoes
together under the table with growing anxiety and checked that her
white socks were straight. They were baking bread today and being
tested on correctly tied aprons. The bows at the back had to be
absolutely symmetrical, or else Miss Glazer would single the hapless
girl out for punishment. Deanna licked her cherry red lips again.

"So here's what I've agreed with Mr Grimm. We're quite comfortable
here, and it turns out there's office space to rent behind the hotel
buildings. We're going to lease a floor for a month, maybe two to be
on the safe side, and set up a secret due diligence operation here.
I'll bring in some of the best girls from our office to head the
operation. Helen who's in charge of the typing pool for example. And
we'll recruit some junior staff from this school to carry out the
more menial tasks. Isn't that a great idea?"

"Please Gemma..." the big hand on the clock clicked to read five
minutes before class. She would have to risk running part of the way
and hope that she wasn't spotted running in a corridor or hallway. It
would be difficult - her four inch heels would be noisy against the
wooden floor.

"And here's the best bit. You'll be working right under Mr Grimm's
nose. Silly man - he really hasn't seen through your disguise in the
slightest. You must be so happy. Everything seems to be working out
wonderfully!"

2 comments:

  1. What great stories, they should make this epic in a Hollywood movie series? I'm also getting wet from the sexy story lines! Suzanne.

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    1. Ariana or Deanna at this point, what difference does it make? Hillary C.

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