Lessons in the Basement

Photo-story from Uniform Girls 45 featuring Amber Scott (aka Suzy Sleaze)

‘I won’t be able to see you after school today,’ Mandy Farlow told her boyfriend Simon Ranford. ‘I’ve got to see the Head.’

Wrinkling her pretty nose in a gesture of annoyance, Mandy said she wasn’t sure what it was about. Probably nothing much — but you couldn’t say no to the Headmaster, could you?

Simon muttered an expletive and demanded, ‘What does that dirty bugger want!’ Because of course Mandy was an extremely good-looking girl, the best looking in the Sixth Form. She was not tall but had a lovely shapely figure and her pretty face with its full-lipped, sexy mouth was set off with a ravishing halo of shoulder-length ash-blonde hair. Simon could easily imagine the Head wanting to get his hands on her — as he imagined almost every other male around, from 15 upwards, was eager to do the same.

Mandy smiled and, with no one else there in the corridor, gave Simon a quick sexy kiss. Actually it wasn’t the Head, Mr Finbury, whom Mandy had to see. It was one of the school governors called Mr Ramley, but Mr Finbury had arranged it and it was simpler just to tell Simon she had to see him.

‘I don’t need to tell you that Mr Ramley is a Very Important Person,’ the Head had stressed when he had called Mandy in to his office. ‘Very important for the school.’ Mr Finbury’s hand had then reached behind her and given Mandy’s round bottom a firm squeeze. Because yes, he did fancy this lovely blonde Sixth-Former.

Mandy naturally didn’t tell Simon about the bottom squeeze, as she hadn’t mentioned any of the other sly fondlings of her bottom or boobs by Mr Finbury in the past. They weren’t anything to get excited about and a girl needed to keep in her Headmaster’s good books if she wasn’t an academic star or a particularly hard-working student either. And for the same reason Mandy hadn’t argued about seeing this Mr Ramley. She hadn’t raised any objections. Even though she was going to see him down in the basement. Not in Mr Finbury’s study. The entrance to the basement, which housed the central heating boilers, was close to the school’s rear gate. This entrance was not frequently used so someone could slip in quietly by that gate with no one likely to see them. And as this wasn’t going to be what you would call an official visit to the school Mr Ramley probably didn’t want to be seen.

If necessary of course he could say it was a visit made for disciplinary reasons. He was supporting the Head in a disciplinary matter. That sounded alright, if you put it that way. As long as you kept it at that. Kept off the bare and basic facts. The basic fact that George Ramley was seeing this very good-looking member of the Sixth Form down in the school basement. Where he would be smacking her bare bottom. Making her take down her knickers and then enthusiastically spanking her ripe and womanly bottom.

No, that wouldn’t look so good. In the local press — and then no doubt very quickly in the national tabloids. George Ramley didn’t like to contemplate that possibility, the thought could bring him out in a cold sweat. But after school, slipping unobtrusively in through the back gate and quickly down in the basement, that was alright. The basement was safe and private, with a door at ground level which was normally kept locked and which could be locked from the inside. So there was no real danger.

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Mandy waited in the dim light in the alcove which was just round the side at the foot of the basement’s wooden stairs. Very shortly there would be the sound of Mr Ramley’s heavy tread as he descended those stairs. She wasn’t scared. Well not really, though her heart was certainly beating faster. It was more a feeling of excitement. Excitement with a definite scary edge to it though.

She had been down here before. A couple of times with the Head, for disciplinary shortcomings. Being late, and not handing in work on time. Mr Finbury had spanked her bottom on each of those occasions. Spanking a girl’s bottom was of course not an officially approved punishment in this day and age. So Mandy could have refused to agree to it. Just as she could theoretically complain about those hands which in his study would slide over her boobs and bottom. Or her pussy… Mandy would squirm away — but usually only after letting the hands have their eager way for a while. It was a turn-on for one thing, letting the Head do those things. And also she wanted to keep in his good books. So Mandy didn’t complain, not really, and she hadn’t really argued about those spankings. They had been a turn-on too of course.

Mandy had also been down here once before with Mr Ramley. The same thing. Some more work not handed in on time, that was the reason, or excuse. And Mr Ramley, who was one of the governors and therefore a Very Important Person, wished to get involved in this disciplinary matter. Wished to spank this pretty Sixth-Former’s bottom in other words. Mr. Finbury had persuaded her to agree. It had been OK. And yes, a turn-on too.

That was why Mandy’s heart was thumping now. That feeling of scary excitement. She bit her lip, and slid her hand down to the apex of her thighs, to the firm bulge of her pubis. Her fingers sliding in to the hot softness underneath. Squirming she pulled her hand away. She was getting wet already. Then she heard the door at the top opening. And closing. The click of the lock.

Mr Ramley was a big man of perhaps 50, with a heavy florid face. He was carrying that big stick, as before. Not for hitting you with! — but for sitting on, a shooting stick. Mr Ramley perched himself on it and beckoned Mandy close.

‘Hello young lady. Well, well. Mr Finbury tells me we’re getting a bit slack again. Is that right?’

George Ramley’s eyes eagerly taking her in. This delicious blonde in the very abbreviated navy skirt and matching cardigan. The cardigan open to show the ripe swell of her full tits in the white blouse on either side of her blue-striped school tie. Yes those tits and the creamy expanse of bare thigh. His fingers had been itching for this. Imagining the touch of this warm young flesh. And now here it was. Submissively waiting. His hand reached out. His fingers clasping round one of her inviting boobs. The pretty girl’s eyes opened wider but she didn’t otherwise move. Apart from trembling. He could feel that, the soft warm flesh trembling under the thin blouse. And there didn’t seem to be much else. Nothing else, under the blouse. His fingers finding the nipple. It was erect, sticking firmly out. His finger and thumb rubbing it. As at the same time he felt the corresponding stiffness tight in the front of his trousers. Yes George Ramley had a hard-on alright. His rammer like an iron rod. And it was telling him it wanted something. The something being this hot Mandy of course. Not just what he’d had last time but the other too. It really wanted to get in there.

George shifted his position on the stick, easing slightly the tightness of his turgid prick. As his fingers went to her other ripe boob. And then down. To the hem of the very short skirt. His voice thickly bringing out trite statements, about discipline. As his fingers reached up under. For the crotch of her tight knickers. The hot bulge of her pussy. His finger rubbing along the line of her slit. Bringing a breathy gasp from her. She stumbled slightly, but not squirming away. No, she had just opened her legs a little, allowing his hand more access. Her blue eyes were big, her ripe mouth slightly open. She was pushing down. Riding her hot slit on his working fingers.

Could he? Because she certainly seemed to be a hot one. Girls of this age frequently were. Wanting it. Wanting to start if they hadn’t done so already. Or so George Ramley imagined. The thought of doing it had been in George’s mind ever since last time. When he had pulled her knickers down and got briskly to work on her quivering bare bottom. Had Finbury perhaps done it? The other? Finbury had spanked her bum of course, he had got him to admit that. The Head laughing uneasily, not happy about admitting it. But the other. Giving her the other. Getting his stiff thing up. He hadn’t pressed him on that. But if the Head had, well then.

But a spanking. She certainly needed that. Whether or not there was to be any consideration of the other. Yes, her knickers down again. And maybe a bit more besides this time. There was no hurry. Although there was always that hotly alarming thought lurking somewhere in his head. Of being surprised. In a most compromising position, as they said. The sudden blinding flash of a press camera. The thought was there but at the moment kept well down, with so much more really hot stuff sitting on top of it. Yes there was time.

Taking his hand from between her legs he got to work. ‘We’d better get on then. Give you something, eh?’ As he began pulling off the cardigan. ‘Warm your bottom up. And this time… we’ll have a few more things off. So I can do a proper job, eh?’

The little skirt sliding down. And then the blouse. Why not? Have a look at her lovely titties. Pulling it open. No, the sexy girl had nothing underneath. Nothing except these really lovely titties. Big ones, and with big pink nipples erect and sticking firmly out at him. Because she was a sexy girl and turned-on, hot for hits, hot to have herself handled. To have her bare bottom spanked. And the other too…?

He gave her a good spanking. Over his knee as he perched on the shooting stick. With everything off except her open blouse and the school tie pulled right up round her shoulders. That and her shoes and ankle socks still on. But otherwise… all bare, hot squirming flesh. Because he really let her have it. Really whacking his big hand down. She needed it, a big girl of this age needed a proper taste of discipline. Yes she was squirming and writhing. Uttering gaspy yelps. But probably enjoying it too. Because she was really wet between her legs. By the time he had finished certainly. Her pussy all hot and wet. He got his hand there, after he had finally finished walloping her. His hand in between her shuddering legs. And she wanted it alright. His hand at her hot, wet pussy. His fingers brought her off, without any trouble. Rhythmic writhings of her hips and the now bright-red bottom. And then the high-pitched ’Eeek! Eeeeeek…!! Aahhhh… aaaahhhh…!!’ As she came.

He didn’t do the other. Not this time. He would have a word with the Head first. Yes he would have a word with Finbury. And then, next time.

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Mandy hadn’t done it. Not yet. She had thought about it alright, and of course Simon wanted to. It was a frequent subject of conversation when they were together. Simon got quite uptight at times because she wouldn’t let him do it. He had awful visions that maybe Mandy would let someone else do it. That maybe she already had! Or at least might at any time. The thought that someone else had done it with Mandy, or might, and not himself was really the most sickening thing Simon could imagine. He hadn’t said any of that to Mandy of course, just that he really wanted to and why wouldn’t she? Other girls did. Other girls in their class.

Yes maybe they did but somehow Mandy wasn’t prepared to say yes. , She did want to. She would definitely like to try it. But somehow she hadn’t yet said yes. One thing of course was that it was a hold she had over Simon. Because once he had done it he wouldn’t be so desperate for it. He would still want to alright but not with that same urgency. And Mandy liked that urgency, that desperation for her body. Sometimes it was a bit of a nuisance but generally it was a big turn-on.

No Simon couldn’t do it, not the whole proper thing, but he did get something instead. Mandy would handle his stiff prick. Unzip him and take it out and stroke it in her soft feminine hand. Masturbate him in fact. Stroke him up to orgasm and bring his white stuff spurting out. That certainly was the next best thing for Simon — and Mandy was very keen on it too. It was a big turn-on — but she didn’t tell Simon that. She was just doing it for his pleasure, that was what she said.

But now the Head was asking Mandy that question. Not about wanking Simon, Mandy would certainly have denied that, red-faced probably, but about doing it. Asking her in his study two days after that session she had with Mr Ramley down in the basement. Mr Finbury putting that direct question, after leading up to it in an oblique way having introduced the subject of pre-marital sex, teenage sex. Then going on to the subject of girls at school doing it. And finally what he had clearly been leading up to — herself. Did she and Simon Ranford do it? (Because the Head knew that Simon was her regular boyfriend, he liked to keep tabs on that sort of thing.)

Mandy shook her head. No. Maybe blushing slightly too, that the subject had been raised. Mr Finbury got up from his chair and came round to perch on the front of his desk close to where she was standing. ‘No need to be shy,’ he said. ‘You can tell your headmaster.’ And his hands came out and took hold of Mandy’s tits, which two days earlier of course Mr Ramley down in the basement had got out of her blouse and been groping. That had been a real turn-on. His big male hands at her bare boobs — and all the rest of what he had done. Scary! Not wanting it — but wanting it too at the same time.

Mandy quivered now as Mr Finbury gently squeezed her boobs. Shaking her head again. ‘No. Really… I… we… haven’t. Not at all.’

Still squeezing them Mr Finbury said well, a lot of girls did. Nowadays. As probably Mandy knew. And of course it was sometimes better to start with someone more experienced. An older man. That was better than starting with a boyfriend who of course at that age didn’t know a lot, wouldn’t have a lot of experience.

And still feeling Mandy’s boobs (which was now getting her going a bit) the Head said she should think about it. And if she wanted he could lend her some books. Books on sex. It could be helpful to read a bit.

Mandy said a breathy, ‘Yes. Yes sir. I will… think about it. Some more.’

Did the Head mean… that he wanted to do it? When he said that about older men being better. Or could he mean… Mr Ramley? And as for books… Well she had already noticed a book on the side of Mr Finbury’s desk. She couldn’t help noticing it. The title was Sexual Anomalies and Perversions!

Mr Finbury said, ‘Yes you do that Mandy dear. Have a think about it. And if you want to discuss it further then of course come and see me.’

He let go of her boobs. One hand slid down and had a quick feel at her pussy through her skirt. As he said, ‘Oh, and Mr Ramley wants to see you again. He’s very keen on discipline of course. Tomorrow. After school like before.’

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The basement again. The same as before. Mandy has had to tell Simon she’s seeing the Head again (about maybe arranging some special tuition she said). Simon seemed inclined to doubt this though to Mandy it seemed reasonable enough. But Simon probably imagines the Head has got her in a cosy little corner somewhere and is screwing her. Whereas in fact of course it is Mr Ramley again. In the basement again. The same as before.

But it is not the same as before. When Mandy has carefully closed the door and then switched on the light and crept down the stairs. Not the same. Because in that little alcove where Mr Ramley dealt with her last time and which was empty then, there is now a folding wooden chair. With some things on the seat of the chair. Coming closer Mandy sees… a black-covered book… a little packet of something… and some round jars.

The book… it is that book which was on the Head’s desk. Sexual Anomalies and Perversions. Automatically Mandy picks it up. While at the same time seeing what the little square packet is. Mates. It is a packet of three. And the little round jars? One is labelled Lubricating Jelly.

Mandy’s head is in a spin as automatically she opens the book. Half wondering what it can contain but at the same time her mind is on the rest. The lubricating jelly and the condoms… and perversions…? As her head tries to get hold of all this she fails to hear the door opening and closing. And Mr Ramley’s heavy-footed descent of the stairs. Suddenly he is right there, next to her!

She gasps as with a throaty chuckle Mr Ramley takes the book from her. ‘Like that do you Mandy? Interesting ideas? Maybe you’d  like to try some of them?’ His hand reaches for one of her tits and gives it a quick squeeze.

‘No! No… I just… wondered what it was.’

Mr Ramley puts down the book and picks up the packet of Mates. ‘And what about this? You knew what this was of course. Do you use them? With that boyfriend. Simon isn’t it? Or perhaps even… Mr Finbury? Because I’m sure Mr Finbury would be very careful with a girl. Very careful that she didn’t get into trouble.’

‘No! Really… I don’t…’

Mr Ramley’s hand slides down. To feel Mandy’s pussy through her navy school skirt. ‘Don’t do it yet? I don’t know if I can believe that. Not a sexy girl like you. And if you don’t  … I reckon you’re all ready to start. Mmm? Eager for the off, is that it?’

Mandy shook her head. Protesting that she wasn’t. Mr Ramley’s hands were getting her excited though. But she couldn’t. Not with Mr Ramley! Because that was what he was saying, wasn’t it. No!

Mr Ramley put the Mates down. He was going to have to spank her first he said. She had to have some more disciplinary treatment, that was what she was here for. Or it was part of the reason at least. And after that… Well they would see after that. But first of all she could get her things off. For a good spanking.

Mandy’s things came off. The same as before, everything except her blouse and tie. Then Mr Ramley made her stand with the book balanced on her head. To practise body discipline he said. If she couldn’t remain perfectly still the book would slide off. But it was very difficult to remain quite still because Mr Ramley’s hands were doing things to Mandy. Playing with her nude tits. And her bottom. Her pussy. If the book did slide off she was over his knee for a stinging spanking. And of course it did.

Mr Ramley clearly found this an interesting game. It wasn’t really at all difficult to make Mandy squirm — and then yelp as she felt the book going. But it was only a preliminary diversion and probably all the time his mind was really on the other. And that was naturally in Mandy’s mind too. As she tried to concentrate on the book it was there filling her mind. Those things on the chair. Those little pots of lubricating jelly. The Mates… And of course the book — though that wasn’t now on the chair.

Yes all the time, as she tried to stand still and also over Mr Ramley’s knee having her bottom spanked. All the time Mandy’s head was filled with that scary thought. She didn’t want it! Whatever exactly he was thinking to try. No! So fear — but also excitement — pulsing through her.

And it wasn’t too long before Mr Ramley had had enough of the body discipline exercise. Just enough to get him nice and hot for the main course. ‘OK,’ he told Mandy. ‘That will do.’ His trousers felt like they were about ready to burst.

‘Now we’re going to try something else. You said you were keen to start. So hold onto the back of the chair. With your legs spread nicely.’

‘No…!’ Mandy breathed, wide-eyed, but nonetheless getting into that position. Mr Ramley had opened one of the jars and scooped out a glob of the jelly on his finger. ‘No… You can’t…’

But his hand was there. Between her legs. And the finger was at her pussy. The blob of lubricating jelly. She gave a shuddery yelp as the greased finger slid into her.

‘No!!’

‘No?’ queried Mr Ramley’s thick voice. There was something else now. His big stiff penis. With the condom on. The smooth head of it sliding in the wet lips of her pussy.

‘No…?’