Teachers’ Pet

Photo-story from Uniform Girls 43 featuring the lovely Louise Wilshire as put-upon Nicola and the equally lovely Jane Williams as predatory Miss Voncey.

A flaxen-haired schoolgirl stands behind a leather-seated upright chair, her hands on the top of its tall back. She has a sweetly innocent face — which contrasts with the ripe swell of her full tits under her white blouse. She is being spoken to by a good-looking dark-haired young woman wearing an academic gown over a smart blue-and-white dress. The teacher, if that is what she is, has a severe expression on her face — and also a cane in her hand.

The talking finishes… and the unhappy-looking girl with the big boobs slowly lifts her navy-blue pleated skirt and bends over the back of the chair. The teacher moves round behind her and inserting her fingers in either side of the waistband of the girl’s navy knickers draws them down.

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‘I think Miss Voncey fancies you!’ Sonia Milgrove said with a giggly laugh.

Nicola Stanning her pretty blonde features flushing slightly, said, ‘Don’t be stupid!’

But did Nicola think it could possibly be true?

Nicola and Sonia were walking in the splendid grounds of Fairmount School, which now in September were looking especially beautiful in their autumn colouring. The school was fee-paying and co-educational, taking day pupils as well as boarders. Nicola and Sonia, both 17, were boarders back a week ago for the start of their last year. They both hoped to get college places, Nicola in French and English. Miss Martine Voncey who was half French taught that language and Spanish.

Last year it was said that Miss Voncey, a good-looking brunette in her mid-twenties, had a more than passing interest in a girl in her senior class called Wendy Simley. Wendy, who had now left, had been a very pretty blonde. Just like Nicola, though perhaps with not such an impressive mammary development.

‘Watch out anyway!’ Sonia gave Nicola’s arm a squeeze. ‘I mean you’re the obvious target, aren’t you. And of course with a better development than Wendy Simley. If Miss Voncey fancies that!’

Nicola gave an exasperated sigh. ‘Don’t be so silly, Sonia. I don’t even believe that business about Wendy.’

It was annoying, and maybe Sonia was only doing it to tease. Nicola didn’t particularly like references to her big boobs. But more importantly she certainly didn’t like references to herself and Miss Voncey. Because Nicola would really hate anything like that. She had thought about it, and it made her feel a little bit sick. The thought of doing something with Miss Voncey, or any female.

Nicola did believe there had been something between Miss Voncey and Wendy. Quite possibly they had been doing something, though Nicola didn’t like to speculate exactly what. And also… maybe Miss Voncey had looked at her in a certain way..?

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Yes Martine Voncey had looked at Nicola Stanning with interest. Last year, sizing her up for the future — because Martine would not wish to start anything while she had the involvement with Wendy. The French mistress could control her passions, or at any rate could before she got properly involved. But she had observed Nicola alright. That guilelessly pretty face which spoke of innocence thus far in sexual matters, combined rather stunningly with those splendidly-developed mammaries. And of course her lovely ash-blonde hair, usually worn in a ponytail. Martine was really turned-on by sweetly-innocent blondes — or innocent-seeming because sometimes they turned out to be a bit more experienced. As Wendy had.

But yes, Martine had noticed Nicola alright. And now with the new school year and Wendy sadly gone she was going to make an early move. She didn’t want to wait. Didn’t want to lose time which could be spent in thrilling enjoyment of pretty Nicola’s lovely body.

For the same reason she decided on a bold approach. Two days after Nicola’s lunch-time walk in the grounds Martine asked Nicola to wait behind after class. Was Nicola half fearing something? With the others gone the French mistress, giving Nicola a warm smile, asked her to come to her desk. She would like Nicola to come to her rooms at tea time. To discuss Nicola’s programme for the coming year. She put her arm round Nicola’s waist.

‘I really want to make sure you get that college place Nicola dear.’

Before Nicola knew it the hand had moved down to the ripe thrust of her bottom.

She squirmed away with a shocked protest, but Miss Voncey pulled her back. ‘Don’t be a silly girl Nicola. You’re not shy are you?’

And now Miss Voncey’s two hands came round Nicola from the back. To take hold of those firmly thrusting boobs contained in her white blouse. Martine had been just itching to get her hands on them, but her enjoyment of having Nicola’s big boobs in her hands was short-lived as the pretty blonde once again squirmed away with a yelp of distress.

Miss Voncey sharply told her not to be a silly young bitch. She wanted a college place didn’t she? Nicola was to come to her room sharply at 4.30.

And you can come without your knickers. If you want to act like a silly young girl I shall treat you like one. I’m going to take you over my lap and spank your bottom!’

But the shocked and shaking Nicola didn’t do this. Instead at 4.30 and still trembling, she went to see the Headmaster.

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Going to see Mr Bowder with a complaint about Miss Voncey was not in fact a very good idea, although Nicola was not to know this. Because although Martine Voncey’s interest was in pretty blondes of 17 or 18 she was prepared to be accommodating to a headmaster. It made a teacher’s life much easier and more specifically it meant he would turn a blind eye to her interest in certain girls.

What Mr Bowder liked was having Martine bring him to orgasm with that sexy full-lipped mouth. Martine kneeling between his thighs with her sleek brunette head bobbing industriously as her mouth sucked on his stiff penis. Martine Voncey was very good at this, and James Bowder found it extremely satisfying so that his attentions did not stray to the girls. That could always lead to complications.

As an example of the sort of thing involvement with girls could bring, here was Nicola Stanning come to him with this tale about Martine. The very lovely girl almost in tears. She was a very lovely girl, maybe particularly appealing in her present distressed state. What had Martine done: put her hand up the delightful girl’s skirt and felt her cunt? Nicola hadn’t actually got into specifics. James Bowder’s eyes caressed the pretty blonde’s thrusting blouse-front.

Yes something would have to be done. But not to charming Martine with that gorgeously willing mouth, though it was a pity she couldn’t find more willing partners. No, something would have to be done to this lovely Nicola. And it would not be an unpleasant chore, not at all.

The Head told Nicola to come and see him again tomorrow. After he had had a chance to talk to Miss Voncey and hear what she had to say. He added, ‘There are always two sides to this sort of story in my experience.’

Did that last bit seem ominous to Nicola? Yes. But Miss Voncey had done those awful things. And wanted Nicola to go to her room tomorrow with no knickers on — with the threat of spanking Nicola’s bare bottom. Yes, but Miss Voncey could deny it all — or Mr Bowder could say she had denied it which came to the same thing.

The next day when Nicola returned to the headmaster’s study he was not at all friendly or sympathetic. His voice had a hard, cutting edge.

‘Stand up straight when I talk to you Nicola. I’m afraid I shall have to treat this matter very seriously. Making false and uncorroborated accusations about a member of the staff is a most serious matter.’

Nicola tried to stutter out words.

‘And perhaps as I need to make the position about this sort of thing very clear, I shall deal with it very seriously indeed. I think you can say goodbye to your college place Nicola. This will have to go on your record. I may even wish to speak to the governors, which could mean expulsion.’

Was he laying it on a bit thick? James Bowder wondered. But he needed to give the pretty girl something to think about. Scare her. And his little speech was effective. The headmaster’s words hit Nicola like a bucket of icy water.

She stuttered for a reply. James Bowder, eyeing Nicola’s tits, said, ‘Of course I could deal with it myself, and we might then consider the matter closed. You’d have to go and apologise to Miss Voncey of course.’

Nicola’s head was in a spin. Could Mr Bowder really get her expelled? It was only her word against the French mistress’s of course. She bit her lip… Mr Bowder felt like licking his.

‘Just as an example, young lady, I could give you what you claimed Miss Voncey threatened to do. You can go and lock the door. And then come here and take your knickers off. I can give you a spanking on your bare bottom — and then we’ll consider the matter closed. Is that fair?’

It wasn’t fair, it was outrageous. Nicola felt a little bit faint. It was like being suddenly thrown into a nightmare. But she desperately wanted that college place. And what could she do, with apparently the Head and Miss Voncey ganging up against her?

Shaking her head Nicola stammered, ‘Y…You ca…can’t do this to me.’

‘Yes I can.’ James Bowder was almost sure he was there. She was going to agree. She wasn’t going to talk about calling her parents in, or writing to the governors. Either of which would have made things very difficult for him. No, he sensed she was going to agree. Possibly there would be a flood of tears somewhere along the way, but delicious Miss Nicola Stanning was going to agree to have her bare bottom spanked!

The thought of complaining to someone was certainly in Nicola’s head — but if she created a fuss then whatever the outcome she might have to say goodbye to college. Because she would need their support and she wouldn’t get it.

‘C…Can’t I… have something else. A detention…?’ Nicola asked desperately, but without much hope. Because she sensed now that Mr Bowder wanted to do this shockingly intimate and embarrassing thing. He really wanted to put his hand on her bare bottom. And as for Miss Voncey…

‘No. Come on,’ James Bowder told her, his penis already stiff with anticipation of what was to come. ‘Get them down. Right off. And come here.’

So with seemingly no choice Nicola did, while trying to close her mind to the awfulness of what was happening.

Her hands up under her navy pleated skirt and pulling down her brief white nylon knickers. Right off, Mr Bowder was insisting. Sliding them on down her shapely legs. As it happened Nicola was wearing nylons and a suspender belt today. Sixth Form girls were allowed to, otherwise it was knee or ankle socks. Nylons were of course more sexy and it was Mr Bowder’s good fortune to glimpse now Nicola’s nylon tops.

She took the knickers off over her shoes. Teetering, with that awful this-can’t-be-happening feeling. Then straightening up, the knickers dangling in her hand.

‘Now come here.’ Mr Bowder had slid his chair out to the side of his desk, to give himself room. His face was quite flushed. As also was Nicola’s. She stumbled forward. Moving in close, then lowering herself. As she did so Mr Bowder hoisted her skirt up, so that when she made contact it was her bare stomach and hips against his trousers. At the centre Nicola felt something hard and rigid. Knowing what it was she tried to ease up and avoid firm contact with it. But Mr Bowder with his hand shockingly on her bare bottom, pushed her hard down. Hard into it. The hard stiff thing was of course the headmaster’s erect penis.

Mr Bowder’s hand was openly fondling her bare bottom. ‘Just try and relax Miss. And try to keep your bottom nice and still. Get your feet apart a bit, that will make your position more stable.’

His hand had moved to Nicola’s thighs. Patting them apart. Reluctantly she moved her feet apart a little. Mr Bowder pushed her thighs wider. His hand slid down inside, stroking the inside of one soft thigh. ‘Just try to relax…’

His erect penis was still very much in evidence underneath her. And now Mr Bowder’s hand slid right up, between Nicola’s reluctantly parted thighs. She gasped as the hand closed on her pussy. Her hips jerking. A finger traced the line of the lips, half pushing in. Then the hand came away.

‘Just relax,’ Mr Bowder said thickly.

And then he was spanking. Heavy cracks of the flat of the hand which seconds earlier had made that brief but shocking investigation of Nicola’s trembling sex. Heavy splats which knocked the breath out of her. So that for the present at least she forgot all the other. It was just this dreadfully stinging hand repeatedly cracking down.

When it was finally over Nicola was pushed to her feet. She found she could hardly stand, her legs were all tottery. Mr Bowder was very red in the face now. He said he might need to see her again. She was to go and see Miss Voncey. Apologise to her. Mr Bowder repeated that he very probably would need to see her again, he wasn’t at all sure that the one spanking was sufficient. But for the moment that was it. He seemed quite keen to get rid of her.

Yes James Bowder was in a hurry. His organ was twitching almost uncontrollably now. The ideal answer would be for this lovely blonde Sixth Former with the now glowing bottom to provide the sort of service normally given by her French mistress. It was indeed a most stimulating thought. But he guessed that matters had not yet progressed to the point when he could demand or request this. Therefore the Head needed to resort to self-administered emergency relief. With the door once again locked he yanked down his zip. Then with a gasp of relief urgently pumped his hand.

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Miss Voncey’s attractive face bore a grim expression. ‘So here you are, you wretched girl! Where did your sneaky little visit to the headmaster get you?’

Nicola was close to tears. She had had to suffer that truly awful experience with Mr Bowder and now… back to Miss Voncey. Mr Bowder had said see her right away and Nicola had. That was an hour ago.

‘Come back at supper time and I shall deal with you then,’ Miss Voncey had said. ‘You don’t deserve any supper anyway. None for two weeks I should say.’

So Nicola had had time for a wash. She had also changed her nylons and suspender belt and black shoes for more informal ankle socks and sports shoes, with the vague thought that these might be less likely to excite Miss Voncey’s interest.

Standing now in Miss Voncey’s sitting room Nicola shook her head and muttered that she was sorry. There was nothing she could do except appear contrite and hope for the best. What was the French teacher going to do? Or what?

‘Well, did the Head cane you for your miserable complaints?’

Nicola shook her head again. Miss Voncey had come in close and took hold of Nicola’s tits, one in each hand, squeezing them. ‘What did he do then?’

Desperately wanting to squirm away but knowing she couldn’t, Nicola haltingly told her. The humiliating bare bottom spanking, leaving out the groping of course.

‘He should have given you a proper caning. Given you something to think about. I suppose he was more interested in the chance to fondle your bare bottom, was that it?

Nicola didn’t answer. The hands were still playing with her tits through the thin white blouse. Miss Voncey said evenly, ‘Well I am going to cane you Nicola. I’m going to make that lovely bottom really writhe! I’m going to have you gasping for mercy. Pleading for me to stop. But I won’t stop Nicola. Not until I’ve really taken my pleasure with the cane.’

Nicola felt faint. The groping hands and Miss Voncey’s sickening words.

The hands let go of Nicola’s quivering tits and went down. One gripped a handful of her short skirt and the other slid underneath… to take hold of Nicola’s pussy through the brief tight knickers.

‘And then I shall want to take other pleasures Nicola. Other pleasures that I shall teach you to enjoy — and if you’re a sensible girl you will enjoy them. Alright?’

The fainty feeling was worse. Miss Voncey was rubbing her thumb along the line of Nicola’s slit. She had had Mr Bowder’s hand briefly there and now it was Miss Voncey’s — in a much more serious and no-nonsense manner. Nicola’s knees felt like rubber… and although what the French teacher was doing was sickening… Nicola was getting wet.

Less grim, more seductive now, Martine Voncey’s voice said, ‘You should have come with your knickers off. Like I told you in the first place. The next time you will. OK? But now… you can take them down yourself.’

Nicola hesitated. Stuttered something… and then did it. Because she had no choice. She wanted that college place. And she needed Miss Voncey… and the equally awful Mr Bowder. So… she fumblingly worked her knickers down.

‘Good girl,’ Miss Voncey purred. ‘That’s a lot better.’

Her hand was at Nicola’s pussy again. Now at the bare slippery-wet flesh and crisp curls. Her eager fingers working. Entering… finding Nicola’s swollen clit.

Unable to control herself Nicola quite quickly came. And then when she had, commenced sobbing. Martine Voncey eyed her greedily.

‘Pull your knickers up now. And dry your eyes. We’ll have a cup of coffee. And then I’m going to give you the caning. It may well have you in tears again of course. But it’s all in a good cause, isn’t it. A girl’s got to learn discipline.’

Miss Voncey caned Nicola over the back of a straight-backed chair. Making her raise her skirt and then bend fully over it. Martine Voncey then with evident anticipatory relish slid down Nicola’s knickers.

‘It’s going to hurt Nicola. I warn you of that so you’re ready for it. It has to hurt of course to be effective. The pain is good for a girl. It sorts her mind out.’

Martine’s hand caressed Nicola’s nude bottom-cheeks. ‘But after the pain we can have some pleasure, can’t we?’ The hand slid in between the trembling girl’s thighs. ‘You’ve shown me what a hot girl you can be. Once someone gets you going.’

The French teacher’s hand was at Nicola’s pussy again. Her hand there was awful, Nicola hated it. But she would prefer it to what was coming. Oh yes!

‘Pl…Pl…Please…’ she stuttered.

But Martine Voncey’s only response was a throaty laugh.

The cane was killing! Worse than Nicola could ever have imagined. The spanking by Mr Bowder was nothing in comparison. Because Martine Voncey took delight in caning just as hard as she dared. As hard as she could without causing a real injury. Without actually breaking the skin and drawing blood. But not at all afraid to leave some nasty looking dark welts and weals. They were so nice to contemplate afterwards.

Oh yes. Martine Voncey had a really good time.

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Nicola’s friend Sonia suspected something and Nicola was eventually persuaded to admit that something was going on with Miss Voncey. ‘Is it good!’ Sonia asked chirpily and got a vehement negative. Nicola didn’t offer any details: not about the cane which had continued just as devastatingly as that first session; nor anything about the other things Miss Voncey liked to do.

‘Why not go to the Head if you’ve got a problem with her?’ Sonia suggested helpfully. Nicola said curtly she didn’t think that would do any good. She didn’t say, of course, that she was having to submit to Mr Bowder as well. Yes the visits to his study were also having to continue. For more spanking of Nicola’s bare bottom. And for other things as well which Mr Bowder was now requiring. Including something that Nicola resolutely tried not to think about.