Musical Chairs Etcetera

Photo-story from Blushes 84

‘It’s always a very difficult decision,’ Anthony Banling, Headmaster of St Angela’s School, said. ‘And when I have a difficult decision like that I may just go for something simple and straightforward. Like… musical chairs for instance.’

He laughed, thinking about it. ‘Yes musical chairs. What better way can you think of for choosing new girl senior prefects? I mean think of the qualities required. Alertness. Anticipation. Plus that graceful rhythmic movement as they circle ready to pounce. Musical appreciation even. Yes, I really think so.’

The other two seated with Anthony Banling in his study laughed. They were in effect his inner cabinet: Stanley Smithers, Deputy Head and senior English master, fiftyish like the Head and dressed in his usual baggy tweeds; and Bob Mardue, Head of History, some ten years younger, in a smarter suit.

Smithers said, ‘Why not just have them draw straws, though it might lack that graceful rhythmic movement.’

Bob Mardue had a different idea. ‘Why not simply have them show their tits? I think we should have the two girls with the biggest and nicest tits. And bottoms as well if you like. The nicest bottoms and tits. Then I guess we’d get Paula Manfield and Jenny Prinham, out of the front runners.’

There were smiles all round. Paula and Jenny were without doubt the choicest of the possible contenders, both pretty girls with quite big tits.

Stan Smithers said, ‘Well if we’re going down that road why stop there? Why not make them put out? Take their knickers off and see what they’re like in action. My guess would be that both those very attractive young ladies have started fucking. In a nice discreet manner of course, not just anyone who asks them. So why not let them be asked to demonstrate their ability in that direction?’

‘Do you think so?’ Mr Banling asked. ‘That they’ve started I mean. It’s always difficult to tell. I mean you can find that a nice quiet innocent-seeming girl is really going at it, night after night. And then someone who seems very sexy hasn’t in fact started. Yes, well personally I think your suggestion is excellent. The only problem might be with the school governors etc. Not to mention the girls’ parents. Although if they were keen on them getting the senior prefect posts…’

He got to his feet. ‘Well I suppose we must all get some work done. I’m still keen on my musical chairs idea. But perhaps I could combine ideas? Musical chairs with our choice contenders displaying their choicer parts. Their tits and bottoms in other words And then… a spot of the other to follow. That would be something wouldn’t it!’

It was all just idle chat of course. Amusing and entertaining — and yes stimulating too. Stan Smithers as he left the Head’s study had an incipient erection, at the thought in particular of pretty Jenny being made to perform. Required to demonstrate her youthful sexual ability. Stanley very much fancied Jenny Prinham and he was sure she had started doing it, with her boyfriend Alex Randers. You could see that if you gave her a direct questioning look; she would sort of go to pieces.

But all just idle chat. Or was it? With his colleagues departed the Head sat down again, a musing look on his face. Being a senior prefect was quite a big deal. It undoubtedly helped a girl get a job because it showed, or could be taken to show, that she was responsible and capable. Yes girls were undoubtedly very keen to receive the honour. And in the past he had had more than one girl come to him with seductively fluttering eyelashes, and tits equally seductively thrust out. Wondering if she might stand a chance…

He had not responded on these occasions, but Anthony Banling felt sure the girls in question would have been very ready… to cooperate with whatever he might wish.

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Jenny Prinham was waiting in the bus shelter with Alex her boyfriend for the bus that would take them to school. There was no one else in the shelter as yet and she pushed herself against Alex. She didn’t have a lot on on this warm morning, just a light summer dress and brief knickers and bra underneath and Alex got the full benefit of Jenny’s firmly jutting boobs and rounded belly.

Jenny rubbed herself gently against Alex’s erection. Some other boys would occasionally try to do it to her. To give her a feel of their erections, sneakily pushing it against her hip or bottom. And a couple of times Kevin Bronley, one of the bolder ones, full frontal when he had managed to push her up against a wall in an empty corridor. Rubbing his stiff cock full frontal against her pussy. Jenny had squirmed away, though each time it had undoubtedly been exciting feeling his male hardness.

But Jenny only wanted Alex. He knew that — although he could get jealous sometimes at the attention she could attract from other boys. The attention could also come from masters. Did Mr Smithers perhaps fancy her? Jenny thought possibly he might, even though he was oldish. But he was Deputy Head — and therefore might influence Mr Banling in her favour. That was only just a guess though, he hadn’t said anything. But… Mr Smithers had touched her more than once. His hand briefly on her hip. A couple of times not so brief, more lingering. And once on her bottom.

‘I’ve got to see Mr Banling this morning,’ she said. ‘I don’t know what it’s about.’

But Jenny thought it might be about the new senior prefects. There would be vacancies for two girl prefects with two of the present girls due to leave at the end of term. That was only a week away. The Head would want to make the announcements before then so a decision must be imminent — if he hadn’t already decided. Jenny would really like to get one of the posts and she must have a chance. But of course there were several other girls would have a good chance too.

Alex pushed back against her and Jenny felt his erection which had quickly come up in response to her body firmly against him. With her shimmering blonde hair and full-lipped mouth plus that shapely figure Jenny Prinham was the best looking girl in the school in the opinion of most people. Her only possible rival in looks was Paula Manfield who was a brunette. But Jenny was certainly the loveliest blonde and didn’t most boys go for blondes? And masters too come to that.

‘Do you think it’s just Mr Banling who decides?’ she wondered. ‘The senior prefects I mean. I suppose he might discuss it with Mr Smithers.’

Alex gave a firmer thrust with his hips. He had a full erection now. He said he didn’t know, then muttered ‘Shit!’ because someone was coming. Life could be frustrating. Though last night Jenny had been nice and cooperative and let him do it. The whole thing. A fuck. Yes Mr Smithers was right in his surmise and Jenny and Alex did do it. But of course not as often as Alex would like which would be most nights if he had his way. Jenny certainly didn’t want that and more often than not she said no. But last night it had been yes. Probably he thought because of this senior prefect business that she wanted. And now she had this meeting with the Head. It probably was about that.

What would Mr Banling say? ‘Look Jenny, what’s it worth. Paula has been very cooperative. She’s let me have a really nice fuck. What about you…?’ Alex liked to have these thoughts. Well he didn’t really like them, but they came into his head and were a turn-on. The thought of the Head telling Jenny to take her knickers down. Telling her he wanted a fuck. And then she would get to be one of the new prefects. The thought of it wasn’t nice, but it was a turn-on alright. Intensifying his hard-on caused by Jenny’s soft body, her tits and the soft bulge of her pussy mound, pushing against him.

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Jenny’s guess was right about why Mr Banling wanted to see her. The new prefects. Smiling at her from behind his desk, he said he presumed she was aware… the vacancies… etc. There were of course several very good candidates and it was going to be a very difficult choice he had to make.

Jenny, flushing slightly, said yes she was aware. Standing in front of his desk and trembling just a bit with nervousness. And thinking that maybe if it was Mr Smithers he would be looking at her tits and maybe fancying her. And that if it was Mr Smithers and she smiled and stuck her tits out at him in an inviting way… it might just do the trick. Get her one of those vacancies. Unless of course Paula and maybe one of the others had done the same. Had been even more inviting.

Thinking these thoughts, as Mr Banling got up from his chair and came round. And slipped his arm round her waist. That was a surprise. She might have expected it from Mr Smithers. Jenny felt herself tremble a bit more.

Anthony Banling could feel the trembling. Could feel his own pulse racing too. He had told himself he would do this, but actually doing it was something else. The real live feel of her! The quivering flesh beneath the gauzy dress!

He had told himself he would slip his hand round her waist. And then he would slide it down to her bum… if she didn’t like it, if she complained, that was too bad. But what he intended was to have his hand on Jenny’s bum. Fingering her lovely bum. As he told her about his proposal. Presented as a joke of course. The musical chairs. Her and Paula. Though he hadn’t seen Paula yet, Jenny was the first.

It was all a wild idea, to actually do it. Really wild! But he had had the idea and thought: why not? A man needed to break out of his routine constraints just occasionally. What was the real point of life unless you did, just once! And now it was happening! Or was it? Having his arm round lovely Jenny’s waist was just the (relatively) easy first step. But he was going ahead…!

His voice a little bit choked perhaps as he mentioned the responsibilities involved. As his hand slid down. Keep talking! Calmly. His hand sliding down inconsequentially as it were. Over the ripe curve of Jenny’s warm flank… and then back in… He felt her flinch. A little start. As his hand slid back in to the centre, to encompass now the full ripeness of both cheeks, she twisted, sliding away.

An involuntary action of course. It is pretty much automatic when there is suddenly a hand fully on your bottom to move your bum away. Unless naturally it is Alex whose hand you are accustomed to having there. Moving your bum angrily away if it is some bold boy annoyingly trying his luck. But this isn’t that of course, it is Mr Banling and it is undoubtedly a big surprise. A big shock. And in that shock Jenny’s ripe rear is shifted smartly but not angrily away.

But Anthony Banling is not put off. Doesn’t try to act as if it hasn’t happened, as if it was some bizarre aberration of his hand of which he was unaware. No, he finds instead that he is emboldened by this recognition of his action. He smiles at the slightly flushing girl. She does want this highly desirable post, doesn’t she? he queries.

‘Yes? I know you do, Jenny dear.’ His hand reaches for her. Taking hold of her wrist and pulling her back in again. Jenny squeals but doesn’t resist. As his arm round her waist once more pulls her in close. His hand is quickly back down, onto the full ripeness of that gorgeous bottom.

This time she accepts it. Breathing more agitatedly now and certainly shaking, but allowing it. Mr Banling’s hand on her bum. Fingering her bottom, the ripe cheeks, the sassy cleft, through just her thin summer dress and the equally thin and insubstantial knickers underneath. Mr Banling! Jenny had thought possibly Mr Smithers but never the Headmaster!

Yes he had his hand there! And his voice, more confident now with this heady accomplishment of the act, was going boldly on. The musical chairs. Telling her he had thought to have this little game, to amuse himself. Musical chairs. Just a little joke naturally but also it would test them out. Alertness of mind and body. And… self-composure. Because it was to be a special musical chairs. What was special was that each time a girl was caught out she would have to take something off. Some item of clothing. Plus there was also going to be some smacking too. Smacking of bottoms.

Well what did Jenny think? he asked. It was very difficult to find an answer. What Mr Banling was saying was a bit unbelievable. Was he joking? And in addition there was his hand at her bum. That was sort of unbelievable too but the hand was undoubtedly there. Intimately groping. Fingers tweaking and probing.

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Two girls and Mr Banling in the school gym. The two girls are Jenny Prinham who we have seen before and, yes, Paula Manfield. Paula, brunette, quite tall and very shapely, most people’s choice as the second most desirable girl in the school. Or if you prefer brunettes of course the most attractive. Yes Paula because the Head has had a similar interview with her. In which he has boldly got his hand on Paula’s bum and then likewise laid out his proposal regarding the prefect posts. Paula wants to be a senior prefect just as much as Jenny (and indeed many other girls) so she did not refuse either the hand fondling her bottom or the invitation to take part in Mr Banling’s little game.

That is why they are here in the school gym, to play that little game. Mr Banling having persuaded Jenny and Paula has left it at that. He had not chanced his luck and looked for any more applicants. Two will do and he has got the two choicest girls. Alright there are two vacancies so theoretically both could be successful. Yes that is a possibility. The loser could still be a winner. He can think about that later. Yes indeed.

It is Saturday morning and the school is all locked up. Deserted, except naturally for the three clandestinely assembled here in the gym. Mr. Banling has told the girls what he wants them to wear. He has gone for a nice contrast. Jenny is in a virginal white sporty outfit. White short-sleeved top and shorts, with matching ankle socks and trainers. Pretty Paula on the other hand is more attired, in a short loose-skirted black-and-white dress with stockings and shiny black high-heels.

Two chairs have been placed out back to back at one end of the room. Mr Banling with the two girls standing in front of him is explaining the rules. It is all quite simple. A record player on another chair nearby will play music which Mr Banling can turn on and off with a remote control. He demonstrates: turning it on to produce a sprightly Strauss march, then off again. Jenny and Paula keep moving, circling the two chairs only one of which is vacant, until the music stops. Then one girl will get the vacant chair and the other one… will stand before Mr Banling.

He will tell her to remove some item of clothing. But that is not all. She will then be taken over his lap. For a spanking. Her bottom naturally. And after that the music starts up again and the process is repeated.

‘Is it clear then? It’s simple enough isn’t it?’

The two of them nod nervously. It sounds straightforward. But not very nice. Not having to take items of clothing off. And have your bottom spanked!

‘We go on of course,’ Mr Banling says evenly, ‘until one of you doesn’t have anything on at all.’

There are two sharp intakes of breath. Somehow this eventuality had not occurred to either of them. Paula nervously shuffles her feet.

Mr Banling laughs. ‘Of course the other one may not have much on at that stage either! And I suppose we could then make her take off whatever she still has on too, couldn’t we!’

Jenny, flush-faced, produces a sickly smile. But they are neither of them going to argue. They both want what the Head has to offer. And if he’s going to make them play this humiliating game to get it… they have no choice.

Suddenly the music is playing. That march thumping out. Mr Banling tells them to get started. They begin warily circling. Moving at least relieves some of the tension. Mr Banling tells them to move faster, because each girl is afraid to go past that vacant chair once she gets to it. They are told to march in time to the music.

Suddenly there is silence. A wild scramble. In which Paula manages to get the seat. Breathless Jenny reluctantly accepts defeat. She can already see herself the loser. Standing nude.

But it is only her trainers that are to come off. That is not so bad. Yes, but there is the other too. A spanking. Mr Banling tells her to take her shorts down, and come and get over his lap.

Oh Christ! It is not nice. Especially not this first time. But there will be worse to come! Jenny shuffles down the tight white shorts. To reveal a pair of brief matching white nylon knickers. Mr Banling says he wants the knickers down too. And reluctantly they come down.

Paula, biting her lip, can’t help looking, half over her shoulder. As the now bare-bottomed Jenny gets herself over Mr Banling’s lap. Very shortly the Headmaster’s hand is splatting down. Sharp staccato cracks onto the pale writhing bottom-cheeks.

Paula doesn’t want to look, but it has a horrible fascination. It is Jenny right now… but there is not much doubt it will be herself very shortly. Because for one thing Mr Banling can in effect control who gets the chair and who doesn’t. He can switch the music off when Jenny is right there on top of the empty chair and she herself is in front of him.

And that indeed is what he does the next time. After finishing his first go at Jenny’s desperate bum and then telling her she can pull up her knickers and shorts. Up over her somewhat sore and now red bottom to start again. Warily circling. Until…

Yes the music stops and this time catches Paula. Yelping she briefly struggles for the seat but Jenny this time is firmly on it.

Mr Banling says, ‘Come on. Shoes off. And I’ll tuck your dress up at the back. Let’s see what you’ve got under there.’

This time it is Jenny who can breathe slightly more easily. As Paula has to stand and let Mr Banling do that to her dress. Tucking the loose skirt up at the waist behind. To reveal a pair of abbreviated white knickers plus the slim-strapped white suspender belt holding the tops of her stockings. The very brief knickers, worn on Mr Banling’s instruction, already leave a good deal of Paula’s ripe rear bare. But the Headmaster is taking the knickers down, to bare Paula’s bum completely, before pulling her down over his lap.

Once again the staccato crack of flesh on flesh. The hard male hand on soft young female bottom. Paula writhing. Emitting desperate gasps and squeals. It is an awful sound in Jenny’s ears. But not as awful perhaps as the sound of her own yelps. And there is undoubtedly going to be that again. Her own flinching bare bottom getting that sickening spanking again.

And next time maybe her shorts and knickers coming down and right off. Next time or the time after. And then she’ll have to be going round to the music with nothing on below her waist. And probably after that… nothing on at all.

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Yes. It happens of course. Jenny finishes up in just her white ankle socks, otherwise nude. Paula at the end has on only her stockings and the sexy little suspender belt. They have each had quite a number of turns over Mr Banling’s lap to get to this stage.

There seems to be no clear winner. That doesn’t apparently concern the Headmaster. Or of course it may be the reason why he says he thinks he is going to want a repeat of the whole stimulating exercise.

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Anthony Banling has to tell someone, he can’t resist it. So it’s his closest confidant the Deputy Head. He has actually had his game of musical chairs with Jenny and Paula! And finished up with them both stripped down to the altogether. Both sets of gorgeous tits and bottoms and pussies on full display as the two girls were required to march round and round…! Plus all that spanking of course!

Stanley Smithers can’t believe it, or says he can’t. Maybe he does half believe it but he feels rather sick at the thought. Of Anthony Banling actually enjoying all that. In particular there is the thought of lovely Jenny, whom Stanley is especially keen on. No, he doesn’t want to believe any of this raunchy story.

So the Head says, ‘OK. You can watch. I’m going to put those two lovelies through their paces again, because it was so bloody marvellous. This time, you come along. You can watch the action.’

Does Banling mean it? Yes he does. Stanley Smithers shakes his head, disbelieving. Possibly it is true then, the Head has done it. But Stan Smithers is not at all sure he wants to watch, not sweet Jenny having to submit herself to this. Though no doubt it would be a fabulous spectacle alright. He says probably the girls won’t agree, not if someone else is watching.

Anthony Banling gives a dismissive snort. ‘They won’t have any choice. They want to be senior prefects don’t they?’

So that is what happens. When Jenny and Paula turn up, most reluctantly, for a second session it is to find the Head and Mr Smithers waiting for them. No! But the Head, grinning, says yes. ‘Don’t worry, Mr Smithers is only going to watch. I’m sure you girls don’t mind that.’

It is sickening of course. Really sickening. Having to be put through it all again this time with old Smithers sitting at the side, his randy eyes glued to every nuance of the action. Oh yes, really really awful!

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That is not quite the whole story. Not for sweet Jenny. Because Stanley Smithers can’t leave it at that, with himself left quite out in the cold. He really does want to have Jenny. And not in musical chairs either. And now he can go to her and say things. One thing he can say is that she wouldn’t want her mother, or that Alex, to know about this business, would she? And another thing he can say is that he can put in a very influential good word for her with the Head. Which will ensure she gets one of the prefect posts.

Both of these are powerful arguments to Jenny, who in spite of what she has undergone, is still not perfectly sure of being made senior prefect. So… she is reluctantly agreeable to what Mr Smithers wants. What he wants of course is to screw her.

And he does. At an appointment at his house which Jenny tells Alex is to discuss her work. For Stanley it is highly, highly satisfying. Way above and beyond any messing about with musical chairs and suchlike. So satisfying indeed that he is certainly going to have to repeat the marvellous exercise.