Avril’s Ordeal I — Croquet on the Lawn

From New Blushes Uniform Girls 2.20, the first of two parts.

The garden is spacious and secluded, its smooth lawns shielded from the summer’s heat by a profusion of mature, stately trees. It is late autumn now and all but the tall conifers have lost their greenery. But today is mild and the qirl who stands by the summer house is dressed in only a demure white dress. Yes, the setting is calm and peaceful, is the girl also? She does not in fact look too happy. She makes a face and then reluctantly it seems leaves the summer house and walks down a flight of low steps and then along a stone terrace. At the end of the terrace we can see there are two canvas garden chairs, also some croquet equipment against the adjoining low parapet. Perhaps more to the point there is a man sitting in one of the chairs. Waiting, it would seem, for the girl who is now reluctantly approaching.

He looks up as she reaches him. Says something, pointing at the croquet gear. The girl shakes her head. She looks as if she is about to cry. The man gets to his feet, and says something else. And the girl now gets up on the other chair. Not sitting on it, but kneeling facing the back. The man bends her head forward, and in a quick movement pulls up the skirt of her white dress. Underneath she has on just a very brief pair of white bikini knickers.

And now we see something else, which we missed before. With the croquet gear is another item. A cane. And possibly when the man was pointing he was in fact pointing at this. Because now it is this cane that he takes up. He gets in position to the side of the kneeling girl with her virtually bare bottom.

He gives the cane a preliminary swish through the air.

He is clearly going to cane her…

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Avril Symonds was in a real state when the exam results came through. Her grades were clearly not good enough to be accepted by the universities she had applied to. Looking at the lists on the school notice board she burst into tears. What made it worse was that most of her friends had done well, or well enough. Including her boyfriend Stuart. She didn’t know what she was going to do, she had so planned on getting a place at the university, and being there with Stuart.

‘What am I going to do!’ she wailed when later that morning she had an interview with the headmaster.

Mr Malting gave the distressed girl a quizzical look. No doubt he was used to this kind of thing when the exam results came through each year. Avril Symonds was a most attractive girl of course. A very pretty girl with full lips and big brown eyes and thick curling dark hair; and now at 18 she was quite tall with a shapely, womanly figure. And looking especially appealing now, he thought, as she stood before his desk fighting back the tears.

Well I must say it doesn’t come as a complete surprise, Avril. It was always going to be touch and go. Maybe you should have spent more time with the books, and less with that Stuart Rowlins.’

At this harsh assessment, which however Avril knew had some truth in it, her efforts to stem the tears failed and they flooded out. Andrew Malting got up from his desk and went round to Avril. He was a sympathetic man, and could especially feel sympathetic to a lovely girl like Avril. But as the cliché went, you sometimes had to be cruel to be kind.

He put his arm round the distraught girl. ‘Don’t take on. Maybe all is not lost. You can re-apply at Christmas. And just maybe we could do something about matters by then.’

He squeezed her pliant waist. ‘Yes, maybe we can. There’s one of the school governors who can sometimes help in a case like this. Mr Baldock, have you met him?’

Avril was still in too much of a state to think straight, to really know what the Head was saying. Or indeed what he was doing. Because now his hand had somehow slid down from her waist. Through her thin summer dress the hand was cupping a cheek of her ripe bottom.

No doubt it was the thought of Mr Henry Baldock and his special tastes and desires which had caused the Head’s hand to almost automatically do what it had done. Yes. They were in fact tastes which Andrew Malting himself shared, certainly to an extent. They were tastes which in the normal course of events he could not indulge. But sometimes however, as in the sort of situation which now presented itself with the lovely Avril, well, things could then be different.

‘I’ll arrange a meeting with Mr Baldock, Avril dear. Cheer up. All is not lost.’

She wiped her eyes. Her vision was clearing and her head was too. They would go to see one of the governors it seemed.

She also now became aware of the Head’s hand. He gave her bottom a final grope then moved away. He smiled at her.

‘Yes. Okay? Oh, and don’t say anything to anyone at the moment. Just that you hope you can resit at Christmas.

And that was all Avril did tell everyone: her friends, Stuart, her parents, putting on as brave a face as she could. The Head said she could sit the exams again before Christmas, and they all said: oh you’re sure to pass then, Avril. But Avril herself wasn’t so sure she could, because she had been working all the past year even though she had been seeing Stuart. So maybe she just wasn’t smart enough?

She and Stuart had got serious in the spring. Maybe it was the birds and bees, all doing it then. But that was when she first let him do it. Fuck her. With Stuart pressing her for it, of course. It had hurt the first time, she had been really sore, and had not wanted to do it again. But Stuart as you might expect had really persisted, and she was prevailed upon. And after they’d done it a few times it was okay, and then she came to really like doing it. It was really good when you were feeling tense about something, to relax you. Naturally her parents didn’t know she was doing it, her mother would have died. Avril was at first scared about getting pregnant, but then she got up the courage to go and see the school medical counsellor, and he agreed to prescribe contraceptive pills on the quiet.

No, Avril didn’t really think Stuart was the reason; she had been working. Could she work harder in the months before Christmas? She didn’t know that she could. But Mr Malting seemed to have been saying that the school governor, Mr Baldock, had some influence with the college and could make it easier for her. Was that possible? Did that sort of thing happen? Avril knew people sometimes liked to say it did. Some of the boys at school sometimes said that a girl could get in more easily. By you-know-what. Fucking in other words. Going up to the college for an interview, so-called, but in fact letting someone there, the entrance examiner or someone, fuck her. Avril didn’t believe it, though, it was just something those boys liked to say, because they didn’t like to think that girls were sometimes cleverer than they were.

Two days later Mr Malting called Avril in for another interview after school. He said he had spoken to Mr Baldock and he would like to meet her. He said Mr Baldock was a wealthy and influential man, the school was lucky to have him as one of the governors. They were fortunate that he had such an interest in the wellbeing of the school’s pupils.

Mr Malting got up from his chair and came round to lean against the front of his desk, close to where Avril was standing. He gave her a grin.

‘Of course it has to be admitted he is particularly interested in girl pupils. And the nice-looking ones at that. But that’s human nature, isn’t it Avril?’

Avril didn’t know what to say to this.

‘Anyway that is what I want to talk to you about. And I have to stress that all of this is strictly private and confidential and must not be hinted at to a soul. If anything got out, well, you certainly would not get into university. Not any university. Do you understand that?’

Avril nodded, feeling a bit nervous now. Because into her head there now crept thoughts of what those boys liked to say. About fucking university admissions officers. The Head wasn’t referring to anything like that, was he?’

Those darting little thoughts weren’t dispelled by what Mr Malting asked next.

‘Now first of all tell me about you and Stuart Rowlins, Avril. I want the truth and I do need to know. Are you two, you know… Having sexual intercourse?’ Avril felt herself flushing. Bright red. But she nodded. ‘On a regular basis that would be?’ She bit her lip and nodded again. The Head gave a little laugh. Maybe excited or nervous?

And his hand came out. To the front of her dress, hip level. Or pussy level. Because his hand slid over her front — and then cupped her pussy. She gave a shocked little squeak.

‘So this is getting regular attention…’

She didn’t know what to say. His hand there was immediately sending hot tremors up through her. She wanted to squirm away. But she didn’t… And the head kept his hand there. Holding her pussy. Squeezing it…

‘And I’m sure it has been a distraction, Avril. Regular sex.’

‘No sir! No it hasn’t. And Please…’ And now she did pull herself away. Her heart was thumping, her face scarlet.

‘Not shy, Avril?’ The Head’s voice with a sharper edge. ‘We mustn’t be shy. I mean you’re not shy when you’re with Stuart, are you? When you take your knickers off and open your legs for him.’

She gave a shocked gasp. How could he say that! Or for that matter how could Mr Malting just grope her pussy like he had done! ‘Sir! I…I…It’s not like that…’

‘What is it like then!’ he barked unsympathetically. ‘But anyway you won’t want to be shy with Mr Baldock. He won’t want that. Do you understand me?’

What was Mr Malting saying! Did he mean Mr Baldock was going to want… to fuck her…?

Mr Making came in close again. Not to feel her pussy this time but sliding his arm round her waist. He must have guessed what she was thinking.

‘Oh, he’s not going to want to fuck you. Or at least I don’t think so. But there is something else that Mr Baldock is very interested in. Discipline, Avril. Do you know what I’m talking about?’

Avril was still feeling a bit stunned by Mr Malting’s earlier remarks — not to mention his hand fondling her pussy. She shook her head.

‘Discipline, Avril. Mr Baldock believes young people are lacking in discipline these days. And he likes to correct that omission where possible. I’m talking about girls naturally. Pretty girls especially. He likes to dish out a bit of discipline.’

Did Avril still look somewhat mystified? Just in case she was Mr Making spelled it out. ‘He likes to deal it out. A spanked bottom. Take a girl’s knickers down and spank her bottom.’

As he spoke his hand slid down as it had that other time. Down from her waist to cup a cheek of Avril’s ripe bottom. He clutched a good handful of flesh, squeezing. ‘This, Avril. I expect he’ll want to get at this.’

Avril stumbled away. She shook her head, her thoughts spinning.

‘Be sensible,’ Mr Malting said curtly. ‘It’s nothing to get too excited about. And I know how you want that university place. Well frankly I think it’s the only way you’ll get it. Mr Baldock has a lot of influence in certain quarters. He can make sure you get there — or likewise make sure you don’t.’

Avril felt like bursting into tears. She couldn’t believe it, it was just so dreadful. But Mr Malting couldn’t be making it all up. And what option did she have?

‘Come on,’ he urged. ‘It’s not so dreadful. And other girls have been happy with the arrangement, I can tell you that.’

Could that be true? She gave the Head a darting glance.

‘Yes?’ he pressed her again.

‘Wha…What w…will he want? Ex…actly…’

‘As I’ve said, to spank your bottom I imagine. Discipline that will be his name for it, but I’ve no doubt that is what it will be. Spanking your bottom. Taking your knickers down. On the bare. You know. Nothing too dreadful.’

Avril cringed.

Andrew Malting’s eyes glinted. ‘You’ve never had that?’

She shook her head. ‘No!’

‘Well really it’s nothing. And it could certainly be worse. I mean he could want the other. What you say you give your dear Stuart on a regular basis. That can certainly be demanded of a girl when she’s not up to the mark academically. Now I’m sure you’d rather not have that, giving Mr Baldock a taste of the full thing. Am I right?’

There was no arguing with that of course. Avril made a face. The thought of it was sickening nonetheless. ‘Wha…What… I mean will it be just… once?’

Mr Malting laughed. ‘Be reasonable, Avril. No I certainly don’t think Mr Baldock will be satisfied with that, lovely girl though you are. No, what I believe has happened before when Mr Baldock has done this, is she has gone round to him on a regular basis. Twice a week maybe. For tea. Mr Baldock will argue no doubt that a regular course of discipline is required. To be effective. So I imagine it will continue up until you resit the exams. In December. But naturally all this will be discussed when you go round to see Mr Baldock.’

Avril took a deep breath. Having to submit to it for all that time! She couldn’t! But what was the option. She knew she couldn’t do any better in the exams — and anyway Mr Malting had said Mr Baldock could stop her getting in in any case. What could she do!

Mr Malting said, ‘I know you’re going to be sensible, Avril. Yes. And so I’ll go ahead and make arrangements with Mr Baldock for you to go round and see him. This weekend I should think. Okay?’

Avril didn’t answer. What could she say. She bit her lip and stared down at the carpet. And then she realised that Mr Malting had stepped in close again. She looked up. His eyes had that excited look they had had earlier.

‘You say you have never had it, Avril. Your bottom spanked. Well I just wonder if before you go and see Mr Baldock we might… maybe have a trial run…’

It took Avril a few seconds to realise what the Head meant. He wanted to do it! With colour flooding her face she shook her head.

He took hold of her arm. ‘Yes I think so, Miss. Headmaster’s privilege don’t you think? Come on, we’ll do it now.’

‘No!’ she breathed. ‘No sir.’

But Mr Malting was going to insist — and felt he could. ‘Would you like me to tell your parents about Stuart, Avril? What you’re letting him do three times a week or whatever it is. It’s really my duty to tell them of course.’

It was blackmail but she could do nothing about it. Avril tried to plead but Mr Malting didn’t want to know. He was now all hot to get at her bottom. Henry Baldock was going to get at it — and so was he!

‘Come on, dear.’ He was dragging her over towards his visitor’s chair. He sat down in it, then pulled her close. His two hands went up under her skirt and ignoring her struggles he got his fingers in the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down. Avril gave a choked cry but no one was going to hear. The Head’s office was at the end of the corridor and anyway it was after school, the place would be virtually empty.

With her knickers now round her knees his hand went over the warm smoothness of her bare bottom. Then briefly round the front at the bush of her pussy. And then Avril was being pulled down across his lap.

She gave a whimpering yelp. It was happening. Her skirt was up round her waist. Her bottom was bare. She tried to struggle but Andrew Malting had her held firm. All her anguished movements did was to provide him with an even more gratifying spectacle. The ripe curves of her nude bottom and thighs. Not to mention delectable glimpses of her cunt. He paused for a moment, enjoying Avril’s unwitting show. Yes Henry Baldock was going to be in for a real treat!

And then his hand began whacking down.

SPLATT!!… SPLATT!!… SPLATT!!… SPLATT!!…

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Avril’s appointment with Mr Baldock was arranged for Saturday afternoon, at three o’clock. She set out with a feeling of trepidation. It was a little bit impossible to believe — even after that awful episode with Mr Malting. The thought that she was going round to Mr Baldock and very probably he was going to do it. It of course being what Mr Malting had done. In other words take her knickers down and…. She tried to push the thought of it out of her head as she went off.

Mr Baldock lived in a big house on the edge of town. Mr Malting had given her instructions: a bus ride and then a short walk. All too soon she was there: an iron gate set in a high stone wall. Inside there was a gravel drive leading through tall stately trees and shrubs, and at the end a big Victorian stone house. It was a beautiful calm day, silent and tranquil. The only sound Avril’s shoes crunching on the gravel as she reluctantly approached. The windows watching her. Was he there behind one of the curtains, looking out? Assessing her?

No, Mr Baldock was in the rear garden. A maid, about Avril’s age, led her through the house and out the back. Pointing. To a figure sitting in a canvas garden chair on a stone terrace. A man in a sports jacket. Fiftyish perhaps. Bald, with glasses…

The maid smiled at her, and Avril had the sudden thought that she maybe got the same. That demure black maid’s dress pulled up and her knickers taken down. And her bare bottom spanked. And then of course the other thought. She would know, or guess, that this visitor, Avril, was going to get it. Maybe even find some secret vantage point and watch…

Avril stumbled forward, trying to force the silly thought out of her head. She had to think of just one thing. University. Getting there at the end of the year. Being there with Stuart. And if to get there…

She made herself go forward. Along the stone path through the trees. There was a summer house and stone steps down. He could see her now. Along the terrace towards him.

‘Ah hello. Miss Symonds. Avril, yes? I’ve been expecting you and you’re on time. Good.’

He had a slightly harsh voice with a trace of a regional accent. A commanding voice and a disconcertingly direct stare through his glasses. His bald round head also gave Mr Baldock something of a sinister appearance. She made herself stand still, trying not to tremble. Mr Baldock had remained seated and although there was a second canvas chair she hadn’t been invited to sit down.

‘Yes your headmaster has told me about you of course. Grades not good enough for your university entrance. And you’d like to resit later in the year.’

‘Yes sir.’ Avril swallowed nervously. Against the wall close to where Mr Baldock was sitting were some croquet things. A mallet and coloured balls, and a multicoloured pin. She had seen these right away. But now her eyes had taken in something else. Resting against the wall with the croquet gear was another item. A cane.

Her eyes must have flickered nervously at it, and Mr Baldock noticed.

‘Ah yes, I see what you’re looking at. My cane.’ He reached out his hand. ‘Give it to me please.’

Avril felt a sick sensation in her stomach. Mr Malting hadn’t said anything about a cane…

To be continued…