Careers Master on the Job

Photo-story from Blushes 84 featuring Sarah-Jane Hamilton as a rather unconvincing schoolgirl. Not very well written I'm afraid.

It was the beginning of June and getting very close to the end of the school year. Hugh Ventnor, Careers Master, had been very busy all term getting school leavers fixed up in what they would be doing after they left. For some girls there was no real problem; those going on to college for instance, as long as they had the necessary grades. But the poor economic climate meant that quite a number of girls were still at this late stage with nothing sorted out. Especially of course those girls who were going to leave with very limited qualifications.

One in this category was Christine Calway who now was in the Career Master’s room standing in front of his desk. An extremely attractive girl with chestnut-brown hair in a thick pony-tail and a full, shapely figure in her summer blouse and skirt. But unfortunately 17-year-old Christine although she had reached the lower Sixth was going to leave school with at best a couple of very low-grade GCEs, and there just were no jobs if that was all you had.

Hugh Ventnor, shaking his head, gave Christine a wan grin. It had been a long hard term and he was really looking forward to his summer break. What could you find for someone like Christine? No paper qualifications — but with those really stunning looks. He leaned back in his chair and pictured her… as a topless waitress. In a demure little uniform — demure except that it was cut to fully display those lovely big tits. But could he really tell one of Fairmount School’s leavers that topless waiting was all the Careers Master could suggest? Apart from anything else (her parents’ reaction!) it was hardly something with bright prospects.

He shook his head again. ‘No ideas Christine?’ An answering glum shake of Christine’s pretty head. And then Hugh Ventnor had his sudden vision. Maybe it was because he had earlier been reluctantly considering the decorating which his wife had been urging on him at home — and which with the imminent end of term she would be urging with increased vigour. Painting and paper-hanging — Margaret Ventnor had decided that the whole of their downstairs needed urgent attention.

Yes, it was undoubtedly the subconscious thought of that combined with his vision of Christine as a topless waitress. And the two being brought together in a brilliant (even if he said it himself) flash of inspiration. Because what Hugh Ventnor now saw was Christine engaged in house decorating. Christine topless! Or at any rate very skimpily clad. Maybe just a pair of brief and tight fitting knickers? Yes and maybe there were two girls. Christine and another good-looking one. Both of them similarly engaged and similarly briefly and sexily clad.

A couple of girls like that could get an awful lot of work. With male clients of course. Men perhaps like himself who were being badgered by their wives to get on with it. A couple of lovely girls who worked stripped down, in just a pair of sexy knickers or whatever, would certainly have a very big start over anyone else in the field. Of course they would have to learn a few basics. But anyone could learn painting and decorating.

‘Interior decorating, Christine. Have you considered that at all?’ He was getting to his feet, with a flush of excitement on his face.

Christine did not have the Career Master’s vision in her head and her pretty face bore a look of puzzlement. He was coming round his desk to her, and took her arm.

It was of course the end of term, the end of the year, and a master did not necessary feel those same restraints which had controlled his actions earlier. Lovely Christine was one of the girls Hugh had definitely felt the hots for from time to time. Imagining taking her over his lap and taking her knickers down. To get his hand on that succulent bare flesh, for a sharp spanking say… and then proceeding to other pleasures. Naturally throughout the year when you had those thoughts and urges they had to remain in the realms of the imagination. But right at the end of the year and in particular with girls who weren’t coming back…

Hugh, with a surge of excitement, pulled Christine close. Her back to him. Those surging hemispheres of her bottom! He had an erection, with his vision and with the thought of letting all that restraint go and just grabbing her. As he was now doing! Holding both her upper arms he pulled her into full contact with his front. With his erect penis, firmly thrusting it into the crease between those swelling bottom-cheeks.

Christine let out a shocked gasp. Feeling the unmistakably thrust of Mr Ventnor’s erect organ through her thin summer skirt and the brief knickers underneath. Her immediate reaction was to pull away — but Mr Ventnor had a tight grip on her arms and she was held firm. She gasped again as he worked his hips, rubbing it hard against her. Pushing it into her sensitive flesh. As his voice breathed excitedly in her ear:

‘I’ve got a really great idea Christine. For you and I think Zita Najram. The two of you setting up as a little decorating business. Of course we’re going to have to work on the details.’

Hugh thrust his pulsating organ again into Christine’s incredibly firm but yielding bottom. And then, throwing caution to the winds, his hands came round to reach for the lovely girl’s splendid tits. Those ripely thrusting orbs, deliciously held in a light and lacy bra under her thin blouse. His hands doing what they had frequently itched to do: firmly cupping Christine’s ripely rounded tits.

Christine made a gurgling sound. Had Mr Ventnor gone crazy? Suddenly turning into a raving sex-maniac? And what was he saying?

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Zita Najram was an Asian girl very much in the same category as Christine Calway. A very lovely deep-coffee-complexioned girl, with a ripe-lipped mouth and long lustrous black hair plus a beautiful figure; but equally Zita was going to leave school with no qualifications. What was she going to do? Like Christine, Zita did not know. She had naturally gone to the Careers Master for advice and guidance but Hugh Ventnor had been unable to do much except shake his head in a helpless manner. But now… yes! He definitely saw Zita as the other girl with Christine in this decorating duo. The exotically attractive Zita as a mouth-watering counterpoint to Christine’s Nordic charms. Zita, like Christine, wielding the paste-brush in just a pair of skimpy knickers, her large big-nippled tits on full display! (Hugh had not seen Zita’s tits in the altogether and had no evidence that they were big-nippled — but he was quite sure they were.)

Yes! Yes! Hugh called Zita into his office as soon as he had finished with the bemused Christine (he had ended the interview by getting his hand firmly on Christine’s gorgeous bum as she went out — a proper no-nonsense grope). He then gave Zita the same upbeat message: that he had thought of a job for her — a business enterprise — which could be highly successful. He explained in brief terms. As with Christine this meant an edited version of his vision at this stage, stating merely that two very attractive girls would be able to take business from the more mundane type of decorator.

And yes, as with Christine, Hugh was emboldened to get to close quarters with the delicious Zita. She was another girl who had fuelled his fantasies through the year, but now… He did that same heady trick as with Christine. Holding her arms from behind and thrusting his stiffened prick at her ripe-fleshed bottom. As he breathed his great news in her ear.

Like Christine, Zita gasped at the unmistakable presence of Mr Ventnor’s big prong. Her immediate reaction was to jerk away — but there was what he was saying to inhibit any such reaction. Zita was desperate for some sort of job and if Mr Ventnor had come up with something she realised she couldn’t afford to be too sensitive. She needed to show she was a grateful and friendly girl. To the extent at least of letting him grind that stiff thing into her bottom… and a bit later get his hands at her big firm tits.

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The first thing, Hugh decided, was to see the girls for a further chat. To put them a bit more in the picture, discuss if they knew anything at all about decorating, etc. And also naturally to get his hands on them again! To make quite clear he couldn’t be expected to organise this for them for nothing. For one thing, he was going to have them working on his own house for practice. The girls might well do a less than perfect job during this introductory period so there was that to be taken into account. (He was going to have to explain things to his wife of course and also arrange the practice sessions when she was out of the house, but as Margaret had a job that should not be an insurmountable problem.

Hugh thought he would see them separately to start with and at his house this time. When Margaret was out naturally. It would be much easier to get to grips with each girl on her own! And he thought Zita first. Zita he felt had already got the idea that nothing was for nothing; also Asian girls were brought up to respect male authority.

Zita proved most amenable. Keen! Well maybe not exactly keen on Hugh Ventnor’s fondling and groping hands but prepared to accept them, and definitely keen on the proposed venture. The concept that two pretty girls briefly and sexily clad (he didn’t exactly at this stage say with bare tits, that could come later) could do very good business in the painting and decorating world. Zita it appeared had never tried her hand at any of that but she was sure she could pick it up. It didn’t seem difficult!

Hugh was sitting on the sofa with his protege, with cups of coffee in front of them on the coffee table. With one arm round Zita… and his other hand at the lovely girl’s blouse front. Gently stroking one of her gorgeous, trembling tits. No, it wasn’t too difficult he agreed. But the work did need concentration. The decorator had to apply himself/herself properly to the task. And of course Zita as he understood it had not shown a great deal of application to her work throughout the year (or she might have got some proper qualifications). And therefore what he proposed…

Zita had heard of the cane of course? he asked. That instrument of correction which not so long ago had been in quite widespread use in schools. The cane delivered to a recalcitrant pupil’s bottom. And yes, girls’ as well as boys’ bottoms. Zita did know about the cane?

Zita nervously replied that she had indeed heard of the cane. ‘Well then,’ Hugh told her. ‘I think I shall be using it. To make sure I am not wasting my valuable time with you and Christine. To make sure you both pay attention and do your very best. And as you are both virtually left school we don’t have to worry about the niceties, do we?’

The ‘niceties’ being of course that it was strictly against all regulations for Hugh Ventnor to use the cane on either of these girls. Zita, her voice tremulous with having her sensitive tits intimately handled for some five minutes now, and also tremulous with the thought of the cane, said she knew they wouldn’t require it. They would both be really working at this decorating.

Hugh was now proceeding to unbutton Zita’s blouse. Feeling the urgent need to get at warm and living flesh. Yes, he understood what she was saying. But nonetheless, he told her, he really felt he was going to need to give her a little taste. And Christine too. So that they were fully aware of just what a cane was like.

‘And I am going to do that… right now Zita. Or shortly. Just so that you know. I am going to give your bottom a little caning.’

Zita making gaspy protesting sounds. At this rather fearsome thing Mr Ventnor was now saying. The cane! And also it must be said at his hand. Which now had her blouse open and her bra unfastened too. To bare one juicy big boob entirely. Marvellous! Zita did have big nipples, with correspondingly large brown areolae! These lovely big nipples were now fully erect after five minutes fondling. Fantastic! But as fantastic as they were Hugh Ventnor was going on to something else. Another area of interest. As he had announced.

‘No! Really…!’ Zita pleaded. And now definitely referring to the prospect of the cane. Standing now and holding her blouse closed over her big melons. Shaking that lustrous head of jet black curling hair. ‘No, please.’

But Mr Ventnor who had left her moments earlier was now coming back. With a cane in his hand! His somewhat florid face was even redder, with excitement. And didn’t a man have reason for excitement? With a cane in his hand and before him this extremely sexy girl with the big alarmed eyes, and those lovely big-nippled boobs that he’d just been playing with? Also her ripely round rear!

Yes naturally that part of Zita Najram was now on centre stage in Hugh Ventnor’s head. Her firm but fleshy, eminently caneable bum!

‘Yes!’ Hugh grinned. ‘I’m afraid so Zita. Definitely! Get your knickers down will you please.’

He caned Zita over the arm of the settee. With her skirt off and her knickers down close to her knees. Her head down on the seat and that ripe rear raised, thrust out like a twin-cheeked full moon. With nestling in dead centre between the fleshy cheeks and clearly to be seen, the fuzzy-haired split peach of Zita’s pussy!

After pausing just a few moments to inspect and admire this marvellous target, Hugh got briskly down to work. Whipping the cane zippily in. To bring forth an anguished howl.

‘Keep it still! Keep in position. This is all in a good cause remember.’ This counsel was followed by a second wristy stroke. Then another.

The Careers Master gave Zita four in all. Each one a nifty, wristy stroke producing a further desperate yelp plus a satisfying deep-red imprint on Zita’s frantically squirming coffee-coloured bum. Using the cane on Zita’s bottom was a really fantastic turn-on and it was a great temptation to keep going, but he controlled himself. She was only getting a taste of it at this stage. Just a starter and nothing too unbearable.

Because Hugh could now see a further heady development of his idea. Which was to tell clients they could cane Zita and Christine! If they were in any way not completely satisfied with the girls’ work. And possibly it would be understood when they signed up that they could get to cane them even if they were satisfied. Wouldn’t that be a great selling point? Undoubtedly! But the two girls would have to agree to it. So he needed to go a bit easy at this stage.

Hugh helped Zita upright. The lovely girl was somewhat unsteady on her reluctantly bared tits — or pussies! Yes both girls truly marvellous. And of course both in need of more training — and immediately. The first efforts of both girls with paint and paste brush had been poor to say the least. Christine and Zita needed more practice. And more caning! Before Hugh could present them to prospective clients.

He had them both back together the afternoon following Christine’s start. This time specifying brief shorts plus sleeveless tops. That was probably the outfit he would have them in once they started. Although it could be that perhaps for a special price a client could request some other, more spicy outfit to suit his own taste?

He stressed to them that they needed to improve. And to reinforce this Hugh got the cane out again right at the start. Both Christine and Zita were anyway in need of more discipline. He told them they had needed more of it all along and if they had been given the cane earlier would have buckled down to their school work and not been in the position they were in now.

So he wanted both of them to take their shorts and knickers down and get bent over together. He was going to get them nicely warmed up before they started work. And then he was going to oversee their work very critically. Whenever he thought it necessary he would be using the cane again. And the next time he caned a girl he would have her up on her back on one of the trestles. With her legs up in the air. Shorts and knickers down again of course. Had they got that?

Yelps from both of them. They had each had a taste of that position earlier and it was really horrible. Even worse than the bending-over one that they were now most reluctantly assuming. For one thing it meant giving Mr Ventnor a completely unobstructed view of your bare pussy. Also positioned like that the cane when it struck seemed to impart an even more desperate sting. If that was possible. If anything could be worse than the cane in this awful bottom-sticking-out position.

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Halfway through this session, with both girls together, Hugh Ventnor gave them a better idea of what he had in mind. For one thing, he pointed out, their work was not likely to become particularly good. They had a long way to go (and the several times he had felt it necessary to resort to the cane this afternoon confirmed that). So they would only get work by offering a nice little extra. Being pretty girls with sexy bodies was not by itself going to be enough. On the other hand showing something of their sexy shapes would make a difference. Working for clients in just their knickers and bras say.

This idea came as a definite shock. The immediate reaction was to shake their heads. No! Hugh took a brisk line. Maybe another session with the cane for each of them would put some sense into their heads? And that was another thing. The cane. His idea was that they would agree to that too. For a special fee they would agree to be caned by the client. This would be on the quiet of course, they naturally wouldn’t want to advertise it.

More t aghast looks and shakings of heads. Hugh continued in his very brisk way. Wondering aloud if maybe he should give them both another vigorous caning right away. To put some sense into their heads. They had the prospect of a very lucrative little number here. Or did they instead want to join the ranks of the unemployed? It was his duty as their Careers Master to insist that they took this up. And he was prepared in fact to act as their manager. Arranging business for a very nominal percentage. While of course continuing their training.

In fact, Hugh said, he had already arranged a first appointment for them. It was with Mr Appleby the Senior English Master. Mr Appleby was keen to pay the special fee. The extra caning fee.