Mr Pomfret’s Achievers Club

From New Blushes Uniform Girls 2.23

Amanda was told she was to be in Mr Pomfret’s Achievers’ Club right at the beginning of the autumn term. The second day of term in fact, when she was summoned to his office. Mr Pomfret was, of course, headmaster at St Monica’s.

She was a little nonplussed as he told her, standing there in her school uniform in front of his desk. Well, she had never heard of this club.

Mr Pomfret smiled. His sharp eyes behind his glasses taking her in. She was a very good-looking girl with thick chestnut hair and a very nice figure, fullish boobs filling out the front of her maroon sweater.

‘That is because it’s not a club that I advertise. I feel that girls not invited to be members could be jealous, there could be ill feeling. So really it is a confidential club. And in fact there are only a very few members at any one time. Just a very few specially chosen girls whom I consider to be achievers of the future. Girls who will go places.’

Well that was really exciting, wasn’t it? Amanda squirmed, feeling herself blushing. An achiever of the future! And it wasn’t as if she was top girl in her class or anything. Or especially good at any sport. She was seventeen now, and this was her last year at school. She was hoping to go to university but certainly couldn’t be sure that she would get good enough grades when the time came.

So all in all this had to be great news. Unbelievable, and certainly highly exciting! Of course Amanda would have wanted to tell everyone. Well her friends at least. And no doubt Mr Pomfret guessed this.

‘I said it is confidential, Amanda, and I really meant that. I do feel it has to remain completely quiet. So I must ask you to keep it secret. Not tell a soul. Can I rely on that?’

Amanda said somewhat breathlessly, ‘Yes. Of course sir.’

Mr Pomfret was getting up from his desk now. Coming round to Amanda.

Her head was in a bit of a spin. Well it was all quite out of the blue. But not surprisingly of course if confidential. Then she thought of something.

‘Uh… sir. I mean, can I know who else is in the club? I mean otherwise I won’t know, will I.’

Mr Pomfret was standing close. ‘No, you wouldn’t. And maybe you wouldn’t need to know. But I will tell you, again in confidence of course. I am also this year extending membership to Sandra Stevens. And to Julie Marchant.’

Sandra and Julie. Well they were a bit like herself, Amanda thought. Both in her year, and not what you would call high academics, or big at sports either. And there was another similarity too if you thought about it. They were both very attractive girls. Because without being immodest Amanda knew she was very attractive too.

Mr Pomfret gave her arm a friendly squeeze. ‘I should explain that I like to have regular private sessions with girls in the club. Training sessions you could say, which are aimed at getting a girl to reach her full potential. And I thought we might have a first one this Saturday afternoon. How does that sound?’

Well it sounded marvellous. Amanda nodded enthusiastically, her eyes radiant. But then she was abruptly conscious of something else. Mr Pomfret’s hand. It had been squeezing her arm. And now it was at her bottom. His hand cupping the nearside cheek of her bottom.

She couldn’t stop her bottom flinching. But she didn’t try to jerk away. Mr Pomfret was continuing, saying maybe if the weather was nice they could go for a walk. And his hand stayed there as he spoke. Kept hold of her bottom. His hand squeezing her bottom. The nearside cheek. And then reaching for the other…

Amanda did her best to concentrate on what Mr Pomfret was saying. It wasn’t easy though. Mr Pomfret had never done this before. Never handled her bottom. She had heard girls say he would do it, but, well, had just thought they had made it up…

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The weather is indeed nice on Saturday, a lovely warm early autumn day. And here are Amanda and Mr Pomfret walking along a pleasant lane out in the country. They have come out here in Mr Pomfret’s car which is parked back at the end of the lane. Raymond Pomfret, blessing the weather no doubt, is in shirtsleeves and slacks rather than his formal schoolmasterly garb. And he carries a stick. It is not what you would call a walking stick though. Well in fact it is a cane. A school cane.

And Amanda? She is very fetchingly clothed. Not in her school uniform, although that can look very fetching too on a pretty 17-year-old who has shapely tits and a nice bottom and legs. But no, Amanda is in more sporty gear. A tight white tee-top and light blue athletic shorts. White ankle socks and smart white trainers. So her long and shapely legs are attractively bare. Mr Pomfret from time to time eyes Amanda’s long bare legs with approval. Anticipation too maybe? Yes he eyes her legs, and her bottom too. Because the athletic shorts as well as being short are also tight. Possibly they are a size too small for Amanda’s fullish bottom. But then they are not Amanda’s own shorts, they have been supplied by, yes, Mr Pomfret. He gave them to her on Friday at the end of school. ‘For tomorrow, for our little walk.’ And perhaps Raymond Pomfret got Amanda’s size wrong. Or again perhaps not.

The other thing is that there is nothing, no other garment, under Amanda’s shorts. Again Mr Pomfret ‘s recommendation, or instruction one could say.

‘On Saturday for our walk, Amanda. For the extra freedom of movement. To promote the healthy exercise of a girl’s limbs. Just for our country walk of course, I am not suggesting that you wear no knickers to school.’

And Mr Pomfret’s hand, as it had before at that earlier interview, briefly explored Amanda’s bottom.

Well she might be surprised at all this, but she wasn’t going to argue. Not after being selected to be in Mr Pomfret’s Achievers’ Club.

And so here they are walking along the lane. Mr Pomfret in his casual shirtsleeves and with his cane. And Amanda in tee-shirt and her tight shorts with no knickers underneath. She is also carrying a small backpack. Mr Pomfret has provided it, and perhaps it contains some refreshments for later.

As they walk along Mr Pomfret swings his cane and also, if Amanda gets a step in front as he does seem to allow, eyes his companion’s legs and bottom. But also he is talking. He is talking about the Achievers’ Club, and how being in the Club can allow a girl who is potentially an achiever to ensure she does in fact achieve things. Reach her proper potential in other words. The key to this, as Mr Pomfret spells it out, is discipline. Self-discipline. Yes, but a girl has to be taught how to attain self-discipline.

And how is this to be accomplished? Ah, the key! Mr Pomfret gives a little whippy flourish of his cane. He is of course shortly to demonstrate. To in fact start his new club member on the happy road. Yes the road of discipline!

They come to what Raymond Pomfret thinks is a suitable spot. They are now far enough along the lane to be sure of privacy. And there is a fence at the side. A fence of convenient-looking timber sections, so the headmaster thinks. Convenient for what? To give Amanda her first introduction to discipline, is the answer. Discipline in the form of corporal chastisement. In other words Mr Pomfret’s whippy cane across her bottom. Her bottom bared, naturally, to allow the full impact to be achieved. (And that, we may guess, could be the reason, the real reason, why Amanda has been asked to come this afternoon wearing no knickers. To make the baring of her choice bottom quick and easy! Yes. Indeed!)

This, what Mr Pomfret proposes, he communicates to her. In simple terms, Amanda is to step up onto the bottom rung of the fence. And bend her upper body forward and over. Mr Pomfret will then do the rest. He will slide down her shorts. And apply the cane.

It takes a few minutes for Amanda to take this in. Mr Pomfret is proposing to cane her!

To Amanda’s incredulous look he says, ‘I am sure you have been listening carefully to what I have been saying, my dear?’

Well yes. That talk about self-discipline. Fulfilling her potential. ‘Uh… but the cane, sir!’ He can’t really mean it?

But of course Mr Pomfret does. ‘It is my usual practice, Amanda. With girls in the Achievers’ Club. I have found it is the very best route to proper discipline.’

He gives her an owlish look. ‘You are not going to argue with my judgement I hope? I mean that would be a most unfortunate start.’

And Amanda doesn’t want that, does she? She certainly doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot. She gives a distressed little whimper. It is not easy to believe this. But she is doing it. Stepping up onto the fence.

Raymond Pomfret puts down his cane. An expression of gratification on his face. This very first step can be awkward. He has in the past had girls who refused. Refused to take the cane. One or two girls. Which showed an error of judgement on his part of course. He should never have attempted to recruit those particular girls, they were quite unsuitable material for the Club. But he has felt pretty confident about Amanda Mitchell. A lovely girl and also, he has felt sure, teachable. Trainable. He feels confident about Sandra and Julie too, though he hasn’t as yet put it to the test with either of them. No, Amanda is the first this year. And she’s going to be good! So very good!

Yes standing up on the fence rung now, and bending forward. To thrust that lovely bottom into full prominence. With the tight pale blue shorts and no knickers underneath it is marvellously erotic. Almost a shame to take the shorts down! Not really! No, he wants them down alright. His fingers delicately in the shorts’ elastic waistband. And then… a nice little tug…

Amanda’s nates bared. She whimpers again. But she has to take this, doesn’t she? To be a member of the Club. Mr Pomfret’s hand on her cool bare bottom-cheeks. Lightly caressing. She gives a quick nervous glance at the cane, leaning at the side. That cane! Oh Christ! Why can’t Mr Pomfret be just content with feeling her bottom. Well that’s not so bad, is it?

She squirms. ‘Sir…! Do I have… to have it…?’ Her voice squeaky with desperation.

‘Oh yes, Amanda. Most certainly.’

‘Christ! Aayaaahh…!’

Yes the cane has whipped in. A good firm stroke. Not as hard as Raymond Pomfret could manage, of course. He was not a cruel or unreasonable man. But a good stinging shot. A girl had to feel it. You had to sting her, to get the proper effect. And Mr Pomfret has got the proper effect. Amanda is squirming and writhing. Gasping. Plus there is a nice bright red stripe across the full meat of her bottom.

Mr Pomfret tells her to keep still. And then aims a second. And a bit later, when she had had the chance to get the proper feel of that, a third.

He puts his cane down. ‘How was that then? As a little introduction.’

Amanda is speechless. Her bottom is red-hot. It feels as if a swarm of angry bees has descended on it.

The headmaster’s hand reaches to caress the hot flesh. ‘You did well. Took them well. For a first time of course. Some girls can make an awful fuss. I can see you’re going to be a good Achiever, Amanda.’

He is helping her down from the fence now. Amanda has an awful hot throb in her bottom still, and her legs are quite shaky. Her shorts are still down of course and Mr Pomfret has hold of her. He has her hot bare bottom tight against him. Tight against some stiff hardness there. Amanda is breathing heavily, with the shock of that awful caning still. But at least it is over. She would like to get her shorts up now. Well not only is her bottom still bare but her pussy too.

And then one of Mr Pomfret’s hands is there! Round at the front cupping the furry bulge of her pussy!

‘So it wasn’t too bad?’ he asks, with his hardness thrust against her bottom and his hand cupping her bare pussy.

‘N…N…’ she stutters. ‘Pl…Pl…Please sir…’

It is not a very informative reply but then maybe Mr Pomfret didn’t require one. Maybe it was simply a stalling move, while he kept hold of her pussy. Anyway he does now let go. He is quite red in the face.

‘Good. Well you can pull your shorts up now, and we will go on a bit. There’s quite a nice spot a bit further on where we can maybe have a little rest.’

Amanda is red-faced too. As she fumbles her shorts up over her hot bottom and now somewhat moist pussy.

Yes there is a place further on which Mr Pomfret leads her too. He seems to know it, and maybe he has been here before with other new recruits to the Achievers’ Club. Through some trees to a secluded little glade. ‘We’ll have a sit down,’ he says, and takes Amanda’s backpack and opens it. The pack doesn’t in fact contain refreshment, but a rug. He spreads it on the grass, and tells Amanda to sit down. Mr Pomfret joins her on the rug.

‘And now, Amanda, in this nice tranquil spot, we need to have some more discussion. And also I think maybe a little check, or test.’

What test is this? Amanda wonders. She is still ruefully feeling the soreness in her bottom. She has had that test alright. Bloody painful! It is not a lot of consolation that Mr Pomfret has said she took it well.

Mr Pomfret says she should lie back. Lie down in fact. More comfortable. Amanda would rather not actually, but complies.

‘Boyfriends,’ he says, leaning over her. ‘We need to talk about that. Any boyfriend?’

Flushing slightly Amanda says she doesn’t actually have a boyfriend. Not a proper boyfriend.

Mr Pomfret, leaning over her, reaches his hand to her tits. Gently squeezing one. ‘No boyfriend, Amanda? So not indulging in… ah… sex with any boys?’

‘No sir,’ she says. Amanda turns her face away, embarrassed. She bites her lip. His hand at her tits is disconcerting. Should she protest? But it’s certainly not as bad as the cane.

‘Ah!’ Mr Pomfret’s eyes sharp behind his glasses. His hand working at her tits. ‘That is good news. Boys, having sex with boys, can be a very unfortunate distraction at your age. And if you were doing it I should have to tell you to stop. We can’t have distractions with boys in the Achievers’ Club.’

Raymond Pomfret goes on. This discussion is of course at the very centre of matters with the Achievers’ Club. ‘But also I know that a girl of your age can get stressed. The hormones. You say you don’t have a boyfriend which is very good. But do you from time to time find the need for self-release? A girl can get that itch I know. I am talking about masturbation of course. And I know most girls feel the need for it from time to time.’

Amanda is flushing now of course. Her face turned away so as not to look at Mr Pomfret. Well how can she talk about such a subject! It is impossible!

It may be impossible but Mr Pomfret wants an answer. His hand is still playing with her tits, which is making things worse. But he insists on an answer.

‘And look at me, Amanda. I shall know if you are telling the truth.’

The truth is that Amanda does do it. Not all the time like some girls, but there are times, now and then, when she does feel an irresistible urge. Yes that is the truth, and Mr Pomfret wheedles it out of her.

‘You don’t have to be embarrassed,’ he tells her. ‘It is quite normal. I am sure you are quite a normal girl, with the normal urges.’

He gives her tits a final working over, then straightens up. ‘And now I would like you to take your shorts off. Stay lying down and just slip them down, and right off. We are going to have that little test I mentioned.’

Amanda’s big brown eyes register alarm. Her shorts off! And with no knickers on underneath that will mean being nude. Below her waist at least. Her pussy… And stay lying down on the rug! For a test. What test!

Is Mr Pomfret planning to screw her! Is that what new recruits to the Achievers’ Club have to undergo?

She shakes her head. ‘Please sir! No… I…I’d rather not do that.’

Mr Pomfret tells her not to be silly. He just wants to do his test. And she had better remember that members of the Achievers’ Club do not say no to him. They do not question his judgement. That is all part of the discipline scene.

And so, unhappily, Amanda does it. Slides her shorts down and off over her trainers. Having done this she quickly puts her hands protectively over her exposed pussy. But as we might imagine, Mr Pomfret does not want that. No, he wants his own hand there.

He is leaning over her again. To do his testing. What test? Testing Amanda’s reactions. Reactions to being stimulated. Yes his hand is there at her pussy. Pushing her own hands away, to get on with his testing. Manipulating, in a very knowing way in fact. Yes we may be sure Raymond Pomfret has done this before. Testing a new Club member’s reactions. And it is as good as the first caning. Just about on a par. A most extreme pleasure: Getting a new girl going.

And as it turns out it is not difficult to get Amanda going. Not at all. The caning first helps of course. It always does, getting the blood moving. But Amanda is responsive. Very.

Although she doesn’t want to respond. Well, she has never had it done to her by someone else before. But if you have a girl’s normal healthy reactions and someone who knows what he is doing, there is in fact no way of stopping it. Is there? No way to stop her hips rolling and writhing. No way to stop her need to work herself on those expert fingers.

Yes, Amanda responds alright. Coming. A big orgasm. And then just a little bit later, when Mr Pomfret, pursuant to fully testing his new girl, starts again, coming a second time.

So all in all it is quite a shock. Amanda’s first session with Mr Pomfret as a member of the Achievers’ Club. That caning, and then the other. Scarcely believable. But they were the normal tests, Mr Pomfret said, the usual tests which new recruits to the Achievers’ Club would undergo. Nothing to get excited about.

Well that was easy for him to say, how could a girl not get excited — highly agitated — by it? By the very thought of it.

Because this was the other thing: the testing wasn’t just reserved for new recruits either. No, it seemed that an Achiever could expect a regular programme of testing. Those same tests. The cane, and the other. Well, and maybe spanking too. Her bare bottom spanked, that could sometimes replace the cane. Or on the other hand be additional to it.

The prospect of this almost made a girl think she didn’t actually want to be a member of the Club. Almost. And maybe Mr Pomfret was conscious of this, this possibility, the doubt in a girl’s mind. Because right after that first walk in the country, on the next Monday morning, he saw Amanda in his office. To stress how important and valuable membership of the Club was. Especially for, say, Amanda, for instance. Who was keen to get to university but pretty definitely was going to need some help.

Some of this help would be in Mr Pomfret’s special and personal tuition, teaching her self-discipline and how to concentrate her mind. And there was also something else: the fact that Mr Pomfret could make things easier. Because he had his university contacts. Contacts could be crucial in getting a girl into university. A girl who wasn’t, let us say, of the very highest academic standard.

And being a sensible girl Amanda took due note of all this, of Mr Pomfret’s boosting little chat. And like other doubting girls before her, she decided it was worthwhile. Because what was a sore bottom now and then, set against the firm expectation of a university place?

Now and then? Well, as it turned out Mr Pomfret liked to do it a couple of times a week. The cane. Sometimes, if he was feeling like it, maybe a bit more frequently. So maybe it was a bit more than now and then. But then again you did get a bit used to taking it. And the other? Yes he liked to do that pretty frequently too. But that anyway wasn’t painful, was it? Having Mr Pomfret bring you off.

It didn’t all happen on country walks of course. Mr Pomfret did like to take a girl out on a walk now and then, on a nice day. But most of the sessions took place round at his house. Quite a lot of them in his back bedroom. What he really liked was for a girl to get undressed and put on just a little shortie nighty for the session. He liked to have a girl like this even more than in those gym shorts with no knickers underneath, although that remained a favourite for walks.

There was a Mrs Pomfret and she was sometimes around when Mr Pomfret had a girl in for a session. It didn’t seem to bother her though. She was a nice, pleasant woman who would say ‘Hello dear’ and just let Mr Pomfret get on with his tutoring.

And was it all finally worthwhile? Yes in fact. Amanda got her university place. But there was another little twist, as she was to find out. Because Mr Pomfret’s university contacts knew about his Achievers’ Club. And they were prepared to use their influence to bend the rules a little for one of Mr Pomfret’s special girls. Just as long as they could continue with her in like fashion.