And what if the girl whose browsing history in my previous post had revealed her naughtier side, turned out to be turned on by really rather kinky stuff?
And what if it wasn’t her housemaster who quizzed her, but the head prefect? Assisted, indeed, by several of his fellows…
What if her ‘likes’ included images of girls being spanked? Touched? Abused?
What if they were in the dark cellars beneath the school, late at night, knowing that no-one could hear them?
What if they stripped her? Touched her: “Is this the sort of thing you like?” Gave her the caning that the school rules demanded; touched her again; stripped her fully; passed her roughly between them.
Touched her again: found that, finally and against all her instincts, she was starting to get wet. Touched her more; whipped her harder.
A photo would be pulled out. A girl, on her knees, her eyes pleading for mercy as she was forced to suck. “We’d better let you enjoy yourself, hadn’t we?” the head prefect would say. “It’d only be polite of us, after all.” And he’d push her to the ground; unzip; use her mouth as she sobbed; give way to the next of the gang.
And then they’d stop. “It’s getting late. And I think there’s value in making a girl contemplate what she’s about to get. You’ll come back here tomorrow at lights out. And we’ll fuck you. Hard… And it seems from the photos as if your arse will need attention, too. Now, it’s after your bedtime. Get dressed and get going. For now…”