How I became a sissy schoolgirl. Part 3
As I followed Miss Thorne out of the room, I was amazed at how quickly she was walking.
I remembered when I had tried to walk in heels that high, and I just fell over, yet she did not appear to be rushing, and I felt I almost had to run to keep up with her.
The view I has was magnificent, her pony tail swinging from side to side, her arse wriggling in the tight skirt, in fact it was so tight I am sure I could see the tell tale ridges showing that she was wearing a suspender belt.
As I struggled to keep up with her I was aware that everything I was wearing was reminding me of the feminine things I had on.
I wondered if 'normal' females got used to all the sensations over time, but it was such a jolt to my senses.
The shoes making my balance change, and even making me think how to walk.
My stockings swishing against each other, and the gentle pull of the suspenders.
My cock was rubbing against the lace of 'my' knickers (I don't know whose knickers I was wearing, and in fairness girls would not have the same sensation that I am experiencing).
The bounce of 'my' tits, and when breathe I feel the restriction caused by the bra straps.
Also I was aware of how my hair moved as though it had a life of its own, brushing against my cheek.
The smell and sensations of my makeup, all constantly reminding me of the situation I am in.
I must admit I was glad that I had been sucked off earlier, as even now I could feel my cock begin to harden, I am sure it would have been tenting out the front of my skirt otherwise.
We stopped outside a door, and it had the sign 'Headmistress, Ms M Davies'.
Miss Thorne knocked on the door and entered, and I followed.
"Our mystery girl, Ms Davies", she said "Her name is Samantha Holder."
I looked round the room, it was wood panels, with many bookcases and diplomas on the wall, and unusually there was a vaulting horse in the corner.
Ms Davies, was behind her desk, she looked about 50, with greying hair, pulled back into a bun, and she was wearing a black academic gown, looking every inch the person in charge.
" Thank you Miss Thorne," she said, and with that Miss Thorne left the room and she turned her eyes on me.
"So you would like to join us would you?"
Thinking of what Frankie had said I curtseyed and said "Yes Ms Davies."
She smiled at my response then asked "Why?"
Damn! I was not expecting that, I knew I was opening and closing my mouth a few times before I could think of something to say, and stuttered " I I I, was talking to Frankie.........err........Francesca, and she said your school turns out ladies to mix in top society."
"Well we certainly turn out ladies who can articulate properly" She said "and it starts with hard work and discipline. Are you prepared to work hard, and accept discipline when needed?"
What else could I do.....so I curtseyed and said "Yes Ms Davies."
"We will see, shall we," she said as she got up from behind her desk and walked over to the vaulting horse, "come over here, Samantha."
Part of me wanted to run, but I didn't want to get Frankie into trouble, so I walked across the office.
"Lean across the vaulting horse, with your arms outstretched," she said.
As I did as ordered I heard some clicks, and saw some metal straps holding my arms down.
Not knowing if it would make the situation better or worse by saying who I really was, I just kept quiet.
She then reached into a cupboard and pulled out a cane, and swished it in the air a few times.
Oh my god she was going to use that on me!
Again I thought about saying something, but did not know how that would improve the situation, I just hoped it would be over quickly and I will leave this place.
But as I was thinking this I was aware my cock was beginning to throb in my knickers, I was even trying to think how painful this is going to be in the hope it made my cock subside.........it didn't, for some reason it got harder still, and I could feel my pre-cum begin to make my knickers damp.
She touched the tip of the cane onto my ankle and said "Sometimes it is useful to know what the punishment might be, so you know you have to work hard to avoid it".
I gasped at the touch of the cane.
Then slowly she slid the cane up my stockinged leg, past my calf, past my knee, along my inner thigh, then just as it touched my thigh, just above my stocking tops she stopped.
"I do find the anticipation heightens the sensation", she said.
I don't know that, all I knew was my cock was so hard, pushing against the lace and elastic of my knickers, trying to escape and revealing my secret. I was scared any movement would allow it to come free from its feminine cage.
Then she put the cane to touch the ankle of my other leg, and began its slow journey up my leg until it was stroking the bare flesh above the other stocking top.
I felt like begging 'please cane me, get it over with', but I knew that I was in no position to do that.
Then the cane left my thigh, and I prepared myself for the sharp sting as it hit my bottom.
But she was not ready to do that yet, I felt the cane slowly lift the hem of my skirt, until I could feel it on my lower back.
"What have we got here?" She said, as I felt her hand surround my cock, through the lacy material.
I gasped at the touch of her hand, and almost came immediately.
She was gently stroking my cock, knowing how close I was to cumming.
"I suppose this changes things," she said, then let go of my cock, and walked around until she was in front of me.
She had opened her academic gown, and I should have been surprised at the sexy purple corset she was wearing with suspenders holding up her stockings. But my attention was taken by the hard, throbbing, cock that was framed by the corset and stockings.
I could see a droplet of pre-cum, glistening on the end of her cock.
"I am in need for a new 'head girl', would you like that situation?" She said.
I don't know if it was the clothes I was wearing, or the situation I was in and I was almost surprised when I heard myself say "yes", and nodded my head.
I had never previously thought about anything that would be considered gay, or particularly kinky.
When I watched porn, it was always men fucking women, or women sucking cocks, swallowing cum, or having it splashing on their face or body.
Now there was nothing more that I wanted than have that cock in my mouth.
She moved until she was directly in front of me, her cock inches from my lips. The pre-cum began to decend from her cock, and I put my tongue out and it gently touched onto my tongue and the taste of her pre-cum filled my mouth.
Then the warm throbbing cock, touched my lips, and I eagerly let it enter my mouth, my tongue caressed the underside of her cock, enjoying the gasp of pleasure she gave.
Now I felt her cock enter more into my mouth, and I enjoyed the sensation of my mouth being filled , slowly, and quite gently thrusting into my mouth, the tempo of the thrusts increasing as her pleasure increased, it crossed my mind that she might cum in my mouth.
Then, before I had to consider what I would do if she came in my mouth, she withdrew her cock and said "well you 'O' levels are more than satisfactory, we will have to see about your 'A' levels."
Then she walked behind me, and I felt her pull my knickers down, just enough to expose my bum, but left my cock surrounded by lace.
Now I felt her cock sliding down my bum cheeks, until it stopped at the entrance of my ass.
I liked the feeling of it there, and then a felt the pressure as it began to enter me.
To be honest.......it hurt.
I groaned as she entered me, and she realised she was hurting me, and stopped pressing into me, she did not withdraw either.
"A levels are harder, but the rewards can be greater," she said.
Then she reached round and began to wank my cock, in the lacy knickers, and as the pleasure of her wanking me increased I could feel my hips moving as though I wanted to fuck her hand, but as I did that her cock was pushed deeper into me.
I am not sure if it was the sexual pleasure my cock was receiving that made me forget about any discomfort but soon her cock was buried as deep inside me as possible, and I could feel her truly thrusting into me.
As her thrusts were getting quicker, and more frantic, I knew she was going to cum soon.
Then with a final thrust, and a grunt, she came.
I don't know if it was my imagination, or I could physically feel her cum entering me, filling me, but at that moment I came as well, my knickers being soaked with my cum.
If my body was not being supported by the vaulting horse I know I would have collapsed, as my legs turned to jelly as my orgasm ripped through my body.
Then I felt her cock withdraw from my body, leaving me feeling almost empty. She buttoned her gown up, restoring the image of the staid headmistress, I felt the straps which held my wrists withdraw and disappear into the body of the vaulting horse, but I knew that I had no strength left to move.
She sat down at her desk and said "when you are ready, pull your knickers up, and come over here and sit down."
I did as I was told, and I did not walk over to her desk, it was more of a stagger, and collapse onto a chair.
"So Samantha, will you be joining us?" She asked.
I nodded my head and managed to whisper out " yes Ms Davies."
She pressed and intercom button on her desk and said "Miss Thorne, could you come in here, as Samantha will be staying with us, and she needs to freshen up, and some more outfits."
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I remembered when I had tried to walk in heels that high, and I just fell over, yet she did not appear to be rushing, and I felt I almost had to run to keep up with her.
The view I has was magnificent, her pony tail swinging from side to side, her arse wriggling in the tight skirt, in fact it was so tight I am sure I could see the tell tale ridges showing that she was wearing a suspender belt.
As I struggled to keep up with her I was aware that everything I was wearing was reminding me of the feminine things I had on.
I wondered if 'normal' females got used to all the sensations over time, but it was such a jolt to my senses.
The shoes making my balance change, and even making me think how to walk.
My stockings swishing against each other, and the gentle pull of the suspenders.
My cock was rubbing against the lace of 'my' knickers (I don't know whose knickers I was wearing, and in fairness girls would not have the same sensation that I am experiencing).
The bounce of 'my' tits, and when breathe I feel the restriction caused by the bra straps.
Also I was aware of how my hair moved as though it had a life of its own, brushing against my cheek.
The smell and sensations of my makeup, all constantly reminding me of the situation I am in.
I must admit I was glad that I had been sucked off earlier, as even now I could feel my cock begin to harden, I am sure it would have been tenting out the front of my skirt otherwise.
We stopped outside a door, and it had the sign 'Headmistress, Ms M Davies'.
Miss Thorne knocked on the door and entered, and I followed.
"Our mystery girl, Ms Davies", she said "Her name is Samantha Holder."
I looked round the room, it was wood panels, with many bookcases and diplomas on the wall, and unusually there was a vaulting horse in the corner.
Ms Davies, was behind her desk, she looked about 50, with greying hair, pulled back into a bun, and she was wearing a black academic gown, looking every inch the person in charge.
" Thank you Miss Thorne," she said, and with that Miss Thorne left the room and she turned her eyes on me.
"So you would like to join us would you?"
Thinking of what Frankie had said I curtseyed and said "Yes Ms Davies."
She smiled at my response then asked "Why?"
Damn! I was not expecting that, I knew I was opening and closing my mouth a few times before I could think of something to say, and stuttered " I I I, was talking to Frankie.........err........Francesca, and she said your school turns out ladies to mix in top society."
"Well we certainly turn out ladies who can articulate properly" She said "and it starts with hard work and discipline. Are you prepared to work hard, and accept discipline when needed?"
What else could I do.....so I curtseyed and said "Yes Ms Davies."
"We will see, shall we," she said as she got up from behind her desk and walked over to the vaulting horse, "come over here, Samantha."
Part of me wanted to run, but I didn't want to get Frankie into trouble, so I walked across the office.
"Lean across the vaulting horse, with your arms outstretched," she said.
As I did as ordered I heard some clicks, and saw some metal straps holding my arms down.
Not knowing if it would make the situation better or worse by saying who I really was, I just kept quiet.
She then reached into a cupboard and pulled out a cane, and swished it in the air a few times.
Oh my god she was going to use that on me!
Again I thought about saying something, but did not know how that would improve the situation, I just hoped it would be over quickly and I will leave this place.
But as I was thinking this I was aware my cock was beginning to throb in my knickers, I was even trying to think how painful this is going to be in the hope it made my cock subside.........it didn't, for some reason it got harder still, and I could feel my pre-cum begin to make my knickers damp.
She touched the tip of the cane onto my ankle and said "Sometimes it is useful to know what the punishment might be, so you know you have to work hard to avoid it".
I gasped at the touch of the cane.
Then slowly she slid the cane up my stockinged leg, past my calf, past my knee, along my inner thigh, then just as it touched my thigh, just above my stocking tops she stopped.
"I do find the anticipation heightens the sensation", she said.
I don't know that, all I knew was my cock was so hard, pushing against the lace and elastic of my knickers, trying to escape and revealing my secret. I was scared any movement would allow it to come free from its feminine cage.
Then she put the cane to touch the ankle of my other leg, and began its slow journey up my leg until it was stroking the bare flesh above the other stocking top.
I felt like begging 'please cane me, get it over with', but I knew that I was in no position to do that.
Then the cane left my thigh, and I prepared myself for the sharp sting as it hit my bottom.
But she was not ready to do that yet, I felt the cane slowly lift the hem of my skirt, until I could feel it on my lower back.
"What have we got here?" She said, as I felt her hand surround my cock, through the lacy material.
I gasped at the touch of her hand, and almost came immediately.
She was gently stroking my cock, knowing how close I was to cumming.
"I suppose this changes things," she said, then let go of my cock, and walked around until she was in front of me.
She had opened her academic gown, and I should have been surprised at the sexy purple corset she was wearing with suspenders holding up her stockings. But my attention was taken by the hard, throbbing, cock that was framed by the corset and stockings.
I could see a droplet of pre-cum, glistening on the end of her cock.
"I am in need for a new 'head girl', would you like that situation?" She said.
I don't know if it was the clothes I was wearing, or the situation I was in and I was almost surprised when I heard myself say "yes", and nodded my head.
I had never previously thought about anything that would be considered gay, or particularly kinky.
When I watched porn, it was always men fucking women, or women sucking cocks, swallowing cum, or having it splashing on their face or body.
Now there was nothing more that I wanted than have that cock in my mouth.
She moved until she was directly in front of me, her cock inches from my lips. The pre-cum began to decend from her cock, and I put my tongue out and it gently touched onto my tongue and the taste of her pre-cum filled my mouth.
Then the warm throbbing cock, touched my lips, and I eagerly let it enter my mouth, my tongue caressed the underside of her cock, enjoying the gasp of pleasure she gave.
Now I felt her cock enter more into my mouth, and I enjoyed the sensation of my mouth being filled , slowly, and quite gently thrusting into my mouth, the tempo of the thrusts increasing as her pleasure increased, it crossed my mind that she might cum in my mouth.
Then, before I had to consider what I would do if she came in my mouth, she withdrew her cock and said "well you 'O' levels are more than satisfactory, we will have to see about your 'A' levels."
Then she walked behind me, and I felt her pull my knickers down, just enough to expose my bum, but left my cock surrounded by lace.
Now I felt her cock sliding down my bum cheeks, until it stopped at the entrance of my ass.
I liked the feeling of it there, and then a felt the pressure as it began to enter me.
To be honest.......it hurt.
I groaned as she entered me, and she realised she was hurting me, and stopped pressing into me, she did not withdraw either.
"A levels are harder, but the rewards can be greater," she said.
Then she reached round and began to wank my cock, in the lacy knickers, and as the pleasure of her wanking me increased I could feel my hips moving as though I wanted to fuck her hand, but as I did that her cock was pushed deeper into me.
I am not sure if it was the sexual pleasure my cock was receiving that made me forget about any discomfort but soon her cock was buried as deep inside me as possible, and I could feel her truly thrusting into me.
As her thrusts were getting quicker, and more frantic, I knew she was going to cum soon.
Then with a final thrust, and a grunt, she came.
I don't know if it was my imagination, or I could physically feel her cum entering me, filling me, but at that moment I came as well, my knickers being soaked with my cum.
If my body was not being supported by the vaulting horse I know I would have collapsed, as my legs turned to jelly as my orgasm ripped through my body.
Then I felt her cock withdraw from my body, leaving me feeling almost empty. She buttoned her gown up, restoring the image of the staid headmistress, I felt the straps which held my wrists withdraw and disappear into the body of the vaulting horse, but I knew that I had no strength left to move.
She sat down at her desk and said "when you are ready, pull your knickers up, and come over here and sit down."
I did as I was told, and I did not walk over to her desk, it was more of a stagger, and collapse onto a chair.
"So Samantha, will you be joining us?" She asked.
I nodded my head and managed to whisper out " yes Ms Davies."
She pressed and intercom button on her desk and said "Miss Thorne, could you come in here, as Samantha will be staying with us, and she needs to freshen up, and some more outfits."
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