The School For Wayward Girls #1

Naughty, Or Nice?

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It was raining when I was dumped at the estate driveway entrance four miles from Granger Hall. Kate Granger was overseas on her gap year but gave me a number to message the estate staff when I was half an hour away, which I did. Then my driver put his foot down, so I arrived five minutes early.

What a cunt.

He bundled my expensive Tumi luggage onto a muddy track, where his car had chewed up an otherwise lush grass verge in a rush to abandon me.

“Fucking wanker!”

I flicked a finger after him just because it made me feel better.

Daddy sent me to Granger Hall to become a lady. After he caught me in our stables being fucked by four grooms, he was on the phone to a family friend, Catherine Granger, minutes after I sealed their cum inside me, wriggling into my panties, chasing Daddy back to the house.

I recalled our conversation after he slammed down the phone.

“Richard Granger is away for two weeks on business, and Kate is also gone abroad, so Catherine has time to dedicate to your discipline, Olivia.”

 “Fuck you, Dad.”

“Sweetheart, don’t try that with Catherine. Were your mother still alive, you wouldn’t have gotten away with it.”

I resisted, which was instantly an act of utter futility. Dad took away my phone, stopped my allowance, and forbade me from riding the horses or grooms. He was about to expel me from the house when I agreed to come to Granger Hall… I mean, how bad could Kate’s mother be?

I scanned the gravel driveway towards Granger Hall and saw a pickup truck speeding my way. The truck slewed violently to a halt nearby, scattering gravel everywhere and scaring the shit out of me.

Hello!

The driver that hopped out was young, dishy, and tall. He wore ranch-hand style, faded jeans, and a figure-hugging blue waterproof jacket that gave him a luscious outdoor look. He hurried across to me and gripped my luggage, pointing at the passenger door.

This is much better.

“You’re early. Get in the truck.”

Nice ass.

He didn’t seem pleased to see me, which surprised me because I usually make a good first impression just by being beautiful and having a great figure most guys would readily fuck.

Calm down, sunshine; I’m a few fucking minutes early.

“Sorry, the driver put his foot down after I messaged.”

“Mrs. Granger wants you to attend orientation immediately.”

“Orientation?”

“Yes. Do you understand the word?”

“Ahh, I see.”

Another sarcastic fucker.

He gunned his truck along the Granger’s private land, slewing through gravel corners until we arrived at their pristine modern stables.

The Grangers kept a dozen thoroughbreds, half stallions, and half broodmares. Every one of those beasts was a beauty. As we strolled past each stall, I became more impressed and was reminded of my stables that were also home to a fuck team who had beautifully defiled me.

I became aroused and felt a familiar warming in my panties as I recalled sucking one guy’s six-inch cock while two more, slightly longer and thicker, filled my fuck holes. Chewing on the testosterone-laced air as we browsed the Granger beasts didn’t help my horny condition.

I jumped out of my skin when a man dressed in riding gear stepped out from inside what had seemed an empty stall.

“I’m Gabriel.”

No, you aren’t. You’re a smoldering beast of a man that should fuck me right now.

“I’m Olivia.”

Nice to fuck you.

He squinted at my outstretched hand with disdain until it wilted back to the side of my body. Gabriel’s laser beam eyes scanned me from the floor upwards, passing judgment somewhere around my tits.

“Slut!”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“Shut up, Olivia. Follow.”

He slashed the air with a stiff riding crop, pointing out things for me to remember later. He strode briskly while I jogged alongside, becoming increasingly worried. I was shown everything required to muck out, feed, and groom the horses.

I put an inch in the step, stepped in front of him, and calmly placed my palm on his chest. I composed myself, took a deep breath, and gave Gabriel my cutest expression, a winning smile and come-to-bed eyes.

“I don’t do any of this shit at home, Gabriel. We have people.”

“So do we.”

“Where the fuck are they?”

“They… are you.”

Gabriel marched around me, and I chased because of limited options. He stopped beside the proudest, wildest stallion I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t help stroking the big guy. His inky black eyes followed and challenged me.

I felt thrilled with an accompanying delicious but undignified arousal. I would have loved riding the stallion, crushing my swollen clitoris into a solid leather saddle until orgasm, or relieving menstrual cramps by rocking back and forth while he galloped. 

Being among such magnificent animals felt incredible, but being within reach of Gabriel’s cock was a moist pussy tingling time. I looked from him to the stallion, deciding the latter was more likely to allow me to ride him.

You’d impregnate all the girls here if there were a decent fan blowing your seed around.

“That’s Beauty. Kate’s horse.”

“Out of bounds to me?”

“Out of bounds to all sluts .”

“Fuck off.”

“Get over there. Into Rex’s stall.”

I followed his riding crop slash, outraged and whimpering at such harsh and unkind treatment.

Inside Rex’s stall, Gabriel circled me like an eagle tracking a midmorning morsel in a cornfield. I felt vulnerable because he was much bigger than me, and it was getting dark, just like his smoldering eyes that unsettled me.

“Undress, slut.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Get your clothes off now, or fuck off back to where you came from.”

“Are you serious?”

“You are here to be taught a lesson, not mollycoddled like some fucking child. Take your clothes off or leave.”

We eyeballed each other until I accepted there was no escape and blinked first. It was either run back to Daddy and be humiliated there for years or let the Riding Master school me for ten minutes.

Please impregnate me.

My mind swam, mixing my reality with a fantasy I dearly preferred. I’d reached a life junction and needed to make a choice. I wanted to fuck Gabriel and have his babies. I definitely wanted to be a good girl for him, but I needed an incentive. Something like his cock rubbing my wet slit would be fine.

I reluctantly undressed while Gabriel switched on the heat lamps above Rex. When I stood proudly in my underwear, looking beautiful, I was ready to be fucked, but I doubted a run-up and down Gabriel’s cock was in my pussy’s future.

I’ll do a smoldering riding master any day.

I winced, knowing my soaked-through panties finally gave way, and a tawdry bead of my shame dribbled down a thigh while I prayed Gabriel had a massive cock.

“Mount Rex.”

For a horrible fleeting moment, I stared at the horse’s steaming, solid, almost two-foot-long semi-hard cock, and Rex whinnied as though he laughed at me. I looked at Gabriel, terrified, and regretted having unclothed because now, a quick getaway was impossible.

I licked my lips and folded my arms to hide the solid nipples that Gabriel could see. My face felt like a contorted, lewd mess, and I frowned, bursting with a question.

 “What is it, Olivia?”

“You mean sit on the horse naked, right?”

“Lay across his saddle area. I want you to feel his heartbeat in your chest.”

When I leaped up and balanced myself across Rex’s back, Gabriel passed a rope underneath the massive stallion. He tied off my wrists and then roped my ankles to them, pulling tight until I was wrapped around the horse like a saddle.

“I can’t move at all.”

“That’s the point, Olivia. Do you have a safe word?”

“Yes.”

It had been some time since I’d played with pee, paddles, and handcuffs, but I would never forget my safeword.

“It’s Anteater.”

“Use it if you need it.”

“What’s the game, Gabriel?”

“Thrash the slut.”

“What the fuck?”

He shoved his head around the stall’s corner and shouted.

“Mrs. Granger. Olivia is ready for orientation and attitude adjustment.”

“Fucking attitude adjustment? What the fuck is that, Gabriel?”

“It’s orientation.”

I strained to look for Catherine, who must stop the travesty. I twisted, but Gabriel’s knots were tight, and no amount of my vigorous wriggling revealed anything.

“Don’t struggle, dear.”

“Catherine Granger?”

“I haven’t seen these buttocks for ten years.”

“I was thirteen. Thank fuck you are here. The help has gone nuts. Look at me.”

“You’re in good shape, girl. Gabriel seems to have started well. I think we ought to let him carry on.”

“What’s going on, Catherine?”

“Your orientation, dear. We’ll drive those demons out.”

“Drive?”

“Okay… thrash, Olivia.”

Cold steel brushed my thigh when she sliced my panty briefs off with scissors, slipping them from underneath me.

Suddenly, my ass was bare, and Rex’s stiff horse hair ground hard into my pussy, stimulating already swollen labia while gently bristling against the protective hood of my clitoris. I twitched excitedly and repeatedly, feeling vulnerable, aroused, and wet beyond caring.

Someone, please fuck me.

“Rex has you now, dear. Gabriel will administer the correct attitude; hang in there, girl.”

I felt shocked and embarrassed, wriggling almost violently to escape and confront the woman who stole my last shred of dignity by popping a butt plug in my anus.

“You need to fuck off, Catherine. My father will go fucking crazy when he hears about this.”

Continue, please! That plug feels exquisite.

I could but dared not use my safe word for fear my delight might end. At the same time, resistance was essential, or my absolute slutty nature would be entirely bared for all to witness.

I loved it but couldn’t tell anyone.

“Begin thrashing the girl Gabriel.”

Stroke {Smack}

I jerked and howled like a wolf when Gabriel’s riding crop seared my sensitive skin, electrifying, triggering an adrenaline rush, and sending me wild. I clenched my ass cheeks tightly, squeezed the pain out, and furrowed my brows, puffing both cheeks in case that might help.

Stroke {Smack}

Stroke {Smack}

“Fuck!”

“Potty mouth, Olivia… come on, be a good girl!”

“I’m fucking trying.”

Gabriel swiped me twice more, explaining that it was retribution for my potty mouth. Each lash struck my sweet spot with a sniper-like aim, precisely where my ass cheeks met the top of my thighs.

I screamed - but never uttered my safe word.

“What the fuck!”

“Stop swearing, Olivia.”

“It fucking hurts, though.”

Fuck, I sound bratty.

My ass cheeks and thighs were on fire. Delicious, deep, searingly hot welts rose from where the equine master stroked me with aplomb.

That hurt nicely.

My heart raced, matching Rex’s solid thud vibrating through my midriff, teasing my reproductive organs.

When pain racked me, I’d bitten him instinctively and tasted the raw stallion with bestial hormones sweating into his coat. It drove my desire, flicking a carnal switch inside me.

Stroke {Smack} — “Quit”

Stroke {Smack} — “The!”

Stroke {Smack} — “Potty!

Stroke {Smack} — “Mouth!”

The last stroke almost broke my back when lightning coursed through my body, spasming every muscle, and I saw stars. I screamed, tensed, bucked, and thrashed around, desperately trying not to escape my tormentor.

Still, no safe word was uttered. Rex turned and looked studiously at me.

What is it, Rex? What should I do?

His eyes told me to calm the fuck down and enjoy my time in his saddle, so I did. I was in control because uttering a single word would command this delightful punishment to end. I was a sleazy slut and stallion combined, appreciating Rex was only trying to help a poor girl out.

Equal pleasure matched my pain, and I screamed unrestrained ecstasy, rejoicing with a deep tingling inside my pink cathedral. I shuddered gently, then violently, soaking Rex’s coat with an involuntary squirt of my unicorn pee, then another and two more until I could smell him and me together.

Stroke {Smack}

“Argh! Argh…. oh… please, d-don't stop.”

“She’s cum, Mrs. Granger.”

“Keep going. Thrash her until you break the naughty child inside.”

Yes, please.

I drifted off into a meditative state, hitting my psyche's upper atmosphere when dopamine and endorphins transformed me. If released, I’d stagger around first, gain my composure, then gallop through the estate, barking at the moon, fucking everything with a cock.

I proudly thrust my butt upwards, begging Gabriel for more.

Stroke {Smack}

“She’s presenting beautifully, Gabriel. I believe we may be close to some measure of success here.”

“She smells successful, Mrs. Granger.”

I bit into Rex’s coat, spat out his hair, tossed my head, and declared myself victorious. Catherine approached my front, rifled my hair with bony fingers, gripped hard, and lifted my head.

“Have you learned your lesson, Olivia?”

“No more potty mouth. Got it!”

I’ve fucking learned how to earn myself an incredible thrashing.

“Help her down, Gabriel.”

Gabriel untied my restraints and then helped me dismount. Rex looked impressed, and I smiled at him while rubbing my ass welts, delighted, secretly scratching them to elicit more delicious pain.

“Take these and clean up.”

Gabriel handed me a box of tissues.

“Clean what?”

“It happens to everyone the first time. Don’t be ashamed.”

I glanced down and saw my engorged, saturated labia with a stream of pussy cream trickling down my thighs. I cleaned by dabbing my pussy and legs with scrunched-up tissues, then I searched around everywhere, looking for something to wear.

Catherine Granger shook her head.

“You’re not finished, girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“Is my chair ready, Gabriel?”

He slid a low orange color padded stool beside Rex. Its front tubular steel legs were splayed outwards, creating a gap between two elastic seat straps underneath which Gabriel placed a cushion. Mrs. Granger gripped the forward-leaning bull bars, checking they were firm.

“Is t-that, f-for…”

“A queening seat for you to pay your respects to me? Yes. Get on the floor and consider where you are in the food chain, girl.”

“The floor is covered in horseshit.”

“Precisely where you belong, naughty little slut.”

“I can’t lay down.”

“The floor is clean. All you can see is fresh bedding straw. You might pick up a few bugs, but you’ll be done in no time if you work hard.”

I shivered with anticipation, knowing I desperately wanted to dine on Catherine Granger’s pussy. While she undressed, I leaked arousal like a fountain and was grateful when Gabriel forced me downwards with a hand clenched around my neck.

I caught one final glimpse of the tall woman with long salt-and-pepper hair.

She’s fucking beautiful for a woman in her fifties.

I slid underneath the queening stool, long past worrying about bugs in the straw. I settled in, excited to munch on such a distinguished pussy.

It mesmerized me when Catherine Granger’s swollen labia descended into position, perfectly parted and presented by her throne. The twin elastic bands stretched wide and low, perfectly cupping her ass cheeks, presenting a luscious, hairy pussy through the slit between elastic panels.

“Open your legs wide and lift your knees.”

I obeyed Gabriel without question and soon felt the delightful repeated tap of a tiny leather triangle from the end of a jumping bat riding crop tease my mons and labia majora. He slapped softly at first, sending a rush of blood into my lady garden.

When Gabriel rubbed and spanked my clitoris hard, I jerked excitedly. This was the most incredible turn-on of my life, and I thoroughly enjoyed having my pussy thrashed by a man who knew how.

“Argh.. f-fu- oh my!”

While Gabriel tapped, I lifted my mouth towards a hot, perfectly trimmed bush with glistening, swollen pussy lips hidden under that furry layer. My meal was perfectly presented for munching through the queening stool gap.

Catherine’s feminine aroma was glorious, and when I licked her sticky thigh, she tasted like sweet nectar. My taste buds were electrified while my nostrils flared, sucking in more of my lover’s tawdry scent. Within seconds, she’d hard-wired me to her, able to command me into whatever she would have me do.

I belonged to Catherine Granger for as long as she would use and command me.

I slid my tongue past Catherine’s curly whorls, parted the tight, creamy slit, and prodded her pussy hole to break its surface tension, releasing the sweet sleazy juices pooling at her sphincter. With my mouth wide open, I sucked both her hairy, tasty labia inside, sloshing gently, harvesting her cream.

Catherine looked down, smiling affectionately, and I frowned back, feeling awkward and delightfully ashamed at how easy I was to dominate. With a mouthful of pussy, I was in no position to speak, even when spoken to.

“Good girl, Olivia, you’ll make a fine lady.”

In those words, I submitted, and the universe celebrated my natural place. Catherine Granger had bested me with a sound thrashing issued by her riding master and her pussy lips anointment. She could have emptied her full bladder down my throat, and I would have swallowed it all, willingly, no, enthusiastically.

“If you are a good girl, I’ll arrange for you to visit often, Olivia.”

I was her bitch forever and realized Catherine had orchestrated my arrival to ease me into becoming her companion when her husband Richard was away on business. I felt ascendant and wanted more to prove my worth.

I licked her perineum, tracing the tip of my tongue back and forth a few times nervously. I felt Catherine grip her handles more tightly while she wriggled a little, opening up her anal whorl expectantly.

I felt terrified, never having kissed, never mind licked someone’s puckered hole before. Here I was, eager to utterly debase myself in front of a man with a woman I’d last met when I was ten years old.

“Don’t be afraid, Olivia, you can do it. And I guarantee you’ll feel so much better afterward.”

“I want to rim you so badly.”

“In your own time, girl, and make sure to enjoy the moment of your utter debasement. It’s so important to get these kinks square and understood in your mind.”

I’d rimmed no one until that moment and shuddered in pre-orgasmic bliss, anticipating ticking off another taboo. Gabriel’s tapping on my clitoris and shaven pussy lips was all the encouragement I needed to realize the utter delight of my submission.

I closed my eyes and went for it, sliding my tongue across Catherine’s puckered anus that felt like licking cobblestone ridges.

“Ooooh! Good girl!”

I opened my eyes, basking in my obedience, thrusting my tongue in and out of her warm rectum, massaging its soft tissue walls. Gabriel paused the spanking of my pussy, and reached down with both hands, prising Catherine Granger's ass cheek much wider apart.

I felt grateful for his help in demeaning me.

I lifted my head, demonstrating absolute commitment to rimming Catherine Granger, stiffening my tongue to slide it deeper inside her warm, soft, tissue-lined back passage. I enjoyed the feel of her tight asshole and how the sphincter gripped my tongue, degrading me to a point where I no longer felt anger or spite, only love and the need to be obedient.

“Good girl, now get back onto my pussy and lick me all the way, Olivia.”

I felt secure, commanded by a woman who would keep me safe from myself. Catherine rocked forward, presenting the most beautifully engorged sticky pearl, rising from its protective hood.

A teardrop of ambrosia dripped from her clitoris onto my tongue, spurring me on.

“You’re beautiful, Mistress.”

“You’re delightful, Olivia.”

Catherine reached down, gripped my hair, and pulled my head into her pussy.

In less than two hours, I’d transformed from a bratty child into Catherine’s compliant slave. Gabriel’s impressive clitoral spanking and the warm, wet, soft, and plump pussy presented for my delectation sent me soaring above planet Earth, observing humanity from a happier place.

I sucked her sticky pearl-hard clitoris, burying my nose into Catherine Granger’s tantalizingly velvet labia. I clenched my lips and formed a vacuum around my lover’s nub, inserting a finger into her pussy, feeling ecstatic when she squeezed back hard, almost like a welcoming handshake.

My tongue dragged her clitoris from side to side, and she buckled in the queening chair. I hooked my finger forward, found the rough g-spot patch of tissue that would send her nuts, and rubbed it gently.

Catherine bounced violently in the chair, and Gabriel offered a hand to steady her, slapping my clitoris with the other holding the crop.

Fuck… I’m winning.

I sent Lady Granger soaring to orgasm mountain while Gabriel returned the compliment on me. I crushed his riding crop between my legs while he tore apart my clit with its leather triangle.

While I orgasmed massively, I ate my Mistress like a lioness descending on a wounded gazelle. When she squirted, I encompassed her entire pee hole, sucking and swallowing as she filled my mouth.

“Good girl. I’ll add regular pee play to the activity list.”

I gulped hard, determined not to waste a drop of her precious nectar while mine spilled freely onto the concrete floor.

In post-orgasmic bliss, she rocked gently back and forth in her elastic pussy hammock, finally using her fingers to present all pink parts for cleanup.

When Catherine stood, I lay on the floor exhausted, licking my lips while savoring her cream. She smiled sweetly at me, then walked away, and I felt a pang of loss.

“Dinner is at seven. Don’t be late, Olivia.”

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Next Chapter:

The School For Wayward Girls #2

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