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The Story so far.
18-year-old Liam Weber has been sent by his parents to Bryner academy, the only private school that accepted him on a scholarship. Only, when he arrived, he discovered it was a school for girls and that his name had been listed as Leah. With the help of his domineering roommate Ellie, he is forced to become Leah and hide his identity for as long as it takes until he can get himself transferred. Last chapter, Leah endured a night sleeping on the floor as punishment for lying and breaking their rule. With Ellie still not understanding Leah’s anger, however, great punishment looms ahead…
9: Three Gifts
I awoke, as usual, to a pillow hitting my face.
“Up you get, sleepy one!”
I groaned uncomfortably, so she hit me again.
“Come on, it’s half seven now.”
“Ellie, how long was I on the floor last night?” I asked. It felt like she’d kept me there an eternity. My joints still felt stiff and my knees sore. I know I’d been there long enough for her to fall asleep before the alarm had gone off. I had been unable to, however.
“I said I wasn’t going to tell you.”
“Ever?”
“Are you tired?”
I nodded. “Is that my punishment over?”
“Not by a long shot. That was your punishment for taking the vibrator off, and then trying to lie to me about it. We’re going to do something much worse for the way you got angry at me.” She clapped her hands. “Get up and wash, anyway. A present’s arrived for you.”
“A present?”
I wasn’t allowed to see until I’d washed. It turned out there were three packages that had arrived. The swimsuit Ellie had ordered me, which was black to match the school swimsuit, but with a padded bra and highneck collar, then boyshorts and a loose skirt to help hide my bulge. Again, however, she suggested the idea of tucking. The second package was the DD silicone breasts. I put them on at once then stood in the mirror admiring them, feeling them, touching the nipples with my fingers. Just the sight of them turned me on far more than I could’ve expected. They felt like real breasts or, at least, what I imagined it would feel like to have real breasts. They must have been expensive. Ellie kissed me on the neck as I stood there, excited over my own appearance.
“Now you really are a girl.”
She made me put on the swimsuit next, to test it was ok. Everything felt completely hidden, and the way the shapewear material hugged to my body made me feel pretty. I wasn’t looking forward to swimming again next week. In fact, I was completely terrified, but if I changed early in the toilet, and I got out of the changing room quickly enough, Anna couldn’t touch me.
The third package was “the present” Ellie had spoken of. I opened it to find a large, red ball gag and a set of black straps. I looked to her, feeling apprehensive about what she was planning. “You didn’t tell me you had ordered this.”
“I wanted it to be surprise! Are you pleased?”
“Worried.”
She frowned. “They were a gift, Leah. You could be a little more grateful.”
“Thank you.” I said reluctantly. I thought she’d told me to always be honest?
“Now get dressed, or we’ll be late.”
Wednesday on my timetable could be described as arts day. Art and music before lunch, then theatre and gastronomy afterwards. It turned out there were options to pick dance or film studies, instead of gastronomy or art, however I had misunderstood and assumed gastronomy was the only option. Luckily, Kiara was in my class for that.
Most of the lessons meant merging with another class. In the case of art, it meant merging with two classes, as the art block, its own separate barn, was big enough to accommodate. That meant I shared the lesson with Ellie, which was nice, although then also with Jojo, who sat at an easel across the way from me and stuck her tongue out whenever we happened to catch eachother’s attention. Ellie thought it was childish, I understood better what it meant.
Music was one thing that was definitely better about private schools. In states schools, the lesson was being phased out altogether whereas, here, they actually had enough of a budget to teach you an instrument. I went for piano and even got some of the time with a one-to-one tutor I was allowed to call by her first name, Sarah. She was incredibly intimate in the way she’d sit close to me and reposition my fingers over the keys. I spent half the lesson blushing.
Theatre was difficult. Our teacher was Miss Luper, the deputy headmistress, who set us in pairs for the lesson to learn and act out small scenes from different plays she herself had written. This time, our class was paired with 8J, Jess’ class, and I found myself paired with her.
I decided Ellie was right; Jess may actually have had a crush on me. We were acting a scene of two sisters arguing over a man, but there was something about the way Jess stared into my eyes when she said all of her lines, the way she’d tap my shoulder and over-compliment dörtyol escort me after each run through. “You’re really, really good at this, Leah.”
I wasn’t sure I believed her, especially when Miss Luper kept popping up to tell us. “This is the most crucial scene in the play, girls. The whole dramatic tension depends on the emotion between you both. That emotion NEEDS to be raw!”
She spoke as though we were actually going to perform the play for an audience, rather than it being a simple exercise. She spoke as though we had any idea of the characters and context of the play beyond the small extract we’d been given. According to Jess, Miss Luper was someone who’d been trying for years to make a name for herself as a playwright, and endlessly blaming her school girl actresses for the constant failure to achieve that ambition. “The crucial scene, girls, crucial! Show me much more passion!”
That only encouraged Jess further, who practically lunged at me.
“Sister, sweet and darling sister! It is because I love you so, that I must marry Andrew. How else will you ever move on from him? The agony of hoping that he might love you back will be no more, if only he can make his vows for me. Then you shall be free to let go, sweet, loving, sweet, sweet sister.” She embraced and kissed me passionately on the cheek. It left me stunned, to which Miss Luper interrupted with enthusiastic shouts.
“Yes, that’s it, Getrude!” She said, calling me only by my character’s name. “That total shock is the exact reaction I’m looking for. You can’t believe your sister would say that to you.”
“What about my passion and kiss?” Jess asked.
“Your passion, I can take or leave, but that shock. Masterpiece!”
“See, you’re really good.” Jess told me again, as Miss Luper walked off to tell a different group just how ‘crucial’ their scene was.
“I wasn’t acting. I was just surprised you kissed me.”
“Oh. Is that so shocking?”
I deliberately avoided her eye contact now, worrying where it might lead. I found Jess attractive. She was odd and a bit too intense, but somehow it suited her. She was shorter than me with small breasts and a thin build. Her smiley, freckled face was sweet and, I liked the way she kept fiddling with her glasses. She did have a certain energy and an infectious good mood. The fact I found her attractive made it particularly problematic because, if she really did have a thing for me, where could it lead? I’d be forced to fend off someone I found attractive to avoid the chaos of her learning my secret. Not to mention what Ellie would think. I’d have liked to have just told Jess I was in a relationship with Ellie, that would’ve solved it. I remembered how Anna had called me a “sick lezzie”, though. In any case, I wasn’t in a relationship. Ellie had only said that I was strictly her girl.
“Erm…we should keep rehearsing.” I said, which she looked vaguely put-out about. For the rest of the lesson, she continued kissing my cheek and hugging me whilst in character. It was a relief when the lesson was over.
I went back to my room to study when classes finished for the day. I hadn’t studied enough yesterday and was worried I might slip behind. Ellie went out for a run, followed by a swim in the school pool, giving me some time to get a lot of homework done. There was still more to do when she returned, however she had other ideas about our plans for the evening.
“Did you know there’s a sauna in a room off past the swimming pool?”
I shook my head, trying to make notes for an essay on The Decameron.
“Well, there’s a sauna in a room off past the swimming pool. We’ll have to try it out sometime.”
“Won’t that be bad for my breasts?”
“We’ll have to look that up. I hope not, I bought high quality ones.” She then laughed. “You could just take them off, you know?”
I didn’t answer that. I still had them on now. I hadn’t changed out of my uniform, either. I felt I might work more productively if I waited until I was done before changing clothes. I kept my head down at my books. She approached and hugged me from behind, kissing me on the neck and squeezing my breasts a little. “You’ve got some work to do little miss Weber.”
“Obviously.” I said. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Not that kind of work, you idiot.”
I put down my pen but stayed where I was as she continued to caress me, feeling my new nipples, running a hand down my stomach, towards my legs.
“Do you want the easier punishment where you don’t get to cum, or the harder punishment where you do?” She asked. I knew without a moment’s hesitation what I wanted.
“I want to cum.”
“Poor you.” She said. “Harder punishment, it is.” She then yanked me suddenly by the hair, pulling me back from my seat. The pain was sharp and I was at once helpless to do anything more than follow her direction. “Take off your uniform, keep the bra, but change into these.” She said, picking a black pair of briefs from dulkadiroğlu escort the assortment she had bought me. They were made of incredibly soft and stretchy material that went up to my hips. I did as she said, then was told to lie on my back on the wooden floor.
“I know you’ve been excited all day to try out your new presents.” She said, picking up the restraints. “Do you know what a frogtie is?”
I shook my head. She grinned. I think she enjoyed my innocence.
“Well, then it gets to be a learning experience in two ways. First, you’ll learn the frogtie. I bought these restraints especially for it.”
She fed the straps round my left shin and up over my left thigh, as well between the two of them so that my leg was tightly folded up against itself. In wriggling my foot, I could just about brush my ankle against the bottom of my buttocks. She then did the same with my other leg. There was no room for manoeuvre. Sleeping on the floor had hurt the joints in my knees last night. Being bound like this made them ache again.
“Turn over.” She said, and watched with amusement as I clumsily rolled onto my knees, only to then have my hair pulled forwards until I’d pressed my head down against the floor in front of me. “I don’t like your hands being loose, actually. Let’s strap them to your sides.”
“How hard is this punishment going to be?” I asked, starting to get worried at how little I could move.
“I don’t know how good your pain tolerance is. One thing’s for sure…” she said, having securely strapped my wrists to my ankles. “You won’t be able to hit me this time. No throwing TV remotes, no swearing at me. You won’t be able to beg or resist or do anything other than take it. Open your mouth.”
She attached the ball gag. It was wider than I thought it would be and held my mouth open. I tried to speak. “w-irr mi puh-un-men bih dun arfa-is?” Drool fell from my mouth and she laughed.
“Sorry, you’re not speaking much sense, baby. Are you enjoying your new presents?”
I went to shake my head, but she grabbed my hair again and made me nod, speaking for me in a patronising voice.
“Yeeesss, it’s what I always wanted. I bet you’d like to stay like this all night, wouldn’t you, girlie?”
“Nu-rrg!” I protested, then tried again, forcing the word out. “Nnnnoo!” She just laughed.
“You remember your safe words, right?”
I nodded.
“Good girl. The first learning experience is the frogtie, but I said there’d be two. I thought we’d should try some empathy. Try and get inside the minds of the criminals, right?”
I looked up, not knowing what she meant.
“I wonder why Jojo likes wedgies? Do you know, Leah?”
I shook my head.
“Would you like to find out?”
I shook my head again but, even before I’d finished, she pulled my briefs from behind. She pulled hard and I was stung with a sudden pain. I tried flexing my back against it but could manage little movement in my restraints. I cried out, half-muffled, causing more drool to spill from my mouth and land on the floor.
“Lift your head up!” She ordered, still pulling on the briefs. She yanked harder. It could feel them burning against my skin. She stretched until she could pull them over my forehead, down over my eyes so that I could only vaguely see through the obscured vision of the stretched, dark material. They went down and clipped over my nose, dragging it upwards. The pain was excruciating. The thin yet tough fabric wearing against my waxed crack, as well as against the inside of my thighs. The pain was constant. The very limited ability I had to move would only make it stretch even further.
“Do you understand Jojo now, honey?” Ellie called. When I didn’t answer, she slapped me gently across the face. “Do you understand Jojo?”
“Nu-rrg!”
“Really” She feigned surprise. “Sweet girl, it looks like you’re enjoying it. You should see your clit right now.” I was erect. She flicked her fingers at it, through the fabric. “If you’re sure you don’t understand, I guess you need more pain. I stole this metal spatula I found in the art barn. Thought you might enjoy it.”
Crack! I was spanked on my bare left cheek. I cried out and tried to wriggle against the pain. It was much worse than the ruler had been before.
Crack! On my other cheek, then on the first again, then again. She spanked me ten times before stopping, where I wailed and tried to shake my head.
“You know what’s fun? You don’t” crack! “Know when I’m even” crack! “Going to spank you, because you can’t see.” Crack! “You don’t even know how long this is going to go on for.”
Crack!
Again, she spanked me another ten times in rapid succession. I could feel the thin, tightened string of fabric from the wedgie cutting into my skin now. I felt as though it might’ve been bleeding, and I began trying to judge if I actually was or not. She gave me little space or time to think however. Every moment I thought she was stopping, she düzce escort spanked again. My cheeks felt raw. I lost count. Drool pathetically dribbled down my chin, then tears too. I could taste some of them as they fell against my gagged lips.
“Sweet, little Leah. You’re whining pretty loud. Are you crying, too?”
I tried shaking my head. She cupped my chin with her hand and slapped me. “Do you want to cum?”
Nodding stretched the wedgie again and made me gasp.
“What if I changed my mind and decided you can’t cum?”
“Nuu!” I screamed. “Pweaa!”
“Was that a please? Are you begging?” She started spanking again. I wanted to shake my legs out but I couldn’t. I could barely move or see or speak. She spanked again and again. Every now and then, she’d just lightly stroke my cheeks to watch how easily it made me flinch.
“How bad do you want to cum? I mean, what I said you could only cum after another hour of staying like this and getting spanked?”
An hour? “I dun-nhaa!”
“You don’t know? An hour sounds too much? You’d rather not cum at all, then?”
I shook my head. She carried on spanking.
“You remember what you did, right? You know you deserve this. You need to be taught a lesson, don’t you?”
“Yeeuhh!” I cried. My wails had upped in volume with every strike.
“You won’t learn that lesson if I don’t really make you regret what you did. This can’t just a bit of pleasurable teasing. My girl needs real punishment too.”
“I dun wannit!”
“I know. That’s why you need it.”
I was left shaking, moaning, wheezing, crying, screaming. I could barely think. I was so turned on. Only now did she put down the spatula. I daren’t believe it was over yet though. I was worried it was a trick. She came round to the front and bent down before my tear and saliva-stained face.
“You’re doing well, baby. I’m proud of how you’re taking it. Do you want a treat?” She said softly. I was so pained that I shouted my answer back.
“Yeuhh!”
She pulled the briefs up past my eyes, back to my forehead so I could see properly again. She was still wearing her sports clothes. The white top and red shorts. “Is that better?” She asked.
“Yeuh, tha-yer, Erlee.”
She smirked. She stood back a little so I could have full view of her body. I watched, mesmerised. Her hands crept down her waist, towards the bottom of her shirt. One hand held the end and began slowly pulling it up. The smooth skin of her stomach appeared. Her other hands was caressing her breasts through the shirt. She laughed at how entranced I was, letting go of the shirt so that it fell again. Both hands began caressing her breasts through fabric. Touching the nipples I couldn’t see. She pretended to lick them, just to watch how it made me react.
“Would you like to see them?”
“Yeuhh!!”
“Do you think you deserve it?” She was pulling the top up, then the sports bra, with both hands now. Slowly. They were drawn up just below her nipples. The pressure of it lifting them slightly, precariously, as though they would slip down and appear any moment.
“I asked you a question, Leah?”
“I…uh…” What was the right answer, here? She had said, only minutes ago, that I deserved to be punished for my behaviour. That suggested the correct answer was no, but then again, I wouldn’t put it past her to trick me. I had never seen any of her naked. It was perhaps one of the things I most wanted…and yet, I supposed my best bet was to answer truthfully. I had attacked her, after all. Reluctantly, I resigned myself to answer. “Nurrgh.”
The shirt dropped back down, covering her body. That was it. My once chance to see her, gone.
“Shall I let you in on a secret, sweetheart? I gave you the choice between an easy punishment where you wouldn’t get to cum afterwards, or a hard punishment where you could cum, remember?”
“Yeuh…”
“I lied. You don’t get to cum either way.”
The pain of this realisation was worse than any of the spanking. It was the hope of cumming that had sustained me. She laughed loudly at my reaction. She said it was cute to see me getting so hot and bothered. My frustration, desperation; she drank it in, squatting enough to dab the drool and tears from my face. “You do get a treat though…maybe. Let’s see.” She removed the ballgag.
“Please let me cum, please!”
She tapped her index finger against my nose three times, silencing me. “Did I ask you to speak?”
“I…I’m sorry, my Mistress.”
“You’re being punished. Are you sorry?”
“Yes. I’m so, so sorry. I won’t ever do it again. I won’t ever. Please let me go.”
“What if I want to spank you again?”
“No! Please, it’s too much.”
“Then I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson.” She picked up the spatula and spanked me again. I wailed. She spanked me with a rapid flurry on each cheek.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“What if I want to spank you again?”
“You can spank me as much as you like. I deserve it!” I cried, barely taking a pause for breath.
“Good, you have learned. You do deserve it.”
Another flurry, after which, she released the briefs from my head. I groaned in both agony and relief as they drew back and eased, though still rubbed like a wire against my skin.
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