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It was a month later when Catherine and I returned the favor, inviting Marlene and Ruth to our house for dinner. Catherine got everything prepared, had a nice fire burning in the grate as well as lighting the gas fire in the bedrooms. Knowing Marlene liked liqueur I picked up a bottle along with some Scotch, and a couple of bottles of wine for the dinner. As I still hadn’t passed my driver’s test, Catherine went and picked them up. Marlene appreciated that as it permitted her to wear something more seductive, rather than the dowdy teacher’s clothes she normally wore in public. I heard the car when they arrived and went to greet them at the door. I held Marlene’s coat for her to get out of and handed it to Catherine to hang up, then led her into the living room. Once there I asked her if she would like a drink first, as dinner would be about another half hour or so.”Why not” she said, “It’s not like we have to go home till tomorrow.”I poured us both a drink then joined her by the fire; she looked very inviting with a rather low cut blouse over a push up bra that made her rack look even more inviting than normal. Her skirt didn’t even come to her knees when she was standing, with black hose and wearing high heels she looked so different from what I’d seen her wearing before.Ruth helped Catherine with the meal and setting the table in the dining room, once it was set Catherine placed a candelabra in the middle and lit the three candles. With the main lights turned off it made for a very cosy atmosphere, and opening a bottle of wine we sat down to a lovely dinner. It was a lovely dinner and where we shared the two bottles of wine to wash it down with, and had a peach and custard dessert to finish it off with.Marlene and I retired to the two easy chairs by the fire, and Catherine served us all a nice measure of liqueur. We sipped it slowly letting the meal settle, and enjoying each other’s company by the fire. This was our first opportunity to talk about our more personal things since the last time when we were at her house for dinner. She began the conversation by asking me again about my school days, and in particular the discipline I had been subjected to.To a degree we were covering old ground regarding the system in use at the time, and then she started asking strange questions.”Did you enjoy being punished at any time? Did you ever do anything you knew you would be punished for?”I wasn’t sure what she meant by that so I told her, “Not deliberately, although in some cases if I was caught I would be punished, but that wasn’t a big enough worry to stop me doing whatever I wanted.”Marlene went on, “Did anyone seem to be punished more often than others?””Oh yes” I said there were a few like that, where the teachers just didn’t seem to like them for some reason.””Could it be possible that the reason that they were punished more than others was that they enjoyed the punishment, or perhaps the because of the humiliation of being punished in front of others excited them?”I really didn’t know how to answer that one, I’d never thought of it that way. I just thought that they were just stupid from not learning or realizing how some teacher was less tolerant than others. As for myself, I prided on being able to take whatever punishment they could dish out. Also I would look them directly in their eyes, and glare at them to mock them. I could see the fury on their faces at times, something that almanbahis şikayet made me feel I had won over them.She went on, “What about Margaret, Ms. Sharp, what was she like?””She was a real bitch, the worst I’d ever met and one of the hardest hitters; it was quite the challenge holding back the tears after she gave me the strap. I think we had a love hate relationship, I hated her and she loved to hate me,” I said with a smile.”Where did you know her from?” I asked.”Boarding school, then University” Marlene said, “At University we were in the same dormitory, we had an ‘All Girls club’ there. In a way it was like a lesbian or sex club, and anyone who joined was subjected to an initiation ceremony.””Tell me about it?” I asked.”Well in a way it was supposed to be a secret club, but word leaked out about our interests and activities. As in any community it attracted the curious, who obviously had interests in such things. They would be discretely questioned by members, to give them an idea as to the nature of the club.” “Initiation ceremonies would take place late at night after lights out, a group of the girl members would quietly sneak the inductee to the laundry room,” (used by the dormitories). “There the victim would be stripped naked, gagged with a pair of knickers tied round her head with a stocking, and spanked with slippers or a hairbrush.” “Next she would be held down and sexually teased by the others by caressing, licking and sucking her tits while others would play with her pussy. Once they felt she was ready for penetration, they would lubricate a brush handle with soap, penetrate her pussy to break her hymen and fuck her with it.”Marlene went on, “Now she was welcomed to ‘womanhood’ and invited to take part in any future activities.””Did anyone ever tell the authorities about that?” I asked.”No not really” she said, “There were a couple who went through it and decided it wasn’t for them, but they just quietly didn’t come back and left it alone.” The fire was dying down as it was getting late and getting up I held my hand out to Marlene and gripping hers tight said, “Come” and led her to the bedroom. Catherine and Ruth were to share the spare room together.I had enjoyed our conversation and had felt better talking about it, and now it was time to satisfy our more personal needs. Facing one another I undid Marlene’s blouse and threw it off, her rack was nicely displayed in their holders for my pleasure. I kissed her mouth, softly at first then with more force as I pressed my tongue into it. She did the same to me then took my bra off to free me of its enclosure; we kissed and caressed some more as I unsnapped her bra so we enjoyed the feeling of pressing our tits together. Unzipping her skirt I let it fall to the floor. Now I was in for a surprise, she was bare arsed, no knickers just her garter belt and stockings. I loved the feel or her arse as I ran my hands over her buttocks, our tits still pressed together. The arousal was strong in both of us, she whispered to me calling me a bitch for making her feels the way she did. I grabbed her pussy hair and pulled hard on it making her wince, I pushed her back so her legs hit the bed and she fell backwards onto it.Now I was on top of her and got my legs between hers to press them apart, gripping her pussy with my two middle fingers inside, and the heel of my hand on her clit. Now I squeezed it hard, as hard as I could almanbahis canlı casino to force her to call out. She responded by grabbing my hair and licking my face, and then ran her fingernails down my back hard. I got the message and let go her pussy and pressed my clit against hers, she lifted her legs in the air as her hands found the cheeks of my arse. She dug her nails in hard, in retaliation I gripped her tits hard and bit them.We rolled onto our sides as we hurt one another, yet continued to fuck. It was awesome as we both aroused one another, clawing and biting as we fucked. The relief came with our orgasms, we both collapsed beside one another breathless for a few moments. The crotch of my knickers was soaked from the juices of both our pussies, so I took them off and went and poured us another glass of Drambuie.Marlene was laying there, legs apart relaxing after her orgasm. I set her glass by the bed and got on my knees between her legs again, then poured some of the liquor into her pussy hair. This made her sit up asking the stupid question, “What are you doing?”Smiling in response I lifted one of her legs up and told her to hold it, then the other. Now I parted her pussy lips, and slowly poured the rest of the liqueur into her hole and around the lips. The coldness of the liqueur had her gasping, and setting my glass down to taste it. I could tell this surprised her as still holding her legs up, she watched me drink her health. I licked it off her pubic hair, gripping some of them in my teeth, and then pressing my tongue in to the crevice to enjoy the flavor. As I lapped and sucked on it I felt her relax and lean back to enjoy, she began to gyrate her arse upwards to press her cunt into my face. Once her orgasm hit she leaned down and grabbed my hair, trapping my head between her legs while she enjoyed the feeling before letting me sit up. In the morning, after our constitutional we returned to bed where we were served tea and toast. Thoughts of the conversation we had had the night before were in my head, so I raised the subject again with Marlene. She had made me think that it was more open that it was in reality, and that is where she corrected me. She said that it was only a very few minority of girls who were attracted to it by what they heard, that in fact 90 percent of girls were straight and lived accordingly. This I found confusing and asked how she came to join the club. She said, “It wasn’t a proper club as such, it was just something we who indulged in those activities called it. As I said, some would go through the initiation to find it wasn’t for them for whatever reason, and that would be the end of it for them. They would be given a warning not to say anything to anyone, that to do so could cause embarrassment for them as well as others. After all, who would believe them?” I asked about Ms. Sharp, did she know about her back then and what was she like? “Margaret” as she called her, “Was indeed a very active member throughout her time there, as were a few of us who were particularly interested in the activities we enjoyed. Of course that was the object of the club to attract other girls like us, who were interested in lesbian things. We had all come from either middle or upper class families, so this was a great time to explore our sexuality.” “Margaret was always enthusiastic and love being involved in a number of activities, she was an almanbahis casino exhibitionist as well as a voyeur along with the girl friend she had at the time.” I found it very interesting and asked if there were others she knew from the old days, as she called them.”You know Janice and Thelma from the club she asked?””Of course” I said, well they formed relationships that after their days at the University, and although they married, continued to enjoy each other after. In fact, I never knew of any girl who went completely straight after their experiences at University.”This astonished me, “Did their husbands know I asked?””Of course not” she said. Soon we were into April and I took and passed my driver’s test, so now I could come and go as I pleased. As I mentioned earlier, I had been informed that I had impressed my employer and there was interest of promoting me from section leader to a manageress position. There were others more qualified than me, although I knew from what Doreen told me there would be strings attached. I was young and very attractive and as the saying goes, “Wasn’t born yesterday.”I asked Doreen if we could meet after work one evening for a drink. That gave me an opportunity to quiz her about the expectations of the job. She told me, “He runs a tight ship” meaning he insisted on things being done his way. I knew that wouldn’t suit me, so would have to find a way to overcome that. I came right out and asked her if he expected sexual favors.She looked at me as if I was stupid, “You’re young and beautiful, what do you think?”We talked about it and after a couple of drinks she gave me some details, and it sounded like they were not very imaginative. Basically mostly hand jobs and bending over for him to fuck her. I was sure I could do better than that.He wasted no time coming on to me, on the very first day he started putting his hands on me as he bent over me as he showed me how he wanted the books kept. It wasn’t much, just putting his hand on round my shoulder, rubbing my back and round the side of my breast. When I went to the filing cabinets he followed me, put a hand on my hips and give my arse a squeeze. He was about as subtle as a brick. He wasn’t a bad looking man, I knew what was expected of me and I wasn’t a virgin. It was a matter of control for me; I took the job knowing the expectations but was expecting some measure of control. So I felt from day one to put my cards on the table, and told him the only time I would do anything to and with him, was when there was no one else around. I told him as I was busy in the evenings, that Wednesday after we closed at 2 PM was the best time when the staff had all left for the day.This excited him and he tried to give me a goodbye kiss, but I turned my head and pushed him away.On the Wednesday morning I put on a high waist, long legged panty girdle that was fashionable in those days for figure control. I had no intention of letting him into my knickers right away; he would have to wait till I felt ready. However there was always the possibly he might try to force himself on me, and felt the panty girdle would at least make it harder for him.After 2 PM I checked to make sure everyone had left and the doors were locked, before returning to my office where Mr. Gordon was waiting. As soon as I entered the room he grabbed me and kissed me, one hand fondling my tits and the other round my arse. I let him undo my blouse and I shrugged out of it, then unclasped my bra and threw it off as well. Now my upper body was there for his pleasure, I could see he like what he saw, again grabbing my tits and started sucking on them. He obviously didn’t know how to turn a woman on.

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