Boarding School Encounter 05 Henrietta Buggered by the Headmistress
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The School and University system in Nigeria is a strange, anomaly-ridden thing. It has grown up haphazardly over centuries, subject to the caprices of tradition and political whim, baffling to the outsider. One of the anomalies is that the great medieval universities of Nsukka and Lagos select part of their student intake on the basis of special exams which take place half a year after when most pupils leave school. And, of course, most of the schools which can, practically speaking, afford to keep a select group of pupils on for half a year extra are the private ones, the most expensive and exclusive of which are, most bafflingly of all, known as “Public Schools”. You will have heard of some of these: Bishop Crowther for boys, Holy Rosary College for girls. As a result, the Nigerian school system at any given time contains a cohort of pupils aged over 18 who are spending one extra term at expensive private schools, either at their parents’ expense or, for some lucky few of those from poorer families, supported by charitable scholarships, all in the fervent hope of getting into Nsukka. Furthermore, in these financially straitened times, it is not at all uncommon for a school dedicated to one gender to open its doors to pupils of the other, for this advanced tuition.
Excuse the history lesson; you did not come here for that. But I hope it serves to introduce the scene we are about to witness. Not at Bishop Crowther or Holy Rosary College but at the less well known, although no less proud, establishment of St Theresa Of The c***d Jesus Ladies College, somewhere in the South of Enugu, where Miss Uwa the ambitious young Headmistress (teachers in Public Schools are known as Masters and Mistresses) has this year decided to admit boys to the school for Nsukka entrance tuition.
It is a sunny afternoon and Miss Uwa is in her rather daunting oak-panelled study, the portraits of her predecessors frowning down upon her. She is catching up on some mundane paperwork. Wednesday afternoons at St Theresa's are devoted to sport, in line with the school’s professed philosophy that a healthy body fosters a healthy mind. Through the slightly open window, Miss Uwa can hear the high, clear voices of the senior girls playing netball and, somewhere further away, the deeper shouts of the boys at football practice. Miss Uwa is calm and satisfied; the experiment of admitting boys has so far been a success, to judge from the first month or so. Not only financially, but in terms of bringing a certain variety, spice even, to her beloved school community. The sounds from outside die away as the sports lessons come to an end and the pupils troop in from the playing fields and netball courts to shower and change. Miss Uwa has
finished with one pile of paperwork and pauses for a moment to contemplate her grand surroundings and the long journey from humble roots that brought her here. If only her mother had lived to see it.
Her musing is interrupted by a soft knock at her study door. She stands up. “Come in!” A pause, then another knock. The door is thick, and people do not always hear her voice. She walks to the door and opens it, then stops dead in bewilderment.
Standing outside the door is Chuka, one of the most gifted Nsukka entrance boys (Miss Uwa's
policy of calling her pupils by their first names is regarded as daringly progressive by her peers). Miss Uwa knows him as a shy, studious boy, rather awkward in social interaction, but an exceptional academic talent. Chuka is trembling and tearful. He has a damp towel wrapped around his lower body and does not appear to be wearing anything else at all apart from his glasses. Miss Uwa composes herself and speaks calmly but firmly.
Chuka, what on earth is going on? Chuka can barely get his words out. Miss am sorry, it's just Miss Okonkwo said I had to come and see you straight away. I’ve done something bad, Miss.”
Nkoli Okonkwo is the head of girls’ sport, coaches the netball team and is a formidable woman, unafraid to take disciplinary matters into her own hands. If she is escalating something straight to the Headmistress, it must be serious. And, thinks Miss Uwa, how would Chuka have attracted Nkoli's attention? Their paths should have no reason to cross. Something is very strange here.
“Come in, Chuka. Stand in front of my desk there, that’s right. Now tell me, in your own words, exactly why Miss Okonkwo sent you here, and why you are only wearing a towel. Take all the time you need, but I need the whole truth.”
“Miss, you know this school is a really old building …”
“Of course. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well some of the rooms have changed use over the years. Sorry Miss, I’ll start at the beginning. We all had sport this afternoon. Football for boys and netball for girls. And we came back in and showered. And I was first in the shower and first out.”
This seems irrelevant, but she had asked for the whole truth. “Go on Chuka.
And … and … well like I said the rooms used to be different. I had heard other boys say that if you go to the back of the sports equipment storeroom there is still a door there that would lead through to the girls’ changing room. It’s been locked for years but you can see through the keyhole …”
Ah, thinks Miss Uwa, now I see where this is going. Oh my God what has he done …
“So … so … I sneaked in there straight after my shower … I was there … at the keyhole … the girls were on the other side, showering and getting changed. And … and … I was watching them, Miss …” His voice was barely audible.
“Is there more, Chuka? Miss Okonkwo came in to the storeroom to put some stuff away. She found me, Miss. She said I had to come straight to you.”
“And that’s it, is it?”
“Yes, Miss.”
Chuka Miss, I don’t know how to say this …”
“Clearly and truthfully would be my advice …”
“Miss, when Miss Okonkwo, found me, I was … I was …”
“What, Chuka? But she has guessed.
“I was touching myself, Miss. And she saw what I was doing.”
Miss Uwa looks down at her desk for a long time. Stupid little bastard, she thinks. Why can’t he just watch porn on his phone like all the other boys? The implications of this are gigantic.
Chuka, listen to me carefully. Does anyone else besides Miss Okonkwo you and me know about this? Did the girls know you were watching them?”
“No Miss. I’m sure about that.” That at least was good. She trusted Nkoli Okonkwo to keep quiet and await further instructions from her.
“Did you ejaculate? Is there any physical trace of what happened?”
“No Miss.”
“Do you freely admit to what you have done?
“Yes Miss.”
“Did anyone force you? Is there anything about what you have said that you want to change?”
“No Miss. It was just me. It was my fault. It was just like I said.”
Chuka, we have here a prima facie case of gross misconduct. Now, as you know, usually this would be dealt with by means of a meeting between you, me, your parents and a representative of the school board, and we would agree on a warning, suspension or exclusion from the school. But what you need to understand is that this process takes place in the public domain. Word of your actions would get out – to other pupils and their parents, and inevitably into the media. And if it were to become widely known that my policy to admit boys had led to us harbouring a voyeur, you can imagine the outcome. Parents would withdraw their daughters from the school, maybe even so many that the school was no longer viable. If it closed – after more than 150 years of illustrious history, Chuka, it would ruin the life chances of all the pupils, and the careers of all the staff. The only way to save the school would be for me to resign. I would never work in education again. There would in any case be an official enquiry by the education authorities, and quite possibly the police. Do you begin to understand the seriousness of this situation?”
Chuka is weeping uncontrollably. “I am so sorry Miss …”
“I believe that you are, Chuka, But that is not enough. You need to be punished for what you have done, and have your behaviour corrected for the future. Now, as this is a private school I do have a certain amount of discretion on disciplinary matters. It is a many years since a Headmistress at St Theresa's has invoked her right to dispense a summary punishment of her choice as an alternative to the conventional process, but I think the time has come. Stand close to my desk, Chuka. She gets up and stands behind him as he approaches the desk. “Drop your towel to the floor.”
“Miss …?”
“Do as I say. Drop the towel. Bend over the desk so your palms and elbows are flat on it. Look straight down. Do not move from that position, or cry out. I am about to administer corporal punishment.”
He assumes the position according to her instructions. She stands behind him and begins to spank his slim, pale buttocks, hard and rapidly. She is petite and her hands are small, but all her fury at the danger Chuka has put her in goes into the spanking. He does his best not to yell in pain, but cannot help whimpering and gasping. “Yes, Chuka, I know it hurts. It is meant to. It’s a punishment.” She does not let up. His bottom flushes a deep red. Even individual small hand marks are visible on his pallid skin. Tears start to fall from his eyes onto the leather surface of the desk.
She only stops when her arm starts to ache. She steps back, her face pink from the exertion. Chuka is is weeping silently over her desk.
“Turn and face me, Chuka with your hands at your sides.”
“Please Miss, I can’t … please don’t make me …”
“You heard me, Chuka stand up and look at me.”
“But Miss … I’ve … I’ve …”
“What, Chuka I’ve … got … I’ve got an erection, Miss.”
“That is immaterial, Chuka. Turn to face me.”
Slowly, he stands and turns, hands by his sides as she had ordered. His body is pale and skinny, small-boned. Almost hairless apart from a shock of thick, dark, pubes, from which his fully erect cock emerges and points, insolently, at Miss Uwa.
Well well, she thinks. Watch out for the quiet ones. Who would have thought that bookish, shy little Chuka would be so impressively endowed.
Chuka, I have punished you for your offence. But now we need to look a little deeper to understand your behaviour and correct it in the future. What moved you to take such a risk when you decided to spy on the girls? In this day and age there are plenty of ways for a young man to see a female body, should he wish.”
“Miss, my parents are really strict. Mum searches my room at home. They keep the computer in the living room and are always around when I use it. Dad works in IT, he’s really clever at finding deleted files and browsing histories. They never gave me any sex education; they said I should focus 100% on studying if I wanted to get to Nsukka. They withdrew me from sex education lessons in secondary school, said they didn’t approve. Miss, the girls here are so beautiful in their short skirts and tight blouses, I think about them all the time, I just wanted so much to see more of them …” he starts crying again.
“You know, Chuka in some ways I feel sorry for you. You feel under pressure at home and at school to excel academically, so much so that there is no outlet for some of your natural instincts. Tell me, Chuka, what did you see through the keyhole?”
“Miss …?”
“I want to understand you better. Tell me what you were looking at, that excited you so much.”
He takes a deep breath, then the words flow from him. “The girls from the netball team were coming out of the showers. They were all completely naked, towelling themselves off. A couple of them started talking about … about sports bras, Miss. Saying that netball was more difficult if you have … er … if you have bigger breasts. Because of all the running and jumping. There was a lot of talk about breasts and somehow it then got into a discussion about who had the biggest ones and therefore needed the best quality sports bra. They were laughing and giggling. Someone said they should make it official, who had the biggest breasts in the team and have a collection to buy her a good sports bra. So they made Titi the judge, as she has very small ones so it was never going to be her. And it came down to a kind of contest between Egodi and Anuli. Titi made them stand next to each other with their chests pushed out. They were all giggling like crazy. Titi looked very closely at Egodi and Anuli's chest's, she was even touching their breasts to feel how heavy they were. And she decided that although Anuli has really big ones, they are quite, sort of … they sort of stick out, they are sort of firm, but Egodi's are similar size, very big as well, but they are sort of round and heavy. So she said Egodi needed the best sports bra. But she said there should be a consolation prize for Anuli, for having the biggest nipples, they really protrude. Egodi's nipples are kind of small and flat. And I noticed that Gbemi was sitting on a bench watching all this and I think she had her hand between her legs and was touching herself. And then one of the girls, I don’t know who, stood right in front of the keyhole so all I could see was her bottom. And then she bent down to pick something up and I could see … you know … everything, between her legs, from behind. And that’s when Miss Okonkwo found me.”
Caught up in his story, he seems more confident now. And perhaps even oblivious to the fact that he is still naked, and massively erect.
“Thank you, Chuka, I appreciate your honesty. I understand that you are a young man with a healthy sex drive that has never been allowed an outlet. Do you masturbate a lot, Chuka?
“Er … yes Miss. Every night in bed, every morning when I wake up. And in between especially when I’ve been around the girls at school.”
“Well, masturbation is normal and healthy enough, despite what your parents think. My concern is that your sex drive is so out of control, as shown by the incident today, that you may escalate to even more delinquent behaviour. I feel I should help you divert that sexual energy in a less destructive direction.”
“Miss …? Er, Miss, what are you doing …?”
She is unbuttoning her plain white blouse. He cannot believe it. She takes it off and folds it over a chair. “My intention is to allow you to express your sexual curiosity in a safe, controlled setting, Chuka. She is wearing a pretty, white lacy bra. “You are interested in breast size, aren’t you, Chuka? Do you find large ones attractive?
“Uhhh … yes, Miss.”
“Do you know how bra sizes work?”
“Er, no, not really, Miss, I know there are numbers and letters …”
“The number indicates the measurement around the torso. The letter indicates the size of the bra cups; the further along the alphabet, the larger the woman’s breasts in relation to her body. So for someone like you who is strongly breast orientated, the letter is the crucial thing. Now I know for a fact, from the school nurse, that both Egodi and Anuli take a D cup although, as you have seen, their breasts are differently shaped. Can you guess what my cup size is, Chuka? Oh, Miss, er, I don’t … I mean … I think … yours seem to be a bit bigger than theirs … er … perhaps E cup?”
“Good boy. That’s right. Thirty four E, in fact, which means I have fairly small body but large breasts.” (Miss Uwa, five foot one and slim but for her magnificent bosom, used to hate netball when she was at school.) To Chuka's amazement, arousal and , if we are honest, terror, she takes off her bra and stands before him with her breasts fully exposed.
“Oh Miss … oh my God … they are bigger than Egodi and Anuli's. They are beautiful. And nipples even bigger than Anuli's own. They stick out so much. Oh Miss …”
“Touch them if you want to.”
“Miss …?”
“Touch them, Chuka, He has unusually small, delicate hands for a man, and as he gently cups Miss Uwa's great pale globes, they seem to overflow his grasp. “How does that feel, Chuka?
Miss, they are amazing, it’s like they’re firm and soft at the same time, heavy and full, I’ve never felt anything so beautiful. Oh thank you Miss …” He begins to weep again.
“Shh, Chuka, we have not finished yet. Would you like to suck them?”
He does not even reply, just bends down to her chest, holds her left breast up to his mouth and sucks, gently but steadily, on her big nipple. And she is getting very very turned on. For a boy who has never touched a woman before, he is good – gentle and attentive. He moves to the other breast, sucks that one a bit harder. Miss Uwa cannot stifle a little moan as she feels a rush of warmth to her crotch. “Miss … sorry … did I hurt you?”
“Not at all, Chuka, the female breast is a very powerful erogenous zone, and your sucking is stimulating me sexually. I will show you more in a moment. Do you see how my nipples are now long and stiff? That is because they contain erectile tissue, like your penis, which responds to sexual arousal.”
“Yes Miss.”
“You did not go to sex education classes, you said?” No Miss, my parents …”
“If you had, you would know about erogenous zones. Now as you know very well, the primary sign of sexual arousal in the male is penile erection, which you are demonstrating very clearly as we speak. Do you know what the female equivalent is?”
“Er … not really Miss … something to do with lubrication, I think …”
“Broadly correct, Chuka. Erection of the clitoris, swelling and softening of the labia, and, as you say, the production of vaginal fluid as a lubricant. Here, I will show you.”
Unbelievably, she hitches up her smart grey skirt, above the tops of her black hold-up stockings, and slips off her white lacy panties. She sits back in a venerable-looking leather armchair and spreads her legs wide. “Come here, Chuka, and look closely. You’ll need to kneel down.”
Spellbound, he kneels, naked and still erect, in front of her with his face close to her wet cunt. Using her fingers, she parts the lips ever so slightly. “You see, Chuka, clitoris here, outer labia here, inner labia here, and the actual opening to my vagina is … here. You should be able to see the swelling and arousal, and the wetness of my secretions, very clearly.”
Oh, he can see clearly, all right.
Chuka, I suspect that most of the girls in the netball team remove all their pubic hair. It is the fashion these days. You should not believe the myth that female pubic hair is ugly or unhygienic. As you can see, I trim mine around the edges but leave most of it intact.”
“It’s beautiful, Miss.”
“Thank you. Good boy. If you are very, very careful you may touch my genitals so that you know what an aroused woman feels like.”
Gingerly he reaches out a fingertip to her clit, to her cunt lips. Traces it gently up and down her wet slit. Probes a little further. Just finds the entrance to her vagina. She is breathing heavily now.
Chuka do you know what cunnilingus means?”
“No Miss.”
“Well perhaps you can guess – you know some Latin.”
“Um … well lingus must be something to do with language, or … ah yes, tongue.” Amazingly, his studious brain has kicked in automatically even in the middle of this outrageous sexual encounter.
“And cunni … cunnus perhaps … I know cuneus is wedge … cunnus, cunni … oh, I see …”
“Cunt-licking is what it means, Chuka. Would you like to try? I am very close to orgasm and I think it would demonstrate that nicely.”
“You want me to lick your cunt, Miss?”
“Yes please, Chuka. He is a natural. Amazing. Very gentle, responsive to her responses. He caresses her clit with his tongue, flicks it softly. Runs his tongue and lips slowly up and down her slit. She pulls her outer labia apart with her fingertips, lets him in deeper. He finds her cunt hole with his tongue, probes it, licks up and down again, gently tongue fucks her, then back up again to her clit.
She comes. She grabs his head, pulls his face onto her crotch, bucks and twitches, gasps, whispers hoarsely, “Ah fuck fuck yes, oh your fucking tongue, yes.”
“Miss, are you all right?”
“Yes … yes Chuka, thank you … did you feel my orgasm against your mouth?”
“Yes Miss, it was very powerful.”
“You are a naturally talented cuntlicker, Chuka it is a fine skill to have. Now, of course, we must not forget that you have been aroused ever since you saw the girls in the shower, and I must not let you out of here without releasing that sexual tension.”
“Yes Miss.”
She sits forward in the chair. “Stand in front of me. I will not ask you to work out the etymology of the word fellatio; I will move straight to the demonstration.”
“Oh my God, Miss, you’re sucking my cock!”
Miss Uwa is not only naturally talented, but highly experienced as a cocksucker, and it will not take her long to release Chuka's sexual tension. She sucks gently but insistently, using her tongue cunningly on the underside of his swollen glans. She holds his big hard shaft steady with one hand. She uses her other forearm to lift her large breasts up, as a last flick of Miss Uwa's tongue causes him to deposit a copious spatter pattern of semen onto the soft skin of her breasts. Chuka groans as he ejaculates. It is the biggest load of cum he can ever remember producing, and an impressive performance even in Miss Uwa's extensive experience.
That’s better. Good boy” She squeezes out the last drops.
“Miss, I’ve made a really big mess on your tits.” It’s true. It takes a lot of cum to cover Miss Uwa's boobs but he has made a valiant effort.
“It’s all right, Chuka And they both burst out into hearty laughter, and she stands up from the armchair and they embrace, smearing sperm from her chest to his. The Headmistress’s study is a suburban living room, her desk a foldaway dining table. The predecessors’ portraits are framed enlargements of holiday photos, Greece mostly, hung on pale painted plaster, not oak panels. There are still some sounds of sports and games outside – Nkoli Okonkwo's k**s in the garden next door.
“Fucking hell, Ifeatu, you were incredible!”
“You were amazing yourself, babe,” says Ifeatu Anakweze (Nee Uwa) to her husband Chuka. The cunnilingus etymology bit – where the fuck did you get that idea from?”
“Well, I was supposed to be a teacher. And how did you hold out for so long? I was sure you were going to come just from the spanking. Not that I would have minded.”
“Do you want to get cleaned up?”
“No, actually let’s stay like this for a bit. It’s nice.”
“Yeah, it is.” They curl up on the sofa together, relishing their own aromas of semen and cunt.
“I love you Chuka.
I love you too Miss Uwa. The end.
Excuse the history lesson; you did not come here for that. But I hope it serves to introduce the scene we are about to witness. Not at Bishop Crowther or Holy Rosary College but at the less well known, although no less proud, establishment of St Theresa Of The c***d Jesus Ladies College, somewhere in the South of Enugu, where Miss Uwa the ambitious young Headmistress (teachers in Public Schools are known as Masters and Mistresses) has this year decided to admit boys to the school for Nsukka entrance tuition.
It is a sunny afternoon and Miss Uwa is in her rather daunting oak-panelled study, the portraits of her predecessors frowning down upon her. She is catching up on some mundane paperwork. Wednesday afternoons at St Theresa's are devoted to sport, in line with the school’s professed philosophy that a healthy body fosters a healthy mind. Through the slightly open window, Miss Uwa can hear the high, clear voices of the senior girls playing netball and, somewhere further away, the deeper shouts of the boys at football practice. Miss Uwa is calm and satisfied; the experiment of admitting boys has so far been a success, to judge from the first month or so. Not only financially, but in terms of bringing a certain variety, spice even, to her beloved school community. The sounds from outside die away as the sports lessons come to an end and the pupils troop in from the playing fields and netball courts to shower and change. Miss Uwa has
finished with one pile of paperwork and pauses for a moment to contemplate her grand surroundings and the long journey from humble roots that brought her here. If only her mother had lived to see it.
Her musing is interrupted by a soft knock at her study door. She stands up. “Come in!” A pause, then another knock. The door is thick, and people do not always hear her voice. She walks to the door and opens it, then stops dead in bewilderment.
Standing outside the door is Chuka, one of the most gifted Nsukka entrance boys (Miss Uwa's
policy of calling her pupils by their first names is regarded as daringly progressive by her peers). Miss Uwa knows him as a shy, studious boy, rather awkward in social interaction, but an exceptional academic talent. Chuka is trembling and tearful. He has a damp towel wrapped around his lower body and does not appear to be wearing anything else at all apart from his glasses. Miss Uwa composes herself and speaks calmly but firmly.
Chuka, what on earth is going on? Chuka can barely get his words out. Miss am sorry, it's just Miss Okonkwo said I had to come and see you straight away. I’ve done something bad, Miss.”
Nkoli Okonkwo is the head of girls’ sport, coaches the netball team and is a formidable woman, unafraid to take disciplinary matters into her own hands. If she is escalating something straight to the Headmistress, it must be serious. And, thinks Miss Uwa, how would Chuka have attracted Nkoli's attention? Their paths should have no reason to cross. Something is very strange here.
“Come in, Chuka. Stand in front of my desk there, that’s right. Now tell me, in your own words, exactly why Miss Okonkwo sent you here, and why you are only wearing a towel. Take all the time you need, but I need the whole truth.”
“Miss, you know this school is a really old building …”
“Of course. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well some of the rooms have changed use over the years. Sorry Miss, I’ll start at the beginning. We all had sport this afternoon. Football for boys and netball for girls. And we came back in and showered. And I was first in the shower and first out.”
This seems irrelevant, but she had asked for the whole truth. “Go on Chuka.
And … and … well like I said the rooms used to be different. I had heard other boys say that if you go to the back of the sports equipment storeroom there is still a door there that would lead through to the girls’ changing room. It’s been locked for years but you can see through the keyhole …”
Ah, thinks Miss Uwa, now I see where this is going. Oh my God what has he done …
“So … so … I sneaked in there straight after my shower … I was there … at the keyhole … the girls were on the other side, showering and getting changed. And … and … I was watching them, Miss …” His voice was barely audible.
“Is there more, Chuka? Miss Okonkwo came in to the storeroom to put some stuff away. She found me, Miss. She said I had to come straight to you.”
“And that’s it, is it?”
“Yes, Miss.”
Chuka Miss, I don’t know how to say this …”
“Clearly and truthfully would be my advice …”
“Miss, when Miss Okonkwo, found me, I was … I was …”
“What, Chuka? But she has guessed.
“I was touching myself, Miss. And she saw what I was doing.”
Miss Uwa looks down at her desk for a long time. Stupid little bastard, she thinks. Why can’t he just watch porn on his phone like all the other boys? The implications of this are gigantic.
Chuka, listen to me carefully. Does anyone else besides Miss Okonkwo you and me know about this? Did the girls know you were watching them?”
“No Miss. I’m sure about that.” That at least was good. She trusted Nkoli Okonkwo to keep quiet and await further instructions from her.
“Did you ejaculate? Is there any physical trace of what happened?”
“No Miss.”
“Do you freely admit to what you have done?
“Yes Miss.”
“Did anyone force you? Is there anything about what you have said that you want to change?”
“No Miss. It was just me. It was my fault. It was just like I said.”
Chuka, we have here a prima facie case of gross misconduct. Now, as you know, usually this would be dealt with by means of a meeting between you, me, your parents and a representative of the school board, and we would agree on a warning, suspension or exclusion from the school. But what you need to understand is that this process takes place in the public domain. Word of your actions would get out – to other pupils and their parents, and inevitably into the media. And if it were to become widely known that my policy to admit boys had led to us harbouring a voyeur, you can imagine the outcome. Parents would withdraw their daughters from the school, maybe even so many that the school was no longer viable. If it closed – after more than 150 years of illustrious history, Chuka, it would ruin the life chances of all the pupils, and the careers of all the staff. The only way to save the school would be for me to resign. I would never work in education again. There would in any case be an official enquiry by the education authorities, and quite possibly the police. Do you begin to understand the seriousness of this situation?”
Chuka is weeping uncontrollably. “I am so sorry Miss …”
“I believe that you are, Chuka, But that is not enough. You need to be punished for what you have done, and have your behaviour corrected for the future. Now, as this is a private school I do have a certain amount of discretion on disciplinary matters. It is a many years since a Headmistress at St Theresa's has invoked her right to dispense a summary punishment of her choice as an alternative to the conventional process, but I think the time has come. Stand close to my desk, Chuka. She gets up and stands behind him as he approaches the desk. “Drop your towel to the floor.”
“Miss …?”
“Do as I say. Drop the towel. Bend over the desk so your palms and elbows are flat on it. Look straight down. Do not move from that position, or cry out. I am about to administer corporal punishment.”
He assumes the position according to her instructions. She stands behind him and begins to spank his slim, pale buttocks, hard and rapidly. She is petite and her hands are small, but all her fury at the danger Chuka has put her in goes into the spanking. He does his best not to yell in pain, but cannot help whimpering and gasping. “Yes, Chuka, I know it hurts. It is meant to. It’s a punishment.” She does not let up. His bottom flushes a deep red. Even individual small hand marks are visible on his pallid skin. Tears start to fall from his eyes onto the leather surface of the desk.
She only stops when her arm starts to ache. She steps back, her face pink from the exertion. Chuka is is weeping silently over her desk.
“Turn and face me, Chuka with your hands at your sides.”
“Please Miss, I can’t … please don’t make me …”
“You heard me, Chuka stand up and look at me.”
“But Miss … I’ve … I’ve …”
“What, Chuka I’ve … got … I’ve got an erection, Miss.”
“That is immaterial, Chuka. Turn to face me.”
Slowly, he stands and turns, hands by his sides as she had ordered. His body is pale and skinny, small-boned. Almost hairless apart from a shock of thick, dark, pubes, from which his fully erect cock emerges and points, insolently, at Miss Uwa.
Well well, she thinks. Watch out for the quiet ones. Who would have thought that bookish, shy little Chuka would be so impressively endowed.
Chuka, I have punished you for your offence. But now we need to look a little deeper to understand your behaviour and correct it in the future. What moved you to take such a risk when you decided to spy on the girls? In this day and age there are plenty of ways for a young man to see a female body, should he wish.”
“Miss, my parents are really strict. Mum searches my room at home. They keep the computer in the living room and are always around when I use it. Dad works in IT, he’s really clever at finding deleted files and browsing histories. They never gave me any sex education; they said I should focus 100% on studying if I wanted to get to Nsukka. They withdrew me from sex education lessons in secondary school, said they didn’t approve. Miss, the girls here are so beautiful in their short skirts and tight blouses, I think about them all the time, I just wanted so much to see more of them …” he starts crying again.
“You know, Chuka in some ways I feel sorry for you. You feel under pressure at home and at school to excel academically, so much so that there is no outlet for some of your natural instincts. Tell me, Chuka, what did you see through the keyhole?”
“Miss …?”
“I want to understand you better. Tell me what you were looking at, that excited you so much.”
He takes a deep breath, then the words flow from him. “The girls from the netball team were coming out of the showers. They were all completely naked, towelling themselves off. A couple of them started talking about … about sports bras, Miss. Saying that netball was more difficult if you have … er … if you have bigger breasts. Because of all the running and jumping. There was a lot of talk about breasts and somehow it then got into a discussion about who had the biggest ones and therefore needed the best quality sports bra. They were laughing and giggling. Someone said they should make it official, who had the biggest breasts in the team and have a collection to buy her a good sports bra. So they made Titi the judge, as she has very small ones so it was never going to be her. And it came down to a kind of contest between Egodi and Anuli. Titi made them stand next to each other with their chests pushed out. They were all giggling like crazy. Titi looked very closely at Egodi and Anuli's chest's, she was even touching their breasts to feel how heavy they were. And she decided that although Anuli has really big ones, they are quite, sort of … they sort of stick out, they are sort of firm, but Egodi's are similar size, very big as well, but they are sort of round and heavy. So she said Egodi needed the best sports bra. But she said there should be a consolation prize for Anuli, for having the biggest nipples, they really protrude. Egodi's nipples are kind of small and flat. And I noticed that Gbemi was sitting on a bench watching all this and I think she had her hand between her legs and was touching herself. And then one of the girls, I don’t know who, stood right in front of the keyhole so all I could see was her bottom. And then she bent down to pick something up and I could see … you know … everything, between her legs, from behind. And that’s when Miss Okonkwo found me.”
Caught up in his story, he seems more confident now. And perhaps even oblivious to the fact that he is still naked, and massively erect.
“Thank you, Chuka, I appreciate your honesty. I understand that you are a young man with a healthy sex drive that has never been allowed an outlet. Do you masturbate a lot, Chuka?
“Er … yes Miss. Every night in bed, every morning when I wake up. And in between especially when I’ve been around the girls at school.”
“Well, masturbation is normal and healthy enough, despite what your parents think. My concern is that your sex drive is so out of control, as shown by the incident today, that you may escalate to even more delinquent behaviour. I feel I should help you divert that sexual energy in a less destructive direction.”
“Miss …? Er, Miss, what are you doing …?”
She is unbuttoning her plain white blouse. He cannot believe it. She takes it off and folds it over a chair. “My intention is to allow you to express your sexual curiosity in a safe, controlled setting, Chuka. She is wearing a pretty, white lacy bra. “You are interested in breast size, aren’t you, Chuka? Do you find large ones attractive?
“Uhhh … yes, Miss.”
“Do you know how bra sizes work?”
“Er, no, not really, Miss, I know there are numbers and letters …”
“The number indicates the measurement around the torso. The letter indicates the size of the bra cups; the further along the alphabet, the larger the woman’s breasts in relation to her body. So for someone like you who is strongly breast orientated, the letter is the crucial thing. Now I know for a fact, from the school nurse, that both Egodi and Anuli take a D cup although, as you have seen, their breasts are differently shaped. Can you guess what my cup size is, Chuka? Oh, Miss, er, I don’t … I mean … I think … yours seem to be a bit bigger than theirs … er … perhaps E cup?”
“Good boy. That’s right. Thirty four E, in fact, which means I have fairly small body but large breasts.” (Miss Uwa, five foot one and slim but for her magnificent bosom, used to hate netball when she was at school.) To Chuka's amazement, arousal and , if we are honest, terror, she takes off her bra and stands before him with her breasts fully exposed.
“Oh Miss … oh my God … they are bigger than Egodi and Anuli's. They are beautiful. And nipples even bigger than Anuli's own. They stick out so much. Oh Miss …”
“Touch them if you want to.”
“Miss …?”
“Touch them, Chuka, He has unusually small, delicate hands for a man, and as he gently cups Miss Uwa's great pale globes, they seem to overflow his grasp. “How does that feel, Chuka?
Miss, they are amazing, it’s like they’re firm and soft at the same time, heavy and full, I’ve never felt anything so beautiful. Oh thank you Miss …” He begins to weep again.
“Shh, Chuka, we have not finished yet. Would you like to suck them?”
He does not even reply, just bends down to her chest, holds her left breast up to his mouth and sucks, gently but steadily, on her big nipple. And she is getting very very turned on. For a boy who has never touched a woman before, he is good – gentle and attentive. He moves to the other breast, sucks that one a bit harder. Miss Uwa cannot stifle a little moan as she feels a rush of warmth to her crotch. “Miss … sorry … did I hurt you?”
“Not at all, Chuka, the female breast is a very powerful erogenous zone, and your sucking is stimulating me sexually. I will show you more in a moment. Do you see how my nipples are now long and stiff? That is because they contain erectile tissue, like your penis, which responds to sexual arousal.”
“Yes Miss.”
“You did not go to sex education classes, you said?” No Miss, my parents …”
“If you had, you would know about erogenous zones. Now as you know very well, the primary sign of sexual arousal in the male is penile erection, which you are demonstrating very clearly as we speak. Do you know what the female equivalent is?”
“Er … not really Miss … something to do with lubrication, I think …”
“Broadly correct, Chuka. Erection of the clitoris, swelling and softening of the labia, and, as you say, the production of vaginal fluid as a lubricant. Here, I will show you.”
Unbelievably, she hitches up her smart grey skirt, above the tops of her black hold-up stockings, and slips off her white lacy panties. She sits back in a venerable-looking leather armchair and spreads her legs wide. “Come here, Chuka, and look closely. You’ll need to kneel down.”
Spellbound, he kneels, naked and still erect, in front of her with his face close to her wet cunt. Using her fingers, she parts the lips ever so slightly. “You see, Chuka, clitoris here, outer labia here, inner labia here, and the actual opening to my vagina is … here. You should be able to see the swelling and arousal, and the wetness of my secretions, very clearly.”
Oh, he can see clearly, all right.
Chuka, I suspect that most of the girls in the netball team remove all their pubic hair. It is the fashion these days. You should not believe the myth that female pubic hair is ugly or unhygienic. As you can see, I trim mine around the edges but leave most of it intact.”
“It’s beautiful, Miss.”
“Thank you. Good boy. If you are very, very careful you may touch my genitals so that you know what an aroused woman feels like.”
Gingerly he reaches out a fingertip to her clit, to her cunt lips. Traces it gently up and down her wet slit. Probes a little further. Just finds the entrance to her vagina. She is breathing heavily now.
Chuka do you know what cunnilingus means?”
“No Miss.”
“Well perhaps you can guess – you know some Latin.”
“Um … well lingus must be something to do with language, or … ah yes, tongue.” Amazingly, his studious brain has kicked in automatically even in the middle of this outrageous sexual encounter.
“And cunni … cunnus perhaps … I know cuneus is wedge … cunnus, cunni … oh, I see …”
“Cunt-licking is what it means, Chuka. Would you like to try? I am very close to orgasm and I think it would demonstrate that nicely.”
“You want me to lick your cunt, Miss?”
“Yes please, Chuka. He is a natural. Amazing. Very gentle, responsive to her responses. He caresses her clit with his tongue, flicks it softly. Runs his tongue and lips slowly up and down her slit. She pulls her outer labia apart with her fingertips, lets him in deeper. He finds her cunt hole with his tongue, probes it, licks up and down again, gently tongue fucks her, then back up again to her clit.
She comes. She grabs his head, pulls his face onto her crotch, bucks and twitches, gasps, whispers hoarsely, “Ah fuck fuck yes, oh your fucking tongue, yes.”
“Miss, are you all right?”
“Yes … yes Chuka, thank you … did you feel my orgasm against your mouth?”
“Yes Miss, it was very powerful.”
“You are a naturally talented cuntlicker, Chuka it is a fine skill to have. Now, of course, we must not forget that you have been aroused ever since you saw the girls in the shower, and I must not let you out of here without releasing that sexual tension.”
“Yes Miss.”
She sits forward in the chair. “Stand in front of me. I will not ask you to work out the etymology of the word fellatio; I will move straight to the demonstration.”
“Oh my God, Miss, you’re sucking my cock!”
Miss Uwa is not only naturally talented, but highly experienced as a cocksucker, and it will not take her long to release Chuka's sexual tension. She sucks gently but insistently, using her tongue cunningly on the underside of his swollen glans. She holds his big hard shaft steady with one hand. She uses her other forearm to lift her large breasts up, as a last flick of Miss Uwa's tongue causes him to deposit a copious spatter pattern of semen onto the soft skin of her breasts. Chuka groans as he ejaculates. It is the biggest load of cum he can ever remember producing, and an impressive performance even in Miss Uwa's extensive experience.
That’s better. Good boy” She squeezes out the last drops.
“Miss, I’ve made a really big mess on your tits.” It’s true. It takes a lot of cum to cover Miss Uwa's boobs but he has made a valiant effort.
“It’s all right, Chuka And they both burst out into hearty laughter, and she stands up from the armchair and they embrace, smearing sperm from her chest to his. The Headmistress’s study is a suburban living room, her desk a foldaway dining table. The predecessors’ portraits are framed enlargements of holiday photos, Greece mostly, hung on pale painted plaster, not oak panels. There are still some sounds of sports and games outside – Nkoli Okonkwo's k**s in the garden next door.
“Fucking hell, Ifeatu, you were incredible!”
“You were amazing yourself, babe,” says Ifeatu Anakweze (Nee Uwa) to her husband Chuka. The cunnilingus etymology bit – where the fuck did you get that idea from?”
“Well, I was supposed to be a teacher. And how did you hold out for so long? I was sure you were going to come just from the spanking. Not that I would have minded.”
“Do you want to get cleaned up?”
“No, actually let’s stay like this for a bit. It’s nice.”
“Yeah, it is.” They curl up on the sofa together, relishing their own aromas of semen and cunt.
“I love you Chuka.
I love you too Miss Uwa. The end.
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