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A Nightmare in Silk and Lace 3 by Cordellian (Dedicated to all the lovely girls on Fictionmania who have given me so much encouragement with their flattering reviews) (One) Dean had been quickly marched out through the rear door - the servant's entrance - of the hotel and into a staff compound where a transit van lay idle with its engine running. The rear doors were already open, offering a glimpse inside of two rows of seats fixed to the sides. Already seated in the back of the van were two familiar faces: the girl at reception, Debbie, and the lift attendant, John. As Dean climbed aboard he noticed the difference in their expressions. In the case of Debbie it was resigned disapproval, but in the case of John it was the smug satisfaction of a man who thought he had just 'beaten the system'. "It's the maid," said Debbie with a frown. "Oh joy. Can my day get any better..." Her voice dripped sarcasm as she crossed her arms, an action that served to push the line of her breasts up beneath the tightly buttoned white blouse she wore. The short secretarial skirt displayed her long legs to perfection. "What are you doing here?" asked Dean as he settled down onto the bench opposite Debbie. He smoothed down his skirt and tugged the hemline to cover the petticoats that insisted on peeking out. "I came bottom of their stupid six monthly work assessment. Me? Ridiculous. Obviously a mistake on their part." Debbie rolled her eyes with annoyance. "How could my performance have scored bottom in the last six months? I smile, I flutter my eyelashes, I say 'good morning and welcome to the hotel, Sir. My name is Debbie - how may I make your day better'. It has to be a mistake. It'll all be sorted out when we get to the Academy." "Yeah, right," said John with a leer. The last time Dean had seen him, he was naked, fresh from the shower and bent double receiving a series of blows from a wooden ruler held by Gemma Layton. "And what are YOU doing here?" asked Dean to the lift attendant. "That bitch in the hotel suite only went and reported me, didn't she," said John as he moved along the bench to sit uncomfortably close to Dean. Dean responded by sliding a few inches further away, only for John to close the gap again. "I'm not supposed to sleep with guests, but I didn't think she'd tell the management. Usually I get away with it." "And?" Dean moved as far back as he could until his right shoulder pressed against the corner of the van. John simply closed the gap again. "End of my working contract. They were going to cancel my visa and ship me back to Greece. Worst time of course - the economic situation over there is a nightmare, and anyway, I like living in the US. But I'm pretty clever, see." John tapped the side of his head. "I outwitted them, didn't I." "Puh-lease..." Debbie rolled her eyes again. "You couldn't outwit a five year old child." "Yeah, well, I did. I know how things work. They were about to deport me and I pointed out that they're supposed to offer me the chance of a training course instead of cancelling my visa." "That's for girls..." said Debbie with a sigh. "For girls, you idiot." "Well yes, that's what they said, but they can't do that, can they? I mean, that's sexual discrimination. I told them so. They can't have one rule for girls and one rule for men. Not allowed, is it?" John looked very pleased with himself. "They didn't see that coming. I told them they didn't have a choice. They can't just offer training courses to girls as an alternative to deportation. They have to offer me the same option. Well, that surprised them. I think I'm the first man to figure that out." "You'll also be the only man at the academy," said Debbie. "Yeah, I thought about that." John grinned. "Just me, surrounded by loads of women. Can it get any better?" "Pig." Debbie crossed her arms again and fixed her gaze out of the van window. "You say pig now," said John, "but it's a six month course, right? And I'll be the only available man at the Academy. How long before you'll be flirting like mad for my attention? Or do you think you can cope with being celibate for six months while the other girls around you walk around looking really satisfied. May as well be nice to me now, darling. Start off on the wrong foot and I may not be able to fit you in on what's going to be a very busy dating schedule..." The engine chugged into life and the van lurched as the driver wheeled it round to face the front of the hotel gates. John took the opportunity to fall sideways against Dean and steady himself by putting his hand on Dean's stocking clad knee. Once there the hand began to caress his leg through the nylon. "Hey!" Dean slapped his hand away, but it immediately returned. "What's wrong, baby?" John slipped the hand now between Dean's legs and caressed the inside of his thighs. Starved of sexual contact for days, Dean found his body actually responding to the caress with a shiver of excitement. But even so, this was a man touching him, and so he wriggled his legs apart. "Leave the silly maid alone," said Debbie as she glanced round. "She's not interested." "Just playing hard to get, aren't you, baby?" John leaned forward and kissed Dean suddenly on the lips. "Please, don't..." Dean pulled away before John could slip his tongue inside Dean's mouth. "Well, plenty of time to get better acquainted when we're at the Academy," said John, not in the least put off. "Of course by then you're both going to have to compete with the other girls. I'm really looking forward to this." "Pig," said Debbie again. "Pig," said Dean in a frightened whisper as he tried to push John back along the bench. The van drove down the long gravel road that snaked through the lush hotel grounds. From his position by the window, Dean saw the hotel complex recede into the distance. Now the van turned a corner and passed through a copse of poplar trees and headed out into the countryside. In the distance was a high wall that surrounded an old fashioned building dating back to the early 19th century. Cast iron gates offered the only visible entrance from this side of the road. Large letters in the gate spelled out the Academy motto in Latin: perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim (Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you). Grey sky and dark rain clouds lingered above the school as the van approached the heavy gates. On either side, the high stone wall stood fifteen feet tall, and was topped with coils of razor wire. Wooden signs were fixed to the outside of the wall with the words 'WARNING: savage guard dogs patrol the grounds.' Dean Prentice was getting a very bad feeling as the van drove through the remote control gates. "Have you ever been to this academy before?" he asked Debbie. "No. Though I've heard it's very strict. I shouldn't be here anyway. I'm certainly not the worst performing girl in the hotel. I can think of dozens of girls who should be here instead of me. Especially maids..." She gave Dean a meaningful stare. "I'm sure it will all be sorted out when we arrive," said Dean as he tried his best to make friends with Debbie. "Of course it will." The van came to a sudden stop to one side of the main school building. Heavy boots crunched along the loose gravel path, and then the rear doors were flung open. Two men dressed in black trousers, black roll neck sweaters and para boots motioned for the passengers to get out. "Out you get, girls." Dean noticed as he left the van that the men carried electric stun guns clipped to their belts. It was raining lightly by now, so all three new pupils hurried to the shelter of the side doorway. Dean struggled on the loose gravel in his heels and tried to hold his skirt down in the high wind. He suddenly squealed and jumped as John's right hand pinched his skirted bottom. Laughing, the ex-lift attendant watched the maid rub her ass in fury. "Leave the maid alone," said Debbie again. "Why? Jealous that she's getting all the attention?" "No. Of course not." Debbie shook her head and sniffed. They were all getting wet, standing there while one of the men produced a large key for the school door. "Why should I be?" "Because she's hotter than you," added John as he slapped the maid's bottom for good measure. Dean almost stumbled in his heels as he tried to avoid the slap to no avail. "Is not!" said Debbie, obviously annoyed by the comparison. "Oh but she is. One hot little minx." Dean looked up astonished. Am I that hot, he thought to himself? Do men really lust after me? He thought back to his incredibly feminine appearance on the occasions when he had caught sight of his skirted and corseted figure in a mirror. Oh God, men would find the way he looked sexy... (Two) "The thing is, I know there has been an awful mistake in my case. I'm an excellent receptionist. I really don't think I should be here. Someone at the hotel obviously got the reports mixed up, and there should be a different girl here in my place." Debbie examined her beautiful finger nails as she spoke. "If you could just ask Miss Tyson to double check the statistics, I'm sure you'll find she made a mistake." They were all gathered together in the school gymnasium, under the watchful eye of the resident school nurse. They felt cold and wet and the gloomy old fashioned d?cor did little to lift their spirits. The only windows in the high ceilinged room were fifteen feet above the ground. They had to be opened by a special winch from which ran a tight cable. Black and white framed photos of past sporting achievements were displayed on a far wall, beside some pupil rankings for hockey matches. "Well," said Nurse Holloway, "if a mistake has been made..." she gave the impression of being very concerned. "I had no idea you shouldn't be here, Debbie. And to think, I was just about to process you through the basic medical examinations and get you changed into your school uniform. It's a good thing you pointed out that a mistake has been made. Heavens." The nurse wore a clean white uniform with a little cap on her head. An old fashioned fob watch was clipped to a pocket, and she wore regulation hospital tights. "Well, I suppose you couldn't possibly know." Debbie gave Dean and John a look of smug superiority, as if to say, I told you it would all be sorted out. "Let me assure you, Debbie, I will not rest nor will I leave any stone unturned until this terrible mistake is sorted out and you receive a full and complete apology from Miss Tyson for her obvious negligence. That you have been inconvenienced in this way is simply unforgivable." Debbie smiled and nodded. "But for the time being, perhaps you would be as good as to strip and place all your clothes in a small bundle by your feet," added Nurse Holloway politely. "And the same for you two as well." She nodded at Dean and John. "But this is a mistake! I'm not supposed to be here. You agreed..." "Obviously. And Miss Tyson will look so very silly when we reprimand her for her mistake. But right now, I need you to strip completely along with John and Ariana." "This is an outrage!" "I agree completely. But procedures must be followed. The world could plunge into heartless anarchy otherwise. If you like, and you think it might help, I could always spank you with a riding crop by way of encouragement?" Nurse Holloway held up a wicked looking crop whip. She swished it through the air twice. "That... that won't be necessary..." said Debbie with a sense of growing unease. "Are you sure? It really wouldn't be any trouble at all?" "Quite sure." Debbie reluctantly returned to stand between Dean and John. "Excellent! Well then, let's not slow the processing down any further. Clothes off now! Quick, quick!" Nurse Holloway clapped her hands in the freezing cold gymnasium hall. Dean was by now petrified. Did she want him to take his bra off as well as his uniform? It seemed so. But if he did that it would suddenly be obvious that he had breast forms stuck to his chest instead of real breasts. As the Nurse paced up and down the line, Dean struggled out of his tight uniform, untying the apron and removing his frilly white cap. The black dress came off, and after that the petticoats, but he found himself unable to remove the corset without help. Tutting, Nurse Holloway addressed herself to the copious laces and fastenings and eventually loosened the corset enough for Dean to slide it from his body. For the first time in days he was able to breathe properly, and to be honest it felt strange to be able to take great lungfuls of air instead of short gasping breaths. Glancing to his side, he saw John stripped down to his cotton boxer shorts. A reluctant Debbie was wearing nothing but a white bra and panties. Dean slipped the high heels from his feet and rolled the nylon stockings down his legs. Now he too wore only his underwear. Like the other two inductees, Dean shivered in the freezing cold of the vast hall. There was a single small radiator at one end of the hall, but he suspected it wasn't working. Even if it was, there was no way it could heat such a large room on its own. "No need to be modest, girls. Time to slip out of your panties and bras." John grinned as he pulled the boxers down to reveal an impressive looking penis. Obviously he had no problem in advertising his ample length and girth to a couple of hot girls. Debbie however was not quite so bold. She whimpered softly and had to be encouraged by a swish of the riding crop to unclip her bra. It lay discarded on the pile of office clothes as the Nurse tapped her thigh with the tip of the crop. "Nearly done. Just one last bit of silk to go." A sob sounded from Debbie as she pulled her panties down to stand there now absolutely naked. She placed one of her hands quickly over her neatly trimmed pubic hair and placed the other over her breasts. "Maids too!" The tip of the crop swished close to Dean's thigh. Now was the awful moment of truth. He slipped the panties down first, revealing a tightly secured chastity belt that drew curious glances from both John and Debbie, and yet strangely enough no comment from the Nurse. The belt was ambiguous at worst, but the loss of the bra would be the point of no return. "Please..." begged Dean. But a swift crack of the crop against one of his thighs made him squeal loudly. Fearing a second repeat blow, he unclipped his bra and dropped it to the floor. Suddenly every eye in the room regarded him carefully. "You're..." the penny suddenly clicked in Debbie's head. "Oh my God," said John in alarm. "You haven't got breasts... you're a man!" He flinched, remembering all the occasions when he had groped Dean's body. Dean stood there blushing bright red. His secret was out. "Well, well," said the Nurse after a while. "Isn't this an unexpected development." She took a couple of steps forward and examined the breast forms. "Still, we should be able to cope with two transitions rather than one." "I can explain..." whimpered Dean, despite the fact he barely knew where to begin. "No need." The nurse smiled as she produced a broad tipped black marker pen. "You won't need much work." She carefully drew some lines to the side of Dean's breast forms. Then, turning to face John, she began to mark his chest area where a girl's breasts would be. "What are you doing?" The young life attendant looked very confused. "These lines are where the surgeon will make the incisions." She stroked the line running parallel with John's right nipple. "Surgeon?" "Yes. For the breast implants." Now she turned John around and drew a couple of lines across his buttocks. "Not forgetting some silicone implants here to give you a nice girly bottom. You'll have such a pert little ass tomorrow." "What?!" Both John and Dean spoke at once. Swish, swish, the black marker pen struck again, neatly marking incision lines in Dean's bottom too. "This is an Academy for girls," explained the nurse. "You need to fit in. I thought that would be obvious. All our students dress the same. If you're going to fill out your uniforms properly and not stand out in class, then you're going to need breasts and a nice fleshy ass each." Debbie couldn't help herself. As she realised what John had signed up for in his ignorance she burst out laughing. "You can't give me breasts!" screamed John. "I think you'll find we can. We'll have this locked away too." She flicked her fingers at his cock. "All our students are belted as it happens." She glanced at Debbie who suddenly stopped laughing. "We have a 'no sex while at school' policy here at the Silk and Lace Academy for Girls that is rigorously enforced. Since there are a few men on site, we find the best solution is to lock all our students up in belts." "No..." now Debbie didn't find this funny any more. "No please, no..." "If you think I'm going to let you operate on me..." John took two steps back and glanced down at the broad black lines on his chest. "What a fuss over nothing," said Nurse Holloway as she closed the gap like a predatory panther. "It's only for the duration of your studies. Silicone implants can be taken out as easily as they're put in. But of course, if you don't want to study here... after all, it is supposed to be an Academy for girls. I seem to recall it was you who insisted we couldn't discriminate..." "But..." John did not look happy. "But what? I think it would be discrimination of the worst kind to have one of our pupils treated differently from the rest. But if you'd rather have your visa cancelled and return home to Greece... Of course once you've had a visa cancelled, there's really never any coming back to the US. Immigration are funny like that." "I don't want to go back to Greece," whimpered John. "Splendid! All settled then. The doctor will see you early this afternoon." "Okay, this stops now. Right now!" Dean had made up his mind. For once he wasn't being distracted by anything. His mind was clear and he was in control. For God's sake he was Dean Prentice - the thrusting and powerful Alpha Male that all lesser Alpha Males looked up to, hoping to emulate. He was not going to let a gaggle of girls get the better of him. To his left he heard Debbie snigger and say, "Oh, this is going to be good." He shot her a disapproving glare. She wouldn't be laughing in ten minutes time when he walked out of here in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt while she'd still be facing six months at school in a chastity belt. "You..." he pointed at the nurse. "Nurse Holloway, right?" She nodded in reply to his question. "Well, listen here, Nurse. Maybe John's going to put up with silicone implants to give him breasts and a big ass, but I'm not. And do you want to know why?" "I am curious," said Nurse Holloway with a smile. "I suspect it's because you've just outwitted us all, because you're so much cleverer than me. But do go on and fill in the details." "Right. Well John's scared of being deported, but you see that won't work on me because I don't really come from Albania. This is all a stupid misunderstanding. You obviously had a girl called Ariana coming over to work here from Albania, but you know what, she used you. That's right. She took your visa and tickets and came to America and then disappeared. She never turned up for work. She's just one of thousands of people working in the US illegally now. You'll never see her. So then, I end up in her room, because I needed a room, and that stupid, stupid woman, Miss Tyson, assumed I was Ariana. But you see, I'm not. I live in the US legally. I don't need a visa. So you don't have anything to threaten me with. You can't deport me to Albania because I'm not an Albanian girl called Ariana." "I can see you really have us at a disadvantage," said Nurse Holloway with a smile. "I must say we've bitten off more than we can chew with you, Ariana. I'm really quite scared now." Nurse Holloway didn't really look very scared. "I don't need to work here. In fact, I don't want to work here, so there's no way I'm sitting through six months of school. You really can't make me." "Make you?" Nurse Holloway looked surprised. "Make you? We don't make anyone do anything they don't want to. What do you think this place is, Ariana? Some sinister and powerful global corporation that secretly ensnares and feminises unsuspecting men and turns them into pouting maids, office girls and trophy wives?" Nurse Holloway briefly thought back to the two firms she had worked for in that vein. Such rewarding work, offering such incredible job satisfaction. Such wonderful employers: first Miss Ford and then Miss Daniels. Both inspired, innovative and forward thinking women who had built such wonderful companies. Happy days. "What? No..." Dean looked confused. What on earth was she talking about. "Places like that don't exist." Nurse Holloway nodded quickly. "Of course not. But do go on. This is all very fascinating." She swished her riding crop in the air, for want of something to do. "So, that's it really. I only put up with this... this humiliation for so long because I didn't want you to know I was a man dressed up as a maid. It's very embarrassing to be found out." "I can imagine," agreed Nurse Holloway. "But you see, now that you know that, what have I got to lose? I can simply put my foot down and tell you this is all over. You know what I'm going to do now? I'm going to put on a pair of jeans and a t- shirt and walk out of here. And maybe, just maybe, if you're really lucky, I may not sue this madhouse. But that depends on how well you co-operate, starting right now." Dean sniffed. There - that told them. Now they knew who was in charge. "Finished?" asked Nurse Holloway. "Um, yes." "You're sure?" "Yes." "You don't want to perhaps stamp your foot a couple of times and pout petulantly?" "No..." "Good. Well, Ariana, the way I see things is like this. You're registered here as Ariana Demisovski from Albania. Now that may not be your real name, but there's only one way to find out. I'll start deportation proceedings and we'll soon have everything straightened out in double quick time. If you are Ariana, well then, you can go back home to Albania and start a new life working in the hotels there. Or, I suppose when the immigration police come to take you away, you can tell them who you really are. Of course you'll be in custody for a while, sitting in a holding cell in your pretty maid uniform, because they'll need to check your story out. But I'm sure once you tell them your real name and address, they can check with your friends and next of kin whether the sexy looking maid is in fact resident here in the US. What is your real name by the way?" "De... uh, I mean..." Dean froze. He couldn't tell anyone what his real name was. If that got out his life would be ruined. "De?" Nurse Holloway looked confused. "Denise? DeeDee? Delilah? Deanna?" "Um... I mean..." "Of course the press are bound to get involved." Nurse Holloway sighed dramatically. "Well, after all, it's a really slow news season at the moment, so your story is bound to be picked up and syndicated around the whole country. Still, it's a good job you're not rich or famous, isn't it? Just imagine if you happened to be rich or famous and the newspapers found out you had been at a hotel pretending to be a maid for the last week?" Nurse Holloway winced at the thought of it. "Oh, but that would be terrible... awful..." She smiled as she watched Dean's expression change. "Please..." he whimpered. "I must say, you've really outwitted us. I'm in awe. Really I am." "Please..." "I think you mean, 'please Miss', don't you?" "Please Miss... don't let the newspapers get involved..." "Well, it would be out of my hands. Once you're with immigration - once you tell them the truth... well, there's always someone there prepared to tip off a newspaper in return for a few thousand dollars. Oh!" Nurse Holloway stepped forward and checked Dean's face carefully. "Are you crying now?" "Sissy..." hissed Debbie. "So," Nurse Holloway dabbed Dean's eyes with a silk, lacy handkerchief. She tutted as she saw the state of his mascara now. "Are we finished with all your nonsense?" Dean nodded, feeling helpless. "Ready to begin your school term?" He nodded again. "No more silly tantrums about your silicone implants?" Dean shook his head. "Good. Now, what would you like your name to be at school? You don't seem to want to be called Ariana, after all, and you don't want to tell us your real name." "Deanna..." he whispered the name with horror. "Deanna. What a lovely name. I just know you're going to fit in, in your white socks and short plaid skirt. Welcome to the Silk and Lace Academy for Girls!" (Three) It was two hours after the operation and Deanna had reached a new low in her life. The surgeon had seen her that same afternoon, having been sent for originally to deal with John, the lift attendant. Performing two operations in the same day, he had inserted silicone implants in Deanna' chest and bottom. She stood there now in a small room used for detention after class, gazing at her reflection in a wall length mirror. Deanna had noticed that the school had a lot of wall length mirrors about the place, making it impossible not to continually catch sight of yourself. She moaned softly at what she saw: C cup breasts and a pert bottom that balanced her new rack. Even without the horrible corset on, the effect of large breasts and a plump rounded bottom gave her a feminine hour glass figure. But with the corset, which of course the Nurse had laced back on her, the effect was even more exaggerated. The operation had been conducted under anaesthetic, and had been relatively quick, requiring simple incisions - a routine job for an experienced surgeon. But Deanna was horrified to see that the surgeon hadn't stopped there. With tears rolling down her cheeks, Deanna touched her lips with the tips of her fingers. There was a defined and noticeable pout there where some collagen had obviously been injected to make her lips more kissable. With the heavy make up, it made her look even more bimboish than she did before. No one had said anything about collagen injections! Deanna stamped her foot and started to cry again. As she did, her body shaking with the tears, her new breasts jiggled above the corset. They felt very tender as Deanna touched them, her fingers exploring the areolae and nipples, seeing the surprised look on the face of the pouting bimbo in the reflection. It was freezing cold in the detention room as Deanna reached to pick up her new clothes. the uniform didn't amount to much. A tight white short sleeved blouse with only two buttons low down on the garment; a short red plaid skirt that flared out in pleats, a pair of short white socks, and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes with three inch heels and shiny buckles. In addition there was of course a pair of white silk panties with name of the day printed on the front and a matching bra that fastened at the back. "Hair is of course to be worn in pigtails while you're a junior," said Nurse Holloway as she handed Deanna a pretty pink hair band. "I look like a girl," sobbed Deanna, as she continued to fondle her breasts. "Well, that is the point. We want you to fit in and not feel awkward in the showers. Think how much fun that will be, scampering into the communal showers with all the other girls after hockey practice, squealing and jumping as you all take turns to soap one another down. It's a good job you're all securely locked in belts. Who knows what might happen otherwise." "My breasts feel really tender. Especially the nipples," Deanna stroked her nipples and felt a warm stirring inside her belt. "Yes, there's a small implant under each areola. Stimulation of the nipples by touch or by soft fabrics will be more sensitive than normal. Best not to play with your breasts if you think that's going to be a problem. Now, less of the gossip, and on with the uniform." Deanna clipped the bra around her C cup breasts and moaned softly as the soft material pressed against her nipples. She pulled the panties on over her locked belt and likewise pulled each white sock up her legs. Then it was a case of pulling the white blouse tightly as she fumbled with the tiny buttons. The blouse felt at least two sizes two small as the material protested at being buttoned up at all. At any moment the buttons threatened to pop open if Deanna moved too quickly. Finally, she drew the short plaid skirt with its flared pleats in place. It swished around her upper thighs as she stooped to fasten the shiny Mary Jane shoes, exposing her panties in the process. "Good. Excellent." Nurse Holloway took a brush to Deanna's platinum blonde hair and then worked it into two childish pigtails with the hair bands. Stepping back for a moment, she adjusted the fit of the blouse and the drape of the skirt. "Marvellous. I think you're really going to fit in with the other girls." She popped a small stick of pink bubblegum into Deanna's mouth and closed it. "For being a good girl during the operation." (Four) By random chance Deanna had been placed into the same class as Debbie. The classes were small, capped at sixteen pupils each, and took place in rooms with old fashioned hinged desks with lids that could be opened up to store text books and pencils inside. The chairs were stiff backed and very uncomfortable to sit on for more than twenty minutes at a time. Since each class was an hour long before the bell rang, sitting down for that length of time necessitated much fidgeting which played havoc with Deanna's skirt. Furthermore the teachers were very strict on unnecessary fidgeting in class. A girl couldn't risk adjusting her position while a teacher was looking her way. "Nice breasts," whispered Debbie, who was seated at the desk to the right of Deanna. "C cups, right?" "Yes," whispered Deanna, miserably. Debbie was dressed in the same tightly buttoned uniform and her hair too was in pigtails that flopped about as she moved her head. From the way she walked, Deanna guessed Debbie had been locked into a chastity belt a short while ago. She didn't look very happy about it. Talking in class was of course against the rules, and there were so many rules. But for the moment the teacher was writing a series of sums on the blackboard with his back turned. "This is ridiculous," whispered Deanna. "Look at the sums - they don't make sense." And indeed they didn't. The arithmetic was all wrong. 1 + 1 = 3 1 + 2 = 5 1 + 3 = 11 1 + 4 = 2 1 + 5 = 1 1 + 6 = 4 1 + 7 = 7 1 + 8 = 23 1 + 9 = 6 1 + 10 = 27 And so on. Deanna stared at the gibberish in despair. "You weren't around for yesterday's class," whispered Debbie. She of course hadn't needed breast surgery and so had begun school ahead of Deanna. "They're serious about this. You'd better start memorising the sums, otherwise..." She fidgeted and rubbed her bottom. "Deanna!" The teacher, Mr Kane, suddenly turned round and pointed a stick of chalk at the girl. "Eight plus one. Quick now." "Um... um..." Deanna knew the answer wouldn't be nine. She scanned the list of numbers on the board, but none of them began with eight. How was she supposed to know this? "Please Sir..." Deanna nibbled her lower lip nervously. It was a plump, pouty lip full of collagen. "Twenty three, you stupid girl! Twenty three! Six plus one, quick now!" "Um..." Again Deanna scanned the board and suddenly she got it. She just had to look at the second row of the sums. "Not quick enough!" barked an angry Mr Kane. "Kissy - you know, don't you?" Deanna glanced round and saw that a slim, Spanish looking girl with light brown pig tails had her hand up already. "Yes Sir. I do. Six plus one is four." "Good girl." The teacher approached Kissy and popped a hard boiled sweet into her mouth by way of a reward. "Well done. Yes, six plus one is four. Everyone together now." As one the class recited "six plus one is four." Frightened and confused, Deanna followed suit alongside Debbie. Mr Kane scowled at Deanna for a moment before he turned back to the board and began to chalk some subtraction sums for the class to learn. "I can't learn this!" whispered Deanna. "Who's the girl who answered?" "You had better. Things can get very nasty if you don't. And that's Kissy - class prefect, so don't get on her wrong side." Debbie subconsciously licked her cherry red lips. All the girls routinely did. It was something they couldn't help doing. The lipstick contained some flavouring ingredient, amongst other special ingredients, that stimulated the saliva glands, causing a reflex action every thirty to sixty seconds of licking your lips and swallowing. Try as you might, it would just happen. And of course the more you licked your lips, the quicker the lipstick needed replenishing, creating a vicious circle of mirrored compacts clicking open and lipstick tubes fluttering over pursed mouths. Furthermore, excessively licking your lips was frowned upon under school rules for being slutty and not befitting young ladies. Being caught doing it to often by a teacher could result in a caning or detention. Debbie had warned Deanna about detention after class. "Don't, whatever you do, get detention." She looked scared as she whispered it. "Why?" "Detention involves..." Debbie blushed a bright red. "Look, just don't get detention, all right?" "Now, what's eight minus three. Anyone?" The sum wasn't on the board as far as Deanna could see, but before the teacher could finish saying 'anyone', Kissy's hand shot up in the air. "Kissy again..." Mr Kane smiled. "Well done, girl. but let's see if anyone else has worked it out." He glanced around the room and his eyes fell on Debbie. "Debbie - you haven't said much today. Still quiet after your detention yesterday?" Deanna saw Debbie blush and lower her head. She notice her hand that was holding the pen tremble. "Come on Debbie. A simple subtraction. Eight minus three. It's not that difficult." He tapped the blackboard in between two sums that read '5 - 7 = 10' and '9 - 6 = 12'." "Please Sir, I know the answer," said pretty Kissy again, her hand still in the air. Mr Kane ignored her for the moment. "Debbie!" he barked out loud. "Eleven, Sir?" Debbie closed her eyes, fearing the worst. "No! You stupid girl! No!" He threw the piece of chalk and hit Debbie square on the nose. "Kissy?" "Eight minus three is eight Sir," said the short Spanish girl. "Correct! Well done, Kissy! Come on class. All together now." Sixteen voices chanted out "Eight minus three is eight." As they did so, the bell suddenly rang announcing the end of the class. "Good. Now there's going to be a test on this tomorrow. Anyone scoring less than 70% will be caned in front of the class. You have your text books, so I suggest you learn your sums tonight before lights go out. Off you go. Remember, you have typing in room 3B after lunch." "Yuk..." Deanna pushed aside her bowl of lukewarm and congealing semolina with a dollop of cheap jam in the middle. Spoons clattered against china bowls as a hundred girls in identical uniforms ate their puddings under the watchful eyes of the teachers seated on a stage overlooking the rest of the canteen hall. "I'm really not going to eat this. It tastes like slime." "You really are so going to eat this if you don't want to be caned in front of the entire dining hall." Debbie pointed to a sign on the wall that read 'Girls will eat all food given to them - no exceptions unless due to a medial note from the nurse'. Deanna stared down again at the slop that passed for dessert. The main meal had been a plate containing stewed cabbage, lumpen mash potato that tasted like it had wood shavings in it, and a tasteless pork chop that had been a pale grey colour, covered in a watery brown gravy speckled with air bubbles of grease. "Is there a problem, girls? Nurse Holloway paused in her marching up and down between the length and breadth of the dinning room trestle tables to observe the barely eaten sweet. "No Miss," said Debbie quickly, as she nudged Deana's knee with her own beneath the table. "Any complaints about the food?" The Nurse addressed Deanna directly. "No Miss..." Deanna lowered her eyes obediently and quickly commenced spooning the slop back into her mouth. (Five) The school girls hurried into their familiar pairs in the shower room with bars of scented soap in hand. For the most part they were well used to washing one another after an hour long skipping class, which left Deanna standing there looking confused. Already half the senior girls had paired up, leaving the remaining pupils a little more hesitant. Now two blondes from Scandinavia made shy eye contact and, as if by intuitive signals, approached one another with nervous smiles. A brunette from Ireland nibbled her lower lip and smiled hesitantly at a beautiful black girl from Abyssinia. The black girl eyed the white girl curiously and, after a moment's thought, nodded and motioned her over with a wiggle of her index finger. Relieved, the brunette began to lather the black girl's back as she stood there. To the casual observer it was easy to see who was going to be the dominant girl out of the two. A soft voice behind Deanna made him turn round. It was Debbie. Like all the other girls she was naked except for the tight waterproof belt locked around her sex. "I... that is... if you want..." She was holding a bar of softly scented soap in her hand. "I mean, we're both new here and..." Her eyes dipped quickly from Deanna's ripe breasts to her locked belt and then back again to the breasts. Debbie was the only school girl who knew the truth about what was locked away underneath that belt. "But if you'd rather someone else..." "Debbie..." Deanna's heart lifted for the first time in ages. He nodded quickly, "Please, yes..." Debbie laughed out of relief and began to wet the soap and gently scrub her shower partner. Luke warm water trickled down Deanna's body from the shower heads as Debbie moved in close, her own body slippery now, their two chastity belts briefly touching and rubbing as the other girls crowded them together to make room under the eight closely packed shower points. Bottoms rubbed against bottoms and breasts brushed other breasts as the girls squealed and turned round in the small confined space. Deanna was in heaven, surrounded by so much bouncing female flesh, but his attention in particular was drawn to Debbie. Her hands began to lather first Deanna's breasts, bringing forth exquisite gasps and sighs as the soap and water teased her sensitive areolae and nipples, and then the hands dipped low to massage Deanna's inner thighs. Deanna moved a few centimetres and found her girlish bottom rubbing that of Kissy's. Oh, but this was exquisite. And then she was breast to breast with Debbie, and neither of them could move aside as the other girls, still jostling for space under the shower heads, pushed them together. Debbie's mouth opened - her tongue licked her cherry red lips - and before Deanna knew what was happening, Debbie kissed her. They lingered over the kiss, arms around each other's waists, oblivious to the cries of surprise and good natured jeering from the other girls who paused momentarily to watch this forbidden display. Hands nipped her rounded bottom playfully to try and break up the kiss, but Deanna ignored the pinches and jabs. She surrendered herself to Debbie's wonderful kiss and, for the first time in over a week, felt at peace. "I thought you didn't like me..." whispered Deanna in between kisses. "Didn't at first," whispered Debbie back. "You were a maid! Can't be friends with a maid... we don't like maids..." she stroked the skin around Deanna's belt line with her fingers. "But when I discovered you weren't a real girl... that you had a penis down there... well..." another soft kiss. "Truth?" she looked a little embarrassed. "The idea of a feminised man turns me on. I think it's when you got these lovely breasts..." she planted her mouth on one nipple and sucked softly, sending powerful tremors through Deanna's sensitive skin. The shower water trickled down their bodies. Their wet hair streamed down around their faces as they kissed again. "You don't mind?" Debbie gazed up into Deanna's eyes. "I mean, there are a lot of girls in this school to choose from." "Mind? Debbie, I'm happier than I've been in..." "Stop it!" A hand slapped Deanna's bottom sharply. "Dirty! Filthy! Stop it!" This was no playful slap but rather a hard spank that sounded like a crack in the cold shower room. Deanna yelped and clutched her bottom. Debbie broke away and stared at the sight of Kissy glaring at the pair of them. "I'll tell teacher!" she said. "Then you'll both be in trouble." Debbie instinctively separated from Deanna, fearful of the consequences of a teacher being told. For although the girls were encouraged to be frisky, anything more than that was considered taboo to all but senior girls. "Disgusting!" said Kissy as she stepped between Deanna and Debbie now, forcibly separating them. "You'll each have 800 lines to do tonight. 'I must behave myself at shower time.' Neat handwriting, or you'll do double the lines again." She stood there, three inches shorter than Deanna, her balled hands at her hips. Deanna glanced at the lovely Debbie, but Debbie looked away, not daring to catch her eye. She moved quickly away and joined Kissy's shower partner, picking up a bar of soap and starting to lather her instead. "Bad girl!" said Prefect Kissy again, to Deanna. "You only get one warning. Now - soap." She handed Deanna a bar and turned her back so that it could be washed and scrubbed clean. "I'm going to be watching you in future." (Six) Days passed. Deanna was roused just before midnight by a pair of hands shaking her gently awake. "Wha... who?" She blinked sleep encrusted eyes and tried to focus in the darkness of the dormitory. "Sshh." It was Debbie's voice, whispering quietly beside Deanna's bunk bed. "We mustn't wake the other girls." The other girls in the class were sound asleep, evidenced by quiet sighs and a few gentle snores as they dreamed their little secret dreams. "What's happening?" asked Deanna as she pushed herself up from her pillow. Debbie was dressed in her silky pink night slip, already wearing her marabou satin slippers with three inch heels. "You mentioned it's your birthday tomorrow. So I have a surprise for you. We're slipping out of the dorm tonight. Just for an hour. There's a place we can go. Don't make any noise. If we get caught by a prefect or a teacher we'll be in so much trouble." "Is it safe?" Deanna looked around the dorm, her eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the darkness. All fourteen of the other girls seemed to be sound asleep. But still... "I think so, but we have to be ever so quiet. Like little mice. Come on, take my hand." Debbie helped Deanna up and into her own heeled bedroom slippers. Together they sneaked quietly between the bunk beds, holding their breath until they reached the wooden door. "This is the difficult bit. The door has a simple latch on the other side, but I experimented with a hair pin yesterday when I was last to leave." Debbie knelt down and produced a long pin from her hair. There was just enough space to fit the pin between the door and the door jam. With an upward motion, Debbie easily lifted the latch with a quiet click. Then, brushing her hair back from her face, she pulled the door open. There was a squeak from the hinges that sounded awfully loud to Deanna, but apart from one girl turning in her sleep, no one seemed to notice. "Maybe we should go back to our beds..." suggested Deanna, already fearing the worst. "Don't be so scared. Girls do this sort of thing all the time." Debbie took Deanna's hand again and led her quietly down the hallway. Some moonlight filtered through the windows facing the school courtyard, enough to navigate by. "The lock on classroom 3B doesn't work. That's where we're going." "But why?" Deanna stumbled for a moment and lost one of her slippers. "Debbie... wait..." But Debbie didn't wait. The sound of shoes clipping against the wooden floor could be heard from round the corner. "It's a teacher! Quick..." She paused only to plant a sudden kiss on Deanna's surprised mouth before pulling her towards the door to room 3B. There was no time to be careful, they simply ran the ten yards, pushed the door open and sprang inside. Debbie closed the door just in time as the sound of shoe heels on wood rounded the corner. Now they sat together on the floor of the darkened classroom, leaning with their backs to the door, breathing heavily and trying not to giggle. "I thought we were going to be caught," whispered Debbie as the sound of footsteps faded down the corridor. She turned round and kissed Deanna again, this time following the kiss up with a fondle of Deanna's breasts through her silk night slip. "You drive me to distraction when you do that," sighed Deanna. "They made these breasts so sensitive..." "Good." Debbie giggled in the darkness. "I don't know why men who look like girls turn me on, but they do." She jumped onto Deanna's lap and playfully rubbed her belt against the one Deanna wore. "This is so frustrating," whispered Deanna. "I would so love to fuck you..." "Mmm I bet you would, sweetie. But these belts aren't going anywhere, are they?" Deanna groaned in frustration. "This is so unfair. You have no idea how much I want you. Why have we come here? We can't do anything?" "Well, it's your birthday in a few minutes silly, and there is something we can do." Debbie leaned forward and rubbed her nipples against Deanna's through their matching silk slips. "You're teasing me..." groaned Deanna as she felt her penis strain inside the belt. "You trust me, right?" Debbie nibbled Deanna's neck and licked softly at her earlobe with her tongue. "Yes. I guess so." "Good. Then up you get. I have a birthday surprise." Debbie helped Deanna to her feet. With one slipper missing, Deanna followed Debbie to the large wooden desk at the front of the class. "Lie down on your stomach and stretch out your arms." "Why?" "Just do it, silly!" Debbie gave Deanna's bottom a playful spank. "But be quiet. We'll be in so much trouble if anyone hears us." She watched through the gloom as Deanna approached the desk and leaned over it to lie down on her belly. Quickly, Debbie took the girl's right wrists and tied a long length of strong ribbon round it. She pulled the length of ribbon to the top of the table leg facing the black board and secured it there with a tight knot. "Debbie..." Deanna still had her left arm free and she instinctively pulled it back. "I don't like this. What are you doing?" "Sshh. No talking, sweetie. Someone might hear." Her hands reached between Deanna's legs and stroked and fondled until the girl's protest changed to soft gasps of pleasure. "This will be fun. It's your birthday in a few minutes. I want it to be special for you." Still harbouring reservations, Deanna offered her left arm and watched as Debbie tied a ribbon round the wrist and secured that wrist to the other table leg. Now she gently pushed Deanna's legs wide apart, lifted the girl's slip and pulled down her silk panties. "Do you want me, sweetie?" she whispered softly into Deanna's ear. "Yes... very, very much... I can't remember the last time I had sex... it's been so long. So very long." "Well, we can't do anything because of the belts, but I do have this." Debbie produced a plastic dildo that she placed on the table in front of Deanna's face. "None of the girls know who originally brought it in, but it's regularly passed around when birthdays come up." "No..." Deanna stated to struggle. "No, I'm not into that sort of thing." "Have you ever tried it?" whispered Debbie. "No... well, I had a butt plug in me when I was at the hotel." "Not the same thing. This is the closest you're going to get to sex for six months." Debbie continued to stroke Deanna through her silk slip and in between her legs. She could see the signs of arousal taking place - the way Deanna's taut legs were shaking and the way she gripped the ribbons that secured her hands against the table legs. "I can't promise you'll come, but this will feel good, especially because you're tightly secured. Bondage feels great. Trust me, sweetie." "Debbie, I know you mean well, but really..." Deanna licked her lips - the stuff they put into the cherry red lipstick made not doing so impossible - and swallowed hard as Debbie put the tip of the dildo to her own lips and kissed it. She continued to lick and suck it for a few moments, lubricating the tip with her own saliva. Then, while Deanna still wriggled and whispered horrified gasps of no, Debbie placed the tip against the girl's ass and began to push it in. "Hush," she cooed. "Yes, it'll hurt for a moment, but once it's in you're going to love it." Deanna started to cry. The thing was big and it did hurt. It hurt as it slid inch by inevitable inch inside her, pushing and pressing her ass muscles apart. "Think like a girl," whispered Debbie. "A girl who is about to experience sex for the very first time. You're so soft and pretty, and you've been flirting with me for so long now that this is your special moment. Yes you're nervous, and a little bit frightened, but you trust me and you know I wouldn't do anything bad to you." With a pop the dildo went all the way in and was held firmly in place. Now Debbie began to thrust gently with it, building up a steady rhythm as she stroked and caressed her chaste lover, tied and spread across the table surface. "Oh! Oh!" Little squeals of surprise left Deanna's mouth. Her body shook under the tension of the tight and resilient bondage, pulling and struggling against the bonds, the toes of her feet sliding backwards and forwards against the polished floor as Debbie continued to kick them apart as she thrust quicker now with the dildo. "Oh my God!" Deanna was trembling even harder now as something glorious began to glow deep inside her. "Oh my God!" "Yes," Debbie was kissing and licking Deanna's neck and ears. "That's your special spot. Did you know it was there? Your prostate. No one's ever touched you here before, have they?" "No..." whimpered Deanna, her body shaking helplessly in her bonds. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" "Yes, oh God, yes!" Deanna's hair had flopped over her face as she struggled on her belly, rocking her hips in time to the thrusts. She blew air from her nose and mouth to try and push the long strands of hair away, but failed. The platinum blonde locks tickled her nose and hung down in front of her eyes as she was incapable of brushing them away with her hands. "Do you feel like a girl now? With a big cock inside you?" "Yes, yes!" Deanna's face was flushed as she pressed down and wriggled with her breasts against the rough wooden surface of the desk. "This is what it's like to be a girl, to have someone fuck you. You're my little girl. My lovely beautiful, big breasted girl." Debbie kissed her again and stroked a hand back and forth around the girl's inner thighs. "Tell me you're a girl. I want to hear you say it." "No... I can't..." whimpered Deanna. "Then I'll stop. I'll stop doing this." "I'm a girl! I'm a girl! I'm a girl! Oh God I love you! I love you!" "Hush!" Debbie giggled as she thrust again. The dildo was easy to move now. "God you're so loud, Deanna. Someone will hear us!" She gave the upwardly exposed bottom a sharp spank with the flat of her hand. "Bad girl! Noisy girl!" The bottom squirmed, so she spanked it a second time. "You look so sexy like that." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'll try to be quiet." Deanna shook her head as the dildo tip brushed lightly against her prostate again, sending delightful shivers through her body. "This is so wonderful! I love you, Debbie, I love you!" "Hush!" Debbie felt between her own legs. How she longed to touch herself, but the tight belt made that impossible. "Really - you have to be quiet!" She paused and left the dildo inside Deanna as she stepped away. "We'll get caught. Look..." Thinking quickly, Debbie slipped out of her silk panties and balled them up in her tight fist. Then, with a quick motion that Deanna was in no position to stop with her wrists bound, Debbie thrust her damp panties (for she too by now was quite excited) into Deanna's mouth. Then, with a third ribbon, she secured the makeshift ball gag in place. Now instead of crying out, Deanna could only offer muffled gasps of pleasure. "Happy birthday, Deanna. I hope you'll always remember and treasure this one." It only took a few more thrusts to stimulate the prostate before Deanna's body stiffened and shook with a series of loud whimpers. A salty goo leaked out of the belt, dripping and oozing down the side of the table and on to the floor. But now Deanna wriggled furiously in her bonds, twisting, rubbing her breasts against the rough wood again, grinding her ass against Debbie's hand. It was obviously not enough. "I know, I know... it's not like actually coming, is it? But it's the best I can do. All the fun except the actual full blown orgasm." She watched Deanna sob into her gag and desperately, wildly, try to squeeze an earth shaking climax out of the point when her trapped penis leaked a long spurt of come. "It's called 'milking a man'. You ejaculate semen, but without the best bit of coming. It's as close as I can give you. Happy birthday, sweet Deanna." She kissed Deanna again and held her shaking, trembling body until it lay still, frustrated at not reaching the very peak. Five minutes later Deanna felt her wrists being freed. She lifted herself up from the table, feeling the soft, sticky semen drip down her thigh from inside the belt. She sat obediently on the edge of the wooden table as Debbie untied the ribbon around her mouth and removed the sopping wet panties. Heady thoughts raced through Deanna's brain from the confusing mixture and turmoil of raw emotions. "Ugh, I can't wear these now," Debbie laughed in a whisper. She held the dripping wet panties between thumb and forefinger. "Oh my, you do look a mess." And Deanna did. She looked like a hot slut who had just come close to a really strong orgasm. Her hair was a bedraggled mess and her make up was smudged. "Some girl's been fucked well." Deanna smiled and nodded as she ran her fingers through her wild tangle of hair. "But this belt..." she pulled at in sheer frustration. "It can be fun being a girl, right?" said Debbie. "Well..." "Answer the question. No lies - I can tell if you lie and I'll have you over my knee if you do. The truth... it can be fun being a girl, yes?" Deanna blushed and crossed her legs at the knee where she sat on the edge of the table. It was a very feminine gesture. "I guess so. Sometimes. Just now, I mean." She looked shy and embarrassed as she said it. But there was something in her voice that Debbie detected. "But you don't want to be a girl, do you?" "Debbie... you have to understand... this is going to end soon. It'll be over and I'll go back to my real life." Deanna's voice remained breathless from the sex. Her face was flushed with excitement, but already the heady moment was receding, and with it came the doubts, and the sense of humiliation and shame that he was sitting there with breasts and dressed in a silk night slip. "Your 'real' life." Debbie snorted. "This is your real life now. Here, with me. What's so bad about being with me that you talk about a 'real life'?" "No it isn't. I have another life out there. I'm somebody important and I'm going back to that life as soon as I can." "And these." Debbie touched Deanna's breasts through the silk slip. "I suppose you'll just have them removed? Go back to wearing trousers?" "Of course!" Deanna reached for the loose ribbons and began to tie her hair back into pig tails. "Debbie, if you like me now, you'll like me even better when I'm a proper man again. Honestly." "Oh, will I? You know me that well do you?" She turned round and paced towards the blackboard before turning to face Deanna again. "You know what I want in life do you? Wow! You must be such a mind reader." She sounded angry. "Be reasonable. I'm rich. Really, really rich. I can give you whatever you want when I'm out of here. I like you. I really like you. We can still see each other when I've got away." "Oh, I'm so happy to hear that!" she snapped. "That makes me feel so good!" Her voice dripped the same sarcasm it did that morning when she had spoken to Deanna in the van before arriving at the school. "Lucky me." "I don't know why you're suddenly acting like this, Debbie. You must know everything's going to return to normal. I'm not always going to look like this." "Really? Well, we'll just see about that, won't we." "You're being ridiculous now." Deanna got up from the desk, her hair now flopping in two matching pig tails. She paused to pull her panties up between her legs and frowned as she felt the leaking semen stain them. "I think we should get back to the dormitory before anyone misses us. If Kissy wakes up and we're not in our beds..." "Fine. Whatever you say, Princess." Debbie fast walked towards the classroom door in a self contained rage. "I lost one of my slippers out in the corridor," said Deanna as she followed the girl. "If you see it..." "Oh, just shut up!" Debbie yanked the door open without bothering to be particularly quiet. As she stepped outside, closely followed by Deanna, they both came face to face with the disapproving figures of Mr Kane and Nurse Holloway. They had, it seemed been waiting outside for several minutes. In his left hand Mr Kane held a marabou heeled slipper. "Good evening girls," said Nurse Holloway with a smile. "Have we been enjoying ourselves tonight, hmm?" She looked at the pair of soaking wet panties held in Debbie's right hand. "Oh. Well, yes, it looks like we have..." (Seven) The punishment was of course severe. Debbie was moved to another class on the other side of the school - the one that John, now Janey belonged to. From now on Deanna would only catch a brief sight of Debbie, perhaps while she played hockey or skipped outside on the sports field as Deanna walked past a window looking out. The scheduling of the classes made any closer contact virtually impossible. But that in itself was not the punishment. There was a caning, in front of the entire school. Thirty stokes across the buttocks for each of them from the headmaster. For a week it hurt Deanna to sit down. And then there was detention. "Two weeks detention," Nurse Holloway had said. But possibly only for one of the culprits. And then at last Deanna had discovered what detention entailed. Every evening after school, for two hours, detention involved making your mouth available to the teachers in the staff room. The hapless girl would be locked in a set of stocks with her face at crotch height, with a clear, hard plastic brace fitted in her mouth, forcing it permanently open, and covering the girl's teeth with soft foam. It would leave the mouth open just wide enough to allow the snug fit of an erect penis to slide in and out. Detention. Two weeks. "But perhaps only for one of you," explained the Nurse with a smile. "The thing is, you decide." Debbie wept first of course, as she had earned herself a single detention at the start of her schooling. She knew just how bad it would be. They were taken in to separate rooms and Nurse Holloway explained what was going to happen. "You will each have a piece of paper on and it with two options. You can either accept detention or reject it. If you both accept detention, you both receive ten days. If one accepts detention, and one doesn't, the person who accepted gets twenty days and the person who doesn't gets ten days. If neither of you accepts detention, 2 more days are added and we play again. When the total detention reaches 30 days, the game stops and you both receive 30 days. Now we begin." Deanna was given a piece of paper. In the other room he knew Debbie also had the same sheet of paper. Before they began they were allowed to see each other, supervised, for a couple of minutes, with the proviso that they mustn't talk. Talking would add days to the detention total. Nurse Holloway watched as they sat together, holding hands, silently looking into each other's eyes. They were allowed to kiss briefly, but they didn't. Not with Nurse Holloway watching, and anyway, their discovery had been on the cusp of an argument that had not been resolved. It was an uneasy meeting. And then they were taken away. Deanna stared long and hard at her piece of paper. Two boxes. Two choices. Could she really face ten days of sucking men's cocks? She had done it once - once in the hotel with Mr Grimm and it had been a traumatic experience. She wasn't sure she could possibly go through with it again. "Is something wrong?" asked Nurse Holloway softly as she watched Deanna study the sheet of paper. "Are you thirsty? I could get you some water?" Deanna nodded. "It's a difficult choice, isn't it? Do you think of yourself, or do you think of your schoolgirl friend, who after all may only be thinking of herself." The nurse handed Deanna some water. "This is horrible..." said Deanna as she fought back some tears. "It is, isn't it." Nurse Holloway patted Deanna's hand reassuringly. "But then that's why they call it 'punishment' after all." Deanna's hand hovered over the punishment box. She should do the right thing: take her share of what would be done to them. But... could she go through with it? And what if Debbie chose the other box. They had argued after all. Deanna sniffed and wiped her face with her hand. "You have five minutes, and then we add another two days to the punishment," said Nurse Holloway as she glanced at the clock. "I'm just going to see your girlfriend now. See how she's doing in there." She left the room to go and talk to Debbie. Five minutes. Deanna moved her hand over to the 'no punishment' box and hesitated there too. It was ten days sucking men's cocks! Or possibly even twenty. At least for Debbie it wouldn't be quite so bad. After all, she was a real girl - she at least liked men, Deanna didn't. But she'd be expecting Deanna to tick the first box and share the punishment. She moved her hand and the pen back to the first box. Oh God, but how could she cope with ten days in the stocks... at the mercy of all the men in the staff room. After all, how well did she really know Debbie? Would she be even likely to see her again? And what if Debbie simply ticked the 'no punishment' box, leaving Deanna to suffer it all. Now she moved her hand back to the 'no punishment' box. Three minutes later Nurse Holloway returned with a smile on her lips. "Well, well, that was interesting." Deanna looked up, trying to read the nurse's expression. "No dear - no clues. But oh, the things little Debbie said." She smiled. "Less than sixty seconds to decision time, unless you want the punishment total increased and have us start again. I can do that you know. It's really no trouble at all." Deanna sobbed and ticked one of the boxes. With tears rolling down her cheeks she sunk her head into her hands as the Nurse pulled the sheet away. The girls had to wait in their separate rooms for half an hour before they were visited one at a time by Nurse Holloway. Deanna had no way of knowing whether she was the first or second girl to receive a visit. But when the nurse walked in, she had a pleased expression on her face. "Well played,