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The Unbearable Lightness of Lace Dedicated to the genius that is Melissa Daniels Chapter 2 The Key! That beautiful, precious, sliver of metal that was the answer to all of Mark Peyton's prayers hung but a mere five feet away in Miles Bradshaw's hand. It was the key that would unlock Mark's belt and free him from the nightmare scenario of never being able to touch his own penis again. So near... so very near, and yet so far, because it was indeed in the hands of Miles Bradshaw. "Well? Cat got your tongue, honey?" Miles grinned and looked around the otherwise empty office. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Meetings..." said Mark in a low girlish voice. "He won't be back for a while... ages in fact!" Miles mustn't stay here. He mustn't wait for Mark's return. But oh, the key... it was so close... "You could," Mark swallowed and looked up with hope, "leave the key here and I'll tell him where you put it?" Miles laughed. "Yeah, right. This wouldn't be the key to your belt by chance would it? Hmm?" He crossed the room and stood in front of Mark, gazing down at him. Mark was five feet seven inches tall, and his heels added four inches to his height, but even so that still left Miles with a five inch height advantage. The difference in height had always been a source of discomfort for Mark, but now that he was in a short skirt it made him feel very vulnerable indeed. "Oh, I wouldn't know, Sir..." said Mark with an innocent expression as he took a couple of steps back. He didn't want Miles Bradshaw getting too close because he had seen the man in action before with M&R girls. "Thought as much. Someone's being a naughty schoolgirl, isn't she? Tsk tsk." Miles made up the couple of steps with a single one of his own and now his hand cupped Mark's delicate chin and raised it slightly. "Lucky old Peyton. You're quite a catch aren't you? Quite the frisky little package." His other hand lifted the hem of Mark's kilt skirt, eliciting a squeak of dismay from his lips. Mark took three more steps back and collided with the filing cabinet in a flutter of hair bunches and flailing hands before the confident and domineering Miles Bradshaw caught hold and steadied him. Before he knew it Miles was standing incredibly close, and now the man's hand dipped down between Mark's soft smooth thighs. Male hand or no male hand, it touched a sexually sensitive spot and to his dismay Mark knew the amber light on the belt had flicked back on. He felt the first pulse and twitched, knowing there would be more to come. "So, what's your name then?" Miles stroked his fingers further up to the point where the skin met the chastity belt. Squealing in surprise, Mark pressed his hands against Miles's chest as if to push him away, but the manager simply took hold of his wrists and pulled them gently back down. He brushed his lips close to Mark's but Mark turned his face away. "Please Sir... it's my first day!" "Oh-ho! A virgin schoolgirl. Nice." He peeled away the top of the blouse to see more of the pink lacy bra underneath. "Name?" "Lucy... Lucy Squeals..." Mark swallowed hard and gasped, feeling another pulse of the belt, responding again to his arousal from what the manager's skilled hands were doing to him. "And do you, Lucy? Squeal I mean?" Miles did something wonderful with his hand and Lucy did indeed squeal, stamping from one heeled foot to the other in distress - hands fluttering pathetically again, but this time not daring to try to push the manager away. Miles now caught Mark's mouth with his own and pressed a deep passionate kiss on the schoolgirl. A hand snaked round and cupped Mark's ass, pushing him forward such that his breasts now touched the man's chest. "Mmm, you taste good, Lucy." Oh God. Mark wriggled and moaned and suddenly the amber light began flashing, though Mark was oblivious to it. Miles's hands were all over him, pressing him back against the filling cabinet, hoisting up his skirt, touching vital spots on the underside of his thighs close to the chastity belt. A soft whimper escaped Mark's lips as Miles bent him backwards, pressing his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply, forcefully. And then suddenly Mark was free, as Miles took a couple of steps back. But the respite was only momentary as to his horror, Mark saw Miles unzip the front of his trousers. "Please Sir, it's my first day! My first day!" Mark pressed his back against the filing cabinet, feeling helpless before this towering brute of a man. "It's going to be fine, Lucy. All you have to do is take it in your hands, give it a nice kiss and the then the rest will follow. That doesn't sound difficult does it?" Mark's eyes widened as he saw the enormous size of Miles's penis close up. It was already rising in excitement and Mark trembled knowing only too well what Miles had in mind. "I can't! I can't!" Mark sobbed. "Of course you can. Everyone has to learn to begin with. Just kneel down, Lucy." Miles pushed Mark firmly to his knees and lifted his chin again. "Now let's see a nice pout with those pretty lips." The huge penis had swollen now and stood upright like a flagpole. "Just try a little kiss first. That's easy enough." Mark sobbed and put his lips to the head of the penis, kissing it as instructed. He felt it twitch suddenly and harden some more. It was a monster! "Mmm," said Miles in appreciation. "Now try licking it. That's good. Very good." He took hold of Mark's hair and moved him into position. "Oh yes, very good. Now open your mouth, Lucy. Yes you can. You know you can. Open wide. Like you're at the dentist." A sharp and painful tug of Mark's hair followed by way of motivation and then suddenly, "See... oh yes, now that's good, girl. See, if you open wide you can take it in." Miles laughed. "That's it... a bit more... just a little bit more. Now I think you know what to do next - oh yes, that's good, that's a nice rhythm, back and forth, just like that. You really are a hot little slut. Don't worry, I know you can't answer with your mouth full..." Mark had the distinctive taste of fresh salty cum in his mouth as he knelt on the office floor in his cutesy Lily Academy uniform, hair bunches bobbing as he licked and cleaned Miles Bradshaw's now spent penis with his tongue and lips. "That was a good first attempt, Lucy," said Miles as he sighed in contentment, gazing down at the cock-hungry schoolgirl. "I'm going to give to a C+ which may not sound like a good grade, but you have to take that in the context that you probably never had a man's penis between your lips before, have you? Mark shook his head in reply as he sucked up the last drops of cum from the end of Miles's penis. "So on that basis a C+ is a decent mark. Well the good news is you'll get lots of practice when you take the oral classes at the Academy. The teachers there have a proud record of getting even the most penis-shy new girl up to speed within a week. I have confidence that you'll be scraping a B before the week is out." Mark whimpered again as he finished up and, still on his knees, with his legs pressed tightly together, subtly rubbing his thighs against one another in a way that sparked the belt light into amber mode on and off and left him full of quivering frustrating sensations. There was no way he wanted to such cock! Not in the slightest! But he had been momentarily aroused when Miles had been all dominant, teasing him, and that had sparked the belt to magnify the arousal, tease him some more which made him some of his stronger inhibitions for a while. But it also meant he now felt deeply unfulfilled with a locked up penis that had expected some sort of relief and was now flooding his body with sulky petulant demands that he do something about it. Mark realised with growing horror how much the M&R girls were at the mercy of their belts. "You'd better fix your lipstick, Lucy," suggested Miles as he slid his cock back into his underpants and zipped his trousers up. "If anyone saw you now they'd mistake you for a cock-sucking slut," he laughed. "Oh, yes Sir, thank you Sir!" Mark hurried to his feet, and took quick small steps, heel in front of toes, arms straight and fingers loose and wiggly, over towards the secretarial desk where the various items of makeup were scattered across the work surface. How he hated Miles Bradshaw right now! This wasn't the end of it by any means. Once Mark was out of this belt and back to being a man again he would think up some suitable revenge for the indignities Miles Bradshaw had inflicted upon him. And not just him, but Louise Cums too. They would both pay for his ordeal to date. It was just a matter of time - just a matter of... um, getting out of this belt and finding some male clothes... His plan remained sound of course - once Miles left he would wait until it got dark, when the offices would be empty and then he'd prowl the corridors quietly looking for what he needed to at least change his appearance. "Once you've tidied up your face - hey, you've got a bit of cum on the tip of your nose by the way..." "Oh!" Mark did a little girly wiggle of alarm, scooped up a mirror compact and powder pad and immediately set about to removing the offending fluid. "As I was saying, once you've tidied up, I'll take you down to the Lily Academy and book you in." "Thank you, Sir, that's very... WHAT?" Mark dropped the compact in alarm. "No, wait, no, Mr Peyton is going to do that!" "Yeah? Well he's not here is he, Lucy?" Mark patted the silly airhead and handed her back her compact. "You need to be in before 5 PM - that's when they lock the school gates. I'm delivering Trixie Licks there anyway since Peyton seems to have disappeared leaving that a half finished job too, so I may as well take you down at the same time." "Oh no, please, Sir, no, I'm not ready to go to the Lily Academy yet! Please no..." "No ready?" Miles laughed. "Believe me, there isn't a sissy alive who's 'ready' for the Lily Academy. Boy are you in for a shock. No, I'm not having you hanging around the office pouting into mirrors and trying to adjust your blouse to show off more bra. You need to be registered at the school, otherwise they'll be sending prefects out looking for you." "Oh no, no, no, no!" "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes," said Miles as he mimicked Mark's panic stricken voice. ------------------------------- "Slut!" said Trixie Licks as she sat next to Mark on the Lily Academy school bus. Like Mark she now wore the official school hat as they were outside the school grounds, but unlike Mark she didn't wear a bright pink badge that read: 'I've sucked my first cock!' in big sparkly letters. "Please don't put that badge on me," Mark had begged as Miles Bradshaw had pinned it on to his blouse half an hour ago. "Don't be ridiculous, Lucy. You've earned that badge - wear it with pride - let the established girls at the Academy know that you're arriving there on day one with some degree of experience in oral." He patted Mark's bottom with a degree of affection. "And if anyone asks, you can tell them that it was my cock. They're bound to be impressed with you when they hear that." "Oh please..." "There's still time for a spanking if you carry on like that, Lucy?" "I'll wear the badge, Sir!" Now Mark and Trixie both sat on the old fashioned 1950s style bus that drove them slowly away from the office blocks towards the forbidding iron gates of the Lily Academy. Mark was astonished at the incredible transformation in Trixie since the morning. She now wore full teenage makeup as he did, and she was dressed in identical short-short tartan kilt skirt, white over the knee socks, and red high heeled shoes, pink lacy bra and tight white blouse, unbuttoned to show cleavage and indeed the bra. Trixie had identical hair to mark and he imagined that at a distance they would both be pretty indistinguishable from one another. She had been waiting for him by the M&R bus stop, looking as nervous and frightened as he did. "So what did it taste like, cock slut?" hissed Trixie as she absently stroked her bare thigh with her hand. "He made me!" whispered Mark as he blushed furiously, wishing he could take the badge off before anyone else at the school might see it. "Oh yes, 'he made me'" she repeated back in a sing-song voice. "Slut! Well no one's going to make ME suck a cock." Don't be so sure of that, thought Mark to himself. Trixie didn't know it of course, but Mark had seen how quickly Trixie had rushed to put on her panties, bra and stockings when threatened by the intimidating figure of Mistress Nikita and her coiled whip. "Just keep out of my way when we reach the Academy," sniffed Trixie in derision. "It's going to be a hard enough time adjusting without the other girls there thinking I'm friends with a cock-sucking slut like you!" She folded her arms and looked away with a sense of superiority. Yes, she had been forced to dress as a sexy schoolgirl, but she hadn't sucked a man's cock. That was an important difference as far as she was concerned. That made her less of a sissy than Mark. Despite the fact that the bus had seating capacity for up to 26 scatter brained girls (6 double seats down one side and 7 double seats down the other), and that there was no one else on the bus save the two girls, the driver had insisted that Lucy and Trixie should sit together. The seats themselves were just the right size they they could accommodate two girls but only if the girls squeezed in tightly with their bare thighs pressing together. With each bump on the uneven tarmac road the girls felt their legs jostling against one another with inevitable consequences. Looking at Trixie was like looking at himself in the mirror, and Mark felt distinctly uncomfortable with just how sexy Trixie looked now. He found himself feeling acutely embarrassed every time he furtively gazed at the girl, at her ample bosom, short skirt, sexy midriff, and perfectly applied makeup. Trixie too felt the same way and inevitably when they both stole furtive glances at one another their eyes would from time to time meet and so they would instinctively blush and hurriedly look away. For his part Mark tried to hold his skirt down where he sat, tugging the hem to ensure maximum coverage of his thighs. He could feel Trixie's eyes lingering on his upper legs and it made him feel very explicitly feminine and ever-so vulnerable. The road that the bus travelled along snaked through some pleasant green woodland on its way from the office complex to the Academy. "All the ground hereabouts belongs to M&R," explained the driver as he turned left at a T-junction. Miles Bradshaw had delivered the girls into his care a short while ago and the driver had hurried the girls on board with a cry of, "gotta get a move on if you're gonna be at the school before they go and lock them darned gates up. Next stop, and only stop, as far as you're concerned - The Lily Academy." They had each been given the official school bonnet with pink ribbons in it which girls were supposed to wear while they were outside of the school grounds. "There's a summer camp for you girls to the left of here, and further on a hiking trail that leads to a camping lodge on top of the hill. Well, I say hill, but it's pretty darned steep. Don't you get no funny ideas mind. When you do go out on day trips of weekend sleep overs your belts are always suitably programmed." Mark had no idea what that meant, but it couldn't bode well for escape attempts. He knew from his time as an office manager that no one, but no one had ever escaped from the archaic institution that was the Lily Academy. Melissa Daniels always ran a tight ship and no matter how clever you might think you were, she would always be one step ahead of you. "It's not so bad though, young ladies," said the driver. "You'll be well looked after and you won't need to worry your pretty little heads with any more complicated adult stuff now that you're enrolled at the Academy. You'll learn useful stuff for your new lives and who knows, maybe you'll graduate after a few years. Most don't though. If'n anything, they get dumber the longer they're there." Mark's heart sank because he knew this was no idle boast - he'd seen the test grades and it was true that the longer you stayed at the Lily Academy, the less you ended up knowing. The classes and environment there were actually conducive to dumbing girls down - turning them into giggling airheads and bimbos who would clap their hands in delight if they saw a new pair of shoes. He didn't know precisely how this happened, but the results spoke for themselves. "I'm scared," said Trixie as she nibbled her lower lip. "Me too," said Mark as he gazed out at the approaching school gates - all heavy black iron and over thirteen feet tall, like the wall surrounding some gothic mansion. ---------------------------------------- "Let me make one thing abundantly clear from the outset - I'm not here to pander to your silly schoolgirl fantasies, understand? I don't care how excited you are with the idea of being 'forced' to be a schoolgirl - as far as I am concerned this is a hard working school, not a playground for your airhead demands, and it will continue to be so," explained Head Mistress Elaine Veneer as she addressed the new girls in her oak-lined office. "It's always the same - you all arrive here, hardly believing your good luck that all your lifelong fantasies are being catered for at long last, and you turn up giggling and waving your hands about, preening yourselves, pouting and pirouetting in front of all the mirrors, adjusting your school skirts to make them shorter, and don't think I don't know you all deliberately make mistakes in class so that your lifelong fantasy of being spanked can come true!" The woman was mad, thought Mark as he stared at her aghast. Did she honestly think he wanted any of this? He was holding Trixie's hand as they stood there, not because he wanted to, but because Miss Veneer had told them that was the school rule when two girls were told to go up in front of a teacher. Trixie had reluctantly complied of course, but only after scrunching her cute little nose up at him in a gesture that seemed to say 'slut!' The Head Mistress's study was lined with old books and photographs of successful head prefect girls. There was a sign above her desk that read, 'Spare the rod and spoil the sissy' which didn't bode well. The school gates were now locked of course for the night, as were the front doors to this school building. Upon entering the building both Trixie and Mark had been the subject of quiet but intense scrutiny form dozens of other Lily Academy girls who had finished classes for the day and were now either heading to detention, homework study, sorority meetings or after class assignments and clubs. Mark saw them whispering to one another with sly looks in their eyes as he and Trixie passed by. Already by now word would have spread like wildfire that two new girls were starting classes tomorrow and the other girls would have been sizing them up in advance of the morning. Mark couldn't remember too much about the procedures of the Lily Academy as the place was outside of his jurisdiction, he being an office manager after all, but there was something about new girls having to stand up and introduce themselves to the class, followed inevitably by an introductory spanking. If there was any possible way of slipping out of the school tonight once it got dark, then he would have to try it. Because by this time tomorrow he would have a school tracking chip implanted in his neck by the school nurse, and his details would be logged onto the school mainframe, including fingerprints and retina eye patterns. School prefects would probably be instructed to keep an eye on him during the crucial first week when a new sissy inevitably tried his best to get away. His best chance, possibly his only chance, was to find some exit from the building tonight. "So, Trixie Licks and Lucy Squeals. Welcome to the Lily Academy. A prefect will be arriving shortly to escort you to the dormitory where you can meet the other girls, and be assigned your bed. Here at the Academy we believe in encouraging a bonding experience by having two girls to a bed, so you'll both be bunking together." Mark and Trixie exchanged irritated glances at one another. "Tomorrow you'll be introduced to your class and you'll have an appointment with our school nurse. You'll no doubt be excited to know that as well as implanting our tracking chip in your neck, the nurse will discuss with you the range of feminization options available now that you're part of the programme. Lucy for example, I understand those aren't real breasts? "No, Miss, but I like them as they are..." "Tch," Elaine Veneer clicked her tongue in derision. "I'm not having you being bullied and laughed at by the other girls because you're sub- standard in the chest area. Not when a simple operation can resolve that problem and improve the quality of your life here at the Academy. Don't tell me you haven't dreamed of having real jiggly breasts of your own that you can hold, touch and fondle? Hmm? Real breasts with real nipples, permanently sensitive thanks to our special nipple plumping formulations?" Oh God, Mark squirmed as he stood there - this mad woman was talking about giving him breast implants? He had to get out of here before they could schedule anything like that! "And Trixie, I can see already in my mind how utterly lovely you would look with larger lips, higher cheek bones and maybe the removal of a rib or two... or four..." She gazed at the average looking waist line of the girl as it looked currently. Beside Mark, Trixie now squealed in alarm - a sign that the Headmistress somehow mistook for delight. "I know, I know, it's the answer to all your prayers, isn't it? But don't get your hopes up too high too soon, Trixie. There is a waiting list for permanent lip-pout collagen treatment and rib removal. We may not be able to do it for... oh, at least... Trixie relaxed somewhat. Mark guessed she was thinking the same as him, if she could get out of here before the operations are scheduled in a few months time... "... the wait could be as long as 48 hours I'm afraid" Another squeal of horror from Trixie as she let go of Marks hand and placed both perfectly manicured hands before her mouth in shock. "Hands, Trixie!" Warned the Headmistress, now looking very stern indeed as she touched the hilt of the school cane. Trixie hurriedly took Mark's hand again and both girls moved close together, skirts fluttering, breasts jiggling in half curtseys. "Better," said Elaine. "Now, I have to say you two girls look the picture of sissy submissiveness standing so close together like that. That's just the sort of cuteness we adore here at the Lily Academy for girls." Mark and Trixie swapped annoyed looks at one another again, but neither dared say a word. "I see your belts are fitted with some of the latest software modifications - my goodness, those research designers know their stuff - and so I'm going to switch on the new 'BFF' setting for you both for tonight." BFF Setting? Mark had never heard of it. "Please Miss..." "It's really very simple. BFF stands for 'Best Friends Forever' and while the setting is on, the belts will encourage the two of you to be the cutest friends, giggling together and sharing all those wonderful school moments that make the first couple of months so memorable. Once the setting is on, the belts will encourage you to remain no more than three inches apart at all times. You'll quickly find that straying further from one another's company than that will induce sharp and painful 'zaps' into your sissy penises, and in no time at all you'll be taking quick short steps to snuggle up close again. But be careful! If you let your belts touch one another than the secondary setting is activated, and those little lights on the belt will go amber, and you know what that means, don't you?" Teasing arousal designed to turn a girl's reactive mind to jelly and leave her a quivering bimbo desperate for relief that will never come. Mark and Trixie stared at one another again as Elaine pressed the button on the hand held remote. Both girls felt a tell tale buzz from their belts as the software was switched on, followed by a sharp and painful electric zap that immediately made them move close and press their asses together to make it stop. "Oh yes, cuter than a basketful of kittens," said Elaine Veneer with a cruel smile. Now Mark and Trixie really were holding on to each other's hands, hardly daring to let go as they desperately tried to match each other's walking pace down the school corridor. "You have to walk slower than that!" hissed Mark through gritted teeth that he was forcing with his mouth to remain in permanent 'smile' posture for the benefit of anyone in authority who might be watching. The belt had just given him a nasty zap when his kilt-skirted hip had strayed five inches away from Trixie's and he still had tears welling in his eyes from the shock. They walked past a large glossy wall poster of a bimbo schoolgirl in the sort of breathless pose that suggested she was probably day-dreaming about new shoes, with the slogan: 'Is YOUR husband one of the secret 93.79%? M&R studies have conclusively proven that 93.79% of ALL men routinely fantasise about being forced into a skirt and heels. Take control of your husband today. Brought to you by lockedinlace.com.' "I'm trying! I'm trying!" she moaned, having also experienced an equally sharp zap. Her hip brushed against Mark's now as they both took tiny mincing steps in sequence, placing one foot carefully in front of the other, heel to toe, constantly glancing round to make sure they weren't straying too far by accident. "Oh, but this is intolerable!" "It is," agreed Mark as he gently squeezed Trixie's fingers for security. "I don't even like you!" "And I hate you! You think you're oh-so-special with your pink glittery badge! Little Miss cock-tease! I bet you're having the time of your life, mincing around in a short skirt, hoping some boys will spot you!" "I don't want to be here! This is all a mistake of epic proportions!" hissed Mark. He was having to speak quietly because the school prefect, Susie Squirms, was behind them now, occasionally swatting their bottoms with a Prefect crop, ushering them on towards the dormitory where the girls in class 1C slept. "You're not fooling anyone, you slut!" Trixie sneered at his 'I've sucked my first cock!' badge. "I bet you're one of those sissies who pleaded with his girlfriend to let him dress up in the evenings and eventually she tired of your constant demands and sent you here to have your fun." "No, no, that's not..." Mark paused for a moment and tried to remember the background to the fictional profile he had established for the made up Lucy Squeals. Had he written something like that down? He honestly couldn't remember - he had faked so many profiles over the last three and a half months, and many of them did indeed take that sort of tone: sissies who had either been tricked into panties and heels, or sissies who had naively believed that the M&R corporation was a dream come true, until it was too late for them to leave. "See!" said Trixie triumphantly. "Cat got your tongue!" "No, I mean, no... it's all very complicated. But you have to believe me, I don't want this! I don't want any of this." "Oh right. 'You came here by mistake'. Puh-lease... anyone can see you have 'slut' written all over you." "And what about you then?" whispered Mark as he took another couple of hip-wiggling steps under the watchful eye of the schoolgirl prefect. She gave his bottom a soft stroke of the crop to impress upon him that he was doing well so far. "I suppose you're oh so different from the rest of us?" "I am as it happens," said Trixie as she suddenly squealed and jumped, startled. Her bottom hadn't wiggled sufficiently and so the prefect had given her ass a quick swipe with the crop. Now she redoubled her efforts in wiggling as she walked. "This is an outrage!" she said as she wiped a tear with her free hand. "They can't treat me like this." "Perhaps you'd like to tell the prefect that?" suggested Mark with a wry smile. "Oh no, oh no!" Trixie paled at the thought of what might happen if she stopped and made any demand of the prefect. "No, um, that's not a good idea... no..." She put a couple of fingers to her mouth in horror at the suggestion. "No, it isn't," said Mark as he looked down to check the position of Trixie's ass and hips in relation to his own. God she looked sexy dressed like that. He swallowed hard, as he remembered what Elaine Veneer had said - that tonight the two of them would be sharing the same bed. It would be a small bed and the two of them would be pressed closely together in their silk nightwear, trying desperately not to let their actual belts touch. He could almost imagine the squirming that would go on and the accidental pulses when the belts did touch, and the zaps when they then shifted more than three inches apart. Oh God... "In my case this IS a mistake," said Trixie. "There has been a huge misunderstanding you see, because I only dressed up as a girl because my beautiful girlfriend wanted me to do so. I didn't actually enjoy it..." she lied, "but it seemed so important to Laura, and I loved her so much, it would have been cruel not to go along with her fantasies." Trixie thought back to that first night when they had been in bed together and Laura had suggested with a wicked little smile that he slip into one of her silk chemises 'for a bit of fun'. He remembered his heart beating wildly in excitement as he tried to appear cool and detached and matter of fact as Laura then teased him into a bra and panties that night too, stuffing the bra out with balled up stockings. The sex that night had been out of this world. And the next day she had taken him shopping to a lingerie store, picking out a set of French Knickers and camisole top, both in silk and edged in lace, for him to wear under his male clothes during the day. He had pretended to have never considered such a thing before, but in truth he had been giddy with excitement at the thought of Laura 'forcing him' to do so. "I'm not a secret sissy like you and the rest of these girls. This has all been a mistake, and once they let me write to Laura and explain everything, I'm going to be sent straight back home, just you wait and see." "Yeah, right." Mark rolled his eyes and silently mouthed the word, 'slut' right back to Trixie. "Now now girls, please listen up." Class 1C prefect, Susie Squirms clapped her hands loudly for attention as she stood in the doorway to the class 1C dormitory. Mark and Trixie stood next to her, their hips pressed close together, holding hands as they stared in amazement at the large room full of beds in which 15 or so Lily Academy girls lounged around in wispy silk camisoles and French Knickers. Some girls gossiped, other girls read glossy fashion magazines, a couple of others were painting one another's toe nails. A couple of girls were doing their homework, furrows of concentration on their foreheads as they wrestled with difficult sums like 7 x 9 = 54 and 18/ 3 = 5. One girl lay on her belly, feet in the air, crossed together at the ankles, as she listened on a pair of headphones to a new 'pop' boy band. Another girl was learning how to braid the hair of her Best Friend Forever, while three other girls looked slightly dishevelled as they giggled, squealed and bounced around the beds, throwing soft pillows at one another. Mark and Trixie had to remind themselves that these M&R girls were all feminised men, not that you could tell from looking at them. It was like a pyjama party harem - a dream come true, full of perky breasts, long shapely legs in high heel shoes, glossy make-up and big bimbo hair. Gradually the girls all stopped whatever they were doing and within seconds straightened themselves up and stood primly to attention as they were addressed by their prefect. Their eyes inevitably switched to regard the new faces of Trixie Licks and Lucy Squeals as they registered that the empty bed in the dormitory was about to be filled. "As you can see we have two new girls joining class 1C tonight. This is Trixie Licks..." she gestured to Trixie who quickly did a little curtsey on cue that made all the girls in the dorm giggle. Trixie blushed as she quickly took hold of Mark's loose fingers again. "Now Trixie is a very inexperienced girl, so she's going to need a lot of coaching and guidance. Remember how difficult it was for you all on your first day?" Susie swept her gaze around the room until all the other girls nodded in unison. "She's going to be clumsy and stupid, but with our help and encouragement we'll get her through the first week and make Class 1C proud of her, won't we?" "Yes, Miss Squirms," they all chanted in a sing-song voice. "Good. Now this on the other hand..." she pointed now at Mark, "this is a very different class of girl. Step forward, Lucy Squeals and show yourself to your new friends." Mark took a step forward and dipped into his own curtsey. He felt scared as 15 pairs of judgemental eyes scrutinised him from around the room. "For you see girls, Lucy Squeals is an advanced girl - not at all inexperienced. She has..." Susie paused for a moment to let the enormity of her next word sink in, "Lucy has already sucked her first cock!" She indicated the glittery pink badge pinned on Lucy's blouse. There were gasps of amazement rippling around the room as the girls broke discipline and turned to one another whispering in surprise. A couple of them put their hands up to ask questions while another couple stared open mouthed at Lucy as if they were suddenly in the presence of Royalty. "Girls! Girls! Let's not get carried away now!" Susie clapped her hands together again to restore some semblance of order. "I know many of you will have questions for Lucy, but let's not mob the poor girl on her first night here." Mark was quite taken aback by all of this. In his imagination he had feared the worst that might happen when he was introduced to the class of 1C - being bullied teased, picked on for being new, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he might be a symbol of awe amongst the girls because he had sucked a cock. "I don't understand..." he said to Susie. She smiled and gave Mark a comforting hug. "It's really very simple, none of these girls have got that far yet even though they've been here for up to three months. One or two have started oral classes of course, but they've only progressed to learning to lick and suck realistic dildos. You've come here on day one and you've done the real thing already! You can imagine why they're so impressed by you. And perhaps just a little jealous, but in a nice way. You can teach them quite a lot, I think." They are? I mean, they are! Thought Mark as he regarded the hero worship in those eyes. Mark hadn't wanted to suck Miles Bradshaw's cock, and he certainly didn't want to suck a cock again, but here it seemed the fact that he had done so was giving him a status in the Lily Academy that would otherwise be unattainable for months at an end. Even Trixie was now regarding him with surprise and a degree of jealousy and resentment. "Please, Lucy," one of the pretty young things in matching silk lingerie jiggled her arm in the air to get attention to ask her question, "what was it like? I bet you were really brave and not at all worried by it?" "Well," Mark drew himself up with growing pride at the sight of all those adoring expressions. "The thought of it was a bit scary at first, but after all, it was only a penis." He smiled as the girls all squealed and jiggled, perhaps imagining the day when they would see their very own penis too. "Was it erect to begin with, or did you have to make it erect?" asked another girl. "Well, semi-erect when it came out of the trousers," explained Mark as he thought back to earlier that afternoon. "It definitely gets bigger quickly the moment you touch it with your hands." More squeals of excitement rippled through the group of Lily girls who now began to crowd around Mark, anxious not to miss any details. "and then of course when you kiss and lick it for the first time, wow, it really gets big!" The girls were loving this. Some were obviously too shy to ask their own questions, but Mark could tell that they wanted to. He kindly picked one out. "You over there - I expect you've got a question, haven't you?" "Oh yes, Lucy! But I'm awfully shy about this kind of thing..." The girl gave a coquettish little wiggle with her hands clasped behind her back as she blushed a deep pink at the thought of sucking cocks. "Did the man moan a lot when you had him deep in your mouth?" "Oh yes!" Mark laughed and nodded at the girls who all broke into excited rounds of giggling. "Once you have that big penis in your mouth the man is helpless with desire. You won't believe the power you have." Mark was getting carried away now by all the adoration. If making himself sound like an experienced cock sucker was going to make him number one girl in Class 1C then it was a price worth paying. "You're on your knees of course when you're doing it and..." "I bet being on your knees was really exciting and sexy?" asked another girl with her hand up. "It was, yes. You feel so girly and vulnerable," said Mark with a laugh. "And the belt helps because it detects that you're beginning to get turned on and it starts to..." "You must have loved having a cock in your mouth?" Said another girl. "I bet you secretly loved every moment of it, because you're just so cool and amazing." "Well yes," laughed Mark again, lying now. "It was pretty neat, and an amazing experience." He brushed some hair from his eyes as he continued. "You're just being used and it's such an exciting thing to have to do and... "I bet you can't wait until you get more cocks?" asked yet another girl. "Oh, bring them on," said Mark with growing confidence. "I could cope with a whole room full of them!" The girls all squealed with delight and clapped their hands as they gazed up with adoring expressions at Mark. Beside him, Trixie was green with envy. "I could have sucked a cock too if I'd wanted to," she said as tears welled in her eyes. It wasn't fair! Why was Lucy Squeals getting so much hero worship? "I would have been a really good cock sucker..." Susie Squirms patted Trixie's forearm sympathetically. "There there, not everyone is good enough to be chosen on day one like that. I'm sure you would have been... okay at it, I guess." "No, no, no! I would have been great at sucking cocks! I would have loved it too!" Trixie stamped her foot petulantly. Of course she had no desire to suck cocks, but seeing how the adoration of the room was growing towards Mark, she feared being left out low on the pecking order of the class. "You wouldn't have been as good as me," said Mark with derision. "It comes naturally to me. You'd be all finger nails and teeth, not knowing what to do." "Would not! I hate you!" cried Trixie "I can suck cock! I want to suck cock!" she cried out to the doubtful looking faces of the Class 1C girls. "Please give me a chance to suck cock and prove how good I am!" "You'll never be as good as me." snapped Mark. "Just wait until the next man picks me out. I'm going to give him the blow job of his life on my knees and you're just going to have to sit there and watch!" Mark became aware that the roomful of girls had been silent for half a minute or so now. He gazed momentarily around the room and saw their faces were now still - frozen expressions on each one, though frozen expressions that seemed now to be very much like the expressions on girls who had been trying so very hard for several minutes not to burst out laughing. And then as a cold shiver ran down his spine, Mark saw the first girl who couldn't hold back the laughter any longer. As soon as she burst out laughing, all the other girls exploded with mirth too, howling with delight at their joke. "What... what... what's going on? Mark stared around in dismay as Susie Squirms was doubled up with the giggles. "I don't understand..." "Oh, I so love this bit," Susie almost choked on the words as she desperately tried to control her laughter. "The look on your face now! Both of you!" She doubled up with more laughter and wiped her eyes of the tears. "You really think no girl in class 1C has ever sucked a cock before? Oh, look at you with your pretty pink little 'I've sucked my first cock' badge! I bet you felt so special for a few minutes, din't you?" All the girls were squealing with delight at the joke, pointing at the humiliated looking figures of Trixie and Mark as Susie mimicked Trixie's jealous voice: "No, no, no! I would have been great at sucking cocks! I would have loved it too!" "That's... that's not what I said," cried Trixie as she shrank back with Mark. "I can suck cock! I want to suck cock!" continued Susie, still copying Trixie's voice. "No... no! Please, no..." Trixie put her hand to her mouth, as did Mark. They both stood there, dying in public as the realisation of what they had been trickled into saying dawned on them. "Right then," snapped Susie now, no longer the picture of friendship. "No more silly games. Trixie and Lucy - I want you out of those uniforms and into your silk camisole and French Knicker sets on the double, or there will be spankings to be administered." She clapped her hands loudly once more and watched as the two humiliated new girls hurried to their dormitory bed where the sets of soft silken lingerie awaited them. Lights out took place at 8.30 PM every night for the junior Class 1C. There was frantic squealing and last minute preening amongst the girls in the final ten minutes as the warning light and clock timer on the wall began its count down. Girls who hadn't yet cleaned off their makeup squabbled and jostled to find a place beside the wall length make up mirrors that occupied one entire side of the dormitory. At any one time there was comfortable room for 8 girls to sit and do their faces, or up to 12 girls with a certain amount of elbow barging. Stained makeup wipes piled up on the surfaces of the worktop as girls replaced their makeup with M&R night time face moisturisers. Hair was brushed and camisoles adjusted ready for bed time. Mark stood now in his soft silken camisole slip and French knickers, dressed identically to Trixie and all the other girls. If the school girl uniform had felt provocatively sexy, then the fresh lingerie felt sensually sexy. The silk felt effortless as it clung to his breasts. The knickers had just a hint of flare to them which accentuated his figure. The bed was going to be a challenge as despite the fact it was two girls to a bed in the Class 1C dorm, the beds were little more than single beds. There were no sheet covers on any of the beds, and when Mark asked Susie Squirms about that she told him: "Sheets just get in the way. And besides, if you feel a little cold at night, all you have to do is snuggle up close together for added warmth. If you cradle one another in your arms you'll soon be snug as a bug in a rug!" Mark looked dubiously at Trixie upon hearing that. The lights went out promptly and in the darkness Mark and Trixie lay in their bed pressed closely together, their hearts beating quickly with nerves. Sounds of giggling could be heard from some of the other beds, accompanied by hushed whispers, the occasional squeal, the sound of wriggling, punctuated by a gasp of breath and a breathless moan or two. There was the sound of girls thighs rubbing together and even some licking and kissing, all hidden by the darkness now that the lights were off. For Mark's part he could feel Trixie's smooth thighs interlinked with his as they strived to keep within 3 inches of one another but dare not allow their belts to touch. It wasn't easy as they had already accidentally switched the belts into amber mode three times in a row as they tried to get comfortable. The ensuing pleasure pulses had already left them gasping and twitching in frustration. "Listen to those sluts," whispered Trixie into Mark's ear as they settled into a relatively safe position that wouldn't allow the belts to stimulate them again. "I can hardly imagine what they're up to in their beds." "I know," Mark whispered back. "I think the two girls in the bed next to us are stroking each other between the thighs!" There were soft, quiet moans of pleasure from that bed. "They have no self control!" hissed Trixie as she absently placed a hand on Mark's thigh. Mark twitched, feeling the sudden sensual contact and before he knew it his belt light switched back to Amber. "Ohhh!" he moaned softly as the belt teased his penis once again. "Is something wrong?" said Trixie quietly. Her fingers traced a little pattern down the inside of Mark's thigh. "No... no... nothing wrong..." he gulped. His penis was trying desperately to rise, but was denied anything of the sort, locked up as it was in the chastity belt. "At least we aren't going to act like that," said Trixie with a shake of her beautiful long hair. "Just imagine what those sluts are doing right now - probably sucking on each other's nipples and... ohhh!" now it was Trixie's turn to wriggle and squeal as Mark lifted her silk camisole top and licked and kissed her breast. Unlike Mark's it was a real breast, and highly sensitive. Their belts clicked in contact as the girls moved and both of them let out a frustrated cry of arousal. "Oh God, I need to cum," whispered Mark urgently as against his better judgement, he kissed Trixie deep on the lips. "I'm going to go crazy if I don't!" "Me too," sobbed Trixie as she found herself stroking her fingers in and around the skin close to the underside of Mark's belt. "I've been so perpetually horny all day... it's the clothes and the hair and being around al these other girls and..." "I know! I know! It's horrible! I'm going out of my mind," said Trixie, panting heavily as she turned and kissed Mark back. Again the belts clicked together by accident, driving the two of them to even giddier heights. "We can't stay here..." Mark was running his hands over Trixie's feminine body now, going wild with lust. "If we feel like this after just one day, what are they going to be able to do to us within a week? A month?" Trixie nodded furiously as she ran her hands over Mark's silk clad bottom. "It doesn't bear thinking about! We have to find a way to escape. And escape before they take out a couple of my ribs and give me sexy pouting lips!" "And before they give me real breasts!" Mark squirmed with frustration. Together their belts clicked again - another pulse of arousal - and the two girls stared at each other in breathless lust, needing to cum so badly. It was going to be a long and mostly sleepless night. Next morning Mark was trying his best not to look at Trixie Licks while Trixie was doing her best not to look at Mark. Unfortunately for them, their belts were still switched into 'Best Friends Forever' mode, meaning they could not stray more than three inches from one another as they sat at the makeup counter applying fresh eyeshadow and lipstick to their faces. "I'm going to pretend last night never happened," whispered Mark after a while. His cheeks flushed with shame at the horrible realisation of how slutty he had become after dark. "It didn't happen," whispered Trixie back as she painted her lips in 'Pop Pink'. "I'm telling myself it just didn't happen. And after all that... I'm feeling more horny than ever before. I didn't cum! Not once!" She squirmed on the small stool, feeling deeply frustrated. The dormitory was already a bustle of activity as the class of 1C dressed and got ready for the morning lessons. "And even if it had happened - which I'm telling myself it didn't - then it's your fault anyway - you started it!" "No I didn't!" Mark turned round and fixed Trixie with a stern gaze. "You stroked my thigh! None of it was my fault." "Liar! When we climbed into bed you deliberately clicked our belts together at least twice. The amber setting drove me crazy! That was your fault! My hand just acted on its own." She huffed and dabbed some more powder on her cheeks. "It was an accident! But your hands..." Mark shivered, remembering how soft those hands had been between his thighs - how turned on he had been. "How could I resist?" "You mean resist kissing me..." hissed Trixie. "Slut!" "Well I didn't see you protesting when you kissed me back!" "Girls! Girls!" Susie Squirms stood behind them as she tapped both their shoulders with her prefect crop. "No squabbling - this is your first day in class and it's going to be a busy one, so less chattering and pointing fingers at who sucked a nipple first, and more powdering your luscious little noses and putting on your pretty little uniforms. What are you? Nice and loud now so your school friends can hear." "Lily Academy girls, Miss Squirms," said Mark and Trixie together. "That's right. And more importantly, you're Class 1C Lily Academy girls, which means if you look bad, then we all look bad. And the other girls won't be happy if you make them look bad..." There was ice in her voice as she reminded them of that. Fresh white blouses hung on a wheeled clothes rail that two maids rolled into the room. Two pairs of fresh knickers and two sets of clean over the knee socks were laid out on each bed and when the maids left, the Lily Academy girls hurried over to the clothes rail to pick out their blouses for the day. Mark and Trixie joined them and quickly discovered it was impossible to get dressed and still remain with three inches of one another. "Owwww!" howled Mark as he bent to pull on his skirt, flexing momentarily beyond the three inch zone. "Owwww!" howled Trixie as she tried to roll up her knee high stocking socks. The two girls clung to one another, panting, out of breath from the BFF belt setting shocks, desperate not to feel the punishment zaps again. It had been the same last night when they had changed into their sleep wear and Susie had pointed out the easiest way to remain in close contact would be for one girl to dress the other and then vice versa. They whimpered, knowing that dressing one another meant lots more physical contact and arousal. "Don't touch my thighs! You know how sensitive they are now, especially around the belt area," pleaded Mark as Trixie slid the tartan kilt skirt up his legs. "Ohhhhh..." he moaned suddenly as Trixie's fingers did just that. "Stop squirming then," said Trixie as she glared at him in anger. "I don't want to do this any more than you do, but what choice do we have? It would be a lot easier on both of us if you weren't such a slut!" She deliberately ran her finger nails softly up along the inside of Mark's leg 'by accident' . She smiled to herself as Mark's eyes bulged and he quivered. The belt was quite visible through the pink knickers as was the amber light when it flickered on momentarily. "Slut!" said Trixie, pointing to the tell tale sign of arousal. "Slut! Slut! Slut!" "I can't help myself! Everything in this place is designed to keep us on the edge of desperation." Mark stamped his foot petulantly and folded his arms over his midriff as Trixie worked the tight kilt skirt in stages up to his waist. The belt light continued to flash amber and Trixie could see Mark's knees trembling as she now slid the stocking socks up his legs. She took her time, enjoying his state of desperate excitement. "Only a slut would think that," she sneered. She held up the first of the four inch school shoes and watched as Mark's lower lip trembled. "Not another day in heels... my feet were killing me by the time we went to bed last night. I can't take another whole day in heels!" He began to cry. "You'll spoil your mascara," warned Trixie. "Do you think I like it?" Trixie slid the first shoe in place and then the second. "You can do your bra and blouse yourself!" She stood up close to Mark with her arms folded and kept within the three inch zone while Mark slid his arms into the blouse and did up the two pearl buttons. "You know there's going to be a uniform check on our first day in class? I heard a couple of the other girls talking about it." Mark nodded glumly. It didn't surprise him. M&R was very hot on uniform checks - the slightest imperfection in an outfit or makeup was cause enough for discipline. "So we're going to have to make sure that our bras are peeking out from our blouses at all times." "Not exactly difficult," snapped Mark. "I couldn't totally cover mine up if I tried!" "And our knee high stocking socks mustn't slip down. To be on the safe side we should keep smiling - look happy. And make lots of hand gestures while you're talking. I've noticed the other girls do that all the time." Mark winced as he stood up from the bed on his four inch heels. "Of all the things I'm wearing, I think I hate the four inch heels the most!" He took a couple of mincing steps in them and, noticing Trixie's disapproving look, quickly added a hip wiggle too. "If we don't get out of here we're going to be wearing these for the rest of our lives!" "Girls! Girls!" Susie Squirms clapped her hands loudly to get everyone's attention. "Five minutes to class assembly time! Fasten those blouses! Adjust those skirts! Powder those noses! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" She turned and smiled a wicked smile at Trixie and Mark. "Oh my. Your first day in class. That means introductions, class spankings and detention for you both. I'm so looking forward to it." Miss Garrison turned to the class as she finished spanking Trixie Licks with her cane. "So, a reasonable introduction to the class, but of course riddled with mistakes. Now who in the class can tell me where Trixie went wrong, hmm?" Tears were rolling down Trixie's cheeks as she lay bent over the chair with her skirt hitched up and her pink knickers rolled down. Criss-crossing red marks radiated heat from her buttock cheeks as she blubbered and cried. Poor Trixie had tried to set a good example and resist crying but by the eighth stroke she was a complete mess. "Please Miss!" Lola's hand shot up. "Lola Jiggles, of course..." Miss Garrison smiled and nodded. "My star pupil. Go on." "Well Miss, Trixie just didn't seem happy enough when she made her introduction. It was almost as if she was all sulky and didn't want to be here, and that sets a bad example for Class 1C." "Indeed it does," said Miss Garrison. "Here in the Lily Academy we have happy, flirty girls, full of life, making the most of their school days. A frown on a single face simply lowers the mood of the entire class. What else?" "Well Miss, she kept making excuses for herself, pretending she wasn't at fault with her sponsor, and whining about how it was 'all a mistake' and 'she shouldn't be here' and please can she be a man again'. It was sooo boring." Lola rolled her eyes as she sucked on a lollipop. "She could have been telling us instead how much she loves shoes!" "Yes she could," Miss Garrison swished her cane. "So let's see how our second new girl, Lucy Squeals does with her introduction to the class. Come along, Lucy, on your feet, by the blackboard. Say hello to your new friends." Mark was shaking with nerves as he stepped up to the space only recently vacated by Trixie. Miss Garrison had not spared the rod in any way whatsoever, and Mark was going to do his utmost to avoid that level of beating if he could. "Hi class!" he giggled coquettishly, doing a little finger wiggle wave. "I"m Lucy Squeals and I'm just sooo excited to be joining class 1C of the Lily Academy!" As the class gave a ripple of applause, Miss Garrison nodded, seeming to radiate approval. "I'm here because I made a silly stupid mistake that was all my fault. My girlfriend, Miss Matthews, caught me cheating on her in a bar, which was really stupid of me and I shouldn't have done it, and as a punishment she sent me here to learn to be a better person." As he said all of this, Mark held his hands behind his back and swished to the left and to the right with his hips making his skirt sway. "I think she realised that I've always secretly wanted to be a girl, and so it was a kind punishment to make me come here where I could finally be myself." Mark occasionally glanced sideways at Miss Garrison to check from her reaction if he was saying the sorts of things she wanted to hear. Would she beat him like she had beaten Trixie? Maybe it would be less strokes, lighter ones too, if he was a good girl and said and did the right things? "I love my uniform!" He offered the class a big bright smile, "especially the really cute little skirt!" Another wiggle of his hips. "And I'm so excited to be able to learn useful sissy skills like cooking and sewing and makeup and cleaning and... it's just going to be sooo much fun!" He clapped his hands together in mock delight. Everything he was saying tied in with the profile background he had originally set up for the fictional Lucy Squeals. "Miss Matthews' was the sponsor name he had put down - in this case his most recent ex- girlfriend, Rachel Matthews, who he had planned on dumping without warning when she hadn't agreed to dress up in some cheap nylon 'sexy' lingerie he'd bought from an Anne Summers store. "I'd look like a cheap whore in that," she'd told him, and Mark had been annoyed that she wasn't prepared to make an effort to please him. As it happened he never did have to do the dumping as she had indeed caught him flirting with a girl at a bar. The nature of the profile registration of new acquisitions meant that each one had to have a sponsor, and unfortunately that sponsor had to be a real person, since the computer did a check for the nine digit Social Security Number. This meant he had invariably (without the subjects knowing it) used the names of people he knew in the past. It just so happened that Rachel Matthews's name was the latest one he'd used. "I just want to be a sissy like, forever, and I don't ever want to wear beastly old boy trousers again," said Mark with a chirpy smile. "Not when I can wear skirts and dresses instead!" It might be his imagination but Miss Garrison was looking frustrated, as if she was desperately looking for an excuse to spank him in front of the class but was failing to find one. Hah! His plan was working well. If he could avoid the spanking - and it appeared they always needed an excuse, no matter how flimsy - then he could count that as his first real success since coming to this mad house. What did it matter that he was saying these humiliating things to the class? Once he was out of here he could put it all behind him like some distant nightmare that was over and he'd never see any of them again. "I sooo wish I could thank Miss Matthews for what she's done for me. I was a spoilt, sexist cheating boyfriend, and deserved to be put into skirts." There. Let her pick fault with any of that! Thought Mark to himself. There was a ripple of applause through the class and Miss Garrison did indeed look annoyed. "Well... very good, Lucy. Very good indeed." She scrutinised him closely. Both stocking socks were firmly in place above the knees. Just enough lacy pink bra was showing. Mark's hair bounced in its hair bunches. His makeup looked neat. There had to be something... She sighed, very reluctant to give any new girl a B Plus. In the end she shook her head and succumbed to the inevitable. "I suppose you can sit down now Lucy. And by the way, you may well get your wish to thank Miss Matthews. Once she starts receiving letters from you in the letter writing class, she may well decide to visit from time to time to check on your progress here. Many sponsors do decide to take up our invitations to attend Sponsor days, especially after we send them the videos of the class introductions." She motioned with her cane towards a small video camera set up in the corner of the class that was pointed at where Mark stood. He hadn't noticed it until now. "What?!" Mark turned round in horror. "No! No, wait - you can't send her a video of me! You can't contact her! Please, no! No! No!" Rachel of course knew nothing about Mark being sent to the Lily Academy, but if she received the video, if she put two and two together, or it made her curious enough to make enquiries... and if she received 'letters' from Mark. "No you can't! You mustn't! Please, no..." "Oh dear... oh dear, dear, dear..." a cruel but happy smile crossed Miss Garrison's face as she swished her cane with enthusiasm. "And you had done so well up to now. Tsk. Time to bend over the chair, little Lucy, raise that pretty little skirt and pull down your pink knickers. I think some little bimbo has just earned herself twenty swipes of the cane, don't you?" The Maths class had been two and a half hours of basic multiplication. There is no way I'm going to be spanked during that, thought Mark at the outset. After all, how difficult can basic multiplication be? The answer sadly, after many, many spanks for getting the answers wrong, was very difficult indeed. For Miss Garrison was teaching Bimbo Multiplication, and in Bimbo Multiplication, 5 x 7 for example didn't equal 35, but rather 26. How was this possible? Well, Bimbo Multiplication of two numbers meant you multiplied the numbers together, then added the first digit and then subtracted twice the second digit, with numbers less than zero equalling zero. And while it was possible to work this out in your head, the purpose of the Maths class was to make the times table second nature for sissies and for them to just know the answers instantly, neatly overwriting their original skills in ordinary maths. To this end Miss Garrison held a 'practical' in which all the girls lined up and bent over their desks, with their skirts thrust up, while Miss Garrison paced between them with a spanking paddle, calling out quick questions like, "Fifi - what's 3 x 9?" or "Candy - quickly now girl, what's 7 x 3?" Or, and Mark dreaded when this happened, she would turn to him with a wicked smile on her face and ask, "Clever little Lucy with her 'I've sucked my first cock' badge... give me 8 x 4?" "Um... please, I can do this, just give me a moment to..." "Time's up, girl!" Followed by a slap of the hard wood spanking paddle and a loud yelp or scream from Mark. It was a nightmare. While many of the other girls by now knew the results of each permutation by memory, and would have struggled with giving an ordinary non-Bimbo answer as a consequence, Mark and Trixie were struggling to work out the answers in their head fast enough. Time and time again they were spanked, and then chided for 'crying like little girls.' "Stupid girl, Lucy. You're letting the class down! Try again - what's 5 x 5?" "Oh! Oh, I can do this... I know..." Mark's mind raced in panic in the few seconds permitted to deliver an answer. "30, Miss!" "Wrong!" The paddle swept down again, eliciting another scream and sob from Mark. His bottom was burning red and he felt he would do anything, anything at all to bring this nightmare to an end. Desperately he listened to every answer given by the other girls and tried really hard to fix the answers in his head. By the end of the two and a half hour 'practical' class he had managed to get four answers right in the time span allowed. He sniffed back more tears as the class was permitted to take their seats again. Exchanging looks with Trixie, Mark could tell she was suffering as much as he was. The only upside was that while they were in a classroom, the BFF setting on their belts went automatically into 'idle' mode, meaning they didn't have to worry about staying within three inches of one another. The moment they left the class room of course the setting woul