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MY NEW CAREER - PART 1
Nervously, I checked my watch, for what seemed the fiftieth time since
arriving. And for the fiftieth straight time, it was still too early to
go in. In fact I could swear the hands hadn't moved. Resisting the urge
to shake the offending timepiece, I stared up again at the gleaming
office tower I was waiting to enter. It seemed rather too expensive a
location for a training college, but I had rechecked the address several
times.
Pulling the letter from my inside jacket pocket, I scanned it again. I
was invited to an interview to join the Ceder College, described as
"Australia's premier retraining institution". Their website had
certainly looked very professional, with testimonials from a number of
young, good looking and clearly very satisfied graduates. The job
advertisement that had first caught my eye promised that after an
initial induction period, successful applicants would be able to command
a salary that would outstrip anything that a new teacher - or even an
established one - could expect to get working in a regular school.
As I tucked the letter away again, I caught sight of my reflection in
the glass of the automatic doors I was waiting to go through.
Unfortunately, I looked as nervous as I felt - hardly surprising, given
that this was my first real shot at a job since finishing an education
diploma ten months ago. The job market for social studies teachers had
been a lot tighter than I'd imagined, and I had been on the verge of
thinking about a different career choice when I saw the ad for this
position.
Tucking my shoulder-length hair behind my ears, I wondered again if I
shouldn't have cut it. But I liked it that way. Besides, it helped
distract from what I couldn't help thinking was a rather lean and drawn
face, in which my large blue eyes - always my most striking feature -
stood out even more than normal. The strict diet which months of
unemployment had forced on me had certainly shed a lot of the fat I had
put on at university, but had also left me looking less than healthy.
Glancing again at my watch, I saw that there were still five minutes to
go. Ah well, it wouldn't hurt to be a little early. Striding into the
well-appointed lobby I located the lift that would take me to the 17th
floor. As I'd been instructed, I used the keypad on the wall of the lift
to enter a special access code, before pressing the button 17. To my
surprise, the lift started moving downwards. After a short ride it came
to rest and the doors slid open. I was on the verge of pressing the 17
button again when I saw a sign on the corridor wall outside, with the
name Ceder College and an arrow pointing off to the right.
Shaking my head in consternation I walked out of the lift and followed
the arrow to what was clearly a reception desk. As I approached it, I
reflected that the unexpected location was not the only odd feature of
Ceder's business. Their online application form had been unusually
detailed, with queries about personal habits, likes and dislikes that I
assumed represented some kind of psychometric test. I'd very nearly
baulked at answering some of the questions, but in the end desperation
for a job had won out.
As I approached the desk the attractive young receptionist smiled at me
and asked my name. When I gave it she gave a nod of recognition, stood
up and beckoned me to follow her. As she ushered me through a doorway
behind and to the left of the desk, she looked back and smiled.
"This way Mr Riley. I'm afraid the principals will be a little late, but
they've asked me to give you some refreshments while you wait."
Her voice was low and breathy, and she had a power blue scarf tied
around her neck, making me wonder whether she had a cold. She looked me
up and down and then smiled again. "If you don't mind me saying so, you
look like you could do with a bit of a feed!"
As she moved ahead of me again and opened another door to admit me to a
large, comfortably furnished office, I reflected that I rather did mind,
but felt that it would be churlish to say so. Besides, my attention had
been caught by something far more interesting - her long and shapely
legs, encased in shimmering black nylon and with calves attractively
sculpted by the high heels she wore.
As my eyes travelled up I caught a glimpse of what looked for all the
world like stocking tops just beneath the hem of her short, black skirt.
She looked as if she had come straight out of one of the porn sites I
had fallen into the habit of browsing - the kind dedicated to girls in
uniform.
As I sat down on the comfortable couch to which the receptionist had
shown me, I couldn't help sneaking another look at her beautiful legs.
The amused look she gave me as I looked up and caught her eye seemed to
suggest she knew exactly where my gaze had been. But if so, she made no
comment, simply pouring me a coffee and encouraging me to sample the
plate of delicious looking pastries that had been left on a nearby
coffee table. They tasted as good as they looked, with a spicy, cinnamon
tang that quickly had me returning for more.
As I waited in the office, munching away and idly admiring the paintings
that decorated the windowless walls, I reflected that, odd basement
location or not, this was a working environment I could certainly
handle.
My reverie was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. As I rose
to greet the two people who walked in, I felt oddly light-headed.
Blinking uncertainly, I took the proffered hand of a tall, well-built
man, wearing what looked like an expensive suit. He could have been
anywhere from his early forties to late fifties. His face creased as he
smiled, released his firm grasp and gestured to the woman beside him.
"Hello Mr Riley," he said in a pleasant, well-modulated voice, "it's a
pleasure to meet you. I'm Gordon Everett, and this is Kristen, my sister
and co-principal of Ceder College."
"Uh, thank you ... and please call me Martin," I managed to get out as I
shook Kristen's hand. Clad in a smart jacket and pants, and every bit
as tall as her brother, she cut a figure of crisp, elegant efficiency,
her handsome face accentuated by the bold shade of red on her lips.
Again, I found it hard to place her age. Something about her cool gaze
sent a flush of heat to my face and neck. Her smile widened as a little
as she gestured for me to resume my seat.
Settling back down, I felt oddly disconnected as I watched my hosts
settle into a couch opposite me. The next few minutes passed in a kind
of blur as we chatted inconsequentially, until something that Mr Everett
said seemed to pierce the fog surrounding me. Shaking my head to try and
clear it, I asked him to repeat his last remark.
"I said, you seem like an ideal candidate," he repeated, leaning
forward. "Your profile and test results are exactly what we're looking
for. And we're sure we can set you on a new direction - one that will
bring you the kind of earnings and lifestyle that most teaching
graduates can only dream of."
As I smiled uncertainly, he went on. "There's just one key test we need
you to pass. You see, Ceder College has a very strict code of
discipline, and some slightly ... ah, old-fashioned ways of meting out
punishment. It's important to us that all our employees be comfortable
with this."
He rose, went to a desk and tapped a button. "Grace, could you please
send Jason in?" Smiling at his sister, he resumed his seat.
A few seconds later the door opened to admit a young man with an unruly
mop of straw-coloured hair, a wiry frame and a deep, bronze tan. He
would have looked every bit the surfer if he had not been wearing what
appeared to be a private school uniform - a smart, blue blazer over a
white shirt and blue tie with diagonal stripes, together with grey
shorts, long grey socks and black shoes. His finely cut features made
him look quite young, although the College's website had made it clear
that only adults could enrol.
With an air of resignation that suggested he knew what was about to
happen, he stood in the centre of the office with his hands by his side.
Looking down at the principals, he said quietly "Sir, ma'am?"
It was Kristen who answered. "Ah, Jason, I'm sure you know why you're
here. We simply can't tolerate the kind of attitude you've been
displaying in your lessons. Unless you want to be expelled, with all
the, ah, consequences that implies, I'm afraid it will be the usual
penalty." Like her brother, her voice had an easy air of command. She
jerked her head towards the desk. "You know what to do."
The student opened his mouth as if about to say something, thought
better of it and crossed the room. Turning his back he undid his shorts,
tugged both them and the white underpants beneath them down around his
ankles and leant forward until his forearms rested on the desk, legs
straight and slightly splayed. His pale, white buttocks gleamed in the
artificial glare of the light globes recessed into the ceiling of the
office.
"Good boy," murmured Kristen approvingly. "You'll be pleased to hear
that you will not have to put up with Mr Everett's heavy hand today. Mr
Riley here is on probation and he's going to administer, oh, shall we
say, just ten strokes?" As she said this, she picked up a wooden ruler
and held it out to me.
I stared at her blankly, looked over again at the youth bent over the
desk, then turned my uncomprehending gaze on Gordon Everett. He smiled
gently and nodded towards the unfortunate Jason. "On you go, ten strokes
with the ruler. And do it properly. You do want this job, don't you?"
For some reason, it didn't occur to me to refuse. It seemed entirely
right that I do what I was told. Still in a daze, I stood up, took the
instrument of punishment and shuffled over to stand beside Jason. For a
moment I just looked down at his raised rump. His submissive position
seemed almost ... inviting. For no reason I could possibly explain, I
felt my cock stir in my pants. In confusion, I brought the ruler down
and slapped it on his bottom. He started but made no sound.
"Come on Mr Riley, that was just a love tap - you can do better than
that!" Kirsten's tone was teasing, but with an undertone that suggested
that disobedience was not an option. This time I put much more force
into the smack and was rewarded - if that was really the right term -
with a gasp of pain from Jason and a red imprint on his backside.
Eight more swift strikes and the punishment was done. Jason's gasps had
turned to whimpers and his buttocks bore a criss-cross pattern of welts.
And with each blow my cock had inexplicably hardened a little more.
Blinking, I looked over at the two principals. Gordon, his satisfied
smile as wide as that of his sister, nodded at my efforts and gestured
towards a low chest of drawers next to the desk.
"If you open the top drawer, you'll find some ointment you can apply to
relieve some of Jason's discomfort. He may have been very naughty, but
we don't want to leave any nasty marks, do we?"
Again, I had no thought other than to obey. Pulling out a bottle of aloe
vera moisturising cream, I squirted some on my hands and began gently
applying it to Jason's reddened buttocks. He flinched, then I felt him
relax as the cool cream began to do its work. But the action of gently
massaging his taut butt-cheeks had the very opposite effect on me. My
erection grew with each sensual stroke and it was all I could do to
resist the urge to spread the cream further down onto his thighs and
between his legs.
As I rubbed in the last of the lotion and almost regretfully returned
the bottle to the drawer, I dimly wondered what on earth I found so
exciting about Jason and his body. It was not as if I had ever felt any
interest in my own sex before. Yet the throbbing hard-on that strained
against my pants seemed to tell a very different story.
A glance at the principals made it clear that they too were fully aware
of my arousal. Yet the warm smile Kristen gave me as her gaze went down
to my crotch and then back up to my face seemed if anything to heighten
my ardour. "Jason," she called softly, "you can pull your pants up now.
And then I think it's time for you to give Mr Riley a bit of relief too,
don't you think? Seems only fair after that lovely massage he gave you."
As the young man straightened up and gingerly pulled up his shorts, the
air in the room seemed to become warmer and heavier. I broke out in a
sweat, but stood motionless as the young man I had just spanked and then
caressed - there was no other word for it - knelt down in front of me.
Transfixed by a lust that seemed at once both artificial and thrillingly
real, I did not resist as he undid my zip and reached inside to pull out
my swollen member. Freeing its modest five inches with what seemed like
practised ease, Jason ran his tongue down both sides of the shaft and
then opened his mouth wide to engulf me.
The sensation as his warm, wet mouth trapped my throbbing cock sent
electric shivers coursing through my body. As he began to bob his head
back and forth, my hands came up involuntarily to grasp his head and I
began to thrust forward to match his rhythm.
As if from a far distance I heard Kristen calling out encouragement to
us both, though the words seemed to get lost in the fog that still
enveloped me - until one phrase pierced it. "That's right, fuck his
pretty face, you know you want to!"
As I opened my eyes properly for the first time since Jason had begun
sucking my cock, I looked down to see him tilt his head back slightly
and meet my gaze. Something about his cherubic features drove me over
the edge and I began to surge harder and faster into his wet, willing
orifice. It was the work of a few seconds to rise to a threshold, then
as the climax hit I shot jets of cream into his mouth. Swallowing
convulsively as he took my load, he continued to milk me as my thrusts
slowed and my hands fell to my side.
Panting and groaning with a mix of exertion and the lingering effects of
the shattering orgasm, I sank to my knees beside Jason. With a hint of a
smile he leant in and whispered in my ear. "I may not like getting
spanked, but that's something I've really learned to enjoy here."
Unexpectedly, he reached up to stroke my cheek, then brought his lips to
mine. As my mouth opened, seemingly of its own volition, our tongues
made contact and we shared a brief, wet kiss. It left a salty,
unfamiliar taste that I realised must be the residue of my own seed.
"Thank you Mr Riley," he said in a louder, more formal tone and without
another word stood up and left the room. Still stunned by what had
happened, I turned to the principals.
"Well now, that was very instructive, don't you think?" said Gordon.
"Even if we did give you a little, ah, chemical assistance, it seemed
pretty clear you were a willing participant."
Rising, he walked over to the desk, dug out a sheaf of papers and
smoothed them out. Picking up a pen, he motioned to me to join him.
"Here's your training contract, just sign in the three places indicated,
please. Although you might, ah, want to tidy up first?"
Following his amused gaze, I looked down at the rapidly shrinking
member, still hanging from the front of my pants. Embarrassed, but still
feeling oddly docile, I quickly tucked my cock away, zipped up and
stood, my legs still weak and trembling. It was the work of a minute to
sign the document. I made no effort to read it, assuming the terms of
employment would be fairly standard and match the salary I'd been
promised.
"Excellent," said Gordon, "so good to have you on board. I'm sure you
won't mind staying for a brief induction, then we'll have you back
tomorrow for your first lessons."
Still shaking, and baffled by the turn my "interview" had taken, my head
was starting to clear. But it still took me a minute to sort through the
questions I wanted to ask. "Uh, lessons, right ... But, er, what subject
will I be teaching?"
"Teaching?" exclaimed Kristen, her tone one of amusement. "Who said
anything about you teaching?"
I stared at her stupidly, then managed to find a slightly stronger
voice. "But I mean the ad, the employment contract I just signed, the
salary ..."
She cut off my expostulations. "Oh, we were looking for teaching
graduates alright, but there was nothing said about the job involving
you giving lessons. In fact, you'll be receiving lessons. You do have a
lot to learn, as you'll quickly realise. As for the salary ... well, if
you work out you'll certainly be making that kind of money, or more."
I shook my head, still not understanding. "But why would I agree to take
lessons here?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air.
"Well for one thing, it's in the contract you've just signed," answered
Gordon. "And for another, I'm sure you wouldn't want the Teachers
Registration Board seeing these photos. Or the police for that matter
..."
As he said this he turned a screen on the desk so I could see it.
Horrified, I watched as it displayed a series of pictures, evidently
taken from some kind of hidden camera, that showed Jason giving me the
blowjob that I had so recently and very visibly enjoyed. In the shots,
Jason looked even younger than he had in real life - and the uniform
gave every impression of an age that was far below the legal limit.
A yawning pit opened in my stomach as I stammered "B-but, you m-made me
..." I tailed off as the image on the screen changed to one of me
sharing what looked for all the world a passionate kiss with Jason.
"We did not," said Kristen flatly. "Encouraged you, yes. Enticed you -
most definitely. But it was your own choice to take advantage of that
delicious young man. And it will be your own choice now if you choose to
breach the contract you've just signed. Though there will, I'm sure you
now fully understand, be penalties ..."
The words "But you can't -" sprang to my lips ... and died there, as I
realised that they could, and quite possibly would. Bowing my head in
defeat, I muttered "All right, it seems you have me over the proverbial
barrel. I suppose I'm going to have to wear one of those ridiculous
uniforms, right?"
Kirsten arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "You mean, the one dear
Jason was wearing? Not exactly ..." She rose, crossed the office and
picked up a bag, from which she pulled a pair of high-heeled shoes and
two wispy black stockings. She showed them to me, dropped them back in
the bag and then threw it to me.
As I reflexively caught the bag she laughed at the expression on my
face. "Your uniform is going to be much more exciting, as you can see.
You'll be amazed how good you're going to look in it ... Katy."
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