The Dominant Male

knickers down and build up; he’d start a pattern of alternate cheeks, and just when she was getting used to that and finding it easier to cope, he’d change the pattern. He was well-equipped and showing it, she was pleased to feel. She’d had worse from the Headmistress, but this was getting through to her. She could take more, but he was only the third and there were twenty more to go. She crossed her calves, and Louise blew the whistle.
    After that it was another blue-suited type.
    ‘I’m Wendy, what’s your style.’
    ‘Oh, I like to do it sensually.’
    ‘Fair enough,’ she thought and settled herself into position.
    What he seemed to mean was that he liked to stroke her bum and legs a lot, and slap her a bit. Absolutely nothing under her belly this time, she wondered why he was here.
    Wendy noticed that the next man around the circle was a left-hander, so the rather well endowed girl on his lap was facing her.
    ‘Do you come here often?’ she asked.
    ‘As often as I can,’ she answered, and kissed her, and Wendy realised the double meaning in what she’d said.
    It was the first outright sexy kiss she’d had from a girl, and Wendy decided she rather liked it, so gave back as good as she got.
    The man spanking her didn’t seem to notice, Wendy had decided he was a bit of a drip, really. Thin and slight, she wondered if he was still a virgin.
    The other girl’s spanker caught on, and redoubled his efforts, as if to interrupt the girls’ dalliance.
    ‘Is he making any impression?’
    ‘He’s not bad, but he’d have to be a damn sight harder to get through to me!’
    They kissed full-on, lips to lips, with a hand each steadying the others’ head.
    Wendy’s man noticed at last and started flailing even less effectually, and the other man went frantic too.
    The whistle blew.
    ‘See you darling!’
    Wendy blew her a kiss.
    ‘I’m Richard and I’m going to have to discourage behaviour like that!’
    Yes Sir,’ she said, playing along.
    She then realised that with this next man, Richard, him being the last in the half-circle, and left-handed, at least half the people in the room would be able to stare at her bum. It was bared as her knickers were eased down in short order, and it felt like it was reddening as fast as the blush was rising to her cheeks.
    Don’t be silly girl, you should have realised that sort of thing would happen , she thought to herself, but she still felt exposed and more vulnerable than at any point up to then.
    Despite the other girl’s comments he knew how to spank, he was not tall or broad, but wiry and strong. He was beginning to get through to her, but perhaps because he was the other way around, or perhaps because she was getting used to it, it didn’t seem to hurt so much, and the warmth built up.
    The next few were a bit of a blur in her memory. She hadn’t realised quite how many wrong ways there were to spank. She did her best to encourage and hint. However, she guessed that actively telling them how to do it was probably not the most diplomatic move, so desisted.
    Then she found herself on the lap of the dishy guy in the plus fours. He was younger than most there – early to mid thirties – tanned, tall, oozing self-confidence and charm.
    ‘I’m Timothy, who’s the gorgeous girl on my lap?’ he asked, eyes twinkling.
    ‘I’m Wendy, she said, and thought, ‘and I’m yours if you want me.’
    ‘Are you a good girl?’
    ‘I do my best,’
    ‘Your best to attract the boys, by the look of your uniform. Am I right?’
    ‘Whatever you say, Sir,’ and she meant it.
    ‘Then I think saucy Wendy’s going to get her bottom soundly smacked,’ as he had her turn over wordlessly.
    ‘How does he do that?’ she thought, ‘almost control by telepathy.’
    He knew what he was doing all right. Lift the skirt, the first few over her knickers, then ease them down, then work all over her bum with a cupped hand. It really hurt, it really got her going; several times she thought she was almost there, coming publicly with the mad giggling that always happened. That reaction, mad giggling, made the thought of coming in public one of her most feared embarrassments; not that it had ever happened yet.
    At first she couldn’t decide whether it was accidental or deliberate. Then she realised that every time she got close to coming, her thighs were twitching open. She was winking like a mare in season.
    He was enjoying it too, by the feel of his hard, long erection