Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 00:20:09 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: The Stanton Academy

The Stanton Academy by Laura Davis, F/F/F bnd,  humiliation
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I arrived at college without a  clue as to what I wanted to do with my
life. It drove my father nuts. He and my  mother and my two older brothers were
all very focused, like they were born  knowing just what they were going to
do. My father certainly didn't understand  me but, because I was a girl, he
expected that my mother would. She didn't  understand me either, which wasn'
t surprising because I didn't understand me.  She used to look at me and
say, "Rita . . ." Then she'd just shake her head and  say, "Never mind."
I was a good student but not  outstanding in any way. The same with sports,
I was pretty good but not good  enough for the college team. I played club
soccer and basketball and had fun  because there was no pressure. As for
looks, again I was in the middle of the  pack, pretty but not outstanding in
any way. I wore my black hair short and I  was boyishly pretty. I had a nice
figure and slim, pretty legs.
I majored in history because I  couldn't think of anything else. I briefly
considered English but I'd heard too  many stories about English majors who
wound up waiting tables. History probably  wasn't a great choice from a
career prospective but at least it wasn't English.  By the time my senior year
rolled around I still hadn't decided what I was going  to do. I briefly
considered grad school but my father informed me that the money  tap had been
turned off. I was on my own after graduation. I wanted to travel  and see the
world and I wanted to have fun. I wanted sex. Lots of good, hard  sex.
I'd given up my virginity at the  age of fifteen and sex had been an
important part of my life since then. I liked  it often and after I got to college
I learned to like it hard. It began in my  freshman year. I went to a party
and met this guy that really turned me on. He  was a junior and lived in an
off-campus apartment. We left the party and went  back to his place. I was
leaning over the sofa and he was fucking me doggy-style  when his roommate's
came in. When Craig finished with me his roommates were  ready and waiting.
Craig barely got out of the way  before one of his roommates slid his cock
into my wet, dripping cunt. The other  guy walked around the sofa, and
shoved his cock into my mouth. I didn't suck his  cock, he fucked me in my mouth,
warning me not to let my teeth touch his cock.  "If you do, I'll slap the
shit out of you!" I was very careful and when he came  in my mouth I
swallowed every drop. I stayed all night and each of them fucked  me at least once
more. The only time I refused anything was when one of them  wanted to do me
in my ass.  Later,  back in my dorm, taking a shower, I admitted to myself
that I was a slut. I was  discreet because I didn't want to be know as the
campus slut and I got through  to graduation with my reputation intact.
In my senior year I attended the  job fairs held on campus and had a couple
of interviews but nothing looked  promising. I wanted travel and adventure
and hot, hard sex. Not many jobs offer  all of that. Then, as I was leaving
an interview, someone pushed a flyer into my  hand. I almost threw it away
but I held onto it and when I got outside I stopped  to read it. It had `
Stanton Academy For Young Ladies' across the top in bold  letters and I nearly
threw it away right then but I read on. Stanton Academy, located in the U.K.,
offered to  train young women in the erotic arts. Wow. I read on.
Basically, they offered training for  young women who wanted to become high-class
whores or who wanted to snag a rich  husband. They didn't seem to distinguish
between the two. They had a web site  where you could apply. I folded the
flyer and tucked it into my  pocket.
One thing led to another and on  the 13th of July I flew to London where I
was met by a woman named Joan,  an attractive blonde in her early thirties.
I was wearing a sundress and  sandals. The sundress was short, purposely
chosen to show off my legs which,  after all, are my best feature. My tits are
small, but nice, but I can't go  around topless. Joan insisted that we have
a cup of tea at the airport before we  began the long drive up to the
school. I didn't realize that the purpose of the  tea was to slip me a sedative
that would put me to sleep to keep me from knowing  the location of the
school.
Joan was driving a fairly new  Jaguar. My bag went into the trunk, or boot
as she called it, and we got in. I  was starting to feel sleepy by then and
I attributed it to fatigue from the long  flight. Joan reminded me to fasten
my seat belt but made no move to start the  car. Instead, she reached over
and put her hand on my thigh. I blinked sleepily  as she stroked my thigh,
pushing my dress as high as she could. It was a  pleasant feeling but I was a
little nervous because I'd never made it with  another woman. I pushed her
hand away but she shook her head and said, "Don't do  that, Rita. Be a good
girl or I'll have to spank you." She began stroking my  thigh again and I
closed my eyes, too tired to protest again. A moment later I  felt her tug
on my panties. "Lift up for a moment." I shook my head, eyes still  closed,
but she pinched me and I lifted my bottom off the seat for a moment. She
eased my panties down and slipped them off. She ran the tips of her fingers
across my pubic mound and then, apparently satisfied for the moment, she
started  the car.
I must have slept for a couple of  hours. When I woke we were well out of
London and into the country. Everything was  green fields, narrow winding
roads, and quaint villages. Joan saw that I was  awake and smiled. "Have a nice
nap?"
I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "Yes,  very nice. Where are we?"
She grinned. "Out in the country.  We're about 10 minutes from Stanton but
we're going to stop for couple of  minutes." A moment later she turned off
onto a narrow dirt track and drove a few  hundred yards, stopping after we'
d rounded a curve and were out of sight of the  road. She turned the engine
off and released her seat belt. "We need a final  test before I take you to
Stanton. If you pass we'll go on. If you fail  you'll go home on the next
flight."
"What kind of  test?"
She smiled. "Take off your dress  and sandals."
I hesitated for a moment and then  I kicked my sandals off while releasing
my seat belt. I leaned forward and  reached back to unzip my dress. I
stopped and glanced at her. She nodded  encouragingly and said, "At Stanton you'
ll be taught to satisfy women as  well as men so don't be shy about stripping
in front of me."
I shrugged and slipped my dress  off. She reached over and stroked my thigh
for a moment. "Very nice. You have a  very nice body, Rita. Please get out
of the car." She was opening her door as  she spoke so I knew she wasn't
going to abandon me. I opened my door and got  out.
Joan came around to the passenger  side and slipped her arms around me. She
rubbed my back with both hands and then  ran them down my back and cupped
my buttocks. At the same time, she pressed her  lips against mine and I felt
her tongue probing, seeking entrance. I opened my  mouth and her tongue
darted in. At the same time, I allowed her to pull my body  against hers.
The kiss lasted for a full minute  at least and left me thoroughly aroused.
Then Joan released me and stepped back.  She pointed to a nearby tree and
said, "Go wait under that tree. I'll be with  you in a moment." I turned and
trotted away. The sun was warm on my nude body  and my breasts bounced
gently as I ran. I was ready for sex but what I got was a  whipping.
Joan opened the trunk of the car  and rummaged around inside for a few
moments. When she came toward me she was  carrying a leather strap, a set of
leather cuffs, and a length of rope. I was  scared but I just stood there and
allowed her to fit the cuffs around my wrists  and fasten them together, in
front of me, with a spring clip.
"I'm going to give you a good  spanking with this strap. One reason is to
show you what discipline will be like  at Stanton.  Another is to see how
you take pain. If  you prefer not to submit then I'll release you and drive
you back to London. What do you  say?"
I stood there and thought about  it. I thought about the sex, the travel,
the rich men I'd meet. Stanton would manage me  and take 20% of my earnings
for 10 years. If I married well my husband would  have to pay Stanton a
specified amount. Joan had told that  no man had ever balked at the requirement. "
No man who's had a Stanton woman will settle  for less in the future. Many
of our graduates are quite rich. And very  grateful."
Finally, after a minute or two, I  shrugged and said, "Go ahead and spank
me." Joan fastened one end of the rope  through a ring on each cuff and tied
it off. She threw the other end of the rope  over a convenient limb and
pulled on it until my hands were up over my  head.  She didn't pull too hard
before tying the rope off around the trunk of the tree but she got me up on my
 toes.
I have a high threshold for pain.  I discovered that when I broke my nose
playing basketball and later when I broke  my arm during a soccer game. I
grunted softly when Joan brought the strap down  across my buttocks but
otherwise I didn't react. She'd given me six or seven  strokes without hearing
more that a grunt so she really began to lay it on hard.  The grunts changed to
whimpers of pain. My butt felt like it was on fire and I  began to cry. She
swung the strap harder, catching me across the tops of my  thighs, where
the skin is soft and tender. I screamed for the first time on the  twentieth
stroke. She stopped for a moment and stuffed my wadded-up panties into  my
mouth to gag me. She continued the whipping as I screamed into the gag. She
stopped after thirty. I was sobbing, and tears were streaming down my cheeks.

I was drenched with perspiration.  Joan stepped up beside me and rubbed my
belly. "Do you want me to  stop?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "Yes!"  My reply was muffled by the gag but I
was nodding vigorously.
She smiled. "Do you think you can  take three more? One across your tits,
one across your belly, and on across the  front of your thighs?"
I wanted to shake my head and say  no but I closed my eyes and nodded. The
first stroke was across my thighs and  while it hurt it wasn't too bad. The
next one caught me across my tits. I was  expecting it across my belly and
she caught me by surprise. I arched my back and  screamed as the pain shot
through my tits. The final stroke across my belly made  me scream but it was
nothing like the one I'd taken across my tits.
I stood there sobbing while she  stroked my belly, buttocks, and thighs and
fondle my tits. Despite the pain I  was soon quite aroused. "Do you want to
come?" I nodded eagerly, tears still  running down my cheeks. Joan slipped
her hand between my legs and masturbated me  to orgasm. It was quite intense
and thoroughly enjoyable.
She untied the rope after my  orgasm but left the cuffs on and told me to
leave the panties in my mouth. She  walked me back to the car and when I was
seated she fastened the seat belt. She  threw the whip and the rope in the
boot and slammed it shut. When she got into  the car she had a collar and
leash she'd taken out of the boot. She put the  collar around my neck and
adjusted it so that it was snug.  Then she snapped the leash onto the  collar and
dropped the trailing end into my lap. I rode the rest of the way to
Stanton nude,  collared, and cuffed.
Stanton was housed in a magnificent old mansion  surrounded by a high stone
wall. The gates opened when Joan pushed a button on  the dash. When we were
inside they automatically closed behind us. We drove up a  long winding
drive to the main house. A dozen young women in school uniforms  were scattered
around the lawn in front of the house. They were all attractive  and fit
and represented several different races. I saw one African girl and a  couple
of Asians. The rest were Caucasian - some blondes, some brunettes, and  one
redhead.
They watched with idle curiosity  as Joan unfastened the spring clip and
refasten it with my hands behind my back  before leading me inside. Obviously
the sight of a nude, cuffed woman wasn't all  that unusual at Stanton.
When we entered we were in a  reception area. A young woman wearing the
uniform of a student was sitting  behind a small but elegant desk. Joan led me
over and said, "Alicia, this is  Rita.  She's new. I'll leave her  with you
while I talk to Mr. Samms." Joan turned to me and said, "Obey Alicia as
you would me. If you misbehave you'll be punished." I just nodded since I
still  had my panties in my mouth.
Joan walked away and disappeared  through a door on the far side of the
room. Alicia smiled and said, "Come around  the desk and kneel down beside me."
 I obeyed and she immediately pulled my  panties out of my mouth, refolded
them, and stuffed them into my vagina.  "What's your name?"
My first attempt to speak ended  in a croak because my throat was dry.
Alicia produced a bottle of water and held  it for me so I could take a drink. "
Rita."
She smiled. "Oh, an American!  Jolly good." She cupped my tits and when I
made to pull away she slapped me.  "Don't pull away.  Sooner or later
everyone here is going to have you and vice-versa.  Relax and enjoy it. Unless
you enjoy  pain." The slap hadn't been too hard but hard enough to sting. I
kept my mouth  shut. She caressed my cheek for a moment. "I love pain. I
love feeling it and I  love giving it. Don't fuck with me." She smiled
dreamily as she cupped my tits.  "Maybe Miss Joan will let me whip you later."
`How long have you been  here?"
She squeezed my tits gently.  "Five months. I graduate in a month. I'm
going to a brothel in Paris that specializes in  pain." She pinched my nipples
and I whimpered in pain. She continued to fondle  and torment me until Joan
reappeared and took up my leash.
I followed Joan up a flight of  stairs to a large open room filled with
cots. Each cot had a mattress and a  pillow but no linens.  The  mattresses
were thin. "The dormitory. Your cot is number 54.  The lavatory is over there.
We have 15  showers for 60 girls. You'll sleep nude. In fact, when you're
on this floor  you'll be nude at all times. Understand?"
I nodded, "Yes, Miss  Joan."
She smiled. "You learn quickly.  Good." She led me back downstairs and
turned me over to a nurse. I was given a  thorough physical examination. The
nurse, Miss Joy, removed the spring clip and  let me remove my panties from my
vagina. I threw them away. When the exam was  over she took my temperature
with a rectal thermometer.  Then she gave me an enema. Finally, I  was
turned over to a student named Greta, a blonde German girl, who took me to
dinner. It was six p.m. I didn't sit at the table with the other girls. Greta
fastened my cuffs together behind my back and led me up to the head table
where  the staff sat. She put me on my knees between Joan and Mr. Samms, the
headmaster.
Joan fed me from her plate, using  her fingers. Halfway through the meal
Mr. Samms snapped his fingers and told me  to get under the table and suck his
cock. I obeyed, blushing furiously when a  couple of the students giggled.
His cock was long and thin and he came within a  minute. He held my head and
made me swallow every drop of cum. When it was over  her zipped himself and
glanced at Joan.  "Not too bad but she needs training. Whip her later for
poor  performance."
Joan nodded. "Yes, Mr. Samms."  When dinner was officially over she took
me to her quarters and whipped me with  the same leather strap she'd used
earlier. I was still sobbing when she summoned  a student and told her to take
me to the dormitory. Joan removed the leash and  cuffs and I followed the
student, a slender redhead named Marie, back to the  dormitory.
Marie stopped and stripped on the  landing outside the dormitory door. She
was French and spoke English with a  delightful accent. She'd only been at
Stanton for a month. She had a lovely slender  body - fine legs, a tight
little butt, and firm round tits tipped with puffy  pink nipples. I was
surprised to see that she was completely shaved. She smiled  at me as she folded her
clothes. "Ever eat pussy?"
I shook my head. "No,  never."
She grinned. "Then I'll be your  first." She sounded delighted. She opened
the door and ushered me inside. I was  stunned by the sight of nearly sixty
naked women sitting or standing, chatting  with one another, reading, or
writing a letter. They ranged from merely  attractive, like me, to stunningly
beautiful. But all were fit and had taut,  lovely bodies. There was no
privacy of any kind. The showers were communal,  fifteen shower heads in one big
room. The toilets were out in the open, no  stalls at all. Same with the
bidets.
Marie took me to her bunk, number  31, and put her clothes in the trunk at
the foot of the bunk. "You'll get your  uniform tomorrow.  Until then you'
ll  stay nude. It's just as well. If you had clothes you'd be continually
undressing  and dressing." She smiled at my blank look. "Sex. Everyone in her
will want to  try you. But I'm first.  Get down on  your knees."
She sat down on her bunk and I  dropped to my knees in front of her. She
was patient and taught me a lot about  eating pussy in the next twenty
minutes. Some of my boyfriends had liked going  down on me but being on the
receiving end doesn't teach you squat about doing it  yourself. You know what you
like but usually you have no idea how to go about  doing it to someone else.
At least I had no idea. I was used to just laying  back, moaning with
pleasure while my boyfriend licked me.
It was about 8:00 p.m. when I  went to my knees in front of Marie. My fear
and distaste quickly vanished. She  smelled good and tasted good and she
moaned appreciatively as I explore the  delicate folds of her cunt with my
tongue. Lights out was at 10:00 and everyone  had to be in her bunk, face down,
when one of the staff came in for bed check.  By 10:00 I'd gone down on
seven girls, including Marie. One of them had tasted  and smelled awful but the
rest had been pleasant experiences.
I was on my bunk, face down, when  bed check started. Two staff members
with flashlights walked up and down the  aisles. One was Joan. She stopped by
my bunk and crouched down. "Are you  okay?"
I nodded and whispered, "Yes,  Miss Joan."
She chuckled. "Good. Now reach  back and spread your buttocks." I obeyed
and she lubricated my anus with  petroleum jelly before inserting a butt plug
made of hard rubber. "Make sure  this stays in. Someone will check
periodically. If it's out you'll be severely  punished. Understand?"
"Yes, Miss Joan."
She patted my shoulder. "Good.  I'm going to tie you down so you stay on
your belly." She tied my wrists and  ankles to the frame of the cot. My legs
were spread and I felt very vulnerable.  She crouched beside me when she was
done and stroked my back and buttocks until  I stopped shivering. "Good
girl. I'll see you in the morning."
Everything was quiet for a good  fifteen minutes after Joan and the other
staff member left. Then a group of  girls, including Marie, gathered around
my cot. They stroked me and licked me  and kissed me and masturbated me to
orgasm after orgasm. I don't know how long  it lasted but it could have been
as long as an hour. Then, suddenly, they were  gone and I fell asleep a few
minutes later. It's a good thing I have a strong  bladder because I wasn't
freed until six a.m.
In the morning I was untied and  allowed to use the bathroom.
It was hard in full view of  everyone but when I realized that nobody was
paying any particular attention it  got a little easier. After I watched a
cute blonde wipe her ass it go still  easier. I watched her use the bidet and
was surprised at how much it aroused me.  The blonde was still in the shower
room when I entered. She beckoned to me and I  walked over to her. She
poured some shampoo in her hand and said, "Kneel down  and I'll wash your hair."
 I got down on my knees and she shampooed my hair and  then applied
conditioner. After I stood up she washed my body. Then she kissed  me and said, "I'
m going to have you later. I can't wait." We walked out together  and
toweled each other dry.
I still didn't have any clothes  so I went down and ate breakfast nude.
After breakfast, a student took me to  orientation. I spent an hour there,
learning all the rules and shit like that.  Then I was taken to Ms. Hall who
outfitted me with two uniforms, black penny  loafers, knees socks, underwear,
bras, and sports clothing. She also gave me a  razor, shampoo, soap,
toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, etc. etc. etc. Next  stop was the school beauty
salon, a two-chair facility where I had my hair cut  and styled and my pubic
hair removed with warm wax. The hairdresser, Ms. Coombs,  decided to keep my
hair short, because she agreed that the tomboy look suited  me.
I was on my way back to the dorm  to put on a uniform before reporting to
Joan when a man stepped out of an office  and ordered me inside. He bent me
over a desk and fucked me. I had cum running  down my thighs when I resumed
my walk to the dorm. I showered again and got  dressed. I had to admit that I
looked cute and sexy in my uniform. My skirt was  short enough to show a
lot of my slender, firm thighs. I'd almost gotten used to  being nude but I
thought I looked sexier in the uniform.
The rules at Stanton weren't  complicated. Staff members were gods and
goddesses. They could use any student  at any time for almost anything. There
were minor restrictions designed to keep  the students from being damaged in
any way that would lessen their market  value.  Consensual sex between
students was allowable anywhere as long as the students in question were on
their own time. All students had a numbered tag hanging from their collar. This
tag denoted seniority.  I was #54  when I arrived. Your tag number and your
bunk number were the same. At the time  #54 was the highest number,
denoting that I was at the bottom of the totem pole.  The highest possible number
was #60 since the school could accommodate a maximum  of 60 students. Any
student with a lower number could use me sexually as long as  we were on our
own time. Any student with a number from 1-10 could also punish,  within
precise limits, any student with a higher number.
We were taught how to conduct  ourselves in society. We were taught to
speak proper English. We were taught how  to walk, how to talk, and how to dress
for every conceivable occasion. We were  taught history, current events, we
had to read the classics. And we were taught  sexual techniques - the best
ways to please men and women. In short, we were  trained to be courtesans
or, if you prefer, expensive high-class  whores.
Any problems exhibited by any of  the students were dealt with in a manner
uniquely suited to the problem. My  aversion to anal sex had been noted
during one of my interviews. They dealt with  it by having me sleep on my
stomach for the first month with a butt plug in my  ass. For the first two weeks I
was tied down each night. After that, if I'd been  caught without it
inserted I'd have been caned and since canes terrified me more  that taking it in
the ass I never removed a butt plug without permission. Also,  I was fucked
in the ass at least once each day. Often, in front of other  students. And
each time I was fucked in the ass it was followed by a session  where I was
brought to orgasm at least three times, through intercourse,  masturbation,
or cunnilingus. By the end of the month I had learned to tolerate  anal sex
and, later on, to enjoy it.
On my second day, while I was  sitting in a classroom, listening to a
lecture on etiquette, Joan came in with a  cute guy named Jim who worked in the
fitness center. She made me stand up and  strip. Then four of the girls held
me bent over my desk while Jim fucked me in  the ass. I cried in shame as I
was greased and fucked.  Afterward, I was masturbated to orgasm  by one girl
while two others licked my nipples and fondled my tits. Then they  took
turns going down on me. So it's no wonder that after a month of this kind  of
treatment I was tolerant of taking it in the ass.
The girl who was #10 when I  arrived was Asian, from Hong  Kong.
She was a slender beauty with  coal-black hair, beautiful almond-shaped
eyes, and smooth copper skin. She only  had three weeks left before she
finished but she took a fancy to me and used me  every chance she got. She enjoyed
humiliating me and her favorite thing was to  take me into the lavatory and
make me crouch on the floor while she urinated on  me, an activity she was
permitted to indulge in according to the rules. One day,  when I refused to
kneel and let her piss on my face while my mouth was open, she  filed a
complaint with Mr. Samms.
I spent an hour suspended  upside-down with a huge punishment dildo shoved
up my ass. The dildo had Ben-Gay  smeared on the tip. I screamed my guts out
for the entire hour. My throat was  raw from screaming by the time they let
me down. It was the worst pain I've ever  experienced. When I was released
I went and found #10. I stripped naked and went  down on my belly in front
of her. Then I licked her feet in submission and  begged her to piss in my
mouth. She rolled me onto my back and squatted over me.  I choked and gagged
as she pissed into my mouth from a distance of no more than  six inches.
When it was over I  wanted to run to the lavatory and throw up. She made me
crawl on my belly. That  night, as I lay on my bed, tied down, a dozen or more
girls came and pissed on  me. I learned my lesson and never, ever refused
any request, no matter how  disgusting because I knew the alternative would be
worse.
I progressed through my training  and by the time it was over I was a
well-educated whore. I'd had more sex in six  months that in the seven previous
years. I was sent to Paris where I worked out of a high-class brothel located
 not far from the Eiffel Tower. Within three months I was  approached by a
woman named Mirelle who wanted me to herself. She negotiated  terms with
Stanton and brothel and I became her exclusive  property.
As I write this I'm sitting on  the fantail of a 150' yacht anchored in
the harbor at Cannes. I'm using a laptop  that Mirelle bought me. I'm naked,
tanned, and oiled and a pretty sixteen year  old girl is licking my pussy
while I type this story. The girl's name is Leila,  she's a Palestinian
Mirelle found in a refugee camp. Leila believes that  spending her days nude,
licking pussy, is a small price to pay for being rescued  from the camps.

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