Fiona and Tim had both been looking forward to the Celwood School open day. The school only took students aged sixteen years or older. Tim had gone there to study for his university entrance exams when he was eighteen. Tim was keen to visit because he was a past pupil and Fiona because she had been excited by the stories Tim used to tell her about his school days. Fiona had most enjoyed the stories Tim had told her about...

Fiona stood up stiffly from the chair and quickly pushed her skirt down. She didn’t want to show Mr Davis any more than she already had done during the caning. Then, without either of them saying anything else, she left the study. As she walked along the corridor towards the science block, she realised that Mr Davis still had her knickers, but that was the least of her worries. What on earth would she tell her boyfriend,...

The next morning Fiona stepped quietly out of the room, leaving Tim asleep in the bed. She was horny and had woken, hoping to resume where they had left off the night before, but he was deep asleep. Frustrated and unable to get back to sleep, she had taken a quick shower, deciding to go for a jog in the warm sunshine. She didn’t run a lot, but when the mood took her she quite enjoyed it and it certainly helped tone up her...

A few weeks after the weekend of the Open day, Fiona was taking a long, lazy breakfast with the Saturday papers. The doorbell rang, and she quickly gathered her dressing gown around her before opening the front door. The postman had her mail together with a special delivery which needed signing for. He handed over a small envelope which was marked ‘Private and Personal’. The name and address were handwritten in a clear ha...

As she put down the phone, Fiona was worried. Tim had called her just as she had got out of her bath. They had been chatting for maybe half an hour as she sat, naked on her bed. As she often did when he called, she had been teasing herself as they talked, pinching and pulling at her nipples, stroking herself, and very slowly and gently masturbating. She was wet again now and quite aroused, but as he hung up she was also w...

On Friday evening I arrived, again a few minutes late. I had forgotten that Mr. Davis’s secretary had asked me to go to his house instead of the school. It wasn’t far away but it took me a few minutes to find where I could park. I rang the doorbell and Mr. Davis let me in, showing me through into his study which was much more comfortably furnished than the spartan office he had at the school. A lad of about Tim’s eighteen...