Grove Academy a story of the New Republic

There is an ancient legend that begins before the formation of the universe as we know it. In this pre-universe there is only Masculine and Feminine energy. Feminine energy seeks to form her own separate universe in which she can thrive alone. Masculine energy seeks to bind, pierce, and dominate the Feminine energy that He is so obsessed with. The Big Bang occurs, and the two energies strive with each other as a Singularity of Consciousness, reconciling the two aspects of itself through all of the actions of the billions upon billions of individual segments playing out this dance through the universe.

This odd thought was in my mind as I walked Michelle and Meghan up to my suite at the Grove Hotel. I was somewhat concerned with exactly how I was going to act out my role in this universe in the immediate future. Also, as I walked between the girls-holding each by the arm above the elbow, I could not help but notice that they were both thinking-“How did this happen to me so quickly?” Both girls were fully nude. Meghan had received a good spanking, but not a brutal ass beating. Just the same, her ass was bright red, and what had recently happened to her ass was completely apparent. She had also received her first real lesson in deep throat cock sucking; the first of hundreds she would receive. As they walked nude, both girls retained the taste of my sperm in their mouths, which they had shared equally before they had swallowed it. Three hours earlier they had both been free and able to give orders to waiters at the birthday party they had been attending. Now they were both under a death sentence, and were the property of the State, in my custody as student sex slaves, with a pretty good idea of what was lying ahead of them. Now they were both wondering “How did this reversal of fortune happen to me?”

As we walked, we occasionally passed other people and both girls made feeble attempts to cover their genitals with their hands. Most of the people we passed were visiting Masters. The Hotel was an attached part of the school bordering on the rest of the village. Visiting Masters would reserve a suite at the Hotel and enjoy the use of a particular student or students, for an afternoon, night, or weekend. There was of course, a rather exorbitant annual membership fee in excess of $100k into this particular club. If you have the money and the inclination, it is worth it. The suites all had large terraces which bordered on the street, but were concealed by vine covered trellises. If you were on a terrace, you could see most of the street below, and certainly hear the street. However from the street, you could only see the trellis, not the terrace. You could however, certainly hear what was happening on the terraces- especially if it was punishment that was happening.

Suites that were in use by Masters usually had some iteration of a punishment bench on the Terraces. When a Master chose to punish a student with a paddle, whip, or cane; the girl’s cries could be heard by every pedestrian on the street. The whacks of a good paddling were unmistakable, especially when accompanied by screaming and begging. As I walked with Michele and Meghan, Masters nodded to me and smiled knowingly at the girls. I stopped to chat with one Master named Jay, who was something of a friend, and I introduced him to the girls. In their naked humiliation, they avoided eye contact with him. He asked me if I minded, and when I nodded, he proceeded to inspect Meghan, turning her around, and stroking her reddened ass. He remarked that I hadn’t been that strict with her spanking, and gave her a hard pinch on the reddest part of her ass. She squealed, and he laughed. He turned her back around and weighed her breasts in his hands, and told her to stand with her feet apart. He put his hand into her crotch and began to put his fingers into her, making her squeal again.

Then he turned his attention to Michelle, who began to tremble as he grasped her arm. She was very slender, and Jay began running the palm of his hand down her thin, flat belly. He ran his hand down to her crotch, just touching the lips of her hairless pussy, without penetrating her. He turned her and caressed her milky white ass, noting how unmarked it was (so far). Opening her ass cheeks with his hand, he put a finger half way into her rectum, and stretched it just a little bit as she also squealed. He took his finger out of her ass, and as he turned her around, he put it into her mouth, telling her to suck it clean. He said, “You’re going to have much more difficult things to taste then this in the immediate future, Little One. You might as well get used to it now.” He took his finger out of Michelle’s mouth, and brought his hand down to her crotch. This time, he did begin to penetrate her with his finger, and was very surprised to discover that Michelle was a very tight little virgin, with a fully intact hymen.

Jay turned to me and asked me if he could have her for the night in order to deflower her. He said, “I’ll be happy to do the hard work for you. I promise to leave her ass intact for you to open.” I thanked him, and declined, telling him that I was going to be opening her that night, but left open the possibility that I might be willing to share her with him, in the fairly immediate future; when penetration would still be painful, uncomfortable, and possibly leading to additional bleeding. He was about to become demanding, when I reminded him which one of us was the Head-Master. And then I decided to become practical and conciliatory.

I offered Meghan to him for the night. I was looking forward to deflowering Michelle. After taking her virginity, I wanted to sodomize her. Sodomize her thoroughly. Before doing any of that, I was going to need to put her in her place with enough of a lesson to make her enthusiastic in her expressions of love for me as she surrendered herself, body and soul. With this in consideration, Meghan was simply going to be an unwanted distraction. Also, I thought Meghan still needed some strict punishment for her behavior toward me earlier in the evening, when I had been a waiter and she had been a snotty little bitch. Jay, in all honesty, was more of a sadist than I am. I think he may have enjoyed torture and punishment more than sex. He immediately accepted my offer.

Meghan began to whimper as I told Jay how thoroughly I wanted him to punish her.  I wanted her ass and the backs of her thighs to be black and blue, and punctuated by welts. This was usually best accomplished by using a wooden paddle very liberally, followed by a rather severe caning. I suggested 50 hard whacks with the paddle, and 20 hard strokes with the cane. He gleefully agreed. Meghan understood just enough of this to realize that she was about to go through a much more harsh and severe session then the session she had just witnessed with the Birthday Girl, Amanda- at the hands of Tomas; and began sobbing in fear. She told Jay, “Please Master, Please don’t punish me like that. I’ll be good.”

Jay took her face in his hands and replied, “My dear sweet little girl, you need to understand that Good is the enemy of Great. Tonight you are going to learn to be great.”  He asked me additionally if there was any sexual act that was off limits for him with Meghan. I told him that there was no act off limits, and that he absolutely had carte blanche with her. I told him finally, “Enjoy her thoroughly in any way you choose.” As he led her away by the arm, I watched her scurrying naked next to him, clinging to him, and begging him not to hurt her, her reddened ass bouncing as she trotted to keep up with him. I was confident that she would be a very humble and obliging little girl when I saw her the following day. For her, rudeness had a very, very high price.

I turned back to Michelle. Standing in the lobby of the Grove Hotel, fully nude, she no longer tried to cover her nakedness in any way. She was 5’3”, and weighed approximately 95lbs. She had just recently grown into her B-cup breasts, and had a wonderful hour-glass figure, with a wasp-like waist that I could encircle with my hands.  Her bare bottom was beautifully rounded. I stroked the side of her face with my hand, and had her look me in the eyes. I smiled at her soul as she blushed and looked down. I kissed her gently on the lips, and held her close to me, inhaling the aroma of her hair. I whispered into her ear, “You are going to love me.”

Michelle answered me in a whisper. “Yes, Master.”

She held one of my hands with both of her hands as we walked to my suite and entered it. I welcomed her with a kiss on her forehead and asked her to brush her teeth in the bathroom. I wanted her mouth fresh tasting. After doing so she came out of the bathroom and was met by me at door, and I believe that she was a little alarmed to find me holding a pair of handcuffs, which I promptly used to cuff her hands if front of her. This was another small dose of reality. I put my arms around her and held her close to me as I enjoyed the scent of her hair and perfume, and then I kissed her deeply. Her mouth immediately accepted my tongue, and I explored her mouth with my tongue and her body with my hands. I fingered her ass and pussy, fondled and squeezed her ass and breasts, and generally began the process of “putting her through her paces”.

After a few minutes of this aggressive foreplay I took her by the hand and led her into my suite. The first room was a living room furnished with a sitting area, a large table, and a punishment bench. The table had a number of items on it: paddles, canes, belts, whips, various restraints, cuffs, latex gloves, and lubricants- all neatly arranged. I led her to the table to look at them, and said-“These things are basically self-explanatory”. I let her look at them for a while in order to allow her to absorb as much as possible and finally turned her around to look at the punishment bench. Since she had already witnessed Amanda being secured, beaten, and raped on a very similar bench, she had a completely clear understanding of its form and function. I told her, “The amount of time that you spend on this bench over the next couple of days will be determined by the way you perform, and the truth I perceive in the feelings you express to me”. I stroked her belly while I said these things, and she answered me that she intended to be a very good girl.

I picked up a 15 inch long wooden paddle and handed it to her, asking her to hold it. I also handed her a Dixie cup and a tube of KY Jelly, along with a couple of latex gloves. With these in her hands I guided her into the next room in my suite, which was of course, the bedroom. I told her that she would probably remember this bedroom for the rest of her life and for the moment left it at that. With me continuing to guide her, we walked through the bedroom out onto the terrace. It was a large terrace with a Jacuzzi, a table with 4 chairs, and a punishment bench. I could hear the people on the street, and see through the trellis down onto the street, but as we were on the third floor, it was impossible for the people on the street to see into my terrace. The people on the street could certainly hear what was happening. As we stood there, I could hear a girl on another terrace screaming, and counting, and yelling “Thank you, Sir!!!” in between very loud whacks.

I had Michelle put all of the things she was holding onto the table, and led her to the guard-rail at the front edge of the terrace, next to the trellis. I began to again kiss and explore her body. I walked back to the table for a moment and picked up a Dixie cup and squeezed it full of KY Jelly. I put on a latex glove and walked back to Michelle swirling two gloved fingers in the Dixie cup, covering them in lubricant. I handed Michelle the Dixie cup and bent her forward over the rail at the edge of the terrace, putting her face into contact with the trellis in front of it. She grunted as I put two fingers all the way up into her rectum, and began to rotate them inside of her. With my bare hand I massaged and squeezed her breasts- none too gently. I did this for 5-7 minutes, stopping every couple of minutes to take my fingers out of her and re-lubricate them, and then re-penetrate her- finally using 4 fingers at the same time. I wanted her to know what was coming and to ask for it. She didn’t resist or complain once.

I finally took my hand out of her, removed the messy glove, and led her over to the table. I wanted to see if she would still kiss me as though she loved me, and she did. I told her, “It’s time for your first lesson”. I had her bend over the table with her cuffed hands in front of her, with her face and stomach and breasts on the table. I told her to get up on her toes, and she did. I stroked her milky white ass briefly as I admired her beauty, and picked up the paddle. I stroked her ass with the paddle for perhaps 60 seconds, feeling her fear and anticipation of what I was about to do to her. I told her to count each whack and to say thank you, just like Amanda had. I told her to beg me to take her hymen. I told her she was going to get a minimum of 25 whacks, but if I wasn’t satisfied with any part of her begging or counting I could easily raise that number to 75. I told her that if she struggled or moved in any way that I would strap her down onto the punishment bench- for an additional 100 whacks. She told me she understood and I brought my arm all the way back and delivered the blow with most of my strength.

She shrieked at the first whack but didn’t move. I think she was very shocked at how much it hurt, even though she had witnessed Amanda’s beating an hour earlier. They are always shocked at their first hard whack. It was a pain beyond anything she had experienced in her young 15 years of life. Just the same, she managed to say “Thank you, Sir”; and “Number one Sir”. I took my time with this paddling. I allowed a space of 30 seconds to a minute between each whack. This gave her time to shriek and count and say thank you, and then gather herself in preparation for the next one while she whimpered and sobbed. I drank in all of these emotions from her as I stroked her nude back and ass with my free hand. I focused each whack on the center of each of her ass cheeks, alternating back and forth. In those two spots, large round bruises began to form by whack number six. It was late night in the Grove, but there were still people on the streets. I could see a couple of people down on the street, looking up at the trellis, trying to visualize through it the event they were hearing.

By whack number 10 the two bruises on Michelle’s ass were two inches in diameter and black and blue. Michelle was sobbing and shrieking, and between each whack she would collapse a little bit onto the table, as though she had lost all the strength in her legs. I would have to remind her to get back onto her toes. I also reminded her that there was something she was going to ask me for. In terror, she began to ask me to please take her to bed and take her hymen. She subsequently included this request with her counting between each whack. With absolutely no encouragement from me, she got progressively louder as she shrieked and begged and shouted her request. The people on the street could hear her from a block away.

At whack 15, I told her that we would take a 5 minute break, and that she should hold her position bent over the table, but to stay on her toes and spread her legs a bit more. She did so while I applied some lubricant to my fingers on one hand. I put one finger into her pussy and forced it slowly through the tiny opening in the center of her hymen. She squirmed for the next 5 minutes, while I fingered her and lubricated that little hole within a hole. Through the entire fingering she kept repeating, “Please Sir, please fuck me.” And she meant it, if only in order to end the beating. But there remained another 10 whacks- at the minimum- and I told her that as I wiped my hand clean with a towel, and picked the paddle up to resume her lesson. And so for the next 10 minutes I paddled her, and she screamed and shrieked and begged me to take her to bed and fuck her. And then………. it was over.

The two bruises on her ass were completely black and blue, and would easily last for a week. A number of men would admire them. Michelle was sobbing and continuing to ask me to take her to bed and fuck her. I told her to hold her position for another 5 minutes, and to use the time to calm down and prepare herself emotionally for giving herself fully to me.

I walked into the suite and undressed, and put on a full length terrycloth robe. I walked back out onto the terrace and drank in the sight of Michelle bent over the table handcuffed. The backs of her thighs were still milky white and untouched. Her beautiful rounded ass had the most incredible black and blue, rounded bruises in the center of each cheek, telling the story by themselves of what had been done to her. She was still up on her toes, and the angle afforded me a perfect view of her partially opened vaginal lips and rectum- both awaiting their fate. I touched them both gently as I stroked her ass and thighs. Neither one of us spoke, but we connected. She had stopped crying, and was awaiting my pleasure.

I told her to stand and helped her up by her arm. I turned her around and took her in my arms kissing her passionately. She responded perfectly. I led her by the hand into the suite and over to the side of the king sized bed. I removed her handcuffs, and told her that having her hands free was a temporary privilege. I opened my robe and took her in my arms. My cock was fully erect, nine inches long and two inches thick. As I took Michelle in my arms, her waist pressed up against it as I kissed her. As I was French kissing her deeply, my hands went from caressing her back down to her ass. I cupped her ass in my hands and squeezed both cheeks firmly to remind her that while she was going to be my enthusiastic lover, I was still going to be her owner; and hurting her while loving her was one of my prerogatives. And she understood it, and continued to give herself to me passionately.

I told her to get onto her knees and she obeyed me immediately. Her face was inches from my swollen cock and her eyes were utterly focused on it. I said simply, “You know what to do now. Start doing it.”  I took her head in my hands as she opened her mouth to accept my cock. I told her to move tongue around it like she was French kissing it. I told her to take more a couple of times as she kept taking more of it until it was finally about halfway in and at the back of her mouth. I told her to take a deep breath and swallow it into her throat. And she did. In the beginning whenever a girl is throat fucked, you feel her throat popping as your cock enters it. Most girls get past that stage with practice and Michelle was going to get a great deal of practice with a very large number of different cocks. The popping experience into her throat would not be permanent. That knowledge made me enjoy it more. I had her suck like this for 3 or 4 minutes, and withdrew my cock from her throat and her mouth. I lifted her up and kissed her deeply again, and she responded in kind- passionately. I put my hand between her legs to gently finger her pussy, and it was dripping wet. I looked her in the eyes and said, “This is going to be amazing”.

I gently had her lay back on the bed, and positioned her on her back the way I wanted her. Getting next to her, I took her in my arms and told her to open her legs, and of course, she did. I got on top of her, and kneeling for a moment between her legs, I positioned the head of my throbbing cock into the parted lips of her pussy. I lowered myself fully onto her and cupped her ass in my hands. I had her wrap her legs around me. She did and was clinging to me tightly with her arms as well as I began to push my cock into her. Her cunt was so tight it was like trying to push one’s self into a closed fist. She grunted with the effort of trying to accept it.

At first it seemed like it would not yield at all while I pushed into her. I applied even more pressure by lifting her ass, and pressing her onto it. In spite of herself she whimpered in pain, but did not object in any way. Slowly, oh so slowly the center hole of her hymen began to tear, and I felt the head of my cock beginning to enter her just a little more. I continued to slowly thrust more, and with each stroke it tore a little further, and she whimpered a little bit more each time. It grew more wet and a little more slippery from her blood, and then the head was fully inside of her and moving. She squealed as her hymen tore more, and she whispered to me that she loved me.

And then I was fully embedded into her. She continued to cling to me and for the next 15 minutes I continued her defloration; plowing in and out of her. I cleared away any vestigial element of her hymen, she continued to squeal, and tell me that it hurt and that she loved me. She continued to tell me that she would do anything for me and promised repeatedly what a good girl she would be. Finally I could no longer contain myself and as I began to explode into her- all thought stopped. There was nothing but the orgasm, her insides as I connected with them, and Nothingness. …..Nothingness.

Conscious awareness returned to me after perhaps 30 seconds or a minute. I was able to see again. Michelle was still clinging to me and kissing the side of my face. As my erection was evaporating, I withdrew slowly from her opened vagina and got off of her, holding her next to me with her head resting on my chest, in a typical post-coital position. I dozed slightly as I stroked her head but was unwilling to fall asleep for the night. Michelle was not yet aware of it, but I was allowing my sex drive 30 minutes to re-charge. Round 2 was approaching, and I intended for it to go on for at least 2 hours.