The Stanton Academy

The Stanton Academy by Laura Davis, F/F/F bnd, humiliation =============================================================== 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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