This last week seems to have lasted forever.
After your anatomy lesson, you'd decided that it's fruitless to try and remember exactly what your housemaster told you (especially since you were very distracted at the time), so you'd popped to the library, desperate to find a textbook with supplementary material.
That was a waste of time.
The librarian had eyed you with great distain when you'd asked if there were any books on female anatomy you could borrow. He'd said that such a book had nothing to do with your education, and then tried to shoo you away! When you'd told him that it was for person use, he'd grinned at you, then taken you to one side for a little chat about how unimportant it is to please a woman! He'd said that as long as you managed to knock her up, then everything else is irrelevant. He'd offered to give you a book on how children are made, but you'd turned him down; everyone with a brain could tell that babies are made via sex!
You'd left the library quickly, and desperately tried to remember what you'd been told by Housemaster Michaelis. To your dismay, most of his lesson seems to have left your mind!
And so, you've spent all week desperately running around to your fellow classmates, asking them if they know anything about female anatomy. The ones that hadn't laughed in your face had blushed crimson and turned tail, too prude to justify your question with an answer.
So, now you're heading to your housemaster's office, having once again failed his lesson. How many times is he going to be reasonable with you before he loses patience and outs your secret? Maybe if you plead with him on your hands and knees, he'd give you one more chance to please him…
You shake off that thought as you prepare to knock on his door, reaching your hand out. The door swings open before your fist makes contact, revealing none other than the school's headmaster!
Realising who's stood in front of you, you immediately straighten up, and try to act politely. 'Good morning, Sir. I was just planing to ask Housemaster Michaelis to help me with my Latin. I can come back later.' You've never seen the Headmaster up-close like this before, as he tends to keep his distance. From what you've heard, the only other students who get to stand this close to him are the ones he invites to his midnight tea parties, and you've never had an invitation.
The Headmaster, who has his fringe over his eyes, gives you a warm smile. 'By all means, go ahead. I can't have one of my best students falling behind. Would you mind coming to see me in my office when you're finished though? I have something I'd like to discus with you.' That sounds ominous. Hopefully it has something to do with your grades, rather than his meeting with your Housemaster. Surely he wouldn't have told the Headmaster already?
You give the Headmaster a quick bow. 'Of course, Sir. I'll come as soon as I'm done here.' Cooperation in this case is key, as anything else would only make him suspicious. Still, you really wish you didn't have to see him…
The Headmaster offers you a tip of his hat before heading off in the direction of his office, apparently content to take you at your word. With him now gone, you're free to enter the Housemaster's office, and face the consequences of your bad memory.
Housemaster Michaelis clocks your presence as soon as you wanted. He's stood behind his desk at the moment, presumably because he just bid farewell to the Headmaster.
His grin turns sinister. 'Close the door behind you, take off your trousers, give me your underwear, and spread your legs in front of me in the desk. It's time to test your memory.' Well, he's not looking to waste time today! Probably just as well; you want to get any punishment he's planing over and done with.
You get yourself into position without a word, giving the Housemaster your underwear as requested. When you do, he smirks at you. 'I'm officially confiscating these until further notice. I think it'll be fun, sending you off to the Headmaster without them. I wonder if he can smell arousal on a woman sat right under his nose…' you're about to protest, when he silences you with a look; he doesn't seem in the mood to even entertain a protest of any kind.
When you're spread out on his desk, Housemaster Michaelis opens a drawer, and pulls out six carved wooden poles and some kind of gel. The poles look like elongated wooden bullets, right down to the dome shape at the tip. You're about to ask what they are, when his eyes silence you once more.
Housemaster Michaelis picks up one of the poles, and begins twirling it absentmindedly in his hand. 'I was planing to save this punishment for later, but the Headmaster's visit has me rather pent up, and I long to see debauched in some way.
'As you can see, I have six of these charming wooden devices in front of me. I designed them myself for this little game. Now, each one represents one part of you that I named last week. I'm going to ask you the names of each part in turn, and should you fail to give me its name, I shall coat it in this special fluid I've acquired, and inset it into your virginal opening. Oh, and before you ask, yes. Yes I do intend to leave them in their as I insert the others, so I do hope you were paying attention last week, or you're going to find yourself struggling.
'There is one more rule. As you quite obviously already know what an anus is, I'm not going to waste my time asking that. Instead, should you fail to name all five of the other parts of your anatomy, then this sixth one shall be inserted into your anus instead.
'Once the test is complete, we'll evaluate your progress so far, and see if you're ready to take things further next time. When that's sorted, I'll consider removing my toys. Now then, shall we begin?' You don't know why he's asking; you're pretty sure he'd do it regardless.
Still, you have to say something. 'Please Sir, I'm so sorry, but I can't remember any of last week's lesson. I tried to find a book to help me, but the librarian is worse than useless. I don't know if I can take all of those poles in me at once. Please have mercy on me.' It's seems pointless to ask such a thing; when has he ever shown mercy?
To your surprise, he doesn't actually seem that angry. 'I see. Well, since you came clean like a good girl, I'll forgo the final part of your punishment. However, I know for a fact that you can take anything I dish out. So, I'm still going to put my toys inside of you, and you're going to thank me for it, aren't you? Aren't you? Or do I have to run after the Headmaster?' Well, at least he's relented somewhat; you weren't expecting that.
You shake your head. 'You don't have to get him, Sir. I'll do my best to take your punishment. But, if it gets too much, will you stop?' The hell he will, you're just going to have to accept it.
To your surprise, the Housemaster leans in and gives your forehead a quick kiss.
He gently strokes your face as he answers you. 'If it becomes truly unbearable for you, I shall stop. There's no point in me causing you mindless pain. However, your body shall soon have to accept something much wider than these toys of mine; the more prepared you are, the less that it shall hurt when I finally stake my claim.' For a man that could force you into anything for the sake of keeping your secret, your Housemaster truly can be lenient when the mood takes him.
One final smirk is all the warning you get before you feel something hard and cold at your entrance.
You've been so busy listening to your Housemaster speak that you neglected to see what the hand not touching you was doing. Evidentially, it was unscrewing the lid from the bottle of fluid, tipping a pole into it, then lining it up with your entrance, planning to penetrate you at a moment's notice.
That moment is apparently now, as the pole slides into you, meeting very little resistance as it makes itself comfortable inside your body.
You sigh, not expecting your Housemaster to push it in so deeply; you can feel it nudge against something else inside you, presumably another part of your reproductive system.
Housemaster Michaelis confirms this. 'Ah, I appear to have reached your cervix. The easiest way to describe the cervix is that it's the gateway between your vagina and your womb. The opening of the cervix is small enough to allow sperm in, and menstrual discharge out. Naturally, it will also widen enough to let a baby pass through, but we needn't concern ourselves with that. No, all I'm interested in is filling up your vagina. Tell me, how does it feel, having something seated inside of you like this?' You don't know. It feels… different. Slightly uncomfortable, certainly, but there's something else. Pleasure maybe? It could be, but you're not sure.
You vocalise your observations, and Housemaster Michaelis nods thoughtfully. 'That sounds about right. It does take women a while to become used to having things in their vaginas. I think another pole may help you get your thoughts in order.' He selects another of his toys from the pile, and this time you get to watch as he sticks it into the jar and coats it in fluid. You'd initially believed the stuff in the jar was closer to water, but on closer inspection it seems to be more viscous than that.
Before you get the chance to ask what it is, Housemaster Michaelis inserts the second pole, and your walls clench around it, clinging on tightly to both intrusions. This new one seems to be going to be just as deep as it's twin, and you're certain the others will be joining them there soon.
As you try to adjust, you hear a silken voice speaking to you. 'Can you recall the name of the part of you this toy is rubbing against? Think carefully now.' Shit! What was it again? It wasn't quite the womb, and they're in the vagina…
Oh, you've got it. You think… 'The cer-cervix, Sir?' You answer tentatively.
Your Housemaster smiles at you. 'Good girl. Such a good girl. Almost makes me feel guilty for sticking wood into you; you deserve something much better. Now, ready for the next?' You nod, not wanting to disappoint him. Besides, he's already managed two, which is more than you'd expected to take. This third may well be your limit though; you only hope he was being genuine earlier.
The next pole is prepared in the exact same way, only this time you don't watch it; you're worried that doing so will only make you more nervous. Instead, you close your eyes and try to relax, thinking about anything else other than that next pole.
You're just about to start imagining how Housemaster Michaelis looks totally naked when you're stretched open ever wider, this next one bordering on being too painful. You almost beg Housemaster Michaelis to stop, before he does so of his own volition.
You open your eyes, and when you look at your Housemaster, his face is a picture of concern. 'Is it too much too soon? I know you can take it, but it will hurt for the first few times. Still, I confess I'll be disappointed if you can't take three; it'll mean you need even more training than I'd initially thought.' You tremble at the thought of more training, a rush of heat traveling down to your groin. The heat seems to bring more lubrication with it though; enough to convince you to try this one more time.
You shake your head vehemently. 'No, Sir. I can take this third one all the way. I'm not sure if I can do four yet though…' You're secretly relieved that you spoke up earlier. If you hadn't, you'd be looking at five poles in your entrance, and one in your rear. In fact, you may still end up like that; there's nothing you can do to stop your Housemaster, should he decide to do what he had originally planned anyway.
Your statement isn't answered verbally; it's answered by Michaelis pushing the third pole in the rest of the way, giving you no time to think as it joins the others.
A moan leaves your mouth, much to your surprise; such a painful intrusion should have earned a cry of pain. However, you can't deny just how right it feels, being so filled up. You're even willing to bet that you could take all five rods if you had to, but you'd rather not; you just know you're going to be sore later, and having even more things inserted into you won't help matters.
Thankfully, it seems that your plea wasn't lost on Michaelis, as he makes no move to grab a forth pole. Instead, he walks around his desk in a circle, his eyes trailing your body.
When he's done a full circuit, he grins malevolently. 'Good girl. You look so… well, words fail me. It's like my own private work of art. Oh yes, I am going to have so much fun with you next time.
'Speaking of, you'll be glad to know there is no homework this week; well, I suppose there is one; no masturbation. I want you ready to explode when you come here next week, though I must insist that you visit me after dinner; I'll be taking you to my room. Fear not, for I shall make a suitable excuse. You're a talented pupil, after all; it hardly seems outside the realms of possibility that you'd be willing to help me on a little… extracurricular project. Now then, I think you've had enough stretching for now. You're lucky that seeing you managed to calm my temper; the mood I was in earlier, I would have forced you to take all six toys.' The thought makes you shudder, as does the fact that all three poles are removed at once, the sudden lack of an intrusion coming as quite a shock.
With nothing now between your legs, you close them, before sitting up and slicing off the the table.
You make your way over to your trousers on shaky legs, almost falling forwards until a pair of arms snake around you.
Housemaster Michaelis' breath is hot in your ear as he speaks. 'I fear I've neglected both of our needs this time, but not as much as I've been neglecting what I'm sure is a magnificent pair of breasts. Fear not, for those hidden globes shall be worshiped by me the next time we meet. I shall endeavour not to be too rough with them; it may make binding hard if over sensitise them. Now, run along to the Headmaster. Oh, and if you find him intimidating, just remember; if the worse should come to pass, you are excellent at fellatio.' He stabilises your body before letting you go, making sure you don't collapse.
After taking in a deep breath, you manage to redress, hoping that leaving your underwear with your blackmailer isn't a horrible idea.
You offer Housemaster Michaelis a smile as you leave his office, one that he actually returns in part; a half smile still counts as a smile.
With your legs still wobbly from your lesson, you make your way to the Headmaster's office, unsure of what you'll find when you get there.