The Impure Schoolgirl
The Impure
Schoolgirl
    In which the
punishment fits the crime.
    By
    Pussy-Willow
Penn

    Suddenly the curtain round her bed was pulled back
sharply and a torch light blinded her. Hands roughly pulled back
her bedding and a sharp intake of breath by all five of the other dormitory members made
her heart sink. Her night-gown was up around her waist, her thighs
spread as wide as the bed allowed, a hairbrush with no seeming
handle fully visible between them, even though her hands tried to
cover her naked pussy tightly. She groaned.
    “ S o - we catch you
red-handed ” gloated
Annabel, the dorm monitor. Several sniggers erupted from the
others.
    “Look at her,
girls! Suzy James, the posh slut, abusing herself – as she has
clearly done every night since she arrived ” .
    Suzy could say nothing. She tried to lower
her night-gown, but someone stopped her, someone else pulled her
hands away, and yet someone else shone the torch fully on to her
sopping pussy and then slowly extracted the smooth rounded
hair-brush handle from her inner recesses. It was wet and
shiny.
    “Yeuch!” said the
youngest girl.
    “Exactly, Minnie!
Yeuch!!“ said Annabel. ” Diana - wake Mr. Paul, tell him he has a
major punishment to carry out. Jane – you and I will drag Suzy to
Mr. Paul’s room exactly as she is. Move it, Diana!”
    Diana scuttled out of the dorm and down the
corridor. The others heard her knocking on the Head-Master’s
door. Annabel and Jane roughly pulled Suzy out of the bed, putting
their hands under her armpits and holding her forearms tightly.
    The remaining gir ls, Minnie, the youngest and most innocent,
and shy, deep Carol, gasped as they registered how hard and pointed
Suzy’s nipples were and how clearly they showed through the flimsy
material of her unofficial night-gown.
    “ B ack to bed, the rest of you – and
think carefully on the wages of sin . The sin of impurity will always be heavily
punished. Very heavily! That is why you are at this College. Bear
that in mind”. The girls reluctantly climbed back into their
beds.
    A few mo ments later Suzy and her guards reached Mr. Paul’s room,
the door was already open and Mr. Paul stood inside, somewhat
dishevelled and weary from his interrupted sleep, but still
looking stern enough. Suzy felt her heart sink.
    She was placed before Mr. Paul, who also registered her see-through
night-gown and the prominence of her nipples.
    “ Suzy James! I’ve been expecting
this for quite a while. Caught in the act abusing yourself, I understand? ”
    Suzy nodded dumbly, trying to conquer her fear.
    “ Wearing an unofficial night-gown, which is
forbidden; wearing a night-gown that is see-through and therefore
designed to arouse others – that is even worse! And I know
for a fact it has aroused others !”
    Diana flinched as
though she had been slapped in the face.
    “ A ll in all, you are a bad apple, a
bad example to others in your dormitory – and I have no alternative
– I must punish you most severely ” .
    He looked at the others. “T hank-you Annabel, and all of you, for
taking such positive action. You were right to do so. Now go to
bed, pray to God for a pure heart and body, and go quickly to
sleep. Diana – “, he added warningly, “you especially must take a
care for your soul. I think it will be necessary for us to have a
detailed talk together tomorrow night. Dismissed!”.
    Diana flushed furiously and left quickly, followed by Annabel and
Jane, who looked at each other knowingly as they shut the
door.

    ***

    Mr. P aul sat down on his bed. His towelling robe was
short and his lean and muscular legs were naked below it. As he sat
his thighs were revealed, also naked. Suzy groaned to herself. Her
inner lust for Tim Paul was what fuelled so many of her night-time
orgasms – and they were a closely guarded secret. She told no-one of what went on in
her mind, certainly not of her imaginings concerning Tim Paul – her
self-created image of his naked body, the size

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