The School Takeover
PART 1: As well as her role as Deputy Headmistress, Ms Corefuturex also runs classes for the top performing students to give them an extra advantage in life. She normally relishes the chance to impart her wisdom to pupils who are thirsty for knowledge. But today she has other, more pressing things on her mind. She has a meeting later that could change the whole future of the school - not to mention her own career. Nonetheless she tries her best to put her worries to one side and concentrate on teaching a lesson on advanced chemistry.
Barbara and Cassy sit taking notes as Ms Corefuturex explains the complexities of chemical formulas. Both girls are very studious and are determined to take advantage of the extra tuition.
At the front, Ms Corefuturex writes down a series of letters and numbers on the blackboard. She finds it hard to focus and has to stop and think a few times before continuing.
"...And that is how copper sulphate is hydrated," she says, turning to the class.
The schoolgirls look between their notebooks and the blackboard keenly, giving the teacher their full attention.
Ms Corefuturex removes her glasses and rubs her eyes wearily. The stress of what's happening at St Dunstan's is starting to get to her.
"Now girls write this up for your homework," she says in a tired voice, glad that the lesson is almost over.
Cassy can tell that something is wrong with their much respected teacher. "Is something the matter Ms Corefuturex?" She asks in a concerned voice.
Ms Corefuturex looks pensive for a moment, wondering whether she should say something or not. After all, what's being planned will affect her students too.
"You look like something's on your mind," Barbara adds, unnerved by the way their normally unflappable teacher seems so crestfallen.
Ms Corefuturex is still deciding how to answer when there is a loud knock at the door.
Without waiting to be asked to enter, the people outside come barging in - showing no concern about interrupting the class.
Mr Bagshaw marches over to the teacher. "Hello Ms Corefuturex," he says brusquely, "I trust you are ready for our meeting?"
He's early! Ms Corefuturex had deliberately agreed a time when all the pupils would have gone home. "Yes," she says, thrown by the sudden arrival, "Run along girls!"
Barbara and Cassy rush over to the door obediently while Mr Bagshaw looks around the room critically.
Ms Corefuturex watches the girls go, deciding it's better they don't witness what could be quite a distressing meeting for her.
Barbara rushes off, eager to get home. But Cassy holds back. She cannot help but wonder who those two strange men are?
She stops in her tracks and turns back to the door. She knows it's wrong to eavesdrop, but she has a burning curiosity to find out exactly what is going on.
She walks back and puts her ear to the door. She knows she'll be in a lot of trouble if she gets caught. But there's something about the two visitors she doesn't like.
Despite not being offered a seat, Mr Bagshaw walks over to sit down. "As you know, tomorrow my company takes over the running of this school," he says matter-of-factly.
"And you're changing the name from St Dunstan's to the Michael Bagshaw Academy?" Ms Corefuturex asks - still not quite able to believe it.
Outside in the corridor, Cassy listens intently - not liking what she hears.
"Since I now OWN this school it should be named after me, and my family," Mr Bagshaw responds snidely, ignoring the many years of history of the venerable old school.
Already bored, his son Carl walks over to the blackboard and starts writing. Ms Corefuturex wishes there was some way she could save the school from the hands of this grubbly little businessman. But they're in financial dire straits.
Carl turns to his father smugly and says: "She's been teaching the hydration of Copper 2 Sulfate."
"That's kid's play!" He scoffs - raising Ms Corefuturex's ire.
"I teach a select class of the BEST pupils," she says icily.<br />"Then my son Carl will fit in perfectly," Mr Bagshaw replies.
"You may not yet realise it, but your role as Deputy Headmistress is in jeopardy," he adds in a threatening tone.
Cassy is horrified! How dare that odious little man and his arrogant son come in here and speak like that to Ms Corefuturex!
"My boy will be attending your class and I will hear, first hand, how it is run," Mr Bagshaw concludes.
"Noooo!" Cassy says under her breath. This simply cannot be allowed to happen!
She rushes off to try and catch Barbara up. They need to work together to come up with a solution - and quickly.
The next evening and true to his father's word, Carl Bagshaw turns up to Ms Corefuturex's class. He sits down boldly. "I'll sit here," he announces as though daring someone to disagree.
"Cassy, this is Carl Bagshaw. A new pupil here at St Dunstan's," the teacher says, a slight edge to her voice.
Carl turns to Cassy. "The Michael Bagshaw Academy. My father now owns this school," he says boastfully.
"Sorry, yes. The Michael Bagshaw Academy, "Ms Corefuturex corrects herself. It's going to take some getting used to that's for sure.
She turns to the board. "Open your text books at page 69. Crop Rotation in the 16th to 18th Centuries," she says as she starts writing.
"Will we be reading John Townsend?" Cassy asks - keen as ever to learn.
Carl turns to look at her with contempt. "It's CHARLES Townsend," he says patronisingly as though she were stupid.
"And I thought this class was for the top stream?!" He mutters - loudly enough so that both Cassy and the teacher can hear him.
Cassy looks round at him as he tuts and starts busily writing in his book. Who the hell does he think he is?
She looks him up and down. Well she's more than a match for the likes of <em>him</em>! He'll soon learn what happens to boys who threaten her precious St. Dunstan's. And so will his father too.
She looks down at the slip of paper in her hand - a key part of her plan. She's already explained Barbara's absence as being off sick with a tummy ache. Now she hopes she can be just as convincing for the next phase.
The lesson comes to an end and the bell sounds. "And your homework will be to critique chapters 4 to 9 in the original Gaelic," Ms Corefuturex says.
Cassy takes a deep breath and puts on her best smile. It's time to get started!
She walks up to the teacher. "Nurse Dury gave me this note for you," she says, handing over the piece of paper.
"Thank you Cassy," says Ms Corefuturex. She reads it then looks up. "Oh! Carl you have to stay in the classroom for your physical exam with the school doctor tonight," she announces. It's a little unorthodox - normally physicals would be done in the privacy of the doctor's office. But she's sure the doctor must have his reasons...
PART 2: What Cassy overhears in the corridor is deeply troubling. Her favourite teacher could be about to get the sack! And that's without the arrogant Carl Bagshaw walking around like he owns the place. But Cassy is a very clever girl and she's sure she can come up with a plan to defeat the Bagshaws, save Ms Corefuturex and restore the St Dunstan's name!
Carl casually gets up from his desk, seemingly unperturbed by the thought of a physical exam.
"I hope you will still have enough time for your homework," Ms Corefuturex says in a mock caring voice.
"Actually I pre-empted your request and completed my homework during lunch," Carl says as he swaggers towards her.
"I've done all the chapters, not just the ones you've asked for," he continues in a smug voice.
DAMN! Ms Corefuturex was hoping to find a way to take him down a peg or two - but he seems to have outwitted her.
"I hope that's alright?" He finishes, handing her his notebook. It's almost as though he can read her mind and the teacher realises it's not going to be easy to get one over on him.
"Yes. Fine," she answers abruptly, "the doctor will be along in a few minutes I'm sure."
She sees Cassy hovering by the door. "Cassy, I'll walk with you," she says - suddenly keen to get away from the sneering boy.
She hurries over to the schoolgirl and they both leave together. Carl watches them go contemptuously.
He makes himself comfortable while he awaits the doctor.
The door opens and someone walks in.
The woman in the doctor's outfit coughs to get Carl's attention. "Carl Bagshaw?" She queries.
Carl looks round. He's startled to see a woman - he was expecting a male doctor. But he recovers his composure quickly: "Hello. Yes, that's me."
"I'm Dr Philips," the woman says. He jumps up and shakes her hand manfully, trying to show he's perfectly OK with the idea of a female doctor.
"Physical fitness is held in very high esteem at the school," Dr Philips says in a serious tone of voice.
"You'll find I am in top shape. What's first?" Carl says - to mask the feelings of discomfort he feels at having to be examined by a woman.
"Well let's not waste time," the woman says, "undress to your pants."
Carl stands there hesitantly. Despite his confident exterior he finds himself suddenly nervous around the mysterious doctor.
But he cannot risk word getting back to his father that he's been disobedient - so he starts to undress.
He places his blazer neatly on a chair, with Dr Philips watching him keenly.
He removes his tie, starting to feel under pressure.
Carl has undergone physicals before of course. But they were always with a male doctor and somewhere much more private than a classroom.
He thinks about insisting they go to the doctor's office - but doesn't want to appear weak or scared so keeps his mouth shut.
It's unnerving for Carl the way the woman looks him over as he removes his shirt. There's something about her that is unsettling.
He unbuckles his belt, trying to avoid her gaze. Hopefully this will be over quickly and he can get off home.
Carl decides he'll suggest to his father that any female doctors at The Michael Bagshaw Academy be replaced by men.
That's how it should be. He shouldn't be expected to strip down to his underpants in front of a woman like this!
Nonetheless, Carl knows he must do as he is told. He may have little respect for the doctor but he knows there will be hell to pay if he shows his father up.
He adds his trousers to the pile of clothing on the chair...
...then turns round and faces the doctor apprehensively.
The woman brings her stethoscope to her ears, ready to begin the examination.
Carl flinches as the cold metal disk is pressed to his chest. So far though it's just a run of the mill physical.
Dr Philips moves the stethoscope around, telling him to breathe in and out as she does so.
"Flex your arms. Show me your biceps," she demands and Carl does so.
He finds it a little odd that the woman listens to his bicep. Surely that's not a recognised medical practice?
But he decides she must know what she is doing. And besides - he's proud of his body and flatters himself that the doctor is impressed by him.
As Dr Philips continues, he's so engrossed that he doesn't notice the door being opened.
Cassy enters quietly.
It's only when she's fully in the room that Carl becomes aware of her presence. "What the...? What's <em>she</em> doing here?" Carl demands to know.
The doctor ignores his question. "Oh, hello Cassy!" She says, greeting the girl warmly.<br />"Hello Doctor. I hope I haven't missed anything?" Cassy responds.
"No Cassy, I've just started," Dr Philips says. "Assisting me with Master Bagshaw's physical examination will be most helpful in your training to become a nurse." Carl stiffens - he has taken an instant dislike to Cassy and can tell the feeling is mutual. So why is she standing there grinning evilly at him?
PART 3: Carl thinks himself as being in top shape so isn't overly concerned about the school physical at first. But when Cassy turns up he starts to feel a little unnerved. He knows she doesn't like him, so why does she seem to be so pleased to be there? Stood in just this underpants Carl doesn't yet realise that he's being tricked and this is going to be one physical exam that he'd wish he hadn't agreed to.
"I don't think it's really appropriate that <em>she's</em> here," Carl says haughtily.
"I beg your pardon? At THIS school we place great importance on education so Cassy will most definitely remain," The doctor retorts angrily.
"It would be good for me to start with someone at the peak of health," Cassy says ingratiatingly.
"Good. Cassy can you slowly take this boy's underwear down and make notes?" Dr Phillips says as though the matter were decided.
Carl frowns but cannot think of a good reason to stop the procedure as Cassy moves close to him.
He feels her hands take hold of his y-fronts and feels a jolt of energy surge through him.
"Move your hands aside please," the girl says as she starts to slide his underwear down.
Carl looks away as the base of his penis and big bushy pubes are revealed.
Cassy struggles with the garment as it catches on his thighs making the boy increasingly nervous.
It's not that he's eager to be stark naked, but the agonising wait for the schoolgirl to remove his pants sets him on edge.
But it's still a shock when she yanks them right down and his willy bursts out for all to see.
Cassy removes his underpants completely - he won't be needing them again any time soon if all goes to plan.
She looks up, pleased to see him looking worried but clearly still not suspicious.
The doctor hands Cassy a notebook so she can write down their observations.
Cassy gets down on her hands and knees and peers at Carl's penis.
She starts scribbling something and the boy strains to see what it is. But her handwriting is so small it's impossible.
"Carl? Why are you standing like that?" Dr Phillips says impatiently. "Put your hands behind your back immediately."
With the two of them looking at him expectantly all Carl can do is say "OK, yes," in a small voice and do as he is told.
The moment his hands are safely behind him the doctor leans forward and puts her stethoscope against his dangling appendage.
"What are you doing there Dr?" Cassy wonders.
"Boys have a blue vein running along the top of their penises. I need to listen to it," Dr Phillips explains.<br />"Oh, I see," Cassy says.
Carl can feel the doctor's hands on his willy followed by the cold metal of the disk as she presses it against him.
He closes his eyes, trying to calm himself as he feels a sense of arousal at the intimacy of the two females.
"What's that chaffing?" Cassy asks inquisitively.
"Oh. That is evidence of masturbation," the doctor replies making Carl cringe with embarrassment.
"Some young men lack self control and cannot resist rubbing their protuberances for pleasure," she continues - much to Carl's discomfort.
The doctor looks up at him accusingly and he cannot meet her gaze. He never realised that having a crafty wank from time to time would leave visible evidence!
"Should I hold it up for you?" Cassy offers helpfully.<br />"Yes please," Doctor Phillips says.
As though she does this sort of thing all the time, Cassy boldly lifts Carl's penis up so the doctor can continue to examine it in close detail.
Carl tenses up. It's most troubling having his privates touched by women like this. Not least because he cannot help but find himself getting aroused.
He knows he mustn't but it's not easy to ignore the delicate touches of Cassy and Dr Phillips.
He tries to clear his mind of the naughty thoughts that flood in and think of mundane things like chemical formulas.
"Aren't these testicles a little small?" Cassy wonders aloud, breaking Carl's chain of thought.<br />"You should remember that this is just a boy. Tiny genitals are to be expected," the doctor replies.
"Carl Bagshaw. Small boy's penis and testicles," Cassy says as she writes it down in his notes.
She glances up to check they're still managing to string him along. It's almost too easy! But then boys like Carl are so arrogant they never suspect someone might be able to get one over on them.
"Why not use your hand to feel how small his testicles are?" The doctor suggests to Carl's horror.
Trying to hide her keenness, Cassy gingerly reaches towards Carl's exposed genitals.
She holds his penis out of the way and gently cups her hand around his hairy ball sack.
She hefts his testicles in her palm as though weighing them.
"Should I squeeze them?" Cassy asks sweetly.<br />"Yes - please feel free," Dr Phillips replies much to Carl's chagrin.
Without giving Carl any warning, Cassy grabs hold of his nuts and gives them a hard squeeze. The schoolboy yelps as he's given his first taste of what the cunning schoolgirls have in store for him. He'll soon regret his earlier swagger as Cassy and Barbara put him firmly in his place!
PART 4: Carl has never been so nervous in all his life. With his delicate and sensitive testicles in Cassy's grip he realises just how vulnerable he is. But his own pride won't let him make a fuss - particularly since that would be frowned upon by his father. So he must stand there and endure whatever the 'doctor' and her assistant want to do to him. Little does he realise that the examination is a sham and the schoolgirls are playing him for a fool.
Cassy looks up at Carl with a grin as she squeezes his nuts in her hand, delighting in the power she has over him.
Carl inhales sharply with the pain and shock. What are they doing to him?
He bites his lip to stop himself from screaming like a girl as Cassy twists his ball-sack and crushes his testicles in her hand.
She mashes them till they start to throb making the boy feel dizzy and sick to his stomach.
This will teach the arrogant prick what happens to anyone who tries to change their school!
Both girls look at the pained expression on Carl's face and cannot help but grin. His eyes are closed and he tries to control his breathing - but it's very, very difficult.
Nonetheless he lets out a yelp when Cassy gives his balls an extra hard squeeze.
"AAAARGHH!" He shrieks - unable to hold back any longer as the girl yanks on his scrotum with all her strength.
"Please maker her stop. I think I'm going to be sick!" Carl says in a serious voice.
"Well really," Doctor Phillips says scornfully. "I don't know about your last school, but here at St Dunstan's - I mean the Michael Bagshaw Academy - we expect more from our boys."
Cassy lets go of his genitals to Carl's relief. But the examination isn't over yet. "We might as well move on. Up onto the table," the doctor says.
"Why?" Carl asks nervously.<br />"To inspect your backside of course. Hop to it," comes the reply.
Cassy stops smiling immediately when Carl looks around at her before clambering up on the desk.
It's hard keeping a straight face. But it's essential that Carl doesn't realise he's being taken advantage of until they have all that they need.
But when he's head is turned, the two schoolgirls exchange knowing glances.
Carl feels the two of them lean towards his exposed backside.
"I need to check your posterior to make sure you haven't been putting anything into your anus," the doctor says matter-of-factly.
"What!? But I've never..." Carl splutters. But the doctor ignores him and she and Cassy start to examine his behind.
'He can't be <em>that</em> clever if he's so ready to accept this as being a genuine physical!' Cassy thinks, smiling at her friend.
She assists Dr Phillips by pulling Carl's buttocks apart.
Carl tries to peer over his shoulder to find out what's going on but he cannot see.
He can definitely feel though - the hands on his cheeks as well as the stethoscope being pressed against his skin.
He jumps as the cool metal disk is placed over his sphincter.
'What can she possibly be listening to?' He wonders. But he's been raised not to question people in authority so assumes the doctor must know what she is doing.
"Now I am going to give him an injection," Dr Phillips announces casually.
"And you can assist me Cassy. It will be most helpful for you to learn how it's done."
"An injection?" Carl wonders out loud, fearfully.
"Oh. Erm. It's part of the government's vaccination programme," the doctor says, looking sideways at Cassy.
Cassy pulls so that the entrance to his anus is opened.
"No you may feel a little prick," Dr Phillips says as she applies lubricant to the thing in her hand.<br />"That sounds appropriate," Cassy mutters under her breath.
Carl tenses up. He's not fond of injections at the best of times. But it's very disconcerting when you cannot see what is going on behind you!
He nearly jumps out of his skin as he feels something very large and blunt brushing against his hole. What kind of needle is that?
Then he experiences a stabbing pain so intense and shocking that he can barely breathe.
Doctor Phillips slowly but surely drives the vibrator into Carl's rectum.
He starts to pant with the horror and pain of being anally penetrated for the very first time.
This is a totally different and even more intense experience than having his testicles squeezed.
He tries to clench and stop the 'needle' from being pressed deep into him - but there's nothing he can do.
"Can I take photos, for my studies?" Cassy asks politely.
"Of course!" The doctor agrees - passing the girl a phone to use.
"Noooo!" Carl begs. Having his arsehole stretched is bad enough - but if the photos get out he'll be a laughing stock! Tears roll down his cheeks as the full scale of his predicament hits him.
PART 5: Young Carl might walk around boasting like he's a man of the world but in reality, despite his father's money, he's just an inexperienced schoolboy. The "needle" that Doctor Phillips is using on him is agony but that's nothing compared to the terror of finding out that Cassy is allowed to photograph his debasement! How will he be able to look the other pupils in the eye if the pictures get out?
Carl is used to being able to demand whatever he wants and getting it. But here and now he's totally unable to stop the schoolgirl from using her smartphone to take photos.
He can hear the click of the shutter and each time it makes him jump.
At the same time, the pain from having the "needle" jabbed onto his rectum just seems to be building.
Barbara and Cassy make sure to get nice clear photos of the vibrator going into Carl's backside. They'll need them for the next part of their plan.
Barbara yanks the plastic device out...
...before shoving it roughly back in - causing the boy to emit a satisfying yelp.
Carl cannot believe that a medical practitioner is causing him so much agony and suffering. This would never have been allowed at his old school!
He pants with pain at the relentless battering his anus is getting at the hands of the doctor and her assistant.
With her free hand, Cassy reaches between his legs and grabs hold of his penis.
She starts to tug on it knowing that the combination of pleasure and pain will really mess with Carl's head.
Cassy angles the camera to show a hand on the boy's penis - the more pictures she can get the better.
Carl grimaces in torment. His bottom feels like it is being split wide open and it's more than he can bear.
Doctor Phillips drives the vibrator in as far as it will go, almost letting go of it.
"PLEASE!" Carl begs - giving up on trying to hide his feelings.
But the girls ignore him completely - with Cassy continuing to tease his willy while Barbara plunders his arse.
Carl sweats and sobs openly. This is the worst thing he's ever experienced in his over-privileged life!
Teardrops drip from his nose but he no longer cares. All he wants is for the pain to stop and the terrible schoolgirl to stop taking pictures. "PLEASE, NO MORE!" He says shrilly.
"OK, no need to make such a fuss," says the doctor, removing the vibrator. Carl nearly falls off the desk in his eagerness to sit on his bottom and keep it safe.
But doing so brings fresh pain as he realises that sitting is going to be very difficult for a few weeks at least.
"Shhh, it's all right," says Cassy soothingly, making Carl relax ever so slightly. "We can continue this another time!" She adds with glee.
Carl closes his eyes at the thought. Oh no! Just when he thought his ordeal was finally over.
"Please may I go now? I don't feel very well," he says pathetically.
Doctor Phillips and Cassy smile at him. It's satisfying seeing the cocky schoolboy reduced to a nervous wreck at their hands.
He edges away from them, finding their grins highly disturbing.
He starts to wonder whether everything is quite as it seems. He's never heard of a needle that goes up your bottom and vibrates furiously before!
Before he can give voice to his concerns the doctor speaks: "Carl," she says abruptly, "I have something for you."
"Give this letter to your father," she says, handing him a slip of paper.
Carl takes the note in bewilderment. "It's about a meeting with the Headmistress. She comes back from holiday tomorrow," the doctor continues.
"You'll be sure to make sure he sees it straight away won't you? Otherwise we might have to tell him about your failure to complete your medical." Her warning makes Carl tense up once again.
All he can do is nod his head weakly, deciding he doesn't like this school one little bit!"
The next day and it's Cassy's turn to impersonate someone. She wipes the blackboard clean, trying to create an image of calm authority.
She hears a knock at the door. It seems that even Michael Bagshaw is intimidated by headmistresses.
"Come!" She says and the door opens. Mr Bagshaw peers round. "Miss Wilkes? Michael Bagshaw," he says politely.
Cassy shakes his hand warmly. "I didn't have a chance to meet you yesterday. I've just returned from holiday," she says.
"Oh where did you go?" Michael asks.<br />"Erm... Honolulu," Cassy replies.
"Ah! Hawaii. I know it well. Did you venture out to the East? I have a condominium there," Mr Bagshaw cannot help but show off.
Cassy doesn't want to risk exposure so cuts the conversation short. "Er, No. Waikiki. Anyway, I need to talk to you about a delicate matter," she says solemnly.
"Oh?" Queries the businessman.<br />"It's about your son Carl," Cassy starts, "He's only been at the school one day and I'm afraid to say he is leading the other pupils astray."
"My Carl? You must be mistaken. He's a good boy," Mr Bagshaw says defensively.
"I'm afraid not," the fake headmistress says, trying not to smile, "In fact he's been caught do something incredibly perverse and disturbing..." Now it's time for the next stage in their plan - to reel in the pompous Mr Bagshaw.
PART 6: Carl is relieved to be free of the terrifying "doctor" and her assistant but his ordeal is far from over. As he sits at home in his bedroom in shame, his father has been summoned to a meeting with someone he believes to be the Headmistress. Little does Michael Bagshaw realise that Cassy is about to lure him into a trap using Carl as the bait. He's used to being the one in charge but he's soon going to find out what it's like to be powerless and at the mercy of Cassy and Barbara.
Michael Bagshaw sits staring at the Headmistress in disbelief. Surely there has been some mistake? His Carl would never do anything to bring shame on the family.
"He's..., how can I put this?" Miss Wilkes wonders aloud - building up the tension.
"He's set up an anal wanking group with the other boys," she says finally, closing her eyes at having to say something so distasteful.
"A what?" Asks Mr Bagshaw in puzzlement.
"He gets boys together. In the toilets. At break times," Miss Wilkes says, "and they stuff vibrators up their arses in an attempt to, *cough* bring themselves off!"
"That is an outrageous slur!" Mr Bagshaw replies angrily.
Miss Wilkes gets up from her desk and makes her way round to the businessman who sits fuming at her accusation.
She gets out a mobile phone and brings up the photo gallery.
She hands it over to Mr Bagshaw who takes it silently, still reticent to believe his son would behave in such a manner.
He stares at the screen aghast. There are indeed photos of Carl with a vibrator sticking out of his bottom!
He exhales loudly and rests his head on his hand. These pictures could ruin them all! The business he spent years building up would collapse in an instant.
"There there," says Miss Wilkes soothingly, placing her hand on Mr Bagshaw's knee.
Her hand starts to wander up his leg.
"Part of the perversion is they take pictures and spread them around. Snapchat and so on," she says - as if to highlight the severity of the situation.
Mr Bagshaw gulps. He tries to focus on what the woman is saying but he's suddenly distracted.
"He likes exposing himself like this. He likes the humiliation. Especially if all the girls in the school see him like this," the Headmistress continues.
"Oh NO?!" Mr Bagshaw says in horror.
Miss Wilkes' hand wanders right up to the man's crotch.
"Don't worry. I've put a stop to it, BEFORE all these photos and worse, were spread around the town," she says.<br />"That's very good of you," the man mumbles in reply.
"I know a lot of fathers would be happy for their sons to be admired by all the girls in the school. Get off on it even. But not pictures like <em>this</em>," Miss Wilkes says with emphasis.
She boldly sits on the man's lap as though they'd quickly become firm friends.
"The problem is," she says, "I am so busy and it only takes one picture to slip out and Carl's future could be ruined."
"I appreciate you can't spend all day doing it but..." Mr Bagshaw says almost pleadingly when the Headmistress cuts him off.
"Let's put it this way," Miss Wilkes says stroking his hair, "I will stop these pictures getting out if you do something for me. I've always found money and power attractive."
"What do you want from me?" He asks weakly. <br />"Undress," comes the clear demand.
Mr Bagshaw knows he has no choice. And if he has to strip off for the Headmistress to keep the dirty little secret then so be it.
He stands up and loosens his tie. After all, it's just a regular business transaction really.
He unbuttons his shirt. He does a favour for the Headmistress and she does one for him - simple.
But of course it's far from simple and he doesn't know just how much Miss Wilkes / Cassy despises him.
Miss Wilkes tries not to laugh. It seems the father is just as gullible as the son!
Mr Bagshaw undoes his trousers, still telling himself that everything will be OK and that taking his clothes off isn't that big a deal.
Nonetheless he starts to feel increasingly uncomfortable the more layers he removes.
And he pauses when he gets to his underwear, suddenly realising just what he's about to do.
But his family's good name and business interests must come above considerations of his own dignity.
So he slides his underpants down, aware that he is exposing his genitals to the Headmistress as he does so.
Miss Wilkes keeps her mouth tightly shut to stop herself from giggling at the shy way the big businessman strips for her.
Mr Bagshaw sits down to take off his underwear completely, aware of the woman looming over him and watching his every move.
Miss Wilkes carefully evaluates his body, comparing it with his son Carl's.
Finally Mr Bagshaw takes off his socks and is stark-bollock-naked!
He stands before Miss Wilkes warily. Well - he's kept his part of the bargain. Surely now he can rely on her discretion regarding the appalling photos of his son? But Mr Bagshaw's ordeal is only just beginning and keeping the Headmistress on side is going to cost him more than he realises...
PART 7: Cassy is really getting into her role as the mysterious Miss Wilkes. She is so convincing that Mr Bagshaw completely believes she is the Headmistress! The sense of power thrills the schoolgirl but she has to remain composed or risk blowing her cover. There is much at stake and it's important she get the businessman completely under her power in order for the plan to work...
"Put your things over there Mr Bagshaw," Cassy says careful to keep her voice authoritative.
Mr B humbly obliges aware of the chill of the air in the room on every inch of his bare skin.
Cassy is screaming with excitement inside. Spying on the stupid boys at school is one thing, but to have a fully grown handsome father stark naked in front of her is a thrill!
Her eyes slide down his bare chest to his stomach and she surveys his bushy pubic hair and heavy full cock...
It's such a contrast to his son's more boyish body and tender anatomy.
This is a fully grown businessman who spends all his days in important meetings and now he's fully exposed just for her!
Although he stands taller than her he feels diminished and small now that he's naked in front of her.
He's normally the one calling the shots in the office with a team of submissive secretaries working beneath him. Being at a disadvantage and at the mercy of a woman of authority is a startling change.
There is no way that Cassy is going to rush this. She's going to enjoy every second of having this naked man at her command.
She brazenly gazes at his masculine features while sliding her hands up his body.
The mid-day stubble prickles her fingers as she runs her hand over his face.
Quickly she drops her hands back down to the pendulous weight of his cock and balls.
Michael gasps as she confidently takes his genitals in hand.
Her fingers slide to the end of his cock feeling how the foreskin slides over the bulbous tip.
Michael holds his breath feeling himself growing aroused against his will. Just what is this woman planning?
She confidently squeezes his foreskin and slides it back.
Cassy is delighted to see how easily it pulls back to reveal the pink glans of his penis.
Now she runs her hands down to the heavy weight of his scrotum thinking about how this fertile man has fathered the boy she tricked and used.
He bashfully looks down while she stares directly at him as he has no idea what's happening here, but he's completely compliant.
She grasps his face letting him know that he belongs to her now and better do whatever she says.
Michael stiffens as she takes him fully in hand, sliding her hands down his naked body.
His pert smooth arse has just a little heft and she can't resist squeezing it.
She grasps his cheeks with her fingers nearing his crack and he can't help recalling the photo he just saw of his son with a vibrator up his arse.
He wonders for the first time in his life what it must feel like to be penetrated. The thought disgusts him!
"Now," she says quietly but firmly. "On your knees."
He instantly complies thinking he'll apologize and humble himself before her and then this will be over!
He brokers multi-million pound deals at his office and commands the respect of everyone on his floor.
Now here he is naked on his hands and knees staring at a strange woman who has him trapped!
"Kiss my shoes," she demands.
She holds out her foot and his face burns in shame. Can he really do this? Humiliate himself like this? But there is no choice...
He leans forward and puckers his lips to kiss her foot.
Michael kisses up her foot and as he does so he inhales the smell of her feet.
Cassy has never felt so empowered, so alive and so turned on! She can't believe this stupid man has actually fallen for her trick and now grovels naked at her feet!
He crawls around the floor kissing her foot all over feeling his knees scrape against the scratchy carpet.
He's aware of how his body is so exposed now in this position, his arse cheeks parting slightly and his cock and balls dangling between his legs.
Michael knows at any moment someone might walk in and see him in this outrageously humiliating position, arse up as he worships this woman's feet.
This abrupt reversal of power is strangely thrilling for him. He spends all day confidently commanding his team and making decisions. Now he's utterly powerless with his only duty to obey. Ever so gently he removes her shoe.
He squats down as far as he can go to suck her toes. He's now aware of how physically beneath this woman he is.
Michael grovels and begs in between kissing her feet, "Please... don't ruin my son's education."
This is working out better than Cassy planned. She feels so energized and turned on now knowing she can get this naked man to do anything...
PART 8: Cassy has successfully convinced Mr Bagshaw that she's the Headmistress and that she can ruin his son's education and life by releasing dirty pictures of the boy publicly. She's even convinced him to strip naked and grovel like a mutt! She's confident she can get this hot daddy to do whatever she wishes now...
Michael's mouth is filled with Cassy's toes as he sucks each in turn and his nostrils are filled with the scent of her feet. It's like his tongue is coated with a sour taste he'll never be able to rid himself of.
He crouches down overcome with shame at his sorry naked state worshipping this confident woman towering over him.
In one swift motion, Cassy replaces her shoe leaving him staring up at her with no idea of what might happen next.
"Now crawl," she hisses down at him. "Crawl after me!"
Cassy leads him around the room. His bare hands and knees move along the carpet as he obediently follows her.
He feels like nothing more than a beast pathetically trailing after her.
Cassy gazes down admiring the way the pale twin globes of his arse cheeks pump back and forth as he crawls.
Michael is enraged that he's been reduced to such a low position. The feeling of having to relinquish all control makes his stomach twist in a knot.
She flicks her hand ordering him to stay close behind. Angry and humiliated he stares at her shapely calves and the pleats of her skirt aware of a stirring arousal.
It's like she's a powerful giantess standing over him while he's a sorry desperate animal!
He bows his head kissing her feet again aware of his bare arse pointed vulnerably up in the air.
"Again!" she orders in a thunderous voice. "Kiss them!"
Instantly he plunges his head into her feet kissing them intensely.
He's overcome by the perverse thrill of serving her every command.
If his colleagues, friends and family saw him here, naked and licking her feet like a pathetic dog he'd be ruined forever.
The excitement of this notion and the physical sensation of bending over naked in the middle of his son's school makes his cock stir.
Barbara slips into the room and is agog to see Carl Bagshaw's father naked on the floor demeaning himself!
Cassy proudly grins. Look at what she's made this arrogant sexy fool do!
Michael is so intent on serving this woman he doesn't even hear the door open and someone enter.
Barbara quickly gets her phone out to take pictures. Both girls are bursting with excitement! This is priceless!
Michael whips his head up suddenly hearing a photo being snapped, "What's that?" Who is this girl? What's happening?!
"Barbara those will make great pictures for your photo exhibition," Cassy observes.
His face flares in a panic and he feels an awful sinking sensation in his stomach.
"What?!?"
"Oh dear. It looks like you're going to have to put up with perpetual blackmail," Barbara says in a sassy tone of voice.
'Blackmail? How did she know...? Is this all a set up?' Michael wonders in a panic, the pieces sliding horrifically into place in his mind.
"Unless you want you and your son to be a laughing stock of the town," Cassy grins wickedly. "Stand up!"
Michael can't believe he's been duped! Barbara hands Cassy a cane.
"Bend over," Cassy orders.
What choice does he have but to obey? Now there's photographic evidence of both he and his son's humiliation!
Cassy admires the plump target of his arse with his genitals hanging uselessly between his legs.
She draws her arm back and brings the cane crashing down with all her strength!
WHACK!
He grunts feeling a stinging sensation shoot through his entire body and the vicious burning on his arse!
The girls feel so empowered and alive caning this big masculine man. Cassy whips him with the cane in a frenzy!
Every lashing leaves a fine red line on his arse. Barbara takes the opportunity to reach between his legs and handle that meaty cock.
"This is to teach you a lesson," Cassy says reaching back for another strong strike.
The sound of the cane whooshing through the air and the sharp crack as it connects with his flesh fills the room.
"Argh!" he moans feeling a new level of shame along with the intense pain.
His heart is beating frantically and he's totally breathless feeling his cock persistently rubbed and his arse disciplined as if he were nothing but a helpless boy again. He doesn't know how he'll ever overcome this humiliation!
PART 9: Even though he's a respected businessman, Mr Bagshaw is made to feel like a naughty schoolboy by domineering Cassy. Bent naked over a desk Cassy takes her cane to his big pale arse. This is the most humiliating experience of his life being disciplined in front of this fearsome woman and a smiling schoolgirl.
Cassy raises her arm to give Mr Bagshaw's arse another firm lash enjoying the red lines appearing across those pale cheeks.
The cane whooshes through the air and hits his arse with a firm crack!
"UMMPH..." Mr Bagshaw grunts trying to grit his teeth and not show how sharply it hurts.
Cassy feels energized by his red arse and his huffs. She wants to hear him howl!
"This is to teach you a lesson!" WHACK!
Not only does the caning send a shock of pain through his body, but he feels crushed by how outrageously demeaning this is.
Barbara reaches around to grasp his thick cock and stroke it at the same time.
She slides his foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of his cock and feels him harden in her hand.
Barbara grins in satisfaction seeing him wince in pain mixed with the excitement of his cock stirring.
Mr Bagshaw moans feeling completely overwhelmed by this treatment. He's totally under their control now!
The next day in the classroom Barbara and Cassy are gossiping and giggling together.
"Did you see how BIG it got?" Cassy laughs.
"And how red his bum became!" Barbara whispers. The girls fall about laughing.
"Good Morning girls!" Ms Corefuturex says striding in. "Today is anatomy class."
The girls look up trying to stifle their laughter.
Ms Corefuturex has learned to ignore the silly gossiping of girls.
But the pair are particularly hysterical this morning whispering back and forth and laughing even harder.
She realizes something unusual has happened. Best get out with it. "What's going on? And what are these?"
The girls immediately go quiet and look to the corner of the room. "You need some models for the anatomy class," Cassie says.
She follows their gaze to the two strange figures.
"Oh?" Ms Corefuturex doesn't know what's going on but she's going to get to the bottom of this.
"Yes but maybe we should wait until Carl is here?" Cassie says mysteriously. "Don't you want to see the mannequins we got?"
"It is a bit strange him being late." Ms Corefuturex detects something strange is going on here.
She marches over to the figures. Maybe those new skeletons have been delivered.
She grabs the sheet and whips it away.
She's shocked to see Carl obediently standing there!
And he's stark naked!!! "Oh my goodness. Carl!"
"See the next one," Barbara points bursting into a fit of giggles.
Ms Corefuturex is so shocked she grabs the next sheet and yanks it away.
Her eyes scan down the handsome businessman father's naked body.
"Mr Bagshaw!" Ms Corefuturex says in shock taking him all in.
The girls leap up and rush over to the man and his terrified boy.
Carl nervously looks at the girl, tamed into doing whatever she bids.
Cassy possessively places her hand on the big strong man who looks down submissively.
"You're not going to change the name of the school now are you?" Barbara asks.
"No," Mr Bagshaw mumbles and both the naked men look down.
"It's still going to be called St Dunstans?" Cassy asks and Mr Bagshaw replies humbly "Yes."
"Oh my goodness!" Ms Corefuturex breathes in adjusting to these naked men in her classroom. "Well in that case today's lesson is about MALE anatomy."
The teacher and girls stare at the men's bodies and reach for them. Michael and Carl feel that intense awareness of their bodies being owned...
PART 10: Ms Corefuturex feels a deep satisfaction and excitement seeing this spoiled brat boy and his arrogant father standing naked and vulnerable before her. She's entranced looking between the two seeing how their bodies compare in age and size. Now she's in control and is going to make these men pay...
Ms Corefuturex places a hand on Mr Bagshaw's strong hairy thigh.
The girls eagerly handle the men's bodies. Barbara feels the weight of Carl's full balls.
Ms Corefuturex strokes Mr Bagshaw's penis and looks at Carl judging how his penis compares to his father's.
The men are breathless and nervous standing completely vulnerable. Their bodies tingle at every touch as the girls' hands slide down their bodies.
Barbara eyes up Carl's lengthy foreskin.
She lifts it up with a finger letting him know that he's totally under her control.
She feels his desire stirring as she strokes his tender shaft.
Barbara strokes his cock back and forth.
Carl feels terrified that he's going to get an erection - right in front of his father!
Mr Bagshaw feels his cock stirring and he can't help growing aroused.
Cassy jerks his cock. It grows thick and hard very quickly.
He's overwhelmed being in a position of total vulnerability in the hands of these strong women with his son standing humbly beside him.
"Notice the difference between the older man and the younger man's penis," Ms Corefuturex instructs them.
"The father's testicles feel very full," Cassy giggles.
Barbara wanks Carl trying to arouse him as much as his father.
She reaches under to cup and stroke his tender balls.
"This where young Carl came from," Ms Corefuturex points out handling Mr Bagshaw's scrotum.
"Maybe one day Carl will father children as well," she continues stroking Carl's balls.
The men look at each other feeling a sense of father/son competitiveness as their cocks grow.
"It feels like it's going to burst!" Cassy says gripping his aching hard penis.
"Carl this lesson is for you as well," Ms Corefuturex says commandingly taking his penis and balls in her hands.
"Get on your knees boy to see how the penis works and where you came from."
Carl obediently kneels down before his naked father.
Barbara rapidly jerks Mr Bagshaw's cock. "Don't close your eyes now," Cassy demands.
Carl stares as a torrent of sperm shoots from his father's cock.
He feels the sticky stuff hit his face!
The thrilled girls grin and jerk his cock so the sperm sprays all over Carl.
Mr Bagshaw shoots a massive load.
Cassy grips his balls while he's being fully drained.
They stare down at Carl's dripping face amazed at what they've just done!
Carl is shocked and horrified feeling the sperm sliding down his face.
Barbara and Ms Corefuturex share a conspiratorial look. This is the worst humiliation imaginable for this bratty boy!
They burst out laughing staring at Carl's shame-covered cum-covered face!
Carl can't catch his breath - he feels completely crushed staring up at his father's naked body and dripping cock.
Mr Bagshaw doesn't know what to do now staring down at the mess he's made all over his son.
"Thank your daddy," Barbara demands.
"Erm... thanks Dad," he mumbles looking down in shame.
"I don't think he's going to give us any more trouble," Barbara says.
The women laugh uproariously looking at the cum stuck in Carl's hair and dripping down his face. No matter how hard he'll try to forget it, this moment will forever be burned into his memory.
