Sweet Music Ch. 1

Chapter 1: "Kate's Confession"

The appointment as Junior Music Tutor at Morningwood College for Young Ladies deep in the heart of the English countryside was a dream come true for a randy young teacher fresh out of college.

There were about 150 girls ranging from ages 16 to 19 in this extremely exclusive and expensive boarding school. They were fresh, intelligent, confident - quite the opposite from the miserable trollops it had been my misfortune to encounter at the inner-city comprehensive where I'd undergone the purgatory of teacher training the previous spring. With their long flowing locks, scrubbed complexions, ready smiles baring rows of perfect gleaming white teeth, these girls were the very essence of years of delicious masturbatory fantasies during those long nights spent dreaming of beautiful girls I knew whilst sweatily pumping my ever-erect cock. Oh God! It was going to be difficult to control myself - but I would have to. The consequences were too horrendous to contemplate.

Music was a major feature at Morningwood, with many girls going on to study music at university or college and some making it into the profession. To my surprise, my first task was to coach four girls who had formed an all-girl string quartet. They were all 19 years old and had stayed on for an extra year after A-levels to apply for scholarship competitions. They were clearly the stars of the school and destined for great things.

To say working with them was a pleasure is an understatement. As well as being talented players and willing, responsive pupils, they were frankly gorgeous. Kate, the first violinist, was a tall muscular girl with short blonde hair cut in a boyish crop, a ready smile and already quite succulent, firm breasts. Of all the girls she was the most forward and flirtatious, regularly touching and teasing in a way that was quite startling - and quite arousing. Jessica, the second violinist, was more petite. Lively and cheeky, with freckles and big grin, she had strikingly long red hair, always tied in a pony tail, that ran right down her back and actually brushed the lower reaches of her cute, tight bottom. Many's the night I fantasised about stroking her bare butt-cheeks through the spread out folds of her auburn locks. Speculation about the extent and colour of her more intimate hair usually brought my nocturnal frottages to a hot and sticky end!

Nina, the violist, was the quiet one. Her family was originally from Sri Lanka and she was a mysterious dusky beauty, with straight silky black hair that hung down to her burgeoning breasts. She had the habit of pulling her long hair over to one side, letting it fall over her face and gazing seductively at you through the soft, dark curtain, in a manner that any red-blooded male had to find completely prick-hardening.

Finally, Lucy, the cellist... Juicy Lucy as I flirtatiously called her to her face. Ah, Juicy Lucy, with her long brown hair, big brown eyes and ever-pert nippled breasts! If only she had known of my speculations as to the extent of her juiciness! But what am I talking about? She was to find out soon enough. More to the point, so was I!

The girls did everything together, played together, ate together, went out together (slept together?). They even dressed the same. Although school uniform was not required in the upper school, "my" girls seemed to have a uniform of their own. Invariably this comprised a tight tee-shirt (sometimes cropped to reveal deliciously smooth, muscular tummies) and equally tight bottom-hugging jeans. Trainers usually completed the outfit, though sometimes boots (either ankle length or occasionally, arousingly, knee-length) were worn. From the outset I could hardly fail to notice that none of them ever seemed to wear a bra. Consequently, their firm breasts bounced and jiggled invitingly under their tight cotton tee-shirts, their nipples poking through the flimsy material. I already thought I'd died and gone to heaven! Little did I know....

All the girls at Morningwood were boarders. We are not talking dormitories here - it was far too grand for that! Each girl had a nicely appointed study-bedroom, usually adorned with posters of their favourite male objects of lust. As a Junior Tutor, I lived in (just as well - I couldn't afford the rent anywhere else) and found myself with a very nice tutor's flat at a secluded end of one corridor of study-bedrooms. Though well away from the other rooms, you couldn't help but be aware of the comings and goings of the young ladies and of their often skimpy attire in the evenings. In fact I could swear that some of them deliberately flaunted themselves when they saw me around, bending to pick up imaginary objects and giving me a flash of bare boob or buttock.

"My" foursome occupied adjacent rooms on the same floor as me, so I got to see quite a lot of them (!!) Just as they seemed to have a uniform during the day, so with night attire. In this case a man's white shirt several sizes too large, loose, unbuttoned to the breasts and with the shirt tail trailing down to a bare mid thigh. I have always had a "thing" about girls in shirts and you can imagine the effect the sight of these delectable shirt-clad nymphets had on my already groaning libido.

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Shortly into the first term of my appointment, a scandal rocked the normally placid world of Morningwood College when a sizeable sum of money - some £6, 000 - was stolen from the Sectretary's office. This had been raised through coffee-mornings, concerts etc. towards a trip to Germany by the school orchestra planned for the week before Christmas. The money was easily replaced direct from the groaning coffers of the College, but the theft cast a shadow over the school, security was significantly tightened and the normally high-spirited string coaching sessions became charged with an indefinable sense of unease.

One evening, about two weeks later, I was relaxing in my flat after a hard day of teaching, coaching and doing paperwork. I had just had a hot, relaxing shower and, dressed in my red silk kimono-style dressing gown, I settled sat down to watch the late TV news with a well deserved glass of my favourite malt. Suddenly, there was a timid knock at the door. Cursing, I put down my glass, turned off the box and went to answer it.

To my surprise, there was Kate, barefoot and dressed in just a loose white open-necked collarless shirt. From the redness of her eyes, it was clear she had been crying.

"Kate!" I exclaimed, "what's wrong?"

"S-Sir, please can I come in? I really need to talk to you. "

Immediately, imaginary alarm-bells sounded in my head! Let her in? I must be mad! Imagine if I was found virtually naked (for the kimono was all that separated me from my natural state) alone in my apartment with an apparently equally scantily-clad female student. True, she was over 18, but she was still a student and I was a teacher. On the other hand she looked so miserable and vulnerable... and it was cold in that corridor. In fact Kate was starting to shiver and I couldn't help but notice that her nipples seemed to be rapidly stiffening under the filmy cotton of her loose shirt. My cock gave a little twitch of recognition as I invited her in. As I closed the door behind us, my heart suddenly started beating faster. Somehow I just knew something amazing was about to happen.

"So what's the matter?" I asked when we were safely inside and the door was closed.

Kate hesitated for what seemed like and eternity before, seemingly filled with a sudden surge of resolution, drew herself up to her full height, took a deep breath and blurted out, "Oh sir. It was me!"

"What?" I shook my head in confusion. "What do you mean "me"?"

"It was ME! I stole the money from the office! I know I shouldn't have done it. I just walked in there and there it was. No-one was around and... and... I just took it!"

I was dumbfounded. What was I hearing? The girl was confessing to a criminal act. She could be expelled. For God's sake, she could be sent to prison! After all, she was no longer a minor. All these thoughts flashed round and round my head during a long and cavernous silence.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked after a pause that seemed to last an eternity.

"Sir, I feel so guilty. I know I shouldn't have done it. If I could only pretend it never happened... "

"But it did. "

"Yes sir. I know... what am I going to do?" Her voice cracked, her eyes filled with tears. Kate took a step towards me and I felt the heat of her near naked body next to mine. What could I do? I put a comforting arm around her shoulder. As Kate buried her face in the side of my neck and sobbed I felt a curious mixture of awkwardness, pity and guilty arousal as my cock telegraphed messages to my brain that it was awake and VERY interested in what was happening..

"What have you done with the money?" I asked. The response was just another wave of sobbing. Eventually, I pulled myself together, firmly grasped Kate's shoulders and looked directly into her big blue eyes.

"Kate. I'm going to have to report this. You do realise that don't you?"

Kate sniffed and nodded. "Yes, sir. I know. "

I handed Kate a tissue from the box on the coffee-table. She dabbed at her cute, freckle-covered little nose. "I'll go to the Principal first thing tomorrow. I'm sorry Kate. This is a police matter. "

Again she nodded and turned to leave. Reaching the door she hesitated and turned round suddenly, allowing me the briefest, most tantalising glimpse of bare breast through the gap in her open shirt. "Sir, " she began, a sudden note of firmness in her voice, "I have an idea. "

I looked at her blankly and she walked back towards me. "Sir, I realise I've done something wrong.... "

"Yes?"

"Very wrong... and I know I should be punished for it... "

Punished?

"As I said, I'll speak to the Principal tomorrow... "

"But sir... what I meant was... well... what if... what if YOU were to punish me? I know I deserve it and, well, if you were to do it... perhaps we could keep it to ourselves... "

What was she talking about? I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but my prick had heard clearly enough and was starting to stir!

"I don't know what you mean Kate. Are you suggesting I... I... "

"Spank me sir. "

The words seemed to echo round the room.

"What???"

"Spank me. You could do it now and it would be our secret. I promise to get the money back and, well, I'll have been punished won't I? Please sir.... PLEASE???

What happened next seemed to occur in a dream as my head started to spin. Now it was her turn to grab my shoulders. She walked towards me, I reversed from her, alarmed but aroused by her sensuality and by the subtle aroma of the musk perfume I could now smell on her. I sat down heavily in the middle of the leather couch, closely followed by Kate herself who was now virtually perched on my lap. Moments later she had positioned herself over my knee and was stretched out, face down, her bottom presented to my stunned gaze.

"Spank me sir. Spank me. I've been a wicked girl and know I need to be punished. " She turned her pretty head round to look at me with pleading eyes and her little blonde fringe fell across her face. It was too just too much. "Please sir, " she almost whispered, "Please spank my bottom. "

Lust, curiosity, annoyance all hit me simultaneously. I looked down at what was evidently a deliciously pert bottom even concealed by the shapeless shirt. I gently, half-heartedly slapped.

"Harder sir. Spank me hard. "

I tried again, a little harder, this time feeling the buttocks wobble a little under the shirt and hearing a little sigh from Kate. Again I slapped, still harder, feeling her warm mounds spring back elastically. This time Kate wiggled a little and grunted. I had never done anything like this before and frankly I was enjoying it!

I decided to concentrate on her right buttock, the one further away from me, bringing the slaps down hard just in the little crease where lower buttock met upper thigh. Kate was now breathing hard, a little gasp escaping with each stinging slap. Warming to my task I repeated the operation on the other buttock.

Now I became bolder. After a moment's pause I reached down and slowly insinuated my fingers under the hem of Kate's shirt and delicately began to peel it back, to reveal... a completely bare bottom. The little minx! She had turned up in my study in just a shirt and wearing no knickers. Surely she must have planned all this! That's about as far as rational thought took me, because the glorious sight of Kate's smooth, perfectly rounded globes, already hot and pink from their spanking was having a devastating effect on my cock, which had now risen to more or less full attention and was currently nestling into Kate's soft, warm tummy. This was getting worrying: any moment now she was going to become aware of my raging hard-on pressing against her.

Again, I brought down my outstretched palm. This time however the immediate impact of flesh upon bare flesh brought an altogether more intense gasp from Kate than previously. Of course I had peeled back the shirt so carefully that she probably hadn't noticed, so the sudden spanking of her bare bottom must have had a startling effect. It certainly made a wonderful sound, each slap landing with a satisfying CRACK! on the impudent teenage mounds.

Kate's wriggling had become more intense and was soon transformed to wholesale writhing as I continued to increase the pace and force of the spanking. Every so often her legs would bend and her feet drum frantically on the floor as I caught her with a particularly penetrating slap. By now I had given up the pretense of trying to hide my erection. My pole was now swollen to its full 9 inches and was continuing to impudently push against Kate's soft belly. It's presence was unmistakable, particularly as it was obviously starting to leak pre-cum, doubtless making a big damp stain on the front of her shirt. Then an amazing thing happened....

I became aware of a change in the rhythm of Kate's tortured writhings. The movement slowed and became more regular. Inadvertently, I found myself slowing the spanks to synchronise with her movements and pretty soon we set up a rhythm of alternate slaps and wriggles, slaps and wriggles as Kate's motion became increasingly centred on my, by now straining, penis. All the time Kate was imperceptibly moving across my lap, her rhythmic movements bringing my cock and her vagina into closer and closer proximity. And as she moved, so the shirt was slowly riding up to reveal more and more of her fresh, succulent young body.

I continued to spank, but it was becoming more difficult to concentrate as her pubic area came into direct contact with my cock. What was unexpected was that her pubis was quite smooth - clearly she was either a late developer or a precocious shaver! The wriggles were now turning unmistakably to thrusts as I rained down the hard slaps and Kate grunted with increasing volume. Suddenly I felt a new sensation round my crotch: a wetness, a hot, sticky wetness. Momentarily I wondered if it was me before I realised that this was all from Kate's vaginal secretions and that this natural lubricant was starting to coat my cock.

Both of us had by now given up all pretense that this was a "natural" disciplinary session. Kate was clearly massively turned on, I was aroused in a way I had never been before and our crotches were steadily coming into alignment. I spanked hard as I smelt her nectar and felt her moistness against my straining member. Kate shifted round so that her open thighs straddled my lap. A few more delectable wriggles from Kate and it could be avoided no longer. I groaned with a mixture of resignation and lust as the head of my penis came into contact with the delicate wet petals of her young cunt and my bulbous cock-head began to ease its way into her hot dripping teenage snatch.

We stopped for a moment, savouring the feeling of her tight cunt gripping my straining member. Kate leaned forward and whispered in my ear: "Keep spanking, sir. I'm a naughty girl. "

I reached round. From this angle it was difficult to spank with much force, but I tried nevertheless - the effect was electric. Kate pulsed and shuddered and the sensation transmitted to my dick was truly extraordinary. With her arms on my shoulders for balance, Kate lifted herself up so that my dickhead almost popped out. I slapped hard. Kate squealed suddenly dropped down to the base of my cock! The effect was sensational. My prick felt it was being peeled like a banana, each thrust pushing me deeper into her fantastically tight quim. We set up a rhythm: lift - spank - drop, lift - spank - drop, and after each drop Kate would take a moment to grind her pubic bone against mine, achieving absolute maximum penetration..

After a time we reverted to a more normal fast-fucking rhythm. Kate obviously set the pace - in this position I was pretty much along for the ride. All I had to do was stop myself cumming too soon - not an easy task! I stopped spanking and instead inserted both hands underneath Kate's shirt, running them slowly and comfortingly over her, by now well warmed, buttocks. My hands continued their journey up to her slim waist and round to rub and tickle her smooth belly. Kate giggled, continuing her fucking motion. Very slowly my fingers tickled their way up to her breasts, cupping the firm bubbies through the loose shirt and twirling my fingers round the erect nips. Kate gasped. I hadn't yet seen her breasts and was desperate to do so.

I withdrew my hands, brought them out from under the shirt and moved them to her shoulders. Grabbing the fabric in each hand, I began to pull the shirt down over her shoulders. The shirt was already unbuttoned to her breasts and Kate's next upward fuck-stroke brought the material over her shoulders, revealing a good deal of cleavage restrained only by the first of the done-up buttons.

I took time to savour the tantalising prospect, cupping and rubbing the boobs through the shirt, before I opened the top two buttons. Slowly the shirt began to fall away, dropping further down her shoulders with each of her thrusts and each time gradually revealing a little more tit-flesh. Eventually the shirt passed her straining nipples. We both pulled it down and Kate struggled to remove her arms from the confines of the smooth white cotton. Her lightly sweat-covered breasts sprang free and the shirt was left as a pool of white fabric below her tummy-button, pleasurably concealing our mutually thrusting crotches.

I reached up to toy with Kate's nipples, which by now were sticking out prominently from the dark aureole. I scratched them gently with my fingernails, then pressed them in with my thumbs, before finally pinching them between thumb and forefinger. This provoked squeals from Kate and a burst of rapid humping as she rode my by now tortured cock-flesh.

I knew I wasn't going to hold out much longer, a realisation only intensified when moments later Kate leaned forward, stuck her tongue in my mouth and sensuously rolled it round and round, probing and exploring my own mobile tongue. Meanwhile, my hands returned to her magnificent rear, now exploring it under the abandoned shirt and gently soothing the hot, spanked rounds of her buttocks. Working round, I scratched the sides of her upper thighs, before my exploring fingers met at the matrix of her raging cunt.

I sensed now that both of us were going to cum at any second. I didn't want to get Kate pregnant, so I took the high risk decision to withdraw my aching prick from her steaming snatch, leave her in desperate straining limbo for a few seconds, then replace the cock with my fingers. I immediately began to explore the prominent sensitive nub of her clitoris whilst Kate moaned and groaned in rapture.