Breaking Laura (Hollybourne School for Slaves) (2 page)

“Sweetheart, before long you’ll
be dying to be naked in front of all these strange men. From what I hear, these
guys are that good that they can make you come just by using their voice.”
Simone grinned.

“Wow.” Charlotte breathed.

Come on command? She’d need a
miracle worker for that!

As she pulled on her ‘uniform’,
her nipples pebbled. She positioned the strips of lace either side of her pussy
lips and traced them around her hips, making sure the lace wasn’t twisted
before wriggling into her short skirt. They hadn’t been provided heels so Laura
assumed they’d remain barefoot. She studied herself in the full length mirror.
Well at least her legs and toned stomach looked great in the ensemble. With her
long blonde hair and blue eyes, Laura always thought of herself as bit of a
Barbie
doll,
just without the tan and plastic features. She didn’t mind – men
liked her appearance.

All three of them made their way
to the west wing well before eight and waited patiently. The nerves fluttered
in her stomach as Hunter approached, looking as sombre as ever. He barely glanced
at their uniforms but Laura still had to fight the urge to smooth her skirt. He
held a crop in one hand.

Fuck.

He pressed past them, opening a
door and indicating inside with his crop. “Hands behind your backs. Eyes
lowered,” he said in gruff tones.

Charlotte promptly obeyed and
Simone followed suit, throwing a grin in her direction. Laura took a little
longer, prompting Hunter to press the tip of his crop to her arm. Laura’s eyes
widened as a knot sat in her stomach and she quickly put her hands behind her
and dropped her head. They tailed after him into a plain room, with polished
wood floors and a teacher’s desk at the front. It actually looked like a
classroom.

“Line up in the centre of the
room,” he barked at them.

They shuffled into place, staring
at the floor. Laura’s pulse hammered and her skin pimpled as he strolled in
front of them, his crop tapping at the side of his leg.

“We are going to practice your
positions. You will practice these every morning and will be expected to have
perfected them by graduation. Positions are an essential part of your sub
training and you should do them with elegance and efficiency. A Master should
need to speak a few words only. Your body is at his will. I will remind you
that you are not to speak unless spoken to. This is your last warning –any
disobedience will be punished…Charlotte!”

Charlotte snapped her head up.
“Yes, Sir?”

“You have some experience. Are
you familiar with the positions?”

“Yes, Sir. I think so.”

“Come to the front.”

She shuffled out to the front and
Hunter placed her in front of them. “Present yourself,” he ordered.

Charlotte dropped to her knees
and kept her head down as Mr Hunter’s crop brushed over a thigh, threading it
between her legs.

“Good,” he murmured. “Here we
expect you to spread your thighs, though each Master has his preference.”

He wriggled the leather and
coaxed her thighs apart. Laura caught site of her exposed folds and had to
admit that Charlotte looked really hot, spread wide like that. Her pale pussy
glistened and her slender thighs stretched tight. The woman oozed grace and
sensuality, something Laura could never achieve.

“Chin up. Eyes down. Good. Now
palms open.”

Charlotte laid the back of her
hands on her legs and arched her spine, thrusting her breasts out. Now she
looked amazing. The whole position enhanced every part of her, making her look
ready to be used. Laura clenched her jaw as arousal pooled between her thighs.
Damn, she should
not
be liking this.

She waited, watching his black polished
shoes trace a path around them both. The crop urged her to part her legs and
she glared up at Mr Hunter – no make that Hunter – defiantly. A crack came and
she squealed as a sting blossomed across one thigh.

“Head down,” Hunter growled.
“Legs further apart. Let me see that pussy.”

He lingered near her, waiting as
she spread her thighs, her face heating with embarrassment. This job had better
be bloody worth it.

“Good,” he murmured again. “Now
sometimes your Master may wish to cuff you from this position. Put your hands
out front.”

Wrists together, Laura offered up
her hands. Hunter wrapped a thick hand around her wrists and tugged them
higher. An odd twinge struck her as his palms came into contact with her skin.
She mustn’t like this. She had to remain objective.

“Keep your arms straight. Every
movement should be elegant and sexual. Do it again, all of you.” He let her
wrists drop and moved behind Charlotte and sat at the desk. “Front cuff.”

The sound of slow breathing filled
Laura’s ears as they waited, arms outstretched. Her arms trembled slightly as
her shoulders began to ache.

“Back cuff,” Hunter ordered
suddenly.

Biting back a sigh of relief,
Laura quickly positioned her hands behind her. She heard the clip of their
teacher’s shoes as he circled them.

“Behind you, Laura. Put your
hands behind you. It’s not difficult. Shoulders back, breasts out.”

The whip was back on her skin,
tracing the line of her breasts and Laura felt her chest rising and falling
rapidly.

“Be aware of every part of your
body,” he continued, brushing the leather tip down her stomach and back across
her thighs until it flicked over her soaking pussy. The slight touch of the
cold fabric on her clit made her jolt. A swell of longing flowed to her sex and
she fought the urge to rub against the crop. “That’s right, show off your
breasts. A Master wants to see every part of his sub displayed to his
advantage.” His voice thickened.

Hunter removed the crop abruptly.
“Sometimes the Master will want to examine the slave. To do this, the slave
must move into the examination position. A Master will guide the slave through
the positions he wants.” He moved to stand beside Charlotte. “Stand up,
Charlotte.”

Charlotte stood gracefully, hands
still pinned behind her.

“Now bend over at the waist, keep
your legs apart and open your mouth.”

With a gulp, Charlotte complied.
The crop snaked up under her skirt, lifting it to fully reveal her arse and she
closed her eyes. Laura spotted the heat spreading up her face.

 Crack! The crop snapped
over the top of her thigh and Charlotte bit on her lip.

 “Eyes open,” Hunter barked.

Charlotte snapped them open and
Laura saw a look pass between her and Simone the dark-haired women broke into a
grin. Hunter was on her swiftly, bringing the crop down on her thigh. Simone
hardly made a sound and if anything, her expression switched to barely-tempered
delight.

“Simone! On your feet.” He
punctuated his order with another crack across her bottom as she stood.

Hunter took care in arranging
Simone carefully, slapping the crop over her arse as she fidgeted. Laura began
to suspect Simone enjoyed the sting of a spanking and was playing for
attention.

Determined not to attract any
attention herself, Laura moved carefully, avoiding eye contact with Charlotte
as she positioned herself. Her skin prickled as Hunter lingered behind her. She
jolted as the tip of the crop pressed into her pussy spreading her folds. Holy
shit! What was he doing to her? She couldn’t even remember the last time a man
had seen her naked and now he was prizing apart her legs like she was on sale
or something.

And why did she like it so much?
Jesus, she was a sick fuck.

He kept them stood like that
until Laura’s muscles ached. With her mouth open, she longed for a drink as her
tongue dried. Hunter circled them, muttering as he tweaked their positions.
Each touch of his crop sent shivers skittering through her body.

“Enough practice for the day.”
Laura was about to release a sigh when his finger traced a path along her spine,
a trail of heat spiralling through her. “You will practice those with your
mentors daily but I suggest taking time to do them in the mirror,” he told them
as they straightened. “You—” he thrust his crop at Laura, “—have a lot of work
to do.”

Recovering from the effect of his
touch, Laura narrowed her eyes at him. She held her breath, waiting for their
teacher’s wrath but instead he raised a brow and strode past her. “Breakfast is
at 9 a.m. You will meet your mentors shortly after. Do not be late.”

The breath she’d been holding
hissed through her teeth and Laura’s shoulders slumped.

“I thought he was going to kill
you,” whispered Charlotte.

Lucy gave her a nonchalant shrug,
swallowing the fear trapped in her throat. “I’m not going to be bullied by
him.”

“I don’t think that was his
intention, but he did seem to pay an awful lot of attention to you, Laura. And
I didn’t think you were doing that badly.”

“Maybe we should get some lessons
from you.” Simone laughed. “Teacher’s pet.”

Charlotte flushed. “I’m sure you’ll
be fine once you practice with your mentor. Hopefully he’ll be a bit nicer.”

Laura gave a mock shudder.
“Anyone would be nicer than Hunter.”

“Hunter?” Simone grinned.

“Yeah, doesn’t he seem like one?”

“And you’re his prey…” Simone dug
an elbow into her ribs.

They laughed and Laura released a
nervous one as they all traipsed upstairs, her bare pussy and practically
exposed breasts forgotten. It was hard to believe how quickly she’d got used to
being on display. And, boy, had she been on display. She wished it didn’t make
her body clench with desire, the thought of Hunter staring at her damp mound.
The whole scenario was just wrong, especially her getting turned on by it.

As Laura crawled into her
luxurious bed that night, she allowed her fingers to slip down and press
against her folds, parting them and stroking through her sticky arousal. Her
clit already pounded in anticipation. The whole lesson seemed to have brought
her to a state of constant excitement and all she could think of was what it
would be like to be fucked by Hunter. Odd…she didn’t even like the man. And she
sure as hell didn’t want to fuck him. Sex with him would be twisted. Normal
sex, that’s what she liked. Well, maybe not liked…but that was her fault.

She slid two fingers in, using
her other hand to play over her nub, moving quickly as the feelings built.
Teeth grit in concentration, Laura forced herself to forget Hunter and the
usual voice of doubt whispered in her mind.

Dirty. Wrong.

Fuck.

The agonising tension in her pussy
remained but the edge had gone, she couldn’t climax. Damn it. She’d really
thought she could do it that time.

On her side, she settled down to
sleep with a sigh. A groan from across the room made her heart pang in
jealousy. Someone was having a better time than she. She wasn’t the only one
majorly turned on by their class tonight. But was it Lucy or Simone?

***

Laura barely choked down
breakfast as the nerves churned in her stomach. They’d already visited the spa,
been waxed, pampered and had an enema. God, if she never experienced that again
she’d be happy. Charlotte had commented how pale she’d gone and that was pretty
hard for someone as pale as she.

They settled in the reception
room once more, the tell-tale click of heels announcing the arrival of Ms.
Pembroke.

She peered at them, a tight smile
on her lips. “Backs straight, girls. Eyes lowered.”

Laura shifted in her seat and
dropped her gaze with a heavy swallow. Three sets of feet strolled in and
positioned themselves in front of them. The urge to sneak a peek was almost
unbearable.

“Eyes lowered!” Ms. Pembroke
snapped and sighed. “Mr Thomas, that one is yours. I suggest you start with a
punishment.”

“Simone,” a husky male voice
growled. “On your feet. Upstairs. Now.”

The sound of Simone being marched
away made Laura’s stomach twist with nerves. What punishment would she receive?
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Simone sashay away, followed by a
tall, brown-haired man. It seemed Simone took delight in being punished.
 Weird.

“Mr Walker, this is Charlotte.
You will be mentoring her this term.”

 “Look at me.”

Mr Walker had mischievous look to
him and was attractive with cropped blond hair and tanned skin to set off his
green eyes.

“I look forward to working with
you,” he murmured, using a finger to trace the curve of Charlotte’s cheek and
press into her lips.

“Laura, unfortunately your
assigned mentor had a skiing accident and was unable to make it. Mr Hunter will
be mentoring you.”

Laura released a barely concealed
gasp. Why did it have to be him? Hunter would be merciless.

Laura watched with twisting envy
as Charlotte’s mentor led her away. She glanced over at Hunter who glowered in
return. She gulped. What had she let herself in for? She’d been so confident,
so sure she could handle anything they threw at her. Anything.