Lowewood Academy

“Have a drink,” Gina said. She sloshed amber liquid into a thick-walled glass and slid it to me along the polished oval table where the team of ‘Glory in the Fight’ gathered by day. She poured herself an identical drink, clicked shut the secret panel that covered up the bar, and walked over to perch on the edge of the table next to me. She squirmed up until her heels only just brushed the carpeting.

“Is Sylvie OK with us tucking into her cognac?” I asked, carefully nosing the alcohol. It was expensive stuff, nearly as good as what my father occasionally poured me.

“Oh, she’s fine. She lets me use her office as long as I keep the bar stocked up. I see that it is. I like drinking before sex, it relaxes me.”

My jaw clenched shut against the rim of the glass so hard that I thought I’d take a bite of it. “Gnh – wha?” I coughed, then regained my composure and looked over at Gina, who was watching me while swirling her cognac around in the glass. She looked serene, other than a faint blush rising on her cheekbones.

Steady, I reminded myself. This is the girl who called you to her bedroom, and then proceeded to strap the hell out of you. She’s playing.

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“All right, get up” I said.

Red-faced, Oliver Priestly levered himself off my lap.

“Pull your trousers back up”

He did so, chewing his lip and looking mutinous. Bloody boys!

“And don’t give me that look! If you hadn’t been swearing, I wouldn’t have heard you. Put it this way, at least you’ll be able to sit down at the soiree!”

“I did only say bollocks Jessica” protested Oliver.

I glared at him. “I don’t do mitigation Priestly, only short sharp shocks. Lose 20 points. Get out of my sight.”

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Sixth form medicals.   Quite why the school thinks that we all need to have a medical is beyond me.   It’s not like people have been dropping like flies or there’s been some virulent disease being spread around.  As far as I can make out we’re a pretty fit and healthy bunch considering the amount of drinking and smoking that goes on.   Personally I reckon it’s all for the benefit of Doctor Probeum.    He likes the pretty girls. He takes plenty of time with them and gives them a full internal examination – a lingering internal examination, the dirty bastard.   And he’s not averse to dishing out the punishments either.   I went in to see him immediately after Theresa Malone and she came out rubbing her arse and wiping away the tears.  She’s a tough little Irish girl and no stranger to the strap, so if Probeum got her to cry he must have been laying it on pretty hard.

Thankfully for me and the other guys his interests are solely directed at the opposite sex – he doesn’t take the same delight in fondling boys private bits, thank God.   Not that the medical was a pleasant experience.   Having to strip naked and have a good cough whilst he held onto my balls was not something I’d want to repeat in a hurry but at least he was fairly straightforward about it.

“Right young man.  You can put your underpants back on.  All seems to be well.”  He said.  “Just a few questions regarding your sexual health before I let you go.”

I slipped on my Calvin Kleins and took the seat he indicated, doing my best to look cool and unruffled.   I wasn’t sure quite which way to play this.   Should I tell the truth or try to pretend that I was still the innocent virgin?   I knew the question was coming and had had time to think about it.  Sam had forewarned me the night before:

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