The late afternoon sun hummed lazily through the half-drawn curtains of the tall, arched windows of Class Six of Lady Boleyn's Academy for Noble Young Women, shining bright and bringing with it a dull stifling heat. It was often hot these days, the summer announcing its presence with more ferocity than the old days, sometimes bringing with it always, that unbearable stifling heat that became even more unbearable when they were forced to wear tight bodices and layered gowns.
Ariane sighed in exasperation and misery for the seventeenth time, making Miss Beatrix turn to look at her sharply through beaded eyes in her thick eyeglass from where she was stood writing horrible equations on the blackboard. When she turned back around, Ariane tossed her head back and looked at her equally miserable classmates. The hourglass on Miss Beatrix's table drained sand at one grain of sand per quarter-hour, it seemed.
On either side of Ariane on their respective chairs, Catharina-Amalia (quite the mouthful indeed) and Alexia, her childhood friends sat with backs poised straight, heads crowned with stiff lace caps and adorned with the regal insignias of their respective Dutch royal family, looking just as miserable and frustrated as she was. They were slaving over their slates, clearly trying and failing to solve Miss Beatrix's impossible math problems. Ariane didn't even know why they bothered. Miss Beatrix would still figure out a way to deduct at least two marks for breaking some invisible rule of math or for failing to follow some insignificant step towards getting their answer anyway. She always did this, even if they planned to solve their problems correctly. That was specifically why she had pushed her own slate to the side and crossed her arms over the voluptuous chest of her tight bodice in rebellion.
Ariane was fully convinced that Miss Beatrix was so mean and horrible to her students because she had severe scoliosis and that was why she probably never got laid, and her decrepit nethers were marinating in cobwebs and unfulfilled desires. Perhaps what she needed was a few big stiff cocks to whip her behavior into shape and "straighten" her up.
Giggling a little to herself, she leaned over to Alexia who was on her right to tell her the clever joke she just came up with.
"Alexia," she whispered amidst breathy giggles to Alexia who leaned over immediately with an anticipatory smile on her face, clearly desperate for some entertainment. "Can you guess the reason I determined will explain why Miss Beatrix is so bloody cross? She needs a hard fucking to 'straighten' her up."
Alexia eyes brimmed with mirth and a giggle burst out of her lips but she hurriedly covered her mouth. Miss Beatrix spun around halfway to glare at them both, making her unnaturally arched back even more pronounced and fueling Alexia and Ariane who almost turned red trying to keep in their laughter. When she turned back to the board again, they resumed giggling in low whispers.
"I think Mr Dubois' cock might do the job perfectly," Alexia said while wiggling her perfectly arched eyebrows. "He definitely straightened me up."
"Goodness, Alexia you're so horrible," Ariane gasped in mortification. "I wouldn't want to share a cock with the hag. Do you want your pussy to wither and burn away when he fucks you after he's fucked her?"
Alexia opened her mouth to retort but a loud bang coming from in front of them made them squeak with a jump in their seats, turning their heads sharply towards the sound, holding their chests in momentary fright. Miss Beatrix has finished writing on the board and had banged a thick cane on her table to alert them and was currently glaring hard right at both of them.
"Finish up number three as I've written on the board and submit your slates in fifteen minutes. This classwork will count as ten percent of your grade," she added with another smaller bang, eliciting a loud synchronized groan from the girls in the room, including Ariane and Alexia. Cat, the ever diligent student, had her head bowed over her slate scribbling furiously and wasn't even paying Miss Beatrix any attention. She had probably finished the first and second question, Ariane thought in glee as she looked at her empty slate. She felt glee because Cat in a few minutes would surreptitiously motion towards her to hand over her empty slate and slip her own full slate toward her so she can do her class work for her. The process would repeat itself with Alexia and within the said fifteen minutes, they would all have their classworks done in record time, all thanks to Cat.
When fifteen minutes were over and all classworks were fully done and submitted by Cat without the notice of Miss Beatrix, they shuffled out of their classroom breathing sighs of relief. They walked down wide, quiet hallways and brick steps before they finally reached the courtyard downstairs that had a cool shade. Fatigued, they all collapsed with loud groans and stretched their bodies on the cool floor covered with grass, with Alexia and Ariane immediately yanking up their skirts to reveal their creamy smooth legs and snug underpants to allow fresh air glide over the planes of their skin.
Cat on her own opened her backpack and took out her quill and timetable slate they all shared to keep track of their activities throughout the day. She however loosened her own bodice from behind a bit, letting her poor squished stomach and tits breathe a bit and breathed deeply when it loosened finally.
"Mathematics is an abomination," Ariane declared loudly from where she was splayed on the floor with her long smooth legs opened wide ajar, and her dress a large heavy pool around her waist.
"Miss Beatrix is a worse abomination," Alexia added with an eyeroll from her own position on the ground, herself identical to Alexia's lying position. She rolled over a bit and regarded Cat with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I was just telling Ariane, Cat, when she said that Miss Beatrix would do well to get a hard, skilled penis to 'straighten' her up, that Mr Dubois' cock would do the job quite well. Don't you think so?"
Cat shook her head and rolled her eyes but a smile was playing on her lips. "What do I do with both of you, my goodness?"
"You could fast forward time so we can finally have our 'private' lessons with Mr. Flint," Ariane purred and trailed her hand down to her exposed panties and rubbed over the beefy flesh of her vagina. "I can still feel him kissing me so intimately here," she breathed dreamily, her eyes fluttering closed and her teeth snagging her lower lip in a bite as she sank into the memory.
"Ohh how I yearn for Mr Flint!" Cat sighed listfully, the first burst of energy from her that day as she also rolled over to her back and looked on at the sky. "He has the voice of a sonnet and the cheekbones of a Grecian statue, and not to mention that eight-inch weapon," she drooned on dreamily fanning her reddening cheeks with her hands.
"Oh girls I have the most exciting news," Ariane said suddenly and they all turned toward her attentively. "Mr Flint told me after our last class while you all were passed out, that tomorrow, he'll have some boys over for us for Chapter Three of our course and we can finally go on to a, in his own words, very exhilarating new world."
The three girls squealed and shrieked with giddiness, grabbing their hands and kicking their legs about.