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full into his mouth, and to his horror he found himself drinking it down as shudder after ecstatic shudder ran through his body. Vicky was laughing as he swallowed down her fluid, but when he tried to lick at her sex she pulled back, sending a last trickle down his front as she wagged a finger at him.
    â€œOh no you don’t, you dirty little bastard. That’s not for you. That’s for a real man, someday. Now turn your back while Tiffs gives me what I need.”
    He ignored her, slumping down with piddle trickling from his lips as his orgasm slowly faded. She didn’t bother to repeat her instruction, instead turning once more to Tiffany, taking her firmly by the hair and pulling her face-first into wet, wanting cunt. Tiffany responded eagerly, playing with her wet tits as she used her tongue on her friend. With that, the last doubt that the girls had decided upon this in advance evaporated from Peter’s mind, except perhaps for making him accept Vicky’s stream into his mouth. Yet it was impossible to resent even that humiliating detail. Despite all the shame that filled his head, as he watched his girlfriend lick another young woman to ecstasy, he began to understand something about the way Tiffany felt when she surrendered herself to him.
    vi Toasty girl – technically a girl who warms up another girl’s bed for her, although the term has strong sexual implications.

Chapter Four
    â€œThe punishment is going ahead,” Peter stated, “and you can watch, for a price.”
    â€œHow much?” Ben Thompson demanded.
    â€œTwo quid,” Peter answered, provoking immediate protests from his audience.
    They had gathered in the senior common room of their house, Peter and the same six young men who had watched Tiffany spanked in the barn. To set the meeting up he’d had to wait until the junior boys were safely in bed, and with the remaining seniors at various clubs or upstairs in their bedsits Peter felt reasonably safe, allowing him to make his pitch without worrying about being disturbed.
    As coincidence would have it, a handful of the St. Monica’s girls had been caught smoking. With their plan now confirmed, Vicky had not hesitated to use the smoking offence as an excuse for the spanking. There would still be a monetary prize, but at least the fraudulent punishment now appeared to have some legitimacy.
    â€œTwo quid is cheap,” he said. “Think about it, six beautiful girls bare to the air, front and back, and not just posing the way they do in magazines, but getting spanked. Think how they’ll kick and wriggle about.”
    â€œTwo pounds,” Stephen Richards said, peeling two green notes from an impressively thick wad. “Come on, lads, it’s got to be worth it, and think of the risks Finch is taking.”
    â€œWe’re taking them too,” Gabriel Howard pointed out, “and not all of us can spare two quid.”
    â€œIt’s a once in a lifetime opportunity,” Peter put in, “and there’s no risk, not the way I’ve set it up. Still, if you haven’t got the guts …”
    â€œI’ve got the guts and I’ve got the dough,” Hunter Rackman broke in. “But if Emerald Feldkirch ain’t in the line-up, I want my money back.”
    â€œShe’ll be there,” Peter promised, accepting his money. “The Princess has been let off, unfortunately, but Emerald was the one who bought the cigarettes, so she’s sure to get it, probably harder than the others. There’s a girl called Katie too, a real little cracker. Believe me, I can guarantee a good show.”
    â€œAnd you’re sure it’s going to happen in the pavilion?” Clive Sumner demanded. “It seems an odd place for a punishment.”
    â€œWeird,” Ben Thompson agreed. “Hannah says they usually get it right then and there, or at assembly if it’s something really bad.”
    â€œBecause,”