Schoolgirl Raffle
by Drover60

Part 2

The next part of the raffle prize gets even better.

As the Kylie Minogue song goes "I just can't get you out of my head!"

During a fund-raising evening at his daughters' school, Steve had the good fortune to win a raffle prize. But it was not just another raffle prize, it was the services of a university mentor, to team up with his 6th form daughter Lauren. This mentor turned out to be a teasing little minx called Grace.

She had teased him to distraction with flashes of her white panties for most of the evening and he had spanked her with a ruler, leading to oral sex. He felt guilty that as a married man he had allowed himself to get involved with a girl who, after all, was only a year or two older than his own daughter. He tried desperately to convince himself that they were both consenting adults and knew exactly what they were doing, but since that day Steve just could not get her out of his head.

Following their 'online' introduction at Lauren's school, Steve's daughter Lauren, and Cambridge University under-graduate Grace kept in regular messaging contact but had not actually met each other. Steve knew that part of the prize included a visit to Grace's university for Lauren to get an insight into undergraduate life. He made sure that Lauren had not forgotten about it and was delighted to hear that Grace was already on the case and had started to make the arrangements.

Steve was unsure if Emily and himself would be invited, so tried not to raise false hopes of another meeting with the delectable, teasing Grace. He need not have worried as parents were encouraged to get involved to show their support and to get a handle on where their offspring's 'eye-wateringly large' student loan would be spent!

Pretty soon a date was set for Steve, Emily and Lauren to travel to Cambridge. The idea was to meet up with Grace and go on a tour of her university campus and student accommodation. Although Steve knew there must not be a repeat of the sexual shenanigans their last meeting, he was still looking forward to seeing her again because she is just so fucking hot!

On the day of the visit everyone seemed to be in a good mood as they sped along the A14 and making good time. Once they arrived and parked up, they made their way to the reception area of what was a pretty imposing university building. Grace was already waiting for them in the foyer, dressed casually in faded tight jeans with matching rips on the knees (as all young people seem to wear these days), a loose round neck red jumper and white trainers. She had put on eye shadow, light make-up and red lip gloss but didn't need to as she was naturally beautiful.

Steve introduced Grace to Emily and Lauren who hugged each other warmly before she pressed her body against Steve and planted a great big kiss on his right cheek leaving a bright red lipstick mark.

"What did I do to deserve that?" he asked, trying to play it cool.

"That's for winning me in the raffle! I'm so glad you did, because your family is really lovely!" Grace cheerily replied.

"Here let me rub my lipstick off, we don't want people gossiping do we?!" Grace winked as she pulled out a white handkerchief and dabbed his cheek whilst as just stood there, not knowing what to say or do.

Grace explained that the College had organised for a guided tour of the campus facilities and this was expected to last for approximately three hours. They had also pencilled in a visit to see the student accommodation, which was off-campus, so would take about two hours plus travel time.

In order to make the best use of the time available, Grace pointed out that it would be sensible to split up to give themselves enough time to cover everything in detail. She proposed that it was more important for Lauren and Emily to see the academic side, whilst she would show Steve the halls of residence and student facilities which were less important.

Steve just kept quiet, but much to his surprise, Emily and Lauren agreed to this idea straight away. Before anyone could change their mind, Grace pointed the way for Emily and Lauren to join the organised University tour while she led Steve to catch a bus from the College entrance. As soon as they got to the outside of the building, Grace could not contain herself and exploded into fits of laughter.

"Did you see what I did Lauren's Dad!" she exclaimed. "I manipulated that situation to perfection. Emily and Lauren get to tour the boring university bits whilst I managed to get you all to myself for a couple of hours - everyone is a winner!"

"Clever girl, I can see why you go to University!" he joked in response. He then stopped and put on his 'serious' face.

"Now let's get this straight Grace, as much as I like you, you are still my daughter's mentor. My wife is here and I simply can't take any risks. What happened at St Marys has to be a one-off, call it a lapse in my judgement. I simply can't allow it happen again. Do you understand me?"

"Lauren's Dad, I hear you load and clear, but you are talking about are your judgement calls, not mine. Since we met, the thought of you getting all excited at my teasing and then spanking my bum still gives me sexy thoughts. I dream about it all the time and sometimes have to use a vibrator to satisfy my naughty urges."

Fuck, it seemed that this girl was still intent on flirting with him. He knew it was going to be difficult but he had to resist temptation!

It was a short journey to Grace's flat so she gave Steve a walking tour of the accommodation blocks, showing him the laundry, shop and communal recreational areas. In the lounge, behind a row of easy chairs was a large noticeboard filled with adverts and posters of various items that were obviously for sale. Grace leaned over and pulled the drawing pin out of an A4 sized advert for something called '5ive Girls'. She handed it to Steve.

"See this flyer - I'm in this play!" she announced rather proudly.

Steve took a closer look at the five, rather sexily dressed, catholic schoolgirls standing in front of a large silver 5-pointed star symbol. The girls were backlit so it was difficult to make out their faces however one of them looked like Grace. The green writing at the bottom of the poster indicated that the show was on Halloween at a theatre on the Uni campus.

"Is that you?" he pointed to the figure that looked most familiar to him.

"Yes, it is. Top marks! There is Lucy, Claire, Natalie, Charlie and me." She pointed at each of the hot girls as she said their name.

Steve recognised the film as one he had watched several years ago. He remembered that the storyline included one of hot young the girls getting caned on her panties in front of the class. For some strange reason, that was the only part he could remember!

"But isn't this a feature-length film?" he asked.

"It is, but we are doing a shortened version that my friends and I are putting together for a 'Halloween Horror' event. The show consists of a series of spooky plays and sketches written by students and for students. Our play is an adaption of the Canadian horror film called '5ive Girls'. I don't know if you have ever seen it or not, but it takes place in a Catholic girls' school and dabbles with the occult and evil forces. Whooooo," she shook her fingers at Steve in mock horror.

"Yes, I think I may have seen it," he nodded.

"You have? Great! So, what was your favourite part?" she laughed. "No, let me guess.........could it possibly be the scene where one of the girls, the naughty Alex, gets caned in front of the whole classroom for going to the third floor where somebody disappeared!"

"Yes, how did you know?" he replied feigning innocence.

"Call it intuition!" she laughed.

"To be absolutely honest, it's the only part of the film I can remember!" he laughed.

"Yeah, a few people have said that - we definitely need to make sure it is in our play. It will give the audience something to remember!"

"You will need to make sure you rehearse properly because acting isn't easy. Believe it or not, I was in a theatre group before I got married and acted in several plays including some Shakespeare stuff. It was great fun and a really good all-round experience. Take it from me, you should try to get the most out of it while you are still young!" he said.

"Yes, I fully intend to give it my all," she smiled and nodded.

"So, which part are you playing?" he asked. "...It wouldn't be the 'Alex' character by any chance, would it?"

"I don't know, we are still writing the script. All I know is that I will be one of the five girls, but we are still arguing about who will play each of the main parts. We don't really have a director and it's all a bit disorganised."

"Yes, I can understand the apprehension, I bet nobody wants to play the part of Alex and get caned in front of an audience!" he laughed.

"No, far from it - the problem is that we all want to play the part of Alex!.......... Wait, I have an idea. To stop all the arguing, you should come back and cane all five of us to see who performs the role of Alex the best!" she grinned stupidly at him.

It was obviously a joke statement, but the thought of it seared straight into his mind. The idea of caning five sexy university students, wearing sexy schoolgirl uniforms, was firmly embedded into his brain. He allowed her teasing comment to pass, as there was nothing more he could add.

They eventually reached Grace's room, which was surprisingly neat and tidy for a student flat. She invited Steve to sit on her bed and they chatted more about the play. Steve tried to pass on some practical advice regarding acting in front of a live audience, however Grace didn't seem to be listening to what he was saying. She seemed to be miles away. Then suddenly she jumped up.

"I've had an idea. Wait here, I think I may have a nice surprise for you!"

With that, she flicked on the tv, opened a cupboard, grabbed a bag and disappeared into the bathroom. Steve wasn't particularly interested in what was on the TV, so after a few minutes he got up to look at the view from the window. Wandering around the room he flicked through some photos of Grace and her friends pinned to her noticeboard. The girls had their arms around each other. They were all young and very attractive. He lifted a couple of the photos and noticed one where several really attractive girls had stripped down to their bras and panties and were lying on the bed in Grace's room. They held drinks and looked like they were having a great time. He thought about taking a picture for himself but wisely resisted.

Noticing the top drawer of the dressing table was partly open, he slowly pulled the handle to reveal a pile of Grace's panties. He lifted out the top pair and immediately had a flashback to Grace lifting her short skirt to show him the crotch of a similar pair of white panties. Perhaps this was the same pair! Sadly, fresh clean panties, although delectable, were exactly that - fresh and clean! He carefully placed them back in the drawer and closed it quietly.

There was a white laundry basket behind her bedroom door so he decided to investigate. A pair of Grace's freshly worn panties would be much more interesting! He didn't have to search far to find a pair of panties that fitted the bill - black cotton with a slightly yellow-stained crotch. He pressed them tightly to his nose to see if they still retained the sweet aroma of her young pussy.

Unfortunately, he didn't hear the bathroom door open. Grace had quietly stepped out to the sight of Steve standing there, sniffing her worn panties. She cleared her throat to signify her presence. Steve froze. It was not a good look! Without looking up he dropped the offending garment back on top of the pile of dirty clothes and silently prayed that she had not seen what he was doing.

"Oh, Lauren's Dad! What do we have here!" Grace exclaimed in mock surprise. "We seem to have a knicker-sniffer in our midst."

".......I...I...was just..........." There was nothing he could say that would justify his actions, so he went for a lame joke. "I just wanted to see what kind of panties a university under-graduate wears........... it's purely for research purposes!

"Research indeed!" Grace laughed. She knew exactly what he was up to as she had been spying on him through a gap in the bathroom door and had waited for an opportune moment to catch him out. She timed it to perfection and knew that she now had the upper hand over him.

"So, you haven't mentioned if like my stage outfit or not, Lauren's Dad!" she commented.

In the utter embarrassment of being caught red-handed, he hadn't noticed that Grace had got changed into a schoolgirl uniform just like the '5ive Girls' poster picture, and was now standing in front of him looking as hot as fuck.

He slowly looked her up and down.......and up.....and down again.

She looked like every man's perverted dream, wearing black heels and black fishnets that made her legs look sleek and toned. Her dark blue/light blue plaid pleated mini skirt nipped in at her slender waist and hugged her hips before finishing high on her thighs.

A new addition was a navy-blue school blazer. Underneath she wore a pristine white school shirt that was quite tight across her pouting breasts and a blue and yellow striped tie fell nicely in the valley of her breasts. To finish off the naughty schoolgirl look, she had tied her long blonde hair back into two blonde pigtails.

"Oh my god, you look sensational!" he exclaimed with absolute sincerity. "But why have you got dressed like this now?"

"This is my costume for the show! As we were talking about it, I thought you might like to be the first person to see me wearing it!... I can take it off if you don't like......"

Grace reached for the hem of her short skirt and began to lift it slowly. After an inch or two it was clear that the fishnets she was wearing were actually fishnet stockings, with the clasps of black suspender straps contrasting beautifully with her creamy thighs.

"Shall I take it all off Lauren's Dad?" she asked innocently.

"Ahhh! No, it's okay, you can leave it on if you want....it looks fantastic but don't you think it's a bit too risqué for a play? Come to think of it, I don't remember the girls in the film wearing fishnet stockings - I thought it was more like traditional knee-length socks!" he pointed out.

"We are using 'artistic licence' and it will definitely help to bring the punters in! Also, I did mention to you that I like to wear stockings and suspenders, didn't I?" she smiled.

"I....I don't really remember..." he lied.

"I thought I showed you some pictures on my phone and you seemed to like them! You don't have to imagine what I look like now do you?"

She reached down and deliberately un-fastened the front of one of the suspender clasps, releasing the lacy black band at the top of a fishnet stocking.

"I remember that you said that you'd love the chance to help me fasten a suspender clasp without your hands shaking too much! So, let's see you in action then!"

He knew once again that he was being drawn-in to a situation he really shouldn't be in. He hesitated for a moment then looked at Grace. She silently nodded her head. He capitulated. So much for his good intentions!

He knelt in front of her as she offered a gorgeous, long leg to him. His head was more or less level with the bottom of her skirt, which she kindly lifted to allow him to access her stocking top. She then lifted it even higher.

"Look, I have tucked the suspender straps underneath my panties so I won't pee myself if I get caught short! Mind you, knicker-sniffer perverts like you might actually like water sports!"

Steve ignored her barbed jibes and reached for the dangling suspender strap. She watched with amusement as he fumbled with the metal fastening. He had to put his hand on her leg to try and hook it onto the stocking top.

"My God, you really are trembling aren't you!" she declared.

"Yes..... for some strange reason I'm not used to doing this!" he exclaimed in acute embarrassment.

"What about your wife Emily. Doesn't she allow you do her stockings?"

"Huh, no chance! She hasn't bothered to wear anything sexy for years - that would be far too much trouble for her," he replied.

"Well, that's not the way to keep your man happy!" Grace shook her head sagely.

Steve nodded. "Yeah, tell me about it!"

He eventually managed to complete the task and remained on his knees in front of Grace.

"Now we are all alone, I think I can offer you a better reward than the kiss on the cheek I gave you earlier! I guess that you enjoyed seeing my selfie pictures, so I'll give you the chance to take some shots of your own. The only stipulation is that you must use my phone. If you are lucky, I might send you a few shots that you like. Do we have a deal?" she asked, already knowing what his answer will be. Without waiting for him to agree, Grace unlocked her phone, put it into camera mode and handed it to Steve.

"So, Lauren's Dad, you are now the cameraman. Where do you want to shoot your naughty schoolgirl model?"

"Where do you suggest?" he hesitated.

"Maybe if I sit on a chair, you can get that sneaky upskirt shot you were attempting when I caught you at St. Mary's," she suggested. Again, she didn't wait for his answer and pulled a computer chair out from under a desk.

Sitting down, she leant back and placed her feet apart. To his delight her short pleated skirt rode up her young thighs to reveal a tantalising narrow band of alabaster thigh flesh above her stocking tops. The black suspender tabs at the front of each of her thighs peeked out provocatively from under the hem of her skirt. She smiled angelically at Steve.

"So, is this the shot you wanted Lauren's Dad? Maybe we could use it promote the play! We could rename it '5ive Girls and a Pervert'," she laughed loudly at her own joke.

Steve was feeling a little down-trodden by now. He looked at the gallery and it was actually a much sexier shot than the one he had tried to sneak. He snapped away, capturing image after image of fishnet stockings and nubile thighs. Grace held the pose, then slowly opened her legs wider to reveal the crotch of her white panties, framed beautifully by her jet-black stocking tops.

"...Or is this a better shot?"

Steve nodded again. He didn't think he had ever seen anything as sexy as this in all his life! Grace traced her finger tips up the insides of her thighs, agonisingly stopping below her panties.

"Lauren's Dad, why do you like my white cotton panties so much? I have a drawer full of lacy ones that are much sexier.... but you already know that, as you had a sneaky look, didn't you?" she teased.

His mouth was dry but he just about mustered the power of speech.

"I...I suppose I like them because they make you look innocent and pure," he replied. "...although that doesn't appear to be a very accurate summary of you, does it?" he laughed.

"No, I think you like them because they show my pussy when they ride up like this!"

With that, she slowly traced her index finger the full length of her pussy lips, pushing the material of the tight panties into her crack. Steve took the opportunity to capture it on her camera.

"Now pull your skirt right up so I can see all of your stocking tops. Good girl, that's it."

Click click click...

"Do you want me to take my blazer off.........or shall I just keep all my clothes on?" she asked, playing seductively with a suspender strap.

It was a blatant trap to see if Steve was willing to engage further. He decided that he could not be the instigator of any of Grace's nefarious little schemes.

"If you want to take it off, feel free. I'm sure you will look very nice in your shirt," he replied.

She began to slip her arms out of the navy-blue blazer. He took more pics.

"That's it, nice and slowly."

Click click click.

"Just put it behind you. Good, yes you look lovely."

"Do you think this shirt is too tight for me Lauren's Dad?" she asked innocently.

He could see Grace's young pert tits pushing through the thin material. She ran her hands over them to exaggerate the inadequacy of the shirt. She then cupped her breasts, offering them to the camera. Steve was loving it and capturing every move. Her nipples were rock-hard and he knew that she was now in full 'exhibitionist' mode.

"Do you like my tits?"

It was a stupid question. One to which she already knew the answer to! He nodded.

"Do you think they are too small?"

"No, I think they are perfect!"

"Ooh my nipples are poking out...... I hope they don't spoil the pictures!"

He wiped the sweat off his forehead. Things hadn't gone according to plan... but he carried on capturing her sexy young body in pictures.

"Don't forget to get some pictures of my bum!" she exclaimed, turning around to lift up her skirt and revealing the delicious cheeks of her arse. Her white panties disappearing between the valley of her bum cheeks. Steve looked at this vision of perfection and thought he must be in heaven. He zoomed in to her crotch and arse to capture all her feminine details.

"You seem to like showing off your body young lady! Surely you don't do it just for me?"

"No, I do it for ME!" she replied.

Steve looked puzzled. "What? Why?"

"When I was a teenager, I loved to tease the older boys and I would often play with my skirt to accidentally show them my panties. Sometimes they would get angry, call me a tease and chase me. I remember once they caught me, grabbed my arms and legs and carried me to a lamp post, saying that I was nothing but a teasing little slut who deserved to be tied up and whipped.

I pretended to try to escape as they wrapped some string around me but somehow my skirt got rucked up in the struggle. There I was, helpless and tied to a post with my little white panties on show for all the boys to see. It got me so excited that my heart nearly exploded when they demanded revenge for my teasing. They dared each other to kiss me, then one of them got brave and ran his fingers over the front of my panties. Just when it was getting more interesting somebody came down the street. The boys got scared and let me go. Talk about being frustrated - boys can be so immature!

I didn't really know what was happening to me but I knew I was more turned on than ever before. I had to run home and play with my cunny until I creamed my panties. It was a massive adrenaline rush! To this day, I can still remember the feeling of helplessness at being tied up, with the boys free to do whatever they wanted with me. Accidentally showing my panties to unsuspecting men still makes me horny!"

Steve nodded sympathetically.

"Would you like to see how I played with myself on that day that they tied me up?" she asked.

He could not imagine anything better.

"Go for it!" he grinned.

Grace reached for a black bag with a draw string tie and pulled out a 6* long pink bullet shaped vibrator. Before she turned it on, she lifted the front of her skirt and traced it up and down her pussy lips, clearly outlined through her white panties. Steve zoomed in and captured the erotic action.

"Before I get too carried away, take a look in here," she said, offering him the black bag.

"What is it?"

"Handcuffs and a whip," she replied.

He looked puzzled, but nothing should have surprised him with this girl!

"What's the whip for.... Or do I really need to ask. Do you want to be spanked again?"

After all the dirty thoughts that had passed through his main in the last few weeks, it was almost too easy to imagine Grace tied to the bed, dressed in her old school uniform, ready for a whipping. He could hardly believe his luck and was already sporting an impressive bulge in his jeans.

She smiled as she nodded her head.

"I sometimes whip myself when I think of you spanking me in the classroom at St Mary's...."

"So, I take it you want to feel the helplessness like when the boys tied you to the post. Am I correct?"

She nodded. "Yeah. That's part of it. Plus, I just wanted to see if it is as good as in my fantasies.

He shook his head in disbelief at the candour of this girl. But he wasn't going to complain!

"So, what's the scenario?"

Grace moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Well, I was thinking of lying face down and having my wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts...."

"Really...?'" he gasped.

In the odd silence which followed, Steve reached into the bag and produced four tethered cuffs. They were all black, with Velcro closures and a fake fur lining for comfort. The straps were fairly long, giving him plenty of opportunity to provide adequate slack while still being able to tie them securely.

The whip was made of black leather and had a short handle and a dozen or so thin leather strands. He gave it a few test swings, impressed by the sound the leather strips made as they whizzed through the air.

"Oooh, that sounds menacing!" Grace commented.

He put the whip on the bed, next to the cuffs. "Well, I guess we'd better start, or we won't get back to the Uni in time," he said, looking at his watch.

"Yeah, you're right."

He watched Grace wriggle to the centre of the bed and present with her arms and her legs toward the bedposts in an 'X' shape. He carefully fastened each cuff, then he tied each strap to the bedposts. Standing at the foot of the bed, he admired his handiwork as Grace tentatively tugged at her restraints to test her bondage. At that moment, he understood why so many men and women seem to find a bound woman so irresistible. Grace was effectively powerless to stop him having his wicked way with her if he decided to do it. Boy, oh boy, the temptation was real. He could easily tear off her white panties and fuck her. She was completely at his mercy.

He had watched porn where women were whipped and it varied between the sensual and the harsh where the women screamed, struggled and even cried. Part of him wanted to know how she would react to both scenarios. For some strange reason he became aware that the bulge in his jeans was becoming a tad painful. Moving to the side of the bed, he sat beside Grace and stroked her blonde hair. He looked at the whip in his hand.

"How hard do you want it?" he asked.

"It looks pretty hard already," she laughed. "But I'll take the whip on my bum. You can do it as hard as you think I deserve. Remember, I have been very naughty!"

"Just a minute," he declared, looking at her prone body and hoping to make the most of his advantage. He ran his hands up her legs, feeling the roughness of the nylon fishnet stockings until he reached the tops. He loved the area of bare flesh just above the stocking tops where the suspender belt straps were digging into the top of her soft thighs. He caressed her hot flesh and traced her suspender straps with his fingers, tugging on the elastic. He wanted to savour the moment so he slowly pulled her pleated skirt up over her back to reveal her gorgeous white schoolgirl panties in all their glory. This was worthy of another few pictures. Snap. Snap. Snap.

He gently patted her bum followed by moments of squeezing and caressing, causing her to release small moans of pleasure. He could continue doing this forever! He traced one finger from her neck, all the way down the valley between her gorgeous bum cheeks to finish at her crotch. He hesitated there and probed gently between her pussy lips. He could feel the heat from her pussy. She moaned again, pushing herself against his finger. He resisted the urge to slip his hand under the gusset of the panties and play with her pouting pussy. He picked up the whip.

"Okay. Enough teasing. Time to start!"

He began with gentle wrist flicks over her knickered bum. She sighed softly. "That feels good..." she whispered, tugging again at the wrist cuffs. "You can do it harder and remember to take some pictures!"

He changed his aim to whip her thighs just above her stocking tops, which seemed to be more painful as Grace let out small yelps. Red marks slowly appeared where the strands had bitten into her pale skin. He then laid down four harder swipes to each of Grace's knicker clad bum cheeks. She let out small screams of girly pain.

The power and control he had been given was beginning to go to his head. It was new territory for him. His wife, Emily would never allow herself to submit to him in this way. He was loving it. He wanted to make the most of his advantage so struck harder. They must have been painful swipes as he could hear sharp intakes of breath and small squeals after each. Still Grace did not ask him to stop.

He wanted to hear how the whip sounded on her naked bottom, so decided up pull down her panties. She seemed to be willing and somehow it seemed like the right thing to do. He hooked his fingers into the top of her panties and pulled them inside out to just below her bum cheeks. Unfortunately, her splayed legs prevented them from going any further down. He savoured the view and stroked her naked flesh noticing a few small spots of white juice around her shaven pussy lips.

Her bum was a thing of beauty and it simply had to be squeezed and caressed. Steve helped himself.

"Lauren's Dad, I've just thought...... If I screamed for help at the top of my voice right now, you would be in big trouble! Wouldn't look very good, would it? I can see the headlines now: University undergraduate taken prisoner, dressed up as a schoolgirl, tied up and whipped on her bare bottom by a visiting parent......... No, not good at all!"

Suddenly Steve's blood ran cold and fear spread over his face. Was she joking? Teasing him once again? He desperately hoped so, but didn't want to appear to be stupid enough to ask.

"Do.....do you still want me to carry on?" he muttered, having turned white as a sheet.

Grace looked into his eyes and burst into fits of laughter.

"Oh, Lauren's Dad, you soooo easy to wind-up!"

Steve managed to breathe once again, although the thought of getting caught was now firmly implanted in his mind. He was angry that she was toying with him and decided that this teasing little slut was really going to get it now!

He whipped her bare bum with renewed vigour noticing how her young body flinched when a stray leather strand caught her lower bum cheeks near the crease with her upper thighs.

"It must be really tender there," he thought to himself and aimed for the same place again. He was warming to the task and loving the sound of the leather whip on her naked flesh.

"Take that, you naughty girl!" You deserve to be whipped, for teasing me."

Grace didn't reply but nodded her head and whimpered softly. Was she was crying? Had he overdone it?

"You are a just a naughty schoolgirl who deserves to be punished!"

He decided to put down the whip and use his hand to spank her in the old-fashioned way. This gave him more control over the strokes and allowed him the pleasure of caressing her soft pliable bum between the spanks. Her arse cheeks were now a brighter red and the tell-tale stray marks from strands of the whip were evident around the sides of her torso.

After a dozen or so hard hand spanks he paused to survey the damage that he had inflicted. Have you had enough now?" he asked, taking a few pictures of her punished bottom. After Grace's alarming 'what if I scream' comment, he was happy to manoeuvre himself into a safer situation.

"Undo me so I can turn over," Grace replied.

Steve released her from the Velcro fastenings but Grace flipped onto her back and offered her hands and legs to be re-fastened to the bed.

"Look, I know I frightened you, but it was funny! Can we do just a few more pictures....please Lauren's Dad?" she pleaded.

"OK just a few more. What did you have in mind?"

She hesitated slightly.

"Undo my shirt and whip my tits."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please"

Time seemed to slow considerably as he leaned over her and beginning with the top button, he slowly took off her tie and exposed her firm young breasts. When fully unbuttoned, he spread the shirt wide open to provide a full view of her uncovered torso. There she lay, slim, toned and gorgeous. Her nipples were like pokey little rose-pink buttons framed by minimal matching aureoles. Her body had the golden glow of a girl who had recently had a holiday in the sun. As there were no tan lines on her breasts, she obviously went topless.

The sight of her nakedness made Steve became conscious of his own arousal. He was also aware of how much he wanted to touch her in an intimate way. He reached for the, as yet, unused pink vibrator and turned it on to initiate a deep buzzing noise. He ran the vibrating tip over her breasts and down her flat stomach until he reached the top of her white panties. Her pussy was obviously shaven as he could see the outline of her slit through the material. With the lightest of touches, he traced up and down her pussy, the tip of the toy just brushing the cotton of her panties. Grace moaned with pleasure as the vibrations heightened her arousal. She closed her eyes tightly.

Steve pressed the vibe a little harder and could soon see a spot of wetness appear on her panties. He concentrated on this area and the damp patch began to spread. It was role reversal for him to be able to tease Grace and he loved the thought that he could still turn on a girl who was half his age.

With Grace's eyes still closed and her breathing becoming more rapid, he slid the vibe down the top of her panties rubbed it over her shaven pussy lips. She jolted with surprise and pleasure as Steve found the perfect position for the plastic-pleasure-giver. Bisecting her pussy lips and held in place by her tight white panties, he withdrew his fingers and admired his handywork. He could see the bulging outline of the vibe. She was going to be sexually stimulated whilst he played with the whip!

Sitting beside her on the bed, he retrieved the whip and gently dangled the thin strips of leather across her beautiful face. Grace still had her eyes close and seemed to be concentrating on the vibe, so he dragged the leather strips down her neck, over her breasts, and repeatedly brushed slowly back and forth across her naked tits. Her head tipped back on the pillow. What he was doing was clearly arousing for her. The gentle brushing of her breasts didn't last very long but when he finally put the whip beside her on the bed, she whimpered.

"Do you really want me to whip you across your tits?" he asked. She nodded.

"It's part of my fantasy!"

He drew back his arm and flicked the strands of the whip diagonally across her beautiful breasts. Faint red marks immediately appeared. His fingers traced the lines and brushed against one of her nipples. He noted the rise and fall in her body as she braced herself for more strokes.

He retrieved the phone and was once again got to work on the pictures. Grace looked so beautiful, so vulnerable and amazingly, she appeared to be completely at ease despite being tied face up to the bedposts.

He carried on clicking away uncomfortably, since his rock-hard cock was over-ruling every other emotion and thought. He had given up trying to hide the bulge in his trousers. It had not gone un-noticed!

"You can touch me if you want, I don't bite!" she softly invited him.

He had so far more or less resisted, knowing that he shouldn't, but she was tempting him again! He allowed his cock to lead his head and reached out to take a hard nipple between his thumb and finger.

"I am now going to pinch your nipples quite hard." he said quietly. "This may hurt a little"

"It's okay," she mumbled.

He squeezed her already hardened nipples and pulled on them as though he was lifting her breasts up by her nipples. She let out a long breath that came out as a "nooooo."

He released them and sucked on the extended hard nipples, soaking them with his saliva as they protruded hard and firm. The feel of Grace's firm young tits caused his cock to throb even more painfully. The only solution was to give his cock room to expand properly. He unzipped and removed his 7- inch cock from his boxers. It's dark purple head, peeked out of the foreskin, oozing traces of clear liquid out of his hole. He was getting desperate for some stimulation, so why use his own hand when he had a sexy schoolgirl tied up in front of him? He knew he was about to cross another line, but it seemed natural and inevitable.

"Grace, open your mouth and suck my cock."

He straddled her head. She looked up at him, she was beautiful. This was the point of no return. He offered his throbbing erection to her soft lips. At first it looked like she may refuse to take his leaking cock into her mouth. Instead, she kissed and licked the tip, causing him to moan softly. Then, obediently, her red lips parted and he slid just the head of his throbbing cock into her warm wet mouth.

That was it. He began wanking as her head bobbed up and down his shaft. To gain more leverage he used one hand to guide her head up and down his shaft, while the other explored her body. He reached down to play with the vibrator that was continuing to do its evil work on her sodden panty-covered pussy.

Past caring, they pleasured each other with increasing urgency. Steve knew he was rapidly approaching orgasm. He slipped his fingers inside her panties alongside the vibe and cupped her wet mound. He rubbed her clit at the same time as he pumped his fat shaft down her throat.

"Yes, suck my cock. That feels so fucking good. You are a natural born cock sucker. I am going to cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow it all, you dirty slut!"

Her eyes widened at being called a 'slut'. Steve assumed she liked it so carried on with the dirty talk.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, I am going to cum, that feels so fucking good. That feels so fucking good. Oh yes, I am going to cum in your mouth you dirty fucking slut! Oh yessssss..." And with that, Steve exploded what felt like copious amounts of warm thick hot spunk into the willing girl's mouth.

"Swallow my spunk your dirty slut..." And she did. All of it.

He slowly withdrew his cock from her hot little mouth and offered her the extra few drops of spunk that there always is. She collected them with her hot little tongue and gulped them down like a good girl.

He gazed in awe at the sexy sight in front of him and soon discovered that, for once in his life, he still had some fuel left in the tank and his cock remained semi-hard. Sliding down the bed, he pulled the love juice-soaked vibrator out of her sopping panties and began to coax his cock back into action. He moved forward and placed his bulbous cock head against her wet panties right over her juicy pussy lips.

Grace moaned in anticipation of his hard cock rubbing against her mound and he did not disappoint. Her breaths gradually became shorter and more urgent as he rubbed up and down. This was the nearest thing to actually fucking this beautiful young girl as he could possibly get!

She looked at him with expectation and the anticipation of more. "Are you going to fuck me Lauren's Dad? Is my pussy wet enough for Daddy's big cock?"

He noticed that she had just called him 'Daddy'.

"Have I made it wet enough for you, Daddy?" She asked, cleverly teasing him. Her dirty talk was making him lose control again.

Steve looked down at Grace. She looked so lovely in her black heels, black stockings, suspenders, flipped up skirt, open shirt and school tie. He wanted to fuck her soft, yielding body, but he knew he couldn't.

She could see that his face was now covered in sweat. His cock felt like a rod of steel against her delicate, pubic mound. She began to groan even more as he pressed harder. For a second, he was worried that his cock was going to push right through the material of the wet panties. It was such a massive turn on that right now he didn't care for anything but the pleasure. She taunted him again.

"Is that nice, Daddy? Do you like rubbing your big cock against my little girl's pussy? Is it making you excited, Daddy? Oh Daddy, are you planning to fuck me? Are you planning to cum in my tight little pussy? Or are you going to cum all over my schoolgirl tits? Oh Daddy, you are naughty! You are so naughty fucking a little schoolgirl! Oh Daddy!"

"Look, as much as I would love to, I'm not going to fuck you, I can't - it's just not right!" he said.

Grace could feel every stroke of his hard fat cock rubbing against her clit. Her juices had soaked the inside of her panties. He rocked up and down, pressing his cock against the front of her pussy. Her groans turned into grunts and cries filled the room. He gave a final prolonged thrust and sent his hot white spunk all over the front of her panties and stomach. Some blobs even reached as far as her pierced naval.

He looked at Grace laid on her bed just dressed in her heels, stockings, suspenders and open white shirt. Her legs were spread wide. She had been close to cumming and she made no secret of this fact as her groans had become louder and louder.

Steve then did something surprising. Leaning down he kissed her passionately on the lips. Grace was shocked by this act of intimacy but it felt quite nice and appeared to be the act of someone who genuinely cared for her.

He released her wrists and ankles from their Velcro fastenings then picked up the phone that had been discarded on the bed. He pointed the camera at her.

"Now Slut, show Daddy how you make yourself cum!"

He watched as she spread her totally shaved pussy to play with herself. Her clitoral hood was prominent and just below was an adorable little recessed slit, perfectly designed for her clit when it slid out. She spread her pussy with one hand and stroked her soaking slit with the other. She was gaping open and drooling pussy juice.

She closed her eyes and teased herself first with one finger then a second, spreading her hot juices up her slit and slowly wetting her clit. Then gently dipping her fingers into her sweet pussy. Her clitoris was out, and ready for further coaxing. Remembering that he had the camera he zoomed in for some pink pussy shots.

Reaching down, she cupped her hot wet vulva in her right hand and stroked up and down. Using two fingers to push on either side of her clit she then squeezed in and out. It was getting noticeably pinker and more prominent.

She let out a soft moan as her cunt tightened gently, gripping her fingertips. She looked straight into the camera and licked her sweet juices slowly from her fingers as if it was something she loved to do. She returned her hand to her pussy slowly circling her clit with the tip of her index finger. A hot shiver ran down her whole body and she gently pushed her fingers deep inside her pussy.

"Ahhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck!" She exclaimed as a huge orgasm gripped her whole body.

She lay there panting, her soft breasts, rising and falling in time with her breathing. Steve stared and smiled. She had such a pretty face.

"Lauren's Dad, I... I love seeing you... you're so nice to me and we have lots of naughty fun! You make me feel so special! Shall we have a look at the pictures you took?"

"Oh, yes please," He replied.

They sat together on her bed as she flicked through almost 150 of the images Steve had taken. The lighting wasn't the best, but the camera lens was decent and the quality of the shots was quite good. Grace agreed to send him a few of the ones where her face wasn't showing, especially the upskirt ones.

Their journey back to the University building could have been really awkward, but strangely it wasn't. Grace furnished Steve with some useful information on what to look for when scoping out university accommodation and pointed out some of the landmarks on the journey.

When they returned, they met up with Emily and Lauren and decided to all go to the refectory for a coffee and a group de-brief session. During their conversations, Grace happened to mentioned that she was very excited to have a part in a theatre production for Halloween, but had not done any acting before. She explained that it will be a good opportunity for her and that Steve had already been really helpful in providing her with some valuable advice from his amateur dramatics career.

Lauren was impressed that her father actually appeared to be of some use to somebody and asked what the play was about. Without going into the sordid details, Grace explained that they were having some casting problems with the five girls all wanting to play the lead role and they were looking for some independent expertise to resolve it.

Then without warning Grace dropped a bombshell, "I know this is a bit irregular, but can I ask if Lauren's dad will come back and help us sort out the casting problems? It will just be a one-off and he has lots of knowledge about the workings of amateur dramatics will know what is needed. Please say yes! Please. Please!"

They all looked at Steve, who tried to remain calm and un-flustered, even though his insides were churning.

Emily was the first to speak, "Well, I suppose it's only fair. Grace has gone out of her way to help Lauren, so if Steve can help you in any way, it will go some way to redressing the balance. I'm sure he will be delighted to help you. Isn't that so Steve?"

He gulped. "Yes, I'll see what I can do!"

END