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curiosity.
    â€œWhy’s that? Tell me.”
    â€œOr what?” Tiffany answered, her face now flushed pink but the challenge in her voice unmistakable.
    â€œAnother spanking?” Peter suggested, but Tiffany merely laughed.
    â€œYour knickers stuck up your backside?” he went on, recalling a particularly dirty moment from one of the few blue films he’d seen. “Half way up anyway. I’d leave a little tail hanging out and send you back to St. Monica’s like that.”
    â€œPig.”
    â€œTell me about Vicky and I won’t do it.”
    â€œDo it and I won’t tell you about Vicky.”
    â€œOkay, your knickers stuck in your mouth, then.”
    â€œYou wouldn’t!”
    â€œI would,” Peter replied, reaching for the discarded panties.
    â€œOkay, okay,” Tiffany said hastily, her face redder than ever. “I used to be Vicky’s toasty girl vi , but …”
    â€œWhat’s a toasty girl?”
    â€œYou know, a girl who warms up another girl’s bed for her … In other words, someone who … helps her out when she’s feeling … dirty. Don’t you boys do something like that Broadfields?”
    â€œNot normally, no,” Peter answered and quickly changed the subject back to more fruitful ground. “So Vicky used to take you to bed, for what?”
    â€œOh, you know, she’d make me fiddle with her cunt and kiss her tits.”
    â€œDid she spank you?”
    â€œYes, of course, and if I was really badly behaved she’d sit on my face and make me lick her cunt and … and her other hole.”
    Peter gave a hollow moan and put his hand to his cock, which had begun to swell again, his eyes shut as he pictured the look of consternation and horror on Tiffany’s face as the bigger girl squatted down to have her bottom licked. It was immensely appealing and unspeakably rude at the same time, maybe too rude.
    â€œYou’re teasing me again, aren’t you?” he said.
    â€œNo,” she assured him. “Vicky was the one who taught me how nice it is to fiddle with myself, and to put things in my bottom. I was her toasty girl for two terms, and of course she used to punish me. That’s just the way it is. Usually it would be a spanking, across her knee with my skirt turned up for a few smacks on my knickers before she pulled them down, just the way you like to do me. Sometimes she’d use her hairbrush instead of her hand, but if I’d been really insolent, or if she was in a dirty mood, then she’d put her bum in my face. I used to hate it, and I used to love it too. How dirty is that? Then Christine told her I used to play with Alice, because Christine had a crush on Vicky and wanted to be her toasty girl instead of me. Vicky got jealous and she doesn’t really trust me now, but if you speak to her she’ll know it’s for real.”
    Tiffany went quiet for a moment, then began to talk again, her voice now soft and urgent.
    â€œVicky punished us together, Alice and me, after she found out. She caught us and dragged us into the showers, where she made us kneel side by side, in our clothes but with our skirts up and our knickers pulled down. Then she spanked us, with her hand first, then she rubbed our cunts with toothpaste, and put her fingers up our bottom holes to make it sting and got back to the spanking with a big wooden bath brush. It hurt so much and I cried and cried. Poor Alice wet herself, right into her splayed knickers, but Vicky just laughed. Then she came to stand over me, and she made me watch while she lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers aside. She told me she was going to piddle on me, and then she did it, all over my butt and all over my back and in my hair and in my face. She even made me open my mouth so she could pee in it, and she made me swallow, and …”
    â€œNow I know you’re teasing,” Peter broke in. “But I swear that