Rectory of Correction by Amanita Virosa

mind,’ he said dryly. ‘Still, there will no doubt be plenty of opportunities to teach you how to perform this task properly. Lick me clean, now.’ He turned to Faith. ‘I shall deal with your failure to instruct her tonight. In the meantime you had better lick that up. All of it, and be quick about it, girl.’
    The maid took a deep breath and bent to lick the still-warm fluid from Linnet’s breasts as the girl lapped the last dribbles from his deflating manhood.
    â€˜Hurry up, girls,’ the Reverend grunted, as Faith swallowed a mouthful of the viscous stuff and bent to lick the dribbles from Linnet’s thighs, ‘all this exercise has made me rather hungry!’
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Chapter Four
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    It was a distinctly subdued little knot of girls that waited in the corridor outside the schoolroom after supper. Every time Amelia so much as twitched a muscle, the pressure of the whipping drawers on her bottom made her aware how very sore her behind already was, and how little she desired more punishment. Placing a hand, gingerly, on her tender buttock, she suppressed a wince.
    The thought of having to kow-tow to Bella and Kirsty was appalling. By rights it should have been her strutting around with a prefect’s badge pinned to her blouse and cane gripped in her hand. Instead, Amelia faced ‘detention’, and heaven only knew what that beast of a prelate meant to do to her. She had to clench her fists and will back tears when she thought about the unfairness of it all.
    â€˜Wait in silence,’ the Reverend Dawes had told them, helping himself to a slice of fruit cake. Supper had not been meagre in quantity, but the fare had been distinctly plain. Amelia had seen the expression on Gretchen’s face when she’d realised she was not going to get a crumb of the big cake. At least the Reverend had seemed in an unusually good mood, and had found no further fault with his trembling charges as they dutifully munched their bread and dripping around the table.
    Gretchen was still pouting glumly as the four girls stood waiting by the door. Charlotte did not look a great deal happier. She scowled mutinously and kicked disconsolately at the skirting board. Amelia knew how Charlotte felt, but the time had long since passed when she was foolish enough to display her displeasure quite so recklessly. Amelia looked away. Bella alone seemed, if not exactly cheerful, at least resigned to her fate.
    â€˜I suppose that ginger slut is having another slice by now, or sucking something more savoury, perhaps!’ Clearly Charlotte could hold her peace no longer. ‘It was a damned poor go making her a prefect. Bella, it should have been you and me.’ She looked at her friend for support.
    Arabella put a finger to her lips and frowned. Charlotte gave her, and the others, a despairing look, then shrugged. ‘For God’s sake, Porky, the little cow is not around us now. It’s not as if these two would peach...’
    Bella drew herself up to her full height and looked down her aquiline nose at her erstwhile friend.
    â€˜Do not call me that any more, Charlotte, unless you want to find yourself on the wrong end of my stick,’ she almost spat.
    Charlotte looked at her old friend with incredulity, but there was no doubting that Bella meant exactly what she said. If Charlotte had been about to reply to this rebuke she thought better of it as she stared into Bella’s unflinching gaze. Charlotte licked her lips anxiously, and after that she held her tongue in check.
    The four girls waited glumly for another fifteen minutes. Amelia was almost out of her mind with apprehension by the time she heard the Reverend’s footfall in the corridor. He came into view, followed by a solemn-looking Faith, who was carrying a large tray loaded with straps and all manner of other peculiar objects.
    â€˜Right, girls, ready to do a little atoning for your sins?’ the Reverend asked