Fan Fiction ❯ Intrigue at Warfield ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: the author owns none of the characters contained herein.

Warnings: sensitive topic matters, drinking, swearing, spanking. If these aren't your cup of tea, then I'd suggest you find something else to read.

As James walks out of his last class for the day he sees Mr. Mitchell carrying a large box wrapped with gift-wrap.

"Hello Mr. Mitchell."

"Ah, James, just the guy I was looking for. This just arrived for you from your uncle."

He hands James the box and asks, "Were you expecting anything?"

With confusion apparent on his face James replies, "No I wasn't, what do you suppose it is?"

Mitchell laughs and says, "If I know your uncle whatever it is will be unexpected and dead useful. See ya in gym class James."

James heads to his room carrying the box.

Finding the room empty he figures this is the best time to open the present away from even the prying eyes of Iq.

James quickly unwraps and opens the box. Inside he finds four things, an envelope, a large bottle of pre-mixed vodka martini, a portable DVD player, and a mahogany box with the crest of MI6 and Warfield side-by-side. Attached to the top of the DVD player is a note in 007's handwriting, "There's a DVD in just play it."

James gets a glass and pours himself a small drink from his uncle and sets up the DVD player.

The young spy takes a small sip as he starts the player.

On the screen James Bond, 007, appears. "Nephew, I hope you appreciate the martini mix, I know it's not your favorite but I hope it'll do." James lifts his glass in a small salute. "In the envelope, you will find two pieces of paper with addresses written on them. One of them will also have a key taped to it, that one is the address of a flat I maintain in London. Feel free to make use of it any time; I keep it only for appearances sake. The other address is for a group of very talented ladies that I know." The lecherous grin on 007's face tells James exactly what the 'talents' of those ladies are. "I rarely have need of their services, but I fond then very useful in instructing a young man in certain matters about the way of the world. If I know you James, you already have a young lady doting on you hand and foot already, but still you may find a few visits, instructional." 007's face becomes serious as he says, "Now if you haven't opened the mahogany box yet, please pause this and do so."

Intrigued, James complies with his uncles' requests. Inside the box James is amazed to find a Walther PPK 7.65 mm pistol, two loaded clips, and a shoulder holster, the type 007 uses, occupies the bottom half of the case, and a gun cleaning kit occupies the other half.

James starts the movie back up, his drink forgotten. "Now, you're no doubt surprised at the contents of the box. James, I truly hope you never have to use that pistol, but I know you well enough to know that you will use it to protect those people and things that are important to you. James Bond Jr., I fear the time is fast approaching when you will have no choice but to employ that gun. All I can do is remind you of the first law of the gun." In unison uncle and nephew say, "Never draw your gun unless you are fully prepared to take another human beings life." With that James falls back into his seat. "One last word of warning, my young nephew, things are not as they seem at Warfield Academy. Keep your friends close, and don't be too sure of your enemies. This is James Bond, 007, Commander in Her Majesties Secret Service, signing off."

With that the screen displays the MI6 crest and goes blank.

There's a knock on the door and it opens immediately, "James," call out Mr. Mitchell's voice.

The door is partially open when James slams the box closed, "Yes Mr. Mitchell?"

Mr. Mitchell, who saw James' action says, "I was just coming to see what 007 wanted."

James replies in a slightly nervous but nonchalant voice, "Oh nothing."

Mitchell looks James right square in the eye, "I don't believe that for a second James. However, I'm not going to press, you'll tell me when you're ready to or when you think I need to know."

"Thank you Mr. Mitchell, how can I thank you?"

"Simple, don't make me regret this decision." Both men laugh and James offers Mitchell a drink.

"No thanks James, and if you don't want that stuff confiscated I'd suggest you hide it."

"Good idea Mr. Mitchell."

Mitchell takes his leave as James puts the entirety of the gift in his footlocker and locks it.

Looking at a clock, James realizes he needs to hurry to the Headmaster's office. Tracy had promised to distract her father for a few hours so James could safely explore the secret passage in his office. James is still perplexed at the grin on Tracy's face when she said she'd 'distract' her father. If he didn't know better he'd say she was going to… no, cut that thought off right there, this is her father.

James makes it to the office without incident and spends the next several hours exploring the nooks and crannies, looking for someplace safe to hide his newest accusations, courtesy of his uncle. Finally, he finds a spot, completely by accident. A small recess that is almost impossible to see, even if you know it's there and are looking for it.

James looks at his watch and hurries to his room, it's almost midnight, where did the time go?

James exits the passage to find Tracy standing in her father's office. In what she's wearing he can tell she's a natural brunette. Tracy is naked as the day she was born.

James stammers, "Tracy what are you doing? Your father could come in here at any time."

She smiles seductively at him and says, "Don't worry about Daddy, I left him sleeping in his bed. I have plans for you tonight."

Remembering the last time she had plans for him he says, "Alright, what do you have in mind?"

Tracy takes him and sets him in her fathers' chair. She crawls under her fathers' desk and opens James fly. As she removes his cock it goes from flaccid to rock hard in a matter of seconds.

"Hmm, anticipating something are we, Mr. Bond," Tracy says just before she engulfs his prick.

James isn't quite so shock this time so he manages to hold out for five minutes before he feels that tingling in his nuts, warning him that an explosion is imminent.

"Tracy I'm about to cum."

Just before the point of no return the office door opens and in walks Mr. Milbanks in his evening clothes. "What the blazes are you doing in my office Mr. Bond?"

James is frozen with terror as Tracy stands up and faces her father, "Hello Daddy, I didn't think you'd be awake before morning so I thought we'd borrow your office, I hope you don't mind."

Mr. Milbanks takes in the scene in an instant, "Mr. Bond, was my daughter performing fellatio on you?"

With his terror increasing by the second, James nods his head.

To his amazement, Mr. Milbanks smiles and says, "She's quite skillful isn't she?"

James stammers, "Y-y-yes sir."

Mr. Milbanks scowls as he addresses his daughter, "My dear you have been very naughty, and you know what happens to naughty girls don't you?"

Tracy looks down and, in a small voice, says, "Yes daddy."

"Good then go get the paddle."

Tracy goes and gets what looks like a ping-pong paddle, only this one's had the rubber taken off and several holes drilled through it, from behind some books on the shelf.

She goes over to her father and presents it to him as thought it were a sacred relic.

"I shall not be the one administering your punishment tonight young lady. That task shall be given to Mr. Bond."

Tracy goes over to James and gives him the paddle. Then she lays herself across his lap, with his still hard cock poking her in the stomach.

Mr. Milbanks says, "Mr. Bond, you are to give my daughter twenty-five hard swats on her ass with that paddle. If I feel you are being to gentle I shall extend her punishment until such time as I believe she has been properly punished, is this understood?"

"Yes sir," James says with a lot of nervousness.

"Don't forget to thank him after every swing my dear."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Very well Mr. Bond, you may begin."

With Mr. Milbanks' warning about being too gentle James swings the paddle as hard as he can.

Tracy screams from the pain and then says, "Thank you, Master."

"Good swing Mr. Bond, please continue."

Again James swings with as much force as he can muster, and again Tracy screams and says, "Thank you, Master."

This process is repeated twenty-three more times, with Tracy's ass cheeks getting redder and redder.

Finally the process is done and Tracy slips off James' lap. She immediately assumes a kneeling position at James' feet.

"Mr. Bond," the headmaster says, "have you had sex with my daughter as yet?"

James' nervousness has mostly receded during Tracy's punishment. "No sir I have not," he says with conviction.

"Very well, I do believe it is time to remedy that situation. Daughter, stand up and bend over my desk."

Tracy immediately stands up, faces her father across his desk, and then bend over it, her head is, not accidentally, just at crotch height.

"Stand up Mr. Bond."

As James does so, his erection comes into view.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get to it."

"Get to what sir?"

"Mr. Bond, you are not stupid so don't act as such. I am ordering you, as your headmaster, to fuck my daughter."

With out another word, James positions his cock at Tracy's entrance. Amazingly, he finds her sopping wet.

Still mindful of the state of her rear, James gently enters her.

Mr. Milbanks reaches into his pajama bottoms and pulls out his old wrinkled erection. "Do not bother being gentle with the bitch Mr. Bond. After all, she's only a warm hole."

With that Mr. Milbanks shoves his cock down his daughters throat and begins to fuck her face.

James' thrust speed up as it becomes evident that Tracy is enjoying it.

After less then two minutes Mr. Milbanks gives his daughter a stomach full. He goes over and sits down in a chair as the two young people continue to thrust against each other.

About a minute later Tracy cums with a scream.

Mr. Milbanks says, "Don't you dare cum in my daughter Mr. Bond."

So instead James pulls his cock out of Tracy and give her solid red ass cheeks several steaks and dots of white.

"Daughter, go to your room and stay there. I will talk to you tomorrow about this."

Tracy stands up, reaches around, scopes as large glob of semen off her ass cheeks, and then sticks the finger in her mouth. She then goes over and gets a robe that James' hadn't noticed, puts it on and leaves.

"Mr. Bond," Mr. Milbanks says.

"Yes Mr. Milbanks?"

"I am not going to order you to discontinue your relationship with my daughter. I'm not even going to insist you make any promises regarding marriage. I am only going to give you one instruction concerning my daughter."

"What would that be Mr. Milbanks?"

For the first time tonight James sees anger in the old mans eyes and hears it in his voice when he says, "You had better take care of my daughter!"

"I promise to Mr. Milbanks!"

Seemingly mollified Milbanks says, "Very well Mr. Bond. Now please retire to your room for the evening. Also, I trust you shall be discreet concerning the events of this evening?"

"Of course Mr. Milbanks."

"Good evening then."

"Good evening, sir."

James makes himself decent and sneaks back to his room.

Not surprisingly, Iq is already asleep.

James quickly changes into his sleepwear and falls into bed.

He falls asleep with the day's events still running through his mind.

The end, for now.

A/N: I do not condone several of the actions contained in this story. I personally deplore the actions of Mr. Milbanks, however, they will play a part in later chapters, so please bear with me folks.