The
stone-walled, wooden floored room could scarcely have been more forbidding in
appearance. It was small and window-less
but, though it looked cold, it was comfortably warm. That, at least, was a minor comfort to the
naked woman who occupied the room.
And,
from the look on her haughty features, that woman was sorely in need of
comfort!
She
was seated in a heavy, straight-backed wooden armchair which faced a wall on
which was a full-length mirror in which she constantly had to gaze upon her own
suffering and terror. Her forearms were
strapped to the flat arms of the chair, her calves were strapped to its front
legs. Thus her long thighs were pulled a
little apart. What was not evident from
the mirror reflection (but was of the greatest concern to the woman!) was the
fact that a large, thickly-rounded dildo, made of stainless steel projected
upwards from the seat of the chair, and on this she was helplessly
impaled.
A
broad strap about her neck forced her to sit erect. From the front of this extended a small piece
of metal which ended with an upright needle.
The tip of the needle just touched the soft under-part of her chin ...
thus checking any inclination to lower her head. That was something which, in her agony of
distress and despair, she would most surely otherwise have done.
She
had been in that position for the past three hours. She had been forced to watch through the
mirror, that was obviously also a TV screen, the most horrible things. And, if she shut her eyes, so as to blot out
the horrors before her, an electric shock was sent up into her through the
dildo.
She
had been told over a two-way speaker that she was to become a schoolgirl once
more. This she had found so incredibly
stupid she had actually laughed. But
over the last few hours her mind had become confused with what she had seen.
She
had witnessed six women, all about her age, sitting at small desks, wearing
white blouses, short black pleated skirts that only just covered their bottoms,
white calf length socks and high heeled black shoes. Those with long hair had it in pig-tails tied
with bright coloured ribbons, the shorter haired women wore their hair in
either bunches at the sides or just had a ribbon at the back of their head.
She
had also seen these women, made to bare their bottoms and bend over their
teacher’s desk to receive the strap for mistakes they had made in their school
work. Their teacher had been a slim girl who looked no more than nineteen. Anita had sat in shocked amazement as the
girl laid the strap across these mature women’s buttocks and, to add to her
confused mind, not one of the women had made the smallest complaint. They had submitted to this girl’s every
command.
Anita
had seen why later, when a girl had been sent to the Headmaster’s study for
extra discipline. Anita had watched as
the unfortunate girl was caned mercilessly across her bare behind ... having to
be tied across a frame by some huge brute of a man to receive her beating, as
she had not been able to remain in the touching-toes position. The woman had then received the two previous
strokes again plus two more at the finish of her punishment ... Anita had seen what
disobedience could bring in this hellish place.
The strap. The cane, all laid
over bare flesh, bare female flesh.
Anita
had sobbed and begged all to no avail.
And each time she screamed or protested.
She would scream out in pain as the dildo inside her sex became alive
.
***
Erik
Knudsen sat looking at the woman on the screen before him. He liked the look of her. She had arrived the day before. Delivered to him by one of his world
agents. Erik had agents all around the
world looking out for big mature women.
Not any sort of woman, they had to be of breeding, high-class women that
had enjoyed the good life, proud, arrogant women.
Erik
sipped his brandy ... He had set out two
years ago with the help of his great-niece, to have a school where they could
have brought to them unwilling schoolgirls ... not young women, but mature
women. Women in their late twenties or
their mid-thirties, they had to be tall with good figures and above all, upper
class women.
Fiona,
his niece, joined him in his study: “Hi
Unks, how’s she coming along?” she asked, pouring herself a vodka and orange.
“Very
well. my dear. She’ll be a schoolgirl by tomorrow. I think we have shown her enough to see that
she is now our newest pupil. In a moment
I’m going to let her watch the twins take the girls for their games lesson. I
think that will convince her. Don’t
you?”
“It
sure will. That was a great idea of
yours having the two of them here. They
certainly bring the stuck-up cows down to earth. This the info on her?” Fiona picked up a sheet of paper and began to
read.
MRS
ANITA SOMMERS.
AGED: 36 YEARS.
NATIONALITY:
ENGLISH.
MARRIED: EIGHT YEARS.
HUSBAND WEALTHY INDUSTRIALIST.
AS
TO BE EXPECTED, HAS HITHERTO LIVED A LIFE OF EASE AND LUXURY.
NO
CHILDREN OF HER OWN. HAS TEENAGE
STEP-DAUGHTER.
WAS
CHAIRMAN OF MAGISTRATES. BELIEVED IN
HARSH SENTENCING AND ALSO BELIEVED IN THE RETURN OF CORPORAL PUNISHMENT.
(Fiona
laughed at that. She’ll soon have her
wish)
VITAL
STATISTICS.
HEIGHT: SIX FEET ONE INCH.
BUST:
FORTY INCHES.
WAIST: TWENTY EIGHT INCHES.
HIPS: FORTY INCHES.
THIGH
LENGTH: EIGHTEEN INCHES.
“She’ll
be the tallest in the class ... Six feet one, that makes her eleven inches
taller than little old me.” Fiona liked
the idea of tall women. It gave her a
greater sense of power, ordering women, ten or fifteen years older than her and
twice her build, about.
“I’m
off into town for a couple of hours.
Want anything while I’m there?”
she asked as she kissed Erik on the cheek.
“No
thanks, I’m going to introduce her to her class mates before they start Games
... Mind how you go ...”
The
large house stood three miles outside of a market town in Kent. It had been just what Erik had wanted. High walls with large gates. One wing was now the School. It had been
closed off, as being too badly in need of repair.
Erik
had found it easy to recruit staff ...
There was Jumbo, a huge man who found no trouble in controlling the
women, if and when needed. Hannah was
the Matron, an old Gypsy. She was squat
and evil-looking, with the features of an ogress. She found it far more to her liking living in
a big house rather than a damp caravan.
Both
her and Jumbo were allowed to slap pupils if they deserved it, but usually they
did so for their own amusement. For
serious offences, they put the girl on report to either Erik or Fiona. Jumbo could, from time to time, have one of
the women satisfy him. But only after
Erik had tired of her. And then only
with the permission from Erik, Fiona or one of the twins.
There
was also the cook and the maids. They
were not allowed to punish the girls in any way, but could report them. With this small amount of power they would
humiliate the women by ordering them to curtsy before them. Or making them get down and kiss their shoes,
show their bottoms after a punishment and many more little games. Although not really allowed to do this, if
one was sure nobody was about, who would complain? Certainly not their victims. Erik and Fiona were aware of this taking
place but overlooked it as it kept the staff happy, along with the very good
wage they received. Erik had no fears of
them telling his secret.
And
finally, there were the teenage twins ...
Ann and Jackie. They were allowed
to punish any pupil with slim switches given to them by Fiona as a welcome
present. They could also spank or slap
the women’s bottoms and the ultimate, put them on report!!
Erik
had adopted them from the orphanage where he was the biggest benefactor. The authorities had said he was quite mad, as
both children had suffered great hardship in the past and tended to be moody
and sadistic to people better off than themselves. Not only did Erik say he could cope with them
... he was delighted to do so.
Erik
picked up a small microphone. “Time to
meet your school friends ...”
“Aaahhh
... ohhhh ... p-please ... no ... n-no ... more ...” Anita moaned.
Erik
reached down and flicked a switch quickly on and off. Anita gave a shriek as the charge went into
her ... “Shut up woman ... I said you
are about to meet your school friends ...
Did you hear me?”
Another
little flick of the switch.
“Ooooooohhhhh
... aaahhhh ... ye-yes ... yessssss.”
“As
I am your Headmaster, from now on you address me as Sir. Is that clear?”
“Ooooooohhh
... yer ... ye-yes ... S-S-Sirrrr.”
Anita had taken her first step into returning to school.
“Good,
now keep quiet and watch the screen.”
Erik flicked a switch on his control panel.
The
mirror went dull, then brightened showing a large hall.
It
had once been a ballroom, but was not fitted out as a gym.
Anita
stared at the screen ... She saw Jumbo
sitting on the edge of the stage smoking a small cigar. In front of him, half way down the hall stood
six women ... Tall women ... Anita recognised them from the
classroom. Only now they wore white tee
shirts, none wore a bra, each also wore a short white pleated skirt, white
ankle socks and gym shoes. They stood
stiffly to attention eyes looking straight ahead.
“Don’t
you think they look smart?” Erik asked
his victim.
Anita
groaned, then remembered the dildo stuck up her. “Y-Yes Sir ... Yes Sir.”
Erik smiled; she was learning. “I will now
introduce you to your new friends.
Starting on the left, we have Jill, she is American, thirty six years
old, with nice fluffy, light brown hair.
She comes from a very well-to-do Boston family. Was married to a film producer. Liked to lord it over the stars in Hollywood. She’s been here six weeks. Next to Jill,” went on Erik smoothly, “we
have Sophie. She’s Italian and our
youngest pupil. Twenty nine years old in
fact, she’s six feet tall. Not as tall
as you, Anita, but quite something eh?
And a figure like that film star namesake of hers, Loren, once had. And she used to have a real temper. She’s been married three times. Always cheated on her husbands, and took them
for thousands. Been here for ten months
now. It’s changed her ...
“Then
we have Katrina, the red head. She’s
Scottish, thirty three. Quite a tough
nut. She can take a good hiding better
than any of them. Except, possibly, Elsa
who is German. Next there is black
haired Nita, lovely isn’t she? A
luscious thirty three year old Spanish woman.
Very well bred, I understand ...
The other two are Vicky, who is French, and thirty five years old ...
and Elsa who is, or rather was a German Countess, and at thirty six, one year
older. She had nice blonde hair like
yours. It will be nice having two
blondes in the class ...”
Anita’s
head swam ... Those women standing
there, were all so proud looking, high cheek-bones, arrogant and aristocratic
... Oh God, it can’t be true ... Please, please let it not be true. But she had seen it! Seen these grown women meekly take down their
knickers, lift their skirts and lay across that young girl’s desk! Seen them remain there passively as they were
savagely beaten by this monster! Anita’s
mind was in a state of complete turmoil.
As one could imagine ...
The
door to the hall opened and the twins, Jackie and Ann walked in. They both wore black skirts, white shirts, ankle
socks and low heeled shoes. They looked
as if they’ve just come from school, Anita thought. And she was correct.
“Good
afternoon girls,” they both said.
“Good
afternoon Miss Ann. Good afternoon Miss
Jackie.” the six women replied
“You
going to inspect them today?” Ann asked her sister.
“OK,”
Jackie replied and walked to the end of the line of women.
She
strolled in front of them, tapping her switch on her calf. Her head was just about level with their
breasts, she had to look up at each flushed face before her. She reached the end of the line turned and
looked back ...
“Knickers
off ...” Six pairs of white cotton
knickers were pushed down and stepped out of.
Each woman folded her knickers neatly and placed them on the floor at
her feet, once more standing to attention.
“Front
of skirts up,” was Jackie’s next order to her class. The ‘schoolgirls’ stood holding the hems of
their skirts up level with their breasts.
Anita
gasped, not only at the order that had been given by this child, or the fact
that the six mature women had obeyed it, but because she saw before her six
hairless mounds: each had been shaved clean ...
“Legs
apart.” The women placed their feet
about two feet apart.
Jackie
walked once more along the line, looking at the pussies on display. She poked the lips of Katrina’s sex with her
switch. The Scottish woman remained
looking straight ahead. “Hope you
haven’t been playing with that, girl?” she said. tapping her switch, first on
one lip then the other.
“N-No
... M-Miss ...” Katrina replied. Her
cheeks flushing.
Jackie
carried on with her inspection. She
stopped in front of Nita and ran a finger up and down the left lip. “Have you shaved that today, Nita?” she
asked.
“Yes
... Yes, Miss.” The Spanish beauty
replied, biting her lower lip.
“I
can feel some bristles on it, woman ... I will let you off with a warning this
time, but in future you will be on report ... after I’ve laid my switch across
your bottom.. Is that clear?”
“Y-Yes
... Miss ... and ... and th-thank you ... M-Miss.”
“Don’t
mention it,” Jackie said with a derisive grin.
Jackie,
now joined by her sister Ann, completed her inspection.
“Legs
together ... skirts down.”
“Front
of vests up under the chin for breast inspection - MOVE!!!!” was all Jackie had
to say to have twelve breasts displayed.
Jumbo
sat on the stage and leered at the six ‘schoolgirls’. They were big breasts but firm, hardly
sagging at all. The Boss sure knew how
to pick ‘em, he thought as he lit a small cigar.
The
women stood, vests under their chins, arms straight down at their sides.
Jackie
once more strolled along the line, this time with Ann. They tweaked a nipple here, bounced a tit up
and down there. Jackie tapped her switch
on the Frenchwoman’s right nipple ... Vicky flinched.
“Nervous
... are we?” Jackie said, looking up at the tall woman.
Of
course I’m nervous you stupid little cow.
What do you expect me to be ... Vicky thought, but only replied, “Yes Miss.”
“Don’t
worry, I’m not going to cane it,” Jackie still tapped.
“Th-thank
you ... Miss,” Vicky said, relief in her voice.
“But
I might one day, if I think you deserve it, girl ... or even just for the fun
of it. OK, big tits?”
“Y-Yes
Miss, and ... and tha-thank you Miss.”
How Vicky hated it. The
humiliation of having to obey these children was by far the worst of all the
horrors in this hell hole. But like the
others, she knew she must force herself to obey them. To even think of disobedience of any order given
was dangerous. One had to obey, or pay
dearly, as she had found to her cost.
Meanwhile
Ann had been bouncing Jill’s tits up and down.
“They’re nice big ‘uns, aren’t they, Yank? Do you mind me playing with them?” she asked
the red faced Jill.
“N-N-No
M-Miss,” Jill stammered, as her breasts were made to wobble.
Ann
stopped. “Put your hands under them and
push them right up.”
Jill
did so, pushing her breasts as high up as she could. “Now, when I say go, pull your hands away,
and as your tits drop down shout bong. GO ...”
Jill
removed her hands, her breasts dropped bouncing softly. “Bong,” the American woman said in a low
voice.
WWWWwwweeeetttt
... Ann gave her a cut of her switch across the front of her thigh. “I said shout, stupid. Do it again.”
Jill was made to lift and drop her tits some half dozen times before Ann
became bored. Meanwhile, Jackie was
making Sophie hold her tits up by the nipples.
Sophie gasped as Jackie ordered her to pull them first to the left and
then to the right, then the left tit to the left, the right tit to the
right. The young girl, hands on her
hips, smiled up at her victim.
“Up
... down ... left ... right ... left tit to the left ... right tit to the right
...” Jackie was enjoying herself. Sophie was near to tears, with both shame and
the soreness of her nipples.
After
some ten minutes of each woman having to bounce her tits or pull her nipples,
the order came to replace their vests.
Ann
gave the order for them to turn around ...
“And now, would you ladies be so kind as to show us your bums,” she said
with a mock upper class accent.
Six
bottoms were at once displayed to the teenagers, who walked along pinching a
cheek here, bouncing a cheek there, slapping one, patting one, making comments
about whose bottom was fat, whose bottom was firm, whose bottom they most liked
to smack!!!