“Your punishment, Miss Sumner, will be... severe.”

She walked around her, glared up at him, then went to the door.

“Kommen zee,” she growled over her shoulder.

Kendall followed her out through the secretary's office into the outer corridor, then turned right. There was a stairwell nearby, and Wolff opened the door and jerked her head to indicate Kendall should enter. She walked past her, wondering what the woman intended doing to her, and Wolff jerked her arm out, pointing at the stairs down.

That was a surprise, but Kendall obeyed. The stairs were narrow and stone, but brightly lit. They went down about a dozen stairs, turned, and went down a dozen more. They would now be in the basement, she thought, looking around curiously. The students were not allowed in this part of the building, of course.

“Kommen zee,” Wolff ordered, walking past her down the corridor.

The corridors here were much more spartan than upstairs. The walls and floors were of un-ornamented, unpainted stone, and the lighting was much lower. Wolff passed at a very old looking door. There was a battery powered lantern on a small table next to it. She picked it up and turned it on, then opened the door, jerking her head to indicate Kendall should go first.

Kendall raised her eyebrows, mystified about what was going on, but had little alternative. The stairs here were narrow, steep, and made of old stone. She made her way down another dozen stairs, turned at a narrow landing, and went down a dozen more. It was pitch black. There was no sign of lights anywhere other than what was coming from Wolff's lantern.

“Where are we going?” she asked nervously.

“Where I tell you to go, yes?”

It looked like an abandoned ruin. The air was damp and closed. The floor and walls were of square cut stone of dark gray, chipped and stained in many places. There was a wooden framework along the ceiling, beams going back and forth, and several floor to ceiling beams, all of wood that seemed black with age.

Pieces of wood and stone lay here and there. They were in a wide open area, with a door frame to their right. It was a large doorway, with small, neatly cut stone as a frame. But like the rest of the place, it smelled of old, and nothing but blackness was through the open door.

Wolff took her arm and jerked her forward, holding the lantern up as she led her towards and then through the door. The room was just as wide as the one they'd come from, with more debris littering the floor here and there. There was another doorway ahead, though, and some faint hint of light could be seen through it.

Wolff led her through that door, which gave onto a narrow corridor. There was a thick, foot-high candle on a holder next to another door. The candlestick holder was about five feet high, made of wrought iron. The door was of ancient wood with metal banding, and had a thick metal bar across it. Wolff slid the bar across and opened the door.

The door gave onto another stairway.

“How deep do these go?” Kendall exclaimed.

“This building, before it was a school, was a nunnery. The nunnery was built on the foundations of Castle Gertner. Move.”

These stairs were even more narrow, and longer. They emerged in an even older ruin, with pieces of roof having crumbled and fallen in places. Yet there was another candle to their left, and Kendall walked gingerly around pieces of broken stone and assorted debris she couldn't even identify.

The candle was at a corner, the corridor turning to the right, and Kendall again walked down it with Wolff following.

“How old is this?”

“This is not your business,” Wolff growled.

They stopped before another barred door. This one had a pair of wrought iron candlesticks framing it, and a pair of chairs and a table next to it.

“Remove your dress,” Wolff ordered.

Kendall stared at the blonde woman in astonishment.

“What!?”

“Do you have trouble hearing or understanding me?”

“But... why?”

“Because I order you to.”

“But I –.”

“You are obviously not shy about your body based on the video which I saw. Do you think you have anything under your dress which I have not already observed?

Kendall bit her lip, face coloring.

“Remove your dress.”

Kendall thought about refusing, but couldn't think of how. The woman had her dead to rights, and if she was to avoid having that video go to the bastard, along with a sorry tail of how she cheated and stole tests, she had little choice but to comply.

Blushing, she undid the belt around her waist, unbuttoned the dress and pulled it forward over her shoulders. She stepped out of it and put it on one of the chairs as Wolff looked at her.

“You like dainty underthings I see,” she said.

It was not a compliment.

Kendall flushed again, wondering if there was something sexual going on here. Well, even if there was she would far rather do it than have her father see that video. If Wolff wanted to fuck her that was fine. The woman wasn't bad looking, in a scary German sort of way.

But why down in this... this dungeon?!

“The underthings, as well. And the shoes.”

“But it's... dirty down here!”

“So you are a dirty girl, yes? As you called Mademoiselle Carpentier.”

Kendall stepped out of her shoes and then undid her lacy black bra. She removed it, straightening her shoulders defiantly, refusing to cover herself. She slipped off her thong and tossed it onto the chair, then, red-faced, looked at the woman.

Wolff did not seem overly impressed. She sniffed, then opened the small drawer on the table and brought out a pair of thick leather restraints. Kendall had never actually seen such in person, though she'd seen them on the internet. She stared at them now, open-mouthed.

“Hold your hands out before you,” Wolff ordered.

This definitely seemed to be getting sexual. That made Kendall more anxious but also gave her a sense of hope. If Wolff wanted to play some bondage games Kendall was definitely up for that. It might even be kind of kinky fun. It was far better than having to do extra homework for a couple of months, to say nothing of risking her father seeing that video!

She felt a tingle between her legs as the woman firmly strapped the restraints around her wrists, then clipped them together. She unbolted the door, and jerked her head.

Kendall walked through, glad to see some light ahead, if very little. Wolff followed, and the door boomed as it closed behind them.

There was something over there near the wall, with several candles around it. She felt a breathless sense of anxiety mixed with excitement as her bare feet moved gingerly across the cold floor. The roof was high, the walls far apart. Most of the place was in darkness. One corner was lit, and there was some sort of low table there, a big one.

With something on it which moved.

She shrank back, her hands coming up to try and shield her breasts. Wolff shoved her forward.

As she got closer her eyes got wider and she stared in shock at what turned out to be not a table at all. It was … it was as if two thick beams had been laid side by side, then cut in half. The lower parts of the beams were then placed on hinges so they could open out to either side.

Aimee was on the thing. She was tied to it with strong, thick rope.

She was on her belly, well, on her chest, her arms stretched out before her. There were five or six loops of rope around each wrist, and then another five or six circling those loops between her wrists. The rope then pulled taut towards the end of the beams upon which she knelt.

Her ankles were tied to the beams in the same fashion, and there were another half dozen loops around her legs just below the knees. More ropes crossed her shoulders, keeping her breasts mashed against the old wood.

She knelt with her bottom raised high, due to the positioning of her body. The beams then split open, spreading her legs wide apart, baring her sex. She had a ball gag in her mouth, though not the one Kendall had used. This one was red. Her eyes were wide as she saw Kendall and Wolff approaching, the candlelight reflecting off them so as to make them almost glow.

Wolff walked into the light a dozen feet from where Aimee was tied, and motioned Kendall forward impatiently.

“Raise your arms,” she ordered curtly.

Kendall continued to stare at Aimee, partly horrified, partly aroused, her mind swirling and churning as she wondered what kind of perverted things Wolff would do to both of them.

“Now!” Wolff growled.

Gulping, Kendall raised her joined wrists, and saw there were chains overhead, dangling from the old wooden ceiling beams. Wolff drew one down and attached it to the links in the leather restraints. She walked over to the wall, where Kendall saw a pair of old metal cranks, then began to turn one.

Kendall gasped as she felt the chain pulling taut, felt strain on her wrist. She almost instinctively rose onto the balls of her feet to ease the pull, and Wolff then locked the crank in place.

The little blonde went past her, carrying her lantern. Kendall turned and stared behind her, following the pool of light as it revealed a high table, then another one, much narrower. There were objects on the latter, and she picked one up and returned.

It was another ball gag.

“This was found in your room. I trust you appreciate the irony,” Wolff said.

She set down the lantern, then gripped Kendall's hair and jerked it back sharply. Kendall cried out in startled pain even as the ball gag was pushed against her open mouth. With practiced ease, Wolff squeezed the ball in and forced it through the blonde teenager's mouth, and it expanded on the inside, as she moaned in surprise, anxiety, and no small excitement.

Wolff snorted, pulled the straps behind her, used a finger to ease her long hair up and over the strap, then buckled it in place.

Then she picked up the lantern, turned, and walked back the way she came. Kendall shifted on her feet, staring after her as the light got dimmer. The door opened, then closed behind her with a heavy thump, followed by the metallic sound of the bolt being shot.

This was insane!

She stared at the door, then turned and looked around her. All she could see, really, was the area in the middle of the four candles which had been placed there near them. She could see Aimee, and herself, and a small pool of light around them. The rest of the … basement, if that was what it was, was in darkness

Aimee was moaning and rolling her eyes, skin flushed.

Kendall wondered if Wolff was going to get her strap-on and use it on the French girl. She was certainly in the right position to be fucked hard!

She looked up the length of her arms to the chain attached to the leather restraints, then followed the chain up into darkness. This was incredible! This was bizarre! What made Wolff think she could get away with this anyway!?

Well, for one thing, Kendall certainly wasn't about to tell anyone, she thought. Probably neither was Aimee. That gave the woman a lot of latitude.

She felt a rising sense of heat as she stood there, moaning into the gag. It was so dark and kinky, after all! She wasn't particularly afraid. Wolff certainly wasn't going to kill them for a little lesbian sex, nor for stealing tests.

And it was obvious Wolff herself had some inclinations that way!

Was the woman gone to get into some sort of leather catsuit, perhaps? To get her own strap-on? Kinky bitch!

As time continued to pass, she found her ankles and lower legs really starting to hurt. Athletic or not, she couldn't stand on the balls of her feet forever. The human body wasn't designed for that. Slowly, the pain built up, and her ankles and legs began to tremble. She moaned as beads of sweat began to appear on her upper body.

More and more of her weight came down on her wrists, and she felt a growing weariness even as her wrists and arms began to ache more and more fiercely.

But her nipples were still rock hard. And she felt the enveloping shimmer of sexual hunger and arousal as a constant thing, despite how tired her body was getting.

And then movement caught her eye. Only it didn't come from Aimee!

She jerked as something moved in the darkness. Then it came forward, a shape, a man-sized shape.

It was a man. He wore a black suit, and a black... hood of some sort. It was like a black nylon stocking built for the head! Aimee squealed into her gag, and Kendall did the same, trying to turn herself away from the man's eyes, even though, obviously, he'd been watching the whole time!

“We are very old fashioned here,” he said, his voice soft, and accented, but sounding very loud given how quiet everything had been. “But we are not so old-fashioned we do not have modern equipment and such.”

He was not, Kendall noted, talking to her. She had turned completely around, so her back was to him, blushing furiously, but he showed interest only in Aimee. The French girl jerked as his hand slid up and down her bare back, then up higher, across her tail bone. His fingers caressed her sex, and Aimee squealed and jerked against the ropes.

“When my son was found smoking cigarettes,” he said softly, “I gave him an entire package and ordered him to smoke them all. This caused the mystery to fall away, and of course, also made him sick. He never smoked again.”

He was walking away from the light as he spoke. He returned pushing something, a stainless steel cart of some sort. It was long and slender, and there was a machine of some sort on top, with long arms protruding. He lined the thing up behind Aimee, then pushed it slowly forward.

Kendall stared in shock as the man lined a long arm with a rounded end against the girl's sex. He lowered it a little, then pushed it forward. When Aimee squirmed he slapped her bottom sharply.

“Stop squirming, girl,” he ordered.

He hummed softly and casually to himself as he got a tube of something from the lower shelf of the cart, then something else.

Kendall gasped as she saw it. It was a dildo, a very realistic dildo, and bigger than the one she had used on the woman! She watched the man squirt something onto the head, then rub it along the sides before turning and attaching it to the long arm projecting out front of the machine.

He pushed it forward until it pressed against Aimee's pussy, then flicked a switch. There was a humming as the machine turned on and began to draw power from somewhere. Then the arm slowly pushed forward. Aimee squealed and began to twist and writhe, but the ropes held her perfectly positioned.

“Now, now, Mademoiselle,” he said calmly. “You agreed to any punishment, Frau Wolff chose. If you wish to change that agreement...”

He paused, and Aimee's struggles began to subside.

“I thought not,” he said.

The dildo pushed slowly forward, turning slowly, as it did, right, then left, then right. The man ignored it as he worked on another arm. This one held a long, rounded tube, and as the top arm moved forward, he adjusted the lower one until the round ball was pressing against the top... which was now, of course, the bottom, of Aimee's sex.

He flicked another switch, and then turned over to Kendall, who blanched, jerking her eyes away.

“And now you,” he said in something like amusement. “I presume you are more familiar with this sort of thing than Mademoiselle Carpentier. I saw your video, you see. You are clearly much more sophisticated in sexual terms … and probably other terms, than she.”

Kendall's face burned at the thought of him looking at the video, her mind flitting through all the things she and Aimee had done! She let out a muffled cry as he jerked her head back by the hair, then felt his hand slide up her ribs and cup her breast.

“I could do to you what I am doing to Mademoiselle Carpentier, but I think you would probably enjoy it too much,” he said. “That would hardly be a punishment, now would it?”
He turned to look at her, still holding Kendall's hair firmly.

“Of course, it remains to be seen how much of a punishment this will be for her,” he said doubtfully.

His hand did not so much squeeze her breast as simply caress it, sliding gently across the curves of her body, across her stiff nipples, then down her belly and between her legs. Despite her embarrassment, Kendall felt a hot thrumming ache there as the kinky bondage element of what was happening began to rouse her heat.

“I think you are much more the slut than Mademoiselle Carpentier,” he said. “But first, there is the matter of you being the thief, of stealing the school's papers. That must be punished severely.”

He released her hair and Kendall gasped, jerking her head upright as he walked past her and into the shadowy section where there were dark objects and cabinets. He seemed to be looking for something. She turned her head towards Aimee, who was still gasping and moaning, and noted the machine was now pumping the dildo in and out.

It was fucking her, she thought wonderingly! And it wasn't doing it by half measures either! The whole length of the dildo was being driven into the woman's upraised pussy with every stroke! The round thing pressed against her was clearly a vibrator, and she wondered if the teacher's humiliation would stop her from going crazy, as she had when Kendall had fucked her.

If it didn't, then she really was going to get her brains fucked out!

The man returned, and Kendall's eyes jerked back. She felt a shudder of fear. She could not see his face, and that made him seem much scarier than he'd otherwise be. He sounded older, not a young man like Aimee, that was for sure. His accent was probably Italian, one of Switzerland's four official languages.

But even scarier was what he held in his hand! It was a long, thick strap! As he came closer, she realized it was not one strap, but two! They were attached together at one end, but, oddly, off center, so that one only lay half atop the other. Each of the straps was perhaps three inches in width and perhaps two and a half to three feet long, including the handle portion.

“So, are you prepared for your strapping, Miss Sumner?” he asked with interest. “You see that I have carefully selected the instrument. I am not a cruel man. This is soft, supple leather, Italian leather. It is wide enough to leave no bruising, no scars or cuts or marks.”

He reached out and Kendall squealed as his other hand cupped her bottom.

“You have a lovely bottom,” he said. “One I am certain many men will enjoy the view of as they make use of your body over the years to come. It would be a crime to mar such soft skin!”

As with her breasts, he did not so much squeeze her bottom as simply let his fingers caress her, sliding up and down over the roundness of her buttocks.

“Of course, you must be punished,” he said, his voice becoming more stern. And this will certainly do that. The strap will sting, I promise you, and the particular genius of this strap is that the second strap, being overlain with the first, will not only widen the area of impact, and not only make the blow more heavy, but the force of one strap striking the back of the second strap will add more sting to the blow.”

“Which of course, is nothing less than you deserve. Your crime was great.”

He drew back, and Kendall moaned as she bit down on the ball gag, then shifted herself on her toes so he was sideways to her.

“That will accomplish little, Miss Sumner,” he said with disapproval.

He was certainly right, she thought, heart pounding. The only way to protect her bottom was to... turn to face him, and she couldn't bring herself to do that!

She watched his arm come up and back, saw the shadowy double strap swing forward, and her eyes closed for a moment.

Impact!

Her eyes jolted open and she screamed into the gag as the sharp sting slapped against the underside of her buttocks. It was a hot, sharp, sting that sent her hips lurching violently forward as if she were trying to run from the pain. All she succeeded in doing was to run out from under her arms, which then, of course, dragged her back. For a moment she was hanging by her wrists, then she swung back, her toes finding purchase on the floor again.

She gulped in air rapidly, her bottom flaming.

Crack!

She squealed again, jerking forward once more, swinging by her wrists before finding the floor again.

“Really,” he said with disapproval. “You should learn to take a little pain, Miss Sumner. This will go much easier on you.”

Feeling panicky, she turned to face him as he drew his arm back again. He halted, frowning as she blushed hotly.

“This will not avail you. You know you have misbehaved. You know you must be punished. And you agreed to it. Would you like to rescind that agreement?”

Even in her panic, the thought of her father seeing that video was too horrific to even consider. She jerked her head from side to side.

“Then accept it as an adult.”

She glared at him and he sighed, then went past her and into the shadows. He returned with another object. This had a thick round handle, and sprouted very thin leather laces. It was a whip, she thought, her eyes going wide again. Only a very short one, with very thin laces. A flog. She'd seen their like on web sites when she had bought the gag for Aimee.

“Turn,” he ordered.

She glared, and he drew back his arm, the one with the flog. She had a moment of understanding, and then it swung down, the thin strips spreading out as they flew through the air, and cutting down across the taut surface of her breasts.

She screamed again, stung by each strap at almost the same time, an explosion of little stings rippling into her breasts as she rapidly twisted around to present her bottom to him.

Crack!

The strap cut across her bottom again and she howled, hips jerking forward.

But she kept her position, this time, trembling as she was.

Crack!

She groaned, hips bucking, but her feet staying on the floor as the strap snapped down across her now flaming bottom.

Crack!

Kendall moaned, feeling her eyes fill with tears.

Crack!

She hissed, gulping in air as the pain in her bottom grew into a flame, her skin throbbing with every breath she took.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Each blow made her hips lurch and she shuddered, sweating now. She stared at Aimee as the faceless man continued to place slow, carefully measured blows against her overheated bottom. The arm of the machine was thrusting in and out of her, the vibrator buzzing, and Aimee was now gleaming with sweat, her body jerking and flinching to every thrust.

She wasn't wailing any more, but was groaning and grunting and moaning in a way Kendall had come to recognize.

Crack!

She moaned, swaying, more weight coming down on her wrists.

Crack!

Her bottom was on fire. But oddly, this seemed to be forming a sort of shield now, around her. Pain was heat, after all, and her bottom was already so hot that the sharpness was being taken out of each new blow.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

She felt the blows, and winced at them, but no, they were not nearly as sharp, as shocking as they had been. Her buttocks continued to burn, but her shaken mind began to calm.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

She groaned and her head rolled back, then forward. She stared at Aimee again, then yelped as she felt a blow across her back. It was not the strap but the other one, and she arched and cried out, more shocked than anything else. The fresh stings rained down on her back across a wide area, all shooting into her nervous system at the same time.

Crack!

The flog cut across her back a second time, and she moaned, staring at Aimee.

She was being whipped! Whipped! What an incredible thing! It was like she was in a fantasy! A dark, nasty fantasy!

Crack!

The flog sliced into her lower back and she groaned, arching her back briefly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The blows were not that hard, she thought, mind churning. He could have hit her harder, she was sure. She could take this. It wasn't so bad! Not really!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Whipped! She stared at Aimee, at the way the girl was shuddering and moaning, her muscles bunching as she sought to thrust herself back against the machine. It was, to Kendall, a deliciously lewd and erotic sight.

Crack!

Her back was on fire now, almost as bad as her bottom, and the sharp sting of the new blows was lessened. As each blow fell, her back flamed more, but the sharpness diminished.

Whipped, she thought, moaning to herself.

Whipped like a... like a prisoner, like a … a slave!

Crack!

“Turn around. I would like to do your breasts next.”