The first entrants to Miss Martin's Academy For Young Ladies, as she had decided to call it, proved to be the daughters of a Vicar of a parish once removed from the Colonel's own. The younger, Maude, was fifteen-her sister, Adelaide, being some eighteen months older.
'Dashed tricky business, being daughters of the Vicar, eh?' the Colonel questioned Miss Martin tentatively, though an eager enough look had come into his eye when the two 'young flowers'-as their future teacher had referred to them-had stood somewhat timourously in her presence, and he observing them through a peephole in the wall that had almost overnight been hastily devised.
“The daughters of a Vicar, my dear-not your immediate and more local one. Remark that point, for it may have significance. Did I not take the precaution of interviewing him first? His eyes remarked the birch-new, supple and well-soaked-that I had placed of a purpose full in his sight, as you well saw, even as you did my little toy, which you made for me', added Miss Martin coyly.
'He did not ask what it was, either', remarked her listener who had, under her instructions, devised what he thought was indeed a toy. For whereas in the past he had himself employed the tip of a crop, or that of a schooling-whip, across a recalcitrant young lady's bottom, Miss Martin had a preference for a more teasing but equally insistent implement. It comprised a score of thin strips of leather, some twenty inches long, which at one end were knotted and, at the other, fastened in a circular bunch to a rod of lesser extent, the 'handle' end of which swelled out to resemble a slender pestle.
“The Reverend gentleman had a very seeking eye, my dear. His fancy took to my plaything, I believe, and he caught on to its purpose quickly enough. Vicarages are dull places, you know, and even duller if there is not some enlivening to be had. As he was careful to explain to me, he has had neither the time nor the opportunity to tend to them in a manner that will cause them not to be too fretful at first. The opportunities that I presented to him, in my most tactful manner, proved fruitful to his ears'.
'He leaned forward often enough to look at your bosom', chuckled the Colonel.
'Such men, bereft of wives, are frequently at a loss for feminine entertainment and must, withal, guard their reputations in the sight of their flock. I am myself the daughter of a clergyman, as well I told you'.
'By jove, then I am sure he was not bereft! Was it he who… '
'Dear Colonel, I would love to stay and chat with you, but for the nonce I really must attend to our first charges. Annette has them upstairs in quiet conversation, but I see no reason why their process of conversion should not begin immediately, do you?'
“The sooner the better, my dear', replied the Colonel, rubbing his hands over-eagerly, the which brought Miss Martin to frown and shake her head.
'Patience, sir. Such is not accomplished in a day, nor even in two or three with girls of these ages. Disciplines must precede pleasure. No doubt with such encouragement as you will give her, Annette will tell you more about it when you are exercising her tonight'.
'Ah!' said the Colonel, evincing some disappointment, despite having been forewarned about such circumstances. At the best, he decided, he would listen in an adjoining room where the wall had infuriatingly proved too stout against his efforts to pierce it and so provide another peephole. Miss Martin had assured him that this obstacle would soon be overcome. He devoutly hoped it would.
What Miss Martin did not say was that she occasionally required privacy and-even more often than that-sometimes found the excitable presence of males irksome. Having had several intimate conversations with Annette, she had been delighted to find a tendency in the young woman to agree with her.
'I believe you may come to like girls in equal measure to men', Miss Martin had said to her several mornings before, after the Colonel had gone back to bed to rest from his labours.
Annette's quim being still creamy from his effusion, she had agreed to his proposal under the pressure of the lips of Miss Martin who had discreetly taken the Colonel's place and brought to Annette's heart the aura of romanticism that she missed (as Miss Martin well intended her to) in the lascivious working of her quim and bottom by her Step-Papa.
'I think I may', Annette had replied, for many were the velvety and exciting kisses that passed between herself and Miss Martin who never ceased to coo about the raptures of their first night together.
'We know our own kind better than do men, my sweet. Oh yes, I admit to bringing on to the cock, for you needed it, yet there is equal delight in the tonguing of the honeyed slit of a girl who writhes and moans as if she would not have it, but bubbles out her pleasure even as she does. You will have plenty of opportunities here, Annette, to dip your tongue, and together we will persuade our pupils to perform likewise on us. Of course, there are times when they may need to be coaxed, to be held, to have their bottoms stung a little-only to spur them on, you understand? You do understand? I may rely on your devoted assistance? Ignore tears and protestations for they are but a prelude to pleasures such as those I have brought you to. Yes?'
'Yes', responded Annette fervently, for Miss Martin's knowing fingers and tongue were capable of bringing her to an even quicker pitch of passion than the Colonel. Even as she spoke, and with Miss Martin's alluring, naked curves pressed warmly to her side, she curled her toes and began to come under the gentle agitations of her mentor's fingers.
Her back arched. Her yearning cunny thrust up its bush in full view and in a manner of which Miss Martin much approved.-'Oh, I want… ' moaned she impetuously.
'What? What is it you want, my darling?' cooed Miss Martin.
'I c… c… cannot say! Oh, it is shameful!'
'Say! Speak! Whatever you want you shall have'.
'I want… AH, Miss Martin, yes! More! Play with me more! HOOO! I want… yes, I w… want a c… cock and a tongue to… to… '
Together? Of course you shall have. Show obedience to me in this first week of our tutorings, Annette, and the Colonel shall then have your bottom while I tongue your slit-yes?'
'HO!' gasped Annette at the thought, her hips lifting as she spilled anew over the teasing fingers while Miss Martin's sleek, long tongue worked thrilling wonders in her pleasure-sobbing mouth.
That week of waiting lay before Annette now while she conversed with Maude and Adelaide and said such pretty things to them as made them blush. That is to say, she uttered open admiration of their eyes, their mouths, their hair and the trimness of their ankles, all of which being so new to them they listened to with awed pleasure. Besides which, the Colonel's mansion was like unto a palace compared with the austere interior of the Vicarage, and indeed Adelaide ventured to say so.
'I have often felt that in going into the houses of others, for my own is quite small', said Annette glibly and thus giving the impression that in all senses she, too, was a visitor. Therewith, having carefully thought how best she might put the point, she added, 'But of course one can enjoy oneself anywhere really. Do you want to enjoy yourselves?'
'Oh yes!' came the simultaneous response from both.
'Well then, we shall teach you to', Annette rejoined with a smile and thereupon gave them each another cream cake and another cup of tea, at which juncture Miss Martin entered, looking neither grave nor gay but possessing such a calmness as often took her when duty called.
Both young girls looked grave themselves at her entry, but then-receiving a kindly smile-they relaxed.
'Maude, dear, there is cream around your lips. No, do not lick it off for it looks quite pretty and, besides, I am sure your sister will do it nicely for you if I ask. Will you, Adelaide? Pray lean forward and lick the cream away'.
'Oh, Miss!' came the older girl's blushing response.
'You do not wish to? But it is quite nice, really. A simple thing to do, Adelaide, really. Besides, Maude might like it', said Miss Martin while a flush of wonderment appeared also on Maude's face.
'Miss, I don't want to', Adelaide uttered in a rather strangled tone that Miss Martin was well aware owed as much to self-consciousness as anything.
For a moment then there was a silence, the sisters looking down and not knowing how to comport themselves, the which was not a dilemma that Miss Martin faced.
'Miss Sanderson', she said, addressing Annette formally, 'Would you please conduct Maude to the classroom, give her a book to study and then return here, please?'
At that, Adelaide stiffened in her chair even more nervously, though it was not a posture she was to be permitted to maintain for long. In the time that it took Annette to perform her duties, several things happened, the end result of which, upon her return after some ten minutes, as to find an even more deeply blushing Adelaide standing in her petticoat and stockings, with the rest of her domes folded neatly on a chair. Her hands were at her sides, her feet together, as Miss Martin had ordained they should be.
'We shall have to get you prettier drawers, if you are to continue to wear any in future', Miss Martin had said dourly.
Upon Annette's return, Adelaide blinked and obviously wished the floor would devour her, but there was to be no such nonsense of thought in Miss Martin's presence.
'I have been speaking to Adelaide of disobedience. Have I not, dear? What are the two D's I have told you always to remember, eh?'
'D… discipline and dutifulness, Miss', Adelaide responded jerkily. Her eyes then followed the Principal's hand as it moved to pick up the little whip of many thongs. Her thighs-already showing a promising shapeliness-quivered, and did more so as the handle was extended towards her at a low level. Indeed, she made to step back, but at a swift shake of Miss Martin's head she stayed herself and then sucked in her lower lip as the slightly bulbous end of the handle of the whip tipped up the front of the hem of her petticoat.
The movement, slow and certain as it was, brought her neat pubic bush to be exposed. Her thighs, clipped together as they were, caused it to form a perfect triangle.
'Dutifulness means that you stand still when your petticoat is lifted, Adelaide. You understand?' asked Miss Martin quietly while Annette stood to one side and at the rear of her with her hands behind her back.
'Y… yes, Miss', stammered Adelaide who had never been exposed to anyone in this manner before.
'And if your drawers are taken down, Adelaide. Repeat that please'.
'M… Miss…? I'm not supposed to say “drawers''- it's r…rude'.
'Indeed? Who has told you that, pray?'
'My aunt, Miss, she said-
'Whatever she said in that respect is false, Adelaide. It is your duty to allow your drawers to be taken down. Turn AROUND!'
So quickly and unexpectedly was the command barked, that Adelaide obeyed unthinkingly, and so next had her apple-like bottom exposed by the same implement as had uncovered her crisp maidenhood.
'How beautiful, is it not? The perfection of the two halves, the flawless nature of the skin, the exquisite tightness of all. Can you see properly, Miss Sanderson? No? Bend over, Adelaide-hands on your knees! QUICKLY, girl! Legs apart now. Apart, I said!'
'WOW-OW!' screeched Adelaide at that, for while she had listened in utter wonder to Miss Martin's first words, so the last were accompanied by a hissing of the thongs which brought their small, knotted ends to bite into her luscious young orb.
'Such a treasure, yes. She really MUST learn', rejoined Annette, watching the tiny pink spots that had appeared on both sides of the girl's appealing cleft which clenched defensively together.
Take some cream from that cake there, Miss Sanderson, and apply it around your lips. This young lady appears loathe to lick cream in that manner, but she will learn to. Good. Let me see. A little more on the lower lip, I think. Excellent. Adelaide-turn around!' Miss Martin instructed.
Thankful, at the very least, that her bottom was no longer exposed to that awful, stinging whip, Adelaide unbent and obeyed, resuming her former, upright position. At that she saw Annette standing with her hands on her hips and her mouth surrounded by a froth of cream that had been whipped up that very morning.
'You said that you wanted to enjoy yourself, Adelaide', Annette said softly, and much to the delight of Miss Martin at finding her so vocal on this first occasion.
'Go forward, lean to her, arms at your sides and gather the cream on your tongue. Do not absorb it, Adelaide. Forward and begin!' instructed Miss Martin.
'Your bottom will be very much more stung if you do not, Adelaide. And besides, will you not find it a pleasure? Is my mouth unseemly?' asked Annette.
'No… no, Miss', came a gulp from the girl. Her feet moved, not so much of their own volition as under the watchful eyes of her Principal. Her titties, being round and firm, came agreeably against those of Annette who smiled and reached behind the girl to raise her petticoat waist-high, this causing Adelaide to jitter nervously, though she leaned protectively inwards to Annette as Miss Martin positioned herself, whip in hand, at her rear.
'It will be nice if you lick, Adelaide', said Annette, 'All around my mouth. I like my mouth to be licked. Do it slowly and then I in turn will suck the cream from your tongue'.
'Oh no, Miss, that would be… AAAARGH!' Adelaide squealed, for at the first issuing of the negative from her lips the thongs had hissed across her pert bulb, causing her to squeeze in desperately to Annette and to clench her fingers. 'P… p… please don't!' she sobbed.
SWOOO-ISSSSH! the thongs sang again, and Adelaide's stricken cry was if anything louder then.
'You do not SPEAK, Adelaide-you obey!' rasped Miss Martin whose two new strokes had rendered the twin halves of the girl's bottom a deep pink. Annette then swiftly nicked Adelaide's petticoat under so that it would not slip down and applied her palms against the sides of the girl's head, holding it steady. The tips of their noses touched, and Adelaide, so far from being moved, found herself wickedly excited by the slow pearling of the girl's tears.
'Tongue, darling-and then the naughty lady won't whip you, will she?' coaxed Annette to the amused surprise of Miss Martin who, so far from being annoyed, found the concept of herself as the devil and Annette as die angel rather intriguing.
'BLUB!' came from Adelaide, but then her tongue emerged, pink and hesitant. As the tip of it sought die upper rim of Annette's mouth, that young woman herself quivered with pleasure and ran her hands down again to cup and fondle Adelaide's burning nether cheeks. Longing to speak, to whisper words of encouragement into Adelaide's ears, she held her mouth unmoving as the half-reluctant tongue circled it slowly, gathering cream as it went until, its journey completed, a large blob lolled there.
'Let Miss Sanderson suck now, Adelaide', came from behind the girl who felt the handle of the whip then pressed warningly against her bottom.
The peculiar sound that issued from Adelaide's mouth as her tongue was absorbed was akin to an animal moan. Hissing through her nose, she tried after a few quivering seconds to draw back, but the whip handle was insistent and she found her tongue strongly sucked in by Annette.
Regarding the still pair, and noting that Adelaide's arms had somehow remained down at her sides, Miss Martin experienced a sense of satisfaction. Given a week or two and much exercising and coaxing, the Colonel would be pleased with her efforts.
Perhaps the Vicar would be, too, but just for once Miss Martin decided that such was not her business.
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