The following morning, Mabel was awakened by Bridget who entered her room at seven sharp. Of course, the maid had come in without knocking and looked very bold and insolent.
She walked up to the girl's bed end briskly removed all the blankets and sheets.
"Get up, slave, and quicker than that!" she ordered.
Mabel's first reaction was to revolt — she was still half asleep.
"I won't allow this way of treating me, she said.
"Slap" went Bridget's hand on her cheek.
"You don't have to allow this or that!" Bridget admonished. "From now on you are a slave and nothing else. Miss von Berner said you had to obey, so you'd better get up unless you want me to got the horsewhip."
That argument was very convincing and beat down the girl's resistance, for she still had the smarting remembrance of yesterday's punishment.
So she got up abruptly in spite of the, pain still vivid on her buttocks and stood awkwardly in front of the maid, intimidated and not knowing what to do next.
"You are not to wash before the governess says so. You'll just comb your hair and put some make up on to appear presentable when your mistress comes to visit you. And you will have to be completely naked when she comes in, understand?"
As Mabel was not answering Bridget slapped her face again.
"Answer 'Yes, ma'am'!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"All right, slave, do as I told you!"
The maid left the room without looking back and Mabel began to understand with dismay how humiliating her life was going to be, from now on. But, heedful not to be punished again she did as she was ordered. She combed her hair and made up her face, then she took off her pyjamas and her padded panties. She looked at her behind in the mirror and was surprised to find that the swelling and the bruises had vanished; Thanks to Miss von Berner's miraculous salve her behind had resumed its normal aspect, although there still remained a trace of the beatings in the way of a rosy hue crisscrossed by reddish weals.
Mabel's intention was to remain naked as she had been ordered to but suddenly a kind of shame took hold of her. For all her modern and bold outlook on life, she still remained a modest girl in that she would never show her naked body. So, nearly instinctively, she took a dressing-gown and wrapped her body in it. Then she sat on the edge of the bed with her heart beating hard with the fear of the consequences her disobedience would entail.
Dorothea von Berner went into the room and Mabel stood up suddenly and walked back against the far wall, just like a lion in front of its tamer, and she fixed the governess with wide-open eyes. She could not help noticing again how wonderfully beautiful she was.
Dorothea was already coiffured and made up with care. Her mouth, daubed with lipstick, had taken up an evil expression. Behind her tortoise-shell glasses her steely eyes sparkled vividly. She was dressed in a Japanese kimono and round her waist there was a varnished leather belt. She did not seem to be wearing anything underneath. Her beautiful sun-tanned legs were likewise bare; as for her feet, they were shod in high-heeled red slippers.
Mabel noticed with fright that the governess was holding a horsewhip in her hand and that she was tapping the end of it nervously against her slippers.
Looking at Mabel fixedly, the attractive governess walked slowly up to her.
"A slave should get down on her knees," she said briskly, "when her mistress does her the honour of entering her room. From now on, if you forget to do so you will get ten lashes on your breasts. I condescend not to punish you for this once since you didn't know. Go on, bitch, on your knees!"
Tamed, more dead than alive, the pretty English girl slipped to the floor on her knees.
"Kiss my feet in submission!"
Forgetting her pride and shame, Mabel bent down and placed her trembling lips on the varnished slippers before her.
Dorothea turned round her victim and examined her with attention.
"If I am not mistaken, you were ordered to appear naked before me. Why haven't you obeyed?
"I don't know," the girl whispered bashfully.
The governess slapped her face violently.
"Be polite and answer 'I don't know, Mistress.'"
"I don't know, Mistress," Mabel repeated.
"From now on," Dorothea went on, "you will have to call me 'Mistress' all the time and you shall be punished every time you forget to. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And now, since you have kept on this dressing-gown against by orders, you will be punished."
"Oh no, Mistress, please don't!"
"Silence!" Dorothea said in a loud voice, "you must speak only when I ask you to. Must we flay you alive to show you that you are a slave in discipline? Come on, take off your dressing-gown, and quickly!"
Already, tears of despair were welling up in Mabel's eyes. She had the impression of living an awful nightmare. She took off her dressing-gown and her splendid nudity appeared.
Meanwhile Dorothea had sat down on a chair.
"Come up to me," she ordered, "and lie down on your stomach across my knees! As I don't want to be too harsh for your still sore bottom, I shall spank you with my hare hand, like a baby."
Poor Mabel took up with shame the position that had been indicated to her. What a terrible humiliation for an eighteen-year-old girl to find herself thus all naked across the knees of her governess and to present her behind to her!
Dorothea understood perfectly her slave's feelings, for site talked to her while slapping violently her buttocks with the palm of her right hand.
Take this, and that, and that, you bad naughty girl! Do you feel my spanking? Aren't you ashamed to be spanked as if you were four years
old? (slap, slap!) I know how to tame you, d'you hear me? You shall become a thing without a will of her own and without any pride at all. This is the way to treat bad girls like you, modern girls who believe themselves infallible, this is the way — by spanking their bottoms!" (slap, slap, slap!..).
And, as she talked, she smacked vigorously the naked behind. The noise was characteristic and echoed in the room. It was more humiliating than really painful, although, little by little, all the pain of the day before was reawakened by the violent slaps.
At last the governess stopped and placed her pupil on her knees before her and gave her her perfumed white hand to kiss.
"Kiss my hand," she ordered, "kiss the hand that has just spanked you and is still warm with the contact of your buttocks! And thank me for this punishment; I hope it will be profitable and that thanks to my energetic care you will soon become the good and docile girl I want you to be."
"Thank you, Mistress," Mabel whispered, with no revolt left in her.
"And now we shall deal with your toilet. Bridget will give a hand and from now on she will wash and clothe you every morning. Every day at half past eight you will come to my room to wish me good morning and you will show me if all your clothes are in order. Bridget, is Mabel's bath ready?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Good! Follow me, Mabel!"
The girl followed her mistress into the bathroom where Bridget, with her eyes glistening with an evil glee, was awaiting them.
"Come, step into the bath, quickly!" the governess ordered, pointing at a bath of steaming water.
Mabel wanted 1o obey but she screamed: the water was much too hot and she had burned her foot with it. But Dorothea lashed her shoulders with two strokes of the horsewhip.
"Don't make any fuss! I demand that your baths be like this always, for hot water melts down rebellious minds. You will have to get used to it!"
Grimacing with pain Mabel got into the water. She was very sensitive and her delicate skin was hurt with this harsh treatment.
"Bridget," Dorothea told the maid, "every morning you will check Mabel's bath and see that she washes very carefully. Then you will dress her up in the clothes I shall indicate and you will send her 1o me at eight thirty so that I can see the result."
She came near the bath. "Go on," she told Mabel, "lather energetically your face and neck better than that if you don't want us to whip you! More… now the breasts, one after the other! Stand up now I Rub your stomach! Come on, lower, don't be afraid to rub: your sex and behind must be kept scrupulously clean and I'll see to it, you can depend on it, than that! Put some soap on a finger and drive it in deeply! That's an order! Bight, that's good! The thighs now, and the legs… your feet, come on, put some soap between each toe L. All right, that will do, make a dip into the water… and now get out!"
Mabel had obeyed all the orders mechanically. She realized that she could not resist and that even her most intimate gestures were now controlled by that terrible disciplinarian Dorothea.
After the girl had dried herself in towels, her mistress ordered her to lie on a couch which was in the bathroom.
"Come and help me, Bridget," she said, "we're going to rub this girl with a horsehair glove."
That was another torture for the English girl, for the two women, each armed with a sharp horsehair glove, began rubbing with such energy that she could not help fidgeting and screaming. So she was tied on to the couch with cowls and the operation was resumed.
"And now," the governess said to her victim, "I'm going to depilate you. I see you are depilated perfectly under the arms but there is some more hair I want to remove."
And so saying, she seized a handful of blond hair between the legs of the girl.
"When I have removed this." Dorothea went on, "your femininity will be much more attractive and besides I can check its cleanliness better. Also, since I intend giving you the discipline of tight drawers, the material of the panties will cling all the better to your intimate flesh if the unwanted hair is removed."
Mabel could not understand, the full meaning of those words. What did the governess mean, with her talk of tight drawers and depilatum? The poor girl was not going to be left in ignorance very long, for already Dorothea was coming back with scissors and depilating tongs, as well as a small shearer. She sat down on a chair by the patient and then proceeded patiently and carefully to shear the hair between the girl's logs. Mabel felt outraged in her womanly dignity. Helpless, tied down on to the couch, there was nothing she could do and she was really at the mercy of the governess. Miss von Berner's agile fingers came and went on her intimate flesh, palpitating and tapping it as she pleased. First, she used the scissors then the depilating tongs to tear off hair — which was very painful — then the shearer finished off the work. It seemed to Mabel as if she was being mutilated or raped. The work lasted more than an hour. At last the governess stood up with a satisfied smile.
"Ah, this is really the sex of a slave as it should be! Every week you will be sheared so that you should never have a hair on your femininity."
She untied the bonds of the girl and obliged her to look at herself in the mirror. The sight of her flesh all bare, soft and velvety like a seashell made Mabel whine with despair. She was so prowl of her silky blond down! It seemed as if she had gone back to infancy and as if her dignity of woman had vanished for ever.
"And now, the make up!" shouted the governess, "I want you to be always made up with care, for I like having a pleasant face in front of my eyes. Sit down in front of the dressing-table and don't move, or else, the whip!"
Armed with crayons, salves and pomades, the beautiful Dorothea started making up her slave. She lengthened Mabel's eyebrows, dabbed some black on her eyelids, gave a glisten to the eyelashes, then she puffed rouge on her cheeks, lipstick on her lips and placed two artificial beauty-spots on her face, one at the corner of the eyelids and the other near the lips.
Mabel had lost her aspect of well-to-do girl, but had lost nothing of her beauty. Made up thus she looked like a delightful doll or a young girl thrown too early into the commerce of love.
"Come now, into your room!" the governess ordered, "we're going to clothe you!"
With her heart beating with apprehension the girl obeyed and walked to the next room. There, Dorothea opened the locked cupboards and Mabel saw that her articles of dressing seemed to be complete and that there were even some more clothes added to them which she had not seen before.
"Here," the governess explained, "is your underclothing. Bridget has spent one and a half day modifying it according to my instructions. That was very kind of her, to work for a bitch like you! So, kneel down before her and kiss her feet, and thank her to have worked so hard for you!"
The English girl hesitated a few seconds but the lash of the whip obliged her to do her humiliating duty. She went near the maid who was looking at her with a mocking smile and knelt down before her. Bridget had lifted up her dress a little and was pointing imperatively at her foot. Deeply blushing with shame, Mabel kissed the varnished shoe of the maid.
"Thank you," she murmured.
"Thank, you who?"
"Thank you, Bridget!"
"Not at all!" cried Miss von Berner. "You owe Bridget the greatest of respect and henceforth you are of a social rank much lower than her's. I demand that you should address her as "Your Ladyship" and that you should talk to her in the third person. Besides, she will have the right to order you about and to punish you as she pleases. And, to chastise you for having been insolent to her on the evening of your arrival, you will from now on become her maid. Tell her so politely and thank her!"
That was the hardest humiliation that the aristocratic English girl had ever suffered.
She bottled up her anger and said in a voice hardly audible:
"Thank you, I am your servant."
"Bridget," asked Dorothea, "don't you think Mabel has just made a mistake?"
"Yea, ma'am, she said 'you' tome."
"Well, punish her by slapping her face!"
The servant did not need a repetition of the order and slapped the pretty face of her former mistress with vim.
"And now, you shall tell Bridget exactly these words: 'I thank your Ladyship for having modified my underclothing. I submit to the orders of your Ladyship and I ask your Ladyship whether she condescends to take me as a maid."
Mabel, crimson with shame, repeated the sentence.
"I condescend," Bridget answered with haughtiness, "and henceforth I consider you as my slave."
"Stand up," Miss von Berner ordered, "we're going to dress you up."
The governess had just taken out of a cupboard a strange corset in black varnished leather with several steel buckles. She showed it to her victim.
'My girl, you'll have to get used to wearing corsets," she said. "A slave being educated must feel well maintained, in a way a prisoner of her own clothes. Bearing a corset will make you stand erect, it will give you bigger buttocks and will make your breasts jut out and remain firm. I'll have you wear more and more severe corsets, until you have a fifteen-inch waistline."
Mabel had become pale on hearing those words.
"Oh, Mistress, please, not that!" she begged.
"Do you want a whipping? Who authorized you to speak? Come up here and shut up!"
Trembling, the girl obeyed. Then Dorothea applied on her stomach the corset of discipline. The contact of the varnished leather on her bare flesh caused her a strange sensation. The corset was relatively short, covering only the stomach and abdomen. It was laced in the back all along and left the breasts entirely free, pushing them up which made their tips point up towards the sky. As for the rump, it was completely disengaged, for the stays stopped right at the small of the back. Mabel noticed that the instrument was supplied with about forty small buttons or knobs which formed a kind of belt around it. Besides, one inch above those buttons there was a small hook and another behind.
Dorothea was standing behind Mabel, and tugging with all her strength on the cords of the stays, tightening them to the utmost. The girl felt the leather sheath gradually close in upon her, pressing on her abdomen, crushing her stomach, making her gasp. "Mistress," she moaned, "Mistress, I beg you! The governess slapped her hard. "Not a word out of you! Will you ever behave?"
The tightening proceeded. Now poor Mabel had the impression of being crushed in a vice. Her rump, thrown back, jutted out violently and her abdomen was flattened by the varnished leather. The torture was intolerable and the girl started moaning. But Dorothea, far from being moved, only shrugged her shoulders.
"You'll get used to it," she said philosophically. "And now, the drawers!"
She rummaged in a cupboard and took out a pair of pink panties of silk and lace which was one of the best pieces of underclothing which the pretty English girl owned. The governess showed them to her.
"You see, your panties have been readjusted by Bridget — they are much narrower now."
"But, Mistress, my panties were already very tight…"
"First, of all, I don't want any remarks from you, and next, if I wanted them tighter I had a good reason for it, so you don't have anything to say. A girl being re-educated must have her behind kept extremely tight. She must feel the material hampering her movements. I have already told you, Mabel, that it is by concentrating on your behind that I shall make you lose all your personality. Not only will it have to be whipped often but it must feel as if it were imprisoned. Understand once and for all that not only your brain but also your sex and behind are under my absolute government. Every second of your slave's life I want you to feel that your flesh belongs to me and that I am imposing it a discipline and a law. Now, put on these panties, and beware you don't tear the silk!"
Red with shame, Mabel took the tiny and did her best to put them on. They were too tight and she was very ranch afraid to tear it by slipping them up her thighs. It became much more of a problem when it came to the behind: her buttocks could not tighten themselves sufficiently to allow an adequate passage to the silken prison. But at last, helped by two or three lashes of the horsewhip, she managed. Her rumps were so tight and the material sticking so much against them that it felt like a second skin. Her sex was bruised by the silk pulling and stretching over it, and the panties penetrated into the cleavage of her buttocks as deeply as possible and she experienced a burning sensation.
Then Mabel understood the use of the forty white buttons that adorned her corset, for Bridget had sewn forty corresponding buttonholes all around the waist of the drawers. One after the other they were tied and then the panties were hermetically help up in position without any possibility of movement and drawn upwards still more although that seemed impossible.
The poor English girl felt extremely uncomfortable. She did not dare make any brisk move for fear of tearing the material which moulded her. Encompassed by her panties and stays she walked with dainty steps and feared the moment when she would have to sit down.
Yet she was not yet at the end of her torments.
"That's not all," Miss von Berner said, "you aren't sufficiently imprisoned between your legs. We're going to strap you."
She took out of a cupboard a wide tape of varnished leather with a hook at each end. It was put upon her like a hygienic towel, with one end fixed to the stays in front and the other behind, by hooks. It was applied with extreme tightness, crushing her sex and driving into the cleavage of her buttocks. Mabel felt awfully strapped and harnessed.
Dorothea threw her a pair of fine black silk stockings.
"Sit down and put these on!" she ordered.
To sit down, there was the rub! With infinite precautions the girl bent gradually down, feeling her stays pressing hard against her stomach and the strap between her legs hurting her. The panties did not tear but Bridget and the governess burst out laughing at the spectacle of the slave's efforts not to tear them.
When Mabel had put on the stockings, they were fixed by garters of red satin with ornaments in the shape of little knots, which were tied tightly round her thighs.
Dorothea now produced a pair of strange-looking shoes: high boots of varnished, leather with laces and heels about four inches high.
"You'll have to get used to high heels that will oblige you to hold yourself straight," the governess said. "I'll make your wear some five inches high. Now you're going to wear these high boots which will discipline your calves."
It was true. The varnished boots imprisoned Mabel's legs very closely. Besides, they were at leant one size too small and hurt the delicate feet of the poor English girl.
Dorothea obliged her to walk round the room ten times. She was so tightened on all her body by the different garments that she walked stiffly like a robot. She was egged on by whip lashes and now and then she let out a sob of despair.
But the dressing up was not finished. It was completed by pink silk cami-knickers which the girl had to slip on over her stays. They, too, had been shortened and tightened by Bridget and moulded narrowly all the contours of her body stopping just underneath the knees.
Then the girl put on a white silk blouse and a very tight black skirt closed in front from top to bottom by a row of buttons.
"I hope," the governess mocked," that you feel well disciplined in your clothes. Wearing very tight clothes is the best way to peg down your excessive pride."
She walked up to her victim.
"Put your hands behind your back!" she snapped.
Mabel, trembling, obeyed and Dorothea put the girl's palms together and tied them up with a string.
"You will always have your hands tied," she ordered, "except when I need you for some domestic work. You must get used no longer to have any personal initiative and to be only a machine that carries out my orders when and the way I want to".
She then saw that Mabel seemed to be ill-at-ease and that she was moving from one foot to the other.
"Well, what's the matter with you, what are you dancing about?"
"Excuse me, Mistress," the girl said awkwardly, "but I would like to… I need to go to…"
"To what? Explain yourself clearly!"
"To the toilet," the girl said, blushing.
During the time she had been a free girl, she had always hated mentioning such things. An extreme modesty paralysed anything that concerned these bodily needs.
But Dorothea was not such a prude.
"To pee, or for something else?" she asked.
"Both, Mistress!"
"How many times a day do you usually go to the toilet?"
Blushing hard, the girl thought for a moment.
"About six or seven times, Mistress," she answered.
"Well, from now on, you shall go only twice, once in the morning and once in the evening. It's an excellent exercise of discipline for a girl being re-educated to have a physical need she is not allowed to satisfy. Every morning and evening, when you feel the need coming, you will ask Bridget very politely. If she deems it necessary, she will then give you her permission and accompany you to watch the operation. For this time I advise you to have patience for you will be allowed to go only in about an hour or two."
Those words left Mabel dumbfounded and even appalled. The idea that her governess should control even those things revolted her deeply. In spite of her submission and the fear of the whip she was about to revolt and insult her torturer. But, once more, the fear of the consequences made her keep silent.
Miss von Berner had gone out for a while. She came back holding three huge photos. They were three pictures of herself — one whole-length, in a suggestive bathing-suit which moulded her sculptural body, the second one in riding-trousers and with a riding-crop in her hand; the third was a larger-than-life portrait where Dorothea appeared very beautiful, with a cruel and domineering expression and the steely glint of her eyes. She placed the three photos on the cupboard and laid before them a horse-whip and a dog-whip.
"From now on," she said, "these photos will remain in your room and I want you to learn to contemplate them with respect and adoration, for not only I want you to fear me, but also to love me, with a vile grovelling love-the love of a slave for her mistress, the all-mighty one. Now your future schedule will be this (until you become a well-trained save): it will begin with one hour of worship and prayers. You will kneel in front of my photos and, while you lean towards me, you will pray God that He give you a supple and docile soul and that He should help you atone for your faults and the insolence of your past life. You will pray to me, too, for you must get it into your head that I am all and you are nothing. Yes, I know, you won't have much thoughts in the first days, but, thanks to my education, there will come the moment when your adoration for me will be natural and genuine and you will pray to me as to a goddess without my having to order you to do so."
Mabel listened to her with awe and fright. She wondered whether the governess was insane and whether her folly would gradually gain in upon her. She read in the eyes of the beautiful Dorothea a kind of sadistic expression which acted upon her like a mysterious magnet. Almost mechanically she knelt down in front of the photographs.
"I shall leave you to your worship," Dorothea went on. "If you have moved but half an inch when I come back, you shall be cruelly punished. And try to hold back the need you mentioned just now because Bridget, before leading you to the toilet, will inspect your underclothes, and if ever they are found to be damp you will be whipped till blood comes!"
Miss von Berner beckoned to Bridget and both women left the room, locking it up behind them.
When she was alone, Mabel believed she would stifle with rage, humiliation and despair. But what could she do? There she was, with her hands tied behind her back, kneeling like the most abject of slaves. She felt, all along her body, the corset that squeezed her under her skirt, and her legs and thighs were likewise imprisoned. These terrible stays were cutting into her skin and the too narrow panties, made narrower still by the leather strap, bit into her tender flesh.
She was about to cry and sob to calm her despair. Then she thought about the two different whips in front of her eyes, which seemed to have eyes of their own to witness her undignified position, and also the three photographs or her domineering mistress which fascinated her with the gleaming expression of her steely-grey eyes and with the sensual power of her beautiful body.
Her physical need tortured her. The thought that she would not be able to satisfy it without Bridget's permission was driving her crazy. She was about to let go and drop everything in her panties, but the shame and the fear of the punishment obliged her to control herself.
It seemed impossible that so many obligations and constraints should not bring Mabel to rebellion. The girl gnashed her teeth and her eyes were brimful of tears. It was too much — better be dead than reduced to such an abject state.
Thus an hour passed, an awful hour which saw now the despair now the revolt of the poor girl.
Then Bridget came in. She had a mocking expression on her face and she walked up to her victim in a wiggling movement.
"Well slave, still have your need?" she asked.
Her assurance and haughtiness were stronger than Mabel's pride.
"Yes, Your Ladyship," she said, casting down her eyes.
"And, no doubt, you would like me to take you to the toilet?"
"Yea, Your Ladyship'"
"Maybe," Bridget said with cruelty, "we'll see if you deserve it. Get up!"
Painfully, the girl stood up.
"You haven't wetted your drawers, have you?" the maid asked.
"No, Your Ladyship."
"We shall see."
With slow movements, Bridget lifted Mabel's skirt and cami-knickers. She undid the strap in front. Then she crouched down and inspected with care the girl's drawers at the precise spot in which her femininity was slightly bulging under the adhering material. The maid, with malicious pleasure, even put her hand to it, palpating the fruit of love a long while to make perfectly sure there was no dampness. Mabel's shame was immense to feel herself being touched thus without her being able to prevent it.
At last Bridget appeared satisfied with her check.
"All right," she said, "you've been a good girl. Walk in front of me!"
She had taken a horsewhip with her and gave little strokes with in on the girls calves to make her walk more quickly. She made her go into the water closet and locked herself up with her. There, she again lifted up the skirt and underskirt of her captive and untied her hands.
"Down with your panties!" she ordered, "undo them."
That was not easy at all, for Mabel had the forty buttons which tied her drawers to hooks on her stays. In spite of her haste, she was given a violent stroke of the whip on her breasts to punish her for being too slow.
Having at last taken off her panties, the girl had then to hold up her skirts and sit on the seat under the mocking eyes of Bridget who wait watching every one of her moves. Awfully mortified, the poor slave had to relieve herself and let a few incongruous noises escape, which made the maid burst out laughing.
"Now, wipe yourself up!" Bridget ordered. "And do it well, for you'll have to show me your arse before putting on your panties!"
Showing her anus!.. Would no humiliation be spared her? She had to drink the bitter cup to the lees.
With her skirts held high up she had to bend down towards Bridget and draw her buttocks apart to let the maid inspect her most intimate parts at leisure.
"All right, you may button yourself up!"
The discipline drawers were put on again and fixed with the forty white buttons, then, on top of them, the cruel strap.
"You know what," Bridget said with a smile, "it's a pity I don't feel like it, or else I would have obliged you to wipe me up. That's what you will soon do, I can tell you, for you're my slave and I can do what I jolly well please with you, can't I?"
She tied Mabel's hands behind her back so tightly that it hurt the girl's delicate wrists.
Outside the toilet, she gave an ultimate humiliation to her slave.
"Kneel down before me," she ordered. "Thank me and kiss my feet."
Mabel hesitated a second but a powerful pair of slaps made her obey. She humbly kissed the maid's feet and murmured:
"I thank Your Ladyship for Her having accompanied me to the toilet.'"
Satisfied, Bridget ordered her to stand and walked back with her to her room. Then she knocked on the door of the neighbouring room and reported everything to the governess.
"Very good, Bridget, I thank you," Dorothea said. "Mabel's schedule now indicates an hour's walk before lunch, you will accompany her. Lift up her skirts to her waist and fix them with safety-pins, so that you can lash her bottom if she doesn't obey you. Fix a leash to the hook that maintains the strap in the back, and so you can walk her before you without untying her hands. Make her walk erect, with head very high and her breasts thrust forward. And make her run a little to teach her to get used to her boots."
"Yea, ma'am, thank you," Bridget answered joyously.
Mabel had heard all that with dismay. She trembled at the thought of being given again to the cruel servant as a toy.
Five minutes later she was in the park, with her skirts lifted up high, exposing her bottom shrouded in clinging silk and strapped with the wide leather tape. Bridget was walking behind her, holding her on a leash fixed to the back hook of her corset. Almost uninterruptedly she lashed her with light strokes and gave her orders:
"Hold your head high and your body erect! Better than that, slave! Thrust forward your teats! And your bottom backwards, offer it well to my whip! Draw in your belly! Stare right in front of you, straighten your neck! You little bitch, I'll teach you how to walk!"
With tears in her eyes the poor girl tried her best to obey. She was completely tamed, vanquished by this very tiring walk. Thus she covered the shaded walks of the park without heeding the blessed song of the birds in the sun-mottled foliage. Her imprisoned feet hurt her terribly, rolling on the gravel of the walks, and she almost twisted her ankles at every step, so high were her heels. It became worse when, Bridget, with violent whiplashes, obliged her to run. Whipped furiously, Mabel made superhuman efforts, tripping very often and tortured by her stays which drove into her skin.
"Stop!" Bridget cried at last.
The maid, tired from the long run, wanted a rest. She saw a good spot of mossy grass in the shadow of a large tree and sat down on it with a sigh of satisfaction.
"Lie down at my feet, slave!" she ordered.
The girl obeyed with gusto, being happy to rest her weary limbs. Bridget, sitting at a slightly higher level, had drawn her knees inwards and hitched up her own skirt, thus affording the sight of her undies. Mabel glanced at the fat white thighs of the maid, with the black satin garters and the clinging pale silk panties, perhaps the same which had served to gag Mabel the other day!
"Well," Bridget said suddenly, "why are you staring at my skirts? In my bottom fascinating you? You see, it's still bigger then yours, but then mine is that of a free woman that has never been whipped and never will be! Now, kiss it, I allow you to!"
Mabel, revolted at this suggestion, stood up abruptly in spite of her new spirit of submission. Never, oh, never, would she stoop so low!
But Bridget, furious, lashed her cruelly and the stroke caught her on the dainty tips of her breasts. The girl howled with pain.
"Slave, I order you to kiss my bottom at once! Obey, if you don't want me to tear your breasts to pieces with the whip! Quick, put your head underneath my skirts.!"
Any resistance was out of the question. With a sob of despair Mabel bent down and slipped under the maid's dress. Her tied hands hampered this operation and the weight of her own body drew her forward and she fell headlong ending up with her lips against Bridget's panties, at the precise spot where the femininity bulged under the thin material.
The servant, lying down lazily on the grass, had crossed her legs in a knot round her victim's neck and, with a sadistic and voluptuous smile, she seized Mabel's hair and crushed her face against her fruit of love.
"Kiss, slave, kiss well!" she ordered. "And draw out your tongue, so that I should feel the caress through my panties!"
With her mind in a whirl, Mabel felt like a drunken girl. A Lesbian against her wishes, she bad to kiss this domineering pair of knickers and she felt the hairy spot soften and become wet under her tongue.
"You see," Bridget mocked, "I'm not depilated! It's for a slave like you to be depilated!.. Continue, slave, quicker, harder! Stop only when I order you to!.. Enough now, go down lower and kiss my arse! There, that's fine, put your face against it!.. Stop now, I've had enough. Get out of there!"
Bed and dishevelled, Mabel came out of her warm prison and in her haggard eyes there flashed some glints of madness.
Next, the servant ordered her to lie full-length on her back, and she sat down on her breasts, revelling in the pleasure of crushing down under her heavy bottom the pretty breasts of the girl. Stifled and bruised, Mabel sighed but Bridget laughed fit to burst.
"Now, this is a very fine cushion for the bottom of a mistress. I'll use it frequently, do you hear, slave?"
"Yes, Your Ladyship," Mabel whispered, gasping.
At last, the maid got up. She took the leash and the riding-crop and took the prisoner fanning up to the castle. Mabel arrived there in an indescribable state of depression and fatigue. Bridget allowed her to lie on the bed until lunch time, bat she did not untie her hands.
That was another torture: having the arms kept behind her back for long periods of time and her wrists tied tightly — it became gradually more and more painful.
It was the governess who came to fetch her, half an hour later. She wore a white skirt and a red silk blouse. As it was very hot she was not wearing any stockings, and on her feet were spotless white buckskin shoes.
As she saw her come in, Mabel's first thought was to stay on her bed without moving, but Miss von Berner's steely stare was so hard that she got up, knelt down and kissed her governess's feet.
"That's good," she said, "I see you're beginning to know your part."
She pushed; in front of her the girl up to the dining-room where stood a huge table richly laid up. Bridget was already waiting to serve the hors-d'oeuvre.
Mabel cast a look around and trembled when she saw the seat that was reserved for her — it was a chair like the otters, with the only difference that the padded seat had been replaced with a very harsh horsehair cushion.
"At each meal," the governess announced, "you will sit on this discipline chair until your education is completed. But first, we shall take off your drawers in order not to damage them."
Aided by Bridget, she lifted up the girl's skirts, unbuckled the strap and undid the many buttons of the panties which she took off and cast away. Then she forced Mabel to sit on the chair, maintaining her skirts lifted up.
The contact of her already bruised bottom with the hard horsehair, the bristle of which drove into her naked skin, made her moan with pain.
"Mercy, Mistress," she cried, "I haven't done anything wrong!"
"I know you haven't done anything wrong," Dorothea said sarcastically. "This seat is not a punishment. I only want your bottom to submit to a continual discipline until you are completely educated. The pain produced by the horsehair will make you forget the pleasures of the meals. Besides, you should realize that you are under continual penance to atone for your past faults."
While she was speaking, she tied Mabel on the chair by means of a leather strap which passed under the seat and crossed over the girl's lap. She tightened this strap so that the horsehair bristles drove still more deeply into the girl's flesh.
"What's the menu, Bridget?" the governess asked.
"Hors d'ouevres, ma'am, then trout, roast chicken, salad, cheese and chocolate cakes."
Mabel, who was very fond of eating, was feeling very glad at the announcement of such delicacies and even forgot her pain a little.
"And for Mabel?"
"For Mabel, the cook has prepared what you ordered her to: a maize porridge, a little veal with mashed potatoes and some whey."
"Perfect!" Dorothea said.
She turned towards her pupil.
"You see how I take good care of your health. I've decided to put you on a diet so that your bowels should keep in an excellent state. It is also normal that a girl being re-educated should not eat the same menu as her mistress, isn't it?"
Mabel lowered her head in shame. She did not experience any surprise now for she knew that from now on her life would be nothing but sufferings and humiliation.
Bat she was nevertheless surprised that they should have left her hands tied. She soon understood the reason why. Bridget, after having waited upon Miss von Berner, laid before the slave a plate brimful of maize porridge and, sitting beside her, she started giving her to eat out of a spoon as one does to a baby. With her hands tied and being strapped to the horsehair seat, Mabel was obliged to obey. The porridge tasted awful. Bridget shored into her mouth great big spoonfuls of it and the girl swallowed with a grimace of disgust.
"Pinch her nose, Bridget!" Dorothea ordered. "She doesn't open her mouth wide enough. And slap her face if she doesn't hurry more!"
The maid complied with those orders with relish. She seized rudely the delicate nose of the English girl between her fingers, obliging her to open her mouth in order to breathe. Thus Mabel swallowed willy-nilly the fulsome porridge. Three times she was slapped by Bridget for not hurrying enough.
A huge portion of puree followed the porridge. Mabel felt her stomach swell up under the corset that was squeezing her painfully. She tried to turn her head aside in spite of the slaps she was now being dealt very often on her pretty face.
"If you don't eat all there is on your plate," Miss von Berner said, "you will be whipped till blood runs! The meat now… But you'd better not swallow the pieces without masticating them, it wouldn't be good for your health. Bridget, do masticate them yourself and then spit them out from your mouth into hers — that will teach her to eat better!"
Mabel's whole body was convulsed with a shudder of distaste but Bridget was pinching her nose so strongly that she had to open her mouth to breathe and thus submit to the fulsome treatment. The maid put the pieces of meat one after the other in her own mouth, masticated them a long time, then she drew her face near Mabel's and spat out the pieces into her mouth.
At last that torture was over. The girl ended her meal with two, platefuls of whey accompanied by a glass of water.
Meanwhile, Dorothea von Berner had partaken of all the succulent titbits, washing them down with Burgundy wine.
"Take the girl to her room, Bridget!" she ordered. "There, you will button up hear panties miming, and you'll wash her face and fix her and strap, then you will blow her nose as it's, running, and you'll wash her face and fix her make up, then you'll send her to me in the drawing-room.
Dorothea's orders were duly carried out. A quarter of an hour later, Mabel, made up freshly, re-buttoned and strapped, presented herself before the implacable governess who was having coffee in the drawing-room.
"Kneel down in front of me," she ordered, "and don't move!"
Miss Sunway obeyed. A long half hour elapsed without a word from the governess. She was sipping her coffee, smoking cigarettes and nonchalantly leafing through magazines. Mabel hardly dared to breathe. She looked up fearfully into the magnificent face of Dorothea, her fine: rumps sprawling on the couch and her bare legs, white hands with ruby-red nails, her insolent revealing their shapes under the hitched up skirt. And she could not help admiring this splendid creature whose iron will was weighing upon her as a law. And yet, who exactly was this Dorothea? A mere governess hired by Lord Kelingson — a subaltern indeed… and there she was, happy, carefree and enjoying a luxury she was not entitled to, while Mabel, a young girl of nobility and good breeding, an heir to a great fortune, was obliged to kneel like a slave with her hands tied up. The young English girl realized how that situation made the social classes topsy-turvy and she was appalled. But then she thought of the punishments she had received and understood that the Whip is a great Master and all-powerful magician, to be able to bring about such social upheavals.
The governess looked at her wrist-watch.
"Your time-table for the afternoon is about to begin, Mabel! You know you will have to submit to it whether you like it or not, for if you refused the worst punishments would await you and would bring you back to the straight path. Until further notice, your schedule will be divided into three parts: from two to three you will have a lesson, for I suppose that your education is far from perfect in spite of your eighteen years of age. From three to six you'll do some housework as I intend to make you my chambermaid and you'll have to get prepared for it. Then, from six to seven, I'll give you a rather special lesson which I'll name 'a lesson of humiliation' in order to make you obey better and to teach you to be a passive thing submitting to all my whims and happy with your degrading situation. Now, follow me to the office which I've transformed into a study-room!"
She stood up and led Mabel to Lord Kelingson's office. There, to the girl's great surprise she untied her hands and indicated a heavy armchair in front of the desk.
"You're going to sit here," she ordered, "and I want you to lift up your skirts before sitting down, for I want the seat always to be in direct contact with your bare flesh or your thin panties. Execution!:
She punctuated her order with a alight stoke of the horsewhip on the pupil's, calves. So Mabel hitched up her skirt up to the waist and sat down on the armchair. Then the governess took two small chains, each supplied with a padlock, and chained up the girl's ankles to the two forelegs of the armchair.
"I keep the key to the padlocks!" she said with a mocking smile. "So, even though your hands are free, you will remain attached to your seat!"
She gave a large book to Mabel.
"Here's your study book. I won't make you study history or literature or such things that have no more interest for you. As I want you to become a perfect slave, only one thing must interest you from now on — the story of the slaves, their ways of life and submission to their masters, as well as the punishments they are inflicted when they don't obey. So this is 'a Treatise on Bondage' which dates from the earliest periods of our times until now. Every day you will have to read ten pages and learn by heart two pages. Work and beware if you don't know your lesson when I come back. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," Mabel sighed mournfully.
When the governess had left the room the girt started reading. The first chapter described the treatments given to the slaves of ancient Rome by the demanding patricians and their wives. It seemed to Mabel as if her own brethren were telling her their lives.
She read about ten pages and started learning the first two by heart. Luckily enough she was gifted with an excellent memory, so that when Dorothea came back, the girl told her humiliating lesson without a single mistake.
"Not bad," the governess said condescendingly, "I give you eight marks out of a possible ten. And you can call yourself lucky for a seven or a six are punished with a whipping with birch twigs, a five or a four deserve a horsewhipping on the breasts and an inferior note the dog whip on the buttocks. Remember that for the next lessons!"
She detached the poor slave and rang for the maid.
"Bridget," she told her, "this girl will have to do three hours of housework. We shall make her sew, iron and clean the rooms. I intend to oblige her every day to stitch for me some pretty ornaments of material, but for to-day we shall make her do the washing only. Let's go down to the wash-room!"
With Bridget and the governess on each side of her Miss Sunway went down to the cellar of the castle where a modern wash-room had been installed.
"Did you get down my dirty linen, Bridget?" Miss von Berner asked.
"Yes, ma'am, the one you were wearing yesterday and the one that was in your trunks. In all there are mine pairs of stockings, three slips, six handkerchiefs, two bras and fine pairs of drawers. I also have then linen which Mabel was wearing about her when she arrived at the castle."
"Perfect," said Dorothea. "And what about you, Bridget, have you got dirty linen of your own? Mabel must wash it since she's your maid."
Bridget blushed with pleasure and pointed at a parcel in a corner.
"There, I have pyjamas, two hygienic towels, stockings, a chemise and two pairs of panties. If you'll allow me, I'll add the one I'm wearing now and which is rather dirty."
"But of course, do."
Bridget lifted up her skirts, took off the blue panties which Mabel knew only too well. She picked them up and tossed them at the girl's face.
"Here you are, slave, and let these be clean!"
"I do hope so," Miss von Berner added, "looking at Mabel severely. I'll give you three hours to wash all that And I'd better warn you that I'm very particular about my own linen. If I find the least stain on it I'll tear the skin off your bottom with a horsewhip. Now, to work!"
She cast her slave a despising look and went out with Bridget, taking good care of padlocking the door behind her. Mabel could come and go but she was a prisoner just the same since the only window was an air-vent and the room was lit by electricity.
The girl sighed deeply. So this is where she had sank: down to washing the dirty linen of the governess and even that of the chambermaid!
She started working. First of all, she looked after Dorothea's; linen. It was handling the gossamer bras, and the silk or satin drawers, the slave could not help thinking of the splendid flesh and the perfect shape which these clothes had imprisoned. She felt a strange sensation thinking that what she was washing Dorothea herself had soiled with the most intimate contact of her body, that it was Dorothea whose triumphant breasts had caressed the material with their hard nipples, that it was Dorothea who had worn under her skirt these coquettish pink panties and had soiled them… Suddenly, without thinking, she took a pair of panties and smelled them. Its odour was heady like a voluptuous perfume. She lost her head and kissed ardently the tepid material.
Then, almost at once, she was ashamed of her gesture and resumed her working. The chambermaid, although coquettish, had but a relative degree of hygiene and her linen was frankly dirty, and its cleaning was particularly odious to the unhappy heiress.
Three long hours elapsed in frantic work. Mabel had just finished when her two mistresses came back. Dorothea ordered her slave to show her the different articles of her clothing one after the other and she examined them scrupulously, with eyebrows knitted by concentration.
"It's all right," she said at last, "quite perfect. Bridget, have a look at yours and then send Mabel up to my room for the lesson of humiliation."
She left the room, leaving Mabel with the chambermaid. On her knees, she had to present the linen she had washed.
"And what about this?" the servant exclaimed suddenly, pointing at one of her pairs of drawers, "you find this clean, do you? Don't you see that there are some stains left, you fool? Answer!"
"I apologize to Your Ladyship," Mabel murmured, trembling, "I thought.''
Bridget's eyes sparkled with anger and she interrupted her with a brutal slap.
"You thought, you thought — you mustn't think! You only have to obey! If I please to forget myself in my linen, you're here to wash it! You're a slave and nothing else, d'you hear?"
"Yes, Your Ladyship."
"Go ahead and do it again before me, and let it be clean! And, first of all, come near me so that I punish you for your lack of care!"
With fear tugging at her heart, Mabel did as she was told. She received four powerful slaps on the face which made her reel and two strokes of the horsewhip across the breasts, which drew screams of pain out of her. Again she had a spark of rebellion thinking that her ands were free and she was bigger and stronger and she also had a whip. Mabel understood that she would be the under dog.
So she returned to her trough and, under the despising eyes of the chambermaid, she started again washing the panties in question.
"It's all right now," Bridget said after a while. "Wipe your hands and follow me to your governess's room!"
While she was walking upstairs the English girl felt a violent tug at her bowels. She could not help mentioning it to Bridget and asked her timidly to accompany her to the toilets.
When you go to bed, not before!" was the maid's harsh answer.
Mabel wondered with anguish how she could ever reach that moment. Bridget knocked at the governess's door.
"Let Mabel in," Dorothea said. "As for you, Bridget, you may go down and lay the table."
We can guess with what apprehension Mabel entered her mistress's room. What struck her first was the strange costume Miss von Berner was wearing. The governess had given a last-minutes touch to her make up and she looked more ravishing than ever. She was dressed in the Spanish way: an ancient shawl of great beauty was draped round her like a blouse, moulding her proud bosom. As for her flowered skirt, such as the Sevillian dancers wear, it was as wide as an eighteenth-century dress and gave her a very particular exotic charm. On her ankles she wore gold bracelets, visible under the very thin silk stockings, and on her feet were small high-heeled red leather shoes.
Subjugated by such imperious beauty, Mabel knelt down and kissed respectfully the young woman's feat. The latter pushed her back with a slight kick in her face and sat down in an armchair, playing with a thin horsewhip.
"To-day, Mabel," she said in a severe tone, "will begin your first lesson of humiliation. Be attentive and obedient if your don't want your big behind to strike acquaintance with this riding-crop!"
She paused dramatically and went on:
"I have already told you what I thought of you: you're rude, putrid with pride, modern and dissipated, in a word full of defects. It was time I arrived in your life to bring you back on the straight path. I repeat it, my intention is to make you become a submissive and pliable thing, without a shadow of personality, in a word, a slave. Already you must be aware of how little you are before me: here you are, on your knees, trembling in the fear of the whip. Your flesh is no longer free since you're strapped in a corset after my own wish. Your body linen is quite unlike that of girls of your age since, under my orders, you're wearing ridiculously small panties maintained between your thighs by a leather strap and attached to the waist by forty buttons in order to imprison your behind better.
Your hands, now free, are mostly tied behind your back, just because I like it this way. In a word, you're really a slave, 'my slave'. Now, a slave's lot is to obey. So you will learn to obey me and carry out my fanciest orders without resistance or murmur. But, first of all, I shall inspect your linen to see if you have learned to check your bodily needs. Stand up, lift up your skirt and cami-knickers and walk up to me!"
Poor Mabel was beginning to be used to such a gesture, so that it was almost mechanically that she lifted her skirts and walked up to the governess. The latter unbuckled the leather strap and inspected carefully the girl's panties. Then, just as Bridget had done some time before, she put her hand to it and started pawing, caressing, pinching the juvenile flesh through the silk panties.
"Tell me in a loud intelligible voice what I'm doing!" she ordered.
"You've got your hand between my thighs, Mistress, and you're feeling my panties to see if they are dry."
"And now?"
"Now you're slipping your hand behind… you're caressing my right buttock slowly… now you're caressing the left one… you're putting your finger in the middle… you're driving the material into it., now you're bringing your hand back between my thighs, you're tickling me,, you're pinching me… Mercy, Mistress, you're hurting me!"
Dorothea went on pinching with sadistic joy and Mabel had to submit, with tears in her eyes.
"That's enough," the governess said at last. "Lower down your skirts, I shall now submit you to a few exercises of obedience. I shall give you rapid orders and you must obey with the rapidity. And mind the whip!"
Then Miss von Berner started ordering her slave a whole series of movements which the unfortunate girl tried her best to carry out at once. She made her get on her knees, then flat down on her stomach, then stand up, back on her knees, stand up, down again on her stomach, and so on. As soon as Mabel was a little slow she received a stroke of the whip. This perverse game lasted a quarter of an hour. The merciless governess seemed to enjoy the game of cat and mouse. More than a hundred timed Mabel had to kneel down, stand up, crawl down, lie on her stomach kiss her mistress's feet. Dishevelled, bathed in sweat, she seemed exhausted when at last the mistress put an end to these cruet exercises.
"And now," Dorothea said, "you will learn to worship me. For you must understand that I don't want to dominate you only by the fear of the whip — I also want you to consider me as an exceptional creature, a sort of goddess whose shoes you are hardly worth kissing."
She spoke with great pride, conscious of all her powerful authority. And Mabel was looking at her with fright and awe.
"Von must learn to love and to respect everything urn-rounding me or belonging to me; not only the different parts of my body, but also my clothes, my linen, my ornaments and everything on me. In the worship of every object, your brain will follow a morbid evolution and eventually you will end up by considering as sacred everything connected wily my person; just like a bitch who recognizes the perfume of her mistress, so you will soon know me by my perfumes, from the odour of my dresses to the most intimate ones of my body. And, to begin with, you will start; by lying down on your stomach and licking slowly my shoes, humbly, abjectly, from the tips up to the heels, without forgetting the soles!"
She punctuated her order with a lash of the whip and Mabel had to do as she was told. It was a strange spectacle indeed to see this attractive girl whose waist was squeezed narrowly, licking the red shoes of a, superb mistress who, comfortably sitting and with a cigarette in her mouth, lashed her without pity from time to time to stimulate her.
The humiliating licking of the shoes lasted a quarter of an hour. When Mabel's tongue had become all dry, the governess had another whim. She stood up, majestically, and forced her slave to kneel down.
"Now," she ordered, "you will kiss the hem of my dress, very humbly. Then you will lift up my skirt and put your head underneath. Then you will understand why I've a wide dress on — it is to keep you a prisoner under me so that you can worship my linen like the good slave you are. First, you will kiss my legs with passion, from the ankles up to the thighs. You will deposit a long kiss on each of my garters., then you will lick my bare thighs. Then you will kiss the hem of my drawers and all its surface first in front then behind. And above all you must understand that it is a great honour I'm doing you in allowing you to kiss my bottom. You must be trembling with emotion, ecstasies and respect and you must understand that the whip will punish you if ever you are not passionate enough in your caresses. Now, you can begin!"
Blushing with shame, Mabel prostrated herself and began by kissing the violently perfumed Spanish skirt. With a sigh, she then slipped under the dress. The material was light and did not prevent the light from traversing it. Imprisoned under Dorothea's skirt, Mabel could see distinctly all the details — the marvellous shaped legs, in silk stockings held up the flesh-coloured bare thighs and lost themselves like indiscreet snakes into the festoons of a small pair of pink silk panties tightened against the perfect rump of Dorothea. A violent perfume of luxurious linen and of intimacy filled the slave's nostrils. Already a strange heady sensation to was taking hold of her.
She kissed the soft legs, brushing with her lips the fine silk of the stockings. She did not forget to pay homage to the garters, whose steel buckles enrobed with pink satin hurt her teeth. She at last licked the sun-tanned skin of the thighs: under her busy supple tongue this skin seemed divine to her — firm and warm, it has a slight salty taste which she did not dislike at all. The girl at last reached up to the hem of the drawers. After having kissed them she gradually rubbed up her face against the governess's belly. She felt the beautiful fruit of love palpitate under her avid lips — it was hot and smelling wonderfully. Strange to say, far from displeasing her, this contact was infinitely pleasant to her; She really had the impression of being admitted into Dorothea's intimacy — it was an honour for her. Into her soul of a young girl masochism was taking root gradually; her submissive tongue brushed against the swelling material, under which was this secret flesh whose shape she tried unconsciously to reconstruct under the silk prison of the drawers.
Suddenly she heard above her the governess's voice which sounded so far away.
"Adore your mistress, Mabel! Learn to recognize my intimate odours which your nose must never forget! Kiss with respect thin linen which alone is worth more than all your body of a tamed girl! And now go round behind me without interrupting your tusk!"
Possessed by a strange ecstasy, the girl obeyed. Her face, under the drew, came into contact with the magnificent bottom of Dorothea. Never before had Mabel contemplated from so near this dominating seat which she had so far admired only through the governess's dresses. Now she had before her the two superb globes spreading oat from the middle cleft into which the silk of the panties penetrated. Under Miss von Burner's orders Mabel bad to kiss respectfully the buttocks one after the other and then to dip her face into their interstice. The governess took a sadistic pleasure in crashing between her tight buttocks the slave's pretty face, half smothering her and gorging her with abjection. For a long time she held her so, a prisoner, and the while she let out a stream of humiliating words. At last satisfied, she ordered Mabel to come out of her skirts.
The unfortunate girl was red and puffing, both scarlet with shame and trembling with a strange voluptuousness.
"And now," Dorothea said sarcastically, "to compensate a little the pleasure I've just given, you, I shall slap you severely!"
"But, Mistress, I haven't done anything!"
The young woman laughed.
"I know quite well that you haven't done anything. I'm not going to slap you as a punishment but only because I feel like it, because I enjoy it, that's all. And I demand that, after each slap, you should thank me nicely, to prove your submission!"
Before Mabel had recovered from her surprise, the governess had sat down and drawn towards herself by her ears the girl's face. With great violence she slapped her face and soon afterwards there wan the mark of her fingers visible in red.
"Now, what do you say?"
"Thank you, Mistress," Mabel murmured.
Fifteen slaps succeeded the first one. The poor slave's face was crimson, almost purple; her ears were tingling and her cheeks were terribly sore. Suffering and sobbing, she bad nevertheless to thank fifteen times her torturer and kiss the hand that had beaten her.
"Everything! I can do everything I want with you!" Dorothea said with force. "I consider you now a slave whom I despise more than the ground I tread. But your re-education is far from over: soon, Mabel, you won't be able to live without me, you will have lost the habit of doing by yourself the most elementary gestures of everyday life and you will answer my contempt with adoration!"
She stooped and spat on the floor.
"Lick it up at once!" she ordered, "if you don't want the whip!"
With a moan of outraged dignity, Miss Sunway prostrated herself and licked serially the fresh saliva of her governess. The latter burst out laughing despisingly.
"That's good, you're a good bitch! Give me your hands so I can tie them up; the lesson is over! And go back to your room, Bridget will wash you and make you up for dinner!"
Half an hour later, the slave was bound on her horsehair seat, facing her mistress. And while the latter was enjoying a plentiful meal, Mabel had to be content which a tapioca soup, boiled noodles and an apple.
After dinner, the governess decided to have a little walk in the park, for the night was superb. She was walking slowly along the paths, smoking cigarettes and dragging behind her on a leash her slave. The poor English girl was suffering, for the walk had just revived in her the physical need she had been feeling for so long and which was becoming intolerable. Finally, Mabel could not help letting go and she wetted her drawers, but she became pale with fright, thinking of the punishment that was awaiting her.
"We shall now proceed to look after your bedtime," Dorothea declared when they had come back to the castle. "Bridget, please come into Mabel's room!"
The servant came at once. Soon, the three women were together in the slave's room.
"Bridget, untie her hands!" the governess ordered. "She's going to get undressed by herself in front of us!"
Mabel was trembling with fright. Slowly, as if regretfully, she got rid of her narrow skirt and cami-knickers. On Dorothea's order she approached so that they should untie her strap.
"Oh!" Miss von Berner exclaimed, "what do I see here? It seems your drawers are wet, eh?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress, but I just couldn't help myself!"
Mabel's face was slapped hard twice.
"You couldn't help yourself, you couldn't obey my orders, then? What are you doing with my orders? So you peed in your drawers just like a four-year-old kid. You, an eighteen-year-old girl!" Well, I ask you! What do you think of that, Bridget?"
"I think, ma'am, that it deserves a good spanking!"
"So do I, Bridget, and we shall do it right now! Go ahead, remove your panties, you dirty girl!"
Shaking with fright, Mabel got busy removing the forty buttons from the corresponding buttonholes, and, when the wet drawers fell down to her feet, the governess picked it up and vigorously rubbed Mabel's face with it.
"Here you are, you dirty bitch, wash your face with this before being whipped!"
Aided by Bridget, she then removed Mabel's corset. The girl, all naked, had the impression of a great solace. It was as if her flesh, benumbed by the corset, suddenly came back to life. But she lost her sensation of well-being at the sight of Dorothea von Berner's taking hold of a horsewhip.
"We're not going to whip your bottom, for it hasn't quite recovered from yesterday's punishment," she announced. "I shall chastise your for your uncleanliness by applying ten strokes of the horsewhip on your breasts!"
On her breasts! Mabel shuddered. She was so proud of her beautiful maidenly breasts, snow-white and round like cups, were they going to be submitted to the same treatment as her unfortunate bottom?
She had no move leisure to think it over. Already, Bridget, taking hold of her from behind, had dragged her to a chair upon which she sat down her back and imprisoning her legs between here. Unable to move an inch the girl screamed with terror as the governess's horsewhip lashed her breast cruelly. The pain was atrocious for the end of the whip had landed on a nipple. Mabel had the impression that her breast was being torn away from her. Another stroke, aimed carefully, reached the other nipple. And the whipping continued, painful and implacable. Each breast received five lashes which marked the attractive bust with as many pink-coloured weals and drew sobs of despair from Mabel.
"That will teach you to pay attention to your clothes!" Dorothea said, "and to keep in your needs the next time!"
Sobbing, the slave had to kneel down and thank her governed by kissing her feet.
"And now we're going to prepare you for the bight, for you mustn't imagine, that you will be more free at night than during the day — I told you that at each moment of your existence your body must feel the discipline of squeezing clothes. Only that can make you obey."
She addressed the chambermaid:
"Bridget, hare you prepared Mabel's night-clothes? The calico corset, the rubber panties and the night-sack?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, hand over the corset, we're going to put it on her!"
Willy-nilly, Mabel had to let her shuddering flesh be imprisoned again. The night corset, rather long, was out of rough calico stiffened with steel whalebones. It was tied on the side. A little less squeezed than the day one, it nevertheless seemed unbearingly hard to the girl.
Dorothea then ordered her to put on the rubber panties. They were small and made out of thin red rubber, clinging to the skin and tied to the stays with six buttons.
"Before putting on your night-sack, you're going to wish us good-night," Miss von Berner said. "Every evening you will do this: after having knelt down like a good girl you will tell me: 'Mistress, I thank you for this good day which you have dedicated to my education. I beg your pardon for my faults and hope to become soon with your help a perfect slave, obedient and submitted, just as you wish. And I wish you a good night!' Then, you will kiss my feet and the hem of my dress, then you will say the same to Bridget, also kneeling before her."
Then she was ordered to He down on the bed and Dorothea produced the night-sack. It was a very long shirt of strong calico the bottom of which was sewed to like a sack. Mabel, lying on her back, had to held up her whole body to have it slipped on her. When she put her arms into the sleeves she realized that they were sewed to at their ends. The shirt, buttoned at hear neck, imprisoned entirely the girl's body. Bat that still did not satisfy beautiful Dorothea. With several leather straps, the governess got to work, tying one round Mabel's ankles over the shirt and another at knee-level. Then the slave was ordered to cross her hands on her breasts and they tied her hands with a third strap. She was trussed so securely that she could not move at all.
"Thus, I'm sure you will be a good girl during the night," the governess said with an evil smile, "and that you won't do any shameful things."
With calm lack of modesty, Dorothea suddenly lifted up her skirts and unbuttoned her pretty prink panties.
"I'm going to tie them up on your face," the announced to the girl, "so that you take the habit of thinking of me even in your sleep and of living in the absolute intimacy of your mistress!"
She wrapped carefully the slave's face with her perfumed drawers, still warm with the contact of her body, and she fixed them with a strap knotted round Mabel's head, at mouth level.
"She looks nice like this!" exclaimed Bridget laughing. "This is how a slave should be."
Miss von Berner drew up the bed-sheets, covering her victim up to her chin.
"Good night, Mabel!" she said in a grave lone. "And don't forget that you are no longer Miss Mabel Sunway, the rich heiress, but only a slave submitting to my orders and tied up at my service."
The two women left the room.
During the night, the poor girl abandoned herself to despair. She was stifling with heat and unable to move an inch. This total impotence dominated her, made her despair, and yet she decided to submit to it, for already she was getting gradually down into the slough of abjection and servitude like a man in quick sands.
Crushed by her corset and her rubber panties, closely wrapped in her night-sack, this was no longer an eighteen-year-old girl lying there, but only a slave — fearful but already in love with her fearsome mistress. She sniffed the air that passed through the silk of Dorothea's panties, filled with the most degrading perfumes.
And she dreamed of her governess as a fanatic dreams of his all-mighty god.