Monique arrived at the boarding school one sad evening. It was an ancient abbey rebuilt by some gentleman and given back to Mrs. Merval. She installed there a boarding school for rich young girls. The school had only two classes, one for the children of twelve years of age, and the other for the children of fifteen and over preparing examinations. The boarding school was located in a deserted area in the moors of Bretagne. The building was surrounded by a huge park. The center of the building was essentially for the school, one of the wings was for the headmistress's apartments, the other for the commons. The whole building had all the adavantages of moderne confort.
The car, sent specially for her at the station, brought Monique to the front porch and a young a shy looking supervisor welcomed her and showed her to her room. In the meantime she helped Monique to arrange her things in her room, and told her that she would see the headmistress the next day. The supervisor's name was Maud. She was petite, fair haired and pretty with a figure full of dimples and rotundities wherever it had to be dimpled or round… She was wearing a black silk dress under which the eye could catch the shape of the brassiere and panties. She also had on black silk stockings, and varnished high heel shoes. A zipper was closing the dress on the front from the collar to the knees. The dress was conceived to show and emphasize the contours of the body, but it was still looking stern and serious. A little white lace collar was encircling the delicate neck, and she wore a little black velvet cap slightly inclined on one side of the face, and whose edges were concealed by the flair curls of her hair. Monique was admiring the costume. “It will the same for you tomorrow, if the seamstress has enough time to finish it replied the young girl.”
Then she left Monique after giving her a last and greedy look, contemplating with astonishment and wondering over the perfection of the young girl's figure.
Monique was awakened by the shoutings of the children in the park. It was late, and she was embarrassed, the sun was shining and gave the whole house a charming aspect. She washed herself and made up cautiously, and soon somebody came to get her to the headmistress through the long, empty dormitories.
She found herself facing a young woman, hardly thirty five, more than pretty, with her brown hair pulled back and chignonned on the nape of her neck, with a fringe to soften the contour of her forehead. She had delicate and handsome features. Her slightly grey eyes had a cruel look that did no go with the shapely mouth, sensuous with well designed lips. The slim, and yet muscled body, was dressed in a kind of long sleeved bodice, made of black silk, that molded in a provocative way the shapes of the torso clinging to each curve, and Monique had to admit that the breast were exceptionally firm and high. The V decollete went curiously down to the belt, passing between the two round hard bosom. The skirt, very short, stopped far higher than the knees and covered the lower part of the body and the upper part of the thighs. The legs were propped out of the silky material of the dress and were of perfect shape. Black silk stockings and high heel shoes completed the headmistress attire, her feet were quite small.
Sylvie Merval welcomed Monique very kindly, asked her about her first night in the house her trip to come there. She told her to sit down in a very low leather armchair, in front of her desk, in her office at the basement of the building. The windows opened on the park. While speaking to Monique, the headmistress let her eyes wander over the young girl's charms… She appreciate the curve of her legs, and letting her eyes look between the legs, where the knees were unveiled by the short skirt, she tried to see the mysterious corners of her femininity. Sylvie just received a letter from her fiend Max, and she knew what a hot and voluptuous temper the girl had and the kind of studies that the institution gave the pupils. She also talked about the discipline that she expected from everyone, as well from the children as from the masters. Monique, in the beginning would have to be on charge of the science classes for the youngest girls.
“In here, the headmistress added, when a fault has been committed, the pupils are not deprived from this or that. Nature gave those children certain advantages and it is your duty to use, and abuse, of those charms to inflict the chastisement that you will judge adequate. As fare as you are concerned, the same treatment will be applied to you every time that I will judge it necessary to help you to become the exceptional being that you must become. You all have an equal status between teachers, supervisors, and all the members of my staff-None of your colleagues could pretend that she escaped the biting of the whip, or the lash, or the piano stool. You will have to let that idea penetrate your mind so that you will abandon any intention of decency in front of them…”
Then she took Monique in a narrow corridor up to a room where a pleasant young woman was expecting them:
“Nine, you will give Miss Monique an uniform for the first visit and the meeting with her colleagues… You will also take her measurements for the other uniforms.”
The headmistress then disappeared and soon Monique found herself as naked as the day of her birth, in front of the thoughtful woman, whose luscious eyes told the lubric desire as clearly as words. Half caressing her, she put black silk stockings, high heel shoes, and a very short velvet dress, that stopped high above the knees it had a little leather belt, very tight around the thin waist. At the least movement the legs showed nearly completely, and when she was walking one could see the black garters and a little bit of white flesh above the black stockings. She posed the little black velvet cap on Monique's head, locked at the alluring charm that it gave to the young face, and drawing Monique close to her, sat her on her knees. She seized her by her wrists and said, ”…May I? It is a tradition here…” and between her lips she caught one of the erected nipples.
She stopped when she heard Monique's surrexcited moans… She took the young girl in her arms and gave her a long kiss on the mouth while her fingers were testing the young girl's virginity. When she heard the little cry of pain and surprise she whispered:
“Too bad… Look what you could have received, absorbed in you…”
From a chest of drawers she pulled a hard phallus, covered with dark blue velvet. Suddenly anxious, Monique got away, and that movement surprised the girl. She shrugged her shoulders, as if she could not care less, and tightened a black silk bodice around Monique's torso. It covered the breasts and the black, but was very deeply opened in front and the base and round contour of the breasts were visible. Then the seamstress rung a bell and a servant brought Monique back to the headmistress's office.
Then she visited the house, and she was introduced to all the teachers in their different classes. The teachers were all young girls, whose faces were more or less effeminated. The pupils were not too many: the prices operated a selection in the choice of the pension. The “Juniors” were wearing a black short and a white shirt with short sleeves. The “seniors” aged between 5 and 16 wore a flared and very short skirt that stopped at the middle of their thighs… Black silk stocking, varnished shoes, and a little black cardigan. The cardigan was made of a very thin material some kind of jersey, that let see, and even emphasized the already round curves of the young girls… A little white leather belt was accentuating the slimness of the waist and a little white collar putting a fresh note under the young faces. On their head they all had the same type of little hat with the hair puffing around it. They were all wearing a certain type of panties that only covered the pubis and left the buttocks naked. The sight of those girls, in natural poses, displaying under their short skirts their naked thighs between the black stockings and the little panties, was very exciting…
The teachers were dressed like Monique, but no pants were veiling heir most intimate parts. They were sitting on a little platform where was also a blackboard a leather armchair and in one corner a little table. The children, during the lectures could admire the underclothes of their teachers. The punishments were given privately in front or by the headmistress and always in front of the teachers who wanted to be present.
During the pauses, the pupils were often going by little groups, or two by two and it was easy to see the lesbian affinities existing between the young girls. The mistress had her own court of worshippers, but during the day, all caresses were strictly forbidden and any disobedience was severely punished the very same evening. But at night, on the contrary, everything was allowed.
In the class that was going to be hers, Monique was listening to the lecture made by a suppliant teacher. She could see the excitement grow in the eyes of her pupils while the children were watching her legs and her intimacy, and getting more excited each time that she was opening her legs a little bit wider. After the evening meal of the children, they were left under the control of the supervisors and the teachers were together in a separate lounge. Monique then got more acquainted with her colleagues all pleasant looking as a rule… The dresses were covering, or unveiling, the most exquisite treasures, the biggest variety of types, shapes, carnations… Among the most beautiful breasts, Monique was really the goddess… And by the end of the meal she had to expose her bosom and undergo, while her colleagues were holding her wrists the quadruple sucking of her nipples…
When retiring to her bedroom she found little Gisele in her bed… According to the tradition, the young supple body was to be her bedpartner for the night… Each night a different pupil was at the disposal of the mistress, and soon between the white linen civered walls of the little room came the voluptuous sighs of Monique sucked with a rare mastery by the young but expert mouth…
As days passed by, Monique found herself one night the “guest” of the headmistress. That happened to all the teachers. Littler dinner, just the two of them. Alone with that delightfully undressed woman, then farniente on the vast couch where soon both bodies, completely naked, indulged into the most fascinating caresses… in those moments, there was no superior or employee, the headmistress was rivalling in vice with her inferior, trying to test the physical possibilities of her partner. In her voluptuous ecstasy, Monique felt the bite of the lash of a little whip, her buttocks shivered under the slapping, spanking, and pinching of an alert and expert hand. A sweet drowsiness came in her, and she thought that she loved that kind of pleasure… She only turned over when the headmistress, taking a leather whip, slashed it across the sensitive bottom and hurt her flesh… But also, what a reward, that delightful sucking, and the curious finger trying to force its way in her asshole in a sweet and intense caress. The second time, the headmistress changed her method, and before any pleasure, Monique had to support the consequences of the mistress's passion for flagellation… It is only when her ass was nothing but a painful and reddened sphere that Monique could receive on her sex, in her sex, the sucking that quieted all sufferings and gave a sense to the pains that she just endured. The headmistress taught her the most provocating poses and taught her also to present her bottom in such a way that her intimacy was presented daringly from any side… What was her purpose? Monique only knew it later, but when the headmistress introduced in her ass various kind of nozzles, she revived the deep sensations of her rape, and of her sodomization by Max… Guessing in Monique exceptional qualities, the headmistress had her by her side more often than her turn, and one night she told her:
“Tonight, a certain number of friends of mine will come, you will join us, this is for you to be better dressed.
An the same night, Monique, dressed in a very short, like the pupils, her legs molded in flimsy black silk stockings, her torso revealed by an outrageously clinging bodice of the same black silk, with a little black mask on her face, just underlining the slanted almonds of her eyes, walked in a lounge with the headmistress… She stopped, taken aback, in the room were a middle aged man, and a rather plump woman, all dress in black, the man also wore a mask.
Monique, with an uncertain trouble growing in her, had to serve the coffee on a low table that obliged her to offer her rotundities under the high-lifted dress.
The room was silent, and a touch of luxury was everywhere in the air. A few liquors were enough to break Monique's resistance, and when the headmistress took her in her arms lifting her dress and caressing and fondling her in front of the guests, she did not resist, she loved the cold breeze on her naked buttocks and the silent caress of the eyes on her offered flesh.
She was turned over and her flat stomach, her velvety pubis appeared in front of the greedy eyes of the couple… The skirt fell back, but from the unbuttoned bodice the two breasts surged, erected and hard… shivering under the headmistress's fingers. The skirt, unhooked too, fell on the ground… Monique, naked, was offered to the lubric contemplation of the guests, pushed against them, thrown over the couch where two greedy mouths sucked immediately at her breasts. Voluptuousness was coming violent, brutal, in Monique's body, while she felt her legs being separated, opened and the headmistress's mouth sucking at her cunt. She did not see that the man, and his partner were undressing, emerging from her drowsiness she felt their naked bodies against hers. But already the headmistress was reassuring her, and leaving her in the man's arms, took the woman to a narrow couch where she strapped her on her back with leathers straps. Riding on the woman's belly she started a slow, and strong malaxation cruel and painful, so strong was the grip of her fingers on the soft flesh… The breasts were enormous, a little to soft perhaps, with long and thick nipples… The headmistress was felling her hands with them, pinching the nipples with all her force pulling, distorting, flapping the heavy teats one against the other, with a soft flap sound the globes were thrusted against each other… And in the room came the hoarse and continuous song of love.
With a good part of anxiety, Monique whose nipples were delicately titillated by the man's agile tongue, wondered how the woman could endure such a torture, and resist the terrible embrace, the torso was undulating in all directions as if trying to escape the pitiless hands of her sweet tormentor… and from the distorted mouth came an atrocious rattle that did not stop the fury of the headmistress…
Claudie Nerval, her eyes shining diabolically was passionately torturing the offered breasts, and lubric and meaningless words escaped from her mouth. At last she stopped, leaving the woman motionless, she took two whips, gave the man the longest and bending over Monique told her in a whisper:
“Darling, give your buttocks to his caresses so that I can whip her in exchange.”
She passionately kissed Monique's lips, and affectionately spanked her. Her hand was soon replaced by the man's hand, Monique shivered from her hair to her toes under the voluptuous blows, the hands were harder, drier, and hurt more… Her flesh was irradiated by the soft fever that came under the skin, by the obscene posture, by the complete submission in which she felt herself falling and abandoning all restraint. Suddenly terrible cries came in the room where the lashes of Claudie's whip were torturing in a dreadful embrace the breasts of the woman.
In a strange trouble, Monique more and more excited, could see the lashes crashing on the delicate flesh of the breasts… Those were rolling from one side to another the tips were stretched under the lashes that pulled the nipples, uplifting the whole huge mass of the globes… Monique could hardly feel the more and more ardent flogging of the man who was cleverly handling his whip… She was opening her thighs according to his desire, unconscious of the lubricity of her pose, and of the show that she was to him, she was just listening to the moans of the tortured woman that raised, parallel to hers, in the room. A savage beat was hammering her temples, her ears were full of sounds that she had never heard before… She could hardly feel the man's finger insinuating between her buttocks, forcing the little opening of her anus, while the mouth was giving the bottom little bites… She found herself kneeling by the side of the sofa, under the lash again, her bottom jutting, offered to the cool contact of a vaselined nozzle too soon withdrawn… She felt another flesh against her most secret parts… By an instinctive movement of protection she put her hand to her sex, but already the hardened head of the man's prick was forcing the pucked little mouth, thrusting itself deep in it, and the flesh was sliding in her own flesh. Palpitating flesh shivering and trembling in her desire contracted belly… The sound of the man's belly on her buttocks while hand were caressing her flanks…
And the woman's voice, once again tortured on her breasts… Hollering:
“Fuck her, Jacques… Impale her… Be my vengeance my love… Aaah… Ooooh…”
And the whizzz of the whip that caresses, embraces the burning breasts, covered with dark blue streaks…
The man rattles his pleasure by Monique's ear… She gives herself with rage to the lubric sodomization… Enjoying the pleasure, moaning with luxury, contracting herself on the pole, as if she wanted to withhold it in her, squeezing it in her muscled and slimy sheath up to the hilt, till the spasm finally comes and frees her from her pleasure… The man splurts in her his burning sap and falls upon her, while, in a last blow Claudie brings a few drops of blood on the nipples of the tortured bosom of the woman… Naked, Monique ran to her room, where she remained prostrated with shame but the cool caress of a childish mouth soon erased all remorse and slowly put her to sleep…
As day went by, Monique watched the punishments of certain pupils in front of the headmistress. Erotic spankings in fact that always let the child in a greater excitation than the pain resented from the biting of the lightly handled whip…
Then one night, with her colleagues she was ordered to Claudie, she then witnessed the punishment of Maria, teacher in latin… Strong creature, without great beauty, whose heavy breasts ware slightly hanging down on her torso, plump bottom with its deep slit she was naked except for her stockings and high heel shoes. The room discreetly lit boy one lamp, was perfectly silent, from the ceiling hanged two ropes with leather bracelets, against the wall at the opposite side of the room; Maria's hands were tightened into the contraption and the suddenly pulled up ropes lifted her arms up. She was like a flesh Y hanging from the ceiling. Her legs were also separated, and widely opened with two other leather bracelets that were fixed to the ground, she then looked more like an X. Maria was offered to the looks of her colleagues, standing up, her belly slightly protruding, with its deep and long navel in the center, and the nearly hairless pubis, but with a round aspect and thick lips…
In front of her, Claudie sat on a chair, and, at a signal, three young girls placed themselves by Maria's side. Two of them were sucking at her breasts, the other one was slowly caressing her flanks, her thighs, her buttocks, slowly provoking a terrible excitation in the girl's body.
“Then, whispered Claudie, little Maria, you refuse to let your colleagues caress you?”
Maria, softly moaning with voluptuousness, was bending in her ties, at a signal the girls stopped their caresses, and Claudie, taking a whip with thin lashes placed herself by Maria's side and started flogging the young girl's heavy teats.
Like a puppet, Maria, held by the ropes, unable to escape the whips cruel biting was trembling and undulating under the blows that were falling on her skin, harder and harder at each time… Soft hissing of the whip against the painful skin… The three girls, hugged into each other's arms, were caressing their buttocks softly.
Louder and louder cries came in the room, the bosom were red, and one could guess the pain of the convulsed girl. The erected nipples were sucked, licked, stretched by the lash, and became bigger and bigger… After two particularly hard blows, Claudie stopped but it was only to take another stick and start hitting the bouncy buttocks. The leather seemed to disappear in the soft flesh, and the hissing of the whip ended in a mushy noise that was very exciting… Immediately after the shock the girl uttered a louder cry and distorted her body in the ropes of the contraption. The pain became unbearable and the moaning hoarser…
“Enough… Oooh… Enough… Not There-Enough, enough…”
But Claudie did not seem to get tired. Finally she let the girl rest and caressed her softly. Then she took another whip that was made of a multitude of thin, round hard leather lashes. Behind the girl, stretched on her opened legs, she threw the whip from the ground to the ceiling, and the lashes went crashing on the half opened cunt, their ends hurting the velvety pubis… A shout, a desperate try to go away and the anguished woman held the hard biting of the lashes insinuating between the curled lips of her sex…
Pitiless, Claudie kept flogging with hard strokes the fragile and sweet flesh of those insides which only received soft caresses before… At each blow, the girl repulsed in the ropes, and undulated in the most lubric way in front of her colleagues… Each time the lashes were landing on the pubis that began to become of a dark pink color, and the erected clitoris, burning with pain, was emerging from the hot yawning lips of her cunt.
At last Claudie stopped the abominable flogging, and sitting down contemplated the heavily breathing annihilated girl.
At a signal she was released from the ropes that held her legs, and she could stand on her feet, already more at ease now that her thighs were closed again… But already Claudie was asking for the Piano stool. At the mere sight of the instrument, Maria's eyes filled with fear.
It was a wooden stool with a long screw could regulate its height… The saddle was very narrow, merely a circle of wood of about 8 inches of diameter, in its middle a huge screw was protruding… Margaret brought Claudie a case in which were a certain number of hardened rubber nozzles, with various shapes… She took one, about ten inches long, and 2 1/2 inches large, the extremity of which, olive shaped, was bigger. She gave it to Margaret who fixed it to the screw on the stool. She put Vaseline on the pal that was standing hard and erected, in the middle of the seat, shiny with grease. She put the stool behind the girl whose arms were still tied. The ropes that held Maria's wrists were unknotted, and immediately she put her hands at her breasts and caressed their red and painful extremities.
Claudie raised up, took a whip, and coming by Maria told her:
“Now darling, are you going to be good and play us a little tune on that piano?”
The girl stared at Claudie who was menacingly holding the whip over her head:
“Sit down… Immediately, on that pretty stool!”
A crack of the whip landed on the girl's belly, she bent down and hollered:
“Yes… Yes, I sit down… Enough, enough…”
Silence fell on the room, the girl opened her knees, bent her legs, held the sides of the stool with both hands…
“Hands off!.. And another blow fell on the reddened buttocks. Maria took her hands away and placed them on her trembling knees. She squatted slowly, while all the girls came behind her, closer, looking avidly at the keel pointed toward the ass. Already the anus was touching the immense looking pal… Sobbing, Maria leaned against that pole that slowly slid in her, distending the contracted ass-hole, the faked phallus was touching the pucked hole… “No… No… NOT THAT… Oooh… I… OOOH!” The lashes cracked again on the naked shoulders and the body slid, little by little… One, could hear the soft hissing of the flesh sliding swiftly on the greased pole… The dildo was absorbed slowly as by a greedy ghoul… The girls were gasping as if rutting, they were caressing their own buttocks and their fingers were insinuating in their ass-holes… They remembered sitting on that same stool…
And the pole slid, absorbed, disappeared, and in an admirative whisper, in a sigh of shame but also of relief from Maria, the buttocks came glued to the wooden basis of the stool… The girls were imagining monstrous possessions…
Then after a little while, Claudie obliged her to move on the stool, to have the pole sliding in her guts… She desimpaled her with one hard move and Maria had to, in a defeated cry, sit down again on the prick… But as the anus was used to the size of the tool, it accepted with more facility that new intromission.
Then they freed the girl, and throwing her on the couch Claudie abandoned her to the caresses of the young girls… Orgy of the pleasure under expert tongues, her head tightly held between one the her colleague's legs… Monique, naked, offered herself to the Saphic caresses of Claudie, while she was pressing her opulent buttocks.
Little by little all the girls went away, leaving Monique alone with Claudie. She lifted up Monique, and bringing her to the stool, told her, without stopping her caresses on her:
“Try it you too… For my pleasure… For me…”
And Monique, though she was oversatisfied with caresses opened her legs widely, bent over the slimy pole, put her anus, dampened by the many caresses that had taken place before, on the stake, and pushed with all her desire. She felt the velvety flesh of her insides distend softly, separate till it became painful, and with a last hoarse moan, she sat, her buttocks crashing against the wood, of the seat, completely penetrated by the hardened stem.
She had to bear Claudie's caress while impaled on the dildo against which she was voluptuously rubbing herself… Her wonderful breast sucked by the ardent mouth, were shivering smoothly, and finally, she came, with all her being, in a terrible spasm that left her panting, breathless, and still impaled…
And the days went by, each one bringing its share of caresses, either by the lips of the pupils, or by the lips of Claudie, under her supple embrace, but also under the more and more habit forming domination of the lash… She now offered herself to Claudie who got her used to harder contacts with the leather or the stick. But Monique, however, lacked something, she remembered the soft and yet painful contact of the male's flesh in the deepest of her body, and once again she wanted the Male. Claudie felt that she was at the adequate point of desire, and promised herself to enjoy that body as much as she loved to enjoy the bodies of those that she held under her lubric domination.