Monique arrived at the boarding school one sad evening. It was an ancient abbey, rebuilt by some gentleman and given to Mrs. Merval, who had installed in it 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 for examinations. The boarding school was located in a deserted area in the moors of Bretagne, and was surrounded by a huge park. The center of the building was essentially for the school; one of the wings was for the headmistress' apartments, and the other for the commons. The whole building had been equipped with all of the latest comforts.
The car, sent specially for her at the station, brought Monique to the front porch of the school, where a young 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 held the dress closed at 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 stern looking and serious. A little white lace collar encircled the delicate neck, and she wore a little black velvet cap slightly inclined on one side of the face, its edges concealed by the fair curls of her hair.
Monique admired the costume.
“It will be the same for you tomorrow, if the seamstress has enough time to finish it,” replied the supervisor.
Then she left Monique, after giving her a last, greedy look, contemplating with astonishment and wonder 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 feeling self-conscious. The sun was shining and gave the whole house a charming aspect. She washed herself and made up cautiously, and soon somebody came to take 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 done in a chignon on the nape of her neck, with a fringe to soften the contour of her forehead. She had delicate and handsome features. Her slightly gray eyes had a cruel look that did not go with the shapely mouth, or its sensuous lips. The slim yet muscled body, was dressed in a kind of long-sleeved bodice, made of black silk, that molded in a provocative way the shape of the torso clinging to each curve, and Monique had to admit that the breasts were exceptionally firm and high. The V decollete went curiously down to the belt, passing between the two round breasts. 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.
Sylvie Merval welcomed Monique very kindly, asked her about her first night in the house, and her trip. While speaking to Monique, the headmistress let her eyes wander over the young girl's charms. She noted appreciatively 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. Since Sylvie had just received a letter from her friend, Max, regarding Monique, she knew what a hot voluptuous temper the girl had.
She told Monique about the schedules and the kind of studies that the institution offered the pupils. She also talked about the discipline that she expected from everyone-the children as well as the masters. Monique, in the beginning, would have to be in 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 of this or that. Nature gave those children certain advantages and it is your duty to use and abuse those charms to inflict the chastisement that you will judge adequate. As far as you are concerned, the same treatment will be applied to you every time that I judge it necessary to help you to become the exceptional being that you must become. You all have equal status between teachers, supervisors, and all the members of my staff.”
Then she took Monique into a narrow corridor and up to a room where a pleasant young woman was expecting them.
“Nine, you will give Miss Monique a uniform for the first visit 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 of her desire as clearly as words. Half caressing her, she put on 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, enjoying 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 1? It is a tradition here…” and between her lips she caught one of the erected nipples.
She stopped when she heard Monique's excited moans. She took the young girl in her arms and gave her a long kiss on the mouth while her fingers tested 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 moved away, and that movement surprised the girl, who 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 back, but was very deeply opened in front, and the round contour of the breasts were visible. Then the seamstress rang 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. The pupils were not too many. The “Juniors” were wearing black shorts and a white shirt with short sleeves. The “Seniors,” aged between 15 and 16, wore a flared and very short skirt that stopped at the middle of their thighs, black silk stockings, varnished shoes, and a little black cardigan. The cardigan was made of a very thin material-some kind of jersey-that let you see, and even emphasized the already round curves of the young girls. A little white leather belt accentuated the slimness of the waist and a little white collar accented the young faces. On their heads 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 their 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. During the lectures the children could admire the underclothes of their teachers. Any 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 moved about in little groups, or two by two, and it was easy to see the lesbian affinities existing between them. 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 supplement teacher. She could see the excitement grow in the eyes of her pupils while the children were watching her legs and her intimate parts, and getting more excited each time she opened her legs a little bit wider. After their evening meal, the children were left under the control of the supervisors and the teachers gathered in a separate lounge. Monique then got more acquainted with her colleagues — all pleasant looking. The dresses were covering or unveiling the most exquisite treasures, the biggest variety of types and shapes. Among these with 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 a girl named Gisele in her bed. According to the tradition, the young supple body was to be her bed partner for the night. Each night a different pupil was at the disposal of the mistress, and soon between the white, linen covered walls of the little room came the voluptuous sighs of Monique being sucked with a rare mastery by the young and expert mouth.
As days passed by, Monique found herself one night the “guest” of the headmistress. That happened to all the teachers. A little dinner, just the two of them. Alone with that delightfully undressed woman, then together on the vast couch, where both bodies, completely naked, soon indulged in the most fascinating caresses. In those moments there was no superior or employee, the headmistress was equal in vice to her inferior as she tried to test the physical capabilities of her partner. In her voluptuous ecstasy, Monique felt the bite of the lash of a little whip, and her buttocks shivered under the slapping, spanking, and pinching of an alert and expert hand. A sweet drowsiness came over 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 was 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 meaning to the pains that she just endured. The headmistress taught her the most provocative poses and taught her also to present her bottom in such a way that her intimacy was visible 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. Perceiving in Monique exceptional qualities, the headmistress had her by her side more often than was her turn, and one night she told her:
“Tonight, a certain number of friends of mine will come. You will join us.”
On the same night, Monique, dressed 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 dressed in black. The man also wore a mask.
Monique, with an uncertain discomfort growing in her, had to serve the coffee on a low table that obliged her to show her rotundities under the high-lifted dress.
The room was silent, and a touch of luxury was everywhere in the air. A few drinks 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 flesh.
She was turned over and her flat stomach and velvety pubis appeared in front of the greedy eyes of the couple. The skirt fell back, and from the unbuttoned bodice the two breasts surged, erect and hard, shivering under the headmistress' fingers. The skirt, also unhooked, fell to the ground. Monique, naked, was offered to the contemplation of the guests, pushed against them, thrown over the couch, where two greedy mouths sucked immediately at her breasts. Passion arose violently in Monique's body, as she felt her legs being separated, opened, and the headmistress' mouth sucking at her cunt. She did not see that the man and his partner were undressing, but 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 beat on her back with leather straps. Riding on the woman's belly she started a slow and strong caress, cruel and painful, so strong was the grip of her fingers on the soft flesh. The breasts were enormous, a little too soft perhaps, with long, thick nipples. The headmistress was feeling them with her hands, pinching the nipples with all her force, pulling, distorting, flapping the heavy teats one against the other. With a soft flapping sound the globes were thrust against each other. And in the room came the hoarse and continuous song of love.
Monique, whose nipples were being delicately titillated by the man's agile tongue, wondered how the woman could endure such a torture. Her torso was undulating in all directions as if trying to escape the pitiless hands of her sweet tormentor, and from her distorted mouth came an atrocious rattle that did not stop the fury of the headmistress.
Sylvie Merval, her eyes shining diabolically, was passionately torturing the offered breasts, strange and meaningless words escaping 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. His hands were harder, drier, and hurt more. Her flesh was awakened by the soft fever that came under the skin, by the obscene posture, by the complete submission into which she felt herself failing, abandoning all restraint. Suddenly terrible cries came in the room where the lashes of Sylvie's whip were torturing the breasts of the woman.
Monique, more and more excited, could see the lashes falling on the delicate flesh of the breasts. They were rolling from one side to another, the tips stretched under the lashes that pulled the nipples, uplifting the whole huge mass of the globes. Monique could hardly feel the ardent flogging of the man who was cleverly handling his whip. She was opening her thighs according to his desire, unconscious of how lasciviously she was offering herself to him. She was just listening to the moans of the tortured woman. A savage beat was hammering at 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 his mouth gave her 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 vase-lined nozzle too soon withdrawn. Then she felt other 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 itself into the puckered little mouth, thrusting itself deep in it, and the flesh was sliding into her own flesh, palpitating flesh shivering and trembling in her desire-contracted belly. The sound of the man's belly slapping against her buttocks resounded, while his hands caressed her flanks.
And the woman's voice, hollering: “Fuck her, Jacques! Impale her! Be my vengeance, my love! Aah! Ooooh…”
And the whiz of the whip that caresses, embraces the burning breasts, covering them with dark blue streaks.
The man rattled his pleasure into Monique's ear. She gave herself up to his savage sodomization. Enjoying the pleasure, moaning with luxury, contracting herself on the pole, as if she wanted to hold it in her, she squeezed it in her muscled and slimy sheath up to the hilt until the spasm finally came. The man spurted his burning sap in her and fell upon her, while, with a last blow, Sylvie brought a few drops of blood to the nipples of the tortured woman.
Naked, Monique ran to her room where she fell prostrate with shame, but the cool caress of a childish mouth soon erased all remorse and slowly put her to sleep.
As days went by, Monique watched the punishments of certain pupils in front of the headmistress. The erotic spankings always brought a child more excitement than pain, and they seldom feared the lightly handled whip.
Then one night, with her colleagues, she was ordered to Sylvie, and witnessed the punishment of Maria, the Latin teacher. A strong creature, without great beauty, she had heavy breasts that hung slightly low on her torso, and a plump bottom with a deep slit. She was naked except for her stockings and high heel shoes. The room, discreetly lit by one lamp, was perfectly silent; from the ceiling hung two ropes with leather bracelets near the wall at the opposite side of the room. Maria's hands were tightened into the contraption and then suddenly pulled up as the ropes lifted her arms. She was like a flesh Y hanging from the ceiling. Then her legs were also separated and widely opened with two other leather bracelets that were fixed to the ground, so that her body looked more like an X. Maria was thus offered to the scrutiny of her colleagues, standing up, her belly slightly protruding with its deep and long navel in the center, and the nearly hairless pubis.
In front of her, Sylvie sat on a chair, and at a signal, three young girls placed themselves by Maria's side. Two of them began sucking at her breasts while the other one slowly caressed her flanks, her thighs, her buttocks, slowly provoking a terrible excitation in the girl's body.
“Then,” whispered Sylvie, “little Maria, you refuse to let your colleagues caress you?”
Maria, softly moaning with the voluptuousness of the moment, was bending in her ties, and at a signal the girls stopped their caresses and Sylvie, 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, was unable to escape the whip's cruel biting. She trembled and quivered under the blows that were falling on her skin, harder and harder 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, and one could guess the pain of the convulsed girl. The erect nipples were sucked, licked, stretched by the lash, and became bigger and bigger. After two particularly hard blows Sylvie 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 her moaning grew hoarser.
“Enough! Oooh! Enough! Not there… enough… enough!”
But Sylvie 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 draw back and the anguished woman felt the hard biting of the lashes insinuating between the curled lips of her sex.
Pitiless, Sylvie kept flogging with hard strokes the fragile and sweet flesh of those in-sides which only received soft caresses before. At each blow, the girl recoiled into the ropes, and undulated in the most voluptuous way in front of her colleagues. Each time the lashes fell on her pubis and it became a dark pink color; the erected clitoris, burning with pain, was emerging from the hot, yawning lips of her cunt.
At last Sylvie stopped the abominable flogging, sat down to contemplate the heavy breathing, nearly unconscious girl.
At a signal she was released from the ropes that held her legs, so she could stand on her feet; she was already more at ease now that her thighs were closed again. But already Sylvie 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 that could regulate its height. The saddle was very narrow, merely a circle of wood of about eight inches in diameter, and from its middle a huge screw protruded. Margaret brought Sylvie a case in which were a certain number of hardened rubber nozzles of various shapes. She took one, about ten inches long and 2 1/2 inches wide, the extremity of which was large and olive shaped. She gave it to Margaret who fixed it to the screw on the stool, and put vaseline on the erect shaft. 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 to her breasts and caressed their red, painful extremities.
Sylvie raised up, took a whip, and coming to Maria, told her:
“Now darling, are you going to be good and play us a little tune on that piano?”
The girl stared at Sylvie who menacingly held 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'll 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 shaft pointed toward the ass. Already the anus was touching the immense looking pole. Sobbing, Maria leaned against that pole that slowly slid in her, distending the contracted asshole.
“No, no, not thaT! Oooh, I… OOOH!”
The lashes cracked again on the naked shoulders and the body slid down, little by little. One could hear the soft hissing of the flesh sliding swiftly on the greased pole as the dildo was absorbed slowly. The girls were gasping as if being fucked; they were caressing their own buttocks and their fingers were working into their assholes. They remembered sitting on that same stool.
And the pole slid, absorbed, disappeared; in a sigh of shame, but also of relief from Maria, the buttocks glued themselves to the wooden basis of the stool.
Then after a little while, Sylvie obliged her to move on the stool, to have the pole slide into her guts. She disimpaled her with one hard move and Maria had to 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 intrusion.
Then they freed the girl, and throwing her on the couch, Sylvie abandoned her to the caresses of the young girls. She was caught in an orgy of pleasure under expert tongues, her head tightly held between one of her colleague's legs. Monique, naked, offered herself to the sapphic caresses of Sylvie, while she was pressing her opulent buttocks.
Little by little all the girls went away, leaving Monique alone with Sylvie. She lifted Monique up, and bringing her to the stool, told her, without stopping her caresses on her:
“Try it 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 Sylvie's caress while impaled on the dildo, against which she was voluptuously rubbing herself. Her wonderful breasts, 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 brought its share of caresses, either from the lips of the pupils or the lips of Sylvie under her supple embrace, but also under the more and more habit forming domination of the lash. She now offered herself to Sylvie 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. Sylvie 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 present domination.