Authors: Lindsay Ross
It sounded a bit like hysteria to Susannah but she was intrigued by all the talk about this one mistress.
Everyone described her as beautiful, tall and imperious with a figure to die for but a real sadist with a talent for dreaming up bizarre punishments.
Susannah had to wait for a swimming lesson before she clapped eyes on Miss Holman. If you wanted to escape her wrath you had to be undressed and in the line before she entered. The girls didn’t wear costumes and they were all standing there turning blue when Miss Holman marched in, cane in hand.
It was the teacher who’d caned her the day she’d been found in bed with Angus Dworkin! That was the strict teacher the girls had talked about. Susannah remembered how her bottom had felt after being flogged by the bitch.
To Susannah’s great surprise, Miss Holman was followed into the changing rooms by the male teacher who’d been with her that day and not one of the girls tried to cover herself; here it seemed to be accepted that a man should be there with a dozen naked girls. He too was carrying a cane and cracked it across one girl’s bottom simply because she was a little out of line. The stroke of the cane was severe enough to bring up a vivid welt across the girl’s flesh.
At Miss Holman’s command, the girls entered the pool and lined up along one side. Susannah couldn’t see a single pupil who didn’t have a good figure and pretty face and it struck her that the girls who came to Septimus Grey Academy must be selected partly on their looks whatever other criteria were applied. The male teacher, who she later found out was called Mr. Scates, stood on the other side of the baths appraising the row of naked girls.
Emma Holman (the girls liked to find out the first names of their teachers) made them practise strokes on the bath side before allowing them to get into the water. Next they were divided into two groups; beginners and strong swimmers and Susannah felt she was good enough to join the latter group.
When the formal teaching part of the lesson ended, Miss Holman informed the class they could have five minutes’ free time to swim about as they pleased.
Susannah was swimming breast stroke when she felt someone touch her between her legs and homed in on the girl she thought was the culprit. The accused girl vehemently denied any involvement and suddenly Susannah saw another girl lurking with a grin from ear to ear and knew she was a much more likely candidate.
Susannah grabbed the girl and they began to fight, splashing water everywhere, until Miss Holman shouted to them to get out and stand on the side.
Mr. Scates took them into the P. E. teachers’ office and, without letting them dry themselves, made both girls bend over and touch their toes so he could administer a thorough caning on each pair of round cheeks. After their punishment they were made to stand in opposite corners of the baths facing the wall with their well caned bottoms on view for everyone.
At the end of the lesson, Miss Holman ordered Susannah and the other girl, Belinda, to report to the punishment block. They weren’t allowed to towel themselves down or collect their clothes from the changing rooms and since Susannah hadn’t been to the punishment block before, Belinda had the task of leading her there. Susannah remembered the things she’d heard about the block from gossip in the dormitory and shivered as they walked along, partly from being naked in the open air and partly from fear.
‘What’s it like?’ she asked Belinda.
‘It doesn’t scare me,’ said Belinda but Susannah suspected this was bravado from a girl who wanted to appear tough.
As the girls made their way across part of the playground, a couple of boys in uniform passing in the opposite direction made unflattering remarks about their figures. Belinda returned fire with a stream of obscenities
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The punishment block turned out to be a converted gymnasium. There were still bars on one wall and blackout curtains at every window but instead of the traditional gym equipment, the room was fitted with a range of devices for restraint and punishment which was enough to bring a feeling of stark terror to the bravest heart.
The girls had been locked in while Miss Holman went to get changed, leaving them to look at the equipment and try to figure out how each device worked: clearly designed to undermine their morale before the punishment started.
Susannah gulped when Emma Holman re-appeared.
The mistress was wearing a shiny black PVC catsuit and headpiece with circles cut out to let her breasts show. She stood on high black platform shoes and was carrying a long cane. Tall already, the boots made her look frighteningly dominant. Mr. Scates followed close behind, like an acolyte, carrying other whips, canes and items of clothing across his arms as if ceremonially.
It appeared to be a ritual they had devised and Susannah knew she and Belinda were to be cast as sacrificial victims.
First, Susannah had to watch Scates prepare Belinda for her ordeal:
A blindfold (black)
A ball gag with black Velcro straps.
Arms behind her back with thick black cuffs round her wrists.
Black ropes tied round her torso, isolating and pushing forward each white breast.
Ankle restraints to match the cuffs round her wrists.
And all the time Emma Holman watched and waited, flicking the whip with tiny movements so that it snaked along the floor as though with a life of its own, as though it was impatient to begin.
Mr Scates carried Belinda to the pillory, opened the hinged wooden boards, shoved her head and arms into the half moons, brought down the upper section to complete the circles and then walked round to view her face from the front, a face from which her character had been wiped clean. He returned to his position behind her and Susannah fancied he looked at her naked white back with almost drooling anticipation for he rubbed his hands together.
Susannah had the impression they were playacting for each other, perhaps as a prelude to sex. There was certainly a bond between them.
Miss Holman stepped up to the pillory and struck Belinda fiercely across her bottom. Susannah heard a grunt muffled by the gag.
Belinda had a full figure, verging on chubby and her cheeks were fleshy and round. Susannah saw them literally quiver with the force of the first stroke, and then the vivid purplish ridge appear.
It was the first of many strokes.
Miss Holman covered her back and bottom with stripes and then moved lower to decorate the backs of her thighs and her legs in the same way. Susannah was horrified by the unrelenting brutality of the beating; it was no wonder the girls were in awe of the woman.
Then it was her turn.
As Mr. Scates came for her she disgraced herself.
She was so terrified and it was so long since she’d been that suddenly she felt her warm pee run down her legs and splash on the wooden floor.
Susannah, with drops of urine still dribbling down her legs, took her position as the master pulled her arms behind her back to cuff them and prepared her in the same way Belinda had been prepared… blindfold, gag, ropes, leg restraints…
Susannah could have been Belinda because she was anonymous by the time she was trussed up and clamped in the pillory but her body was slimmer and her bottom less voluptuous.
Emma Holman thrashed her cane across her new victim’s cheeks with at least as much force as she’d used on Belinda and there was a loud thwack as wood kissed flesh.
After a few more strokes, there were hands feeling her bottom, tracing the weals across her cheeks and she guessed it was Scates. His fingers strayed to her pussy and he fingered her briefly before Miss Holman resumed the flogging with renewed vigour. Susannah wondered if she was venting her anger at seeing her boyfriend touching another woman in such an intimate place.
She braced herself to deal with the searing pain of another stroke.
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When her punishment was over, Susannah was taken to Miss Holman’s office where there was an adjoining shower, Mr. Scates having taken Belinda back to the main school complex.
As the mistress locked them in, Susannah wondered why Miss Holman had brought her to her own changing room. Each time a person had locked doors in this place it had been a prelude to an assault, physical or sexual or both.
She watched Emma peel off her catsuit and stand naked before her.
The mistress had a stunningly beautiful body and seemed keen to flaunt it, perfect full breasts with wide aureoles and erect nipples, slender waist, great legs and a very dark bush.
She made Susannah feel she was a young girl looking at a woman in her prime, in full bloom, mature, curvaceous and utterly confident about her looks.
When she stepped into the shower, Miss Holman didn’t pull the curtain across and Susannah continued to stare. It was difficult not to look at her. It took her mind away from the pain that pulsed through her own body.
She watched the water trickle through Emma’s pubic hair so the pouting pink lips were visible and then it ran over her soft white thighs.
Susannah felt stirrings in her own pussy. She had always considered herself bi-sexual. Her physical contact with the Principal had not been unpleasant but the thought of having sex with Emma Holman made her heart flutter and her vagina tingle.
Emma would probably come closer to being like Malcolm than most men. She seemed to have the natural instincts of a dominatrix, as though it was her vocation and not simply role-play, though it was clear there was something going on between her and Mr. Scates. But they seemed more like brother and sister, partners in sadism, rather than complementary in a sexual sense. Susannah doubted they were lovers, more likely fellow aficionados of flagellation.
There was no doubting the look on his face when Emma was flogging Belinda; it was an expression of blatant lust and vicarious joy.
Emma stepped out of the shower and threw a towel to Susannah, came close to her, presenting her back to her first and Susannah dabbed her shoulders and shoulder blades, her lovely tapering back and the rounded cheeks of her bottom. What struck Susannah as well as the perfect hour-glass lines of Emma’s figure was her flawless skin; it was universally white and unblemished except for a few tiny moles round her neck and was downy soft at the base of her spine. She dried the woman gently in the cleft between her smooth cheeks and patted the backs of her thighs with the thick white towel.
Then Emma turned. Her breasts were up-lifted and firm with her nipples so erect Susannah wondered if she’d moved the dial on the shower to cold before getting out. There were little goose-bumps round the nipples, too, and drops of water stood proud on the downward slope of her breasts. Susannah’s hands trembled a little as she reached out with the towel.
She felt her own nipples harden and her pussy moisten as she gently dried Emma’s beautiful breasts and hoped her body pleased the mistress a little at least. Muriel had said she was nothing special and couldn’t understand why boys liked her but then she’d said her tits were pleasant enough or some such words.
When Emma raised her arms, Susannah dried her smoothly shaved armpits. Then, her heart beating more quickly, she took the towel lower and dabbed it against Emma’s Venus mound, drying her bush of black hairs, then lower still to part the outer lips of her vagina just a little as she dried there.
Emma took the towel away from Susannah and, by pressing the top of her head, made her kneel so her face was level with the teacher’s pussy.
It was a clear indication that she should use her tongue in the same way that Muriel Janus had demanded. Did all the women at the Septimus Grey Academy like sex with other women? Suddenly the image of Belinda’s naked body came into Susannah’s head, the sight of her dark brown pussy lips exposed below the overhang of her cheeks as she received her caning and Susannah felt more aroused.
She had to admit to herself that the way Belinda was presented, helpless and powerless and unable to resist, made her want to push her own fingers into her sex and she would have done so but for the presence of the two teachers.
Emma lowered both hands and held back her outer lips with her fingers to make it easier for Susannah’s tongue to find her clitoris and, when she did, Susannah sucked on it voraciously.
The pain in Susannah’s body receded as she concentrated on giving Emma what she wanted, glad that she had been chosen over Belinda. She licked and sucked and added her saliva to Emma’s flowing juices until the mistress grabbed her hair and began to shudder and thrust her pelvis forward as her orgasm approached.
Then there were cries and groans of ecstasy, so long and loud that Susannah thought anyone within earshot was bound to hear. They were sounds of a woman’s total abandonment, involuntary and uncontrolled, uninhibited and without shame.
But the punishment block was isolated and Susannah knew no-one would know what was happening.
Chapter Nine
Susannah went to find Belinda and discovered her in her dormitory, lying naked on her front while another girl called Tina was pressing a bag containing ice cubes against the livid stripes across her back and bottom.
There was something about Belinda’s body that Susannah liked the more she looked at it. She was not fat but her ample curves and rounded fleshiness was in contrast to Susannah’s slimmer body.
‘Lie on the next bed,’ said Belinda. ‘Tina’ll see to you in a minute.’
Susannah noticed Belinda had dropped her hard-girl tone of voice and seemed friendly. It was probably unity in the face of adversity.
Tina had set the ice to one side and was now rubbing a cream all over Belinda’s back.
‘You’ll find this soothing,’ Belinda told Susannah, ‘and it deadens the pain. I’ll swing for that bitch Holman one of these days. What happened with you? Did Holman have you?’
‘Is that what she does?’
‘You don’t need to pretend with me, Susie. She’s known for it.’
‘Has she done it with you?’
‘She’s touched me up before now. It’s no use complaining because Janus is just as bad and they cover for each other. They’re all it in here, the blokes as well.’
‘Like Mr. Scates?’