Chapter 2
Cleve's reprieve had come because Augusta had school business to attend to. Administration bored her, and so the only work she really reserved to her personal attention was discipline! Of course, there was hardly anything she liked better though funnily enough, the distinction that most people make between work and play was present here too, namely that play is what one doesn't have to do, while, work is what one does have to do, so she would have much preferred to be working on Cleve, particularly since it was clear that he had reached the so-called "Limit of endurance," that is, the point where every joint and muscle in the victim cries out that it can't take even another second of pain, but in fact it still has to take minutes, sometimes hours more, as much as the lovely tormentor's whims have decided on.
But duty is duty, and so she had to leave Cleve for a while and take up the matter at hand.
Normally, she would have changed bizarre costumes, but didn't really have time. Of course, as headmistress, she could if she chose decide to come and go as her whims pleased her, but she was very eager to instill punctuality into the atmosphere of the school. After all, punctuality is really severe discipline, since it means that a human being is turned into the slave of a mere mechanical clock.
Miss Kreel sat behind her desk and gave each of her nipples a nasty tweak through the holes in the leather bra. Augusta didn't mind in the least that her victim would be able to see that she was sexually excited, for that was what this school was all about: sapphic pleasures and the joys of merciless discipline!
There was a timid knock at the door.
"Come in," Augusta said, with that firm, even voice of hers. The door opened and in crept not a nervous little girl, but a nervous young woman of 27-a year older than
Augusta Kreel herself.
"Ah, Miss Jones, you have come for your discipline. Right on time and you're lucky you are!"
The attractive Miss Jones, a tall blonde with large globes, blushed. She hardly knew what to make of all this, for she was new to the school, and though at the time she had been hired she had had the institution's special character explained to her, she had hardly been willing to seriously believe that Miss Kreel, who was younger than she was, would seriously think of exacting discipline from her own teachers. Why there were some who, though they were as good-looking as all of Heatherrow's teachers, were in their forties.
But discipline knew no bounds at the Heatherrow Boarding School for Girls, and although it was true that the teachers were punished much less frequently than the pupils, for it would never do for their spirit to be broken, Miss Jones's bottom was about to pay the price of her disbelief.
"Dear Miss Jones, you look so lovely in that organdy blouse of yours, it's going to be a real treat to punish you."
Miss Jones could only stammer and gaze at the floor. She had taken the job at Heatherrow in order to save some money so she could marry her sweetheart, Bill. She had come to be aware that Augusta was a lesbian, and although she had not yet made any advances to her, she felt very nervous whenever those liquid brown eyes were turned upon her.
Augusta got up from behind her desk and surveyed the discipline instruments hanging on the wall: whips, paddles, birch rods, riding crops, quirts, everything was there that could possibly be desired by someone whose heart was set on obtaining pleasure in exchange for another person's pain, for a woman whose clit tightened every time the harsh wood or leather drew a shriek from a hapless victim's throat.
"Hmmm," Augusta said to herself, "this should be about right for the seriousness of the offense." And she took down from a hook a mean-looking strap about a "quarter of an inch thick, three inches wide, and a foot and a half long. Just long enough to properly cover both cheeks, but short enough to allow one to concentrate on just one of them if one so desired. As Augusta knew, there was sometimes nothing so cruel as to be beaten mercilessly on one buttock while the other goes scot-free. Indeed, even better was to concentrate not just on only one buttock, but on only one spot, so as to get a nice pattern of creamy white surrounding the fiery red, as blow rained down on blow on exactly the same excruciating place!
But that would be far too severe for today's lesson, and with the new teachers, it was necessary to start them slowly, for unlike the pupils they could always leave. No, the teachers had to learn gradually to love the pleasure of pain!
"All right, dear, take off all your clothes," Kiss Kreel said. Miss Jones blushed and was on the point of refusing, of quitting her job first, and she looked up to tell Augusta so. But her eyes fell on the luscious pink nipples peeking through the severe, constraining leather, saw the corset cruelly nipping in the waist, with a ring of flesh bulging out above and below it, even though Augusta had a very fine figure indeed. And most of all she saw the long boots ending in the skyscraper heels, and her resistance collapsed. All of a sudden, there was something by no means unappealing in the idea of stripping naked in front of this other magnificent female-and Miss Jones was a magnificent female too, though she hadn't yet learned that a woman's crowning virtue is severity.
No, even the idea of being spanked by a woman like Augusta Kreel was far from unattractive. With trembling fingers, Miss Jones began to unbutton her blouse.
Augusta smiled to herself. She was only 26, but she was the daughter of a dominant woman, and her father had literally had to ask permission whenever he had had to go to the toilet-permission sometimes held up for an hour or so, with the cruelest punishment if he pissed in his pants-and so Augusta was pretty experienced when it came to human beings and discipline. She could have almost perfectly predicted exactly what Miss Jones would do from the moment she opened the door. And, of course, if one's every action can be predicted by someone, with regard to that person one has no real independence at all!
Miss Jones' blouse was off, and she was now reaching behind her to get the bra unhooked. Augusta liked that. The fact that Miss Jones was eager to get her breasts on view before getting her skirt down showed that she properly appreciated what wonderful things breasts are, and that she was turned on by the idea of having this slightly younger woman gaze at them.
Unashamedly Augusta reached between her own crotch and started poking and squeezing at her clit, which was as hard as a button, while her nice cunt-juices were already moistening the inside of the leather. Her own nipples swelled out, and Miss Jones did so in direct response-which caused Miss Jones to avert her face in embarrassment.
This might be duty, but Augusta was sure she was going to enjoy this discipline session almost as much as she did kicking that imbecile Litchfield around. Punishing little girls was nice, but there was something even nicer about punishing another woman her own age. Unlike little girls and men, an older woman was submitting semi-voluntarily (though Augusta suspected there were many of her little pupils who disobeyed on purpose in order to end up in Miss Kreel's office) and in punishing another woman there can be real tenderness too-not that that mitigates the cruelty-unlike the harsh hostility which is the only appropriate response to a male writhing in agony.
Miss Jones' skirt was down now, and Augusta noticed with approval the dark triangle showing through the filmy panties, which were pulled up high enough to make Miss Jones's fun-cleft clearly visible. Miss Jones had a very nice body indeed.
"Now, take the panties down, but leave on the garter belt, hose and shoes."
Miss Jones was astonished at how closely this order corresponded to her own secret desire. As she wiggled out of her panties, a breath of air through the open window tickled her cunt. Miss Jones very much wanted to give her little clit a squeeze, so sexy did her twat feel for some reason.
"Go ahead," Augusta said, divining the woman's thoughts. Miss Jones blushed and reached her hand between her legs. Ohhh, it was wet down there! The tender flesh responded with electric thrills to the probing of her long fingernails, which to her own surprise she dug in viciously.
"Okay, Miss Jones, that's enough of that." Augusta forbad her victim to fully relieve herself, partly as a form of torture, but mostly because she wanted her to feel good and sexy for the thrashing "Now, bend over my knee!"
There was no disobeying that voice!
Augusta felt the heavy weight of the young woman across her own shapely legs. Miss
Jones' breasts hung ponderously toward the floor, while her creamy ass waited apprehensively but longingly for the blows to come.
The paddle had a wooden handle, and Augusta pressed this lightly against Miss Jones' clit and got a passionate shudder for a reply.
"As I told you earlier, when I set our little appointment, dear Miss Jones," Augusta said, "You are to be punished for being too lenient. Angela definitely deserved a whipping, and it was absolutely wrong of you not to give it and not to report the matter to me."
"But Angela is only nine, Miss Kreel-"
"Girls are nothing other than little women! How can you expect them to get a proper idea of how to handle their menfolk later on in life unless they learn the meaning of discipline now. I might be more lenient with members of my own sex-if it were not that I fear that your education in matters of discipline is sadly wanting. I hired you because I judged you to have potential in the things which matter-in the only thing which matters! So far, to judge from the moony attitude you have towards that worm of yours, Bill, this potential has not been properly developed!
And with this she brought the strap slashing down on Miss Jones' bottom with a resounding crack.
The pretty teacher's face twisted in agony as one blow rained down after another on the tender flesh. She could imagine how its creamy whiteness must be turning a bright red beneath the hail of discipline!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
For the first two or three blows, Miss Jones found herself wondering-insofar as it is possible to think in such a state-how she could have ever thought that receiving a spanking from Miss Kreel could be fun. But as the relentless discipline continued, and as she struggled not to scream, she realized that the fire that the leather had lit on her buttocks was matched by a different sort of fire between her legs and deep inside her.
There was something so reassuring about the feel of Miss Kreel's strong legs under her belly, something so reassuring, even, about the sharp stabs of pain from the vicious strap.
Shit it hurt though! Whack! Whack! Whack! Miss Jones bucked and heaved on the younger woman's lap as the strap danced to the tune of discipline on the palpitating flesh.
Augusta was hot too, and not just from the exertion of bringing her arm down with all the strength she had. The idea of having another woman, slightly older than she, helpless beneath the lash made her snatch seem to contract, and her leather panties to grow even wetter. As Miss Jones quivered her breasts brushed against Augusta's legs, sending delicious shivers of anticipation up Augusta's spine.
Miss Jones' proud resistance had broken down now, and at the seventeenth unbearable stroke she had let out a shriek. Then she had shrieked herself out of breath until all she could do was choke and sob as the punishment continued space.
An outside observer would have thought that the lovely teacher was being pushed beyond endurance by the big brunette, but for Augusta Kreel the phrase "beyond endurance" had no meaning. The whole point of discipline is that one has to take it whether one-likes it or not, or whether or not in one's own selfish opinion one thinks one can stand it.
In fact, this was a comparatively mild spanking, though Augusta had been known to give milder ones to the youngest pupils. It was more severe than she ha originally planned, however, because the memory of her earlier fun and games with the object Cleve had gotten her a bit carried away. But now for the grand finale: pulling Miss Jones's legs apart, she applied the strap four times in succession on the super-tender inside of her thighs, right next to her little fun hole. Breathless as she was, Miss Jones found breath to shriek like a banshee at that.
Then it was over, and the lovely blonde lay exhausted over the knees of the brunette. Woman spanking woman! Punisher and victim! Two cunts equally hot and excited and ready for some lesbo fun, for some kinky girl-stuff!
Augusta felt as exhausted as Miss Jones. Wearily she stuck her long fingers between the other girl's legs and began squeezing and moulding her girl-flesh. The response was a shudder of gratitude for the reassuring feel of another woman's soft fingers on her own soft woman-parts.
It was precisely this after-discipline tenderness that had to be lacking when one was humbling a male, Augusta thought, as she gently squeezed Miss Jones' labia. Though of course with a man one has the fun of really letting go with one's hate!
"You know, Miss Kreel," Miss Jones said.
"Yes, dear, dear Miss Jones?"
"When you were punishing me, although I ... I enjoyed it, I couldn't help feeling that I would love to punish someone else. For a moment, as the blows were raining down, I tried to imagine that it was-well, Bill whom I was beating into utter submission!"
"Of course, darling. That's the whole point of discipline as a harsh dominatrice. While the more a man is disciplined, the more his spirit is broken, the more he's turned into a whimpering jellyfish unfit for anything but pain! Take Cleve Litchfield, for example....."
Miss Jones giggled at the thought of the once-arrogant, now so totally object Cleve. Until this spanking session, she had never realized what fun it must be for mercilessly correct him. Augusta smiled.
"If I can judge from that giggle, our Cleve is going to be in for some petticoat rule from your direction too!"
"Oh, is he ever! I only wish you'd left more spirit for me to break! May I go and torture him now? I'm starting to get some fiendish ideas about his cock, for instance."
"Every woman and Heatherrow, and every little girl is perfectly free to discipline Cleve any time she wants to for any pretext she thinks fit, or for no pretext at all, for that matter. The only condition is that he not be permanently injured, as he's the only male we've got. But as for now, there's something else I want you to do. Get up, please, dear Miss Jones."
Miss Jones drooled at the thought that the "something" would be sapphic fun with the lovely young headmistress. And she wasn't wrong, but there was something to do first.
Augusta stood up and pulled her leather panties down, revealing a luscious crotch with a high slit. She took one leg out of them as they fell to the floor and kicked them free with the other. It was a high kick, and Miss Jones glimpsed pink flesh winking out between the dark curls. Then off came the bra, though the corset remained.
"Now, Miss Jones, I want you to spank me!"
Miss Jones was flabbergasted.
"Oh, don't be surprised. Pain and pleasure are simply two sides of the same coin, as far as women are concerned. Admit it, you loved that nasty little strapping I gave you, and it made you feel just great! You just loved every minute of it! It made you just think how nice it would be to administer one yourself. I'm sure you mostly thought of Bill, but admit that you thought of getting revenge on me!"
Miss Jones giggled again, and Augusta could see her nipples swell even more in anticipation of punishing her punisher.
"No," Augusta said, "nothing is more natural than for a woman to want to be punished by an other woman. Whereas nothing could possibly be more perverse than for a woman to want to be punished by a man, or for a man to want to punish a woman, though some do until the urge is lashed out of them."
Augusta looked wistfully at the collection of pain implements on the wall.
"I'm afraid you'll have to use your bare hand," she said, "for although most of the teachers and some of the little girls know I like a bit of pain now and then, one must keep up appearances, and it would never do for the girls to notice that I was having difficulty sitting down. So you see, being a headmistress isn't all roses."
Miss Jones was already sitting in the chair that Augusta had used, and the big brunette laid herself across her lap. The added weight made Miss Jones' tender buttocks sting, but she didn't mind that, seeing what she was about to do.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Miss Jones's palm beat a tattoo on Augusta's soft, fleshy ass, which soon started to turn red. As far as
Augusta was concerned, there was nothing strange about submitting to this treatment, for as she had said earlier, receiving discipline just makes a woman all the more eager to be a dominatrice, as was evident from the stinging slaps the formerly gentle Miss Jones was laying on. Augusta could guess that in Miss Jones' mind she was filling the role of the helpless Bill, doubtless happy somewhere and quite unaware that someday his happiness would end in the nightmare of completely unrestrained female rule!
Whack! Whack! Whack! The whole school was arranged on the principle of learning to command through learning to obey. Each girl had a girl in the class below her assigned as a servant, whom she could chastise pretty much at will, though always with a teacher present, for some of the parents didn't want their kids too knocked about.
The result was that the graduating class was composed of pretty thorough-going dominatrices. Needless to say, there was some difference in aptitude, and although one star pupil, for example, now had a stable of twelve male slaves, man at the peak of their professions who begged themselves to satisfy their dominatrice's slightest whims and who had to constantly submit to being physically abused by her, there was also the occasional relapse who fell in love and let a "normal" (real dull) life, even going so far as to allow a crude penis up her luscious little cunt. It was a rare enough occurrence, but none the less disappointing for Augusta whenever she heard about it.
The system, set up to provide proper training for the daughters of dominant women too busy with their slaves to provide proper supervision was an excellent one, but it had one drawback. As Augusta had pointed out to Miss Jones, there was something fundamentally different about the cruel-tender lesbo discipline inflicted by one girl upon another-and physical intimacy between the girls was strongly encouraged-and the unremitting harshness which should be meted out to any and every man in punishment for having an impertinent cock.
It was this lack of practical experience in humiliating men that was responsible, Augusta had thought, for the occasional relapses. Though now with that fool Cleve reduced to complete helplessness, that problem was taken care of, for all the little girls had been given permission to punish him all they wanted.
Whack! Whack! Miss Jones was really laying it on. Even though Augusta regarded him "point of endurance" as a fiction, she had some idea of what victims meant by it. The burning palm of Miss Jones slammed into first one cheek, then the other. Sometimes in a rapid beat, sometimes with agonizing seconds of waiting between each blow, while Augusta gritted her teeth and told herself she wasn't going to scream. She was the headmistress, after all.
Miss Jones was determined that she was, and as its a cardinal point of all discipline exerts that any will, however stubborn, can be broken down by properly applied pain, she probably would have succeeded, though at the cost of having her hand hurt for hours.
But the agony ripping into her glowing ass had Augusta's cunt sopping wet, her tongue tingling with desire for a soft female tongue, her hanging breasts aching for the feel of soft female fingers.
Miss Jones was hardly in any better shape, and though her left hand was busy restraining her headmistresses' jerking body, she wished it were free so that she could use it on her own fun-button or on Augusta's-she could not tell which would like to get at first.
"Stop, dear Miss Jones, stop," Augusta said in a voice that made it clear that her discipline was voluntarily chosen, and would only go on as long as she wanted it to. "You're too nice for me to wait any longer before enjoying you."
The merciless shower of spanks stopped and with a sigh of pain and ecstasy Augusta got up. She took Miss Jones by the hand and gently-for the hand was almost burning as much as Augusta's flaming-helped her up and let her to the bed.
"Oh, Miss Kreel, I guess I got carried away," Miss Jones said, perhaps secretly hoping that her excessive severity would be the excuse for another spanking.
"You've got a real little cherry for an ass too, Augusta said, and giggled, for she was still a young woman. How Cleve would have marveled to hear the tenderness in her voice, in that voice which when he heard it always presaged humiliation and pain without any mitigating gentleness, the humiliation which is the natural state for those creatures whose body is disfigured by a cock!
Augusta's lips met those of the beautiful teacher. Woman-tongue found woman-tongue, and the two organs carred each other in the respective mouths, sliding, gliding, gently pressing, squeezing against the pearly teeth, while soft lips trembled at the softness of the girlish lips pressed against them.
Each woman's hands had found the other's cunts, and what a gentle squeezing and kneading of woman-flesh there was, with each gentle pressure sending a thrill through the other girl's body.
The two interlaced bodies fell onto the bed. Augusta pulled her mouth free of Miss Jones. "Sixty-nine!" she whispered.
The two women slid into the right position. Augusta looked up hungrily at the graceful slit, the crinkly inner labia, the hard clit. She hoped that Miss Jones found her own cunt as attractive.
Augusta breathed deeply, savoring the woman-smell made all the more pungent by the cunt juices which the spanking had caused to flow. Then her tongue darted out and pressed into the slit. She could feel Miss Jones shudder with delight.
Mmmmm, that was good, Augusta thought, as her tongue slid upon the cunt-dringle. Mmmmmm, that was better, she thought, as she felt Miss Jones's tongue exploring her own private crannies.
The two young women were lying on their sides to spare their bruised buttocks, though of course Miss Jones's which had gotten the strapping, were much more tender than Augusta's.
The trouble with sixty-nine, Augusta thought, as she pressed her face against Miss Jones' dainty cuntflesh, is that you can't get at the other girl's breasts to be a general one which cut into the fun of any sixty-nine.
Probe, probe, lick, lick, Girl-stuff! luscious lesbo fun! Two healthy young women enjoying one of the only two things which healthy young women should enjoy-the other being converting men into whimpering slaves!
As Miss Jones's moist tongue probed and pushed against the delicate pinkness of Augusta's cunt and clit, Augusta realized that she was going to be coming very soon indeed. She wanted to come simultaneously with Miss Jones, so it was with renewed energy that she tickled and teased the other woman's oh-so nice girl-parts, while each of the two massaged their own breasts, being alternately tender and harsh, tickling their own nipples into states of unendurable tension, then giving them harsh pinches and flicks.
Ohh, here it was, there-NOW
Both girls went off at almost the same moment, and both shuddered as spasm of cunty sweetness washed over their bodies as their cookies busted. MMM. Pound! pound! Their graceful bodies bucked and heaved, while each strove to keep her face pressed against the other's jerking, leaking, love-mound. The tightness of Augusta's corset made her gasp frantically for breath.
Then it was over, and they both felt weak as the randy fun drained away. Miss Jones gave a lick to Augusta's moist cunt.
"You'd better not," Augusta said. "It's just not possible to lick another woman clean. She just keeps coming and coming. It's almost dinner time, and we'd better get showered and ready."
Punctuality again. And again, it was Augusta Kreel, headmistress, who was calling the shots. In Heatherrow there were many dominatrices in many stages of development, but only one headmistress, and she was totally in charge!