Chapter 1
Hope Benson really felt quite wicked as she stood nude in the room, the basin of warm water in front of her on the commode.
But it was a day for feeling wicked and for admiring the mature beauty of her twenty-year-old figure. Looking at the reflection of her bub-bies in the glass, she brought her hands up to cup them from below.
They felt like silk, warm, firm silk of purest white with brownish aureoles and bright pink tips which would stick out excitedly hard when she rubbed them between her fingers as she knew she would.
Looking down beyond her slim, firm waist, she saw the gentle swell of her belly and the neat triangle of coppery hair where her perfectly formed thighs met.
Turning, she looked over her shoulder to see the nice round swells of a choice ass with a neat, smooth valley at the middle of white silken cheeks. She patted the cheeks with her hand and remembered the many times they had been patted more firmly by other hands as well as by canes, paddles, straps and birches.
Still, those days were over now and it was just something to look back on as a part of growing up.
That was a part of the feeling of the day. It was her first day in the private school operated by Elizabeth Carter. To be accepted as a teacher at all was a thing of wonder for her, but that it should be in Miss Carter's fashionable school on the Oxford Road was the wonder of wonders.
True, she was only an apprentice teacher and a permanent appointment to the staff would depend on the quality of her work, but that didn't frighten her.
Hope knew she would be a very good teacher. She would have to be since some of the female students in the school were almost her own age. She would have to be firm and wise to cope with them in all matters and prove to Miss Carter that she was worthy of being appointed to a permanent post.
The interview just concluded had been a thing of terror for her. The moment she arrived at the school, she sensed her application had been a mistake. Who was she, after all, the daughter of a small merchant, to hope to be a teacher at all, let alone a teacher in Miss Carter's school?
Un-like other schools, it taught both boys and girls. Boys were enrolled from the age of twelve to sixteen. Girls, on the other hand were accepted only at the age of fourteen and could be as old as eighteen in the senior finishing school classes.
By some miracle she couldn't understand, the interview had gone well, remarkably well and she had been offered the apprentice post at a salary of ten shillings a week.
And then, Elizabeth Carter had shown her to her room, instructed her to bathe and return for a more detailed discussion. Remembering that, Hope decided it would be wise to stop admiring her body and begin bathing it unless she wanted to risk incurring the displeasure of her new employer.
Resisting the urge to dally when she bathed the more sensitive areas of her body, Hope finished quickly, dressed in fresh clothes and hurried to the private suite of Elizabeth Carter.
As the woman greeted her, Hope was startled to see on her desk a frighteningly impressive array of instruments employed in the administration of corporal punishment.
Hope had been apprehensive about the interview being conducted in two sections with a bath in the interval. Now as she looked at the canes, straps and birches, that apprehension grew. Some annoying instinct told her that her own sensitive ass would taste them before much more time elapsed.
Telling herself that such fears were groundless and stupid, she took the indicated chair beside the woman's desk and their conversation resumed.
"Now Hope," the woman spoke warmly, "I must elicit some information of a more intimate nature. I shall expect prompt, truthful and complete answers."
"Oh yes, Miss Carter," Hope replied eagerly.
"Are you a virgin?"
"No." Hope bowed her head as she made the admission.
"That is no cause for shame, dear. I have never married, but I disposed of my virginity many years ago. Tell me when and how it happened."
Nervously at first, then speaking more easily, Hope told of being in the care of an uncle and aunt during a summer at the age of sixteen.
While tending sheep in a remote field, the uncle directed her attention to a ram attempting to rut a reluctant ewe. He drew her closer to the scene so that they could view it more clearly.
"He seemed much agitated and spoke in detail of how men and women do the same thing. In time, I too felt an excitement such as I had never known as the things he told fascinated me.
"He told how the male cock grows big and hard when it wants to push into a cunny and I admitted I had not known that."
"Go on dear," the older woman urged as she drew her chair a little closer and rested her hand on Hope's knee. "Tell me everything just as it happened."
"Well, he told me that his was very stiff and asked if I would like to see it. Not knowing what to say, I hesitated. Without waiting for a reply, he dropped his pants to his feet and there was this great pole with the red head staring at me.
"On his invitation, I touched it and also the big hairy sack which hung below. He told me in great detail about fucking in the cunny and in the ass.
"Although I was shy, he compelled me to remove my dress and shift so that I was quite nude. He toyed with my titties and my ass, then had me lie on the grass so that he could explore my cunny.
"He told me how his wife loved to fuck whether in her cunny or up her ass and that when she was not able to, she would suck the honey from his massive bone.
"I began to sob in fear when he told me that he was going to teach me the joys of fucking. With his mouth, he made my slit very moist and caused me to feel a great heat of passion.
"Then he lay on my belly and began pressing his hard pole between the lips of my little twat. There was a great pushing and banging until I cried out in pain.
"Mindless of my suffering, he jabbed all of his big meat into me and fucked on me until I felt great spurts of his liquid in my belly.
"I cried for some time after it was over, but my uncle assured me that it didn't hurt after the first time when the cherry was broken."
"Did he do more to you after that?" Elizabeth asked urgently.
"Oh yes. Every day he would take me to the field and teach me other things. One day, he had me kneel and after greasing my butt hole with butter, he pushed his tool deep into me and with his arms wrapped around me, rode my ass as a ram rides a ewe.
"Most times though, he preferred that we both strip naked and play with each other for a long time after which I would take his bone into my mouth and suck the marrow from it.
"For that, he would lie on his back and I would kneel over him so that he could diddle my cunny and ass hole with his fingers."
Hope had been so engrossed in telling her story that she was surprised to discover that the woman's hand was no longer on her knee, but instead was high up on her thigh pressing firmly through the thin fabric of her dress and shift.
"What other experiences did you have, Hope?"
"No others. I feared becoming with child."
"Come now, my dear, did you not ever play with another female ? I feel sure you must have." Her hand moved a little higher. "You must tell me."
Blushing furiously, Hope admitted that once, she and a cousin who was a year older, began by showing each other their bubbies and went on from there to play with each other.
"In a little while, we took off all our clothes and admired each other. Then we began to explore each other with our hands."
"What else, Hope?" The hand had moved boldly all the way up the inner thigh and rubbed hotly close to Hope's quim.
"We . . . well, we diddled each other's cunny with our fingers."
"Is that all you did? Did you not suck each other's slits, or lick bums or anything?"
"Oh no, Miss Carter, I have never done that."
"Did you do it with her other times?"
"Oh no. That first time, my mother caught us in the act."
"What did she do?"
"She screamed and raged terribly, then went outside for a switch. She made us both bend over the end of the bed and lashed our arses with the switch until it was shattered.
"My poor ass and thighs were streaked for days after and I never dared take the chance again. My aunt was informed that same day and that evening, my poor cousin was again stripped and beaten severely with a strap by both her father and her mother."
"How terribly severe. Now my dear, I want you to describe for me in detail how you were punished both at home and in school."
Beginning with the simple hand spankings she had received as a child, Hope told of the many forms of chastisement she had received.
"Which form bothers you most, dear?"
"Either the cane or the birch. I cannot say for sure which pains most."
"That seems reasonable, my dear. When were you last punished?"
"About two years ago. My father had me strip entirely nude to receive twenty with a cane."
"Now tell me of the punishments you have administered."
"Oh, I never have punished anyone, Miss Carter."
"Good heavens, my dear., we shall have to rectify that in quick order. Discipline is extremely rigid in my school. While I administer some of it myself, I insist that all my teachers also administer beatings. It would be too much for one person."
"Are there so many beatings?"
"My dear, this is a big school with many students. I would say that there is never a day when less than twenty beatings are administered."
"Do you mean I too shall be expected to chastise students?"
"But of course, my dear. Are you apprehensive at the thought of threshing the bare bums of grown girls and boys?"
"Boys too?"
"Certainly. I should think you would enjoy the prospect of lowering the pants of a big well built lad and slapping fire into his ass."
"Truly, Miss Carter, I don't know. I am quite prepared to learn though."
"Of course, my dear. Discipline is the very basis of this school and, to a large extent, its purpose. If we fail to instill a sense of discipline, then we fail in our entire task."
"Oh, I have so much to learn."
"Cheer up, my dear. I have every confidence in you. When you fail, you will be disciplined as all teachers here are disciplined."
"Disciplined? You mean teachers."
"My dear child, mine is the only behind in this institution which does not feel the sting of corporal punishment."
"But I saw a male teacher earlier. Surely . . . "
"You refer to John Crompton. An excellent teacher of twenty-five. A fine specimen of a man too. I must confess it is thrilling to have him strip naked and submit his butt for punishment. He does grovel and plead so winningly. I must say dear, you do look shocked."
"I . . . I can't understand how a grown man would submit to such a thing."
"There are some basic points of which you are not aware. From time to time I summon John to perform interesting services for me in my bed. He has a good rammer and uses it well."
This time, Hope was entirely speechless. Such a display of frankness was astounding.
"Then, too, there is a perverse streak in the male which causes many of them to enjoy being beaten by a dominant woman."
"Truly?" Hope's eyes were wide with surprise at such a thing.
"Quite truly. Many a time, I have watched as a young male scrambles off my lap after a brisk hand spanking and have seen his young pecker standing straight up and throbbing with desire."
"How strange."
"Strange to you perhaps. Do you not also find it a little exciting ? "
"Yes," Hope admitted. "I must say it does sound so."
"As you say, Hope dear," you do have much to learn. There is time though, so relax and you will find the process quite enjoyable. For now though, I must examine you."
"Examine me, Miss Carter. In which way?"
"Physically, my dear. Please remove all of your clothing except your stockings."
The command was a shocking one, but Hope did not even think of resisting. Obediently, she stood and removed her dress and her shift to stand nude except for the stockings which were held to her thighs by bright red garters which provided a fetching touch.
"How beautiful you are, Hope," the woman spoke gently as she walked closer, her eyes burning with passion at the sight of the naked young beauty.
"Do you ever have soreness in your titties?" As she asked, the woman cupped both the proud breasts in her hands and squeezed.
"No, Miss Carter," Hope heard a tremble in her voice as the touch of the hands excited her.
"Are your teats properly sensitive?" Saying it, Elizabeth caught the nipples between finger and thumb and began rolling them. Instantly, the pink nipples grew and stood out quite beautifully.
Elizabeth continued a slow, enjoyable examination of the lush young body. When she reached Hope's ass, she bent close to cup, squeeze and pat the perfectly rounded cheeks. After, she pulled the firm cheeks apart and carefully investigated the crack and hole with her eyes and fingers.
"Now for the most important check of all, dear," she said as she guided Hope to the couch. "Lie on your back now while I examine your cunny."
Hope was trembling violently now and she sensed that not all of it was caused by fear or shyness as the woman held her legs over her body so that her ass was arched and her twat bared to view.
"What a sweet little slit," the woman mused, her face close to it. "The lips are a nice fresh pink and healthy looking. Are you sure you have never had it licked?"
"No, Miss Carter, I never have. Truly."
"You will enjoy learning that little game, my dear."
For just a moment, Hope thought the woman was going to do it as she brought her face even farther into the silken vee of her thighs.
Instead, the woman only inhaled deeply a few times, then stood and invited Hope to sit up.
"Now then my dear, the first thing you must learn in the matter of corporal punishment, is the feel of each instrument. Since your ass is so nicely naked, this would be an excellent time to begin our lessons."
"You mean you're going to beat me?" Hope asked in a pathetic tone.
"Not really, my dear. You must understand each method though, so I will merely give you a sample of each. It may sting a little, but it will not be anything like a real beating."
The dream Hope had seen come true was suddenly taking on the proportions of a nightmare. She had just been told she was accepted as a teacher and now, standing naked, was told she was going to be beaten like a naughty student.
"Come, dear, lie over my lap now and we shall study the hand spanking. One spank on each pretty cheek."
Numbly, Hope draped herself over the waiting lap. She felt the big thighs firm and strong under her, felt a strong arm wrap around her waist.
"Now then dear," Elizabeth said almost gently as she ran her hand over the twin cheeks of the upturned ass, "I shall commence with the right cheek."
Hope tensed her muscles and felt the cheeks of her ass tighten up.
"You must relax your butt dear, or I shall be forced to give you a severe spanking."
Hearing the threat, Hope wondered if she could relax under the circumstances. She managed it. There was a quick intake of breath and the big hand slapped firmly. Hope gave a little gasp as she felt the sting of the spank and felt the cheek joggle as the hand held where it had spanked.
A moment later, it was repeated and the big hand spanked the left cheek with the same stinging force.
There were tears in Hope's eyes as she climbed off the lap when told to.
"There now," Elizabeth asked, "that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"It really did sting, Miss Carter. I don't think I've ever felt harder spanks."
"Thank you, my dear. I have a good hand for spanking. It has been conditioned by years of use. I once spanked the bare bums of twenty-five young ladies in one session.
"As each received her spanking, she was made to stand in line with her back turned to me. You can't imagine the thrill of seeing twenty-five rosy red bums, fifty stinging cheeks in a row.
"I must confess I found it so interesting that while I watched, I ran my hand up under gown, slipped a finger inside my slit and diddled myself off. Do you ever diddle yourself, Hope ? "
"Once in a while," Hope admitted shyly.
"You'll probably find yourself doing it quite often after you have learned to be stimulated by spanking. I do it quite often even though there is no shortage of people to service my twat for me."
As she talked, Elizabeth led Hope to the desk where the implements lay waiting.
The woman guided her into position and Hope soon found herself bending over with her hands on the desk, her tingling ass arched nicely outward.
Smiling contentedly, the woman picked up a light leather strap, took up her position, and brought it down smartly over the surface of Hope's left cheek. This time, Hope gave out a little cry.
Soon, the woman held the heavier looking strap. Taking her time, she delivered a smart slap to the right cheek with the same stinging effect. Hope not only cried out, but felt the first tears rolling down her face.
After that, there was a wooden spanking paddle, a cane and a birch. She received one with each and was crying quite loudly by the time the ordeal ended.
At last, Hope thought it had ended, but then, through eyes misted with tears, she watched as the woman picked up the slimmest cane she had ever seen.
"Come lie on the couch again, dear," Elizabeth took her arm. "We have one final method to demonstrate."
Without being told, Hope lowered herself to the bed and lay on her belly. She wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
"Not that way, dear, on your back. This is a very special cane."
Trembling, not knowing what to expect, Hope did as she was told. She felt a strong hand clasp one leg and raise it straight above her body.
Hope looked up in amazement at her stockinged foot which seemed to be so far away from her. As a result, she was completely unprepared for the line of fire that suddenly struck along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
With a shrill cry as the woman released her ankle, Hope began to kick and writhe on the bed.
A moment later, she felt comforting arms wrapped around her and heard the woman whispering into her ear.
"That is the severest punishment of all and one that is rarely used," Elizabeth explained. "Can you imagine the exquisite torture of a young lady receiving four or six of those on the insides of her thighs?"
"Ooh no, it's dreadful. It burns like fire."
"Yes my dear, it does. I employ it only very rarely in the most severe cases. They are slightly less painful variations whereby this cane is applied to the belly while the young lady stands with her hands behind her back, but I hardly ever employ it."
"Oh, but Miss Carter, it is so painful. Did you truly have to do that to me ? "
"I did you a kindness, my dear. Now that you know the taste of it, I am confident you will ensure that you never do anything to earn yourself a standard dose of four swishes inside your thighs."
"Oh," Hope gasped, "I assure you I'll do everything in my power to avoid ever feeling that again."
"I know you will my dear and I do hope it is never necessary for me to do that to you again."
The woman paused to look at the time. She swore softly. "Just when I was in such a delicious mood and now I realize I have something to attend to which cannot be delayed. Please rest dear, I shall return shortly."
With that, Elizabeth Carter walked to the desk, picked up the lighter strap and strode out of the room.