Chapter 11
At the same moment Madame Helga had changed the tv channel to go back to the testing room in which Sally and Bob had finally reached the happy end of their punishment session under the aegis of Dorothea Bunson, the camouflaged wooden panel swung back into place in the adjacent room. Thus Myra's further vision into that room, where she had watched for the first time a male and a female complete the act of fucking, together with other licentious variations utterly new to her virginal experience, was terminated. And it was as if the secret hypnotic spell under which she had lingered throughout all she had just witnessed had suddenly been ended by a previously designated signal or cue, for she blinked her eyes and gasped, glanced down at her shamelessly lofted yellow cotton skirt and discovered her slim hand still pressed against her cunt. From the moisture her fingers felt, she realized with a violent blush of shame what she had been led to do. Dazedly, glancing furtively around with the fear that someone might walk in and see her in this improper condition, she looked about and saw the discarded proof sheets and the manila envelope on the floor. With a gasp, she remembered what Madame Helga had asked of her. Frantically, she stooped to retrieve the proofs and the envelope, and then began to read the sheets hastily, scanning them while the ballpoint pen was held between trembling fingers as she attempted to find errors which would add credence to what she intended to tell the dominatress-that she had done the work required.
As soon as Murray Bannister and Carol had left the dominatress' apartment, Madame Helga once again turned on the TV set to look into Myra's room, and her smile returned when she observed the ingenuous way in which the black-haired young woman was attempting to cover up her naughty indiscretion.
Then, putting a cigarette into her ivory holder, she lit it and leaned back in the swivel chair, closing her eyes and ruminating over the denouement Murray Bannister had urged her to bring about. For tonight would mark the definitive end of Myra Castlebar's maidenhood. And from all the signs she had observed of Myra's behavior under the influence of the carnal temptations she had purposely put into the young woman's pathway, she was quite sure the industrialist would achieve his long-desired goal but also that Myra Castlebar herself would accept that delicious destiny to which all of her virgin charms and especially her tender, sensitive virgin cunt were now ordained.
Half an hour later, the black-haired instructress timidly knocked at Madame Helga's door, and was told to come in. Myra had smoothed her dress and hurriedly gone back to her own apartment to wash her face and comb her hair so as to be more presentable and thus show absolutely no traces of the emotional drama that had caught her up in its voluptuous vortex.
"What did you think of the manuscript, my dear?" Madame Helga drawled, her face bland and without the least expression.
"It ... it's very comprehensive, and I'm sure all the pupils will be able to understand it," Myra nervously blurted.
"Do you find yourself in agreement with my rules, my dear? I mean, do you admit the justice of punishment for misdemeanors? Or do you still cling to your permissive notions that a teenager can be reasoned with and punished by logic rather than by an occasional sound spanking on the naked bottom?" the honey-haired Amazon pursued.
Myra's face flamed as she lowered her eyes and she tried carefully to phrase an answer that would lull Madame Helga's suspicions of what had really happened to her in that awful room. "I ... I don't think that I am so permissive as that ... I mean, it seems to me..." she floundered.
"Speak up, Myra, tell me exactly what you're trying to say!"
"I mean, it seems to me that the ... the pupils here have an extraordinary amount of freedom as it is."
"Oh you do? It's true we occasionally teach them subjects not usually found on the curriculum of a standard institution of learning," the dominatress smilingly replied. "But you will find that the instructors and the instructresses are learning in the bargain, which is a very healthy state of affairs. Now then, let us take a hypothetical case. If you were to commit an indiscretion or a misdemeanor, such as a naughty girl might, would you say you deserved to be punished?"
Myra bit her lips and thought for a moment, not certain exactly where the wily directress was leading her. Then at last she admitted, "Well, I suppose so, except that a mature person, who is teaching, isn't likely to make such mistakes."
"Then you think it is only hypothetical? In other words, you would never be so naughty as, shall we say, Melita, whom you spanked so capably on your first attempt, or again, as Sally Avery?"
Very slyly Madame Helga, after a significant pause, had flung the name of the dark brown-haired beauty whom Myra had just witnessed being first punished and then fucked as a kind of gauntlet. The ruse was enormously successful. The young woman uttered a choking gasp and turned crimson almost to her earlobes, while she stared with consternation at the mockingly smiling Amazon.
"You don't answer, Myra. But it's a perfectly simple question and I'm sure you should have an answer. Well, what do you say to it?"
"I ... I don't think any grownup person would act like an immature child," Myra Castlebar at last managed to reply in a low, trembling voice.
Madame Helga leaned back in her swivel chair, savoring the moment of confrontation to the very last. Then she drawled, "Well, since we have been speaking hypothetically till now, let's get down to specific cases. I say, Myra Castlebar, that you have been guilty of naughtiness which I might expect from someone like Melita or even Sally, but certainly not from a young woman of your age whom I engaged to have charge of my pupils."
"Ohhhh!"
"Yes, I mean exactly that." The dominatress now leaned forward, her gloved hands clasped together on the front of her desk as she stared coldly at the astounded, blushing brunette. "You have just come to me and told me that you spent all your time in that room reading this manuscript, isn't that so?"
"Why, yes, I did . .
"But you couldn't have really read very much, yet you had quite a good deal of time there. I find only one or two errors marked on the proof sheets. So in a sense you lied to me, Myra. Worst than that, you did so to hide your own naughtiness."
"I don't understand what you mean."
"Then I will tell you. During the time you were in that room, Myra, you permitted yourself the very sinful luxury of playing with yourself, of lifting your skirt and rubbing your finger between your legs."
Myra Castlebar uttered a cry of dismay and clamped her hand instantly to her mouth, taking a step backward and staring at Madame Helga as if the latter were a supernatural being.
"You needn't bother to deny it or even to admit it, my dear," the dominatress laughed softly. "You see, throughout this school there is a closed-circuit television system which enables me to look into every room in these four buildings as well as to hear what goes on in them."
"Ohhhh ... oh my God!" Myra moaned.
"Exactly. Now, following your own admission that a mature teacher who commits the naughtiness of an adolescent pupil should be punished, have you anything to say as to why I should not myself inflict a proper punishment on you for the absolutely shameless conduct of yours back in Room 42D?"
Myra Castlebar could not speak. Tears stung her eyes, and she bowed her head and covered her face with her hands, while her dimpled round shoulders shook with suppressed sobs. The enormity of what Madame Helga had just revealed to her was absolutely annihilating, and she had absolutely no defense.
"I am sure, my dear," now the dominatress' voice took a kind almost benign tone, "that you certainly would not wish to have your colleagues in the school know about your naughtiness."
"Oh no ... please, don't ... don't! I ... what do you ... what are you going to do with me?"
Myra's voice trembled and broke as she groped for words to learn her fate.
"Since this is your really first offense as my employee, I propose to punish you in complete privacy. However, you will have to agree to submit completely to all my orders."
"If ... if I must, I ... I would rather have you do that, but please tell me! I'm so ashamed! What ... what are you going to do to me?"
"I think you can guess, my dear. What did you do to Melita when she was insolent and naughty in your class? And wasn't it effective? Since that time, you have admitted her conduct has been excellent. Well then, it follows, since you are a mature and sensitive woman, the humiliating punishment given to a child will have even better effect with you, since the humiliation is certain to be more intense."
"You ... you're going to spank me?" Myra gasped, her eyes huge with disbelief.
"Of course," Madame Helga continued, "if you prefer a public punishment....."
"Oh ... oh, for heaven's sake no, Madame Helga! I ... I'll do what you want ... only please ... can we ... can we get it over with ... I'm so terribly ashamed! Oh, this is dreadful..." Myra wailed, twisting her slim fingers together in her agitation.
"Very well then. Come along, my dear. I'm going to take you into my little salon, and there you must agree to do whatever you are told, or otherwise I shall be forced to make an example of you before all the staff. Naturally, not in front of the pupils, because that would destroy your authority over them at once. But I do not think you would care to have, shall we say, Dorothea or perhaps Homer Grange watch you receive a good spanking on your bare bottom."
"Oh no! I promise ... oh don't do that to me! I ... I'll submit to anything, only not that!" Myra groaned again.
Helga Danielson rose, her black satin gown clinging to the voluptuous sculptuary of her magnificent, tall body. Beckoning to the trembling Myra Castlebar, who was at the point of tears, she compelled the young woman to follow her down the hallway of her apartment to a wide metal door, which she opened by pressing her finger to a button at one side of the door. When it slid back, Myra's tear-clouded eyes dimly made out a spacious room without any windows, with a luxurious and extremely wide low couch off to the left against the wall, several straight-backed chairs, and directly in the middle, the very same apparatus she had seen in the testing room ... a metal isosceles triangle.
Beside the triangle stood a teakwood chest, somewhat larger that the coffer from which Dorothea Bunson had taken the feather and the leather paddle. Madame Helga closed the door by touching a similar button on the inner wall, and then turned to the young woman. "Now then, Myra, you will strip naked except for your stockings and garter belt and pumps," she directed.
"Oh please ... must I?" A groan of despair from the young woman's very soul accompanied that agonized question.
"You must! It is that or a public atonement for your naughtiness, Myra."
Slowly the beautiful young woman began to obey. The yellow cotton dress was drawn over her head and dropped onto the floor from nerveless fingers.
"Now the slip, please," Madame Helga directed.
After a moment of hesitation, Myra complied, and stood in the exquisite under-outfit of matching white nylon bra and panties, with a white satin, elastic garter belt sending its two narrow tabs along each creamy thigh to hook to the tops of the unwrinkled charcoal-brown nylon hose.
"The bra and panties, now!" was the command. Myra was able to manage the bra, but when it floated to the floor and her high-perched ripe ivory tits shudderingly rose and fell to expose their unadorned loveliness to the glittering eyes of Madame Helga, the young woman uttered a cry of despairing shame and huddled her arms over them.
"Now your panties, and be quick about it," Madame Helga said sternly. "Just as with my young pupils, I shall expect the same obedience from you, Myra. Delay, argument, revolt, are invariably punished with an extra ration, you know. But I was forgetting-you certainly weren't able to read the last few proof sheets, busy as you were in that room."
This sly and suggestive quip made poor Myra's cheeks flame anew, and with a groan of despair, she at last lowered her hands and began to drag down the final veil. The thick black bush of her cunt, the creamy roundness of her virgin ass, came into view as at last the panties were about her ankles, she stepped out of them and immediately clamped one hand over her virgin cunt.
Helga Danielson had gone to the chest and opened it, taken out a black bandanna, and was now approaching. "I'm going to blindfold you, Myra."
"Oh, please don't ... I ... I'll be brave! I'll take ... I'll take what you give me. I won't resist ... but please don't do that!"
"Remember I told you, you were to obey me without question once you agreed to submit to save yourself the humiliation of a public punishment," the dominatress reminded the trembling naked young woman. "I can still call my staff to my apartment and let them watch your atonement for such a childish and naughty act which I might expect of a girl like Myra, but certainly not from a mature woman like you. Well?"
Myra bowed her head and burst into soft choking sobs as Madame Helga expertly drew the bandanna over her eyes and knotted it at the back of the young woman's head. Then, taking her by the wrist, she led her forward to the triangle, ordered her to lift her arms, and, mounting the footstool just as Dorothea Bunson had done with her two culprits, swiftly bound Myra's wrists together to the metal peak of the apparatus.
A few moments later, despite her frantic supplications to be spared this ignominious shame, Myra found her ankles spread widely apart and tied equally tight to the ends of the base of the triangle.
Thus straddled hugely and tractioned, the magnificent creamy glories of her nakedness were boldly and defenselessly laid bare.
"I will leave you to meditate for a few moments, Myra, and then I shall punish you," Madame Helga murmured. She walked silently towards the door, pushed the button which let it roll back on itself, and Murray Bannister and his golden-haired niece entered. She put a warning finger to her lips, and both of them nodded.
Then she went out into the corridor and retraced her steps back to her apartment, where at once she turned on the tv set to the channel that let her see the room in which Myra Castlebar was to endure the transfiguration into fulfilled womanhood.
Murray Bannister wore only his bathrobe over thin pajamas, and sandals, while his lovely young niece wore a pair of green silk pajamas and high-heeled pumps. He gestured to Carol, who, forcing herself not to utter a sound, tiptoed to the chest and carefully opened it. Murray stared into its contents, observing hairbrushes, straps, a three-thonged martinet, several long feathers, a leather paddle and other devices intended for the voluptuous chastisement of the female.
He pointed to one of the feather's, and Carol nodded and seized it. Moving in front of Myra, she began to tickle the young woman's bare boobs, concentrating on the nipples. Startled gasps and then anguished little sighs and sobs broke from Myra's lips as she began uneasily to twist and shift herself, believing of course that Madame Helga was humiliatingly abusing her in this suspense-ridden way before the actual infliction of the shameful but certain to be painful juvenile punishment with which she had been threatened.
Murray could no longer contain himself, and took the other feather and planted himself behind the naked young, creamy-skinned brunette. Just as Carol's feather reached Myra's navel, Murray Bannister applied his along the groove of her bottom cheeks, and the spread-eagled, tethered, naked young woman uttered a piercing cry of consternation. "Ohhh ... what are you doing to me ... oh, please ... if you must spank me, do it and end it, I beg of you! Oh, this is shameful, this is just dreadful!"
But now Carol's feather began to glide delicately up and down the insides of Myra's hugely straddled thighs, while Murray Bannister persisted in gliding the tip of the evanescent white plume along the crease which separated Myra Castlebar's voluptuous virgin ass-cheeks.
Still believing it was Madame Helga who was thus doubly attacking her, poor Myra began to jerk and throw herself against her bonds, her body straining and lunging in every possible direction. But the feathers relentlessly pursued her, till at last Carol, who had to keep a hand over her mouth to contain herself, directed her feather against the gaping lips of Myra Castlebar's virgin cunt.
At the same moment, her uncle maneuvered his feather so the tip began to rub against Myra's puckering, maiden ass-hole.
"Ahhh ... oh, God! oh, God, won't you please stop! I can't stand this ... please ... spank me, oh do it, punish me and get it over with, this is cruel to torture a woman so. How can you do this to another woman, Madame Helga?"
Carol drew up a hassock, seated herself on it, and put her slim hands to her former tutoress' naked hips. Then Carol, without warning, leaned forward and began to kiss and suck Myra Castlebar's furry cunthole.
With a squeal of indignation and shame, Myra Castlebar tried to lunge her bottom backwards, only to met by a resounding slap from Murray Bannister's right palm which flattened the summit of her right ass-cheek and drove her forward back to Carol's oral administrations.
"Oh what is this ... please don't do that to me. ... it's shameful! Stop ... I can't stand it ... please ... oh, Madame Helga, I beseech you ... don't ... ahhhhhhh..." Myra moaned almost inarticulately.
Murray Bannister paused and flung off his bathrobe, then opened the fly of his pajama pants to let his bulging prick emerge. Meanwhile, he gestured to Carol to continue the good work, and the artful teenager now thrust her pink tongue between the lips of Myra's quim and then, swirling it around and around, drew it out, only to attack Myra's pulsating tickler.
A wild, prolonged cry of anguished shame and despair broke from the naked sufferer as she threw herself about madly, till the triangle creaked its protest.
Now again Murray Bannister began to spank her bottom, alternating on the cheeks with vigorous and noisy slaps from his open palm.
But since Myra's lunges had by now become too frantic and desultory, Carol gripped her former tutoress by the hips, digging her fingertips into the soft creamy flesh, while she continued to tongue fuck Myra's sensitive and hardening clit.
Half-hysterical with shame and the secret torment which now besieged her psyche as well as her flesh, Myra Castlebar once again implored mercy, still addressing herself to the dominatress.
But Carol's tongue gouged, flattened and thrust and rimmed her stiffening clitoris, until Myra Castlebar was almost beside herself, long spasms racing along her calves and thighs, making her ass-cheeks contract and then yawn uncontrollably.
Murray had halted his spanking operation for a time to watch his young niece perform cunnilingus on this mature young woman, a sight which thrilled him inexpressibly and made his prick ready to burst with pent-up longing. As he observed Myra's convulsive wrigglings and heard her voice change into almost hysterical babbling and shrill squeals and moaning sobs, he knew his niece had drawn her almost to hot come. Making another sign, he had Carol move away, which she did with a pouting moue of disappointment. Then, standing in front of the spread-eagled, tractioned and naked young instructress, he boldly cupped her cantaloupe-like tits with both hands and greedily and lingeringly fondled and squeezed them, while he pressed his prick against the hairy slit of her virgin cunthole-for her time had come!
"Ohhh ... what are you doing! Oh, God, please, please won't you spank me and get it over with, oh, I'm just dying of shame, I can't stand this awful torture!" Myra moaned.
With another sign, he directed his niece to take both feathers and go behind the wriggling naked brunette, and Carol eagerly obeyed. A moment later, poor Myra felt the feathers rub along the groove of her ass-hole and into her armpits, so her struggles became jerky and frantic, making her thighs and loins contract and spasm in the most wanton way imaginable. All the while, Murray Bannister kept his prickhead pressed against the aperture of her virgin cunthole, till finally he felt himself edge inside.
"Now, Myra, I'm going to give you a better opinion of me," he suddenly said.
Myra Castlebar uttered a frenzied cry and with all her might tried to fling herself backwards, realizing at last what the object was that had just slipped inside the twitching lips of her vulva.
But Carol, prepared for just a contingency, applied a stinging smack with the back of a plastic hairbrush, forcing Myra to lunge forward.
Murray Bannister now, gripping her by the tits, crushed his mouth on hers and thrust himself against her cherry.
Sputtering and gasping, trying to twist her mouth free so she could cry for help, Myra found herself unable to do so. Carol increased the tempo of the spanking, applying spank upon spank all over the reddening creamy ass-cheeks, and forcing poor Myra to arch forward to escape the burning sting.
Murray Bannister held fast, unyieldingly presenting his prick, till at last Myra felt herself pierced and devirginized.
"Now that we've eliminated that obstacle, honey, let's you and I fuck!" he mouthed. "You fought me ah this time, Myra, but you've really been jealous about Carol and me because you wanted me to do this to you, admit it!"
"Oh, you horrible brute ... no I won't ... that's a he! Ahrrr ... oh, my God, who's spanking me, oh, it hurts, it hurts!"
"That happens to be Carol. But if you'll promise to be a good sweet girl, she'll use the feathers on you and work you up. You'll be surprised how passionate you're going to get before I'm finished with you, honey," Murray Bannister hoarsely declared.
Now that the momentary twinge of virginal loss had vanished, Myra Castlebar knew the loss was irrevocable. She was helpless and bound before this awful man and his impertinent young niece. But Murray put his finger to her clit and began to rub it gently, while gradually drawing in and out of her tight cunt. And when Carol resumed with both feathers, Myra Castlebar began to sob and groan, unable to hold back the frantic desires that were flooding her body ... desires which had been roused in that room where Murray himself had watched the initiation fucking of a handsome, young, teenaged couple.
At his sign, Carol stopped spanking and resumed with the feathers. Now they fleeted along the shuddering, shadowy groove between Myra's bottom cheeks, along her sides, the outer curves of her boobs, her armpits and her neck, then back along the backs of her shuddering, straddled thighs. Every nerve was flowering, and the sensation of being totally unleashed began gradually to take possession of her, destroying all will to revolt or to threaten ... leaving only the yearning to go down this pathway to its finite end and discover the new world of fucking passion.
"Ohhh ... oh, God, I'm going to faint! oh, Mr. Bannister....."
"You can call me Murray now, honey, I think we're intimate enough for that," he interrupted with a hoarse laugh of triumph. Then, his mouth taking possession of hers, his tongue drove between her lips as, one finger rimming her clit, the other hand fondling one of her heaving boobs, he began to fuck her slowly and expertly.
And finally the miracle came about. Her body, shuddering and shaking, uncontrollable spasms rippling through her, Myra Castlebar uttered a shriek of bliss as she felt herself melt with crisis, since at that very moment Murray Bannister's bubbling spunk lashed the walls of her sensitive womb....
Quite a long hour later, after Myra had been untied from the triangle and led over to a couch, where Carol lay beside her cuddling and kissing, Murray Bannister took the naked young instructress into his arms and murmured, "You still have a lot to learn, but I'm going to marry you so I can devote plenty of time to your education. And you're going to go on teaching here, because what you've learned already has made you enjoy this instead of hating my guts ... admit it, darling!"
Myra Castlebar was scarlet with blushes. Even though her face was averted, she could not help nodding. She had never known such delights. And now (the thrilling naughty thought enchanted her) she would no longer have to be afraid of expressing the needs of her lush young body, not when she had so virile and demanding a husband and so naughty and so provocative a niece.
"Oh Murray, yes, I'll marry you, but love me first," she breathed as she reached for him.
And even as his prick sank back into her eager, throbbing cunt, Myra Castlebar was planning on how she would have her own sweet revenge on naughty Carol. She and Murray would contrive to give Carol a good sound spanking and then make the naughty girl use her mouth and tongue on both of them to prepare them for their own unleashed flights of lustful bliss!