Chapter 4
On Saturday afternoon shortly after lunch, Helga Danielson summoned her new instructress, and also ordered the four other women teachers of her institution to be present so they might meet Myra Castlebar. There was another purpose to the interview: the blonde intended to warn the other four young women that a strictly "hands off" policy was to be maintained against the unsuspecting black-haired novice. True enough, Helga was eager to taste Myra's creamy-skinned charms, but this was mainly a business matter to which she had pledged her word, and so a certain integrity would be preserved until such time as Murray Bannister should decide to give her further instructions concerning the disposition of his recent tutoress who had become by now the primary object of his quest for the conquest of untouchable pussy. Myra was thus the virgin prize reserved at a later date for the lecherous industrialist, but Helga was quite curious as to the way in which he would go about overcoming Myra's prudish scruples. Needless to say, he had fully acquainted her with Myra's indignant behavior over the discovery of his carnal interest in his niece.
So when Myra Castlebar timidly knocked at the door of Helga's private chambers and was told to enter, she found four extremely attractive young women already there ahead of her in the elaborate living room. Slim, poised, coppery-haired Jennifer Addams was seated on the couch beside Martha Tillotson, a bespectacled, dark brown-haired and rather petite woman of twenty-seven. Jennifer had charge of the female pupils between the ages of fourteen and fifteen, while Martha taught the sixteen-year-olds, some eighteen in number.
Seated in an armchair with her handsome legs crossed and wearing calf-length white kid boots, Susan Amory smiled encouragingly at the nervous newcomer. Twenty-eight, willowy and auburn-haired, Susan Amory had charge of the seventeen and eighteen-year-olds. On a nearby hassock, her arms clasped around her dimpled knees, Dorothea Bunson eyed Myra appraisingly. Her pupils comprised the oldest girls of nineteen and twenty, though Dorothea herself was only twenty-five, buxom and a silver-blonde. She wore a blue minidress which generously revealed the splendidly ripe curves of full womanly thighs and mouthwateringly rounded calves sheathed in off-black nylons, and Myra blushed to find herself glancing at Dorothea's legs, a reaction which the silver-blonde found amusing, since she put her hands to the sides of the hassock and slyly spread her legs to show Myra even more.
"Good afternoon, Myra. I want you to meet your colleagues," Helga Danielson quickly dispensed with the introductions, and Myra stammeringly greeted each of her four female coworkers in the field of education at Danielson House.
This done, Helga resumed, "I'm going to make some changes, and let you start with the youngest girls. There are eight fourteen-year-olds, and they shouldn't be too much of a trial to you. Jennifer will be happy to concentrate her work with her fifteen-year-old group, I'm sure."
"Oh yes, indeed, Madame Helga," the coppery-haired senior of the staff knowingly smiled agreement.
"Especially Sally Eggars," the dominatress added, her eyes meeting Jennifer's in a significantly prolonged look. "I think she's going to be more diligent from now on, but I want you to take personal charge of her and give me a full report every few days ... you understand?"
"Perfectly, Madame Helga."
"Good, that's settled, then. Now Myra, we have only a few rules here, and I know that you have good credentials for teaching. However, at Danielson House, we believe in applying corporal punishment when it is called for by the misdemeanors of the pupils. For anything really serious, you will report the girl to me directly."
"You ... you mean you punish them in class?"
Myra Castlebar, her eyes widening with surprise, incredulously demanded.
"Of course, my dear. Don't tell me that you've never spanked any of your pupils as a tutoress."
"But of course I haven't!" the black-haired young woman almost indignantly responded. "I believe in reasoning with impressionable children, and if punishments are necessary, depriving them of something they want and look forward to. It seems so old-fashioned and barbaric to beat children. I don't think I could bring myself to do that., . " , "Oh come now, my dear," the Amazonian directress laughed softly, with a mocking little glance at her other four instructresses. "No one is talking of beating children, I assure you. You will find, indeed, that a good little spanking on the bare buttocks does wonders to improve the disposition as well as the physical tone of your pupils. Moreover, I have written authorizations from their parents or guardians permitting discipline when I deem it necessary. So you need have no fear of any legal or moral constraint. Of course I don't expect you to be sadistic, and you do not punish the pupils here without cause. But now since the subject seems to trouble you, let us pass to the schedule that you will have and the courses you will teach these youngest of the girls enrolled here."
"In all sincerity, Miss Danielson," Myra Castlebar broke out, clasping her hands and earnestly leaning forward to stare at the honey-haired dominatress, "I don't think I should ever be able to punish a girl. Why, at fourteen, she's almost a woman, and the humiliation...."
"Is precisely what is sometimes the most effective treatment for a self-centered and precocious child of that age." Helga Danielson finished. "I am willing to wager, Myra, when the time comes and you are really annoyed by some of the antics of your girls, you will be the first to apply the polished end of a leather sole to their bare bottoms."
"Oh, never, oh that's impossible!" Myra Castlebar gasped and blushed violently at the mere thought.
But Madame Helga artfully dropped the subject and now began to tell the brunette instructress what courses she expected her to teach her new charges. When at last the meeting was over, Myra Castlebar uneasily rose, not certain that she had made a wise decision in so impulsively accepting the job offered her over the phone without having first examined something of the background of the school and the curriculum she was expected to teach. And yet the courses were the most innocuous in the world: algebra, history, geography and English, all subjects in which she was eminently qualified.
When at last the meeting broke up, Jennifer Addams came up to Myra and confided, "I know it must all seem new and strange to you, Myra, but I do hope you'll like it here. Perhaps it would help if I told you something about the girls you are going to take charge of on Monday. After all, I had them until now and there are a few you must watch for. There is Melita Tarvish, who is inclined to whisper a good deal in class to Maria Olson-she is a freckle-faced little brown-haired minx who-likes to pretend she is much older than she is. Both the girls have already been punished by me several times, I might add, as well as by Madame Helga herself."
"But is it true? You mean ... the teachers here spank the girls?"
"Of course. And the male instructors have that privilege too if the girls commence violations of the school rules which happen to involve their boy pupils. As for the boys themselves, they are also punished the same way, as well as by Madame Helga at times when it is necessary. But I wouldn't have you think that this is a dungeon or a gloomy institution where there are beatings or anything like that. Quite the contrary. We have a lovely relationship with our pupils in the main, and most of them are extremely affectionate and well-disposed towards us." Jennifer Addams smiled to herself at these words, which hid from the astonished black-haired novice the real state of affairs. like the other instructresses, she had been briefed by Madame Helga exactly how Myra Castlebar was to be kept in the dark until the propitious moment came for her enlightenment.
"I don't know," Myra Castlebar said, doubtfully shaking her head. "As I told Madame Helga, I don't think I could ever bring myself to use physical force on any of my pupils, even if they might seem to need it. I shall certainly try to be a good teacher, because I need the job very badly. I did tutoring for private families just before I came here, you see. And of course I must get accustomed to the ways of this school. But I shall certainly try to teach my pupils all they can learn and, I hope, without having to punish any of them."
"As a matter-of-fact, Myra dear," Jennifer Addams slyly slipped her arm around Myra's supple waist, "the girl I just mentioned to you, Maria Olson, who will be your responsibility starting Monday, is on my punishment list. And since you obviously don't want to begin your work here by taking over that duty, I shall be happy to relieve you of it. Perhaps, also, you might like to watch and see how I do punish a naughty girl. I can assure you it is not at all brutal or cruel. It might be a very good lesson for you, Myra."
"I ... I don't really want to watch...."
"Oh, come on now, don't be such a straight-laced creature!" the coppery-haired instructress laughed softly. Her eyes were devouring Myra's creamy-skinned beauty, and her own innate Lesbian yearnings had already been aroused by the brunette's naivete and beauty.
At last Myra Castlebar reluctantly agreed to accompany her new friend to the latter's apartment, and once there, Jennifer Addams rang a bell to summon Mrs. Glover, a plump, gray-haired woman in her early fifties who was one of the two laundresses of the institution and doubled as matron on occasions such as this.
"Would you please bring Maria Olson to me, Mrs. Glover," Jennifer drawled. After the woman had nodded and left the apartment, Jennifer turned to the new instructress. "Just make yourself comfortable in that chair. I'm going to change and I'll be right back."
Wonderingly, Myra Castlebar seated herself in the black leather upholstered armchair and sank back at her ease, uttering a sigh which was half in relaxation and half in uneasy concern over what her new position might entail.
A few moments later there was a timid knock at the door and then it was opened by the young culprit who had been summoned by the matron. Maria Olson was surprisingly well-developed for her fourteen years, about five feet four and a half in height, with a stunningly ripe pair of closely spaced young tits which promised in about five years to require all of a size-38 bra or possibly even more. Her face was oval, petulant, and her olive skin was vividly freckled over the cheeks and the upturned nose. Her mouth was extremely ripe and small, and her light brown hair was cut in helmet style with a broad fringe along the middle of the forehead, and the curls at the sides of the cheeks came down about halfway also. She wore the obligatory white silk blouse and a black satin skirt whose hem went down only so far as her round, dimpled knees. These were sheathed in black silk hose, and her feet were fitted in black suede pumps with narrow heels nearly four inches in height. Her waist was extremely slim, and it set off the effulgence of her pertly rounded bottom and rather short but already appetizingly contoured thighs.
Perceiving Myra in the armchair and not her instructress, Maria's hazel eyes widened with a little anxiety, and she glanced nervously around. "Is ... is Miss Addams here? I'm supposed to see her," she vouchsafed in a somewhat unsteady voice.
"She'll be along very soon, so why don't you sit down there on the couch and wait for her?" Myra pleasantly responded.
"Oh no! I'd only get extra if I did that! I'm supposed to be in penitence. Please ... I didn't expect to see you here, Miss, but please don't tell her!" And with this, Maria Olson knelt down on her palms and bowed her head, facing the door through which her instructress was soon to come.
This attitude of humility and anxious submissiveness further surprised the beautiful black-haired young woman, who now began to wonder how it was that if chastisements were not really severe here, a girl like this would impose upon herself so self-effacing a posture while waiting for an ordained punishment.
When Jennifer Addams reappeared, Myra could not help uttering a stifled gasp of surprise at the costume her new friend had put on for receiving the errant pupil. The coppery-haired instructress seemed to be wearing not much more than a form-hugging bathrobe of red satin, and white calfskin boots which rose slightly above sleek knees. Myra noticed that Jennifer had combed out her coppery hair back away from her forehead and gathered it into a single plait deeply held by a silver barrette at the neck. Then her eyes fell on a gleaming black leather slioper sole, which the mature instructress gripped in her right hand.
"Maria, you know why you're here, don't you?" she at once demanded of the kneeling girl.
"Yes, Miss Addams. I'm here to be punished for naughtiness in class," Maria responded in a low voice.
"Yes, that's right. Inattention, whispering, and shirking your studies. This, by the way, is Miss Castlebar, our new instructress. Starting Monday, I'm going to take just the older girls in our class, Maria, and she will have you under her wings. That's why I want her to see how naughty girls like you are punished here at Danielson House."
"Yes, ma'am," the charming young culprit stammered, blushing violently, but keeping her head bowed and remaining kneeling on her palms. The black-haired young woman marveled at this unusual submissiveness in so young a girl. It was to be one of the many facets that would startle and confound her well before her first semester was over!
"Kiss the instrument which is going to inflict your punishment, young lady," Jennifer next commanded, extending her slim right hand and the leather sole toward the culprit's sensual young mouth. And Myra's eyes widened as she saw how Maria leaned forward to plant a quite audible kiss upon that gleaming implement.
"You may prepare yourself," was the next order as Jennifer sat on the couch. Seated opposite her, Myra could observe that the gleaming bathrobe clung to the supple thighs of the instructress, and that a black belt was tightly knotted at Jennifer's waist. Then, as the instructress slightly parted her knees, Myra's eyes widened with astonishment: she could have sworn just then that she had just caught a glimpse of the long lithe tawny-sheened insides of Jennifer's thighs and then a glint of dark red pussy-hair at the very apex between them.
Maria Olson rose, quickly unhooked her skirt and moved to one end of the couch over which she draped it. Again it was Myra's turn to gasp, because under that skirt the girl wore absolutely nothing except her stockings, which were rolled around elastic garters. She was thus naked from the waist to the middle of her thighs, and the olive smoothness of her fresh young skin was exquisitely provocative. So, too, was the quite evident thicket of dark brown pussy curls framing the exquisite pink lips of her dainty young cunt.
"Position now," Jennifer commanded, tapping her lap with the slipper sole.
"I ... I really should be going, Jennifer," Myra stammered, growing more and more ill at ease.
"Nonsense! Stay right where you are! I can assure you that Maria is not at all disconcerted by your having to watch her get her naughty bottom well-spanked. If she dares to show the slightest humiliation or annoyance at your being here, she knows perfectly well it will cost her big behind a good deal extra ... don't you love?"
"Oh yes, Miss Addams!" the half-naked teenager instantly replied as she draped herself over Jennifer's lap, stretching out entirely along the couch, and then covering her blushing face with her soft little hands as she abandoned herself.
Myra's eyes were riveted to the surprisingly plump naked bottom cheeks of the victim, contracting now in understandable anticipation of what was to follow. She could perceive the deep cleft furrow between the huddling globes and the shadowy mystery which led to Maria's twin orifices of pleasure. Very calmly, Jennifer Addams encircled the girl's slim waist with her left arm and, patting each of the bottom summits with the surface of the gleaming sole, casually remarked, "Now remember to stay in position, Maria. I am going to give you thirty-five. You are going to count each one."
"Yes, Miss Addams," the young girl's voice trembled a little, and Myra saw her body stiffen and prepare itself for the oncoming chastisement.
"Really, Miss Addams," she quavered, "I don't really want to watch ... it must be terribly embarrassing for the poor child...."
"She's hardly a child, even if she is fourteen," the coppery-haired instructress dryly interposed. "I can assure you she is very talented in things that you don't even know. Besides which, it's Madame Helga's wish that you watch the method of procedure. You know, after all, you will be expected to punish your own naughty pupils. Now then, Maria, are you quite ready?"
"Yes, ma'am," Maria's voice was faint but audible as she tightened her legs together and surrendered her voluptuous young naked bottom.
The sole slowly rose, hovered a moment in the air, and then descended like a plummet, crisply intoning a reverberating smack on the very center of the right ass-cheek. A stifled little gasp was heard and Myra watched the girl's bare bottom convulsively jerk from side to side.
"One!" Maria gasped out, still keeping her hands tightly pressed over her face.
On the olive smoothness of that delectably round globe, a bright pink splotch outlined the kiss of the sole to stand out in contrast against the unblemished satiny loveliness of the charmingly contoured girlish ass.
Jennifer Addams was in no hurry. Allowing as much as twenty seconds between spanks, she visited the delicious bare behind of the submissive young culprit with swiftly descending smacks of the leather sole which alternated on the globes. First right and then left, descending to the base and then resuming at the tops of the bottom cheeks, she imparted a vivid and uniform red coloration to the quivering, squirming hemispheres. Maria counted diligently, and was given several pauses to compose herself, after the tenth and twentieth. Not once, Myra Castlebar was thunderstruck to observe, did the girl plunge her hands back to soothe or protect her flaming naked ass, but she did swerve her hips, arched them and twisted and shook wildly in the air under several of the noisier spanks which seemed to impart considerable anguish. Also, tears and sobs and babbled promises to be a good girl from now on were mingled with her counting of the strokes as the spanking progressed.
When it was over, she lay crying unrestrainedly over the instructress' lap, and only then did Jennifer Addams remark, "Now you may rub, Maria."
The soft little hands flew back and began to rub frantically, trying to disperse the fiery glow which had suffused the palpitating ass-cheeks with a bright red hue. Also, Maria crossed and uncrossed her legs constantly during the spanking, and sometimes kicked up one leg or the other or sometimes even both, permitting Myra Castlebar to observe a salacious glimpse of her adorable pink-lipped pussy.
Then the red-haired instructress held out the sole to the girl's mouth, and Maria promptly kissed it, and then, even more to Myra's astonishment, sobbingly stammered, "Th-thank you for punishing me, ma'am, and I promise I'll be good from now on, honest I will."
"You took it very well, I'm pleased with you, Maria," Jennifer Addams' voice seemed husky now and very vibrant.
"I ... I think I really will be getting back to my room," Myra Castlebar's voice was unsteady as she forced herself to rise from the armchair. Her face was flushed and her boobs were rising and falling erratically. Although half a dozen times she had been inclined to call out and beg Jennifer to let the poor child off, secretly she had to admit to herself that she had not been able to take her eyes off that reddening, wriggling, squirming naked behind. And the characteristic crisp sounds of the spanking, of the leather sole against bare girl-flesh, had roused a singular enervation in her being. In fact, she hardly rose from the chair, and her thighs felt weak and shaky. There was a warmth, too, prickling along her inner thighs, and even her nipples had begun to tingle. She didn't understand what it all meant, but she knew she couldn't watch any more.
"Very well, if you must. Say good-night to your new teacher, Maria dear," Jennifer prompted, laying the leather sole across both flaming ass-cheeks and giving them a dainty little tap to emphasize her order.
"G-good-night, Miss Castlebar," Maria tearfully complied.
"Oh ... good-night, Maria. I'm so sorry you had to be punished. You will try to be a good girl when you're in my class, won't you?" Myra asked.
Then, biting her lips, she gave Jennifer Addams an almost imploring glance and hurried out of the latter's apartment.
Jennifer Addams laughed softly and tossed the sole to the floor. "Go lock the door, darling, then get back here quickly," she whispered.
Maria quickly slithered off her beautiful executioner's lap and hurried to bolt the door. As she returned, she was unbuttoning her blouse, and let it drop to the floor. A moment later, the bra followed it, and she was naked except for her gartered stockings, for her pumps had long since been kicked off during the energetic flurries of her lovely young legs under the duress of the spanking.
Jennifer Addams' eyes narrowed and glowed with sensual excitement. Swiftly her slim finger unknotted the belt, then unbuttoned it and let it yawn apart. Under, she was naked. The narrow dark aureolae in which pert, stiffened lovebuds grew, stood out against the tawny sheen of her panting, thrusting boobs. Little tremors raced up and down the insides of her parted thighs.
"Do me!" she hissed, and Maria promptly sank down on her knees on the floor, put her hands against Jennifer's lower thighs, and leaned forward to impart a tender solacing kiss on her executioner's eager cunthole. With a groan of delight, leaning back against the couch and closing her eyes, Jennifer Addams clenched her thighs against the flushed, tear-stained cheeks of the young penitent. She felt the girl's tongue goad and prod her, till at last it attained her clit; and then from her lips there poured a torrent of lascivious endearments. "Ahhh, that's it, you sweet little bitch! Gam me good now, or back over my lap you'll go and I'll thrash your sweet ass raw ... mmmmm, oh, Maria honey, that's so nice, rub it with your tongue a little harder and faster right there ... oh, baby, that's a good girl, oh, how sweet you are ... give it to me, give it to me hard!"
The noisy sucking and licking and slurping of the teenager's lips and tongue now mingled with Jennifer Addams' gasps and groans, till suddenly a violent spasm shook the instructress. Sprawling her thighs, she arched, her hands gripping the back of Maria's neck to force the girl into her crotch for a final penetrating love-thrust, and then she lolled, sated.
A long moment later, lying on her side with Maria facing her, her hand cupping one of the girl's boobs while her other hand gently soothed the still vividly swollen and burning naked bottom cheeks, Jennifer Addams purred, "You sweet little devil, I'm very proud of the way you acted before your new teacher. She doesn't know anything at all about things like this, darling. And you're going to have a reward. How would you like to lose your cherry to one of those nice boys in Mr. Edwards' class?"
"Mmmmmmhmmm, oh yes, Miss Jennifer!" Maria adoringly breathed.
"Very well. I'll speak to him about it one of these days. And of course I'll send you off to Dr. Penelope so you won't have any pain at all when you get your first fucking, honey girl. Only of course, you're going to be true to me first and foremost, aren't you?"
"Oh yes, Miss Jennifer, I do love you so! You know ... it was so exciting knowing that she was watching me get spanked ... and then I knew what you wanted me to do later, only I wasn't to say anything about it, was I?"
"Absolutely not, dear. That's why I told the matron to warn you to keep your naughty little mouth shut," Jennifer Addams happily murmured. "Come now, I'll give you a little treat for being such a darling. Turn around now, that's it, and put your sweet mouth up against my pussy again. Then I'll do the same for you."
And even as Myra Castlebar hurriedly undressed, pulled on her pajamas and got quickly into bed and turned out the light, hoping to find in deep sleep a forgetfulness of what she had seen, Myra Olson and Jennifer Addams were indulging themselves in a prolonged and exquisite sixty-nine.