Chapter 8

It was the following Friday afternoon, and Myra Castlebar was ending the very first week as teacher to the fourteen-year-olds in Madame Helga's boarding school. Her class of eight girls of that age were certainly ideal so far as communication was concerned, and yet it had been one of the most frustrating weeks of her teaching career. Even though from the very first day she had forced herself to be as gracious as she possibly could be, wanting to make a friend of each of her pupils, all of them without exception seemed hostile and diffident. Worst of these offenders was Melita Tarvish, a girl whom coppery-haired Jennifer Addams had already singled out to her. Melita was quite tall for her age, with black hair styled in a very prim oval-shaped bun at the back of her head and neatly combed away to accentuate her high-arching forehead. Her face was a cameo-like oval, with dainty uptilting nose, a full, sensual mouth, slantingly set cheekbones, and her dark brown eyes were surmounted by very thin penciled brows and extremely thick black eyelashes which had absolutely no need of mascara.

There was no doubt that the girl was exceptionally precocious as regards scholastic ability, judging from some of the answers she had volunteered during the oral examinations Myra Castlebar had given her young charges through these first five days. But her attitude in delivering these answers was one of disdainful insolence, as if it bored her to have to get up and recite at all and also as if she was under the impression that anyone in the world certainly knew the answers to the questions and hence there was no need for asking them at all. Half a dozen times, Myra felt herself irritated to the point of wanting not only to rebuke the saucy minx but also to slap her patrician face.

Throughout this first week, the beautiful black-haired instructress had had the feeling that all of her pupils were warily judging her and withholding their decision as to whether she was acceptable to them, which of course was an intolerable position for any teacher to be in. Madame Helga, in a glossy black satin dress which set off her stunning Amazonian figure to breathtaking degree, had deigned to visit the classroom on Thursday afternoon, and had taken a seat at the back of the room and remained for half an hour while Myra, extremely self-conscious, had directed her eight charges through a discussion of the geography of South America. When the directress had at last risen to leave and the pupils had turned about in respectful silence to eye her, she had remarked with a pleasant smile, "That's very good, Miss Castlebar. You know your subject very well and I'm sure the girls here are going to learn a great deal from you. By the way, I'd like to see you Friday just before dinner, in my apartment. All right, girls, now you may go back to work and be sure to obey your new teacher as you would me."

But even this last admonition had hardly sufficed to curb Melita Tarvish's studied arrogance. This Friday afternoon in the very last period, Myra Castlebar had asked for a show of hands to answer a question concerning the population and principal industries of Chile, and she had chosen Hetty Dickson, a pretty though somewhat insipid honey-haired girl, rather plump and given to silly giggles whenever she was called upon to recite. Hetty rose, giggled again and then with a simpering smile began to tell what she knew about Chile. Midway through this recital, however, Melita Tarvish rose to her feet and, waving her hand, haughtily announced, "Miss Castlebar, she's got it all wrong about the population. I know."

"I'm sure you do, Melita, but Hetty is reciting now. After she's finished I'll call on you to tell us what errors she made," Myra Castlebar pleasantly responded.

"But it's silly to let her make so many mistakes and waste our time like that," Melita impatiently persisted.

"That will do, Melita!" Myra Castlebar angrily retorted, her cheeks crimsoning with annoyance at the young girl's saucy and outspoken attitude.

The black-haired, olive-skinned teenager slumped back in her seat, and gave Myra a glowering look from under thick, long, curly lashes, while her sensually ripe, rosy mouth curled in an expression of sneering disdain. That grimace did not go unnoticed by the new instructress, and for the first time in her life Myra Castlebar really considered using physical force to reprove this insubordinate girl. Yet, realizing she was still on trial, she did not wish to have to resort to physical violence in order to achieve a rapport with her pupils. Of course she could not have comprehended as yet the sexual overtones which dominated all that went on in Madame Helga's boarding school.

But the period was still to have more incidents. Fifteen minutes later, while Myra was at the blackboard writing out some facts on the population of Bolivia, Argentina and Peru, she heard whispering. Turning swiftly around, she perceived Melita in the act of leaning across the aisle to whisper animatedly with a sulky-faced, plump girl who, just like Melita herself, seemed much older than her fourteen years, Adele Marlowe.

"That will do, girls! Please pay attention!" Myra exclaimed, again indignation and annoyance showing in the swift red glow in her ivory cheeks.

Melita tossed her head and again slumped back into her seat, giving Myra a spiteful look.

"Perhaps," the new instructress coldly went on, "you two would care to tell the rest of the class what is so important that you have to interrupt by whispering. Melita, and you, Adele, stand up!"

Both girls obeyed, Adele with a groan of resignation and also suggested the utmost insolence to authority. Melita looked at her friend and giggled.

"You find it amusing do you, Melita?" Myra Castlebar pursued. "Perhaps you think that because I'm new, you can get away with anything. I am sure all of you girls know what punishments are dealt out here."

"The other teachers spank, but we all are betting that you won't," was Melita's audacious retort.

"I see. If that's the case, I can always ask your original teacher, Miss Addams, to take over for me. Actually, I wouldn't want to give myself the bother of trying to spank you," Myra Castlebar angrily retorted.

"I'll bet you can't, that's why," was Melita's taunt. The other girls looked at her, partly in admiration and party in aghast amazement that she would thus defy authority.

Myra Castlebar drew a deep breath and controlled herself only with an effort. "I am going to talk not only to Miss Addams but to Madame Helga about this, young lady," she at last declared. "Then we shall see who has the last word."

And, indeed, a few minutes later when the bell rang for the final class and the girls hurried out of the room, Myra Castlebar walked down the hall and towards the office of the Amazonian directress. She knocked at the door, was told to come in, and stood before the honey-haired Amazon's desk.

"Good afternoon, Myra dear," Helga Danielson pleasantly welcomed her. "You seem annoyed at something. Do you have something to report to me?"

"I do indeed! There is a girl in my class who is the most insolent and badly behaved child I've ever known," Myra broke out. "It's Melita Tarvish. She interrupts recitation by saying that what we are doing is stupid, she argues, she defies, and she makes herself as unpleasant as she possibly can. She even challenged my authority to punish her, so I told her I would report her both to Miss Addams and to you."

"I see. But in such cases, my dear, you have authority to spank these girls-don't you understand that? I thought I made myself very clear last week before classes began."

"Yes ... yes, but ... if you want to know the truth, Miss Danielson, I ... I've never slapped or spanked a child in my life and ... I'm not that sort of disciplinarian," Myra pleaded, feeling very much ill at ease.

"Then it is high time you took a good look at your own character and decided to comply with our regulations, Myra. You will find it much easier on yourself. I dare say that Melita-with whom I am well acquainted by the way-is simply trying to test you. If she finds that she can get away with it, that will lead to a breakdown of all discipline and it will be very dangerous, because it can spread like wildfire in the school. An example must be made, but if we punish her for you, I can assure you she won't respect you at all. No, there is only one answer: you must spank Melita yourself. But I tell you what I will do, Myra, to lend you the weight of my authority I shall have the naughty girl sent for directly and you will spank her in my presence."

"But I really..." Myra faltered.

"You will obey me if you wish to keep your position," the directress coldly interrupted. Myra flushed hotly, like a child being rebuked by her teacher, and lowered her eyes. "That's better," Madame Helga smiled knowingly. "Sit down there, and I shall show you how one does these things."

With this, she picked up the phone and dialed the number of one of the two women who served as matrons for the institution. A moment later, after hanging up, she turned to Myra and declared, "Melita will be brought here directly, and then you are going to show me that you merit my confidence and trust as my newest instructress."

Myra blushed and twisted her fingers nervously in her lap, until at last a knock on the door announced the arrival of the delinquent teenager. After Madame Helga had called "Come in," the door was opened by the portly matron, who ushered Melita Tarvish ahead of her. The black-haired teenager was quite poised and nonchalant, and faced the directress with arms at her sides and a guileful smile on her face.

"Thank you, that will be all." Madame Helga dismissed the matron. Then, regarding the impertinent teenager, she coldly declared, "Melita, Miss Castlebar has complained about your behavior in class this afternoon. She has told me what you said, and apparently, because she is so new, you thought you could go unpunished by acting the way you did. You are here now in my office, and you know I keep my word when I say a girl is going to be punished, don't you?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," Melita murmured in a very low, uneasy voice.

"Well, you are going to be punished now and by your new teacher, in front of me, Melita. You may prepare yourself."

"Please, Madame Helga, won't you do it to me yourself?" Melita pleaded.

"Of course not, you impertinent little vixen! Be careful now, or I shall ask Miss Castlebar to give you an extra dose. Now then, obey me! Prepare yourself and then go to your new teacher, kneel down and ask her very humbly to give you a good sound spanking on your naked behind!" the honey-haired Amazon directed.

Melita blushed vividly, shot Myra a brooding and defiant glance, and then began to unfasten her skirt. Letting it fall to her ankles, she stepped out of it, stooped and neatly retrieved it, draping it over the back of straight-backed chair beside the directress' desk. This done, she took hold of the waistband of her white nylon panties and began to tug them down, half-turning so as to hide her pussy from Myra's astounded eyes. In this posture, which was utterly charming, the tall, lissome young girl revealed an astonishingly voluptuous development of thighs and bottom. The cheeks of her behind were broad ovals, tightly spaced so the shadowy groove between them was almost hidden. Her thighs were long and pleasing rounded, her calves high-set, and her skin an excitingly warm olive. There was a tiny little black mole just below the base of her left bottom cheek and to the left near the edge of the upper thigh, an exquisitely provocative decor on warm, young, naked flesh. And, as with all the girls who were obliged to disrobe for punishment or fucking, the contrast of the black silk hose and the old-fashioned elastic garters around which the tops were rolled, as against the vivid and unadorned beauty of satiny naked flesh was highly suggestive and lasciviously exciting.

Even Myra Castlebar could not help blushing with embarrassment both for herself and for Melita, as the latter, leaving her panties twisted around her knees, moved quickly towards the armchair in which Madame Helga had gestured for her to sit, and, standing at Myra's right, quickly mouthed the formula of submission: "Please, ma'am would you please give me a good spanking for having been naughty?"

Myra glanced up at the girl beside her, and blushed even more furiously than ever. The descent of those panties had left Melita's virgin pussy unveiled, and already there was a surprisingly profuse amount of crisp black silky curls framing the soft pink petals of that maiden cunny. She could also see Melita's smooth belly, with a wide shallow niche as a navel; and strangely enough, Myra's

Castlebar began to feel a curiously tingling sensation between her own tensing thighs.

"Go on, Myra, take her over your lap, spank her very smartly with your hand until her big bottom is nice and red and she is crying satisfactorily," Madame Helga encouraged. "Then, for her insolence to me-since any insolence to any of my teachers is the same as to me-she shall have twenty spanks with a ruler which I shall give you."

"Oh please no, ma'am!" Melita suddenly turned round to face the directress, her eyes wide with anguished appeal.

"That will do, young lady, unless you want me to double the count. Now take position over your teacher's lap and submit yourself humbly," Madame Helga sharply commanded.

Without further ado, the half-nude teenaged girl swiftly draped herself over the astonished young woman's lap, and Myra Castlebar stared numbly down at the upturned jouncy, tightly compact ovals of that enchanting naked ass, submitted to her for manual chastisement.

Helga Danielson frowned. "Very well, Myra, put your left arm around her waist and hold her tightly so the minx can't slip off your lap. And you had better put your right leg across her calves to hold her in position. Then spank her soundly and slowly, so she can feel every single spank. That is an order!"

Now it was Myra's turn to feel chagrined and sheepish, as if she, as well as the insubordinate teenager, were to be punished. But there was no help for it. Almost helplessly, she curved her left arm round the satiny, slim waist of the docilely submissive girl, put her right leg over Melita's calves, and then drew a deep breath as her eyes continued to contemplate the fascinatingly smooth, warm olive sheened contours of those delectable, resilient and now huddling ass-cheeks.

"Ask her if she is ready, Myra," Madame Helga commanded in an imperious tone.

Myra Castlebar dutifully repeated that question, and Melita, uttering a long sigh, murmured, "Yes, ma'am, I'm ready."

"Then begin!" the directress glared at Myra.

There was no help for it. Myra Castlebar raised her right hand, hovered it a moment, then brought it down on the girl's right bottom cheek near the summit.

"Good heavens," Madame Helga laughed and shook her head, "she hardly felt that at all. It must ring out like a pistol shot. A spanking is given to put heat into a naughty bottom like Melita's, so she will repent her naughtiness. I trust I shall not have to do it for you, Myra."

This veiled warning made Myra blush even more than ever, and almost angrily she tried to take out her anger on the girl who had brought her into such an embarrassing and distressing situation. Her hand rose and fell crisply, attacking the left bottom globe, and Melita evidently felt that, judging from her startled "Ouch!" and the way her face turned back, her eyes very wide and questioning.

"That's more like it, Myra. Continue in the same way until I tell you to stop," Madame Helga directed, settling back against the luxuriously upholstered couch and adjusting the clinging folds of her black satin gown which lined her sculptural beauty. She was wearing white calfskin boots which rose above her knees and disappeared under the clinging folds of the gown.

Myra bit her lips, and, reminding herself how she had been flouted by this insolent little upstart, applied a third spank and then a fourth. Each of them was more vehement than the last, and this time Melita Tarvish kicked and squirmed and again looked back, with a little more respect in her dark brown eyes, each time uttering a stifled gasp and clenching her little fists.

The strange sensation which had pervaded Myra's loins began to intensify. And she could also feel her heart beating more quickly as her eyes stared down at the olive-sheened ass globes, twitching and huddling, the muscles tensioning and contracting vividly under the smooth satiny skin. Where her hand had struck, the bright pink outlines of her palm deepened the vivid beauty of that naked bottom, and the curious, lascivious effect of this began to waken Myra Castlebar's latent sensuality, untutored virgin though she was.

"That's very good. Only not too fast, I want Melita to feel every spank and understand why she is getting it," Madame Helga directed.

But now, singularly enough, just as she had been opposed to the very idea of corporal punishment, Myra Castlebar found herself almost eager to humble and break this naughty and insolent girl's defiant spirit. She wanted Melita to cry, and she wanted to see those lovely, warm, olive hemispheres turn a burning red of torment and discomfort. And so, unconsciously tightening the grip of her left arm, she began to apply spank after spank, though because she was inexperienced she did not alternate on the quaking bare globes or choose any pattern of punishment.

Nevertheless, Melita no longer seemed to be so contemptuous of the new teacher. Her eyes were very wide and filmed with tears now, and from time to time she glanced feverishly back, especially after a particularly hard spank which flattened the summit or the base of a luscious ass-cheek. Her gasps and groans grew louder, also, but most of all the nervous squirming and wriggling of her bare hips and loins pronounced her growing discomfort.

The honey-haired dominatress watched Myra Castlebar with half-lidded eyes, crossing her elegant long legs, and lit a cigarette. She, more than Myra, was aware what was taking place in the black-haired instructress' psyche. And when she saw Myra's lips part and moisten, saw the dilation of the young woman's delicate nostril wings, saw the increased movements of Myra's boobs, she knew this scene she had so carefully staged was having exactly the effect she had calculated: that of attuning this virgin instructress to the awareness of her own pussy's long-overdue needs.

From about the fifteenth spank on, she had had no need to counsel Myra on the procedure of subjugating a naughty, precocious teenager. Watching carefully, she observed Myra's hand rising and falling, more quickly now, and with vigorous emphasis against the now bright crimson-splotched cheeks of Melita Tarvish's upturned, squirming and swerving naked bottom!

"Oww ... oh please ... that hurts. I'm sorry ... ooh, owwww, I'll be good ... please, Miss Castlebar! I didn't mean to be rude ... oww ... boo hoo, please, not so hard ... oh please let up, please!" Melita began to blubber, and at last plunged one hand behind her in a frantic attempt to cover up her smarting ass.

"Take your hand away at once, you naughty little wretch," Madame Helga scolded. "Now then, Myra, I'm going to give you a ruler. Twenty good hard spanks. You will find that if you concentrate on the lower part of that minx's bottom, you will really make her sorry that she treated you so abusively in class. That is the tenderest part of a girl's behind, as you will find with a little more experience."

So saying, she rose from the couch, moved to a desk, opened the drawer and took out a flat foot-long ruler which she brought over to Myra, who accepted it almost mechanically and without the least hesitation. A crafty smile on the dominatress' lips indicated that she took full notice of Myra's transfiguration.

"Oh please, not the ruler now, it's so sore, it burns, it hurts, I'll be good," Melita pleaded.

But Madame Helga herself bent down and captured both Melita's wrists and held them tightly in her slim hands, then nodded to Myra. Once again readjusting and tightening the grip of her left arm around the culprit's waist, the black-haired instructress raised the ruler and brought it down with an energetic smack which bridged both ass-cheeks at the upper summits, just where the shadowy narrow groove began. A shrill squeal broke from Melita, who jerked and arched her body frantically.

"I will count for you, Myra," Madame Helga purred. "That's very good now, at last you've learned!"

When at last the twentieth spank had fallen on Melita's quaking and now flaming hindquarters, the black-haired teenager was dissolved in tears, sobbing without restraint and moving about with abandon as much as her captors' hold on her allowed.

"Get up now, and kneel down and thank Miss Castlebar for punishing you so well," the directress ordered.

Sobbing plaintively, Melita damned both hands to her flaming bottom, stumbled to her feet, then sank down and bowed her head and sobbed out the formula of penitence: "I ... I'm awfully sorry I was so naughty ... and ... and ... thank you for punishing me so good. I won't do it again," she groaned.

"Very good, Myra. You see how easy it is, after all? I don't think you'll have any more trouble in class from this one. Will she, Melita?" Madame Helga leaned down to pinch the girl's earlobe.

"Oh no, oww, Madame Helga, I'll be so good, I won't ever be naughty again, honest!" Melita wailed.

"You may go now, my dear," the directress said gently to the flushed and trembling young instructress. "I have something to say to Melita myself which I think will help you in the future. And I'm pleased to see how you took my advice, Myra. You are doing very well, and I think you have a real future at Danielson House."

"Th-thank you," Myra Castlebar faintly stammered. She rose, finding it difficult, and her body was trembling uncontrollably. She glanced almost compassionately and apologetically at the still kneeling girl, and then blurted, "I'm sorry I had to punish you so hard, Melita. Please be a good girl so I won't have to do it again." Then, aware that she had said too much, she nodded to the directress and hurried out of the room.

Madame Helga went directly to the door and bolted it. Then she approached the still throbbing and kneeling culprit, bent down and gently stroked Melita's lovely head.

"You adorable little actress, you did exactly what I wanted you to," she murmured. "For a moment there I thought I was going to have to spank you myself. But as I had hoped, dear Myra was angry with you, and once she saw that beautiful bottom of yours, she couldn't resist it, any more than I can."

Melita flung her arms around Madame Helga's thighs and pressed her scarlet, tear-stained face against the dominatress' knees. "Oh, I love you so, Madame Helga, I'd do anything for you! But she did spank awful hard; it stings, it really does!"

"I know it does, dear, and of course you deserved it. It would never do to have to admit to Myra would it, that you purposely got up in class and made all that fuss? Then she might ask questions and she might find out I put you up to it. So you had to be a martyr, but you did it beautifully. And you shall have your reward, darling. You've always wanted to be fucked, and I'm choosing a nice boy from Mr. Grange's class. I'll have the two of you together in the testing room tonight, when it's time for bed. One of the matrons will bring you down there. And now I want you to go to Dr. Fielding's office to have a little operation so you won't have any pain at all when that nice boy puts his big stiff cock into your sweet little pussy, darling."

"Oooh, Madame Helga, will you really? Are you really going to let me get fucked, honest?" Melita raised her starry eyes to the sensual face of the beautiful lady who bent down towards her and, cupping the girl's hot, wet cheeks with her soft hands, kissed Melita passionately on the mouth, darted in her tongue, and then urged the girl to rise to her feet.

Now her hands cuddled and soothed the flaming bottom, while Melita moaned and gasped with delight as she clung to her beloved dominatress. Then gradually Madame Helga led the girl, whispering to her to step out of her panties, over to the couch. Then, hoisting the long black satin gown, she exposed herself naked above her boots.

Stretching out indolently, she beckoned to the teenager, who with a little cry of joy, clambered onto the couch, bent her head between those stately thighs, and began to suck and kiss Madame Helga's cunt.

A few minutes later, the cooing and gasping young girl was ordered to move about so her own tender pussy was proffered to the knowing lips and tongue of the dominatress, and thus the two performed an exquisite act of sixty-nine, which brought both conspiring pupil and directress to a moaning and feverish girl come.

That same evening, at about ten o'clock, wearing a blue bathrobe and sandals, the charming black-haired Melita was ushered into the testing room by Homer Grange, along with the seventeen-year-old brown-haired Ken Durksen.

Under his genial and easy going direction, both blushing initiatees stripped totally naked, and then Homer Grange had Melita lie down on the rubber sheets, which covered the floor, while Ken knelt between her long slim legs and began to fondle and kiss her titties.

Melita, her eyes huge with excitement, listening to the expert counsel of Ken's male instructor, arched herself obediently as the boy adjusted his prick against her tender quim. Of her own account, she reached down one of her slim hands to take hold of his cock while with the other, at Homer Grange's order, she opened the lips of her pussy.

"Very gently now, Ken," Homer Grange eagerly advised, kneeling down and watching with blazing eyes.

"Ooh, it's so big, it won't go all the way in, I know it won't!" Melita squealed.

"Oh yes it will, dear, just take it easy. Ken, that's a tender young virgin pussy you're working on and don't forget it," Homer Grange chuckled.

Both Melita and Ken had first to anoint themselves with the oil from the urn, and their slippery naked bodies squished salaciously as Ken now edged himself slowly inch by inch into Melita's tight young cunthole.

With a squeal of delight, the naked young girl locked her bare legs over his thighs, and clawed at him while she kissed him feverishly.

Then they began to fuck, and the precocious young black-haired girl soon began out of nature's instinct to arch and swirl her hips in perfect timing to his fucking rhythm.

Of course Ken achieved orgasm long before Melita, but Homer Grange was there to make certain that the female partner had as much pleasure as the male. Thus at his order the sheepish Ken was obliged to frig Melita's dainty clit and then lick it with his tongue till at last Melita achieved a frantic spend and wailed in her delight as she flailed her long, lovely, naked legs in the air and then sprawled on the rubber sheets, a beatific smile on her lovely pert face testifying to the bliss she had earned for her conspiracy with Madame Helga in the plot to undermine virtuous Myra Castlebar's chastity.