Chapter 8
Another week had passed, and now Candy Winston was more bored than ever. She hadn't seen much of her aunt lately-and for a very good reason. Jennifer Danton had been laying the groundwork for starting a very discreet house of assignation, yet without letting the younger girls know what was to go on. She, Delia and Lucille had summoned Jane, Peggy, Coralie and Maxine to the private chambers of the directress just last Sunday night, to indoctrinate these young beauties and to find out first of all what their reactions would be as to the prospect of making money by peddling pussy to people who could be trusted.
Without exception, just as Jennifer Danton had predicted, all four young beauties giggled and nodded and agreed. Jane, who was actually the oldest by two months over Peggy, asked, "But gosh, Miss Danton, isn't there an awful danger that the other girls will find out? And maybe that awful Sheriff Ted Hawkins? When we do go into town, he's always staring at us girls. He just about undresses us."
"I know that, Jane. You don't have to worry about Sheriff Hawkins. It's me he really wants," Jennifer calmly announced. "But I can assure you that I have not the least intention of allowing such a coarse bully anywhere near me or any of you girls. Now, with a little rearranging of the dormitories, I'll see to it that each of you has a private room with bath. They will be connected on probably the third floor, and in that way nobody else will get a chance to find out what's happening. We'll just rule the third floor off limits. In fact, any girl who goes up there can mark herself down for punishment-I think that will deter even the most curious youngsters."
"How much money do we get?" Peggy wanted to know.
"I should say that a third of the fee would be quite adequate, my dear. After all, you aren't really anything more than amateurs, and I don't have to cut you into it at all if I don't want to. Later on, if it seems very profitable, as I'm sure it will be, we'll talk about a better share," was Jennifer Danton's answer.
It satisfied all the girls, and indeed they welcomed the opportunity to enjoy a little fun in bed, which heretofore they hadn't been allowed to do under penalty of a good sound spanking-because of course girl-loving was strictly forbidden among the pupils of Jennifer Danton's unique school.
Jane Dolliver at nineteen and four months was a stunning beauty, practically a woman in her physique. She was five feet six, with long black hair in a thick pageboy that fell below her shoulder blades, an olive skin, highperched pear-shapted titties, long legs and an undulating behind whose two oval cheeks shifted and tantalizingly surged and flexed with every step. Her face was snippy, and her manner impertinent, which had earned her her corrections in this school.
Peggy Allenby, just two months younger, was five feet seven, slim, with boyish bottomcheeks, long slim legs but surprisingly big round closely spaced titties, with a pink-andwhite skin that was absolutely ravishing in combination with her helmet-cut sandy-blonde hair.
Coralie Young, eighteen and four months in age, was coppery-haired, about five feet five inches in height, with heart shaped face that was freckled and had a dainty snubbed nose, and the body of a young Venus with firm round titties and bottom. Maxine Storch was half an inch taller, with golden hair in a coronet braid around the top of her head that made her look still older. She had soft white skin, unusual for blondes of her type, and oval face with graygreen eyes and a sensual, ripe mouth. Her bubbies were widely spaced and upstandingly rounded, and her bottom was spacious and plump as were her thighs, though not excessively so. There could be no doubt that in this quartet, Jennifer Danton had a "stable" that could earn her a great deal of money.
By this time, poor Betsy Wymer had been subjected to several more fucking and strappings by the brutal Sheriff, who finally decided to let her go and not tell her stepfather where to find her. For this the attractive teenager was pathetically grateful, and she even willingly held open her bottomcheeks that last night and crouched on her bunk with her head bowed down to it so that her "benefactor" could take the maidenhead of her asshole.
He gave her twenty dollars, bought her a cheap new dress and some undies, and sent her on her way. What really concerned him was his frustrated passion for Jennifer Danton, because unless he was very much mistaken, something very fishy was going on at the school.
On this Monday morning, for example, the bus had dropped off at the station across the street from his office two extremely welldressed passengers, each with a single suitcase. One was a man in his fifties, the other a gray-haired matron who looked haughty and dignified. They actually were the first two customers for Jennifer Danton's "stable."
Finally he told himself, "Guess they must be relatives of the gals in Jennifer's place. Still in all, they're the first I've seen in a long while. I just might have me a looksee at that school one of these days."
Thus the gnawing suspicion was implanted into the brutal, sadistic lawofficer's mind, and it was to flourish until at last the harvest would be one which would affect not only luscious Candy Winston most of all but her domineering and aloof and enegmatic aunt....
The two "clients" appeared at the school door at noon, and were received by Jennifer Danton herself, who invited them both to lunch. They would be, she told them, "trustees of the school," and she gave them fictitious names to answer to; the woman would be called Miss Crandon, while the man would be known simply as Mr. Delmar. After lunch, and by the way much better fare than the other students had, she herself escorted her two guests back to her private office and then took out a photograph album. She had begun this practice about five years ago, and had taken photographs of every girl who had enrolled in her school, most of them dressed, but quite a few in deshabille and one or two even naked. There was a naked picture of Jane Dolliver and also one of Maxine Storch, and needless to say it was these two beauties who were first called upon to aid their implacable directress in recouping her failing fortune.
The woman, who was in reality a dress designer from New York and who had corresponded with Jennifer Danton for several years when they had both met originally in New York and discovered mutual interests, chose Maxine Storch, the golden-haired eighteen-year-old, while the man, sales manager of a chain drug operation from Chicago, chose Jane. The two girls were summoned to Jennifer Danton's office after lunch and told that they would have an assignation that very night. They were also told that each of their partners for the evening would expect unusually docile submission and perhaps would care to spank them. When Jane squirmed uneasily and blushed, Jennifer Danton added, "You little fool, that means an extra hundred dollars, a third of which you will get. So don't let me hear any more complaints out of you."
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Jane and Maxine were given the rest of the afternoon off from recreation so that they might nap and prepare themselves for the evening orgy. They were told to take a bath and put on their prettiest clothing, and meanwhile the two "trustees" were entertained in Jennifer Danton's private chambers, to which a substantial dinner with wine was brought and in which money changed hands.
The woman, who was divorced, was a notorious Lesbian sadist, and she had already told Jennifer Danton what she had desired of Maxine. It would be a harsh debut into "amateur" prostitution for both young women, but their greed for money and their own amoral nature left Jennifer Danton no worries on the score that they would be likely to complain about the treatment they would receive. The man also was sadistic, and Jennifer Danton said, "Jane understands what she has to do and she'll be obedient, don't you worry, Mr. Delmar. All you have to do is remind her that if she doesn't please you, she'll have me to deal with down in the basement and on the sawhorse."
"The sawhorse!" he brightened. "I'll pay you another hundred if you'll let me use some of your equipment. Hell, that's even better than I counted on. A spanking is one thing, but tying a girl onto an apparatus and weatching her squirm when she's getting it is most of the fun for me."
"Very well, I'll except the extra money. It would have to be after midnight, when everyone's asleep and there's no danger of any noise."
"That's fine, I can nap till then. I can't wait to get that black-haired piece right where I want her," the man chuckled with a salacious wink....
At eleven o'clock, however, the gray-haired Lesbian went down the silent, dark corridors from her room to the room where lovely golden-haired Maxine Storch uneasily awaited her "partner of the evening." She had been given a key and she now unlocked the door, entering quickly and locking it behind her. She smiled to see her "subject" seated on the bed, hands clasped, face taut with anxiety. "Good evening, Maxine dear," she purred. "We're going to be very good friends, I know. And you're going to obey me, aren't you, darling?"
"Yes, m'am."
The gray-haired woman strode toward the bed and viciously slapped Maxine's cheek. "You are to call me Mistress, you little whore! Now take off everything except your stockings and garterbelt and go down on your knees before me!"
Sniffling, Maxine hastily obeyed. Her dazzling white skin in contrast with her golden hair made the eyes of the dominatress glitter greedily, and when she observed the naked young beauty kneeling before her with clasped hands in prayer, she licked her lips and muttered, "Now I want you to undress me. Under my dress I've got a leather bodysheath on. You're going to learn how to homage it, my dear."
Carefully, Maxine drew off the woman's blue satin gown, and gasped as she saw a cinched-in black gleaming leather corselet which took the dominatress from the middle of her bubbies to the tops of her thighs with a gusset-piece covering her cunt. The woman was still handsome though angular, her lips thin and cruel, her eyes narrowed and dark. Now, she commanded, "Put your face to the floor and start licking and kissing my boots!" Under the gown, instead of pumps, she had worn knee-length black leather boots, and the sensual aura of that fabric emanated to Maxine's nostrils as she groveled before the dominatress.
"When the golden-haired beauty had performed that task, the next comment was, "You've been a vsry naughty girl at the start, and you haven't shown me enough respect. Don't you think that deserves a spanking?" And when Maxine blushingly nodded, the dominatress pursued, "Then ask me for it!"
"Please, M-Mistress, will you pi-please give me a sp-spanking for being impert-impertinent to you?" Maxine quavered.
"With the greatest pleasure in the world! Now get yourself over my lap and put your hands down and hold the leg of the chair and don't you dare let loose or you'll regret it," the woman hissed.
She had seated herself in a tall hard straight backed chair, and Maxine now hastily drapped herself over the woman's lap, blushing and closing her eyes, reaching for the rung of the chair and gripping it tightly to sustain herself. The woman's arm pitted around the satiny bare waist, her right palm now passed over Maxine's flinching white-skinned asscheeks, and then she began to spank. Very slowly and stingingly, but not with excessive cruelty. Maxine began to thank her lucky stars that she was getting off so easily. But it was only just beginning.
After about forty stinging spanks, the Lesbian dominatress compelled poor squirming and sniffling Maxine to shift herself forward so that her bottom was just on the edge of the woman's lap, forcing the young beauty to balance herself with her palms on the floor. Then, reaching out and with her left arm round the girl's waist, and having picked up a leather-covered pingpong paddle which she had brought along in her suitcase, she proceeded to give Maxine thirty good stinging smacks, each of which she made the sobbing golden-haired victim count out. Before she had undertaken this plan of erotic assignation, Jennifer Danton had hired workmen from a neighboring. town (who would not be likely to dawdle and gossip in Kentley where Sheriff Hawkins might hear about it) to soundproof the four rooms in which her "stable girls" would be quartered. Hence there was no danger that any of the other students in the house would overhear Maxine's sobbing cries and entreaties for mercy.
Maxine next had to kiss the paddle and thank the dominatress for the punishment. Then she was obliged to remove the corselet, and to kneel down and gamahuch the gray-haired woman. To be sure, Maxine had hoped that she would have a man, for she had already lost her cherry at the age of sixteen and had had many flirtations and near-affairs before her uncle and aunt had finally shipped her out of Indiana to Jennifer Danton's school, hoping that the discipline there would cure her of her nymphomania. Therefore for Maxine it was not a particularly pleasant evening-and it was going to get still more unpleasant before the time the client had paid for had run out.
"Go open my suitcase now, you little bitch, and you can call me Mama Eva from now on. In my suitcase, you'll find a black narrow case. Bring it here to me at once!" the woman ordered.
She stood naked in gloves and boots, her body sweating and tangy with the scent of her uncontrollable desires. Maxine shivered at the cruelty of those narrowed eyes, but hastened to obey in the hopes that perhaps she might elicit a more tender manifestation from the "client." When she handed "Mama Eva" the case on her knees, she was shocked to discover that when the woman opened it, an artificial dildo with web straps to be secured around her waist was in the case. Calmly and mockingly, the dominatress fitted it about her loins, and then commanded, "Now get on the bed on all fours and spread your legs as widely as you can, bitch. I'm going to fuck you good. Miss Danton tells me that you like that."
Sobbing now, and very much afraid, Maxine slowly took the pose required. The pink lips of her cunt gaped and yawned, framed by the thick golden curls of her pussyfleece. Her bottom was flaming and swollen, and it stood out against the unusual whiteness of those round firm thighs in a manner that made the Lesbian imperatrix almost overwhelmed by her ungovernably perverse lust.
Strapping the dildo to her loins, the white plastic organ studded, as poor Maxine could now plainly see, with tiny whorls and nubs and little points, the dominatress clambered into bed and, gripping Maxine's luscious firm white titties, crushed the sobbing girl's mouth to silence as she thrust the brutal replica of maleness into Maxine's tender tight young cunthole.
The girl's frantic squirmings and wrigglings excited her, and she began to pinch and squeeze Maxine's bottom and titties, stroking the unfortunate beauty just as if she were a man.
When that was over, instead of giving her victim a moment's rest, the dominatress com manded her to lick and kiss the dildo and then put it back in the case, then come back to bed at once, and stretch out on her back once more.
This being done, she then proceeded to tie Maxine's wrists and ankles to the bedposts, straddling her hugely. Now, taking a feather and a pair of tweezers from another little case inside her suitcase, she lay on her side at the sobbing, sweating naked golden-haired victim's left and began to amuse herself by first tickling the insides of Maxine's thighs and her pussy and belly with the feather and then cruelly pinching those very same places. Finally, her insatiable lust led her to fling herself over the weeping girl and to grind her cunt to Maxine's until she had her furious climax.
But Jane Dolliver experienced no happier an assignation with the portly gray-haired business executive from Chicago. Forced to report to him down in the basement, and ordered to wear just a black nylon petticoat and matching bra and panties, garterbelt and charcoal-brown nylons and highleeled pumps, she appeared, very pale and trembling.
She found him already waiting for her, naked in his sandals, swinging a leather paddle which he had taken from a metal locker the key to which Jennifer Danton had given him along with the one which led to the basement and the punishment equipment.
He made Jane crawl to him on her knees, fondle his prick and kiss it lovingly and promise to be a good obedient slavegirl. Then she was obliged to remove her slip and petticoat, and then slip her panties down to her knees to go over his lap as he sat on the footstool. He too shifted her as the woman had done with Maxine, till she was obliged to palm herself on the floor, her bottom tilted up and her legs even higher, an insecure position which agonized her and forced all her muscles into stress, thereby adding to the torment of the spanking.
He made her count out thirty spanks, and she sobbed and wailed but remembered to count out each. Her bottom flaming and red, she was then made to kneel down again before him and suck him off. Next, taking her by the earlobe, he marched her to the sawhorse and ordered her to get astride it. Tying her wrists and ankles to the legs, he now took a light springy rattan with a crooked-grip handle down from a peg in the wall where the rest of the varied whipping instruments were hung. Then he began to cane her with short little flicks, all over her naked bottom and upper thighs. Pausing, he unhooked the garterbelt and rolled her stockings down to her ankles and began to switch her calves and lower thighs. Jane Dolliver yelled and screamed and begged for mercy, swearing that she would do anything he wanted if he would only stop whipping.
But she might as well have talked to the Sphinx. Gloating over her suffering, he continued to flick her, now moving all around the horse and stinging the outside curves of her titties which jiggled and reddened deliciously. Her shoulders, neck, back and calves came in for their full share of the cane, till she was feverishly wriggling, grinding her chafed young cunt against the sharp triangulated ridge of the sawhorse.
Once again he moved to her, feeding her mouth his prick as he stood there with hands on hips, the cane lying on her back to remind her of the danger of disobedience. Jane Dolliver tearfully but diligently sucked him off. Then he resumed the cane, alternating it with a few occasional handspanks which had Jane in hysterical tears, frantic at the prolongation of her suffering.
Then he told her he was going to open up the cheeks of her bottom and cane her right on her bumhole, and the horrified young beauty implored him to do anything he wanted except that, swearing she would be the best girl he ever had if he would only spare her that. In return, he gave her about twenty more cuts of the cane all over her flaming behind, and then, yawning open the livid cheeks, buggered her dry.
It was true that on this particular night the two girls had earned for Jennifer Danton the handsome sum of five hundred dollars (including the extra hundred for the use of the basement equipment), of which they would get a third. It seemed an extremely lucritive adventure, and Jennifer Danton had already made a number of phone calls and sent several registered special delivery letters to those names in her little black book. Indeed, it looked prosperous for the future. But even Jennifer Danton could not have foreseen what was to happen to her carefully laid plan.