It seemed that diffidence wrestled with duty in his heart and was almost the victor. Then he looked a the sly seductive figure of Michele and his tongue ran upon his lips. In short, he accepted the invitation. A study was at once set aside for him, a mullion-windowed room of buttoned leather and polished mahogany which looked out upon the summer meadow of buttercups and white may. Michele was told to report herself there, which she did with a lewd and impudent grin, a flick back of the sweep of brown hair from her forehead. In her white singlet and the washed blue of tight denim she tapped at the door. Once he had her in the room, Lord Augustus was able to examine her lithe and agile young figure even before undressing her, for that was his privilege. Standing behind her, his hands curving round her body, he was able to feel the budding swell of Michele's breasts through the warm cotton of the singlet. His words to her, overheard by those who cared for him, told their own story. He exercised his right as moral guardian to draw the singlet up at the front and smooth his hand over her young belly. Then his fingers slid down into the front of her pants, Michele bucking and squirming as his lordship's fingers fondled her pubic fleece and parted the lips of her young puss. Presently, he sat down in a leather chair, obliged her to stand close with her back to him, and observed how the tight jeans-seat moulded the lithe round cheeks of Michele's bum. The sight must have provoked him greatly. “You lewd little bitch, Michele!” he gasped passionately. “You shall have your knickers off in a moment and learn a lesson or two in discipline before you leave this room!” Those who eavesdropped upon the encounter were vastly assured by this. At last Lord Augustus was talking in the accents of one of England's moral educators, it seemed certain that he was now safe from the snares which such young sluts of the lower orders are always preparing for innocent young fellows of his sort. He undid the waist of the denim pants himself and drew them down, making fifteen-year-old Michele stand there before him in her underwear for several minutes while he examined her with eyes and hands. He did not hurry himself, knowing that he might prolong the punishment session for as long as he pleased. Presently he was weary of feeling her arse and hips through the white cotton web. He pulled down Michele's fifth-form knickers and gazed eagerly upon the challenge to moral discipline which she now offered. To punish hastily or in anger is never to be recommended and Lord Augustus used the interval to become better acquainted with the culprit. He obliged Michele to kneel before him at his leather chair while he questioned her about past acts of furtive randiness with lads of her own kind. To confirm the extent to which she had tasted depravity, he commanded her to suck him, saying that he was sure she had done it often enough before for some young ruffian or other. It is a sad reflection of the prevailing cynicism in England's public life that many malcontents and radicals might accuse our noble young magistrate of making Michele suck upon his stiffened penis and work her tongue about its engorged knob merely for lewd satisfaction. How different is the truth-and how little understood by our moral and social inferiors! Repugnant though it was to him to see Michele suck and lick, the slant of silky brown hair falling like a veil upon the scene, Lord Augustus obliged himself to submit to the ordeal in order to test the extent of her criminality. The skill with which Michele sucked up and down the shaft of hardened gristle, holding only the base to prevent it going too far into her throat, offered him no consolation. The artful manner in which she worked her agile young tongue under his foreskin and round the vent of his penis moved him only to dismay. One heard this from his gasps. “You lewd little slut, Michele!… You randy little piece!… Oh, you shall be whipped for this-” Had he merely been a sensualist, he would have spilt his sperm over her tongue and down her throat. This was far from the case, for he restrained himself admirably and held back the torrent of passion.
Obliging her to stand up, he next had Michele lying on the sofa where he examined with great care the state of things between her legs.
Here, too, he was most thorough in testing her moral responses to the intrusion of a warm phallus. Indeed, he was more than justified by the result as he worked his stiffness in and out between her spread thighs. Who could doubt the moral response? We heard her, through teeth that clenched and ground with animal excitement, Michele groaning randily, “Fuck… Oh, fuck… Shit… Bollocks… Shit…
Fuck… Shit!” The moral niceness of Lord Augustus may be observed by the fact that he again restrained himself from spending.
Indeed, the consequences might have been graver, involving a swollen belly for Michele! Getting up from the leather sofa, he left Michele lying there and made her wait for what he was going to do to her. He had positioned her on her side, her back to the room, though she soon flicked aside the slant of brown hair and looked over her shoulder with sardonic lasciviousness in her crude young mouth and narrowed eyes. The white singlet ended at her waist, leaving her pale skin bare from that point down to her feet. She lay there looking like the most vulgar child of Venus. Her hind cheeks are trim and resilient as befits her youth, yet they fill to deliciously taut round globes when she touches her toes or thrusts her seat out. A woman's lines are emergent in that part of her figure. One cannot blame Lord Augustus for giving such long and loving attention to the bare rounded pallor of Michele's agile young bottom! With a truly randy young fifth-form girl there was no need to use threats or reprimand. An aristocratic finger dipped in vaseline-and he became Michele's teacher! The little vamp was instructed to turn over on her belly a moment and raise her trim young behind towards him. There were gasps and expressions of alarm from Michele at what he was doing to her young backside. But these were surely slanders to compromise him.
To be sure, the sofa creaked in a steady rhythm but that was the girl's restlessness. His lordship gasped with the exertion of instructing the young pupil. He was giving her a lesson in female anatomy, a most worthy endeavour. He remarked that the pussy-flesh between her legs was soft, that Michele's anus was thrillingly tight, and that no amount of sperm would engender an infant in her rear. But these are mere matters of scientific fact. Yet his words would be wilfully misconstrued by our country's enemies. The truth is shown by his moral resolve. After a dish of Earl Grey tea he made Michele bend over the study desk. For a moment she tried to argue and resist. The little slut even threatened to tell tales of the past hour's antics if he attempted to thrash her. Lord Augustus met the challenge easily. He informed her that she would be in no position to tell tales anywhere for the next five years. That was the term of reformatory life which he proposed to add to her stay in that place-as its trustee and as a magistrate-for the obvious lewdness and contempt for propriety which he had found in her this afternoon. When she was twenty, she might tell what tales she wished-if she could find anyone who would bother to listen. He allowed her one choice only. Michele might either bend over the desk of her own accord or be strapped down by two of the servants. She did as she was told and he drew the singlet hem up above her waist, until Michele's hips and backside were completely bare. He went to the cupboard and chose a prison bamboo which was wickedly long and supple. At the same time he took care to leave the study door ajar, for there was everything to be gained by letting the rest of us see what a severe moralist he could be. You may be sure that, as she lay forward on the broad desk, Michele had twisted her face round anxiously to watch him, the hair swept aside, the brown eyes and pale complexion a study in fright. One could see her roused little cunt between the rear of her firm young thighs, and the pale cheeks of the girl-pupil's bottom were presented in a womanly posture.