“In here, the headmistress added, when a fault has been committed, the pupils are not deprived from this or that. Nature gave those children certain advantages and it is your duty to use, and abuse, of those charms to inflict the chastisement that you will judge adequate. As fare as you are concerned, the same treatment will be applied to you every time that I will judge it necessary to help you to become the exceptional being that you must become. You all have an equal status between teachers, supervisors, and all the members of my staff-None of your colleagues could pretend that she escaped the biting of the whip, or the lash, or the piano stool. You will have to let that idea penetrate your mind so that you will abandon any intention of decency in front of them…”
Then she took Monique in a narrow corridor up to a room where a pleasant young woman was expecting them:
“Nine, you will give Miss Monique an uniform for the first visit and the meeting with her colleagues… You will also take her measurements for the other uniforms.”
The headmistress then disappeared and soon Monique found herself as naked as the day of her birth, in front of the thoughtful woman, whose luscious eyes told the lubric desire as clearly as words. Half caressing her, she put black silk stockings, high heel shoes, and a very short velvet dress, that stopped high above the knees it had a little leather belt, very tight around the thin waist. At the least movement the legs showed nearly completely, and when she was walking one could see the black garters and a little bit of white flesh above the black stockings. She posed the little black velvet cap on Monique's head, locked at the alluring charm that it gave to the young face, and drawing Monique close to her, sat her on her knees. She seized her by her wrists and said, ”…May I? It is a tradition here…” and between her lips she caught one of the erected nipples.
She stopped when she heard Monique's surrexcited moans… She took the young girl in her arms and gave her a long kiss on the mouth while her fingers were testing the young girl's virginity. When she heard the little cry of pain and surprise she whispered:
“Too bad… Look what you could have received, absorbed in you…”
From a chest of drawers she pulled a hard phallus, covered with dark blue velvet. Suddenly anxious, Monique got away, and that movement surprised the girl. She shrugged her shoulders, as if she could not care less, and tightened a black silk bodice around Monique's torso. It covered the breasts and the black, but was very deeply opened in front and the base and round contour of the breasts were visible. Then the seamstress rung a bell and a servant brought Monique back to the headmistress's office.
Then she visited the house, and she was introduced to all the teachers in their different classes. The teachers were all young girls, whose faces were more or less effeminated. The pupils were not too many: the prices operated a selection in the choice of the pension. The “Juniors” were wearing a black short and a white shirt with short sleeves. The “seniors” aged between 5 and 16 wore a flared and very short skirt that stopped at the middle of their thighs… Black silk stocking, varnished shoes, and a little black cardigan. The cardigan was made of a very thin material some kind of jersey, that let see, and even emphasized the already round curves of the young girls… A little white leather belt was accentuating the slimness of the waist and a little white collar putting a fresh note under the young faces. On their head they all had the same type of little hat with the hair puffing around it. They were all wearing a certain type of panties that only covered the pubis and left the buttocks naked. The sight of those girls, in natural poses, displaying under their short skirts their naked thighs between the black stockings and the little panties, was very exciting…
The teachers were dressed like Monique, but no pants were veiling heir most intimate parts. They were sitting on a little platform where was also a blackboard a leather armchair and in one corner a little table. The children, during the lectures could admire the underclothes of their teachers. The punishments were given privately in front or by the headmistress and always in front of the teachers who wanted to be present.
During the pauses, the pupils were often going by little groups, or two by two and it was easy to see the lesbian affinities existing between the young girls. The mistress had her own court of worshippers, but during the day, all caresses were strictly forbidden and any disobedience was severely punished the very same evening. But at night, on the contrary, everything was allowed.
In the class that was going to be hers, Monique was listening to the lecture made by a suppliant teacher. She could see the excitement grow in the eyes of her pupils while the children were watching her legs and her intimacy, and getting more excited each time that she was opening her legs a little bit wider. After the evening meal of the children, they were left under the control of the supervisors and the teachers were together in a separate lounge. Monique then got more acquainted with her colleagues all pleasant looking as a rule… The dresses were covering, or unveiling, the most exquisite treasures, the biggest variety of types, shapes, carnations… Among the most beautiful breasts, Monique was really the goddess… And by the end of the meal she had to expose her bosom and undergo, while her colleagues were holding her wrists the quadruple sucking of her nipples…
When retiring to her bedroom she found little Gisele in her bed… According to the tradition, the young supple body was to be her bedpartner for the night… Each night a different pupil was at the disposal of the mistress, and soon between the white linen civered walls of the little room came the voluptuous sighs of Monique sucked with a rare mastery by the young but expert mouth…
As days passed by, Monique found herself one night the “guest” of the headmistress. That happened to all the teachers. Littler dinner, just the two of them. Alone with that delightfully undressed woman, then farniente on the vast couch where soon both bodies, completely naked, indulged into the most fascinating caresses… in those moments, there was no superior or employee, the headmistress was rivalling in vice with her inferior, trying to test the physical possibilities of her partner. In her voluptuous ecstasy, Monique felt the bite of the lash of a little whip, her buttocks shivered under the slapping, spanking, and pinching of an alert and expert hand. A sweet drowsiness came in her, and she thought that she loved that kind of pleasure… She only turned over when the headmistress, taking a leather whip, slashed it across the sensitive bottom and hurt her flesh… But also, what a reward, that delightful sucking, and the curious finger trying to force its way in her asshole in a sweet and intense caress. The second time, the headmistress changed her method, and before any pleasure, Monique had to support the consequences of the mistress's passion for flagellation… It is only when her ass was nothing but a painful and reddened sphere that Monique could receive on her sex, in her sex, the sucking that quieted all sufferings and gave a sense to the pains that she just endured. The headmistress taught her the most provocating poses and taught her also to present her bottom in such a way that her intimacy was presented daringly from any side… What was her purpose? Monique only knew it later, but when the headmistress introduced in her ass various kind of nozzles, she revived the deep sensations of her rape, and of her sodomization by Max… Guessing in Monique exceptional qualities, the headmistress had her by her side more often than her turn, and one night she told her:
“Tonight, a certain number of friends of mine will come, you will join us, this is for you to be better dressed.
An the same night, Monique, dressed in a very short, like the pupils, her legs molded in flimsy black silk stockings, her torso revealed by an outrageously clinging bodice of the same black silk, with a little black mask on her face, just underlining the slanted almonds of her eyes, walked in a lounge with the headmistress… She stopped, taken aback, in the room were a middle aged man, and a rather plump woman, all dress in black, the man also wore a mask.