"Just the housekeeper looking after you, dear?" Miss Hilde asked kindly.
"She's very nice. She let's me do everything for myself, bathe, dress, everything." Instinct told me this information was important. Miss Hilde was not much over thirty. Ancient in a child's eye, but an attractive woman. I suppose, quite apart from the cane, I had a crush on her. She was avid but cautious.
"Do you bruise easily, Euphemia?"
"Yes, Miss Hilde, but they're gone in a couple of days."
"Hmmmm. Three weeks, you said?"
"Yes, Miss Hilde." I was breathlessly eager.
"Have you felt my caning of your hands beneficial to your general deportment, dear?"
"Oh yes, Miss Hilde, I'm terribly grateful." It was like a rehearsed play, but I don't suppose we could have managed it without the stilted preliminary. Besides, we loved every word.
"I do think punishment most helpful to a girl of your intelligence, Euphemia dear. I am considering taking you a step further than just the cane on your hands… a fresh perspective for you?"
"Oh, thank you, Miss Hilde! Oh, yes please." She was well ahead of me. The furthest I could see was six of the best on my bent over bottom. I was enchanted by the prospect and wondered if I'd get it on the bare.
"Do you think you could come to my apartment for a couple of hours this evening — for special coaching, of course?" So simple! I arrived early.
"I think it much the best if you are nude, dear."
"Take my clothes off!"
"Not shocked, I hope'?" I showed her how shocked I was by stripping bare as an egg in ten seconds flat. Miss Hilde locked the door.
"I think it would be nice if I cane your bottom for starters, dear. Don't you agree'?" I'd have agreed to anything. The gates of Enchantment had opened and I had entered. But "starters!" I was too shy to ask what might follow.
"Would you like me to touch my toes, Miss Hilde?" I asked helpfully.
"You are so sweet, and so innocent, dear." Miss Hilde, surprisingly, kissed me warmly. I was in a seventh heaven. Sight of the cords and bits of rope and the straps did nothing to lower my elevation. They simply made me gaspingly excited.
"Are you going to tie me up, Miss Hilde?"
"You want me to, don't you, dear?"
"Oh yes, oh please!" It was as though I was offered the Crown Jewels. The thought of Miss Hilde's strong adult fingers tightening bonds upon my newly aware female flesh had me in a ferment of sexual excitation. At the time I thought of it only as a form of affection for my teacher. At that moment I loved Miss Hilde with a frightening intensity.
"This nice little table is just right for you, Euphemia." I'll swear it was instinctive: I knew what to do. I draped my slight nudity upon the shining surface of the narrow table she had pulled to the center of the big room. My legs dangled over the end. My breasts were only just beginning, but when my nipples frictioned on the wood they sent an urgent signal to the fire between my legs. I had become a quivering nymphet. I have wondered since if Miss Hilde had the whole thing especially made, I fitted it so perfectly. The contoured pad beneath my hips was a surprise, but it too fed the fire. When my ankles were strapped to the back legs they were well clear of the carpet and left me slightly open. This openness was emphasized when the big strap went over the small of my back and was tugged tighter and tighter until I gasped. The effect was to make my pert small bottom rear itself demandingly upon the pad and to cause my puss to peek out backwards. I could not see it, but when Miss Hilde fingered it lovingly from the rear I knew for sure where it was. I didn't have a lot of hair then, just pouting lips.
"I do think it's best to have everything nice and tight, don't you dear." She kissed the back of my neck. The touch of her lips, coupled with the new strange immobility of my person below my waist and the thrust of the pad, just about drove me into incoherence. But I came up brightly with: "Oh, it's lovely, Miss Hilde. I can't move… down there." Once again Miss Hilde's wise fingers explored my protruding quim, entering its engorged lips. "Oh, naughty, naughty!" she exclaimed archly. "Such a wet little girl!" I almost exploded. She walked around the table and me several times as though assessing her work and my plight. I expect she was simply gloating and savouring the delectable tidbit I must have been. I got kissed again.