“It will be the same for you tomorrow, if the seamstress has enough time to finish it,” replied the supervisor.
Then she left Monique, after giving her a last, greedy look, contemplating with astonishment and wonder the perfection of the young girl's figure.
Monique was awakened by the shoutings of the children in the park. It was late, and she was feeling self- conscious. The sun was shining and gave the whole house a charming aspect. She washed herself and made up cautiously, and soon somebody came to take her to the headmistress through the long, empty dormitories.
She found herself facing a young woman, hardly thirty-five, more than pretty, with her brown hair pulled back and done in a chignon on the nape of her neck, with a fringe to soften the contour of her forehead. She had delicate and handsome features. Her slightly gray eyes had a cruel look that did not go with the shapely mouth, or its sensuous lips. The slim yet muscled body, was dressed in a kind of long-sleeved bodice, made of black silk, that molded in a provocative way the shape of the torso clinging to each curve, and Monique had to admit that the breasts were exceptionally firm and high. The V decollete went curiously down to the belt, passing between the two round breasts. The skirt, very short, stopped far higher than the knees and covered the lower part of the body and the upper part of the thighs. The legs were propped out of the silky material of the dress and were of perfect shape. Black silk stockings and high heel shoes completed the headmistress' attire.
Sylvie Merval welcomed Monique very kindly, asked her about her first night in the house, and her trip. While speaking to Monique, the headmistress let her eyes wander over the young girl's charms. She noted appreciatively the curve of her legs, and letting her eyes look between the legs where the knees were unveiled by the short skirt, she tried to see the mysterious corners of her femininity. Since Sylvie had just received a letter from her friend, Max, regarding Monique, she knew what a hot voluptuous temper the girl had.
She told Monique about the schedules and the kind of studies that the institution offered the pupils. She also talked about the discipline that she expected from everyone-the children as well as the masters. Monique, in the beginning, would have to be in charge of the science classes for the youngest girls.
“In here,” the headmistress added, “when a fault has been committed, the pupils are not deprived of this or that. Nature gave those children certain advantages and it is your duty to use and abuse those charms to inflict the chastisement that you will judge adequate. As far as you are concerned, the same treatment will be applied to you every time that I judge it necessary to help you to become the exceptional being that you must become. You all have equal status between teachers, supervisors, and all the members of my staff.”
Then she took Monique into a narrow corridor and up to a room where a pleasant young woman was expecting them.
“Nine, you will give Miss Monique a uniform for the first visit 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 of her desire as clearly as words. Half caressing her, she put on 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, enjoying 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 1? It is a tradition here…” and between her lips she caught one of the erected nipples.
She stopped when she heard Monique's excited moans. She took the young girl in her arms and gave her a long kiss on the mouth while her fingers tested 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 moved away, and that movement surprised the girl, who 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 back, but was very deeply opened in front, and the round contour of the breasts were visible. Then the seamstress rang 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. The pupils were not too many. The “Juniors” were wearing black shorts and a white shirt with short sleeves. The “Seniors,” aged between 15 and 16, wore a flared and very short skirt that stopped at the middle of their thighs, black silk stockings, varnished shoes, and a little black cardigan. The cardigan was made of a very thin material-some kind of jersey-that let you see, and even emphasized the already round curves of the young girls. A little white leather belt accentuated the slimness of the waist and a little white collar accented the young faces. On their heads 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 their 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. During the lectures the children could admire the underclothes of their teachers. Any 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 moved about in little groups, or two by two, and it was easy to see the lesbian affinities existing between them. 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 supplement teacher. She could see the excitement grow in the eyes of her pupils while the children were watching her legs and her intimate parts, and getting more excited each time she opened her legs a little bit wider. After their evening meal, the children were left under the control of the supervisors and the teachers gathered in a separate lounge. Monique then got more acquainted with her colleagues — all pleasant looking. The dresses were covering or unveiling the most exquisite treasures, the biggest variety of types and shapes. Among these with 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 a girl named Gisele in her bed. According to the tradition, the young supple body was to be her bed partner for the night. Each night a different pupil was at the disposal of the mistress, and soon between the white, linen covered walls of the little room came the voluptuous sighs of Monique being sucked with a rare mastery by the young and expert mouth.
As days passed by, Monique found herself one night the “guest” of the headmistress. That happened to all the teachers. A little dinner, just the two of them. Alone with that delightfully undressed woman, then together on the vast couch, where both bodies, completely naked, soon indulged in the most fascinating caresses. In those moments there was no superior or employee, the headmistress was equal in vice to her inferior as she tried to test the physical capabilities of her partner. In her voluptuous ecstasy, Monique felt the bite of the lash of a little whip, and her buttocks shivered under the slapping, spanking, and pinching of an alert and expert hand. A sweet drowsiness came over 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 was 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 meaning to the pains that she just endured. The headmistress taught her the most provocative poses and taught her also to present her bottom in such a way that her intimacy was visible 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. Perceiving in Monique exceptional qualities, the headmistress had her by her side more often than was her turn, and one night she told her:
“Tonight, a certain number of friends of mine will come. You will join us.”
On the same night, Monique, dressed like the pupils-her legs molded in flimsy black silk stockings, her torso
