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 dressed in black. The man also wore a mask.
Monique, with an uncertain discomfort growing in her, had to serve the coffee on a low table that obliged her to show her rotundities under the high-lifted dress.
The room was silent, and a touch of luxury was everywhere in the air. A few drinks were enough to break Monique's resistance, and when the headmistress took her in her arms, lifting her dress and caressing and fondling her in front of the guests, she did not resist. She loved the cold breeze on her naked buttocks and the silent caress of the eyes on her flesh.
She was turned over and her flat stomach and velvety pubis appeared in front of the greedy eyes of the couple. The skirt fell back, and from the unbuttoned bodice the two breasts surged, erect and hard, shivering under the headmistress' fingers. The skirt, also unhooked, fell to the ground. Monique, naked, was offered to the contemplation of the guests, pushed against them, thrown over the couch, where two greedy mouths sucked immediately at her breasts. Passion arose violently in Monique's body, as she felt her legs being separated, opened, and the headmistress' mouth sucking at her cunt. She did not see that the man and his partner were undressing, but she felt their naked bodies against hers. But already the headmistress was reassuring her, and leaving her in the man's arms, took the woman to a narrow couch where she beat on her back with leather straps. Riding on the woman's belly she started a slow and strong caress, cruel and painful, so strong was the grip of her fingers on the soft flesh. The breasts were enormous, a little too soft perhaps, with long, thick nipples. The headmistress was feeling them with her hands, pinching the nipples with all her force, pulling, distorting, flapping the heavy teats one against the other. With a soft flapping sound the globes were thrust against each other. And in the room came the hoarse and continuous song of love.
Monique, whose nipples were being delicately titillated by the man's agile tongue, wondered how the woman could endure such a torture. Her torso was undulating in all directions as if trying to escape the pitiless hands of her sweet tormentor, and from her distorted mouth came an atrocious rattle that did not stop the fury of the headmistress.
Sylvie Merval, her eyes shining diabolically, was passionately torturing the offered breasts, strange and meaningless words escaping from her mouth. At last she stopped, leaving the woman motionless. She took two whips, gave the man the longest, and bending over Monique told her in a whisper:
“Darling, give your buttocks to his caresses so that I can whip her in exchange.”
She passionately kissed Monique's lips, and affectionately spanked her. Her hand was soon replaced by the man's hand. Monique shivered from her hair to her toes under the voluptuous blows. His hands were harder, drier, and hurt more. Her flesh was awakened by the soft fever that came under the skin, by the obscene posture, by the complete submission into which she felt herself failing, abandoning all restraint. Suddenly terrible cries came in the room where the lashes of Sylvie's whip were torturing the breasts of the woman.
Monique, more and more excited, could see the lashes falling on the delicate flesh of the breasts. They were rolling from one side to another, the tips stretched under the lashes that pulled the nipples, uplifting the whole huge mass of the globes. Monique could hardly feel the ardent flogging of the man who was cleverly handling his whip. She was opening her thighs according to his desire, unconscious of how lasciviously she was offering herself to him. She was just listening to the moans of the tortured woman. A savage beat was hammering at her temples, her ears were full of sounds that she had never heard before. She could hardly feel the man's finger insinuating between her buttocks, forcing the little opening of her anus, while his mouth gave her bottom little bites. She found herself kneeling by the side of the sofa, under the lash again, her bottom jutting, offered to the cool contact of a vase-lined nozzle too soon withdrawn. Then she felt other flesh against her most secret parts. By an instinctive movement of protection she put her hand to her sex, but already the hardened head of the man's prick was forcing itself into the puckered little mouth, thrusting itself deep in it, and the flesh was sliding into her own flesh, palpitating flesh shivering and trembling in her desire-contracted belly. The sound of the man's belly slapping against her buttocks resounded, while his hands caressed her flanks.
And the woman's voice, hollering: “Fuck her, Jacques! Impale her! Be my vengeance, my love! Aah! Ooooh…”
And the whiz of the whip that caresses, embraces the burning breasts, covering them with dark blue streaks.
The man rattled his pleasure into Monique's ear. She gave herself up to his savage sodomization. Enjoying the pleasure, moaning with luxury, contracting herself on the pole, as if she wanted to hold it in her, she squeezed it in her muscled and slimy sheath up to the hilt until the spasm finally came. The man spurted his burning sap in her and fell upon her, while, with a last blow, Sylvie brought a few drops of blood to the nipples of the tortured woman.
Naked, Monique ran to her room where she fell prostrate with shame, but the cool caress of a childish mouth soon erased all remorse and slowly put her to sleep.
As days went by, Monique watched the punishments of certain pupils in front of the headmistress. The erotic spankings always brought a child more excitement than pain, and they seldom feared the lightly handled whip.
Then one night, with her colleagues, she was ordered to Sylvie, and witnessed the punishment of Maria, the Latin teacher. A strong creature, without great beauty, she had heavy breasts that hung slightly low on her torso, and a plump bottom with a deep slit. She was naked except for her stockings and high heel shoes. The room, discreetly lit by one lamp, was perfectly silent; from the ceiling hung two ropes with leather bracelets near the wall at the opposite side of the room. Maria's hands were tightened into the contraption and then suddenly pulled up as the ropes lifted her arms. She was like a flesh Y hanging from the ceiling. Then her legs were also separated and widely opened with two other leather bracelets that were fixed to the ground, so that her body looked more like an X. Maria was thus offered to the scrutiny of her colleagues, standing up, her belly slightly protruding with its deep and long navel in the center, and the nearly hairless pubis.
In front of her, Sylvie sat on a chair, and at a signal, three young girls placed themselves by Maria's side. Two of them began sucking at her breasts while the other one slowly caressed her flanks, her thighs, her buttocks, slowly provoking a terrible excitation in the girl's body.
“Then,” whispered Sylvie, “little Maria, you refuse to let your colleagues caress you?”
Maria, softly moaning with the voluptuousness of the moment, was bending in her ties, and at a signal the girls stopped their caresses and Sylvie, taking a whip with thin lashes, placed herself by Maria's side and started flogging the young girl's heavy teats.
Like a puppet, Maria, held by the ropes, was unable to escape the whip's cruel biting. She trembled and quivered under the blows that were falling on her skin, harder and harder each time. Soft hissing of the whip against the painful skin. The three girls, hugged into each other's arms, were caressing their buttocks softly.
Louder and louder cries came in the room, and one could guess the pain of the convulsed girl. The erect nipples were sucked, licked, stretched by the lash, and became bigger and bigger. After two particularly hard blows Sylvie stopped, but it was only to take another stick and start hitting the bouncy buttocks. The leather seemed to disappear in the soft flesh, and the hissing of the whip ended in a mushy noise that was very exciting. Immediately after the shock the girl uttered a louder cry and distorted her body in the ropes of the contraption. The pain became unbearable and her moaning grew hoarser.
“Enough! Oooh! Enough! Not there… enough… enough!”
But Sylvie did not seem to get tired. Finally she let the girl rest and caressed her softly. Then she took another whip that was made of a multitude of thin, round, hard leather lashes. Behind the girl, stretched on her opened legs, she threw the whip from the ground to the ceiling, and the lashes went crashing on the half-opened cunt, their ends hurting the velvety pubis. A shout, a desperate try to draw back and the anguished woman felt the hard biting of the lashes insinuating between the curled lips of her sex.
Pitiless, Sylvie kept flogging with hard strokes the fragile and sweet flesh of those in-sides which only received soft caresses before. At each blow, the girl recoiled into the ropes, and undulated in the most voluptuous way in front of her colleagues. Each time the lashes fell on her pubis and it became a dark pink color; the erected clitoris, burning with pain, was emerging from the hot, yawning lips of her cunt.
At last Sylvie stopped the abominable flogging, sat down to contemplate the heavy breathing, nearly unconscious girl.
