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.
Monique, with an uncertain trouble growing in her, had to serve the coffee on a low table that obliged her to offer her rotundities under the high-lifted dress.
The room was silent, and a touch of luxury was everywhere in the air. A few liquors 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 offered flesh.
She was turned over and her flat stomach, her velvety pubis appeared in front of the greedy eyes of the couple… The skirt fell back, but from the unbuttoned bodice the two breasts surged, erected and hard… shivering under the headmistress's fingers. The skirt, unhooked too, fell on the ground… Monique, naked, was offered to the lubric contemplation of the guests, pushed against them, thrown over the couch where two greedy mouths sucked immediately at her breasts. Voluptuousness was coming violent, brutal, in Monique's body, while she felt her legs being separated, opened and the headmistress's mouth sucking at her cunt. She did not see that the man, and his partner were undressing, emerging from her drowsiness 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 strapped her on her back with leathers straps. Riding on the woman's belly she started a slow, and strong malaxation cruel and painful, so strong was the grip of her fingers on the soft flesh… The breasts were enormous, a little to soft perhaps, with long and thick nipples… The headmistress was felling her hands with them, pinching the nipples with all her force pulling, distorting, flapping the heavy teats one against the other, with a soft flap sound the globes were thrusted against each other… And in the room came the hoarse and continuous song of love.
With a good part of anxiety, Monique whose nipples were delicately titillated by the man's agile tongue, wondered how the woman could endure such a torture, and resist the terrible embrace, the torso was undulating in all directions as if trying to escape the pitiless hands of her sweet tormentor… and from the distorted mouth came an atrocious rattle that did not stop the fury of the headmistress…
Claudie Nerval, her eyes shining diabolically was passionately torturing the offered breasts, and lubric and meaningless words escaped 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, the hands were harder, drier, and hurt more… Her flesh was irradiated by the soft fever that came under the skin, by the obscene posture, by the complete submission in which she felt herself falling and abandoning all restraint. Suddenly terrible cries came in the room where the lashes of Claudie's whip were torturing in a dreadful embrace the breasts of the woman.
In a strange trouble, Monique more and more excited, could see the lashes crashing on the delicate flesh of the breasts… Those were rolling from one side to another the tips were stretched under the lashes that pulled the nipples, uplifting the whole huge mass of the globes… Monique could hardly feel the more and more ardent flogging of the man who was cleverly handling his whip… She was opening her thighs according to his desire, unconscious of the lubricity of her pose, and of the show that she was to him, she was just listening to the moans of the tortured woman that raised, parallel to hers, in the room. A savage beat was hammering 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 the mouth was giving the 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 vaselined nozzle too soon withdrawn… She felt another 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 the pucked little mouth, thrusting itself deep in it, and the flesh was sliding in her own flesh. Palpitating flesh shivering and trembling in her desire contracted belly… The sound of the man's belly on her buttocks while hand were caressing her flanks…
And the woman's voice, once again tortured on her breasts… Hollering:
“Fuck her, Jacques… Impale her… Be my vengeance my love… Aaah… Ooooh…”
And the whizzz of the whip that caresses, embraces the burning breasts, covered with dark blue streaks…
The man rattles his pleasure by Monique's ear… She gives herself with rage to the lubric sodomization… Enjoying the pleasure, moaning with luxury, contracting herself on the pole, as if she wanted to withhold it in her, squeezing it in her muscled and slimy sheath up to the hilt, till the spasm finally comes and frees her from her pleasure… The man splurts in her his burning sap and falls upon her, while, in a last blow Claudie brings a few drops of blood on the nipples of the tortured bosom of the woman… Naked, Monique ran to her room, where she remained prostrated with shame but the cool caress of a childish mouth soon erased all remorse and slowly put her to sleep…
As day went by, Monique watched the punishments of certain pupils in front of the headmistress. Erotic spankings in fact that always let the child in a greater excitation than the pain resented from the biting of the lightly handled whip…
Then one night, with her colleagues she was ordered to Claudie, she then witnessed the punishment of Maria, teacher in latin… Strong creature, without great beauty, whose heavy breasts ware slightly hanging down on her torso, plump bottom with its deep slit she was naked except for her stockings and high heel shoes. The room discreetly lit boy one lamp, was perfectly silent, from the ceiling hanged two ropes with leather bracelets, against the wall at the opposite side of the room; Maria's hands were tightened into the contraption and the suddenly pulled up ropes lifted her arms up. She was like a flesh Y hanging from the ceiling. Her legs were also separated, and widely opened with two other leather bracelets that were fixed to the ground, she then looked more like an X. Maria was offered to the looks of her colleagues, standing up, her belly slightly protruding, with its deep and long navel in the center, and the nearly hairless pubis, but with a round aspect and thick lips…
In front of her, Claudie sat on a chair, and, at a signal, three young girls placed themselves by Maria's side. Two of them were sucking at her breasts, the other one was slowly caressing her flanks, her thighs, her buttocks, slowly provoking a terrible excitation in the girl's body.
“Then, whispered Claudie, little Maria, you refuse to let your colleagues caress you?”
Maria, softly moaning with voluptuousness, was bending in her ties, at a signal the girls stopped their caresses, and Claudie, taking a whip with thin lashes placed herself by Maria's side and started flogging the young girl's heavy teats.
