'And now?'
'Now you're slipping your hand behind… you're caressing my right buttock slowly… now you're caressing the left one… you're putting your finger in the middle… you're driving the material into it., now you're bringing your hand back between my thighs, you're tickling me,, you're pinching me… Mercy, Mistress, you're hurting me!'
Dorothea went on pinching with sadistic joy and Mabel had to submit, with tears in her eyes.
'That's enough,' the governess said at last. 'Lower down your skirts, I shall now submit you to a few exercises of obedience. I shall give you rapid orders and you must obey with the rapidity. And mind the whip!'
Then Miss von Berner started ordering her slave a whole series of movements which the unfortunate girl tried her best to carry out at once. She made her get on her knees, then flat down on her stomach, then stand up, back on her knees, stand up, down again on her stomach, and so on. As soon as Mabel was a little slow she received a stroke of the whip. This perverse game lasted a quarter of an hour. The merciless governess seemed to enjoy the game of cat and mouse. More than a hundred timed Mabel had to kneel down, stand up, crawl down, lie on her stomach kiss her mistress's feet. Dishevelled, bathed in sweat, she seemed exhausted when at last the mistress put an end to these cruet exercises.
'And now,' Dorothea said, 'you will learn to worship me. For you must understand that I don't want to dominate you only by the fear of the whip — I also want you to consider me as an exceptional creature, a sort of goddess whose shoes you are hardly worth kissing.'
She spoke with great pride, conscious of all her powerful authority. And Mabel was looking at her with fright and awe.
'Von must learn to love and to respect everything urn-rounding me or belonging to me; not only the different parts of my body, but also my clothes, my linen, my ornaments and everything on me. In the worship of every object, your brain will follow a morbid evolution and eventually you will end up by considering as sacred everything connected wily my person; just like a bitch who recognizes the perfume of her mistress, so you will soon know me by my perfumes, from the odour of my dresses to the most intimate ones of my body. And, to begin with, you will start; by lying down on your stomach and licking slowly my shoes, humbly, abjectly, from the tips up to the heels, without forgetting the soles!'
She punctuated her order with a lash of the whip and Mabel had to do as she was told. It was a strange spectacle indeed to see this attractive girl whose waist was squeezed narrowly, licking the red shoes of a, superb mistress who, comfortably sitting and with a cigarette in her mouth, lashed her without pity from time to time to stimulate her.
The humiliating licking of the shoes lasted a quarter of an hour. When Mabel's tongue had become all dry, the governess had another whim. She stood up, majestically, and forced her slave to kneel down.
'Now,' she ordered, 'you will kiss the hem of my dress, very humbly. Then you will lift up my skirt and put your head underneath. Then you will understand why I've a wide dress on — it is to keep you a prisoner under me so that you can worship my linen like the good slave you are. First, you will kiss my legs with passion, from the ankles up to the thighs. You will deposit a long kiss on each of my garters., then you will lick my bare thighs. Then you will kiss the hem of my drawers and all its surface first in front then behind. And above all you must understand that it is a great honour I'm doing you in allowing you to kiss my bottom. You must be trembling with emotion, ecstasies and respect and you must understand that the whip will punish you if ever you are not passionate enough in your caresses. Now, you can begin!'
Blushing with shame, Mabel prostrated herself and began by kissing the violently perfumed Spanish skirt. With a sigh, she then slipped under the dress. The material was light and did not prevent the light from traversing it. Imprisoned under Dorothea's skirt, Mabel could see distinctly all the details — the marvellous shaped legs, in silk stockings held up the flesh-coloured bare thighs and lost themselves like indiscreet snakes into the festoons of a small pair of pink silk panties tightened against the perfect rump of Dorothea. A violent perfume of luxurious linen and of intimacy filled the slave's nostrils. Already a strange heady sensation to was taking hold of her.
She kissed the soft legs, brushing with her lips the fine silk of the stockings. She did not forget to pay homage to the garters, whose steel buckles enrobed with pink satin hurt her teeth. She at last licked the sun-tanned skin of the thighs: under her busy supple tongue this skin seemed divine to her — firm and warm, it has a slight salty taste which she did not dislike at all. The girl at last reached up to the hem of the drawers. After having kissed them she gradually rubbed up her face against the governess's belly. She felt the beautiful fruit of love palpitate under her avid lips — it was hot and smelling wonderfully. Strange to say, far from displeasing her, this contact was infinitely pleasant to her; She really had the impression of being admitted into Dorothea's intimacy — it was an honour for her. Into her soul of a young girl masochism was taking root gradually; her submissive tongue brushed against the swelling material, under which was this secret flesh whose shape she tried unconsciously to reconstruct under the silk prison of the drawers.
Suddenly she heard above her the governess's voice which sounded so far away.
'Adore your mistress, Mabel! Learn to recognize my intimate odours which your nose must never forget! Kiss with respect thin linen which alone is worth more than all your body of a tamed girl! And now go round behind me without interrupting your tusk!'
Possessed by a strange ecstasy, the girl obeyed. Her face, under the drew, came into contact with the magnificent bottom of Dorothea. Never before had Mabel contemplated from so near this dominating seat which she had so far admired only through the governess's dresses. Now she had before her the two superb globes spreading oat from the middle cleft into which the silk of the panties penetrated. Under Miss von Burner's orders Mabel bad to kiss respectfully the buttocks one after the other and then to dip her face into their interstice. The governess took a sadistic pleasure in crashing between her tight buttocks the slave's pretty face, half smothering her and gorging her with abjection. For a long time she held her so, a prisoner, and the while she let out a stream of humiliating words. At last satisfied, she ordered Mabel to come out of her skirts.
The unfortunate girl was red and puffing, both scarlet with shame and trembling with a strange voluptuousness.
'And now,' Dorothea said sarcastically, 'to compensate a little the pleasure I've just given, you, I shall slap you severely!'
'But, Mistress, I haven't done anything!'
The young woman laughed.
'I know quite well that you haven't done anything. I'm not going to slap you as a punishment but only because I feel like it, because I enjoy it, that's all. And I demand that, after each slap, you should thank me nicely, to prove your submission!'
Before Mabel had recovered from her surprise, the governess had sat down and drawn towards herself by her ears the girl's face. With great violence she slapped her face and soon afterwards there wan the mark of her fingers visible in red.
'Now, what do you say?'
'Thank you, Mistress,' Mabel murmured.
Fifteen slaps succeeded the first one. The poor slave's face was crimson, almost purple; her ears were tingling and her cheeks were terribly sore. Suffering and sobbing, she bad nevertheless to thank fifteen times her torturer and kiss the hand that had beaten her.
'Everything! I can do everything I want with you!' Dorothea said with force. 'I consider you now a slave whom I despise more than the ground I tread. But your re-education is far from over: soon, Mabel, you won't be able to live without me, you will have lost the habit of doing by yourself the most elementary gestures of everyday life and you will answer my contempt with adoration!'
She stooped and spat on the floor.
'Lick it up at once!' she ordered, 'if you don't want the whip!'
With a moan of outraged dignity, Miss Sunway prostrated herself and licked serially the fresh saliva of her governess. The latter burst out laughing despisingly.
'That's good, you're a good bitch! Give me your hands so I can tie them up; the lesson is over! And go back to your room, Bridget will wash you and make you up for dinner!'
Half an hour later, the slave was bound on her horsehair seat, facing her mistress. And while the latter was enjoying a plentiful meal, Mabel had to be content which a tapioca soup, boiled noodles and an apple.
After dinner, the governess decided to have a little walk in the park, for the night was superb. She was walking slowly along the paths, smoking cigarettes and dragging behind her on a leash her slave. The poor English
