Mabel

handlebar and her heel to the pedals!'

While Bridget was still holding the bicycle up, the two mistresses fixed the chain to Mabel's corset and tied up her hands; then they bent down to tie her feet to the pedals. In that movement, their dresses were lifted a little and their underclothes visible. Mabel noticed how huge Eva's bottom was, squeezed in a luxurious pink silk pair of panties.

At last everything was ready. Dorothea and her friend went into Eva's car, ready to follow Mabel during her ride. They had taken with them a long whip with a leather lash like those used in circuses when showing horses.

'And mind you stay always near the car,' Miss Crimpton recommended, 'if you don't want to be whipped to death after your ride!'

Then Bridget let go of the bicycle and Mabel started pedalling. From the car the two torturers watched her with sadistic joy. From time to time Dorothea lashed the bare legs of the slave.

'Faster!' she cried, ''your head held up and your back erect! Obey, Mabel, or else beware!'

The poor girl was suffering horribly. For more than half an hour she was forced to pedal without stop through the walks of the park. She was sweating profusely and her corset was crushing her most painfully, obliging her to stand erect. But, above all, it was behind that was hurting her. It was all bloody. When, now and then, her skirt flew up with the wind, Dorothea took advantage of it by lashing the bared buttocks with her long whip.

At last the mistresses called a halt.

'But I can't alight,' Mabel moaned, 'I'm tied up!'

'Well, what about it, stupid, there's some moss at the edge of the path; just you let yourself fall down on it!'

Her nerves taut with fear, the girl obeyed. She fell heavily to the ground, still tied to her bicycle and bruising her right thigh and arm in the process.

They left her thus for long minutes without bothering about her. The two friends, in the car, were chattering amiably. At last, Dorothea got up and walked up to her victim. Taking a handkerchief out of her purse she wiped up the sweating cheeks of the slave and made her blow her nose, which was running. Then she ordered her to ride again. She lifted up the girl and the bike and placed her in the right direction on the path.

For another half hour Mabel had to pedal without a minute's rest, lashed by her mistress's whip, and with their cruel laugh ringing at her ears.

When she arrived at the castle, poor Mabel was half fainting with fatigue. She let herself fall on the gravel path with her bicycle. The two women went in without bothering about her and it was only half an hour later that Bridget went to deliver Mabel from her uncomfortable position.

The slave was so tired and trembling that, exceptionally, she was exempted from waiting at table on her mistresses. She was made to lie down on a bed and she slept until two o'clock, and, during her sleep, she sighed now and then, and sobbed and shuddered nervously.

After a hasty meal, Mabel was dressed up again and her hair arranged, then Bridget strapped her up tightly. Then, freshly made up, she was led to her mistress's who were having coffee in the drawing-room.

Fat Eva Crimpton contemplated her with a cruel smile.

'Come here, my girl!' she called. 'Come and kneel down before me!'

Mabel having obeyed, she took her by the ears, forcing her to lift up her head.

'Well,' she asked, 'do you feel more disciplined now? Is your behind still hurting you after that good ride on the bicycle?'

'Oh, yes, Your Honour,' Mabel whispered, with despair in her eyes.

'So much the better. We shall make you ride every day.'

She addressed Dorothea.

'Really, darling, your slave is most charming, and I really feel like using her a little. Would you lend her to me for to-night?'

'But of course, Eva. Mabel will be led to your room at the time you please and will be at your disposal for an long as you like, won't you, slave?'

'Yes, Divine Mistress.'

'Pull out your tongue!' Miss Crimpton ordered with a lecherous smile.

Mabel's velvety pink tongue shot out from her painted lips. Eva pinched it between her fingernails, pulled it out to the maximum and caressed it voluptuously with her fingers.

'This tongue looks like being the right size for what I want it to do,' she told Dorothea with a knowing wink.

The beautiful governess burst out laughing.

'Yes, indeed,' she said, amused. 'So you still have your special tastes, have you?'

'I certainly do,' the fat woman replied with tranquil lack of modesty, 'I don't feel any pleasure on the front side, and, in my school, I've admirably taught one of my pupils to caress me according to my wishes. I have even lengthened and narrowed her tongue with special apparatuses. I always had that girl beside me wherever I went and she was ready, at the lash of a whip, to creep underneath my skirts. And, at night, to have her better at my disposal, I used to make her sleep in a huge night-table near my bed.'

Dorothea von Berner laughed.

'Oh, Eva, you'll never change!'

'But,' Hiss Crimpton went on, 'I'm beginning to be tired of her and I think I'm going to give her to one of my girl-friends, and, as for me, I shall teach a brand-new girl to be of service to my behind.'

During the whole time she had been speaking she had not let go of Mabel's tongue, which she pawed nervously. And the girl wondered with anguish what was the meaning of that strange talk.

'Get up now!' Miss Crimpton ordered at last, 'and remain there motionless, with your heels together and your head erect, until I need you again.'

The English girl having obeyed, the fat mistress examined her with attention.

'Higher, your head, higher!' she said dryly. 'A slave must be arched completely and her eyes must look up at the ceiling, just like a well-groomed valet. Dorothea, my darling, you should let her wear a discipline bit to teach her to lift up her head better.'

'I know, Eva, but I haven't got one.'

'But I've got some! Since you told me that you had a girl-slave here. I brought with me a few instruments of discipline in my suitcases. Mabel!..'

'Your Honour?'

'Go to my room. There, you'll find on a table, a steel and leather instrument, similar to a home-bit. Bring it to me!'

'But my hands are tied, Your Honour!'

'Well, take it in your teeth, stupid. Go on and don't discuss!'

Two minutes later, the slave came back with the instrument. It was the exact copy of a horse-bit, on a reduced scale, made out of fine steel and with red varnished leather reins.

'On your knees before me and open up your mouth wide!' Miss Crimpton ordered.

Mabel, trembling, did as she was told. The fat mistress then put the bit into her mouth, the metal part holding her tongue up against the palate, which was rather painful. The instrument was tied under the chin and the reins gathered behind the head. Eva pulled briskly on the reins, making the slave's head take up an upward position to the maximum of its possibility. She moaned as her mouth was bruised terribly by this horrible instrument. Without batting an eyelid, Eva fixed the end of the reins to a ring of the corset in the back.

'There she is, bridled like a mare!' she said, laughing. 'That will teach her to stand a little more erect!'

'That's perfect,' exclaimed Dorothea von Berner. 'And how long will she have to wear this instrument of discipline?'

'I advise you, darling, to put her the bit every time she has a special work to do. In my school my pupils wear it at least four hours a day.'

Mabel's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. How painful and humiliating this horse-bit was to her! It made her stand erect, without being able to move the head at all, with her eyes heavenwards and her mouth bruised by the cruel instrument.

In that uncomfortable position she had to accompany her mistresses in their walk a few minutes later. They