Mabel

'I don't know, Mistress,' Mabel repeated.

'From now on,' Dorothea went on, 'you will have to call me 'Mistress' all the time and you shall be punished every time you forget to. Is that understood?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'And now, since you have kept on this dressing-gown against by orders, you will be punished.'

'Oh no, Mistress, please don't!'

'Silence!' Dorothea said in a loud voice, 'you must speak only when I ask you to. Must we flay you alive to show you that you are a slave in discipline? Come on, take off your dressing-gown, and quickly!'

Already, tears of despair were welling up in Mabel's eyes. She had the impression of living an awful nightmare. She took off her dressing-gown and her splendid nudity appeared.

Meanwhile Dorothea had sat down on a chair.

'Come up to me,' she ordered, 'and lie down on your stomach across my knees! As I don't want to be too harsh for your still sore bottom, I shall spank you with my hare hand, like a baby.'

Poor Mabel took up with shame the position that had been indicated to her. What a terrible humiliation for an eighteen-year-old girl to find herself thus all naked across the knees of her governess and to present her behind to her!

Dorothea understood perfectly her slave's feelings, for site talked to her while slapping violently her buttocks with the palm of her right hand.

Take this, and that, and that, you bad naughty girl! Do you feel my spanking? Aren't you ashamed to be spanked as if you were four years

old? (slap, slap!) I know how to tame you, d'you hear me? You shall become a thing without a will of her own and without any pride at all. This is the way to treat bad girls like you, modern girls who believe themselves infallible, this is the way — by spanking their bottoms!' (slap, slap, slap!..).

And, as she talked, she smacked vigorously the naked behind. The noise was characteristic and echoed in the room. It was more humiliating than really painful, although, little by little, all the pain of the day before was reawakened by the violent slaps.

At last the governess stopped and placed her pupil on her knees before her and gave her her perfumed white hand to kiss.

'Kiss my hand,' she ordered, 'kiss the hand that has just spanked you and is still warm with the contact of your buttocks! And thank me for this punishment; I hope it will be profitable and that thanks to my energetic care you will soon become the good and docile girl I want you to be.'

'Thank you, Mistress,' Mabel whispered, with no revolt left in her.

'And now we shall deal with your toilet. Bridget will give a hand and from now on she will wash and clothe you every morning. Every day at half past eight you will come to my room to wish me good morning and you will show me if all your clothes are in order. Bridget, is Mabel's bath ready?'

'Yes, ma'am!'

'Good! Follow me, Mabel!'

The girl followed her mistress into the bathroom where Bridget, with her eyes glistening with an evil glee, was awaiting them.

'Come, step into the bath, quickly!' the governess ordered, pointing at a bath of steaming water.

Mabel wanted 1o obey but she screamed: the water was much too hot and she had burned her foot with it. But Dorothea lashed her shoulders with two strokes of the horsewhip.

'Don't make any fuss! I demand that your baths be like this always, for hot water melts down rebellious minds. You will have to get used to it!'

Grimacing with pain Mabel got into the water. She was very sensitive and her delicate skin was hurt with this harsh treatment.

'Bridget,' Dorothea told the maid, 'every morning you will check Mabel's bath and see that she washes very carefully. Then you will dress her up in the clothes I shall indicate and you will send her 1o me at eight thirty so that I can see the result.'

She came near the bath. 'Go on,' she told Mabel, 'lather energetically your face and neck better than that if you don't want us to whip you! More… now the breasts, one after the other! Stand up now I Rub your stomach! Come on, lower, don't be afraid to rub: your sex and behind must be kept scrupulously clean and I'll see to it, you can depend on it, than that! Put some soap on a finger and drive it in deeply! That's an order! Bight, that's good! The thighs now, and the legs… your feet, come on, put some soap between each toe L. All right, that will do, make a dip into the water… and now get out!'

Mabel had obeyed all the orders mechanically. She realized that she could not resist and that even her most intimate gestures were now controlled by that terrible disciplinarian Dorothea.

After the girl had dried herself in towels, her mistress ordered her to lie on a couch which was in the bathroom.

'Come and help me, Bridget,' she said, 'we're going to rub this girl with a horsehair glove.'

That was another torture for the English girl, for the two women, each armed with a sharp horsehair glove, began rubbing with such energy that she could not help fidgeting and screaming. So she was tied on to the couch with cowls and the operation was resumed.

'And now,' the governess said to her victim, 'I'm going to depilate you. I see you are depilated perfectly under the arms but there is some more hair I want to remove.'

And so saying, she seized a handful of blond hair between the legs of the girl.

'When I have removed this.' Dorothea went on, 'your femininity will be much more attractive and besides I can check its cleanliness better. Also, since I intend giving you the discipline of tight drawers, the material of the panties will cling all the better to your intimate flesh if the unwanted hair is removed.'

Mabel could not understand, the full meaning of those words. What did the governess mean, with her talk of tight drawers and depilatum? The poor girl was not going to be left in ignorance very long, for already Dorothea was coming back with scissors and depilating tongs, as well as a small shearer. She sat down on a chair by the patient and then proceeded patiently and carefully to shear the hair between the girl's logs. Mabel felt outraged in her womanly dignity. Helpless, tied down on to the couch, there was nothing she could do and she was really at the mercy of the governess. Miss von Berner's agile fingers came and went on her intimate flesh, palpitating and tapping it as she pleased. First, she used the scissors then the depilating tongs to tear off hair — which was very painful — then the shearer finished off the work. It seemed to Mabel as if she was being mutilated or raped. The work lasted more than an hour. At last the governess stood up with a satisfied smile.

'Ah, this is really the sex of a slave as it should be! Every week you will be sheared so that you should never have a hair on your femininity.'

She untied the bonds of the girl and obliged her to look at herself in the mirror. The sight of her flesh all bare, soft and velvety like a seashell made Mabel whine with despair. She was so prowl of her silky blond down! It seemed as if she had gone back to infancy and as if her dignity of woman had vanished for ever.

'And now, the make up!' shouted the governess, 'I want you to be always made up with care, for I like having a pleasant face in front of my eyes. Sit down in front of the dressing-table and don't move, or else, the whip!'

Armed with crayons, salves and pomades, the beautiful Dorothea started making up her slave. She lengthened Mabel's eyebrows, dabbed some black on her eyelids, gave a glisten to the eyelashes, then she puffed rouge on her cheeks, lipstick on her lips and placed two artificial beauty-spots on her face, one at the corner of the eyelids and the other near the lips.

Mabel had lost her aspect of well-to-do girl, but had lost nothing of her beauty. Made up thus she looked like a delightful doll or a young girl thrown too early into the commerce of love.

'Come now, into your room!' the governess ordered, 'we're going to clothe you!'

With her heart beating with apprehension the girl obeyed and walked to the next room. There, Dorothea opened the locked cupboards and Mabel saw that her articles of dressing seemed to be complete and that there were even some more clothes added to them which she had not seen before.

'Here,' the governess explained, 'is your underclothing. Bridget has spent one and a half day modifying it according to my instructions. That was very kind of her, to work for a bitch like you! So, kneel down before her and kiss her feet, and thank her to have worked so hard for you!'