Finally, he said, 'The board of directors is considering making Northrup coeducational.'
Her mouth actually dropped open. He did not suspect her secret sexual cravings nor the way she had satisfied them for the past eight years, but this-this could be even worse.
'Well, don't just stand there looking as if someone had slapped you. What do you think of the matter?'
'I-I'm shocked,' she managed to gasp. She couldn't tell him the truth-the fact that she was enjoying a beautiful and secure life of sexual abandon with young, impressionable girls who were quite literally locked away from men and whose bodies were craving any release they could find. She couldn't tell him that boys entering the academy would ruin her sexual paradise. She had to think of some logical reasons for her shock.
'Shocked,' he said. 'Why shocked?'
'Well, sir.' She groped for a reason to justify her stand-any reason. 'The traditions of the academy have never involved the thought of male students. There's no end to the possible trouble which could result from haying boys come here.'
'You mean-'
'Of course. We simply couldn't have them in the same dorms. Why, it would cause a scandal.'
'Miss Adams,' Lydecker said, 'the board of directors estimates that the added income from tuitions fees would more than make up for the cost of having to build a new dormitory. Frankly, money is behind the whole thing. The directors feel that this move toward coeducation would not only show that Northrup is with the times, but, quite frankly, would more than double the school's income.'
'Well, I'm against it,' the snapped. 'It's… it's unthinkable. It's-immoral.'
'Immoral, Miss Adams?' He seemed surprised.
'Yes!' she snapped. 'You may tell the board that I'm against it and that it do everything in my power to prevent it.' Without waiting for his permission, she spun around on her heel and stalked out of the office.
She had no duties for another full hour and was grateful because she was trembling with impotent fury. She was well aware of what would happen to her life if young men were allowed to come to the academy. There was probably not a single girl there who would prefer her embraces to that of a man if given the choice.
She stalked across the quadrangle to her snug apartment located in the west wing of the main dormitory building. To get there she had to enter the dormitory, climb one flight of stairs, and then turn left walk past several of the four-girl rooms to the end of the corridor.
It was in this final section of her walk that she heard the sobs, stopped at Catherine Gyle's room and saw the pretty young girl lying face down on her bed, sobbing more in humiliation than in pain.
Glen stood in the hall silently watching the girl's slender young body as it was wracked again and again by convulsions which shook it and the cot on which she was lying. Finally she stepped into the room, walked beside the bed and gently laid her hand on the girl's shoulder.
Catherine turned her head and looked at Glen through tear clouded eyes.
'He's mean,' she sobbed. 'He's a sick, dirty old man! I know why he does it. I know. He doesn't care if I see Billy. He just wants to whip us. I know.'
'I know,' Glen soothed. 'I know.' She rubbed the girl's shoulders in an understanding gesture of sympathy. 'Here,' she said at length, 'why don't you come down to my quarters. I have some salve that will help you.'
'Oh, Miss Adams, I-'
'It's alright, Cathy. Come on.'
'Gosh… I mean, thanks.'
They walked the remaining few yards down the hail to Glen's quarters. Once inside, Glen told Cathy to slip out of her panties and lie down on the bed.
Naive, completely innocent, the girl obviously thought the older woman did, In fact, intend nothing more than to annoint her injured and smarting buttocks with some sort of healing salve. Obediently, she lifted her uniform skirt to her waist and removed her panties so that, when she did lie down on her stomach, the rounded red curves of her buttocks rose like beautiful ripe mounds of pink and inviting flesh.
Glendora had difficulty removing her eyes from the beauty of Catherine's twin mounds. She could hardly wait to touch the girl's flesh, to ease her hurt, and to indoctrinate her into the pleasures of Sapphic contact.
She forced herself to turn away from the girl's exposed flesh and walk to the bathroom, where, from the medicine chest, she removed a bottle of scented oil. Returning to the bedroom, she poured a little of the oil on her palm, and with soft, gentle strokes began to rub it onto Catherine's injured flesh.
'Tell me how it feels,' she said as she rubbed.
'Better,' Cathy told her. 'Much better.'
Slowly, with insinuating slyness, Glen moved her hands over the girl's buttocks so that, occasionally, and only then as if it were the most innocent of accidents, she allowed her thumb the whispered almost-touch of the girl's genital lips. She thought the could detect a faint, perhaps even involuntary quiver of response each time, but she was unsure.
She decided to talk to the girl as she rubbed her flesh with the scented oil. She lowered her voice to a sensuous pun as the asked about why she had risked punishment to sneak into town the previous night.
The girl confessed that she was terribly frustrated about being confined to the campus and had only wanted to see a friend of hers named Billy.
'You mean you left the campus to make love to him?' Glendora's voice held no accusation. It was merely a question.
'No. Not really. That's the whole trouble. I haven't even seen a boy for so long, I guess he knew it. We were just talking, honest, Miss Adams, and then when he started playing with my titties, I just couldn't stop him.'
'I'll bet you didn't even want to, now did you?'
'Well-'
'Do you like your titties played with, Cathy?'
'Yeah,' she said, 'I guess so. It makes inc feel sort of all goosey.'
'But Dean Lydecker said that you were playing with the young man.'
'I was afraid,' the girl confessed. 'He wanted to you know… do it. Go all the way and… well, I was afraid. I knew he was hurting something awful and… well, I'm still a virgin. I guess that's the real important thing.'
'Did you like holding him? I mean in your hand?'
'Oh, yes! It was fun. I guess it was almost worth the whipping.'
Cathy had completely stopped sobbing now. She was even smiling as she looked over her shoulder to Glendora who was still rubbing the scented oil into the firm flesh of her buttocks.
'But you're not going to sneak into town again, are you?'
'Oh no; Miss Adams.'
'It's going to be hard, you know,' Glendora said.
'What?'
'Being up here without your young man and thinking of what it's like to have your titties played with and what it's like to take him in your hand and jerk him off.'
'Oh, don't!' the girl sighed. 'I don't even want to think about it'
'But then,' Glendora continued, 'you know what kind of punishment you'd face if you went into town again.'
'I know.'
'And then, too, you know if you met him again, you couldn't just let it go letting him hive all the pleasure. You'd want some yourself. You'd be risking a baby every time.'
'I know,' the girl said sadly.
Glendora stopped rubbing the girl's flesh. She got up, walked to the bathroom and cleaned the soil from her hands before coming back to the room.
'You know-' she said as if she had become suddenly inspired by a totally new and unique idea.
'What?'
'I like you, Cathy,' she said. 'I'd like to help you…'
'You would?'
'Yes, I really would, only-'
'Only what?'
'Only I can't let you risk a beating like you had this morning. I can't let you sneak off campus.'
