assert that I am a very dragon of moral compulsion. That a girl may not so much as sneeze out of tune in the Villa Anna without being reprimanded for it. They will, of course, receive no sympathy from their homes. Instead it is I who get the replies to their letters. You would not credit how I am thanked for my careful supervision of girls who had been the despair of their parents and teachers alike. Is there any chance that I would have the time to take on the education of Julia and Natasha permanently? It is understood that I sail away to warmer climes in the winter- but if I would consent to take as my companions… You see, Jack? We are already nine-tenths of the way there. How did I accomplish this?
Quite simply by the lewdest means under the most respectable pretexts.
It was necessary to accustom Julia and Natasha to the most menial sensuality before I gave them into the arms of my two young women, Sonja and Petra. To do this one must get the little bitches' pants down and have them under one's hands. It was a little early to strip them on the pretence of spanking or whipping-I lacked the admirable pretext which you found with Claudia. Moreover, too much bare-bottom discipline at this stage might alert the curiosity of their families.
I chose the only other alternative which seemed to me reasonable.
For the first few days I talked fiercely of cleanliness and decency and of the high standard which is required in Germany, far superior to that of any other nation. So impressive was my display that I really believe Julia and Natasha thought themselves the two dirtiest little girls alive. I asked frequent questions as to the cleanliness of certain parts of their anatomies. Julia responded in her surly manner, Natasha with habitual sulkiness. Yet both blushed and I always seemed to be less than satisfied by their assurances of bathing and sponging, of regular visits to the tiled room near the boudoirs. I allowed my displeasure to assume irresistible proportions. Oh, Jack! What an actress is lost in me-as the dear Emperor Nero very nearly said! Or may I not one day say with him: qualis artifex pereo? Two days ago, the first thing after breakfast, I marched Julia and Natasha to the tiled “treatment-room” on the ground floor. Its centrepiece is the marble “massage-table.” This broad and wide surface is, in truth, nothing but a demonstration-table on which girls are made to perform by their masters for the entertainment of the guests. Yet it is admirably equipped with the means of restraint. “Natasha!” I said sharply, “Slip off your skirt and panties, then lie on the table.
Julia! Take those jeans and briefs off! Lie on the table facing Natasha! Since you cannot be trusted otherwise, you shall be brought here each morning. I will have your conduct strictly supervised, since you seem to regard proper German decency as beneath your dignity!”
There were protests at this, for the two girls already guessed at the sort of things which were to be done to them. “I do not tolerate disobedience in this house!” said I, in that quiet voice which is far the most menacing, “Nor do I permit a lewd little girl to play with herself lasciviously behind the bolted door of the tiled closet!” At this their faces blushed in unison. I did not know, of course, that they actually had indulged solitary pleasures in that place. Yet it would be most unusual for two girls like Julia and Natasha not to masturbate on the sly. I had clearly hit the mark with quite unexpected accuracy! I intimated that, unless they showed themselves obedient now, my report on their misconduct would travel to England by the next post. Had they known that they were to be the objects of sexual enjoyment, the two girls might have resisted even then. But I appeared to be such a dragon of a mistress, continually ranting of cleanliness and decency, that the thought would have been the last to enter their minds. Natasha looked at me for only a moment longer with that fair-skinned pouting sulkiness under her little blond fringe. Then she undid the navy-blue skirt of her uniform and stepped out of it. The slim, almost fragile pallor of those young thighs was a perfect picture. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her white, elasticated briefs, and then pulled her panties down so that she could step out of them. Most reluctantly, she put one pretty knee on the edge of the table, clambered up, and lay on her side with her back to the table's edge. At the very centre of the table is a well-anchored steel ring. I drew a strap firmly round Natasha's waist and fastened her to the metal ring. I also strapped her wrists together in front of her. Drawing back the tail of hair from our young blonde's neck, I then kissed her pretty nape and ears as if to assure her that she was now behaving as a good girl should. Julia, the older and more rebellious girl, had hesitated longer. Yet even she bowed to the inevitable. In her fuller young face the blue eyes with their darkly made-up lashes grew narrower. With her dark hair cut to so short and spiky a crop, there are looks of aggression and resentment in her appearance. All sides of this room are mirrored-for reasons which you will understand at once, Jack! The glass reflected the somewhat fatter cheeks of Julia's bottom in her tight jeans and the slightly heavier thighs-just as you caught them with your camera when she was walking up the shopping street with her young admirers.
Is it not an amusing irony, Jack? Julia, the product of a select school and good family, chose to behave as a slut at home. Now, when she is to be treated like a young slut, she shows all the indignation of a perfect lady to whom one makes a lewd suggestion. Never fear, her hands began to undo her riding-jeans. Down they came, with her knickers inside them. She turned, and I was able to admire the adolescent fatness of Julia's bottom and thighs as she clambered on to the table and lay facing the younger girl. I drew a waist-belt round Julia and a strap round her wrists so that she too was tethered to the steel ring set conveniently at the centre of the marble surface. The two girls lay there, each gazing at the long mirror on the opposite wall in which she saw her own and her partners bare rear view reflected in the infinitely receding images. “You may as well accustom yourselves to this routine,” I began gently as I pulled on my thin rubber gloves. “No more playing with yourselves behind bolted doors in closets or washrooms. From now on you shall spend an hour or so each morning lying on the table, in the hands of whichever mistress supervises you.” They both looked at one another with wild surmise-and then they looked at me. The resentment in Julia's hard young face was matched by the petulance of Natasha. I took the jar which contains a soap-cream heavily and elegantly perfumed with sensuous flowers. Taking a generous quantity in the palm of the rubber gloves, I began to spread it slowly over Natasha's elfin form, from her waist to her knees. I smeared the moist slipperiness over her young belly and round her still narrow hips. My hands travelled down her slim white thighs and up again. “Open your legs a little more, Natasha,” I said gently. A light blush showed in her face but she obeyed. My fingers moistened her lightly-furred vagina with the perfumed cream. I drew my hand away and then spread the soapy wetness over the taut slim cheeks of Natasha's bottom. It was the work of a moment to sink my forefinger deep into the jar of perfumed soap-cream and then to insert the rubber-gloved finger up Natasha's pert young arse to the very knuckle! She cried out in alarm, Jack, for you may be sure she has never had anything like this before. Yet Natasha's arsehole yielded with ease, though a girl of her age is naturally tight in that area. Slowly I withdrew my finger, leaving that rear escape route well lubricated. Natasha was trying to hide her eyes from Julia as well as me-and you may be sure that the blush had deepened a little. I chided her humorously. “Such false modesty, Natasha! After you have had this every morning for a few months, you will become quite addicted to a finger in that manner!” I took the sponge and made Natasha open her legs again. “Now,” said I, “we must see that little fountain play, Natasha!” She tensed and could not, though her need was not in doubt. Happily, Jack, there is a remedy to this. If one tickles expertly the little pipe-hole of the fountain, the patient cannot hold herself back. So Natasha let the golden rain flow like Danae, loading the grateful sponge. I leant over her and whispered into her ear that my rubber-gloved hands were also waiting to receive something else. How she buried her face in her arms now, Jack! I daresay she would have defied me, but the skilful application of that finger made defiance impossible. A moment more and she gave a little cry, her bottom yielding its burden into the gloved hands behind her. I left her lying in her present state no longer than it took to restore the gloved hands to their pristine pinkness.
Then I had only to sponge over Natasha's prim young body from waist to knees where it was already spread with the richly perfumed soap-cream.
The sponge was well-prepared, for such girls as Natasha and Julia carry their own ample supply of warm water with them, do they not?
Despite her consternation at this, I assured Natasha that we observe economy in all things. Our young blondes elfin bottom had the most obvious need of the sponge, which next moved in wet lathes over her hips, belly, thighs and between the legs. When I had finished, there was no more than the faintest glistening of unwiped lather between Natasha's buttocks and on her thighs. That apart, I left her wet from waist to knees with her own flood. The heavily perfumed soap-cream imparted a heavy, even cloying richness of scent to Natasha's trim body and to the air of the warm room. In my passion for cleanliness and decency, I insist that even the white elasticated briefs of Natasha's school knickers shall be so sweetly impregnated when she wears them that the perfume will scarcely be washed out of them. Imagine Julia's face as she saw that her own turn had come!
Under the short parted fringe of her spiky coiffure, the hard young contenance and heavily made-up blue eyes were set to defy me.
