her firm pale features and resilient young body whose beauties touched the frontier of childhood and womanhood. Claudia was so sentimentally moved that I expected a tear to fall at the fate of pretty Jane. Younger than Claudia herself, that appealing girl with her teeth set teasingly on her lip, the lank dark tresses framing her face, was bent over the stool and fastened down. With poor Jane's knickers and skirt removed, the very matrons felt a pang at her fate. The wide brown eyes under the brief slant of her fringe were so appealing. Though the blossoming womanliness of her figure was never in doubt, there was such a tense pale innocence of youthfulness in the shape of Jane's trimly-rounded adolescent bottom-cheeks as she bent for punishment. Alas for pretty Jane. Pity her they might, but this was a chance for which every matron and master longed. Twenty-four vicious lashes with the punishment-strap across Jane's bare buttocks. Still secured over the stool, her sobs hardly checked, she was then alone with her master.
There being no witnesses to tell tales, the cane, the birch, even the braided leather of the pony-lash made their intimate acquaintance with her young backside. For two weeks or more in the washroom, the matrons watched the fading of empurpled weals and dark bruises from Jane's demure young buttocks and thighs. I will tell you of a little incident, Dolly, which may bring a smile to your lips. Claudia was busily translating Jane Mitchener's story, her eyes growing ever larger with wonderment. I could see she was having difficulty with one of the pages, which she then brought to me for my advice. Before the evening thrashings, the rules required that Jane should be inspected by the master in the afternoon so that her fitness for the whip might be certified. He removed her skirt, also the stretched white briefs which constituted Jane's schoolgirl knickers. Then she must bend over his desk while he surveyed her from behind. Young Jane was, of course, ordered to keep her eyes to the front. The inspection lasted for half an hour or so. Still Jane was greatly perplexed to know what instrument was used. In her teasing innocence she thought it was like a pair of warm whiskery lips in a pouting kiss. The kisses, as they seemed, feasted on the bare pallor of her trim adolescent thighs. They nuzzled the lightly-mossed lips of her vagina until she did not know whether the wetness came from her or them. They pouted with gentle affection over the tense white cheeks of her trembling teenage bottom. Yet they could not be lips, she said, blushing at her own explanation. For her buttocks were parted a moment later and the gentle pouting was applied to the very dimple of Jane's little anus. Then, she explained, there would be a sound from behind her as of vigorous polishing. It ended with the sense that long but random jets had splashed her bum-cheeks from a plate of warm gruel. She was told to remain bending while her master left the room for a moment. Jane naturally put a hand behind her and wiped her backside with it, studying with curiosity the marks of the warm slipperiness on her fingers.- When the master returned-presumably from putting away the instrument of the inspection-he would sometimes open the long drawer of the desk. There, among the canes and whips, was a roll of useful paper. He tore off a sheet or two and ordered Jane to wipe her bum-cheeks before pulling up her knickers. She was instructed to drop the used paper in the basket before she left and that night the master thrashed her with exceptional severity.
Imagine Claudia's puzzlement and her question to me! As a mere student of English she could not grasp the meaning of the passage! I was very gentle with her, Dolly, explaining that such posthumous memoirs often posed problems to the greatest scholars. I comforted her with the assurance that the passage of time would, in truth, make such doubtful pages clear. I was intrigued to see the contrast between Claudia's innocence and the worldly wisdom of our voluptuous Rhinemaiden, Katharine. The elder girl asked no questions. Indeed, she read avidly the confessions of the lewd old fellow who enjoyed himself so greatly with some of the reformatory girls. In this case, I would notice her pulse quicken a little as she read of the enforced kneeling over the block, the strapping down, so that the master should have fun with his whip upon the full pale cheeks of Elaine Cox's bottom.
Katharine licked her lips as the account described the vulgar rear view of the youngster's vaginal pout between her thighs and the justices gazing at Elaine Cox's arsehole. In this case too an “inspection” carried out privately in the master's study had preceded the caning. I promise you, Dolly, that with my own eyes I saw Katharine read one passage several times over with growing animation.
In her posture over the block, said the scribe, the fifth-form girl's pussy flesh had the moist look of having been well fiddled with.
Suspicious traces of grease even shone between her buttocks and the withdrawal of a deflated member had left a smear of vaseline across one fattened cheek of Elaine Cox's tomboy bottom. The girls were greatly intrigued by these strange English customs, the truth of which could not be questioned. For was not the master publicly prosecuted by the courts? And was he not exonerated, congratulated by his judges, handsomely rewarded, and sent back to continue his excellent work of moral reformation? That being the case, what could Katharine and Claudia do but bow to the law of the land and the customs of the country? I allowed several days' grace for them to grow used to this idea-and also for some truly excellent prints to be made of the incriminating photographs. Then I spoke to my duenna, Miss Leach, and showed her the evidence. Her eyes shone with moral outrage and she could scarcely keep her hands still. There were Katharine's breasts, almost life-size, in their scandalous little halter. The erection of her nipples was clearly shown to every man and woman on the public beach! Miss Leach, a tall and statuesque young woman herself, gasped at the indecency of it and pursed her lips. I showed her the full-plates of Claudia in swim-wear taken from the rear while the girl was on all fours, Claudia's tightly and briefly clad bottom-cheeks almost filled the picture. And how round and lewdly spread they were!
How wantonly the soft flesh of her cunt was displayed to the world in the tight gusset of her bathing pants! Could English morality be denied its right of retribution for so scandalous an offence? “I fear, Miss Leach,” I said, “that such girls as this will prove a pernicious influence here.” She nodded eagerly. “And so,” I added, “my duty is clear. I must send copies of these prints to the parents of the two girls and request that their daughters return to Germany.” At these words, Miss Leach looked as if the breath had been knocked from her by a sudden blow. The light went out of her eyes and dismay spread over her face. “Is that not a little harsh, sir?” she ventured. “Might some means not be found of dealing with the offence here, on these premises?” Well now, Dolly, I put on a great show of wrestling with my conscience. At last I condescended to reply. “If it were possible, Miss Leach, that their characters might be improved by chastisement-by truly severe chastisement-I would perhaps consider it. Though it would be against my better judgment.”
“One must temper justice with a little clemency, sir,” said she.
“Oh, do relent, sir! Do give them the alternative of a birching. A truly severe one!” I had never intended otherwise but I thought it prudent to appear to wrestle with my better nature for a moment more. “Do you think, Miss Leach,” I said at last, “that if I were to deal with one of these young wantons, you could bring yourself to chastise the other?” The sudden flash of passion in her eye was enough to answer my inquiry. You see, Dolly, I had already decided that Claudia's panties were the ones I most desired to take down. And by allowing Miss Leach the pleasure of disciplining Katharine all night long in the privacy of her study, I could guarantee that my duenna would be the very soul of discretion. Were I to keep all the enjoyment to myself, there was a great danger of the resentment which passionate minds begin to feel. So it was agreed. I summoned Claudia, my pulse quickening as she stood before the study desk with her heart-shaped face so solemnly pretty and the short crop of charmingly tousled fair hair so appealing. “Claudia,” I said firmly, “I wish you to go and put on the costume in which you appeared on the beach, four days ago.” She made no objection to this for, at her age, she has been well taught to obey her elders. Ten minutes later she reappeared in the tight thin cloth of her breast-halter and those sweet little briefs. She had added the black velveteen singlet whose shoulder straps left the shoulders themselves charmingly bare, but that would interfere little with my purpose. “So that there shall be no mistake,” I said quietly, “I wish you to look at these photographs and tell me if you are the girl who appears in them.”
As if I were dealing a pack of cards, I laid out a dozen of them on the desk. Claudia knew perfectly well that they were of her, for she had seen me taking them. Yet such a delightful confusion now filled her young face. “Yes,” she whispered, nodding nervously, as if she could scarcely utter the word. “Consider,” said I, acting the stern pedagogue, “the shame you have brought upon this house, your own family, and yourself by such lewd and indecent display in a public place.” Under the clustering locks on her forehead, Claudia's eyes looked so prettily startled. She was lost for words! “I will not waste breath, Claudia,” I said as I gathered the photographic prints, “Such wickedness at so early a stage of your visit! I cannot permit you to contaminate other girls by your example.
I shall send copies of these prints to your unhappy parents and request that arrangements be made for your return to Dusseldorf at their earliest convenience.” Now she recovered her powers of speech with the greatest speed. Innocent though she was, Claudia did not look it, for she appeared to offer her arse and open thighs willingly and wantonly to the camera in these gems. She leant forward over the desk and pleaded with me not to despatch the prints to her family. I thought I saw the first sparkle of a tear in her eyes.
