Miss Hartleys School for Girls

This is the 2nd installment of the story of Rita at Miss Hartley's School for Girls. I've received a lot of positive response on the first part of the story - making me speed of the process of writing this part.

Love to all, enjoy the story

Rita

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1. Homework

My schoolwork progressed nicely at Miss Hartleys School. Carol proved to be an excellent tutor for me, and the games she played with my responsive body helped to keep my mind on my studies, whenever it was required. There were times, however, when she found it necessary to discipline me in connection with my homework.

One afternoon I was trying to do some algebra in our rooms, but my mind kept drifting to other matters, such as how beautiful Mistress Carol was looking. She was quietly reading in an armchair, still dressed in her school uniform, as was I. Her feet were naked, though, and I was admiring her perfect long legs, and imagining licking my way up below her skirt. The algebra seemed very far away, as I moved restlessly on the hard seat of my chair. Carol had given me one the barehanded spankings that we both loved so much the night before, and I could still feel the effect of her hard slaps on my behind.

Carol seemed very intent on her book, so I furtively spread my legs and casually let my left hand rest on my thigh and gradually let it wander below my gray, pleated school uniform skirt. With the other hand I continue to scribble algebraic nonsense on my pad, while I tried also to keep an eye on Carol.

I should have known better! Mistress Carol was of course not so easily deceived, and once I gently started to caress my pussylips through the white cotton panties, she abandoned her book and rose, furious, to scold me.

• Stop that immediately, you stupid girl! Do you really think you can hide such a blatant transgression from me.., your Mistress? If that is the case you are much more simpleminded that I thought. However, what I really believe is that you are an overexcited, hot little slut who needs copious amounts of corporeal punishment to keep your attention where it belongs.

• I'm sorry, Mistress. I..I just couldn't help myself, the algebra was sooo boring and you looked so lovely, sitting there reading..

• Flattery will get you nowhere today, slave! Posture!

• Yyes.., Mistress

I quickly stood up, and linked my hands behind my neck.

• So, what should we do with that little hot pussy of yours, hmmm? And are you still hot from your spanking yesterday, Rita? Can you still feel the pain, when you are sitting down?

• Yes, Mistress, I can.. It's uncomfortable..

• Good! You should be uncomfortable! Such a dirty, naughty little school girl as you! Feeling yourself up when you should be concentrating on your work. Playing with your slavegirl pussy in full sight of your Mistress, and trying to cover up with empty flattery. This is serious, Rita!

I trembled, both with trepidation and anticipation. Mistress Carols eyes flashed with anger and her face was slightly flushed. Although we both were fully aware that this was a consensual adventure we were embarking on, it was still unsettling for me to be under her domination. I trusted her. All my previous experience at Miss Hartleys School pointed to the fact that she could indeed be trusted to take care of my needs. It was just that I did not know her full repertoire, and I was sure this striking teenage dominant could find a number of very nasty things to do with me. Things that were not presently within the bounds of my own imagination.

• I believe you need to be cooled down, Rita. Go and get me a bowl of ice-cubes from the fridge - but God help you if you even think about touching yourself!

I did as she ordered, and demurely kept my hands from being anywhere near my crotch. When I returned, Mistress Carol had slipped out of her school uniform and was busy with the task of changing into attire more suited to the task ahead of her. God, how I adored that girl! She was perfect beyond my dreams, and I devoured her with my eyes as I stood waiting for her to finish. Such long muscular legs, a tribute to her rigorous dance training. A flat stomach below full breasts with prominent light brown nipples. Her ass was small, again a tribute to her physical training, but well-muscled and firm. Her eyes, smoldering dark, was perhaps what I loved best about her. She could almost control me by simply looking at me with those black diamonds.

She had chosen to dress in a pair of cream colored jodhpurs and black leather riding boots, topped by a loosefitting off-white silk-shirt. She had kept her underwear: A white satin G-sting with a matching bra. She was stunning, this riding Mistress, majestic in her wrath, and her presence filled the room and made dark expectation crawl slowly up my spine, as I stood before her, a lowly schoolgirl waiting to be sternly disciplined. Waiting with a bowl of melting ice held before me in trembling hands.

She looked me over, taking her time. Then she gently took the bowl from my hands, set it on the table beside her, and ordered me to spread my legs and keep my hands behind my neck. I quickly did so, eager to please my angry Mistress, and thus offered myself for her inspection and whatever else this youthful dominatrix might demand of me.

Mistress Carol walked over to me, all the time looking me straight into the eyes. She proceeded to unbutton the top of my white linen school uniform shirt and briefly pinched my nipples through the close-fitting cotton bra. I flinched with the pain, but the resulting rush of blood made my sensitive buds throb and start to heat up.

• Aah, girl! You definitely need to cool off!

Carol now took a small handful of ice-cubes, pulled my bra out from the swell of my young breasts and simply put the ice-cubes into the bra. I gasped, and the cold wet feel of the ice on my sensitive flesh mad me shudder.

A light slap on my bosom made the ice-cubes clink and brought back my attention. Icy water started to dribble down and wet my stomach and the shirt partly covering it. My Mistress then added another handful of ice to my bra, bringing both my breasts in contact with the slowly melting cubes.

• Sooo lovely, Rita. Soooo good to see you cool down a bit, laughed my stern Mistress, even as she gently slapped my poor, cold breasts with her open hands.

The ice clinked and a sheen of cold water covered my bare stomach and started to seep into my skirt and panties. My breastflesh broke out in goosebumps and the nipples became small and hard. My teeth chattered. I anticipated what came next, and was not disappointed: Carol put two handfuls of ice into my cotton panties, causing me to almost scream when the dread cold hit my exposed, excited pussy.

• Uuugh... Mi.. Miss... Mistresss... ohh I.. its so ... cold...

• Yes, dear, where is it cold?

• I..it's.. it's .. My pussy, Mistress!

• As it should be, you naughty little girl! Nice and cold it should be, so you remember to carry out my orders, and keep you mind on your homework instead of touching your hot pussy and having all sorts of nasty fantasies while you diddle your stiff little clit! Now bring your legs together and jump for me!

• J..jj.. jump, Mistress?

• Indeed. Jump. Up and down. Yes, that's it. Let me see those tits jiggle in the bra. How wet you are, Rita! Icy water cooling your little pussy, dripping on the floor, melted by your heat. Jump, girl! Faster!

It was unpleasant, this jumping. Cold water now flowed down my legs, soaked my socks, and even found its way to my down my back and to my buttocks and the crease between them.

At last Mistress Carol ordered me to stop jumping, and after she had ascertained that there was still ice-cubes left in my bra and panties, she told me to bend over, grab my ankles and spread my legs as mush as possible. She bundled my skirt around my waist and started to fondle the remaining ice-cubes in my soaked panties, even as she with her other hand pulled the panties tighter and tighter, baring my buttocks and sliding the wet cotton up into the cleft between my butt cheeks. This treatment resulted in one ice-cube after the other slipping into my pussy, rapidly cooling down my inner labia, clitoris and vaginal walls, and causing a copious flow of water from the melting ice. She put in a few fresh ice-cubes, and then carefully tucked the crotch of my panties up into my slit, to prevent any ice-cubes from falling out.

I squirmed. Not in lust, because this treatment initially only caused a frosty cold to spread in my nether regions.

Mistress Carol now gently pressed an ice-cube against my anal opening.

• Oohh.. No, please.. Mistress... not in my arse.. please it's too big.. and cold..

A few hard spanks on my bared bottom made me shut up.

• Shut your trap, slave. And don't tell your Mistress what to do!

More hard slaps rained down on my ass - welcome, actually, as they provided heat to my cold clammy skin.

Then Carol continued the task of pressing ice into my little asshole. She luckily did not choose the biggest cubes, but it was still painful for me to have the cold, hard nuggets pressed through the tight rim and into my arse.

• Good girl, Rita! That will provide for your cooling down. So I do believe its time to heat you up again somewhat - as a counterpoint to all the delicious ice, melting in you pussy, your asshole and all over your tits. Making you much more sensitive when the blood comes rushing back into those erogenous zones.

There I was: With my skirt around my waist and my ass in the air. Waiting. But not for long. Mistress Carol fetched a riding crop (she was after all, dressed as a riding mistress) and started to treat my exposed ass and cuntal area to a series of stinging slaps. It hurt. Her slaps quickly reddened the skin of my bum, sore as it was from yesterdays spanking. Rapid fire rained on my thighs, as she now let the crop dance between my spread legs. I yelped, involuntarily, as her repeated strokes increased in speed and caused my sensitive inner thighs to throb with pain. She then moved around me, placed her leather riding boots on either side of my body and slowly moving forward until she straddled my lower back, and she had unlimited access to my exposed nether regions. Nails scratched briefly over my bumcheeks. I trembled. My Mistress took a firm grip on my panties and pulled. The bundled, wet fabric was uncomfortable in my snatch.

• You're such a bad girl, Rita. Aren't you? Undoubtedly you were having nasty fantasies about sucking pussy and licking assholes, while you were fingering yourself in full view of me, your Mistress! Dreaming about having your own cunt touched by another girl, playing with your little clit until you come. Isn't that what you were doing before? Huh?

• Nnno..., Carol.., Mistress.. I.. I was thinking about you.. About yesterday.. how you spanked me, Mistress. And how your fingers delved into my wet little pussy after you had finished spanking me.. and how.. how I was allowed to taste you, Mistress, afterwards.. and how hot my bum was, and how much it excited me..

It was the truth, actually, but Carol wasn't going to be lenient with me today.

• Ahh. That might be true. In fact I do believe you. You are such a horny little submissive slave, that such a story is indeed plausible. However.. it does not change the fact that you were having nasty fantasies instead of doing your homework! Does it!

She slapped the crop with some force on my poor pussy.

• Oouw,..No..Noo, Mistress.. Please punish me, Mistress. I've been a bad girl. Aaouh.. please..

Relentlessly my stern teenage Mistress punished my cunt. The ice-cubes melted in their warm prison and the melted water mixed with the increased flow of pussy-juice, caused by the heady mixture of stabbing pain and hot pleasure due to leather meeting flesh. Such mastery she had over me, this dominant girl! She knew just how much I could take, and when to tease instead of torture, when to please instead of punish. Mistress Carol moved away, leaving me unfulfilled, with an aching pussy and a well-slapped arse up in air.

She now diverted her attention to my tits, hanging within their icy wet prison, remnants of ice-cubes still melting, causing a steady drip from the soggy bra.

From behind, leaning over me, and letting her silken shirt sigh over my red bumcheeks, Carol fondled my bosom briefly, just to rearrange the ice, exposed the nipples and make certain they were hard. She then ordered me in standing position again, ripped my shirt totally open, stood back a bit and started cropping my poor, cold tits with much energy and enthusiasm. I was somewhat numb with cold, but as my Mistress continued her treatment, paying much attention to my nipples, sensation started to flow back into my breasts. With a vengeance! It was needles and pins and an almost unbearable tingling as the blood started to flow back. My nipples grew from a hard state to a harder, throbbing, aching, stiffening and growing beyond what I thought possible. And still Mistress Carol, with uncanny skill, continued hitting them with her devilish crop.

I lost all sense of time, became centered on the increasing arousal, rode with it above the searing pain of my abused nipples and the throbbing of my sore pussy. So detached was I, that I barely noticed when Carol stopped cropping me, and just stood there, looking me over, with a metallic glint in her eyes and high color in her flushed cheeks. She was slightly sweaty and breathing rapidly from her exertions. I melted under her scrutiny, and my legs almost gave way beneath me. I managed, however, to keep my posture, but had to avert my eyes from her steady gaze.

At last I remembered my status, and hers..

• Thank you, Mistress, for my punishment.

• You're welcome, slavegirl. It is my duty to punish you, but I must admit you make the task pleasant.

• Thank you, Mistress....may I beg a favor from Mistress?

• Speak, Rita, and I'll consider it.

• I..I need to go, Mistress..

• Go, where, Rita?

• To..to the toilet, Mistress. I..I need to.. to pee.., Mistress.. Can I please be allowed to pee, Mistress?

• Hmm, yes you can, Rita, but remove your skirt and shirt first, and arrange your panties.

I stripped down to my white cotton bra and panties, and carefully arranged both, by now very wet, garments so they covered my tits, arse and cunt.

• Very well, Rita. You may proceed to the toilet, but do not pull down your panties. Just sit on the toilet, keep your hands behind your neck and look me into the eyes at all times. Understand, girl?

• Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.

I sat down as she had ordered me to, and locked my eyes into hers. She stood framed in the doorway and looked at me steadily.

• Would you like to pee, little Rita? Would you like to be allowed to empty you bladder now?

• Yes, Mistress Carol, may I please pee now?

My voice automatically became begging. A little girl voice. High. Subdued. The act of having to beg to be allowed to pee took place several time a day, whenever Carol and I were alone in our rooms. I was gradually getting used to it, and it did in fact always make me aroused. To have to ask somebody for release, when you needed to go. To have someone dominate you as completely as that. To be forced into a role a little girl. That excited me, made my senses reel. It had progressed to a state, that when I was alone or outside our rooms, and had to relieve myself, I could feel the presence and dominating influence of my Mistress. This was, of course, what Carol wanted of me with this strict control: To think of her every time I urinated. She had most certainly succeeded !

Mistress Carol knew exactly where she had me! My bladder was full, my abused nipples hard, tingling and extraordinarily sensitive, my bottom warm and red with heat, my cunt throbbing for release. Hot and bothered I was, from the ice and her thorough treatment with the riding crop.

• Open your mouth, Rita. That's it. Stick out that pink tongue. Now, suck my finger. Yes, that's a good little slave girl. Make it all wet. Mmm. Continue to look me into the eyes. Yeees...

She drew my soul into those limpid eyes of hers, and I lost myself irretrievably. She then withdrew her finger from my mouth, and stood back a bit.

• Your are such a naughty, little girl aren't you, Rita, my dear?

I could only nod, my throat was dry and no words could form.

• And what do naughty little girls like you do, sometimes? When they have to pee, and their bladders are full and they forget to take their panties off? What do such girls do then, Rita?

This was a new game, a new direction, but I could easily follow her lead.

• They.. they have to pee in their panties, Mistress..

• Yes, Rita, that's what bad girls do, girls like you. They pee in their white cotton school panties. That's what they do. And they like to feel that warm wet spot spreading on their little pussies. Mmm, yes, that's what they do.

It excited me tremendously, this talk. Being a naughty, little girl that wet her panties while an older girl looked on, was a very arousing situation, and I felt my slit started to get slick with flowing juice beneath the soggy panties.

• Take your right hand now, and pull those wet panties very tight over your little pussy. Like that, yes. I want to see your slit outlined nicely. Okay, you've got it. Now keep still.

She came close to me, her left arm encircled my neck and bought my willing mouth to hers. Her right hand moved to my pussy, and she gently started to drum on my outer labia with her fingertips. Then slow, intolerably slow, fingers traced the outline of my pussy. Had she touched my naked clit I'm certain I would have exploded there and then. But of course she didn't. She just teased me. Carol then broke the kiss, looked me deep in the eyes again and whispered:

• Look into my eyes, Rita. Deep. Deep. You are my little lesbian pee slave now. Just waiting for release. Feel the pressure from your bladder, baby. Feel those panties clinging to your wet little pussy. Mmm, you love being dominated don't you, Rita.. You're such a horny bitch. Beg me now, beg to be allowed to pee in your knickers.

• Please.. please..ohh.. I..Please, Mistress Carol.. can I.. may I please pee now, Mistress?

• And where would you like to pee, you bad little girl?

• In..in my panties.. Mistress, .. Please.. please can I pee in my panties now, Mistress?

• Ohh, yes, darling Rita, you may..

I wet myself explosively then! Carol was still gently caressing my cuntal area, and now she put her finger into my pantie-covered slit and let it dwell on my urethra when I let go. My urine spurted out and a gentle warmth spread as I let go and savored the release.

• That's it, you dirty girl! Let it go! Pee in those panties, come on, Rita.

So that's what I did: Emptied myself totally, dirtied my school panties and had the hand of Mistress on my cunt during it all. I almost came - but Carol had other ideas. She was just using the situation to make me totally submissive to her wishes. Controlling me, dominating me, making me wet my panties while she was gently, ever so gently, massaging my pussy. Getting her hand all soiled with my girly juices and urine. All the time looking into my eyes, walking softly into my darkest dreams and making me beg for release!

I shivered then, beyond any conscious control, and was surprised to see Carol sniffing deeply at the hand that had been stimulating me, and which was now wet with my slick juice and piss. She then extended her tongue and lecherously licked the mixture from her hand! My lovely Mistress, lost in the flavor of me, her subservient slavegirl! I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I knew it bringing a change in the balance between Carol and me.

• Open your mouth, Rita! Suck on my fingers, you naughty little girl. Taste your own pee and pussy-juice. Yes, like that. Lick them clean, dig into that flavor! That's how bad girls taste, little slave. Bad lesbian schoolgirls, who cant restrain themselves, but pee in their panties in front of others.

I licked the mess from her fingers, and the salty, somewhat nutty aroma tickled my tastebuds and went straight to my brain. I loved this! Savoring my own piss and excitement from the hand of my Mistress I felt joy and a warm love for this older girl, who led me so competently down the secret paths of my wakening lust.

• Thank you, Mistress, I mumbled between slurps, and Carol smiled at me, like a dark angel from my dreams.

• You're welcome Rita. I can see that you enjoy this very much. Too much, in fact! You are on the edge now - an overexcited lezzie slavegirl almost creaming from the simple act of licking her Mistress' fingers. Now we cant have that! I'll need to make certain that you cant come for some time yet. You still need to be punished somewhat!

Mistress Carol then ordered me to undress completely and clean up. Afterwards she had me stand naked before her, while she tied my hands behind my back with heavy twine. Then she tied more rope round my waist, and pulled a rope between my legs and up into my crotch, taking care that it was tight but not overly uncomfortable. I was thus totally unable to touch myself and obtain the relief I so ardently craved - on the other hand, the tight crotch rope split my slit and though I couldn't make it rub sufficiently against my clit, it kept me in a highly aroused state. I was ordered to go to my pallet and sleep, but it was no easy task. Carol watched me carefully and I wasn't allowed to wriggle in my bondage, and the rope biting deliciously into my pussy gave me no escape from my heady sexual excitement. In the end, however, I did manage to fall asleep.

Then, sometime during the night, I felt hands softly caressing my bound body. A gentle massage of my tits made the nipples hard in no time, and then I felt a tug on the crotch rope, making me gasp as it slithered in my slit, which was still well lubricated with my lovejuice. Carols hoarse voice whispered in my ear, while she planted small kisses on my earlobe and face.

• Would you like to come now, love? Would you like to have my fingers caress that inviting pussy of yours? Hmm? You a such a gem, darling. So responsive, so very responsive to my dominance. But now, my dear, let us be simply lovers tonight. Just two girls on a bed, skillful tongues and fingers. Here, let me unbind you.

Naked above me, Carol untied the ropes binding my hands and crotch, and then we collapsed together on the bed, in close embrace, with wet mouths kissing and tongues playing their enticing dance. Her dripping snatch rubbed on my thigh and I realized how aroused she was. She wanted me, and she was wild with lust, if her rhythmic humping was any indication! She had called me darling and dear! I kissed her face above me, madly. I forgot what ever else I might have known: Carol became my world, my center, my reason.

I pressed her lovely body against mine, felt her breath quicken as she increased the pressure of her humping. My fingers crawled over her flawless bottom, found their way into the cleft and then I pressed lightly against her darling rosehole. Carol slowed down her rhythm, and I managed to dip my forefinger into her copious secretions and then push it into her bud.

• Yes, love.. put your finger up my ass.. Mmm., that's soo nice, honey.. fuck my ass! Faster.. use that finger of yours.. Yes.. Oh, yes.. fuck me, darling. Feel my tight hole clench round your finger... Ahhh.. I love having a girls finger inside me.. wriggling inside my bum..

Carol spurred me on with her ardent urgings, and I pressed my naked thigh against her cunt, which was now absolutely drenched with her sticky pussy-juice. Her muscular body felt wonderful against mine and her frantic lust fed my own longings. I wanted her, desperately, and I wanted her sweet scent and the taste of her on my tongue.

• Please.. Carol.. I want to taste you.. to lick you sweet cunt.. and stick my tongue up into your darling arse.. to taste you.. to make you come all over my face.. and I.. I need you to lick my pussy.. please..

Carol stopped her humping, looked at me with a big smile on her sweaty face, and slowly stuck her pink tongue out to lick her lips.

• Sure, my love. I'd love to have that talented tongue of yours pleasure me while I slurp up all that juice that has been flowing from you.

I removed my finger from her bumhole and Carol quickly shifted above me, so that her knees were on either side of my head and I had an unrestricted view of her wide open pussy. Her sparse, black soft curls did not hide the puffiness of her outer labia, swollen with desire, nor the glistening slit. The smell of her overpowered me, and as she wriggled her derriere slightly, small drops of her sweet juice landed on my face. I licked my lips, savoring her nearness, and blew a slow breath of air onto her hot crotch. She shivered, and then, agonizingly slow, let her cunt descend on my face. I extended my tongue, and was soon teasing her slit with long, lingering licks. Grabbing her firm buttcheeks I spread them somewhat, and pulled her down on my face, intoxicated by her heady, aroused smell. My mouth glued to her cunt and my nose inhaled the aroma of her rectum - musky, dark, earthy, wonderful!

Carol hasted to reciprocate. Her warm mouth engulfed my pussy and I gave her free access by clamping my legs around her body. She proceeded to lave my nether lips, avoiding direct contact with my erect, throbbing clit. Then she concentrated on stimulating the area between my pussy and asshole, carefully licking every squaremillimeter of skin, until she reached my puckered rosebud. I was moaning into her cunt and slurping my tongue around in her excited pussy, but now I dipped my forefinger in her wetness and resumed my previous fingerfucking of her delectable ass. She squirmed with pleasure on my finger and started to open my sphincter with the tip of her velvety tongue. It forced its way into my ass, and she reamed me forcefully and deeply, wriggling her prehensile tongue around in my excitable bottom.

• Mmfgghh. Oooh.. Yesss.. Carol... you are licking my asss.. Mmm.. , I mumbled between mouthfuls of pussy.

Carol removed her tongue, and then started to fingerfuck my little bumhole instead, first wetting her finger in my dripping pussy, and then inserting it forcefully in my rosebud.

• Come, Darling, Let us come together.. while we fuck each others ass.. Suck on my clit.... Yeeeeessss, suck it, you lesbian slut, make me cooooommmme.... I sucked on her protruding, erectile clitoris, while my finger was moving in and out of her tight arse in a fast, demanding rhythm. Then I felt her sweet mouth encircle my own pleasure-center, and as she sucked my clit into her mouth and let her tongue dance on its tip, I clenched my ass on her intruding finger and let my world disintegrate as I came and came and came in total synchrony with my love, my Mistress, above me. The orgiastic release engulfed us both, spasms reaching even the tips of our toes and fingers.

And that was only the start of that delightful nights endless pleasure. We made each other come so many times we lost count, using tongues, fingers, love and imagination. Before I drifted off to sleep, satiated, more happy than I had ever been before, Carol nibbled on my earlobe and whispered endearments:

• When I saw you standing there with Miss Hartley, on the day you came, I almost couldn't restrain myself. I wanted to rape you there and then, my sweet darling. I've loved you ever since. Not just loved to dominate you and be your Mistress - but loved you with all my heart. Could you possibly also love me?

• I do, Carol, I almost shouted then. I love you, not only because you have take such wonderful control of me and taught me to honor and obey your slightest whim. But because you are the woman of my life. My mate, my lover, my darling....

She gently kissed my tears away then, and we drifted away to the dream country, holding each other now and for ever.

1. Carol and her aunt

How happy we were, Carol and I! Our days were spent in play and love, often with me in as submissive and Carol as my accomplished Mistress. At other times we snuggled up together in the bed or in the sofa and gently kissed and caressed each other and exchanged such talk as lovers do: Stories from our former life, fantasies and longings, plans for the future.

Gradually I pieced together Carols history. She had been brought up very strictly and without much love from her extremely wealthy parents, but they had died in a ski accident when she was 11, and she had then gone to live with an aunt, she knew very little about.

"I was very surprised and frightened the first time I saw her, Rita. She seemed very tall, and she dressed all in black. Long dresses and long-sleeved silkshirts. Very old-fashioned and Victorian, I thought. Stuffy. She wasn't really though. Quite the contrary, as I soon discovered. You se, she had this thing about discipline.

Oh, yes. It was she, who taught me most of what I know about being a Mistress, and how to dominate girls like you. When I came to her house she set up a number of ground rules and told me that if I didn't follow these rules, she would punish me. They were not very strict rules, and they were mainly concerned with what time I should be home at night and that I should do my homework and chores and stuff like that. Reasonable rules, and more lenient that I had been used to. I thought punishment from my aunt would imply stuff like being grounded and not being allowed desert and the like. Such as my parents had used. I was not expecting physical punishment, but this is what she had in mind, of course.'

• When did she punish you the first time, Carol. What did you do?

• The first time? Oh, I had been living with Aunt Kate for about 6 months I suppose, when I first seriously broke the rules. I'd been out to a movie with some friends of mine from school, and we had gone to a cafe and chatted and I had forgotten the time. So I came back home about 2 hours late, and found Aunt Kate in a temper. She scolded me for being late, and then told me she would have to punish me immediately for my transgression. She asked me to get a hairbrush from her dresser, and I was very puzzled, having no inkling of what was to came. So I went to get it, and then she started to order me around:

• Now, Carol. You have been a very naughty girl, and broken the rules I've set down for your conduct. So I'll punish you by giving you a sound spanking on your bare buttocks!

I was totally flabbergasted. My Aunt was going to spank me because I had come home late! I was twelve years old, and was going to get spanked like some little naughty girl! Now I cant say that the thought was totally abhorrent to me. I was a rather well developed twelve year old. My breasts were starting to form, and although I had no hair on my pussy, I did have some feeling there. And at night I sometimes rubbed myself, and in the last months I had become slick with juice and had also found my clitoris, although I'd never climaxed. And I had been thinking about girls when I touched myself. About naked girls with hairless slits and small breasts and firm buttocks, and I had actually fantasized about slapping those little bums. And now I was going to get spanked myself!

• Take your shoes off, and remove your slacks and panties.

• But, Aunt Kate. I..I don't want to be spanked, Auntie!

• You should have thought of that before you break the rules, young lady! And no lip from you. Hurry now, or I will increase the severity of your punishment.

Aunt Kate's eyes were flashing and there was high color in her cheeks. She looked incredibly imposing and I did not feel capable of any further arguing. Besides - the situation was giving me a strange thrill, and the prospect of being spanked by this adult, full-bosomed woman was certainly daunting, but it also made me all warm and tingly. So I rapidly complied with her order and quickly undressed, so that I stood demurely before her, holding my hands in front of me. My shirt was long and hid my naked bum and pussy.

• That's better, Carol. Look at me girl!

I looked into her eyes and sensed something being born between us. Electricity touched my spine and I had to look away, but not before recognizing the warmth in the brief smile on her lips. What was going on here? Sternness and warmth intermingling?

Aunt Kate now, much to my surprise, removed her own plaited skirt and stood revealed before me in black, lacy undergarments topped by a garter belt that held up her long silk stockings. I had never seen her thus, and could barely control my curiosity.

• I like to deliver a spanking without my skirt on, Carol. It gives me better control over the proceedings, if I can feel your nakedness on my thigh. Now: Come here and get the spanking you deserve, young lady!

She sat down, in a chair without armrests, and I approached her slowly. Aunt Kate now carefully positioned me on her lap, ordered me to keep my arms away from my bum, and then gently started to warm up my naked flesh with her hands. She slapped each of my buns with the flat of her palm until it was suffused with pinkness, and then she took hold of the hairbrush.

During this initial treatment I had become more and more excited. Blood flowed into my warmed arse-cheeks and I felt my pussy becoming wet. Now Aunt Kate let her left hand trail down between my slightly spread legs and I felt her fingers gently pinch my outer labia and slither slowly along my slit. I wriggled in her lap, aroused by the whole situation, by having my stern Aunt have free access to my bared buttocks, by the prospect of being painfully taught how to behave by this charismatic woman.

• That was the warm-up, Carol. Now its time for your punishment. Ask me to punish you.

• What... I.. Aunt Kate.. Why should I ask...

Smack! Smack!

The hairbrush hit my warm buttocks with a resounding smack and I yelped. Surprised at the severity of the pain.

• I'm in charge her, Carol. And don't you forget it! Naughty young girls who stay up late must beg for their punishment! So they'll never forget it.

• I'm sorry, Aunt Kate. Please punish me, Aunt. I've been naughty and disobeyed the rules.

• You have indeed, my girl. And how should I punish you?

• Please s.. sp..spank me, Aunt Kate. Please spank my naked bottom.

We were both breathing rapidly now, aroused by the talk. I discovered I liked being addressed as a naughty girl, and being forced to beg for my own punishment made my slit even juicier than before.

So, darling Rita, there I was. Lying in the lap of my dominant aunt, with bare, pink butt-cheeks and a pussy that was dripping its honey on the naked skin of the older woman. About to be mercilessly spanked with a heavy, wooden hairbrush. Wriggling, aroused and very frightened at the same time. Starting to realize that Aunt Kate thoroughly enjoyed my predicament and remembering her gentle fondling of my virgin cunt, moments before.

• Carol, my dear. I'm going to deliver 20 smacks on your pink, little butt. 10 on each of those delicious cheeks. I want you to count out loud every time the brush hits your bottom, and to thank me for giving you this punishment. Do you understand this?

She was gently caressing my sensitized butt-flesh with the bristly side of the hairbrush, causing me to contract my buttocks in rhythm with the soft movements of the brush. I was totally unable to concentrate. My mind was a mush. Every time I contracted my nether cheeks, my hot pussy moved slightly forward, bringing it in contact with the warm flesh of my aunt. The bristles on the brush were prickly soft on my bum. I could only gasp.

Smack! Smack!

Fires of pain exploded in my poor ass. Aunt Kate was not sparing me, and the polished wood of the hairbrush again hit my wobbling bottom with a vengeance.

• Answer me, girl! I asked you if you understood my order?

I collected my wits somewhat and managed to stutter, that yes, I did understand her orders.

• Very well, I will now proceed with your spanking.

Two smacks hit me on the upper part of my thighs, were they met my buttocks. Not very heavy blows, but enough to cause a sharp stinging pain. I was prepared, though and was able to respond:

• One. Thank you Aunt Kate. Two. Thank you, Aunt Kate.

• Excellent, dear. That's what I like to hear. Would you like me to proceed?

I was by now getting the hang of the game she was playing with me, and did not hesitate.

• Yes, please Aunt Kate. Please spank me more. I've been naughty and deserve punishment.

Two more smacks followed, harder this time, and placed on the sides of my cheeks. Again I kept my wits about me and responded correctly. Aunt Kate now proceeded to spank my poor bottom thoroughly. No part was left untouched and by the time she had finished, and had given me a few extra spanks for the times I forgot to count or to thank her, I was sobbing and whimpering with pain. My butt was throbbing in agony, and undoubtedly very red from the blows my aunt had delivered. But underneath the agony and pain, blood was flowing and the undeniable arousal was making my mind spin with dark desires. My honey-pot was hotter than ever before, tingling with newly discovered sensations, and my little clit was humming its own heady melody of throbbing excitement.

Aunt Kate's long nails trailed over my abused ass, carving lines of pleasure into the fires. A finger softly titillated my anal opening. I shivered.

• Sooo, Aunt Kate cooed. Your little butt is all red and sore from my spanking. You did very well, darling. Such a good girl you are. With such a well spanked ass. It is warm down there, dear? Is your little girls bottom all hot and bothered now?

• Yee.. yess. Auntie.. I'm so hot. My bum hurts, but its all warm and tingly.

• Mmm. I know dear. What about between your legs? How is you pussy? I seem to feel rather wet on my thighs? I think you have been dripping love-juice all over me, you naughty little girl!

• Ooh, Auntie.. your fingers.. yessss ... I'm so very... hot... please, Aunt Kate... what's happening.

I was wriggling uncontrollably in the lap of my aunt as she was sliding her knowing fingers into my juicy hole. She then withdrew her fingers and smeared my love-juice on my abused bum, providing a certain relief. She then told me to sit in her lap, facing her, and keep my hands knotted behind my neck. My legs went around her waist, and she spread her legs so my red butt-cheeks did not have to bear any of my weight. At the same time this position gave my aunt total access to my sopping pussy. Aunt Kate now proceeded to remove my shirt and the cotton T-shirt I had been wearing, exposing my upper body. My small, budding breasts were topped by two very stiff and prominent nipples and she took a firm hold on each of these, pinched them between thumb and forefinger and looked into my eyes. Her face was flushed, her cheeks blossoming rosy red, her eyes melting me like butter.

• I enjoy spanking little girls bums, Carol. I enjoy pinching their stiff little nipples and making their naked pussies dripping wet. As you pussy is now, isn't it? Sopping wet with desire and lust. Because you loved being spanked by me didn't you, Carol? I know you did. The way you wriggled and whimpered and pushed yourself against my thigh. You like to se me all dressed up in black underwear, don't you? And I've seen you looking at your girlfriends. Staring at their asses and tits. You're just like me, Carol. Wouldn't you like to fondle and spank a girls ass? Ohh, I know you would, you little devil!

I could only respond by nodding. A devil was I! Her own deviltry far exceeded mine - the way she played me, and had read my innermost desires. Her fingers were now playing their own deviltry with my stiff clit and inner labia. Pinching, fondling, rubbing. Bringing me to the ultimate brink, then stopping in order to roughly fondle me abused ass, tickling my tight asshole or pulling and pinching my stiff, throbbing nipples. Then, at last, she told me she was going to make me come, and she bent forward slightly to suck my right tit into her warm engulfing mouth. Then her left forefinger penetrated my virgin rectum and proceeded to fingerfuck my stretched anal canal, while two fingers of her right hand forcefully entered my slippery pussy and started a rhythmic fucking. She then made her thumb flicker on my blood-engorged clit, removed her mouth from my tit, and told me to come:

• Come, Carol dear. Come with your aunts finger up your tight little bum and wet cunt. Let yourself go, now. Feel the pleasure and the pain from your spanked butt. Come.. come..

And I did come. My butt clenched on her intruding digit, my cunt spasmed around her fucking fingers and my clit simply exploded as I screamed my violent release into a newborn world. I knew I would never be the same again, as I rode my aunts knowledgeable fingers to the first orgasm of my life. Spanked, humiliated, and loving it. Knowing that I would love to do the same to another girl, I fell fulfilled forward into the ample bosom of my devious aunt.

Later that night, Rita, my aunt taught me how to please a woman. I lost myself exploring the intricacies of her cunt and I almost came myself when she introduced me to the art of licking an arsehole and I'll never forget the velvety feeling of her anal canal when she clenched it around my intruding tongue for the first time. She became my teacher and my lover, and when she felt she had no more to teach me, she sent me off to Miss Hartley."

That night, after Carol had told me her story, I pretended to be a very naughty young Carol and she dressed up accordingly and punished me as thoroughly as her Aunt Kate had punished her.

Afterwards, lying close to my Mistress and lover I asked her, how she came to be a dominant through the training of her aunt, and Carol kissed me and promised to tell that tale on a different night.

1. The submission of Eve

After Carol had been introduced to the pleasures of domination by her strict and depraved aunt, she found herself fantasizing more and more about being in control of a girl. She enjoyed the games she played with Aunt Kate, and the training she received, but she recognized that what she wanted was to dominate and seduce a girl into a world of spankings, bondage and lesbian slavery.

" And then one day, when I was thirteen, a new girl arrived at our school. Eve her name was. A lush, early developed girl a year younger than me. She already had a swelling bosom, a curvaceous full body and her dark hair was long and almost reached her cute bottom. I knew immediately I had to have her, and set out to make a friend of her.

It wasn't difficult. She was an only child and lonely, as she had only recently moved to our town. Soon we were the best of friends and freely visited each others houses. I kept Aunt Kate informed of my desires, and together we planned the ultimate seduction of the unsuspecting Eve.

One weekend, when Eves parents were out of town, she was to stay with us and we decided the moment was ripe. I was lusting for her to such a degree that I had considerable trouble in controlling myself when she was around. I frankly wanted to rape her, rip her clothes off and violate that ripe body of hers. Aunt Kate had cautioned me, but recognized the fact that the act could not be postponed. So we had set our trap and our prey arrived, innocent and dressed in a short pink skirt topped by a white, tight T-shirt. No bra, so her prominent nipples were clearly outlined. She wore white tennis-socks and sneakers. I had dressed for the occasion, in a medium length midnight-blue satin dress and had on silk stockings, new high-heeled shoes and black silk underwear, which Aunt Kate had helped me choose. I had also started to use make-up and had taken much care to appear as grown-up as possible. From Eves reaction I knew I had succeeded:

• Whau, Carol. You look stunning! Such a pretty dress, and what lovely shoes!

She goggled at my outfit, and I just smiled and let her in. Lamb to the slaughter. Aunt Kate and I had agreed that she should keep very much in the background, and she just appeared to greet Eva and then she let us alone.

I had prepared a sumptuous feast, and Aunt Kate had provided sweet white wine in order to make Eve relax as much as possible. So we ate, and talked and giggled and afterwards I suggested we saw some videos. Sitting in the sofa I together we watched a sweet romance. Eve loved it, and as she was so absorbed I had no resistance from her, when I casually put my arm around her and drew her close. Gently I caressed her shoulder and let my fingers play with her long hair while we watched the movie.

I then pretended to rummage through Aunt Kate's videos, found one and told Eve I didn't know it but the title sounded OK. It was called 'Girls in love' and was a lesbian movie where two girls made relaxed love to each other. I put it on, returned to the sofa and again pulled Eve close to me. This time, though, I circled her waist and let my hand lie on her upper thigh. The movie started with the two girls walking hand in hand in a forest, talking and laughing. They embraced under a large tree and started to French kiss each other.

Eve was startled and pulled away slightly, but I drew her back. - What are they doing, Carol? Two girls kissing each other? That's .. that's unnatural!

• Is it now?, I answered and quickly took her inviting lips into possession, and rapidly inserted my tongue into her velvety oral cavity. She tried to fight me off, but I was stronger than her and had taken her by surprise, so she submitted to me.

I finished kissing her, laughed and suggested we watched some more. The two girls had now gone to an apartment and they were caressing each other and slowly taking their clothes off.

• There is nothing wrong with two girls kissing and touching each other, Eve. See: They are doing it. Its not unnatural, its just two girls that like each other, just like we like each other. We are friends, aren't we? And we can kiss each other.

I kissed her again, deeply, and at the same time my hands nuzzled her earlobes. I had guessed right: She loved having her lobes touched. I stopped kissing her and started whispering in her sweet ear:

• I like kissing you Eve. You are so soft and cuddly and nice. I've been looking forward the whole week to having you here. I love you, Eve, I really do.

My caresses were getting to her. She trembled against me, and I drew her closer, letting my hands explore her luscious body. I continued to whisper endearments in her sensitive ear and also gently blew small breaths of air into it.

• Come, Eve. Lie down with your head in my lap, and we can watch the rest of the movie. I'd like to see what those two nice girls can do to each other.

As if I didn't know! It was one of my favorite movies and I'd watched it several times, alone or in a close sexual embrace with my aunt. The two girls would end up licking each others slits and arseholes in the sixty-nine position and come to an explosive mutual orgasm. While they gradually worked their way to this climax, I subtly caressed my girlfriend and enjoyed having her head placed on my satin-covered thigh. She for her part seemed completely engrossed in the movie, watching the antics of the girls with barely suppressed excitement and her darting tongue often had to wet her dry lips.

In the position Eve was in now, I had easy access to her budding tits and I let my caresses wander over her delightful body, but always took extra care to briefly stroke her firm tit-flesh or lightly graze her nipples beneath the T-shirt. Unconsciously she pushed her chest towards me, letting me know her body was beginning to get turned on. The stiffening of her nipples also told their own tale of awakening desire as did the hand resting between her shapely legs.

• Isn't it nice, Eve? Seeing two girls touch each other so intimately? Look how she enjoys having her buttocks licked. And there: Did you see that tongue? Slithering into that dark hole...

Eve didn't answer, she was far away and aching to be touched. I couldn't let the sweet thing down, so I pulled her unresisting body upright and removed her T-shirt. The girly chest was bared in all its beauty and I couldn't resist giving each nipple a long careful suck. That woke up Eve!

• Ooh, Carol you mustn't. Please.. Nooo.. You shouldn't.. my nipples are soo.. - So what Eve? What are your nipples? Sensitive?

I tweaked the long, brown nipples between my fingers and she groaned but her body had no defense and the nipples stiffened even more and I could see their throbbing echoed in Eves eyes.

• You'll come with me now, Eve. Upstairs. Wont you? You like me touching your dear breasts and your lovely body. And were only girls. Girls who like and love each other aren't we?

I kissed her again, demanding her, and she responded by melting against me, pressing her naked chest into the cool satin of my dress.

• Yes.. Carol, she said hesitantly.

And then, surprising and enrapturing me:

• I, I'd like to touch you too...

• And so you shall, my love, but let me surprise you.

I took a velvet blindfold from a drawer near the couch and talked her into being blindfolded. From there on, it was only a small step to lead her upstairs to my room, where Aunt Kate, unknown to Eve, was waiting. Our prize was won - now we could enjoy her.

I walked behind Eve up the stairs. One hand on the shoulder, the other on her firm butt, leading her. Once we were in my room, I sat her down on the bed and Aunt Kate silently appeared from the corridor outside and winked at me. An anticipatory smile was on her lips. I now pushed Eve backward, smothered her beneath my satiny body and rapidly secured her wrists in the cuffs I had put at each corner of the bed.

• Hey, what are you doing? Don't tie me up, Carol!, Eve pleaded.

• Hush, dear. It'll do you good, and I'll make you fell wonderful. Just relax, honey.

I then removed her tight skirt, but left her the white cotton panties. There was a telltale wet spot above her slit, and I wanted to use those panties in my violation of Eve. Her ankles were now cuffed and Eve was spead-eagled before me, blindfolded and only clad in her small cotton panties. A lovely sight she was! Struggling in her bonds and trying to convince me to set her free.

I hushed her up with hot kisses on her lips and succulent breasts and by whispering in her ear how much I loved her and how good I was going to maker her feel. Then Aunt Kate handed me a long soft feather and I started to tickle my helpless, moaning captive.

• Please, Carol! Let me go.. Pleeease.. Ohh... Nooo.. don't.... Oh, that tickles.. Nooo, not there, not between my legs.. Carol...

I straddles her amply endowed chest facing towards her legs and gently caressed Eve's inner thighs with the soft feather. I took my time, sometimes letting it tease her slit, which was outlined nicely beneath her tight cottons panties. I then moved my silk-covered ass upwards, smothering Eve's face and muffling her pleadings. I arranged the blue satin of my dress so that it completely covered her face and placed my thighs so that Eve's nose was pressed up in my ass-crack and I could feel her breath on my silk-covered slit. I loved being in control! Having a beautiful girls body to play with and to use for my pleasure made my juice flow copiously and I knew Eve would be surrounded by the aroma of my arousal within her satiny prison.

I carefully lifted the elastic band of her panties, baring her hairless pussy. I let the feather explore the exposed labia and the slick slit of the young girl, parting the puffy nether lips and letting it slither over her small hooded clit, which was starting to swell with blood. Eve didn't quite know what to do. She writhered in her bonds, but could not stop herself from pushing up against the tickling feather, which was providing such pleasure to her virgin pussy. I knew I had her then, and started to move my arse on Eves face, riding her.

• Stick you tongue out, Eve. Lick my panties, little girl!

• Mmggffll, said Eve, muffled.

I removed the feather, let go of the elastic band of her panties, and started slapping her girly cunt with my hand.

• I wont let you come, if you don't start licking me now, Eve. I'll slap you pussy, pull you cuntlips, squeeze your nipples, but you'll not have any release until you stick your tongue out and start tasting my juice...

I looked at Aunt Kate, who had pulled up her skirt and had one had inside her panties, fondling her cunt. Her eyes bored into mine, a lewd smile played on her lips. She winked. At the same moment Eve decided to relent, her mind undoubtedly clouded by the pleasure I had introduced her to, and by my promise of not letting her come. She probably did not know in detail, what coming implied, but her body was craving release, and would not let her forget it. So she stuck out her tongue and started reluctantly to pay proper homage to my pussy. I felt her tongue slide over my tight, black silken panties, which were by now totally infused with my sticky girl juice. Eve was blindfolded, trapped between my thighs, enclosed within my satin dress, bound and spread-eagled on my bed. And now her inexperienced tongue for the first time tasted the exquisite juice directly from another girls aroused, wet cunt.

• Lick it, Eve. Lick my pussy.. Yeesss.. let me feel your tongue on my panties...

Eve just slurped. I moved a bit, letting her tongue move to the silk-covered opening of my tight ass. My lovely captive continued her tonguing and soon the anal rim was wet with her saliva. Aunt Kate silently approached us, and bent down to French kiss me deeply and roughly fondle my breasts. I groaned and moved faster over Eve face, which was now slick with my secretions.

Aunt Kate now motioned me away from Eve, and as I was very close to creaming all over the face of my luscious girlfriend it was with some reluctance I obeyed. After a long kiss and a close embrace involving extensive fondling of my ass, my aunt then removed my soggy panties, which I immediately proceeded to stuff into Eve's mouth, silencing her incessant moans. I took a pair of scissors we had previously laid out ready for use and proceeded to carefully make two incisions in Eves panties, one on each side of her sopping wet crotch. I did not cut the elastic band, and the result was that she now had a narrow band of cotton covering her young pussy. I bundled this narrow band of cloth up into her slit, baring her swollen outer cuntlips on either side of the cotton.

What a sight! A twelve year old girl tied to my bed, black velvet over her eyes, my soaking panties in her mouth, with a thin strip of cotton slicing gently into her virgin slit and painfully erigated nipples. I rapidly took op my dress and bra, and clad only in garter-belt and silk stockings I accepted a small bottle of invigorating massage oil from Aunt Kate, and started a long sensuous massage of Eves flat tummy and firm bosom.

Straddling her thighs I used gentle pressure to rub the oil into her warm skin, paying special attention to her aching nipples, pulling them slowly from their well-shaped base, then releasing them again. I pinched them and even bit them teasingly with my teeth. They grew, beyond what I had thought possible, and seemed to hum with some secret tune of their own, those brown, tumescent nubs of flesh that stood so proudly up from Eves sun-brown hillocks. When I finished ravaging her chest, she was breathing fast and a fine sweat covered her body. It was time for her to work!

I changed my position, so that my now naked ass covered her face. Her breath tickled my nether regions, and I insisted on pressing my aroused rosebud down on her tongue, commanding her to lick me, to pay service to her true Mistress. Eve had surrendered, there was no fight left in her, and besides: Her arousal was probably greater even than mine. So she complied readily, investigating my tight hole with a questing, soft tongue.

• Yes, Eve! That's sooo good, honey. Fuck my butt with your tongue, Eve. Stick it in a far as you can, out now. In again. Yessss.. ohh, that's divine! More.. faster..

Eve frenetically reamed my ass with ever increasing speed, and my depraved aunt now approached, extremely turned on by our show, and started to fondle my breasts and pinch my stiff nipples as I rode Eves slurping tongue. Then one of her hands found its way to my erect clitoris and just a whisper of a touch was enough to set me off for the stars and my destination: I came. Violently, recklessly, howling my raw pleasure into the world. I came. With Eves surprisingly talented tongue (she loved it, the little slut), up my bum and Aunt Kate's talented fingers playing on my teenage clit.

I then kissed Eve violently, took a small vibrator from my aunt and proceeded to maul her responsive bumhole, while Aunt Kate, with a somewhat bigger vibrator, took care of our captives cunt and clit.

• Ooooohhh, Carol! What are you doing to me.. it .. it hums and its hot and.. Ohhhh, Yesss .. there, Please carol, that's soo good. I've never felt ... Ohhhhhhh. I'm ... let me.... Aaaaaarggg

And she climaxed. Wriggling, not against but within her bonds, incoherently moaning, pushing her darling pussy up against those wonderful vibrations. And in the exact moment she came, I pinched her nipples tightly and watched her release with immense pride: My captive, my slave, my Eve had an explosive orgasm, induced by me.

Aah, yes, Rita. That was a wonderful night, and Eve became a well-behaved and very obedient and loving slavegirl. My first. "

I loved that story. And hated it. I was insanely jealous of Eve, because she had been my beloved Mistress first slavegirl, and the only way for me to overcome that was to reenact it.

So one night I took on the role of Eve and Carol dominated me as she had with Eve, and somewhere in the background I'm sure Miss Hartley herself played the role of Aunt Kate.