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Lady Penelope sat in the voluptuously comfortable and cradling arms of the headmistress’s chair and gazed at the screen of the computer. It showed a CCTV image of the corridor outside the room. There was a line of chairs, stiff upright and uncushioned, lined up against a wall. Two of the chairs were occupied by a pair of nervous looking schoolgirls.
“These are the two you’ve selected for tonight?”
“Yes, your ladyship. I have been training them for several weeks. I am sure they are ready.”
“They’d better be after the fiasco of last time. How come they’re here and not on holiday?”
“I contacted their parents and told them the girl’s grades were down and they could do with some extra tutoring. In truth I think they were glad not to have them over the summer. Wendy’s are off doing something in the far east and Sarah’s are living it up on the Med somewhere. I think her presence might cramp their style. Anyway, both of them said to keep them here until next term.”
“I hoped sending Matthew helped,”
“That was a touch of genius on your part. He did his job admirably.”
“I mainly keep him around the estate for … ‘decorative’ purposes but he sometime comes in useful for more practical things.”
“I also asked Miss Blake, she teaches biology, to give the girls some extra lessons. She was most happy to oblige.”
Lady Penelope glanced at Miss Pritchard the headmistress. She was perched nervously on a chair on the other side of the desk, a chair usually reserved for disobedient girls sent to be disciplined. She was beginning to appreciate how they must feel when they were sent to see her. Lady Penelope’s eyes went back to the screen to examine the girls further. They were undoubtedly both pretty and made a good contrasting pair, one being blonde and the other brunette. They both wore the standard academy uniform which was designed to preserve their modesty rather than show off their charms.
“You have more suitable clothing for them?”
“Yes, my lady. I thought perhaps you might want to supervise that. I have a choice of clothes for them.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” said the older woman, a smile of anticipation flickering across her face. “Shall we call them in? One at a time I think.”
“Of course. Which would you like to see first?” replied Miss Pritchard, rising from her seat.
“The blonde one.”
Miss Pritchard opened the door and looked out into the corridor. “Sarah, come in here,” she commanded using as stern a voice as she could.
The young girl nervously came into the head’s office. Being summoned to the office usually meant she was in trouble but Miss Pritchard’s attitude to her had changed dramatically recently and now she was unsure what to expect. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the carpet and barely registered the woman sat behind the desk. Instead she made a beeline for the usual interview chair.
“Did I say you could sit?” snapped the mystery woman.
Sarah immediately moved away from the chair and stood next to it. She glanced up to find the woman staring at her intensely. Suddenly she was even more nervous than before. The woman was a little older than Miss Pritchard, Sarah guessed late forties maybe early fifties and was elegantly and expensively dressed and looked stunning. Sarah quickly looked away and back down to the floor. She could feel the woman’s forensic examination as a silence stretched across the room. Just as it was becoming unbearable the woman spoke.
“My name is Lady Penelope and you will address me as My Lady. Is that understood?”
Dumbly Sarah nodded her head.
“Don’t be insolent, girl, speak up!”
“Yes, my lady. Sorry, my lady,” Sarah managed to squeeze out, her voice tremulous with fear.
“Better! Let me explain things. I own this school and it is my money that has paid for your education. An education for which I am sure you are very grateful.” The woman paused and looked at Sarah expectantly.
“Oh yes, thank you my lady.”
“In return for my generosity I sometimes expect some extra duties from some of the students here. Tonight, it is your turn. Along with your friend outside. I am holding a discrete dinner party for a few business associates and you will attend to bring a little glamour to the occasion. Is that too much to ask?”
“No, my lady.”
“You and your friend will act as servers during the meal and then as companions after it. Are you a virgin? And please don’t lie to me.”
Sarah was taken aback by the sudden question and, for a moment, couldn’t speak. In the end the woman answered her own question.
“I know you are not from the physical examination I had them give you a few days ago. When you lost it and who it was with and how you managed to evade the academy’s vigilance is not important. At least it means you have some experience. Now, I am sure, living in an all-female environment you have experience of sex with other females.”
Sarah was about to protest until she looked at Lady Penelope. Slowly the computer screen was turned around and a grainy night-vision picture appeared. It showed a young girl lying naked on a bed and the head of another girl busy between her legs. Slowly Sarah realised that the girl on the bed was her. As she stood transfixed by what was happening on screen, she failed to notice that Lady Penelope had left the comfort of her chair and had walked around to stand behind her. Suddenly a handful of her hair was grabbed, and her head was jerked back.
“I do hope you’re not going to deny that. Technology that can see in the dark is marvellous these days, isn’t it?”
She let go of Sarah’s hair and resumed her seat behind the desk.
“That footage will remain locked away, but I am sure you can work out what would happen if it were to leak out. To your parents maybe? But rest assured that will not happen as long as you behave yourself. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, my lady, please don’t …”
“Go and stand over there,” she interrupted and pointed to a corner of the room, “its time to speak to your friend.”
Obediently Sarah walked across and stood in the corner as Miss Pritchard opened the door and called out, “Wendy!”
Slowly she came in looking around the room, trying to discern what was going on. She had used the extra time sat in the corridor to worry about what was about to happen and that hadn’t helped. She had no idea who the well-dressed older woman sitting in Miss Pritchard’s chair was, but she looked quite formidable. Seeing Sarah standing in the corner looking cowed and defeated made her wary.
She was subjected to much the same line of questioning as her friend and she decided that honesty was the best policy although the questions of a more intimate nature made her blush. She doubted that Miss Pritchard knew who was guilty of taking her virginity, but she had a strange feeling that Lady Penelope did. She had always had vague suspicions about the handsome young man who mysteriously appeared in the middle of last term. His duties as gardener and handyman seemed to occupy little of his time and he could concentrate his efforts satisfying the needs of the students. A job he was very good at. It also didn’t take a lot of working out to discover that it was her head busy between Sarah’s naked thighs.
Lady Penelope signalled that the interview was at an end by beckoning to Sarah to come stand next to her friend.
“Obviously your school uniform will not be suitable on this occasion although it might be appreciated at other times in the future. Miss Pritchard has kindly taken it on herself to source some alternative clothing for you. While she is fetching that you can both strip!”
When the girls hesitated and glanced at each other the woman behind the desk stood up ominously and glared at them.
“When I say do something, I expect it to be done immediately. Do I make myself clear? Now, STRIP!”
When the girls slowly started to remove their school blazers she sat slowly back down and started to watch them carefully. As they were slowly revealed she began to appreciate what treasures had been lurking under the unflattering uniform. When they were down to their underwear they again hesitated as if by mutual consent.
“Don’t stop there, girls,” she taunted them, “all the way. Shoes and socks as well. You can’t wear those tonight.”
The girls looked frightened as they took off their shoes and socks and then tried to be modest with their bras and panties. It wasn’t easy but finally they stood before the desk trying to cover their modesty.
“Don’t try and hide girls. Hands behind your heads,” came the curt command.
Lady Penelope leaned forward with her elbows on the desk as the two girls reluctantly obeyed. As she looked the two girls up and down, she felt a pang of jealousy. Their modest breasts were youthfully pert. Sarah looked to be a B while Wendy seemed to be a very modest A although there was little in it between them. She was happy with the choice as she had a fondness for small breasts. Her own small pair had withstood the ravages of time but were just starting to show their age. Further down Sarah was showing a full bush where Wendy was more neatly trimmed. Both would have to go before this evening. Slowly she pushed herself up and walked around the desk and stood behind the girls.
One after the other she corrected their posture by pulling their elbows back making their breasts stand out proudly.
“That’s better,” she commented, her voice now soft and caring, “no sense in hiding those pretty young tits.”
She reached round to the front of Sarah and took a nipple in each hand and squeezed, manipulating them until they grew hard. Then one hand travelled lower and she took a pinch of pubic hair and tugged at it, eliciting a squeal of pain.
“This will all have to go before tonight. My guests like my girls to have naked cunts.”
She moved across to Wendy and gave her breasts the same treatment and tugged at her neatly trimmed pubes.
“These as well, young lady. Miss Pritchard will see to it before you arrive. But now let’s try on some outfits.”
While the girls had been occupied undressing Miss Pritchard had wheeled in a rack full of clothes. She was standing beside it admiring what had been revealed. Lady Penelope stood behind Wendy cupping her breasts and looking quizzically at Miss P.
“What do you think, Ann, we’ll be hard pushed to get a cleavage out of this one? I think we’d better go for the tight-fitting top, don’t you? My gentleman friends will love that.”
After rummaging through the clothes on the rack Miss P. held out a pale-yellow top for Lady P’s approval. She took it and held it out to Wendy and told her to put it on. There was a look of relief on the girl’s face as she thought she could finally hide herself, but it was short-lived. As she struggled to tug the tight garment over herself, she realised that it was almost transparent and far from covering her it showed off her breasts and nipples even more. She blushed deeply at the revelation.
“Do I have to w…” she started to protest.
The sound of a hard smack echoed around the room and Wendy took a step forward, clutching her bottom.
“You will do as I tell you. Understand?”
When there was no response the smack was repeated.
“Understand?”
“Y-yes, my lady.”
“Good, then hands back behind your head and elbows back as before while I deal with your friend.”
And Lady Penelope moved on to Sarah. She cupped her breasts, moving them this way and that.
“I think this one could handle something plunging.”
“I thought you might say that,” said the ever-willing Miss Pritchard as she held out a sparkly blue top.
Once Sarah had put it on the two women stopped to admire their choices. Especially Sarah who’s top had no fastenings down the front and plunged all the way to her waist. It gaped open wide enough to show the swellings of her breasts and it was obvious that any false or careless move would free them from their totally inadequate constraint. Both girls had, by now, turned a bright red colour as they glanced at each other.
“I must go,” said Lady Penelope decisively, “I have an evening to prepare for. I can trust you with the rest I’m sure. Skirts to match their tops and hold-up stockings, black for both I think. And high heels of course, something tarty to match their outfits. Oh, and get rid of the hair. You know I like nice clean looking cunts.”
“Of course, my lady, I’ll see to it. You can trust me.”
“Let’s hope so after last time.”
It was almost a gesture of affection as she reached down and cupped Wendy’s vagina, making the girl jump with surprise. As she gently caressed it, she whispered in her ear.
“This cunt will be mine tonight, slut.”
And then she was gone, and the two girls were left dazed and confused. Miss Pritchard brought them back to reality by clapping her hands together.
“Enough day dreaming, girls. Tops off and to the bathroom and let’s get those pussies shaved.”
And she marched off leaving the girls to scramble out of the one item of clothing they were wearing and to go running to catch up with the headmistress. They came into the corridor just in time to see Miss Pritchard disappear into the staff toilets and hurried to catch up with her. It was the end of the school year and most of the girls and staff had left for the summer holidays so there was no one to witness the sight of two naked girls running down the corridor.
Neither of them had ever been in this room before and it was larger than they expected and much more luxurious. At the far end were two stalls with a glass fronted shower cubicle next to them. A row of hand basins were along one wall and a set of lockers against the other. In the centre of the room was a sturdy country-style table. Razors and cans of shaving foam were already laid out. Miss Pritchard was busy filling one of the basins with warm water and laying out some towels.
“You first, Sarah. We need to deal with that jungle. Sit on the table.”
When she turned around, she found Sarah still rooted to the spot just inside the door.
“I said on the table,” she commanded, “what do you think Lady P will say when I tell her you refused? Now get up there before I put this down as a demerit in my book.”
Shyly Sarah crept forward and sat herself on the edge of the table. She looked terrified.
“Now lie back and lift your legs in the air.”
“But what if someone …” she pleaded, looking at the door.
“The staff have all left,” she replied curtly, “now do as you’re told. Legs up and spread them wide.”
Miss Pritchard went to the other end of the table, leaned forward and grabbed Sarah’s ankles and pulled them towards her and pushing them apart. Wendy stared at the spectacle of her friend so cruelly exposed, her pussy and arse displayed for inspection.
“Right, Wendy, get shaving. And woe betide you if you miss any,” said Miss Pritchard, quietly chuckling to herself. She was having so much fun inflicting this humiliation on the two girls. She knew that Lady P enjoyed playing these games with the girls but secretly so did she.
Wendy was the bolder of the two girls and stepped over to the basin of warm water and soaked a flannel, then brought it back and thoroughly wet Sarah’s pubic bush. She wiped the cloth across Sarah’s pussy and then carefully and deliberately cleaned around her arsehole. Sarah lay there, held in place by the hands firmly gripping her ankles but occasionally twitching as the wet cloth found every nook and cranny of her private area. Her eyes were screwed tight shut. She heard the hiss of the shaving foam and then felt the light chillness as it was squirted all over. She managed to calm herself enough to stay absolutely still as Wendy started work with the razor. Her pubic bush was so thick it needed two applications and a second razor before it was gone enough to please Miss Pritchard. Then it got worse as her pussy lips were tugged and pulled this way and that to give access to the razor. Wendy was thorough and kept stroking her pussy, presumably checking for stubble. She spent time on her arse as well pulling her cheeks apart even more than they were.
There was a moment of stillness as Sarah realised it was all over. The hands gripping her ankles loosened and she was allowed to lower her legs to the floor and sit up. She was frightened to look down.
“Does that feel better?” asked Miss Pritchard.
When there was no reply, she took the girl’s hand and pulled her to her feet and across to the long mirror and made her stand in front of it. She softly stroked the area where her pubes had been and then felt along her pussy lips.
“I think Wendy has done a good job on you, don’t you? I think you ought to thank her.”
Sarah stayed silent, still transfixed by the sight in the mirror. A slap on her bottom brought her back to reality.
“Oh, sorry. Thank you, Wendy.”
“No probs, I enjoyed it.”
“Your turn now Wendy,” said Miss Pritchard, as she resumed her place at the top of the table.
Boldly Wendy sat herself on the table, laid back and threw her feet into the air with a “Wheeee” as Miss Pritchard caught her ankles and spread them apart. Sarah just stood there, shocked at Wendy’s enthusiasm. It wasn’t that she was unfamiliar with her pussy, but it was usually after dark and under the covers. In the ladies’ room the lights were bright, and Wendy’s pussy glistened with moisture.
“Come on girl, we haven’t got all day. You need to be getting ready for the party soon.”
Consoling herself with the thought that Wendy only had a small triangle of fairly short curls she picked up the flannel and rinsed it in the warm water. Once she started, she found it wasn’t as difficult as she’d feared. The main triangle was dealt with quite quickly but then she hesitated. There were a few stray hairs just appearing around Wendy’s pussy and arsehole. Swallowing hard she gave the area a quick spray of foam and started.
Wendy didn’t help by goading her by saying, “Woops, sorry I seem to be a bit juicy down there, but then you have that effect on me, baby.”
She was silenced by Miss Pritchard pulling back sharply on her legs causing her to squeal. She lapsed into silence and Sarah could finish her task in peace. When the ordeal was finally over and both girls had admired themselves in the mirror, Miss Pritchard clapped her hands to get their attention.
“Right, shower both of you, and make sure you do a good job but don’t take all day. When you’re done come back to my office.”
With that she walked out and left them to it. The two friends looked at each other, Wendy grinning widely and Sarah still looking concerned. Wendy leaned forward and kissed her friend on the lips.
“Lighten up girl. What are you so worried about?”
“The ‘party’ tonight, what do they expect …”
“They’ll just want to use us as fuck toys,” replied Wendy, trying to suppress a giggle when she saw the shocked look on Sarah’s face. “Just k**ding,” she added reassuringly, “come on, shower time.”
Ten minutes later they knocked on the door of Miss Pritchard’s office. When called they went in and stood before her desk. From the far side, now happily back in her chair, Miss Pritchard scrutinized the two naked girls. She picked up two packs of black hold-up stocking and threw one to each girl.
“Put these on and then we can get you dressed.”
As the two girls rolled the stocking up their legs Miss Pritchard went to the clothes rack and found the two tops that had been chosen earlier and added to them two short skirts. She’d chosen a black micro-skirt to go with Sarah’s blue top and one in dark denim for Wendy. Sarah fidgeted with hers, constantly trying to tug the skirt lower with no luck. Both skirts were so short that there was a good inch of bare thigh showing above their stockings and one false move would reveal their lack of underwear. Wendy received a pair of pale-yellow stilettos to match her top and Sarah was given a black pair to go with her skirt.
“Oh my, you both look delightfully slutty. Lady P is going to be really pleased with you. Stop trying to pull your stockings up higher, Sara, there’s supposed to be a gap. And let your blouse gape, it’s the style.”
The phone rang and Miss Pritchard turned to pick it up. She listened briefly and then put it down.
“Lady P’s chauffeur, Baxter, is here. She’s outside in the car. Time to go girls, I’m sure you’ll have a great time. You can tell me all about it in the morning. Off you go.”
She ushered them out of the door, her only regret was that she wasn’t going to be there to take part in the fun and games.
“These are the two you’ve selected for tonight?”
“Yes, your ladyship. I have been training them for several weeks. I am sure they are ready.”
“They’d better be after the fiasco of last time. How come they’re here and not on holiday?”
“I contacted their parents and told them the girl’s grades were down and they could do with some extra tutoring. In truth I think they were glad not to have them over the summer. Wendy’s are off doing something in the far east and Sarah’s are living it up on the Med somewhere. I think her presence might cramp their style. Anyway, both of them said to keep them here until next term.”
“I hoped sending Matthew helped,”
“That was a touch of genius on your part. He did his job admirably.”
“I mainly keep him around the estate for … ‘decorative’ purposes but he sometime comes in useful for more practical things.”
“I also asked Miss Blake, she teaches biology, to give the girls some extra lessons. She was most happy to oblige.”
Lady Penelope glanced at Miss Pritchard the headmistress. She was perched nervously on a chair on the other side of the desk, a chair usually reserved for disobedient girls sent to be disciplined. She was beginning to appreciate how they must feel when they were sent to see her. Lady Penelope’s eyes went back to the screen to examine the girls further. They were undoubtedly both pretty and made a good contrasting pair, one being blonde and the other brunette. They both wore the standard academy uniform which was designed to preserve their modesty rather than show off their charms.
“You have more suitable clothing for them?”
“Yes, my lady. I thought perhaps you might want to supervise that. I have a choice of clothes for them.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” said the older woman, a smile of anticipation flickering across her face. “Shall we call them in? One at a time I think.”
“Of course. Which would you like to see first?” replied Miss Pritchard, rising from her seat.
“The blonde one.”
Miss Pritchard opened the door and looked out into the corridor. “Sarah, come in here,” she commanded using as stern a voice as she could.
The young girl nervously came into the head’s office. Being summoned to the office usually meant she was in trouble but Miss Pritchard’s attitude to her had changed dramatically recently and now she was unsure what to expect. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the carpet and barely registered the woman sat behind the desk. Instead she made a beeline for the usual interview chair.
“Did I say you could sit?” snapped the mystery woman.
Sarah immediately moved away from the chair and stood next to it. She glanced up to find the woman staring at her intensely. Suddenly she was even more nervous than before. The woman was a little older than Miss Pritchard, Sarah guessed late forties maybe early fifties and was elegantly and expensively dressed and looked stunning. Sarah quickly looked away and back down to the floor. She could feel the woman’s forensic examination as a silence stretched across the room. Just as it was becoming unbearable the woman spoke.
“My name is Lady Penelope and you will address me as My Lady. Is that understood?”
Dumbly Sarah nodded her head.
“Don’t be insolent, girl, speak up!”
“Yes, my lady. Sorry, my lady,” Sarah managed to squeeze out, her voice tremulous with fear.
“Better! Let me explain things. I own this school and it is my money that has paid for your education. An education for which I am sure you are very grateful.” The woman paused and looked at Sarah expectantly.
“Oh yes, thank you my lady.”
“In return for my generosity I sometimes expect some extra duties from some of the students here. Tonight, it is your turn. Along with your friend outside. I am holding a discrete dinner party for a few business associates and you will attend to bring a little glamour to the occasion. Is that too much to ask?”
“No, my lady.”
“You and your friend will act as servers during the meal and then as companions after it. Are you a virgin? And please don’t lie to me.”
Sarah was taken aback by the sudden question and, for a moment, couldn’t speak. In the end the woman answered her own question.
“I know you are not from the physical examination I had them give you a few days ago. When you lost it and who it was with and how you managed to evade the academy’s vigilance is not important. At least it means you have some experience. Now, I am sure, living in an all-female environment you have experience of sex with other females.”
Sarah was about to protest until she looked at Lady Penelope. Slowly the computer screen was turned around and a grainy night-vision picture appeared. It showed a young girl lying naked on a bed and the head of another girl busy between her legs. Slowly Sarah realised that the girl on the bed was her. As she stood transfixed by what was happening on screen, she failed to notice that Lady Penelope had left the comfort of her chair and had walked around to stand behind her. Suddenly a handful of her hair was grabbed, and her head was jerked back.
“I do hope you’re not going to deny that. Technology that can see in the dark is marvellous these days, isn’t it?”
She let go of Sarah’s hair and resumed her seat behind the desk.
“That footage will remain locked away, but I am sure you can work out what would happen if it were to leak out. To your parents maybe? But rest assured that will not happen as long as you behave yourself. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, my lady, please don’t …”
“Go and stand over there,” she interrupted and pointed to a corner of the room, “its time to speak to your friend.”
Obediently Sarah walked across and stood in the corner as Miss Pritchard opened the door and called out, “Wendy!”
Slowly she came in looking around the room, trying to discern what was going on. She had used the extra time sat in the corridor to worry about what was about to happen and that hadn’t helped. She had no idea who the well-dressed older woman sitting in Miss Pritchard’s chair was, but she looked quite formidable. Seeing Sarah standing in the corner looking cowed and defeated made her wary.
She was subjected to much the same line of questioning as her friend and she decided that honesty was the best policy although the questions of a more intimate nature made her blush. She doubted that Miss Pritchard knew who was guilty of taking her virginity, but she had a strange feeling that Lady Penelope did. She had always had vague suspicions about the handsome young man who mysteriously appeared in the middle of last term. His duties as gardener and handyman seemed to occupy little of his time and he could concentrate his efforts satisfying the needs of the students. A job he was very good at. It also didn’t take a lot of working out to discover that it was her head busy between Sarah’s naked thighs.
Lady Penelope signalled that the interview was at an end by beckoning to Sarah to come stand next to her friend.
“Obviously your school uniform will not be suitable on this occasion although it might be appreciated at other times in the future. Miss Pritchard has kindly taken it on herself to source some alternative clothing for you. While she is fetching that you can both strip!”
When the girls hesitated and glanced at each other the woman behind the desk stood up ominously and glared at them.
“When I say do something, I expect it to be done immediately. Do I make myself clear? Now, STRIP!”
When the girls slowly started to remove their school blazers she sat slowly back down and started to watch them carefully. As they were slowly revealed she began to appreciate what treasures had been lurking under the unflattering uniform. When they were down to their underwear they again hesitated as if by mutual consent.
“Don’t stop there, girls,” she taunted them, “all the way. Shoes and socks as well. You can’t wear those tonight.”
The girls looked frightened as they took off their shoes and socks and then tried to be modest with their bras and panties. It wasn’t easy but finally they stood before the desk trying to cover their modesty.
“Don’t try and hide girls. Hands behind your heads,” came the curt command.
Lady Penelope leaned forward with her elbows on the desk as the two girls reluctantly obeyed. As she looked the two girls up and down, she felt a pang of jealousy. Their modest breasts were youthfully pert. Sarah looked to be a B while Wendy seemed to be a very modest A although there was little in it between them. She was happy with the choice as she had a fondness for small breasts. Her own small pair had withstood the ravages of time but were just starting to show their age. Further down Sarah was showing a full bush where Wendy was more neatly trimmed. Both would have to go before this evening. Slowly she pushed herself up and walked around the desk and stood behind the girls.
One after the other she corrected their posture by pulling their elbows back making their breasts stand out proudly.
“That’s better,” she commented, her voice now soft and caring, “no sense in hiding those pretty young tits.”
She reached round to the front of Sarah and took a nipple in each hand and squeezed, manipulating them until they grew hard. Then one hand travelled lower and she took a pinch of pubic hair and tugged at it, eliciting a squeal of pain.
“This will all have to go before tonight. My guests like my girls to have naked cunts.”
She moved across to Wendy and gave her breasts the same treatment and tugged at her neatly trimmed pubes.
“These as well, young lady. Miss Pritchard will see to it before you arrive. But now let’s try on some outfits.”
While the girls had been occupied undressing Miss Pritchard had wheeled in a rack full of clothes. She was standing beside it admiring what had been revealed. Lady Penelope stood behind Wendy cupping her breasts and looking quizzically at Miss P.
“What do you think, Ann, we’ll be hard pushed to get a cleavage out of this one? I think we’d better go for the tight-fitting top, don’t you? My gentleman friends will love that.”
After rummaging through the clothes on the rack Miss P. held out a pale-yellow top for Lady P’s approval. She took it and held it out to Wendy and told her to put it on. There was a look of relief on the girl’s face as she thought she could finally hide herself, but it was short-lived. As she struggled to tug the tight garment over herself, she realised that it was almost transparent and far from covering her it showed off her breasts and nipples even more. She blushed deeply at the revelation.
“Do I have to w…” she started to protest.
The sound of a hard smack echoed around the room and Wendy took a step forward, clutching her bottom.
“You will do as I tell you. Understand?”
When there was no response the smack was repeated.
“Understand?”
“Y-yes, my lady.”
“Good, then hands back behind your head and elbows back as before while I deal with your friend.”
And Lady Penelope moved on to Sarah. She cupped her breasts, moving them this way and that.
“I think this one could handle something plunging.”
“I thought you might say that,” said the ever-willing Miss Pritchard as she held out a sparkly blue top.
Once Sarah had put it on the two women stopped to admire their choices. Especially Sarah who’s top had no fastenings down the front and plunged all the way to her waist. It gaped open wide enough to show the swellings of her breasts and it was obvious that any false or careless move would free them from their totally inadequate constraint. Both girls had, by now, turned a bright red colour as they glanced at each other.
“I must go,” said Lady Penelope decisively, “I have an evening to prepare for. I can trust you with the rest I’m sure. Skirts to match their tops and hold-up stockings, black for both I think. And high heels of course, something tarty to match their outfits. Oh, and get rid of the hair. You know I like nice clean looking cunts.”
“Of course, my lady, I’ll see to it. You can trust me.”
“Let’s hope so after last time.”
It was almost a gesture of affection as she reached down and cupped Wendy’s vagina, making the girl jump with surprise. As she gently caressed it, she whispered in her ear.
“This cunt will be mine tonight, slut.”
And then she was gone, and the two girls were left dazed and confused. Miss Pritchard brought them back to reality by clapping her hands together.
“Enough day dreaming, girls. Tops off and to the bathroom and let’s get those pussies shaved.”
And she marched off leaving the girls to scramble out of the one item of clothing they were wearing and to go running to catch up with the headmistress. They came into the corridor just in time to see Miss Pritchard disappear into the staff toilets and hurried to catch up with her. It was the end of the school year and most of the girls and staff had left for the summer holidays so there was no one to witness the sight of two naked girls running down the corridor.
Neither of them had ever been in this room before and it was larger than they expected and much more luxurious. At the far end were two stalls with a glass fronted shower cubicle next to them. A row of hand basins were along one wall and a set of lockers against the other. In the centre of the room was a sturdy country-style table. Razors and cans of shaving foam were already laid out. Miss Pritchard was busy filling one of the basins with warm water and laying out some towels.
“You first, Sarah. We need to deal with that jungle. Sit on the table.”
When she turned around, she found Sarah still rooted to the spot just inside the door.
“I said on the table,” she commanded, “what do you think Lady P will say when I tell her you refused? Now get up there before I put this down as a demerit in my book.”
Shyly Sarah crept forward and sat herself on the edge of the table. She looked terrified.
“Now lie back and lift your legs in the air.”
“But what if someone …” she pleaded, looking at the door.
“The staff have all left,” she replied curtly, “now do as you’re told. Legs up and spread them wide.”
Miss Pritchard went to the other end of the table, leaned forward and grabbed Sarah’s ankles and pulled them towards her and pushing them apart. Wendy stared at the spectacle of her friend so cruelly exposed, her pussy and arse displayed for inspection.
“Right, Wendy, get shaving. And woe betide you if you miss any,” said Miss Pritchard, quietly chuckling to herself. She was having so much fun inflicting this humiliation on the two girls. She knew that Lady P enjoyed playing these games with the girls but secretly so did she.
Wendy was the bolder of the two girls and stepped over to the basin of warm water and soaked a flannel, then brought it back and thoroughly wet Sarah’s pubic bush. She wiped the cloth across Sarah’s pussy and then carefully and deliberately cleaned around her arsehole. Sarah lay there, held in place by the hands firmly gripping her ankles but occasionally twitching as the wet cloth found every nook and cranny of her private area. Her eyes were screwed tight shut. She heard the hiss of the shaving foam and then felt the light chillness as it was squirted all over. She managed to calm herself enough to stay absolutely still as Wendy started work with the razor. Her pubic bush was so thick it needed two applications and a second razor before it was gone enough to please Miss Pritchard. Then it got worse as her pussy lips were tugged and pulled this way and that to give access to the razor. Wendy was thorough and kept stroking her pussy, presumably checking for stubble. She spent time on her arse as well pulling her cheeks apart even more than they were.
There was a moment of stillness as Sarah realised it was all over. The hands gripping her ankles loosened and she was allowed to lower her legs to the floor and sit up. She was frightened to look down.
“Does that feel better?” asked Miss Pritchard.
When there was no reply, she took the girl’s hand and pulled her to her feet and across to the long mirror and made her stand in front of it. She softly stroked the area where her pubes had been and then felt along her pussy lips.
“I think Wendy has done a good job on you, don’t you? I think you ought to thank her.”
Sarah stayed silent, still transfixed by the sight in the mirror. A slap on her bottom brought her back to reality.
“Oh, sorry. Thank you, Wendy.”
“No probs, I enjoyed it.”
“Your turn now Wendy,” said Miss Pritchard, as she resumed her place at the top of the table.
Boldly Wendy sat herself on the table, laid back and threw her feet into the air with a “Wheeee” as Miss Pritchard caught her ankles and spread them apart. Sarah just stood there, shocked at Wendy’s enthusiasm. It wasn’t that she was unfamiliar with her pussy, but it was usually after dark and under the covers. In the ladies’ room the lights were bright, and Wendy’s pussy glistened with moisture.
“Come on girl, we haven’t got all day. You need to be getting ready for the party soon.”
Consoling herself with the thought that Wendy only had a small triangle of fairly short curls she picked up the flannel and rinsed it in the warm water. Once she started, she found it wasn’t as difficult as she’d feared. The main triangle was dealt with quite quickly but then she hesitated. There were a few stray hairs just appearing around Wendy’s pussy and arsehole. Swallowing hard she gave the area a quick spray of foam and started.
Wendy didn’t help by goading her by saying, “Woops, sorry I seem to be a bit juicy down there, but then you have that effect on me, baby.”
She was silenced by Miss Pritchard pulling back sharply on her legs causing her to squeal. She lapsed into silence and Sarah could finish her task in peace. When the ordeal was finally over and both girls had admired themselves in the mirror, Miss Pritchard clapped her hands to get their attention.
“Right, shower both of you, and make sure you do a good job but don’t take all day. When you’re done come back to my office.”
With that she walked out and left them to it. The two friends looked at each other, Wendy grinning widely and Sarah still looking concerned. Wendy leaned forward and kissed her friend on the lips.
“Lighten up girl. What are you so worried about?”
“The ‘party’ tonight, what do they expect …”
“They’ll just want to use us as fuck toys,” replied Wendy, trying to suppress a giggle when she saw the shocked look on Sarah’s face. “Just k**ding,” she added reassuringly, “come on, shower time.”
Ten minutes later they knocked on the door of Miss Pritchard’s office. When called they went in and stood before her desk. From the far side, now happily back in her chair, Miss Pritchard scrutinized the two naked girls. She picked up two packs of black hold-up stocking and threw one to each girl.
“Put these on and then we can get you dressed.”
As the two girls rolled the stocking up their legs Miss Pritchard went to the clothes rack and found the two tops that had been chosen earlier and added to them two short skirts. She’d chosen a black micro-skirt to go with Sarah’s blue top and one in dark denim for Wendy. Sarah fidgeted with hers, constantly trying to tug the skirt lower with no luck. Both skirts were so short that there was a good inch of bare thigh showing above their stockings and one false move would reveal their lack of underwear. Wendy received a pair of pale-yellow stilettos to match her top and Sarah was given a black pair to go with her skirt.
“Oh my, you both look delightfully slutty. Lady P is going to be really pleased with you. Stop trying to pull your stockings up higher, Sara, there’s supposed to be a gap. And let your blouse gape, it’s the style.”
The phone rang and Miss Pritchard turned to pick it up. She listened briefly and then put it down.
“Lady P’s chauffeur, Baxter, is here. She’s outside in the car. Time to go girls, I’m sure you’ll have a great time. You can tell me all about it in the morning. Off you go.”
She ushered them out of the door, her only regret was that she wasn’t going to be there to take part in the fun and games.
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