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Part One
As the music played, I tried to make my legs do everything that was required of them, but I knew it was useless. I was nineteen, twenty in a couple of months, and I had only really taken up this course to keep my figure trim. The constant small details insisted on by my tutor were impossible for me to do. My heart wasn't really in it. Maybe if I'd had the little girl's dream of being a ballerina...
But, I didn't. I had a good upbringing, if a bit loveless, and was rather pampered. I almost always got what I wanted. So I fell into the "keep your body nice and maybe a rich man will marry you and pamper you instead" frame-of-mind. I thought ballet classes would be a more interesting way of keeping supple and lithe. I hated gyms anyway - too much like hard work.
The class mistress, Claire Stephenson, was an attractive woman of twenty-eight, and an excellent teacher. I found her very strict though, and once or twice I felt she had almost slapped me for messing up a routine. After each time I found myself daydreaming about what would have happened if she had struck me. For the first time in my life I found that I was attracted to a woman, and, strangely, because she had almost been about to hit me.
My dreams began to include a ballet session where she caned my bottom every time I did something wrong. Oddly, I felt a warm, sexual feeling whenever this happened. Several times I woke from my dream to find my hand stroking my pussy and had to masturbate to relieve the sexual urge that I felt.
It was only because of my father's money that I was able to have the tuition. He had her brought in to tutor me personally after I had suggested it. I was beginning to think it was a bad idea!
At last, she stopped the music and dismissed the pianist, Crystal, who was also my maid. She and I were alone in the large room in which my father had fitted the mirror and handrail.
She said that I knew that I would never be a ballet dancer, and I apologized, saying that I really did it for the muscle exercises. She sighed hopelessly, and sat down on a small stool. She said angrily that my father was wasting his money.
"I think you are a rather naughty girl," Miss Claire told me with a long sigh, "you waste precious time and money". I blushed as the teacher chided me.
"If you want exercises to build muscles, take up gymnastics", she said. "You have a very shapely body, Susannah, and you need ballet exercises to keep it that way. Or are you thinking of entering a Miss Musclebound contest?" she said, sharply.
I think she enjoyed needling me. She was certainly pleased with the fee my father gave her, but I think that it vexed her to see me 'murdering' her ballet steps. As I walked past her, she slapped my butt though the tight material of the black leotard, and I stopped in my tracks -- a thrill of strange beautiful delight went through my whole body!
It was a spontaneous reaction, and one that I had never felt in my life before. Like my dreams, I found I almost welcomed it. I looked down at her in amazement; she had not struck my bottom very hard, but I found myself wishing that she had...
"Why... why did you do that?" I asked in a trembling voice.
"Perhaps I thought you deserved it," her white, even teeth showed in a smile.
"Perhaps if you did it more often, I would improve." I said.
I felt my face burning a deep red. She studied me with a quizzical expression on her face. She certainly was a very attractive woman, and I felt a warm glow filling my tummy as I stood a couple of feet away and looked down almost adoringly to where she sat.
She reached out both hands and pulled me to stand immediately before her. Her fingers ran slowly up the backs of my shapely thighs, small tingling thrills following in the wake of her gentle hands. The fine hairs on my legs stood on end as she slowly caressed them. Then she was resting them on my buttocks. She squeezed softly and purposefully. I had never had this happen to me before, and on the surface I had never thought of it -- but standing there like that, her hands reaching up from the seated position gently fusing eroticism into my behind, made me go into a trembling heated reaction.
"So," she whispered softly, "the spoilt little girl likes her bottom smacked, does she?"
"I-I don't know," I choked out in confusion.
"Then let's find out, shall we?" she said, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
I stood, blinking back the sensations filling my whole being. Her hand raised and spanked each buttock, and a shudder went through me, all the way down to my crotch. I felt my cunny moisten. Then she stood up and faced me, her hand under my chin.
"Well?" she asked in that soft demanding whisper.
"Y-yes, I think so," I said, feeling miserable at having to admit it.
"I'm very pleased," said Claire, "because that means I can condition you... do you know what I mean?" I shook my head in bewilderment.
"It means, my darling Susannah, that I can get you in a very responsive mood simply by spanking you. And you do have a very nice, delightful bottom, one that should look very nice over my knee - with the panties down, of course, right down -- and one that I can make nice and warm. Would you like that?"
"I don't know." I was trembling like a leaf, and my voice betrayed my deeply sensitive reaction.
"Shall we progress the idea then?"
"If... if you want to" I choked out.
"Excellent, we have two hours left today; that should prove all that I want to know".
She told me to go and lock the door. With my body tingling all over, I did as she instructed. My mouth was dry, but my body was melting in a strangely gratifying reaction to her.
In the room we had a high stool, a chair and a low stool; together with the piano and the pianist's stool. Claire sat in the chair and beckoned me to her.
"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked softly.
I started to answer her, but she pulled me down to where she sat and our mouths joined. It was the most marvellous thing that had ever happened to me! I was learning more and more about inner self.
I moaned as her mouth forced mine open, then her tongue was teaching me more things about another woman's love than I thought possible. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, and I was soon in a state of delicious arousal...
"Susannah, take your clothes off," she commanded. Her voice was coolly dominant, and was toned so that she would countenance no argument.
As she smiled, her attractive face watching me, I gradually peeled down the leotards. As I reached my groin, and the material stretched against my pussy, I saw, and felt, how wet I was. I had no doubt that she could see the same thing. I finished removing the leotard and stood naked before her. I felt slightly ashamed to be exposed like this. She slapped my hands away from my throbbing pussy, and then, holding my hands in her own, made me lift my arms forward from my body.
Her eyes studied the full swell of my bosom, my nipples standing proud, and then she was studying the full bush of almost blonde pubic hair.
"Right, turn around," she told me. Awkwardly, I turned my back on her to show her my curvy bum.
"Very nice. Very, very nice," she purred. Her hands stroked the voluptuous soft flesh of my buttocks. I was still very confused, but not frightened -- my way of thinking had suddenly undergone a complete shift.
I stood statue-still as Claire's hands felt and squeezed my backside. Inside, I trembled as a delicious thrill coursed through my body, and my head swam with feelings of warmth and desire.
"Do you know my darling, I could get you to do anything I wanted, couldn't I?" she told me.
Frissons of passion were streaming through my whole body. Sheer pleasure waves eddied up and down my tummy. I could feel my pussy moistening even more.
"Just by making you love what I did; and then...by refusing to arouse you. You would have to be obedient to get me to make you happy -- isn't that right?"
"Yesss, yesssss Claire, you could make me do anything you wanted."
I shuddered happily as her fingertips stroked between my cheeks. I was trembling freely. Not from fear, but from sweet pleasure as, from behind, she stroked the soft lips of my cunny. My lips were swelling, as the blood seemed to rush between my legs, and my wetness, which she must have felt, seemed to be becoming a torrent.
"I may not be able to teach you to dance, but I'll wager that I could get those legs of yours dancing to a very painful tune as I spanked your bottom -- like this!"
Her hand spanked down onto each of my soft butt cheeks. Again, peculiar, thrilling, heat filled my behind, and I found myself being transformed into a horny slut, who would do anything she said.
"Would you like to go over my knees?" she asked softly.
"Yesss. Oooh, yes please" I husked.
She eased me right over her lap, my head well down to one side and my thighs straight out behind me on the other. Her hands smoothed over the silky cheeks of my rear, and as she stroked, I felt my pussy lips tingling with a desire to be fondled. Then she started thrilling, masochistic, tremors searing into me as she spanked the cheeks hard and regularly. It was almost a ritual as she smacked first one cheek and then the other. As her hand slapped hard and regularly, so she built up inside my body an adoring state of worship for her. My pussy was fully aroused by the painful heat, and I felt really wet. Too much more of this and I thought I would climax. I would have never believed that possible before now.
Soon my legs were kicking about as my bottom wriggled in furious response to her punishment. After countless number of spanks I was a burning mass of crimson butt cheeks. My buttocks were hot and pain- filled, but the pain and heat seemed to fuse right into my body to caress my pussy, and fan an erotic ecstasy.
I had not cried out, but had gasped and moaned as the wetness flowed inside my sex hole. I was soaking down there, and when she stood me before her, my flushed face and glistening pussy told her how much I had enjoyed the thrilling humiliation and degradation that she had made me suffer.
"I'm not normally due until two days time. Would you like me to come back sooner?" she asked with a cynical smile on her face.
"Oh, yes! Please, please, Miss Claire?" I said tearfully. I was dying to orgasm, but did not want her to change her mind. I was desperate for her to come back -- and to keep coming back.
"Tomorrow?" she teased.
"Yes, that would be marvellous," I agreed. "I might let you dance naked for Crystal -- how does that suit you?" Claire leered. My expression told her that I would prefer not. What I did not know was that she and Crystal already 'knew' each other, and that Claire had other plans.
"It depends on you. But, Susannah -- I want absolutely to have you in a state of full co-operation and obedience, do you understand?"
I assured her that I did. Her mouth kissed mine very deeply, her tongue playing with mine, and I was desperate for it not to stop. But I wanted her to come tomorrow, so I did not beg, as I would have done, for her to stay.
That night I masturbated, again and again. It was not until I had brought myself to a complete and thorough climax that I was able to get to sleep.
My dreams were terribly erotic. I imagined myself in all sorts of positions with Claire, at her feet licking her pussy, bent over the stool as she thoroughly thrashed my bottom, and more... I was so tired I slept right through until the following midday.
I had a cold shower to wake myself up, and then I powdered myself as I studied the shapely rounded bum cheeks in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I was surprised that the redness had disappeared; obviously, her punishment was not as severe as I had thought and felt it was. I dressed in a simple bikini, and then covered my torso with a dressing robe.
At two-thirty she arrived looking, as ever, ravishing. Instead of her usual blouse and skirt, she was dressed in a knee-length black dress that complemented her hair and complexion. It was silky and shiny, and had a fairly low-cut v-neck. I looked at her, and the soft, smooth tops of her breasts, and thought that she looked good enough to eat... and then blushed at that thought!
My father was not coming home that evening, and I told her so.
"You want me to stay all evening?" she asked, surprised.
"Yes, yes, please Miss Claire!" I told her pleadingly.
"Oh, I don't know Susannah, that's a tall order." she said, frowning.
"Please I'll do anything, I swear," I blushed uncontrollably.
She told me to take her to my bedroom. My personal maid had cleaned it up so that it was fresh. I stood there as she went to the wardrobe and looked through my large selection of clothes.
"Do you ride a lot?" she asked, as she handled my riding gear.
"Twice a week," I told her. "I enjoy the freedom of being on horseback".
"And the orgasms while your crotch presses into the saddle, no doubt," she said. I reddened.
She reached down and produced the riding crop. It was a thin leather switch. She swished it through the air, and as it whistled, I blinked back the trembling thrills as small waves of heat rippled through me.
"How would you like that across your buttocks, Susannah?" she smiled somewhat cruelly.
"It would hurt awfully," I said softly, my voice muted by the strange tightness constricting my throat.
"I know it would. How would you like it across your bare arse?" she demanded.
"I... I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders trying not to reveal the terrible anguish of masochism attacking my system.
"Do you think I could make you actually beg for it?" she speculated, her eyes shining.
"I think that you could do anything to or with me that you wanted to do. I don't think that I could deny you anything." I said hoarsely. Even my voice trembled as I stared at her, hungrily.
"We shall have to see," she said, slowly and meaningfully.
She laid down the crop on the large bed, and then stood immediately before me. She told me to place my arms around her neck, and I obeyed happily.
As her lips kissed mine, and our tongues met, I felt the sexual responses build up inside me. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel her soft, warm breasts pressing into mine. Her hands went under the dressing robe, slithering sensually down my back, arousing even my skin, till she was pushing them beneath the bikini briefs.
Her cold fingers spread out over the full curve of my bum and I felt the excitement building up inside me yet again, as thrilling sensations of pleasure throbbed through my body. She played a while with my fleshy globes, squeezing and caressing. Then her hand came around to the front, and she began stroking me. I felt her playing with the bushy pubic hair, and then she dipped straight between my legs, the gusset part of my bikini briefs pressing her hand hard into my cunny.
She stroked and tickled my clitoris until it was hard and throbbing. She held my clitoris between two fingers, and gently flicked with her thumb. My cunny was soaking, and my labia were engorged. Then she broke off the kiss, still thumbing my clitoris, and looked me in the eyes...
"How would you like me to ass-whip you -- with the riding crop?" her soft whispering voice asked.
"Anything you like, Miss Claire, anything..." I was moaning and gasping again, and my crotch was pushed towards her in eager acceptance of her softly teasing and caressing fingers.
She smiled lightly. I felt two fingertips dip into my wet vagina, and she opened me by parting the fingers slightly. Her thumb was still caressing my love bud as her fingers moved slowly round and round my cunny lips.
I tightened my arms round her neck automatically as my head went back in exhilarating response to the terrible, sweet agony of passion that she had aroused in my pussy.
"Where are my fingers, Susannah?" she asked softly.
"On... on my... cunny," I choked.
"They are playing with your randy little cunt!" she corrected.
"Yes... yes, Miss Claire... they... are...playing with my randy little cunt."
I repeated the words slowly, having trouble with my voice as she drove my craving higher. Already, I could barely focus my eyes. She stroked some more, making my body hot and delirious with sexuality, my defences broken.
"Where are they now?" she demanded.
"They are inside my cunt -- right inside me. God, that feels so goooood," I moaned. Her fingers slid easily into me, as I was so wet. My pussy was grasping them, and pulsing with desire. I felt the wetness on my inner thighs as I began to flood with juice.
"Has your maid ever done this?" she wanted to know.
"Crystal? No, of course not," I moaned helplessly.
"Then you should make her," Claire said brutally.
"I have never given her a thought. I want only you," I assured her.
"Supposing I told you that I wanted you to let her strip you? Suppose I told you that I wanted to have her in here -- whilst I made you bend over -- and let her see your arse being punished? What then?"
I opened my eyes and stared.
"Oh no, please, please, that would be too shameful!" I told her. How could I have an au- pair-come-maid seeing me like this?
To my dismay and terrible anguish, Claire slithered her clever fingers out of my quim. The throbbing ache was awful without her to excite and direct my sexuality.
"Please don't stop. Please, I beg you!" I gasped in confused bewilderment.
She said that there was no point in going on, as I was obviously not prepared to do "anything", as I had said.
I sat down on the bed and buried my face in my hands. I was not crying, but I did feel terrible at the seemingly impossible alternative that she had required.
I didn't think I could be happy without the shapely Claire now, not now that she meant more to me than anyone else that I knew. I said that Crystal would tell, and would make me a laughing stock, but Claire said that she didn't think so. I didn't know, of course, that Crystal already knew. Her leaving the ballet room before anything had happened had been planned, as was this.
"Personally, I like the idea of her coming in and watching you in a state of worship to me. It would be wonderful to have your proud body in a state of degrading humiliation and genuflection" she said, without trying to disguise the pleasure that she felt in wanting to see me in such circumstances before Crystal.
I stared at her, dumbstruck, as she put on her coat in preparation for leaving. She said that she would write to my father and tell him that she could teach me nothing more.
"Claire, NO!!" I shrieked as she reached the door. "Please, please don't leave me!"
"I think this is the best way, Susannah. You can find plenty of people who would be pleased to warm your buttocks and look after your sexual needs!" she said cruelly.
"Please don't, Claire! I'll... I'll do whatever you say," I pleaded. I had surrendered completely and irrevocably.
"Will you now -- like asking Crystal to take your briefs down? And asking Crystal if you can treat her like a Mistress; asking Crystal to tan your bare ass -- all that?"
Claire looked stern as she exacted her price, but I could see a glint of excitement in her eyes.
I nodded miserably, and capitulated. "So long as you stay," I sobbed softly.
"Good, then take that robe off," she directed. "And from now own you will address me as Miss, or Mistress!"
"Yes, Miss." I murmured, humbly.
I slipped the robe from my shoulders, and stood only in bra and bikini briefs. She made me lower the straps of the bra so that only the cups were holding up the skimpy garment. Most of my high tilted breasts were revealed now.
"Now wait there!" she told me in a very snappy tone.
She left the room, and I sat on the dressing table stool in a complete turmoil.
When she returned, she had the twenty-three year old Crystal with her.
Crystal was very good looking, with thick red hair, and quite tall. Now I viewed her with different eyes. I was trembling deep inside as Crystal entered the room, a small vixenish smile playing on her lips. She looked me over appraisingly, and smiled wider when she saw that I was almost naked. Without a word, she came to where I sat.
"On your feet, Susannah," she said domineeringly. I saw the smile broaden on Claire's face as she watched my acute discomfort. Without a word, Crystal pulled the front of my bra down, and my thrusting breasts sprang free.
My natural reaction was to cover my shapely globes, but a look from Claire stopped me. Crystal's hands came up and covered my breasts as she squeezed them, the nipples throbbing into full erect knobs of hard flesh. I stood demurely as she pinched the nipples hard, twisting them until I grimaced. Despite that, I felt a lusty, sexual heat as she lorded it over me.
"Put your hands up," Crystal told me.
I reached up, and she took the impeding brassiere right off my body.
"Now put your hands on your head" she ordered.
My breasts pulled up into relief as my arms reached up to rest on my crown, then Crystal sat down before me.
"Ask me -- very nicely, so that I do not get angry with you -- to take your panties down" smirked Crystal, as she further humiliated me.
I looked imploringly at Claire, and she nodded with a smile on her generous lips.
I managed to get the words out: "Please, Crystal," my voice was just a whisper, "please take my panties down".
Crystal reached over and stroked one finger up and down the front my sheer briefs. I shuddered at the pulsating of my clitoris as she stroked me.
"Still sure about that, slut?" she inquired.
"Yes. Yes!" I implored.
Wet your panties, haven't you? They're all soaked with your juices. That's naughty, isn't it?" she purred.
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