In her posture over the block, said the scribe, the fifth-form girl's pussy flesh had the moist look of having been well fiddled with.
Suspicious traces of grease even shone between her buttocks and the withdrawal of a deflated member had left a smear of vaseline across one fattened cheek of Elaine Cox's tomboy bottom. The girls were greatly intrigued by these strange English customs, the truth of which could not be questioned. For was not the master publicly prosecuted by the courts? And was he not exonerated, congratulated by his judges, handsomely rewarded, and sent back to continue his excellent work of moral reformation? That being the case, what could Katharine and Claudia do but bow to the law of the land and the customs of the country? I allowed several days' grace for them to grow used to this idea-and also for some truly excellent prints to be made of the incriminating photographs. Then I spoke to my duenna, Miss Leach, and showed her the evidence. Her eyes shone with moral outrage and she could scarcely keep her hands still. There were Katharine's breasts, almost life-size, in their scandalous little halter. The erection of her nipples was clearly shown to every man and woman on the public beach! Miss Leach, a tall and statuesque young woman herself, gasped at the indecency of it and pursed her lips. I showed her the full-plates of Claudia in swim-wear taken from the rear while the girl was on all fours, Claudia's tightly and briefly clad bottom-cheeks almost filled the picture. And how round and lewdly spread they were!
How wantonly the soft flesh of her cunt was displayed to the world in the tight gusset of her bathing pants! Could English morality be denied its right of retribution for so scandalous an offence? “I fear, Miss Leach,” I said, “that such girls as this will prove a pernicious influence here.” She nodded eagerly. “And so,” I added, “my duty is clear. I must send copies of these prints to the parents of the two girls and request that their daughters return to Germany.” At these words, Miss Leach looked as if the breath had been knocked from her by a sudden blow. The light went out of her eyes and dismay spread over her face. “Is that not a little harsh, sir?” she ventured. “Might some means not be found of dealing with the offence here, on these premises?” Well now, Dolly, I put on a great show of wrestling with my conscience. At last I condescended to reply. “If it were possible, Miss Leach, that their characters might be improved by chastisement-by truly severe chastisement-I would perhaps consider it. Though it would be against my better judgment.”
“One must temper justice with a little clemency, sir,” said she.
“Oh, do relent, sir! Do give them the alternative of a birching. A truly severe one!” I had never intended otherwise but I thought it prudent to appear to wrestle with my better nature for a moment more. “Do you think, Miss Leach,” I said at last, “that if I were to deal with one of these young wantons, you could bring yourself to chastise the other?” The sudden flash of passion in her eye was enough to answer my inquiry. You see, Dolly, I had already decided that Claudia's panties were the ones I most desired to take down. And by allowing Miss Leach the pleasure of disciplining Katharine all night long in the privacy of her study, I could guarantee that my duenna would be the very soul of discretion. Were I to keep all the enjoyment to myself, there was a great danger of the resentment which passionate minds begin to feel. So it was agreed. I summoned Claudia, my pulse quickening as she stood before the study desk with her heart-shaped face so solemnly pretty and the short crop of charmingly tousled fair hair so appealing. “Claudia,” I said firmly, “I wish you to go and put on the costume in which you appeared on the beach, four days ago.” She made no objection to this for, at her age, she has been well taught to obey her elders. Ten minutes later she reappeared in the tight thin cloth of her breast-halter and those sweet little briefs. She had added the black velveteen singlet whose shoulder straps left the shoulders themselves charmingly bare, but that would interfere little with my purpose. “So that there shall be no mistake,” I said quietly, “I wish you to look at these photographs and tell me if you are the girl who appears in them.”
As if I were dealing a pack of cards, I laid out a dozen of them on the desk. Claudia knew perfectly well that they were of her, for she had seen me taking them. Yet such a delightful confusion now filled her young face. “Yes,” she whispered, nodding nervously, as if she could scarcely utter the word. “Consider,” said I, acting the stern pedagogue, “the shame you have brought upon this house, your own family, and yourself by such lewd and indecent display in a public place.” Under the clustering locks on her forehead, Claudia's eyes looked so prettily startled. She was lost for words! “I will not waste breath, Claudia,” I said as I gathered the photographic prints, “Such wickedness at so early a stage of your visit! I cannot permit you to contaminate other girls by your example.
I shall send copies of these prints to your unhappy parents and request that arrangements be made for your return to Dusseldorf at their earliest convenience.” Now she recovered her powers of speech with the greatest speed. Innocent though she was, Claudia did not look it, for she appeared to offer her arse and open thighs willingly and wantonly to the camera in these gems. She leant forward over the desk and pleaded with me not to despatch the prints to her family. I thought I saw the first sparkle of a tear in her eyes.
Kneeling by my chair and kissing my hand, Claudia begged to be allowed to remain under my roof. She pressed her lips to my hand again and vowed to be “a good girl.” In her despair at my implacable moral rectitude, she implored me to inflict any alternative form of punishment- however severe. She would submit to it eagerly-and love me for it ever afterwards. I shifted a little in my chair, partly to give an impression of judicial indecision-and in part to try and conceal from Claudia's eyes the stiffening bulge of my prick in my trousers. “Nothing but a bare-bottomed whipping would suffice, Claudia,” I said abruptly, “and such a punishment would be rather unseemly.” No it would not! Claudia assured me at the top of her voice. She had read of such things in her studies- so she had!-and knew that in England girls were very often punished in that way.
“You suggest I should whip you like the young Mitchener tart?”
She nodded with something like excitement at the chance of escaping so easily. “I give fifty strokes with the cane across the bare bottom,” I said dismissively, “Never less. Sometimes more.”
Claudia quite understood and seemed more eager than ever. She is not a girl who enjoys a whipping- quite the contrary-but as an alternative to public disgrace and family scandal she wanted it badly.
“I should have to examine you very thoroughly- before and after-as is customary in reformatory thrashings.” She was so delighted at my relenting that I thought she might bend over the desk and take her pants down for my fingering there and then. And so, Dolly, I became the decent fellow who hates to see a girl's character ruined when there is a less damaging way of dealing with her offence.
I led her to the far side of the desk. “Bend tightly forward over the desk, Claudia. Stretch your arms out in front of you so that I can strap your wrists to the two far corners.” She obeyed and I anchored her in this position by the straps. What a view, Dolly! The firm broadened cheeks of Claudia's bottom in the tight sheen of emerald green briefs! The shape of pussy flesh plumply offered! The firm young thighs already bare! I saw that she had twisted her tousled crop of light brown hair and was trying to look back at me as she pillowed her head on the desk. It would never do. I took the two little screens and set them either side of her hips as she bent.