It would take a stricter observation to confirm such suspicions. An immediate inspection of the state of Natasha's warm little knickers, perhaps. Happily for her, dire draconian measures are a little beyond paternal authority in such cases. From maternal inquisitiveness she has much more to fear! I may tell you in confidence, Dolly, that it was a casual moment of self-indulgence at school which happily revealed Natasha's secret masturbation to my acquaintance. Believing herself to be alone in the girls' washroom she could not resist a little performance, standing before the mirror with her skirt rucked up and her hand inside her panties. Little did she know that the dragon who guards the maidens-the stem head mistress herself!-stood unobserved by a partition. Imagine the woman's delight! On no account would Natasha allow news of her misbehaviour to reach her parents. Naturally there was but one alternative. The girl was ordered to wait there while the “dragonness” went to her lair! The mistress returned bearing the dreaded punishment-strap, a strip of thin leather, eighteen inches long and two inches wide, split into three tails at its end. Presently our prim young blonde was bending to touch her toes, naked from the hem of the green jumper at her waist to the white ankle socks on her feet. The milk-white cheeks of Natasha's bottom, so pert yet demure in their emergent femininity, were fondled by the mistress's own hands. Then the tiled walls rang to twenty strokes of the smarting leather across Natasha's backside-four more added when she dared to straighten up in floods of tears and beg for a respite. That evening the bedroom mirror reflected those demure maidenly buttocks again. But this time they were printed with the broad scarlet paths of the strap, which had scarcely faded by bedtime.
For the next week, by daily inspection of her own rear, Natasha was able to watch the gradual fading of several expertly inflicted bruises on the cheeks of her prim little arse! Have no fear, my dear Dolly, the education of Natasha will prove a truly rewarding experience for you! Let me say something of Julia. There is a curious paradox in England, a propos the upbringing of young ladies. A “good” girl like Natasha gets the strap for a comparative peccadillo.
Now, Julia is an adolescent whore by any standard. Yet she gets no such penalty. It is as if parents and teachers are prepared to thrash and reprimand England's daughters, so long as their sexual offences are slight. But once the girl gives herself up to promiscuity, the stern moralists cease to scold and put away their scourges. To witness Natasha's youthful enjoyments, you would have to spy upon her closely. Julia, though but a few months the elder, performs her lewdnesses in the public view-when that view includes the darker corners of streets and courtyards. Yet no birch-rod waits in pickle for her arrival home. They have, you see, given her up. Her reputation is gone and neither high-school teachers nor her family care beyond that. Observe what hypocrisy is indulged by “respectable” society in England! It is not the conduct of the girl but only her reputation which concerns her elders. As the rules demand, Julia must appear before her betters in the same school uniform as Natasha-the decorous skirt, the blouse and striped tie, the ankle socks and flat shoes.
With the boys who accompany her on other occasions she will flaunt herself in the tightest riding-jeans or-given the chance, no doubt-in leopardskin tights! As if to advertise her character, even under the supervision of female moralists she adopts this hardened manner, the cropping of her dark hair to its short, spiky appearance with its close tapered cut on her nape-for all the world like a labourer's boy rather than a middle-class miss. You would not wonder at Julia's preference for short singlet and tight jeans if I told you of how easily the boys' hands may fondle her close to the skin. I do not suppose a girl feels much if she is fondled through a dress and several petticoats. But if you could see Julia and a pair of boys in a dark doorway or the arch of an alley-way, you would understand. To fondle her between the legs, or to handle the soft weight of Julia's bottom-cheeks through thin denim is almost to feel her as if she were naked. Indeed, there is no doubt that the tight denim pants must rub her up a little as she walks! There again, as a boy glues his mouth to Julia's in a long kiss, pressing her in the corner of the archway after dark, how easily he may slip a hand into the waistband of her pants. And you may be sure that while his fingers play between her legs or part the cool cheeks of Julia's arse, the girl's hand has already opened his fly and is manualising his erection in return.
I do not know if her virginity has yet been impaled on the stout lance of male pleasure-nor indeed if Julia's arsehole has been breeched. Yet she is certainly adept in masturbating the boys of her acquaintance with a ready hand and leaving the seed of future generations spilt in the nooks and arches of the town! Even as she sits at her desk in close company with girls of reputation and refinement, you would recognise her at once for what she is. If you doubt me still, let me tell you of a glimpse I had, the first which opened my eyes in this case. Julia lounged under a railway arch in the embrace of some happy young ruffian. His pale erection was stiff in her hand and his own fingers were busy inside her pants. Now, I confess, in those circumstances I should want to take Julia somewhere private and do all manner of things to her-some of which even she could not guess at! In the singlet and riding-jeans, she looked quite a young woman and not a lumpish high-school girl. Julia's cunt was no doubt yielding copiously into her young swains hand. Yet even to take her pants down was impossible in such a place, when the bulls-eye lantern of a policeman might swing into view at any moment.
Did our hardened young heroine with the darkened eyes and rouged cheeks merely desire novelty? Or was she determined to have closer acquaintance with the penis? Whatever the cause, she offered little resistance when the boy pressed on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees before him. He held her head gently between his hands. Julia's mouth opened a little, still hesitant, but enough to admit the penis-head between her lips. Holding her head more firmly, he began to move his hips in an energetic rhythm. Did Julia suck him actively-or did he merely employ her mouth as a necessary receptacle?