Monsieur Remier was a little portly, but by no means repellent, and was exquisitely attired as Georges himself was. They had-rather in the fashion of women!-made themselves up well for the event and from a small, expectant gleam in the Ministers eyes I knew well enough that Georges must have dropped him a few hints on the way. Even so, you will appreciate that I had no wish to open my doors to become the Madame of a bordello and toned my conversation in such a way that both quite stood in awe of me. Georges, indeed, must have vaguely wondered that he had ever succeeded in kissing me! “One has to be so careful. That is why I normally allow NO males here, at all,” I said, and made slightly biting reference then to the visits of the two Inspectors. “Without warning,” I added. Georges and M. Remier then exchanged glances wherein, I swear, were said a thousand silent words! “A nonsense, of course. It shall not happen again, Madam. Of that I assure you,” the Minister said and looked most authoritative as men do when they wish to put on airs. I also knew the purpose of his saying that and nodded and looked pleased. “As for yourself, Monsieur-and indeed for Georges, since he has brought you here-but no others, positively no others, it is a different matter,” said I, and dispensed the last of the visible wine. The hour by then was close to nine and I felt, immodestly perhaps, that I had judged it right, our bellies full and intentions wicked-unspoken as they were! Folding my napkin, I pretended to give a little start. “Oh, Messieurs, I had quite forgotten, do excuse me. There are two of my young ladies awaiting attention-for a little naughtiness, you understand? If you will excuse me…” I rose, went to the door and then gave every appearance of hesitating and cogitating upon some matter or another.
“Given* your presence, Monsieur,” I said, addressing the Minister, “I would not wish you to think me too hard in my ways. The girls are but lightly disciplined here and have learned to take their admonitions bravely. If you were to see for yourself, you would know me blameless in such matters, but then on the other hand I would not wish to embarrass you.” A perfect “Herrumph!” sounded from his throat. He rose, and I may say did so a trifle unsteadily in his excitement. “I-er-not at all, my dear. In my-er- rather remote position of office it is rare enough that I am able to come upon the practicalities of education. That is to say, of the older girls,” he rather stumbled. Georges, too, had risen. They both looked as expectant as young boys who, promised strawberry tarts, wait for the pantry door to open! “I do of course understand,” said I sympathetically and moved as if shyly through the door, saying as I did so, “It is just along the corridor.” Well, you see, Caroline, I did NOT offer a direct invitation, did I? It was up to the “dear chaps” themselves to follow or to remain, but you may have no doubt that they chose the former course and followed me along like footpads, quietly! I could hardly suppress my laughter, and fortunately kept my back to them as I entered the gymnasium. A soft scuffling preceded my entrance, not to say a clink of glasses as the two chosen recipients of the strap hastened to put themselves dutifully in position. Making certain by a quick glance around that their wineglasses had been hidden, I left the door half open-almost making silent play, as it were, that I knew not of the immediate presence of the two men, who at that stage did not venture in but merely peeped. I had arranged things such that they would see one bare bottom and one blindfolded head. Yes-I had remembered dear Sylvia and how she was. Blindfolds seemed appropriate; they would be seen by Georges and the Minister as betraying shyness, which I may say they actually did! I had had trestles brought in for this exercise, which is to say the kind that are often used in pairs for sawing wood. The two girls were each bent over one, face to face and with an interval of but a couple of feet between them. Having their comfort well in mind, each had a cushion under her tummy! I did not, of course, glance back to the half-open door but simply picked up my best-loved strap, which, as you know from long experience, is some four inches wide and quite supple with all the use it has had these past few years! “Now, girls,” said I in my best schoolmistress fashion, “you have both been a little naughty today and deserve what you are about to get. You know, however, that I never castigate you without reason and that I always require your assent. You will therefore clasp the bars beneath you firmly and indicate by nodding that you are willing to receive your dues.” I was by then within scorching distance, as it were, of she who had her naked globe uplifted well towards the door. Her stockinged legs were straight (naught but a rolled-up petticoat was otherwise worn) and her ankles were some eighteen inches apart in what I term the “regulation distance” for, as you well know, I abhor attending to a girl whose thighs are tight together. It offers no promise at all! The door creaked a little then and I knew it to have been surreptitiously opened a little more to provide a better view for both the spectators. The luscious orb that faced them must have aroused them no end. Its cheeks were chubby and inrolled tightly, the polished surfaces creamy and flawless, save for an appealing dimple on one side. Beneath, the open-leg position offered up a tempting view of two rolled, pouting lips but half concealed within a nest of curls. As to the other girl, who faced them, they could see but the back of her head, her deeply bent back, and just the appealing top of her gleaming derriere, as well as two globing tits that had half escaped the neckline of her petticoat. Both my girls nodded. Well-naturally!
At the first smack! of the leather, she whose bottom faced towards the door uttered a little squeal, wriggled her hips and then again was still. The strap had left a splurge of pink across her snow-white derriere. I took my time, and-stepping forward and around-attended to the next with two broad sweeps that brought soft yelps from her. That splatting of the leather sounded loud. I had no doubt that two erections were already in existence, but coyly dropped my eyes and looked not towards our visitors. SPLATT!
Scra-aaaack!-I decided to accord each nubile maiden two at a time and did so with finesse. “YEEEK!” “NEEE-OW!” both squealed, and writhed their hips appealingly. I shall not, however, dwell upon this particular aspect of the evening's pleasure. I knew my girls-knew how they would warm to it-and how moist their pussies were by the sixth stroke across their ardent derrieres. Each squirmed so appealingly that I was sure that trouser buttons were already nigh on bursting just beyond the door! My next move was the most difficult, but I had thought much of what to say. I let the strap drop lazily and walked straight to the door. The girls-as previously instructed by me-did not move, but quivered and uttered “broken sobs” delightfully.