Blushing with shame, Mabel prostrated herself and began by kissing the violently perfumed Spanish skirt. With a sigh, she then slipped under the dress. The material was light and did not prevent the light from traversing it. Imprisoned under Dorothea's skirt, Mabel could see distinctly all the details — the marvellous shaped legs, in silk stockings held up the flesh-coloured bare thighs and lost themselves like indiscreet snakes into the festoons of a small pair of pink silk panties tightened against the perfect rump of Dorothea. A violent perfume of luxurious linen and of intimacy filled the slave's nostrils. Already a strange heady sensation to was taking hold of her.
She kissed the soft legs, brushing with her lips the fine silk of the stockings. She did not forget to pay homage to the garters, whose steel buckles enrobed with pink satin hurt her teeth. She at last licked the sun-tanned skin of the thighs: under her busy supple tongue this skin seemed divine to her — firm and warm, it has a slight salty taste which she did not dislike at all. The girl at last reached up to the hem of the drawers. After having kissed them she gradually rubbed up her face against the governess's belly. She felt the beautiful fruit of love palpitate under her avid lips — it was hot and smelling wonderfully. Strange to say, far from displeasing her, this contact was infinitely pleasant to her; She really had the impression of being admitted into Dorothea's intimacy — it was an honour for her. Into her soul of a young girl masochism was taking root gradually; her submissive tongue brushed against the swelling material, under which was this secret flesh whose shape she tried unconsciously to reconstruct under the silk prison of the drawers.
Suddenly she heard above her the governess's voice which sounded so far away.
"Adore your mistress, Mabel! Learn to recognize my intimate odours which your nose must never forget! Kiss with respect thin linen which alone is worth more than all your body of a tamed girl! And now go round behind me without interrupting your tusk!"
Possessed by a strange ecstasy, the girl obeyed. Her face, under the drew, came into contact with the magnificent bottom of Dorothea. Never before had Mabel contemplated from so near this dominating seat which she had so far admired only through the governess's dresses. Now she had before her the two superb globes spreading oat from the middle cleft into which the silk of the panties penetrated. Under Miss von Burner's orders Mabel bad to kiss respectfully the buttocks one after the other and then to dip her face into their interstice. The governess took a sadistic pleasure in crashing between her tight buttocks the slave's pretty face, half smothering her and gorging her with abjection. For a long time she held her so, a prisoner, and the while she let out a stream of humiliating words. At last satisfied, she ordered Mabel to come out of her skirts.
The unfortunate girl was red and puffing, both scarlet with shame and trembling with a strange voluptuousness.
"And now," Dorothea said sarcastically, "to compensate a little the pleasure I've just given, you, I shall slap you severely!"
"But, Mistress, I haven't done anything!"
The young woman laughed.
"I know quite well that you haven't done anything. I'm not going to slap you as a punishment but only because I feel like it, because I enjoy it, that's all. And I demand that, after each slap, you should thank me nicely, to prove your submission!"
Before Mabel had recovered from her surprise, the governess had sat down and drawn towards herself by her ears the girl's face. With great violence she slapped her face and soon afterwards there wan the mark of her fingers visible in red.
"Now, what do you say?"
"Thank you, Mistress," Mabel murmured.
Fifteen slaps succeeded the first one. The poor slave's face was crimson, almost purple; her ears were tingling and her cheeks were terribly sore. Suffering and sobbing, she bad nevertheless to thank fifteen times her torturer and kiss the hand that had beaten her.
"Everything! I can do everything I want with you!" Dorothea said with force. "I consider you now a slave whom I despise more than the ground I tread. But your re-education is far from over: soon, Mabel, you won't be able to live without me, you will have lost the habit of doing by yourself the most elementary gestures of everyday life and you will answer my contempt with adoration!"
She stooped and spat on the floor.
"Lick it up at once!" she ordered, "if you don't want the whip!"
With a moan of outraged dignity, Miss Sunway prostrated herself and licked serially the fresh saliva of her governess. The latter burst out laughing despisingly.
"That's good, you're a good bitch! Give me your hands so I can tie them up; the lesson is over! And go back to your room, Bridget will wash you and make you up for dinner!"
Half an hour later, the slave was bound on her horsehair seat, facing her mistress. And while the latter was enjoying a plentiful meal, Mabel had to be content which a tapioca soup, boiled noodles and an apple.
After dinner, the governess decided to have a little walk in the park, for the night was superb. She was walking slowly along the paths, smoking cigarettes and dragging behind her on a leash her slave. The poor English girl was suffering, for the walk had just revived in her the physical need she had been feeling for so long and which was becoming intolerable. Finally, Mabel could not help letting go and she wetted her drawers, but she became pale with fright, thinking of the punishment that was awaiting her.
"We shall now proceed to look after your bedtime," Dorothea declared when they had come back to the castle. "Bridget, please come into Mabel's room!"
The servant came at once. Soon, the three women were together in the slave's room.
"Bridget, untie her hands!" the governess ordered. "She's going to get undressed by herself in front of us!"
Mabel was trembling with fright. Slowly, as if regretfully, she got rid of her narrow skirt and cami-knickers. On Dorothea's order she approached so that they should untie her strap.
"Oh!" Miss von Berner exclaimed, "what do I see here? It seems your drawers are wet, eh?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress, but I just couldn't help myself!"
Mabel's face was slapped hard twice.
"You couldn't help yourself, you couldn't obey my orders, then? What are you doing with my orders? So you peed in your drawers just like a four-year-old kid. You, an eighteen-year-old girl!" Well, I ask you! What do you think of that, Bridget?"
"I think, ma'am, that it deserves a good spanking!"
"So do I, Bridget, and we shall do it right now! Go ahead, remove your panties, you dirty girl!"
Shaking with fright, Mabel got busy removing the forty buttons from the corresponding buttonholes, and, when the wet drawers fell down to her feet, the governess picked it up and vigorously rubbed Mabel's face with it.
"Here you are, you dirty bitch, wash your face with this before being whipped!"
Aided by Bridget, she then removed Mabel's corset. The girl, all naked, had the impression of a great solace. It was as if her flesh, benumbed by the corset, suddenly came back to life. But she lost her sensation of well-being at the sight of Dorothea von Berner's taking hold of a horsewhip.
"We're not going to whip your bottom, for it hasn't quite recovered from yesterday's punishment," she announced. "I shall chastise your for your uncleanliness by applying ten strokes of the horsewhip on your breasts!"