They do exist. Boarding schools that are only open to very specific circles and are largely unknown to the general public. Some serve to educate the daughters of the elite of our society according to precisely the standards that are important in these circles. The others have the task of providing this influential social class with exactly the kind of staff they do not want to do without in their secluded villas. In both cases, it is about a special kind of education that seems to come from a bygone era.
Three girls entered the principal’s room. Exceptionally pretty girls, as was natural for this boarding school. There were only pretty girls here. Pretty and uneducated, as he knew, because he didn’t run an institute for higher daughters, but a boarding school for girls from the common people, who received an education here that no longer existed in the outside world.
The last to enter the room was the teacher of the three. He had a serious look on his face and it was obvious that this was a problem that centered around the three girls. Two of them looked guiltily at the floor. The third was trying to look confident and seemed interested in the director’s office, which was furnished with valuable furniture and he had never seen her here before.
Never seen before meant that she was either new to the boarding school or that there had never been any reason to call her to account for any misdemeanor. But he would certainly find out in a moment.
The teacher of the three carried a thin cane, as did every teacher in the house. It was regarded as the visible expression of his authority and was a decisive reason why this boarding school was much more civilized than all the other schools in the country. Although it was an all-girls boarding school, the teaching staff consisted exclusively of men, which may have seemed strange to outsiders, but was exactly in keeping with the attitude to life that was cultivated here.
The offense of the three was to have disturbed harmony and peace among the schoolgirls, the head of the boarding school was told. At least that was the official accusation. Specifically, they had been caught threatening a fellow pupil. The teachers were aware that there was a kind of gang among the girls that terrorized individual pupils. Allegedly, there had also been forced lesbian acts and many an alleged accident was probably not an accident at all, but the result of a physical altercation. But there was a culture of silence among the girls and if you told on a classmate to the teacher, you could expect to be ostracized and bullied by the others.
The teachers had a correspondingly difficult time identifying the individual gang members as such and taking appropriate disciplinary measures. But this time it seemed to have worked and the attentive teacher had obviously even caught the ringleader.
The girls were dressed in accordance with the current regulations. In other words, they wore simple white blouses and skirts cut close to the skin. Underneath, they wore a simple black bra and matching panties, as the two men present knew. Private clothing was forbidden and long hair had to be tied back in a plait. However, it was quite acceptable for the girls to groom themselves and do what girls do to look pretty and impress each other.
The principal stood up and walked towards the group, who had lined up in the middle of the room with their teacher standing behind them, cane in hand. Three pronounced beauties, he thought as he inspected each one. Nice bulging bottoms, he noted with satisfaction, wondering how many times they had worn thick red welts as a result of some kind of pale behavior.
„What’s your name?“ he addressed the middle one of the trio. „Melissa,“ was the monosyllabic reply, while she raised her lowered eyes for just a tiny moment. „And what is your offense?“ She hesitated at first and then said, „I’m supposed to have threatened a classmate.“
The principal grinned: „Did you just do it or did you do it?“ She didn’t answer him and he said: „Don’t have any illusions. We have ways and means to find out the truth. Step forward.“ She took a step forward and stopped with a questioning look. „Take off your skirt.“ She paused for a moment, but then thought better of it, unzipped the back of the garment and let it fall to the floor. Her black panties were tight. At the back, the thin fabric disappeared almost completely between her buttocks. At the front, it shamelessly highlighted the contours of her vulva.
„The panties too,“ was the next order, which was also followed with marked hesitation.
„So again, did you or did you not threaten a classmate?“
She remained silent.
„What a pity. I was hoping you would see reason. But it seems you’ve decided to remain stubborn and do nothing to clear up the matter. Come with me!“
It was a large office with an impressive desk and a wall-filling bookshelf. In one corner of the room was a cozy seating area made of black tanned leather. In the field of vision next to it was a punishment bench, which was probably indispensable in the office of the principal of a girls‘ boarding school. This is exactly where the principal took the pupil. We may treat her like a teenager, but she’s actually already a real woman with all the charms of a young woman, he thought as he followed the provocative movements of her bottom.
„You know what you have to do,“ was his order and he noticed for the first time that she had tears in her eyes. He stepped very close to her and literally whispered in her ear: „Or have you changed your mind and are you ready to talk?“
She stood firm, even though he could feel that it was visibly difficult for her. An unmistakable tremor had taken possession of her body as she obviously overcame all resistance and took a seat on the leather-upholstered trestle. It only took two hand movements to secure her wrists to the front feet of the trestle. He took the wide leather belt, placed it around her waist and fastened it tightly. He refrained from securing her legs. He loved it when they kicked their legs wildly in agony and didn’t want to miss out on the sight.
„Mr. Hartmann, would you like to make the first attempt to remind this young lady of her duty to answer a simple question?“
The girl’s class teacher grins approvingly and steps closer. Several instruments of punishment were hung on a board on the wall, silently and threateningly waiting to be used. He chose a wide leather strap, which he let slide sensually through his hands.
„You could have spared yourself that,“ he said and got into position. He swung wide and let the supple leather hit the girl’s backside with a loud crack. She immediately reared up and let out a pained moan. He watched the spectacle with relish and waited patiently until her inevitable reaction had gradually subsided. Then he pulled out again and her bottom began to move violently once more. Her legs and their inevitably spread position gave her educator a more than clear insight into her anatomy. Clean shaven, he noted laconically. Not a single hair to be seen even between the buttocks. Then he pulled out a third time to reignite the dance of pain.
The principal bent down to her. With an ironic grin, he stroked her white buttocks, on which three welts were now visible and bore witness to her chastisement. „What has happened? I heard the girl has several bruises on her body. Were you involved?“
She pressed her lips together. He signaled to the teacher and he struck again. This time he didn’t waste any time between the individual blows and struck three times in quick succession. She’ll hardly be able to sit up tomorrow, he realized with satisfaction. But a woman’s bottom is there to receive punishment and she will have to live with it. She was obviously struggling with herself now, while her buttocks opened and clenched again in rapid succession.
The procedure was repeated. „Are you ready to open your mouth now and tell us the truth?“
„It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me,“ she said intermittently, barely audible to the others present. The director waited a moment and gave his subordinate a sign, which he spontaneously knew how to interpret.
This time she was struck with a single, but all the more powerful blow. She let out a shrill scream and her whole body shook violently.
„I’m listening,“ were the director’s words. He bent down to her and his ear was only a hand’s breadth away from her mouth. Her resistance was broken. She whispered something to him and he wordlessly proceeded to undo her handcuffs and the wide leather belt. Her face contorted with pain, she stepped down from the punishment bench and walked back to her starting point with weak knees. The warden couldn’t help but notice the contemptuous looks the other two gave her. To them, she was now a traitor, but he was sure that they would soon say what he wanted to hear.
While she went about putting her panties and skirt back on with trembling hands, he turned to the second of the three girls. „And what about you? Are you more sensible than your classmate and ready to admit your offense?“
She kept her head down and said nothing. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. „Do I have to repeat my question or will you talk in pain first too?“
Her lips remained pressed tightly together. Without warning, he slapped her hard across the face. Then he took a step back.
„Strip,“ was the order. „Strip naked, and strip immediately.“
The girl’s teacher stood next to him and menacingly folded the leather strap into a loop. She knew that she would be treated in exactly the same way. She knew it all too well, because he had already marked her shapely bottom more than once with the menacingly swelling welts of his cane. The already chastised sinner was now sobbing violently and he gestured for her to leave.
The slap had worked and the second girl proceeded to undress without further prompting. Her skirt and panties fell to the floor, her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra was undone. A few quick movements and she was standing naked in the room, as she had been asked to do. She breathed heavily and her handsome breasts rose and fell. A wave and she followed the principal to the punishment rack. Almost routinely, she got into the desired position and was restrained, just like her classmate, who had already been through this procedure and was now presumably on her way to her room to tend to her wounds.
She was much slimmer than the first defendant and her buttocks gaped wide apart as she lay there presenting her backside to the leather. But she seemed determined and pressed her lips tightly together. The director therefore sensed that she was asking for a much more severe chastisement before she was ready to make a statement. And he was more than willing to see to that.
That was the moment when the class teacher noticed the third girl moving in the corner of his eye. She had already taken two steps towards the door when he caught up with her and cut her off. He turned the key and took it. Then he turned to her and gave her a resounding slap that sent her staggering to the side. „It’s your turn too,“ he whispered to her and moved towards the punishment trestle.
This time it was the principal who wanted to carry out the punishment. He had chosen an impressive-looking strap whip and stood behind her while he looked at her backside with erotic interest. She had also shaved completely so that he had an unobstructed view of the wrinkled sheets of her pussy, which were more than inviting in this posture. She was already twenty and he wondered if he shouldn’t treat himself to a little change. But at that moment, his need to give her a thorough thrashing outweighed his desire and he lashed out with the whip to let her seven thin leather straps hit her vulnerable backside with full force.
The reaction came suddenly. She shrieked loudly and her body wrenched with all its might in the restraints that prevented him from leaving her position. He didn’t wait long and struck out again. The third blow also struck her exposed lower body without a long pause, causing her voice to literally explode. A leather strap could burn like fire. But for a rather small and tight bottom, the strap whip was hell on earth.
He put the instrument of punishment to one side and positioned himself behind her with his arms crossed to watch the effects of his actions with pleasure. He knew that the short strap whip could reach the particularly sensitive inner thighs and had done just that. The resulting pattern of thin, bright red welts even stretched deep between her buttocks and, as he could easily see, even her unprotected pussy had received its share. No wonder her whole body was shaking as she breathed heavily and her tears dripped freely onto the floor.
„Were you involved in the crime?“ was his question and she responded by shaking her head vigorously. He approached her and unabashedly reached between her legs. His fingers stroked over her anus rosette and worked extensively on the part of her anatomy that made her a woman. Then he gave her a hearty slap on the bottom, which she acknowledged with a short cry, and got into position again. Again her maltreated flesh was struck by three well-aimed blows and again her reaction showed that she was at the limit of what she could endure.
„Do you have something to tell me?“ She shook her head again and he immediately swung out to deliver another blow.
„Believe me, you’ll talk,“ was his comment and again seven thin leather straps whizzed on the most sensitive areas of the female body.
He had to repeat this procedure three more times, until finally her will was broken and she spoke out in a shaky voice: „Patriza, it was Patrizia …“
This made it clear who the ringleader of the girls‘ gang was. The two teachers nodded to each other, the chastised girl was freed from her shackles and crawled on all fours to the small pile of discarded clothes to get dressed again with trembling hands. Her teacher opened the door for her and she was also allowed to retire to her room.
With that, the eyes of the two men turned to the remaining girl. The principal had noticed from the start that she was different from her two accomplices. She always kept her eyes open in the room and demonstrated a defiance that two teachers who relied on tried and tested methods could only understand as provocation. There was no question that this specimen would not back down so quickly. She demanded very special measures to break her will and drive out her misguided pride.
She did not respond to the order to undress. When both men tried to pounce on her to tear her clothes off with their own hands, she fought back with her hands and feet, kicked wildly, bit hands that came too close, spat at her educators and didn’t seem to want to give in even after several slaps in the face. But no matter how determined a young woman is not to be beaten, male strength wins out in the end and she has no choice but to admit defeat.
The principal picked up the phone. It was the PE teacher he picked up. „Are you in the gym at the moment? OK, then stop the lesson and send the girls to the garden. We need the hall for something special.“
The girl, still struggling violently, was more or less dragged through the corridors of the old school building until she reached the gymnasium. There were several wooden rings hanging from the ceiling on thick ropes. And here were also the instruments of punishment, without which physical education lessons were not always possible. The girl’s feet were first tied together so that she could not hinder the rest of the procedure. Then two of the gymnastic rings were lowered from the ceiling and one of the girl’s wrists was tied to each. Once this preparation was complete, a button was pressed and the rings slowly moved upwards. The girl was forced to straighten up until she was standing with her arms stretched upwards and just touching the floor. Her feet were still tied together, so she couldn’t repeat the game of kicking at her guardians to stop them from doing what they were doing.
The class teacher calmly unzipped the back of the black dress, peeled it down and left it hanging at her feet. Then he went away and came back with a pair of scissors, which he used to cut the two sides of the black panties and throw the now worthless piece of fabric into a corner of the hall. He unbuttoned her blouse, cut the sleeves and carelessly tossed this fabric aside as well. The bra was the least of her problems and also became a worthless piece of waste.
She had quite large but surprisingly firm breasts, which retained their shape even when she was strapless and barely sagged downwards. Her vulva was pronounced and showed that she had a deep playground between her legs for male fingers, sucking lips and an exploratory tongue. Her ass was just what a girl filled with rebellion and craving a man’s frequent chastisement needed. It was fleshy and clearly bulged backwards which was emphasized by her slightly curved spine. She would certainly not make it easy for her future owner. But it would certainly be a pleasure for him to breed her.
She was also clean-shaven and her teacher knew why. Not all girls shaved between their legs. Some wore a decorative triangle of frizzy hair and only kept the area around the labia free of unwanted undergrowth. Others simply let nature take its course. But the closet lesbians among the schoolgirls in particular made a point of being completely bare underneath so that nothing would spoil their pleasure when they played with themselves or were sucked and licked by a like-minded girl. This young woman was obviously a lesbian and it was actually the first time that he, as her teacher, had really become aware of this fact.
At other institutes of this kind, lesbian activity was not tolerated and those involved were stripped naked and whipped in front of the assembled school. Sometimes a horde of street boys was even hired and given the task of making love to an unwilling girl in order to introduce her to the effects of a male cock, which could trigger far more intense feelings than poking fingers or a misappropriated banana.
The director entered. He held a braided whip in his hand. It was an original bullwhip, as the connoisseur knew immediately. One of those instruments that the gauchos in South America used to show the cattle the way and which were probably also used from time to time to teach a recalcitrant woman obedience.
The girl’s eyes widened when she saw the whip. From one moment to the next, her mischievous glint was wiped away and had given way to clear signs of fear.
„I’ll just ask you once, was it you who gave the student the bruises all over her body? Did you kick and beat her to make her submit to you? Are you the leader of the lesbian gang that has been up to mischief for weeks?“
It was a lot of questions at once. But they achieved nothing, except that the girl’s lips pressed tightly together and she gave a look of contempt, determined to keep her mouth shut and not give anything away.
„Very well, you didn’t want it any other way.“
With that, he reached far out and let the whip do its work. A naked girl and an almost two-meter-long whip made of braided leather are an ominous combination. He knew he had to guide the leather so that the thin end of the whip flicked her skin. And he knew that hips, thighs and buttocks were the best areas of the body to let a whip take full effect without leaving permanent marks. So he lashed out again and again, perfecting his ability to target each blow and leaving the girl’s body with impressively blossoming welts from her bottom to the back of her knees. Her screams echoed unheard through the empty gym and were inflamed anew with every blow. Until she had reached her physical limit and was left moaning in the ropes, her body having given up all resistance.
He let go of her and moved away to put the whip back in its place. Meanwhile, the girl’s class teacher undid her restraints and let her sink to the floor, unrestrained. He was sure that she would do anything to avoid having this experience again. But he wasn’t sure if she was broken for good and wouldn’t cause any more trouble for her future owner.
The director came back. He looked at the heap of misery lying powerless and will-less on the floor. He threw her a tracksuit he had found in the changing room. So she wouldn’t have to walk around the whole school naked, although he would have liked her to suffer that humiliation. But he had a feeling that her whipping was severe enough to leave lasting memories in her mind.
After all, this was not a boarding school for the spoiled daughters of millionaires and billionaires. It was the place where the future maids, housekeepers and chambermaids of the super-rich were trained. And they were destined to spend their lives in a luxurious villa, where a male butler made sure that the female staff worked to the full satisfaction of their masters and were punished with leather straps or riding crops whenever there was reason to do so. He was the only one here at the boarding school who knew for certain that each of the girls who were brought up here would do the work she had been taught for a maximum of ten years before being disposed of in some brothel in the world.
The super-rich needed staff. But they didn’t need witnesses to report on their activities. And they knew very well that a woman from the common people had to be kept on the curb in order to enjoy his services and be sure of his discretion.