She was well developed and could present a man with exactly what his heart longed for. But it was unclean flesh that she had to offer. Breasts that had been clasped by countless men’s hands. Buttocks that were used to being ogled, groped and kneaded. A cunt that had already received many cocks and helped countless men to satisfy their urges. It was the body of a woman who had chosen the path of a whore and was only there to be used.

And it was used that evening when the hunting party got together to celebrate their spoils and an eventful day among men. There were several pastors present and each of them had brought at least one young woman from their congregation. These included buxom girls with fleshy bottoms who have a lot to show and give a man. But there were also very slim specimens with almost boyishly small bottoms and endlessly long legs. And of course there were also some specimens for the friends of precocious Lolitas, who proudly displayed their small, pointed breasts and showed with every fiber of their body that they were thoroughly depraved beasts despite their tender age.

They had all been lured here under the pretext of being hired as kitchen help and helping with the preparations for a big party to which only high society men were invited. But at some point late in the evening, they had all been taken out of the kitchen and invited to join the men’s party, which had become quite boozy. They were generously poured alcohol and it wasn’t long before their initial inhibitions were loosened and the elegant dinner gradually turned into a full-blown orgy. One guest after the other retreated into one of the many massive armchairs or stretched out their legs on a leather couch to unwrap one of the attractive gifts that had been brought here for their own personal entertainment with grabbing hands and lustful eyes.

But not all of the bimbos lured to this place under false promises were prepared to enrich this gentlemen’s evening with their charms without being asked and to silently allow ageing male hands to take possession of their bodies and demanding fingers to penetrate their hidden orifices. And so it was inevitable that the first fierce protests were soon heard.

This was exactly the situation that the priests present had been waiting for. For example, when a little black-haired girl, who had initially had no objection to being patted and caressed by a man in his mid-fifties, suddenly rebelled when he not only slipped his hand under her skirt, but also tried to penetrate her panties. She not only responded to his advances by indignantly slapping his fingers. She also tried to wriggle out of his grasp with unmistakable protests and to escape his grasp.

Agnelli was not the only one to acknowledge the incident with a scornful grin. After all, like all the others, this little girl was anything but a saint. The very fact that she was here was an unmistakable indication that she had made a name for herself in her church community as a slut who obviously had no problem letting men have their way with her and spreading her legs for it. A quick exchange of glances with the colleague standing next to him was enough and two men in black berets rushed to the scene to give their esteemed guest the satisfaction he now deserved.

In the meantime, the little girl had torn herself away. But her intention to leave the room in indignation ended after just a few steps in the arms of the two strong clergymen, who immediately grabbed her with their combined strength and led her back to the guest, who had obviously taken a liking to her. He was also familiar with the rules of the house and therefore knew exactly what was about to happen. He therefore saw no reason to react with anger, but simply stood up to confront the unruly young woman with a look that did not bode well.

She had obviously recognized the situation by now, which could clearly be seen from the fact that her eyes no longer sparkled angrily and the initial expression of indignant resistance had also disappeared from her face. Quite a beautiful face, by the way. With full, sensual lips, framed by lush, curly black hair and accentuated by a pretty snub nose. If she hadn’t grown up in the slums, she would probably be lying in bed at this late hour, dreaming of a young man who would soon lead her to the sacred state of marriage. But fate had assigned her a life on the lower fringes of society. Where young girls fell into the wrong hands at an early age and did things that the well-protected young girls in the better circles only had a hazy idea of. And so this specimen here was anything but a virgin and therefore, in the opinion of the men present, had no right to be treated as such.

The man she had refused to meet stood in front of her in full height. He waited patiently until the general noise level in the room had given way to a tense silence and all eyes were fixed on the scene. He didn’t say a word. He just looked at her stoically and then, without warning, swung his right hand full force into her face. Accompanied by a stifled scream, her head was thrown violently to one side as she looked on in a mixture of horror and fear, trying to process what had happened. The trembling of her chest revealed that she was violently aroused. Her flickering eyes revealed that pure fear was spreading through her.

Once again, her counterpart took his time. The burly man waited until she had calmed down again, then stepped very close to her, grabbed her by the chin and focused her gaze precisely on his eyes.

„Don’t you ever dare resist me again, my dear,“ were his words, „I’m not the first to use your whorish little cunt and I certainly won’t be the last. You’re here until tonight to do what you do best. It’s probably the only thing you can do at all.“ His sarcastic undertone provoked amused reactions among the men present, while you could see from the girls that through the fog of their slight drunkenness, they too were beginning to realize what situation they had got themselves into here.

He had spat out his words more than he had spoken them. And he had hit the exact spot in her soul where every woman is vulnerable. So she reacted as expected. Her features hardened and her lips quivered with anger. But someone like her did not know how to respond to words with words. People didn’t talk to each other in their circles. They went at each other and at some point the strongest prevailed. As a result, a woman took a good beating until her will was broken and she preferred to appease her counterpart by offering him her body. A ritual that also involved her showing herself to be prickly at first and thus virtually provoking his reaction.

As it turned out, this girl was no different from the other women in her class. She flailed her legs wildly, uttered a canonade of swear words and brought the scene to a climax by spitting in the face of the man still standing close to her.

A murmur went through the room. The women present held their breath. The two padres at the girl’s side tightened their grip. The attacked man twisted his mouth into a sarcastic grin. One of the girls present eagerly rushed over to wipe the foreign saliva off his face. There’s always one who hopes to gain an advantage by chumming up, thought Agnelli, observing the girl who was acting like a submissive bitch and only moved aside when she was prompted to do so with a contemptuous wave of her hand. It was Fiona.

Father Agnelli knew how to interpret the slight head movement with which the distinguished guest invited him to do what was now unavoidable. The two men knew their task. They led the violently resisting girl into the middle of the room. A few moments later, two more padres appeared and rolled a heavy frame into the room, the function of which was not immediately clear, especially to the young girl present. It was a solidly constructed trestle, consisting of a surface upholstered with thick cowhide, which rose a good meter above the floor on one side and sloped downwards towards the other side. The victim seemed to sense what was about to happen to her. She began to flail her legs wildly again and tried with all her might to escape the grip of her guards. But it was no use to her. On the contrary, it was now four men in black overhangs who seized her body and put her in exactly the position for which the strange frame was obviously intended.

It was the kind of punishment rack that used to be a standard feature of every manor house. It was used to punish the servants and had been devised for the sole purpose of putting female bottoms in the position in which the master’s representative could best fulfill his educational mission.

In the opinion of everyone present – apart from the largely unsuspecting girls, of course – such a punishment cane should still be used today whenever a sinner needs to be punished or a rebellious spirit needs to be brought back to the path of obedience. In schools, for example, in the homes of wealthy gentlemen and, of course, in every women’s prison in the country.

The girl was placed on her stomach on the sloping padded surface. The priests, who were obviously very experienced in such matters, made sure that she lay with her hips exactly on the upper edge of the cushioned surface so that her legs could bend downwards unhindered.

A wide leather strap was placed across her upper body at stomach height and lashed down so that she had no chance of leaving her intended position. Experienced hands secured her wrists to the posts provided for this purpose, while further leather straps were placed around her thighs to secure them to the punishment trestle. At first, the whole process was accompanied by loud cries of protest, but with every step of the preparation, these turned into helpless pleas and begging. But there was no one here who was interested in her fate or even felt sorry for her. On the contrary, the men watched the procedure with increasing interest and showed their satisfaction with the result by nodding approvingly. This was the ideal position for punishing a rebellious woman, was the unanimous opinion. The girl’s pronounced bottom was now not only the highest part of her body. It also presented itself in a truly magnificent way, even if its true character remained hidden under the dress, which was stretched to breaking point.

Meanwhile, the evening’s guests had formed a semi-circle around the scene. The men were clearly looking forward to it, the girls were increasingly anxious, because by now each of them had probably realized what was going to happen here and now. Some were still too confused by the unfamiliar events of the evening to think clearly. Others were gradually beginning to realize that what they were about to experience was also meant as a cautionary tale for each of them.

The man, who just a few moments ago had to experience being spat on by a little whore in front of everyone present, now stood there visibly satisfied and admiringly examined how the young woman had been expertly prepared so that she could receive the punishment she deserved for her improper behavior.

„I think the good old cane is needed here,“ he finally said and didn’t have to wait long before he was handed what he wanted. It was not the first evening of this kind that this house had experienced, and they were well prepared to have all the necessary props ready to reprimand unruly young ladies in the old-fashioned way.

„We’re dealing with a little bitch here who is obviously not yet aware of what a woman from her class should and shouldn’t do,“ he began in a clearly audible voice as his gaze wandered around the room. „First she plays the demure lady and refuses a guest of the house and then she has the cheek to spit on him.“

He took an emphatically long pause as he walked slowly around the punishment trestle, clearly enjoying the sight of the woman prepared especially for him.

„What do you think, my dear friends, that a woman deserves who has behaved so improperly?“

„She needs a good spanking,“ the group chimed in. „She should be spanked,“ said another voice. „Whipping,“ someone added from the background. „Make her scream,“ could be heard, while murmurs of approval filled the room, „They would have burned her in the old days,“ commented one of the clergymen present, before the individual shouts merged into a general babble of voices that left no doubt that everyone present was more or less of the same opinion.

„I see I’m in good company here. We are all men who still have a sense of manners and decency. And we are among the few in the country who still appreciate a good upbringing. I think the latter point is particularly interesting. Perhaps we should give it some thought. We know, of course, that every single one of the cunts we’re going to have fun with tonight deserves a good spanking. But I like the idea of burning our seal on their asses at the end. No really, I like it, dear friends. I can already feel the smell of burning flesh as their screams ring in my ears. We should really think about this.“

Those present seemed to be taken with the idea. Strong clapping expressed unanimous approval. Lively conversations filled the room, interrupted by the kind of raucous laughter that can only come from the throats of men when they are together.

„But now we should turn our attention back to this little serving girl here,“ the voice of the man still standing in the middle of the circle drowned out the general merriment. „As you can easily see, the Lord has endowed her with a real gem of an ass. She will give us much pleasure with it. And she will certainly have learned a lot by the time we have finished with her.“

With that, he bent down to her, grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced her to look at him before continuing: „Tell us your name, you cheeky bitch. We’d like to know who we’re dealing with.“

„Rosetta,“ she said after some hesitation and everyone could see that she had already shed a lot of tears.

„Rosetta, your father has given you a beautiful name. He’s certainly not happy with a daughter who whores around and opens her cunt to any cock that wants it. What did your father do to you when he found out that his daughter was no longer a virgin? Did he give you a good thrashing?“

She was pulled up by the hair again and forced to look around. But she remained silent.

„Go on, tell us, what did your father do to you?“

„I’ve been … grounded,“ she said haltingly.

„Grounded, did you hear that, dear friends. She’s screwing around in the world and all she gets is grounded. What kind of father is that? Has a daughter with such an ass and grounds her. No wonder our youth is degenerating more and more. She’s probably never been laid over her knee and that ass has never felt a cane either.“

He walked around her and gave her a hard slap on the butt.

„I think we still have a lot of educating to do here, dear friends. We can no longer turn her into an honorable girl, because she lost her innocence a long time ago. But we can at least make sure that she learns obedience. Obedience and humility, the two qualities that even a cheap whore like her should have.“

With that, he went into action. „The knife,“ he said, sounding like a surgeon preparing for an operation. One of the priests handed him what he needed and he immediately set about slitting the girl’s tightly stretched dress from the hem. A sharp sound followed and the garment fell into two pieces with a jerk. A little more precision work and the fabric was completely detached from her and she lay there in her bra and panties. The former was also severed at the crucial points before it was pulled off her and flew across the room in a high arc. Then he took the black panties, which were only held on both sides by a narrow band, cut it and pulled this last piece of clothing off her body. He held it up in the air like a trophy before this useless scrap of fabric also landed on the floor.

She really did have a magnificent ass. Some of the men changed position to get a better look. Two fleshy globes were shaped into spherical bulges. The skin was of a healthy color, youthfully taut and flawless. A deep valley allowed delightful insights and revealed a pink-colored rosette, to which the pronounced bulges of her outer labia connected almost seamlessly at the bottom. These in turn gaped slightly apart in her current position with her legs slightly apart and allowed an extremely indiscreet view of the wrinkled folds of skin on her inner pubis. Of course she was shaved. All whores shaved, at least that was the conviction of the men present and you could literally see how some of them’s mouths were watering.

Some of the girls present felt their companion’s grip tighten around their shoulders at this moment. Others were intimidated by the way male hands felt the contours of their own backsides. Many a hand slipped lustfully between young thighs, which opened hesitantly and not entirely voluntarily to allow the intrusiveness to happen. No female would have dared to resist at that moment, because none of those present wanted to be the next to be strapped to the punishment rack.

„Well, my little Rosetta. I’m not your father, but I’m going to do what he obviously failed to do. I’m going to treat you the way they used to treat any daughter who brought shame on her family. And, of course, any whore who refused to comply.“

He patted her bottom extensively, let his hands glide over her smooth curves with relish, subjected her buttocks to a thorough inspection and, of course, did not fail to massage her clitoris and explore the depths of her cunt with his middle and index fingers. She could have accepted all of this when he tried to finger her earlier. Without being exposed in front of everyone else. Without a whole dozen lustful glances examining her most intimate secrets. Without having to present her bottom to a man with a terrifying cane in his hand.

He straightened up, took a step back, cast a meaningful glance around and took a swing.

It was unclear what resounded louder through the room. The wood of the cane hitting elastic flesh with an ominous crack or the shrill scream that immediately followed from the lips of the victim. She could not help but rebel violently in her bonds, while her buttocks convulsed wildly to the satisfaction of those present.

She was dealing with a practiced disciplinarian. He waited patiently until her reactions had subsided before he pulled the cane through again and drew another welt across her bare bottom. The spectacle was repeated and the girl screamed at the top of her lungs to digest the succession of shrill flashes of pain. The faces of the men present fluctuated between malicious grins and satisfied serenity. Some nodded in agreement. Others tried to hide their obvious excitement with petrified looks. In complete contrast to the young girls, who had sheer horror written all over their faces as they held their breath and silently followed what was happening.

‚Six of the best‘ was the old rule in English schools. This was in the good old days, when centuries-old traditions still determined life and shaped lessons on the British Isles. Rosetta, however, was given a double dose because, firstly, she had long since outgrown school age and, secondly, it was a particularly bad offense not only to oppose a guest in the house, but also to spit on him.

„A maid in the last century would have been beaten black and blue to teach her a lesson. But this should be enough for you to learn from your mistakes,“ was her tormentor’s comment, which was immediately drowned out by the applause of the men standing around, who considered this to be the start of their gentlemen’s evening.

It was a ritual that served as a prelude to every evening of this kind. One of the girls lured to this place always made the mistake of resisting. She was the one who was singled out, humiliated and chastised to show the others in no uncertain terms what would happen to them if they took liberties that they were not allowed here. A demonstration that always worked, because a woman is rarely characterized by a strong will and the threat of punishment was usually enough to make her cooperate and do everything that was demanded of her.

But the demonstration wasn’t over yet. Once the little girl had been unstrapped and put back on her feet, the next lesson followed immediately.

„Thank your disciplinarian for the punishment,“ she was told by Father Agnelli. She didn’t react at first and stood indecisively next to the punishment rack while the man with the cane in his hand waited for her to comply.

„Thank you, or would you like to go over the buck again?“

Hesitantly and obviously fighting against tremendous inner resistance, she started to move until she was standing an arm’s length away from the man she had just spat at with contempt.

„Get on your knees,“ he said and waited patiently until she had followed his request just as hesitantly.

He fiddled with his pants and pulled out his member, which immediately rose to its full size and stuck out of his body like a thorn.

„Show me that you’re sorry and that you’ll do whatever is asked of you in the future.“

(Excerpt from the book „Convent School for Sinful Girls“ by Wolfram Steffen