Erle Dexter - Mabel

"Come near us, Mabel," Dorothea said in a dry-tone, "and salute Madam! Go on your knees and kiss her feet! Go on, quick!"

Frightened, the girl obeyed like an automaton. She stepped up to the fat woman who wan looking at her with contempt through a lorgnette; she knelt down and kissed Eva's varnished shoes.

"This," the governess said, "is the girl I talked to you about. Needles to say, as a good slave she will do anything you may want her to do and she will obey you with utter submission."

With the tip of her shoe, Miss Crimpton obliged Mabel to lift up her head.

"Very pretty, indeed, a charming slave, I congratulate you, Dorothea!" Eva said. ''What's your name, little one? Answer, looking me in the eyes!"

"You mustn't cull me madam but 'Your honour'. And don't let me have to repeat it to you. When a slave wearies me I give her a whipping. Understood?"

"Yes, Your Honour."

"Would you like me to untie her," Dorothea proposed, "so that she gets undressed and you can see her body in the nude?"

"I shall undress her myself," Eva answered, "it is preferable that a slave should always keep her hands tied when she is on duty. First, I'll have a look at her breasts."

So saying, Miss Crimpton thrust her hands into Mabel's blouse and took out in one gesture the two naked breasts which she started to caress.

"Pretty breasts, indeed!" she exclaimed. "I hope the bottom is worthy of the front."

Mabel, with tears in her eyes, submitted to the odious touch. Then, Eva lifted up the slave's dress which she tucked up into the corset to keep it in an upward position. Her grey eyes sparkled with pleasure.

"Congratulations, darling Dorothea, this is it fine piece of a girl! And she's impeccably strapped and her panties are tight just like those worn by the girls in my school. Not a single wrinkle on the buttocks and well strapped between the legs, perfect!"

Era undid the strap and started to paw insolently the slave's femininity through the silk material.

"I hope she's depilated?… Yes, I can see she is. Good!"

She made the girl turn round and slipped one of her fingers into her anus, through the material.

"Let's nee her naked, now!"

Dorothea rushed forward, eager to help.

"I won't let you unbutton all that by yourself. Let me help you!"

The two women undid, one after the other, the forty buttons which tied Mabel's panties to the stays. The girl felt near to tears. She was in the possession, as it were, of this stranger, and she was giving her the most secret parts of herself and she could not do anything to prevent it.

The drawers, freed from the waist, were pulled down and finally fell to the feet of the slave.

"Lie down on your stomach on my lap!" Miss Crimpton ordered.

Mabel, dominating her rage, took up the position of a baby being spanked. She could smell Eva's violent perfume and feel the soft warmth of her fat thighs. Then the most humiliating examination began. Miss Crimpton, bending down over her victim, inspected all the details of the young rump with her lorgnette. She caressed softly the buttocks, asking Dorothea whether it was the whip or the riding-crop which had caused all these weals. Then she drew the globes apart and, first with her eyes, then with her fingers, she explored the gap in between.

"The bottom," she said, "is for me the touchstone of feminine education. It is by whippings that a girl is educated and made a slave of. Take for instance a proud aristocratic girl: which is the best way to humiliate her? Surely, that of baring often her buttocks, proving to her that that part of her anatomy is no longer her own but that of her mistress. Whippings, injections, tight panties, the birch — all that must be given almost without stop to a slave. A girl being re-educated, whether she is sitting or standing, or lying down, must Have continuously the feeling of her own behind — she must feel it being either whipped, or penetrated, or simply crushed by the material of her panties. I hope, my dear Dorothea, that the bottom of your slave hasn't got any single minute of respite?"

"I'm doing my best," the governess said smiling.

Eva Crimpton was pinching Mabel's buttocks.

"This behind is big but not enough for a slave. You should make her ride a bicycle. Is there one here?"

"Yes, we have one in the hangar," Dorothea said.

"Good. I've brought for Mabel a bicycle saddle which I've made for my pupils and which is conceived specially to fortify the muscles of the behind. Shall I show it to you?"

"Yes, do, by all means. We have a full hour before lunch-time and we could use it to give Mabel her first ride. How must she dress for that?"

"Don't let her put her panties back on," Miss Crimpton said, "but she'd better keep on her stays. Remove her skirt, underskirt, blouse, strap, stocking and shoes and let her wear a simple very short skirt stopping at the knees and tied to the corset, and pat her bare feet into sandals."

"All right, Bridget will dress her up accordingly and take her to the park when she's ready."

The slave was authorized to leave Eva's lap and was handed over to the chambermaid. A foes moments later, dressed as Eva had indicated, she was again in the presence of her mistresses near the hangar.

At once, she shuddered at the sight of the bicycle upon which the special saddle had been mounted. This odd instrument was not actually a saddle but only a polished wooden ball, as big as an egg, at the end of a metal rod.

"Mabel," the governess asked, "I hope you can ride a bicycle.

"Yes, I can, Divine Mistress."

"Then ride it!" Miss Crimpton ordered.

Bridget was holding the bicycle. Mabel went astraddle it, put her feet on the pedals but she did not dare sit on the wooden ball for fear of hurting herself. Dorothea slapped her face.

"What are you waiting for to sit down?"

Trembling with fear, the girl tried to obey. Eva had taken position behind her; she drew the girl's buttocks apart brutally and forced her to sit down briskly. Mabel screamed with pain: the wooden hall, penetrating between her buttocks, was driving inside more and more deeply. The slave was impaled on the saddle. It was a particularly painful position, for the buttocks were not resting on anything and the whole weight of the body rated on the secret orifice of the girl.

"But she's going to try to lift herself up by getting leverage on the pedals," remarked Dorothea.

"I've thought about that," replied Miss Crimpton. "So we shall tie her up on the bike by fixing one end of this chain to her corset and the other end to the back mud-guard of the bicycle. Then we shall tie her hands on to the handlebar and her heel to the pedals!"

While Bridget was still holding the bicycle up, the two mistresses fixed the chain to Mabel's corset and tied up her hands; then they bent down to tie her feet to the pedals. In that movement, their dresses were lifted a little and their underclothes visible. Mabel noticed how huge Eva's bottom was, squeezed in a luxurious pink silk pair of panties.

At last everything was ready. Dorothea and her friend went into Eva's car, ready to follow Mabel during her ride. They had taken with them a long whip with a leather lash like those used in circuses when showing horses.

"And mind you stay always near the car," Miss Crimpton recommended, "if you don't want to be whipped to death after your ride!"

Then Bridget let go of the bicycle and Mabel started pedalling. From the car the two torturers watched her with sadistic joy. From time to time Dorothea lashed the bare legs of the slave.

"Faster!" she cried, ''your head held up and your back erect! Obey, Mabel, or else beware!"

The poor girl was suffering horribly. For more than half an hour she was forced to pedal without stop through the walks of the park. She was sweating profusely and her corset was crushing her most painfully, obliging her to stand erect. But, above all, it was behind that was hurting her. It was all bloody. When, now and then, her skirt flew up with the wind, Dorothea took advantage of it by lashing the bared buttocks with her long whip.