F Campbell - Margo

"They all say that," Penny explained kindly. "I remember saying it once myself." Joyously, she swung the cane once more.

Margo was aware of a new, enhanced status. The whisperings of Rossland's underground had become aware of the special attention of the master and a more intimate relationship with the mistress. She was no longer punished except for whatever might happen behind the closed doors of the headmistress or headmaster's study. Penny basked in reflected glory.

For Bea, it was very different indeed. She felt the weight of Rossland upon her person in much the same way as she would have felt the authority of a federal penitentiary. But she saw the bright and ebullient Penny as the unkindest cut of all. She would have preferred her punishment at the hands of an older girl or from Margo. Penny might be a sweetheart some, but to Bea she was literally and metaphorically a pain in the ass. Even though Margo had made up her mind to stay away from her prisoner as much as possible, she constantly had to combat curiosity with the result that she usually ended up examining the former secretary through the bars of her cell. In this first instance, she discovered Penny's mischief in leaving her charge upon the cot with both handcuffed wrists and ankles intertwined with hands and feet in such proximity there was little their owner could do but glare at anyone who came into view. She did so now.

"Margo, look what the little bitch did to me! I can hardly do anything. And then after she'd done that awful thing to me with that horrible cane, she left me strapped to that beastly bench for goodness knows how long. My poor bottom – I thought I'd die!"

It was vintage Bea. There would be much more of it before the day of her release. Margo was aware of inadequacy in the striving for the rational.

"But, darling, you do realize you are here to be punished, and that's what Penny is doing. Believe me, she won't be a bit harder on you than any other mistress – maybe not as bad." She shrugged and motioned helplessly. "If I took on the job, I'd feel I'd have to be really and truly severe with you just to prove I wasn't playing favorites. It's much better this way."

"My bottom is flayed."

"Well, not really, darling. At the moment, you're sitting on it and?"

"That's because it's too horrible to lay over on my side. I tried that too. You have no idea what a rotten way this is to be handcuffed!"

"Well, you didn't like the rope."

"I don't like any part of this. Be a darling and undo something for me, preferably either my hands or my feet."

"Sorry, Bea, but I can't possibly interfere with Penny's authority. I've given her the job. You and she will have to get along."

"How in the devil can I get along with a child who delights in caning my ass!" Bea contrived an infinite indignation into the exclamation. "The little so-and-so says I must stay like this until she's ready to punish me some more. Margo, tell her this is a punishment. This right now is a punishment. I don't need anything else." Margo felt guilty in slipping away leaving the delinquent secretary helpless behind bars. Bea was best left alone in her present mood. The poor girl had far to go, yet might not become amenable to reason until she had been more vividly striped and more uncomfortably restrained. For Margo, her kidnapping had been forgotten. She would happily have allowed the delinquent to go free.

But Bea was a side issue in Margo's involvement with Rossland. Penny would look after the delinquent in good order, which left the captive mistress with time on her hands. It was at this juncture that she received the summons to the headmistress's office. She no longer approached the sacred door with the old trepidation.

What Mildred Harridance had to say was like the beginning of a repetitive dream.

"You're habit forming, Margo. I want you. I don't want you wandering around this place and involved with other girls. I want you for myself. At this moment, I want to use a cane on you so damn bad."

It was no surprise. Margo was amazed within herself at how little impact the words now had. They seemed entirely natural and normal in the extravagances at Rossland. Quietly, she said, "Very well. Do you want me to raise my dress and bend over, or would you like the full treatment with me naked and tied?"

"Sweetheart, do you need to ask? Off with that tunic – quick!"

If it was not the delinquent, Bea, then it was herself in this exuberance of eroticism. The girl who now divested herself of the mistress's tunic freely admitted to an incandescence burning within her sex. It might almost be a relief to receive the catharsis of the cane. Margo knew for sure of her own bewilderment and divided loyalties. When outside the room, she had a tremendous longing for the maleness of the master. But here, safely within the feminine sanctuary, it felt good to be alone with this woman who was about to give her pain. She gave up trying to think things out and simply asked, "Do you wish to do it here, Mildred, or shall we go to one of the rooms?"

Being seen on the way to punishment mattered little to Margo. It was well within the context of life at Rossland. She was simply a junior mistress who Mildred Harridance desired to cane. There was nothing odd about that, was there? Teaching the chosen room, she simply asked, "How would you like me, Mildred?"

With urgent emotions, the headmistress stripped, then locked the door, her arms engulfing the girl she was about to punish. Her breath was hot on Margo's cheeks, their breasts intertwined and frictioned in amorous contact, all four outrageously demanding. Their nipples flint hard and pleading.

"I want all of you, Margo. I'm so damned excited and hungry, I could do without the cane, but I'm not going to. I want every bit of you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

The simple ritual was, quiet and in total accord.

"Do whatever you want with me, Mildred. Make me do whatever pleasure you. I want to be compelled. I want to know I am in the power of a headmistress."

Margo was uncertain how it happened. It did not matter. But seemingly, without volition, she found herself standing erect, her arms outstretched, her wrists solidly locked in the stocks, which had no other function than to hold a girl at arm's length while she was whipped. It was delightfully simple. Mildred dived beneath and between the outstretched locked arms to come up to where she could once more possess the willing lips and clasp her victim breast to breast. She held the pinioned girl a long, long time before slipping away to pick up the yellow cane.

Margo had never enjoyed her communion with the cane. No matter who wielded it, it hurt. But now it was different. She could not define the difference, perhaps it was the posture in which she simply stood to receive her punishment. It was less demeaning, less shameful than the strapped or bound postures by which her skin could be stretched to ultimate tautness. Except for the grip of wood upon her wrists, she was as free as the woman with the cane. But that grip held her totally. Surprisingly, she had no wish to break free of it. With agony lacing the twin tenderness of her derriere, she found her heat not lessening, but flaring in a tremendous incandescence she could not control, nor the whip subdue. When it blossomed into orgasm, after many strokes, the headmistress flailed the innocent erotic flesh in a frenzy, a crescendo of shared feeling. Her orgasm matched that of a girl who had lost her hands. Mildred tossed away the cane and clasped the damp nakedness in hungry arms and worked feverishly at placing a hickey on the innocence of a maiden neck. Without striving, they had created something beautiful.

Margo was not set free. She did not want to be set free. But stood with outstretched arms and clasped wrists to allow herself to be enveloped in dreams, entering a fantasy world entirely her own. When, an hour later, Mildred returned, she found her junior mistress still dazed and bemused, not visibly anxious for release. The older woman leaned against the stocks which held her loved one's hands and asked, "Darling, what are we going to do?"