F Campbell - Margo

"Bend over, Miss Harridance. I'm sure you'll love every stroke I'm going to give you. Because you're the headmistress, I'm going to make it ten."

Mildred did not bend forward as requested. Instead, she straightened up and turned around to face her tormentor.

"Emaline, don't be absurd. Stop this play-acting at once. I will accept not a single stroke."

"Ten. And don't forget to bend over, please."

Emaline was in her glory. The breasts of the headmistress were heaving in her emotional travail. Margo, watching, saw the lovely hands twist within the confines of the steel circlets. Looking at the enraptured Emaline, it was hard to believe this delightful child held three adult females so totally in her power by virtue of nothing more than handcuffs on their wrists. But the handcuffs were enough.

"If you like, I'll fasten you in some way, Miss Harridance, so you won't jiggle around and feel foolish. Would you like that?" Emaline asked solicitously.

Mildred straightened up, flushing. "I think I would prefer that, Emaline – yes."

Margo suspected Miss Harridance of a crafty mood. To fasten her might entail the unlocking of the handcuffs on her wrist, and then heaven help Emaline!

But this did not happen. Emaline was in full command of the situation and guided her reluctant charge to a rope from above could attach to the shining steel of the cuffs and be drawn high. The result was the lowering of Miss Harridance's head so as to cause her hair to cascade toward the floor and the raising of her her bottom for attention. It was a pose neatly designed for its purpose. The first slash, with all the strength of Emaline's young arms behind it, impacted with a wicked crack and caused the recipient to heave against her raised bound arms and to shift uneasily upon her feet, still free to express their owner's distress. Margo remembered how she had first seen this woman as a stern, unrelenting authority. But that was now long past. What she beheld now as the lithe and lovely figure of a mature girl whose enforced bending posture emphasized firm breasts and a concave belly. Across the twin spheres of the bent, curved bottom, the scarlet claimed its line of wealed flesh. Mildred looked back briefly in apprehension and then returned her gaze to the floor to which her hair was streaming in a charming signal of distress.

Emaline giggled happily as she performed her task. The blows fell with measured precision to extract the maximum of cringe and squirm from the tethered woman. There was no mercy, only a mischievous determination to get every possible particle of eroticism from the punishment. After several cuts had left their mark and while Mildred was still squirming from the last blow, Emaline parted the whipped cheeks to demonstrate to those who watched prominence of the plump lips of Mildred's pudendum. Playfully, she plucked one hair after another to add to the squire and cringe of a woman who could not fight back. Evidently, considering silence her best weapon, Mildred uttered no sound except at the time of the impact of the cane, a gasp or moan, and the uncontrolled shifting of her bare feet. When the seventh stroke followed the sixth, she could keep silent no longer.

"Etnaline, stop this! Emaline, I forbid you to him me again. I have received quite enough punishment to satisfy your sadistic little soul. Let me loose."

It was as though she had not spoken a single word. Emaline continued to impose the cane upon the headmistress's flesh with the same aplomb and veive as before. She took pains to ensure a good view of the girls behind the bars. The tenth stroke was a horrendous cracking impact to extract from the bent-over femininity one last appeal.

"Emaline, I beg of you – stop! This is enough!"

Emaline stopped. She had delivered the ten strokes, as promised.

"Miss Harridance," she said mischievously, "if you hadn't made all these beefs and kept telling me to stop, I actually would stop right now. But I do think you deserve a couple more on your pretty little cunny. Don't you agree?"

"No, I do not. Don't be disgusting, and never use the vulgar word again. Unlock my hands."

"Oh, Miss Harridance! You don't like cunny! I think it's a lovely word. I'm going to whip yours a couple of limes more. If I use the thin end of the cane and come up between your legs, it will hurt you beautifully. Aren't you lucky?"

Margo watched the inward turmoil depicted on Mildred's face. She found it easy to follow the train of thought. It would be just as she would feel.

Hating every motion, Mildred separated her legs to accept the extra punishment Emaline desired. But as the first cut sliced the air and bedded itself within her most sacred flesh, she broke all pretense of control and went berserk in contortions of agonies undreamed.

"Emaline, please stop! I can't take this!"

"If you don't put your feet well apart," the youngster warned, "I will raise the count to five instead of two. Now do it!"

Miserably, Mildred obeyed. The atmosphere was electric as Emaline positioned the now pliant thighs to her approval and took position. The swinging upward cut was the wickedest of all, but it was also the last. Two women and a child watched the vivid contortions of the woman as she employed berserk body movements to counter the agony of the cane upon her most intimate lips.

"There, Miss Harridance. You've had your bottom caned. Gee, I enjoyed that! Even if you to be headmistress again and cane me terribly to got your own back, I won't mind a bit. I'm going to remember this moment all my life. You look so beautiful and so female with your skin glistening with sweat and your cumy sort of half peeking out behind. It was so glorious to cane it the way I've done. Now I'm going to put you back in the cage."

There happened then something to make Margo and Norma gasp in wonder. The voice of Mildred Harridance was measured and controlled.

"Emaline, there is something you can do for us. You can set us free. I know you won't do this unless you are bribed with something meaningful to you. You have caned me hatefully and cruelly. I now offer you a bargain. Unlock my hands and give me back my freedom, and then I will voluntarily submit to whatever posture you desire to be whipped as it may please you for ten more strokes."

The headmistress paused to swallow and collect her emotions before continuing.

"In addition, I will give you my solemn promise that when things return to normal at Rossland, you will not be punished in any way by anyone."

There was silence so deep it could be felt. All eyes were upon the teenage nudity as three pairs of hands strove against the handcuffs on their wrists. Emaline affected to consider deeply, and then quietly, she spoke.

"If you'll promise not to jump me when you are free, and if Margo will promise to let me punish her the same way, I'll set you free. I don't know anything about Miss Boulter, so I'll leave her out of it. It will be just you two."

"My answer is yes. Margo will make her own decision."

Margo sighed and said, "Yes, Emaline, you can do as you wish with me too."

It was proof of the awe in which Mildred Harridance was held by the pupils of Rossland that Emaline had no doubt as to her character. First, the asked nymphet in charge of proceedings lowered the wracked arms, then inserted the tiny key within the handcuffs which were and had been the true mistress of the occasion. Without pause, as though anxious to catch herself in the proper mood, she announced, "Very well, Emaline, I'm at your disposal. How do you want me?"

The beauty of the two – a naked adolescent and a nude woman with striped skin – was breathtaking. The woman's words were an instance of mind over matter.

Emahne prepared for the punishment of Mildred Harridance and Margo Davis.

"I'd like you to lay on your back on the floor, please, Miss Harridance, and then raise your feet and bring them back so you can hold onto your ankles. I won't use the cane on your in that lovely place – I'll use the little whip. I'll expect you to keep as still as you can possibly can and not call me bad names while I give you your ten strokes."