POWER AND CONTROL - LUCY SCOTT

BY 0LFACTORYMAN

Part 1

Warning: This story is the first of a series which I hope will
appeal to the connoisseur of man/dom humiliation and degradation
of girls. They will all involve non-consensual situations. It is
pure fantasy. If you don't like reading this sort of material or
if you're under 18 - go away.

Eric Saunders was a 68 years old headmaster.

He was the founder member of a very secret and select group of
gentlemen who enjoyed embarrassing, humiliating and degrading
girls.

The group was comprised of friends and acquaintances who shared
similar interests and who, individually, each contributed
something.

Eric, as headmaster of St. Saviours School for girls, was just
the sort of individual the group was always wanting to attract.

Over many years, his school had built up an excellent reputation
for academic achievement and there was always a waiting list for
the limited places on offer.

Mr. Saunders was supported by Daphne Rawlins his Deputy, a team
of five other mature lady teachers and a secretary. All the staff
had been at the school for years. Quite simply, the salary was so
good that no one in their right mind would ever want to leave.
Mr. Saunders could sometimes be a little strange but he was
always the perfect gentleman as far as the staff were concerned.
Mrs. Rawlins would reassure the ladies if necessary and explain
that it is quite usual for a well educated man like Mr. Saunders
to exhibit one or two idiosyncrasies!!!

The private school catered for circa 90 girls who were split into
three classes. Class 1 (11 and 12 year olds), Class 2 (13 and 14
year olds) and Class 3 (15 and 16 year olds).

Mr. Saunders, accompanied and assisted by Mrs. Rawlins,
personally interviewed all prospective pupils. Parents welcomed
the fact that the school was staffed totally by ladies and they
knew that if their daughter was accepted, she would be certain of
academic success.

The school uniform consisted of a grey pleated skirt, white
blouse and grey cardigan or blazer. Class 1 girls wore white knee
high nylon socks, Classes 2 and 3 wore barely black nylon tights.
All girls were required to wear a plain white brassiere and
sensible plain white knickers, both obtainable from Marks and
Spencer's retail outlet. Shoes had to be black with a small 1
inch heel and to complete the outfit, there were colour
co-ordinated garments for outside wear.

As headmaster, Eric Saunders was essentially the school
administrator and disciplinarian. He rarely took lessons himself.
He was an austere man who commanded authority and it was never
very long before the girls realised it was in their best interest
to avoid him as much as possible.

He loved to intimidate them and make them feel uncomfortable in
his presence.

Lucy Scott had only been at the school for two days when Mrs.
Rawlins asked to see her.

"How are you settling in Lucy," she enquired?"

"Very well thank you Mrs. Rawlins."

"That's good. Mr. Saunders has asked to see you. There's nothing
to worry about, he likes to see all the girls before their first
recreation class. I believe you've got physical education on
Friday, haven't you?"

"Yes Mrs. Rawlins."

"I'll take you along to the Headmaster then."

She knocked on the door and was invited in. "You asked to see
Lucy Scott, Headmaster."

"Thank you Mrs. Rawlins."

"I'll be in my office when you want me," said Daphne and then she
left. Lucy stood nervously in front of the Headmaster's desk. She
had no reason to be nervous, it was just his presence, his
apparent contemptuous air of authority, the fact that he was the
Headmaster.

"So, Lucy Scott, you're 15 aren't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Gooood." Mr. Saunders liked to draw out some of his words.

"I expect Mrs. Rawlins has told you I like to meet new girls, to
make sure they're settling in all right." He paused.

"Yes Sir", Lucy replied timidly.

"Well, stand up straight Lucy, hands by your sides, smarten up.
We maintain the highest of standards here at St. Saviours." He
loved exercising his authority.

"Let me look at you."..... "Turn round slowly." He indicated with
his finger.

"And again Lucy." There was another pause. "Were your tights
clean on this morning?" Mr. Saunders was in his element.

The question hit Lucy like a bolt out of the blue, "Yes Sir" she
nervously replied.

"Lift your skirt up. I want to look at them." Lucy couldn't
believe her ears. Such personal questions, such outrages demands,
her face coloured from embarrassment. Had she heard him
correctly? Had he actually told her to lift her skirt up? Surely,
he couldn't have.

"I beg your pardon Sir."

"Lift your skirt up," he repeated. "Right up. To your waist."
Lucy dare not disobey him and so she did what she was told.

"Gooood." He enjoyed seeing the first flush of embarrassment on a
girls face. The prelude to the first look at 'forbidden
territory' was always particularly arousing. He studied her
tights carefully.

"Look at me girl." He paused. "What about your knickers, were
they clean on this morning?"

Lucy was in a trance of disbelief. She had never been so
humiliated, "Y...yes Sir" she stammered.

"I hope you're telling me the truth Lucy."..... "Turn round and
face the door. Keep your skirt right up" Mr. Saunders loved
looking at girls nylon tights. He liked to see the different
texture at the top of the tights, to see if the gusset was
reinforced, to see that they were pulled up properly and of
course to make sure there were no ladders in them.

He made her stand facing the door with her skirt up to her waist,
for what seemed like an eternity to Lucy.

He took the opportunity to masturbate himself through his
trousers.

"Gooood. Face me again and let your skirt down. Hands by your
sides again, shoulders back, that's right. Keep looking at me
Lucy."..... "Was your brassiere clean on this morning?"

"Y...yes Sir," she replied abashedly.

"Gooood. What are you Lucy - about a 32 'A' cup?"

She couldn't believe what was happening, but swallowed hard and
managed to answer in the affirmative.

"Yeeees, I thought so. Slip your blouse off Lucy. I want to see
your brassiere."

She was becoming more and more frightened of this man who, as
headmaster, had total authority over her. She reacted slowly and
did what she was told.

"That's right, put it on the desk Lucy and then stand back with
your hands by your sides again."

"Now, let me get my little book out and make a note of what we've
established so far.

Lucy Scott isn't it? 15 years old. White knickers and no ladders
in tights confirmed. White brassiere confirmed - 32 'A' cup.
Gooood."

"Did Mrs. Rawlins tell you I'd be issuing your leotard today
Lucy?"

"Yes Sir, I believe so," she nervously replied.

Like most of her contemporaries, Lucy was a shy and naive girl,
coming from a sheltered and privileged background and that suited
Mr. Saunders perfectly.

"I like to issue all the girls with their leotards, and then I
can keep an eye on them right from the start," he continued.

Lucy wondered what he meant.

"Take your skirt off Lucy and put it on the desk with your
blouse.

Lucy was in a complete state of shock. How could this total
stranger humiliate her in this way. To be made to stand before
him wearing just her brassier, tights, knickers and shoes was
unimaginable. No one ever saw her in her underwear, not any more,
not at 15, not even her parents.

She did everything possible to avoid looking at him, as she undid
and stepped out of her skirt and placed it on the desk.

"Fold it up nicely Lucy, we don't want to get it creased do we."
He waited ...... "That's right, now move back and stand up
straight, shoulders back, hands by your sides. You know the
routine by now Lucy. Look at me girl." There was no doubt about
it, Eric Saunders knew exactly how to degrade and humiliate
girls.

She was made to watch him as his eyes moved slowly from her face
to her feet. There was a pause and then to her horror he produced
his mobile phone and proceeded to take a photograph of her.

"Face the door Lucy."

He took another photograph, a full rear view and then said, "Bend
forward and touch your toes. Keep your legs straight. That's it;
stay like that."

He took another photograph and the opportunity to masturbate
himself again.

"Get up Lucy. Face me and adopt the usual stance. I think we'll
get you into a size 8, but we might have to depilate you as the
crutch of the leotard will be very narrow. We'll have to see.
What sanitary protection do you use; pads or tampons?"

This was not happening; it couldn't be. She dropped her head in
sheer disbelief. What did depilate mean. She'd never heard the
word before.

"I asked you a question Lucy."

"Dr. Whites towels Sir," she managed to choke out.

"That's all right Lucy, I know all about little girls. We'll soon
have you using tampons. I don't like to see unsightly sanitary
towels sticking out of girls leotards. When is your next period
due?"

The answer faltered out of her mouth and Mr. Saunders made a note
in his little book.

"What size shoes do you take Lucy?"

"Between 3 and 4 Sir."

"Take them off and pass them to me. That's right, back you go."

Eric got immense pleasure from smelling personal items of the
girls clothing and also their bodies. He particularly liked to
embarrass them by suggesting they had a personal hygiene problem
even when they didn't.

"Do you have smelly feet Lucy Scott?" He picked up one of the
shoes and sniffed deeply inside it.

She was incredulous, "No, Sir."

"Come round here." He pushed his chair away from the desk, ready
to receive her. "Sit on the edge of the desk." Mr. Saunders
reached down and raised one of her legs so that he could smell
her foot through her tights. He took several deep sniffs and then
separated her toes through the nylon. "I hope you wash between
your toes Lucy." The girl was close to tears.

"Do you?"

"Y...yes Sir," she stammered.

He was enjoying this. He sniffed some more. Then he reached down
again and raised her other leg which caused Lucy to fall back in
a really undignified position.

Holding an ankle in each hand, Mr. Saunders sniffed the toes of
one foot and then the other.

"I don't tolerate smelly girls Lucy Scott. Look at me girl.....
I'm going to have to check you more thoroughly." He took several
more deep sniffs of her toes and then he let her go.

"Stand up and put your hands on your head." He pulled his chair
right up to her and started sniffing the cups and underarm straps
of her brassiere. He sniffed her arms pits and then pushed his
chair back to sniff the gusset area of her tights. "Do you wipe
yourself properly after you've had a wee wee?" He continued
sniffing the gusset of her tights.

Lucy was mortified. "Y...es Sir" she managed to grizzle.

"Sit on the desk and lay back."

He got up and taking hold of her legs, one hand under each knee,
he picked them up and pushed them back and apart. Then to Lucy's
utter astonishment, he buried his head right into the crutch of
her tights, and started sniffing again.

"All right Lucy, stand up and go back to the front of the desk."
She adopted the required position.

"Look at me girl..... Take your brassiere off and put it on the
desk."

"Oh please Sir." she whimpered, "Don't make me do that."

"Do you want me to smack your legs Lucy?"

"No Sir."

"Well this is your first and last warning. If you question my
authority again you will be punished. Take your brassiere off,"
he repeated. "I'm quite used to seeing little girls breasts."

Tears running down her face, Lucy did what she was told.

"What a lot of fuss about nothing," he ridiculed as he leant
forward to pick up her warm and discarded brassiere. "Let me see
you do some stride jumps Lucy.

Look at me girl."..... Mr. Saunders' eyes travelled from her face
to her breasts and back again. He sniffed deeply into the cups of
her brassiere and Lucy's face flushed with embarrassment and
exertion; conscious of what he was doing, and the spectacle she
was presenting, as her breasts bounced freely up and down.
"Stop," he commanded. "I want you to lower your tights to your
knees and your knickers to mid thigh..... Do it now Lucy," he
said raising his voice.

Don't you dare disobey me girl..... That's right..... Now, let's
try some running on the spot."

Mr. Saunders delighted in her degradation as she awkwardly tried
to run on the spot with her tights and knickers restricting her
movement and her breasts continuing to bounce about.

Lucy was breathing heavily when he told her to stop.

He took another photograph.

"Face the other way Lucy," and another.

"Bend forward to right angles. Keep your legs straight like you
did before. That's right, now reach back with both hands and pull
your bottom cheeks apart."

She was really crying now as Mr. Saunders prepared to take
another photograph. "Come on Lucy, you can do better than that.
Pull those cheeks really wide apart. I want to see if we need to
depilate your bottom. That's it, stay like that"

Eric Saunders had the girl just how he wanted. He could see the
15 year olds breasts hanging down, her bottom was fully exposed
and her tights and knickers were round her knees. He took the
photograph and masturbated to climax into one of Lucy's brassiere
cups.

He wiped himself dry with the other brassiere cup and then told
the girl to stand up and face him.

"Come round here."

Self consciously she hobbled towards Mr. Saunders with her tights
and knickers still round her knees. He leant forward in his chair
and pulled the gusset of her knickers inside out. "Now lets see
if you've been telling me the truth or if I can find any wee wee
stains shall we Lucy Scott?

Lucy once again struggled to hold back the tears. "Let's have you
sitting on the desk again. Lay right back, like before." Her
pubes, sparsely covered in hair, were pushed up as her legs hung
over the edge. She would not need depilating front or back he
decided.

Mr. Saunders pulled his chair right up to her and, bending
forward, began sniffing the inside of the gusset of her knickers.

There were no stains.

It smelt like the gusset of a 'good girls' knickers should do,
but he wasn't going to tell her that. "I'm going to have to keep
a close watch on your personal hygiene Lucy Scott."

He said the same thing to all the girls. Just to keep them on
their toes. It prepared the ground for the 'development' checks
he would later subject them to.

He pushed his chair away and said, "Turn yourself over. I want
you face down over the edge of the desk." He stood up and
delivered a hard smack to Lucy's right buttock.

She jumped up in shock as well as pain. "That's to remind you
about school standards," he said, "now take your tights and
knickers right off and let's get this leotard sorted out."

He waited and watched her take the last two items of clothing
off.

"Give them to me. They're confiscated." He placed the tights and
knickers into a plastic bag which he sealed and labelled and put
into a drawer of his desk.

Lucy was naked. He would enjoy her little body another time he
thought. Probably when he introduced her to wearing tampons
instead of sanitary towels.

Mr. Saunders went to a cupboard drawer and returned with a size 8
leotard.

"Look at me girl..... Hands by your sides." Lucy lightly bit her
lip as she felt herself blushing from head to toe. She had to
watch him devour her nakedness as his eyes once again travelled
slowly from her head to her feet.

He took some more photographs and then he passed her the leotard,
"Put it on."

He knew it would be a tight fit because he always made the girls
wear a size too small. Being white, they concealed virtually
nothing; especially when wet with perspiration.

"Gooood. I'll call Mrs. Rawlins."

Mr. Saunders picked up the telephone and dialled an internal
number. "Will you come in please."

There was a knock at the door. Mrs. Rawlins re-entered the room.
She went straight over to Lucy and complemented Mr. Saunders on
the fit. She didn't appear to notice the obvious distress on the
girls face. "Have you thanked the Headmaster, Lucy?"

"N...no, Mrs. Rawlins," she stammered.

"Please do so."

"T...thank you Mr. Saunders," the words faltered out.

"I think we understand each other, don't we Lucy? You can get
dressed again now." He produced some replacement tights and
knickers from another drawer and turned to Mrs. Rawlins. "I'll
send her along in a minute."

Mrs. Rawlins left the room.

Lucy had peeled off the leotard and was hurriedly trying to get
the knickers on. He watched as she picked up her brassiere. She
didn't appear to notice the fragrance of drying seamen or the
dampness of the garment; she was more concerned with covering
herself up as quickly as possible.

Mr. Saunders was always fascinated by the different ways the
girls put on and did up their brassiere. He liked to see them
struggle into their tights too. "Make sure you pull them up
properly Lucy and that you don't ladder them." Her blouse, skirt
and shoes followed.

"Before you go Lucy, I want to remind you that you're here to
work and to pass your examinations. The next eighteen months of
your life are vital to your future success. Don't let your
parents down, they've spent a lot of money sending you here,
don't let St. Saviours down and most important of all, don't let
yourself down.

I will be keeping a close watch on you and if you don't come up
to scratch in any way, you will be punished. Do you understand?

"Yes, Sir."

"Recreation time is a privilege, not a right and you'll only be
allowed to go to physical education lessons if your academic work
is up to standard. Take your leotard with you and report to Mrs.
Rawlins. She will take you to your next lesson when she thinks
you're ready."