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 �>�BOARDING SCHOOL

   CHAPTER 1: Boarding School, First Day

   My name is Deborah.  I -(TM)m now 18.  This all happened when I was 14.
I can -(TM)t really tell you too much about myself or my family, because my
Dad -(TM)s kind of an important person.  In fact, he -(TM)s a diplomat, and
if you ever even guessed at who I am, it could cause all sorts of trouble
for him and my whole family.

   Anyway, ever since I was little, we -(TM)ve been living all over the
world.  I guess you could say I -(TM)ve had a real international education,
meeting and studying with kids from all over the world.  When it was time
for high school, my mom thought I should be settled in one place for four
years, which meant boarding school.  I didn -(TM)t agree, but when you
-(TM)re fourteen, no matter how much you carry on, in the end, you don
-(TM)t really have a lot of say in these sorts of things.

   My best friend Louise, not her real name, was being sent to some place
back in the states, which I figured would be all right, since at least I
-(TM)d be with someone I knew.  But mom, again, didn -(TM)t want me going
back to the good old US of A.  She didn -(TM)t think the academics were
rigorous enough and more importantly the discipline strict enough, so she
found this other school, which was I can -(TM)t tell you where.  And then
to make things even worse, she talked Louise -(TM)s parents into sending
her there as well, which really pissed Louise off, because she thought I
must have had something to do with it, even though I didn -(TM)t.  And
nothing I could say could convince her otherwise, and she didn -(TM)t speak
to me nearly the whole summer beforehand.

   Come the fall I found myself in the School Office with Louise and both
of our parents.  We were already a couple of weeks late, because of the
demands of Daddy -(TM)s job.  The Lady Director looked like something out
of a Dickens movie.  I didn -(TM)t know they actually made clothes like
that, or anyone could wear their hair that tight, at least not without
causing a massive headache, which might account for the severity of her
mood.  But I was hardly looking at her, nor was anyone else.  Our eyes were
focused primarily on the figure of the naked young girl standing in a
corner with her back to us.  She was shaking like a leaf.

    -�You have had a chance to study our student handbook, -� the Head
Mistress said,  -�and I want to assure you that we follow it to the letter.
Any infractions are dealt with severely.  We don -(TM)t believe in molly
coddling the young women here, and we have discovered over the years that
public humiliation is the best form of discipline, though I should add, we
are not opposed to the paddle if that should prove necessary, though it
rarely does.  One or two instances of humiliation in front of the school
usually curbs any tendencies for uncivil or unlady like behavior.  The
faculty handles any problems in the classroom.  Senior girls handle
discipline in the dormitories, and they are to be obeyed without
hesitation, otherwise you will end up in here, and believe me, you don
-(TM)t want to end up in here.   -�Do they, Sharon? -� she asked, raising
her voice and addressing the girl in the corner.

    -�No, Ma -(TM)am? -� came the hushed reply.

    -�Louder, Sharon. -�

    -�No, Ma -(TM)am, -� came the quaking but louder response.

    -�May I ask exactly what this young lady is being punished for? -�
asked my father.

    -�Turn around and tell them, Sharon, -� ordered the Head Mistress.  
-�Come on. -�

   The girl, working very hard to keep her hands at her sides, turned
around slowly to face us.  She was about twelve, a petite little brunette,
with smallish breasts and dark nipples, and almost no pubic hair, her lower
lips being completely visible.  Her legs were shaking and she seemed to be
blushing all the way down to her toes. -� I know I certainly was just
looking at her.

    -�I was caught smoking. -�

    -�And what is your punishment to be? -�

    -�Three days forfeiture of the right to wear clothing, and.... -�

    -�And? -�

    -�And five strokes with - -� Sharon turned her head towards the wall
where a very large paddle was displayed.

    -�All right Sharon, you can face the corner again.  I -(TM)ll deal with
you in a few minutes. -�

    -�This was her third offense, -� said the Head Mistress, turning back
to us, which is why she is in here.  I had planned on administering the
full extent of her punishment before you arrived, but I was held up in a
meeting.  Rather than delay the start of either of these proceedings, I
thought an added dose of humiliation would be good for Sharon, and it would
also impress on these young ladies that, when it comes to discipline, we
mean business. -�

    -�I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll have no problems with either of these
girls, -� said my father.

    -�For their sake, I hope not, -� replied the Head Mistress.

    -� You definitely won -(TM)t with me, -� chimed in Louise, and then she
gave me a very strange look.

    -�You have signed the permission slips for us to apply whatever
discipline we see fit, -� continued the Head Mistress.   -�Should you
object at any time, your daughters will be asked to leave at once. -�

    -�You can rest assured we will not be interfering in any way, -� said
my mother in a way that closed the door for future appeals.

   With the meeting over, we said good-bye to our parents and were shown to
our rooms.  The Senior Girl in my section of the Dorm, Beth, was there to
greet us.  She was a pretty brunette, a good 4 or 5 inches taller than
myself and very athletic looking.  Her two cohorts, Mindy and Mary, were
equally impressive.  Real beauties, a blonde and another brunette.  Tall
and statuesque.  They were all definitely real alpha females.  At five four
and a 107 pounds, I felt short and dumpy in comparison, and certainly under
developed physically.

    -�I brought you a present, -� said Louise, handing a wrapped package to
the Senior Girl.   -�I hope you like chocolate.  It -(TM)s Belgium
chocolate, the best. -�

   Louise scored big points as the three of them dived into the box.  Then
Beth looked at me expectantly, but I had nothing to offer, and I realized
was already one down.  And Louise gave me that look again, which this time
had a really evil glint.

    -�I was going to put you in here, -� said Beth to Louise, opening the
door to a cramped two-person room with a single small window.   -�But maybe
I -(TM)ll give you this one instead. -� The other room was a spacious quad
with plenty of light.

    -�I -(TM)ll take it, -� said Louise, and before I could protest, she
grabbed her suitcase and headed in.

    -�Hey, Dorkus, -� yelled Beth,  -�come and meet your new roommate. -�

   Dorkus, not her real name, which was Sarah, was barely five feet tall,
more underdeveloped than I was, and to be charitable, very plain with that
stringy brown hair that you can -(TM)t do anything with.

   Dorkus hardly said a word the whole time I was unpacking.  She just sat
on her bed and stared at the floor.  To be fair, I wasn -(TM)t exactly Miss
Chatterbox.  The room was terrible, as aside from being dark, it smelled,
and I was obviously stuck with the dorm dweeb.

   I walked over to Louise -(TM)s room to try and talk to her, but when I
pushed open the door, she was already paying court to the three Amazons.  
-�Ever heard of knocking, -� Beth snapped.  I apologized and slipped out.
Two down, I thought to myself.  I was going to have to be on extra good
behavior.  I planned on rereading the handbook and committing it to memory.

   I no more than walked back into my room than the dynamic duo, Mary and
Mindy, went charging through the hall banging on a garbage can lid.  
-�Punishment time, -� they screamed.  Suddenly Dorkus, I mean Sarah, burst
into tears.

    -�What -(TM)s wrong? -� I asked.

    -�That -(TM)s for me, -� she said.  And she stood up and headed for the
door, looking very much like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.

    -�Come on, -� she said.   -�Attendance is mandatory. -�



   CHAPTER 2: BOARDING SCHOOL, PUNISHMENT

   Pretty soon the two dozen girls in our section were all assembled in the
common room.  Beth was seated on a high back chair, surrounded by her two
henchmen, looking very much the Queen Bee.  A short sturdy table was in
front of her.  I took a seat on the floor with the other girls.

    -�Hear ye, Hear Ye, Court is now in session, -� proclaimed Mindy.  
-�Let the accused Dorkus step forward and be judged. -�

    -�My name is Sarah, -� said Dorkus moving to the center of the room.

    -�One count of insubordination, -� cried Mary,  -�Add it to the
charges. -�

    -�Read the bill of charges, -� ordered Beth.

    -�The charges against Dorkus, a.k.a.  Sarah, are one count of looking
like a troll at Sunday dinner, two counts of failing to shower, and one
count of gross insubordination to a superior member of the species. -�

    -�How do you plead, -� demanded Beth.

    -�Guilty, -� answered Dorkus.   -�But I cant -(TM) help how I look, and
you know what happens to me in the shower, and I really hate the name
Dorkus. -�

    -�Aw, -� mocked Mindy and Mary and the rest of the girls immediately
followed suit.  I joined in, though I felt guilty.

    -�In accordance with the school policy of public humiliation for all
high crimes and misdemeanors, as outlined in the student handbook, I hereby
sentence you to one public stripping, five strokes with the ruler, plus
dinner duty, -� proclaimed Beth like a high priestess.

    -�Not dinner duty, -� pleaded Dorkus.

    -�Kick off your shoes and up on the table, -� ordered Beth, and the
helpless girl did so.

    -�Oh, look, -� I think she -(TM)s been crying, -� said Mindy, running a
finger down Dorkus -(TM)s tear stained cheek.

    -�Then she -(TM)s all warmed up and ready to go, -� said Mary.

    -�Okay, Dorkus, you know the routine, -� proclaimed Beth.   -�Strip. -�

   The girls all started humming a bump and grind tune, and again I joined
in.  Poor little Dorkus.  Artlessly she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped
it off, revealing her simple cotton bra that wasn -(TM)t holding much of
anything.  I was huge in comparison.

    -�Put a little life into it, -� demanded Mary.

   Poor Dorkus tried moving to the dull repetitive tune as she removed her
skirt, but it was clear, she was hopeless.  By now she was blushing from
head to foot.  Clad in her short white socks and white granny knickers, she
was one of the most pathetic sights I had ever seen.

    -�Give her some inspiration, -� shouted Beth.  And Mindy took a ruler
and started trying to hit her feet, which made Mindy jump around, as she
undid her bra and let it fall to the floor.  Her tiny tits barely jiggled,
but her nipples were taut and erect.

    -�Hey, she -(TM)s excited again, -� cried Mary.   -�Are your knickers
getting wet, Dorkus? -�

   The tears were now streaming down Dorkus -(TM)s face, and I was starting
to feel really guilty, both because of what was happening to her, and
because I felt myself starting to get wet.

    -�Take  -~em off slowly, -� cried Beth, referring to the knickers.  And
Dorkus, still hopping to avoid the ruler, tried to peel off her knickers.
But no matter how slowly she did it, it was always too fast for Beth. 
Meanwhile all the girls had started chanting:  -�Off.  Off.  Take  -~em
off. -�

    -�Oh, for the love of Pete, -� cried the exacerbated Beth, and coming
to her feet, she reached out and pulled down Dorkus -(TM)s knickers.  
-�Drenched, -� she proclaimed looking down at the knickers around Dorkus
-(TM)s ankles.   -�Pathetic. -�

   Dorkus stood there with her hands over her privates.  Aside from having
no breasts to speak of, Dorkus had a cute little body, cuddly.  A nice firm
rear end and well shaped and proportioned thighs and legs.

    -�Attention, -� snapped Beth, and Dorkus stood erect with her hands at
her side, her shame, or so I thought was complete.

    -�What -(TM)s this, Dorkus? -� asked Beth pointing to a single black
silky pubic hair on her otherwise naked pussy.   -�Didn -(TM)t I tell you
nothing down there until you -(TM)ve got something up there, -� she said
pointing to Dorkus -(TM)s chest.   -�Tweezers, -� cried Beth, and she
pulled the offending hair out.

    -�Bend and spread, -� ordered Beth, and Dorkus spread her legs apart,
bent over and grabbed her ankles, revealing all of her secret charms to the
assembled crowd.   -�Administer the punishment for gross insubordination to
a superior member of the species, -� proclaimed Beth.  And Mindy
immediately administered five blistering smacks of the ruler to poor Dorkus
-(TM)s bum, which immediately revealed five red ruler wide lines across her
pale pale bottom skin.

   By now my knickers were soaked through.  First of all seeing Dorkus
spread like that and then the excitement of the spanking.  My head was
dizzy.  I -(TM)d never witnessed anything like that before.  I didn -(TM)t
even want to think about what my reaction could possibly mean.

    -�Let that be a lesson to you, and try to mend your willful ways,
Dorkus, -� said Beth sternly.   -�You will now remain like that until the
dinner bell, after which you will lead the girls to the dining hall dressed
 -" I mean undressed - as you are.  Dismissed. -�

   As the girls rose to leave, I saw Louise.  She pointed at Dorkus and
then at me and mouthed the word,  -�You. -� I suddenly felt like it was
going to be a very long year.



   CHAPTER 3: Boarding School, The Story of Dorkus

   That night the poor naked Dorkus led us out of the dorm, across the
quad, and into the dining hall.  Some young boys, townies, were assembled
on the quad and began to hoot and whistle.  Poor Dorkus almost fell over
with shame.  I later came to learn that the boys assembled there every
Saturday night, because it was punishment night.  And as I looked around, I
realized that Dorkus wasn -(TM)t the only naked girl.  Almost every section
of every dorm had some poor soul leading them towards the dining hall. 
Many of them had tears streaming down their faces.

    -�Don -(TM)t worry, -� said a girl beside,  -�Dorkus has done this so
often, she should be used to by now. -� The whipping boy or girl, I thought
to myself.  And then I realized she was my roommate.  For want of a box of
Belgium chocolate.

   At dinner the naked girls had to wait on their dorm section tables. 
They weren -(TM)t allowed to eat until afterwards but had to stand at the
head of the table beside the Queen Bees, hands at their sides.

    -�I hate Saturday dinners, -� complained Beth.   -�Even if we -(TM)re
having beef, it still tastes like fish. -� Everyone laughed, even though,
as I was to learn, she made the same joke every Saturday night.

   Back in my room, I busied myself pouring over the handbook.  There were
so many rules; I realized that it was almost impossible not to break one at
some point, out of pure ignorance if nothing else.

   Dorkus came back in about an hour later.  She got into her nightgown and
crawled into bed, where she proceeded to sob into her pillow.  I had no
idea what to say to her or even how to begin, but somehow we did start
talking.

   Dorkus, I learned, was one of the few scholarship students, a local
girl, whose mother was divorced and waited tables for a living.  The Queen
Bee liked to go into her mother -(TM)s restaurant, sit in her section, and
then talk about Dorkus, telling her what a wonderful and bright student she
was, and how popular.  Then after a big meal, where they demanded all sorts
of special treatment and often sent thing back, they -(TM)d leave without
leaving her a tip.  Once or twice they even skipped out on a bill, which
Dorkus -(TM)s mother ended up paying, because she didn -(TM)t want to cause
trouble for Dorkus.  I really should say Sarah, but the name really fits.

   As a  -�townie, -� and a poor one at that, Dorkus didn -(TM)t have a
chance of competing with the other girls in terms of spending money for
movies, or sweets, or even good underwear.  I think she must have been
wearing knickers she -(TM)d gotten in fourth grade.  One pair still had the
name of one of the days of the week on it.  Sally was the easy target for
the Queen Bee and her minions, who it seemed were determined to drive her
out of the school, or at least out of this section of the dorm.  She was an
affront to them just by existing.  And what really pissed them off was she
was probably the brightest girl in the school, the favorite of every
teacher, the one who was always being singled out for praise.  What could
be worse?

    -�What happens to you in the showers? -� I finally got up the nerve to
ask.

    -�Everything, -� she answered.   -�Use your imagination.  Imagine
yourself and a bunch of other naked girls who hate you. -� I was still
pretty naive, so I couldn -(TM)t imagine much.

    -�Like what? -� I persisted.

    -�Like having to masturbate with a piece of soap, -� she answered.  
-�They all crowd around you with wet towels and order you to do it.  And if
you don -(TM)t, they start snapping you with the towels.  And it really
stings, because they -(TM)re wet and you -(TM)re wet.  And if you try to
yell for help, they stick a bar of soap in your mouth.  So finally you have
to take this piece of soap they shaved to look like a you-know-what, and
you know, do it to yourself.  And you have to keep doing it until the soaps
all gone. -�

   I couldn -(TM)t believe what I was hearing, and I couldn -(TM)t believe
what was happening to my body.  Was I excited about the prospect of
witnessing another Dorkus humiliation, or was I excited about the prospect
of something like that happening to me?  I was getting so excited that I
had to get up and walk out of the room.  I thought I -(TM)d go over and see
Louise and try one more time to work it out with her.



   CHAPTER 4: BOARDING SCHOOL, LOUISE

   I remembered to knock on the door.   -�Who is it? -� answered one of her
roommates?

    -�Deborah, -� I replied.   -�Is Louise in? -� I asked

    -�She -(TM)s in Beth -(TM)s room, -� came the reply.

    -�Thank you, -� I said.  I turned and walked down the hall, not really
sure of what I was doing.  As I walked by Beth -(TM)s room the door was
slightly ajar, and I could see Louise kneeling on the floor in front of
Beth.  She was only wearing a T-shirt, and her bare bottom was sticking
out. I quickly walked on by, not sure of what I was witnessing.

    -�Looking for me? -� came the cry.  I stopped and turned to see Louise
standing in the hall.

    -�Yeah, -� I said.   -�I just wanted to talk. -�

    -�So talk. -�

    -�I meant in private. -�

    -�Sure, just a minute -� said Beth, and she disappeared back into the
room, coming out a few minutes later, pulling her shirt down over a pair of
knickers she had slipped on.  We moved out into the stairwell, the fire
door closing behind us.

    -�Look, I know you think this is my doing, us being here, but honest it
-(TM)s not.  It was all my mother -(TM)s idea.  I tried to talk her out of
it.  I really did.  Please believe me. -�

    -�Hey, it -(TM)s all right, -� said Beth, reaching out and touching my
face.   -�I think I -(TM)m going to like this place.  I think it could
prove to be real interesting, real entertaining.  At least for me.  You, I
-(TM)m not so sure about. -�

    -�What do you mean? -� I asked fearfully.

    -�Oh, you -(TM)ll see. -� And she patted me on the cheek.   -�Oh, by
the way, -� she said, standing up,  -�Did you notice how you can -(TM)t not
break a rule in this place?  I mean just our talking in the stairwell like
this is against the rules.  Don -(TM)t worry though, I won -(TM)t say
anything.  Don -(TM)t want to get myself in trouble, now do I? -� And she
turned and walked away.

   I sat there for a moment worrying about what she meant.  Then suddenly
the door burst open and the Queen Bee and her two minions plus Louise were
standing there looking down at where I was sitting on the stairwell.

    -�Hey, you! -� said Beth.   -�Didn -(TM)t you know that being in the
stairwell was the same as being out of the dorm after hours? -�

    -�No, -� I replied, coming to my feet.   -�I mean I just found out and
was about to come in.  I -(TM)m sorry.  It won -(TM)t happen again. -�

    -�It -(TM)d better not.  I -(TM)ll let it go this time, but first time
you -(TM)re up on charges, I -(TM)m going to remember this.  Now go back
and help Dorkus lick her wounds. -�

   I got up and squeezed by the four girls, trying my best not to push
them, fearing what that could mean.  They made no attempt to get out of my
way.

   Dorkus was asleep by the time I got back to the room.  I undressed and
slipped into my nightgown.  I mumbled my prayers and climbed into bed.



   CHAPTER 5: BOARDING SCHOOL, MIDNIGHT MADNESS

   I was awakened by the pounding on trashcan lids, yelling, and the lights
in our room being flipped on and off.  Suddenly two girls grabbed me, and I
was pulled out into the hall and down to the common room.

    -�Initiation.  Initiation. -� The girls were chanting.  Three of us,
all newcomers, were stood up in front of the room.  There was Kate, who was
an average looking, pudgy girl, and Nicole, an attractive blonde, who
looked like she belonged on a surfboard in California.  But where was
Louise?

    -�All right, everyone, -� said Beth, beating on a trash can lid with a
large paddle.   -�Time to initiate the new members of our dorm section into
our sacred sisterhood.  Turning to Kate, she said,  -�Turn around. -� Kate
immediately obeyed.   -�Bottoms up. -� Kate looked at Beth without
understanding.   -�Grab your ankles. -� Kate reached over and grabbed her
ankles.  Mary immediately hoisted her nightgown above her waist, her ample
rear end was exposed.  Kate started to rise up, but then thought better of
it.   -�Easy target, -� laughed Beth and hauled off and gave Kate a good
solid hit.  The smack resonated down the hall, and Kate almost fell over.
The exhale of her breath was audible, and then the cry of pain that
followed.  The other girls laughed and cheered.

    -�A little pain, a few tears, and lots of laughter will sustain us
through the years, -� exclaimed Beth.   -�Welcome to the sisterhood. -�
Kate straightened up and rubbing her butt with one hand, she shook Beth
-(TM)s hand with the other.

    -�All right Blondie, your turn.  Assume the position, -� said Beth
turning to Nicole.  Nicole turned around and bent over, pulling her own
nightgown up as she did so, exposing her gorgeous trim ass.

   I was shaking as the ritual was proceeding.  And I jumped as the paddle
crashed down on Nicole -(TM)s poor bottom, which immediately blossomed into
a violent red.  My turn was next.  But where was Louise.

   On command I turned and bent over.  Mary hoisted my nightgown.

    -�Knickers, -� exclaimed Beth as my underpants were exposed.   -�You
were sleeping in your knickers.  How unhygienic.  How against the rules. -�

   Against the rules?  I must have missed that part.

    -�Two strokes, -� growled Beth, one for punishment and one for
initiation.  Miss Louise, would you like to do the honors.  Looking back
through my legs I could see Louise enter the room.   -�Miss Louise was
inducted earlier in a private ceremony, -� proclaimed Beth.   -�A very
private ceremony, -� she cooed rubbing Louise -(TM)s shoulders.  I had no
idea what she meant at the time, but the other girls all seemed to know, as
they exchanged looks with one another.

   Beth handed Louise the paddle.  I almost started to protest, but
fortunately thought better of it, since I was afraid it would only add an
extra stroke.

   Louise placed her hand in the small of my back, bent over and whispered
in my ear.   -�Just remember, I should have been in California with my boy
friend. -� And then she grabbed the waistband of my knickers and literally
ripped them off.

   I felt totally exposed.  Even though my legs were together, I knew my
pussy was peeping out from between my thighs.

   I can -(TM)t even find the words to describe that first hit.  It just
exploded on my body.  The pain of the impact started at the center of my
butt and spread out from there.  And then like with an atomic explosion,
next came the heat burning me to the roots of my hair.  And what I couldn
-(TM)t understand at all was the heat in my vagina.  It was like an
eruption of juices that I was certain were running down my leg.  Had I wet
myself.  I had no idea what was happening.  But before I could even really
think about it, the second hit came, and it was even worse than the first.
I found myself sinking to my knees.

    -�Get up, -� ordered Beth.  Painfully I pulled myself up.  She then
half-heartedly repeated the ritual words and shook my hand limply. 
Everyone started to disperse back to their rooms.  There were some hugs and
congratulations of old roomies to their new ones.  Dorkus slunk off to our
room, trying her best not to be seen.

   When I got back I laid down on my stomach my naked rear end in the air.

    -�Here, -� said Dorkus, sitting down on the bed.   -�Let me rub some
lotion on it. -� The lotion was cooling, but the rubbing of Dorkus -(TM)s
hand was doing nothing to cool the other heat I was feeling, which was only
getting more and more intense.

    -�Sorry, I couldn -(TM)t warn you, -� she said.   -�It would have been
worse if I had.  And also, I figured you didn -(TM)t need me coming up to
you afterwards.  The less you -(TM)re seen with me the better off you
-(TM)ll be. -�

   She completed her ministrations, and kissed me gently on the back of my
head.   -�Night. -�

   I couldn -(TM)t possibly sleep, not with the pain, and not with the
tingle.  I slipped my hand down between my legs.  The minute it made
contact with my lips, I began to squirm.  I found myself rubbing myself
harder and harder, until finally I exploded into what was the first real
orgasm I could remember.  (I told you I was a late bloomer.)

   Lying there covered in sweat, I looked over towards Dorkus.  Fortunately
she seemed fast asleep.



   CHAPTER 6: BOARDING SCHOOL, FIRST THING MONDAY MORNING

   The sight of two dozen naked girls under the showers is what greeted me
first thing Monday morning.

   I had rarely ever been in a gang shower.  Let me correct that, I -(TM)d
never been in a gang shower.  I just stood there in my bathrobe kind of
frozen staring at the sight in front of me.  And even though I would have
just been another body, I was terrified of stripping off my robe and
jumping in.   -�

    -�You going in, or are you taking a picture? -� I turned around, and
there was Beth and her gang.  Louise was hanging behind them.

    -�I was just going in, -� I said, stripping off my robe and feeling
very self-conscious.

    -�Hey, Dorkus, -� yelled Beth, snapping her towel at her butt.  Dorkus
let out a yelp and jumped.   -�Look at your roomy, -� she said pointing at
my chest.   -�It -(TM)ll give you something to aspire to.  And, hey, it
-(TM)s not all that far to go.  Find a couple of mosquitoes and you could
be as big as her.  Maybe even bigger. -� Then she reached out and tweaked
one of my nipples, which sprang instantly to life in spite of my loud yelp.


    -�You happy to see me? -� asked Beth, staring at my chest.

   My cheeks flushed.  I covered my breasts and moved under a vacant
nozzle. Rinsing myself off, I waited for the Queen Bee and her court to
disrobe but they just stood there.  I started rubbing in some shampoo, when
suddenly there was a piercing blast of a whistle.  All of the other girls
shut off the water and headed for their towels.  I had no idea what was
happening.   -�Come on, -� said Dorkus, trying to take my hand.

    -�Wait a minute, I have to rinse my hair. -�

    -�Do it in the sink. -�

   I pulled my hand free and stuck me head back under the showerhead.

    -�Hey, you! -� screamed Mary.  The sting from her towel caused me to
jump.   -�Out. -�

    -�I have to rinse my hair. -�

    -�You should have thought of that earlier, -� she yelled reloading the
towel.   -�Now scram. -� I scurried out of the shower, shampoo pouring down
my face.  As I looked back, I could just see the four of them starting to
shed their robes.

    -�Don -(TM)t look, -� Dorkus admonished me, pulling me away.   -�If
they see you looking, there -(TM)ll be big trouble. -�

   I did my best to rinse my hair out in the sink in our room, but by the
time we were headed for breakfast, parts of it were stiff from the dried
soap.

    -�Well, Miss, -� said the Head Mistress as we walked in for breakfast.

    -�Yes, ma -(TM)am? -� I responded.

    -�Little trouble with personal grooming, -� she said holding up a stiff
lock of my hair.

    -�I -(TM)m afraid I didn -(TM)t rinse properly. -�

    -�Miss Beth, -� she snapped.

    -�Yes, Ma -(TM)am, -� answered Beth, hurrying over, all subservience
and fawning.

    -�I think you should watch this one until she settles in.  I suspect
she -(TM)s used to having her maid help her with her bathing.  Make her
Dorkus -(TM)s project.  She could use some responsibility. -�

    -�It -(TM)s already done, Ma -(TM)am, -� replied Beth.

    -�Well, Deborah, you -(TM)re off to a good start, -� Beth snarled.  
-�Getting me into trouble first thing on a Monday morning.  Not something
you want to do, believe me. -�

   I believed her.

    -�First the stairwell, then the knickers, and now this.  I -(TM)m
afraid you -(TM)re going to have trouble fitting in.  Well, don -(TM)t
worry, -� she said friendly as a snake,  -�We -(TM)ll help you get the hang
of things.  You and Dorkus.  We -(TM)ll make you real sisters yet. -�

   I ate very little of my breakfast.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 7, LOUISE -(TM)S TURN

   First class of the day was art class.  It was a required class for
graduation, and a lot of the upper form girls had waited to take it their
final year, so they -(TM)d have one easy course, and Mindy, one of Beth
-(TM)s henchwomen was in enrolled.  I was in it because I really liked art.
It was my favorite subject.

   I put on one of the painting smocks like the other girls and stood there
by an easel waiting for the teacher to enter.   -�Put your hands in your
smock pockets, -� Dorkus whispered in my ear,  -�and keep them there until
the teacher enters.  And keep an eye on Mindy. -� I didn -(TM)t have any
idea what it was about, but I figured if Mindy was involved it couldn
-(TM)t be good.  I crammed my hands deep into my pockets.

   Just then I saw Mindy surveying the room, keenly aware that everyone
-(TM)s hands were deep in their pocket smocks.  Everyone that is except for
Louise.  I thought maybe I should warn her, but before I could move, Mindy
was headed her way.  As she past me, she whispered,  -�I -(TM)m going to
get you. -� Then she looked at Dorkus,  -�and you too, snitch. -�

   When she got to where Louise was standing, she leaned forward and
whispered something in her ear.  At the same time, without Louise noticing
it, she slipped something into her smock pocket.

    -�Coast is clear, -� whispered Dorkus, removing her hands from her
smock.

   Mindy then walked back across the room, dropping a slip of paper on the
teacher -(TM)s desk.

   Just then the teacher walked in, and we all snapped to attention.  I
almost fainted.  He was drop dead gorgeous.  About 24 or 25, over six feet
tall, muscular, wearing tight fitting jeans and a dark blue colored T.

    -�Good morning, Mr.  Henderson, -� we replied in unison.

    -�Today is life drawing.  As you all know and fear, we take turns
serving as the life model, and today is young Miss Mindy -(TM)s turn. 
Please undress for us. -�

   Life drawing?  Naked models?  We all took turns?  Naked in front of Mr.
Henderson?  This wasn -(TM)t in the game plan.  Was it too late to change
classes I wondered?

    -�Ah, what do we have here? -� queried Mr.  Henderson, picking up the
note on his desk.   -�Hmm.  I see.  Okay, Miss Mindy, you can relax for a
moment. -� Mindy had only started slowly untying one of her shoes.   -�All
right girls, you know the drill.  Hands on your heads.  NOW! -� he shouted.
We all instantly obeyed.  Mr.  Henderson then proceeded to walk around the
room, thrusting his hands into everyone -(TM)s smock pockets.  When he got
to Louise, he pulled out a cigarette.

    -�And what -(TM)s this, young lady? -� he asked.   -�Hmmm? -�

    -�A cigarette, sir, -� answered Louise, her voice quivering.

    -�A cigarette.  Yes, I can see that.  And, even though you are a new
student, do you know the school -(TM)s policy on cigarettes? -�

    -�They -(TM)re not allowed, sir? -�

    -�So what was this cigarette doing in your smock? -�

    -�I don -(TM)t know how it got there. -�

    -�I see.  Do you think maybe it leaped out of a pack somewhere, went
out for a stroll, and then decided your smock pocket would be a good place
to stop for a rest?  Or maybe it was in a parallel universe, a parallel
universe where young girls are allowed to smoke, and somehow it fell
through a wormhole and materialized in your pocket.  Do you think that
-(TM)s what happened? -�

    -�No, sir. -�

    -�Then we must assume that someone put it there, mustn -(TM)t we? -�

    -�Yes, sir. -�

    -�And since that is your smock, and your smock pocket, I guess we can
assume, you are the one put it there.  Can -(TM)t we? -�

    -�But I didn -(TM)t sir.  Honest. -� Poor Louise was now on the verge
of tears.  For an instant I thought of telling Mr.  Henderson what I had
seen, but then I remember the paddle from the night before.

    -�Do you know what the punishment for smoking is, Miss? -� asked Mr. 
Henderson.

    -�No, sir, -� sobbed Louise.

    -�Well, you have your choice.  Twenty with the hand or five with the
paddle on your bare bum in front of the class.  Now, which one will it be?
-�

    -�But I didn -(TM)t put it there.  It must be someone else -(TM)s. -�
Tears were starting to flow down Louise -(TM)s face.

    -�That -(TM)s five more from the hand or one more from the paddle for
lying. -�

    -�But it isn -(TM)t, -� blubbered Louise.

    -�That five more or one more.  You -(TM)re up to 30 or 7.  Want to try
for 35 and 8?  And don -(TM)t think those tears are going to sway me.  I
know how you girls can turn on the water works at will -�

    -�No. -�

    -�Good.  Now up to the front of the room. -�

   Despondently, Louise made her way to the front of the room.

    -�Wait, -� called out Mr.  Henderson.   -�Since you -(TM)ll be dropping
your drawers anyhow, you might as well serve as our model for the day. 
Your luck day, Mindy. -�

    -�Aw, -� cried Mindy with mock disappointment.

    -�Interesting, -� said Mr.  Henderson.   -�Didn -(TM)t something like
this happen last time you were suppose to model?  Yes, I remember.  We
found that condom in Miss Dorkus -(TM)s smock.  And she -(TM)s normally
such a model student.  Well, don -(TM)t worry, your turn will come.  If it
happens again, I -(TM)ll just have to take advantage of the situation and
have two models, won -(TM)t we?

    -�Yes, sir, -� answered Mindy rather glumly.

    -�All right, Miss Louise, I believe that -(TM)s your name.  Strip. -�

   I couldn -(TM)t even imagine it.  Stripping in front of Mr.  Henderson?
In front of the class would be one thing, but in front of Mr.  Henderson. I
couldn -(TM)t even imagine it.  The idea both terrified and excited me. 
And the tingling between my legs was starting again, and judging by the
dancing from foot to foot, it was affecting some of the other girls as
well.

    -�Come on, -� ordered Ms.  Henderson looking at Louise.   -�We don
-(TM)t have any time to waste.  Just put everything on my desk -�

   Louise removed her smock and unbuttoned her white blouse, her ample
chest popping out in its lovely lace bra.  Next she removed her skirt,
revealing a white satin thong. -�

    -�Nice knickers, -� observed Mr.  Henderson.   -�Too bad they -(TM)re
not regulation, white cotton.  You can leave them here after class.  I
-(TM)ll make sure they -(TM)re properly disposed of.  Now get out of them.
-�

   Louise removed her bra and her luscious, and I mean they were really
luscious breasts spilled out.  Somehow at that point, I guess since she
realized there was no escape, Louise got a determined look on her face and
just ripped off her thong.  Her pussy was bare.

   When had that happened?  I wondered.  Just last week I had seen her in
the locker room at the pool the diplomatic staff and families used, and she
had a bikini trim.  It made me wonder what had gone on in Beth -(TM)s room
the night before.  What her special initiation had been?

    -�Shoes and socks, Miss, -� ordered Ms.  Henderson.

   Louise kicked offer her loafers and started to turn her back on us to
remove her socks, but then thought better of it, and bent forward facing
us, her firm boobs dangling down towards the floor.

   Mr.  Henderson then ordered her up onto the platform.  He had her place
her hands on her head and thrust out her pelvis, so her naked pussy was
fully exposed.   -�Ten minute pose, -� said Mr.  Henderson.   -�Start
drawing. -�

   For the next hour, Mr.  Henderson ordered poor Louise into one
provocative pose after another, always with her pussy or breasts front and
forward.

    -�Her lips, her lips, -� cried Mr.  Henderson, looking at one of my
drawings.   -�Are you blind.  Look how her labia are engorged.  Nice and
pink against that pale blond skin.  Don -(TM)t you see that? -� Everyone
turned to stare at Louise -(TM)s sex.  She trembled and her whole body
flushed.

    -�Yes, sir, -� I mumbled.

    -�And what do they say about drawing and painting?  Paint what you see!
-�

   I obediently began drawing the cleft in the middle of Louise -(TM)s
body. It was like I could feel the conti pencil rubbing up and down my own
labia.  Would I make it through the class without fainting?

    -�All right, Miss Louise, that -(TM)s enough, -� said Mr.  Henderson. 
-�You can relax. -�

   Louise quickly got out of what I can only describe as a self-induced
enema position.

    -�Now what -(TM)s your choice?  Hand or paddle? -� Louise just stared
at him not knowing which was the lesser of two evils.   -�She -(TM)s a new
girl, -� help her out.  Dorkus? -�

    -�Paddle sir, -� answered Dorkus.

    -�And why -(TM)s that? -�

    -�Hurts more but over sooner. -�

    -�Anyone else. -�

    -�Hand, sir, -� ventured another girl.   -�You can sit down with less
pain sooner. -�

    -�So, Miss, there you have it.  Two differing points of view.  What
-(TM)s your choice? -�

   Hand, I was thinking.  To feel his bare hand on my bottom.  Mr. 
Henderson -(TM)s bare hand on my bottom, even if it was a spanking.

    -�Paddle, -� said Louise.  I knew she -(TM)d pick that.  She -(TM)d
take pain over duration.

    -�Bend over the desk, Miss, grab the other side and spread your legs.
-�

   Louise was soon wide open before us, her naked pussy and butt hole
completely exposed.  Her cheeks quivered with anticipation.

   Mr.  Henderson took a paddle from his desk.  It looked to be the size of
one of those paddles you use to bat a ball around with on the beach, only
it was much thicker, much more sturdy.

    -�Count the strokes, Miss, -� he ordered.   -�The number is seven. -�
And with that, he wound up and the paddle came crashing down on her rear
end.  Louse jerked forward, the edge of the desk digging into her hips, and
I -(TM)m sure they could hear her cry of  -�One -� at the far end of the
campus.

   Mr.  Henderson took his sweet time about it.  After each stroke, he
-(TM)d inspect the paddle like he was examining a precious object, then he
-(TM)d take his hand up in the air, like a golfer going into a back swing,
and then crash, it would come screaming down on Louise -(TM)s tortured
bottom, which was turning a deep, violent, scarlet red.

   With each stroke, I jerked forward and stifled a yelp of my own.

   The bell rang for changing classes, and we all scurried to get out of
our smocks and grab are books to hurry off.

    -�Better hurry up and get dressed, Miss, -� said Mr.  Henderson.  
-�Otherwise you -(TM)ll get a couple more for being late. -�

   Louise hurriedly threw on her clothes.  As Mindy walked by, I heard her
say,  -�Sorry, kid, it was you or me.  Survival of the fittest and all
that. -�

    -�You know what they do to traitors, don -(TM)t you? -� snapped Louise
through her tears.

   If Mindy didn -(TM)t know, she was certainly going to find out, and so
did we, Dorkus and me, when Mindy came crashing into our room later that
night, bedding and suitcase in hand.

    -�Don -(TM)t say a thing, -� she ordered, spreading the bedding out on
the floor.   -�Not a ...ing word. -�



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 8, Mindy.

   Mindy had made the mistake of thinking Louise wasn -(TM)t yet a
full-fledged member of the Queen Bee -(TM)s inner circle.  Of course, as
Louise was to discover later, making an enemy of someone like Mindy wasn
-(TM)t a particularly good idea either.

   Apparently Louise had gotten to Beth first, told her everything that had
happened, and Beth was outraged that one of her minions had betrayed
another.  Nothing Mindy could say or do would change Beth -(TM)s mind, and
she was exiled to our room, which should give you a good idea, in case you
hadn -(TM)t figured it out already, where Dorkus and I stood in the pecking
order.

   Mindy hadn -(TM)t even gotten her bedding spread out, when the ritual
banging of the trash can lids began and we were all summoned to a
extraordinary session of the punishment court.  When we got there, the
light had turned out and only a single candle burned on the table in front
of Beth.  She was dressed all in black, with a black cloth covering her
head.  Mary and now Louise, also in black, stood on either side of her.  We
all sat solemnly on the floor.

    -�Sisters, -� began Louise,  -�there is no worse crime that can be
committed then betraying one of your own.  And even though there is nothing
in the sacred text of the handbook about this matter, we all know that it
is the highest rule, written or unwritten, there is.  And therefore, the
punishment must be the most severe.  I -(TM)m referring of course to what
happened today to Sister Louise, because of the actions of Mindy, who I
will not even dignify by calling her  -~sister. -(TM) -�

    -�That -(TM)s not fair, -� yelled Mindy.

    -�I order you, -� cried Beth to all of us,  -�to strip her and hold her
down. -�

   It was like a feeding frenzy.  The girls pounced on Mindy like she was a
piece of meat thrown to a bunch of hungry wolves.  And though she punched,
kicked, scratched, and tried to bite, she was no match for twenty other
girls grabbing at her and ripping at her clothes.  Dorkus held me back from
fully participating, reminding me that, like it or not, we had to live with
her.

   Mindy thrashed about and gave it a good fight, but within a couple of
minutes, she was being held down spread eagle on the floor.

    -�Wax her, -� ordered Beth.

   And Louise and Mary poured hot wax from the burning candle onto her
breasts and private area.  Mindy howled in pain.

    -�Gag her, -� said Beth.  And Mary slipped what I learned was a ball
gag into her mouth.  She and Louise then returned to dripping more hot wax.

    -�Rip it off, -� commanded Beth.  And Louise and Mary grabbed hold of
the wax covering Mindy -(TM)s privates and began ripping it off, pulling
chunks of hair with it.  Mindy writhed and screamed so loud that even the
ball gag could barely contain the sound.  By the time the two rippers were
through about half of Mindy -(TM)s pubic hair had been pulled out, large
sections of her nether lips were exposed red and raw.  I was getting
excited again.

    -�Bind her hands, -� yelled Beth.  And Mary and Louise tied Mindy
-(TM)s hands together over her head.   -�Hang her, -� ordered Beth, and
throwing an end of the rope over one of the exposed beams in the ceiling,
they yanked her to her feet and pulled her up, then they put a board
between her ankles, so she was spread open, then they hauled her up further
until only toes were touching the floor.  Finally they secured the rope to
a tie claps in one of the corners.  I figured this wasn -(TM)t the first
time something like this had happened.

    -�All right, Sisters, -� intoned Beth.   -�Time to administer communal
punishment. -� Mary and Louise laid out a pile of freshly cut switches on
the floor, all of which had been stripped of their leaves.   -�Every place
but her face, -� said Beth.   -�And if I see anyone holding back, you
-(TM)ll get the same. -�

   The girls raced for the switches, snatching them up and then laying into
Mindy.  They punished her from the top of her breasts to the souls of her
feet.  Striking at her mercilessly, breasts, buttocks, thighs, back, and
even her pussy.  I could hear Mindy -(TM)s muffled cries and tears of pain
were rolling down her cheeks.  The whipping continued until there wasn
-(TM)t a patch of skin that didn -(TM)t betray some sign of the beating.

    -�All right, -� said Beth,  -�that -(TM)s enough.  The girls stopped,
although I think some of them were reluctant to do so, as they recalled
some previous torment they had endured at Mindy -(TM)s hands.

    -�Let that be a lesson to you all, -� Beth went on in her most solemn
voice.   -�This is what happens to those who would betray their own kind.
-� Then she walked up to Mindy and twisted her nipples violently.   -�You
-(TM)ll hang here tonight, so you can meditate on your crimes.  And don
-(TM)t you dare think of telling anyone about this, because what happens
then will seem like a picnic in the park. -� Beth turned to the rest of us.
 -�No one is to bring her any food or water, nor are you to do anything
that might alleviate her discomfort.  If you do, you -(TM)ll take her
place. Feel free to administer some additional strokes, if you so desire,
just enough to keep her awake. -�

   They did lower her down enough so her feet rested on the floor. 
Apparently they didn -(TM)t want her dislocating her shoulders and having
to go to the local infirmary, which would have led to some questions about
how it happened, not to mention other questions the marks on her body.

   Dorkus and I ran back to our room, like to frightened mice.  I was
shaking under my covers.  Lying there, every now and then, I would hear the
sound of a switch striking Mindy -(TM)s flesh, as some girl extracted
further revenge for a past offense.  Each stroke just made me hotter.  I
almost flinched imagining it was me that the switches were striking.  And
soon I was having to slip my hand down between my legs to relieve the
burning there.  I was truly ashamed of what I was doing and why, and I
thought I must be some kind of pervert, but then I heard a low moan come
from Dorkus -(TM)s bed, and I knew I wasn -(TM)t the only one who -(TM)d
been turned on by the evening -(TM)s events.  I wondered how many such
moans you would hear if you wandered up and down the hall.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 9, I HAD TO KNOW

   I -(TM)d been at the school for less than a week, and my mind was on
overload, let alone my body.  I -(TM)m surprised I didn -(TM)t get caught
violating some rule, especially in my classes, since my imagination was on
fire, and I couldn -(TM)t think about hardly anything except Mr. 
Henderson. I kept fantasizing about having to be naked in front of him and
feeling his hand striking my bare bottom.

   Maybe I wouldn -(TM)t have fantasized about it so much, if I had ever
had a real, over the knees, pants down spanking, and had felt the pain and
humiliation of what one actually entailed, but I hadn -(TM)t.  My father
had swatted me on my bathing suit once when I was about four.  I went into
the water after he had told me not to.  But that -(TM)s the only time I
could ever remember either of my parents hitting me.  And it was clear he
was more upset by the possibility of what might have happened if he hadn
-(TM)t caught me than angry with me.  I don -(TM)t even remember it hurting
at all.

   I tried to get the fantasies out of my mind, but the more I tried, the
more detailed they became.  I was in agony, and pretty soon I was not only
fantasizing about the spanking, I was trying to figure out ways I could
make it happen.  For sure, I didn -(TM)t want it to look like I had done it
on purpose.

   My homework was suffering, and I got a couple of light reprimands from
my teachers, who excused my shortcomings on the grounds I was new student
who needed time to settle in.  What I needed was Mr.  Henderson.

   After a couple of weeks of this, I decided I just had to make it happen.
I had to make it happen, if I was ever going to get through the year and
accomplish anything other than writing Mr.  Henderson -(TM)s name over and
over again in my notebooks.  I attacked the problem like I might a science
project, working out every detail in advance.  It was actually quite
simple, but you would have thought from all the notes I was making, I was
planning a major bank robbery.

   During this time, Dorkus kept pretty much to herself, which was fine
with me.  She still suffered almost constant torment from the Queen Bee and
her two minions, Mary and Louise.  And for now, at least, I seemed to have
fallen off Louise -(TM)s radar.  As to Mindy, she never spoke to either of
us.  She -(TM)d stay with friends in another section of the dorm until she
had to be back in our room, then she -(TM)d come in, make up her bed on the
floor, and go right to sleep.  After a week or so, she -(TM)d even stopped
reciting her mantra,  -�It ain -(TM)t over until it -(TM)s over. -� Or at
least she was no longer saying it out loud under her breath.

   Finally I had to face the fact I was ready.  I didn -(TM)t want to be
ready, but there wasn -(TM)t one more factor to figure into the equation,
especially since we were now onto pastel landscapes, so I didn -(TM)t have
to worry about having to be a life model like Louise.  I knew if I was ever
going to actually do this, it had to be now, or I -(TM)d chicken out for
good, and then what?  Continue writing his name in my notebooks, while
sitting with a puddle in my knickers?

   Step 1.  Cigarettes and matches.  I needed a cigarette and matches to
make the plan work.  I knew some of the older girls snuck out behind the
athletic field for a smoke.  It was the worst kept secret at the school,
but it also seemed to be time honored tradition, since no one on the staff
ever tried to catch anyone out there.  Of course, I couldn -(TM)t just go
there.  First year upper school girls weren -(TM)t allowed, which why most
of the younger students who smoked were always getting caught, since they
had to improvise.  That -(TM)s when I remembered Sharon, the girl who
-(TM)d been in the office the day I enrolled.  I hadn -(TM)t seen her since
then, but I started keeping an eye out for her.  The first time I saw her
was on a Saturday night, and she was the poor naked girl leading her dorm
section to dinner.  Caught again, I thought to myself.  I waited outside
the dining hall after dinner until she came out.

   Not surprisingly Sharon wasn -(TM)t really in the mood to stand naked in
the quad on a cold fall evening with a bunch of townies gawking, cat
calling, and whistling at her.  I asked her where she got her cigarettes,
and if she could get me some.  She said to meet her outside her dorm during
lunch break the next day, and we -(TM)d talk.

    -�Twenty Euros for a pack of cigarettes? -� I exclaimed.

    -�Take it or leave it. -�

    -�How much for one? -�

    -�One Euro, but the matches are another Euro. -�

   I gave her the two Euros.

    -�Nice doing business with you, -� she said as I walked away, the
contraband buried securely on the bottom of my purse, the cigarette secure
in my toothbrush case.  Highway robbery, I thought to myself.  I -(TM)m
glad she got humiliated like she did that first day.  Although, if I had
stopped to think about it, that was probably why she charged me what she
did.  A small measure of revenge.  Very small.

   Step 2.  Lingerie.  I couldn -(TM)t just strip down for him with a pair
of white cotton briefs and one of my functional bras.  Dorkus would be no
help.  Her under garments were even duller than my own.  If I had been on
speaking terms with Louise, I might have been able to borrow something
appropriate from her, but for now that was out of the question.  Mindy? 
Mindy wouldn -(TM)t have given me the sweat off her rear end if I was dying
of thirst.  Of course, I could steal it from her, though there would be
hell to pay if she caught me.  The real problem with theft wasn -(TM)t
Mindy, who as I said before was never there.  It was Dorkus who hardly ever
left the room.  I -(TM)d have to wait until her nightly trip to the
bathroom, and even then I -(TM)d only have a minute or two, as she did
everything she could to avoid the Queen Bee.

   First she -(TM)d peak out the door, trying to get some sign that Madam
was in her room, then she -(TM)d scurry down the corridor like a frightened
little mouse, pop into the bathroom, and a minute or so later, come
scurrying back.  Of course, sometimes they were lying in wait for her. 
Then they -(TM)d follow her in for a few minutes of fun and games.

   I knew what I would have to do, and I felt really bad about it, and I
knew there -(TM)d be hell to pay if anyone ever figured it out I -(TM)d
done it on purpose.  It would be Mindy -(TM)s torture all over again,
because Dorkus and I were, in everyone -(TM)s eyes, equals as Sisters.  It
would be a betrayal of sisterhood.  Still it had to be done.

   One night as Dorkus was scurrying down the hall, I opened our door and
called out after her.   -�Dorkus, you forget your towel? -� Dorkus froze in
her tracks as the Queen Bee and her entourage came flying out of their
room. They shoved poor Dorkus into the bathroom and several other girls
followed them in, while other hung around the open door.  There was a lot
of squealing, yelling, and pleading.  Poor Dorkus.

   Mindy had an amazing collection of thongs, and this was back before
everyone was wearing them.  It was like a rainbow of colors.  I really
wanted the pastel blue, which I thought would match my skin tones quite
nicely.  But then I remembered Mindy was in the class.  What if she
recognized them?  I had to pick a common color, but each of the thongs was
unique.  I -(TM)d have to risk it.  The pastel blue thong it was.

   Now I needed a bra.  What was I thinking?  Mindy had real breasts.  They
weren -(TM)t gigantic or anything, but they were certainly bigger than
mine. And I couldn -(TM)t stuff the cups either, because as soon as I took
it off, he -(TM)d know.  Braless, I thought.  I -(TM)ll go braless. 
Another rule I -(TM)d be breaking.

   Step 3.  Depilatation.  I wanted to be totally and completely naked,
just like Louise had been.  I slipped out of our room late the night before
and went into the shower.  Of course I had had experiencing shaving my
bikini line, my modest bikini line, but that was nothing like this.  First
I trimmed as much as I could with a pair of scissors, flushing the evidence
down the toilet.  Then I stepped into the shower, applied some shaving
cream, and began the task.  It wasn -(TM)t as easy as I thought it was
going to be.  I didn -(TM)t realize there was even hair on the inside of my
lips.  Every time I thought I was done, I -(TM)d look down and there -(TM)d
be another patch I -(TM)d missed.  Pulling at my lips, bumping my love
button (Yes, I called it that.) with my thumb, I was getting excited, which
was making the task at hand even more difficult.  God, please don -(TM)t
let anyone walk in I thought.  And then it occurred to me, duh, I -(TM)d
have to shower like this with the gang in the morning.  How was I going to
explain it?  Cramps!  I -(TM)d feign cramps.  That would get me out of the
morning shower.  Of course, I -(TM)d have to miss breakfast as well  -" too
sick to eat  -" but that was fine with me.  I don -(TM)t think I could have
eaten anyway.

   Step 4.  Preparation.  After everyone had left for breakfast, I took a
shower, dried myself off, powdered, and sprayed some perfume down there. 
Next I pulled on the blue thong.

   Do you believe in omens?  I wish I did, because if I had, I might have
had the sense to stop the whole insane enterprise right then and there. 
Mindy had hips.  Mindy was much taller than me.  Mindy weighed much more
than me.  She wasn -(TM)t fat, but she was definitely bigger.  The thong
hung pathetically below my pussy, not covering anything.  The only way to
make it fit was to pull the waistband up to the middle of my stomach and
give myself front and back wedgies.  I should have known.  But I was not in
my right mind, and I frantically searched for the least offensive pair of
knickers I owned.  I was being driven by hormones, pure and simple.

   Step 5.  Plant the evidence.  Walking across the quad, my nipples were
getting erect rubbing against the fabric of my blouse, not that I wouldn
-(TM)t have been in a high state of arousal without that.  I had to pray I
didn -(TM)t run into a teacher or staff member, as they -(TM)d know in a
minute I wasn -(TM)t wearing a bra.  I folded my arms across my chest,
which only stimulated me further.

   I got to Mr.  Henderson -(TM)s class and slipped into my smock.  Then I
slipped out the door to the outside, which was just by his classroom. 
Checking to make sure the coast was clear, I took out the cigarette and
after several failed attempts  -" another omen  -" managed to light it.  Of
course, I almost choked to death inhaling and spent several valuable
seconds coughing my lungs out.  I took a few more puffs, exhaling onto the
smock and trying to fan some into my hair.  The plan was to smell like
smoke.  When I was done, I placed the cigarette butt and the matches in my
smock pocket.

   Step 6.  Self-entrapment.  The first bell for the start of classes
sounded.  I cracked the outside door open and watched as the other girls
streamed into the class.  It was at that point, reality suddenly set in. 
It wouldn -(TM)t just be me and Mr.  Henderson.  It would be me, Mr. 
Henderson, and a dozen other girls.  I had known that all along, of course,
but had always pushed it to the back of my mind, somehow the real reality
of it had never sunk in.  What had I been thinking?  I panicked, threw open
the outside door and raced for the classroom.  I was calling it off.  But
then, just as I had originally planned, Mr.  Henderson appeared around the
corner, and I ran right into him.

    -�What -(TM)s the rush? -� demanded Mr.  Henderson.

    -�I didn -(TM)t want to be late. -�

    -�Well, you should watch where you -(TM)re going. -�

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, -� I apologized and turned to enter the room.

    -�Wait a minute, -� he said, grabbing my shoulder and sniffing the air.
 -�Have you been smoking? -�

   My plan was working.  This was just what was supposed to be happening;
only now I didn -(TM)t want it to happen at all.

    -�Hands on your head, Miss, -� he ordered.

    -�Please, sir, I wasn -(TM)t. -�

    -�Hands on your head. -�

    -�What is it with you girls and cigarettes? -� asked Mr.  Henderson,
pushing me into the classroom.   -�Don -(TM)t you know these things will
kill you? -�

    -�All right, Miss Deborah, what do you want, twenty or five? -�

   What I wanted was to die.  Standing up there, looking out at all those
eyes, I was in agony.   -�Oh, God, please save me, -� I prayed silently to
myself, and then, like a miracle a voice from the back of the room yelled
out;  -�You can -(TM)t punish her. -� It was Minday of all people.

    -�And why, Miss Mindy, can -(TM)t I? -� demanded Mr.  Henderson.  
-�Has my spanking license been revoked? -�

    -�She -(TM)s on the rage, -� answered Mindy, and the whole room erupted
in laughter.

    -�Quiet! -� Ordered, Mr.  Henderson.  Then he turned to me.   -�You
-(TM)re having your period, Miss?  Is that what I -(TM)m suppose to
understand. -�

   I blushed and looked down.   -�Yes, sir, -� I mumbled.

    -�Very well, -� he said.   -�This will give you a few days to decide.
-�

    -�What sir? -� I asked.

    -�Twenty or five.  Let -(TM)s see, today -(TM)s Monday, that means by
next Monday, you should be at my disposal for punishment.  Let me just make
a note of it in my calendar.  Oh, and make that forty or ten. -�

    -�Forty? -�

    -�Five more for running into me, five more for trying to lie to me, and
ten more for not wearing a bra. -�

   Don -(TM)t you think it -(TM)s amazing how time can pass so slowly and
quickly and both at the same time?  I seemed to feel every second of every
day as my impending doom drew ever closer.  But by the end of the day, it
seemed like it had barely taken any time at all.  And it wasn -(TM)t helped
by the fact that Louise and a few other girls were constantly reminding me.
 -�One down six days to go. -�  -�Five days down, two days to go. -� On top
of that there was the humiliation of my first after-the-shave shower day
with the Queen Bee making me stand on a stool, so everyone could  -�admire
-� my handiwork.  I had no good answer for the repeated question of  -�why,
-� so they came up with some interesting ones of their own.

   Needless to say, I didn -(TM)t sleep Sunday night and looked like death
warmed over by Monday morning.

    -�Ah, Miss Deborah, -� chirped Mr.  Henderson as he walked into class.
-�Today -(TM)s your big day.  Everything -(TM)s back to normal I hope. -�

    -�Yes, sir. -� I mumbled.

    -�And have you decided, forty or ten? -�

   In fact, I hadn -(TM)t decided.  I had thought of almost nothing else
for the entire week, going back-and-forth.  Everyone, of course, had an
opinion, but there was no consensus.

    -�Well? -�

    -�Forty, sir. -� Might as well stick to the original plan.

    -�In that case, girls, have a seat.  This is going to take a bit of
time, -� said Mr.  Henderson, pulling out his desk chair and planting in
front of the room.  The girls formed a half circle around us with their own
chairs.

    -�All right, Miss, take off your skirt.   -� I had no control over my
fingers.  The simple act of sliding down the zipper was beyond me.  Tears
were already welling up in my eyes.   -�Oh, enough of this, -� Mr. 
Henderson exclaimed with total disgust.   -�Somebody help her out of her
skirt. -�

   Several girls started to rise from their chairs, but Louise was already
pulling down the zipper before any of the others could get to their feet.
And before I knew it, my skirt was lying on the floor.

   I didn -(TM)t even have time to register the fact that I was standing
there in my knickers before Louise had them down around my ankles, and Mr.
Henderson had me bent over his lap, my bare bottom facing the class, the
knickers still around my ankles.  Trust me, if you haven -(TM)t already
experienced it, it is one of the most humiliating positions a person can
ever be in.  I think, and I speak from experience, being totally naked is
better than having your knickers around your ankles while some one is
wailing away on your rear end, especially in front of a whole lot of other
people.  The knickers are a constant reminder of the fact you have
absolutely no control of the situation.

   To begin with, Mr.  Henderson ran the palm of his hand over my rear end,
warming it up.  Then suddenly there were ten quick hard slaps on my right
cheek, followed by ten more on my left.  The stinging pain was surprising
but not unbearable.  And if it all went this quickly, I thought it wouldn
-(TM)t be so awfully terrible.  What I didn -(TM)t know was that those
first strokes were merely intended to soften me up.  And besides there was
that warm tingle starting to develop deep inside me.

   Mr.  Henderson -(TM)s palm was now cupping the lower part of my bum,
just outside where my bum hole was.  Then the hand disappeared for what
seemed like an eternity, and then came crashing down with a force I didn
-(TM)t think was even possible.  The sting shot right through me, right up
through my entire body, and emerged from my mouth in an ear-shattering
scream.  And then another and another.  Instinctively I reached back with
my free hand, only to have it grabbed and pressed into my back by his other
hand.  After ten devastating blows, he stopped for a minute, apparently to
admire his handiwork.

    -�Please, sir, -� I begged through my choking sobs,  -�isn -(TM)t that
enough? -�

    -�Don -(TM)t you worry, Miss.  It -(TM)s coming along nicely, -� he
chortled.  And coming was what I was afraid I just might do in spite of the
pain.  Aside from the intense stimulation from the spankings, the rubbing
of my lips and love button against his jeans was adding mightily to my
arousal.  Not to mention what the bump in the middle of his lap, which I
was too naive to identify, was doing.  I felt my lips, which I had long ago
given up trying to keep from exposing, must be opening and closing like the
mouth of a guppy.  My vagina was filled with fluid, and there was an aching
in my gut that seemed strangely familiar.  But before I could identify it,
he was back at it.

   The next ten thwacks seemed to take an eternity, as Mr.  Henderson
paused to rub my bottom after each stroke.  The pressure inside me was
building up, and then as the last spank came crashing down, I could feel
all the fluid in my vagina giving way.  Only it wasn -(TM)t from an orgasm.

    -�What the? -� cried Mr.  Henderson leaping to his feet and dumping me
unceremoniously on the floor.   -�What the hell is that? -�

   I looked up and could see bright wet blotches covering the crotch of his
jeans.  My period had started for real.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 10, AFTERWARDS

   Needless to say, after the incident in Art Class, I sank to the bottom
of the pecking order, taking Dorkus and Mindy with me, not that it was
truly possible to sink all that much lower.  One day after lunch we found a
sign affixed to our door:  -�THE RAT HOLE.  HOME TO DORKUS THE DORK, MINDY
THE TRAITOR and BLOODY DEBORAH.  We didn -(TM)t dare take it down.

   The one interesting thing that happened was Mindy suddenly started
getting more friendly.  She thought the whole event was the funniest thing
she had ever seen, and that Mr.  Henderson, that letch, had finally gotten
some of what was coming to him.  Also, she said it was really interesting,
seeing how obviously excited I was by the spanking, my vagina wide open.  I
wasn -(TM)t thrilled to have my worst fears confirmed, but at least Mindy
was much less of a black hole in our room.  She started spending more time
with us, and she was even almost kind of nice to Dorkus.

   It goes without saying that the next Saturday I was hauled into
Punishment Court for bringing shame and notoriety to our dorm section.  I
was ordered to strip and given five with the paddle, administered by the
Queen Bee herself.  Afterwards, I had the  -�honor -� of leading the dorm
section to the dining hall, stark naked of course.

   I can remember standing at the head of the line, looking through the
glass doors to the quad.  There must have been twenty or thirty townie boys
lined up along the sidewalk, just waiting for the procession.  The
catcalls, hooting and whistling began the moment I pushed open the door.  I
think the shame I felt was even greater than what I had experienced in Art
Class.  No boy my own age had seen me naked since I was maybe five or six.
-�Get some tits, -� one boy cried.   -�How about some pubic hair? -� cried
another, reminding me that I wasn -(TM)t just naked, I was completely and
totally exposed.  The cold air had made my nipples erect and the cold
stones of the walk bit into my feet.  Tingle, tingle went my pussy.  How
could I find this even the least bit exciting?  I tried to pick up the
pace, but Beth ordered me to slow down.  It was agonizing.  A walk that
normally took only a minute or two at the most felt like it lasted an hour.
And then at dinner, when I was standing beside her while she ate, she
recited the same stale fish joke with all the other girls laughing right on
cue.

   If I had thought going to dinner was bad, going back to the dorm was
even worse.  Most of the other girls left in a herd.  I should have
realized I should go with them, but I had dawdled over my dinner, and by
the time I was done, I was all alone.  Maybe the boys had all left by now?
Wrong.  It was like running a gauntlet.  With no one else around, hands
came into play, as they reached out to grab at my breasts and pinch my bum.
One hand even landed square on my most private parts, a finger sliding up
my lips.   -�Hey, I think she -(TM)s wet, -� cried the boy.  I was.  What
was wrong with me?

   The one good thing was I had finally gotten Mr.  Henderson out of my
system, and I was able to concentrate on my studies, not that there was
much else to do other than studying, since I had no social life to speak
of. None of the other girls in our section would have anything to do with
me.  After a few of weeks, I was one of the star pupils, along with Dorkus,
which naturally did nothing to endear me to any of the other girls.  The
only one who benefited from my social ostracization was Mindy, who conned
me into helping her with her papers (writing her papers) and prepping her
for tests.

   The truth of the matter was, she fascinated me.  I -(TM)d never known a
really bad girl like her before, and Mindy was definitely bad.  She -(TM)d
drunk alcohol, done drugs, smoked cigarettes, and had slept with boys.  I
was always pressing her for details, and she seemed only too happy to
provide them.

   One weekend, when Dorkus was spending the night at her mom -(TM)s, Mindy
asked if I masturbated.  I was too embarrassed to answer.   -�Ah, it -(TM)s
all right kid, everyone does.  Trust me, most of the time it -(TM)s better
than the real thing, unless you -(TM)re with an older guy.  Take my advice,
the first time, pick an older guy who knows what he -(TM)s doing and isn
-(TM)t going to shoot his wad after a couple of strokes. -�

    -�I will, -� I mumbled, my face totally red.

    -�So when did you first start? -�

   I couldn -(TM)t even begin to answer her.

    -�For me it was gym class in second grade.  I was climbing up the rope,
and I got about halfway up when suddenly it hit me.  All I could do was
sort of hang there with this stupid grin on my face.  After I -(TM)d
discovered that, wow. -�

   I had no intention of telling Mindy about the vibrating pillow my mother
had that she used to massage her lower back while watching television, and
which I -(TM)d discovered, quite by accident, was quite fun to sit on.

    -�Hey, let -(TM)s do it at the same time, -� exclaimed Mindy.

    -�What? -� I asked.

    -�You know. -�

    -�Mas...mas...mas... -� I stuttered.

    -�It -(TM)s a real turn on doing it while watching another girl.  Come
on. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t think so, -� I started to say, but before I could get
the words out, Mindy had pulled her night gown over head and had reached
down to grab the hem of mine.

    -�Stop! -� I yelled, but only in my head, and the next thing I knew,
Mindy was telling me to lay down on the bed.   -�You lay on your bed, and I
-(TM)ll sit in this chair, that way we -(TM)ll be able to see each other. 
-� Now draw your knees up and spread your legs.  Good. -�

   Why was I doing this?  Didn -(TM)t I have any will of my own?

   Mindy sat in the big armchair opposite me.  She pulled her legs up onto
the cushion completely exposing herself.  She was beautiful.  Everything
about her was beautiful, from her firm full breast, to tight stomach, to
the beautiful neatly trimmed black pubic hair that surrounded her ruby
lips.

    -�All right, follow me, -� she commanded.  Mindy began by gently
caressing her breasts and then squeezing them with her hands.  Next her
hands pushed down over her stomach, caressing her belly.  Sliding her
fingers through her pubic hair, she slid them down over her lips, rubbing
them up and down.  Both of us began to breathe heavier.  Now with the
fingers on one hand, she was rubbing her love button and gently pushing
between the folds of her lips with the other.  By now I was pre-orgasmic.
The juices were flowing.  Spreading her lips with her fingers, Mindy
slipped a finger inside.  I followed suit, thrusting it in as deep as I
could.  There was a slight resistance, which I pushed against, followed by
sharp little stab of pain.  But the pleasure was too great for me to pay
much attention.  Now we were both rubbing our love buttons vigorously while
penetrating ourselves with our fingers.  Mindy came first, and as she did
so, I saw her push a finger into her bum hole.   -�Oh, my word, -� I
screamed a moment later, one of my own fingers up to the first knuckle in
my bum.

   I lay there totally exhausted in a pool of sweat.

    -�Hey, kid, -� said Mindy.   -�Guess what?  You busted your own cherry.
-�

   The next day we buried the evidence in the woods behind the dorm.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 11, AN INCIDENT IN THE SHOWER

   I had forgotten my flip flops.  Dorkus and Mindy both advised against my
going back into get them, but I was afraid the Queen Bee or one of her
drones, most likely Louise, would drop them in a toilet, probably an
unflushed toilet.

    -�What are you doing? -� snapped Mary, as I walked back in.

    -�I forgot my flip flops, -� I answered.

    -�I think she -(TM)s spying on us, -� chimed in Louise.

    -�No, no, -� said Beth,  -�I think she wants us to invite her into
shower.  Is that what you want, Deborah? -�

    -�No, -� I answered as politely and humbly as I could.   -�I just
wanted to get my flip flops. -�

    -�It -(TM)s okay, -� continued Beth, as if I hadn -(TM)t spoken at all.
 -�It -(TM)s understandable.  More private.  More relaxed.  Better water
pressure with fewer showers running.  Come on in. -�

    -�What? -� I was stunned by the invitation.

    -�I said come on in.  The water -(TM)s fine. -�

    -�That -(TM)s okay.  I -(TM)ll just take my  -"

    -�You -(TM)re not going to insult me by refusing my invitation are you?
-� asked Beth.

    -�What?  No.  No. -�

    -�Good.  Now get out of that ratty robe and join us. -�

   Reluctantly I took off my robe and went into the shower, wondering what
evil was lurking in the heart of Beth.

    -�Louise, dear, -� said Beth, Why don -(TM)t you scrub Deborah -(TM)s
back for her?  Be real gentle. -� Louise moved right up behind me and began
soaping my back.   -�Don -(TM)t forget her legs and thighs, -� said
Deborah. It felt good.  Too good.

    -�Mary, darling, -� Beth said with a sickly sweet voice that I knew
only meant trouble.   -�Mary, darling, help Beth with her front.  We want
her nice and clean. -� Mary began washing my face and then my breasts.  I
tried to step back, but I was now sandwiched between her and Louise.  Mary
did a thorough job on my breasts, paying extra attention to my very erect
nipples.  Oh, my, her hands were soaping my stomach and slipping towards
the Delta, just as Louise -(TM)s hands were coming up the insides of my
thighs.  My legs were beginning to shake and my body tremble.

    -�Oh, -� exclaimed Beth,  -�I think she -(TM)s really enjoying it.  
-�Don -(TM)t forget to get the dirty parts. -� Mary -(TM)s hands were now
stroking my lower lips and Louise -(TM)s were caressing my bum hole.  This
was the first time anyone had touched me down there since I was four.  I
was playing doctor with Bobby Morris.  I moaned out loud.  It was going to
happen.  Any second I was going to orgasm.

    -�Stop! -� commanded Beth, and the two girls stepped away.  I was left
standing there completely wobbly, confused, and totally frustrated.

    -�Now what -(TM)s that? -� asked Beth, pointing and my pubic area.

    -�Wha...wha...what, -� I stammered.

    -�You -(TM)ve got all this stubble, -� she said referring to my pubic
hair that was slowly, and much to my relief, starting to grow back in.  
-�We can -(TM)t have that, -� declared Beth.   -�Louise get the stool. -�

    -�No.  No, -� I protested to no avail.

   Louise grabbed one of the shower stools, and I was unceremoniously
pushed down on it.  Mary held my legs apart while Louise applied the
shaving cream, which seemed to take an inordinate amount of time and a
great deal of rubbing.  Then Beth, wielding the razor like a scalpel began
to shave me.  Somehow she managed to keep bumping my aching love button
while she worked away.  I just knew my labia were doing their guppy thing
again.  But in spite of the shame of it all, the heat and intensity were
building again.

    -�All done, -� declared Beth, and she gave my pussy a sharp slap.  
-�Time to get out.  Up you go. -� I could hardly stand and was now even
more frustrated then ever.  I was so frustrated that I was on the verge of
begging them to let me finish myself off, when a sharp snap of rat -(TM)s
tail on my bum provoked a resounding cry of pain.   -�Move it, Deborah, -�
ordered Beth.  And I raced to grab my towel and robe.

   As I headed towards the door, Mary yelled:  -�You -(TM)d better rub some
lotion in that.  Don -(TM)t want to get chapped. -�

   Then Louise added,  -�I think she -(TM)s going to be doing some rubbing
all right, -� and then they all started to laugh.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 12: MINDY STRIKES BACK

   I hated Beth.  I hated Mary.  But most of all I hated Louise, which was
probably why I let myself get drawn into this whole mess.

   Things were relatively calm for a while, and I managed to stay out of
trouble with Beth and her demon helpers.  Dorkus, as usual, was not so
lucky, and it seemed like every Saturday night, she was leading us to
dinner in the all together.  By now the boys even knew her name.  Well, not
her real name but Dorkus.  As soon as they -(TM)d see her, they -(TM)d
start chanting,  -�Dorkus!  Dorkus! -� Mindy and I always held to the back
of the line on these occasions, distancing ourselves from her.  Poor thing.

   I once remarked to Mindy that we seemed to be off Beth -(TM)s radar
these days, and she told me that I shouldn -(TM)t count on it, and that I
shouldn -(TM)t let myself get lulled into a false sense of security, which
she claimed was exactly what they wanted.  She said we ought to stage a
preemptive strike, and when I asked  -�what? -� she said she was working on
something and would tell me when she was ready.

   Whatever Mindy -(TM)s plan was for the preemptive strike she mentioned
that night, she never let on and wouldn -(TM)t even discuss it with me when
I asked her.  A few weeks later, at Mindy -(TM)s  -�suggestion, -� Dorkus
was gone again, and I was a little nervous about what Mindy might have in
mind that involved  -�us, -� given what had happened the last time we were
alone together.

    -�Operation Naked Girl has begun, -� declared Mindy, crashing through
the door, carrying an unconscious Louise over her shoulders.   -�This is
going to be great.  Trust me. -�

   Why did I trust her, and why did I continue to trust her even after
that? Was it simply a case of a younger girl being under the spell of an
older one?

    -�Help me strip her, -� said Mindy, pulling off Louise -(TM)s shoes.

    -�What if someone comes in? -� I asked.

    -�When was the last time anyone came into our room? -�

    -�But they -(TM)ll miss her? -�

    -�Her parents are here, remember?  Mary and Beth will think she -(TM)s
staying with them at the hotel.  Now give me a hand.  We -(TM)ve got to
have her immobilized before the chloroform wears off. -�

   In a couple of minutes the unconscious Louise lay on the floor bound
hand and foot.  Mindy secured a blindfold over her eyes, which she secured
with gaffer -(TM)s tape.  She stuffed cotton in her ears and then placed a
pair of headphones connected to a Walkman over them.   -�When she wakes up,
we -(TM)ll turn on some loud music, so she can -(TM)t hear our voices. -�

   Pulling out a Polaroid, she snapped a few pictures  -�for posterity. -�
Little did either of us know that those pictures were going to be our own
undoing, and whole lot more trouble than either of us ever bargained for.

   Louise started to moan, and Mindy turned on the Walkman.  As soon as she
was awake, or what I assumed was awake, Louise started fighting and
struggling against the ropes, flopping around like a fish on the floor. 
Mindy reached down and gave one of her nipples a really hard tweak.  Louise
-(TM)s whole body arched upwards against the pain.  Mindy pressed down on
Louise -(TM)s chest with one hand, and when Louise started thrashing again,
Mindy gave her another tweak that was so hard it made my nipples sore. 
After a couple more times, Louise got the message and lay still.

    -�So what are we going to do with her, -� I asked.

    -�You know the statue unveiling tomorrow? -� she asked.

   The statue unveiling.  Tomorrow morning, in the Great Hall of the
administration building, they were unveiling a statue of the woman who
founded the school.  Everyone was going to be there: trustees,
administrators, teachers, students, and parents, including Louise -(TM)s.

   I still don -(TM)t know how we did it, but somehow, after everyone was
hopefully asleep, we carried Louise across the campus.  I was sure we were
going to be discovered at every step.  When reached the administration
building, Mindy laid Louise down outside the door and disappeared around
the corner of the building.   -�You stand guard, -� she ordered.

   I was practically pissing in my pants with fear, but at the same time I
felt more alive than I had ever felt in my life.  Every part of me was
tingling with excitement.

   Suddenly the door to the administration building swung open from the
inside.  I jumped back in fear, but it was only Mindy.   -�They really
should fix the lock on that window by the vending machines, -� she said.  
-�I guess they think it -(TM)s too small for anyone to get in. -�

   We carried the still unconscious Louise down the corridors to the Great
Hall.  The corridor was really rather creepy, all dark and with these
barely visible portraits of former Headmistresses and Trustees staring down
at us.  And with all of its Gothic architecture, it was the perfect place
for some sort of ghost or goblin to be hanging out.

   The new statue stood in the center of the Great Hall covered by a large
tarp and surrounded by hundreds chairs.  There was a podium to one side of
the tarp with a red velvet cord hanging down from the tarp that would be
pulled for the unveiling.

   We got Louise under the tarp, and while I held a flashlight, Mindy got a
rope around the neck of the statue and then attached one end to the ropes
that were binding Louise -(TM)s hands.  Then she pulled the rope taut,
bringing Louise into a standing position with her arms stretched over her
head.  She then wrapped a rope around the base of the statue and tied it
off.  Next she untied Louise legs, and then took the rope that went around
the base of the state and tied her ankles, so her feet were planted firmly
on t he floor but with her legs spread.  Louise started to groan.  Finally
she took off the earphones, pulled the cotton out of her ears, and removed
the covering from over her eyes, unfortunately also removing a few hanks of
hair in the process.   -�Now let -(TM)s get out of here, -� she whispered.

   Needless to say it was another sleepless night.

   The next morning was all pomp and pageantry.  First there was a special
breakfast.  You know the kind school -(TM)s have when there are guests of
honor or parents, and everyone -(TM)s going on about how  -�we, -� meaning
us students, must be living like royal princesses eating food like that,
like it -(TM)s the kind of food we get all the time.  After the breakfast
there was special commemorative service in the church, during which anyone
who has ever given a Euro to the school gets to stand up and say something.
And finally there was the processional to the Great Hall.  First came the
trustees, then the administrators, the faculty, and the students, from the
lowest levels to the highest, and finally the alumni, parents, and other
guests.

   All during these events, I was in a constant state of agitation, part
terror and part pure excitement.  I kept thinking about what it was going
to be like to be Louise, and it was just so deliciously terrible, I was
burning up down there.  I wondered if Louise had figured out what was
happening.  Certainly she had heard all of us processing into the Great
Hall.  Certainly she could hear the Headmistress droning on-and-on about
the Founder and the school -(TM)s glorious tradition and all of its
distinguished alumni.  But had she figured out the part she was going to
play in this great event.  If she had, maybe she was fighting against her
bonds with all of her strength, digging them deeper and deeper into her
wrists and ankles.  Or maybe she was just standing there, staring straight
ahead in abject fear, simply waiting for the moment of her complete and
utter humiliation.

   And as I was thinking all of those things, I realized I was missing the
best part.  The best part would have been to be watching Louise as she
figured it out, and what she did once she had figured it out and waited for
the inevitable to happen.

    -�Distinguished Guests, Ladies and Gentlemen, and young ladies, -�
intoned the Headmistress,  -�I give you our founding Mother. -� And with
that she gave the velvet cord a tug, and the tarp came tumbling down
revealing one rather dour Victorian era woman, and one very scared and very
naked young girl.

   As the tarp fell, Louise was indeed struggling, twisting and turning,
trying to break from the ropes.  But the minute she was aware it was coming
down, she froze, staring at us with this look of absolute terror in her
eyes.

   The Headmistress, who was looking out at the crowd, was visibly
surprised when the anticipated applause did not occur.  Instead there were
only several seconds of stunned silence as hundreds of pairs of eyes all
focused on Louise.  Finally a loud voice called out from the back of the
hall;  -�My God, Louise, what are you doing? -� It was her mother.  She
sounded like she thought Louise had done it on purpose.  After that it was
general pandemonium.  Now suddenly everyone was talking at once, and the
students all erupted into uncontrollable laughter, clapping and yelling. 
The Headmistress, who finally saw what was going on, hurried off the podium
to cover Louise up.  Several of the administrators and teachers ran forward
as well along with her father, who shouting,  -�Who did this?  Who did
this? -�

   It took them several minutes to undo Mindy -(TM)s knots.

   By the end of the day, Louise -(TM)s parents had packed her up and taken
her away, and Mindy was confidently awaiting the summons she felt would
return her to the inner sanctum of the Queen Bee.   -�You -(TM)ll have
nothing to worry about, Deborah, -� said Mindy.   -�You -(TM)re going to
have a powerful protector from now on.  Only don -(TM)t you dare ever say a
word about anything that happened between us.  You got that? -�

   I got it.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 13, THE SUMMONS

   Mindy got her summons, but, unfortunately, so did I

   Sitting there in that oversized green leather chair, I wondered how
someone who had never really been in trouble her whole life, someone who
had never really done anything bad to anyone else, someone who had always
been a good student and obedient daughter could end up summoned to the
office of the Headmistress for something like this?

   Several days had passed since the  -�incident, -� and it looked like we
were going to get away with it.  Louise had left without really talking to
anyone.  The entire school had lost dessert for a month, both because none
of the perpetrators would voluntarily come forward when ordered to do so,
and also because of the laughter and general pandemonium that occurred on
the part of the girls.  The only thing bad was that with each passing day
without her summons to rejoin the Queen Bee -(TM)s retinue, Mindy was
growing more and more irritable and was not a lot of fun to be around.  I
had definitely rejoined Dorkus on the bottom of her pecking order.

   One night when I got back from dinner, Beth was sitting on my bed. 
Mindy was already there standing in one of the corners.  Lying on the bed
in front of Beth were the Polaroids Mindy had taken of Louise.  I almost
messed my knickers I was so scared.  Images of Mindy -(TM)s torture and
humiliation flashed through my head.  This was going to be worse, much
worse, only at that moment I had no idea how much worse.

    -�What are you going to do? -� asked Mindy with a forced nonchalance.

    -�I -(TM)m not going to do anything, -� answered Beth calmly.   -�I
-(TM)ll leave that to a higher power. -� And getting off the bed, she
walked out of the room.

   The  -�higher power -� was the Headmistress, which was why we were
sitting in her office on that damp, gray, Thursday afternoon in October. 
She had been keeping us waiting for a torturous half-an-hour, giving us
plenty of time to contemplate the heinous nature of our crime.  When she
finally did enter the room, she didn -(TM)t even look at us.  She spent
another few minutes signing papers and organizing things on her desk.  I
was dying a painful death second by second.  Finally she took something out
of her desk drawer.  It was the Polaroids.  She looked at Mindy and asked:
-�Do you know anything about these pictures? -�

    -�No, Ma -(TM)am, -� answered Mindy.

    -�No idea who might have taken them?  No idea how they ended up in your
room?  No idea how they ended up in your handbag? -�

    -�Someone must have planted them there, -� replied Mindy.

    -�Someone with a grudge, perhaps?  Someone who is out to get you? 
Someone who wants to implicate you as the person responsible for the most
reprehensible incident in the entire history of our school?  Is that what
you -(TM)re saying, Miss Mindy? -�

    -�Yes, Ma -(TM)am, -� Mindy replied without a moments hesitation.

    -�Was that person you? -� the Headmistress asked, turning to me.

   My throat was so dry, I could hardly speak.  I just shook my head  -�no.
-�

    -�Well, Miss Mindy, you and I have known each other for many years. 
You -(TM)ve been here ever since you started school, and I must say that
this particular incident has all the hallmarks of one your little
escapades. I can -(TM)t even imagine that there -(TM)s another student with
the imagination to come up with, let alone pull off a stunt like this.  If
only you would put such efforts into your school work, you -(TM)d probably
be right up there at the top of your class.  As to you, Miss Deborah, what
your involvement in this whole deplorable matter is, I have no idea, but
Miss Louise said there were at least two people involved, so it would have
had to have been either you or Miss Dorkus, but as we all know, Miss Dorkus
had signed out for that Saturday night and was with her mother.  So now
what do you have to say for yourselves? -�

    -�I -(TM)m terribly sorry for what happened to Louise, -� said Mindy, 
-�as well as for my part in the disruptive behavior of the students.  But
as to the pictures, I have no idea how they ended up in my bag. -�

    -�And you Miss Deborah? -�

    -�Uh... -�

    -�Uh is not an answer. -�

    -�I...I -(TM)m sorry too, -� I managed to stammer.

    -�Very well.  Since neither of you is willing to admit to your part in
this whole unseemly affair, I can only make my judgment based on the
evidence I have, which leaves me no choice but to expel you both. -�

    -�What? -� I yelled, leaping from my chair.   -�Expel us? -�

    -�That -(TM)s right, unless, of course you were willing to confess to
your crime and take your punishment.  Other than that, I don -(TM)t see
that I have any other options.  I -(TM)ll call your parents now and tell
them you must be picked up no later than noon tomorrow.  I -(TM)m sure your
father and mother will be very unhappy with you Miss Deborah, and Miss
Mindy, I think we both know what will happen when your father hears about
this, and all I can say is, I -(TM)m glad I -(TM)m not you. -�

    -�All right, all right, -� said Mindy, her voice shaking.   -�I did it.
I confess.  It was all me. -�

    -�And you, Miss Deborah? -� asked the headmistress.

   I could have lied.  I know I could have.  And I know Mindy wouldn -(TM)t
have said a thing, no matter what.  She would have insisted that Louise was
mistaken about there being two people involved.  But I just couldn -(TM)t
let her take the punishment alone, even if she had started getting all
Queen Bee droney on me again.

    -�Well, I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll both be able to sleep better with
clear consciences tonight, -� said the Headmistress.   -�It must be a
relief to finally get all of that guilt off your shoulders. -� (It wasn
-(TM)t.) Now as to your punishments, I want you both to know that I have
already talked to your parents, and that they have okayed the measures I am
going to take.  There will be your joint punishments, which will take place
on Saturday morning, but first, Miss Mindy, there will be your punishment
for corrupting a lower former.  How you have managed to find some poor dupe
every year, I must confess I have no idea?  But find them you do.  However,
leaving that aside and getting down to business, your punishment today will
be ten strokes with the paddle to be administered by Miss Deborah, herself.
-�

    -�What? -� both Mindy and I exclaimed simultaneously.

    -�Yes, Miss Deborah.  I -(TM)ve decided that -(TM)s only fair, given
the punishment you are going to receive later.  And once you hear what it
is, I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll think I have been far too lenient.  All right
stand up the two of you.  Very good.  Now Miss Deborah, please be so kind
as to remove all of Miss Mindy -(TM)s clothing. -�

   I realized how much more embarrassing for Mindy it was that I was
undressing her rather than her taking off her own clothes.  I unbuttoned
her blouse and slipped it off.  She shivered a little. -�

    -�Just lay her things on the desk here, -� said the Headmistress.

   I wasn -(TM)t sure what to take off next, so I unzipped her skirt and
pulled it down to the floor.  Mindy didn -(TM)t move her feet, so I had to
lift each one.  I decided while I was down there I might as well remove her
shoes and socks as well.  I could feel the trembling in her legs, as I
pulled off her white ankle socks.  She had a front hook bra, which I had a
little difficulty unsnapping, her nice firm breasts spilling out after I
had done so.  I must confess I really wanted to reach out and tweak her
nipples.  I pulled the straps down off her arms.  She had really beautiful
arms.  She moved to cross them over her chest, but a rap on the desk
brought them back to her sides.  I pulled gently at her white cotton
knickers.  At least she -(TM)d had the sense to dress appropriately for a
visit to the office of the Headmistress.  I knelt down as I pulled them
off, catching the scent of her pussy as I did so.  This was definitely
turning me on.





   Mindy was now naked.  I had seen her that way many times, but there in
that room, with the oriental carpets, and the heavy draperies, and the oak
furniture and leather chairs, she looked very exposed, and very small, and
very frightened.

    -�All right, Miss, over the desk, -� ordered the Headmistress.  Mindy
reached out across the desk.   -�Now spread your legs. -� Her pretty lower
lips were now fully displayed, and I was really beginning to tingle.

   Crossing to the wall, the Headmistress took down the paddle I had seen
hanging there on the first day.  It looked like pictures I had seen of
cricket bats.

    -�Hold it with both hands, -� she instructed,  -�and aim for the center
of her backside.  Really put your shoulders into it. -�

   I had no intention of doing any such thing.  I -(TM)d let Mindy off as
lightly as I could.

    -�Oh, and in case you -(TM)re thinking of playing pity-pat with her
bum, -� for every stroke I think you -(TM)ve made too soft on purpose, I
-(TM)ll give you two of my own, like this. -� And taking the paddle, the
Headmistress brought it crashing down on Mindy -(TM)s bum.  The whole desk
must have moved a good couple of inches.  The cry of pain from Mindy ran
right through me.  How could a skinny dried up old prune like the
Headmistress hit so hard?   -�Of course, I don -(TM)t expect you to do it
with quite that force.  That comes with years of practice. -�

   I needed no further encouragement to apply myself to my task.  I -(TM)m
fairly athletic for my size and have never been accused of  -�throwing like
a girl. -� I wound up and delivered a solid smack to Mindy -(TM)s waiting
bottom.  The vibrations from the impact in the paddle handle created a
surprisingly strong tingling in my hands that traveled up my arms and down
my body to you-know-where.  This combination of the vibrations from the
impact of the paddle, along with the sight of the bright red mark that was
appearing on Mindy -(TM)s bum, was more exciting than I could have
imagined. In an instant, I suddenly realized why the teachers were so eager
to apply the paddle or the hand to their young victims.  I was truly
excited.  I loved the sensation of it all, but most of all I loved the
feeling of power it gave me.  Mindy was completely under my control,
helpless to do anything to stop me from having way with her.  And after I
-(TM)d delivered two more solid thwacks, that excitement was increased even
further when I saw how her pussy lips were responding to the heat that was
concentrating itself down there.  Nothing could hold me back now, and I
completely lost count of the number of strokes I had given her, and it was
only when the Headmistress grabbed the paddle on a backswing that I
realized I had delivered the requisite ten.

   Immediately I felt terribly guilty about what I had done and especially
by how much I had enjoyed it.  But I was also sorely disappointed that I
had been forced to stop.  What I wanted to do right then was run off
someplace and relieve my own fire down below.  But what the Headmistress
said next quickly cooled me off, and that burning sensation was replaced by
icy-cold terror.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 14, LET THE PUNISHMENT FIT THE CRIME

    -�Very good, Miss Deborah, -� proclaimed the Headmistress.   -�Clean up
you act, and in three years, you might have one of the prime qualifications
to be a Head Girl.  You may straighten up, Miss Mindy.  Come along. 
Quickly.  Hands at your sides. -�

   Mindy straightened up as quickly as she could.  I could tell she was in
a lot of pain.  I could also tell from the look in her eyes, there would be
no  -�protection -� for me, if she ever did regain her position as one of
the Queen Bee -(TM)s top minions.

    -�Now, -� the Headmistress continued,  -�let me explain to you exactly
what your punishment is going to be.  Oh, but before I do, Miss Deborah,
will you kindly remove your clothing and place it on the desk with Miss
Mindy -(TM)s garments. -�

    -�Oh, Lord help me, -� I thought starting to unbutton my blouse and
remembering the severe thwacking the Headmistress had delivered to Mindy
-(TM)s bum just a few minutes before.  How would I ever be able to stand up
to even a few of those strokes?  Later as I we were leaving her office, I
was wishing that would have been our punishment.

   I quickly stripped off my clothing and placed it on the desk, standing
dutifully at attention with my hands at m side.  I -(TM)m such an obedient
girl.

    -�My, my, -� said the Headmistress, looking me over.   -�You certainly
are bit underdeveloped for a girl your age.  And no nether hair yet, or has
Beth been having some fun at your expense? -� I realized it was a question
that did not require my attention.

    -�Now, as to the first part of your punishment, for the next two days,
you will wear no clothing on campus, but since you will be restricted to
campus for the next month that shouldn -(TM)t be a problem.  At each and
every meal and in all of your classes, you will stand in front of the room
and wear these signs. -� She took two signs out of a desk drawer, and hung
them around our necks.  Each sign read:  -�I am the lowest of the low.  I
am a disgrace to my school and a betrayer of the Sisterhood of students.  
-� In addition you will stand like this for one hour each night before
dinner in the common room of your dorm section, after which you will lead
your dorm section to the dining hall.  I realize this is a punishment that
is traditionally reserved just for Saturday nights, but under the
circumstances, I think we can make an exception.  I -(TM)m sure the town
boys will appreciate the added evenings once the word gets out, and I
-(TM)m certain that somehow he word will get out. -�

   As I stood there, I realized that the humiliation of having to stand in
front of my classes and in front of the whole dining hall, plus leading the
dinner procession were going to be bad enough, but I could hardly even
imagine the indignations and tortures we were going to suffer during that
hour in the common room.  But again I soon came to understand that that was
all going to seem mild compared to what our ultimate punishment was going
to be.

    -�Since you humiliated Miss Louise in such a public way, -� the
Headmistress went on,  -�it is only right and proper that your punishment
be administered in the same way.  Saturday afternoon, there will be an
assembly of the whole school, and I mean the whole school, from the top
administrators right down to the cooks, dormitory maids, and
groundskeepers. I -(TM)m not sure how many of the trustees will be able to
make it back for the occasion, but the Head Trustee has assured me he will
be in attendance.  In addition, Louise and her parents will be there, as
well as your own families.  Yes, I -(TM)ve already spoken to your parents
Miss Deborah, and to your father Miss Mindy.  I made it quite clear what
the punishment would be and that their being here was not only requested
but required. -�

   My parents were going to be there?!  I felt faint and my knees began to
buckle.

    -�Now as to the exact punishment, itself.  You will receive five
strokes each with the cane in front of the assembled crowd.  Mr.  Henderson
will administer the stripes.  And of course, you will both be completely
naked. -�

    -�Naked -� was the last word I heard before fainting.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 15, BEFORE JUDGEMENT DAY

   That night as Mindy and I stood punishment in the common room, we were
subject to various pinches, nipple tweaks, slaps, and smacks with bare
hands, rulers, and ping pong paddles.  At one point, it seemed like just
about every girl in our section walked by and spit in our faces, with a few
producing really good phlegmy hackers.  Oddly enough, neither Beth nor Mary
put in an appearance until it was time to go to dinner.  The only thing she
did was refuse to let us wash ourselves off before proceeding to the dining
hall.

   Just as the Headmistress has predicted the townie boys were lining the
sidewalk, only now there seemed to be three or four times as many as
normal. Word had definitely gotten out.

   Standing there at dinner, spittle drying on our faces, the signs around
our necks were truly degrading.  None of the girls, especially the lower
school girls, were happy about the loss of desserts, and each one found a
way to extract a small measure of revenge.  We were both pretty sore by the
time we were finally allowed to sit down and eat, though Mindy preferred
standing.

   Over our cold dinner, Mindy made it pretty clear how she felt about the
spanking I had administered.   -�You shouldn -(TM)t have done it, -� she
declared.

    -�I didn -(TM)t have any choice. -�

    -�You could have refused, -� came the reply.   -�I would have. -�

   I knew she was right.  If our positions had been reversed, she would
have taken the risk of receiving the same punishment rather than punish me.


    -�And you enjoyed it too, -� she continued.   -�I could feel you really
getting into it. -�

   True.

   I tried apologizing, but she wouldn -(TM)t hear it.

    -�You know I -(TM)ll get even, -� she declared.  And I knew she would.

   The next day, Friday, was pure agony.  Walking around naked everywhere,
standing in front of the dining hall for all our meals, and in front of the
classes.  Mr.  Durr, the biology teacher, decided he should take advantage
of the situation and abandon frog dissection in favor of an illustrated
lecture on the female anatomy.   -�Much better than those silly charts, -�
he said.  With me seated on the lab table at the front of the lecture hall
with my legs spread, he used a pointer to indicate various points of
interest.  Somehow it  -�accidentally -� kept hitting my love button, which
would cause me to squirm or jump.   -�Sorry, Miss, -� he -(TM)d say.  
-�But you -(TM)ll notice class how sensitive it is, although I -(TM)m sure
I don -(TM)t need to tell any of you young ladies that. -�

   In art class, I was the life model, even though we were already into a
unit on watercolors.  In English class the girls all had to right a
paragraph on  -�shame. -� Gym seemed to involve and inordinate number of
jumping jacks and leg lifts, after which, Mr.  Higgendorf used me to
illustrate how to get into a handstand, which no matter how many times he
had me swing me legs into the air, I just couldn -(TM)t seem to get it
right.  Every teacher apparently had been told to come up with something
for the day that took advantage of my disadvantaged state.

   The Common Room torture and dinner went pretty much as it had the night
before.  Only shortly before the dinner processional, Beth and Mary
appeared with a box containing several different bottles.  Forcing us to
stand on some plastic sheets they proceed to pour honey, chocolate syrup,
and salad oil over our heads.  Then they proceeded to rub it into our hair.
 -�You -(TM)re just lucky the Headmistress prohibited me from any kind of
physical abuse, -� hissed Beth.   -�I just wish I was the one wielding the
cane tomorrow.  Do you know what that is, Miss Deborah? -� she asked her
face pushed right up against me own.

    -�Like what people with bad legs use to help themselves walk, -� I
replied meekly.

   The room echoed with gales of laughter.

    -�No, -� Beth said, barely able to speak, she was laughing so hard.  
-�Tell her Mindy. -�

    -�It -(TM)s a long thin round rattan stick.  Very flexible.  It causes
a lot more pain than any paddle. -�

    -�A lot more, -� echoed Mary.

    -�That -(TM)s why you -(TM)re only going to get five of them.  Believe
me each stroke will feel like the stinging of a hundred wasps, -� added
Beth.

   I believed her.

    -�And... -� prompted Beth, looking at Mindy.

    -�And, -� said Mindy, her voice quavering as she spoke,  -�each stroke
will leave a long red welt. -�

    -�You won -(TM)t be able sit down for a week, -� added Beth.   -�Don
-(TM)t worry, -� she said patting my cheek,  -�it doesn -(TM)t scar. -�

   I thought I was going to faint again.

   Later that nigh, when Mindy and I were finally allowed to wash off all
the gunk that had been poured over us, I asked her if what I had been told
about the cane was true, because part of me believed they had only said all
of those things to try and scare me.

    -�Yes, it -(TM)s all true, -� said Mindy,  -�and worse. -� She spoke
like she knew from experience.   -�It -(TM)s what my father uses, -� she
added, and then she burst into tears.

   I was stunned.  I couldn -(TM)t believe my father had agreed to this. 
How could he?  My mother, maybe, but my father?  Never. -�



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 16, JUDGEMENT DAY

   When I awoke the next morning, Mindy was gone.  At first I thought she
was in the bathroom, but when Beth and her entourage arrived to prepare me
for the morning -(TM)s festivities, it was soon ascertained that she was
truly gone.  A quick search of the dorm and some of her usual hiding
places, along with the discovery that some of her clothes, her hiking sack,
and her pocketbook were all missing, all led to the conclusion that Mindy
had made a run for it.

   If only I hadn -(TM)t done what I had done to Mindy, I thought to
myself, then maybe she would have taken me with her.  But now I was going
to have to face the punishment alone.  It was just going to be me up there.
I raced into the bathroom and began throwing up.

   After I returned to my room, a guard was posted to make sure I didn
-(TM)t get any ideas about making a break for it too.

   A half hour before the event, Beth came into my room.  She and Mary tied
my hair back and dressed me in a plain gray robe that fit over my head.  It
was like something Joan of Arc might have worn when they led her out to be
burned.  The medieval effect was completed when they led me into the hall.
Everyone in our dorm section was wearing a black choir robe.

   We marched in procession to the administration building, Mary and Beth
were on each side of me, their arms locked in mine, just in case I fainted.
And the truth is I don -(TM)t know how I managed to make that long walk.  I
was still sick to my stomach and my legs had no strength.

   When we entered the Great Hall, everyone was standing.  In the back were
all the maintenance workers, maids, and groundskeepers.  In front of them
all the students from the highest grades down to the lowest.  In the front
rows were trustees, parents, and other invited guests.  A stage had been
erected just in front of the founding Mother -(TM)s statue, and to one
side, just below it stood Louise, her parents and oh, God, her two
brothers. Frank was two years older than me and George a year younger.  I
had known them for half my life, and I knew that on several occasions they
had tried to get a look at me in the altogether, but I had always managed
to avoid their silly boyish traps.  But today they were finally going to
get more than they had ever dreamed of.  On the other side, in front of the
stage, were my parents and the Head Trustee.  My father couldn -(TM)t bring
himself to look at me.  He was staring down at the floor.  My mother, on
the other hand, stared right at me.  I will never forget, nor will I ever
forgive, the look of anger and disappointment she had on her face.

   On the stage itself stood the Headmistress, Mr.  Henderson, and a couple
other of the male faculty members.  In the center of the stage stood a
pommel horse.

   We processed up the center aisle, and as everyone else from our dorm
section took seats in the front row, Mary and Beth led me up onto the
stage. They turned me to face the crowd.  I couldn -(TM)t believe how many
people were there.  All of them looking at me.  All of them waiting form my
painful humiliation.  I glanced over at my father, still daring to hope
just a little, he might do something to bring everything to a halt.  But he
was still staring straight down at the floor.

    -�I want to begin these proceedings, -� said the Headmistress,  -�by
apologizing on behalf of myself, the trustees and the entire school to
Louise and her family for the unforgivable degradation she was forced to
endure at the hands of two of her fellow students last week.  It
represented not only a gross degradation of a most solemn ceremony to honor
the memory of our founding Mother, but it represented as well a violation
of the sacred bonds of sisterhood that bind us altogether here in our
school.  I know nothing I can say will ever erase that horrible experience
from poor Louise -(TM)s memory.  I can only hope the punishment you have
all been called to witness here today will offer her a small degree of
solace. -�

   I glanced down at Louise, and I was sure she gave me that same evil look
she had given me a few weeks ago in the Headmistress -(TM)s office.  And I
knew, I knew that the punishment I was about to endure had in some small
measure been thought up by her.

    -�It is only right and proper, -� continued the Headmistress,  -�that
those of you who witnessed what happened to poor little Louise, should now
bear witness to the retribution that will meted out upon her persecutors,
or I should say one of her persecutors, the other having flown the coop, so
to speak.  Well, never mind, I have no doubt she will be found, and when
she is, she will be one very, very sorry young lady.  (She was.) I have
insisted that Deborah -(TM)s parents be here, as it is only right and
proper that they be subjected to some of the same shame that was visited
upon Louise -(TM)s parents.  I know this will be a very painful experience
for you and for that I am sorry.  But at least you will understand in some
small measure what it was like for Louise -(TM)s parents.  I say  -�small
measure, -� because unlike them, you have had the opportunity to prepare
yourself for what you are about to witness. -� Once again I glanced at my
father, praying and hoping, he would stop this whole mad affair.  But he
was still staring at the floor.

    -�As for you young women, let me warn you, that if there is any kind of
untoward disturbance of the kind we witnessed last week, there will be far
more severe penalties than the missing of desserts for a month.  I hope I
have made myself quite clear. -�

   You could have heard a pin drop.  No one was moving.  I doubt if anyone
was breathing.

    -�All right, -� commanded the Headmistress in her most authoritarian,
not to be questioned voice,  -�you may prepare Miss Deborah for her
punishment. -�

   With that Beth and Mary crouched down, and taking the hem of my robe,
began to raise it up very, very slowly.  I felt it passing my ankles and
then my calves, then slipping up my thighs.  Soon my poor naked pussy would
be exposed.  I could see the hungry look on Louise -(TM)s brothers -(TM)
faces and that of her father as well.  Hundreds of pairs of eyes were
focused on my soon to exposed crotch.  Worst of all even my father was now
looking.  I could feel the cool air as my lips were finally exposed. 
Further and further up my body crawled the hem of my robe.  Over my belly,
up over my breasts and finally it was pulled over my head, my arms and
hands being raised involuntarily into the air.  For a brief moment everyone
vanished from sight as the robe passed over my eyes.  But all too soon they
reappeared, as I stood there at last, completely naked in front of all
those people.

   I wanted to cover myself.  I wanted to run.  I wanted to scream.  And I
did scream.  When Beth and Mary grabbed my arms and led me towards the
pommel horse, I screamed.   -�Daddy.  Daddy.  Save me, -� I screamed it
over and over again.  I thrashed about violently and almost broke free, but
the two male teachers on the stage took hold of me and bent me over the
horse.  Looking over my shoulder, I could see my father.  He was staring
me, with a cold-as-stone expressionless look on his face.

   The pommel horse was no ordinary horse.  First of all it had been
lowered so that my bum was pushed upwards high into the air.  And it had
been rigged with cuffs on the far side to hold my hands.  And there were
similar cuffs at the base to hold my ankles, so that my legs were spread
far apart, revealing my treasures to everyone.

    -�You may proceed, Mr.  Henderson, -� said the Headmistress.

   Mr.  Henderson was standing behind the horse directly in my line of
sight, his hands behind his back.  Upon receiving his orders from the
Headmistress, he then produced from behind his back, the instrument of my
chastisement.  It was long, thin, and evil looking.  A gasp went up from
the assembled crowd.

    -�Young ladies, -� said the Headmistress harshly,  -�remember my
warning. -�

   Mr.  Henderson walked around the side of the horse so he was now behind
me.  He reached out his hand and placed it on my bum, gauging the distance.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him raise it up quickly, and then
just as quickly, barely stopping at the apex of the upward movement, he
brought it down again with all of his might.

   I cannot even begin to describe the searing pain that ripped through my
body, the explosion of agony that leapt from my throat, the tears that shot
vertically out from my eyes.  I didn -(TM)t even have time to re-catch my
breath when the second blow landed just above where the first had been.  I
could feel my skin beginning to welt.  My throat was already raw from
screaming, and their were still three blows left to go.

   I don -(TM)t remember if I passed out from the pain after the third or
fourth blow, but mercifully I have no memory of the end of the end of the
spectacle.  The next thing I knew I was lying butt up on a cot in the
infirmary.  The Headmistress was standing over me.   -�Well, I suppose you
were lucky to pass out like you did,  -� she said scornfully.  Nobody even
noticed until they went to uncuff you.  They thought you had just screamed
yourself out.  Well, never mind.  I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll remember enough
of today -(TM)s events to make sure something like this will never happen
again. -�

    -�Daddy, -� I whispered, unable to speak any louder.

    -�Daddy and Mommy have left, -� sneered the Headmistress.   -�Daddy and
Mommy said to tell you not to even think about the possibility of your
being withdrawn from the school.  Unlike poor Louise, you won -(TM)t be
getting away from the place of your shame.  You belong to us for the next
four years. -� And with that she turned and walked out.

   Lying there, the heat from the cane still coursing through my torn and
battered body, I knew for certain I would never be able to forgive my
parents, especially my father, for what they had let happen to me.  I knew
that the old Deborah, the good, obedient, eager to please her parents
Deborah, was dead.  What the new Deborah was going to be like I didn -(TM)t
know for sure, but I was eager to find out.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 17, LIMBO

   I was no longer an official member of the sisterhood of the school.  I
wasn -(TM)t even allowed to wear the school uniform.  Instead of the basic
loafers, white anklets, blue skirt and white blouse, I was to wear a plain
gray skirt and blouse, and the skirt had to fall below my knees.  My shoes
were high-sided black tie-ups with gray socks.  I looked like a novice in
nunnery.  In the halls, sometimes a girl would pull up the front of my
skirt an inch or two, stare at my knee, and then feign swooning.  
-�Ooooooh, a knee, -� she -(TM)d cry, dropping to the ground, the back of
one hand pressed to her forehead.  After awhile, I have to admit it
actually started to embarrass me.

   Dorkus was moved out of my room.  I guess so I wouldn -(TM)t corrupt
her. They put her in another dorm section, where I assume her life was no
better than it was in ours.  I was only allowed out of my room to go to
classes, meals, church, or the library.  I was not allowed to participate
in any extracurricular activities, including the Saturday night movies.  I
wasn -(TM)t allowed to go into town, nor was I allowed to sign out for a
weekend overnight with my parents, not that I would have wanted to go in
the first place.  Other students were forbidden to talk to me unless it
related to schoolwork, not that anyone would have been caught dead talking
to me for any reason whatsoever.  In all of my classes, I had to sit in the
last row in the chair furthest away the door.  When we processed to dinner,
I had to march 8 paces behind the rest of my dorm section.  In the dining
hall, I took my meals seated alone at a small table in a corner.  After
dinner, once I was in my room, at random intervals, Beth or one of her
minions would throw open my door, without knocking, to check and make sure
I was there.  I wasn -(TM)t even allowed to be judged in the Queen Bee
-(TM)s punishment court.  Beth had been told to report any infractions on
my part directly to the Headmistress, who said she would deal with me
herself.  She also said that if I obeyed all these restrictions and got
into no further trouble, I would be allowed to rejoin the society of the
sisterhood after the Christmas break, like that was something I would want
to do.

   After a couple of weeks of living in limbo like I was, I thought I was
going to go crazy.  What really drove me nuts were the random room checks.
I was living alone but I had no real privacy.  Some nights it seemed like
they were checking every five minutes and on others, not at all.  By the
end of the second week, I was beginning to build up a real good hatred
towards just about everyone, but especially towards my dad.

    -�It -(TM)ll just eat you up, -� said Sharon.   -�You -(TM)ve got to
let go of it and just live your own life.  You have to decide what you want
and just do it. -� It was the middle of the night, and we were sitting in
our pajamas on my bed.  Sharon, you might remember, was the girl in the
office on my first day, and the one I bought the cigarette from.  She came
looking for me to find out if I knew what had happened to Mindy.  Turned
out that Sharon was Mindy -(TM)s cigarette supplier.  She said she was
hurting for the income, but I think it was more than that.  I think she had
a crush on Mindy.  I got the sense she was really deeply concerned about
her.   -�I just hope her old man doesn -(TM)t get his hands on her, -� she
said.   -�That won -(TM)t be pretty. -�

   Sharon was probably the smartest kid in the entire school.  Apparently
she was some kind of genius who never even had to study to score in the
high nineties on all of her exams.  She was also street smart and tough.

    -�Getting in and out and around at night isn -(TM)t hard, -� she
explained,  -�not if you know how to use the fire escapes, roofs and
tunnels. -�

   Sharon was also an orphan.

    -�You can get anywhere you want around here, and your feet hardly ever
have to touch the ground outside. -�

   Apparently her parents had been killed in some kind of accident, and she
was being raised by an uncle who didn -(TM)t want much to do with her.  So
it was the usual story of boarding school in the winter and sleep over camp
in the summer.  This had been going on since she was six.

    -�Not that you have to worry much about the security around here.  Most
of the time those losers are drinking beer in the basement of the gate
house. -�

   He paid all of her expenses, but he never gave her much in the way of
spending money, so bright little thing that she was, she -(TM)d found ways
of making money, like procuring cigarettes for the older girls.

    -�Anything you want, I can get it for you.  Cigarettes.  Beer.  Liquor.
Condoms. -�

    -�Condoms? -�

    -�You want condoms?  No problem.  How many do you need?  Dozen?  Two
dozen?  They -(TM)re cheaper in bulk.  I can get you a real sweet deal on
two dozen. -�

   Unfortunately she also had a tendency to get caught with the goods.

    -�There -(TM)s always some little goody-two-shoes who -(TM)s only too
happy to turn you in. -�

   And she spent more than her fair share of the time in the Headmistresses
office.

    -�But whenever I find out who it was, I always get  -~em back.  You
ever see a girl walking around here with really, really short hair.  You
-(TM)ll know that was me.  Snip.  Snip.  Snip. -�

   Of course, her revenge always cost her another trip to the office of the
HM (Headmistress), as she referred to her.

    -�Dirty old pedophile, -� exclaimed Sharon.   -�I go in there, and she
-(TM)s always so concerned.   -~Sharon, Sharon, Sharon.  Whatever are going
to do with you? -(TM) is what she says.  And then once I -(TM)m naked, she
-(TM)ll pretend she -(TM)s going to let me off lightly this time and just
give me a spanking instead of the paddle.  Only when she pulls me across
her lap, she has her free hand underneath, so my pussy -(TM)s right on top
of it.  And she spanks me in this way, so that I -(TM)m kind of rocking
back and forth, rubbing against her hand.  And when my lips start to open,
because of all the heat, there -(TM)s her finger rubbing right up against
my clit.  So between what -(TM)s happening from the spanking and the
rubbing, eventually I -(TM)m going to cum.  Of course, she pretends to get
all freaked out, and calls me a disgusting, undisciplined child, and then
she uses the paddle.  I used to try and fight it, but all that does is
prolong the whole ordeal,  -~cause she -(TM)ll just keep spanking away
until your body finally gives in. -�

   Sharon -(TM)s problem was she didn -(TM)t have any protection.  Her
uncle didn -(TM)t really care what happened to her, and according to her,
the HM knew that.

    -�I tried talking to him about it once, and he said I probably deserved
whatever was happening to me. -�

   She said there were a few other girls in her position.

    -�You don -(TM)t have to worry though.  She wouldn -(TM)t dare try
something like that on a regular girl. -�

   Under the circumstances, I wasn -(TM)t so sure.

   I asked her about having to walk around naked as part of her
punishments, and she just said:  -�What -(TM)s the big deal.  We -(TM)re
all girls, except for some of the teachers, and aside from Mr.  Henderson,
they -(TM)re all a bunch of limp dicks anyhow.  The groundskeepers can be
annoying, I -(TM)ll admit that.  But as for the boys on Saturday nights, a
bunch of pathetic losers who won -(TM)t get their hands on a naked woman
until they get married.  Look, -� she went on,  -�it -(TM)s really rather
liberating once you get used to it.  I mean after awhile, you just stop
caring. -�

   I couldn -(TM)t imagine that ever happening.

    -�Some night, I -(TM)ll take you out of here, and we -(TM)ll walk naked
through the town.  That -(TM)ll give you a thrill.  You -(TM)ll see. -�

   Somehow, even though she was two years younger than me, Sharon seemed
several years older.

    -�Remember what I said about all that anger and hatred stuff.  It
-(TM)s not worth the energy you -(TM)re spending on it. -�

   Before she left, I ended up ordering a pack of cigarettes and a bottle
of Scotch from her.

    -�I -(TM)ll get you a single malt.  They -(TM)re real smooth and have a
nice smoky flavor. -�

   I also ordered some condoms, not that I had any immediate plans for
using them.

    -�Hey, -� she said, as she slipped out the window onto the fire escape,
 -�one of these nights, I will take you out for some fresh air. -�

   I didn -(TM)t know then that Sharon was going to become one of my best
friends.  Well, one of my only friends, outside of Mindy.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 18, MINDY RETURNS

   A couple of days later, Mindy returned.

   A big black limousine pulled up on the walk, right in front of our dorm
as we were going to dinner.  Mindy got out dressed in a trench coat, the
car door slammed behind her, and took off.  She could barely walk.   -�Help
me, -� she cried.  I ran over and started to put my arm around her
shoulder, but she pulled away.   -�Don -(TM)t touch my back, -� she cried.
-�Just take my arm."

   It took forever to get her up the three flights to our room.  Once we
were there, I found out why she didn -(TM)t want me touching her.  She was
completely naked under her trench coat, and her shoulders, back, bum, and
the backs of her thighs were covered with red angry welts.  Twenty of them.
Seems her father had written a note to the Headmistress explaining that,
since he had managed to find only about a quarter of the people to witness
her punishment as had witnessed mine, he had compensated by giving her four
times as many strokes.  He -(TM)d strung her up in the stables and called
in the staff of his mansion, some people from one of the businesses he
owned, and some of the neighbors to bear witness.

   Mindy collapsed on the bed and cried.  Later that night Sharon appeared
with some ointment she -(TM)d  -�procured -� from the infirmary.

    -�Security around here sucks, -� she explained.

   I applied the ointment while Sharon snuggled up against Mindy, kissing
her over and over again on the cheek, totally frustrated because she couldn
-(TM)t put her arms around her.

   It turned out, Mindy told us, that her father had hired a whole bunch of
detectives to find her after she disappeared, and it hadn -(TM)t taken them
all that long.  She was holed up with some young people in some kind of
flophouse apartment in town.  They -(TM)d caught her in the act with a
couple other guys and girls.  The detectives had some fun with the girls,
beat up the guys, and dragged Mindy naked, kicking, and screaming out of
there.  Her father locked her up in a cellar somewhere on his estate for
several days with no lights and a bucket in one corner to answer nature
-(TM)s call.  A couple of times a day, he -(TM)d show up with a plate of
food and some of the staff.  He -(TM)d open the door and proclaim: 
-�Behold the shameful progeny of my loins. -� Then he -(TM)d throw the
plate on the floor and shut the door.  Yesterday, he -(TM)d dragged her
into the yard, hosed her down, and then took her to the stables.  He -(TM)d
bound her wrists, thrown a rope over a crossbeam, and then pulled her up so
her toes were barely touching the floor.  She passed out a couple of times
during the whipping, just like I had done, only every time she did, he
threw a bucket of cold water on her and waited until she -(TM)d regained
consciousness before continuing.  When he was done, he -(TM)d lowered her
down, had two of the stable boys drag her back to the cellar and lock her
in for the night.

   By the time Mindy was done telling her story, Sharon and I were in
shock. I said she should call the police.  That it was child abuse, pure
and simple.  And it wouldn -(TM)t be hard to prove, especially since she
had all those witnesses.

   Mindy just laughed and called me naive and stupid.   -�All those people
work for my dad or have business dealings with him, do you really think
they -(TM)re going to testify against him?  Besides, no one -(TM)s going to
dare go after my dad, he -(TM)s too powerful.  He -(TM)d have them squashed
like a bug. -�

   It was a week before Mindy could go back to classes, and even then
getting her dressed and around the campus was a painful ordeal, but at
least I had someone to share my meals with.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 19, NEW HORIZONS

   One night, after lights out, while Mindy was still recovering, Sharon
came over to take me for a walk.  I didn -(TM)t want to leave Mindy alone,
but she insisted I go.

   It was cold out, and the night air nipped at my nose.  We climbed up the
fire escape, ran across the roof, and went down the fire escape on the
other side of the building.  From there it was a quick run across the grass
to the woods behind the dorm.  I could hardly see a thing, but Sharon knew
the paths like the back of her hand.  She said she could have found her way
with her eyes shut.  A few minutes later we came out of the woods and onto
an old towpath that followed a canal into town.

   It was exhilarating to be outside.  It was the first time since my
punishment that I had been outside and free to roam around.  I ran up and
down the towpath in the dim moonlight, yelling and screaming my lungs out.

    -�Take your clothes off, -� urged Sharon.

    -�What?  Out here?  Now?  It -(TM)s too cold. -�

    -�It -(TM)ll feel great, -� she said.   -�Running around naked in the
cold for a few minutes.  It -(TM)ll be liberating.  Trust me. -�

    -�What if someone sees me? -�

    -�Who -(TM)s going to be out here in the middle of the night? -�

    -�We are. -�

    -�Oh, you -(TM)re being silly. -�

    -�Look, -� I said sternly,  -�if you want to freeze your bum off
prancing around out here in the altogether, be my guest. -�

    -�I have many times, -� came the answer.   -�But I -(TM)m not the one
who needs liberating.  Now come on.  Just do it. -�

   I couldn -(TM)t believe I was letting myself be ordered around by a
twelve year old.  But a couple of minutes later, I was taking off the coat
I had thrown on over my pajamas and handing it to Sharon.  Then I pulled
off my pajama tops.  The cool night air snapped my nipples to attention. -�

    -�Hey, -� said Sharon,  -�I think I -(TM)m bigger than you. -�

    -�Thanks for pointing that out, -� I replied rather glumly.

    -�Be grateful.  I -(TM)m probably going to end up with a couple of
soccer balls that -(TM)ll leave me with a humped back when I get older. -�

   I slid out of my pajama bottoms and was naked.

    -�Now run around and scream your lungs out. -�

   I did.  And she was right.  It was totally liberating.  Dancing and
skipping around, hollering and yelling.  I -(TM)d never felt so free so
alive, or at least I did until one of my whoops was answered.  Looking down
the towpath, we could just make out a couple of guys on bikes riding
towards us.

    -�Quick, -� said Sharon.   -�Down there. -� She started pushing me down
one side of the towpath.   -�Hide in those bushes. -�

   She didn -(TM)t have to tell me twice.  I scampered down the side of the
bank, the undergrowth tearing at my feet and the bushes ripping at my
sides.

    -�Sharon, -� I yelled.

    -�Ssssh, -� came the reply.

    -�Throw me my clothes. -�

   But Sharon had already started running back down the towpath.   -�Catch
me if you can, -� she yelled at the boys.  And she was gone.

   A few second later, the boys bikes went whizzing by.

   My relief was only momentary, because there I was naked on a cold autumn
night.  I realized I couldn -(TM)t stay where I was or I -(TM)d freeze to
death.  But I didn -(TM)t want to follow the towpath, because what if I ran
into those boys again?  In the distance, I heard a car passing, and I
realized just across the field was the road that led to the school.  But
what about cars?  In the end, I decided the road was a better risk than the
towpath.

   At least the field was just dirt.  Some farmer had apparently turned it
over for some kind of late autumn planting.  I squished my way through the
soft earth to the road, which it seemed to take forever to reach. 
Distances at night are hard to judge, and by the time I figured out
crossing the field by itself was just as long a walk as the one down the
towpath would have been, it was too late.  Now I still had to make it back
to the school.

   I scurried along the side of the road, listening carefully for the sound
of cars.  Every time I thought I heard one, I -(TM)d throw myself down into
the ditch that ran along side of the road, which unfortunately had a little
bit of stale brackish water in it, which aside from freezing me to the
bone, made me smell like a swamp.

   When I finally reached the entry road to the school, I was so excited
that I forgot about listening for cars, and just then a truck went by with
the driver sounding his horn in appreciation.

   I ran down the entry road until I could see the gatehouse.  The last
obstacle, I hoped.  Pressing myself up against the front side, I carefully
worked my way around one side towards the back.  Just as I was about to
make a dash across the lawn up to the main campus, I heard a door opening.
I pressed myself into the side of the building.

    -�Got a light? -� said one male voice.

    -�Yeah.  Yeah. -� said another.

    -�Can -(TM)t believe we have to go outside our own guard house to
smoke. That old bat. -�

    -�Hey, did I tell you I got some great pictures of the punishment. -�

   My ears perked up.

    -�Nice little body.  Too bad she -(TM)s got no tits to speak of. -�

    -�Loved that naked pussy. -�

    -�And when they bent her spread eagle over that thing, that what -(TM)d
-(TM)ya call it.  Wow.  I thought I was going to cream in my pants. -�

   I was freezing, but my cheeks were burning.

    -�You know, you -(TM)d better be careful.  One of these days you
-(TM)re going to get caught taking those pictures like you do. -�

    -�I -(TM)m careful.  I -(TM)m careful.  Hey did I tell you I got some
kid to take pictures for me of the Saturday dinner parade?  I think that
same girl -(TM)s in some of those. -�

   I had to sneeze.  Shivering there against the side of the building I had
to sneeze.  I did everything I could think of to stop it.  I squeezed my
nostrils and held my breath, but I could just feel it growing bigger and
bigger inside of me.  And just as I heard one of them say,  -�Let -(TM)s go
back inside, -� it escaped.  The loudest sneeze I -(TM)d ever sneezed.

    -�What was that? -� one of them said, and I took off on a run towards
the woods on the far side of the lawn.

    -�Hey, a streaker, -� yelled one of them.   -�I love streakers.  You
follow her, and I -(TM)ll get the car and meet you by the dorms. -�

   I ran faster than I had ever run in my life.  Looking behind me I could
see this over weight middle aged guy giving chase, only he didn -(TM)t seem
to be trying all that hard.  And the truth was he didn -(TM)t have to.  All
he had to do was herd me towards the dorms.  I was naked, and it was a cold
autumn night, I -(TM)d have to get back to the dorm.  Under the
circumstances, I decided, rightfully for once, not to run into the wood
immediately.  Let him look at my bare bum, he -(TM)d already seen a lot
more than that.

   I followed the line of the woods towards the dorms.  In front of me I
saw the lights of the other guard -(TM)s car just before they disappeared
under the archway to the quad.  The cold air was biting at my lungs and I
was losing speed.  Even though he wasn -(TM)t trying all that hard, the
other guard was gaining ground on me.  I had no choice now other than to
fight my way into the woods.  Tree branches and shrubs started tearing at
my skin, whipping across my face.  My feet were being chewed up by the
undergrowth.  I was afraid I was going to end up looking like Mindy.

   Somehow I managed to find my way through the trees to the back of the
dorm.  At one point, I heard the guard yelling;  -�Might as well come out,
Miss.  You -(TM)re just going to get yourself all torn up in there. -� And,
of course, I was, but I was not going to give up without a fight.  I wasn
-(TM)t going to risk falling into the HM -(TM)s hands if I could at all
help it.

   I figured the two men and probably their back-ups would be guarding all
the entrances to the quad, so I was also right in figuring I could make it
up the same fire escape we -(TM)d climbed down earlier.  I got up it as
fast I could and then slunk across the roof.  Now all I had to do was get
down the fire escape to our room.

   The quad was crawling with security guards, all wanting to be the one to
capture the evil doing naked girl.  They were shining their flashlights
everywhere, even up-and-down the sides of the buildings.  I -(TM)d have to
risk it, because even if they saw me, I could at least get into my room and
get some clothes on before they could grab me.

   I inched my way down the fire escape, keeping myself as flat to the
steps as I could.  Finally after what seemed like hours, I was able to slip
into our room.

    -�What happened to you? -� cried Sharon.  She -(TM)d managed to ditch
the boys, and she -(TM)d been waiting for me by the path from the woods to
the towpath to give me my clothes.  Finally she -(TM)d gotten too cold to
wait any longer.

   Standing there under the hot water in the shower, desperately trying to
warm up, my skin stinging from the numerous scratches, I realized that this
had probably been one of the most exciting nights of my life.  The
adrenalin rush had been incredible.  And in spite of the craziness of it, I
knew.  I knew that one of these nights, I -(TM)d be taking a naked stroll
through the center of town with Sharon.  Only that was going to have to
wait until the spring, when it was a lot warmer.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 20, CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

   Once Mindy was mobile, the first thing she did was march down the hall
to have a little heart-to-heart chat with Beth.  She said that the next
time either Beth or one of her minions entered our room without our
permission, she was going to beat them until they bled.  I don -(TM)t think
anyone who overheard her had any doubts about her meaning what she said. 
When Beth said she was going to report Mindy to the HM (now I -(TM)m doing
it), Mindy whispered something in Beth -(TM)s ear, and that was the end of
unannounced door openings.  In fact after a few more days, no one even
bothered coming around at all to check on us.  What was the fun, if there
wasn -(TM)t the possibility of catching one of us doing something, even
though they never had?  As someone once said, possibility is everything.

   I never did find out what Mindy whispered in Beth -(TM)s ear.  All she
would say is:  -�We all have skeletons in our closets, and I know all of
hers. -�

   Sharon was now a regular late night visitor to our room.  Sometimes she
-(TM)d sleep with Mindy until just before dawn, and then head back to her
own room.  Don -(TM)t get me wrong, nothing was going on between them like
that, like what you might be thinking.  They were just two unloved lonely
girls seeking a bit of sisterly comfort in each other -(TM)s arms.  Come to
think of it, so was I, or at least I certainly felt that way.  And on a
couple of occasions, we pushed the beds together, and we all fell asleep
holding onto each other.

   Sharon did get caught sneaking back into her room one morning, and the
next time we saw her, she was heading for one of her classes, clutching her
notebook in front of her naked body.   -�Damn pedophile, -� she hissed as
she went by.

    -�Poor kid, -� said Mindy.   -�I keep telling her she shouldn -(TM)t
sleep over. -�

   For me the worst was Saturday night, being confined when everyone else
was out doing something, even if was some stupid dance with a boy -(TM)s
school.  At least then, you could have the fun of trying to ditch your
date.

    -�What -(TM)s the problem? -� asked Mindy.   -�You want to go out, so
we -(TM)ll go out.  Saturday -(TM)s just a night.  It -(TM)s just like
Tuesday.  So we -(TM)ll make Tuesday our night to go out.  What do you say,
Sharon? -�

    -�Sounds good to me. -�

    -�So, it -(TM)s all set, -� said Mindy.   -�Tuesday night we -(TM)re
going out.  It -(TM)ll be a little late, and everything will be closed, but
we -(TM)ll find something to do. -�

   Late Tuesday night, or was it early Wednesday morning, found us walking
down the main street of the town.  All the stores were decorated for
Christmas, and we were having a grand old time window-shopping.  When we
got to one of the jewelry stores, Sharon told us to pick out our Christmas
presents.  Mindy immediately pointed out a necklace.  Sharon pulled out a
notebook and wrote it down.   -�And what do you want?" Sharon asked me.  I
thought she was kidding, so I pointed to a beautiful, and very expensive
looking watch, which she dutifully made note of in to her notebook.

    -�Hey, let -(TM)s go in that store, -� said Sharon, pointing to a
building across the street.

    -�I think it -(TM)s closed, -� I said with a little bit of sarcasm.

    -�Not tonight, -� chirped Sharon.   -�I know the stock boy, and he has
a key.  Only we have to dance naked for him. -�

    -�I -(TM)m not  -"  -� I started to exclaim.

    -�It -(TM)s all right.  We -(TM)ll be wearing masks, -� Sharon assured
me.   -�And besides we can have our pick of anything in the store. -�

    -�Oh, come on, -� said Mindy.   -�What the hell? -�

   Why was I always letting the two of them talk me into doing these
things?

   The stock boy was a pimply faced seventeen year old who was practically
drooling on himself as he let us in.

   I think he expected us to rip off our clothes then and there, but Mindy
insisted on shop first, dance later.  He was very nervous someone would see
us through the window as we pawed through the merchandise.  It was one of
those eclectic sorts of artsy import stores with so-called native crafts
from around the world.  There really wasn -(TM)t much I wanted.  Mindy got
herself a lovely scarf, which she -(TM)d never be able to wear on campus.
Sharon found a pretty nice ceramic jar with a top that she said would make
a perfect condom holder when she got older.  I ended up with a sort of
rustic carrying bag.

   Once we -(TM)d picked out our things, Pimple Boy was eager for us to get
on with our dance.

    -�Not Sharon, -� insisted Mindy.

    -�Ah, I don -(TM)t mind, -� insisted Sharon.

    -�No, -� snapped Mindy.   -�He -(TM)ll get enough of a show from the
two of us.  Now where are the masks? -� Pimple Boy showed us a wall on
which there were all sorts of masks from all over the world.  Mindy picked
this mask that made her look like an old man when it was on.  I chose this
one, Japanese I think, that made me look like a beautiful young maiden.

    -�You got any music, -� asked Mindy.

    -�Pimple Boy showed her a CD player and some CD -(TM)s.

    -�All right, get out, -� Mindy ordered Pimple Boy.   -�Let us get
undressed.  You -(TM)re getting a naked dance, not a strip tease. -�

   Pimple Boy eased out of the backroom and shut the door.

    -�I really don -(TM)t mind doing it with you, -� said Sharon.

    -�You -(TM)re not, and that -(TM)s that, -� said Mindy.  I was wishing
she -(TM)d say the same thing to me.

   Mindy picked out a CD, which had tracks that were all fluid sounding
instrumentals, though I didn -(TM)t recognize any of the instrument.  The
store also sold native type music from around the world.

   The two of us undressed and put on our masks and looked in the mirror.

   Masks are amazing.  Mindy took one look at herself and immediately
hunched over like an old man.  And when I saw myself, I felt like the most
beautiful person in the world.  Pimple Boy was let back in, as the two of
us started moving around the room to the music.  We weren -(TM)t really
dancing at first.  It was more like a mime show.  Mindy was acting like
this dirty old man following me everywhere, trying to pinch my bum and grab
hold of my breasts.  And I was pretending I was offended, when in fact I
was leading him on.  In my mind, he was very rich, and I wanted him for his
money, but only after I had him completely under my control.  The more the
music went on, the more we got into it.  Pretty soon I forgot all about
being naked.  I forgot all about Pimple Boy.  I think I even forgot about
me.  I was her, the girl of the mask, and Mindy was a dirty old man.  The
music speeded up, and our interactions became more abstract.  By the time
the song ended, the Dirty Old Man had captured the Fair Young Maiden and
had carried her off to his bed.

   Sharon ran up and hugged us both and told us how wonderful we were,
while Pimple Boy just stood there with this stunned expression on his face.
I made the mistake of taking off my mask, because my face was hot, and all
of a sudden I felt very naked and very much like me.

    -�All right, -� Drool Chops, snapped Mindy,  -�you -(TM)ve had your
show.  Beat it. -�

   Pimple Boy left, taking as many backward glances as he dared.  It was
certainly a night he -(TM)d never forget, nor would I.  I really wished I
was that girl.

   We got dressed quickly and packed up our things.  Mindy stuffed the
masks under her coat, just in case we ever wanted to play Beautiful Virgin
Maiden and Dirty Old Man again.

   A couple of weeks later, on the night before leaving for vacation, the
three of us exchanged presents.  Sharon gave Mindy her bracelet and me my
watch.  I don -(TM)t know how she did it, but I -(TM)m pretty sure she didn
-(TM)t pay for them.

   The next day, waiting for our rides, we said our tearful good-byes.

   Sharon -(TM)s ride arrived first.   -�Off to be raped by my uncle, -�
she declared, smiling and waving to us as she got into the car.

   I looked at Mindy.   -�She -(TM)s kidding, isn -(TM)t she? -� I asked.
Mindy just looked at the ground.  I felt a terrible sadness and waves of
nausea rush over me.

   Mindy was lucky.  She was spending the vacation with an aunt somewhere
warm.

   As for me, I was going home.  This was going to be my first real contact
with my parents since judgment day.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 21, WHAT I DID ON MY CHRISTMAS VACATION

    -�There will be no mention of the  -~incident -(TM) while you -(TM)re
at home, -� declared my mom, as I got into the car.  â ,��"We -(TM)re not
going to ruin Christmas for your brother or sister. -(TM) That would be
Prince Michael, two years younger than me, and Princess Laura, three years
younger.

   I used to be my father -(TM)s princess, at least until Laura came along.
I remember the first time he called her  -~princess, -(TM) I must have been
about five.  I ran up to him, threw my arms around him, and started
sobbing,  -~I thought I was your princess.  I thought I was your princess.
-(TM) He told me that Laura and I were both his princesses.  But he never
really called me that much again.  When I asked him about it once, he said
that sort of thing was for little kids, and I was a big girl.  Well, Laura
was eleven now, and he was still calling her the princess, which she was.
It sucks being the oldest.

    -~The Headmistress assures me, you have managed to behave yourself,
-(TM) my mother continued.  (If she only knew.)  -~At least there -(TM)s
that.  Hopefully you -(TM)ll be off probation when you return, and we will
only be called upon to visit the school on parents -(TM) day. -(TM) And
that was pretty much the end of our conversation for the duration of the
two hour ride.  The heat was on in the car, but let me tell you, it was
plenty frosty in there.

   I was pretty much of a non-person at home, much like I had been at
school, only I didn -(TM)t even have Mindy and Sharon to keep me company.
The Prince and Princess were all caught up with their friends and in
getting ready for Christmas.  At meal times, the conversations went like
this.  Mom would ask my father what had happened at work?  And after he
said something like  -~the same old same old, -(TM) my brother and sister
would be asked about their days.  Prince Michael always had some major
accomplishment to relate, like scoring a new high on some video game.  The
Princess usually had some inane story to tell that took forever, and it
always ended with my father saying;  -~That -(TM)s my Princess. -(TM) And
then, without even looking in my direction, he -(TM)d say,  -~Anything to
report, Deborah? -(TM) like I was one of the secretaries in his office.  Of
course, I had nothing to say.   -~Anything to report, Deborah. -(TM) Give
me a break.

   The Holidays for diplomatic personnel were one continuous party. 
Practically every embassy had a party, which my parents had to attend, and
sometimes we were invited to go along.  I always loved those parties. 
Everyone was all dressed up, the food was great, and there was live music.
I had my first taste of champagne at one of those parties.  And every year,
I -(TM)d get a new dress and shoes and coat to wear.  This year, it seemed,
I would prefer not to attend, or that -(TM)s what my mom told my brother
and sister, as they were all getting ready to go out.   -~Deborah says she
prefers not to attend.  She wants to stay home and relax.  She -(TM)s still
worn out from school. -(TM) I had said no such thing.

   Christmas morning was when we opened our stockings and presents.  My
stocking was filled with toothpaste, soap, deodorant, razors, and other
such things, while my brother and sister got small trinkets and chocolates
â ,� -� Belgium, no less.  Some CD -(TM)s, a new Walkman, a couple of
books, and a new dress had all been on my Christmas list.  I got
underpants, anklets, a bra, and a couple of bulky school approved sweaters,
and a pair of rubbers.   -~Now you -(TM)re all set for the rest of the
school year, -(TM) chirped my mom.

   After breakfast, I went up to my room and cried until I fell asleep. 
When I woke up, I decided I -(TM)d celebrate the New Years by losing my
virginity.

   I already knew I -(TM)d be alone that night.  Apparently my mother had
declined an invitation I had received to a party.   -~Louise will probably
be there, so I didn -(TM)t think you -(TM)d want to go. -(TM) My brother
and sister were both staying with friends, and my parents were going to a
ball.



   I called up this guy named Viktor who was already seventeen.  We -(TM)d
made out once behind some bushes in the park last summer.  I even let him
put his hand on my breast, but only through my clothes.  He had plans, of
course, but I managed to convince him to stop by before going to the other
party, the one Louise was going to be at, naturally.

   I fantasized about what it was going to be like.  What it was going to
be like to be naked with a boy, having him look at me, kiss me, caress me?
In my fantasy, my clothes just sort of fell off, my underwear evaporated
under the firm but gentle touches of his delicate, long fingered hands. 
And music.  There was always music in my fantasies.  We would make long
slow love, and he would forget all about his stupid party.

    -�Are you sure you want to do this? -� he asked, fumbling with the
buttons on my blouse.  We were lying in the dark on the living room couch.
I felt like I was in a wrestling match, and he was trying to pin me.  
-�Are you sure you want to do this? -� he asked, waiting for me to unhook
the bra that had completely defeated him.  (I think Viktor, for all his
self-assurance the summer before was just as much a virgin as I was.) 
-�Are you sure you want to do this? -� he asked as he started in kneading
my breasts like he was making a loaf of bread.  I pushed his head down to
one of my nipples, which he proceeded to lick like an ice cream cone. 
Finally, after he -(TM)d covered each of them with saliva, he started
sucking on them, making this revolting sort of slobbering sound.  Out of
desperation, I pulled up my skirt and maneuvered myself so I was completely
under him, at which point he started bouncing up and down.   -�That -(TM)s
dry humping, -� Mindy later explained to me.   -�Lots of fun for him,
nothing for you. -� I pushed one of his hands downwards.   -�Are you sure
you really want to do this, -� he asked, his hand finally resting on top of
my pussy, but still outside my knickers.  No, I wasn -(TM)t sure.  Nothing,
and I mean nothing, was happening for me.  Then Mindy -(TM)s words about
making sure the first time was with an older man came back to me.   -�Get
off, -� I said, giving him a push.

    -�Hey, you -(TM)re not going to leave me like this, -� he moaned, as I
got up.

    -�Here, -� I said, raising my skirt and pulling the top of my knickers
out and down.   -�Have a peek. -�

    -�More, -� he pleaded.  I pulled my knickers down all the way and held
up my dress.

    -�Help me, -� he begged.   -�I need relief. -�

   I finally understood what he wanted, and I also understood the power I
now had over him.

    -�Take of all your clothes, -� I said.

    -�Wha  -" What? -� He stammered.

    -�You want relief, you have to strip. -� Quickly he pushed his pants
and boxers down to his knees.  His thing sprang into the air.  I had to
stop myself from laughing he looked so ridiculous.

    -�Everything off, -� I ordered.

   Everything?

    -�Down to your shoes and socks. -�

   Viktor was in agony, His thing was bobbing up and down.  He pulled his
sweater and shirt off over his head, kicked off his shoes, and pulled off
his pants and boxers.  Now he looked really silly standing there in his
just his socks.   -�Leave those on, -� I said.   -�Now go stand by the
window. -�

    -�What if someone sees me? -�

    -�That -(TM)s the whole idea, -� I explained.  I could tell he was
horrified by the idea, but I could also tell he was terribly excited by it
as well.  I thought the head of his thing was going to pop off.   -�Come
on, -� I ordered grabbing it and pulling him towards the window.  He had no
choice but to follow.  It felt really strange, his thing, unlike anything I
-(TM)d ever held in my hands before.  I kept trying to think of something
to compare it to.  A hose?

   There were lights on in several of the apartments across the way.  A
couple of parties were in progress and people were walking back and forth
in front of the windows, sometimes stopping to look outside.  I flicked on
the light on my mother -(TM)s writing desk to throw some light on the
subject.

    -�No, -� he whined.

    -�Oh shut up, -� I growled, giving a couple of pulls on his thing.

    -�Not so hard, -� he cried.

   Who knew something so hard could also be so sensitive?  I was getting
really, really hot, but not from handling Viktor -(TM)s thing, but from the
idea of controlling Viktor.  I stood behind him and began moving my hand
back and forth, and Viktor -(TM)s hips started doing the same thing.

    -�Oh, look, -� I cried, peering around his shoulder.   -�I think you
have an audience. -� A couple of teenage looking girls were staring out of
one of the windows, pointing up at Viktor, and exchanging whispers.   -�Do
you know them? -� I asked.

    -�Agggh, -� cried Viktor, but by that point he was powerless to stop.
His whole body began to convulse, and his thing began to spasm.  I quickly
slipped one finger between hiss bum cheeks, and fingered his hole.  It
always did wonders for me, why shouldn -(TM)t it work for him?  But, gross,
it was all sweaty and damp.  I looked around his shoulders just as he shot
his stuff onto the window.  I -(TM)d never seen a guy -(TM)s stuff before,
all white and milky.

   As soon as he was done convulsing, Viktor pulled away from me and ran
back into the room away from the window.  His thing was now dangling limply
in front of him.  It looked about a third of its former size.  Amazing. 
Viktor was grabbing for his clothes.  His boxers were all tangled up in his
pants, and he was so flustered he was having trouble separating them.

    -�Does it always do that? -� I asked pointing at his shriveled member.
Viktor looked up, and when he saw me staring at his thing, it started
coming back to life.   -�Wow, -� I said, utterly fascinated by this
previously unknown phenomenon I was witnessing.

    -�Leave me alone, -� he cried.

    -�Really, -� I asked, walking up to him and taking hold of his thing
again.  Instantly it finished returning to its former state.  I moved my
hand back and forth and pretty soon he was doing that hip thing again.  I
slid my hand down to feel that silly sack he had hanging there.  I gave it
a good squeeze.

    -�Owwwww! -� he cried.  Who would have thought boys could be so
vulnerable.  I literally had him in the palm of my hand.

    -�Can I lay down, -� he pleaded.

    -�Go ahead, -� I answered.  Viktor lay down on the floor, and I sat
beside him and rubbing his thing.

    -�Faster and harder. -�

   I was wishing he -(TM)d make up his mind.  A few minutes ago it was too
hard, and now it was too soft.

   I was watching his face, and when his eyes started to glaze over and get
this far away look, I stopped.

    -�What are you stopping for, -� he cried.

    -�I want to see you do yourself, -� I answered.

    -�No.  No.  No. -�

    -�Come on, -� I teased, giving him a few more rubs.

    -�No! -�

    -�You can do it, -� I urged him, bringing him close to what I guessed
was an orgasm and then releasing him. -�

    -�Please, -� he begged.

    -�Finish yourself or get out of here, -� I ordered.  He was past the
point of no return, and he grabbed hold of himself and with a few strokes
finished the job.

   Doubly amazing.  There was far less of his stuff this time than before,
and it sort of just dribbled out and down onto his belly.   -�Does that
always happen? -� I asked.  Viktor groaned.

   I sat on the couch and watched Viktor get dressed.

    -�Do you want me to, you know, do you? -� he asked.

   How gentlemanly, I thought.  But even though I was dripping down there,
I had no desire to let Viktor do anything to me.  That would have meant
surrendering the power I had just had over him.

   After he left, I ran to my room, ripped off my clothes, and had a
private party.  By ten o -(TM)clock, I fell into a wonderful deep sleep. 
Happy New Year.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 22, THE HM MAKES A CALL

   There are certain things you know once you -(TM)ve been in Boarding
School for a while, things you just take for granted and assume everyone
else knows, and which it doesn -(TM)t even occur to you to warn a new
student about.  Things like making sure you don -(TM)t leave any contraband
in your room for the cleaning people to discover over vacation breaks. 
Things that they just have to report to the HM.  Things that the HM then
feels she just has to make a phone call and tell your parents about. 
Things you -(TM)d rather nobody, especially the HM and your parents, never
knew about.

   It was the day before I was to go back to school.  I had just finished
my morning shower, and I was lying on my bed wrapped in a towel.  I -(TM)m
not sure if I remember hearing the phone ring.  I think I remember hearing
some loud muffled words from my father coming from the living room.  I do
definitely remember him bursting into my room in a rage.  I sat bolt up
right on the bed as he came storming across the room.  He grabbed me by my
wet hair and pulled me to my feet.  The suddenness of the move caused my
towel to fall off.  I was yelling in pain and trying to grab for the towel,
but by then my father -(TM)s hand was firmly wrapped around the back of my
neck, and he was pushing me into the living room.  I was hollering and
crying, and all the commotion brought the whole family running along with
the Maid.  And there I was being held so I was up on my toes completely
naked in front of my brother, whose eyes were popping out, and my sister,
who I think was a little embarrassed herself by my exposed state.  I,
myself, aside from the pain in my neck, was burning with shame.

    -~Do you know what they found in her room? -(TM) yelled my father.  
-~Do you know what they found, -(TM) he said pushing his face right up
against mine.   -~Do you, -(TM) he hollered.

    -~Oh, God, -(TM) I thought.   -~They found the watch. -(TM)

    -~Do you? -(TM) yelled my father, turning to my mother, and then
without waiting for an answer, he screamed:  -~A half full bottle of
Scotch, a pack of cigarettes, and CONDOMS! -(TM) The two still unused
condoms I -(TM)d bought from Sharon.   -~That -(TM)s it, -(TM) he cried.  
-~That -(TM)s the last straw. -(TM)

   Pushing me over my mother -(TM)s writing desk, he whipped off his belt,
folded it in half, and started wailing on me.  The pain was unbearable, and
I was yelling and crying, pleading for him to stop.  But he just kept on
hitting me, and my mother, my mother just stood there with that same grim
face she had that day at school.

   I don -(TM)t think he would have stopped until my bum was completely
raw, but finally the Princess couldn -(TM)t take it any longer.  She ran up
to my father in tears and grabbed his arm, begging him to stop.  I think
she was terrified not at my punishment but at the sight of her father out
of control.  If that could happen to me, couldn -(TM)t it happen to her?

   For a moment I thought he was going to throw her to the floor.  But when
he saw the look on her face, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her
to him.   -~Sssh.  Sssh, -(TM) he whispered, trying to calm her.   -~Don
-(TM)t you worry.  Nothing like that will ever happen to a good little girl
like my princess. -(TM)

   I just stayed where I was, spread out over the table, not daring to
move. The tears were streaming down my face.   -~Go to your room and don
-(TM)t come out, -(TM) ordered my father, once he -(TM)d gotten my sister
calmed down.  It was hard to straighten up and walk, my backside was so
sore.  I could see my brother leering at me as I turned around, but by that
point I didn -(TM)t care.  I didn -(TM)t even try to cover myself up.  I
-(TM)d now been completely degraded both at school and at home.  What else
was there?  (Never ask that question.)

   I spent the rest of my time at home in my room.  The Maid brought me my
meals.  The next day when it was time to leave for school, no one was there
to see me off.  The embassy chauffeur drove me back.

   Thank God, I thought.  I was actually happy to be going back.  I might
be on probation for the rest of the year, but I didn -(TM)t care.  At least
I -(TM)d be with Mindy and Sharon.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 23, CALLED ON THE CARPET

    -~Are you going to tell me who gave you this? -(TM) asked the HM,
holding up the watch Sharon had given me for Christmas.

   She was seated in one of the overstuffed green leather chairs.  I was
kneeling in front of her, my hands over my head, my knees resting on a
broom handle.  The pain was intense.

    -~Are you? -(TM) she asked again.

    -~No, -(TM) I replied.

   I -(TM)d no sooner gotten back to my dorm, when Beth waltzed in and said
I was expected in the office of the HM.  I had suspected it was going to be
about the cigarettes, Scotch, and condoms, but not this.

    -~I didn -(TM)t tell your parents about the watch, my dear, -(TM) said
the HM.   -~I thought we could quietly settle this between ourselves.  You
probably didn -(TM)t even know it was stolen. -(TM)

    -~I didn -(TM)t, -(TM) I said, trying to get the words out without
crying in pain.

    -~I thought so.  Now just tell me who it was who gave it to you, and
you can leave. -(TM)

   I wanted to tell.  I wanted so badly to tell.  The pain in my knees was
so intense, I just wanted to say it was Sharon.  But every time I started
to do so, all I could hear was Sharon saying,  -~Off to be raped by my
uncle. -(TM) And then I couldn -(TM)t say it.  I couldn -(TM)t rat her out.

    -~I must say I admire your loyalty to your friend, -(TM) said the HM. 
-~It shows you -(TM)ve learned something about sisterhood.  So let -(TM)s
try it this way.  Let -(TM)s try it so you don -(TM)t have to say her name.
Was it a certain kleptomaniac of a twelve year old with a knack for
procuring things for other students?  A certain twelve year old who seems
to be walking around here without her clothes more often than not? -(TM)

    -~I...I can -(TM)t say, -(TM) I stammered.  I was crying now.

    -~There.  There. -(TM) She said all full of pity and phony sympathy. 
She reached out and patted my cheek, and then she pulled back her hand and
gave me such a slap I was sent sprawling onto the floor.

    -~Get up, -(TM) she ordered.  I got slowly to my feet, the pain biting
into me as I tried to straighten my knees.

    -~Very well, -(TM) she continued.   -~I know you didn -(TM)t steal it,
because you were never off campus.  And I know Mindy didn -(TM)t steal it
for the same reason.  But since you won -(TM)t tell me who gave it to you,
I have no choice but to give you some of the same punishment the thief
would have received.  Come here. -(TM)

   I edged closer to her.

    -~I -(TM)m going to be merciful.  I -(TM)ll just give you a hand
spanking, instead of the paddle. -(TM) What Sharon had told me flashed
through my mind.

   Instead of ordering me to strip, the HM reached out and began
unbuttoning my blouse.  She did it slowly.  Very slowly.  If only Viktor
had been half as skillful, we might actually have done it.  She slipped the
blouse off my shoulders and down my arms.   -~No improvement in the chest
area, I see, -(TM) commented the HM, as she expertly unsnapped my bra and
removed it.  Her hands reached around me, pushing her own ample bosom
against my chest, as she unzipped the zipper on my skirt.  Giving it a
slight tug, it slid over my almost nonexistent hips and fell to the floor.
She grabbed the sides of my knickers and quickly pushed them down to below
my knees, after which she let them flutter to the floor.

    -~I see you -(TM)ve re-grown some of your thatch, -(TM) she sneered,
gesturing towards my pussy.  I think maybe I -(TM)ll tell Beth to make sure
you stay as bald as a baby down there for the rest of the year.  Naughty
little girls shouldn -(TM)t be passing themselves off as women. -(TM)

    -~Oh, no, please Ma -(TM)am, -(TM) I begged to no avail.

    -~All right, Miss Deborah, over my knee.  She had pulled out a straight
back chair to sit on.  Her non-spanking hand, just as Sharon described,
rested in her lap.  Bad enough I was going to be spanked, but I had to
position myself for the spanking, and right on top of her hand at that. 
But there was nothing I could do, and I lowered myself over her, trying to
position myself so her hand was higher up.  But she pushed me forward and
the hand was resting right on my lower lips.

   The way she spanked you was this: she -(TM)d strike the very bottom of
your bottom, which would cause you to slide forward with impact, and
backwards as the hand was lifted.  The movement was either fast or slow,
depending on how quickly she spanked you.  She started slowly, pushing you
forward, then she -(TM)d leave her hand on your bum for a moment before
releasing it for the slide back.  After a dozen or so of these spanks, you
were wet.  You couldn -(TM)t help it, not with the heat and the movement
against her hand.  And then your lips started opening up, and one finger
was slightly raised, so it glided along the inside of your lips as you went
forwards, and ended up pushing against your clit after you had slid back.

   I was fighting it as best I could.  At first fighting the growing
excitement, and then fighting the desire to moan.

   After she could feel I was good and wet, the spanks came faster and
faster.  I was crying from the pain, but at the same time I was edging
closer and closer to orgasm.  It was humiliating.  I was completely under
her control.  I felt more helpless than I had with my father the day
before. Finally I remembered Sharon -(TM)s words about it being pointless
to resist, and that you might as well just give in and get it over with as
soon as possible.  Once I did that, once I -(TM)d surrendered to the pain
and the pleasure, and just shrieked my lungs out, I came very quickly.

    -~You disgusting, child! -(TM) exclaimed the HM standing up abruptly
and dumping me on the floor.   -~How dare you. -(TM) And the next thing I
knew, I was bent over her desk receiving five from the paddle.

   I was forced to walk naked across the quad and back to my room.  The
quad and dorm were filled with parents, brothers and sisters, delivering
girls back to the school.  Everyone stopped whatever they were doing to
stare, although no one said a word until one little boy cried out;  -~Look,
-(TM) she -(TM)s naked.  That girl is naked -(TM) And then he started to
giggle.  Now I knew what the Emperor in the  -~Emperor -(TM)s New Clothes
-(TM) felt like.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 24, AMANDA

   Amanda was a third year upper class girl.  She was also a prudish bitch.
If someone ratted you out, you could pretty well count on it having been
Amanda.  I doubt that she had ever been in punishment court once in her
life, and definitely not in the HM -(TM)s office, not unless she was
snitching on someone.  We hated her with a vengeance, even more than we
hated Beth and her minions.  Why did we hate her so much?  We hated her
because she had gotten Sharon into the worst trouble she -(TM)d ever been
in.

   Once we got back to school, and after my little trip to the HM -(TM)s
office, things settled down.  Mindy and I were off probation, not that that
meant much of anything in terms of our social life, since no one wanted
anything to do with us.  But we didn -(TM)t mind, we were just fine
together, the three of us.  Saturdays were our favorite.  We -(TM)d go into
town, shop, try on clothes we were never ever going to buy, get sodas, and
whatever else teenage girls do when they have time on their hands and a
little (very little) money in their pockets.  At night we occasionally
slipped out for some adventures, which when I look back on it, were, for
the most part, not all that adventurous.  It was just the idea we were
doing something we shouldn -(TM)t be doing.

   Sharon taught us both the tunnel system that connected almost every
building on campus.  The best was the one that led to the dining hall.  We
were constantly raiding the refrigerators in the kitchen for ice cream and
other treats.

   About three weeks into the New Year, Mindy and I both got the flu and
were confined to the infirmary.  One night, Sharon was in the process of
sneaking into the infirmary to bring us some ice cream.  That -(TM)s when
she ran into Amanda who had come down to have the nurse look at toe she had
stubbed.  Hypochondriac that she was, Amanda wanted to make sure it wasn
-(TM)t broken.  Amanda was going out as Sharon was sneaking in, a
five-liter tub of ice cream in her hands.

   Naturally Amanda reported her to the Nurse who reported her to the HM.
And just as naturally the HM didn -(TM)t look kindly upon a student
stealing from the school.  Aside from her usual spanking and ten blows from
the paddle, Sharon had to apologize, naked, of course, to every section of
every dorm.  Then she had to apologize to the trustees at the next meeting.
 -~I didn -(TM)t mind the dorms so much, -(TM) said Sharon.   -~Everyone
here has seen me naked enough.  But the trustees?  A bunch of dirty old men
staring at me, telling me I was on the â ,�˜wrong path -(TM) in life. 
They did it just to keep me standing there as long as they could. -(TM) And
then she got five more with the paddle in front of them.

    -~Retribution, -(TM) declared Mindy, and I was certain this was going
to lead to no good, but I was powerless to resist once things got rolling.
How could I?  If I didn -(TM)t go along with Mindy and Sharon, I -(TM)d
have no one left.

    -~First things first, -(TM) said Mindy.   -~And the first thing is to
set her up.  Make her ripe for the plucking. -(TM)

   It started with Sharon bribing a lower form girl to spread a rumor that
someone had seen Amanda sneaking into Mr.  Henderson -(TM)s cottage.  He
lived in one of the faculty cottages on the campus.  A rumor like that was
too good not to be passed around, and within a day, it was all over campus.
Naturally it soon reached the HM, and the two of them were called in for a
-~chat -(TM) with the HM.  The two of them denied it, of course, and the HM
didn -(TM)t have any trouble believing them, given Amanda -(TM)s annoyingly
always good behavior, plus the fact that Amanda still hadn -(TM)t taken Mr.
Henderson -(TM)s course, so they had no reason to really know each other,
except by sight.

   The HM may have exonerated Amanda, but the students were another story.
People were always whispering his name under their breath when they passed
her in the halls.  Mindy took to sneaking out of our room at night to post
notes saying,  -~Amanda loves Mr.  Henderson -(TM) on her door.  She also
put them up around campus.  One night we used the tunnels to get to the
gym, and we put a picture of Mr.  Henderson in her gym locker with a big
lipstick kiss on it.  People who were there when she opened the locker said
she broke down crying when she saw it.

   Finally the HM stood up in front of the entire school one night at
dinner to denounce these  -~unfounded rumors, -(TM) and to say that she had
the utmost faith in Mr.  Henderson -(TM)s integrity, and how Amanda was an
exemplary young lady that we all should emulate.  Amanda started beaming
when the HM called her an  -~exemplary young lady, -(TM) which only made
just about everyone hate her guts.  The last thing in the world you want is
for some teacher or headmistress defending you in front of other students,
telling them you -(TM)re exemplary, and that they should all emulate you.

   Because of all that, and without us having to do much more, the rumors
got wilder and wilder.  She was seen riding in his car.  They were seen
checking into a hotel.  The reason the HM had defended them was because
they were having a threesome.  Amanda was pregnant with his child.  Poor
Amanda was going out of her mind denying them, and that -(TM)s when Mindy
struck.

   Mindy penned a note and put it in Amanda -(TM)s mailbox.   -~Dear
Amanda, -(TM) she wrote.   -~Those rumors about us are getting out of
control.  Come to my cottage at 7 tonight so we can discuss what we are
going to do.  I have an idea.  Sincerely, Mr.  Henderson.  P.S.  Don -(TM)t
tell anyone. -(TM)

   I suppose if Amanda had been thinking straight, she wouldn -(TM)t have
fallen for it.  I mean it was such an obvious set up.  But after three
weeks of constant harassment, I guess she was, as Mindy said, ripe for the
plucking.  At 7 o -(TM)clock she was there, and so was Mindy, hiding in the
bushes.  Mr.  Henderson opened the door and Mindy got the picture.   -~High
speed film and push process developing, -(TM) declared Mindy as she went
into the school -(TM)s dark room.   -~I guess that stupid photography class
I took as a gut last year is going to finally pay off. -(TM)

   The pictures were dim and very grainy, but they were good enough to tell
it was Mr.  Henderson and Amanda standing on his porch with the door open.
What they didn -(TM)t show was Mr.  Henderson telling her to get out of
there and slamming the door in her face.

    -~Amanda, dear, -(TM) said Mindy, her voice dripping with arsenic laced
honey.   -~Amanda dear we have to have a little talk.  Why don -(TM)t you
come down to our room? -(TM) Amanda declined of course, and the next day
Mindy sent her a copy of the photo in the mail along with a note saying; 
-~So looking forward to talking to you. -(TM)

   Amanda was very haughty.  She was going straight to the HM to report us.
 -~But the minute you walk out the door, I -(TM)m posting these pictures
all over campus, -(TM) said Mindy very matter-of-factly.  The two of them
went back-and-forth like that a few times, with Mindy explaining quite
calmly what people were going to think when they saw that picture, and what
the HM was going to think.  Maybe she wouldn -(TM)t think Amanda was such
and exemplary student we should all emulate after all?  After a few
minutes, Amanda was in tears, begging Mindy to give her the pictures.

    -~Have some ice cream, -(TM) said Mindy, as Sharon produced a
five-liter tub of vanilla.  Amanda suddenly understood what this was all
about.

    -~What do you want? -(TM) she asked.

    -~You need to be punished for what you did. -(TM)

    -~Forget it, -(TM) said Amanda.

    -~All right, -(TM) said Mindy, waving the picture in the air.   -~It
-(TM)s your choice. -(TM)

   The next night Amanda met us behind the dorm about an hour after lights
out.  It was probably the first time Amanda had ever broken a rule in her
entire time at the school.  Mindy decided to memorialize the event by
marching her out onto the quad and taking a a picture with the clock tower
in the background.

   Next we blindfolded Amanda, and we guided her into the tunnels.  My
knickers were already wet thinking about what lay ahead.

    -~What are you going to do to me? -(TM) Amanda was already crying.

    -~Whatever we want, -(TM) was Mindy -(TM)s reply.





   We took Amanda down into this old unused storage room below the gym.  We
figured none of the night watchmen would look down there on their rounds.
Mindy and Sharon had prepared it the night before.

   Mindy removed Amanda -(TM)s coat.  She was wearing a nightshirt as she
-(TM)d been ordered, First Mindy bound Amanda -(TM)s hands together in
front of her.  Then she slipped a ball gag into her mouth.  Next she
attached a rope to her bound hands that went up through a pulley attached
to the ceiling.  Finally, before pulling Amanda up so her feet barely
touched the ground, she removed the blindfold.

    -~Sharon, -(TM) she said, holding out a pair of scissors,  -~you can do
the honors.  Only don -(TM)t touch her hair, or they -(TM)ll know it was
you. -(TM)

   Amanda had a look of terror in her eyes as Sharon expertly snipped the
nightshirt off of her, leaving her hanging there in her knickers and bra.

    -~Now as I remember from gym class last year, -(TM) said Mindy, 
-~Amanda puts her knickers on first and her bra on second, which means she
-(TM)s more self-conscious about her pussy than her tits, so let -(TM)s
lose the knickers first. -(TM)

   Snip.  Snip.  And Amanda -(TM)s knickers were on the floor.  She was
twisting and turning on the rope in shame.  Tears were streaming down her
face, and her face was all red and scrunched-up from crying.  Snip.  Snip.
Snip.  And her bra was gone.

    -~You bitch, -(TM) screamed Mindy in Amanda -(TM)s face,  -~now you
-(TM)re going to pay. -(TM) And she gave Amanda -(TM)s nipples the same
hard tweaks she had given to Louise -(TM)s.  Amanda -(TM)s face contorted
with her nearly silenced scream.

   From out of the corner, Sharon produced a paddle that looked very much
like the one Mr.  Henderson used.  In fact, it was Mr.  Henderson -(TM)s. 
-~Nicely done, -(TM) said Mindy, patting Sharon on the head.   -~Nice touch
of irony. -(TM)

   I watched as Sharon delivered the first few whacks.  For someone as
small as she was, she packed a powerful wallop.  Each blow propelled Amanda
forward off her toes, her whole body shaking from the impact, and then just
as she steadied herself again, the next blow was delivered.  After a few
hits, her toes were starting to get bloody from the scrapping back and
forth on the cement floor.

   After about a dozen whacks, Sharon -(TM)s arms were tired.   -~Give
Deborah a shot, -(TM) said Mindy.  She -(TM)s got a strong arm.  Trust me,
I know. -(TM)

   I was already very excited, and you know where, from watching Sharon,
but now I was really excited.  Taking the paddle, that same feelings of
control and power I had had in the HM -(TM)s office both came back, only
this time I wasn -(TM)t feeling any guilt.  I could really just enjoy it as
the tingling I felt in my hands with each blow reverberated up my arms and
down my body and settled in my pussy.  I laid into Amanda with such vigor,
the power of the blows surprised even myself.  I loved watching her bum
cheeks flatten as the paddle hit and then her whole body exploding forward.
I was on fire.  And I have no idea how many times I hit her.  All I know is
that when I could barely lift the paddle for another blow, Mindy came up
behind me, slipped her hand down the front of my pajama bottoms, gave my
clit a quick rub, and I exploded with an orgasm.  I sank happily and
peacefully to the floor.

   Amanda -(TM)s bum was beet red and raw.  Mindy cut her down without
taking a turn.  Amanda curled up on the floor and sobbed.

   The question now was what to do with her next.  We wanted to leave her
some place where she -(TM)d face public humiliation.  Our original plan had
been for the dining room, but getting her there would be too dangerous. 
And even if we succeeded, there was always the chance that one of the night
watchmen would find her.  We debated several places back and forth.  We
couldn -(TM)t leave her outside, because she -(TM)d freeze to death. 
Finally I hit on it, Mr.  Henderson -(TM)s room.

   It took awhile to get poor Amanda, who could barely walk, through the
tunnels and into the academic building.  We stood his desk on end, and
Mindy, the expert rope and knot person, tied her spread eagle to what was
the top of his desk.  Sharon finally got to give Amanda a haircut, but not
on her head.  She neatly snipped away as much of Amanda -(TM)s pubic hair
as she could, and left it in a nice little pile on the floor between her
outstretched legs.

    -~Smile, -(TM) said Amanda snapping a picture.  She -(TM)s already
taken at least one roll of film of the whole ordeal.   -~And good night,
-(TM) she added, kissing Amanda on the cheek.   -~Oh, and remember if you
tell anyone who did this to you, Mommy -(TM)s going to get copies of these
pictures, and Daddy and uncle Herman, and Grandma and Grandpa, and what
-(TM)s-his-name.  Oh, yes, Sebastian.  The Italian boy.  The one you
-(TM)ve been going out with for the past couple of years.  I -(TM)ll bet he
hasn -(TM)t seen you like this.  You little virgin you. -(TM)

   The next morning, the three of us hung out in the hallway near Mr. 
Henderson -(TM)s room, waiting for the first person to go in.  About ten
minutes before class, this girl named Barbara opened the door.  She just
stood there for a moment staring, and then she let out this cry of;  -~Oh,
my God!  Look at you! -(TM) That brought the first crowd of people running.
And then everyone was yelling and hollering, and some were running off to
find other people.  And since, by this point, nobody liked Amanda the
exemplary student we all should emulate very much, nobody did anything to
help her.  By the time the class bells were ringing, there must have been a
hundred people in the room or crushing in around the doorway.  Those in
back were jumping up and down trying to get a look.  A couple even brought
chairs from other classrooms to stand on.

   The three of us were in the midst of the crush, enjoying every minute of
Amanda -(TM)s humiliation, which was made worse by the fact she had wet
herself sometime during the night, and there was a big puddle of pee on the
floor.   -~She ruined my pile of hair, -(TM) Sharon whispered in my ear.

   Finally Mr.  Henderson arrived, pushing people out of the way, trying to
find out what was going on.  When he saw Amanda, strung up like a Christmas
stocking, he turned tail and ran.  Poor Amanda wasn -(TM)t released from
her agony until the HM finally arrived and chased everyone away.

   The three of us spent the rest of the day waiting for a summons to the
HM -(TM)s office.  But it never came, and as Mindy said that night,  -~She
belongs to us. -(TM)



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 25, A MIDNIGHT STROLL

   I blame it on the weather.  It was the middle of winter, with almost
spring like temperatures during the day, and not all that much colder at
night.  In short, it was the proverbial January thaw.  And I suppose, after
weeks of biting cold, it felt even warmer than it actually was.

   The three of us were suffering from cabin fever, since the only place we
ever really were, when we weren -(TM)t in classes or at the library, was
our room.  The warmish night was just too much, and we just had to get out.
About an hour after lights out, there we were on the towpath headed into
town.

    -~Is this where you did your naked dance? -(TM) asked Mindy.

    -~This is it, -(TM) exclaimed Sharon.

    -~Repeat performance? -(TM) asked Mindy.

    -~Not a chance, -(TM) I declared.

    -~No, tonight, we -(TM)re taking a naked stroll through the center of
village, -(TM) announced Sharon.

    -~Fantastic, -(TM) yelled Mindy.

    -~Not me! -(TM) I exclaimed. -(TM)

    -~Oh, you -(TM)re such a prude, -(TM) said Mindy.   -~You -(TM)re as
bad as Amanda. -(TM)

    -~No, I -(TM)m just not as crazy as the two of you. -(TM)

   Nothing more was said until we reached the edge of town.  As usual,
whenever we went midnight window-shopping, there wasn -(TM)t a soul to be
seen.  We ducked back behind a store, and Mindy and Sharon started to
disrobe.   -~Come on, -(TM) said Sharon.   -~You -(TM)ve got to get over
this hang-up of yours.  Learn to love your body. -(TM)

    -~I love my body, -(TM) I replied,  -~I just don -(TM)t want to show it
off to anyone who happens to come along. -(TM)

    -~But that can be so liberating, -(TM) insisted Sharon, who was now
stark staring naked.

    -~Come on, -(TM) insisted Mindy, pulling down her knickers.

    -~No. -(TM)

    -~All right then, go home, -(TM) she said.

    -~What? -(TM)

    -~If your not going to join us, you have to go back to the dorm.  I don
-(TM)t want you with us. -(TM)

   Now I was hurt.  I didn -(TM)t want to participate, but I didn -(TM)t
want to be excluded either.

    -~I can keep look out, -(TM) I volunteered.

    -~Naked or not present, -(TM) declared Mindy.

   I -(TM)m such a fool.  The two of them helped me out of my clothes, and
pretty soon the three of us were strolling down the main street
hand-in-hand.  At first, I was so hot with fear, I wasn -(TM)t even
noticing the cold.  The two of them stopped and looked in every window, and
chattered away about what they liked and what they hated, like it was the
most natural thing in the world.  Whenever they bent over to peer at
something, and their white shinny bums were sticking up in the air, I just
wanted to spank them both.  And the thought of that made me really hot. 
Occasionally they -(TM)d ask me what I thought of something, but aside from
staring at their bums, I was mostly looking up and down the street, ready
to bolt at the first sight of someone.

    -~Relax, -(TM) said Mindy.   -~Enjoy yourself. -(TM)

    -~I -(TM)m too scared. -(TM)

    -~Love the fear, -(TM) insisted Mindy.   -~Love the danger.  It makes
it all so much more exciting.  We -(TM)re a block away from our clothes,
and if anyone comes along, we -(TM)re probably going to get caught.  And if
we do, that will be a whole other experience in itself.  Live with the
possibility. -(TM)

   By now, I was living with cold.  Hot fear and excitement had given way
to just plain cold.  It was the end of January, and thaw or no thaw, it was
cold outside.  I started to shiver and begged Mindy and Sharon to start
heading back.  Finally they agreed.

    -~Down the middle of the street? -(TM) asked Sharon.

    -~Down the middle of the street, -(TM) replied Mindy.

   We walked to the middle of the street.  Suddenly Sharon and Mindy threw
their hands in the air, screamed their lungs out, and took off down the
road.  I was right behind them.  They were yelling all the way.  I could
see lights going on in the apartments above some of the shops and shades
being pulled up.

   Half way down the block, I found myself yelling as well.  This was
amazing.  We tore around the corner of the building where we -(TM)d left
our clothes, and there they were, sitting on the hood of a police car.



    -~Evening, young ladies, -(TM) said the Police Officer standing next to
his car.   -~Have a nice stroll. -(TM)

   We had all pulled up short as soon as we saw him.  Our hands flying up
to cover ourselves as best we could.

    -~We were just doing some window shopping, -(TM) said Mindy.

    -~Shopping for clothes? -(TM) asked the Officer.

    -~No, just looking, -(TM) answered Mindy.   -~In fact we have clothes.
In fact, those are our clothes.  Those are our clothes on the hood of your
car. -(TM)

    -~These are your clothes? -(TM) asked the officer.

    -~Yes, sir, -(TM) said Sharon.

    -~And just how do I know that? -(TM)

    -~My name -(TM)s sewn in mine, -(TM) I volunteered, feeling like the
biggest dork in the world right after I -(TM)d said it.

    -~Okay, girls, let -(TM)s get in the car. -(TM)

    -~Please, -(TM) I asked,  -~could we get dressed first? -(TM)

    -~Well, now Miss, -(TM) said the Officer,  -~I -(TM)m holding these
clothes for evidence.  But don -(TM)t you worry, I -(TM)ll turn the heat up
real high. -(TM) He held open the back door of the car, and we all had to
clamber in, giving him a real good view of our naked backsides.  I was
burning up with shame.  And to make matters worse, he was young, late
twenties, and really good looking.  He climbed into the front of the car,
turned on the overhead light, and turned around and looked right at us. 
Each of us had one arm across our breasts and one hand covering our
crotches.

    -~Spread your legs and put your hands on top of your heads, -(TM) he
ordered.   -~I don -(TM)t want one of you pulling out any concealed weapons
while I -(TM)m driving. -(TM) I was mortified by what he -(TM)d said. 
Slowly we raised our hands to the tops of our heads and spread our legs. 
He took a long look at each of us.  I mean a really long look.  The kind of
look that creates a pit in your stomach and makes time almost stand still.

    -~Why you two are just a couple of kids, -(TM) he said looking at
Sharon and me.  I guess he must have thought Sharon and I were the same
age, since I was clean-shaven down there.   -~And you?  He said to Mindy, 
-~What -(TM)s a grown girl like you doing with a couple of kids like them?
-(TM)

    -~She -(TM)s my roommate, -(TM) I volunteered.

    -~Roommate?  How old are you? -(TM)

    -~Almost fifteen. -(TM)

    -~You sure don -(TM)t look like it, -(TM) he said, giving me a very
careful once over with his bright blue eyes.  I was getting that tingly
feeling again.  What -(TM)s wrong with me?

   The Officer turned around, started the car, and pulled out onto the
street.  He left the overhead light on, which meant if we passed another
car, or someone standing by the side of the road, they were going to have a
good look at us.  Three naked girls with their hands on their heads and
their chests sticking out.

    -~Where are you taking us? -(TM) asked Sharon.

    -~Well, I could take you to the police station and book you all for
indecent exposure.  Or I could take you back to that school of yours and
turn your over to the Headmistress.  Or I could dump you in the middle of
the campus of one of the boy -(TM)s schools, honk the horn real loud, and
drive off.  Or I could take you home with me and make you my sex slaves.
-(TM)

   When he said that, the three of us immediately burst into tears and
started begging him to let us go, but he just kept driving on.  Finally he
stopped the car by the side of the road, and leaned over the back seat.

    -~All right now, you quiet down and listen to me. -(TM) He was speaking
with a cold as steel voice.   -~First of all I don -(TM)t like you fancy
rich kids coming into my village, and treating it with that kind of
disrespect.  Waking good, hard working, honest citizens in the middle of
the night with your carryings on.  You -(TM)ve got your own place to fool
around, so keep your naughty little games over there.  Second, I know you
girls are all suppose to be real smart and everything, but pulling a stunt
like you were pulling tonight is just plain stupid.  What if I hadn -(TM)t
been a police officer?  What if I -(TM)d been some sort of child molester
or rapist?  Kids like you go missing all the time.  They end up in porno
videos, or working as prostitutes, or used up until their dead.  And third,
what would your parents think if they found out what you were up to? -(TM)

   That might have been the wrong question to ask, given our family
relations.  I mean like any of us cared at that point.

    -~All right now, take your clothes and get out of the car. -(TM) He
handed us our clothing and we piled out of the car.  He made us get dressed
in the headlights.   -~Facing me, -(TM) he ordered,  -~because I don -(TM)t
want you to forget this experience, and I don -(TM)t want you to forget my
face, because if you ever see it again, it -(TM)s going to mean you -(TM)re
in a whole lot more trouble than you -(TM)re in right now.  Got it. -(TM)

   We got it.

   I don -(TM)t know why it is, but in some ways, I find getting dressed in
front of someone more embarrassing than getting undressed, especially if
they -(TM)re already dressed and watching me.

    -~What -(TM)s your name, Officer? -(TM) asked Mindy.

    -~What -(TM)s it to you? -(TM) he answered.

    -~Just trying to be polite. -(TM)

    -~Officer Schmidt.  Richard Schmidt. -(TM)

    -~Do you friends call you Dick? -(TM) asked Mindy slyly.

    -~Some of them do. -(TM)

    -~Well, thanks for letting us go, Dick, -(TM) said Mindy.

   Once we had our clothes on, Officer Schmidt got in his car and drove
off. We looked around and discovered we were right next to the towpath.

   As we walked back to the school, Mindy said,  -~God, that was
incredible. Just incredible.  One minute I thought I was going to cum from
the excitement, and the next pee on myself out of fear.  Come on Deborah,
wasn -(TM)t that incredible?  What a rush.  And the Officer?  Drop dead
gorgeous.  I think I -(TM)m in love. -(TM)

    -~Me too, -(TM) exclaimed Sharon.

    -~Don -(TM)t be silly, -(TM) replied Mindy,  -~you -(TM)re much too
young to be in love. -(TM)

   I decided three things on the walk back to school.  One, both of my
friends were absolutely crazy.  Two, I wanted to be the Officer.  No, not
literally.  I wanted to be the one with the power.  I had felt it that
first time when I paddled Mindy, and even more so with Viktor and when we
terrorized Amanda, but tonight confirmed it.  I was excited, but less by my
own predicament and more by imagining myself in his place.  He could have
done anything he wanted with us.  Anything.  And the third thing I decided
was that Officer Schmidt, Dick, might be the perfect  -~older man. -(TM)



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 26, IT -(TM)S MY PARTY

   Why weren -(TM)t we taking advantage of Amanda?  Mindy had said she
belonged to us, but every time I suggested we take advantage of the
situation, Mindy would only say we shouldn -(TM)t press our luck.

    -~But you said,  -~ was always my reply.

    -~You know what the difference between us is? -(TM) asked Mindy, not
waiting for me to reply.   -~The difference is, for me, punishment and
humiliation are always a means to an end, while I -(TM)m beginning to think
you just like them for themselves.  For example, the best way to get back
at Louise for displacing me, was to totally degrade her.  And Amanda, that
was about avenging Sharon.  But I think you -(TM)d take advantage of anyone
you could, just because you could.  You like it for itself. -(TM)

   Her analysis of the situation shocked me.  I hadn -(TM)t thought of it
quite that way before, but she was right.  I mean I knew I wanted that kind
of power over others, but I hadn -(TM)t really thought of it as an end in
itself.  But there it was, plain and simple.  I was a little embarrassed by
it, but I couldn -(TM)t really deny it.

    -~Hey, it -(TM)s all right, -(TM) said Mindy.   -~Nothing wrong with
it. You just have to know how to control it.  Take Amanda.  We got away
with it.  She -(TM)s there for the taking.  We know that, and she knows
that.  Ever see that look of fear in her eyes when we pass her in the hall?
She -(TM)s just waiting and dreading the day she -(TM)s going to get our
summons.  But we have to be careful.  Over play our hand, and she -(TM)ll
crack and rat us out.  Give it time.  And for now, just enjoy smiling at
her whenever you can. -(TM)

   A few weeks later, it was my birthday, and true to the school -(TM)s own
sadistic tradition, I was pulled from my bed at the crack of dawn by some
of the older students, hauled down to the common room, bent over a chair,
and my pajama bottoms pulled down, so everyone in our dorm section could
help give me a birthday spanking with their bare hands.  Usually these were
more in the form of love pats, but given my position on the pecking order,
no one was holding back, and there was nothing loving about those swats. 
Even Mindy gave me a good solid smack that really stung, which she later
said evened our score once and for all.  The only person who held back was
Amanda, but she had ulterior motives.

   It -(TM)s pretty humiliating being bent over the back of a chair with
your pajama bottoms around your ankles with everyone taking target
practice. I tried hard not to, but eventually I started giving little
yelps, and a few tears rolled down my cheeks.  The final humiliation was
being forced to walk back to m room with my pajama bottoms around my
ankles, clutching the tops up around my tummy, so I was completely exposed
down below.  Mary walked next to me to make sure I didn -(TM)t cheat.  She
mocked me the whole way there.

    -~Sorry, kid.  There was nothing I could do to help you, -(TM) said
Mindy, as she rubbed some of the left over ointment Sharon had brought us
last fall into my bum.  I knew she was right, and I wouldn -(TM)t have
wanted her to try, because that would have only ended up making it worse.

   For presents, I got 5 Euros from my parents  -~to get yourself a treat,
-(TM) read the card signed Mr.  and Mrs., plus the signatures of the Prince
and Princess.   -~A treat. -(TM) I was obviously still very much in the
doghouse.  Sharon got me a bottle of perfume, which she insisted she -(TM)d
paid for herself, though where she got the money from was definitely
questionable.  And Mindy gave me Amanda for a whole day to do with as I
pleased.

    -~Two weeks from next Saturday, -(TM) explained Mindy.   -~She -(TM)s
yours for the day.  Just tell her what to wear and where to be. -(TM)

   Oh, it was just too exciting for words.

    -~Just remember, as we have already experienced, sometimes what goes
around comes around, -(TM) cautioned Mindy.

   I insisted that Sharon and Mindy share my present, and we set out
planning on what we were going to do with her.

   On the appointed Saturday morning, Amanda presented herself in our room.
 -~Raise your skirt, -(TM) I ordered.  She pulled up her skirt, her face
turning beet red.   -~I thought I told you to wear a thong. -(TM)

    -~I don -(TM)t have one, -(TM) she whimpered.

    -~Can she wear one of yours?  I asked Mindy.

   While Sharon held up her dress, Amanda pulled down her underpants.

    -~You -(TM)re not shaved! -(TM) I screamed.  I specifically told you to
shave. -(TM)

    -~Please.  Please, no, -(TM) begged Amanda.

    -~You -(TM)ve disobeyed me twice, and we haven -(TM)t even started. 
And now we have to waste time getting you properly prepared.  cYou -(TM)re
going to be punished for this. -(TM)

    -~No, please, please. -(TM) By now she was starting to cry.

    -~Get some hot water will you, Sharon. -(TM)

   At first I thought I -(TM)d have Mindy shave her, but then I thought it
would be more embarrassing if she had to do it herself in front of the
three of us, although I did let Sharon do the initial snip, snip, snip,
since she really seemed to get off on that.

   Amanda stood there with skirt and knickers off, one foot up on a chair.
We had to give her step-by-step instructions.  Watching her rub in the
shaving cream was like watching someone who had never really touched
themselves down there before, and who knows, maybe she hadn -(TM)t.  She
was so nervous and jittery, and her legs were shaking so much, I thought
she might cut herself.  When she was done, I made her rub some cream on, 
-~to prevent chaffing. -(TM)  -~Rub it in good, -(TM) I urged her.   -~That
-(TM)s right keep rubbing.  Keep rubbing.  Keep rubbing. -(TM) It wasn
-(TM)t hard to tell she was starting to get a little flushed and a little
excited.  Finally I let her stop and get dressed.  She looked really
uncomfortable pulling on one of Mindy -(TM)s thongs.

    -~Now for a little shopping expedition.  I have five whole euros to
spend.  Maybe I can get a sock.  Not a pair of socks but a sock. -(TM)



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 27, SHOPPING WITH AMANDA

   We took Amanda to the biggest clothing store in town.   -~Give me your
coat, -(TM) I ordered,  -~and go into one of the dressing cubicles and take
off all your clothes.  We -(TM)ll bring you some outfits to try on. -(TM)

   The dressing area was unisex.  There were individual cubicles to go
into, which had these doors that looked like the doors to saloons in old
American Westerns.  You have to be a little careful, if you don -(TM)t want
to expose yourself to the outside world.  We waited until a couple of guys
our age walked into the dressing area and followed them.  Mindy and Sharon
engaged them in conversation while I took a dress into the cubicle for
Amanda to try on.  She was standing their naked with her arms wrapped
around her, sort of huddled in a corner.   -~Here try this on, -(TM) I
snapped.

   As she started to pull the dress over her head, I screamed,  -~Oh, my
God a spider, -(TM) and pushed on her shoulder real hard, like I was trying
to kill it.  The force sent Amanda falling backwards through the saloon
doors and down onto the floor.  She was lying there thrashing around on the
floor, wrestling with the dress that was over her head.  When she finally
got it off, there she was on the floor with these two teenage boys staring
down at her.  Amanda screamed, and moving faster than I think I -(TM)d ever
seen someone move before, she was off the floor and back in the cubicle,
holding the door shut.

   I wasn -(TM)t sure how Mindy and Sharon had managed to keep the boys
occupied until I saw them each hand Sharon a 5 Euro note.  She -(TM)s
definitely going to be a CEO some day.

    -~I -(TM)m really sorry, Amanda, but there was this big spider on you,
and I just had to get it off, -(TM) I explained.  She didn -(TM)t believe
me, of course, but under the circumstances, she wasn -(TM)t about to call
me a liar.

    -~Here, -(TM) I said, handing her three thongs.   -~Put these in the
waist band of your own thong. -(TM)

    -~Why? -(TM) asked Amanda.

    -~Because you -(TM)re stealing them, -(TM) I replied.   -~Now hurry up
and get dressed. -(TM)

   I walked out and found Mindy and Sharon.  Sharon handed me Amanda -(TM)s
coat.  As we had arranged she -(TM)d stuffed a couple pairs of socks and a
bra into the pockets.

    -~Excuse me, -(TM) I said to one of the store clerks.   -~But I found
this coat over there, and I don -(TM)t know who it belongs to.  Maybe there
-(TM)s some kind of identification in the pockets, -(TM) I added handing
her the coat.

   The clerk took the coat, went through the pockets, found the secreted
items, called security, and off they went to the dressing area just as
Amanda was emerging from her cubicle.   -~That -(TM)s my coat, -(TM)
exclaimed Amanda, and the next thing she knew she was being hauled off to
the manager -(TM)s office.   -~It looks like she has something concealed
under her skirt, -(TM) I helpfully noted, as they escorted her by me.

   We waited a few of minutes and then burst into the manager -(TM)s
office. Amanda was standing there in her thong with her skirt around her
ankles.  Her blouse was undone, her bra unsnapped, and her nice round boobs
hanging out.  A female security member was just finishing patting her down
in front of the male manager, a typical over weight, balding, middle aged
man, who probably hadn -(TM)t had this much of a thrill in his entire life.

    -~Please, sir, -(TM) begged Mindy.   -~We -(TM)re all from the same
school, but these two, -(TM) she said, indicating myself and Sharon, 
-~didn -(TM)t know Amanda, here, was undergoing an initiation for the
badminton team.  (We didn -(TM)t have one.) She had to steal those items
you found on her, and we were going to come back and pay for them later. 
See I have the money. -(TM) She held up the 10 Euros, Sharon had gotten off
the boys.

   The Manager seemed a little hesitant about letting Amanda go, and it
looked like he might hold onto us as well.  That -(TM)s when I stepped in.

    -~Really, -(TM) I declared,  -~I don -(TM)t know what it -(TM)s like
around here, but where I come from, if a store manager had an under aged
girl strip searched in front of him, I think he -(TM)d be in big trouble,
or at least he -(TM)d be facing a very big law suit.  We -(TM)ll have to
ask your father, Mindy. -(TM) And then I mentioned her father -(TM)s name.

   That did the trick, but just as Amanda was buttoning up her blouse, in
walked Officer Dick.  The clerk had called the police.   -~Oh, you three,
-(TM) exclaimed Officer Dick, and then turning and seeing Amanda, he
declared:  -~What is it with you girls, that you can -(TM)t keep your
clothes on. -(TM) Poor Amanda was so flustered by his appearance that she
froze, torn between finishing buttoning up her blouse and pulling up her
skirt.

   The Manager said it was just a misunderstanding, and Officer Dick
escorted us out of the store.   -~I don -(TM)t know what was going on in
there, -(TM) he said,  -~but trust me, you don -(TM)t want to see me again
today. -(TM) I think even Amanda got hot watching his tight little butt
moving away from us.

    -~Time for a treat, -(TM) declared Mindy, and we headed off for one of
the local eateries, where students from our school and the two local boys
-(TM) schools usually congregated on Saturday afternoons.  First though we
stopped in a nearby alley, and I made Amanda roll up her skirt, so it was
almost a micro-mini, and remove her thong.  I was loving every minute of
this, and I was so hot, I couldn -(TM)t believe it.

   I picked a table and had Amanda remove her coat.  She could barely move
without flashing the sweet gently curving half-moons of her lower bum.  I
put her in a chair.  I sat down next to her, and Mindy and Sharon sat on
either side, leaving an unobstructed view for a group of boys at the table
right across from us.  Amanda was holding down the front of he skirt with
her hands.   -~Hands on the table, Amanda, dear, -(TM) I ordered.  Amanda
reluctantly placed her hands on the table, pressing her legs tightly
together.   -~Now just relax, -(TM) I told her.   -~You -(TM)re so tense.
You -(TM)ll feel much better if you open your legs a little. -(TM)

    -~Please, no, -(TM) she begged.  I loved the sound of her begging.  It
thrilled me right to my core.

    -~You don -(TM)t want to disobey me, Amanda.  You -(TM)re already in
trouble for this morning.  Don -(TM)t add to your punishment.  Now open
your legs, just a little. -(TM) She moved her legs a few centimeters apart.
 -~That -(TM)s a good girl, -(TM) I congratulated her.   -~Now, doesn
-(TM)t that feel better? -(TM)

    -~No, -(TM) she said glumly.

    -~Oh, I -(TM)m sorry, -(TM) I replied.   -~They -(TM)re probably still
too close together.  Open them up that far again. -(TM)

    -~No, I -(TM)m fine, -(TM) she insisted.

    -~Now, don -(TM)t tell me any fibs, Amanda.  You just open those legs
like I told you. -(TM) Slowly Amanda opened her legs further.  This would
have provided the boys at the table opposite a clear view of her naked
pussy, if only they had been looking, but they were too busy talking
amongst themselves.

   After our sodas came, and a slice of cake for me, I was starting to get
frustrated by the lack of attention the boys were paying to us.  Here was
Amanda on display, and no one was paying any attention.  Fortunately Mindy
took matters into her own hands.   -~Hey! -(TM) cried Mindy,  -~You guys
know what -(TM)s playing at the movie theatre? -(TM) One of the boys swung
around and started to answer before his jaw fell open.

    -~N...not sure, -(TM) the boy stammered.  Then he turned back to the
table, nudged one of his friends, then leaned over the table and whispered
something to the rest of them.  Soon all the boys were sneaking peaks over
at our table, focusing on Amanda -(TM)s naked nethre region.  Amanda was
properly mortified, her cheeks turning bright red.

   Finally one of the older boys sauntered over to our table.   -~Look, I
don -(TM)t mean to be impolite, -(TM) he said looking at Amanda.   -~But
you, uh, might want to adjust how you -(TM)re sitting. -(TM)

   Amanda bolted from her chair and ran to the bathroom.  The boys all
burst out laughing.

    -~Okay, Amanda, -(TM) I said as reassuringly as possible,  -~you can
come out of the stall.  The boys are all gone.  Come on we -(TM)re going to
the movies. -(TM) Following my command, Amanda emerged from the stall.  
-~Just think a movie.  Two whole hours of sitting safely in the dark. -(TM)

   The entry way to the theatre brought you in behind the seats, and we sat
in the very back row.  Everyone else was sitting much closer.

   Once the movie started, I turned to Amanda and asked her to hand me her
skirt.  Moving as little as possible, Amanda slid off her skirt, which I
handed to Mindy.  I let Amanda watch the movie for a few minutes, then I
asked her to give me her blouse.   -~Don -(TM)t be shy, -(TM) I said. 
Nobody can see you in the dark.  Once I had given the blouse to Mindy, I
had to have the bra, and soon Amanda was scrunched down naked in her seat.

   When the movie was almost over, Amanda started begging me to give her
clothes back.   -~All right, -(TM) I said.   -~There -(TM)s a ladies room,
just outside the door to the auditorium, I -(TM)ll give them to you in
there. -(TM)

    -~I can -(TM)t go out there naked, -(TM) she whimpered.

    -~Well, -(TM) I replied, standing up,  -~either you get your clothes
there, or you -(TM)ll be sitting here like that when the lights come up,
and everyone starts filing out. -(TM) Mindy and I then headed off to the
ladies room with Amanda -(TM)s clothes, while Sharon stayed behind.

   According to Sharon, Amanda sat there for a couple of minutes, then
realizing she had no choice, she started inching her way towards the main
aisle, keeping herself below the backs of the seats.  Once she reached the
main aisle she crept towards the exit door, staying as low to the ground as
possible.  When she was about halfway to the door, Sharon stood up, pointed
at her, and screamed,  -~Naked girl! -(TM) Everyone -(TM)s heads whipped
around and Amanda bolted towards the door, her bright white bum glimmering
in the reflected light from the screen.  Pandemonium broke out in the
theatre, and several boys raced up the aisles.  Luckily for Amanda, she was
safely in the ladies room before the boys got out the door.

   Amanda got dressed in one of the stalls, and Mindy warned me that she
was near the breaking point.

    -~All right, -(TM) I said.   -~We -(TM)ll skip the naked jog down the
towpath and go straight to final punishment. -(TM)

    -~Good idea, -(TM) replied Mindy.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 28, THE PARTY -(TM)S OVER

   What can be worse than receiving an over the knee spanking in front of
your peers?  How about a spanking in front of a bunch of kids five to seven
years younger than you?

   There were a dozen of them gathered in Sharon -(TM)s room when we
arrived.  They had all been sworn to secrecy, and since they were all
dependent on Sharon for contraband, who had threatened to cut them all off
in anyone of them blabbed, I was fairly certain I was going to be able to
get away with this.

   I was sitting in Sharon -(TM)s desk chair, and Amanda was standing next
to me her bathrobe hanging off her shoulders, hands bound behind her back,
a ball gag in her mouth, looking out at a sea of prepubescent and early
pubescent girls seated on the floor or on the beds, all staring at her
expectantly.  It was delicious.  I was in no hurry and chit chatted with
the girls, asking them about their families, what they thought about the
school, and those sorts of things.  Truth be told, they weren -(TM)t much
in the mood for idle banter.  They were all ready for the main show, but I
was thoroughly enjoying keeping everyone in a state of anticipation,
especially Amanda.

   Finally, I told Mindy to remove Amanda -(TM)s bathrobe, and she untied
the tie and slipped it off her shoulders.  She was naked underneath, except
for a pair of granny knickers.  The younger girls all giggled and smirked
and pointed at her boobs.  Amanda -(TM)s face was the color of a beet.  
-~Push her knickers down to your knees, -(TM) I said to Sharon.  The girls
were all fascinated, staring at what they were all in the process of
becoming.  Soon they -(TM)d all have boobs of their own (if they weren
-(TM)t like me), hips, bigger bottoms, slightly rounded bellies, and
thicker thighs.

    -~Do you want to touch her?" I asked.  I didn -(TM)t have to ask twice.
Soon they were all gathered around Amanda, touching her breasts, squeezing
her nipples, pinching her bum, rubbing their hands over her naked pussy. 
This was so much better than I had expected.  Then one girl accidentally
tickled her, and Amanda squirmed away.  That -(TM)s all it took, soon a
dozen fingers were tickling her armpits, tummy, bottom, and behind her
knees.  Amanda was squirming and writhing, and finally she fell to the
floor, and the girls all fell on top of her.  After a minute or two, one of
the girls cried out in disbelief.   -~Look.  Look at her pussy. -(TM)
Amanda -(TM)s excitement was clearly visible for all to see.  The girls all
looked at it with horrified fascination.

    -~You disgusting child, -(TM) I screamed at her, imitating the HM.  
-~Now you have to be punished for sure. -(TM) Sharon and Mindy dragged her
to her feet and bent her over my waiting lap (I did not have one hand
underneath), her granny knickers around her ankles.  Her boobs were hanging
down on one side of me, and her pretty little butt was raised slightly up
into the air on the other.

   Mindy had suggested I use a paddle, but I wanted the feel of full
skin-on-skin contact.  I gave her ten quick slaps on each cheek to warm her
up.  Thank you, Mr.  Henderson, you taught me well.  Then I laid into her,
just as he had laid into me.  My hand was soon stinging from the strokes I
was giving her, but I didn -(TM)t mind.  No pain, no gain, as they say.

   After several strokes, I was getting very hot down below, and my
excitement was only added to by the heat that was now emanating from Amanda
and burning into my lap.  I kept at her for several minutes until I was
afraid I was going to orgasm in front of a bunch of ten to twelve year
olds.

   I pushed Amanda off me onto the floor and left her lying there for a few
more minutes.  The girls were all staring at her bright red bottom.  I
could tell that what they were feeling at that moment was one of pure
enjoyment, enjoyment at seeing an older girl suffering from the same
indignity most of them had suffered at one time or another at the hands of
a Senior Girl, Teacher, or the HM herself.

   On our way back to our dorm, Mindy pushed Amanda up against the wall and
said,  -~All right, you -(TM)re free now.  You won -(TM)t be called upon
again.  But if you tell anyone about today, you know what will happen.
-(TM)

   I don -(TM)t know why Mindy had that sudden change of heart, but I was
sorely disappointed we wouldn -(TM)t have Amanda to play with any more.



   BOARDING SCHOOL: Chapter 29, WHAT GOES AROUND

   Amanda didn -(TM)t tell anyone, so it must have been one of the lower
form girls.  Never trust a girl to keep a secret.  At least, whoever it was
didn -(TM)t mention Sharon or Mindy.

   Amanda was standing in the corner when Beth called me into her room. 
Unfortunately for me, Mindy was not around when it happened, otherwise she
might have been able to do something.  But I -(TM)m pretty sure that Beth
had planned it that way.

   Beth told me about he rumor, and I just said;  -~What does Amanda say?
-(TM) Turns out Amanda wasn -(TM)t saying anything.  She just stood in the
corner and stared at the floor, which was enough for Beth to pronounce me
guilty.   -~Obviously you -(TM)ve got her too intimidated to speak, -(TM)
said Beth.   -~I don -(TM)t know what it is you have on her, but it -(TM)s
not going to save you this time. -(TM)

    -~Please, don -(TM)t do anything, -(TM) pleaded Amanda, in that same
whimpering voice she -(TM)d tried on me.  It didn -(TM)t sway Beth any more
than it had me.  The truth is Beth had been out to get me ever since her
confrontation with Mindy earlier in the school year, and now was her
chance, whether she had any real evidence or not.  As far as she was
concerned, all she need was that rumor.

    -~So are you going to bring me up before the punishment court or report
me to the HM? -(TM) I asked.

    -~Neither, -(TM) she replied.   -~You don -(TM)t get of that easy this
time. -(TM)

   Beth gave a signal and her two minions grabbed me, bound my arms,
blindfolded, and gagged me.  I didn -(TM)t even bother to struggle.  I knew
it was pointless, and I didn -(TM)t want to give Beth any further excuse
for beating on me.  With her minions scouting ahead, Beth led me down the
stairs and out in back of the dorm.  I could tell we were moving through
the woods, because she wasn -(TM)t very careful about helping me avoid tree
branches that kept hitting me in the face.  Finally we stopped, and I heard
a door opening.  I was taken inside and plunked down in a chair and my
blindfold removed.  As my eyes started adjusting to the light, I realized
we were probably in some sort of maintenance shed for the school.  There
was an old wood-burning stove in one corner, and someone had gotten a nice
fire going.  At least I won -(TM)t freeze while they -(TM)re whipping my
bum, I thought to myself.  It would have been merciful if that had been my
punishment.

   As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized there were more people
there than Beth and her minions.  There were four other people to be
precise.  Four teenage boys to be even more precise!

    -~Don -(TM)t worry, -(TM) said Beth, noting the sudden fear in my eyes.
 -~They -(TM)re not going to touch you, and you -(TM)re not going to touch
them.  They -(TM)re just here to witness your punishment.  Now I -(TM)m
going to give you a choice.  We can either string you up, strip you, and
whip you, or you can provide us with a little entertainment. -(TM)

   I looked up at the rope that was dangling from a crossbeam in the
ceiling, and then I saw that Mary was holding a rattan cane much like the
one I -(TM)d been introduced to in the fall.  I looked fearfully back at
Beth.

    -~My suggestion, -(TM) Beth continued,  -~is you opt for providing us
with a little entertainment, sort of along the lines of the entertainment
Amanda provided for the lower form girls, only without the spanking.  Here
-(TM)s the deal, I -(TM)m going to turn on some music. -(TM) She switched
on a boom box.   -~And you -(TM)re gong to provide us with a little dance.
You know the kind of dance I mean? -(TM) I was pretty certain I knew.  
-~You know, -(TM) she continued, â ,�˜the kind Salome did for King Herod.
Do you know the story of Salome? -(TM) I knew.   -~And you know what I
-(TM)m going to bet, -(TM) Beth went on,  -~I -(TM)m going to bet by the
time the dance is over, you -(TM)re going to be so worked up, you -(TM)re
going to need some kind of relief.  I mean Salome had to have poor John
-(TM)s head chopped off she was so hot and bothered by the time she was
done.  But, since we have no heads to chop off, I suppose the only way you
-(TM)ll be able to get any relief is to provide it for yourself.  And we
-(TM)re all going to watch. -(TM)

   I couldn -(TM)t believe what I was hearing.  This was not possible. 
This wasn -(TM)t happening.  I -(TM)d have rather been bent over the HM
-(TM)s lap at that very moment, with her finger working away, than where I
was.

    -~Now what -(TM)s it going to be? -(TM) asked Beth, removing the gag
from my mouth.

   I looked at the cane.  I remembered it biting into my bum.  I remembered
the excruciating almost indescribable pain.   -~How many strokes? -(TM) I
asked.

    -~At least ten, -(TM) answered Beth.

    -~I -(TM)ll dance. -(TM)

   The minions untied me.

    -~And no Dorkus dance, -(TM) snapped Beth.   -~I want a real Salome
dance.  I looked over at the boys.  They were already showing evidence of
what Mindy called  -~pup tent -(TM) in their pants.

    -~Oh, God, -(TM) I thought to myself,  -~this can -(TM)t really be
happening. -(TM) But it was.

    -~Let -(TM)s go, -(TM) ordered Beth.

   I started moving to the music, trying to let it fill my body, but the
truth was I could hardly hear it, my ears were filled with the sound of the
pounding of my heart.  I was sort of sliding my feet around on the dirt
floor, swaying my hips and sticking out my boobs â ,� -� what there was of
them.  I turned around and shook my bum.  That got the first whoop out of
the boys.  I started undoing my blouse buttons.   -~Face us, -(TM)
commanded Beth.

   I turned around.  I tried not looking at the boys while I removed my
blouse, but I couldn -(TM)t help myself.  I was like a moth drawn to a
flame.  And the truth was I was starting to get a little hot down there.  
-~Good, -(TM) I though to myself,  -~that may shorten the next part of the
ordeal. -(TM) I slipped off my shoes and pulled off my socks.  For some
reason I started twirling one of them around my head and threw it to the
boys.  I must have seen something like that in a movie.  They all went a
little nuts over a sock.  One of them placed it over his nose and inhaled
deeply and then feigned fainting.

   I started to prepare to remove my skirt, realizing that in just a minute
or so, I was going to be prancing around in my underwear, and in a couple
of minutes after that, it was going to be even worse, and a couple more
minutes after that, it was going to be even worser.  I wanted to cry.  I
wanted to beg for mercy.  But I knew there was no point, and at the very
least, I could deprive them of that satisfaction.

   As I lowered my skirt to the cheering of the boys, I looked over at
Beth, standing there like the Queen Bee she was.  And as I looked into her
eyes, I realized, I realized that she was all I aspired to be.  What I had
done to Amanda?  Why I was just an amateur compared to Beth.  She was light
years ahead of me, both in imagination and daring.  I actually kind of
admired her for that.  She was good, real good.  And for some reason,
realizing all of that started to make me really hot.  I really started to
hear the music, and it really started filling me up, and I really started
dancing, and the boys really started going crazy.

   I unhooked the front of my bra.  I knew I didn -(TM)t have much to look
at, but they didn -(TM)t care, looking was all that counted.  I teased
them, sort of flashing one boob and then the other.  I let the straps slip
down off my shoulders, and then with a  -~whoops -(TM) look on my face, I
let it fall to the floor like it was an accident.  I thrust out my meager
chest and shook my arms.

   Okay, time for the grand finale, I thought to myself.  I turned my back
on the boys, stuck out my bum, hooked my thumbs though the side elastic on
my knickers, and started to lower them down.  I brought the waistband down
to just above my crack and then hoisted them up again.  I did that several
times, then straightened up and just danced in place for a little bit,
shaking my bum at them.   -~Come on.  Come on. -(TM) They were yelling.

   Once again I stuck out my bum.  This time I brought the knickers down
just far enough to reveal the moon of my bum.  I kept them there while I
swished it back and forth.  Finally I straightened up, pushed me knickers
down as far as I could without bending over and let them fall to the floor.
Stepping out of them, I raised my hands above my head and moving my arms up
and down, started to turn around.  I was ready to face the music.  The boys
were totally beside themselves, especially when they saw my naked pussy.  I
had them completely under my spell.  It was just like it had been with
Viktor, and I realized I could probably have made them do anything, just
for a chance to simply touch me somewhere, anywhere.  Sharon had been
right, this was liberating.

   I could tell from the look on Beth -(TM)s face she knew what was going
through my head.  She knew instinctively that in some sense, I -(TM)d won
this round.  She didn -(TM)t care.  We both knew what was coming next.  And
if that didn -(TM)t work, she had an ace up her sleeve I didn -(TM)t know
about.

   When she turned off the music, I felt more exposed than I had before. 
The music had been like the masks in the store.  It had provided some kind
of protection.  Now I was just standing there naked with nothing to do, and
with four drooling guys staring at me.  Still I was determined not to give
in to my sense of humiliation, my sense of shame, or my sense of fear.

   Sitting up on a workbench, my legs spread wide apart, I tried very hard
just to focus on the matter at hand, so to speak.  I would like to have
shut my eyes, but Beth had said unless I wanted a taste of the cane, I
-(TM)d better keep them open and up.  Up being into the faces of the boys.
-~All right, -(TM) I thought to myself,  -~show time. -(TM)

   I began by rubbing my breasts, tweaking my nipples gently until they
were good and firm.  Then I slid my hand down over my belly and started
massaging the area around my clit.  I didn -(TM)t really have to worry
about looking into the boys -(TM) eyes as it turned out, because they
certainly weren -(TM)t looking at mine.  I wasn -(TM)t sure how many of
them had seen a girl their own age up close and naked, but I was pretty
sure they -(TM)d never seen one doing what I was doing.

   I parted my lips with my fingers and slipped one inside.  Not
surprisingly, I guess, I was really wet.  It didn -(TM)t take long after
that.  It wasn -(TM)t a major orgasm, but I played it for all it was worth.
I didn -(TM)t want to have to go again, which is what Beth had threatened
me with if she thought I was faking.

   Looking up at her, I realized she still wasn -(TM)t satisfied. 
Certainly I wasn -(TM)t thrilled by what I -(TM)d been forced to do, but I
hadn -(TM)t cracked.  I hadn -(TM)t cried, and I hadn -(TM)t begged, and at
times I had even seemed to be enjoying it.  And maybe I was?

    -~Tie her to the chair, -(TM) ordered Beth.

   What was this?  I thought my ordeal was over.  I -(TM)d done everything
I -(TM)d been told to do.  But Beth was about to play her ace.

   If you ever want to shame a girl, if you ever want to totally humiliate
her, make her an object of derision, you can do what the French did to the
women they accused of collaboration after World War II.  You cut off her
hair.  That was a secret Sharon knew, and Beth knew it too.

   Now I was crying.  Now I was pleading.  Now I was begging.  But snip,
snip, snip off it came.  Beth had finally figured out how to get me.  God
she was good.