The LaSalle Academy
by Adam Hall
hall2226@hotmail.com
copyright 2002 by Adam Hall, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains
explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors.
If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view
such material or if such material does not appeal to
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It is a bright autumn morning. Two elegant ladies are
taking tea in a tastefully furnished study. The first
lady wears traditional academic dress of gown and mortar
board. The second lady is dressed in a smart suit.
The first lady speaks.
"Good morning Mrs Boston, and welcome to The LaSalle
Academy. I am not going to run through everything this
morning because you have already seen our brochure.
However, I think a brief introduction would be
appropriate."
"You are of course aware that the LaSalle is an unusual
establishment. Each year we offer instruction to a
selective and very small group of young boys. We have one
class per year and this of only six young gentlemen. All
our boys are aged between twelve and fourteen years.
"In their year with us the boys receive, as far as this
is possible, a normal education. They will not be
academically disadvantaged when they leave us to continue
their studies in the mainstream system. In fact, because
of the very low staff to pupil ratio and the disciplinary
regime at the LaSalle, most boys find the year with us
puts them considerably ahead of their contemporaries."
"However, as you know, the primary object of our
establishment is to teach the boys lessons of a quite
different nature."
"We take only boys who have displayed natural tendencies
toward sexual submissiveness - masochistic inclinations -
and fetishism. We take the boys' inclinations and develop
them to the point where these are confirmed as the
dominant sexual theme in their lives. When he completes
his year at the LaSalle a boy will be ready to return to
his household as a genuine submissive. We produce boys
who enjoy their subservient position."
"You will appreciate that such an education requires
expert instruction. I am fortunate to have two excellent
Mistresses to assist me in the training: Mrs Janine Hart
and Mrs Stella Thompson. Both are mature ladies like
myself and have a natural aptitude for this type of work.
Both have been teaching at the Academy for over six
years. As you will see, between us we have designed a
curriculum and modus operandi which, though I hate to
sound smug, has proven highly effective in producing boys
of the required persuasion. Since we started ten years
ago we have not had a boy who has failed to 'graduate'."
"As there are three of us and six pupils we alternate in
the classroom. One of us will teach the main class of
four while the other two will take pupils for individual
tuition. I shall explain the different facets of the
curriculum as we go round the Academy."
"As you will see when we look around, the school is
designed and run along very traditional lines. The main
classroom has a blackboard and the boys sit at wooden
desks facing the front. The teacher sits at her desk on a
raised dais.
The boys wear uniform. This consists of a short white
shirt with starched high collar and tie, white ankle
socks and black lace up shoes. They do not, as you will
see, wear any underclothing or trousers. This relative
state of undress is useful in two ways. Firstly, the
teacher can see immediately when a boy is aroused, which
is particularly important in class. And secondly, the
boys' bottoms are available at all times for punishment,
which, as you will appreciate, needs to be administered
regularly."
"The Mistresses wear fetish costume. For a normal class I
wear a silk, high necked blouse, a calf-length black
skirt in latex or leather, black seamed stockings and
black stiletto heels. I also wear a black latex
schoolmistress' gown, mortar board and shoulder length
black latex gloves. Mrs Hart and Mrs Thompson wear
similar outfits. And, of course, Mistresses carry a cane
at all times.
"Now, Mrs Boston..."
"Please call me Elaine."
"Elaine, let me see, you said your nephew David is
twelve?"
"Thirteen in November."
Excellent. I like to have a boy early. It makes things
that much easier and the instruction more permanent.
Might I ask you what signs he has shown?"
"Certainly. Recently I have begun to find magazines in
his bedroom and David has also been in my wardrobe.
However, my reason for enrolling David for the coming
term is that he has started to masturbate excessively. I
decided I needed to nip this in the bud and take the
opportunity to channel David's sexual drive in a more
productive direction, namely my own satisfaction."
"A very enlightened attitude if I may say so Elaine. At
the LaSalle we endeavour to bring masturbation under
control in the boy's first few weeks. However, we do not
control masturbation by stopping it entirely.
Masturbation is a very important element in the pleasure
- pain relationship. We use sexual release a great deal.
However, we teach the boy that relief is to be enjoyed
only when Mistress allows it, the vital point don't you
agree Elaine?"
"Precisely Victoria."
"And I see that you will be taking your nephew as your
houseboy and sex slave after his year with us?"
"Yes. I've put him down for all the classes in
cunnilingus."
"Excellent. I also see you are going to be staying with
us for the last month of the final term to take advantage
of our "Advanced Ownership Programme." Very wise. You
would be amazed how many ladies are completely unable to
manage their boy once he gets home. They are unused to
exercising absolute authority. The whole patterning of
the boy can be undone if one is not careful."
"I don't think there is any danger of that with me
Victoria."
"Good, I thought not .Very well, unless there is
anything else I suggest we take a look at the school."
Victoria takes her cane and the two women leave the room.
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The Academy is all dark wood and high ceilings.
Victoria's stiletto heels echo on the oak flooring.
Eventually the two ladies come to a door and enter the
main classroom.
The room is large but contains only six desks for the
pupils, a teacher's high desk, a blackboard and an
upright "punishment" chair. The high ceiling gives a
nineteenth century feel to the room and this is
compounded by the small windows through which the morning
sun sends shafts of light. The smell is of chalk dust and
polished wood.
Four boys are seated at their desks writing in their
exercise books. The fifth is across Mrs Thompson's latex
skirt, his white buttocks showing the signs of a spanking
in progress. Stella Thompson's shiny rubber gloved hand
pauses in its work.
As Victoria and Elaine enter the classroom the scholars
rise from their work and stand to attention. Elaine
notices that two boys have pronounced erections. The
young gentleman across Stella's lap does not stir.
"Do continue Stella," says Mrs LaSalle. "You may be
seated boys."
The class has barely settled when we hear the sound of a
latex glove coming down on flesh once, twice and then a
third time. Stella informs the boy that he may remove
himself from her lap. He does so. The boy immediately
kneels at Stella's feet and begins to kiss her black
patent leather high heeled mules.
"Thank you for my discipline Madam" says the boy, eyes
still on the shoes of his teacher.
"Return to your desk William." says Stella, "And do not
let me see you playing with yourself again or I shall
have to see you in my study after tea." The boy returns
to his desk.
Stella rearranges her rubber skirt. She stands to speak
to Elaine and Victoria. "Good morning Mrs Boston and
welcome to our morning class. We are learning algebra
this morning though, as you have just witnessed, I am
afraid that some boys are in need of a little
encouragement to concentrate on their studies."
Elaine isn't surprised that the boys are having trouble
with their concentration. Stella Thompson is a stunningly
attractive woman. She is also dressed to provoke the very
response she has been punishing. A shapely brunette,
beneath her schoolmistress gown Stella is wearing a tight
leather corset above which rise her magnificent, firm
breasts. Her calf length latex skirt is of the shiniest
black rubber, and the ensemble is completed by full-
length latex gloves, black seamed stockings and the black
patent mules with five inch stiletto heels that have been
the object of Master William's recent devotion.
"Please do not interrupt the class on my account," says
Elaine, a broad smile on her face. "I'm only too pleased
to see such high standards of discipline. It's so rare to
find a school that takes good manners so seriously."
"We try Mrs Boston. We try. In fact if you would like to
see a punishment perhaps you could stay for a few
minutes."
Gladly Mrs Thompson, please go ahead."
"Simon, I should like you here please." The clipped tones
summon a rather slight looking boy from his desk.
However, in one respect this boy is far from slight. His
erect penis is at least six inches long.
Stella resumes her position in the punishment chair.
The small boy makes his way to the front of the classroom
and Mrs Thompson.
"On your knees Simon. Kiss my high heels please."
The boy immediately kneels and presses his lips to the
shiny black leather of Stella's high heeled mules.
"Stand up Simon. Mmm .I see I shall have to put you into
a sheath for your spanking." Stella talks to the boy as
if he is a toddler. She takes a fresh condom and, taking
care not to soil her beautiful gloves, rolls it expertly
down the boy's erect penis.
"Come along Master Simon, across my knee please." The boy
places himself across Stella's knee with a grace that
comes from weeks of experience. Stella adjusts her own
position, pushes the lad's head down which raises his
bottom slightly. Mrs Thompson is ready to begin the
spanking. "Now Simon, Mrs Boston has come to look over
the school this morning to see whether it might be
suitable for her nephew. I'd like you to show her how a
well behaved young gentleman takes a spanking. So, no
wriggling Master Simon and no squealing."
"You understand why you are being spanked don't you
Simon?"
"Yes Madam. I was looking at your high heels and playing
with myself under my desk. I was being naughty Madam."
"Indeed you were, and naughty boys need to be spanked,
don't they?"
"Yes Madam."
"Being aroused by my high heels is one thing. It is quite
acceptable to find Madam's shoes sexually stimulating.
What is not acceptable, without Madam's express
permission, is rubbing yourself, pleasuring yourself.
Such behaviour, Master Simon, is very naughty and needs
to be punished."
Stella turns to Mrs Boston. "Before I spank a boy I
always make sure that he understands precisely why he is
being punished. Simon here has been masturbating. Every
time I catch a boy masturbating I discipline him. This
will not prevent the boy from masturbating. At the
LaSalle we encourage them to masturbate. At their age
the boys cannot control their sexual impulses. But they
can learn that sexual pleasure comes at a price. In this
instance, and in many others, a few furtive fingerings
under his desk will cost young Simon a session across my
knee and a very sore bottom. By the end of their time
with us each boy will be unable to dissociate the
pleasure of orgasm from the pain of corporal punishment."
"And now Master Simon, to your spanking."
Stella sets to her task, her gloved palm cracking
rhythmically against the boy's bare flesh. Gradually
Simon's bottom grows pink and then red and then finally a
mottled red. The boy neither flinches nor utters a sound.
Elaine watches entranced as Stella keeps up an
unremitting series of blows. Five minutes, ten minutes,
fifteen.....This is a spanking administered by an expert,
a professional. Stella's face is kind, she is smiling,
she clearly enjoys spanking her boys and knows that they
are never happier than when they are across her knee.
Stella will perhaps give ten or twelve spankings in an
average day and she will take pleasure in every one.
Finally the rain of blows comes to an end. The room
becomes strangely silent. Stella strokes Simon's red
bottom with her gloved hand.
"Now isn't that better Simon. Don't you feel better now
that Madam Stella has spanked you?"
"Yes Madam. Thank you for spanking me Madam" Simon
remains immobile across Stella's lap.
"Perhaps Madam Stella won't need to spank you again
today. But if you are naughty, if I catch you playing
with yourself, ogling Madam's breasts or her legs, I
shall have you across my knee again. You know that don't
you?"
"Yes Madam."
"Very well then, you may return to your desk. And keep
your sheath on for the moment."
Simon slowly levers himself onto his feet, his penis
still hard, and crawls round to face Stella. His lips
seek and kiss the black sheen of her mules. "Thank you
for spanking me Madam."
"I can honestly say, Simon, it was a pleasure." Stella
turns again to Elaine. "Simon is coming along very well.
As you can see he is very appreciative of the teaching."
Victoria takes Elaine gently by the arm. "Let me show
you the various specialist rooms we use for individual
tuition. I think you will find them interesting."
As Elaine turns to leave the room she hears Stella once
again. "Stephen, I have marked your homework from last
night. It is very unsatisfactory. I'd like you over my
knee please. Perhaps a taste of my strap will encourage
you to pay a little more attention to your studies."
The class continues.........
******
Elaine does not quite know how to react to the scene she
has just witnessed. She was under no illusion as to the
nature of the LaSalle but somehow the reality of it all
is a little difficult to take in. That such an
establishment could exist, discreetly, in New England, in
the twentieth century. Quite breathtaking.
Victoria, who has seen this reaction many times, smiles
quietly to herself as she escorts her visitor along the
corridor.
Eventually the two ladies come to a large notice board.
There are various documents displayed, including a large
timetable. Victoria scans this, looking for the
whereabouts of the other Mistress, Janine Hart.
"Janine will be in ...... the Dressing Room with Master
Nigel. Let us pay a visit."
The corridor winds round the building with many rooms
leading off it. At last Victoria comes to a halt in front
of a large door, knocks and enters.
The Dressing Room is a very different sort of classroom.
It is a large space, carpeted and furnished in the style
of a lady's boudoir. Mrs Hart is standing in the middle
of the room admiring herself in a full length mirror. She
is older than Stella Thompson, Elaine guesses early
fifties but with a good figure. Janine's collar length
hair is grey, which lends her a rather matronly air. She
is dressed in a short red rubber housecoat, open at the
front to reveal her firm breasts. Janine's only other
attire consists of red rubber panties, full length red
latex gloves and red patent high heeled thigh boots. In
one gloved hand she is holding a leash attached to a
collar worn by Master Nigel Reed. He is completely naked
and on his knees, busily shining her boots with a pink
velvet cloth. In her other hand Mrs Hart is holding her
cane.
Janine, this is Elaine Boston. Her nephew is joining us
next term."
" Mrs Boston, how nice to meet you," says Mrs Hart. "You
will excuse me for not shaking your hand. I have Master
Nigel on the leash. We are doing a little boot cleaning
aren't we Nigel?"
"Yes Madam." Nigel does not lift his head as he replies.
The whole of his attention is focused on shining Janine's
already gleaming red boots.
"This room is what we call the Dressing Room, Elaine,"
explains Victoria. "It's where we teach the boys
"personal service": how to dress a Lady, how to attach
stockings to a garter belt, how to care for latex skirts
and gloves, how to help Mistress into her brassiere. We
teach him how to light Mistress' cigarette, how to
varnish her nails, the correct way to polish Mistress'
shoes and boots, in short how to be a well behaved and
obedient page boy. As you can see, for this intimate
instruction we believe it essential to keep the boy naked
and on a collar and leash."
"Through that door," Victoria gestures to the far end of
the room, "are the facilities we use to educate the boys
how to pleasure Mistress. They are taught how to perform
cunnilingus, analingus and foot and nipple stimulation.
When you spend your month with us you will have ample
opportunity to teach young David precisely how you wish
to be aroused and satisfied."
Victoria looks down at the pupil hard at work on Janine's
boots. "How long has Master Nigel been polishing your
boots Mrs Hart? Twenty minutes?"
"Yes Mrs LaSalle", says Janine. "I agree. A rather
unsatisfactory effort, particularly after our lesson
yesterday. We spent a good forty minutes on heel shining.
I shall see if a taste of my strap cannot bring about
some improvement. Come over here to the punishment chair
please Master Nigel."
Nigel stands and Elaine is pleased to see another firm
erection, this time one already clad in a sheath.
Janine, taking Nigel on his leash, moves to a straight
backed chair, one of these seems to grace every room, and
takes a red leather strap from a nearby table. She sits
down, smoothing her gloves and flexing the strap. Nigel
follows, still on his leash, and kneels before her,
tenderly kisses each boot in turn and is commanded to
rise. His eyes are still cast down.
"Now, young Nigel," says Janine. "Why is Madam going to
give you the strap?"
"Because I haven't cleaned your boots properly Madam."
"Indeed not." Janine looks at her boots, which, by any
standards, are spotlessly shiny. However, both Janine and
her young charge are aware that the cleanliness of her
boots is irrelevant. It is the custom at the LaSalle for
each boy to be punished at least once in every lesson.
Janine has decided that Nigel requires a taste of her
strap.
"I shall have you over my knee child." Janine firmly
takes the young boy and guides him across her lap.
Nigel's erection is positioned between the tops of her
leather thigh boots and his bottom, already pink from a
spanking administered by Victoria earlier in the day,
sits plump and inviting.
"Look at my boots as I give you the strap." Janine turns
to Victoria and Elaine and smiles. "I should like you to
think about your inadequacies and how you might improve
your service."
STRAP!
Elaine sees the young boy shudder as the red leather
strap cracks against his bottom. Even from this single
stroke a red outline is visible against the white flesh.
STRAP!
STRAP!
STRAP!
"Yes. This is working," says Janine. "Madam's strap is
helping you isn't it boy? I think you need the strap
don't you? Look at my boots Nigel, aren't you ashamed of
yourself? Tomorrow we shall see if you can give them a
proper shine."
STRAP!
STRAP!
"Aaah!" A muted cry comes from below as the strap begins
to bite.
"Good, you are starting to learn. Madam's strap is
beginning to do its work."
Janine turns to Elaine. "Your nephew will be joining us
for the next winter term?"
STRAP!
"Yes, David will arrive in September."
"I remember your application. Have you made any progress
with him since May?"
STRAP!
STRAP!
"A little," replies Elaine. "I have spanked him several
times and I know from his drawings that he has
masochistic tendencies. However, as yet he has not had an
erection during punishment. David is well behind your
boys."
"Do you wear fetish costume when you spank him?" asked
Janine.
"Not really. Nothing as explicit as you seem to wear."
"I think perhaps you should experiment before your nephew
starts with us. We find that fetish and glamourwear are
essential elements in developing the required sexual
response in a boy. Don't you agree Victoria?"
"I do." replied Victoria. "In fact Elaine and I had a
discussion along similar lines when we spoke on the
telephone to arrange this visit. I think you have already
purchased some items."
"Yes, I have bought a neglig‚e, a leather corset, several
pairs of stockings and heels and a pair of long leather
gloves. I have also purchased a dog whip and a nice
leather strap. Not that I intend using the whip on David,
you understand, it would be far too severe. However, I'm
sure the sight of it will have the required effect. My
preferred form of punishment and, I am glad to see your
own, is spanking and strapping.
"I intend to "ground" David for an entire weekend soon
after I return and introduce him to my new regime. Since
I know David has a strong fetish for high heels I have
bought several pairs, including a pair of black mules
with five inch stiletto heels. David is going to become
my high heel page boy. I'll have him naked apart from a
little bow tie and take a week or so to teach him how to
polish my mules with his tongue."
STRAP!
"I see you are a natural Mistress, Elaine."