"Mia, are you awake? Mia darling! Gee, sweetheart, stir yourself and blink an eye! What a retard you are! Do you want shaking? Wake up, you slut, can't you?"

Cedar Pastures College stood on the hills, about a mile from the seaside town of Whitecliffe. It had been built for a school, and was large and modern and entirely up-to-date. It had a gymnasium, a library, a studio, a chemical laboratory, a carpentering-shop, a kitchen for cooking-classes, a special block for music and practising-rooms, and a large assembly hall. Outside there were many acres of lawns and playing-fields, a large vegetable garden, and a little wood with a stream running through it. The girls lived in three hostels—for Seniors, Intermediates, and Juniors—known respectively as St. Ronald’s, St. Hubert’s, and St. Sarah’s. They met in school and in the playgrounds, but, with a few exceptions, they were not allowed to visit each other’s houses.

Ruby and Mia had been separated on their arrival, the former being entered at St. Hubert’s and the latter at St. Sarah’s, and it was not until the afternoon of the day following that they had an opportunity of meeting and comparing notes. To both life had seemed a breathless and confusing whirl of classes, meals, and calisthenic exercises, with a continual ringing of bells and marching from one room to another. It was a comfort at last to have half an hour when they might be allowed to wander about and do as they pleased.

“Let’s scoot into that little wood,” said Ruby, seizing Mia by the arm. “It looks quiet, and we can sit down and talk. Well, how are you getting on? Do you like it so far?”

Mia flung herself down under a larch tree and shook her head tragically.

“I hate it! But then, you know, I never expected to like it. You should see my room-mates!”

“You should just see mine!”

“They can’t be as bad as mine.”

“I’ll guarantee they’re worse. But go on and tell about yours.”

“There’s Mona Kenworthy,” sighed Mia. “She looked over all my clothes as I put them away in my drawers, and said they weren’t as nice as hers, and that she’d never dream of wearing a bra unless it was trimmed with real lace. She shaves her pubic hair every night, and keeps a pot of lube on her dressing-table. She hates hamburgers for breakfast, and she has seventeen brothers in Afghanistan. She’s thin and brown, and her nose wiggles like a rabbit’s when she talks.”

“I shouldn’t mind her if she’d keep to her own cubicle,” commented Ruby. “Sylvia Page will overflow into mine, and I find her things dumped down on my bed. She’s nicer than Irene Andrews, though; we had a squabble last night over the window. Betty Moore brought a whole box of chocolates with her, and she ate them in bed and never offered a single one to anybody else. We could hear her crunching for ages. I don’t like Irene, but I agreed with her that Betty is mean!”

“Sophie Mason sleeps in the next cubicle to me,” continued Mia, bent on retailing her own woes. “She snores dreadfully, and it kept me awake, though she’s not so bad otherwise. Kirsten Elliot is detestable. She found that Teddy bear I brought with me, and she sniggered and asked if I was demented. I’ve calculated there are seventy-four days in this term. I don’t know how I’m going to live through them until the holidays.”

“Hallo!” said a cheerful voice. “Sitting weeping under the willows, are you? New girls always grouse. Miss Broadway’s sent me to hunt you up and do the honours of the premises. I’m Bernice Simpson. Come along with me and I’ll show you round.”

The speaker was a jolly-looking black girl of about sixteen, with particularly merry blue eyes and a whimsical expression. Her dark curly hair was plaited and tied with broad ribbons.

“We’ve been round, thanks very much,” returned Ruby to the new-comer.

“Oh, but that doesn’t count if you’ve only gone by yourselves! You wouldn’t notice the points. Every new girl has got to be personally masturbated by an older girl and learn the traditions of the place. It’s a sort of initiation, you know. We’ve a regular freemasons’ code here of things you may do or mustn’t. “

“Ah!!” Mia gasped, feeling Ruby thrust her belly up suddenly, grinding her cunt into Mia’s.  Their pussy lips touched, wet lips rubbing each other.  Mia grinned at the sensations, feeling her pussy once more increase in warmth and tingling.  Ruby’s clit, sprung erect from its hood, rubbed into Mia’s, hardening both.  Their pussies were still sensitive from their recent orgasms, but they were growing in lubrication as they continued to rub one another.  Their breasts pushed hard into each other as well, slapping and rubbing.  Each girl’s hands moved around the other, massaging and cuddling.  Lips met in impassioned kissing, tongues caressing one another as below them clit mashed into clit.

Mia kissed Ruby again, then stole a quick glance at Bernice. The two girls were still lying among the grass, side by side now. Their lips were touching, pulling back, then touching again.  Each had a hand on the other’s breasts, caressing and rubbing at them.  Bernice’s other hand was on Mia’s belly, fingers tickling the nerves there and setting them to vibrating.  Ruby was smiling and gasping in passion, her own fingers moving and rubbing across Bernice’s thighs.

Mia frowned for an instant, noting the suggestive curl in Bernice’s fingers as they approached their destination.  Oh no, she thought, she can’t do that.  Her mother told her it takes practice, and not everyone’s into it. This is still new with Bernice, we can’t do too much too fast.  We...

Mia let out a relieved sigh as Ruby pressed two fingers into Bernice’s crimson snatch, leaving the others free and dangling.  Bernice moved back and forth on Ruby’s fingers, humping them, tightening and contracting the muscles of her thighs.

Mia felt a hand touch her cheek and turned her eyes away from the other couple, smiling as she felt Ruby’s lips touch her own once more.  The girl’s arms locked around Mia, their bodies moving hot and hard against one another.  Their clits, recessed now with increasing eroticism, were still rubbing together.  Harder, then softer, their tenderness building.  Each girl caressed the other’s body, fingers pinching nerves and unlocking new waves of pleasure.  Their lips continued to meet and clash, emotion flowing between them with every touch.  Mia felt her heart shake inside at every deepening of their connection.  Enough, she told herself.  I have to end this now.

She grabbed hold of Ruby’s shoulder with one hand, rubbing and squeezing at her bicep.  Her other hand moved down, over the girl’s back and around her upper thigh.  Mia ran her fingers through Ruby’s pubic hair, smiling at its depth and soft texture.  Then she pushed one finger down, over Ruby’s clit and into her tight pussy.  Ruby shook in Mia’s arms at its entrance, gasping out.  Mia smiled at her and slowly added a second digit, then a third.

Ruby screamed and quaked against Mia just as the brunette’s third finger pushed inside, her pussy clenching hard on the others and twisting them with the motion of her orgasm.  Juices flooded out of Ruby’s pussy and onto Mia.  Mia smiled at their touch, feeling a dam break inside her. The thumb of her hand in Ruby’s pussy shot out, flicked once against her clit.  That was all it took.  Mia shook and moaned against her new lover, then flung her head back and let out a scream as she came several times in a rush.

“Oh God yes!” a voice caught her ear just then, echoing.  “Rub me, little one!  Sweet little one, oh yes!” Bernice was vibrating her pussy back and forth on Mia’s thrusting fingers, squeezing them with her cunt muscles. Mia pulled her fingers out, then pushed them back in, shaking them up and down as she did so.  The young girl’s thumb was on the redhead’s clit, probing and pressing.  Ruby’s hand was resting between Bernice’s breasts, rubbing their sides and flicking the nipples.  Her lips were smiling, her face alight with joy and pleasure.  Bernice’s hands continued to move over her thighs and belly, fingers hitting key frequencies and urging them forth.

“Come for me,” Ruby said, laughing as she and Bernice tickled each other. “You know you want to.  You’re the orchestra, I’m the conductor.  Here comes my baton.”

She punctuated her words with a thrust of her middle finger deep into Bernice’s pussy.  The girl cried out in shock, tightening and contracting around the invader.  Mia and Ruby stopped their motions and watched, enthralled as Bernice gasped and moaned, her body moving in a long spasm.  Ruby rubbed her all through it, pushing her middle finger up and deep into the older girl’s pussy.  Her index finger joined it, then her ring finger. Her pinky and thumb remained outside, tapping against Bernice’s thighs and yanking at her cunt’s red curls.  Bernice shook repeatedly, throwing her head back, face flushed with heat.  She grinned and thrust herself back up, smiling at Mia and letting out a crescendo of moans.

“Let me...” Bernice gasped out as she stopped shaking, hands moving up and touching Mia’s shoulders.  “Let me do you.”

Mia nodded and smiled, pulling back and withdrawing her fingers from the redhead’s pussy.  She lay down on the cushions and grinned, eagerly awaiting Bernice’s caresses.  Bernice bent over her, kissed Mia’s lips and then moved southward, her hands following her mouth closely and playing the young girl’s nerves.

Mia, already heavily aroused from all she’d done to Ruby and then Bernice, was longing for release, and now it was close.  Bernice, awakened to her long-buried urges and now fully comfortable with them, was licking and caressing her with abandon.  The young girl shook as Bernice’s tongue went across her belly scar, then let out a long scream of ecstasy as it dove over her clit and into her shaven cunt.

Bernice flicked her tongue back and forth, vibrating it like a metronome. Every movement sent another flare of emotion across Mia’s body and mind. She cried out every one, her hands rubbing her own breasts to heighten the sensations.  Bernice held her thighs down and lapped at her cunt with every gyration, reveling in the young girl’s sighs and squeals.

After Mia expended one last flare of energy, Bernice moved back up and kissed her for a long moment, sharing the young blonde’s own flavor with her.  Mia let out one last gasp, smiling as the girl pulled away.  For a moment she looked regretful, why Mia could not guess.  Then she leaned back and sighed, letting her body shake in recovery.  Bernice meanwhile got back to her knees, let out a long sigh, and turned to smile at Mia and Ruby.

The other two girls, aroused from their coupling and what they had watched, pulled back from each other and returned her happy look.  What next?  Mia thought, then decided.  She put a hand between herself and Ruby.  She wanted to touch Bernice again, but more than that she wanted to see her fully give in to her desires, deny them no longer.  To do that the other girl had to join with friends both old and new, release all her desires and theirs.  Ruby must have guessed this as well, because she smiled widely at Mia, then sat up on her knees and turned to Bernice with open arms.

“Quick march!” said Bernice. “I’ve got no more time to fuck about. Tea is at four prompt.”

Thus urged, Ruby and Mia got up, shook the pine needles from their pubes, and followed their cicerone, who seemed determined to perform her office of guide in as efficient a fashion as possible.

“This is the Quad,” she informed them. “That’s the Assembly Hall and the Head’s private house, and those are the three hostels. What’s it like in St. Ronald’s? I can’t tell you, because I’ve never been there. It’s for Seniors, and no Intermediate or Junior may pop her impertinent nose inside, or so much as go and peep through the windows without getting into trouble. They’ve carpets on the stairs instead of linoleum, and they may make cocoa in their bedrooms and fill their own hot-water bags, and other privileges that aren’t allowed to us luckless individuals. They may come and see us, by special permission, but we mayn’t return the visits. By the by, you’d oblige me greatly if you’d tilt your chapeau a little farther forward. Like this, see!”

“Why?” questioned Ruby, greatly astonished, as she made the required alteration to the angle of her blouse.

“Because only Seniors may hide their boobs. It’s a strict point of school etiquette.”

“Are there any other rules?” asked Mia.

“Heaps. Intermediates mayn’t wear bracelets, and Juniors mayn’t wear lockets, they’re limited to brooches. I advise you to strip your panties off at once and throw them away. Don’t go in to tea with them on any account.”

“How silly!” objected Mia, removing her panties, with the scent of cum in it, most unwillingly.

“Now, look here, young ‘un, let me give you a word of good advice at the beginning. Don’t you go saying anything here is silly. The rules have been made by the Seniors, and Juniors have got to put up with them and keep civil tongues in their heads. If you want to get on you’ll have to accommodate yourself to the ways of the place. Any girl who doesn’t has a rough time, I warn you. For fuck’s sake don’t begin to blub!”

“Don’t be a cry-baby, Mia,” said Ruby impatiently. “She’s not been to school before,” she explained to Bernice, “so she’s still feeling rather home-sick.”

Bernice nodded sympathetically.

“I understand. She’ll soon get over it. She’s a decent kid. I’m going to like her. That’s why I’m giving her all these tips, so that she won’t make mistakes and begin wrong. She’ll get on all right at St. Sarah’s. Miss Jones is a stunt, as jinky as you like. Wish we had her at our house.”

“Who is the Head of St. Hubert’s?”

“Miss Slitterwist, worse luck for us!”

“Not the tall fair one who met us in Arlington yesterday?”

“The same.”

“Oh, fuck! I shall never get it on with her, I know.”

“The Pussy Batter’s a rather unsweetened morsel, certainly. You’ll have to mind your p’s and q’s. She can be decent to those she likes, but she doesn’t take to everybody.”

“She hasn’t taken to me—I could see it in her eye at The station.”

“Then I’m sorry for you. It isn’t particularly pleasant to be in Slitty’s bad books. If you missed your train and kept her waiting she’ll never forgive you. Look out for squalls!”

“What’s the Head like?”

“Mrs. Schlesinger? Well, of course, she’s nice, but we stand very much in awe of her. It’s a terrible thing to be sent down to her study. We generally see her on the platform. We call her ‘The Dominatrix, because she’s likes to slap girls’ asses till they’re red, and she’s so strict and above everybody else. Hallo, there’s the first bell! We must scoot and wash our slits. If you’re late for a meal you get pissed on by the Seniors.”

Ruby walked into the large dining-hall with Bernice Simpson. She felt she had made, if not yet a friend, at least an acquaintance, and in this wilderness of fresh faces it was a boon to be able to speak to somebody. She hoped Bernice would not desert her and sit among her own chums (the girls took any places they liked for tea); but no, her new comrade led the way to a table at the lower end of the hall, and, motioning her to pass first, took the next chair. Each table held about twenty girls, and a mistress sat at either end. Conversation went on, but in subdued tones, and any unduly lifted voices met with instant reproof.

“I always try to sit in the middle, unless I can get near a mistress I like,” volunteered Bernice. “That one with the ripply hair is Miss Dicxiesck. She’s rather sweet, isn’t she? We call her Dicksucker for short. The other’s Miss Klutzenwein, the botany teacher. Oh, Shit, here’s the Pussy Batter coming to the next table! I didn’t bargain to have her so near.”

Ruby turned to look, and in so doing her sleeve most unfortunately caught the edge of her cup, with the result that a stream of tea emptied itself over the clean table-cloth. Miss Slitterwist, who was just passing to her place, noticed the accident and murmured: “How careless!” then paused, as if remembering something, and said:

“Ruby Wienerschnitzel, you are to report yourself in my study at 4.30.”

Very subdued and crestfallen Ruby handed her cup to be refilled. Miss Dicxiesck made no remark, but the girls in her vicinity glared at the mess on the cloth. Bernice pulled an expressive face.

“Now you’re in for it!” she remarked. “The Pussy Batter’s going to treat you to some jaw-wag. What have you been doing?”

“Spilling my tea, I suppose,” grunted Ruby.

“That’s not Slitty’s business, for it didn’t happen at her table. You wouldn’t have to report yourself for that. It must be something else.”

“Then I’m sure I don’t know.” Ruby’s tone was defiant.

“And you don’t care? Oh, that’s all very well! Wait till you’ve had five minutes with the Pussy Batter, and you’ll sing a different song.”

Although Ruby might affect nonchalance before her schoolfellows, her heart thumped in a very unpleasant fashion as she tapped at the door of Miss Slitterwist’s study. The teacher sat at a bureau writing, she looked up and readjusted her pince-nez as her pupil entered.

“Ruby Wienerschnitzel,” she began, “I inspected your cubicle this afternoon and found this book inside one of your drawers. Are you aware that you have broken one of the strictest rules of the school? You may borrow books from the library, but you are not allowed to have any private books at all in your possession with the exception of a Bible and a Prayer Book.”

Miss Slitterwist held in her hand the sensational novel which Ruby had bought while waiting for the train at Sandwell Green. The girl jumped guiltily at the sight of it. She had only read a few pages of it and had completely forgotten its existence. She remembered now that among the rules sent by the Principal, and read to her by her Mom, the bringing back of fiction to school had been strictly prohibited. As she had no excuse to offer she merely looked uncomfortable and said nothing. Miss Slitterwist eyed her keenly.

“You will find the rules at Cedar Pastures are intended to be kept,” she remarked. “As this is a first offence I’ll allow it to pass, but girls have been expelled from this school for bringing in unsuitable literature. You had better be careful, Ruby Wienerschnitzel!”

Ruby sighed with relief, but the headmistress wasn’t finished yet. She pulled out a lean firm cane which she smacked into her palm so hard that it made her wince. “I call this cane ‘Yellow Rod’.”

“Yes, Miss,” said Ruby, who after years of firm discipline from her parents and teachers knew what now to expect.

“Bend over the back of the chair, then reach down and grab the front legs.  We need those naughty ass cheeks of yours raised high and split wide, so that Yellow Rod can give your bottom the attention it deserves.”

She complied, although doing so placed her in a painful, awkward, and altogether humiliating position.  The chair was large, and she was short -- so reaching the chair legs required her to stretch her arms at full length.  Even then, she had to stand on tiptoes, and the top of the chair was digging directly into her abdomen.

With her knickers off and her skirt pinned up, Ruby’s poor bottom was shamefully exposed and utterly defenceless.  But she still wasn’t exposed enough for Miss Slitterwist, who used her foot to spread her legs until the sides of her feet touched the back legs of the chair.

She smiled as her bottom cheeks parted, and her whole crotch came into view.  Ruby bit her lip, painfully aware that both her glistening wet pussy and twitchy bottom hole were now on graphic display.

Miss Slitterwist didn’t rush the moment.  She slowly tapped Yellow Rod against her flinching bottom, pretending to take aim as she relished the sight of her exposed, drooling crotch quivering in lust and anticipation and the sounds of her humiliated, tearful sniffling.

How often had she pictured her in precisely this position?  How often had she dreamed of this moment?  How many times had she soothed nerves frazzled by her latest treachery by imagining her pert bottom dancing under her cane?

Now the moment of truth had come.  Ruby Wienerschnitzel had earned a harsh punishment, and she was going to get it.  She had had this lesson coming for a long time, and she was determined to see that she learned it...and learned it well.

WHOOSH!

The first stroke shot through the air like a cannonball, and landed in the middle of Ruby’s lovely, quivering bottom.  Her eyes bulged as she tried to form words -- or even scream -- but no sound came forth.  Exhausted from the preliminaries, her brain was simply too overloaded to vocalize a response to a pain unlike any she had ever felt.

The headmistress scarcely noticed, since she was too busy watching the  lovely red weal form in the direct center of Ruby’s previously  pale bottom.  It started off pink, and then swelled into a deep angry red...nearly as angry as she felt whenever she thought of her pupils’ blatant insubordination.

WHOOSH!

On the second stroke, she was able to vocalize and let out a plaintive, screeching wail that reminded her of a cat with its tail caught in the door.  It was an appropriate metaphor, for Ruby had been a pain in the headmistress’s backside for months, and now she was going to be a pain in hers.

She started to rise, but his voice stopped her cold.  “Remain in position, Wienerschnitzel!  Josie and Jacqueline from the hockeyl team are in the outer office, waiting to see me on other business.   I’m sure they’ll be happy to come in here and hold you down, which I will ask them to do if you break position again.  So, if you don’t want two 13-year-olds ogling your bare bottom (and all the treasures in the vicinity), you’ll maintain your position.”

Ruby, horrified at the thought, dug her nails into the chair and held on for everything she was worth.

WHOOSH!

The headmistress chuckled as she let out another ghastly wail.  “That WAS a good one, wasn’t it?” she chortled.  “You’re going to have a hard time sitting on one of those tiny wooden classroom chairs with that stroke throbbing on your bottom.”

Ruby’s mind was awash with pain and confusion.  “But you can’t turn me over to THEM.  They’ll...AAAAAAA!”

But that stroke confirmed that she could -- and indeed she had -- and there was nothing she could do about it.  With Yellow Rod dicing and slicing her bottom like a light-sabre, Ruby was in no position to debate.

“You’re a pupil now, Ruby, and that’s how I’m going to treat you.  And, as per the wonderful suggestion in your note, I’m going to give you three extra strokes now across the backs of your thighs.  (They won’t, of course, count toward your six.)  In your short uniform skirt, they will be clearly visible to all the other pupils -- and, indeed, to anyone who cares to look.”

WHOOSH!

“My, that is a nasty mark!  I imagine there’ll be quite a bit of snickering and teasing when everyone in the hallway sees your stripes.  Still, I suppose that’s part of your punishment, too.”

WHOOSH!

“I’m going to make this last one a few inches above your knees,” she said, taunting her as she gently tapped the cane across the target.   “Of course, it will make it impossible for you to shift your weight to your legs when sitting, but it will be an excellent reminder to you -- and to everyone who sees you -- of the importance of respecting your betters.”

WHOOSH!

“Now that we have those three extras out of the way, we’re ready for the final stroke, number six.  I’m going to make this a diagonal one that cuts across the others.  I want you to think about it the next time you misbehave.”

WHOOSH!

She let out a scream that rattled the window.

“You may rise, Ruby, and face me.  Hands on top of your head, please.”

Ruby, feeling quite exhausted, winced as she slowly eased herself up.  The headmistress kept her eyes fixed between her legs as she snivelled, sniffled, and sobbed before her.

“Dismissed!” she finally said.