The Education of Simone

The Education of Simone - Part 1

When the college president called her to her office Simone thought she knew what was up. She had been blackmailing one of her professors into giving her a passing grade although it was obvious she failed the course. Simone, a strikingly beautiful 19 year old blonde, was accustomed to using her sexy looks to get out of trouble.

Her parents knew of Simone's naughty ways, that's why they sent her to this all girl's college in the suburbs of Paris. But they never suspected that Simone would behave as badly as she did in her first semester. When they found out, they accepted the college president's recommendation. She was going to be sent to the Institute of Saint Bernadette, a secluded institute for the correction of wayward young women. An institute with strict rules and very severe punishments for the smallest infractions. An institute where Simone would learn to behave.

Simone didn't know anything about her destiny when she entered the president's office. Before she sat down like he asked her to Simone pretended to look at a picture on the wall. She made sure she was bending forward enough so that her short skirt slipped up, exposing the lower part of her shapely young bottom since she was wearing a scandalous little string bikini. The way she was swaying her ass slowly from left to right and back convinced the president that her parents had made the right decision.

"Please sit down, Simone. I have something important to tell you."

Simone turned around and tried her usual tactic. Looking at the college president, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button after the other. She dropped one strap of her bra from her shoulder to expose her firm, round breasts. She reached under her short skirt with one hand and drew her panties aside to show him her well trimmed pussy. Then, like a professional strip girl, she spread her legs a little wider. She moved her hips round and round, slowly, brushing over her slit with her hand as if she were masturbating.

"I know you want me, Mr. President. I want you too. I really, really want you!"

The president, his face flushed, watched Simone attentively. Oh yes, he would have loved to give it to the young lady. He couldn't remember the last time he was as hard as he was at that moment. But he had already made an arrangement and expected his visitor to come into the office at any moment. It was too great a risk for a man with such high moral standards as him to get caught in the act with a student, even though Simone was more tempting than any girl he had met in his life.

"Fuck me, Mr. President. Take me any way you like. I need you right now," Simone continued. She turned around and bent forward over the desk. She pulled up her skirt and spread her legs real wide. Then she drew her panties completely aside so that he could see her pussy from behind. She didn't notice that a middle-aged lady entered the office while she was displaying herself like this. Miss Chantalle was strongly built and muscular. She was wearing a blue uniform not unlike a prison guard. In her right hand she was holding a very severe looking rattan cane that was over four feet long. She was just watching the unbelievably bad behavior of Simone and didn't say a thing, even ignoring the president.

"Do you like my ass, Mr. President? You want to fuck my tight schoolgirl ass, Mr. President?" Simone reached behind with one hand and pushed her middle finger into her tight, forbidden hole. With the other hand she was stroking her pussy, which was by then glistening wet with arousal. She was breathing heavy and moaning, repeating over and over how badly she needs to be fucked. Unable to control herself, Simone had an orgasm. Juices dripped out of her pussy and ran down the insides of her thighs. She wiped the sticky fluids away with the palm of her hand and turned around. Her eyes were sparkling when she looked at the president, who was breathing fast and irregular, with beads of sweat running down his face. Simone then noticed the woman standing at the door. Miss Chantalle addressed the president:

"What we have here is a severe case, probably due to improper upbringing. Complete lack of discipline." She walked up to Simone and gave her a slap in the face. Before Simone had time to react, Miss Chantalle slapped her again. She took Simone by one ear and pulled her towards the desk.

"Bend forward like you did a minute ago, young lady! Hike up your skirt, arch your back, and present your behind properly for the caning you are going to get right now! Or else I will slap you until you are unconscious and then tie you over the desk, you hear?"

Unable to challenge the strong Miss Chantalle, Simone had no option but to obey. Miss Chantalle took a firm stand behind her, off to the left. She tapped the rattan cane against the soft cheeks of Simone's bottom.

"Twelve strokes! You call them out, Simone! And they won't be light ones. I want to see blisters on your ass!"

Simone was trying to hold back her sobs. The president was sitting in his chair, sweating more than ever.

"One" Simone said with a tone of profound defiance. Miss Chantalle took a wide swing, the cane whistled through the air and then landed with a ringing Thwaaacckkk! on the crowns of Simone's naked bottom. Unbelievable pain went like a shock wave through her body; she was clasping her beaten bottom with both hands.

"Take those hands away Simone! And call out the next stroke. Now!"

"Two." Thwaaaccckkk! "Three." Thwaaacckkk! "Four." Swish-Thwaaacckkk!

The stripes multiplied fast on Simone's behind. Tears were rolling out of her eyes. When she called out the strokes, her voice almost failed her because she was sobbing and gasping for air at the same time. Miss Chantalle caned Simone as if she were a convicted prisoner, striking her quivering ass cheeks as hard as she could without any pretense for mercy. The stripes were glowing bright red, some of them criss-crossing each other. After Miss Chantalle had administered the full dozen strokes, she ordered Simone to keep standing like this, with her hands on the desk. She was not allowed to move or turn around while Miss

Chantalle was talking to the college president. Simone desperately wanted

To clasp her burning behind, but she didn't dare move.

After a few minutes the president and Miss Chantalle shook hands and turned their attention to Simone. Simone had to put on a pair of handcuffs that made her feel like a prisoner. A limousine that waited outside would take her and Miss Chantalle to the Institute Saint Bernadette, a secluded castle out in the country that had been converted into a special school for wayward young women. Simone's bottom was still smarting and burning from the caning, she desperately needed relief. She managed to pull up her short skirt high enough so that she was sitting with her bare bottom on the cold leather seat. The sensation of the leather against her skin made her heart beat faster. ?I really am a naughty girl? she thought to herself, getting wet between her legs once again.

"I let you sit like that, Simone. Might as well get used to the leather. At the institute, we use leather whips besides the rattan canes. You will get both, that's for sure. And often," Miss Chantalle declared. She was watching her new pupil from the corner of her eye. Simone wasn't able to sit still in her seat. She tried to put as little weight on her bottom as possible, but it didn't matter how she tried to sit. The pain on her flaming behind was not going away.

The last city lights disappeared in the distance behind them as they drove deeper and deeper into the countryside. They took a turn onto a small, private road that didn't even have any street lights. They followed the small road for several minutes before they arrived at an old castle, hidden by the woods that surrounded it. The castle was made out of large, gray stones, looking dark and forbidding. They slowly drove into a courtyard and finally came to a stop in front of the entrance.

"Welcome to the institute, Simone!" Miss Chantalle said cheerfully as she dragged her young prisoner out of the car. "This is Saint Bernadette. This will be your home for at least half a year, if not longer. Here you will learn to behave like a proper young lady. You have plenty of company here, you will see. Follow me."

Miss Chantalle led Simone inside the main building. Once the thick wooden door closed behind them, Simone could already hear a girl screaming from somewhere inside the institute. They went through a maze of corridors, passing many doors that looked like entrances to prison cells. Then they entered into another courtyard that presented a scene so unbelievable that at first it made Simone shudder with fear.

There were several whipping posts in the courtyard. A young girl that looked like she came from an Asian country was the one who was screaming. A female guard was flogging the poor girl with a leather whip, so hard that the cracking lashes echoed from the stone walls: Smaaacckkk! Craacckk-Smaaacckkk! The leather whip literally exploded on the girls bottom cheeks, over and over again. The girl was writhing in her bounds, trying to escape the biting smacks of the whip. She was twisting and turning, making her firm, round bottom an even more enticing target for punishment.

Miss Chantalle made Simone watch: "That girl will get two-hundred lashes, Simone. For masturbating in bed, that little slut. After this, she won't sit on her behind for at least a week. By then she will probably have earned another whipping, anyway."

While they were watching, Miss Chantalle slipped her hand under Simone's skirt and started caressing Simone's bottom. Simone was watching in awe at the scene: The Asian girl's bottom was covered with red stripes and welts. The guard woman even whipped the backs of those sensitive thighs! After each cracking lash the girl was screaming in pain, begging the guard to stop. She was promising to be a good girl. The girl's voice was hoarse from all the screaming, but the guard didn't show any intention of stopping the flogging: Crack-Smack! Craacckk-Smaaacckk! Craacckkk-Smaacckkk! Smaaacckk! Craacckkk-Smaaaacckkk!

Miss Chantalle was squeezing Simone's ass cheeks, and then caressed her again. She was fingering Simone's pussy while Simone was watching the flogging. Simone didn't protest, she was mesmerized and turned on by watching the whipping. ?She deserves every lash? Simone was thinking. Simone was moaning, breathing fast, and she felt herself coming. Without shame Simone had an orgasm so intense that her juices were dripping all over Miss Chantalle's hand.

"Come, Simone, I show you your room." Miss Chantalle interrupted her bliss. She led Simone out of the courtyard into another section of the institute. Simone walked gingerly behind Miss Chantalle because her pussy was sore and still dripping. They stopped in front of a heavy, wooden door. Miss Chantalle took a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. "Inside here, Simone. It's time for you to rest. But before you do, take off your skirt."

Miss Chantalle was locking the door from the inside. "Now, bend over the bed frame. I didn't say that you were allowed to climax, did I? For having that orgasm without my permission you will have to be punished. Twelve strokes, Simone! Twelve with the cane across your bare ass! Bend over, and count! And don't play any games! Otherwise, it will be you at the whipping post, understood, Simone?"

To be continued in part 2.