The Education of Simone

The Story of Simone Part II - The Hall of Mirrors

The first night at the Institute was difficult for Simone. Just after her arrival she had to bend over in her little cell and count out a fresh dozen strokes with the cane. It was her second dozen that day. And the cane used by Miss Chantalle was not a regular school cane. Made of whippy rattan, the cane cut viciously into Simone’s shapely little ass. Since the stripes from the earlier dozen strokes had already turned purple, the addition of another twelve caused her behind to glow in a variety of reddish colors. Poor Simone screamed from the top of her lungs every time the cane landed on her blistered bottom. Clearly she wasn’t used to get her ass thrashed that way. Simone was a spoiled and naughty brat who was never taught to behave properly. At the Institute Saint Bernadette girls like Simone were destined to learn the hard way.

The dress code at the Institute was extremely simple. All girls were required to wear only one piece of clothing: a pair of white pumps with five inch stiletto heels. The heels were narrow and made of steel. Since all floors in the castle were either stone or marble, the girls made a loud clicking noise wherever they walked. More importantly, the heels made the young ladies walk a little awkwardly. Strutting with their hips thrust out it looked like they were rolling their ass cheeks with each step. And most of the bottoms parading through the castle showed fresh marks from the whip or cane. It was such a lovely sight that the girls themselves got used to it and gave each other playful smacks in the hallways.

But Simone had a difficult time getting used to the strict rules at the Institute. She was not allowed to talk or ask questions without a guard giving her permission first. Every infraction of the rules was written down by the guards who kept books on the girls' misbehavior. Then, every Sunday night, the girls were escorted to a punishment chamber where one of the guards read out all the rules the girls had broken and how many strokes with a cane they would receive.

The sight of the punishment chamber made Simone shudder with fear. The girls were strapped to small wooden benches. A guard was scolding one of the girls and used her rattan cane to lay stripe after stripe on the poor girl's behind. There was no escape, no way to turn. The girl's bottom was raised over a leather pillow to make her behind a willing target for punishment. Simone heard the girl sobbing and pleading, but there would be no reprieve. Then the other guard took Simone by the ear and told her that she had earned no less than five dozen strokes with the cane. She strapped Simone to the bench and ran her hand approvingly over Simone's young bottom cheeks. Simone didn't see that a good looking young man had entered the chamber to watch the new girl's first Sunday night punishment. His name was Maurice, a benefactor and weekend resident at the Institute.

He didn't attempt to hide his erection while he watched Simone's caning. The rattan cane bit deep into her flesh and left prominent welts on her ass. The pain was unbelievable, but Simone refused to scream. She tried shifting her cheeks from side to side, but that made her look as if she was asking for more. She received all sixty strokes as the guard had promised. During the last ten she almost passed out. Then the guards left the chamber, leaving Simone strapped to the bench.

Maurice opened a bottle of baby oil and poured the oil over Simone's bruised behind. The oil felt soothing to her, but that was not his intent. He wanted to see her ass greasy and shiny, to bring out the red welts from the caning in a much better contrast of colors. There was nothing Simone could do but enjoy the welcome relief of his hard cock sliding into her pussy from behind. She couldn't remember any man who fucked her as deep as Maurice did that night. She moaned with pleasure and climaxed just before Maurice pumped his hot semen into her pussy.

"Next week you won't get the cane," Maurice said to Simone just before he left her. Simone was exhausted, cum was oozing out of her pussy and dripped down from the bench to the stone floor. She passed out and didn't even wake up as the guards untied her and carried her back to her room. She needed to rest and slept for almost twelve hours before she woke up and realized that she did not have a nightmare. This was her life!

All week long Simone had to attend classes like all the other girls. The curriculum at the institute was designed to make fine young ladies out of the girls. The emphasis was on literature and geography. Math and science were only taught to enable the girls to keep up a conversation. Writing, on the other hand, was taken very seriously so the girls learned to express themselves properly. Class attendance was mandatory and bad behavior was always punished swiftly and severely.

Each class started out with five minutes of silence. The lovely Asian girl who got whipped when Simone arrived at the institute had a hard time sitting still that week. Probably her blistered ass was hurting, sitting on the wooden chair. The teacher took her by the ear and led her to the front, where she had to bend over the teacher’s desk. Then he selected one of the canes – the classroom canes were made of bamboo – and began to thrash her ass once again, until the five minutes were up. Simone couldn’t believe how severe the delicate Asian girl was punished at the Institute. Her cute little butt looked blistered beyond recognition.

Simone was spared the classroom canings, but she already guessed it was due to her secret admirer. Maurice didn't like to use a cane on Simone, because it marked her beautiful skin too fast and too much. He preferred to use leather straps and whips. Simone found out about his preferences on the second Sunday night at the institute, when Maurice took her to a special punishment room. On that day he got tears of pain out of lovely Simone. She had to wear white stockings and a garter belt on that day, to make her look like an innocent schoolgirl. He kissed her breasts and caressed her lovely behind ever so gently before he took her by the hand and led her to his private punishment room. The walls of that room were entirely made out of mirror glass, so that Simone could look at herself when she got whipped. In the middle of the room was a small platform, about one foot high. Two marble columns, about five feet apart, extended all the way to the ceiling. There were shackles with chains attached to the columns. Next to the platform there was an antique looking, very long table. On top of that table the instruments of pain were carefully laid out. Half a dozen riding crops of different sizes and colors. Some rather thick, made of braided leather. Some as thin as a pencil tip. Several spanking straps. An assortment of leather whips. Some made of long leather straps. Others made of braided whipcord. And for serious punishment, a finely woven leather whip that ended in a single lash.

Simone had to stretch her arms up and spread her legs so that Maurice could cuff her to the columns. She was naked, except for the white stockings and garter belt. Maurice put his hand between her legs and stroked her blonde pussy until she was damp. Looking at her tight, nineteen year old bottom, he settled on a five foot long whip that had three flat leather straps tied to wooden handle. He knew he could use that kind of whip as severely as he wanted without causing her skin any damage. Simone watched in the mirror how Maurice took a firm stand behind her. She saw him raising the whip, he was taking a swing, and he lashed the whip across the crowns of her naked ass: Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Like a pistol shot the leather exploded on her bottom cheeks. Searing pain went up her spine and made Simone shriek. Without pausing Maurice applied one lash after the other to her writhing bottom and to the backs of her thighs: Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Craaacckk-Smaaacckk!

After three dozen lashes he stopped and ran his hand over Simone's punished behind. Her ass was hot and crimson red, showing some lovely welts. He petted and squeezed her butt cheeks for several minutes, as if he couldn't get enough. Her body was covered with sweat, which made her look extremely sexy. Maurice picked a short leather whip from the table and faced Simone from the front. Smack! He whipped her proud tits, left and right, until her nipples were hard and erect: Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Simone was moaning and writhing in her bounds, but there was no escape from the lash. He grabbed Simone by her hair and kissed her passionately while he pushed the handle of the whip slowly into her pussy. She was moaning and groaning with pleasure and also with pain. Her juices were running and dripped down her thighs. She threw back her head and screamed - a violent orgasm was shaking her body. Exhausted and sucking for air Simone needed a minute of rest to recover.

"I didn't tell you that you could come, Simone. Now I have to punish you further!"

Maurice picked the longest riding crop from the table. He tapped the frightfully thin switch against Simone's ass cheeks and told her to count the lashes. Swish-Smaacckk! Simone lunged forward from that biting stroke, screaming from the top of her lungs. "One!" she managed to sob. An immediate welt crossed both half's of her bottom. Tears ran down her face while she called out the lashes that striped her behind. The bright red welts criss-crossed each other after thirty merciless lashes. Simone had taken as much as she could. She was hanging in her shackles, her entire body covered with sweat, her ass and thighs blazing with welts, stripes and blisters.

Maurice gave Simone a drink of water before he got on the platform behind her. He fucked her from behind, not up her ass but in her pussy, because he knew that Simone liked it that way. Deeper and deeper he pushed into Simone who started to moan with pleasure. He felt the glowing heat of her whipped buttocks pressing against his loins while he fucked her like that. Both of them were breathing hard when he finally shot his seed inside Simone. He stayed inside her for a couple of minutes, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts, before he withdrew. He had a close look at Simone before he uncuffed her. The stripes on her ass were turning dark by now. She looked completely exhausted. Her pussy was once again dripping, with cum oozing down the insides of her thighs. For a moment Maurice looked at the braided leather whip that ended in a single lash. Not this time. Simone had had enough. He took her in his arms and carried her to his luxurious bedroom inside the Institute. He was very satisfied with Simone's performance under the lash. He was afraid of falling in love with a girl he knew nothing about, but somehow he was sure that Simone was the girl of his dreams.

To be continued