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Chapter 8 –Boundaries Challenged
Down the now familiar hall Charlie walked. It was time to test the waters she thought; on reaching the edge of a rug in the middle of the hallway she feigned a stumble, only to have the maid catch her by the arm at the last instant. The maid had reacted with the speed of a rattlesnake, hauling Charlie back to her feet. Simultaneously the maid subtly reminded Charlie of the folly of trying to escape as the Tazer was jabbed into her ribs, but thankfully not activated.
On her feet again the maid opened a door that revealed a miniature classroom. Just a single chair and desk faced the blackboard, but textbooks and all manner of normal school paraphernalia surrounded the room. On the bench running along the wall stood a world globe, pinned to the wall was a table of elements. There were subtle differences from a normal modern classroom though; like the bright and cheery poster, possibly produced in the 1950's, of a young girl grinning sweetly while extolling that "smiling helps make a brighter day". The stout leather strap hanging from a hook next to the blackboard also attracted Charlie's attention, as it provided a sinister overtone to the classroom.
Standing before the blackboard, carefully writing on the black board stood a primly dressed, dour faced woman, her greying hair tied back in a severe bun. The maid ushered Charlie into the schoolroom before closing the door behind her. The dour faced woman, without turning around, stated "Take a seat child; I will be with you in a minute."
Charlie took the few steps to her desk. It was a classic wooden school desk, complete with a hinged lid, which Charlie investigated. Beneath the desks lid lay stationery, but not the stock standard stationery that one would expect in a normal school desk. The light pink notepaper was embossed with cherubs in the top corner and the pens were purple and red, no plain black or blue pens here.
An impartial observer would be struck by the microscopic attention to detail that had been applied by whoever had designed this room, and Charlie's bedroom for that matter. No effort had been spared to ensure that every item, no matter how unimportant, imparted of measure of femininity. From "The Adventures of Isabelle", a book in the little girl's bedroom which apparently concerned a pony loving, well behaved young girl, to the cherub embossed note paper; everything reinforced someone's contrived vision of prepubescent girly utopia.
"I am Mistress Heinz; you may address me as Mistress Heinz or just plain Mistress. Mr Campbell has retained me to conduct remedial protocol and deportment lessons for you Charlotte."
"It's Charlie."
"Not within my classroom, and I will require you to address me properly in future."
"Only if you address me properly by my chosen name… Mistress." Charlie pointedly added the last word after a pregnant pause.
"I can see we are going to have a great deal of difficulty with each other. Come here child!" Mistress Heinz had taken the leather strap from the wall and began winding it about her right hand.
Charlie rose to her feet behind her wooden desk, ready to dodge to either side if the strap-wielding tutor started toward her. "No way!" She asserted, assuming a coiled stance ready to evade the ever-looming disciplinarian.
"You can come over here and take your punishment willingly, or I can come over to you. I strongly recommend that you march yourself over here right now young lady." The ultimatum was delivered matter-of-factly as Mistress Heinz came within reach of Charlie.
"No. Stay away from me you old bat! I'm not going anywhere near that thing." Referring to the menacing strap in Mistress Heinz's hand.
"Fine, have it your own way girl, that's one black spot and six of the best." Charlie was shocked at the speed and strength of the aging tutor. What she hadn't considered was that Mistress Heinz had spent a lifetime dealing with recalcitrant, unwilling or simply slow-to-learn young adults. A product of an age where corporal punishment was considered a learning aid, she expertly snatched Charlie's hand and twisted her arm behind her back before Charlie could react. Having immobilised the struggling girl Mistress Heinz proceeded to force her over the desk and lift up her skirts.
The strapping commenced at once, without any warning and without any further dialogue. Charlie, bent over the desk with her cotton white panties bared to the world, cried out loudly as the first crack reported throughout the classroom. This strapping was entirely different to the open hand of Mr Campbell. Where Mr Campbell had waited between blows and interspersed his spanking with harsh words, Mistress Heinz remained tight-lipped while efficiently and relentlessly bringing the thick strap down heavily on Charlie's taut bottom.
By the sixth blow Charlie's entire bottom was on fire, the pain coursing through her. Yet the brutality and sped of this unexpected strapping had left her outraged. "Charlotte, you will say 'My name is Charlotte.'" As Mistress Heinz directed Charlie, Charlie snapped back.
"Go to hell you cow!"
"Wrong answer, another spot and six more." The tutor recommenced her barrage with little warning and no sign of impending mercy. By the ninth blow tears began trickling down Charlie's cheeks and at the twelfth the salty tears were running freely onto her yellow pinafore.
Inside, Charlie seethed.
The flurry of blows ceased, and the Mistress repeated her question in a new form: "What's your name girl?"
"Charlie! It's Charlie! NOW GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY BITCH!" Charlie struggled by kicking out with her feet, but the experienced teacher merely shifted her weight and easily avoided the lashing kicks. "One more black spot and twelve more on the behind should make you reconsider."
At the twentieth blow Charlie started screaming in animalistic pain. With machinelike precision and relentlessness, Mistress Heinz brought the strap down over Charlie's frilled white panties again and again and again. Beneath the vice like grip of Mistress Heinz, she wailed. Her screams had now become a constant sobbing howl – yet in her stomach she felt the flutter of butterflies.
As the strap continued descending she felt a glow spread out from her stomach and her thighs. A dark hunger began engulfing her soul, and when she was offered the opportunity to recant her previous stubborn refusal, she refused again, but this time for a different reason that sheer stubbornness. The tutor announced the addition of two more spots and twelve more blows with the merciless strap.
The strapping resumed with Charlotte constantly sobbing, her face a tortured, scrunched up ball of pain. Inside however, she revelled in the feeling of helplessness, in the hard pitiless rhythm of the strap. She closed her eyes and thought of Kyle, big strong handsome Kyle, holding her over his knee and spanking her, before lifting her up from his knee and kissing her passionately. Suddenly she realised that her body was betraying her, the glow in her thighs and stomach had consequently led to her becoming hot down below… hot and wet.
Shocked at this realisation and dreading how the aging tutor would react to her soiling her panties in lust beneath the ministrations of the strap – she took the next opportunity to recant: "Charlotte! My name is Charlotte! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop, please just stop!"
"Now that's better." Mistress Heinz pulled Charlotte's skirts down and indicated that she could resume her seat. "Perhaps we can start over: It's a pleasure to meet you Charlotte."
Between sobs Charlotte responded, "Thankyou… Mistress Heinz… it's a pleasure… to meet you too." She took up her seat and again found herself having to shift about on the hard wooden seat to relieve the pain of her freshly beaten bottom.
Thankfully however, Mistress Heinz did not require Charlotte to stay seated long. After announcing her intended lesson plan she had the young girl stand up and walk the length of the room. After two circuits of the small class room Mistress Heinz announced: "No, no, no, no, no, no. Don't swagger – walk. A young lady shouldn't look like she's just spent a month in the saddle. Again! And this time don't swagger. Keep your thighs together. Stop dragging your feet! That's a bit better, but you're slouching, shoulders back! Chin up!" Mistress Heinz continued barking directions at Charlotte, watching her walking up and down the room.
After half an hour of walking from one end of the room to the other, and a couple of light blows on her already stinging bottom for repeated transgressions, Mistress Heinz insisted that Charlotte now place a book on her head while conducting the exercise. "It helps you keep your back straight, your chin up and shoulders back." She explained to a quietly resigned Charlotte.
The deportment lessons continued during lunch with Mistress Heinz instructing Charlotte on table manners. She excelled during lunch, as she was no stranger to silver service dinners with her father's partners. Mistress Heinz offered limited praise for Charlotte's accomplished table manners, and immediately after lunch they returned to correcting her walk, the aforementioned swagger now much reduced. The drudgery of the repeated exercise began to grate on Charlie, as she railed against the seductive notion of acquiescing to the aging tutor's instructions to avoid further correction.
As the end of the school day approached Charlie had reasserted herself over the nascent and dissenting voice of Charlotte. Charlie strengthened her mental resolve to quietly resist the manipulative processes being applied to her.
Mistress Heinz handed over a book quaintly entitled "Manners of a Lady." The cover depicted a well-dressed conservative young lady sitting primly on a straight backed-chair.
"This book addresses important issues of decorum and protocol that must be observed and followed by young ladies in social situations. I cannot stress to you how important it is that you absorb the lessons contained in that book, commit them to memory, and practice them unthinkingly. I will be quizzing you on Chapters one through five tomorrow." Charlie, after taking possession of the book resumed her hard seat delicately and quickly thumbed through the book.
"That's almost a hundred pages! You can't expect me to read all that!"
"Not only do I expect you to read it young miss, I expect you to devour it, to memorize it and to be able to repeat the key concepts by tomorrow morning. Additionally I will not tolerate such rudeness in my classroom. If I didn't think you could finish those chapters tonight I wouldn't have given you the task." She rose to her feet at this stage and approached the desk.
"Since you are so concerned about having insufficient time to do your homework; then you can miss out on afternoon tea and playtime in the rumpus room." With that Mistress Heinz grabbed Charlie by the ear and pulled her toward the exit from the classroom.
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