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Chapter 6 -- Paying a visit
Neither Jenny nor Sarah could calm down during the afternoon. Their evening visit to Ms Lacey's house was looming over them, and Ms Lacey's sandpaper gifts were still rubbing them raw. Literally.
They dared not remove the paper, so they spent their afternoons on their beds. Both tried to read, to listen to music, to work on their laptops (one of the perks of having rich families). Nothing worked. Their books , iPods and laptops were not enough distraction to let them forget the sandpaper.
Shortly before they were supposed to be at the teacher's house, they dressed for dinner. It was slightly awkward, since they tried to avoid moving too much, but they managed, and walked to Ms Lacey's house.
When they arrived, the teacher herself opened the door.
"Come in, come in," she said cheerfully. The sadistic grin that lurked just above her delicate chin belied her words. "Go right through to the dining room. You will not speak unless spoken to and will do everything I say. Understood?"
They nodded, carefully, each wondering and fearing what would happen to them once inside. They shuffled along the hall and turned left into a modest, yet elegant, dining room.
There was another guest; the girl who Ms Lacey had punished so harshly that morning. She stood nervously, eyes darting and hands fidgeting.
"She is here to receive a reward," Ms Lacey explained from the doorway behind them, "A reward for bearing her unfair punishment and being a good example. You, on the other hand, are here to be punished."
Jenny looked around, about to say something, but luckily she came to her senses when Sarah gave her a discreet nudge. They remained mute, and sat in the seats the teacher pointed out.
"Since you are here to be punished, take off your blouses and skirts," ordered the hostess. The girls gave exclamations of dismay, but were overruled.
Reluctantly, they began to take off their outer clothes and folded them neatly on unoccupied chairs as ordered. Clad only in their sandpaper-lined underwear, they sat back down.
Ms Lacey fetched a pot from the kitchen, which she placed on flat wooden board on the table. The board was exquisitely carved. The carvings were unusual; they depicted women. Bound women. Tortured women. Pleasured women.
Seeing her guests' interest in the carvings, the teacher explained proudly, "A student of mine made this for me. She and I started off on the wrong foot, like with you, but we ended up as good friends in the end."
She ladled potato soup into bowls for each person and passed them around. Jenny and Sarah were famished, because they had been too nervous too eat much at lunch, so they started eating at once. The other girl waited.
"Ahem ahem," Ms Lacey cleared her throat pointedly, "Girls, haven't your parents taught you to wait for the hostess to start before you do?" The girls looked up, red-faced with shame and embarrassment.
"Since you seem to be incapable of self-control," she scolded, "I will have to discipline manners into you. Take off your bras." Slowly and reluctantly the girls complied.
"Now dip your nipples into the soup," ordered the teacher, "Right one first. Hold each nipple in the soup for at least thirty seconds. If you do not obey, your punishment will get worse."
The girls obeyed. They had no alternative, really, and they secretly liked being ordered around like that. The soup was still very hot and their nipples felt like they were on fire. As soon as thirty seconds had passed, they jerked backwards, away from the burning pain in their tender nips.
"Now the left ones," Ms Lacey ordered mercilessly, "Keep them there for sixty seconds." Jenny groaned in dismay and Sarah tensed up. They were sure that they would not survive having their nipples dipped in the hot soup for a whole minute.
They dipped their tender nubs into the bowls. It was obvious that they were uncomfortable, but the soup had luckily cooled down a bit. As they neared the end of their ordeal, they started squirming in their seats and yelping. The burning ache in their nipples grew worse and worse.
When their hostess announced that the minute had passed, Sarah jerked her nipple out of the bowl so enthusiastically that her chair tipped over backwards. Luckily, she was unhurt.
The rest of the meal passed quickly and quietly. The food was tasty and healthy, yet, the atmosphere was tense and ominous. Every girl was nervous in her own way.
After the meal, they filed silently into the bedroom, as Ms Lacey ordered.
"Come here you two!" she called to Jenny and Sarah. They walked over to where she was standing, over by a open wall. There was a row of hooks two meters up the wall.
Ms Lacey attached leather cuffs to their wrists, then tied the cuffs to the hooks with nylon rope. The two girls, nude from the waist up, shifted nervously on their feet. Their hands were bound securely above their heads.
"Get on the bed, Rose," said Ms Lacey to the third girl, gently and warmly, "I'll join you in a minute." Then she rummaged around in her bedside table's drawer. She walked over to the girls, holding two thick disk-shaped objects.
"These will keep you occupied," announced the teacher. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes.
