Chapter Six - Dorothy
I was like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. I had been picked up by a whirlwind and dropped into a whole new land where everything was exploding with color where only hours before it had all been so drab black and white. The shower had been like a dream, misty and warm, strange and new, and... soooo... totally unexpected.
I was eager to do everything I was told, and didn't even think about objecting or feeling disgusted. I was scared and nervous, and thrown off balance by how the pleasures piled up one on another, giving me the kind of orgasms I didn't even know existed. So much happened to me on that first night, so many new and strange things, so many feeling of pleasure and pain, surprise, wonder, and fear, that afterwards I could hardly keep it all straight in my mind.
Before I knew it we were back in... my... bedroom, Miss Steeple had put on a thin negligee, while I was left naked. Then in walked another woman, and I almost died with embarrassment. I would have covered myself, but I could see Mrs Steeple looking at me over the top of her glasses, so I just stood there with my arms at my sides, blushing all over.
The woman was Mitzy, the Hammersmith's seamstress, another beautiful older woman with flawless skin and perfectly coiffed blonde air. She too had a dynamite body, more lean than Miss Steeple's, almost like a dancer's, but with large breasts swaying in the loose nightgown she was wearing. I was made to stand up on the bench thing while she went at me with a measuring tape, calling out numbers to Miss Steeple who was writing them down on a clipboard. She was very friendly, not at all stern like Miss Steeple, and she did her best to make me feel at ease. She was dressed, but since Miss Steeple was practically naked too, I started to feel a little more at ease.
She was gone in no time, and then I was told to bend over again and assume the position, and I did it, figuring that I was going to get another spanking. It seemed a little unfair to go at me again so soon, but I accepted that I had to take what I had coming to me without complaint. While I was waiting in that humiliating position, another woman came in, I didn't get a good look at her, but I could tell she was a maid by the way she talked to Miss Steeple. She placed my clothes, which must have been picked up while we were in the shower, and laid them on the bed all clean and pressed along with a package of panties.
"Well, you look no worse for the wear," Miss Steeple said. "This will be very good for you anyway."
I tried not to tense up too much, waiting for the blow, but instead of a hard hot crop across my butt, I felt Miss Steeple's fingers caressing me, applying a cool soothing lotion to the parts of my bum and upper thighs that had taken the most of the beating. I let out a grateful little sigh.
"There will be no marks, of course, and this will help to tone and soften your skin as well," she went on, firmly, almost lovingly I thought, rubbing my bum.
When she was done she took a fine lace pink baby doll from the closet and put it on me. It was very short, not even coming to the bottom of my bum, completely see-through, and like hers only had a single ribbon holding it together near the neck. She directed me to the desk and sat down on the far side; I didn't know what to do; "but my bum is bare, Ma'am, won't it get the chair dirty?" I asked shyly.
"This is your desk; sit down silly girl, we have a full staff of maids to clean up after us."
I don't remember much more, she talked about school, and stuff I would be learning, but I was pretty exhausted from my incredible evening, and soon she got me to put on my clothes and she rode with me in one of the Limo's back home.
I slept like a log that night, but all the next day at school I was nervous and fidgety, wondering almost if I had dreamed it all. After school I ran all the way to Silvermill almost expecting to be turned away at the gate, but they did let me in, and I was so happy and excited wondering if I was in for another night like the last one. Boy was I ever.
Chapter Seven - Miss Steeple
It was about seven o'clock on Tuesday evening when I stopped outside the open door of Debbie's bedroom and paused to eavesdrop. I had just returned from a very successful little raid with some of my Wardonians, and I was pretty charged up. I had dumped off my gear and jacket in the garage, but I still wore my combat boots with the tight black pants tucked into the tops. My dark grey shirt was open at the neck and a little limp with sweat.
"What was the date of D-Day?" I heard Miss Steeple say.
"Ah...I don't know ma'am," Debbie replied.
"We discussed it not more than ten minutes ago."
"But we haven't taken it at school yet," Debbie protested, sounding a bit confused.
"You will; I told you, I know all of the questions that will appear on your tests, your job is to memorize what I tell you." There was a sharp slap that sounded like a ruler hitting a desk before she continued; "You have been doing well so far, and I haven't had to chastise you, but I fear you are starting to get lazy, and I cannot have that. Now what was the date of D-Day?"
"June sixth, Nineteen-forty-four," I replied striding into the room. I wasn't likely to forget that one, it was only thirteen years ago, and I had been there.
"Mr Hammersmith, I didn't hear you; good evening Sir," Nancy said as she stood up. Debbie stood up at once as well, and had the presence of mind to stand up straight with her head lowered and her arms at her sides, as she had been taught.
Nancy prodded her with the ruler, and she looked up startled and a little fearfully; "Oh...uh...uh...Good evening master," she stammered.
She wanted to lower her eyes, but I held them with mine; "How are you tonight, Debbie?" I asked standing very close to her.
She obviously was going to need a lot of training, in fact she seemed worse off than she was last night, and I suspected that it was because last night she had nothing to lose, whereas tonight she had much to gain. She didn't know where to look now that I was so close; she tried staring straight ahead, looking right into my chest.
"Look at me, Debbie," I said firmly. "When someone is talking to you, keep looking at them until they dismiss you, or it is obvious that the conversation is over."
"Ah... uh... Yes master," he replied and looked up at me, her lower lip trembling a little in a darling manner.
I could have told her that it was all going to get easier with practice, but I didn't want to lessen her discomfort at this moment. I looked her over; she wore a cheap, badly conceived and fashioned dress of mauve checks, its color probably improved by the fact that it was very dull and faded. It had a tight, fussy round collar that had stupid little ribbons drooping down from a single decorative button at the middle of her throat. The sleeves came down to her elbows, and the skirt came almost to the floor. A very thin belt pulled in her waist in a totally artless manner. The only thing that kept it from being truly hideous was that it was too tight for her, and couldn't contain her ripe curves, especially her breasts that proclaimed her superior sexuality despite its cheap packaging. I supposed she also had ugly shoes somewhere too, but Nancy had the good sense, at least, to have her in her stocking feet.
"Her clothes have not yet arrived from the seamstress, I see," I said, stating the obvious which I knew would throw Nancy off.
"No sir," Miss Steeple replied; "some of them should arrive tomorrow." She was impeccably dressed as always. She wore an elegant brown dress the upper part of which was sheer lace that partly revealed her shoulders and bust, set off by the dark outline of her bra straps and upper portion of the cups pushing out her impressive boobs. Below that, the material became solid, was gathered artfully at her waist, above her inviting hips, and fell, full, but straight almost to the floor. She filled the garment well, but by design, not by age and outgrowth like poor Debbie. On her feet were four inch black heels.
"Well see to it, this just won't do," I replied fingering the silly little collar. "So, how are you tonight, Debbie?" I repeated.
