The Finishing School

Introduction: The thesis of this story is the fantasy of bondage extending to everyday life - where the joys of submission, surrender, and humiliation are the only thing to think above (instead of like. Errands.) Dressing it up as a vague period piece makes it all the more fun. I owe a huge debt of inspiration to Sleeping Beauty, who I stumbled upon in the Library one day and lead me eventually to here! Thanks for reading, I'd love to know what you think in the comments!

CHAPTER ONE: OFF TO FINISHING SCHOOL

The Governess knew immediately that Edwina was spoiled. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and her Father could not convince her to become and upright young woman, which at the age of 22, she certainly should have been. She ran wild in the town, or harried the cooks, never did her chores and barely did lessons. She should have been an eligible bride, but was often seen with uncouth men in the village. She wouldn't listen to her parents, she wasn't interested in being a lady of society, and she certainly wasn't looking to marry. To top it off, she barely knew Latin, only French and English.

The Governess could not abide by this bad behavior. After three weeks with the girl, The Governess knew it was hopeless -- Edwina's father simply should have called her sooner. She threw up her hands in defeat and confided in Edwina's father about sending her off to Finishing School. The school the Governess had in mind was a very specific one, one she had in fact been to herself. A place where a woman would learn to be not just a woman, but a woman of society. Of poise and promise. It seemed to the Governess that Edwina's father had been waiting for a helping hand with his wanton daughter, and she was happy to provide it.

"I promise, this is the right place for her," she had said to Edwina's father. "I went there myself."

He was convinced.

Of course, Edwina's father and the Governess didn't discuss any of this with Edwina, but simply made the decision and summoned the right people and sent the money to the right places. In fact, once Edwina's father saw the secret list of school alumna provided by the Governess's own personal records, and that many of the other daughters of minor nobility or the merchant class who had attended and made exceptionally good marriages from it -- well, he was so keen on it it almost seemed like it had been his idea in the first place. And so it was that Edwina was one day roughly yanked awake by the Governess, who, while wearing a cruel smile, bade her dress and told her that her bags were already packed and that she was off to be made into proper young lady.

The Governess marched Edwina downstairs despite her protests, a firm grip on her shoulder. She did not listen to any of Edwina's pleas or protests, but simply pressed her inextricably on through the manor. They bade goodbye to Edwina's father, who also, to Edwina's dismay, ignored her pleas to stay.

"We have some further instruction before the carriage arrives," said the Governess, dismissing Edwina's father. "Now it is time to go."

Edwina's father walked back into the manor, and into his study which was quite far away from the front of the house.

He couldn't hear or see what happened next.

The Governess spun Edwina around to face the cobblestone road that lead from the large bay the manor house had been built above. The road itself drove down through the hillsides until it reached the port, a modest yet wealthy town that would one day no doubt, be wealthier as trade expanded. The Governess herself had arrived to the manor house from the very same port. She knew exactly how long it would take the carriage to arrive from the portside quay to pick up her unruly charge.

Quickly, she bound Edwina's behind her back at the wrists and then, the elbows.

"What are you doing to me?" Edwina cried, but the Governess only laughed, not ungently.

"Soon all of you questions will be answered, my dear. The shortest one is that the school you are going to is very special, and the techniques very unique."

She pinched her cheek, not without kindness, and continued.

"You must learn to submit, because you cannot."

She then took out a wooden bit on a leather thong and forced it into Edwina's mouth. The girl's soft lips stiffened bitterly with rage, and she tried to resist, but it was useless against the cold steely hands of the Governess. She forced the bit between Edwina's soft lips, the wood just barely protruding past the corners of her lips. It was just the right size for Edwina's delicate mouth.

Edwina, the Governess thought, was perfect. Long blonde hair in gentle curls, soft pink lips, a slender frame with pert breasts and gorgeous nipples that hardened immediately with the breeze, through her dress.

"Quieter already," the Governess laughed and Edwina moaned piteously through the bit gag. The Governess then began to adjust Edwina's dress, pulling her chemise down so that that her pert breasts and pink nipples were exposed to the cool air. The Governess gripped her by the back of the head, Edwina's long blonde hair trapped in her hands. Edwina shrieked through the gag and tried to move away from the Governess's prying touch, but it was useless.

"This will only make everything go over better for you when they arrive, my sweet. You will understand."

Her hand held Edwina fast through her hair, allowing no escape; the other began tp to grope her breasts, pulling them free of the restraining fabrics and corset, cupping and caressing them, lifting them higher. The more Edwina struggled, the harder she arched her back, the more her breasts thrust forward against her will.

She is a sight to behold, thought the Governess, admiring the round globes and pert, taught nipples. I should have included this preparation in her lessons before I even considered sending her away. She ripped off the rest of material from Edwina's chest, and watched her nipples hardening ever more without the fabric to protect them.

The Governess sighed. Normally, she would savor an encounter such as this, the first submission from a new charge, but she could already see the carriage coming up the road. She had to make sure Edwina was presentable. The Governess then began to strip Edwina's garments away in earnest, unhooking her corset and casting it into the dirt, then roughly pulling down her remaining stays and underdress.

Edwina softly sobbed through her gag, but did not to try to escape. The Governess ignored her tears, efficiently removing her final garments. Then, she bundled her clothes into a neat package under her arm, surveying Edwina's nakedness. Her blonde pubic hair curled softly, and her face was a picture of distresses.

She looked magnificent.

"It is good you do not struggle," the Governess murmured softly. "You'll soon see that the nakedness makes it all the easier to bear."

The carriage had not yet reached them, and the Governess decided to take advantage o the few moments she had alone with Edwina. Surely the master and assistants at the schools would find it as hard as she did to resist punishing Edwina. Her willowy figure and pouting face, red cheeked, a gag in her mouth, was just too appealing. Her nipples, hardened to little stones from the cool air, needed to be addressed. She pulled Edwina in front of her, holding her elbows to her chest. She was quite tall for a woman, and with about 5 inches over Edwina, it was easy to present her charge to the road while simultaneously punishing her. She pinched, then twisted Edwina's nipples watching them grow all the more rigid.

Edwina's breath came faster, the Governess could hear, and she was soon panting through the gag, her squirming body against her own unmoving one. Probably the same sight that many of the unsuitable men Edwina had been bedding of late had enjoyed. Of course, Edwina was not a virgin. If she had had enough discipline to still have been one, she wouldn't be being sent off to the Finishing School.

Poor spoiled little princess, she thought. This is only the beginning.

She slapped Edwina's breasts from side to side, feeling the weight of each of them. They were perfect, pear-shaped with delicate pink areolas, and soon were turning pinker and pinker.

The Governess enjoyed the moans of despair coming from her gag. After many pinches and slaps, the Governess was satisfied. She gave one last sharp tweak to Edwina's nipples, eliciting a squeal.

"Don't fret so dear. The school is going to be so grateful to have you. And you will learn so much."

Edwina only sobbed angrily though the gag.

"No more of that." The Governess tilted Edwina's chin up, looking deep into her eyes. They glistened with tears.

"Soon you will understand everything. And one day you will thank me. You truly a spoilt girl, and you will learn to earn your pleasure. As I once did too."

She only smiled at Edwina's wide eyes.

"Yes, I once went to this very school, and you will feel the same as me. This is what finishing school will help you to do, and you will only understand me once it is over."

CHAPTER 2: THE CARRIAGE ARRIVES

Not understanding how the words of the Governess could be of comfort, Edwina cried softly through her gag, her red breasts radiating warmth. Through the abject humiliation she felt, and a new feeling that she didn't quite know yet was coming from inside of her. A swelling of moisture between her legs, a low heat was building inside of her. She was aroused by this strange treatment, wanted more of it, yet was simultaneously shocked by her own wickedness. Perhaps I do need to be sent away, she thought, for feeling the stirrings of pleasure at such heinous treatment. And by my governess, no less!

Edwina had no time to think about this strange feeling, her exposed breasts and sex, her bare feet in the dirt, and the Governess's betrayal. The carriage finally made the last turn on the long road up to the manor house, and stopped in front of her and the Governess. Two men descended from the carriage steps. One came to Edwina's side and grasped her firmly through her arms, allowing her, at last, to escape from the governess's grip in exchange for his rock-solid one. The second man nodded at the Governess.

"She's the one, I assume," he said, barely looking at Edwina.

"Of course. I hope she meets your standard." said the Governess.

"Very much so Miss, she's a beauty." He paused, his eyes looking Edwina up and down. She whimpered and squirmed. He smiled. The Governess slapped Edwina's buttocks sharply and she squealed.

"Do you hear that, Edwina? The liveryman has just called you beautiful. You should be thankful many find you that way."

Edwina hung her head, ashamed. She knew none of these new rules she would have to follow. The liveryman just chuckled.

"I have no doubt the Headmistress will be so pleased you thought of the school for your charge," he said.

"Of course," said the Governess. "She's a very tough case. I am sure you will have your work cut out for you. Be generous in your punishment."

"Very well then miss, thank you for the tip off. We certainly will." The Governess nodded.

"Well gentlemen, be off with you. Don't want to be late." With a wink at the groomsmen, the Governess turned on her heel.

The groomsman grinned, and took a small leather collar and fastened it around Edwina's neck. It rested there snugly and didn't hurt, but for whatever reason, caused Edwina to weep all the more. There was a metal ring dangling from the front of the collar, and to that the man clipped a smart leather leash. He tugged on it, and with a start, Edwina realized she had to follow. She was leaving. The man holding her wrists behind her urged her forward. She turned to try to plead to the Governess one more time but the woman had already turned around, away from Edwina, and before she realized it Edwina was already moving away from her up and into the carriage, pulled by the rude leather leash.

She ducked her head, following the first liveryman into the plush interior of the coach. She sat in between her new guards. They looked like they were young, maybe only a few years older than her own twenty-two. She hoped they would talk to her or put her dress back on or tell her this was all a dream, but they didn't.

She tried to move to adjust her seat between them but the man who had been talking to the Governess reached over and took her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it sharply. She gasped through the gag and sat still.

O, why am I being so restrained like this, and why am I being sent away so cruelly, thought Edwina. I only ever tried to do what the Governess has asked of us, she thought, forgetting all of the times she had been spoiled and rotten. Edwina knew she had truly been bad, and now she was going to be punished for it.

She found that for every turn or bump in the carriage, the men would stop her from falling, or helped her sit up straight. But she could not resist moving, trying to sit further upright, or craning her neck to try to see out the carriage window. Each time, her breasts were slapped or her nipples pinched in punishment. After the third such incident, the man who had collared her reached into his breast pocket and fetched out a pair of small metal clamps. Edwina tried to somehow get away from him, but the other man held her arms quite tightly, and her breasts were forced forward into his waiting fingers.

The man rubbed her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Edwina felt it harden immediately under his ministrations, his gentle touch all the worse for knowing where the metal clamp in his other hand was going. He twisted her nipple again, and it tightened abruptly. Then he held it out, away from her breast, and carefully attached the metal clamp to her tender flesh. She moaned and cried out through the gag. The sharp pinching at her nipple only throbbed more.

Her face flushed red. O, I am humiliated, she thought.

"Your Governess was right," the man said as he began to torment her other nipple, stroking it awake and twisting and caressing it until it was as hard as her other one. "You do require punishment. Rarely do we have to use the clamps so soon." He sounded almost happy about it.

The man fastened the other metal clip to her right nipple, and now both her breasts throbbed in unison. She was ashamed to hear that she had proved the Governess correct, even as she felt confused as to why she cared so swiftly. She should be upset to be here in this carriage, demanding her Father be summoned to rescue her. But part of her was already resigned, a piece of her was already accepting her new circumstances. But why? Why was she giving up so easily? Frustrated tears swam in her eyes. The heat between her legs was the only answer.

Every bump and dip in the road sent jolts of lighting through her breasts. Worse was the way the clamps caught the light through the carriage window, making it impossible for her to forget about them even when the sharpness began to dull. She moaned, the shame of her predicament catching up to her. Fear was in her heart as she thought about what might happen to her at Finishing School. These devilish clamps had been pulled out without a moment's hesitation. Yet, my Governess, she wondered, bound me like this without a second thought. Despite her anger towards the woman, she did not think she would truly be sent into true danger. After all, she was naked in a carriage with two men who had done little to her, save punishing her breasts with the horrid little clamps. Again, she felt the strange feeling of excitement and arousal and shame bubble up from her core.

What would happen to her next? The thought took her away from the bumps of the road and the twinge of the clamps. Despite her discomfort, she felt overcome with weariness from the entire morning, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER 3: THE SHIP

The carriage stopped and she jolted awake. For a moment, she did not realize where she was, and thought she was home in bed again enjoying a lovely Saturday morning of doing absolutely nothing, especially not corresponding to the annoying letters of would be suitors her Father had write to her. The ache in her nipples reminded her she was certainly not. She was in a carriage, bound and gagged and off to Finishing School.

She hoped her aching nipples would be relieved from their clamps, but neither man made to remove them as they exited the carriage, unloading her to the ground like she was a piece of cargo. The sea air and the cries of gulls and men could be heard all over the quay. It was too late for her to be ashamed of her nakedness because the men were already pulling her by the leash out of the carriage, marching her straight onto the dock and towards where a huge vessel awaited. The man with her leash pulled her forward, not letting her dawdle, and the second man again gripped her tightly by the elbow, ushering her forward. Edwina felt she simply had never been so helpless, hating the man walking beside her for restraining her so, but feeling grateful he was there so that she didn't fall. Is this what the Governess had gone through as well, she wondered, tasting the wood of the gag with her tongue.

Her arms ached behind her back, her breasts still thrust coarsely forward from the angle of her bound wrists, and the wicked bit chafed in her mouth. It was much loosened from the morning, but she dared not spit it out in case they tied in tighter.

The boat was alive with activity. Sailors everywhere made ready to sail, but Edwina saw their glances and felt in her heart more humiliation. To be paraded like an animal through them! Some men even stopped their tasks to look at her breasts, and when they saw the clamps already on her nipples there were shouts and laughs. The man holding her arm whispered into her ear.

"See, my lady? Already the crew is excited for you. Hold your head high. They think you are very beautiful, very comely, and they are welcoming you." He said.

Her face flushed ever redder. To be proud of her punishment, and her nakedness? The man spoke no more encouraging words to her but when she caught his eye he smiled as if to cheer her on. She felt strangely heartened by this.

They descended below deck and reached a barred wooden door. The man with her leash hung it on a ring while he unlocked the bolt. Like a dog waiting for its master I am, she thought. Unbidden, another thought came to her and comforted her some. I am but a little pet. I do not need to think yet about what is inside that door, because they will soon show me. I am just a pet.

They entered the room, and the man holding her arm vanished from behind her. The other man once again hung her lead on a big hook, higher than she could reach even if she was unbound. To her shock, she realized they were not alone. On the wall across from the door, a beautiful brunette girl was strung up, chained to the wall of the chamber, spread-eagled in manacles. She had a lovely small waist and round breasts, much larger than Edwina's, and looked to be similar to her in age. Her rose color nipples matched her lips, and her public hair was the same shade of chestnut as her closely cropped locks.

She was ungagged, but said nothing, only looking at Edwina with curiosity in her eyes. Even though she was in the same sort of undress as she, Edwina felt her face burn to have her nakedness so witnessed. The men had been a blur, but the girl's eyes seemed to take stock of her. At least I won't be going alone to this strange place, thought Edwina, trying to cheer herself up.

The man again unhooked her leash and marched Edwina to the chains next to the girl. Working quickly, he bound first her right, then her left ankle, spreading her legs apart quite far. She shivered, the salt air licking her sex. She felt the man's hands, fastidious and careful, as they began to remove her bonds. The brief freedom from restraint furrowed her brow as if in the short few hours she had grown accustomed to giving over control of her body to another. She felt as though in the moments without bondage she was again responsible for her body, for her nakedness, and she shuddered.