"Be seated, my dear." The woman indicated an armchair in front of her large oak desk. The young woman sat, legs primly together, her green eyes glancing around, taking in her new surroundings.
"You have been sent here by your family for training," the woman said. She had a kind face, and her lips curved naturally into a slight smile.
"Yes," the girl answered.
"Yes, ma'am," the woman corrected. "While you are here you will address me as ma'am, and the males will be addressed as 'sir.' This is how you will show respect. Understood?"
"Yes...ma'am..." the girl responded.
"Good. Now, I am sending you for your first session with Master Ian. He will conduct your orientation, and explain the rules to you. Are you wearing undergarments, dear?"
"Ah, yes ma'am...I am..." the girl blushed.
"Then please go into the changing room there," she nodded towards a door at the end of the room," and remove them. The rest of your clothing you may keep on, for now. You will see another door leading out of the changing room. Once you have removed your bra and panties, please go through that door. Master Ian will greet you there. You are dismissed. And good luck to you, dear girl."
And with a nod the girl got up and did as she was asked. Stepping into the changing room, she quickly removed her brassiere and panties. She wore a white blouse and black skirt, which she kept on, as instructed. Finding the door out, she went through and found herself in a large room, furnished with one chair. The walls were a soft blue, and windows looked out on a tranquil garden. The room had an open feel about it, but she wondered at the lack of furniture.
A tall man stood at one window, his back to her as she stepped into the room. When he turned, she saw he was a handsome, older man with grey hair, wearing a fine suit and tie. He looked rather stern, which frightened her a bit. But when he saw her he smiled, and his eyes sparkled with humour and intelligence, which put her somewhat at ease.
"Hello, my dear. Sofie, is it?"
"Y-yes, sir...Sofie."
"Ah, good. I am Master Ian. You may address me as 'sir.' Elaine did explain this to you?" The girl nodded. "Fine, fine. Now, have you removed your underwear?" Again, she nodded, head bowed, eyes cast down.
"No need for shame, my dear. Please...take a seat." He indicated the lone chair, which was wooden, with wide legs and a padded seat.
The girl sat.
"No, no Sofie. Please, rise and try again. When you sit, you must raise your skirt, and place your bare bottom against the surface of the chair." He watched as she obeyed slowly, uncertain why this was required. She felt very exposed as she pulled her skirt up in back as he watched her. She sat again, this time her bare skin on the chair.
"Good. Now, please raise your skirt to your waist, and part your legs." She looked at him in trepidation, unsure..."Yes, dear....I need to have you exposed fully. I allow you to keep your clothes on as this is your orientation, however you must allow me full access to your body. The natural position for a woman's legs to be in is open. Males must always know that they may use you at any time. We will discuss this further, but for now, please do as I ask." And he waited as she slowly raised her skirt, exposing her most private area. She moved her legs apart slightly and blushed more deeply.
"No, no my dear that will never do." He moved to her and placed one hand on each of her knees and pushed them open widely. "Like that. Wide open, dear. Now you are in the correct position for our instruction."
She felt great confusion, and asked him, "Sir...why must I do this, please?"
"Sofie, I appreciate such a respectful question. You must do it because you are here for instruction--training, in fact, in how to be a suitable mate for a man. Your father sent you to us for this express purpose. Did he tell you nothing of what to expect, then?"
She shook her head. "No, sir. He said only that I was to come to you, and that this was an important part of my education. I feel..."
"Yes? Go on...you may tell me what you feel. In fact, I require it. Tell me." It was an order, but put so kindly that she felt a bit more comfortable, and she answered honestly, "I feel confused, sir. I am not sure what to expect...here...from you."
"Ah, of course. Well--please, dear, keep your legs open. If you cannot do so, I shall have to bind you to the chair. Shall I do that? Would that be helpful to you?" He paused for her answer.
"No...sir..." and she corrected her position. "I will try harder, sir."
"Good! Now, Sofie...here you will learn how to please males. Think back...have you ever seen your mother sit with her legs crossed, or completely together?"
Sofie thought about this. As she searched her memory, she realized that he was right. She never had seen her mother sit with her legs closed...had she? No...she did not think so...
He saw her thoughts in her expression."That's right. And that's because your mother was also trained here, by us. She is a wonderful woman, your mother...and has made your father a very happy man. Now it's your turn to learn the same skills. Now, I'm going to begin touching you, and I am also going to ask you some questions. You must answer me honestly. If you don't know the answer, simply say, 'I don't know, sir.' All right?"
Sofie nodded, but felt the fear returning. What would be required of her in this strange place? What did he mean about 'pleasing males?'
He moved to a place behind her chair, and, reaching down with one hand, he began to stroke the lips of her cunt.
"Tell me how that feels to you, Sofie," he said.
Strange feelings of pleasure had begun to go through her, and she answered, "It feels...good, sir...it...feels...quite nice, thank you..."
"Excellent. Good girl. And this?" and he pressed one finger deeper, touching her small clitoris. He stroked gently, making tiny circles around and around. Waves of a new kind of pleasure shot through her.
"Sir...I've never felt anything...like that before...it's very...nice, sir..." and she instinctively moved her legs wider apart, to give him better access. When he withdrew his hand from her she made a small noise of protest.
"I approve of your response, Sofie," he said. "But we need a bit of aid, here..." and she heard him opening a jar or a bottle, turned her head to see him applying liquid to his fingers.
Once again he reached down to stroke her clitoris, moving his fingers across and around her cunt as well. It felt wonderful to her, his fingers slippery with the lubricant now, and she sighed. Perhaps this 'school' would not be so bad after all...
"Sofie, are you a virgin?" he asked.
