Number 37 Rue Cordier, in the Neuilly suburb of Paris, France is a large and elegant house set at the end of a long driveway and screened from the street by tall poplar trees. It houses the offices of the municipal council. From 1891 until 1914 this address was known to many of the wealthy and titled families in Europe. At that time there was a polished brass plate on the wall beside the entrance gate. It was engraved 'The Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies'.
The academy had been founded by Alphonse Rotenberg for a very specific purpose. Every aristocratic family wanted their daughters to make a good marriage, preferably to rich, influential men who would continue to give them the lifestyle they were accustomed to. After completing their high school or university education, girls would be sent to the academy, or 'finishing school' as it was also known, for a period of six months. During this time they would be taught to appreciate the arts; music, art, literature and so on. They would also be initiated into the finer points of sex. Professor Rotenberg was convinced that girls must be able to totally satisfy their husbands sexually if they were to have a lasting and successful marriage.
The reputation of the academy grew rapidly and even some royal families sent their daughters to be instructed there. Happy, satisfied husbands spread the word and there was a waiting list to be enrolled as only ten girls were accepted for each semester. Needless to say, the fees were extremely high.
The following story has been compiled from diaries kept by one of the teachers and which are now in the Paris National Archives. It enables us to go back in time and visit the academy as it was then.
It was ten o'clock on a Tuesday morning and a music class was in session. The teacher, Monsieur Dubois was becoming very annoyed with Sophie who was sitting at the piano and trying to play her piece without making any mistakes. But she wasn't doing well. Wrong note followed wrong note and finally Monsieur Dubois cried out. "Stop that awful noise Sophie, you obviously haven't practised at all since the last lesson. You'll have to be punished."
"Oh no sir, please don't punish me, I'll get it right in a minute," she pleaded. Punishment played an important part in the girls' education. Professor Rotenberg was a firm believer that women should be submissive and obedient. They had to learn that their role was to satisfy a man and severe punishment made sure they never forgot it. Class teachers were allowed to punish their pupils for minor misdemeanours by caning or spanking, but serious offences were punished by the principal himself.
"Get the cane Sophie," the teacher ordered. Some of the girls in the class sniggered because they knew what was coming. Sophie started to cry and tears rolled down her face as she went to the cupboard and took out a long, thin bamboo cane and handed it to the teacher.
The uniform worn by the pupils was completely unlike the usual clothing of the period. Instead of long, high necked dresses reaching almost to the ground, the girls at the academy wore a short white skirt and a low cut white blouse. Bras were not allowed to be worn. The knee length underdrawers of the period were also banished. Girls at the academy wore tiny, white silk panties. Black high-heeled ankle boots completed the uniform.
"Bend over my desk Sophie," Monsieur Dubois ordered her, "and prepare to be beaten."
Sophie Appeldorn was the daughter of a rich Belgian industrialist. She was a very pretty girl with long blonde hair. She knew what was expected of her. She took off her panties lifted her short skirt up to her waist Then she bent over the desk. The other girls watched in anticipation as the schoolmaster stood beside the unfortunate young girl and flexed the cane in his hands. He felt his penis hardening as he looked at Sophie's lovely firm, round buttocks. He pushed her legs wide apart with his foot and until he could see her pussy and her tight little brown anus.
"I'm really sorry sir," Sophie sobbed, "please don't beat me. I promise I'll practice much harder in future."
"You should have thought of that before, young lady," he told her. Then he raised the cane and brought it down hard on her ass cheeks. Sophie cried out in pain and her cries echoed around the room as Monsieur Dubois thrashed her. He gave her six strokes and everyone could see the red welts on her pretty bottom. She was sobbing with the pain and when the caning stopped she was allowed to put her panties back on again and sit down at her desk.
"That's all for this morning ladies," Dubois said to the class, gazing at them over the top of his pince-nez spectacles. You may go to your next class."
Classes lasted for two hours. Art was next and the girls made their way into a room down the hall. Everything was ready for them, including a handsome, naked male model posing on a chair. He was tanned and muscular and his penis was long and thick. All the girls stared at it and made laughing remarks to each other. "Settle down ladies," the art master called. "Anyone would think you hadn't seen a male member before. Now start drawing and show me that you've learned something this term."
The girls had seen several male members before. Twice a week in the afternoon they had sexual education lessons. These were not theoretical lessons, but practical instruction with willing young men who were recruited from outside the school. The girls were instructed in how to perform oral sex, how to submit to anal intercourse and how to satisfy a man with their hands and vaginas. Each course covered all the variations imaginable concerning these subjects. In addition, the young ladies were taught to use crude, vulgar language during sex. Professor Rotenberg knew that men were sexually excited when girls talked to them like common whores. When a man had a wife who was accomplished in all these things he never needed to visit a brothel and perhaps contract a disease.
After lunch the girls assembled in their classroom and waited in anticipation. The sex lessons were very popular. Today they had the Italian staff member Signor Bellini to take the class.
"Good afternoon bella raggazzi." he smiled at them. "Today I have a surprise for you."
He left the room and soon came back accompanied by a tall negro wearing a white bathrobe. The girls gasped, none of them had ever seen a black man before, except in magazine illustrations. "This is Mr. Bongo," they were told. "He comes from Senegal in West Africa and he will be your partner for the rest of this term. Please take off your bathrobe Mr. Bongo." When he removed it all the girls gasped again. He was completely naked and very muscular. His black skin shone in the sunlight coming through the windows. His manhood was enormous, it hung almost halfway down his thighs. "Mmmm," one girl said to her neighbour, "imagine having that up you."
Signor Bellini had heard what she said. "You may have that opportunity Countess," he called to her. "Come out in front of the class."
Countess Maria von Hapsburg was a very attractive brunette aged 19. Her father was the Austrian ambassador in London. She was small and slim, with medium size breasts. She smiled nervously at her friends as she went to stand beside the teacher's desk. He addressed the class. "Can anyone tell me why this young man has been chosen to assist us?"
The girls tittered and nudged each other. One girl put up her hand. "Because he's got a very large penis sir?"
Signor Bellini raised his eyebrows. "Penis, Angelina? You know that isn't the word you're supposed to say. What should you call it?"
The girl blushed and lowered her eyes. "Cock sir?" she asked. Another girl called out "Prick sir."
"Correct," Bellini said, "either word is good. Remember to always use common, vulgar terms when describing sexual acts or objects. Your future husbands will thank you for it. Now, this afternoon we are going to demonstrate anal sex, or ass fucking as it should be called. But before that, have you practiced deep throating cock, using a banana as I suggested Countess?"
"Oh yes sir, I have ," she replied, "I can take it all down my throat."
"Good, then let's see if that's true. Get on your knees in front of Mr. Bongo and make his cock hard."
Maria knelt down and all the girls watched as she took the huge black prick in her hands and stroked it, running her fingers up and down the shaft. She used one hand to caress his hanging testicles which were as big as plums, gently squeezing them as she massaged his penis. Bellini nodded in appreciation, this girl was a good student. When she had arrived at the academy only three weeks ago she had never seen a man's organ before. She had seen her horse with an erection and this prick was almost the same size. The black man's cock began to grow longer and then stood up at 45 degrees. It was the biggest cock anyone had ever seen; at least twelve inches long.