Chapter I. Choice of College.
It was exciting. Maud first showed Charlotte the BOAC tickets. It was a four-and-a-half-day trip. They would take off from the Vaal Dam near Johannesburg, one night at the Victoria Falls, second night in Kampala, third night in Cairo, the fourth in Marseilles, finally landing on the fifth day on the Solent by Southampton.
The impressive aeroplane had two levels with a bar and snack area upstairs. Charlotte could not contain her bubbly excitement as she spent all her spare time looking up information on the countries where they would land.
Maud let her have her head for a time, then gently reminded her that they needed to short list the schools they would visit, which was after all the reason for their trip to England.
The stoop was converted to a large study room with borrowed trestle tables out on all three sides.
Each of the eleven tables dedicated to a different college.
Maud reminding her ward that they preferred to be called a college, rather than a school. Charlotte arguing that until she got real freedom, like at university, they were still schools with lots of rules. Maud could see her point.
They decided that Charlotte would have the decision on location and extracurricular activities. Her aunt on the curriculum and discipline. They very quickly whittled the eleven down to five. Both of them agreeing that visiting three would be enough. They then decided to eliminate one each.
Charlotte laughed when she saw Maud’s choice.
“I knew you would eliminate that school.”
“Why?” her aunt replied feigning innocence.
“Because they say they are phasing out corporal punishment.” Said Charlotte with a smile.
“And yours?” Asked her aunt.
“They claimed to be strong on sports, but they share the facilities with a local grammar school. Game. Set, and no Match!”
“So, we have our three. I will telephone them tomorrow and confirm our visits.” Said Maud.
Early Monday morning Ngoli put the boot door down on the old Ford Prefect and strapped their two cases onto the top of the open door.
The Flying Boat left at midday and they planned to be there two hours before.
After customs they walked down the pontoon to board the “Vessel” as the staff referred to when speaking about the aeroplane.
Settling down in their arm chair style seats, it seemed no time before they had to buckle in, and were speeding over the dam’s surface. Clouds of spray from the hull and the port stabiliser float on the wing outside their porthole. Quickly lifting off they were soon up into the white fluffy rain clouds that had been gathering over the weekend.
That night they deplaned at Jungle Junction on the Zambezi River.
Then were taken to the famous Falls Hotel above the Victoria Falls.
Taking full advantage to see as much as possible including a trip down to the falls rim on a narrow-gauge railway, accompanied by the ubiquitous local baboons clinging to the carriage roof.
The falls in the twilight, were impressive, not only for the spray rising high with multiple rainbows caught in the last rays of the sun; but the noise. Charlotte could well understand why the natives had told Livingstone over a hundred years before that they called them the Thunderer.
After a very early British style breakfast they were off at 06.30 heading north again. At midday, they landed on Lake Tanganyika, everyone deplaned and stood under the shade of a simple corrugated roof, in a temperature that was over a hundred degrees, while the vessel was refuelled.
Back on board they headed for Kampala then Cairo for their third overnight stop.
The fourth day hopping over the Mediterranean to land in Marseilles’ harbour.
Their fifth day taking them to their destination the Solent and Southampton.
Boarding the train into London’s Victoria station, then a taxi to Maud’s Club in Piccadilly, which would be their base.
That night Maud splashed out and they dined at Number 45 in Jermyn Street, a restaurant owned by Fortnum & Mason. Walking back to the club Maud commented.
“When, we get a moment I will take you to Fortnum & Mason’s shop, or more correctly it is called an emporium, and like Harrods they have an amazing range of products on offer. It was founded in 1707 by William Fortnum a footman to Queen Anne and his landlord Hugh Mason.”
The following morning they took a train to the first school down in Dorset.
Maud had saved what she thought to be the best till last; The Claire Clifton College for Girls near Winterbourne Gunner, in Wiltshire, out in the country near an old mainly deciduous wood. The College had thoughtfully sent a local taxi driver to meet them at Salisbury station.
Leaving the small village of Winterbourne Gunner the driver pointed out the College.
It was perched on a rise overlooking pastures for dairy cattle.
The long drive through the fields was lined by very old oak trees, probably planted in 1810 when the school had ben purpose built for the education of the gentry; and had initially been an agricultural college.
Thus, the position, away from urban development and surrounded by the habitat of farmers.
The end of the gravel drive swept in an oval in front of the partly ivy-covered red brick facade.
“I like it already,” murmured Charlotte.
“Appearances may not be everything, but I do agree. Let’s hope the rest is as good.” Replied Maud as they stepped out of the taxi.
“Can you wait for us, we may be some time?”
“Not a problem we are never busy outside term time.” Was the cabby’s reply.
Maud was about to pull on the long brass chain hanging at the side of the door, when it was opened by a very tall smartly dressed lady with glasses perched on the end of her nose.
Looking over the glasses and at her slightly taken aback visitors. She ventured.
“If I am in my study I hear the cars arriving on the gravel, and outside term time we have limited staff.
So, Welcome. I am Emily McIntosh the Principal, or Headmistress if you prefer, of The Claire Clifton College for girls. We tend to refer to it as just Clifton College
First I suggest we cover the key issues you want to discuss.
Then I will get one of our senior girls to show you round the college.
We have eight girls staying here during these holidays.
Mostly because their parents are in the forces and are in the middle of relocation.”
Showing them onto her study, Emily sat behind a large highly polished mahogany desk. Piles of files neatly arranged over half of its surface. Maud and Charlotte sitting in two of the four chairs arranged in front of the desk. Emily obviously relaxed, as she sized up her visitors. Both Maude and Charlotte looked with open curiosity around the wood panelled room.
A large double window behind Emily, both open allowing a soft warm summer breeze to occasionally turn up just the corners of some of the papers.
One wall was dedicated to shelves of mainly leather-bound books with a leather buttoned sofa with roll arm ends under the shelves. The two remaining walls were covered in photographs of various school teams, and the annual long panoramic takes of the whole school, pupils and teachers with the school crest and motto ‘Mensvincit.’ The mind conquers; both Emily and Charlotte translated.
They also exchanged glances as they both noticed the polished artillery shell casing from which jutted an assortment of canes, hanging above was a paddle with a leather-bound handle.
Emily noticed the exchanged glances. In a soft but strong voice she said
“We believe in, and administer corporal here in various ways and at different levels.”
“What do you mean by different levels?” Asked Maude.
“I alone can use the cane and paddle at my sole discretion. The teaching staff however, matron, the Head of College and the Sports prefect can all use a plimsoll as well as hand spanking. The school prefects are the only ones permitted the option to spank bared bottoms. The house prefects must spank over the regulation school knickers. Do either of you have a problem with our policy?”
“No.” They answered almost in unison. Charlotte’s mind began to work overtime as she suddenly realized the importance of the rolled leather ends to the couch.
She began to blush.
“Let us hope that you never get too close to that sofa.” Emily smiled as she said this to Charlotte.
Emily and Maud spent some time discussing the curriculum, Charlotte asking about the sport, and art opportunities.
“What month is your birthday?”
“March.” Replied Charlotte.
“Then if you join us in September for the Winter Term you will enter the Fifth form.” Emily observed.
“The form mistress in 5c is Miss Oliver, who teaches English and Sport.
If you manage 5a, depending on the short test we will give you, then it will be Miss Benson who is also our French teacher.”
Emily asked if she had answered all their questions; and was now the time to see round the college and grounds.
“Yes please.” Maud replied with some enthusiasm. Emily walked to the pictures and pushed a standard brass door-bell inset into the wall, a distant bell sounded but quite distinct.
“My new idea. This is an extension of the bell push in the Assembly Hall. It allows me to avoid a long walk in term time.”
Shortly after there was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in.” Was Emily’s sharp response. Then introducing the newcomer.
“This is Susan Clarke, she will be in the Sixth, and is a College Prefect. Susan this is Charlotte and her Guardian Mrs. Baldwin.”
Charlotte gazed transfixed as she took in Susan. Tall, an almost imperious face, dark bushy eyebrows. Aquiline nose, full lips and a strong jaw line. Most striking were her breasts, high on her chest very large but at the same time very jutting and pointed. Narrow waist above almost matronly hips long legs topped by substantial buttocks. She was in love, never had she wanted to be so totally possessed and dominated by anyone.
There was nothing, in her wildest imaginations that she would not submit to or do, to please this supreme goddess. In short she had, what she learnt later, a crush on Susan.
However it was obvious, too obvious to Charlotte, that Susan did not even notice Charlotte, her eyes were on Maud.
The four of them left Emily’s study; Susan leading the way, Charlotte trailing at her heels.
After they had been round the buildings, and before walking round the grounds, Emily and Maud excused themselves to repair to Emily’s study for tea and further discussion. Not before Maud had drawn Charlotte aside to ask her opinion, to which her ward had given her enthusiastic affirmation of her desire to study at Clifton College.
Charlotte like a puppy on a leash followed Susan round the grounds.
Susan lead Charlotte to see the sports pavilion, going inside Charlotte had to wait until her eyes adjusted from the bright sunshine. Arranged along the walls were six sofas, and a door she presumed, leading to the changing room; as there was the noise of a shower and intermittent giggles. Two girls were curled up on one of the sofas deeply engrossed in a book they were sharing.
“Is that my copy of Peyton Place?” Demanded Susan.
“Yes.” One girl replied.
“We will take good care of it.” Said Susan.
“Remember to put it back in the secret store, and if it is found by Spanky, it is your copy, not mine.”
“Yes Susan.” They replied in unison.
“Spanky is the nickname for the Headmistress. Emily. Emily Pankhurst the famous suffragette that the Principal so admired. From that to Emily Spankhurst.
Thus ‘Spanky’. A long way round, but appropriate as she does like to spank girls on their bare bottoms. Especially at Assembly.”
Just then two naked girls came out of the changing room. Pulling at each other in play and giggling.
Both were chubby, the taller one with small breasts wide hips and a dark thatch around her pussy; the smaller however with large breasts that wobbled all the time, was really chubby and her mons was shaved bare, with just a hint of fair hair re-growing, she was obviously aroused as her labia were distended and parted to show her pee hole and hood. They stopped and still holding hands, stared at Charlotte.
“And who on god’s earth, is this vision of innocence.” The taller asked.
“Let me make the introductions.” Said Susan.
“Charlotte this is Virginia.” Pointing to the taller of the two.
“And her toy girl is Jane.
On the sofa are Sissy and Bryony.” Each girl raising their hand as Susan spoke their names.
Sissy looked at Virginia and asked.
“Are you going to spank and play with your toy girl Virginia, or not? Bryony and I are in the mood for a little voyeurism, especially if you are going to make that big bottom really red.”
“Yes.” Replied Virginia.
“But if she stays.” Nodding towards Charlotte,
“She has to agree now to do what I ask of her later.” Virginia added.
There was silence for a while. Finally, Susan broke the silence.
“Well do you agree or not Charlotte?”
“Yes.” Said Charlotte.
“Yes what? We have an unwritten rule in Clifton that promises made must always, but always be honoured. If broken then the punishment is to be taken into the woods and caned by all four School Prefects with a branch. So, you can understand it is not often this rule is broken.
Yes, you agree or Yes, you are leaving?”
Charlotte was worried that she was getting out of her depth. But one look at Susan, whom she did not want to disappoint, and so she said softly.
“I agree to Virginia’s terms.”
“Then go and sit between Sissy and Bryony.” Said Susan pointing to their sofa. Charlotte was peeved a she had hoped to sit by Susan, she tried hard not to show it. She wanted to be perfect for her heroine.
As she sat down a hand from each girl fell onto each of her knees staying there, but squeezing gently.
Virginia led Jane to a sofa where she pulled Jane between her parted legs. Closing them round Jane and crossing her ankles Sissy reached forward to grab part of each large buttocks, pinching them till Jane moved her hips forward, presenting her naked pussy to Sissy’s waiting mouth.
Sissy sucked and licked hard making Jane moan. Lifting her head, she asked.
“Have you been a naughty girl, tell mummy?”
“Tell mummy what naughty things have you done.”
“I have been playing with myself.”
“Where? Show me.”
Jane’s finger went to her now protruding clitoris.
“And what has mummy told you about rubbing down there?”
“That I must not do it.”
“And that if I feel frustrated I must come and tell you, and you will make it better for me.”
“What happens now?”
“I get my bare bottty spanked.”
“Yes, and how many times did you play with yourself?” There was a silence.
“Answer mummy.” The reply was a barely audible whisper.
“Three times mummy.”
“Now tell mummy again what happens if it is more than one time?”
“No, please mummy. Please no!”
“Tell mummy, don’t make mummy angry.”
“Mummy spanks my bare botty with a gym shoe, till this naughty girl cries.”
“Go and bring me a gym shoe, there are plenty to choose from here.”
“Please not in front of all these people.”
“Silly girl for arguing, now mummy is angry, and you bottom will know it.”
Jane disappeared into the changing room. Coming back with a grubby gym shoe.
“Now you have made mummy really angry.
Go and wash it, I am not going to use a dirty shoe on your nice clean bottom that I have just washed for you.”
Charlotte could not help herself looking at Jane’s large behind as she walked through the door, her two cheeks moved independently and very provocatively up and down.
She twitched very slightly, but enough for Sissy and Jane to notice, their hands slid up on the inside of Charlotte’s legs, gripping the soft inner thigh they pulled Charlotte’s legs wide apart.
Sissy bent sideways and whispered in Charlotte’s ear.
“Keep them parted. Bryony will want to suck you off when she is properly excited watching Jane’s spanking.
And I will want my finger in your arse hole, to make sure you push yourself hard into Bryony’s mouth.”
Jane came back and handed Virginia a brand-new gym shoe she had found.
“That is much better, now over my lap and let me see this naughty girl’s big wobbly bottom.”
Jane bent over and her big round cheeks seemed even larger when pushed up in the air. Virginia ran her hands over the soft yielding muscle. It was a delight to feel, and she could easily part the big cheeks to gaze down the resulting ravine to see Jane’s very small anal ring nestling at the foot of the ravine.
Charlotte’s felt her legs being pulled impossibly further apart. Briony ran her finger under the elastic and pushed straight into Charlotte’s vagina.
“Is she wet?” Asked Sissy.
“Very.” Came the reply.
“And I will make certain these pretty white panties with their rose buds are properly wet before we take them as a trophy.” Bryony frigged Charlotte fast and non-too gently; soon her creamy cum flowed.
“Now that the panties are showing her cum well, I will get them off, so I can suck her dry.”
Bryony took a penknife out of her pocket, slicing the side elastics, she then tugged on the front panel, pulling the panties through Charlotte’s crotch and off.
There was the solid sound of. Thwack. In the absolute silence that followed, all eyes fell on the upturned bottom across Virginia’s lap, the pink flesh was topped by an irregular red circle spreading out over the left cheek. A lengthy pause.
Then. Thwack. A similar red circle on the right cheek. The fascinated audience was silent.
Suddenly there was a staccato of.
This time the silence was broken by a piercing shriek, followed by a constant sob.
“There, there, mummy only has one more smack to give this naughty bottom. Then she will make it all better.”
Virginia gently stroked the now totally reddened cheeks. Smoothing them till all was quiet, then another.
Again, the sobs for a short time.
Virginia quickly consoled the bottom’s owner, kissing and parting the cheeks to run her tongue down to rim the tight anus open.
Her hand slipped into her pocket bringing out a slender electric dildo, using it expertly as Jane’s pain was speedily turned into a strong and very loud orgasm.
“Good, now the same for you Charlotte.”
Charlotte felt Sissy’s hand move under her to grope her anus; and push into her rectum.
Bryony attacking her vagina with her mouth and tongue.
Sucking out her running juices with her lips, and Sissy intensifying her orgasm by inserting a wiggling finger into her rectum, rhythmically fucking her arse.
Thrusting forward Charlotte could not avoid Bryony pushing her tongue ever deeper into her sensitive passage.
Charlotte gripped Bryony’s shoulders as she was rocked by her body taking over.
A long “Oooooh!” Making Sissy and Bryony smile at each other.
“One last thing.” said Sissy, gripping the front of Charlotte’s thin summer frock and wiping her wet pussy with it leaving a dark stain very visible.
“Spanky will notice that, when you take her back Susan. So she will remember that Charlotte is wilful.”
“Your panties will be pinned to our trophy wall in our prefect’s den, for all to see and sniff.” Said Sissy.
“The New Girl’s panties. When they come back next term. Everyone will want to see the body they covered.”