Miss Bridget's Girls

by Robin Bond

  “But why have you not told me about this?”

  “Because I was afraid of your response, and that you would force me to give him up. I regard my relationship to him to be in the true spirit of the Circle. To all intents and purposes, he is a girl.”

  “Nevertheless you have deceived me.”

  There was silence. Flora knew Miss Bridget was right. What more could she say in her defence? Her long-nourished dream of getting into Miss Bridget’s bed seemed further away than ever.

  “You know I will have to punish you for this deception?”

  Flora hung her head. “Yes, Miss Bridget,” she said.

  “I need to think about what punishment would be effective. In the meantime, however, I will say again that you have done good work. Very good work.”

  Despite her fear of what was to come, Flora smiled. “Thank you, Miss Bridget,” she said.

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Miss Bridget entered Dr Lowman’s office at the appropriate time, but without bothering to knock. She sat down on the other side of his desk. “I’ll come straight to the point,” she said. “I have with me evidence of the depraved nature of your sexual desires. Speaking personally, I do not care what you get up to. But as the head of the Circle, I am determined to protect my girls from any outside interference. If you do not agree to desist from any further attempts to prevent our activities, I shall be forced to show this evidence to the relevant authorities.”

  “I must warn you that it is my duty to put a stop to the immoral acts being committed by your girls,” Dr Lowman replied. “I will not have this college turned into a brothel.”

  “Before you go further, I advise you to take a look at these pictures,” Miss Bridget said. She thrust her laptop in front of him. Dr Lowman bent down towards his desk to see. Within a minute he had turned pale. He scrolled down, his face becoming more and more ashen.

  “Where did you get these?” he croaked.

  “No matter,” said Miss Bridget. “I think you will agree that your face is perfectly recognisable.”

  “A monstrous intrusion of privacy,” he spluttered.

  “Nonsense,” Miss Bridget snapped. “The head of a respectable girls’ college caught in such flagrant acts is a matter of public concern.”

  Dr Lowman was speechless as he came up the pictures showing him in congress with Suki, fucking or being fucked.

  “So,” said Miss Bridget briskly, “either you make a solemn agreement here and now to leave us alone, or a selection of these pictures finds its way to the chairwoman of the college governors. With the promise of more to follow.”

  Dr Lowman hid his head in despair. Miss Bridget produced a piece of papers on which she had typed his promise to allow the Circle to go about its business without let or hindrance. She put a pen in his hand. “Sign,” she said.

  Dr Lowman hesitated, then signed the paper. Miss Bridget picked up her laptop with the paper and marched quickly to the door. Dr Lowman remained at his desk, his head still in his hands. Before exiting, Miss Bridget turned and said, “By the way, Dr Lowman, Frau Ledermann will no longer be available to you. And of course your plans to debauch one of the students, the girl called Soraya, are cancelled.”

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  “My decision is this,” Miss Bridget said. “You will receive a beating, of course. It will be of exceptional severity. And it will be in public, in front of a specially selected group of our girls. I want them to gain an impression of what can befall them should they betray the articles or spirit of our sisterhood. They will not be informed of what offence you have committed, only that it was serious. After the beating you will be used by all the girls in turn, as a humiliation.”

  Miss Bridget paused. “Yes, Miss Bridget,” said Flora dutifully. She’d seen some of Miss Bridget’s beatings. They were fearsome. It was dreadful to think of what she would consider exceptional severity.

  “The ceremony will be this afternoon at 2pm. You will attend wearing a dress and a pair of shoes, but nothing else. That is all.”

  Flora left, shutting the door quietly behind her. At least, she thought on her way back to her room, it will soon be over. I don’t have to think about it for long.

  She selected a short-sleeved cotton dress in navy blue, modest, even demure. She knocked on Miss Bridget’s door at exactly 2pm. On being bidden to enter she opened the door and stepped in. There were six girls from the Circle, standing in a semi-circle. She recognised them all; moreover, she had participated in the training of four or five of them and had giving them spankings. Now the tables were turned. She could think of nothing more humiliating than to be punished in front of them.

  “Miss Flora,” said Miss Bridget, giving her the respectful title which the girls were accustomed to use when addressing her, “comes before you today to answer for a grave misdemeanour. I shall not tell you the nature of this, only that it merits the most severe punishment, which you are here called upon to witness. After the chastisement is finished, each of you will be invited to use her as a dirty little slut is used. Now, watch and learn what a real punishment is.”

  Miss Bridget turned to Flora. “Take off your dress.” It was somewhat humiliating to have to strip naked in front of these girls. Flora doubted whether more than one or two had seen her naked, and that not for long. Flora unbuttoned her dress, slipped it off and handed it to one of the girls. Miss Bridget went to the cupboard where she kept her equipment. Flora saw her come back with a heavy wooden paddle in her hand. So there was to be no warm-up. Miss Bridget intended to get right down to it.

  “Girls,” she said, “I require some assistance. Four of you will each hold Miss Flora by an arm or a leg, so that she is kept still. I don’t like a subject to move around; it spoils my aim. Usually I like to rely upon obedience to keep a girl motionless, but today I fear the subject will need restraint. So hold her tight.”

  Four of the girls held Flora down firmly over the desk. It was ominous that she was to be restrained. It promised something of exceptional severity. Flora’s belly was all butterflies; yet despite the coming violence, or because if it, her pussy quivered with the anticipation of a true masochist.

  Miss Bridget stood behind Flora, just out of her eye-line. Flora felt the paddle tapping lightly across her behind, measuring the distance. She felt the girls tighten their grip on her. Then the paddle fell, with full force. There was a dull thud, and Flora felt the force of the stroke go deep into her core, shaking her. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced at Miss Bridget’s hand before. She heard a loud cry, like an animal in pain, and realised it was her. Before she could collect herself, the paddle struck again, then a third time. Her whole body shuddered, as if she was being shaken to pieces. But the beating went on, thud, thud, thud. Flora moaned and then screamed; she could not control herself, the pain left her only the visceral response of a wail, a cry, then choking tears.

  Miss Bridget continued. Dimly through the pain Flora sensed the hostility of Miss Bridget’s intent. It was personal, she had taken Flora’s betrayal, as she saw it, as a direct insult and challenge. She had been shocked that Flora should deceive her in this way, and with a man, of all things. Despite Flora avowal that she only ever treated Suki as a girl, the fact was that she was not a girl.

  Miss Bridget had a cold and calculating mind. She was able to appreciate the excellent service Flora had given to the cause in arranging Dr Lowman’s exposure. But that did not mean she was any less outraged by Flora’s disporting herself with a creature of the opposite sex. Miss Bridget didn’t hate men, but she did regard them as a class below womanhood, and people (if indeed they truly were people) not to have any relations with. That Suki could have an affection for this boy and should want to touch him, fuck him, give herself to him, was an insult to the Circle and to Miss Bridget personally. She would revenge it, and afterwards Flora would be chastened, shamed, scourged, but also forgiven.

  At last Miss Bridget lowered her arm. But far from this being a sign t
hat the punishment was at an end, it proved only to be an indication that worse was on its way. For much as Flora dreaded the paddle (she had only ever received it once before, and that from a girl in training, who did not dare hit her very hard), she feared the cane worse. It was this instrument which Miss Bridget now picked up. She swished it from side to side, a sound which set Flora’s body to trembling yet again. The cane was worse, because the entire force of the blow was focussed on a single narrow strip across the centre of the bottom, whereas the paddle distributed it over a wider area. And whereas the paddle thudded deep into the body, the cane remained on the surface, all its evil force brought to bear on a bottom already reduced to pulp, as it felt.

  The cane slashed across Flora’s bottom, and she screamed. It was too much, much too much on top of the suffering she had undergone already. It felt as if her flesh was being lacerated with fire, scorching its mark across the tender young buttocks. Flora struggled to get free, she simply could not bear this another instant, but the girls holding her hung on tight. They knew that if they let go, Miss Bridget’s displeasure would be great, and liable to result in an outcome not far different from that which they now observed being visited upon the unfortunate Flora.

  The pain now became so intense that Flora was starting to lose consciousness, offering at least some form of relief. Miss Bridget could see that further punishment would be senseless in such a case. Nor did she wish to permanently scar such a delicate and shapely bottom as Flora possessed. She lowered her arm. “Release her,” she said to the girls.

  Flora lay sobbing over the desk. “I want this girl used,” Miss Bridget said. “I want her reminded that only fucking by her fellow females is acceptable to those who would retain membership of the Circle.”

  The girls were somewhat mystified by this. Had Flora been caught in congress with a male? It was an unthinkable thought, almost blasphemous in their eyes. Miss Bridget handed one of them a strap-on harness, into which was inserted a large, black dildo. “Get to work on her,” Miss Bridget said. “Take off your clothes except your knickers and take turns to strap on this device. Each of you will fuck her until I say stop.”

  One of the girls, having quickly removed her blouse, bra, skirt and shoes, had buckled on the strap-on. She looked at Miss Bridget, almost too scared to speak, but needing instruction.

  “Which hole am I to use, Miss Bridget?”

  “Whichever you choose, Deirdre,” said Miss Bridget.

  Deirdre decided to fuck Flora’s pussy, something she had been dreaming about doing ever since she arrived at St Swithin’s. She stood behind Flora as she lay over the desk and deftly and skilfully pushed the dildo straight up inside Flora, who, she was surprised to find, was very wet. Despite the punishment (though doubtless because of it, being a girl of perverse desires), Flora’s pussy was leaking, so much so that some was running down the inside of her thigh. She groaned as the dildo struck home, right up inside her to the fullest extent. Deirdre fucked with enthusiasm, knowing that she might never get another chance at the delicious and occasionally imperious Miss Flora.

  “Harder,” said Miss Bridget after a while. Deirdre renewed her efforts, grasping Flora by the hips and drawing her onto the big black cock, harder and bigger than any man’s. At last Miss Bridget indicated that this was enough. Deirdre exchanged the device with the next girl, Philippa.

  “May I fuck her ass, Miss Bridget?” she said.

  “I hope you will,” said Miss Bridget.

  Philippa went to it with a will, forcing Flora’s ass-cheeks apart and thrusting into the tight little hole. There was no lubrication. It was painful; Miss Bridget watched Flora’s facial contortions with an expressionless face.

  The next girl was Gwen. “I’d like to fuck her face, if I may,” she said.

  “All the way down, Gwen,” said Miss Bridget. “Deep throat her.”

  Gwen was a powerful girl. She lifted Flora bodily down onto the floor. She grasped her by the hair and pulled her up into a kneeling position.

  “Open,” she said.

  Compliantly Flora opened her mouth. Gwen pushed the black dildo in, holding Flora’s head back and forcing it in deeper and deeper. Flora began to choke, then she retched. Gwen let her go for a moment, then redoubled her efforts. The dildo was in nearly halfway.

  “More,” said Miss Bridget. “She must take it all.”

  Flora thought she might choke to death as the thing was rammed down her throat with merciless power. Gwen allowed her just to snatch a little air before plunging in again. Flora wanted to beg for relief, but as soon as she managed to open her mouth the dildo was pushed in again. At last, after Flora felt more dead than alive, Gwen relented and withdrew.

  “An excellent performance, Gwen,” said Miss Bridget. “Who’s next?”

  Cynthia was a tall, willowy blonde, always fashionably though tastefully dressed. Even naked, apart from her knickers, she managed to be composed and graceful. Once she had the strap-on harnessed in place, she ordered Flora back up over the desk. “Anal,” she announced.

  Flora’s ass, still sore from the previous assault, which the lack of lubrication had rendered painful, lay motionless. Any attempt at resistance was patently useless. She could only endure. Cynthia made a small gesture towards making the dildo’s entrance easier by quickly smoothing a little saliva on it, but it truth this had little effect. Flora grunted as her ass was ravaged once more. Cynthia’s movements were efficient, pushing the dildo in to its furthest extent, holding Flora’s ass-cheeks apart to ensure the maximum penetration.

  The last two girls, Opal and Nastasia, each decided they would use Flora’s pussy, which was at least some relief. When it was all over, Flora lay on the desk in a daze, her body aching, throbbing. The girls got dressed and left. Flora wondered if she should do the same.

  Miss Bridget lifted her and put her arms around her. “It’s all over, poor girl,” she said. Flora had never heard such tenderness in Miss Bridget’s voice. “You have suffered grievously for your offence, but now it is over. You have paid the penalty for betraying the female sex, but now you are forgiven and have been welcomed back.”

  Flora wept silently on Miss Bridget’s shoulder.

  “Never let disagreements come between us again. I want you to go and climb into my bed. I shall be with you shortly and together we will offer a sacrament to the Goddess of womanhood. Go now.”

  Flora walked through to the bedroom without a backwards glance. She climbed into the big bed and lay under its crisp white sheets. At first she tried to lie on her back, but the bruises on her behind were too sore, and she lay instead on her stomach. She put a hand under her, between her legs. Despite her ordeal, there was life there. Her pussy quivered. At last, at long last, she was in Miss Bridget’s bed. All’s well that ends well, she thought.

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