by Victor Bruno
“How absolutely awful. Quite disgusting! But I’ve got some good news, darling. We won’t be here longer than a week. Then we are going to the Nunnery.”
“Oh thank God for that!” The two girls hugged happily. At last they broke away.
“You’d better get these ridiculous clothes on,” said Melanie.
Soon, Virginia was garbed in drab grey. As a skivvy.
***
By the end of the first day, both Housekeepers had smacked Virginia’s bottom for what they termed ‘slack work’. It wasn’t that it hurt all that much (nothing compared with strap or cane) but it was so shaming. Being a grown woman yet treated like a little kid. Virginia endured in silence, knowing her time in the Remove was short.
On the third night, Madame Vosges had two guests for dinner, a man and a woman. Virginia was quaking inwardly but did her best to be service-perfect. Then the inevitable happened. The man began to pinch Virginia’s bottom whenever she was near him.
“Stooopppp!” she hissed at one point, rather too loudly.
“Did you say something, Virginia?” asked Madame Vosges. Virginia flushed scarlet.
“This... this gentleman... he... t-touched me ...” stammered Virginia.
“I scarcely think so. You’re imagining things, girl.”
“N-No... Madame... it really is true ...”
Madame Vosges smiled at her male guest. “Pure fabrication, eh, Monsieur Dupois?”
“Absolutely, Madame.”
“Girls of Virginia’s age are prey to imaginings of this kind,” said Madame Vosges. “It is insulting to gentlemen.”
“Quite... quite so... Madame ...”
“Then, perhaps Monsieur, you would be so good as to punish the girl.” Virginia went an even deeper scarlet.
“If you so wish, Madame.”
“I do. Give her bottom a good smacking. Over this gentleman’s knees, Virginia. AT ONCE!”
Madame Vosges’ influence over Virginia was as powerful as ever. She was still a woman not to be disobeyed. Not for an instant. Sobbing, she fell across Monsieur Dupois’ lap as he pushed back his chair. She felt her skirt pulled up; she wailed and sobbed with shame. Even more loudly when her old-fashioned drawers were loosened from a ribbon and thrust down. She was naked to this disgusting man’s gaze. To his attentions.
“No... no... ooohhhh... nnnnooooo!” she sobbed.
“Silence, girl. You are unwise to fabricate such culumnies against respectable gentlemen. You will now pay for it. Smack her bottom hard, if you please, Monsieur Dupois.”
The gentleman in question was only too happy to oblige. It was a delicious young bottom, curving up soft and white, twitching with apprehension. Mmmm... yes... Madame Vosges was a wonderful hostess. Always had been. He began to smack the creamy-lush buttock flesh as hard as he could, watching the pink splodges rapidly multiply.
The lady guest, who happened to be Madame Dupois, looked on with obvious approval.
***
“You will travel in a sealed van,” said one of the Housekeepers. “On arrival at the Nunnery, you will receive further instructions.”
Virginia and Melanie stood silent, still wearing their humiliating Victorian skivvy outfits. At last, they both thought, we will be out of this hideous School. Anything must be better.
The Housekeeper looked sour, she smiled in a ghastly fashion.
“Bon voyage,” she said.
Feeling a frisson of sudden despair, both girls turned and walked to the sealed van which awaited them.
***
In their scarlet robes, trimmed with gold, the Abbot and Abbess sat in the main Study. Though it was only about eleven o’clock in the morning both were drinking Calvados from long-stemmed tulip glasses.
“Madame Vosges has sent me details of our latest consignment.” said the Abbot. “Looks quite good material.” He handed across two colour photographic prints to the Abbess. The woman with chilling blue eyes studied the pictures carefully.
“Yes, quite up to standard,” she admitted.
“Rather above, I would have said.”
“Maybe. The usual procedure then? We receive them together.”
“Yes... I think so.” The Abbot grinned. As he always did, he was looking forward to the moment of meeting.
It was at that moment, he would open his cassock and expose himself to any newcomers. He would revel in the shock and horror on the young faces.
“Now you can see why I am the Abbot,” he would say. “Because I’ve got the biggest cock of all! Even bigger than that of the Prior, which isn’t half bad!”
Always he looked forward to the moment of revelation.
But, as the Abbot knew, there were even greater delights to follow as the girls were introduce to the life of a Junior Novice.
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