School of Discipline: The Complete Trilogy: Victorian BDSM Erotica

by Anna Austin

“Lucky Jessica. I wish it was me!”

  Mad. They were all quite clearly mad. I turned away from her, it case her insanity was somehow infectious.

  Jessica’s cries were now rising to a crescendo, and Knott’s assault on her backside also seemed to be increasing in intensity, each blow harder than the last. Suddenly, Jessica gave out a long, high pitched squeal, and seemed to tremble and convulse on his knee. Knott paused, his hand raised high in the air for another blow, then slowly lowered it. The spanking seemed to be over.

  Gently, he lifted Jessica off his knee and set her back on her feet. She swayed slightly, still weak from what I now realized was her climax, and Knott stood and put a steadying hand on her shoulder. I could not help but notice an ominous bulge beneath the crotch of his trousers. It seemed that Jessica was not the only one who had derived some kind of twisted pleasure from the whole sorry affair.

  Tearing my eyes away from the Professor’s groin area, I took another look at Jessica’s face. He cheeks were stained with tears, but there was a lascivious smile plastered across her face. She looked straight up at Professor Knott with adoration.

  “Thank you Sir,” she purred. “Thank you for disciplining me.”

  Knott smiled back at her. “You got what you deserved, but I think we are not done yet. Report to my chambers at 9 o’clock. We shall continue your punishment in private.”

  Jessica’s eyes dropped down to Knott’s bulging crotch, and her smile widened.

  “Of course Sir. I shan’t be late.”

  Knott frowned. “Now then girls! Back to your exercises!”

  I had to get out of this madhouse.

  ***

  That night I planned my escape. Even getting out of the school would not be easy, but I believed I had figured out a way.

  Most of the girls slept in a dormitory, a long room with high wall and an arched stone ceiling. The most obvious way out would have been straight out of the door. Unfortunately, at night the door was locked. In order to unlock it I would need a key, but only the headmaster and a few of the other teachers carried on. I considered stealing one, but decided it was too risky. I was no pick-pocket, and if I were caught I would be spanked for sure.

  Instead, I would need to go out of the window. That would be a risky business itself, since the dormitory was on the second story and there was quite a considerable drop. However, on inspection I had noticed that there was a thick growth of ivy that ran down the wall, which would be my makeshift ladder. I would descend, monkey-like, and then make a break for it.

  What then? I considered returning home and throwing myself on the mercy of my parents, but my father had hardly seemed in a merciful mood last time I had seen him, and I suspected that he would simply return me to St Severine’s. Instead, I had resolved to travel to London and find some sort of work. I could read and write and speak passable French, and so hoped I could perhaps find work as a governess. It would be difficult no doubt. But anything was better than staying here and putting my poor bottom on the line.

  I waited until it was the dead of night and all the other girls in the dormitory were asleep. I listed carefully for any sign of movement, but all I could hear was the soft breathing of the young women around me, and the occasional hoot of an owl. It was now or never.

  Stealthily, I climbed out of bed and dressed myself. Luckily I had been allowed to keep my own clothes in a box under my bed. I had arrived in a dress which although not especially suited to climbing was a damn sight better than St Severine’s bizarre uniform, not to mention much more modest. I could not travel to London looking like a whore.

  When I was finished, I crept towards the window, moving slowly so that there was no noise. Once I reached it I looked through the glass to the ground below, just visible in the moonlight. It was a long way down, and I swallowed nervously. For a moment I considered creeping back into bed and forgetting the whole thing. But then I remembered the spankings I had witnessed. That stiffened my resolve, and I took hold of the window so that I could open it and make my escape.

  Alas, it was at this moment that the plan began to unravel. I pulled on the window, but it was stuck fast. It was the type that opens upwards, but no matter how hard I pulled it wouldn’t move an inch. Finally, I gave an almighty heave and managed to open it a fraction, but in doing so I lost my balance and fell back onto the floor with a crash.

  The girl sleeping in the bed nearest to the window began to stir, sitting up in bed. It was Jane, who had so horrified me earlier with her enthusiasm for the classroom spanking. For the second time that day – although in somewhat different circumstances – her eyes met mine. A puzzled look came across her face.

  “Tabitha? Whatever are you doing?”

  I decided that on this occasion, dishonesty was the best policy.

  “Oh, I just needed some fresh air. It’s awfully stuffy in here, isn’t it? I just thought I’d open the window a little, let the breeze in.”

  From the look on her face I could tell that she didn’t believe me. She looked me up and down.

  “Then why are dressed like that?” While I spoke in a whisper, her voice was clear and confident. Some of the other girls were starting to stir, shifting and muttering in their beds and they woke up.

  I decided to change tactics. “Look,” I whispered. “I’ll level with you. This place isn’t for me. I’ve got to get out of here, and that window is my escape route.” I adopted a threatening tone. “So why don’t you go back to sleep and pretend you never saw me?”

  Jane laughed, looking distinctly un-cowed. “Oh, an escapee? It’s been a while since we had one of those.” She raised her voice, shouting across the dormitory. “Girls, wake up. Tabitha is trying to do a bunk!”

  All across the room, the other girls were now stirring, sitting up in their beds. I saw curious eyes staring at me, and then they were getting up, crowding me into the corner of the room. Jane had climbed out of bed too. Her nightgown was, just like the skirts, rather too short, exposing her pale and pretty legs. But the look on her face was anything but pretty.

  “So, you think you’re special, do you? That you can’t be punished? That discipline isn’t for you? Perhaps you think you’re better that us?”

  I backed into the corner, surrounded. The other girls had me hemmed in. A few looked angry, but most seemed to be amused. A few giggles ran out, and I felt my face flush with anger.

  “What’s wrong with the lot of you?” I shouted. “It’s not normal! They way the masters behave! The spankings! And you all act like you enjoy it. It’s sick and wrong and twisted, and I’m not going to stay here and take it a moment longer. Out of my way!”

  I tried to push through the crowd, but didn’t get very far. At least four girls caught hold of me, pinning my arms to my sides and holding me in place. I tried to struggle, but it was no use.

  Jane stood in front of me, a triumphant expression on her face. She leaned in close, so close I could feel her breath on my face.

  “Don’t worry Tabitha. A spanking is scary to begin with, but you’ll soon get used to it. In fact, I think that you’re probably about to find out exactly how exciting it can be.”

  She took a step back, and addressed the night-gowned mob that surrounded me.

  “Come on girls. Let’s take her to the headmaster!”

  I struggled. Of course I struggled. I wriggled and kicked, and spat and cursed, and did everything in my power to make them drop me. But it was no use. There were too many of them, and their grip was just too tight. After they had dragged me halfway down the corridor to the headmaster’s chambers I gave up, hanging limply as they manhandled me.

  The gaggle of girls – about ten of them had escorted me down the corridor, stopped outside the door to the headmaster’s chambers. It was made of polished oak, with a silver nameplate affixed squarely in the middle bearing his name.

  Dr A.M Grimm.

  Thus far, I had not caught a glimpse of the headmaster, but I had heard some of the other girls mention him in hushe
d tones. I got the impression that he was both respected and feared. Indeed, the girls who surrounded me all looked a little nervous, even though they were here of their own volition.

  Of course, I was more nervous still. I knew that a spanking was on the cards, and that it would take a miracle to avoid it.

  Jane, who was still acting as the self-appointed leader of my abductors stepped forward, and knocked sharply on the door. The whole group waited in silence for a moment, but no-one stirred within. She knocked again, this time a little more firmly.

  Light flared up at the edges of the door, as though a lamp had been lit within. There was the sound of footsteps approaching, then the door slowly swung open.

  Dr Knott stood before us. He was a man of about forty, with a proud bearing and excellent posture. He was quite thin, but in a wiry way that suggested that he was fit for his age. Despite being clad in just a nightgown, he still managed to look dignified – no mean feat when woken up in the middle of the night.

  He appraised the scene in front of him with piercing blue eyes. “Well, well, well. Will someone kindly explain?”

  Jane swallowed nervously, before answering, a slight tremor in her voice betraying her anxiety.

  “Please, Sir. We caught Tabitha trying to escape. She had the window half-open, like she was about to climb out of it.”

  Dr Grimm skewered me with a penetrating glance. I looked down, unable to meet his eyes.

  “Is this true Tabitha? Were you attempting to flee this fine institution?

  I tried to bluff. “No Sir, I was just trying to let some fresh air into the dormitory. It’s oh-so stuffy in there.”

  He looked me up and down.

  Do you take me for a fool? Why on earth are you dressed like that if you only intended to take the air?”

  Having no answer, I remained silent.

  Dr Grimm rubbed his angular chin with his hand. “Very well. It is clear that a very serious breach of the rules has taken place. And even though you have only been with is for a short time, I’m sure that you are aware that even the slightest breach of the rules must be met with the firmest of discipline.”

  My temper suddenly flared, and I felt my cheeks go read as blood rushed into my head. “I won’t let you spank me! I won’t! It isn’t right!”

  Professor Grimm chuckled, though there was little humor in it.

  “Oh, we have gone far beyond the realms of spanking, I’m afraid. That punishment is reserved for only the most minor of infringements.”

  Before I could react, he indicated to three of the girls, including the two who still had hold of me. “Jane, Beatrice, Harriet. You may stay and help me to administer the punishment. The rest of you must return to your beds, immediately.”

  The girls who had been dismissed looked somewhat downcast as they shuffled off back to the dormitory. Not so Jane, Beatrice and Harriet. They were all grinning excitedly, clearly delighted to have chance to take part in my punishment. The bitches!

  Dr Grimm beckoned, and they dragged me into his chambers. The first room was an office. The walls were covered by bookcases, stacked full of dusty tomes. A portrait of the Queen adorned one wall, and in the centre of the room was a large oak desk. I could not help but notice that a number of hooks were affixed to the side of the desk, wooden canes and leather whips hanging from them. The instruments of my punishment?

  Dr Grimm walked into the centre of the room, before turning and looking me up and down once again.

  “Strip her,” he ordered the girls.

  My shriek was cut off as Jane’s hand clamped around my mouth. The other two began to undress me, unbuttoning my skirts and pulled them off. Beatrice took hold of my shoes and pulled them off, throwing them to one side. Soon I was down to just my panties, bra and stockings. But they didn’t stop there. Intrusive fingers hooked under the hem of my panties and pulled them down, whilst Jane unhooked my bra a pulled it off me. Within moments I was naked as the day as I was born, goose-bumps already beginning to rise on my exposed flesh.

  Dr Grimm was watching, a slight smile on his face.

  “Now, bend her over the desk.”

  The girls shoved me towards the giant oak desk. My hips collided with the hard wood as they pushed me up against it, then Jane held me there as the other two went around to the other side. They grabbed my wrists and pulled me down so that I was bent over the desk, my bare breasts pressing down on the polished surface. Jane was standing behind me, and she kicked my legs to splay them apart a little, my bare bottom sticking up into the air.

  My anger had now subsided, replaced by nervous anticipation. But there was something else too, a feeling I could hardly account for. I felt somewhat…excited, as though I was about to undertake some dangerous but non-the-less exhilarating activity. Could it be that some twisted part of me, some dark corner of my mind, actually wanted to be spanked and humiliated?

  I could hear Dr Grimm approach behind me, although the way I was spread-eagled across his desk meant that I could not see him. He spoke in his deep, baritone voice.

  “Is there any finer sight that a young woman disrobed, ready to receive her deserved punishment? Now then, where shall we start? Jane, would you pass me that cane?”

  I twisted my head to one side, and watched as she picked up one of the canes that was attach to the side of the desk and handed it to him.

  My bottom was tingling with anticipation as Dr Grimm approached from behind me. He gave the cane a couple of practice swishes through the air, setting my heart racing. I was perspiring, bead of sweat forming on my forehead and on my palms. I gritted my teeth, waiting for the first blow to fall.

  Crack!

  I jolted forward as the cane made hard contact with my bare backside, setting my skin aflame. I managed to avoid crying out – I did not want to give him the satisfaction – but I certainly gave out a little whimper. My hardened nipples scraped against the wooden desk as I lurched across it, but the girls holding my wrists yanked me back into place.

  “Hold her steady,” Dr Grimm commanded them. “I shan’t be able to get into a rhythm if she’s moving about all over the place.” The pair of them followed his instructions, tightening their grip on my wrists to that I was held firmly in place.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  This time, three blows came in quick succession. Dr Grimm’s aim was excellent – each strike seemed to the exact same spot, branding a fiery line of pain across my already tender backside. With the first hit I whimpered, then cried out for the second, then screamed at the top of my voice for the third. The pain was unbearable, like nothing I had ever experienced before.

  And yet, Dr Grimm abuse of my poor bottom was starting to have another, unexpected effect. There was dull ache beginning to develop in my groin. It was not painful. Indeed, it was quite pleasant, tingly and nice. I was also starting to grow wet down there, just like when I had laid in my bed and allowed my fingers to wander down between my legs, to caress and to stroke. Somehow, to my shame, the pain and humiliation was doing this to me. Just like Jessica earlier that day, I was proving to be a sordid little slut, turned on by the lash of the cane across my backside.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  Another three blows, more pain, more sinful pleasure. The agony of my smarting arse had started to be eclipsed by the throbbing desire between my legs. I was more than a little wet now; I was dripping. I felt a bead of my own juices run from my aching slit and trickle down my leg. I no longer wanted Dr Grimm to stop.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  With each blow I cried out, but now they were yelps of pure pleasure. My nipples were as hard as ice, my face flushed and fiery. I felt like I was on the verge of an explosion, a conflagration of pure pleasure that would burn me clean away. I wanted more. But Dr Grimm had stopped.

  “Do you want me to stop, Tabitha?” he asked me. I still could not see his face, but I could tell from his voice that he already knew what my answer was.

  “No! No! I panted. “Please Sir, I want more.”r />
  “And why should I give you more?” he enquired.

  “Because I’m a naughty girl!” I moaned. “I deserve to be punished. Please Sir, give the discipline I need.”

  He set the cane down on the desk. “Very well. But I think a more… hands on approach is required. Don’t you, girls?” He addressed the question to Beatrice and Harriet, who still held my wrists and to Jane, who had been stood to one side watching, her eyes bright with excitement.

  “Oh, yes Sir.” Jane replied. “She needs a damn good spanking.”

  “Language Jane!” Dr Grimm exclaimed. “I shall have to give you a spanking too, for using such a dirty word.” Needless to say, Jane looked thrilled at the prospect.

  Dr Grimm positioned himself behind me. I knew what was coming, and I no longer had any desire to fight. I wanted to feel his hard hands slap into my bare arse, to feel his skin slam into mine. I need to be punished.

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  He spanked me three times. The first land on my left cheek, the next on my right. The final one bridged them both, his large hand easily encompassing my small, pert bottom. With each one I gave yelp of pain and pleasure, the two sensations mingling into one delicious whole. The throbbing between my legs renewed itself, and I was once more on the brink.

  Then something entirely unexpected happened. Professor Grimm shoved his hand between my legs, cupping my throbbing pussy. He extended a finger and began to stroke my engorged clit, the centre of the great pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm me.

  “Now for the grand finale,” he whispered in my ear.

  Slap!

  He spanked me hard across the arse, harder than any on his previous blows. At the same time,, he had caught my clit between two of his fingers and was rubbing vigorously back and forth.

  “Oh God, oh God, yes… I’m……”

  Slap!

  Another even harder slap, and more delicious friction between my legs.

  “….I’m going to, Oh Lord, yes… I’m going to…..”

  Yet another hard spank, and now he squeezed my clit between his fingers, frigging me hard.