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Chapter 2

Armand Lydecker had been the dean of Northrup Academy as long as any teacher or student there could remember. He was an overweight, florid, bald man who, more than anything else, looked like a clean-shaven Santa Claus, meticulously dressed in a three-piece grey suit. Dean Lydecker believed in the old-fashioned way of doing things as he thought the old-fashioned way might have been. He thought of himself as a just, but firm, administrator, and he frequently mentioned the fact that discipline was a vital stone in the total structure of a young girl's education.

That discipline was invariably administered by Armand Lydecker himself because he believed that young ladies should follow a straight and very narrow path.

Glendora Adams was admitted to the dean's inner office where he apologized to her for the necessity of having her wait while he disciplined a young girl already there.

Glen seated herself on a bench against one wall of Lydecker's spacious office and watched as the fat, bald man interrogated the girl. Although she did hot like the idea of what she knew would follow, there was a part of it which had invariably proved to be a great personal benefit to her. After Lydecker disciplined a girl, that girl always proved very responsive to Glen's tender, concerned approach to her. Indeed, Glen believed that she had shared sexual favors with every girl Lydecker had disciplined over the previous eight years.

The girl who stood before the dean's desk now was a fifteen-year-old named Catherine Gyle. She was small for her age and, as a result, gave the impression that she was much younger than she actually was. Like all the girls at Northrup, she was dressed in her uniform of plaid skirt and white blouse. She was trembling as Armand Lydecker let his eyes roam over the budding curves of her adolescent body.

"So." His deep voice rolled almost like a note from a huge organ, over the room. "You thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Thought you could sneak Out of the dormitory and meet your young man in town without being seen?"

"No sir," the girl was almost stammering.

"Ha!" His voice was like an explosion. "We know. We saw. Oh, yes. We know everything you did!"

The girl seemed about to collapse from sheer terror. "No… I-"

"Sitting in his car. Oh yes, we saw! The only reason we didn't stop you last night is that we wanted to see just exactly how far you would go. Admit it. You were there in the car with him! Weren't you?"

"Yes sir."

"And you let him touch you and feel you and cup his hands on your… your… bosom."

"Yes sir. But we…"

"Never mind!" he snapped. "You had his… his member… in your hand. Didn't you?"

"I-"

"Didn't you?"

"Yes sir."

"And you gave him his degenerate satisfaction with your hand?"

"I-"

"Didn't you?"

"What's wrong with-"

"Wrong! You violated the rules of the academy. You slipped away from the dormitory after bed check. You went to town and there you engaged in a disgusting, perverted act of sexual lust and abandon-"

"A hand job?"

The dean ignored the girl. "We are going to have to punish you, Catherine-punish you severely so that you won't even think of boys any more-so that you will pay strict attention to your studies and to the rules of the academy."

"But, sir, I-"

"No buts, young lady. Lean over the desk!"

Dean Lydecker rounded his side of the huge desk. When he did so Glendora was not surprised to see the bamboo switch in his hand.

"Believe me, Catherine," he told the girl as one pudgy hand lifted the hem of her plaid skirt to reveal the diaphanous white panties covering her firmly rounded buttocks, "this hurts me far more than it will you."

He slipped pudgy fingers under the waistband of the young girl's panties and pulled them down to reveal the rounded flesh of her buttocks.

Glendora watched as Dean Lydecker switched the girl fifteen times. Catherine cried out in agony and the dean's eyes were wide. The child was sobbing when Lydecker finished, and he himself was trembling and covered with perspiration. He seemed barely able to control himself as he told the girl to return to her duties and to think twice before sneaking into town again.

Still sobbing, Catherine passed Glendora on her way to the door, then limped out of the huge office.

Apprehensive, yet still maintaining an expression of casual curiosity, Glendora crossed to Armand Lydecker's desk. The dean was sitting now. He was still breathing heavily, but seemed in better control of himself than he had been a moment before. Glen wanted to speak out to him-tell him what she thought of him and why she thought he really liked to discipline the girls-but she held her tongue. The next few minutes could mean the end of her career as a teacher.

"Miss Adams." Lydecker looked up. "I have some very unconventional news and because of the subject matter I have decided to poll each member of the faculty separately. That way I shall be able to make an honest report to the board of directors before Thursday."

She waited a long moment as he leaned back in his swivel chair and stared at her.

Finally, he said, "The board of directors is considering making Northrup coeducational."

Her mouth actually dropped open. He did not suspect her secret sexual cravings nor the way she had satisfied them for the past eight years, but this-this could be even worse.

"Well, don't just stand there looking as if someone had slapped you. What do you think of the matter?"

"I-I'm shocked," she managed to gasp. She couldn't tell him the truth-the fact that she was enjoying a beautiful and secure life of sexual abandon with young, impressionable girls who were quite literally locked away from men and whose bodies were craving any release they could find. She couldn't tell him that boys entering the academy would ruin her sexual paradise. She had to think of some logical reasons for her shock.

"Shocked," he said. "Why shocked?"

"Well, sir." She groped for a reason to justify her stand-any reason. "The traditions of the academy have never involved the thought of male students. There's no end to the possible trouble which could result from haying boys come here."

"You mean-"

"Of course. We simply couldn't have them in the same dorms. Why, it would cause a scandal."

"Miss Adams," Lydecker said, "the board of directors estimates that the added income from tuitions fees would more than make up for the cost of having to build a new dormitory. Frankly, money is behind the whole thing. The directors feel that this move toward coeducation would not only show that Northrup is with the times, but, quite frankly, would more than double the school's income."

"Well, I'm against it," the snapped. "It's… it's unthinkable. It's-immoral."

"Immoral, Miss Adams?" He seemed surprised.

"Yes!" she snapped. "You may tell the board that I'm against it and that it do everything in my power to prevent it." Without waiting for his permission, she spun around on her heel and stalked out of the office.

She had no duties for another full hour and was grateful because she was trembling with impotent fury. She was well aware of what would happen to her life if young men were allowed to come to the academy. There was probably not a single girl there who would prefer her embraces to that of a man if given the choice.

She stalked across the quadrangle to her snug apartment located in the west wing of the main dormitory building. To get there she had to enter the dormitory, climb one flight of stairs, and then turn left walk past several of the four-girl rooms to the end of the corridor.

It was in this final section of her walk that she heard the sobs, stopped at Catherine Gyle's room and saw the pretty young girl lying face down on her bed, sobbing more in humiliation than in pain.

Glen stood in the hall silently watching the girl's slender young body as it was wracked again and again by convulsions which shook it and the cot on which she was lying. Finally she stepped into the room, walked beside the bed and gently laid her hand on the girl's shoulder.

Catherine turned her head and looked at Glen through tear clouded eyes.

"He's mean," she sobbed. "He's a sick, dirty old man! I know why he does it. I know. He doesn't care if I see Billy. He just wants to whip us. I know."

"I know," Glen soothed. "I know." She rubbed the girl's shoulders in an understanding gesture of sympathy. "Here," she said at length, "why don't you come down to my quarters. I have some salve that will help you."

"Oh, Miss Adams, I-"

"It's alright, Cathy. Come on."

"Gosh… I mean, thanks."

They walked the remaining few yards down the hail to Glen's quarters. Once inside, Glen told Cathy to slip out of her panties and lie down on the bed.

Naive, completely innocent, the girl obviously thought the older woman did, In fact, intend nothing more than to annoint her injured and smarting buttocks with some sort of healing salve. Obediently, she lifted her uniform skirt to her waist and removed her panties so that, when she did lie down on her stomach, the rounded red curves of her buttocks rose like beautiful ripe mounds of pink and inviting flesh.

Glendora had difficulty removing her eyes from the beauty of Catherine's twin mounds. She could hardly wait to touch the girl's flesh, to ease her hurt, and to indoctrinate her into the pleasures of Sapphic contact.

She forced herself to turn away from the girl's exposed flesh and walk to the bathroom, where, from the medicine chest, she removed a bottle of scented oil. Returning to the bedroom, she poured a little of the oil on her palm, and with soft, gentle strokes began to rub it onto Catherine's injured flesh.

"Tell me how it feels," she said as she rubbed.

"Better," Cathy told her. "Much better."

Slowly, with insinuating slyness, Glen moved her hands over the girl's buttocks so that, occasionally, and only then as if it were the most innocent of accidents, she allowed her thumb the whispered almost-touch of the girl's genital lips. She thought the could detect a faint, perhaps even involuntary quiver of response each time, but she was unsure.

She decided to talk to the girl as she rubbed her flesh with the scented oil. She lowered her voice to a sensuous pun as the asked about why she had risked punishment to sneak into town the previous night.

The girl confessed that she was terribly frustrated about being confined to the campus and had only wanted to see a friend of hers named Billy.

"You mean you left the campus to make love to him?" Glendora's voice held no accusation. It was merely a question.

"No. Not really. That's the whole trouble. I haven't even seen a boy for so long, I guess he knew it. We were just talking, honest, Miss Adams, and then when he started playing with my titties, I just couldn't stop him."

"I'll bet you didn't even want to, now did you?"

"Well-"

"Do you like your titties played with, Cathy?"

"Yeah," she said, "I guess so. It makes inc feel sort of all goosey."

"But Dean Lydecker said that you were playing with the young man."

"I was afraid," the girl confessed. "He wanted to you know… do it. Go all the way and… well, I was afraid. I knew he was hurting something awful and… well, I'm still a virgin. I guess that's the real important thing."

"Did you like holding him? I mean in your hand?"

"Oh, yes! It was fun. I guess it was almost worth the whipping."

Cathy had completely stopped sobbing now. She was even smiling as she looked over her shoulder to Glendora who was still rubbing the scented oil into the firm flesh of her buttocks.

"But you're not going to sneak into town again, are you?"

"Oh no; Miss Adams."

"It's going to be hard, you know," Glendora said.

"What?"

"Being up here without your young man and thinking of what it's like to have your titties played with and what it's like to take him in your hand and jerk him off."

"Oh, don't!" the girl sighed. "I don't even want to think about it"

"But then," Glendora continued, "you know what kind of punishment you'd face if you went into town again."

"I know."

"And then, too, you know if you met him again, you couldn't just let it go letting him hive all the pleasure. You'd want some yourself. You'd be risking a baby every time."

"I know," the girl said sadly.

Glendora stopped rubbing the girl's flesh. She got up, walked to the bathroom and cleaned the soil from her hands before coming back to the room.

"You know-" she said as if she had become suddenly inspired by a totally new and unique idea.

"What?"

"I like you, Cathy," she said. "I'd like to help you…"

"You would?"

"Yes, I really would, only-"

"Only what?"

"Only I can't let you risk a beating like you had this morning. I can't let you sneak off campus."

"I know." The girl had rolled on her side now but she was still naked from the waist down. She was obviously very sad.

"And I couldn't let you risk getting pregnant."

Cathy shook her head.

"But-" Glendora hesitated for a long moment as she looked deliberately into the girl's blue eyes.

"I could show you how to have all the cake you wanted and eat it too, if you know what I mean."

"You could?" A wide smile lit the girl's face as Glendora sat down beside her on the bed.

The older woman laid one palm on Catherine's right breast and looked at her deliberately. "You said you liked your titties rubbed, didn't you?"

Catherine seemed confused, perplexed. "I.-"

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Glendora purred.

"But I-"

"Promise you won't say a word," Glendora sighed, "and I'll show you things that no boy can ever show you."

"You will?"

"Didn't I make your hurt better?"

"Yes, but-"

Glendora's fingers were deftly in the buttons of the tiny girl's white blouse. Like the wings of twin hummingbirds they flew down the girl's torso from one button to the next until all of them had slipped easily through their holes. An instant later, her skilled fingers darted behind the girl's body, found the clasp, and unhooked her brassiere.

Catherine Gyle lay naked on Glendora's bed. The only item of clothing covering her in any way was the bunched plaid fabric of her skirt, crumpled like a lumpy sash around her waist.

Glendora looked down to the girl's tiny body. "You're beautiful," she said as her hand again reached out and this time touched the bare flesh of one firm breast.

The girl shuddered as Glen began to stroke the flesh.

"Oh, so beautiful," Glen said.

Catherine looked Glen directly in the eyes. She placed one of her hands on top of that of her teacher.

"Oh, Miss Adams," she sighed.

"What is it, Cathy?"

"Oh, Miss Adams… please do me. Please. I'm so horny!"

Glen looked down at the pretty young girl and let her eyes roam over the pale flesh of her perfect little body. "Don't worry, darling," she assured her. "This will be the greatest thing you have ever felt in your entire life."