Domination Inc. (3 page)

‘So what happened?' Christian asked, sounding genuinely interested.

Whether Elisha's memories were genuine, or she was embellishing the truth for the benefit of her audience, she seemed to have a gift for storytelling that dragged the audience into the tale, and Laurel was mentally revising her initial impression of the girl's potential usefulness as a member of Domination Inc.'s staff.

‘As I told you, Amanda used to make sure that we all behaved ourselves in the dormitories. We weren't bad girls; once we'd put on our nighties and slipped between the starched sheets of our narrow little iron-framed beds, we used to chat to each other and giggle, swapping little secrets, until Amanda came round. She used to carry a torch and shine it at anyone she thought was talking, and we always shut up, because we didn't want her to dish out a punishment. She carried a cane, too, which we all thought was an affectation. As long as I'd been at St Agatha's, no one had ever been on the receiving end of a caning, though I'd heard stories that, a year or so before my time, one girl had been given six of the best by Sister Mary for some misdemeanour that was so awful no one ever talked about it.

‘It was one evening in late September, the year I went into the upper sixth; we hadn't been back at school that long after the summer holidays, and it was still warm enough for Tom to have been out in the garden without his shirt. My bed was next to Geraldine's, and we were whispering together about how handsome Tom was, and how it would feel if he put his arms round us and kissed us, and then Geraldine asked me if I ever felt a funny feeling down between my legs when I thought about Tom. I didn't know where the conversation was going, but I had to admit that I did – it was a nice, tingly sort of excitement, and I liked it. Geraldine told me that she knew how to make that feeling a hundred times better; apparently, if you licked your index finger and rubbed it in the forbidden place between your legs, you could get so excited you thought you were going to die. I didn't like the sound of this at all – after all, wasn't that exactly what the nuns had warned us against? But Geraldine told me to ignore the nuns. She said they were all just hypocrites, and they lay in bed and rubbed themselves every night because they knew how good it was, but they didn't want us to find out that was the case because then we might realise that they were telling us other things which weren't true.

‘And then I realised that Geraldine's hands had disappeared under the bedsheets. The moon was full that night, and by the pale light that shone through the thin dormitory curtains I could see the sheets were moving slightly, and I knew she had to be touching herself in the way she'd told me about. I don't know why, but at that moment I experienced the feeling I'd told Geraldine I only ever felt when I thought about Tom. For a moment I was incredibly tempted to follow her example, then there was a bright light shining in my face.' She paused. ‘There isn't another cup of coffee on the go, is there?'

‘I'll sort one out for everyone,' Cindy replied. While she went into the little washroom next door to the office to fill the kettle, Elisha cleared her throat, and then, once the little blonde was back in the room, resumed her story.

‘You've probably guessed it was Amanda on her nightly rounds. I was expecting the usual ticking-off from her, but it wasn't me she was interested in. Geraldine tried to pull her hands up above the bedclothes but she wasn't quick enough. Amanda pulled back the counterpane, and there was Geraldine, with her night-dress rucked up round her waist and a guilty expression on her face.

‘“Caught you, you little slut!” Amanda exclaimed. She sounded almost gleeful, and I think she'd been waiting for something like this to happen for a while. “You know what happens to filthy girls who play with themselves, don't you?” she asked.

‘Geraldine pulled her night-dress back into place, covering herself up. “Sister Mary says they go to hell,” she replied dutifully, but it was obvious she didn't believe a word of what she was saying.

‘“They do indeed,” Amanda replied, “but not in the way you might have thought. Get out of bed, and go and stand in the middle of the room.”

‘Meekly, Geraldine did as she was told. Amanda switched on the main light, and those girls who had already drifted off to sleep began to stir. The others were already sitting up in bed, aware that Amanda's long-threatened punishment was about to be meted out.

‘“Now, Geraldine, lift your night-dress up to your waist,” Amanda ordered. Geraldine looked as if she was about to protest, but realised that however humiliating it would be to expose herself to the rest of the girls in the dormitory, it would be even more humiliating to lose face in front of them by refusing. So she took the hem of her nightie and did as she was told, lifting it up so that those girls who were in front of her could see her pussy, covered with its wispy growth of blonde hair, and those behind her, including me, could see her backside. She had a beautiful bottom, plump and creamy-skinned, and I couldn't help staring at it.

‘Everyone was waiting to see what Amanda would do next. She put the torch down on the end of one of the beds and went to stand beside Geraldine. Then she unhooked the crook-handled cane from her belt, and tapped the tip of it gently against the palm of her hand. I couldn't believe what was about to happen, and I don't think any of the other girls could, either. Surely no one but Sister Mary had the power to dish out a caning? We were all seniors, we had the power to stop Amanda, but the whole atmosphere in the dormitory had changed; it had become tense and excited, and I think a little part of every girl there was secretly egging Amanda on.

‘Her voice was icy when she gave the next order. “Bend over, Geraldine.”

‘“I shan't. You can't make me,” Geraldine replied.

‘“Oh, yes I can,” Amanda said. “And if you won't do it, I'll get two of the girls to hold you in place.”

‘That threat was enough. Geraldine let the hem of her nightie drop and bent over so that her hands were on her knees. Her stance didn't please Amanda, who used her feet to nudge Geraldine's ankles until her legs were about a foot apart. Then she raised Geraldine's nightie again, folding it back and letting it rest in the middle of her back, so that her bottom was on show once more, along, this time, with her pussy. Of course, I'd never seen that part of another girl's anatomy before, and I wanted to get closer and study the fleshy, hair-fringed lips, and the little hole between them.

‘Amanda positioned herself behind Geraldine and drew her hand back. There was a moment's silence, and then she brought the cane down across Geraldine's buttocks. She couldn't really have hit her that hard, but Geraldine squealed as though she'd been shot and her hands flew round to clutch her smarting bum.

‘“Take your hands away,” Amanda snapped. “There are five more to come, and I expect you to take them without flinching.”

‘That was an impossible task, of course. When the second blow followed the first Geraldine yelped again, but she kept her hands where they were. The rest of us looked on in appalled fascination: there was already one line across her bum, red and raised against her pale skin, and now it had been joined by a second, running parallel to the first. To be fair to Amanda, she didn't draw out the punishment as much as she might have done, although it was obvious that she was getting a strange kind of enjoyment from what she was doing, The remaining four strokes were delivered fairly rapidly, Amanda leaving just enough time for Geraldine to recover from each one before renewing the assault. By the time she'd finished Geraldine was sobbing openly, and her bottom was well and truly striped. What seemed more intriguing to me, however, was that the lips of her sex seemed shinier and more open than they had been when her punishment started.

‘I can't begin to describe the different emotions that were churning inside me at that moment. I was horrified that Amanda had treated my friend in this way, but I was also excited, and the tingly feelings had started between my legs again, sharper and more insistent than they had ever been. But the really strange thing was that I wasn't so much identifying with Geraldine and her poor bottom, but with Amanda. I wanted to know how it would feel to wield that amount of power, to have another girl cringing in fear and anticipation of what I was about to do to her. I wanted to be the one who dished out punishment, not the one who took it.'

‘Told you,' Cindy muttered triumphantly.

‘So what happened next?' Christian asked, still wrapped up in Elisha's story.

‘Amanda told Geraldine to stand up and straighten her nightie. She said she'd make a note in the punishment book that Geraldine had been caught talking after lights out, and had been given six lines as a result – well, it was partly the truth. I don't know whether Sister Mary ever realised what had happened, though I suspect she probably did. After Amanda had left the dormitory and the lights had gone out once more, I suggested that Geraldine should get into bed with me. I had a tube of hand cream and I used it to rub into the weals on her bottom. Well, at first I did. But soon my hands were moving down lower, until I was touching her between her legs. She didn't try to stop me, but instead she pushed my legs apart gently and began to touch me in return. We explored each other for ages; it felt marvellous as we rubbed away. Geraldine showed me the special spot which she said was guaranteed to make you feel like you were in heaven, and when she touched it, I came for the first time in my life.'

Elisha smiled wickedly. ‘It was all downhill from there, I'm afraid. I got into the habit of playing with myself after lights out, and within six weeks I'd lost my virginity to Tom in one of the greenhouses he looked after. Within ten weeks I'd been caught with him, and expelled, and that was the end of my education. It hacked my parents off no end: I think they had visions that I might go into teaching. If they knew how much more money you could earn just pretending to be a strict headmistress, I think they'd have a fit.'

‘So that's what you fancy doing, is it, playing the strict headmistress?' Laurel asked. ‘It's just it would be useful for me to know if anyone feels they're suited to any particular rôle.'

Elisha shrugged. ‘I'm really not sure. I think I could be the dominant head girl, just like Amanda at St Agatha's.'

‘Well, why don't you give it a try?' Laurel said. ‘Think of it as an audition piece. You be the head girl, and Cindy can be the naughty one who's been caught playing with herself.' She glanced over at Christian, cast around for inspiration and found it. ‘Chris, you're the headmaster. Join in when you feel it's appropriate.'

Cindy and Elisha looked at each other, a little embarrassed, then Cindy sprang to her feet and grabbed her long black coat from where it was hanging on the back of the office door. She perched on the edge of the chair and pulled the coat up to her chin, using it as an impromptu bedsheet. That was the cue Elisha needed. She went and stood over Cindy, catching hold of the coat and twitching it out of Cindy's grasp.

‘It's no good hiding,' she said, her voice soft and authoritative. ‘I know exactly what you were doing, you wicked little slut. Stand up.'

Meekly, Cindy did as she was told, head bowed, her attitude exactly that of a guilty schoolgirl.

Elisha glared at her, hands on her hips. ‘You're a disgrace to the house, Beresford,' she said. ‘It's not enough that you've earned demerit points for sloppy schoolwork and for being late for lessons three times this month. Now I catch you with your fingers in your minge. And don't deny it. Everyone knows what a lazy, wanton little bitch you are.'

‘I'm sorry, Elisha,' Cindy replied quietly.

‘Sorry isn't good enough,' Elisha said. ‘I can't ignore your behaviour any longer. I should really report you to the Head, let him sort you out with that long, whippy cane of his. But I'd much rather punish you myself.'

‘Please, you can't...'

‘Oh, yes, I can.' Elisha positioned herself on the chair Cindy had vacated, and tapped her lap. ‘Over my knee, Beresford, or it'll be the worse for you.'

As Laurel and Christian watched, Cindy clambered into place. Laurel watched the tableau that was unfolding before her with a mixture of satisfaction and a strange, unnerving arousal. The two girls were acting their parts so well that she didn't really need Elisha to deliver a spanking in order to convince her she had one potential dominatrix and a confirmed submissive on her books. And yet she couldn't bring herself to ask them to stop. She told herself it was because Christian hadn't yet had a chance to join in the scenario, but part of her longed to see just what would happen when Elisha brought her hand down on Cindy's jeans-covered backside.

‘Six for the demerit marks, and six for your slutty behaviour,' Elisha announced. ‘I think even you can take a dozen.'

Cindy said nothing, waiting passively for Elisha to begin the punishment. She was not prepared for what happened next, as Elisha reached underneath her prone body to unbutton the fly of her jeans and push them down off her hips. Beneath them, Cindy was wearing a pair of virginal white cotton knickers which stretched tautly over her vulnerable-looking buttocks.

‘That's better,' Elisha said, and gave Cindy's bottom a hard smack.

‘Hang on!' Cindy exclaimed. ‘This is just play-acting, Leesh!'