The Education of Victoria (3 page)

‘Madame Hulot did that? Had you done something wrong?’

‘Not at all, I performed perfectly.’ There was a pride in her voice. ‘She held me down over her lap while Eric wielded the cane. I cried but did not struggle. Then with Madame Hulot pressing down on my shoulders he knelt behind me. I thought he was going to enter me from behind but he forced his way into my forbidden passage.’ I had no idea what she was talking about. ‘But forget what I have told you, they are secrets for your next year of tuition. Why are you not asleep?’

I told her about Albert, his desire for a job and his immense attribute. Bea agreed to put the matter to the principal and then bade me to put the light out and get to sleep.

A few evenings later the six of us were sitting in pairs in the drawing room with the candelabrum and oil lamps fully lit. Madame placed the three glass dildos in their padded box and said, ‘I think that is enough of the artificial. Now for the real thing.’ She clapped her hands and immediately the door opened. Three young men entered wearing knee-length smoking jackets. At the front were Wilhelm and Heinrich who worked in the yard chopping wood and stoking the fires in the kitchen. Behind them was Albert. Albert saw Natalie and me and immediately came and stood in front of us. The other two boys went and stood in front of our classmates.

‘Welcome, gentlemen,’ Madame said, ‘now you may disrobe.’ The three boys flung off their jackets. All six of us girls gasped at the sight of three naked men. Albert’s body was completely white except for his arms and lower legs, and he looked and smelt a lot cleaner than when we had last seen him. What had not changed, however, was his long, thick penis. It was considerably bigger than the glass dildo. It stood out proudly, quivering slightly, its root buried in a mass of brown curls, with a fist-sized sac dangling below.

‘Now girls, you may caress the shaft and lightly touch the glans.’ Natalie leaned closer and reached out a hand. Albert was staring down at the two cherries in the centre of the small moons that rested on the white satin of her corset. She placed a finger on the shaft about halfway along its length and slid it first one way then the other. Albert groaned and at once a fountain of milky fluid burst from the tip of his cock and hit Natalie between her breasts. She recoiled with a cry and fell backwards. Madame strode over to see what disaster had occurred.

‘Really, Albert, I must teach you some measure of control.’ Albert looked as unhappy and embarrassed as he possibly could. His penis had shrunk to a quarter of its erect size and hung limp and forlorn. ‘You must restore it quickly, Albert. You are young and should not need to waste time,’ Madame whispered kindly to him and leant down to take his penis in her hands. She massaged and caressed it and in but a minute or two it began to swell and stiffen once again. Madame turned to me.

‘Now, Victoria. You feel it. I am sure we will have no more intemperate accidents.’ Albert took a step towards me and I slid off the chair to kneel in front of him. Now his penis was at the level of my breasts. Albert looked down at them, his eyes wide with the delight of seeing my full bosoms exposed above my corset. I saw his penis stiffen and rise another inch or so, beckoning to be fondled. The foreskin had pulled back completely, revealing the door-knob-sized glans pierced by a small hole which now gaped open. I placed the palm of my right hand on his abdomen, lowered my fingers into the shrub of pubic hair and then, bending my wrist, slid my fingers slowly and gently along his shaft. My thumb rubbed along the underside feeling the tight, smooth skin. When I got to the point where the pink glans began I stopped and squeezed gently. Albert moaned softly. I looked up into his face and could see his eyes wobbling in their sockets. His knees started to buckle.

‘I think you had better lie down, Albert,’ I said quietly. He needed no second bidding and he subsided to the floor, soon lying flat on his back with his legs apart on either side of my knees. I had not let go of his penis and now with it pointing towards the ceiling I began to massage it up and down. The skin moved easily. On each down stroke, the skin of the glans was pulled taut so that it glistened with the reflected light of the candles. On the up stroke, the foreskin slid over the tip. Albert groaned with pleasure on each movement. I was so intent on my actions that I found myself becoming excited as well. I slipped my left hand into my bloomers. Already my pubis felt hot and moist and I found my little knob hard and erect. I rubbed it in time with the vibrations of my right hand on Albert’s cock.

‘Harder, harder,’ Albert muttered between gasps of pleasure. I increased my frequency of movement, both hands working hard, the right on Albert and the left on myself. I began to wonder if Albert could be brought to orgasm so soon after spraying Natalie with his semen. I need not have feared, however, for just as my arm began to ache, Albert stretched out his legs and arched his back, and another fountain of white fluid shot from his penis. The shock pushed me to the point of orgasm too. The spasms of pleasure made me cry.

‘Oh, bravo,’ cheered Natalie, clapping her hands gleefully. ‘You have done him for sure, and yourself too.’ I sat back on my heels, holding my hands up in front of me and stretching out the fingers to relieve the stiffness of the exertion. Albert lay on his back panting.

‘Very good, Victoria.’ I hadn’t realised that Madame had been standing nearby watching me perform, ‘but you must learn that when you are servicing a man, his pleasure is paramount and you should not divide your energy by pleasing yourself as well as him. You will go to my office and wait for me to come and teach you some lessons in the etiquette of lovemaking. Now, Natalie, your turn to work on Albert.’ I rose to my feet and turned towards the door. I was upset that I had apparently transgressed and earned Madame’s displeasure. What punishment had she prepared for me?

Chapter 3
Victoria Learns Discipline

The oil lamp gave me a ghostly appearance in the long mirror due to my white stockinged legs, white satin bloomers and corset, the white skin of my face and exposed breasts. The only contrast was my brown hair and my small red nipples.

For the first time since I had arrived at the Venus School for Young Ladies some six weeks earlier, I stood in the study of Madame Thackeray, the principal. Why I was there I wasn’t sure. Somehow I had displeased her while pleasuring young Albert during the evening’s lesson. Now I stood patiently awaiting her, standing beside her desk and looking at my image. To my right was a large bed as this was Madame’s bedroom as well as her office. The bed had heavy wooden head and foot-boards with pineapple-shaped knobs at each corner. At the foot of the bed was a strange, waist high stool. It was in the form of an elephant standing on four sturdy legs. Its trunk and two curved tusks pressed against the bed and it had a broad, padded leather back.

I turned my gaze to Madame’s desk. It bore just four items, two of which were framed photographs. One showed two ladies whom I recognised in the dim light as being Madame Thackeray herself and Madame Hulot, her companion and assistant. They were dressed in light blouses and dark skirts and carried parasols. The other photo was a different style entirely as it showed a naked woman facing the photographer with a fine scarf suspended lazily from her right hand. She appeared to have no body hair whatsoever. I peered closely and was a little astonished to confirm that the figure was Madame Hulot.

The other two items on the desk also seemed rather incongruous for that of a school principal. One was a black leather riding crop and the other a magnificent ebony phallus. I bent to look at the latter more closely. It was broader and longer than the glass instruments that Madame had given us to practise with, and it had a pair of fist-sized testicles at one end. The other end was a helmet-shaped knob so large that I thought I would barely be able to get my hand around it. I could not imagine what use such a tool could be put to, but further examination was prevented by the scrape of the door opening. I stood up straight.

Madame swept in, circled me and sat at the chair behind her desk. Although surely in her early forties, she was a handsome woman with her long fair hair piled up on her head. She rested her hands on the leather desktop and looked up at me.

‘What is your purpose here, Victoria?’ she asked curtly.

‘To study the arts and sciences required to manage our future husband’s household and affairs and to satisfy him in any way that he desires.’ I recited the oft-heard catechism of Madame Thackeray’s school.

‘That is correct, Victoria, but you disappoint me. You have shown great aptitude for the arts of love but it seems that you cannot resist taking pleasure yourself.’

‘But, Madame,’ I protested, ‘you taught us to find pleasure in being touched and how to arouse excitement in our private parts.’

‘I did indeed and valuable lessons they are, but what you have not yet learned is that there is a time to indulge your own pleasure and a time to devote to servicing your lover. Caressing and coaxing the male member requires all your attention, not least in preventing him from reaching a climax too soon. Instead of using both hands on your man you had one hand up your fanny.’

‘I am sorry, Madame.’

‘You will be, Victoria. However, there is another matter and that concerns Albert. He has a marvellous attribute and will be a great asset to us here, but he is inexperienced and spurts far too readily. As well as learning your own lesson you must teach him restraint.’ I was nonplussed; what did Madame mean? She answered my unspoken question immediately.

‘You will spend an hour each day before supper handling Albert’s magnificent cock. You will ensure he retains his erection for the whole hour without ejaculating and you will refrain from fingering yourself in that time. A senior girl will observe and record transgressions. Next Sunday you will report to me at three of the clock and we will examine your progress. Each failure will be rewarded with a stroke of this.’ Madame raised the crop and brandished it at me. ‘And now I will give you a taste of what to expect if you fail.’

My heart beat faster as I realised that she intended to beat me.

‘Remove your bloomers if you please, Victoria.’ I had little choice but to obey Madame. I tugged on the ribbon at my waist. The bow undid and the garment duly dropped to the floor. I stepped out of it.

‘Now bend over the elephant.’ The purpose of this strange stool had become apparent. I stepped slowly and fearfully towards it. When my thighs rested against the cool leather, Madame pushed against the small of my back with the riding crop. I bent forward until my stomach was resting on the padded back of the elephant. My arms and my hair dangled down.

‘Further,’ Madame urged. I raised myself up on the tip of my toes and found myself delicately balanced on the elephant’s back. I felt Madame’s slippered foot slide between my ankles and push my legs apart. My feet lost contact with the floor and I really was lying across the stool. I was very conscious that my buttocks were as exposed as they could be, as were my most private parts. I lay there listening to Madame’s soft breaths as some moments passed. Not even my dear but strict father had given me more than a spanking before so I had no idea what to expect. I trembled in anticipation. There was a fizz through the air and my left buttock burst into flame. I yelped, but before I could take a breath there came another screech of the crop and my right buttock exploded.

‘Please, Madame,’ I appealed, but to no avail as the crop scorched across my left cheek a second time. I tried to struggle off the stool.

‘Be still, Victoria.’ She was breathing deeply now, but her energy was barely expended as the crop came down again on my right buttock. I screamed out, as it felt that both my cheeks were aflame.

‘That is enough for now,’ Madame said soothingly. I remained thrown over the whipping stool like a sack of potatoes over a donkey. I sobbed but the pain began to subside a little.

I felt a pressure in the small of my back, a finger that began to slide between my cheeks. It lingered, circling around my arsehole. Despite the smouldering fire on my buttocks the touch was like an electric shock. It became the centre of my attention. The finger moved on, parting my lips and slipping inside. I realised that my juices were flowing. The finger delved deeper and was joined by its neighbours and by a thumb that felt for and found my swelling button. I groaned as the pleasure competed with the pain of the beating. In fact the pleasure seemed greater than I had ever experienced. In a few moments I was moaning as pulses of indescribable desire rippled through my abdomen. My thighs shook uncontrollably and I came with a gasp and cry. The hand withdrew.

‘There, that will teach you something, Victoria. Pain and pleasure complement each other, the former raising the latter to a new plane of sensation. You may dismount now.’

A little wriggling shifted my weight so that I slid off the elephant and onto my unsteady legs. I turned to face Madame. She was standing holding the door open, my bloomers dangling from an outstretched finger.

‘Don’t forget – five of the clock each evening, in the drawing room. Return to your room now.’ I grabbed the undergarment and fled from the office and up the stairs.

When I reached my bedroom I flung myself face down on the bed. My bottom still burned but my thoughts were of the ecstasy that Madame had given me. Barely a few moments passed before there was a knock on the door, and a whispered voice asked, ‘Victoria, are you there?’ I recognised the French accent of my friend Natalie.

‘Come in,’ I called, my voice breaking somewhat. The door opened.

‘Oh, Victoria, what has happened to you?’ Natalie approached me and I could see her wide eyes staring at my bottom. ‘Has Madame beaten you? You have a cross of red marks on your smooth, white bottom.’ I explained what Madame had said and the punishment I had received. Natalie laid her hand gently on my bottom.

‘Ooh, I can feel the heat still,’ I said. Then I began to describe how Madame had caressed me.

‘Do you mean like this?’ Natalie’s finger traced out the same path as Madame’s and again my loins trembled with the delectable pleasure.

‘Yes, just like that,’ I moaned. Natalie pressed her hand between my swollen lips.

‘You are indeed excited, Victoria. I am sure that just a little movement like this,’ her fingers rubbed in and out of my vagina, ‘will make you come.’

‘I, I think you are correct,’ I gasped as the tremors increased to a climax.

Afterwards we lay together on the bed and discussed the strange way that the beating I had been given seemed to make me quicker to achieve orgasm.

‘Perhaps Madame will find occasion to use her whip on me,’ said Natalie almost wistfully.

As the clock in the hallway struck five, I entered the drawing room. Beatrice was sitting on a couch, sewing in the light of the sun that was about to set beyond the mountain peaks. As I stepped towards her I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Albert joining us. Bea put down her work and looked at each of us.

‘Good afternoon, Albert.’ Albert nodded his head in greeting. ‘Hello, Victoria. You know what you have to do.’ I turned to face Albert and pressed a hand against his groin. His cock was already hard and straining at his lederhosen.

‘You are not going to do it in those clothes, are you, Victoria?’ Bea’s voice carried a note of authority. I looked down at my long grey woollen skirt and high-necked, long-sleeved, white linen blouse. ‘You do not want to get semen on your day uniform. Take it off.’ I had no argument to put to Bea, so unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders, then unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it and stood somewhat self-consciously in my slip.

‘And the rest,’ Bea ordered. I looked at her questioningly. ‘Yes, I said take off your slip. Don’t waste time.’ Bea seemed to enjoy giving me orders. I grasped the hem of my slip and pulled it up over my head. For the first time in my life I stood unclothed in front of a man, well, a boy, as that was all that Albert was really. His eyes widened as he took in the full sight of my naked body. His adoring look immediately excited me and I felt my nipples swell and perk up. I began to sway from side to side feeling extremely sensuous. My breasts swung in response to my movement and Albert’s head followed them.

‘Now release him, and get down to work.’ I came to my senses and remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I knelt in front of Albert and undid the buttons of his flies. Before I had finished, his erect penis pushed through the suede leather and throbbed a few inches from my face. He pushed the braces from his shoulders and his shorts slid down his legs. He pulled his smock over his head and then stood naked but for his knee-length woollen socks and the slippers that the men wore inside the house. The rays of the sunset streamed through the window and illuminated his body. His skin seemed to give off a golden glow. I gazed at his marvellous tool, so long, so broad, so firm. There was a tingling between my legs and I lowered my arm so that my hand could find its way between my thighs. My fingers found my crack.

‘Victoria, I can see what you’re doing. That’s one black mark against you.’ Bea’s sharp words wakened me as if from a dream. I remembered Madame’s command that I must not pleasure myself but concentrate on Albert. I resolved to do as I was told.

I placed my right hand under Albert’s testicles and felt their weight on my palm. I caressed his scrotum with my fingers, the coarse curly hairs like a nest. I encircled my left hand around his shaft, my fingertips just meeting my thumb. I pushed my hand away from me, pulling back his foreskin. His shiny, purple knob appeared and the tiny hole in the tip gaped. Albert moaned. I looked up to see that he had thrown his head back and had clenched his fists on either side of his thighs.

I closed my right hand around his balls and pulled my left hand towards me. The glans disappeared in the folds of the foreskin. I repeated the movement just once but that was enough. Albert moaned again and shuddered and thick white semen gushed out of the penis and covered my bosom. It dribbled down between my two breasts. I released Albert’s penis and testicles from my grip.

‘That’s hardly a good start, Victoria.’ Bea’s sneer indicated her low opinion of my skills. ‘It hasn’t been five minutes yet. You’ve got to hold him at the edge for an hour. You had better start again.’

Albert had sunk to the floor and was lying stretched out on his back on the thick carpet. His penis, though still three or four inches in length, flopped flaccidly against a thigh.

‘What should I do?’ I appealed to Bea.

‘Caress him, his whole body, not just his cock. Use your bosom.’

I knelt beside Albert and allowed my fingers to wander over his smooth hairless chest. He murmured with satisfaction. I lowered myself further until my nipples touched his skin, and then I moved from side to side so that my breasts made random curved patterns over his abdomen. The movement gave me pleasure too and my nipples become as hard as acorns. Albert opened his eyes and stared at me with a look of utter amazement. I glanced at his groin and saw his penis stir. I continued to move but watched in fascination as his cock unfolded and grew. It rose higher and higher, straining towards the ceiling. The purple head forced its way through the foreskin and emerged like the fruit of some tropical plant. I was surprised by the light touch of fingers on my breasts. I looked round and saw Albert’s hands cupping and caressing my pendulous bosom. The touch sent a thrill to my stomach and beyond. I could feel my lips swelling and parting. I was in a dreamy state of pleasure and unable to think as my hand slipped between the folds of my vulva.

‘Victoria! That’s twice.’ I withdrew my hand and awoke with a start. I knew that Bea would report my misdemeanours to Madame Thackeray and my buttocks tingled with the anticipation of another beating.

Albert continued to massage my breasts while I leaned over him. He was stretching his legs and pointing his toes. I reached out my right hand to grasp his erect tool, but as I did he was convulsed with a spasm and another glob of semen spurted from the hole.