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Schoolgirls

... for your removal.’ Olga felt almost faint and staggered, clutching the edge of the desk to steady herself. This was awful – it was far, far worse than she had feared or expected. To be expelled from school for lesbianism was a social disaster – whilst a great deal of sexual congress went on between the girls at boarding schools and the women’s colleges at Oxford and Cambridge universities, the absolute social rule was that it was never publicly acknowledged or exposed. This would mark Olga out as a pariah in her social circle, and it would enrage her parents. She would be ostracized, and her wealthy father might even disinherit her. Anything – absolutely anything – was better as an alternative. Olga began to plead tearfully with Vera, proclaiming how sorry she was and begging to be given another chance. She declared her willingness to accept any other punishment, if only she could remain at the school and her parents not be told of her misdemeanor. In her distraught state, she did not notice the gleam that came into the mature teacher’s eye when she offered this, or realize it was exactly what Vera had intended when she had announced her draconian punishment. Vera pretended to be swayed by the girl’s contrition and beseechments into slowly reconsidering her decision, whilst concealing her inner glee and the warm dampening in the folds of her labia. This would be sweet, she thought to herself, sweet indeed, as she regarded the attractive and curvaceous young girl-flesh that ...

... was offering itself up to her mercy. ‘Well ...’ Vera said with a show of reluctance, ‘if you mean what you say about accepting any other punishment, then perhaps another way is possible. But you must agree in advance to whatever I impose on you, and if you balk or object to it then you will be expelled without any further debate or appeal – is that agreed?’ Olga was so relieved that at once she gave her assent, and burbled her thanks to the teacher for giving this reprieve. ‘Furthermore,’ added Vera, ‘for this offence, a single punishment is not enough – you will also report to my office twice a week for the same punishment for the rest of this summer term, and once a week all through next year.’ Olga gave a kind of gasp, but the alternative was no alternative at all, and she mutely nodded her assent – after all, she consoled herself, whatever it was couldn’t be too bad, and there were only seven weeks of the term left anyway; she could endure it, and do so next year as well. Vera looked at her sternly, clearly requiring more definite assent, and with a bit of sniffing, Olga haltingly declared her acceptance of any punishment, as was deemed appropriate. ‘Good,’ said Vera less severely, and she handed Olga a handkerchief and told her to wipe her eyes and nose, and not to be afraid. The top of the Vera’s large rosewood desk was quite clear apart from a few papers and the telephone, which she removed to a side table. Olga was ordered to stand in front of the desk, and bend over ...