Miss Hannah's Girls

Chapter Three-2

“Well done, Penelope,” Hannah said. “Both of you put your clothes back on now.”

When they had got dressed, Hannah made them both pull down their knickers again and turn their bottoms, so she could inspect her handiwork. She stroked each girl’s bottom gently for a minute or two, before ordering them to pull their knickers up once more.

“I will see you both tomorrow at the same time.” Hannah said. “In the meantime, remember, no m**********g. And no touching of other girls, either. Not for the moment.”

Penelope was disappointed at that. She had already seen another girl she fancied, one with black hair and red lips, lithe and graceful. Being in a girls’ college was paradise; at least she had thought so, but there would be nothing but frustration if Miss Hannah’s rule was strictly enforced.

“What will happen tomorrow?” asked Phoebe.

“Wait and see,” said Hannah.

Later, Rachel dropped by. “Did you see those two girls I sent you?” she asked.

“Yes,” said Hannah. “I think they’ll do, with a bit of training. One of them, Phoebe, claims to be a bit bisexual. She’ll have to be weaned off that.”

“You’re the one to do it,” said Rachel with a laugh.

“That reminds me, it’s a little while since we saw Ulrike,” Hannah said. “I think she could probably do with a little refreshment of her commitment.”

“Good idea,” said Rachel. “Shall we get some girls in to watch?”

“Humiliation is always more effective when there is an audience,” Hannah said. “Let’s get those two new girls in and give them a taste of things to come. But first they need another lesson. I need you to be present, Rachel, same time tomorrow.”

“It’s a date,” said Rachel.

The next day Phoebe and Penelope were led in, looking slightly nervous. Perhaps, thought Hannah, they had been talking to the other girls about just what was involved, about the strict discipline, and the punishments for falling short in any respect. Hannah was not a sentimentalist. If a girl was going to do credit to their organisation and give clients full satisfaction, then she needed to be trained to a high level. The organisation specialised in the provision of girls trained in b**m in all its forms. Not all the girls were chosen for this role, but Hannah liked them to undertake this work if they could, because it brought in more money. And, if she was honest, she enjoyed the training so much more.

“So, girls,” Hannah said brightly, “today we make a start. I need first to ask you some more questions. Some you will find intrusive, but you will answer fully and frankly. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Miss Hannah,” said the two girls in unison.

“We have established that Penelope is exclusively lesbian and that Phoebe has had a few boys. Now I need to know in more detail the extent of your s****l experience. You first, Penelope.”

Hannah was holding a clipboard with a series of questions written down. “First, have you been penetrated in your cunt?”

“Yes, Miss Hannah,” Penelope said.

“With a dildo?

“Yes.”

“With a strap-on?”

“Yes.”

“You have used a vibrator?”

“Yes, Miss Hannah”

“You have received c*********s?’

“Yes, Miss Hannah.”

“And administered it to another?”

“Yes.”

“Has your anus been penetrated?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“A finger, a dildo, a strap-on, a butt plug.”

“Do you like anal s*x?”

“Yes, Miss Hannah, I do.”

“Have you engaged in rimming?”

“Yes.”

“Had it done to you?”

“Yes, Miss Hannah”

“Has a girl ever peed on you?”

“No, Miss Hannah.” Penelope’s face went a little bit red. Goodness, the questions really were intrusive, as Miss Hannah had said they would be.

“And you have never peed on anyone?”

“No, Miss Hannah.”

“Let’s turn to b**m. Ever been tied up?”

“Yes.”

“Give details.”

“Breasts bound. Hog-tied, predicament bondage, suspended, strappado.”

“And were you beaten when you were tied?”

“Yes.”

“How hard?”

Penelope thought for a minute. “The bruises lasted a week,” she said.

“On your ass?”

“Yes.”

“Has your cunt been whipped?”

“No, Miss Hannah.”

“n*****s been clamped?”

“No, Miss Hannah.”

“Anything else you’d like to tell me?”

“Well, Miss Hannah,” Penelope said, “I’ve been thinking about what you said, about some girls being trained as pain-sluts. I think that interests me. When I think about it I get horny. At the same time I am afraid that when it came to it I might be a wimp.”

“That’s where the training comes in,” Hannah said. “Under supervision you will have the opportunity to see what you can endure.”

“Yes, Miss Hannah. Thank you.”

“Now you,” said Hannah, turning to Phoebe. She went through the same list of questions, ascertaining that Phoebe had less experience of b**m, seemed rather frightened of it in fact, but was experienced at vanilla s*x of all kinds, both with boys and with girls.

“Have you ever had a threesome?” Hannah asked her.

“I had two guys once,” Phoebe said.

“What did they do?”

“The usual stuff, Miss Hannah. Spit roasting. Then both c***s in my mouth at once. Double penetration, ass and cunt. At the end they both jerked off on my face.”

Penelope shuddered, obviously not finding this a pleasing thought. Hannah smiled. “Ever wanted to do this again?”

“Not really, Miss Hannah. I’d rather be with two girls. Or three,” she added with a laugh.

“Very well, girls,” said Miss Hannah. “Get your clothes off.”

The two girls stood nervously in front of Miss Hannah. She looked them up and down, taking in the detail of their lithe young bodies. She was particularly attracted to Penelope. Later, when her training had been advanced, she would take advantage of her position and enjoy an hour or two using her. But first, the girls must be conditioned.

“Lie down on the floor on your back,” Hannah said to Phoebe. She made Penelope kneel over the other girl, facing her feet, her face just above Phoebe’s cunt, her thighs straddling Phoebe’s head.

“Now, girls,” Miss Hannah said, “I want each of you to perform c*********s on the other. Take your time. I shall be watching your technique closely.”

Hannah positioned herself close to Penelope’s head and watched as her tongue came out and began to lick Phoebe’s cunt. The tip of her tongue went up and down Phoebe’s labia, which Hannah was pleased to see were of a delicate pink colour, like two petals on a rare and exotic flower. Meanwhile Rachel was closely observing Phoebe, who in turn reached up and took hold of Penelope’s hips with her arms, raising herself up slightly to get a better purchase on the other girl’s cunt. At first she kissed Penelope, lips against lips, sucking on her cunt slightly, clearly enjoying the savour as well as the touch and sight of it. After a while her tongue slid between the lips of Penelope’s cunt and then lightly caressed her c**t, which Rachel could see was beginning to swell. She heard Penelope give a little sigh of pleasure.

Suddenly Phoebe called out, “Can I c*m, Miss Rachel? Oh please, I’m nearly there.”

“Stop,” Rachel said to Penelope. “Don’t let her cum.”

Phoebe made a noise which might have been interpreted as disappointment, or even a protest. Rachel decided that though a punishment might have been merited, since there were in the early stage of training she would be lenient.

“Be careful,” she said. “We don’t like girls who dissent.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Rachel,” said Phoebe.

“Very well. You can both get dressed now,” Rachel said.

The girls looked disappointed that there was to be no more mutual pleasuring, but by now they knew better than to pout. “Before you go, girls,” said Miss Hannah, “a few more rules for you. I am well aware that girls in training are bound to feel themselves in something of a hothouse atmosphere. Everyone is thinking about s*x. And I would be the first to admit that not only are you healthy, energetic girls, but pretty ones too. I have selected you on that basis because, after all, women will not pay large sums of money for girls who do not physically appeal to them. All of this means that you may from time to time be drawn to one another other. I am not so foolish as to think that I could simply forbid such activities. But what I will say is this. If you have s*x with other girls, it must be infrequently. Ration yourself to once or at the most twice a week, just as I decreed concerning m**********n. More than that will divert your libidinous energies away from your vocation, which is to serve and give pleasure to superior p*****s.

Moreover, even though I am prepared to tolerate a small amount of s****l contact, I absolutely forbid you to get personally involved. I cannot have any of you falling in love with another girl. It takes up time and energy that needs to be devoted to those who pay for your services. Personal relations lead inevitably to jealousy, and I will not allow such feelings to interfere with your vocation. I regard you girls as the high priestesses of Sapphic s*x, free of all emotional ties. The pleasure of others is your goal, not love. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Hannah,” said Penelope. “But one thing I’d like to get clear. You said no more than two orgasms a week. You also said we could have s*x with another girl no more than twice a week. Would this mean that we could have four orgasms a week in all, or is the limit of coming twice to include what happens with a girl?”

“Perhaps there is a certain ambiguity in what I have said,” Miss Hannah replied. “But let me be absolutely clear: the limit of two orgasms is the overall total for the week. If you want to rub your little cunt till you c*m, then all very well, but you can’t go slinking off to another girl to get extra. If you get into bed with her after you have reached your limit you must content yourself with edging.”

“May I ask a follow-up question, Miss Hannah?” Phoebe said.

“Yes?”

“Some of us often get carried away when we c*m to the point that we can c*m multiple times. Each orgasm leads straight on to the next.”

“That,” said Miss Hannah firmly, “is something you will have to control. An orgasm is an orgasm. If you keep cumming, you will exceed the limit, and that cannot be allowed. So control yourself. You will have to learn to regulate your pleasure. Bear in mind that the orgasms you are permitted are special indulgences. As inferior, submissive cunts you have no right to c*m at all. You should be focused on the pleasure of your dominant partner, not thinking of yourself. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Miss Hannah,” chorused the two girls, though not without a sigh of regret. Gosh, only twice a week, thought Phoebe. I’ll go crazy.

“One more question, Miss Hannah. What if we are told to come by a client? Does that count towards the two a week?”

“My goodness, you girls leave no stone unturned,” said Miss Hannah, not without exasperation. “The answer is that if the orgasm is explicitly ordered, it is considered part of your duties and need not be counted as one of the two permissible ones. But if it is taken because the client doesn’t seem to mind, and you just feel like it, or, god forbid, you c*m despite the client’s wishes, then it most certainly counts as one of the two permitted. And bear in mind that should you c*m while involved in activity with the client but without her consent, this is something she may well include in her report to me. In which case it may become a serious matter. You know what I mean by a serious matter?”

“Yes, Miss Hannah,” they said. It was not hard to guess; they eyed the cane above the mantelpiece.

“Very good, girls, then you are dismissed.”