Miss Hannah's Girls

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Julia had reported to Miss Hannah for her weekly interrogation on m**********n. Some girls were apt to over-indulge, taking the edge off their appetites, and needed to be closely monitored. “How many times?” Miss Hannah said, looking at the book in which she recorded the s****l activities of her girls.

“Two, Miss Hannah,” Julia said. “But I only kept it down by a superhuman effort. I’ve been so horny, Miss Hannah, I couldn’t think of anything else.”

“You must continue to control it,” Miss Hannah said sternly.

“But it’s hard. I feel this buzzing in my cunt all day.”

Miss Hannah smiled. “Perhaps it’s bees,” she said.

“No, seriously, Miss Hannah,” Julia cried. “I don’t know if I can help myself.”

“You must,” said Miss Hannah. “You know that I wish my girls to be in a continual state of arousal, not to dissipate their desire in self-abuse. You have an appointment this week and I want you ready.”

“Yes, but that’s not till Friday. How can I control it till then?”

“Perhaps you need discipline,” said Miss Hannah ominously.

Julia knew only too well what that meant. She could feel the goose pimples rising on her bottom already. She didn’t want it; Miss Hannah was notoriously strict with her cane. She didn’t want it; but perhaps she needed it.

“Go to the gym,” said Miss Hannah. “Then take a cold shower. Come back and see me tomorrow.”

Hannah tried always to practice what she preached. She was sparing in the orgasms she allowed herself, even though she had plenty of opportunity for s****l play with the girls she was training. When she had first taken on her responsibilities, she wondered if it was right for her to use these young girls for her pleasure. Was she not just exploiting them, indulging herself at their expense? She discussed it with Rachel.

“They look up to me, these girls. I want them to. I want them to believe in me, believe in what we do. But how can they do that if they feel they are being taken advantage of?”

“But do they?” countered Rachel. “It’s my observation that the girls are proud to have s*x with you. They regard it as a privilege. They feel they learn from you, both in technique and in how to conduct themselves as the servants of prestigious p*****s. They are happy to be of service both to you and to the clients.”

“I hope you’re right,” Hannah said. “But I think I need to be vigilant about my motives in order not to deceive myself.”

She decided she would try not to take more than two orgasms a week, and to have s*x with no more than one of the girls every week. Of course limiting herself in this way only served to increase the prestige of sharing her bed, since Rachel was right; most of the girls were eager for the experience, not just once but often.

“Rachel,” she said, “if ever you see me over-indulging with any particular girl, warn me about it. I cannot afford to have favourites, or permit myself to fall for the charms of one above the others.”

“I will,” said Rachel. “But I think you are hard on yourself at times.”

Rachel was well aware that Hannah expected her deputy to follow the same principles in her involvement sexually with any of the girls. Sometimes it was hard; the girls were pretty and there was a general air of frankness about s*x, hardly surprising in view of the activities they followed. And the girls themselves were often only too ready to hop into bed with either Hannah or Rachel, hopeful that they might win special privileges, or merely gain prestige.

Julia came back to see her the next day. “Have you done it since I last saw you?” Miss Hannah asked her.

Judith looked down at the ground. “I went for a run with a couple of the girls, hoping to work off some of my appetite. But when we got back we all took a shower together, and the other two started fooling around, touching, kissing, and I became so aroused I just could not help myself, especially when one of the girls put her hand between my legs. I came almost at once, Miss Hannah.”

“I am disappointed in you, Julia,” Miss Hannah said. “Perhaps you need a lesson in self-denial.”

“What kind of a lesson?” Julia asked, fearful.

“Take off your clothes,” Miss Hannah said.

“What, all of them?”

“Of course all of them. Quickly.”

Miss Hannah had Julia lie on the sofa on her back. She sat beside her and put her hand on Julia’s belly. It was smooth, soft, contoured as it dipped towards her mound. Hannah slid her hand downwards.

“Open your legs,” she said.

Julia obediently parted her thighs. Hannah’s hand continued on down, stroking over the freshly shaved mound, then on down to the lips of the cunt, gently tugging on them, prising them open. Hannah put her finger into Julia’s cunt. The girl sighed and moved slightly.

“Shh,” said Hannah. “If you make any response, any response at all, I shall stop.”

Julia closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. Hannah began to slide her finger in and out of her cunt. She ran it up and down the little pink lips, then pushed it back inside. Hannah found the c**t, already slightly swollen. Julia gripped a cushion, breathing hard. Hannah began to caress the little nub, coaxing it into life, feeling it get bigger and bigger. Julia began to tremble as her orgasm got near. Hannah passed the tip of her finger slowly over the top of Julia’s c**t. Her breathing was tense. Hannah could feel the orgasm was very, very close. Then she took her hand away.

Julia sighed with disappointment. “I wasn’t moving, Miss Hannah, really I wasn’t.”

“I think you’ve had your ration of pleasure for this week,” Miss Hannah said. Julia whimpered with frustration.

Miss Hannah put her finger back on Julia’s c**t and began to stroke. “You must learn control and restraint,” she said. “Little girls who are dedicated to the service of superior p***y deny their own desires and think only of the desires of others.” She took her finger away.

“Yes, Miss Hannah,” Julia said with a sigh of resignation.

“You have an appointment at the end of this week,” Miss Hannah said. “Show me how you plan to pleasure the p***y you are assigned, without regard to your own needs.”

“Yes, Miss Hannah,” Julia said. Without further instruction, she slid down onto the carpet and pushed up Miss Hannah’s skirt. Slowly she slid down Miss Hannah’s black silk knickers and buried her face between her legs. Miss Hannah parted her thighs wider and pushed the girl’s head down, holding it firmly in place as her tongue worked Miss Hannah’s p***y and sought her c**t. When she found it, she sucked it carefully into her mouth, then licked it across with her tongue. Miss Hannah purred with pleasure. “Good girl,” she said.

Miss Hannah lay sprawled on the sofa after Julia had completed her task. “Remember,” she said. “No more than twice a week. If I discover you are exceeding the limit, you will be locked into a chastity belt.”

Julia didn’t care for the idea, a band of cold steel next to her cunt. Surely it must be uncomfortable. If she couldn’t stay within the limit, she would have to be very careful indeed not to be found out.