Miss Judith's Girls

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Judith lost no time in her project of turning Frau Ledermann. At the most recent class, she had sat in the front row and focussed her attention fully on Frau Ledermann, to the extent that the older woman had been forced to take notice. Her eyes followed the teacher everywhere, and each time Frau Ledermann asked the class a question, Judith raised her hand, although she had not always been certain of the answer. Fortunately when she had finally been selected, Judith had the correct grammatical formulation on the tip of her tongue, earning her a big smile.

Judith found that during the remainder of the class, Frau Ledermann kept looking at her, as if she now found a special interest in this striking-looking girl sitting in the front row. At the end of class Judith took the bull by the horns and went up to her teacher. She had already worked out a question of German grammar which she felt would get her high points. Frau Ledermann seemed to take great pleasure in thinking about her answer; any teacher is flattered by the interest of a student, not least if the student arouses in her, although at this stage too deep for her to be fully aware of it, a certain erotic interest.

“Come and see me later this afternoon and I will have an answer for you,” Frau Ledermann said. Whether, in her heart of hearts, she could have denied there was some other motivation in the invitation than a desire for teaching German grammar, would have been a moot point. But like most of us, Frau Ledermann did not always care to examine her motives too exactly. She liked this keen, eager young girl, so anxious to learn. What could be wrong with that?

Judith, although not always as perceptive about intent as she liked to suppose, was nevertheless an astute student of those women who were certain in their public pose that they had only an interest in men, but in fact were all too open to overtures from their own s*x. She had derived a sense, from the looks which Frau Ledermann had directed at her in class, that something stirred inside that tight, well-cut grey flannel skirt, fitting so well around those shapely hips and buttocks. Judith had a sixth sense, as most s****l predators have.

The moment Frau Ledermann opened her door, Judith took encouragement. The older woman appeared slightly flustered, as if, despite knowing who it was who was knocking, she had not yet worked out what her response would be. Or did not trust it. Judith, on the other hand, felt supremely confident. She had, despite her tender years, lots of experience of turning girls. Admittedly, they had been of her own age. But she understood perfectly the psychology of those who are dimly aware of stirrings but are too shy or too guilty to acknowledge them, girls ready to be awakened to their inner selves, to their deep need to give service, to be used, or simply to have their fantasies realised, girls who needed to have their cunts whipped or stroked or kissed or stretched or teased. Girls who needed someone to show them what to do, to make clear what was permitted, what was required, and what was forbidden, and hence punishable.

Of course it was perfectly possible that she was wrong about Frau Ledermann. The woman might be dominant and Judith might be in for a nasty surprise, forced to serve her needs and made to lick older cunt, a form of service that she did not care for. She always had to be the one in charge, and it was her p***y, her young, fresh, eager p***y, a superior p***y quivering with anticipated pleasure, moist and getting wetter, that was entitled to service. And of course there was always the possibility that she was completely wrong, that Frau Ledermann was not a lesbian at all. After all, at some stage she had been married. Not that this counted for much, in Judith’s experience. Fully half the girls she had turned had boy-friends. They went with boys because that was what girls did, that was how they got on in life. It was expected, it was natural that they allowed boys to have s*x with them and would eventually marry. It didn’t matter if they had enthusiasm for the married state. For what was the alternative? To be part of that demi-monde of women who were spoken about behind their backs? It was fine not to be married when you were eighteen, perhaps even when you were twenty-five. But after that, there must be something wrong with you if you had not found a husband. All this pressure left so many older women sexually desperate. Some had simply shut down, switched off, but others were seething cauldrons of bubbling desire, on which the lid had been held down. Once the lid came off, it was likely they would choose s*x with whoever was to hand, whoever showed an interest.

Frau Ledermann ushered Judith into her apartment. She offered coffee and Judith accepted. They began a conversation about German verbs, but it soon wandered off into other fields.

“May I ask a personal question?” Judith inquired.

Frau Ledermann looked a little nervous, as if she might be forced to reveal some secret. Judith was more sure than ever what the secret was, and that she would be the one to prise it out.

“Of course.”

“Are you married? Well, of course you must be if you are Frau and not Fraulein.”

“I was,” Frau Ledermann answered. A look of sadness came over her face. “He is dead.”

“Oh, I am sorry,” Judith said.

“An accident. In a car. So I left Germany and came here, to make a new life.”

“Have there been others since then? Other companions?” Judith deliberately left the s*x of them vague. Perhaps there would be revelations sooner than she expected.

“There is a man I see,” Frau Ledermann said. “But rarely. He lives in New York.”

Judith refused to regard this as a setback. It meant nothing, one way or the other.

“I should have thought such an attractive woman as yourself would not lack for admirers,” Judith said. Perhaps this was being a little forward, but she was keen to push the conversation along. “In fact, I know you do not. At least two of the girls in our class have a crush on you. Silly, I know.”

“A crush?”

“You know, they are sweet on you. Find you attractive. They like the way you dress, for example.”

Frau Ledermann smiled. “And you, do you like it too?”

Judith was surprised at such a frank remark. “Yes, yes, I do, Frau Ledermann,” she said.

“So please call me Ulrike,” she said. She leaned forward to pour Judith some more coffee. Judith leaned forward too, brushing her arm as if by accident against Ulrike’s breast. Ulrike flushed slightly. Judith stared at her blouse, waiting to see if the n****e hardened. She was sure that it did, just a little.

The coffee pot was empty. Ulrike got up to go to the kitchen and make some more. Judith strolled around the room, looking idly at the bookshelves, then stood by the window looking out into the garden at the back of the apartments. Ulrike came back and put the coffee on the little table. Seeing that Judith was still standing, she came to join her. The two women stood side by side, looking out at the afternoon light. Judith’s heart was beating so hard she was sure it must be audible. Slowly she turned towards Ulrike and raised her hand, stroking the older woman’s cheek.

“I’m not sure -” Ulrike said

“Shh,” Judith said. “No talking now.” She put her hand round the back of Ulrike’s neck and pulled her close, then kissed her on the mouth. At first there was no response, the lips warm but unyielding. Then they moved, flexed, kissed back. Judith’s hand moved to the top of Ulrike’s blouse and began to undo the buttons. She could hear Ulrike breathing heavily. When all the buttons were undone, she looked down at Ulrike’s bra, black silk, lacy, low cut. The firm breasts were bursting over the top. Judith unhooked the bra and the breasts tumbled out. She brushed the back of her hand over the n*****s, already hard. Ulrike caught her breath. Judith’s hand moved to the waistband of Ulrike’s skirt and began to undo a button.

“No, really, I -”

Judith slapped her hard on the cheek. “I said no more talking.”

Ulrike was shocked. Her hand went up to her cheek.

“If you don’t want another slap, you will let me do what needs to be done. As much for your sake as mine.”

Ulrike seemed in a kind of trance, as if she didn’t believe that what was happening was real. Judith’s fingers were skilled in taking off women’s clothes. She unzipped the skirt at the back and eased it down over Ulrike’s hips. Underneath she wore matching black knickers, lacy, tight, the silk sleek against the swelling mons. Judith ran her hand over it, lightly. I think we know what you are, dressed like that, Judith thought. With both hands Judith slipped the knickers down, letting them fall to the floor. She noted the full bush, a knot of curly blonde hair. That would need to be attended to. There was a garter belt and stockings, black stockings. They could stay for the moment.

Judith took Ulrike by the hand and led her towards what could only be the bedroom. They went in and Judith closed the door.

“On your knees,” Judith said. She was in her element now. She could feel the power to control flooding through her; whatever commands she issued would be obeyed. Ulrike’s eyes never left her face; perhaps she feared another slap. Judith began to undress, slipping quickly out of her clothes. When she was naked she stood up close to Ulrike, so close that the German woman’s nose was almost touching Judith’s p***y; through the short, carefully trimmed hair of her bush Ulrike could see the pink lips, slightly moist. Judith knew the woman could smell it. It was a smell she must get used to.

Judith reached out and grasped Ulrike by the hair, twisting it hard, forcing her head slightly to one side and closer still. Judith thrust her groin forward, pressing her p***y against the woman’s mouth.

“Lick” she said.

Ulrike’s tongue came out. She licked up one side of the labia and down the other. Judith knew immediately that she had done this before. But Ulrike didn’t know exactly how Judith liked it; this she would have to be taught. Judith intended that some of the lessons would be painful. She ground her p***y hard into Ulrike’s mouth, “Lick it hard, b***h,” she said.

By pulling on her hair and thrusting her p***y forward, Judith tried to indicate to Ulrike exactly how she wanted her p***y to be pleasured. But it wasn’t altogether easy without words to make it clear just what needed doing, and words might somehow break the spell. Eventually Judith pulled Ulrike’s head away.

“It’s not bad, it’s not good,” Judith said. “You must be more alive to my requirements. I’m not going to punish you this time, but next time I shall. Instead, I shall tell you what the rules are from now. Go back into the living room and fetch your knickers. On your knees, of course. Do not use your hands.”

Ulrike crawled into the living room and picked up her discarded knickers in her mouth, then brought them back to Judith, who took them from her mouth. “Assume the position,” she ordered. “Face pressed to the floor, arms stretched out in front, knees bent, a foot apart, back arched.”

Ulrike knelt down, her ass thrust upwards. Judith bent down and pushed the black silk knickers up inside Ulrike’s cunt, leaving only a couple of inches visible. Judith needed them wet and generously perfumed with cunt before she left.

“First rule,” she said “No more unlicensed orgasms. You don’t come unless I tell you. And don’t ask. Requests will always be refused, and often punished. And don’t think I shall not know if you transgress. I can tell from the feel of a cunt whether it has recently been pleasured or not.” She herself doubted the truth of this, but she liked to assert it, all the same. Girls usually believed her. And even if the evidence was not in their cunts, Judith could usually recognise a guilty look.

Judith had the foresight to bring with her a small whip. She took it from her handbag. It was made of pigskin, the edges of the fronds sharp, cutting. She swung it hard against Ulrike’s bottom. There was a cry of pain.

“If I hear any more cries like that, I shall whip you all night,” Judith said. “So shut up. Now, second rule. Not only are orgasms forbidden unless explicitly ordered, touching is also forbidden unless commanded.”

“I can’t touch myself?” Ulrike said. “That’s going to be very hard.”

“I told you, shut up,” Judith said. She swung the whip several times against Ulrike’s backside. Ulrike gasped. Red welts became visible.

“I don’t care what you feel about the rules. Keep it to yourself. Just follow them, or you will be sorry. I’ll ruin your ass if I have to. Now, the next rule is, you don’t invite or accept any overtures from other women. Your allegiance is only to me. As for that man, I shall consider what to do about him. If contact is permitted, you may have to pay a heavy price.”

Judith knew she was taking a risk, that on such a short acquaintanceship Ulrike might not be willing for an exclusive relationship. But it was that or nothing as far as Judith was concerned.

“Next, you will shave your cunt, completely smooth, all over that area, every day. There will be regular inspections, and if I find you at all bristly you will be punished. And lastly, for the moment, though there will be other rules later, each time you teach in class you will leave off your knickers. Furthermore, I shall inform two or three of my friends in the class of this fact, so that you will look out at the class and know that there are several girls who are aware that you are a slut who comes to class without knickers. Now you may speak, if you have anything to say.”

“It’s very hard,” said Ulrike. “I am used to coming several times a week. I need release or I get restless, can’t work properly.”

Judith swung the whip across the centre of Ulrike’s bottom. “I didn’t say there would be no orgasms. I said such as there are will be at my discretion. But I don’t negotiate. Either you accept all my rules, or we don’t play. Which is it to be?”

Ulrike knew she had no choice. Her cunt was dripping. She didn’t understand how it had all happened so fast, but her whole body craved this girl’s control. She turned her head and looked back at Judith. “Very well,” she said. “I agree.”

“One more thing,” Judith said. “In future you will call me Miss Judith. Though not in class.”

“May I speak, Miss Judith?” Ulrike said.

“Very well.”

“Are you going to tell all your friends about me?”

“No. As I said, one or two girls in class will know that you have left off your knickers by order. More than that they will not know, though of course they will be curious, and they will surmise, rightly, that you are a slut. But I am very discreet. Unless you seriously displease me, the full facts of the matter will be confidential between you and me. But you can only rely on me for discretion if I can rely on you for obedience.”

She knew this was a lie. Was she not intending to go back to her friends and display to all of them Ulrike’s soiled knickers? Well, sometimes it was inevitable that you stretched the truth in these sorts of games.

“Yes, Miss Judith,” Ulrike said.

“Lie on the floor on your back,” Judith said. “Show me how you masturbate. Tell me when you are close to orgasm.”

Ulrike rolled over and put her hand between her legs. Judith watched as she pressed her index finger and her middle finger on either side of her c**t. It was so interesting, Judith thought, to see how different women were. Every one had their individual way of getting off. As the rubbing of her c**t began to excite her, she put her other hand up to her breast and caught the n****e just like her c**t, between two fingers. Her breathing changed, coming more quickly. There were little noises in the back of her throat. There was a bead of sweat on her brow, then she began to move her hips from side to side. “I’m getting close,” she said.

“Stop,” said Judith.

Ulrike went on rubbing for several seconds, then slowly stopped, clearly with great reluctance.

“Get up and bend over the table,” Judith said.

Ulrike did as she was told, but there was a pout on her face. Judith stood behind her and without warning lashed the whip across Ulrike’s backside. Ulrike caught her breath. Judith struck her again, hard, Ulrike gasped. Judith struck her half a dozen times more, then paused.

“When I give an order I expect instant compliance. Instant, do you understand?”

There was a slight pause. “Yes, Miss Judith,” Ulrike said. The voice was sulky. Judith struck Ulrike several more times with the whip. Ulrike’s bottom was now criss-crossed with livid red stripes. Judith was surprised how effective such a small whip could be. Perhaps she would use it on the new girl in the sorority, when she and Felicity finally got started on her.

“I don’t care for pouting and I don’t care for sulking,” Judith said. “You will follow orders with a good grace, and accept punishment willingly. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Judith,” Ulrike said. Was there still a bit of sulkiness in her tone? Judith hit her several more times with the whip, then she put it down. She stood behind Ulrike and put her hand between Ulrike’s legs, feeling the knickers still stuffed into the cunt. Judith began to manipulate Ulrike’s c**t with practised fingers, imitating the way she had done it for herself. Soon she heard the panting and the little noises in the throat. She kept rubbing the c**t. She decided to give the girl a taste of pleasure as an incentive. But not too much.

“You may come,” she said. She kept rubbing and Ulrike’s whole body began to shake. She moaned. Just as the orgasm seemed about to peak, Judith took her hand away.

“Oh,” said Ulrike, her disappointment audible.

Judith picked up the whip again. “I don’t like ‘Oh’,” she said. “It’s not grateful, it’s not compliant.”

She hit Ulrike across the ass. Her bottom was sensitive now, after so many strokes. Judith knew the pain was severe. She hit Ulrike several more times.

“What I want,” she said “is a calm acceptance of whatever I choose to do to you, or do with you. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, yes, I do, Miss Judith,” Ulrike said quickly. She didn’t want any more whipping. And she wanted to please this girl who had so suddenly and mysteriously acquired this power over her. Judith put her hand between Ulrike’s legs and squeezed her cunt, hard then harder. Ulrike gasped. The pain was bad. But she couldn’t say she didn’t want it. Because now she wanted whatever Judith wanted to give her. And right now Judith wanted to hurt her. Ulrike thought her pain would be her gift to Judith.

“Hurt me more, if that is your wish,” she said.

Judith squeezed harder still, digging her nails into the lips of Ulrike’s cunt. Ulrike moaned.

“What I hold in my hand is an insignificant cunt, a useless cunt, a worthless cunt. It has value only in so far as I choose to use it. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” said Ulrike through clenched teeth.

“You must seek, through absolute obedience and through service, to give this worthless cunt some value. You can achieve it, but only with my help, not simply through your own efforts. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” Ulrike said. “Please let me serve, Miss Judith,” she said. “Oh, please.”

“Kneel,” Judith said.

Quickly Ulrike got down on her knees. Judith took from her bag a small vibrator. She stood over Ulrike, her p***y an inch from Ulrike’s nose. She was sure her scent was powerful now.

“I’m going to give myself a little pleasure,” she said. “When you have demonstrated to me that you are worthy, I shall allow you to service me. But until then, you must simply watch.”

“What must I do to be worthy of service?” Ulrike said. There was a note of desperation in her voice.

“Be a good girl,” Judith said. She wasn’t going to spell it out for her. Ulrike would have to work it out for herself. She was an intelligent woman. She had a PhD, after all; she would figure it out in the end.

Judith came. She made no sound as the orgasm throbbed in her p***y. She put the vibrator back in her bag and held out her hand. “Pull your knickers out of your cunt and give them to me,” she said.

They were soaking wet. Judith rolled them up tight and put them in her bag.

“One more thing,” she said. “Before you next see me, I want your pubic hair shaved. Completely, nothing remaining. A coiffured pubis is not suitable for cunts like you. Now dress me.”

Later, Judith went to the coffee shop. She knew some of the girls would be there, including Meredith. They were sat together in one corner and looked up expectantly when Judith arrived.

“Well?” said Meredith.

Judith opened her bag and triumphantly produced Ulrike’s knickers. They were passed around, each girl having a sniff.

“It’s her smell, I’m sure,” Meredith said. “I have to hand it to you. Well done.” Meredith reached in her purse for the fifty dollars. There was a discreet round of applause.

“So now what are you going to do with her?” another girl asked.

“Suggestions?” Judith said.

“Something for her to wear in class.”

“A butt-plug,” one girl said helpfully.

“n****e clamps,” said another.

“I was thinking, “Judith said, “that eventually she should wear a chastity belt to class. You can get some really sexy ones now.”

“How will we know if she’s wearing these things?”

“I shall conduct an examination after class. But not in public. I don’t want her to find out how many girls know about this. It might panic her. I think she’s still a little skittish, as any cunt is at the start of training.”