by Susan Thomas
It was over but still we were not allowed to go. Sir Charnock silenced everyone again and then began a short speech. "Ladies and Gentlemen, fellow members, I have made an error of judgement. I failed to take account of Kate Freckleton's young age. She is but a teenager still and although I held her to a good knowledge of the manual I have failed to recognise that like all young people she needs more guidance. I have therefore failed my fatherly duty as her Senior Man. I shall be correcting that. Kate you will be seeing a lot more of me in future."
When Sir Charnock Forbes finally gave us corrected ladies permission to leave, the whole hall rose as one and applauded us strongly. I know how peculiar that sounds but don't forget we don't have to do it and all the ladies present have been on that self-same stage at some point and felt for us. It had been a more than usually good Accountability I was told afterwards.
Afterwards in the Robing Room there were tears and hugs all round. Lady Forbes was stunned at how things had gone but no one blamed me for getting them into trouble. In fact they were all kind about my attempt to stop their punishments. My hands were so hot and sore I could barely put my clothes back on but eventually I did.
Before I went, Sandra spoke to me with her doctor's hat on. "I want you to come in to see me early tomorrow."
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The morning after the dinner dance was interesting. Mum was sore and so was I but we were both quite cheerful. In fact it was a happy breakfast. My bottom was covered in what looked like an extremely nasty rash, a sort of interweaving of tiny welts and little sore points all of which itched and prickled constantly. Over the rash were two vicious welts still raised up and very tender to the touch. Both my hands had a bruise running across the palm which twinged every time I picked something up. Mum's bottom had that nasty paddle bruising with two similar welts over the top and her left hand had the same nasty bruise I had on both hands.
I arrived at the surgery which was part of the small medical centre. There was a small three bed inpatient ward, a treatment room and a nurse's room in addition to Sandra's surgery. Sandra was sitting on a cushion which she explained was the only way she could sit comfortably after the bruising of the paddle. If you think I exaggerate don't forget Guardian Thompson is a big strong man with a talent for thrashing ladies with penalties and he was using a wooden paddle on Sandra's bare bottom.
"How are you feeling this morning Kate?"
"Alive, totally alive."
She grinned at me understanding totally and then explained that she had to check my bottom for any tiny cuts and get an estimate of healing time as a date had to be set for my deflowering. I bared my bottom yet again and lay on her examination couch while she checked me over. She seemed satisfied. I apparently have a supple skin which had taken the birching and caning well. As I dressed she asked me a difficult question.
"Kate, I take it that you do not wish to conceive a child as a result of this deflowering."
"No of course not. I'm not ready to be a mummy."
"OK, I'll give you a PCP after the event."
"What?"
"A post-coital pill... morning-after pill as it is commonly called."
That comment made me realise what it was I was doing in no small way and for a moment I was beset with doubt, but I am not easily turned back from something I set myself to do so it didn't last long.
"Now if you are anything like the rest of us Kate, the effect of submissive correction is that you are rather aroused. Given that I guess you will want to enjoy David after this deflowering is over. Am I right?"
That made me go very hot with embarrassment but Sandra was matter of fact so I managed a, "Yes quite right."
"Will you want to go on the contraceptive pill?"
I nodded, embarrassed by the subject, which is I know immature and silly but I couldn't help it. So I got instructions and so on for that and then a lecture about how the pill will not prevent sexually transmitted diseases, and I was to make sure David used a condom. Before I went I had to ask Sandra how come she had four penalties in one go.
"Oh it's my fault entirely. I'm not married but I do have a partner and well, you know early morning amorousness. So I was late and drove my golf cart too fast in the central area. Then they checked my ID and I didn't have it so two penalties, and blow me on the way home I went too fast again and still didn't have the ID so four. My bottom has really paid the price I can tell you. Technically I am single so Mr Whaley is my senior and he used a strap to considerable effect."
"Surely your partner could do it."
She smiled. "No my partner is also a single member. It's Jane, your guide."
I blushed as the implication of that hit me but Sandra was very good at defusing my confusion and I realised how tangled and complicated our desires are. I went home feeling very guilty as I was convinced it was my suspicions that had landed Sandra with those extra penalties.
A date had been set with Sandra's assurance that it would see my bottom mark-free. In the meanwhile I was not allowed to be corrected and any penalties would have to be redeemed afterwards. That date was approaching rapidly and Mum insisted on helping me prepare for my deflowering. She bought me another dress though not so expensive as the one for my birthday. It was extremely pretty with very short sleeves but a modest neckline. It was all floral and suited me perfectly. It was not as short as my party dress but still ended above the knees. I would wear the expensive designer shoes I had for the birthday.
We had a bit of a battle over underwear. Mum won with her convincing argument that the age of the man meant he would love a bra, panties, garter belt and stockings set. It had to be white she said as it conveyed innocence which is clearly at the heart of his fetish. So white it was with little inset lace panels and there were white stockings with a lace top to them. I must admit I looked very good in it. The panties weren't thong style as mum said his generation of man would prefer something a little less stark.
It was Claire that suggested maybe I do something about my bush. Now I have very light hair down there and it is naturally not bushy, and not having a sexual relationship I have never bothered with it. Claire's point was he may expect it as most girls now do either remove or have it styled. On her day off we went to a salon on the mainland and after discussion with the woman I had my hair styled in what they called a 'landing strip'. Mum was surprised but after a while said it looked good and younger which might well be to his taste.
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The Head of Security looked at his instructions with deep interest. They had come straight from The Five and not through his boss. Was the Head of Guardians definitely out of the loop on this one? Just what the hell was going on? Thinking back, all the unusual stuff had started when that Freckleton girl had tried her unauthorised access to the Intranet. The Five seemed very interested in her all the time even though surveillance had been curtailed and the cameras removed. Now this strange in-depth background and surveillance order. Why? There seemed no reason for it. The Head of Security was willing to bet this too led back to the Freckleton girl who was making a huge impact on the community. That first Accountability at the dinner-dance had the whole island talking, and the girl had sold her virginity for a record sum. Not that it was surprising - he'd have bought it himself if he had the loot. It wasn't just looks, there was just something about her. He brought his meandering thoughts under control and back to business. In-depth background check and full surveillance...
Chapter 14
The day finally dawned when I was to be deflowered. Dad was very quiet that morning but did kiss me goodbye as he left for work. Mum, although she didn't like all this, was more pragmatic, she gave me some lubricant that she said mimicked my own natural lubricant. I went all hot at this but she was determinedly practical. "Darling it's your first time and you're bound to be nervous. Also he may just get on with it, men can be very much like that. So use the lubricant and it won't hurt at all."
I didn't tell her Sandra had also given me some though that litt
le container was not so fancy. As I got ready I used some of mum's and felt very strange indeed. Jane picked me up and drove me straight to the hotel where in a private reception room I was introduced to Gunther.
Gunther was about fifty, not tall, but strongly built, with greying hair, kind blue eyes and a pleasant smile. He seemed very composed to me. He was quite casually but expensively dressed and had with him a strange case: it was made of stainless steel about twelve centimetres (four inches) thick with a join in the middle along three sides and hinges on the fourth. It was about one metre (3feet 3 inches) wide by perhaps one point three long (four feet). He didn't explain at all.
We were shown to a pleasant suite and left on our own. I was very nervous indeed but Gunther didn't just get on with it. He had ordered a bottle of champagne and two glasses and began to speak in a pleasant accented voice with some odd peculiarities as German was his first language.
"So, we shall have some champagne first, yes? You will be nervous but we have much to celebrate, so why hurry. We enjoy ourselves."
He handed me a glass of champagne and said, "You are even more attractive than your description. We shall say 'cheers' I think. Cheers." We clinked glasses and the delicious cool champagne was welcome for my mouth was dry. He continued, "For you a big day and for me also. But you are young and we will wait until you are relaxed. You must not have a bad experience."
We sat down and he talked to me asking me what I was going to do. When he heard I was to go to university to study maths and economics he gave me his business card and told me he was always on the lookout for promising young people and that I should contact him when I graduated. He told me about his boyhood, and was very good at making me relaxed. He was also shrewd because he judged just the right moment to get down to business so to speak.
He asked me to stand up, and walking over he ran a hand over my hair and told me it was beautiful. Mum had put it in a French plait for me saying it conveyed innocence. He liked my dress and then very softly asked me if he might take it off. I smiled and gave him permission, after all he had paid a lot for this and I too wanted him to have a good experience. He drew the zip down slowly, almost sensuously, and helped me out of it leaving me standing in my shoes and underwear. He hung my dress up would you believe before coming back to look at me.
"Very attractive. I think, beautiful. May I touch you please?"
I had no idea what he meant. I mean what were we here for if didn't touch me? But I said softly, "Yes of course."
He began to touch me. I suppose it was more like stroking but it is hard to explain. It was lovely and I felt myself relax even more as he ran his hands over different parts of my body. Remember I still had my underwear and shoes on. I began to want him to touch me more and more. You have to remember that since I became a member and experienced the submissive 'correction' I was often very aroused. I'll leave you to work out how I satisfied that but arousal was never far from me and now his gentle seductive hands were arousing me which I hadn't expected. I began to move under his hands which I think was his signal.
"May I undress you now?"
I smiled and softly stroked his face. He was being so kind, almost as if he were my lover, "Yes of course."
He literally knelt down and first on one foot and then on the other he undid the tiny buckles of my shoes and then took them off. He placed them under the large coffee table in the room. He came back to me and then undid my stockings. Then one at a time drew them slowly and gently down my legs even lifting my foot to remove them. He laid them both neatly and precisely along the table. He came back and undid my garter belt and that joined the stockings as in the end did the rest of my underwear.
Before going any further he began to stroke me again. It had the effect of making me almost dreamlike and aroused. This gentle, sensual, considerate undressing was lovely. Then he undid my bra and removed it, looking at my breasts with a sigh of satisfaction. He muttered something in German but it sounded like he was pleased at what he saw. He began to stroke them so beautifully. It aroused me even more and I began to feel as if I did actually want this man. Then he began to pull down my panties. It was slow and lovely, not as I thought it might have been.
He knelt in front of me and kissed me down there... gently his fingers moving on to touch me. He clearly liked the landing strip style and kept coming back to it. Then his hands began to move up my body over my bottom and back up to my breasts. Finally he kissed me properly and it too was lovely. I was now very aroused and finally he went to his strange case and opened it. Kept flat inside was a beautiful white silk towel. In one corner embroidered in a lovely soft green was my name, "Miss Katherine Freckleton." In the diagonally opposite corner was embroidered the date in full.
Pulling all the covers off the bed he laid the towel flat out most carefully in the centre and then invited me to get onto the bed with that underneath me. I didn't need it explained any more than that. He undressed, neither slow nor fast but methodically, until I saw that he was a well-muscled man, quite relatively fit with a hairy chest which was also going grey. What I noticed most though was his huge erection. I will sound like a little innocent but I had never seen an actual erection before. It was so big and hard that although I knew it would, I did just wonder how it would fit inside me.
He joined me on the bed, my first experience of being with a naked aroused man. He still did not hurry but returned to stroking me but also gently kissing me. Now his hands wandered more and more to between my legs. I was surprised at how aroused this was making me. I had expected to be indifferent and just let him do it, but his hands were making me his partner. Now I wanted him in me. He must have sensed it, perhaps had been waiting for it, he parted my legs and raised my knees up a little and then moved in between them.
He took his erection and placed it at my opening. I had to sit up. I wanted to see him put it in. He pushed it in a little and moved it slowly back and forward. It was a lovely feeling and I sighed as I watched. He moved further in only very slowly. He would push in a little and then move slowly back and forth, sometimes even withdrawing and re-entering me. He was concentrating hard, smiling every now and then at my reactions. I had expected it to be unpleasant but this was wonderful.
As he moved deeper into me I began to want him really inside me more and more and perhaps it was a signal but I put out my hand and stroked his hair. He smiled and then began to push inside without withdrawing at all. He slid slowly and fully into me and I lay back on the bed with a sigh of satisfaction.
I had heard that when he entered me fully it would hurt but it didn't at all. It was maybe a little strange, the fullness of him inside me but other than that it was just very pleasant. I loved having him in me. Now he began to thrust slowly back and forward. I lay there enjoying the sensation and thinking this man is really having me. It was barely noticeable at first but then I knew his thrusts were getting harder and faster. I looked at his face but he was lost in a world of pleasure of his own and I liked that he was enjoying me. I wanted to be enjoyed.
The thrusting grew harder and harder and although I was enjoying it I knew that I wasn't going to orgasm. Perhaps it was all too strange. Perhaps because it was my first time. I wasn't disappointed, I hadn't expected to and it wasn't him, he had actually made me enjoy the experience I had expected to hate. He began to thrust harder now and some instinct made me lift my legs up high. He grunted something in German and now lifted himself right up only onto his hands and toes and going right over me. Thrusting deeply into me he began to power harder and harder. I clung to his back as if frightened we would take off together. With a great shout he pushed in very hard and stayed there for a moment and then began thrusting hard again before pushing in and staying still. I knew he was ejaculating even though I had never experienced it.
He kept thrusting slowly after his climax, just gently going backwards and forwards but getting slower all the time and ending deep inside me.
"Please to keep your hips high for a while," he
muttered.
I lifted my hips up right off the bed and waited. He slid slowly out of me and when out he knelt, his erection now neither so hard nor large, he told me to lower myself slowly and keep still. I did what he asked. Just lifting my shoulders and head so I could see between my legs. His semen began to leave me and with it I could see some blood. He was delighted at that, proof I suppose that I was a virgin though I had felt nothing tear. I had no idea what this was about but I kept very still while his seed and my blood made a tear-drop shaped pool.
"Please to move back without disturbing the towel."
I am quite agile so I managed it without so much as ruffling the towel and kneeling on the pillows I looked. The teardrop shape of what had come out was perfectly preserved on the towel.
He was looking at it with the sort of look that people normally associate with a great painting. He was gazing intently with almost adoring eyes completely oblivious to me. Weird or what? I kept very still and said nothing, just waited.
Finally he looked up at me and just said one word. "Perfect." Sighing with pleasure he told me in his normal calm, kindly voice that I might go and shower if I wished.
The shower in the bathroom was huge and wonderful. All the time the water cascaded over I felt as if he was somehow still inside me. It was very odd. Finally, dried with the huge soft towels provided I had to go back in the room to get dressed. Should I wrap a towel around me or should I just go back naked? What if he wanted to do it again? Should I let him? I just wasn't sure how to behave. In the end I walked back in naked having decided if he wanted me again he could. He was dressed, evidently no shower for Gunther. Perhaps it was part of his fetish.
The case was open on the bed but the towel was now stretched out firmly in the bottom half and he was looking at it reverently. He signalled to me to come and look.
