The Education of Victoria

by Meadows, Angela

  Madame was an expert. She knew just how long to wait between strokes to build up the anticipation and terror and she had the skill to place each line exactly where she wished. Every stroke of the crop extracted the full measure of response from me. When she was done, my bottom and upper thighs were ablaze with the six stripes she had administered and my throat was raw from screaming. My wrists and ankles pulled involuntarily and ineffectually at the bonds but I knew that Madame would not release me yet.

  I recalled what had happened after my previous beating and suddenly my body was desperate for her touch and I knew that my sex was swelling. I imagined that Madame was waiting and watching, observing the growing pinkness of my lips and perhaps the first drips of moisture running from my vagina. It seemed that an eternity passed before that first exquisite contact; the lightest of touches; a fingernail against the top of the crack between my buttocks. Gently, tantalizingly, deliciously, the finger travelled down, over the puckered skin of my arsehole and then between my swollen lips. It explored between them, each movement making me shudder with pleasure. I expected her to enter me but the finger withdrew. I was sad and nonplussed. I wanted her touch; my body needed her touch. While my beaten buttocks still burned my desire burned even hotter.

  But then something round and smooth and cool pressed against my fanny. Fingers parted my lips and the object slid into the vestibule to my hole. It felt like a vast hard ball was pushing against me. Then with a little more force, it entered me. I gasped as my canal opened to receive it. I realised that it was the huge ebony dildo that lived on Madame’s desk. I was horrified. It was so large, surely it could not enter me; I would be torn asunder. Nevertheless, slowly and skilfully Madame introduced it into me. It felt as if I was being impaled on an admittedly blunt and smooth but nevertheless immense stake. It threatened to pierce my whole body and emerge through my throat. Each thrust pushed it a fraction of an inch up my tunnel and each movement sent spasms of pleasure through my clitoris. While my head swam with delirious ecstasy I realised that Madame really knew how to use a dildo. She didn’t just force it into me, she withdrew it a little way and twisted it, and each re-entry renewed the feelings that rippled through me.

  At last it seemed that no more of the long black instrument could be forced into me. Now Madame began a repetitive oscillation that made the whole of my insides vibrate in unison. If I had been delirious before now I was raving. I moaned and screamed as wave upon wave of orgasm passed through me. At the end I think I did swoon because the next I knew was Madame untying the bonds around my ankles. The dildo had been removed, but my vagina, like my buttocks, burned with the memory of what it had experienced; the vastness of the rod and a vacancy where it had been. Madame pulled on the cords binding my wrists and the silk fell away.

  ‘Get up, Victoria.’ I slid off the elephant, my legs like jellied eels. I had to rest my hands on the top of the stool to steady myself before slowly turning to face the headmistress again.

  I gasped with surprise when I saw her. Madame Thackeray was naked. I couldn’t help but examine her body, and she stood calmly while I looked at her. For a woman past her youth she was extremely handsome. Her breasts were not large but were firm, and her nipples pointed upwards. They and the aureoles were a deep red. Her stomach was flat and her thighs smooth and strong. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. My eyes were drawn to her sex. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and formed in tight blonde curls. Her skin glowed pink and showed a sheen of perspiration from her exertions. A few moments passed, and then she smiled and held out a hand.

  ‘Come, Victoria.’ She took my hand and guided me around to the side of her bed.

  ‘Get on,’ she urged and while I struggled to climb onto the high mattress she slid her bottom onto it and lay back on the pillows resting against the headboard. I found myself kneeling facing her. She parted her legs, and then bent her knees, raising her thighs. As she did so her sex appeared, a glistening pink gash beneath the fair wisps of hair. She slid down the satin covers and pulled her knees up to her shoulders. Her lips gaped open.

  ‘Now, Victoria, your education continues. I know that Albert showed you how a mouth can pleasure a woman. Let us see if you learned from the experience.’ She pulled her thighs further apart so that her crack widened. A long, swollen clitoris peeped from its hooded nest.

  Her words recalled the delight that Albert had given me as his lips and tongue worked at my sex. There was a heat coming from her mount and a sweet odour filled my nostrils with desire. This woman, who had beaten me and had excited me so, sought pleasure from me. It seemed to me to be a great honour. I tipped forward, lowering my face towards her vulva. I extended my tongue and it touched the hot, taut skin. I felt her body tremble through the tip of my tongue. Slowly I licked up her crack tasting the honey that was oozing freely from her vagina. The sweet, musky flavour excited me and I pushed my tongue between her lips searching for the source of her juices. My lips met hers and my nose touched the firm but silky clitoris. She sighed and groaned and shifted her grip on her thighs to give me even greater access. I pressed my face hard against her fanny, my cheeks against her groin, my lips pushing her labia apart and my tongue questing deeper and deeper.

  My tongue was inside her hole, lapping at the flowing juices. I shifted an inch or so and now my mouth closed around her clitoris. I nibbled with my teeth, pressed my lips against it and rubbed my tongue up and down in a sucking motion. She moaned and began to thrust her abdomen against my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, not stopping her movement but ensuring that I did not become dislodged. She began to scream and shout and wriggle but I held on and kept on sucking and licking and biting and chewing on her sex. All my being was focused on her cunt; all my desires were directed to her orgasm; time meant nothing. She let out a huge cry and a great convulsion passed through her. A great gush of fluid flowed from her vagina and I drank it thirstily. And then she subsided, I let go of her thighs and her limbs sagged on to the bedcovers. I backed away panting because for the last few minutes I had barely been able to catch a breath as my mouth was so closely locked to her sex.

  I looked up to see her watching me, her head raised from her pillow.

  ‘You do have talent, Victoria. With training you will be a fine cunnilinguist. Next week you will begin to study fellatio – the art of using your mouth to pleasure a man. I have no doubt that you will succeed at your studies. You may go now.’ Her head fell back, her eyes closed and her muscles relaxed. I slid off the bed and retrieved my slip. Then I gathered up my dress and petticoats and left Madame snoring softly.

  I returned to our bedroom and found Beatrice sitting at her dressing table in her slip, writing a letter. She turned towards me as I entered the room, my arms full of clothes.

  ‘Oh hello, Victoria. I presume you have had your interview with Madame.’ I dropped the clothes in a heap by my wardrobe. I was suddenly aware that my buttocks were still stinging quite severely.

  ‘Yes, Bea. Madame beat me.’

  ‘I knew she would. How many?’

  ‘Six.’

  ‘Let’s have a look, lean over the bed.’ I did as I was told and bent over the edge of the bed quite grateful to rest my torso on the mattress. Bea stood up and came to stand behind me. She lifted my slip and I could feel her gazing at my maltreated buttocks.

  ‘Oh yes, she’s given you six good ones there. Do they still hurt?’

  ‘I’ll say they do. My buttocks feel as if they’re on fire.’

  ‘Let me see if I can help. Stay there.’ Bea went into the bathroom and returned a few moments later. She sat on the bed beside me and pulled my slip above my waist. Once again I felt exposed with the weals on my bottom throbbing painfully. Then there was a feeling of cool moistness. Bea put cold cream on my bottom and gently spread it over each of the six burning marks.

  ‘Did anything else happen while you were in Madame’s study?’ Bea asked, continuing to apply the cream. Her caressing movements and the coolness of the cream
were having a welcome effect. I began to tell her all that had happened after the beating. My penetration by the immense wooden dildo and then Madame’s wish that I use my mouth to pleasure her.

  ‘Ah, yes, Madame’s delights.’ Bea sounded wistful. I realised that I was obviously not the first of the pupils to bed the headmistress.

  ‘Have you, uh, been with –’

  ‘Oh yes. There were many times last year and earlier this term when she sought my services. Rather like you, a bit of punishment, a bit of pleasure.’

  ‘Does she get all the girls to make love to her?’

  ‘Oh no, only her special ones.’

  ‘Her special ones?’

  ‘Yes, the girls that she thinks have a talent in lovemaking. Me, you, perhaps one or two others. You’ll have been selected for special training.’

  ‘Is the punishment part of it?’

  ‘Most definitely. Madame knows that pain heightens pleasure. You will have more opportunities to learn that fact from now on.’ Bea’s hand had lingered on my buttocks, her fingers tracing a pattern around each of the stripes, then slipping between my legs to caress the soft skin of my inner thighs. I didn’t want to move as I was enjoying her touch so much.

  ‘She said that I had talent with my mouth.’

  ‘You have more than just that, Victoria. Don’t forget I watched you with Albert. You have the potential to become a great lover.’

  ‘But I failed. Albert came five times.’

  ‘As he was bound to. He is so young and inexperienced. You had him dangling time after time. Considering you didn’t suck or fuck him you couldn’t have done more.’

  ‘So my punishment –’

  ‘Was an excuse. An excuse for Madame to get you into her room, an excuse to beat you, an excuse to play with you and an excuse to get you into her bed to give her what she wanted.’

  ‘What should I do?’

  ‘Relish the opportunity. Madame is a wonderful woman, is she not?’

  ‘She is very fit and handsome.’

  ‘And she will teach you, as she has taught me, everything there is to learn about enticing men.’

  ‘Is that what it’s all for?’

  ‘Isn’t that enough? With the skills that we learn here we can enter society and achieve all that we desire.’

  ‘A husband?’

  ‘If that is all you want. But the arts of pleasure can bring you fame, fortune and power.’

  ‘Power?’

  ‘Yes. Men may think they rule the world but a knowledgeable woman can manipulate them to do anything that she wishes. Men are guided by what hangs between their legs.’

  ‘I think I understand. But why are we permitted, encouraged even, to pleasure each other, and women such as Madame herself?’

  ‘Why not? If we have the techniques why not also take pleasure for ourselves when the opportunity arises. Talking of which, the sight of your beautiful buttocks has got me excited. How about using your talent on me.’ Bea pulled the slip over her head revealing her white skin and ample bosom. She slid further onto the bed, tugged my slip off me then threw herself into the middle of the mattress and lay back.

  ‘Come on, get over me, I want to taste your cunt while you’re licking me.’ It sank in what Bea wanted. I clambered onto the bed and straddled her, facing her feet. She took hold of my hips and pulled me back until I felt her nose touch the crack between my buttocks. She pulled harder and I gasped as her tongue slipped between my lips. Her mouth worked away sucking my lips and licking up and down my dripping crack.

  I bent forward and buried my head between her thighs. She raised her knees and pushed her sex towards my face. I lapped at her vulva, running my tongue from her clitoris to her arsehole, each long, slow stroke creating ripples of movement in her thigh muscles. With her mouth firmly locked in my fanny and my head deep in hers we moved together, rocking back and forth. Because we were both working hard, concentrating on each other, we couldn’t give ourselves up to our own excitement. Our orgasms were delayed but the pleasure went on and on and when we came, we came together. Our arms tightened around each other, we thrust our tongues and mouths deeper into each other’s fundaments and the waves of orgasmic convulsions paralysed us and locked us together.

  Gradually the trembling passed and I regained control of my muscles. Bea subsided and I fell off her and lay by her side.

  ‘You’re becoming quite an expert,’ Bea sighed.

  ‘Madame says we will learn how to suck a man tomorrow.’

  ‘Ah, now that’s a talent I enjoy,’ Bea smiled as she drifted into a doze.

  Chapter 5

  Victoria’s Oral Lesson

  The glistening, purple head wobbled an inch from the end of my nose and the single dark eye winked at me. My eyes were drawn down the length of Hermann’s shaft. It seemed to recede at a great distance into the brown matted bush at his crotch. All my attention was focused on the immense rod in front of me. I was mesmerised by the sparkles and glints of the oil lamps and candles reflecting off the great knob. I opened my mouth wide to engulf it.

  ‘Victoria! What are you doing?’ I was shocked out of my trance by Madame Thackeray’s voice. I looked up to see the headmistress standing over me, her face dark and angry. I was mortified to be the subject of her displeasure. I shifted uneasily on my white stockinged knees and Hermann took a small step back, his penis visibly wilting.

  ‘When will you ever learn to listen?’ Madame went on. ‘You do not allow the male member to enter your mouth at the start of the proceedings. It is the male instinct to thrust once the penis has entered a warm, moist enclosure. He will take control and force it down your throat and in a few quick movements will reach a climax.’ I bowed my head in shame that I should have forgotten Madame’s instruction, but she went on, ‘You, yes, you, must be in charge. It is your responsibility to make fellatio last as long as possible, to extend the pleasure for your partner until he is almost begging you to release him. You must tease him, encourage and entice, but never ever let him take over and force it into you. Nibble his testicles, lick the shaft, touch the tip of your tongue to the glans, kiss the tip. Only when he is quivering with pent-up excitement do you allow the knob to enter between your lips. Then hold it, use your tongue to press it against the roof of your mouth, rub your teeth against it – but on no account ever bite. Suck on it, draw on it as if it were a cigar, circle it with your tongue. If at the last you feel ready to allow the culmination then take it deeper, grip the shaft with your lips and suck and blow, until at last he ejaculates for the ultimate in relief.’

  ‘Oh Madame,’ Natalie said, clapping her hands and giggling with delight, rocking on her knees beside me, ‘it is exciting.’

  ‘Well, Victoria, let us see you do it.’ Madame was still looking intently at me. ‘Oh, I think you will have to start again with Hermann.’

  The young man was still standing naked in front of me, but his penis had now flopped against his muscular, white thighs. I glanced around. There were two other naked boys in the drawing room each having their cocks sucked by my classmates. They seemed to be doing it correctly since it was me that Madame Thackeray had picked on for her lecture.

  Hermann stood tall, proud of his nude body. His stomach was flat and his pelvic muscles made a V that pointed to the drooping but still large member and the weighty sac in its nest of brown hair. I crawled towards Hermann, encircled his thighs with my bare arms and buried my nose in his pubic hair. My breasts, enclosed in the white satin corset, pressed against his legs. There was an immediate stirring from his penis. I leaned my head back and watched as it unfolded and expanded. In moments it had extended to its full length and elevated to the angle of the bowsprit of a man of war. It had the girth of my wrist and the length of one of my hands with my palm and fingers fully stretched out. I crouched lower and ducked my head beneath the cantilevered beam. I ran my tongue along its length from the sac containing his two jostling testes to the head. The skin felt like silk on my tongue, silk that hi
d a steel rod. It quivered and from high above me I heard a moan.

  ‘That’s it, Victoria. You have the idea. Carry on.’ I had been unaware that Madame was still watching me but now I felt her move away. I was intent on my task and no longer concerned by what she had to say. There was a tingling between my legs and I could feel a moistness seeping into the crotch of my silk bloomers. I felt that to achieve my own satisfaction I had to bring Hermann to the peak of pleasure.

  I shifted slightly to one side and nibbled along the length of Hermann’s shaft and then gobbled his left testicle into my mouth. It was mobile in its bag and I playfully rubbed my teeth against it. At the same time I gripped his buttock in my right hand, feeling the muscle tense. Then I moved around and repeated the movement on his right side. Hermann giggled and shifted on his feet but did not attempt to withdraw himself.

  Now I moved once again to face the taut purple globe. There was a drip of liquid at the entrance of the narrow but gaping tunnel. I pushed my tongue out as far as it would reach and leant slowly forward. The tip of my tongue touched the end of his penis and I tasted the salty fluid. Hermann thrust forward but I withdrew. Then I reached out my tongue again and circled around the hole. The penis flinched and then returned for more. I heard another moan from above me. Now I widened the radius of my licks, encircling the whole knob until the tip of my tongue ran around the ridge where the glans joined the shaft then underneath where the two arcs of the ridge came together. At that touch the penis leapt up and Hermann let out a sigh of pleasure. I too felt a tingle of excitement deep in my abdomen.

  I was ready, at last, to take him inside me. I gripped his thighs with my hands again and leaned closer. For a second time I opened my mouth wide and slowly edged forward until my lips made contact with the penis. Pressing my lips against the thin, stretched skin, I moistened the tip with my saliva and pushed my tongue against the hole. Then ever so slowly I pushed forward allowing my lips to slide up and over the ridge of his glans. It felt as if an exceedingly soft leather ball, a hot ball, was filling my mouth. With my jaws wide apart and my lips pressed against the shaft, I paused, breathing noisily through my nose.