Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Dr. Porter cleared his throat, drawing our attention. His stern gaze swept over our naked forms, his expression a mixture of disappointment and resolve. “Young ladies,” he began, his voice low and serious, “take a moment to consider how you’ve come to be in this position. Naked and awaiting punishment in front of your guardians and instructors.”
I felt my blush deepen, spreading down my neck and chest. The shame of standing there, completely revealed, was almost overwhelming. Yet beneath it, I could feel a confusing kind of excitement, my body betraying me with its response to the situation. Again I felt my governor at work, and the knowledge that Gamma could, if he wanted, see my helpless, mortifying arousal on his handheld made me want to sink into the floor.
“You find yourselves here,” Dr. Porter continued, “because you chose to indulge in forbidden pleasures. You allowed your baser instincts to override the self-control and modesty expected of proper Prosperian young ladies who will one day hopefully be wives.” His gaze lingered on each of us in turn, making me squirm under its intensity.
Dr. Porter paced slowly in front of us, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. The sound echoed in the hushed room, each step punctuating his words. “It is my sincere hope,” he said, his voice low and grave, “that you feel a great deal of shame in this moment.”
I felt my cheeks burn hotter at his words, the weight of his disapproval settling heavily on my bare shoulders. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on my bare skin despite the heat of embarrassment that seemed to come and go in waves through my whole body.
“This shame,” Dr. Porter continued, pausing to look each of us in the eye, “is not merely a punishment. It is a tool, a safeguard against future transgressions.” Once again, I felt the intensity of his gaze. “I trust that the mortification you feel now, standing naked before your guardians and instructors, will serve as a powerful deterrent. That it will prevent you from renewing the lewd misconduct that has brought you to this point.”
The grandfather clock in the corner ticked steadily, each second stretching into an eternity as we stood there, exposed and ashamed. The warm afternoon sunlight streaming through the tall windows seemed to highlight every curve and intimate feature of our bodies, leaving nowhere to hide.
Dr. Porter’s voice took on an even more severe tone, then. “My dear, though naughty, girls, I want you to understand this very clearly. The physical marks of the whipping I am about to deliver to your naughty bottoms will remain for some time, as will the pain you will so justly feel in the region of your body where you saw fit to misbehave so lewdly. When you sit at your desks or at a table you will feel my justice there. When you look at your young backsides in the mirror, or turn your eyes to your schoolmates’ posteriors when you prepare for bed, you will have a reminder of this lesson. Both the stripes from my cane and the soreness I impart will fade, however. It is my fervent hope, nevertheless, that the shame of having been whipped in the nude will remain.” He clasped his hands behind his back, his posture straight and commanding. “Let it be a constant companion, a voice in the back of your mind stopping you from indulging in such naughtiness again.”
I risked a glance at Gamma, seeing the stern set of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. I had broken a rule, here where the man I loved had sent me specifically to learn the rules. The thought of disappointing him further made my heart ache.
“Now then,” Dr. Porter said, his tone becoming brisk and businesslike, “we shall proceed with the punishment.” He turned toward us, his gaze settling on the auburn-haired girl beside me. “Miss Elara will be whipped first.”
I heard Elara’s sharp intake of breath, saw her shoulders tense from the corner of my eye. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation and dread.
“You other girls,” Dr. Porter continued, “are to face the wall with your hands upon your heads. This position will serve as a reminder that your bodies are in the safekeeping of your instructors and your guardians, and that they will one day be the property of your husbands.”
CHAPTER 31
Gamma
I watched Lydia and Tessara obey Dr. Porter’s command on trembling legs, moving to face the wall a little ways away from the whipping horse. Elara’s legs shook even more violently, and tears of fear ran down her cheeks, as she approached the imposing bench.
My eyes went back and forth between the girl about to be whipped and my own lovely Tessara, noticing with a leap of my cock how the sweet curve of her hips led down to the perfect roundness of her bottom. Part of me wanted to gather my beautiful, spirited girl into my arms and tell her I would protect those little cheeks from the headmaster’s cane.