Caning the Schoolgirls
(M/f+, teen, lez, spank)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

The connection between sex and spanking has long been understood by sexual sophisticates, and one of the by-products of the Sexual Revolution of the Twentieth century was a growing interest in erotic spanking. To understand why this should be so, we must examine the underlying psychological factors involved in sadism and masochism. The tendency to cause pain to the sexual object was designated in its two forms by German neurologist Baron Richard von Krafft-Ebing as sadism for the active form, and masochism for the passive form. Other authors prefer the narrower term, algolagnia, which emphasizes the pleasure in pain and cruelty.

In Three Contributions to the Theory of Sex, Sigmund Freud describes the universality of algolagnia:

The roots of active algolagnia, sadism, can be readily demonstrated in the normal individual. The sexuality of most men shows an admixture of aggression, of a desire to subdue, the biological significance of which ties in the necessity for overcoming the resistance of the sexual object by actions other than mere courting. Sadism would then correspond to the aggressive component of the sexual instinct, which has become independent and exaggerated and has been brought to the foreground by displacement. The concept of sadism fluctuates in everyday speech from a mere active or imperious attitude toward the sexual object to an absolute attachment of the gratification to the subjection and maltreatment of the object.

Put in everyday words, Freud is saying that aggressive behavior is a natural component of sexual courtship. The desire to subdue, to conquer, to possess are normal features of sexual attraction, and it is only through the vagaries of the human mind that certain forms of aggression become exaggerated and have distinct erotic connotations. One might then ask why spanking is one of the most popular forms of sexual aggression involving distinctly sadomasochistic overtones?

The answer seems to be that spanking has an appeal to the unconscious regions of the mind, because the act of spanking is itself a symbolic form of sexual intercourse. The instrument of punishment is in effect a phallic symbol which, like the penis in ordinary intercourse, plays the aggressive role. The punishment is generally inflicted on the buttocks, which is the area closest to the genitals. Moreover, the most popular spanking position, the over-the-knee position, places the genitals of both parties in the closest possible contact short of intercourse. In addition, the redness achieved by the victim's buttocks during the punishment resembles the color of the sexual organs, while the victim's squirming and twisting movements are highly suggestive of coitus.

Thus, we see that spanking is in itself a form of substitute intercourse. Moreover, the various stages of a spanking - the undressing, the initial spanks, the reddening buttocks, the progressively faster squirms, and the victim's breathless howls that become more and more intense - are in effect reenactments of the various stages of sexual intercourse. Thus, it is not difficult to see why spanking is usually preferred to other forms of sexual aggression.

In Caning the Schoolgirls, author Kysa Braswell artfully illustrates the erotic connotations of spanking. All of the rituals and ceremonies, the uniforms and procedures, traditionally associated with spanking are shown in their true erotic context. The protagonist, Edward Herrmann, is the headmaster of an English girls' school in the late 1930s, where it is his duty and pleasure to discipline recalcitrant teenaged girls.

The arrival of the Second World War brings an abrupt end to Edward's world of sensual debauchery... but only temporarily. Sent to America on a secret mission to find a Nazi spy, a former pupil of his, he finds that his talents as an erotic disciplinarian can be put to patriotic purposes. His victims, attractive young American girls in their twenties, learn the erotic connotations of spanking from their talented English instructor. Sex drives of which they were only dimly aware are activated by Edward's punitive caresses, and a furious competition develops for his unique services.

The story, allegedly based upon an unreleased dossier in the files of the British Foreign Service, brilliantly illustrates the underlying erotic connotations of sex and discipline, and demonstrates that intense sexual drives can be unleashed when the proper stimulus is applied. We seriously recommend The Headmaster to all readers, but particularly to those who harbor some doubt as to the Freudian adage that sex is pain and pain is sex.




"Eliza Schmidt reporting for punishment, Mr. Herrmann!" The words came out slowly and with obvious effort, and it was readily apparent that the attractive teenager who uttered them was having great difficulty retaining her composure.

Seated behind his oversize walnut desk, the Headmaster of Marshall Girl's Academy did not at first look up from the report he was reading. The office of the chief administrative executive of the exclusive girl's school located in the north of England was quite austere and not calculated to ease the anxiety of the miscreants who were regularly required to report there for discipline. At the moment, the only relief came from a partially opened window, through which drifted a warm breeze that served as a reminder that the spring of 1939 had been one of the most pleasant in years.

"Mr. Herrmann...," the girl's words trailed off in despair. The petite 4'11, but extremely buxom 13-year old knew that the wait was deliberate, and designed to increase her apprehension as well as humiliate her. Her hands clutched nervously behind her back, she could barely stand still. Her dark blue eyes constantly darted around the room, anxiously searching for that whippy, pencil-thin cane that she dreaded so much. For some reason which she did not comprehend, the hateful instrument was nowhere in sight. Normally, it was prominently on display.

At last, Mr. Herrmann set aside the report and looked up at the obviously troubled teenager who stood in front of him. A hasty glance satisfied him that she had complied with the academy rule that required all girls to report for punishment attired in their full school uniform. This consisted of white blouse, plaid tie, pleated black gym slip held in at the waist by a red sash tied at the wearer's left, black stockings, and three-inch spike heel black patent leather pumps with straps from behind the ankle tied in a bow in front.

The schoolgirl uniform did not conceal the fact that Eliza possessed a highly promising figure, buxom and shapely. Her long blonde hair, tied in two pigtails, hung nearly to her waist in back, and the juvenile style required by school rules looked quite incongruous when compared with the obvious fullness of her plump breasts, which proudly pressed outward against the jumper of her gym slip. Enhanced by her black stockings and elegant footwear, her shapely legs and highly arched feet looked absolutely stunning. Her gym slip was hemmed to end a full six inches above her knees, because the archaic and absurd school rules were designed to make the girls feel juvenile and this was supposedly accomplished by requiring them to wear styles associated with young girls.

But as Eliza and numerous other girls had discovered, the absurdly short gym slips could create effects quite unintended by their sponsors. For, as the girls had learned, some to their embarrassment and others to their intense delight, the combination of short skirts, black stocking tops and milk white thighs was completely mesmerizing to the masculine eye. By flashing her white thighs, contrasting vividly with her black stocking tops and garter belt, a girl could usually get exactly what she wanted from the opposite sex.

"So we meet again, Eliza!" Mr. Herrmann finally spoke. The statement had its obvious implications, and their eyes met with understanding.

"Please, Edward..." Eliza spoke hastily, using a form of address that no other girl in the school would have dared employ.

The Headmaster put up his hand in a manner that indicated that such familiarity was forbidden, at least at this stage of the proceedings. Her face hotly flushed, Eliza made no further attempt to speak and lowered her eyes demurely.

Edward picked up the registration form that contained Eliza's vital statistics, and read parts of it aloud: "Eliza Schmidt. Born 1921. Native of Hamburg, Germany. Father, an importer currently working in Liverpool. Speaks English and French fluently."

With a shrug, he tossed the form back on his desk. "Let's face it, Eliza," he said quietly. "With the state of the world being what it is, you'll go back to Germany this summer and that will be the last we'll see of each other. So this will probably be the last time you will report to me for punishment." He hesitated slightly before pronouncing the last word, as if it were not really adequate to describe what was to transpire between them.

"Please, Edward, couldn't we just skip the punishment part of it," Eliza spoke with obvious distress. "Let me... You know what I like to do for you!"

The Headmaster feigned amused indifference to the young girl's statement. "That's surprising," he remarked with the slightest tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "Particularly considering the offense for which you have been sent here!"

Eliza's face colored visibly at the reference to her misdeed. Edward reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a confidential and quite detailed report from one of the instructresses regarding a lesbian incident involving Eliza and another girl. The two of them had been caught in the ultimate lesbian embrace, which the Victorian minded authoress of the report had described in highly critical terms but with what might appear to be an unnecessary attention to detail.

"Their panties were completely removed," Edward read aloud from the report. "Their gym slips were rolled up above the waist. They were still wearing their garter belts and stockings. The two of them were simultaneously performing a contemptible act with their mouths and tongue, in a pose that is sometimes described as the French position. Both of them were displaying a great deal of emotion."

Eliza wriggled with girlish shame as the details of her misconduct were read out.

"Eliza, I must say that I'm shocked to get this type of report about you, of all people," Edward remarked as he set the report down.

"I'm not a lesbian," Eliza defended herself heatedly. "And you know it! It's just that... around here there aren't many boys, and a girl gets... gets itchy!"

"Yes, of course," Edward replied dryly. "Your fellow miscreant has already been punished," he added. "Six of the best!"

His mind flashed back to the incident, which had occurred only an hour before. Attired in a uniform that exactly matched the one that Eliza was wearing, the hapless culprit had been obliged to bend over the back of a straight chair until her rounded bottom was higher than the rest of her body. Edward prepared her himself, slowly lifting the hem of her gym slip to reveal the enticing combination of black stocking tops, white thighs, black garter belt and lush feminine bottom encased in tightly stretched black panties. He pulled the panties down all the way to her ankles, catching a brief glimpse of bright pink cuntal lips as the miserable girl attempted to hold her legs as closely together as possible, and allowing his fingers to brush momentarily against the bows of her high-heeled shoes.

The six cuts of the cane had been applied with deliberate slowness, the highly flexible cane cracking like a twig snapping each time it made contact with her tender feminine buttocks. Although the first application of the cane had produced a loud gasp, the stouthearted girl had managed to bear the correction in a relatively stoic manner. Tears were streaming down her eyes, however, when Edward personally replaced her panties for her and allowed her to depart.

"Not the cane!" Eliza pleaded, her knees buckling slightly at the thought of that dreaded instrument.

"But for an offense of this type," Edward began.

"Please!" Eliza interrupted with great urgency. "Please! I'll do anything you like! You can degrade me any way you like! Please, but not the cane!" Her pretty face reflected the intense anxiety that she was experiencing.

Edward slowly arose from behind his desk, and placed a straight wooden chair in the middle of the room. Her hands clasped prayerfully in front of her, Eliza watched the scene with growing alarm.

"Please, not the cane! Please! I can't stand it!" she implored, her voice occasionally cracking with emotion. "Please, I'll do anything! Anything!"

"Very well, Eliza," Edward replied. "You may have a smacking instead of a cane, if you prefer. But in that case you must agree to accept some private, highly intimate punishment from me! Do you agree?"

"Yes!" the attractive 13-year old answered almost too quickly. The sense of relief flowing through her body was quite apparent.

Edward seated himself on the chair and motioned for her to approach him. Shamefaced and taking tiny, reluctant steps in her smart high-heeled pumps, Eliza advanced toward the Headmaster. Despite her eighteen years and mature, shapely figure, her demeanor suggested that of a very young girl about to receive a deserved spanking.

Taking her by the hand, Edward gently but firmly pulled her face down across his lap. Nearly falling into position, Eliza lay with her palms on the floor to balance herself. Her gym slip rode up to reveal a generous amount of black stocking, and her knees were slightly bent. Knowing what was coming, she was scarlet with embarrassment.

Edward reached down with both hands and, with great slowness, began raising the hem of her pleated black gym slip. Lush, tapering thighs, enhanced by black hosiery, came into view, followed by the heavier portions of her stockings. Then came milk white thighs, contrasting vividly with her black stockings and the black satin garter belt that held them up. The gym slip came up to the waist, slowly bringing into view formfitting black panties that could barely contain her lovely and fully rounded buttocks.

With her stocking tops, bare thighs and black panties on full display, Eliza was a picture of feminine embarrassment. Her face was a flaming scarlet and she kept her eyes tightly closed, as if that would blot out the shameful display she was making of herself. Edward paused for a moment to enjoy the breathtaking view, not missing a single detail as his eyes moved from the tips of her nicely shod feet to her blonde head. Both of them were aware of the erection that the display had already produced.

After a long pause, Edward reached for the waistband of the young girl's wispy panties. Eliza moaned and quivered with humiliation as she felt masculine hands committing the final indignity that would leave her totally bare and disgraced.

"Lift up a little, Eliza!" Edward ordered her.

Haplessly, the attractive pupil lifted her hips an inch or so from his lap, and Edward slowly pulled the panties down. Eliza's breath-catching feminine bottom flashed into view, a beautifully soft mixture of pink and white, and deliciously rounded. The feminine contours were girlishly big but not too big. Eliza trembled with humiliation and as she did so, her pretty nates quivered like bowls of jelly. She remembered to hold her stocking-clad legs tightly together, for the moment at least, concealing her feminine treasure.

Edward finished pulling the panties down below the tops of her black stockings, and paused to enjoy an enthralled look at the lush and tender feminine buttocks that were just waiting to be disciplined. For a moment he thought about undoing her garters, but decided against it. The black garter belt and stockings perfectly framed her spank spot, and there was no reason to disturb such an intriguing picture. Eliza moaned and wriggled with girlish apprehension as Edward clasped his left forearm and hand around her waist to hold her in position.

"You have lovely buttocks, Eliza!" he told her, knowing that the comment would embarrass rather than please her.

Edward had no intention of rushing things. Slowly he raised his right hand and brought it down lightly upon her right buttock, leaving it in place right where it landed. Her youthful bottom felt velvety soft and resilient.

"Oooh!" Eliza's gasp reflected mortification rather than discomfort.

Edward watched the pretty teenager shriveling with embarrassment at the bare-on-bare contact. After a moment's pause, he raised his hand to observe the pretty pink spot that had suddenly appeared. Edward applied the second slap to her right cheek, slightly lower down, and once again allowed his hand to remain in place for a moment afterward. The third smack landed slightly lower than the second. Edward then repeated the procedure, this time making the smacks slightly more forceful.

"Oh! Oh!" Eliza gasped, her blonde pigtails flying. "This is awful! Please, I'm too big for this!"

By this time the attractive pupil was a little breathless and her right buttock was a healthy shade of rose pink, which contrasted sharply with her still-unspanked and milky-white left cheek. After a moment's inspection, Edward set about balancing up the color scheme. Six carefully applied smacks to the left buttock and the task was completed. Eliza's lovely buttocks were a pretty pink all over, and the comely teenager was squirming with a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort. After pausing a moment to admire his own handiwork, Edward began the next series of slaps with a light slap just above the top of her right stocking. Eliza moaned and her right foot swung up momentarily. Edward began working up her right thigh and bottom cheek with a light series of smacks, always allowing his hand to remain in place on the cringing feminine flesh beneath his palm. From there, he worked down the left side from her garter belt to the top of her stocking. By this time the entire area between her garter belt and stockings was a pretty shade of pink. He repeated the entire course again, working up, the right side and down the left.

"Please! Please!" Eliza pleaded. "Please stop! That's enough! Please don't humiliate me like this! Please, I'm eighteen!"

Once again Edward's solid masculine palm traversed the course, working up one side and down the other. A distressed "Oh!" followed every smack, and her reddening buttocks began to squirm more and more over his lap despite her obvious efforts to control herself. Black patent leather pumps began swinging upward from time to time, and he knew there would soon come a time when she would no longer be able to hold those pretty legs together.

"Ouch! Oh, stop, please! Please!" Eliza pleaded, looking back anxiously over her shoulder. "Please, don't! It's so humiliating! Please, your bare hand on my... my bare... Please, it's too humiliating!"

Edward paused once again to admire the scenery. From stocking tops to garter belt, Eliza's lush spank spot was a bright scarlet. She was wriggling miserably, her full buttocks continually flexing and puckering in a thoroughly provocative manner. Her pretty face was as red as her bottom, and her distress was all too apparent as she continually looked back over her shoulder. It was time for the bottom smacking to start in earnest.

Edward raised his hand and brought it down forcefully on Eliza's buttocks, producing a loud smack as it landed squarely across the crevice.

"Ouch!" Eliza shrieked and suddenly burst into girlish tears.

Smack! Smack! Edward's hand began moving up one side and down the other, each smack crackling with a crisp report as it landed on defenseless feminine flesh.

"Ouch! Oh, no! Ow! Stop! Ouch! It hurts too much!" Eliza exclaimed, her voice reflecting her pain and shame. "Ow! Ouch! Oh, no! This is awful!" Shapely legs prettily attired in black stockings and high heels began swinging merrily back and forth as Edward spread the stinging smacks throughout her already-smarting posterior, and the pretty teenager began wriggling furiously over his lap. As she reflexively began jerking her legs hard and wide, bright flashes of pink cuntal lips could occasionally be seen along with an intriguing patch of light brown fleece.

"Oh, no! Stop! Ouch! It hurts too much!" Eliza begged, her voice nearly choking with tears. "Stop, please! I'm just burning up!"

Keeping her squirming, bucking body under full control, Edward continued to apply the loud smacks in a lusty, energetic fashion. In his opinion there was nothing much more attractive than a shapely young woman, skirt up and panties down, undergoing correction with her stocking-clad legs kicking wildly as her pretty bottom turned a bright scarlet. And Eliza proved the point once more for him. Shapely long legs in stockings and heels kicked frantically back and forth, and the entire combination of tear-stained face, glowing buttocks and swinging legs was exquisite.

"Oh, please, stop, I can't take it anymore!" the miserable girl sobbed between soprano shrieks of pain. "Stop, please! Pleeeese!"

At last, Edward decided that his suffering victim had endured enough of that kind of discipline. As she lay crying hard across his lap, he finished removing her black panties and tossed them on the floor. His hand slipped between her legs, discerning the heavy dew that was covering her cuntal pubic hair. The lips of her warm teenaged pussy felt deliciously soft and juicy, and he slipped a probing finger gently into the wet interior.

"You know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked quietly.

"Yes. Yes, sir!" Eliza managed to reply, trying to get her tears under control.

"Kneel in front of me and take it out of my pants yourself!" Edward instructed.

Wiping the tears from her hotly flushed face with the sleeve of her white blouse, Eliza meekly slid into a kneeling position between Edward's legs. Her pretty face clearly mirrored the distress caused by the spanking, but Edward could also discern an underlying look of excitement about what was to come. She was quite breathless and her full young breasts were heaving against the front of her school jumper. Her expressive eyes narrowed intently as she focused them on the handsome curve in the schoolmaster's slacks.

"Go on," Edward told her. "Take it out of my pants yourself!"

Her eyes flashed upward for a moment. "You don't enjoy sex unless you're humiliating a girl, do you?" she protested.

"You want to be humiliated, Eliza!" Edward reminded her in an even tone of voice. "You want to be degraded. If it were otherwise, you wouldn't have let yourself get caught with your lesbian girlfriend!"

Eliza did not deny the accusation. Very shame-faced, the pretty 13-year old began opening up Edward's fly. Her small fingers worked slowly but showed no hesitation. Leaning back casually in his chair, Edward watched closely. As Eliza pulled his open fly apart, his throbbing, extremely thick ten-inch penis suddenly sprang out into full view. As she caught sight of the solid seven inches of bright red masculine meat, the comely teenager gulped noticeably and involuntarily wriggled with girlish surrender.

"Go on, Eliza, you know what you have to do!" Edward told her quietly, knowing that none of the girls would likely see a prick in their lifetimes as big or nearly as thick as the ones he made them submit to between his thighs.

Eliza extended her small right hand and encircled the hotly throbbing masculine muscle in a possessive grip. Her smooth feminine hand felt exquisitely pleasant, and Edward caught his breath sharply. Licking her lips with her small pink tongue, Eliza slowly formed her pretty mouth into a wide oval. Leaning forward, she eased her pretty mouth down over the crown of his massive blood-distended cock. The full effect of the young girl's hot, wet mouth suddenly hit Edward like a thunderbolt, and his entire body stiffened as if struck by a jolt of electricity.

"That's the way!" he told her in a deliberately controlled voice. "Perhaps a good meat and cream sandwich will help minimize those lesbian tendencies you've been displaying lately!"

Eliza held the velvety smooth crown of his stiffly erect penis in her mouth and sucked lightly on it, while at the same time her soft fingers played up and down the throbbing trunk of his elongated manhood. Edward watched her intently.

There was no doubt that the young German girl was an expert fellatrix, and despite her protestations she thoroughly enjoyed having a rigid piece of man-meat jammed in her oral cavity. Her salivary glands were working overtime, bathing his pounding member with their warm fluids.

"Just take your time, baby!" he told her. "There's no point rushing things!"

Holding the pulsating cock in her hand, Eliza slowly withdrew her mouth from the head and began licking it with her warm pink tongue. Her makeup smeared by her tears and her face hotly flushed, the pretty teenager was obviously quite aroused. Eagerly she allowed the sleek head of his rigid shaft to explore her entire young face, brushing against her cheeks, forehead, blonde hair, chin, throat and even her closed eyes. Dripping with excitement, she could not refrain from running one hand under her gym slip to caress her thoroughly wet cuntal opening.

"Please, I want it in my cunt!" she begged. "Please, in my cunt! Please, put it in my cunt!" As she pleaded, she covered the stiff pulsating lance with hot, eager kisses. "Please, in my cunt! Please! Oh, please!"

"Put it in your mouth!" Edward ordered.

Writhing about in the kneeling position before him, Eliza promptly surrendered. Once again forming her pretty mouth into a wide oval, she inserted his rigid maleness between her girlish pink lips and once again drenched it in a warm bath of saliva. Her enthusiasm and excitement were quite apparent as she began working the stiffly erect member deeper into her warmly wet mouth. Edward watched intently as more and more of his painfully throbbing cock disappeared into the pretty teenager's avid mouth.

"Now, just keep it in your mouth and suck it!" he told her in an authoritative voice.

Eliza offered no opposition. Kneeling obediently on her knees in front of him, the comely blonde began sucking his swollen organ in an eager fashion. Leaning back comfortably in his chair to thoroughly enjoy her efforts, Edward watched her pretty blonde head bobbing up and down in his lap. Her cheeks were collapsed and he could hear the sucking noises produced by her mouth. The look of strain on her face from having so much cock jammed in her mouth made her look all the more feminine and appealing.

Her mouth continually filled with saliva and from time to time she was forced to pause and swallow it with an audible gulp. Thoroughly aroused, the shapely teenager continued fingering her wet pussy. From his position, Edward could see a feminine finger eagerly exploring between her separated wet cuntal lips. Wriggling her well spanked little bottom, Eliza masturbated as she submissively sucked her Headmaster's massive prick.

Edward remained motionless for as long as he could, but the tantalizing sensations produced by her busy mouth and tongue soon had their effect. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he began moving his pelvis with quick, jerky movements. That ticklish, highly pleasant sensation in his rigid maleness became more intense with each passing moment, and he knew that he would not be able to hold out much longer.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Eliza's faraway sounding moans were a mixture of discomfort and sexual arousal.

As his young pupil's mouth tormented him almost beyond endurance, Edward's mind flashed back to the caning and spanking he had administered earlier. As usual, the image of red feminine bottoms, of howls and cries and pleas for mercy, of shapely stocking-clad legs swinging wildly back and forth, and of feminine charms being unintentionally exposed, was a powerful aphrodisiac. In his mind, sex and pain and pain and sex were inextricably linked, so much so that one was not possible without the other. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" By this time, Eliza's moans had a frantic quality about them, suggesting a high degree of sexual arousal combined with the frustration of having her mouth rather than her steaming cunt filled with the desire-bloated flesh. Edward could see her fingers working frantically between her legs, and noted that her fleecy pubic hair was glistening with feminine dew.

Tantalized to the point where he could think of nothing but the incredible sensation in his pounding cock, Edward cupped his hands down over Eliza's blonde head and held her in a firm grip. With no thought for the effect it might have on her, he began forcefully moving her head up and down in his lap. Moaning and gurgling on her saliva, Eliza docilely submitted to the erotic torment that he was inflicting on her. Her wet fingers caressed her taut clit and served as a substitute penis for her vagina, making her twist and writhe her hips with coital movements.

Suddenly, Edward could hold himself back no longer. Clamping his powerful hands even more tightly around Eliza's blonde head, he bolted almost to a standing position. Though prepared for the onslaught to follow, Eliza moaned with fear and anticipation. A hot load of thick, sticky fluid smashed against the roof of her mouth, and began splashing around. Eliza instinctively attempted to snap her head back, but Edward's hands forced her to remain in position. Another blast of masculine cream sprayed into her mouth, coating her tongue and trickling down her throat.

Eliza felt as if a hot fountain of thick cream had been turned on in her mouth. Hot, sticky masculine lava sprayed forth in voluminous quantities, completely filling her teenaged mouth. Gurgling and gulping on the virile, salty fluid, the young and comely blonde began swallowing it with loud gulps. Edward could see her voluptuous body quaking as she experienced her own orgasm.

As Edward settled back on his chair, Eliza obediently kept his cock in her mouth until it began to go soft. As she straightened up, Edward discerned some residue of viscous white cum trickling down her cheek. Quickly catching it with her finger, she stuck her finger in her mouth to lick it up, as if she were simply starving for cum. With her gym slip still up over the tops of her black stockings, she made a delightful sex kitten.

"You bastard!" she spoke quietly but with conviction. "I hope you're satisfied!"

Ordinarily he would have dismissed her at this point. However, there were other factors that entered into the picture. The school year was rapidly coming to an end, and that would mean the end of fun and games with his female pupils for the time being. Even more seriously, the political situation in Europe clearly indicated that war was just over the horizon, and Edward knew that he would be in it. Like many young men in the early nineteen-thirties, he had learned to fly simply as a hobby and had obtained a pilot's license although he had no aspirations as a commercial pilot. However, he knew that the Royal Air Force would be waiting for him the minute that the war broke out.

He watched pensively as Eliza slowly got to her feet. The attractive blonde picked up her panties from the floor, and stuffed them into her small purse.

"Why don't you come over to my apartment this evening, Eliza?" he suggested.

She looked disdainfully at him. "Why?" she asked. "You got your spanking and blow-job. That's all you ever want!"

Edward ignored her hurt tone of voice. "I have a project that might even make a little money for you," he told her.

"What's that?" she asked, her eyes showing some interest.

"I have a photographic assignment from a detective magazine," he told her. "They want some pictures of a pretty young woman who's been tied up by a burglar."

Eliza's eyes flashed as if to inform him that she knew the story was pure fabrication on his part. "Okay," she told him. "I suppose you have some special way you want me to dress," she added, alluding to his fetishes.

"Transparent white blouse," Edward promptly responded. "Black satin skirt, shoes and stockings just like you have on."

Eliza appeared at Edward's apartment at the agreed time. The attractive young blonde was dressed precisely as he had specified. The outline of her frilly white slip and well-filled brassiere could be clearly discerned beneath her diaphanous, highly feminine white blouse. Her black satin skirt ended above the knees, revealing shapely legs attired in sheer black stockings. She wore the same elegant shoes that she had worn early in the day, their eye-catching bows quickly catching Edward's interested gaze. She had undone her school pigtails, and was wearing her blonde hair loosely down her back, making her look older and more sophisticated than she had appeared early in the day.

"Thanks for coming," Edward told her, leaning over to give her a greeting kiss on the lips.

"I'm surprised that you would consent to kiss the mouth that's usually considered only worthy enough to suck your big cock!" the attractive teenager replied as she quickly looked around at the ropes and photographic equipment that were spread around the room.

"My, aren't we in a bitchy mood this evening," Edward remarked, looking her over carefully as he led her over to a plain, straight-backed chair which he had placed in the middle of the room.

"Is this photographic assignment on the level?" Eliza asked. "Or is tying up girls just another of your hobbies?"

"What's the difference?" Edward replied with a smirk. "It'll just take a few minutes." He pushed her gently to a seated position on the chair and stepped back to look at her. "Your stockings are a little baggy," he told her. "Tighten them up."

Eliza looked slightly annoyed and hesitated for a moment. Her cheeks becoming prettily flushed, she slowly pulled back her black-satin skirt and white-lace-embroidered slip to reveal black stocking tops, white thighs, and black garter belt suspenders. Edward watched with fascination as the attractive young girl proceeded to pull her sheer stockings up even more tautly, smoothing them wrinkle-free and once again anchoring them to her garter belt. Satisfied that she could not improve on the job, she yanked her skirt and slip down.

"Good," Edward told her. "Now, I'm going to tie you to the chair. Put your hands together back of the chair with your wrists crossed."

Looking slightly worried, Eliza complied. Taking a length of clothesline rope, Edward quickly tied her wrists together behind her back. Suddenly feeling a little helpless, Eliza squirmed prettily in her chair.

Taking another length of rope, Edward dropped to his knees beside her and began tying her slender ankles tightly together just above the bows of her high-heeled shoes. The white rope made a vivid contrast with her black hosiery. Next, taking another length of rope, he tied her legs together just above the knees. Her cheeks warmly flushed, Eliza watched the proceedings without comment.

"Now, let's get that skirt up!" he remarked to his quite helpless subject.

Grasping the hem of Eliza's skirt and slip, he pulled them up to leave black stocking tops, garter belt and a generous amount of bare white thigh on display. From the front, he could catch a glimpse of her pink panties.

"Bastard!" Eliza fumed, squirming unhappily in her chair as she could do nothing to adjust her skirt.

Edward picked up his camera and began shooting snaps of her at various angles.

"Do you have any film in there?" Eliza asked sarcastically.

Edward pretended to ignore her. "I think a gag would make it look more realistic," he remarked.

Despite her protests, Eliza soon found her pretty mouth tightly packed with a folded white handkerchief. A light blue scarf was then passed over her mouth and tied tightly behind her neck to hold the handkerchief in place. Ignoring her almost constant attempts to communicate through the uncomfortable gag, Edward proceeded to take more photographs of her.

Finally, he employed a black scarf to blindfold her completely. Her vision cut off completely and unable to communicate in an effective manner, Eliza had no choice but to squirm uncomfortably and helplessly in her chair with her black-satin skirt well above the tops of her stockings. Thoroughly stimulated by the provocative display of helpless feminine pulchritude, Edward dawdled with the camera and took shots of her from every angle he could think of.

"There, I think that's enough shots," he remarked at last.

Setting the camera aside, he walked over to his helpless victim. Standing behind her, he moved quite close to her, making her aware of his erection as the front of his slacks brushed against her blonde hair. Looking downward at the well-filled cups of her brassiere pressing outward against her diaphanous blouse, he reached down with both hands and grasped her resilient breasts firmly.

"Mmmmmm!" Eliza could do nothing but moan and squirm anxiously in her seat.

After amusing himself for a few moments by handling her helpless body in an intimate fashion, Edward removed the young girl's blindfold. Their eyes met and he could see the mixture of fear and excitement in them.

"Perhaps you want something in that mouth instead of that gag?" he tormented her. "Perhaps the real thing? Gags are really phallic substitutes, you know." He removed the gag.

"Bastard!" Eliza spat out. "Why can't you just do something that's normal for once?"

Still standing behind her, Edward ran his hands over the front of her blouse once again. "Okay," he told her. "I want you to do something that's perfectly normal. Take off your clothes for me, as slowly and seductively as you can! What could be more normal than that?" His hands continued to fondle her breasts as he spoke.

"And what do I get out of it?" Eliza asked defiantly.

"Some hot, hard meat between your legs!" Edward replied in a deliberately quiet voice. "If you got enough of that, perhaps you wouldn't have to be punished for performing contemptible acts with other girls."

"All right," Eliza agreed. "Please untie me. It's uncomfortable."

He quickly untied her and put away the photographic equipment and props. Seating himself in a comfortable chair, he leaned back to thoroughly enjoy the strip tease that Eliza had promised him. Her face prettily flushed, the comely blonde stood in the middle of the room fully attired in her transparent white blouse, black-satin blouse, black stockings and smart high-heeled footwear. In his racing imagination, Edward was already progressively stripping away the various layers of clothing that covered her lush young body.

Looking confident but girlishly embarrassed, Eliza reached behind her back and began unbuttoning her blouse. The movements thrust her breasts forward into even greater prominence, and Edward watched the performance intently so as not to miss a single detail. With her blouse unbuttoned, Eliza removed it with deliberate slowness and slowly hung it over the back of the chair where she had posed.

Her white brassiere and frilly white slip made a vivid contrast with her black skirt, while her soft pink white bare shoulders and arms looked delightfully feminine and appealing. Although his fingers were clasped together meditatively in front, Edward was already beginning to squirm at the thought that that lush young female was actually going to take off all of her clothes right in front of his very eyes.

After posing in front of him at various angles, Eliza reached to her side and unsnapped her black skirt. She pulled the tight garment slowly from her rounded hips and stepped out of it gracefully, giving him a flash of stocking top and bare thigh as she did so. She hung the skirt over the back of the chair and posed in front of him in her slip. The highly embroidered, clinging garment emphasized the lush fullness of her vibrant young body, and through it Edward could clearly discern the outline of her brassiere, panties and stockings.

"How'm I doing?" she asked, confident as to what the answer would be. She twirled in front of him, allowing him to view her seductive body from different directions. Although her face was hotly flushed, it was apparent that she was thoroughly enjoying the opportunity of flaunting her young luscious body before the older man.

"All right so far!" Edward replied. Although he wouldn't admit it, his young pupil had him about ready to climb the walls.

Reaching down with both hands, Eliza grabbed the frilly hem of her white slip and began pulling it upward ever so slowly. Edward watched entranced as stocking-clad legs, bare white thighs, black garter belt suspenders, pink silk panties, more smooth white flesh and her well-filled brassiere all came into view, one after the other. Eliza pulled the slip up over her head, mussing her blonde hair slightly, and removed it.

The slip joined her skirt and blouse over the back of the chair, and the attractive young blonde stood in front of him attired only in her white brassiere, black garter belt, pink panties, black stockings and smart high-heeled shoes with their elegant bows. Edward's roaming eyes eagerly inspected her from head to foot, noting every detail. The form-fitting brassiere molded her full young breasts into two steep points, while the filmy pink panties left the outline of her fluffy triangle clearly on view. Above the tops of her tightly suspendered stockings her luscious milk-white thighs shimmered with erotic invitation.

Squirming in his seat, Edward could hardly resist the temptation to seize her and ravish her on the spot. Totally enthralled, he watched with fascination as Eliza seated herself on the chair and crossed first one leg and then the other as she removed her high-heeled shoes. She performed the act with the skill of a burlesque performer.

Minus her shoes, Eliza extended her shapely legs together in front of her and unhooked her right stocking. Edward could feel his blood racing hotly as she slowly and delicately rolled the stocking downward, black hose departing from milk-white flesh. Her bare, tapering thigh, perfectly rounded knee, svelte but curvaceous calf, trim ankle and dainty bare foot slowly came into full view.

Aware of the almost-hypnotic effect that she was having on him, Eliza removed her left stocking in an even slower, more seductive fashion. Rolling the filmy garment downward in a neat roll, she slowly slipped it from her foot and hung it over the back of the chair. Attired only in her brassiere, garter belt and panties, the buxom young blonde smiled provocatively at her older admirer.

"Well? Do you like what you see?" she asked, deliberately stalling to tantalize him all the more.

"I think you know what the answer to that is," Edward replied, trying to conceal his impatience.

Although she kept her eyes averted, Eliza could feel him staring intently as she reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere. Slowly pulling the straps from her bare white shoulders, she hesitated for a moment before pulling the cups away from her voluptuous breasts. The lusciously plump, rose-tipped mounds tumbled seductively from the cups of her brassiere, and jounced invitingly in front of Edward's eyes. Making no attempt to cover herself, the pretty young girl smiled teasingly at him.

Standing up, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, and then paused for what seemed like an eternity to Edward. She began lowering the tiny garment with an almost maddening slowness, only gradually bringing her fluffy triangle of light brown hair into full view. With the panties below her hips, she let the panties slither down her shapely legs until they formed a small ring at her ankles. Slowly she stepped out of them, giving Edward a flash of bright pink cuntal lips as she lifted first one leg and then the other.

Removing her black garter belt, she stood completely nude in front of him. Edward's eyes eagerly drank in her entire body as she slowly turned in front of him, allowing him to inspect her gorgeous young body from every angle. Noting that her cute bottom was still a bright pink from the spanking that he had administered earlier, Edward displayed a handsome curve in the front of his slacks as he slowly and deliberately got to his feet.

"Now it's your turn to do a strip tease for me!" Eliza remarked with an amused laugh.

Without wasting a single motion, Edward quickly peeled off every stitch of clothing. As he stood erect after discarding his undershorts, Eliza grabbed his iron-hard penis in a tight grip and held it firmly.

"Remember what you promised!" the pretty teenager told him.

With his pupil's soft hand encircling his rigidly erect shaft, the two of them quickly retired to the bedroom. Without bothering to pull down the covers, they jumped on the bed together with their bare bodies smacking against one another. The collision of bare flesh sent shivers racing through both of their bodies. Edward pressed his mouth tightly against hers and in a moment their tongues were in contact.

Eliza squirmed with girlish delight and ran her soft, smooth hands over Edward's hard masculine body. As their stabbing tongues explored each other's mouths, Edward's fingers squeezed and molded and massaged the pretty teenager's plump breasts until they were standing taut with feminine erectness. Eliza flung one bare leg around his legs and nestled against him in a warmly feminine manner. One small hand clawed excitedly at his stiffly erect prick.

"Please! I want it inside me! Please! In my cunt!" the excited teenager begged. "Please, put it in my cunt! Please, I'm just dying to have it in my cunt!"

With no desire to rush things despite his pupil's eagerness, Edward lowered his face to her plump breasts. He began kissing them firmly all over, extending his tongue and flicking against the two pink nipples in a manner that left Eliza gasping for breath. Arching her back in kittenish fashion, the lovely young blonde held his face down against her taut breasts as though she never wanted him to stop.

"Oh, that's the way! Keep doing it! I need it so bad! You don't know how much I need it!" she exclaimed in a highly agitated voice. Her small hand yanked and pulled on his stiff member, holding it in a firm grip.

As his mouth and tongue caressed her voluptuous breasts, Edward's hands roamed over her velvety smooth feminine body. His fingers gently caressed and molded her lovely buttocks, which he had spanked so firmly earlier in the day, and could tell from her reaction that she was still quite sensitive from that workout. From there his hand moved to her shimmering, soft thighs, the same thighs that had tantalized him so much when her skirt came up over her black stockings.

From there his hand began exploring the pretty nest between her legs. The comely young teenager was already deliciously creamy, and responded to his manly touch with purely instinctive thrusts of her pelvis and hips. He separated the pink cuntal lips and, working his fingers into the slippery opening, began teasing her tiny passion-distended button and vaginal orifice.

"Fuck me, please! Please! Please put it in my cunt!" Eliza pleaded, her voice almost distraught. "Please! Fuck me! I want it so bad!"

His hand caressing her smooth inner thighs and vaginal crevice, Edward began to slowly move his face down over her smooth hairless belly. Still holding his maddeningly pulsating cock in a possessive grip, Eliza squirmed with anticipation as she realized what he intended to do. Her shapely legs were wide open and her knees were drawn upward, leaving her girlish charms lewdly exposed. A glistening film of feminine dew completely covered the entire area, and the bright coral groove stood out vividly in the nest of fluffy hair.

Using the fingertips of both hands, Edward gently separated the plump outer lips of her vulva. The two coral petals opened with an audible squishing sound, and Edward slowly began spreading them apart as far as he could. The lush expanse of bright pink girl flesh that opened up in front of his very eyes was truly a lascivious sight to behold. Peering intently into the opening, he could see all of her feminine sexuality awaiting him. Without further ado, Edward buried his face against her warm, wet feminine meat with his tongue extended.

"Ooohhh!" Eliza exclaimed at the electrifying contact. Wriggling girlishly, she allowed her smooth bare legs to drape down over Edward's back and eagerly ran her hands through his hair to encourage him.

His nose buried deep in the pink furrow, Edward began running his tongue up and down inside her slippery cuntal lips with quick stabs. A gush of feminine honey covered his face and seeped into his voracious mouth, and he could feel her squirming prettily in response to his caresses. Feminine dew began to bubble up spontaneously, leaving the entire area drenched with the musky perfume of sex. Her pelvic muscles jerked spasmodically every few seconds, and her labored breathing quickly became quite audible.

"Fuck me, please! Fuck me!" Eliza begged. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, the shapely young girl found herself in a torment of sexual arousal. Her entire body tingled with erotic sensations, and the hot, itching fire in her pussy was threatening to engulf her entire body. Her eyes were glazed and her breasts were rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for air.

Pausing from time to time to nibble on the plump young pussy lips, Edward continued to run his tongue up and down the length of her split. Teased almost beyond endurance by the intimate flicks of his writhing tongue, Eliza squirmed and tossed on the bed, furiously biting on her lip to keep from crying out. Each time that his warmly wet tongue came into contact with her ultra-sensitive little button, her entire body jerked convulsively and her thighs coiled tightly around his head.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fich mich! Fich mich!" Eliza begged, lapsing into her native German. "Fich mich! Fich mich!"

As his tongue thoroughly explored her wet cuntal channel, Edward's mind flashed back to the disciplinary scenes earlier in the day. The caning that he had administered to Eliza's lesbian girlfriend was still vivid in his mind, and he could still see those lush buttocks lined with six angry red stripes. And with equal vividness he could recall Eliza squirming frantically and kicking her stocking-clad legs merrily back and forth as he repeatedly applied his bare hand to her reddening bottom.

"Fich mich! Fich mich!" Eliza begged, her voice containing undertones of rising hysteria. "Fich mich! Fich mich!"

Edward suddenly drew back, using the back of his hand to wipe the excess feminine dew from his face. "I ought to fich mich you, all right!" he told her. "I really ought to jam it down your throat!"

"Nein! Nein!" Eliza screamed. "Fich mich! Fich mich!"

In full command, Edward stretched out on top of her. "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!" he told her in a breathless but determined voice.

Grabbing his rigidly stiff cock to guide it inside her, Eliza emitted an almost-savage cry of delight as Edward's thick shaft began dilating her vaginal canal. Edward could feel the young girl's wet, clinging meat encircling his stiff member in a warm embrace, and both of them caught their breath at the thrill of masculine and feminine meat suddenly coming into direct contact. She was delightfully tight.

"Oh, wonderful! Wonderful!" Eliza exclaimed, hugging him with all four limbs and pulling him down until his bare chest was directly into contact with her upright nipples. "Oh, it feels so good in my cunt! Doesn't it feel good? Do you like my cunt? Do you like my cunt?"

"Shut up!" Edward told her. "And start throwing your ass around like you did when I was spanking you!"

Her smooth arms and legs coiled tightly around Edward's hard masculine body, Eliza eagerly awaited the attack. She was not to be disappointed. Edward was in a dominant, masculine, highly aggressive mood, and was determined to ride her like a stallion breaking in a young filly. His entire weight pressing down masterfully on top of her writhing young body, he thrust back and forth with powerful, punishing strokes that left her quite breathless. Her cunt was incredibly juicy and he could feel her feminine honey constantly lubricating his achingly throbbing cock, making it as slick as grease.

"Fich mich! Fich mich!" Eliza begged, once again lapsing back into her native German. "FUCK ME HARDER! MY CUNT NEEDS IT SO BAD! HARDER!"

Their sexual organs fit together like two beautifully oiled pieces of machinery. Eliza was moving her hips around under him as though they had ball bearings in them, and he could feel the walls of her juicy young cunt snapping at him, as if trying to grab his cock and suck it deep inside her young body. Her small hands worked down his back and wound up clutching at his hips, her fingernails digging in like spurs.

"HARDER! HARDER!" Eliza begged, although she was breathing almost too hard to get the words out. "MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM! HARDER!"

Faster and faster the two of them ground against one another. The young blonde girl behaved like a young tigress under him, clawing and scratching and squirming and throwing her hips around in every direction conceivable. Yet, at the same time Edward completely dominated her yielding feminine body. Eliza felt helpless under his powerful masculine thrusts, and her response was largely an instinctive form of self-defense. At times, the forward thrusts of his massive prick were almost brutal, and the relatively inexperienced young girl wondered if she could really stand it much longer. She had never dreamed that sex could be such a savagely raw, primitive experience.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she managed to gasp as she felt the initial waves of an intense orgasm beginning to sweep over her entire body like an oncoming tide of raw sexual pleasure.

The young girl threw her hips upward as Edward slammed forward with all his might. His aching cock plunged into her wanton cunt right up to the hilt and burst like a cannon. As the hot masculine lava poured into her lust-convulsing cunt in voluminous spurts, Eliza erupted as if her young body was experiencing an earthquake. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably and, hugging Edward tightly with all four limbs, she emitted one half-strangled cry of joyous delight after another. Edward could feel the intense convulsions deep in her cuntal channel grabbing and snapping at his prick as if trying to draw out all of its magic juices. Her climax was much more intense than either of them could have imagined, and Eliza found herself crying and trembling with a raw, purely physical intoxication that she had never experienced before.

For the next several minutes, the two of them lay together with their organs united while they struggled to catch their breath.

"That was some fuck, Mr. Herrmann," Eliza told him when he had at last dismounted. "Perhaps normal sex like that would be good for both of us."

Edward shrugged. "You'll be going back to Germany in a few days," he reminded her. "And I doubt if we'll see each other again."

They returned to the living room and Edward watched as the young blonde snapped on her black garter belt and sat down to replace her stockings. Although his physical desire for the moment at least was spent, he still watched with fascination as she carefully smoothed the sheer black stockings up her white legs and fastened them to her garter belt.

"I think we will see each other again," she told him, her eyes bright. "I think we're destined to see more of each other."

"No," Edward replied quite quickly, attributing her lack of sophistication about the state of the world to her youth. But as he watched her carefully adjusting her stockings, he began to have second thoughts. Perhaps she was right, and the two of them were destined to meet somewhere again. But it won't be for several years, he told himself.

Four years later.

"Since we're going to be working together on this case, Mr. Herrmann, perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me about yourself," said the beautiful young American girl sitting across from him. Her bright pink lips were very full and sensuous, and her dark eyes sparkled with teasing promise. Her name was Melinda Morris.

Prickteaser! That was the first word that occurred to Edward as he studied the features of the young girl who had been assigned to work with him in the puzzling wartime venture. But there was no doubt that she was a very appealing young woman. Beneath her thin white blouse he could clearly discern a well-filled white brassiere which came to two steep points, and from her manner he could tell that she was proud of her full figure. The restaurant table concealed the lower half of her body, but he had previously noted her beautifully rounded hips and full, shapely legs.

"There's really not much to tell," Edward replied quietly, his voice giving no indication that he was aware of the understatement he was making. "Since I was a pilot, I went into the R.A.F. the minute the war started. I was assigned to a fighter pilot base designed to protect London and the south of England."

The girl was listening quietly, her eyes beaming with admiration that girls often displayed for fighter pilots. Edward had seen that look often back in England. He remembered his last sexual conquest before leaving for the States. For some reason he could no longer recall the girl's name. She was a member of the Women's Auxiliary Air Force, and the two of them had been trapped in a sudden and completely unexpected air raid.

They embraced suddenly, impulsively, instinctively, their mouths and tongues meeting. There was no time for them to remove their uniforms. Edward's hand slid up under her thick WAAF skirt, over her cobwebby black stockings and toward the elastic of her directoire panties. He slipped his finger under the elastic and up to the top of her stockings. The touch of her warm bare thighs sent quivers up and down his spine, and her small hands began working to release his suddenly pounding manhood from his fly.

Moving up her velvety thighs, Edward's fingers soon found the deliciously warm, waterfall of feminine juices. As his fingers separated her plump cuntal lips and explored the wet interior, her small hand closed tightly around his pulsating, blood-filled penis. The girl hastily removed her panties, and with her uniform skirt up to the waist, lay back with her girlish charms exposed in the framework of her black garter belt and stockings. Edward quickly mounted her and plunged his painfully throbbing cock into her wet wonderland. The spontaneity of it all and the danger of the air raid more than made up for the lack of foreplay, and the two of them climaxed together in a joyous celebration of life.

Edward could still vividly recall how she had tenderly wiped him off afterwards with her silken panties.

"To stay alive in the Battle of Britain," Edward continued his narrative, "you had to be either lucky or good, or a little bit of both. I was lucky but I wasn't so good. After I got shot down, I figured the war was probably over for me. Then Intelligence came up with this operation in the States, and here I am."

He left unsaid what his dinner companion already knew. His former pupil, Eliza Schmidt, was alleged to be a Nazi spy operating in wartime Washington, D.C., and according to the briefing that Edward had received she had apparently successfully compromised a high U.S. official. Edward's mission was to find her and, if possible, use her as an unwilling double agent to transmit false information to the enemy. The mission was complicated by various factors, one of which was that Eliza had apparently undergone an operation to disguise her identity. Another factor, which he didn't like to think about, was the possibility that she would recognize him first and take steps to eliminate him.

"And how do you propose to go about this operation?" Melinda asked, taking a cautious look around to see that no one was listening. "I was told that you have some special qualifications for the job, but apart from that I'm completely in the dark."

"I don't think we should talk here," Edward told her. "Perhaps there's some place we could be alone."

Melinda's eyes lit up with promise. "We could go to my apartment," she told him. "It's within walking distance."

Outside the restaurant, Edward was keenly aware of the sharp click of her high heels on the sidewalk. She was wearing black patent leather spike heels and pointed toes and, despite the hosiery shortage, sheer dark brown nylons. He had noted earlier that her stocking seams were perfectly vertical, and emphasized the swelling curvaceousness of her full calves.

Her apartment proved to be small but comfortable, and also quite well furnished for a working girl. Melinda smiled at him as she switched on the lights. "Housing conditions being what they are, I'm lucky to have my own place," she told him.

"Quite nice. Quite nice," Edward observed quietly, taking a quick look around.

"Sit down and I'll bring you a liqueur," she suggested.

Edward seated himself in a comfortable chair, and watched her curvaceous bottom jiggling under her navy blue skirt as she disappeared from the room. She returned in a moment with the drinks, and placed them on a small coffee table in front of him. Picking up his drink, Edward pretended not to notice as she seated herself across from him and crossed her shapely legs with a flash of nylon.

"Now tell me what you're planning," she told him. "And what part I'm supposed to play in it."

"There are seven girls sharing an apartment," he told her, naming a location a few blocks away. "All of the intelligence people are sure that Eliza is one of those girls, but they don't know which one. Now I'm told that there's room for one more girl in that apartment, and that's where you come in. We can arrange to have you meet one of the girls and sign on as an additional roommate. Now, what kind of a cover story do you have?"

Sipping lightly on her liqueur, Melinda was leaning back comfortably and slowly swinging her free leg back and forth. Her blue skirt had started to ride up, and Edward could catch a glimpse of the darker portions of her stockings.

Suspecting that she was deliberately teasing him, Edward tried hard not to notice. But the irregular sex life imposed upon him by the wartime conditions left him continually susceptible to feminine charms, and he could already feel the initial stirrings of a potential erection.

"I came here in nineteen-thirty-eight when my uncle was elected to Congress," Melinda told him. "I was his secretary."

From the way she hesitated before pronouncing the final word, Edward wondered if mistress might not have been a more appropriate description of her duties.

"He was defeated when he ran for re-election in nineteen-forty and went back home," she continued. "However, I stayed and took a position with the Bureau." A sudden flicker of a smile crossed her face as she spoke, as if she had at that instant become aware of the stimulating effect she was having on her English visitor.

"Well, you'll have to work out some kind of a story," Edward told her, not bothering with the details. "Make them think you're a new girl in town or something."

"Okay, But how do I go about finding out which one is Eliza, assuming she's there?" she asked. "Why can't you just pick her out yourself?"

Edward shook his head. "No, they've shown me pictures of all the girls and I can't pick her out."

"Then why did they bring you all the way over here?" Melinda asked. "It seems to me that she'll recognize you first and put some strychnine in your tea."

"There's always that danger," Edward agreed. "But I was sent here because I could recognize things about Eliza that others couldn't." He spoke slowly, obviously trying to speak in the most discreet fashion possible. "She obviously had a face lift, but there are other areas of her body that..."

"So it's that way?" Melinda interrupted as she suddenly grasped the true nature of the relationship between the headmaster and his former pupil.

"Yes," Edward readily admitted. "And I know what things get her going, what things turn her on. For example, she has certain lesbian tendencies that can get the best of her under certain circumstances."

Melinda's cheeks suddenly flashed a bright crimson. "You don't think that I'm..." she fumed.

"You may have to pretend," he told her. "But Eliza has an even bigger hang-up. Nothing turns her on like a good hot spanking!"

For a moment Melinda looked at him in an uncomprehending manner, as if she were waiting for him to finish the punch line of a joke. "So what?" she finally asked. "You just can't go around spanking girls..."

"I have a plan," Edward told her quietly. "One that I think will work."

"Let me get another round of drinks and then you can tell me about it," Melinda told him, giving him a brief glimpse of white thigh as she uncrossed her legs to get up.

Edward watched her leave the room, noting from the way that her provocative bottom jounced under her skirt that she was obviously wearing a garter belt rather than a girdle to hold up her stockings. By this time he found himself with a firm erection that was becoming difficult to conceal. Melinda returned with another round of drinks and, seating herself, crossed her legs with little attempt to control her skirt. Her stockings ended a little more than half-way up her thighs, revealing carnation-white flesh that contrasted vividly with the black suspenders of her garter belt. The stocking bands were wide, about a quarter of the length of her entire thigh, with two distinct shades melding into each other.

"All right, tell me your plan!" she told him, giving him a candid downward glance that indirectly informed him that she was aware of his erection.

Swinging her leather-clad foot back and forth in a thoroughly distracting fashion, Melinda listened first with disbelief and then with almost unconcealed amusement as Edward outlined his plan to her. "It'll never work," she told him when he had finished. "These are grown women. In their twenties. They'd never agree to something that wild."

"Yes, they will," Edward told her confidently. "If necessary, we can tip off some of the girls so that they can pretend to go along with it."

"Well, we can try it at least," Melinda agreed.

The business portion of their meeting obviously having ended, there was a brief silence as each waited for the other to make the next move.

"Now that business is over for the time being, perhaps it's time for some pleasure!" Edward told her.

"Perhaps!" Melinda smiled, flashing a seductive glance at him.

Edward quickly moved to a seated position beside her on the couch, his bulging erection quite apparent. Melinda slipped her slender arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers in a long, lingering kiss. Her full, sensuous lips tasted sweet and receptive, and she gradually opened them so that their tongues could meet. With a quick, darting movement, she skimmed the warm tip of her tongue around the inside of his mouth.

"You're a very attractive young woman," Edward told her, his hand brushing against her sheer nylons as he began pulling up her navy blue skirt. She made no attempt to stop him and in a moment her skirt was up over the darker bands of her stockings, revealing white thighs and garter belt suspenders.

"How do you like these nylons?" Melinda asked, extending her legs together so that he could view their entire length. "They're really hard to get."

"Well, why don't you leave them on while I make love to you?" Edward suggested with a smile.

"Okay!" she agreed, her amused laugh indicating that she had no objection to accommodating such a harmless fetish. "But you'll have to take off all your clothes!"

"Fair enough!" Edward agreed.

As his pretty hostess sat watching with her skirt pulled up over the tops of her stockings, he quickly began peeling off all of his clothing. After removing everything else, he stood facing her as he removed first his slacks and then his shorts. As he straightened up after discarding his shorts, Melinda's eyes widened and flashed with undisguised pleasure at the sight of the blood-engorged and rigidly hard cock.

"Mmmmmm, that's enough to make any girl's mouth water!" she exclaimed, impulsively leaning forward and planting a moist, warm kiss right on the sleek crown. Grasping the elongated trunk with one hand, she quickly skimmed her warm pink tongue over the entire head. "You don't know how hard it is to get good prick these days, honey!" she told him, punctuating her remarks with hot, eager kisses down the base of his aching masculine shaft. "Even in Washington there's a real manpower shortage."

More than a little dismayed by her total capitulation before his rigidly upright, pounding manhood, Edward took in a deep breath and held it as her pretty mouth worked its magic on him.

"Love it! Love it!" Melinda went on, turning her head from one side to the other so that the smooth head could brush against her soft, feminine cheeks. "So hard and so big!"

Without further ado, the comely young brunette began disrobing. His steeply erect spear throbbing with virile anticipation, Edward watched as she quickly kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her pretty face was quite flushed with an appealing mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

The blouse quickly came off to reveal a tightly packed white brassiere that stood out vividly against her pink flesh. Standing up, she unfastened her blue skirt and quickly stepped out of it, revealing feminine curves outlined in trim white panties and full, shapely, stocking-clad legs. Attired only in her matching white panties and brassiere, black garter belt and dark-brown stockings, she paused for a moment to allow him to inspect her alluring feminine curves. A teasing smile on her hotly flushed face, she kept her eyes riveted on Edward's stiff, hotly pulsating lance.

Edward watched intently as she reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere. Slowly, she pulled the straps from her shoulders and permitted her full ripe breasts to spill from the cones of the brassiere. The two pink tips, slightly uptilted, stood out vividly against milk-white flesh as the two mounds quivered with their newfound freedom.

"Jeez!" Edward muttered hoarsely, a remark precipitated by the fact that he had suspected that there had been at least some padding in her brassiere.

Melinda hooked her slim fingers into the waistband of her white panties and began peeling them downward. Edward could feel his blood-swollen cock aching with erotic tension as the triangular tuft of luxuriantly brown hair, filmy with feminine dew, came into view. The heavy growth of brunette foliage permitted only a teasing display of her pink, sensuously full cuntal lips as she stepped out of her panties.

Completely nude except for her black garter belt and tautly suspendered, dark brown stockings, Melinda stood in front of Edward with her arms opened. Her voluptuous body was a lush mixture of feminine curves and contrasts, her narrow, almost tiny, waist emphasizing the lush fullness of her breasts and hips.

"Still want me to leave my stockings on?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"Yes," Edward replied tersely. "C'mere."

Melinda stepped forward and their bare bodies melted against one another in a warm embrace. Her soft hands around the back of his neck, the vibrantly warm and obviously highly sexed young woman eagerly pulled his head down to her upturned face. Her mouth was open and their tongues quickly met, flicking and stabbing against one another with little darting movements. Edward's pulsating, rock-hard prick was pressed tightly against her smooth tummy, while her voluptuous, satiny breasts were nearly crushed against his hairy chest.

As their tongues skimmed the insides of one another's mouths, Melinda sighed eagerly and submissively in his arms. One small hand slowly came down the side of his masculine body and came to rest on his pulsating, blood-inflated manhood. Her slim fingers worked down to his scrotum, gently cupped his sperm-laden balls for a moment, and then slowly journeyed upward in a provocatively teasing manner, ending with a firm squeeze. The squeeze became progressively more tight and demanding. It was all too apparent that the gorgeous young brunette was simply starved for cock!

At the same time, Edward's hands slowly moved down her warm, smooth back, massaging the tender flesh and pulling her even closer to him. Moving downward, his hands firmly cupped her satiny smooth, girlishly plump buttocks in a firm grip, squeezing and kneading the soft, resilient flesh. How he would love to spank that delightfully feminine bottom of hers! And perhaps he would get that chance, he told himself. Slowly, he slipped his right middle finger into the crevice of her buttocks, and traced a course downward to the small, pink hole. Melinda quivered and moaned with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he slowly inserted his finger into the narrow channel. Her warm, feminine body wriggled convulsively and pressed even closer to him.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Edward told her, momentarily breaking the tight embrace in which they had been locked.

In the small bedroom, Edward quickly stretched out in a supine position on the bed. When she saw him in that position, Melinda knew at once what he wanted her to do. Her eyes fastened on his turgid, rock-hard bone and swollen sac of red balls, the shapely brunette stretched out at right angles to his body. Brushing her hair back so that it would not fall down over her eyes, she reached out and grabbed his hot, hard man-meat in a tight grip. Her pink tongue moistening her lips, she leaned forward and kissed the sleek crown hungrily right on the blunt opening.

"Such a beautiful cock!" she murmured quietly but with obvious agitation. "I want to kiss it and suck it and love it! Oh, let me suck it! I want to get it all the way into my mouth! And then I want it in my cunt!"

The lascivious words were accompanied by excited, emotional kisses up and down the full length of Edward's hotly pulsating maleness. Her stocking-clad legs were open and he could see the telltale feminine honey oozing from her thick, sensuously full pussy lips. The rich brown pubic hair which partially camouflaged her coral groove was glistening from the heavy dew, and he could clearly sense the steaming heat that was obviously beginning to build up in that feminine temple.

"Oh, I just love the taste of it!" she exclaimed. "So virile and masculine! I want to eat it so bad!"

Eagerly but gently, she cupped his swollen red balls in one palm and leaned down to lick them with her warm, pink tongue. The voluptuous brunette tongue washed them all over, even opening her mouth and sucking each individually inside her mouth in a teasingly playful but highly provocative fashion. As Edward watched closely, she continued caressing him in this manner until both organs were coated with her warm, sticky saliva.

"That's the way, baby!" Edward told her. There was nothing like a talented fellatrix to remind him of how much he had been missing lately. Even at this early stage of the game, his hot, rigid shaft was aching painfully for release and his pelvic muscles were automatically moving back and forth with quick, somewhat jerky movements.

Next, Melinda began to move her eager mouth up the rigid, almost frantically sensitive underside of his stiffly erect penis, nibbling and kissing the tense muscle in an avid, adoring fashion. Although her brunette hair, which had become slightly mussed, was partially obscuring his view, Edward could clearly discern the blissful expression on her brightly flushed face. As she worked her way up to the mushroom-shaped, purplish-hued crown, she discerned a trickle of cum trailing down from the small opening. With a quick stab of her warm pink tongue, she lapped up the salty virile fluid and Edward could see that she thoroughly enjoyed that masculine taste in her mouth. Forming her bright, pink lips into a pretty oval, she slipped them down over the tip of the massive head and started sucking him into her mouth.

"Oh, wow, that's the way, honey!" Edward told her. "Now let's see how much meat you can get into your mouth!"

He watched as more and more of his pounding masculine tool began disappearing between her pink, sensuous lips, and could feel her tongue busily at work with tantalizing flicks and stabs. Her eyes were closed and she had an expression of dreamy contentment on her face despite the obvious strain of having such a thick piece of virile man-flesh in her mouth. Every nerve in his frantically throbbing prick was twitching spasmodically, causing him to groan with pleasure and from time to time arch his back up off the bed.

"That's the way to make it grow, baby!" he told her, his hoarse tone of voice reflecting his pleasure.

With several inches of rock-hard, masculine meat jammed into her oral cavity, Melinda paused to let herself get used to it. Her salivary glands were doing double duty, constantly bathing his pulsating virile organ with their warm, soothing juices and also forcing her to swallow quite audibly from time to time. Her voluptuous body, its pink white flesh contrasting vividly with her black garter belt and dark stockings, was constantly in motion with cat-like, sensuous, coiling movements that were thoroughly provocative to watch.

"Go ahead and suck it for me, baby!" Edward spoke in a semi-whisper, watching her closely and immensely enjoying the visual as well as tactile pleasures of having a warm, wet feminine mouth surrounding his almost-painfully aching cock.

He watched her lips pulling out into slick pink ridges as she began moving her comely mouth back and forth on his pulsing manhood. Each time she tried to get just a little more of that thick slab of meat into her mouth, she invariably succeeded although the strain of working it in so deeply was becoming quite apparent.

"Oh, wow!" Edward exclaimed, watching her lush breasts jouncing seductively as she swayed back and forth. "That's getting it in deep, baby! Real deep!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Melinda moaned from time to time, the purely animal noises revealing sheer sexual pleasure and total involvement.

The sucking movements became progressively faster and the penetration correspondingly deeper. To his dismay, Edward suddenly felt his oversize penile crown sliding from the roof of her wet mouth deep into her throat. Jesus, she's swallowed me up completely, he thought to himself! Looking downward, he could see her bright pink lips brushing against his dark pubic hairs, and could hear her gurgle as she swallowed a large accumulation of saliva. "Beautiful, baby, beautiful!" he told her, reaching down to run his hand through her dark brunette hair. "I didn't think it was possible for a gal to get seven inches of cock in her mouth!"

With the thick slab of virile meat penetrating into her throat, Melinda lay almost motionless for a few moments. Edward could feel and observe her pink lips nibbling on the base of his pounding shaft, and could feel her slippery tongue busily at work with little snake-like movements. She was having some problem breathing, and he could feel her hot breath against his aching balls as she exhaled.

Without discernibly moving her head, she began sucking once again. Edward could clearly hear the gurgly sound of feminine saliva being drawn inward, and could see that her pretty cheeks were fully collapsed. With her natural sexual talents, what a match-up she would make with that little bitch, Eliza! Edward could easily envision the two of them with their lush bodies tangled in a hot, wet sixty-nine, their pretty faces plastered lasciviously against one another's pussies!

"Okay, baby, I think it's about time for the main course!" he told her abruptly, pushing her head back with one hand.

His throbbing saliva-coated penis slid from her mouth with a lewd plop, and she hastily brushed some excess saliva from her lips with the back of her hand. Breathless and hotly flushed with excitement, the comely brunette quickly crawled up beside him and stretched out in a supine position, her arms and stocking-clad legs opened invitingly. Her rose-tipped breasts rose and fell rapidly, and she continually arched her back in a feline manner.

"Fuck me, Edward! Fuck me!" she begged as he grabbed one plump, resilient breast in his hand and squeezed it hard. "Please! Please! Don't make me wait!"

Edward leaned forward to press his face against her voluptuous breasts. "Is cock really that hard to get around here?" he asked, a little dismayed that a girl so attractive could be so horny.

"Yes!" Melinda admitted. "Especially when you're as... as oversexed as I am!"

Edward buried his face against her melony breasts, and rapidly began kissing and tonguing them all over. Roaming all over them with his eager mouth, he at the same time kneaded and massaged the two heavy mounds with his hands in a firm and sometimes almost rough manner.

"Ouch! Oh! Ow!" Melinda cried out, although it was quite apparent that she found the vigorous massage quite stimulating. "Ow! Please, not so rough!" she pleaded in a breathless voice.

Despite her protests, however, Melinda's sexual involvement quickly reached a new plateau of excitement. Her ripe, plump breasts became hard and incredibly sensitive, and her entire body writhed with the pre-coital movements of a young woman who was simply starving for man-meat. Her stocking-clad legs were upraised and thrown wide open at the knees, leaving her pink cuntal lips and sopping wet bush lasciviously on display.

"Fuck me, please! Please! I need it so bad!" she begged. "Please, fuck me!" Her small hand clawed excitedly at his throbbing, saliva-slick member as she spoke. "Please, I'm just dying for it!"

"Really need it that bad, huh?" Edward tormented her, his hand grasping one nylon-clad knee and moving slowly but firmly up to her bare thigh and then to her wet cuntal opening.

Melinda squirmed girlishly and gasped as his fingers separated the thick, juicy lips of her vulva and explored the wet interior. A cascade of wet feminine honey inundated his fingers as he slid two fingers past her tensely humming clit and into her vagina. Impaled on the two probing fingers, the highly aroused brunette twisted and writhed with sexual torment. Clutching and grabbing frantically at his pounding, brick-hard prick, she began breathing in a loud, deeply passionate manner.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she begged in a distraught, almost tearful fashion. "PLEASE! FUCK ME! I NEED IT SO BAD!"

Edward rolled over and mounted her between her outstretched stocking-clad legs, maneuvering so that his bulging blood-filled cock was directly aligned with her dripping, steaming hot pussy. Melinda's hand slipped under his hard masculine body, grabbing the thick stiff muscle to escort it inside her. Her velvety soft, squirming body felt delightfully feminine and submissive under him, and he could feel her stockings brushing his bare flesh as she excitedly hooked her legs around him. The immense cockhead fitted between the slippery outer folds, and Edward drove forward with a forceful thrust that sliced her vagina open like a hot knife cutting through butter.

"Oooooohhhhh!" Melinda cried out exultantly as she felt the rigid, thick organ dilating and completely filling her tight pink tunnel.

Edward thrust forward as hard as he could, completely uniting their sexual organs in an almost brutal thrust. Resting on his knees and elbows upon her recumbent body, Edward could feel her delightfully wet vaginal walls clinging tightly to his throbbing, rock-hard shaft. Her lush smooth feminine body was hot and tense, and he could feel her twisting with instinctively sensuous movements as the rigid blood-filled cock penetrated to her very nether depths. Feminine juices, as if bubbling from some magic inner fountain, bathed and lubricated his massive pleasure tool with their pungent fluids, leaving it as slick as grease.

FUCK ME! FUCK ME, HARD!" Melinda begged. "THAT BIG MEAT FEELS SO WONDERFUL BETWEEN MY LEGS!" Her voice was almost distraught, and he could see that her eyes were widely dilated with sexual abandonment.

Timing himself carefully to obtain the maximum gratification for both of them, Edward begin thrusting back and forth astride her magnificent body, driving his aching prick deep into her tightly stretched cunt. Her smooth arms and stocking-clad legs wrapped tightly around his naked, thrusting body, Melinda began moving her hips around under him with expert movements. She was breathing quite heavily and he could feel her steeply erect breasts tormenting his bare chest as she continually arched her back and twisted around under him with feline movements.

"Harder! Harder! I need it so bad!" she pleaded between loud gasps. "I don't care if it hurts!"

Edward progressively increased the tempo and she could feel his heavy, bloated balls slapping against her with each forward thrust. His pelvis was pressed down hard against hers, and each surging stroke tantalized her highly charged clit with an almost-electric jolt of raw, physical pleasure. Her own expert thrusts threw her gorgeous buttocks up at him, working his wildly pounding prong even deeper into her wetly clinging little pussy and then furiously milking it for its magic juices. Their bodies felt glued together in a wild medley of tantalizing physical sensations.

"Oooooohhhhh! Oooooohhhhh!" Melinda gasped. "Just keep fucking me like this! Don't ever stop! It feels so gooood!"

Thoroughly lubricated by her bubbly feminine juices, Edward's blood-distended, painfully aching prick slid back and forth inside her hotly clinging vagina at a progressively faster rate. Flinching and gasping each time the bone-hard shaft penetrated to her cervix, Melinda squirmed wildly and clutched frantically at his wildly surging body. Her nylon-clad legs coiled upward and she began kicking at his hips with her heels, forcing him to plunge even deeper into her hotly burning, totally vulnerable pussy.

"That's the way, baby!" Edward told her. "Turn on! Let yourself go completely!" What a sexpot! he told himself. How I'd love to have her and Eliza in bed with me for a session of three-way sex!

"Ow! Ooooohhhh, harder! Harder!" Melinda cried out, sheer sexual pleasure mixed with a tinge of masochistic pain as the thick hard rod drove relentlessly back in her twisting, frantic cunt. "Harder! Harder! Make it hurt!" she pleaded. "Ouch! Oh! Ooooohhhh!"

As the dizzy pace threatened to get completely out of control, Edward found himself ramming back and forth with powerful, punishing strokes that thrust his painfully aching cock in to the hilt. Melinda gasped and shuddered with an intense mixture of pleasure and pain each time he slammed his weight downward against her, and responded to each thrust by throwing her hips upward to maximize the penetration. Feminine juices bubbled from her blistering hot cunt and seemed to glue their lewdly welded bodies even tighter together.

"Oooooohhhhh! Oh! Ohh!" Melinda tried to speak but was too breathless to get the words out. "I'm cum..."

"Let yourself go! Let go!" Edward exclaimed although he was almost as breathless as she was.

The incredibly ticklish, intense sensations in his throbbing, nearly bursting penis began to overwhelm him, and Edward pumped and thrust with wild lunges that threw his entire weight down against his partner's voluptuous body. Despite the pounding she was absorbing, Melinda kept throwing her ass upward in response to his almost-brutal thrusts. He could feel her vaginal walls snapping at him with reflexive spasms, while at the same time her heels continued to beat a frantic tattoo on his upturned buttocks.

"Oooooohhhhh!" Melinda screamed as her initial orgasmic release began to convulse her entire body.

Realizing that the two of them were about to explode together, Edward thrust forward as hard as he could and pinned her wildly squirming body under him as his bloated balls suddenly began emptying themselves with spasmodic spurts. Melinda emitted a shrill, almost-hysterical cry of sheer sexual ecstasy as she suddenly felt the steaming semen spewing deep into her twitching vagina.

"Ooooohhhh, fuuuuuuuck!" the overwrought young woman screamed, her long fingernails cutting almost painfully deep into Edward's bare back as she hugged him fiercely to her. Her violent orgasmic convulsions lifted them both high off the bed, and he could feel her vaginal walls frantically squeezing his bursting cock in an iron-grip, as if trying to suck out every last driblet of cum.

Totally breathless, the two of them collapsed on the bed afterwards in a tangle of arms and legs. Edward was in no hurry to disengage, and could feel the young woman's delicious young body still quivering and shivering with pleasure as they lay with their organs soaking together.

"That was beautiful!" she told him, her voice filled with gratitude. "When I took this assignment, they didn't tell me you were such a stud."

As Edward's limp penis oozily exitted from her dripping cunt, Melinda quickly grabbed it and spread the excess cum over her fingers. With a teasing smile on her face, she began licking her fingers one by one in a manner that left no doubt that she thoroughly relished the virile, salty taste of cum. "Mmmm, is that delicious!" she told him, smacking her lips with satisfaction.

"Yeah, that's right," he told her. "Let's live it up tonight because we may not get the chance when we get started on this operation."

"Okay," Melinda agreed. "Do you still want me to keep my stockings on?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"I think you know the answer to that!" he replied.

"Mr. Herrmann, how would you like to be in charge of disciplining eight young women?" As might be expected, the highly unusual question was asked with a blush and nervous giggle.

When Edward heard that particular question addressed to him from one of the two young women seated across from him, he knew that the unusual plan he and Melinda had worked out was starting to pay dividends. In accordance with his instructions, Melinda had arranged to move into the apartment shared by the seven other girls. Edward himself had taken an apartment one floor above them in the same building, where he had spent the last few days discreetly keeping an eye on the girls in the hope that he might detect some sign of Eliza.

"That's a rather unusual question, I must say," he replied, pretending to be surprised.

As he spoke he avoided looking directly at Melinda, who was blushing and looking nearly as flustered as her companion. Instead, he looked directly at the other girl, a platinum-blonde whose name was Deirdre Quinn. She appeared to be in her late-twenties, and her form-fitting sweater and slacks revealed a promising figure that merited attention. According to Melinda, Deirdre was more or less the ringleader among the girls, and he was therefore not surprised by her presence.

"Well, when eight girls share an apartment, things can become a real mess," Deirdre explained. "Chores don't get done, clothes get borrowed without permission, phone messages get lost, and so on. And there's the manpower shortage, which means that there is open competition for any eligible male who shows up."

Unseen by Deirdre, Edward winked knowingly at Melinda as he listened to the expected recitation. Seated across from him, Melinda had crossed her pretty legs to display an amount of nylon apparently calculated to remind him of their liaison a few evenings ago.

"So, last night we all held a council of war," Deirdre continued. "We laid down some rules and agreed that violators were to be punished by spankings." A pretty blush spread over her face as she finished the sentence.

The other two exchanged knowing glances. Edward, of course, knew that it had been Melinda who had suggested the spanking plan. Young Eliza Schmidt might dye her hair and have plastic surgery on her face, but there was no way that she was going to change the lush contours in that beautiful ass of hers! Edward had devised the spanking scheme for the express purpose of identifying Eliza, but there was no doubt that he was going to have a great deal of enjoyment in carrying it out. And, after the war, it would be quite amusing to tell the story of the eight young American gals who got their bums burned for Old Glory!

"A rather novel idea, I must say," Edward interjected, smiling at his blushing visitor. "And I gather you want me to administer the discipline!" He spoke in a deliberately underkeyed fashion.

"Well, if you don't mind," Deirdre replied.

Edward's eyebrows came up at that innocent remark. Apparently his attractive guest did not grasp the true nature of spanking, and what it was really all about. Well, she'd learn!

"You see, we wanted an outsider to do the job," Deirdre went on. "No girl would dish out a really effective spanking because she'd be too afraid of retaliation."

"I understand," Edward told her. "By sheer coincidence, it so happens that I have some unique qualifications for that sort of thing.

He proceeded to tell them in some detail of his duties as headmaster of an English girls' school before the war. Melinda, who had only a sketchy idea of his background, sat as wide-eyed and attentive as her companion as he told them of the strict discipline administered to the pupils, even those in their late-teens. Obviously unfamiliar with such practices, they listened with fascination as he told them about the standard practice of requiring girls to bend over while their uniform skirts were raised, their panties lowered, and six or more cuts of the cane applied to their completely bare buttocks. From the way both young women squirmed in their seats, Edward could see that both of them could just feel one of those whippy canes being applied to their unclad posteriors.

"Well, I suppose a cane would be too severe for your tender American bottoms," he remarked with an amused laugh.

"Yes!" both girls agreed in unison.

Edward shrugged to indicate that it wasn't all that important. "I can just use my hand, of course," he told them. "That can be quite effective, too."

"Yes, I'm sure it can!" Deirdre rather breathlessly agreed. It was clear that she was quite intrigued to be talking to a man who had experience in disciplining the opposite sex.

"However, I do think there should be some sort of ceremony," Edward explained. "Otherwise, the atmosphere would be too much like a birthday party spanking, and the girl wouldn't think of it as punishment."

"That makes sense," Melinda supported him. The attractive brunette had allowed her skirt to ride up to give him a full glimpse of the two wide bands at the top of her stockings and a fleeting glimpse of bare white thigh.

"Well, what do you mean?" Deirdre asked, obviously curious.

"Well, for example," Edward said, pretending to improvise, although he had thought it all through beforehand. "A schoolgirl-type uniform, something to give the impression that she's a big girl being treated like a little girl. White blouse, short pleated black jumper, but worn with nylons and high heels. Pigtails, perhaps."

"Nylons are hard to get these days," Deirdre objected.

"We can manage," Melinda said.

"And perhaps the victim should stand in the corner before and after the spanking," Edward added. "However, we can work out all those details. Now, perhaps, you two would like to join me in a drink."

"I can't. I have to run," Deirdre told him.

"I'd be happy to!" Melinda replied, flashing him a knowing smile and swinging one pretty leg back and forth as she spoke.

When Deirdre had departed, Edward poured them each a drink and once again sat down across from his attractive visitor.

"Well, does any of the girls resemble your little Nazi girlfriend?" Melinda asked.

"There are only two of them who could be her," Edward said. "The others are wrong for one reason or another."

"That's funny," Melinda told him. "I thought you'd say all seven of them resembled her, just so you could spank all seven of them."

Edward laughed. "I'll admit that that fiendish thought did occur to me," he admitted. "And I'll wager that I wind up spanking all eight of you, anyway!"

Melinda laughed, as though the idea were totally preposterous. "That's absurd," she told him.

"But you don't understand how much girls like to see other girls punished," he explained. "Once one or two of them have gotten it, they'll want a couple of more to get it and so on. It'll be contagious!"

From the look on her face, he could tell that she agreed he had a point. "You better not spank me!" she told him archly.

"Since you're the one who suggested the spanking idea to the girls in the first place, I'm sure there's no way on earth we'll be able to save that priceless bottom of yours!" Edward told her with a laugh.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it!" Melinda replied.

"Now, tell me what you've found out," Edward said. "Any clues, suggestions, hints. Anything."

Melinda hesitated for a moment, obviously embarrassed to bring up whatever was on her mind. "You said Eliza had lesbian tendencies," she remarked, her eyes lowered.

"Well, well," Edward exclaimed, registering surprise. "Well, go ahead and tell me about it."

"One of the girls is a lesbian," Melinda told him, looking quite shamefaced as she spoke. "She and I had, uh... uh a session together!"

"Which one?" Edward asked, leaning forward with obvious interest.

"Sandra Wright," Melinda said. "Is she one of your suspects?"

"Yes," Edward replied. "Well, go ahead and tell me about it."

Melinda looked quite embarrassed. "Please, let's spare the details," she demurred.

"No, I have to know," Edward insisted. "Some little clue that you might not think important might make all the difference."

With considerable embarrassment, Melinda began recounting her story.

"It was late..." she began.

The apartment that the eight girls were sharing had been partitioned off into two main rooms. The rear room served as a dormitory where all the girls slept on various beds and cots. The front room served as a combination living and dining room. Unable to sleep one evening, Melinda had gotten up from her cot and gone into the front room for a cigarette. It was a warm evening, and she was wearing light summer pajamas, through which the outline of her full figure was easily discernible.

Thinking that all of the other girls were asleep, she was visibly startled when she heard the sound of a key turning in the front door. Before she could react, however, the door opened and in popped Sandra.

"Hi!" Sandra exclaimed, flashing a smile at her new roommate. She spoke in a semi-whisper to avoid disturbing the other girls.

"Where have you been?" Melinda asked with some surprise, also speaking in a low voice. "It must be two o'clock."

"Looking for some action," Sandra replied, sitting down beside her on the couch. "Can I have a cigarette? I hate to bum one when you have to stand in line all day for a pack, but I really need one."

"Okay," Melinda replied, handing her a cigarette. As she did so, she discreetly looked over her attractive roommate. Sandra was a full-figured young woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. She had jet-black hair with darkly expressive blue eyes that seemed constantly in motion, as if she were searching for something. She had seated herself quite carelessly, allowing her dark skirt to ride up over the tops of her tightly suspendered dark brown stockings. "And how was the night life tonight?" Melinda asked.

"Rotten," Sandra spoke with a discouraged sigh. "I got picked up by some overworked young lawyer who works for OPA, but he couldn't keep it up despite my valiant efforts." As she spoke, she kept darting glances at her roommate, as if trying to discern what reaction she might provoke. "Honestly, sometimes I think men are a complete waste of time!"

It might have been just an idle remark, but Melinda could sense an invitation in Sandra's eyes as she spoke. It was a distinctly uncomfortable moment for Melinda. She had never had the slightest lesbian contact in her life, and had always considered the idea of sex between girls as highly repugnant. Moreover, she didn't have the foggiest idea of how to proceed, although she knew that it was her duty to do so.

"Those are very nice stockings, Sandra," she remarked. "I envy you. I'm down to my last pair."

"They are nice. Look at them!" Sandra replied, pulling her skirt back well over her stocking tops and extending her shapely legs in a straight line to give Melinda a complete view of her attractive, nylon-clad legs. "Here, feel them and see how sheer they are!"

Melinda could feel her heart pounding rapidly as she accepted the invitation. Running her hand over the darker band at the top of Sandra's right stocking, she allowed her fingers to brush against the young woman's smooth, warm bare thigh. It was immediately evident that the intimate contact was thrillingly disconcerting to her young roommate. A pretty flush appeared immediately on Sandra's face and she squirmed girlishly in her seat.

"Perhaps I'd better get undressed out here where I won't wake the other girls," Sandra said, her eyes directed at her roommate in a searching manner. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all?" Melinda replied, although she could not refrain from gulping noticeably.

Crossing first one pretty leg and then the other to unfasten and then remove her elegant high heeled sandals, Sandra unsnapped her nylons from her black garter belt. She rolled them down and removed them with infinite care to avoid causing any runs in them. As the black hose departed to reveal milk-white flesh, Melinda told herself that she must not look. She had already observed enough to conclude that Sandra possessed strong lesbian tendencies, and that was all she really needed to know.

Minus her shoes and stockings, Sandra quickly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it to reveal feminine curves outlined in a white brassiere and light, highly embroidered slip. Standing up, she undid her skirt and quickly stepped out of it to reveal the full length of her attractive slip.

"Just think," she mused, "I wear all these nice undies and my date can't even get his erector set working!"

As she began pulling the slip off over her head, Melinda kept telling herself that she must not watch. But, try as she might, she could not avoid watching intently as the slip came off to reveal Sandra's lush young body attired only in bra, white panties and garter belt. From her vantage point, she could clearly see the fleecy triangle under the wispy panties, and could feel her blood beginning to race. Her face felt hot and she could not refrain from squirming in her seat.

"What's the matter, Melinda?" Sandra asked in an apparently innocent voice as she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. "You look as if you were upset about something."

"It's nothing," Melinda managed to reply, although her voice betrayed her underlying turmoil.

Sandra casually removed her brassiere and made no attempt to conceal her full ripe breasts. Although she kept telling herself not to do so, Melinda could not tear her eyes away from those two plump, jouncing mounds with their saucy pink tips. She was a little dismayed and considerably disturbed at the stimulating effect that another girl's body was having on her.

As if she were deliberately flaunting her feminine charms in front of her, Sandra quickly stripped down her panties and tossed them aside. Melinda's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the swollen pink valley nestled in the fluffy triangle of light-brown hair. As Sandra removed her garter belt, she seemed quite aware that her attractive roommate was gazing at her in a highly intent fashion.

"Look at me, Melinda!" Sandra spoke quietly but confidently. "Look at me and then tell me you're not interested!!"

Melinda gulped and found herself swallowing quite hard. Her face was a pretty crimson as she gazed at her roommate's inviting breasts and glistening pubic curls. "Please, Sandra," Melinda heard herself protesting in an embarrassed voice. "I wouldn't have the vaguest idea what to do with another girl!"

Sandra smiled quietly at her and motioned for her to stand up. "Don't worry! I'll show you!" she promised.

Feeling as if she were being propelled by forces beyond her control, Melinda stood up. The two of them embraced and Sandra kissed her firmly on the mouth. Through her thin pajamas, she could feel Sandra's full breasts brushing against her own ripe mounds. The sudden experience of nipple meeting nipple sent electric shivers racing through her body, and she felt herself excitedly returning Sandra's kiss. Their mouths came open and feminine tongues coiled around one another in a deep lesbian kiss. She could feel Sandra's fingers unbuttoning her pajama tops, and in a moment their bare breasts were in contact. Melinda sighed ardently and could feel ice cold chills racing up and down her back.

"The other girls will hear us!" Melinda warned her.

"No, they won't. They're all asleep," Sandra replied, pushing her back toward the couch.

Sandra was taking charge of the proceedings, and Melinda was content to allow her to do so. Gently pushed backward by her companion, Melinda stretched out supine on the couch. Sandra knelt on the floor at her side and quickly removed her pajama pants for her. Blushing deeply, Melinda felt pleasantly lightheaded and giddy with her worshipful feminine partner kneeling before her, her expressive eyes drinking in everything.

"You have such beautiful breasts, Melinda!" Sandra told her in an admiring voice. The shapely young woman quickly leaned forward and kissed one pink nipple lightly, allowing her lips to linger for a moment.

"Ooooohhhh!" Melinda panted, her voice reflecting a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Given her first taste of lesbian pleasure, the voluptuous young woman caught her breath and arched her back sharply.

Licking her full, ripe lips with obvious anticipation, Sandra leaned forward and began to kiss the two full, highly sensitive mounds again. Extending her warm pink tongue, the comely young woman alternated between the two upright, twitching nipples with gentle flicks, while at the same time her small hands gently molded and caressed the two fully rounded globes. Her face deeply flushed and biting her lip to keep from crying out, Melinda writhed and twisted with growing arousal as the intimate caresses left her magnificent breasts taut with sexual tension. Try as she might, she could not deny that girl love had its special pleasures.

"You know, I've never done anything like this before!" Melinda admitted to her attractive partner in a voice that was hoarse with excitement.

"I want to suck your pussy for you!" Sandra told her, continually nibbling at her companion's erect breasts even as she spoke. "Honestly, there's nothing like having another girl eat your pussy for you! You'll just love it!"

Taking one rose-colored nipple into her mouth and gently sucking on it, Sandra slowly allowed one hand to slide down the velvety smooth flesh and in to the tuft of fluffy brunette hair. Neither was surprised to find that the area was already deliciously creamy. Melinda trembled with agitation and quickly sucked in her breath as Sandra's fingers lightly caressed her pink cuntal lips with a gentle, exploratory stroke.

"Spread your legs open a little, honey," Sandra suggested in a quiet voice.

By this time, Melinda knew that she lacked the willpower to resist. Breathing in short, excited gasps, she opened her smooth, tapering thighs in anticipation of the lesbian pleasures to come. Her pink tongue constantly skimming her pretty lips in an expectant manner, Sandra extended both hands and used her fingers to pry the two pink petals open. As she unveiled the lush pink-red girl flesh, Sandra lost no time burying her head between Melinda's wantonly outspread thighs.

"Oooooohhhhh!" Melinda gasped as she suddenly felt Sandra's little probing tongue directly in contact with her ultra-sensitive, hotly throbbing clit. Her entire body quivered spasmodically and her thighs coiled tightly around Sandra's head, locking them in a soft but firm vise. A gush of hot feminine dew erupted from her heated pussy, bathing Sandra's face in its pungent female aroma. Smacking her lips with obvious delight, Sandra began running her tongue up and down inside the pink crease, tasting the delicious girl flesh and drinking in the feminine juices that soaked her ever-probing tongue.

"Oooooohhhhh, it feels beautiful!" Melinda purred, lewdly fondling her own steeply erect breasts as she spoke. Her lust-swollen little clit was sending its hotly, tingling messages racing through her entire body, and she was unconsciously thrusting her pelvis back and forth with reflexive movements. "So good! So very good!" she murmurred. In some ways she felt as if she were dreaming, that it really wasn't her. She couldn't be doing something like that with another girl.

"Let me kneel between your legs," Sandra told her, moving from the floor to a kneeling position between her attractive companion's smooth, shapely legs. "Slip your legs down over my back!" she instructed. "That's the way!"

In a moment, Melinda's bare legs were dangling down her lesbian friend's smooth back. Using her fingertips once again, Sandra carefully pried open the two outer folds to expose the lush pink, watery interior. The steaming, pungent heat that suffused Melinda's pussy blew against her pretty face as she leaned forward, her tongue coiled in readiness for the lesbian invasion.

"Now, I'm going to give you a cum like you've never had before!" she promised her wriggling, breathless partner. "You're just going to love it!"

With her warm pink tongue extended as far as possible, Sandra began licking and nibbling the wet girl flesh in an expert manner. Although Melinda kept telling herself that she shouldn't permit herself to be so thrilled by another girl's unnatural caresses, she gasped and arched her back in kittenish fashion as Sandra's feminine tongue teased and caressed her intensely quivering, desire-swollen clit with teasing, thrilling swipes. A hot, deliciously burning sensation originating in her tormented little button spread through her pussy, and from there radiated warm waves throughout her body. She was dismayed by the intensity of her own arousal. She had never dreamed that another girl could raise her to such a fever pitch of arousal!

"Ooooohhhh! Oh, it's wonderful! So good! So very, very..." Melinda heard herself murmuring between excited gasps of pure physical joy. "Don't ever stop! I need it so bad!"

Sliding her hands palm upwards under Melinda's satiny feminine hips, Sandra worked her probing tongue as far as she could into the steaming hot, slippery wet cavern and flicked it around in a serpentine manner. Melinda's deliciously warm girl's honey was flowing in generous quantities, bathing her eager young partner's face and filling her mouth with slurping noises that were quite audible. Lifting Melinda's hips a few inches from the couch, Sandra hastily ran her tongue down to the other hole and twirled it inside for a moment.

"Ooooohhhh!" Melinda gasped with surprise and delight, and quickly bit her lip to keep from crying out. "Oh, my goodness!" She could hardly believe the lewd wickedness of her young companion! She kept telling herself that she should stop right then and there, that she shouldn't permit herself to enjoy such perverted activities, but the sheer physical sensations were quite overwhelming and she was a helpless prisoner of her own highly erotic personality.

Sandra worked her way back upward to the fragrant juicy slit, and plunged her darting, stabbing tongue in once again. Melinda's hips jerked up frantically at the sudden resumption of the lesbian assault, her back arching steeply off the couch for a moment. Her warm tongue swimming in the swirling rapids of Melinda's overheated cunt, Sandra quickly found the pink lust-driven bud and began concentrating on it. Melinda shuddered violen